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PART 10 | AFTER FIVE YEARS
Pairing: Carlos Sainz x Reader
Summary: Carlos Sainz finally met his son he had with her ex-wife, Y/N.
Warning: Quite long
“So you're telling me Y/N had Cael the same year you two got divorced? Wow, this is making five years ago more interesting than it should be,” Blanca said, making Carlos facepalm. “Come on Blancs, stop making it feel like celebrity gossip or something,” Carlos replied to his sister.
“What? It looks like it. She's busy, you cheated, things got sour, she had your baby, you were depressed, and now after five years you meet again. How juicy is that,” Blanca said, summarizing what happened to them. Carlos Sr., on the other hand, is just laughing at his children conversing about Carlos' life intently, like it's a business proposal. Reyes is also listening to them, curious about the story behind everything.
“So, you got what you want now, Blancs? Can I go to sleep?” Carlos said, wanting to get away from his sister. “Nah ah, how did you two meet here? And, how are things going now? I need details,” Blanca replied, leaving Carlos no choice but to explain.
After explaining, Carlos let out his realization, “You know what? I'm gonna repeat this whole thing again to Ana tomorrow, Dios mio, you two,” Carlos said, knowing that his little sister will still be there tomorrow morning and will be asking the exact same question as she did. “Not my problem,” Blanca replied, tapping his shoulder before walking to her room.
“That's it? No thank you Carlos for the gossip?” Blanca only ignores him and proceeds to open the door. Carlos let out a sigh before kissing his parents goodnight and going into his own room. He texted you first before going to sleep and having a nighful rest.
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“Mama, Grandpapa’s house is huge,” Cael said out of amusement, making you smile. You can't help but to reminisce about your memories here. The first time you met Carlos' family. You were freezing scared that time but you didn't expect how warm they would welcome you into their family. It got to the point that Ana is more close to you than Carlos.
“Y/N! Hija I missed you!” Reyes greets you with a warm hug. “I missed you too Reyes.” You replied.
“Nah ah, since when did I become Reyes to you? It's Mama for you, divorced or not divorced. I will be your second mom, darling,” Reyes said, eliciting a smile from you.
I'm happy that you want me to call you that. But, am I even allowed to call you Mama and Papa? Isn't that disrespectful to his other girl? Not like she deserves respect.
“Where's our little sainz?” Reyes asks. “Oh, he insisted on helping Carlos get some food in the trunk. As if he could help him,” you said, chuckling.
Reyes squeals as she sees Cael walking Carlos towards you two. Carlos has Cael hand in his hand and some food on the other. “He really looks like Carlos when he was young,” Reyes says and was about to cry. She then offered Cael a hug, a hug that Cael slowly returned. Cael gave her a smile. “Oh you have the cutest smile ever, my love,” Reyes said and offered her hand to Cael.
“Where's Blancs, Mama?” Carlos asked, wondering where his sister was. “Oh she's with your father in the kitchen. Ana's still not here but she'll be here in a few minutes,” Reyes replied and walked with Cael inside the house.
You walked beside Carlos to ask him something. “Blanca’s here? And so is Ana?” You whispered to him. “Yes they are here. They are so excited to meet him,” Carlos also replied in a whisper.
“Really?” You said. “Yeah, they are more excited and happy about meeting him than knowing that I just won a GP yesterday,” Carlos said, making you grin and shake your head.
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“OMG! YN!” Ana immediately hugged you as soon as she entered the house ignoring Carlos who's arms wide open for her. She shed some tears of joy as she embraced you. “Oh my God! I miss you sis!” Ana said between your hugs. Carlos, on the other hand, slowly and awkwardly put his hand back to his side, making Blanca laugh.
“Where's little sainz?” Ana asked you. “He's here,” Reyes replied, holding Cael who is seated at the counter top watching his Auntie Blanca and Grandpa Carlos cook some food.
“Hold these,” Ana said, giving Carlos the huge bags she was holding. “What the hell are these Ana?” Carlos said as the bags she gave are kinda heavy. “Oh a few toys for Cael,” Ana said while smooching his nephew.
“Few toys? Looks like you brought the whole toy section,” Carlos said as he opened the bags full of various toys, mostly cars.
Now I know. It's definitely not me nor Carlos who is gonna spoil Cael. It's his Auntie Ana along with his hella rich godfathers.
“No wonder, you only came now,” Blanca said. “Yes sis. I gotta be the favorite auntie here,” Ana replied, making her older sister crack.
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“Sevi, what do you want? Auntie will get it for you,” Ana asks. “Sevi?” Blanca confusely asked. “It's my special nickname for my baby,” Ana replied, eliciting chuckles from everyone on the table.
“What are you up to now, Yn?” Reyes asks.
“I'm working in the hospital again as an attending physician,” You replied.
“What about Cael? Who takes care of him when you're at work?” Blanca asked, staring at you.
“Oh, we're living with my Mom. So she takes care of him during the day. But, I have a more flexible schedule now than during my residency. I can really spend time with him mostly,” you replied to her.
Blanca just nodded. You noticed that Carlos and Blanca are glaring at each other after that question. He simply shook his head at her and she just continued with her food.
Okay, what was that for?
On the other hand, Ana is busy watching Cael eat his food. “Where are you staying, darling?” Reyes asked you. “We're staying at an Airbnb,” you kindly replied. “Eh? You're not staying at your old house?” Ana asked, making you look at Carlos.
Our old house? I thought you sold it.
“It's still there. He often stays at your house more than here whenever he is in Madrid,” Blanca said.
“Really? I didn't know,” You replied. “There's a lot of things you don't know,” Blanca whispered. “What did you say?” Ana said. “Nothing, I'm not saying anything,” Blanca replied. But you clearly heard her.
What are you talking about Blanca?
The table was filled with stories, catching up with each other. Cael occasionally tells stories that make everyone smile. It feels like everything is okay, like you are just a happy family. But you're not. You know that there are unsettled issues that still need to be addressed.
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Carlos, Cael, and Ana are busy unboxing the toys she bought while you and Blanca are watching them at the porch. Seeing your boys so happy makes your heart elated.
This was my dream, to see you with our child. You were my dream Carlos. Not until you became my nightmare.
“If you weren't cheating,” you whispered, accidentally letting your thoughts out. “Did you think he filed a divorce to be with her, the other girl?” Blanca asked her.
“Why?” you replied, making Blanca chuckle. “Well, I can't blame you if you believe that. But trust me, she wasn't.” she said.
If she was not the reason. Why did he leave me? Why, Carlos?
“Mama, I know how to control it now!” Cael yelled, pertaining to his new remote control monster truck. You saw Carlos smiling at you too. “Okay Sevi, let’s race, you, me, and your Papa. If I win you’re gonna sleep in my room. If your Papa wins, you’ll get to sleep beside him in his room. But, if you win, you can choose whoever you wanna be with tonight. Okay?” Ana suggested. “Okay!” Cael responded cheerfully.
“So who do you wanna be with tonight?” Carlos asks Cael. “Eh Papa, that’s a secret,” Cael said, refusing to tell his father. This makes Carlos and Ana both laugh.
You badly want to ask him why. Why did he leave you? But you were scared about what he had to say. You were scared about talking more about the past. It is a memory that you really want to dig in off the ground.
“You two fix your shits. And I know, you know what I'm talking about. If you can't be together, at least be friends, for Cael,” Blanca seriously said before leaving you at the porch.
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AN: Here's another part. It's quite long huhu, sorry. I'm updating as much as I can before I get too busy. I hope you like this one. Let me know your thoughts and if you wanna be added in the taglist. I really appreciate your comments, likes, and messages. Thank y'all.
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the party era | oscar piastri
pairing: oscar piastri x female driver!reader
summary: you used to be a party girl, you’re now much more content staying in and watching movies with your boyfriend instead.
authors note: my AP world history test is tomorrow!! wish me luck 😞 (i haven’t studied, im going to fail)
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f1wagsgossip: thoughts ? 😂
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user1: is this a safe space to say i do too 😖
user2: she’s gotten so boring now that’s she’s with oscar 😞
user3: y/n isn’t a wag ???? she’s a driver, whys she on this page 😭
user4: as a y/n fan during this era, NO! i do not miss this
user5: why ?
user4: this was a horrible time for y/n and her fans, she was constantly being called slurs, a whore, slut, etc :( i was ALWAYS on the front lines defending my girl !!
user6: y’all saying oscar made her boring rubs me the wrong way…
user7: RIGHT
user8: me too
user9: honestly i agree
user10: i miss party y/n
user11: what i would do to be a fan during the party era
user11: i’m in my party era right now
user12: are we all forgetting how y/n has said multiple times that this was probably the hardest days of her life?? and how she wishes this never happened ???
user13: she was literally out partying all day 😭 how was that hard
user12: i can tell youre all new fans 😭 this whole “era” happened after she had gotten out of toxic relationship of 6 YEARS she was extremely depressed AND she had said that the only reason she went out so much was because she felt unsafe in her house
user14: you all saying oscar made y/n boring are forgetting that she, and i QUOTE, has said “oscar literally saved my life, and i know that sounds so cheesy, but he truly makes more happy than i could ever put in words”
user15: yall say this, but if she did party like she did back in the day, y’all would be calling her an alcoholic 💀
user16: not too much on oscar now…
bigfanofyn: 2022-2023 y/n was the best !! rip y/ns party era 😞
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user17: oh that’s not…
user18: this is weird !
user19: ME TOO, BRING BACK PARTY Y/N!!
user20: NOO DONT. DO NOT BRING BACK PARTY Y/N
user21: can’t y’all let this girl be peaceful ?? 😭
user22: are y’all forgetting how they tried to get y/n kicked out of f1 because of this ??
user23: WHATTT
user22: YEAH fans literally made a petition to get y/n kicked out of f1 because she was “out of control” it only got like 500 votes THO 😭😭
user23: y/n has said that she is no longer friends with this people in the picture and that we should stop giving them attention…
user24: why ?
user23: they would always purposely got her drunk, and made her feel guilty when she suggested they do something else instead of drink, they would then take photos of her when she was passed out drunk AND SELL THEM TO GOSSIP PAGES ??
user25: don’t forget that they LET SOME STRANGE MAN ALMOST TAKE HER GOD KNOWS WHERE WHILE SHE WAS BLACKOUT DRUNK ?? the only reason he wasn’t able too was because of a STRANGER who intervened
user26: free y/n from oscar 🗣️
user27: this and y’all in the comments ARE WEIRD
user28: …
user29: this isn’t good! hope this helps ❤️
— y/n has posted new pictures!
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yourusername: i have no idea why this is trending BUT… party era y/n was NOT fun or quirky. she was depressed, anxious, and always scared, she pushed away all the people she loved. NOW, “boring” y/n has never been happier. she stays at home with her boyfriend and has movie marathons. it’s better for her this way.
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user30: we love boring y/n
user31: why are people acting like you don’t go out anymore ?? 😭 you were at landos celebration party like a week ago ??
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mclaren: boring y/n is a happy y/n 🧡
yourusername: boring y/n is a happy PR team **
mclaren: that too 🧡
landonorris: a boring y/n is a happy lando
user32: the fact that the only reason y/n got help was because lando told her too is just so 💔💔
user33: she knew that when LANDO tells you that you need to stop. YOU NEED TO STOP.
user34: no because LANDO telling her to stop partying ?? is crazy 😭
user35: REAL FANS LIKE ANY TYPE OF Y/N
user36: y’all got this girl so mad she’s talking in third person 😐
— oscar piastri had posted new photos !
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oscarpiastri: party girl or not. i will always love you.
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user37: oh to have a movie night with y/n l/n…
user38: the man y/n DESERVES
user39: can’t people just understand that some people truly go through rough patches which makes them do out of the ordinary things ??
user40: RIGHTTT, because if y/n was a true ‘party’ girl like they claim. SHE WOULD STILL BE PARTYING. she had said multiple times. that ‘era’ wasn’t HER. it was a ROUGH PATCH
user41: get you a man that loves you as much as oscar loves y/n
maxverstappen1: tell y/n to play pool on imessage with me.
oscarpiastri: she said she’ll play when you stop cheating
maxverstappen1: I DONT CHEAT
yourusername: I KNOW DANIEL IS PLAYING FOR YOU.
charles_leclerc: you said you would invite me to the next movie night 😞
oscarpiastri: this is an old picture charles, don’t worry, you’re still on the invite list 😁
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Lucy bronze x reader please :)
Reader and Lucy have been together for years but are still not out to the fans and so. Reader wants to have that openness. Lucy wants to be more private. So a heated discussion is formed between the too. Some angst ending in fluff
What are we // lucy bronze x reader
You and lucy had been dating for years now in secret. fans not knowing anything at all only spectating from the sidelines or when you both would hint a your relationship without people being able to connect the dots.
Well you were tried of always having to be private. you wanted to be able too have the closeness that other couples had when posting there significant other.
You wanted to post lucy and her doing the same.doing couple dumps being able to post each other's matching outfits, date days pictures, post about each other's your miles stones or instead want the public to know that you both were together if that was it.
Lucy on the other hand wanted to have things private which you respected at first. but thinking about it made you feel like she doesn't want people to know your together or she's ashamed of being with you.
you decided to ignore those thoughts. and would try bringing up how you want to open your relationship to the public more. Letting them know you both are together. which you plan on doing this night as lucu would be taking you out to both's of your favorite restaurant.
The night arrived where you and Lucy arrived at the restaurant everything was going well she was always treating you like a goddess who's feet just landed on earth.
"You always teat me so well". you told her
"If I didn't who was gonna do it huh". She told you while rubbing your hands with hers.
"Your honestly the best".
"All because of you baby". She said.
It took you a while before getting anything out of your mouth which lucy noticed how tense you got during your conversations when she asked if you were okay.
"You okay baby your body feels tense". She told you.
"Yeah I just got something to tell you". You told her.
"What is it you can always tell me anything".
"Well I was thinking maybe we should be more open about our relationship to the public".you told her.
"What I thought you we're happy with our private life".
"I'm it just that it would be nice to let our fans know about us". You told her back.
"I know that what you want but I'm not just ready".
You were starting to get really irritated at licy right now cause it would always be the same excuse she wasn't ready or how would other's think of you both.
"Oh my god lucy I'm your fucking finance and it wouldn't hurt for you to let people know". You yelled at her ignoring the looks you were getting
"Baby please calm down we can talk about this somewhere more private". she told you
"Always fucking private with you never wanting to deal with things now if your ashamed of us just say so you don't need to be coming up with all these bullshit excuses". You told her
"Baby don't say that of course I'm proud of us".
"Don't call baby me cause if you we're actually proud you'd want people to know". With that you left the restaurant before lucy could say anymore.
You arrived at your shared apartment pissed off and decided to head too bed but instead you caught yourself looking at pictures of you and Lucy together that you would love to share but instead didn't.
You heard the front door open deciding not to deal with lucy you turned of your phone fake sleeping not wanting to deal with her. not realizing you fell asleep pretty quickly.
The next day came quickly you did your best ignoring lucy the whole even though you both lived together doesn't mean you couldn't.
lucy had enough with you ignoring her and decided to end whatever silent treatment you were giving her.
"Okay I get that your angry about yesterday and how it was handled but we can't do this if your here not communicating with me". she told you
"You made it pretty clear to understand yesterday that you're ashamed of us as a couple and I'm taking time to that".
"If you'll listen to me I'm not ashamed of us I just don't know what to expect you know how the public gets and I can't stand to see get hate from it".
"I know baby but you can't always stop what other people are gonna say at the end of the day it just gonna be just me and you".
"Yeah I'm sorry for the way I handled things last night".she told you
"Me too sorry for yelling and cursing you out".
"It okay I lowkey deserve it".she told you before pulling you into a kiss.
"Lucia".you whined
"How about we post those pictures you want huh". she told you.
"Really you better not be joking with me lucy bronze".
"Really anything for my favorite girl". she said
"You're the best". You told her before jumping to your phone and deciding on what pictures to use and how to caption it. all in a days work let's just say everything went semi successful.
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lj10 freaking finally 🙌
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i feel you on that mother comic its like "yeah im close to my queer mom" and suddenly i get swarmed with people being like "um actually not everyone is close to their mother so you should reconsider talking about your mom in public" like god you people are ghouls
yeah like lol shut up bitch on your own post my parents are fucking awesome. My mom supported me before she even knew what a trans woman was and even after she learned she was all in cuz she just wanted me to be happy
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illicit affairs
Summary: What happens if you fall in love with a married woman? Nothing good, of course.
"If you ever dare tell him or anyone about us, I swear to God I will tell everyone how good of a liar you are."
YOU DIDN'T intend to fall in love with a married person.
It was the last thing on your mind. You'd never put yourself in such a dangerous position — destroying what happy couples had. If only the old you could see you right now, she would have thrown you off a cliff in an instant.
She was the wife of your Classic Literature professor — Wanda.
She had the most mesmerizing greenest eyes you had ever seen, the kind you want to just spend hours or even days just staring into. Long brown hair that would cascade down to her shoulders and back, the kind that falls into place like dominoes as she'd run her fingers through her hair, as if she never needed a comb in her life.
You and Wanda first met when Vision, your professor and her loving husband, asked you to drop the book reviews he instructed the class to do for the day.
It was just a simple meeting. No out of the ordinary. There were few exchanges of smiles between you and Wanda as you handed the papers to Vision. Then you left.
The second meeting was somewhat rather different. You knew you should focus at what Vision was saying at that moment but your eyes could only betray you as they darted towards the revealing creamy legs of the woman sitting in front of Vision's desk.
You didn't mean to ogle. But you swore Wanda raise her skirt rather intentionally to reveal more when she noticed you looking.
The third meeting was the awaited moment, the actual beginning of the book where the protagonist meets the love of her life.
Vision was nowhere to be found. And in his desk, sitting on his chair was his wife.
"Vision left for a meeting," Wanda said as she stood, making her way towards you.
"Good afternoon, Miss Stark."
"Oh, please, call me Wanda."
Wanda approached you, her perfume lingering in your nose as she took the papers from your hands.
"Y/n, right?"
You nodded back.
There was an awkward silence as you both just stood there silently, a weird tension you couldn't comprehend. Or maybe you were only imagining things.
Like a curious child, you didn't know what to do. Wanda seemed like she was having fun on the other hand as she watched you struggle. Her eyes finally took mercy as she began peering through the papers.
"Mmmm, Anna Karenina. What do you think of it?"
Your brows furrowed deeper. "About the book?"
Wanda only nodded as she stepped closer, making you swallow a nervous gulp.
"Well, I think it's one of the greatest works of literature ever written."
She stopped. "And do you think it's appropriate? What she did with Vronsky appropriate?"
"No . . . She's married and—"
"Even when it was an arranged marriage to a man beyond her years whom she didn't love?" Wanda interrupted.
"Even so, I don't think it's still right. Although I couldn't blame Anna if I were in her shoes and I lived in the 1800s, the heart doesn't follow the laws in marriage. And the law doesn't apply to love."
There was a small pause. Wanda's eyes met yours and you had never seen it in the deepest and darkest shades of green before.
"You're an interesting student, Y/n, you know that right?"
"Interesting how, ma'am?"
A smirk only grew on her face. But before she could reply, Vision suddenly entered the room.
"Oh, Y/n, I'm sorry, I got caught up in an unexpected meeting." He took the papers from his wife as he left a kiss on her cheek. You said it was okay as you bid goodbye to both, to Wanda rather hesitantly.
"VISION'S looking for a nanny," Kate suddenly announced when she arrived at the table. You and your friends were in the cafeteria for lunch. "He's basically convincing his students to apply, handing out flyers. Don't you think it's a bit unprofessional?"
You didn't think it was unprofessional. You thought it was an opportunity, a blessing in disguise. But of course, you didn't tell your friends that.
SO, THERE you were sitting in Stark's two-storey house playing video games with their twins on the living room carpet. You couldn't complain choosing this work over some part time job you had at a local comic book store, considering Vision was paying you more.
You thought it was a consensus agreement between the two of them though but when you met Wanda's widened eyes later that night upon seeing you with her kids, as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing, you had thought wrong.
Wanda and Vision had a fight that night too, about why Vision hired one of his students for the job. It wasn't your business, but you'd probably be fired from the job after that night.
When you had already tucked the boys in their bed, the house had now gone completely silent. You quietly prepared yourself to get home. Hurriedly leaving the house you shouldn't have come in the first place, you accidentally bumped into Wanda in the hallway.
"I'm sorry, I wasn't looking—"
"No, I should be the one who's sorry. Forgive me, Y/n. You shouldn't have heard all the things you probably heard earlier. I was just not expecting him to actually do it."
"It's okay, ma'am. I don't really mind. And I needed the money anyway." Technically, it wasn't a lie.
There was a short moment of silence before you smiled and bid goodbye. Wanda stopped you the very second you stepped out the door.
"What time will you be here tomorrow?" she asked.
You swallowed as she walked closer. "I. . . I don't remember Professor mention to babysit tomorrow."
"Well, I will be out for business the whole day tomorrow and the twins need picking up from the school. But if you're busy, I can just ask—"
"—No, it's completely fine, I can do it—"
"Are you sure? I don't want to impose," she said as she suddenly arranged the collar of your shirt. The feather like touch of her fingertips against your skin made you almost internally combust. "I don't want you missing out on your studies."
Your cheeks must have gone red the entire time as you eagerly shook your head.
"It's surely not a problem, Miss Stark."
"If you say so. I'll see you tomorrow then. And please . . . call me Wanda."
Little did you know you'd start calling her other endearing names two weeks later.
YOU STARTED becoming close to Wanda the following days when you're babysitting their twins. With interesting conversations at night whenever she and her husband got home, it was a miracle how you'd never seem to run out of topics. And in the University as well, what with her regular presence in Vision's office, it would appear as though you and Wanda couldn't handle to spend some time apart from each other.
Your friends had teased you about taking the babysitter job, of course. But they were more concerned about Vision, truly unaware that your intentions were elsewhere, that a certain brunette has plagued your mind for days, that you were so head over heels over your professor's wife.
No, they had no idea about the nights you two had spent together talking, or the prolonged touches that ignited the wick of most carnal desires in your head, or the way she slurred your name behind you as she taught you how to bake the cookies the twins liked. Of how you could almost taste her. No, they certainly had no idea.
But of course, falling in love with a married woman wasn't an easy task.
You weren't supposed to be entering Vision's office without knocking. But being used to be always welcomed in there, you didn't expect Vision to be preoccupied with his wife.
There they were kissing passionately, Wanda on top of his desk while Vision in front of her. Your sight immediately darkened. You hurriedly apologized and left the room.
Vision talked to you the next day about what happened, and how sorry he was for not being professional. He was talking about trying to resolve the cruel woes of a married life but you had already stopped listening when she mentioned Wanda started what happened yesterday.
You asked to take absence from the babysitting job for a while, saying that you needed to focus on the upcoming midterms. Vision said he understood, never questioning how it was more important than the exams.
Fortunately, you didn't have to go to Vision's office anymore. Ever since the incident, Vision never instructed you to.
That was why you had more free time on a Saturday night, making you agree to your friend's invite to another college party. Plus, you needed to move on from something that wasn't even there in the first place.
You met some girl that night too. But you were too drunk to remember the name. She was kissing you against the wall in the dark alley, or even more as you heard your belt being unbuckled.
"Stop," you muttered with a weak voice.
But the girl didn't seem to hear you. She might have taken it as a moan as she hastily fastened the way she was devouring you that moment.
You pulled away from her face as you tried to say it louder. "I can't do this here—"
And then there was a blur before you as the girl was suddenly shoved away. You didn't get to see what happened next because darkness had already enveloped your surroundings.
YOU WOKE up in a nearby motel wearing clothes you knew weren't yours. You were starting to hyperventilate, millions of thoughts running through your head, scolding your past self that this was what's going to happen when you get drunk.
It only stopped when Wanda entered the room.
"Miss Stark?"
"What the hell do you think you're doing making out with strangers in dark alleyways?"
You hadn't seen her mad before. Of course, you had heard her yelling during her arguments with Vision, but never towards you.
"You could have been—... you could have been—"
Suddenly, memories from last night quickly swarmed back into your head. How someone was about to take you out in public.
"I'm so sorry," you said back so softly, holding back tears. "I . . . I didn't mean to get too much drunk."
Wanda let out a sigh, calming herself down, as she carefully approached you then sat on the corner of the bed.
When you started crying, you felt her hand slithered around yours, squeezing you with assurance and safety you didn't know you needed.
"Hey, it's okay now," she said. "You're alright now. And that's what matters."
Then Wanda leaned forward, engulfing you into a hug as you cried into her chest. She rubbed circles soothingly on your back, murmuring sweet nothings as if she was more than just your professor's wife.
"You're safe now. I'm here. I'll always be here."
You didn't know what she meant by that, but through the days that followed, you finally understood.
You started to return as the twins' babysitter a week after the incident. Wanda insisted she'd been having a hard time finding someone to replace you. So you finally relented and caved in.
And one night, one lonely sensual night, it all made sense.
Wanda just got home from work. Vision was away for a professors retreat and wouldn't be back until the following day.
"In a hurry to get rid of me?" Wanda chuckled as she poured herself a glass of white wine. You had just tucked the kids in their bed.
You apologized. "Sorry, my friends are just having this party and I . . . Well, they set me up to meet with someone there—"
You jumped when you heard glass breaking. Upon seeing the source, how red looked so much darker unto the white kitchen counter, your feet instinctively darted towards the bathroom to get the first aid kit.
When you got back into the kitchen carrying the bag, Wanda finally spoke. "It's fine, Y/n. It's just a scratch—"
"No way that's just a scratch." You pulled her hand regardless and started to tend to it like a professional. You had been trained to do this back in highschool as a volunteer. Good thing it wasn't an open wound. You gently rolled the gauze around her hand after you had finished dabbing some alcohol on the wound, unaware that Wanda has never let her eyes leave you.
"There. All done." You smiled then looked at Wanda, finally noticing the distance between the two of you was too inexistent. You swallowed a nervous lump, not realizing you were still holding her injured hand. You let go rather reluctantly and you swore you could see the disappointment on her face.
"Y/n," Wanda called softly.
"Yes?" Avoiding her gaze, you busied yourself cleaning the mess.
"I don't think I can do this anymore."
"What do you mean?"
And as you lifted your head to look at her, Wanda was already starting to lean forward. Suddenly, you couldn't breathe, rendering you immobile as the gap between the two of you was reduced to an inch.
"I'm about to do something stupid," Wanda said. "But please, don't push me away or tell me you don't want the same thing."
Then she kissed you. And of course, you didn't push her away. The kiss was just a soft one, so feather like that you thought maybe you were only dreaming it. And you didn't want it to end. But before you could respond to the kiss, Wanda had abruptly pulled away.
"I'm sorry," Wanda said as she turned her back at you to leave.
Suddenly you forgot why you were there, that Wanda was a married woman and that you shouldn't even be doing what you were going to do. You followed Wanda to tell her you felt the same, that you had wanted her all this time but she had already gone upstairs and locked herself in the bedroom.
YOU HADN'T heard from Wanda since. Vision said they had found another babysitter so you could just relax for the meantime before the upcoming exams. But relaxing was the last thing on your mind at the moment.
Determined to get another taste, you knocked into Wanda's door one night. And fortunately, she was the one who opened it.
"Why would you do that when you're gonna avoid me afterwards?" you asked. Demanded, to be exact.
Wanda was surprised at your behavior but she maintained her stance.
"Who's at the door, dear?" Vision's voice came through the hallway.
"No one, Vis. Just a prank," Wanda answered as she kept her eyes on you.
You couldn't believe what you just heard, but maybe it was all a prank, just some stupid thing that should have never happened. You opened your mouth to speak, to tell her that it didn't mean anything to you so it would hurt her too. But you hesitated. It was rather easy to pretend nothing happened that night rather than convince someone that you would reciprocate the advances presented to you.
When you heard nearing footsteps coming from the house, probably from Vision, you hurriedly left.
Little did you know what awaited you later that night when you come back into your dorm room. Putting on your pajamas as you get yourself ready for bed, you didn't expect someone to knock at a very late hour. You were determined to fight with whoever it was outside the door because you were still filled with rage caused by a certain brunette.
It was Wanda, looking worried and anxious.
"Forgive me" was all she said as she quickly barged through the door and pushed herself against you. The frustration you could have fired back immediately dissipated, as if the touch of her skin against yours was a drug that could cure any negative feelings, any hatred you had for the woman.
You did more than just kiss that night. You performed a sacred dance against your sheets, worshipping her, drinking her as if you had been suffering from drought for ages. It surprised you how eager and deprived Wanda was as she pushed your head between her exposed thighs, begging you to touch her. And you were very compliant.
It didn't stop from there.
The blazed nights continued through the days that followed, each day met with unsatiated hunger. It was either in your dorm room or in the guest bedroom of her house, the house she shared with Vision, the guy she's married to.
You weren't an idiot. You knew what you were. You were that exact person you had despised your entire life as you watched news and heard gossips about married life, never expecting how hard it really was now that you're wearing the shoes of the mistress.
"What is it? What's wrong?" Wanda asked one night as she noticed you stop responding back to her desperate kisses, her straddling on top of your hips as she craved for another round.
"What are we, Wanda?"
Wanda didn't answer for a moment. She took ahold of her ragged breathing, calmed herself down as she cupped your face to look up at her.
Pressing your foreheads together, she whispered as if she was scared anyone could hear her confession. "I don't know. I just know that I want to be here with you."
And that was good enough for you. For a while, anyway.
YOU AND Wanda spent more time than the usual nights of fulfilled desires. You had conversations about what your future would look like after murmuring tiny i love yous post bliss from your love making. Whenever you finished your classes, you'd immediately go to the Stark's house and spend time with Wanda in the kitchen as she prepared for dinner. If you two weren't that careful enough, either Tom or Billy would caught you stealing kisses in the kitchen counter. You became a regular to their household, unbeknownst to Vision, who thought you only needed the babysitting job more now that you're graduating.
Your friends started to worry about you when they finally found out about the affair. They thought it was overrated and wrong, falling in love with a married person. You were a believer of that too. And it made you hate yourself as you looked at yourself in the mirror, as you listened to Vision's classes and saw how enthusiastic he still was, not knowing you were worshipping her wife on your knees.
You weren't stupid. You had attempted to discuss it with Wanda, even one time you thought you had begged.
"End it with him please," you asked, as she rode the silicone toy between your legs. "Be with me. Be mine, Wanda, and only mine."
Wanda gasped as she eagerly nodded, looking at your eyes with hooded ones as her fingers dug through the back of your scalp and shoulder.
"Yes?"
"Yes, Y/n, I'm yours and only yours."
And you thought she really was and that she would finally end it. But maybe it was just the wonderful effects of orgasmic pleasure that made her think you two would be more than just an illicit affair.
THEN IT happened. The one thing that finally extinguished the guilt you had been carrying for months. The one thing you thought would finally save you and Wanda.
Vision had been kissing another professor from the university rather passionately when you entered his office one unexpected afternoon. He begged and begged for you not to tell her wife about it, pleading you he'd tell her eventually and that he just needed some time.
But that was not what you did.
The first thing you did when you saw Wanda was told her about what Vision did. Desperation and selfishness could do such a thing.
You thought she'd finally wake up and get some sense that staying in that marriage would only worsen the consequences. But you had thought wrong when you woke up in your bedroom and Wanda wasn't there beside you.
Through the days that followed, Wanda had never replied to any of your messages or calls. When you went to knock on their door, nobody would answer.
Is that it?
Is that how she ends things?
When you saw Vision in class the next day, it appeared as if nothing happened, as if he didn't just commit a sinful act like his wife did. Vision was still wearing his wedding ring as if nothing happened.
So it killed you to ask about Wanda.
"She's okay, Y/n," Vision said hurriedly, as if he wanted to get rid of you and the conversation. "What happened shouldn't have happened. And we've agreed to save our marriage for the sake of our kids. And sorry, but we no longer need a babysitter. I hope you understand we need privacy at the moment."
You thought whether Vision finally found out about you and Wanda's affair or maybe he was just angry at you for telling her about his own affair.
BUT YOU were too adamant to find out. So when it was their twins' birthday, where you remembered how Wanda wanted just a house celebration for their day, you bought a nice gift for the twins and went to their house without an invitation.
Luckily, the house was open to guests that you found yourself invisible as you went inside the house.
You could see Wanda from a distance, chatting with some guests as she drank a glass of white wine in her hand, the hand that still wore her wedding ring. You knew you should be mad but you missed the woman so much that you only wished to touch her and kiss her, to feel her against you.
When yours and Wanda's eyes met, time slowed down. As if this moment was it — the start of another chapter or the ending of the book that was your love affair.
"What are you doing here?" was what greeted you in the kitchen as you busied yourself getting some refreshments. You knew she'd excuse herself and follow you. You could feel her breath at the back of your neck, wondering if she was eye fucking you in the revealing dress you decided to wear for her that day.
"That's something I didn't expect coming out of your mouth after weeks of not seeing and talking to each other."
You faced her this time and drank a gulp from your cup, suddenly feeling emboldened.
Wanda could only sneer as if in disgust but you mistook it as challenged.
"You're not invited. I think you should just leave."
You frowned. "Why? After all that I've done for you and your twins. I'm sure they'd be happy I'm here on their special day—"
"I need you to leave, Y/n."
"Why so hostile? I haven't done anything wrong."
Wanda paused for a moment as she let some guests pass their way.
Then you got serious. "I thought you'd end it with him."
This time she glared at you, her nostrils flaring. "Do you think I'm that stupid, Y/n?"
"I never thought of it—"
"Do you think I'd believe some kid over my good of a husband that he could do such a thing towards me?"
And your whole world just crumbled. "What?"
"Vision told me everything. You're so good, so desperate to have me that you would concoct such a creative story."
"I didn't make it up. It was true. He was cheating—"
"Shut your mouth," she hissed, turning her head to see if you two were still alone.
"I can't believe you won't believe me," you said aloud, more to yourself than directed at her.
Wanda exhaled as she took a step back from you. "Besides the point, I'm trying to save our marriage by putting a stop into this nonsense—"
"Nonsense?" you asked incredulously. "You literally had your tongue and fingers inside me not two weeks ago."
Wanda flared again and cornered you, her fingers wrapping the front of your dress. "You better shut your mouth or else—"
"Or else what?"
You thought you'd broken her resolve as she stared at you. You thought the look on her eyes was hunger and longing. You thought she'd kiss you like she always did. But you had thought wrong. You'd thought wrong all this time.
"You might not believe me," you spat on her face. "But does Vision believe how innocent and faithful you were of a wife?"
"You wouldn't dare." Her grip tightened around you and you wished you hadn't worn that dress.
You were almost crying, but you stopped yourself as you fought back. You didn't want her to see how weak you were.
"What if I might?"
"If you ever dare tell him or anyone about us," Wanda went on, her face only an inch or less from your face, lips barely touching, "I swear to God I will tell everyone how good of a liar you are."
You searched her eyes if she meant it. If she was only bluffing. And you wished she were.
But the hatred and distaste in her tongue proved otherwise.
"You would be expelled," she whispered. "Legal actions would be taken against you, for creating such false gossip between married couple. No one would hire you with your records. And no one," she paused, her thumb tracing your lower lip, "no one would trust you. I'm sure you don't want that, right?"
You hadn't seen this side of Wanda. And maybe this was what your friends were warning you all along, that married couples weren't meant to be dealt with.
The woman you loved so much turned into someone you wouldn't thought would ever do something cruel to you.
"You wouldn't," you said but you didn't sound sure anymore.
Wanda finally let go and stepped back from you. "I'd do anything for my family."
And you wished the ground would just swallow you whole. Fortunately, that ground was in some sort of a guest interrupting Wanda as she asked for some paprika spice.
Before Wanda left to tend to the guest, she whispered so low that only you could hear, "Don't do anything stupid I wouldn't do."
But you weren't listening anymore. All became white noise as you looked at your surroundings. You were frozen on the spot, suddenly realizing you didn't belong there at all.
And what little of dignity left inside you fuelled your legs and feet to move on their own accord. You left their house silently, promising yourself you'd never ever dare set foot unto that house again as long as you lived.
YOU DELETED her number, your photos together, any memories that the two of you ever shared. You requested to transfer to another dorm just to eradicate the nights you spent with Wanda in your old room. Your friends were helpful. If it weren't for them, you wouldn't have lasted another two months until you left that shithole of a place.
You never dared to be alone with Vision, nor cared when you still saw him and that professor locking tongues together. You just needed to leave. To forget that you just got your heart broken by someone you shouldn't have been having affairs in the first place.
And that day finally came. It was graduation day and you never thought Wanda would come but she was there, in all her glory.
"Don't worry, Y/n, we won't let her come near you," Kate promised. But the fear inside you only worsened. What if she'd tell everyone in the university how much of a slut you were?
You couldn't believe you could ever love someone so empty as your eyes finally met. Time didn't slow down this time.
You were the first to look away as it already pained you how stupid you were.
When the ceremony was over, you immediately left the venue as if scared Wanda could still make a scene if she wanted to.
Something inside you urged to go to the comfort room to get changed first before heading back to your dorm. So you did just that.
And when you were already leaving through the front doors after changing, there Wanda was with her back at you already waiting outside, her neck craned around her searching for something. As if she was looking for you.
You could have just done it. You could have just walked outside and talked to her.
But you couldn't, not after what she did.
You stepped back from the door and went to another exit instead, vowing to yourself never to come back.
Author's Note: Not sure I'd be writing a part two for this because I just want to read angsty stuff nowadays 😂😂😂😭😭😭
#wanda maximoff x reader#elizabeth olsen x reader#wanda maximoff#wanda x reader#wanda#elizabeth olsen#wanda angst#cheating
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Akihiko: What do you think?
*Reference photo*
Leona and Yuurin: ...
The other clients in the salon: *blushing after seeing him*
Akihiko: Hm?
Leona and Yuurin: ...
Leona: We need to get out of here first. You're attracting too much attention.
Akihiko: *tilts his head in confusion*
Leona: You know you're handsome, don't pretend otherwise.
Akihiko: Thank you, Leona~.
Leona: Tch.
Yuurin: ...
Akihiko: Bluebell?
Yuurin: ...
Yuurin: Please excuse me for a bit. *exits the salon*
Leona and Akihiko: ...
Leona: She's not really the type to show emotions in public, huh?
Akihiko: *chuckles* Yes. Just like you, Leona.
Leona: *frowns*
Leona and Akihiko: ...
Yuurin: ...
Leona: Hey, I need to go check something. You two can go ahead to the restaurant.
Yuurin: But Leona-senpai-
Leona: I won't be long. *walks away*
Yuurin: ...
Akihiko: Bluebell?
Yuurin: ...
Yuurin: Yes?
Akihiko: *smiles* You've been quiet.
Yuurin: ...
Yuurin: I'm happy for you, Aki, yet I also feel guilty.
Yuurin: I realized how I took everything from you.
Akihiko: ...
Akihiko: Bluebell... You do not know what you're saying. *goes to hug her*
Akihiko: You're everything to me.
Yuurin: ...
Akihiko: *chuckles*
Yuurin: *trying to hold back her tears*
Akihiko: Oh bluebell, you're making me cry too.
Yuurin: *her voice shaky* I have it under control.
Akihiko: *chuckles* You sure do.
Leona: *is giving Akihiko a piggyback ride* Seriously, I told you not to push yourself too much.
Akihiko: Who would have thought those roller coasters would make me dizzy...
Akihiko: It doesn't matter. I had fun.
Leona: Hmph.
Akihiko: Bluebell?
Yuurin: Yes?
Akihiko: *smiles*
Akihiko: Ακόμα κι αν σε αφήσω κάποια μέρα, παρακαλώ θυμήσου ότι ο αδελφός σου θα συνεχίσει να σε αγαπά ακόμα και στη μετέπειτα ζωή.
Yuurin: ...
Yuurin: *nods*
Leona: Hey, what did you say to her?
Akihiko: *chuckles* It's a secret.
Leona: *frowns* Watch me use my native language too and I'll do that in your face.
Akihiko: *laughs*
Yuurin: ...
Ruggie: Where's Yuurin?
Leona: She's in her room, praying to the gods.
Ruggie: Huh? What for?
Leona: *who actually understood what Akihiko said*
Leona: It's not for me to disclose. But no one should disturb her.
Yuurin: ...
Yuurin: *holding a butterfly gently in her hands*
Yuurin: ...
Yuurin: *smiles*
Yuurin: Ακόμα κι όταν φύγεις, θα συνεχίσω να σε αγαπώ. Παρακαλώ, να είσαι πάντα ευτυχισμένος.
The butterfly: *flutters its wings and disappears*
Akihiko: *holding that same butterfly*
Akihiko: *smiles* Thank you, bluebell.
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DP x DC prompt - Villainess AU
Hey! So I found this promt and just had to write something with it!
https://www.tumblr.com/kuroishuuha/714717053010984960/dp-x-dc-prompt-villainess-au?source=share
Prompt
-Danny is transported into a novel/game where he is the villainess fiancé of the male lead.
Knowing that only death awaits him at the end, Danny tries to end the engagement (who knows if death will stick this time - Danny is not gonna risk finding out)
Meanwhile, Jason finds himself as the male lead of a novel/game he never read/played
The system in his head is telling him that the only way to get back home is to have a happy ending with his fiancé
So we have Danny who is desperately trying to end his engagement and a Jason who is trying to woo his fiancé (and cursing the original male lead - because the guy must have done something horrible for his cute and nice fiancé to be desperate to break up with him)-
Story
Danny was so over this. He thought this would have been easy, maybe not on his parents part god knows they don't give up without a fight, but his fiance has shown nothing but disdain for him his whole life (even if he wasn't here for 90% of that life) He thought he'd only have to tell his fiance that he didn't want to marry him, his fiance would be ecstatic and run into the sun with Ophelia and he'd get the weight off his shoulders and wouldn't have to worry about dying anymore and yet...
"No."
Danny just looked at him with horror "What do you mean no?" He practically yelled.
"No, I won't break off the engagement."
"Why not!? You hate me! You've hated me since the moment we met! I know you want to be with ophelia!"
Daminan looked like he was trying to read his face which makes no sense, if anyone should be trying to read the other's face it should be him!
Danny grabbed Damian's shoulders and shook them, he knew he wasn't acting like a proper gentleman, but his life was on the line! "Have you lost your goddamn mind? What in the world is wrong with you?" He paused, took a breath and let go of his shoulders. He was sure this had something or the other to do with politics, he just couldn't wrap his mind around it at all. He took another step back, he had to appease Damian somehow. "Look, neither of us wanted to get married and neither of us really knew what we were getting into when our parents signed the agreement and had us agree to this, my parents won't back down but from what I know of your parents they'll let you back out of this no problem. My parents will be pissed but that's neither here nor there. There is really no reasonable excuse for why we shouldn’t break off our engagement." Danny said smugly, crossing his arms over his chest. There was no way Damian could deny all of that.
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How could Jason deny all of that?! He was acting completely out of character, which was funny because he hardly knew what his character was like at all besides from second hand accounts. When he was told he just had to get a happy ending with his fiance he had thought this would be a piece of cake, he had brushed everything else off and took this as a really weird miny vacation, how hard could it really be to marry your fiance? Everything was already set up, it couldn't fail.
Except for the fact that apparently he was a dick and hated his fiance and she was done with all that, which he would have cheered on the fiance any day, get rid of that dick 100%. But now he was here in that dick's place and having to deal with his stupid problems and his fiance wanted to divorce him! How was he ever going to get a happy ending out of this? He did eventually want to get home no matter how annoying Bruce could be at times.
His fiance huffed drawing his eyes to him, he really was very pretty, he had no idea why Damian seemingly hated him. Sure he was being annoying as hell right now but really that was all Damian's fault.
"look i don't know why you seem to be fighting for this, it seriously seems like you just forgot everything!"
Jason froze, should he go with that? It really would be rather convincing seeing as he really didn't know Damian at all.
Danial paused, his eyes widening as he fixed on Jason's hesitance, seemingly picking apart all that he was and assessing him not adequate.
"You really don't act like Damian at all..."
He froze again, was that a good thing? Was this gonna be what gave him away?
"Did you hit your head or something? Temporary amnesia?"
"Y-yes!" Was he messing this up, would Danial believe that?
"Then why are you fighting so hard to keep the engagement? You don't know me at all."
Shit. shit what did he say? How did he convince Danial to keep the engagement if his other self hated him and this self didn't know him?
"I-I heard how wonderful you were from my parents and- and fell in love!"
Danial backed up with a distured look on his face, fuck he shouldn't have said that. "Love? After just hearing about me? That’s… kind of creepy."
“I just want to get to know you!”
Danial looked at him, his shoulders slumped and he looked resigned as he said "fine we'll keep up the engagement for now.” yes! “But when you get your memories back, we're breaking it off.”
Not great, but at least he knew that wasn’t going to happen.
He turned around to leave, oh wait. "I haven't told anyone else I've lost my memories so could you keep that one to yourself?" He asked, turning back around.
Danial looked at him suspiciously. "Why haven't you told anyone else? Not even your family?"
Fuck again! Why couldn't he just get this right? "Of course my family knows!" He really hoped Danial never met them because they absolutely did not. "but no one at this school does, i don't want them to treat me like i'm made of glass like my parents." Not completely off base, they've been tiptoeing around him all summer, probably because he was acting so weird.
"that makes sense." Danial sighed, he looked suddenly like the whole weight of the world was upon his shoulders.
Jason screwed up his face, he had definitely been the one to place it there. He wanted to go over to him and tell him that they could break off the engagement after all but he really couldn't do that. "I'm sorry." He settled for instead.
Danial looked surprised. "You’re apologizing?"
"Yeah, I've made this so much harder for you than it really had to be. And you don't really know me anymore and I really don't know you."
Danial looked at him with something akin to empathy. "It's hard being thrust into a world that's unfamiliar to you isn't it? No one you trust or know around you and having to be something your not."
Jason looked at him in genuine shock. "H-how?"
Danial looked panicked for a second before he gave a light laugh. "I may not have amnesia but I do have expectations from everyone around me." He rubbed his arm. "Everyone says you're way out of my league and that I'm lucky to have you." This time his laugh was bitter.
"If anything you said about the old me was true it was really the opposite."
Danial gave a snort that Jason couldn't help feeling was the prettiest thing he's ever heard. "oh believe me i down played it."
Jason looked at him aghast. "Downplayed it!? Just how bad was I??"
Daniel gave him a sympathetic pat on the shoulder and a smirk, "Now that, my friend is a talk for another time. Danial moved past him brushing his shoulder, what felt like a shock passed through him and he went stiff. When he finally came to his senses he was all by himself, What had just happened?
#danny phantom#danny#dp x dc#dpxdc#dp#dead on main#dp x dc crossover#dc comics#jason todd#dc#jason x danny#dead on main ship#dc x dp prompt#dc x dp
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You still want me? (Patrick Zweig)
Description: Even after 13 years Patrick still wants her.
Warning: Smut
Word Count:2,288k
Y/N laughed at Patrick’s pathetic attempts to sleep with her. He tried every second he could. Art was always weirded out by it and gave him a look. Sure, Y/N was hot but she wasn’t an object for sex and that’s what Art thought that Patrick thought of her. Y/N rolled her eyes as they sat in their hotel room drinking. “Patrick, that was weak.” “Yeah, really.” Patrick glared at his best friend, “Like you could do better?” He asked, Art nodded. “I very well could but I have a girlfriend that I love so.” Patrick flipped him off and turned back to Y/N, “So where were we?” She laughed at his question. “You were trying to fuck me, I am trying to relax.” “Well I could help you relax more.”
These weak attempts to sleep with her went on for years. Art and Tashi rolled their eyes as he said anything and everything he could to convince her. She never said No but she never said yes either. She ended up going to a different college than Art and Tashi and since Patrick didn’t go to college he never saw her. It wouldn’t be until Patrick and Art were in the challengers that he would see her again. Tashi invited her as a surprise. Sure Art and Patrick were facing one another but they were still friends.
And Tashi knew how bad Patrick wanted her. Y/N was still super hot and even more mature now that 10 years have gone by. Y/N walked through the doors of the hotel that Tashi sent her. It was a nice one, a very nice one. She looked around and saw Tashi by the elevator. She gasped and waved as Tashi waved back just as excited. Y/N ran over to her and gave her a big hug, “Oh I missed you.” “I missed you too.” After their little moment they got in the elevator. “So how’s everything been?” Tashi asked. Y/N smiled and looked at her, “Pretty good.” “Have a boyfriend?” Y/N laughed at the question and shook her head No.
Tashi thought that was perfect especially for Patrick. As the exited the elevator to her room Y/N asked her, “So does he still talk about me?” Referring to Patrick. Tashi smiled, “Here and there. I’m sure he’ll be happy to see you.” Y/N smiled at the thought. She kinda missed all his horrible ways of trying to sleep with her. “They are currently practicing. Settle in some and we will go down there.” Tashi said.
They walked to the court were the two boys or now men practiced. Y/N smiled as Art came into view. He still looked the same, just shorter hair and more muscle. She then saw Patrick and dear god she couldn’t believe it. He had facial hair now and damn did he look good. Tashi and Y/N stood by the seats watching them. They hadn’t noticed that they were watching them until Tashi cheered, “Go Art!” “Go Patrick!” Y/N yelled and Patrick looked over at her and froze. “Y/N?” He whispered in shock. Y/N waved at him, he totally missed the ball and Art would have gotten the point. Art looked over and smiled at Y/N.
They both walked over to the ladies, “What are you doing here?” He asked, so happy to see her. “I came to watch you guys play.” He smiled at her words. “You two should catch up, Art and I are going to go.” Tashi said, dragging Art away. That was her plan the entire time. Get them alone and see where it goes. “So you wanna go over to the bar and catch up?” He asked. She nodded and smiled.
“So this is what you’ve been up to all these years?” She asked, he nodded. “Yup. Just Tennis.” “Sounds awesome. Art and you against each other? That’s going to be crazy.” She said, “ Yeah but you’ll be rooting for me.” He joked. She laughed and sat her drink down. “Maybe. How would your girlfriend feel about that?” He chuckled, “I don’t have a girlfriend.” Her jaw dropped. “What?” He asked, she shook her head. “You look like that and you don’t have a girlfriend?” “Look like what?” “Hot.” She motioned to him.
“You look hot.” God his younger self would be freaking out right now. Who was he kidding? He was freaking out now. “You think I'm hot?” He asked, scooting closer to her. “You’ve always been hot.” She said, looking at him. “Then how come you never slept with me?” He asked. She shrugged, “You just didn't have game.” She laughed. “What if I have game now?” She picked up her drink and took a sip of it without breaking eye contact. “You still want me? After all these years?” She asked. “Are you kidding me? Of course I do. A change of heart was never in my plans.” She turned to him, “Then I guess I’d have to sleep with you Patrick.” She said softly.
He walked her back to her hotel room that Tashi gladly paid for. She turned towards the man and smiled, “This is me.” She said and he chuckled. He turned towards her, “Just like old times, eh?” She laughed and shook her head. He always used to walk her to her room and then try to sleep with her as if he wasn’t already on the way to the room. “Pretty much.” He looked down and Y/N’s face dropped.
He hadn’t tried to sleep with her yet and it bugged her. She actually would right now. “Patrick.” She whispered. He looked up at her. “Come inside.” She told him. As soon as she got the door open he picked her up and turned her around, making her gasp. He pinned her up against the door. She stared at him wide eyed as he stared back. Her breathing started to pick up, her heart started beating. He leaned in slowly causing her eyes to wander towards his lips until they touched hers.
She kissed back and it felt amazing. Her hands wrapped themselves around his head and laced through his hair. He deepened the kiss, pushing her more against the door. Their lips moved against each other until the air ran out of their lungs. But even then when he pulled away her lips followed wanting more of the kiss. “Patrick, please.” She whispered. He smirked, happy that he finally had her right where he wanted. Her legs wrapped around his waist pulling him closer to her. He chuckled and kissed her again.
He moved her away from the door and on the bed. They broke apart from the kiss again, this time to remove clothes. It was like they couldn’t get their clothes off fast enough. He pushed her down on the bed once they were bare. She fell back and looked up at him. He smirked as he ran his fingers up her legs to her thighs. Her breathing picked up as he neared her pussy. He decided to tease her and not touch her where she wants, no needs him. “Patrick, don't tease me.” She whined. “Oh I can’t tease you but you’ve been teasing me for the past 10 years?” He asked with a fake pout. She huffed out as he smirked.
That damn smirk, it was so sexy and perfect. He finally dragged a finger up her slit, causing her to moan. “Oh that sound was perfect.” He said and did it again. She moaned again. He decided that he wanted to hear more of her moans so he stopped teasing her and began rubbing her clit. The sweet moans fell from her lips as he toyed with her. Her hips lifting up trying to get more of his touch. He chuckled as he watched her do so. He got on his knees and decided he wanted to taste her. She felt his breath on her pussy making her lean up on her elbows to see what he was doing. He gave her his famous smirk before he gave her slit a big lick.
She gasped at the feeling of his tongue on her and that encouraged him to continue. Her hands laced through his hair as he ate her out. He was really good at it but he’s been with so many women so that didn’t surprise her. He felt like he had died and gone to heaven. This was his dream and it was coming true. “You taste so fucking good. Better than anything i’ve ever had.” He groaned. Her whines and moans got louder as the vibrations of his words went to her core. “Patrick.” She moaned loudly. He loved the sound of her voice especially with his name falling from her lips. When she came, it was a lot and all over his face. He lapped it up like a puppy dog.
She had to push his face away from how sensitive she was getting. Once she calmed herself from her orgasm she opened her eyes to see the man with a smirk and his face wet from her juices. She leaned up to his face and kissed him, moaning at the taste on his lips. His beard was wet with her but he didn’t mind one bit. Without breaking the kiss he crawled over her and hooked one of her legs over his hip. She gasped against his lips as she felt his dick run up against her clit. “I want you to beg for me to be inside of you like all those years I begged to be inside of you.” He said against her lips before moving down to her neck. She moaned lightly as he sucked on her. Her breathing is still not steady from her orgasm.
“Patrick please I want you inside of me.” She said, he hummed against her and pulled away. “I said beg not tell me.” He told her. She whined at the need for him to be inside of her. “Please Patrick, I want your big dick inside of me.” She begged, looking up at him with pleading eyes. “You can do better than that. Even I did.” She wanted to roll her eyes but held that back to beg him once again. Once again it just didn’t work causing him to laugh. Of course he wanted to be inside of her but he wanted her to want him just as much as he wanted her. “Patrick I want you inside of me so bad. I need it. I’ve always needed it ever since I've met you. Patrick please.” She whined. “Perfect.” He said before pushing inside of her. She moaned loudly. He was big, bigger than any other guy she’s been with. He cupped her face, “You feel fucking amazing baby. I’m right where I belong.” He tells her as he starts thrusting.
His words and praises made her wetter. So wet that you could hear it. He closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the feeling of this moment. That was a mistake because the second he closed his eyes she flipped them over and now she was on top riding him. He let out a moan as he saw her tits bouncing. “So you wanted me to beg just for you to fuck me like that?” She asked. “I wanted you to fuck me Patrick, fuck me like you’ve waited 10 years for this pussy.” She said. “I have.” He groaned out. Her on top actually made this a lot better for him. He leaned up and shoved his face in her tits and she rode him.
Both of them making their own noises of pleasure. The feeling of his beard on her nipple tickled but she loved it. Her hands moved to his head to hold him there. She threw her head back and enjoyed the moment. It wasn’t that much time before she was clenching around him like crazy. He pulled away from her tits to look at her face. She opened her eyes to look at him. “Are you close?” He asked through a groan. She nodded and whined. “Yes.” “I want to watch you fall apart.” He told her. She whined at his words and her breathing picked up. She was so close to the edge.
He leaned back and laid down as he watched her fall apart. Her jaw dropped and she cried out cries of his name as he felt her drench his cock. Her eyes rolled back and her hips stuttered. She looked so fucked out and so beautiful. “Fuck.” He breathed out. She was still riding him, helping him reach his orgasm. He wasn’t a noisy guy during sex but she was making it hard. “Why are you holding back? You sound hot Patrick.” She told him, running her fingers down his chest. He started twitching inside of her. “Give it to me Patrick. Let go for me.” She said and he did what she told him to. He whined her name as he came inside of her.
She let him ride out his orgasm before she collapsed next to him. Both of them panting and sweating. He chuckled and looked over at her, “What’s so funny?” She asked. “I just fucked my dream girl.” “Well she fucked you.” Y/N pointed out. “Either way.” She turned towards him and smiled. “So now that you’ve fucked your dream girl, what’s next?” He pulled her closer, “I plan to wife her up.” He said and she smiled. “Your dream girl could get down with that.” She said to him with a laugh. He leaned in and kissed her, remembering to thank Tashi later for this experience.
#challengers movie#challengers 2024#patrick zweig#patrick zweig x reader#patrick zweig smut#patrick zweig imagine#patrick zweig x you#tashi duncan#art donaldson#mike faist#josh o'connor#zendaya
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Telling Toji you want a baby
Hello beautiful people! I wanted to post this yesterday, but I was busy celebrating mothers day myself! Happy belated mothers day to all the sexy moms out there!
Warnings: mentions or pregnancy, fluff, sought angst, mentions of mama fushiguro, creampie, overstimulation,
Word count: 1690
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You and Toji are on your way back from visiting your sister and her family. She just recently had her third baby and you decided to stay and help her around the house.
During your visit, you couldn’t help but develop a bit of baby fever being around her children. Those cute chubby cheeks and the random babbling was enough to convince you to make one yourself.
You and Toji have talked about starting a family of your own in the past but decided you wanted to wait until his son, Megumi, was older.
You’re pulled out of your deep thoughts when you hear car doors closing outside, indicating that your husband and son are home. You greet them at the door and Megumi runs into your arms.
“How was school munchkin?” You ask, picking the small boy up and resting him on your hip.
“It was good, I missed you today.” He rests his head on your shoulder and you rub his back soothingly.
Your baby fever is getting stronger by the damn second and your husband standing in the kitchen watching you two isn’t helping one bit.
“I miss you too gumi, you want a snack?” He shakes his head and closes his eyes instead.
“He had a long day of playing so I’m sure he’s tired.” Your husband says, walking around the island in the kitchen to plant a kiss on your forehead.
“I can tell, I’ll go and lay him down.” You hold Megumi close as you make your way to his room.
You smile at the sound of his light snore and loosened grip on your shirt. You lay him down slowly and plant a kiss on his forehead.
“Love you, mom.” He mumbles sleepily and your eyes widen.
Megumi has never called you mom before, he’s only ever called you by your first name. You and Toji agreed that you would let Megumi decide what you were to him, and it’s clear he has.
You press a kiss to his forehead and close your eyes as you feel tears build up.
“I love you too.” You whisper back and step out of his room.
You quickly wipe your tears and clear your throat as you walk into your and your husband's shared bedroom.
To your surprise Toji is already in there, his headset is thrown over his ears and he’s lounging back in his chair.
“Hey cutie pie, why the long face? Did another animal die in a book or something?” He teases, and you roll your eyes.
You force yourself into his lap and wrap your arms around his neck. He looks at you in pure confusion and sets his controller and headset aside.
“Megumi called me mom.” You mumble against his shoulder silently.
Toji freezes in his chair and isn’t exactly quite sure how to react. You both have talked about his wife in the past, but you try not to since you know it’s a bit of a tough subject.
“I’m sorry this is out of nowhere, I just felt like you should know.” He wraps his arms around you tightly and you relax in his embrace.
“Don’t apologize, he’s right you are his mom. You’ve been here since he was one. You’re all he knows.” He rubs your back and rests his forehead against yours.
“I wanted to talk to you about that. So you know how my sister and her husband just had a baby?” You ask, you nervously play with the collar of his shirt.
“Yeah I’m aware, your mother wouldn’t stop asking when we were gonna have our own, why?” He raises an eyebrow and you simply smile at him.
“Oh my god are you pregnant!?” He sits up quickly and you almost fall from his lap.
“Jesus Christ Toji, no I’m not, but I’m hoping I soon will be.” You quickly throw in the last part and await his response.
“You’re serious right now? You want a baby?” He asks looking into your eyes for any signs of doubt.
You nod confidently and straddle his legs while he sits back. You rub your hands up and down his arms and chest slowly.
“Don’t you wanna make a baby with me, Toji?” You seductively ask, lips kissing up his neck gently.
He smirks at your antics and grabs a handful of your ass in his large hands.
“If you’re serious about this then so am I, I’m never gonna say no to coming inside your sweet pussy”
That’s the last thing you remember before you end up bent over the mattress with your face stuffed in the sheets.
You don’t wanna wake up poor Megumi down the hall, but it’s getting harder not to scream with the pounding your poor cunt is receiving.
“Be quiet mama, I see I’ve got to teach you some things. Can’t be waking up the new baby with your screamin’.” He teases, and his rough hand rubs up your back.
He grabs the back of your neck and pulls you so your back is flush against his chest. The new angle has your eyes rolling back and your head resting weakly on his shoulder.
“T-Toji, f-feels good!” You whine as his thick bulbous tip abuses your sweet spot.
“Of course it does baby, you can’t stop coming and crying on my cock.” He smirks and holds onto your hips with both hands as he picks up his thrusting.
Your walls tighten around his thick shaft and your orgasm courses through your entire body. Toji wraps an arm around your waist as you convulse on top of him, he uses his other hand to rub quick circles on your swollen nub.
“Fuck! Fuck! Daddy, t-too much” You gasp as another orgasm builds up quickly, your lower belly warming up slightly.
“You can take it, Daddy’s so close princess. I want you to take all of me, can you do that baby?” He grunts out in pleasure, and the feeling of your sopping pussy begins to catch up to him.
His hips start to lose their rhythm but never their force, you nod your head in response to his question.
The hand gripping your waist slaps over your mouth and you scream into it as another climax approaches.
This one wetting the man and bed below you, tears begin to stream down your face and your body goes limp.
Toji replaces his hand with his lips and thrust up into you and few more times before pumping his warm cum into you.
You whimper against his lip with each twitch of his veiny cock, his large fingers finally give your clit a break.
He pulls away from the kiss and rubs his hand over your belly. You open your eyes and look up at him, the need for sleep is very clear on your face.
“You’re going to make an amazing mother.” He plants one last kiss on your forehead before he maneuvers you both to lay on your side.
You smile at the compliment and attempt to sit up so you can go and take a shower.
“Baby, we’re done now. I need to clean up and take a shower.” You look back at him and he raises an eyebrow in confusion.
“Oh no baby, we’re not finished. I was just giving you a break. We need to make sure you get pregnant, don’t we?”
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“Happy Mother’s Day mama!” You hear from above you.
You open your tired eyes and are met with your son and husband standing over you with gifts and breakfast.
“Oh my goodness, thank you guys!” You sit up as quickly as your large belly will allow and rub the sleep from your eyes.
You pull Megumi into your lap with the help of Toji and plant a sweet kiss on his cheek. Toji sets the food next to you as he sits down and you kiss him as well.
“Daddy told me to tell you that he cooked.” Your son gives you a bright smile as he tells you the surprise and you hold in a laugh.
You can hear the older man suck on his teeth and can only assume an eye roll came after it.
“Well, I can’t wait to try the food Daddy cooked. I’m sure it’s delicious.” You reassure Toji and he gives you a small smile.
You hum in satisfaction at the taste of the food and also end up feeding your two boys in the process.
“When will my brother get here?” Megumi asks, well you assume that’s what he asked because his mouth is full of eggs.
“Well, baby the doctors said any day now, it’s up to him.” You wipe his face with a napkin and he giggles at the feeling.
“You can come out now, It’s okay!” Megumi lays on the bed and pokes at your stomach as he talks to it.
“Alright boy that’s enough, stop poking your brother.” Toji feeds him another piece of bacon and the little boy jumps off the bed quickly.
You laugh and shake your head while Toji just sighs.
“I don’t know where he gets that from.” He mumbles, stuffing eggs in his mouth now.
“Yeah, I have no clue either.” You say as you stare at the adult version of your son.
“How are you feeling? He doesn’t seem to have much space in there.” He looks down at your belly and tries to massage away any soreness.
“I’m doing alright, he’s ready to come out now. I haven’t had any more contractions within the last hour so I think I’m good.” You continue to eat more food and Toji just stares at you.
“Have you been having contractions and didn’t tell me?” He gently turns your face toward him and you nod your head.
“I woke up and you guys were gone so I laid back down, it’s not like my water broke or anything.” You shrug your shoulders only to realize that you may have spoken too soon as your bed dampens under you.
Toji’s eyes widen in pure shock and you smile nervously at him in return.
“Oops?”
Ari
#jjk x reader#jjk scenarios#jjk x black reader#jjk smut#jjk x y/n#jjk imagines#jjk x you#toji x black reader#toji x you#toji smut#toji x reader#toji fushigro x reader
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Jealous, Much?
Nat doesn’t appreciate the way Misty looks at her girlfriend. The only problem? Nat hasn’t exactly called you her girlfriend yet.
fem!reader (she/her pronouns used and reader is referred to as a girl), reader is a team assistant like misty, nat is mean to misty because she’s jealous lol
Nat stood on the field, dribbling the ball absentmindedly between her feet. Surprisingly, she was the first to arrive, although it wasn’t much of a surprise to her. She had been doing this for about a week, albeit with ulterior motives. Simply put, she wanted to spend time with you before the rest of the team got there, and she actually had to play. If that meant she had to show up to practice early and, in general, so be it.
However, you were too busy with Misty setting up a water cooler and warm-up equipment for the team. Nat saw Misty say something, causing you to laugh. Misty beamed up at you while Nat gritted her teeth. It probably wasn’t even funny, she thought, but she’s too nice not to laugh.
“What’s up with you?”
Nat startled, snapping her neck in the direction of the voice. Oh. It was Jackie. Of course, the team captain would be there early. Shauna must’ve driven them there.
“Nothin’, just thinking,” Nat said with a roll of her eyes. She wasn’t in the mood for Jackie’s snooping right now. The brunette raised an eyebrow at this before following Nat’s gaze over to the two girls, now joined by Shauna. She sighed before speaking again.
“I know you’re at least nice to one of them, but you should lighten up on Misty! She’s not…that bad.”
Panic surged in Nat’s stomach before she realized what Jackie meant. She wasn’t accusing Nat of liking you; she was accusing her of finding Misty annoying.
“Whatever,” she mumbled, passing the ball to Jackie, whose brow furrowed in concern at the blonde's lack of bite in her words.
The rest of the team arrived at the soccer field one by one. They performed their usual warm-ups before playing a practice game. The entire time, however, Nat was distracted. She wasn’t performing well, and everyone could tell something was wrong. Hopefully, they didn’t notice that she faltered every time Misty grabbed a hold of your arm or brushed hands with you.
Eventually, Coach Scott pulled her aside and asked if she was alright. She hated how he looked at her and the way they all looked at her. She hated feeling weak.
After a few more easy shots were missed, her coaches and teammates suggested she take a breather. It was annoying. What was even more annoying, though, was the way Misty looked at you—so full of love and adoration. It made Nat sick to her stomach.
“God, Misty, can you keep it in your pants? Some of us are trying to focus here!”
Misty’s face flushed a bright red. Nat huffed at the confused looks before storming off in the direction of the locker room.
She stomped inside, slamming her locker open and pulling her jersey over her head. She began changing into her regular clothes but paused when she heard a familiar voice.
“What the hell was that?”
It was you. Of-fucking-course.
“Why do you even care?” she seethed, refusing to look in your direction. She resumed changing and angrily threw her uniform into the locker.
“Because you confused the hell out of everyone? And because you almost made Misty cry? And because you won’t even look at me?”
Part of her was happy to know she had almost made Misty cry, but the other part swirled hatefully in her gut at the concerned tone of your voice when recounting the event. She hated it. Hated how nice you were to Misty.
There was an awkward pause as Nat gathered her things until, eventually, you spoke again.
“Nat, come on. Talk to me?”
Nat hated you. She hated your stupidly affectionate, concerned voice and how well it worked on her.
“She was clearly flirting with you!”
“…what?”
“What,” she starts, “Were you just going to let her feel you up like that?”
You stared at Nat, utterly confused, before it clicked.
“Oh my god. Are you fucking jealous, Scatorccio?”
Nat’s nostrils flared, and her cheeks flushed. She quickly walked towards you, trapping you in the corner of the room. She glared, opening her mouth to speak, but you promptly cut her off.
“You have no right to be acting like this, you asshole! You don’t even want me!”
…what?
She must’ve verbalized her confusion as you seemingly grew angrier.
“You kiss me at Jackie’s party, then you avoid me for a week. You flirt with me early before everyone gets here, then act like I don’t exist. You’ve made it abundantly clear that you don’t like me like that, but now, you’re acting like I’m taken?”
Nat freezes. She glowers up at you, her lip trembling. You stare back, visibly upset. Then, she pulls on your jacket, smashing her lips against your own. You let out a muffled noise of surprise before kissing back, wrapping your arms around Nat’s neck while Nat’s hands land on your hips.
Eventually, you two pull away, breathless. Nat speaks first.
“You’re mine, okay?”
You raise an eyebrow.
“That’s a terrible way to ask me to be your girlfriend.”
Nat stiffens. She’s…new to this. She’s never really labeled a relationship like this with a girl. But, judging by how it makes her heart flutter, she wouldn’t mind calling you her girlfriend.
“S-sorry,” you stutter, “I didn’t- I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, or, like-“
“Shut up and kiss me.”
#yellowjackets x reader#natalie scatorccio x reader#nat scatorccio x reader#rosie’s writing 🐝#this is one of my first times posting my writing so please be nice#:’D
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Jude with a mechanical engineering student, and she's working on f1 and is a good friend of the drivers and jude gets jealous and hard launches at a race? She works for redbull and is friends with the real Madrid guys, ty, God bless
jude is aware of how much attention he gets, no matter where he goes or whom he talks to. so many people shy away from talking to him due to all the eyes that were on him, yet he tries to stay positive and look at the bright side of the picture. as a rising star, it can be hard to meet someone that would willingly hide their relationship from the world, though when he got to know you, he felt like his prayers have had finally been answered.
it was the miami grand prix he had been invited to, ferrari have shown their interest about his appearance multiple times and when his other friends finally had the time to come along, he immediately went to the race and enjoyed his time there.
it was also the place where he met the cute engineering student that was walking out of the rivals garage, cute cap with the official team shirt on, baggy pants and a book in hand. he sneaked away from the group and followed you to the water fountain in the middle of the two garages, desperately trying to look cool yet uninterested.
so when you two fall into a conversation [slight argument] about the team and who would win the race, jude knew that he had to keep in touch with you, exactly what he did.
now, two years later, the two of you have been in a private and secret relationship, something both of you enjoyed at the beginning. the relationship blossomed quietly, only his most trusted friends knew about it, same with you. having an intelligent partner who works for one of the best sports team ever is something that jude is incredibly proud [and turned on] of, it’s like a match made in heaven. no one could disturb your little bubble of happiness and peace, and you would like to keep it that way as long as you can.
but these days, jude really wants to post about his relationship, just to mark his territory. just to let all of those sneaky, weird, [and attractive, fuck] drivers know that their ‘friend’ slash engineer was off the market.
especially now, when all you talk about is the garage and the people you work with.
“well, and then i told max to-“
you immediately stop talking when you hear jude let out an annoyed sigh, eyes wide as you look at your boyfriend.
the atmosphere around you is quite comfortable, you’d say, or at least it is to you. it has been quite some since you were able to sit down and have a nice, home cooked meal together. normally your schedules clash during the week, and weekends were spent outside the house, exploring new places and trying new things.
and normally, jude would love to hear you talk about your week, about the new stuff you learned that he definitely did not understand, but the sparkle inside your eyes made it all worth it. he didn’t know why he is so annoyed about you talking about the person you literally work with, more likely work for, but just hearing the name drop from your lips makes him want to go and shoot a ball at all of their heads.
“uh, you okay, my love?” your concern for him makes jude melt, and he wishes that he could just ignore this negative feeling growing inside of him, yet he simply can’t.
he shrugs, corners if his lips turning slightly down, “don’t know, why don’t you ask your little friend max. that’s what you always do, right?”
he knew that this was the moment he royally fucked up, no turning back now.
when you frown and look at him with those confused eyes, jude gets even more worked up than he should.
as if you don’t know what he is talking about.
“i beg your pardon, jude?”
you called him ‘jude’, meaning you were also getting worked up about the situation, well, his behavior.
he scoffs again, getting up from the table to put his empty plate away.
it was delicious, he would say, but right now he just wants to be pissed about this whole situation [that he started].
you copy his movements, actually quite sad that your usual chat time after eating is interrupted by this petty argument.
“hey, ‘m talkin’ to you.” your confusion does not seem to go away, no matter how you try to look at the situation. jude simply takes your plate from your hands and places it inside the dishwasher, before he dries his hands to continue the conversation [discussion].
“all ‘m sayin’ is that you love to be seen with your little racer buddies instead of with me.” he moves out of the kitchen back to the dining table to pick up the other dishes and the drinks.
“what the fuck?” is all you can say about his statement as you take the drinks from his hands to put them into the fridge, “what do you mean i ‘love to be seen’ with them? i work with those people and actually get along with them, just like you do with your teammates.”
the tension [not the hot one] between you rises by the second and jude is once again walking around the apartment, “that’s not the same.”
“the fuck you mean it’s not the same? it literally is?”
a few minutes ago jude would have [maybe, probably not] admitted that he might have gone too far with what he had said to you, but now seeing you getting so offensive about something that bothers him, he no longer feels like he should back off. instead he wants to win this, he wants you to understand that he is right and that you being seen with others could be, no it is, disrespectful to your relationship.
“you are my girlfriend, why would you want to be seen with other guys?!” raising his voice was something he rarely did whenever you guys argued. he preferred to keep calm in order to avoid hurting you in any way. but right now, his voice was getting louder with each argument he made, heating up the whole conversation even more.
you genuinely did not understand why he would come up with this argument all of a sudden, it is not the first time that you are seen at max’ side at races or maybe even next to others. you had a healthy relationship with most drivers and pleasant conversations with them in between races and breaks. everyone knew that you are the intern who will soon work for the redbull racing team, and jude actually was the one to be the proudest of you. it is literally how and where you guys met.
“the reason why i am seen with them is because, one; i work with them. we have to talk a lot because of the development of the car and i still have to learn a lot from the other engineers. two, i get along with them, you know, like normal co workers do, because, fuck, why not? you know all of this.” you feel your throat straining with how much and how loud you are talking, but the rage inside of you somehow numbs the pain.
“so people thinking that you are dating one of them also comes with the job, yeah?”
jude now stands tall in front if you, nostrils flared and eyes wide. he isn’t mad at you entirely, he knows it, but more like at the situation and the people that dare to pair you with someone that is not him.
but you cannot know that he isn’t mad at you, because in your eyes it seems like he is blaming you for the stuff the media puts into the news. your heart beats faster than ever and this whole situation makes your head spin.
“i don’t control what the media says? like, it’s not in my hands? to them i am a single woman who is successfully working for a motorsport team, rumors are bound to happen?”
“well, there is always some truth behind rumors, right?”
something inside you snapped, “what about you, huh?!”
jude almost flinched when you suddenly raised your voice at him, a sight he has never seen before.
“you also get paired up with a new woman every fucking day, jude. do you see me complain about it? no! because i trust you.” right now, you really wished to cry. was it that hard to understand?
the comfortable atmosphere from a few minutes ago vanished entirely, coldness and a bitter feeling on your tongue seem to have replaced it. during the two years you and jude havr spent together, you never had such an argument to this extent.
“but i am never pictured next to those people! i never even talked to them ever in my life!”
suddenly still, your eyes widened, mouth dry as you speak up, “are you accusing me of cheating on you?”
silent.
jude looks at you with his mouth open, feeling like a deer caught in headlights.
“no, never…” the stark contrast between your voices now compared to just a second ago is almost cinematic, as if you had practiced this scene multiple times already. silently looking at one another, eyes dancing around the others faces in order to understand what just had happened.
“do you also think that way when i talk to aurelien and eduardo?” your voice breaks as you speak up, a defeated feeling replaces the rage inside, “do you actually think like this of me?”
judes shoulders sack down as he listens to you speak, this is absolutely not something he ever thought of, nor would he ever dare to accuse you of such thing.
he wants to speak up, yet you quickly cut him off, “just for your information, to the media and the rest to the world, we both are single individuals who don’t even know each other. and all the guys on the grid know that i am a taken person, they would never do such thing.”
you scoff as you shake your head, turning around to go to the front door.
jude panics as he watches your fast steps, immediately following you, “what- uh, where are you going?”
you quickly put on your shoes and put your bag on your shoulders, not in the mood to continue any of this, “wanna go home.”
“but this is home-“
your head snaps to his direction, eyes cold, “apparently not. at least not now.”
jude closes his hand around your wirst, not wanting you to go away when the situation between you is so heated.
“let’s find a solution, babe, c’mon.” he begs, voice husky and desperate. he did not know that it would escalate like this, but now he regrets to even bring up this topic.
you sigh, all of this arguing took a toll on you and now you want to do nothing more but lay in your bed and not to think of anything anymore.
inhaling deeply, you look at jude, his big brown eyes never left yours anyway, and he truly does look like he wants to fix this, which you do too.
“listen,” you begin, taking one last deep breath, “you cannot accuse me of such thing and then expect me to do nothing about it-“
“i don’t want you to do anything, just, let’s stop arguing.”
scoffing, you tighten the grip on your bag, “you started all if this because apparently, you do not trust me, jude.”
“it’s babe-“
“it’s jude right now, don’t test me.” you threaten him, not in the mood for his little jokes.
shaking your head, an almost mocking laugh leaves your lips, “we decided to keep our relationship a secret. you, by the way, wanted to do it this way the most. i would have launched our relationship ages ago, because i trust you and i trust our bond. y’know, communicating and stuff.”
judes voice cracks slightly as he speaks up, deep sigh leaving his body as he tries to hold your hand, a sign that he is getting desperate, “i trust you, too, babe. ‘t’s just- i don’t know, like, rumors and shit and i don’t want you to have reporters on your neck at all times, y’know.”
you frown at his words, “but that does not explain why you literally sprung at me for mentioning max, or the others. when we first started dating, i already knew what would come along with being with you, and i would take it all, jude, everything.”
jude smiles at your words, now looking down at your hands, so you continue, “all those annoying rumors about me, people following me and what not, i genuinely will take it all, because i love you. not max, not lando nor charles or whomever you’re jealous of.”
“i ain’t jealous.” he rolls his eyes, slowly stepping closer to you.
“don’t lie to me, belli.” you smirk at him.
jude chuckles, his thumb dancing across your knuckles help you to be at ease.
“soo.”
“sooo?” you look at him confused, waiting for him to continue.
“do we just post a picture together? or like, do a sex tap-“
“shut it.” you pinch his waist, chuckling as he squirms away from your touch, “we will do a, hm, maybe a soft launch? yeah, something like that.”
jude groans, throwing his head back, “that takes way too long.”
“well,” you shrug, “ that’s what you get for literally yelling at me for doing my job.”
“and i’m sorry, love.” judes hand now caresses your cheek softly, head tilted down as his bog brown eyes apologetically look at yours, “next time, i will calmly ask you about something that bothers me, okay?”
“okay.” you smile at him, leaning into his touch.
“you have a race this weekend, no?”
“yeah, in belgium this time, why?”
“just because.”
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“still trouble in paradise?” you hear landos [annoying] kind voice from behind you, making you draw your eyebrows together.
turning around, you tilt your head in question, “wait, how do you know?”
lando innocently smiles at you, shrugging his shoulders, “max and i are somewhat besties, y’know.”
“max.” you grumble, already planning on how to get your revenge from him.
“so? everything okay now?” lando questions again, this time in a slightly more serious manner than before.
“it’s always okay between us, just rocky at times.” you tell him, not stopping yourself from smiling when you think of your boyfriend.
lando nods his head at something behind you, “seems like goal-machine over there still wants to rip off my head, though.”
“goal-machine-?” you turn around and are immediately met with the sight of jude leaning against some tires in the garage.
he looks good, you must admit. sunglasses on too of his nose, oversized shirt with the first few buttons undone, night dress pants and matching shoes, a real snack.
a snack that should not be here, or well, a snack you did not know that would be here. so, you bid your goodbyes to lando and walk closer to jude, coming to halt a fee steps in front of him.
“eh, hi?” you greet him, confused but happy.
he smiles down at you, taking off his glasses to get a better look at you, “hey there, sexy lady.”
you scoff, rolling your eyes as you cross your arms in front of your chest, ���not now, i am working, y’know.”
“chatting it up with little lad over there is quite some work, huh?” jude points at lando with his head, who still, you don’t know why, is standing inside the redbull garage, subtly [nit really] glancing at your direction every now and then.
“lando just likes to annoy me, nothing more.” you explain, smiling as you watch jude stand up straight.
“well, let’s annoy him back.” he smirks down at you.
“how-“
jude cuts you off by placing his soft lips on top of yours as his muscular arm sneaks around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. at first you feel like resisting, but the more he deepened the kiss, the more you could not get enough of it. tilting your head to gain better control, you feel up his chest before you place your hands at the back of his next, enjoying this public display of affection more than ever. maybe because it is the first time you’ve ever done something like this in a place like the garage-
you immediately push jude away, eyes wide open, “jude! there are cameras everywhere!”
he just smiles down at you, that little tease, before taking your hand into his, “you wanted to go public anyway.”
“i wanted a soft launch, though! i always wanted to soft launch a relationship.” you whine, moving closer to out your forehead against his chest in defeat.
“you can still soft launch it, love.”
you shake your head, still against his chest while you feel his hand move up and down your back, “no, let me grieve in peace, please.”
“love you too, babe.”
“shut it, you ruined my dreams.”
“you’re welcome.”
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enjoy 🥰
#jude bellingham#jude bellingham x reader#football x reader#football one shot#x reader#jude bellingham imagine#jude bellingham one shot#jude bellingham x you#football#jude bellingham fluff
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God, I cannot stand it when people get on their high horse about folks being upset that adaptations defer greatly from their source material. "It's two different canons! You should be happy with what you get! If you're not happy, then go read the book!"
How about no? I saw all of this in the Shadow and Bone fandom, and season 2 suffered from it's great deference from the books and shoving huge arcs from the source material into little 10 second scenes to try and cover everything at once.
Being upset that a character like Rhaenyra is made out to be a goody-two-shoes when she was fucking nuts in the source material is not being a "book purist". It only erases what the story was actually about and takes these characters that are pretty much show inventions and slapping book names on them.
Being upset that Alicent is written as a giant waffler and tying her to Rhaenyra when she should fucking hate her is not being a "book purist". It's called respecting what her arc should be, not this lazy crap that the show is pedaling.
Being upset that Nettles has been cut and her arc combined with Rhaena and likely Addam is not being a "book purist". It's called being upset that the show is writing black people as being interchangable and reducing them down to dust. It also erases the back half of Daemon's story in the war, reduces him to an anime villain when they take all of the rotten choices Rhaenyra made and give them to him.
Fire and Blood wasn't a well written book, but it had a good baseline. But if the HOTD writers cannot even stick with that, then what's the point of calling it an adaptation? Look at how much GOT suffered when they started deferring from the books in seasons 5-6? But course, the show made money, it made GRRM money, so yeah, he's not gonna be upset about it. Of course he's still gonna allow people to adapt his work. That's not the issue here.
Folks are allowed to be upset. Let them be.
#hotd#alicent hightower#Rhaenyra targaryen#fire and blood#house of the dragon#nettles#Daemon targaryen#game of thrones#asoiaf
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Omg! I need your take on Arthur and y/n trying for a baby and y/n finally gets pregnant!!! This would be so cute!
oh my god, this is so cute :(((
"i really think it's happened this time."
arthur rolls onto his side to look at yn, propping his had up with his elbow and ruffling the sheets beneath him whilst giving the duvet a slight pull as he tried to keep himself covered up, their bodies naked and slightly sticky with sweat. his hair clung to his forehead, his eyes were full of love and hope as they had tried, yet again, to fall pregnant with a baby.
"arthur-"
"i just have that gut feeling. we've been trying to months and i just-"
"exactly, arthur. we've been trying for months. we've been on a tight schedule, for god sake, and nothing has happened. i thought i'd, at least, have had a scare," she sighs heavily and stares at the ceiling, "i don't want to keep getting my hopes up."
"it sounds like you want to give up," he admits and she turns her head to look at him, sadness in her eyes and she chews on her bottom lip to keep it from wobbling and giving away the emotions running wild in her mind, "lovie-"
"i don't want to give up. arthur, i want kids so badly. i want them with you but," she gulps back the thick lump in her throat that seemed to ache and make swallowing difficult, "i don't know. i feel like there may be something wrong. i should be pregnant right now."
he adjusts his weight on the bed and sits himself up, back leaning against the headboard and the pillows squashing in the space behind him, and the duvet falls from his chest and covers him from his hips down and yn can see the upset beginning to pinch at his features. his eyebrows were furrowed on his browline, his eyes were sunken and his lips no longer held that hopeful smile that he once had turning his mouth into a curve.
and she felt guilty.
she knew he was excited - from the moment they'd spoken about it, having seen all their friends going through major milestones and life changes, he was totally and 100% on board with taking the next step in their lives. and she was, too. feeling comfortable and happy with the knowledge that she had someone supportive and caring and so understanding of her that anything that scared her, he would be by her side.
"babe-"
"maybe we're just not doing it at the right time," he wonders softly, "i mean, we're both busy with work right now. we're stressing about so much. it can't be helping."
"i'm just- i honestly thought it was going to be so much easier than how it's actually been for us. people fall pregnant unexpectedly all the time," she follows in his motions and sits up on the bed, except she hugs the duvet to her chest to keep herself covered, "why is it, when we plan for this because we're ready, we get nothing yet other people fall pregnant with no preparation at all?"
"are we thinking too much into it?"
"i just don't want to follow a silly schedule anymore, arthur. i want to have sex with you whenever i want to," she frowns and he feels the tickle in his stomach because, of course, he'd love that too, "i don't want to wait till a certain day of the month or ovulation week."
"then we bin the schedule."
"but-"
"we just need to be patient, don't we? we want it so badly that we just get knocked back when we see a negative test. maybe, we just need to let life take over and stop hoping every time," he suggests and she frowns, her eyes stinging, "we know that we're ready, that we want it to happen, so we get on with life with no schedules and if it happens then it happens."
he wraps an arm around her shoulders and pulls her into his side, her head resting perfectly in the curve where his neck met his shoulder, his cheek pressed against the top of her head. her arms wrap around his waist and he pulls her close, a leg being placed over his as she just wanted to be held.
"i love you, yeah? whatever happens," he whispers, "so much."
"i love you too."
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two lines.
bold and clear as day, bright red and hard to miss, in the tiny screen of the pregnancy test.
she couldn't stop her hands from shaking and she couldn't stop the nerves that bubbled in her gut, she couldn't wipe the shock written across her face as she remembered the night that it had happened, the smile on her lips almost face-splitting.
"so? can i come in?"
arthur's voice comes muffled from the other side of the bathroom door and her hand wraps around the handle, pulling the door open in a haste manner, with the test still gripped in her free hand.
"pregnant."
"no way?"
"two lines," she turns the test to face him and he stands from the bed and walks towards her, his eyes set on the tiny oval screen that gave them the news they'd been hoping and praying for for months, "i'm pregnant, arthur. pregnant."
"from that night?"
"that exact night," she cackles loudly and his cheeks blush a bright pink, "who knew kitchen sex would be the perfect way to become pregnant?"
it was a few nights after they'd decided to scrap their schedule.
a few nights after they came to the conclusion that if it happened, it happened.
he'd put together a small and rather romantic night at home, a little surprise for her to walk through the door and see after she finished work so they could spend some time together without their minds instantly going to how and when they were going to try for a baby, because that was all that occupied their minds.
he had her favourite dinner cooking in the oven, and accompanying veggies cooking on the hob, by the time she walked through the front door. candles lit around the living space, giving off a sunset hue with the additional sunset happening outside and filtering through the window, the dining table set for a dinner for two with the best plates and cutlery lied out. a bottle of her favourite rosé wine chilling in an ice bucket with the fancy wine glasses standing tall beside it.
it was perfect.
neither of them brought up the topic of having a family.
it never even crossed their minds.
they spoke about work; she spoke about the tea and the gossip from her workplace involving the girls she worked alongside, which she knew he would struggle to understand, and he listened to every word she spoke with no interruptions. he spoke about how he and george had been asked to be guest appearances on another sidemen sunday video shoot that he was super excited to be a part of and she couldn't hold back on how proud she was feeling for him.
they spoke about going on a holiday; simply taking a break from the real world and from their busy work schedules and disappearing onto an island off of the coast of mainland greece where they'd be alone, with nothing to distract them, where they had no interruptions and no fans to post their sightings and whereabouts.
she praised him for cooking such a delicious dinner and how she'd enjoyed every bite, for putting such a beautiful night together, for taking her mind off of everything and enjoying the time as just the two of them. because she'd missed him immensely, even though they lived together, and it was nice to be back down to earth.
it was her suggestive comments on her recommendations for what she wanted for dessert - him - that got the ball rolling.
washing up the dishes from dinner together once they'd finished, as he washed all the plates and the knives and the forks whilst she dried and put everything away in the cupboards and drawers, insisting that he was delightful and delicious... he was certain it was the wine that had gone straight to her head but he wasn't turning away from her advances.
"so, you're telling me that we made a baby... on the kitchen counter?"
she feels her cheeks pink up and her face feels hot and he can't help but laugh out loud at the events that had happened to get them to where they were now.
"yes," she murmurs and shakes her head in disbelief, "all it took was a spontaneous night that wasn't planned solely to make babies."
he wraps her up in his arms and she clings to him tightly, hiding her face in the t-shirt hanging down his body, gym shorts showing off his legs and he smelt like sweat from his session with george in the local gym, but she couldn't tear herself away from him once she felt a little nauseated at the scent.
"i'm genuinely in shock," he laughs, pressing a kiss to her head and squeezing her close, "kitchen sex equates to baby. we'll have to remember that for next time."
"shut up," she grumbles and rolls her eyes, "can we just enjoy this news without remembering how it happened?"
"it was great though, wasn't it?" he questions and she pulls away from his body so she could look at him with a frown, "sorry, i'm sorry. i'll just think about it silently."
the silence in the room swallowed them before she looked back up at him, "it was brilliant sex. definitely my favourite to remember."
"just don't mention it to anyone when we have them over for dinner, yeah?" arthur smirks cheekily, "don't need your mum to know i was balls deep in you where she prepares the salads."
"arthur!" xx
#arthurtv#arthurtv fics#arthurtv blurbs#arthurtv headcannons#arthurtv imagines#arthur frederick#arthur frederick blurbs#arthur frederick imagines#arthur frederick fics#arthur frederick headcannons
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[Not] a Prank
Party Animal fic
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"Kiddo!" your mam called from the living room. "C'mere."
"Yeah?" you ran into the room, almost slipping as your sock-clad feet met hardwood.
"So that... thing you asked me to do," your mam grimaced, clearly regretting caving in to your dumb idea. "It's done. It's of-official."
You giggled. "Thanks, mam."
She sighed, putting her head in her hands. "Just... go put your shoes on and get in the car."
You skipped away, a stupid smirk on your face. Your dear Aunt Kimmy was going to be so happy.
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You were on a mission, trying to run to the changing room as fast as you could.
The new signing, Tobin, waved to you as you ran past. "Hey, ki—"
"Don't!" Caitlin panicked, pulling her aside. "You see that cheeky grin?? When that's on her face, you stay away. Far away."
The American looked bewildered. "Well- what if she doesn't have that on her face?"
"She's usually safe to interact with otherwise."
"Wh- and when she has that grin she's not?"
"Pfft, no. There's a reason we call her Dynamite."
"KIMMY!" your yell could be heard from down the hall.
Caitlin gave Tobin a look as they approached. "I told you so."
"Hiiii, Aunt Kimmy," you chirped, trying unsuccessfully to keep a straight face. "How are ye' today?"
The skipper groaned. "What d'ye' want this time?"
"Nothin'," you lied. "I can't talk to my Aunt without wantin' summin'?"
"Last time ye' said 'AuNtIe KiMmY' like that, ye' asked me for a motorbike."
"That was one time!" You waved your hand dismissively as Tobin and Caitlin slipped through the door. "I just wanted to talk to ye'."
Your mam plopped down in front of her cubby with a sigh. "Be ready, Kim. Be ready."
"Why?" your fearless captain suddenly looked very fearful. "What did you do?"
You coughed. "Nothin'!"
Kim exhaled slowly. "Yer' givin' me gray hairs, kid. It's a wonder yer' mam still has a full head of brown hair."
Your mam scoffed. "It's dyed."
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"So kid, what's goin' on?" Katie questioned, your partner in crime passing you the ball.
"I- I changed—" you started giggling. "I—"
Katie snickered. "That good, huh? Might wanna tell the skipper though, she thinks you're planning to kill her or something."
You tried to catch your breath. "I'll te-I'll tell her lat-later. After trainin'."
"Just tell me now," Kim mumbled. "I'd rather die now than live in fear."
You grinned mischievously, tapping the ball to the side as Jonas called for a water break. "You're not gonna die, Aunt Kimmy. You should be excited."
She looked skeptical. "Just tell me what ye' did."
"I changed my middle name."
The midfielder groaned. "To what?"
"Kimothy."
"No ye' didn't!" she choked on her water, drawing the attention of your teammates. "Jen!"
"Yeah?" your mam asked. "What's up?"
"Did yer' daughter change her middle name?"
Your mam shrunk. "Y—yeah."
Kim's eyes widened. "YEE' CHANGED YER' MIDDLE NAME TO KIMOTHY?!"
Your teammates burst out into laughter as you nodded enthusiastically. "Yup!"
"Oh my God," your Aunt's voice was shaky as she gripped Lisa's shoulder. "Wh—why? For wh-"
"It took a whole year of beggin'," you boasted, fist-bumping Jordan. "But I finally convinced Mam."
"But—but—" Kim stuttered. "The media is gonna—"
"They think it's funny," you beamed. "I posted about it already."
"Wha—"
"Kim! Baby Beattie!" Jonas shouted. "You're needed for media. Sky Sports want to discuss something about a middle name."
Kim's mouth was agape. "I think I'm gonna be sick."
#awfc x reader#arsenal women x reader#jen beattie x reader#jen beattie#kim little#caitlin foord#frida maanum#victoria pelova#lotte wubben moy#lia walti#laura wienroither#kim little x reader
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Task force 141 dog hybrid AU?
OKAY HEAR ME OUT-
but what if the task force were dog hybrids 🤔
(I think I ate too much chocolate cake when thinking about this-)
Price would definitely be a bulldog hybrid no doubt-
(GIF belongs to the Bored Dog Show)
Aaaa it would be so cute! He’d have this slight underbite like bulldogs normally do with a tooth or two sticking out. Oh god it would be so derpy! He would always try to hide his ears with his bucket hat or beanie and if you find him in a deep sleep (Which is very rare) his tongue pokes out and yes, he runs in his sleep. He doesn’t like being pet (Or at least he makes you think he doesn’t). He’s completely touch starved but never wants to admit to wanting such affection. The only time you get to pet him is in his sleep and when you do he lets out a low groan and starts kicking in his sleep.
Beagle Gaz YESSS!
GIF by: nala-thebeagle
(Okay so I went to my aunts house and she had two cute beagle puppies! And they were the sweetest Damm thing. One was definitely a cuddler but the other one not as much. The other one liked to be pet sometimes but not always and let out a growl if you pet him too much and I guess it kinda reminds me of Gaz?)
So beagle hybrid Gaz’s tail would definitely wag every time he sees you, but he tries his hardest not to show it. He tends to bury things and ‘save them for later’ only for you to find whatever he buried outside weeks or months later and show it to him. Of course he always blames it on Soap to try and make himself look less like a fool, but you know he did it and yes, he hunts rabbits and brings them to you even though there’s no need for that….but he just looks so happy bringing them to you.
look….I don’t wanna be basic but….Scottish Terrier Soap-
GIF by: animals-in-old-films
Scottish terriers are known for their independence, aggression, loudness, and even playfulness and that checks all the boxes for Soap also the fact that they are short like Soap-
Soap is….very loud to say the least. Whenever someone new comes by or someone he doesn’t like he kinda just starts yelling (Mostly swears) at them in hopes his yelling will scare them off and if he sees you pull up he immediately goes to the door or window and starts yelling out for you awhile the others try to stop him from completely tackling you.
Soap: *Bangs on the window* “Y/n tis me-soap! keek! loook at meeee!-wait how come urr ye traivelin awa'?! come back-“
Blood Hound Ghost
GIF by: Laff
This might be a strange one but I think blood hound hybrid Ghost works. Ghost’s father hunted animals and even tormented Ghost with them. With this in mind I thought a tracker doggo should do the trick. All Ghost needs is to find you once and there’s no where you could hide from him. His smell is impeccable but also very sensitive to certain smells. Yes he has the long floppy bloodhound ears but like Price he tries his dammest to hide them and same with his tail. He hates it when anyone touches or attempts to pet him. He’s a light sleeper so even tiniest change in air movement sets him off. The most affection you ever got from him was a gently brush of his hands against yours, almost wanting to hold your hand before pulling away again. Poor Ghost :(
#cod#cod mw2#call of duty modern warfare#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish#captain john price#gaz x reader#kyle gaz garrick#soap x reader#captain price x reader#task force#task force 141#task force x reader#task force x y/n#hybrid#call of duty
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What do the bishops think of Bell?
Ewen and Narider were the last to have any kids and they only had the one so by the time she was born, the rest of the bishops had kids and expecting grand kids. All except Shamura, who i headcannon as aro/ace so they don't have any partners or children. So growing up she was the last niece and really babied by all of the bishops. lots of pet names like "grub" and "tadpole". By this time the cult had grown enough most of the bishops were heading communes in their old haunts, except Shamura again, who stayed back so they could look after him, and came for visits and spoiled her.
this is spoiler-y but i i'm not sure i'll get enough time to do major Bell comics until i'm done the main plot (which is like in its last 3rd woo) so i'll put this under cut.
Bell is immortal, like her parents. The other bishops took the gold necklaces to extend their and their spouses lives. However, when Bell was just a child, Leshy was the first to decide he was ready to pass on. A while after that, it was Heket, and longer still, Kallamar. She watched them all come and visit her parents, who still resided over death, to discuss their own. So she grew up seeing all of them dying.
The last was Shamura, because they her parents were considering passing the red crown to her one day and they wanted to stay long enough to see her grow into an adult. Since they still lived in the cult with her, they were the closest, so it was difficult. they often told her that she was special for defying all of fates and their attempts to keep her from ever being born, and that they were so happy they failed and she was here. Shamura's was the first passing she stayed and witnessed herself.
After that she took on the red crown and her parents "retired". Narinder was still immortal but the lamb had to take on a necklace too. Eventually they too decided they had lived long enough. They had planned for Aym and Baal to assist them but Bell volunteered and refused to let anyone else see them off. So she saw her own parents off to the afterlife and made sure they went together like they wished.
She now reigns as the god of death with the understanding that life should be fleeting so that it has meaning and will probably, one day, choose another for the crown and pass on herself by choice
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