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scionshtola · 2 months

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sweet distraction

summary: On Friday night, Y’shtola found herself alone at the only bar in town. Corisande saves her from ending the night early. pairing: Corisande Ymir/Y'shtola Rhul word count: 2.4k | rated: G | read on ao3 notes: a modern day AU of sorts, where Y'shtola is a geologist new to town and Cori is a ranch hand who shows her around. there's a little bit of Hilda/Joye in here because I could not resist [divider credit]

On Friday night, Y’shtola found herself alone at the only bar in town.

“Leave your books and your research in your motel room for one night,” Hilda had said outside Y’shtola’s room only an hour ago, the same thing she’d said to Y’shtola every weekend since Y’shtola had arrived in town a few weeks ago. Y’shtola had shocked them both by agreeing, and then Hilda had shocked her by abandoning her for a pretty young woman, blonde hair divided into two braids over her shoulders, the moment their drinks had arrived. She’d given Y’shtola a shrug and a wave as she followed behind Joye, carrying both their drinks.

She could have left then, could have gone back to her room where her books and her research still waited for her. But something had held her back, something that had her keeping a vaguely interested eye on the crowd as she pushed her straw around her drink.

Part of her—a small part—had hoped Corisande would be here tonight. Not that Y’shtola thought about them often, but they’d spent the greater part of the last few weeks together, with Corisande escorting Y’shtola around the Haillenarte ranch as she ran her tests on the land. It was only natural that her thoughts might stray now and again toward the ranch hand who had practically become her coworker. It was hardly her fault that ranch hand was six feet tall, with bright green eyes and the most sincere smile Y’shtola had ever seen. That was barely an observation worth noting—a simple declaration of fact.

She pushed thoughts of Corisande from her mind with a sip of a drink. She couldn’t deny there was some kind of connection between them, friendship and understanding forming between them from their very first meeting, when Corisande had shown both interest in and knowledge of Y’shtola’s work as a geologist. But Y’shtola was here for work, and she was not here for long—there was hardly even time for friendship.

Anything else would only be a distraction.

“Mind if I join you, miss?” a soft voice said, pitched just loud enough to hear over the music. Y’shtola looked up and found herself staring directly into those bright green eyes, that sincere smile directed her way.

“Oh,” Y’shtola said, unable to keep the note of relief out of her voice. “You’re here.”

Corisande tilted her head. Her long hair, free of its usual braid, fell in burgundy waves over their shoulder, soft pink highlights catching the warm light. “Were you waiting for me?”

Y’shtola shrugged, and tried to recover. “I figured you would show up sooner or later. Everyone else in town seems to be here.”

“There’s not much else to do on a Friday night around here,” Corisande said, with a knowing quirk to their smile that tugged at something in her, though she could not quite decipher what.

That did not bear thinking about. She tore her gaze from their mouth, letting it fall over them on its way back to her drink. Their usual plaid top had been left unbuttoned, the tails tied together in a knot on one side, revealing a low cut black tank top beneath.

Y’shtola took another sip of her drink, mouth suddenly dry.

“I didn’t expect to see you here, though.” Corisande set her drink on the table, a swirling sunset-colored concoction in a tall glass, and draped her jacket over the back of a chair before sliding into it. “Especially not sitting alone.”

“I was talked into taking a break,” Y’shtola said, tilting her chin to where Hilda sat with Joye, their heads bent close together. “And promptly discarded at the door for another woman.”

Corisande glanced over their shoulder, and a smile played on their lips when they turned back.

“So you had no choice but to sulk at a table alone all night instead of, I don’t know, dancing,” they teased, gesturing toward the crowd on the dance floor that Y’shtola had kept an eye on all night—just for something to do, certainly not on the lookout for any pink tipped ears standing above the crowd.

“I’m not sulking. I stayed to finish my drink,” Y’shtola said, swirling her glass in their direction. “Besides, I’m not much of a dancer.”

Corisande rested her chin in the palm of one hand as she sipped her drink, looking at Y’shtola with a glint in her eye that concerned her. There was an embarrassing swoop in Y’shtola’s stomach when Corisande smiled. She ignored it.

“Dance with me,” they said, tilting their head again so that Y’shtola had no choice but to follow the fall of their hair.

It took her a moment to realize what they’d said. She gave a short, incredulous laugh in response. Hadn’t she just said she was not much of a dancer? She opened her mouth to protest, but a voice boomed from the stage before she could speak.

“Alright folks, you know what time it is! Who’s ready for some good old-fashioned line-dancing?”

Corisande’s lips parted, her eyes growing wide in excitement. She reached across the table and grabbed Y’shtola’s hand, pulling her to her feet and halfway to the dance floor before Y’shtola came to her senses with a shake of her head.

“No, no, I don’t think that’s a good idea,” she said, though she could not quite get herself to pull her hand from Corisande’s, their callused fingers warm against hers.

“As your appointed guide, I can’t in good conscience let you skip out on a line dance,” Corisande answered, reaching to take Y’shtola’s other hand as well.

“You’re only my guide at the ranch,” Y’shtola said, still not stepping back.

“Consider this an anthropological extension of your research, then,” Corisande said, squeezing her hands. “You’ll have fun, I promise. We can stand at the back, and if you get lost you can just watch me.”

Their lips curled into a sly grin then. “You look like a quick study.”

Y’shtola did not like the way her heart skipped a beat at their words. Music started up again on stage, and Y’shtola’s protests died in her throat when Corisande moved their hips in time with it. They tugged on her hands with each slow swivel, and Y’shtola could not stop her gaze from following the long line of their legs, from where their dark jeans tucked into their tall brown boots to where they clung tightly to the curve of their ass.

“Please?” Corisande asked. “Just one song.”

“One song,” Y’shtola relented. Corisande beamed down at her, and Y’shtola could not help but smile back.

She let herself be pulled into line at the back of the crowd. The dance had already begun, and Corisande fell easily into the steps beside her, while Y’shtola watched the woman leading and did her best to follow the callouts.

After a moment, Corisande caught her eye, her lips already quirked into the teasing grin Y’shtola was quickly becoming familiar with. “Good, but I know you can give it more than that,” she teased.

Y’shtola kept her eyes carefully away from where Corisande’s fingers framed her silver belt buckle, her hips swaying. Instead she followed the next step, sliding to the left and punctuating it with a quick shuffle and spin, finding her rhythm easily as she picked up the steps. When she met their eyes again, their grin had grown wider.

“As you said,” Y’shtola said, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips. “I’m a quick study.”

Corisande’s head tipped back with her laughter, a sweet sound that warmed Y’shtola more than any drink this place could serve.

When the lines turned and Y’shtola found herself behind Corisande, it was difficult not to watch her. She leaned into each movement, her long wine-colored hair swaying, a carefree ease and rhythm to each step that somehow made Y’shtola more comfortable in her own movements.

They turned again, facing the front of the bar, and together they clapped and stomped and stepped in place with the others. Y’shtola’s skirt swung and swirled about her knees as she kicked and glided. She slid to the right, just a bit too far, and Corisande caught her with one arm around her shoulders and spun them both around. They leaned in and, just loud enough for her to hear them over the music, said, “I knew you weren’t one to do things halfway.”

Now it was Y’shtola’s turn to laugh, bubbling breathlessly out of her as they released her. The lines turned, and she felt their eyes on her from behind. She cast a glance over her shoulder, and they met her gaze with a warm smile, one that felt inexplicably secret and knowing between them despite the crowd around them.

They caught each other’s gaze more often than not for the rest of the dance, smiling and laughing as they stepped and clapped. Each glance set off a spark in Y’shtola’s chest, leaving her warm from more than just exertion.

Corisande’s dark blue pickup rolled to a stop outside of the motel. They’d passed the short drive in a companionable kind of quiet, Corisande with one hand on the wheel and Y’shtola watching the night pass by outside the window, settled in the jacket they had slung over her shoulders. Every so often their gazes met across the cab for a moment, until Corisande’s kind smile made Y’shtola’s cheeks heat and she had to turn away.

Now that they’d arrived outside Y’shtola’s room, she found herself reluctant to end the night so soon. But she supposed there was no use in staving off the inevitable.

“Thank you for the ride,” she said, forcing herself to unlock the door and reach for the handle, though she did not open it just yet. “And for the dance. I had far more fun than I expected tonight.”

She could just make out Corisande’s gentle smile in the dark. They leaned back and stretched their arm across the back of the seat. “Better than a night spent with your data?”

“Yes,” Y’shtola admitted with a small laugh, and their smile grew. “I think I needed the break—I’ve been so caught up in my work I’ve hardly let myself have one since I got here. It’s good to be reminded every once in a while.”

“Happy to help,” Corisande said, the sincerity of their tone causing an embarrassing flutter in Y’shtola’s chest. Before she could get out of the truck to avoid any further flustering sentiment, Corisande’s eyes darted to the radio, which had been playing at a gentle hum in the background since they’d left the bar. “In fact…”

They shifted toward Y’shtola. She froze, her breath caught in her chest as they leaned in, until they bypassed her in favor of the window crank. Y’shtola watched them roll down her window, and then hop out of the truck and come around to the passenger side. They opened her door and helped her out of the truck with one hand, before ducking back into the truck, leaning across the seat.

“What are you doing?” Y’shtola asked, watching them. The volume on the radio climbed and a soft, slow song emanated from the truck’s speakers, a woman’s gentle twang carrying toward her. Corisande straightened and faced her, shutting the door behind them, but it wasn’t until Corisande held their hand out, palm up, that she understood what they intended.

“You haven’t had enough dancing?” she teased, but she took their hand. She hesitated a moment, and then rested her other hand on their waist.

They moved closer without pause, putting their arm around her shoulders. “One more dance, before you get back to work.”

“I wasn’t planning on doing any work tonight.”

“Sure you weren’t,” Corisande said, beginning to turn them in small, slow circles.

“Well,” Y’shtola said, a bit sheepishly. She looked up at Corisande, who smiled teasingly down at her. “I may have wanted to go over one set of results—but only one.”

“Of course, only one,” they agreed, in a tone that indicated they definitely did not believe her. “And then another, and another, until it’s four in the morning and you’ve scattered papers all over your room.”

They lifted their arm, leading her into a twirl as she laughed before pulling her back in, somehow closer than before.

“You may have a point,” Y’shtola said, surprisingly pleased at the way they seemed to know her so well already. Corisande only hummed, and they fell back into the same comfortable silence they’d had in the truck. Y’shtola found herself leaning in, her head resting on their chest as they turned. She tried to remember the last time she’d felt this relaxed, but nothing came to mind. And yet it hardly seemed strange at all that she should find some kind of peace in their arms, a sweet distraction from her duties here, though she had only known them a few weeks.

When the song ended, Corisande stopped turning them. They held Y’shtola for a moment longer, and then released her, stepping back. The cold night air rushed into the space between them, making her shiver.

“I suppose I will see you Monday,” Y’shtola said. It suddenly seemed an eternity between now and then, though in reality it was only a few days.

“I suppose so,” Corisande said, her smile small but warm. She squeezed Y’shtola’s hand before letting go. “If you need a break before then, you know where to find me.”

“The ranch? Or line-dancing at the bar?” Y’shtola teased, pleased when she was rewarded with Corisande’s laugh as they turned away, heading for the other side of the truck.

“Definitely line-dancing,” they called as they climbed into the truck, reaching over to turn down the volume on the radio.

Y’shtola got the feeling that Corisande would not drive away until she was inside her room, so she bid them goodnight and went inside. It wasn’t until their headlights had completely disappeared that she realized she was still wearing their jacket. She slipped her arms into the sleeves and pulled it close for a moment, letting the peppery scent that lingered on it take her back to the moment Corisande had held her close, her head against their chest as they spun.

She shook her head clear of the memory, slipping the jacket off and hanging it over the back of a chair. Though she had planned to do some work, it seemed it would be a largely useless endeavor with the way her thoughts kept drifting toward Corisande.

Instead she readied herself for bed, and fell asleep to thoughts of Corisande’s hand in hers, and the sweet sound of their laugh.

#kels writes #corishtola #oc: corisande ymir #i find tumblr's post editor so hostile...aldksfjsdla #anyway. i listened to texas hold 'em five thousand times and lost my mind and now here we are. pls listen to slow burn by kacey musgraves #for the second half of the fic. thank you.#im actually kind of nervous about this bc i feel like it's not how i normally write lol. but it was fun.#also this is technically in my brain a yellowstone au so uh imagine after they left the bar #hilda's gang let a bull inside and closed the doors.

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nomadstucky · 2 years

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Desperate

Title: Desperate Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader Summary: Steve tries to convince the team he isn’t in love with you. But he can only do so much. Warnings; mentions of wounds, fluff, I think that’s it, please let me know if I missed anything!! Word Count: 995

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The first incident happened at one of Tony’s parties.

Tony had made it quite clear that your attendance wasn’t optional. Tony always packed these parties and he expected each and every Avenger to make an appearance. It was ‘good publicity’ as he would constantly tell everyone. Everyone knew this was just a way for Tony to show off. You had chosen a royal purple satin dress with an A-line skirt. There was a thigh-high slit in the skirt, along the left side. Natasha had styled your hair into an updo and Wanda had worked her magic, but not literally, turning your face into a work of art.

You weren’t much for fancy parties, fancy dresses, or fancy anything. You wanted to be seen by Tony, fulfill your obligations, and head back to your room. Little did you know, Steve had his eyes on you. His eyes truly could not leave your frame as you walked around the expansive ballroom.

It irritated Steve to an unreasonable extent to see people flirt with you. On the same side of the coin, he felt his chest bloom when he realized you were turning them down.

Sam approached him. “Why don’t you go talk to her?”

Steve jumped, nearly dropping the glass in his hand.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Steve said, trying desperately to hide the tint to his cheeks at being caught. Sam clapped his hand on Steve’s shoulder. Steve took a long, slow sip of the alcohol in his glass to avoid talking.

“She’s into you too you know.” Sam smirked, watching the way Steve’s eyes widened. It was hard at this point to deny the obvious. Steve coughed, and tried not to choke on the drink.

“Again, I have no clue what you’re talking about. I’m not ‘into’ anyone. Now, if you’ll excuse me…” Steve sat his glass down and walked off. Sam just smirked watching as his friend escaped to the elevator, but not before looking at you one final time. Sam knew it was only a matter of time.

The second incident happened almost two weeks after the first one. Steve was quietly eating at the breakfast bar, watching Natasha cook.You walked in, hair still damp from the shower, and smiled at Natasha.

“Just a coffee please” You said, taking the seat beside Steve.

Natasha smiled, poured the coffee and sat it down in front of you. You hadn’t noticed Steve tense up at first, not until after Bucky questioned him.

“You alright pal?” Bucky spoke in a hushed tone, as to only draw Steve’s attention.

Steve nodded back in response, not trusting his voice.

You leaned into Steve’s space, noting the clench of his jaw at your sudden proximity.

“Are you sure you’re alright?”

Steve gave a reassuring smile and nodded. You leaned back and turn to speak with Natasha, still tracking the soldier from the corner of your eye.

The third incident, he couldn’t deny it anymore. No one could. You had been hurt. You had a broken wrist, and were shot in the shoulder, and thigh.

It wasn’t looking good for you. When you landed, medics wheeled you down to the trauma bay.

Steve sat in the main waiting area, wringing his hands waiting for news.

It came a few hours later. They were able to stabilize you. The doctor stepped out into the main waiting area, ready to deliver the good news that you were doing well, and awake.

"Fantastic," Tony said, heaving a sigh.

"Is she awake?" Natasha asked.

"Was there any damage to her rotator cuff?" Bruce said.

Steve spoke over the others, interrupting the influx of questions. "Can I see her?"

The doctor nodded, “Of course. There’s only one person allowed in the room at a time.. Safety reasons.” He explained. He paused and scanned the others' faces for any objections. When no one did, he led Steve to your room.

Steve only smiled after he opened the door. Your gaze snapped up to him, smiling as he whispered, “Hey there.”

Steve stepped in and shut the door behind him. You croaked out a small “hi.” He walked over to your bed, noticing all the machinery.

Carefully, he sat in the chair beside your bed. “How’re you feeling?” Steve asked, as he kept his voice low.

“It felt like I got hit with a baseball bat.. Then the pain set in.” You giggled, and looked up at him. “How are you feeling?” You questioned.

Steve knew he looked worse than he felt, but all he could think about was you. He couldn’t get the image of you, battered and bloodied, out of his head. “You scared me.” He whispered.

You felt a pang of guilt strike you.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

You reached down slightly, to the cord attached to the bed. There was a little gray button labeled ‘up’ written on it and you pressed it, lifting the backrest to an upright position. Steve’s eyes widened and his gaze fluttered towards the nursing station. “I’m fine - really. There were hostages. I couldn’t just…”

Steve shook his head, “No no don’t.. It’s alright. Just rest now okay?” He said. You smiled. “You know, even hooked up to the machines, you’re still gorgeous..” He said and blushed. You giggled.

“Thank you.” You said. You looked down at your hands in your lap. Your hands seemed to be preoccupied picking at nails, as the air became heavy.

Steve was determined to push through. “I-I was kinda hoping that maybe after.. If there’s an option.. Maybe when you’re able to be on your feet… only if you wanted to of course.. Uhm.. maybe we could..” He rambled - you knew where he was going. He looked so cute with his cheeks tinted pink, twisting his fingers.

You put him out of his misery, “I would love to.”

Steve let out a breath, “great!”

Now you had even more reason to want to heal sooner.

#Hurt/Comfort #Steve Rogers #Steve Rogers x Female Reader #Steve Rogers x Reader #Reader Insert #Kels Writes #Steve Rogers x you

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nomadbabes · 2 years

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Hi loves!!!

I have decided to re-do my tag list/request forms!!

Tag list is here! Request Form is here!

Please know if you already submitted something for either forms, you will have to re-submit it!

I will get around to things as much as I am able!! I will have some more availability coming up which will allow me to write more so I am quite excited!!

#kels rambles #kels writes #andy barber #andy barber x reader #ari levinson #ari levinson x reader #Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes x reader #Steve Rogers #steve rogers x reader

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zipsunz · 10 months

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good morning kelsey nation ⛹️‍♂️🏳️‍🌈

#omori #omori sunny #omori kel #omori travis #omori chance #ocs #omori dog pack #omori sunkel #sunkel #my art #i've been writing sunkel kisses on twt every day for pride month so i decided to end it w a bang #(drawing a whole bunch of new situations)

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motelofmermaids · 4 months

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i just know that finnick is sometimes too in love with you. you could be yelling at him for doing something stupid in the arena that could have killed you both and the only thing he could think about doing is kissing you.

you are so right, anon! ♥︎

katniss and johanna wheezed, coughing up any water that they might have inhaled. peeta and beetee lay on the beach, chests heaving as the harsh sun beamed down on the group. you were sat on your knees, wiping blood off your forehead that had trickled down from your scalp. it was overwhelming to process what had led to this point. you knew it, but the adrenaline crash following the monkey mutt attack prevented coherent thought. “are you okay?” johanna kneeled down beside you, moving some of your stray hairs away from the clotting blood. “uh,” you look at her, almost dazed, “um, yeah… yeah.”

“where’s finnick?” peeta suddenly erupted, immediately storming off toward the tree lines. “peeta! peeta, stop!” katniss chased after him. despite peeta’s rage, no one dared to cross the line between the beach and jungle. “he fucked with us! i know you know that what he did was on purpose!” you could tell peeta placed partial blame on you. you weren’t aware that finnick was going to use the mutts to his advantage; you had no knowledge of his plan to kill two birds with one stone.

finnick odair was a smart man. he understood the risks associated with his plan, yet he did it anyway—without informing anyone, including you. when the mutts attacked, you and the others held on fairly well, managing to kill more despite being significantly outnumbered. what failed you and the rest of the group was when finnick spotted the careers and started guiding them closer while directing the mutts.

from there, blood adorned the brutal scene. finnick had been separated from the group, and you screamed for him. turning to run after him, johanna had a hand tightly cupped at the back of your neck, forcing you to the beach with the rest of the group. stray mutts diverted from the careers and finnick, quickly following suit. the rest became a hazy afterthought. you heard two cannons boom, followed with rustling behind the trees. you immediately stood up, peeta and katniss backing away from where they were originally situated.

out of breath and holding onto his bloody arm, finnick emerged onto the beach, desperately seeking you out. despite your obvious relief, instead of hugging him, you were pushing him away instead. brows furrowed in frustration, you yell, “are you fucking kidding?” johanna raised her hands and stepped away, giving finnick a small smirk. “finnick! were you trying to get us killed? what the hell is wrong with you?”

finnick couldn’t help the smile that adorned on his face. you were alive and healthy, that’s all that mattered. you were all that mattered. in those moments when you yelled at him, shoved him, and started tearing up, an overwhelming desire to kiss away your frustration and pain consumed him. “i love you,” in spite of the cheeky grin that has been on his face since finding you, he winced a little from the split in his lip.

you stood there dumbly, looking over to katniss as if she would ever have the answer to finnick’s unabashed endearment. his baffling, unexpected sentiment as you were screaming at him. “be serious, finnick.” he reached for your chin, his thumb gently swiping away some sand. “i’m sorry, honey. i know what i did was... really reckless,” he lowered his voice, only for you to hear, “but right now i really want to kiss you.”

#kel’s anon show 📺#finnick odair #finnick odair x reader #finnick odair x you #finnick being lovesick #this was so silly to write #me when i need to include the golden alliance because i love them so dearly #johanna my love 🤭

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raiiny-bay · 1 month

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the kids released a new album

#ts4 #simblr #ts4 edit #ts4 render #sims 4 #myedits #AUverse #dhestyn #kelly #ok i actually have things to say about this #FIRST OF ALL this is not what i intended to make when i sat down & started working on the bandAU #i had this big elaborate thing planned & then i realized... i didn't wanna do it. at least. not right now lol #idk why i think everything i make needs to be so elaborate & involved bc it doesn't?? like where did i get that idea from?#i can just make something small & silly sometimes yk #n e way. this is like. one of the kids' albums i guess? my thought is that dhes wrote it/was in charge of it #that's why he's on the cover.#kel writes most of their albums (w help from the others ofc) but dhes really wanted to try writing one & this is what came of it #most of the titles don't actually mean anything. they're just like. random words i thought dhes would use lol #but the first 3 are references to the canonverse #also i originally wanted to have dhes shirtless bc 1. symbolism of like vulnerability?#but also 2. i thought the lighting would look pretty against his skin #BUT he has a death note tattoo right there between his shoulder blades & i just.......... could not take him seriously like that so #he had to keep his clothes on

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hoodie-buck · 5 months

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—second secret fic is here! this one is for my dearest spotty 🥰 @spotsandsocks happiest of birthday’s! here’s a small gift for you beloved 🫶🏼 special shout-out to the anon who sent in this ask! your idea sparked much joy ✨

rated: t | words: 6.1k | read on ao3

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“Oh, you have to meet my wedding planner!"

Adriana rushed over to meet the guy, all but dragging him over to where he was stood, Eddie suddenly face to face with the bluest eyes he’d ever seen, a pink splotchy birthmark above the mans left eye. A shy smile splayed across the guy’s face, Eddie watching as he ducked his head down.

“Eddie, I want you to meet the most amazing man in my life…well a part from my fiancé.”

The man next to her blushed, ducking his head away once more. “Buck, this is my brother, Eddie.”

Adriana all but nodded at Eddie, and this Buck guy, ushering them to shake hands and greet properly. He wasn’t sure which one of them stuck their hand out first, only that when they connected, they just fit.

—or—

Buck is Eddie's sisters wedding planner. Too bad all his plans involve Eddie

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tags: @loserdiaz @redlightsandicedtea @loveyourownsmiilee @monsterrae1 @buddierights @swiftiebuckleyhan @honestlydarkprincess @barbiediaz @spotsandsocks @justsmilestuffhappens @cowboydiazes @djdangerlove @eddiebabygirldiaz @elvensorceress @jacksadventuresinwriting @stanningsky @wh0re-behavi0r @ronordmann @spaceprincessem @arthursdent @disasterbuckdiaz @giddyupbuck @wildlife4life @betty-boom @hippolotamus @thewolvesof1998 @watchyourbuck @underwater-ninja-13 @pirrusstuff @nmcggg @theotherbuckley @louis-tenn @the-gayest-wug @buckley-diaz-rules @muppetbuddie

#buddie #buddie fic #eddie diaz #evan 'buck' buckley #christopher diaz #buckley diaz family #911 #different first meeting #wedding planner #clipboard!buck #idiots in love #fluff #light angst #kel(s) writing

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crystalflygeo · 1 year

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That's one way to alleviate cramps ft. dragon!Zhongli + fem!reader

cw/tags: Period sex. That's... that's it, pls do not perceive me. Zhongli is a tiny dragon on this one. Chonkli. And he has a long dragon tongue bc of course. Oral sex (reader receiving) Blood I guess it's a given??? An attempt at fluff/cuteness and humor was made.

notes: @moraxsthrone Kel I want everyone to know this is 300% YOUR FAULT (this is a link ehe). Imma just post this before I think twice and then go hit my pillow I'm hungry and TIRED and delirious. Obviously.

“Hng- f-fuck… Zhongliiiii” You groan, squirming on the sheets.

You curl into a tight ball and your arms snake around your midsection, biting your lip hard as another wave of pain washes over your body. It’s sharp, muscles spasming, it leaves you sweaty and tense and whining.

“Archons why…” You mumble, letting out a rather strained sigh.

Your body relaxes a little, melting on the bed once the cramps are over, but your body still feels sore, and it’s hot, too hot, even when you’re down to your undergarments.

A very small and rather adorable dragon shifts frantically all around you, looking very much like a distressed puppy wanting to help but not knowing very well how to.

He noses at your cheek, scales cool against the heated skin, and then laps there trying to comfort you. “I apologize for not being able to help more, dearest.” The deep voice practically echoes in your head, reassuring, and definitely not matching his current cutesy appearance.

You smile softly and run your hand along his back, the scales shivering at your touch. “I-It’s okay Li… comes and goes…”

You’ve rarely ever seen Zhongli in this form, maybe two or three times actually. A miniature and… ‘chonky’… version of his regal Exuvia, with blunt horns and claws, and the size of your torso. He almost looks like a plushie, albeit a scaled one.

He’d said it was for your comfort, and honestly, you really enjoyed cuddling him on this form, playing with his tail fluff or let him ‘make biscuits’ over your skin.

And speaking of…

Once he sees you rolled over your back again, the overgrown lizard makes his way to your belly and starts pressing his small paws over your tummy, massaging. You can’t help the laugh that bubbles from your throat as it tickles a little.

“That’s better. I much prefer hearing your laugh, baobei.”

“Y-yeah… thank you Li.”

It goes on for a few minutes, the cramps seemingly dissipated for now as he purrs content and your body relaxes at his ministrations. It’s soothing.

But now another problem presents itself…

You groan again and slightly grimace. Your body is all sensitive, hot and sore, and he keeps insistently pressing and kneading at your pelvis, skirting the edge of your panties and so close… so close…

Archons how can you be thinking on that now? You were in pain merely moments ago! And now’s not the time to…

“Darling?” You see the small dragon sniff at the air. “Are you… aroused?”

Oh, damn his freaky dragon senses.

He has no right to sound that amused when he looks so cute either!

“N-No?! I’m- How could I-” You sputter.

His hearty chuckle invades your mind. “No need to be embarrassed, my dear. It’s quite understandable.” The dragon coos and nuzzles at your lower belly making you shiver. “In this stage of your cycle, you’re quite vulnerable and your hormones-”

“Stop. Stop talking biology to me I don’t- I don’t want to hear it!” You exclaim, face flushing. And yet you feel yourself getting needier.

And you know he knows.

“Very well.” His little paws and snout skim at your thighs and you feel the mattress shift as he settles between your legs curling there as if it was the most normal course of action. “Then, will you allow me to tend to you?” His head rests over your inner tight, staring up at you with bright rounded golden eyes.

“Li. I’m bleeding. It’s disgusting…” You mumble deadpanning.

The dragon only blinks at you “Oh, I assure you it’s not. It doesn’t bother me. And even so, beneath metallic smell of blood the scent of your arousal is rather tantalizing…”

Celestia’s sake.

You cover your face with your hands. “You perverted old lizard…f-fine…”

He only chuckles again and next thing you know you let out a shameful squeak as you feel the small dragon press his nose against your clothed core, hot and dampness mixing up together and causing funny feelings to swirl inside you.

Even in this form, Zhongli is nothing but thorough and attentive with his love as he nips and licks at your skin in smooth and carefully considered paths for a moment before starting to pull off your underwear on blunt teeth and clumsy paws.

Still a bit mortified but much hornier than you’d care to admit, you help out on the task, taking out the last piece of clothing you had on and laying back down fully naked. Well. Good thing the mattress was already protected in your paranoia to avoid stains…

The slow thoughtful drag of that thick dragon tongue over your folds has you immediately keening. You cover your face still embarrassed as he laps up the residual taste of blood and shed lining, dutifully cleaning you up.

The tang of copper and iron on his tongue makes him a bit feral and he enthusiastically dives deeper, rewarded with your moans that only spur him on. His little dragon snout rubbing against your clit as the long serpentine tongue enters you. Not as thick as usual but certainly just as skilled.

“Hah… T-That feels so good…”

“I’m glad.” The dragon hums proudly. “Pleasure and orgasms are certainly good ways to mitigate pain and allow the body to unwind.”

“A-Ah! Y-You can certainly… hng… multitask, hm? Lord of Geo?”

You feel that sinful tongue slide out of you wetly, and then lick insistently at the little bundle of nerves, pulling a high-pitched mewl out of you.

“I’d say, the fact that you’re still able to talk means I’m not doing my job properly. Allow me, dearest.”

Pleasure builds steadily as Zhongli’s forked tongue works inside you, massaging and trusting in all the right spots, as outside, carefully blunted fangs toy with your sensitive swollen clit. He drags your climax out of you languidly and reverent and you come with a broken cry, dissolving into soft whimpers as your pussy gushes weakly. A heady mix of your juices and blood which the dragon happily cleans up with more swipes of that little tongue.

Once the job is done, the little dragon sighs and climbs up to nuzzle his head against your heaving chest and you drowsily start petting along the serpentine body, his tail curling around you, either possessive, protective or simply loving and you kiss at his snout. You stay like that for a while, both soaking up the other's presence in the sweet afterglow. Until Zhongli’s soft rumble appears back in your head.

“Not so bad after all, I take it?”

“Mm… I suppose not.” You reply, groggy and already half asleep. “Wouldn’t be opposed to… do that again…” You yawn.

“Of course, darling. Glad to help in any way I can.”

#zhongli smut #zhongli x reader #zhongli x you #genshin imagines #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #genshin impact imagines #genshin x reader #genshin x you #crys writes #fem reader #in which kel and I continuously influence each other and toss around crazy ideas #oh god bye I have no words I'm leaving b y e #I'm on my period and it HURTS OK I want comfort //cries

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kaleidoscopexsighs · 5 months

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filthy friday

dear @strezzlecki tagged me to share a bit of smut (kicked off by @hihimissamericanbi) so i'm bringing back this future (fairly mild) bit of this is my body bc i missed them:

Just then they’re kissing, Remus’s fingers tangled in her hair as soft lips and insistent tongues meet. They’ve done this enough to have cracked the code of the other’s gasps and moans, so fluent in their mutual desire that when Sirius’s belly aches with want Remus is already there, warm and pressing their bodies back into the earth. Sirius slips her palms under the back of Remus’s shirt and lets her head fall back as Remus nips down her long, pale neck. Even in darkness Sirius can see Mary looming overhead, marble eyes eternally placid despite her exposed, skewered heart.

Remus is everywhere, deftly undoing the buttons on her dress and kissing a line down the center of her chest. She hums against her sternum and the force of Sirius’s want is so overwhelming that she would gladly see her own heart sliced to ribbons, exsanguinated and sacrificed and sown into the earth if it were all done by Remus’ hand.

tagging: anyone feeling saucy 😎

#fic: this is my body #lesbian wolfstar #kels writes

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scionshtola · 17 days

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from the kiss prompts :> 9. to shut them up 💗

ty azia!! this was a lot of fun to write 😌

kiss prompt 9. to shut them up || Corisande x Y'shtola || 794 words || divider credit

Y’shtola’s childhood bedroom had changed little since she last called Matoya’s cave home. The same books lined the shelves, the same quilt spread across the bed, the same quill and ink sat on the desk. Though the room had obviously been kept free of dust by Matoya’s enchanted brooms, they had seemingly left everything else untouched since her last visit. The only additions were done so by herself: new books stacked in front of the old ones, her notes scattered haphazardly across the desk, and Corisande standing in front of the bookshelves, studying the spines.

They pulled a book from the shelf, idly flipping through its pages before setting it back in its place and pulling another. After a few more books, their soft hum of amusement made Y’shtola’s ears perk in their direction.

“Is there something amiss?” she asked archly, glancing at them from where she was perched at the end of the bed.

“All of your childhood books are quite…academic.” They turned a few more pages in the book they were holding, and Y’shtola could hear the grin in their voice when they added, “‘Tis exactly as I expected.”

She pursed her lips, feigning indignation as they sat cross-legged on the rug, the book held open in their lap. “You were a scholar of the arcane arts in your childhood, were you not? Was your own library not similarly curated?”

“I was hardly so difficult to please as you,” Corisande teased. “My library was not a curated collection so much as a hoard of every book I could get my hands on. At least, as many as we had room for.”

Corisande tilted her head back, looking up at the shelves that stretched high along the wall. “Though I would have loved to have a collection such as this—mayhap with a few adventurer novels thrown in the mix.”

A soft ache thrummed quietly in Y’shtola’s chest for that younger Corisande. She remembered the way Corisande had devoured each book she’d recommended to them from the library at the Waking Sands. After so many years spent teaching themself all they could about arcanum, they had been so eager to discuss their readings with Y’shtola and Urianger, both of whom happily obliged.

Y’shtola may not have had peers her own age, but she had always had Matoya to learn from. She always had the cave to which she could return.

She rose from the bed and knelt next to Corisande, her shoulder brushing theirs. “Had we known each other then, I would have been only too pleased to share my library with you.”

Corisande turned her head in Y’shtola’s direction, a soft smile gracing her lips. She started to lean in, her fingers twining with Y’shtola’s, but at the last moment she veered sharply to the right. Y’shtola pulled back, watching as she stretched across the floor and reached her hand under the bed.

Y’shtola’s stomach dropped—how could she have forgotten? But it was too late to stop Corisande now.

“What is this we have here?” Corisande said, rising back into a sitting position. She held aloft a plush creature, exhumed from its tomb beneath Y’shtola’s bed. “Evidence that a child once resided in this room after all?”

“‘Tis only a plush paissa,” Y’shtola muttered. She could not make out the features well, but she recognized the malleable roundness between Corisande’s hands. “A poro roggo brought him to the cave for me when I was young.”

“Does he have a name?” Corisande asked, a gentle fondness in her tone that softened the teasing.

“No,” Y’shtola said pointedly, ignoring the growing warmth in her cheeks. “He does not.”

Corisande’s smile only grew wider. “Shall I guess then? Given your history of creative spellwriting, I imagine ‘tis something special. Let’s see…mayhap—”

Before Corisande could finish her sentence, Y’shtola leaned down and pressed a kiss to her lips. Corisande leaned closer, her smile giving way to parted lips for a brief moment before she pulled back, evidently undeterred.

“No guessing then. Mayhap the poro roggo will tell me.” She fell silent as Y’shtola kissed her again, but pulled back to add, in a tone far too delighted for Y’shtola’s liking, “Or mayhap I ought to ask Master Matoya herself.”

“I assure you Matoya is not inclined to such conversations.” Y’shtola slipped her fingers into Corisande’s hair, tilting their head back as she leaned over them. She kissed them again, deeper this time, until she felt one of their hands find purchase on her waist. “Nor would she be so kind as I in her discouragement of the subject.”

Corisande laughed against her lips, and settled her other hand on Y'shtola's waist as well. Y’shtola, pleased by the acquiescence, set about ensuring the subject would not rise again.

#kels writes #i only read this through once but i think its fun. feel like the end got to be a bit much but alkdfjsad #there's a bit in the middle i could have expanded on but instead i made cori change course but i hope it doesnt feel too forced???#they will talk about it later. i promise.#have you seen the art piece on tumblr called i want you to quiet down.#just kidding. maybe. just kidding.#alsdkfsd #xiv fic #corishtola fic #oc: corisande ymir #corishtola

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Her Savior Pairing: Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader Rating: Angsty/Fluffy

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Ari feels his entire being tense up once he catches a sweet, almost floral scent he’s never smelt before. The scent was positively intoxicating. Sitting at the bar in The Lazy Jewel, he tries his hardest to ignore it. “You’re in my spot.” He heard before setting his half drank whiskey down, and turns to the sound of the voice. Standing slightly off to the side of the bar, was a man. A scrawny one at that, he looks like he’s trying to intimidate, but he looks like a little kid. Beside him, was you. Ari finally understands where the sweet scent came from. You don’t look like you belong in a place like this. Too pure, too innocent, Ari decides. Far too innocent to be surrounded by hardened criminals, and people that could easily break your pretty little neck.

“And you are?” Ari drawls, standing to his full height, standing directly in front of the stool. The unknown man spits out an ‘Elijah’.

Elijah starts sizing Ari up. Ari stifles a laugh as his eyes flit from Elijah to you, then back to Elijah.

“Funny, I’ve never seen you around here.” Ari cocks his head to the side, daring Elijah to do something.

“You must not be that great at paying attention then.” Elijah crosses his arms across his chest. “Are you gonna move out of my way? Or are you going to continue to be a pain in my ass?” He taunted.

Ari smirked, “I must not be. My apologies.” Ari sat back down on the stool. If this was a cartoon, you would’ve sworn steam would’ve come from Elijah’s ears.

“Babe, maybe we could just sit somewhere else.” You suggested.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?!” Elijah screamed, drawing even more attention, as he turned on you, hand raised. You gasped, and turned your head, screwing your eyes shut, waiting for the feel of his hand on your cheek.

When you didn’t feel it, you slowly opened your eyes and glanced back at Elijah. Ari was up, out of his seat, his hand held Elijah’s forearm effectively stopping his hit. Your eyes welled up with tears. With everything that you and Elijah had been through, he had never once hit you, didn’t ever come close to it. Ari glanced at you, feeling the anger rise. If it was one thing he hated, it was scumbags who beat women.

“I suggest you take yourself and walk out of this bar. While you still have the chance.” Ari growled, leaning closer to Elijah.

“Baby.. Babe, c’mon. You know I didn’t mean it. Princess, please.” Elijah called to you, his other hand reaching for you. You flinched back, away from him, pressing your body closer to the bar.

Ari grabbed Elijah’s face, forcing the man to look at him. “I believe I told you to leave.”

“Fuck you. You’ll have to force me away from her.” Elijah spoke, but his voice came out muffled.

Ari chuckled darkly. “Works for me.” He let go of Elijah’s face and arm.

“Finally.” Elijah spat out, and took a step towards you.

Ari smirked, and grabbed the back of Elijah’s neck, and forced his head down, before dragging him out.

You could feel eyes on you. You always hated the feeling. A young woman, maybe in her late 20s early 30s came up to you.

“Hey there, sweetie,” She spoke as if afraid she’d scare you even more, “My name’s Alisha. Let’s get you somewhere else, yeah?”

You carefully nodded and offered your name, allowing her to lead you into what seemed to be an office.

“Can I get you anything to drink?” Alisha asked, eyes full of concern.

You shook your head, letting out a small breath. “W-What’s.. Uhm.. Is he..” You stuttered out, shaking your head once again after not being able to get the words out.

“It’s okay. Take your time.” Alisha smiled sadly.

You took a big breath. “W-What’s going to happen? W-With Elijah I mean.” You mumbled, lifting your head to look at her.

Alisha’s eyes widened, “I can’t tell you exactly. What I can tell you is that Ari Levinson doesn’t tolerate men beating up on women.”

Your mind immediately went to the one and only fight you had witnessed that Elijah got into. It was the last time you had talked to your family. Your brother had pulled you aside to tell you how controlling he thought Elijah was. You, of course, denied it. You loved Elijah, and Elijah loved you. There was no doubt in your mind about it. It resulted in a screaming match between you and your brother, in which Elijah had gotten in between the two of you. In turn causing the men to start screaming, gathering the attention of everyone at the party. It wasn’t until Elijah started beating up on Jake, that you realized the severity of it.

Snapping back to reality, you look up at Alisha. “Uhm, you don’t happen to know where they’d be, do you?” It’s hard to know how to articulate the fear you felt. You weren’t sure if it were for Elijah, or Ari, or yourself.

“Probably the alley, why?” Alisha questioned.

“Thank you!” You called, before opening the door and running off to the front door.

Sprinting out into the night, you stopped to look around, before carefully making your way over to the alley.

Grunts, and groans all you could hear upon stepping closer, fear settling in your veins. In the very dim light, you could see Ari had the upper hand. Though he had taken his fair share of hits. “Someone should teach you how to not meddle in relationships.” Elijah muttered out, turning and spitting some blood out.

Ari smirked, “someone should teach you how to treat women.”

“You fucking…” Elijah growled as he lunged at Ari once again.

Ari managed to dodge the hit, before you ran in between the two. You truly had no clue if you’d get hit from either party, but you had to break them apart somehow. The two both stopped.

“Baby. Oh thank God.” Elijah set his hand on your back. You jumped forward slightly. Elijah groaned, “You can’t be serious. You need to relax.”

Something in you snapped. “I can’t be serious?” You questioned, “I can’t be serious? You almost hit me, you had every intention of hitting me. You have never hit me! But you would’ve tonight. And I came out here to make sure YOU weren’t getting your ass handed to you. To make sure YOU were okay! And you act as if it’s my fault you’re out here? As if somehow I caused this whole fight?!”

You had enough! Enough of Elijah constantly acting like he was high and mighty. Like you were the problem. Elijah rolled his eyes, “You’re so dramatic! Do you always have to act like this? I wasn’t going to hit you, stop pretending just because he’s here.”

You raised your eyebrows, “I’m dramatic? I may not be the smartest, but you were going to hit me! Had Ari not stopped you, you would have! I’m not dramatic! You’ve been training me to be your little pet! I’m not your girlfriend. I’m your pet.” You took a deep breath, finally realizing the gravity of the situation you were in.

“I love you, baby. You know that. Stop this act. It’s getting old.” Elijah’s voice fell on deaf ears.

“He was right.. All those years ago, Jake was right…” You muttered, suddenly feeling like your lungs couldn’t get enough air. “You were controlling me. You have control of the finances, you have control of who I talk to.. You.. I… I can’t do this anymore.. You.. You need to leave me alone. I-I’m done.” Tears welling in your eyes, but you didn’t care. Your chest heaving, as you stepped back, away from Elijah, away from Ari.

“Baby.. just relax, let’s go home, we can talk this through.” Elijah started walking towards you. “DON’T,” You screamed, nearly tripping over your own feet. You took off running back into the bar, you didn’t know where to go.

You didn’t have anyone left. You just continued running, going back into that office at the back of the bar. Turning and shutting the door, you closed your eyes leaning against it. You allowed the tears to fall freely, slowly sliding down the door so you were sitting on the ground, the gravity of the situation truly setting in.

You were almost hit by your now ex-boyfriend, got into probably the biggest fight the two of you had, and broke up with him all in the same night. You didn’t ever allow yourself to believe that he was abusive, didn’t ever see it before. You had always heard people say that he was controlling you, that he was abusive. Hell your own family would say it, and you never believed it. Until now. You allowed yourself to think of every fight you got into, everything that he controlled in your life. How could you allow this to happen?

Your silent cries had turned into full-on sobs by now. You felt a hand on your shoulder, and jolted to the side. “Shhhh… it’s okay.. It’s just me.” Alisha said, “do you want to talk about it?” she questioned.

You shook your head quickly, but found yourself accepting the attempt to comfort you.

“Okay. We don’t have to. Can I get you anything?” Alisha slowly rubbed your shoulder.

“Uhm, water.. Please, just like a glass of water.” You sniffled. Alisha nodded, and you moved away from the door to allow her to slip through.

You settled back against the wall, bringing your knees up to your chest as your mind cycled back to Elijah. He had you move to New York for him, so he could get you away from your family, only ever visiting them with his permission, and with him in toe. You didn’t have any friends, aside from his, which then somehow in Elijah’s mind, spiraled into you sleeping with all of them. You loved Elijah, and genuinely thought that he loved you too. And maybe in a sick way, he did. Elijah’s upbring wasn’t a happy upbringing. His father was an angry drunk who enjoyed beating up on him and his mother. Elijah told you therapy was a big help, as was his mother finally leaving the man.

There was a soft knock against the door, before Alisha popped back in and handed you the water. “Thank you.” You whispered.

Alisha smiled sadly, “Ari’s outside, he just wants to make sure you’re alright. Do you want me to let him in? Or?” She questioned, kneeling in front of you.

“I guess so.. Just please don’t leave me alone with him.” You sniffled, wiping at your eyes, trying to pull yourself together.

“Ari wouldn’t hurt you. But if you prefer for me to be here, I’ll stay.” Alisha reasoned. She sounded so sure about Ari.

You wrapped your arms around your knees, as Alisha opened the door, allowing Ari in. He had cleaned himself up. He left a large portion of the room between you, moving to the desk, leaning against it. You knew it was to put space between you, you knew it was for your benefit. It did comfort you, if only a little bit.

“Are you okay?” Ari spoke, his voice low, not wanting to scare you more.

You nodded, “as okay as I can be I guess… I’m sorry you had to be involved.” You mumbled, lifting your head to look at him.

Ari had a small smile on his face, “I forced my way into that. I could’ve let him have the seat, it probably would’ve saved the conflict.”

You nodded, and then shrugged, “But if you hadn’t, I’d still be with him.” Tears once again found their way onto your face.

“That took a lot of guts, sweetheart.” Ari noted.

You mumbled your name. Ari repeated it, followed by an apology.

You shook your head, “Please don’t apologize.. I just.. I’ve never been a fan of pet names..”

Ari nodded, “Can we take you home?” You shook your head, “the only home I’ve known here was the one I shared with Elijah.. There’s nowhere else for me to go.”

Ari sighed, running a hand through his hair. “A friend’s house? Anywhere you’ll be safe?”

You let out a watery laugh, “I don’t have any of those. I moved here to be with him, he isolated me from everyone, except his friends at first, and then I wasn’t allowed to see them either. I was completely alone with him.”

“Fuck.” Ari paced. “It’s fine really. I’m sure I can figure something out.” You tried to calm him.

“A hotel? Or maybe a shelter?” Ari suggested.

You shook your head, “Why do you care?” You whispered, “I mean, realistically, I’m just some girl you met through an abusive man.”

Ari stopped pacing, and looked at you, “I know this seems sketchy, and I’m sorry. If it makes you more comfortable, Alisha can take you somewhere. Like I said earlier, I caused the fight. I want to make sure you’re safe.”

“Maybe.. But you didn’t force him to hit me.” You could tell he was coming from a place of understanding, and you want to offer the same.

“I’ll let you two figure it out.. Again, I’m sorry, and I hope you’re okay.” Ari murmured, walking back out into the bar.

Alisha looked at the door then back at you, “So, how about that hotel?”

You nodded, glancing at Alisha as she pulled out her phone.

You couldn’t help but allow your eyes to trail back to the door, before focusing back on Alisha.

#Ari Levinson #Ari Levinson x Fem Reader #Ari Levinson x Female Reader #Kels Writes #Reader Insert #Ari Levinson Fic #Ari Levinson Angst #Ari Levinson Fluff #Chris Evans #Chris Evans Fic

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thespaceyace · 2 months

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[Red Hands OMORI AU] fresh new cover

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deer-with-a-stick · 8 months

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"Oh Jergal gave up his portfolios so his power level is like that of a demi-god lol"

I am a firm believer that if Jergal had the motivation to, he would absolutely fuck up the Dead Three, Kelemvor, and Cyric's shit all at once. Just yoink the power back. Dude just doesn't give a fuck. Sure, he hates Cyric and the Dead Three, but no matter what kind of bullshit they get up to, they a) can't kill him and b) really won't interfere with his paperwork. The whole non-interference thing is very Death God of him. The guy's Lord of the End of Everything, but killing everything at much was too much work and actively holding the power was too boring for him lmao

#dnd #dungeons and dragons #jergal #bhaal #myrkul #bane #the dead three #kelemvor #cyric #technically he's also the god of destiny and fate #he writes your name down and boom #literally nothing in the world can bring you back to life #imagine pissing off the god who is literally the embodiment of neutrality #evidently that's easy when you're a little bitch like the dead three or cyric #me back on my bullshit except this time its me yelling about forgotten realms gods #dear old kel has the higher rank but jergal is absolutely more terrifying #his whole thing is that he literally does not care #although its hilarious that the dead three managed to piss him off so much that he showed up and started actively helping the bg3 character #he doesn't even need money

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motelofmermaids · 4 months

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omg we need a finnick x shy reader plz😭🙏🙏

this pulled me out of my slight writer’s block, bless you. ❤︎︎ i want to add that this is definitely adding onto this request, and i kind of built a story from it. i wanted to keep it canon to the hunger games, and i didn’t make reader too shy to where it’s like… c’mon. nonetheless, i really hope y’all enjoy!!

finnick odair loves how shy you are.

❥ when you first, for a lack of better terms, met finnick odair, it was a year before the third quarter quell. he was free, as far as you knew, sun kissing his slight honey-tanned skin, illuminating his sea-green eyes. he, without a doubt, had your breath taken. it would have been far from the truth if finnick said your sole attention on him at the bustling farmer’s market made him uncomfortable. for the first time, he truly thrived under another’s attention. finnick had noticed your presence throughout the market, shy glances as you listened to the shop owner’s attempts to persuade you. he gave you a smile, a wave—and you, little ol’ you, immediately turned around and walked anywhere your shaking legs took you. finnick wondered if he did something wrong.

𓆝 the second time you saw finnick odair was at the beach, sitting in the water as mags listened to his incoherent rant. you noticed his body language, his hands talking with him. you had gotten in an argument with your parents beforehand about the upcoming hunger games, they said you could volunteer, give your family honor. you could’ve been useful—to the district, to the capitol—but you ‘wasted’ your life on making jewelry for the local children and shop owners. sure, they were beautiful, ‘but not good enough.’ as small sob threatened to leave your lips, holding onto the bracelets you had made days before—for your parents. walking past mags and the capitol’s darling, mags pulled finnick out of his rant, pointing to you. finnick wasted no time catching up to you.

❥ months have passed leading up to the quarter quell, in which you and and finnick had become… friends. it took him a while to get almost anything out of you, being as quiet as you are. it was worth it, though, the way you slowly came out of your shell around him—when you gave him such sweet smiles, finally not covering your mouth with your hand when you’d laugh. you still got warm on the cheeks, still couldn’t look into his eyes for too long, especially since finnick was a natural tease. he always leaned in a little too close, he would bite his lip when listening to you, sometimes he’d move a strand of hair away from your face. it was all too much for you, and finnick knew that.

𓇽 when snow announced that previous victors would be reaped for the 75th hunger games, you immediately ran to finnick’s. you couldn’t even think, instantly pulling him into a hug when he answered. you held him the entire night, mags right beside the two of you. “finnick,” you cleared your throat, tears threatening to fall, “i want you to have this…” you took off your necklace, hesitating to hold his hand as you gave him the beautiful seashell pendant. he leaned up, his other hand reaching to gently brush your cheek. “i…,” you stuttered over your breath, looking away from him, “i want you to have a piece of home with you.” mags observed the both of you, giving an all-knowing smile.

❥ when finnick odair finally came home to a liberated district 4, a liberated and free panem, he only thought of you. as soon as finnick found you, eyes red and scanning the crowds of people, he ran without any regard. gently cupping your face, he looked down at your wide eyes, your shaking hands resting on his arms. he refused to waste another moment, not when he almost died—when you could’ve died. he leaned down, his breath gently grazed against your lips, and you heart might have given out from how fast it was beating. you closed your eyes, a small unspoken consent for him, and he kissed you. he kissed you until you realized that he was your source of oxygen, that he was all you had. he slowly pulled away, a smile adorning his lips and you couldn’t bear it—your eyes fluttering shut in pure timidity.

𓆝 finnick wanted you to move in, thought you’d love it more because it was near the water. he told you about all the nights you could have together, walking on the beach and stargazing. you agreed, of course you would, with the one condition of getting a cat. he didn’t hesitate, and you and him were comfortable together. it wasn’t a new home, it was filled with finnick’s childhood, but there was a novelty in the air—it felt like a new beginning… it was a new beginning. you had a family now; finnick made sure to remind you of that everyday. you and him—and your cat— were normal, you didn’t need to lower your voices to appease the oppressive capitol.

❥ you didn’t need to lower your voice when finnick had you underneath him. it was slow, sweet, and spiritual. he promised you from the start that he understood you, that you could take your time. he didn’t want you to rush just to please him. and when you nervously told him that you were ready, he made sure it was the best experience you could ever imagine. he needed you to know just how much he loved you, and that you didn’t need to be quiet with him—that you didn’t have to put on a mask. you were simply you, in your rawest form. and he craved every second of it.

𓇽 when finnick had mentioned marriage, you, without a moment to process, spluttered. he knitted his brows together, a small frown on his face as he asked if it was too soon, too straightforward. you panicked out, “no—no… no, not at all.” but you were hot, hand on your cheek to cool yourself down because, dear lord, you felt like you were burning. finnick couldn’t help his laughs, a cocky grin accentuating his sweet dimples. he cherished you, and you were aware of it; his love for you would endure as long as he lived. when you put your head in your hands, nodding as you muttered a small ‘yes.’ he swore you were sent from the heavens—that you were meant for him.

finnick odair who loves you for you.

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