#chase stokes angst

[sugarcoatedstarkey]

On my boat? p2

Pairings- John B Routledge x fem!reader

Summary- John B comes crawling back.

Warnings- Smut. A lil bit of fluff and angst, but mostly sexual intercourse, hair pulling, scratching, Oral, language. (18+)

A/n- part one incase you missed it

You had kept yourself busy since sleeping with John B, staying away from Tanny hill in case you ran into Sarah. Though you doubted she would do anything, the fight wouldn’t end very well for her.

Your phone had been on silent for the past 15 days, the day after the boat, John B had tried calling you multiple times. But you didn’t want to get involved in the drama, you slept with him to help him get back at Sarah. You hadn’t slept with him hoping he’d want you back.

But apparently that’s exactly what John B wanted, he wanted you. He didn’t want Sarah, he told her it was over.

So when he turned up at your door one night, you were shocked. Your facial expressions portraying exactly that, he gave you his famous grin. “Hey” you stated, guarding yourself behind the door.

“Hey, I’ve been trying to reach you”

“I’ve been busy”

“Well can we talk? About the other night?” He questions, his palm pushes on the door slightly. It nudges against your shoulder but you stay put, not letting him into your house.

“No John B, I don’t think we need to” you state, you start to close the door. His scuffed sneaker blocking it from closing, his eyes beg you to listen to what he has to say.

“Seriously, it’s not going to happen. We broke up John B, you can’t come crawling back because Sarah hooked up with Topper… you got even. It’s done”

He sees the betrayal behind your eyes, he knows he shouldn’t be doing this to you. He had broken your heart once before by moving onto Sarah so soon after the break up, it wasn’t right for him to be trying to get you back.

So he let you close the door this time, you watched him through the peephole hole. He stayed rooted in his spot for a few more minutes before he finally walked away, you hadn’t expected it to be so easy.

A small part of you feeling crushed he didn’t fight harder to get inside, fight harder to tell you why he was coming around.

But you turned around and kept pushing his face to the back of your mind, kept going on with life and pretending you didn’t want him back in your life.

You hadn’t expected any of the pogues to be at the house party of your friend James, you knew they didn’t really have time for drinking and normal lives now that they were involved with the gold.

So when you see John B standing in the corner of the room, talking to Pope and eyes searching the sea of bodies. You couldn’t stop yourself from ducking, zigzagging your way through open gaps until you were outside.

“Great” you mumbled, eyes falling on Sarah Cameron and Topper. Of course, the two of them however ignored you. That was until you felt a hand on your shoulder and suddenly Sarah was staring at you. “Hey”.

You turn your body slightly, John B stares down at you with his boyish grin. His sun kissed skin glowing under the moonlight, you offer him a small smile and let him give you a hug. “Hey John B”.

“Want to get a drink?” He questions, nodding his head over to the messy table in the corner. Far enough away that Sarah couldn’t watch on, you nod your head before you can talk yourself out of leaving the party and follow beside him. “How are you?” You question, small talk was never your forte.

“Sarah and I broke up”

“Oh… I’m sorry”

That’s why he was coming around and wanting to talk to you.

He shrugs, taking a sip from the red solo cup in his hand. You reach across the table and grab the bottle of tequila, the exact same brand you two had been drinking a few weeks ago. “Shots?”

He repeats his actions from last time, grabbing the bottle and taking a swig. You copy but keep your eyes trained on him from the side, his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows harshly.

A small trickle of tequila escapes from your mouth, running down your lip, falling from your chin and landing on your chest.

“Can we go somewhere private” he questions, the tequila is doing the thinking and you're pulling him away from the party. Throwing all warnings out the window, you can feel his friend's eyes on the two of you.

Sarah’s eyes bored holes in your fingers that looped John B’s belt, you pretended not to notice them. Giving him a nudge into the secluded pool house, you don’t bother turning the light on. The fairy lights from outside give you both enough light to see.

“I didn’t fuck you because I wanted to get back together… I fucked you because you deserved to get even” you state, your bodies are close. He’s looking down at you and you can just make out the chocolate brown of his eyes. “So, you wouldn’t be into the idea of getting back together?” He questions, dropping his head a little lower.

Your mouths linger against one another, his hand cups your right cheek. Thumb caressing your chin, pulling slightly to open your mouth for him. “What?” You whisper, chest rising and falling heavier.

“I miss you”

“You miss the idea of me”

“No, I miss you Y/N… I need you, I physically ache without you, my brain won’t stop thinking about you… I can taste your lips, I can feel the warmth of your body”

“Stop John B”

“I can’t… I physically can not Y/N, I’m so sorry for the way things ended. I’m so sorry for bringing you into this mess, I fucked up and I will spend the rest of my life making up for it”

You push up on the balls of your feet and gently press your lips to his, you can feel the thudding of both your heart beats in your ears. You surrender yourself under his touch, his fingers dance up the length of your arm until he’s cupping your face with both hands.

The kiss becomes heated, both your breathing is heavy. Your mouth parted letting his tongue slip inside, his lips are warm and soft against your own. You could feel the soft tickle of his breath on your upper lip.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your chest against his. His hands moving from your cheeks to your waist, he begins walking you backwards.

The back of your knees meet the small bed, pushing you until you lay down completely. His body hovering over your own, you part your legs enough to let him kneel between. “Do you think… you should be rushing back into this?” You stutter, his mouth sucking at your neck has your thoughts all over the place.

You had told yourself you didn’t need him, that you needed to move on from the idea of having John B in your life again. But, here you were. Spread, wet and desperate for him. You couldn’t keep lying to yourself, you wanted him. Not just in a sexual way, you wanted his mind, body and soul.

The feeling of his warm hand on your thigh has you snapping out of your thoughts, you nudge John B on the chest. He pulls away from you, soft chocolate eyes meet yours. “Answer me”

“Sarah and I have been over for a long time… things got too much when we were stranded on that island, we just didn’t know how to end it” John B states, his eyes flickering to the door of the pool room. “Her kissing Topper just helped make it easier to call it quits”.

You nod your head, understanding sometimes you just need something to solidify why you needed to break up. “I totally get that… but do you think us sleeping together is what you need?”.

“I need you Y/N, I needed you the moment I laid eyes on you the other night… I needed you when you left, the past 15 days, I needed you when I turned up to your house, when I saw you duck and run from me.”

Your cheeks flush bright red, embarrassed that he had noticed you hiding from him. Your heart thumping, the sound travelling to your ear drums, you push on his chest and guide him down onto the bed. Straddling his waist, pressing your palms to his abs.

“John B, if we do this… You need to be certain your done with Sarah”

“I am... I promise pretty girl”

You kiss his lips, silencing the both of you. Your body ached for him, grinding your hips against his. He deepens the kiss, running his tongue on your lower lip.

“I could kiss you forever” he mumbles, placing open mouth kisses down your throat. Warning signs went off behind your eyes, telling you this would end badly. But you squeezed them shut to rid the thoughts, you’d deal with the repercussions later.

“Show me how much you need me” You murmur, eyes pleading with his. He gives you a grin and scoops your chin between his palm, enveloping your lips with his.

Pulling you down so you lay on him, holding your waist with his other hand. The hand that held your chin moved to tuck the strands of hair behind your ear only to move them down your neck to hold you in place.

“Need you here” he mumbles against your lips, kissing his way down your neck to your collarbone. “Here”.

His fingers fiddle with the buttons of your dress, exposing your triangle bathing suit. Cleavage exposed, his lips travel down until he’s sucking dark marks on your cleavage. “Here”.

You're mesmerised by his touch, your body tingling with excitement. You watch quietly as he moves the flimsy material of your bathing suit and exposes your breasts. Your nipples hardening from the cool air, his mouth takes them in. Sucking on them until you were grinding your core into his bulge.

“Here”.

“John B, I need you to touch me” you beg, your arousal drenched your panties. Soaking his shorts as you moved your hips against his. “Please”.

“I thought I was showing you how much I needed you” he chuckles, his fingers massaging the swell of your breast. You back arching into his touch. “Show me how much you need me by giving me an orgasm”.

He nods his head, placing his hand on your upper back and one around your bum. Swapping you both around until you sat at the end of the bed, he shoots you a quick look as though to ask for permission.

You grip the waistband of your panties and pull them down your leg, your arousal dripping onto your thighs. “Needy” he whispers, pushing you down onto the bed before you can respond.

He parts your legs wide, staring directly into your core. You clench around nothing, pussy weeping for him to fill you up. “So pretty” he whispers, kissing his way up from your ankles until his breath fanned over your aching core.

Just as you begin to pull yourself up from the bed to hurry him along he brings his fingers to your folds, spreading you so his mouth can swallow your clit.

Your head drops back onto the mattress, back arching at the simple touch. “Fuck” you gasp, clenching your fingers around the material of the bed.

He moves your legs, bending them and pushing them up against your stomach. Opening you wider for him, his tongue slipping into your core, circling his tongue against your walls. “Jesus Christ!” You exclaim, your vision is blurry.

“Just me baby girl” John B chuckles, he’s inserting two fingers inside of you while his tongue laps at your clit. Your body is shaking, pleasure courses through your veins. “I’m gonna cum!” You cry, your walls pulsate around his fingers as he adds a third, angling them up against your g spot.

Your orgasm hits you at full force, knocking the breath out of you. Your legs shake against the bed, eyes squeezed shut as you let the pleasure rock you. “Shit shit shit”.

“That’s how much I need you”

You don’t give yourself time to recover, you're reaching for him. You needed him more than ever, shaky hands fumbling with the string of his shorts. He helps you remove his clothes, his cock swaying proudly.

“I’m going to fuck you now” he states, lining himself up against your hole. Your arms find home around his neck, both of your eyes training on where he eases himself in.

You both exhale, your fingernails scratch at his sun kissed skin. Chewing on your lower lip, he begins to rock his hips against you. His hair tickles your chin, his arms pulling you flush against him.

“You're perfect… I’ve missed you so much”.

“Show me how much… show me by fucking me hard… and fast”.

A switch seems to go off inside his head, he pulls your body away from the bed. Changing the position, your knees meet the mattress. He pushes you down until your cheeks press against the sheets, his hips connect with the swell of your ass.

His heavy balls hitting at your swollen clit with each thrust. The grip he has on your hips is harsh, red marks that are going to bruise. His cock hits deep into you, nudging at your sweet spot.

“Fuck… pretty girl, your magic” he exclaims, his hands run up the length of your back until they grip around the locks of hair, pulling you slightly away from the bed. “Your pussy is the best goddamn pussy I’ve ever had”.

You're clenching around him, his words stirring something inside of you. “Fuck.. John B, harder please!”. He quickened his pace, you try to look behind you but the grip on your hair stops you from doing so.

The sound of your skins meeting in the middle fills the small room, you can hear the bass from the music outside. You only just realise the curtains are open, anyone could walk by right now and see the predicament you were in.

This just has you more aroused, your soaking his thick cock. The wet sound has you arching your back and pushing back into him, your moans are growing louder and a sheen of sweat glistens on both your bodies.

“Shit… babe-”

Your words are cut short as he pulls out of you and repositions you, your legs straddling him. He pulls you down against him, his cock deep inside of you.

His hand presses against your lower stomach as he helps you move against him again, your body bouncing harshly as you chase your high. He can himself deep inside of you, grunts of pleasure leave his lips.

His eyes train on your breasts as they bounce with each thrust, he pulls himself up slightly to capture one between his lips. Sucking and pulling at your nipples, your finger nails dig into his skin.

Hips grinding and circling against him, the familiar tingle spreads from your toes up to the hair on your head. Goosebumps litter your body, arching your back as the wave of pleasure hits you once more and you're coming around his cock, walls sucking him as deep as humanly possible. “Fuck!”

“Oh shit… shit shit shit” John B cries, he grips your hips. His own hips stuttering against yours as he orgasm floods through him, he pulls out of you, his cum coating his lower stomach.

You move to sit next to him, regaining your breath. Your eyes meet his and he moves to kiss your lips.

“I promise to make up for everything, I promise to prove to you everyday why it was a good idea for you to take me back.. I promise to be better” John B states, his hand cups your face. Thumb caressing your cheek, you give him a soft smile.

All you could do was move forward, you can forgive and forget and see where the future takes you both. “Okay, let’s do this”.

You meet in the middle, lips pressed together once again.

Tagging people who wanted part 2 @novxturient @thirsty4nonlivingmen @thekidscallmebossss @bigenergy777 @gillybear17 🖤

#john b x y/n #john b outer banks #john b x reader #john b x you #john b imagine #john b routledge #john b obx #john b smut #john b fanfiction #john b one shot #john b routledge smut #john b routledge x reader #john b routledge x you #john b angst #john b fluff #chase stokes smut #chase stokes fluff #chase stokes angst #outerbanks smut #obx smut #outerbanks angst #outerbanks fluff #outerbanks fic

[shayjuly-blog]

I don’t wanna be that girl but I’m gonna be that girl

Rafe girl since literally the second he showed up on screen in season 1 here. Literally everyone I knew called me psycho for liking him but now everyone’s on his d***. Fellow rafe season 1 girls we deserve compensation for what people put us through.

#obx fic #obx fanfiction #jj obx #jiara obx #cleo obx #obx season 3 #outer banks #netflix #drew starkey #chase stokes #madeline cline #rafe smut #rafe angst #rafe cameron #rafe obx #rafe outer banks #rafe x reader #rafe x you #rafe cameron fic

[starkseph]

you write so well 😍😍 ! can you write a part 2 of your last fic which we can call Right People Wrong Time with drew, maybe they both met again during poguelandia event and reader starts seeing drew with his bff/ gf odessa ( i really don’t know if they’re together or not ) and reader leaves the event in tears so all the cast/fans start worrying for her bc she isn’t the same sunny y/n, so she posts a little update lying that she’s fine but deep down she’s really not ok

RIGHT PEOPLE WRONG TIME PT 2

Thank you sm for the support❤️ I started writing a continuation for this so I’m glad it’s wanted haha hope you enjoy this one! Also, wrote this one from a different perspective..do you prefer 1st person or 3rd let me know!

Requests: open

•••••

It had been months since Drew and Y/N had last seen each other. They had parted ways on good terms during filming, but there was still an ache in Y/N's heart whenever she thought about Drew. She had tried to move on, but it seemed like every time she took a step forward, something reminded her of him.

That's why when she heard that Drew would be attending the Poguelandia event, she was torn between excitement and dread. She knew she wanted to see him again, but she also knew it would be painful to see him with his rumored girlfriend, Odessa.

As soon as Y/N arrived at the event, she spotted Drew and Odessa walking arm in arm. Her heart sank, and she had to fight back tears. She tried to keep her distance, but as fate would have it, they ended up in the same group for one of the activities.

Y/N tried her best to keep a smile on her face and pretend everything was fine, but she could feel her facade slipping. Eventually, she couldn't take it anymore and excused herself, making a beeline for the exit.

She walked outside, tears streaming down her face. She didn't even bother to grab her jacket, she just needed to get out of there. As she walked, she felt her phone buzzing in her pocket. She didn't want to answer it, but when she saw it was a message from one of her fellow cast members Rudy Pankow, she relented.

"Hey, are you okay? You seemed off back there."

Y/N took a deep breath and tried to steady her voice as she typed out her response. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just feeling a little overwhelmed."

The messages kept coming, from fans and castmates alike. Everyone was worried about her. She knew she should respond, but she didn't have the energy. Instead, she posted a quick update on social media, saying that she was okay, but had to leave the event early.

@yourusername

250k likes Hey my luvs, just wanted to let you all know that I'm okay. I had to leave the event early because I had some other things to take care of, but I appreciate all the concern and well wishes. Thank you for your support! #P4L

As soon as she hit send, she regretted it. She knew she was lying, and she hated that people were worried about her. But it was too late now, she couldn't take it back.

The rest of the day was a blur. Y/N went back to her hotel room and tried to distract herself, but it was no use. She was consumed by thoughts of Drew and Odessa. She felt like a fool for letting herself get so worked up over someone who clearly didn't feel the same way about her.

As the night wore on, Y/N's phone kept buzzing. She tried to ignore it, but eventually, curiosity got the better of her. She opened her messages to find an outpouring of love and support from fans and castmates alike.

Slowly, a smile crept onto her face. She realized that even though she was hurting, she wasn't alone. She had a whole community of people who loved and cared about her. And maybe, just maybe, that was enough to get her through this.

#drew starkey #drew starkey one shot #drew starkey x y/n #drew starkey x reader #outer banks #rudy pankow #chase stokes #rafe obx #rafe cameron #rafe x you #rafe angst

[drewsbabee]

I love you might not be enough. (2)

A/N Hello! Hope you all enjoyed the first part! Don't know how this is going to go but I really wanted to do a few parts for this! Enjoy!

angst (with a smidge of fluff if u squint real hard LOL)

Drew’s pov

"Why did that feel like a goodbye? that wasn't a goodbye right?" I hear Chase whisper to Rudy 

I could feel Rudy's frustration at the situation. Hell, I wanted to grab a glass from the table and smash it towards the wall

"Drew where are you going?" I hear Elaine ask me

I hadn't even realized I stood up.

Rudy looked at me concerned as I shook my head scoffing at the girls. 

"I'm going home."

"to her? drew just stay out with us for a bit we never see you anymore" I hear Madison bite out “It’s like she takes all of your time,”

Not being able to hold it back any longer I burst.

"I love her. I love her more than I can ever describe and to have the people I call family absolutely degrade her and make her feel any less welcome makes my heart hurt for the woman I absolutely adore... All she wanted was to get to know you all and you wouldn't let her!"

"Drew..." I hear Mads start

"I really don't want to hear it. I don't want to hear that she isn't good enough or that she doesn't fit in. You don't think she hears that enough on a daily from the media? You don't think she constantly questions if she is enough for me? FOR ME? god... she's more than fucking enough."

it was silent for a few moments before I speak again

"she didn't want me to choose... my sweet girl selfish enough to want me but not selfish enough to keep me" I laugh lightly "she will always put others before her... it's one of the things that made me fall in love with her"

I take a deep breath and rub my temples in frustration.

“I love you guys but I fucking love her... so yea I wanna go home to her, but I- I guess I can't. because in one night I lost the one person that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. the one person who showed me how it felt to be loved so fucking hard it physically hurts... all it took was one fucking night." I say scoffing with tears pooling in my eyes

Rudy and Chase come up to me.

"we're gonna take him home," Rudy states placing an arm on my shoulder

not wanting to hear another word, I shrug his hand off lightly and walk out for a cig. 

Shortly after I feel the boys stand next to me.

"you know I haven't craved a cig since our first date, yea I’ve had an occasional smoke here and there  but I never felt the need to smoke anytime I was with her," I say softly laughing under my breath and twirling the cig around my fingers

"Drew..." I hear Chase start 

"I planned a future with her" I laugh bitterly "I wanted her to meet all of you first. I wanted forever with that girl. And the only reason why I hadn't introduced you guys earlier was that I wanted to be selfish. I wanted something that was my business and not everyone else's. I just wanted to keep her to myself for just a while longer"

Laughing at the non-humorous situation, I turn to the boys "thank you, for making her feel welcomed…I know she appreciated it"

"I can go check up on her," I hear rudy say laying a hand on my shoulder "She's the only person who's managed to become my best friend in a night" he jokes

I look up at him gratefully 

"can you-" I say before swallowing the lump in my throat "can you tell her I love her..."

Rudy nods before pulling me into a hug "don't let anyone take your happiness Drew. Not this time"

#drew starkey x y/n #drew starkey #drew starkey imagine #drew starkey x reader #obx #rafe cameron #drew starkey angst #obx angst #obx x reader #obx imagine #rafe cameron x reader #rudy pankow #chase stokes #drew starkey fanfiction

[babeydollx]

John B Routledge Masterlist

☾ - Smut | ୨୧ - Fluff | ❅ - Angst | ♤ - Dark Content |

୨୧ Imagines ୨୧

↳ nothing yet...

୨୧ Series/Parters ୨୧

↳ Friends With Benefits (☾): One | Two

୨୧ Headcannons ୨୧

↳ nothing yet...

#obx #outer banks #outerbanks #obx smut #smut #fluff #angst #john b #johnb #john b routledge #johnbroutledge #john #b #routledge #j. routledge #john b smut #john b fluff #john b angst #chase stokes #outer banks smut #chasestokes #chase #stokes #c. stokes #chase stokes smut #chase stokes x reader #chase stokes x female reader #babeydollx

[adventuresinobx]

Coming up...

So thought I’d do a little what’s coming up type thing cos I’m super excited for a lot of these fics - and it also helps me to write it all down! 😂😂

(Also I would super appreciate if you’d let me know what you want next and I’ll try and work on it in that order! I also need some help with some requests / ideas for an insecurity blurb series which is detailed below)!

The rest of the kink blurb series! You can check out the others so far here!

Chase Stokes - choking kink (and a breeding kink!)

Drew Starkey - good girl kink (and a spit kink!)

JJ Maybank - roleplay kink 👀👀

Tension Part 2. A (super dom!) Rafe Cameron fic, which follows directly on from this which started as an enemies to lovers acquaintances who fuck, and has ended up being just completely filled with smut!

Miami Part 2. Where Chase has started to fall in love with a girl he’d been enjoying some friends with benefits thing with 👀 (First part is here!)

A fic about Rudy, which has been on my list forever! This is the summary! You have a thing for Rudy when he’s dressed as his OBX character. Turned on by how he looks good on set, you two try to get some relief in his trailer. Interrupted, you’re forced to stop and wait until you get home. When you finally arrive at the house, you show him what you’ve stolen from set - JJ’s rings.

Big Plans - a JJ Maybank fic, which is set two months on from Hooked, which you can read here. Basically, they continue their romance in secret - and there’s even going to be a little angst (my first attempt at angst!)

A cute little Drew Starkey one shot where he’s being the best boyfriend and all soft and fluffy after you’ve had a bad day at work 💕

I also really enjoyed working on the above blurb series! So I’ve got another one planned - which is going to be the same format above, but it’ll focus on the reader’s insecurities and how the character / actor helps her through it. So if anyone has any ideas for insecurities they’d like me to write about, please reply to this post or drop me a message and I’ll do my best to make it a reality! (@starkeyobx has already given me a Drew idea, but please feel free to submit any more Drew ideas too.) If more than one person asks for any actor / character, I will do them all - but I’ll do at least one for each of them anyway ❤️

My main masterlist is here if you want to read any of my fics!

(And if you read as far as this, thank you lol).

(tagging my taglist 💕 @starkeyobx @lovelyhedgehog44 @gryffindorpouge11 @jjmaybankmakesmecry @pankowforlife @bayy2452 @proactivetypeofgirl @hoebx @fangirlfree @severa-kane @lovedetlost @slutforsmutsstuff @smokingbeersdrinkingweed @raiinyhood @samxslaughter @valeriiecameron @burgstead @mayceelou @babeyglo @infatuatedjanes @ailee-celeste @malums-trash-can @tenaciousperfectionunknown)

#chase stokes smut #drew starkey smut #jj maybank smut #rafe cameron smut #rudy pankow smut #jj maybank angst #jj maybank fluff #chase stokes fluff #austin north fluff #rudy pankow fluff #rafe cameron fluff #john b routledge fluff

[ineylesian]

— INHERITENLY UNJUST DESTINY

AVENTURINE X READER

AO3 | NAVIGATION

WORD COUNT — 900

WARNINGS — slight 2.1 spoilers, lowk angst, word vomit about aventurine’s lack of self esteem, sappy unconditional positive regard, handsy aven bc he’s touch starved, preesetablished relationship

SUMMARY — aventurine does not understand the twist of fate that allows him to stand beside you.

AUTHOR’S NOTE — the lack of official aventurine art is making me gnaw at the bars of my enclosure, sloppy headers for now!!

Aventurine isn’t sure how to feel. 

The low hues of noon cast a gentle light upon his gloves, giving light to the sea of shattered stones that lie in his grasp. A sea of dazzling green, torn and fragmented beyond repair.

He’s sure he sees it now, a reflection of the wildly wretched life he’s lived sitting in the palms of his hands. The remnants of the only control he’s managed to retain in his life frail as dust in the winds. SIlent he remains, still as a pound dog that has had its bone ripped away from it. 

It isn’t until he feels the ghost of your hands along his own that Aventurine realizes his heart is racing. You spin him to face you, and his heart lurches at the worry that etches itself upon your features. He fights with narratives in his head that play games of fallacies, yet the scorch of his devotion to you leaves his tongue tied.

Facades are a game that come like second nature to Aventurine, but he swears he will not do to you what he deems business in his schemes. Instead, he pulls at what little honesty remains in the depths of his heart and his breath shutters. 

“Guess I’m back to where I was five years ago.”

The words come out quiet, too soft for his nature and simply small. It’s a confession that makes him wonder how many other pieces of his life will break apart until the whole is severed. There’s a fear that lingers within, bubbling to the surface as he attempts to withdraw from your hold.

Aventurine does not believe that his life holds any meaning with or without the cornerstone. Yet, that title made him seem as if he truly meant something, and without it, what little reign he held over his life disappeared. 

He believes you deserve fire, yet he is no more than an ember flickering on a stoked match. He cannot burn in flames bright enough to keep you.

Silently, he awaits your scold, the reprimand that deems him as worthless as he believes himself to be. A reminder that it was all but a stroke of luck that brought you to him, a trial that has run out as you see him for who he truly is, barren and scared.

His hands shake as you guide them to pour his shattered stone into the box at his feet. Shock etches itself upon his features, and he looks to you with nothing but raw, unparalleled fear as you speak. 

“You will always be the same to me.”

Aventurine does not understand the twist of fate that allows him to stand beside you. Single handedly, you vowed to peer into the wasteland that was his soul, and devoted yourself to his inherently unjust destiny. And, even as his life’s worth is ripped away from him, you love him unchanged.

An insatiable want carves at his soul like a day yearns for night, and Aventurine knows no other place to put his hands but around you in embrace. His hold is tight, as if he imagines that you will fade away if he abandons it. Yet, the weave of your fingers through his hair is enough to tell him that you’re no illusion, a sensation that will cease to disappear as long as he lives.

“Let me see you, Aven.”

Your words flow as lost prayers on the horizon do, and Aventurine retracts his grasp on you, allowing his knees to bring him to the ground. Your hands, gentle as streambeds in the spring, cup his face, running over spilt tears from keeled eyelashes. Instinctively, his hands latch onto your wrists, desperately chasing after your warmth and attempting to sear it into his skin.

Aventurine outwardly sighs as you run your fingers along his jaw, stopping to tuck a stray wisp of hair behind his ear. Although your gaze rocks with the deepest seas of adoration, the child deep within his heart beckons him to gamble with his luck once again. A risk that trails the faint quiver of his lips, as he would utter no such words to any other being in the entire cosmos.

“Will you kiss me?”

Wordlessly, you nod, and Aventurine closes his eyes. The soft touch of your lips quells the troubles that brew within, igniting fire against endless water. His hands fall to his lap, melting in the passion of your touch, and his heart craves to continue beating as if you are the oxygen that fills his lungs. 

He refuses to leave you until there is no air left for him to breathe. Gasping for the vitality of you that runs rampant through his veins, Aventurine tilts his head upward, and your heart flutters at the gentle smile that greets your gaze. Brilliant hues of purple and blue shimmer amidst the night, and his hold on you returns, hands moving to interlock themselves with your own. It’s the same gesture that holds you in the deep of dusk, never waning as lost prayers to the universe whisper behind closed doors. 

The words that follow are never far from you, spinning like soft woven silk that rests in your dreams when he’s away. Your eyes shut as he presses his lips to the corner of your mouth, spreading warmth to your cheeks that subdue the chills of frosted wind. In yearn, you wait, reveling in the soft fan of his breath over your skin.

“I love you.”

#eleysiacalling #aventurine hsr #aventurine x you #aventurine honkai star rail #aventurine x reader #hsr aventurine #honkai star rail #hsr x reader

[fake-sturniolos]

𝐛𝐚𝐠𝐬

SYNOPSIS: Chris begins to distance himself, prompting y/n to finally confront him about his behavior, but the confrontation doesn't go well.

WARNING: just angst

word count: 811

ɪɴꜱᴘɪʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ 'ʙᴀɢꜱ' ʙʏ ᴄʟᴀɪʀᴏ

Lately, Chris has been distant. When we're out with friends, he either drops my hand or completely ignores my presence altogether. It's been a week since he last told me he loved me, and even our texts consist of dry, one-word responses.

I'm trying to figure out what could have happened between us. I glance over at him; he's sleeping on his side, turned away from me. Tears start to fill my vision, and I get up and walk out of the room.

As I step into the dimly lit kitchen, the cool tiles beneath my feet provide a stark contrast to the warmth of my emotions. I reach for a glass, the faint clink breaking the silence as I pour myself some water, the sound echoing in the empty room. The tears stream down my cheeks, a mix of sadness and confusion.

Chris enters the kitchen. Quickly, I wipe away the tears, trying to hide my emotions as I lean against the countertop, holding the glass tightly. With an effort to appear calm, I take a sip of the water, trying to regain my composure.

"Why are you up?" Chris asks as he grabs a glass and pours himself some water.

"Couldn't sleep," I shrug.

Chris nods and turns to walk back to the room.

"Wait, Chris," I say, and he turns around.

"Is something wrong? I feel like you've been acting distant."

Chris hesitates for a moment. "No, everything's fine," he says reassuringly, but the hollow ring in his voice fails to convince me.

"Just stressed with work," he adds quickly, almost too quickly, as if trying to fill the silence with anything but the truth.

"It's not just work, Chris," I say."You drop my hand when we're with friends or ignore me. You haven’t even told me you loved me in a week. I mean, what am I supposed to do with that?"

Chris's expression shifts, his features contorting with defensiveness. "You're blowing this out of proportion," he retorts, his tone sharp. "I have a lot on my plate right now, and you're making this about you."

His words hit me like a punch to the gut, and I feel a surge of anger rising within me. "Making this about me?" I shoot back, my voice rising with indignation. "Chris, this is about us, about our relationship. And if you can't see that, then maybe we need to reevaluate things."

Chris's jaw tightens, his eyes flashing with frustration as he struggles to find the right words. "Look, I know things haven't been great lately," he begins, his tone softer now, more conciliatory. "But it's not fair to put all the blame on me. We both have our faults, our issues to work through.”

His attempt at diplomacy only serves to stoke the fire of my anger. "So now it's my fault too?" I retort, my voice laced with bitterness. "Fine, let's talk about my faults. But don't you dare deflect from the fact that you've been distant, that you've neglected our relationship.”

"Maybe we both need some time to figure things out," Chris finally says,

As he storms out of the room, I'm left standing there, the weight of his words heavy in the air. Tears threaten to spill over once again, but I refuse to let them.

Gathering my courage, I make my way back to the bedroom seeing Chris packing his stuff. my throat felt like it was closing up.

"I can't believe we're finally living together," Chris said with a grin, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.

"Yeah, it's going to be amazing," I replied, my heart swelling with happiness at the thought of sharing my life with him.

He walked up to me and kissed me. I smiled into the kiss, my hands in his hair. I kissed him once more and pulled away. He chased my lips, and I turned away, laughing.

But now, as I watch him pack his things, that happiness feels like a distant memory, overshadowed by the pain of our current situation.

"So, you're just going to leave?" I manage to ask, my voice carrying a mixture of disbelief and hurt.

"I'm going back to live with Nick and Matt," his tone devoid of any of the warmth or tenderness that used to fill his words.

I can feel the sting of tears threatening to spill from my eyes as I struggle to comprehend his nonchalant demeanor. "So that's it?" I press, my voice trembling with a mixture of frustration and desperation.

There's a tense silence that hangs in the air, punctuated only by the sound of his continued packing. He grabs his things and walks past me. I stand there, utterly stunned by his actions.

never thought I would see him walk out the door with his bags.

ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴏʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ!! ꜱᴏʀʀʏ ɪꜰ ɪᴛꜱ ʙᴀᴅ ɪ'ᴍ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ɴᴇᴡ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ

ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ʟᴀᴜɴᴀ

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[blingblong55]

Did you care?- König

Part 1 is here

F!Reader, angst, no happy ending, cheating

"König!" you laugh, the waves of the warm summer ocean crashing against you. His family had invited you with them that summer, the first girl he ever brought home. He never told you that though. "Oh my Liebling." he laughs with you, taking you deeper into the ocean. It was then that he knew how strong love can be. Hours later, as you chased his little nieces and nephew along the shore, his family told him something he still remembers.

The accident, that is when you knew he still cared. At the age of 37, that is when he became a father to a woman he never loved. A car crash and stitches, that is what brought you to him. A father and a boyfriend, never to marry anyone else that isn't you, that is what made him a coward to his girlfriend's family. "R/N, König has gotten into a car accident." his mother called you around 2 am, her voice so tired and filled with fear. You dropped everything, including the late-night dinner you were having with your then-partner.

"Love, where are you going?" he questioned you. "A friend needs me, she...she broke up with her boyfriend and she needs me." The first of many lies you told to keep him safe. You didn't cheat but you lied to visit the guy you will always love. As you drove to the hospital, tears ran down your face. It was fear, regret and shame. "Hallo, ich muss einen Patienten finden-"

"R/N." his mother came rushing to you, tears on her face. You hugged her and walked with her to the waiting area. His father was there as well, you hugged him too and after minutes of breaks and cries, the story lay in your hands. The mother of his child ran away with his kid, he begged and cried for her to return. She lost their kid, got arrested and after a week of looking, he heard his child was found. One drunk driver, that is all it took to have you sit there, holding the hand of his forlorn mother. His child was under the custody of the police and he was in a grey room.

"You think you'll ever end up marrying me, R/N?" he looked over at you as you hung up decorations for Christmas. "I don't see myself ever marrying and there are times I fear of it. Just know this, I know I am meant for someone." He nods and keeps the ring in his pocket tucked away. "Yeah." was all he answered. You looked at him as he looked away at some decoration.

"For you, that is who I am meant for. I don't want a ring, a dress or a ceremony, I want this, this life you and I already have." you wished to say but those words never came out. Month after month you gave him clear clues that you wanted to be the one he lived with, old and grey.

You didn't even notice when his parents had gone to his room. You sat and stared at the white wall. The two years and a half that you spent trying to forget him all come crashing down. One phone call from his mother and you were there at his disposal. Many ask, what parts of life flash before someone as they near their possible death? For him it was you. The day at the beach, Christmas, the drunk karaoke, silly argument over movies. "Harry and Sally stayed together!" you protested. "Mein Liebling, Harry and Sally are two of the people I know will not make it to old age together. It was a kiss, maybe Sally left after that."

The one thing that he knew flashed before his eyes was the conversation at the beach years ago. Once you were let into his room, you sat by his bed. Parents out in the hallways, you held his hand. Fear was to die alone but this image was the current fear. Tears ran down your face, it didn't matter that he cheated years ago, that you two hadn't spoken since but what mattered was him now. You stoked his hair and kissed his forehead with trembling lips. Before, you couldn't stand him, but he was in this world alive and that brought you tranquillity. The thought of him no longer in it, that was the fear. Who cared if he moved on, he was alive, healthy and happy.

The muse to the blues you whistled, the kiss he gave you on the mysterious bruise, the cliche dance in the kitchen at midnight, and now you sit there, looking at his scarred face. You whispered for only him to hear, "That evening in December, when you were going to propose, I would've said yes, I was meant for someone, remember?" You stood up and walked out of the room. "R/N, will you stay?" His father asks. "I'm sorry, I have to meet someone early in the morning but keep me updated." You kissed his father's cheek and hugged his mother.

Meanwhile, König lay in that bed, eyes teary as he heard your confession. The ring he wanted to give you was on a chain that hung by his neck. Always to be by his heart. "Liebling." he whispers. "I want to marry you, over and over again." That is a promise two young lovers made.

"When we get old, you and I better retell the story of us," you say as you lay in the green grass. "And I will tell it to you every night," König spoke softly. "Every night," he holds your hand. "I will always tell you the story of how I met the greatest thing in my life." He smiles and sighs happily, "And I'll make you fall in love with me all over again." He meant every word, he wanted the spark of love between them to never die, for them to always be in love. "I'll always fall in love with you as if it was the first time, every single time." He cared, more than you'll ever know.

"You never let her go, my son." his mother sternly says. He sighs and looks over at you, his youngest niece hung by his arms, his nephew chasing you both. The giggles from the children and your laughter, yeah, he wants that life with you. "You think she'll want to?" he asks his parents. "If not today or in a year, I know she will." He looks at the ring and nods. "When I marry her, can you both please not give a long speech?" This caused his parents to laugh and nod a little.

Maybe the movies and all the news articles are right, in some universe, you and him are together. And in that universe, he has his three kids, a wife and the picket fence to his home. A home with you, two hearts that beat for the other. He cares.

Tags: @sunshiinegaz @liyanahelena

#cod x reader #cod mw2 #cod angst #konig x you #konig mw2 #konig cod #konig call of duty #konig x reader #konig modern warfare #cod konig #konig x y/n #konig angst #könig fanfiction #könig cod #könig x reader #könig mw2 #könig call of duty #könig modern warfare #call of duty #cod #könig x y/n #könig x you #könig angst #cod modern warfare #cod mwii #mw2 #modern warfare #modern warfare 2 #no happy ending

[kai-anderson-whore]

You're going to be the best mom (kai Anderson x fem reader)

Request by: @the-goblin1

Request: Reader is pregnant when kai is stabbing watermelons and reader is scared runs and cries but kai reassure her she will be the best other.

Warning: reader finds out she's pregnant, kai planning to kill pregnant woman, reader being frightened, crying, angst, kai being caring

Taglist: @spill-the-t @iluwmycats @lili-tate @evanpeterswifeyy868 @jademunson @evanpetersfansblog @howtobesasha @lustforeverrrr @fand0mh03

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You sat in the bathroom your hands shaking as the plastic stick trembles in your hands 'oh god what am I going to do?' You thought eyes stuck on the test the two lines blunging at you, you were pregnant with kai's baby.

He didn't plan this, he didn't want a kid as far as your aware, the cult was in full swing and you were his right hand woman his partner in all this you couldn't afford for a kid right now, you put the test aside wiping the tears away with a sigh trying to compose yourself as you left the room the test now tucked away in your hoodie stepping down the steps into the basement to check on kai.

You didn't know what to say or do as you walked futher down the steps, all the what if's ran through your head you knew it wasn't a good idea to bring a child into kai's world but you wanted this baby just you didn't know if kai did too.

Only to unmask the horror of what you were exactly fearing, kai and the other cult members holding a knifes and a watermelon infront of them, "not to eliminate the child stab upwards making sure you get the baby in the mothers stomach" kai demonstrated you were in fear kai looked up spotting you stood there mouth hung open the fear absolutely visible in your eyes at the horror infront of you.

You ran upstairs as fast as your legs could take you into the kitchen what you didn't know kai chased after you. Sitting by the oven hurrled up in a ball your body shaking in horror the tears steaming down your face. You felt a hand on your shoulder making you flinch your head snapped up to see kai kneeling infront of you.

"What's wrong?" He asked his hand that wasn't on your shoulder ran through his short buzz cut head, "what were you guys doing down there?" You whimperd scared to say anything about being pregnant, "it's city council and cult stuff don't worry you're safe no one will touch you" kai reassured "but kai your going to kill unborn babies what if its your own" you cried out the tears still streaming down your rosey cheeks.

Kai had a confused look on his face but wiped your tears away with the pad of his thumb, "what do you mean" he asked so confused "I'm pregnant kai" you yelled hiding your face from him scared to look your partner in the eyes.

"Pregnant?" He whispered to himself the outside showed nothing but inside kai felt his heart skip a beat, "I'm not getting rid of it and if you even plan of harming this baby I swear to god kai-" "I want it too" kai said a smile broke out on his lips there was real emotion in his eyes not hatred or anger it was happiness and joy something you haven't saw in a long time.

"You do?" You asked shocked kai took your hands in his stoking the back of your hand, "I do I can't believe I'm going to be a daddy you just made me the happiest man alive y/n" kai whispered a single tear rolled down his cheek he never felt so much love than that moment he'll have a child of his own to love unconditionally.

You stood up from the ground kai watched you still on the floor as you pulled out the pregnancy test handing it to kai, "here I took it today I was just so scared to tell you incase you hated me" you said kai took the test seeing you were indeed pregnant.

That set off all the tears in kai's eyes he hugged your waist placing a kiss on your non existent bump, "I love you so so much y/n and I'm proud to call you the mother of my baby you'll be the best mother this baby can ask for" kai whispered you held his head stroking his cheek as the more tears you both weaped fell to the ground.

"I love you kai" you sobbed kai stood up from the ground kissing you, "I mean it y/n this baby will have the best mother in the world and I'll be a better person for them I just love you so much" he softly spoke making you smile.

"I was just scared to say to you incase you got mad at me" you admitted swallowing the lump in your throat kai took your face in his hands, his forehead resting on yours, "I don't want you to ever think I'd be mad that your making me a father I love you more than you'll ever know your all the family I have left you and our unborn baby just you two" kai whispered placing his lips back on yours.

"Come on let's get you to bed" kai said taking your hand, "what about the meeting kai I don't want to keep them waiting" you said knowing the rest of the cult were waiting on their leader to return, "let them right now you are more important that anyone down there" he stated taking you to your shared bedroom.

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[whirlybirbs]

100% support the slutty norrington one off <3

WINE-EYED  ;  j.n.

summary: you loved him once. set during potc:dmc.

pairing: james norrington x f!reader

tags: unrequited love, angst, comfort, a dash of injury and worry, flashbacks to port royal & powdered wigs, a nice dock makeout scene

a/n: bro idk. bro IDK. had some pirate thoughts and then this 3.6k mess happened.

"You always did love her."

Those words, raw and cold from your lips, feel like salt in a wound — as stinging as the sea whipping James Norrington’s sun-split cheeks. The warmth of the setting sun does little to melt your icy disposition, and the ex-Commodore’s well-stoked and unbridled self-loathing rears once more.

He deserves that.

It’s evening, now. Most of the crew has settled below deck for well-earned rest and picking over supper — and you’re here, avoiding the raucous company in lieu of this. Quiet. Peace.

It’s not something you’ve had for weeks now, following Lizzy around the sea in chase of wandering loves and willful compasses and some still-beating heart in a long, lost chest.

She’s with Jack, now — chatting quietly in the evening air as they continue to plot a course by the stern. Far enough away that they’re in their own little world, as muddled and confusing as that thing between them is. Far enough away that James can stare, and wonder, and reminisce in heartwrenching loneliness.

At the sound of your voice, his head snaps forward along the horizon. He stiffens. James leans on the port banister and exhales.

“Have you come to mock me, then?” he replies in that same smooth voice you’d loved long ago — but it’s bitter and harsh, like the sting of an expensive whiskey.

You lean against the mass and cross your arms. The Eastern wind is cool — but it carries the edge of a coming storm. Give it two or three days, you reckon.

You cross your arms over your chest, and the barrel of your long rifle sways against your back. It’s cool through the thin cotton of your billowed blouse.

Your eyes slip coolly across his posture. The tumble of dark, salt-curled strands are pulled loosely into a blue ribbon. He doesn’t turn to face you, and instead turns his eyes to the honeyed-rose sunset dwindling along the horizon.

You deserve that.

You push off the mast and swagger forward. You come to rest beside him, and plant your calloused palms on the weathered wood of the Pearl’s railing.

“Pray, how is that mockery?” you say lightly, though your tone is sharp. Confident. Sure as the setting sun, “It is but the God’s honest truth.”

For the first time since he’s come aboard, he turns his head and looks at you then — truly looks at you.

James realizes then that you are not the woman he once knew in Port Royal.

There’s a new scar on your cheek. Your hair is different — styled in a more practical sense than perfectly placed like he remembers. You lack ribbons and rouge and petticoats. You’ve dawned trousers and boots and belts and sashes.

The only thing he recognizes is that rifle on your back.

You always were an impressive shot.

Though sport was rare on the island of Port Royal, your reputation followed you from England. Your father, the Governor’s Treasurer, took every chance he could to boast about his daughter’s accomplishments. James remembers many a dinner where you sat, as soft and doe-eyed and girlish as could be, and sported a bashful smile at the praise.

You were different from Elizabeth.

You always had been.

While Elizabeth had been infallible — high, and unattainable on a pedestal he’s half-aware he built himself — you had been present and interested and kind. It was clear you held a spot in your heart from the Commodore, even then. Even when he was intent on having Lizzy’s hand. Even when his attention was always wrung from conversation by her approach.

Even when he left, heartbroken and intent on chasing pirates.

You can feel his eyes on you.

His words are slow and very serious. “I’m not in the mood for jests, my lady.”

The jab doesn’t land. You continue on, unbothered.

“There was a time I would do anything for you to look at me like that, you know,” comes your easy reply as you move to crawl atop the cannon to your right. You perch yourself with ease. There’s a moment of silence that settles between you and James feels an uneasy itch crawl into his heart, “God, I would have thrown myself from the Fort’s cliffs, even.”

You never admitted your feelings for him.

Not before now.

He knew, God, of course, he did. Of course.

But, he’d been blind, then. Ignorant to the devotion of one woman, eagerly chasing the untouchable affection of another.

Finally, you look at him, and he feels like it’s ten years past again — and you’re chatting in a quiet room at a boisterous dinner party over the ethics and intricacies of Queen Anne’s privateering laws. He remembers the candlelight and the companionship and the comfort.

You were friends, once.

Your voice is quiet, carried away by the wind. You watch him, albeit distantly.

“Now look at us.”

Two tired souls, each as lost as the other.

With a flick, your gaze finds his. James’ eyes are the color of sea glass — they search yours for a moment before his jaw tenses and he drops his gaze to the water.

He’s quiet for a while, and so are you. For now, it’s just the calm swell of the sea. The sun has all but extinguished now, and the stars are creeping up over your back.

His voice is softer now.

“I doubt an apology would mend much of anything.”

You screw your face uptight. You move to pull your knees up. You’re quick to placate the assumption with a dry laugh. “I didn’t come up here seeking an apology—”

James straightens his posture and turns, fully allowing you to occupy his attention. “Then why did you come to me at all?”

His voice was colder than he intended.

You wince.

Years of loneliness, of regret, of shame, of guilt — they’ve all eroded the soul he had before. He’s as changed as you. Propriety would once call that this conversation be chaperoned; now, he finds himself yearning for a moment alone with you.

His eyes snap away again.

“...It’s what I owe you,” he says — this time, purposefully softening each syllable to paint his intent; he tries to placate the ache he sees in your face, “You... You were always kind to me. Even when I hardly deserved it. Even now.”

His eyes are soft.

Your lashes flutter.

“...It was always impossible to be anything but kind to you, James Norrington.”

He’d forgotten how his name sounded on your tongue — coy, gentle and warm. Sweeter than he remembers now, punctuated by the briefest slip of a smile. It leaves with the passing wind.

With that, you slip down from your perch and slip away.

James watches you climb to the Crow’s Nest — agile and graceful — and wonders why he ever let himself forgo your affections in the first place.

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The storm rears upon them sooner than anyone expected.

It’s as if in an instant, the Pearl is swallowed by clouds darker than it’s pitch-colored sails. The electric snap of lightning splits the sky open, and in the span of five minutes, the Pearl careens into the worst storm First Mate Joshamee Gibbs has seen in ten years.

The winds send waves high — and in the chaos of bone-rattling impacts upon the deck, the crew is sent into a scramble trying to maintain the heading. They’ll lose day's worth of travel if they let the storm have her way.

The rain is coming down so heavy that James Norrington can barely see — all he can hear is the hoarse barks of orders by Gibbs and the roar of the thunder and his own thoughts.

Tripoli. The Dauntless. Hundreds of men.

Tripoli. The Dauntless. Hundreds of men.

Tripoli. The Dauntless. Hundreds of men.

His back burns as his hands grip the sea-slick ropes and he heaves, pulling taut the mainsail with four men at his back. A wave slams them from the starboard side and sends a line of sailors tumbling — and James gulps for air when the ice water strikes him hard. But, he stands firm. Keeps hauling.

Tripoli. The Dauntless. Hundreds of men—

It’s your voice, suddenly, that cuts through the roar of the storm.

“HOLD FAST!”

The starboard side is being battered by the wind and the waves and the rain. Hit after hit, the crew tries to maintain footing as they adjust the sails to correct the heading — and now, you’ve planted yourself at the front of the line.

James’ head snaps to you — and he watches a wave nearly ten feet high slam down on the deck, directly atop your head.

Somehow, you stay upright.

But, it’s like drowning.

Your hair clings to you in wind-whipped tendrils of snarls. Your shirt is soaked through, and the chill is settling into your bones. Still, better down here than up in the Crow’s Nest. The mast, at that thought, groans loudly under the push of the wind. Your boots slip, and you stagger back as you try to haul the sails back to the position — behind you, Gibbs is braced.

Your hands are bleeding.

Lightning cracks close, and you try to breathe.

“BRACE!” suddenly comes the hard call of Gibbs in your ear — but it’s neither too late nor too soon, it’s simply not enough.

The rogue wave hits the Pearl hard.

You hit the deck harder.

In a tumble of limbs and shrieks and pain, you’re rolled violently towards port — and as you gasp hard to try and get up again, you’re slammed with another cold shock of seawater. It seizes up your lungs.

It’s a whirlwind of panic that seizes you the second your back slams against the port siding. It’s water and wind and thunder and the dizzying confusion of pain crawling up your temple — and then, it’s James.

James is there.

James is there, wild-eyed and soaked and holding your face in his hands as he’s shouting something — but your ears are ringing and you’re trying to see his mouth in the downpour.

Then, just like that, the world swims back into focus.

“GET BELOW DECK.”

All you can do is nod.

He helps you, with a bruising grip, towards the lower deck’s hold — water is pooling down here, up to your ankles, and it sways and rocks with each pitch the Pearl takes. Your knees wobble as you descend, and you spare James a single, long look back as he slams the deck door’s shut with a rattle.

The animals one level down are panicked.

There are a few souls down here — most nursing injuries, some praying.

Your stomach tumbles as the ship lurches again and you stagger into a bunk on the wall. Your hands grip the ladder tightly, and it’s then that you realize you’re still bleeding. You haul yourself up, muscles still burning, into a vacant top bunk. It’s nearly dry here — but the noise of the storm and creak of the ship’s bones does little to bring comfort.

Your head is pounding.

And so you stay there, in the lonesome dark, and try to remember the quiet psalm some tired soul is whispering into a rosary. A sailor’s prayer.

Slowly, as time creeps a half past the hour, the violence of the storm begins to subside — and on the seventeenth repetition of the prayer, sunlight begins to peek through the slats in the deck overhead.

You’ve turned your eyes to marvel at the warm rays pooling into the water that has gathered below deck. Little flickers of light dance around the space — and it’s almost heavenly. Peaceful. Quiet.

Then, James.

He’s fast to make his way to you — as the rest of the crew dwindles down, wrought with exhaustion and pain. His hands are as bloody and spent as yours; torn to shreds from the coarse ropes. And still, despite this, his touch is so gentle you swear you could cry.

“Are you alright?” he asks, in a desperate whisper, as his hand finds your knee and he gestures for you to come down from the bunk.

Your nod is far from convincing.

Truth be told, you’re off. Dizzy and confused and your entire back aches. Your ribs protest with each breath.

James sees it.

He’s gentle — and suddenly, so gentlemanly — when he slips his hands beneath your arms and gently helps you down from the bunk.

You slip down his front, hands tangled around his shoulders.

The act is enough to wind you.

You plant your forehead against the sopping wet cloth of his jacket.

This moment is enough; it placates the yearning you’ve stoked for years. It’s horrible in that way — that you’re allowed this now, after so long. After so much. But, James doesn’t pull away.

Instead, his hands slip to push matted tendrils from your temple.

Worry is heavy in his deep voice. “You’re bleeding.”

You’re exhausted.

And so is he.

What he’d give to collapse into his own bunk now — to sleep for a day, or maybe more. But, his heart won’t let him. Not when you’re here, and when he... when he almost thought he could have lost you.

...But, truly, he never really had you to lose.

Nor you him.

And maybe that’s the poetic part of all this.

Suddenly, Elizabeth is calling your name from atop the deck.

You slip away, hands brushing his chest as you do.

His hands trace your arms, and you’re gone.

⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆

You have no idea where you are.

All that matters — however — is that the Pearl is docked, your feet are firmly planted on land, and you’ve got a warm helping of food in your stomach.

The crew needed this after that storm.

You lean back in your chair, arms crossed, and loosen your grip on the bottle in your hands. It’s rum — cheap rum. But, to the dear Captain’s point: rum is rum is rum. You watch him, and Gibbs, and Elizabeth, and Marty converse about something with animated intent.

From across the crowded tavern, Lizzy offers a smile.

You honor it with a commemorative swig.

The bar is busy — working girls flit in and out with men on their arms, venturing upstairs for privacy. There are card games between tables, a fight in the back alley, and music blaring loudly from the corner. All in all, for being a small little port in the middle of nowhere, it’s good business.

Not very quiet, though.

James, all the while, is trying to ignore the gnaw of yearning the sight of you brings.

He’s staring — openly, now — from his position on the balcony. His own bottle is nearly half-gone. He’s by his lonesome up here, pestered every now and again by a woman or two promising a lovely evening. But, each time, he passes. And each time, his gaze lands back on you.

Had he been so stupid?

Had he been so damn blind?

He could have had you — you, beautiful and witty and charming and sharp. You, kind and gentle, as devoted as the sun is to the moon. He could have had friendship and love and all the things touted in a marriage.

But, no. He couldn’t have Elizabeth. And so, he went and he left and he fell apart at sea. He lost what he was, and drowned the man he used to be.

Sea-green eyes watch you stand from your table. You shrug on your rifle, drop your hat atop your head, and toss a few coins down for the barmaid.

So, James swigs the rest of his drink and follows.

The port is quieter — but still, the noise from the tavern bleeds into the town’s night air. Here, with music droning on as the waves lap at the dock, you find a bit of peace.

“Mind if I join you...?”

You turn, eyes pulled away from the moon.

James’ eyes are soft.

You give him a consenting nod.

It gives you a moment to take him in.

The two days in port have done him some good. He’s washed up, taken a bath, even shaved. But, the shadow of a beard has already begun to creep back along his sharp jaw. His hair is long, swept neatly away, and a few stray strands move in the cool breeze. His hands hang on his belt, loose and easy.

He’s always been tall — imposing. Very handsome. Even in that god-awful wig.

You remember that sandalwood cologne he favored back in Port Royal. Clean. Warm. Pervasive. Expensive. The sort of thing the salary of a Commodore could allow for.

Now, he smells like gun powder and rum.

His arm brushes yours as he sidles up beside you on the dock.

“It’s dangerous to be out here alone.”

Your eyes flick up to see him watching you — and you see humor there in his eyes.

You scoff. “Come to save me, have you? Once a dashing officer of the King’s navy, always one.”

His face twists into a bitter scowl. Like he tasted something sour. “I am inclined to disagree.”

You nudge him with your arm. “Fine. I amend everything from that previous statement, up to and not including the dashing part.”

For the first time in years, you hear him laugh.

Truly laugh. A real, low, thunderous chuckle creeps from his chest as he ducks his head and smiles.

It spurs you to muster your own laughter. You try to tamp it down, to keep it quiet and easy and light. The smile that digs into your cheeks intends to remain. The ache there is sweet.

He’s watching you again.

This time, you feel as though... as though this sort of look is different.

When he speaks, his voice is tender. His words are as sweet as a summer breeze.

“...I’ve made many mistakes in my life,” he begins, “But, I now believe forsaking you may have been my biggest.”

And it feels as if someone’s plunged a knife into your chest.

You aren’t sure how to respond to that. How could you have ever been prepared for that? In a thousand, heartbroken, lonely years, you never imagined you’d feel the returned affection of the man before you. And yet, here he is, bending to take your rope-burnt hands into his own.

“I am sorry.”

And again — and again, and again. The knife is twisted, and suddenly you feel months' worth of agony rush up. Words whispered between men at the docks, the HMS Dauntless was lost on the coast of Tripoli. That Commodore Norrington was declared lost at sea. He had left with barely a word. Hellbent and heartbroken.

You never imagined an apology.

His thumb brushes over your knuckles and your swallow roughly.

“James—”

Suddenly, there’s a hand on your cheek.

“Do not protest this,” he says quietly, “You know it is what you deserve. After all I’ve done.”

You’re shaking your head when his thumb traces the curve of your cheekbone. It’s enough to make your head spin. You find both hands clinging to his own now as you shake off the dizzying thought of him in your space.

You feel like a girl again.

“You had a duty—”

“To you,” he corrects sternly; his eyes are set in a serious manner, framed by dark brows that pull taught as he brushes his fingers against a stray lock by your ear, “And I should have seen that. And I didn’t.”

It’s then that you finally look up at him.

It’s his turn to be robbed of breath.

You speak quietly.

“...You’re a good man, James.”

“You need not lie to me,” he whispers back, the space between you both enough to send the moonlight spilling over your entwined shadows.

“I would never,” you insist, your hands moving to brace flat against his chest. Your thumb brushes a bare patch of skin just along his sternum. He feels as if he’s been set on fire.

“Then, tell me,” James breathes as his nose nudges yours, “Would you allow me this?”

His eyes flick to your mouth.

All you can muster is a nod.

And then he kisses you.

His fingers hold your chin, and the kiss is as chaste and gentle as any — it’s slow and kind and warm. It’s punctuated by a deep breath as you both sink into the feeling of one another’s hold.

He... He feels hale and whole.

In a thousand, heartbroken, lonely years, you never imagined you’d feel his lips against your own. And yet, here he is, bending to break your composure with a hand that ventures around your waist. His other cradles your jaw. You cling, and allow the chasteness to dissipate into a feverish sort of chase.

It’s your tug on his lapels, the bunched grip of your shirt, the stagger of boots against the deck as he bends at the knee and nips at your bottom lip. Your arms swim around his neck, and you try to kiss him like you’re not halfway to the depths of love.

You’ve tangled your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck, leaped onto the tips of your boots, and allowed for his hands to grip the curves of your waist tightly as he hides a desperate kiss into your smile.

And then, a voice.

“’Bout time, I’d reckon.”

Captain Jack Sparrow — in all his glory — stumbles by.

And James Norrington has to try not to kill him then and there.

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[jo-harrington]

cryptid request: maybe it’s weird but there’s an inner monster inside of us that we repress.

Interesting....

...because I had one very cute idea for this...but am gonna go in a very different direction now bestie. Sorry that angst is the way we're going.

Welcome to the first (and possibly only?) Requiem from Hell

And just in time for Friday the 13th too.

Pairing: Kas!Eddie/Reader -OR- Kas!Eddie/OC (The Knight)

Themes/Warnings: Angst, hurt/comfort, hurt/no comfort, violence/gore, emotional manipulation, something more maybe

Find Hymns of Heaven here.

And find the Master List for As Above, So Below here.

It started the day he found the guitar.

His days were mostly the same. Run, fly, feed, repeat. Over and over into oblivion in the desolate wasteland of the Upside Down.

Time didn't exist in a place like this and boredom was certainly not out of the norm.

Fights were especially common because of that.

Despite the desire to participate that thrummed through the hive mind, he generally stayed out unless he knew he would benefit from the carnage. Extra blood to quench his constant thirst; fill the void inside of him.

Eddie knew he was the strongest, though. Smartest, deadliest, and most vicious of all the creatures that roamed throughout the realm.

The instrument of Henry's vision for destruction.

But the creatures were his companions, his family even, given how many of them had sacrificed themselves to become one with him. So he hung back.

But that day he simply couldn't.

He'd been watching the demodogs roughhouse aggressively. It amused him to see his little friends play in such a way. However, his favorite, Cerberus--the one who looked to him for approval and almost affection--was smaller than the others and was often pushed around. Eddie kept making warning noises when the others were too forceful, or hiss and bear his teeth at them when they bit too close to Cerberus’ throat.

No, he would broadcasted through the shared consciousness, leave him alone.

And for the most part they complied. But favoritism fostered resentment, and soon blood was drawn and hunger stoked. Cerberus was tossed to Eddie's feet, wounded and whimpering.

And what could Eddie do when his friend was bleeding and he was hungry?

Than to massacre the others in retaliation.

He lavished in the thrill of the chase as they fled and his powerful wings propelled him forward faster than they could run. The feeling of their flesh shredding beneath his claws, or the gore that dripped down his chin as he sunk his teeth into them. The crunch of their bones when he threw their bodies forcefully against the ground when he was done with them.

When he returned, Cerberus stood there, whimpering, both grateful to be rescued but fearful that he might be next. There was a spark in the sea of darkness within Eddie, knowing that he did it to protect a friend. But also slight guilt at the fear that followed.

Don't worry, he thought. You're safe; you'll heal and grow stronger. And we will fight together next time.

Beast, a different voice ripped through his head now. Ripped through the collective consciousness. The darkness consumed Eddie again, and, moreover, an overwhelming despair. I didn't create you to feel. Pathetic. Don't fail me again.

Eddie clutched his head as he was reminded of his rebirth. As all of the pain and the venom and the corruption burned through every cell of his body.

He was nothing. He would be nothing. Unless he obeyed.

Once the onslaught was over, he was hunched over, numb, and out of breath.

He ran.

It was instinct. Self preservation. Something inside him that urged him to run. He turned on his heel and took to the skies. Cerberus roared after him, begged his friend to return, but Eddie was already gone.

Any feeling, any human feeling, was curious to him now. He'd always felt so vibrantly when he was still alive, but he'd been stripped of all that hadn't he? He still felt things like boredom and anger and protection; they all cropped up time and again, some at inopportune times, and he generally could tamp them down if he really wanted to.

Or embrace them.

Henry was aware of them now though, and while Eddie had no fear of his Master, he knew he would need to tread carefully.

That is why he ran, he told himself, why he found solace in the trailer of all places. His former home. It as far as he could get from his Master without raising any suspicion while still having some peace alone.

His response to this intrusion of emotion was more destruction. He forced his way into the half-destroyed trailer, the partially-formed gate pulsing ominously beside him, and began breaking things. Things that deep down in that pit of darkness that existed where his soul used to be he considered home intrinsically part of the identity of Eddie Munson.

And could he really say he was Eddie Munson anymore?

Mugs were shattered, the mildew-saturated cushions of the sofa torn to ribbons, and several holes punched through the thin walls.

And then, in the bedroom, he found his guitar.

He paused for a brief second.

"It's like she was destined for an alternate dimension," his voice echoed reverently.

He took two steps forward.

"Are you ready for the most metal concert in the history of the world?"

He reached out with his hands, his talons, fingers elongated in such an inhuman way...and he plucked one of the strings with his his claw.

The muted TWANG startled him, but he huffed and plucked it again. It was clumsy, but he was careful. Careful not to break the strings or scratch the finish of the instrument.

"You can play it, you know."

The soft voice in his ear startled him and he jumped, immediately on alert. His eyes searched around the trailer and he hissed in warning for whoever was with him. Whoever was hiding. Had they come to kill him? Had his friends finally returned?

He sniffed at the air deeply and found...nothing.

He was alone.

"Not alone," the voice said again, painfully this time. "Never alone."

He let out a bellowing roar; the gate, it had to be the gate.

"No, I'm...not here...but I'm always here," your voice, hoarse from disuse sounded behind him, around him, within him.

He closed his eyes for the briefest of moments and he felt you there. He flinched as your hand touched his face, as your fingers ghosted over protruding teeth. But ultimately he welcomed the ministrations. The first bit of comfort he had received in...

Eternity.

He could envision you as you made little noises of contemplation. You looked just as tired as your voice sounded. Clothes mussed and ripped like his, eyes without their sparkle. But still...you.

You, he thought bitterly, who had left him to this fate.

You...who had left him.

He felt the frustration build up inside of him once again, the rage, and his eyes blinked open as he slashed his claws out to be rid of you once and for all--

He would rip into you, make you hurt, make you suffer, make you bleed. He would empty you, to fill himself. Quench his thirst, douse his raging fire.

--Only to be met with air.

"That's not nice."

You were...a hallucination.

"No. I'm real. I'm just not--"

Then why couldn't he hurt you?

"You can't hurt me any more than you already have Eddie."

He wasn't Eddie anymore.

"Then why didn't you destroy the guitar?"

The floor creaked behind him as you walked just out of sight and he turned, only to be met with the sight of the bed once again. You were nowhere to be found.

He watched, with great fascination, as nothing happened. As nothing changed. The room remained still and untouched by anyone but him.

And still the lazy zzzzzzz sound of your finger drawing up the length of the guitar string reached his ears, your skin rasping against the almost-imperceptible metal coil.

He took the few steps forward and snatched the guitar off the bed, away from you. You couldn't fuck with him anymore if he destroyed it.

He raised the instrument over his head...ready to smash it into a thousand pieces. Crush it just like he had crushed the bones of those demo dogs just a short while prior.

"That'll get rid of you," he spoke for the first time in...months, years, decades, he wasn't sure. It was clumsy around the teeth and the wide jaw but it was still his voice.

He froze.

It was still Eddie Munson's voice.

His shoulders heaved as he thought.

Eddie Munson's voice. Eddie Munson's guitar. Eddie Munson's girlfriend.

"You're still Eddie," you told him matter-of-factly. Your hands avoided his wings and ran over his shoulders as you raised yourself to your toes--or maybe you just floated off the ground--to compensate for his longer limbs so you could get closer to his ear. Your breath ruffled his hair and made him shiver "You're still...here somewhere. Just like I am. Even if you don't want us to be."

"I don't want you here," he growled.

"Well too bad."

It was as though a ghost went through him.

Gone were your hands from his shoulders, your lips caressing his ear, your breath in his hair.

You were suddenly in him.

Running, searching, laughing. He could feel the echo of your footsteps in the chambers of his heart. You taunted him as you threw open all of his doors and let your light in. It wasn't a drop of light anymore, it was like...sunbeams shining through the leaves in the canopy of the forest. It moved where you did, it caused the creatures that lived on the cobwebs in the corners of his being to skitter and flee as it went.

You found the dark void deep within him, and for a moment he rejoiced that it would smother you once and for all. That he would finally, truly be free. And instead...you allowed yourself to be swallowed by it.

A shockwave went through him. Enough that he took a sudden step back.

His fingers twitched. They tingled.

Time didn't exist in the Upside Down.

He took the few steps towards the bed and dropped to take a seat. The guitar stayed cradled in his arms all the while.

But for the first time in the months, years, decades that he had been here...

He carefully plucked the strings again...clumsily...over and over until he could make out the faint, distantly familiar sounds of a melody. Henry despised music...but what could this little thing hurt.

It was just a way to pass the time.

...Eddie felt more.

#hymns of heaven #aasb #as above so below #kas!eddie #eddie munson x reader #Eddie Munson x oc #eddie munson fluff

[multifandom-worlds]

Loki's Diary Journal Entry 31

(Angst warning)

Dear Journal,

I am not getting any closer to locating the bastards that took my girl. They are sending me in circles, on a wild goose chase that they know I will follow. They're toying with me, and I am getting tired of their antics.

Cowards. They're both cowards; they know they don't stand a chance against me, so they are trying to exhaust me. Their plan is only going to backfire because this little "game" is only stoking the fire. I will destroy them regardless of what they did to my Promise, of that I am sure.

Promise...Promise, where are you. Fury still can't find you; the others have been located and safely rescued, but where are you? Please find your way to the compound or find your back home to Asgard.

Loki, I can hear you. Don't lose yourself, my love. I am closer than you might think.

Read the previous entries HERE.

We're getting closer, and Loki is getting angrier. Will Aric and Einar make it out of this alive?

Tagging: @holdmytesseract @simping-for-marvel @simplyholl@buttercupcookies-blog @dryyoursaltyoceantears @lokiprompts @ladyofthestayingpower @peaches1958

#loki marvel #loki god of mischief #loki of asgard #loki laufeyson #loki diary entry #loki journal entry

[drewsbabee]

I love you might not be enough. (3)

HI! I'M BACK!

this is very much a filler chapter but didn't want to leave everyone hanging for too long!

Don't know how many parts this will end up being but I promise the next one will bring more to the table! So please bare with me here :)

angst(ish) and just some good ole forgiveness arcs LOL

Y/N's pov

The walk home felt longer than it should have been. 

Deciding against going home and wallowing, I cross the street to the park across from our shared apartment.

I scoff at myself as I sit on a bench 

"Not your apartment anymore more bug," I whisper to myself tearing up 

"oh Drew how'd we end up here"

Letting more tears slip out I hug my arms tighter around myself. 

“Y/N?”

Arms wrap around me and I jolt in fear but instead of pushing off the person I break down into sobs recognizing the comforting arms

"Shhh, Bug it's okay. You're okay"

Rudy.

I lean into the boy's chest as I sob violently "Fuck. Why does it hurt so much?"

"He loves you. So fucking much that this is hurting him just as much as it hurts you" Rudy whispers into my hair "Let's get you home babes,"

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Rudy’s pov

I tuck the poor girl into bed as I grab my phone to call Drew. 

"Thank you, Rudy... " I hear her whisper before turning over to fall asleep

I press a kiss on her forehead and pat her shoulder before stepping out to the kitchen to call Drew 

"Is she okay?" Drew asks as soon as he picked up the phone 

I sigh "I found her at the park crying... but besides that, she’s doing as good as she can be"

The line goes silent for a few seconds 

"What do I do Rudy?... How do I fucking fix this"

"You fight for her." I say firmly "You love the girls but they were wrong to assume everything they saw in the media. They were wrong to not give her a chance. For them to not understand her let alone get to know her. You love her Drew and it's about damn time you fought for something that makes you happy."

"The girls may have not seen it but Chase and I could. You love this girl… she’s it for you. So fucking fight for this. For you and for her" 

Drew stays quiet for a second processing everything 

"I'm going to talk to the girls tomorrow..." He trails "I need to get them to listen then I'm going to get my girl back"

I smile "Look... I'll stay with her tonight. I’ll make sure she’s okay, just update me with everything that happens"

"Thank you so much, Rudy. Thank you for being with her"

"She family now. Regardless of what happens. We got her"

Drew says one last goodbye as I let out a little sigh 

"Please let them be okay."

---

Drew's pov

Last night was rough. Nowadays, I wasn't used to waking up alone.

I didn't like it.

Chase let me stay over which was bound to lead to an awkward encounter with Maddie. 

Walking out of their guest room I immediately spot Maddie sitting quietly at the counter staring at her cup.

"Hey..." I say almost stoic

after no response, I figured she hadn't wanted to talk. And I had no energy to try.

"I'm sorry..." She starts 

My head shoots up as I stare at the girl with a small frown evident on my face

"I can't speak for the other girls but Maddison implanted this idea that you deserved better and I didn't look at the bigger picture. She loves you and you love her... I saw the type of love that reminded me of Chase and I. I'm so fucking sorry I let it get this far"

"Please tell me it’s not too late to fix this" She pleads 

I nodded slowly and whispered, "I sure hope not…"

Maddie sadly smiles at me 

"I hope you can forgive me for not seeing it sooner"

I muster a smile at her "I do. Thank you for seeing how much she means to me. But please understand that I’m not gonna stick around for shit like that. It’s my relationship, not everyone else's."

Mads nods as I pull her into a side hug

"am I free to enter?" I see Chase peek his head out from the side of the wall

I chuckle and nod, ushering him in

"Phew I'm glad the tension is cleared I swear I was about to grovel" Chase jokes 

Maddie walks over to chase wrapping her arm around him 

"Let's go get your girl Drew" Maddie smiles

Let's go get my girl back.

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Y/N's pov

I woke up with a raging headache. Rubbing my eyes I throw the covers off me desperately needing a coffee.

"Thought I heard you were up," Rudy says peaking his head in "I made you some coffee"

I carefully take the hot coffee and look at the boy gratefully "thank you, Rudy... I'm sorry you had to deal with all that last night" I say sheepishly

Rudy scoffs "Don’t apologize for that bug." 

I smile at him lightly 

"Have you heard from drew?" I say while looking down at my coffee

"He stayed the night at Chase's," He starts softly

"He's hurting just as much as you are... He loves you so much, but he wants to respect you and your decision,"

My eyes water "I'm so at a loss here... I refuse to be the reason they hate him, but I don't want to lose him"

Wiping at my eyes I place the coffee on my side table trying to hold it all in. Rudy sits beside me wrapping an arm around my shoulders 

"Before we left with Drew he said and I quote 'my sweet girl, selfish enough to want me but not selfish enough to keep me’ Do what your heart tells you bug... be selfish for once"

I laugh through tears "Easier said than done,"

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Drew's pov

"you think she'd want to talk to me?" Mads asks sheepishly "I want to make things better,"

I lightly chuckle "She would love nothing more, because despite everything that happened that girl will welcome you with open arms" 

Mads smiles "I'm gonna head over today"

"Thank you," I whisper

"Baby you go and head over, Drew and I are gonna set up at the beach," Chase says walking in 

I tilt my head in confusion "How did you-?" 

Chase lightly smiles "the first thing she told me when I asked what she liked about LA, First, she said obviously said you…”

I laugh as I shake my head

“and second, was that one beach spot you took her to when you first asked her to be your girlfriend" 

I smile down at the floor 

"she definitely isn't the biggest fan of all things LA brings..." Chase trails lightly chuckling "but she loves it because you're here... the beach is just a bonus"

"Whenever I can't find her I know she's down in a secluded area of the beach reading a book," I say grinning

 "I miss her."

"I know for a fact she misses you," Chase says patting my shoulder

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[landosgirl97]

Welcome to my Blog!

I write for: Outer Banks, Top Gun: Maverick, and Austin Butler.

You are welcome to send requests as they are open, but if I don’t find the inspiration for them, I may not write it. Also, please keep in mind that I work a job, have a family, and do this for fun so if it doesn’t get done in a timely manner, this may be why. Please be patient with me the best you can and I will try to get to it!

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Characters:

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Actors:

Rudy Pankow

Chase Stokes

Drew Starkey

Austin North

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200 Followers Celebration Masterlist

Stepdad!OBX Cast Mini-Series Masterlist

25 Days of Christmas Masterlist

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[honeybear-yammy]

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