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seasonsbloom · 2 years

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R O M E O - “you could punch me in the face and i would still want you ngl.” with jake pretty pls

♡ pairing ; hangman x reader

♡ wc ; 720

♡ warnings ; none? drunk hangman I guess.

♡ note ; I'm sorry this got super silly???

After years and years of bartending experience, after mixing countless cocktails and pouring a myriad of shots, after throwing gaggles of obnoxious men out on their asses and cutting up what could probably amount to a truckload of limes, you’ve gotten incredibly good at spotting drunk people.

But even without all of that, even if you’d never set foot into a bar before in your life, you think this wouldn’t be difficult to discern: Jake Seresin is absolutely and completely hammered.

“I think I’m in love with you,” he says, his big, green eyes blinking at you through the bleary haze of alcohol. He’s sitting with both elbows braced on the bartop, his Old Fashioned forgotten and melting into a sad excuse of water and whiskey.

“And I think you’ve had enough,” you mutter, reaching for the glass. You try to ignore the effects of the word, the blood rushing into your cheeks, the hope rushing into your chest. A fluttering, flailing, frantic fledgling of a thing.

He watches as you toss the last dregs of his drink into the sink, the ice cubes going with a loud clatter. “I don’t even like Old Fashioneds,” he reveals suddenly, eyes fixed on your hands like he’s trying to center his vision on something.

You frown. “You’re the one who keeps ordering them, Hangman.”

“Only cause you said you like men who order Old Fashioneds,” he mumbles, then pauses. “Is that a word? Old Fashioneds… What’s the plural of that? Old Fashions?”

You ignore his rambling. “Dude. I have no idea what you’re on about.”

He waves his hand through the air like he’s auditioning for a spot on the Disney Channel, then says, “You told Phoenix.”

Very, very vaguely you recall a conversation, over a year ago, about ideal partners, about dream futures. You’d made up some half-formed, half-true lie about a man with green eyes drinking an Old Fashioned you’d mixed for him.

Now you stare at Jake Seresin under the lights of this bar, here on this Tuesday night, with his sleeve in a puddle of indefinable liquid, with his hair mussed, with his heart on the tip of his tongue, and your head spins.

“How do you remember that?” you ask. You feel winded, breathless, as if you just ran a marathon.

He shrugs. “I remember everything about you.”

It knocks the words out of you. You just stand there, blink at him, hands slack and mind sluggish.

“I’m really mean to you, Hangman,” you remind him, voice gentle in the face of something that feels too big. It’s Tuesday, man. “We like… hate each other.”

It’s not even a lie. You really are mean to Hangman, Hangman who is obnoxious and cocky and way too confident, who flirts with you at every turn, who takes home too many girls and always asks for the most expensive Whiskey in his drink. Who drives you to the brink of insanity and then pulls you back with a well-placed grin, a soft word, a tip just a little too high to be commonplace.

“I like it when you’re mean to me,” Jake admits, his face sliding ever so slowly off his palm. “It’s my favorite part of the day.”

You don’t know what to say. You feel like he’s just punched a hole right through you.

“Sometimes I fantasize about punching you in the face,” you blur, and then cringe at yourself.

Again, he just shrugs. “You could punch me in the face and I would still want you ngl.”

“This is a verbal conversation, Hangman,” you say. “You can just say the words out loud, you know?”

But you’re already halfway there with him, out in the sea of love.

“Okay,” he says, nods, and then he grins. “I’m so drunk, I’m totally seeing double. There’s two of you. You wanna have a threesome?”

Jesus, you think. “I think you should maybe have some water first.”

“Tomorrow when I’m sober,” he begins, his eyes finally going from your hands to your face, “can I ask you out?”

You swallow. “Yeah.”

“Will you say yes?”

“Probably.”

He grins. “I lied earlier. I don’t think I’m in love with you. I totally know it.”

It doesn’t take a professional to figure out that Hangman is absolutely and completely hammered. That’s how you know he’s telling the truth.

#hangman fic #hangman x reader #jake seresin fic #jake seresin x reader #top gun maverick #hangman #mine #drabble #hangman drabble #1.5k celly

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kolsmikaelson · 1 year

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OMG CONGRATS ON 1.5k????? THAT'S INCREDIBLE!!!! I absolutely adore your blog and you deserve every bit of the love you're receiving.

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httpiastri · 4 months

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literally any driver: burying head in crook of neck, night kisses and shutting the other up with kisses

lacii my love <3<3 did this with lando, hope that's fine! merry christmas again, and i hope you enjoy this!! 😁

"lando, did i tell you about that time when i first met my friend clara?" the words are flowing out of your mouth like you're spitting bars. your boyfriend doesn't even get a chance to answer your question before you've started talking again. "oh my god, it's a great story. you'll love it. so, i was in a french class when my other friend, sarah-"

lando is smiling subconsciously as you ramble on about your adventures, just as you have ever since he picked you up from the club. his fingers help you slip out of your heels – not that you even seem to understand what's going on, way too focused on speaking – before one of his hands lands on your waist. he takes a deep breath to keep his composure and hold back the laughter threatening to burst from his chest at your continuous gibberish, before he guides you to his bedroom with soft touches. he chuckles quietly at the way you almost take the wrong turn and end up in his kitchen, too engaged in your storytelling to remember the layout of his apartment. he isn't surprised, though, because;

alcohol always makes you blabber.

in most situations, you're not the most talkative, preferring to choose your moments to speak with great care. but when you start to get tipsy, it is like you are the world's greatest extrovert. even after getting just a little alcohol in your system, you talk to anyone with ears, somehow assuming that they're really interested in whatever you're ranting about.

thankfully, if you have your friends around, they usually drag you away by your arm, apologizing to the poor stranger to whom you've over-explained the storyline of your favorite movie.

lando learned about this side effect of your drinking early on in your relationship. on your third date, after sharing a few drinks at a local bar, you wouldn't shut up for half an hour, not giving him a second to interject with anything. he'd been surprised, but mostly confused, until he got your text message the following morning: oh my god, i did it... didn't i?

he'd tried to pretend he didn't know what you meant, wanting to put it all behind you, but you'd persisted. i didn't shut up. i never do when i drink. i'm sorry :(

lando was always one to be quick to forgive and forget, not wanting you to feel too bad. everyone does some questionable things when drunk, and he'd seen tons of people act worse than you did. but after that date, there would be uncountably many more occasions of you not being able to hold back when booze was in the picture. award shows, drinking games at home with friends, podium celebrations. once, he even found you outside a club after a race, sitting on the curb with one of your hands petting a stray dog as your other helped you explain the meaning of life. safe to say, he is used to your habits by now.

so tonight, when he picked you up from your night out with a few of your friends, he wasn't surprised that your mouth didn't shut once during the trip back to his apartment. you were excitedly telling him about the people you'd met and the drinks you'd had, so eager to explain every detail to your boyfriend when you were getting into the car that you forgot about everything around you and he had to lean across the console to put on your seatbelt for you.

most of the time, he finds your habit endearing. but sometimes, like right now, it gets just a little tiresome.

"and then, when jamie came around, she was like, what are you doing?, and i was like, i'm just having some fun!"

you're both sitting on the edge of his bed by now, after lando's helped you change into something more comfortable for the night, your mouth still running like you're one of the gilmore girls. you don't even flinch when his hands reach for your cheeks and he stares intently in your eyes – but he can't do anything other than smile.

lando loves your voice. he loves it when you're whispering something in his ear when you're out with friends, when you're ranting to him about some stupid coworker, and maybe especially when you're moaning and whining his name.

but now, he reckons you've talked enough for today. your vocal cords must be sore, and his ears are about to fall off, so it's time to call it a night – and he only sees one way to shut you up.

mid-sentence, lando leans in, pressing his lips to yours. he swallows the yelp you let out in surprise, one of his hands gliding to the back of your neck to keep you close. it doesn't take long for you to relax into the kiss, your lips moving with his while your hands reach for the neckline of his hoodie.

it's so easy to get lost in kissing lando. when he parts the kiss, you find yourself wanting to seal your lips again, already missing the feeling. your mind is now completely blank; all you can think of is the kiss. the man beside you laughs at your hazy expression, utterly amused by how you're suddenly quiet for more than five seconds (something he's sure hasn't happened yet tonight).

when you slowly open your eyes, the very content look on lando's face makes something click in your mind. he sudden kiss, his big grin...

"was i rambling again?"

the silence that follows gives you your answer, and you throw your head back as you let out a little groan. "hey, don't worry about it."

"i really didn't mean to. you know how it is, it just happens, and i don't really feel it as it happens, you know? it's just, the alcohol, it's not my intention. i actually told sarah today that-"

and for the second time, lando pulls you into him, quieting you down with his own lips. this time, as you (for the most part) understand what he's doing, you can't help but giggle into the kiss. your boyfriend matches your smile, taking your bottom lip between his teeth as a joking warning. he lets it flop back against your teeth as he pulls away to look at you again, but you've already lunged forward, head resting against his shoulder.

"i'm sorry," you start, nuzzling your nose into the crook of his neck. "i really am."

his arms snake around your waist before he leans back against the bed, pulling you down with him and into his side. "don't be," he answers, one of his hands reaching up to the back of your head, stroking your hair. "it's cute. you're cute." you continue hiding in his skin and he makes himself more comfortable in bed, pulling the blanket over you both. "we'll talk more tomorrow, okay?"

he feels you shake your head. "i'm done talking. i've talked enough. you know those tiktok videos where you only have a certain amount of words you're allowed to say every year? that's me. i've run out of words, i used them all today."

"oh yeah, i can tell," lando chuckles, pressing his lips to the top of your head. "close your eyes, baby. tell me about those tiktok videos tomorrow."

"didn't you hear me? i said no more words. i won't talk tomorrow because-"

lando sighs. it's going to be a long night.

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bedsyandco · 2 months

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Could you do "you, hold on, since when did you, i didn't know you'd look..." "can you finish a sentence, please?" "how do you expect me to think when you look like this?" For will pleaseeee??

✰ PAIRING — fem!reader x will smith

✰ SUMMARY — in which will’s girlfriend is rendered speechless when she sees him in his game suit

✰ CONTENT — just will’s girl simping for him (as she should, have you seen that man?) fluff.

✰ WC — 0.2K words

✰ NOTE — I know you requested this before the celly was posted but since it’s with the same prompt list, I’m just including it in the celly!! I hope you don’t mind and that you like it!! thank you for requesting <3

you knew your boyfriend was attractive. any person with eyes would be able to see that will smith was attractive. and many people did. you often caught people staring at your boyfriend out in public and you honestly couldn’t blame them. he had a face that made you want to stop and stare.

but it wasn’t just the face. it was the way he smiled, the way he laughed and charmed people. the hair. god the hair. will had the looks that ensured no matter what he wore, he would look like he just came to life from a fashion magazine.

and while he did look good in just regular sweats and a hoodie, or jeans and a T-shirt, he was a sight for sore eyes when he wore a suit.

“you okay baby, you got a little something here,” will teases, rubbing his thumb over the corner of your mouth

"you, hold on, since when did you, I didn't know you'd look..." you ramble and will laughs

"can you finish a sentence, please?" will says, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear

"how do you expect me to think when you look like this?" you respond, putting your hands on his chest, running you eyes up and down his black suit

“like what you see?” will asks

“very much,” you say and will smiles, pressing a kiss to your lips

“I wish we had time cause all I wanna do is take you to bed, but I guess we’ll have to wait until after the game,” will pouts and you kiss it away

“the suit stays on,” you say and will laughs

“whatever you want baby,”

#will smith hockey x yn #will smith hockey fic #will smith hockey x reader #WS6 #cami’s 1.5K celly

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cobrakaisb · 1 year

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omg but jack def sits in the hallway to make sure y/n doesn’t sneak into luke’s room 😭

oh for sure

when y/n left her room at 12:42 in the morning, she did not expect to be blinded by a flashlight. "what the fuck?" she hisses, hands coming up to cover her eyes. "and where are you going missy?" someone asks, who y/n immediately recognizes as jack. she mentally groans, knowing that there's no chance she could pull this off.

"the bathroom," she answers, thinking that he'll buy it. "uh huh," he says, arms crossed. "yup. just going to the bathroom," she mumbles, closing her bedroom door as she walks down the hall. she takes about two steps before jack grabs her shoulders, turning her around. "bathroom's that way," he says, puhsing her in the opposite direction of luke's room.

#luke hughes x boldy sister #y/n boldy #luke hughes #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes blurb #jack hughes #cobrakaisb 1.5k celly #cobrakaisb writing

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wintfleur · 1 month

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Hi can u write prompt 18 and 14 🪷 and [comfort] 🌷 with lando? With lando being the one who comforts?? Thank u sm I love u and ur works 💗💗💗💗

౨ৎ sleep darling

﹕─┈ pairings ( Lando norris x female! reader )

°. — summary ( a morning with lando after a restless night )

°. — details ( g; fluff, a pinch of angst? w; none that I know of. wc; 1.5k )

﹕─┈ prompt ~ hugging them tight without saying any words when they're having a hard time + they roll on top of you, cradling your head between their hands as they kiss your nose + a tender kiss to provide comfort or reassurance

˖ ་ 💭 roro’s notes ( Tysm for the request lovely & the kind words ! I love you too !!! I had so much fun writing this, it was an amazing request !!! I hope you like it, I tried fitting in the prompts together the best I could !!! Please don’t be a silent reader lovely’s, your thoughts are what keep me motivated to write !!! )

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Restless sighs and tired groans leave your lips as you roll over onto your side, now facing your large window that gives you a perfect view of the sunrise. Your eyes dropped down to the sleepy body next to you, he was laying on his stomach with both of his arms under the soft white pillow, the duvet being pulled up to his shoulders, protecting him from the breeze coming through the cracked open window. He looked so peaceful as he slept, that made you happy.

You missed him, lately he's been busy with getting ready for the start of the new f1 season and even though some days he came home early, you were too busy studying to really spend any time with him. For the past week, the two of you really only spent time together in bed, and most of the time lando was sleeping while you laid wide awake. You barely slept and when you did you woke up in cold sweats from the nightmares that plagued your mind.

The lack of sleep and the intense studying didn't help your mood, but your sweet boyfriend didn't let your mood get to him, he understands. You felt guilty, he was the absolute sweetest and so understanding, sending you sweet texts throughout the day, getting you flowers and ordering you your favorite food; knowing that you most likely forgot to eat. And yet you couldn't even spare the time to spend more time with him.

You watched as he scrunched his nose in annoyance and nuzzled his face deeper into the pillow as the sun shines on his face. You begin to feel restless as you continue to lay down, your mind not shutting off even though you've stayed up for the whole night. By the time you decided to stop studying, it was way past midnight and Lando was already asleep even though he tried to stay up for you.

You felt that guilt creep up and you let out a heavy sigh, you couldn't lay down anymore wasting time. You quietly sit up and move the blankets off your legs and move to get out of bed, but you pause when you hear a tired groan accompanied by your boyfriend's groggy voice “Where are you going?”

“To the bathroom, I'll be right back, go back to sleep baby” you spoke softly so you wouldn't pull him too much out of his sleep as you looked back at him. One of his hands was out from under the pillow as if he was reaching out from you to stop you from leaving, and that's what he intended to do, he was just far to sleep to open his eyes. Lando hummed sleepily “Mmkay hurry back . . . wanna cuddle.”

You leaned down and placed a soft but quick kiss on his forehead, a sleepy smile forming on his lips at the touch of your lips. You quickly leave the bed, knowing that if you stared at him any longer you wouldn't want to leave the bed. You quietly close the bathroom door behind you before turning on the light. You take your time brushing and flossing your teeth and brushing your hair out of your face, you try not to look at yourself for too long in the mirror. You could see that you were exhausted, the past week not only taking a toll on your mental state, but also your physical.

You can imagine Lando becoming impatient with how long you were taking in the bathroom if he hasn't fallen asleep yet, so you quickly finish up in the bathroom and shut off the light as you leave. You looked at your bed and for a second you believed Lando had fallen back asleep from how still he was, but you're proven wrong when he grabs the duvet and pulls it back for you, wanting you to lay next to him. Cute.

You fight the urge of wanting to escape to the living room to study and climb into bed, sliding under the blanket and right next to your sleepy boyfriend. You lay on your side, your hands under your face as you look at a barely awake lando. Lando pulls the blanket up to your shoulders and blinks the sleep out of his eyes, his eyes taking in every inch of your beauty. He could see your exhaustion in your eyes and face, but he thinks you're the prettiest girl ever.

Lando frowns and tucked the blanket under your neck, his thumb softly caressing your chin “You haven't slept.”

You didn't bother trying to lie, one you were too exhausted trying to come up with a good excuse and you also know it was no use too anyway. Lando knew you better than anyone else, sometimes even better than you. You sigh and break your eye contact before whispering “I tried.”

“You should have woken me up, I don't like that you were up alone” Lando continues to frown as he looks at you, feeling guilty because he wasn't up to help you. The thought of you lying awake all night made his heart hurt, he wished you woke him up and he wished he wasn't so tired last night and stayed up. He didn't care if the two of you laid in silence all night in each other's arms, because you would have done it together.

“I wasn't alone, i had you right next to me” you whispered sweetly as you pulled your hand out from under your face and pushed back his messy hair out of his eyes. A grin spreads across Lando's face at your romantic words and a cute giggle leaves his lips as he quickly moves forward, your body moving to lay on your back as he rolls on top of you. He settled comfortably between your legs, cradling your head with a gentle touch, leaning down and placing a soft kiss on your nose.

You giggle at the sudden change of position and scrunch your nose at the feeling of his soft lips on your nose, pecking it several times; he knew it made you ticklish. Your hands move up to hold his wrists as you look up into his beautiful eyes, your legs wrapping around his waist under the blanket. He holds your face softly, making sure you keep your eyes on him as he tries his best to make his voice sound stern “I’ll always be with you angel, but you need to rest. you've barely gotten any sleep all week.”

“I ⸺ “

“I'll help you study later; I promise. Just take a little nap with me . . . please” he quickly cut you off, his tone trailing off to a slight beg. He already knew what you were going to say, telling him how you desperately needed to study and that you couldn't waste any time. But he had full confidence in you, he knew you would do just fine in your exams, you were just psyching yourself out to an extreme.

Lando didn't break eye contact with you as he pulled out his secret weapon that always works on you, a small pout with his puppy dog eyes. You sigh as you look down at his lips, knowing what he was pulling on you and there was no way you could say no to those eyes, and you knew he wasn't going to stop until you agree “Hmm fine.”

Lando grins and kisses your nose one more time as he brings one of your hands down to pat your thigh, you unwrap your legs around his waist and sit up on your elbows as lando drops to your side, your body wanting to reach out for his warmth that you were already missing and craving. Lando lays on his back and opens his arms for you.

You scoot closer to lando and he pulls you into his arms and into a tight but comfortable hug, your head rests in the crook of his neck while you drape your leg over his midsection. Lando slips one of his hands under your shirt and starts rubbing your back, your eyes fluttering close at the soothing and comforting touch. Lando fights back a yawn and places a kiss on the top of your head before whispering, “I’ll be right here the whole time, i got you okay.”

You know what he meant, he wanted to let you know that you were safe in his arms, that you had nothing to fear, that he would protect you from your nightmares. Tears well in your eyes, because of the exhaustion or from the strong feeling of love you felt for him . . . you had a feeling it was the latter. You lean your head back, the movement catching lando’s attention and the two of you lock eyes as you spoke softly “I love you.”

Lando used his free hand that wasn't rubbing your back and gently grabbed your chin, tilting your head up more so he could lean down and take your lips into his for a slow but passionate kiss filled with love and reassurance. The kiss didn't last long but it took both of your breaths away. He slowly pulled away from your intoxicating lips and watched as you laid your head back on his chest, your body melting into his with tiredness. The sound of his heartbeat lulling you to sleep. He whispered breathlessly as his hold on you tightens, his own eyes closing.

“I love you more, now sleep darling.”

˖ ་ 💭 roro’s notes ( GAWD I HAVE SUCH A WEAKNESS FOR SWEET BF LANDO 😭 AND CONGRATS ON P3 LAN !!! )

°. — taglist ( @iloveyou3000morgan @copper-boom @cixrosie @partyinpitlane @ophcelia @toasttt11 )

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mrs-kmikaelson · 10 months

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02| The Tribrid

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x daughter!reader Summary: You (with reluctance) and Marcel go to the Mikaelson's party. While Marcel is busy trying to stir up trouble, you unexpectedly meet a few people. Warnings: none Words: 1.5K

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I clipped my earrings on and wiped away any of the red lipstick that might've smudged. I stepped back and looked at my ensemble in the mirror. I was wearing a black, long-sleeved velvet dress with a plunging neckline, and my hair was clipped up.

Damn, I look hot.

A knock on my door pulled me away from looking at myself and I hurried to slip on my heels before opening the door to Marcel who whistled. "Damn, Y/N/N." I held back a smirk, stepping out and locking the door. He glanced down at my shoes. "Red bottoms?"

"Damn right." He gave another whistle and I laughed.

For as long as I've known Marcel, it's been this way. We joke around and we flirt, and we've had a little fun sometimes, but it'd never go further than that. That's what makes it so perfect, even if he annoys me ninety percent of the time.

Cellie didn't bring a car because everything in the Quarter was in walking distance anyway- or at least that's what it seemed like to vampires.

"So what's the game plan?" I quizzed, nudging him on the shoulder as we walked. "You gonna walk in there and announce your presence with a mariachi band?"

"No," Marcel snorted like that isn't totally something he'd do. "I'm gonna walk in there, talk to my people, and if Klaus sees me then he sees me." He shrugged. "I'm not gonna waltz up to him or anything, but honestly, I hope he sees me and I hope he realizes that I'm not backing down."

I hummed. "So you aren't battling him for dominance?"

"I don't have to. Klaus may have built this city three hundred years ago, but when he left and everything went to hell, I was there to pick up the pieces." He was getting more passionate by the second. "The vampires don't respect Klaus. How could they? He's not a leader; he's a ruler."

Everything Marcel was saying was true. I knew all this about Klaus already, everybody did. Yet for some reason, hearing it still did something to me.

Because I knew a man like that couldn't possibly be okay with finding out he has a daughter, much less actually loving her.

But like always, I pushed through it and tried to look as indifferent as I could. After centuries, I've mastered the skill. "Can I try and say something insightful and... psych-majoresque?" He nodded, looking curious and so I went on. "It may be true that the vampires respect you more than Klaus; you've shown them more respect and care than he has. But will this shift of power affect everyone else the same way it will affect the vampires?" I asked him, his brows furrowing, but I elaborated further. "The witches haven't been able to use their magic under your rule, which, by the way, would've never happen if I were there. And the werewolves haven't been able to enter the quarter at all. Klaus is a werewolf. To the majority other than vampires, this shift either isn't changing anything or is bettering circumstances." Marcel looked speechless, but even if he were to form a response in the next few seconds, we were already at the compound, so he had no time to answer. I shrugged and decided to let him think about it and I walked into the compound without thinking.

Immediately, I was hit with a sea of people, the sound of tens of lives beating in my ears and the scent of alcohol. Of course, I walked to the bar right away. I'd need a drink to make it through this.

The place was decorated to the nines, but I could barely pay attention to any of that. Suddenly, it was my own heart thumping in my ears as I realized that the Mikaelsons were in this building. Klaus was in this building. I don't think I've ever gotten so close.

"Whiskey, please. Neat." The bartender nodded at my request and started pouring while I looked around the room for people I knew. People found me first though.

"Y/N?" I turned in my seat to see Thierry, making my nerves lessen and a smile arise on my face.

"Thierry Vanchure." I went in for a hug and examined him when I pulled out. "Still wearing the caps, huh?" He laughed and nodded.

"You got an analysis on that for me, doctor? Do I call you doctor now?" I shoved his shoulder as he snickered.

"Shut up. And no, you don't call me doctor." I shook my head, unable to shake my smile. Thierry was one of the most human vampires I've ever met; he was a sweet boy, never a bother to be around.

Thierry grinned and was about to say something else, but something caught his eye across the room. "Is that Marcel?" His smile dimmed a little bit and he touched my shoulder. "Hey, I'll talk to you a little later."

"Oh, okay." He got up and walked away, looking like he had tunnel vision and I tilted my head. Something was going on there, and Marcel did not tell me.

Typical.

I shook my head and opted to ignore for now and ask later. I got up and walked past the swarm of people, trying to avoid them actually, and beelined for where I knew the bathroom was.

I was just at the door when I stopped and slowly turned my head, walking backwards until I was face to face with a beautiful painting that had definitely not been there the last time I was here.

It was of a woman. The backs of her shoulders were as low as the painting got, but her face was blurred out. It wasn't anything show-stopping enough to catch so much attention, but if you knew beauty, then you knew that this was that.

"She's beautiful, isn't she?" My breath hitched in my throat as my head snapped to the intruder's voice. English, but with a faint accent, elegant-sounding and all.

Elijah Mikaelson.

My words got caught in my throat, but I quickly collected myself and put back on the mask that I wasn't scared. I laughed in half-fake-half-real surprise, agreeing, "Yes, I'd assume so," I gestured to the painting, "even though we can't see her face."

A ghost of a smile rose on Elijah's face and he stepped closer, hands in the pockets of his suit. He stopped when he was right next to me and stared at the painting. "My brother- Niklaus, paints in his spare time," he admits, glancing at me. He nodded to the painting. "This is his."

I stop my jaw from slacking because if there is a list of things I don't know about Klaus, that was definitely on it.

And I have to stop myself from being even more shocked that we share the same past-time.

"Oh, wow. That's incredible." I nodded to myself, not knowing what else to say. Honestly, I was praying he'd leave before I slipped up and said something I wasn't supposed to say.

Luck wasn't on my side, though, because Elijah looked away from the painting and suddenly his eyes locked on mine. Fuck. He tilted his head and asked, "Do I know you?" Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. I tilted my head back as if to show confusion and he added, "I'm sorry, you just look immensely familiar."

Fuuuuucccckkkkk.

In a split second, I came up with a half-lie that was pretty believable. I laughed again, "You definitely might've seen me around before. I'm Marcel's friend," I held my hand out, "Y/N."

His brows rose and I saw questions in his eyes, but I knew I'd just averted his thoughts to ones I'd be able to deal with more easily.

He shook my hand and repeated, "You're a friend of Marcel?"

"Yeah, don't worry, though; I'm not here to cause any ruckus. I just live in the Quarter, is all."

Elijah didn't look completely convinced, but it was enough for me that my identity was (hopefully) not in question.

He looked like he was about to say something else, but suddenly, a woman walked up to us, calling Elijah's name and catching his attention.

My nose caught her scent before my eyes saw her face. When I looked up, I was looking at the pregnant werewolf from the alleyway yesterday.

My eyes widened and she mirrored the action.

"You?"

"Werewolf girl?" We spoke in unison, Elijah looking in between us both with furrowed brows. I shook my head. "What are you still doing in the Quarter?"

Werewolf girl responded, "I live here. In this exact building, actually." My eyes widened again, and she answered the question I was just about to ask. "The baby's dad insists on it."

My brows frowned as I looked to Elijah. "That doesn't make sense," I nodded to him, "he's a vampire."

"Yes, but Klaus is a hybrid." I stared at her blankly for a few seconds before what she said washed over me.

A hybrid and a human werewolf.

Klaus Mikaelson is having a baby.

#klaus mikaelson x reader #klaus x daughter!reader #klaus mikaelson #elijah mikaelson #hayley marshall #the originals #angst #imagines #tvdu #tvd #tvd fandom

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poisonedprose · 9 months

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1.5k follower event ! - 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂 𝐖𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄

carrd - nav - masterlists - event m.list - reqs

im so grateful that i get to write and create content for you all to enjoy. writing is my passion and it makes me incredibly happy that i get to share my passion with you all— and im even happier that youve all decided to stick around and support me! i love you all to the moon and to saturn <33 i was a little stuck on what i should do for a 1.5k celly so this is a short one! these prompts are based on some of my favorite songs, i hope you all enjoy and participate in this celebration! i love when people interact with my cellys so please feel free to send as many asks as you want 🫶🫶

event will run from EVENT OVER

fandoms this event includes ; alice in borderland, stranger things, the last of us, resident evil 2 + 3 + 4, cod mw

𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 - i will make a 9 picture moodboard that matches your blog theme! (followers only)

𝙗𝙖𝙜 𝙤𝙛 𝙗𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨 - i will make a 6 picture moodboard based on your name!

𝙜𝙞𝙗𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 - send me a scenario and i will write a blurb and create a playlist!

𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮'𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙤𝙡 - ask me any questions and ill answer 100% honestly!

𝙠𝙮𝙤𝙩𝙤 - send in a song and character and i will write a short fic about it!

tagging moots ! (im sorry) ; @antiiangels @arklaytears @eitaababe @fan-therapy @fxllfaiiry @goreradio @hermizery @ir3nic-sluvv @konigsluvr @kxjbr @l4venderf4iry @leemonsblog @melancholyhigh @nadiasgf @ouchvns @piinkfairys @plixy @puriangel @quuquito @saintlulls @spideychai @starryririn @tattasgf @toykoskies @vinniethepanini

#! ꕤ ₊˚✧ vira's listening party #alice in borderland #alice in borderland x reader #stranger things #stranger things x reader #the last of us #the last of us x reader #resident evil 2 #resident evil 2 x reader #resident evil 3 #resident evil 3 x reader #resident evil 4 #resident evil 4 x reader #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare x reader

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lonewolflink · 30 days

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...the glossary of hockey terms for ch. 5 of wheel snipe celly is 1.5k all on its own LOL

there's a lot of hockey in this chapter!!!!!!!!!!!! holy shit lmao

#wsc #hockey au #wheel snipe celly #ryeji

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sc0tters · 5 months

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hi my lovelies! I’m quickly coming here to thank you all so much for 1.5k followers.

seriously if you told me I’d be hitting that before the end of the year I’d say you were lying.

everything each of you do for my works, the likes, the comments, the messages in the inbox. I see and hear and smile at. seriously none of this would have been done without you all so for that I am forever grateful to each and everyone of you.

I don’t want to end this on an upset note but I have taken down 12 days of winter (kinkmas is still up!) because right now it’s just too much for me to do without getting overwhelmed and would rather do less that is done better than more than I’m not happy with.

but we are getting a celly in the coming weeks when requests open up again!

love you always 🫶

#amber rambles

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silverstonesainz-archive · 2 years

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i have decided that i will release the final part of wtia & the second part of more when i hit 1.5k as a celly hehehe

#i’m at 1.3k if anyone was wondering #d rambles

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seasonsbloom · 2 years

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"I can't believe we just did that." "Why not?" "I don't know. Maybe because we're at your parents' place and they might have heard us."

w yummy man of the hour rooster 🫶

♡ pairing ; rooster x reader

♡ wc ; 400

♡ warnings ; 18+ only, minors do NOT interact; non-explicit sexual content, little bit of cringe I guess

♡ note ; roma :(((( thanks for the request!!!

“I can’t believe we just did that,” you whisper, voice still heavy with the fading weight of your moans.

Bradley grunts and rolls off you, flopping onto his back. The sheets, soft blue cotton, move in oceanic motions around his shoulders. In the low, orange glow of the bedside table, you let your eyes wander over the freckled expanse of his chest, the red streaks your fingernails painted over his shoulders, the leftovers of your wetness glistening on his mustache.

It’s such a sinful sight it drives the blood into your cheeks. Ridiculous, considering what you’ve just done.

“Why not?” he asks, one hand going to card a few strands of hair off his forehead, while he angles the other to shove carefully beneath your shoulder and pull you against him. You go easily, flatten your front to his side and hook your chin over his chest. Your warm, quickened breath collects in the dip below his clavicle.

“I don’t know,” you say, and let the sarcasm drip into the words. “Maybe because we’re at your parents’ place and they might have heard us.”

You still feel the burning of his mustache high up on your thighs, the traces of his fingers just above the knees where he held you spread open, blooming like heat beneath the skin.

Bradley frowns, and then he says, his voice a little more forceful than warranted, “Penny and Mav aren’t my parents.”

You squint at him. “They might as well be.”

“I sure hope not,” Rooster mutters, dropping his head back against the pillow with a low thud to blink up at the ceiling. “I had a few pretty steamy sex dreams about Penny when I was like eighteen.”

“Oh God, Bradley!”

He catches your hand before you can swatch at his chest, grinning at you. Then he pulls your knuckles up to his lips and presses a soft, lingering kiss to them.

“Seriously,” you say, even as you blink at him with the first tentative hands of sleep tugging at your ankles, “you think they heard us?”

Bradley sighs and nuzzles his face into the side of your neck. “Isn’t that half the fun?”

In the morning, over pancakes and orange juice, when Amelia starts talking about the stray cats she heard fighting in the night and Penny and Mav grin at you like they know exactly what was going on under their roof, it’s actually not all that funny. It’s pretty mortifying.

(Doesn't keep you from doing the same thing come Christmas, though.)

#rooster #bradley bradshaw #rooster x reader #rooster imagine #top gun imagine #bradley bradshaw x reader #mine #drabble #roosterdrabble #1.5k celly

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kolsmikaelson · 1 year

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hi guys, it’s 1.5k celly time <3. i haven’t done one of these in a while but i’m trying to be more active and get more interactions on here again so i thought what better way to do that than a celebration? i love n appreciate y’all for the support i’ve gotten on this blog <3.

rules : read the list and send an ask with the emoji that goes with what you’d like. anyone can send anything in from now until january 27th. if i get any asks after then i will not be answering them. block the tag ‘1.5k celebration’ if you don’t want your dash clogged with these posts :).

🕷️ ; cast your mutuals (ex: cym as fruits)

🪡 ; social media edit with whichever character or player you send from one of these lists. give me a scenario if you’d like. (birthday post with wednesday addams) list 1. list 2.

🪨 ; blurb request, 200-600 words a piece. send a character/player from one of the lists above and a scenario or prompt that you have in mind.

🫧 ; send me a description of yourself, some things you like, and one of the following fandoms and i’ll tell you who i ship you with. ( fandoms ; hockey, marvel, tsitp, wednesday, house of the dragon, star wars, outer banks, stranger things )

🎱 ; mutuals only, send me this and i’ll tell you my first impressions of you/your blog.

🎤 ; q&a, ask me anything!

tagging some mutuals ; @2manytabsopen @boqvistsbabe @honeymunson @ilyasorokinn @samevansism @sunshinefarabees @hugheshugs @timstuetzle @jostystyles @lavenderacademia @lhugh

#1.5k celebration

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httpiastri · 5 months

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santa tell me with liam and “you just lying there and looking pretty is enough for me” 😏😏

liam 🥺🥺 thank u for sending this in sweetheart aaaaaa all of my liam fics have gotten stuck in my drafts for so long, finally time to post something……

"liam- fuck!"

the filthy sounds leaving you has your boyfriend smiling into your folds, humming in satisfaction. your hands grasp the bed covers as a wave of pleasure washes over you, your vision turning black and your mind growing hazy.

liam's touch is soft and innocent now, much unlike how he's been up until this moment and much unlike how your body responds to it. his thumbs brush the insides of your thighs, lips leaving sweet kisses leading up to the skin right below your belly button as he helps you come down from your nth climax of the night.

you'd missed him so badly ever since he last left. his warmth, his comfort, his touch. when you told him that you hadn't been able to come since he last left, none of your toys or your own touch being as good as his, you hadn't expected to end up like this; already fucked out by just his fingers and tongue, your body completely worn out on his first night back. he had been away for f1 and super formula duties for too long, so many weeks without any time to come home. you were practically starved of him – and he wanted to make up for it.

pride swells in his chest at the way your legs shake and your chest heaves for air, a little grin growing on his lips as he moves his hands up to stroke the sides of your ribs. "there we go," he hushes, lips trailing up your stomach. "you're doing so good..."

when you open your eyes, he looks so content, like he's so lucky he's won the lottery. in his mind, he has – to have this beautiful view before his eyes is something only the world's most lucky man could wish for. it all drives him crazy; your pretty lips slightly parted, your dazy eyes and your flushed cheeks.

a drop of your cum rests on his bottom lip, and you let your thumb swipe across it before landing on the side of his cheek. you pull his face down to yours and kiss him, tasting yourself on his tongue when he licks into you. liam must have some kind of superpower of never getting tired because even now, when he's jetlagged and exhausted after working so much, his entire focus is on you and your body. his hands move up and down your body, thumbs dipping inside your bra and gently brushing over your sensitive nipples. you reluctantly part from the kiss, keeping him close enough for his lips to brush yours as you speak. "my turn now," you tell him, hands palming his broad shoulders as you blink up at him. you then move them further down, fingers grazing his abs before reaching the hemline of his boxers.

but, liam shakes his head. he sits down on his heels, hands wrapping around your wrists. "no way."

"hey," you start, frowning. "you've done so much for me..." you wriggle your hands out of his grasp, reaching down to wrap one hand around his dick and letting a thumb rub over the tip through his underwear. "let me give you something back."

he lets out a shaky breath at the feeling, eyes shutting instantly as he leans forward to grab your sides again. your hands around him for the first time in so long feel so much better than he remembered, and he throws his head back slightly, showing off his beautiful neck and the way his adam's apple bobs when he gulps. he lets you pump him a couple of times as his grip grows firmer, basking in the sensations spreading through his body. but when your hands move up to pull his boxers down, he stops you again. "you're sweet, but no. you don't need to."

you stare up at him with a puzzled look.

"you just lying there and looking pretty is enough for me." you swat at his shoulder, a faint blush reaching your cheeks. you're just about to argue when he shuts you up by leaning down to kiss you again. he presses against you harder than before, the way his hips brush against yours drawing out a whine from the back of your throat. he pulls away, giving your nose a quick peck. "will you let me fuck you properly now, my pretty girl?" he asks as he nudges his tip against your entrance, only a thin layer of fabric separating the two.

you hang your arms around his neck, batting your eyes at him. you can't stop the pout from reaching your lips. "please, liam."

and who is he to deny his girl when she's begging so nicely?

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