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hi!! i was wondering if i could get an L x gn!reader where L is working so much and hasn't been paying attention to s/o much and so one day, s/o is really tired from staying up all night because they were thinking about him and so they get upset (almost like a little kid lol) and start crying and they go to his office and sit in his lap while crying into him? this is so specific i'm sorry but i feel like L would adore his s/o behaving like a little child sometimes. thank you! have a good day <3

Hello there, Anon-san. I'm terribly sorry for the delay, I'm super busy right now. 😥

However, I always manage to find time to write. I hope you like it. Have a wonderful day you too 🧡

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TITLE: REASONING ABILITIES

pairing: L x gn!reader

TW: none

When the Kira case started, on 2003, the famous detective L and an -apparently- simple and “undistinguished” detective from a local police department were already a couple.

Nobody knew how they met, how they ended up together, how they kept their relationship strong. Watari was the only one aware of those details. So, in case he would die, L and Y/N’s secrets will die with him. For some people that could be unfair or sad but L -and Watari too- knew it was better that way.

To have a relationship with L could be very stressful sometimes. He was a talented and well-known detective, a truly genius of his job (but barely a hobby for him). Y/N knew the risks about that job: he was loved from many but, at the same time, hated by others. And Y/N was afraid of those “others”. However, Watari was doing an amazing job protecting his boy.

When not working, L spent all his free time with Y/N. Reading, writing poems for each other, discussing about old cases or -more in general- having deeper conversations. Going out with him was out of question most of the time and L always apologized about it.

«I offer my most sincere apologizes, Y/N» he said marking his British accent and intertwining his fingers with theirs. Despite the pale colour, his skin was warm and soft.

Y/N sadly smiled. «Don’t worry, Lawly. I understand» they replied squeezing gently his hand. After observing their face for a minute, his lineaments relaxed and smiled back.

Those were the things that made L fell for Y/N: their patience and understanding. Being the partner of the greatest detective in the world wasn’t easy and -sometimes- L himself wasn’t easy to put up with. So, he was immensely grateful to have Y/N by his side.

The Kira case just began. Watari found a nice hotel room at Tokyo. It was the third time Watari made L and Y/N change hotel for safety reasons. They didn’t mind it that much but it was being a while since they spent some time with L. Or even…saw him.

«But Watari-»

The old caretaker raised a hand to hush them. «Please Y/N, try to understand. This case is really important for him and he is eager to solve it»

«But I-» Y/N stopped mid-sentence, they sensed tears wetting their E/C eyes. «I miss him»

«I’m sure he misses you too, Y/N»

As a result, Y/N tried to distract themselves by visiting the city or going to shopping (they even found a new favourite dish, F/D). Y/N tried their best to fill the day with different activities.

However, nothing…nothing could replace L’s presence. Every chair, every bed, every couch would be emptier without him. They missed his touch, his voice, the sweet smell of his shirts, the softness of his black hair…his eyes on them. Everything.

They even started to wait for him in bed. Y/N thought that if they couldn’t see him at work…at least when he had to sleep. However, that moment never came.

On the other hand, there was L. This new serial killer, as known as “Kira”, caught his attention since the very beginning. He was a real danger for humanity and L had to do justice as soon as possible. If Kira found out Y/N’s identity…that will be the death of him. He couldn’t bear a world without Y/N…he didn’t want to come back at the life before them.

So, he started to focus more and more on the Kira case, analysing victim after victim, tape after tape. He barely left the armchair Watari brought him. L missed Y/N so much…the loneliness was heavier since he met them. But he also realized that he had to bring Kira to justice. L hoped Y/N would understand…one more time.

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It was late night. A late and rainy night to be more precise. Y/N was observing it from the window of their room. Once again, the other half of their queen-sized bed was empty.

Y/N’s thought started to wander around old memories. Of all the time they spent together with L, the time at the Wammy’s House…even when they helped him in some particular investigation.

However, as time passed, Y/N started to cry. At first, it was a sad cry but then, after few minutes, they started to toss and turn in the bedsheets...upset and frustrated. In a short time, the bed was completely undone. They looked like a fussy child but they couldn’t care less.

After throwing a poor pillow on the floor, Y/N took a decision: if L wasn’t going to see them, they will do it. Still in their F/C PJs, Y/N stomped from their room to L’s one (that used as “office”). They didn’t care if other guests saw them with those clothes…Y/N was determined to achieve their goal.

With the passepartout that Watari gave them, Y/N entered L’s suite. Due to the tears that wet their eyes, Y/N couldn’t see a sleepy task-force in the room too. But even though they could see them, L’s partner didn’t care.

When they entered the luxurious suite, L didn’t flinch. He was so focused on the tapes in front of him that he didn’t hear them spread the door. Only Watari turned towards them.

Still with wet eyes, Y/N walked towards L, with legs pressed against his chest and an ice-cream in one hand, and put down his legs in order to sit on his lap. As they did so, L snapped back in the real world.

The greatest detective in the world felt a weight on his legs and something wet his white shirt. He looked down and noticed Y/N’s figure crying desperately on him.

«Y/A…»

Their sobs started to become louder and louder, all the stress and loneliness gathered during those weeks was pouring out in that moment.

L passed his unfinished ice cream to Watari and hugged Y/N as tenderly as he could and yet tightly. He hid the face in the sockets of Y/N’s neck, smelling the wonderful scent of their skin; feeling their breathe against his chest and, despite they were crying, Y/N’s voice too was…so relieving for him. L was reunited with his Y/N…finally.

«I apologise, Y/A…my sweet and little Y/A» the black-haired detective started to caress their hair trying to comfort them. L secretly loved when his partner acted like a small child…a smiled adorned his pale face.

As minutes passed, Y/N felt calm again; sure, the nose was stuffy now but who cared. «I missed you» Y/N said rubbing away the remaining tears.

«I missed you too»

In that position, sitting with his legs down, he didn’t mind if his reasoning abilities dropped 40%.

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Thank you

Fandom: Death Note

Pairing: L X Reader

Warnings: Emotional and physical abuse.

Words: 3k

A/N: I’m in a death note phase again. I wrote this instead of doing my essay oops.

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Broken Glass and Broken Bones

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader (ft. Rick, Glenn, Maggie, and Hershel)

Content/Warnings: Fluff; angst

Words: 1251

A/N: Next up - Daryl Dixon, everyone’s favorite redneck! This was from anon for 31. You will receive the same injuries as your soulmate (unless deadly).

When you were young, you had a lot of injuries. You were in the hospital a lot. Not because you were a daredevil, or because your parents harmed you, or even because you were particularly clumsy. It was because your soulmate seemed to live in some sort of hell. You constantly had bruises, cuts, and other nicks. It was fortunate the doctors had figured out a way to tell the difference between soulmate wounds and your own, otherwise your parents would have been hauled off long ago. You were always cautious, careful to not cause your soulmate any additional injuries. He had endured enough as it was.

When you were around eight, things grew steadily worse to the point that you were in and out of the hospital every other day. Whether your soulmate was the one who got the wounds or not, it didn’t matter - you had to suffer through either way. Eventually, most of the savagery stopped, though you did always seem to be beaten up in some way or another, even when you were older.

Then the apocalypse started. People quickly realized that if their soulmate was bit, they wouldn’t turn. That didn’t mean they didn’t get the wound. It made a lot of people grateful that lethal wounds could not be received by soulmates. It made a lot more wish they could be. By this point, you still hadn’t met him - whoever he was - but considering you were still getting injuries you assumed he was still out there somewhere.

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Love Story

Pairing: Gilbert Blythe x fem!reader

Description: This will be a multi chapter fic about the reader and Gilbert. The reader is new to Avonlea but she has a very fierce personality. She doesn’t take anything from anyone. What will happen when this fiery soul meets Gilbert Blythe?

It had been a long tiring day, or a tiring weekend. After two whole days, you and your mother had finally finished moving and organizing your belongings. You were just dreading one thought. School. Oh, how you hated the idea of having to talk to anyone.  You were more of a loner. You didn’t really like having a lot of friends and thought everyone your age was immature and way too annoying for you. Thankfully, this was your senior year. As if reading your mind, your mother asked,

“Are you excited for school tomorrow, Y/N?”

“No.” you bluntly replied. Your mother sighed.

“Y/N, I know that you pretty much don’t like anything or anyone-

“That’s not true. I like dogs.” You smirked

“-but at least try, for me.”

You sighed in defeat. “Alright mother.” You said their goodnights and parted ways. Tomorrow was going to be a long day.

Morning came and you really weren’t much of a breakfast girl, especially when you were so anxious, so you just grabbed an apple and headed out. Thankfully your house was pretty close to the school so that was pretty convenient for you. As you made your way, you heard footsteps crunching on the leaves.You furrowed your eyebrows and turned around to get a glance of who was there. You saw a boy who looked about your age, he was tall and had blonde hair.

“Who are you?”

“I’ll tell you my name, if you tell me yours.” Each word he said, he took a step closer.

“Look, I’m not interested in playing your stupid games. Leave me alone, you freak.” You shoved him away from you.

“Oh, you’re not getting away that easy.” He muttered. He grabbed your wrist and you were about to kick him in the groin when you heard another boy’s voice.

“Billy!”

The blonde boy, which you assumed his name was Billy, let go of your wrist and backed away from you. Your eyes slightly widened, it seemed like Billy was afraid of this boy. He was too far for you to recognize the boy but he stepped closer and you saw a better look of him. He was taller than you, had dark curly hair, pale skin and brown eyes.

“Gilbert! It’s been awhile.”

“Sure has. I would love to catch up but we can’t be tardy. Miss Stacy sure hates that. We should probably get to school, eh?”

“Yeah,” the blonde boy cleared his throat, “I was just on my way.”

After watching him disappear in the trees, the brown haired boy looked at you and took a step closer.

“Are you alright, Miss?”

“Yeah.” You replied dryly. You ignored his presence and walked right by him.

“You’re welcome.” He silently said. Not so silent that you were able to hear him. You’ve never turned around so fast in your life. Your cheeks were heating by now.

“Are you kidding me? I was doing just fine without you. I didn’t need any saving.” She harshly replied. “Now if you excuse me, I’m gonna go to class.” You started walking, again.

“Need anything else? Any dragons around here need slaying?” He teased. Oh, he enjoyed making you mad. But you weren’t going to give him that pleasure. Without turning around, you obviously couldn’t stay quiet so you snapped at him.

“I can slay them myself, thanks!” You said loud enough for him to hear.

“Hey, who are you?” Even if you were distant from each other, you were still able to hear him, you just decided to ignore him. He caught up pretty quick, though. Wow that boy can run.

“Who are you?” he repeated.

“Who are you?”

“ I asked first.” he replied.

“I asked second.” You insisted.

“You’re pretty stubborn, aren’t you?”

“One of my many amazing qualities.” You smiled.

“Alright, you win. I’m Gilbert. Gilbert Blythe.”

“I’m Y//N Y/L/N.”

“That’s a beautiful name. I’ve never heard it.”

“Another one of my amazing qualities. I told you I had many.” Gilbert let out a chuckle and he gave you a small smile.

“We’re here.” He said.

“This is…small.”

“Sure is. Bet you’re excited about meeting everyone.”

“Not really. I’m more of a loner girl. People aren’t really my thing.”

“I’m shocked.” He teased. You rolled your eyes.

Gilbert raced to the door to open the door for you. You muttered a thanks. When you got in, you noticed a group of girls on the left side of the room staring at you. You simply ignored them. You didn’t come here to be liked. So their opinion of you didn’t really matter. Gilbert stopped you and turned you towards him.

“What?” You asked, annoyed. He kept staring at you, as if your face was covered in gold.

“Nothing, just-”

“GILBERT!” A group of boys yelled and pulled him in for a hug. So, he’s pretty liked.

You took a quick glance to where all the girls were seated. You saw a red haired girl sitting down, writing what looked like a story. You chose to sit next to her. Before you could finish setting down your things she opened her mouth,

“Hi! Are you new? What a silly question, I’ve never seen you here so of course you are. What’s your name? My name’s Anne. But please make sure to spell it with an “E”. It’s much less boring that way. Where are you from? Oh, dear I’m not letting you speak. I’m oh so very sorry about that. I’m kind of like that.” Even if she was the total opposite of you and very annoying, you couldn’t help but like her.

“I’m Y/N. But you can call me Y/N/N.”

“Oh, what a marvelous name. So very enchanting, indeed.”

“You use a lot of big words, don’t you?”

“Yes, I’m sorry. It’s become such a habit.”

“It’s okay.” You slightly smiled. “I like that.” The bell rang and who you assumed was the teacher passed by you. She was a.. she? You smirked and you were secretly jumping up and down with glee. Never in your school years have you had a teacher who was a woman. You were so happy at seeing stupid rules starting to change. Everyone sat down in silence.

“Good morning everyone!” she said cheerfully, “it looks like we have a new student with us today.” Oh no. Introductions were the worst thing ever. You hated being on the spotlight. “What’s your name, Miss…”

“Y/N Y/L/N.”

“I’m Miss Stacy. It’s really good to have you here. I hope that you like it here.” You smiled and nodded.

After the first two lessons finished, lunch time came. Finally. You grabbed your food and headed outside to sit in the corner with the fewer people. While you were eating, the same girls who were staring at you when you came in, were heading towards you. Great.

“What were you doing with Gilbert Blythe?” A blonde girl shouted..

“Something called walking together. You know, its when people move their legs in order to get from one place to another-”

“This isn’t a joke!”

“Oh, believe me I’m dead serious. Why are-”

“You can’t talk to him! You can’t even look at him. Ruby has dibs. She’s liked him for over three years.” You laughed.

“You’re joking right? Look, sunshine nobody tells me what to do. Besides he isn’t an object for you to claim. If you like him, you’re just going to have to ask him out and if he says no then your so called dibs were for nothing.”

“If you get close with him again, you’ll regret it.”

“Oh, I’m so scared.” You mockingly said. You grabbed your things and walked away from them while the girl was still talking.

“This conversation isn’t over. I’m not done talking.”

“But I am!” You shouted and smirked. This was going to be fun.

When you found a rock to sat on so you could finally eat your lunch in peace, you heard footsteps. You groaned. Not again.

“You again? I told you I’m going to talk to whoever I want-” When you turned around to see who it was, you were greeted with brown eyes and a warm smile instead.

“I don’t remember saying that.”

“Oh, I thought you were that blonde girl.” You pointed at her when you saw them in a corner spying on you.

“Josie can be..”

“Annoying? Intolerable? Rude? Yeah I got that.”

“What were they saying to you anyway?”

“The dumbest thing ever. They told me that I need to stay away from you and that I can’t talk to you. Or even look at you. I don’t know why anybody would want to.” You teased.

“Ha-ha very funny. It’s not my fault I’m so charming with my looks.”

“Keep dreaming, buddy.” You admitted to yourself that he was quite handsome though, but you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of knowing. “Anyways, I told them that I will talk to whoever I want. Nobody tells me what to do.” His eyes looked at you in awe, as if he’d never seen someone so..strong and fierce. You stared into each others eyes which felt like hours. You were the first one to break away from his stare. You took a sip of your milk when Gilbert grabbed his satchel to take something out.

“Here.” he pulled out an apple and offered it to you, “I thought you might like one. They’re fresh from our orchard?” You accepted the apple and took a bite of it.

“Our?” You asked while chewing. Some would think it was improper for a lady but you never cared of what anyone said. Gilbert slightly chuckled at how cute you looked.

“Yeah. Me and my dad’s.”

“Someone having to tolerate you day and night. I pity him.” He simply rolled his eyes.

“Y/N, will you ever be able to say something nice about me?”

“We’ll see.” You gave him a small smile.

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Third Times A Charm // Gilbert Blythe

Hi! So one of my favourite romantic tropes is person A secretly leaving notes for Person B, even if the notes aren’t that romantic (e.g. they just wish the person a nice day!). I was wondering if you would be able to do a prompt like this for Gilbert Blythe? (Maybe as a bonus, Reader figures out pretty quickly he’s the one leaving her notes, but they don’t say anything b/c they don’t want it to end?) Much thanks and have a lovely day!!

Requested by: @libraryoffandomsuniverse

Author’s Notes: I PROMISE YOU ALL THAT TOMORROW I WILL BE UPLOADING REQUESTS OTHER THAN MY GILBERT REQUESTS! It’s just… i’m half-way through season two and I adore Gilbert so much.

Please don’t plagiarize my work - I spend a lot of my time writing, copying and pasting destroys that. If you want to repost my work. please ask first - but even then I might say no.

Word Count: 1,810

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The first time you received a note, you hadn’t had a clue who it was from.

You’d been returning to your desk after lunch, your lips curled up into a bright smile as you laughed at something Diana and Anne had to say. The moment you sat down, the first thing you noticed was the neatly folded note left on top of your books and such.

It had promptly baffled you. 

You had glanced around the room, in hopes that maybe your wandering eyes would tell you who it was that had left you a note. But alas, they did not and you were left clueless as you peeled the folded note open.

And in six simple words, the note read; your smile brightens up the room.

You felt your heart warm at the words, despite not knowing who the author was. Truthfully, it was one of the kindest things anyone had ever said to you and you felt your cheeks flush gently in response. You would’ve stared at the note longer, in amazement, if you had not heard Mr. Phillips enter the room.

Quickly making sure no one had seen the note - God forbid Anne found it and her romantical tales of your secret admirer begun - you tucked it into the pocket of your dress, smiling softly to yourself.

You failed to notice the set of eyes on you, and the smile that grew on his lips when he saw your reaction to his note.

The second time you received a note, you were just as confused.

It was a few days later since the first one, and truthfully after never receiving one the day after, you hadn’t expected one to come again. But you were pleasantly surprised to see another note, neatly folded of course, on top of your things once again after returning from lunch.

You sat down in your seat next to Diana with a new-found excitement, barely noticing the curious gaze Diana held on you as you peeled the note open. Once again, with thirteen simple words, the note read; I love the way your eyes sparkle when you’re doing something you love.

It was a little longer than the first, but you didn’t mind. Rather, you found yourself even more flattered than the first time.

You gasped, though, a moment later, watching as the note was practically pulled from your hand. You spun, wide eyes falling on Diana as she grinned brightly at you. “What’s this?” She teased, raising a suspecting brow.

“No-Nothing!” You stammered, reaching for the note. Diana pulled it out of your grasp before you could, as you hastily glanced around, desperate for no one to know of your ordeal.

Reaching forward once again, you pulled the note from Diana’s hands, tucking it safely in the pocket of your dress. “It’s nothing,” you repeated, voice more assured. Diana didn’t press the matter, but you knew your red cheeks were plain obvious.

The third time you received a note, it wasn’t hard to find out who it was sending you them.

Everything was laid out the same. Just, this time it hadn’t taken a few days for a new note to arrive. Rather, you received the third letter the next day, and you found yourself positively delighted.

You quickly sat down, failing to notice Anne who was making her way over to you, Diana by her side, as you peeled open the note. Part of you wondered if you should wait until you got home, in fear that you’d be caught by Anne, or Diana again. Or worse, Billy or Mr. Phillips.

But your heart couldn’t handle the wait.

So, opening the note hastily, but carefully, your wide eyes scanned across the words written beautifully across the page, giddy.

I love the way you smile when you’re with your friends.

It was almost too similar to the note left previously, but it still made your heart flutter.

“Oh! How romantical!”

Almost like the day before, the note was pulled from your hands with no chance to stop it. This time though, it wasn’t Diana, but rather Anne. And, you knew immediately you’d never hear the end of this.

“Girls,” she exclaimed, bright, twinkling eyes reading across the words written on the page. “Y/N has a secret admirer.”

You set your head in your hands, leaning against the desk adjacent to you with a deep sigh. You remained silent, refusing to answer the girls (mainly Anne’s) million questions about when this had started, if you had any clue who it was and how many you received. Plus, many more.

Instead, you watched as your precious note was passed around each girl, giggles of excitement leaving their lips, before your eyes slid across the room. Just before you turned back around to your desk, your eyes caught sight of Gilbert just turning forward himself, a small, cocky smile on his lips as his cheeks flushed slightly.

And then it clued in. Gilbert Blythe was your secret admirer.

The notes kept coming, until you had a rather large collection of them all. 

When you’d found out Gilbert was your secret admirer, the better, more sensible part of you, told yourself you should tell him you knew. See where it lead things and get to the bottom of it - why was he leaving you these notes? And what did he gain from leaving you sweet, little compliments day after day, wasting paper?

But the truth of the matter was, you rather enjoyed them. You didn’t want them to end, so you kept your mouth shut. In fear that if you told Gilbert you knew, he’d stop sending them.

You let it carry on for days.

You tried your best to keep them hidden from the other girls, but they weren’t plain stupid. Once they figured out they came in everyday, the girls would race to your desk after lunch before you could even reach it yourself. More often then not, they read the note before you even had the chance to you.

It took some of the fun out of it, but you’d distract yourself but subtly glancing Gilbert’s way to gauge his reaction. It seemed he disliked the idea of the other girls reading it before you as well, but couldn’t say anything. Given that he was, well, your secret admirer.

It continued on like that for a while. You hid the notes from your parents, stashing them in a prized box kept under your bed. You weren’t sure of the reaction your parents would have, especially your mother, if they saw the many notes left for you, varying degrees of compliments left on them.

It almost became like a routine.

Until, today.

It had been like any other day originally. The girls and you would step outside, or create a little hut for yourselves for lunch, blocking yourself from the sight of the boys. At first, the conversation had always been about what kind of note you’d receive that day, since they always seemed to be different. But now, as days passed, the conversation was kept diverse until lunch was over.

The girls sprang up faster than you could, as always, and Anne in the front as they raced to your desk. You’d trail behind them, waiting patiently for your turn to see your note as you listened to them giggle and Anne tell stories of romantic endeavours.

But, it seemed Billy was tired of being kicked to the back, unable to see what the fuss was about. When you finally managed to clean up the little area you’d all made, you’d heard Anne angrily call Billy’s name and turn to see him snatching the note out of the very girls hand.

“Who’s this for then?” He asked, raising a brow as he turned to the group of girls. His eyes slid across from them to you, and it seemed your flushed cheeks and wide eyes gave him his answer. “It’s for you?” He questioned, insinuating that the idea was impossible.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, frozen in place as Billy took daring steps your way. You didn’t move nor say anything, as he continued to tease you. “Y/N Y/L/N has a secret admirer?”

You knew the bright grin on his face was anything but good.

Turning to the rest of the boys, and the select few that were his friends, he laughed, them, of course, joining him. “Who would even want to be your secret admirer?”

You felt your eyes fall shut, embarrassed by the laughs the echoed around the room.

It wasn’t until you heard; “I would,” did you finally open your eyes once again.

Your lips parted, eyes widening in bafflement as you saw Gilbert stand up from his seat at his desk. Crossing his arms over his chest, he raised a challenging brow at Billy.

Billy looked like a mix between threatened and surprised; “you’re the one sending Y/N these notes?”

“Everyday for the past two weeks,” he confirmed, without a care, nodding his head. Your eyes never left Gilbert as he begun walking, stepping over to your side, almost protectively. “So, I suggest, you leave Y/N alone.”

Billy’s cheeks flamed in embarrassment, but he said no more, but turned to leave, only to be interrupted by Gilbert; “and i’d like the note back.”

Almost as if on a walk of shame, Billy stomped back over to GIlbert, handing him the note he’d left for you, before stalking back over to his desk. And then, in front of the whole class, Gilbert turned to you with one of those smiles only he could accomplish, extending the note to you.

You accepted it with albeit shaky hands, brushing back a strand of lose hair behind your ear. “Thank you,” you mumbled, voice barely audible. Though, you did manage a small smile, of gratitude, up at Gilbert. Or rather, for him.

Gilbert nodded, turning to leave, but just before he did, he whispered; “your smile really is something else.”

You were left stunned for a moment, standing at the front of the class with the note grasped in your hand tightly. It wasn’t until Mr. Phillip’s walked in, thankfully five minutes late, bellowing; “return to your seat, Y/N!”

You followed without hesitation, tucking your head down as you made your way back to your seat. You ignored the sniffling you heard from Ruby behind you, the glare you received from Josie and the star-stricken expressions you received from both Anne and Diana. And you knew Gilbert was staring at your back, smiling at you just like he had before.

But you didn’t pay mind to that, and focused on Mr. Phillips listen, somewhat embarrassed.

Though, nothing could hide the smile still left on your lips as you gripped onto Gilbert’s newest note with deep care and appreciation.

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let me know what you thought? remember, reblogging always helps!

requests are open for gilbert blythe!

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Voilà mon serveur Discord pour parler de mon premier livre ainsi que de littérature ! Je serais heureuse de vous voir rejoindre ma communauté et de débattre avec vous ! 👀

Here is my Discord server to talk about my first book and literature ! I will be happy to see you join my community and to debate with you ! 👀

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Cagnotte pour la publication de mon roman.

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Finn Wolfhard x reader [TEXT MESSAGE]

if If you like that kind of thing, let me know. I might do part two.

PS : English is not my first Language then sorry in advance for the false spelling. [I'm French]

ENJOY !

The context will be that of the shooting of season three of Stranger Things which took place mainly in Jackson, Georgia. But for the sake of convenience I decided to talk about Atlanta because I couldn't find the city of Jackson on my time zones app.

I KNOW IT'S SHORT BUT IT'S MAINLY TO SEE IF YOU LIKE THESE POSTS. IN THE NEXT POSTS (IF I HAVE POSITIVE FEEDBACKS, I WILL MAKE IT) I WILL ACTIVELY INVOLVE OTHER STRANGER THINGS ACTORS.

SO KEEP ME INFORMED OF YOUR PREFERENCES. 🙂

I decided at the end of my posts to put a French word or phrase that we use quite often with the English / American translation for those who would be interested. (For those who are still reading this, obviously).

So the word or phrase of the day is « Prenez soin de vous. » which means "Take care of yourself."

Bye et (and) prenez soin de vous, Marina. ✨

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DYLAN O'BRIEN - CONFINEMENT

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Il n'est pas connu dans cet imagine.

y/n = ton prénom ( your name) en anglais. 

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J'étais allongée dans mon lit en train de dessiner un paysage lorsque j'entendis des battements de tambours qui étaient quotidien depuis le début de ce confinement. Je me lève de mon lit et me dirige vers la fenêtre pour observer mon voisin d'en face taper sur sa batterie. Je le vois dans son garage, torse nu alors qu'il tient fermement ses baguettes sur ses mains. Il porte sa casquette des Mets à l'envers ainsi qu'une courte barbe qui lui donne un air vraiment mignon.

Je pense que le fait de frapper sur cette batterie, doit le calmer. Je devrais peut-être me mettre à frapper sur quelque chose aussi, plutôt que de frapper dans des murs rendant mes phalanges douloureuses.

Je le vois me regarder puis me faire un clin d'œil ce qui me fit rougir. Ce sont les meilleurs moments de la journée, sa musique n'est pas insupportable, au contraire, elle est satisfaisante, ce qui n'est pas commun quand on parle de batterie.

J'entends quelqu'un entrer dans ma chambre et je me retourne pour voir ma mère.

« — Il est mignon ? Me demande t-elle en me regardant avec un sourire.

— Maman.. Soufflais-je en levant les yeux au ciel agacée par les réflexions incessantes de ma mère par rapport au jeune O'Brien habitant en face. »

J'aimerais tellement pouvoir aller le voir et essayer sa batterie. Nous sommes voisins depuis quelques années mais je n'ai jamais vraiment réussi à l'approcher et je n'ai jamais pensé qu'il m'avait remarqué.

Je n'entends plus de musique. Je me dirige alors vers la fenêtre et vois qu'il est plus là malgré que sa batterie soit toujours visible.

Le téléphone de la maison sonne et ma mère qui était toujours dans ma chambre se dirige vers celui-ci. Elle revient quelques instant plus tard avant de me tendre le téléphone alors que je la questionne du regard en prenant le téléphone.

« — Allo ? Demandais-je après avoir approché le téléphone de mon oreille.

— Salut voisine. Dit une voix rauque de l'autre côté de la ligne. Je regarde par la fenêtre et je le vois assis sur son siège avec un téléphone dans sa main alors qu'il me regarde.

— Euh.. Salut. Répondis-je un peu gênée de lui parler après l'avoir observer tous les jours depuis le début du confinement. 

— Tu sais que ça devient inquiétant que tu m'observe tous les jours depuis le début du confinement. Ricane t-il. 

— Je-je ne t'observe p-pas.. Déclarais-je en bégayant et en rougissant. 

— Ah ouais.. alors que regarde-tu ? Me demande t-il et je peux entendre son sourire narquois à travers sa voix. 

— Bah en fait.. j'écoutais le son de la batterie. Tu joues plutôt bien... Dylan. Dis-je avec un petit sourire sur mes lèvres. 

— Tu trouves Y/N ? Me questionne t-il avec un petit sourire également.

— Bien sûr, je trouve ta musique super apaisante. Affirmais-je en lui envoyant un sourire à travers ma fenêtre. 

— Si nous n'étions pas en confinement, je t'aurais proposé de venir essayer la batterie. Mais, nous le ferons une prochaine fois. Propose t-il alors que je le vois passer sa main dans ses cheveux. 

— Euh.. je.. c'est un rendez-vous ? Demandais-je un peu embarrassée. 

— Comme tu veux, chère Y/N. Répond t-il avec un petit sourire en coin. »

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Forest Green - Peter Pan Imagine

Rating: PG-13

Warning: mentions/implications of sex

Summary: You and Peter have an odd relationship. Your friend, Tiger Lily, just wants an end to the sexual tension.

Word Count: 1484

You and Peter have an odd relationship. You dropped by in Neverland. Somehow, you got up in some magical nonsense, so a bean was thrown at you, you fell, and you ended up there. While Peter wanted to send you back, the boys admired you so much that they begged him to let you stay. Having nothing to go back to, you did.

Peter and you hated each other. 

Then, you saved him. He saved you. He gave you a cabin. Yeah. safe

to say. the two of you were something. You still shared the piercing glares, sneers, and complete avoidance. It was definitely one hell of a relationship.

“He’s been staring at you again,” Tiger Lily pointed out. She smirked. “(Y/n), you should do something.”

“Like what?”

She shrugged. “Well, you could talk to him… Or you could kill him so that I don’t have to endure the sexual tension.”

“Kill him?!” you whispered.

Tiger Lily smirked. “So there is sexual tension?” She wiggled her eyebrows. 

You shoved the Neverland native. “Tiger, seriously, there is nothing between me and Peter.” You sneered. “He’s disgusting anyway. He’s so… cocky.”

Tiger lily shrugged. “Yeah, nothing, but the lingering glares that turns into gazing. And, of course, don’t forget the teasing. And the sexual tension!” Before you could shove her again, Tiger Lily gasped. “He’s looking here now!”

Your head shot up. 

Lo and behold, Peter was staring at you. Once you caught him, his lips curled into a sinister sneer. You narrowed your eyes at him in response. You whipped your head around and flipped your hair over your shoulder.

“You know what you should do?” 

“What?”

“You, my dear (Y/n), must flirt.”

“With Peter?”

“No! Plus, you’ve already done that with the staring and the teasing and the sexual tension. No, you need to flirt with someone else.”

“Are you suggesting that I flirt with one of the Lost Boys. Tiger, that is insane. They’re all like brothers to me.”

The girl shrugged. “Not the new one.” Tiger Lily tilted her head to the side. “Hot new Lost Boy, nine o’clock. Mind telling me his name.”

You looked at the direction she gave you. She was right The new Lost Boy was indeed very good-looking. He had a well-defined jawline and well-kept hair. He wasn’t burly, but he was tall and lanky. His eyes held the morning sky within them. 

You focused on Tiger. “That’s Adam. Tragic actually. His sister died while he was still in Misthaven. Came here because he didn’t belong anymore. He’s a pretty cool guy, great addition to the Lost Boys. You want me to flirt with him?”

“Yep.”

You shook your head. “No, Tiger. Just let, whatever you think will be fixed by this, be. I’m sure it will be better that way.”

The teenager sighed. “I guess. Fine. I’ll just ask Peter some questions. How he feels about you. Does he think you’re pretty? Does he ever dream about you…. naked?”

“Tiger!”

“I would.”

You growled. “Fine. But only because of your stupid blackmail.” You got up from your log and made your way to Adam.

“You love me for it!” Tiger shouted with a smile.

You put on a small smile and greeted the Lost Boy, “Hey, Adam.”

“Hey.”

“So, how are you liking Neverland?”

Adam shrugged. “I haven’t seen much of it.”

You bit your lip and took a step closer. “I could give you a tour.”

The Lost Boy smirked. “Why, really? This must be one great honor. The only Lost Girl is offering to tour me?” Adam smiled. “If you are ok with the idea, I would love to be toured by you.”

You giggled and took a step closer. “Chivalry. They still teach manners in Misthaven?”

“That they do. I could show you even more things they teach on the tour. Tell me, will we be going to your cabin?”

You bit your lip. “Well, usually, I don’t show that on tours, but for you, I guess I could make an exception.”

Someone stepped in between the two of you. You tilted your head upward and groaned. “Pan, what the hell?”

“You’re coming with me,” the Neverland leader sneered. 

“What if I don’t want to?” you growled, crossing your arms. Smoke engulfed the two of you, transporting you to a dark cabin. “What the actual hell, Pan?!” you shouted. “I swear to the Shadow that-”

Lips crashed onto yours. Your back hit a wall. There would probably be bruises there the next day. You stared ahead. It was Peter. Peter was kissing you. Peter Pan was kissing you!

You tried pushing him away. “Stop it,” you sneered.

Peter wrapped his arms around your waist, not planning on letting you go. His lips traveled, pecking your cheek and the spot right below your ear. “Do you really want me to stop?” Peter whispered in your ear.

You shivered from such close contact.

Peter smirked. He could feel your heart thumping and your blood rushing. He reveled in it. Peter Pan kissed your neck lightly. He continued kissing your neck, sucking a little on a few certain spots.

You moaned. Your hand grasped his hair, You couldn’t help it. Peter’s lips ignited something. You felt so nervous and excited at the same time. Your entire body shook and tingled. You hated Peter. Why did he have to make you feel like this? Why was your body so hot? Why did he have to be right?

Peter detached his lips from your neck and chuckled. “Tell me to stop, (Y/n). If you don’t, well, I might as well continue.”

You groaned. “Just kiss me, you idiot.”

“Gladly.”

The next morning, you woke up in Peter’s arms. You gazed at Peter, well, shirtless Peter to be more exact. You looked at yourself, thanking the Shadow that you had the right mind to put on at least some underwear after some certain… events. You smiled at the thought. You tried getting up, but Peter’s arms just held on to you. You giggled. “Peter,” you whined. 

“I don’t want to let you go, (Y/n),” he said in a light and teasing voice.

“Yeah, I know. You weren’t letting me go last night.”

Peter smirked. “Well.” He kissed your neck. “You didn’t want me to let go.”

You sighed. “Peter, we need to get-” You moaned. Peter was kissing your neck again. He smirked. “You were saying?”

“I need to, um, well, I need to check on the younger ones.” You bit your lip, trying not to moan. “I need to give Adam that tour.”

Peter froze. “Adam?”

You raised your brow. “Yeah, the boy I was talking to last night.”

“He’s not attractive.”

“What does that have to do with anything, Peter? He is attractive though. Blonde hair, blue eyes. I swear he stole part of the sky or something.”

Suddenly, Peter was on top of you, pinning you to the bed. He snarled. “I am more handsome than anyone in this camp.”

“So, does that include Tiger’s tribe?” You giggled.

“You wanna laugh? Oh, I’ll give you a laugh.” Peter held your wrists in one hand, while the other went to tickle your stomach.

You laughed, trying to wiggle out of his grasp. “Peter! Stop!”

“(Y/n), you need to say a few certain words before I stop,” he teased.

You laughed. “Peter!”

“Come on, (Y/n),”

“Fine! Fine! You are more attractive than Adam. Happy?”

Peter stopped tickling you, but he kept you hostage. “Care to elaborate?”

Your jaw dropped. “You said a few, Peter!”

“Well, now, I want a few more. You are not getting out of this bed until then.”

You smiled. “I wouldn’t mind that.”

“(Y/n),” Peter teased, wiggling his fingers dangerously close to your stomach.

“Fine, ok, um, well, you have better hair. Now-”

Peter shook his head.

You groaned. You looked at him, licking your lips. “Your eyes. they’re a beautiful green.”

“Is green better than the sky blue?”

“No. But a forest is better than the sky. At least, that’s what I think.”

Peter smiled. he dipped down to kiss you again. It was supposed to be a light peck, but you didn’t want a light peck. You kissed him hard. Peter smirked. Getting lost in the kiss, he let go of your wrists. With newfound freedom, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

“Hey, Pan, I wa- woah.” Adam.

You pulled away from Peter. However, the leader of the Lost Boys held you close. Without looking at Adam, he snarled. “What do you want, Adam?”

“Um, no-nothing,” the boy stuttered.

You smiled a little at the boy. Your cheeks were red as roses, though. You were in your underwear after all.

“Then, get out.” Peter glared at him.

The Lost Boy nodded and closed the door.

Peter chuckled. “Now, where were we?”

Hey guys! So this is the implied smut imagine, and just like the last implied smut one, i am blushing red! Like really red!!!! I am really really really awkward with this topic.

Now, important announcement: IF I GET ANOTHER SMUT REQUEST, IT WILL BE DELETED! Sorry, but I am really uncomfortable with this topic, so… yeah. Sorry about that. The farthest I go is removing shirts. That’s it! I have gotten smut request after this one, and I just really don’t want to do them. i am very uncomfortable with writing smut. So, if you do send one in, I will delete the request, no matter how guilty I feel or how good the plot suggested is. Sorry for the inconvenience that is me guys. If you want, I can recommend blogs that write smut. All you need to do is ask.

Anyway, i love you all! I hope you don’t hate me. I hope you like the imagine tho! :) Sorry

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Protect (Peter pan x Reader x Rumpelstiltskin)

Rumple was going to kill you. He would never admit to it but you frightened him. You had a hold on him and even his father. What could you do with that control?

When Pan found out he couldnt believe what he was hearing. “What?” “I’m going to kill her… Papa.” “Rumple no, that’s your sister you’re speaking of.” “It’s okay, you abandoned her too.” “That doesn’t mean that I don’t care for you… both of you. Listen son, what ever is going through your head you must forget! I will not stand by and watch my children try to tear each other apart.” “You can’t stop me.” Rumple retorted as he left the shop of the underworld. Pan stared Rumple down. “We’ll see.”

The blast sent her to the ground and she groaned in pain. Rumple cornered her from nowhere and used his magic against her. “Rumple… What are you doing?” “What I must.” A fire ball appeared in his hand and she screamed, scrambling away from him. A hand grabbed her harshly and tugged her to the persons side. “Enough!” Pan barked. A solid grip on his youngest child and only daughter and raised his hand in front of Rumple. “I can’t let you do this.” “She must die.” “Why!? What did I do!?” The girl cried and Pans grip only got tighter. “I told you. I won’t let my children kill themselves or each other. I won’t stand for this no matter what the reasoning may be.” “Papa?” The girl whimpered looking at her father. She’d never seen him protective never mind being protective of her.

“Rumple, you know better than to fight me.” It wasn’t clear just what changed his mind but he backed off as though realising what he was doing before teleporting away. Pan turned to you. “Are you alright love?” You nodded and Pan disappeared in a cloud of green smoke.

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‘  Merlin: I swear if he touches her one more time…

  Arthur: You’ll do what? Fight him?

  Merlin: Why, you think I can’t fight him?

  Arthur: You won’t stand a chance with a toddler yet alone a knight like Gwaine

  Merlin: ….

  Arthur: It’s all right. Y/N likes you too much for her own good anyway. She won’t do anything. On the other hand Gwaine.

  Merlin: Don’t finish that sentence. Oh bloody hell is he… OI GWAINE! GET YOUR GRUBBY HANDS OFF OF Y/N!   ‘

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Family

Pairing: Dad!Tony|Avengers x Teen Reader

Request: “Hi sweetie, can i request a Avengers x teen reader, where the reader Goes to bed but can’t sleep. And like all the Avengers are in the living room and she falls asleep on the couch in their company? Xxx” by anonymous

Warnings: none whoops

A/N: asdfghjshsj what a cute request, thank you darling! This is basically the Avengers being children and fighting over “custody” of the reader lmao | Word count around 2,5 k. Gif by @theavengers. 

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You don’t know how long you have tossed and turned around in your bed, kicked off the blanket, brought it back, moved to lie on your stomach and whirled yourself onto your back right after. What you do know is that you can’t sleep. For shit.

Today hasn’t been an exciting day. No mission. No going out in the evening to be a friend and helper saving random people or preventing robberies. No training. Nothing. School had you busy and you were caught up in your homework as soon as you came home. You hadn’t really felt like going out and move, so you spent the rest of the night watching a movie with Steve and Sam.

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Imagine...Being Tom Riddle’s daughter and him coming to you when you need help...

“.....Dad?”

“Sweetheart, what did they do to you?”

“They hurt me...”

“They’re going to get what they deserve, my darling, I promise.”

“Kill them.”

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A Craving - Void Stiles

Void Stiles and a touch starved reader. He starts acting the romantic boyfriend she’s always wanted, leaving her conflicted and scared but man, his lies sure are pretty. Btw you are an amazing writer and how fast you can pump these out is absolutely astounding!! I’ve been following for awhile and you always seem to be updating and they’re always high quality and it just amazes me!!

Please don’t plagiarize my work - I spend a lot of my time writing, copying and pasting destroys that. If you want to repost my work. please ask first - but even then I might say no.

Word Count: 1,794

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For once in your life, it felt like you could actually be normal. Oddly enough, no one, not Stiles or Scott or Lydia had messaged you once. Normally, you would’ve been concerned, but you took the moment of peace from the supernatural to catch up on some much needed school work.

It was just you home, and with music playing softly in the background, you sat on your living room couch, reviewing notes and doing any homework that had been assigned that week. You didn’t have to save the world, risk your life for people you didn’t even know and for once, it felt like you could just be an actual teenage girl. You used that to the best of your ability.

Biting your lip, you wrote down the solution for the math problem you’d been reviewing. Taking care to make sure your work was neat, since the teacher was a real stickler for that. You were so engrossed in your work, for once, that the sudden knock on your front door practically made you jump. You let out a tiny gasp, eyes snapping up to the front door in question. Without thought, you glanced at the clock, noticing that it was already quite late in the evening, around ten, and tried to think back if anyone was suppose to come over today.

Nope. You don’t remember your parents mentioning anything about it, and you’re pretty sure that if Scott or the others were coming over, they’d text you first. With furrowed brows, you pushed yourself to a stand, stretching slightly before making your way over to the door. Another round of knocks echoed as you made your way over and you sighed; “i’m coming!” You called, picking up the pace slightly.

The moment you were at your front door, you unlocked it, swinging it open. You found yourself surprised when you saw Stiles standing there, leaning against the door frame, a smirk plastered on his lips. “Stiles?” You asked, raising a brow. “What are you doing here? Is something wrong?”

“Am I not allowed to just visit you?” Stiles questioned, and you couldn’t help but notice that there was something a little off about him. He pushed himself off the edge, standing tall before you. 

“Well, no…” You mumbled, stepping back so he could make his way in. You shut the door behind Stiles, locking it as you watched him slip off his shoes. “It’s just normally when you come knocking at my door at ten at night, something’s usually wrong.”

As you turned back to Stiles, you found yourself even more puzzled when you noticed him looking around, as if he’d never been in your living room before. You shrugged it off as nothing, even though you’d known Stiles for a good chunk of your life, the boy had his weird ticks. You couldn’t a hundred percent explain why he did some of the things he did, so why start questioning it now.

“Nothing’s wrong.” Stiles shrugged, turning back to you.

You nodded, slowly making your way back over to the couch before taking a seat. Stiles followed, taking a seat directly beside you. “Is there something you needed?” You asked with a small smile, glancing up at him from the side.

“Just wanted to see you,” he whispered, causing your cheeks to warm slightly. You felt your heart beat race slightly in reaction to his words, cowering in surprise. Stiles normally wasn’t this forward, at least not with you. This sort of attention seemed to be reserved for Lydia only, and while you’d be lying if you said you didn’t have maybe a tiny crush on Stiles, it still puzzled you. 

Stiles turned away from you at that, his eyes falling on the coffee table before the both of you. “Doing some studying?”

“Homework actually,” you nodded, closing your notebook. “But I guess studying as well.”

As you leaned back into the back of the couch, you felt your phone buzz in your back pocket. You ignored it, thinking it was just one of your friends. If Stiles was here, that must mean nothing was wrong, given that him and Scott were usually the first ones to find out. 

“Well,” you began, fiddling with your hands. “Is there something you-” Your words fell short as you felt the slightest touch of Stiles’s fingers on the side of your face, brushing back a strand of loose hair and tucking it behind your ear. You felt your cheeks heat up once again, glancing at him from the corner of your eye. You noticed, only then, that Stiles had grown exceptionally closer than you remembered him being.

Another buzz, but you were far too distracted now to even think about pulling out your phone.

You leaned back, slipping to the side slightly as Stiles grew closer. His hand grabbed ahold of your waist firmly, holding you against him as his face was now only inches away from your own. You could feel his warm breath on your face, and you let out a shaky breath. You didn’t know what was up with Stiles, or why he was acting like this, but you couldn’t help but feel your body react to him. Positively.

Another buzz.

“Umm, Stiles?” You questioned, glancing up at him through your eyelashes. There was something about the way he was looking at you. It was almost unrecognizable.

“I’m sure you’re confused,” Stiles began, smirking softly.

“Uh, a little…” You mumbled, biting your lip. You felt, though, your eyelids flutter as Stiles’s hand caressed your cheek, and trailed downwards. “Not that I mind…”

“I can tell that you like it, Y/N.”

“Y-Yeah… It’s just… you’ve never really shown any interest in me before.

Buzz.

“Well,” Stiles begin, grinning down at you.

Buzz. Buzz.

“That’s because-”

Buzz.

Huffing, you shifted slightly. “Sorry,” you flashed an apologetic look Stiles’s way. “My phone keeps buzzing.” You pulled away, the firm grip Stiles had held on you slipping as you shifted, pulling your phone out from your pocket. “It’s probably just Lydia or Kira,” you explained, glancing briefly at Stiles, who had weirdly gone still, before looking back down at your phone.

You had seven unread messages. Mainly from Scott, two from Kira.

Y/N, where are you?

Y/N!

I need to know where you are.

Y/N? It’s Kira. Answer us.

Where are you?

Are you home?

Please, Y/N! Answer!

“Something’s wrong,” you mumbled, sliding your phone open.

I’m with Stiles, you typed, what’s up?

It took only a moment before Scott replied.

Stiles?

Yeah?

Y/N. That’s not Stiles.

Your eyes widened, confusion flooding you. You suddenly felt frozen, unable to glance Stiles way as you replied to Scott.

What the hell are you talking about?

You need to get out of there, Y/N. That is not Stiles.

What do I do?

Just hold on. We’re heading there now.

Oka-

A hand fell on your wrist, the other pulling your phone from your grasp. Slowly, you glanced up, meeting Stiles, or whoever’s, eyes as he slipped your phone into his pocket. You felt your heart race widely against your chest, this time out of fear as you started to shift back.

“There’s no need to run, love.” Stiles… no, no, Void, said, smirking. 

Biting your lip, you ripped your wrist from his grip, moving to stand up. Before you could even attempt and run away, Void grabbed ahold of you, tugging you backwards. You fell back against the couch, head bouncing off the back of it as you stared up at Void, who now stood before you, towering over you, with fear in your eyes.

“Now, now,” Void whispered, “there’s no need to be afraid.”

You raised your hand, intent of shoving him off of you but Void only grabbed ahold of your wrist, pulling it back. He grabbed your other wrist, and pinned it beside your head. “What do you want?” You breathed.

“You may not believe it,” Void begun, smirking. “But I don’t want to hurt you.”

You scoffed, eyes narrowing as you felt anger flood you at this little games. “Get the hell off of me.”

“Why?” Void questioned, raising a brow. You felt yourself still the moment Void let go of your hand, moving his free hand to caress your cheek, before trailing down your neck, getting dangerously close to your breast. “You seemed to enjoy me touching you earlier.”

“That’s when I thought you were Stiles,” you growled. “Not some nogistune possessing him.”

“Ahh,” Void nodded, “that’s right. Little Y/N has a crush on the boy who doesn’t even give her a second glance.” You bit your lip, biting back your true feelings. Your lips, though, parted when Void leaned forward, his lips touching the shell of your ear. “Well i’m not so stupid. I can see how much you crave my touch.” You tried to still your racing heart as his breath fawned over your neck. Tried not to give him what he wanted. “How much you craved to just be… touched.”

You gasped when his other hand, one you hadn’t even been focusing on, trailed across your stomach, slipping under your shift. Void’s, or rather Stiles’s. cool hand touched your warm stomach, causing you to flinch at the touch. Then, you felt his head dip down, his lips pressing against your neck as he pressed soft kisses and nipped lightly at the sensitive skin.

“St-Stop,” you mumbled pathetically. Even as you spoke though, your back curved into him.

“Stop?” Void questioned, pulling back. You bit back the whine at the loss of his touch. “Are you sure?”

You glared up at him, “Scott will be here any moment.”

Void pushed off of you then, letting go of you as he came to a stand before you. “You’re right. I should go…” Your jaw slacked at his words, and you hated the fact that you missed his touch. Missed his body over your own. “But,” Void called, bringing your attention back on him. “I will be back.”

He leaned forward then again, surprising you as he pressed a kiss against your lips. It was only for a moment, before he pulled away and suddenly was striding to the front door, leaving as fast as he could. “Try not to miss me too much.”

It took Scott another ten minutes to get there, to which he promptly burst through the front door. His wide, panicked eyes fell on you, still sat on the couch, dumbfounded. “Y/N!” He called, rushing over to you, Isaac and Allison trailing behind him. “Are you okay?”

You took Scott’s hand, nodding numbly. “Yeah… yeah… He didn’t hurt me.”

“Then what did he want?” Isaac asked.

You paused, wondering if you should tell the truth. “…I don’t know.”

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Family - The Cullens

Pairing: The Cullens x Reader

Characters: Jasper Hale, Alice Cullen, Edward Cullen, Emmett Cullen, Rosalie Hale

Warnings: N/A

Request: Anon: “where the cullens (mainly Jasper and Alice) took in a turned a girl (who is the reader) who was close to death and she eventually falls for a human and doesn’t tell them and runs away. And just their reaction? And meeting the boy and trying to explain it all”

Word Count: 617

Author: Hannah

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