#hannahs fics

[alessiasfreckles]

amnesia (ona batlle x reader)

You wake up in the hospital with no memory of who you are or anything about your life, but a pretty brunette is by your bedside, so it can't be all bad, right?

warnings: memory loss, car accident mention, hospital

a/n: part 2 here!

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“She’s awake!”

Squinting against the harsh light, you slowly opened your eyes, taking in your surroundings. You were lying in bed in a room with white and grey walls and bright overhead lights. The bedsheet covering you was soft against your hands.

You blinked, looking around the room. Four people were stood around you, a woman in a white coat, a man in light blue scrubs, and two young women in everyday clothes. The two women looked on the verge of tears, but you weren’t sure why.

Opening your mouth to speak, you gagged as you realised your throat was obstructed by something. The realisation quickly turned to panic, feeling like you were being choked, unable to breathe. One of the younger women turned to the woman in white, who you were pretty sure was a doctor, and spoke rapidly in a language you couldn’t understand. 

The doctor and the man, who you decided was probably a nurse, quickly worked to remove the tube from your throat. Eyes watering, you coughed and rubbed your throat, glad to be free of it. When you opened your mouth to speak again, the doctor interrupted you gently.

“Careful,” she said. “Don’t strain yourself.”

“Wh- where am I?” you asked. Your voice was hoarse, and your tongue felt like sandpaper. “Is this a hospital?”

The two women exchanged anxious glances.

“Yes, this is the Hospital de Barcelona,” the doctor told you. Barcelona, huh. That explained her accent. “Do you remember why you’re here?”

You frowned, shaking your head. Now that she mentioned it, you had no idea what you were doing there.

“That’s okay. It’s perfectly normal not to remember much. You were in an accident. You were hit by a car. Miraculously, you only broke some bones in your right leg, but you hit your head pretty hard. You’ve been in a coma since the accident, 15 days ago.”

Your mind raced as you took in the information. Why couldn’t you remember any of it? Why couldn’t you remember anything? Not even-

“Now, can you tell me your name?” the doctor asked, interrupting your stream of thought.

Not even your name. 

“I- I don’t know, I don’t know my name, why don’t I remember my name?” you asked frantically. You tried to sit up but stopped as a wave of pain radiated throughout your body, crashing over you. One of the women reached out, putting a hand on your shoulder. 

The doctor stayed for a while, explaining to you again and again what had happened. You’d been hit by a car. You’d hit your head. You’d been in a coma for the past 15 days. You’d been hit by a car. You’d hit your head. You’d been in a coma for the past 15 days. Over and over again, until it sunk in. 

She spoke to the two women before she left, again in a language you didn’t understand, the two glancing over at you with worried faces, the doctor’s face reassuring and kind. Once she was gone, the two women came over to your bedside. Tears brimmed in their eyes, but they were both trying to smile at you.

“Hola, mija,” one of the women said. She had blonde hair with dark roots and kind eyes, but she looked tired. 

“Do- do you remember me? Us?” the other woman asked, gesturing to herself and the blonde. Her hair was darker, and freckles were scattered across her nose and cheeks. Your eyes raked over her sharp jawbones, her angular face. Surely you would know if you’d met someone like her before.

You shook your head slowly. 

The brunette swallowed back a sob, the blonde holding her arm tightly. 

“It’s okay, that’s okay,” the blonde said. “The doctor said there was a high chance of this happening. That she wouldn’t remember us. It’s okay.”

“Who are you?” you asked, voice quiet.

“I’m Ona. I’m, uh, we play together,” the brunette told you, and the blonde looked at her sharply for just a second before looking back at you.

“And I’m Alexia. Your teammate and friend.”

Playing together? Teammate?

“Football!” you blurted out suddenly. You’re not sure how you knew, but you had this deep, innate sense that football is important to you. More than important, it’s your whole life. “I play football, right?”

The blonde, Alexia, let out a laugh of relief. “Si! You play football! We all play together, here in Barcelona.”

She squeezed Ona’s arm, who smiled tearfully. 

“So, I’m guessing we’re all pretty close, right? Surely there’s a reason you’re here,” you said bluntly, wincing at the pain in your head.

“We’re your best friends,” Ona said quickly, before Alexia could open her mouth.

“That’s… right,” Alexia said slowly. “I’m the capitana of our team, and we’re best friends. And you and Ona are also… best friends.”

You nodded, feeling exhausted suddenly. “Thank you both for being here, then. I think I’m going to sleep now, if that’s okay?”

“Of course!” Ona said, jumping up. “We’ll be here when you wake up, okay?”

You were asleep before the two had even left the room. Once they were in the hallway, the door to your private hospital room shut, Alexia turned to face Ona.

“What was that?” Alexia asked her, voice hushed, as though you’d be able to hear them through the door.

“What do you mean?” Ona shifted uncomfortably, not meeting the blonde’s eyes.

“Why did you tell her you’re just friends? Why didn’t you tell her that you’re dating?!”

#hannah writes fics #haven't decided yet whether this is going to be fluffy or angsty #let me know which i should do #also.... if it's going to turn into alexia x reader #ona batlle #ona batlle x reader #ona batlle x reader fluff #ona batlle fanfic #ona batlle imagine #woso #woso x reader #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso fanfic

[canonicallygay]

aaah i don’t usually post stuff this horny lmao but it’s a bit from @prince-liest’s 666: Live On Air! series which has been living in my brain since i read it for like the seventh time

anyway @prince-liest your writing is fantastic throws this at u bye!!!! 🫣

#just gonna tag #radiostatic #so hopefully it stays out of the tags where people who don’t wanna see this shit lurk lmao #hannah draws #their fic is so much better than my art go read it #idk how to tag suggestive art on tumblr now someone help #suggestive cw

[jackshiccup]

affectionate chin tilts my beloved.. (perhaps in the same universe as my college/long distance au)

#jackshiccup art #my art #hijack #frostcup #jack frost #hiccup #rotg #httyd #art consistency … idk her #snotlout’s not homophobic he’s just pissed theyre still dancing around each other <33 #hes on his last straw i think … #i say theyre not even dating yet but jack is clearly wearing hiccup’s college hoodie he he he #idk why modern au has such a hold on me rn… i have sock’s fic to thank i think #everyone go read can’t smile like you mean it by sockhead_42 on ao3 this is a threat #ALSO SHOUTOUT TO YENICH i love her modern snotlout hairstyle i just had to emulate it 🥹 #and still obsessed w hannah brushes weeee #noooo its 3.30am.. ok toodles 😴😴 #my first art of the year and its hijack GO FIGURE #tumblr i will grill u for killing the quality ☹️

[sp1rit-realm]

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༻¨*:· summary ·:*¨༺ 𖦹 remus is used to the same day, and then you come into his life.

༻¨*:· notes ·:*¨༺ 𖦹 please give me some grace. i havent written a full on fic in... a hot second 𖦹 record shop owner!remus x fem!reader (she/her prns) 𖦹 sirius uses he/they prns 𖦹 also. reader moves to england so she doesnt have british accent. yeah. 𖦹 lily evans being the best 𖦹 FLUFF (everyone cheered!) 𖦹 [brief] ANGST (everyone cried!) 𖦹 not proofread

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Routine—a very familiar word to Remus. His days were the same. Wake up, go to work, go home, shower, then sleep. He ate the same thing for breakfast and the same thing for lunch. Dinner was the only thing he frequently changed—maybe one day, he would have pasta, and the next, he would have chicken. He hung out with friends on Saturday, and they went to the same pub every time. The topics were usually the same. Sirius met someone new, someone they claimed to be "The One," only for that person to leave their life. James usually talked about training, Lily, and updates on her pregnancy. Since school ended, things had become... predictable.

You walked into the rickety old record shop, intent on finding your favorite album. It broke on the move to the UK, and you needed it desperately. 

Upon hearing the bell ring, Remus looked up. It was part of his routine—to see who had entered his shop—and there you stood, tote bag in hand with messy, windblown hair.

After searching through the Rock section for ages, you practically squeal when you see the album.

Remus looks up as you walk to the counter, "Hi." 

"Hi," You smile. Your accent throws Remus off, and he smiles. 

He looks at the record, then puts it down, "We have this in a white vinyl," He says, "I— I didn't mark it as colored, so you probably didn't see it. I can go grab it for you?"

You eagerly nod, "That would be fantastic!"

He stands, and you realize how tall he is—it's like he's towering over you.

A moment later, he returns with the other record, "They're hard to come by," He scrawls something on the record sheet, then rings up the album.

You thank him and pay, leaving him to wonder if you'll be back.

The next time you see him, he's with a pretty girl. She's got bleached blonde hair and a cute button nose. She's beautiful. Of course, you recognize the tall man—how could you not? He and the girl make their way to the counter; they both order.

"For Remus," A woman calls out. 

Remus—that's his name.

Remus steals glances at you the entire time he's at the coffee shop.

"Who's that?" Marlene asks with a coy smirk.

"I don't know. Came into the shop a couple of weeks ago."

"Oh, so you have a little crush." Marlene is full-on smirking now.

Remus goes red, "What? No." He shakes his head, "No," He repeats, trying to reassure himself that he doesn't have feelings for you.

"Sure," Marlene mutters, taking a sip of her drink.

Remus rolls his eyes.

About a month passes by until you see one another again. You walk into the shop. Remus looks up when the bell rings, and he smiles.

Sirius is there today, and they go up to you.

"What're you looking for?" 

You answer, and he leads you to the section as if you don't know the alphabet. He doesn't mean it that way, you know that. 

Still, you tease them about it, and their face goes stark red, "Sorry. I just— Sometimes record shops can be confusing in how they order things. Like, when it goes from 'C' to 'D,' does the 'D' section continue on the other side, or does it continue straight across? You know?" 

"I'm kidding around," You smile, "I've been here before. Granted, it was just once, but I know how it works. Thank you, though."

"But of course," Sirius curtsies, "Anything for you..."

"Y/n," You introduce yourself.

"I'm Sirius. Like the star," He clarifies, "Like, that's my name. S-i-r-i-u-s," They spell out.

You giggle, "Nice to meet you, Sirius."

"Nice to meet you. I love your silly accent, by the way."

"You're the one with the silly accent," You shoot back.

"Not when my accent is outnumbering yours."

You tilt your head and hum, "Strangely, I understand what you mean."

"It'd be concerning if you didn't."

"Do you frequent this shop a lot?" You ask, flipping through albums.

"My friend is the owner." Sirius shrugs.

You perk up, "Remus?"

Sirius quirks their brow, "You know him?"

You get hot, "No."

He narrows his eyes, "So, how do you know his name is Remus?"

"Well," You whisper, "I came in a while ago. He was really nice when I checked out. Then, a couple of weeks later, I saw him at a coffee shop, and they said his name when his drink was ready."

"You're a creep," Sirius raises his eyebrows.

"No!" You argue.

"Such a creep." Sirius begins walking away; you rush to follow him, "I'm telling him." He says.

You begin to panic, "Wait! No!" 

Sirius keeps walking to the front.

"Sirius," You whine, "Stop!"

"Remus!"

You silently will him to stop.

"Remus!" Sirius calls again.

"Lovely lady over here has something to tell you," He smirks.

If looks could kill, Sirius would be six feet under.

"I just– um–" You sputter out, "I just wanted to thank you for helping me with the record last time I was here."

You swear he blushes, but you don't want to look to find out.

"It was no problem," He smiles, "Maybe I could give you a call if any of their other records come in?"

Sirius smirks from the sidelines.

"Um..." It takes a moment to process, "Sure." You nod assertively, "Yeah. I would love that!"

Remus's world has turned upside down—you keep him on his toes. He stays up because, maybe, you'll call tonight. You eat lunch with him sometimes, and gone are the days when he eats the same thing every day. Gone are the days when he closes up shop at 7:00. Gone is routine.

"Do you want to have dinner tonight?" You ask, wrapping the cord around your finger.

"I'm actually going out," Remus responds. You frown, and your imagination runs wild. What if he's going on a date?

"Hello?" He asks, and you realize you've blocked him out.

"Huh? Sorry?"

"I asked if you wanted to come with me. You can meet my mates. If you want." He spits out. Saying it once is nerve-wracking enough; saying it twice is terrifying because what if you say no? What if you don't want to meet his friends? What if–

"I'd love to!" You cut his frantic thoughts off, and his heart swells.

"Really?" He asks.

"Of course!"

So, now, you're standing in front of a random pub, wondering if he's pranking you. It's been about five minutes, and you know that's not a long time to wait, but your anxiety is getting the better of you. 

Then, five turns to fifteen, and you're wondering how pathetic you look.

"Y/n?"

Your head whips to the door, "Sirius? When'd you get here?"

Sirius checks their wrist like they're checking a watch, "'Bout half an hour ago. Did the dimwit not tell you to meet us inside?"

You shake your head, "He said to meet him at the bar. So, I guess he didn't quite specify." You shrug.

"Well, come on in," He holds the door open for you.

You thank Sirius and look around for Remus. He's not hard to spot, and Sirius jogs over to their booth before whispering something into Remus's ear. He looks up and smiles brightly.

"You're here!" He exclaims.

"You're here." You say, tone almost scolding him. 

Sirius whispers something else to him.

His face drops, "Oh... sorry for not telling you to meet us inside." His mouth quirks to one side in a guilty expression.

You smile, "It's okay. I forgive you." You sit next to him.

"Oh, thank god," He rests his hand on his chest, "A pretty girl being mad at me would've been my death."

Heat blossoms in your chest.

"So..." James begins, "Now that flirt time is over, can I say hello?"

"Ha!" Sirius barks out, "Flirt time!"

Remus gets warm, "This is James, another one of my school friends. James, this is y/n."

All James says is: "You're his lock screen, y'know?"

Remus kicks him under the table.

"I mean–" James smiles, "Hello, it's nice to meet you. I have never seen your face before."

"Smooth," Sirius whispers to James.

You smile at Remus's red face.

"Ignore him, please?" He begs.

You nod.

Sirius and James tell you embarrassing stories about Remus for the rest of the night, and the boy starts to regret introducing you to them as a pair.

 At the end of the night, he drops you off. 

Rubbing his face, he sighs, "I hope they weren't too much."

You smile brightly, and Remus feels like he could fall to his knees, "I had an amazing time. They're really fun, Remus."

You leave him with a kiss on the cheek—he puts his hand up to the spot and smiles the whole way home.

"I've missed you," You say into the phone.

"I've missed you, too. You should just let me come over." Remus begs for the umpteenth time.

"I don't want to get you sick," You frown, "That would be horrible."

"It wouldn't be the end of the world. We could quarantine together," He smirks, "I could make you soup, and we could cuddle together on the couch and watch some ridiculous rom-com."

"Take a girl out on a date first!" You joke.

"I would if you weren't so busy being poorly." Remus groans.

"So you're asking me out on a date?" You smile and do a little happy dance.

"I guess I am."

He's smug, and you can tell.

A week later, you sit in a fancy restaurant—the kind where the prices aren't even on the menu. Remus is fidgety. He's wearing his nicest button-down, and you think it looks funny on him. He gets red at your comment and looks down at the table with pursed lips.

"I just meant that I'm so used to you wearing those comfy sweaters. You look good, though." You earnestly smile at him.

"You look nice tonight, yourself."

"Well, I'm going on a date with this charming boy. I wanted to impress him."

"I hear he's very impressed."

You insist on paying, but he won't let you. As soon as you pull out your wallet, he snatches it from you.

He kisses you before leaving you at your car, and you don't want it to stop. It's soft and tender, and it's everything you hoped it would be. 

One date turns to two, which turns to five, and now you're anxiously pacing in your flat. You're dating Remus; you have been for a few months, and you're not sure when it's an appropriate time to ask the question, but you'll ask tonight. Except Remus doesn't come. He doesn't call, either. 

After an hour of worrying, you call Sirius.

"Hello?" He answers—it's obvious he's high.

"Hi. Do you know where Remus is?"

Sirius laughs, "Right here."

"Can I talk to him?"

You hear rustling as Sirius passes the phone.

"Hello?"

"Remus," You whine.

"Hey there. What's going on?" He's calm—too calm. He's also high.

"You were supposed to come over tonight." You frown—it's a fruitless effort. He can't see you.

"Shit. 'M sorry, baby," He frowns, too. You can hear it.

"'S okay. I was just really looking forward to seeing you." You dramatically slide down your wall into a crouching position.

"I'd come over, but, y'know," He wanders off.

"You're so high you can barely walk?" You offer.

He takes it, "Yes."

"It's alright," You sigh, and Remus feels terrible, "Promise you'll come over tomorrow?"

"Promise," He answers.

But then tomorrow comes, and Remus has yet to show up. So you dial his number, but he doesn't pick up. An hour passes until your phone rings, and you're anxious and giddy and hopeful as you pick it up.

"Sorry." Remus's voice is gruff, and you can hear the guilt in his tone.

"It's okay. You can still come over. It's not too late."

"No," He sighs, "I'm sorry, but I can't... I have to break up with you."

Your face drops with your stomach, "What?"

"I can't be with you. I'm— I'm sorry."

"No!" Tears blur your vision, "You can't just tell me we're over. Explain yourself!"

"I just can't do it anymore. It's too hard."

You choke out a sob, "What's too hard? Loving me?"

"No," He sighs, and he sounds tired, oh so tired, "I'm incapable of giving you what you need."

"And who gets to say what I need?"

"Y/n, for your sake, I'm ending this. I can't provide for you in the way you'll need me to."

"Remus," You sigh, "I don't understand. What do you mean you 'can't provide' for me?"

"I can't emotionally be there for you. I'm sorry." 

And as you hear the dial tone, you let your sobs out.

You feel empty. Your only friends are Remus's; now you feel like you can't talk to them. 

"You're daft," Sirius scolds, "Y/n was lovely, and you break up with her over the phone?!"

Remus hangs his head in shame, "Yeah, I did."

Then Remus looked up and was met with one of his worst fears. He'd been on Lily Evans's bad side more than once, but never like this. He'd only seen this stare a handful of times, but not once was it directed at him, until now.

She marches over to the booth, never breaking her stare, leans close to Remus, and slaps him, "You twat!" 

He doesn't know what to say, so he holds his cheek and waits for her to continue.

"You hurt an exceptionally lovely girl for what?! Because you're insecure? Because it was too scary to feel loved so deeply? That girl gave you her all, Remus! And this is how you treat her?" Lily's face is red at the end of her rant, and Sirius tries to hold in their snickers.

Lily narrows her eyes at Remus, "I can read you like a book, Remus Lupin. I know what's going on in that magnificently stupid head of yours! Go apologize to her!"

"I can't," He murmurs, "I've already ruined it."

She rolls her eyes, "You won't know unless you try, and not knowing will eat at you, and you will die confused, sad, and alone."

"She has a point," Sirius agrees, "I mean... we all know you'll just mope around until we push you to talk to her, but by then, it'll be too late. She will have found somebody, and they'll get married, and you'll just be that bloke from when she moved here. Go talk to her."

"What do I say?"

It's almost midnight when a knocking at your door wakes you. Groaning, you get out of bed and make your way to the door.

You undo the bottom lock, keeping the chain in place.

"Yes?" You peek through the crack, surprised to see Remus holding flowers on the other side.

"I'm sorry."

He thinks he's surely blown it when you close the door, but he hears the chain clanking as you fully unlock it.

"What are you doing here?"

Remus wants to cry at the sight of you. Your eyes are bloodshot and puffy, with red tracing your waterline.

"I—" He has a whole script planned out but seems to have forgotten every word, "I have flowers," He settles on.

"For me?"

He nods.

"What are you doing here?" You ask again, taking the flowers.

"I'm here to apologize. I was a dick the other day."

You tilt your head, "You mean the other day when you broke up with me?"

Remus almost doesn't catch the sarcasm, "I'm sorry. I get so caught up in my head—"

You turn from him, "Come in," You mutter as you walk into your kitchen.

He closes the door behind him and toes his shoes off, "I get scared when I let somebody get too close."

"Tea?"

"Yes, please."

He watches as you move around your kitchen, grabbing cups and boiling the water. He's missed you.

"Why let me get close at all, then?"

"Because I like you."

You turn and look at him, "Do you, now?"

Remus sighs, "Look, I fucked up, I know that. Do you think we can try again?"

You walk over to him, "You said you can't give me what I need. What does that mean, Remus?"

"I'm unfit to be with somebody."

"I don't think so. You were wonderful the past three months. So wonderful that I think, if you work on yourself, we can give this another go."

"Can I kiss you?" He asks, leaning in.

"I look terrible," You laugh.

"No," He rests his forehead against yours, "You're always beautiful."

"Kiss me." 

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[the-one-who-lambs]

uhh hello!! sorry if this is a tall order LOL but I wanna ask, do you have any narilamb fanfic recs? :D I already read yours and I really like bamsara’s and I’m waiting for epicaandk’s to update (that one is my fav ever <3) but idk what to read now lol

Tall order?? Naaaaah, I'm always happy to give recs. Oh boy, I'm gonna go in reverse chronological order.

If you've read all of my narilamb fics (have you seriously? I'm impressed, that's probably well over half the 150k+ I've written for this damn fandom. Also, to anyone seeing this from a reblog, my stuff is over at onethirdofimpossible!) then here we go!

You already mentioned it, but The Rehabilitation of Death is excellent so far! This one is by @bamsara who is new to the CotL fandom but apparently not new to fanfic writing; they have a really popular FNAF fic and I assume the well-deserved attention this fic's been getting is a byproduct of the popularity they've already gotten in other fandoms. :D Welcome, bamsara! Many of the fic writers in this fandom are friends with each other already, but we don't bite if you wanna say hi.

Feel No Evil and Language Barrier, both by @payasita. I always love how payasita portrays this duo (in both digital art and writing), with so much sass and repressed loneliness, knowing they're stuck together for eternity and making the best of it. (And maybe falling in love, depending on how dense Narinder keeps being.) What makes these come alive for me is how well thought out the setting is outside the Lamb and Narinder. The descriptions and weight of emotions really pop here.

LITERALLY ANYTHING written by pavi / @i-eat-deodorant. Depending on how spicy you want your fics to be he has even more here. Character analysis, diction, pacing, etc. are consistently 10/10. Top-quality banter between a sassy Lamb and tired old man Narinder. We constantly bounce ideas off each other and inspire each other a lot but I promise I'm not hyping him up just because he's my friend oh my god please just go bless your eyes.

It Was For You, O Death by blueberry-muffin-massacre (if they have a tumblr, let me know so I can tag!). An intriguing alternative ending to the final battle wherein the Lamb chooses a secret third option by refusing to give up the Red Crown and still observing Narinder as the God of Death. So many details are so well thought out and duality their relationship is nicely characterized-- both genuine care for each other and also quite unhealthy. A fine line treaded well!

Confessional by jusmove (again, lmk if they have a tumblr). Been a while since I've read it, but I love how the Lamb chips at Narinder's very carefully built emotional walls. Their personalities are very well fleshed out here, especially Narinder's cognitive dissonance at being able to process love.

Confession by @thewitchoftheweed. I didn't expect a part two to this one, but my god I was so thrilled when it did update. Narinder and Lamb with their unique and parallel loneliness and their fucked-up sense of everything. Their relationship is very rocky here, and I love how they navigate it: with tension and eventual, pained acceptance. Mind the rating.

Of Character Development and Being Dense by @calliecature. A short and sweet narilamb classic. They're both mutually pining and one of them is too emotionally repressed to realize it. Guess who.

Not An Offering, But a Gift by @checkplzjuliet. Small confession fic. I especially love how Narinder's descriptions twist the knife of his situation here, and how Lambert is a total foil for him! There are a lot of good things happening in such a short span, which is impressive.

Also, if you think you've read all my narilamb fics... I do have a secret one out there too. Just so you know.

Happy reading!

I'm already friends with many of the people here, but if any of the writers I've tagged have been kinda wanting to reach out for a while but feel a little anxious... Don't be. I've made my best friends in this fandom by literally just waiting for some of my readers to get over whatever assumption they have that I'm cool and say hi. Or being the more confident one first.

#hannah's rambles #cult of the lamb #narilamb #cotl #fanfic #fic rec

[bird-likes-art]

Had to get this idea out there. How would omega collars work? I see them in so many fics and I’ve always pictured dog/cat collars but that wouldn’t work! Hannah Adams ticktock put this idea in my head today and wow it’s been on my mind constantly!

#abo #alpha beta omega #fanart #mating bond #mating bites #character design #character art #gonna post this as anonymously I guess #I had to get this thought out but idk if people I know irk can know about this #so that being said #hope anyone who sees this enjoys! #Hannah Adams #video a few days ago put this idea in my head and wow! #my eyes have been opened! #never gonna read a collar fic the same way again #alpha beta omega dynamics #omegaverse #omega #omega collar #collars #collar #tho really where is everyone assuming they bite? i always assumed it was more trap than jugular #but maybe that was just me? #idk #my art

[gojonanami]

prof geto (4) tomorrow at 8 PM EST!

…there is gonna be a part 5

#sab speaks #sab series [prof suguru] #part 5 will be the last part though #aside from the extra credit fics lol #I just hit 10k in the fic #I have like four to six more scenes left #I also may have some tweaking to do depending on Hannah feels

[willalove75]

Being Rebecca's partner /gf ( younger like Keeley ) and some of the boys flirt with reader. Both remain professional and hide their relationship but there's just something about a possessive strict rebbeca ...

Loveeee thisss!! Thank you so much for the request!💕💕

Warnings: Smuttt (idk how to write a possessive Rebecca without it tbh LOL)

18+ only Minors DNI

Tension was at an all-time high. Sitting next to Rebecca, you can feel the stress radiating off of her. All you want to do is wrap your arms around her, kiss her on the head and whisper words of comfort into her ear. When she glances over at you, you know that's all she wants too. But the two of you were in public and you haven't told a soul about your relationship yet, both of you agreed to keep it under wraps for the time being. Plus the season was almost over, neither of you felt the need to make the end of the season more chaotic than it was already about to be.

What was not helping the tension, or Rebecca's stress, was the fact that you were at an away game at West Ham. The team Rupert recently purchased.

Laying in your arms last night, Rebecca told you how nervous she was to go to the game, that she was anxious about seeing her piece of shit ex-husband again. Running your fingers through her soft blond hair, you reassured her that everything was going to be fine, and that you would be by her side, no matter what.

"Howdy boss, y/n!" Ted pulls both you and Rebecca out of your spiraling thoughts.

"Hello Ted." Rebecca says.

"Hey!"

"How 'bout the two of ya'll come in for the team mixer, West Ham and the boys are all getting acquainted with one another before the big showdown."

Exchanging glances, Rebecca reluctantly stands up and you follow the two of them inside.

It was noisy and pretty crowded, also unusual for the two teams to be getting together like this before a match, but you decided to not think much of it and followed Ted and Rebecca to the bar. Just before you reach your destination, someone pulls Rebecca away to introduce her to some people. She shoots an apologetic look your way and you softly smile back at her, letting her know it's fine.

Walking up to the bar, you notice a couple of West Ham players make their way up to you. You do your best to not pay them any mind, but they make it impossible when they try and talk to you.

"This game was going to be a breeze, but knowing there's gonna be such a gorgeous woman in the stands, I think I'm gonna have a hard time focusing." One of the players says, flashing you a million dollar smile.

"If you get distracted that easily, you're gonna have more problems than the match." You retort.

"Pretty and quick, that's a rare combination."

"It's only rare when you give off the energy of an entitled football player."

The boys around him erupt in a chorus of "ohhhh shitt!" and you laugh, making the football player talking to you laugh as well.

Rebecca hears the commotion and looks over, immediately spotting you in the middle of a group of footballers. Her eyes are locked on you, there's a bubbling of, something, in her chest that feels foreign to her. Anger? Stress? Jealousy? That last one resonated more than she expected, what she jeal-

"Earth to boss, come in boss!" Ted says, pulling her back to reality.

"My apologies Ted, what was that again?"

Surrounded by the boys, you had no idea that Rebecca spotted the interaction. The player talking to you leans in a little more.

"May I buy you a drink gorgeous?"

"You're literally about to go play football, you're gonna drink?"

"Of course not, I have morals!" He says with a laugh and you shoot him a look, eliciting another laugh from the group. "I will be drinking water, what will you have?"

"I'm flattered, but no thank you."

"Please," he says, taking your hand into his. "I insist." He lightly kisses your knuckles and you stand there in shock for a second, never expecting him to be that bold.

Hearing laughter erupt, Rebecca looks over towards you again and see's the footballer lean in. Her eyes narrow when she see's him take your hand and place a kiss on it. Never in her life has Rebecca's body tensed up so much, seeing someone else's lips on your skin set something off in her that she's never felt before. Looking at your face, she knows immediately that you're uncomfortable. Even though she was in the middle of a conversation, before her brain can catch up with her legs, she's walking over towards you.

Walking straight through the group of guys, she stands next to you, an intense glare in her eyes directed at the player that was flirting with you.

"Don't you have a match to warm up for?" She says, her tone is cold and icy. It's taking every ounce of self control she has to not wrap her arm around your hip and pull you into a deep kiss, claiming you as hers.

With fear in his eyes, the guy mutters "oh right, yeah we gotta go." and walks away, the rest of the players following close behind him.

You let out a sigh of relief and turn towards Rebecca, you're surprised to see the intense look that's lingering in her eyes.

"Thank you- are you okay?"

She takes a deep breath and tried to ground herself.

"Yes, are you?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, just the usual footballers acting like dogs. You sure you're okay?"

"Yes, I promise." She says, leaning into your ear. "Although it took ever ounce of self control I had to not show all of them that you're mine." She says with a low voice.

Your heart skips a beat and you feel your cheeks blush a bit.

"Well, that certainly would have been interesting, wouldn't it?" You joke.

"You have no idea."

"Rebecca Welton, I didn't know you were the jealous type."

"Neither did I, I suppose it's only when someone tries to take what's mine."

"Fuck." You whisper, your eyes meet hers. Her pupils are dilated just enough to know how sincere, and turned on, she is.

"I'm walking away now before I do something stupid." She says with a mischievous look in her eyes. She gives you a wink and walks back towards the group she was talking to before.

The players slowly leave and prepare for the match, leaving the room much emptier than before, although there's still a lot of people left. Walking around with a drink in your hand, you wander aimlessly, eventually landing by one of the windows and looking out onto the pitch.

Rebecca spots you from across the room and can't help but smile as she watches you gaze out the window. Her attention is pulled back into the conversation she was in and she turns back to the group.

You're not sure how much time had passed, since you ended up spacing out looking outside, but you're sure the match is going to start soon. Just as you're about to walk away you feel a hand wrap gently around your arm. Turning around, you find yourself face-to-face with no one other than Rupert Mannion, Rebecca's ex-husband. For a second you freeze, you can't stand this man. You're convinced that he's dedicated at least 75% of his life to trying to ruin Rebecca's - for whatever sick reason. Trying to keep your scowl at bay, you try and smile at him, hiding your distain.

"You must be from Richmond, there's no way someone so beautiful could be working at West Ham and get by me." He says, laying the charm on thick.

"Yes, I am from Richmond." You say, ignoring the last half of what he said.

"My name is Rupert Mannion, please, take a seat." He gestures to the two chairs near the window.

"Oh, that's okay-"

"I insist." He has a look in his eye that's telling you he isn't asking.

To avoid any more confrontation, you sit, trying to see if you spot Rebecca anywhere.

"I'm sorry, what was your name again?" He asks.

"Y/n."

"Oh yes, I've heard of you. You're one of the newer additions to the fine staff over at Richmond."

"Uh, yeah."

"So, y/n, tell me, what is it that you do?"

You begin to describe your job and what you do on a daily basis. The more you speak, the further Rupert leans in. If you didn't know any better, you would be smitten by his charm. He may be a bastard, but he's certainly a charming one.

"What a coincidence, we recently lost someone in a similar position here. You wouldn't be interested in it, would you? I can guarantee you a much higher salary here than you would be making over at Richmond."

"Uh, I appreciate the offer, but no thanks, I really like it over there."

Rupert lets out an obnoxiously fake laugh.

"Oh you're a funny one. Well at least think about it, for me." He says, practically batting his eyelashes.

"Uh-" The words suddenly disappear from your lips when he puts his hand on your knee, slowly sliding it up to the middle of your thigh. You freeze, not having any idea of what to do. Well, you want to scream at him to get off of you and run into Rebecca's arms, but that's not an option for a plethora of reasons.

"I would love to have someone as gorgeous as you in my office every day, y/n." He says, leaning in.

As if she has a sixth sense for trouble, Rebecca turns back to look at you and see's you with Rupert. Her jaw clenches when she see's him talking to you. Shifting her eyes down, she see's his hand on your thigh, coupled with the look on your face, she feels like every cell in her body is bursting with anger.

Walking away from the group, Rebecca makes it over to you in an instant. You're pulled from your frozen state when you feel a hand wrap around your wrist, pulling you up.

"Get your hands off of her." Rebecca snaps at Rupert.

"Rebecca, dear, how are you?" He says, glaring at her.

"Keep your hands off of my staff Rupert." She growls, pulling you behind her.

"Ah, always the protective one, must be that maternal instinct kicking in, isn't it?"

Rebecca's hand tightens around your wrist, that one had to have hurt, even if it was a little. She glares at him with an anger you've never seen before and Rupert puts his hands out in front of him, signaling he means no harm.

"Alright, alright, I was only getting acquainted with your new staff member, no need to get angry dear."

Rupert stands up and begins to walk away.

"It was so lovely meeting you, y/n."

Rupert walks out to the stands and Rebecca pulls you out of the room. Down the hall, she opens a random door and finds a supply closet, pulling you in, she closes the door and pins you up against it.

With her hot breath against your skin, your knees almost give out underneath you. Her pupils are completely blown as she stares down at you, a hungry look in her eyes.

"Rebecca-"

"Sh," she says, putting a finger over your lips. "those stupid football players I can deal with, but him, that fucking asshole, absolutely not."

"I didn't-"

"I know, trust me I know that was all him, but even still. You are mine."

Before you can even agree to her statement her lips are on yours, her tongue pushing it's way into your mouth. She kisses you rough and passionately, as if she'd die if she ever stopped. Her hands pull at the fabric on your body, pressing you into her as hard as possible.

"How I would love you take you bent over his desk right now." She pants as she kisses you hard. "But this will have to do."

Her hands travel to the waistline of your pants and she unbuttons them and pulls them down to your ankles along with your underwear.

Seeing her like this, so possessive, so protective, so hot for you, she didn't even need to touch you for the wetness between your legs to threaten to leak down your thighs.

Slender fingers find their way between your folds and you moan into her mouth as they circle your clit. Once you're stimulated even further and Rebecca's fingers are coated in your arousal, she slides two fingers into you effortlessly until she's knuckle deep. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and you bite down on your lip to suppress the moan.

Rebecca begins to pump her fingers in and out of you, you know this is going to be fast and rough and the thought is only making your center drip even more.

"You are mine. All mine." She says as she fucks you. "Mine to do whatever I please with, mine to fuck wherever and whenever I want to."

Your nails begin to dig into her skin as she rushes you towards the edge, you won't last long, not with how she's fucking you and talking to you. She knows what gets you going and today she's pulling out every trick in her book.

"Say it, tell me you're all mine." She growls in your ear.

"I'm- fuck- I'm all yours, only yours, yours to do whatever you- ah! want with."

She picks up the pace and presses the base of her hand against your clit, grinding into it with every thrust of her wrist.

"You're such a good girl, letting me take you wherever I want. Watching those boys flirt with you, god I wanted to take you right then and there."

"Yeah?" You whine.

"Yeah, bend you over that bar and fuck you senseless."

"Oh fuck, Rebecca, I'm gonna-"

"Good girl, that's it, cum for me, I want you to cum all over my fingers."

She thrusts harder and curls into you, driving you right to the edge. You bite down on the collar of her blazer to keep your moans from ringing out into the building. Grinding down on her you clench and she shoves you over the edge into bliss.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head and your vision goes white. Your legs tremble underneath you, gripping onto Rebecca for dear life. She pulls the orgasm out of you for as long as possible before finally pulling her fingers out.

You fall into her arms, your body almost completely limp. She catches you and holds you tight, licking her fingers clean. Resting your head against her chest, you lay there for a minute as you catch your breath and come back down to Earth. Rebecca runs her fingers through your hair and kisses you on the top of your head.

"You were so good for me, thank you my love." She whispers into your hair, pressing another kiss into it.

Standing up straight, she holds onto your waist until she's sure you're steady on your feet. She pulls your underwear and pants back up, buttoning and zippering them again. Cupping your face, she brings her lips to yours and kisses you. This kiss is nothing like the last one, this one is soft, tender, filled with love. You kiss her back and wrap your arms around her neck, pulling her close into you.

When your lips part she fixes the collar on your shirt and you fix her blazer and wipe away the smeared lipstick from her lip.

"I should get you jealous more often, holy shit Rebecca." You say with a giggle.

"Don't play with fire my love, you'll get burnt." She says, placing one last kiss on your lips.

The match started by the time you got back to your seats, you got a few questioning looks from Higgins and Keeley but you both ignored them and sat down and watched the game.

Richmond ended up losing, pretty badly at that. Even though the match was lost, both you and Rebecca left the match satisfied in a much different way.

#willalove75 #hannah waddingham #rebecca welton x reader #rebecca welton #ted lasso #rebecca welton fanfic #wlw fanfic #ted lasso fic

[revnah1406]

Sparrow in Op Kingslayer!

(click for Better quality!) Reference: Ghost Recon Breakpoint concept art

Finally I can bring Sparrow's look in OPK to you guys!! Not gonna lie, if I was a narco from Santa Blanca Cartel I would let her crush my head with those biceps. Guilty ✌🏻.

Old sketch:

Hahahaha! Anyway I also want to bring some good news! I'll bring Op Kingslayer Chapter 4 soon! There's not gonna be as much action as chapter 3 (that doesn't mean that there won't be drama. There's always drama.) but I'll put all the stakes in chapter 5 (you'll get it when you read it).

Anyway! Hope you like it! I'm working on updating Sparrow's ref sheet, so you'll probably see more of this hahahaha!

I can't wait to see how my beautiful moots see their ocs in OPK! 👀👀🧡✨

#hannah “sparrow” clayton #hannah clayton #sergeant major hannah “sparrow” clayton #Operation Kingslayer #op Kingslayer #OPK #call of duty #call of duty oc #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare 2 #my oc #my fic #ghost recon #ghost recon Wildlands #ghost recon breakpoint #oc crossover #my art

[vilnmelling]

Chart memes, round 2

As I said, I'VE GOT MORE CHARTS!

Hailey would obviously go in the "keeps clogging the pipes" in the first chart, but my lazy ass couldn't be bothered to get a picture of her, so let's ✨pretend✨

#someone write a fic about them all playing mario kart i'd read that #i'd write it myself but i already have a novel and a side fanfiction project i'm working on #hatchetfield chart memes #starkid #hatchetfield #hatchetverse #nerdy prudes must die #starkid npmd #npmd #the guy who didn't like musicals #starkid tgwdlm #tgwdlm #becky barnes #pete spankoffski #bill woodward #lex foster #professor hidgens #emma perkins #ruth fleming #ted spankoffski #linda monroe #gary goldstein #max jägerman #richie lipschitz #charlotte sweetly #steph lauter #stephanie lauter #hannah foster #tom houston #paul matthews

[alessiasfreckles]

scratches down your back now (ona batlle x reader)

you just want Ona to use you, and she's more than happy to do so.

warnings: SMUT 18+, dom!ona, sub!reader, fingering (r receiving), strap (r receiving), back scratching, dirty talk, degradation, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, praise kink

a/n: based on this request, hope you enjoy x

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You had been teasing Ona all day. In training, you wore the shorts she liked, the short ones that showed off your legs. You would look over to catch her watching you in the gym, looking at your arms as you lifted weights, looking at your ass when you did squats, her eyes dark. Even from across the gym you could tell that her jaw was clenched, a small frown on her face. She knew what you were doing. 

The journey home was quiet. Ona’s hand was on your leg as she drove, fingers squeezing just hard enough to make sure you could feel it, but not so hard as to hurt. She stayed close to your knee, ignoring the way you were squirming in your seat, shifting your leg in an attempt to get her to move her hand higher up your thigh. 

She glanced over at you, an eyebrow raised, but said nothing. You sighed and resigned yourself to waiting until you were home. The last 10 minutes of the drive felt like an hour, and you breathed a sigh of relief when Ona finally pulled into the parking spot of your apartment. 

As soon as you were in the bedroom, she pushed you against the wall, hands pinned above your head. Her face was right in front of yours, and you could feel her breath on your lips.

“So, what was all that about, mi amor?” she asked, voice casual, like she didn’t have you pinned against the wall. 

You shrugged, cheeks going warm. Despite all the teasing, actually saying out loud that you wanted her attention, that you wanted her to fuck you, felt embarrassing somehow. 

“Hm?” she asked, her lips frustratingly close to yours. You leant forward in an attempt to kiss her, pouting when she moved back. Her thigh came up between yours, nudging your legs apart, but not coming high enough to give you any friction or pleasure. You could feel your clit throbbing, aching to be touched.

“Please, I need you,” you whimpered.

“What do you need from me, bebita?” she asked, kissing your neck softly.

“Need- need you to touch me.”

“I am touching you,” she said, smirking against your skin when you whined.

“No, properly,” you said, letting out a hiss as she bit your neck. 

“Is this not ‘properly’?” she asked innocently.

You sighed, pouting. “Oni, please, I need you to- I need you to fuck me!”

She pulled back from your neck, smiling widely. “Oh, bebita, why didn’t you just say so? MY little slut wants me to fuck her, hm?”

You moaned at her words and nodded, your cheeks pink. 

“How do you want me to fuck you, amor?” she asked, bringing her thigh up to meet your still clothed pussy. “You want to get off on my leg, like this?”

You whimpered, grinding against her, but shook your head. “No, I- I want you to use me. Fuck me however you want.”

Ona’s breath caught in her throat, her eyes darkening with lust. “Fuck,” she said, voice hoarse. “You want me to fuck you like the slut you are? Take your clothes off and get on the bed.”

You quickly complied, stripping and lying on your back on the bed. You were so wet that you could feel it between your legs, desperate for her touch. Ona took off her clothes as well, leaving just her underwear and sports bra on, watching your every movement. 

“Spread your legs. I want to feel you.”

She wasted no touch in touching you, her fingers only briefly caressing your dripping folds before sinking deep in your aching pussy. You gasped at the feeling, two fingers inside you with no preparation, pounding in and out of you with force.

“You feel so good around my fingers, amor. Like your pussy was made for me,” she said, smirking at the way your eyes were glazed over from how hard she was fucking you. “I think you’re going to be ready to come soon, look at you, letting me fuck you like a toy.”

Her words were sending shockwaves to your core, and all you could do was moan as her fingers fucked you, hitting the sweet spot inside you relentlessly. 

“Please, Oni, please- fuck, I- Oni, fuck,” you babbled, incoherent. You’d been so desperate for her to touch you all day, and now that it was finally happening your brain was overwhelmed, only able to think about her fingers inside you.

“What was that, bebita?” she asked, and you keened as she added a third finger, her pace just as merciless as before. “You want to come?”

You couldn’t even form words anymore, the stretch of your pussy around her fingers the only thing you could focus on. The veins on her forearm stood out as she fucked you, a thin sheen of sweat covering her bare skin.

“Do not come, not until I say so. Keep taking it, bebita. Keep taking it like a good little slut.” 

Her fingers kept pounding into you and you whined, your orgasm so close you could almost taste it. Your vision felt fuzzy, and Ona watched you appreciatively as she fucked you, taking in the way your body let her do what she wanted to it, the fucked-out look on your face. She could see you trying to stop yourself from coming, brow furrowed, eyes shut as she kept going, your pussy clenching around her slender fingers.

You let out a broken whimper as you felt yourself getting dangerously close to the edge, unsure if you would be able to keep yourself from coming for much longer, especially at the pace she was fucking you at. You didn’t have to wait long, though. 

“Such a good little whore, aren’t you? So patient. Come for me, bebita,” she said, relishing in the way your legs tightened around her, her fingers deep inside you, your mouth opening as you came. 

Pulling her fingers out and licking them clean, she got off the bed with a grin, going to the drawer where you kept all your toys. When she turned around she was holding her favourite strap, the one that hit her clit when she fucked you with it, and the vibrator. 

You had barely recovered from your orgasm when she manoeuvred your legs and slid the strap inside you in one swift motion. It felt like all the air was fucked out of your body, leaving you gasping. She immediately started pounding into you, moaning at the way the toy rubbed against her clit as she fucked you. Your mouth was dry, all you could feel was Ona, the way she was fucking you, her hands on your hips, fingers digging into the skin as she pulled you closer with every thrust. 

She began grinding against you, eyes closed as she focused on the toy against her clit, seeking out her own pleasure, not caring about yours. Taking the vibrator, she turned it on and held it so it was on your clit and touching the strap at the same time, and the sudden vibrations made you gasp, eyes watering from the stimulation. The noise made Ona look down at you, a smirk on her face as she panted, sweat beading on her brow.

“What would the team think if they could see you like this?” Ona hummed. “Letting me use you like the submissive little whore you are?” 

You let out a whimper as she kept fucking you, relentlessly grinding against you, the strap rubbing your sweet spot constantly and the vibrator ruthless against your clit, hitting each nerve.

“If only they knew what a little slut you are, my little slut, letting me do whatever I want, using you to get off.”

Before you knew what was happening you were coming again, your orgasm washing over you. Ona kept going, fucking you through your orgasm, and after a few more thrusts she was coming too, the strap buried deep inside you, breathing heavily. She dropped the vibrator but stayed inside you for a moment, still grinding ever so slightly, just enough to make you whine.

“Such a good slut for me, hm? Letting me come inside you, such a good girl,” she said, leaning down to kiss you gently. “But I’m not done yet. Get on your hands and knees for me, bebita.”

You whimpered as she pulled out of you, leaving you feeling empty, but you moved onto your hands and knees as quickly as you could. 

“Good girl,” she said. You could hear the vibrator but couldn’t feel it anywhere, until she started to slide into you. She’d put the vibrator inside the toy, and the moan she let out when she felt it against her clit was guttural. You whined at the feeling, and when she started fucking you properly, her pace punishing, all you could do was bury your face in the pillow, gasping and moaning, taking what she gave you. 

Your third orgasm built as she fucked you, and when she dragged her nails down your back the pain sent jolts to your core, getting you closer and closer.

“What’s the team going to think tomorrow, bebita? When they see the scratches on your back in the changing room? They’re all going to know what a slut you are, that you let me use you like a toy,” she said, her voice breathy as she felt her own orgasm building. 

The mental image of the team seeing the scratches and knowing exactly where they came from was almost too much, and that, combined with her nails raking down your back once again, pushed you over the edge, your body collapsing into the bed as you came, unable to hold yourself up any longer.

“Oh no, I’m not done yet. I’m going to keep fucking you until I come again, and you’re going to let me, isn’t that right?” 

You let out a broken sob as she kept fucking you, using you to get herself off. Her grip on your waist tightened and her pace sped up as she got closer and closer, and the sound of her hips slapping against your ass as she fucked you filled the room. She came with a low moan, her hips stuttering and stilling against yours, the toy deep inside you and the vibrator still on. 

“Fuck, bebita,” she said, pulling out of you with a pleased sigh. You rolled over, hissing when the scratches on your back touched the bedsheets. Ona disappeared into the bathroom and returned with a damp cloth, the strap discarded in the sink to be cleaned. 

She tenderly cleaned you up, wiping your thighs down with the cloth, kissing you softly. Once you were clean, she settled into bed, cuddling you, careful not to irritate the scratches on your back.

“Was that okay for you?” she mumbled, eyes already closed. 

“Yeah,” you said, smiling. “Was it good for you?”

“Yeah,” she said, kissing you again.

#hannah writes fics #ona batlle #ona batlle smut #ona batlle fanfic #ona batlle imagine #ona batlle x reader #ona batlle x reader smut #woso fanfic #woso #woso x reader #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso smut #woso x reader smut

[guessimjoiningthespidermanfandom]

Sativa

Elliot x fem!reader

Elliot x black!reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Requested: no

"I say we sound better than you or me,"- Mac Miller in We (ft. Ceelo Green)

Warnings: underage alcohol consumption, mentions of weed, partial nudity

A/N: Literally a work in progress from 2 school years ago I read the beginning and thought it was cute so here it is.

Masterlist

“You taste like champagne.” You giggled, face not even inches away from his. 

“So do you,” Elliot replied, placing another cold sticky kiss on your lips. His fingers tugged at a ruche on your satin purple dress. “You look so pretty.” 

When you received the invitation to the end-of-the-year dance team banquet you’d felt melancholy. 

However standing (leaning most of your weight on) by your boyfriend, near a wall as an R&B song played under the dim lightning you couldn’t be happier. It wasn’t just the weed or the champagne making you feel fuzzy inside. 

You hummed at his compliment, shoving your face into his dress shirt. 

He wove the hand that wasn’t resting on your hip into your hair pulling you back gently 

“Gonna mess up your makeup, baby.” He leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead. 

Dramatic sparks of hurt flew through you at the way he denied your affections. Your less-than-sober mind clouding your actions. 

“You don’t love me anymore.”

He laughed at the pout on your face before pulling you closer to him by your waist, you sunk into his warmth.

 Growing up you never thought you’d be able to love or be loved by someone as much as you love him. 

“ ‘M sorry.” He whispered, pecking your nose. 

“Good, better be.” You claimed beaming, leaning up to connect his lips with yours. 

When he pulled away you chased him, not letting him go. Kissing him harder than before you wrapped your arms around his neck. He pulled you closer to him, gripping your hips. 

You sighed into his mouth when he deepened the kiss tugging on his hair.  

You pulled away for air and were about to go back in when your friend interrupted you. 

“Just because it’s the end of the year doesn’t mean the PDA rule doesn’t exist,” Chantelle teased. 

You turned around to face her, connecting your back with Elliot’s chest. He buried his face into your hair with a smile. 

“Leave us alone,” You bemoaned morphing into a giggle. 

“Need to borrow her, we’re taking pictures.” Elliot let go of you and watched you falter away in your heels as Chantelle pulled you by the arm. 

A picture with your team turned into 5, which turned into a “Wait that’s my song” and everyone headed straight for the dance floor. 

Every time you tried to find your way back to your table, another one of your teammates stopped to talk to you and offered you some of whatever was in their cup. 

You accepted and made conversation but now you were teetering on the line between tipsy and actually drunk. 

Seeing as the party was dying down Elliot began to search for you until someone was able to point him in your direction. 

Spouting loudly at your friend you stumbled backward in the general direction of your table. 

You grunted as you collided with something along your path. Familiar hands caught you around your waist, you spun around. 

“Elliot!” You called out with a goofy smile. 

“Y/N!” He said back in the same tone. 

“‘Missed you,” You slurred, resting your full weight on him. 

“Yeah?” He asked, readjusting you to his side. 

“Mhm,” You confirmed 

“Ready to go?” He looked down at you wrapped around his arm. 

“Uh huh,” You tiredly nodded before dropping your head against his bicep. 

“Where are your shoes?” He slipped the strap of your dress back up your shoulder from where it had fallen. 

You whined letting out a muffled noise sounding a bit like “I dunno”. 

Elliot reshuffled your body weight to lie right in front of him. He slid a chiffon bow-wrapped chair in front of the two of you before placing you down softly. 

“Stay here,” He warned. 

He waited until you lazily blinked up at him, recognizing a glimpse of understanding in your eyes to place a kiss on your forehead, setting off to find your heels. 

As he made his return with your various miscellaneous items he found you slumped into the chair he left you in. 

He tossed your phone into his front pocket, flinging the straps of your heels around his wrist. 

“C’mon we’re going,” He shook your arm to pull you out of your reprieve. 

You whined at being stolen from your almost sleep, glancing around the room you saw the population dwindling as people left and found their rides. With Elliot’s help, you hoisted yourself out of the chair. 

Whining out an “M’ feet hurt,” and complaining about the dirty ground Elliot picked you up and carried you to his car. 

He knew he couldn’t take you back to your house drunk, your parents would kill him and then you. 

Getting you to stay in the passenger seat was the hard part, but once he got you buckled in the second pulled out of the parking lot you were out cold. 

He was miraculously able to get you through the front door and into his room with no complaints. 

The problems arose when he tried to get you to drink a bottle of water. 

You threw yourself backward from the edge of his bed. Sprawling out with your arms above your head. 

“No ‘m tired,” You ignored him curling your limbs around a spare pillow and shutting your eyes. 

Placing the water bottle next to you on his bed just in case, he left his bedroom door open as he ventured into his cousin’s bathroom for her makeup wipes. 

When he returned you were fully asleep, chest rising slowly, and deeply. 

The bed dipped as he climbed on next to you. As softly as possible he wiped your makeup off. You roused from the cold wetness on your face, blinking your sleep away, you sat straight up like you were never asleep. 

Elliot just continued to remove your makeup. As he moved to the lower half of your face you began to swat at his arms. 

You tried to bite the hand holding the wipe and when we wouldn’t let you, you trapped his hand under your chin. 

“Stop, I’m trying to help you,” He told you. 

You pouted as if you were gearing up to cry. “Are you mad at me?” 

He exhaled heavily before answering. “I’m not, just need you to stay still,”

You nodded valiantly before allowing him to smooth over the rest of your skin. 

As your eyes began to droop again he used both of your arms to pull you towards the edge of the bed. It’d be much easier to assist you while you were still awake. 

He gestured for you to stand up and turn around so he could unzip your dress and slip it down your shoulders. 

Using his shoulder as support you stepped out of the dress and kicked it off your ankle letting it pool on the floor. 

As you stood there in your underwear, Elliot scoured through his dresser for a clean shirt for you to wear to bed. 

He tossed the large graphic tee he came up with next to you. You slipped the shirt around your head before realizing the neck was too tight to pull down the rest of the way. 

“ ‘Need help,” You huffed, pulling Elliot from his search for your bonnet. 

He came to your rescue by using both hands to bunch up the top enough for you to be able to slip your arms through. 

He knew you’d be mad at him when you woke up if you found out he let you go to sleep without a bonnet, so he took the time to find the one you left here a while ago. 

He stretched the satin fabric over your hair and pulled it over your forehead. The bonnet slipped into your eyes obscuring your vision. 

Titling your chin up towards him, Elliot shifted the elastic band to rest on your forehead, placing a kiss to the same spot. 

He was finally able to slip under the covers beside you. 

Now that you’d been wholly woken up, the both of you knew you weren’t going to be able to fall back asleep anytime soon. Which wasn’t a problem because you had nothing to do for the rest of the weekend. Elliot however had to be up by 7 a.m. 

Reaching over his head he grabbed his laptop off his windowsill. He opened Netflix and handed it to you. He turned over onto his side just as you scooched up into the pillows resting at his headboard. 

Sitting the laptop on your lap you opened your joint profile. 

Scrolling through the streaming services limited catalog. You went back to the homepage and something caught your eye. 

“Elliot,” You called testing if he had already fallen asleep. 

He answered without moving. “Hmm?” 

“You watched an episode of Money Heist without me?”

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tagged by my cool awesome buddy @redstringraven in this post!

heads up, seven up!

rules: post the last seven lines you wrote, then tag seven people. reposting, as the reblog chains get long!

Interpreting seven lines as last seven paragraphs just so y'all can have a somewhat coherent snippet from the end of a scene I wrote for the Roadtrip AU. We got some gayyy boys over here /aff

Fingers intertwine with his, the matching rings clinking together softly. Usagi brings the hand up to his lips and kisses his knuckles lightly. Leo chuckles and mirrors him, feeling the warmth of his husband’s fingers against his mouth. “How was your day, Hamato-Miyamoto-san?” Usagi whispers into the darkness. Leo’s heart thumps, “It was Wonderful. How was yours, Hamato-Miyamoto Usagi?” “The same,” Leo can practically see Usagi’s smile. “And More.” Sleepily, he leans his head forward until their foreheads touch, “I’m glad.” “Me too,” Usagi breathes. Connected physically, mentally, and spiritually, knees knocking together and hands still linked, Leo and Usagi fall asleep with ease.

Wow, these two corny ass romantics. Anyways, tagging more buddies! No pressure, though!! @deadpool1763492 @forestwhisper3 @ccomilk @sibillascribbles08 @punctuated-equilibrium @halogalopaghost @brytehowlite (Also, actively inviting you to share whatever writing you wish, even if it isn't TMNT-related)

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༻¨*:· summary ·:*¨༺ Remus only wants to kiss you when he's drunk.

༻¨*:· notes ·:*¨༺ 𖦹 shitty writing 𖦹 gn!reader no pronouns used 𖦹 hurt/comfort 𖦹 drunk!remus lupin 𖦹 i did not proofread this bc i'm lazy⎝(ˊᗜˋ)⎠

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Remus Lupin was drunk; he often was at parties. 

For some reason, people think Remus isn't like his friends. He's the mature one. You had yet to learn where people got that idea from. Remus Lupin was a troublemaker in every sense of the word, and you swore his mouth would get you in trouble, too.

He would talk to you until you were giggling. It would result in glances from other students and stares from professors. 

But, right now, you swore his mouth was about to get you into a different kind of trouble.

Another thing about Remus Lupin was that he was usually kissing someone, messily snogging them in the corner of a party before disappearing.

"Lights are so bright right now," Remus hiccuped. 

You laughed, "Okay, handsome," Remus blushed at the nickname, "Time to get you to bed."

He pouted, "But that's not fair," He whined.

"Why?"

"'Cos then I—" He put his finger up as he struggled to remember what he was going to say, "I have to say goodbye to you."

Your heart tightened. Why did Remus always have to say things like that when he was drunk?

You laughed, "I'm sure you won't miss me that much."

He frowned and looked almost offended, "Of course, I'll miss you that much," He argued.

"You don't mean that," You sighed, tired from this stupid act he would put on.

"Now," You forced him to stand with you, "Off to bed."

As you cut him off, he was about to argue, "No if's, and's, or buts."

He frowned.

"Stay with me," He was finally in bed, but now came the tricky part: leaving.

"I can't, Remus."

"But," He pouted while extending his arms, "Love you."

Your eyes pricked with tears, "You don't mean that, Remus," You turned away from him, crossing your arms.

He grabbed your arm, "I do!" There was hurt plastered across his face as he quietly repeated: "I do."

But he doesn't.

"Please, y/n," He pleaded, "Love you, please stay."

Your heart crumbled with every word that came out of his mouth.

"Remus," You sighed, "I can't do this."

He looked like a wounded animal, "Why? 'M I that unlovable?"

Your heart hurt. He's not unlovable. He's one of the most lovable people, you tell him. 

"So why don't you love me?" He asked.

"I do love you," You responded, trying to sound confident.

Remus crossed his arms, "But not in the way I love you."

"My love," You brushed some hair from his eyes, "I love you in the way you think you love me. I want to kiss you, Remus."

The gears were turning in his inebriated brain, "So why don't you?"

A tear rolled down your cheek, "Because you don't want to kiss me when you're sober."

Remus was fixated on your tear, "I don't?" He wiped the tear away, "How stupid of me," His hand lingered on your face.

Typically, you would laugh at this, but you couldn't bring yourself to do it, "Remus, you are drunk. You aren't thinking straight." You sighed as more tears fell, "There's a reason you don't want to kiss me," You choked, and your voice was weak, "There's a reason you don't want to kiss me when you can think straight."

Remus opened his arms; you couldn't resist the hug, so you collapsed into him. He kissed your head, "I'm sorry. I must really be dumb when I can think straight because you're so pretty, and so nice, and so perfect," He whispered. 

"Please just stay for the night," He tried once more, "Stay the night, then when I wake up, I'll remember why you're here and kiss you."

You tried your hardest to resist, "I can't do that, Remus."

He looked so hurt, "Why not?" 

You sighed, "Because I've done it too many times."

His brows creased, "What?"

You swallowed the lump in your throat, "Remus, every time you get blackout drunk, you do this. You tell me you love me, you ask me to stay, and you tell me you'll remember in the morning. You never remember." You cried harder, "I can't do it again."

"How many times?"

You sniffled, "This is the sixth time."

"This time, Y/n, I'll remember. I will wake up and kiss you," He promised.

You weren't sure why you listened, but you crawled into bed, and Remus cuddled against you. At least you had him in some capacity, right?

You woke up; Remus was already up, drinking tea, "G'morning." He said.

"Hi," You feigned puzzlement, "Why am I here?"

Remus shrugged, "Dunno."

Your heart frowned. You knew he wouldn't remember, but that doesn't mean it stung any less.

"I'll get going," You murmured. It was routine at this point. But today, he grabbed your wrist, "Stay with me?"

You pursed your lips and furrowed your brows, "Why?"

He smirked, "Because I was lying, I know why you're here, and I want to kiss you."

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of borrowed swimsuits, panic attacks and parties without purpose

Summary: Ava has been invited to a soirée at Deborah's place in Vegas. She isn't sure what to think of that, but she is definitely going to attend and see Deborah again!

8k words, rated E (but you can skip the smut scene at the end if you prefer a T rating), no archive warnings apply

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Fic idea for u writers : Yuri learning about the concept of fanfiction (she was already aware of it, and always deemed it childish, but after entering the club has decided to try to open her literary horizons) and somehow stumbling upon Natsuki’s old fics in the process. Natsuki, after learning abt how Yuri decided to check fanfiction out feels nostalgic and decides to open her old ao3 account. She finds kudos from user “Fantasy&Tea”. Chaos ensues.

#ddlc #ddlc natsuki #ddlc yuri #it would be even funnier if yuri doesn’t even realise it’s natsuki’s fics #like the writing is similar but she cant pinpoint out why #so natsuki has to go through hannah montana levels of shenanigans to make sure yuri doesn’t figure it out #text stuff