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Slow Dance
Christian Bale!Bruce Wayne x reader
Another Advent treat for you all! This time, a little something for the DC fans. Enjoy!
You were in the kitchen with Bruce. The charity Christmas galas you had to attend with him at this time of year were just so tiresome. You wished you never had to go at all, but you knew it was important for Bruce’s status that he attended - and that meant that you had to go, too. You had got changed out of your ridiculously fancy outfit and into your Christmas pyjamas.
You were cooking dinner and he was sitting at the table, reading the newspaper. Some article about stocks or the like. The radio was playing quietly in the corner, as it so often was. The station had been infected with all the Christmas hits. You were ever-so-slightly swaying to the drum beat, totally unconsciously. Dancing was something that you quite enjoyed, you had to admit. Though not whilst being watched by hundreds of people who would just as soon step on you than look at you. Being Bruce Wayne’s partner certainly had some interesting side effects.
Suddenly, the opening notes to your favourite Christmas song started playing; it had a slow beat, perfect for dancing. You wanted to share this romantic moment with Bruce, the love of your life.
You had been together for a few years, each one more loving than the last. To be honest, you were thinking about asking him to marry you.
So, you glided towards Bruce, keen to capture him in a dance. Bruce was a total flirt, and he wasn’t afraid to admit it either. You loved his flirtatious remarks, and especially when he called you beautiful or gorgeous or stunning. It always made your day. He could always cheer you up whenever you were down with a simple, sunny smile, and you loved him for it.
You reached your destination, stopping in front of Bruce with a grin. He was so absorbed in his newspaper that he hadn’t noticed you yet, so you held out your hand for him to grab. He looked up and met your eyes lovingly. He stood in one, fluid motion, and placed his arms around you. You had never felt safer. Slowly, the two of you began to sway to the beat, and once again caught each other’s gaze; completely full of love.
The song seemed to last forever, and you felt the happiest you had felt in a while. With him, nothing else mattered, only the two of you. You heard the quietest of creaks and ever-so-gentle footsteps, and Alfred appeared at the door, unbeknownst to you. He had come to ask Bruce for some advice, and to tell him his post had arrived, but instead he stopped, smiled, and left the two lovers to their waltz.
Finally, the song finished, but you kept on swaying, not wanting to disturb the perfect peace of the wonderful moment you were in. If it were possible, you would have stopped time and stayed like that forever. Bruce stopped, though, and slightly surprised, so did you. You just held each other for a minute. At last, he brought you slightly away from him, looked into your eyes, smiled that gorgeous smile and kissed your forehead gently, before pulling you back into a hug.
And people say that romance is dead.
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A/N: Thanks so much for reading, and I hope you’ve enjoyed it! You guys rock!
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❤️The Cullen Family Valentine’s Special!❤️
As promised, here is the Cullen Family Valentine’s Special! Hope you enjoy, as it took me a fair while to write.
SUMMARY: some headcanons for how you would spend Valentine’s Day with all the Cullens (and human!Bella)
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Carlisle
· As the hospital knew he was such a hard worker, they gave him the day off (he definitely deserved it)
· He hid little gifts around the house for you to find
o They consisted of roses, love notes, hand-made items, photos of the two of you and much more
· There were so many literally everywhere in the house that you found them for days afterwards
· You two just sat on the sofa in each other’s arms the whole day, never moving for anything
· After a day of gentle loving, Carlisle blindfolded you and took you in the car to his favourite secret spot
· It wasn’t a long drive, but you found yourself growing slightly impatient on the journey
· He surprised you with one of the nicest places you’d ever seen
· You vowed it would become your special place, just as it was Carlisle’s
· You found yourselves at the bend in a beautiful river, just in time to see the sun sink slowly beneath the horizon, in a glowing burst of colours
o It was the most phenomenal thing you had ever seen (besides Carlisle himself)
· Sat on blankets, you chatted the day away, until the night grew dark and cold
· You started to get up, but Carlisle pulled you gently back down
o ‘my love, look at the stars!’
· and you did.
· If you thought the sunset was stunning, the inky black sky just redefined the word
· Constellations littered the sky, every star its own perfect heaven
· The rest of the night was spent laying on the blanket, hand in hand, gazing up at the night sky
Esme
· The two of you spent your Valentine’s Day doing good things for the town:
o You baked cookies for hospital patients
o You made cards to give to the rest of the Cullens and your friends
o You treated the workers of the library to a home-made pie
o You gave roses and good wishes to people you saw on the street
o And just the general spreading of good, Valentine’s cheer
o And you had a damn good time doing it
· All that doing good had almost made you forget yourselves on this, the day of love
· Almost
· At home, you found a bouquet of roses from Esme herself waiting for you on the kitchen table, along with a DVD of your favourite movie and a photo in a frame she had decorated herself
· The two of you sat on the sofa and watched your favourite romantic movies together, cuddled under blankets
· When the day turned to night, you surprised Esme with a necklace you had made her and a bouquet of her favourite flowers
o She put the necklace on immediately and swore never to take it off
· You decided to put on your CD of love songs and you danced together in the kitchen, so in love
· Definitely one of the best days you’d ever spent together
Edward
· Edward took you to his most sacred place, the meadow
· He made sure that you were out of the house before sunrise, so you could watch the sun creep from below the horizon together
o You made it just in time
· The feeling of running through the forest and streaking across the meadow was a high you were sure you wouldn’t feel ever again
· At last you fell on the soft, flowery ground just as the sun was making its ascent
o It was beautiful
· But not as breath-taking as the person sitting next to him, Edward told you
o If you could have blushed, you would have
· When the dawn had well and truly broken, Edward started pulling things out of the backpack he had brought
o He had board games, books, puzzles, sketch pads, you name it
· You whiled away the day playing your favourite games together
· Edward revelled in the opportunity to play chess with you, being the only person whose mind he couldn’t read
· When you played every game several times, you just lay down in the soft grass and held each other for hours and hours
· It felt so wonderful to let the sun shine on your face for once, and you saw the sparkle of Edward’s skin – you knew yours was identical, and you loved it
· You talked to each other in hushed voices, but mostly lay in silence; your company was enough for each other
o You gazed up at his gorgeous features; they never failed to take your breath away
· The day had passed quick as a wink, and before you knew it then sun was sinking below the horizon, spreading its beautiful colours across the landscape, and glittering golden on your faces, as you smiled at each other
· You sat there, looking at each other until the sun had left the sky
o ‘my love, it’s twilight’
· and it was.
· The light was half there and half not, and it was beautiful
· Finally, you streaked through the forest again together at midnight, racing each other, laughing so loud the people three towns over heard it
· It had been the best day you’d ever had
Rosalie
· She took you out for a drive in her red convertible
· She drove so fast you screamed and laughed together
· The feeling of breezing down the roads was exhilarating; it filled you with euphoria and a palpable giddiness you’d never felt before
· The streets were deserted; there was no-one to stop your fun
· Rosalie drove you to all your favourite places, and you got out, sat and talked together at every one
· Once you had seen all your favourite places, Rosalie took you to hers
· There were meadows, streams, forests, everything
· She had good taste
· At your final stop, the place where you had your first date, she gave you a gift: your favourite flowers and a ring
o It was her promise to you to love you forever
§ If she ever thought you’d leave her, she was crazy
· You finished the evening by singing love songs together sat on a blanket on the banks of a gentle stream, not a care in the world
· You could see the sun set in its gentle waters
· Rosalie held you close in her strong arms, and you felt that you couldn’t be close enough
· Your hands touched accidentally, but you grasped Rosalie’s tightly, knowing how she had struggled in the past
· You didn’t let go for the rest of the night
· On the drive back home, you screamed the same songs at the top of your voices, not caring one bit about being heard by people
· When you got back home, a giggling mess, you cuddled up together on the sofa, completely drunk on love
Alice
· She took you out shopping and told you to pick whatever you wanted
· She treated you to a brand-new outfit, which you wore that night when you went out to a Valentine’s Day party thrown by one of your friends
o You two slow danced the night away
· When you returned home at midnight, the two of you treated yourselves to self-care and romantic movies
· When you got bored of the movies, you held each other close for the rest of the night, Alice making sure that you were always feeling comfortable and loved
· It was so perfectly romantic you could have sworn you were dreaming the whole time
· A soft, sweet and gentle Valentine’s Day
(sorry, I couldn’t think of much for Alice – I may add more to this if I get more inspiration)
Emmett
· The two of you left the house very early and went for a morning walk in the forest
· Nobody had seen you leave, it was more thrilling than you thought it would be
· You made your way there, only running when you were sure you were out of sight of any unsuspecting humans
· The gentle sunbeams fell through the leafy green ceiling and sparkled on your skin
· You grinned at each other, as Emmett suddenly sprinted away from you
· Determined not to let him get away from you, you followed at full speed
· You eventually caught up to him in a clearing, where he was stood in front of a large log, grinning widely
· You knew what he was thinking
· You were by him in an instant, arm held out, hand ready for him to take
· He did so, and it began
· He thought he was winning at first, and he relaxed, overly confident, and you saw your chance to beat him and win
· And that you did
· He was shell-shocked, in a word
· You laughed at his kicked-puppy face, until he cracked a smile and tackled you to the ground
· You lay there, laughing together, never happier
· Eventually, you got up and continued walking
· You talked all the time, hand in hand
· Walking, walking, walking till it was past sunset
· Eventually, you only saw by the light of the moon
· Emmett told you it looked stunning sparkling off your face like that
· You stopped suddenly, and he did too, confused, until you ran off this time
· He took a while to catch up
· You had to stop at the edge of the forest, lest any humans were around at this unlikely hour
· You walked home, hand in hand, having spent a long, wonderful day with each other
Jasper
· He took you to his favourite place, the top of a hill
· A somewhat unlikely place for vampires to hang out, as you were in full sun
· It was especially risky as it was an abnormally nice day for February
o You had to bring a big floppy hat to hide your sparkling skin
· However, the risk made it all the more exciting to the two of you
· There you sat, on the top of the hill, until you saw humans climbing up it
· This you took as your cue to get out of there
· What were this bunch of hikers going to say when they happened across two sparkling “teenagers” on the top of the hill?
· Not very much, you suspected; only a great deal of screaming
o You usually didn’t mind attention, although this was the type of attention Carlisle would not be fond of
· So, you got out of there
· You ran down the other side of the hill as quickly as you could, which was very risky as well
· However, as you both were basically flashes of light, nobody saw you
o It was kind of a miracle actually
· You found yourselves in the same forest where you had met, and in the same clearing too
· You decided to sit against a tree and reminisce for a while
· You brought out your pocket knife and began to carve your names into the tree you were sat against, vowing that you would come back whenever possible for some peace and quiet
o Jasper agreed
· Something inside you told you that it wouldn’t be very long before you were back
Bella
· You spent the day at Bella’s house as it was the weekend
· You had agreed between you that Bella would provide entertainment, and you would provide the food, being the better cook
· Bella didn’t disappoint; she had rented tons of rom coms for you to watch
· When you walked into the house, you found every surface was covered in every candle that Bella owned, lit up and producing a lovely, warm glow
· It was like the glow you felt in your heart when you were with her
· The sofa was buried under blankets and pillows
· You hadn’t disappointed either; you had prepared a wonderful lasagne for the two of you, and had brought soup for lunch too
· Plus, Charlie had gone out for the day, so you had the place to yourselves
· Bella decided to start with Love Actually, then you chose Breakfast at Tiffany’s
· You watched the movies cuddled on the sofa, hand in hand
· After the 2 movies, it was lunchtime, so you heated the soup you had brought and served it between the two of you, whilst watching Bridget Jones’ Diary
· After Bridget Jones, you grew bored of the movies, and decided to bake cupcakes instead
· Now, it had to be said that the cupcakes you made weren’t the greatest, but that was only because you were too busy chucking cake batter at each other and laughing to care about them
· However, by the end of the 3 hours it took to make them, you had a plate of half-decent cupcakes, but a very messy kitchen, dirty clothes and cake batter filled hair
· It was only an hour till Charlie was due to return, so Bella and you had to run around like headless chickens trying to clear things up
· Then you had to run around like headless chickens cleaning yourselves up
· Just as you heard the key in the lock you sprinted to the sofa and jumped on it
· Charlie walked in to two girls grinning on the sofa, looking the happiest he’d ever seen them
· He smiled too, happy to see you two happy
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A/N: thanks so much for reading! Don’t hesitate to send in any requests you have, and I will answer it ASAP after my hiatus (should be a couple more weeks till my schedule calms down)
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Can I request a scenario for Edward Cullen where reader falls asleep on his shoulder for the first time?
reader is his mate but they're not romantically involved yet-
we are just starved for Edward fluff on here 😭 I hope im not being too vague with my request. have a great day!
Sleepy Cuddles (10/1/23)
Edward Cullen x reader
A/N: Hey Nonnie! Thank you for your well wishes - I am sending you some too! Thank you for sending this request in, and I hope you like it :)
SUMMARY: reader falls asleep on Edward’s shoulder for the first time - just a bit of fluff!
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You and Edward were mates. But because he was 104 years old, and quite a traditional man in his values, you had never really done anything romantic, or even had much physical contact.
That’s why you were so excited by what had happened the other night.
You had had a tough week, and as a result you were exhausted beyond belief. However, you decided to spend some quality time with Edward, rather than going to sleep (logical - who wouldn’t?). So that’s where you found yourself. On the couch, next to Edward (a sufficient distance away, obviously) watching a gory horror movie of his choosing. Apparently, this was because he ‘wanted to see “monsters” like himself on screen’. You found this to be complete and utter rubbish, as you knew that behind the sparkling stone-cold killer exterior, he was a complete softie; though he did his best to keep this side of him hidden away (however, you’d found it).
Now, it had to be said that you weren’t the biggest fan of horror movies. Especially not the gory ones. However, you wanted to finally make a move on Edward. You used this combination of factors to formulate a plan in your head: you would try to inch closer to him on the sofa, very discreetly. This would also make a welcome distraction to the horrible scenes on the screen, and a way to keep yourself awake.
Unbeknownst to you, Edward had noticed you moving closer to him. At first, he had tried to inch away from you as you were inching towards him; but after a while, he realised that, deep inside his cold heart (that was not so cold for you), he had wanted to make a move on you for a while, so he sat still and let you move closer to him.
About halfway through the film, your arms were almost touching. You felt a little spark of excitement in your heart as you realised that you were one minute movement away from being shoulder-to shoulder with Edward. You found you weren’t bold enough to make that final move yet, however the universe had decided you were ready. The movie suddenly took a violent turn, and it made you jump, nearly into Edward’s arms. You felt him tense up a little at the unexpected contact, but he relaxed almost immediately. The two of you were finally TOUCHING! You just couldn’t believe it.
The film was about 3/4 of the way through, and as much as you tried, you just couldn’t keep your eyes open. They grew heavier and heavier until you were sure you were about to lose the fight. Finally, you did. You fell asleep; your head falling softly on Edward’s shoulder. Edward, being the good man that he was, let you stay there. As you slept on silently, Edward was having some trouble keeping his gorgeous smile off his face. If he was honest, he enjoyed the feeling of having someone trust him that much to sleep on his shoulder. Although he would never admit to that.
The movie finished, but Edward stayed sat on the sofa, not wishing to disturb you. After a little while had gone by, he took you in his arms slowly and carefully so you wouldn’t notice and wake up; your head on his shoulder all the while. He placed a gentle kiss on your head, and told himself to stop beating about the bush and give you all the love in the world. Hell, he promised he would give you the world if you wanted it. And so, there you both were. Edward Cullen cuddling you all night long, his head resting on yours. Edward found he couldn’t bear to let you go, even when morning came.
All it took for him to realise his deep, true love for you was you trusting him, and wanting to be with him, even doing something you hated.
That night, Edward promised to love you forever and always.
A/N: Thanks so much for reading. I hope you’ve enjoyed this! You guys rock!
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Yule Ball
Cedric Diggory x reader
A Harry Potter Advent special for you! Enjoy! Also this is really cliché and cheesy but oh well! (by the way both Cedric and reader are 7th years)
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The Yule Ball. Quite possibly the most hotly anticipated date in the school calendar. And you had nobody to go with.
All your friends had been asked, as they told you excitedly in late-night dorm room gossip sessions. You couldn't help but sigh with jealousy, even though you smiled and said you were happy for them. You never got any attention from anybody, and you kind of liked it that way, until this whole Yule Ball business got started. The announcement at the start of the year had got everybody excited, yourself included, but as time went on you grew rather fed up of hearing about it every five minutes. After half-term it got unbearable. Everybody talked about what dresses they were wearing, what shoes they had bought, accessories… it went on and on and on.
If you had to pick somebody to go with, it would be Cedric Diggory. But he’d already be going with someone, there was no way someone like him didn't have a date already.
You’d liked him ever since first year, since that time that your hands accidentally touched in potions, over some sliced Dragon skin. You’d never forgotten it, but you assumed that he had. But… recently, you’ve been catching him looking at you as you pass him in the corridor, more than what would be normal for such an interaction. It was like he was looking for you, actively seeking you out. It was so bizarre that you just couldn't fathom it. Hogwarts’ golden boy was looking at you? (not that it wasn’t warranted, you’re absolutely gorgeous) You shared a DADA class, and it was so weird… you could’ve sworn he spent more time trying to stare at you discreetly than listening to the professor. He was distracting you by doing absolutely nothing at all, and it finally came to a head when the professor asked you a question you couldn’t answer. He just blushed and said you didn’t know, earning you a, frankly, withering look.
You tripped through the rest of the day, confused, until you felt a hand on your shoulder after the end of school, when you were just about to head to your common room. You looked around, and it was Cedric.
‘Y/N… I have something to ask you.’ he said softly, looking into your eyes. He was displaying a rare moment of vulnerability! You stared back at him, too shocked to say anything. He took it as a sign to continue.
‘Listen… I know this is probably a long shot, but would you like to… come to the ball with me?’
Your heart started beating at an alarming pace. You felt sure that he could hear it. Did he really just ask you that? To go to the ball with him? You almost fainted. Before you could do anything silly, you nodded emphatically, a huge grin plastered on your face. He reciprocated it, making your already-madly-beating heart melt.
So that was it. You did have someone to go with after all! Now all of your friend’s boasting made total sense. You wanted to go and scream it out from the Astronomy tower:
I’M GOING TO THE BALL WITH CEDRIC DIGGORY!
But you didn’t. Obviously.
TIMESKIP: THE EVENING OF THE YULE BALL
Tonight’s the night! You had bought your outfit, your shoes, and all the various detritus that comes with an evening out. The weeks following Cedric’s asking you out were nothing like you had ever experienced before. You found him asking you every day how you were, how school was, what your workload was like, etcetera. But he was asking you to actually spend time with him, something you’d never been asked to do before. It was like a dream. Being with Cedric was just so easy - you found out who he really was, outside of his golden-boy persona. He was so lovely, and charming too, and it wasn’t hard to start catching feelings for him. Not that that was any bad thing, of course.
Nobody did much work at school that day, all were too busy dreaming about the night ahead of them. You would not be ashamed to admit that you were among them. The teachers gave you all knowing looks and didn’t set any homework, knowing what you’d all be up to the instant school was finished for the day. It turned out that they were correct: straight after potions, you shot to the common room at lightning speed, opening the door of your dorm to all your giggling friends, already drunk on the party atmosphere of the party that wouldn’t start for hours.
It continued as the hours passed and you all got ready, laughing and smiling. You were genuinely really looking forward to it, more than you thought you would. Most of all, you were excited to see Cedric and spend the night with him. Hair done, outfit on, shoes on, you looked an absolute picture. Staring at yourself in the mirror, you couldn’t really believe it was you. All your friends looked similarly stunning, and marvelled at your ethereal beauty. After that, well, it was time. Descending your dorm room stairs like a host of heavenly angels, everyone in the common room turned their gaze to you. Some of the girls paired off with their dates in the same house, and some of them walked off to meet theirs elsewhere.
Cedric was nowhere to be found, and you grew anxious. Your friends reassured you and told you that he was probably waiting for you at the ball. You nodded, took a deep breath, and headed towards the Great Hall. it wasn’t an easy task in your shoes, but you managed well enough, until you saw the stairs. You decided to stand regally at the top of the staircase for a moment, like royalty surveying their kingdom, to delay your descent. You glanced around worriedly, looking for your date. The hall was decorated immaculately; stars twinkling where the ceiling would be, snow on the white floor, glittering silver tinsel and baubles everywhere the eye could see.
Like a charm, Cedric was standing at the bottom of the large staircase, just staring at you, open-mouthed. He himself looked striking in a black tuxedo and dress robes, his white bow tie tied perfectly. His stunned face gave you the encouragement you needed to start descending the stairs, almost gliding, in fact. You reached him, and he finally recovered.
‘Y/N… I can’t believe this. You look absolutely stunning.’ he said, taking your hand and placing a kiss upon it.
‘Well, Cecric, it has to be said, you do clean up pretty well.’ you quipped back. ‘But seriously, you look fantastic. Really handsome.’ you added quietly, blushing a little. It was true! He really did look amazing, like your very own Prince Charming.
He offered you his arm, smiling, and led you into the hall. He chatted to you whilst you got drinks, and you stood together at the side of the room, sipping on wonderfully fruity mocktails. After a while, he threw you a smirk and held out his hand. You knew what came next. Dancing with Cedric Diggory! You never thought you’d see the day.
Just as you made your way to the dance floor, the up-tempo tune changed to a slow waltz. You’d been dreading a situation like this; luckily, Cedric knew what to do. He held you close, arms around you, and gently pulled you along with him. Eventually, you found the beat and your feet just moved themselves. Once you didn’t have to put all your focus on not tripping over, this dancing business was actually rather enjoyable! You looked up at him for the first time, your eyes locking instantly. He was a much better view than your shoes. You held his gaze throughout the whole rest of the song, and even when it finished, you just stood there, looking at each other.
You finally broke your trance, noticing that the waltz had been replaced with a fast-paced number. The change was almost painful. Once again, Cedric knew exactly what to do; it was like he’d been practising (he probably had been, just to impress you). He held your hands and you jumped around together, attracting the most scathing looks, but for once in your life not caring in the slightest.
And so it carried on that way, hour after precious hour, changing how you danced with each new song. From crazy jigging to Viennese waltzing, you did it all.
Finally, at the end of the evening, he tucked your arm in his and walked you back to your common room, leaving you with a soft kiss on the cheek to remember the night by. You couldn’t sleep that night; your head was filled with the technicolour whirlwind of an evening. Of course, you’d see him tomorrow, and probably every day after that until the end of time, but you would remember that night for the rest of your life.
You couldn’t wait.
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Thanks so much for reading! You rock!
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Super Freak
Aged up!Dwayne Hoover x reader (gender neutral reader – no pronouns used)
SUMMARY: Dwayne finally lets loose at Olive’s pageant, and admits something he never thought he would. Dwayne is aged up.
Word count: 1.6k
A/N: thank you lovely anon for this request! Hope you like it :) Feel free to drop me any other Paul Dano requests if you have them.
Trigger warnings: character death (canon)
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You were friends with the Hoovers.
That was the understatement of the century. You were practically their third child, the amount of time you spent at their place.
At first, it started as babysitting Olive when her parents were busy. You lived nearby, and were known to be extremely trustworthy and so were an obvious choice. Olive took such a shine to you that she began to look for excuses for her parents to go out just so you could come around; Sheryl was happy to oblige with this, as she knew she could trust you and was happy to have some time with her husband when they were normally both so busy.
Sheryl had invited you for dinner one day, the day that Olive got the call about the Little Miss Sunshine pageant. Of course, you were super happy for her, and gave her a big hug and a smile. Of course, she was going to go, and win it to boot. But then came the logistics. Sheryl didn’t feel comfortable leaving Dwayne alone with Frank, so she begged him to come.
Now little did you know, but Dwayne had also taken a shine to you when you came to babysit. He saw how you were willing to do anything, play any game with Olive and he loved it. He secretly loved his little sister with all his heart, and was happy to see her happy. Though he never said a word, the two of you communicated occasionally through small smiles and nods. Dwayne hoped that one day he would pluck up the courage to actually “talk” to the gorgeous babysitter. Not that it would matter if he did or not, of course; there was no way you liked him back. Right?
One day, when you were over babysitting, he was just sitting on his bed reading Nietzsche, he heard music coming from the living room. He quietly made his way to the source of the sound, purely out of curiosity. Here’s what he saw: you and Olive dancing around the living room without a care in the world. You were happy and laughing together, and Dwayne thought it was one of the most wonderful things he’d ever witnessed. You caught his eyes and smiled a big, beautiful smile. Just for him. It was then that he knew he was in love with you.
Anyway, Sheryl was uncomfortable leaving Dwayne alone with Frank, so she begged him to come with them to the pageant. He shook his head strongly, looking disgusted. Just because he loved his sister didn’t mean that he was willing to go and watch a bunch of 7 year olds flaunt themselves on stage in front of a crowd of adults, being judged on their every move. He found it appalling. Wrong, even. She kept pleading, and Dwayne could only think of one thing that would make him not hate every second. He took out his pad and pen, looked his mother in the eye, and wrote one sentence on the pad:
Only if Y/N can come.
Her eyes widened a little when she saw what was written, but she knew there was no other way. She thought the request was for Olive’s sake, as she adored you - Sheryl didn’t even think Dwayne liked you. She didn’t really mind; you were very pleasant company. Little did she know, the request was purely for Dwayne’s own sake. She looked at you, with a slight blush dusting your cheeks as you had caught a glimpse of the notepad.
‘Y/N, honey, would you like to come to the pageant with us?’ She smiled.
‘Yeah, I’d love to, if you’re sure that’s okay?’ You replied.
‘Of course it is!’ Sheryl laughed.
She held out a hand for Dwayne to shake. He took it. You risked a quick glance over at Dwayne - he had the ghost of a grin on his face.
So, that was how, a little while later, you found yourself in the backseat of a bright yellow VW van, driving to California in the scorching heat.
The trip had been filled with drama. Grandpa passed on, Frank bumped into a ghost from his past, Richard lost the book deal of a lifetime, and Dwayne started talking. Ever since he found out he was colour-blind, he had given up on his goal of flight school.
When he had his breakdown, you were the first to go and comfort him, due to your kind and compassionate nature. As he heard your running footsteps coming towards him, a ghost of a smile made its way onto his face despite how distraught he felt; when you hugged him tight, he couldn’t help but hug you back. It was like you were made to be in his arms. Him in yours. You just belonged there. It felt so natural, but so strange nonetheless. The girl who he had been harbouring a secret crush on for months was finally hugging him. Just like he had been dreaming of.
Eventually, Olive came over and gave her brother a hug too. When he was ready, he made his way back to the van, each of you on one side of him. As you walked, you both felt your hands accidentally brush together. You both blushed and looked away. Olive, unusually observant for a 7-year-old, noticed. She smiled to herself, knowing of your mutual infatuations. She would have to play matchmaker to get you two to realise feelings for each other.
Before long, you were at the pageant. After the drama with the late registration, Olive was backstage getting ready. You sat in the lobby with Frank and Dwayne, conversing about one thing or another. Eventually, you found yourselves outside, the ocean breeze ruffling your hair in a very angelic fashion (thought Dwayne). His own black hair was blowing gently too, and even under the long, raven strands you could see the grin evident on his face. Frank stood back and allowed you two to discreetly gaze lovingly into each other’s eyes, still fully unaware of the other’s attractions. You leaned on the railing of the promenade and thought to yourself how it would be a perfect spot for a date with Dwayne. If only he liked you back. Frank saw you looking dreamy and wistful, and he smiled to himself; young love.
‘Hey, Y/N? Dwayne? Should we go back inside?’ he said softly. He hated himself for killing the moment, but the show was about to start.
You nodded in unison and began to wander back to the hotel. Once again, your hands brushed accidentally, and you blushed and grinned shamefully, hardly daring to look at Dwayne for fear that he’d find out your secret.
Back in the hotel, the pageant was a disaster. Dwayne had made clear his disdain for the event, and now he sat, stony-faced, in the audience. Next to you. You felt your heart flutter as he sat so close; the smallness of the room meant that all the chairs had to be crammed together to fit them all in. You’d never been so near to him. You felt the gentle heat from his skinny but definitely muscular arms, and, glancing up at his face, you felt your heart burst. Your love had reached its climax; this was it, you were going to say something. But you didn’t. Because the boy you loved definitely didn’t love you back.
The opening bars to ‘Super Freak’ began, and Olive began her dance. You thought it was brilliant, but the judges clearly did not. It was even better than when she had practiced with you. The judges and emcee were trying desperately to get her off the stage, but Olive wasn’t having any of it. The Richard got up on the stage, and one by one, the whole family ran up to the stage to join Olive in support.
Finally, it was just you and Dwayne left sitting in the audience. A sudden jolt of adrenaline coursed through your veins, and you grabbed the boy’s hand and ran towards the stage with him. He just looked at you in shock. Once up on the stage, he had no clue what to do, but you led him along. Gradually, he found his feet and surprisingly, he was actually enjoying himself. On a stage, in front of a hundred strangers, dancing with his sister’s babysitter. That was not something he thought he’d be doing when he woke up this morning! He looked over at you, and you were smiling at him. Again. He felt a flutter in his stomach, and suddenly Dwayne couldn’t deny his feelings for you any longer. He took you in his arms and spun you around. You just blushed; your heart beating madly. He pulled you close to him, and looked deep into your eyes; every person in the room except you two vanished. He placed a gentle kiss on your blushing cheek, and smiled. You couldn’t believe your luck – Dwayne Hoover was kissing you! He seemed to gain courage, and, leaning into your ear, he whispered three little words:
‘I love you.’
The song finished, and the family turned to look at the two of you, blushing and grinning in each other’s arms. Frank just laughed. He knew it had to happen eventually.
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A/N: as usual, thanks so much for reading! You guys rock! Once again, feel free to drop me any other Paul requests if you have them.
#lifeontoast#paul dano#danonation#danocel#danonator#dwayne hoover#dwayne hoover x reader#little miss sunshine
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Fairytale of Seattle
Platonic!Alice and Rosalie x reader
SUMMARY: Day 2! A girly shopping trip with Alice and Rosalie - what could go wrong?
Trigger warnings: none, I don’t think.
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Today was the day. Alice had somehow convinced you and Rosalie to come shopping with her. After much begging and pleading, you had no choice but to give in. Much as you had complained about it, a tiny part of you had been looking forward to it.
Setting off early in the morning, the three of you made your way to Seattle, as Alice said it had ‘the BEST shops!’. You had to take her word for it on that one. You knew next to nothing about all that sort of thing, and Rosalie had to agree. Shopping was very much Alice’s forte, not that she hadn’t tried to change that with you two. The car ride had been very uneventful, but you had requested Christmas songs on the way, and before you knew where you were, you were all yelling the words at the tops of your voices. Even Rosalie had been persuaded to join in.
Several rounds of Step into Christmas and one particularly heartfelt rendition of ABBA’s Happy New Year later, you reached the city, before finally swinging into a parking spot just as you were belting out the final chorus of Christmas Lights. The festivities didn’t stop there; you all but danced down the street, arm in joyful arm. Every shop was totally decked out with every kind of decoration you could possibly imagine. Bells jingling, fake candles flickering, fake snow glittering; it was a magical sight to see. There was real snow on the pavement and on the roads, turning to slush as you walked through it. Thank goodness today wasn’t a sunny day, or else you’d all be sparkling like the snow.
The first shop you wandered into was, of course, a clothes shop. You knew that there’d be no escaping it, with Alice in charge of the trip. You dutifully tried on all the clothes she practically threw at you, and even found a few pieces that you actually liked. Say what you like about Alice, but she has damn good taste. She said that you’d need outfits for several occasions, including Christmas Eve, Christmas Day, Boxing Day and New Year’s Eve. and that was just for starters. The pair of you decided to humour her and just go along with what she was telling you. Rosalie looked absolutely stunning in a short, sparkly red dress that made her legs look ten miles long and set off her pearly skin perfectly. Alice herself was happily parading around in a white number, that she said was ‘perfect for New Year’s Eve!’
Next, you found yourself in a bookstore, trying to find presents for the rest of the Cullens. Shopping with Alice was like walking in a tornado; you never knew where you’d end up next. You decided on a book on the history of Chicago for Edward, and some medical tome for Carlisle, not that there wasn’t anything about medicine that he didn’t already know. Esme liked her hobbies, so you chose a book on flower-pressing for her. Smiling, you pretended not to look as Alice picked up the book you’d wanted for ages. You paid for all your books, and you all but staggered out of the shop carrying them all in tote bags full to bursting, making you really wish you’d got them last.
By this time, it was around noon. The next shop you hit was a homeware store, to pick up some new decorations for the Christmas tree and a gingerbread house kit. Even though you couldn’t actually eat it, they were so fun to make. Carlisle could always bring it as a treat for the other workers at the hospital. Sighing, you thought about the long-ago times when you could’ve eaten it. But now was not the time for reflection. You finished quickly there, sporting tinsel feather boas for some extra festive pizzazz. Stopping at LUSH, you bought yourself a bath bomb, along with some other goodies for the girls. More shops, more gifts. It was never-ending in the best way possible.
By 6 o’clock, you had well and truly shopped until you dropped. The car ride back was another karaoke bonanza, featuring Rosalie’s incredible version of All I Want for Christmas is You. You had found that Rosalie had taken a lot of thawing, but once you knew her, she really was a lovely person to be around. Same with Alice, but she was as bubbly as a bath. She had already declared you firm friends on the first day you met. It was times like Christmas when you were really grateful for the Cullens and the warm welcome they had extended to you; having nobody to spend Christmas with was miserable.
Back at the house, the fun continued with a screening of Elf, everyone in the matching pyjamas Alice had somehow managed to sneak into the shopping basket at one point, totally unbeknownst to you. The faces Edward made when he was presented with them were absolutely priceless. It had been a fun day. Maybe you’d let Alice take you shopping again soon. Not too soon, though!
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Hope you enjoyed :)
#lifeontoast#twilight#alice cullen x reader#alice cullen#rosalie hale#rosalie hale x reader#advent 23
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hello! I'd like to request something with Jasper (Twilight) where him and the reader are just spending time together. Hanging out, picnic etc. Something where reader tells him "sometimes I'd love to be a tiny person, living in your pocket". I hope this makes sense 😭
Pocket (21/3/23)
Jasper Hale x reader
SUMMARY: Jasper and the reader are hanging out in the forest one day. You have a peaceful, restful time together. (By the way the reader is human, and Alice and Jasper are just siblings in this)
A/N: thanks to the anon who requested this! So sorry it’s taken ages, but hope you enjoy :)
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The two of you just fancied getting away from life for a while. That was why you found yourselves strolling through the cool forest one sunny day. The sunbeams danced on Jasper’s face, sparkling and shining like the stars. He swung a picnic basket in his arms, refusing to let you carry it. Always the gentleman.
As you walked, you talked, about this and that. When your next date night would be. Movies you could watch. Books you could read. It seemed like you had walked for hours; the edge of the forest you had entered from got further and further away until you could hear the drone of traffic no longer, only birdsong and the sound of a gentle stream. You kept looking at each other, smiling every time you did so. All the time you were thinking ‘how did I get so lucky?’, and you were sure he was thinking the same thing. That was the beauty of yours and Jasper’s relationship: you two were absolutely perfect together, and you knew for absolute certainty that you would spend the rest of your days with him. Alice knew too. She had come to you one day, having just seen it, practically bursting at the news. You were the first person she had told, and you asked her to tell Jasper, but nobody else. You wanted to keep your piece of paradise to yourselves for the moment. You would tell them later, when the two of you had had time to talk about your options. Alice happily demanded to know when the wedding would be, and you laughed, telling her you weren’t sure yet. That day felt like years ago, and you genuinely wondered once again, as you had done many times, when that special day would be. It was going to be soon, you felt it. Jasper wouldn’t want to wait. As soon as you had graduated high school, you were going to do it. Even if it wasn’t the huge wedding Alice had planned, or the small and intimate one you’d planned, you were going to do it.
‘Y/N, darlin, where shall we sit down?’ He asked you, his quiet southern lilt pulling you out of your daydream.
‘Wherever you want, Jas. Here look as good a place as any.’ You replied quietly.
You sat down on a mossy rock by a babbling stream, before being pulled up by Jasper, only for him to lay his jacket down for you. You laughed a little; he was such a gentleman to you.
‘Gotta make sure this rock is suitable for my girl!’ He said. He could really turn on the Southern charm when he wanted to, huh?
You smiled as he gave you food from the picnic basket. As usual, Esme had not disappointed; it was stuffed full of all your favourite treats. Usually you felt awkward eating in front of Jasper, but the feeling of happiness washing over you from the quiet, peaceful forest was enough to completely block the awkwardness. He smiled at you, loving your humanity, as it was something he had been without for many years. He missed it sometimes, but almost felt he relived his human life through you.
You began to chat quietly about not very much at all, when you suddenly blurted out:
‘You know, Jas, sometimes I’d love to be a tiny person, just living inside your pocket.’
‘Oh yeah? Well, I’d love for you to live there darlin.’ He laughed.
You smiled at him and gazed into his eyes. He gazed back, and that was it, you were lost in each other. It was the best place to be lost in.
Later on, you began to hear the birds singing a chorus way up in the trees. Jasper shot up in that slightly unnerving way that vampires do. He offered you his hand instantly, and you took it, letting him pull you up. He pulled you close to him, and you swayed to the golden sounds surrounding you. You closed your eyes and let the feeling of euphoria wash over you, and were sure that he felt the same. You stood swaying long after the splendid chorus fell silent, until the day started to turn dark. He suddenly released you, with a ‘look, Y/N! The sunset!’ And he was right. Through the chinks in the forest canopy, you saw the most magical array of colours: reds, oranges, yellows, golds, pinks… every colour on the spectrum was there, and it was beautiful.
The colours gave you courage.
‘Jasper, let’s get married.’ You said suddenly.
‘What?’ He turned to you, obviously shocked.
‘Let’s get married.’ You repeated. He looked at you for a second, then smiled.
‘Yea darlin, let’s get married.’ He replied. He held you ever close as you watched the sunset together, and in your heart you knew that he was perfect for you.
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A/N: thanks so much for reading! You guys rock!
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hi hehehe so like i saw this prompt on tiktok wherein "A pediatrician has no idea that the baby comes to his office for daily check ups and like the child is theirs" he doesn't know that it's his child because the child is accompanied with by it's nanny and one day reader is the one who came becausethe nanny filed a day off :))
can u write a Carlisle for that, hc or imagine thank uuuuu!! have a great day ^^
(excuse my English, hehe.)
The Baby
Carlisle Cullen x reader
SUMMARY: one of Dr Cullen’s patients is the daughter of someone more familiar than he realises…
A/N: hello lovely anon! I am so terribly sorry that this took so long, but thanks very much for your request! Hope you enjoy :)
(By the way Y/C/N means your child’s name and they/them pronouns are used for your child)
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You had to take Y/C/N to the doctor’s today for a check-up, as you gave your nanny, Sam, the day off. She’s been working so hard recently.
It was a Dr Cullen they would be seeing, as they normally did. The name did ring a bell somewhere, but you just couldn’t think of where from. You took Y/C/N in the car, and they were quiet all the way. Luckily. They had a dreadful tendency to be car sick a lot of the time, so you were glad they were calm today. Sam always told you that Y/C/N loved Dr Cullen, and always laughed away whenever they had an appointment with him. Finally pulling into the hospital car park, you parked and got yourself and Y/C/N out of the car. You had no trouble at reception; all the nurses knew Y/C/N too, and cooed at them as they laughed away. You smiled.
Eventually, you were called into the doctor’s office. Suddenly, you realised why the name had sounded so familiar. There, sitting at his desk was Carlisle Cullen, the man who you had once had a fling with, a few years ago. You had almost completely forgotten about it, but immediately chastised yourself for doing so. How could you ever forget him? He was such a gentleman, and looked absolutely dashing that night you first met.
‘Carlisle?’ you asked quietly.
‘Y/N?’ he replied, looking at you inquisitively.
You just looked at each other, neither of you daring to speak first, hearing only Y/C/N’s quiet babbling. You looked away, blushing. He gave you a gentle smile and bade you sit down. You did, and he began to ask you about how Y/C/N had been. They had been fine, and you told him so. He took them to the table to examine them.
‘I must say, Ms Y/L/N, this is a very pleasant surprise. I was expecting Sam, Y/C/N’s nanny. Of course, I knew that the mother’s name was Y/N Y/L/N, but I never dreamed it would be you. It has been so long since we last spoke; It seems I have missed you, without even realising it. You did look very beautiful that night.’
Blushing, you replied. ‘Well, Carlisle, I had no idea it was you who was Y/C/N’s doctor. I have never needed to visit the hospital, thank goodness. But I agree, it is lovely to see you again. We must catch up soon.’
‘They seem very healthy, Ms Y/L/N.’ he nodded, ‘I’d love to see you again soon, that sounds perfectly delightful. Are you perhaps free this Thursday? It is my only day off this week.’
‘Why yes, I believe I am, Carlisle. Shall we meet at the coffee shop? How does 11 o’clock sound? And please, call me Y/N.’
‘Perfect.’ He replied with a smile, writing up Y/C/N’s notes.
Suddenly, a thought entered your mind. You had met Carlisle 3 years ago, and Y/C/N was nearly 2 and a half. He couldn’t be, could he? There was only one way to find out. You decided to ask him outright – Carlisle preferred it when people spoke their mind clearly and directly to the point.
‘Carlisle? Do you think there is any chance that you could be Y/C/N’s father?’
He dropped his pen in shock.
‘Well. How long has it been now, 3 years? And Y/C/N is nearly 2 and a half?’ he said calmly, glancing at their file. ‘I suppose there is a chance, yes. You’re correct. We could organise for Y/C/N and I to take a DNA test, then we would be absolutely sure. Yes…’
‘A DNA test?’ you asked.
‘Yes, it’s a fairly simple procedure nowadays. I can enquire about making that happen, Y/N.’
You just nodded, but deep in your heart you already knew: Carlisle was definitely the father.
TIMESKIP: A FEW WEEKS LATER…
Here you both were, in Carlisle’s office once more. A plain, brown envelope lay between you on the desk. You both stared at it in silence. The contents of the envelope were the answer to the question you had asked Carlisle a few weeks ago.
‘You open, it Carlisle.’ You said, finally looking up at him.
‘No Y/N. I think you should open it.’ He countered, and sighing, you knew that he was right. You took the envelope with shaking hands and tore open the top. You drew out the sheet of paper, and glanced at it briefly, before taking a second, closer look.
Carlisle was the father.
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A/N: as usual, thanks so much for reading! You guys rock!
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The Great Pumpkin Pie Disaster
Edward Nashton x fem!reader (she/her pronouns used)
SUMMARY: Edward attempts to bake a pie for Y/N - long story short, it’s a disaster.
Word count: 1.6k(ish)
Trigger warnings: disastrous baking
A/N: something for my Eddie fans - hope you like it :) Feel free to drop me any other Paul Dano requests if you have them. (I hope it isn’t ooc oops).
Dedicated to that one anon who said my writing was yummy - ilysm.
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EDWARD’S POV:
It’s not right that I get the day off and my angel doesn’t. She spends all day thanklessly slaving away for the scum of the city. She’s too angelic and… perfect for that. I tried telling her that she didn’t have to work, now that we live together, that I could make enough for us to get by, but she told me that she wanted to help. I worry about her, all those people who could hurt her. She always insists that she can look after herself, but I’m not sure. Anyway, it’s just not right.
There’s no point in me having a day off if she’s not there to spend it with me, so I tried to go to work this morning, but she wouldn’t let me. How honourable of her! She is so lovely to me. So, I’ve decided that I’m going to make it up to her, by making her a pumpkin pie. She loves it when we go to the diner and have a few slices – she always says that the filling is silky-smooth and creamy. Apparently, that’s good. I wouldn’t know; I know next to nothing about baking. Not like her, whose cooking skills are incredible. I would know about that, though, as she cooks dinner for us every night. I often wonder how she manages it, the buying of ingredients and the preparation, when she always seems so tired after a long day at work. She never complains though. She’d make the perfect wife for me. After all, she needs someone to protect her from the scum of this city. Some days I just feel so absurdly lucky that she’s chosen me as her protector. She makes my head spin and my heart beat madly.
I’ve rambled enough; it’s time to get started. I already bought all the ingredients once she’d left and found a recipe online. Now all I have to do is make it. It should be easy.
NORMAL POV:
You couldn’t help but feel slightly jealous of Edward this morning as you left for work and he stayed at home. He tried to go to work as usual, but of course you didn’t let him. It wouldn’t be fair to rob him of his first day off in weeks just because you wanted one too. You kissed his cheek as you usually did, when he grabbed your wrist and solemnly promised to have a surprise waiting for you when you got home. Feeling excited, you left the apartment with renewed enthusiasm, wondering what your surprise would be.
EDWARD’S POV:
This is harder than I thought… making the pastry was easy, but getting it into the dish is proving… difficult. I have to keep trying though, for Y/N. Millions of YouTube tutorials later, the pie crust was still littered with holes where the pastry had over-stretched. I tried to smooth them out as best I could, but it was no use. It would have to do. Nothing terrible would happen to it, though, I was sure. I started on the filling next. This was trickier. For one, I over-boiled the pumpkin, so it was a brown mush when I checked on it. As if this wasn’t enough, I dropped a couple of eggs on the floor, which Y/N had just cleaned the night before. I felt instantly terrible and vowed to clean it up, but I didn’t know which products to use, so I ended up just wiping it with a paper towel and hoping for the best. I felt guiltier and guiltier about it, until I snapped.
This latest setback was just too much; I sank down onto the eggy floor and tried my best not to cry. This would not do for Y/N! She was the most ethereal creature on this terrible earth – everything had to be perfect for her. I wondered how she manages cooking for the both of us every night. She makes it look so easy! I steeled myself, the thought of Y/N loving the pie I’d made motivating me. Getting up off the floor and wiping my tears with my pumpkin-covered hands (as I realised far too late), I threw away the overcooked pumpkin and re-boiled the spare one I’d bought (just in case).
I was more careful this time; I checked on it every 5 minutes, stirring it constantly until it was the perfect, orange shade. I smiled, finally! However, my cooking luck was not to last – this time, I burnt the butter. Oh no! Things just kept on going wrong! I was determined to keep calm, though, in order to have the pie ready for my angel’s arrival. That was that last of the butter, too; it was that one thing I’d forgotten to buy. Just my luck. I was determined to make this pie – after all, she deserved it for working so hard. She works so, so hard. I hoped the butter wouldn’t be unusable and put it into the mixture with the rest of the ingredients. When I stirred it, the consistency looked promising, just like the one at the diner. ‘Silky-smooth and creamy’ I remembered her saying, her voice reverberating through my mind, as it so often did. I was getting excited now – it was actually going well!
NORMAL POV:
Meanwhile, at work, you were still thinking about what your surprise would be. It had to be something romantic, as Edward was obsessed with romance… but what exactly? A riddle scavenger hunt? Roses? The new book you’d wanted?
Work was boring you to death, as it usually was, but more so today. It was a slow day. You tried not to think of Edward, probably laying on the sofa and watching gameshows or reading. It was no use; the jealousy of the morning was beginning to come back. You sighed, it was going to be a long day.
EDWARD’S POV:
Pouring the mixture into the pastry base, I felt happy. There was no way that this was going to go wrong now. All I had to do was slide it carefully into the oven, and let it bake. I did so, and jumped around the kitchen joyfully. Finally, I’d done something right! I set a timer for half an hour, and then all I had to do was wait. I couldn’t sit still – my excitement was exhilarating. Eventually, I decided to watch some TV. I sat on the couch and flicked through the channels until I found an old re-run of Family Fortunes.
NORMAL POV:
Thank goodness it was nearly time to leave. Time had run away with you today; all that daydreaming about Edward and you had not got anything done. Oh well. You waited eagerly for the hands on the clock to turn to 5 o’ clock, and then you practically ran out, not pausing to say goodbye to any of your co-workers in your haste. You swung by the diner on the way back, picking up a couple of slices of yours and Edward’s favourite pie to take home for dessert. Walking quickly home, you found you had a spring in your step, and were running happily by the time you reached the door to your apartment. Taking your keys out and unlocking your door, you shouted out an ‘I’m home!’ before hearing an almighty crash from the kitchen.
You walked in to investigate, and found that the kitchen was covered in orange goo and fragments of pastry. Beside the mess, Edward was sat on the floor and sobbing his eyes out. You quickly added two and two, and realised that Edward had been baking. For you. But that the noise of you opening the door must have startled him, and he dropped the… pie, it looked like. You knelt down on the floor, and took a small amount of the orange goo onto your finger and tasted it. Pumpkin pie. You felt touched, he had done all this for you! Kneeling next to Edward, you put your arms around him and held him close to you.
‘Edward, what happened?’ you asked, looking into his eyes.
He said nothing, still crying, his head in his hands.
‘Were you baking? For me?’ you felt terrible. He had done such a brilliant job, and it was all your fault that his hard work was spattered all over the floor. He just nodded, looking very upset.
‘I’m sorry, angel!’ he said, and your heart broke.
‘No, Edward, it’s okay! I’m sorry for making you jump. But it doesn’t matter. What matters is that you’re so kind, making me a pie! I brought you a little surprise, anyway.’ You showed him the pie from the diner, and he smiled at last.
‘Thanks, Y/N. I’m sorry, I just wanted to do something special for you on my day off.’ He said quietly, tears still slipping down his cheeks.
‘And you did! It means so much to me that you were thinking of me. Thank you, Eddie.’ You smiled too.
EDWARD’S POV:
I can’t believe I dropped the pie after I spent so long making it! I just wanted to cry and cry – I’m so useless. But my angel made everything better. She comforted me and cleaned up the floor without complaint, then she spent the whole night by my side. She always makes me feel better when I’m feeling down. What did I do to deserve her? I ask myself that every day, and I know that I’m the luckiest man alive. She’s just so wonderful.
NORMAL POV:
At last, you sat down to dinner (after having cleaned up the pie mess). The two of you cuddled up on the sofa, savouring your pie. It tasted even sweeter to Edward, knowing that his lovely angel was enjoying it too.
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A/N: as usual, thanks so much for reading! You guys rock! Once again, feel free to drop me any other Paul requests if you have them.
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Have I Found You?
Edward Nashton x fem!reader (she/her pronouns used)
SUMMARY: Edward thinks he has found his soulmate at long last.
A/N: a little something for my Eddie/Riddler fans - enjoy! I’m pretty proud of this one. Feel free to drop me any other Paul Dano requests if you have them.
Trigger warnings: traumatic past mildly implied, mugging
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EDWARD’S POV
It’s her. I know it. She’s my angel sent down from Heaven. She’s made for me. Me, who has been so loveless my entire, miserable existence.
When I saw her in the diner yesterday, I am not at all ashamed to say I was absolutely transfixed by her totally mesmerising beauty. She was the purest, prettiest creature to bless these disgusting Gotham streets. What on earth is she doing here? Still, I can protect her from that. Well, Edward might not be able to, but Riddler certainly can. Just as soon as I get her to notice me. I know that she’ll love me when she gets to know me! There’s a word, a word I can’t quite grasp…
I’m going back to the diner tonight; she might be there again.
NORMAL POV
It’s him. You know it. He’s your angel sent down from Heaven. He’s made for you. You, who have been so loveless your entire, miserable existence.
When you saw that cute guy at the diner yesterday, it took everything you had not to go over and introduce yourself right away. He was far too good looking for someone like you, or so you thought. His transparent glasses rested on his nose in such an adorable manner, and even from a distance you could see his forest green eyes sparkling magically. Soft brown hair flopped over his forehead as he bent over his pumpkin pie, and what looked to be a puzzle book. Gorgeous and smart. He was perfect. All too aware that you were gazing shamefully, staring even, you looked away, a slight blush on your cheeks.
You’re going back to the diner tonight; he might be there again.
TIMESKIP TO LATER THAT DAY…
It was time. You were going to head to the diner, in the hopes that the gorgeous man would be there again. He had to be. The servers always seemed to know him by name (he was a regular!), though you didn’t know what name. You’d have to ask him that later. Walking down the streets (carefully, always carefully, as who knew what was lurking in those dark alleyways), you noticed a scuffle up ahead of you. Approaching cautiously, you tried to assess the situation. It was a mugging! Some poor guy was having his wallet stolen right in front of you.
Sprinting up to the guy, you prised the mugger’s huge hands off the man and took the wallet back, finally punching him square in the face. He fell to the ground groaning. It was only as you looked at the man who had been victim to the attack that you realised who it was. It was the man from the diner, shaking like a leaf and looking astonished. Even when scared he didn’t look any less gorgeous. His green eyes were wide behind his wonky glasses, and even wider when he noticed it was you who stood in front of him. He bent his head to look at the grimy pavement instantly, cheeks turning red as a tomato.
‘Thank you!’ the man said, daring to steal a glance at you at last. ‘You saved me!’
‘It’s no problem, really.’ You smiled back. ‘Hey, didn’t I see you at the diner yesterday? Let’s go there now, to recover a little.’
The man nodded shakily. ‘Actually, I was heading there when that scumbag attacked me. By the way, I never caught your name... I, um, I’m Edward.’
‘Y/N.’ you said simply, starting to walk towards the diner. Edward followed behind you, smiling to himself. Pretty name for a pretty guy, you thought.
EDWARD’S POV
I was just on my way to the diner to see if that ethereal angel would be there when some idiot decided to mug me for my wallet. It was just a shame that Riddler wasn’t there; he could have killed the man in seconds. Instead, weak, puny, Edward had to cope with him all on his own. I was so tired, I was about to just give him my wallet when someone came running over, and started fighting the guy for me! Finally, punching the man to the ground, I turned to look at my saviour, when I saw the woman from the diner yesterday. So she was an angel! She had been sent there to save me, I just knew it. My eyes widened in disbelief, and I blushed terribly, looking at my feet. She saved me! I thanked her, and she offered to take me to the diner to recover. I asked her name, and she replied with the most heavenly name I’d ever heard: Y/N. It suited her perfectly.
I felt myself fall for her straight away, my heart pounding crazily every time I looked at her beautiful face. When I saw her for the first time yesterday, I just knew she was the one for me! She could never like someone like me, though. I was ugly, and she was stunning. I was weak, she was strong. I was a devil, a worthless sinner, she was an angel. My angel. There was that word again, still just out of my reach…
We started on our way to the diner.
NORMAL POV
You sat down on one of the stools in front of the counter, and Edward sat beside you.
‘Edward, hello! Pumpkin pie?’ the friendly server asked him with a grin, and he nodded.
‘One for Y/N too, please. And two coffees.’ He replied quietly. Looking at you for approval of this order, you smiled gracefully. She nodded, and turned to get your food and drink. You and Edward whiled away the hours chatting about your lives, in between bites of pie and sips of coffee. You felt sure that you were in love with Edward, but were worried that he didn’t feel the same way. Your heart sped up, and your palms were clammy with nerves. All your life, you had never met anyone quite like Edward. He was quiet, yet charming and chivalrous. Beginning to let your mind wander, you pictured your and his life together. Edward would definitely make a brilliant husband, father, grandfather. His shy kindness endeared you to him infinitely, and you saw that he would never let you lift a finger while you were with him. No, that’s ridiculous! You told yourself to get over this pathetic little crush, not knowing that he felt the same way entirely. He definitely had a nice girl waiting for him at home, right? In fact, you probably shouldn’t be keeping him from her.
You decided not to pursue your feelings any further, not wanting to ruin your newfound friendship. Well, there are certain things you cannot share with another person without becoming friends with them, and saving someone from a mugging is one of them.
‘So, Edward, anyone waiting for you back at home?’ you asked, as casually as possible, secretly desperate that there wasn’t anybody. You just had to know.
‘Me? No, of course not!’ he laughed a little too loudly, seemingly wanting to prove eagerly that he was single. Strange. Now that he mentioned it, he did give you the slight impression that he had never been with anyone at all. Something about the twinkle of innocence and inexperience in those emerald eyes.
‘What about you?’ he asked, an audibly sad note in his voice.
You’d been free as air for a while now. You told him so. He looked strangely relieved. He smiled that beautiful, shy smile again.
‘So, Edward, what do you do for a job?’ you asked curiously. You couldn’t work out just by his appearance what he did, although you were sure it would be something nerdy.
‘I, um, I’m a forensic accountant, yourself?’ he replied.
You knew it. Edward was a little nerd! This endeared you to the man even further. You told him what you did, and he nodded, looking a little tense, zoned-out even. You were slightly worried, and were about to ask him if he was okay, when he suddenly exploded.
‘But I hate it there! They all call me Ed-weird, and make fun of me for liking puzzles and “being weird”. It’s not fair! I always have loved my riddles, but they just don’t understand them like I do. They’re so exciting, it gives me such a thrill when I solve one, makes me feel so powerful. Powerful enough to shut them up, to tell them that I’m not who they think I am. I’m not weird! Even in school they’d make fun of me, and at the orphanage too. It was so horrible there! We were always hungry; there was never enough for everyone, and in the winter, it was so cold… if only the Gotham Renewal fund had been used as it should have been, instead of a private money tree for those rich scumbags we call politicians and leaders!’ he seemed like he’d wanted to say all that to someone for a very long time. Breathing heavily, he glanced up at you carefully over his glasses, wincing slightly in embarrassment at his outburst, trying to gauge your reaction. Risking everything, you reached out and placed your hand over his shaky one, to comfort him. You threw him a sympathetic glance, and he blushed and smiled ever-so-slightly in return.
EDWARD’S POV
I was having such a great time at the diner with Y/N. I was falling deeper and deeper with every passing second, and felt ashamed at myself. How could she ever like me back? She asked me what I do, and I told her. But there was something I wanted to say to her, something to tell her. Something I’d wanted to tell anyone, anyone at all who would listen, to be honest. Anybody else would look at me like a rat and get up and leave in disgust. But she was different. She wasn’t like all my co-workers (if you could call them that; they hardly did any work) or strangers on the street. I had a feeling that Y/N would understand me, after all, she was my angel. Of course she’d understand.
It all came out in a rush. I hadn’t meant it to be like that! She looked a little stunned when I’d finished, but, surprisingly, she placed her warm, soft hand over mine. She smiled, and I melted. My heart blew up in a supernova. She was just perfect. She looked into my eyes like she loved me, loved me! I finally knew the word I had been grasping at for hours now.
Soulmate.
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A Very Sokovian Christmas
Baron Zemo x reader
First Danny Bunch thing, here we go! This one’s about making an absolute feast with the Baron. (since Sokovia isn’t a real country, and nothing about its Christmas traditions is in the public domain, I’ve mostly taken inspiration from German traditions). Enjoy :)
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Christmas in Sokovia (with a Baron) certainly was a very elegant affair. It was a time of champagne, dancing and evening gowns.
But there was another side to it.
There was the side with hot chocolate, candles and Christmas markets. Spending hours bundled up in a certain long leather coat and woollen scarves, wandering through warmly lit ailes of stalls upon stalls upon stalls. Lebkuchen hearts swung slowly in the gentle wintry breeze, and your eyes flickered in the blazing candle light. Hot drinks made your hands glow with warmth. You decorated your Christmas tree with candles too, fake ones that glimmered when the lights were turned off, catching the silvery baubles in a most enchanting way. They threw patterns upon your walls, telling you of long-forgotten tales of cold Christmas nights. It was those cold yet joyful times that made you glad you had someone to spend them with.
Then there was the food: there was no small way to celebrate Sokovia’s celebrated gastronomy at Christmastime. Roast meats (or meat substitutes), stewed cabbage, dumplings… a whole world of flavours that you’d never experienced before. The tang of the cabbage, the hearty cheeses, the softest dumplings. The biscuits alone were something to behold: you made more Lebkuchen, Stollen and Spekulatius biscuits than you cared to mention. Your arms felt ten times stronger than they did in October, before you started rolling biscuit dough for a living (it might as well have been). Who needs the gym? Making biscuits with your Baron was something you enjoyed immensely. Each and every time you vowed that you would make them perfectly, and with a mess-free kitchen at the end; each and every time it looked as if it had snowed inside your house, with every surface covered with flour, including the two of you. You couldn't deny that you thought it was fun, though.
The Baron introduced you to more different foods than you could’ve tasted in a lifetime, and in return you treated him to some of your favourite traditional winter foods. He accepted every dish you made with true gratitude, taking pride in your country’s heritage and traditions. He never stopped telling you how talented you were; how beautiful the food was. This was one of the things you loved most about Zemo - he was so interested in learning everything there is to know about your home country.
One night you decided to treat yourselves and make a veritable feast. You handled the deserts, while Zemo took the savouries. You worked together in the kitchen, so harmoniously, so in sync, it was almost a dance. Waltzing with potatoes, quick stepping by the oven, tango-ing with mulled wine.
The end result was glorious: he whipped up the finest roast meat/meat substitute you’d ever had, it was glazed with honey and lemon, and the delicate flavours exploded in your mouth with every bite. The cabbage was tart, and complemented perfectly the buttery potato salad and soft dumplings on your plate. He truly was a skilled cook, though he never ceased to sing your praises when it came to the dessert course. The flavours of your desserts went together flawlessly, leaving you satisfied with every mouthful. The simmering mulled wine (can be alcohol free) tied everything together, and it slipped down your throat as easily as water. It warmed your stomach and gave you a pleasantly light feeling. All the spices made your nose tingle, and the sweetness was heaven. Citrusy, cinnamon-y, it really was delightful.
Not even the arduous task of the clearing up could spoil the fun; it was so typical of Helmut to turn it into a game. You were singing, dancing and flinging water at each other without a care in the world. By the end of the proceedings you were all but throwing the plates and utensils around, absolutely soaked with soapy water.
The evening ended with more wine beside the roaring fire; dressed in the cosiest pyjamas and slippers, covered with blankets, and chatting away until it was long past midnight. You thought you could never eat another mouthful of anything ever again, but my goodness, it had been a most enjoyable experience to cook this fabulous feast together - you would do it every night if you could.
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Could you write a thing for a study date with Cedric Diggory? I’m a Ravenclaw, but as most of us know (Ravenclaws don’t always enjoy schoolwork).
Study Date
Cedric Diggory x reader
SUMMARY: Cedric and the reader have an important test to study for, but they’ve been putting it off as long as they can… just some fluff!
A/N: hello lovely @tgarrett26 ! I am very sorry that this took so long to write and post, but I really hope you enjoy it :)
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‘Y/N? the exam is literally tomorrow, we HAVE to study!’ Cedric said to you as you walked down the corridor together. Tomorrow was the day of your big Transfiguration exam, that McGonagall had been pestering you about for weeks now. You hated studying with a passion, so you never bothered to do any work for exams. To be honest, you’d put it out of your mind totally, until Cedric brought it up. A tiny part of you felt a little nervous that you hadn’t done any revision, but you quickly squashed that feeling. You’d been working hard enough without adding an exam into the mix.
‘I know, but I really can’t be bothered. What does this one exam matter, anyway?’ you replied.
‘It doesn’t matter at all, I agree, but McGonagall will kill us if we don’t pass, you know that!’ he looked at you imploringly. Cedric had always been a bit anxious about any exam or test either one of you had to take, so he was always keen to make sure he revised everything, even if the content wasn’t in the exam. ‘just in case’ he would tell you. He often managed to coerce you into doing the same. You hated to admit it, but he was right. You needed to do well in these exams, or else risk the stability of your future Hogwarts career. However, his words didn’t make you change your mind; his beautiful warm eyes made you melt and relent easily.
You sighed. ‘Fine. We’ll go to the library after class.’
TIMESKIP TO AFTER CLASS
‘Come on, Y/N. To the library with us.’ Cedric smiled brightly, walking out of Charms. Far too brightly for someone who was about to spend hours slaving away over Transfiguration revision. You nodded solemnly and followed him to the library. Flitwick had been unusually hard on the class today; piling on the homework like there was no tomorrow. You had also learned a particularly tricky little Charm that lesson, and were keen to practise and master it as soon as you could – well, after your study session of course.
Sitting down at your regular table by the fire, you opened your books and got to it. Soon, ten minutes had passed, and you were already bored out of your mind. When you looked up, you saw that Cedric still looked fairly concentrated; his eyes were flitting across the pages of his textbook with a practised ease. He had always been able to throw himself into his studies with what he called enthusiasm and zeal. You called it reckless abandon; he was known to overwork himself far too frequently for your liking. He would work for endless hours into the night, not even the midnight chimes of the clock bringing him to bed. You decided to leave him alone for a while, and try to keep going. It was infinitely better to let him work than risk him staying up far too late again tonight.
After 20 minutes, it became unbearable. You remembered why you hated studying so much every time you sat down to do it; the task was mind-numbing, and you really struggled to retain concentration for the long periods of time the intensive Hogwarts exams required. Covering all the content required was going to be impossible. Still, you attempted once again to read the words of the textbook in front of you. You realised, putting your head in your hands, that it was totally futile; the words swam up and down like the Merpeople in the Black Lake. Your head throbbed with the effort. The several late nights you’d been having recently weren’t helping your headache, although you had the teachers’ homework-setting to thank for that.
‘Cedric!’ you whisper shouted. He looked up at you. ‘I’m so bored!’ you whined. He just rolled his eyes playfully and grinned at you.
‘I know, Y/N, I am too, but we really need to study! How about we try and make this fun?’ he said back, trying to keep you in a studying state of mind. He always looked out for you and did things for the best – although you didn’t always see that until after the fact. You quirked a brow inquisitively. Anything to make studying more bearable!
‘When you finish a chapter, you get a kiss. How does that sound?’ his velvety voice offered. Nodding eagerly, you instantly reopened your book and attempted to race through your Transfiguration notes, suddenly motivated. Cedric really was so good to you.
You surprised yourself by reaching the end of the chapter in no time at all, and looked up at Cedric expectantly.
‘Well done. I thought that would work.’ He laughed teasingly. ‘Well, a promise is a promise.’ He took your hand in his and kissed it gently. You smiled at him, and he reciprocated it. Getting back to studying, you found yourself suddenly much more motivated than you normally were, and once again raced through the chapter. Another kiss. This time you worked even faster, the promise of a kiss spurring you on to no end. Another chapter. Another kiss. On and on it went, until you found yourself having finished everything in record time.
Cedric gave you one final kiss well done before you exited the library hand in hand, for some cuddles in the common room. However, before you could do that, Cedric made a quick diversion to the kitchen for some well-deserved snacks and hot chocolates. The kitchen elves loved you and Cedric, as you were both so polite and appreciative when they gave you something. Today was no different. Cedric told them how hard the two of you had been studying, and the elves must have taken pity on you, as they sent you back to the common room with enough delicious snacks to feed the entire school.
The Hufflepuffs never minded having you in the common room, as you were always kind to them and made them laugh (A/N: if you’re in Hufflepuff you can just ignore that). Choruses of ‘hey, Y/N!’ and ‘hi Cedric!’ greeted your ears when you entered the cosy, near-empty room. Wandering over towards the fireplace, your usual place was inviting you to sit and forget about the hardships of the day. Cuddling up together, you shared the food you had been given, and toasted many marshmallows too, watching their delicate white skins crisp up and darken with the flames’ gentle caresses. All the cares of the day simply melted away, and you lived in the moment, enjoying every little second with Cedric.
Oh, how you hated studying. But Cedric made it just a little bit better.
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A/N: as usual, thanks so much for reading! You guys rock!
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I just watched Knight & Day, so I now write for our favourite nerd, Simon Feck! Requests are open so feel free to drop something in.
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How about some poly Alice and Jasper dancing at the wedding with the reader? I just some fluffy moments omg 😭😭 just dancing, laughing together etc.
The Wedding Dance (23/1/23)
Poly!Alice & Jasper x reader
SUMMARY: reader feels jealous when they see their mates, Alice and Jasper, dancing at Bella & Edward’s wedding. They are asked to dance, and the rest, as they say, is history. Some Alice and Jasper fluff.
A/N: thanks to the Anon who requested! I’m super sorry this took so long, but I put everything into it. Really hope you enjoy this one :)
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You had never been much of a dancer. However, on this happy occasion of Edward and Bella’s wedding, you kind of wished you were.
There, in the middle of the floor, were your mates, Alice and Jasper. They were so elegant; swirling each other around the floor like a wind had struck the leaves on the ground of a forest.
You hated to say it, but you were jealous. Why wouldn’t they come and sweep you off your feet, dance with you? It was the moments like this when you saw them having fun that you started to doubt yourself.
However, you couldn’t do this for long, as while you were stuck in your small self-hating moment, you didn’t notice the pair striding elegantly towards you.
‘Now, what’s a pretty girl like you doing all alone on a night like this?’ Jasper’s southern drawl greeted your ears. You blushed and replied ‘nothing…’ and the pair shared a small grin between them. ‘Wanna dance?’ Alice’s melodic soprano voice came this time. You nodded and smiled a little. She held out her hand to you, and you took it, grateful.
A slow waltz began to play, and you hung back slightly, honestly a little unsure of how this was going to go. Who has ever heard of 3 person waltzing? Well, Jasper and Alice, clearly. They kept walking towards the dance floor, took you in their arms and pulled you along with the slow beat. For a minute, you felt dreadfully unco-ordinated, but it wasn’t long before your feet started following theirs. After a while, you forgot to worry about keeping up with them, and just let yourself get lost in the beat. This was easy! You were really dancing!
As you whirled across the dance floor, out of the corner of your eye you noticed all of the other couples had stopped dancing, and were instead staring at the three of you, totally transfixed and mesmerised. Even the bride and groom stood stock-still, looking on with admiration. You smiled to yourself at the thought of being considered mesmerising by a group of vampires.
Your smile was getting bigger by the minute; you truly were having the absolute time of your life. All the insecurity of before was totally forgotten - you felt completely free, for once in your life. Jasper twirled the both of you around, the huge grin evident on his face. On all of your faces.
You kept dancing and dancing; the waltz music seemed to go on forever. When it eventually came to a close, you found yourself instantly missing it, and craving for more. You stopped twirling and stood for a second, taking everything in. It seemed like years since you had started dancing, and the world seemed to be a totally different place. It was the strangest feeling.
It was then you realised everyone was clapping and smiling at you. Alice and Jasper smiled and took a bow. You took a shy, tentative bow and grinned too. The three of you wandered back to your seat as everyone else got back to dancing.
You felt like you’d had an out of body experience. It didn’t seem real, what you’d just done. It was quite possibly the best few minutes of your life. You were so glad you got to spend those moments with Alice and Jasper.
Finally at your seats, the three of you began recounting the previous moments, you with particular gusto, your cheeks becoming dusted with a light pink blush. They just laughed and smiled at you, calling you ‘the cutest’. Jasper took one of each of yours and Alice’s hands in his, and squeezed gently. You squeezed back, and grabbed Alice’s other hand, so you were in a small circle. Laughing all the while, you told them how much you loved them, and they agreed with you, telling you how precious you were to them.
Jasper had cracked some joke that you guys should be on Dancing with the Stars, and you all started giggling like little kids. Honestly, this wedding was shaping up to be the party of the century in your eyes, and you couldn’t help but wish that it would someday be you in white, with your two loves. You hoped by then that the world had become a more accepting place, and such a ceremony would be commonplace.
In the meantime, you were happy here: laughing and dancing with the loves of your life.
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Here’s the video I was inspired by (for the dancing part):
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PAUL DANO CHARACTERS MASTERLIST
Edward Nashton/Riddler
Dwayne Hoover (aged up)
Eli Sunday
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A Christmas Carol
9th Doctor x reader
SUMMARY: For day 1 of Advent, here’s something for my Whovians… hope you enjoy. 9 and the reader travel back in time for a very Dickensian Christmas…
Trigger warnings: none, I don’t think.
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That oh-so-familiar thworp of the TARDIS told you that you had arrived. Christmas 1843. The Doctor had chosen it after your previous adventure in the year 5487 - you wouldn’t be going back there in a hurry. He wanted something a bit… calmer for once. Not that he didn't love adventure, of course.
‘Okay, Y/N. It’s the 20th December 1843. Now tell me, what is special about this day?’ he quizzed you.
‘It’s… the day after A Christmas Carol was published!’ you loved that book a lot, and you knew that the Doctor did too. Where he was planning to take you, you couldn’t guess, but you were glad he’d chosen this date for your next little adventure.
‘And change out of those clothes please, you’ll show me up.’ he added with a sarky look in your direction. You rolled your eyes, but made your way to the huge wardrobe in the TARDIS to oblige. He held back a laugh as you left, and hearing this, you couldn’t help but smile. You never knew what you might find in there, it truly was an amalgamation of every type of clothing you could possibly imagine… mini-dresses, togas, suits and ties, and that one really weird fashion trend from the 7140s where everyone wore Scooby Doo onesies. However, you looked past all this to unearth exactly what you needed to find. You see, that was the thing about the TARDIS. She always knew just what you needed. You changed out of the clothes that had offended the Doctor so, and into these new ones. Looking in the mirror, you were pleasantly surprised. Never before had you thought it possible to look so good whilst wearing Victorian clothes. Still, everyday is a school day.
Making your way back to the main console, you found the Doctor wearing exactly the same outfit, except he had changed his jumper. You rolled your eyes, this was so typical of him! Oh well. It was always fun to play dress up with the Doctor, even if he always declined to participate. You’d get him out of that leather jacket one day if it killed you.
You’d brought yourself a scarf from the wardrobe, but decided that he was clearly more in need of it than you were. You walked up to him and carefully put the soft wool around his neck. He feigned annoyance but you could tell he was pleased that you’d been thinking about him again, something he was convinced you did far too much of. He gave you a genuine smile, which you reciprocated gladly.
On the cobbled streets of Victorian London, the snow was falling. Already there was a carpet of white on the stones, and it glowed under the light of the street lamps which lit your way. The sky was steel grey, polluted with the industrial smog of hellish factories lining the roads not far from here. Trying desperately to ignore the lingering, acrid smell of the blacksmiths next to where you had landed, you and the Doctor stepped out smartly, marvelling at every person who walked past. How little they knew of the future, that those factories that were the very lifeblood of the city would soon be nothing but a whisper sometimes talked about in history lessons.
You were confused about your destination, but the Doctor seemed to know where he was going. There was little decoration around the streets or in shop windows, but you remembered that people only started celebrating Christmas again because of A Christmas Carol, and that had only been published the day before. One shop stood out to you though; you saw it on the corner just ahead. It was decked out, even by modern standards. Golden and scarlet ribbons hung on every surface, and there was even a tree outside. Candles lit up the windows, revealing the large number of customers inside. The Doctor gave you a knowing look, and then you realised. That was your destination.
Inside the shop, there were what felt like thousands of people milling about everywhere, books in hand. Even though the shop was actually quite large, there was hardly room to breathe. However, no history lesson could have prepared you for what, or rather who, you were about to see. Coming into the main area of the shop, you saw Charles Dickens, sat at a table, talking to a lady in the most fabulous hat you’d ever seen. You felt your jaw drop in shock, whilst the Doctor just looked at you, laughing to himself. You turned to him and smiled. He was so clever, and he very well knew it.
He made his way to the front of the queue, much to the chagrin of everyone else, and proudly introduced you to Dickens. Apparently, Dickens and the Doctor were “very dear friends”! Well, trust him to hide a secret like that from you. A book had somehow found its way into your hands, and you gave it to Dickens to sign. He wrote this message inside it:
Dear Y/N,
Any friend of the Doctor is a friend of mine! I do hope you enjoy my little book.
Charles Dickens, Christmas 1843
You couldn’t believe it. A first edition of A Christmas Carol, signed by Charles Dickens? Now that was something you’d treasure forever.
Outside the bookshop, it has just started to snow. As the delicate flakes flew down from the sky, the Doctor offered you his arm, and you slowly wound your way down the cobbled street, amazed at all that was happening around you. You had a tremendous sense of foreboding, feeling satisfied that these people would very soon be rediscovering the joy of Christmas, and you were so glad to be able to share it with the Doctor.
This would be an adventure you wouldn’t forget any time soon.
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