#ruby matthews x y/n

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“i dunno. sometimes i just... feel things when you’re around.”

“sometimes you’re not annoying.”

“maybe i don’t wanna be just friends with you.”

Ruby Matthews

“i dunno. sometimes i just... feel things when you’re around.”

“sometimes you’re not annoying.”

“maybe i don’t wanna be just friends with you.”

There were many things Ruby would never admit. Like how she'd been bullied as a child or how she sometimes struggled with helping her dad while her mom worked or the fact she never invited anyone over to her house cause she feared being ridiculed. Or, worst of all, how much she enjoyed spending time with Maeve Wiley's twin brother, (Y/N) Wiley.

They should've hated each other, hell, at one point they despised each other. But then they were forced to partner for a school project and it was history from then on. (Y/N) Wiley was everything Ruby should've hated. He was reckless, careless, irritating, poor. Trailer trash at its core and it disgusted Ruby. Until she got to see the compassionate, caring, and nurturing side of him that destroyed the image she'd conjured of him through the years.

It was why, despite the rules she made for herself over the years as Queen Bee of Moordale, she allowed (Y/N) to follow her home. To her small, one-story house on Carlton Close. Her house was underwhelming, she knew it well. Her friend's all had nice big two-story houses that she often frequented and envied. But when she looked at (Y/N), she only saw his typical expression. Not a hint of disgust, smugness, or even malice in his eyes.

"I live in a trailer, Rubes." He reminded her when he noticed her softened expression. She nodded, silently, and unlocked the front door. All she had to do was pray her dad wouldn't-

"Rubes, is that you?" Roland called out from deeper in the house and Ruby winced when she stepped into the hallway in his robe, a plain shirt with a stain on it, and his equally stained sweatpants. He blinked at the sight of (Y/N) and then a teasing smile slowly spread across his face.

"Hey." (Y/N) greeted, lazy grin ever present.

"Let me guess... you must be (Y/N). Boy, I've heard so much about-"

"Okay!" Ruby nearly shouted and sent her snickering father a scathing glare before ushering (Y/N) into her pink-colored bedroom to avoid her father embarrassing her further. She closed the door behind her and groaned quietly, feeling the tips of her ears heat up.

"Is this Baby?" (Y/N) asked and when she turned, she spotted him crouched down by the bed. Baby's tail wagged furiously, her fluffy tiny body wiggling along with it. The chihuahua lapped at his fingers and with confirmation he wouldn't be getting bit, (Y/N) scooped her up into his arms and plopped down on the bed.

"You didn't come here to cuddle with my dog, (Y/N). You said you'd help me with homework." Ruby huffed softly, trying to ignore how her heartstrings tugged at the sight of her beloved pet accepting (Y/N) so easily.

"And cuddle with your dog." He grinned at her and Ruby rolled her eyes, setting her purse aside on her vanity and shedding her coat. She took a seat on the bed and kicked off her shoes before tucking her legs underneath her. Her eyes remained locked on the gentle way (Y/N) handled Baby and a small smile appeared on her glossy pink lips.

"(Y/N)..." She began quietly, manicured nails picking at one of her fluffy pillows. When she'd gone to Otis for advice, he told her- after getting over his stunned silence- to be honest. "Can I... tell you something?"

"Sure." (Y/N) eyed her curiously and shifted to face her, delicately setting Baby down on his lap and letting her curl up on his thighs. Ruby inhaled deeply and his brows knitted, a mixture of concern and suspicion seeping onto his face.

“Sometimes you’re not annoying.” She stated and his brows raised, a soft snort leaving him. His fingers raked through Baby's fur, head tilting ever so slightly as his lips curled into an amused smile.

"Thanks?"

“I-I don't know. Sometimes I just... feel things when you’re around.” Ruby pushed out, uncertainty laced in her voice. She wasn't an emotional person. She never allowed herself to be vulenrable, even around Olivia and Anwar. She'd experienced betrayal and humiliation at the hands of the first and last person she let herself be vulenrable with. But with (Y/N), it felt different. Safer.

"You mean... the Ruby Matthews... is feeling human emotions? I'm shocked, truly. I really am-" (Y/N) ducked his head, laughter falling from his lips as Ruby swatted at his arm and clicked her tongue.

"I'm being serious, (Y/N)!" She huffed again and (Y/N) giggled, cradling the sleepy chihuahua close to his chest. He gently set Baby aside on a pile of blankets, watching her melt into the fabric and doze off.

"Okay, well, obviously you're feeling things, Rubes. Don't you feel things with Olivia and Anwar? It's called enjoying someone's company."

"That's not- It's not the same feelings. You're like... the complete opposite of them. I-I like talking to you. I feel like I can talk to you. You're honest. You're not afraid of me." Ruby explained, internally wishing Otis had just told her exactly what to say instead of being so vague. Being honest? When had that ever done her any favors?

"As much as it pains me to say this, Rubes... it's because we're friends. You might even be my closest friend." (Y/N) reached out and let his fingers brush along her tan arm. Ruby's heart fluttered and she pressed her lips together, summoning the confidence she knew she had.

“Maybe I don’t wanna be just friends with you.” She revealed quietly and his fingers stilled, eyes snapping up to meet hers. "Maybe... maybe I want to go on dates with you and- and hold your hand when we walk into school. Maybe I don't want to keep this a secret from Maeve and my friends. Maybe I want to kiss you and hug you and sleep with you. Maybe I want to be... your girlfriend."

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𓅨 The Cold is Never Violent: Chapter Six

The Cold is Never Violent: You were determined to help Morpheus get his tools back, so you willingly followed him to hell. Hell was not supposed to be this cold. Lucifer has something up their sleeve, making you stay the night in hell before the Oldest Game, and it does not bode well for you.

Warnings: I did Edit but it’s like 2 in the morning so…

To Note: Morpheus/Dream x AFAB!Reader, Pour Vous @melancholypancakes 😘

Word Count: ~3.6k

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Morpheus and Matthew had left to retrieve the ruby, leaving Lucienne to putter around the library and question the motive and actions of her lord. Surely he was smarter than this! Morpheus, in his great endeavor to protect you, his love, had managed to hurt you deeply and most likely hadn’t even realized it! Even after a few days of Morpheus being gone, Lucienne hadn’t seen you return from leaving for the brother’s houses.

You had said that you needed time away from the palace, and while Lucienne was reluctant to let out wander away from the safety of the palace she couldn’t fault you from wanting away from the place Morpheus had kept you in for nearly four days straight. But you hadn’t come back, and no word had come from the brothers regarding you staying over. To be frank the librarian was concerned for you. Putting away a few new books, Lucienne was alerted to the arrival of her lord and turned in place. Morpheus did not hold the ruby necklace within his hand, but the air around him shimmered with immense power.

“My lord,” Lucienne greeted as Matthew fluttered over and landed on the nearby table. “I see that you were successful in retrieving your ruby.”

“To a point,” Morpheus replied, stopping by the table and focusing on his power to fully return the library to its former glory. “John Dee defiled the gem and it’s ultimate destruction returned my power to me.” Lucienne frowned at the thought of a mortal defiling such a reverent and important piece of the Dreaming… but the shift and shivers of the library took her attention.

In a matter of seconds the library was back to its regal state, pristine wood and polished floors. The librarian sighed in happiness at her domain finally returning to its formal glory. Just as the library shifted back to its normal state, the rest of the palace quickly shifted and groaned as it rebuilt itself.

“Regarding the affairs of the realm, it should return to normal within the next day as Fiddler’s Green has returned. What is the status of the census?” Morpheus questioned, half his conscious focused on rebuilding his realm. There was so much to do.

“It is nearly complete, just a few remaining denizens unaccounted for but that is to be expected.” Lucienne informed the Dream Lord, retrieving the long list of names and placing it down on the table.

“And Y/N? Have they caused any trouble while I was gone.” Morpheus glanced around, expecting you to pop out from behind a book shelf and argue about why he had left you behind. You were no where to be seen.

“Y/N left the palace several days ago to visit the brothers,” Lucienne explained, adjusting her spectacles. “They have not, however, returned.”

Morpheus was too distracted by tasks that need doing to contemplate your unusual and slightly concerning action of leaving. You were out of the way and safe within his realm. He’d deal with you later.

The entire Dreaming was glowing with Endless power once more, its residents returned home and town bustling with activity as old. Morpheus felt at home once more, surrounded by his denizens and creations. But as Morpheus sat upon his throne he felt something within his being alert him that something was wrong. What? He did not know but the feeling persisted just below the skin of his physical form.

Drumming his fingers on the arm rests of his throne, the itch to find out what was wrong persisted to the point where he could no longer sit there and wonder. Pushing himself to his feet, Morpheus strode down the stairs and strode towards the gardens. There was a missing piece to his realm, perhaps that was what bothered him.

You.

You were still absent, days after Morpheus had returned and there had been no mischief or questions from you. It was… unsettling. So he strode for the gardens determined to hunt you down and remove this uncomfortable feeling. Surely being in your presence alone would make the Endless feel better. He needed your comforting warmth and embrace.

Exiting the palace, Morpheus caught sight of Mervyn lumbering through the gardens carrying a bucket and trowel. The pumpkin headed janitor caught sight of his lord walking straight for him and already knew what he was going to inquire. So he paused in step and thought about how to tell Morpheus that you’d left the palace and hadn’t come back, and no one really knew where you were.

“Evening sir,” Mervyn grunted out.

“Tell me, Mervyn, do you know the whereabouts of Y/N? They are partial to your company and I have yet to see them prancing through our halls since my return.” Morpheus questioned, observing his janitor. Mervyn shrugged his wooden shoulders. “Surely they have returned to their mischief and merrymaking…’

“Haven’t seen ‘em, sir,” He spoke before rubbing the back of his pumpkin head. “Actually they’ve been kind of awol since you left to retrieve your ruby. Been really weird not having them around… Don’t know where they went, been awfully quiet ‘round here.”

Morpheus wasn’t pleased to hear that and walked swiftly away to find someone else to ask for your whereabouts. But the kitchen staff hadn’t prepared you any meals since he’d been gone, the servants who took care of your wing reported that you hadn’t slept in your bed in three nights, and the dragon that guarded the entrance to the palace reported that you indeed hadn’t come back since you departed.

“Sir, I’m really worried about where Y/N went,” Matthew spoke after Morpheus had spoken with yet another palace staff member who hadn’t seen you around. “This isn’t like them! They love the palace and being near the library, they wouldn’t just up and disappear like this!”

Morpheus concurred with a troubled frown. Matthew fluttered to the floor in front of the Dream Lord and looked up.

“I don’t think they’re recovered from whatever happened in hell, sir,” Matthew bravely said. “You— you need to find them and make sure they’re okay.”

After speaking with Lucienne, Morpheus made his way to the brother’s houses. Lucienne had told him that you had planned to head there and hopefully you were still there. Had softly spoken about a poor mood or such. As he traveled to the brothers houses, Morpheus contemplated what was wrong with you. He had done his very best to ensure that you were safe and out of harms way since returning from hell. You had been in a vulnerable state, had nearly died, Morpheus wouldn’t even entertain the idea that you would put yourself at risk again. He had been so weak at the start of your relationship, you had been the one doing the protecting. Morpheus vowed to never let anything happen to you ever again now that he was himself once more.

Approaching the joined houses, Morpheus saw that Cain was digging a hole and Abel was playing with Goldie.

“Ah,” Abel spoke, catching sight of the approaching Dream Lord. A wide smile appeared on his face. “What brings you by, sir?”

“Y/N,” Morpheus stated, scanning the grounds for your presence in hopes that you’d pop out of nowhere and put his worries to rest. “I am in search of them.”

“Oh, they were here several days ago, spent the night,” Abel said helpfully before frowning. “They left for Fiddler’s Green on the morn’ and never came back. I thought they went back to the palace…”

Morpheus’ mood darkened and his worry grew more severe. Something was wrong.

“Sir? Is everything alright?” Abel broached, noticing the change in mood in Morpheus. Morpheus blinked and drew himself from his thoughts to address Abel.

“Y/N is missing and I am attempting to track them down.” The Endless explained. “You said they left for Fiddler’s Green? Perhaps he knows where they went.” Abel nodded and pet Goldie on the back.

“If they show up I’ll send word to the palace. It’s not like Y/N to just go missing.” Morpheus nodded, further hiding his growing upset and turned around. Fiddler’s Green wasn’t too far to walk and striding through the lush green forest. Morpheus didn’t need to broach conversation before the Arcana’s disembodied voice floated through the air.

“They aren’t here,” Morpheus paused in step. If you weren’t in Fiddler’s Green, where could you have gone? You weren’t at the palace, not at the brothers, certainly not in town… yet Morpheus could just barely feel the flicker of your mortal being within his realm. He’d never felt your life force so faint before. Something was terribly wrong.

“Do you know where they are? I can barely sense them and fear that something must have happened.” Morpheus questioned, looking up to the blue sky.

“The northern mountains,” Fiddler’s Green explained. “They came to me asking about the coldest place in all of the Dreaming. I do not understand why they would wish to go there, it is not suitable for them. They will surely be far too cold.” The feeling of apprehension within Morpheus turned into panic and dread.

You wished he had just let you die of hypothermia. Hugging your knees to your chest, you sniffed and pressed your damp eyes against your knees. Morpheus didn’t want your help? After all this time? You thought— you thought that had been what brought you together! But now it seemed that you were nothing but a pest to the Endless! It had been foolish of you to start thinking about what it would be like to be in a romantic relationship with Morpheus. Then you had to go and fall in love with him.

“Don’t be even stupider than you already have been, Y/N,” You whispered to yourself. Morpheus had saved you because he couldn’t afford to let Lucifer think that his people were easy pickings. You might not be one of his people but you had been with him at the time. Obligation, not because he cared for you. Not because he— You ground your palms into your eyes and choked back a sob. You couldn’t even say the word! “I’m so stupid.”

Nothing made sense anymore and you were miserable and alone. What you would give to feel that blissful cold again. You opened your eyes. The Dreaming had all sorts of climates, surely there would be somewhere cold that you could go. If you went there you could numb yourself to your hurt. Numb yourself to Morpheus and his obvious annoyance of you. Unfolding your stiff body, you furiously wiped your eyes before exiting your borrowed room at Abel’s house. He and Cain were in the kitchen, having a spot of tea while Goldie munched on a biscuit.

“Oh! Y/N, you’re just in time for tea!” Abel chirped happily while Cain looked over his newspaper. You looked tired and your eyes were stained red.

“Abel made your favorite cookies,” The older brother added, hoping to cheer you up from the slump you seemed to be in. You shook your head and shuffled for the door.

“‘M headed out to Fiddler’s Green,” You announced to them. “Thanks for letting me stay here, I needed a break from the palace.” Abel’s face fell at your departure, for he knew that something was bothering you. But you were within your right to keep your secrets. At least you were heading out to Fiddler’s Green. The fresh air and beautiful nature would surely help you!

“You drop by again, anytime,” Cain called as you exited the cottage. You didn’t reply but gave him a short nod before closing the door behind you. Trudging along, you peered over the stone bridge at the little creek that crossed in front of the brother’s houses and admired the clarity of the water. Everything in the Dreaming had its place, was incredibly beautiful, functioned as it should. Everything but you.

You were out of place, a mortal, and it’s ruler was currently treating you like you had contracted the plague. As desperately as you wanted to, you simply did not belong in the dreaming. Hugging your arms around your body, you entered Fiddler’s Green and walked a little ways just to enjoy the sounds of birds and the explosive green around you.

“Fiddler’s Green?” You finally asked, hoping the Arcana would be inclined to help you. There was a rustle of trees and the entity answered.

“Hello, Y/N,” You sighed in relief, not everyone was ignoring you.

“You know the Dreaming the best,” You started, your eyebrows furrowing in thought. “Where’s the coldest place? The mountains?” The Arcana wondered why you would want to know such information but helpfully answered your question, explaining that the coldest place in the entire Dreaming was a midpoint in the mountains where Dreams and Nightmares that loved the freezing cold resided. There weren’t many, but just enough that a habitat existed for them.

After directing you to a coldest steppe, Fiddle’s Green watched as you swiftly walked yourself from his being towards the mountain, not once thinking that you had anything else but sightseeing on your mind.

Ice crystals had gathered on your lashes from where you lay partially on your side with your back flat against cold rock and snow. When you had reached the base of the mountain, you had started to pull pieces of clothing off your body. First your jacket went, you’d relished the bitter nip the slight breeze caused. But it hadn’t been enough. So you removed your sweater. Still too warm. One by one you left your shoes and socks behind, wandering up the mountain with increasingly chilled skin.

Unlike in hell, this cold soothed the ache in your heart and stole the thoughts of pain from your mind, numbing you to everything around you. By the time you had reached the steppe Fiddle’s Green had told you about, you couldn’t feel your toes and your skin was ice. You were tired, wanted to lay down and nap. So that’s what you had done.

Curled up on the ground, back flat so you could watch little clumps of snow drift down from the sky, you basked in numbness once more. Even as the bitter cold settled into your body, stealing what little body heat you had left, the Dreaming itself was struggling to stop the warmth from leaving your body. Its task was to keep this location at a certain temperature, it could not change that, but you were going to die if you did not find warmth again. So the realm did what is could to simply slow the inevitable unless someone came for you. Without words it was, but the realm was not without communication to its creator.

Feeling a ripple within his realm, Morpheus was altered to the call of his realm, beckoning him to a section of the mountains where the frost fiends and creations resided. The coldest place in all the realm. Surely you would’t be this foolish! In a swirl of sand Morpheus teleported himself and Matthew to the edge of the steppe. He could feel your life force a little stronger now, but it was still so faint. Matthew let out a caw and dove forwards, dropping down to frosted ground to peck at your jacket.

“This is theirs!” The raven cried out, tiny black eyes looking further up the trail. He could see more of your clothes. “You don’t think they did this on purpose… do you?”

Morpheus didn’t reply, he simply stood forward at the increased pace. The further he and Matthew went, the more clothing items strewn on the ground they crossed the more concerned both beings became. Especially when Morpheus spotted your pants and shirt strew on an embankment of snow. You were almost naked and in this weather!? What were you doing with your being?? Rather than continuing to hurriedly walk, Morpheus disintegrated to sand and flew towards your rapidly fading presence. What he found shouldn’t have surprised him, but it sure sent him into a spiraling panic.

You were laying on your back, legs curled at the side and staring vacantly at the falling clumps of pristine dream snow. Your skin was practically blue, and Morpheus couldn’t even comprehend how your flesh had managed to turn that color given your natural complexion. But what caused the most dread and brewed the worst fears in the Endless was how you appeared to hardly even breathe. From behind, Matthew let out an alarmed squawk. Morpheus was acting before the raven could even exclaim a verbal surprise.

Materializing, the dream lord was instantly kneeling down and gathering your shivering body to wrap you firmly within his star laden coat. With you promptly bundled up, he took a half step in place, transporting himself and you to the safety of his palace and the warmth of your wing. He placed you on your bed before quickly removing his clothing. He was not going to los you to stubbornness in his own realm! So Morpheus joined you, whisking away the remaining cloth that barely covered your skin and cradled you tightly within his arms, willing all the warmth he and his realm had back into you.

For nearly a minute the Endless feared that you would succumb to the cold and he would lose you forever… but then you shifted within his arms and let out a small moan. The peaceful cold you had been basking in, had been indulging and succumbing to, was gone!

“No,” You faintly moaned to yourself, willing your mind to retreat back into that solace in which your heart and being didn’t have to feel so hurt. “No,”

“Yes,” Morpheus objected, pressing his face into the crown of your hair handholding you tighter in fear that you would squirm away and slip back into that deathly catatonia. “You will warm up and explain this to me, Y/N. You were but mere minutes from hearing the wings of my sister. You nearly succumbed to the violent cold in hell, why would you purposefully subject yourself to it within my realm!?”

“The cold is never violent,” Your pale lips whispered out, slurring the syllables slightly. “It is peaceful, and doesn’t hurt, and takes away the hurt. I was hurting so much, but not anymore…”

“This is killing you,” Morpheus ground out, hugging you tighter and drawing a hand across your frigid back. How could you possibly be this cold? 

“I just want to sleep,” You sighed out, eyelashes fluttered as the drawl of soothing bliss and a pain free future tempted you once more. “Sleep, numb, so nice...” This time Morpheus raised his hand to grip your chin and pull your head back, making you grunt and blink.

“You are not allowed to fall asleep, Y/N. I forbid it,” He sternly decreed.

“Why do you care?” The words slipped from your lips as you looked into the fuzzy face of the one being that had managed to wound your heart like no other. You hated how the blissful numbness that had taken shelter within your heart was slowly disappearing. It was staring to hurt again. “You don’t want me, you don’t need me, you don’t lo—”

“Stop,” Morpheus hoarsely spoke, almost not believing the words tumbling from your mouth. What were you speaking of!? You were the very being that Morpheus felt like he could no live without! He wanted you, he needed you, he loved you with every grain of sand his anthropomorphic being had! “Why? Why would you do this to me? To the realm!? It was trying so hard to keep you from—” His words fizzled out to nothingness, lost to the sounds of your shivers and chattering teeth.

“You said you didn’t need my help,” You stated. “You avoided me until I forced your hand, and— and— it hurts so much to think that you don’t even consider me as a subject let alone a friend. I just wanted to stop hurting, stop feeling…. the cold, the numbness, it felt so nice. It took away my pain. I wanted that back.”

Morpheus felt as if his universe was crashing down around him. You believed that he did not wish for your presence within his realm? You believe that he thought so little of you that you were not worthy of commanding hand of his palace? You believe that he did not love you?? For a few moments the Endless nearly turned into a swirling storm of depressive and morosful sand, the sting of heartbreak almost running rampant. But then the being remembered that this wasn’t you rejecting him and his undying love, you simply believed he did not love and revere you.

“Do you know why I did not wrap you up in my coat?” He asked, resting his forehead against your own so you had to look into his eyes. You drowsily blinked at him but made no attempt to close your eyes or ignore his question. “I’d forgotten how much I enjoy the intimacy of embracing the one I care for most deeply. I crave your touch, Y/N. You are my fragile beloved treasure and I would be inconsolable should anything ever happen to you. I have not pursued a mortal in 10,000 years and I fear that I shall repeat my past mistakes.”

His softly spoken words, filled with sincerity, filled your mind until you forgot about your shivers, forgot about your heartache, forgot about the peaceful cold you had so stubbornly sought. Eyelashes fluttering as you started fighting against the drowsiness that filled your body, you let out a moan and slumped in place. You nearly killed yourself over a misunderstanding and an Endless with poor emotional intelligence.

“I beginning to think that we might have communication issues.”

Date Published: 12/28/23

Last Edit: 12/28/23

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best night ever // v.h.

a/n contrary to what you might think reading this, this isn’t a 1950s au. i’m just a whore for diner culture. n e ways, i hope you all enjoy this one. it’s got a bit of a sad start but i think you guys will be pleased with the ending (or at least i hope so). AND i am so happy to be posting again. i felt like i was neglecting you guys for a min there, but i’m here n i can’t wait to post more n see what my mutuals post n yada yada... now back to our regularly scheduled program :))))

vinnie hacker x fem!reader 

Word Count: 1.6k, edited

WARNING: language, y/n being stood up, and i think that’s all.

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"Hey kid, you ready to order now?"

Y/n pursed her lips, taking her eyes off the half-empty milkshake to look up at the smiling waitress. "No, not yet. Still waiting on someone." She replied, giving the waitress a weak grin. The older woman nodded, sending the teenage girl an apologetic look before moving over to the next booth.

It wasn’t the first time she’d gotten that look tonight. She got it from the elderly couple a few tables down, one from the cook behind the diner counter, and another from a kid dressed as Cinderella—which hurt the most out of all of them.

The more time passed, the more she felt like an idiot; an idiot for believing someone like Ryan Sanchez would even be interested in her. He was Mr. Popular, a star baseball player. Hell, he drove a Porsche, for crying out loud. He was way out of Y/n’s league, and regardless of whether or not he was the one to ask her out, she was a fool for even thinking he was serious.

Glancing down at her phone screen, Y/n felt a pang in her heart as she looked at the time. It had now been an hour, and it was clear that Ryan wasn’t coming. She started contemplating if she should leave or if she should stay. If she left, maybe she’d still have a little bit of dignity left. But if she stayed, she might be able to get a free meal if someone felt bad enough. In the end, she decided that leaving would be the best option. She just needed to keep her head high and wait until she got into the car to start crying.

Waving her hand frantically in the air, the waitress acknowledged her, mouthing, "one minute" before she continued taking orders for the family of four.

While waiting, Y/n listened to the sweet melody of Billie Holiday’s "Easy Livin’" mixed with the dings from the bell of the diner entrance. Since she was fairly close to it, she watched as people passed in and out, all wearing giddy expressions. That’s what Freckles’ Diner will do to you. Some of the locals call it "magic," but it was just a rumor. However, rumor or not, Y/n wasn’t feeling it at all.

With her eyes still on the entrance, one stranger in particular caught her attention. She didn’t catch his face since he was quick in moving up to the counter, but there was something about him that felt familiar. Was it the lengthy locks or curls peeking out from under his hat? Could it be his well-sculpted back that showed from his form-fitting black t-shirt? It wasn’t until her eyes landed on the guy’s snake tattoo that she realized this wasn’t just any guy.

"Vinnie?"

The boy turned around, and his face lit up the second he laid eyes on her. "Hey, Y/n!"

Vinnie and Y/n were quite the pair. The two had grown up together, their moms being childhood friends and whatnot. Contrary to what most believed, their relationship was merely platonic. Well, except for that one time when they gave each other their first kiss. Then there was that time when Y/n developed a light crush on him after he walked her home when the cops came and ruined Sally Matthews’ rager of a party. But that’s just what friends do, right?

"What are you doing here?" She laughed, watching as he sat down across from her in the ruby red booth. "You picking up something for the fam?"

"Nah, I had been craving chicken tenders all day and decided to stop by and pick some up on my way home from work." He then nodded towards Y/n. "What about you? What brings you here on this fine Friday night?"

As much as Y/n didn’t want to share with him the fact that she’d been stood up, he was her best friend. He’d find out sooner or later. "I’m on a date. Well, at least I’m supposed to be on a date, but I think the other person would have to be here in order for it to be considered as such."

"Wait, you’re joking." Vinnie gasped. "Don’t tell me you got stood up. By who?"

"Your teammate," answered Y/n.

"Was it Jeffery?"

Y/n shook her head.

"Nick?"

Once again, Y/n shook her head.

"What about Tyler? He’s a bit of a dumbass, so it wouldn’t surprise me if he forgot."

"No," Y/n replied. "It wasn’t Jeffery, or Nick, or Tyler. It was Ryan."

"Ryan Sanchez?" Vinnie nearly gagged while saying his name. "You were supposed to be on a date with that dickwad?"

Y/n agreed. "Yes, but obviously he didn’t show up."

"That’s because he’s with Angel."

"Wait huh? What are you talking about?"

"Yeah, he told us after practice that he was going over to Angel’s house to hang out. He didn’t say anything to us about going on a date or anything." Vinnie explained.

Y/n felt her heart sink even lower. Now, Ryan did say he’d be a few minutes late, but he never mentioned why. While she wanted an explanation, Y/n felt it best not to pry in case it was something serious. But to find out he was with some other girl while she was sitting here waiting on his ass, made her feel so much more pathetic.

She threw her head back and let out a loud groan. "This night just keeps getting better and better. I swear I’m such a fucking idiot."

"What? How are you an idiot?"

"I’m the idiot because I thought I actually had a chance with him," Y/n said. "I spent an entire hour trying to figure out what to wear, doing my makeup, and hyping myself up just for this to be the worst night of my entire life."

Just as Vinnie was about to respond, the waitress came wandering up to the table. "Are you ready for the check now, kid?"

"Ye—"

"Actually, can we get another strawberry milkshake? Also, I would like a basket of chicken fingers with extra fries." Vinnie ordered. He paused for a moment and looked over at Y/n. "And for her, the classic bacon cheeseburger, well-done with no pickles and extra bacon."

Y/n sat there both in shock and confused. "What the hell is he doing?" she thought to herself.

"Will that be all," questioned the waitress.

"Yes ma’am."

The waitress slipped her pen into her apron pocket and went on to give the cook the order. The second she left, Y/n looked over at Vinnie. "Why’d you do that, Vin? I was about to take the check."

"Because you deserve better, Y/n."

The girl bit back the urge to smile, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks. "You’re my best friend. You’re forced to say that."

"But I truly mean it," he replied. "You shouldn’t feel like an idiot because some asshole decided to go get his dick wet. If anything, he’s the idiot. He’s the one who missed out on a date with the most amazing, most beautiful, and most caring girl in the world."

At this point, Y/n was so hot in the face that her cheek could melt an igloo. Something about Vinnie’s words just plucked all the right strings. She didn’t know if it was because he was her best friend or if it was her feelings playing tricks on her, but whatever it was, it completely rid her of all the hurt she had felt moments prior.

"Vinnie, I—"

"Shush." He laughed, reaching over and taking her hands into his. "Look, it’s alright if you don’t want to stay. You can take the burger and go, I won’t be mad. But I would like you to stay. I just wanna fix what that asshole broke. I wanna give you the best night of your life if you’ll let me."

Y/n let out a soft sigh as she allowed herself to smile. "Okay."

"For real?" Vinnie nearly leaped out of the booth.

"For real."

With that, the pair sat and chatted, talking about everything from school to family life and even delving into topics like manatees and other sea critters. And as they sat there, enjoying themselves, Y/n couldn’t help but think about how this night would’ve gone if Ryan had shown up. Would she be this happy? Would she be laughing this much? Would her heart be beating at a ridiculous speed? The answer was no, none of that would’ve happened because Ryan is just a placeholder. He’s the guy you giggle about with your friends, the one before the one. He’s not someone you stick with for the long run. Now Vinnie…Vinnie was more than that. He’s the guy you take home to meet your parents, the one you take cute prom pics with, the ideal high school sweetheart. And as Y/n listened to him go on and on about his dog, Poncho, she couldn’t help but envision a future with him. He was more than just the one. He was forever.

It was nearing ten when the teenagers stumbled out of Freckles, both hysterical from the joke Vinnie had just said.

"You’re hilarious," Y/n chuckled, wiping away a stray tear. "I, uh, I had fun tonight. Thank you for this, really. It means more to me than you know."

"No problem. I’m just happy to see a smile on your face."

As the two awkwardly stood there, Y/n jingled her keys in the air. "I should probably get going. I know my mom is going to want to hear all about how my date went tonight."

"Cool, cool. Tell her I said ‘hi.’"

"I will, and make sure you send my greetings over to the other Hackers too."

"For sure." He smiled. "Maybe, um, we could do this again? Maybe Monday after school?"

"Yeah, I’d like that."

"Cool, well…I’ll see you."

"See you."

As Y/n hurried to her car, she couldn’t help but look behind her, finding Vinnie violently fist pumping the air.

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#vinnie #Vinnie Vincent #vinnie imagine #vinnie x reader #vinnie hacker #vinnie hacker imagine #vinnie hacker imagines #vinnie hacker x reader #vinnie hacker x y/n #vinnie hacker x you #vincent hacker #vhackerr #tiktok imagine

[darkened-writer]

Suspirium Into Stupor─| 01

summary || ❝He watched you go, blinking in realization and revelation. He watched you with a look of yearning. But he couldn’t stay here, he had a journey ahead, one you couldn’t join him on.❞

pairing || Morpheus x Fem!Reader

word count || 2,756

warnings || SPOILERS FOR EPISODE 3??? 

notes || This fic has been the main one I have been planning since the first episode, and it will follow the events of each episode! So, I hope you enjoy!

P.S. I made a Pinterest board and Spotify Playlist for this fic, just for the visuals and overall vibe of the series! Enjoy that as well!

“My first question… I had a leather pouch, filled with sand. Where is it?”

“It was sold, In London, last purchased by a magic user called “Johanna Constantine”.”

“Constantine? I knew a Constantine. But that was three-hundred years ago. You said last purchased; does she still have the sand?”

“Dream… You know better than that. You get one question, one answer.”

“My apologies…”

Dreaded rain pelted down upon the windowsill, the refractions of the light from the streetlamps created an odd, orangey ambiance inside of the two-bedroom apartment; the TV in the front room was still buzzing with life, playing a late night gameshow on a low volume. Two pizza boxes adorned the coffee table, a couple of empty beer cans crushed and thrown next to the boxes. 

Johanna Constantine was draped upon the couch with her legs intertwined with her best-friends, mouth hung slightly open in her slumber until awoken by the alarm on her phone playing a jingle, bright notes making the woman groan with annoyance. She never was a morning person, but she had to get to work. She sat up, grabbing her shoes from under the coffee table and seemingly slipping them onto her feet, lacing them with a satisfied grumble.

“You have work this early, Jo…?”

“Y/N, you could’ve kept sleepin’.”

Johanna looked decent for having woken up early in the morning, however Y/N looked a bit worse for wear, hair poking in all manner of direction, and the hem of her shirt riding up her stomach.

“You wake up, I wake up, it’s a fair deal.”

While Y/N spoke, Johanna grabbed her pure white coat, slipping it over her black turtleneck, and buttoning it up. 

“My sleep schedule is dog shit as of now anyways… so getting up with you won’t hurt a bit.”

This aroused a chuckle from the Constantine, her boots clicking on the wooden floor as she made her way over to her well-exhausted friend and planted a gentle kiss on her forehead, noting the warmth of her face from shoving it into the couch.

“I’ll be back later—I’ll get you a latte and a pastry from the shop if I have the time.”

“Little Nina’s shop on ninth?”

“You bet.”

“God bless you, my angel Constantine!”

“Love you too!”

And, with a shut of the door, Johanna was gone, and Y/N was left to her devices. The feeling of needing to sleep creeping up on her. But a feeling in her gut told her that she should stay up, that Joanna may need her, so she kept her eyes open and on the TV.

When Johanna finally arrived back to your shared apartment, she seemed a tad stressed but still had her hands full, holding a cupholder that had two lattes and two pastries. She spoke of how she expelled a demon from the man the Princess was going to marry, neglecting to mention the tall and mysterious fellow with a voice that imprinted into her eardrums. Dream of the Endless, whom she’d have to track down his sand to appease him in his desperation for his tools. Helm, Sand, and his precious ruby, all on his mind as he had lost track of Johanna, being conveniently distracted by the Raven, “Matthew”. But Johanna just wanted to sleep, and knowing that Johanna was safe, you chose to sleep along with her, cuddling like two bear cubs in a shallow cave after finishing your lattes and delicious pastries. 

You dreamt of green, the long grass caressing your calves, the sun beating down on your head and rolling down your shoulders. And, most of all, you dreamt of the trees, that stretching taller, and taller, hugging your frame with the branches and leaves. You truly felt the peace and euphoria that comes with being one with the Earth, with no limits and no expectations. The sound of a waterfall graced your ears, subtle but noticeable as you eventually crossed enough foliage to see it. It sparkled along with the sun beams, rushing down and crashing into the rocks beneath it, brutal beauty.

“Y/N, wake up-...!”

The darkness of the living room greeted your eyes that were just starting to get used to the oasis within your dream, Johanna’s hands grasping your shoulders softly but resolute. But your eyes weren’t on her dark brown ones, but the star-crossed ones of the man behind her. He loomed, trench coat almost as dark as his aura, and yet his skin complimented it all. Pale and chalky looking from the distance between you both. His hair was sparse and wild, framing his face perfectly, the man was sublime.

“Help me look in my office, would you? For a pouch of sand…— you remember it?”

“Erm…” His eyes were still on you.

“Yes, I remember…”

Rising to your feet, you stretched, bringing your arms above your head and letting out a groan of satisfaction as you followed Johanna to her office, the papers scattered everywhere giving you an odd feeling of comfort as she made a beeline for her desk, fiddling with her many trinkets and papers. The mysterious man trailed behind, standing and watching as you and Johanna both looked in different corners of the office.

“Why do humans love objects so much…?”

His voice came out, airless and stifling, his pronunciation giving him a sense of “wiseness” over just about anyone with “normal” dialect.

“You seem pretty attached to your sand—”

“It’s not just an object, it’s a part of me.”

His words left you pondering who or what he was, keeper of sand and speaking as if humans are foolish. Perhaps a god? Johanna had taught you quite a bit of supernatural knowledge that you wouldn’t doubt if he was an omnipotent being.

“If that's true, how’d you happen to lose it?”

“It was stolen by another magic user called Burgess.”

Johanna perked up, your own head turning towards the two speaking.

“Wait, not Roderick Burgess? The old Demon King himself, eh? Everyone used to say he was a fake. Said he had the Devil locked up in his basement. How the fuck did you…”

A pregnant pause, before it dawned on her, yourself still being left clueless. Johanna and the man both stared at each other as it finally clicked for her.

“Shit. Wasn’t the Devil he had locked up in his basement, was it?” Just his gaze confirmed that he was the one locked up, and you felt sympathy pulling at your heart.

“Were you down there? All this time?”

His gaze shifted to the side, towards photobooth pictures you knew Johanna never wanted to throw out, of her and her ex-girlfriend. His hand grabbed the picture, pulling it up and out of its “spot”.

“Is this you?”

“Why? Do I look that different? Or younger?”

He paused, considering, “No… Happy”.

Johanna sighed, “Shit. I know where your sand is.”

She turned to you, now grasping the picture and you felt your heart sink immediately.

“You really left this “Sand Pouch” with her? Johanna…”

“I know, I know—… Just, get ready to leave, we’re going to her flat.” She left the office, to likely put on her boots and jacket once again, leaving you in the room with the alluring stranger, his eyes landing on you.

“How do you know Constantine?”

“Best friends, for about six years… question is, how do YOU know her?”

The corner of his lips twitched up a bit, “She had my sand, and now I want it back.”

“Are you some sort of sand god or something…?”

His brows furrowed, “You really weren’t informed? I’m Morpheus, Dream of the Endless.”

A book that Johanna had kept in her office came to mind, the memory of opening up the book and blowing the dust off of the pages, reading the fine print about the various “Endless” and their power. The man in front of you was the Sandman, creator of dreams and nightmares, the “King” of the Dreaming. 

“The tomes of the Endless really didn’t capture your essence well, Dreamlord.”

You brush past him, suddenly remembering that you were going to go with the two, but while your thoughts were centered on leaving, Morpheus was puzzled. Did you really read a history book about him AND his family? Perhaps you were gifted in magic as Constantine was? You did have an aura around you, of someone who could do damage given the circumstances. And, to say that piqued his interest in you and your origins, would be an understatement. 

“Who is she? The woman in the picture.”

The moon was shining upon the three of you, as you were walking in tandem towards the apartment of Rachel Moodie, Johanna’s ex whom she was still hung over on. Having kept many pictures of each other together, it was clear that Johanna missed her.

“Her name’s Rachel, Rachel Moodie.”

“Does she deal in magic as well?” Johanna scoffs.

“God, no. No, she’s actually a decent person. Proper job… nice family. Fuckin’ hated all the magic stuff.”

“And, yet you left the sand with her.”

“No, I did not leave it with her. Sort of left it. And her.”

His expression showed a minimal amount of empathy toward her, yet he seemed to know the feeling of heartbreak. Plenty of past lovers, you’d assume due to being “immortal”.

“I was staying at her place. She interpreted that as us living together, which we weren’t, so, one night, I just went on a job and… never went back.”

“Why?”

“Because it never ends well, does it?”

“What? Love?” Her statement struck a chord for him.

“No. I suppose it doesn’t.”

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but people around me tend to get ripped in half or cast down to hell, except Y/N of course…— But it was safer for her if I left.”

“Did you tell her that?”

“No.” She stops walking, stopping in front of Rachel’s apartment door.

“I suppose I’ll have to now… This is her, or it used to be. It’s been six months. Maybe she might’ve moved house. Please, have moved house-”

Staying stood next to Morpheus, you watched Johanna go to press the buzzer for Rachel’s apartment, pressing it to get clearance to go inside.

“Oh, bollocks.”

There was awkward silence for a bit before she spoke again, “Maybe we’ll get lucky, and she won’t be-”

BUZZ!

“That’s weird. She didn’t even ask who it is. Maybe she’s expecting someone. This could get awkward. More… awkward. You two wait here-”

“I’m coming with you.” You both said it in unison, peering at each other from peripheral vision, and Johanna let a smirk paint on her lips.

“No, neither of you are coming in with me. Do you have any idea how much she probably hates me? Do you have any ex-girlfriends?” 

This caused him to pause, looking down as if remembering something.

“We will not wait long.”

“You won’t have to. She’s gonna slam the door in my face, like I’m about to do to you two… right now.” As quickly as she was stood there talking, she vanished behind the door. Your own shoulders slacking as you walked over to a wall to lean against it. And eventually, rain started to pour from the oily black skies, giving the air an earthy smell similar to wet, freshly cut grass. A raven swooped down from the raining showers and settled in front of Morpheus, before squawking like it was talking. And Morpheus seemed to be listening intently.

“Matthew, I-”

Matthew? The raven had a name?

He peered up after a bit, focused on something other than the present moment as you marveled at the Raven. 

“Matthew? Psttt.. hello…!”

The raven turned to look at you then back at Morpheus, speaking to him as if he could understand, and apparently, he could, a slight smirk twitching at his lips.

“What did that raven tell you?”

“Nothing flattering…”

“Oh.”

Matthew flew away back into the rain and Morpheus went to open the door, your own hand stopping his with a grip on his wrist. He was oddly cold, like the air circulating around you two, almost sending a shiver up your arm.

“We must help Constantine and her ex-lover, follow me, Y/N.”

His tone was neutral and yet you knew to follow him as he guided you to Rachel’s apartment, like he had been here once before. And when he opened the door, sand falling to the floor in the figure of a woman, you knew. Johanna’s heartbroken expression, you knew. 

“Rach.”

“Constantine. Wake up.”

Her trance was broken immediately after he spoke that statement, Morpheus stepping up towards her, gentle and forgiving. 

“What did you do to me?”

“It was the sand.”

“Where’s Rachel?”

All of our expressions darkened, Johanna taking off towards Rachel’s room.

“Rachel? Rach?”

A weak voice spoke out from the silence, the tone was like Rachel was choking on quicksand, throat clogged with each and every grain. 

“Jo? Jo? Is that you?”

Rachel’s face that was once wide, full of life, now looked sucked dry of all that made her shine as a person. Her arms skinny and molded to her bones, shallow chest rising up and down, up and down. And the grey and blue bedding cradled her form like a newborn babe. This visual created a pit in your own stomach, having to see someone you knew suddenly devoid of livelihood.

“That’s such a wonderful dream.” Rachel was groaning in pain, and you knew in your heart that she was probably going to pass, sooner rather than later as Johanna walked carefully and meticulously up to her. Morpheus’s gaze dropped to the lone pouch of sand in Rachel’s loose grasp, and his eyes shone with a brief bit of sadness. 

“What’s happened to her?”

“It was not meant for humans.” He reached for the pouch, grasping it but Rachel began to whine as if the sand was keeping her alive, and tethered to living.

“No, no! No, give it back. Please. It hurts.”

Ripping it from her clutches, he made his way back to the door of the room, without looking at her dying form.

“We can go—”

You and Johanna were both unmoving, “What?”

“What? We can’t go. We can’t leave her like this.”

She was writhing in pain, and the sight made you wince.

“We can’t help her. The sand was the only thing keeping her alive.”

Johanna walked up to Morpheus, obviously confrontational, but you kept your attention on your dying friend, laying a hand onto her frail one in meaningless support. 

“Y/N? You’re here too?”

“Yeah, Rach, of course I am…”

This put a smile on her pale lips.

“Wait outside.”

Morpheus moved past you towards Rachel, and you gave him a small nod in acknowledgement, the two of you watching Johanna kiss Rachel’s head.

“Rach…”

“I’m sorry, Jo. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s my fault. All of it. Should never have left it with you. Should never have left.”

“Well, you came back, though. Didn’t you?”

A kiss on the forehead and Johanna was gone.

“Thank you, Morpheus.”

He stayed silent, his eyes on your back as you left the same way Johanna did. 

Thank you. 

You said thank you.

You could hear him approaching, your arms busy being wrapped around Johanna in comfort, for both her and you. Her gaze was on the rain and yours immediately gravitated to Dream.

“She died in peace. In her sleep.”

“We’ll let her dad know… You know, she was actually a good person. There are a few of them out there, you know. They’re not all like me and Roderick Burgess.”

“You are not Roderick Burgess.”

This gave her a fleeting smile, before she unraveled from your arms to walk towards him. Yourself staying leaning against the ceramic wall, watching the two speak.

“And what’s your friend’s name?”

Matthew way down the corridor and you smiled at the raven.

“His name is Matthew, but he is not my-”

“Look after him, Matthew. He needs it.”

Tossing you an umbrella, she turned and opened hers up to the sky and walked out into the rain.

“Constantine!”

She turned.

“That nightmare won’t trouble you anymore.”

A smile before mouthing, ‘come on’ to you and you yourself turned your gaze to Dream. His eyes boring into you, like planes of stars, a galaxy of stars.

“Your help means plenty, Morpheus. I hope you find all of your tools…”

“Thank you, Y/N… Safe travels.”

“Likewise, Dream lord…”

Similar to Johanna, you opened your umbrella and speed walked to catch up to her, feeling the rain hit your jacket and eyes on your figure. He watched you go, blinking in realization and revelation. He watched you with a look of yearning. But he couldn’t stay here, he had a journey ahead, one you couldn’t join him on.

Thank you, Morpheus.

Thank you, Y/N… Safe travels.

#the sandman #dream x reader #morpheus x reader #dream of the endless #netflix sandman #dream the endless x reader #morpheus x you #xreader #fanfiction

[thethreeeyed-raven]

hi could you do a ruby matthews from sex education x g!p g!p fútbol reader enemies to lovers trope?

Angst to fluff

If so here’s my request: y/n is a new transfer student and has a class with ruby and it was y/n who started their rival/hate for each other on accident. Then as time went on they began to get closer slowly, then at a party y/n drunkly confesses to ruby how much she likes her then ruby says she feels the same but then ruby is too afraid to go public, so y/n agrees to be a secret (you could add smut after if you want up to you!) As time goes on y/n starts to get annoyed because ruby in public starts to treat her crap and acts as if they’re still enemies. So y/n got fed up and confronted Ruby about it in front of the untouchables which Ruby tries to deny everything which leads to y/n saying they’re over and leaves. To which leads to y/n not going to school for a while which worries ruby, so then ruby goes to her house and finds out that y/n moved (for whatever family or financial reason) which causes her to breakdown and stuff. Then after weeks of trying to find y/n she does and then ruby explains why she did what she did then the fluff happens then the end

Im so sorry this request was long😭😭 I’ve just been thinking about it for a while now I just needed to get it off my chest LMAOO

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navigation | warnings : mentions of sex, slight homophobia?, ruby being a bitch, angst | a/n : hopefully you enjoy! (i did. change a few things) | tags : @lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom , @fangsp1der-2099 , @knight-of-flowerss

You weren't sure when you made an enemy of Ruby Matthew's, or when you began to catch feelings for her.

Ruby Matthew's wasn't sure when she made an enemy of you, or when she began to catch feelings for you.

Ruby and You started a secret relationship a few months ago, emphasis on the secret.

It all started when you drunkenly confessed to her at a party, not expecting her to take you into a closet and give u the best fuck you've ever had.

Being in a relationship with Ruby came as a shock to you. At school in front of others, she was mean and spiteful, but when it was just you two...it was different.

Cuddling and kissing was quite frequent, whereas in front of her friends, you were both pretending to hate each other.

But you were getting tired of pretending.

You approached Ruby with confidence, deciding that today you would confront her.

"Ruby."

All three of them turned to look at you, Ruby looking slightly surprised and Olivia and Anwar clearly not trying to hide their disgust.

"What do you want?" Ruby replied brazenly.

"I want to talk." You said as you adjusted the strap of your backpack.

Olivia and Anwar looked at Ruby expectantly.

"About what?"

You rolled your eyes, why was she being so difficult? "You know what. And I'd personally like to do this in private."

"Whatever you have to say, you can say it here." She motioned to her two friends, then crossed her arms.

To say you were angry was an understatement.

"Fine." You stepped closer. "Me and Ruby have been in a relationship for exactly four months, since Otis Milburn's surprisingly alright party, when she took me into a closet and fucked me like she meant it. And I don't want it to be a secret anymore."

You reveled in the sight of Anwar and Olivia's appalled expressions, until your gaze fell on Ruby, who looked crushed. You felt slightly guilty but then you realised she deserved it.

"And now it's over between us."

#sex education x reader #sex ed netflix #sex education #sex ed s4 #sex ed spoilers #sex ed season 4 #sex ed s3 #sex ed s2 #ruby matthews #mimi keene

[blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms]

Secret- Ruby Matthews (2)

Pairing: Ruby Matthews x Reader

Characters: Ruby Matthews

Warnings: N/A

Request: Anon- Hi! Can I please request Ruby Matthews (Sex Education) x reader with the prompts “When are you going to start acting like you care?” Please? Thank you so much! :)

Word Count: 408

Author: Charlotte

You headed to the girl’s bathroom and held your shirt out under the hand dryer whilst also dabbing it with a clump of toilet tissue to try and remove the drink that it had been doused in. Your eyes prickled as tears wanted to fall. Even if it was a secret relationship, you had thought that you and Ruby had been happy, but it hurt you terribly that she didn’t even attempt to stand up for you when her friend was mean to you.

The door to the bathroom opened and you tried to keep your head down and keep at work without anyone paying attention to you.

“Y/N,” you heard the voice you least expected to hear currently.

“I thought you didn’t know who I was,” you spat, still very bitter and pained from you last interaction.

“I’m sorry,” she said softly.

You turned around to show her your tears that you had failed to contain, now freely falling down your cheeks.

“No, you’re not,” you frowned. “I can’t keep hiding. I love you Ruby but I’m not happy being your secret. I know you don’t want to be associate with a social pariah, but you can’t expect me to be forever happy in the shadows.”

She closed her eyes for a second to try and compose herself.

“I have worked so hard to become who I am, I can’t let my social standing tank now. We’ve not got long until we are out of Moordale for good and then it won’t matter.”

“Exactly,” you exclaimed, flailing your arms. “It won’t matter. When are you going to start acting like you care? In a few months none of this will matter, so why should I be miserable?”

Ruby sighed. “You don’t understand.”

“No, Ruby, I don’t understand. I don’t understand how you can claim to love me but want me to feel this way, to let your friends be mean to me in front of you and not do a thing about it. I’m done. Either you figure out a way for us to be together without hiding or find someone who is happy to be your secret, because I’m not going to do it anymore.”

She called out to you as you left the bathroom, going to head to class and hope that you would get the answer you wanted soon but preparing yourself for the heartbreak that was already starting to form inside of you.

#Secret #Part 2 #Request #Anon #Ruby Matthews #Ruby Matthews Imagine #Ruby Matthews One Shot #Sex Education #Sex Education Imagine #Sex Education One Shot #Charlotte

[marvelmusing]

I posted 884 times in 2022

That's 704 more posts than 2021!

553 posts created (63%)

331 posts reblogged (37%)

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I tagged 814 of my posts in 2022

Only 8% of my posts had no tags

#billy russo - 390 posts

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(can you guess who was this year’s hyper-fixation?)

Longest Tag: 111 characters

#this man faces centuries of his people being killed for existing and i’m supposed to be happy when he fails????

(⬆️ of course this is me ranting about Aleksander)

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

His Smile

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Summary: Agent Madani expresses too much interest in your boyfriend for your liking. Billy unknowingly provides you with a reminder that he’s yours.

Word Count: 644

My Masterlist

“Have I done something to you Agent Madani?” She glances up at you briefly before returning her interest to the files in front of her.

“Not that I can recall, why?” You press your lips into a hard line, slipping your hands into your pockets.

“The unthinkable happens. Homeland security runs out of snipers, and you pick a civilian consultant to assist in your op?” She sets her file down, finally meeting your eyes.

“So this is about Mr Russo.”

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702 notes - Posted February 5, 2022

#4

Like Calls to Like

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova x Shadow Summoner!Reader

Summary: After an unsuccessful skiff journey through the Fold, you’re brought before the Black General.

My Masterlist

A prickle of discomfort crawls over your skin as the small group of Grisha stare at you. Their bright, neatly pressed kefta’s are a stark contrast to the remains of the bloodstained First Army uniform you’re wearing. There’s a war table in the centre of the tent, and standing in front of it is the infamous Black General. The Darkling that your mother always warned you about. Because you were a Darkling too.

He turns, and you’re struck by how dark his eyes are. His gaze sweeps over you briefly, though you feel the heat of his eyes, before he glances around the tent.

“Who actually saw what happened?”

You look around the tent as well, waiting for someone to step forward.

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793 notes - Posted May 4, 2022

#3

Fear and Dreams

Pairing: Morpheus x Fear Spirit!Reader (gender neutral)

Summary: Morpheus has reclaimed his sand, and his helm. His ruby has fallen into the hands of a being capable of driving humans to madness. But you’re not what Morpheus expected.

A/N: Phobetor is actually the name of a Greek god but I’ve decided to alter it so that Phobetor’s are beings of fear (like how Erotes are the beings of love)

“So,” Matthew starts, fluttering his wings as he settles in front of Morpheus’ feet. “What now?”

The King of Dreams glances down at him,

“My ruby. It was stolen from a mortal by a Phobetor.”

“Pho-what?”

“A Phobetor.” Morpheus observes the landscape of Hell that surrounds them as he speaks, “Something mankind has often called a Frightener. They are known to filter into the human mind and create terrifying visions.”

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946 notes - Posted September 13, 2022

#2

White Picket Fence

Pairing: Billy Russo x Fem!Reader

Summary: Billy and you have to go undercover as a newly married couple in the suburbs, and you’re certain your house is bugged so it’s 24/7 of you two acting like a married couple.

Warnings [18+]: smut, unprotected sex, breeding kink, little bit of wife kink

A/N: I wrote this very quickly so sorry if there’s loads of mistakes, also there might be some more from this AU at some point??

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“Come on sweetheart, cum around my cock.” Your grip on Billy slips, as your mind goes fuzzy, and you lose yourself to the sensation of Billy fucking hard into you. “Nice and tight so I cum inside you.”

Your body is practically folded in half, with your entire pussy exposed to Billy as he thrusts into you.

“You gonna hold my cum inside you sweetheart? Gonna be a good little wife for me and make sure it takes?”

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1,045 notes - Posted May 12, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Flower Crown

Pairing: Morpheus x GN!Reader

Summary: You spend some quiet time with the Lord of Dreams, and make Morpheus a flower crown.

A/N: this could be seen as a follow up to my other Morpheus fic A New Start

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Out of all the places of beauty in the Dreaming, Morpheus’ throne room is one of your absolute favourites. The glorious colours of the outside sky reflecting through the three large windows that run down the length of the wall behind Morpheus’ throne. The cathedral-like features that give the palace it’s sense of majesty. But your favourite aspect has to be the smooth marble steps which lead to Morpheus’ throne.

You love sitting there during the day, whether that’s with your head buried in a book from Lucienne or just observing the folk from the Dreaming that wish to visit their King.

Morpheus is also particularly fond of the steps, and often joins you. It’s instances such as these that you find yourself longing for, as Morpheus tends to favour the lower steps, meaning that you can admire him without attracting too much attention.

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1,848 notes - Posted September 6, 2022

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[oniria-rpg]

APERTURAS DE LAS RESERVAS

Las reservas se abrirán oficialmente el día 30 (domingo) a las 18:30 hora peninsular española.

Las pautas para las reservas son las siguientes:

Únicamente puede reservarse un arquetipo por usuario.

Algunos arquetipos tienen condiciones especiales. Hay que respetarlas o este podrá ser retirado.

El máximo de reservas de FCs es de dos y de uso propio. No se pueden reservar rostros para búsquedas (en el foro tampoco es viable).

Los rangos que tienen un límite (cinco plazas) son los siguientes: estrategas, constructores y exploradores.

El máximo de diferencia de edad entre el faceclaim y el personaje es de seis años.

Las reservas durarán 96 horas, a partir del momento que se abra el foro, a menos que nos notifiquéis complicaciones, imprevistos, etcétera.

Formulario OBLIGATORIO de reserva:

Nombre del faceclaim + arquetipo + rango — apodo de reserva — contraseña (no la publicaremos)

*Los apartados que no reservéis eliminadlos.

RESERVAS VARIAS

Arquetipos reservados:

El apostador — Nike

El bibliotecario — King

El científico — techno

El del barrio — Gengis Kan

El derrotista — JinxPoe

El hiperactivo — Fregona con patas

El líder — Sam

El manitas — Cinder

El mercenario — ElDorado

El mujeriego — Astronauta

El positivo — LadyM

El temerario — JD

El veterano — Pistachito

La constructora - Midnight rain

La muñeca rusa — Straw

La recién llegada — Ficus

Ocho — Acht

Cupos de rangos limitados:

Estrategas (5/5):

BlackRose

Calcetín

ElDorado

Navegante

Sammie

Ya no hay más cupos

Constructores (5/5):

Astronauta

Midnight Rain

Nefelibata

Techno

Maryse

Ya no hay más cupos

Exploradores (5/5):

Benoit

Cinder

JD

King

Britt

Ya no hay más cupos

RESERVAS DE FACECLAIM

A B C

Adria Arjona — BlackRose

Alina Olesheva — Pepita

Ana de Armas — Pompeii

Anya Taylor Joy — Straw

Barry Keoghan — Sam

Blanca Soler — Midnight Rain

Ben Barnes (PNJ)

Brad Pitt (PNJ)

Charleen Weiss — Chrissy

Charlie Hunnam — Cinder

Choi Soobin — Gengis Kan

Chris Woods — Frost

D E F

Danny Griffin — Pepito Personajez

Daria Sidorchuk — Gasps in spanish

David Castañeda — ElDorado

Do KyungSoo — techno

Édgar Ramírez — Red

Eiza González — LadyM

Elisabeth Olsen — Damara

Elissa Bibaud — Nike

Elle Fanning — Ficus

Emily Deschanel — DetectiveMittens

Finn Wolfhard — Silver Star

Freddy Carter — Acht

G H I J

Grace Van Die — Astronauta

Harvey Guillen — Nefelibata

Henry Cavil — Yennefer

Helena Bonham Carter (PNJ)

Jeffrey Dean Morgan — ElDorado

K L M N Ñ

Karl Urban — Peppa Pig

Keanu Reeves — Pikmina

Lindsey Morgan — Poison

Mads Mikkelsen — Pistachito

Marta Piekarz — Bolifacio

Matthew Daddario — JD

Mia Goth — Brit

Natasha Lyonne   — Piedra

Nicholas Skidmore — Benoit

O P Q R

Olivia Cooke — Maryse

Pedro Pascal — King

Robert Mitchell — Calcetín

Robert Pattinson — JinxPoe

Ruby Rose — Skylar

S T U

Samara Weaving — Sammie

Scarlet Leithold — Alenna

Scott Eastwood — Fregona con patas

Sherouk Farid — Pompeii

Sophia Carson — Midnight Rain

Tanner Reese — Calcetín

V W X Y Z

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[kirascottage]

maybe ruby with a really chill s/o who’s like her total opposite, i dunno i’ll read anything for ruby cause no one really writes for her.

never too simple

ruby matthews x f. reader

summary: dating the popular girl is always interesting when your her total opposite.

word count: 1.2k

cw: sex education season 3 spoilers* , mentions of sex, swearing, soft!ruby

a/n: trying to write for some more characters lmk what u all think. this is dedicated to u ruby simps

A mighty groan spilling from your lips was routinely how you’d begin your day, prowling out of bed with a blear in your eye as you made your way to the kitchen.

With pulled brows in the beaming direction of the sunrise, your awakening hands would mundanely start sufficiently preparing your coffee or tea, just a dribble of milk and a few granulated spoonfuls of sugar.

If you had time to spare afterward, you’d end up passively watching a program on the television while you contentedly munching on your breakfast.

Then, you’d get properly equipped for compulsory school; the sex school of flaccid penises and vaginas where willing people would shag in a gutted bathroom and trade sex advice when they couldn't make their partner come.

When your digits would curl into your untamed tufts you experienced an overwhelming wave of fatigue glue onto your skull at the copious amount of effort.

Dressing fashionably and doing your hair in differentiating styles always felt complete to your look as soon as the academic year had begun, but not a prime necessity as you were on campus with a horde of vexing, titillated teenagers where it was irrevocably bound to be ruined by the second quarter.

Although your girlfriend felt otherwise.

Polished shoes, luxury handbags, designer clothes; Ruby felt as if the school was her own Paris Fashion week where Kim Kardashian would personally ask her for valuable advice on this upcoming season's prevailing fashion and trends.

Something mundane to her everyday routine, early awakening and painting the slim definitions of her aglow cheeks in contours in blushes as if it was the official Met Gala and fluttering fake lashes clung to her lash line that would nearly recoil in the wind like gaudy butterflies if the wind gust had bidden a bit too strong.

So in compromise with your dear girlfriend you’d slip on your most charming skirt, add a minuscule more makeup than you ordinarily did, and style up your hair to pristine effort; but, at any point when you had gotten languid throughout the day, you’d disregard all formalities and brush all of your perspiring tufts and locks back into a clip.

You had opted for your style for the day as you had woken up late due to diligently studying for Biology till nearing dawn and felt as though it was a test day, there wasn't much to dress up for.

Your hair was natural for the day, the cut and style carefully framed the delicate bones of your plump cheeks and your nape felt shielded from your locks.

A dull blush was painted on said cheekbones and an ordinary flick of liner that was carefully shaded into your crease and decorated your primed eyelids. Your lips were glossed over in chapstick — the skin of your lips kept healthy after the storming season of drying and visible cracks had undoubtedly passed.

The material of your top was a milky-ivory shade, with the ample sleeves dyed in a baby blue, similar to the unclouded sky on a pleasant summer day. Your jeans were raw denim, a light wash that hemmed at the mid-waist and flared out near the bottom of your ankle. Instead of a booted heel, a pair of onyx converse with embroidered designs from the years encapsulated your feet.

Invariably hearing a blaring honk from the driveway you deemed your modest outfit quite fitting for the day — eagerly snatching the navy blue bag with a spillage of papers drooping from the sides of the zippers and striding over to the magenta car where Ruby had stood with her heel pressed into the leather disk where the horn symbol resided.

“Are you wearing your simple clothes again? You know, you can always borrow my stuff if you’re not feeling yours.” With an arched brow, she strategically placed her bottom into the left side of the car as you had unfastened the bright-toned door.

Your shoulders pulled into an expressive shrug once you were finally sat, “Simple clothes for a simple day.”

“But you’re around me all day, henceforth it physically cannot be a simple day. We’re girlfriends and that makes us better than everyone else. Therefore, we need to let everyone know we are better than them.” The girl practically huffed, her polished nails slightly colliding with the wheel as she promptly drove.

“Right, Rubes, my bad.” A distorted giggle escaped with difficulty from your throat at her aplomb.

…

“I cannot believe this woman. That grotesque, ill-favored, monstrous woman with that nauseating, greasy side part and uncolored roots genuinely wants to take away our right to dress as we please! Babes, I bought so many new outfits for the term and I even redesigned your wardrobe! This all feels like a complete waste.” The brunet all but fiercely screams at the front of the school with a shrill whine instantly following, her manicured fingers squirming around to progressively extend her point.

Ruby frantically begins to wildly gesture to her outfit. She's wearing a tied-up violet blouse that's sheer, with a matching tank top underneath. Her pants are denim, painted in differentiating patterns of dull purples, and her back pockets are delicately hemmed with intricate patterns and unique designs.

It’s when the delicate pads of your fingertips brush at her lower back and your chin hooks onto her covered shoulder, she ultimately regains a well-needed breath from her boisterous rant.

“Rubes, relax,” You croon softly while gently sweeping your thumb against the granulated material of her violet sheen coat. “You know we can always hem the kilts, and accessorize the top with something because you’re like a fashion goddess. There's always a way to wean your way around the new dress code, and we can figure that out, but first, you need to breathe.”

“Yeah, you’re right. You’re right, I am a fashion goddess, I can totally make it work.” Her brow arches in patient compliance with your kind words.

It’s hushed for a moment, the inhales of Ruby’s breath become slow and relaxed before Anwar chides across from you both in feigning annoyance, “Oh, so you can calm her down and we can’t? Now, that’s just unfair.”

…

Ruby's ached throat is burning as she's nearly out of breath whilst she speaks, “I cannot just believe Adam Groff just threw a— a poo at that French man! God, this trip is so repulsive. We should’ve just went to the Eiffel Tower instead!” A remaining number of pants hoarsely escape her brawny throat.

You lamely conceal a chortle at her severe chastising, your head weaseling into the bend of her expensively fragrant neck as she's sat next to you with her body facing forward.

“Yeah he definitely should’ve held it in,” You muffle your chortle into her grey blazer. “Plus I think it was Rahim, I saw him sockless.” Your voice instantly drops into a hushed octave at the comical gossip as her head bobs rapidly towards you.

“No fucking way!”

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[bumblesimagines]

“ friends with benefits? isn't that like, for friends? “

“ don't think friendship is a requirement. “

ruby matthews

“ friends with benefits? isn't that like, for friends? “

“ don't think friendship is a requirement. “

pronouns: he/him/his

"Wiley, come with me, now." The moment of silence that followed made Otis swallow. Ruby's eyes narrowed at the Wiley twin when his back remained turned to her. "Come now before I change my mind."

"What is it, Rubes?" He asked, continuing to write on the homework sheet without looking up at the brunette.

"It's private." She clicked her tongue, eyes flickering over to the scrawny teen.

"Oh- Oh, I-I can go." Otis scrambled up from the bench, nearly tripping over his loose shoelaces in the process. He snatched his backpack from the bench and hurried away, leaving the spot across from (Y/N) empty. Ruby sighed dramatically and plopped her purse down on the table, smoothing out the back of her skirt as she took a seat.

"I have a proposition for you, Wiley," Ruby revealed, tapping her nails against the table. "I've been thinking about what happened at Aimee's party, and I've decided to give you an offer few can afford."

"Which is?"

"We become friends with benefits. Secretly, of course. There'd be nothing worse than rumors about us if it were to get out." Ruby flicked some hair over her shoulder and glanced around in case her beloved friends were nearby. 

"Right, of course. Miss Queen Bee can't be seen with the guy who has a junkie for a mom and a cock-biting sister, is that it?"

"Exactly."

"Your empathy always surprises me." He rolled his eyes and finally looked up from his homework. "And anyways, friends with benefits? isn't that like, for friends?“

“Don't think friendship is a requirement. It's just hooking up." 

"If it's just hooking up, why don't you try it with Adam?" He smirked, watching her lips curl in disgust.

"He's as dumb as rocks. You, at the very least, have half a brain." 

"I'm flattered." 

"You should be on your knees thanking me for even offering this to you." Ruby scoffed softly. "Well? What do you say?"

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[honeybeezgobzzzzz]

𓅨 Your Fate is Sealed With Mine: Chapter Twenty-One

Your Fate is Sealed With Mine: Y/N Burgess is the granddaughter of Alex and Paul, and after having spent so many summers at their manor and always wondering why she was forbidden from entering the basement, she descends the steps into the world of the Order. She broke out the being that had been trapped in that glass cage, but what does he want with her now that he is free?

Warnings: Language, Mind Fuckery, Reader’s Mind has a Mind of Its Own, The Author Fucks With Reader’s Mind.

To Note: Morpheus/Dream x Female!GranddaughterReader, based on Netflix’s ‘The Sandman’, Reader now has long-ish hair for plot reasons (Just so Morpheus can tug on it later). 

Word Count: ~2.7k

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Echoes of distress reverberated in Morpheus’s chest as he stared at the ruins of what used to be a diner. Something had greatly unsettled Matthew and his distress was consuming the poor bird. Morpheus focused on the raven, seeing through his eyes. The bird was hopping on the bed of the hotel room where he had left Matthew to watch over you while Morpheus was out retrieving his ruby. You seemed to be thrashing in your sleep and the raven could not get you to wake up, no matter how much he yelled at you. Morpheus drew out his sand and disappeared in a vortex. Appearing in the hotel room, Matthew let out a squawk and fluttered over to Morpheus. 

“Sir! Sir, she won’t wake up!” Matthew exclaimed, his feet clicking on the table. “I’ve been trying for ten minutes!” Morpheus didn’t spare his raven a glance as he strode over to the bed. Rather than asking for details, Morpheus dipped into your dreamscape. He appeared in what looked like the Fiddler’s Green. But something was wrong. The normally sunny and idyllic landscape was being battered by hurricane-force winds, sheets of rain coming down like razor wire slapping against skin. Ignoring the whipping wind and pelting rain, Morpheus looked ahead to where a figure was crouched in the field, grappling with a gargoyle. It was Gregory and teenage you. Morpheus moved forwards, intending to put a stop to this storm, but the moment he took a step forward sharp eyes landed on him. 

Your eyes stared into his for only a moment before they were blazing silver and a ripple of anger exploded from you. Never had he seen such a look on your face, like he was intruding on you. The shockwave hit Morpheus straight in the chest and he found himself flung from the dream. Back in the hotel room, Morpheus took a step back, still feeling the effects of you forcing him out of your dream. No mortal had ever expelled him from their dreams. But you were no mere mortal, you weren’t even mortal at all. Not anymore. 

“Sir, sir what is it?” Matthew cried, jumping on the table in distress and ruffling his feathers. “What happened?” 

“She pushed me out,” Morpheus spoke quietly, feeling slightly impressed at the display of power. You were still vastly ignorant of your powers and yet your mind was well aware of what you could do, and it did not want him meddling in your affairs. You would have to deal with your nightmare alone. 

“What? Is that— is that even possible? To push you from a dream?” Matthew asked in surprise, cocking his head and peering closer at you. “You’re the King of Dreams and Nightmares. There isn’t anything you can’t do, how can she push you out like that?” 

“I have fully regained my power,” Morpheus began explaining, approaching the bed once more. “Her connection with me enables her to tap into my power. What’s mine is hers… there is nothing I can do, her mind has taken control. We can only wait for it to release her, until then, she is at its mercy and wishes.”

“She’s doing this to herself?” Matthew spoke, his feathered now fully ruffled by the news. “Why?”

“She has blocked so many memories of her past, her mind is ready for her to remember, whether she is or not.” Morpheus reached for your twitching body and drew his fingers across your forehead. He may not be able to save you from your Nightmare, but he could ease your physical movement. The thrashing subsided to the occasional twitch and whimper. “Come,” Morpheus spoke, gathering you in his arms. “It is time to return to The Dreaming.”

You were soaked to the bone and it seemed that every minute that passed in the stormy rain, the rain only came down harder and the winds wailed louder. Nearly blinded by water rushing into your eyes, you hauled yourself up onto Gregory’s back and hung on as he launched himself into the air. Climbing high and higher from the clearing, you stayed hunched against Gregory’s back, feeling every raindrop hit your skin like a bullet. It hurt. It hurt so much. But not just physically. Why was this happening? Gregory coasted through the air, somehow managing to see where he was going. You didn’t know how he did it. You couldn’t see anything. 

It was a frosty ten-minute flight back to the cottage and by the time Gregory was dropping through the air, you were shivering and your lips were surely blue. Landing on cobbles, you slipped over Gregory’s side, wanting to hurry inside to get out of the rain. You took maybe five steps forwards before you realized that Gregory hadn’t taken you back to the cottage, but to the courtyard of the ruined castle. You turned around to question the gargoyle why he had taken you here, but he was nowhere to be seen. 

“Gregory!?” You yelled over the screams of the wind, hugging your body closely and shivering. “GREGORY!?” The gargoyle was gone like he had never been here like he hadn’t just brought you to the courtyard of ruins. Teeth chattering harder, you turned around and let out a gasp. About ten paces from you stood your childhood doppelgänger. Her eyes were glowing a bright silver and she didn’t seem to be disturbed by the violent weather one bit. You went still in the rain. “What do you want from me?” 

She gave you no answer, her silver eyes studying you. Then she started walking towards you. Hair rising on the back of your neck, you started running away. Water sloshed against your already-soaked jeans, your breathing quickened from panic. Stumbling around the broken fountain, you bolted into the castle ruins. You didn’t dare look over your shoulder as you ran. Turning a corner, you skidded to a stop, nearly falling to the floor as your doppelgänger looked at you, now standing in front of you. More feelings of foreboding seeped into your veins and you scrambled backward. You turned tail and booked it the other way, determined to outrun your doppelgänger and whatever she brought. There was a winding staircase to the left. You swerved that way, using the walls to keep your balance and footing. 

You took the stairs two at a time, feeling like you were breathing like a pig with how loud you were panting out. Towards the top of the crumbling stairs, you tripped and face-planted on the white marble stairs. You let out a painful grunt, your arms shaking from the cold that had long seeped into your bones, while you tried to get back to your feet. You lurched forwards, wrestling yourself up to the top of the stairs, and jumped across a chasm where the floor had crumbled. You almost didn’t make it, the marble crumbling beneath your feet. You threw yourself forwards, feeling rock debris bite into your chest as you slid. A pained groan left your blue, trembling lips. 

As Morpheus strode through his castle, he used his power to rebuild the broken marble and glass. In his arms you lay trembling and twitching, tucked away safely but still tormented by the Nightmare your mind had locked you in. Matthew coasted through the hall ahead, heading in the direction of the Queen’s wing. The castle crackled and groaned as it was rebuilt, a far cry from its stagnant state it had been in for a century. The halls were quiet where they once had been bustling, the rooms empty, statues still. He would start reviving his realm the moment he could… But not before settling you under the watchful eye of Lucienne. 

Entering the Queen’s wing, nostalgia flittered into Morpheus’s mind. Once, once he had hoped that these chambers would be occupied by a past lover. It never got to that stage, its halls lay silent, its rooms empty. The light was finally shining on this part of the castle. Matthew slowed down, landing on a statue adjacent to broken hardwood double doors. Wrought iron littered the ground along with broken glass. As Morpheus neared, the pieces lifted and swirled in the air, returning to their rightful place. The doors opened, beckoning them into the space like the very rooms missed having people to house. Morpheus glided through the entryway, Matthew following behind shortly after. 

The raven looked around, seeing ornate furniture that made the rooms pleasant and regal. The sitting room rearranged itself, taking on your favorite shades. The hall lanterns leading further into the wing blazed to life, crackling white fire burning in the sconces. Even the running carpets in the rooms curled to life, brightening from their faded look to reflect and match the rooms they decorated. 

“She’s gonna love this place,” Matthew spoke, landing on a nearby statue that had put itself back together. It was of a spring nymph and the marble itself seemed to shift and move beneath his feet. Matthew flapped his wings and sprung into the air when the statue twirled the marble flower it held. Then it giggled. “That’s going to take some getting used to.” 

Morpheus finally entered the bedchamber which held the best view in all the palace. It was even better than the one he had in his own chambers. But that was how he wished it to be, his queen meant everything and more. Forests stretched outwards past the waters that surrounded the castle, only to be eclipsed by the snow-tipped mountains in the distance. The sunrises and sunsets from the large balcony, just past the wall of French doors and windows, were a view that Morpheus himself often enjoyed in passing. He turned to the side where the queen's bed was quickly reforming, fabric and wood shifting in a fast manner that by the time he had walked over, Morpheus placed your still sleeping body against the soft sheets that were quick to cover your body. You were tucked into the bed in a matter of seconds, twitching and emitting small whimpers. The castle, living, and breathing in its own right, would take care of its queen.

“How long is this going to last, sir?” Matthew questioned, fluttering over and landing on one of the four poster bed columns. “I— I don’t like it, I don’t like it at all…”

“There’s nothing we can do, Matthew,” Morpheus admitted, being honest with his raven. “If her mind does not wish for help, there is nothing I can do for her. We simply must wait, however long that may be.”

Matthew cocked his head to the side and sighed, not liking that his lord and master was right. All they could do was wait. But they didn’t need to be idle. 

“Then I guess it’s our job to start fixing things, so when she wakes up, she’s home,” Matthew spoke, looking to the glass doors that led to the balcony currently reconstructing itself. 

Running across a bridge that connected parts of the castle, you avoided tripping over a chunk of marble and a broken piece of metal sticking into the walkway. Your lungs felt raw, you had scraped your knees and elbows falling and tripping in your attempts at hiding from your doppelgänger… but it seemed that no matter where you ran, she would always find you. You didn’t know why she scared you so much. You didn’t know why every cell in your body was screaming at you to flee. You just followed your instincts which told you that she was a very dangerous being and you needed to stay away. 

Breaking into the next section of the castle, you slid to a stop, heavily panting for oxygen while your eyes looked around at the dead plants. It was a terrarium the size of a football field and rose several stories in height. A garden within the castle. But this garden was long dead and withered, its paths were crumbled and broken, and the dead overgrowth barely rendered it recognizable for what it was. This place was probably one of the most beautiful part of the castle, but now it lay dead and broken, just like everything else. Light footsteps behind you echoed and you bolted forwards, crashing into the dead foliage. 

You pushed and slapped your way through dead plants that easily broke beneath your shoves and tears, ignoring the pain of the scratches that had long since marred your arms. Breaking through what seemed to be a hedge, you stumbled across a desecrated stone path, nearly tripping and falling again. Luckily you caught yourself in time. You looked around, trying to see or hear your constant follower. Nothing. Just keep moving Y/N. So you moved on, following the broken and crumbling path because you had no other ideas. Eventually, it lead you to a fountain that had long since dried and crumbled, just like everything else in the kingdom. 

Just as you were passing the broken fountain, your foot caught a broken piece of stone and you went down yet again. Your knees took the brunt of your fall, and then your elbows. Slumping forwards, a choked sob bubbled up from your throat as you dug your fingers into the overgrown dead grass that had sprung up between the slabs of marble. When could you have relief from this pain and torment, of this fear you never quite understood? When could you have relief from that black hole of nausea and despair? Your tears slipped from your chin and fell to dusty stone, highlighting the beautiful gold veins that ran through the broken marble, giving you a hint of what this place used to be. Paradise. Utopia. A home. It was all gone. 

Bare feet entered your vision. She had snuck up on you. But you were tired of running, you were exhausted actually. Blinking as more tears ran down your face, you slowly lifted your head to look at your child self. How could she look down at you like that? So tender and caring when every fiber of your being told you to flee because she was bad? 

“What do you want from me?” You hoarsely questioned. “Haven’t you haunted me enough? Haven’t I been tormented enough? Why must I continue to suffer!?” 

Rather than laugh, or show emotions that would tell you that she enjoyed your pain, your doppelgänger’s face softened. She started moving, slowly kneeling in front of you to mirror your slumped position on the ground. Her silver eyes remained connected with yours when she slowly held up her palm, fingers spread. Then she remained still, a small smile on her lips, gentleness on her face, understanding in her eyes. Your eyes looked to her hand and your lip trembled. You knew what she wanted. Ever so slowly, you raised your right hand. It trembled and shook in the air, then you moved your hand and placed it against hers. 

Warmth. Comfort. Reassurance. It filled your body, flooding through your palm and into your arm, and then spreading so those feelings circulated until you physically gasped. She wasn’t what you thought, she never was. Your eyes closed and you leaned forwards. Your forehead rested against each other and ever so slowly, your connected hands shifted, your fingers weaved. You grasped her hand like it was a lifeline, your shuddering breaths lessoning as her other hand found its way to your cheek. You pressed your free hand against hers and felt all of your negative emotions, all your pain, all your worry, all your agony, slowly slip from your body. A bright light illuminated between you, one you could see and feel even with your eyes shut. Another shaky breath and the memories started coming. Quick flashes, like an old slide show. One after the other, again and again.

Your eyes opened and through that bright light emitting from your bodies, your doppelgänger gave you one last gentle smile. You could feel her fading, but she wasn’t leaving or dying, you were absorbing her. You were absorbing everything she remembered for you. You absorbed all those cherished memories your mind had forgotten out of fear. You absorbed her until all that was left was you. You remembered. You remembered everything. 

Date Published: 10/24/22

Last Edit: 8/17/23

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[quirkytwinkles]

Safe Now - G.B

Pairing: Gilbert Blythe x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2,443

Warnings: None. 

Release Date: 17/01/2020

Summary: The reader lives in Avonlea with the Cuthberts. One day she has a panic attack when something triggers her PTSD, luckily Gilbert is there to help. 

A/N: Heyo, this is my first imagine. I know it’s not the best, it was honestly a spur of the moment thing and written quite quickly. I decided to stop overthinking it and just post it, if there’s any mistakes my bad. I promise they will get better as I get more used to this whole ‘x reader’ thing. 

Please don’t plagarize my work. 

!!The gif isn’t mine!!

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You had been Anne's best, and only, friend at the orphanage and when she was adopted, you felt completely and utterly alone. Almost a year after her adoption, the Cuthberts decided to adopt yet another child... you. They had been begged by Anne for months and months to go back and get you, and after a while of refusing, they couldn't refuse any longer. 

You were ecstatic, yet worried and confused when you saw Anne walk through the doors of the orphanage again. You were happy because you got to see your best friend after almost a year apart. Still, you were worried because you thought she had been thrown out of her house, but then you watched as two adults walked in behind her; you assumed they were her adoptive parents. Your smile widened as you saw her with her new family; you were so happy for her. 

A couple of days later you were settled into your new home with your new... and hopefully forever family. You had been to many other families before, but you had always been sent back to the orphanage. In some cases, they used you like you were their slave, in other's you were like their punching bag and in other's you were loved but only for a short amount of time. Being an orphan is a cruel thing, and being taken in and out of families is even harsher; you get a taste of the life you could have only to get it ripped out from under you. You were honestly worried about that happening again; what if Marilla and Matthew got sick of you after a few days, or weeks, or months and sent you back to that horrid orphanage?

Before you knew it, Monday had arrived, and you were starting at your new school. Marilla had sewn you a beautiful dress that you were so excited to wear. You were worried about starting at a new school, but at the same time, the mere thought of it excited you. You were worried that the other kids would think you dumb, as you hadn't had much of an education, but then again, you were excited to learn. 

You woke up that beautiful Monday morning, a huge grin on your face as you heard the birds outside your window chirp their morning tune. You let out a yawn as you sat up, immediately throwing the blanket off you and quickly changing into the exquisite dress Marilla had sewn; you then brushed your hair, putting it into one side bride, leaving a few loose bits out so they could flow in the breeze. You then walked downstairs where you could smell some sort of fantastic food; something you weren't yet used to. It honestly felt like you were in a dream, and you had to pinch yourself to make sure you weren't. 

The walk to the school was better than you could have dreamed of, you and Anne chattered about the most random things as you walked through the woods towards the school; you met up with her friend Diana, and the two of you became instant friends. You all finally reached the school, and you walked through the doors and straight into where the desks were. As you started heading over to an empty desk, you ran straight into someone; you began to fall backwards, but before you could land, you were caught. Mortified, you stared up at the boy with wide eyes; you admired his blond hair and quickly cleared your throat. 

"I am so sorry; I didn't mean to run into yo-" 

"It's quite alright. You really did fall for me, didn't you?" 

You frowned at the boy, shaking your head slightly. You opened your mouth to respond but before any words came out someone interrupted; 

"Billy, leave the poor girl alone. You'll scare her and make her cry."

 You turned around to see one of his friends, you assumed, snickering at the boy as he clearly joked around. The blond kid, who's name you'd learnt was Billy, let out a chuckle as he shook his head; 

"Right, I'll see you around gorgeous." He smirked at you, looking you up and down before walking away. You felt sick to your stomach at the interaction, your eyebrows still furrowed together as you sat down. 

"Don't mind him, Billy isn't the friendliest." Diana smiled sympathetically as she sat at the desk in front of you. You shrug; 

"I'm used to it, it doesn't worry me anymore." 

Diana frowned, she's saddened that you're used to it. No one should be used to guys being pigs. Before you know it, all the chatter has quietened, and school has begun. You intently listen to everything the teacher says, even though he is a bit nasty; at least you're actually learning something. You try to soak up as much of the information as you can; you want to learn as much as possible. 

Soon enough the school day has ended, and you're about to walk out of the school when someone stops you;

"Miss, miss!" You hear someone calling out. With a frown you turn around, were they talking to you? You watch as a raven-haired boy walks up to, holding an object in his hand; "you left your pen behind." He smiles. 

"Oh... thank you." You smile as you gently take the pen; thank gosh he gave it back to you, you don't know how you'd survive without it. Sure, it's just a pen, but the real treasure lies in what you can do with it. As long as you have a pen, you can be unstoppable... well, unstoppable in writing ways. 

"No problem. I'm Gilbert, by the way. Gilbert Blythe." 

"Y/N." 

"You're Anne's friend? The one from the orphanage that she never shuts up about?" 

"Yeah." You nod, smiling. It feels nice to know that Anne spoke about you. 

"So, did the Cuthberts adopt you too?" 

"Well... the adoption hasn't been finalised, but hopefully they're going to." 

"I'm sure they will." He smiles. 

You go to ask him a question but before you can a hand has wrapped itself around your wrist, and you're being pulled away; 

"Come on, Y/N, we have to get home." You frown as you're pulled along by Anne. You send an apologetic look to Gilbert, mouthing a 'sorry' before turning and willingly walking with Anne; 

"I was talking to Gilbert..." 

"I know, that's the problem." 

"Why? Is he like Billy?" 

"No... he's nothing like Billy." 

"Then what's the problem?" 

"Ruby has dibs." 

"Dibs?" 

"Dibs on Gilbert." 

"What do you mean 'dibs'?" You frown as Anne stops walking; 

"Ruby likes Gilbert, she's liked him for three years, and she has dibs on him," Anne explains causing you to frown. 

"How can someone have dibs on a person? Besides, I don't like Gilbert, not like that. I don't even know him!" 

"It doesn't matter, you're not allowed to talk to him from now on... you could become a threat, and then you'd make an enemy of Ruby."

"You don't get a say in who I talk to, Anne." 

Needless to say, you ignored Anne's warning and continued talking to Gilbert. Slowly it started becoming your favourite part of the day; you waited for school to end and then talked to Gilbert before walking home with Anne, who wasn't happy with you, she had been frustrated with you since your little "argument" after your first day of school. Not only were you talking to the guy that Ruby had dibs on, but you were talking to her mortal enemy; of course they're not actually mortal enemies, but Anne doesn't realise that. 

One day after school you were talking to Gilbert about the most random of things;

"And you just kind of weave the stem of the flower through the split stem of the other flower. It sounds more complicated than it is." 

"And Mrs Morrow taught you that?" 

"Yeah... she was one of the only nice foster parents I had." 

"She seems like a lovely woman." 

"She was... and I would've loved to have stayed with her." 

"So why didn't you?" 

"She fell ill, and within the week she'd passed away..." You mutter sadly as you look down to the flower crown you had been making. 

"Y/N/N... I'm so sorry." He frowned. 

"It's fine." You shrugged; you'd mostly gotten over it by now. "Here." You smiled as you placed the flower crown on his head, letting out a quiet giggle. "You look pretty now." 

"I don't always look pretty?" He feigned a frown. 

"Nope." You grinned cheesily. 

He mocked offence, dramatically putting his hand over his heart. You hear a slam and jump, turning around to; the school door had been slammed shut by an upset Ruby Gillis, who was storming towards you. You stood up with a frown, and she instantly grabbed your wrist, pulling you with her. 

"What is it?" You asked worriedly. Had something terrible happened?

"Gilbert is mine." She hissed when you were far enough away from the raven-haired boy who was still sitting on the ground, flower crown on his head and a confused frown on his face. 

"What are you talking about?" 

"I have dibs on Gilbert, didn't Anne tell you?" 

"Yes, she did. I have no interest in Gilbert." 

"Don't lie to me." 

"I- I'm not." 

"You're so selfish, Y/N!" Ruby exclaimed as a tear spilled from her eye and down her cheek. 

"But, I-" 

"Just stop. Have Gilbert for yourself if you must." 

"Ruby, I don't like Gilbert like that. He's my friend." 

"Friends don't make flower crowns for each other." 

"Actually... yes, they do." Ruby rolls her eyes at you; "stop overreacting, Ruby. Guys and girls can be friends without being in love!" 

The blonde girl scoffs; "overreacting?" 

"Ruby-" 

"Save it. I'll take my overreacting self over to someone who's not selfish and who actually cares for me." She glares up at you; "and stop lying to me, and to yourself. You mustn't tell lies, it's impolite." 

Those words... those six simple words. They shouldn't have an impact on you, but they do. 

"You mustn't tell lies, it's impolite." Said the man you had been in foster care with since March. He grabs your hair, slapping you across the face. "I know you stole my wife's necklace. Now, where is it?" 

"I don't know..." You muttered through your tears. Another slap. "Please, I swear to you, I don't know where it is." 

Tears filled your eyes as you stared at Ruby, who's face had turned to one of concern as she went to walk towards you. 

"No, stay away from me. Please." You muttered as you started to walk back towards the school, your chest feeling as if it was on fire, tears uncontrollably rolling down your cheeks. 

"Y/N?" Gilbert questioned as he noticed the tears rolling down your cheeks. You walked past him, completely ignoring his presence as you tried to calm your racing heart and get your breathing back to normal. It felt like something was pressed down on your chest, stopping you from being able to breathe; you fell to the ground, crying as you stayed there, staring at the ground, frozen. 

"Y/N? What's wrong?" Gilbert asked gently as he crouched next to you, placing a hand on your back. You flinch, causing him to instantly take his hand away; 

"Please don't h- hurt me. I'm s- sorry" you muttered quietly, your voice cracking as you cried softly. 

As Gilbert heard those words, it felt like his heart had been torn in half. His frown faded as he worked out what the panic attack was about. He gently pulled you into his arms, hugging you; you tried to get away, fearing that you would get hurt. You knew it was Gilbert, that he wouldn't hurt you, but you were still scared... what if everything was your imagination and you were somehow back in that awful house. 

"Please don't hurt me, please... I'm sorry, I'm sorry." You muttered. You kept muttering 'I'm sorry' over and over as Gilbert stayed hugging you, despite your struggling. 

"Shh, it's okay, Y/N/N. I'm not going to hurt you." 

"I'm sorry..." You muttered, your face buried in the crook of his neck. 

"You're safe now, from whoever you're scared of. No one's going to hurt you, you're safe. I promise." 

After a few minutes, your breathing slowly started returning to normal, and the tears stopped running from your eyes. Every now and then you'd shake, but most of the shaking had stopped. You slowly looked up from Gilbert's shoulder, a sheepish look on your face as you saw his worried eyes stare into yours. 

"Are you okay?" He asked. 

You slowly nodded; "I am now..." you gave a small smile as you wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him properly, your chin resting on his shoulder. "I'm sorry..." you whispered, feeling bad for worrying him, and feeling embarrassed about the panic attack. 

"Don't apologise, Y/N." 

"Sorry-" 

He shook his head, chuckling as you apologised for apologising. You looked over to Ruby, who was staring at you worriedly. With a sigh, you regrettably pulled away from the hug and stood up, your legs still shaky from the attack. You walked over to the blonde girl, whose big blue eyes were wide and tear-filled. 

"Are you okay? I'm so sorry... I didn't mean to make you panic-" 

"It's okay, Ruby. It wasn't your fault." You smiled gently as you hugged her, reassuring her that it was okay. 

"I'm sorry for overreacting... it's just... I really like Gilbert-" 

"It's fine. There's nothing between Gilbert and me other than friendship." 

"Promise?" 

"Promise." You nodded, a smile on your face.

 After pulling away from the hug, you looked back to Gilbert, a small smile on your face. He smiled again, giving you a look that asked if you were okay. You gave a little nod and mouthed a "thank you" to him, you were so grateful that he helped you. The flower crown you had made was still on his head, a little lopsided now, but it didn't matter. 

"I have to head home... I'm sorry again." Ruby muttered, a small smile on her face. 

"It's okay. See you tomorrow." 

"Yeah, see you!" She waved as she walked away. You returned the wave before turning to Gilbert again; 

"I should get going too, Anne will be waiting, and Marilla will be worrying." 

"Mind if I walk with you?" 

"Not at all."  

You were screwed... you'd lied to your friend, you'd made a promise you knew was fake. You did like Gilbert. 

#gilbert #gilbert blythe #anne with an e #gilbert x reader #anne with an e imagine #anne with an e x reader #awae #gilbert blythe x reader

[lazynotbored]

On the latest episode of gracie thinks she’s an rph i’ve created a MASTERLIST OF LATINE FIRST NAMES. This is just my preference but i like naming my characters something based in reality so these are pulled from my high school yearbook (i live in a majority hispanic city) so it’s less about origins and more about what hispanic parents were naming their kids during 1996-2000 and honestly the baseline is really if it sounds nice with spanish vowels it goes.

FEMININE

A

Adriana, Albany, Alejandra, Alex, Alexandra, Alexis, Aliyah/Alia, Alyssa, Amanda, Amelia, Ana, Anais, Analiette, Andrea, Angelica, Arelis, Arlettys, Ariana, Ashley/Ashly

B

Beatrice,  Bernice, Bianca, Brenda, Brianna, Brittany

C

Camila, Carissa, Carolina, Celine, Christina, Claudia

D

Daniella, Deborah, Dessire, Diana, Diandra

E

Elizabeth, Emily, Emmeline, Eva, Evelyn

F

Fatima, Francesca

G

Gabriella, Gianelle, Ginelle, Giselle

I

Irene, Isabella

J

Jasmine, Jaqueline, Jennifer, Jessica, Jocelyne, Julia, Juliana, Julieta 

K

Kaelyn, Kaitlyn, Karla, Katherina, Katherine, Karina, Katryna, Kristal

L

Laura, Lauren, Leidy, Lianna/Leanna, Lidiana, Lourdes, Lysandra

M

Maria, Mariana, Mariam, Maribel, Marla, Melanie, Melissa, Millennia

N

Natalie, Natalia, Natasha, Nathaly, Nayeli, Nicole, Nicolette, Nina

P

Paola, Patricia

R

Raiza, Rebecca, Romy, Roxana, Ruby 

S

Sabrina, Sahily, Samantha, Sarai, Selene, Shantal,  Shalamar, Skye

T

Thalia

V

Valentina, Valeria, Vanessa, Veronica, Victoria, Vivian

Y

Yazmin, Yesenia, Yessica, 

MASCULINE

A

Adrian, Agustin, Alan, Albert, Alec, Alexander, Andres, Angel, Anthony, Antonio

B

Benjamin, Bradley, Brandon, Bryan/Brian/Brianel

Bruno

C

Carlos, Christopher, Christian 

D

Daniel, Damian, David

E

Eddiel, Eduardo, Emmanuel, Enrique, Eric/Erik, Ernesto

F

Fabian, Francisco

G

Gabriel, Giancarlo/Gian, Giovanni, Guillermo

H

Hansel, Hanibal (silent h), Hector

I

Isaiah

J

Jonathan, Jorge, Joshua, Jose/Joseangel, Josue, Juan, Julian/Julen, Justin

L

Lazaro, Leander, Lucas, Luis

M

Manuel, Marcel/Marcelo, Marco/Marcos, Mateo, Matias/Mathias, Matthew,  Mauro/Mauricio, Michael, Miguel/Miguelangel

N

Nicholas/Nicolas, Nelson

O

Oniel, Oscar

R

Rafael/Raphael, Rene, Roberto, Roniel/Rony, Ryan

S

Sabian, Samuel, Santiago, Sebastian, Sergio

W

Wanderly, William

X

Xadier

Xander

Y

Yamil 

Yunior 

#name masterlist #latine names #first names #character names #latine character names

[sleeppaw]

Sims 3 Names Updated

A: Aaron, Amber, Amelia, Achilles, Ajax, Amphrite, Augustus, Arthur, Anneka, Alan, Arianna, Annie, Andromeda, Alice*, Antonia*, Anthony*

B: Beatrice, Bethany, Bernard*, Brett*

C: Cato, Clove, Cassiopeia, Clara, Cepheus, Carolina, Canute, Cosima, Charles*, Cornelia* Cherry*

D: Daphne, Daniella, Dennis, Dione*, Duncan*, Declan*

E: Ebony, Eric, Emmy*, Elizabeth*, Evie*, Elliot*

F: Fredrick, Francis, Finnick, Florence, Falcon*, Flora, Finch* Fern*, Fife*

G: Graham*, Gabriel*,

H: Harold, Hector, Hebe, Hercules, Hawthorn*, Harriett*, Hadrian*, Helen*, Henry*,

I: Ignoitus, Issac, Iris, Isambard*, Indiana*

J: Janey, Jeremy, Jason, Jasmine, Juliana, Janus, James*, John*, Joshua*,

K: Kazuo, Keanu, Kim*, Kapser*, Kayla*, Katherine*,

L: Lucas, Lavender*, Leah* Larkspur*,

M: Matilda, Medea, Matisha, Marius, Marina, Maya, Marcus*, Matthew*, Mars*, Mabel*, Mavis*, Michael*, Miriam*, Myrtle*,

N: Naomi, Neptune, Neil*, Nigel*

O: Octavius, Orion, Oliver

P: Perseus, Proteus, Promethus, Perry*,

Q: Quentin*

R: Richard, Rhea, Ruth, Robin, Russell*, Rose*, Rosenda*, Ruby* Rusty*, Robert*,

S: Saturn, Summer, Saffron*, Skyla*, Sylvia*, Sam*,

T: Tanusha, Teucer, Tamora, Tania, Thomas, Telamon*,

U: Undyne, Ursula*

V: Virgil, Venus*, Van*, Vincent*, Violet*

W: Wayne*

X: Xavier*, Xander*

Y: Yvvonne, Yvette*

Z: No Z names

Names with an asterik are names I’ll use in the future (Either on Sims I’ll create in the future, born in-game kids and The Oakley Legacy Reboot)

#Sleepy Plays The Sims 3

[ughthatimagineblog]

red lips and secrets

spencer reid x reader

 request:  Hiii!! I saw that you do spencer Reid fics, and I’ve requested this one a few times with different authors and their lives just got in the way of completing my request (which is completely fine I understand 100% I’m not mad at all). I was just wondering if you could do a spencer Reid x reader based off the song Secrets by The Weeknd. If you could make it as if The Weeknd and spencer are the ones sharing the story if that makes sense that would be cool. Idk anything is appreciated a lot!!!

Write some spencer reid angst plz 💕

 warnings: angsty, sad, femme fatale reader, cheating (sorta, you’ll see) also, cheating is NOT GOOD OR COOL, please never cheat on your partner or s.o, if you are interested in someone else, please end your current relationship before dating/seeing/sleeping with someone else

 word count: 1318

  a/n: so this is sort of a mess but not really. the italicized lyrics are from the song ‘secrets’ by the weeknd and each snip is a sort of basis for the next paragraph or so. this whole prompt was based off of the song and its angsty enough soo i took out two prompts in one stone

Everybody here wants you   My love, my love And I know that you want him too   My love, my love I ask you what your heart desires   My love, my love You tell me I'm the only one   My love, my love

 “Spencer. Spencer.” They said his name twice, snapping him out of his daze. It was a wonder he didn’t drop his glass he was so out of it. “She’s here.” JJ and Derek notified the boy and he took to action. They were at the annual gala held for the BAU and his girlfriend, Y/N Y/L/N, was receiving an esteemed award. She deserved it, really. She solved over half the cases brought in that year and risked the most on the field. In the beginning of last January she was shot twice on the field and went into action again the moment she was healed.  Spencer was more than proud to be her boyfriend, but he had a ghost he couldn’t seem to get rid of. The notion she didn’t fully belong to him. He would take nights talking to Hotch about this exact issue.    “I mean you see the way everyone in the office looks at her. You see the way Derek looks at her and I can’t help but notice the way she looks at him too. She’s just so, flirtatious, and I have no idea if its faux or real.” He ranted and Hotch put a hand on his shoulder. “Y/N has a very outgoing personality, Reid, you know that. You knew that when you asked her out. She’s going to have an outgoing personality which can be perceived as flirtatious. I wouldn’t worry.”  And for months, Spencer wouldn’t. He joined your side when you walked into the event room where the main ceremony would be held. “Hello, darling.” She greeted him as usual. They spent the rest of the night together, Spencer refusing to leave his side, knowing if he did, Derek would be there in a moment.  That night, they were laying in bed when Spencer rolled over to face her, “Y/N?” He asked through the dark. “Yeah, Spence?” She replied and he smiled. “Are you sure you want to be with me? I mean I’m nothing compared to Derek. He’s outgoing, strong, and far more good looking than me and I know you went on a date with him before.”  She sighed, reached over and turned on the light. “Spencer. You know I only want you. Derek was full of himself. Not my type. And you are so much more handsome than Derek, to me. I love you.” And with that, she pressed a quick kiss to his lips, said goodnight, and snuggled against Spencer’s chest, leaving him in the dark to question every word.

It's a lie, a lie   I catch you every time In your lust, your lust   Every time you close your eyes I hear the secrets that you keep   When you're talkin' in your sleep I hear the secrets that you keep, keep, keep   When you're talk, talkin', talkin' I hear the secrets that you keep   When you're talkin' in your sleep I hear the secrets that you keep, keep, keep   When you're talk, talkin', talkin'

 Spencer’s heart would clench when he would see her around the office, talking with other guys. Derek, Luke, Matthew, who next? Hotch? He would think to himself as he watched her interaction with the other men. The way she would throw her hair over her shoulder and laugh. The sparkle in her eyes when they would say something funny. It was the same sparkle that he saw when she looked at him once. Now, when they did, they still had a sparkle, but it was full of mystery and he didn’t know what eyes he was looking at anymore.  Sometimes in bed he would question who he was laying next to. He would hear whispers, mumbles from her lips. Her soft, pink lips that used to be his. They would whisper different names every night. For months he would awake to the sound of names. Names, names, names.  He almost didn’t come into work so he wouldn’t have to hear the same ones he heard at night during the day.  “Derek. . .” “Luke. . .”  “Derek. . .” “Matthew. . .”  But on some, more recent, lucky nights, Spencer would hear his own name. The first time he did, he shot up in bed. It broke him from his sorrow daze in the dark and gave him hope.

You told me not to worry 'bout  Those guys, those guys You told me that you left it all behind  Behind It's a lie, a lie  I catch you every time In your lust, your lust Every time you close your eyes  

“Spencer, I will tell you and tell you again,” She would say, her lying lips smeared in red, a color that Spencer had already decided would kill him. “You don’t have to worry about the other guys. I don’t love them. I love you.” She would whisper before pressing her ruby lips to his, and then to his neck, to the edge of his ear, and down below and he was caught again.  Caught in a never ending circle of wanting to end the infidelity and then not because he realized he didn’t want to lose you. He knew where you went on Saturday nights when he would work late at the office and you would leave to hang out with ‘friends’.  When he would come home, you would pull in fifteen minutes after he got home and he would stay quiet, knowing a night of mumbles and whispers were ahead and any protests wouldn’t change that.

Wipe... the…  Lust from your eyes I see that you're not mine  I can see the lust in your eyes You can't hide it  You can't be the one I realize, we're divided

“Spencer, why are you doing this?” She yelled after him, walking throughout the house. “I have had it.” He was fed up and the small, innocent, shy boy she’d come to know was gone. He was angry. Seeing Derek drop you off at three in the morning was the last straw.   “Have had what?” She yelled in innocence. “I see you, I catch you all the time in the office flirting with the other guys and I don’t know why I’ve been with you for so long, put up with it for so long.” He complained. “And now Derek, dropping you off at three in the morning! What do you expect me to think? And-and-and on our one year anniversary?” Spencer yelled and she began to grow nervous the neighbors would complain. 

   “Does he bring you home every Saturday? After you both are done having fun? Or does it alternate between Derek and Luke?” Spencer complained and the look of shock that crossed his love’s features was almost comedic. “Having fun? What is it exactly do you think we do? Talk about in the office? Huh, Spencer?” She fought back. “Oh don’t kid me. Every night for the past six months I hear you whispering their name at night. It’s not hard to see the way you lust after those two guys. You can barely hide it. I can’t believe there was a time where I thought you were ‘The One’, I was obviously wrong.” He crossed his arms and turned from the girl he loved.

  She set the bags she had carried in on the floor.   “I have been spending six months with them, to work on this,” She spoke calmly and Spencer turned around to see her pulling out a large book. It looked as though there were a million details and pictures.    “I needed the help from the other guys because I needed a guy's opinion. I went to Derek’s every Saturday night to work on it. Those ‘lustful stares’ I gave to the boys was because I was talking about you. I was thinking about you. I am madly in love with you but you know what, Spence, you were right. I’m not the one. We aren’t one anymore. We are more divided than I could have imagined.” She nearly tossed her gift to the table and walked out.

  Spencer was left standing there, his fingers to his lips, wondering what he just lost, the image of her red lips stamped in his brain.

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