as good as new - AA23
pairings: alex albon x ex!girlfriend!reader (fc: quarterjade)
summary: alex soft launches his ex girlfriend after they find eachother again
authors note: ok so welcome to the start of the voulez-vous fic list! i hope this makes sense but incase it doesnt, alex and yn used to be dating before they split due to just growing apart, but they were meant to be😁
authors note 2: kinda rushed at the end so sorry about that! got a couple of requests to work on so ill try and get them done along with this fic list! and you cant still join the taglist!!
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happy new years!!🥂
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user7 happy new year gorgeous!!
yourfriend2 SHINING SHIMMERING SPLENDIDDDD
brookeab SHE IS SO FINE AND SO CUTE AND PRETTY AND LOVELY
user82 JAW IS ON THE FLOOR??
user90 im so in love with you
user26 GET IN LINE
user38 so so so so stunning
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last dump of the year🇦🇪
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williamsracing see you next year king🫡
user84 yn liking :’)
user9 THE FIFTH PIC?!
user47 is that..shirtless alex
user83 WHOS HOLDING THE BOX??
user97 technically its already 2024 but we’ll let it slide
user55 imagine its yn in the 5th pic..
user1 can we not? 1. its none of our business and 2. alex can move on and imagine being that girl and seeing people think its her bfs ex like..
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me and my boy ⭐️
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tinakitten CUTE AS HECK!!
yourfriend4 i miss him☹️
yourusername even though he hates you??
yourfriend4 he doesnt hate me, just not fond!!
user77 whos that in the second slide👀
user52 no tag either🤨
user13 moms weekend with the kids i see
user9 does alex get weekends? i thought the cats were yns?
user2 tbh we have no idea, i assumed he did but maybe not🤷♀️
user26 so so cute!! we need more pics of you and genji!!
alex_albon added to their story
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user66 GENJI AND MABEL!!
user73 we missed them :’)
user8 oh how i love cat dad alex
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alex_albon • mallorca
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me gusta la playa
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user4 THE CENSORSHIP??
user89 three shirtless pics?? someone call george
georgerussell63 someones coming for my brand🤣
user9 the softlaunch..oh im losing my mind
user33 yn liking alexs softlaunch post..shes checking up on the ex😭
user12 ran into george and lando in the last pic
user1 alex is so hot😮💨
user912 alex is FEEDING us at the moment
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sorry cant talk rn im too busy being hot
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carmenmundt absolute beauty💞🫶
user94 I CAN TREAT YOU SO WELL
user63 so so gorgeous
user9 alex and yn both being in mallorca and alex softlaunching..
user111 you are a dream
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darling, we were always meant to stay together💫
i was searching for photos to post and decided on 6 that really showed my life these past months
1. a photo on the first day i went out after we split, i felt lost and alone and decided to start documenting my journey alone
2. this is a photo i took when i went home and felt peace for the first time since our break
3. a selfie we took in the taxi after our ‘first date’. we met up for the first time since, and spoke about our feelings and decided to start taking things slow
4. a day out with you and my sister, i felt so happy knowing i had the two most important people with me again
5. our first holiday, this will always mean alot to me. we both said i love you for the first time, we spent all day, every day together just loving and holding each other
6. we were leaving and instead of being sad we knew that this part of our life wasnt over but instead we were moving on to bigger and better things
i love you so much and im so thankful that i have someone has caring and loving as you
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alex_albon just like it used to be and even better🌟
alex_albon i love you so so much
alex_albon i promise to love you forever and ever
yourusername my loveliest boy
user71 THEYRE BACK
yourusername AND BETTER THAN EVER BABY
user111 MY FAVORITES
user9 i didnt read the caption and experienced genuine shock when i saw alex
user8 so proper just say you were shocked😭
user88 i need everything to apologize to mads RIGHT NOW
user61 all the hate on her WHEN SHE WAS RIGHT
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Amidst a Crashing World (1/5)
Pairing: Arthur Morgan x fem!Reader
summary: You had left the gang about a year ago. There were many reasons as to why, but that you had received a rather gruff rejection from the man you loved was definitely on that list. Now, Arthur appears in front of your little cabin with an interesting demand.
tags for this series: fluff, little bit of angst, no-tb-Arthur, literally your love redemption, maybe smut (but probably not), slow burn (but I mean how slow can a story really burn in five chapters?)
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1600 words, less than 10 minutes reading time
It had been a year since you had last seen him. He was one of the reasons why you had decided to leave the gang. Because it had become unbearable to be around the man you had feelings for. The man you had confessed those feelings to and the man who had rejected you. It had been an uncomfortable moment, to say the least. Dutch had been talking about a bigger score for a while now and the mission had only been a few days away. You had approached Arthur who had been seated near a campfire with Hosea and Reverend, deep in a seemingly serious but one-sided conversation.
"May I talk to you for a moment?", you had pleaded. Your hands had been shaking. You had been aware: every score the boys went on held the possibility of never seeing them again. And you had felt brave that day. Brave enough to finally confess that you had feelings for this man. He was kind enough and caring towards you. He never was someone to express affection too openly so you hoped...that even if he did not feel entirely the same, he might be open to get to know you better and give you a chance.
"Sure", Arthur had grunted, a little groggily and stood up. You had walked a few steps away from Reverend and Hosea, just far enough to make give them the impression that this was supposed to be a private conversation. Quickly, but precisely and not without a certain shake in your voice, you let Arthur know that you liked him. More than the normal amount at least.
You peaked through your curtains to watch this very man dismount from his horse and caringly fix its reins next to the one of your horse, which was barely acknowledging the visitor.
For a moment, Arthur had just stared. Then he had shifted awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck with a warm but stifled chuckle escaping his throat.
"Yer joking, aren't ya?", he mumbled as he nervously peeked back to Hosea and Reverend, who hadn’t exactly given you attention during this ordeal. When Arthur had caught your dead-serious face and how you swallowed after he had said those words, he knew that you, in fact, hadn’t been joking.
"I- ehr...I don't see ya like that, I'm sorry", he had stumbled over his words. His voice hadn’t been upbeat or hopeful, not even apologetic or friendly. No, the longer you had turned those words over in your mind afterwards, you heard how bitter, how disappointed, and somewhat accusatory he sounded. He had turned around and had walked back to his log, shaking his head, chuckling coldly.
Arthur's hand plunged into his jacket, and he pulled out a wrinkly, yellowy paper that he unfolded. As he held the paper in one hand, a grin flitted across his face, before he took a breath and started loudly:
"I'm looking for the fierce, the ferocious....", Arthur stopped and plucked a ripe tomato from its stem. You had been growing this beautiful tomato plant right next to the gate that separated your garden from the path that travellers commonly used. But Arthur was the first one who had the audacity to help himself. Then he went on: "The downright awful degenerate y/n. Supposedly, she robbed a stagecoach and left the driver in a condition that left much to desire...She has fled to find refuge from her abhorrent, ginormous bounty of 15 proud dollars!"
Arthur had a shit-eating big grin on his face when you finally pushed the door to your little cabin open. He popped the tomato into his mouth, savouring the taste as he watched you step into the light and lean against the door frame.
"That you?", Arthur asked indistinctly with his mouth full, quick to catch some tomato juice with his sleeve as it escaped the corner of his mouth. He held up the bounty poster that showed the most unflattering sketch of your features that you had ever seen.
"I look myself in the mirror quite often, but I've never seen this creature staring back", you joked as you nodded at the sketch. You were still unsure what his sudden appearance at your doorstep was supposed to mean.
Arthur shrugged and sarcastically answered: "I really think they did ya justice. Have you seen the pictures going round of me?"
You had. They weren't nearly as bad as the one he held up of you. But they did paint him more cruel than he looked right now. Honestly, knowing him better, all you can see is an actually soft man which might look big and scary when he swings his gun around, but now, as he took his hat off, he looked harmless. The afternoon sun nearly blinded him as he looked at you, but he deemed the gesture necessary to be polite, apparently.
"Yer trying to take me in for a 15 dollar bounty?", you asked and crossed your arms.
"Don't want'a sound rude but that's barely worth it...", Arthur smiled, "No I ehrm...was close by. A farmer down that way told me you was living here. I helped him fix a wheel on his waggon."
"Sure...", you mumbled suspiciously. There was no way you would have naturally come up in this conversation.
"'s been a while...", Arthur commented.
"Yeah. More than a year. Took me this long to figure out how it'd bear fruit", you pointed at the tomato plant Arthur had stolen from.
Shamelessly, he plugged another one and ate it, "They're good."
"I know", you sighed. You had given up and moved aside to let the man into your cabin.
It was a humble little place. Just big enough to fit a table, three chairs, a bed, a stove and a cupboard. Arthur noticed the rifle that leaned next to the bed, the few books that were scattered on the table and finally his eyes fell on a couple of sketches you had pinned onto the wall. After leaving the gang, you had tried your luck with drawing. Yes, it was a way to remember Arthur, because though you haven't seen many of his drawings, you knew he sketched everything he laid his eyes on.
For a moment, you hoped that Arthur would comment on your sketches. There was one of a doe that you were particularly proud of, but Arthur just briefly scanned them before turning his attention back to you.
"Nice little cabin ya got here...killed the fella that lived in it before or...?", Arthur suggested, his eyes falling on a little hole in the roof that needed fixing and the bedframe which was uneven and brittle.
You almost laughed at the suggestion: "No. It belongs to an old lady who went to live with her sister in the city. She gave me the cabin to look out for, until her grandson is old enough to live in it."
"Oh", Arthur commented, fidgeting with his hat.
You had spent months trying to forget this man. You were sure you'd never see him again, not if you could have helped it. You were glad about leaving your affiliations with the van der Linde gang behind. However, this had never been the official deal. The deal had been that you could roam for a while, figure yourself out and then join back. You never did. And now you had a sour feeling as to why this man was currently scanning your backyard through the window.
"Why are you here?", you asked, your tone serious.
"It's good to see you again", Arthur light-heartedly said. It almost sounded like a joke.
"Arthur", you warned him.
"Lot has happened since you left...", Arthur said, still wandering around in this cabin as if he was scanning the small territory, "we lost some people in Blackwater...Mac and Davey...Jenny..."
You knew about Mac. It was reported in the newspaper, but when Arthur mentioned Jenny, your jaw dropped. You felt a sort of anger flare up. You had gotten along well with Jenny. She was a kind and funny girl and you had considered her a friend.
"How did- Why...How did this even happen?!", you grumbled, "Jenny wasn't someone who would be in the midst of a fight. Hell, she knew how to handle a gun, but-"
"I know", Arthur interrupted, "couple weeks ago we lost Sean, too."
"Why are you here, Arthur? And why are you telling me this?"
"Wanted to see how you've been doing...", he shrugged, but his demeanour changed when you opened a drawer. You didn't even need to pull out the gun before Arthur stopped with the sugarcoating.
"Dutch wants you back."
Hell, this didn't sound like a suggestion. It was more like a threat. Arthur was here to collect you. Not for a 15-dollar bounty, but for Dutch. Because he had lost too many people and now you needed to jump in. Also, every bit of hope you held close to your heart, that Arthur...that there was a tiny bit of him that wanted to see you. That he really wondered how you had been doing.
It died with those words. It stung.
"Get out", you demanded.
"Y/N-"
"Arthur, I'm not coming back."
"Dutch-"
"I don't care. I don't give a fuck what Dutch wants", you yelled, slowly pulling the gun out, "Honestly, you have some nerve showing up with this request."
Then, you had to laugh. Laugh at the absurdity of it and laugh because you were hurt. The laughter helped to supress the tears, for now.
"Ya ain't gonna shoot me, sweetheart", Arthur said knowingly, putting his hat back on and slowly backing out towards the door, arms still raised because he didn't want to give you the impression that he'd draw on you.
"Don't flatter yourself", you said, slowly walking towards him to make him move out of your house, "I wouldn't shoot your pretty face, but I can put holes in other parts of your body and it would hurt enough."
You felt bold, cocked the gun and aimed at his leg.
"Y/N..."
"Tell Dutch you didn't find me. Tell him I'm dead. Tell him I forced you to draw on me and you shot me...I honestly don't care. I'm not going back. I'm not...canon fodder for a cause I don't believe in anymore", you stated, your eyes fixed on Arthur. He might just notice that tears pricked your eyes, there was a hint of concern in his features.
When he opened his mouth, you were quick to interrupt him: "If you care for me just the tiniest fucking bit...yer gonna fuck off right now and not come back."
You thought about how he'd answer, 'I don't see ya like that', lasso you and drag you back into whatever hole the gang was hiding at the moment, but instead, he tipped his hat, turned around and mounted his horse.
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Next chapter: here
I never have the nerve to keep a consistent taglist, but here are some tags for people who said they might be interested in that sort of story:
@pinkiemme @loveheartarthur @lonesome-ranger @twola @shiokitsune @hugthedragon @missredemption @kakashiislut @thewalkingdead1463
If you want to be tagged, please comment under this post if you want to be included to the taglist for this story OR any fic I post in future.
Special thanks to @little-honeypie 'cause we've been cooking that story up together <3
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Why Creative Writing Might Make You Anxious (Even If You Love It)
When I sit down to write, sometimes I get so anxious that my stomach gets queasy. It can happen even when I’m wondering if I’ll have time to write today.
Anxiety affects even the best writers, so let’s talk about why your favorite hobby might also put you on edge.
Your Stories Involve Topics You Care About
Great stories always have centralized themes. Your theme drives your plot, informs your character’s choices, and draws readers in.
They’re essential, but they can also be deeply meaningful. You might feel the weight of being a voice on the topic, even if you’re talking about it through a goofy or unrealistic story.
Solution: Remember that you’re continuing a conversation, not presenting yourself as the all-knowing leader on any given theme. Give your perspective and thoughts on the theme through your work. Your unique take is why your readers will pick up your work.
Your Work Relates to Your Past or Present
Inspiration comes from anywhere. You might get an idea while walking the dog, but you can also think of stories when reflecting on your past or present.
Sometimes that means opening up parts of our history that wounded us. They might still feel like pressing on a bruise, even if you’re only writing a story for yourself.
Solution: Be gentle with yourself if you’re writing about a deeply personal topic, event, subject, or period in your life. Recognize that your anxiety is likely your brain trying to protect you, not sabotage you.
If you can’t let it wash over you and continue your writing, consider starting therapy before writing your short story or novel. OpenPath is a great affordable option, along with sliding-scale therapists in your town. You might need to process that sensitive subject before you can write about it.
Your Story Feels Complicated
Longer stories can be overwhelming, even if they’re stories we desperately want to finish. They might involve more plotlines than you’re used to handling or a bigger cast of characters you need to develop.
We grow as writers by taking on new creative challenges. A few things I want to remind you if you feel like this is the source of your creative writing anxiety:
There’s no rush to finish a story. Ever.
Give yourself extra time when you’re trying something new. You wouldn’t expect a new runner to finish a marathon in 2 hours.
Take breaks to reset your energy, especially when you feel frustrated or anxious.
It’s okay to not finish a story.
Read that one again.
It really is okay to not finish a story.
You might come back to it in a year or two or three when your plot management or character development skills are better. It’s never a mark of failure to leave a draft in a to-be-finished folder.
Solution: Read through the bullet points above. Be gentle with yourself. Practice in shorter story forms, even with the same characters. You always have the judgment-free choice to finish a story or delete it entirely.
You Don’t Have a Plot Outline
Free writing is great. It’s a completely valid way to write short stories and novels. Some people excel at it. Others need an outline.
You might feel anxious about your current writing sessions because you don’t know where your story is going or how it will end. It’s a normal thing to experience and doesn’t make you any less of a writer—even if creating a plot outline changes your writing method temporarily.
Solution: Acknowledge that it’s okay to change your writing process sometimes. Every story needs a different support structure. Write your story idea in a single sentence, then expand on it in a paragraph. You can transform that into a bullet-point list or outline that makes writing the story more manageable.
You Haven’t Been Writing For a While
Some writers dream of having the time to write every day. Others like to write, but wouldn’t want to spend hours every day with their latest draft.
No matter what you prefer, sometimes returning to the craft of writing can spark anxiety if it’s been a while since your last creative venture. Whether it’s motivated by guilt, embarrassment, or shame, you’re not alone. It’s a typical form of creative anxiety and it’s something you can absolutely handle.
Solution: Give yourself some slack. Writing routines always change. Sometimes life draws us away from our creative writing for months or years at a time. You’re still a writer. Whatever your story becomes will be valid.
You Have a Loud Inner Critic
We’ve all been there. You’re trying to write but your inner critic is holding you back. You might want to jump into editing so you only continue with a perfect draft. Maybe you’re constantly polishing your world-building or character details.
The pressure naturally translates into anxiety. It’s okay to step away from your work if this anxiety makes you uncomfortable. You can always return when your inner critic is distracted or you feel more naturally confident.
Solution: Ask that inner critic to take a backseat. They’ll give you a powerful advantage when you move from the writing phase into the editing phases. Linework and structural editing can always happen later. But to reach that point, you need a draft. Preferably, your worst draft possible. Go wild with your writing—that’s what a first draft is for.
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It’s okay to love creative writing and also feel anxious about it. I think the only time anxiety didn’t affect my writing was when I was a kid and had never received criticism, constructive or otherwise.
Be gentle with yourself as you reflect on your anxiety triggers and potential solutions. You’re in the for the long run. Sustainable help will be your best source of help.
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The Unseen Apology Dynamic (And Dancing)
The thing about TV and media (and life in general) is that it can often give a biased, unrealistic look of a relationship simply by showing only a few days of it. This happens with reality shows, but it also happens with fictional shows. In terms of Good Omens, from what we’ve seen in the two seasons, we’re given the impression that Crowley is always the one admitting he’s wrong, with Aziraphale always waiting for him to come back and apologize.
Now, as far as this story goes, that is the case. We, narratively, need Aziraphale to have this arc of admitting he’s wrong about this very big thing he’s always been wrong about because the show is set up that way and this is the story it's telling. However, in terms of their actual relationship over many, many years, this has (likely) not been the set dynamic; I think the two of them have a very balanced history of being right and wrong, and admitting it accordingly. We have evidence, with the receipts Aziraphale provides about his frequency doing the apology dance, that he's no stranger to being absolutely in the wrong. In fact, there’s a good chance this is the first time Crowley’s had to do the apology dance himself in a very long time. With the vehemence that Aziraphale gave those dates, it sounds as though he had given the last several of the dances—there wouldn’t be any need to list them off with such vigor if the dance has been performed equally in the last 400ish years.
Now, I also don’t think Aziraphale is the only one that made mistakes in the past 400 years, either. That doesn’t seem right. It could simply be because Aziraphale just never pulled the “apology dance” card, and has always settled for a simple spoken apology or (more likely) food offering. The dance seems like a very Crowley thing to ask, because food isn’t as big an interest and speech isn’t something Aziraphale has any trouble with (unlike Crowley, who uses one thousand syllables to say three words).
I’d also believe that their dynamic is more “one who makes a lot of small errors, and the other who makes rarer, but heftier errors.” Crowley would get away with a lot of small apologies for smaller mistakes, whereas Aziraphale’s screwups are fewer, but bigger, and Crowley uses the rare occasions to have fun with it. He knows angels don’t dance, so he uses it as a unique punishment.
And as a kind of side note, this gives all kinds of weight behind him saying “You don’t dance” to the person he routinely made dance over hundreds of years. It’s quite a funny hidden joke, but it also just shows how their relationship is growing. I’m imagining B99, and Jake and Amy’s relationship pre-dating. Lots of jokes, lots of messing with each other. The apology dance is like the bet in the first season, with Jake forcing Amy to wear that awful dress on their horrible date. Then, later on, they actually have a grown-up conversation on the roof, where they learn things about each other, and it’s where their relationship really starts.
Crowley made Aziraphale do funny dances over the years as an apology, but only just finds out Aziraphale is the only angel who ever loved dancing. They know each other so well in so many ways, but absolutely not at all in other ways. They know how to joke with each other, have good conversation and debates, bicker and apologize in equal measure, know each other’s every tone of voice and current habit, but they still have past lives they’ve not even begun to unpack. That’s what’s happening now. It’s the best part of a relationship, really. The “learning about” phase.
They just need to kinda get over this slightly large speedbump before they get back on track.
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Overuse of I/Me/My in First-Person
Anonymous asked: I'm writing a first-person POV story and am growing a bit tired of everything repeating "I raised MY sword" "I glanced down to MY right" etc… I'm annoyed by how much 'I', ''my', 'me' gets pushed into my sentences everytime I describe my MC doing something. I try to rearrange the sentences but it ends up the same "with MY sword raised, I will… blah blah blah." I feel like I overuse the POV stuff, but if I don't, everything muddles into confusion on whose stuff I'm talking about. Any help appreciated. Thank you!
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There are three things to consider when you feel like you're overusing I/me/my in first-person POV.
#1 - Pronouns and adjectives of possession (his/her/my/their/its) are just a part of telling stories. I think we tend to be more aware of first-person words than third-person words, if for no other reason than we're talking about ourselves when we use them in life. However, they're a necessary part of storytelling regardless of which POV you're using.
Consider this random paragraph from Outlander by Diana Gabaldon:
Drowsy as I was, I wanted nothing more than to curl up under a cozy bush and go back to sleep. There wasn't room for that, though, so I continued to stand, peering down the steep path in search of oncoming Druids. I was getting a crick in my back, and my feet ached, but it couldn't take long; the streak of light in the east had turned a pale pink, and I supposed it was less than an hour 'til dawn.
In this 82-word paragraph, the first-person pronoun "I" appears five times, and the adjective of possession "my" appears twice.
So, to some degree you have to really think about whether you're actually overusing these first-person words or whether you're just more aware/over-sensitive to their use.
#2 - You could be over describing your character's actions. When writing in first-person in particular, it can be tempting to describe every movement your character makes, resulting in a sort of "laundry list" of actions that requires a lot of I/me/my usage. For example:
I opened my eyes as my alarm went off. I hit the snooze button, but then I realized I needed to get up. I sat up and stretched my arms, then I swung my legs over the side of the bed and put my feet on the cold floor. I slid my feet into my slippers and stood myself up, and then I shuffled across the room to the bathroom. I opened the bathroom door...
I opened my eyes. I hit the snooze button. I realized I needed to get up. I sat up. I swung my legs over the side of the bed. I slid my feet into my slippers. I shuffled across the room. I opened the bathroom door. It's way too much detail. Your readers don't need a blow-by-blow of every second. It's sufficient to say:
I hit the snooze button through bleary eyes, quickly realizing I needed to get up. Sliding my feet into my slippers, I shuffled across the room to the bathroom for a quick shower.
See how much better that is? Your reader understands how to get out of bed, so you don't have to describe swinging your legs over the side of the bed unless that's important for some reason. Your reader can fill in the smaller movements between bigger ones, so it's not necessary to describe every small action.
Per your example, "I raised my sword" is a pretty necessary use of "I" if it's important that your character raised their sword. However, "I glanced to my right"
#3 - You're overusing filter words. Words like realized, knew, felt, saw, watched, heard, looked, glanced, remembered, decided, spotted, noticed, thought, noted... are called "filter" words because they come between the character's experience and the action unnecessarily, like a filter.
-- I realized it was getting dark out ... It was getting dark out
-- I knew it was getting late ... It was getting late
-- I felt the icy floor under my feet ... The floor was icy under my feet
-- I saw the sun was starting to set ... The sun was starting to set
-- I watched a bird land on the branch ... A bird landed on the branch
-- I heard the wind rustling the leaves ... The wind rustled the leaves
-- I looked and saw it was 4pm ... It was 4pm
-- I glanced down and saw rocks below ... There were rocks below
You get the point. :) By eliminating filter words, you will eliminate a lot of the necessity for the use of I/me/my.
#4 - You're over-tagging dialogue. Even if your character is alone through much of the story, or even if they're only talking to themselves or one other character at a time, over-tagging dialogue can still be an issue. You can read my post Avoiding Repetition with Dialogue Tags to help with that.
I hope that helps!
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Secret
Din Djarin x reader
Din Djarin x fem!reader
Mandalorian x reader
word count: 1.1k
warnings: pregnancy, pregnant reader, mentions of periods, hiding a pregnancy, violence, din’s horrible baby name suggestions, reader and din are married, grogu is in the story
a/n I know many people don’t like pregnancy stories, but this is so cute. I love Din Djarin. look how cute pedro looks in that gif
summary Y/N tries her best to hide her pregnancy from Din.
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Three months. You think. That was the last time you had gotten your period. You also had been gaining a bit of weight. Not enough to be noticeable, but you were so critical of everything about yourself. Your pants were not as flexible as they used to be, which pissed you off. You needed to be flexible to fight. But you knew in your gut that your fighting days were coming to an end.
The first thing that alarmed you was Grogu. About three months ago he started sticking to your side. Constantly. He would cry if you went into town without him. He would follow you to the bathroom. He insisted to be at your side always, no matter what. Showering, cooking, going out and helping Din bounty hunt. Grogu always had to be there or he would throw the worst temper tantrums Din said he’s ever seen. You had to even make a makeshift baby sling so he could be as close to you as possible. Ironically, it would make great use to you in a few months.
You accepted you were pregnant when you weren’t getting the usual symptoms you would usually get for your fourth period. You have denied it for the past three months, but when your tiny bump started to grow bigger, you had to face the truth.
Din of course had noticed a change in your behavior. You were more tired. He attributed that to the kid’s new obsession with you though. You were eating more. He didn’t mind it, but he would notice it when the food stock ran out earlier than usual. And when he was due to pick up sanitary items for you, you refused them.
“I have some left over, they were lighter these past few months.” you lied.
And the clothing. It was always cold on the ship, but wearing two sweatshirts was a bit obsessive. He wasn’t going to comment though, you were allowed to live. He wasn’t going to critique his wife over some small changes.
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You heard rustling around the bedroom. Grogu was snoring at your hip. You then felt the coldness of your husbands spot next to you and went to investigate.
Taking Grogu with you, you checked the whole ship. The fresher, the pit, everywhere. The last place you were to check was where he kept the bounties. You were banned from entering when there was one un frozen. The guy you two picked up at the last planet seemed pretty docile though. He was only wanted for a taxing issue with an imperial general, and was pretty willing to go. You two made small talk on the way back. Seemed like a nice enough guy.
What bounty can really be that nice though?
You tapped in the code. When the doors whooshed open, you found your husband with the prisoner. Maskless, Din was trying to get the man off the top of him. He had stolen Din’s knife, and he was struggling to get him off.
You gasped and rolled Grogu on the floor, jumping into action to save him. As the man twisted his torso to face you, he got a good swipe on your hip. You swore in pain, but your distraction was enough for Din to hit him in the head with his helmet and knock the guy out cold.
He fell on top of Din, and you struggled to stand and help. “Dont!” he yelled, using all his force to push the heavy man off of himself and tend to you.
“Where did he get you- where are you hurt?” Din scrambled, searching your body with his hands. This sent you into a panic.
He can’t know yet. He can’t know yet. I’m not ready.
“I’m fine, please.” you protested, but hissed when Din found the spot on your hip. “Take your sweatshirt off, I’m going to go find some bacta” he demanded, leaving your side for only a moment.
You had to face the sad reality when you realized you had to tell him. Bacta wasn’t to be used on pregnant people.
“Din- wait.” you sighed, holding the cut through your shorts. “Y-you cant,”
“What? You need this,” he questioned, grabbing the container from the cabinet. “Don’t be difficult Y/N, I’m really not in the mood for one of your martyr moments.” “Din, no, it’s unsafe.” you whispered. “You gotta speak up Y/N,” he said, shaking the can to spray in your face. You panicked and slapped the can out of his hand across the room.
Din looked at you, pissed. “The hell was that for?”
“You can’t use that on me.” you finally said.
“Why?”
You took a deep sigh.
“I think I’m pregnant.”
His eyebrows rose as his face went soft. His mouth opened a bit, looking at you with a haze. A slight smile came to the corner of his lips as he knelt down beside you.
“Your joking,”
You pulled off your sweatshirt to reveal your cropped shirt under it. Din saw the small formation of a bump and gasped. “No,” he said in astonishment, reaching out for it. “C-can I touch it?” he asked. You smiled and nodded. His hand touched your stomach and he let out a tiny whimper. “I’m going to be a dad?” he asked, breaking his gaze from your stomach to your eyes. His eyes were glossy with a tear threatening to fall.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, remembering the unconscious man behind the two of you. He began to drag his body to the freezer. “I didn’t know you’d react like this,” you chuckled, rubbing the area around your wound.
“Grogu!” Din yelled, catching the attention of the small creature. He had found the can of bacta and was playing with the safety seel on it. “Heal your mother,” he asked. Grogu waddled over to you. He let out an excited giggle when he finally saw your stomach out in the open. You had finally revealed the secret he had known for months. He placed one hand on the cut and one on the stomach, healing your wound. You scooped him off the floor and followed Din into the freezer. You heard the satisfying whirr and your husband throwing his body into storage.
Din then ran up behind you, scooping you up bridal style. “I am over the moons happy Y/N.” he said, looking down at Grogu in your lap.
He placed you in your bed and tucked you in.
In the middle of the night silence, Din broke it.
“Should we name it Greef?”
“Over my dead body,”
“What about Grogu 2?”
“Go to bed Din.”
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PAC: THINGS TO KNOW ABOUT YOUR FUTURE SPOUSE
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Pile 1:
Your person is very emotional or has a tendency to put family above all. It would piss you off sometimes that they give too much of themselves to others who don't deserve it but you admire this trait of theirs as well.
They are very good at keeping secrets and hiding their feelings. This is a result of being lied to very often. This trait will drive you nuts too but when you get into a relationship. People can grow and learn. Do not keep unrealistic expectations from relationships but if someone doesn't show signs of change. Talk to them and resolve the issues.
Your person is someone who will change a lot in their lifetime. They are capable of learning and growing.
This person loves cats a lot.
This person indulges in luxury quite a bit but stays within their means.
I am not seeing something about finances but this person is well-off. Not obnoxiously rich. But lives in a town with a cute two-story house that they own and have a shop where people from the town make purchases from. Very well off and can afford the best things.
Both of you are going to be from a well-off family. Affording Chanel is not all that there is in life. But I guess it helps 🥰🤣
You two are very likely to start a business together. You will end up leaving the place where you start at.
Say you live in a Town right now, you are likely to move to a bigger city to start your business with this person. For some of you, the business could revolve around event management or something to do with weddings and making wigs.
Looks like they could kill. Is a cinnamon roll.
Pile 2:
Your person was the heartbreaker of their time. This person had a bad childhood and they do not like talking about it.
Even though they say that it doesn’t bother them, it does.
They could even be in therapy for this too. And it is vital that their trust never be violated. This person needs a very emotionally stable person who is confident in them.
Your person could be argumentative too. It is one of the past influences that affected them badly. However, if they are made aware of the same. They will notice the pattern and actively try to change it.
This person is very lovely in a relationship. Their love will be displayed in their actions. It’s not always the big thing. The little ones like making sure your coffee is not too hot, shielding you from hitting your head in a corner, keeping you away from the roadside while you two are walking etc.
They are absolutely focused on you and they will do everything possible to make your life easier.
This person is very supportive and will persuade you to go after your dreams. This person is literally soulmate material. Even if their past has been jaded, they stand strong.
For this pile, I am seeing appearance more clearly. Stoic and strong build for men. Dark hair and prefers to wear a sleeveless T-shirt at home. Taller, likes going to the gym, likes coffee from a solid red cup (this was very specific for some reason), and probably has a home with ceiling-to-floor windows. Might be scared of heights.
For women, blonde to brown hair, the classic mean girl look on their face, insanely business-oriented, no bullshit attitude, people are scared of her, has a small smile, when she laughs her eyes wrinkle cutely, and black loafers
Looks like they could kill. They will!
Pile 3:
This is my sunshine pile. There is a lot of cute in here and that’s what your person is like.
This person is someone who would cuddle a raccoon. I am sorry, but that’s what came through 😂😂
They love animals and probably volunteer a lot at shelters or reduce them. If you end up dating this person, you can expect to foster a lot of animals.
This person is not all sunshine though. Life has dealt them a tough hand but they have persevered.
A lot of Fire and Water Energy in this pile. This has to be the happiest Scorpio pile I or most people have ever seen 😂😂
This person has a lot of energy. I know who this pile reminds me of. There is this girl on YouTube, Mikayla from SaveAFox. If you don’t know the channel. Go there right now. Get your immediate serotonin boost that even Masturbation can’t bring (I just had to) 😂😂
This is a relationship that will lead to marriage very quickly.
Your person is not concerned with material gains. They want emotional fulfilment.
This person feels like meeting an old friend after a long time. This person loves baking.
They prefer cute, handmade gifts and letters too. They are likely to give them to you as well.
Words of affirmation are their love language.
Early childhood may have included bullying in their case.
Looks like a Cinnamon Roll. Is a Cinnamon Roll.
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12 Days of Ficmas ❅ Day 8
Word Count: 4.7K
Paring: Jordan Li x Fem!Reader
Prompt by @12-days-of-ficmas: christmas baby is sensitive about never being celebrated on their birthday/always feels skipped over
Warnings: foul language
Summary: Being a Supe comes with its challenges. But there is no challenge bigger than being the child of Supes that do not care. (Y/N) has been constantly overlooked by her parents in all aspects of her life other than her abilities. Her birthday is not the exception. But there is one person that wants to make sure she knows how special she is, regardless of her powers.
A/N: I watched Gen V last year and naturally became obsessed with Jordan, so I had to give a day to them. I love them with all my heart and I loved this story too. Mainly because I selfishly wrote this about having a Christmas birthday 🤭🤭
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Studying at God U had been (Y/N)’s dream, much like many other Supes. She had been raised to idolize the lifestyle of a crime-fighting Supe and had been trained her entire life to one day become one of The Seven. That much her parents wanted for her.
Having been B-list superheroes just like Polarity, they had wanted more for their daughter. They wanted her to rise through the ranks quickly and efficiently, making sure her name was in everyone’s mouth. More than her parents, they were her managers. Appearing in her life if and when necessary to make sure her image and reputation were always pristine. No amount of money, time, or resources would ever be too much to make sure their baby girl was one of the greats. They truly provided her with everything she could ever need except the love and warmth parents should give.
(Y/N) had always been their biggest marketing ploy. The golden child of Storm Surge and Radiance –the only title her parents cared for. While they went around the world giving conferences and interviews, the girl was stuck at home, by herself, training, slowly being molded into a daughter those heroes could be proud of.
She grew up in isolation. There weren’t many people around her growing up the way she was. It wasn’t until she was touring the university that she finally found people like her –exactly like her.
The first two people she met were Luke Riordan and Andre Anderson. They were finishing their freshman year at Godolkin University and had run into (Y/N) after she had gotten separated from her tour group. The duo had taken it upon themselves to show her the real God U and promised to take her under their wing when she finally arrived that warm August.
In the coming months, the three of them engaged in nonstop communication as they helped her in her transition from intensive homeschooling and training to a more social and balanced life. They had also introduced her to Cate Dunlap and Jordan Li, the remaining members of the golden quartet of God U, as she liked to call them.
The four of them were a refreshing breath in comparison to her life of isolation. She couldn't help but grow a certain affinity for the group of Supes, desiring nothing more than to be at the university to finally experience their friendship face-to-face. Especially a certain bigender student that had caught her eye.
There was a sort of magnetism to Jordan Li that (Y/N) could not deny. She wanted nothing more than to know everything about them –their likes, their dislikes, their hopes, their dreams. She wanted to know what life by their side could be. And a small part of her hoped they wanted that as well.
But when the day finally came to move to God U, she was met with a version of Jordan she had not seen over the phone. Where Andre, Luke, and Cate had welcomed her with open arms, even going as far as to help her move into her dorm, Jordan had decided to keep their distance from her. In their male form, he would grumble under his breath as he moved boxes into her room, asking Luke how long the whole ordeal would last. When Luke answered that they would probably end up getting food and spending the night with her, he could only scoff and say he’d be going to spend the night in his room.
“Did I do something wrong?” (Y/N) questioned as she spread her duvet across her bed. “Why are they so mad?”
“They’re probably tired,” Luke shrugged. “Jordan can sometimes get into these moods when they haven’t gotten much sleep.”
“Maybe you should go check on them, then. I think I can manage by myself now.”
“Nonsense,” Andre grinned as he slid an arm across her shoulders. “We promised you some dinner, and that’s what you’re getting. Jordan’ll get over it soon enough.”
And that’s what she had hoped.
But as the days passed, the only thing that seemed to grow in Jordan was contempt. They would avoid (Y/N) as best as they could, even going out of their way not to run into her. They would barely talk to her when the group went out to a party or simply had a comfortable night in one of their dorms. It seemed like nothing the girl did was good enough for them, and she couldn’t help but wonder if her crush on them would only damage her in the long run.
Still, days turned to months, and suddenly (Y/N) was completing her first semester at Godolkin. She had become busy with her schoolwork, quickly rising through the ranks and coming very close to becoming one of the only freshmen ever to make it onto the Top 5. Christmas break had quickly approached, and the New York winter was coming in strong. Students all around were packing up to go home for the holidays, grateful for a small rest from the school. Granted, a lot of students had loving and supportive families to go home to. Even if (Y/N) didn’t, she was looking forward to sleeping in her own bed once more and having some time away from Jordan's icy treatment.
After packing what was necessary, she rolled her suitcase out of the dorm building, half expecting to find her parents waiting for her, happy to take her home. Instead, she saw other students reuniting with their families or simply groups of friends driving away to their planned vacations. Meanwhile, the fire-wielding girl stood freezing, hoping to see even a glance of her birthgivers.
Once twenty minutes had passed in the cold winter morning, (Y/N) knew deep down what had happened. But instead of jumping to conclusions, she dialed her parents’ phone. “Hey guys,” she said as their faces came up on the screen. “Where are you? You were supposed to pick me up half an hour ago.”
“Oh, honey, we forgot to tell you,” her mother answered, bringing her face forward on the screen. “We had some last-minute stops added to the book tour, and we won’t make it home for Christmas.”
“Yeah, kid, we talked to the Dean, and she said it was okay for you to stay at the dorms,” her father added. “Anything you need, just use the card.”
“Can’t I at least go home? I mean, I could still see you when you get back. Even if it’s after Christmas.”
“Honey, by the time we get back, you’ll be heading off to school again,” her mother said. “And there’s no point in you staying at home all by yourself. Might as well stay there and get ahead in some classes.”
“Are you serious, mom? What about my birth…?”
“Kid, sorry, the flight attendant is flagging us down,” her father interrupted. “We need to turn our phones off. But Nicole will come over sometime soon with your presents. And remember, any groceries or necessities, just use your card.”
“But…”
“Merry Christmas, honey,” they chorused before the screen went black.
(Y/N) shouldn’t have been surprised. It was not the first time she had spent the holiday alone, and it was definitely not the first time they had forgotten about her birthday. With it being so close to Christmas, it had somehow always slipped their mind. But something in her believed that it would have been different that time. She was out of the house and had very little communication with them; maybe they had missed her. Yet, nothing had changed. Nothing would ever change.
As she felt tears falling from her eyes, (Y/N) turned around to head back inside before anyone could see her cry. Walking with her hands on her eyes, she bumped into someone harshly but couldn’t bring herself to care who it was. All she did was mumble an apology and head back into her room to sleep that bad dream away.
By the time she had woken up from her nap, the building had emptied, and she felt, for the first time in a long time, truly alone. The halls would normally be bustling with chatter and mischief. But that winter night, the silence was the most chilling sensation of all. Her footsteps echoed as she walked to the bathroom, every step reminding her of how empty the school was and how alone she was.
For three whole days, (Y/N) had fallen into an automatic routine. She had gone for groceries the very next day, buying all the junk food her parents would have chastised her for getting. But they weren’t there. She had free reign and a credit card with a pretty high spending limit. If she wanted to drown herself in chips and ice cream, she would do so.
Her parents’ assistant Nicole went by on the second day, but she had texted her to come downstairs and handed her a bag with presents without so much as looking up from her phone. It was the only human interaction she’d had; it had felt as cold as her parents had been.
When her birthday finally arrived, three days before Christmas, (Y/N) left the school to buy herself a birthday cake. Her parents would have been furious at her for indulging in such a treat, but they couldn’t chastise her if they weren’t there. She had been dreaming of devouring an entire chocolate cake, savoring the taste of the rich flavor. Alas, all she found at the nearest grocery store was a simple vanilla cupcake without as much as a candle to light. Defeatedly, the girl walked home with her simple treat and braced herself for another birthday in solitude.
Once she was back at her dorm building, she pulled the cake out of the box and produced a flame from the tip of her finger. “Well, make a wish, (Y/N),” she whispered to herself after singing a sad rendition of Happy Birthday. “Not that they ever come true.”
She blew away the flame and, with fresh tears in her eyes, took a bite of the slightly stale cupcake. It was rather hard and bland, but it was as good as she was gonna get without making it herself. And she had no energy left to bake herself a cake.
As the doors of the elevator opened on her floor, (Y/N) was ready to cry herself to sleep watching another movie. She had not expected her entire hall to be filled with her friends and a chorused “Surprise!” to leave their throats.
The girl startled at the noise, instinctually forming a ball of fire in her hand to defend herself against the intruder, but upon seeing her friends quickly put it out. There were couches in the halls, lights and streamers on the ceiling, and balloons littered all over. Where the vending machines normally were, a table of food and drinks rested, a beautiful birthday cake set in the center.
“Holy shit,” was all she could mutter as Luke stepped forward and twirled her in a tight hug. “How did you guys know I was here?”
“A little birdy told us, and we couldn’t let you have another birthday by yourself,” he smiled as he set her down. “Figured you’d want some company, at least for tonight.”
“Yeah, and it’s also a good excuse to party at an empty school,” Andre added with a grin. “It just so happened that it was your birthday too.”
“What if it hadn’t been?”
“Then we’d be celebrating Christmas,” Cate smiled. “Either way, we were gonna come spend time with you.”
“You guys are crazy,” she chuckled before wrapping them all in a hug. “Thank you.”
(Y/N) disappeared for a second to change her clothes, and once she came back, the party went on full-steam ahead. The music was loud, the lights were flashing, there was alcohol and drugs, and everything felt perfect. She was surrounded by her friends –and some acquaintances that had only come to party– and for the first time in a long time, she felt happy and loved. And, even if it surprised her, she had been able to steal glances at her painful crush.
Jordan had kept to themselves the entire time she had been there, finding ways not to run into her or even meet her eye. She noticed how he downed cup after cup, only engaging in conversation when others talked to him. But he hadn’t even smiled or nodded at her. If he was there, it was most likely because Luke had dragged them there.
The girl wanted to enjoy her party. Bask in the love and care her friends had gifted her with, but it didn’t take long before Jordan’s obvious disdain started to damper her mood. She was dancing with a scowl, and every shot she downed was in an effort to forget the person she wanted the most.
“Okay, what’s going on?” Luke asked as he pulled her away from the loudness of the hall and into her room. “I thought you would like the party.”
“I do.”
“Then why do you look so sad, (Y/N)?” he pressed. “If it’s too much, I can get everyone out, and it’ll just be the five of us.”
“No, the party is great. It’s honestly the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me,” she sighed, her shoulders slumping as she felt embarrassment bubbling at the words she would speak. “The problem is Jordan, okay? It’s the fact that, for some fucking reason, they hate me and can’t even find a way to hide it on my birthday.”
“Wait, you think… you think Jordan hates you?” he asked with a slight chuckle. “That’s crazy, (Y/N)!”
As he continued laughing, the door opened to reveal Andre and Cate with confused expressions on their faces. “What happened?” Andre asked. “Everything good?”
“Oh, yeah,” Luke said in between laughs. “It’s just that (Y/N) thinks Jordan hates her.”
“No way,” Cate snickered. “Are you serious?”
“Are you?” (Y/N) emphasized. “How is this coming as a surprise to you?”
“Alright, then. What makes you think they hate you?”
“Well, Andre, for starters, they haven’t even said a word to me all night,” the girl started. “They avoid me in the halls and in classes. They’re always trying to intimidate me by changing into their male form when they spot me. They don’t speak to me unless they literally have no other choice. I’m pretty sure if they had been able to, they’d throw me out of God U. Not to mention all the stink eyes they’ve given me these past months. Yeah, Jordan definitely hates me.”
“Oh, this is hilarious,” Luke said, still hunched over in laughter. “You really think they hate you.”
“How is that funny?”
“They were the one who planned this whole thing,” Andre answered. “If it hadn’t been for their call, we wouldn’t have known that you were here all by yourself.”
“Believe me, (Y/N),” Cate added. “They care a lot more than you know.”
“You’re kidding, right?” (Y/N) chuckled dryly. “There’s no way Jordan Li cares enough to do something like this.”
“You’re never gonna believe us, are you?” She answered Luke with a shake of her head. “Alright, then. All we have to do is get you two together so you can talk.”
“Good luck with that,” she scoffed. “The last time they were forced to talk to me, they did it all over text. And not a single emoji.”
“You leave that up to us,” Luke grinned. “We’ll get you two alone.”
(Y/N) didn’t understand what he meant until an hour after that conversation. The second they had left the room, they had gone back to partying. They danced and sang and drank, and she did everything possible to put Jordan in the back of her mind. But it was difficult as she saw them change from their male form to their female, taking a glass of champagne and downing it before going to talk to a girl. It irked her to no avail and only made her drink more and more.
She wanted to numb all feelings. She wanted to forget about her parents, forget about her lonely Christmas, and forget about her fruitless crush on the one person who would never like her back.
As she served herself her third whisky sour in that hour, Luke got onto a table and called for everyone’s attention. “Alright, everyone, are you having fun?” Everyone around him cheered, and a shit-eating grin spread onto his face. “That’s what I like to hear. But I think it’s time to kick it old school at this party and play a little rambunctious game. Something you might call seven minutes in heaven.”
His eyes fell onto (Y/N)’s as his grin grew, accepting a glass bowl from Cate as he continued. “I have here all of our names here, thanks to my beautiful girlfriend, Cate,” he said. “I’m sure you all know the rules of the game. But for the person who just came out of a decade-long coma, I will pull two names from this bowl, and those two people will be stuck in (Y/N)’s room for seven minutes. Normally, you’d make out or something similar, but you can’t force anyone to do that. So, whatever happens in that room is up to you.”
“Just do it on Marnie’s bed,” Cate interjected. “Not (Y/N)’s.”
“Hey!” Marnie, (Y/N)’s roommate, exclaimed before shrugging. “Eh, knock yourselves out.”
“Thank you, Marnie. I’ll make sure people thank you for your service,” Luke chuckled. “Well then, let’s see who our first person is. Andre, will you do the honors?”
The boy stepped beside his friend and stuck his hand into the bowl, making a whole scene out of mixing up the papers. But (Y/N) knew. “Jordan Li,” Andre announced. “Get over here!”
Jordan walked to the front of the crowd with a chuckle, her skin turning a soft shade of red. Luke got down from the table and draped an arm across her shoulders in a side hug, then landed his eyes back on (Y/N) before saying, “And who will be the lucky person to join our friend here, Andre?”
With another pretend mixing of the names, Andre pulled out a paper with a smile that spread from ear to ear. “Well, if it isn’t the birthday girl herself,” he exclaimed. “(Y/N), get your ass over here.”
At the mention of her name, Jordan’s smile dropped and quickly changed into his name form, making (Y/N) roll her eyes. The alcohol was taking effect in her system and was making confidence surge from deep inside. Unfortunately, it was walking hand in hand with anger, and she was ready to give them a piece of her mind.
She walked to the front of the hallway as everyone cheered and followed Luke to her room. Jordan walked in first, with her following close behind as their friend stopped at the door. “Have fun, you guys,” he smiled. “Your time starts now.”
As soon as Luke closed the door, Jordan sat on Marnie’s bed, looking everywhere but at her. He remained quiet and uninterested, making ire burn deep inside her. He played with his chain and kicked his feet forward, letting time pass by and anger build.
“What the fuck is your problem with me?!”
Jordan jumped at the sudden explosions, his eyes finally snapping toward her. He was sure steam was coming out of her ears, her face red with anger. “What do you mean?” he questioned. “I don’t have a problem with you.”
“You’re fucking kidding, right?” she spat. “You’ve been avoiding me this entire semester. I don’t know what I did from the first time we talked to the first day of school, but you’ve done everything in your power to stay away from me. So, either I did something, or you just don’t like me.”
“You didn’t do anything,” they answered sheepishly. “It’s… it’s complicated.”
“C… complicated?” (Y/N) stressed. “Complicated is the fact that something seemed to change before the first day of school. And it was big enough that it made you change your impression of me. Unless you were pretending the entire summer and it got harder to do once we were in the same place.”
“That’s not what happened. I wasn’t pretending.”
“Then what is it, Jordan?” she exclaimed, biting back the tears that threatened to spill in her intoxicated state. “Because this whole intimidation and avoidance thing is getting quite old.”
“Intimidation?” he questioned. “What are you talking about?”
“Come on, Jordan! Do you really think I’m that stupid?” (Y/N) questioned rhetorically. “Every single time you know I am near, you change into your male form. Whenever I try to talk to you, you walk away or answer in the shortest way possible. Hell, even when we all go out as a group, you keep as far away from me as possible. You’ve pushed me away all these months, and I think I deserve a reason why!”
He startled at the raise of her voice. Her anger slapped him across the face, stinging as though she had actually hit him. They had been avoiding her, but she was nowhere close to the reason why. “I don’t hate you, (Y/N),” he said quietly. “I could never hate you.”
“Then, please, help me understand why you’ve been acting this way,” she pleaded. Her expression had softened, and Jordan could see the pain behind her teary eyes. “I just want the friendship we had in summer back. I mean, for almost three months straight, we talked nonstop, and suddenly, it was radio silence from you. What did I do for things to change so drastically?”
“God, you didn’t do anything, (Y/N). It’s me that’s the problem!” Jordan exploded as he stood from the bed. He felt angsty, pacing back and forth as he prepared himself for the inevitable rejection. “I know we built a good relationship over the summer, and it was so good. But that’s the problem. I don’t want to be your friend.”
“Oh,” (Y/N) answered defeatedly. “Sorry. I thought…”
“No! This is coming out all wrong,” he said as he ran his hands across his face in frustration. “I don’t want to be your friend because I want to be more than that. (Y/N), I’ve liked you from the moment we met. Through the phone, it was easy for me to keep my feelings in control. But here, seeing you around 24/7, it’s been hard to keep it all in control.”
“Wait, you like me?” she questioned, her heart fluttering fast against her chest. “Like, like me, like me?”
“Of course I do!” he yelled as frustration got the best of him. “You’re this amazing, talented, unbelievably bright girl. How could I not? But I thought pushing you away would be the easiest way to get over you.”
“But I don’t get it, Jordan. Why not tell me? Or, hell, even ask how I felt?”
“Because you’re you, and I’m me! You deserve to be with someone easier, someone that’s in your league,” Jordan confessed. “I come with very heavy baggage, and you don’t deserve to have to carry it. You should be with someone who knows who they are and knows what they want. Definitely not someone who needs constant validation to feel good enough. Even so, at the end of the day, I know you don’t even like me. I mean, you’ve only ever had boyfriends, and that’s an easier thing to explain to parents about and…”
(Y/N) couldn’t take it anymore. She grabbed Jordan’s face and crashed her lips onto theirs. They tasted of champagne and chocolate, a mix as soft and divine as their mouth felt. It took everything in her not to melt at the touch. And suddenly, the face they had been holding had grown smaller. As her eyes fluttered open, she saw Jordan’s female form in front of her.
“Oh, hi.”
“See? This is not what you want,” she sighed. “I’m not…”
Once more, (Y/N) interrupted them with a kiss. “I don’t care what gender you are, Jordan,” she smiled, running her thumb across her cheeks. “I like you for who you are. The entire time you’ve been trying to forget about me, I’ve been trying to get close to you because I like you, you idiot.”
“You’re just saying that.”
“Why would I lie about this, Jordan? Hell, you can ask Luke about it if you don’t believe me.”
“Luke?” she chuckled. “You’ve told Luke about this?”
“There have been a couple of drunkenly sad confessions over the past few months about it,” (Y/N) sighed, hiding her face in embarrassment. “Andre caught some of them as well. But yeah, they know. They’re actually the ones who orchestrated this whole thing.”
“Sort of gathered that seven minutes in heaven was a ruse,” Jordan smiled. “Especially since we’ve gone past seven, and no one has come to knock on the door.”
“Yeah,” she chuckled softly. “They also told me you were the one who planned this whole thing.”
“I was,” she answered meekly. “I overheard you talking to your parents on the last day of school. You actually bumped into me, and it broke my heart to see you crying like you were. I couldn’t bear knowing that you’d spend another birthday by yourself, so I made quick arrangements to get everyone back today.”
“So, you did the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me, and you still avoided me all night?”
“I’m a bit of a coward, (Y/N),” she laughed. “And, well, up until a minute ago, I thought there was no way you could actually like me. Not this version of me, at least.”
“Mm, that explains the continuous shifting into your male form when I’m near,” (Y/N) grinned. “But, regardless of everything that’s gone down these past few months, thank you, Jordan. You have no idea what this all means to me.”
“I thought it was about time you knew how loved and appreciated you are,” Jordan smiled, wrapping her arms around (Y/N)’s waist and pressing her close to her body. “Sorry that it took so long for me to tell you the truth. And I’m sorry your parents are assholes that don’t know how fucking special you are.”
“Thank you, J,” she said as a tear rolled down her eye. “I don’t care how long it took. I’m just happy it finally happened, and now you don’t have to pretend to hate me.”
“God, I’m sorry. I can’t imagine how horrible it must have felt to think that.”
“Well, now you have a lot to make up for,” she grinned, crossing her arms around Jordan’s neck. “Starting by wishing me a happy birthday.”
“Happy birthday,” Jordan said before kissing her lips and accentuating every word with a peck. “Happy. Fucking. Birthday. And. Merry. Fucking. Christmas.”
Their soft kisses rapidly turned heated. Hands exploring bodies, touching and searching. They twisted and turned until Jordan crashed (Y/N) onto the wall, kissing from her lips down to her neck, finding that one spot that made her moan. (Y/N)’s hands snaked into Jordan’s hair, gripping tightly at the base. It was passionate and feverish, and it was taking everything in them not to rip each other’s clothes off.
And it was also rudely interrupted.
“Hey, we’re gonna sing…” Luke said as he opened the door. “Woah. Didn’t think seven minutes in heaven worked this well.”
“Luke!” Jordan yelled. “What the hell?!”
“Sorry,” he snickered. “I thought you guys were only going to talk.”
“We… we did,” (Y/N) said. “We just moved on from that.”
“I’m glad,” he grinned. “But people want cake, and I’m not letting anyone get a piece until we’ve sung you happy birthday. So, get out here now. You guys can keep making out later.”
As he exited, both of them broke out into laughter as they wrapped their arms around each other. They smoothed down their clothes and their hair before walking toward the door, an aura of giddiness surrounding them.
“Will you stay after the party?” (Y/N) asked, pulling Jordan by their forearm. “After everyone’s gone back home, will you stay with me a little longer?”
“I’ll stay the rest of Christmas break if that’s what you want,” she smiled, threading her fingers through hers. “We really do have a lot to catch up on.”
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Summary: YN and Harry's reaction to Lottie and Lewis getting engaged.
Based on this request
YN was four when her little sister Lottie was born. She can remember their Dad taking her and Louis to the hospital to see their Mum after she had given birth. Lottie was wearing a white onesie and hat on her small head as their Mum cuddled her in her arms.
The two girls were typical sisters growing up. They argued like crazy but loved each other deeply. They had been each others support through the good and bad times. They truly had an amazing bond.
YN’s had the pleasure of watching her little sister become a Mum to her beautiful baby boy, and like everyone else could see that since Lucky was born, Lottie’s smile has only grown bigger. Her light had been turned back on.
From Lottie and Lewis’ instagram story’s that morning, YN knew Lewis had surprised Lottie with a weekend trip to Paris. How romantic! She wished the little family a fun weekend and didn’t give it a second thought.
YN and Harry lived a wild life and were tucked up in bed on a Friday night, Teddy cuddled at the bottom, with Friends playing on the tv. It wasn’t unusual for one of YN’s siblings to FaceTime her so when Lottie’s name popped up on her phone, neither YN or Harry were shocked.
Accepting the call and holding her phone in front of her, YN spoke “Hey Lotts!”.
Lottie didn’t say any words, but her face wore a beaming smile that made her cheeks hurt and she held her left hand up, to display the new diamond that sat on her finger.
The sparkle of the diamond shocked YN and an excited scream left her mouth as she sat up from the position. “AHHH!…ARE YOU FOOKIN’ SERIOUS?!”.
Lottie nodded with just as much excitement. “I’m getting married”.
“Aww Lotts…I’m so happy for you…congratulations babe”.
Harry managed to interrupt to congratulate the couple. “Congratulations Lottie…tell Lewis I said congratulations too”.
“Thanks Harry”.
After saying goodbye to Lottie and blowing a kiss to Lucky through the phone and wishing them an amazing weekend of celebrations, YN began to feel so emotional.
Noticing the change, Harry grabbed her hand with his. “Hey..what’s wrong baby?”.
“I’m just so happy for them…Lottie deserves so much happiness”. Tears began to roll down her cheeks.
“I’m starting to get worried at how quickly your emotions are changing lately”. Harry attempted to make a joke, at how he had noticed YN was more emotional than normal lately.
For the rest of the evening, YN stayed cuddled up to Harry’s chest as she watched Lottie’s engagement video on repeat with tears running down her cheeks and onto Harry’s skin. However, Harry couldn’t help but think there was something more to why YN was extra emotional.
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Hey could you write some after-party smut with evan?
Yes of course I was going to add this to the kinktober list but decided not to. Anyway hope you enjoy 😊
After party (Evan peters x fem reader smut)
Summary: you joined the ahs cast and it was the premiere of the latest season (any season you want basically) and at the after party you and Evan sneak off.
Warnings: alcohol, smut, p in v sex, handjob, wall sex, somewhat public sex too (I think that’s it)
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Flashing lights from different angles by the camera crew snapped pictures of you and the cast members. Officially the premiere of the new season of American horror story.
You dressed in a black lacy slip like dress with matching heels. Your makeup was a smoky eye with bouncy curls in your hair. You looked amazing and felt it. The confidence you gained with that outfit was on a whole other level and you weren't mad.
You mingled with everyone having a laugh. Soon enough it was the after party. You already feeling a buzz from the small amount of alcohol you had previously consumed. Music played everyone conversed in different parts of the place. You preferred the after party's to the premieres less of a social interaction more of a celebration.
You chatted with co-stars drinking some more alcohol. Gradually Feeling more of a buzz. You saw Evan approaching you and the three others you were talking to, you felt nervous sure you both got along great during your time filming together. But you in fact grew to have somewhat of a crush on the actor.
"Hey y/n you did great on the show" he praised, it was your first major acting gig. "Thank you Evan" you smiled taking a sip of your drink. "Can I get you another drink?" He asked seeing your drink was almost empty. "Sure" you smiled feeling butterflies in your stomach following him to the bar.
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You didn't know how it happened one minute you were drinking at the bar with Evan next you were stumbling into a unused room with the building.
Your lips fighting for dominance your hands pushing Evan's blazer off his shoulders and on to the floor. Evan's hands on your hips holding you close to him. "God your so beautiful" he mumbled, his lips brushing against your nude lipstick covered ones.
Your lips reconnected swallowing each others moans. Evan's hands moved to the straps of your dress sliding the flimsy strap off your shoulders till the dress fell to the ground. Hands all over each other whet your desire for one another even more.
You began to unbuckle the belt holding his trousers up. Unzipped the zip of his pants, you could see the outline of his semi-hard cock. Swallowing a lump in your throat he was bigger than you expected. Slipping your hands into his boxers stroking his cock, feeling him grow harder under your touch, soft moans escaping his lips.
You smirked watching how his face showed pleasure, his hips bucking up towards your hand. You pulled your hand away from him. Evan's own hands placed themselves on the backs of your thighs "jump" he instructed which you did wrapping your legs around his waist.
You bit your lip in anticipation excited for what's to come. Your body was pinned to the wall making you shiver at the coldness. Evan moved your panties to the side lining himself up with your entrance. "Fuck" you hissed at the slight stinging sensation. "Your so wet, so tight" he groaned through gritted teeth. Your pussy greedily taking him. You felt full already and he wasn't all the way in. His cock stretching you out perfectly.
He slowly entered himself but by bit till he bottomed out. His head on your shoulder you felt so good around him already, he couldn't get enough.he started thrusting into you a hum leaving your lips, one arm wrapped around his shoulder the other tangled in his locks.
Your body jolted upwards with each thrust Evan delivered. It wasn’t like anything you had before, each thrust drive you insane better than the other. “Feel good?” Evan smirked pulling away from your neck. “Mhmm” you nodded unable to speak. “Use your words” his smirk grew knowing he had an effect on you.
“F-fuck it feels so good E-Evan” you managed to get out you grasped his tie pulling him to kiss you. Your warm lips dancing with his as he fucked you against the wall. You were sure you’d look a mess once you were done but you didn’t care all you cared about was how good Evan was making you feel.
You took Evan’s bottom lip between your teeth slightly pulling on it making him gasp. You took that opportunity to slip your tongue in his mouth exploring it. You moaned against him as his pace became more harder hitting that spot that makes you see stars.
Evan felt like he was going to explode, you felt so good around him. Warm and inviting he was addicted to you already. ��I’m so close” you moaned out rather loudly, almost certain that anyone walking past would hear. “Let go, go on” Evan coaxed your orgasm a hand trailing down your body’s to your clit. You felt that knot forming rather quickly than you’d like to say.
With a few more thrusts your orgasm ripped through you.your head hung back on the wall, hips bucking up against Evan. His thrusts got more sloppy till his own high followed a few seconds later.
You both calmed down your legs still wrapped securely around Evan’s waist scared in case your legs won’t work in your favour. Carefully Evan placed you on the floor, you held onto his shoulders to steady yourself with shaky legs. You scurried around to find your dress and fix your panties while Evan tucked himself back into his trousers.
“We should get back to the party” Evan spoke up after a brief moment of silence. “Yeah we should” you giggled lightly noticing that his tie was all disheveled. You fixed his tie for him before leaving the room discreetly luckily no one show you both.
“Where were you two” your co-star Finn asked when you walked back into the room everyone was in. You froze on the spot trying to think of an excuse. “Y/n needed fresh air it’s too hot in here and we were having a conversation so I went with her” Evan said you mentally thanked him.
“Okay well come on let’s get another drink” Finn says dragging you both to grab a drink.
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Can you do a Spider x yander sully family?
Hello!! And yes I can! This will be fluff yandere! And! This will be a headcannon list! So I hope you all enjoy this one~!!
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Sweet child of mine
When jake and neytiri saw spider for the first time, it was instant love. The pure innocence of the child had caused the couple to grow deep feelings for the boy.
On the spot, they adopted spider, and became his loving parents.
They did everything in their power to make sure spider is loved and protected. Making sure he is breathing well with his mask and having enough supplies.
the sully couple's attention was solely on spider. Making sure he is fed, clean, and that no harm comes to him.
Humans are very fragile in pandora. So as a human baby, anything can harm their precious son.
Spider is never seen alone, jake or neytiri will always be near him. Carrying him on a sling, taking him everywhere. Of course never taking him where it can be dangerous.
neytiri loves spider so much, that she cant sleep well if he isn't between her and jake in their shared hammock. To feel his soft warm skin against hers is what will put neytiri to sleep at ease.
Jake loves his son and his heart burns for him. The magnetic pull he feels to be near spider at all times. Much like neytiri, he cant function right without his son near him.
Spider is the first and last thing neytiri and jake see when they sleep and rise.
And when neteyam came along, it was another sully being possessive of spider. Spider loved his new baby brother! Neteyam was so cute and adorable!
Neytiri already had plans to teach neteyam as he grows to protect his brother. So many things to get ready. But for now, she lets her two sons enjoy their sweet childhood.
As neteyam grew up, he started to become aware of the obvious different between himself and spider. Why is he big and blue while his big brother is small and pink?
Jake and neytiri began to explain to neteyam that spider must be protected at all costs, since their forest can hurt spider at any moment.
Neteyam loves spider, he adores and admires his big brother. Spider was always so positive and bright, never lets anything negative get to him.
Neteyam sees the pure soul spider is, and understands his parents very well. Spider may be the big brother, but neteyam is bigger and stronger. And will only get strong as he grows.
When jake and neytiri heard of grace's avatar being pregnant, spider over heard and wanted to visit the avatar. Every day spider would go and visit the avatar and talk to it as means to talk to the baby. Would tell of his adventures, stories, funny thing moments, and would sing lullabies neytiri would sing to him.
What spider doesn't know is that the more he communicates and bonds with the unborn child, the soul that resides in the womb listens and develops a deep love for spider.
Always craving to hear spider's happy voice, it soothed the soul. Something about spider bringing peace and tranquil within.
So when kiri was born, she already knew who was the face of the tranquil voice.
And much like neteyam, she would admire and love her big brother. Was the most clingiest of all sully siblings.
Spider would play and bring kiri to his and neteyam's adventures. Making sure she isn't left behind and always having fun.
Lo'ak arrived and would cling onto spider more than he would with his parents. Spider loves that lo'ak wants him and constantly seeking attention.
Lo'ak and kiri would rival each other on who can stick beside spider. Of course spider would be fair to both and let them cling on to him at the same time. Trying to divide
For a handful of years, it was just neteyam, kiri and lo'ak having spider to themselves.
Yes they would fight a bit with their parents on who gets to spend time with spider but still. They all love him, and want to spend every second with their golden child.
Until tuk was born. Being the baby of the family, spider just adored tuk and would be with her more than with his other siblings.
The older sully siblings were a bit jealous of their new baby sister. How come she gets showered with hugs and attention from their big brother? its not fair!
Tuk upon growing up, would abuse her cuteness to be with spider. She knows cute things are one of his brothers weakness and that would be her advantage.
However as spider grows and gets more involved within the clan, everyone has come to love and enjoy spider's presence. Which has become a problem for his family. They easily get jealous when spider's attention isn't on them.
Neytiri hates it when other mother's tend to spider like he is their son. She is spider's only mother not them! More often that not she would hiss at others who dare to get too close to spider.
Jake is no different, would make sure spider is with him and doesn't care to treat spider like a new born.
Spider however, isn't stupid, he knows just how crazy possessive and protective his family can be. Down to his little sister tuk.
He should be disturbed but secretly enjoys how protective they can be to him. He craves their love and would happily give him family all the love and attention they could ever want.
The sully family just loves spider to the extreme. Nothing wrong with that right? Sully stick together.
Aaaaaaaaaaaand that wraps this one up! Hope you all like it! This is my first time doing something yandere! Until next time! see ya!
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Chosen For Pleasure (VII)
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“call me as soon as you land so I know you made it safely.” Stella says giving me one last hug.
“I will.” I said squeezing her.
I was boarding my flight to California to see my mom. I thought that Jensen would have at least said goodbye, but he was really busy and I understood that. It wasn’t a terribly long flight to Santa Cruz, I kept my mind occupied with a book. As soon as I got off the plane I saw a familiar face waiting for me. I smiled dropping my bag and ran to hug my mother.
“look at you, you look so different.” my mom said placing a hand to my cheek.
“mom it hasn’t been that long.” I laughed.
“I know, I just mean you look happier, you’re glowing different.” she smiles.
I returned her grin grabbing my stuff and following her to the car.
“Richard is so excited to meet you.”
“you look happier too mom.”
I pulled out my phone to text Stella as I had promised. I furrowed my eyebrows seeing I had a missed called from Jensen. I quickly dialed him.
“thought you forgot about me for some surfer dude already.” He joked as he answered.
“a surfer dude? nah that’s not really my type, I prefer the uptight actors turned businessmen.” I shot back.
“woah woah I am not uptight.”
“just a little.”
“not at all.” He defended.
“whatever you say Ackles.”
there was a moment of silence.
“I uh wanted to tell you to have a good time with your mom, I meant to call but I’ve been trying to negotiate this deal for a new property but uh she’s not biting.”
“she?” I said hesitantly.
“the seller, she’s kind of stubborn, reminds me of someone else I know.”
“I am not stubborn.” I defended quickly.
“just a little.” He laughs mocking me from just seconds earlier.
“okay maybe a little.” I laughed.
His laughter grew too.
“but I can admit my flaws.” I huffed.
“yeah I think I’ll save that conversation for another time, but hey I gotta go, meeting in five minutes.”
“Jensen?”
“Yeah?”
“Thanks”
“Say hi to your mom for me.” He said before hanging up the phone.
I could feel the smile on my face get just a bit bigger. He was trying.
Before I knew it we were pulling in to the driveway of my mom’s house. A man stood there waving at me. I watched my mom hop out wrapping her arms around Richard. He leaned down kissing her lips. I was really happy for her. I got out of the car walking to him.
“I’m so happy to meet you, I’ve heard so much about you, I’m Richard.” He said pulling me in for a hug.
I was nine when my father passed, I remembered him fondly. He was warm and kind. Richard kind of reminds me of him. I could tell I was going to like him. Once I got settled we had dinner, my mom and Richard were telling me the story of how they met. They looked so happy. So in love.
I thought back to Jensen. I wasn’t sure where we stood, we’re we dating, we’re we truly just friends with benefits?I was trying to be patient like Jared said but it was really hard when I felt like he was holding a lot back. I found the more I was with him, the harder it was getting to stay away. I was falling in love with him, and that scared the hell out of me.
Nightfall had come quickly. I said goodnight to my mom and Richard, settling down for the night. I couldn’t stop thinking about Jensen. I pulled out my phone sending him a text.
:california is boring without you… but lately everywhere is boring with you.
I bit my lip waiting for a reply. When it didn’t come right away I started to overthink. Was I getting too close? Was that too clingy? I saw the chat bubbles pop up as he typed a reply.
:having dinner with the seller tonight, hoping to finish deal.
:oh, like just you and her?
:don’t worry about it.
I sighed setting my phone on the night stand. Once again he pushes away when I try to get close. My phone buzzed on the side table prompting me to pick it up. I saw it was Jensen calling. I didn’t bother to answer. He told me not to worry, so I wasn’t.
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I awoke to the warm California sun shining in to my eyes. I checked my phone seeing three missed calls from Jensen. I sighed about to redial him when my mom burst in to the room.
“get dressed, we’re going to the country club for breakfast, they have the best mimosas you’ve ever tasted!”
I laughed at her antics.
Jensen could wait. I needed a drink.
I threw on a simple sundress meeting my mom in the car. I took in the beautiful sights as she drove. I had never been to a country club before, but this place was pretty nice. We sat down ordering two mimosas.
“so, tell me about this guy.” my mom smiled sipping her drink.
Of course she wanted to talk about Jensen.
“what do you want to know?” I asked taking large gulps of mine.
Damn these were good.
“I don’t know, everything.”
I scoffed choking back a laugh. So would I.
“Uh there’s not much to know, he’s kind of closed off.” I said before chewing my bottom lip.
“what do you mean darling?”
“I mean, it’s complicated mama, one minute everything’s great and the next he shuts down. It’s like he’s afraid of me getting too close, so he pushes me away.”
I sighed chugging the rest of my drink. I definitely needed this.
“maybe he is, did I ever tell you that your dad was engaged when I met him?”
“no, what happened!?”
“long story short she ended up cheating on him, he was broken, he couldn’t trust anyone, not even me. It took awhile to break down his walls, but I knew your dad was special, so I kept trying. If you think this Jensen is worth it keep trying.”
I was quiet as I took in her words.
“I think I’m going to need another one of these.” I laughed holding up my empty glass.
A waiter brought me another mimosa. I took a big sip pulling out my phone to call Jensen back. Suddenly a text came through making me choke on my drink.
:might want to go easy on those mimosas, don’t want a repeat of last time you drank.
“holy shit.”
“what’s a matter honey?”
“It’s Jensen, he’s here.” I choked.
At my words Jensen walked up in his usual suit and tie attire.
“what? how?” I asked sitting my drink down.
I could see my mom smirk as she looked up at him.
“Ma’am it’s a pleasure to meet you, Jensen Ackles.” he said shaking my mother’s hand.
“nice to meet you.” she said.
she looked between me and Jensen.
“I’ll give you a minute.”
I watched her walk away before turning to him.
“what are you doing here?” I asked picking up my drink again sipping it.
“you didn’t answer my calls, I thought something happened to you.”
“no Jensen that was called me ignoring you.” I said rolling my eyes.
“okay I deserved that.”
“how was your dinner?” I sassed.
“very productive and professional, I closed the deal.” He said laughing at my jealousy.
“well then congratulations I guess.”
“and I’m here to take you out to celebrate.”
“wait what?”
“just come with me, I promise you won’t regret it.” He said offering his hand.
“where too?”
“It’s a surprise.” He laughed.
“I think I met my quota on surprises. Plus I can’t just leave my mom.” I spoke.
“of course you can…” she said popping up out of nowhere.
“of course you can.” Jensen repeated once again extending his hand.
I looked between him and my mother heaving a sigh as I grabbed his hand.
“I promise to have her back before dinner.” Jensen said winking at my mom.
He led me out to a rental car, I was surprised to see Cole waiting with the door open.
“you brought Cole too?” I asked giving Cole a smile.
“Ms. (L/N).” He said nodding his head as I climbed in the backseat.
“I mean he does work for me.” Jensen laughed.
“Poor Cole.” I smirked as Jensen rolled his eyes at my teasing.
Cole started to drive. It was quiet as Jensen rested a hand on my knee. I can’t believe he came all this way to see me.
“Jensen why did you come here?” I asked biting my lip.
“Ouch you’re not happy to see me? Is it the surfer dude? It is isn’t it?” He jokes turning towards me.
“you know I’m always happy to see you, I’m just surprised is all.”
“I told you to celebrate.” He said not meeting my eyes.
“you came all this way to celebrate.?” I asked not believing him.
“yeah, a good thing happened to me and I wanted to share that with you.” He said simply.
I thought my heart was going to burst out of my chest.
“I think that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever told me.” I said smiling.
“Yeah well don’t get used to it.” He smirked.
I playfully slapped his chest. I looked out the window as the car stopped.
“a dock?” I questioned.
“come on.” He smiled pulling me out of the car.
I saw a big yacht docked in the water.
“we’re going on that?” I asked smiling.
“yep.” He said pulling me onboard.
He pulled me on deck letting me look around. I had never been on a boat before so this was a new experience for me. Jensen disappeared down in the cabin, trading his suit and tie for just a pair of board shorts.
I swallowed looking at his toned chest. I had seen him naked already but somehow it still always got me flustered. He smirked at me before going to the wheel.
“wait you’re sailing this thing? I laughed coming to stand beside him.
“yep, and you’re going to help me.” He smiled starting to depart from the dock.
“I don’t think you want me to help, I mean do you want to crash?” I joked.
“It’s okay, it’s a private bay, can’t crash into the water.” He said.
The boat picked up speed as he sailed further and further into the bay. I felt so at peace as the wind blew through my hair. I couldn’t fight the smile that I donned. I noticed Jensen watching me intently.
“come on, you’re taking the wheel.” Jensen said pulling me in front of him.
“no I can’t.” I laughed nervously.
“I got you don’t worry.” He said placing a soft kiss to my neck.
He put his hands on top of mine, showing me how to sail the ship.
“Jensen don’t let go.” I laughed.
“I have too, you’ll be fine.”
Jensen moved his hands settling them around my waist as he held me against him.
“Oh my gosh I’m doing it!”
He laughed pecking my cheek. He took the wheel again slowing the boat to a stop. I walked to the edge looking at the beautifully calm water. Jensen came to my side, climbing over the railing and standing over the edge.
“what are you doing?”
“swimming.” He said jumping off in to the water below.
He submerged only for a second before popping back up.
“well what are you waiting for?” He asked calling up to me.
“you’re crazy.” I yelled.
“please for me?” He called smiling.
I bit my lip, finally letting my secret slip.
“don’t laugh, but I can’t swim.” I said my cheeks heating up with embarrassment.
He didn’t laugh.
“Don’t worry I got you.” He said for the second time today.
I sighed shaking my head before pulling my sundress over my head so I was just in my bra and underwear. I nervously looked at the water.
Was I really doing this?
I closed my eyes jumping in feet first. In an instant my body was engulfed in the cool water. I panicked momentarily before I felt warm hands go to my waist. Jensen smiled as he pulled me towards him. I wrapped my legs around his waist as we floated in the water.
“see you’re okay.” He said holding me up.
“you’re crazy.” I laughed my hands gripping his broad shoulders.
“Me? You’re the one jumping in to the ocean when you don’t know how to swim.” He joked giving me a wink.
“I find that my logic usually goes out the window with you Mr. Ackles.” I whispered.
“is this more?” He asked bringing a hand up to cup my cheek.
“huh?”
“At Jared’s you told me that you needed more, is this more?” He furrowed his eyebrows like he was really concerned what my answer would be.
I thought back to that day. I didn’t think he was really listening to me, but it turns out I was very wrong.
“so much more.” I smiled wrapping my arms around him and hugging him.
I pulled back to see him staring at me.
“what is it?” I asked feeling a blush come to my cheeks.
“I just like seeing you smile.” He whispered looking in my eyes.
I swallowed nervously as his gaze shifted between my eyes and my lips. He leaned in resting his forehead against mine. I could hear his breathing become shaky. He gulped as he moved his lips a little closer. I parted mine waiting and desperate for the contact but he quickly pulled away looking embarrassed.
“I’m sorry I can’t, just not right now.” He said turning his face away from me.
I grabbed his chin quickly making him face me again.
“It’s okay, you don’t have to apologize.” I said running a hand across the back of his neck.
I could see behind his eyes that someone really hurt him, it killed me to not know.
“what was her name?” I asked hesitantly.
He didn’t answer just swallowed nervously.
“who did this to you? who made you feel like this?” I asked getting emotional.
“It’s in the past now. Come on it’s getting late, we should start heading back. He said swimming over to the ladder at the side of the boat.
He helped me on, pushing me up so I could pull myself out of the water. He pulled himself up with ease going back to the wheel. I sighed pulling my sundress back on. Jensen was silent as he sailed us back to the dock. I walked up behind him, wrapping my arms around him, leaving a trail of kisses on his back up to his neck. Once we docked the boat Jensen turned around in my arms pulling me in to a bone crushing hug.
We stood there a minute in each others embrace.
“thank you for this, and for not making fun of my inability to swim.” I said offering him a smile.
He chuckled a little. He opened his mouth to reply but his phone ringing caught him off guard. He quickly answered, eyebrows furrowing with worry at whoever was talking.
“yeah, okay I’ll be right there.” He spoke before hanging up.
“everything okay?” I asked concerned.
“yeah just something came up at work.” He said grabbing my hand.
“come on Cole can drop you back at your moms house.”
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“are you sure you can’t stay one more day sweetheart?” my mom asked as she hugged me for what seemed like the millionth time.
“I wish I could mama.” I said giving her a kiss on her cheek.
I pulled away wrapping my arms around Richard.
“take care of her for me won’t you?” I whispered in his ear.
“of course darling.”
I gave my mother one last hug before boarding my plane. It was another quiet plane ride. I was exhausted and just ready to be home. I was surprised to find Cole standing in the airport holding a sign with my name on it.
“did you think I wouldn’t recognize you Cole?” I asked laughing.
“Mr. Ackles requests your presence at his estate.” Cole said taking my bag from me and leading me out to his car.
“Is everything okay, what’s going on?” I asked nervously.
“I’m afraid I can’t discuss anything Ms. (L/N).”
“Is Jensen okay?” I panicked.
“He’s a little preoccupied I’m afraid.”
I got sick with nerves as we drove to his house. Everything seemed fine when he left. I jumped out of the car before Cole could bring it to a complete stop, running inside.
“Jensen?” I called.
I was relieved to see him sitting on the stairs, hunched over with something in his lap. I walked over closer to him.
“Jensen?” I said placing a hand on his arm.
He quickly shrugged it off, standing up and glaring at me.
“what’s going on?”
“you tell me.” He growled dropping a newspaper at my feet.
I picked it up, shocked to see Jensen and I on the front page. We were standing on the yacht wrapped up in each other. It wasn’t just that but under the picture was my name printed clearly.
“so the paparazzi caught us..?” I asked trying to understand the situation.
“It was a private bay they shouldn’t have been able to, unless of course someone tipped them off.” He said glaring at me.
Did he seriously think I would do something like that?
“Jensen you can’t be serious, I didn’t even know where we were going how could I have possibly done that?” I asked crossing my arms over my chest.
“I don’t know (y/n) how did they get all that information in the paper huh? How did they know I introduced you to the cast? How did they know I won’t kiss you huh? How did they know about our arrangement? HOW DID THEY KNOW?” He yelled in my face.
I shrunk back as he raised his voice. I never did well with people raising their voice at me, but when he did it, it felt like knives going into my chest.
“I don’t know but I didn’t say anything Jensen I swear.” I pleaded, tears running down my cheeks.
“God I’m so stupid. You’re just like her. Fuck.” Jensen growls grabbing a vase of flowers angrily hurling it against the wall.
The vase shatters on impact making me jump.
“Jensen please you have to believe me.” I begged reaching my hand out but he stopped me.
“you’re just like her.” He said the hurt evident in his eyes.
“Jensen I have no clue what you’re talking about because you don’t tell me ANYTHING. I’ve tried to be understanding but this is crazy. I would never sell you out to some sleazy journalist.” I yelled feeling my emotions on overload.
“I think you should leave.” He said sitting back on the stairs and putting his head in his hands.
I could feel my heart breaking.
“I’m falling in love with you.” I whispered desperately wiping some tears that fell.
He glances up at me quickly before glancing back down.
“well you shouldn’t, this was never a relationship.” He huffed.
“If I walk out that door I’m not coming back.” I said taking a shaky breath, the tears flowing like a waterfall.
He didn’t respond, just continued to stare at the floor. So I did the last thing I wanted to do.
I left.
I left without another word, without looking back.
I left.
Author Note:
I’m so sorry for breaking your heart! Butttt we’re getting a glance in to why Jensen is the way he is! We ain’t done yet so please stick around for more! And as always if you’re enjoying please let me know with a heart, reblog, comment or a follow!
xoxoxo
Part (VIII)
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Misunderstood
Request:
I wanna request rory culkin in lords of chaos being in his record shop and seeing a not so normal customer for such a shop, he sees a pretty girl wearing her pretty mini sundress having her cute makeup and hair done, she looks all dolled-up ykyk. she basically goes there to buy something for her brother but she's so not into it, she so shy and "scared" to go there but she eventually does it and like euro kinda finds it adorable even tho everyone there is teasing her (AH IDK IF THAT MAKES SENSE LMAO, I just need fluff and cuteness and yk maybe a little spicy teasing IDK HEHEHE! hope u have a great day!!!)
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An: I Hope this is what you wanted!
Words: 1700
Warnings: None. Maybe shit talking?
Shivers ran down your spine as you walked down the dark, dirty street. Why your brother thought it was a good idea to send you to this part of town was beyond you. You understood his foot was broken and needed someone to run errands for him, but you didn't belong with the people he associated with. You weren't into death metal, didn't wear all black, and you definitely didn't rage against the machine. You were quite the opposite. You enjoyed your colorful wardrobe and bubbly music and were more of a rule follower. You NEVER got in trouble or put yourself in a bad situation.
You had heard rumors about the record store and its owner. Some said he was a cult leader who performed rituals in the basement. Others said he was a serial killer who lured unsuspecting customers into his trap. Others said he was a vampire who fed on the blood of young girls like you. He wasn't twenty-five, but innocent people's blood kept him youthful.
Of course, you didn't believe those stories, but you still felt uneasy as you approached the store. It looked like a rundown shack, with faded posters and graffiti covering the windows. The neon sign flickered and buzzed, spelling out "Rock 'n' Roll Heaven." You wondered if that was meant to be ironic or ominous.
You pushed open the door and stepped inside. The smell of dust and mold hit you like a wave. You saw rows of shelves filled with records, tapes, and magazines. You also saw posters of rock stars and bands, some of who you recognized and others you didn't. The place was dimly lit by a few lamps and a jukebox that played an old song you couldn't name. Where the hell did you step into?
You walked along the aisles, scanning the labels and covers. You could feel a few different sets of eyes on you, and you tried to keep your head down but glanced up a few times with an awkward smile, hoping they didn't come toward you.
One man stood at the counter pretending to read a magazine, but his eyes would flick to you. He'd nudge his buddy and whisper something you couldn't hear, making you anxious.
"Sweetheart. I think you stepped into the wrong place." One of them says, staring at you. "You need to go to the record store on Broadwater. They have all that bubble gum pop shit you're probably looking for." You notice his piercing blue eyes carving into your soul, and you try to look away, but it's a trance. His long black hair hangs in his face, and deep down inside, you want to remark how he should stop wearing women's clothing and grow up, but the rumor of him eating people comes back to your mind, and you keep your mouth shut.
You find the name of the band your brother had mentioned, and there are several different pieces of vinyl, each from a different year. Why didn't he tell you the name?
"Do you not talk?" Another one calls from the counter.
You look up at him again, blushing, "I do. I'm just looking for something, and I'll be out of here." Your eyes return to the records, and you grab the newest one. Your brother was a collector, and it was more than likely he wanted the more recent item.
You hear his footsteps walking around the counter, and just to your luck, the bigger one is coming toward you. The one who looks like he might attack you.
He walks up to you with a smirk on his face, holding a cigarette in his hand. He blows smoke in your direction, making you cough. He looks at the record you're holding and snorts. "You're kidding me. You're buying this crap?" He grabs the record from your hand and examines it. "This is their latest album. It's garbage. They sold out to the mainstream. They lost their edge. They used to be good back in the day." He points to another record on the shelf. "This is their first album. This is where it all started. This is real music." He hands it to you and takes back the one you had chosen. "Trust me, kid. You'll thank me later." He winks at you and returns to the counter, leaving you speechless and confused.
Kid? You weren't a child.
You cautiously walk to the counter, noticing two of the three men sitting in the corner watching some gory horror movie, and you do your best not to make a face at it.
You try to play it cool like you weren't in your favorite red and white sundress that you'd just bought, you weren't wearing the cutest sandals you'd ever seen, or you didn't get dolled up for the day knowing where you were going.
You tried to ignore the stares and whispers of the other customers, who looked at you like you were an alien. But you knew you couldn't fool anyone.
"You're brave walking in here looking like that. You look like you got lost on your way to the Barbie convention." He sounds playful, but you'd be lying if you said it didn't hurt your feelings.
You bite your lip, wishing he would just tell you how much you owe him, but he seems amused with you and taking his time. He grabs the record with a smirk and taps on the cash register.
He looks at you with a mock surprise and says, "That'll be a hundred bucks, please." He chuckles and adds, "Just kidding. It's only twenty. But I'll take a hundred if you want to tip me for my excellent service." He winks at you and holds his hand, waiting for your payment.
Your eyes deaden at his joke; you don't find him amusing. He hands you the record, still smiling as you walk away from him.
"Hey, I'm gonna take a smoke break." He tells the others and follows behind you. Was he following you?
Part of Euronymous felt guilty for the way he was acting. He didn't want to admit it, but that was his best attempt at flirting, and he failed miserably. "Hey, wait up." He says, catching you before you cross the street.
You stop, looking back for a second before you sigh and drop your shoulders, "Why so you can continue to be an asshole to me?"
He runs his fingers through his hair, holding his cigarette to his lips. "I wasn't. I didn't…Look, I think your style's cool. I, uh, I don't know how to talk to pretty girls." He admits.
Your brows scrunch together with confusion; you aren't sure what his game plan is. "I'm not really into Satanists or cult leaders, so you don't have to waste your time apologizing to me or trying to make me feel better about myself. I think you're tacky, just like your store."
He looks hurt by your words, but he doesn't give up. "Well, I'm neither of those things." He pulls his cigarette from his lips, "This is weird and I know this is weird, because I'm weird, but, let me at least walk you to your car. It's getting late and I'd feel like a shithead if something happened to you."
You hesitate, not sure if you should trust him or not. He doesn't look like a bad guy, just a misunderstood one. But you've heard stories about people like him, who pretend to be friendly and turn out to be monsters. You don't want to be another victim. "I'm walking to my brother's house, and I'd prefer you not to know where I stay." You tell him, but part of you wants to take his offer. It's creepy at night, and you have no way to protect yourself if something was to happen.
He remains quiet, watching you rethink what you just told him. Why did you tell him that? He could easily follow you and find out where you live. You curse yourself for being so stupid. "If I let you walk me home, promise not to stalk me?" You ask him, hoping he's not lying.
His laughter rings in your ears, "I won't stalk you. Between my band and owning the shop, I don't have time to stalk anyone plus, if you want to see me, you know where I work." He playfully winks. "Come on, let's go. I promise I'll behave." He smiles at you with a charming grin that makes your heart flutter. You wonder if he's as bad as you thought or just a lonely soul looking for company. You decide to give, hoping you won't regret it later.
You make small talk, asking him about his band. He tells you that his band is called Mayhem and plays black metal, an extreme and controversial music genre.
"I'm glad you came in today. I know it can be a bit over the top, and I'd be lying if I said we weren't being judgemental dicks." He laughs, his eyes dart to you nervously, waiting for your response, but you continue to watch the sidewalk. "I hope part of you doesn't believe I'm what everyone says."
You tilt your head up, looking at him with curiosity. You wonder why your opinion would matter. "I think you're misunderstood but you kind of like it that way."
He shrugs and takes a drag from his cigarette. "I do enjoy being a rebel and an outcast. I like making people uncomfortable it's entertaining to see how fearful people are." He exhales the smoke and looks at you with a smirk. "But maybe I also like surprising people and showing them that I'm not a monster. Maybe I like being normal and human."
"You know, nice doesn't look bad on you. You should try it more often." You're able to genuinely smile at him this time. "Well," You say, stopping in front of the apartment doors. "This is it." You don't know how to end this interaction. It's not like this was a date or a friendship.
He nods, "Alright, I'll see you around?"
You shrug with a playful smile as you open the door, "Maybe."
He throws his hands in the air as he walks away from you, "I'll take it!" He says, his voice full of excitement. He looks back at you and gives you a thumbs-up, making you laugh, and he disappears into the night, leaving you with a story to amuse your brother with and a memory that might make you return to the 'scariest' record store in town.
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Sanlu Fic Recs
This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)
Midnight Snacks by ClockedInside - Rated G
Sanji finds himself baking a cake with his captain at twelve am. He's not upset about it in the slightest.
burnt orange by zo_glassy - Rated T
Luffy wasn’t exactly sure when, but he had been caught staring, and then a plump fruit was being held close to his mouth.
Yet at that moment, he’d been unable to tear his eyes away, teeth grazing soft fingertips as he nibbled the orange flesh in a daze.
The fruit bursts in his tongue, the sour-sweetness enveloping his senses.
He recalls the clear juice that had trickled down the pale wrist, the twinkle of blue eyes winking at him mischievously.
"Our secret, don't tell Nami-san."
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In which Luffy is clueless, and Nami and Usopp take it upon themselves to play cupid.
Happy (belated) valentines day!
The King's Cook: On Love Languages and Adoration by onceuponaneverafter - Rated T
Sanji cooked for everyone. Never not in the kitchen making or preparing something.
He never said "Love yous" or "Missed yous" but he always cooked everyone's favourites, and never let a soul go hungry.
Luffy notices, and after watching and observing and learning, he decides Sanji deserves to be cooked for too.
Or, Luffy loves his crew and knows they have worth, and Sanji needs to be reminded that means him too.
Moment In The Sun by Harubo - Rated T
“So… you’re not a knight at all.”
“I don’t know what it means to be a knight,” Luffy shrugged, “But I saw you and I wanted to be by your side and now I am. Zeff says being a knight means caring for someone more than you care for yourself. So I guess I’m a knight.”
The Captain's Cook by three_days_late - Rated G
He would do whatever it took to keep Sanji by his side. He would give him whatever he wanted, do anything he asked, just as long as Sanji stayed with him. Sanji was the cook of the Straw Hat pirates, and Luffy would accept no other.
Kindness around the stations by purplefox - Rated T
Luffy is a troublesome little brother but he is kind. Are Sabo and Ace cool with their little brother disappearing into the city and getting involved with a royal? Not so much but they doubt they can pry Luffy away. He seems gone on the blonde royal who cooks and feeds Luffy what he makes.
A Wedding to Remember by GalacticSaz - Rated T
Sanji is waiting at the alter for his future wife to strut in and ruin his life. But, his captain never was any good at leaving them alone in their time of need. So, why did he think that today would be any different?
Growing Pains by grayimperia - Rated G
Luffy’s grandpa was well over nine feet tall and wide as a barn. Other than the occasional fist of love, this had no bearing on Luffy’s life until it suddenly did.
Sanji frowned, reaching out to press a hand to the top of Luffy’s head. “Am I going crazy or have you gotten taller?”
“If I get bigger, will you still carry me and cook for me and do my laundry and help me wash my hair?”
“Yes, you overgrown child—even if you’re more overgrown.”
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Luffy gets a growth spurt.
Our Way To Be (And How Everyone Sees Us) by aririnas - Rated G
Five situations where the mugiwara see the strange relationship between Luffy and Sanji.
And one in which someone realizes the reality.
Honey Hold Me by Harubo - Rated T
When his captain burst out of the wedding cake, screaming furiously that Sanji was his husband, all hell broke loose at the Whole Cake Chateau.
(Snippets of a love story between the cook and his captain, the captain and his cook)
Anchor by Trixree - Rated T
It is said that dreams are shared between soulmates. Luckily, the Vinsmoke children do not dream.
(Except, of course, for the failure.)
A Gentle Tide by teaandtumblr - Rated G
When it came to people, and creatures, on the Grand Line, Sanji knew that Luffy was one of the toughest ones. He’d known it ever since their first meeting. Luffy was made of rubber but he may as well have been made of iron for how strong he was.
Which was why Sanji was so surprised to find Luffy’s weakness to be what it was:
Gentleness.
It's Called Falling by Trixree - Rated M
So many bad choices have led up to this moment, standing in the walk-in fridge with his face buried in his hands to choke back what could either be a scream or hysterical laughter, contemplating the Not A Date he’s landed himself, and Sanji cannot fathom how to begin to undig this hole.
Too Bright to See by grayimperia - Rated T
Luffy’s eyes are unfocused as he smiles at Sanji. Robin takes a measured sip of her coffee in the same amount of time it takes Luffy to bite clear through half of his sandwich.
Sanji swipes a few napkins off the table and sets about wiping crumbs from Luffy’s face. “I’m so sorry about him, Robin-chan.”
“It’s quite alright,” she says. And it is because there is something very sweet about the scene in front of her. Robin smiles. One out of seven lights click on.
-
Luffy, Sanji, the Straw Hats, and how it takes time to notice the obvious.
Easy as Anything, Simple as That by Trixree - Rated T
“Luffy? What’s the matter?”
“We’re gonna’ have a wedding,” he says incomprehensibly. Which—no. Absolutely not. Haven’t they had enough of weddings, lately? Nami's certainly had enough for a lifetime, thanks.
“What are you talking about? What wedding?” she demands as coherently as she can while running on only two-and-a-half hours of sleep.
“Mine and Sanji’s,” Luffy declares.
That's One Heck of a Gatcha Prize by anarchycox - Rated T
Zeff forces Sanji to take an actual day off from the Baratie and Sanji goes to the street fair/carnival going on. He plays a silly game to win a stuffed animal. He didn't expect to win a Luffy.
face the sun by zo_glassy - Rated M
the summer sun a halo behind his head, and his own ears are completely singed by the heat of the other’s affections.
he learns that Luffy’s warmth, golden-red and burning, may take some getting used to.
(in which Sanji's vulnerable to his captain's flattery.)
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Hellooooooooo!! Wassup? How have you been?
Could I request size kink, praise kink & after care for Shanks, Ace & Luffy?
Thanks! Take care and cya! <3
You know, I've been good. Had a rough day yesterday, slept in a little too late today, but I'mma try and get this ask done before my shift starts. (yay for WFH).
\o/ I love when people ask for Aftercare ♥ makes me all warm and fuzzy inside!
Without any pomp and circumstance for this, let's get into - I'mma go alphabetically (by first name), cause it places Luffy in a good spot to see the differences between him and his brother, and him and his mentor!
Portgas D. Ace:
Size Kink - Yes - Height-wise I think Ace is fairly neutral on the size thing. He's perfectly happy to be the little spoon, he's perfectly happy to the big spoon. I think he just likes to snuggle regardless. He enjoys wrapping his limbs around you and keeping you close, but he'd be equally as happy to be engulfed by someone (Okay, but now I want to write a Yamato x reader x Ace story, you have no idea.)
Praise Kink - Oh god you don't even know - For a guy who thinks the whole world hates him by virtue of his father, he wants you to know how perfectly he loves you. Ace is abysmal at dirty talk - especially when he gets focused on trying to talk dirty, but praise pours from his lips with a flow and grace you wouldn't know he had.
It all comes from his heart, and the only thing that can knock him out of his groove is if you start praising him. He won't stop, or run away from you, but you can see that freckled face turned bright red. He is likely to start railing you to keep you from talking though - or tickling you, or snuggling you harder, etc.
Aftercare - FUCK Yes - Ace's aftercare is a little lacking at first, but he's attentive to you, and listens well. I feel like Marco and Thatch both would've been making sure he knew that he needed to do it, and as time goes on he gets better and better. To Ace it's another way to show his love, and he gets to praise you more while you're talking through everything.
There's not a whole lot of people who can sit in the tub with you and keep the water warm quite the same way Ace can ^_^
Monkey D. Luffy:
Size Kink - I guess - Bigger, smaller, filled to the brim, or being stirred up inside, Luffy doesn't really have a preference. He'll do his best to fulfill your preferences, especially as your relationship grows, and if anyone can Adjust Their Size in a VARIETY of ways, it's Luffy-gods-damned-D-Monkey.
Interestingly, he prefers to be the big spoon, and given the nature of his body, he'll easily stretch and wrap around you to ensure he is.
Praise Kink - Oh god you don't even know - Oh god he didn't even know. Luffy's been praised before, but there's something different when you praise him. Especially when you're being intimate. It sends a shiver through him that he really likes, and so he'll praise you in return (getting better and better at it as time progresses), because if it makes him feel that good, it probably makes you feel that good too.
Careful with the praises though, if you praise him well while you're climaxing, you might end up climaxing a lot. If you have the stamina for it, then that's great, but Luffy's not known for his restraint.
Aftercare - Yes - Luffy is the middle of the slider for aftercare - he does it every time, and he does it well, but there's no much passion in it. He gets all the credit for seeing it through, and staying focused on it, he's not going to risk skipping it and having you end up in a bad way because of it. In a way, it's a testament to how much he does care about you, because he rarely does anything he doesn't want to, and it's pretty obvious aftercare isn't high on his list.
Still, he washes you, snuggles, massages and kisses you while talking about how things went every time. Then he probably does like a billion laps swinging around the ship because he's still a little ball of gremlin energy xD
Shanks:
Size Kink - Yes - Yes is pretty neutral for Shanks, since there's so little he's actively against. He's not against being the big or little spoon, though given his tendency to start things he's usually the one snuggling up to you in one way shape or form. He's definitely not shy about heights, either, but for some reason I feel like Shanks tends to stay within a certain range. I imagine it's almost subconscious though - if someone who was 12' + approached him, he'd be unlikely to say no, but he would be more likely to walk over to someone between like 5'-8' give or take a few inches.
Praise Kink - Oh god you don't even know - Beckmann does nothing but scold him, but he's good, isn't he baby? He's so good to you, doing all those little tender things you like, kissing you so sweetly even if are begging him to go faster that pleasure's still building, isn't it? Just be good, keep taking him so well, you're doing a great job, listen to those sounds, you're so close, aren't you?
Yeah, give or take, Shanks loves praise. He loves to praise you and watch you take pleasure in it just as much as if he were degrading you or teasing you. He loves it when you praise him, even if it's shattered by the pleasure he's giving you and nearly formless. It's okay, you're doing good, he knows exactly what you're trying to say. ♥
Aftercare - FUCK Yes - Shanks' Aftercare game is on point. He's had plenty of practice and a lot of it is almost second nature. He might not consciously fill the role of dom, but it doesn't stop him from taking care of his partner. I feel like he's almost always going to be the more experienced person in the relationship no matter what - he's just so much of a free spirit looking for a good time that I don't think anyone else could hope to keep up.
And he's not reckless or cruel, so he's good at the whole thing, from the chase, to the foreplay, to mutual pleasure, to the aftercare.
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Letters From the Sky
[A/N: Bruv I so rarely write angst because I am a weakling and it makes me Big Sad, but this has been floating around in my drafts and I just binge watched a bunch of NCIS episodes that made me cry so 🤲🏽 a ficlet for u, here u go. It's not really the saddest ending so there's that, at least? I hope? I sorry]
Pairing: Jethro Gibbs x wife!reader
TW: references to funerals/loss, implied character death
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Settling down on the couch in your living room, you tuck your knees underneath one of your husband’s old USMC hoodies and create a makeshift table out of your lap. Writing a letter can help you deal with your emotions, help you move on with life, your mother had advised, and so here you were, pen in hand, staring at the blank piece of paper before you. Hi, I love you and I miss you didn’t quite cut it. And were you supposed to keep adding to the letter daily, filling him in on your life? Was time passing differently for him? How long would it be until you heard his voice again? Could you ask your friend for her thoughts, or would your questions bring up too many bad memories? Head growing fuzzy and eyes growing watery from your endless stream of questions with no answers in sight, you opted to just start writing. Foregoing a greeting, figuring your husband would know exactly who this was from, you let out a deep breath and put pen to paper.
Funerals are such a funny thing, aren’t they, Jethro? The many faces from your past and present gathered around to celebrate life, lament loss, and say things aloud that they should’ve said to the person who needed to hear it most.
I miss you more than I could ever put into words. It was so strange being there today without you. How many of those solemn events did we attend together throughout the years? Family, friends, colleagues… Too many to count, and most of them senseless losses.
I don’t know how to keep going without you by my side, but it’s been such a blessing to be surrounded by your loved ones. We’ve been trading so many wonderful memories, stories about your fearless feats, your never-ending pursuit of justice, your stubborn nature, your devotion to those lucky enough to know you. I even met one of your former lovers after the funeral, and honey, let me tell you, we got to gossiping. Turns out you’re a regular Casanova, huh? It’s those steel blue eyes that keep you coming back for more, I swear.
I like to think that, even though we’re physically apart now, you can still hear me. After all, you always did say that about my optimism- “from your mouth to God’s ears, sweetheart”. Do you think, if I yelled loud enough, I could get a message delivered to you?
This big house feels even bigger without you. I guess I can think about it like those cases that would last for days, where I wouldn’t even get a glimpse of you until your perp was behind bars, but we both know it’s not quite the same. At least I can raid your closet without hearing you grumble about your favorite hoodies going missing- silver linings, my darling Jethro. I’m not sure how long they’ll keep smelling like you, but I’m determined not to wash them, just in case… My secret’s safe with you, right?
Speaking of secrets (more like hidden gems), I found a stash of Kelly’s artwork upstairs and I’ve started adding her drawings to the gallery of photos on the walls. I know I made some changes after we got married, but the sheer lack of decor when I moved in still astounds me. You’re such a man, she said lovingly.
Anyway, I think you’ll be pleased to know that
The sound of the front door opening alerts you to your friend’s return, and you hurry to jot down your last few thoughts.
Anyway, I think you’ll be pleased to know that your girls are all together in this big house of yours :) Hopefully, we’ll see you soon.
P.S. Not too soon. I know I call you my old man, but you’re not that old- yet.
Gibbs puts his truck in park on the driveway, returning home after another day added to the list of longest days of his life. He sits in the cab for a few prolonged minutes, trying to muster up the courage to enter your big house that feels even bigger now.
When he finally trudges up the walkway, he pauses with his hand on the doorknob and releases a heavy sigh before pushing the door open. And then, for just a split second, he swears he hears you calling his daughter’s name and her answering giggle overlapping with her mother’s voice.
The moment is fleeting, and no matter how hard he strains, he can’t conjure up the sound again. But the house feels warmer, lighter somehow.
And he smiles.
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