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#none of you call this cheesy I love it so much
heartshapedcaskett · 2 years
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Just a compilation of one of my favorite 1960s-1970s novelties. The honeymoon suite featuring heart shaped bathtubs and panel mirrors
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celesterayel · 3 months
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something out of my dreams | luke castellan
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pairing : luke castellan x dionysus!reader
request: could you possibly write a luke x daughter of dionysus please? maybe she’s like super nice and when percy gets to camp she becomes like an older sister and luke is super whipped for her? @elz-zalarrr
IN WHICH — all he knows is that you were something out of his dreams.
"trust him like a brother, yeah, you know i did one thing right. starry eyes sparkin' up my darkest night" - t.s.
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warning(s) : cheesiness ゜✭・.
✩ ‧₊˚ author's note okay i've begun to realize that low-key i feel like i write in cursive if that makes sense? if a feeling could describe it i'd say its like using poetry to write? that's likely not any better lol :)
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there was but one person that everyone could agree they adored at camp half blood.
it didn't matter what grudge who had with whom or what ancient rivalries transcended the ideals of reality, everyone loved you. not the typical type of brittle love that crumbled at the slightest of touches, but pure adoration that endured the sands of time.
you with the gentle soul, who healed others with each laugh and smile. when new half-godlings were brought to camp, you made sure to comfort them and make them understand that they belonged here and would find a home whether they wanted to or not. you made sure that no birthday was forgotten, no deed undone.
children of minor gods or elders, of Ares or Aphrodite, you became an older sister to all who needed you. you, the daughter of fertility and chaos, the god dionysius.
there was no debate that at camp half blood there was only a before you and an after you. you were like that high right before the free fall–invincibility and smoke and curiosity wrapped into the form of a demi-god. you were the gentle breeze during summer nights when the heat became too much. and none ached more to feel it than luke castellan, who had been burning for as long as he knew.
your relationship in itself was tentative, you danced around your feelings–scared one wrong touch or word would break the shaky, fine line that lay between you two. but you could not hide the way you loved the other to yourselves nor the children of the beings of divine blood. 
luke castellan loved you like the stars would fall out of the sky with one harsh touch, free and incandescently self-destructive. like you were a wild, wonderful thing out of a fantasy.
you loved him like there was no hell or heaven but the cosmos that lay in his eyes and the worlds that lay in his soul. something so sacred and rare. a love so true and mortal it put all the greek tragedies to shame. 
you knew that whatever you and him were made of, in every lifetime or the next you two were made for each other. 
loving luke castellan would be both your redemption and destruction in the making, your elysium for whatever good thing you had done in your previous life. 
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you first met percy jackson when he came to camp, he was a scared little thing who had just lost his mother when the veil between reality and deception flickered. everything he’d known came crumbling as quickly as the truth was uncovered: gods and monsters were real and played games of hell and heaven on earth. some thing about him called out to the vulnerability you once knew when you first came to camp so you made it your mission to be the sister he never had. 
you met him at the front of the steps of the main office, “my name is y/n, percy jackson. welcome to camp halfblood.”
“do you just somehow know everyones name,” he raised his eyebrows at you. 
“yes.” no, but you supposed it’d be fun to let him think that. 
“of course you do.”
“come along, i’ll show the ins and outs here. if you're nice enough, i might let you in on the cook's secret stash of blue ice cream,” you laughed out.
he contemplated his choices before grabbing your outstretched hand and shaking it, “deal.”
you showed him who to avoid and the best people to befriend. the history between your kind and why the gods were as they were. the truth behind his bloodline and the legacy that he was now responsible for. the tribulations and the pain that was cursed to follow the children of the gods. 
“and this is chris. the best person to ask if you need to know what plants are poisonous,” you say, introducing him to a guy with black hair and soft eyes. 
percy looks at chris before looking around to see where the hermes boy is, “we’ve met. he was with luke when he was showing me around”
you’re cheeks heated at the mention of his name; looking around to see if you can spot the familiar tan skin and soft eyes that belong to your luke. 
“oh! luke! yeah, he’s around here somewhere. he’s sly like that, wandering and then popping up the next second.”
a voice pipes up behind you suddenly, “y/n, already telling percy everything about me?” 
you whirl around and there he stands in all his glory with the curls you love and the sun in his eyes. your golden boy.
“just telling him the truth, castellan. you’re hard to get a hold of sometimes.”
a hue of pink covers his cheeks, “i’m never far from you.”
both of you oblivious to percy and chris who seem to be conversing about you both and the tip-toe dance you play. 
percy just wonders what’s happening here: firstly, luke is looking at you like you’ve hung the moon and the stars and that’s saying something because he has shit observation skills–his analysis essays can attest to that. secondly, he swears he can see hearts in his eyes from where he’s standing and is that…is that a blush?
he turns to chris, who is just staring at the two like it's not out of the normal for what’s happening, “what’s happening here? is he blushing?”
chris just nods, “yeah. luke’s kinda–very obviously to everyone–in love with y/n. if i didn’t know better i’d say she’s gotten him insane in love. very likely as her dad’s the god of insanity.”
he turns back to the two who are laughing and standing closer than before, “like super, super in love. if there was a word for love, luke’s found it”
“huh.” 
chris says it like it’s common knowledge like how the best food is blue jelly beans, “i mean i ship it, y/n’s the sweetest person around here–the type of person people write songs about. she’s like a sister to us older ones and a mother to the younger ones. the whole camp is waiting for him to just man up and ask y/n. they make each other happy, you know?”
“yeah, i think i do.” 
percy thinks it’s something the poets would write about.
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fridays are capture the flag days.
you’re not the type of person to engage in these types of games all that often but you suppose there’s a first time for everything. someone’s got to show the percy boy how it’s played. 
“okay, percy. remember, keep your senses open and make sure that no one gets close enough to engage. once they engage, it’s hard to fight them off.”
all around you two, people have begun to don their armor and raise arms. the sun has just reached its height and you’re huddled together discussing your gameplan. even though your cabin house is pretty small, you’ve joined athena and hermes for this game. 
percy’s voice rises a little high as he tries swinging his sword around only to drop it, “yeah, okay. i’ll just try not to die, i guess. that’s not like hard or anything.”
“just follow my lead and if i’m not here find luke.”
you're not exactly excited about percy’s odds. the kid is lanky as is and his sassiness doesn’t help him out much when others target him for it. 
that’s exactly why you’re gone to his rescue when he nearly gets hit in the face by a spear after he insulted one of the boys from house ares. 
your heel nearly buckles under a sharp hit after you block the attack that’s directed to percy. you manage to reset your heel and push the sword off before you drop down into a crouch and sweep the legs of the warrior in front of you.
unfortunately you're slightly too focused on what’s in front of you and protecting percy you don’t realize that someones charging toward you from the side. 
fortunately, a block from a familiar sword stops any attack that might meet you head on. no sooner do you hear the block that luke’s got the other guy on the floor and surrendering. 
you grin at him, “i had that handled.”
giving you that grin that makes you feel like your future's right in front of you, he replies: “i’m sure you did. but why let you deal with him when i can save you the trouble.” 
“why don’t you go and help annabeth win the games, romeo.”
he gives you a wink, throwing a quick ‘yes ma’am’ before he’s already running off again. 
no sooner than later, a quick gong resounds throughout the camp, concluding the games. you’re standing slightly battered while percy walks behind you pointing out all the flowers he’s found. you definitely need to teach him how to defend himself. 
the players are just trickling in for the woods they’ve been fighting in to reband together and in the distance you see a figure running toward you. 
holding onto the flag, he continues to look at you like you’re everything he’s ever needed to breathe. he’s taken his helmet off and you can finally see him fully: brown eyes and all dimples.
“see you’ve found the flag.”
he takes a couple of steps closer to you until only two steps separate him and you, “yeah, someone told me to go win the game so I did just that for her”.
“really now?”
he whispers, “yeah.” 
his eyes twinkle and you’ve never wanted anything more than to continue to stare at them. 
you hope he’ll make the next move but luke castellan, the boy you’ve fallen for in every lifetime, is always content to admire you.
so, you take those two next steps, grab him by his neck, and press your lips to his. 
he stands shocked for a minute, wondering if what’s happening is really happening. but no sooner, he’s dropped the flag on the grass and holds you like your the greatest treasure he’s ever had.
there’s a certain type of tragedy that your golden boy tastes like, fire and freedom all in this moment. it’s the price of redemption and damnation that you’re willing to pay. 
to him, it’s the stars aligning like you’d will them to–the power you held and every thing he’s ever needed. your his past, future, and present: the threads in his life giving him the one thing he’s ever wanted. something he’s only ever dreamed of. 
he pulls back slightly before murmuring, “in every lifetime or the next, i am yours. i don’t know what i did to deserve you. you’re something only out of my dreams, y/n.”
"you sap"
you just kiss him again, ignoring all the campers and those still trickling in. 
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“definitely a child of dionysius. she’s reduced him to insanity,” pipes up percy as he tears off the petals of the flower he holds in his hand. 
chris just grabs a flower and continues to rip the petals off like the boy beside him. 
“damn straight!” shouts luke toward the two.
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wzy3ka · 5 months
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Random kisses ೀ - N.RK
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Bf!Riki x fem!reader w.c- 0.8k
Warnings- none just fluff
You prank Riki by randomly kissing him throughout the day.
You woke up with the feeling emptiness beside you. You kept patting the empty side next to you trying to cuddle your boyfriend.
You groaned as you sat up and rubbed your eyes tiredly. You looked around still trying to look for your boyfriend, but he was still no where to be found.
"Ki" You mumbled trying to summon the man, you groaned once again and got up.
You stepped into the bathroom and began brushing your teeth. While brushing your teeth you scrolled through TikTok.
You came across this video of a girl kissing her boyfriend randomly throughout the day.
You chuckled and stopped.
‘That looks fun’ you thought as you began to think of it. 'Should I do it?' You thought again as you began to rinse your mouth.
You walked back to your room while still thinking about it. 'Imma do it' you thought smirking as you made your way downstairs.
On your way you smelled a delicious smell and you immediately recognised it.
PANCAKES!
You hurried your way down the rest of the stairs and made your way to the kitchen.
You arrived at your destination aka the kitchen and saw your boyfriend flipping the pancakes with airpods in his ear bopping his head to the music he was listening to.
You giggled and made your way to him, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your head on his back, you felt him getting startled.
"You scared me" He said chuckling,
"Goodmorning" You said still resting your head on his back.
"Morning, okay love I'm gonna need you to move so I don't burn this house down" He said putting his free hand over yours.
You moved away and stood to his side, you stared at his side for a while and pecked his lips.
He looked at you with shockness but turned back to flip the pancakes quick before they burn.
"That was random" He said putting the pancakes on a plate.
"Come on" He said placing the plates on the dinning table.
You strolled over to the dinning table "Thank you" You said and pecked his cheek.
You both sat down and began eating. "What are you doing today?" You asked stuffing pancakes into your mouth.
"Jake hyung wanted us to hangout a little, so I'll probably be there for a few hours and come back so don't miss me much" He teased "Don't worry, I won't" You teased back.
A few hours passed and Riki went out with his friends.
You were sitting on the couch boredly, suddenly your best friend called.
"HANNI!" You yelled as soon as she picked up "Y/N!” She screamed back.
"What are you doing?" She asked "Not doing anything tbh, but I am doing a prank on Riki" You said giggling at the thought of it.
"What prank?" She asked "Well, it's a little cheesy but it's basically kissing your significant other randomly throughout the day" You said fiddling with your fingers
"OH! That's cute, tell me his reaction tomorrow, oh shit I have to go my Mom needs me. Bye bestie" She said as you also said your goodbye.
A few more hours passed and you heard the front door click open.
You shot your head up and saw a cheerful Riki entering.
You ran towards him and embraced him in a tight hug.
"I missed you" You muffled as you snuggled in the crook of his neck.
"I told you don't miss me too much" He said playing with your hair.
You both went to your bedroom and sat on the bed in eachothers embrace.
You looked up at him and randomly kissed him, he was shocked but soon melted into the kiss.
You pulled away and rested your head back on his chest. "What's with you today?" He said patting your head.
"Nothing" You shortly answered.
He then got up to make some ramen for the both of you to snack on.
You decided to follow him to the kitchen to watch him. You went beside him and pecked his neck, he giggled feeling ticklish.
You chuckled and pecked his cheek this time,
"Y/n, you good?" He asked reverting his attention from the ramen to you.
"Yeah, I just miss you" You replied clinging onto his side.
He looked at you weirdly but ignored. Now the both of you were sat on the couch with the bowls of ramen in your hands.
Riki put his bowl on his lap trying to find something to watch while eating.
You took this opportunity to sit on his lap.
You took his bowl from his lap to your hands and sat on his lap with both bowls in both hands.
Riki looked at you with shockness, then chuckled. "Do you need something ?" He asked eyeing you suspiciously.
"No" You replied shortly and handed him his bowl of ramen.
You were now resting your back on his chest still sat on his lap, you looked up at him and kissed his jaw, he looked down at you and smiled softly.
"Now, come here" He said flipping you over and tickling you, he stopped and pecked you all over your face.
And the night went on with many giggles.
Ty for reading!!🫶🏻💌
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mrchiipchrome · 24 days
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The Museum
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W.C. - 5.2 k
this is so the 'pookie looks absolutely fire' tiktok couple coded
thank you to the anon that requested this, much love to you:)
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The skittles made a crunching sound as your molars bit down on them, it was an every day snack for you, tasting the rainbow more often than not. It was a relatively new habit, but when your ex had broken up with you, you promised yourself to become a better person.
It obviously had to be you who had something wrong with them, otherwise she wouldn’t have fallen in love with someone else and out of love with you. Quitting smoking was the first thing on your agenda, hence the skittles.
The next thing was to get away from the small southern town in Texas, move so far away that you left the country entirely. The only thing you’d taken with you on the plane was a carryon with 2 changes of clothes, your cowboy hat and a dream of bettering your life.
The third thing you bettered was your health, going out for a run every morning through the streets of London, going to the gym after work, doing push-ups before bed. It worked wonders, the tips you got from the ladies at the bar where you worked were simply incredible.
The fourth thing you wanted to improve was your cultural knowledge, the exact reason why you were standing in the middle of a museum, old renaissance paintings in every corner of the large room. It was something you appreciated, none of that modern bullshit where people just taped a banana to a canvas and called it art, it was back from when people actually painted.
Your hand slipped down your body into your jacket pocket, fetching another piece of candy, although a voice speaking up from your right startled you nearly enough for you to drop it back into the bag.
“You’re not supposed to eat in museums, you know?” The woman had a foreign dialect, just like you. You guessed it was from somewhere in the middle of Europe, maybe Germany or any of the neighboring countries.
“It’s not a problem if you don’t tell on me, no one has to know.” She seems just as startled by your accent as you were by her speaking to you, her cheeks dusted with a light pink at the wink you sent her.
“What are you going to do if I tell them? Take me back to your ranch on your horse?” The mystery woman teases, obviously making fun of the accent and the cowboy hat sitting perched on your head. In response you laugh under your breath, shaking your head in amusement.
“I’m afraid that I left the ranch back in Texas, Miss. All I have here is a small one bedroom apartment.” She looks up at you through the side of her eye, her half smile distracting you more than you’d like to admit. Her brows knit together when she notices a security guard eying the two of you curiously and her elbow digs into your ribs when you once again reach for the skittles in your pocket.
“Nice hat, my friend would be jealous.” You nod in agreement, plucking the stetson off your head and turning it around in your hand. In a brief moment of stupidity, you place the cowboy hat on the pretty stranger’s head, it falling down the front of her face to cover her eyes. It’s frankly adorable, the way she brings her hand up to push it back to the crown of her head.
The reassuring smile on her face tells you that she approves of your action, a relief to your entire being. She takes her phone out of her back pocket, turning it on and snapping a picture of you both, the cowboy hat still perched on top of her head.
In response, you snap a picture of her alone, the woman posing like a cowboy would for you. She was going to be the wallpaper of your phone for a while, even though you didn’t even know her name.
“So, do you have a name or am I just going to have to call you mine?” The cheesy pickup line just slips out, not at all consciously, it was like instinct took over, a pretty girl was to be flirted with.
“I wouldn’t mind being called yours, but for now you can call me Lia.” The woman doesn’t seem uncomfortable by your advances, in fact she embraces them, teasing smile telling you that she found it amusing how worried you got over a simple pickup line.
“Lia, a beautiful name for an even more gorgeous girl.” She gains her pink tint back, the compliment likely the cause of her blush. It wasn’t like she never got complimented, it was just the attractive zing your accent put over the words that made them feel more sincere.
“And how about you? A name attached to that pretty face?” Now it was your turn to blush at the other woman’s words, her lips splitting into a full toothed smile.
“Y/n. Y/n Y/l/n.” You imitate Bond to introduce yourself, sticking your hand out for her to take, a firm handshake and the tip of an imaginary hat letting her know who exactly it is you are. 
“Good to know my future last name.” She winks at you and the blush that’s already covering your face deepens significantly. The insinuation that you were to marry the girl beside you too much for your poor little heart to take. 
She starts to walk away from you and towards another section of the room, looking back over her shoulder when she realizes that you weren’t right beside her, walking. Waving her hand in a “come here” motion, you quickly catch up with the older woman. 
“So, why skittles? Is there not any other sweet you’d rather have?” She asks as you match her slow rhythm of steps, your hands shoved in the pockets of your coat with your arms forming loops. Lia threads one of her arms through yours, leaning her head on your shoulder, standing still all of a sudden to look at a painting. It didn’t feel like you’d just met, like you’d just introduced yourselves to one another, it felt like you’d known each other for decades, easily slipping into being comfortable with each other.
You gaze at her as she looks at the painting, making sure to map out all her gorgeous features and commit them to memory. She was like a breath of fresh air in a world of polluted oxygen.
“First of all it’s called candy, not sweets, candy. Secondly, they’re amazing for when you want to stop smoking.” Her cheek smushes against your shoulder as she turns her head to look up at you, her eyebrows scrunched together adorably.
“You were a smoker?” You feel the strong urge to place a peck atop her lips, soft and warm against your own. But in the end you resist, you’d only just met the woman for god’s sake, you don’t want to make her uncomfortable. Her eyes hold so many emotions that you just can’t read.
“Yeah, only for about a year. My ex stressed me out so much that I felt it was the easiest way to deal with it. But when she broke up with me, I decided to get my life back together, moved here, got a job at a bar and that’s it. That’s why I’m here.” Lia listens intensively at the story you’re telling her, the way she looks at you suggests that she’s hanging off your every last syllable.
“So no more smoking at all for you?” You puff your chest up, proudly displaying the grin on your face and your now discolored tongue. Lia looks on in amusement at your actions, a grin that could light up an opera house on her face. 
“Nope, I’m never picking up a cigarette again.” The amusement turns into a sort of profound proud feeling, a feeling that she definitely shouldn’t be feeling for what is practically a stranger. A stranger that in the matter of a mere hour had worked their way into her heart and made themselves home.
“Good, I’m really happy for you.” The softened look on Lia’s face makes you blush, it was the way most people looked at their loved ones. You couldn’t help but imagine what it would feel like to be one of her loved ones, how it would feel to see her first thing in the morning, to gaze into her tentative eyes and try to read her like a book just because you know exactly how it is she acts, how she feels at that exact moment, what she thinks.
At your faraway look Lia nudges you in the ribs, giggling at the embarrassed expression that occupies your face. Her giggle could only be described as a ray of sunlight, lighting the glum room up in seconds, giving it a golden glow.
The older woman doesn’t miss the fondness in your gaze as you watch her laugh, your own lips splitting into a smile and soon after a loud belly laugh bubbles up in your chest, welling out of your mouth like water out a dam. 
Only moments later the both of you are doubled over in laughter, tears slipping down your cheeks and arms crossed over your stomachs. Some scattered guests give you two dirty looks, as if you were peasants in a house full of royals, but they are counter effective because it only makes you and Lia laugh harder.
The security guard from earlier approaches you both as you drop down to the floor with a loud thump, Lia bursting out into an entire new fit of laughter as you try to catch your breath.
“Y/n, I’ve already let you get away with a lot today but this is your last strike. Up you get, I’ll escort you and your lady companion to the exit.” He speaks through his thick mustache, his round beer gut bobbing up and down with every word like he needed every fat covered muscle of his stomach to get the words out.
Small giggles escape you both as Lia and you are led out of the building by a firm grip around both of your arms. You both watch in amusement as the fat man gets winded walking back up the stairs he just led you down, bending over for a brief second at the top before disappearing back behind the door.
“So, I take it you know the security guard then?” She sounds a little out of breath as she speaks to you, flyaways sticking out of her bun, your hand itches to reach up and smooth them out, undo her bun and run your fingers through her hair. But you don’t. 
“Yeah, he’s my regular. Comes in every day and buys a pint after work, a good friend of mine he is. He lets me get away with eatin’ in there every time I come.” You stand right in front of the brunette, hands again in your pockets as you smile at her tentatively. Her hand comes up to rub at your arm, and you feel as though you were going to pass out at any moment, the electric feeling of her ring covered fingers touching your arm overwhelming in a good way.
“Ah, a museum nepo baby then.” You can tell that she’s joking by the way her eyebrows raise all the way up to her hairline, and you imitate her by doing the same thing. Another fit of giggles ensues, Lia looking directly into your eyes, holding eye contact for a prolonged amount of time.
It makes you nervous, her somewhat challenging gaze locking on your face for a moment longer than necessary. When she grasps your hands in hers you finally look back at her, meeting her tender gaze with your own.
“I really enjoyed today, I was hoping we could do it again sometime.” The older woman looks at you sheepishly, nearly nervously. You’re mesmerized by her gorgeous simplicity, simple smile grazing her lips as you nod, a recognisable warmth behind the hug she gives you, the quick kiss she places on your cheek haphazardly before walking away, not looking back to see your rose tinted cheeks.
It’s only when Lia has disappeared far behind the horizon that you realize that you have no way to contact her AND that she essentially got away with your favorite cowboy hat. You aren’t as distraught about your hat as you are about not getting her number, it was a dumbass move from you.
You drag your feet all the way back to your apartment, not knowing that only moments after you left the museum, the girl of your dreams ran back all the way to get your number. And like you, she dragged her feet all the way back to her apartment, sulking and questioning her own intelligence.
Arriving at the bar that evening was strange, you felt almost empty without the girl you’d met earlier that day, no light brown cowboy hat perched atop your head nor a beaming smile. It was weird to everyone around you, you always had that damned hat on, but now it was a completely different one, black with a few white accents.
“What happened to you? It looks like someone ran over your dog.” Your co-worker and best friend Marla asks, placing her hand on your shoulder softly as if you were to break if she did it any harder. Shaking your head, your other friend and co-bartender Jason comes up to rub your back softly, the comfort from both of your best friends loosening you up significantly and soon after you spill everything that had happened up to that point.
They were both smirking at you when you finished up the story, knowing that despite only just meeting the woman in the museum you were already in love. 
“So do you have a picture of this goddess who’s making you drop to your knees?” Marla asks you, looking knowingly at your other best friend, who in return wiggles his eyebrows at her. You knew something would happen between them soon, and you’d rather be in hell than to watch it.
“Yeah, just give me a quick sec.” Pulling out your phone, you quickly unlock it and enter the photo app, not needing to scroll as the most recent photo was of her, Lia.
“Girl, are you fucking with me?” You look at the dark skinned girl in confusion, her eyes widening as she realizes that you had no fucking clue who it was you had met. She looks to her ‘boyfriend’ quickly in shock, who looks back at her equally appalled.
“Are you telling me you don’t recognise her?” The moment you shake your head is when the green eyed boy facepalms, not believing your stupidity. “Not at all? You haven’t seen her before.” When you once again shake your head the man sighs in disappointment, all faith in your intelligence practically gone.
“Girl. That is Lia Wälti, you know one of the best midfielders in the country? Arsenal Women’s player.” Now it’s your turn to look shocked, not at all knowing that she was a footballer. All the times you’d gone over to Marla’s house to watch footy, she’d probably been injured.
“Are you fucking kidding me? I didn’t even recognise her.” You lean against the door, sliding your body down until you’re sitting flush on the floor, head in your hands. Jason places his hand on your shoulder, smiling softly at you as he tries to reassure your overwhelmed mind.
“Hey, man, it was probably a good thing that you didn’t recognise her. She knows that you’re not some crazed fan trying to kill her, eh?” Marla’s hand plucks your cowboy hat from your head and runs her fingers through your hair, your shared shift started in mere minutes and yet they were there, comforting you.
“I’m okay, just a bit shell shocked.” They both laugh, pulling you up by your hands and bringing you into a group hug, patting your back before Marla gives you your hat back, smacking both you and Jason’s asses before disappearing out to her office.
“You know, we have an extra ticket to the Arsenal game on Sunday, so I mean if you want to see her again then you’re welcome to join.” You smile at the man’s kindness, telling him that you’ll definitely take him up on his offer. You didn’t have a shift at the bar either way that day so spending it looking for your … well you didn’t really know what it was she is to you. All you know is that you wanted to see her again.
Two days later you find yourself sitting as close to the pitch as you possibly can, waiting for the North London derby to start. 
Lia is in the starting lineup, looking determined as she waits for the whistle signaling the start of the game to sound. The shrill noise cuts through the air and the game starts.
It’s physical right from the start, loads of pushing and shoving coming from both sides, red and white. There are a few times where you nearly jump to your feet as Lia gets pushed but the fact that your friends sat there right beside you made you choose not to.
At half time the score is the same as the beginning, nil-nil. Despite not knowing much about football you join in on analyzing the first half of the game, mentioning all the times Lia went down. Marla makes some ‘innocent’ comments about how you’d much rather have her ‘go down’ somewhere else. The blush that overtakes your face is enough for you to blend in with your jersey, the red of the Arsenal shirt the same shade as your face.
When the second half starts, you’re basically on your feet all the way through, cheering loudly when Alessia scores, meaning that the gunners were up one-nil.
It’s particularly hilarious when Lia finally notices you, a pause in the game meaning that she had the time to look around at the fully packed Emirates Stadium. When those eyes you love to gaze into meet yours for the first time since Friday, her face split open in a smile, a smile reaching all the way up to her eyes.
It looks like she has to physically restrain herself so that she doesn’t run over to you, her body shaking slightly as she calmly inches her way towards you, the cheers of the fans around you becoming louder as the player comes closer. Lia tunes them all out though as she looks at you, the only thing cutting through her trance being the whistle signaling the freekick being awarded. 
Lia looks back towards you as she walks in the direction of the group of players and you wink at her, even though she’s far away it seems like she saw it, the deep tint of red dusting her face definitely more than exertion from the game. 
When the three loud whistles sound throughout the arena, it explodes in cheers as Arsenal manage to keep their one-nil lead and in doing so make London red again. But you don’t even acknowledge the win when there’s a speeding Lia Wälti heading straight in your direction.
She only starts to slow down as she reaches the barrier which separates the fans from the pitch and players, with you standing up behind it to watch her come closer and closer with every quick step she takes.
Lia throws her arms around your torso when she comes close enough, the way that she had been longing for your touch had been driving her crazy in the days since you first met. She also knew that it wasn’t smart to do it all out in the open, fans and professionals alike were probably going to know everything about you within a few days. You didn’t seem to mind though, content with having her in your arms again.
Pulling away from her, you quickly take her face in your hands, looking her over to see if her face was scratched up from all the times she’d met the ground in the game. 
“Shit, darling, I think you spent more time on the ground in this game than on your feet. You ought to be more careful.” Your southern drawl is especially thick when you speak to her, the worry you’d experienced the entire game bubbling to the surface.
“I’m perfectly fine, I think you’re forgetting that I do this for a living.” She smiles at you reassuringly and you calm down fully, her hand placed on your arm a sure factor of it. Lia’s head turns to your side, looking directly at your friends who both send her starstruck looks. 
“Hi, I’m Lia.” The footballer smiles in their direction and they both remain in their seats, completely unmoving. She looks back to you concerned and in response you just laugh, they were apparently not expecting her to actually greet them. “Are they okay?” 
“I think they’re just a bit starstruck.” Gesturing towards their gaping mouths, Marla quickly slaps your hand away from her face, biting at the air to show you that she wasn’t afraid to bite.
“Oh okay, well do you think they want anything signed? I can ask the team, or maybe if you want we can go meet them?” Lia sounds unsure of herself, apparently doubting that her first impression on your friends was good.
“I think that they’d love that sweetheart. But judging from all the looks we’re getting from that same team, I do think they want you back.” You glance towards the women gathered in a clung in the middle of the pitch, all of them staring at you and Lia interacting. She sighs at their slightly invasive culture, but alas there wasn’t anything that she could do about it. When you smile and wave at them, you’re thoroughly amused when every single one of them repeats your actions back to you, some in confusion and some in amusement.
“A guard is going to tell you to follow him, just do as he says and we’ll meet again soon.” By that point the stadium was almost empty, everyone wanting to go home and brag about their team’s win over the archrival. So as Lia walks away from you, you’re totally free to stare at her ass, only stopping when Marla slaps your arm harshly.
“Did that just happen?” Jason asks shakily, running his hand down his face in embarrassment.
“You’re damn right it did.” You laugh at their stupid expressions, their embarrassment clear on their faces. “Well look on the bright side, y’all are going to meet the team.” With that their embarrassment turned into excitement, meeting their favourite athletes quickly turning their mood around.
“Y/n Y/l/n? Come with me and take your friends with you.” Walking around the labyrinth of slinging hallways and narrow paths, you appear in front of the locker room in no time, the loud music escaping the door a clear indicator of the Gunners good match.
“Now just wait out here until they come out, they’ll probably be out in a few.” The guard tells you unbothered, not caring at all that he’s leaving people he doesn’t know outside of the locker room.
“Yes sir.” You speak up clearly, mock saluting him as he disappears down the hallway with a sigh.
“I can’t believe that you’re 28, you act like a 12 year old.” Marla tells you jokingly, leading to you pushing her away from you. In the span of a few seconds both you and Marla find yourselves on the floor, engaging in a wrestling match. It only gets broken up when the sound of the door opening echoes through the hallway, both you and your best friend quickly getting on your feet.
“Nah what’s going on here?” A very amused Irish accented voice escapes the player exiting the locker room, one Katie McCabe staring at you and Marla.
“It was her fault.” You point at Marla so as to gesture that it was her who started it, the woman vehemently denying it.
“So I’m guessing you’re Lia’s cowboy then?” Katie completely ignores the blame game currently going on in front of her as she talks to you. Blushing at being called Lia’s, you quickly start to stutter out an answer.
“I- uhm yeah, I think so?” Laughter coming from behind the Irish woman makes you glance in the direction of the sound. Seeing Leah Williamson of all people is not what you expect, a bit starstruck yourself.
“Of course it’s the cowboy you buffoon, who else would wear a cowboy hat in London? You have to tell me where you bought the one Lia brought home, I need a new one. Mylie-moo chewed mine to filth a couple days ago.” Leah throws her arm around your shoulder as if you’d known each other for years, the woman clearly having heard a thing or two about you.
“Oh well I’ll be sure to bring you one next time I go back to Texas, my buddy Carl, he’s 72 and he makes the most gorgeous hats you can imagine. Last time I visited him I made him an instagram page, I’ll send you the link if you want?” You speak enthusiastically with the England captain, her arm still resting around your shoulders casually. Both Marla and Jason are in a conversation with Katie and Lotte, who just got out of the locker room.
“Important question, so answer me truthfully now, do you like country music?” She looks at you skeptically, trying to deduce if you’re being truthful or not. The question itself makes you roll your eyes playfully, but alas it didn’t surprise you. It was widely known that Leah was quite the country fan.
“Ma’am I grew up in Texas, yeah I’m a country fan. I’d be disowned if I wasn’t.” Leah looks at you like you’re her hero, it was clear to you that she accepted you. The hinges of the door squeak as a few other players exit, namely Lia.
“Lia please let me steal her, she’s perfect.” Leah says jokingly, holding onto your arm softly like she was a little kid. Lia looks at her weirdly, but quickly catches on to the joke, walking over to the two of you.
“I know, that’s why I want to keep her.” Lia wraps her arms around your waist tightly, her newly washed hair curling up into adorable curls, head placed on your shoulder. 
“Sharing is caring.” Leah is on the verge of laughter as she talks, the statement a shocking one for sure. It was hilarious though so you also had to keep from laughing.
“I mean I wouldn’t mind-” Lia shoots you a mean glare at your half serious words, and even though it was like being glared at by an adorable kitten, Lia already had you wrapped around her finger. “Actually I’m taken so I don’t think that would work.” 
All it takes for you all to break character is a shouted ‘WHIPPED’ coming from one of the players watching the interaction like it was a soap opera, the three of you laughing like it was the last thing you’d do.
“Alright, anyone want a drink? Not to brag but I can make a mean cocktail.” The women all cheer as you ask them, everyone rushing out to get into their cars and get to the bar. Just as you’re about to follow them, someone takes hold of your collar, making it so that you can’t go. 
Lia looks back when you don’t follow her but you just wave her off, telling her to go on without you. Turning back, you’re met with all the ‘scariest’ Arsenal players, looking like they’re about to beat you up.
“Listen carefully now, because this will only be said once, if you hurt a hair on her head, do anything to hurt her emotionally, if you do anything wrong that makes her sad, we will not hesitate to take your knees.” It’s Katie that speaks, all the others just nodding intimidatingly, glaring at you. 
“I’m going to try my best to make her happy, I know that she deserves the world.” They let up the facade of intimidation at your words, patting your back and pushing you in the direction of the car park. The conversation as you all are walking out of the building is pleasant, when you arrive at the parking lot there are just a couple of cars left.
Both of your best friends had left you to carpool with one of the remaining players, Lia called dibs though the second she looked at you, so it was with her you went.
“They weren’t too scary with you right? I know how they can be.” Lia says over the soft music being played from the radio, some Tyler, the Creator song. You look at her face, she was in deep thought and absolutely adorable. 
“Nah, it’s like being threatened by a pair of teddy bears. Let’s just say that I’ve had worse shovel talks.” She giggles as you start to tell her about all the weird shovel talks you’d gotten back in Texas, everything from being threatened with Chinese water torture to being hung upside down from a tree for simply speaking to a girl that wasn’t her.
When the bar comes into sight you see that multiple people have parked their cars right in front of it, telling Lia to just park on the curb.
“Y’all are such dickheads.” You laugh, slapping both Marla and Jason’s heads hard, they left you stranded. 
“Well you’ve got a girlfriend now who can drive your broke ass.” Marla shoots back, rubbing her head in pain. You roll your eyes at her dramatic actions, the slap wasn’t that hard.
“One-nil to me then, at least I have someone.” The sibling like banter was normal between you two by now, she was your best friend after all.
“C’mon cowboy, let’s sit down for a little.” Lia’s hand rests on your stomach as you both sit down on the booth, the place to sit being suspiciously small, to the point in which Lia had to throw her legs over your lap to get enough space.
It was nice to sit and talk with the team, they were regular people just like anyone else and it made you glad to see them just relax after a match. The atmosphere was calm, so calm in fact that Lia managed to fall asleep on your shoulder, quiet snores escaping her mouth.
Only moments later you fall asleep too, after having fought sleep for as long as possible. Your head rests on top of Lia’s and the girls think it’s absolutely adorable, some of them taking pictures of you both to send to their group chat.
“I knew being friends with her would pay off.” Jason jokes, thinking naïvely that you were fully asleep, getting a few laughs from the girls in the room. They get startled though as you utter a quick;
“Hey!” In protest, everyone soon laughed at your dramatic reaction to his joke.
Who knew that going to the museum would result in you getting a date?
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mywifealhaitham · 1 month
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pre release boothill relationship headcanons!!!
a/n: I'm fiending off crumbs... I've wanted to read some x reader of him but theres none so I gotta write it myself. I hope the other 4 boothill fans enjoy
warnings: gn!reader, like 2 gendered pet names (pretty girl/boy), most of this is written with bias because we don't have alot to go off, obviously written prerelease, when we actually get content of him I'll definitely be rewriting
LEAKS AHEAD!!!
bc: Valentine_DD_ on twt
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- Boothill is described as a righteous person if his bottom line doesn't get crossed, so he definitely treats you good. probably more on the protective side when it comes to you, he's probably not afraid to use his gun if someone is threatening you.
- and believe me he's intimidating. from his overall tough and "unruly" cowboy look to his mechanical body it leaves enemies just a little challenged. he lowers his voice too and probably has a more fierce look in his eyes too. after any threats have been delt with he probably turns to you and turns into the sweetest thing ever, a wide grin across his face and his hands on your cheeks peppering you with small kisses.
- Its said he's a bit sophisticated due to his experiences so I'd like to imagine sometimes he charms you with facts and details about other planets or just genuinely sharing some tips and tricks he's picked up from other cultures. he's also a person who can get along with others pretty well but he can easily give strangers an impression he's selfish and is a bad person.
- again this kinda feeds into he's basically you'd guard dog... but I mean who wouldn't want to be saved by a handsome and sweet cowboy. despite his unpredictable personality and looks he's a huge gentleman for sure. always opens doors and pulls out chairs for you, makes sure your behind him and okay if any danger approaches and practically listens to your every command (lowkey giving off my girl and I don't argue she tells me to shut up and I do)
- one part I'm so excited to see is what they mean by he's illiterate and using metaphors. it's probably just him using slang but it's still kinda cute. I feel like his cheesy and strange metaphors turn into pick up lines when talking to you. perhaps he'll pull a "did it hurt when you fell from heaven?" or something cheesier. Definitely a huge nickname guy, almost never uses your real name. I'm guessing he'd use stuff like doll, sugar, baby, pretty girl/boy and more teasing names. heavy on doll and sugar and just imagine him saying it in a deep southern accent... 😍 kicking my feet. also I imagine he loves making you giggle by not cursing (because he literally cant) and normally he'd get pissed if someone laughed at him like that if it's you he doesn't mind at all.
- that's pretty much it for like analyzing the leaks I saw but now the stuff up ahead is just bias yapping because I always project
- HE DEFINITELY IS A HAND KISSER. greets you by getting on one knee, holding his hat to his chest and kissing your hand. makes eye contact with you too and does that toothy smirk of his IM SWOONINGGG
- maybe he's a dancer! pulls you into his arms and places his hat on your head when a good song plays in taverns. even if your clueless on any type of dances then he'll pull you along to the beat whispering Instructions in your ear.
- gets so lovesick when drunk it drives everyone mad. any folks he's sitting with at a bar gets a whole speech on his wonderful beautiful darling who he owes his live and would happily die by their hand. and may God save you when you come pick him up because he'll be all over you. Immediately he wraps a arm around your waist as he slurrs his hello as he proceeds to tell you he loves you like 40 times. besides the mass amounts of kisses you'll receive once you both reach a private spot he let's some feelings that he might be too shy to share normally, holding your face as he calls you his pretty girl/boy and how he's so lucky to have you.
- honestly not the best for cuddling however unfortunately he needs to cuddle you to sleep so goodluck! his metal body isn't completely uncomfortable it's just cold alot. he tries to get around this by literally preheating himself with blankets before you go to bed.
very bad boothill brainrot atm... only a few more weeks until we get official content 😭 everyone hold hands we got this
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here's the actual leaks if anyone is curious ^_^
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vanilladove · 2 months
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~ valentines with the bsd men!
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divider creds plutism
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ pairing: various bsd men x gn!reader [dazai, atsushi, ranpo, fukuzawa, nikolai, fyodor, sigma, bram, chuuya, akutagawa, oda, ango, jouno, tecchou]
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ genre: fluffy headcanons (some crack hehe)
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ content warnings: none! i also imagine all of them wearing suits🙈
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~武装探偵社 armed detective agency
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dazai osamu
planned out your valentines day date at work (got yelled at by kunikida)
buys you a nice outfit to match his suit and styles his hair like how it was in the dead apple movie o////o
after dinner, you both go on a moonlit walk around yokohama and stop by the bridge overlooking the river dazai asks you to commit a double suicide
you mostly enjoy each other's company in silence, and dazai just admires you (secretly taking pictures of you under the moonlight)
he whispers sweet nothings into your ear and you find yourselves at the Lupin bar
you both drink too much and show too much pda, giggling through the taxi ride home
you're awaited by a bed covered in rose petals, lingerie/boxers and more sake...🤭
atsushi nakajima
SUCH A FREAKING SWEETHEART
definitely didn't sleep at all the night before bc he was nervous about preparations (i'd like to think you're his first partner :3)
called akutagawa for help but he's also just as single...
ends up making you glitter roses (there's glitter all over his dorm now) and a valentines box filled with your favorite things ♡
he definitely has a cute speech for you about why he fell in love with you and how much he cares for you (one/both of you ends up in tears lol)
you guys end the night with a movie + lots of cuddles!
ranpo edogawa
valentines day is his second favorite holiday after halloween bc of all the candy + sweet treats associated with it
buys enough chocolate and snacks to feed yokohama (most of it is just for his secret snack collection...)
organizes a small at-home date where you both make chocolate-covered strawberries + heart-shaped treats
tried to prepare a romantic speech but it ended up being a 'why you're lucky to have me' speech...
gives you those cheesy 'i love you' candies + candy necklaces
you both get insane sugar crashes and don't even make it to dinner or the special valentines book scene he made poe write for you😔
fukuzawa yukichi
secretly very romantic
he takes you on a private picnic in a sakura tree field (it's literally perfect); you have bentos, plum sake, and daifuku. the cherry blossoms fall peacefully over you two ♡
would write a sweet poem/haiku for you and gift you a lavish yukata
you reminisce about the cute moments in your relationship and stay until sunset
you surprise him by taking him to a cat cafe on the way home hehe
~天人五衰 decay of angels
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nikolai gogol
thinks the traditional valentines day norms (chocolate, roses, and dinner) are boring
takes you to an amusement park (bonus if it's valentines-themed) instead
drags you with him on every ride--hopefully, you don't have motion sickness or a fear of heights
you eat so much fair food, and he never misses the chance to lick powdered sugar or cotton candy off your lips
takes you to the games section and laughs at your failed attempts. once you're frustrated enough, he wins even though the games are rigged and gets you a giant stuffed animal
you get matching face tattoos and braided hairstyles (he ends up doing it himself bc he's better than the employees lol)
on the ferris wheel, you both share an intimate kiss and he pulls out some roses (they end up being the clown ones though and splashing water all over your face :0)
fyodor dostoyevsky
asked you to be his valentine with one of those cheesy coding things (iykyk)
plans a romantic tea date for you both with lots of russian treats
composes a piece for you and plays it on his cello (forces nikolai and sigma to provide instrumental support in the background)
spends most of his time talking with you, since he's usually always busy
buys a matching ushanka for you, along with european chocolates, and your favorite flowers
you end up falling asleep in his arms reading together
sigma
this is probably his first valentines day ever so he spent a lot of time on social media to find out what people usually get for their partners
definitely uses the sky casino's amenities to put on an extravagant display for you--dancers/live music, a fancy bubble bath with rose petals + candles, couple's massage
has an intimate dinner with you in his office with the sunset in the background
he gifts you lego flowers that you end up building together and gets flustered if you gave him a gift, too♡
bram stoker
GOTHIC VALENTINES!!!!
takes you to his castle and prepares a fancy royal dinner for you
plays instrumental music from his radio but he didn't pay for spotify premium so you awkwardly listen to ads every few songs...😔
gives you pretty jewelry and black roses encased in glass (beauty in the beast style!)
takes you to the balcony and you both have an intimate night chat, which draws some rare smiles and chuckles from him
softly hugs and kisses you, grateful for your warmth and company will suck your blood if you let him
~ポートマフィアport mafia
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chuuya nakahara
the definition of a romantic bf...pls
first of all, you wake up with those gigantic boxes of roses that celebs always get, accompanied by a sweet handwritten letter and a custom outfit for the day
he then picks you up in his helicopter and flies you to a vineyard where you make your own wine and drink one he secretly made for you when you both started dating
at the vineyard, a PRIVATE CHEF cooks a fancy 5-course meal for you both to enjoy, and chuuya insists on feeding you the first bite
expect a lot of heartfelt, drunken speeches and passionate french kisses out of nowhere...
on the ride home, chuuya almost crashes the helicopter bc he's so drunk, but his ability saves you both hehe
he ballroom dances with you until you both fall asleep in each other's arms🥹
akutagawa ryunosuke
like atsushi and sigma, this is his first valentines. he asks chuuya for advice but thinks all his suggestions are corny
he ends up settling on making you some red baked goods with gin's help and dark chocolate candies
writes you love letters since he's secretly embarrassed to tell you outright how he feels
takes you on a beach date and lends you his coat if you're cold (he's secretly colder than you after he dips his feet in the water)
you hold hands and talk for a bit under the moonlight until he musters up the confidence to give you his letters and gifts
your happy reaction is worth it and makes him blush ^o^ he hugs you for a long time after you point it out, partly in embarrassment and partly because he loves you so much
chuuya and gin interrogate him about the date after he comes back lol
oda sakunosuke
picks you up from work with flowers, handmade chocolates, and a cute teddy bear
car makeout sesh before going home while you still have some time alone to yourselves
cooks your favorite meal for you and buys you your favorite alcohol
he and the kids bake + decorate a romantic cake for you (it's lowkey ugly but it's the thought that counts!!!) and decorate the house with heart balloons, cute drawings, and candles
you both eat with all the kiddos and sleep together on the same bed ♡
ango sakaguchi
almost forgot it was valentines day bc he was too absorbed in his work...his assistant had to remind him lol
takes you to a classic fancy dinner & buys you your favorite flowers
gifts you your favorite books and some sexy lingerie/boxers (his assistant probably snuck in some toys
your little date helps him relax for once and takes his stress away
gets clingy the next day and keeps trying to call/text you because he misses your presence (dazai and his coworkers tease him nonstop about it)
~猟犬 hunting dogs
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jouno saigiku
guys why are there no valentines day cards for these mfs does no one like them or what
takes you to a secluded place away from his annoying coworkers the noisy city
cooks you dinner and gifts you gold jewelry (likely a matching rope bell earring) and some soft sweaters :)
you try to play some board and card games together, but he wins everytime because he can guess your next move based on your heartbeat and movements
after you give up, you both just end up cuddling, and he rambles about his recent missions and office stories
showers you with kisses and caresses; purposely teases your pulse points to get a reaction from you
although you give him gifts (i think he would really like noise-cancelling headphones), his favorite one is your praise. he can't stop blushing when you list off all the reasons you love him hehe
tecchou suehiro
tecchou would take you on a romantic cabin getaway!
you go on a cute couple's hike (it's supposed to be along a heart shaped trail)
he's kind of directionally challenged and gets lost along the way...
as an apology, he gives you the chocolates he bought for you (they melted from the heat though)
he eventually finds his way through the surrounding landscape and you find a secret waterfall connected to a beautiful lake
you both go swimming to cool off and end up laughing off the whole situation
when you get back to the cabin, you order takeout (do not let this man cook) and look through the pictures you took on your hike
he gifts you some plum blossoms he picked on the hike ♡
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A/n: I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED A DRAFT. I’M ACTUALLY CRYING. I FEEL SO UPSET. It was my first request too :(( This was a request from an anon but I also lost that when I deleted the draft, so anon, wherever you are, I’m sorry 🥹💔 Have this as an apology 😭
Characters: Caitlyn, Vi, Sevika, Jinx
Summary: Hcs when you sleep with them <3
Warnings: none. Just fluff and a bit suggestive ig
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Caitlyn
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☆彡 Caitlyn is definitely clingy when you two sleep together. Like she just throws herself on you and she’s not ashamed of it, in fact, she’s proud of it.
She also really loves being held and will never pass up the opportunity to be the little spoon. Especially after a tiring day of work as an enforcer (with her coworkers being an ass to her), one simple hug from you and it’s as if her problems floated away. “Magic” as she would call it.
Her favorite position to sleep in would be wherein her face is all smushed up against your chest/belly. She loves it so much because it’s as close as she can get to you, letting her know that you were there and just within arms reach.
Although you aren’t sure how she gets into this specific position or how she moves without you noticing, but hey, it’s Caitlyn, you would love her even with her strange ways.
And of course, there’s the occasional worry that she might not be getting enough oxygen with her face buried onto you like that. You’ve brought this up to her a few times but she always dismisses that fact and would sometimes retort with something cheesy like: “Why would I need air when I have you, my love?” She’s such a romantic it’s adorable.
But besides that fact, sleeping with Caitlyn is always warm and comfortable. One that you can freely call a “safe haven”. Free from worries and doubts the minute she’s in your arms.
Vi
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☆彡 Vi will most definitely not let you go if she doesn’t feel like it. And it doesn’t help the fact that she has an iron grip, so you know damn well there’s no way of resisting once you’re in her hold.
Let’s be real, Vi’s had a rough life so naturally, it would be hard for her to show affection. It’s something she’s ashamed of and tries her hardest to change whenever she’s with you. She’ll always try to be the best version of herself because that’s just how much she loves you.
She’s never been good with words since she’s learned how to solve problems with her fists, so it takes a bit of adjusting when you first get into a relationship together.
Because she’s not good with words, she shows her affection through actions more. These actions can be many things. From walking you home, to giving you meaningful gifts, to always taking care of you. But of course, her favorite is spending time with you and touching you anytime she can. And cuddles is the number one option when it comes down to it.
Vi is also definitely the type to whisper sweet nothings into your ear while giving you featherlight kisses all over your face, hoping to ease any pent up stress within your system as she holds you close to her.
She’s such a big softie when it comes to you and she’s not complaining <3
Sevika
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☆彡 Just like Vi, you are trapped the minute Sevika pulls you down on your shared bed. She’s not afraid to cage you in her arms, causing your vision to be obscured by her muscles— which is a heavenly sight by the way. But, she knows you wouldn’t complain. And she also knows you like it too much to do so.
It’s not hard to tell that Sevika is much larger than you. Her tall frame and physique is enough to let everyone know that. You on the other hand, you’re much smaller. Not only in height but in weight too. You’re short and light, something Sevika finds adorable.
Now, let’s get something straight; Sevika isn’t soft, she’s stern and aggressive, which contrasts to your kind and lively personality.
Because of this, she isn’t afraid to tone her emotions down so you’ll be more comfortable, which is also why she’s so careful with you whenever you guys are cuddling or sleeping together— I mean, she doesn’t want to accidentally suffocate you in the middle of sleeping now does she?
Although, cuddling with Sevika either ends up becoming a make out session or her giving you multiple hickies that are impossible to cover. This woman’s libido is just too high and you are living for it.
Jinx
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☆彡 Jinx 100% wraps her arms and legs around your body when you two are sleeping. She clings onto for dear life and her grip is always firm, as if not allowing you to leave unless she says so.
And her hair is most definitely just sprawled everywhere; on your face, your body, over the edge of the bed, everywhere.
She’s your unhinged, blue-haired Rapunzel 💙
Jinx is also a tease. You guys could be having such a sweet time cuddling and she’d slip her hands up your shirt and graze the skin of your stomach purposely, just to see your flustered reaction to her touch. She loves how quickly your face turns to a shade of crimson and the momentary panic in your eyes once you realize what she’s doing.
But other than that, Jinx is clingy. Like REALLY clingy.
When you guys sleep together, she would unconsciously nuzzle her face on your neck, smiling in content once she’s sure that you really are there and not just a figment of your imagination.
Because of Jinx’s past, she’s had a hard time accepting and giving affection. She’s so afraid that the minute she let’s her guard down, you’ll just get up and leave her— but you proved her wrong. You were there when Jinx was having her episodes, her breakdowns, practically all of her moments in darkness. You stayed beside her and comforted her through them.
And then and there she knew, she knew it was you she wanted to be with for life.
You were her everything. Her sanctuary, her sun, her life, her lover. She would do anything to keep you beside her, even if it meant needing to kill. But she would only resort to that if someone had badly hurt you. She’s learned to keep her impulsiveness in check since she doesn’t want to scare you off.
She knows she’s too much to bear but you’ve reassured her that she’s your too much.
And Jinx isn’t sure how many times she’s loved you even more.
(A/n: AAA FINALLY DONE. I hope you guys like it! And anon, wherever you may be, I hope you find this 😭 Thank you guys for reading and have a great day!)
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r-is-typing · 2 years
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mr. clingy | s.h
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summary: in which steve crashes girls night
requested?: yes! requested by anon!
request: Can you write a Steve harrington imagine where his girlfriend is having a girls night with Robin, Max and El but Steve crashes girls night cause he misses her?
pairing: steve harrington x reader
category: tooth-rotting fluff
content warnings: mentions of sex
word count: 1k
authors note: hi, anon! thank you so much for the request, i absolutely loved this idea <33 and the idea of clingy!steve has my heart in pieces ahh
hope you enjoy!
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Steve Harrington was a clingy boyfriend.
He was so clingy (or what he called ‘super in love’) that he and Y/N had sleepovers almost every day. Y/N’s parents had known Steve as long as Y/N had, since the two were in diapers. So, sleepovers at Steve’s didn’t phase them.
Steve preferred having sleepovers at his house rather than hers because they could be alone, just the two of them, pretending like they lived in their own house, with no one to bother them.
Because of this clinginess, it wasn’t very often that Y/N hung out with the girls. El, Max, and Robin begged her for weeks to just ask Steve if she could go, basically telling her that she didn’t have to, she could just go.
Of course this was true, but Steve and her had an understanding. She knew Steve would be sad if she just up and left, so she waited until he got home — Steve’s house — to ask him.
“Stevie, baby?”
Steve looked up from the book he was pretending to read. “What’s up, sweet girl?” He smiled widely, pulling her onto his lap. Y/N trailed her fingers down his chest, a soft smile playing across her features.
“Do y’think you could drop me off at Hopper’s? The girls want to have a sleepover, but you know none of us drive.”
Steve lets out a whine, kissing the underside of her jaw. “Do you have to?” This makes Y/N giggle. She hated to admit it, especially to the girls, but she loved when Steve got like this.
She just loved the feeling of being wanted and loved, especially by Steve.
“Please, Stevie?”
Y/N pouts, jutting out her bottom lip, knowing Steve wouldn’t be able to resist her then. “I’ll make it up to you…” She pressed a kiss to his ear, whispering making Steve grip her waist tighter.
“Alright, fine, go get ready.”
He pats her butt and she squeals, running upstairs to the bedroom and packing a bag.
Twenty minutes later, they arrive at Hopper's cabin, the girls running out to greet her. “You finally let her out of the house, Harrington?” Robin smirks and Y/N pushes her shoulder.
The three go inside after saying goodbye to Steve.
The four spent the next three hours taking tween magazine quizzes, doing facemasks, sharing secrets, and laughing.
“So, tell us. Is he good?”
Y/N looks up from the cheesy magazine she’s reading in confusion. “I’m sorry?” Robin rolls her eyes, not getting how Y/N didn’t understand. Max continues, “Steve! Is he good in bed?”
Y/N chokes on the water she was drinking.
“I’m not talking about it. You’re both too young, and even if you weren’t, that’s still none of your business. Mine and Steve’s sex life have nothing to do with any of you, only Steve and I.”
The two youngest girls giggle loudly, Robin covering her ears. “But, I’ll say this. As far as anyone is concerned, he’s at the top of my list.”
A knock on the door startled them. “Oh, it’s probably the pizza!” El smiled widely, and Max gets up, leaving the room to go and answer the door. The room becomes silent as they wait for the delectable food they had been dreaming of all day.
“Y/N wins.” Max says, swinging the door open as she walks in, a smiling Steve Harrington behind her. “Baby!” His smile got surprisingly wider as his eyes landed on his girlfriend who looked back at him in confusion.
“What are you doing here?”
Y/N giggled as Steve buried his head into her neck, scattering kisses across the smooth skin. “Missed you, love.” She rolls her eyes.
“Well, ladies. If Stevie wants to join our little party, I think we should let him.”
Robin shares a smirk that the other three reciprocate. Steve peeks his head up. “What does that mean?” El holds up a face mask and nail polish as she giggles.
“Oh no. No chance in hell, you three. Baby, c’mon. You won’t let them do that to me, will you?”
Y/N looked up at her boyfriend, smiling sheepishly. “Sorry, m’love. Rules are rules.” She pulled Steve to the floor, beginning to apply the face mask across his face, smoothing it around his eyes and his nose.
“You look…. pretty, Harrington.”
Max giggles, hiding behind Eleven as Steve glares at her. “You really do, baby.” Y/N smiles, patting his chest with her newly manicured hand.
“So, Max, El, how are your relationships going?”
Y/N smiles softly, leaning against Steve. The girls all go back into their, what Steve called ‘gossip mode’. Steve trailed his fingers up and down her arm, a soothing feeling coursing through Y/N as she sat there, listening to what the girls were telling her.
“Wait, hold on a minute.”
The girls looked at Steve. “What did you mean when you said ‘Y/N wins’, Mayfield?” Y/N’s eyes widened and they all began to giggle.
“What’s so funny? I don’t understand!”
Y/N looked up at Steve and shrugged. “Oh, just tell him, Y/N. We all bet how long it would be until you showed up here, Mr. Clingy.”
“I bet two hours.” Max shrugged.
“I bet four.” El looked at the couple, smiling.
“I bet half an hour.” Robin smirked.
Steve looked down at the girl in his arms. “And you, pretty girl?” Y/N smiled sheepishly. “I bet three and a half. Sorry, baby.” Well, good thing Y/N knew her boyfriend so well that she was able to time it perfectly and win the bet.
“To think you had more faith in me!”
Steve hides his head into her neck once more. “It’s not my fault, baby. I’m sorry.” The girls, minus Robin who rolled her eyes, smiled.
“Yeah, Harrington. It’s not your girlfriends fault that you’re Mr. Clingy.”
Y/N kisses his lips softly, tracing the details of his face with her fingers. “My clingy boy.” Steve looked lovingly at her. “Oh, how I love you so, sweetheart.”
“Ugh, gross.” Robin groans, but shares a smile with Max and El as they watch one of, if not, the cutest couple in Hawkins share an intimate moment together.
Maybe it was a good thing that Steve was so clingy after all.
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https-furina · 7 months
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✎ when you love someone. ft. lyney x fem!reader content: heavy angst, death/murder, fontaine archon quest spoilers, detail to injury, ooc lyney while i’m practising. not proofread. w.c. tba.
there's a melancholic harmony that comes with dating that infamous, ash blond magician who's name is uttered from every fontainian's mouth across the country. 'he's miraculous!' they exclaim, eyes glittering like stars as they leave the opera epiclese, grins wide on their faces. he truly is, you think to yourself as you follow the crowds out on some evenings after witnessing your boyfriend's abilities for the nth time. yet you also know better than this. the lies intertwined between soft kisses shared in the moonlight and the forced smiles he'll throw in anyone's direction.
lyney knows better too when he fumbles for his house key, a gloved hand fishing into his pockets to pull out the cold metal. a prospect he never thought he'd grasp when he devoted himself to the orphanage beside his sister, starved and defensive. there's almost a pained smile on his face when he calls out to you that he's home. at this hour of the night, the court of fontaine is a quiet city, especially in this quarter. the night life clings to the hotels that bustle with activity, drinks and other numerous acts that people indulge themselves in to drown their pains out - but he knows that the house he'd made a home with you was never this quiet.
it's a strange thought to him that you'd ever go to bed without waiting up for him first - that was your favourite routine, curled up on the couch with a plate of fresh conch madeleines you'd baked earlier in the day. a crocheted blanket would be draped over your bare legs, one of lyney's own white dress shirts hanging flimsily from your frame with the buttons done up. he would grin at the imagery if only it wasn't for the slow, tense anxiety creeping up his spine, leaving a trail of hairs standing on edge at the silence you'd left him with.
"ma chérie?" he calls out again, that sweet nickname rolls from his tongue like it has a thousand times before since you started dating. it's familiar, it tastes warm and like your homemade cooking you'll bring to him before his shows - a comfort he'll cherish no matter how much his acts crumble him.
you knew months into speaking with lyney that he worked for the fatui behind that whimsical act of a magician. you remember that tight feeling that choked your lungs for breath, you remember the vivid way the corners of your vision darkened and his words echoed in your head. he looked so pitiful, his brows knit together and a beautiful glitter to his lilac eyes when he's on the brink of tears from your lack of response.
growing up, you recall the stories your parents and elders had spat in distaste regarding the fatui - snezhnayan scum, good-for-nothings, troublemakers that cause nought but harm wherever they go. you truly believed that lyney was none of these, how could he be? he'd swooned you so lovingly after one of his shows on a starry night, having caught your eyes in his audience. he claims it was love at first sight, the cheesy phrase making you giggle whenever he'd reference it. he'd whispered sweet nothings in your ear the first night you'd shared a bed together, fingers dusting down your body in feather light touches like he considered you porcelain.
surely these were things that proved his innocence? that proved the truth in his words when he first mumbled 'i love you' against your soft lips midway through a kiss? you gave him his chance and lyney was determined to not let his affairs as a fatui member ruin what he had with you. things were perfect for the upcoming year, even if that smile he flashed to anyone who looked in his direction was so fake that you could almost grimace.
it is not lyney that anyone should have doubted the faithfulness of - the safety that his arms brought you. it is the fatui, the harbingers, the organisation that tears lives apart for their personal gains. it's the promises to protect their members' families and loved ones that fall on deaf ears yet feed their members' minds with relief and keeps that every faltering loyalty in check. they have them wrapped around gloved fingers that are ready to snap at any moment.
lyney kicks off his boots by the front door, twirling his hat as he hangs it next to your coat. in his younger years, he'd debated what the meaning of love was. he'd thought over the concept of a home - of four walls that were safe and permanent. every time something took a wrong turn in his life, he considered if he was capable of being loved, perhaps if he was even capable of loving too. if there was one thing he was certain from his time with you, it was that you'd proved him wrong.
his legs carry him tiredly up the staircase, his footsteps light as he steps over a particular floorboard he has memorised that creaks - just in case you'd truly gone to sleep without him tonight. the silence is deafening, he can't even hear the faint sounds of your breathing from your shared bedroom where the door is cracked open and the moonlight floods out like a liquid river. he glimpses red through the crack and his brow furrows in concern, picking up the pace of his steps.
the world you'd built with lyney crashes down the moment his hand - free of its glove - pushes the bedroom door further open and his eyes fall onto your body. you're limp on the floor, laid on the soft, fur rug you'd begged lyney to buy when you were furnishing your first home together. he still vividly remembers the beam you gave him when he caved and agreed. there's a pool of blood around you, drenching that cream fur and seeping into the floorboards beneath you. it's oxidising, darkening - how long had you been here like this?
lyney falls to his knees beside you, your blood soaking through his stockings and wetting his skin but he shrugs the uncomfortable feeling away when his hands push you onto your back, your head rolling to the side limply. your eyes are white, rolled back but there's a look of fear written across your face and lyney's eyes begin to sting with the idea that you'd been scared in your final moments; no, he refuses to accept that you're dead. you're simply injured, passed out - he'll get you to a doctor and he'll never let you out of his sight again.
but the waterfall of red that decorates your neck and stains his white shirt he knew you'd be wearing tell him otherwise. his hands clasp at your cheeks, cupping the cold skin as his thumbs desperately rub at you in hopes that you'll come to, smiling and reassuring him. he blinks the tears in his eyes away but all they do is fall down his pale cheeks in precious streams of emotion when he doesn't wake up. he doesn't open his eyes again to see sunlight streaming through the light fabric of your bedroom curtains. he doesn't hear his favourite laugh in the whole of teyvat when you notice he's woke up. the silent atmosphere is still very much present, tense and ready to be sliced with a knife.
the only sounds are lyney's jagged breaths, desperate as he starts to hyperventilate to get air into his lungs. he presses his ear to your chest, not caring if his blond locks fall into your blood as he frantically searches for your pulse, a sign of life. there is not even a shallow breath that falls from your chapped lips.
you had taught lyney many things in the time you'd devoted at his side, things that the fatui could never teach him. you taught him how it feels when you love someone but as he releases a pained cry into the night, you'd also taught him the anguish that comes from the decision of trusting the fatui the way he had before.
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justporo · 3 months
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Tokens of Appreciation
Astarion likes to bring you little gifts and presenting them to you in his overly dramatic way and little bit of playful banter (that he totally didn't make all up on his way home to you).
MASTERLIST | AO3
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Author's Note: Written for the "Gifts" prompt of the BG3 Winter Holiday challenge. I like the idea of just showering a loved one with random gifts and being like "this made me think of you" - and also I imagine Astarion could be pretty cute and loving in a genuine relationship with doing stuff like this (albeit insufferably sassy, lol)
Pairing: Astarion/GN!Tav (You) Warnings: none Wordcount: 1,1k ~~~
Throughout winter time Astarion brought you presents. Little trinkets or a sweet treats (accompanied by him saying “a treat for my sweet” and a wink while you act like you’re going to have to throw up from his cheesiness), a single blossom of a flower besting the ice and the snow or maybe a bottle of wine the two of you could share together. It almost had the musings of a cat bringing its owner “gifts” - but you were happy that yours were much more delightful than what a feline predator would have brought in. He didn’t tell you where he would get these small tokens of appreciation - and you didn’t ask. That was part of the magic of this little game. Though, you had the distinct feeling that many of these weren’t acquired under explicitly lawfully good circumstances. But to the hells with that, you were a former thief and he a rogue, what else was new?
It had become a habit for him that whenever he went into the city to run some errands that he would grab a little something for you as well. You had dared to become accustomed to the sweet little gestures and were excited anytime you knew he’d return with a little surprise for you.
The vampire meanwhile had found he enjoyed this way of showing you a bit of admiration: a sign of thinking of you, making the time to grab something and show you some love - all without him having to give anything of himself up. Rather, it even gave him something as well: whenever he saw how your face started to beam with love and admiration, your eyes lighting up, he felt how his own chest felt lighter, warmer and a telltale smile stole onto his lips.
A naive fool might’ve called that love. Astarion counted himself among such fools when it came to you - if exclusively so.
And then he made a show of it each time too. Like when he brought you a flower that was magically frozen in a sphere of ice.
Astarion came into the kitchen where you had been preparing some dinner for yourself still fully clothed from going out. The way he’d sauntered into the room had already told you that he had a little something planned and was infinitely proud of himself - he was terribly predictable sometimes.
When he cleared his throat to get your attention you had obediently put down the vegetables you’d been currently cutting and turned around to him, leaning casually against the counter. The vampire had been waiting with a smug grin, his arms still by his sides so the cloak was fully covering his form.
“My sweet darling, I have something for you,” he said and leaned a little closer in a playful sort of way.
You immediately joined his little back and forth that you already were well accustomed to. Placing your hand on your chest as if asking ‘for me?’ you made a delighted “Oh?” and smiled at him.
With a swift movement the vampire sent one side of his cloak flying, revealing his hand under it which held a shiny sphere. Dexterously, he let the perfect, transparent sphere roll over his wrist and down his arm. And just before the ball fell to the ground he let it smoothly wander onto his other arm. With a quick shrug of his shoulder he made the shiny thing roll up and with a flick of his wrist he elegantly caught it and then offered it to you with a little bow.
“May I present to you, my love, a magically frozen blossom. The height of its existence forever caught in magically eternal ice. Beautiful if ice cold - almost like you, my dear,” he presented the gift to you, still in his little bow before you. You could see the twitch of his eyebrows and the corners of his mouth. Must’ve taken him the whole way home to come up with all of this.
You took the shiny sphere from him - immediately intrigued by its beauty and shininess. It was almost as if your history as a thief had permanently altered your brain to be drawn to shiny, glittery things; as if you had become a little magpie.
The sphere was merely cool in your hands, the ice encasing a wonderfully bright red blossom that immediately made you think of summertime. You turned the beautiful trinket in your hands admiring its beauty when, finally, Astarion’s words registered with you.
You pursed your lips and crossed your arms over your chest, still holding onto the icy sphere. The vampire grinned smugly at you - he’d been waiting for this moment.
“Astarion, dear, I did not just hear you call me frigid, did I?,” you had asked indignantly. The vampire grinned broader in response, putting even his fangs on display.
“Maybe I just called you cool, love,” he replied, sauntering over to where you were still leaning against the kitchen counter.
“Or - maybe,” you countered as Astarion leaned to you, placing one of his arms on the counter, “you just called me chilly.”
The vampire clicked his tongue and pouted: “My heart, you think so negatively of me. I would never dare to call you cold to your face.” He tried to stay serious but a smug grin crept onto his lips, making one corner of his mouth twitch. Meanwhile he leaned in a little closer. Seemingly he was convinced he’d soon be the winner of your little banter and would receive a kiss for all his efforts.
You though weren’t done playing.
“I’d hope so, Astarion. I really hope so. Because that would be so rich coming from a walking and talking corpse whose body heat can’t rise above room temperature”, you replied tongue in cheek as you stayed unimpressed by Astarion craning his neck to reach for you for a kiss.
When the vampire took in your words, he was taken aback. He stopped moving in, his eyes widened while his mouth had fallen open. Then his expression immediately changed into an amused and proud grin.
“My gods, dear,” Astarion said with a little chuckle, still grinning proudly at you.
“Alright,” he then said after staring at you for a bit longer, “I guess this burn has just proven that you’re anything but cold.”
You lifted your chin up and grinned triumphantly at him and Astarion quickly stole a little peck on your lips before he went back to the hallway to take off his cloak.
“Good! But if you’re still not convinced I can show you some heat later on”, you shouted after your vampire and were gifted with a genuine laugh.
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bobbin-buckley · 1 month
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A Better Woman
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Jenna Ortega x Fem!Reader
Summary: Your date stands you up, you don’t know what to do other than run to your best friend Jenna and unexpected something
Warnings: None! Just a bunch of fluff
Y/N/N: Your nickname
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They stood you up.
Yeah! They stood you up!
You had a date with someone and they didn’t show up at all. They were even the ones that planned the date! What a bastard.
You were crying, upset, you had really liked them but they just didn’t care that they left you alone.
Driving to your best friends apartment, Jenna. You knew she’d be able to comfort you, she was such a sweetheart. You didn’t call Jenna and give her a heads up, you were just so upset and mad.
Arriving at her apartment, hoping out of your car and making your way into the complex apartment, going to Jenna’s floor. You knocked on her door once reaching it, your foot was bouncing up and down worried she might hate you for just randomly showing up.
The door flung open and Jenna saw you, the small girl had saddened eyes when she saw your state. “Come in.” She motioned you inside, walking in and closing the door behind her.
“You want a hug?” You nodded and sniffed, feeling bad for crying in front of her. She smiled a bit and wrapped her arms around your waist as yours was around her neck. The hug was relaxing and quiet, Jenna didn’t say anything..knowing you’d want a bit of silence as you calm down.
When your sniffles and crying stopped, she rubbed your back some more before speaking up, “what happened?”
You sobbed a bit before answering, “th-they stood me up..”
Jenna was furious. “How could someone stand you up? Y-you’re amazing Y/N/N.” She definitely was a bit relieved but also mad.
“How about you stay here huh? It’s late, go lay down on the couch and watch something. I’m gonna go grab something from the store.” You nodded, pulling back from the hug and walking into her living room, laying down on the couch.
“Be back!” She called, you heard the door close..then it was silent.
This had to be the worse Valentines Day.
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“I’m back!” You opened your eyes. Instead of watching something you took a small nap. Jenna walked into the room with a bunch of bags.
“What’s all this Jen?” You sit up as she placed them on the coffee table. “This, is your Valentine.”
You look at Jenna with a tad blush on your cheeks.
Okay, yes you liked Jenna…no you REALLY liked Jenna. Nah..you loved Jenna.
“Thanks,” you open the bags and see a ton of things.
There was some beauty products, candy of your liking, a pumpkin plushie, a beanie of your favorite color, and a whole bunch of other stuff.
“Awe..Jenna, you didn’t have to.” You blushed even more, smiling bright at her. “But I did, because we’ll..I really like you Y/n, you’re important to me. And hearing how they stood you up made me furious…but I’ve liked you for a long time.”
“Really?” “Of course.” “Same to be honest…”
Jenna froze. “Wait what?” “Yeah, I just…went out with them because I was trying to deny that I liked you, because I didn’t wanna ruin our friendship.”
“Hun, you’ll never turn me away because of that. I really like you, and…would you be my valentine?” She was so cute
“Of course, you cheesy cutie.” Jenna blushed, and smiled. “Very good, can I? Can I kiss you?”
You giggled, “you don’t have to ask silly.” “I know, but..I’ve wanted your consent.” She sat down next to you, cupping your cheek before leaning in.
She kissed you passionately, it was a heart warming kiss. Kissing back with so much passion. You smiled into the kiss, feeling all happy now.
She pulled away before asking, “will you be my girlfriend then?” “Of course,” Jenna smiled her cheeks red.
You looked back over at the stuff she got you, “but I didn’t get you anything.” You sadden. “It’s okay darling, I just need you.” Smiling like a child who got candy, you wrapped your arms around her tight and she hugged you back.
This was an awesome Valentine’s Day
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This was short but I hope you liked it! I’m sorry for taking long on the Tara series, I will post part one soon!
Happy Valentine’s Day! ❤️
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txmxkis · 26 days
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Rinii, what do you think kuroo would say or react when reader starts feeling self-conscious about readers body, like if reader asks "am i getting fatter" or "do you think im fat?"
ohhhhhh i did not plan to do this but this is something that is so personal to me
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warnings. gn!reader, fluffy and probably cheesy as always, chubby!reader is implied but i tried to keep it as inclusive as possible, reader is insecure. again, apparently i can only write self indulgent things my bad
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you were supposed to be ready to leave the apartment half an hour ago. you weren't usually one to be late to anything, in fact it made you incredibly anxious when you were. however, today your insecurity outweighed your need to be punctual, and you just couldn't leave while looking like this.
actually, today you couldn't leave looking like anything. pieces of clothing lay strewn across the room, hangers discarded on the floor next to the closet. you had tried on every single one, and still there were none that looked flattering on you.
"oi! are you ready yet? i mean, take your time 'n everything, but technically we're late."
kuroo's voice calling from the other room pulls you out of your thoughts momentarily. he never rushes you, which is something you appreciate greatly. it helps that he knows you well enough to know that you would never be late without good reason.
"is there something i can help with orrrr?"
you could hear his voice getting closer and you really didn't want him to see you in this state right now.
he pokes his head past the doorframe and makes a noise of astonishment.
"a tornado go through here while i was gone or somethin'? or are you just trying to spontaneously reorganize things again."
you roll your eyes at that second thing.
"noooo, i just can't decide what to wear. nothing looks good on me today."
he's standing fully in the doorway now, hands in his pockets as he raises an eyebrow and looks you up and down.
"then wear nothing, it looks great on you."
he smirks and you make a futile attempt not to crack a smile as you feel your face start to burn. suddenly you're even more self conscious, so you grab the nearest piece of clothing to hold in front of you.
"tetsurou, i'm being serious! we needed to leave like forty minutes ago and i can't wear any of these clothes without looking-"
you stop yourself just before you could say fat. you hate giving the word a negative connotation. there's nothing wrong with being fat, nothing that should make you feel like this, anyway. like you wanted to crawl out of your skin. usually you were pretty neutral about your body, on very rare occasions could even love things about it. sometimes, it all catches up to you, though.
all the whispers in your head that come from no one but yourself, degrading you and making you feel worthless because of how you look. logically, you know those thoughts are complete and utter bullshit, but it's so hard to continuously fight against them. today, you're slipping a little.
"i know exactly what you're thinking over there. something about your clothes not fitting quite right and that somehow it makes you unloveable."
you don't even have time to pretend to be shocked that he knows you so well before he just keeps on going.
"well i've got news for you, babe, i've never seen you manage to look bad. i actually think it's impossible for you or something."
for a few moments too long, you just stand there gaping at him. he takes that as his cue to walk towards you, remove the sweater that you've been using as a shield, and toss it off to the side.
"there. better."
you finally snap out of it and smack him on the arm, but before you can pull away, he catches your wrist. he brings it up to his lips slowly, and kisses right where your pulse is probably hammering away at the moment, locking eyes with you as he does.
how are you ever supposed to argue with him if he keeps stunning you into silence?
"i don't think you'll ever understand how much i love you, doesn't matter if you change physically or not. and it doesn't matter what you wear either, so can you pleaseeee put on something so we can go. we both know you'll look perfect in anything."
"ugh, fine! but you get to help me pick."
he rubs his hands together with a devious grin, and you know he'll be grabbing the most revealing thing he can find. you know him well, too, after all.
"something appropriate."
"awww, damn."
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buckyseddie · 8 months
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mine
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pairings — rafe cameron x fem!reader
summary — in which, when rafe attempts to start over, he finds a mysterious girl who leaves him more and more curious about her after they meet. based on the song mine by taylor swift!
word count — 6.6k.
warnings — rafe left home and is more mentally stable and trying to be better, angst, fluff, reader has a bad past and family issues, use of pet-names [princess, baby, angel, sweetheart], hugs from the back, neck kisses, picnic dates, slight hints and mentions of fireworks and fourth of july, forehead kisses, forehead touches, kisses, rafe refers to reader as his girl a few times, reader calls rafe by his last name a few times, mentions of bills, arguments and fights, slight mentions of both of them getting mean in the fight, rain conversations, reader's big abandonment and trust issues are heavily mentioned, the reader and rafe get an unexpected and harsh visit from her parents, big mentions and hints of mental health, mentions and hints of rafe's dad's abuse in the past, reader has an episode and she has one with a panic episode with it, big mentions of reader and rafe visiting the obx and him being on good terms with sarah and the pogues because i wanted peace in this, mentions of rafe going back to college and working at a cafe.
notes — i've been wanting to do this one for a while, so here it is! gif and divider creds to owner!
p.s., feedback is very much encouraged and appreciated <3.
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EVERYONE WANTS A FRESH START.
in this case, this means two polar opposites from completely different worlds.
all rafe wanted to do, was leave his life and past in outer banks behind — as far as he was concerned, the old rafe was gone.
after taking consequences for his actions and getting some much needed help, rafe moved out of his dad’s house and went back to college.
"ah-ah, ah-ah. ah-ah, ah-ah."
then, he got his life together and was ready enough for a job.
“you were in college, working part-time, waiting tables. left a small town, never looked back. i was a flight risk with a fear of fallin’, wondering why we bother with love, if it never lasts.”
as great as it was that rafe was finally settled in the old town of charleston, things were about to change.
he was working, and one day, a girl — a very mysterious one, might i add — decided to stop at the cafe for some peace and quiet. 
it wasn’t the first time a girl — or girls, if i’m being completely honest — stopped there.
in fact, loads of girls stopped there daily, most usually only stopping by to fawn over rafe.
but, he didn’t pay any mind to the attention — he was used to getting attention from girls from his experience as a kook back in outer banks.
and honestly? none of the girls that he’d seen stop at the cafe ever intrigued him or left him speechless.
well, at least until he met her.
there was something different about [y/n] — she had a certain distant emptiness to her.
she was reserved and quiet and shy, almost always making sure to do everything right, in fear of everything crashing down on her.
as she walks over to a table and sits down and opens up a book from her bag, rafe glances up and it’s as if time stops when their eyes make contact, despite how cheesy and corny that sounds.
he couldn’t believe his eyes — she was beautiful, of course.
but, she had that kind of side of her that he could tell she didn’t think it herself.
an easy-going smile is thrown her way as he makes his way over to her table, trying to ignore the shocking nerves coming from him.
“hi. would you like something to drink?” he asks in a surprisingly calm tone as he pulls out his notepad and pen, awaiting her answer.
looking up anxiously, she gulps, trying not to let the intimidation of the gorgeous man in front of her get to her.
“could i just get some water?” she murmurs so softly that rafe almost doesn’t even hear her.
he nods, watching her curiously. “sure. will that be all for your order?” he questions, raising a brow at her.
as she notices the way he’s watching her, like he’s seeing right through her ‘i’m fine’ facade and her soul, she nods shakily as a shiver rushes through her spine.
“y—yes. thank you.” she mumbles as he nods and says something about her water being out as soon as possible and puts away his pen and notepad.
but, as he walks back to get her water, he turns around and looks at her once more, this time noticing the scared look in her eyes — it's obvious that there’s more to her than she's revealing.
“i say, ‘can you believe it?’ as we’re lyin’ on the couch. the moment, i could see it. yes, yes, i can see it now.”
with a content sigh, [y/n] moves into rafe’s welcoming arms.
as she lays her head on his chest, his chin resting on top of her head, he wraps his arms around her and a sense of calmness — something neither of them have ever felt in their entire lives — fills their hearts.
it was just them, lying on his couch in the living room of his apartment, relaxing.
it’d been a few weeks, after he’d gotten her number and asked her out on a date — they’d been on countless dates, even though she was a little hesitant to get involved with him because of her past.
and now, they're almost completely comfortable around each other.
although, both rafe and [y/n] still have doubts and hesitance on whether this new and recent relationship will work, or even whether they can let their guards down around and let each other in.
but as they hold each other for a moment longer, a startling thought pops into [y/n]’s head and it causes a shaky breath to leave her lips.
noticing the change in her, rafe moves his chin away from her head and angles his head in a way that helps him see her face completely. he also notices her tearful gaze.
“hey… what’s wrong?” he questions, brushing her hair out of her face.
another sigh later, and she’s shaking her head and waving him off. “i—i’m fine. don’t worry about me.” her voice breaks and trembles, causing him to lift her chin up, in order for her to look at him in the face.
he gives her a pointed look, hoping it’ll coax her into telling him what’s wrong.
with another sigh, she finally voices her thoughts, “i just realized that i’m still scared that you’ll find something wrong with me — that you don’t like — and will either hurt me or leave me… ” she trails off, some of the tears actually escaping her hurt eyes.
realization hits him as his eyes soften. “i’m not going to leave or hurt you, okay? let’s just see how this goes.” he murmurs seriously, rubbing a comforting hand over her arms to soothe the upset mood she's in.
sighing once more, she nods, before snuggling further into his embrace, eyes closing.
“do you remember, we were sitting there by the water? you put your arm around me for the first time. you made a rebel of a careless man’s careful daughter. you are the best thing, that’s ever been mine.”
loud giggles leave her lips as he playfully chases her into the water.
“rafe! n—no! don’t you dare think about doing what i think you’re about to do!” [y/n] exclaims, noticing the mischievous glint in his eyes as she holds a hand up in the air.
he smirks in amusement.
then, he runs toward her — despite, her moving back every time he gets closer — and grabs her, lifting her up and running further into the water, before throwing her into the deeper part of the water.
she goes under for a moment, before eventually coming back up.
“r—rafe!” she exclaims, coughing a bit, since some water went into her nose and mouth when she went under.
she glares at him, shivering and trying to remain upset with him.
but then, he breaks into that smile — you know which one, the one that would make any girl’s heart swell — and her pissed-off resolve starts to fade away.
then, he laughs.
“you’re so cute when you try to act mad.” he murmurs, moving closer to her as she moves to stand up, still shivering.
she groans, a smile trying to desperately make its way onto her face.
“rafeeee! you can’t say stuff like that… ” she mumbles, full-on blushing now.
he chuckles at her reaction, before moving his hands up her arms in a repetitive motion, in order to warm her up better.
then, he moves his arm to put around her shoulder and starts walking closer to the shore with her.
as they finally sit back down on the towel, that’s near the water,          [y/n] snuggles further into rafe’s chest, a content sigh leaving her lips as she begins to feel at peace.
“thank you.”
“for what?” rafe looks down at her, eyebrows furrowing as he becomes confused on what she’s thanking him for.
[y/n] hesitates for a second. “for showing me how to live life without me feeling like i don’t deserve it.” she murmurs quietly, her voice coming out small.
after hearing her statement, realization hits rafe of what she means — she's talking about her old home life, before she moved away from her family.
her father was a workaholic and not the best person in the world, always snapping at her and her mother.
not only that, but her family was always, always fighting.
and she was always the blame when it came to her family defending their actions — she never got to live the life she deserved.
but now, she can. with rafe.
“of course. you deserve to live your life to the fullest and to always be happy, okay?” he murmurs softly before placing a gentle kiss to her forehead.
“flash forward and we’re taking on the world together. and there’s a drawer of my things at your place. you learn my secrets and you figure out why i’m guarded. you say you’ll never make my parents’ mistakes.”
rafe watches in concern as [y/n] struggles to get off of the phone with her family — a family she honestly wants nothing to do with.
with a heavy sigh, she finally hangs up, before making her way over to the kitchen’s table.
“god… ” she mutters, wiping away the fresh tears away from her cheeks.
“angel, what’s going on?” rafe murmurs, moving to sit beside her, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.
[y/n] sighs, refusing to look him in the eye — she knows that the second she looks at him, the truth will come tumbling out.
though, rafe doesn’t take offense to this and simply waits for when she’s ready to talk.
and when she does finally look over at him, the tears fall and the stuttering and trembling statements of the truth come out.
rafe’s eyes soften as he calmly and patiently listens to her.
“princess, i hope you know that i would never hurt you like your parents. and i’ll never hurt you the way your dad hurt your mom.” he murmurs seriously, moving his hand to cup one of her cheeks.
“you p—promise?” she trembles, more tears falling.
he nods. “always.”
then, he pulls her in for a hug, allowing her to let everything out.
“but we got bills to pay. we got nothing figured out, when it was hard to take. yes, yes, this is what i thought about.”
she lets out a light giggle when she feels those familiar arms wrapping around her waist as she continues to try to think straight on the numbers she's trying to put together.
"what're you doing?" he murmurs, kissing her neck, before glancing down at the paper that she's holding over the table.
a quick sigh in defeat leaves her lips when he pulls away from her and takes the paper from her and folds it, before putting it in his back pocket.
"you don't need to worry about that right now." he says seriously as she turns around to face him with a stern expression.
he rolls his eyes at her determination and stubbornness. "don't give me that look, sweetheart."
she opens her mouth to defend herself, but he interrupts her, "you don't have to worry about that."
she raises her hands up in the air in clear frustration. "but, i live here! i can't just live here — with you — and not pay for it!"
rafe rolls his eyes — again — at her, becoming frustrated himself. "princess, you don't have to pay for that."
she groans, clenching her eyes shut for a moment, before opening up her eyes and marching over to him.
"yes," she says, tapping his chest with her pointer finger, before continuing on, "i do. i've been living with you for a long while!"
"and," she says, motioning to the living room, where a lot of her stuff is sitting in boxes. "i already have all of my stuff here!"
rafe sighs, knowing that she has a right to feel this way, especially with the way she was raised.
giving her a serious look, he places each of his hands over her shoulders, trying to calm her down and ease her worries. "okay." he simply says.
she knits her eyebrows together in confusion and shock. "okay?"
he nods, chuckling at her shocked reaction. "yes, okay. we'll figure this out. but, for right now, let's just relax and take it one step at a time, okay?"
with a quiet sigh, she nods, letting him lead her into the living room.
"do you remember, we were sitting there by the water? you put your arm around me for the first time. you made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter. you are the best thing that's ever been mine."
it was meant to be a quiet, romantic picnic by the water. but, it becomes something else entirely.
something much more carefree and exciting.
rafe had planned this for the past few days, knowing that despite he'd been trying to get her to relax about the bills, she was going to be stressed no matter what.
but, that didn't mean that he couldn't give her a nice evening to distract her.
it really was meant to be serious, but that's exactly what [y/n] didn't want. because she wanted the distraction too.
and she's not quite sure how it happens, but she finds herself letting her guard down and wanting to live in excitement.
it's hard to explain, but rafe makes her happy and he makes her feel like she can actually live without everything she's been through holding her back.
that's exactly why when rafe hands her a bowl of grapes, she grabs a few and jokingly throws them at him.
she giggles when she sees the shocked look on his face, but then a teasing glint fills his eyes and a mischievous smile forms on his lips.
"oh, you're gonna pay for that one, sweetheart!" he says, getting up and preparing to get to her, causing her to squeal in both excitement and shock.
she giggles as she gets up and runs away from him, an insane amount of happiness and peace filling her at the current situation — it's moments like this with rafe that makes life feel worth living.
as she keeps running through the spacious field with tall grass and weeds, she glances back again, only to not see him.
this causes her to stop in confusion and look around.
only when she looks in front of her, does she see him jokingly running towards her.
"no!" she squeals, moving to run in the opposite direction, but he catches up to her and is able to pull her to his chest by wrapping his arms around her waist.
she giggles, sighing in defeat, before groaning in feigned-sadness.
"you got me, cameron."
he chuckles, leaning closer to kiss her shoulder and inhaling her scent, taking in the moment. "yes, i do."
the love in his voice causes her to turn around in his hold, his hands holding her waist as she cups his face in her hands.
maybe she's just in the moment — she doesn't know, and she doesn't care — but she murmurs those three words in honesty, "i love you."
he's shocked for a moment, before leaning closer to press a kiss to her forehead. "i love you, too."
a smile takes over both of their lips.
"do you remember all the city lights on the water? you saw me start to believe for the first time. you made a rebel out of a careless man's careful daughter. you are the best thing that's ever been mine."
a big smile on her face is what distracts rafe from the booming and bright fireworks.
that big smile, paired with the excited and awed glint in her eyes as she admires how the fireworks shine and reflect through the water makes his heart nearly stop.
he should be enjoying the celebratory fireworks, but he's only focused on her, because seeing her happy is everything he's ever wanted — possibly from the first moment he met her, even when she refused to get to know him in the beginning because of how scared she was to let him in, after everything she's been through.
noticing how quiet he is, [y/n] turns to face him, adorable confusion in her eyes as she knits her eyebrows together in concern.
"rafe? what's wrong?"
he's quiet for a moment, before shaking his head with a happy smile on his lips. "nothing."
"you sure?" she asks, still very much confused and worried.
that excitement that she expressed before is long gone now as she starts to ramble, "if something's wrong, we can go. it's okay if you're not feeling these fireworks anymore."
rafe immediately shakes his head, moving to kiss her forehead. "everything's fine. i promise."
"okay... then, what is it? what's on your mind?" she asks, tilting her head to the side in further confusion.
he chuckles, smiling down at her. "i just like seeing my girl happy."
not expecting this, [y/n]'s mouth falls open for a second, before her face turns red, clearly loving being called his girl.
he smirks at this, fully knowing his effect on her.
she sighs and leans her forehead over his, not caring who sees. "rafe, i hope you know you've changed my life and i'm so much more happier for it — with you in it."
those words bring a big smile to his lips. "good, i'm glad."
"oh-oh, oh."
one thing she loves most about being with rafe is how complete and happy she feels around him.
because despite the fact that she believed that she'd be stuck in her trauma for the rest of her life, he's shown her that there's more to life and that she wants what he's given to her.
"and i remember that fight, 2:30 a.m. as everything was slipping right out of our hands. i ran out crying and you followed me out into the street. braced myself for the goodbye. 'cause it's all i've ever known. then you took me by surprise. you said, 'i'll never leave you alone.' (oh)."
it was over something stupid — some small argument that turned into a screaming match.
it was something that caused the both of them to lose their control and snap at the other — that let them lose their cool.
it started with [y/n] just asking him a question — and of course it was about the bills because she wanted to do what she could to pay for her living with him.
then, he'd gotten frustrated. and what was once bickering, turned into something much more worse.
and it's not like they're angry at each other.
[y/n] just couldn't shake the feeling of being like a burden and rafe just wanted to show her that that's not how he sees or feels about her.
and it just didn't feel good for either of them — the insults and frustrated comments they made towards each other only made things worse.
when rafe opens his mouth to say something else, [y/n] quickly turns around and walks over to the door.
this throws him off, making him gape at her in surprise.
"[y/n], where are you going?" he asks, getting up and starting to step towards her, but he doesn't get close to her when she quickly twists the door knob and pulls the door open.
she runs out, and despite the pouring rain, she races into it, running until her feet hurt, to the other side of the apartment.
with breathless gasps and sobs leaving her body, she stops short and falls to her knees with her hands quickly hiding her face behind them with her shoulders shaking.
all she can think about is that she's probably messed everything up.
she just had to get involved with the bills and bring up — once again, for the millionth time — how she needs to pay her share for staying with him.
all she can think about is that as soon as she goes back into his apartment, he's going to break up with her and kick her out with a broken heart.
footsteps stop from behind her, but she doesn't hear it because she's distracted with the negative thoughts in her head.
then, a touch to her shoulder shakes her out of her own head and causes her to shakily stand up and turn around.
but, she doesn't look at him, she keeps her head downcast, refusing to see that disappointed look that's most likely on his face right now.
"hey, look at me." he murmurs softly, his heart hurting at how upset she is — how upset he's made her.
she still doesn't, however.
with a deep sigh, he lifts her chin up, forcing her to look at him. "i'm sorry, baby. i'm so sorry. i didn't mean to hurt you."
he frowns as she takes a deep breath, the tears spilling onto her cheeks.
a shaky breath leaves his lips and his eyes immediately soften, gently swiping away the tears with a tender expression on his face.
"i love you so much, princess. it was never my intention to get so cruel. please, know that." he murmurs, his face quickly forming with an expression of guilt and regret.
she sighs, finally finding the courage to speak, "it's not your fault, rafe. this is on me. i'm the one that's been bombarding you with letting me help with the bills — i just kept pushing."
he tilts his head slightly to the side in confusion.
when she doesn't say anything else, he shakes his head. "hey, this isn't your fault. i shouldn't have gotten so mad at you."
her bottom lip trembles, hating how upset she's getting around him.
"it is, though. i've messed everything up and our relationship is going to fall apart because i always destroy everything i touch." she whispers this emotional statement, but rafe hears it clearly.
he sighs, stepping closer to her and gently cupping her cheeks in his hands. "baby, when you told me the truth about your family, i told you then that i'd never hurt you like that." he says seriously, causing her to knit her eyebrows together.
"i promised you that. and that includes not leaving you, okay?" he murmurs, frowning when he sees more tears fill her eyes.
"i'm not leaving you — ever. i meant it when i said i loved you, and i still do."
she still doesn't believe it for a second, but when he doesn't say anything else and his face stays with an expression of honesty, she changes her mind — she believes him now.
"you promise that?" she asks quietly, her voice tight.
he nods, his face still filled with honesty, before he pulls her into him and wraps his arms around her body, while her face falls into his chest and her arms go around his back.
"we're going to figure this out, i promise."
shockingly, those words do just enough to comfort her in the moment.
"you said, 'i remember how we felt, sitting by the water. and every time i look at you, it's like the first time. i fell in love with a careless man's careful daughter. she is the best thing that's ever been mine.'"
it was unexpected to say the least.
she didn't even know how they found her — she hadn't told many people from her old town where she'd moved.
but, somehow, they found her.
the only thing she hates most, is that rafe gets dragged into it — she doesn't want this for him.
but, she and rafe had gone out, to go get some breakfast and then get some groceries, since they've been running low on a lot of things.
and on their way home, [y/n] almost trips, causing rafe to immediately catch her in his arms when they both realize that it's because one of her shoes is untied.
as rafe bends down to tie her shoes, she rolls her eyes at his joking manners.
"there you go, my lady!" he says with a joking tone of voice as he stands back up.
she giggles, rolling her eyes at him. "you're so silly right now, rafe cameron."
he smiles, happy to see her smile as he leans in to place a kiss on her forehead.
despite the fact that they're in the middle of the path of the sidewalk, the couple doesn't even take notice of the people walking past them and giving them dirty looks.
"you're so cute." he murmurs, pulling her body into his and wrapping one of his arms around hers, before pressing a tender kiss to her forehead.
this only causes her to giggle in response, a happy smile taking over on her face.
"you really are, though." he says when he pulls away from her.
she shrugs, not quite believing him herself.
he sighs, rolling his eyes at her clear refusal to believe him.
"you are, sweetheart," he says seriously, now moving his hands to hold her face in his hands. "you are quite literally the best thing to ever happen to me."
her mouth falls open in surprise, before her cheeks flush red and a small smile forms on her lips.
"you really mean that?" she asks softly, tilting her head to the side and watching him closely.
he nods quietly, causing a happy glint to fill her eyes and for her smile to turn into something bigger.
"i feel the same about you, cameron."
the both of them find themselves stuck in the moment, but when someone else passes them, they remember where they are.
rafe steps away from her, but not before intertwining their hands together and leading her down the pathway that's near the apartment building.
but, when they finally get there, two people standing outside makes [y/n] freeze in place.
rafe turns to face her with concern on his face. "hey, what's wrong?" he asks, noticing what she's looking at, making him turn to look too.
not knowing who they are, he turns back to face her. "who are they? do you know them?"
she gulps nervously as the unknown couple starts walking towards them.
catching rafe's nervous face, she quietly explains in a tight voice, "they're my parents."
rafe's once concerned face shifts into one of instinctive-protectiveness.
when he turns back around, her parents finally step in front of them.
[y/n] gulps nervously, barely even noticing the way rafe steps in front of her protectively with one of his arms in front of her — she's too distracted.
"you need to leave." rafe says, before either of [y/n]'s parents can speak first.
her mother is startled, whereas her father becomes quickly irritated. "who do you think you are? we're only here to speak to our daughter!"
her mother, despite everything she's put [y/n] through, nervously touches her ex-husband's shoulder to stop him from starting anything, especially in public.
he, however, harshly shrugs her hand off of his shoulder with an angry look in his eyes.
rafe turns to check on his girlfriend, only to notice the scared and nervous look in her eyes.
seeing this only makes him even more irritated — he hates to see her happy mood from before become sour and sad.
"you seriously need to go. you don't get to pop up back into her life after putting her through hell." he tries his best to stay calm.
this only angers [y/n]'s father; he scoffs angrily, motioning to his daughter. "[y/n], tell this idiot to leave and let us talk!"
[y/n]'s mother winces, nervously glancing around them, noticing that people, who're passing by, are stopping to watch.
somehow, though, [y/n] finds the courage to shake her head insistently. "no. he stays."
this only aggravates her father even more.
"are you really going to let him talk to us like this?!"
she flinches, stepping back.
however, seeing this is just enough for rafe. "you guys need to go. [y/n] has moved on from what you guys put her through and she doesn't need this or any more surprise visits. she doesn't owe you anything."
her father goes to say more, but his ex-wife stops him by grabbing his shoulder to hold him back.
rafe turns back to face [y/n], grabbing her hand and holding it in his own gently.
a soft look fills his face as he speaks his next words, "your daughter is an amazing woman, despite how much you've hurt her. and i love her," he says, causing her to smile in appreciation and love, before he turns back to face her parents again. "and she doesn't need this from you."
"so, do her a favor and leave. and don't come back." he says tensely, still holding her back from behind her.
"excuse me?!" [y/n]'s father exclaims angrily, moving to step forward, not scaring rafe one bit, considering he's use to abusive men like his father.
rafe stays standing in front of his girlfriend in a protective stance, but her mother is the one who reacts before her ex-husband can.
a look of defeat fills her face as she struggles to pull him away from his daughter and her boyfriend.
"let's just go. this was a mistake." she says, still struggling to hold him back.
finding the courage, [y/n] says the next thing that — shockingly — convinces him to leave, "dad, please. just go," she anxiously flinches when she sees the angry look in his eyes, after what she says next, "i'm sorry, but i don't want anything to do with either of you. and you both owe it to me to do that for me."
with a shocked expression, he lets his ex-wife pull him away from them.
when they're finally gone, rafe and [y/n] turn to each other, allowing her the final moment to break.
she drops the grocery bags to the ground, beginning to breathe heavily with tears spilling to her cheeks.
rafe sighs, knowing what she needs as he pulls her into his chest, dropping his own bags to the ground gently.
"it's okay, baby. they're gone." he murmurs quietly, finally wrapping his arms around her body and allowing her to feel what she needs to.
"hold on, make it last. hold on, never turn back. (hold on), you made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter. (hold on), you are the best thing that's ever been mine."
it wasn't a good time. not for either of them.
[y/n] knew that getting into a relationship so soon with rafe was bound to cause some issues for her.
especially with how she struggled in the beginning to open up and let him in and to begin to love him because that would mean letting down her guard and getting attached to him, until he'd eventually leave, because that's all that ever happens with her.
but, rafe is different — he promised he'd never leave or hurt her, and he meant that, and he still does.
it was just one of those days with an intense episode and this time, she can't control it.
and rafe having his own experience with mental health is able to see it from a mile away. and he's able to be there for her — and refuses to leave her — despite what she expects.
he walks past the hallway of the apartment, only to find her on the floor, against the couch, in the living room.
she's shaking and her face is practically beat red from crying and her breathing is panicked.
"baby?" he calls, causing her to immediately glance up in surprise.
her mouth falls open, her eyes filled with panic, but she quickly looks down and hides her face behind her hands.
"i'm fine, rafe. just leave me alone." she says, loud enough for him to hear, hoping that he'll listen because there's no way he'll still see her the same if he witnesses any more of this episode that she's clearly having right now.
this doesn't do anything to deter him.
in fact, it only concerns him more as he races over to her in concern.
her breathing only becomes much more heavy and rushed as he kneels in front of her.
"princess, talk to me." he murmurs quietly, internally struggling on how to be there for her without setting her off — he knows too well how it feels to be so consumed with pain, but to snap at anyone because of it.
she doesn't say anything, but her hands shake as she desperately tries to hold in everything she feels, in order to not snap at her boyfriend.
"hey," he murmurs, finally reaching over to gently pull her hands away from her face. "you can talk to me. you don't have to go through this alone." he murmurs, quickly becoming much more worried when he sees the way she's struggling to breathe.
the look in his eyes that are filled with both concern and love gives her the courage to finally talk, "r—rafe, i can't... i can't b—breathe... "
that pressure on her chest becomes incredibly tighter as she clenches her eyes shut in further panic.
he sighs, soothingly running one of his hands over one side of her hair in worry.
"okay... do you know if you're having a panic attack or anxiety attack, or is this an episode?" he asks genuinely, grabbing one of her hands and rubbing his thumb over it soothingly as he waits for her answer.
she shakes her head in more stress, shaking. "i—i don't know... i think... i—it might be b—both."
rafe sighs stressfully, before letting go of her hand to move to sit beside her.
"okay," he says in determination to help her as he grabs her hands to hold gently. "what i want you to do, is breathe with me, okay?"
she breathlessly nods, her eyes following his hand that's taking one of hers to hold over his chest and over his heart.
he counts to three, before nodding along with her as he starts to breathe calmly and deeply.
a shaky breath leaves her lips as she breathes deeply and calmly with him, but it doesn't feel like she's actually breathing on the inside.
noticing this, rafe nods, still very much determined. "okay, this is okay," he murmurs, holding her hand with his over hers that's over his heart. "just keep going, okay? you can do this."
she nods, still struggling to breathe with searing tears falling repetitively.
"it's okay. just close your eyes, and focus on my heartbeat and just try to breathe." he murmurs, trying to ignore how worried he is about her — he needs to be strong for her to get through this.
closing her eyes, she tries to take a deep breath and listens to the calm and normal beating of his heart.
after a while, she begins to calm down with her breaths returning to normal.
taking another deep breath, she sighs in relief and leans into him. "thank you, rafe."
he nods, wrapping his arm around her shoulder.
after a few more minutes, she pulls away from him with an embarrassed expression clear on her face.
"i'm sorry. i hate that you saw me like that." she apologizes, glancing down at her now fidgeting hands, feeling deep in her bones that he'll see her completely different, now that he's seen her in this state.
rafe shakes his head at her, grabbing one of her hands with one of his and lifting her chin up with the other. "hey, don't apologize."
she opens her mouth to say more, but he cuts her off, "you're my girl, baby. when you hurt, i hurt. this is what i'm here for."
his words warm her heart and tears fill her eyes.
"you promise that you don't see me differently now?" she asks in barely a whisper.
moving his hands to her cheeks, he smiles at her with a fond smile. "baby, there's not a single thing in the entire world that could ever make me see you differently other than the girl i'm in love with and love with my whole heart."
a small, audible gasp leaves her lips at hearing that statement — this is the first time he's ever admitted to being in love with her.
i mean, sure, he's told her countless times that he loves her, but he's never told her until now that he's in love with her.
"really?" she asks in a whisper, once again.
he nods, smiling at the happy smile that takes over her face.
with no other words exchanged, [y/n] turns to lean her body against him again, only this time they're cuddling each other and closer to each other more than before.
"do you believe it? (yeah, yeah, yeah). we're gonna make it now, (yeah, yeah, yeah). and i can see it, (yeah, yeah). i can see it now."
"are you sure about this?" rafe asks her, his voice filled with nerves.
she turns around to face him, immediately noticing how nervous he is.
"as long as you are," she says, placing her hands on each side of his neck as he leans his body against the side of his car. "seriously, you tell me right now, if you're having doubts. we can always do this a different time."
she is nothing but supportive, something he notices immediately.
the situation that's stressing him out in question? it's about visiting outer banks, to meet with his sister and her friends.
things have been better with them, after he got the help he needed and helped pay for the actions he committed.
but, being on good terms with them isn't what's worrying him — it's the fact that he's going to have to run into his father at some point.
now, the truth is, rafe told [y/n] the truth about everything that happened in the obx when the two of them started getting really serious — he didn't want to lie to her.
but, another thing he's worried about, is him introducing [y/n] to everyone — he worries that they'll think that he doesn't deserve her.
because if they believe that, then he'll have to believe it too.
but, seeing the lost look in his eyes — which is clearly telling her that he's stuck in his head right now — [y/n] catches his attention by wrapping her arms around his neck.
as he wraps his arms around her waist, she leans closer to him, leaning her forehead over his, before pulling away with an infectious smile.
"it's going to be okay. but, it's your decision," she murmurs seriously. "but, if we do go, just know that i'll be there with you the whole time — you won't have to go through this alone."
her words are what helps him make his decision.
"if you're with me, i think we can go."
"yeah?" she asks, just to make sure.
"yeah." he says, confirming it with a smile.
a big smile spreads over her lips, nodding in clear excitement.
"okay," she says in confirmation. "let's go, then."
with that, she pulls away from him, giving him a look that really does prove that every word she said to him is something that she means completely.
this is all he needs to agree.
before they go, however, he pulls her back towards her to press a sweet kiss to her lips — one that she returns.
she pulls away with a big smile. "i love you, cameron."
he laughs in agreement. "and i love you."
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blythsholland · 2 months
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Impromptu Getaway - Tom Blyth x Female!reader
Pairing: Tom Blyth x female!reader
Warnings: none, just fluff! WC: 1.2K
Summary: your boyfriend Tom, takes you on a spontaneous getaway but little did you know a surprise was coming.
AN: This is my attempt on getting back to writing after a long time of not doing so. Any grammatical errors are all mine! Sorry if this isn’t good enough. I hope you all enjoy!
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It was Saturday morning. The sun peeking through the bedroom curtains woke you from your deep slumber. Turning around, you meet the man you were lucky to call yours. His hair was all over the place, the sun hitting his nose, a small smile across his lips even while sleeping, and a subtle amount of scruff he had not had the chance to shave. Tom was all yours, and you were lucky to be his.
You both were in a cozy cabin Tom had rented for the weekend at a ski lodge resort. When he learned he had a small break from filming Billy the Kid, he immediately asked you to go on a spontaneous little trip. Tom had heard of the place before because it was famous for its beautiful views and skiing. So, when he asked, you did not think twice and packed your bags. Thankfully, your work was fully remote, so if Tom were to ask you to go with him anywhere, you would.
Deciding to wake him up, you pressed small kisses against his cheeks, nose, and forehead until they reached his lips.
A small chuckle left his lips, finally opening his gorgeous blue eyes to see you. "Well, good morning to you too, my love."
"Morning handsome. Did you sleep well?"
He pulls you even closer so his lips meet yours. “I always sleep well with you in my arms, darling.”
It was moments like these that made your love for Tom grow even more. No matter how cheesy he would get, the butterflies were always there.
“Is almost 9 in the morning… what are our plans for today?”
“That my love is done. I have planned the day for us beforehand. And trust me, you are going to love everything I have planned out today.”
“Well then, let me shower so we can start our day.”
Getting up from bed, you started to go through your bags, picking up an outfit for the day, when you felt Tom’s arms wrap around your waist and his lips kissing your shoulder. “Can I join you?”
Throughout the day, various activities were made by both of you. To start the day, Tom planned a delicious brunch for the two of you. It was in an outdoor place, being able to take in the fascinating views the resort had. After that, you both instantly hit the slopes. Tom was an expert at skiing. However for you, not so much.
“Tom! You forgot I am not an expert on this. Stop laughing!” You had fallen while trying to come to a stop but had failed horribly with you ending on the snow-covered floor. And yet, that did not stop you both from having fun. Ice skating was next on the list and that did not go as well for Tom as it did for you.
“You know, this is payback for laughing at me when we were skiing.” A chuckle left your lips as you helped Tom get up from the floor after he fell… for a fourth time. “And I bet you’re enjoying this, aren’t you doll?” Giggling, you pressed your lips against his in a small kiss. “Oh, of course I am.”
Nighttime came and you both made it back to the cabin. The activities done throughout the day made you want to take a long hot shower and that was exactly what you did. This gave Tom enough time to prepare one last thing, a surprise for you. After a nice long shower later, you entered the bedroom only to be surprised by Tom, dressed nicely, giving you a look, you could not describe. He seemed a bit nervous, and you could not comprehend why. “Tom is everything okay?”
“Everything is more than okay love.” He responded by pecking your lips in a short kiss. “I have one more plan. It is more of a surprise, and I want you to wear that dress I made you pack. Get ready. I will be waiting for you in the living room.”
While getting ready, you could not help but think about all the possibilities of what it could be. The dress was one Tom loved on you. Something about it made you look even more beautiful than you already were. With one last look in the mirror, you made your way towards the living room to meet with the most beautiful scene in front of you.
In front of the fireplace stood Tom. His eyes looking at you in complete admiration, mesmerized by your beauty, his pupils full of love for you. It was like time stood still. You are standing there in front of him as if you were an angel sent from above, and Tom could not believe he was lucky you were his. Candles around the living room illuminating the place in a soft glow. Rose petals were placed across the floor, creating a passageway for you to walk in. Everything was perfect.
Walking over to you, Tom grabbed your hands and pulled you towards the center of the room. By now, you had a clear idea of what was going on and what was coming next. Tom started talking and that is when your tears fall. “My darling, I have been lucky to call you mine the last three years. You have been there for me every step of the way, through difficulties, cheering me on in my career and work, and I could not have asked for a better person. You are the love of my life, my other half, the one that completes me.”
Grabbing a small box from the back of his trousers, he opens it showing a beautiful diamond ring. He gets on one knee and holds your hand before continuing. “I am so deeply in love with you, and I want us to be like this forever, with you by my side, until we grow old. I knew from the moment I saw you, that you are the one. You captivated me before I even got the courage to talk to you. And here we are tonight, with me on one knee, about to ask you a question that is going to change our lives for the better. My love, my darling, will you make me the happiest and do the honor of marrying me?”
By now, tears were falling freely. His words touched your heart deeply. Tom, the man you love with your entire soul, was in front of you, asking that question you had dreamed of since you both started dating. Somehow something in you knew the day you met Tom; he was going to change your life forever and he certainly did.
Overwhelmed with emotions you could not even utter a word. Instead, you kneeled in front of him. Placing your hand on the apple of his cheeks, wiping away the tears that also fell from his enchanting blue eyes. “Tom, you have my heart and my whole soul. And you have no idea how deeply touched I am by your words. I love you more than you can imagine, so yes! A million, billion, infinite times yes!”
A hearty laugh left his lips, grabbing your left hand as he slid the ring on your finger, before catching your lips with his on an enthusiastic kiss. His lips were soft against yours, his thumb caressing your left cheek while the other tangled itself in your hair. A kiss full of love, passion, and a promise of forever.
tomblyth just posted a photo.
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tomblyth A special weekend with the future Mrs. Blyth 💍❤️🥂
rachelzegler I'M SO HAPPY FOR BOTH OF YOU.
rachelzegler Guys, the way I witnessed both of you fall in love in front of my eyes 🥹🥹🥹🥹
↪ youruser  I love you!!! if it weren’t for you I wouldn’t have made the first move. 🫣
youruser I love you so so much 🥹❤️ can’t wait until forever with you.
↪ tomblyth I love you so much more my darling. Can’t wait to see you walk down the aisle. 😍❤️
hunterschafer OH MY GOD YOU GUYS, so so so immensely happy for both of you. 🩷🩷 @ tomblyth @ youruser
userfan my parents are getting married!!!😭
userfan1 congra😭tu😭la😭tions😭
userfan2 that should be me 😭 I’m kidding you guys, I love you both so much 🥹
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youruser The easiest “Yes” I ever said. I love you with my entire soul!❤️💍🥂 @ tomblyth P.S. Last pic is Tom’s way of celebrating after I said yes.
↪ tomblyth I love you infinite times more, my love. ❤️ And let’s be honest, you loved the way I celebrated on that last pic! 🫢
↪ youruser Oh, you know I did! 🤭
rachelzegler I am going to be the maid of honor btw!
↪ youruser Yes you are! 👗💗
joshandresrivera Did Tom really went outside like that in the cold snow?
↪ tomblyth you bet I did! It was fun!
userfan no wonder Tom posted that random story of him dancing and going outside like that in the snow!
userfan1 The ring is so gorgeous. I’m so happy for both of you omg.🥹😭
userfan2 my parents are so in love 🥹 I want what they have!
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acrushedlittlestar · 28 days
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some gallagher headcanons ~ ♡
fully gn  ੈ✩‧ cw : none! mostly rambling
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the epitome of a gentleman, wants you to hold onto his arm when you walk together, holds open the door for you takes your shoes off for you, if you're having a bath together he'll massage you wherever your soar and handle you so gently while getting out of it too, dries your hair, helps style it if you're into fashion he'll always weigh in his opinions on your outfits and what he thinks looks good on you (though no matter what you choose he'll always be supportive)
calls you sweetheart darling and love 100% they're classic, maybe a bit cheesy but he's allowed to enjoy some corny things right? He also enjoys it. I also thinks he'll call you hun or honey and he's not a big fan of babe or baby they don't feel as intimate as the others.
at the start of your relationship he wouldn't touch you much, citing his rough callused hands would discomfort you, though after some careful convincing and him being a huge physical touch fanatic he'd grow more comfortable holding you when you're by each other
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a stars stories  ੈ✩‧ - the star says she apologises for disappearing and assumes she's been cursed by an evil witch (i got pneumonia) but she's recovered now
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samiswifey · 2 months
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First Days Are Always Tough
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Parings: Sam Carpenter x Fem!Reader
Warnings: none
Summary: it's that time of the month for Sam and she's been feeling very emotional and needy recently. Her emotions are all over the place right now and all she wants is to end her day with you holding her in your arms.
Waking up early in the morning with a pain in her stomach Sam was less than enthusiastic to know that she had started her period. She was very thankful that today was her day off from work so she could just lay in bed and hopefully relax. She was thinking of maybe inviting you over to spend the day with her.
Getting back in bed Sam got no more than three more hours of sleep before she was being woken up by the twins and Tara making breakfast in the kitchen. With a Huff Sam climbed out of bed, put her robe on and shuffled into the kitchen. The first thing she noticed right away was the pile of dishes gathered in the sink that she knew she would have to clean. The next was the smell of several burnt pancakes sitting in the trash. And the third thing was the batter all over the count and stove and Chad. What the hell happened in here?
"What happened in here?" Sam asked.
Tara smiles at her and holds a plate out to her. "Since your day was so bad yesterday the twins and I decided to make you breakfast." She said proudly. "It was supposed to be in bed but you kind of ruined that." Mindy jokes. Chad cut his eyes at her before looking back at Sam. "We hope this makes up for the bad day you had yesterday."
Pulling into the driveway you grabbed the bag and your things before walking up to the front door and knocking twice before entering the apartment. "Sam, sweetheart are you awake? I brought the cookies that you wanted." You called out as you walked further into the apartment.
Sam emerged from her room with a tired smile on her face as she greets you with a hug and a kiss before taking the cookies. Unfortunately after taking a bit she realized that she no longer wanted these. They didn't taste like they did when she had them the first time and now she's just bitterly disappointed by the cookies she once loved.
"What's wrong?" You asked. "Is everything ok?"
Sam shakes her head as she hands you back the cookies. "They don't taste right and I really don't want them anymore." She said softly. You tilted your head in confusion because just yesterday she was raving about these cookies and how much she was craving them and now she doesn't want them. This was familiar.
"Did you start your period today?" You asked quietly.
Sam both loved and hated how much you knew her. "It woke me up and my whole plan was to lay in bed and just watch cheesy movies and relax." She said. You gave her your nervous eyes and Sam immediately knew something was up. "Why are you looking at me like that? What's wrong?" She asked.
"We have that... Thing tonight." You said quickly.
Sam was confused for a second before remembering what she had agreed to a month ago. "Can't we reschedule?" She asked. You gave her a look as you shook your head. "Babe it's her birthday. Of course we can't reschedule." You said. Sam sighs "there goes my day of relaxation
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Knowing that she had to go one when her emotions were all over the place put Sam in a very bitter mode. She didn't want to go out but she made a promise to you and she knew she couldn't go back on it. However that didn't stop her from feeling horrible right now. Her period was absolutely draining her and she really just wanted to crawl back in bed and sleep until she had to get up for work at two tomorrow. Unfortunately sleep will have to wait until she gets back.
"Y/N you have to check this out!"
Sitting on the couch Sam couldn't stop herself from glaring at her own sister. She hated how Tara was hanging on to you and even though she knew she was being irrational she couldn't stop the feeling of jealousy creeping up on her. She was not looking forward to going out right now.
The drive to the restaurant had Sam extremely irritated with everyone in the back seat. She hated the conversation, the loudness and the off key singing that was happening. She couldn't find the fun in any of this and she was ready to put the car over, get out and walk home. She was completely done with this
"You guys are just on time! We've ordered drinks." Kirby said when she greets you guys.
You smiled as you took your seat next to Sam. "We wouldn't miss it." You said. "Happy birthday."
With everyone wishing Kirby a happy birthday Sam sulked back still hating the fact that she was here and not in her cozy bed watching random movies while eating something sweet and salty. She was about to have the worst night ever because of the mood she was in.
As the conversation at the table heated up Sam found herself getting more and more irritated as the time slowly ticked away. She wanted to get up and leave but she also didn't want to be rude to Kirby. She likes Kirby and she really didn't want to hurt her feelings, but right now she, in no way, wants to be here. She wants to be home and in her bed watching movies with you. That's all she wants right now.
When the food arrived Sam immediately regretted her choice of a burger and fries. It looked so good before but now that it's in front of her she didn't want it. She huffed and crossed her arms as she thought about what she wanted to do about her current situation. She could push the plate away but that would draw attention to her not liking what she got. So to avoid that she decided to take small bites of the fries and cut the burger in fours to make it easier to eat. This should get people to not notice that she didn't like what she got.
"Y/N you have to show Kirby that video from yesterday!"
There it was again. The feeling of jealousy and Sam hated it because she had no reason to be jealous of Tara or Kirby but she really couldn't help it. Every time she saw either of them touching you or hugging you she hated it and began rolling her eyes at the interaction between you and the girls. She was beyond annoyed at everything.
Noticing how irritated Sam was you moved closer to her and gently held her hand. "Baby is everything ok? Did you want something else?" You whispered. Sam immediately softened at your touch as she sighed. "No, I'm just going to take it home and have it for lunch." She said. You could tell that was a lie and without people noticing you switched plates with Sam and kissed her cheek before sitting back in your seat.
Sam literally could have cried at what you just did for her but she wasn't in the mood to explain why she was crying so she held back her tears. However her heart was soaring at the fact that you just knew her so well. You knew that she was unhappy with her meal and you switched with her without her even asking. It was a small gesture but it was things like that, that made her fall in love with you. She really loves you.
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As the dinner slowly came to an end the group left the restaurant and decided that it would be a good idea to have a night on the town with the birthday girl but Sam really wasn't feeling that. She didn't want to go to a place where there would be people who would just get on her nerves. That was not in her nightly plans.
"So what do you say Y/N? Wanna head out?" Mindy asked.
You thought for a second but shook your head. "I actually think I'm gonna head home with Sam. Might watch a movie together." You said. The group nodded at that before bidding you and Sam goodbye and heading off to wherever they were going.
You looked at Sam and took her hand as you smiled. "So what do you say? Wanna watch a movie and eat something salty and sweet?" You asked. Sam smiles at you and nodded. "I would love that."
A/N: this was requested to me a few days ago and I hope I did a good job and I really hope you like it.
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