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cerridwen007 · 1 year

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Put him in his Place.

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader

Word count: 3k (18+)

Summary: Javier comes home from a particularly hard day at work and instead of being able to help him relax and take his mind off work like you usually can, he snaps at you causing you to put him in his place.

Notes/warnings: SMUT,established relationship,oral (female and male receiving), fingering, unprotected p in v, slapping, rough sex, switch reader, switch Javier, powerplay, dirty talk, Javi being a cocky little brat.

A/N: This is the very first smut I've finished and am posting to Tumblr, so please let me know what you think/ what I can improve on. I'm pretty shit at editing but I looked over it a few times so hopefully it's okay/easy to read. Also when I was writing the start I kept thinking the song Sunny by Bobby Hebb would work really well with it for some reason. Like I was picturing it like a scene in a movie,(spoiler) Javi and reader just aggressively making out to that happy song haha, which I honestly don’t know if it's been done before. So if you wanted to maybe play that song just as you are about to start reading and see if it fits. Sorry for the long author's notes. Hope you enjoy it!

Javier and you have been rocky ever since Pablo Escobar got put in prison, a jail of his own design that was basically the opposite of a jail. Yes, Javier has been stressed since you met about work but now more than ever his stress has been through the roof.

Usually you were able to calm him down with a drink and some "relief" and he would be fairly relaxed till something else at work came up. You understood it was a stressful job and a stressful case. You just hoped it would be over soon because seeing Javier stressed all the time killed you a little inside. Although you didn't mind one bit helping him relax in more ways than one. Tonight was a bit different though.

Javier opened the door hard, making a loud bang, he slammed his fist against the door shutting it. "Fucken hell!" You cringed a little at the loud noises before walking over to greet him in the most soothing voice you could. "Hi Javi, baby, how was your day?" It didn't work. Instead of responding "not the best but atleast I'm here with you now" like he usually did before giving you a big long kiss, he angrily walks past you.

"I need a drink"

Before you can go to pour him one he grabs himself a full glass of whiskey and knocks it back in one go. He then starts pouring himself a second glass. You chime in trying to calm the lion. "Honey I made your favourite tonight! And after dinner maybe I could run you a nice hot bath, and then maybe I'll let you have a little show of my new lingerie set!"

Instead of scooping you up and taking you to the bedroom with a sly smirk on his face like you expected him to do he scoffs and shoots down his second drink of the night. He gets up and walks over to the door not even making eye contact with you.

"I'm going out, don't wait up."

You grab his wrist gently, "Hey I don't know what happened at work today, we can talk about it if you want but we don't have to but I don't think it's a good idea to drink your troubles away.

"God, nothing happened at work okay, stop mothering me and leave me like the rest do okay!"

His words hurt a little and they hurt hearing knowing he is hurting and that for some reason he doesn't want to confide in you about it or let you help him. But still you brushed them aside knowing that Javier struggled to open up sometimes.

"Okay I understand your upset Javi but please don't take this out on me okay I'm just trying to help you cause I care about you."

He pulls his wrist away from you and looks into your eyes with an anger you haven't ever seen in your shared home, a look that is only used when dealing with the most terrible criminals in Bogota.

"I’m not fucken taking anything out on you okay bitch, you're just being a clingy whiny child that won't leave me alone, for God's sake I need my space."

Something overcomes you, you are not ever an aggressive person even in the bedroom, and you knew that it was not the normal Javier speaking, no disrespecting, you like that and that he must have had a hell of shitstorm day at work but still, you needed to put him in his place.

You raise your hand and slap him fairly hard across his cheek. You immediately feel bad and go to apologise. " i...i...sorry I didn-"

"Do it again"

"What?"

"Slap me again, harder this time"

" if this is trap I don't want-"

"It's nothing like that, don't get me wrong I love how much you care despite what I said but this what I saw in your eyes as you slapped me, that passion, made me wanna ravage you all night."

Each word he speaks you see the desire grow in his eyes and the wetter you get.

"Stop talking."

You slap a little lower and harder on his jawline leaving a red mark that stings his smirking face. You both lunge at each other holding each other's face in your hands, lips pressed firmly against one another's, tongues slip in and out of eachothers mouth dancing around, encased in wetness.

Javier pushes you against the wall hard, smashing the glass of the picture frame behind you. You moan out in pain and pleasure. You push off the wall walking Javier backwards and your hands start roaming to each other's bodies each trying to get each other's clothes off as fast as possible. Your lips only break to catch your breaths and to get a better look at the buttons.

You push him up against the wall this time keeping you body close to his. He groans a little in pleasure as you do. He pushes off the wall and the shirts come off. In one quick movement he undoes your bra and hoists you up so your legs wrap around his hips. Throwing you against the wall harder times you both moan, you can feel his hard cock pushing against your waist.

He kisses down your jawline, down your neck to your breasts where he fondles them in his hands and sucks on the left nipple, the stimulation of one of your most sensitive areas causes you to moan loudly. You brace yourself with one hand on the wall palm flat. The other hand on the nape of Javi's neck moving up to his soft dark short hair.

He switches nipples, you grind against his cock hinting you want more as the desire builds up in you more and more. He takes the hint and pulls you off the wall putting his lips back against yours, hot and wet. His hands go down you back to your ass where they hold on for dear life. He backs into the bedroom. Your hand that was on the wall now holds his jaw. He turns around and throws you both down on the bed, him on top of you.

He strips your pants off you quickly before doing the same to himself. The heat between your legs rises seeing his toned tan arms flex as they literally rip your panties off you, pulling the shreds down your legs out of the way. He looks like a wild animal about to sink its teeth into prey, eyes alive with anger, hunger and lust. But you're not backing off in fear.

You pull him close to your body and roll so you're on top of him, and grab his member in his boxers firmly, he raises his hips and head up, his brows crease together overcome with pleasure with a tinge of pain. You grab the top of his head, his soft warm brown hair gripped between your white knuckles. Pulling a little you put him in his place.

"You won't do any of that till I tell you to.” you harshly whisper into his face, releasing his cock from your firm grip.

He stares in your eyes not breaking contact, his lips slightly turning into a smirk while his eyes are still very much alive with passion and hate.

"Oh yeah?" He growls

He flips you over so he is on top now. He grabs your wrists with one of his hands and raises it above your head. This is a play for power now. Javier liked your fire and control just as much as he likes having his own. So he wants to test to see how far you will go before you give into him.

"You're going to regret that" you say with a firm tone.

"Make me" he smirks

You lift your head to kiss him. He goes in for the kiss. You swerve and sink your teeth semi lightly into the crevice between his neck and shoulder, leaving a mark that will last a while. Javi pulls away and groans in pain, but is turned on more than ever. While he's distracted you pull your wrists apart from his hold and flip so you're on top again, straddling him.

"You're being a very bad boy," you hiss.

"Can't help it" he smiles, grinning.

You push firmly down on his chest and go to kiss the mark you gave him seconds before. You leave a trail of kisses and bites into his skins down his chest and stomach. He groans with every contact, each making his cock pulse in need of release. You make it to his boxes and pull them down slowly. You lick your lips and purse them around the tip of his dick. He whimpers quietly.

"I haven't even started yet baby and you're already whimpering, can't wait for you to start screaming my name."

You say smirking before putting your lips back on his throbbing dick, pushing the tip past your lips and adding a hand to his thick cock.

You start slow but quickly build momentum and his dick becomes slick with your spit and his precum. He fights the urge to buck his hips up and instead grips the sheets with one of his veiny hands and pushes some of your hair behind your ear with the other.

"F...fuck sweetheart.... you're too good at that!"

You smirk around his cock, your teeth lightly graze him for a second causing him to groan loudly. You fasten your strokes as he moans in total pleasure. You smirk to yourself knowing you almost got it out of him.

Moaning your name turns into incomprehensible whimpers as you bring him to his high, but you're not finished till you milk out every last drop with your hands firm around him, licking everything he has to offer.

Both of you breathless, you go up to his face and passionately kiss, exchanging the taste of him and his pleasure to his own tongue. He goes to sit you up and switch positions before kneeling in front of you so he can offer you some release now.

"Oh... no baby you don't have to do that... tonight's all about making you feel goo-"

"Please... let me... please let me make you feel as good as you just made me feel... let me taste your sweetness."

He was begging you to let him stuff his face between your thighs. God it made you feel powerful, to have a man like Javier on knees before you, you couldn't say no to that. Not to mention that everytime he ate you out, (which with Javier was often because he couldn't get enough of you) he left your legs trembling for the rest of the night from his fucken godly tongue.

"Okay baby, you've begged enough." You tease.

Before you can say another word his face dives between your warmth, head first into your wet folds. He licks a tender strip up your pussy before teasing your pulsating clit with the tip of his tongue. You throw your head back and uncontrollably moan out.

“Fuck!”

He wraps his hands around your thighs and pulls your centre closer to him. He slips a thick finger into you slowly causing you to arch your back into his touch.

"Javi" you breathily moan, totally succumbing to the divine pleasure that this man was devoted to giving you just with his mouth and hands. The pathetic whines you make as he slips a second finger into your hole, pumping them in and out of your pussy make his cock twitch. But he pushes down the need to be buried deep inside you till he fully repays the pleasure you gave him.

Knowing how close you are by the more strangled and loud moans coming from your pretty little mouth, he fucks you harder and deeper with his fingers and further stimulates your throbbing clit with his tongue, very gently biting down occasionally, blending the lines of pain and pleasure.

"Cum for me cariño, give me all your sweet essence to drink. He breathes against your wet centre.

Those words push you over the edge. A series of loud breathy moans escape your mouth, your legs trembling, threatening to crush Javi's head, but he doesn't care or notice. He is too busy working you through your high, licking up every sweet drop of your liquid pleasure he can get from you.

He eventually comes up and crawls up to you cradle your reddened face between his hands, passionately kissing your plump lips.The taste of both of your pleasures are exchanged, dancing around each other tongues. You break away, both of you still out of breath from the previous activities. He lies down on his back next to you.

Your mind flashes back to the start of the night, the events that ultimately led you here. You feel the heat rise in your cheeks once again as the anger you felt overcomes you once again. You think Javi still needs to be taught a lesson, and just thinking about putting him in his place makes your pussy ache in need for his cock to fill the emptiness his fingers left moments ago filled.

Noticing a shift in the air, Javi asks you what you're thinking about.

"Oh just how I still think you need to be put in your place Peña." You growl.

He smirks, loving every second of this new power dynamic he gets. "Oh you gonna teach me a lesson baby" he teases waiting for a reaction out of you.

"Oh you fucken bet, smartass" you snap back. Quickly you move on top of him again and slap his face.

“Your a very lucky man Javi, to be blessed with such a patient partner who is used to dealing your shitty attitude, offering every ounce of love and care she has to you every time you have a bad day at work, sucking your dick so hard you forget all you problems for the night.”

“Oh yeah I sure am lucky-”

You push your thumb to his lips while holding his chin in the rest of your fingers, shushing him.

“I wasn't finished talking!” you snap.

“Someone better teach you a lesson about manners before someone permanently shuts that dirty little mouth of yours.”

Javi gulps, his cock straining against your warm weight above needing more and more to release his show of affection in your tight wet cunt.

You tip his chin up, pulling your thumb down his lips slowly. You push your face close to his, mouths almost touching.

“What, cat got your tongue?” you whisper seductively in his mouth, licking your lips. Your hot breath causes his cock to pulsate even more and goosebumps to emerge over his neck. He swallows hard, a quiet moan escaping his throat.

“Good boy, you finally learnt that it's best to shut up then let your sly tongue ruin the fun for you.” you joke.

You once again firmly grab his throbbing boner and stroke it a few times before guiding it to your entrance, you slowly sit down on it, letting your cunt adjust to his wide length. Breathy moans fall out of both of your mouths. Once you reach the base, you let half of his cock fall out before taking it all again. You fasten your pace, arching your back as the angle his cock hits every time causes your breath to hitch in your throat, making strangled moans.

He becomes a whimpering mess below you, both from the pleasure you were bestowing upon him and because of his overwhelming need to turn you over and fuck the shit out of you himself, fueled by the need to appease and pleasure the one good thing in his life.

“Please let me fuck you baby make you feel way better than you can make yourself feel bouncing on my dick.”

You stare at him, at first annoyed but then smile knowing that nobody can make you feel as good as he can, even yourself. You felt you had teased him enough tonight not letting him take full control like he usually did. You smirk nodding and give a playful slap on his chest.

“Okay but you better fuck the shit out me pretty boy, make my cunt ache for days after this.”

“Oh mi amor, you won’t be able to even walk for days after this.” he said with a smirk twisting into a devilish smile.

He swiftly sits up to embrace you tightly, his pace quickly surpassing that off your own. The new angle hitting you somehow even deeper than before, causing your eyes to roll back into your head. You now are the one who whimpers pathetically, love-drunk on every mind numbing thrust Javi provides you. Chills run throughout your body as Javi brings you closer and closer to your orgasm. In between his deep grunts and breathes he whispers dirty, dirty words into your ear.

“Yeah that’s right… nobody can make you feel as good..as…I can cariño.”

“I love your tight little cunt….and those little desperate sounds you make… when I fuck the shit out it.”

“God you look so fucken pretty…. when you're about cum on my cock… wanna stay like this… with you forever.”

The both of you are so close, to help you finish he squeezes to tighter, closer to him, kneading one of your breasts with one hand and circling you clit with the other, using his hands as the anchors to enter your pussy as hard and fast as he can. Your hand reaches up to behind his head as you both simultaneously reach your high.

“Ahhhh…. fuck…. Javi…. you feel so good!”

You turn your head and look at him, he leans forward and kisses your forehead, panting hard as he rides out his high. He carefully slips out his softening dick out of your aching, sensitive pussy. You both fall into the bed holding each close as you catch your breaths yet again.

“Fuck I think i’m going to need you come home from work angry more often.” you laugh out of breath.

He laughs against the back of your neck. “Yeah also feel free to slap me whenever you want cause fuck… that was hot.”

You both laugh, nodding. This night turned out better than expected, and you wish to be nowhere else except here entwined closely with the love of your life, hot,sticky and tired after you extraneous activities, slowly drifting to sleep with nothing but the sounds of busy Bogotá and Javi’s deep breaths caressing your neck.

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5am-mist · 1 year

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Bella X Costar!

Bella catches reader visibly checking them out during a group interview:)

Atleast try to hide it!

°pairing°> bella ramsey x costar!reader

°summery°> you couldn't stop staring at bella during an interview but what you didn't expect was what came after them catching you

°requested°> yess! :))

~°A/N°~

thank you anon for the lovely request! sorry this one took me a while! i wasn't super sure how to end this one but i hope you like it!i used tlou cast and i just made the readers character up her names Mac hope thats ok, enjoyy!

Staring in The Last Of Us was a great opportunity, you would never deny that but sitting in a brightly lit room infront of an interviewer with some of the funniest most amazing people ever made it feel all the more sureal. You, Pedro, Nico, Anna and Bella were all sitting in a group with Nico and Anna sitting on the two very front chairs and you, Pedro and Bella on the back three.

The interviewer sitting across from you was currently asking Anna some questions though you had no idea what they were. Your mind was far to occupied, with Bella. It almost made you mad at how good they looked. They had the most amazing hair, eyes, smile, lips, hands and not to mention the suit they were wearing. It wasn't fair, how could you not fall for them?

You were broken out of your thoughts by the interviewer calling your name. "yes?" you flashed a smile at him hoping with every fiber of your being you weren't caught staring. "i was just about to ask you, how do you feel about Joel and Mac's relationship?" he finished it off with a smile.

You mentally cursed at him for interrupting your mindless staring but answered with a "well i feel like what they have is so beautiful and heart breaking at the same time, she's always seen Joel as a father figure but realises that he had a daughter before her and she feels guilty for loving him because of that. She puts distance between them that slowly disapates when Ellies brought into the picture. Its sweet i think."

He seems pleased enough with your answer and moves on to ask Pedro and Nico a few. You feel relieved. Happy that for a short time you get to resume your endless staring daydreams. Turning to look at Bella you freeze when those beautiful brown eyes are staring right back at you.

Shit. They saw you staring didn't they? All you wanted to do right then was sink into the floor. You watch as his lips curl into a smile and he winks at you. HE WINKS AT YOU!? You were sure that this was a part of one of your day dreams. The moment is once again ruined by the interviewer but this time he was asking Bella some questions.

The interview was finally over, you loved your job but sometimes it felt as though interviews would drag on for forever. You were scrolling on your phone when Bella approached you. "hey i was wondering if you needed a ride home?"

You didn't really, Pedro drove you here and you assumed he was going to take you home but as if they could read your mind she spoke up, " i actually spoke to Pedro and he said he's cool with if you are...?"

Of course you were. Were you really going to say no to your crush, Bella Ramsey, offering you a ride home? Never. The drive was painful -for you atleast- you were so worried that they'd caught you staring, that this would be the end of your friendship.

"I saw you staring ya know? Im not upset about it if thats what you're so worried about."

"You can tell!?" you practically burst their ear drums. "Of course i can. You don't have a crush on one of your bestest friends and co-workers for the longest time and not be able to tell when they're feeling off."

True. I mean you were always able to tell when something was off with Bella. Wait. Did Bella just say he has a crush on you? "im sorry?" its more of a question really, you're asking him to verify that this wasn't just another day dream.

"you heard me and just for future reference if you're gonna stare at me atleast try to be discreet about it!" they say as one of their hands finds its way onto your thigh.

"I'll keep that in mind" you say as you turn your head to face out the window hoping they don't see how much you're blushing but knowing damn well she already has.

#bella ramsey x reader #bella ramsey #lgbtq #the last of us #tlou hbo #tlou #hbo the last of us

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taeskooksbin · 5 months

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BEGUILE ; kth

CHAPTER TWO

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you respect his fucking relationship. yes you do.

i kept telling myself over and over again and searched up his details, according to the media, kim taehyung is over thirty nine years old.

and so fucking handsome.

he had a god-like body, out of the world facial features and perfect fashion sense, he almost seemed perfect. he was a well known lawyer, not only in korea, not only in italy but all around the world, everyone knew him.

he was truly a whole package of brain and beauty, a package that clearly did not belong to me.

i bit my nails anxiously and searched up another thing that was making me interested and nervous.

kim taehyung and ciandra park.

almost immediately swarms of pictures of taehyung and ciandra took over my laptop screen.

his girlfriend, ciandra, was pretty, no wait she was gorgeous. no wonder she was his girlfriend. she was over twenty seven, had a perfect symmetrical face which almost made me insecure as well, almost.

glass like tender skin almost pale like paper, perfect pair of plump lips and the most enchanting eyes ever. she had a lean and slim figure, her thin arms standing out of the most and most importantly her height.

she had no breasts whatsoever but her hips did stand out, long and healthy black hair complimenting the pale skin.

i searched her up and it turns out she was a model. of course. however to top all of the 'insecurity' that was building up in me, she also had her own fashion line, not quite popular but it did well, she was pretty-much known in business with over ninety something followers on instagram.

damn, i'm nothing in front of her, no wonder he chose her.

disappointment filled me to the brim after getting to know he was in a relationship, i mean not like i was planning on getting with him, but i did raise my hopes to at least flirt with him.

nevermind, alex will do for now.

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"once again, how much older is he than you?" aurora asked while looking at her nails that were almost done. "twenty years" i answered back. "oh, well atleast he's handsome right?" she said.

"very much" i answered back while sophia kept doing our nails. "very well then, he isn't married right? you can shoot your shot" she said while sophia looked at us and then back at her work.

"he has a girlfriend" i sighed as i slightly rolled my eyes, "it doesn't matter 'ella, if he cheats on his girlfriend with you, that ain't your fault" she replied back.

"i don't know 'rora, it might be your thing but it's a no for me, truly" i sighed while trying my best to look at the bright side.

but no matter how much i try, he is just a forbidden fruit that i can never have.

"well it's alright but remember, if he flirts, then flirt back"

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it was thursday and i was shirtless scared, although aurora's idea was slowly taking over me. i mean it's not my fault if he flirts with me now is it?

of course i'm not gonna make the first move but if he does it then who am i to stop? right? well, then a little bit of seducing wouldn't hurt anybody.

ugh i'm so stupid to think that he would even glance at me while leaving his model girlfriend. he wouldn't allow a dumb nineteen year old to destroy his perfectly made relationship.

but nevertheless, i got up and took out a green sleeveless dress which revealed the majority of my cleavage and ended till my knees. 'perfect' i thought as i stared at my reflection.

i was halfway through imagining my victory when i heard the main door opening, "he's here 'ella!" i heard mom yell from the kitchen and ran downstairs only to stare at the godly figure in front of me.

"fiorella, pleased to meet you" he smiled to which i smiled back at, politely.

"likewise, mr. kim" i smiled and he shook his head, "please call me taehyung" he smirked and leaned down to leave a peck at my cheeks which had my knees trembling.

i took a sniff at the expensive cologne he was wearing, only if i could wake up to this smell surrounding my whole body. not once did he glance down at my exposed legs or my cleavage which surely left me disappointed.

at least, he's loyal.

"well, where are we gonna start now?" he asked and leaned back, "will dad's office room work?" i said and he nodded. "of course, i just need to focus you anyway" he smiled and we walked to father's office room.

after reaching there, i took a note - not once did he try to stare at my cleavage of my bottoms that i was trying to use to seduce him desperately.

he saw the organised and really neat books and the things that were kept there which i made sure doesn't looks messy, he chuckled "i could not even imagine how much you were disappointed at your grades"

he looked over at where he was staring and smiled, "oh i bet you can't". he picked up one of the books, "i'm getting ptsd just by looking at it" he said while i chuckled.

"can you show me your result again? i need to know the area of improvement" he asks and takes a seat at one of the chairs while i nodded and walked to the table to grab my pad and handed him the results.

we went through the whole exam and re-solved the questions together, two minutes into it and i was feeling damn stupid.

i cursed myself fully knowing that i studied way too hard for this exam and didn't do a single thing correctly.

when we received the results, i heard the degrading chuckles of the teachers and smug faces of the people who deteriorated me into saying that i'd be better off as a housewife. the teachers were really cruel though.

"i'm feeling so damn stupid" i said as i looked at the common mistakes i made which degraded my grades more than before.

"don't be darling, do you know how many times i had to re-do my exams?" he chuckled. "wait really?"

"of course, in college, i was way too immersed in all the bad things that were called the 'cool-kid things' back then, such as drinking, partying and being a playboy, i did everything but study which cost me a huge loss" he let out a laugh.

"but even though i suffered, i'd still say that a little bit of fun wouldn't hurt anybody, instead it will refresh your mind surely" he smiled.

"but despite all the obstacles and distractions, i still managed to get through, and i'm sure you would too" he smiled and kept a hand on my shoulder encouragingly, not once did his eyes slip from my face to the cleavage.

it made me ashamed of my acts, did i come out as too desperate? or should i dress up a hot more revealingly next time?

the grades and his gentleman-like behaviour was making me overwhelmed, i was upset not because i was ashamed of my acts but because i wasn't able to woo him.

stop doing this, he's committed.

"hey, why are you crying?" he looked at me with concern lacing his voice.

"i'm sorry" i muttered, "don't be, princess, i know how hard it is for you, it is for everyone but you would pass it no matter what, i do see a lot of potential in you to do so" he said while patting my head.

"yeah, i can be a baby sometimes" i said when the embarrassment rushed through me, my cheeks blushed since at this point i was totally giving off a vibe of some spoiled daddy's princess who didn't get what she wanted.

it was the grades, in my case.

"don't worry, we'll work this through, alright?" he said and held my cheeks in his hands wiping a tear off of my face. i nodded and refrained myself from pouting when he took his hand back.

girlfriend fiorella, fucking girlfriend.

"i'm giving you some homework for today, you need to prepare for the first portion of your test and i'll return with a test next week to make sure you got everything right, is that okay with you?" i nodded

"we need to change your study method as well so how about i stop by on monday to see how you're doing, how does that sound?" he said with a little smile to which i nodded.

"thank you" i smiled and stood up. "anytime darling" he replied and stood as well, totally towering my small figure which had me ogling for a second.

he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me a bit closer to which i slightly widened my eyes, my delusional mind already making up all the possible (not) scenarios of all the possibilities of him liking me back as i wrapped my own arms around him

and thank you for the sweet words as well" i whispered in his ears sniffing his cologne. i was a bit disappointed when he pulled back since it left me extremely empty and lonely.

"not really a gentleman like behaviour if you see a pretty girl crying and don't help her out, right?" he winked a bit playfully and then broke into a gorgeous boxy smile instantly making me fangirl over him.

shit, i'm going to seduce the fuck outta him.

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0sincerelyella · 5 months

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do you take writing requests? could you write an angsty Sejanus who gets betrayed / heartbroken by coryo (PLATONIC ONLY)

“Brothers” -Sejanus plinth

Summary: brothers to sejanus meant everything, he thought coryo felt the same. in his final moments he knew what brother really meant.

Notes: AHHHH I DIDNT EVEN ASK FOR REQUESTS THIS MAKES ME SO HAPPY! i love love love sejanus coryo bestie angst this is basically exactly what happens but in sejanus’ perspective. his inner voice SPOILERS MAJOR MAJOR SPOILERS

Sejanus sat on his bed, the rebellion was tonight. he was ready to leave, make that difference that coryo said he could make. he fiddled with the picture in his hand. it was of him and coryo, he smiled at the hair on their heads, both of them being bald now it made him laugh. it felt like such a long time ago, that he sat watching those hungergames. so long ago that he lost his friends from two, that he watched so many people die for the entertainment of the capital

it wasn’t just a punishment anymore

they got joy out of watching innocent people die. it wasn’t fair.

the people in these districts, they didn’t do anything wrong. they just wanted to live, he saw it in lucy gray.

when she sang he saw freedom in her eyes, and the way coryo looked at lucy gray when she sang, he saw freedom in coryos eyes too.

all his life he had never seen so much happiness and so much freedom in coryos eyes until he watched him watch lucy gray. she danced in the color of his eyes and sejanus watched in the background as his brother found the freedom that no one, not even the capitol, has seen since the hungergames has started. he was happy for him, content.

as sejanus placed his picture back in his box at the end of the bed, he latched it shut and stood.

as he let out a hasty breath, ready to find coryo and lucy gray, the doors flung open and his fellow peace keepers barged into the room.

startled, sejanus took a breath of relief. “hey guys!” his relief subsided when his “friends” took grasp of his arms and yanked him out of the room with zero explanation. “guys what’s going on?” he looked at the people harshly dragging him through the district. his “friends”

coryo was nowhere to be seen. that much he was thankful for, that much he was glad about. he feared for his life being drug to the hanging tree like a piece of meat that had no business walking free

but atleast it wasn’t by the hands of his brother. atleast his brother still cared.

the sea of people under the hanging tree, forced to watch their friends, colleagues, partners, spouses, and family get hung for treason at the simple act of breathing infront of the wrong people, parted the way for sejanus as if he was a celebrity

a celebrity that betrayed his country, a celebrity that is in a fate that daddies money can not fish you out of anymore.

“coryo,” sejanus saw his brother, standing right infront of him. coriolanus stood straight, eyes never meeting sejanus. the freedom in coryos eyes grew dark, as sejanus was drug onto the platform he watched a dark force drag the freedom out coryos eyes. sejanus watched coryo turn into something that he will never ever forget. not even after his dying days.

the rope around his neck couldn’t compare to the rope around his heart as coryo never looked back at him. “coryo please, help coryo!”

sejanus listened to his voice boom through the air. the words he had only spoken to coryo.

he watched the crowd listen to his voice of rebellion. his “making a difference” soon ended as he looked towards his brother

he screamed for his mom in his final moments, knowing only that his brother had betrayed him. the word “brother” now tasted sour as coryo didn’t leave a single drop of sadness, hope, hurt. he told sejanus to make a difference.

but when sejanus tried to make a difference, when sejanus tried to change the world, coriolanus snow handed his difference straight to the hands of the people that won’t let his difference stand.

no longer was brother a word that gave sejanus warmth

brother was only a word that left a burning sensation around his neck.

the last thing he saw as darkness took over, was snow look back at his body fallen from the platform, hanging from the tree that lucy gray sings of on her lonely nights. his brother, turned into the monster that he’d be forced to watch tourchef the life of millions for 65 years.

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sammie217 · 2 months

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Picture.

TW: insecurity and like one swear word ig?

“Hey Y/N look here!” Han said

what is it?. Y/N said

click.

“I TOOK A GOOFY PICTURE OF UUU!” jisung said in a teasing tone

“DELETE IT” Y/N Said loudly

“hehe no in your dreams”jisung said while laughing

you sighed

“can i atleast see it?” you said

“okay sure” jisung said and showed you the picture

Oh.

damn i look ugly ew.

You were never really happy with yourself thats why you never liked taking pictures.

“jisung please delete it” you said with tears in your eyes

“why are you crying its just a picture calm down” jisung said

“please just delete it”

“okay” jisung said

“im gonna go to the washroom be right back” you said with a wobbly voice

as you were walking out of the room while tears running down your eyes

hyunjin was walking to the practice room

“hey baby whats wrong?” hyunjin said worriedly

you didn’t reply you just ran away to the washroom and locked the door

hyunjin walked to the practice room

“hey jisung whats

up with Y/N?” hyunjin asked

“i dont know i just took a goofy picture of her and she got sad or smth” jisung said

“wanna see it lol she looks funny”jisung showed the picture to hyunjin

“jisung Y/N hates bad pictures of her being taken shit” hyunjin said as he ran out to the washrooms

“hey Y/N are you in there?” hyunjin knocked he could hear you crying

“g-go away” you said with your voice cracking

“hey open the door yeah?”hyunjin said while being worried

you opened the door and let him in he looked at your red puffy eyes from crying

he hugged you and wiped your tears away

“hey what happened angel?” hyunjin said with a soft voice

“i dont like bad pictures hyunjin it makes me feel even more ugly” you said while sniffing

“hey dont say that your so beautiful” hyunjin said

“im not stop lying” you said while looking down

“im not lyin-“ you cut him off

“stop hyunjin stop pitting me stop saying lies you dont even mean i hate it i hate it” you said while crying

he hugged you tight

“im not lying your so beautiful your so fucking beautiful i love your eyes i love your lips your soft cheeks i love everything about you” he said

“everything about me?” you asked

“everything about you” he said while smiling

“i love you hyun”

“i love you too”

help sorry this is kind of cringe my first work ever done lol hope you enjoyed

#skz stay #skz angst #kpop #stray kids

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elijahsvampylover · 2 years

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i hope you got your happy ending p.2

Elijah mikealson x reader

Warnings- jealous!hayley

Summary- You and Elijah were lovers back in 1820. He left you one night because Mikeal was after them. You moved on, found a boyfriend and got pregnant of twingirls. He didnt want children so you stayed as an single mother. A few years later, you go on an small vacation with your girls. When your looking for an restaurant, you bump into an strange men, someone you expected never too see again.

PS : English is not my first language and im not the best writer, please be respectful and if you dont like this story leave.

thankyouu already xx me

''Elijah.''

As i have an shocked look on my face, i hear one of my daughters say. 'Mommy who is that?'' Aliyah asked. Elijah was still locking eyes with me. ''An old friend baby.'' I answer as her. ''Y/n'' He said, After that i looked away. "Mommy im hungry.'' Stormi said. ''Yes we'll get something to eat.'' When i turn away from her, i see that Elijah has sped away. I look around but he was gone. He left again, without saying a word.

As we eated, we walked back to the hotel. I couldn't get it off my mind, i saw him, he stood right in front of me. ''Mommy look, icecream!'' Aliyah yelled as she pointed happy to the little icecream store. ''Oh, you guys want an icecream?'' I asked them. ''Yes!'' Stormi said. I got them some and walked back to the hotel. it was 8 a'clock in the evening. I bathed them and washed their hair. Belcalis had texted me that she would'nt come home today. I sighed. 2 toddlers watching tv laying next to me in bed. As i looked at them i realised that they really are the light of my life. I am proud, proud on my babies.

I got tired, i was looking in the comments of my Instagram post. I posted 4 pictures of Stormi and Aliyah. They fell asleep hours ago. I couldn't sleep, it was too much. I layed my phone on the bedside table. And turned around facing my children. I smiled to myself as i hear Aliyah snore. I closed my eyes, and fell asleep.

mikealsons :

''Whats wrong Elijah, you look like you just got the biggest shock of your life." Rebekah asked as Elijah looked at Klaus. ''You'll never guess who i just bumped into.'' Klaus and Rebekah looked at eachother confused. "Whats happening here?'' Hayley walked into the room after putting 4 year old hope in bed. ''Who did you see Elijah?'' Rebekah asked. Elijah looked to the ground. ''Y/n.''

Rebekah and Klaus looked shocked, you were their bestfriend. "How?'' Were the only words that Rebekah could possibly think of. ''I was running, i bumped into an woman who was carrying an buggy with two little girls in it. When i turned around to say excuse me, i looked at the woman as she looked back, and then i saw her, her face.'' Elijah spoke as he looked to his shoes. ''What did you do after that?'' Hayley spoke. ''I...sped away.'' Elijah said having a guilty look on his face. ''Who is she actually?'' Hayley questioned. Before elijah could answer by his self, Klaus spoke. " Elijah's old lover, Y/n.''

''Mommy, wake up.'' I hear Stormi say as she sat on the bed. I opened my eyes and looked at her, i opened my arms as she jumped in them. laying next to me as i prepper her face with kisses, i looked over her head and saw that Aliyah laid there peaceful in sleep. i look on the clock and saw it was still early. 8AM. ''what are we gonna do today?'' She asked me when i was thinking. Memories from yesterday floating my mind. I sighed trying to forget it as i think of what we are going to do today. '' I dont know yet baby, but first we have to make us ready, and its a little early so we are gonna let Aliyah sleep for an little hour, then i'll dress you guys up, and after that were going to eat some breakfast.'' she nodded. ''Can we watch trolls?'' she asked, its her favorite movie. she watches it atleast every week once. ''Sure, but mommy is going to shower and dress up okay? then we can leave sooner.'' I tell her.

As stormi was watching trolls on the bed, i jumped in the shower. As i felt the warm water flow over my back, i thought about Elijah. Did he miss me? Thought about me? Those questions are already over 190 years in my mind. A part of me hoped i would bump into him again. A different part of me was scared to see him again.

I got out of the shower, burshed my teeth, curled my hair, and did my make-up. At the time i came out of the bathroom they were both awake. ''hi mommy.'' Aly said. 'Hi baby.'' i laughed back. I wore a beige top with matching heels and pants. I dressed the children in shorts with a white top above with some cute sneakers. We left the room and got at the coffeeshop around the corner some breakfast.

rebekah's pov:

I couldn't sleep last night, it was too much. I just cant believe that Y/n is here. As i walk trough town shopping some clothes, i see 2 little girls in shorts and tops, they look so cute. I wish i could have children. The girls are sitting on an bench at an small coffeeshop, they are playing together. I see that there is also a woman with them, probably the mother. But when i look at the beautiful woman, i see it. Elijah was right, Its Y/n.

I walk towards her. When she turns around she stares at me in shock. ''Rebekah?'' she says quietly, ''Y/n.'' i say as i throw my arms around her. It takes a second before she hugs me back. ''I missed you so much.'' she says. God only if she knew how much i missed her. ''I missed you too, more then you can think.'' When we let go, she introduces me at the two girls. '' this is stormi, and Aliyah.'' I say as i smile to my children. ''Hi cuties.'' Rebekah said to them as she smiled at them.

She sat down with us, I told her about how stormi and Aliyah are vampires, and that i walked into Elijah yesterday evening. ''Yes, he told us that he bumped into you...'' After that it became silent until Stormi asked Aliyah something about the coloring page that she was making. ''I know that you dont want this Y/n, but you should come with me. We all missed you more then you could possibly think of. Especially Elijah, Y/n.'' I looked at her. ''If he really did miss, why did he leave? You know how long i have suffered just because of sadness?.'' she looked away. ''He didn't want to leave you, we didn't have a choice y/n. Mikeal was after us, But please come with me... I beg u.'' i thought of it, i didnt have plans and i secretly missed them. '' you know what, fine. I dont really have plans anyways.'' She smiled, ''well, lets go then.'' i stood up. Payed our food, and went with rebekah.

We walked for around 15 minutes, when we entered a mansion. Aliyah and Stormi were holding my hands. I was nervous, very. "Klaus, we have guests!'' Rebekah screamed. ''Ah rebekah, who did you broug-'' Klaus looked at you, "Y/n.'' He said shocked. ''Klaus.'' He walked slow to you, a tear running down his cheek. He hugged you, for a good minute. ''Im glad your'e back, sister. I missed you my buddy.'' you let go, smilling at him. He looked at the 2 girls standing behind you. ''Girls this is my old friend Klaus, Klaus these are my daughters Stormi and Aliyah.'' he smiled and kneeled down. ''Hi girls.'' ''hi, Sir.'' they replaid shyly. ''Niklaus!'' Elijah screamed as He stormed in with an girl.'' He stopped walking when he say you. "Y/n..'' You looked at him. ''Mommy is that the man we bumped into yesterday?'' Stormi asked as i picked her up. ''Yes Baby, thats him.'' Aliyah took my hand. ''Mommy, i wanna go.'' She told me as she looked up. " yes, we are gonna go in a few baby.''

The strange girl who stood beside him, looked confused. ''Elijah, who is this?'' She asked him pointing at u. Before he could answer by his self, by suprise Stormi answered. ''This is my mommy, Y/n Y/l/n.'' Because of the cuteness, you bursted out of laughing. '' Im sorry, but she's right. Im Y/n.'' You said. '' And these are my 2 daughters, Aliyah and Stormi.'' As you kissed both of them on the cheeks. "well what are you doing here?'' She asked in a bitchy tone. ''Listen you bitch, if you're ass thinks you can be brutal too me, your wrong. I am here because they are old friends of me, And if you didn't knew it yet. I am Elijahs ex.'' She was stunned, nobody ever spoke to her like that.

too break the Akwardness in the room, Rebekah spoke up. '' Well, do you want something to drink.'' You looked away from Hayley. ''No thankyou, they wanna go. And i have to pick up Belcalis. She is at some boys house she met online.'' Rebekah looked at me with widen eyes. ''You guys are still friends?'' She asked as she looked at klaus. Klaus looked impressed. '' Yes we are.'' I say proudly. ''Anyways, how long are you still in New Orleans before you go back to New York?'' Bekah asked. ''8 Days.'' She looked at her feet. "Before i go we could meet up, what is your phone number?'' I asked her. She smiled, and gave her number.

''Well then, it was very nice seeing you Klaus, hope you live an good life. Rebekah, i'll see you on monday then.'' They nodded. ''Y/n, i would love it if you would come by again before you leave, i also have a daughter around they're age. Maybe they could meet.'' Wauw, Klaus mikealson, a father? i thought. ''Sure, that would be lovely.'' As i walk too the door and everyone is gone. I hear a voice behind me calling my name.

"Y/n..''

#elijah mikealson x reader #elijah x y/n #elijah mikealson imagine #klaus mikaelson #rebekah mikaelson #hayley marshall #twin girls #new orleans

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b0nnieba3 · 9 months

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I did something bad. (Chapter 1)

Abbyxf!reader fanfic

chapter 2 here

disclaimer: this isn’t proofread so if there’s spelling mistakes please don’t pitchfork my ass. hope yall enjoy ive never written smut in my life 😊😊

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contains: college abby, roommate abby, top abby, bottom reader, substance use(marijuana), praise, boob play, thigh play, dacryphilia

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New year, new school, and new house. You had moved in with Ellie and her new girlfriend Dina. You were all going to the same college and decided it would be easier to live in a flat together. It wasn’t a villa or anything, there was always something wrong. Whether it be plumbing issues or no electricity, you couldn’t spend a day in peace. Ellie had been your best-friend for as long as you can remember, you’ve both been dreaming to enter this school. You even received and opened your acceptance letters at the same time. You were inseparable really. Both of you got into an Ivy League on a full four year scholarship. Yet, when Dina came into the picture, Ellie subconsciously started pushing you away to make more room for her girlfriend.

Being the third wheel was exhausting, and Ellie and Dina were loud. Very loud. It was impossible to get a goodnight’s rest, so you decided to start going out at night. You weren’t going to be able to sleep anyway so might aswell take advantage of that. That’s when you met her: Tall, maybe 6’0; always wearing oversized sweaters that hid her body (connecticut was already freezing in september so it was understandable); blond with her hair always in a tight braid that pulled her features back just a little. You met her on your first run-out at the bar. She was the only one there with you. You didn’t know her name, only what she looked like. You had assumed she was older than you, you were only 18 with a fake ID entering bars just to get away from your horny roomates always having sex in the middle of the night. You wouldn’t really look in her direction, just casual glances nothing more. You guys talked only once, and she was the one who initiated the conversation.

“Hey you dropped something” she said, handing you your wallet.

At the time you didn’t say much but a quick “thanks” as you exited the bar. You thought it was nice of her, but when you turned around to look at her face, she seemed annoyed. It was definitely something you did, since you are always so nonchalant to everyone you talk to, quite condescending too. You’re just very irritable and people often don’t want to talk to you. Except Ellie, who still had a hard time getting through that thick shell of yours. So a simple thanks you tell someone will always be taken as annoyance. The fact that you didn’t even look at her in the eyes when she said it may have played a part in it too. It didn’t matter now, because you were convinced she probably hated your guts just for that. No way were you going to try to be friends with her after this.

In a couple days, you would be sitting in an auditorium with atleast a hundred people, listening to a professor explain biology at Yale University to a bunch of 18 year old that just left highschool. Ellie was going to be sitting next to you like you’d be hoping since the start of the school year. You’ve never sat next to anyone else.

You’ve dreamed of being a surgeon since you were four. Ellie was going down the path to become an astronaut. Biology was the only class you had in common with eachother so you wanted to spend as much time with her as possible.

Or so you thought.

“Hey Y/N, Dina wanted me to sit next to her I hope it’s not a problem.”

“She’s studying biology too?” you ask, slightly disappointed that Ellie left you by yourself. She could see you were upset, so she did her best to reassure you.

“You’re gonna be okay don’t worry, maybe you’ll meet someone and make new friends.”

“Don’t think I can do that.”

Ellie laughs, she knows you. She also knows you can take care of yourself. You’re just a little bit too dependent.

After a bit of a quarel, you relunctantly agree to sit somewhere else. The room is filled to the brim with students but the seat next to you is empty. “do i smell that bad?” you thought to yourself. You decide to rest your head in your arms on the table, waiting for the professor to start the class. It’s the first day so there’s obviously going to be tardy students. Still, the seat next to you remains as empty as ever.

“Class will be starting now, open your books to page 28.” said the teacher as he turned on the video-projector.

“Sorry I’m late! my alarm didn’t go off please excuse me sir.” said someone as they barged into the room. You were too lazy to lift your head up from the table to look at who it was. You hadn’t even taken out your book like the professor asked you to.

“Ms. Anderson you’re excused. It shall not happen again? understood?”

“Understood.” the girl replied.

“You can sit down now, no need to stay there.”

“There’s no empty seats sir.”

“There’s an empty seat right there, now go.” he replied, probably pointing towards you as you knew where the only seat left was.

Your head still in your arms, you didn’t bother to look at who your new seat-mate was. a quick greeting was exchanged but that didn’t make you budge an inch. 30 minutes into the lecture and you were still resting your head; half asleep, half listening to what the professor was saying. the teacher’s lecture was boring, and listening to him became harder and harder as your eyelids got heavier and heavier.

“Hey, do you have a pen i could borrow? i forgot mine at home” said a voice as you felt something cold pressing your shoulder.

You must have been sleeping because the sudden contact made your whole body jump.

“Huh? Wha-“ you rub your eyes with the palm of your hands as you slowly lift yourself up from the desk, eyes still closed.

“I asked if you had a pen?” said the voice a second time. You couldn’t understand what was happening around you but you quickly realised that this was the tardy girl sitting next to you asking you this. you grabbed the pen sitting on your left side, the side facing away from the girl and turned around to give it to her. And then you stunned.

“You!” you both said in unison, eyes wide open, jaw on the floor. soon your eyes narrowed themselves into thin slits as you examined the girl. She was doing the same, and she seemed even more shocked than you to find you here.

“You’re not 21?”

“You’re a freshman?” the girl replied back in a heartbeat.

Quick glances were exchanged between the two of you. Without saying a word you handed her the pen she asked. She struggled to take it out of your hands because your grip was so tight you were practically breaking the pen in half.

So this Ms. Anderson was the girl who frequented the same bar as you. And although you thought she was older than you, it turns out you both go to the same college.

And that’s where it started, her. For some reason, she was in every class, lecture, and after school club you had. She was everywhere. Constantly throwing a spanner in the works at everything you did. And the worse part is, she did everything she could to be paired with you. Not because she wanted to be friends, it was just to annoy you. She knew you didn’t like her and for some reason made it her life’s goal to fuck with you.

Yet you still didn’t know her name.

“Sorry I’m late!”

“Class started at 8, it is 8:20. Care to explain Anderson?”

“Traffic jam, sir”

“That’s another warning miss” the teacher replied.

“Yes sir I understand” Anderson sprinted towards the seat next to you and slumped on the chair. You grunted in displeasure.

“Hi Y/N! how’s it going?” she nagged you. You hated it.

“Good thank you.” you replied with the most irritated tone.

“Relax princess, I’m not here to bite you!” That’s another thing she did. Call you princess. You despised it and she knew. She knew damn well.

You never talked to her, she was always the one talking to you. Always starting and ending the conversations. Conversations that never lasted more than three sentences . She seemed extra riled up today, because you simply couldn’t get her to stop talking to you.

“Do you have a pen?”

“What time is it?”

“I’m hungry”

“What’s the answer to the 3rd question?”

“Can you pass me your notes? the professor is going to fast”

Shut the fuck up! you thought to yourself. Or not, you might’ve said it outloud yelling, judging by everyone’s face around you.

Shit.

“Woah there princess! No need to yell i’m right here!” she answered with a sly grin on her face.

“Will you stop talking?” you demanded, tightly wrapping your fingers around your pen as your head spun towards Anderson in disgust.

“You two at the back” said the professor as he pointed his stereotypical yellow ruler in your direction. “Out of my classroom now, I don’t need disturbance. You’ll wait in the halls till i allow you to leave”.

“But sir I-“ you exasperately try to defend yourself to no avail. Teacher doesn’t want to hear it.

You pack your things and head to the door, Anderson following closely behind. She’s laughing about it. God she’s so annoying.

You wait out in the hall for the professor until the lecture ends. 15 minutes of waiting, 15 minutes of Anderson bothering you with dumb questions. Will she ever shut up?

“Are you done?” you exhale.

“Done with what?” she looked at you dumbfounded.

“Done with this? all of this? being annoying?” you pause and examine her body language. she was confident, confident in the way she was exhausting you alright.

“No idea what you’re talking about” she said shrugging.

Before you could retaliate, the students started leaving, which meant that you’d soon be able to get away from this annoying prick polluting your college life.

“You two, back in here please” the teacher called out from his desk.

He handed a block of paper to you and left anderson empty handed.

“Why is she not getting any work?” you protested, glaring at the girl like she had just killed you dad.

“You’re going to be in a group project together. Since you both seem to love disrupting my class and making noise, i’ll let you two work together on this project.”

“What?” you gasped, your eyes rapidly switching from the teacher to anderson, like a game of ping pong.

“Awesome!” you heard her whisper as she got all excited. She was definitely doing this on purpose.

“You’ve got till the end of the semester to do this project.”

“Are we obligated to work in a group together?” you complained trying to bargain with him to let you work on it by yourself.

“No can do miss” he replied shaking his head to confirm what he was saying. “This project is worth half your grade this semester by the way!”.

Great, now you’re definitely stuck with her.

“Oh you and I are going to have so much fun doing this thing together” she snarked at you as your cheeks grew red out of fustration. You didn’t have time to get angry, you had another class soon. She would be there too as always, but what else were you to do but complain?

After a long and exhausting day of having anderson in your way, you finally headed back to your flat. Ellie and Dina were already there. You put your hand on the handle praying that they weren’t going at it on the couch.

“Hi Y/N!” Dina said as she greeted you with a warm hug. As much as you disliked it when Ellie made last minute plans with her, Dina was actually the sweetest person you knew.

“Hey Dina, I’m tired. I’m going to my room. Classes were too much today.”

“You’re not going to eat?” she worried. Dina was such a caring person, and a great chef too.

“I bet the food you made tastes great, I’m just not hungry.”

“I’ll save you a plate then.” Dina said as you dragged your legs to the staircase heading to your room.

“Ofcourse, thanks Dina.”

As soon as you entered your room, your whole body collapsed onto your bed. That girl was exhausting, you were practically never awake in the flat. Ellie and Dina had calmed down with the sex bit when you were there, which gave you the peace and quiet you needed to rest your delicate head on you pillows. Before you closed your eyes for good, you decidedly to check your socials. As you mindlessly scrolled through instagram, you saw a post ellie had shared on her story that peaked your interest.

“What the-“ you said as you began your little investigation.

That girl Anderson girl was in the picture, at the very left side. It was at a small get together with a dozen other people, you doubted that Ellie even knew what her name was. So instead you tried searching for her socials. She had none, zero socials. Your little Sherlock Holmes moment came to a halt. There was no use trying to figure out who this mystery girl was. You’ll just have to try reading that teacher’s attendance sheet, in the hopes you’ll find anderson’s first name.

***

“There’s a party at Jesse’s later at 9, you wanna come?” Ellie asked the next morning. It was a saturday so people were more likely to have fun.

“Who’s Jesse?” you responded with a mouthful of pancakes.

“He’s a friend of Dina’s. They met on campus earlier this year. He’s got a flat down 5 blocks from ours.”

“That’s not very far away.” you added. “Who’s gonna be there?”

“You, Dina, Me, Jesse, Abby, others” she counted the names on her fingers as she said them to you. “That’s who I know is coming, but it’s open invitation so we’ll probably be more than that.”

You knew Dina, Ellie and now Jesse, but who was Abby exactly?

“Who’s Abby?” you asked

“You don’t know who she is? You’re in the same classes and lectures as her. You guys sit next to eachother all the time!” Ellie exclaimed

Your mind goes blank for a couple of seconds, and quickly starts to process this new piece of information. And then your eyes snapped open as your body jumped from your seat.

“That Anderson girl’s name is Abby?” you yelp out in complete shock.

“Abigail, Abby for short, Abs if you’re friends. No one calls her Abigail, it’s what I’ve heard.” Ellie recited like she’s already said this to people a million times.

“Why is she invited?” you questioned as you angrily shove more and more pancakes in your mouth.

“I’m surprised you don’t know her name she’s quite known here. She’s also Owen’s friend”

“Who Owen?” you asked cluelessly.

“Oh yeah you don’t know Owen either!” Ellie exclaimed. “Who do you know then?”

You thought for a second. You never really go out to make friends, and often find yourself napping on your college notes.

“You…Dina. And apparently the Anderson girl”

“Her name is Abby.” Ellie corrected.

“I know, I don’t care”

Ellie typed something on her phone. A couple second later you received a message from her with an adress.

“That’s where the party will be and I want you to be there okay? Will you do it for me?” Ellie was so sweet with you, you knew it would kill her if you didn’t go. You sighed in defeat.

“Fine, I’ll be there I promise.”

Ellie smiled and thanked you for trying your best. She was doing everything she could to get you out of your shell, but it was hard. You hated seeing her sad so you decided to do this for her and her only. You’d just have to keep up with Abby the entire night.

You arrived at the party a couple minutes after Ellie and Dina. There were already so many people there, but Abby hadn’t arrived yet. “Thank god” you thought to yourself. Jesse’s flat was as bad as yours, the door to the kitchen was nonexistent and one of the windows were shattered. Atleast Dina, Ellie, and you weren’t the only ones struggling out here.

“You must be Y/N” said a tall asian man with a welcoming aura surrounding him.

“You must be Jesse I presume?”

“Yup, that’s me! Ellie told me alot about you. She also told me you were quite the reserved one.”

You squinted your eyes as you forced a half-assed smile.

“Yeah I guess I am…” You took another look at the house. It wasn’t as big as yours, probably had 3 rooms and a single shared bathroom like yours. Since Ellie amd Dina slept in the same bed, your flat had an extra room that nobody used. Ellie had talked about wanting to find a new roommate to fill in that void.

“Nice house” you said.

“It’s not that nice I’ll be honest. Especially when you live with two other dudes that for some reason never clean up after themselves.” He sighed as he glared at someone in the distance.

“Who’re your roommates?”

“Owen and Manny” he replied as he took a sip out of his red solo cup. “They’re actually a pain in the ass, such frat boys I swear…”

You look back to see who Jesse was staring at, assuming it was probably Owen and Manny. Ellie mentioned that Owen and Abby were friends and that’s how she probably ended up on those pictures you saw on instagram.

“He’s Anderson’s friend right? Owen? Ellie told me.” You said your head still facing away from Jesse as you continued to stare at the two idiots play fighting with eachother.

“Abby? Yeah they’re best-friends. The only thing separating them is the distance Abby has to drive to get to campus.”

After a nice conversation you found out that Jesse met Owen through craig’s list while searching for a roommate. You also found out that Owen was in almost all the same classes as you and when you asked Jesse if he knew what profession he was studying to get into, he answered “Medecine, I think.”. It made you think that maybe Abby had all the same classes as you because she also wanted to become a surgeon. Or maybe she picked all the same classes as you just to be a pest and annoy you at every chance she got. You preferred the second option.

And then she arrived. Your sworn enemy. Abby Anderson.

If you told anyone at this party that you considered Abby your arch-nemesis, they’d look at you like you were insane. Ellie was right, she was known. Especially with the girls. Everybody was greeting her, except you ofcourse.

“What’s up Princess? I didn’t know you’d be here, this made my night a hundred times better!” she exclaimed as she grabbed you by the shoulders.

“Can you not?” you sneered, she gently removed her hands off of you and dusted your top.

“My bad Princess I didn’t know you were so irritated today.”

You rolled your eyes and walked away, half consumed solo-cup in your hand. Abby followed you like a lost puppy, still blabbering about whatever. You definitely weren’t listening. You could see Ellie in the distance talking to Dina. That was your key to exit this conversation.

“Nice talking to you Anderson.” you said as you switfly escaped her.

You walked up to Ellie and Dina, who were talking about going on a weekend date to New York. Which meant you’d have the entire house to yourself.

“And when would this be happening” you asked as you interrupted their conversation.

“Next week probably, we’re going to see a musical together.” Dina explained with a smile on her face. Sometimes when you looked at Dina you understood why Ellie spent so much time with her. She was gorgeous.

“I’m gonna get another drink babe, I’ll be right back” Ellie said as she kissed her girlfriend.

“Okay!” she happily replied as she kissed her back.

You and Dina continued to talk for a bit about the musical they were going to be seeing. Talking with Dina was so heartwarming, she was such a great listener. You just got along very well with her, it makes you forgive Ellie for slowly pushing you away. You looked around to see where Ellie was, it had been 30 minutes since she said she’d be back. That’s when you saw her talking to Abby. What the hell could they even be talking about? You scoffed.

“Everything alright Y/N?” Dina asked as she rested her hand on your shoulder as a way to comfort you.

“Yeah I’m alright don’t worry.” You answered, angrily chugging down your drink as you stared menacingly at Abby. Abby noticed and smiled. You didn’t.

You walked away from Dina when she noticed you were looking in Ellie’s direction. You were all alone again. You didn’t mind. You knew basically nobody here unlike Abby, who was the life of the party. She was chugging down beers in near seconds as everyone chanted and cheered her on. She was having arm wrestling fights with every dude at the party, and she always came out on top. She was drunk out of her mind. This girl was a crazy drunk. She smashed a flower pot on her head for no reason just because Owen told her to. You could also see her try and fail miserably at flirting with the girls at the party. You couldn’t help but watch this mess unfold before your very eyes. You also watched as Owen and Manny dropped an ice cold bucket on Abby just because she was complaining that it was “burning in here”. Abby was a frat boy at heart.

Your cup was empty, you already had four drinks but you just needed an excuse to get away from a random couple making out on the couch where you were sitting. You were alone, Ellie and Dina nowhere to be found. You could’ve tried talking to Jesse a bit more but you didn’t know what to talk to him about, and he seemed too busy being drunk trying to hit on some random girl. The alcohol was starting to take effect on you. The typically cold weather in Connecticut seemed to be non existent all of the sudden. You were sweating like crazy which made your sweater uncomfortable to wear. It was sticking to your skin and you didn’t like that. You kinda wished another ice bucket was lying around. You took it off to cool down a little. You were wearing a nice dress under your top. It was knee length but somehow still kept you warm enough to not get frostbite. It hugged you in a nice way which made you love the dress.

Someone else at the party was also quite fond of what you were wearing, and thought it was an invitation to smack you right in the ass. You wriggled yourself at such lightspeeds the entirety of the contents in your cup escaped onto the floor, staining your dress in the process. Great.

“Hey, what the fuck?” you yell out as you placed your hand on the cheek that had just been hit.

“I want a piece of that!” yelled this obviously not sober dude at you as if you weren’t standing right front of him. “What a jerk” you thought. Before you could even begin to deal with this idiotic drunk guy, you saw someone charging at you from the corner of your eye. Not at you actually, at the pervert. In the blink of an eye, you watched as Abby ran from across the room to deliver the most vicious punch you’ve ever seen someone perform. It knocked the guy out cold, breaking his jaw in the process. He was lying down on floor, his mouth pooling in blood.

You were so focused on the guy that you didn’t even realise Abby was standing over him with nothing but a tank top. It was so tight you could see evey detail of her body. And her arms, oh her arms. They were so muscular and covered in patchworks. You’d never seen them before, she was always wearing loose sweaters, that made her look thrice as big. She did come in the party wearing a sweater but she probably had to remove it after having the bright idea of drenching herself in cold water. She was so muscular it was mesmerising. She was soaking from head to toe, which made her glisten under the living room light. You were devouring her with your eyes, you couldn’t take them off her. Maybe it was the alcohol you didn’t know. You didn’t want to know. Abby stretched her arms, which in result lifted up her shirt to reveal a tattoo on her lower abdomen, under her belly button where you could distinguish a silver naval piercing. You felt weird. “It’s just the alcohol” you thought. No way in hell were you getting butterflies over her! Not Anderson, never.

You watched as Abby kneeled down to completely obliterate an already unconscious guy on the floor. Her gaze was savage, she looked absolutely terrifying. Her lips were trembling, probably from the fact that she got ice dumped on her not even 10 minutes ago. Actual steam was coming off of her body. It was insane to watch. You weren’t the only one watching this scene unfold before your very eyes. She just kept punching and punching and punching and punching. At every swing, her tight braid became slightly undone, pieces of baby-hairs were falling onto her forehead everytime she struck him. She didn’t stop until Owen, Manny, and Jesse forcefully removed her from his practically dead body. She was extra strong, it was almost impossible to seperate her from the guy. Ellie came in to help and only with the power of four people did they successfully take Abby away from the dude.

“Party is over y’all, go home” Owen yelled out loud, only to be met with disgruntled drunks and loads of “Thanks jerk”. You couldn’t tell if they were directed at the pervert that assaulted you or Abby who assaulted him back.

“C’mon Y/N we’re going home too” Ellie said as she grabbed you by the shoulder to help you walk out the door.

Back in your room after a long and cold shower, you were beginning to sober up just a little. You started reminiscing today’s party and the event that lead to it’s demise. You didn’t understand why Abby would beat up a guy for you, and why you felt that way when seeing her do it. Were you developing a crush on your arch-nemesis?

“Hell to the fucking no.” you said out-loud as you twisted yourself to the side, eventually falling asleep.

***

It was a couple days after the incident, Abby was still as annoying as always, but something changed in the way you too interacted with eachother. Atleast on your end. You became meaner and meaner as a way to make Abby unaware of how you felt about her during the party, but you were failing miserably. She just simply wouldn’t let go. You’d go as far as insult her to her face and all she could do was laugh.

“You ok Princess? You’ve been very grumpy lately.”

“Anderson you’re so fucking annoying” you replied angrily.

Abby was examining you, her face seemed very focused, like she was looking for something. You couldn’t help but stare back at her. Until you were caught.

“Was it something I said?” she asked with an eyebrow raised. What was she even talking about?

“Ofcourse it’s something you said! You’re always in my way, constantly being a prick!” you called out, thinking her whole ordeal was finally over.

“No, not that.” she paused. “You’re blushing like crazy..”.

Were you? surely not, she was most definitely lying.

“Liar.”

“Am not! Just look at yourself!” she grabbed her phone out of her pocket, and handed it to you with the camera app open. She was lying. Which in result did make your cheeks heat up from the blood rushing to them, out of frustration.

“God I love messing with you.” she laughed as she walked away, forgetting her phone was still in your hands. You just stood there, not knowing what to do. You didn’t want to run after her to give her the phone back so you decided it was best for you if you dropped it off at the lost and found.

You were about to drop it off for good when curiosity got the best of you. You wanted to check if she really did have no socials. Her phone was unlocked, there was no password. She truly did not have any social media, except dating apps. Like alot of them. most of them were lesbian dating apps, maybe she was trying to get a girlfriend? You saw her flirt with a bunch of girls at Jesse’s so the apps were perhaps unsuccessful. You didn’t want to check, it didn’t matter anyway.

“Okay maybe just her profile I won’t check anything else.” and that’s what you did, you opened her Her account and stalked her profile. “She’s been to Seattle? Huh” you said as you scrolled through her pictures. That made you even more curious, so you decided to check her gallery. Something in you just really wanted to find something that could ruin her social life and make here not talk to you ever again. Her photos were more than normal, lots of landscape pictures, college notes, selfies with friends. There wasn’t anything peaking your interest. Except maybe her schedule that you airdropped to yourself.

“There’s got to be something!” you said as you continued to frantically search through Abby’s personal life. And then you found it. Bingo.

It was a picture of Abby, with nothing but a towel on her hips, sitting down flexing all her abs flexing. She was still wet from the shower she had probably taken moments before this picture was captured. Her blond hair was covering her chest, but you could still see the general shape of her breasts. They were small, and quite nice looking. You couldn’t help but stare. Which made you forget you were in broad daylight, going through someone else’s phone, mouthwatering over their nudes.

“This is insane why am I doing this.” you whispered to yourself.

Yet this made you want to see what else she was hiding. You kept scrolling, noticing that every picture after that were nothing but nudes. Abby’s body on full display. Nothing else.

“Who the hell is she sending these to?”

You continued to scroll, until a video popped up. It was the kind of video you would hate for someone to see if they were scrolling through your gallery. It was a video Abby had taken, from her point of view, of a girl she was giving backshots to. You were so captivated by the video you didn’t notice Jesse tapping you on your shoulder.

“Oh my god!” you gasped as you quickly turned off the phone and placed it in your pocket.

“How’s it going Y/N?” he asked.

“Oh hi Jesse, I’m doing great thanks.” you said as you tried calming down.

“Did I scare you? I’m sorry”

“No need to apologise, it’s okay.” you reassure him, hoping he hadn’t seen what you were watching.

“Did you loose something? Saw you were headed to the lost and found…” he questioned as he turned his face to look at the place you were supposed to drop Abby’s phone off to.

You hesitated for a second.

“No, actually. I just remembered where I put it. Thanks Jess!” you thanked him as you sprinted away, leaving him dumbfounded.

“Thank? You?” he replied, very confused.

As you walked away, you took the phone out of your pocket again, curious as to what other videos Abby had hidden on there. It was nothing but sex. nudes, sex, nudes, sex. It was never ending. Wasn’t she scared to get caught with such contents on her phone?

“This is so wrong.” you snapped back into reality, placing the phone as deep in your bag as you could, until you forgot it was even there.

You were now home, after dinner, revising your notes, when you got a text from an unknown number.

“Hey Princess, It’s Abby.

We still haven’t started working on that mandatory group project and I really don’t want to make you fail this class, so It’d be cool if we met up at the library?

PS: i hope those pictures on the phone you didn’t give back were good enough for you.”

Silence, nothing but silence. You felt a pit form in your stomach, your throat was knotting and your palms were sweaty. She knew you would try to snoop around her stuff and planned this whole thing from start to finish. She wanted you to find the pictures. And it worked, it worked so fucking well.

“How the fuck did you get my number?” you nervously typed

“Ellie was nice enough to lend me a hand”

Ofcourse it was Ellie. You left your room running to find Ellie watching a movie on the couch with Dina.

“Why did you give my number to Anderson?” you angrily demanded. Ellie signalled to Dina that she should leave for a moment.

“She said you guys had an important group-project due for one of your classes and you hadn’t even begun to do it! I thought I was doing a nice thing why are you mad Y/N?”

You sighed out of fustration, not knowing what to say. You weren’t going to tell you best friend you found and kept staring at abby’s nudes for the last couple of hours.

“Atleast tell me you’re giving me number away to someone.”

“Alright I’m sorry. You’re right I should’ve told you first.” Ellie said, she was genuinely sorry. You forgave her in a heartbeat. You could never get mad at Ellie. As you two hugged it out, you noticed a particular sent coming off of her.

“You smell like weed”

“I know” she replied, still in the hug

“Why do you smell like weed?”

“Haven’t you noticed the weed garden in the backyard?” Ellie pulled away from the hug to point out the window. You never went into the backyard, so you definitely didn’t notice Ellie growing pot out there.

“No actually…I haven’t.” you looked at Ellie as she slightly giggled. “Are you dealing drugs?”

“I’m the number one weed dealer on campus!” she proudfully said out loud.

“You’re in an Ivy League, I don’t think this is something you should be proud of.”

Ellie laughed as you stayed there, lookinf at her with the most confused face ever.

“What’s so funny I’m being serious! What if you get expelled?”

“I’ve literally smoked with my professors i’ll be alright. This isn’t the 2010’s anymore you don’t go to prison for selling weed” Ellie said, pulling out a joint from her back pocket. “You wanna have a go?”

You hesitated but Ellie said it was okay so you agreed to smoke, just a bit. Dina came back in to join you guys. The smoking session was was good it made you forget all your current stresses in life. The weed must’ve been so good for Ellie and Dina that they started making out on the couch. That was your cue to leave, because you knew that in about two seconds, all their clothes would be on the floor.

You were lying down on your bed, stomach to the ceiling, mindlessly scrolling through your socials. There was nothing interesting, no exiting news, no music to listen to, nothing. Yet, you kept thinking about Abby’s message. Over and over and over and over again. You were scared that you got caught, but also didn’t want to give the phone back. If you did she would know you were guilty.

“I should’ve just dropped it off” you sighed as you turned off your phone.

“she’s gonna be begging for the phone I have to give it back” you thought to yourself. You turned the phone back on and sent abby a message.

“Library tomorrow at four, i’ll bring the phone”.

And there you were, the next day, in the library waiting for Abby to get there.

“She’s late.” you said, your arms crossed. “I said 4 it’s 4:15”.

You sat down and got to work. You weren’t going to wait for her. You’d just drop her phone off at the lost and found like you were supposed to do. A couple of minutes later, she finally arrived.

“Don’t say anything I know I’m late, I got held up by…uh…something.” she stuttered trying to find the right words.

“Sit down we have work to do.” your eyes were glued to your screen as you typed frantically on the keyboard. “I have your phone, take it.” you handed the phone, your eyes still concentrated on the screen.

During your study session, Abby was quieter than usual. She only ever talked to you to ask you something regarding the project. It felt bizzare, you didn’t like it.

“Why are you acting like this?” you finally snapped.

“Like what?”

“You’re so…normal all of the sudden?” you gestured towards her as you frowned.

Abby looked at you, tilting her head to the side.

“Would you rather I’d be annoying the fuck out of you like I do on a daily basis? Need I remind you this thing is worth half of our grade this semester?”

“So you do do it on purpose!” you clapped back.

“Do I?” she grinned as you rolled your eyes. There she was, the Abby you know.

“Just get back to work we’re almost done with this first part.”

At the end of the day, you and Abby ended up getting pretty far into the project. She was actually really smart and determined. She didn’t say anything about the phone after you gave it back to her. You thought it was better that way. You still had her schedule on your phone. You hadn’t even taken a glance at it. When you did you saw how similar your schedules were, the only thing that changed was her being in the women’s rugby club. With her build, it made alot of sense for her to be playing that sport.

The next few day were suspiciously normal. Abby was still sitting next to you in every class. Everything was way too normal for your taste. Even when you thought she’d go back to her roots and make you want to rip your hair out, she didn’t. It drove you mad. You had no idea what she had in store for you.

On friday, Dina and Ellie had already left for New York and asked if you could take care of groceries. You hadn’t seen Abby all day today, a rare phenomenon that you wished would happen all the time. And your roommates wouldn’t be here for a whole weekend you’d have the house all to yourself. A literal paradise.

Actual hell was standing in front of you when you got back from the store.

“What the hell are you doing here?” practically screamed out loud, dropping the groceries on the floor.

Abby held out her hand, trying to get you to shake it. You were so shocked to see her here you couldn’t even move a muscle.

“Hi Princess! nice house.” she took her hand away as she noticed you wouldn’t be shaking it anytime soon.

“I asked you what you were doing here.” you repeated, seeing her face in your house, thr only place she usually never was, made you so mad you felt like you were popping multiple blood vessels from being so infuriated.

“I’m your new roommate, get used to it.” something in her tone shifted, it felt threatening but so hot at the same time. You gasped quietly as she said it, getting so close to you, looking at you up and down. You felt weak, defeated even. You finally understood why Abby and Ellie were talking at the party last week.

You and Ellie were going to have a long, very long conversation as soon as she got back from New York.

***

Having Abby around at home was the worst thing that could ever happen to you. She was constantly playing music extremely loud, which made it impossible for you to study or get an inch of sleep. She’d also bring so many girls home, probably from those dating apps you saw on her phone. It hadn’t even been a day since she moved in, you’d already seen atleast four girls walk in and out of the house. You really wanted to ask Ellie what went through her head to choose a roommate like her, but Ellie told you contacting her during her trip was useless. She’d have her phone on DND the entire time. You were stuck here, with her.

She didn’t talk to you once the entire day, you were more than ready to tell her to fuck off if she did. You knew she would eventually do it. Abby’s music taste was actually really good, you’d often catch yourself humming the tunes or shazaming the songs to add to your playlist. You wouldn’t ever tell her that. Way too embarrassing. But it was super loud, you couldn’t get anything done around the house. This had to end now.

You walked up the stairs to her room, conveniently placed right in front of yours. Music blasting from the other side of the white door. You knocked on it a few times. No answer.

“Anderson!” you called out. Still no answer. You started banging on the door, trying to get her attention.

You heard the door unlock, and Abby slowly appearing in front of you, she was towering over you, her arm leaning on the door frame, eyeing you up and down. You could see a girl, bare-chest sitting on the bed, waiting for Abby to come back to bed. The sheets were turned upside down, pillows and clothes on the floor. The comforter was halfway on the bed halway dragging across the carpet. Abby was in her bra and a short she probably put on seconds before opening the door. The strap harness was peaking out of the shorts, which made you stare directly at her hips. Abby noticed but didn’t say anything, she only smiled.

“Turn that shit down I can’t concentrate.” you pestered, glancing at the girl on Abby’s bed.

“I can’t, sorry Princess.” she apologised without really apologising.

“And why is that?”

Abby pointed back to the girl with her thumb.

“Would you rather listen to her moan and scream my name? I’m doing you a favour sweetheart.”

You sighed and rolled your eyes. She was right, you didn’t want to hear some girl scream Abby’s name. You also didn’t want to hear music blasting 24/7 in your ears. Especially if it wasn’t your music. You had to make a decision.

“I don’t care, turn the music off. She can scream all she wants just don’t blast music around me.”.

“Alright Princess, you asked for it.”

You mocked her words, rolling your eyes so far back you could see the inside of your head.

“Make fun of me all you want, soon enough you’ll be the one looking down on my tramp stamp. I promise you that Princess.” Abby muttered into your ear.

You stopped, cheeks flushed, heart beating fast. “What was that all about?” you wondered. She was practically ogling you, glaring at your eyes. She scoffed and slammed the door on your face, leaving you in the hallway.

back in your room, you sighed in relief as you heard the music stop completely. But soon enough the moans and screams started, and you couldn’t stand it. You weren’t going to get up and tell her that you changed your mind, no. That would mean defeat. You’ll just have to endure. Endure by slamming your pillow into your face and screaming as loud as you can.

Abby heard your cries of agony, and probably thought it would be funny to make even more noise. Which again, drove you mad.

Even with your noise cancelling headphones, the sounds coming from Abby’s bedroom still tickled your eardrums. You were tired, you needed sleep. You put on some music and went to bed, not caring about anything else other than yourself.

The next morning, you woke up later than usual. Ellie and Dina would be back this evening and you wanted to make sure the house was clean at their arrival. You’d have to do everything by yourself ofcourse, because you hated the only other person in the house and weren’t going to ask them for help.

Sweeping and mopping the floor like a maniac with music blasting in your ears was like therapy to you. It helped you focus, but also didn’t help when someone was trying to get your attention.

“I’m talking to you!” Abby snapped her fingers at you.

You quickly removed your headphones off of your head and let them rest on your shoulders, music still playing.

“What?” you annoyingly rolled your eyes. What could she possibly want now…

“Why are you mopping the floors?”

“Why do you think Anderson?” you mocked her, she looked at you with a poker face eyeing you up and down.

“I don’t know you tell me” she leaned against the wall as she smirked.

You scoffed and put your music back on. Abby wasn’t having it, she grabbed the device and yanked it off of you.

“Hey! What the fuck?” you yelped out trying to reach your headphones.

“No you’re not getting this back with that attitude of yours!” she teased as you got flustered and impatient.

“You know exactly why i’m cleaning right now why the fuck are you doing all this?”

Abby put the headphones on bookshelf next to her.

“Because it makes you look pathetic!” she laughed, and laughed and laughed as you stood there and watched this girl fold herself in two. Then she stopped, stopped and stared at you with such daring eyes. Confidence was radiating from her core. She had you paralysed, unable to move unable to speak. She leaned into your ear, her breath hot and heavy down your neck. You bit your lip, eager to find out what she was going to tell you. The sensation felt oh too familiar, it was just like last night, when she promised you she’d have you sucking on her cock. She breathed in, you held your breath.

“It turns me on” she slowly whispered into your ear. You gasped, letting out a small moan that reached Abby’s own ears. She smiled and walked away, leaving you with your mop, headphones and rampant imagination.

“Hey Y/N me and Dina won’t make it back till tuesday, i hope that’s okay with you.” you were listening to your voicemails, and were now left dumbfounded at this new piece of information. You still hated Abby and didn’t know how you would survive another two days alone with her. But you also wanted something to happen between the two of you, and you’ve been thinking about it, thinking about her. Thinking about her fucking you.

She hadn’t brought that many girls that day, probably because she understood you needed some time to clean. At around 9 pm, a girl walked through the door and greeted you with a smile.

“You don’t need to talk to me she’s upstairs on your right.” you pointed to the stairway as the girl nodded in embarrassment.

Most of the girls that Abby would have sex with were all from your university, some of them you’ve seen in your lectures, others you’ve conversated with.

Since the girls wouldn’t be back for now, you decided to go into your room and finish studying for the night. Abby may be annoying but she hasn’t played any music since you asked her to refrain from doing so around you. Which you found quite endearing of her. It’s not that you hate music or anything she listens to. It’s just so loud and loud music that doesn’t come from your own headphones makes you feel nauseous.

Sitting in your desk, music playing, twirling your pen between your fingers: You couldn’t concentrate. The music wasn’t hitting right, you just kept skipping and skipping each songs. It was as if you had developed an allergy to music. You turned off your phone and sat in your bubble of silence, head in your hands as you stared at your notes.

You couldn’t study anymore, your mind was too distracted to focus. You put your notes to the side and lied down on your bed, taking your headphones off in the process. Lying on your back, facing the ceiling, arm spread to each side, you could hear the cries of pleasure coming from the room 3 feet from your door. You couldn’t focus and you could sleep. You couldn’t do anything. You could only heed the words that came out of the girls mouth.

“Abby.”

“Abby…”

“Fuck, Abby!” over and over again.

Her name was plastered on your mind, you couldn’t shake her off your thoughts. Soon enough you found yourself imagining what it would be like if you were the one in that room. If you were the one she was kissing, biting, making love to. If you were the one she was fucking with praise, the one she was making sure felt good, the one she was making sure had hickeys in places only she could see.

Making up scenarios was the cure to your insomnia, because you ended up falling asleep as your imagination did its work.

You fell asleep thinking about yourself being one of abby’s one night stands. Or maybe even more than that…

“Shit…” you whispered to yourself as you woke up from the sound of your alarm. All the thoughts and sexual fantasies you had about your roommate last night suddenly came back. You were so embarrassed, if mind reading was a thing abby would be making fun of you right now. You just know it, it’s in her nature to do so.

You left your room to go downstairs, abby hadn’t woken up yet. You rubbed your eyes and lazily dragged your feet to the kitchen. You grabbed a box of cereal, milk, a bowl and a spoon, and slumped yourself on the dining table. In the course of you preparing your breakfast , you couldn’t help but picture abby bending you over the kitchen counter to eat you out.

“It’s 7 in the morning…” you say to yourself out loud.

“Yeah good morning to you too princess” said an all too familiar voice.

“Not you…” you huffed, barely able to keep your head up. Seeing her stand in front of you right now made the sexual thoughts even more prominent. You hid your gaze from her as you looked down at your unappealing bowl of cereal.

Abby shrugged and grabbed her keys from the shelf next to the front door.

“Seems you’re not in the mood for a nice morning talk. I’m going for a run if you need me just call.”

“Never gonna happen.” you tell her as she leaves the house. The loud bang of the front door shutting shook you awake. You took one last peak at your breakfast before deciding to throw it in the trash.

“I need a blunt.”

You went outside to ellie’s weed garden. You didn’t think Ellie would mind if you took a couple grams, and incase she does, you had 20 bucks waiting for her in your pockets. There wasn’t much to find, Ellie must’ve already harvested the leaves, which meant the weed was probably in her roo already bagged.

You ran back into the house, and into Ellie’s room. You searched all over for her stash untill you opened her closet.

“Oh my god that’s alot of weed” you exclaimed outloud.

You took a look at the neatly organized weed shelf, wondering where Ellie kept her excess clothes.

“She must sell pretty well if she’s got that much on her right now.” you said as you grabbed a bag of weed. It was a little blue ziploc bag of about 3.5 grams. You dropped a 20 dollar bill on her night stand. To smoke the weed you would need something to roll it with and a lighter, which Ellie probably had somewhere in her room. And she did, It was in her nightstand drawer.

Back downstairs, you were sitting on the couch, rolling yourself a blunt as the tv played some random show you didn’t care about. You had a hard time doing the movement with your fingers but you eventually got it.

Now there you were, smoking your weed, watching tv without really watching it. You felt at peace, with your mind finally being quiet. There was nothing in this world that could disturb your peace. Absolutely nothing. You felt like everything was unreal, you felt like you were floating in the air. Every hit you took made your contracted muscles relax bit by bit. Yoo hadn’t felt like this in a while. You laid in a noce position, head laying over the arm rest, looking back at the front door, your view was upside down which was trippy but you enjoyed it.

You heard the door unlock, Abby was back. She looked at you and laughed, before dropping her stuff on the floor.

“Smells good in here. What’ya smoking princess?”

“My problems away…” you groaned before smoking your blunt again.

“Cool. Scooch, I wanna smoke too.” Abby said as she lifted your legs off the couch to have some space to sit down.

You rolled your eyes and moaned in displeasure. This was your moment not hers and you didn’t want to share this blunt.

“Can’t you get your own weed?”

Abby took the blunt out of your hands. You didn’t fight back amd just let her have a go. You weren’t in the mood for any bickering, you were just here to relax.

You watched as Abby brought the jay to her and wrapped her lips around the tip. You couldn’t take your eyes off of her, and when she handed it back to you, you were still mesmerised by her pouty and glistening lips.

“Y/N? the weed.” she waved her hand in front of your face, pulling you out of the trance. “You seem thoughtful, what are you thinking about?” she asked as she readjusted herself on the couch.

You looked at her in the eyes for what seemed like an eternity.

“I forgot” you grabbed the marijuana from her hands and smoked it.

You both sat there watching tv, smoking a doja. Abby kept trying to start a conversation but you were so out of it that the only thing you would answer was a quick “uhuh” with your eyes glued to the show playing. You had no idea what show was playing, and neither did Abby, who’s conversation started were making less and less sense.

“Do you think penguins have sex?” Abby asked as she stared at the popcorn ceiling.

“how the fuck do you think they populate the southern hemisphere.”

“Mitosis?”

“What’s wrong with your toes?” you questioned, your eyebrow raised to the sky.

“Y/N what the fuck are you talking about?” she laughed, hauling you in her guffawing.

“I don’t even know, I’m so high!” you wiped your tears of laughter from your face as Abby twisted herself all over the place from laughing so hard.

You both laughed and laughed, something that wouldn’t be happening if it wasn’t for the drug in your system. You stopped laughing just to look at Abby, and all of a sudden all those thoughts you’ve been having about her came back. This time, you didn’t want them to go away, you embraced them fully.

“I’ve been thinking about you, you know?” Abby looked up, shocked at what you had just said.

“Why’s that? are you thinking about murdering me in my sleep or something?”

“Yes, but that’s not what I’m talking about.” you explained, your eyes gazing into hers.

“Then what is it?”

Her eyes were dull and reddish. her braid was loose and her naval piercing was peeping through her lifted tshirt. She probably forgot to readjust it when was folding herself in two laughing. You couldn’t stop staring, and it made the thoughts of her louder and louder. What she had said the other night just kept replaying in your head overand over again: “It turns me on”.

“Sexual thoughts.” you confessed.

Abby’s eyes flew wide open, it was as if you had dropped a bomb in front of her. She blinked a few times whilst looking at you, thinking she was dreaming.

“I’m going to be honest, I was just messing with you. I really like seeing you embarrassed.” Abby muttered in embarrassment. She didn’t think her flirting would end up like this.

“I don’t care, I can’t stop thinking about you and what I want you to do to me.”

She didn’t say anything and just looked at you. No words were exchanged, no giggle, no sigh, no nothing. It was only the both of you in this world.

“And what exactly am I doing in that imagination of yours?” she incquired, a smile on her face.

You got up from the couch, and slowly walked up to her, sitting on her lap, face to face. Her face was bright red but she pretended like it wasn’t. She was hesitant to put her hands on you but you gave her a looked that said: “I want you to, please do it.”

“I’d rather just show you.”

“You can show me and explain it at the same time.” Abby said as you brought yourself closer to her, inches away from her nose.

“Well, first of all, I don’t have a top on.” you said as you took your pyjama shirt off. You didn’t have anything else on. Your nude chest was in full front view of Abby, who couldn’t stop looking at it. “And you’re looking at them with your hands…” you added as you grab her hands from your waist and place them on your breasts. You hands were wrapped around her wrists. She was silent, letting you speak without interrupting. She fondled your boobs like dough, gently brushing your nipples with her thumbs. She seemed so focused on what she was doing. It was hot. Very hot. She was very hot. Maybe it was the weed talking or these were your own thoughts. Abby seemed scared to look at you in the eyes, like an infant being scolded by their parents, her head down staring at your boobs. You grabbed her by the back of her hand, running your fingers through her braid as you pulled her head back. You watched as her eyes wandered away from yours, awkwardly glancing over at the dinner table. “Eyes up here Anderson” you exclaimed as you rested your lips on hers. You were a mess, kissing her like you’ve never been kissed before. Your breasts were pressing on Abby’s collarbone, her hands back on your waist as you continued playing with her hair, undoing her braid in the process. You moaned into the kiss as she slowly slid her hand down your short, twisting her fingers around your undergarment, her thumb placed in the crevace of your thigh. She groaned as you moved from her lips to her neck. She was quiet when she was with you, it wasn’t like with those girls.

“You’re usually louder than this.”

“What do you mean?” Abby asked intrigued and slightly confused.

“When you’re fucking those girls, you don’t scruple to be loud.” you tell her, each words hanging by a thread of jealousy and envious sexual desire.

Your words rang through abby’s head, like a wake up call. Suddenly, she took the lead. She kissed you like she needed it. Like she needs air to breath. Like she was starving, practically eating your face off. The heat of her breath in your mouth, her groans travelling through the air.

“Please…” you whispered into her ear.

“If you want something you’re gonna have to tell me, I can’t guess.”

“I need you, please.” you whimpered, breath shaky as she kissed your chest, licking your nipples and sucking them. They were hard and sensitive, her kissing made you beg for more. You could barely contain yourself. She stopped and stares at you as you found yourself grinding on her thigh, the fabric of her sweatpants creating the perfect friction for you to pleasure yourself on.

“Holy shit.” is the only thing she could think of saying. She lifted her leg slightly, making you slide closer to her. She was in awe at your movements, how your hips had a mind of their own. She kept repeating the phrase “You’re so beautiful.” over and over again. You were practically crying trying desperately to finish. Abby thought it was hot seeing you so tearful.

“Do you need my help princess?” Abby asked. You quickly nodded as you bit your lip. Abby grasped you by your sides, and started moving you on her thigh. you were a complete mess, barely able to form a sentence.

“You’re doing so good.” Abby said, amazed by your presence. Deep down she knew this might not last long, and that soon enough the weed would lose it’s effect on you and you would go back to your old ways.

“I need to cum.” you stammered, falling apart at every feel of your clit grazing the fabric of abby’s tracksuit.

“You can do it on my thigh. You deserve it.” and that’s exactly what you did. her thigh was covered in your fluids. some of it got on the couch too. Abby didn’t care, she didn’t care at all. You were deeply exhausted from the weed and the sex, you could barely hold yourself up.

“So tired…” you mumbled as you collapsed on Abby’s shoulder. She shook you in an attempt to wake you up but was unsuccessful. She picked you and threw you over her shoulder, heading to the bathroom to wash you off.

Holy shit, you just had sex with Abby Anderson.

#abby tlou #abby the last of us #abby anderson #firsttumblrpostholyshit #idk what tags to put cuz idk what is even happening #I LOVE ABBY SHES SO HAWT #this was supposed to be a personal fanfic but i decided to be nice and share it to the world #lesbian sex is like art to me #abby x fem!reader #writing a college fic but idk how college works #dacryphilia

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bookwhizz · 10 months

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I need Dan Heng×Blade but Dang Hengs sad and him and kafka visit the express again and he finds Dan Heng crying.

(This is the perfect idea maybe ill post a longer one on ao3 omg)

(Also im so sorry if this is bad i just woke up after sleeping for 13 (CORRECTION:14) hours)

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Blade and Kafka (uninvited) visit the Astral Express again, which, confused everyone, but they didn't want to cause harm.

Everyone was in the same room as them, to make sure nothing happened. Except for Dan Heng.

Blade was obviously upset. He wanted to maybe get eachother to fight, or maybe tease him.

He turns to Himeko since he doesn't know the rooms.

"Would you mind telling me where Dan Heng is? He's... not here."

"He's in the Archives Room, likely sorting out documents.."

Himeko didn't get Blade to listen to the end of her sentence, instead he just quickly ran to the archives room and opened the door. Without knocking.

He walked in uninvited, but obviously with great timing, as Dan Heng was in his bed, crying. His eyeliner smudged his face, and his eyes were puffy from crying. No. Who made him cry? No ones allowed to make him cry other than Blade, so who did it?

Blade dropped everything he had and sat on his knees next to the crying man.

"Dan Heng? Is everything... alright?"

All Dan Heng showed was recognition in his eyes. He wouldn't stop crying. He wouldn't look up. Was he in pain? Deep sorrow? He just kept breathing in harshly and tried to keep his crying at minimal sound..

"Dan Heng, please, talk to me.."

Blade was really, really worried. He usually doesn't show it, but, hes alone with Dan Heng. And he's crying.

Blade didn't know much about how to help people when they're upset, but, he knew they liked hugs, so thats what he did.

He wrapped Dan Heng in his arms and squeezed. He didn't get if he was doing it right, but he wanted to help Dan Heng. He leaned into his shoulders, hoping that his presence would atleast somehow help Dan Heng.

Dan Heng just kept on repeating muffled apologies that Blade told him didn't matter anymore.

After what felt like only a bit of time, Blade started crying.

Was he crying? He hasn't cried in so many years. It felt.. nice, to cry over someone like this.

After a while, they both settled down and Dan Heng let his arms hang on Blade while he leaned his head on the top of Blade's.

He closed his eyes. He really was tired from crying. Dan Heng slept first, he looked so peaceful to Blade. He knew that he should go before someone suspected anything, but... it was so warm, comforting. He just wanted to sleep, too.

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(Meanwhile outside the Archives Room)

[In Kafkas Phone]

<text message from Elio:

"Hey wanna see something cute">

<Kafka:

"You know what, sure, why not.">

<Elio:

"Go take a picture of Blade and Dan Heng in the Archives Room for everyone, pretty pleeaassee? Just don't send it to him">

<Kafka:

"Challenge accepted.">

#hsr fanart #honkai star rail #honkai fanart #blade x dan heng

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dynjas · 1 year

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Here's the list of writing prompts I’m gonna use. If u want to read something next pls let me know. The full lists can be found in my reblogs if you're interested. These here are sorted out to my liking :)

(these are 15 Word pages, omg)

“first comes love, then comes marriage~”- teasing dialogue over a crush

prompt list by @novelbear

"seriously? [name]? that's who you've been crying about for weeks?"

"i invited them over." "shut up, you did not."

"don't look but they're right behind you- I SAID DON'T LOOK??"

"aww someone's finally got their first crush~"

"is he cute? i bet he's cute let me see-"

"well now you have no choice but to text them, oops!"

"your ears got so red, it was hilarious."

"none of what you said made any sense, i can't believe they have you this flustered."

"should i try to ask around? i think you might actually have a chance- what do you mean no??"

"what- i was NOT smiling like that i have no clue what you're talking about."

"please, you were smiling like the cheshire cat when he came over. be serious."

"if him coming over actually gets you to do the dishes then i might have to get his number myself, damn..."

"i better be the first one you invite to your wedding!"

"so...are you finally going on that date or....?"

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roommates to lovers dialogue (but they’re scared to confess)

prompt list by @novelbear

“how do i look? do you think i overdressed for a [event]?” “no, you look perfect.”

“i’m so glad we moved in together.”

“no, you can stay. i don’t mind.”

“please don’t leave yet.”

[talking to a friend]“we live together! do you know how much i’ll mess things up if they don’t feel the same?”

“you looked pretty lonely in there, how about a sleepover in my room tonight?”

“you’ve been talking about this for months so i figured that maybe if i got it for you, you’d shut up.” “i love you.”

“i hate changing these stupid batteries, i can never reach the smoke alarm.” “get down, then, i’ll do it.”

“did you get me flowers?” “it was for decoration.” “..in my room?”

“i need to tell you something. and i need you to not hate me when i do.”

“happy new year.” “should we kiss?” “what?” “what?”

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"i wanna be closer to you"

@urfriendlywriter |

hugs that feels like clench in your heart because you don't know when u might see them again

"don't let go yet" "i won't, sweetheart"

running into their arms after a long time ♡ and fitting right in

hoping it's them whenever the bell rings

just looking into each other's eyes while cuddling

always touching each other because they miss the feel of your skin against theirs

holding hands until their fingertips reach out of grasp

yearning kisses when they press their palm against your cheek, slightly lifting you up. never getting enough and parting lips always wanting more

feeling heart wrench when you see their face while they leave

when they're excited to show you something they're proud of through face time.

when they break into tears as soon as they see you. and the hug after

them having your picture as their wallpaper

"i--i have a day off tomorrow, do you want go somewhere?" "i just want to be in your arms, no matter where."

"atleast we share the same moon. it's so pretty that it reminds me of you"

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(flirty) training/ sparring/ injury prompts

character A giving B instructions on how to bandage their wounds

^ *wince* ”would it kill you to be gentle?” “if you didn’t want it to hurt, you PROBABLY SHOULDN’T HAVE GOTTEN STABBED IN THE FIRST PLACE”

classic; A getting behind B to help them hold their weapon properly, guiding their arm, which just ends up in both of them getting flustered

“someone likes being pinned down”

“…” “i’m fine i swear” “..are you serious rn” “it’s just a dislocated shoulder! i’ll be as good as new”

medic x hero/villain/something that requires fighting yk and they’re always worried ab their partner because the careless mf is always getting hurt

(works best for enemies to lovers) after a particularly intense session, A helps B patch up their wounds which requires B taking off their shirt, and A is definitely not staring wdym

^ also B noticing the staring and being the cocky asshole that they are, feels the need to comment on it “like what you see?”

as a threat, “i’m going to mess you up so bad you’re not going to be able to walk for a week” while the response is; “is that a promise?”

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falling in love prompts

➼ "Please don’t touch me. I can’t fall any deeper."

➼ "This is all your fault. If only you weren’t so fucking beautiful and smart and funny and perfect, I might not have fallen for you.

➼ "I might be going a little crazy thinking about B." *C raises an eyebrow*. "Fine. Maybe a lot more than a little"

➼ "I want you to be my first and my last."

➼ "Are you in love with them?" "If I’m not already, I’m damn close to being."

➼ "We’re friends, right?" "I didn’t know friends kiss each other."

➼ "But…how could you love me?" "How could I not?"

➼ "I think I hate you a little for making me adore you so much."

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flirty prompts

"love, can't you see how wrecked i am for you?"

"be gentle with me, love, will you? I'm a soft lad :) "

"you have no idea how much i want you"

"i lay down every night hoping i could hold you in my arms."

holding gazes while their lips remain partly open!!! like they're outta breath

leaning towards you with a suggestive smirk

"mind saying that again?"

"tell me you want me" "i need you, [name], I need you so much it drives me insane--" they get kissed so hard they stumble back

"look at me like that again and you'll be ending up in my bed with no energy to walk the next day, sweetheart

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fluffy prompts for characters pining on each other :)

@urfriendlywriter )

"don't smile at me like that !"

grinning stupidly whenever they compliment you

their gaze often goes to your lips.

holding hands to comfort you

crouching to your eye level while they cup your chin, wiping your tears, "tell me what i can do for you." "stay."

"do you want to dance?" they lean against the doorframe, a pause before walking towards you with a fond smile, "if you insist."

"make me."

^ "wanna bet? i will." [IM *DEEP BREATH* *DIES*]

"if you had the guts, [name], you would have kissed me." "you think something is stopping me from doing that right now? :)"

"is that so? *subtly smirking*"

"what's your ideal type?" "you."

constantly touching. always finding reasons to touch each other.

"can you both just kiss and make up-" "*both of them* [NAME]-"

finding someone flirting with your crush, but all they have is eyes for you, and on you

"can i kiss you?" "took you so long to ask."

almost kissing. but somebody walks in. "HOLY FUCK, ABOUT TIME THIS HAPPENS! I'M SO SORRY, PLEASE CONTINUE-" they grab your jaw and kiss you infront of them.

feeling hot all over the place after the kiss

"let me-- *adjusts your hair while cupping your face*--and we're good to go. shall we?

the hug after the confession. the warmth it gives!!

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roommates to lovers prompts

— “can i sleep in your room tonight? is that weird to ask?”

— “you need some real food. come sit, i made dinner.”

“i love you, i swear i do, but if you buy one more cushion for the sofa i’m moving out.”

— “please, stop brushing me off and just let me take care of you.”

— “so, uh… how’d your date go?”

— “i’m sorry i didn’t tell you sooner. i was just so scared of ruining our friendship, you know it means the world to me. you do.”

— “thank you for looking after me last night.”

— “there’s nothing i wouldn’t do for you, nothing at all.”

“look, i- i have to tell you something.”

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physical gestures

smiling during a kiss

pulling you by your waist

leaning over you while looking at your lips

cuddling and nuzzling your face into their chest

getting pinned against a wall

tipping your chin to make you look into their eyes

sitting between their legs as they dry your hair

placing kisses on your lovers shoulder and nape as they are bent down, trying to focus on their work though they're very hot and bothered

lifting you up during a hug and swirling you around

they roll on top of you, cradling your head between their hands as they kiss your nose

^ placing a kiss on your forehead as they mumble how pretty you are

going under the sheets to lie on top of them as they giggle and pull you up and close

hugging them tight without saying any words when they're having a hard time

holding your face in their palm as they smile widely before kissing you

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"if only you knew" - some cute and shy crush scenarios

prompt list by @novelbear

awkwardly laughing to try not to malfunction when they're given a compliment

smiling real hard when texting them

^ then realizing what they're doing and smiling even more because they just love this feeling

knowing the little things about them

praying that they don't notice their heart racing as they give them a hug

when they get a little too close and it's over

gazing at them from afar because they're just so...

"i think about you a lot." "aw, really?" [panicking] "no." "oh."

when they compliment something that they've been insecure about and it just breaks them

"you get flustered really easily...cute." "haha...thanks...i think. was that a compliment? why are you laughing."

unconsciously showing displays of affection (ex. playing with their hair, rubbing their hand with their thumb) because it comes natural when with them

^ but when they get called out for it, they scramble to find an excuse (and maybe give an unnecessary apology)

realizing that their crush likes them back and it's been clear as day.

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compliment prompts

— “you’re so cute when you’re half asleep.”

— “god, you look amazing.”

— “no one makes me feel the way you do.”

— “you don’t have to do anything. just being here, with me, that’s enough.”

— “there’s not a single thing i don’t love about you.”

— “i’d rather sit in silence with you than do anything with someone else.”

— “you’re just so lovable.”

— “i’ve always loved your [insert feature/trait], i think it’s one of the best things about you.”

— “i love you so much. i always feel like i don’t tell you that enough.”

— “i’d be nowhere without you. you’ve gotten me through so much.”

— “your smile always cheers me up.”

— “i don’t know if i’ll ever be able to thank you enough for all you’ve done for me.”

“you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

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“say you won’t let go”- some touch starved scenarios

prompt list by @novelbear

heart pounding whenever the other does so much as to hold onto their wrist while guiding them through a crowd

one just casually sitting down on the other's lap and they start internally freaking the hell out

hesitantly tugging the other's fabric of their shirt or sleeve, testing the waters

^^ the other notices so they pull them into a hug, smiling as they just watch them melt

"wait, don't go, please.."

"is this okay?" "it's more than okay."

already barely holding it together as they're getting their hand held but then they feel that reassuring squeeze and they just can't

wearing the others' clothes so that it can at least feel like they're hugging them, even for just a moment

feeling so lonely that they have to call their lover/friend, just to get a sense and reminder that they're still there

^ trying and failing to hold back their tears as they do so

"can i have one more hug?" "aw, babe you don't have to ask, c'mere..."

when the other holds onto their waist briefly as they're passing by and it just send chills down their spine

breaking down mid-hug because they just needed this so much

their breath hitching whenever the other gets a little closer

holding onto a stuffed animal/pillow, imagining that it's their lover in their embrace instead

one leaning their head onto the other's shoulder suddenly and they just freeze

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“what did you just call me?”- some responses to pet names being used

prompt list by @novelbear

"can you call me that again?"

"did i make you uncomfortable?" "no! no, it just caught me off guard. i like it a lot actually..."

"no, you didn't just call me 'love' you said 'my love'. that makes a huge difference."

"hey, sweetheart can you grab that for me?" "you're talking to me?" "who else would i be talking to?"

"can you repeat that? i don't think i heard you..."

"why do you keep making that face when i call you that?" "because i love it, that's why!"

"that's a new one."

"you only call me that when we're alone.." "would you like me to say it louder~"

"you keep calling me tiny." "because you're pocket sized. a tiny little thing."

"hey, honey, what's that- what?" "you called me honey..."

"is that like a friendly nickname or?" [sarcastic] "yes, i go around calling all my friends 'my dearest'." "oh, really?" "no!"

"i'm still trying to get used to that, sorry.." "don't worry about it, it's cute."

"i love it when you call me that."

"i could get used to this..."

"darling?" "what? you don't like it?"

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kiss prompts <3

first kisses: a little unsure, a little nervous. lips lingering over each other but not touching. overthinking, almost pulling away, but then looking into their eyes and just going for it. it’s soft, gentle.

“i need you now” kisses: them fisting your shirt into their palms, your hands under their shirt, cold fingertips against their skin, and panting, moving down from their lips to their neck, soft moans that turn louder, shirts being pulled off haphazardly

“come back to bed” kisses: tugging on their hand when they get up, pulling them in, them slowly waking toward you and lean in, a soft peck on their jaw while you whisper the words

“are you sure about this?” kisses: pulling away from the kiss, their hair is in a mess and cheeks are red, lips slightly parted and longing eyes, waiting for what’s going to happen next, god they look so pretty

“ just fuck me already” kisses: hands in their hair, tugging slightly, heated and breathless, grabbing their clothing to pull them closer, but it’s still not close enough, ending up on the bed, hovering on top of them and kissing their jaw, going down to their neck and their whimpers are so cute

“can we do this forever?” kisses: getting pulled by your collar/tie, slightly surprised, but smirking too, “i love you” “i know” rolling eyes, “i love you too” and putting your arms around their waist, leaning in again

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friends to lovers prompts

— hugging and absentmindedly kissing their neck, resulting in mortification for one of them

— one being shorter and it being a source of great enjoyment for the other

— hang-outs that start to feel more and more like dates

— sleeping in the same bed, as they’d often do, but one morning waking up cuddling

— nickname turning into petnames

— one having to sit in the other’s lap when space is tight and them both blushing like crazy over it

— being overprotective of them in front of prospective partners

— one giving the other their jacket / covering them with it when they fall asleep

— sharing clothes in a totally friendly way

— valuing their opinions/approval above everyone else’s

— memorising their favourite things and treating them when they have a bad day

defending them against everyone, even when they’re not there to witness it

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Saying " I love you" without saying "I love you"

Forehead kisses, and smiling through the kiss

Resting their forehead on the other’s after a kiss

Tucking strands of loose hair behind their ears, with a thumb caressing their cheek

Interlacing their fingers with the other’s when they least expect it

Sleepy back hugs when the other person is busy whipping up breakfast in the kitchen, catching them by surprise

Just doing their own things in the same space; being so comfortable around the other even in their pyjamas

Holding both their hands while holding their gaze gently, just before leaning in for a kiss

Getting them something from the store when they only mentioned it in passing

Squeezing their hand reassuringly and holding their hand throughout an intense social situation (eg. a large school reunion which the more introverted person is dreading)

Kissing away their tears

^ and letting the other cry on their shoulder even when their t-shirt gets soaked from their tears

Meeting them where they are, mentally and emotionally; never forcing them to do anything they aren’t comfortable with

Wholeheartedly supporting their dreams, and putting that into action by making concrete plans for it to happen

Dropping the other person an encouraging text before an important interview/event

Surprising the other with flowers just because; no occasion and no reason needed

Picking the other person up from work when it’s getting late, and walking them right to their doorstep after

Good morning and goodnight texts

Writing little notes on post-its and leaving them in random pages of their textbook, so that they will get a little endorphin boost when studying

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OTP Prompts: Sleeping Arrangements

A sleeping on the floor while B takes the bed because they've got nowhere else to sleep.

Both of them sleeping on the floor because the other won't accept the bed and they don't wanna take it either.

One of them hears the other crying in their sleep, so they get up to go comfort them. As soon as they sit down at the edge of the other's bed, however, they're being pulled into a pair of arms. It's only then that the crying lessens, and they just can't bring themself to get up again.

They're both scared of thunderstorms, but neither of them want to admit it. They tell themselves they're doing it for the other person as they climb into A's bed together.

They get into a fight, but still have to share a bed at the end of the night because there's nowhere comfortable for the other to sleep.

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“i wanna hold your hand”- excuses for your characters to hold hands

prompt list by @novelbear

"your hands are cold...let me warm them up for you."

taking advantage of the fact that they're walking through a crowded place and holding their hand so that they "don't get lost"

maybe they get slightly jealous while out, so they grab onto their partner's hand to establish their relationship

"something's on your finger. give me your hand, let me see.."

pinky promising over everything so that it's easier to naturally intertwine their fingers with the others'

"okay, but if i'm right then you have to hold my hand!" "that's not much of a punishment but alright babes, whatever you say."

"can you hold this for me?" "there's nothing in your hand." "exactly."

going in as if they're just innocently fiddling with the other's fingers, then trapping them about thirty seconds later

making the effort to find where their partner is and dragging them by the hand rather than just calling them over to where they wanted them in the first place.

"you need me to hold your hand so you can read the instructions?" "it helps me concentrate!"

grabbing onto the other's hand out of nervousness

slowly intertwining fingers while the other is driving

"can you hold my hand?" "of course, my love."

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DIALOGUE PROMPTS (for writing)

? "I would do anything for you. you know that."

? "okay, okay - i'll get my coat. you're lucky im such a good person."

? "you can"t be serious. it was. you all along?"

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touch-starved prompts

— “can… can i have a hug? please?”