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tim-shii · 2 months

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why do we have hands?

alt title: why do we have hands? (aventurine's version)

a/n: that one meme thingy idk how to describe it but hopefully u get the reference 🤞 uh there is like a good 40 days plus(?) until MY MAN COMES HOME live laugh love aventurine ,, also might possibly make dr ratio's version of this idk hes growing on me okay ,, who r we kidding I AM DOWN BAD FOR HIM AS WELL

why do we have hands? there are many reasons.

to pat the aventurine.

when aventurine is not at work or he doesn’t feel like gambling for the day, his usual frivolous and fairly confident persona slips away. instead, he turns into this lazy cat-like person with the way he curls up beside you on the couch, head on your lap and face buried in your stomach. he doesn’t say much (how can he? he’s literally in dreamland right now). however, he asks you of one thing; please do not stop running your fingers through his hair. it doesn’t matter if he’s already snoring away, never take your hands off his head. you need to use your phone with two hands? well, too bad ‘cause now you have to type with one hand for the next three hours.

to hold the aventurine.

aventurine has to travel a lot for his work. typically, his business trips would lasts between four days or two weeks. but this one is just taking too much of his time. it has been four months, two weeks, six days and seventeen hours since he last saw you. the phone calls and texts doesn’t do your presence any justice. aventurine’s pretty sure he’s slowly going insane and another minute without you will might as well be his 13th reason. so what does he do the moment he kicks down the door of your shared home? drags you to bed and drops all of his weight on you. he sighs and relaxes, the tension leaving his body when he feels you wrap your arms around him.

to cherish the aventurine.

with no work on his itinerary, aventurine wakes up early and gets out of bed before you. he then sneaks away to the kitchen after fixing the blanket around you and leaving a lingering kiss on your forehead. an hour later, as he’s waiting for the coffee, he feels your cheek against his shoulder, soft voice of yours mumbling a morning greeting. a nice breakfast is already set up on the table. as he’s pouring the coffee to your respective mugs, aventurine hums in content as you went to peck his cheek in gratitude (“thanks for breakfast.”)

to forfeit all mortal possessions to aventurine.

it’s either he’s really skilled in gambling or he’s just got an insane amount of luck but aventurine tends to win most poker games he participates in. that being said, his bank account is loaded. he doesn’t have to worry about spending too much, he can practically buy you anything you’d want without looking at the price tags. but when it comes to you buying him something, aventurine becomes speechless. he just stares and stands, not knowing what to do or say, as you hand him a trinket you bought after it reminded you of him. this happens every time you come home from an errand. it has reached the point where he has to tell you that yes, he likes and appreciates all the gifts you give, but please stop spending your money because he’s the one who should be spoiling you and not the other way around.

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elleloquently · 6 months

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the wretched and joyful : ellie williams

life in jackson has been life with ellie williams, your best friend that you've spent nearly every day with. it was easy to ignore the butterflies or shaking hands, until ellie starts to pull away and you're left with untangling the feelings all on your own.

| a/n - excited to finally share the intro for my new multi part fic! i have so much planned for this. had to have an intro showing cute friendship stuff before it all gets destroyed. if you enjoyed reading this, please consider commenting/reblogging! <3 | c/w - general themes : ellie williams x female reader. mentions of violence, jealousy, best friends (to enemies) to lovers, angst, mutual pining, slow burn. this fic is purely for fun. with that being said, every single detail will not be canon compliant. if that may bother you, this might not be the fic for you! thank u!

you had almost died before you had made it to jackson.

you didn't really know why you weren't dead. you weren't really sure why the man with the gun took pity on you that day. maybe it really was your weakness that had saved you.

weakness, or plain stupidity. it didn't matter anyway.

when you were surrounded by a group of people on horses, you were fighting for sensibility. the lower halves of their faces had been covered with scarves acting as masks, and you didn't know if they were the bandits that assumably slaughtered your previous group or members of a rumored safe haven.

you had been scared and exhausted, fighting for your life even though you weren't even sure if that was what you wanted anymore. you yelled and spat out threats to spite the tears in your eyes, anything to defend yourself before your lungs would surely give out. driven purely by nerves, you continued waving your weapon around even when the man leading the group ordered you to drop it.

it was practically a death sentence. it should've been a death sentence, but it wasn't.

their promises of safety fell on deaf ears until you actually saw the place. even then, it was months until you got a decent night of sleep.

the man who was the first to point his gun at you, tommy, was also the first to lower it. you don't know what made him save you that day, but when you arrived at jackson he almost seemed amused.

in passing, he spoke to another man that you later learned to be joel.

"get ready for a case of deja fucking vu," tommy had muttered.

you didn't know what it meant, and you didn't know how to decipher the look that plastered itself onto joel's face.

you were the last surviving member of your group before jackson, or at least that's what you had to assume. nobody really believed that you had made it that far on your own, especially considering the state that you were in. you knew that they were weary about another group coming and looking for you, despite your honest confessions.

before jackson, before you were alone, you had been taken in by a group. the QZ was threatening to fall any day, and they had heard whispers. talk of safe communities throughout the states. with the information they had compiled across time, one of the rumors was bound to be true. you weren't admittedly close with any of the adults but on the night of chaos, they convinced you to join them.

you wanted to believe that they cared for you, but the truth lingered in the back of your mind. you knew that they knew that you wouldn't make it out. you wanted to believe that they were truly good, but when you shared your story with tommy, maria, and joel, you noticed the glances. the looks they shared. you didn't understand it until you were older, and even then it took awhile to come to terms with the truth.

your group wasn't saving you. they weren't looking out for you. they were using you. you were bait.

on the day that you had lost them, they told you to stay put in the woods. they told you that you would be safe there, because they weren't sure about what was up ahead. if the coast was clear, they would come back for you.

it wasn't true.

they had thought that they were heading into safety, and leaving you behind was a distraction to the bandits that had been hot on your trail. they had been wrong. they walked straight into trouble, and you went undetected.

and they had thought that you didn't stand a chance.

well, they were wrong. now all of them were dead and you were still here.

if only they stayed put, maybe they would've been saved too.

you were just about sixteen on the day that jackson opened itself up to you.

now, a few years later, you were proud to call jackson your home.

you had your own home, a house (though you swore that if the day ever came and jackson's population grew dramatically, you would be the first to offer it up. it was a compromise for allowing you to live on your own) to call your own, and friends. a community.

there weren't many people your age compared to the QZ, considering, but still somehow more than you had expected.

your first friend was dina, sent to check in on you days after you had first arrived in jackson. maria was concerned that you wouldn't be a good fit after you had stayed inside, hesitant to show your face. dina had knocked on your door, introduced herself, and by the very next day you had been out and about.

then came jesse. and then ellie. and then cat. and then there was less of cat, until your little group had solidified into yourself, dina, jesse, and ellie. you would thank your lucky stars every single day that you had people to relate to, people that you could talk to and really trust.

dina and jesse were great. so was ellie, just... differently. not in a bad way though. never in a bad way. joel had originally warned you that she could be a little rough around the edges, but you didn't get that. you talked about a lot of things pretty quickly. you never really knew what it was like to have a best friend, but you were pretty sure that ellie was it.

you were practically attached at the hip, once upon a time. though it became lesser and lesser as time went on, you still had a certain fondness for ellie in your heart that no one else seemed to match.

it's not that you stopped being friends, because you still hung out just about every single day. she just seemed a little different. less comfortable maybe, and a little more jaded. not that you blamed her. it was just difficult trying to decipher how she would feel each day. sometimes, ellie made you feel as though you were the most important person in the world. other times, she always seemed to keep you at an arm's length. more so lately than ever before. maybe she was getting a little sick of you, or maybe she was just drained from patrol. whatever it was, your feelings never seemed to waver.

"you're late," you observed, squinting over at the figure approaching you.

"hardly. patrol took longer than we thought. don't get picky," the figure warned, reaching a hand out to you.

you ignored the gesture, pulling yourself up from the curb in which you were sat.

"a plan is a plan, williams."

the tone of your scolding was half-hearted and the crease on ellie's forehead eased.

"any chance at a rain check?" ellie asked.

the softness of her tone made you do a double take, scanning her features for any sign of unhappiness. ellie looked fine though, just tired.

"i promised addie that i'd bring you. she's been wanting to talk to you, you know."

"i don't know what for," ellie muttered begrudgingly, but you knew that it was only because she was feeling shy.

adeline hollis was an older woman residing in jackson. you had grown close throughout your time spent there, pretty much depicting her as a familial figure in your life. besides dina, she was one of the first people to actually talk you.

mrs. hollis was quick-witted, kind-hearted, and exceptionally good with a needle. she fixed up clothes for you often, and managed to turn any stray fabrics into articles of clothing that you actually felt proud of. you felt safe around her, allowed to be vain and wish for pretty things despite the state of everything else.

you shrugged and took a few steps, allowing ellie to decide whether or not she was going to follow after you.

"doesn't matter," you brushed off. "besides, she was fixin' up joel's boots, you can play delivery girl."

"you're annoying today," ellie complained, and you knew that she was following you because the sound of her voice was pretty close.

"i'm in a good mood," you replied, frowning as the words left your lips. were you?

you could never give yourself much time to think about it. it wasn't worth a second thought anyway, not now.

"right," ellie snorted, finally appearing at your side.

the sun was so bright that it felt warm, the feeling of late spring tangible wherever you went.

you glanced at ellie briefly, not trusting yourself to look more than once. her cheeks were turning pink from the sun and she looked sleepy. it made your heart swell.

you didn't knock once you had made it to the familiar front door - you knew that you didn't need to.

"addie!" you called into the home, leaving ellie to follow in after you. "we're here!"

you were quickly greeted with a hug, made to feel like each visit was a special occasion despite how frequent they were.

"there you are!" adeline beamed, catching ellie extremely off guard by greeting her with a hug as well. "i'm so glad you girls are here."

"hi mrs. hollis," ellie mumbled, a bashful smile adorning her lips. ellie's cheeks were red from the interaction and you cleared your throat to stifle a giggle.

"do you have it?" you inquired, prompting ellie's confusion from the way in which your eyebrows danced with the question.

"you'll love it," adeline assured, swiftly exiting the room and leaving you to bounce on your feet.

ellie managed to scoot her way closer to your side, leaning into you as she spoke. "what are you-"

"don't you love it?" adeline expressed confidently, holding up a long, flowing piece of fabric.

except, it wasn't just a piece of fabric anymore. adeline had worked it into a skirt for you, and your eyes widened in adoration.

"addie!" you squealed, rushing forward and hugging the material against your chest. ellie's presence was momentarily forgotten, nearly, until you spun around and held up the skirt to her.

"don't you love it?" you gushed, and ellie looked robotic in the way that she bobbed her head.

you examined the fabric closer. the faded, dainty floral pattern covering the skirt was more than you could've hoped for.

"i love it," you breathed, looking to adeline with wet eyes. if ellie didn't feel so uncomfortable, she probably would've snickered at you. "truly, thank you so much. this is beautiful," you admired.

"please," adeline waved a hand. "it keeps me busy. and you," she faced ellie, singling her out. "i don't know what that man does all day to put those godforsaken shoes in such a horrible shape."

ellie looked dumbfounded, and this time you didn't shy away from releasing your giggles.

"joel's boots are by the door," adeline sighed.

"right. thank you," ellie responded, moving to collect them as quickly as she could.

you bid farewell to adeline, expressing your gratitude about five more times until she all but pushed you out of the door. lovingly, of course.

ellie begrudgingly carried the boots as you twirled and skipped and admired your new article of clothing.

"we gotta go out now, do something special," you joked.

"yeah? what's the occasion?"

a quick glare shaped ellie up quickly.

"don't you think it's pretty?" you asked, desperate for a compliment despite the fact that you weren't even wearing it yet.

"i do," ellie agreed, quick to please you. "it's perfect for you."

"it is, isn't it?" maybe you really were in a good mood today. a real one. "what about dina and jesse?"

"what about them?" ellie mused, watching as you held the skirt carefully in your hands, not allowing it to drape on the ground.

"off?" you questioned thoughtfully, wrinkling your nose in ellie's direction.

ellie shook her head.

"really?"

"really. dina and jesse are back on. as of... yesterday?" ellie contemplated.

"wow, news travels slow i guess," you joked, causing ellie to nudge your arm.

"don't worry, they'll be broken up again before we know it. it's no use even keeping track anymore."

"ellie! that's mean," you laughed, shaking your head.

ellie felt a little guilty for teasing behind their backs but really, it was getting ridiculous. besides, the sound of your laughter eased the guilt pretty damn quick.

"come back with me," ellie changed the subject.

you faltered, nearly tripping over your own foot. "what?"

"to mine," ellie clarified. "give joel his-" she swung the boots at you, acting as if she was going to throw them. "-disgusting old new shoes."

your heart skipped a beat from the invitation and you had already known that you were going to say yes. ellie could have invited you to help her clean out shimmer's stall and you would've said yes without hesitation. speaking from experience, just once or twice...

"sure," you grinned.

if you went with ellie, you would probably spend hours listening to her as she went through her comic collection again. and then you would probably end up falling asleep. and then you would probably stay the night. you would share the bed, normal, and get a sick feeling in your stomach whenever her leg accidentally grazed your own, not normal.

determined to cling onto the feeling of a good day, you swallowed down the not normal feelings, as you usually did.

ellie looked at you and smiled, like genuinely grinned, and your fingertips went numb.

"last one there cleans shimmer after patrol," ellie taunted, the reason behind her smile no longer feeling pure.

"what?" you laughed in disbelief, just before ellie took off.

"ellie!" you shouted, fumbling to quickly catch up to her. "ellie williams! i don't even do patrol!"

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

"-this one's my favorite though. i mean, look at the cover. isn't it sick?"

ellie shoved the worn comic book in your direction, causing you to blink and raise your head to get a better look.

"it is really cool," you murmured. you knew it was her favorite issue, and you already knew what the cover looked like. still, you loved to hear her talk.

ellie sat up, peering at you. you were laying on your stomach, cheek buried in the blankets of ellie's bed.

"you're just agreeing with me," ellie grumbled, suddenly twinging with annoyance at the way your tank top strap was sliding down your shoulder.

"i'm agreeing with you because i agree," you huffed, wrinkling your nose at her.

ellie placed a firm hand on your hip, shoving you to the side.

"ellie!" you exclaimed, rubbing your eyes in an attempt to wipe the sleep from your system.

"scoot over," ellie instructed, pulling up the blankets.

"hm?" you questioned while you obliged anyway. you wanted to sleep over, to stay with your best friend for as long as possible but you didn't want to be a bother.

"you're sleeping over, aren't you?" ellie acknowledged, holding the covers up for you. the room was dark but lit lightly from the window. ellie prayed that you couldn't see the way in which she held her breath.

you adjusted your body, looking curiously at ellie. "do you mind?"

ellie shook her head, patting the spot next to her. "'course not."

that was all the confirmation that you needed. you slid your body under the blankets, next to ellie but mindful of the distance between yourselves. if you adjusted again you would be touching, so you stayed still and didn't move.

it was quiet, and you couldn't tell if it was awkward or comforting. maybe a little of both, and that was okay.

"are you tired?" you questioned, turning on your side to face ellie.

ellie copied, turning to face you and scanning your features in the dark. "yeah. is that okay?"

"yeah," you whispered. "do you have patrol tomorrow again?"

ellie nodded, and then realized you might not be able to see her. "yeah. with dina. but don't worry about leaving early, okay?"

you sighed, allowing your body to sink further into the bedding.

sleep was enveloping you quicker than expected, but it didn't surprise you based on how comforting you find it to be in ellie's presence. you were nearly off, until ellie's voice broke the silence and threw you out of your sleepy trance.

"it is pretty," she whispered.

"what?"

"your new skirt," ellie replied softly, earning a sleepy grin from you.

you muttered a quiet thank you, cheeks burning and mind whirling. you wanted to say more, but you could tell that ellie was already falling asleep and you didn't want to deprive her of it.

she was so honest, so sweet sometimes. you forced your eyes open, studying the girl sleeping next to you. it made your eyebrows furrow, the way your heart pounded when ellie was this close.

shit.

turning away, you shut your eyes again and willed sleep to come.

it must've, at some point, because before you knew it the sun was causing you to blink awake and you were stretching in an empty bed. the absence never failed to make your stomach drop, even though you already knew where ellie was.

laying alone in your best friend's bed made you feel a certain level of pathetic that was almost unknown.

you could've waited around until she got back, but you forced yourself up and away.

you would see ellie again later anyway, so it was better to have some space to yourself for awhile.

it wasn't anything that you could really make sense of, you just needed to clear your head before ellie was back consuming nearly all of your senses.

it wasn't a big deal, you would tell yourself over and over.

over and over until it felt true.

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cillian-gets-me-wetter · 15 days

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milk and coffee - joe burrow x fem!reader

a/n: a part two of if u think i’m pretty (read for more context), was working on this at first then scrapped it but now after some encouragement, we are so back, this might be a little shorter but i hope it’s worth while <3

summary: after you and joe hooked up at the super bowl party, you two start working on rekindling your relationship. your insecurities about dating and being in a relationship again start to get in the way, making you wary of letting your guard down. joe notices that something is off so he decides to surprise you.

warnings: exes to lovers, slow burn, joe and reader are working on rekindling their relationship, insecurities, mentions of past toxic relationship (not involving joe), a hint of angst, reader has emotional baggage (me too girl), fluff, soft!joe, allusions to sex, pillow talk

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will you still love me in the morning? will you stay for milk and coffee?

ever since that night you and joe hooked up, you two have been talking and catching up from the time lost from when you weren’t in contact with him. you both followed each other again on social media and you gave him your new number before leaving his hotel the next morning.

texts and facetime calls grew more frequent as you both were in the off-season now. you couldn’t help but miss him even though you only saw him for one night. you had no idea what you were stood with him relationship wise but you knew that something was brewing again between the two of you.

“i have something to confess.” you grab your phone off the bathroom counter as you did your skincare routine before you settle in bed for the night. you laugh slightly, “okay, what is it?”

he couldn’t help but admire you as if he was there with you. “i started failing statistics on purpose just so i could talk to you more.” you rolled your eyes playfully and laughed, “that is so dumb, joe, you could’ve just talked to me.”

he shrugged, “i know.. but we wouldn’t be where we are now if i hadn’t, now would we?” you sighed, “i guess you do have a point..”

while you were particularly happy with being on better terms with him, something was weighing and gnawing in your gut at the same time. you couldn’t help but overthink about how things can quickly go from good to worse, feeling like you’re inevitably waiting for the other shoe to drop. as if joe was just going to decide that he wasn’t ready to be with you again.

the dreaded thought of having to possibly break up with him again was something that was difficult for you to face. you didn’t want things to end up like last time or never talking to him anymore. you couldn’t bare having to watch his life from the sidelines like you have while you two were broken up.

when you first dated joe, you weren’t used to the type of love he showed you. he was always kind and patient with you, which was fairly new to you. he never raised his voice at you or lost his temper towards you. he was the first person you allowed yourself to fully open up to and accepted you with open arms.

with these heavy thoughts weighing on you, the last thing you wanted to do was tell him. you didn’t want to scare him away or make him believe it was his fault. you gradually start to withdraw from him, answering his texts a bit more longer than usual and coming up with excuses to not call him.

joe noticed something was off about you but couldn’t tell where it was coming from. he thought over everything he’s said so far over and over again but wasn’t able to tell what he said or did that was pushing you away. he checked his phone for the fifth time tonight, seeing that he was on delivered still.

he sighed, putting his phone back on his nightstand and turning his attention back to the random show he put on for background noise. he was in miami with sam and nick after attending ufc 299, while they both went out to after parties, he decided to stay in his hotel for the night, wanting to talk to you instead.

then it was like a sudden light bulb turning on in his brain, he had to show you that he cares about however you were feeling was important to him. he wanted to show how much he cares about you and that he loves you. he needed to see you.

he texts you again, asking for your address because he wanted to send you flowers. he set his phone to the side so that he wasn’t constantly checking for a text back. the text tone went off and he looked to see that you finally answered, sending over your address. then sending another one saying: “you are so cute :)”

he then looks up flights to san francisco, hoping there was one leaving right away. to his luck, he found a flight for early tomorrow afternoon and booked the ticket for it. his stomach was doing backflips at the thought of seeing you again, wanting to enjoy his time off with you while he could.

he couldn’t get settled into bed, being too excited about surprising you and wanting to sleep during the flight there instead of waiting anxiously the whole time. he hoped that you would love seeing him again and that you missed him just as much.

you woke up to a knock on your front door, leaving your bedroom door open the night before. your best friend and roommate, julie, was out of town so you had the apartment all to yourself. you wore one of joe’s old lsu shirts, which was still oversized on you despite the years you kept it.

you get up out of bed, hearing another knock. you rub your eyes, drowsy from sleep and putting on your hello kitty slippers. you wondered if julie had come home early or it was one of your neighbors. walking down the hall and reaching the front door, you open it, seeing joe standing there with his luggage and a bouquet of colorful flowers in his hand.

your eyes lit up, not being able to believe he was right there in front of you. he beamed, “i told you i wanted to send you flowers.” he hands you the bouquet while you smell them, taking in the fresh floral scent wafting in your nose. he follows you inside, closing the door and leaving his stuff to the side while you set the flowers onto the counter.

he walked over to you, pulling you into a loving embrace. you stood on your tippy toes, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face into his shoulder. he spoke cheekily, “i like your shirt. where did you get it?” you moved away from his shoulder, looking up at him. you smiled, “some cute guy gave it to me.” he laughed, “oh really? you might have to thank him for it.”

you replied sultry, “i think i might have an idea on how to do that..” your lips tenderly brush over his, placing them in a familiar, soft kiss. you both grinned into the kiss, your hands moving down to his chest while he wrapped one arm around your waist. his free hand squeezes and palms at your ass, your mouth parting slightly as you moan against his lips.

he slipped his tongue inside, your tongues exploring each other’s mouths. he moves his mouth away from yours while he quickly spoke, “jump.” you jumped, he holds you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist. your fingers tangled into his soft hair, kissing him heatedly and sloppily. his hands cupped the plush flesh of your ass again and carrying you into your bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him.

you snuggled into his bare chest while he was holding you against him, playing with your hair. you asked, “how long did you want to stay here?” he shrugged while he laid underneath you, “i can stay however long you want me to.” you lifted your head up from his chest, “well, my roommate is gone for the next two weeks so we have the place to ourselves.”

you trailed your finger down his chest, looking at him with doe eyes. he pressed his lips against yours in a couple of lingering, delicate kisses. he smiled, “that sounds perfect.. i missed you, baby.” you said, “i missed you too, pretty boy.” he laughed, “pretty boy? i think you’re the pretty one here.” you scoffed playfully, “you know if you’re trying to get in my pants again, you should just ask.. i will say yes.”

you both laughed as you cuddled closer into his shoulder and he leaves a kiss against your forehead. you wondered aloud, “so what made you want to come over here? not that i mind that you’re here or anything.” he answered, “i knew something was off so i wanted to come see what’s wrong.” you sighed, playing with his fingers and intertwining them with yours.

“i’m just scared of us not being able to make things work like after we graduated, i don’t want anything bad to happen between us..” he nodded, understanding why you feared these things. “i get what you’re saying. i just want you to know that i want to be with you and that i’ve never stopped caring about you.”

his thumb caresses your hand, bringing it closer to his face and kissing it. you let go of his hand and place yours on his cheek, pulling him in a loving kiss. he felt his anxiety wash into a wave of relief knowing that he wasn’t intentionally pushing you away.

you laid back down onto his chest, playing with his fingers once more. he traced small circles on your back, taking in the fact that he was in your bed again, wondering if he should pinch himself and snap out of this but it was very much real. he looked down at you, seeing that you were fast asleep on his chest and hearing your quiet, nasally snores.

he smiled at you, gently kissing the top of your head so he didn’t disrupt your sleep. he looked over and saw your copy of “normal people” on the nightstand, lightly grabbing it off the wooden surface while he tried not to move too much. he flipped through the pages, being careful to not lose your spot on what part you were reading.

he landed on the page where your bookmark was placed, seeing that you used an old photo booth strip of the two of you from back when you first started dating. he smiled at the photos fondly, ranging from one that was cute to a couple of silly ones and the last one being you kissing him on the cheek. he kept his copy as a bookmark too, blushing at the mere thought of how in sync you were even from far away.

he closed the book, putting it back where it was beforehand. he then grabbed the blanket on the side of you, covering you both up for warmth despite the sun shining through the window. he loved how the sunlight illuminated your features as you faintly snored on top of him. he cuddled closer to you, wanting to be more near you despite the fact that you were laying on his chest.

he fell asleep, relieved that he didn’t scare you off. he was also happy that he was able to be next to you again, never wanting to leave this moment.

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redskyvenus · 7 months

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𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐂 (𝐀 𝐏𝐈𝐌𝐏’𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌) ⟡ SUGURU GETO

pairing: club!owner/pimp! geto x afab! reader | wc: 2k

synopsis: an unexpected meeting at Suguru's nightclub ignites an interesting connection

warnings: AU, alcohol, clit spanking, cursing, mutual pining, oral sex (f receiving), pet names (baby, princess), porn with plot, praise, sex work, unprotected sex

a/n: this is my first fic ever, a one-shot inspired by the song Cadillac (A Pimp’s Anthem) by Victoria Monét. i really enjoyed writing this, i hope u like it as much as i do <3 reblogs and comments are always appreciated

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A carefree and stoic man he is, at least until that one fateful day you walked into the nightclub, one of the many clubs he owned.

His gaze fell upon your silky smooth legs in that beautiful black two-piece lingerie set, covered entirely in lace and rhinestones. He scanned you from head to toe while his breathing came to a halt.

Your face looked so innocent yet mesmerizing, and while he was lost in his thoughts, your eyes met his. You gave him a puzzled look, as he did not seem to look away when you caught his gaze. All he knew was that he had to make a lasting impression before he left.

“Your face is red; are you alright, sir?” You leaned in and spoke softly in his ear.

“Yeah— I mean, yes. It’s scorching hot inside, don’t you think?"

“I think the air conditioner might be broken.” You sighed, leaning over to rest your arm on the bar.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen your face around here before. What’s your name, beautiful?” His deep voice made your legs weak right then and there.

“Y/N, it’s nice to meet you, sir.”

“A pretty name for an even prettier girl like you,” you rolled your eyes at his remark, but his smirk made it even more difficult to suppress your lewd thoughts about this mystery man.

“I’m Suguru Geto, the owner, but you can just call me Suguru—no need for formalities,” he winked. You asked your colleague for a shot of tequila, as you normally do before the start of your shift. Though you started working here about a month ago, you were still as anxious as the first day, long acrylics tapping on the counter.

“You seem nervous; is it your first day working here?” he asked. His intimidating dark eyes were definitely not helping.

“No, I’ve been here for a month. I’m all good; just need a little something to take the edge off." You downed your shot in the blink of an eye and sat down on the bar stool.

“So, what brings you here today, Suguru?” You fidgeted with the lace of your panties.

You had heard a lot of stories about the raven-haired man, and they were not all too positive.

Rumored to be a true seducer, manipulating women purely for his own satisfaction and simply discarding them whenever he felt like it, you were still eager to break his shell and find out exactly what it is that made him so magnetizing.

Geto sighed and tilted his head back while you observed his broad shoulders, rubbing your thighs together.

“I try to visit all my clubs monthly, do some paperwork, and check if everything’s going well – Actually, I need to go to my office right now and finish it up so I can go visit the other ones. I’ll see you later, Y/N.”

He politely kissed your hand, you gave him your most perfect smile before he walked away.

His stone-cold heart had started to melt because of you— you just didn’t know it yet.

Four weeks had gone by, but Suguru hadn’t been back yet. His interest in you grew stronger with each passing week and your beautiful face was ingrained in his mind. It terrified him, he hadn’t felt this way about someone in a long time. Afraid of what would happen when he saw you again.

He had done all the mandatory monthly visits, except for one—the nightclub you worked at. He hesitated for a moment before he finally decided to drive his black Cadillac to the club again.

Catching your breath while you lay spread out on the leather couch, coming down from your high. Your customer zipped up his pants and quietly whispered a “thank you” before stuffing a hundred-dollar bill in your hands and hastily closing the door.

The private room smelled like a mixture of sweat and arousal, you never got used to the slight feeling of shame you felt after every session.

It’s been two months since you started working but your debt was still far too high, you had no other choice but to work for god knows how long until you were able to pay it off.

You felt your eyes burn with a lump forming in your throat. Staring at the ceiling you were pondering every single life decision you had made leading up to this. Swallowing the rest of your tears and trying to clean yourself up, you left the room.

On your way to your locker, you swiftly passed by Suguru’s office, secretly hoping to catch him there.

Leafing through a bunch of papers he was seated behind his desk. Wearing a low bun, a strand of his black hair hung over the sheet of paper he was scribbling on. He looked so damn good in his white button-up. His arm tattoos were visible under the rolled-up sleeves.

“Are you just going to stare at me all night or do you want to come inside, Y/N?” he said in a deep voice before looking up.

He wasn’t putting the moves on you—right? Why would he anyway? It was just his egotistical and flirtatious self that tried to get under your skin.

He’s your boss, an actual cold and arrogant pimp nonetheless.

The tension was growing by the second and you hadn’t even set foot in his office. You were so lost in thoughts you hadn’t noticed he was now standing right in front of you. “Are you alright? Did something bad happen to you?” His facial expression dropped when he noticed a dried-up mascara stain on your cheek.

“No, I- I’m just exhausted from working all day.” you stared down at your stiletto heels.

“You’re a terrible liar. You know that?” he laughed before shaking his head.

That infectious smile would genuinely be the death of you.

“Are you gonna tell me what’s truly going on in that pretty head of yours? Please, sit down.”

You closed the door before sitting in the black chair, “I can’t do this anymore. This job—the men—I can’t even look at myself in the mirror without feeling disgusted. But my debt is so fucking high, I can’t afford to quit,” you rambled before looking away.

Suguru searched for your gaze again and softly caressed your cheek.

“I know you think I don’t understand what it’s like, but I do,” he paused. “I of all people know what a tough and dangerous world it is, and someone like you doesn’t belong here. I don’t know how you ended up in a fucked up place like this but, whatever you owe I got it covered,” he said.

“You don’t have to do that, Suguru. I’m the one that got myself here in the first place,” you sighed.

“I insist,” he smiled with half-lidded eyes, “I don’t know what it is, but ever since we met, you make me feel different. Just let me take care of you.” You felt your face grow hot.

With every second that passed, that mysterious facade further cracked. You couldn’t resist him anymore.

His eyes never left yours as he desperately tried to keep his composure, but he wanted you so badly. The air grew heavier and images of you bent over on his desk started to flood his mind.

“Kiss me already.” A surge of lust shot through Suguru’s brain. He brought you into a kiss and you kissed him back passionately. He tasted so sweet and his cologne smelled divine.

Slowly kissing your neck he whispered: “You’re so beautiful. I just want to make you mine.” Suddenly he lifted you and sat you down on his desk. He pulled away from the kiss and lowered his body, hot breath fanning over your panties.

Gripping your thighs he sucked love bites all over. “Stop being such a fucking tease, Suguru. Just do whatever you want with me, I’m all yours.” you whimpered.

“You’re already begging for me, princess? Someone is being a needy brat, I barely even touched you.”

“Shut the fuck up,” you quietly gasped as you pushed his face deeper into your clothed folds. He took off your black thong and tossed it on the floor.

“So soaked for me already, just how I like it. Lay back and let me make you feel good,” he whispered against your cunt. His devilish tongue started skillfully lapping at your clit, earning some soft moans from you.

“Faster, god—please.” He added more pressure and smacked your clit before inserting his middle finger, hearing you get louder he stuffed another one inside. Completely pussy drunk, he felt his pants getting extremely tight but that didn’t stop him. It was his mission to make you cum.

“Suguru, feels too good.” your legs were shaking and you felt the pressure starting to build in your stomach. You grabbed his hair with both hands as he was eating you out like a madman, desperate to savor what was finally his.

“Fuck. Fuck, I’m going to cum,” you whined. Your ears were ringing and your vision turned white as your orgasm washed over you. Panting and heaving while you came down from your high Suguru slowly worked his way back up again.

The lower half of his face was covered in your juices, he pulled you in for another kiss, and you could taste yourself on his lips. “You look so good like this, all spread out for me on my desk,” he praised.

“And you look good with my cum on your face,” you giggled as he unzipped his pants, took off his underwear and dropped it to the floor.

“Wrap your legs around my waist. I need to feel your pretty pussy,” you obliged. You looked at him with lust-filled eyes as he gripped both your wrists and teased your entrance with his glistening redded tip before he sank himself inside you completely.

“Shit, baby. You’re so tight, already gripping my dick and I haven’t even started fucking you,” Suguru grinned proudly. “I’m not gonna last long like this.”

Starting out with slow strokes, he buried his face in the crook of your neck. He went deeper until he hit your soft spot. You arched your back further as he sped up the pace, loud smacking sounds filling up the room.

As he praised you between his merciless strokes, hearing you moan his name like a prayer made the pleasure pulse through his body, and he felt his orgasm building up.

“Fuck. Your moans are too pretty and you’re taking me so well… 'm gonna cum soon, princess.” he swiftly grabbed your legs and threw them over his shoulders.

He had you right where he wanted you. “Come on baby, I know you can give me one more,” he grunted. Strands of his hair sticking to his forehead, completely covered in sweat, he continued fucking you into oblivion.

“Suguruu– it’s too much, I can’t,” you cried feeling lightheaded, trying to grip the desk with all your strength, long nails scraping the wood.

You both climaxed at the same time, he quickly pulled out and spilled thick ropes of cum on your stomach.

As he watched your fucked out face, trying to catch your breath, Suguru slowly pulled out and kissed your temple.

“Shit, you got me under your spell now,” he panted. He got dressed and left the room quickly to grab some water and a towel from the nearest bathroom.

He entered the room again and gently cleaned you up. “Such a gentleman, Suguru. I would’ve never thought you would be so caring,” you teased. He chuckled and threw the towel in the trash.

“Are you trying to manipulate me into a round two, sweetheart? Don’t start something you can’t finish,” he responded.

“I can’t deny that fucking you here all night doesn’t sound tempting. But I want to take you out on an actual date, so let’s get the fuck out of here.” You smiled at him as he lifted you from the desk and guided you towards the door.

“I’ll drive you to your apartment so you can shower and get ready—I already got something in mind.”

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lowkeyren · 12 days

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unrequited love… not!

in which — wriothesley is smitten with you just as you are with him. but you think he's in love with another woman so sigewinne plays cupid (she's sick and tired of u guys)

pairing — wriothesley x gn!reader

ੈ✩‧₊˚ fluff, wc: ~870, sorry for any grammar mistakes!!!! likes n reblogs are appreciated! okay that's all, enjoy <3

to say that wriothesley is heads over heels for you is an understatement. this man has been lovestruck ever since the day he laid his eyes on you. and he wasn't the type to be secretive about his massive crush on you, in fact; it's practically common knowledge for everyone in the fortress. sigewinne can only sigh and shake her head in disappointment every time she sees wriothesley showing his not-so-subtle affection to you (and you being blissfully unaware of the heat that rises up on his neck everytime you even show a hint of a smile) from afar. either way, it seems like wriothesley's feelings are no secret to anyone but you.

well it's not like you were completely clueless…. it's just that, the almighty duke of the fortress is an undeniably charismatic man, it's no surprise that many women flock to him like moths to a flame. and you weren't any different. truth to be told, you found yourself too, unable to resist his charms. each time he flirted with you, your heart raced without fail, cheeks flushed, and brain short circuiting, overwhelmed by his presence. —he never fails to notice your every reaction, catching every subtle flicker of expression, let it be the twitch of your lips when you try not to laugh at his jokes or the raise of your eyebrows when he mentions a topic that piques your interest. knowing that he also has this effect on you reassures him, that you felt the same way too… or do you?

wriothesley sighed as he put down his teacup, closing his eyes and resting his head in his hands, eyebrows furrowed. what's gotten into you..? you haven't visited him for the last 3 days, and frankly, he missed you. were you intentionally avoiding him? but to him it was clear that your feelings are mutual— you liked him and he liked you.

though for you, it might have been a little more complicated.

"well, care to explain? what happened between you guys…" sigewinne puts down the half used bandage wrap and turns to face you with a questioning look.

"h-huh what do you mean…? everything's perfectly fine." you smiled and feigned ignorance —so poorly that sigewinne saw right through you the moment you opened your mouth. "tell me everything." she shoots you a pointed look. when you start talking again, she shows a hint of a smile that goes unnoticed by you.

"i guess there's no point in avoiding this anymore… look, it may sound stupid to you but the other day, i saw wriothesley together with clorinde. i was about to go up to them but! they seemed really happy together and i didn't wanna interrupt… they're quite close with each other so i thought they were in some kind of relationship! and i didn't wanna interfere with my own feelings…since clorinde is also my friend after all."

unbeknownst to you, while you were busy recounting, wriothesley had quietly entered and stood near the entrance. he could not wrap his head around why you would think that he could possibly be in cahoots with fontaine's champion duelist. sure they may be good friends but— he thought he made it clear that he wants you, and you only.

just as he was about to speak up, sigewinne butted in: "hey, so what you're saying is that you like him too?" with your head still hanging low, being too engrossed in this whole venting session, you have yet to notice wriothesley presence nor the ever glowing mischievous glint in sigewinne's eyes.

"you need not to be so blunt…then if i must admit, yes i do like hi- ...huh? what do you mean "too" ?!"

as you stumbled over your own words, you made eye contact with wriothesley who was still frozen in the doorway. you could feel your heart racing, seeing the prominent flush on his cheeks —and yours too, you finally realize the truth of your mutual affection.

sigewinne quickly excuses herself but not before discreetly giving you a playful wink and a thumbs up to wriothesley.

"out of all possible ways, i did not expect you to confess your feelings in the midst of an unexpected revelation." wriothesley walked towards you with a huge smirk on his face, having finally got the confirmation that he has been longing for, from the person he has been pining for since day one.

you know he's teasing you even at a time like this so you too pretend to be unaffected, tilting your head to the left and folding your arms across your chest.

"hmph... you should be oh so relieved now that you know your feelings are reciprocated."

"yes of course darling. i feel complete whenever you are by my side. and i haven't been more happy than i am at this moment."

his words are sincere, a striking contrast to just a few seconds ago. you chuckled softly, feeling a warmth spread through you as you reached up to cup his face, with a cheeky smile:

"just ask me the question already!"

with a grin, wriothesley leans in closer to you, eyes sparkling with affection, the air tensing with pure sweetness.

"will you be mine?"

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elliesflwrgirl · 11 months

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cw, oral (ellie receiving), fingering (r receiving), lots of dirty talk, petnames (sweet girl, baby, etc), cheating, alcohol use, and lots of banter.

summary: ur gf hates ur bsf ellie, for no apparent reason at all…it’s not like she thinks about fucking u all the time or smth…but ellie sees u at the party, all by yourself, no girlfriend in sight…wonder what’ll happen when your unresolved tension is let loose…hm

i was kinda on a abby kick yesterday so here have a long ellie angst/smut!!

if u enjoy pls reblog and like!! i love u.

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you and ellie had been friends for years, and there were fallouts but you always ended up friends again. and no matter how much your girlfriend, amber, hated ellie, it changed nothing. ellie was an extension of you, you and ellie we’re a package, everybody knew that, everybody accepted that…except your girlfriend.

you never saw the issue, doesn’t everyone have that really close friend that they tell everything to? at some point you found it was easier to avoid ellie when with your girlfriend, and ellie understood. she liked being your little secret, though she’d never tell you that.

you’d sneak out to sleepover at her place, go dancing with her when amber was away, and even go to parties with her. but recently you pulled away from ellie, things were getting serious with amber. you even had sex with her for the first time a couple weeks ago, and you loved her. at least you thought you did.

when dina told you about a party, you thought it’d be a great time to invite amber, but she said she knew ellie would be there and she didn’t want to start anything. you told her you understood but a part of you just wished she’d grow the fuck up.

ellie was part of you, and amber knew that from the second she met you. you didn’t understand what shifted, what made amber suddenly hate ellie?

you decided it was best not to drive yourself mad thinking about it. you decided to go with dina as your plus one, seeing as her and jesse aren’t together at the moment.

you wanted to look hot, you wore that dress dina said made your ass look good, and then you wondered if you were dressing to catch someone’s eye. you pushed that thought away, ellie and you had only ever been friends. despite being each others first kisses, it was totally, and utterly, platonic.

as you walked into the bar dina kissed your cheek and told you she was off to find some friends, you didn’t mind. you were searching for someone anyways.

you spot her auburn hair at the bar, sipping whiskey. a smile graces your face as you walk over to the bar, “hey stranger,” you hum as you lean an arm on the bar. she tilts her head as a greeting, taking another sip of her drink. “so i’m taking it as you’re not ignoring me in public anymore?” she turns her head to you, her green eyes connecting with yours.

you roll your eyes playfully, “oh it’s temporary, i’ll go right back to ignoring you tomorrow.” you joke and she nods her head, a soft smirk on her lips. “ignoring me never lasts long though, does it? always at my place after she goes to sleep.” she murmurs and you widen your eyes. the tone of her words were suggestive, though the words themselves weren’t.

“ellie..” you speak softly so only she could hear you and she grins at you, “people might here you and think something else,” you explain and she nods her head. “let them think it.” she takes another sip and you roll your eyes once again. you knew if amber heard what ellie said she’d blow a damn fuse. she was already jealous of ellie, and the way ellie was acting tonight…it would send her into a blind rage.

“amber would be pissed if she knew i was with you right now.” you hum and lean your back against the back, crossing your arms. ellie smiles, “oh i know.”

“did she ever tell you why she hates me so bad?” she asks and you shrug. knowing exactly why she hates ellie. she was jealous of ellie. you were closer to ellie than with anyone else. ellie knew you inside and out. and amber always raged about how ellie looked at you, like she was just waiting for her turn.

you opted out of asking ellie about it all, maybe something deep inside of you knew the answer but you weren’t ready to hear it. “she’s jealous of you.” you spit out, ordering a beer as ellie laughs dryly. “that’s fucking adorable,” she hums, turning to face you.

“do i scare her? is she scared i’m gonna steal you for myself or something?” she taunts and you scoff under your breath, grabbing the beer and taking a swig. “she thinks you’re like in love with me or something,” you sigh and ellie grins, “is it bad that i like that she’s intimidated by me?”

“god you’re such an ass,” you laugh dryly and ellie smiles. she loved to make you laugh, but she wasn’t kidding at all. “i mean i don’t see why she’d be jealous of me…i’m not the one fucking you.” she laughs again and you shrug your shoulders. your silence making ellie question you, “you guys have fucked, right?” she checks and you roll your eyes. “yes. once.”

ellie’s eyebrows raise, “how was it?” the question makes your skin crawl. if that night had to be described in only one word, awkward. “um…it was okay.” you hum before taking a sip of beer.

ellie gapes at you, “sex is not supposed to be just okay, how bad was it?” you shrug your shoulders. “it was just…awkward.” you sigh before taking another sip and she nods her head. “did she make you cum?” her question catches you off guard causing you to nearly choke on your drink.

“ellie.” you glare at her and she smirks, “what? cmon just tell me.” she pushes and you roll your eyes. “no.” you mumble and ellie leans in closer. “was that a no?” she soaks up the moment.

“oh fuck you.” you scoff and she grins, “oh you wish, with me you’d cum.” she taunts and you shove her shoulder, feeling her muscles under your fingers.

“shut up.” your cheeks feel red and hot and you forget just how much alcohol changes things for you. alcohol made you all touchy, and needy. you weren’t even close to drunk, but just one drop of alcohol had you eyeing ellie’s hands on the glass. “i’m gonna go find dina.” you huff before walking away.

after a few more beers and some small talk with dina you find yourself a tipsy mess in front of ellie. it gave you the courage to do things you wouldn’t do before.

you grab her drink from her hand, setting it on the bar and pulling her onto the dance floor. “cmon, dance with me.” you hum and she rolls her eyes. she placed her hands on your hips, her hands felt like they were burning into you.

you grabbed her wrists, going to replace them onto your waist but you felt the scar on her forearm, gently stroking your finger over it. you glance down to see the tattoo that you always loved. “i love this tattoo.” you hum and she nods, “i know you do.”

she pulls you closer, pulling you flush against her. you hum against her neck, pressing a kiss to it. “i really missed you,” you hum and her cheeks flush. the way you were kissing on her neck, and the sound of your voice had her wanting to clench her thighs together.

you were tipsy, but you knew what you were doing. you had it planned out, blame it on the alcohol and say you don’t remember anything. but all you knew right was that she felt good. her hands felt good, your lips on her neck felt good.

she’s drunk, she reminds herself. but you kiss up to that sweet spot below her jaw, making a soft sigh leave her lips. “okay let’s get you home..” she sighs before you whisper against her neck again, “i don’t want to go home, amber will be there, can i stay with you?” you hum and ellie knew it was a terrible terrible idea. but that didn’t stop her from nodding her head.

once you both were in the car it was a long, silent car ride. well, it was only seven minutes but it feel like eternity. your thighs clenched together every time her hands moved over the steering wheel, you felt like a fucking pervert. everything she did was so sexual. the way she bit her lip as she change lanes, the way she gripped the steering wheel. everything.

once you finally got to her house, you were practically running inside the house. you flopped down onto her couch, kicking your heels off and leaning up on your elbows to watch as she kicks off her shoes and takes off her jacket. “cmere.” you wave her over and she lays down on the opposite side of the couch, causing you to roll your eyes. “i don’t bite.” you huff before laying your body weight into her.

she smiles softly at you and tries not to pay attention to the way this is all making her feel. pushing some loose hairs from your face as you look up at her, you slowly slip your hands under the bottom of her shirt. feeling her soft abs flex against your fingers, you run your finger up and down the center of her abs.

looking up at her as you do, her eyes burning into you. there was a tension in the room, a dark fog of want. you both knew you shouldn’t, but you were both selfish.

you slip your hand to the buttons on her jeans, looking up at her for approval. “what’re you doing?” she sighs, as if she was holding her breath. “nothing?” you say innocently, undoing her pants. she closes her eyes, taking a deep breath.

“we shouldn’t.” she murmurs and you nod your head, “i know,” you hum as you tug the jeans off of her, leaving her in her black boxers.

you buries yourself between her legs, kissing up her thighs. she let out soft whimpers each time you placed a kiss on her thighs. “ellie,” you hummed and she looked down at you, “i wanna taste you” you spoke softly and she blushed deeply.

“please,” you press another kiss to her thigh and she nods her head softly. you pull her boxers off of her, humming at the sight of her. running your finger up and down her slit slowly, hearing a soft whimper leave her lips. “you’re so wet,” you hum and she scoffs, “because you’ve been driving me fucking insane all night.” she tilts her head back.

you grin to yourself, circling your finger over her clit slowly. “yeah? you ever think about this? me between your legs.” you taunt and she whines softly, giving you your answer.

you pull her closer, running your tongue over her cunt. gently flicking your tongue against her clit, her hands flying into your hair as you do. she tugs at the roots of your hair as you push two fingers into her. her wetness collecting at the base of your fingers. you moan softly against her cunt, taking in this moment. taking in how sweet she tastes.

she moans softly as you curl your fingers, the sounds she’s making make you buck your hips against the couch. feeling that friction. she sees your hips grind down and a strangle laugh bubbles from her throat.

“you getting off on this, sweet girl? tasting me is making— fuck, you such a needy slut, hm?” she hums, gently grinding herself against your tongue. you grind your hips harder onto the couch, a weak moan leaving your lips.

you thrust your fingers into her faster, gently sucking on her clit. a soft moan leaves her lips, “mhm, just like that, fucking me so good baby.”

“i’m so close, you’re doing so good for me” she whines, tossing her head back, gently closing her thighs around you.

you massage your fingers on that perfect spot deep inside of her. her hands grip at the roots of your hair, tugging softly as she moans your name.

as her orgasm washes over her, she whimpers softly, pulls you close, kissing you roughly. her teeth nipping at your bottom lip. she pulls you into her lap, your back against her chest. she runs her hands up and down your thighs, and you whine every time she gets close to the spot you need her most.

she pecks your lips, humming against them. “i’m gonna make you feel good, sweet girl. better than she ever could.” she taunts with a grin before running her fingers up your cunt, feeling how wet you are. she grins softly, “so fucking wet just from licking my pussy, hm? such a dirty girl.” she moves her fingers over your clit in slow torturous circles.

a soft whine leaves your lips, “ellie please,” you beg and she kisses your head, “poor baby, you’ve just been aching for my touch hm? probably touch yourself thinking about it.” she teases and a soft whimper leaves your lips.

you had thought about this, the way ellie’s fingers would feel deep inside of you. you hated how she could see right through you. she plants lazy kisses on your shoulders as she teases your entrance with her fingers.

“do you cum thinking about my hands all over you? thinking about how good i can make you feel?” she hums into your ear, making your body erupt into chills. you clench around nothing and she grins, pushing her fingers into you slowly.

a loud whine leaving your lips, “fuck—“ you toss her head back against her shoulder. “yeah? you like that?” she watches as you buck your hips against her fingers.

she places sloppy kisses on your neck, whispering praise into your neck. “taking my fingers so good,” she praised. you felt yourself about to cum, whining softly. “‘m gonna cum, els”

“make a mess, baby. you deserve it. been such a good girl for me,” she edged you on. and as you came she was the only thing you could think about. not your girlfriend, not that you just fucked your best friend, and definitely not that you just cheated.

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#tlou #tlou2 #ellie williams #tlou fanfiction #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams smut #ellie williams fic

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factual-fantasy · 3 months

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26 ASKS!! :DD THANK U VERY MUCH!!🎨

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Oh they're both fine! :0 Other than some angst ideas I had for them-- they're both still alive and well XD I just haven't drawn them in a while :/

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Blackmail XDD

@samcat2

I still like transformers! Though I'm not really interested in drawing it atm.. thank you though!! :DD

(Post in question)

XDDD fr tho--

:DD Thank youuu!! :}}}

@kiinther

XDD Blue is too big for that too! Though Seafoam might be able to give her a little peck on the cheek 👀 if either of them would just confess their feelings already <XDD

I know, and I hate all of it. :(

Also thank you so much! :DD

I was thinking that they're kind'a a cross between the two.

They pillage and raid other ships, but they don't normally go for "innocent" ships.. if they attack anyone, its usually other rotten pirates or slave ships maybe? "Bad" ships I guess you could say-

As for the voice claims. If like you explained- you happen upon an OC of mine and think "HE LOOKES LIKE HE SOUNDS EXACTLY LIKE THAT OTHER GUY" Then feel free to send it on over to me! :DD

But don't go out of your way to find voice claims for my characters as a gift or a form of fanart. Remember! All I really want is comments. Engagement with my work means everything to me! <:)

@neo-metalscottic (Post in question)

AAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! :DDD I'm so glad you like him!! :}} And that head injury was kind'a just a pose prompt. Though I might slap some lore on it and make it canon! :00

As for Papyrus.. its complicated.

Papyrus had accepted long ago that Sans and all his friends were gone. And that he was never going to see them again.. It really hurt. And it took him a very long time to accept that fact. But he did. He knows in his soul that his true brother is gone..

That didn't make seeing "Sans" again any less painful though. He probably saw a Sans through the trees in a new Snowdin. Man, I cant imagine how he felt.

The whole multiverse thing was explained to him by Frisk. He knows that's not his Sans. He knows its not him. But gosh. Its been so long since he's seen his brothers smile. What he would give to hear one of his silly puns again. What he would give to hear his voice.. to just.. to hug him one last time..

Frisk would grab Papyrus' hand, "Papyrus.. we need to go.. please, common.."

Seeing the other Papyrus walk into view and begin talking to that Sans.. He recollects himself. Its not him. Sans is gone. He's been gone for a very long time..

With tears streaming down his face, he would find the strength to grip Frisk's hand.. and turn away.

It never gets easier..

@jesterpiecethejester

Sorry, I don't take drawing requests! Plus the crews already pretty full as it is- <XDD

@bunny-coffee

I didn't intend to ever draw Frank and Eddie in a romantic light.. becuase yeah like you said, I just don't really like ships. Or honestly any romantic content that isn't my own OCs. Idk I just don't really enjoy drawing it--

But that's kind'a what I feared about the Welcome Home fandom if I'm being honest. I felt like people were really protective over Eddie and Frank. And if I revealed that I wasn't interested in drawing them as an item, canon or not? I felt like I would get a loooot of backlash.

But hey, I found a loophole. Just don't draw them together and there wont be any drama! :D It sucks though becuase Frank is a big part of Eddies lore and all his flashback shenanigans-

(Also thank you! :DD )

@beryl-shade

Oh! No no, its just made of seafoam! :0 Though whipped cream would make sense because he's a cookie- <XD

I do??

Huh.. I guess I do don't I..

What do I do with that power--

@sparkdrawsstuff

Well the strongest would be Blue Beauty by far- but looking at the smaller cookies? I think Seafoam is probably the strongest. But that's mostly due to him being so big. He's the biggest cookie on the crew and most of his strength just comes from packing more weight to his punch.

Though another toughy on the ship would be Louis. He may not be very big. But boy that crab arm? He has a grip strong enough to break cookies in half. And enough upper body strength to take your pieces and chuck em overboard--- 💀💀💀I wouldn't mess with either of them tbh--

As for the bounty.. that's a good question. :0 I wanna say Seafoam because he's the Captain an all.. but I really like the idea of Cuttlefish having this dark past and a surprisingly huge bounty over her head- 👀👀

@wilmawillow

<XD I think you might have got those two words switched around. I don't take drawing requests! But I've considered going back to some old artwork and redrawing them in my updated style.. 👀👀

@danikoshi

Not really.. :( There have been times in the past where I have asked for drawing ideas/requests when I was feeling low. But now a days I have plenty of ideas to draw so I don't need to do that anymore-

And to be totally honest, when someone says "Hey draw this thing for me." It just makes me go-

@astaherussy

You can find all the lore you need about Papyrus in this ask post! Just scroll down a bit and you'll find all the links and a bonus paragraph <XD

As for the tags. If you wanna see my AU with Jevil and the gang, you can find that under my #deltarune tag. They're also tagged under #Undertale but that will also bring up my Refinedtale AU and other au stuff-- :00

As for the Octonauts question, bro I EAT questions like these! :DD

Its a very interesting prompt. Usually we think of Captain Barnacles as very level headed and calm. He seems like one to bounce back from any situation and keep leading the team no problem. But man. After something like that? That's gotta scare him to his core.

I can see Barnacles being more tense and not wanting any of the crew to stray too far from him or the Octopod. I can imagine that he would give Kwazii a lot of time to recover, a lot more than he actually needs. And maybe even going as far to forbid him from going on certain missions.

But after a little time and maybe a talk with Kwazii. I'm sure both Kwazii and the Captain would recover from the experience and continue on as normal.

(Also thank you! I hope this response was along the lines of what you were hoping for-- :00 )

I pictured it being like really dense soap bubbles. They smell nice and can be picked off his coat or head. But if you jumped on his coat foam you wouldn't sink through. It would be like a big cushion that you could sit on top of. If that makes sense?? <XDD

@danman22ful

Out my OCs? Probably Seafoam 🥺

Out of the game cookies? Uhhhm.. well, I don't really know/remember any of the characters.. But Tea Knight cookie looks really cool! :0 He gives me major Reinhardt vibes :))

Thank you so much!!!! :DDD

@insanityislife101 (I couldn't find the post in question :((( )

Oh fr??? Cool! He was in character after all! :DD

#my response #octonauts #undertale #deltarune #papyrus #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cookie run ocs #my ocs #factual fam #welcome home

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mikodrawnnarratives · 4 months

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I finished the pretty gorls ON TIME!

2022 Version

2021 Version

(I'm also going to reblog them right after this is posted)

I'm gonna ramble under the cut about the designs n stuff but you can scroll past that to get to the timelapse if u want.

@jotg-miraculousrewriteau is where you'll see any updates about this story/au/rewrite I have going on if you get interested. It'll take some time before I get around to writing it but I'll be trying to draw more. I'll list some reasons for why I haven't gotten much out recently under the cut. Not abandoning the au tho!

This one was a STRUGGLE and part of it was because I still liked last year's and because my interest in ml has taken a back burner with other interests BARGING IN this year.

Not to say that I don't want to work on my rewrite anymore, but I'm probably gonna do some more rewatching so I can get fully back into it again. I can't really plop down what I've come up with for the rewrite and be satisfied anyway, so I'm stuck until I get the thing written and drawn.

THAT ASIDE, I changed up their posing again and included updates to the character design. I don't know if what I've drawn Marinette in here will stick for her redesign as far as outfits are concerned, but I don't really like the previous outfit I gave her anymore so I needed to work with something new.

Overall I like how this turned out, even if I'm a bit unsure abt other areas.

Specifics: Once again, I liked coloring and drawing Marinette more which shouldn't be a surprise since I have more to work with in her design. I made the foolish mistake of not including her freckles in the past, so now I'm amending for that. She's sort of matching her bf now.

I included some lore bits abt Tikki and Marinette's complicated relationship here that I haven't talked abt before. Marinette is not doing anything to Tikki intentionally, but I have a plot line in the story I have planned that involves how the kwamis went from deities to kwamis. Got caged in the miraculous. And the consequences that follow.

INcluding Marinette and Tikki gaining a strained relationship for the majority of the story.

But that's all I'll say on that for now.

You might notice Marinette's skintone has changed a bit from other redesigns. What happened was, when I was first coming up with ideas for the rewrite, I was going off of critisysms I saw a lot and noting them down. One, was that Mari didn't look like she was biracial and her skin tone should reflect that. Now. I was young and figured "Oh okay! So. Lets look up what average chinese skintones are!" ...I found the racist color swatches that got pretty close to yellow and I ignorantly changed her skin tone to that.

So! Now her skin tone is closer to canon's and I've decided anything about her heritage isn't something I'll tackle in my rewrite/au since I'm not qualified. I still have some things I've changed so she looks similar to both parents, but no more of that skin tone.

Lol I didn't get the timelapse started until the basic sketches were completed

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mha-cuties-pls · 1 year

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omg can we PLS get a continuation of the Dabi story where he kidnaps and breeds todorokis gf (also i died @ the end poor Todoroki 💀

A/N: wow !!!! I’m so glad u liked it :,)) literally as a writer nothing makes my heart burst more than comments/reblogs so this rlly meant a lot :,) . Here u go ! I’m still mentally living in this world so this flowed so easily might even have to make another smut for it

The Morning After.

Pairing: Reader x Dabi | Words: 1.1k | Rating: T (suggestive themes) | genre: fluff/humor

Sequel to ‘Stolen Hearts.’ Read Here.

Waking from a deep sleep, you felt incredibly well rested, but sore nonetheless. Your arms and legs felt like jello, and for a reason you couldn’t immediately remember, the skin on your wrists and ankles were raw; and your head really seemed to hurt.

Finally finding it in yourself to open your eyes, the strong torso you had been laying on top of began to materialize in the morning sunlight shining through the window above. But, upon seeing the motley of scarred flesh and staples, you were suddenly reminded; Last night wasn’t a dream, and this wasn’t Todoroki.

Flashes of yesterday played through your mind: The capture, his reveal as Touya, the way he had you folded under him, how you were begging for more. Your heart sank as you thought about it, and without the adrenaline, lust, and exhaustion clouding your mind, you realized the true weight of everything that happened.

At least I don’t have to explain myself, for now.

Shifting your body around just a bit, you tried to pull your head off his chest to sit yourself up, but were met with resistance when the arm he had wrapped around your shoulder pulled you closer to his body.

“Mornin’ beautiful.” Dabi said, voice quiet and raspy from sleeping. When you turned your head to glance up at him, you saw his eyes still shut, and he was nestling himself further into the bed while releasing a sigh of contentment; He must not be a morning person. You did have to admit, his messy bed head and peaceful expression portrayed a softer, more sensual side of him that you weren’t expecting. Especially not after last night.

Resisting the urge to simply fall back into his embrace and sleep a little more, you continued your ascent. And, upon finally breaking free and sitting yourself up at your waist, Dabi let out an uncharacteristically whiny groan, and shoved a pillow over his head while he mumbled something about ‘five more minutes’, making you a smile a bit. Then, a few small vibrations drew your attention to the table beside his bed, where you saw not one, but two phones; One of which, had a pink sparkly case, bearing a striking similarity to the one you remember having on yours.

Tentatively reaching your arm across his body with slow movements, you grabbed it, keeping your eyes on his head for any sign he was awake, but none came. You laid back down, throwing a quick glance up at his head under the pillow once more, before pressing the button to turn on the screen.

“43 missed calls and 27 messages”

It felt like your heart was going to drop out of your stomach and a heat rose to the back of your neck as the feeling of guilt consumed you.

Fuck.

Slinking back into the bed as you slid across the screen to unlock it, your eyes read over the names of those who had tried to contact you; most of them from someone, you were dreading to have to face.

But when you opened up the thread to Todoroki, you froze when reading his messages. They began as you would have expected, asking where you were and if you were okay. But then abruptly, his tone changes. And amongst his texts, you saw what looked like screenshots of another text thread with a video playing. Your eyes went wide, realizing what videos those were.

____? Answer me. I need to know that you’re okay

What is this? ____?

Who is that guy?

My love, please tell me what’s going on

One text, however, seemed to hurt just a bit more than the rest.

Tell me this isn’t real.

A tear you hadn’t even known was there fell from your eye, and a strangled cry left your throat, finally causing the man next to you to pop his head out from under the pillow with a mischievous gleam in his eye. “Something wrong, princess?” His smooth voice drawled out, causing you to look over at him, a mortified expression on your face as more tears leaked down your cheeks.

God he wished you knew how much that turned him on.

“What did you do?” You whispered with horror, looking into his eyes to see him staring back at you with the ghost of a smile on his lips.

“What d’ya mean?” He started, shifting his position a bit so the pillow that was once over his head propped his body up a bit more. “You knew I was takin’ those videos.” The blanket had fallen down to his waist, exposing his taut muscles to you and causing your eyes to flicker down and take in the sight of his sculpted abdomen.

“I didn’t think you’d send them to…” And as much as you tried, you couldn’t get the name out of your mouth.

“Your little boyfriend?” Dabi finished for you, and you immediately wanted to hide your face. So you did, instinctively, into his bare chest, and you were met with such a pleasant aroma of cologne mingled with smoke, you didn’t even want to pull away when you heard him laugh. “Aww, bunny.” His hands and arms pulled you closer to him, and hearing his new pet name for you gave you butterflies. “We had to tell him you were mine now, somehow. Didn’t we?”

The way his deep voice vibrated through his chest as his arms held you a bit closer to his body made you blush, alongside his words. “Yours?” You didn’t mean to say it, and make yourself look needy; it just slipped out. Pulling back from his chest just a bit, you turned your head up to meet his eyes once more, and saw a softer emotion you weren’t expecting.

His lidded eyes held admiration for you, and the smile that spread itself across his lips, while devious, was genuine as well. “Well, of course babe.” He reached his arms out to pull your body flush against his own, the close proximity of your naked bodies causing the fluttering feeling in your abdomen to start again. “I didn’t go through all that just for a quick fuck.” When his lips planted a small kiss on your nose your eyes grew wide and you looked at him longingly, which he returned, making you eternally grateful. And, as he continued leaving a sloppy trail of kisses along your neck and jaw, you gasped and moaned out a bit, your eyes closing as goosebumps ran down your spine; and just like that, your troubled conscience left your mind while thoughts of Dabi consumed you. Then, he whispered, his breath tickling your ear,

“Besides, you still gotta give me my little brat, after all.”

#dabi x female reader #dabi x y/n #boku no hero dabi #dabi my hero academia #dabi imagine #dabi x reader #mha dabi #my hero academy fanfiction #my hero imagines #bnha fanfiction #boku no hero acedamia

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kitsuvil · 1 year

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[Reverence] — Scaramouche SMAU

v. — neither of us planned it ft. kunimouche ♡

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[stream transcripts]

kunimouche: what do we event start with? what's your favorite ice breaker?

elynsian: honestly, i don't think i meet enough new people to have a favorite.

kunimouche: shit um, how about 21 questions then?

elynsian: works for me.

kunimouche: good, i'll start then, chat you should pay close attention, i think this will be pretty entertaining.

elynsian: what is that supposed to mean?

kunimouche: nothing, of course. anyway—have you ever had a crush on someone?

elynsian: why is that your first question? but to answer, no i haven't really had a crush. sure, i've seen some eye candy but no one to actually give me butterflies.

kunimouche: i see... what's your favorite childhood memory?

elynsian: oh, i know this. it has to be the one time i went on a vacation with my family, we had so much good food and saw beautiful places.

kunimouche: where did you go?

elynsian: haha, your 3rd question? i went to paris.

kunimouche: fuck, didn't know this game would trick me like that. you've got me wasting questions here. how about... what makes you laugh?

elynsian: this one is easy too, i can wholeheartedly say that people like cyno make me chuckle with every word that comes from their mouth. there's something about that sarcastic and uninterested type of humor.

kunimouche: i think that means it's time for me to look up unfunny jokes on google.

elynsian: haha, that's a whole fatality, i know you did not just say that.

kunimouche: and i know i did.

elynsian: anyways... go ask your next question.

[many kuni questions later]

kunimouche: here's my last one before it's your turn to interrogate me... do you ever think of me?

elynsian: what kind of question is that? i mean, yeah i can confidently say that i do think of you, especially with how often your attitude sets me off. i'm glad to know you though, even if you are hard to deal with.

kunimouche: i'm not sure if i should be satisfied or annoyed with that response...

elynsian: maybe both? by the way... after this, can we go on a phone call or something? try to sort out differences and just chat a little more? this isn't half bad.

kunimouche: what- huh? i mean- yeah, sure, we can call if you want, of course it's not that bad, it's me we're talking about. but uh- you should go ask your questions now—before the chat gets too impatient.

elynsian: you're right, we can talk about random stuff more after the finish the game. i think i'll start off with this, do you ever think of me?

summary; kunikuzushi only became a streamer to follow in his idol's footsteps. but now, he’s ahead of the person he idolized and they have no idea who they are or what they mean to him. due to his ego, instead of explaining the situation in natural ways, kuni has to show his affection with… different methods.

aka: the guide on how to romance your favorite streamer, y/n.

please reblog, like, and comment! it helps a lot!

taglist; @blurr3db3rry @snakeenthusiast @lovely-scaramouchie @yukiipc @monochromaticelliot @griseoo @zannivrs @yukkitosposts @linn-a-a @beriiov @llghtsnoww @shizunxie @meowlumi @mafukissu @mariaaagoesblank @gimenaverde @lxry-chxn @cherrybeomgyu @saoiirsee @plinkuro @kunikuzushiit @almoundtofu @skimm0nzz @dee-zbignuts @frzenhans @dandelion-star @sashiette @ei-ei-ou @l-l-u-x-x @layla240 @moon-z0ne @thenightsflower @p1utto @mammon-s-ring @cloudxemoji @r0ttenhearts @bluebelony @purpl3bo1 @lleoll @angryhope @valeriele3 @nymphsdomain @qwnelisa @elysiasbae @n3r0-1417 @cookichuu @dazaisfavgf @kairxse @kalims @scaranaris-lil-niko

a/n; THIS CHAPTER WAS SO MUCH MORE FUN TO WRITE THAN I THOUGHT IT WAS GONNA BE!! next chapter will be a sort of continuation to this!! updates might slow down now, i wanted to release the first 5 chapters daily and i might keep up with that as best as i can but i cannot make any promises! tysm for reading and i hope u all are taking care of yourselves ily

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin smau #genshin impact smau #scaramouche genshin x reader #scara x reader #scaramouche #scara #scaramouche smau #scaramouche x reader #genshin scaramouche #scaramouche genshin impact #kunikuzushi x you #kunikuzushi smau #kunikuzushi x reader #kunikuzushi #the wanderer #hoyoverse #reverence

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brainlessrot · 2 years

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AU in which yuu has a tumblr acc and idia knows what it is

idia would definetly be one of those people that when they do an anon ask they sign off with an emoji

he would talk to yuu without the worry of what would yuu thinks bc!! yuu doesnt know that he is "-💀" anon!!!

he absolubtely exploits that and just sends a thousand of asks everyday without SHAME

but hes EXTREMELY bad at hiding himself

(first time after you responded to him)

"Anon : OH MY SEVEN YOU NOTICED ME, im rlly panicking rn bc ure?? SO COOL?? and you just responded to my ask aaaaa alsjosjs - 💀"

the first ask in question:

"anon asked : hey hey yuu have you watched (insert here an anime with a long ass name) yet?? its a really good anime and i rlly recomend it to u if u haven't seen it- 💀"

kantokusei-yuu responded : aaa i just saw the first couple of episodes and youre so right!!! my fave character is (generical anime girl name) what abt yours 💀 anon??

thats the same character he loves (and feels represented by) and dies inside a little bit

(you post a picture of grim and you)

"Anon : HI I JUST WANTED TO SAY THAT URE LIKE, RLLY PRETTY, also, please pet Grim-shi for me!!!! i would DIE if you did -💀"

Kantokusei-yuu responded : awww thank you so much 💀 anon!!! ... wait how do you know Grim’s name

After that slip up he makes it know that he (kinda) knows you irl

he might even try to flirt with you when hes feeling confident

"anon : you go to NRC, right?? i do too! i believe i saw you a couple of times on the halls, but i ran away bc i got so flustered, but thats such a coincidente, almost like were soulmates or smthin!! hahahahha - 💀"

but he will regret it inmediatly

"anon : oh seven please ignore and even delete that last ask, i think my little brother logged onto my acc im so so sorry - 💀"

HE WOULD FORGET TO PUT ANON ONCE AND THAT WOULD BE SO EMBARRASING (also his name being one that a middle schooler would probably put fits so well dont tell me it doesn't)

"shrouded-misery asked : i just saw you on the halls, i really loved the pin you had on ur backpack!!! was it from (insert here another long ass generic name of a game)??? if so thats a banger and your taste is great - 💀"

when you click on his url his whole blog is anime/cat themed, probably even anime-cat themed

his pfp is a random anime character, the only posts he makes are pictures of cats and reblogs of his fav animes and idols, and when you see his name-- The Great Idia-- everything clicks

you go to ortho and ask him to bring you to his brother

he does so, extremely confused

when you finally capture-- i mean, get to him, hes also really confused... until you show him your inbox, with his not-anon ask there

he dies

like, legit dies

hair's bright pink, hes laying fetal position on the floor type of dead

after he comes back from the world of the dead hes apologizing and saying that if youre uncomfortable with him that he wont go to your blog ever again

and after you tell him that you dont mind and that you had wanted to be his friend for a while he dies again

now 💀 anon is both your irl and online friend!!

however he wont stop with 💀 anon asks if you let him

he just feels more comfortable that way!

#idia shroud x reader #idia shroud #yuu #twst yuu #twst #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #disney twst wonderland #twst x reader #this is purely self indulgent #i also wanna have an emoji anon 😔

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andydrysdalerogers · 9 months

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Sliding Into Home ~ D N A: Diane Nicole Adler

Pairing: MLB!Frank Adler x Abigail Hernandez (OFC)

Synopsis:

After a trade from Boston to Los Angeles, first baseman Frank Adler would seem to have it all. Money, women, an amazing niece, yes Frank should have it all. Except for one thing. One thing that left after a mistake five years ago. Los Angeles should be the chance to start over. Except she is supposed to be in Boston. Not his new medical director.

* A Frank Adler AU x Major League Baseball Story**

Warning: ANGST (i can't stress this enough), second chances, cheating, S~M~U~T!!, slow burn, drug use, abandonment issues, betrayal, domestic violence (i may have missed some), flashbacks

Dividers by me

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site, even if you give me credit. DO NOT REPOST MY FICS. Reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback ALWAYS appreciated

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Frank paces in the hallway as the doctors do a check up on Abby.

Diane.

The name has haunted him since the last time he saw her. Eight years. It had been eight years since he had seen his little sister. This is not how he wanted this to go.

“Mr. Adler?”

Frank whipped around and looked at Cricket’s doctor. “Is she ok?”

“She’s doing well. Her injuries are healing but we would like to keep her for a few more days to make sure there is no additional swelling to the brain and that there is no internal bleeding from the blows to the torso. Her scans are clear, so this is just a precaution.”

“Of course.” Frank swallowed. “She wants to bring our niece in. Would that be ok?”

“As long as she takes it easy, I see no problem. But she needs to rest Mr. Adler.”

“She will. I’ll make sure after she speaks to the detectives. Thank you.” Frank offered a weak smile.

“Have faith, Mr. Adler. She is past the worst.” The doctor patted his shoulder and walked away. Frank took a breath before entering Abby’s room.

She was sitting up better now and smiled when she saw Frank. “Hi baby.”

“Hi Cricket.” He leaned and kissed her forehead. “How are you feeling?”

“Sore and tired. Confused,” she frowned. “I don’t remember getting here.”

“One of the neighbors heard you screaming and called it in. I didn’t find out until the morning because they couldn’t get a hold of management.” Frank smoothed her hair. “I should have gone with you. I knew something might happened. I should have protected you.” His face broke a little. Abby reached up to cup his face.

“This is not your fault, Frankie. Please don’t blame yourself.” Abby sighed and massaged her temple.

“Are you hurting?”

“A little,” she admitted.

“C’mon, lay back.” He helped her back to lay down. He took a seat next to her, took her hand and kissed her knuckles. “Cricket, I’m so sorry.”

“This is not your fault Frankie. Please don’t apologize.” Abby sighed. “I know you are waiting to talk so I don’t have to repeat myself but what are you thinking?”

“Diane. Mike. I’m just... confused, angry, scared. I’m worried about you, Mary, our family, just everything Cricket.” Frank laid his head on her lap, and she ran her fingers through his hair. “What if I lost you? “

“You didn’t baby. I’m right here.” Abby kept his that way for a few moments before the door opened and a knock came through. “Dr. Hernandez?”

“Yes?”

“Hello, I’m Detective Stabler and my partner Detective Benson. We have taken over your case and have some questions for you. May we?”

“Of course. This is my husband, Frank Adler”. Frank shook the detectives hands before sitting down again and taking Abby’s hand.

“It's nice to meet you. I wish it was under better circumstances,” Detective Stabler said. “Dr. Hernandez...”

“Abby, please. Call me Abby.”

“Of course, Abby. Can you tell me what happened when you went home?”

“Well, I went from the stadium to my home that I was sharing with my ex, Michael Weiss. Umm,” she looked at Frank. He nodded and she took a breath. “I was leaving him because Frank and I had reunited and had gotten married a couple of weeks ago. I thought he was still back east so I felt safe to collect my things so I could take them to Frank’s.”

“He was in the home?”

“Yeah, I don’t know how. We own a ring camera, and it should have gone off when someone approached the door. But my phone never alerted me. I went in and was looking at the mail when he surprised me.” Frank’s grip tightened on Abby’s hand.

“Hello Beautiful.”

Abby jumped at his voice. “Mike! You’re back early.”

“I am. Funny how you weren’t home.”

“Yeah, I was at the stadium getting paperwork done from the road trip. How was work?” Abby tried to remain calm.

“Informative. Care to explain these?” He threw down photos in front of her.

Abby picked them up and saw photos from Vegas, from the benefit and from LAX. “Mike,” she whispered.

“You’re mine, Abigal, he growled. MINE!” He backed her up into a corner, crowding her. “And if I can’t have you, then no one will.”

“When he said that, I picked up the metal baseball bat we keep by the front door. I told him to stay away from me. I think he remembered all the batting lessons Frank had taught us over the years and stepped back.”

“Did he say anything else?”

“Only that I was going to regret this, and it wasn’t over. But he left, through the garage door and I leaned against the wall. I was about to call Frank when I was hit from behind. I fell but turned over.” Her voice shook. “I saw who hit me and before I could say anything else, she kicked me in the ribs. I couldn’t breathe and I just tried to protect myself as best I could.”

A tear ran down her cheek, but Abby didn’t stop. “She kept yelling at me that it was my fault that she lost her family, that I ruined everything. That Frank would never forgive her, so it was better that I just be removed so he knew the same pain as she did.” Abby swallowed. “She said it would have been better if Mike had stayed with them instead of being obsessed with me just like her brother. That’s why she gave away Mary. To hurt Mike but it didn’t.”

“Diane,” Frank breathed, “she did this?”

Abby nodded. “She said that she didn’t want Mary, but she didn’t want us to have her either.” Abby leaned into Frank. He climbed into the bed as gently as he could to hold her.

“Is this Diane, your sister Mr. Adler?” Detective Benson asked.

“Frank and yes. She abandoned Mary with us eight years ago and we are her legal guardians. When Abby and I separated, I didn’t change the paperwork. I couldn’t.” He kissed Abby’s head as she continued to cry softly. “Diane was or is a drug addict. She wasn’t given visitation rights because of it. But this information about Mike staying with her is new. I never knew that they were in a relationship or had one, I guess.”

“Do you think he knows?” Stabler asked.

“I don’t know but I would assume yes,” Abby sniffled. “Mike is a manipulative man. He had, umm... fuck I’m sorry Frankie. He had hit me a couple of times before, grabbed me and left marks.” Abby buried her head into Frank’s chest.

“Abby, I’m sorry but is there anything else you can tell us? What Diane look like or what was she wearing?”

“Her hair is still blonde, longer, like to her shoulders. She is still really skinny, but she was wearing a blue hoodie and jeans. The doctors think she was wearing steel toe shoes because of my injuries.”

“We have a copy of your medical records,” Benson said. “I’m really sorry that this is happening. We are looking for Mr. Weiss and Miss Adler. We’ll be in touch.” The detectives left and Frank and Abby stayed in each other’s arms for a while.

“Cricket, why didn’t you tell me?”

Abby sighed. “Tell me what you would have done if I had told you?”

“I would have killed him,” he told her with a straight face.

“That’s why. Baby, you have a future hall of fame career and a child to care for.”

“I could really care less about my career, but I’ll give you the Mary thing.” Frank held her a little tighter. “God, Cricket, I don’t understand why Diane did this and how she got into the house. And why Mike was ok with all of this?”

“I’ve been thinking the same questions, Frank.” Abby shook her head. “None of it makes sense. Except the obsession thing. I see that now. After what you told me what happened in Las Vegas, I’m almost certain Mike was the one who slipped you the mickey.”

“The mickey? Really Abigail with the street terms.” Frank gave her a look before he smiled. “I’m so proud.”

“Shut it.” She sighed and leaned back into him. “What do we do?”

“We’ll talk to management and see what they recommend. I’ll ask Todd, Andy and Steve to meet us here since you won’t be released in time for that meeting. We’ll have to announce the marriage Cricket.”

Abby wrinkles her nose. “Are the groupies going to cry? Sexy baseball player Frank Adler off the market.” She made a dramatic sigh as Frank rolled his eyes.

“Yes, just like all the single guys on the team will be drooling over my wife now. Hoo-ray.” The sarcasm dripped from Frank. Abby smiled softly. “Seriously Cricket, I couldn’t give a fuck about the jersey chasers. I got the woman of my dreams.”

“Oh Frankie, that’s so sweet.” Abby leaned up and kissed his cheek. “Now, when do I get to see my girl?”

“Scott is bringing her by in an hour. Doctor said you could shower as long as someone is in the room.” Frank smirked. “I could help you.”

“Frankie, if I thought my ribs could take it, I would take you up on that offer.”

Frank laughed. “I know baby. C’mon, an easy shower it is.”

An hour later, a knock on the door. Abby grasped Frank hand tightly. “It’ll be ok Cricket.” She nodded before Frank called out. “Come in.”

Scott opened the door slowly and walked in with Mary in Johnny’s arms. “Hi Mary,” Abby said softly. Mary took a long look at Abby before burying her head in Johnny’s shoulder and began sobbing. Frank stood up and took his little girl in his arms. “It’s ok Nugget. She’s gonna be ok.”

Mary’s tear stained face looked back at Abby. “Who hurt you?”

“Let’s not talk about that right now Nugget.” Abby’s eyes were holding back the tears. Mary wiggled out of Frank’s arms and climbed into bed with Abby. She laid on her shoulder and wrapped her little arm around Abby. Abby bent her head and kissed Mary’s head. “I’m gonna be ok, Nugget.”

“You promise?” Mary’s small voice breaks everyone’s hearts.

“I promise. I just need to rest for a couple of weeks, and we’ll get right back at it, ok?” Mary snuggled further into her as Abby turned back to the guys. “Hi.”

“Hey Doc,” Johnny says with a smile. “Quite a scare you gave us. This one,” thumbing at Frank, “was a hot mess.”

“I was not,” Frank grumbled. “I was worried about my wife.”

“Yeah, let’s come back to that,” Johnny says with a twinkle in his eye. “When did that happen?”

“A couple of weeks ago at a hotel,” Mary offers, before anyone can say anything. “I was Abby’s maid of honor. She was so pretty that day.”

Frank dropped his head as Scott snickered and Abby blushed. “Really? And you didn’t think to invite me?” Johnny feigned his indignation. “I’m supposed to be your best friend, Adler.”

“I’m his best friend, Storm,” Scott said with a shove. “You’re my backup.” Johnny snorted.

“Guys, knock it off,” Frank said. “You’re both my best friends, ok? And Johnny, you were playing that day. It really was a day between when I asked Abby and when we did it. Frankly,” he rubbed the back of his neck, “I’m surprised no one had spilled before now.”

“Why are you keeping it a secret?” Scott asked. “I thought you of all people, would be shouting it from the rooftops. I mean, the way you were moping over the good doctor and how you never had...”

“We really don’t have to talk about that,” Frank interrupts, looking at his wife with a sheepish grin. “Look, Cricket, I concentrated on raising Nugget and baseball, ok. I was not...”

“Pining like a fool after a girl,” Johnny offered.

Abby giggled a little, then groaned. “Ouch,” she moaned, holding her ribs.

“Baby, take it easy.” Frank went back to his seat next to her. “I can call security and kick them out if you want.” He kissed her hand.

“This is our family, Frankie, and it makes me happy they are here.” She cupped his cheek. “I’m ok.” A knock at the door. “Come in,” she called out.

In came Todd Phelps, Frank’s agent Steve and his lawyer Andy. “Oh, hi guys,” Frank stood up to shake their hands.

“Dr. Hernandez, it's nice to see you again.” Andy offers his hand to Abby. “I’m sorry it had to be under these circumstances.”

“Andy, it's nice to see you again. Steve, Todd, what’s going on?”

Todd cleared his throat. “Well, ownership asked me to come check on you after the police had called the organization for your emergency contact. And, well, with the conversation we had before you left that day, I wanted to get a head of any story that may come out.”

“Frank called me for the same reason,” Steve offered. “Wanna tell us what’s the situation?”

“Mary, why don’t we find a drink and snack while they talk,” Scott offered. Mary carefully climbed off the bed, hugged Steve and Andy before looking up at Todd. “Is Frank in trouble?”

“No, darlin’, not at all.”

“Ok, good, because he promised me that he would make it to the All Star game so I could visit my friends in Boston,” she replied, a matter of factly. “Plus, I want to see Abuelo and Abuela. Hey Scott, can we look online to see if we can get them something?”

Frank looked dizzy at all the words coming from Mary’s mouth as she and Scott walked out of the room. He looked back at his wife, who shrugged, before returning his attention to the rest of the group. “Is it ok if Johnny stays?”

“Up to you,” Andy replies. “First things first, Abby, I have filed a restraining order of your behalf against Mike. The police report should be more than enough but as soon as you can, I need your medical report as well.”

“And what about Diane?”

“Diane?” Steve looked at them confused. “What about her?”

Frank looked at Abby who nodded. “We are not sure about their connection, but we think Mike and Diane are working together. Diane was the one who attacked Abby. She said something that we need to figure out.”

“Like what?” Andy asked, taking notes.

“The possibility that Mary could be his daughter.” Everyone freezes. “Andy, I need to know what our rights will be if he comes after us for custody.”

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1,026 notes - Posted February 14, 2022

today we celebrate Esther for being nasty hot and sleeping with the right dude. thank u for risking your sugar daddy and also your life. from the bottom of my heart, you fucking rock. now, please join me in doing a shot in her honor.

1,178 notes - Posted March 16, 2022

sorry not sorry but murderbot dropping ‘i was going to kill all humans until i saw sanctuary moon and then i decided i’d rather watch that instead’ on the sanctuary moon team like a space future atom bomb is exquisite.

assistant sound director going home like ‘yeah your other son might be a doctor but guess who stopped a mass murder?’ a couple lead actors developing even worse diva/god complexes than they already had. the insane stress on the production team ‘if we don’t get the next season out when we promised it might snap and kill thousands of innocent people. it probably won’t. but it might.’ the overwhelming preening desire to work it into ad campaigns, acceptance speeches, casual brunches, etc, balanced out by marketing weeping ‘people do not like SecUnits! we can NOT advertise ourselves as the preferred serial for serial killers!’ crossed with that one extremely paranoid dude in accounting going ‘shutupshutup it can and will hear you and it can and will find you and it can and will kill you stoptalkingaboutit.’ the studio allocating a 5% budget increase for next season instead of the planned 5% budget decrease just—just in case. the odd relief the secondary love interest’s actor feels: ‘well when the robot revolution comes i’ll be one of the last to die’. the odd nervousness the primary antagonist actress feels: ‘it knows this is fiction right? it’s not mad at me, right?’ One of the writers who had been increasingly phoning it in over the last few years suddenly quitting drinking and turning their life around because their work has meaning dammit their work has MEANING.

1,898 notes - Posted February 7, 2022

alright so people learn to express themselves through observation, right? it’s one of the reasons facial expressions and perception there of vary country to country, why people might end up more expressive/stoic depending on your parents/guardians pattern of behavior. and murderbot didn’t acculturate itself watching people around it, it hates watching real people. murderbot developed it’s sense of self watching soap operas. tens of thousands of hours of soap operas. We already know it’s face is painfully easy to read, and while murderbot attributes it to not having practice controlling it’s expression without the benefit of armor:

Then she added, “You know, you can stay here in the crew area if you want. Would you like that?” They all looked at me, most of them smiling. One disadvantage in wearing the armor is that I get used to opaquing the faceplate. I’m out of practice at controlling my expression. Right now I’m pretty sure it was somewhere in the region of stunned horror, or maybe appalled horror. Mensah sat up, startled. She said hurriedly, “Or not, you know, whatever you like.” I said, “I need to check the perimeter,” and managed to turn and leave the crew area in a totally normal way and not like I was fleeing from a bunch of giant hostiles.

I would argue that it’s not just lack of practice being neutral—due to it’s particular set of formative experiences, it’s default facial expressions are, in human terms, almost absurdly overexaggerarated. That look of horror is the same one the sanctuary moon terraforming supervisor had when she discovered her twin sister was sleeping with her second husband, and they were both planning on framing her for the death of the colony representative.

2,308 notes - Posted February 25, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

There is — god I don’t know how to put this — there is something profound and tragic and senseless in the fact that the disappointment I feel in JK Rowling so closely mirrors the disappointment Harry and the rest of us felt for his role models. Dumbledore saved the world, Dumbledore was manipulative. Snape was cruel, Snape protected Harry. The Marauders bullied, the Marauders loved.

Rowling’s failure of empathy and the hurt she’s inflicting cuts so deep because I feel immense, inescapable love for the world she gave us all. How can I still love what comes from someone hateful? How can I stop? If I continue to sing praises of her art does that make me hateful?

Stories are important, especially the stories we’re told as children. They shape our character, they form the framework of how we understand the world, they do. And Harry Potter was the story, it can not be understated, and those of you who feel the same don’t need me to explain. And now when I lean on that to understand this sorrow I’m left with a recursive sort of remorse.

It’s a very raw and painful feeling.

3,052 notes - Posted January 1, 2022

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enter: TANTALUS

notes: long time no see ! sry i hvn't been posting much, end of the year for school has been a little rough. however, the recent quinn-athon gave me quite a few ideas ! so, this is the one i ended up finishing first, and i also hv a fic that has just sam and quinn during their convo bcuz i wish we could've seen more of it. that should be done soon, hopefully.

i'd like to mention that my interpretation of quinn prior to the quinn-athon was v different than what he actually ended up being like; the same goes for my interpretation of his and darlin's relationship. that interpretation hasn't changed; i'm gonna keep writing him how i've been writing him, although i might add a little more edge.

also him being british... i'm going to ignore that bcuz i'm still in denial. let me grieve.

also also ophelia is darlin's friend that was attacked by quinn (she's mentioned in here twice). there's an artwork of her u can find on my masterlist.

pov: third person omniscient (quinn leaning)

pairings: past romantic relationship w/ darlin'/quinn

word count: 1.3k

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47247202

!! TWs {these begin under the cut} !! severe and graphic gore, self-inflicted injury, and purposeful mental torture. if any of these topics are triggering to u, please proceed with caution or do not interact with this work.

reblogs r v much appreciated !! thank u !! <33

Darlin’ is standing in front of interrogation room 3B, eyes locked on the bolted door. Their living nightmare sits inside of the room, their presence unbeknownst to him—at least for now.

They nod to the guard standing beside them, their fingers wrapping tighter around the long, silver knife in their right hand as he unlocks the door. He pushes it open and nods to them again before stepping away. They enter Quinn’s arena.

Him and his chair are turned towards the one-sided mirror hanging on the opposite wall, but the blindfold around his eyes has him catching their scent instead. A scent so sweet his mouth waters, and his fangs extend ever so slightly, the razor points poking into the flesh of his mouth.

He laughs at their entrance, an awful sound that echoes throughout the wide room. They resist the urge to flinch even as the large metal door slams shut behind them—they stand their ground and take a deep breath before walking towards him.

His arms and legs are bound to the chair with thick metal braces, and white ropes are wrapped around them. Along with the blindfold, another restraint is strapped to his face, a silver grill over his mouth.

It’s a muzzle.

They resist a laugh as they remove the blindfold from his face, the knife now placed on his lap. Their hands wrap around his face before sliding into his hair, and the low groan that falls from his lips vibrates through their fingertips. They untie the cloth, even though they know why it’s there—to prevent him from Trancing them.

But they know he won’t do that, that would be too easy—it takes all the fun out of it if they’re forced to obey him.

Quinn believes it’s much more amusing for them to willingly, and they know this.

They don’t look away when his piercing, silvery eyes meet theirs. They don’t look away when the crimson flecks seem to slice through their skin.

Beneath the muzzle, he smiles at this. Their hands return to the sides of his face and he leans into them, something akin to a purr coming from his throat. He thanks them for letting him see that beautiful face of theirs, and he asks how they’ve gotten more gorgeous since the last time he saw them. They don’t answer.

They move away from him and pick up the knife, both hands clasped around the hilt as they raise it above their head. Quinn remains silent even as they drive the knife towards his skull.

But they stop right before it can pierce bone—he knew they would.

They instead step back and cup the knife’s blade in their left palm. They still stare at him, their gaze cold.

They ask, “Do you remember the night you attacked Ophelia?”

“I do. How could I forget?”

They smile slightly. “Then do you remember when you were pleading for me to stay?”

The smile leaves Quinn’s face, and he doesn’t respond.

Darlin’ places their hands on his neck. “I’ll take your silence as a yes. I remember, Quinn.

“I remember how your arms were wrapped desperately around my waist, and you were sobbing into my stomach. Skin washed red by my blood, and your knees digging into the dirt as you cried and begged for me to run away with you. To leave Ophelia dead and gone in the mud so we could get away from here and everything could go back to the way it was before.”

Their grip on his neck tightens. “You were on your knees and whining for me like a dog.”

They hold onto his muzzle and lower themself in front of him, their face mere inches from him. “Tell me: who’s the mutt now?”

They lean away and place the knife back onto their left palm. They sink the blade in, rich blood pooling in their hand when the skin finally splits. They drop the knife onto the floor, and the clatter of metal against concrete sounds like a gunshot.

As soon as the scent of their blood hits his tongue, Quinn lunges forward, the braces and ropes creaking from his body pushing against them. His teeth are bared now, a deep growl tearing from him.

They lean over him and squeeze their hand into a fist, the blood dripping down onto his jeans and shirt. A drop of their ambrosia hits the bare skin of his palm, and he swears he’s going to crawl out of his own body if it means he can get to it.

Darlin’ lets their blood drip onto him for a few moments more before they smear it on their other hand and cup his face again. They undo the straps of the muzzle and push it to the floor, and a strangled scream leaves Quinn. His breathing is heavy, labored, and sweat drips down his forehead. Darlin’ smiles down at him, and you could almost mistake the look in their eyes for love if you weren’t paying attention.

But Quinn is paying attention, and he knows exactly what that look means.

Fear grips him, yet he doesn’t even try to move away from them. They’ve pulled him into their gravity, and he’s captured in their orbit. He sees the event horizon now as their fingertips trace his features, their eyes finally landing on his lips.

He furrows his brows at their actions, then moans when their fingers enter his mouth, the taste of their blood enough to make his eyes roll back in his head and fall shut. Darlin’ lets him drink until he opens his eyes again, and they move their fingers to grip his fangs.

They kiss the top of his nose once before they smile again, and Quinn finds himself breathless. He plans on asking if he can taste them again, but he doesn’t get the chance when they start to pull on his fangs. Quinn chokes, a gargled sound of surprise, then agony as the roots holding the teeth to his gums begin to snap.

He starts to scream, but Darlin’ doesn’t react as they continue to pull. They pull and pull and pull until the teeth are ripped out, and blood pours onto his shirt. He’s yelling now, but his words are warped from their hands in his mouth.

They toss the detached teeth aside, ignoring the clatter whence they hit the floor. They move to his bottom fangs and begin to tug, the teeth almost immediately giving into their strength, the action easier now that they had practice.

They don’t move away from him, their eyes fixed on his as they watch him writhe in his bindings. He chokes on his own blood, pitiful howls of agony escaping his bloodied mouth, yet he refuses to try to push them away. He instead pulls them closer with what bodily freedom he has left, his neck stretching towards their body as he looks up at them.

They turn from him and he cries, tears falling from his eyes for the first time since that bloody night with Ophelia. Darlin’ walks around the room, their palms pressed against the grey walls and mirror as they stain the paint and glass red.

Quinn’s screams louden as the scent of their heavenly blood presses down on him from all directions, the pressure enough to rip the air from his lungs. Darlin’ walks back towards him and grips his face, forcing him to look up at himself in the blood streaked mirror.

“Maybe you were right–you do look dashing in blood,” they whisper into his ear. He shivers.

They begin towards the door, ignoring his pleads for them to not leave him. Before they grab the handle and step through, they turn to him one final time and repeat the same words he said to them the last time they refused to stay.

“Keep barking, dog. No one will hear you now.”

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elliesflwrgirl · 11 months

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cw, just plot! fight to fluff

summary: you and abby have been in a situationship ish type deal, and she hears you’ve been getting real close to a new soldier

this was a request but i lost the actual request so…sorry!!

if u enjoy this reblog and like pls!! i love u.

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over the past few months you and abby had gotten a bit closer than friends…sleeping in the same beds, kissing occasionally, and as of two weeks ago, fucking.

abby wasn’t very good at communicating how she felt and neither were you. so you two danced around the subject of you guys. things weren’t awkward if anything things just felt right. you loved being around abby and she couldn’t wait to see you after patrol everyday.

when she came home tonight you had already passed out, staying up late at night was not a strong suit of yours. so she smiled as she saw you passed out on her dark blue bed sheets, she just thought you were the prettiest girl she’d ever seen. she decided to catch up with owen, hanging out over at his place.

“so how’s it going with you and your girlfriend?” he teases and abby rolls her eyes. “she’s not my girlfriend, dickhead.” she sighs and he nods his head, “but you wish she was, huh?” abby rolls her eyes again and owen nods.

“i’d make that abundantly clear because she’s been hanging out with some girl…new soldier, but they were pretty cozy.” he tilts his head as he looks at abby. “what?” she asks quickly and he shrugs his shoulders. “they didn’t kiss or anything but the tension could be cut with a knife!” he jokes and abby shakes her head.

“uh, i’ll be right back.” she takes a moment to herself in the bathroom. she tries to think this is a misunderstanding but then again, it didn’t have to be. you weren’t hers. she wasn’t yours. you guys were…friends. as much as she wished that wasn’t the case, that’s the truth. you guys are nothing but friends.

she cursed herself, you’re so fucking stupid abby she thought to herself. she marches out of the bathroom, “mind if i crash here?”

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you woke up that morning to find abby’s usual spot empty. panic jolts through your body, you sit up quickly. throwing a jacket on and pulling your boots on before running to manny’s place. he hangs with abby a lot after patrol, he’d know if she was okay or not.

you bang on his door like a god damn mad man. “manny!” you shout and he opens the door in just underwear, “god damn what do you want?” he rubs his tired eyes. “abby didn’t come home last night? did something happen? is she okay?” you rush out and he shakes his head in confusion. “last i heard she crashed at owens…she was pissed about something,” and with that your panic subsides only slightly.

pissed about something? “well thanks,” you rush out before walking back to your apartment. your brain racked up reasons abby might be upset. did something on patrol? did someone say something to her? did you do something?

as you’re walking back home you see abby and owen, you run over to abby. wrapping your arms around her and she stiffens under you. you slowly pull away and look up at her, “abs…are you okay?”

owen coughs, “i’m gonna go get breakfast…” he slowly walks off. you furrow your brows, squeezing abby’s arms through her jacket. “i’m so glad you’re okay, i really thought…” you shake your head not even able to fathom what you thought happened.

“are you okay?” you ask again and she purses her lips, “i’m fine, i’ve gotta go eat.” she pushes past you and you stand still for a moment, in completely and utter shock, what just happened?

you grab her shoulder, “abs…cmon what’s wrong?” you ask again and she shakes her head. “nothing, i’m just fucking stupid. say hi to the new girl for me.” and with that she catches up with owen. “what? you’re not making any sense!” you shout to her but she ignores.

you scoff, crossing your arms and rushing back into your apartment. you felt like crying and you felt hopeless. why is she suddenly so upset with you? you start to get dressed, and as you head out you hope this is just some mood she’s in.

you head to the cafeteria, grabbing a breakfast burrito and finding abby, owen and manny. you sit down next to abby, just like you always do. she immediately stands up, tossing her tray in the trash and storming out of the cafeteria. you widen your eyes and look at owen, “what the fuck.” you gape at him and he shrugs his shoulders.

you stand up and follow after her. seeing her head outside, “abs!” she keeps walking. “abby!” you shout and she walks outside, you run catching up to her, “abigail!” you shout and she turns around. “what do you want?” she throws her arms at her side and you recoil, “i…did i do something?” you furrow your brows and she rolls her eyes.

“nope.” she starts heading out into the snow covered trees. you follow after her, “then why are you being such a dick?” you are a few steps behind her at this point, close enough to hear her scoff. “i’m not.” she huffs and you grab her arm, “well you’re clearly pissed off.” she rolls her eyes, “oh am i? i hadn’t noticed.”

“abby just tell me what is wrong so i can fix this! i can’t fucking function thinking you’re upset with me!” you shout passionately and she shakes her head. “nothings wrong! aren’t you supposed to be on patrol with the new girl right now?” she crosses her arms and suddenly it clicks. this new girl.

“are you jealous?” you scoff and she rolls her eyes, “why would i be jealous? you can fuck whoever you want.” she turns back around, trudging through the forest. “except im not fucking her! im not fucking anybody.” you cross your arms as you follow after her.

“well that’s really none of my business.” she mutters and you scoff, “are you serious? are you just gonna act like we didn’t fuck last week on patrol?” you feel anger building up inside of you and she stops in her tracks. “that…that was a mistake.” she mumbles before continuing to walk.

“you really feel that way?” you ask softly, praying and hoping that she doesn’t. she turns around, “yeah i do. so can you just fuck off and go do your job?” she shouts at you and you nod your head. tears brimming your eyes. “uhm, okay.” you turn around, not wanting to cry in front of her.

you walk a few feet away before you hear her voice, “fucking damnit.” a few steps behind you. “wait,” she grabs your shoulder, turning you to face her. your face red, tears sliding down your cheeks. abby’s face fills with empathy, “fuck, no, i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to make you cry.” she wipes the tears off of your cheeks, pulling you into her chest. “i’m sorry, baby. i’m sorry, okay? i didn’t mean any of that. i just…” she shakes her head as she brushes your head softly.

you sniffle into her chest, “i didn’t mean it. i don’t regret it. it wasn’t a mistake, okay?” she pulls you away, cupping your cheeks in her hands, looking you in the eyes. “i just…i know we aren’t a couple so i felt embarrassed and stupid for thinking we would be exclusive and then i felt even more humiliated that i even cared it’s just all so fucked up.” she shakes her head as she brushes her thumb over your cheek.

“but you didn’t do anything, okay? this is all my fault…i should’ve talked to you.” she speaks softly and you nod your head. “why didn’t you just ask me?” you frown and she shrugs her shoulders, “it’s embarrassing,” she frowns and you shake your head, “no it’s not, you can tell me anything. i love you abby—“ you hault your words as you hear yourself.

your face reddens from embarrassment and you widen your eyes, staring at abby. she has a soft smirk on her lips and she raises her eyebrows slightly, “you love me?”

you shake your head, “no, no, no, i just blurted that out, i know it’s too quick to say that i mean we aren’t even together,” she presses her thumb against your lips, making you shut up. “it’s not too quick,” she explains and she smiles softly down at you. “i love you too.” she states and you grin against her thumb.

she pulls her her thumb away from your lips, trailing her hand down your neck, gently holding it. she leans in and presses a soft kiss to your lips, tasting your salty tears from before. you wrap your arms around her big muscly shoulders, kissing her back.

she pulls back slightly with a grin, “this means you’re my girlfriend right?” she hums and you toss your head back laugh, “yes, idiot.” you roll your eyes playfully and she nods her head, “good, just making sure.” she whispers against your lips before kissing her girlfriend for the first time.

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