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suuuupernovaaa · 1 year

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kame [ˈk·a.m·ɛ] vtr. see, see into, understand, know (spiritual sense)

Anonymous Request: Could we have something where Metkayina Reader is the chief's daughter, becomes good friends with Neteyam, and is in love with him but doesn't think he finds Metkayina women attractive because he doesn't seem interested in any of the girls, so she asks Lo'ak if he thinks she's pretty because he's also her friend but Neteyam overhears and gets upsets cause he misunderstands why she's asking? Pretty pretty please with a sweet sappy ending.

Feeling insecure about your crush on Neteyam, you ask his younger brother if he thinks Metkayina woman are attractive. Neteyam overhears and misunderstands.

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Lo'ak and I had been sitting quietly on the beach for quite a while, watching the children play nearby as the clouds rolled in, promising rain.

As if reading my mind, Lo'ak pointed up. "Looks like rain."

I nodded. Talk of weather was nice, but what I really wanted to talk about was Lo'ak's older brother.

In the months since they'd arrived, I was unable to get Neteyam off of my mind - but I couldn't read him for the life of me. He was reserved, the oldest Sully brother, not like Lo'ak. Lo'ak wore his heart on his sleeve, lucky for my sister, who was equally enamored with the younger Sully brother.

Neteyam did not seem interested in any of the Metkayina women, and I wondered if our physical differences were unappealing to him. Was my hair too coarse, my tail too wide, my eyes too large?

It wasn't that Neteyam wasn't nice to me, I would even have considered us friends, but the possibility of more than that just didn't seem to be there.

"Lo'ak, do you find me attractive?" I asked finally.

Lo'ak turned to me sharply. "What?"

"I mean, Metkayina women. Do you think they're as pretty as your forest women? Your mother is breathtaking."

He wrinkled his nose at the statement, and then smiled.

"Yes. I think you're attractive," he replied. His reassurance should have comforted me, but it only made me more confused. If Lo'ak could find me attractive, why couldn't his brother?

"Not as attractive as my sister, though, yes?" I leaned over, a teasing smile on my face, bumping my shoulder into his.

Lo'ak sighed, the sound of a man in love. "No one is as beautiful as her."

What I wouldn't give to have Neteyam feel that way about me.

"Yes, I think you're attractive," Neteyam's brother said to Y/N, the woman he had been pining after for months.

Neteyam was approaching the two, planning to join them on the beach, but the snippet of their conversation he'd caught was enough to make him turn on his heels and stalk back to his mauri pod.

He felt betrayed by Lo'ak, even though he hadn't said so much as a whisper of his feelings for Y/N - mostly he felt mad for Y/N's younger sister, whom he'd thought his brother was growing close to.

Was Lo'ak to betray her? Was her own sister to betray her? Maybe Y/N was not the woman he thought she was, after all.

It began raining soon, and Lo'ak and I stood to leave the beach.

"I gotta ask," Lo'ak said as we walked back towards our respective homes. "Why the question - uh, about you being pretty?"

A blush heated my cheeks.

"It's Neteyam, isn't it?" he said, trying not to smile too wide. "You like Neteyam?"

I shrugged. "He doesn't seem interested, in any of the women here. I thought maybe he found us unappealing."

Lo'ak shook his head. "He's just shy. Give him time."

I wasn't so sure. We parted ways with a friendly goodbye, and I returned to my family for the evening with much to think about.

The next morning, the clouds had cleared and the day was beautiful. I set out early with Tsireya at my mother's request - she was wary of Lo'ak, and wanted Tsireya supervised at all times.

"I think Lo'ak is a nice young man," I told her as we waded into the water. "We had a nice talk last night."

She smiled, ear to ear, her beautiful smile. I had always wished I had Tsireya's sunny disposition and kind heart - she was a joy to everyone who knew her.

"What did you talk about?"

I looked away, blushing a little. "Neteyam."

She gasped, reaching out to grab my arm. "You like Lo'ak's brother?" She giggled with excitement.

"I asked Lo'ak if the women here were appealing to him. Of course, I know you are beautiful to Lo'ak, but I wondered if Neteyam maybe... thought I was ugly."

Tsireya gasped. "Y/N, you must never speak like that again. You are exceedingly beautiful, as well as smart, skilled, our fastest swimmer-"

I cut her off before she could continue on. "Sister, please."

"Well, it's true!" she replied forcefully. "If Neteyam does not like you, he's a moron."

We giggled together. Talking with my sister always made me feel better, no matter the issue.

Later that day, I happened upon Neteyam alone - as I had been looking for him nearly all day. Tsireya had given me the confidence I needed to try and really talk to him.

"Neteyam!" I called when I found him, swimming just off shore as I stood on the beach.

He raised one hand and waved to me, and began his approach. I stood waiting, fidgeting nervously with my hands as he came towards me at what felt like a snail's pace.

He shook his hair when he exited the water, and as usual, I was overcome with his beauty.

"Hello," Neteyam nodded, somewhat formally.

"I need to talk to you," I said quickly.

He cocked his head to the side. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong. I just... need to tell you something, and I have the courage to tell you now, but I probably won't later."

Neteyam shook his head. "I already know."

I took a step back in surprise. "You do?"

Did Lo'ak tell him? He wouldn't do that to me - he was my friend.

"I do. I have to say, Y/N, I thought better of you."

That was... not the response I was expecting. In fact, it didn't make sense at all. Me having feelings for him made him think less of me?

"Neteyam, I... what?"

"I thought you cared for your sister, and you know how she feels about Lo'ak." He was angry, his teeth gritted, his eyes narrowed. He was angry at me.

"Neteyam, what are you talking about?"

He scoffed. "I heard you at Lo'ak last night, him telling you how beautiful you are. How could the two of you do that to Tsireya?"

I had never seen Neteyam so angry, certainly not at me. He had heard a part of our conversation last night and assumed the absolutely worst - that I would betray my most beloved sister.

Tears filled my eyes. "I can't believe you would think this of me." Before I could embarrass myself any further, I turned and ran back home to cry in my father's arms.

He had expected to feel better after confronting Y/N, but she hadn't reacted the way Neteyam expected. Instead of feeling self-righteous, Neteyam felt confused and guilty as he returned home.

He sat silently at dinner, and though his family asked what was wrong, he shrugged them off.

He couldn't quite explain it.

"I can't believe you would think this of me."

What did she mean by that? He had heard her and Lo'ak's conversation with his own ears.

Speaking of, just as the sun was setting less than an hour later, Lo'ak entered the tent - and he was angry.

"Neteyam, you fucking idiot!" he yelled, in front of the entire family.

"Whoa, whoa!" Jake stood up in an instant, followed by Neteyam, and placed himself between the boys to avoid escalation.

"You... you fucking idiot!" Lo'ak yelled again.

"Mad that I caught you?" Neteyam asked, spitting out the words like daggers.

"You know nothing! You broke her heart, do you know that?" Lo'ak yelled.

"Stop this, now!" their mother demanded. "Explain." She turned to Neteyam first.

"Everyone knows that Tsireya is in love with Lo'ak, but last night on the beach, he was telling her sister how beautiful she is. I heard it with my own years!"

Neteyri's eyes widened in shock, and she turned to her younger son.

"Lo'ak, is this true?"

"No!" Lo'ak shouted. "Well, yes, but that's not what happened."

"Lower your voice, and explain," Neytiri said calmly.

"She asked because she thought this idiot," he gestured to Neteyam, "didn't think Metkayina women were beautiful. She wasn't asking if I thought she was attractive - she was asking if we could find her, all the women here, as beautiful as the women from back home. Because she likes you, you idiot!"

"Stop calling your brother names," Jake demanded, stepping from in-between his sons, but that was where his advice ended - this seemed like a conversation for their mother.

"He went and accused her of betraying her sister, and she's been crying all night. Tsireya came to tell me, because you need to fix it."

Lo'ak's words were like a knife in Neteyam's chest. He could picture Y/N's face on the beach, how crushed she had been, and he had never felt more guilty or regretful in his life.

He couldn't believe the things he'd believed about her, and said directly to her. He put his face in his hands and sighed.

"Shit," he whispered.

"You must go apologize, now. She is the chief's daughter. You go make peace," his mother insisted, grabbing his arm. "Come. We go now."

"Mom!" Neteyam said, but there was no getting around it - his mother was going to march him over to apologize to the woman he loved.

After my embarrassing display of emotion early - which was very out of character for me - my father would not let me further than a foot away from him. We sat, eating together, with his arm around my shoulders.

Every so often he would mutter something like, "Idiot boy," or "hideous moron" and I had to admit, it helped.

He finally let me go to clean up after dinner, and Tsireya gave my arm a squeeze as she joined to help.

"I am sorry for the intrusion," someone said at the entrance to our mauri, and we all turned to look. Standing there was Neteyam, his mother holding his arm. "My son owes your daughter an apology."

"Oh no," I whispered under my breath, meeting eyes with Tsireya.

My parents locked eyes with each other. I could tell they both wanted to rip poor Neteyam's throat out, but after a moment, they nodded with each other.

"Hear the boy out," my mother said, bending down to grab my arm. "You will return soon."

"Yes, mother," I nodded, and followed Neteyam and his mother out of the tent.

Neytiri followed us down to the beach, but then broke away, leaving us completely alone in the moonlight.

We stood, staring out at the water for a long, awkward moment.

Finally, Neteyam spoke.

"Never in my life have I been such a fool, or hurt someone I care about so deeply. I was overtaken by jealousy when I heard you and my brother talking, and I assumed the worst. I know you may not be able to forgive me, but I will never stop being sorry."

Tears filled my eyes again, but I couldn't form a reply.

"You should know that I think you are the most beautiful creature I have ever laid eyes on. I have been mesmerized by you since the moment we arrived. You are all I think about, day and night. My biggest regret is that I did not tell you that, every single day. If I had, we would have avoided all this. I see you, Y/N. I see you."

Neteyam reached up, brushing a tear from my cheek, and I leaned my face into his palm.

He took a sharp breath in.

"I see you, and I forgive you, Neteyam," I said finally. Continuing to be angry at Neteyam, now that I knew how he felt, seemed like an impossible task. "And I would kiss you now, but I think both our mothers are watching."

A smile spread across his lips, and he bent down to hover his lips just above mine. "I do not care."

#neteyam #Neteyam x reader #avatar #avatar 2 #Neteyam fic

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hysteria-things · 1 month

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COULD U POSSIBLY MAKE A MATT FIC BASED OFF OF THIS TIKTOK OR SONG (YOU CAN DECIDE IF U WANT IT TO BE SMUT OR NOT IF U DO MAKE ONE) https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8wp5H2t/

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MY OH MY

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dom!matt x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you get into a pickle when you get poured on, but don’t worry… somebody comes to save you.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUTTY, swearing, making out, p in v, ass grabbing, faux sympathy, cum eating (🙈)

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1,400

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: meant to post earlier but tumblr decided to close the draft without saving as i was proofreading/editing🤣

hope you enjoy @sluttyformatt :)

rain trickles down your hair to your shoes; workout clothes soaked.

you wanted to go on a late-night walk, then suddenly it started pouring out of nowhere. currently, you’re standing under a roof edge, arms crossed while you wait for your ride.

your brother isn’t around to pick you up, so your last resort was his best friend. he’s your brother’s age, who’s two years older than you. he’s known him ever since high school, yet your mother always said matt was a bad influence.

although, you do see where she’s coming from. matt was the type to always get in trouble in school, and overall he’s just a big grump. he’s only been nice to you, your brother, and of course his siblings.

headlights glow down the street, getting closer until the minivan stops in front of you. you quickly head over to it, open the door, and get in on the passenger’s side. “hi matty!” you beam. “thank you so much for picking me up. i didn’t know it was going to rain.”

he looks at you, wearing the leather jacket he’s had for as long as you can remember.

he truly doesn’t understand how you can be so happy no matter what, even if you are drenched in water. “you should’ve checked the weather before you left.” he mumbles, putting the car in drive.

“well, it was sunny all day. i didn’t expect rain. it’s okay, though. it’s like a surprise shower.” you smile, fastening the seatbelt.

“uh oh,” you say, looking through your fanny pack that you have strapped to your stomach.

he sighs, still focusing on the road. “what is it now?”

“i may or may not have left my keys home and locked myself out. nobody’s home.” you lick your teeth. “can i come to your place until my brother picks me up? pretty please, matty?”

“fine.” he inhales sharply. “and stop calling me matty.”

it’s silent as you two sit on the couch. your brother texted you saying he’ll let you know when he’s on his way, but god knows how long that’ll be. (despite it being almost midnight)

matt notices a shiver, taking his eyes off of his phone to look. your hands rub up and down your arms trying to warm up, but the chattering of your teeth indicates that it isn’t helping. “go to my room and grab one of my hoodies and pajama pants. they should be in my dresser.” he says coolly.

you smile. “it’s okay, i can wait. i’m fine.”

“put them on.” he demands. “you’re soaking wet and freezing.”

staring at him, he keeps staring back because of your silence. “go.”

you sigh like a child, getting up from the couch and walking down the hallway into his bedroom.

matt’s clothes are far too big on you, but you do feel warmer and more comfortable. his pants hang low just past your waistline. the hoodie on the other hand is long, causing the sleeves to give you sweater paws.

you sit on the chair he has in the corner, scrolling on your phone. matt can’t help but stand at the doorway, watching you.

not in a creepy way, but the fact you’re wearing his clothes has his dick reacting from the view. the way it’s too big for your body turns him to fuck on.

he cannot feel this way toward you. your his best friend’s sister, for god’s sake. but he can’t help it.

“feel better?”

you get startled by his voice. “yes, thank you.”

“told you so,” he grumbles.

rolling your eyes playfully, you stand up. “i didn’t mean to linger in here. i got distracted.”

as you start to walk by him, he grabs onto your shoulders to stop you. your breath hitches at the feeling of his rings; the way they drag down your arm makes you subconsciously clench your thighs together.

his cologne floods your nostrils, and the way he’s looking at you is different now.

he’s always been a grumpy kid and had a resting bitch face, but now he’s looking at you seductively and with need.

the hand that was on your arm now cups the front of your neck. there’s no pressure, but the fingers with no rings go over your bottom lip.

he sighs sympathetically. “it sucks that you’re off limits. i would so fuck you right now.”

your eyebrows raise high from the sudden courage he had to just blurt that out. however, you smirk.

“if you kiss me.” you shrug. “i might let it happen.”

he groans, leaning down to smash his lips on yours.

still intact, you grab his jacket and pull him in closer, your bodies moving at the same rhythm.

he starts to push you back to where the chair is, turning you 180° so he’s the one sitting in it while you straddle his lap.

your hips grind, rubbing just the right spot on not only you but him also. you smile into the kiss when you feel him hardening beneath you.

tugging at the pants you're wearing, he pulls away. “take these off.”

you shimmy them down your legs as he unbuckles his belt and pulls his bottoms down below his thighs. he grabs your hips to hover you over him, but stops and teases the tip.

you wiggle to get some friction as he smirks. “manners.”

“please.” you whine. “please let me ride your cock. i’m so fucking wet for you.”

matt sinks you slowly onto him, your walls immediately stretching to his size. “i didn’t know you had such a dirty mouth.”

you mumble something into his chest, bouncing uncontrollably on his dick. your sweater paws ball up on his biceps. your ass slaps repeatedly on his skin, the sound echoing off the walls.

he tuts, grabbing your ass and giving it a firm squeeze. “why so quiet?”

“stop.” you mewl, nuzzling your face even deeper into his body. your face is hot from embarrassment.

“is somebody embarrassed to be fucking her brother’s best friend? it looks like ms. goody-two-shoes is a little naughty.” he says lowly into your ear, causing you to start whimpering and going even faster.

it doesn’t take long for his tip to brush against the right spot “oh, fuck.” you moan, legs shaking at his sides.

“better not get this chair dirty, otherwise i’ll make you clean it,” he warns, knowing that you can’t control your orgasm.

pouting, you clench hard. of course, your release runs down his thighs and onto the seat. your eyes are glassed over while you look at him, who’s shaking his head. “you’re making a mess.”

somehow so quickly, he lifts you off of him and onto the floor. now, he’s behind you, and your cheek leans against the chair.

he again nudges at your entrance, this time you buck your hips back but he grips them tight. “clean up your mess first.”

he doesn’t ask. he orders while pushing your head down further into the cushion.

obeying, you flick your tongue onto your arousal. normally, you’d find this gross, but you’re so wet and turned on that you’ll listen to whatever he says. his presence feels like you are under a spell.

a sweet and salty taste fall on your tongue, following his instructions to a t.

a hum of approval is heard behind you. he spreads your legs wider, slamming into you with no warning.

you moan loudly, arching as much as you can in this position. “m-matt! shit, matt!” you yelp.

he grunts, taking in how well your pussy feels engulfing him.

tears threaten to spill from your eyes once they roll back, moaning loud and clear when your g-spot gets abused already.

strings of curses leave your lips, the way he’s balls deep inside of you right now have you quiver a lot. “you feel—” you pause, licking your lips and shutting your eyes tight. “so good. like… holy fucking god.”

he chuckles, placing his hand on your shoulder to drill into you harder. before you even know that it’s happening, you cum for the second time, shaking uncontrollably from the pleasure.

a deep breath later, matt makes sure to pull out and paint your back white.

“you can keep the clothes.” he says, jiggling your ass to play with it. “so you can wear them the next time i fuck you.”

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specialagentlokitty · 3 months

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Rick Grimes x reader - so perfect

Hello👋👋 Rick fluff where he comes home and just sees reader hanging out with the kids. And he just stops and watches them, thinking how lucky he is to have her. Please and thank you. Love your work btw❤❤❤. - @hoodiepandaninja16 💜

Holding Judith in your arms, you looked at Carl as he threw a tennis ball against the side of the house, catching it in his hand to throw it again.

“Carl?”

He looked over, stopping what he was doing.

“If you keep throwing that at all wall, you’re gonna break a hole in it eventually.”

He chuckled a little, looking at the tennis ball.

“Sorry, guess I got lost thinking.”

“Hey, not me you need to be sorry too, that poor house has been getting beat on for at least an hour.”

He laughed again, walking over to you, letting you place a hand on his head, and he rested his head on your shoulder.

“What’s going on?” You asked quietly.

He sighed a little bit, offering you nothing more than just a shrug.

“I don’t know, I guess I’m just thinking about a lot of stuff you know? Sometimes it’s hard not to when it’s all you can do.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean. Do you want to talk about it?”

“Nah.”

You nodded, letting him move away from you and over to the front of the house where he sat down, so you did the same.

Placing Judith on the porch next to you, and Carl handed her his tennis ball.

“That’s fine, you don’t have to if you don’t want to. But if you do you know I’ll listen.”

“Thanks (Y/N).”

You smiled at him, and you leant back on your hands, looking at the skies that were threatening to downpour at any moment.

It was still sunny, but the clouds were rolling in quickly, and given the thunder that was in the distance it would be here soon.

“Do you think dad will make it back before the storm hits?”

“Honestly, I’m not sure.”

“You really don’t lie don’t you? Could’ve at least tried to lie for me.” Carl mocked.

You laughed a little, grinning down at him.

“Nope, what’s the point. The truth will come out eventually, whether you want it to or not, by lying your just wasting your own time.”

“Do you think he’ll be alright?”

“Yeah, I do.”

Carl nodded his head, he believed you.

Judith rolled the ball and you caught it before it went down the steps, rolled it gently back over to you and she giggled.

She pushed it back, so you once again pushed it back.

“Can you go through my bag and find my deck of cards?” You asked.

“Yeah, why?” Carl asked back.

“We’re gonna be stuck inside soon, May as well find some way to pass the time.”

You did try to keep them outside for as long as possible, but when it started to rain you decided to bring them inside.

Carl was insistent that he wanted to wait by the gate, but you wouldn’t let him.

So, you all sat on the floor of the living room, music coming from the stereo that you had put on.

Judith sat in your lap, and you tried teaching Carl how to play poker.

“Seriously, how is this in any way helpful?”

“It’s not, it’s just fun as hell.”

He grinned a little at you.

“Dad’s gonna hate you trying to teach me this, you know that right?”

“I could teach you how to throw them.”

“Like throwing stars?”

You nodded and he immediately sat up.

“Hell yes.”

“Hey, language. I’m an adult you’re not, your dad will kick my ass if he finds out.”

“Our secret?” Carl grinned.

You hummed, thinking for a moment as you studied with narrowed eyes.

“I used to cheat at poker in Las Vegas and was was banned from returning.”

“What?”

“You tell your dad that I’ll tell him you swear when he’s not around.”

You held your hand out and Carl grinned, shaking your hand.

“Deal.”

You let go, and you picked up one of the play cards, looking at the apple you had set on the table not long before.

Aiming, you threw the card, it curved a little in the air but lodged itself into the apple.

“Holy shit…”

“Hey! Just because I said I wouldn’t tell doesn’t mean you can keep doing it!”

“Show me again.”

While Judith slept on the couch you taught Carl some of the tricks of the trade you had learnt over time.

Carl was pretty quick with picking some of them up, others not so much, but the card throwing was his new favourite.

You had ran out of apples to throw them at, so you went to throwing them into his hat instead.

“Where did you learn this?”

“I spent a lot of time in Vegas kid, you pick up a lot of things in a place like that.”

“Did you have a gambling problem or something?”

You rolled your eyes.

“No, I was a professional gambler. Well, fraudster I guess, we worked as a team, taking casinos for all they were worth, using all the tricks, same with street hustling.”

“So, just a petty criminal then.”

“Ouch, petty? I’ll have you know I was wanted in over half the states for this shit.”

“And… you’re with my dad, who’s a cop?”

“Yeah that crap doesn’t matter now, what’s he gonna do, arrest me?”

“Yeah you’ve got a point.”

You handed him a couple more cards, looking to Edith as she moved.

Getting up, you held your arms out to her and picked her up, holding her in one arm as you slapped the card Carl threw back at him.

“I’m going to feed her, you want anything?”

“Yeah, I’ll help.”

You guys made dinner, setting a plate aside for Rick, just in case he came back that night.

While Carl spent time with his sister you washed up and made your way back inside to see him dancing around the living room with her.

“You call that dancing?”

You laughed a little, and you swept Judith into your arms.

“First, it’s always gentlemanly to bow.”

You did a small bow, and he did the same thing, and then you held your palm out to him.

“Put your palm on mine.”

He did, and you began teaching him the steps to a simple dance you had learned a long time ago.

Because of the thunder, you didn’t hear the door opening, and Rick stood against doorway, crossing his arms as he watched the tree of you.

Judith was giggling each time you turned around.

“Where did you learn to dance like this?”

“Would you believe me if I told you that I actually did drama when I was your age? Specialised in Shakespeare.”

“So… like a million years ago?”

“Ouch, okay, you know what Carl Grimes, I thought we were friends, but we’re not.”

He laughed, and you heard a laugh from behind you.

Both of you turned over and he walked over to his dad.

You walked over, handing Rick his daughter back and you smiled at him, gesturing to the kitchen.

“Food ready for you, just need to heat it up.”

“Thanks, I’ll get her to bed then I will.”

“I’ll heat it, you do what you have to do.” You smiled.

Rick went upstairs with Carl, and you went into the kitchen to heat up his dinner for him.

While he was up there he grabbed a shower, changing into some fresh clothes while you were setting his plate on the table.

He came back downstairs, and you were cleaning the kitchen, humming a little to yourself.

He sat down, his chin resting on his hand as he just watched you.

This whole time since the prison you had been with him, you had helped him, supported him, never questioning any of the choices he made.

You had complete faith in him, and here you were, looking after his children for him even though you didn’t have too.

After everything he had done, Rick wasn’t sure how he still had somebody like you.

He had no clue what he did to even deserve somebody like you.

Yet here you were, standing right in front of him, as if the whole world was perfect, and in that moment he could have sworn it was.

“Teach me that dance.”

You turned around, looking at him, then the food he hadn’t touched.

“Eat, then asked again.”

He chuckled, quickly eating his dinner, washing up after himself and he walked into the living room where you were sat.

“Now will you teach me the dance?”

You smiled, getting up.

“First, the gentleman thing to do is bow.”

You bowed, snd he copied you.

You held up your hand, and he placed his palm over yours.

Whatever move you made he did the same thing, his eyes locked with yours as you both slowly danced.

This was it, this was perfect, his eyes focused on yours, everything else seeming nothing but background noise.

Rick slowly moved his hand, intertwining your fingers with his, and he smiled softly, warm eyes focused on yours.

He held a nervous breath as he watched you, and you smiled softly back, copying him

#the walking dead #the walking dead x reader #the walking dead x you #the walking dead x y/n #the walking dead imagine #twd #twd x reader #twd x you #twd x y/n #twd imagine #Rick grimes #rick grimes x reader #rick grimes x you #rick grimes x y/n #rick grimes imagine

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aresojeroso · 1 month

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★Picnic date with the slasher boys!★

Includes: Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Thomas Hewitt and Ghost face (Billy and stu).

•Neutral pronouns

•Just Fluff!

•Headcanons, of course!

Enjoy!

Jason Voorhees.

★He was a little insecure about it, if you where going to like the place, the food, etc. I dare to say that he was even more nervous than insecure. What if rains instead of being a sunny day?

★He tried his best to be a date, a special moment for you two, sharing the silent treatment, in a soft moment while the birds make their music between the trees.

★The view of you, delicate even if you where strong, in the green of the grass... He could spend hours and hours watching you in the woods, where the spots of sunlight caress you skin so delicate like a whisper... In that moment he only wishes to be a good poet, brave enough to say what he feels when he watches you, make a letter for you, sunlight or moonlight, you where precious to him.

★Probably will bring a bouquet of flowers, his mom raised a gentleman, even if the flowers are from the wild. He thinks they're pretty like you.

Even if you aren't a fan of flowers, probably he will find something that is pretty and for your taste. Crow skulls? Leaves? Little rocks? Don't worry, he has that covered. He may seem busy all the time, but he's a great watcher, he will know somehow.

★Read a book for him, he loves your voice. He can lay in the blanket for the picnic and listen to you for hours. His breath softened, his body relaxed... A day only for you.

★Both of you probably lose the sense of time, you fell asleep and he probably was to hipnotized for you to notice that the sun just set, the orange tones everywhere...

★He couldn't believe that you could look even prettier. Maybe you're an angel!

★He loves you.

Thomas Hewitt

•A picnic? In this place? No, too much sun for you, he doesn't want you to have a sunburn.

•But your puppy eyes make him feel weak, even if his priority is to keep you save from everything...

•Then, something comes to his mind. Now he has a plan, so... He lets you know that is a yes, but not now, you'll have to wait.

•Days and days passed, you wondered what tommy was doing, Hoyt was always complaining about how Tommy wasn't working most of the time, then what he was doing? He promised...

•Until one day you find out why.

•He guided you after he appeared in the door of your bedroom, his eyes where full of energy, he couldn't wait to show you his answer.

•And he had a basket in his left arm.

•He offered to you his right arm, like a gentleman... Luda's Mae work!

•And then... He built a small place near to the trees in the farm, like a little cabin, but at the same time just a place with a ceiling, a clean floor, and a blanket above it so you can get a picnic date.

•He made it for you, just you.

•He loves you.

Ghostface. (Billy and Stu!)

★Billy automatically says no, Stu says a very yes. It doesn't surprise you, sometimes Billy is like a vampire, allergic to the sun...

★Stu gets ready, he's so happy to spend time with you out, in, even the space! He loves everything that means being with you!

★Billy at the very end surrenders to your happiness and the energy from Stu... (And maybe Stu got annoying asf trying to convince him.)

★Both of you, Stu and you, decided to go for a quiet place (maybe that will make Billy more happy with) so, the nearest wood is the best option and at the same time Stu is happy to be in a place full of bugs, leaves, green, greeeeen! Even if he's not such a fan of nature.

★Billy approves the choice, so practically you have green light.

★Road with Stu singing the music from the stereo, Billy with his (fake) face of boredom. And you just enjoying them being them.

★Billy puts everything, the blanket, the basket, even the fucking food, just to save your life... And his too. Stu it's not the best at cooking.

★Once set everything... Billy will lay there, lazily, and will ask you to tell your day, an experience or something. He just wants to hear you.

★Stu plays with you, even hide and seek. Both of you run everywhere, challenging Billy to join! He does after a while (he cant say no for you two, and he knows that... but he got a pride to protect),and he's very competitive.

★They love you.

•Are you sure that you want to go out with him? This was completely your idea, but he's not going to say no. He just doesn't care that much. Someone sees him? It's ok, he'll kill them anyways.

•Obviusly you have to dismiss him to not doing that, he agrees, but only because you offered a sort of sweets for the picnic. (Not because he can't say no toy your puppy eyes, of course not.)

•Internaly he's grateful that at the end you choose a place, still in haddofield, away from every posible person. You two alone, in a beautiful sunny day. (He's not a fan of heat an sun).

•He carries everything for the picnic, but you'll have to cook everything... At least he stoled some candies forma store.

•He takes off his mask.

•You two spend a quiet time in there, his just sit in the blanket, staring at you with his cold blue eyes... For him it's perfect, watching you for hours? It's his favorite hobby, he does all day. (But without you knowing it.)

•You don't know how, but after a while, he can't take off his hands from you. He's grabbing your little hand, your check, caressing your neck, your shoulder... Like if he was admiring a beautiful sculpture. (He's an artistic man, don't blame him)

•Then, while you both eat some delicious stuff (and probably diabetic for him) you enjoy his silence... That says more than a thousand of words.

•He loves you.

Hi there! I hope you enjoy this and feel free to ask something to write! If I had mistakes on my writing, forgive me! English it's not my native language, I'm Mexican! So, if your native language is Spanish too, feel free to ask something on that!

Love to y'all!

#slashers #slasher headcanons #slasher x reader #michael myers #thomas hewitt x y/n #thomas hewitt x reader #thomas hewitt x you #thomas hewitt #jason voorhees #jason vorhees x reader #ghostface #billy loomis #stu matcher x reader #headcanon

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mothdruid · 1 month

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Happy birthday!! Can I please get "you’re freezing, come here.” With Hangman?

Fast like Rain

pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x gn!reader

word count: 1k

summary: Your childhood best friend, Jake, is home from deployment. The two of you spend the day together and it ends with a cold but sweet treat.

a/n: sorry this took so long to write! my blurbs keep end up being longer than just blurbs lmao. i hope you enjoy!!

The day had started out great. Jake was home on leave for a little bit, meaning that you finally got to see your best friend after months of his deployment. He had promised you one full day of hanging out when he had left. So, it was time for him to honor that promise.

The day had started with brunch from his favorite local diner, to which he ordered his classic sunny side up eggs with crispy bacon and toast. You ordered your own favorite meal, earning teasing when you ordered your classic cup of orange juice. Jake never let you live that down, always joking that you were never going to fully grow up.

The two of you spent the next few hours doing whatever. It was so refreshing to finally have Jake home. He was your best friend no matter what, even if you happened to have a little bit more than just platonic feelings for him. It was hard not to like him. He had that Texan charm you had grown up dreaming about.

Charm with a bit of asshole to him, and it honestly made your heart sing. Maybe that's because he didn't intimidated you, instead it pushed you to be an asshole right back at him. Which Jake himself loved about you. Every time you ever swore at him and yelled at him, he would later that night think about it in bed, wondering if you would speak that way if you were underneath him.

The two of you were currently in some random field outside of town. Jake had decided to drive the old beater truck he had during high school while he was in town. So the tailgate was currently down, the both of you sitting on it with your legs dangling. The soft yet dry tall grass was brushing against your ankles.

"Are you serious?" You laughed after asking.

"Come on, of course, how could you not believe me?" Jake retorted.

"You weren't a track star in school, that's why!"

"I played football," Jake reminded you.

"As a QB, not a running back!" You could help the laughter that came from you.

"Fine," Jake hoped off the tailgate, "let's race."

The laughter immediately stopped when you heard him. You both had been too caught up in each other to have noticed the darker clouds starting to consume the sky. You gave Jake a serious look, tiling your head as if to question his seriousness.

"Hey, I'm being serious here," Jake threw his hands up in defense.

"One hundred percent?" You questioned.

He took his right index finger and drew a cross over his heart. You hoped down off the tailgate and stood face to face with him. You crossed your arms, signaling that you meant business.

"What's in it for me?"

"I'll buy you ice cream," Jake said.

"Fence line?"

Jake shook his head yes, that stupid smirk on his face. Without a second thought you took off running. You heard Jake yell from behind you about how he never said start. All you did was throw a middle finger back at him. Jake chased you all the way to the fence line, huffing once he finally caught up to you. You had been waiting for only a few seconds since reaching it. Your own breath was heavy, lungs struggling to keep up.

"Guess you aren't that fast," you chuckled while trying to steady your breathing. You looked over at Jake and then leaned again the fence post next to you.

"I don't know if that counts," Jake joked. He moved near you, putting a hands on the same post you were leaning on.

The two of you were close, only a few inches separating your bodies. Smiles adorned both of your faces while you stared at each other. You could never get tried of staring at him. Yeah, he looked like a generic jock, but he was your generic jock. Those green eyes never left yours, and a part of was starting to wonder if the two of you were moving closer towards one another.

Suddenly there was a loud rumble through the sky. It was only then that both of you noticed the dark sky. You examined the sky, a small drop of water hit your skin. Jake felt one too, looking at you quickly. It was seconds before a complete down pour started. You howled in laughter and shock as Jake just started laughing. After a few more seconds of taking the rain in, you ran back towards the truck. Jake was right behind you, stopping to lift the tailgate back up while you climbed into the cab.

"Holy shit," the words were breathy from your laughter.

"That was a surprise," Jake said.

The both of you were practically soaked. His t-shirt was practically a different color now. Yours was about the same though. Little goosebumps were starting to prick up along your skin. Jake noticed this when you wrapped your arms around yourself. He reached out hesitantly, brushing his knuckles against your skin.

"You're freezing," he whispered, "come here."

Jake opened his arms and gestured for you to move closer to him. You hesitated for a minute, eventually moving into his arms. Jake's arm were so warm, they were like one of his old sweatshirts that you had stolen forever ago. The sound of rain filled the silence between the two of you.

"I missed you."

The words came out of your mouth before you could stop them. You sat up a little and looked at Jake. There was worry weaved through your expression as if you had done something wrong. Jake moved a hand to your jaw, cupping it then leaning in.

Neither of you fought it, leaning into the kiss and your emotions. For so long the both of you had fought them, telling yourselves that this couldn't be real. But it was.

Jake pulled back and just stared at you, a small smile on his lips. He rubbed his thumb against your cheek, marveling internally at how soft your skin was.

"I missed you too."

#moths 26th #jake seresin #jake seresin fluff #jake seresin fanfic #jake seresin fic #jake seresin imagine #jake seresin x reader #tgm fanfiction #tgm fic #tgm fluff

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forlorn-crows · 8 months

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to expand upon this post (how mountain and rain absolutely take apart each member of their pack as a team)

i just think mountain and rain are the perfect ghouls to team up and absolutely ruin others in the best ways possible

fyi: cunt/tentacle dick/clit for transmasc rain, cock/dick for transfemme sunny

aether's easy. almost too easy. will go weak in the knees for some sweet words from mountain, a well placed fondle from rain. they lay him down so they can lavish his entire body, one on either side. rain spends his time between aethers legs, especially sucking on his balls, mountain spends his time kissing him breathless. aether likes mountain to fill him while rain ruts his little dick against him. and he'll really keen if rain brings his tentacle out to play. he never lasts long between the two of them

aeon brings out mean rain. a firm hand to push him around, usually wrapped around aeon's throat. rain will ride him into oblivion while mountain feels rain up, slicking up his big cock next to rains hip. a tease. aeon doesnt get to touch. but he's expected to keep hard until the both of them are spent. aeon likes when mountain holds him down: his wrists, his torso, maybe keep his legs nice and spread so rain can reach back and play with his hole. sometimes rain will fuck him from the back with his tentacle while aeon's made to gag on mountains cock until he tears up. they do, of course, make use of his flexibility.

aurora. well, we know she's a size queen. and a feisty gal. mountain loves to go down on her and grab her tits with his big hands while she leans back on rain. mountain always, without fail, has to promise her that yes, they'll fill her up, and yes, she should stop running her mouth before rain takes care of that for her. sometimes she likes to eat rain out while mountain fucks her, or she lets them put her in weird positions, whatever they want. throw her around like she weighs an ounce, and she's giggling with delight. she's a squirter. mountain loves that

cirrus can take a little bit of working up. you may think she's miss domme all the time but between these two (or under swiss, lbh) she's not. she likes her boys for their fingers, and they will ruin her with them. rain's cool ones in her mouth, around her neck, playing with her nipples, her clit. mountain's grabbing her ass, shoved up her cunt, fisted in her hair. she likes when rain rubs his little dick on her too. mountain likes to kneel over her and make her jerk him off, and either her or rain sticks their fingers in his ass. he always ends up melted against her, rutting through her folds while he growls into the crook of her neck. rain takes the other side and works her up all over again with his filthy mouth. mountain will lick his cum off her cunt and make her cum one last time

cumulus gets nothing but lovin from these boys. they can be mean to her, certainly, and on rare occasions they do. but they prefer to woo her with soft touches, kisses all over her hot skin. lots of kisses actually, her lips are always soft and mountain and rain cant get enough of them. they especially like to take her apart by sucking on a tit each, staring up at her hungrily while they let their hands wander down. mountain often times has her sit on his face, rain may or may not ride his cock at the same time. cumulus faces him so they can kiss and whine into each other's mouths. they like to spoon fuck too, mountain at her back filling her up, and rain facing her in front either rubbing her clit with his fingers or letting his tentacle suck her off while he humps at her pretty thighs.

dew also gets a lot of sweetness too. rain and mountain hold a special place in his heart, so them together make him feel good and whole. taken care of on a little bit deeper level. he's probably the most diverse, getting the softest of the soft to the meanest of the mean. it really just depends on the day. guaranteed is neck kissing, hair grabbing/pulling, petnames. dew loves petnames. they make him blush. sometimes mountain will ride him, really make him feel small beneath his weight, while rain fucks his ass with his tentacle. he's the one mountain and rain like to take their time with. they could spend an entire day together. dew will cum more than once. and yes, these are the three biggest pissboys.

sunshine is fun. spunky like aurora, but easy like aether. she's always game to get between them. (i do hc them as a complimentary throuple. nature trio.) they like the leadup with sunshine, teasing her until shes super worked up, or taking a languid bath together until they inevitably get handsy. mountain likes when she asks to fuck him, rabbit quick and begging for him to let her cum while rain lies behind her and licks at her hole. prepping her for either of them. mountain really likes to have her in his lap, cock buried in her hole, rain melted to her back while he reaches around to make her cock squirt all over mountain's belly. she likes when they make her get loud.

swiss. oh swiss. he likes the whiplash of tones between them. mountain leaning towards the soft and loving, rain leaning towards the rough and mean. we all know swiss will do anything for rain, but the cognitive dissonance of mountain whispering praises into his ear is delicious. he likes when they manhandle him though, make him take. he likes to run his mouth, as he usually does, but rain can rival it pretty easily. mountain has been known to sit behind swiss and clamp his hand over his mouth while rain fucks him with his tentacle and mountain reaches around to jerk him off until his eyes cross, rutting his big dick between swiss' cheeks

so uh. yeah. mountrain running a train on everyone.

#mountrain #mountain ghoul #rain ghoul #ghoul heacanons #the band ghost #transmasc rain #transfemme sunshine

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ugly-pickle · 3 months

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Good morning, Pickle. My second request for the day. Please kindly consider this angsty Gorou request: Gorou can only watch as you exchange nuptial cups with Heizou. He know he has no right to stop the wedding, not when he was the one who broke up with you to woo Kokomi, only to find out later that she was only using him to get her parents off her back about her being single.

Please also kindly take as long as you need with this request; I have no qualms in waiting. Furthermore, by no means feel obligated to prioritize this request over your other requests.

regret ☆ gorou

CHARACTERS: gorou x reader

SYNOPSIS: gorou dumps you for kokomi (っ- ‸ - ς)

GENRE: angst 🦢

W/C: 0.8k

T/W: cussing, breaking up, cheating (if there’s any i missed let me know!)

A/N: bro i hate exams (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ ) my next one will also probably take eons to complete….

“WHAT THE FUCK GOROU.”

SMACK

you touch the now red mark on your face. it stings, but the ache in your heart is worse. “never talk about kokomi like that again,” gorou says with a stern tone. “tch, YOUR kokomi? i have never seen her look at you for more than 2 seconds outside of a meeting.” youre now pissed off due to gorou’s stupidity, but you cant help but feel a bit jealous, well, kokomi did just steal your lover’s heart with just a snap of her fingers.

gorou’s tail looks stiff, you notice that he does that when hes uncomfortable or angry, you take note of this. you might regret what youre going to say, but a river cannot stop flowing just because of a small inconvenience. you shall see where the future takes you. “if i upset you that much then i’ll leave. goodbye gorou,” you want to cry but your dignity tells you not to; you grab your wallet and head out the door.

before you completely close the door, you can hear a whimper, and it’s not yours.

it’s sunny outside, youre not sure if you should be grateful that theres no rain to make you feel worse, or if you should feel bad that the rest of inazuma is having a great time without you. although, no matter how clear the day was, you still manage to bump into someone.

“y/n? oh my archons, it is you! how have you been?” says the mysterious voice. “heizou?” tears are finally dripping down.

…

you slightly grip the cups in your hands, youre so excited that youre scared that the sake might spill. the moment slips by like a flash and youre already taking your last sip. you look up to see your husband, hes grinning ear to ear and so are you.

heizou looks so lovely when hes happy, but now you can see all of his emotions, whether if hes happy, sad, jealous, angry, disgusted, confused, you can see all of it and only you.

you look into the crowd, all of your friends and family are there, heizou’s side as well. theyre happy for you.

thats when you see gorou.

beside him was Sangonomiya Kokomi, Divine Priestess of Watatsumi Island, what a mouthful, not to mention how bitter the title tasted in your mouth. gorou’s tail was stiff, you wonder why; his eyes were also glistening, such pretty eyes shouldnt cry….

WAITWAITWAIT

nononono, youre literally having your wedding ceremony right now, what are you thinking?…

your wedding ceremony has ended, you and heizou are now officially married.

gorou’s perspective:

“gorou? are you okay?” kokomi asks, “u-uhm yea, im fine,” gorou stutters a bit. what if he was the one up there with you. what if he was up there exchanging nuptial cups with you.

“hey kokomi?” gorou asks, “yes gorou?” kokomi responds, “im gonna get some fresh air, i’ll be right back,” kokomi nods her head, gorou presses a kiss on her forehead then exits.

he feels guilty. he kissed kokomi while thinking about you, no, he thought about you every waking second and you even appeared in his dreams. a few tears roll down his eyes. is he happy for you or jealous of heizou? all of these emotions swirling around him, and he cant tell which one hes feeling.

he feels a hand in his shoulder. he jumps, hes a bit startled, it’s you…

you look so lovely, the fabric, the design, the jewels, and just the everything made you look heavenly. he picks up a scent that he always longed for, it was yours, he just never realized it.

“were you crying gorou?…” he feels more tears coming up, did he miss you that much?

“congratulations y/n, uhm… we ended on a bad note, look i just wanna say that ‘m sorry.” a small smile appears on your face, “apology accepted, that was the past, lets focus on the present,” you gently squeeze gorou’s hand. “lets catch up some other time, yea?” you said, “y-yea,” and with that you disappeared. he feels empty.

“there you are!” kokomi’s voice rings through his ears. “m-my love!” gorou says, becoming stiff again, “look gorou, we need to talk,” her words feel stiff, uncomfortable even. “of course! anything! what do you need to talk about?” gorou asks.

“…lets split up gorou.”

….

“eh?” hes dumbfounded. “lets break up,” nonono this cant be happening, “why?… i thought you were happy, were you not?” gorou’s life was already falling apart, this was just the breaking point. “look, gorou, i have strict parents that expect me to produce… offspring, i would like to label this event ‘traumatic’ so they’ll stop bothering me for the time being. my condolences.”

why bother anymore?

NOTE FOR SAILORSTAR9: i literally had no idea what nuptial cups were before this （´∇｀''）

TAGLIST: @sailorstar9

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #genshin x reader #pickle #uglypickle #genshin #ugly-pickle #gorou #genshin gorou #gorou x reader #general gorou #kokomi #heizou #shikanoin heizou #heizou x reader #genshin heizou #angst #genshin angst #gorou angst

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cutecherrygirl · 3 months

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Enhypen - Orange peeling theory 🍊

Warnings: Fluff

If you ask your partner to peel an orange for you and they say yes, that means they care for you and love you so much to the point they would do even small, silly and ridiculous things for you such a peeling an orange 🍊

Jake

you are both sitting of the couch if his living room. He is reading a book and you are scrolling through tik tok. Its raining outside and the whole atmosphere is very cozy. The lights are slightly dimmed and you are both drinking Cherry tea.

Suddenly, you came across a video on your fyp about the Orange peeling theory. You smile and think to yourself if It will work on Jake, your heart flattered at the thought of him doing this for you.

You glance at the fruit bowl on the coffee table and smiled. You reach over to it and grabbed an orange that was sitting on top.

"baby" you said softly and looked at Jake.

"hm?" Jake responded while still reading a book.

"can you please peel this orange for me?" You say as you stretch your arm out to give him the Orange.

Jake didn't hesitate, he closed his book and took thr orange then peeled it "here you go baby" he said and toon a pieces of Orange then pop it in his mouth, giving the rest to you.

You smile and blush then just sat there and started at the orange with heart in your eyes. Jake looks at you confused.

After awhile you look up at him and smile more "i love you so much" you say and lay your head on his shoulder.

"he kissed your head and place his arm around your Shoulders "i love you too"

Heesung

You guys decided to go on mini walk since it is nice sunny day outside.

You put a little bow on your dogs head and head out with Heesung. You three walked down the street with Heesung holding your hand and talking with you about his day.

You decided to go to the dog park so your dog can have fun. You sat on the bench and let your dog run to other dogs while you and Heesung talk.

It was very nice day and cherry blossom petals are flying everywhere so the whe ground is pink haha

After awhile, you notice an orange stand "ill go buy some oranges, I didn't bring any snacks" you say and Heesung kissed your cheek "okay baby"

You buy the bag of oranges and sit next to Heesung. He leaned into the bench enjoying the nice spring breeze while you are opening the bag.

As you start picking which orange to eat you remember the post you saw on Instagram this morning about orange peeling theory.

You decide to test it "Jagi, can you peel this for me?" You smile and handed Heesung an orange "of course love" he smiled back and started peeling the orange.

You lean into bench with him and lay your head on his shoulder while you watch him peal the orange.

After he peels it, he takes a piece and feed it to you. You smile and eat it then cross your leg over the other and he puts his hand on your knee.

You two just stay like that relaxed, eating orange and of course keeping an eye on your puppy 🌺

Sunghoon

You are laying in your bed having the worst period cramps of your life (me rn 😭) and you feel like crying your eyes out. You text Sunghoon to pick up some snacks on his way home.

Sunghoon comes home and goes straight upstairs to you "hey, are you feeling better?" He asks as he takes off his jacket and starts searching through the shopping bag.

You whined and sniffed "no..im in worst pain ever, lile I can't even feel my toes" you start tearing up and Sunghoon lays next to you and pulls you closer to him then cuddles you tightly. He placed his hand on your stomach under your shirt so he calm the pain down a bit.

"i bought you your favourite snacks" he whispers in your ear when he noticed you calmed down a bit. You smile and burry your face in his neck "Thanks, did you buy oranges too?" You asked in soft voice and he chuckled "of course my love" he gives you a kiss on your forehead before reaching for the shopping bag and taking out an orange.

Your eyes instantly light up when you saw your favourite snack. He peels the Orange and pecks your lips before feeding you.

He continues to feed you with orange and start telling you about his day.

Jay

You and jay are in the grocery store buying groceries for the week.

You are in cheese section "Should we get Feta? So i can make chicken salad?" You ask Jay and he looks at you confused "Feta for chicken salad? Are you crazy?" He laughs a bit and kiss your cheek "you're so silly sometimes" he grabs the feta cheese and puts it in the basket.

You then walk to the fruit section "can you grab some cherries? They will be gone next week if we don't get them now "you say and Jay starts to pick them.

You grabbed few oranges and smiled after remembering the article you read this morning *ask your partner to peel you an orange, if they do, that means they love and care for you. If they dont, im sorry*

You walk over To Jay and whispered to him "baby..can tou peel this for me?" You ask while showing him an orange, he turns to you "baby... were in the middle of the store..what if they-" "i don't care like..we can be sneaky" you smile and he chuckled then grabbed the orange.

He looked around to see if anyone is watching then he starts peeling the orange. You smiled from ear to ear and quickly pecked his lips after he is done "thank you baby" you said and he pecked your lips too before giving you your now peeled orange 😍

"Awwww" you both hear a voice and turn your heads into the direction of the voice. It was an old lady at lemon section with few lemons in her hands "you two are adorable. I remember when my husband, John, peeled an orange for me" she said while smiling at you.

You and jay looked at each other and smiled then looked back at the lady "thank you ma'am" you say softly and jay kissed your temple.

Jungwon

You two are eating dinner at your place. You made some chicken rice with mushroom sauce, it was delicious.

You sat by the coffee table, eating and talking "babe, seriously, how are you so good at cooking?" Jungwon asks and you blush "yah, Gordon Ramsay taught me everything I know" you say confidently and Jungwon nodded "yeah but like, you are so much better." He says and you roll your eyes playfully "you are talking nonsense!" You laugh and kissed his cheek.

After you guys are done eating, ye takes the plates to the kitchen and Washes them then comes back to you with two oranges in his hands.

He sits down next to you by the coffee table. You are scrolling through tik tok and cane across an orange peeling video. You didn't even notice that Jungwon was peeling your orange while you were reading the slides about the orange peeling theory.

"baby, eat the orange, they are so sweet" he said and gives you peeled piece of orange, you smile at him and take the piece with your teeth. You chew it "thank you baby" you say and peck his lips.

You continued talking and eating oranges ❤️🍊

Sunoo

He is sleeping in your bed and you are sitting next to him pouting.

You wanted to spend time with him but he is tired so he fell asleep. You are disappointed but understanding.

You decide to go on tik tok for a big until he wakes up, you scroll through the videos and you somehow end up on orange tok 😱

You lay down and watch orange tik toks when suddenly, an orange peeling video comes up. You watch the video and your eyes sparkle when you saw what happened.

The girl in the video asked her boyfriend to peel an orange for her but he said no and told her she has hands for a reason and that she should use them.

This made you very sad and made you wonder what would Sunoo do if you ask him that.

You pout slightly and stand up then walk iver to your school bag and take you an orange you took from canteen in school.

You lay back in the bed next to Sunoo and poke his arm slightly. He shifted a bit and you poked him again "baby" you call for him "hm?" He replied tierdly.

"can you peel this for me?" You ask and put an orange in front of him "yes" he nods and starts peeling the orange, you watched him with the biggest smile on your face.

He gives you the peeled orange "thank you baby" you start giving him small kisses all over his face, he places his arm around your waist and pull you closer so you can cuddle.

You then take your phone and go to the same video you watched, you open the comment section and write "Hehe, my boyfriend peeled it for me even tho he was sleeping 😝😝" under her video.

Then you go to sleep.

Ni-ki

You and Ni-ki are in Japan. You decided to visit his parents for the weekend and spend some time together.

After unpacking your stuff, Ni-ki hugged you from behind and pecked your neck "wear something nice, I wanna take you somewhere" he whispers in your ear with his deep voice abd you get exited and wondered where he's going to take you.

You wore a white dress with cherries all over it and some white shoes and you put your hair in a high pony tail.

Turns out, Ni-ki's parents own a beautiful fruit field and he took you there 😱

He hemd your hand tightly then start walking with you "this is so pretty" you say in Awe and he smiled then kissed your hand "im glad you like it"

You noticed an blanked laying on the grass with two glasses filled with cherry juice and a piece of strawberry cake.

"Ni-ki.... omg" you say and start blushing and smiling like an idiot. He wrapped his arms around your waist and hugs you tightly "only the best for you" he said softly and smiled at you then pecked your lips.

You both sat on the blanket and talked about how beautiful this place is. After awhile you noticed an orange tree nearby "oh my god no way!" You said exited and stand up. You rushed to the tree and picked two oranges then walk back to Ni-ki and sit down.

"I've never eaten a fresh orange" you say exited and he smiled at you while he is removing hair from your face.

You started peeling the orange but Ni-ki noticed you git your nails done and he didn't want to to ruin them or the dress so he gently took the orange from your hands "ill peel it for you baby" he says and kiss your cheek before starting to peel it.

After peeling it, he breaks a piece of orange and feeds you. "Thank you" you smile as you eat the orange.

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joesheistyy · 1 year

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Busted on Ice

This was inspired by me busting my ass on Wednesday because of ice and still having to go to class <3 yes, my ass has a bruise and so does my arm and my ego but I promise I’m fine and nothing is broken :)

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Wintertime in Cincinnati showed no remorse to anyone. The weather would switch between mid 60s to low 20s within a day, and who knew if it was going to rain, sleet, snow, or be sunny.

You were one to study the weather, checking it multiple times a day, almost like it was social media. For the past few days, the forecast had been predicting ice and maybe snow. Or snow and maybe ice. It could be anything.

Both you and Joe were not fans of the cold. A nice, crisp 60° day was your favorite, and same with Joe. So this cold weather system coming through made you want to hibernate until it was done with.

“Do we have everything we need in case we lose power?” Joe asked as he entered the living room to see you charging your computer on your lap while playing the Sims.

“Yeah I think so. I mean we’ve got plenty of blankets cause of my blanket addiction and we’ve got non perishable foods so we should be fine,” you reply, not looking away from your game.

“So I guess we just wait it out now, don’t we?” He asks, sitting down next to you.

“Yup, sounds about right,” you said with a shrug.

As the day went on, the weather got worse. Going from rain to sleet to snow and back to sleet. You and Joe spend most of the day cuddled up on the couch, avoiding the cold at all costs.

You two headed to bed in hopes that the roads and ground wouldn’t be as bad as the meteorologists had predicted.

As the sun rose the next day, you and Joe made sure to enjoy the warmth of your shared bed as long as you could. You had plans with your friends and you’d be damned if you missed them. First, yoga class, then mimosas.

You began to get ready in the bathroom as Joe stayed in bed, turning on an episode of SpongeBob. You put on your favorite lululemon leggings and align top and tossed one of Joe’s sweatshirts on top.

Joe got out of bed and decided to remote start the car for you as you made your water bottle. You bundled up and grabbed your bottle, heading out through the garage. The car was partially defrosted, but you always left with plenty of time for situations like this.

You stepped out from the safety of the dry garage, but what you didn’t know was that the ground below was frozen solid, yet clear.

You hit the ground, falling on your right arm.

Crack

The most blood curdling scream left your mouth.

Joe came running outside the moment he heard your scream. You were sitting on the ground, clutching onto your arm. Your clothes becoming wet. You were in shock, your eyes filled with tears.

“Oh my god y/n, what happened?” Joe questioned, pulling you carefully into the garage. Your butt slid along the ice until it hit the hard concrete garage floor.

“This fucking piece of shit weather,” you cried out, grasping your arm and trying to make it feel even the slightest bit better.

“Baby, you gotta be more careful,” he said as he pulled you upright, trying to avoid the arm that you fell on.

“Joe I heard a crack and it’s numb, I literally can’t feel anything right now,” you croaked out, looking up at him with fear in your eyes.

Joe gave you the same look, a look of shock as to the status of your arm. “Babe, we gotta take you to urgent care or something,”

“I refuse to leave this house because of this fucking ice,” you yelled, walking back into the house, still cradling your arm.

Joe followed you inside, pulling out his phone to call the team doctor to see if he had any suggestions. You sat on the couch, grabbing at your arm and trying not to move it because of the immense pain it caused. You were still in shock, your body language radiating pain.

“Okay the team doc said to take some Tylenol…” Joe trailed off as he frantically walked throughout the kitchen, “oh I know what would help…ice,” Joe laughed out, thinking he was being funny.

“Not fucking cool, Joseph. Tylenol isn’t gonna help the fact that I probably just broke my fucking arm. Quit being such an asshole,” you barked out, frustrated that you were in so much pain and at the comment that Joe made. Glares were exchanged between the two of you.

“You didn’t let me fucking finish, y/n,” Joe responded with a harsh tone. The last thing you needed was to bicker with Joe, yet here you were.

When it came to injuries, you were usually pretty self sufficient. Bandaids and sprains didn’t shock you in the least, but this time around was different. You weren’t used to being in this much pain and shock, so of course you were going to be frustrated and angry.

“The doctor is gonna make his way over here to take a look at you. He said he’s safe to leave his house and not slip and break a bone in the process,” Joe snipped at you. That had your blood boiling, only making things worse. At this point, you gave Joe the silent treatment until the doctor arrived.

The doctor came in and took a look at your arm. It was swollen up pretty bad and your range of mobility was lacking. He gave you some pain pills and a sling and said that when it’s safe for you to leave to go see an orthopedic doctor.

Joe walked out with the team doctor, having not said much the whole time he was there.

“Let’s get you up to bed,” Joe says, outstretching a hand to you to lead you upstairs.

You follow Joe, he had gotten you a bottle of water to set on your bedside. You took Joe’s pillow and set it under your arm for support.

“I’m gonna go get some stuff from the store,” Joe says as he walks out of the room “text me if you need anything,”

Your pain medication made you drowsy, so you decided to take a nap. You were upset with Joe for talking to you the way he did, and you were upset with yourself for much more than just falling.

Upon Joe’s arrival back home, he put the groceries away. He felt immense guilt for the way he got snippy with you. He didn’t want to admit that your fall made him anxious, but he didn’t mean to be so short either.

Not much can make up for the fact that your arm was most likely broken, Joe was upset with you, and you missed yoga and mimosas. You were a sucker for mimosas.

But, Joe got you some things in hopes of making you feel better. A bouquet of flowers because he felt guilty for being short with you, a bottle of nice champagne to make up for the missed mimosas, and some of your favorite snacks. He even got you a new blanket. Sometimes, Joe loved to spoil you. You hated it because you always want to give in return, but he always says no. This was one of those instances where you wouldn’t be upset with him for spoiling you. Life seemed like it couldn’t get much worse.

Joe arranged the flowers and staged them in the middle of the island. He set the grocery bags of gifts on the island so he could slowly pull them out one by one to show you what he got you. He climbed the stairs to find you still asleep, partially sitting up to rest your arm comfortably. He sat down on the edge of the bed and stroked your non-broken arm to wake you gently.

“Hi baby, how’s your arm feeling?” He asked as your eyes fluttered open.

“Terrible,” you groaned out a bit. Joe reached over to grab the sling to help stabilize your arm. He lifted the blankets off of you and held out his hand to help you out of bed.

You followed him downstairs to see a beautiful arrangement of flowers and a few bags full of gifts. Joe pulled out a barstool and assisted you up.

“I feel bad for everything that happened today so I got you flowers and other goodies,” he said with a small smile, leaning in to give you a sort of side hug.

“Joey, that’s very sweet, thank you,” you leaned into his hug with a smile, taking a nice whiff of his detergent.

“Lemme show you what I got!” He said excitedly, walking to the opposite side of the counter to give you a haul. He always loved when you showed him what you got, but the roles being reversed was just as fun.

Joe showed you all the things he got, making sure to continue to apologize about being so short with you. And the comment he made about ice helping really set you off, and he knew that. He hated that you were in pain and he wished he could take it away.

Joe made sure to take the best care of you that he could. He made sure to serve you all the mimosas you wanted and drape you in your new blanket, along with cooking you all your favorite things. And, of course, give you all the snuggles and love in the world and try his hardest to keep you out of pain.

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This idea was much cuter in my head 🫠 anyway, it’s something for you all! I’ve got more ideas churning and so many great pictures of Joe that are inspiring me!! Let’s hope I can manage to put content out while dealing with classes 😂 this is like my way to detox and settle down and I love it. I love y’all!!

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hearts-hunger · 11 months

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four weddings and a funeral — part six

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⮡ part one | part two | part three | part four | part five

Series Summary: You and Danny haven’t spoken in years. When the two of you stumble upon a week of weddings, funerals, and the hotel rooms in between, will fate rekindle your friendship or put the old flames out altogether?

Chapter Summary: Danny's your best and longest love, and you know you're his too.

Pairings: Danny Wagner x Reader | Genres: friends to lovers, slow burn, fluff, mutual pining, smut | Word Count: 5k | Chapter Warnings: smut (minors begone!), shower sex, unprotected sex, talk of birth control, piv, it's all very tender you know how i am

A/N: At long last! The end of Danny and sunny's fic, and the very last chapter of the very last cabin fic! It's kind of bittersweet, but this isn't the last we'll see of Danny and sunny or any of the cabin fic couples. I'm so thankful for how much love this fic has gotten, and I hope this chapter is everything you've been hoping for! ♡

It had started to rain when you made it to the restaurant, and you were glad to be ushered to a booth at the window so you could look out at the hazy, wet glow of the streetlights and neon signs of the bar across the street. The restaurant was quiet and nearly empty aside from two or three other couples, and there was nothing to distract from you and Danny and the space you quickly filled up with your own bashfulness.

You were grateful when the waiter came by and took your order. You weren’t surprised that you felt a little awkward with Danny now; you were way too in your head about all the cards being out on the table, and all the ease and familiarity you’d built with him seemed to vanish in a powder as soon as he so much as glanced at you. Wasn’t this crazy? Were you really on a real date with him? Had you really told him you loved him and had you really heard him say it back?

“Hey, sunny.”

You met his eyes. “Yeah?”

“Can you give me another vocabulary word for free?”

You smiled. “Your last one wasn’t free.”

“Oh, right, of course.” He pushed the thai tea you were sharing closer to you. “You liked to be plied with beverages, don’t you?”

“Yes I do,” you agreed. “So, what vocabulary word do you want? Or should I just give you a random one?”

He shook his head. “I need one for a specific feeling.”

“Oh yeah? What feeling?”

“Well, say you were sitting across the table from a really pretty girl...”

You gave a bashful laugh. “And what kind of feelings does that evoke, Daniel?”

He smiled. “Anxiety. Eagerness. A feeling like my heart might jump out of my chest every time I look at her.”

You knew the feeling. You turned the ring he’d given you around on your finger.

“Frisson,” you said after a moment. “That’s your word. It means... a thrill. A sudden strong feeling of excitement or fear.”

“Frisson,” he repeated. He nodded. “You’re pretty good at this sort of thing, sunny.”

He held his hand out on the tabletop and closed his fingers around yours when you put your hand in his.

“Hey,” he said gently.

You met his eyes, shy and so in love with him you could barely stand it. “Hey.”

He squeezed your hand and gave you a warm smile. “Good nervous, right?”

You couldn’t help but smile. “Yeah. Good nervous.” You didn’t regret anything, but you were so thankful that he understood how you felt. “I know it's silly. I’m trying not to be.”

“It’s okay if you are,” he said. “I am too. We’ll just be awkward for a little while. No big deal.”

“Ideal for a first date,” you teased.

He shrugged, a charming grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. “My ideal first date is with you,” he said. “So however it goes, I’m not complaining.”

Your food came, and you pressed your hand to the side of your bowl of tom kha and shivered.

Danny chuckled. “Are you cold?”

“I think it’s a psychological thing,” you said. “You know, warm bowl of soup, rainy night outside — it only seems right to be cold.”

“Well,” he said, around a bite of pad thai, “you have a perfectly nice boyfriend over here who’s willing to keep you warm.”

You blushed, but you couldn’t resist a little needling. “You should probably know that sitting on the same side of the booth is a dealbreaker for me.”

He laughed. “I’m with you, actually. Otherwise you’re having to sit sideways to talk.”

“Right!” you said. “And you’re both looking at nothing but an empty booth.”

“That’s what I’m saying,” he agreed. “I’d much rather look at you.”

You touched a nervous, fluttery hand to your hair you’d put up in a bun. “In all my shining glory, huh?”

He smiled, and there was something so natural and kind in it that you knew it was sincere.

“You kind of do have a shining glory right now,” he said. He looked around at the dim, quiet restaurant and then back at you. “The lights are giving you a sort of halo. Very angelic.”

“How angelic would it be if I stole some of your food?”

He pushed his plate towards you. “Please, have as much as you want.”

You sat in companionable silence for a few minutes while you enjoyed your first official dinner date. You thought of what he’d said about keeping you warm, what he’d called himself; you grew a little restless, feeling bashful and nervous the more you thought about it.

“Hey, Danny?”

“Hm?”

You toyed with the handle of your spoon. “You know what you said a few minutes ago? About... me having a perfectly nice boyfriend to keep me warm?”

He raised a brow, but the corner of his mouth tipped up too. “Yeah?”

You felt your face heat. “Well, are we... I mean, I know we said... but do you want to be...?”

He gave a soft laugh, but you knew he wasn’t being unkind. He took your hand.

“You don’t have to watch your words with me, sunny,” he said. “Just tell me what you’re thinking.”

You squeezed his hand. “Do you want to be my boyfriend? Officially?”

He ran the pad of his thumb over the ring he’d given you.

“Yes,” he said with a sweet smile. “Yes, sunny. I want to be your boyfriend, officially, and I want you to be my girlfriend, and I want...” He pinked. “Well, we have a lot of time to figure out the rest. But I know I love you, and I know I want to be your partner.”

You felt a thrill of pleasure at the words, and you loved that he was already thinking about your future together.

“Me too,” you said. “I love you too, Danny.”

He gave you a teasing smile. “You know, if we weren’t on opposite sides of the booth, we could be kissing right now.”

You bit your lip at the thought. “Tempting. Still a dealbreaker, though.”

He laughed. “I love you very much, sunny.”

You were certain you’d never felt happier in your entire life. “I love you very much too.”

You lingered long after you’d gotten the check, talking about everything and nothing; as he’d promised it would, the awkwardness eventually gave way to the comforting familiarity of two friends in love with each other. It was so easy and wonderful just to be with him, and you could hardly believe he wanted this with you as much as you wanted it with him.

Danny took the receipt, and when he uncapped the pen, you knew without having to ask what he was going to draw on the back of it.

“What are they doing tonight?” you asked, leaning forward a little to try and see what he was drawing.

He blocked your view with his hand, and you smiled.

“Are they doing something inappropriate?” you teased. “Please me you’re not drawing stick-figure sex, Danny.”

He smirked. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

You laughed. “Yes, you got me. That’s what cranks my tractor.”

He chuckled and finished his drawing with a scrawl of words across the top. He slid the receipt across the table to you. “There you go. Happy first date.”

You felt a girlish blush creep into your cheeks at that, and you looked over his drawing with a soft smile. He was a talented doodler, you had to admit; the stick figure couple was at what you guessed was a wedding, fairy lights strung above them and wine glasses in hand. They were giving each other a goofy kiss and a few hearts floated above them. The words stretching over the scene were from your Cat Stevens song — The wedding took place and people came from many miles around; there was plenty merriment, cider and wine abound. But out of all that I recall I remembered the girl I met, ‘cause she had given me something that my heart could not forget.

“I’m glad you didn’t have a lighter at the funeral,” he said.

You smiled. “Me too. And I’m glad we somehow ended up at the same wedding the next day.”

He grinned. “It does kinda seem like fate, doesn’t it?” He laced his fingers with yours. “I’ll go to weddings with you as long as you’ll let me, sunny.”

“Well, we’re already on our fourth,” you said, tracing an affectionate finger over your stick figure couple. “It’s kind of our thing now.”

He smiled. “Yeah, I guess it is.”

It was pouring by the time you got to your apartment, and despite Danny’s best efforts to hold his jacket over your head while you fumbled with your keys, you both ended up soaked. Neither of you seemed to mind, though, laughing and wiping the rain from your faces as you came inside.

“Could you call this a gullywasher?” he asked, brushing his damp curls out of his face.

You grinned. “Hey, you remembered! I’ll make a vocabulary scholar out of you yet, Daniel.”

You stood on tiptoe to give him a kiss, and though you’d only intended for it to be a quick one, he responded with such eagerness that you would have stood in your doorway and kissed him for the rest of your life if you could have. The two of you stood together, dripping onto your floor, completely lost in each other as the rain fell outside.

He put his tongue in your mouth, and your breath caught on a little whine. You felt his reaction shiver through his whole body, a rush of confidence and pleasure in his touch as he pushed the door closed and backed you up against it.

He let you come up for air after a minute, and his lips were pink and shiny from kissing you.

“Danny,” you said, soft, breathless.

He tucked your hair behind your ear. “Yes, sunny?”

You blushed. “I’ve never, um... never brought a guy back to my apartment,” you admitted. “I don’t really know what I’m doing with this kind of thing. I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize, sweetheart.” He gave you a gentle kiss. “We’ll do whatever you want to do.”

“Well, but... what do you want to do?”

He cupped your jaw and brushed his thumb over your bottom lip. “Doesn’t matter what I want to do, sunny. If it would make you feel better to know, I’m over the moon to do literally anything with you. But what I want you to worry about is what you want to do.”

“You’d be down for anything?” you teased. “You're telling me there’s nothing you wouldn’t do with me right now?”

“Mmhm,” he said, a little distracted, pressing gentle kisses to your jaw and the corner of your mouth. “We can fuck nasty or go to Disney World or jump on the bed or decorate your whole apartment for Halloween. I don’t care.”

The laugh that bubbled out of you only grew the more options he gave you, and you were shaking with laughter as he kissed you again.

“None of those, then?” he said with a soft laugh.

You draped your arms over his shoulders and let him hold you. “Maybe we can find a middle ground.”

“Suits me, sunny. I’m gonna have to run to the store if we pick anything close to the first one, though.”

“I’m on birth control,” you said. “So you don’t have to unless you want to. Though I am surprised you didn’t come prepared for this trip.”

He chuckled, and his breath was warm against your skin. “Messing around with bridesmaids isn’t really my style,” he said. “And I wasn’t counting on you, sweetheart.”

You gave a pleased hum. “Aren’t you glad you found me, though?”

He smiled and wrapped his arms around you. “Yes, I am.”

He held you close and kissed you, and you stayed that way for a long while. You felt how it affected him to be so close to you, and you flushed with pleasure to know he wanted you, but it also made you a little nervous.

You worked up enough courage to tell him, or at least try. “Danny?”

He hummed and kissed your throat. “What is it, sunny?”

“I, um... I need to tell you something.”

He pulled back and studied your face, gentle and patient. “Okay. Tell me.”

You absently ran your fingers over the string of pearls around his neck, hesitant, shy.

He brushed his thumb in a soothing, repetitive motion over your hip. “Have you ever been with somebody, sunny? Is that it?”

You blushed vividly. “S-sort of,” you said, unable to meet his eyes. “I mean, I’ve... only a few times. Not many.”

You could count on one hand the times you’d slept with someone, all of them with a guy in college you would hesitate to call a boyfriend. He’d been pushy and less than gentle, and it had left you with very little knowledge of how sex was supposed to be. You knew it would be different with Danny; you had no doubt about that. But you still didn’t have a lot to go on.

Danny put a finger under your chin and tipped your face up towards his.

“Hey,” he said. “Look at me.”

You did as he said, embarrassed, seeing nothing but kindness in his gaze.

“We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to,” he said, and you knew he meant it. “I’m not in any rush. I want you to feel comfortable with everything we do, and if that means we don’t do anything, I’m more than happy to not do anything.”

“I want to,” you said softly. “I just... wanted you to know that I’m not some kind of sex expert. If that’s what you were hoping for.”

He chuckled. “I was hoping for you, sweetheart. But thank you for telling me. It doesn’t change my mind about anything.”

You were surprised at how relieved you felt. “I love you, Danny.”

He gave you a gentle kiss. “Sweetheart. I love you too.”

The two of you made your way to the laundry room to put your wet clothes on to dry, and when you stood with him half-dressed in your dark apartment and listened to the sound of the rain and the gentle hum of the dryer, he asked if you wanted to shower together.

“No pressure,” he said. “And I’ll wash your hair for you.”

You smiled. “Deal.”

Under the spray of the warm water and by the light of a few flickering candles, he kissed you with a slow, patient gentleness. You skated your hands over each other, leaning into the intimacy that felt as easy as breathing. You let your hands wander, and you loved the little gasp you drew out of him.

“Sunny,” he breathed. “You don’t... uh, you don’t have to. If you don’t want to.”

You pressed closer and kissed him. “I want to,” you said. “Can you.... can you show me how?”

Even in the dim light, you saw how he blushed. “S-sure.” He swallowed when you moved your hand. “But I don’t — oh.” A little groan tumbled out of him. “I don’t think you need me to.”

You didn’t, not really — aside from a few gentle remarks to direct you, the only thing that came out of Danny’s mouth were words of praise and soft, lovely groans of pleasure. You’d never thought a man could be so beautiful like this, nor had you thought that you’d ever really enjoy it, but it was so different with Danny. You loved him and basked in his delight, mirroring his shudder of pleasure when he unraveled completely.

“I love you,” he breathed, holding you close and showering your face with kisses. “Thank you. I love you.”

You beamed up at him and rested against him, feeling his heartbeat hammer in his chest, loving the way his kisses were warm and gentle and deep with his affection for you. He lathered both of you with your peppermint soap and washed your body gently; he washed your hair for you, as promised, and he took his time to help you relax under his attentive touch.

You held his wrists when he cupped your face in his big hands and kissed you.

“Take me to bed, Danny,” you said softly.

He smiled. “Yes ma’am.”

You were still cold when you were toweled off, and Danny went to get his sweater from the dryer for you. You let him help you into it and snuggled into the huge, warm sweater, gladly accepting the kisses he showered you with as he did.

“Can we just lay together for a little bit?” you asked.

“Sure we can, sunny.”

You lay tangled together under the blankets, stealing gentle kisses, brushing your fingers through each other’s damp hair. You felt yourself warm to your desire, his gentleness and patience easing your bashful nervousness, and you didn’t stop him when his big, warm hand moved between your legs.

“Danny,” you breathed.

“Does this feel okay, sunny?” he asked gently.

You nodded and pulled him closer to kiss him. “Please.”

You felt his smile, and he kissed you and caught your moans as he worked his fingers slowly and skillfully over your heat.

“Danny,” you gasped.

“I’m right here, sweet girl,” he said, his voice low with pleasure and desire. “You sound so pretty, sunny. Can you keep singing like that for me?”

He made sure you did, drawing you to a languid high like a slow wave crashing against the shore. You shuddered underneath him, and he drew you close and kept you in his arms.

“You’re so beautiful, sunshine,” he said softly. “Thank you for letting me be with you like this. I love you.”

Emotion made your chest tight, and your voice was barely above a whisper when you said it back. “I love you too, Danny.” It didn’t seem like enough just to say it, and you moved to straddle him and kiss him deeper.

“I love you,” you said again. You showered his face with kisses, and he ran his hands under his sweater you still wore, holding your hips, tracing circles against your skin.

You cradled his face in your hands, and he looked up at you with nothing short of adoration.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he said softly. “I love you, sunshine. Please don’t break my heart.”

A few tears did fall, then. He gave you a wobbly smile and brushed them from your face.

“Aw, honey. I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

You hugged his neck and loved the feeling of his arms around you, strong and steady and safe.

“I’m never going to break your heart, and you’re never going to break mine, and we’re going to live happily ever after,” you said. “I promise.”

He breathed a laugh and leaned his head against yours. “Okay, sunny. I promise too.”

You let him hold you for a while, and you only pulled back enough to kiss him. He propped himself up further against the pillows, and you gasped when you felt him against your heat.

“Danny.”

He chuckled. “What is it, sweetheart?”

“I... I want you inside me.”

“Okay, baby,” he said gently. “Lift up a little, and you can do it yourself.”

You blushed. “You don’t want to be on top?”

“I want whatever you want,” he reminded you. “And I think it’ll be more comfortable for you this way. You can go as slow as you want.”

You kissed him. “Thank you.”

He gave you a gentle smile. “You don’t have to thank me, sunny. I love you.”

You lifted your hips and slowly lowered back down, taking him fully, both of you breathing a choked sigh when you were settled.

“I love you too,” you breathed.

You rocked against him, and he kissed the sighs from your mouth as his hands skimmed over your flushed skin. The feeling of him inside you was unlike any pleasure you'd ever felt; you knew would never be able to tell him just how much you loved the intimacy and vulnerability of being so close to him.

He let you set the pace, but every once in a while his control would slip, and you shivered with pleasure when he pulled you closer and kissed you. It was slow until it wasn’t, and for all the gentleness between you, you felt yourself coming to your high with an almost overwhelming quickness.

“Danny, I’m — ” You gripped his shoulders, your breath catching. “I’m close.”

“Good girl,” he praised in a low voice, and you couldn’t have kept yourself from going over the edge if you’d tried. You were almost embarrassed at the whines that tumbled out of you, but he was looking up at you with such adoration and pleasure, and you’d never felt more beautiful in all your life.

“Sunny, sunny,” he breathed. “You’re perfect. I love you so much.”

You pressed close and kissed him deeply. “I love you, Danny.”

He groaned when you kept rocking against him. “Baby, you — you gotta stop if — ”

You hushed him with a kiss. “I want you inside, lover.”

A shaky breath escaped him. “Call me that again.”

You smiled and brushed your fingers through his soft curls. “Come on, lover. Show me how good it feels.”

He dug his fingers into your hips, and you felt that familiar pleasure wind tight in your belly again just looking at him. When his fingers started to wander, you were surprised at how eagerly your body responded to his touch.

“Oh, Danny,” you gasped. “I —I don’t know if I can — ”

“Yes you can,” he said, and the gravelly desire of his voice made your breath catch. “With me, sweetheart. Come on.”

Both of you came undone, and in the hazy bliss of the afterglow, you rested your head in the crook of his neck and loved it when he held you close.

“Okay, sweetheart?” he asked quietly, running a hand over your back. “I didn’t mean to push you at the end.”

You kissed his jaw. “No, I’m glad you did. I’ve never...” You blushed. “Not that quickly, anyway.”

You liked the pleased smirk he wore, figuring he’d earned the right to be a little smug, but it quickly eased to a warm, genuine smile when you kissed him.

“I love you,” he said. “Thank you for trusting me.”

You pressed a kiss to his shoulder. “Thank you for being someone I can trust.”

You kissed for a while longer, and when he eventually eased you off of him, he went to the bathroom to get a warm washcloth to clean you up with. His touch was gentle and chaste, and he pulled you close under the covers when you were clean and snug and sleepy.

He gave you a soft smile as you tried to keep your eyes open.

“Go to sleep, sunny,” he said softly. “I’m not going anywhere.”

You tipped your face up towards him. “Goodnight kiss.”

He did as you asked. “Goodnight, sunshine. I love you.”

You gave a sleepy sigh and snuggled closer. “I love you too.”

—

The morning sun was gentle when you woke, and though Danny wasn’t in bed next to you, you saw a small collection of things on your nightstand you knew he must have put there. You sifted through it and saw the doodle of your stick-figure couple from the first wedding, the seashell with the heart-shaped hole in it, his drawing of his drum kit, the photo strip of the two of you, and the doodle-covered receipt from dinner the night before. The last one was new, a bright pink sticky note undoubtedly from your desk, showing a drawing of a smiley face made out of bacon and two fried eggs.

wakey wakey eggs and bacey (bakey? how tf do you spell that?) it read, and it made you laugh. come get breakfast and a kiss!!

You carefully put the newest note with the rest of your collection in the drawer of your nightstand, slipping on a pair of underwear and keeping Danny’s sweater that you’d slept in. You followed the aroma of coffee and found your boyfriend in your kitchen in nothing but his black boxers.

You couldn’t think of anything to say, the “good morning” you’d had on the tip of your tongue dying a quick death as you were momentarily stunned by your incredibly beautiful boyfriend and your incredibly wonderful life with him in it.

He turned from the stove and seemed struck with the same wonder when he saw you. His eyes were wide as he took you in, a delighted smile brightening his whole face.

“Hi,” he said.

You smiled. “Hi.”

“I think I’m experiencing that vocabulary word again,” he said with a grin. “Frisson, right?”

You laughed. “Yeah. Me too.”

He leaned down to kiss you as you came close, and for a moment, the two of you lost yourself in kissing each other good morning.

“Coffee’s ready,” he said, when he finally let you come up for air. “And breakfast will be soon. You don’t actually have any bacon so I can’t make you a smiley face, sorry.”

You gave a dramatic sigh as you fixed your coffee. “What’s the point of even having breakfast, then?”

He chuckled and handed you your plate when you sat on the counter next to the stove.

“Sam and birdie invited us for lunch this afternoon,” he reminded you. “I didn’t say for sure if we were coming because we didn’t really talk about it, but we should have time before our flights.”

“I’d like to go,” you said. You didn’t like the reminder that he was leaving today, and you almost didn’t ask, but you knew you couldn’t just ignore it. “What time is your flight?”

“Four.” He glanced over at you. “I can miss it, sunny.”

You shook your head. “And then what?” you asked. The thought of him leaving made your chest feel tight, and you hid it poorly. “It might be tomorrow or the day after, but you’ll still have to leave.”

“Hey, hey.” He moved to stand between your legs, wrapping his arms around you. “Don’t be upset, sunny. It’s okay. We’ll figure it out.”

You bit the inside of your cheek and brushed his curls behind his ear.

“I’m sorry,” you said. “I’m not trying to pitch a fit. I know you have to leave. I just... don’t want you to.”

He gave you a sad smile. “I know, baby,” he said gently. “I don’t want to leave either. And I can stay for a few more days if that’s okay with you — I don’t have to be back to work until Monday. But even when I leave, we’re gonna figure this out. We won’t be long distance forever.”

“I didn’t even think about it,” you admitted quietly. “I guess because it doesn’t matter, really. I want to be with you even if we have to be long distance for a little while.”

“Me too, sweetheart.” He kissed you. “Should I stay for a few more days?”

You hugged him close. “Stay as long as you can.”

—

Just landed :)

You couldn’t stop the giddy smile that his text drew out, putting your phone in your pocket and looking eagerly towards the opposite end of baggage claim even though you knew he wouldn’t be there for a while yet. You felt like your heart might beat out of your chest, and you had to keep yourself from running through the whole airport just to get to him.

It had only been a week since he’d flown back home, and you’d called and texted almost nonstop since he’d left, but you were so excited to be with him again. You’d decided that you’d be together on weekends, when both of you were off of work, and you’d alternate between your apartment and his. When the school year ended for you, you’d make more concrete plans; for now, both of you gave new meaning to the phrase “living for the weekend”. It wasn’t ideal, but both of you were willing to make it work.

You checked your phone again to see if he’d texted you an update, but there were no new messages; you bounced on your heels and looked to the steady stream of people filing into baggage claim to get their luggage.

Then, in the sea of people, you saw that familiar broad frame and that dark, beautiful head of curls, and it felt like the fourth of July in your chest.

“Danny!” you called, all but running through the crowd to get to him. He turned at your voice, looking for you, and grinned when he saw you; he dropped his bag and caught you to him, holding you in a bear hug right there in the middle of the airport.

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” you said, kissing his face as he held you.

He laughed and let you shower him with kisses as he hugged you tighter.

“I love you too, sunny,” he said. “Are you happy to see me?”

You gave him a beaming smile. “What do you think?”

After a last kiss, he set you down and gathered his things, taking you by the hand.

“Do you remember that thing you said at our first wedding?” you asked as you walked. “When the bride was walking down the aisle?”

He gave you a bemused tilt of his head. “No. What did I say?”

You remembered how pretty he’d been at that wedding, all stained-glass rainbows and big sweet smiles, and you knew that you’d loved him even then. You’d loved him when you were kids and you loved him now, and you were so thankful for whatever thread of fate had brought you together.

“You told me to look at the groom,” you said. “You said his love was plain as day on his face. ‘The look of his best and longest love.’.”

Danny smiled. “Oh, yeah. I remember.” He put his arm around your waist and pulled you close. “You should be pretty familiar with that look by now, sunny.”

You blushed and beamed up at him. “Tell me I’m your best and longest love, Danny.”

He smiled and leaned down to give you a kiss. “You’re my best and longest love, sunny.”

You kissed him back. “You’re my best and longest love too.”

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#at this point i have no clue if my taglist works i'm just hoping tumblr is not stupid for once <3 #but ahh!!! here you go!!! i hope you love it!!!!!#danny wagner x reader #danny wagner fluff #danny wagner smut #greta van fleet fanfiction #danny wagner fanfiction #gvf fanfiction #four weddings and a funeral fic #maddie writes stuff!

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charlesslut16 · 10 months

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-picnic-

summary : you and george go and have a picnic with your friends.

PAIRING : george russel x fem!reader

WARNINGS : none

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Today was the day you and george had decided to go on a picnic with your friends. It was a sunny summer day. Perfect for picnics with your friends and family.

You wanted to go on a picnic for ages, but all of you four were always busy, or the weather wasn't good. Either it rained or it was too hot to go outside and have a picnic.

George and his friend played something on his computer while you and your friend prepared the food. The basket you brought with you was filled with lots of amazing foods.

Such as strawberries, sandwiches, raspberries, cranberries, chips, salads and other lovely foods to eat. In addition, you also took paper plates and plastic cups with you.

"George, when you two are finished, could you take the Polaroid camera with you?" You loudly said up the stairs, as you packed the last things in the basket to take with you.

"I will, love. We are playing one last game, and then we can go." George answered loudly and then continued playing the game. You continued to talk to your friend.

You then double-checked the basket and then sat down on the couch in the living room with a glass of water. The both of you were talking about your boyfriends lives and gossiping a bit.

Some time later, george came downstairs, and you drove to the park to picnic. You decided on a spot to sit and laid everything out. Your friends bought some beanbags with them to sit on and the picnic started.

You and George sat on a beanbag together, while your friends sat on the other. George sat comfortably on the beanbag, and you sat in between his legs, as his arms were around your waist.

Volleyball was also played by the four of you. The first game was won by your friends, but the second game was one by george, and you beat them by two points different.

You made some Polaroid pictures to remember this fabulous day. From you or george or your friends. In different positions and in different places. Together as a couple or as a single person.

Together, you and george now sat on one of the beanbags, while your friends played volleyballs. You sat in between his legs and he held the Polaroid up, as you both looked and laughed at the pictures.

He laid the pictures on the picnic blanket, and you cuddled more into him. He held you tightly while you watched your friends have fun. Everything was perfect as it was.

"It's perfect. Is it not?"

"Yes. It's the perfect day."

"I love you, my love. So much. You have no idea."

"I love you, georgie."

"You mean the world to you know."

George gave you a kiss and rocked you two to a song that he had in his head only he could hear. He gave you a kiss on the forehead, as you straitened the shorts you had on.

You watched your friends have fun and being in love. Just as you and George were. It would be four years this year, and you couldn't be happier. The thought that you were the luckiest girl in the world always on your mind.

"You want to play?" George said, and nudged your shoulder, so you would listen to him. As an Answer, you nodded and stood up with george. Your friends playing the ball to you so you could play and they could relax.

You played for a while until you both got bored, so you sat back on the beanbag and talked to your friends for a while. The friend of you then had a grand idea to play a card game you had both brought in case you all got bored.

As the sun went down, you all decided to go home. You and your friend packed all of your belonging together, as your boyfriends packed the beanbags in the car.

You all said goodbye to each other and then went to the parking spot you parked at. Your friends were the ones who drove firstly, as you both needed to pack something in the vehicle.

George opened the passager door, so you could get in the car. As you were, he closed the door and walked to the driver's side to get in. He drove out of the parking spot and drove on the road.

In the car, you both were talking and laughing, while his hand laid on your thigh and yours over his. He took your hand in is and gave your knuckles some light kisses and laid his hand back into your lap again.

After some time, you were in front of the house you both shared. You and George stept out of the car and took everything out except for the beanbag, as none of you had a hand free to grip it. So you decided to get it tomorrow.

The day was as perfect as it could have been. Your boyfriend, your friend and her boyfriend were there, and you had a great time, so you had nothing to complain about.

You were now laying on the bed with george next to you, showered and in pyjamas. Scrolling through insta when a notification popped up with a photo of you and george on the beanbag looking at each other.

As you saw the picture, you posted it instantly on Instagram.

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yourusername Wholesome weekend

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user The way george looks at you!!!!

user I love your smile

alex_albon george the simp!

user When does george propose?

georgerussel63 my one and only

username you look so happy and in love

lilymhe you cheated on me.

yourusername it was a mistake. You're the only one for me.

georgerussel63 ...

username I love your relationship

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bokettochild · 7 months

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what are your favourite headcanons for all the boys? (also hi mama lava we havent spoken in a while oopsie hah,,hope ur doing well <3)

I'm doing quite well, m'dear! Mnetally at least LOL

The body hates fall and the changes in the air, but the rain makes me happy and the leaves are going CRONCH so I can still smile! Also, it is now cider and cocoa wheather! (I really need to finish that darn Ravio scarf now LOL)

Okay! Headcannons!

Time: He has no clue what's happening ever. Time is hard for me to relate to or even work with, so I don't tend to mess around as much with headcannons for him, but I love the idea that he is masquerading as an adult all the time and genuinely is confused by almost everything. As someone who was left in charge of see stinkers with no clue on how to handle them, it makes him relatable and easier to write that way :)

Warriors: His dark form is a dragon. Even prior to TotK I liked the idea that certain people could/would become dragons, and considering there are some who ship him and his Zelda and they come before Flora, that would mean it runs in the family LOL. It also really suits him for REASONS and I like playing with it

Sky: His eyes flash silver when he's angry, and lightning will crash even on a sunny day when you piss him off. He killed a god, let this man be an unhinged BAMF eldrich hero!

Hyrule: Navi is his mother. I like the idea of him growing up hearing stories of the Hero of Time. i like the idea of him setting out on his adventure not just because Impa asked him too, but because that pig sounds a lot like the sucker who killed his big brother and their family doesn't go down unavenged! He totally had a few words for Ganon in that last fight, and even if it was the last thing the king of evil thought, he knew he was killed on behalf of a hero, not just by one.

Twilight: He's a white girl. It's really a personal gag for me, but he likes horses and stupid romance stories and ridiculously sweet drinks and he can't hold his whiskey for the life of him. Okay, like, he can, but why would he drink whiskey when he can have something strawberry flavoured? He just... he's a big rancher and scary wolf, but he will willingly wear pink and be a barbie is what I'm saying. And yes he'd enjoy it! (although he'd prefer pants please, he's still a man Barbie, okay? Not a Ken, a man Barbie)

(I have others for Twi, but this one makes me happy to ridiculous levels and gives the seratonin <3)

Wind: He's Warriors' grandfather. I know it;s less about him and more about Warriors, but the idea of him shaping and guiding the next hero, preserving that hero's childhood and protecting it as long as he can, makes me happy. there were totally calls to adventure long before Cia, but Wind said "heck no, he's underage, ain't happening" and either stopped that shit or dealt with it himself. He made sure to teach Warriors everything he wishes he'd known, or heard the others say they wished they'd known when starting: starting a fire, wayfaring, tracking, hunting, fishing, map making, how to make gear and supplies last, where to find valuable things, all that sort of stuff. he didn't know what sort of trouble the hero after him would face, so he made sure to provide help and leave supplies in every way he could think of (some of which, incidentally, lasted all the way to wild's time to help him).

Wild: He's Other. He's not quite right and he's more than just slightly screwed up, but not in the pretty, Fae like way it's often pictured. Wild is Other like a twisted and mangled tree that scrapes across your window in the night, keeping you awake but keeping the monsters cowering under your bed in fear. He's other like a too wide smile, like a sigh of relief when he feels Death's touch lingering on Legend. He's Not Quite Right in a way you have to know him to see, but you can't ever stop seeing after. (It's okay. Flora is too and she feels safer being with someone who's the same)

Legend: Personal hc I never get to share! Legend is the personification of Balance! He straddles light and dark both as a rabbit and in his fifth adventure. He's kind of died twice (OoS manga & a personal theory about Koholint) yet he's still alive. He kills in order to preserve life and lives in order to kill that which threatens it. He represents the balance in Hyrule and preserves it, hence why he tends to fill any needed role (watching the backs of the heroes throughout LU, taking the lead in Sunset, acting as a middleground/middle sibling in Sunrise) in order to prevent things tipping out of balance. legend is the middle ground between extremes, and a walking contradiction.

Four: I will do the colours as well, but I adore them being remembered, even though Four thinks he won't be. he comments in the comic that he's glad to at least have done well enough that no one needs to worry about his enemies, hence why they don't talk about him anymore, but I like the idea that Malon taught Time to read by reading him parts or stories about Four, but he got to impatient to wait to find out the ending, so he forced himself to figure it out as fast as possible to get there even if she wans't there to tell him. I like Legend hearing stories of him and growing up admiring him, of spending his first few adventures trying to be like him because that's what heroes who win are like. I love Four being remembered and adored. He deserves it! (And if he maybe got sealed away long enough to come back and meet some future heroes, well, I love that too!)

Red: Is actually the most dangerous of the colours when he's mad. He will wreck your shit, he will burn you alive. Do not try him.

Blue: He's fond of patterns and artwork, and knitting helps keep him calm. He's the crafter of the colors, and the only one if you disregard smithing. Also, he's the mom friend.

Green: He likes drawing. I don't know why, he just does. Also, outdoorsy boy. He hates shoes, hates floors, and will sit in the grass drawing trees and chatting with minish for hours if nothing stops him.

Vio: Loves cats. Despite Four as a whole having a fear of cats, and the other colors also sharing that fear, Vio's sense of self preservation sort of flew out the window with the trust the others had in him when he joined Shadow. Vio can look at any animal that should reasonably be able to kill them and actually will try and determine if he can just... touch it. he doesn't want to even be friends, he just wants to see if, since a dragon will let him, will this giant wildcat also? He adores Wolfie more than even Red. The others think there is something wrong with him that he likes terrifying creatures so much.

#asks and answers #linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu legend #lu warriors #lu twilight #lu wild #lu four #lu time #lu sky #lu hyrule #lu wind

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sibylsleaves · 2 years

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The 911 fic writer’s guide to LA

I asked if anyone would be interested in a short little guide to LA for fic-writing reference, and surprisingly I got a lot of replies. I lived in LA for 20 years so while I’m not an EXPERT per se I thought there might be some knowledge I could share for people who want more info about the city of Los Angeles to add a bit of realism to their fics. I can’t cover everything, so this is just a sampling of stuff that may or may not be useful. I got some additional help from @swiftiesisters14 who added some great insights and details. YMMV of course!

Weather and climate: for the most part, yes, it is very warm and sunny in L.A. the majority of the year. Rain is very uncommon, especially from May - October, and when it does come it usually lasts a couple days up to maybe a week on and off. Rainstorms and thunderstorms are very rare. It does not snow but it does, very rarely, hail. Within a few miles of the ocean, mornings will be quite cold and cloudy thanks the marine layer–this is true even in the summer. “June Gloom” is a phenomenon in LA where we get a lot of cloudy weather in May/June (usually just in the morning although it can sometimes last all day). It can get fairly cold at night during the winter (though almost never below freezing). Even during the summer, nights aren’t as warm as you might imagine, as the dry air makes temperatures drop quicker once the sun goes down (if your characters are going anywhere during a warm day and expect to be there until night, they will most likely bring a jacket).

There’s a HUGE difference in weather/temperature between the coastal parts of the city and areas further east (and especially into the Valley, where it is frequently over 100 F degrees in the summer). Closer to the ocean, highs typically don’t break 90 unless there’s a heat wave, lows typically stay above 50 except for some nights in the winter. September is often the hottest month of the year (this surprises a lot of people). This also coincides with wildfire season, which used to be roughly September-October, but has started earlier and earlier and lasts later and later into the fall (hello climate change).

Most people from LA are fairly sensitive to the cold and will definitely wear jackets and such the minute it drops below 68 degrees. Many Angelenos do not own a proper winter coat or snow boots or rain boots. Air conditioning is very common in homes and businesses, so hot days are less of an issue if you’re staying indoors. The heat here is DRY, so if you’re used to sticky East Coast heat, this is a totally different beast. Hot weekend days result in swamped beaches and tons of beach traffic. When it DOES rain, even just a little drizzle, the entire city tends to go fucking nuts, and everyone forgets how to drive (a stereotype that is unfortunately very accurate). I imagine the 118 gets LOTS of calls on rainy days because Angelenos just do not understand how to deal with rain.

Santa Ana winds: you may have heard of these. they suck. Basically an extremely hot, extremely dry, extremely high-speed wind that blows into LA for a week/up to a few weeks at a time and make your allergies go crazy. Trust me, it’s miserable. It usually happens in fall, although they can happen at other times of the year (and doesn’t necessarily happen every year. They’re unpredictable). A weather advisory will go out discouraging from making outdoor fires/doing fire-related activities during this time, as fires can spread extremely rapidly in these conditions. The Santa Anas have a somewhat mythological status in LA, because people sort of think they make people crazy and unpredictable (i mean, it’s not hard to see why--who wouldn’t be irritable in these conditions?) In addition to the Santa Anas, wind storms in general are not uncommon, especially in fall, and winds can cause a lot of damage to powerlines/trees/etc.

Wildfire season: Usually at its peak in September/October, can last all the way into December some years. Areas that are susceptible to burning are the hilly/mountainous areas that surround LA, including Topanga Canyon, the Santa Monica mountains, the San Gabriel Mountains, Malibu, etc. Even if there is a fire that’s miles and miles away, depending on winds it can cause the air in LA to be very smoky and dangerous to breathe. There can sometimes be ash literally falling from the sky...like you go to your car and it’s just coated in ash. Again, this doesn’t happen every year but it’s becoming more and more frequent. 2020 was a particularly bad wildfire year.

Water: California has basically been in one giant drought for the past two decades. Water conservation is a big deal, especially in LA which literally imports a lot of its water. There’s restrictions on when/how long/how you water your lawn. When conditions get really bad, they will place restrictions on commercial water features (fountains and the like) and do stuff like make it so that restaurants only serve you water if you ask for it. There’s always stuff about shortening showers/washing dishes more efficiently/etc. I wouldn’t say it’s necessarily something Angelenos think about on a day-to-day basis but it is part of living in LA.

Earthquakes: small earthquakes happen fairly frequently and most people won’t even notice them (what often happens is you’ll be sitting there and you’ll be like was that an earthquake? And then you google whether there was an earthquake nearby). Occasionally a small-to-medium earthquake might wake you up in the middle of the night. Larger earthquakes that actually cause injuries/fatalities are much rarer.

Driving and Traffic: traffic in L.A. is no joke. If your characters are driving virtually anywhere during the afternoon, they WILL be stuck in traffic or they will worry about getting stuck in traffic. Fridays are the absolute worst traffic days. Something can be “10 minutes away” and take half an hour to actually drive. (For instance, Buck’s drive to get to Eddie’s? during peak traffic hours that could take easily 30-40 minutes). Traffic is a huge consideration in most Angelenos daily lives–-there are certain places you just DO NOT GO during certain hours of the day if you can avoid it, or you have to budget in extra time in case there’s bad traffic. Gridlock in main arteries of the city is extremely common.

LA drivers are known to be aggressive, decisive, and rude. If you display a single second of hesitation or indecisiveness on the road (whether thats making a turn or changing lanes or running a yellow) you WILL get honked at. Maybe this is why Eddie prefers to have Buck drive him around. Pedestrians on the other hand are incredibly timid and cautious. You will almost never see people in LA jaywalking the way they do in East Coast cities.

A common topic of conversation in LA is various driving routes (yes, it’s a stereotype, but at least when I lived there it was true). Why? Because it is essential to know multiple routes to get from place to place because one or more of them will be congested, and knowing alternate routes can be a lifesaver (although everyone uses apps now, but that is its own topic of discussion amongst Angelenos.)

Freeways are referred to as “the ___” (so the 10, the 405, the 101, the 5, etc. Although the Pacific Coast Highway is just PCH--almost no one calls it the 1). There are very few toll roads in LA--in fact, I don’t know of any.

Parking in L.A. also sucks, and knowledge of little-known, cheap and/or questionably legal places to park in popular neighborhoods is social capital. Restaurants with valet parking outside are very common in certain upscale neighborhoods (Cher Horowitz was right about that).

Public Transportation: has improved somewhat over the past decade when they built out the Metro a little, but is still pretty paltry and inconvenient given the size of the city. L.A. remains a very driving-heavy city. Truthfully, in my 20 years of living in LA i almost never took public transportation except when I was too young to drive and took the bus. LA is also not a very bike-friendly city, and there are only a few streets with dedicated bike lanes. BUT you will often see people biking on dedicated bike paths near the beach.

Geography of the city: It’s hard to fathom just how big and sprawling LA actually is unless you’ve lived here or another geographically huge city like it. You can spend your whole life living in L.A. and there will be parts of the city you have never set foot in and know virtually nothing about (and that is partially because traffic makes getting around to these different enclaves extremely arduous). It is a sprawling behemoth, like six or seven cities smushed into one. And actually, there ARE in fact five other cities/unincorporated communities that exist within the borders of Los Angeles: Santa Monica, Culver City, Beverly Hills, West Hollywood, and Marina del Rey, as well as surrounding municipalities that many people consider “L.A.” (such as Compton, Pasadena, Santa Clarita, Malibu, Long Beach, Burbank, Glendale, etc. etc.) As it would be impossible to run through every neighborhood in L.A., here are just a few popular areas near the downtown area where the 118 firehouse is (apparently) located. This is roughly moving east-west but you can look at a map for more precise geography:

Downtown: definitely the most dense “urban-y” part of L.A. with tons of skyscrapers, high-rises, etc. Downtown LA is huge, with lots of sub-neighborhoods and districts, including the Fashion district, Chinatown, Skid Row, and Little Tokyo. Like any downtown, there are a lot of attractions here, like the convention center, sports arenas, theaters and music venues, nightlife etc. This is where Buck’s loft is according to this helpful guide and based on the establishing shot they use, which includes the East Columbia building, a notable Art Deco building that is smack downtown. (It’s the greenish building with the clock on it that you can see in many episodes). To the southwest of downtown is where you’ll find the University of Southern California (USC) where May is starting college.

Silverlake/LA River area: includes Silver Lake, Echo Park (home to Dodger Stadium), Los Feliz, Little Armenia, Westlake and the Griffith Park area (home to the LA Zoo). To be honest I don’t know this area very well because I lived in West LA and didn’t spend a lot of time over here, and also it has gentrified quite a bit. Silver Lake is pretty artsy and trendy, with a lot of small local businesses, and also has historical ties to the LGBT community so there are lots of queer-friendly bars and community spaces.

Koreatown (aka K-Town): pretty cool/trendy neighborhood that was historically home to L.A.’s large Korean immigrant population. The makeup of this neighborhood now is actually a majority Latine, but you’ll still find a lot of Korean food and markets in K-Town. A very commercial area with lots of bars, restaurants, clubs, and shops as well as apartments. Koreatown has an extremely fascinating history, which I will not go into here.

Hollywood: super touristy, this is where you can find the walk of fame (the stars with celebrities names on them), the Chinese Theater, and like, Ripley’s Believe or Not museum. Used to be where most of the major film studios had their studios, but most of them have moved. Best place in Hollywood in MY opinion is the Hollywood Bowl, which is a beautiful outdoor concert venue tucked into the hills.

West Hollywood: a fairly upscale residential and shopping area, but not a bougie as Beverly Hills and not as touristy as Hollywood. West Hollywood is actually its own city/town (although Hollywood is NOT), and is well-known as a historically LGBT+ village/district (historically much of L.A.’s gay population lived here...these days it’s a bit more complicated thanks to gentrification.) As such it’s got a little more of an “alternative” reputation than Hollywood and Beverly Hills, although to be honest it’s lost a lot of its “edge” so to speak. This is where you’ll find the Sunset Strip (historic nightlife area on Sunset Blvd--I would say its more touristy nightlife). Nearby you’ll also find The Grove shopping center, and the La Brea tarpits and The Los Angeles County Museum of Art (LACMA), both of which are popular field trip destinations.

Beverly Hills: actually a separate city from LA but it’s kind of right in the middle of it. Very upscale. Home to Rodeo Drive, Lots of upscale shopping, big beautiful houses, luxury hotels, trendy restaurants, etc. It’s basically where all the rich people live and hang out and it’s very, like, bougie and curated. Parts of Beverly Hills are in fact hilly, but most of the commercial areas are flat.

West LA: Lots of smaller residential neighborhoods interspersed with commercial corridors (this is where I’m from). You’ll find Sawtelle Japantown here (kind of a smaller Little Tokyo with Japanese markets and shops), as well as “Little Tehran”/Tehrangeles (lots of Persian markets, shops and restaurants. There’s a large community of Iranian-Americans in this part of the city and you’ll definitely see signs in Persian/Farsi.) Brentwood is another upperclass/rich people neighborhood around here, as well as UCLA’s campus in Westwood. I believe according to this guide that Eddie, Bobby and Athena, and potentially Hen and Karen all live near West LA (looks like Athena and Bobby’s house might be in Culver City? idk)

Culver City: another city within LA. Culturally speaking I’d say Culver city is pretty much like West LA and it has gentrified a LOT in the past decade or so. Idk what else to say about Culver City...it has a romance-centered independent bookstore called The Ripped Bodice. And an ice rink!

Santa Monica: this is slightly further afield but still significant because Santa Monica is where the closest beaches are located, and is obviously home to the Santa Monica Pier (RIP). Parts of Santa Monica are pretty trendy and upscale, and is also kind of “business-y” because a lot of entertainment companies are headquartered here. 3rd Street Promenade is a pedestrian-only shopping district that’s quite popular, with 3 blocks of shops, restaurants, movie theaters, and more. Lots of buskers and street performers. A popular hangout for families and youths (or at least it was when I was a youth). There’s also a huge mall at one end of it.

Other beach communities: Venice Beach (has a very weed and art and hippies vibe, and is where you’ll find the boardwalk with lots of artisan stalls and shops), Marina Del Rey (lots of restaurants and boats and water-based activities), the Palisades (beautiful oceanside cliffy/hilly neighborhood where lots of rich people live), Malibu (very bougie, touristy, and upscale.)

LAX: not a neighborhood, but I thought I’d include the infamous airport of Los Angeles. (There are actually something like 4-5 other nearby airports, but LAX is the biggest). LAX is kind of infamously terrible, because it’s huge, often congested, annoying to navigate, and not very well-planned. Getting in and out during peak travel times can be a nightmare. Driving someone to/from LAX is a true act of love (I only do it for my most beloved family members and friends). The best thing I can say about LAX is that there’s an iconic art installation as you drive in/out, which are these pillars that light up in different colors.

The Valley: directly north of the other areas I just covered. Referred to as one entity by people who don’t live there, but the Valley is actually comprised of many different cities, including LA, Burbank, Calabasas, and San Fernando. It is MUCH hotter here than the rest of LA and a little more suburban-y. My experience of the Valley as someone who does NOT live there is mainly “ugh I have to drive to the Valley.” AKA, it’s to be avoided. Burbank has its own airport and a lot of the film studios are headquartered there.

Demographics: L.A. is one of the most diverse cities in the world. About a quarter of residents of Los Angeles are white (non-hispanic). Latine people make up about half the population (mainly Mexican and Mexican-Americans). There are also sizable Black, East Asian (mainly Chinese, Japanese, and Korean), Arabic, and South Asian populations. Additionally, LA is home to the largest concentration of Armenians and Iranians outside of Armenia and Iran, respectively. There is a significant and diverse Jewish population.

Food: as you might imagine, the huge amount of diversity in L.A. means the food is equally diverse (and extremely delicious). You can find almost any kind of cuisine in L.A., but common types of cuisine include: sushi, thai, Persian (my personal favorite food to get in LA), chinese, pizza, Jewish delis, shawarma, pho, Korean BBQ (particularly in K-Town) and of course, tacos and other Mexican food, along with your standard “American” fare like burgers (you might find yourself wondering why everyone is so obsessed with In-N-Out even though their french fries are such garbage....), seafood (lots of nice-ish seafood places near the beach where the food is overpriced bc you’re really paying for the view), sandwiches (Bay Cities my beloved <3), etc. as well as lots of trendy fusion cuisine. Additionally, everyone who lives in LA has gone to Roscoe’s Chicken and Waffles at least once their life--it is an institution.

Housing: Expensive. I mean, what did you expect? Single-family homes are quite common in LA vs. apartment buildings and condos. In addition, there is a HUGE population of unhoused people in Los Angeles (in fact it ranks No. 2 for the highest number of people experiencing homelessness in the US). I won’t go into all the political hows and whys here, but this is a huge humanitarian crisis and a powder-keg issue amongst LA residents.

Most houses have a backyard and a front lawn and may or may not have a fence/gate. Few houses have basements. I don’t really know why that is.

Lots of houses and apartment complexes have pools, but mainly in richer/upper-class neighborhoods who can afford the upkeep. Many LA parks have a community pool. Some schools even do, too.

Trees and flowers: I personally like knowing what kind of plants there are in any given setting, so here are some noteworthy trees and flowers found in LA:

Palm trees -- of course. The classic. Particularly common to the Venice, Santa Monica, and Beverly Hills areas, but you can find them all over. There are actually a lot of different types, but the most common is the extremely tall skinny Mexican fan palm variety.

Jacarandas -- certain neighborhoods in LA will burst into furious purple bloom during jacaranda season (usually April-June) and the sidewalks will be littered with squished flowers for weeks

Ficus trees -- idk maybe these were specific to my neighborhood but we had a LOT of them

Birds of paradise -- I think this is the official flower of LA. Found in a lot of gardens.

Bougainvillea

Night-blooming jasmine -- smells incredible

Other notes: trees don’t really change color in the fall--you might see a few here and there with orange leaves, but for the most part we don’t get that nice fall foliage (nor do we really...have a fall season...). Grass lawns are common in residential areas (sadly) but more and more people are replacing them with succulent gardens and native gardens (yay!).

School: Public schools in LA go Grades K-5 for elementary, 6-8 for Middle School, and 9-12 for High School. The school year starts mid-August and ends mid-June (evidently they changed this since I was in school). Kids get three weeks of vacation for winter break (usually the week before Christmas - week after New Years) and one week for Spring Break (around Easter).

Sports: there are TOO many sports teams for one city, even one as big as ours (absurdly, four of them share the same arena). They are as follows:

Baseball: the Dodgers are the main L.A. team (who are doing EXTREMELY well this season). They play at Dodger Stadium in Echo Park, and their fans tend to be more die-hard and stalwart. There’s also the Anaheim Angels, which some Angelenos root for, who play...idk somewhere in Anaheim.

Basketball: the Lakers, of course, and the Clippers. They both play at Staples Center which is located downtown (and as of last year is called Crypto.com Arena, ugh). In my experience Lakers fans are the most fair-weather of LA sports fans--they get super intense when the Lakers are good, and when they’re not, well... Clippers fans tend to be more die-hard and less fair-weather because, well, they have to be (sorry). The Sparks are the WNBA team. They ALSO play at the Staples Center (aka Crypto.com Arena but I refuse to call it that).

Hockey: the Kings. They ALSO play at The Stadium Formerly Known as Staples Center. I don’t follow hockey so idk anything else about them.

Football: the Rams and the Chargers. They both play at SoFi stadium in Inglewood (near the airport). Both are recent additions (2016 and 2017 respectively I think). When I lived in LA we had zero football teams and now we have two so I have no idea whats going on there.

Soccer: LAFC (Los Angeles Football Club) who play at the Banc of California Stadium near downtown and LA Galaxy who play at Dignity Health Sports Club near Compton. There is also a women’s team, Angel City FC, who also play at Banc of California Stadium. I know virtually nothing about soccer but hey, the stadium is going to feature heavily in the season 6 premiere!

Hollywood/celebrities/the Film Industry: you will absolutely see celebrities roaming around L.A. from time to time, especially if you frequent certain trendy areas like West Hollywood/Melrose, Santa Monica, Brentwood, etc. I wouldn’t say it’s common, but it’s not super rare. (I’ve seen like a handful of celebrities in the 20 years I lived there.)

You will DEFINITELY see filming happening all around the city. Usually you’ll see signs posted (usually with code names for whatever project it is), trucks, and tons of crewmembers walking around. Occasionally a street or other location might be blocked off for filming, but usually not anything too disruptive.

You will also see those “star-watchers” bus tours (where people go on a tour bus and they like drive around celebrity neighborhoods and look at celebrity houses) in and around the Beverly Hills, Hollywood, and West Hollywood areas. I use to see these tour buses every single day on my commute through Beverly Hills.

There’s also, of course, many people living in LA who work in the industry or are trying to make it as an actor or writer or what have you. There are disproportionately attractive waiters/baristas in certain parts of LA because many of them are waiting tables to support acting careers. This is a stereotype but it’s also pretty true in my experience.

Studios are kind of sprinkled all over the city--there are some in West LA, some in West Hollywood, but the biggest concentration of studios is in Burbank, which is actually its own city in the Valley.

Places to go: in case you want some ideas for fun outings for fic purposes, here’s a list of places in or within reasonable distance of LA (not an exhaustive list obviously):

Disneyland

Universal Studios

Knott’s Berry Farm (this is a small-ish theme park, not an actual berry farm in case that’s unclear)

Six Flags

The Long Beach Aquarium

The LA Zoo (of course)

The Griffith’s Observatory (and Griffith Park in general)

The Getty Museum (very beautiful museum up in the hills with a gorgeous view of the city)

The Getty Villa (different place, also a museum)

Huntington Gardens/Library/Museum

Walt Disney Concert Hall

Echo Park Lake (they have SWAN BOATS 🦢)

LA Science Center/Museum of Natural History

Museum of Contemporary Art (MOCA)

JPL (Jet Propulsion Lab): this is where Karen works. Located in Pasadena. Once or twice a year they’ll do an open house where you can go and learn all about the types of stuff they’re doing. It’s very cool!

Catalina Island

Various beaches--closest would be Santa Monica, Venice, Will Rogers (Pacific Palisades), Playa Del Rey, Dockweiler (to my knowledge this is the only beach that allows bonfires). A bit further: Hermosa Beach, Long Beach, Manhattan Beach, Malibu, Huntington Beach

San Diego! Technically close enough for a day trip, but due to traffic you’d most likely want to stay the night.

Palm Springs (same kind of deal, although I’ve done it as a day trip)

If there’s anything I left out that you want to know about, please shoot me a message and I’ll add it! If you spot any errors, please also let me know. This is based mostly on my knowledge/experience of living in LA, but I did some additional research for stuff I wasn’t sure about or just needed a little more detail on (shout out to @swiftiesisters14 for her help!)

The geography might be a little generalized and I left out a LOT of the city, mostly because I just don’t think anyone wants to read a twenty-page paper on LA neighborhoods. If you want any additional details on a certain area/topic feel free to shoot me a message and I’ll do my best to help.

In general, if you ever have questions about LA while writing fic, I am happy to answer to them (if I can).

#911 fic writing reference #911 fic writers guide to LA #i actually had so much fun putting this together #no idea if any of it is remotely helpful but hey now you know a little more about LA

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