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quillium · 1 year

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please share yr hsr thoughts im so curious omg 😭 if you want a prompt: who are some of fav charas and why??

SPOILERS BELOW - Don't read if you plan to play hsr and don't want spoilers!

MY DARLING. I loved hsr from the moment I opened it and am so insanely happy with it. The lore, the gameplay, the characters--everything is just SO chef's kiss and beautiful. I don't want to say it's better than Genshin bc they def fill different niches and I adore Genshin with all my heart, however, hsr WAS created after Genshin and the creators clearly took feedback and what worked vs didn't work in Genshin and made hsr better in those aspects and I'm SO impressed and in love with the game. Ten bajillion words of rant below the cut hbgjweogisdkl

Something to note is that for the beginning I was insanely into the lore, so during the start when we had Kafka I went around checking everything I could--hearing her thoughts on things was SO interesting and I got very attached to her, especially since they were later contrasted by Herta's commentary (ex. idr who exactly, I think it was Aiden, who Kafka says "I don't recognize this guy" vs Herta who later talks about who Aiden is, his extremely significant contributions to society). When she tells us about our beautiful future and is like "this is the future Elios has foreseen for you--do you like it?" I was So Excited and So Attached. Getting mommy issues from a video game character-- [gets shot and dies]

Character-building wise, I really adore the decision to limit us in finding character backstory, ascending characters, getting relics, etc. using the Trailblazer level--I think that was a very intelligent decision esp bc I know the reason a lot of people got bored with Genshin was they overleveled and it became too easy. Limiting things by Equilibrium level so you have to fit the story a certain was was incredibly clever to prevent power creep.

Let's be real, we are all gremlins, and this is a gremlin game! That rando meeting we call at the Space Station? Stealing people's mail? Goofing off with the rating gun? We all know the trash meme. The game devs clearly love the world and characters they built, and give us so much room to learn about and love the game as well, which I really appreciate so much.

Something to note: Tale of the Winterlands, a book series from Jarilo-VI, which we find a copy of in the trash and with the writer (with the missing author), is noted to be banned before the story-quest and we cannot find the other copies. It's only after we finish the story-quest that the banned books are sold and can be found. I feel like there are so many little details and bits of love in the story and world that are just so, so easy to fall in love with.

All the characters are so pretty. In fact, I wasn't gonna play but my older sister was playing and I saw Stelle and I was like. Okay time to play. LMAO

I love our characters! There's not a single character I dislike! I especially love this time that there's no exactly "end goal", it's literally all about the journey and not the destination! But also, we're not alone! There's so much love I have for the found family trope and this is hitting ALL my buttons.

#asks #anon asks #BABE!!!! HI!!!! HSR LET'S GO I LOVE THIS GAME!!!!#also you got here so fast hkjewoisgjkld good luck or us both having terminally online disease? only you know dear nonny #i could go on for ages about any specific thing #don't even get me started on the messaging? the use of technology making SO MUCH SENSE in giving quests?#the way some characters don't get along before growing through the stories and actually change?????#also i'm not a big sci fi person bc i feel like so much of sci fi is exploring 'what if' where i just want the wonder of fantasy #but hsr has such a beautiful sense of wonder and excitement and you just love and adore the world and its people #no complaints from this girl! i'm very easily pleased lol #are y'all having fun? what's your favourite thing about hsr?#honkai star rail #video games

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icyminghao · 11 months

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dimple

pairing: seungcheol x gn!reader genre: fluff word count: 0.42k warning(s): none

summary: you can’t sleep, so you try touching seungcheol’s dimple just for the fun of it (spoiler: he loves it)

“Cheolie, can you smile for me?”

Seungcheol groans from beside you, stirring a little from his sleep. You continue staring at him wordlessly, and he begrudgingly opens an eye a few moments later.

“Go to sleep, babe,” he drawls, draping an arm over you to pull you into his chest. You giggle, attempting to pull away so you can look at him.

“Smile for me, please?” you ask again, eyes shining as you look into Seungcheol’s sleep-laced ones.

“Why?” Seungcheol whines, burying his face into your neck. “It’s probably, like, 3AM right now, baby, let’s go to sleep.”

It’s four in the morning, actually. Pretty close, but that’s not the point.

“I can’t sleep, Cheol, can you smile for me? I’ll sleep after you smile for me.” you press on, breaking out into a smile as Seungcheol lifts his head from its position on your neck.

“You can’t sleep? What’s wrong?” you can tell from his eyes that Seungcheol is slowly waking up, and you feel bad for disturbing his rest like this when he has an early day tomorrow (or today?)

“It’s okay, Cheol, just, smile for me?” you ask again, giving him your best puppy eyes. Seungcheol sighs, placing his head back down beside you as he presses his lips together to form a smile.

It takes everything in you not to squeal right then and there and possibly land yourself a noise complaint from your neighbours. Grinning triumphantly, your pointer finger moves to trace the dimple that had formed on Seungcheol’s wonderfully chiseled face when he smiled. Satisfied, you lean forward and press a chaste, barely there kiss on his dimple and run your fingers against his hair.

“Thank you, love,” you kiss his forehead, “goodnight.”

Seungcheol lets out a soft “goodnight” in response as sleep overtakes his senses.

“Honey, I have to go now,” you stir to Seungcheol gently shaking you, and you groan as you slowly open your eyes to meet his sparkling ones.

“Bye, Cheol, good luck for today,” you drawl. Seungcheol chuckles, but makes no move to leave.

Letting out a confused noise, you watch as Seungcheol beams at you and tilts his head so his cheek is facing you, his dimple in full view. “Huh?”

Seungcheol leans his face closer to you, reaching up to tap his dimple. The realisation hitting you, you break into a dopey smile, reaching up to press a kiss on his dimple. Satisfied, Seungcheol grins impossibly wider, pressing a long, hard kiss on your lips.

“I love you, baby.”

a/n: this is admittedly not my best work but i just wanted to write something about cheol’s dimples that are truly to die for

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sunny44 · 3 months

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The exes club

Pairing: Max Verstappen x ex!reader, ex wags x fem!reader

Warnings: ex wags.

Summary: Where all the ex wags are best friends.

Yourusername instagram post

Liked by @maxverstappen, @isahernáez, @charlottesiine, @luisinhaoliveira, @elenaberri, @katerinaberezhna and other 174829

Yourusername the exes club is reunited again

Ps: for sure the best part of ours relationship

Tagged: @isahernáez, @charlottesiine, @luisinhaoliveira, @elenaberri, @katerinaberezhna

Isahernáez I miss this so much

Yourusername and I missed you

Luisinhaoliveira love you babes

Yourusername love you more girlfriend

Maxverstappen I can see you’re having fun

Liked by Yourusername

Love4wags I love that the best wags are bestfriends

Mv33fan I miss y/n and Max together

User81 I hate the fact that y/n explicitly say that she doesn’t like the current wag

F1lovelywags

Model Y/n Y/L/N talking about the comments of her not liking the new wags.

Y/n was Max Verstappen's girlfriend until a few months ago when they decided to end their relationship.

She and the other ex-WAGs were often seen together in the paddock during race weekends, emphasizing that they were and still are best friends.

Fans are now commenting on her latest post, suggesting that she dislikes the new WAGs just because she shared that she and the other exes were out having fun.

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“It’s race weekend”

I was invited to attend the weekend in Monza.

It had been a while since I attended any races; it lost its appeal after Max and I broke up. We decided it was for the best, as my modeling career consumed all my time, just like his racing career did to him.

We no longer had time for each other, and it was driving us apart. So, the best decision for both of us was to take a break, which ultimately led to the end.

But here I was again, at a race, hoping everything would go well without any stress.

"Excuse me, Miss Y/L/N." I turned around to see someone from SKY Sports. "Could you give a brief interview?"

"Of course," I agreed, controlling to not roll my eyes as giving interviews was the last thing I wanted to do today.

"We saw your statement in your latest YouTube video regarding the comments on your posts. Do you have anything to declare?"

"As I said in the video, I'm not obligated to like anyone, even if that's what fans think. I don't personally know any of the girls, so the comments are unfounded, defamatory, and malicious," I said, looking into the camera. "I've always been friends with the other girls, and our friendship might have started here due to our ex-boyfriends working in the same field. But our friendship goes beyond that, so the fact that these so-called fans are bothered by something so trivial truly amazes me. Once again, I have nothing against anyone, so I ask you to stop trying to portray me as the villain just because you don't like me."

"Very well, thank you Y/n, for your words," I agreed and left.

I continued walking, stopped for a coffee, and on my way back, Daniel waved at me.

"Y/n, long time no see."

"Hi, Dani," I hugged him. "How are you?"

"Good, and you?"

"Good too, just the usual dramas."

"I saw; people don't have much sense.”

"Don't even talk about it. I don't know where people get this rivalry. It's not like I said anything about them in the post."

"Don't worry about it. Fans are just jealous because all of you dated who they wanted. The girls are getting hate now for dating them."

"Yeah, tell me about it," I sighed. "It's terrible for all of us. Max and I aren't even dating anymore, and people still hassle me."

"I can imagine. Heidi sometimes shows me some comments, and they're pretty nasty."

"Well, I need to go, but good luck in the race," I waved. Passing in front of the Red Bull garage, I was pulled inside, and when I saw, I was in Max's driver's room. "What the hell is this?"

"I wanted to see you," he said simply.

"And did you need to pull me in like you were kidnapping me?"

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you and I wanted as few people as possible to see."

"Why? Are you ashamed?"

"Of course not." He stared at me. "How are you?"

"Look, you didn't pull me in here to ask how I am, and I know it was your idea to invite me, even though you tried really hard to make it seem like it wasn't," I said, and he looked at the floor. "So tell me, why so much effort to bring me here?"

"Because I wanted to talk to you."

"You could have called me or sent a message."

"I know, but I needed to say this in person," I agreed and sat on his bed.

"All right, I'm listening."

"I wanted to apologize for my fans. I heard about what happened with your last post, and I didn’t wanted you to go through all this because of me."

"It's not your fault."

"Are you sure? The fans are mine."

"It doesn't matter; they're not your real fans if they're such nasty people," he agreed. "It's okay."

Max sighed, briefly averting his gaze before fixing it back on mine.

"Y/n, I need to be honest about the other reason I brought you here," I nodded, encouraging him to continue. "I still love you, more than I can admit. Seeing you dealing with all this pressure and drama made me realize that, even with everything that happened between us, I can't just let you go. Not again."

My heart raced, and a smile formed on my face.

"Max, I feel the same way. I think, deep down, we never stopped loving each other. Maybe it's time to give what we had a second chance."

He smiled back, sincerity reflected in his eyes.

"Y/n, I just want to do this the right way, without rushing, and make sure we're both ready." I nodded, feeling a profound sense of relief.

"I'm willing to give it a try, Max. After all, what do we have to lose?"

And in the end, I guess I put an end to the exes club.

Bonus scene!

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“Ops, I guess the exes club is over for me”

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tofulikesmala · 6 months

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Genshin cuddle headcannons

Genre: fluff

who?: Neuvillette, thoma, xiao, scaramouche, tighnari, itto, freminet,

Neuvillette

ah yes, hard on the outside but soft on the inside

He's the very clingy type, even if he tries his best to remain formal, he can't help but be attached to you

Would bury his face in your neck

You would usually have to initiate it first,

He would be the big spoon, but he's okay with small spoon too!

Being the big spoon, he could feel you by your side, making sure your safe

If he were the small spoon, this man would be blushing like mad, trust me

Thoma

Mmmm yes thoma >33

I feel he would be the more romantic type when it comes to cuddling, embracing every part of your body, tucking your hair behind your ears, ykyk

Well, depends on your personality, who initiates first might differ?but i feel thoma would be the kind of person to request to cuddle shamelessly

He's fine with both big spoon and small spoon

If he's the big spoon, you'll definitely be receiving headpats!!!!!

If he's the small spoon, he'd lie on your tummy, no matter the size

Xiao

Bold of you to assume this man gets sleep

But......if its you...who is he to decline?

"The adepti don't rest....let alone sleep. How absurd of you to think I would cuddle."

Nah man your going to find this man clinging onto you like there's no tomorrow at 3 fucking am in the morning

Good luck, because he's not gonna let you go

Need to go to the toilet? Nah you have a bladder for a reason

He's def big spoon, only on rare occasions you wake up, to you hugging his body

He'd definitely be embarrassed 100%

Scaramouche

Well, he'd be reluctant at first, for sure, but he will give in. eventually

Well, at least he won't appear in your room at 3 fucking am in the morning like somebody

He's def big spoon, he just can't afford to hurt his pride lololol

Would 100% flick your forehead for absolutely no reason

He's also the type to NOT.LET.YOU.GO.

“scara babe i need to go to the toilet :("

Naur he would just groan and fall back asleep

Man's grip on you is STRONG. You won't be able to wiggle out lol

Tighnari

DEUWYFGUYWEGUQFE I WANNA HUG HIS TAIL SO BAD

Would def allow you to hug his tail

His face would be so red as you gently stroke it

You could wake up in the middle of the night and see his ears twitching

He won't have such a strong grip on you, but it won't be a loose one either

If you wiggle out and go to the toilet, and he finds out he will be sad :(

His ears would go down

Once your back, expect to receive lots of forehead kissessss

Both big and small spoon is fine with him

Itto

Good luck with this guy💀

Better say your prayers to your family and friends, because this guy IS GONNA PLANT HIS WHOLE FUCKING ASS ON YOU

he's laying on top of you, crushing you with his weight

nah im kidding, he knows he's on the heavier side, so he'd adjust back later

Oh but don't be surprised if you found his foot shoved up your face

But in the non messy times, he'd definitely hold you tight, making sure you with him

Another one to shamelessly demand for cuddles

Freminet

He tries to be a big spoon, but you end up pampering him instead XD

Its 90% of the time you initiate it first

Bro would be the definition of blushing mess

He would rest his head against your chest

If your flat (like me) he would listen to the soft thumps of your heartbeat. It comforts him in a way

If you have bigger chests, he'd be so embarrassed, be he likes to use it as a pillow, he finds it very comfortable, as long as your okay with it of course!

He would hug you tight, but would start apologising once he realises :(

Notes: MY SECOND FIC HHAHAHAHA LOVE YALL

#genshin x reader #neuvilette x reader #thoma x reader #tighnari x reader #xiao x reader #scaramouche x reader #itto x reader #freminet x reader #genshin fluff

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curvykittyyssmutfics · 4 months

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pervyroomate!Satoru who can't believe his luck when you answer his online ad for a roomate: "What made you seek out a male roommate, honey? Ain't cha scared the big bad wolf is gonna get ya in your sleep?" You scoff with a heavy eye roll. "Fuck no." He can't stop the smile slowly forming on his pretty face. 'Ya should be.' He thinks, already imagining how'd look naked and squirming beneath him as he made you cry on his cock.

pervyroomate!Satoru that despite his amazing mouth-watering muscles, he mostly watched as you move your belongings into his spacious 2 bd apt: "What the fuck, Gojo? You specifically demanded I not hire movers as you're 'stronger than any of those limp dick fuckers.'" You can't see how he leans against the wall amused, arms crossed and intently staring at the way your small cotton shorts gets lost between your plump brown ass cheeks as you struggle takin boxes to your new bedroom. "Sorry, the views just so damn spectacular. Lookin so fuckin good, baby." Your cheeks warm in embarrasment as you abandon the heavy box, rush into the room and slam the door. Satoru only chuckles, fixin his raging boner as he heads downstairs to get the rest of your stuff.

pervyroomate!Satoru does anything he can in the upcoming weeks to rile you up by any means: "Gojo, put on some goddamn clothes for christ sake. My girls are gone be here soon and none of em wanna see that fuckin shit." You grumble as you sit on the couch and turn on the Netflix app. He laughs heartily, dramatically ploppin down next to you. Its impossible not to notice how his naked chest ripples, how low his black briefs sit on his hips. His hypnotic ocean blue eyes linger on your thick cocoa thighs before meeting your gaze. "Fabrications. Your BFF cornered me in our kitchen just the other day.. Damn near begged me to dick her down. Wanted so bad to tell her I'm savin that for you." He leans in close to your stunned face to whisper his last sentence and gets up, heading to his bedroom. Your left starin at his spot on the couch with wide eyes and wet panties.

pervyroomate!Satoru purposely switched out the dark shower curtain a few months into you moving in with a clear one, finding any reason to disturb your alone time: "Hey y/n, need to brush my teeth real fast." Doesn't bother knocking, quickly stepping in before you have time to cover your wet body. His eyes seem a shade darker as he scans up and down your soapy, naked frame. A small 'fuck' escaping his pretty lips as he stares unashamed. "Gojo, what the hell?!" You screech, arms quickly covering your glistening breasts as you cup your other hand over your pussy. You could literally melt on the spot at the way she clenches at his intense gaze. "Get the fuck out!" The damn pervert looks on for a moment longer, actually having the audacity to palm his cock a few times. "Okay okay, baby, damn. Why you gotta be like that? You showed me yours, don't you want me to show you mine?" He asks with pouty lips as he finally backs out the bathroom, arms raised in surrender. You stop shielding your tits to throw a bar of dove soap at his stark white locks. He only chuckles, quickly shutting the door to avoid impact. "Fuckin creep, Gojo!!"

pervyroomate!Satoru flirts with you relentlessly, crossing every boundary and every line over the next few months: "You gettin the snacks, babe?" Satoru calls from the front room. You roll your eyes at the pet name before you feel a stinging SMACK! to your plump behind. "Ow, Gojo! You fuckin asshole. Quit it!" You swat at the childish nuisance but he dodges your attack easily, leaning against the kitchen counter a few feet away. Fuckin guy has spent the better part of the day smackin your ass while yelling 'Smack Ass Friday!' like a damn teenager. "Awe, come on pretty! Love watchin how your ass bounces when I do it." He coos at you before swerving a bag of doritos you quickly chuck his way. "Boy, I don't give a fuck. You touch it again and you're goin down." It's insulting how lightly he takes your threat; walking right up, grabbin a handful of each ass cheek and smashing your hips together. His half hard dick feels chubby as fuck against you, girth of him makin you gasp and clutch as his shoulders. Your insides clench at the feelin of him pressed against you. "Fuck, I been waitin to go down on you. Name the time and place sweetheart." He tells you sweetly, swiping his thumb across your bottom lip, kissing you on the cheek and retreating to the living room. Damn this man must love leaving you speechless, heart and pussy fluttering to his dirty words.

pervyroomate!Satoru notices how much you love how he smells: whether it's his natural scent or cologne. You take his shirts without his permission too often, only wantin the ones he'd previously worn. Loves how he comes home late one night and catches you in one of his stolen white t-shirts. Neckline pulled up to your nose, tittes jiggling wildly underneath as you play with yourself. He stares between the crack of your bedroom door, hand swiftly squeezin at his dick as he watches you mindlessly rub yourself over your underwear. y/e/c eyes shut tight, quietly moaning his name like a fuckin prayer. "Toruuuuu! Fuh-uuuck Satoru, love how you smell. Mmmm, soooo good. Want you so m-much, need you to fuck me Toru!" His mouth hangs wide open as he humps his hand faster atop his light blue jeans, absolutely entranced how you frantically rub at your throbbing lil pearl. "Ahhhh! Oh my god, Toru please!" He's so greatful for a front row seat to witness you cum like a fuckin virgin. Fuck are you one?Can't help his deranged whisper as he commits the scene to memory. "That's it, baby. Cum for me. Fuck.. I know that lil pussy's so gushy for me right now. Can't wait to see it up close, gonna make her cream all over me pretty girl." Head pushed back into your fluffy pink pillow, pretty y/h/c hair splayed out makin you look like a goddess in the throes of passion to him. "Wanna cum on your cock, Satoruuuu!" His shirt rides up on you, showing him how your tummy pudge jiggles as your body convulses into an arch. You bite your lip to muffle the rest of your pleasure. It's okay. The sight is enough for Satoru. He paints the inside of his new jeans immediately, free hand cupped over his mouth as his eyes roll back, his hips repeatedly jerking his clothed spasming cock into the palm of his hand.

pervyroomate!Satoru who asks you the nastiest shit just to see you sexually flustered: You're in bed reading, back against the headboard with Satoru's head in your lap. Your hand carelessly cards through his soft hair, nails lightly scratchin at his scalp. So cute the way he whines at you to continue everytime you accidentally pause as you get to a good part in your book. "Hey baby?" His voice so innocent that you know for a fact the next words outta his mouth are gonna be filthy as fuck. "Yeah?" "How come you only call me Satoru when you're on your back, fingers in that pretty lil pussy?" His tone is laced with the genuine wonder of a child asking a simple question. Your jaw might as well be on the floor. "G-Gojo!" Shocked exclamation half accusatory, half scolding. "What? I really wanna know, y/n. Sound as pretty as you looked in my shirt when you moan it like you did the other night; made me cum so hard listenin." He's lookin up at you upside down but you're absolutely mortified, using your book to hide your face. What do you even say to him right now? "Aww, baby don't be shy. I do it when I think about you too. Cept I usually have a pair of your panties up to my nose." He shares with you happily and unapologetic, pulling the book from your fingers to toss it to the floor. "I wanna hear you say it like that again." Turning on his belly to leer at your clothed pussy through your tiny bottoms. Your breath picks up in anticipation, starin as his fine ass leans foward and gives a slow lick from slit to clit. The urgent, intense sensations has you squealing out his name as you slide both hands into his hair. "Satoruuu!" Slidin your shorts to the side, admiring your moist plump pussy lips. "Fuck baby, say it again. Just like that." He commands you, latching onto your sensitive lil button. All you can do is comply, buckin into his mouth as you wail 'Satoru' over and over to the damn heavens.

#black reader #all readers #black fanfiction #dirty talk #sub reader #pussylicker #pussy eater #perversity #jjk smut #jjk #gojo x reader #gojo x black reader #gojo x black y/n #gojo satoru #chubby reader

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melrodrigo · 11 months

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I really love puppy love omg 😭😭 what about when puppy like reader gets really injured by someone and ends up in the clinic and tries to hide it so that wednesday wont notice? Its up to you if you wanna write it!

ty babe! i’m glad you like it

i might’ve gone a little overboard and wrote more than i thought i would, enjoy!

Okay. Maybe picking a fight with a 6’2 giant wasn’t your brightest idea.

It started in fencing class, you making your way towards Enid, for a pair exercise. Wednesday wasn’t in class today, opting instead to sneak out and work on the hyde case, she had mentioned briefly.

“Yeah dude, Wednesday is sooo into me. I can feel it. She’s been giving me so many signals.” You hear as you walk past Xavier and his hoard of friends.

You can’t help the sudden tug in your heart, and the small voice in your head that said maybe he was right.

Wednesday had been spending a lot of time with Xavier lately, but she had claimed it was for the hyde case. It didn’t help the swell of jealousy that surged through you whenever you saw them though.

Stupid feelings. Why are you jealous anyway? It’s not like you and Wednesday are together.

A voice cuts you out of your thoughts, “Totally dude, and when you finally hit that, you gotta tell me alll the details alright?”

Your face scrunches in disgust, hands on both sides of your body starting to clench into fists.

“You know I will. I swear, she’s all over me. Next time we’re alone together, it’s on.” Xavier replies, drawing an emphasis on the last word.

Nope, that’s it.

You turn sharply and bring your clenched fists up to your face, resembling the stance of a boxer.

It probably looked a little funny, since you were what, a million feet shorter than him? But you honestly couldn’t have cared less in the moment.

“Don’t you dare talk about her like that.” You hiss, eyes hard and unforgiving.

Xavier stays quiet for a moment, then let’s out a loud laugh.

“And what are you going to do about it, huh? Wednesday’s not here to protect your ass this time.” He drawls, smirk on his crusty thin lips.

He leans in, too close for comfort and whispers, “Wednesday would never give you the light of day. You’re so pathetically in love with her, all of us can see it. But Wednesday’s in love with me.”

He pauses for a moment, like he’s trying to think of something good to say.

“And when we finally fuck, i’ll be sure to send you some photo evidence.”

That does it. You snap, lunging forward and grabbing his hair, pulling harshly.

“Ow! Get off of me!”

It’s hard to remember what happens next, you’re so lost in the fury and rage of it all you can barely register that you’re suddenly on top of him, pummeling his stupid face with all your might.

You grin in satisfaction as you see blood start to make its way from his lips down to his neck.

But your luck doesn’t last very long, and he manages to kick up at a certain weak spot between your legs, leaving you to stumble and hit the floor.

Groaning, you try and get up, but he’s faster. The adrenaline is fading away, and you’re starting to realize that he is in fact a lot stronger, even if you hate to admit it.

You start to lose feeling in the right side of your face, where his knuckles have collided against your skin. Bruises form so fast you almost let out a chuckle, was your skin really that sensitive?

“That’s enough! Xavier get off YN.” The teacher’s voice booms. Could he really not have cut in sooner?

“Enid, take YN to the nurses office.”

You barely register Enid and Ajax rushing over to you, taking you in their arms and dragging you out the classroom.

You smile a toothy grin at them.

“Did I win?” And then everything turns to black.

______

When you wake up again, Enid’s at your side immediately, looking down at you, worry prominent in her eyes.

“YN! Are you okay?”

You nod, only to find out that it’s extremely difficult to move your head and not feel like you just broke every bone in your body.

“I’m good.” You croak.

You look around the room, relieved to find that Wednesday wasn’t there. You don’t think you could bear the look she would give you, so full of worry and so unlike Wednesday.

“Where’s Wednesday?” You manage out, looking at Enid expectedly.

“She hasn’t come back from Jericho yet.” Enid confirms your suspicions, sounding a little uneasy.

“Xavier’s really got to watch his back, I have no idea what Wednesday’s going to do when she finds out about this, but it’s NOT going to be pretty.” She continues, eyes wide.

At that, your own eyes widen, and you try to shake your head.

“No no, Enid, please don’t tell Wednesday about this. I don’t want her to see me in this shape.” You reach for Enid’s hand, making sure she’s looking at you.

“But…”

“Please, Enid. You don’t have to lie or anything, just tell her you don’t know where I am. I’ll be good in a couple of days.” You plead.

“Alright, fine.” She mumbles, taking your hand in hers and rubbing the back in comfort.

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The next few days are spent in agony. The pain is starting to subside, but you still look like a beat up raisin. Purple and green bruises litter your skin, but the real sense of pain is coming from the distance between you and Wednesday.

You two had grown….very somewhat close the last few months, though the both of you would never admit it.

It was extremely hard trying to avoid Wednesday, and even harder to cover the bruises on your face. One good look and you knew she would’ve figured it out.

So for the past week, you’ve stumbled into bushes, fallen over benches, and hit the corridor walls in an attempt to swerve from Wednesday many times.

Every time she tried to approach you, you’d hang your head low, never meeting her eyes.

It was going well for the most part, until Ms.Thornhill had decided she wanted people to work in pairs.

You crossed your fingers, praying to the lord that you didn’t even worship you wouldn’t be stuck with Wednesday.

But to no avail, your luck once again ran out.

“Wednesday Addams, YN LN.”

You sigh loudly and make your way over to sit next to Wednesday, still avoiding her eye at all costs.

Most of the lesson is spent in silence, both of you lost stirring in your thoughts.

Then, “Why have you been avoiding me?” Wednesday says, hurried, like she couldn’t help it from slipping.

You sigh, for what feels like the millionth time that day, and manage a quiet, “I haven’t been avoiding you Wednesday.”

It comes out so weak, you wouldn’t have even believed yourself.

“Yes you have. I want to know the reason, have I done something wrong? Maybe I said something to hurt your….feelings?” She pauses before the last word, tone turning uncertain.

You frown.

“No of course not Wednesday, I just…” You trail off.

You turn to Wednesday, determined to give the performance of a lifetime, but forget that your face still looks like a bruised peach, and you definitely shouldn’t look her in the face.

You let out a final sigh and pull the head of your hoodie down, feeling small under Wednesdays stare.

Her eyes widen a little at the sight of you, and worry fills them. You can’t help but feel a tinge of happiness at how much she seems to care, letting the emotionless mask slip for a second.

She stands up suddenly, startling you and the 20 other people in the room.

“Ms. Thornhill, may YN and I please be excused?”

Wednesday doesn’t wait for Ms.Thornhill to answer before taking you by the wrist and dragging you out.

She doesn’t say a word until she gets to her dorm, quickly opening the door and throwing you in.

“Wednesday?” You squeak.

She turns and reaches out to touch your face, thumb rubbing just the slightest on your bruises.

A gentleness she didn’t know she possessed took over, still moving her hand in small circles all over your face.

“Who did this to you?” She murmurs, and her voice is filled with such intense worry it makes you want to break down.

Your head falls down on instinct, staring at your shoes like they’re the most interesting piece of art in the world.

Wednesday grips your chin and tilts your face back up, inches away from you.

Then she’s placing her hands on your waist, hands rigid, like she’s nervous.

You look so vulnerable, and she might’ve even say sort of adorable, she can’t help but lean forward and press a kiss to your cheek, on top of the scar.

Your breath hitches in your throat, body stiff.

She continues giving you little pecks all around the bruises, and you relax in her arms.

After a while, she pulls away, and you grab at her on instinct. She lets you, body pressing up to yours once again.

“You never answered my question.” She says.

“Xavier. He said something bad about you, but it doesn’t matter now. This is much better.” You mumble as you dig your face in her uniform.

She tenses up at this.

“He’s going to die a slow, painful death. And not the satisfying kind.” She decides, hand wrapping around your waist protectively.

You hum, “Who cares? I just wanna stay like this.”

The two of you don’t say much after that, content in simply being in each other’s presence.

When you get to class the next day, you bite back a smirk when you see Xavier’s positively beaten up face.

You walk over to him, acting all nonchalant.

“Yeah dude. She’s soooo into you.”

A/N: I kinda really enjoyed writing that, ty anon! Wednesday’s such a sweet softie on the inside.

#wednesday addams x reader #wednesday #wednesday addams x you #jenna ortega x reader #tara carpenter x reader

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only on camera | e.w

summary: you and your girlfriend, ellie, find an old camcorder at local thrift store. it’s fun, domestic, and sweet until the two of you decide to use it to make your own personal movie.

pairing: ellie williams x fem!reader

contains: mature content, modern! ellie, established relationship, fluff, smut— oral (r!receiving), fingering (r!receiving), reader and ellie are roughly 19-20, ellie is obsessed with reader, reader is described to have a soft stomach and stretch marks so its open to all body types.

word count: 3.3K

a/n: i’ve been debating to post another ellie oneshot and even writing anymore for a while now because of everything that has been going on gaza. i hope you guys click on the links below to educate and keep yourself updated on the horrors that the people of gaza are going through. free palestine.

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It started on a simple thrifting date.

You and Ellie often shopped at your local thrift stores for a multitude of reasons: it's cheap for not only clothing but accessories as well. You had a slight addiction to the purse and jeans section. There was nothing you loved more than finding a good pair of jeans.

But today, you decided to linger in the electronics section. Ellie trailed behind you with a shopping cart that already had a bunch of pants and cheesy graphic tees for the two of you to try on.

You picked up a small speaker, examining it for its quality.

“Ellie?” You hum to Ellie who was already holding up a chunky VHS camera.

“Babe, check this out,” Ellie walked around the cart to hold up the flipped screen to you.

You set the speaker down on the metal shelf, leaning over to see that the early late 90’s camera was still working properly. With just your luck, too, there were a few tapes next to where Ellie had picked it up from.

“Holy shit, this still works?” You grin as you fidget with the settings. “Should we get this?”

Ellie let out a scoff before nodding: “Fuck yeah. We could record videos to look back on when we’re miserable and old as shit. Like thirty or something.”

You shake your head at her dramatics.

“Thirty is not old but yeah, it could be fun.” You lean into her side, pointing to the tapes and charger that were still plugged into the camcorder. “Grab the tapes, please?”

You tilt your head with a smile at her. Ellie blushes at the eye contact you made with her, kissing your cheek before taking the tapes and charger into her hands. She nervously scratched at her ear as she set the objects into the cart where the child seat was, hoping you didn't see how pink her cheeks turned.

God, she was so adorable.

She would deny the accusation constantly with a shake of her head and a mutter of ‘no, I’m not’ being the stubborn girl she is.

After trying that on all of the clothing, you ended up only narrowing down to a few pairs of jeans and the camera plus the equipment. Once you got back to Ellie’s place, it started out with a few recordings of you doing nothing.

“So, vlog, my beautiful, hot, and sexy girlfriend is getting ready for the day,” Ellie pressed record and held up the camera to you who was applying sunscreen to your freshly washed face. “Not that she needs to because, damn, look at her.”

You let out a groan as you shake your head, now applying your moisturizer right after.

“Babe, you can record at any other time. Why right now?” You chuckle as she just gets closer, zooming into your eyes.

“What do you have to say to your future self who is probably already very happily married to me?” Ellie ignores your complaint, grinning as she backs up a little to get your entire face into the frame.

“Is she still giving that good top?” You deadpan to which Ellie chuckles at.

“I wish I could stop, baby,” she cups your face with one hand, smirking from behind the camera.

“Els,’” you trail off, almost warningly as your cheeks flushed.

Without missing a beat, you playfully slap the camera out gently of your face. Ellie dramatically gasps at your actions, holding the camera at an angle so she can clean the lens with her black wife pleaser.

“Hey! You brought it up.” She shrugged her shoulders as if it were nothing, showing off her outfit in the full-body mirror on the back of the bedroom door.

You smile adoringly at her from your set-up in your vanity mirror, hearing her hype herself up. You had just applied a good amount of your base before motioning for her to come over to you once again. Ellie walked over to you, grinning happily.

“It’s your turn, Els,” you grab the chunky camera from her.

She reluctantly lets you take it from her and crosses her arms in front of her chest, looking at you patiently. You pan the camera up and down as she was wearing a very basic outfit but damn, she always looked good. The way she crossed her arms accentuated her biceps and the big tattoo on her forearm.

“What do you have to say to your future self, baby?” You look at her through the small screen and then at her in real life.

Ellie hummed as she scratched at her jaw. The awful lighting from just your open-blind window made it more homey to you.

“You better not fuck it up with this perfect girl right here.” Ellie points to you with a slight grin as she notices your own smile from behind the camera.

A lot of the videos were just like that. Domestic and homey as the locations changed between your house and hers. Joel even made a few appearances like, for instance, his 58th birthday. All of your family and Joel’s threw a barbecue to which you and Ellie had traded interviewing your sides of the family.

Sarah gave a few loving words for her dad, Jesse, and Dina covered the lens the entire time Ellie tried to record them, and your parents made a few jokes about him being ‘damn near in the grave already.’

Now, you were standing in front of Joel who was working the grill. Ellie was busy already tearing into a few hot dogs so you took the time to ask him some questions.

“So, Joel, how do you feel being fifty-eight?” You record him.

“I feel the same as last year. Ain’t nothin’ special,” he shook his head as if you were bothering him but you knew he was just being a grump for the camera.

“Well, birthday boy, describe what it's like being almost sixty,” you chuckle as he places a hand on his hip, looking at you this time with raised brows.

“Old as hell. Now, here, eat.” He grumbled as he grabbed a hot dog for you and placed it on a paper plate.

You giggled as his southern accent was hilarious when he got all grumpy. He just sounded like a Texan grandpa who’s always complaining about kids these days.

“I figured. Happy birthday, Joel.” You warmly smile at him as you shut the small screen and walk over to hug him.

He tensed for a moment, holding the tongs out of the way. He relaxed into your embrace before pointing at your hot dog.

“Thanks, kid. Now, eat before the damn flies get to it first.” Joel kissed the top of your head before releasing your body.

You let out a soft laugh as you grabbed the white plate before walking over to where Ellie was sitting with her step-sister, Sarah. You send Sarah a smile as you set the camera down next to Ellie, watching her lick the mustard off of her fingers. You grimace at her messy eating before Sarah tells her to stop being gross.

Ellie put her middle finger up at her with an annoyed expression. You grabbed her finger and put it down as your parents were only a few feet away from the two of you.

A few more days passed and you and Ellie had a rather sensual make-out session in her bedroom. Her hands were already up your Beatles oversized t-shirt, the feeling of her palms groping at your tits sending shivers up your spine. You were underneath her, your own hands cupping the sides of her face as you moaned softly into her mouth.

Ellie pulled away suddenly which only caused you to whine, missing her touch.

“Can I get the camera, baby?” She asked you, moving one of her hands down to your hips underneath your shirt and squeezing the flesh.

You nod your head frantically, not even hesitating. The idea was brought up maybe two minutes after purchasing the camera. Ellie said it as a joke but you knew that you would make a million sex tapes with your girl. She made you feel like the sexiest version of yourself and you were curious to see what that looked like on video. Plus, no risk of it getting stuck on the cloud of either of your phones.

Ellie leaned down to peck your lips as she stood up from her bed to grab it from the top of her dresser, right next to her cologne. You sit up slightly as you wait patiently for her to start the camera fixing your hair a bit. You knew the footage was solely going to be between you and her but it didn't hurt to try and make sure you look good.

“Look at my pretty girl,” Ellie’s voice is dripping in lust as she points the lens directly at your flushed and panting figure on the bed.

You somehow managed to blush even more, practically beaming at her compliment. You didn't know what to do now that it was a reality. All you were doing was looking up at her from her standing figure.

How did pornstars do this?

“What do you want me to do, hmm?” Ellie cupped your cheek, her inked arm coming into the frame.

Your face leaned into her touch, sighing at the feeling. Her thumb teasing ran over the swollen skin of your bottom lip. Being the horny shit you were, your jaw fell open in hopes Ellie would slip the finger into your awaiting mouth.

But no; she continued to trace the supple skin with a cocky grin on her face.

“You want my finger, baby?” Ellie hums as she tightens her grip ever so slightly.

“Maybe.” You raise your brows, your pupils blown with desire practically giving you away.

“Maybe?” She looks at you with her head tilted, her own brows raised to match yours. “The way you instantly opened your mouth said something way different.”

You shake your head and take her thumb into your mouth seconds after that, sucking on it with a smile. Ellie muttered a curse under her breath as she watched you through the pixelated screen, wondering how she got so lucky with you.

You, being the tease you are, pull away after about a minute to look up at her with need in your eyes. While still looking up at her, you removed your oversized tee to reveal your bare chest. Your hair settled over your shoulders, framing your face perfectly. You were only in your cheeky cotton maroon panties.

“Jesus, fuck me.” Ellie angled the camera down to your tits, having a little too much fun holding it.

“Alright, give me it, Els.” You snatched the camera from her, pointing it up at Ellie’s towering figure. “You want to eat me out or what?”

Ellie couldn't help but chuckle at your bluntness and confidence now that the camera wasn’t on you. Regardless, she kneeled down on the bed with a ready sigh. She leaned over the camera to capture your lips into a gentle kiss, making you smile giddily.

Your smile was infectious, Ellie, too, smiling so much to the point where she had to pull away. Ellie began to scoot more down your body as you pointed the camera down at her figure. She was caressing your sides as her lips kissed at your chest, moving more and more downwards to your tits. Your breath hitches as she takes your left nipple into her mouth, the warmth and wetness of her tongue sending pleasure down your spine.

Ellie palms both of your tits, looking up at the lens and then your flushed face from behind it. She continues to suck on your hard nipple, smirking when your hips buck into her own.

“Feels good, Els,” you whimper, your arms already becoming weaker.

Ellie hums against your damp skin, pulling away to grope and admire them. She was annoyingly still in her sports bra and her boxers, revealing nothing to you. If you weren't so clouded by the want of her mouth on your pussy, you would’ve said something.

Ellie’s long fingers hook at the waistband of your panties, looking up at you with a silent question of if it was okay. You nod with a grin, lifting your hips to help her. Ellie slid the dampened underwear down your legs. You could see the wet patch on the crotch area, a slight pang of embarrassment flowing through you.

Ellie, thankfully, began to place feather-soft kisses on the plush of your stomach. You watch her trail her lips down from your skin, inching closer to above your pubic bone.

“Fuck, baby, look at how wet you are,” Ellie teased your drenched folds, the obscene sound causing you to blush shyly.

She holds up her pointer and middle finger, the clear slick of your arousal glistening. She practically shoves them into the lens as you groan at her actions.

“Els, please, don’t. I don’t want my… juices on the camera.” You cringe at the way you phrased it but end up giggling at Ellie’s disgusted face.

“Well, I love your juices,” Ellie quickly grinned devilishly as she sucked off those fingers.

She drove you insane with the smallest things. When she kissed and caressed the plush of your hips and thighs, whispering how ‘sexy’ and ‘perfect’ you are to her. Even touching into the stuff you tended to be more insecure about like the stretch marks on your body.

You never worried about those toxic mind-consuming thoughts with Ellie.

”Can I see the camera, baby? Wanna get this view right here.” Ellie reached for it to which you handed back.

She aimed the camera lens more towards your crotch, legs spread to reveal how much your cunt was needing some release. You suck in a deep breath and adjust yourself as Ellie muttered praises as she ran her fingers carefully over your throbbing clit and soaked folds.

Beginning to grow impatient, you let out a soft noise. Ellie notices that you are becoming more and more needy for something, anything, so she leans over your panting body and sets the camera on the bedside table. The small screen was flipped so that Ellie could adjust it so that the two of you were in the frame. Your hands find their way over Ellie’s body and up into her hair.

You tug her down into a messy kiss, humming as Ellie is caught off guard by your force and nearly slipping from how she was holding herself up with one arm. She moaned softly against your lips, enjoying how your nails were scraping against her scalp.

She hungrily moved down your body, growing impatient herself. You pant softly as you watch her place messy kisses on the curves of your skin as she finally makes her way to your desperate cunt. You let out a soft sigh as she licks one teasing stripe over your clit.

“Look so pretty, Els.” You murmur as you move her falling strands of hair out of her face, a slight whine leaving your mouth.

And, god, she really did. Her eyelids were heavy over her gorgeous eyes as she looked up at you with a slight smile on her lips. She lazily kissed over the sensitive bud, that cheeky smile growing as your hips stuttered.

“My sweet girl.” She teased two fingers over your wet folds, letting out a groan at the obscene sight.

You continue to caress her face and head of hair, never wanting to tear your eyes away from your girlfriend. She glanced up at you as she carefully slid her middle finger into your warm cunt. She kept telling you how good you felt around her fingers and how much she missed your ‘perfect pussy’.

For a moment, you forgot about the camera that was recording your every move. The mic picks up every whine, moan, the sound of Ellie’s fingers fucking into you.

“Baby,” you pant, allowing your hips to grind and follow her curling fingers.

Ellie merely hummed in question as she peered up at you with hooded eyes. You nearly forgot what you were going to be begging for.

More. You just needed more. More of her touch and her lips everywhere. The tightening coil in your lower abdomen and the desperate hump of your hips alerted you that you were getting closer to your orgasm.

“I’m gonna cum,” you admit, feeling almost embarrassed by how quickly it was happening.

Ellie pulled her mouth off of you as her arm continued to pump her fingers inside of you. Your chin tilts up, hands reaching up to cradle her face. Ellie hungrily leaned down to kiss you, moaning at the sound of you whimpering against her slick-covered lips.

You were whispering pleads as she continued to fuck you like her life depended on it. Ellie leaned back to look down at her movements before glancing at the camera.

“Cum for me, baby. Need something to help me later on when I watch this over and over just to see how beautiful you look cumming for me.” Ellie groans into your ear.

Your hand reaches down to grip at her wrist but Ellie grabs your hand to kiss at your palm as another form of stimulation. You whine as your hips stutter and you feel a sharp feeling running down your spine. Ellie mutters curses as she feels you clamp down on her two fingers as your orgasm takes over.

You let out a few louder moans as you sit up carefully to let yourself ride out the orgasm.

“Fuck, Els,” you whisper as you try and come down from the high as easily as possible.

“Hey, hey, lay back, baby,” Ellie ever so slightly pressed on your lower abdomen so that your back was against the mattress once again.

Feeling light and lazy, you do as she had told you. You take slow breaths as you shut your eyes. Ellie’s body hovers over yours for a moment and you hear the hard plastic being lifted from the bedside table. You open one eye to see Ellie was aiming the camera towards the cum that was leaking. Her already wet fingers were running through your folds, being as filthy as ever.

“How’s it look?” You hum with a playful grin.

“You know, perfect, I guess,” Ellie shrugs her shoulders but her grin tells you she’s matching your energy.

As tired as you were, you wanted to make Ellie feel good too. You sit up to come face to face with her, leaning close to capture her lips into a gentle kiss. Ellie hums against your lips, setting the camera on the empty mattress right next to you both. Pulling away, you take her hand that was inside of you and raise it to your lips.

“You're gonna wanna record this, Els,” You tilt your head towards the still-recording camera.

Ellie didn't have to be told twice as she leaped for the boxy hunk of plastic and aimed the lens at your pretty plumped lips. You lick up the length of her fingers, tasing your own arousal. Ellie watched you through the small screen, wondering how fucking lucky she got with you.

You had no idea who infatuated the freckled girl was with you. Your eyes flickered to Ellie behind the camera, her pale skin practically a poppy red shade from how flustered she was. You popped off her long fingers, kissing the pads of her middle and ring fingers before sitting back on your ass as you looked at her with raised eyebrows.

“You think I’ll be a star?” You ask again, playing into the pornstar role-play.

Ellie blew a huff of air as she cupped your face to peck at your lips: “Without a doubt, babe.”

#ellie williams #ellie williams x f!reader #ellie williams smut #ellie williams x you #wlw smut #sapphic #wlw #ellie tlou2 #lgbtq community #lesbian

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highdreaming · 1 year

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Eyes off her

💢 All the works are pure fictions, for entertainment purposes only so please, read it at your own will.

Summary: Your boyfriend gets jealous when someone flirts with you and a fight follows.

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Gavi x (female) reader

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You twist your hands with nervousness as you wait for Gavi in the corridor.

The whole stadium vibrates with the loud cheers of the fans, everyone is excited for tonight’s big game and you feel the same way, wishing Gavi’s team to win. You wait for your boyfriend to show up, wanting to wish him good luck before the game.

And he finally appears, pulling you towards him for a hug, a huge grin decorating his face.

“Hey. Good luck, babe. I hope you guys win.” you say, kissing his cheek. Gavi’s arm suddenly tightens around you and as you struggle to pull away, you notice the sudden tense expression on his face as he looks to the front.

You turn your head, catching a glimpse of a tall man from the other team staring at you, more specifically at your lower back with a cocky smirk on his face.

Your eyes meet his for a second and he provocatively winks at you before turning around and walking away.

That explains Gavi’s reaction. You hold back a sigh, knowing how riled up your boyfriend gets, especially during games.

“Babe, just ignore him.” you mutter, placing a hand on Gavi’s arm. Your words don’t seem to convince him but he gives you a rushed kiss before leaving to join the other boys for the game.

You only hope he doesn’t let jealousy get the best of him.

The game is dominated by Barcelona, your boyfriend’s team clearly being the best and it shows as they’re the ones leading, marking several goals.

Your hands constantly pick the material of your Barcelona’s number 30 jersey, the excitement and nervousness of the game giving you a hard time.

Especially when Gavi keeps committing fouls, all of them directed towards the player that had checked you out earlier. The referee keeps showing him yellow cards and you’re already dreading the moment Gavi gets a red card.

Just as that thought crosses your mind, whistles erupt wildly across the stadium with everyone pointing towards a commotion on the field.

Your eyes widen with horror when you notice that Gavi is in the center of it, violently pushing the other player. Both teams and its players get in the middle, attempting to stop it, but they’re unable to prevent Gavi from punching him in the face.

You gasp in horror, your heart crazily beating as the referee pulls out a red card, showing it towards Gavi. His face is contorted in an angry frown, face glistening with sweat.

He stomps the grass, leaving the field under intense boos. You hurry up leaving the stands, running towards the inside of the building.

Once you get to the locker room, you push the door open. Inside Gavi is sitting on a stool, throwing his shirt to the floor with a violent movement.

You hesitate for a moment, seeing him so angry but slowly take small steps towards him.

“Hey, are you okay?” you whisper, letting your hand stroke his hair. His shoulders slump and he looks at you, fury and jealousy burning in his gaze.

“He was fucking talking about you! Like you were a piece of meat, like you weren’t my girlfriend.” he growls, brown hair falling down to his eyes as he literally vibrates with anger.

You hold back a sigh, already knowing that the player only did so to upset Gavi. Everyone knows that your boyfriend easily loses his cool.

“He did that to make you upset, Gavi. You shouldn’t have listened to him. Now you’ve got a red card.” you say with a sad smile.

Gavi meets your eyes, intently looking at you, brows furrowed.

“So I was just supposed to let him talk like that about you? That wasn’t gonna happen.” he blurts out, hand reaching to grab your own, pulling you against him.

He wraps his arms around your waist, face pressed against your stomach. You take the chance to keep touching his hair, massaging his scalp as he takes deep frustrated breaths.

You're not sure how long you remain in this position, but Gavi eventually gets calmer, his breathing getting steady.

“I just love you too much.” he quietly whispers, pushing his face upwards. You meet his stare, his beautiful brown eyes holding an array of emotions.

“And I love you back.”

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AN: I also think I'm gonna start writing for Haaland, what do you think?

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honeyed-hedonist · 20 days

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SFW:

Rarely cooks for himself because he’s always on the go, but when he does find the time to whip up a meal, it’s always the best thing you’ve ever tasted.

Dry sense of humor, but will crack a smile (and sometimes even a laugh) despite himself at your puns/jokes/general silliness

Stubborn as all hell. Will fight tooth and nail with you over the dumbest shit just because he’s so obstinate.

Speaking of stubborn, good luck getting this man to admit he was wrong. You could draft a whole essay in MLA format with a PowerPoint presentation on why, in fact, he’s completely wrong and he’ll still look you dead in your eyes and say “That proves nothing. I’m right.” Sir, no you are not, let me count the ways.

Don’t let that deter you though! He apologizes for his stubbornness in other ways--whether it’s a bouquet of your favorite flowers or bringing you coffee in the morning, he’s a man of action, not words.

Stoic and standoffish when you first meet him. It takes him a little while to soften, and there’s a big part of him that wants to cave, to break down those walls and open himself back up, but he fights it every time. Despite that, he craves softness and warmth, so when you come along to give it to him in droves, it’s a losing battle for him to keep you at arm’s length

Once those walls are down it’s like night and day. He’s handsy, can’t keep them to himself. He’s always gotta be touching you in some capacity if only to remind himself that you’re real and he needs to cherish every moment he gets with you because he knows better than most how quickly things can change.

Will always make time for you. Doesn’t matter the time of day or night, doesn’t matter what he’s doing, you call and he’s on his way.

Uses all sorts of pet names on you in English and Spanish. Mi cielo (my heaven/sky), mi alma (my soul), chula (cutie), reinita (little queen), mi amor (my love), babe/baby, angel, sweetheart, sunshine, and bunny to name a few. If it’s sweet and makes you fluster, he’s all for it.

Speaks Spanglish a lot, especially when he’s mad. Will switch between both so fast you can hardly keep up, and he’ll stop mid-rant and give you a sheepish smile, shrugging his shoulders. “My mouth has a mind of its own, bonita. Lo siento.”

Calls you often when the two of you are apart. Can’t end his night without hearing your voice. No matter where he is, you can guarantee your phone will ring right before you fall asleep every single night. He always says he’s just calling you to say goodnight, but then the pair of you end up talking for hours. Not that you mind, the lack of sleep is worth it.

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Oscillates between a hard and soft dom depending on the day he’s had or the mood he’s in, but regardless of that, he’s always the top.

Eats for his pleasure. When his face is buried between your thighs, it’s not about you, it’s about him and he’ll eat until he’s satisfied, regardless of how desperately you try to shove him off. “Nuh uh, mami, m’not finished yet. Lay back and take it, huh? Be a good girl and let me have my fill. Tastes too damn good.”

Grunts and growls most of the time, but when he’s feeling softer that man 100% whimpers.

A vocal lover--he likes to taunt and tease you, overwhelms you with praise, forces you to answer his questions even in the midst of your fuzzy-headed bliss. “Speak up, princesa. I asked you if you can feel me deep up in that belly. Yeah? There we go. That’s my girl.”

His favorite positions to fuck you in tend to alternate, but he’s a big fan of doggy with his hand around your throat while you’re on your knees with your back to his chest, mainly because it allows him to sink his teeth into your neck and speak absolute filth in your ear. Missionary or a full blown mating press and prone bone are others he enjoys. Also likes to pound into you from below when you ride him--again, this man is all about control so even when you think you have the upper hand, you don’t.

Big on marking you--with his fangs or otherwise. When you ask him to bite you for the first time he goes absolutely feral, fucks you so hard you can’t walk right or sit down for a week, your chest, neck, and back littered with bruises, bite marks, and a prominent puncture wound at the hollow of your throat.

Stamina for days. My guy could spend hours on end fucking you into the mattress and he does every single time. There are no quickies with Miguel--when he makes time for you, he makes time. Will clear out an entire day and dedicate it solely to taking you apart and piecing you back together just so he can do it all over again. “One more round, baby. C’mon, need it. You’re not gonna deprive me, are you? Nah--you know better. Open up for me, chula, just like that.”

Big breeder balls. (Sorry, I don’t make the rules.) My boy will stuff you so fucking full. Practically cums buckets and loves to watch it ooze out of your abused little hole when he’s finished pumping several loads inside you. “Lookit that, huh? Ese pequeño coño está lleno, ¿no?” (That little cunt is stuffed full, isn’t it?)

To be continued…..

#miguel o'hara headcanons #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x y/n #sipderman 2099 #miguel o'hara fluff #miguel o'hara smut #smut writing #spiderverse imagine

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mp0625 · 6 months

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Hiiii hope u are okay 🥰 could ya write something about Vince where reader (his gf) gets hurt. She was supposed to be at the game but instead was in the hospital. Him being worried when he couldn’t find her in the stands. Whatever comes to your mind :)

Sushi

Taglist. Masterlist.

Vince Dunn x reader

Anon Request: Hiiii hope u are okay 🥰 could ya write something about Vince where reader (his gf) gets hurt. She was supposed to be at the game but instead was in the hospital. Him being worried when he couldn’t find her in the stands. Whatever comes to your mind :)

A/N: I’m doing pretty good. Damn I forgot how much I like Vince!! I’m still taking requests for Vince Dunn or any players/Drivers!

TW: Angst, Car Cr*sh

“Hey baby, sorry I’m running late. The meeting ran late at work again.” Sighing while you walk to the car.

“It’s ok, you’ll get here when you get here. Be careful driving, there was lots of traffic coming into the arena.” He said with concern in his voice

“I will, I promise. Love you Babe!! I’ll be in my normal seat and should be there by the anthem.” You said with a smile in your voice.

“Love you too, baby.” “Hey, one more thing, can we go get sushi after we, you know what?” He asked quizzically with a laugh at the end.

“Definitely! That sounds delicious.” “See you at the game.” You said as you hung up.

As you were pulling out of the parking garage of your office building, a car blew through a stop sign. T boning your car. Causing your car to flip on to its side. Witnesses come running calling 911 and seeing if they can help.

As he stepped onto the for warm up and he didn’t see you he thought, “She hasn’t made it in yet, but I know she’ll be in for the anthem and opening face off.”

As Vince went back down the tunnel he still did not see you and that was starting to concern him but to calm his nerves he told himself that you were probably getting a snack.

When he came back onto the ice for puck drop. He looks to where you normally are sitting, and he doesn’t see you. “Where is Y/N at?? She’s probably in the bathroom. Hopefully she’ll be back for opening faceoff.” He thinks to help calm his nerves.

When he got that goal against Bobrovsky he looked to see his good luck charm in the stands and you still were not there. He thought maybe you were in the bathroom again.

When the game was over, with the kraken winning he didn’t feel the elation or the happiness that the rest of the team or the fans were feeling. He was very concerned about you. As he went into the dressing room he got his phone out of his bag seeing all of the calls he got from your phone. Listening to one of the voicemails. “Hello this is nurse Macy from Kindred Hospital Seattle, I’m calling to let you know that Y/N has been in a wreck and you were in her phone as her emergency contact. Please call us back to this number and we can give you some more information about her condition.” Vince almost dropped his phone in shock.

When trying to redial your phone number his fingers slipped multiple times and almost called Matty Beniers who was across the dressing room. When he finally was able to call your number it picked on the second ring. “Hello”

“Y/N”

“Sir, is this Vince?”

“Yes”

“Mr. Vince, This is nurse Macy, Y/N was involved in a T bone accident her car flipped onto its side. She seems to be OK other than a few broken bones right now she is asleep.”

“Oh thank everything! She is ok.” He said with a big sigh of relief. “Can I come see her?”

“Yes, you can.” “See you soon.” She said hanging up.

Vince breathes a sigh of relief knowing what happened, but is very concerned about what happened to you. He quickly showers and gets dressed to go see you.

The thing that wakes you up thinking it was a nurse coming to check your vitals. But instead it was Vince holding a box.

“Hi, I brought sushi!” He said with a smile.

Taglist: @studioreader @honethatty12 @slafgoalskybaby @swissboyhisch @topguncultleader @wondershells @cixrosie

If anything looks wrong or is messed up please let me know my tumblr was fighting me to post this. It looks ok to me, but I might have missed something.

#vince dunn x reader #vince dunn #seattle kraken #seattle kraken x reader #nhl x reader #nhl fanfiction #nhl imagine #hockey girlies discord #hockey

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ancientgoddessofegypt · 3 months

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JUNK MAIL PT.3

What You Need To Hear Right Now

PILE 1 - Gossip, Envy, Controlling, Vampires, Partying & Drinking.

Girl, you are way too pretty to be dealing with all that. Try following your dreams and worry less about the people chatting. That's all they'll ever do. Chattin'. They don't care what karma it leakes off or how you feel so worry less. Do something good for yourself and find a new hobby.

There are boys who want to treat you right, you just gotta figure out which one fits your needs better. Go to a party, grab a drink. Its your time.

PILE 2 - Living alone, Living for you, Depressive Memories, Resilience, Patients & Timing.

Babe, we gotta get outta that funk tonight! Don't let the past be the reason you sit back and forget who you are and where you come from. Divine timing is in your favor, surrender and be still. Painting is significant for this group, emotions need a new outlet. Journaling can help you figure out some past traumas, but over time you should enjoy the moment and see what you can do with that paint brush.

Let go. Allow your cries to be heard, suffering in isolation is not the answer for you boo. Get up!

PILE 3 - Honeymoon, New era, Crying for joy! Celebration, Remembrance.

Congratulations !! You've got it made in this new chapter. The work you've put in is coming forth to bring a new beginning that forces you to in a state of peace, divine gratitude and love. There could be someone new on the horizon, and its a sweet love. Im proud of you, if no one said it first than I'll be the one to do it.

This season is going to be good luck, lady bugs are significant for this group. Popularity, Having a great time, enjoying life. Yeah baby, thats all you.

PILE 4 - Get out of town. Vacation. Bus Ride. Take A Trip.. Now.

Oh boy, is everything alright ? Feeling clastrophobic? Same show different story? It's time to hit the road, love. Go to that beach, go get you a travel buddy.. Or go solo. You need this break. It'll be a stress relief for you. You need to give yourself a mental and emotional break, so you could have more time to conquer any challenges coming your way.

Take this time time to heal and put energy into the reality you wanna see more of babe. It's not the end of the world. Don't make it out to be.

For each and every group, this is your 'me' era. Focus on you girl, nobody needs to see yall sweat.

#psychic reading #channeler #healer #pick a card #pick a photo #pick a pile #tarot #oracle readings #psychic #psychic readings #free readings #intuitive #intuitive readings

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gojossocks · 5 months

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Bf! Gojo Headcanons

nsfw content below the cut

★ Has a mediocre fashion taste. usually hit or miss with his outfits because his build is really nice AND he is really good looking so no one really pays attention to how he dresses

★ but then you came along so you gave him the ‘girlfriend effect’ then suddenly you transformed gojo into this fine ass even more attractive man because you made him he look richer

★ spends money on absolutely ludicrous things .

“babe i got us Saint Laurent condoms!” he excitedly says, holding up 5 pieces of them.

“Satoru, I am on birth control.”

★ loves touching you ALL THE TIME

★ like it’s even at a subconscious manner at this point, one time he gropes your ass while you were at a grocery store and you gave him no touching privileges for 3 hours.

★ he gets really pouty when he doesn’t get what he wants and you give in all the time because who wouldn't?

★ gets cocky when he makes you a blushing mess

“shut the fuck up, satoru.”

“I will if you kiss me.” then that would get YOU to shut up and him smirking at you.

★ Gojo has an oral fixation so he also makes it your problem. candy wrappers everywhere and he tastes sweet all the time because of that.

★ Speaking of kisses, he is absolutely addicted to your lips. won’t stop until you’re both out of breath and your lips are swollen— gets filthy while doing it too.

“Satoru, please stop kissing me. My lips would bleed at this point."

“Can’t help it baby, you taste so sweet.” he would smile before plunging right back to your lips and would let out a satisfied hum when you gasp into his mouth, granting him access to slide his tongue right into your mouth. That way, your lips would get their rest, because he is tongue fucking you :D

★ Also has a huge fixation on you, good luck on having anything done with him in the same vicinity as you.

★ You have a paper to work on? No worries! You can sit between his legs while you do it. It’s not his fault that you can’t concentrate on writing when he’s just being a good boyfriend, licking and giving you hickies on your neck. It’s also not his fault that you were just wearing his shirt and those baby blue lace panties that he loves so much.

★His hand would travel under his your shirt to cup your boobs, while the other that’s resting on your hip slowly inched its way to your covered cunt.

He would chuckle when he elicits a needy whimper from you when he moves his hand away from your pussy. Well, you’re busy so he’s going to have fun, right?

Gojo’s obsessed with your tits, he’s shameless when he’s kneading and squeezing them, his thumbs grazing over your hardened nipples– savoring the way you squirm.

“pay attention to your paper, babe. don’t mind me." Then seconds after, he’s bringing his lips to yours as he rubs your clit through your panties, swallowing your moans.

“I’ll give you what you want when you’re done with what you’re doing.” He murmurs softly to your ear.

“p-please…Satoru, quit teasing me–” he loves it when you guide his hand where you need it the most. He gives in of course, ripping your panties so he could insert his long fingers inside your pussy.

He would overstimulate you, your paper long forgotten as your laptop falls off your lap. Don’t even think of trying to stop him, he wouldn’t stop until he’s satisfied.

“You asked for this. You’ll take it like a good girl, won’t you?”

Once you come down from your high, he brings his soaked fingers into his mouth, savoring the taste of you. Then maybe if he makes you cum twice or thrice more, he would reward you with his cock— filling you to the brim the whole night. Who cares about your finals? He could just pay your professor to make you pass.

★ He is an absolute menace but he is the best boyfriend ever.

Wanna read more?

#gojo x reader #gojo hcs #gojo smut #gojo fluff #gojo x reader fluff #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru headcanons #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk hcs #gojo satoru x reader fluff #gojo headcanons #gojo x you

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writingdisposal · 3 months

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Vox is soooo fucking hot dude

Vox as a regular romantic interest is pretty bad already, but as a yandere? He is insufferable. Of course, he will keep an eye on you wherever you go, even before you really meet him. I don't think Vox would use his powers to achieve his goal of pursuing you. It seems more that he would use it as a "last-didge" effort to secure you, but for that to occur Vox would have to be incompetent. He is anything but that.

You will fall for his charisma, his smooth voice that is so addicting to listen to, especially when he compliments you so well every chance he gets. Vox will make sure, whatever you see of him is nothing, but absolute perfection. Any show you watch starring him will be subtly be about how good of a partner he would be. A cook show where Vox creates your favourite meals. Another show talking about famous celebrities' relationships where Vox occasionally sprinkles in a "I don't know about you folks, but I can't imagine doing something like that!" when the relationship has some sort of drama to it.

I also imagine he would force some sort of meeting, assuming there is zero connection he and the other Vees have to you. Maybe he will make some low-life try robbing you and the 'oh-so' charming TV host Hell can't get enough of is there to save you. Maybe he just 'randomly' finds you sleeping in some alleyway, down on your luck, and he graciously offers you a job at his company. Or maybe he does an interview on Hell's population to see what their opinion is on the newest Voxtech.

Either way this man will find a way and have you fall for him. For the first few months he will even act the part of a loving and supportive partner. Over time though, Vox will change.

As usual Vox was monitoring the viewing charts as well as the money generated from the shows. Even though he was focused, he heard the elevator bringing someone up. No need to look, Vox knew who wanted to visit. "Hello babe," he said, still tapping away on the keyboard, "missed me that much, heh?" Giggling you hugged him from behind, "I can't hide anything from you, can I?" "No, you can't," Vox turned to you, kissing up your arm, "Mind helping me out a little here? I'm really tensed up and need some relaxing." You blush, pushing him back a little.

You wanted to tell him no, but he pulled you back with enough force to make you fall on his chair. He kissed your cheek. "Come on sweetheart, I've always been so good to you," Vox reminded you, static echoes scratchng his voice, "You should be more loving, you know." He was right. He was always so sweet to you and its time to repay the kindness. Even though it doesn't feel right, you will give in. You always will until it feels normal.

Once he knows you won't leave anymore, Vox will have outbursts in front of you. And because you are so used to his hot and cold attitude, you will find a weird mix of fear and attractiveness in his screams. Especially outbursts involving Alastor will be scary. Sometimes Vox forgets the position he is in and get rough with you. Of course, in instances like these he will apologise afterwards, but that might be the only times where the picture had so carefully painted crumbles.

If you ever decide to leave, Vox will know and put measurements to prevent it. It will be relatively successful, but once you're gone, Vox uses every available resource to secure you back. He will call everything just regular quarrel between lovers. The only sanctuary you might find is in the Hazbin Hotel, but this will lead to a smear campaign by Vox, so your stay is going to be questioned frequently.

Your chances of getting away from Vox are low and he will make sure, you realise he will forever be the better option in this godforsaken place, so be sweet and go to him willingly before he forces you to go.

#yandere #yandere vox #vox #hazbin #hazbin hotel #hazbin vox

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rollingsins · 10 months

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all hers, part xxv

summary: Nurse Rosario gets a little too familiar for Tara's liking.

warnings: (+18), Tara is Ghostface, mention of violence.

word count: 3k

a/n: get ready for a chapter of *angry pookie noises*

You manage to sleep through the night with little disturbance.

Tara attempts to sleep (what looks somewhat uncomfortably) sprawled across your lap, the plastic hospital bed barrier jutting into her stomach before you pull her up and into the bed on your good side.

Sam makes a bed for herself near the side of the room by pushing two chairs next to each other.

You’d tell her to go home and get a good night’s sleep but you know better than to suggest she leaves Tara. And she knows better to suggest Tara leaves you.

So you leave her be. Maybe, when you’re moved over to Woodsboro General, you’ll ask them for a pull-out bed for her. It’s the least you can do, after all. She had, in all essence, saved your life.

Nurse Rosario knocks a little while later.

Tara’s still a little drowsy against your shoulder when she enters.

“How’s my favorite patient?” Nurse Rosario asks, twinkle in her eye and a spring in her step.

“I’m okay,” Says Tara before you can respond. She lets out a sleepy yawn, “Could have slept better, these beds are awful.”

You share a look with Nurse Rosario.

“I don’t think she was talking to you, babe,” You say. She blinks, then blushes. You ruffle her hair, fondly, “I’m alright. No pain.”

“Then, the morphine is doing its job,” Says Nurse Rosario with a quiet hum. She checks your chart.

“Looks like you’re being transferred today, around 11am. I’m going to redress the bandage, and then we’ll give you a bath. Sound good?”

Tara sits up.

“A bath?” She asks, brow furrowed, “Like a naked bath?”

Sam sighs, heavily.

“I’m going to get some coffee.” She mumbles, offering you a ‘good luck, you’re on your own’ kind of glance.

The Nurse puts down your chart, nonplussed.

“What other kinds of baths are there, Tara?”

You bite your lip, rub Tara’s back. Gone are the heart eyes she’d had for Nurse Rosario last night. Now, it looks like she might leap across the bed and punch her.

“I don’t need a bath,” You say, hurriedly, trying to get ahead of the problem, “It’s fine. I’ll have one when I get back to Woodsboro.”

Nurse Rosario looks between you, a little confused. But she doesn’t protest.

“Alright,” She says, “Your call. I’ll go get some fresh gauze and I’ll be back in five.”

Tara’s seething when she leaves.

An all too familiar darkness settles behind her eyes.

She hops out of the bed, leaving you wincing at the way the bed shakes.

“That was so unprofessional,” She says, with indignation on her face as she looks over to you, “Did you hear that, baby? She wanted to get you naked.”

“She wanted to give me a bath because she’s a nurse and that’s her job.” You correct, but Tara isn’t listening to you.

She glares out the window, looking over to Nurse Rosario who’s compiling medical supplies at one of the nurses stations.

“A bath? Right before you’re about to be transferred to a new hospital?” Tara says, “It’s outrageous.”

“I’m sure it’s standard procedure, babe.” You say, voice tired.

It's too early for this. You don't have enough morphine for this.

She bites her lip, then looks over to you.

“She’s not touching you,” Tara tells you, voice hot, “Who knows what kind of perverted pleasure she’s getting out of it. I’m changing your bandages myself-”

“You are not." You say immediately.

Tara whirls around.

“But, babe-” Tara whines.

“No, Tara.” You say, voice final, “Go sit over there and be quiet. If you say anything rude to Nurse Rosario you’re not sleeping with me tonight. You’ll have to make yourself a bed in the waiting room.”

Tara stares.

Her eyes narrow, like she’s about to call your bluff.

“Don’t make me call Sam.” You threaten.

That does it.

Tara’s bottom lip juts out in a pout, but she does what she’s told. With all the energy of a toddler being told they can’t have their favorite snack, she stomps over to Sam’s vacant chair and sets herself down.

For good measure, she offers you a glare to signal how unhappy she is.

“Alright,” Nurse Rosario says, fresh bandage in hand, with all the pleasantness of someone who didn’t have to partake in the last thirty seconds of conversation, “Let’s get you fixed up, sweetie.”

When Sam comes back, coffee in hand, Nurse Rosario is wrapping a fresh bandage around your torso.

Tara’s glaring at her, arms crossed.

The tension in the room is palpable, and you’re a little concerned Nurse Rosario feels it too.

“Sam, why don’t you and Tara go get some breakfast?” You suggest.

Sam looks over at Tara.

“No.” Says Tara, teeth clenched.

Sam sets her coffee down on the table. There are bags under her eyes, no doubt from her makeshift chair-bed.

She looks far too tired to deal with her storm-cloud sister.

“Come on, Tara,” Sam urges, quietly, “We’ll go get YN a blueberry muffin or something. The food here looks awful.”

She shoots a look at the nurse.

“No offense.”

“None taken,” Chuckles Nurse Rosario. She makes the finishing touches on your new bandage, “There we go, all done.”

She squeezes your hip, lightly.

Tara doesn’t miss it. Her eyes go wide in outrage, as if Nurse Rosario has just leaned in and planted a kiss to your lips.

“Thanks, Nurse Rosario.” You say, hurriedly, racking your brain to think of something for Tara to do before she stands up and tackles the nurse, “Baby, can you get me some water, please?”

“I’ll get you water.” Says Nurse Rosario, helpfully.

“I’m her girlfriend, I’ll get it.” Growls Tara. She all but snatches the carafe from the nurse's hand.

You close your eyes and sigh.

“Thanks, Nurse Rosario,” Intervenes Sam. She all but pushes the confused Nurse out the door in an effort to get rid of her, “We’ll let you know if we need anything else.”

Sam turns back into the room.

You look mad, almost as mad as Tara.

Sam purses her lips, and decides within seconds she doesn’t want to be part of this conversation. If you could walk without wincing, you'd do the same.

“I’ll… go get some more coffee.” Sam mumbles, sounding resigned. She sees herself out before you can get a word in.

Tara circles your bed like a shark in bloody water.

“Baby,” You say, voice pinched as she leans in and presses a possessive kiss to the top of your head, “That was so not cool-”

Tara leans back, her eyebrows furrowed. She looks confused.

“Are you mad at me?” She asks, disbelievingly, “You’re mad at me for defending your honor?”

“You weren’t defending my honor, Tara, you were being jealous and possessive-”

“Protective.” Tara corrects. She blinks, hurt rising behind her eyes, “You’re mad at me for protecting you?”

You sigh, pinching your nose with your fingertips.

She just doesn't get it.

“Are we seriously going to fight right now because of her?” Tara asks, voice high, “Is this because you think I have a crush on her? You’re punishing me?”

“No, Tara,” You say, voice hot, “You were rude. For no reason. Possessive. For no reason. Do you seriously think that married woman in her forties is interested in me?”

“Everybody else is,” Tara says, voice sharp, “Chase, Aaron, Sadie, Amber, Wes. I feel like I have to fight off the entire town just to keep you.”

“Baby.” You sigh.

The anger drains out of your body.

You know it’s not her fault, it’s just the way she is. But sometimes, times like these, it’s like she’s not even trying.

It’s like she’s just letting The Rage take over.

You sigh.

“Come here.” You murmur, gesturing to the spot next to you.

She doesn’t give you time to change your mind. She climbs into the spot next to you, settling her head against your chest, big brown eyes wide as they look up at you.

You press a kiss to her forehead and tangle your fingers in her hair.

“We talked about this,” You say quietly, “I told you, Tara. You’re the only person I want to be with.”

“But what if you change your mind?” Tara says, voice small, “What if one day I’m not looking and you decide you want to be with someone like her? Someone normal. Someone… not like me.”

She blinks. Her eyes swim with fear.

You lean down and kiss her, softly. Her eyes flutter shut.

“That’s not going to happen,” You say, voice firm.

“You don’t know that.”

“I know that, or I wouldn’t say it.”

“But what if you change your mind?”

She’s staring up at you, eyes flitting between yours, searching for reassurance.

“Do you think I would put up with all your bullshit if I wasn’t sure?” You say, trying to keep your tone light. She’s impossible when she gets like this. Needy. Antsy. Searching for validation in your words that’s never good enough.

Usually, you’d use your body to console her.

That always seems to work.

But now, in a hospital bed with a three inch stab wound in your stomach, you’ll have to talk. Like a healthy couple.

A couple that has never been the two of you.

She frowns, slightly. You watch as her guard draws up.

“You seem to like my bullshit when it suits you.” She snipes, the tips of her ears turning red in anger, “You seem to like me being possessive when I’m fucking you. But what? You don’t like it in real life?”

She sits up and pulls away from you.

“Tara-”

“No, babe.” She says, climbing back out of the bed, “That’s just not how it works. I can’t turn it off, don’t you understand?”

Her eyes are wide, desperate.

“I do understand, baby,” You say. You sit up, wincing as it tugs at your stitches, “I know and I’m trying to help you. Please, come lay back down.”

But her arms are crossed.

Her anger has been redirected towards you.

It’s not the fiery kind of anger she reserves for everyone else. It’s pouty. Cold.

Silent treatment for hours kind of cold.

You lean across the bed and try to grab her hand but she pulls back.

“Tara.” You groan, “Honey, please.”

“I think I’m going to go find Sam,” Tara says, “I don’t want to subject you to anymore of my bullshit.”

She sits down, angrily shimmies her feet into her converse.

“Don’t leave mad, babe, please-” You beg but she’s committed to her dramatic storm out.

She does this sometimes. Through and through a drama queen.

And you do the only thing you know will stop her from leaving.

You swing your legs over the bed and try to follow.

A sharp pain ripples through your body. You can't muffle your gasp. She whirls around, stormy eyes widening as she sees.

“What are you doing?” She hisses, hurrying back over, icy façade melted within moments, “Get back into bed.”

Her arms are around your shoulders, trying to lift you back into the bed. You let her resettle you, clinging onto her bicep.

“You’re not getting out of this conversation,” You tell her, “Either you come back into bed and we talk or I’ll follow you down the hall and bleed all over the floor.”

Tara huffs.

“Your little girlfriend would love that,” She says, under her breath, “Give her another chance to put her hands all over you.”

“This is exactly what I’m talking about, babe.” You say. She tries to withdraw, but you grip onto her tighter, “You’re jealous and there’s nothing to be jealous about.”

“I can’t help it-” She tries again, sounding aggravated.

You grip her hand, touch soft, “I know, baby. I know it’s not your fault.”

She eyes you suspiciously, like she’s not sure why you’re suddenly on her side.

“Don’t be mad at me, Tara,” You say, reaching out to touch her cheek, “I don’t want to fight. We don’t fight. We’re too in love, remember?”

“You started it.” Tara says, voice gruff, like she has to have the last word.

You let her have it.

Try to pull her down once more. This time, she doesn’t resist. She lets you settle her against your chest, careful not to touch your wound. You press a long kiss against her head and scrape your fingers under the hem of her shirt, just wanting to touch her skin.

You watch her for a quiet moment.

Her heart is pounding, you can feel it through her shirt. Her skin is clammy, her cheeks still red. She’s in fight or flight mode, the way she always is when The Rage gets bad like this. You rub her back gently, trying to soothe her.

“When I passed out, I had a weird dream.” You murmur. Her breathing is ragged, and you know she’s still a little upset, but she looks up at you anyway. Gives you her full attention, the way she always does.

“What kind of weird dream?” She asks, eyebrows knit.

“I saw Chase,” You say. You grip her a little tighter, “And Wes. I talked to them.”

“Oh.” Says Tara. She’s blinking, like she’s not sure where this is going, “What did you talk about?”

“My subconscious.” You say, weak smile on your face, “I think he was my subconscious. I think they both were.”

You press another kiss to the top of her head.

She’s calmer now, her heartbeat slowed to match yours.

You thread your fingers through her hair, scratch her scalp fondly.

“I’ve been trying to work out what it meant,” You admit, “Dreams always mean something, right?”

“Not always,” Says Tara, nose crinkled, “I had a dream last night I turned into a bee and you thought I’d died.”

You snort.

She whacks you, gently, but a smile blooms on her face.

“It’s not funny,” She says, “You had a funeral for me and everything. Sam was inconsolable.”

“Do you often have dreams like that?” You ask, a little curious, “Dreams that separate you from me?”

She’s quiet.

“Yeah.” She says, quietly, “They’re usually more violent. But they’re all the same.”

She blinks up at you, pretty brown eyes mournful, “I lose you and you move on without me.”

“Babe,” You say, touching her cheek, “I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”

She closes her eyes at your touch. For a moment, she looks a little sad.

You lean down and press a kiss to her lips.

And then pull back, a little hesitant.

“My parents want me to see a therapist,” You say, biting your lip, “At first, I said no because I didn’t think… I didn’t want to say too much, but now I think they’re right.”

She stares up at you. You half expect her to get mad again. Withdraw from you and leave the room in a huff. But she doesn’t, she just watches, quietly.

You swallow.

“I want you to come with me,” You say, softly, “It might help. We can put The Rage to bed for once and for all.”

Her lips tilt.

She offers you a sad smile.

“There’s no getting rid of The Rage, babe,” She says, “Don’t you think my parents tried? I’ve been to every therapist within a fifty mile radius. But it doesn’t help. I’m just… bad. Wired wrong, that’s what my Mom always said.”

She looks so small.

You tilt your arms around her, protectively.

“Your Mom’s a self-obsessed idiot,” You tell her, “She doesn’t know you. Not like I know you. You’re not bad, you’re just…”

She quirks an eyebrow.

“Misguided,” You settle, “Your intentions are good, baby, you just… need some help.”

“You’re helping me,” She mumbles into your chest, “I don’t need anyone else. Before you knew I would have killed that nurse for what she did just now.”

Your heart flips. Not in a good way.

You hate when you’re reminded of the things she’s done for you.

“The killing is only half the problem,” You say, and she furrows her brow, looking up at you again, “Okay, maybe seventy-five percent of the problem. But it’s just a symptom. A manifestation of the source.”

You rub her back.

“And I need it too, babe. I need to process everything. What you did. What I did.”

“And how are you supposed to do that without revealing everything?” Tara asks, quietly, “Babe, this isn’t like talking about depression or something, we’re talking about murder.”

You rub your eyes, suddenly tired.

“I don’t know,” You confess, “Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe I’ll talk to someone and it won’t help. But I have to try. And I want you to try too.”

You kiss the top of her head once more.

“Will you do it, babe? For me?”

You look into her eyes, searchingly. She’s hesitant, you can tell by the way she’s frowning, only slightly.

But then she softens, snuggling back into your chest.

“I’d do anything for you,” She admits, quietly, “Surely you know that by now.”

Your heart soars.

You curl your hand around the back of her neck.

Her heart has slowed to a steady pulse. Her eyes are closed. The Rage is gone. You press a final kiss to the top of her head, scratch your fingers lightly along the back of her neck.

You know her moods better than anything. Better than the tides of the moon or the intricate weave of the stars. In her eyes, Nurse Rosario is a villain she’s fought and conquered. She’s won, just by being here and having you under her. By having you whisper words of reassurance to her lips.

Nurse Rosario is a non-factor.

So you decide to keep the mood light.

“Anything, huh?” You murmur, eyes sparking with mischief, “I guess this is a bad time to ask for a threesome with my new favorite nurse?”

Her head jerks up.

Her eyes spark, but they settle the moment she sees the smile on your lips.

Her eyes narrow and she huffs, dropping back down to curl into your chest.

“You’re a fucking jerk,” She grumbles.

You kiss her once more.

“We’ll talk about it in therapy.” You smile.

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second, never first

chris x fem!reader

summary - you grew up hating one guy all of high school but suddenly become friends, but as time goes on feelings develop, only its one sided.

warnings - swearing, kissing, use of y/n, mention of family issues, fluff, underage drinking and partying

word count - 1k??

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“really?” i smile and chris nods.

i squeal and hug chris as he agrees to going to the party with me and kiss his cheek before i go up to his room and get changed. i dont bother picking out a nice outfit as i only have very limited clothing in the bag i packed.

me and chris both finish getting ready and we get in his truck and drive the the liquor store that everyone underage goes to.

“can you just get me something fruity please.” i say the the guy working at the store. he nods and grabs me a 6 pack of coolers and i get a few beers for chris even though he is driving.

“aw you thought of me.” he sarcastically says as i show him the beers i bought.

“technically i didnt do much considering i had to use your money because my fucking wallet is at home.” i roll my eyes. “its ok kid i will probably only drink one of these tonight anyways i cant actually get drunk if your drinking. we know how that turned out last time.” he laughs.

“oh i bet you find that funny.” i say leaning over the middle console and kiss him. “whats that for?” he questions as no one is around to see us. “good luck?” i shrug and we both smile. he leans in for another and i get comfortable as he drives to the party.

“kid please be safe, i will be with you all night just be careful with what you drink.” chris says parking on the street near the party. i nod as i feel like im 4 years old getting a lecture from a parents. we both crack open a drink and go in for a cheers “cheers to this being our first party as a fake couple.” i grin. we clink our drinks and then sip. getting out of the car chris scurries over to my side and opens my door for me and helps me out.

we walk into the party and it immediately smells of sweat, alcohol and weed. perfect.

chris’ pov

i fucked up, so bad.

one second she was cuddled up to my side drink in one hand and the other wrapped around me. the next she is so drunk she cant stand. “kid how the fuck does this happen twice now?” i ask.

she doesnt respond as i help her in to the back seat with help from matt. “thank you bro ill see you back home.” i say to matt. “oh my god chris!” y/n says point at matt, “wrong boy babe.” i chuckle and she turns to look at me, “ohhhhh matt, have you seen my boyfriend!” she whispers the last bit while winking and grinning ear to ear. “teach your girl how to drink next time.” matt chuckles and i buckle her in to the seat and close the door, “i know but she has been through a rough couple of days she needed to let loose.”

leaving matt and nick at the party i drive y/n home. she stayed quiet on the drive home, probably asleep. we get to my house and i open the back door. “im drunk not a baby.” she slurs her words sitting up. “well you sure get drunk and act like a baby.” i reply and she rolls her eyes. “hey your mean.” she pouts as i lift her out of the truck, bending down and lifting her over my shoulder “hey let go of me!” she exclaims lightly hitting my back and i laugh at her drunken state.

walking in to my house and gently laying her on my couch. “be quiet my parents are home ok.” i say leaning over her. she gives me a thumbs up while her eyes are closed. i close the front door and take my shoes off and walk over to y/n and kneel down to take her shoes off. “oh sorry mister hands off!” she mumbles, “i need to take your shoes off so you can go to bed.” i chuckle. “i am a taken women, hands off.” she whisper yells. “your taken are you?” i decide to play along and continue removing her shoes. “yep, my boyfriend will kill you if he knew you were taking my shoes off.” she grins.

“whos your boyfriend?” i ask, “chris. hes the best you would love him. hes not nice to everyone i mean he wasnt even nice to me for a bit but he is the best!” she explains. i pause at what she said, i wasnt nice to her.

“why wasnt he nice to you?”

“he would always tease me in school you know but now hes the most amazing boy i know.”

shit.

im the worst.

“well im sure he feels really bad for that.” i say getting up and putting he shoes in the closet. i walk over to her and kiss her on the forehead, “cmon lets get you upstairs.” i grunt sitting her up. “chris!” she says and a childish grin appears on her face. “where did you go?” she mumbles as she wraps her arms around my neck and my hands go to her waist.

“never left kid” i say lifting her up and walking upstairs. i set her down at my doorway and she walks over to my bed clearly ready for some sleep. “you gonna sleep in jeans?” i say running over to my closet and putting on a pair of pyjama pants. she shakes her head and i toss her a pair of my boxers and a one of my shirts to sleep in. “can you change yourself tonight?” i say and she nods and hiccups.

“turn around please.” she asks and i oblige. “all done.”

i turn around and walk towards my bed shutting the lights off and turning on my low led strips. joining her in bed and turning on a show to fall asleep to. shes turns around to face me. “chris,” she begins “hmm?”

“im really in love with you, like a lot alot.” she mumbles. “your drunk pretty girl.”

“i mean it.” she says and i look at her. “if you can tell me this tomorrow when your not drunk then i while believe it.” i chuckle my heart beating fast at her words.

she cuddles in to my side throwing her arm over my bare chest and i begin drawing circles on it. “do you?”

“do i what.” i look down at her. “love me?”

“you find out that answer tomorrow if your being truthful.” i say looking forward at the tv. she sighs in deafeat and lays her head on my chest and quickly drifts off to sleep.

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