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pavardscherie · 1 year

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hello

do something with Gavi

being his first gf<3

thanks

— the first one, pablo gavi

⤷ pairing ;; pablo gavi & female reader ⤷ summary ;; being gavi's first girlfriend after he swore off the other girls, came with negative and positive traits. ⤷ warnings ;; cute gavi?? ⤷ izzy talks non-sense;; i'm a pedri girl, i gotta admit that. but gavi might be a close second if we're only talking about la liga. sadly, i am so bad at headcannons that i just decided to turn this into a little drabble as his first gf.

since the world cup, gavi's name spread throughout the countries like the melody of a popular song, or the announcement of another great invention. with just seventeen years old, his goal against costa rica made him the youngest scorer. if the praise from the world wasn't enough, the girls fawned over the young athletic.

for over a year, a couple of weeks after he turned eighteen, pablo gained his experience throughout different nights. how could he not accept the luring words of another female, who snuck into his private messages and shared her fair opinion about him with a little hint of admiration in the syllabeles. none of his mates would have thought that the image he created, would wear off so easily. until the day, where pablo's eyes met yours in the front of the stands.

hair tangled together to a messy bun, thick strands framing your face and occasionally falling out as the tie loosened. a barcelona home jersey hugged your upper body, a little knot on the hem to reveal a thin line of skin between shirt and high-waisted jeans. the world around him could have not worked slower, but at the moment, you turned around to take a cup of cold coke from your father's hands, pablo saw his name written between your shoulder blades in capital letters, and the large number nine underneath.

at that very moment, his mind worked faster on creating a perfect plan to have a conversation with you between the screaming fans than focusing on the second half of the game. and somehow, after multiple attempts of asking you out, and having a decent chit-chat with you without your father's intense glaring, gavi made you his girlfriend. the first since he became the famous number nine or thirty in some matches for barcelona.

in the beginning, the first couple of months, it was a very hidden relationship. the meetings were private, mostly at spots where no paparazzi or supporters would engage with them. but as the days passed, pablo's popularity increased immensely among the fans, and it got harder to actually hide from the public eye. but the fear you carried like a heavy weight on your shoulders, made it extremely difficult to announce the official relationship.

before you, there's never been another girl that swept him off his feet so easily. not one, he came home to or texted multiple times a day. even if it was a very unnecessary winking face. you infiltrated each of his thoughts, starting in the morning, throughout the training sessions, and when he went to bed without you in his arms. hundreds of pictures he had hidden on his phone, stories of you he created for his Instagram but kept as drafts until you were prepared to announce it.

but pablo wasn't as subtle as you about the relationship. over the months, pedri slowly realized what was going on. why gavi ditched the party nights with the team, or why he never seemed interested in any intentions of various fans anymore. while you were still scared that he would cheat on you, and leave you once the public made up headlines about the two of you, you always watched the videos people posted. how he smiled at girls because it was his job to keep up the golden boy attitude, but the corners of his mouth never reached his eyes like when he was with you.

the small differences in his entire behavior crumbled the fear of being left alone or mistreated piece by piece. and somehow gavi talked you into the dinner nights with his closest friends, and sometimes even the entire team. holding hands underneath the table, sharing caring glances, and showing the mates around him what truly laid underneath the 'i'm bringing a good friend'.

somewhere along the way, it was impossible to hide the relationship anymore. cameras and supporters waited for gavi almost everywhere. you went out to get food for the movie night, and were approached almost immediately by a couple of girls. flirting with their eyes, touching his upper arm so softly with their manicured nails, and handing him little notes with their numbers on them. it bothered you, it pained you to watch the scene unfold without being able to say something, or actually claim him at all after still being hidden from the world as his girlfriend.

and those situations occurred more and more, and got insanely difficult to watch for you. so, the decision to publicly announce the relationship was made without overthinking. while your discomfort grew again when the followers increased on your Instagram account, the fans who actually liked gavi for his playing style and the skills he had, commented the nicest things underneath your pictures.

and gavi, he was certainly posting at least one story every day of you, the ones he had saved for way too long from months back, and telling the world how happy he was about finally showing off his girl, the one he loved. and when you struggled, pablo just became a more caring person than you expected. the dates were still mostly at home, not wanting the cameras or fans to interfere on such special nights. little gifts, like roses delivered to your house when he was away for another game, or a bracelet with two little silver letters on it. p and g, for pablo gavira.

like in every other relationship with a public figure, there always had to be a couple of people who claimed you were in a relationship for the fame. and on some days, the comments got very mean, calling you the worst names and even insulting you. but gavi was quick to shut them down, posting a picture of the two of you with a sweet caption, reassuring you that there was nothing in the world that could separate the two of you.

it never got not difficult as the thoughts of him being away from you, in another town with girls lining up in front of him to share their thoughts, pablo always showed you the opposite. receiving a note with a number turned into giving the piece of paper back to the girl with a delightful smile, and starting to ramble on about the beautiful girlfriend he has at home, who's waiting for his return to barcelona. over the time, you became comfortable with the situations, even the cameras that took several pictures of the two of you while being out and about.

you might never get a real name from the newspapers, always called gavi's girlfriend or the girl he's dating but it was alright. you got a seat in the section for people close to the players each home game, wearing one of the barcelona jerseys with his name written in capital letters on the back. this time, you were truly his, and not another person who only came to enjoy the game. you were in the stands, arms in the air, hands clapping together for the number nine of barcelona. your boyfriend, who always dedicated the goals he scored to you. sometimes with a heart, sometimes with blowing a kiss, and other days with a cheeky wink and thumbs up.

but you were there, proud of the man he has become over the past months, and in the comfort of your arms. cheering for him, clapping for your boyfriend. your number nine. your golden boy. your pablo gavi.

and you were his first girlfriend, the first one he gave his heart to without protection, and the first one, he truly loved and cared for.

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bonny-kookoo · 7 months

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ahh, i'm excited. i love unstable, i'm happy you were inspired by the concept pics

I love unstable too, kinda sad I don't get any drbables for it haha. But I love it too much to put it in the basement yet haha

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foxymoxynoona · 2 years

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i love mishka 🥺💗

I'm so glad!! I hope you like the remaining drbables for her and future LRL stories 00we have definitely not seen the last of her 😊

#asks #anonymous #lowlander

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voidcat · 2 years

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Dazai in those stripped button ups can get it

#of this post gets interaction while y’all ignored the fyodor drbable I WILL cause a problem #talking #dazai osamu #dazai the next day showing up at my room wearing nothing but one of his stripped button up shirts: 😏

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spacesuitsforemergency · 3 years

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What if I make Remy and Raphael gay for each other and they’re dads to all 3 of their kids-

#LIKE #THEN LESS ANGST #AND ALSO THAT LUCY DRBABLE I WROTE WITH HER CALLING REMY DAD WOUKD STILL BE RELEVANT #PLUS THEYRE BOTH FLAMBOYANT CON MEN

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nerdasaurus1200 · 5 years

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Chat was worried. Did something happened to Marinette? The church was silent in waiting for the bride. Soon after there was a loud shriek. Sddenly Alya, the maid of honor, along with Kagami, the best"man" bursted from the side door. "Sorry for the delay." Alya said. Kagami set up to her place and leaned to Adrien for a whisper: "Lila Rossi was wearing white today to humiliate Marinette, and based on what you heard, we dealt with this problem personally." Mari and Tom are now at end of the altar.

Chat was worried. Did something happen to Marinette? The church was silent in waiting for the bride. Soon after there was a loud shriek. Suddenly Alya, the maid of honor, along with Kagami, the best "man" burst from the side door. "Sorry for the delay," Alya said. Kagami set up to her place and leaned to Adrien. "Lila Rossi was wearing white today to humiliate Marinette, and based on what you heard, we dealt with this problem personally." She whispered. But Cat was hardly paying attention by the end. Mari and Tom were now at the end of the altar.

#miraculous ladybug #ask game #nerd answers #drbable #house cat au #marinette dupain cheng #cat noir #tom dupain #lila rossi #alya cesaire #kagami tsurugi #marichat

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theateared · 4 years

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Which also reminds me, while I've had another language to remind me of the headcanon: Edgar can speak fluent Hural. This is purely because he's a hybrid, so spoke it for centuries in his previous life as a huro before he died. He mostly keeps it a secret, though just because it's a good way to glean information while people think he can't understand them. Most other lyes don't speak either English OR Hural, but their own tiny language that consists only of sound. That's why they appear unable to speak upon meeting them - because they don't know universal languages, because they don't live in civilisation like huros do. I haven't touched on it because it makes interaction difficult, but a lot of lyes have had to LEARN to speak English ( most haven't even bothered to learn Hural because English is universal ) - including Grace and Moxie. It's why at times in drabbles, they word things awkwardly, and I suppose I should have addressed that beforehand pfft. So yeah, Edgar is technically trilingual.

#mobile.#i meant to write this yesterday because of a drabble but i just forgot #but this reminded me #but the drbable made me think of it bc just like kuro/murr speak in hural #lyes speak in their own language too (or english post learning it)#and i felt i should specify that #just like murr and kuro arent actually speaking english #lyes IN THE WILD arent either #edgar's group is a bit sifferent becauae of the integration #but if edgar talks to another alpha for example #it will be in the sound language pfft

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abyssal-lix · 5 years

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joshua!!!!!

hmm, i kinda in a badboy!shua vibe.

like i could see him being all sprawled out on a couch at some house party, a dark denim jacket over his shoulders and a red flannel tied around his hips. his hair would be all mused held out of his face by a snapback. you'd be sitting on his lap, and he'd have his hands resting on your thighs or hips loosely. occasionally, he'd sit up and press his chest to your back and mouth along the side of your neck. if no one around were paying any attention, shua would tease and suck light hickies against the exposed skin leaving a small path of red marks along your shoulder.

to spite the boys, he'd guide you upstairs away from the main bathroom and into their shared bathroom upstairs, and he'd hastily lock the door before bending you over the counter. like shua just eating you out while telling you to watch how flustered you get when you cum.

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sprinkleofhappinessuniverse · 7 years

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Strangers At A Wedding

Prompt: Envy.

Summary: You’re stuck in the rut. Everyone around you seems to be moving forward with their lives and you’re not. You’re a little jealous to say the least. To help you your sister in law is trying to set you up.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Words: 1619

Tags/Warnings: Swearing(?), awkward moments, a lil bit of angst, lots of fluff. Reader has a case of the green eyed monster, my not so great writing

A/N: This fic is for @sanjariti Caro’s Game Of Prompts challenge! I want to apologise first and foremost if this is terrible.

“Envy is the art of counting the other fellow’s blessings instead of your own.” ~ Harold Coffin

You took a sip of your wine and leaned back in your chair as you looked at those who surrounded you. You were surrounded by people, mingling, dancing with each other and just having an overall good time. Their cheery moods were a direct contrast to how you currently felt. Miserable. And guilty. This was your brother’s wedding, his special day and instead of being happy for him you were at side, quietly moping.

It wasn’t that you weren’t happy for him because you definitely were. Probably the happiest out of all your family members. You felt a small twinge of pride when your brother said his vows and his now wife had gotten your seal of approval. Her name was Hannah and she was, pretty, smart and the perfect match for your brother. However, Your brother getting married only served as a reminder on how unexciting your life felt. It were as though everyone you knew was getting somewhere with their lives whilst you were stuck in the rut.

You knew people who were getting promotions, having children, things that were moving their life forward. As happy as you were for them, you were also extremely envious. You were single (lord knows your mother loved to point it out), living alone and working in a job you wasn’t sure you even liked.

“Hey nerd!” You heard your brother call, he came over to you, grinning as he took a seat next you. “Whatcha up to?”

“Don’t you worry about me. It’s your wedding day, shouldn’t you be with your wife?” You teased lightly.

“Well, I figured something was up. For one, you weren’t torturing us with your dance moves. So I took the liberty of bringing you some snacks,” he pushed a plate full of sugary treats towards you. You couldn’t help but smile at your brother’s gesture, he could always tell when something was off with you and vice versa. Usually you confided in him but today you really didn’t feel like talking about your problems. You took a bite from a cake and before you could even chew or even say anything Hannah waddled over, in her dress and heels, grinning at the two of you.

“Hey honey!” Your brother greeted her. “Coming to join us?”

“I’m actually here for Y/N,” she said causing your brother to fake pout. “Don’t look at me like that, you’ve got me all night.”

“Ew, gross you two. Don’t make me bleach my mind,” you chuckled. “What’s up, Hannah.”

“I know you told me to stop setting you up with guys but I think you’re gonna love this guy,” she babbled.

“Hannah, I don’t know about this. The last three guys you set me up with were horrible!” You groaned.

“They weren’t that bad,”

“First there was Lucas who actually said he was from ‘mega babe land’, then there was Josh who turned up late, forgot my name and had no manners whatsoever and then there was Grant who spoke about his ex girlfriend the entire time.”

“Okay so maybe those weren’t the best bunch but you’re gonna love James!” She argued.

“James? Let me guess, he thinks any music made after 92’ is cat poop and Thinks saying ‘that’s what she said’ after everything is hilarious. I think I’ll pass.”

“Y/N you haven’t even seen him! He’s super cute, but he can be shy and–”

“Just because he’s good looking doesn’t mean he’s gonna be a good date!” You protested.

“C’mon Y/N give him a try? For me?” She persisted, giving you puppy dog eyes.

“I’ll think about it,” you said rolling your eyes before standing up. “I need some fresh air.”

“You won’t regret it, I promise! Don’t be too long!” Hannah shouted after you.

You made your way outside and was grateful that it was empty. Leaning your head against the wall you took a deep breath and felt the cold air tickle your skin. You closed your eyes and tried to relish in the silence and emptiness. That was until you heard footsteps. Great, company.

“Taking a break from the party?” A voice asked. You opened your eyes and was greeted by a young man smiling at you. He was ruggedly handsome, a strong jawline, yesterday’s stubble and a beautiful shade of blue eyes that had a soft twinkle in them. His suit accentuated the curvature of his muscular body, beautifully.

“I just needed to clear my head. I love my brother but is a bit of a headache in there” you replied, smiling.

“I see, sister of the groom.”

“How’d You know that?”

“I was at the ceremony. If I recall correctly you were the maid of honour, who had mascara running down her cheeks?” He grinned. You hid your face behind your hand in embarrassment.

“Ugh, you saw that? Well I’ve already made a horrible first impression.”

“If it’s any consolation, I thought you it was…cute.” As he said it, you saw his cheeks flush red. You raised an eyebrow smiling.

“Well, aren’t you a charmer? Do you have a name, Mr Casanova?”

“Bucky,” he held out his hand and you shook it.

“Y/N.” you replied. “It’s not everyday your baby brother gets married. It’s feels like just yesterday we were arguing over who chooses what to watch on TV. Back then I was the worst sister in the world.” You chuckled, cussing Bucky too. You had to admit he had the cutest laugh. “Do you have any siblings, Bucky?”

“I have a younger sister, I can’t imagine her getting married, I’ve managed to scare of her boyfriend’s so far,” he replied.

“Ah, scary big brother eh?

“I guess so, I gotta warn you, I’ve been told I can be intimidating.”

“It’s okay, I’m a big girl, I’m sure I can handle you,” you winked. A sly smile spread across his face and you felt the heat rise in your cheeks, you couldn’t believe how easy you were flirting with him and if his expressions were anything to go by. He liked it.

“Shall we go inside?” You said. Bucky nodded and followed you.

For the next hour or so the two of you had a pretty good time. You seemed to click and you may have only known each other for a couple of hours but you thought you might actually be interested in Bucky. You had a few difference, as to be expected but you had a similar sense of humour, and your personality seemed to help with his shyness.

The two of you were at the food table, chatting to one another about the various food when Bucky got collared by one of the guests. As he was mingling you spotted Hannah coming up to you.

“Y/N! I’ve been looking for you!” She said.

“Hannah, I appreciate all that you’re doing for me but I’m not interested in being set up with James.” You stated.

“What? Seriously Y/N, I really think he’d be great for you!”

“I’ve been talking to someone else, and I think I might be attracted to him.” You said. Hannah raised an eyebrow.

“Who?” But before you could answer you felt a hand on the small of your back.

“I hope I’m not interrupting.” Bucky said to the two of you. You had to bite your lip to stop yourself from smiling.

“Wait? Y/N, you’re attracted to him?” Hannah asked, her eyes darting quickly between the two of you. Bucky started smiling and you rolled your eyes.

“Geez Hannah, way to embarrass me. And yeah. By the way Bucky you weren’t interrupting, Hannah has been trying to set me up with someone,”

“Really? I’m in the same boat, are you playing Cupid now?” Bucky asked, with a little humour.

“She’s trying to set me up with a guy named James. Going by the previous guys, I don’t hold much hopes for him.”

“James? She’s trying to set you up with James?” Bucky asked. He frowned. You didn’t understand why he was so confused. As if that couldn’t get weirder Hannah began laugh.

“Hannah, why are you laughing?” You asked, slightly concerned for the woman who was now doubled over in laughter.

“You two are complete idiots!” She said once she composed herself. She looked at Bucky and grinned. Bucky stared back at her and after a few moments he began to chuckle.

“Do you two want to tell me what the hell is going on?”

“Y/N, I know who James is,” Bucky said, scratching the back of his neck. “The man Hannah’s been trying to set you up with, You’ve been with him the whole time.”

You stared at the two of them before it clicked. Oh.

“You’re james? B-b-but you’re Bucky!” You blurted.

“You didn’t seriously think my real name was Bucky did you, doll?” He chuckled.

“Well, I guess, I never really thought about it,” you replied awkwardly. Feeling really dumb.

“Oh my gosh, this is perfect. It’s fate!” Hannah squealed. As if on cue a slow song came on the speakers. “You guys have to have a dance together! I told you, you’d be a perfect match!”

“I’m not much of a dancer, but I’m willing to if you’re willing too?” Bucky said holding out his arm.

“I’m more than willing,” you said taking his arm much to the excitement of Hannah.

“Then maybe we can have a proper date. What do you say?”

“I say that sounds perfect, James.” You said, as the two of you made your way to the dance floor.

Sure there were things to be envious of but you also knew there were things to be thankful and happy for.

Permanent Tag List: @poe-also-bucky @lilasiannerd @thegenderqueerbatman

#carosgameofprompts #bucky x reader #bucky Barnes x reader #reader insert #bucky Barnes #bucky Barnes fanfic #bucky drabble #fluff #marvel #marvel drbable

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welldamnshawn · 7 years

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I can’t wait to see you // SHAWN MENDES

Overview: Y/n and Shawn face time where they are interrupted

Author’s note: I have 900 followers um what??!!? BTW The cute heading is a lie, beware

“I miss you,” I coo into the phone, seeing Shawn’s face reflecting back at me.

“Gosh, its good to hear that,” Shawn’s distorted voice calls back to me, the face time call freezing momentarily.

“How’s tour been baby?” I ask him, curling up in bed, excitement unfurling in my stomach at seeing his face.

“Been so good, Sweetheart, would be so much better if you were here though,” He grins at me and my heart rate speeds up at the beautiful man that I could gladly call my boyfriend.

“Aw Shawn,” My cheeks feel hot at his compliment. We’d only been dating for 8 months yet I never got used to his sweet commentary.

“I can’t wait to see you Y/n,” Shawn tells me, the connection freezing again.

“Only a week left then you will be back home for a week!” I say enthusiastically. There was only 7 more days until I could hold him in my arms again.

“7 days are too long,” He whines, leaning his forearms on the table and resting his chin on top.

“You’ll survive,” I tease him, watching him smirk in response.

“I don’t think I will, not unless you’re here, right next to me within the next hour, I’m pretty sure-”

I never caught the rest of his sentence for a loud voice called over the top of him.

“Shawn, you’re taking forever baby, c’mon,” A high pitched voice calls, quite loudly may I add, the door to what ever room Shawn was in, slammed against the wall with a thud.

“Shh,” He cuts the person off, eyes darting in the voice’s direction before looking back at me worriedly.

“What’s wrong? Are you on the phone to your mum again? I thought we were going to have dinner?” her sultry voice murmurs and I feel my heart sink to my stomach. His eyes widen at her, as if saying stop talking.

“Who was that?” I ask, swallowing the lump in my throat as tears threatened to fall from the scenarios flooding my head.

“No one,” Shawn answers, all too quick.

“I swear I didn’t know you were on the phone to her,” Her sharp voice whispers to him, as if she thinks I can’t hear her, or maybe she wants me to.

Shawn nods, his eyes looking at something past the screen and my stomach twists. I’m angry. Angry that I can’t be with him because of my job. Angry that he’s surrounded by people who can enjoy his lifestyle with him while I can’t. Most of all, I’m angry that I fear he’s found someone else. Surely, I had enough faith in him that the thought of him cheating shouldn’t even be crossing my mind right now? Surely?

It was.

“Can you hurry up and hang up, I’m hungry,” I hear her whisper again and my blood boils, angry tears welling in my eyes. I felt betrayed. If Shawn was to hang up right now, abide by her wishes, rather then stay talking to me, his girlfriend who he had not seen in 3 weeks, I don’t know what I would do.

“Hey honey, I’ve got to go, sorry sweetheart, I love yo-,”Beep, beep, beep, beep.

The black screen shows my reflection, my finger still hovering over the end call button where I rushed to press it, not wanting Shawn to see the hurt that was written all over my face.

I guess that’s how I would have reacted.

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capn-charlie · 7 years

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hey you awesome person, i was wondering if you still accept emison drabbles and if you do, could you write one where ali asks emily out on a date, like a legit real date. They aren't an official couple yet, so i thought they should go on a date first! First emily will play it cool and thinks ali is joking, but ali is really serious about this and wants to show em how she feels. ly x

Oh, Emily. Sweet, innocent not really Emily:

“It’s late,” Emily breathes out. “I should probably get going.”

Alison nods after a small period of hesitation, not wanting to let the brunette leave because they’ve been warming up to one another more than ever before, though they haven’t discussed much of what’s going on between them. It’s not that Alison hasn’t wanted to explain how she feels, but there’s practically a brick in her throat every time she attempts to make conversation about whatever they are ━ or they get interrupted.

Emily pushes herself off the couch, being watched by blue, conflicted eyes while Alison’s mouth partly hangs open because she’s attempting to drum up some courage to make a move. Finally, after thinking she’ll have to go another day without being able to say something to Emily, Alison gets a word out ━ albeit it’s quiet and a tad vulnerable, evidently lacking her normal confidence.

“Em,” she uses the girl’s nickname, her voice small and, at the tone, the brunette’s forehead creases as she turns back to see Alison appearing nervous as she stands.

“Hm?” comes the short hum.

“Do you…” at first, Alison gets stuck, wanting to face-palm herself because this feels completely new to her and she doesn’t know why ━ or maybe she does. “Do you want to go out tomorrow night?”

“Sure, I’d love to hang out,” Emily shrugs with a dopey grin, entirely missing the underlying vibe. “Why? You’re bored of hanging here like we’ve been doing?” she teases.

“No, that’s not…” the blonde takes a deep breath as the sentence dies in her throat, looking away with crossed arms because she feels fully exposed and, at the weary attitude, Emily senses her own body shrinking back in a realizing manner.

“You… want to go out?” Emily asks, feeling cautious. “Like, on a date?”

Alison nods, not trusting her voice at the moment but forcing it out nonetheless, “If you want to, I mean. I just thought that, with what happened between us that night… I think it’s a good place to start.”

“Start… what?” Alison can see a tiny grin tugging at the corners of Emily’s mouth when she asks the question.

She partly shrugs when she doesn’t want to blurt out an answer, “Whatever you want between us.”

“What do you want between us?”

The question is solid, the girl’s words never wavering as she looks at Alison who, within a small amount of time, drums up a larger amount of courage and takes a leap of faith, pushing a subtle yet convincing smirk onto her face as she coaxes, “Go out with me tomorrow night and you’ll find out.”

The answer seems to catch Emily off-guard, her former, toying demeanor disappearing once Alison turns the tables, ending with the brunette having to swallow hard while bowing her head, afterwards peering up at the blonde through her eyelashes before they’re fully face to face like prior.

“Okay, deal,” Emily accepts the offer with a smile that makes them both feel like teenagers.

She goes to turn around and walk out of Alison’s house while the blonde follows her to the door. Once they’re there, Emily steps outside and Alison leans against the doorway, watching the brunette leave. Emily, turning to face Alison again, only smiles before losing her train of thought, ultimately shaking her head with a laugh.

“Goodnight, Ali,” she settles on whispering, getting a mirrored tone when Alison says, “I’ll text you later,” with a smile that has them both smiling heavily.

#answered ask #emison fic #emison drbable #emison

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hobidreams · 4 years

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Wait, I dont understand your newest drbable. How did she hurt her arm?

it’s intentionally non-specified for now! there are a few hints scattered around (biggest one is in the queen’s dialogue) but that’s it :)

#all will be revealed in due time #promise #rain reply #dreamers #moonlit throne #also the descrip is a hint

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jungshookz · 5 years

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wAIT IN THE NEW UNI!YOONGI DRBABLE IT SAID MAKE OUT W ME AGAIN OR SOMETJING HAVE THEY ALRWADY MADE OUT ONCE WHAT HAPPEND

they made out once and it’s not a big deal but also it’s a pretty big deal and y/n likes to daydream about kissing yoongi’s pouty lips from time to time but you didn’t hear it from me :-)

#answered #find a fic

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prider-parker-imaginations · 7 years

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68 & 69 w/ Cisco

#68. “Let’s do something crazy.” / #69. “We are not going to steal someone’s dog.”

You flopped down in your office chair next to Cisco, your knee bouncing with excess energy even after the coffee run.

Cisco arched a brow, “What’s got you so excited?”

“I just saw the cutest dog on the way back,” you admitted, eyes brightening. “You know that really cute Samoyed that gets walked across the street sometimes?”

Cisco shrugged, “I think so.”

You grin widened, “His name is Olli. He’s even sweeter in person. Super soft.”

Cisco perked up somewhat, “You met him?”

You nodded happily, “I almost ran away with him right there.”

Cisco rolled his eyes in amusement, “We are not going to steal someone’s dog.”

You feigned innocence, “I have no idea what you mean.” Your eyes gleamed as you remembered something. “Let’s do something crazy. You know, Olli’s owner told me that there’s a Samoyed puppy at the local shelter who’s looking for a forever home.”

Cisco shook his head, “No, we are not getting a dog.”

You pushed out your lower lip in a pout, “Why not?”

“Because we’re not!” Cisco exclaimed, trying to busy himself with organizing his desk. “You’re supposed to plan getting a dog and stuff. We don’t know anything about taking care of one. What if it pees and sheds everywhere or chews on our stuff? I don’t think we even have room for a dog!”

“So what? We can go to training classes and the puppy is already housebroken,” you defended, “And we’ve got plenty of room. Come on, Cisco, please? Can we at least go look at them?”

Cisco’s lips tightened but you could see that you were making progress. At last he groaned and ran a hand over his hair, “Fine. But only to look, okay?”

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cupcakemolotov · 7 years

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I know you have the kc valentine exchange fic going but I was wondering if there were another kc stories you were thinking of??

I have a few nebulous things floating around? But I don’t have anything particularly plotted out. TBH, my ideas are sort of ambush specialists? So I don’t particularly see them coming all the time. Sorry I can’t be more specific. I’m always willing to listen to suggestions, its just my muse if a fickle bitch.

we’ll see if I can get a few more mini-drbables done this week though. :)

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welldamnshawn · 7 years

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The fight (part 2) // SHAWN MENDES

Overview: Shawn arranges to meet with Y/n where they break up (spoilers alert)

Authors note: Y/n cries a lot I’m sorry

Just, can you meet me at the coffee shop on main please, 5:00 pm. I just want to talk.

My heart hammers as I read the text, my stomach twisting with nerves. Its been 3 weeks since Shawn has left for tour or more so left with the door slamming shut as our parting words.

We hadn’t spoken, hadn’t texted, and this was the first form of connection I had received from him. I had wanted to say something, the amount of messages I typed then deleted was more than I could remember. I just didn’t know what to say.

I’m sorry? Sorry for expressing how I felt? Sorry for wanting to fix our relationship before it was too late and I loose him? What I feared the most however, had came true.

“Thank you for meeting me, I know you were probably working,” Shawn tells me, holding the hot cup of coffee in his hands to provide warmth on the brisk winter night.

“I never work on Tuesday’s,” I murmur, already feeling my sense of hope draining away.

“Oh...right,” He coughs awkwardly.

“So how’s tour going?” I ask, smiling faintly, trying to find something to fill the silence that was so unlike us.

“Its awesome, Milan was amazing- we played there a couple nights ago, I loved it,”

I watch the bright spark light his eyes, just the way it does every time he talks about music or his fans.

“Thats awesome Shawn, I’m gl-”

“Listen Y/n,” Shawn cuts me off, my smile falling. “I’m going to have to stop you there, I arranged this meeting for a specific reason.”

I can feel my hands shaking and I desperately try to keep them still.

“And that is?”

“I want to break up,” His voice is steady when he says it, drastically opposite to the way I felt. It was like I was standing on a boat, a boat that was heading straight for a tidal wave- knocking the ship over and sending me flying into the water.

Of course I saw this coming, but that doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt. There was a small piece of me that was still fighting for him.

“W-why?” I stammer out, wanting a valid reason for the separation he seemed to crave.

“I..” he trails off not knowing what to say.

“We hardly talk anymore, you deserve a better boyfriend then me, Y/n. One that will actually spend time with you,”

“Can’t we work on us? If that’s the reason? Shawn I don’t want anyone else, I want you,” I cry, the water seeping from my eyes coming quicker.

“I... can’t” His own eyes filling with tears.

“Thats what you said last time,” I sob. “Then I didn’t hear from you until this morning. Why can’t you just talk to me?”

“Y/n please don’t make this any harder,” Shawn says firmly, almost appearing angry at my pleading.

“Shawn please,” I beg, not wanting to give up.

“Y/n, calm down, I’m not what you want anymore, I’m only going to hurt you okay? You’re going to find someone so much better if you first just let me go,”

“Is that what you want?” I whisper, tears rolling down my puffy cheeks.

“Y/n,” Shawn says quietly, avoiding my eyes.

“Just tell me its what you want and I won’t fight, I’ll let you go, only though if its what you want,”

He pauses, “It is,”

“Then its final. I hope you made the right decision Shawn, good luck with tour,”

With that said, I pick up my coffee and walk out the door, this time I’m the one slamming it shut.

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