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hi! What about Aaron coming to help you with a popped tired before work and reader just feels bad about bothering him or whatever but they’re literally going to the same place:) popped my tired this morning and need to live off my delusions 😭

to your rescue

cw; no established relationship, mutual pining, aaron being darling <3 (and hot)

"i'm so, so sorry." your words left you in an exhale, crossing your arms from where you where standing above aaron.

aaron peeked up from his handiwork, brows drawn into a line over his eyes for a moment, before one quirked up in confusion. "you're sorry your tire popped?"

"no. yes." your face burned in humiliation as you leaned against the hood of aaron's car, watching him replace your tire, a small grunt leaving him as he stuck it in place. "that you had to come to my rescue, and do all this. i didn't mean to inconvenience you and i know you probably have a million things waiting for you at work and you probably had to get jack to school and then you get a call from me who-"

you were rambling as result of being so incredibly frazzled, a peaceful morning turned hectic; the brief panic of feeling your tire give out from underneath you, pulling over amidst morning traffic, not knowing how to switch it out, and having to call your boss, who you happened to have the biggest crush on, of all people to come and save you.

"hey, no," aaron shushed you, shaking his head as he set the lug nuts onto the tire. he was also currently sporting a white undershirt, having removed his suit jacket, button-up and tie to prevent dirtying them - allowing his arms to be on full display as his muscles flexed. "first, i'm just relieved you're alright. and it's not an inconvenience at all. this was on my way, and we're inevitably ending up at the same place, aren't we?"

he paused to meet your gaze, eyebrow raised once more, cheekily this time. your head tilted an inch as you considered this, well yeah.

aaron continued, resuming tightening the bolts on the spare. "jack's already at school, he had to go in early for a club. you called after i already dropped him off."

"i could've called someone else though." you huffed, slight heat filling your cheeks again, "like morgan, or road service for god's sake. but, you were the first person i thought of." the end of your sentence trailed off, as you fell on the shy side.

"i'm glad you did." aaron answered earnestly, so sweetly your blush intensified again. "i would've hated driving past and seeing you stranded on the side of the road. if that was the scenario, i would've stopped regardless."

silence fell overtop you both as aaron finished up, the period of time also allowing for your burning cheeks to cool. once the car was lowered, and aaron was fully satisfied your tire was tightly secure, and safe for you to proceed driving on, did he stand up and finish his thought.

"and besides," his sudden lighter tone of voice piqued your focus back to him, "half the time, i'm looking for an excuse to delay getting the workday started." a smile threatened his face, a shiny line of sweat on his forehead. "don't tell anyone that though. it could ruin me."

you laughed despite yourself - your bad mood, and guilt, nearly disappearing. "of course not. i owe you after this."

aaron chuckled softly, closing your car's trunk after putting the ruptured tire inside. he was just walking past you, to put the tools he had retrieved from his car away, when you grabbed onto his forearm, stopping him in his tracks.

"i mean it, i owe you." you forced yourself to look into his piercing, yet soft, brown eyes, your voice low and sincere. "thank you."

a small, closed lip smile tugged at his face, "by the way, you could never be an inconvenience. especially not to me, i can promise you that."

Hi can I request another jann rozmanowski x fem (Figure skater reader) Where Jann is jealous of another figure skater talking/flirting with the reader? Really love your work!

Pair Skating | Jan Rozmanowski/Jann

Pairing: Jan Rozmanowski/Jann x reader (figure skater!reader)

Summary: Jan didn't have any problem with you switching to pair skating because of your injury... until he does.

Warning/s: a bit of jealously, PDA, mention of injury, possible grammar and spelling mistakes

Author's note: Here it is! Finally!! So sorry for the long wait. I hope you enjoy this and thank you for your kind comment!🤗❤️

It was hard for both you and Jan at first.

For as long as you rememberd you were always skating solo. Alone. You were one of the best known figure skaters in the world. You won many titles and there were were few people who didn't know your name. Loved and known by many, adored by many, admired by many, envied by many.

Your flexibility, speed and durability are the qualities that got you were you are right know. You were doing it alone and you were doing it good. Amazing even. You could always hear people whispering around you everywhere you went. Leopard, thay called you. Your ability to be fast and strong got you that nickname. And just like leopards, you traveled alone.

But even the best animals in the wilderness have their downs. On one gloomy Saturday morning you were injured during your trainings. You didn't see it coming, nobody did, truth to be told, but it happened. So fast.

You were quickly transported to the nearest hospital and your twisted ankle was at bay.

Jan, your boyfriend, almost had a heart attack. He was in Poland at that time and you knew that not even your convincing words would stop him from taking the plane and flying off to you.

At first it all went fine. Your ankle was recovering pretty quickly and you accidentally felt great. You could stand on your own again and you could walk around normally again. Very soon, you could even run! It was too good to be true. You felt like you were ready to step back onto the ice and your trainer agreed, but on one condition. For the time being, you had to switch to pair skating.

It wasn't going to be for forever! Your trainer insisted on it for your own safety. Until you were completely healed and back in your old condition. You didn't mind it at all! It was perfect. You didn't have to be all alone and you would feel safer with completely healthy skating partner. You weren't the one who had any problems with it. It was Jan who didn't really like the idea of it.

Don't get it wrong here, he actually loved the fact that you would be safe, especially considering your current state because of your injury. He loved the excitement and enthusiasm that you showed every time that was brought up in the conversation. Jan loved the idea of it, actually. Until he didn't. More precisely, up until your new skating partner decided that it would be a good idea to flirt with you.

Jan wasn't someone who gets jealous easily. He came to your training sessions every time you invited him. He was fine with your new skating partner, Liam, and you doing a bit more mature programs and everything. He didn't mind the touches, the holding, the closeness, he was pretty sure that he wouldn't even mind if you just had to kiss Liam because of the performance. Why? Because he trusted you completely and he knew that that would never change. He even had the trust in Liam to not make any moves on you up until one day.

You called Jan to pick you up after your practice because your car was taken by your parent for a day and so you didn't have a way to come home. Jan was delighted to come and get you. He walked into the building, security guard recognized him and let him in. He was walking down the hallway towards the training room.

The moment he walked in he could see you both. Liam and you were talking to each other as you drank your water totally obvious to Liam's pathetic attempts to flirt with you. Jan slowly started to walk towards the two of you, not realizing that he was even moving before he reached you.

"Hello, Liam." Jan greeted with the fire in his eyes as he slung his arm over your shoulders. Liam eyed him a bit, his whole face just radiating "annoyed". Despite of that, he greeted Jan back and continued to mindlessly flirt with you in front of him. You didn't realize what was going on as the conversation kept going. However you could guess what was up as Jan started to touch you in front of Liam more. It started out as him slowly pulling you towards him, then wrapping his arms around you and finally he started to kiss the back of your neck.

"I think it's time to go, my love." Jan spoke up after few more minutes, you still in his arms as he turned to Liam.

"Liam." He nodded at him before pulling you away, but not before kissing you passionately, roughly even, as you exited the training room. Jan was very aware of Liam angrily staring at his back as he took your breath away with the kiss. He couldn't help but to smirk at the thought of it.

"What was that all about?" You asked him as you walked down the hall, holding hands. Not like you weren't aware of what happened, but you just wanted him to say it.

"I don't know what you're talking about." He told you, innocently, but you knew better. One thing was for sure. You weren't going to give up on this.

"On you know." You started to explain, clearly teasing him. "The touches, the neck kisses and that kiss you gave me just a minute ago."

"Oh, that." He stuttered a bit. "It was nothing."

"You were jealous." You finally said it, smirking at the blush on his cheeks. "Weren't you?"

"No, I wasn't." He immediately denied it and your suspicion was 100% confirmed.

You placed both of your hands on his face as you gave him a sweet kiss, nothing similar to the passionate, hungry, even lustful one that he gave you in front of Liam.

"Oh my God, you are SO jealous!"

"No, I am not!!"

I saw about two to three emoji anons in my requests, and I'M IN LOVEE!! I love emoji anons so much!!!

I will put on my main masterlist the emoji anons that ever visited my requests once I answer the requests.

Emoji anons (and other anons, too) I love you so much. Feel free to request!

Hi, I didn’t see a what not to request thing so ignore this if your not comfortable writing death - but can I request Coriolanus Snow x reader who is a tribute in the games but dies and there’s nothing he can do about it. Just pure angst.

The Fall Of Snow

Pairing: Coriolanus Snow x fem!reader

Summary: She was just supposed to be a pawn in his games, a way to get the Plinth Prize. He wasn't supposed to care. She was just a tribute, after all.

Warning/s: angst, death, kind-of-psycho Snow, Snow in love, crying, probably some spelling and/or grammar mistakes

Author's note: So Snow's actions and behavior may be a little out of his character here, but that is because I made him helplessly in love with reader. I hope this is okay. Enjoy!

The red chair where he sat now seemed to uncomfortable to sit in.

Coriolanus' already strong grip on the armrests of the chair somehow just seemed to tighten, he felt certain that he will probably brake the wood out of which the chair is made of. He felt cold sweat dripping down his forehead as he felt the uncomfortable feeling of shivers going down his spine.

His breathing became raspy, his academy's red uniform somehow became tighter around his neck. He felt like he was grasping the last strings of air in the room crowded with the other mentors, he felt like he was breathing just for the hell of it.

His chest started to squeeze so much it started to hurt him.

He couldn't get the air to tear through to his lungs, and for the first time in a long time Coriolanus' vision became blurry with tears.

He knew that she would be dead either way. She was from District 12 for God's sake! She was the weakest target. Her lack of throat-slicing, bloodthirsty, violent nature was going to be her downfall the moment she stepped into that arena.

She was quite small, weak even, but not like that was surprising to him. She came from the loser District. She was somehow a person who wouldn't hurt a fly, let alone kill someone. Even if it was a stranger.

He knew all of this, therefore he didn't have any reason to be surprised.

Yet it felt like he was going to choke on the uncomfortable, unbearable even, feeling of something in his throat as he felt cameras moving onto his face to capture the moment where a tribute lost a mentor. Or rather mentor losing their tribute. But this wasn't like the times before, with the other mentors, with his classmates, that left the room before him.

He knew that this is different. He felt it.

Coriolanus Snow was aware that he was supposed to have the control of his emotions like many times before.

Right now, what he was supposed to do is what was expected of him to do. Look into the camera and wave it off. Play it off as if he was just happy to be here. To play a modest, charming, bright and above all young Capitol citizen and to lean over toward Lucky Flickerman's microphone, that was already showed into his face, and to answer the questions with a charming smile pressed onto his face.

Yet he couldn't even look away from the screen on the wa in the middle of the room, let alone answer Lucky Flickerman's questions like many before him.

He watched her dead body on the floor in the middle of the arena with a shaky breath that left his lips without his permission.

Lucky Flickerman's questions rang next to his ear.

It seems like he was repeatedly asking him something yet Coriolanus somehow never heard him. Every noise in the room came into his ears as a form of beeping.

His vision blurry even tho he tried to stop it.

The only noise that seemed to constantly increase its volume is his ragged breathing.

Coriolanus watched as another tribute grabbed her body by the ankles as he started to drag her over to the pile of bodies that belonged to other deceased tributes.

Coriolanus watched her laid out hand dragging itself after her, her hair everywhere as one single tear slid down her eyes that were still open.

Haunting him.

Why didn't he do more? What didn't he save her? Why didn't she win? She should have won...

She should have won.

Coriolanus Snow didn't know how it happened and why was it happening.

He suddenly stood up, his hand gripping something in the pocket of his uniform, and without even spearing one glance towards Lucky Flickerman, Clemensia who tried to grab his shoulder before he did something stupid.

He didn't spare a glance at anyone for that matter as his legs carried him away from his chair, away from the room, away from the look of her dead body.

He walked out of the room as fast as he could, trying not to look at any cameras.

He pulled the handkerchief that she used before she was violently thrown into the games to fight for her own life.

It was still wet from her tears.

He felt his own tear dropping onto the handkerchief, mixing with her tears. The tears of his now forever lost tribute.

Coriolanus Snow promised something to himself that day.

When he gets married one day, he will do it out of profit, out of perhaps mutual interest, not out of love.

Never out of love.

Love he had for his tribute brought him here. It brought him this tight feeling in his chest that, no matter what happens or what he does, he can't get rid of.

As he wiped one lost tear with her (his) handkerchief, he promised himself to never loose control ever again.

Yet he knew one thing. Those eyes, hair and smile would haunt him forever, as long as he was alive, but he will gladly remember it. The last thing, along with the handkerchief, he had left of her. His love, his tribute, that died in the arena.

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How would u describe descendants:rise of red James hook..? Like his character cuz I wanna start writing for him but I wanna know how others see his character

Hi!

So, personally, I would describe James Hook as someone who is first and foremost mischievous. That's the key. He's a person who likes to tease others just for his own fun. Someone who constantly has a smirk on his face as he does. I think that he's also someone who is very goofy in a way that is actually endearing, and it's what makes him so lovable and an amazing villain in Descendants: The Rise of Red.

I honestly hope that I helped you even a little bit. I wish you luck in your writing. Have fun with it, of course! That's all that matters. Also, I would love to be tagged in your fics when you write them about him. ♡

Raw, next question.

yall.