#imagine request

[itsbuckytm]

Yooooo!!! That Snow fic you recently released involving the reader and Treech being in love? Absolute masterpiece! So hear me out: what if you wrote about their connection and how it progressed? Like, before Coryo got his clutches on the reader. There was a moment you described where Treech and the reader snuck out, I’m pretty sure. I’d love to see a story on that. Maybe end it with those dying words you mentioned? Just utter fluff with that heartbreak of an ending.

Capitol's love birds. / Treech

summary : being Snow's twin meant being exactly like him, even though your appearances were slightly different. As a mentor yourself, you were assigned to District 7's male tribute, Treech. it was only in the wagon on its way to the Capitol that the chemistry first sparked, ultimately solidifying your status as the Capitol's favorite lovebirds.

ps ; english is not my native language, and I appreciate seeing your requests for ideas that I may not have thought of. Hopefully, you find the suggestions helpful. please refrain from plagiarizing my work without my permission or proper credit, as doing so may result in being flagged or banned. thank you.

Mentoring proved to be a challenging responsibility, but the greatest struggle arose when love entered the picture. However, this was no ordinary affection; it was a type of love that some might view as disgraceful, while others perceived it as a form of admiration amid the Games. Although Treech wasn't particularly interested in getting to know his mentor, let alone encountering them in another restricted enclosure, it was within those confines that the two of you crossed paths. Despite being Snow's twin traditionally constantly at his side, it was unquestionable that you, too, were destined to trail behind him to discover who your tribute was. 

While taking pride in mentoring someone from a district not situated at the lowest rungs of Panem's hierarchy, you were fortunate enough to maintain a semblance of dignity, given the reputation of the district you represented for its familiarity with victory. However, Lucy Gray Baird's captivating performance, the talk of the town since the reaping, cast shadows of doubt over your confidence. All of this, while your brother engaged with fellow tributes, attempting his best to establish his temptation not to gith back. 

You couldn't help but notice the stark class distinctions. Dust still clung to their attire, indicating a lack of access to basic amenities like showers before arriving. A twinge of sympathy crept in. "What's a pretty face doing here?" Reaper Ash remarked, catching you off guard. Initially assuming the comment was directed at Coriolanus, you soon realized it was aimed squarely at you. The revelation that you, too, were to become a mentor became apparent. And that the unspoken pressure to make a positive first impression on the fortunate second tribute who had the early opportunity to meet you loomed large. But Ash simply laughed at your brother’s reaction by ordering you stay behind him. Although poorly as his arm performed itself as a fence initiating to any tributes not to go further. "Relax, pretty boy. I won't touch her. Just asking for a friend, that's all." 

That friend happened to be Treech, whose imposing silhouette positioned itself in front of you a little closer this time. His gaze had been fixed on you from the moment he laid eyes on you. While you initially attributed it to natural human interaction, the persistent feeling of being scrutinized lingered throughout. It seemed as if Treech was almost surprised or even deceived to have you as his mentor, likely influenced by how your brother had fared so far. "Looking for District 7." You mentioned exchanging quick glances with the tributes to assess who would be best with an axe.

 As expected, your eyes landed on the red-headed girl who endeavored to present herself as the ideal candidate for you. "A boy." Your brother corrected, noticing as Lamina stood up, but Treech, adopting a protective stance, advised her to remain behind, much like your twin had done. After all it was a one-on-one game for the time being. "That must be my lucky one." Treech expressed sarcastically, stating it as a matter of fact, causing a subtle pink shade to color your cheeks – a reaction you tried hard to control. After all, it was your very first time you had seen someone outside the District ever. "You get to have the other pretty one." Ash teased playfully, suggesting that, despite Treech's charming demeanor, he was seemingly destined for a grim fate in the arena upon arrival. “I’m a little jealous.” Ash generously said.

Upon reaching the Capitol, you and your brother were taken aback as you discovered an unforeseen aspect of the tributes' journey. The initial understanding was that Flickerman, the Capitol's esteemed journalist, would be present to introduce each tribute upon their arrival. However, what they were unaware of was the presence of two mentors among the tributes, perhaps trespassing without official permission. This, however, was a matter for another time. Despite the somewhat unconventional transportation, Treech remained fixated on you throughout the journey to the Capitol. He seemed entranced by the striking resemblance between you and your brother, sparking a sense of compassion. Observing your interactions and the way you closely accompanied your brother, it was rumored that you were akin to his pet, only permitted to speak when approved by Coriolanus. Despite his disdain for the District, your brother demonstrated a surprising degree of protectiveness towards you, although in the midst of the situation, allowed  some space during the encounter with your tribute in an unexpected location. 

Fortunately, your keen observation allowed you to realize that you were reaching your destination, a detail that eluded many, including Coryo himself. Swiftly grasping your twin’s arm, a gesture he had ensured, the sudden tilt of the wagon hinted at the possibility of your feet slipping and sliding. Treech's eyes widened at your momentary clumsiness, seizing the opportunity to support you. As your back met the uncomfortable mud of the Zoo, he was determined not to lose his mentee on the spot. 

Cameras focused intently on both you and your brother, eliciting a crowd reaction filled with exclamations such as, "It's Snow's boy!" Swiftly, the onlookers noticed your presence next to your brother, who rose and asserted himself. There you stood, a captivating spectacle, with Treech's arm securing your waist and his unwavering gaze fixed on yours. A sly smirk played on his lips as the rest of the crowd declared your presence as well. "And look! The other Snow!" The citizens of the Capitol, already entranced by the presence of the twin siblings on their tributes' first day, began expressing confidence in your victory. This added an additional layer of challenge for the other mentors who were absent from this captivating spectacle. "It's your cue, princess." 

"Princess" was the first word he used to address you. Ironically, it took you a moment to realize that all the cameras were focused on you. Your brother had already made his mark, keeping a careful eye to ensure your tribute didn't make any missteps, especially when it came to touching you. However, you were completely under Treech's influence. With a confident smile, he waved at the cameras, making it a bit easier for you to face the potential embarrassment later at home. "She's alright!" He assured, shifting his gaze quickly to your relieved brother. He could have sworn he saw a few Capitol ladies, with similar makeup to yours, watching in awe at how Treech gallantly assisted you. As he watched the scene unfold with Lucy and Snow not far away, he too decided to play the role of the Capitol's love bird. 

As preparations for the 10th Hunger Games were underway, Flickerman's team mandated interviews with every tribute each year. From the very beginning, you managed to establish trust with Treech, a bond that proved beneficial. Not only did you ensure he was well-fed, but you also took the initiative to fetch Lamina additional food, given her mentor's apparent neglect. Treech appreciated the maternal role you assumed for Lamina. On one occasion, he confessed that he would go to great lengths for her, even if it meant risking his own life to secure her victory as the final tribute. It was all in the pursuit of making District 7 proud once again, for a Lumberjack always harbors a wealth of secrets up their sleeves. 

During his time at the Zoo, Treech found increased joy in your company, particularly when you accompanied him for a quick visit to the arena. Following suit with other tributes, he decided to take the initiative in making the first move. It happened on that initial day when he casually attempted to hold your hand, his fingers gently intertwining with yours. You discreetly glanced at him, careful not to make it too obvious given the presence of the assigned tributes and their mentors. With Coriolanus behind you taking notice. Yet, observing Treech's attempts to connect with you, he sensed a deeper connection between the two of you. Realizing this, your elder sibling understood the need to strengthen his bond with Lucy. To Treech's delight, he could only imagine your brother envying a love that he would never receive in return. 

With insider knowledge of the arena and sneaky routes into the Academy, Treech and you managed to slip away after the arena visit. Observing his interaction back with District 4's tribute and noticing his vigilance, a few teases were all it took to provoke Treech into throwing a punch, especially when faced with comments like. "Your girlfriend wouldn't mind if I speak with you?" While it was clear that others were aware of your connection, Treech dismissed it as a mere game, refusing to believe that it held any deeper significance. However, his sentiments towards you had sparked an unexpected depth of emotion within him. "Just a reminder." He sternly directed at the other tribute, his gaze darkening with offense. Spotting you behind him with Lamina by your side, Treech asserted. "You don't speak such filth about Y/N." The onlookers chuckled at his protectiveness and the evident depth of his emotions. "Or else?" They added, challenging anyone who dared to disrespect you. 

"Or else, I won't hesitate to cut your head off with my axe. Watch yourself, because I can do it in the blink of an eye." With those words, Treech revealed what you truly meant to him. He could vividly recall Snow's concerned gaze as he tried to pull you away from the escalating situation. However, you had refused that day, meeting Treech's eyes the entire time after discussing the tributes he would be teamed with. "For Lamina's sake," You had pleaded, urging him to be cautious. "Those individuals only seek your vulnerability. They may be from District 4, but they don't understand the power of an axe." Was what Treech said reassuring you with a smile. A smile you’ll never forget. 

In that very moment, you decided to take Treech with you for a clandestine escape from the arena. It was a day when even the tributes were granted the freedom to either stay at the arena for practice or wander under the watchful eyes of the Peacekeepers. However, Treech and you had a different agenda. You used the excuse of wanting to make his training more convenient as a cover. For some inexplicable reason, you had the approval of Dr. Gaul, who only instructed that Treech needed to return to the Zoo before midnight. It seemed that being Snow's twin had its perks after all. 

Upon your arrival at the Academy's Greenhouse, both of you maintained a quiet atmosphere. This place held a special significance for you, offering tranquility during moments of anxiety or family pressure. Though it was suspected that you were in charge of the Greenhouse, under your grandmother's watchful eye and constant reminders to enjoy tending to flowers like she did, you chose to share this haven with Treech. It was the same place where you had once spoken briefly to him, and he was thrilled not only to spend time alone with you but also to witness the real person behind the facade of prestige and elegance showcased in public. Trying to ease the slight tension, Treech remarked. "You know, I'd be damned to see your brother's face if he were here." It was a fact that you were gradually opening up to someone who was once a stranger but had become someone you deeply loved. "Brother could care less; he has Lucy wrapped around his finger right now.” You added, acknowledging the complexities of your relationships within the family. 

A smirk played across Treech's face, revealing his amusement at the thought of your brother feeling jealous. Although they were in similar positions, this time the connection between you and Treech was authentic, not just for show. Playful teasing began to permeate every event at the Academy, serving as a tactic to expose vulnerabilities in both of you. However, with Treech's mentor skills and the insights gained from your brother's tips, he honed his skills and strength, making it increasingly difficult for others to exploit weaknesses or gain his trust. "And would it be fair to say that I, too, have my little finger entirely wrapped around you, Princess?" He added, playfully reciprocating the banter. 

His words caused a warm blush to spread across your cheeks, especially when he directed his attention toward you during wound care in practice. The worry in your eyes whenever he made a slight mistake was met with a reassuring thumbs-up and the smile you cherished. There were moments when it became challenging for him to stay focused, particularly when he saw you engaged in conversations with your other classmates. Despite the casual nature of those interactions, he couldn't resist the urge to draw your attention back to him. In response, you chuckled softly, suggesting a meeting on the rooftop of the Greenhouse to admire the stars. "Anything that involves being with you, I'll gladly say yes." He replied with a smile. “You know, I love when you blush more. Especially for me.” 

Without uttering a word, you playfully dismissed his comment, rolling your eyes in a teasing manner. You extended your hand, a gesture he effortlessly accepted. "Show me the way, Princess." He said, and together, you ascended the stairs. Luck was on your side as you reached the rooftop just as the sun of the Capitol dipped below the horizon, signaling the arrival of dawn. The sky was clear, and the stars of Panem glittered above, creating a breathtaking scene just for the two of you. "Looks like I'm the lucky one." He marveled at the view. "Having a beautiful face to look at and a beautiful scenery to enjoy all to myself. I'd be damned not to win these Games and return home to a beautiful angel." He confessed, and this time, he genuinely meant every word. 

On the other hand, you remained completely silent. Initially, you wanted to express your gratitude, but as the Games drew nearer, uncertainty crept in, even with Treech's skills. The looming uncertainty, especially regarding Lucy's well-being and Snow's single-minded pursuit of victory, left you unsure. Despite your love for your brother, his focus was solely on winning, regardless of the familial bond. Treech noticed the tension as the two of you sat next to the bench, and he tried to bring you closer. In an unexpected reaction, you flinched—a rare occurrence. "Hey—" Treech began, but he immediately noticed your slightly swollen face and your eyes fighting back tears. The man you loved had become, overnight, a complete stranger at best. "Look at me, Y/N." He pleaded, adopting a worried tone as you broke down in front of him. The situation must have been incredibly embarrassing for you. 

"What's wrong?" His voice softened as he looked at you, tender care evident in his gaze. He took immense pride in having you as his partner during the Games and falling in love with the most exceptional mentors he could have ever asked for. He harbored concerns about the possibility of you crying over his lifeless body, should the worst come to pass. The thought of hearing you scream his name filled him with worry, although he made a concerted effort not to show it. His overarching plan was to make you proud and, above all, to be loved by you until his very last breath. 

"Have you ever genuinely fallen in love?" Your question resonated with Treech. Of course, he loved you. You were an unexpected and, ironically, his first love. And so for you. The circumstances of your meeting might not have been ideal, but as long as he was with you, that's all that mattered. And if things worked in his favor, it was not just for him but for Lamina as well, given that she often regarded you as someone she could trust. "Like genuinely." You added, trying your best not to burst into laughter. Your tears didn't make it any easier, giving you a slightly maniacal tone. 

“Of course, and that person is sitting right in front of me.” His eyes not taking his gaze from you. How he watched you loosing yourself entirely in the moment of a mere seconds. Your old habits resurging as you would try to numb the pain of your fingers by scratching the very last skin until it bled. To which Treech could not help to notice the moment he had met you. He grabbed your fingers, making you to stop it quickly as he began to peck every single fingers. “And I have made a promise to myself, that if I’d ever win. That we will be reunited together. Build a family, run away together. Be the lovebirds the Capitol wants us to be.” 

A mixture of remorse and relief surged through you as you heard every word from Treech, assuring you that he would stay alive and well. If only you could muster the same confidence he exuded. Despite your attempts, he gently wiped away your tears, his fingers delicately holding your chin to meet his gaze. "You know, even if it's not the conventional way to confess one's love to another, I might be able to let myself do it." He said, leaning in to press his lips against yours. They were soft, just as you expected, carrying the comforting scent of wood he had kept upon his arrival—a reminder of home, a home with both you and Treech. 

"I love you to the bottom of my heart. I know our first meetings weren't the best, but the way you cared for Lamina, and even showed care to me, proved something deeper. If we can continue doing that every night until the Games, I'll make sure you genuinely know that I love you." He confessed once the kiss broke. His words carried a weight that nearly brought tears to your eyes, holding you in place. The both of you chuckled at the irony of the situation, yet a newfound sense of confidence enveloped you—something you had never experienced before, especially as someone from a District. 

"Man, I wish we could continue this, but I don't want you to get punished for bringing me here—" This time, you swiftly cut him off, recognizing that it wasn't the right time for such activities, especially just a few days before the Games. Instead, you proposed a deal—a deal he seemed to enjoy a little too much. Every time you had the chance to train with him, just before returning him to the Zoo, you would indulge in cuddling and sometimes reminisce about home. Occasionally, these encounters escalated into intense make-out sessions, leaving him with a desire to mark you visibly. The marks led to teasing from some classmates, making you blush, and occasional interventions from your brother. Despite casual warnings, Treech took pleasure in denying everything with a smirk that your brother despised. To add to his delight, that same night, Treech deepened the marks, leaving a lasting impression. Just to see Snow’s furious face once again. 

Although this little pleasure was only going to last very soon, when the Games were officially commencing and you knew that. With you being at least able to say your final goodbyes to Treech, he could to feel your worrying about his situation. Cupping your face so delicately as a mention that everything was going to be alright. It was the last time that you also felt his lips brushing against yours. A kiss you would not forget so easily. 

During the Games, you and the remaining mentors, alongside your brother, watched with stress and concern for the well-being of your tributes. While your eyes remained fixed on Treech, you also tried your best to ensure Lamina's safety. However, the situation took a dire turn when the poison finally affected Treech. Feeling helpless, you did everything in your power to find a remedy, attempting to prevent the symptoms from worsening and to make them last until only one tribute remained. "The poison!" You angrily tried to draw attention, tears welling up as you called out to your brother, who paid no heed. Seeing you suffer for the one you loved was what he had envisioned from the start. His pleasure lay in witnessing Treech's suffering on screen. "Please! Give him the medication!" You appealed to your District 7's female mentor, but it was too late. Treech's coughing worsened, and your eyes remained fixed on the screen. "Treech..." was all you could say. 

Treech sensed that you were watching him, but whether it was with shame or grief, he couldn't discern. What he was certain of was seeing the expression on your face—a face that conveyed concern and a desperate desire to help. He knew that if the poison were to affect him, you would swiftly send the medication. However, it didn't happen, and he realized it was too late. Lucy had managed to escape, unlike him, who became the prisoner of an inevitable and senseless death. As he noticed the cameras focused on him, he understood that by now, you would be looking at him. "Y/N..." he began to cough in the middle of his sentence, capturing the attention of everyone in the room, including your brother. "I loved you since we met. Please, once I am gone, I want you to know that I genuinely loved and will always love you." 

"No!!" Your voice wavered between tears, desperately trying to advocate for the medication option repeatedly. Cursing under your breath, you fought against Pliny Harrington, who did his best to restrain you. "Y/N..." he tried to console you, sensing the profound grief from everyone's tributes, including yours. What he failed to comprehend was the deep connection between you and Treech, destined to become the Capitol's favorite lovebirds. "It's too late..." His voice turned into a plea for you to stop. It was at that moment that your entire body went numb. In Pliny’s arms, you managed to sit down, and as Snow's victory loomed over you, you realized that your confidence was about to be completely overshadowed once again. You would become Snow's source of pride and victory.

A man you had once loved would forever reside in your heart. In the heart of District 7, you were revered for your role as a caretaker for both its female and male tribute. What you were not aware of was that, unlike Snow, you became the face of purity and trust—a bond between the District and the people of the Capitol. It was a paid respect for the Capitol's most famous lovebirds.

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[zer0pm]

Imagine Luis at a loss when you get back at him for every time he’s made you blush.

Response to @lilchickie’s genius request with a little twist :3 a flustered husband you shall have

He warns, “This might hurt a little.”

“Promises, promises.”

A deep chuckle followed by a comforting squeeze…

And he gently pushes in.

You wince upon the intrusion as the needle pierces your skin. Cool liquid pours into your veins, feeling like a breeze washing over you. Luis is mindful as he pulls the needle out and bandages your arm. Once he finishes, you give him a curt thanks and roll down your sleeve.

“Good news, that should prevent most plaga eggs from entering your system.” he explained clinically, throwing away the used items into an empty oil barrel nearby before returning his attention wholly to you. “The bad news, this is only a temporary solution and will do nothing against direct contact from stronger variants.”

“So basically, don’t start kissing any locals,” you remark in jest. “Got it.”

The man winks playfully, “Well- Unless it’s me, of course.”

You cheeks burn red. There he goes again.

The man is a serial flirt. You’ve known that since the moment you met him and he candidly asked you for a smoke. Confirmed when you said that you didn’t and he proceeded to ask for your number. You didn’t mind this, of course. Luis Serra was ruggedly handsome and possessed a witty charm that effortlessly drew you in like a magnet. However, as sexually charismatic as he made himself appear, Luis was above all a gentleman that never pushes the envelope in his advances. At worst, he leaves you a flustered mess with no say in the matter. As he’s currently doing now…

Taking your silence as a sign that he won over you yet again, Luis begins to back away from your seated form. He doesn’t go very far, however, as he’s stopped by deft fingers clutching at him by the zipper of his leather jacket. The Spaniard glances at you with mild curiosity.

No way you’re going to let him get away with it this time. You meet his questioning gaze, a coy grin tugged at the end of your lips.

“I might just take you up on that… Dr. Serra.”

His eyes widen at your words and the suggestive undertone within them, mouth hanging open but no words come out. You steal this opportunity to pull him closer to you and was met with no resistance. Bringing him into your space until he was caged between your legs, you use your other hand to toy with the lapel of his jacket. Again he says nothing, eyes following your hands intently.

“What’s the matter, Luis?” you drawl coquettishly. “Plaga got your tongue?”

Your question hardly brings him back to his senses, heart pumping and mind racing so heavily that all he managed was a simple-

“¿Qué?”

Got him.

“What was that?” you feign deafness. “You’re going to have to come closer. Can barely hear you.”

Your mischievous hand leaves the flap to slowly glide up his chest, deliberately feeling along the strong muscle hiding beneath the finely stitched patterns. You can practically feel the man purr under your touch and nearly laugh when he tried to disguise it by clearing his throat.

Eventually, your hand reaches his shoulder. A suggestive squeeze and Luis leans toward you like a moth to a flame. His hands rest on either side of you upon the flat surface of the crate, mindful not to touch you although you can tell he desperately wanted to. Grey eyes constantly switch between your eyes and lips, a palpable hunger in his gaze. He leans until his lips hover over yours, open and inviting but never catching. The heat of his body radiates warmth yet you can feel him shiver under your hands in anticipation.

“How’s, uh- this?” His words fumbled in a low whisper, voice dripping with want.

You hum, appearing to ponder deeply. “Not quite. A little closer.”

Your ears pick up the sound of his nails scratching against the wood as he balled his hands into fists. His chest heaves with a deep, shaky sigh. Luis complies with your command slowly until you can barely feel the softness of his mouth and the taste of his warm breath upon your tongue. His musky scent nearly makes you dizzy but you hold firm.

“There. That’s… better,” you say slowly, purposely drawing out your words so that your lips gently brushed his. His lust-driven mind turned to mush, Luis mindlessly mimics your mouth’s movement in a clumsy attempt to capture them. “Now what was it…you wanted…to say… Luis?”

At the sound and feel of his name, he muttered yours without thought under a desperate groan. The man was absolutely drunk off of you. And thirsty for more. You breathe in deeply, the sound from your mouth coming off like a wanting gasp and Luis tilts his head to align with your tempting lips. He moves to dive in and devour you-

Zzzp!

The sharp sound breaks the man from the spell and he pulls back to look down and see you’ve done up his jacket. The man catches your gaze once more and is met with a victorious glint in your eyes. Your bottom lip caught in between your teeth in restrained giddy humor. Luis blinks in realization that he has been had, ears and cheeks burning red. But his expression wasn’t that of anger nor embarrassment. If anything at all, he had a look of newfound respect. A tiny bit of disappointment. And desire burning still.

The dashing man attempts to save face with a short chuckle. “Good one.”

You faux innocence. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Cuidado, my friend.” The man growls, his tone thick with daring. “You’re playing a dangerous game.”

It was both a warning and an invitation all in one. And you were all for it- Eager to see how much and how long it would take for you both to drive each other insane. The idea pumped you with excitement, mind already coming up with new scenarios to play with him.

You push him back gently until you’re back on your feet, facing him head-on. Already were you missing his warmth, but the sly smile never leaves when you respond back. Another shrug, “Seems pretty tame to me.”

The confounded look on his handsome face was priceless. Without a second glance, you brush past him, making sure that your hand slithered along his body with promising intent until your reach no longer touched him. You barely hear Luis curse softly in his native tongue and can feel the heavy weight of his wanting eyes locked onto your retreating form.

Challenge accepted.

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[buglovingbagel]

hii im not sure if you accept imagine requests through the askbox, but can I get a Harvey with a (preset D) transmasc farmer, who's dyshoric?

My ask box is most DEFINITELY open! And omg, I love writing about transmasc farmer. Thank you for being my first ever request! :]]

Hope you don't mind if it's in third person, I can change to second in the future if people like it better but I find third much easier.

Can be read as platonic or romantic up until the end! If you'd rather platonic, ignore the last paragraph (nothing crazy, it just implies a relationship). <3 Harvey + transmasc farmer.

TW, maybe possible medical trauma?? And also a bit of self destructive behavior, mentions of past transphobia

Summers on the farm were always difficult. Adjusting to all the manual labor compared to an office job was already a huge struggle, but to do it all with the hot sun beating down on him was about a hundred times worse. For the two years the farmer has lived here, he simply wore a tank top and a baggy t-shirt instead of an actual binder, unable to handle the strain of the work, the heat, and the tight fabric around their chest.

This summer was different. No matter what the farmer did, without a binder, he felt like his chest was far too obvious in any of the clothes he had that were fit for this weather. He spent more time inside, alone, away from the people in town whether or not they were his friends. They had to make the most of the season, since it was the only time they could grow starfruit, and yet he found himself unable to get out of bed until ten some days, chest stiff and sore from the day before.

His eyes looked tired on his way to town, holding a basket of starfruit under each arm. He was carefully and slowly walking his way to Pierres, taking in the sights of the season along the way. It was less than a ten minute walk under usual conditions, but with his lower stamina, it took nearly fifteen minutes to reach Pierres door, walking in and thanking Yoba for the cold air that hits their skin.

Pierre immediately waved hello, enthusiastically greeting the farmer. "Y/N!" The mans overly friendly voice filled the air. "Nice to see you this morning. It's quite hot out," the farmer sighed before he even finished, "could I interest you in some sunscreen? On sale, just for you." The farmer knows well that he says that to everyone. This man would never stop selling out if his life depended on it. "Nice to see you too." He didn't bother to address the blatant advertisement, dropping both baskets onto the counter and taking as big of a breath as he could manage without the extra weight.

Pierre seemed surprised, both at what he was selling and the sheer amount being brought to his store. The man bartered with Y/N, eventually settling on a perfectly average price with the reasoning that Pierre would still need to be able to make a profit off of this. Pierre grinned, moving both baskets behind the counter and ringing up the gold he owed the farmer. As soon as the exchange was over, he was out the door, scowling a bit on accident from the familiar sharp pain that jolted through their ribs on the way out.

He hissed in pain outside the door, carefully starting to walk back home. Not even a few steps in, he felt the pain again, worse this time to the point of stopping him in his tracks. "Fuck." Resting would be the best option right now, but he really didn't know what he would say if anyone asked what was wrong.

They put their hand against the wall for support, focusing on the wood grain in order to distract from any pain. His nails caught on a piece of chipping paint, glancing over at the white walls of the clinic. Harveys clinic. Harvey. It felt incredibly obvious now that he thought about it, scolding himself in his head whilst walking through the door.

The clinic was empty, save for the sound of rustling papers from the back room. "Harvey?" He nearly winced at how winded he sounded, stepping further into the clinic. Harveys shoes clicked against the tile when he rushed out, blinking in surprise to see Y/N there. "Oh, good morning!" Harvey smiled reassuringly, now stood behind the counter. "It's good to see you." Harvey and the farmer hadn't seen each other in days, due to Harvey being at work and the farmer shutting in.

The air turned awkward fast when the farmer didn't respond to him, as if expecting Harvey to just know what's wrong. He seemed concerned now, leaning across the counter just slightly as if getting a better look. "Are you okay?" He nodded, walking up to the door. "I just need, like.." He rejected any sort of eye contact, a bit ashamed to be here in the first place. "I need rest."

Harvey nodded, not in the slightest convinced that the farmer was just tired. "Of course, let me just-" He walked through the door behind the counter once again and within seconds, the door in front of the farmer was open. Harvey led him down the hallway, offering support by linking arms with the farmer. Once they had reached the nearest bed, he helped the farmer sit down.

"Are you sure you're okay? You don't need some water or anything?" Harvey held a hand on the farmers should, reassuring for both of them. He nodded, still not looking Harvey directly in the eyes. He knew Harvey was only trying to help, do his job as both a doctor and a friend, but he still couldn't find it in himself to tell the truth. The idea that Harvey would do the same as doctors in ZuZu city, scold him and try to convince him not to wear a binder or present masculine at all, hung heavy in his mind despite knowing Harvey was a kind and accepting man.

Harvey did his best to keep his smile genuine, leaning in to hug the farmer. The farmer immediately melted into the affection, not having felt any sort of affection in multiple days.

Harvey scowled. You immediately recognized the trap as soon as Harveys fingers caught on the back of your binder through your shirt. It wasn't for affection; the doctor had guessed what was wrong and had to prove it before saying anything. Harvey sighed, placing one hand on the other mans lower back and the other up near his shoulder blades, not pulling away from the hug. "Y/N.." He sounded just slightly dissapointed, but mostly concerned. Immediately upon being found out, there was the familiar stinging of tears in his eyes. For some reason, he found it to be beyond embarrassing, even if Harvey already knew. "I'm sorry." He sounded resigned, still not hugging Harvey back and far more tense than before. "I know, there's no need to apologize." Harvey pulled off the farmer, smiling as reassuringly as he possibly could. "At least now I know."

Harvey moved over to a white, sterile dresser laying up against the wall, opening a single drawer. "You haven't done anything wrong, buddy, you just need to get better about your limits." He opened another drawer, humming when he found what he was looking for and removing a couple papers alongside a small bottle of over-the-counter painkillers. He walked back up to the farmer, putting the papers and medication next to him. "Could you please tell me how long you've had that on?"

The farmer hesitates, but Harvey is beyond patient. He understands this is probably uncomfortable. "About a day??" Harveys smile twitched downward just slightly. While the reaction was made out of sympathy, the farmer interpreted it as disgust. "Okay. You're probably experiencing some pain then, right?" You nodded even though the answer was extremely obvious. "The pain you're experiencing is most definitely from your ribs." Harvey cupped the farmers cheek. "That must be hard to deal with. Are you sure you're okay alone on the farm?" The kind gesture made the farmers eyes sting again, blinking away any possible tears. He was clearly vulnerable in this state. He didn't respond, not sure what to say, so Harvey filled the space. "I'll start coming by to check on you, if you'd like." The answer was far quicker that time, the farmer nodding in response. Usually, Harvey would ask someone close to Y/N to handle that task, but Harvey is aware he's the only one that knows the farmer is trans.

Harvey smiled in encouragement, motioning for the farmer to turn around. "Perfect. Just for now, we'll take this off and you can rest until you're ready to go home." Reluctantly, he agreed, turning around, face hot in embarrassment.

Thirty minutes later, the twos arms are interlocked once again, heading down the path back to the farmers house. Harvey didn't understand why the farmer insisted on wearing a binder; he looked just the same without it in his current outfit. But Harvey knew well he didn't need to fully understand to love and care for his friend. The entire time they spent removing his binder, Harvey assured him that he's just as much of a man without it and just as perfectly handsome as before. He simply needed to give the farmer the support and gentle correction he needs to be both happy and healthy, and then hopefully, the two could hang out more often.

The next thirty minutes spent in the farmers home was Harvey giving medical advice while making some tea for them both, upon the farmers request. With permission, of course, Harvey even felt along some of the farmers ribs to make sure everything seemed okay. Lastly, Harvey offered personal advice, gifting the farmer some insight on how he looked to everyone else; handsome.

Once the farmer agreed to stop wearing the binder just for this week and to come to Harvey about alternatives later, they went their seperate ways. The farmer ran their thumb along their mug half full of tea, comparing Harvey to their old doctors in his head. He was one of the kindest men the farmer had ever met. He was eternally grateful; and for the first time this season, he felt far more comfortable looking in the mirror after all of Harveys kind affirmations.

Harvey had made a point to visit every single day since then, offering his hand on the farm, offering a meal and drink, offering affection and the most kind words the farmer had ever heard.

On the last day of the summer, Harvey stayed the night with the farmer, helping him to sleep and then succumbing to sleep himself after the farmer had held onto his t-shirt and asked for him to stay.

And if the farmer purchased one of Pierres lovely bouquets the first morning of Fall, the man said nothing.

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[simons-temple-of-eros]

hey so i saw your requests were open and i thought i could maybe request something? could you maybe possibly do a sic fic with red guy where he takes care of the reader?

it’s okay if you don’t want to write it or you don’t have time but thank you regardless :)

have a good day/night!

( thanks for the request. you didn't specify if it should be platonic or romantic so i'll assume you wanted a romantic imagine. let me know if you wanted something more platonic and i can fix it, though! also this is my first time writing for red guy, so apologies if he's ooc. >_<)

Red Guy taking care of sick!Reader

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❥ Red Guy is the kind of person (puppet… thing) who's less emotive demeanor might lead some to thinking he's less caring.

❥ Well those people are wrong. He may not always be saying it out loud but Red Guy would always be showing how much he loves and cherishes you, often through actions rather than words.

❥ As soon as he hears you cough he'll be there checking your temperature with his hand.

❥ "You're burning up, ☐☐☐☐, we better get you to bed." He'll say.

❥ He'll also be happy to make you some soup to eat. And if you'll willing the two of you could watch the telly together.

❥ Overall he's the kind of boyfriend who, when needed, can be super gentle and tender to you. Not talking to loud if you have a headache and giving you plenty of cuddles as needed.

❥ And if you find yourself worried about whether or not he's bothered by taking care of you, he'll quickly squash down any of those thoughts.

❥ "Well, why wouldn't I take care of you. You're important to me." There's a hint of shyness as he admits this as he's not often one to put his feelings to others in words. Despite this there's not an ounce of uncertainty. You mean so much to him and if he needs to tell you that every day then he will.

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[forever-more-never-again]

Denial isn’t Just a River in Egypt (A Request)

HELLO! It has been a LONG TIME! But I am here with a request that has been siting in my to do box for a while now! Hope you still enjoy it! And now.... TO HIDE BACK IN MY CAVE! BYE! 

Word Count:1161

Warnings: None?

Pairings: Reader X Alice, Edward X Bella, Jacob X Rosalie

Masterlist

Requested: @rexburn12​ 

Request: Hi Rose Can I Have Oneshot Where Reader Is Jacob's Sibling I Guess Reader Talks Some Sense Into Jacob Telling Him To Let Bella Go, And Find Someone To Love Him For Him. Jacob Doesn't Want To Listen. Him And Reader Fight It Out Neither Of Them Winning But Jacob Cries And Reader Comforts Him. The Cullens Come Visit The Pack About Something Reader Imprints On Alice, And Jacob Imprints On Rosalie. Making The Pack Shocked.

“Jacob!” You ran out of the house screaming after the receding back of your brother as he shifted and ran into the woods until you couldn’t see him anymore.

Huffing an irritated breath, you stomped back inside the house where your father sat in his chair with a knowing look in his eyes. 

Passing by him, you went into your room and called up one of your best friends who knew the situation. “Hey Seth… yeah he’s out again.”

You paced to the window, looking out over the dreary forest that bordered your house on the outskirts of Forks.

“It’s been years Seth, I just hate seeing him hurt like this when we both know she will never love him like that. I just wish he realized that Denial isn’t just a river in Egypt, it’s blocking him from seeing clearly.”

Seth had become one of your closest friends after you had shifted. Before then, you had been afraid of nearly everyone because your brother had suddenly started to act differently and give cryptic warnings about the Cullen's who lived on the other side of town.

Then you shifted, found out about the pack and the vampires and suddenly you had this whole support system that you had never had before.

You and Seth were the closest in age, so you ended up bonding closer than with the others.

“I don’t care what he thinks. The Cullen's won’t do anything. And besides, pack law says we can’t interfere unless they drink human blood or turn someone.”

You sighed, “Yeah, okay. I’m going to go out and see if I can find him. Talk to you later.”

With a final sigh, you hunt up the phone, took another look out the window and then ran outside. 

Shifting was as always, a powerful, euphoric feeling and you couldn’t help but howl out in joy as you raced into the forest.

You heard Jacob’s presence in your mind and raced towards where you could was the outskirts of the Cullen’s property line.

‘[Y/n]? Go away!’ Jacob’s wolf voice was angry and when he saw you he growled, the brown fur of his hackles raising.

You growled back, ‘I’m not leaving until you see sense! This has gone on long enough Jacob! I’m your sibling, I care about you!’ Your wolf was slightly smaller than Jacob’s, but what you didn’t have in size, you made up for in stamina.

With a final warning growl, Jacob lunged at you in an effort to drive you away.

You met his lunge with your own and soon you both were grappling for dominance over the other. You snapped your powerful jaws, missing the nape of his neck by mere centimeters. 

Jacob Howled and Raised up on his hind legs, bringing them down on your head.

You rolled away and kept low, snapping jaws up to catch the bottom of his neck.

The sharp metallic tang of blood settled on your tongue and you fought the urge to clamp on tighter. 

A soft, light voice filtered through the haze of the fight, “See, they aren’t intruding on purpose.”

Your eyes flitted around until they landed on pale white skin.

Letting go of your brother to take in the other possible threat, you felt like all the air in your lungs left. You felt weightless, like your soul was no longer in your body.

Short, caramel brown hair, amber eyes sparkling light jewels, and a smile that held secrets that you wanted to know.

You knew intimately what this feeling was. You had just imprinted on this Vampire.

Shifting back, you managed to get a look at the others that had come with your mate.

Edward was standing protectively in front of Bella, the only human amongst the group. A wry grin on his face as he met your eyes for a second before reverting back to glare at Jacob. 

But your brother couldn’t care less about the glare from the vampire on him, you could see the haze over your brother’s eyes as he stared at the third member of the Cullen clan, a blonde bombshell who you knew was Rosalie. It seemed you wouldn't have to fight with your brother about Bella anymore as it seemed he had imprinted on this Cullen.

Dr. Cullen, the head of the family and the last person that was in the group of Vampires that had found you and your brother, stepped forward. “Alice said that there were Wolves on our property and we assumed that someone broke the treaty, but it seems we were mistaken. You must be [Y/n], Jacob’s sibling. Bella has told us a bit about you.”

You blushed as you looked from Dr. Cullen back to the fairy who you now identified as Alice.

Edward relaxed from his protective stance and when Bella placed a questioning hand on his arm, he raised a hand to gesture to you and your brother, “they have imprinted.”

Rosalie, who had been hanging back with her arms crossed, now stepped forward with a frown marring her face, “Imprinted on who? Carlisle is mated to Esme and I thought Alice and Jasper were together?”

Alice laughed and pranced forward to place a hand on your cheek as she spoke, her eyes never leaving yours. “Jasper and I had an understanding, but we weren’t mates. And,” Here she peeked a look at Rosalie and then over towards Jacob, Rosalie’s eyes widening as she realized, “Who else is the only unmated one here right now?”

Rosalie growled low in her throat, “Great, the mutt imprinted on me.”

Jacob growled right back, the haze finally clearing from his eyes, “You think I want this anymore than you do? It’s like my body is tethered to you know. Whether it’s a friend, a confidant or a lover, my fate is now entwined with yours.”

Rosalie appraised him, eyes roaming his body before she finally smirked and stepped forward to run her nails down his chest, “I guess it could be worse than having an attractive mutt as a mate.”

Jacob huffed a laugh and you broke, chuckling and leaning into Alice. 

This was not how you thought the day would end, but you were happy that Jacob would stop agonizing over his little crush now that he had found his fated match. 

You felt soft lips brush against your ear before a soft melodic voice spoke softly, “Come on, I want to get to the good part of my vision.”

Stepping back a bit to look into Alice’s eyes and you knew immediately what she was referring to, feeling your body heat up as you blushed heavily, peering over at the other Cullen’s, rolling your eyes at Edward’s knowing smirk.

With another light giggle, Alice pulled you away and you raced through the woods with someone you thought you would never find. A fated Mate, and a vampire at that. Seth would never believe it.

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[claymorexpunisher]

I wanted to know if you could write a Cody imagine, where the reader is part of the Bloodline and is known around to not be fucked with, due to her family and how powerful she is in the ring. When Cody starts to feud with Roman she’s tasked in throwing him off his game, and to be as distracting as she can from flirting and how she dresses and acts. Then one night they get a little drunk and end up having sex, and the guys find out but she sticks by Cody no matter what. Thank you lovely!! ❤️❤️

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THE ✨S C A N D A L!!! ✨

Thank you for requesting this. I’ll see what I can do, hon!! 👀 💙💙💙

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[dirtywresling102]

How To Request An Imagine!

When requesting an imagine please make sure you give the wrestler you want, a brief summary and if the reader is male or female!

Example: I would like to request a Jon Moxley x Male!Reader how they become friends to lovers and smut to end it. Thanks!

Now, the more descriptive it is, the more I will write.

Example: Can I request a Rhea Ripley x Female!Reader where Rhea takes the female!reader to the beach to celebrate their anniversary and some steamy smut/or fluff happens!

Not all imagines have to be smut! They can be fluff and angst as well!

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[satansdic]

Eddie x Reader | Stranger Things

Warnings { drug use

"Thanks." I smile at the guy watching over the register before heading back outside to my car. As I head back with my bag filled with candy I see Dustin's excited face in the passenger seat. I get in and close the door behind me,"Here you go, and happy birthday." I give him a forced smile that turned genuine as I hand him the bag to which he sequels. I raise my eyebrows and start chucking in shock at the noise he just made. "Thank you y/n! I can't wait to rub this in Lucas' face." He flashes his smile before digging into the bag and handing me a candy bar, "Here you go, since you bought all this it would be rude of me not to share." I take the candy giving him a 'Thank you' before starting the car and driving to the roller rink.

It had been a good 30 minutes into skating with everyone when I decided I needed to steal some candy from Dustin's bag. It was the perfect time since he was busy laughing at Lucas trying to skate. I take some gummy worms from the bag after sitting on top of the table. "Can I steal some?" I hear suddenly from behind me. I turn around on the table and look down a bit at the voice. "Eddie..? When did you get there?' I genuinely ask cause my guy wasn't there before. He chuckles, "Sorry I didn't mean to startle you." I hand him the bag of gummy worms and he sticks his hand in. "It's all good just make some noise next time. You aren't skating?" I ask noticing he's not wearing skates. He shakes his head, "I don't do skating I'm just here for Dustin." I swing my legs to the edge on the table so they dangle. I observe his jacket and shirt as I rip half the gummy worm in between my teeth. "Nice W.A.S.P pin.." I gesture my head to his pin on his jacket. "Oh thanks..What's your favorite song..?" He asks leaning in a bit almost as if he's trying to catch me slipping. "Sex drive." I replied, "Why? You testing me?" I scoff with a dry chuckle as he leans back a bit with a grin. "Possibly, sorry it's just some people say they're into the band when they only know one song." He says a bit defensive but I can tell he's not actually offended. Why is this guy so cute? "God you're one of those people..? Just so you know I'm not lying..I can list you off all their albums.." I start listing them but he stops me only two albums in. "Nope I believe you." He didn't wanna sit through me doing that which made me smirk slightly. We sat there for a bit in a comfortable silence as the heads of gummy worms were being torn off.

"For some reason I don't believe you.."I chuckled handing Eddie the joint we were smoking behind the skate building. "I'm being serious.."he says with a sly grin which makes me laugh. "Okay so say Robert Trujillo did let you play his guitar how did they not just call security on you? You did sneak backstage." I question still intrigued by his story while he takes a couple of hits off the joint. "I was just too cool to be kicked out." He replies with a shrug. I didn't believe the guy but I couldn't decide if I wanted to let him have his moment or not.

I didn't.

"Or did you beg them not to kick you out?" After I asked that he puts his hand to his mouth and hesitates to defend himself but he doesn't. "Were you there?" He asks in a bit of shock and we both burst out laughing. "Sorry sorry.."I say throughout my chuckles. Eddie passes the joint as we come down from our laughter. "It's fine...but I promise the rest of it is true. I did play his guitar after begging to stay." He reassures me and I finish the joint. "Have you heard they're new album? Master of Puppets?" He curiously asked. "Mm..." I blow the last hit out into the air. "No actually, I want to but I just haven't gotten around to it." I said before he gets excited and crosses his arms over his chest with half a smile. "You should give it a listen soon cause it's so good..." he starts to go on about his love for the album but the whole time I couldn't get my mind off of how cute he was. I didn't know if he felt more comfortable around me because we just smoked but he just seems a bit more happy and open even though we just met. I loved it. "What?" He questions breaking me out of my thoughts. "Huh? Oh..." I didn't notice my stupid smile on my face as he was talking. Maybe I was the one who was too high. "Sorry..It's just you're cute when you get excited." I slightly slap my hand over my mouth out shock that just slipped out. "Okay wow.." I giggled with a light blush. I put my hands on my cheeks and he raises his eyebrows but soon grins to himself. The grin. "I mean I know I'm cute but thank you for reminding me." He says confidently making me playfully roll my eyes and he continues after a moment, "I'm glad you said that because I was going to ask you if you wanted to possibly go out sometime..? Maybe go for dinner then afterwards go somewhere to listen to the new album?" He asked sounding a bit unsure due to being nervous. Wait. I couldn't believe that this guy was really asking me out. He had the looks, music taste and personality. I'm dreaming bitch. "Y-Yeah..that actually sounds really nice." I answered with a hint of excitement. "Eddie..!" We both snap our heads to the side of the building where Dustin is standing. "We are eating cake..! Finish up the flirting and come sing happy birthday to me..!" He shouts not even wasting his time walking over to us. I pierce my lips together before smiling at Eddie which he returns. "We should.." I start and gesture to where Dustin was just standing. "Yeah...also I'm excited for our date. Tomorrow? I will pick you up at 7?" He asked and I nod with a goofy smile still feeling like I'm dreaming. We make our way inside chatting about our favorite music now. I'm so happy.

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[sethsclearwater]

requests are open!

send in some twilight wolfpack imagine and blurb requests!!

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[zer0pm]

Imagine Luis working another late night in the lab. Missing him dearly, you decide to surprise him.

Shout out to @fortune-fool02 for not only the idea but being an inspiration to the Luis Serra/RE fandom~

“Lo siento, mi amor. I won’t be able to join you tonight for dinner… again.”

A knowing frown forms on your face. It was a good thing that Luis couldn’t see you over the phone, it wouldn’t do to make him feel even more guilty than he already does with just your expression. All the more reason for you to pick up the pace in your stride.

“Saddler’s really making you work, huh?” you tried to alleviate the evident guilt in his voice by subtly reminding him why his work is so important.

Luis takes the bait with a tired sigh, “Any weaknesses I can uncover studying these… parasites- is another step towards a cure.”

You pointedly add, “And that cure can save a lot of lives.”

He pauses, considering his next words carefully. “¿Estás enfadada conmigo?” he gently asks.

A small chuckle bubbles softly inside you at how innocent and wary he sounded, like a child ready with an apology if he were to be duly scolded.

As reassuring as you can muster, you answer, “No, babe. I’m not mad. What you’re doing- it’s very important.”

“You’re very important, my love.” he stresses, “More important to me than anything in the world.” The way he says things like this without a single stutter always makes your heart quicken.

The two of you have had this discussion many times. Since his recruitment, Luis has been buried in work researching the plaga that has been infecting the locals. He wanted to do some real good with his knowledge and skills, starting with the people from the village where he was born and raised. It was worse off than either of you could have imagined and Luis spent most of his nights lately in the lab.

He would call you every time to keep you posted of his progress, ask how your day went, and engage in small chatter- always including with him telling you how much he loves you and that he can’t wait to see your face. Then he would report after that he will be home much later than he planned. You wouldn’t see him again until the next morning when you are awake and wrapped snug in his arms.

Luis is always sound asleep by the time and even though he looked peaceful, you’ve seen by the heavy bags under his closed eyes how truly drained he’s been. It is those times that you’d wish that you could stay in bed and simply be with him, be there for him when he rises from his much deserved slumber. However, you have your own job to do and regretfully have to separate from him. Before you leave, you always leave him some breakfast for him to heat up, stuff to make his morning/afternoon coffee, and small sticky notes around the home for him to read once he’s up and about and has to return to the lab. The notes would say stuff like you’re proud of him, he’s going to have a great day, how effortlessly handsome he is, or inspirational quotes from Don Quixote (those are his favorite).

The small gestures and the chats over the phone help the days go by, and awhile you two care for one another deeply, these things can only go so far. You long to have proper quality time with Luis, you long to actually feel his arms the moment he wraps them around you and pulls you tight against him, you long to hear and feel the warmth of his teasing jokes and affectionate praises upon the shell of your ear instead of over the static of a phone. You long to kiss him, to be engulfed by his passion reserved only for you.

“I miss you.” you admit without thinking, it was only the most natural thing to say.

You hear him sigh heavily on the other line. At first, you were worried that you may have dampened his spirits, but the way his breath sounded, he seemed relieved.

“And I you, corazon.” Luis reciprocates, you can imagine his soft smile in his words. “I promise- when I see you, I will make it up to you.”

Looking up to see where you are now, a smile of your own turns up your cheeks in bated excitement. “I’ll hold you to that, handsome. See you soon.”

“Ciao, baby.” You hear him send a kiss followed by an affirmative blip.

After tucking your cell away, you walk down the long hall until you’re in front of a set of double doors. Left completely ajar. You peek inside, medical equipment and specimens filled the tables and shelves, computers beeped away processing code you couldn’t make heads or tails of. All very important and sensitive stuff you’re certain, but what you were really looking for was hunched over a microscope.

Luis tied hair back in a messy bun. You made a mental note to ask him to wear it like that more often as you approached. The man seemed unaware of his surroundings as he didn’t hear you approach him from behind and nearly jumped out of his seat when your arms snaked around his front.

“Surprise!”

At the sound of your voice, Luis relaxed for only a split second before realization hit him and he spins out of his chair to behold you in amazement.

He beams with a wide smile, “¡Mi corazon! What are you doing here?”

You roll your eyes before returning his grin, “Isn’t it obvious? I came to see y-”

You’re cut off by his lips pressing against yours and the pit in your heart was set alight. The feel of his tongue dipping to seek yours made you weak in the knees and you instinctively sling your arms around his neck, releasing his hair from the elastic band to allow your fingers to run through them. It felt amazing to touch him again, to be close to him and want nothing more but to be closer. The familiar warmth in his kiss swells inside in wonderful, passionate flutters. Like everything he’s felt for you these past lonely nights but could not express from a distance finally poured over into this fervent promise of affection.

It was only when you two needed air did you finally pull away, but you didn’t go far, Luis kept you close in his arms. “Did I come at a bad time?” you asked, there was a bit of coyness, but genuinely you wanted to be sure you were not impeding on his time. You just wanted to see him, even if it was for a little bit.

The Spaniard shakes his head. “Nada. Not at all. I was just thinking that I needed a break. And an opportunity presented themselves to me in the best possible way.” His hands roam along the small of your back before squeezing your hips affectionately. A small, pleased sigh escapes you and Luis merely smiles at your responses, his grey eyes appraising you with deep adoration.

He leans over to whisper low into your ear, “Te extrañé tanto.”

Taking his cheek into your head, you meet his gaze, “I’ve missed you too.” It was your turn to lean now as you began peppering his strong, stubbled jaw with nips and kisses, you can feel the hum of a groan catch in his throat when your lips tease a particularly sensitive pulse. It took everything in you to pull away from him and his embrace and you swear you can almost hear him moan softly in protest of losing your warmth.

You stare at him with a sly smile, “Didn’t you say that you’d make it up to me the next time you see me?”

Luis lifts his brow in amusement before sharing in your playful banter with a grin of his own. “Of course, how could I ever forget such a thing?” He steps away from you, pulling a set of keys from his white lab coat as he moves towards the double doors. “Just give me a moment to lock up the lab.”

You cross your arms, anticipation scratching inside like a match ready to light. “Thought you’re still working.”

“Mi amor,” a lopsided grin appears on his lips as he spoke, making eye contact with you as he closes the steel doors. “I didn’t say that we were leaving.”

The doors lock with a definitive click, giving the both of you the privacy for Luis to indulge in his much needed breaktime to the absolute fullest.

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[thatsalrightprettymama]

Imagine a surprise proposal from Elvis

A/N: This is for the lovely @jolovesfandoms! Thank you so much for your request! I hope you like it!

Fluff, Angst.

Rating: PG-13 for language, there's cussing.

You and Elvis has been dating for almost two years. You two met one night when you snuck out to watch one of the all night gospel concerts. While you weren't religious thumpers like your parents, you did appreciate and enjoy the talented singing and music that happened at these concerts.

That night Elvis ended up standing next to you, and you two talked. Finding out you also went to Humes Highschool too, he asked you if you wanted to hang out with him after school the following Monday.

You agreed and from that point on your life changed. You fell in love with the sweet talented boy. Elvis felt the same though. He couldn't believe that a beautiful, sweet, and amazing gal like you was his girl.

It was a few weeks of spending time together that you meet each other's parents. Despite your nerves, meeting Elvis's parents went good. Shockingly his Mama liked you, you were actually a girl good enough for her boubie.

Now your parents were a different story. They both judged Elvis on his clothes and what the press printed about him. While they didn't approve, they didn't make too many comments about the relationship thinking you were just going through a phase.

Well fast forward to a year and half later, and you and Elvis were still going strong. It seemed you fell more in love with him each day.

Well one day Elvis picks you up for a date. He had just returned from the small tour with the Colonel, and told you he wanted to take you out for a surprise.

Excited you get kiss him and get into his truck. You hang on every word as you two talk on the drive, missed hearing his deep voice.

Confusing you he pulls up to a church that usually hosts the gospel concerts of Beale St. "I've been thinking about when I first met ya little mama, and I remember seeing you absorbed into the music like I was. I knew then I had to go up and talk to you." He begins to explain seeing your confused face. He then tells you he has a surprise for you on the roof.

Still confused, but curious you follow him into the church and up to the roof. There you're surprised with a small table set up with a small dinner. "I know it's not much, but I wanted to do something special for my best girl " Elvis says nervously, before you interrupt him with a kiss telling him it's perfect.

The dinner is amazing, and despite the slightly odd place, the view is amazing. You two can practically see all of Memphis from up there, or at least that's how it felt. As dinner started to come to an end you watch Elvis get up from his chair.

Your nerves and mind instantly go off into a storm inside you as you watch him get down on one knee, and reach into his pocket. Gasping you watch him pull out a small black velvet box to reveal a simple yet beautiful diamond ring.

"Now I didn't ask your Daddy, like I should've, but I knew he wouldn't have gave me his blessing anyways." Elvis nervously starts before going into his small speech. "Though to I don't care if he approves or not, cause all I care about it you. I love you Y/N. Meeting you down there that summer night changed my life forever. I can't picture going through life without you by my side darlin'. I want to give you the moon and the stars. Will you marry me?"

Unable to help yourself you tear up during his speech before excitedly exclaiming "Yes!" As you jump to wrap your arms around him. Kissing him he's all smiles as you break apart.

Slipping the ring on your finger, he kisses you before spinning you around. Chuckling as he stops spinning and kisses you again. You two celebrate a bit longer before leaving the roof.

As you walk back to his truck, he can't help but look at you with love as you insist that he take you by his first to show his Mama. "She's already seen it doll, who do you think helped me pick it out?" He teases as he starts the truck. Only for you to tell him "She hasn't seen it on my finger yet."

When you get to Elvis's apartment, and tell his parents they're happy for you two. You show Gladys the ring and tell her about the proposal. Sadly though it gets close to your curfew and Elvis has to take you back to your parents.

Pulling up to your house Elvis brings up telling your parents. Telling you he'd like to be there, not only cause he should but also cause you shouldn't face their reactions alone knowing how they could get. You agree, but tell him their reaction doesn't matter. That you're gonna marry him anyway. You both agree that tomorrow you'll make a dinner and tell them.

You kiss Elvis one last time for the night before getting out of the truck. Before you open the door you fiddle with your ring before slipping it off and hiding it in your pocket for your parents not to see. Going inside your house you briefly talk to your parents before going up to your room.

The next day you tell your parents that you're having Elvis over for dinner. They start to fuss and tell you no, before you can get them to begrudgingly agree.

Later that evening Elvis shows up dressed up to the nines. Answering the door you smile and kiss him telling him how handsome he looks. You two have a small moment before nervously going into the dinning room for dinner.

The dinner is awkward, your parents either giving back handed compliments, or making blunt comments before you grab Elvis's hand and give him a look. Seeing his nod you speak up. "Mama, Daddy, Elvis have something to tell you....we're getting married."

That's when the real storm starts, your Mom gasps as your Dad yells "Absolutely not! You're not going to waste your life on a greasy Rock 'N' Roller.". You start going back and forth with your Dad till he explodes. The whole time your getting more upset, tear building up till they finally start to fall. Slamming his fists on the table he exclaims, "You won't marry him and become some rocker's whore under my roof."

That was the breaking point for Elvis and quickly stands up. "No one, not even you, gets to say those things to her or call her a whore! It won't be under your roof sir! She's coming with me!" He booms a girly at you dad while he grabs your hand and drags you out of the house.

Once in the truck you try to apologize when he tells you there's nothing to be sorry for. He starts the truck and starts driving to his apartment. Holding your hand with one hand, and steering with the other he tries to calm you down on the way.

Once at his apartment he takes you in, seeing your upset face his mom asks what happened. After explaining she comforts you and tells you that you have them.

Of course you're a bit upset the first few days from the argument, but Elvis's love and care, and his warm family, help you deal with it.

Though in the end you're happy. You're engaged to the man you love, who's chasing his dream, and have a warm and accepting future in-laws.

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[brilily17]

Hey y'all! I'm opening request back up. I've been through my inbox and most of my stuff is corrupted, it says the don't exist anymore so I'm gonna start from what I have. If yours wasn't done plz request again! They'll be posted to @aesthetic-multifandom-ships !! The new page for my stuff!

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[kaicubus]

hi! if you don't take requests you can totally ignore this, but i saw your hcs for dating Andre from victorious and i absolutely loved your writing. also Andre was WAY underrated, he was so funny and nice and he was so pretty like,, DAMN that boy was definetely my gay awakening when i was a kid lmaoo

it's about Andre dating someone (gn reader if possible?) who also goes to HA, and they work as a stunt double for movies and tv shows and stuff. could be general hcs about what he would be like with them, their training, their different stunts, them just doing crazy shit in public for funsies etc.

ive had this idea kind of bouncing around in my head for a while, so if you're interested you can give it a go!

A more specific scenario if it gives you any inspiration is them inviting Andre to the set of a movie or whatever to watch one of their shoots. they have to do a stunt but something goes wrong, maybe a mat was in the wrong place or the timing was off and they end up breaking a leg or something ('break a leg', lol) and how he'd react. maybe then comforting them as they're restless since they have to step away from their work for a while.

anyway, feel free to ignore this if you don't take requests or if you're just not feeling it. hope you're having a great day and thank you! <3

AGREED.

Andre is SO underrated but he's literally my favorite. Bro is PRETTY. Thank you for requesting!! It actually means so much to me when you guys do, and yes my recs are always open so never hesitate to slip a suggestion in my inbox!! I'm replying to this because I don't really like how Tumblr does the whole responding to questions thing with my posts,, so expect a post for this specifically soon!!

This will probs be in my preferences style because I feel like it'd be fun to explore all areas with it, but I want to write victorious fics in general too soooooo idk theehe

<3 - kaicubus!!!

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[fandom-imagination-ss]

Imagine Request

Author note: hey!

So I'm so sorry this is so late, I wrote it and put it in my drafts to fix up later and I completely forgot about it lol

I only ever seen a few episodes of I zombie so I hope this is alright

@rachelcarroll1819

When you first met Julien you were at a Farmer's market, he was at the Honey stand looking thur the variety of Honey. you arrived a few minutes later with a notebook full of questions to the Bee Farmer. where were the bees located, Which sort of flowers did they populate, How Was he Sure that his Bee's populated those flowers, his method of getting the honey out. Small details about the project method. The bee farmer at first humored your questions and was glad to see another Bee Autherioust  Until your questions lead to them being incredibly Annoyed that you questioned every single detail.  Even Julien who was a stranger was getting incredibly annoyed at your endless questions.

it got to the point he suggested you Shut up. You looked at Julien and the words came out of Stupidity... you looked at the Large attractive Man. Holding two tiny jars shaped like a bear and One that had the writing "Honey" but looked like Winnie the Pooh Honey Jar. you couldn't help but utter the words "make me."  you weren't the sort to Get into any trouble. you don just randomly pick fights with guys twice your size. but you were Annoyed the morning. you were fighting with your brother who decided to drop you like a rock. you have been trying to get in touch with him for days. and he wasn't picking up. Wrong time. Wrong place. Julien instead of being the massive Dick picking on a lady in the middle of a farmers market stepped closer as he spoke deciding to take the Sleazy Rout vs anger. to Make you Runoff and leave Him to choose the Right Honey to buy. "I'll Rather have your mouth do something else than blab."

In Any other circumstance that Line would have Caused you to Pouch him square in the face. but you were still in trouble for the bar fight you caused last month you just finished your required hours of charity work. that your brother kindly got the Judge to give you vs time / Paying a Massive Fine. Between Stress from Work, your family, and your best friend Deciding to Marry your former boyfriend out of NOWHERE.. you had three options 1) walk away calling him an A-hole for talking to a lady like that 2) pouch the Lites out of the pretty boy 3) Have Your Way with the Idiot. a bit of shame of a one-night stand would probably lead you to be less stressed. he smirks realizing his words were enough to shut you up. he turned around as you spoke, "I'll rather have your mouth do something useful."

the "relationship" didn't start up for months. you would casually see each other whenever life got Stressed and you needed a breather.  "Fuck Buddies" sometimes,  More than friends. Less than lovers. but whenever you were with Julien you were his Everything and he was yours.  It was perfect till you were kidnapped by a man Named "Blain" and you discovered that zombies were Real, that your brother was a Zombie and your Lover. was also one.

Even those Julien didn't unchain you and sweep you away from danger too scared about his boss finding out. he gave you snacks, Bathroom breaks, and Even snuck into your apartment to get your medicine. and made you as comfortable as possible. you spat venom at him e

time he tried to be kind. you were furious with him, with the idea of Zombies. that after once Liv and your brother saved you. you pouched Julien before you walked off.

for two solid weeks, you were able to involve Julien until he showed up one night at your door. you were walking in with your friend Derek. he was half passed out as Julien leaned against the wall. A Normal Guy would be awkward and feel slightly embarrassed to Catch his former Lover. half-carrying another man into her apartment but Not Julien he stayed still arms crossed as you asked what he was doing as he spoke, 'I missed you."

you walked passed him opening your door and basically tossed your pal to the Sofa and turned around closing the door with you out in the hall facing your former lover. Julien scared you going to his knees as you gasped as he pulled you into a hug as he held you around your waist as he spoke, "I love you.. and I don't want to be just a Fling.'

"your working for the enemy."

"So are you.'

you went quiet as he dig his head at your stomach as you were so off guard but touched his head. you hated to admit it but you missed him.

"We won't involve them.. it is just how it use to be. you and Me. together. we don't bring work-life into our lives."

you agreed. and for months you were able to keep it quiet.

that is until this morning when you walked into the morgue that you knew your brother, Liv, and Ravi was going to be. you brought Donuts as you walked in seeing a Deadman on the table. that wasn't uncommon. it was a Mourge it was Full of dead bodies but that body that Man you recognized.   SHIT! you said out loud as Everyone turned to you as you spoke, "Sorry- Ugh. was-" you paused trying to think of something to say but you just questioned who the dead guy was.

"Alger Port.- he was found at the docks. Beheaded.."

"what!" you walked overseeing he's head was defiantly off his body.. you saw some messed up things at the morgue.  Gunshots, body harm ect, but a decapitated head. was a first. "Damn... Has Liv- ugh. .ate the brain yet?"

"Not yet."Liv said as rubbed your neck, 'Ugh.. before you do.. can we talk? in private?"

"what for?" Major asked. you turned to your older brother when you moved to Seattle you were conceived you and him were going to be closer. you weren't Close Siblings. he was always Putting his Career first and you were the screwup. the hotheaded. troublemaking Sibling. Well in his eyes you were. troublemaker. In reality, you were pretty quiet, Timid then you met Julien and you realized you were a bad Bitch. you were bold, Brave, and happy. Major loved you. but he always questions your every motive.. you were the youngest in the family and he always saw you as a kid. most days you don't mind. you're used to him being Overprotective.

"lady problems.."

you said trying to End the conversation but Major. if it was Liv Or Payton saying "Lady Problems" he would of Let it go and apologize and be a gentleman about it. Major? especially Now that he was a Zombie Everything freaked him out when it came to you. didn't

"what's wrong? 'period dirahra? Cramps?'

the room got quiet hearing your brother say "period Diraha'' you however stood there as you spoke, 'I didn't think you would want to hear about my Sex life. but if you wish. we can talk about it here."

Shut your brother up. Liv stepped up saying of course as you both walked to Ravi's office.

the boys started going to Work, Major Left, and Ravi started examing the body again as Liv asked what was wrong. "

"Ravi.. mentioned once you- you ugh. once watched the Dead women. Memories.. and he was in them and he was having sex with her.."

"oh god, you know the witness?"

"Sort of."

"Damn Girl." Liv gasped out. you were close to Liv she was a great friend. Often telling her she's far too good for her brother. you shook your head reaching over and grabbing her arm softly, "Oh God No! No I don't know him- well I mean. I-" you stopped you wished you didn't have to tell her. But you figured Giving Liv a heads up would beter than Surprising her when she sees a vision of you and Julien .. in the back alley.. going at it like Rabbits.

you rubbing your arms tightly. This was uncomfortable- you aren't the sort of people who had sex in random places. or the sort to keep a relationship hidden from people you care about especially for more than a year. you were the lovesick sort. who fell Headfirst so fast and who had rose color glasses on throughout life. So tell your friend, your Brothers. complicated Girlfriend. this.. was Awkward.

"what is it? did he hurt you?"

you shook your head, "No- I- if you didn't get visions. I wouldn't bother mentioning it. but I thought you deserved to be.. alerted by the chance you see. Me.."

"Now you're freaking me out.' she said stunned as you walked over to the brown leather sofa sitting down. Liv and Major both were hoping you would fall for Ravi. which you could have easily fallen for him the tall British Doctor. but Julien he made your knees weak. A feeling you were convinced Ravi could Never make you have. "Sit down.."

you asked as Liv sat beside you. you rubbed your face breathing in, 'I- I've been seeing someone and they found this Movie theatre in the factories near the docks., the roof is semi-open and they painted Glow in the dark Star collections and they have several Vintage old vehicles inside with the roofs other chopped off or intact and it's a drive-in sort of movie theatre- well anyways. I was there... with my Date. they Play Vintage movies. Last night it was Vincent Price the bat."

you were rumbling but you were Horrified to tell this to Liv.

"Okay? So what happened?"

"We didn't have a closed Car.. it was a convertible. and we- it got Spicy and we ended up after the movie. Going around to the side of the building.. the Alleyway.. and had Sex..."

her mouth fell to the floor she wasn't expecting that.  liv spoke, "Oh whoa.. okay.. ugh.. and it wasn't the victim?"

"No- ugh. No.. he caught us in the act. and Julien- he told him to piss off as he shielded my body so the creep couldn't see me."

"Julien.?" her face scrunched up trying to remember where she knew that name then it hit her. "Julien Depuort?! you had a date with HIM!"

she got up to her feet as she spoke, "are you- why the Hell would you- you let him touch you!"

you closed your mouth as you spoke, "well- I let him do More than- we been seeing each other for over a year."

For a second you wondered if Zombies could Faint. LIv was speechless her skin looked more pail as she turned looking away from you. catching Ravi looking into the room as she turned to you. "are you out of your Damn Mind! he kidnapped you!"

"technology that wasn't him. and he was kind- we started before that. when I first moved to the city I met him at a farmer's market-and at first it was just you know. am Fling.. but then it grew.. and well. it's complicated I know but-"

"he works for a mad man!"

"Yes! And I work with a zombie who takes our client's brains. to munch on."

"that is not the same thing!"

"I know! But. Liv. I love him.. and I'm sorry if it's weird. but I thought you deserved a heads up.. unless you See it. But plus side it's not going to be as bad as when you saw Ravi having sex."

"I think I'm going to be sick.. i- you need to leave."  

you didn't expect the reaction to be that bad, it only got worst when your brother was involved and you were giving a lecture about All the bad decisions you have made. you ended up sneaking off after a few hours to go see Julien who sneaked off from his work too meet you at your Spot in the park. he was there holding a Single sunflower as he handed it to you as he kissed you softly.

"hey babe."

"hey- were in trouble "

'what's wrong?"

"my brother. learned about us."

he sighed heavily, you explained about the dead guy and about last night as he chuckled, ' I woudl of loved too see your brothers face for that!"

"JULIEN!"

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[itspufflehuff]

Hey everyone!

Soooo I took a long break from writing but I want to start getting back into it so if anyone wants to send me a request please do so! My inbox is open to all!

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