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The real barbie is Y/n.
Y/n’s a doctor, a cop, a scientist, an agent, vet, hero, villain, astronaut, lawyer, spy, criminal, artist, chef, engineer, psychologist, architect, journalist, firefighter, event planner, mechanic, photographer, musician, actor, interior designer, bartender, fashion designer, barista, florist, forensic scientist, flight attendant, profiler, tour guide, translator, etc.
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ENTRY LEVEL MEANS NO EXPERIENCE. IT MEANS NO PORTFOLIO OF RELEVANT SAMPLES. ENTRY LEVEL IS ENTRY LEVEL
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I keep thinking the story I'm writing is gonna go one way and then the characters in the book go 'Actually, no.'
I created you, why are you fighting me
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I wrote this today… Andy is book 6
Andy headed towards one of the empty tables, he was halfway there when he heard his name being called. He glanced over his shoulder to see Chris waving him over.
“Hey Barber come sit with us” he called out.
Andy did his best not to look surprised as he walked over “you guys alright?” He asked glancing around at the players at the table, Chris joined by Ari, Johnny, Jensen and Curtis.
“Yeah just thought you might want some company” Chris shrugged, smiling as he gestured for the last remaining seat at their table.
“Oh thanks” Andy said as he sat down.
There was a beat of awkward silence before the guys went on with their usual banter. Chris tried to get Andy involved in the conversation, he appreciated the effort but there would always be that awkward divide between players and coaches.
It was only when Andy pulled out the sweet treat that you’d given him earlier that everyone’s attention was on him.
“Whoa what is that?” Jensen asked adjusting his glasses.
Andy frowned as he looked down at the treat “uh a millionaires shortbread I think?”
“Shit where’d you get that? I didn’t see that up there” Johnny asked his head poking up over the crowd looking towards the buffet.
“Friend gave it to me” Andy answered “there is dessert up there if you want it”
Chris snorted “you mean banana in disguise”
Andy frowned “you don’t like it?”
Ari shook his head “none of us do” he said, all of them nodding in agreement, even Curtis grunted
“don’t get us wrong the new chef is amazing, we’ve never had a diet taste so good, but his desserts are just bananas in different forms” Chris explained with a disapproving shake of the head.
“We’re sick of it, I’ve totally gone off bananas now” Johnny explained “I mean Annie was eating one that other day and it turned me off instead of on”
Ari was quick to slap Johnny around the back of his head “hey that’s my sister you’re talking about there”
Johnny rubbed the back of his head “sorry but it’s true” he admits before turning his attention back to Andy “so if you can hit us up with your dealer we would greatly appreciate it, we’ll keep it on the downlow”
Andy considered it for a moment, glancing back towards the buffet where the desserts had gone untouched “i’ll see what i can do”
I saw this on tiktok and it perfectly describes why Boston Bears is taking me a while to write..
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Sneak Peak
That was until you squirmed in your sleep, pulling a groan from Chris as your ass rubbed against his crotch causing all his blood to travel south. He buried his face in the crook of your neck and took a few deep breaths to calm himself down.
It didn’t help though as you did it again and then once more. It was only when Chris felt your chest shuddering that he realised you weren’t asleep at all. Shifting up onto his elbow his suspicions were confirmed when he saw you biting back a smile.
“You little devil” he chuckled wrapping his arms around you tightly.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you said with a false tiredness in your voice.
“Oh, so you don’t need a taste of your own medicine?” Chris smirked as he moved his hand up so his fingertips brushed over the underside of your breasts.
Your breath hitched as he teased you “No…” you muttered.
Can you guess the series?????
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That was until you squirmed in your sleep, pulling a groan from Chris as your ass rubbed against his crotch causing all his blood to travel south. He buried his face in the crook of your neck and took a few deep breaths to calm himself down.
It didn’t help though as you did it again and then once more. It was only when Chris felt your chest shuddering that he realised you weren’t asleep at all. Shifting up onto his elbow his suspicions were confirmed when he saw you biting back a smile.
“You little devil” he chuckled wrapping his arms around you tightly.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you said with a false tiredness in your voice.
“Oh, so you don’t need a taste of your own medicine?” Chris smirked as he moved his hand up so his fingertips brushed over the underside of your breasts.
Your breath hitched as he teased you “No…” you muttered.
Can you guess the series?????
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Sneak Peak
That was until you squirmed in your sleep, pulling a groan from Chris as your ass rubbed against his crotch causing all his blood to travel south. He buried his face in the crook of your neck and took a few deep breaths to calm himself down.
It didn’t help though as you did it again and then once more. It was only when Chris felt your chest shuddering that he realised you weren’t asleep at all. Shifting up onto his elbow his suspicions were confirmed when he saw you biting back a smile.
“You little devil” he chuckled wrapping his arms around you tightly.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you said with a false tiredness in your voice.
“Oh, so you don’t need a taste of your own medicine?” Chris smirked as he moved his hand up so his fingertips brushed over the underside of your breasts.
Your breath hitched as he teased you “No…” you muttered.
Can you guess the series?????
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I saw this on tiktok and it perfectly describes why Boston Bears is taking me a while to write..
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Girl maths becoming a thing has done terrible things to my bank account
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Guys I’m crying with laughter rn.
So i’m in the middle of an exposure therapy course for my fear and anxiety around vomit and sickness etc.
I’m on the stage of watching hospital based program where people are unwell but there’s hi actual vomit or gross medical procedures.
My therapist sent me the clips to watch, I opened the first one and its that scene from gifted when Frank takes mary to the hospital to see people come out to announce babies being born 😂
I’m watching Chris Evans for therapy and i’m loving it 😂
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Congrats babes on 3000 followers! If you're still taing requests , I would love to see Curtis Everett/Mob AU/"You don't know what I'm capable of."
Thank you so much! and oh my goodness, Curtis + Mob AU is the most delicious of pairings!
Bait and Switch - Mob!Curtis Everett x Reader
Summary: A meeting with Curtis 'The Axe' Everett takes a surprising turn
Word Count: 2k
Warnings: Darkish? Mob Dynamics! Arranged Marriage! Language! Guns! Brief Mention of Blood!
Dividers by @firefly-graphics
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You smoothed out your black shimmering dress, the one you chose because it looked like an endless night sky, in the back seat of the car. Your gaze was set on the numerous industrial buildings you passed as you drove through town. It was different to what you were used to, trees that went on for miles only broken up by long drives towards estates. It was different in that despite the lack of nature it felt alive, like the buildings were breathing as men and women moved around on the streets.
The placement of a hand on top of yours drew your attention away from the view. You glanced over and smiled gently at your husband as his thumb brushed over the large ruby on your finger.
“It goes well with your dress” Bryce murmured.
The corner of your lips twitched upwards “black does go with everything” you pointed out with a smirk.
Bryce snorted and shook his head as he smoothed down his tie “I would have preferred to have worn something with a bit more oomph but I want us to look like a team”
You nodded your head in agreement “The deal is pretty much finalised right?”
“Right, but nothing is set in stone until the signature is on the paper, so I just need you to be my secret weapon” Bryce smirked as he leant over and caressed your cheek.
You nodded your head, you understood exactly what that meant. You were there to look pretty and be a distraction while the men signed the deal.
It was a risky strategy. You were meeting Curtis Everett, otherwise known as The Axe and in the mob world if your leader had a nickname they were in a league of their own.
But you were confident that he would fall into the trap you laid like a black widow. In previous meetings, you’d caught his icy blue eyes lingering on you and what you wore then was far less revealing and tempting than the dress you wore now. If everything went to plan he would be too distracted by your looks to notice the changes to the contract Bryce had made.
Soon enough the car pulled into the nicer end of the industrial area. As you stepped out of the car you glanced around, it was clear lots of money had been pumped into this part of town yet it had kept its industrial charm.
You looped your arm in Bryce’s and allowed him to lead you inside the apartment building. The doorman waved the both of you through, directing you to the top floor where Curtis’ penthouse apartment was.
The man himself was waiting for you when the elevator doors opened. He wore a simple white shirt and black slacks. Much more understated than Bryce’s three-piece suit yet he remained the better dressed out of the two.
“Welcome,” Curtis greeted as you walked over.
“You have a lovely place” you commented as you looked around.
The industrial look had carried on inside his penthouse. It was full of deep blues and browns with accents of metal throughout. Despite all that, it was warm, welcoming and comfortable. Much different to the stately home you shared with Bryce where all the furniture was so posh that it looked nice but it wasn’t comfortable.
Curtis grunted and his lips twitched upwards as he glanced over at you. His icy blue eyes roamed over your body before he turned “this way”
You follow him into the next room which you guessed was the equivalent to Bryce’s drawing room. There was a large roaring fire, various different places to sit all comforting and inviting. There was a wet bar which Curtis was making his way towards, but your attention was captured by the large arched window that took up most of the far wall.
Your arm slipped from Bryce’s as you walked over to the window, your hand reaching out to run your fingers over the black metal frames. You admired the view as the two men began to talk, exchanging basic pleasantries.
You gazed over your shoulder, taking advantage of the men being distracted to survey the room. There was only one entrance or exit, unless you counted the window you stood by. You noted that Curtis didn’t have a bodyguard in the room, the only one was Bryce’s.
You looked at Curtis whose sights were already on you. You gave him a small arch of your brow which he returns with a small dip of his chin. Keeping your eyes on him you sauntered over to where the men stood at the wet bar. Keeping a healthy distance between them and positioning yourself between them and the bodyguard.
Curtis who was stood behind the bar passed Bryce, who was sat on the other side, a tumbler of whiskey before turning his attention to you “Would you like anything?”
You shake your head, hands gently gripping the clutch handbag you brought “No thank you, maybe later to celebrate”
A smirk played on Curtis’ lips as he nodded. He then turned his attention back to Bryce, his face turning as hard as stone. He took a couple of steps back to lean against the back counter and crossed his arms over his chest.
“About that… I’ve been doing my due diligence as any good businessman would do and decided to ask around about you some more, get some more… references” Curtis stated “Let’s just say they were less favourable than the ones you provided”
“If you’re talking about Drysdale he’s a trust fund prick” Bryce growled, his grip tightened around his glass.
“He is” Curtis nods “but his grandfather didn’t have many positive things to say, neither did many others”
“My family has been in this business since we first came to this country hundreds of years ago” Bryce stated tapping his finger down harshly on the bar counter “You need us and this deal, far more than we do”
Curtis’ poker face gives nothing away “I don’t think that’s true, you approached me, I’ve heard your family have been siphoning money and it’s only gotten worse since you took over, you’re approaching the red” he stated.
Bryce’s knuckles turn white “You know nothing about my financial situation, whatever you heard is wrong do you really think I’m foolish enough to advertise that if I was so near the red?” He argued.
“You’re doing it without even realising it” Curtis retorted.
“Sign the goddamn deal already and we can sort all this out later” Bryce growls slapping the contract down onto the bar.
Curtis didn’t move let alone flinch “No”
“I wouldn’t recommend that” you spoke up.
Bryce shot you a glare while Curtis looked over at you inquisitively “Why?” He asked.
“Financial situations aside, Bryce’s family carries a lot of influence, and so does mine it’s the reason he married me” you start “You may have created quite a notorious reputation for yourself but you’re still new and you’ve made a fatal error” you pulled out the gun you hid in your clutch, a silencer in place so even his guards outside the room wouldn’t hear the shot.
Curtis doesn’t flinch “Now I wouldn’t recommend that,” he said, you noticed his hand slyly reaching behind his back, not that it mattered it wouldn’t stop you.
You smirked at him “You don’t know what I’m capable of”
Faster than anyone could realise what was happening, especially Bryce, your aim shifted and the bullet was fired. It found its intended target inside Bryce’s head.
Before Bryce’s body had even slumped onto the bar, Curtis pulled out his own silenced gun and fired, Bryce’s bodyguard collapsed to the floor dead.
Finally, a smirk broke out on Curtis’ face “I think that went perfectly to plan”
“It felt so good too” you sighed, relief coursing through your body.
You grabbed a cloth from the bar and wiped down the gun to remove your fingerprints and remove the silencer. You sauntered over to the dead bodyguard and placed the gun in his hands while removing his gun from his belt.
Everything went according to plan and Bryce was none the wiser. You hadn’t lied when you said the reason Bryce had married you was your family’s influence, but you hadn’t agreed to it your father had. You were the sole heir to the business yet your father didn’t believe you could handle it so married you off. It was truly a marriage of inconvenience.
So when you heard about Curtis six months ago you set up a meeting. It was strictly business to begin with but then it developed into a friendship and then an affair. Which is why the two of you hatched this plan to merge the families and free you from Bryce.
You had been secretly working behind the scenes for weeks, planting enough seeds to doubt in Bryce’s men, gathering enough support that once he was gone they would follow you.
“It was very sexy” Curtis murmured as he moved over to you, placing his hand on your hips, head dipping to press a kiss to your bare shoulder “Freedom is a good look on you”
You smiled up at him, reaching up to cup his cheeks. Your thumbs brushed over his beard as you gazed into his blue eyes which had warmed now the mask was dropped.
“I’m about to look a lot less attractive” you smirked.
Curtis gave you a lopsided smile as he kissed you “Never” he said before kissing the tip of your nose “Ready?”
You nodded as you walked into position. You stood the opposite to where you stood before, so to anyone who entered you would be on the wrong side to where the bullet came from. You also made sure to stand far enough away from Bryce so it wasn’t strange that you weren’t covered in his blood.
Curtis took up his original position and took out his gun, he glanced over at you and nodded to make sure you were ready before he shot another two rounds in quick succession. At the same time, you let out a blood-curdling scream, hand cupped over your mouth playing the part of a wife who’d just witnessed her husband’s murder.
Crocodile tears were streaming down your face as Curtis’ men rushed into the room along with a couple of your own men. Everyone had guns drawn and were pointing them at each other as they surveyed the room.
“What happened?” one of Curtis’ men, Grey, asked.
Curtis shook his head in disbelief “I don’t know, he just shot Bryce out of nowhere” he explained pointing over to the dead bodyguard “I shot him before he could kill anyone else” he added as he glanced over to you.
You were still sobbing as everyone else lowered their guns “he and Bryce had an argument yesterday, something about pay…” one of your men comments as he glanced down at the guard with disgust “What’s gonna happen now? The deal” he asked as he looked at you.
You shook your head and sobbed harder, making sure your entire body shook.
“We’ll sort that out later” Curtis huffed as he made his way out from behind the bar and towards you “Let’s make sure you’re okay first, how about a drink?” he offered as he gently led you to sit down.
You nodded as you sat down, making sure your shoulders were hunched “Thank you” you muttered weakly.
Once your drink was in your hand Curtis saw to the bodies, making sure they were properly disposed of and any blood was cleared up. You kept up your grieving and shocked widow act the entire time, slowly allowing yourself to calm down as time passed.
When enough time had passed Curtis sat down in the chair opposite you “I guess the deal is off?” he asked.
You shook your head “No… it’s still on, but let’s re-negotiate” you said as you looked over at him.
There was no need to negotiate. You and Curtis had already agreed to the deal, you had made sure all of Bryce’s business went to you in the event of his passing before an heir was born. With the deal you struck with Curtis, you now shared them with him, as well as all of his businesses. It was essentially another marriage deal, but the wedding would come later and at least this time it was your choice.
“Sounds like a plan” Curtis smirked.
A/N: Okay so this just might be my favourite oneshot I've written, Mob Curtis is just *chef's kiss*
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🧚🏻♀️✨Bippity boppity bow chicka wow oww! You’ve been visited by the Shameless Hoe Fairy, and now you must share a hoe drabble about:
Blushy!Steve + “Don’t be embarrassed, I think it’s sweet how much you love me.”
Oh I had so much fun coming up with an idea for this! Thank you!
Quick off the mark - CollegeAU!Steve Rogers x Reader
Summary: After a win, you and Steve go celebrate but not everything goes to plan
Word Count: 846
Warnings: Fluff! Smidgin of SMUT! Alcohol consumption! Blushy Steve because he's TOO CUTE!
Dividers by @firefly-graphics
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You were surprised that you still had a voice with all the screaming you’d done the past couple of hours. It was all worth it though when the final whistle blew and you could run onto the football pitch to celebrate.
You practically lept into Steve’s arms, cheerleading pom poms discarded. He laughed as he caught you, his helmet that he’d been holding dropping to the floor.
“Congratulations!” You cheered as you cupped his cheeks and kissed him deeply “I’m so proud of you! That last play was amazing”
Steve grinned up at you, his cheeks pink with both exertion and embarrassment “Thank you doll” he said softly as he captured your lips once more.
You smiled into the kiss, uncaring of the crowds around you. You only dropped out of his arms when you heard his friends jeering knowing he would be getting embarrassed at all the attention. Like you expected his cheeks and tips of his ears were burning red which you thought was the cutest thing ever.
Steve picked his helmet back up, alongside your pompoms before wrapping his arm around your shoulders. You leaned into his side, holding onto the hand that was draped over your shoulder as the two of you walked off the pitch together.
It wasn’t long until the team and supporters were in the usual student bar to celebrate the win. Shots were taken, beers drunk and asses swayed as people partied. You and Steve were practically glued to each other, his hand on your hips and chest pressed into your back as you danced.
You began to feel pretty hot and bothered and one look over your shoulder at Steve told you that he was feeling the same. If his blown pupils were anything to go by. You arched your brow in a silent question which Steve quickly understood and responded with a quick nod of his head.
After saying a quick goodbye to your friends you both stepped out into the cool night. The breeze did nothing to cool you down, if anything you knew you couldn’t wait any longer. The off-campus house that Steve shared with a couple of his teammates wasn’t too far away on a normal night, but right now it felt like miles away.
You spun around to face Steve “I need you, now”
Steve’s brows rose slightly but you could see the cogs in his head turning, he felt the same and was trying to think of a solution. He glanced around before a smirk grew on his face.
“My truck?” he suggested.
You bit your lip “I like your thinking Rogers” you grinned, barely finishing your sentence before Steve tugged you towards his car.
As soon as you were in the truck, you moved to staddle Steve’s lap, hand cupping his jaw as you kissed him deeply. He responded by tugging you down onto him, hands gripping your hips before travelling around your body, specifically to your chest.
You instantly moaned and rolled your hips down onto his growing erection that was straining again his jeans. You silently cursed the material that separated you but you were enjoying the friction too much to do anything about it.
Steve’s moans encouraged you to keep going, rolling your hips against him as you continued to make out in his truck. You were so lost in the good feelings that you didn’t notice Steve’s curses and attempts to slow you down until it was too late.
“Shit, shit, wait I- uh- shitttt” he moaned his head tilted back.
You pulled back enough to see the blissed-out expression on his face and instantly realised what had happened. You had made him orgasm by just rolling your hips against him, something that made you smirk at him.
You watched as he screwed his eyes shut, his face turning the deepest shade of red as he peaked an eye open. Embarrassment was clear on his face.
“Shit- sorry I tried - I just” he stuttered as he tried to reason with you.
It was unnecessary though, you weren’t annoyed in the slightest “It’s okay Steve” you said softly, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
Steve sighed and dropped his head “It’s not, it’s embarrassing” he muttered.
“Don’t be embarrassed” you said cupping his cheeks, “I think it’s sweet how much you love me” you smirked.
That got a chuckle out of him, the pink tinge slowly fading away from his face “Well in my defence seeing you in your cheerleading uniform and then this dress…” he said, fingers playing with the hem of your mini dress which had ridden almost completely up “only a saint can have that much control”
You gave him a knowing lopsided smirk “And we both know you are no saint” you said “Plus we both know it doesn’t take you long to get going again” you added, rolling your hips once more to prove your point “So why don’t we quickly head back to yours and you can make it up to me”
Steve grinned “deal,” he said before kissing you deeply.
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IT HAS BEEN FOUND! MY BROTHER TOOK IT THINKING IT WAS HIS! IT WASNT MY FAULT IT WENT MISSING!
Sometimes I wonder why I bother organising anything because whenever I do I put things in super safe places that are so safe I then can’t remember where I put them 🙃
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I just gave myself a heart attack thinking I'd lost the work I'd done on Part 5 of Boston Bears, but it just wasn't in the series folder because i made the document on my phone instead of my laptop 🙃
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