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She still calls him Dingus, but Robin has recently started to branch out with the nicknames for Steve. Maybe it’s an any-day-could-be-the-end-of-the-world sentimental thing, but he doesn’t mind. He loves it, in fact. Robin calls him “-Ven Diagram” once, calls him Knucklehead, Eyelashes, Bagel Boy. Which is fair.
He calls her Rob, Robbie, Sir Robin. Freckles, Smarty Pants. He calls her Elisabeth (her middle name) when he’s feeling cheeky. He calls her Ro-Bo-Rob over the phone, calling before bed after he’s gotten home from dropping her off, he can’t seem to go fifteen minutes without her. Like she’s his second beating heart. He does his best robot impersonation to make her laugh, her chuckle over the landline the only thing that gets him to sleep these days. He tells her good night, knows she’s twirling the cord as she says “alright, love you Steve. Time for bed, for real this time.”
#stranger things#steve harrington#robin buckley#stobin fic#stobin#stobin drabble#they’re besties who talk all day and night#they’ll pick conversations up like no time has passed#she will always tell him about her dreams#and interpret his dreams for him#he will always have extra mascara in his glove box for her#she brings him oranges to eat on their way to work or school#and will peel them for him as he drives#hold the slices up to his mouth for him#he will always do the orange slice mouth smile thing for her#and she’ll roll her eyes but always laugh#they are everything to me#platonic with a capital p
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request: “how damian would handle learning reader is dating somebody?”
Yandere! Damian Wayne / GN! Reader
> romantic
> tw/cw: possessive thoughts, yandere-typical behaviors
> word count: 741
“So, remember when I told you I thought my chem partner was kind of hot?”
You both are poring over your books on one of Wayne Manor’s many balconies. Damian, on a break, looks up from playing with Alfred the Cat with her favorite fluffy wand. He and Alfred have identical pairs of glassy green eyes, now trained on you. Damian blinks, face impassive.
“... I do–”
“I finally asked him out!” you squeal. You hop out your seat and around in a circle, not caring to feign coolness. You were excited, dammit, and Damian has seen you do much more embarrassing things.
While you celebrate, Damian simply stares. You don’t notice his breaths deepening subtly, as he tries to subdue the burning acid that starts to run through his veins. You had been interested in your chemistry partner for weeks now, and he didn’t think much of it. You’re young. You’ll have crushes. They’ll pass. He’s learned the art of patience by now. Mainly, for the sake of any who catch your eye, and for the sake of his father’s chagrin. Damian Wayne is not above slander or physical harm.
Damian Wayne also has a timeline. He knows when he’ll start to hint at his feelings for you. He knows when he’ll make you his significant other. When he’ll bring you to meet his family, although they are already aware of your place in his life. Damian even knows when he’ll someday propose. He has, quite literally, already planned out your nuptials. Stephanie had him make a moodboard on Pinterest, for goodness sake.
Damian’s benevolent enough to let you choose the date… as long as it’s within a year of his proposal. He’s been so benevolent, and yet here you were, squealing over a date with some frivolous boy.
Taking Damian’s silence as him being stunned, you continue waxing at length about your date. He admires the naive abandon at which you describe the events – one of your charming qualities. However, in his mind, Damian pokes holes in every sentence.
You met the boy there? Meaning, he didn’t pick you up? Embarrassing.
He didn’t pull out your chair for you once you both reached the table? Insulting.
You tripped on a stair, and the boy simply helped you up? Infuriating. If it were him, Damian would’ve picked you up and carried you to your next destination.
“You can’t be serious,” Damian snaps, sneering against his better judgment. His blood has finally boiled over – he cannot sit here listening to this drivel anymore.
At his tone, you flinch. Your babbling ceases. Hurt flashes across your face, before you smother it away.
“... What?” you say defensively. Damian straightens to his full height, dropping the feathery wand entirely. He strides over to you, looking entirely striking. Two emerald eyes stare down at you.
“You were treated like garbage the entire time, and here you can’t stop gushing about it all.”
You stare at Damian agape. “Okay, I wasn’t treated like garbage–”
“Did he even pay for the meal,” Damian asks flatly. You bristle, frowning.
“We split it–”
Damian sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. You fill with embarrassment, staring at your feet… Your thoughts are interrupted by two warm, calloused hands landing on your shoulders. Your head snaps up.
“You deserve to be treated like royalty.” Damian’s eyes pore into yours intensely, as if you’re the only thing he sees. “And as your… friend, I would hope you would entertain only those who could be your equal.”
So he says, but no one will ever have his approval. He will sway you against them no matter who they are. Because only he deserves you. Some days, he doesn’t even know if he does. Regardless, you and him are meant to be.
You are dumbfounded by the sudden gravity of the conversation.
“I– yeah,” you say, nodding shyly. Damian overtakes your field of vision at this distance… you know, you noticed how handsome he was long ago, but at this closeness, you can truly admire it. He’s quite the domineering figure, with his perfectly-cut jaw, elegant aquiline nose, and even brown skin. You cough, stepping back.
“... Yeah,” you say again. “Uh, thanks, Damian. Let’s go over these problems again, yeah?”
Damian bristles.
The look that was just on your face...
He blinks. If he was correct… Perhaps he had just accelerated his timeline. And if so, such a development would be more than welcome.
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Hi hi. Hope your taking care of yourself. I just want to ask on the grid kids series can i request the drivers being mistaken as grid baby's parents... like shes out with them where people dont know who they are and they get mistaken for being her parents. (you can choose any two drivers if u wanna write it)
Grid Kids: Mistaken Identities
Sebastian Vettel x wife!Reader x platonic!drivers
Summary: the grid kids learn that sometimes seeing two men with a baby can make people draw the wrong conclusions
Series Masterlist
Max and Charles: Disney Princes
“Why do I feel like we’ve bitten off more than we can chew?” Charles groans, adjusting the collar of his prince costume as they step into the magical world of Tokyo Disneyland.
Max smirks, tugging at his own princely garb. “Because you were easily swayed by a toddler. But why did I let the two of you drag me into this too?”
Your daughter skips ahead, twirling in her Cinderella dress, utterly delighted. “Princess!” She chirps, pointing to herself, and then at them, “Princes!”
Charles laughs, ruffling her hair. “Yes, yes, but remember, you owe me big time.”
Suddenly, a small horde of children swarm around Charles, their eyes wide with awe. “Prince Charming!” One of them squeals, reaching out to touch the hem of his outfit.
Max can’t help but chuckle. “Look at you, a hit with the kiddos already.”
Charles, looking mildly panicked but trying to keep his composure, kneels down, offering his best princely smile. “Hello, little ones. Are you enjoying your day at the castle?”
While Charles is surrounded, a couple approaches Max, eyes flickering between him, Charles, and your daughter. “You three make such a cute family! How long have you and your husband been together?”
Max chokes on his spit. “Oh, no, we’re not — I mean, he’s not — we’re her brothers, not fathers. And we’re definitely not together.”
The woman’s cheeks turn a bright shade of red. “Oh! I’m so sorry. My mistake.”
Charles, now free from the throng of kids, joins in, “It’s alright. Happens a lot more than you would think.” He winks at your daughter, “This princess has a way of wrapping everyone around her finger so I can see the confusion.”
Max and Charles immerse themselves in the Disneyland experience, fully embracing their roles as makeshift royalty. They take pictures, go on rides, and even join your daughter for a tea party at Cinderella’s Royal Table.
While leaving, a staff member waves, “Goodbye, Prince Charming!”
Charles raises an eyebrow, “Which one?”
Max smirks, “Clearly, they meant me.”
Your daughter grins cheekily. “Both Princes. My Princes.”
Mick and Lance: Horsing Around
“Why is she covered in hay?” Lance looks down at your giggling daughter who has a spot of dirt on her nose and straw in her hair.
Mick picks her up, attempting to brush it off without much success. “Because someone wanted to roll around with the bunnies.”
She claps her hands together. “Bunny soft! And pony! I want pony!”
A farmer passing by overhears their conversation, a knowing smile on his face. “That's how it starts, you know?” He nods towards Mick and Lance, “My daughter wanted just one pony and now look around you — turned into this whole farm.” He chuckles, looking at your daughter with fondness, “Seems history is repeating with your little one. She’s clearly got her daddies wrapped around her finger already.”
Mick chuckles, scratching the back of his neck, “Oh, we’re not her dads. We’re her brothers. Just trying to spoil her a bit while we can.”
The farmer looks slightly surprised but grins, “Ah, my bad! You looked so domestic and I assumed. But a word of advice from someone who’s been through it … those little eyes? They’ll have a whole farm following you home if you’re not careful."
Lance nods in agreement, “She gets her charm from our mom.”
Your daughter, however, is undeterred. “Pony! Please, please, pony!”
Lance tries to be stern, “I don’t think Mom and Dad will let us get a pony.”
But her big eyes and pout should be illegal.
They cave instantly. “Okay, okay! We’ll see what we can do,” Mick promises.
As they head home, Mick turns to Lance, “You realize we can’t actually get her a pony, right?”
But Lance just smirks. “Watch me.”
***
Later that evening, you’re sipping tea when a rather unexpected sound catches your attention.
Neighhh.
You rush to the window, eyes widening at the sight in front of you.
Lance meets your eyes sheepishly, “So ... we might’ve made a tiny impulsive decision ...”
Mick is holding a bedazzled harness belonging to the animal in question, “Tiny? It’s not exactly a chihuahua.”
Your daughter rushes to you, grinning from ear to ear. “Look, Mommy! Pony!”
You sigh deeply, “I leave you two in charge for a few hours and apparently we now own a pony?”
Mick shrugs, “It seemed like a good idea at the time?”
Lance adds, “We just couldn’t say no to her!”
You laugh, pulling them both into a hug with your daughter sandwiched between. “You boys are impossible. When did you become such softies?”
“Just following in your footsteps,” Mick smirks. “You know, spoiling the ones we love."
Lance nods, “Guess it runs in the family.”
Lando and George: Busy Bees
“Is she ready?” Lando asks while leaning over to check his face paint in the mirror.
George adjusts his fake antennae headband. “I still can’t believe you convinced me to wear this.”
Your daughter runs in from behind them, flapping her tiny bee wings with a big smile on her face. “Bzzz! Bzzz!”
Lando laughs, “Look at you, the cutest little bee in the hive!”
He then whispers to George, “At least we match.”
George groans, “Yeah but did we really have to be flowers? It’s bad enough that she’s got me trick-or-treating for the first time in twenty years.”
As they set out, the trio attracts many admiring glances, especially when your daughter toddles up to houses, holding out her little bucket and adorably attempting a “Trick or treat!”
At one house, an older lady opens the door, gasping with delight. “Oh my! What a beautiful little family! You and your husband have done such a wonderful job. Your daughter’s costume is simply adorable!”
George’s cheeks flush under his floral face paint, “Oh, uh, we’re not a couple. We’re her brothers!”
Lando waves his hands, “Yeah! No couple here, just brothers. He’s too annoying to date anyway.”
The lady looks slightly taken aback but quickly recovers. “Oh, my apologies! It’s just so rare to see two young dads out and about. Anyways, here you go, little bumblebee.” She drops a handful of candy into your daughter’s bucket.
The night continues with more misidentifications, George and Lando taking it in stride but also bickering about who gives off more of a dad vibe.
George pokes Lando, “I told you, dressing as matching flowers makes it look like we’re together.”
Lando rolls his eyes, “You’re just embarrassed because Mrs. Thompson from three houses down thought we were a couple.”
George grins, “Well, maybe if someone didn’t m insist on holding my hand to guide me ...”
Lando splutters, “That was to stop you from tripping over a pumpkin in the dark! Besides, look, she’s having the time of her life.”
Your daughter just continues her “bzzing,” happily collecting candies and compliments.
When they return home, a mountain of treats in tow, your daughter shows off her loot with pride.
Sebastian greets them at the door, laughing as he sees their costumes. “Looking good there!”
George mumbles, “At least we’re on brand.”
Lando grins, “Exactly! Team Bee for the win!”
Your daughter, energy not even slightly dimmed, runs up and hugs Sebastian, “Daddy! Bzzz!”
Sebastian chuckles, “My little bee. Did you have fun with your brothers?”
She nods vigorously, “Bzzz!”
You shake your head in amusement. “Alright, my buzzing bee, time for bed. And you two,” you point at George and Lando, “thanks for being such good sports. Even if you did look ridiculous.”
George and Lando are already on their way to raid your vanity for makeup wipes. “Anything for our little bee,” Lando says with a wink.
The Parents and the “Parents”
Charles runs a hand through his hair, “So, Y/N, Seb ... you won’t believe how many times Max and I have been mistaken for a couple when we’re out and about.”
“Yeah,” Max chimes in, “apparently we give off strong young dads in love vibes.”
Lance sighs dramatically, “Don’t even get me started! Mick and I took her to the park a few days ago and this lady actually asked how long we’ve been married and when we adopted her.”
Mick nods, “She even recommended a couples’ yoga class for us. Said it helped her and her wife reconnect for personal time during parenthood.”
Lando, trying to stifle a giggle, pipes up, “George and I were given a book called The Ultimate Guide for Gay Dads by our new neighbor. She said it really helped her son and his husband.”
George gestures wildly, “We even got invited to the local dads’ weekly barbecue. I think we’re honorary members now.”
You burst out laughing, “Oh my god, I can’t breathe! This is priceless.”
Sebastian chuckles, “I think it’s sweet that our daughter has so many loving dads. We’re setting a new norm here.”
Max grins, “I always knew I had a paternal side.”
Charles nudges him, “More like you just can’t bring yourself to say no to her.”
Lance admits, “That’s true. Is this a good time to apologize for the pony in your backyard again?”
Everyone turns to look at Mick, who shrugs, “She has the best puppy eyes, okay?”
“It’s a gift really,” George agrees. “I tried to do the same face to Lando to get the last slice of pizza but all he did was laugh at me.”
Lando retorts, “That’s because your puppy eyes looked more like you were constipated.”
Suddenly, the laughter is interrupted by a small voice. Your daughter toddles into the room, holding a toy race car in one hand and a doll in the other. “Why do you all have funny faces?” She asks, her innocent eyes widening.
Sebastian picks her up and sits her on his knee, “Well, little racer, we were just talking about how sometimes people think that your brothers are your dads.”
She scrunches her face in confusion, “But that’s silly! They’re still your babies too. How can they be dads?”
You laugh, “You’re absolutely right, sweetheart. They definitely still act like children sometimes.”
The six indignant whines of “we do not” you get in return don’t really do much to help their case.
But you love your kids anyway. All seven of them.
#f1 imagine#f1#f1 fic#f1 fanfic#f1 fanfiction#f1 x reader#f1 x you#sebastian vettel x reader#max verstappen x reader#charles leclerc x reader#lance stroll x reader#george russell x reader#lando norris x reader#mick schumacher x reader#f1 fluff#f1 blurb#f1 one shot#f1 drabble#f1 fandom#f1blr#sebastian vettel imagine#max verstappen imagine#charles leclerc imagine#lance stroll imagine#george russell imagine#lando norris imagine#mick schumacher imagine#f1 x y/n#f1 x female reader
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Paige as a girl/boy mom HCs! (pt 2)
a/n: hope you enjoy bc this has taken over my mind completely.
Boy mom:
If he ever goes into basketball, she'll coach his little league team and the resemblance between them is uncanny. They're both competitive and when he makes a shot, she'll do those small celebrations (y'know what I mean. Like those she does in games when she's at the bench).
She's a sucker for his toothy grin. Especially if he has some missing teeth when he's a toddler. I think they would remind her of her brother when he was little so much.
In the mornings she has to wake up at the crack of dawn for practices or games, you swear he has a superpower because he always wakes up early too. Those are some of your favorite times because those slow mornings are unusual with such an energetic toddler. He’ll just follow her around and once she’s done with the basics, she’ll pick him up and do the rest of her things with him sleeping on her shoulder.
They would 100% plan one of those cheesy birthday surprises for you. Like they’ll turn on the lights and scream with matching grins while breaking into a birthday song simultaneously.
Your favorite sight is them both waking up with equally tousled hair and matching sleepy faces. I mean he may be your kid, but Paige is literally in every single crevice of his face.
He constantly challenges her by telling her that he’ll finally beat her in video games, but he never can. She does share with you that she’s worried he finally will one day because he’s a fast learner. But it's almost a tradition for them to sit down at least once a week and battle it out.
He also always challenges her to do different celebrations whenever she scores. And he’s always glued to the screen to see her pull it off. It’s a way for them to stay connected while she has games far away. They ask her about it, but she always stays quiet, wanting the tradition to be a secret of theirs.
She looooves to see him wear her jersey. It gives her the motivation to absolutely destroy whoever she’s going against.
You find it funny that he always copies her face whenever she has a tough finish in a game. Like they both have the exact same celebration face (that face scrunch she does as well as screaming towards the air while flexing). Again. Literal twins.
I get the feeling she will just… hold him up by his leg while they’re playing. Then just show him to you like he's a trophy while he dies of laughter.
Both have the same sleeping stance and sleeping face. Mouth opened with an arm and leg slung haphazardly around. She never believes you until you take a pic of them both sleeping one afternoon.
She calls you guys when she’s away and he’ll just snatch the phone to talk to her. They’re usually late after a game.
“Hey… Isn’t it your bedtime?” Paige's voice comes through the phone, tired.
“But mom, I just missed you so much! The game was so close I just couldn't go to sleep”
You see her smile through the call, “Alright bud, I'll give you this one.”
After you three talk some more, they both fall asleep mid conversation, and you could only smile.
Girl mom:
Talking about games, her favorite thing to do after her games is bury her daughter in kisses and watch the way she shies away because they tickle. She’ll be locked in at the end just looking at her and you and she’ll break into the widest smile once you two come walking towards her.
She would 100% be one of those players that does her press conferences with her kid in her lap. Sometimes she’ll be too distracted by her, and her coach will silently ask you to take her for a bit but there's no separating those two. You also would never think of taking her away because Paige literally lives for you and her baby girl.
I think Paige loved to give her baby those early stages baths. She would be so gentle and lowkey scared as she cradles her and passes moist wipes all over her tiny body. It lowkey calmed her down after a hard day to see her girl so calm and peaceful.
Would tease her baby girl by acting like she’s not going to pick her up cuz she gets super fussy about it. She folds way too quickly though.
Has her camera FULL to the brim with pictures of her sleeping and looking adorable. Definitely has 0.5s of her too. Makes her laugh wayyyy too much.
Does that thing where she taps her daughter's mouth really fast while she shouts so that it sounds really funny. If you get what I mean?? It makes them both laugh way too much.
Omg she definitely dances with her by making her step on the top of her shoes. After so many of her birthday parties with music it's basically a tradition for them to do now. It is your absolute favorite thing in the world because Paige is just so tall.
Paige never failed to give you a heart attack when she was still a baby. I feel like she would make a makeshift baby carrier with her morning robe and just walk around with her while the baby snoozed. lol
At the beginning, Paige used to wear bright blue or pink or just neon colors so that her daughter was able to recognize her in court.
Tea parties happen a lot with those two. You’ll open the door to find them sipping on the non-existent liquid while faking some funny accents. They’ll just turn to you with a look of “Can we help you?”
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Call me delulu, but I woke up with hope in my heart today.
It's only been 2 months since the show was cancelled. WBD is run by an incompetent fool. WBD previously said they'd sell Coyote vs. Acme, but then made it impossible for anyone to buy it. All streaming services are struggling financially at the moment.
Daddy Jenkins had to tell us we've reached the end of the road, because that's the reality right now. Either WBD made it impossible for anyone to buy the show, or the actual realistic price was just too high for other streamers at the moment even if they wanted to buy it. “Many complimentary meetings, conversations, etc” sounds like someone was interested.
DJ and everyone else who worked on the show need to be able to move on, so they can make a living from other projects. They’ve all been holding their breath just in case they can start filming after all. The fans need to move on in the sense that we can't expect a renewal "any day now", like we did for 2 months. We can still hope that we'll see season 3 one day, but now we can be realistic about the chances of it happening in the immediate future.
Everyone who worked on this show has loved it so dearly that I'm certain that if season 3 gets greenlit in the future, they'll all want to work on it again. As long as DJ is in, the others are too. The Revenge can be rebuilt. The time that has passed can be explained in the story, if it needs explaining at all. If some actors won't be able to return, we'll get new characters added to our family, and we'll embrace them just like we embraced all the new characters in season 2.
Depending on what the problem for the pick up was, things might change very quickly, or they might take a few years. Who knows, if we continue being loud, a streaming service that quickly passed on the show in January might take interest in it later. A streaming service that offered too little might make a better offer, and WBD might accept just to get rid of us (because we're back to calling Max out on this bullshit and it's not a good look for them). Or, once the industry recovers a bit, a streaming service might be willing to reconsider spending a big amount of money on this show. And if WBD set an impossible price for the show this time, they might shop it around for a more reasonable price once Zaslav is out (or even greenlight season 3 themselves, but that’s delulu level 200). Even if we don't get a season 3, we might still get a movie, or a comic book, or a script book, or a blu-ray release, or the Jenkins Cut. And honestly, if someone was to announce they've picked up the show in a year or two... that's not a long time at all.
Pirate Daddy said that our campaign was noticed across the industry. They hear and see our love for this show. They know we're here for the show if it's ever to return. They know this show has potential.
So let’s keep having fun in the fandom. Keep being loud about Our Flag Means Death. Keep using the hashtags. Keep making fanart. Keep shouting about how unfair this cancellation was. We don’t have to do it with the same intensity as during the campaign (I know we’re all tired and it’s completely okay to step away if you need/want to), but as long as we as a fandom are consistent, they’ll see there’s a demand that just won’t go away.
There is always hope. It’s not the same kind of hope we had before January 9th, and it’s not the kind we had until March 7th. But there are so many variables, and so little time has passed. Who knows what the industry will look like in a year or two. I’d rather believe in a future that might just hold a pleasant surprise for us than throw in the towel completely.
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Sorry, househusband Headcanons with Silver 👉👈✨💕(sorry the first questiom accidentally sent incomplete ) 👍
Ha ha ha. That first request would have been enough. Househusband Silver? Say no more. I'm with you there!
You have to keep an eye on him when he does chores to watch out for advice he picked up from your father-in-law. Lilia passed on some of the strangest housekeeping habits to Silver and you never know when they’ll pop up. You remember the winter that both of you were sick at the same time and Silver made an actual bathtub full of soup because that was the correct amount advised by Father.
You do all the cooking prep together. It’s not that you don’t like Silver’s cooking (even he knows to avoid using Lilia’s recipes), it’s just that you worry too much about his safety in the kitchen. There have been some close calls where Silver has fallen asleep with a hot stove on or holding a knife. Now, you have little dinner-prep dates to cook up meals for the week. Each finished dish is one your spouse can finish off in the microwave or by setting a timer on a kitchen appliance. It’s not foolproof but you certainly worry less. Seeing Silver in an apron is just an added bonus!
You never thought you’d say this, but small forest animals are your back-up plan. It’s like nature itself has decided to help your husband escape danger and accomplish his goals. You’ve literally seen mice help him sew up a rip in your clothes and a deer pull your sleeping spouse out of the street. You are grateful that Silver is so beloved by the animals, or you don’t know how you’d bare to leave him home without you!
You were sitting at your desk hard at work when suddenly a chill runs down your spine. You look at the clock, there are three more hours of work left in the day. You frown and decide to quickly check your phone messages, just in case. When you pull the device out and look, your heart drops when you see the message, [Father is here for a visit.] Oh dear, your famous Father-in-law is alone with your spouse, and you can’t do anything about it.
You quietly take your phone and sneak away to the parking lot for a quick call. It rings several times with no answer. You hang up and try again. This time, you get a sleepy, “Hello,” at the fourth ring. You smile at the sound, picturing your spouse just awoken from a short sleeping spell. “Hi dearest, I got your message. How are things going?” There is the smallest hint of a smile in the tone that replies, though you know he is stoic as ever on the other side. “Father is helping me clean out the attic. It’s going along well. We’ve got everything moved out and into our living room now.” You look out into the distance. All the dusty things hidden away in the attic are now all over your clean living room. Well, it could be worse.
You force an extra amount of cheer into your voice, “That’s great honey, and you are keeping an eye on him? Making sure he…doesn’t work too hard?” Silver assures you that he only fell asleep for a moment, but that Lilia was back where he expected him to be. You feel a sense of dread, “Silver, it is nearly lunch time. He hasn’t been cooking, has he? Did you check?” There is a long pause before Silver mutters, “I better go.” You wish him the best of luck and disconnect. Then, you gaze at your phone for a moment before dialing the nearest pizza delivery place. Better safe than sorry.
A few hours later, you sneak away to the restroom to text your spouse. [How are things?] You wait quietly in the stall until you get a reply. [Do you think we need to put a bedroom in the attic?] You look at your phone in surprise, this conversation is already veering wildly from what you anticipated. [Why would we do that?] You see the dots appear and wait for your hubby’s text. [In case we need to use the spare room for a nursery.] You sigh and roll your eyes, Lilia again. [We can talk about it when I get home. Agree to nothing!!!]
After work, your thoughts turn immediately to your spouse, and you head straight home. You see your house come into view and your sleepy husband is waiting for you at the door with his eyes shut. You climb the stairs and give him a sweet kiss. His eyes flutter open and he smiles at you, “I had a wonderful dream and now here you are.” You brush a strand of his silver hair from his forehead, “Which was better?” He looks at you with seriousness and replies, “You. You are always better.” You turn your head to the side, feeling the heat in your cheeks.
“Ahem,” you clear your throat, “So where is our precious Father?” Silver drops back until he is only holding your hand, “He left. He said we needed time alone to work on his grandchildren.” You laugh and think that sounds very much like your spirited Father-in-Law. You rub your thumb along the fingers holding your hand, “Well, since he is gone, I suppose its safe to ask about your day. How did the attic cleaning project go?” Silver calmly assures you that things went just fine. Nearby, a squirrel looks up and meets your eye before giving you the most traumatized shake of its little head. “I’m glad everything worked out,” you say as you make eyes that say ‘I’m sorry’ to the neighborhood wildlife. You didn’t know what trouble he’d been involved in, but you knew some evil had been conquered today. You squeeze Silver’s hand and that prompts him to lift you into his arms and carry you over the threshold. It wasn’t happily ever after, but for today, it was enough of a happy ending for you and your prince charming.
#twst#twisted wonderland#twst wonderland#twisted wonderland x reader#twst silver#silver x reader#househusband au
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Yo- What?!
Pairing: Luke Castellan x fem!reader
Summary: Apparently you have a boyfriend you weren't even aware of
WC: 802 words
Content: Fake dating? Luke and reader aren't that close
The dining pavilion was filled with demigods eating and chattering amongst each other including you. It was your third year on camp half-blood and you were no stranger to the infamous Luke Castellan.
There he stood a few feet away from you bombarded with girls. But hey what’s new? You paid no mind to it and continue enjoying your meal with your siblings.
“Isn’t he just sooo dreamy” Bella, your sister, closed her eyes releasing a soft exhale as she gently nestled her head between her arms that’s on the table. “Who? Luke?” i tilted my head to the side and raised a brow. “duhh who else” Bella rolled her eyes. “he’s not all that you know” I retorted as I slurped my remaining mango juice. “Like I’m gonna listen to you, you turn down every guy that comes your way!”. I laughed “touché”. Pushing myself up from my seat I got up to throw away my empty juice box.
As i walk over to the bin I could overhear snippets of conversation from Luke and his fangirls. They leaned in closer to Luke every chance they got. Occasionally batting their eyelash with their flirtatious charm, accompanied by a few playful slap and laughter ever so often.
I grimaced seeing the situation unfolding in front of me. They were trying a bit too hard in and it was very obvious.
“I appreciate the flattery", his eyes betraying his words as a hint of discomfort was displayed. "...but I’m taken” said Luke as he tried to shake off a devotee that was clinging onto his arm. “As if,” the girl rolled her eyes “I don’t see her around” she pursed her lips.
I was in the middle of walking back to my table when I felt someone tugging my arm causing me to stumble. Fortunately, I was able to regain my footing. Guess training does came in handy. “Hey wha-“ my brows furrow in confusion. Before I could continue speaking Luke gently put his hands on my shoulders and guided me to face his little fan-club.
“This is my girlfriend, y/n.” Luke announced with a bright smile. His voice filled with enthusiasm.
My head immediately did a 180° flip towards him and a look of puzzlement was evident on my face. The other girls and I simultaneously said “What?”
“Oh don’t be all shy now sweetheart” he said while pinching my cheeks. All I could think was what the actual fuck?
“Now please excuse us” I was about to brush my alleged boyfriend off but he gave me a soft gaze, with a hint of desperation. Oh darn him and his puppy eyes. With a reluctant sigh I acknowledged his request and complied.
Luke led me to a path by the lake giving us enough privacy from the rest of camp. As we came to a halt I fixed my posture straight and firmly placed my hands on my hips. “Are you out of your mi-“ Luke raised his hand and pushed his pointer finger on my lips to shush me. I was really tempted to bite his finger considering the many times he had cut me off.
“Okay so now that you’re my girlfriend-“ The voices won and I bit his finger. Arching my eyebrows and narrowing my eyes I gave him a WTF look. “When did I agree to be your girlfriend?”
“I should’ve worded it better” Luke muttered under his breath while fanning his hand. “okay let me rephrase, I need you to be my girlfriend. well Fake girlfriend.”
“Hard pass” I said
“Wait listen, just for a while until those girls lay off”
“You can go pick someone else”
“No no no you don’t get it, it has to be you. They saw me with you if, I go changing my ‘girlfriend’ they’ll know it’s a lie” Luke said with a slight whine.
“what do I get in return?”
Luke’s lips parted slightly before snapping shut. Clearly he didn’t think this whole ordeal through.
“I’ll make your bed every day”
“c’mon you gotta do better than that” I sigh and folded my arms
“I’ll do all your chores” I feigned a yawn
“I’ll give you all my dessert!” I smirk. Now we’re talking
I extended my hand and he did the same. Sealing the deal with a firm handshake. “From now on you’ll be doing all my chores, make my bed, give all your dessert to me, and do everything I ask you to” I said closing my eyes with a smile of delight painted on my face. Seeing as the matter was solved I began to make my way back to the dining pavilion. “Yes exactl- wait, do anything you ask me to?” Luke’s brows furrow. I laugh and ignore him.
Oh this is going to be interesting...
A/N: This is my first time writing so sorry if it's sucky. Might make a part 2
#pjo series#pjo#pjo tv show#luke castellan#luke castellan x reader#luke castellan x you#luke castellan imagine#percy jackson tv show#luke castellan x fem!reader#female reader
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Your Terms, Not Mine
Edited-ish. ~2k words.
Warning: NSFW - do not read if you are underage!
“Don’t I know it?” You giggle at Sarah’s remark about a group of kooks checking you both out. “They’ll never approach,” you state as you sink into the couch on the lower-level patio. “Too scared.”
“Who?” Topper asks as he sits beside you and pulls Sarah onto his lap.
You roll your eyes at how she blushes and hooks her arm around his shoulders. “Mommy’s proudest,” you mutter and glance when the other seat next to you fills with Kelce. “Hey, Kelce.”
“Hey Pretty Girl,” he leans in pecking your cheek. “What are you complaining about, huh? You’re hot, it’s summer, and you got me.”
You laugh and shove at his chest before he can hook his arm around your waist. “Kelce! My answer is still no.”
He laughs before shaking his head. “One day…”
“One day,” you relent, knowing he will not drop it if you do not. He grins before slouching back against the couch. The signature solo cup is in his hand as he sips his mixed drink. His hand trails down your back and you shift away from his touch. “Where is your third?” You ask. You had only seen him once when you had first arrived and a pretty blonde had been batting her eyelashes at him while he served her coke.
“Right here, Baby. I knew you missed me.” Rafe mocks and leans over the back of the couch to look at you. You scoff and roll your eyes at his confidence. “Don’t worry, Princess. I’ve only got eyes for you.”
“Whatever, Rafe. We all know where these two are,” you say hiking your thumb at Kelce and then Topper. “You aren’t far.”
“Don’t be an ass, Rafe,” Sarah mutters to her big brother.
He shrugs, sitting in the lone armchair. His feet kick up on the patio table. Those piercing blue eyes stay locked on your face before flickering to where Kelce touches you again. His jaw clenches and you have to look away, aware that he would snap Kelce's wrist in a heartbeat if you asked him.
You swat Kelce's hand away before standing and grabbing your phone from the table. You ignore the sting spreading through you at Rafe's casual teasing after your last conversation. The promise you made to him repeats in your head. A promise you regretted more than you should.
“I’ll be back.” You look at Sarah and she acknowledges you with a smile around the rim of her cup. You pass through the crowds and slip into the half bathroom that is surprisingly empty. You lift yourself onto the counter and cross your legs as you hit dial. The phone rings twice before he picks it up.
“Hello?”
“How quickly can I get a restock?” You ask.
He laughs. “Hello to you too, Cupcake.”
“Don’t fuck with me JJ,” you mutter, closing your eyes for a moment. “How soon?”
“Tonight. Do you have the cash?”
“You know I do.” You can imagine the smirk on his face at having you calling him for the fourth time this week.
“You are running through it pretty fast there, Princess.”
“Life sucks, weed doesn’t.”
He laughs and you laugh as well. “Meet me at the Point?”
“One hour,” you respond. “Just you, okay?”
“Done. Bring the cash.”
You hang up right as the door opens and you look up to see Rafe. He smirks and closes the door before leaning back against it. “What are you doing in here?”
You shrug. “Phone call.”
His eyebrows raise as he watches you. You ignore the unspoken question as you lock your phone. He moves quickly, his hand wrapping around the device before he has it, and slips it into his shorts pocket. “Are you going to ignore me all night?”
You smirk at him, biting your lip for a moment. “You seemed pretty cozy with that blonde.”
“Jealous?”
“Hardly,” you mutter, knocking his hand away when he reaches for the button on your shorts. “We agreed we were done, Rafe. I promised that I would never let you touch me like that again.”
“I lied when I said I was done.”
You frown at him before shaking your head. “I’m not doing this. You're only acting like this because of Kelc."
"So fucking what?" He mutters, glaring at you. "He doesn't get to touch you like that."
"No one but you can, right?" You ask, tipping your head as you stare at him. "But then it is only on your terms, not mine?"
He smirks. "You know you want it as much as I do."
"Maybe," you admit, clasping your fingers around the rim of the counter. "I'm leaving soon, so you can hook up with whoever. Can I have my phone back?”
He smirks and reaches for the button on your shorts again as he crowds into your space. “You want me to give you your phone back? Make me.”
That need to feel his body against yours, to feel him inside of you, and to hear your name falling from his lips spreads through you. But he cannot know that, it gives him too much power to know that. You roll your eyes before you check to make sure the lock on the bathroom door is in place. You look up at him through your lashes as you grab the hem of your shirt and pull it up over your head and toss it away. “One more time.”
“Fuck, I’ll never get over these.” Rafe practically foams at the mouth at the sight of your breasts. His hands are greedy as he touches you and dips his head to kiss you. You kiss him back, your hands moving up his abs, over his chest, and to his shoulders. Your legs hook around him to pull him closer. He moans into the kiss before you move to his throat. Your hands tug his shirt off of him before tossing it to join yours on the floor.
“We don’t have all night,” you murmur when his mouth makes the trek down the curve of your neck as he unclasps your bra and tosses it.
He grins against your skin. “Stay quiet this time.”
“I’m not the one that had Kelce pounding on his bathroom door last week, was I?” You smirk biting your lip as he pulls you to the edge of the counter. You reach for his shorts and make quick work to unbutton them and shove them down along with his underwear. His hands snake under your skirt to finding you bare.
“Shit!” He breathes before kissing you hungrily. “No panties?”
You shrug, tipping your head back as he wraps his hand around your throat. His thumb brushes the rim of your chin. “I had hope.”
“Fuck, Baby, you’re too good to me.” He mumbles against your ear, his teeth nipping at your lobe as you stroke him. He grunts, his hips moving forward to meet you stroke for stroke. His eyes squeeze shut and his bottom lip catches between his teeth. You watch him memorized as he nearly falls apart at your touch. “Get down, turn around,” he instructs when you release him after bringing him to the edge. “I want you to watch me.”
Your lips part and he grins before kissing you as he helps you slip down to the floor. He spins you, pinning your hips against the counter as he lifts your skirt up. “So pretty,” he hums before bringing his palm down harshly.
You gasp, hand gripping the edge of the sink.
“And all mine.” He practically growls as he sinks into you.
You would never adjust to his size, and he knows it as your walls squeeze him, sucking him deeper. He groans, his head dropping to press against your shoulder as he buries himself into you.
He rolls his hips, and you moan louder than you intend to and he immediately clasps his hand over your mouth, glancing at the door behind him. No one knocks or makes any move to come in.
“Quiet, Baby!” He hisses and you nod before he removes his hand. He wraps his hand around your hair and tightens his hold until you gasp loudly. You watch your reflections and he watches you. His ocean blue eyes focused on your face as you take it all in. The way his body fits against yours, the push and pull between you, the rosy color on your cheeks as your lips part and you try not to cry out.
Lewd noises fill the small space and you reach back, your nails biting at his thighs as he fucks into you over and over. Rafe moving inside of you while you watch him grip your hair consumes you until you orgasm around him. Your body shaking as he continues to fuck you. He lets your hair go and wraps his hand around your throat to lift you off the counter. The image shifts to show more of you and less of him as he fucks you relentlessly.
His other hand brushes your thighs as he grunts with each thrust. His fingers find your clit and you sink your teeth into your bottom lip to keep from crying out. He smirks, watching you fall apart again within minutes as the sight and feel of him touching you intensify the heat spreading through you. He groans your name as he spills inside of you. His mouth is on yours as you take every drop of him.
You stay that way until he is sure you have every drop of him. He nudges his nose against yours before pecking your forehead.
"Never let Kelce touch you like that again."
"Yes, sir."
The most lethal smirk you had ever seen crosses his features as he steps back to pull his shorts back up. His hand patting your hip. “You did good, Princess.”
You smile hesitantly as your body throbs with the aftershocks of two orgasms. Your hands plant against the marble counter to keep yourself steady. He watches you, pride swelling in his chest at how spent you are.
“Phone?” You whisper, lifting your head to look at his reflection in the mirror.
While digging in his pocket, he smirks before he places your phone on the counter beside you. You stand up and smooth your skirt down as you try to ignore the trembling in your legs and the afterbite of the counter’s edge against your hips. Rafe retrieves your bra and both of your shirts.
You clasp your bra back on and meet his gaze in the mirror once more. “Next time you want to fuck me again, Rafe, just ask,” you whisper. You spin and peck his lips. “You don't need Kelce as an excuse. I’ve never turned you down, have I?”
He smirks, his large hand sliding around your waist before he backs you up against the wall. His mouth is on yours and you groan, your fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck. He smirks before moving down your neck again. His lips brush the bruising mark he has left, a mark to show you are taken and you both know it.
“Then I’ll see you tomorrow, Baby. My Druthers.”
You nod once, unable to tell him no yet again. He pulls his shirt on before he taps your chin with his knuckle.
“Wear something pretty.”
The door closes and you huff, looking at yourself in the mirror. Your lips are red and swollen, your neck and chest are littered with love bites, and your hair screams I was just fucked within an inch of my life. You could not walk back to your friends and continue for another few hours with Rafe’s marks all over your skin and his cum inside of you.
‘Changed my mind. Meet me in fifteen.’ You hit send on the text and three bubbles pop up before disappearing briefly.
They appear again. ‘See you soon.’
(Part 2)
#outer banks#obx#rafe cameron#outer banks rafe cameron#obx rafe cameron#rafe cameron x reader#rafe cameron smut#rafe cameron x you#rafe cameron x y/n#rafe cameron x kook!reader
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I'm just so tired
Masterlist Scarlett Masterlist
Word Count: 3342
Relationship: Scarlett x Reader
Summary: Y/n is struggling with a demanding job whilst Scarlett is away filming, with no idea the toll it's taking on her girlfriend.
Y/N’s POV:
It’s 9pm and I’m finally driving home from work. I really hate my job. After I left college, I got what I thought was my dream job working at a global marketing firm. But boy was I wrong. The management team treated their staff like shit and the pay was crap. When I first started working there, I had to get a second job at a café just to be able to pay rent.
Thankfully, my second job brought me the one greatest happiness in my life, and that’s my girlfriend, Scarlett Johansson. Yep, you heard me right, me a small town girl working two jobs, is dating THE Black Widow. She would come into the shop 3 times a week on her way to set and would always take the time to chat. Over time our chats became more flirty before she finally asked me out on a date.
That was just over a year ago. I’ve had a promotion at work, so I was able to quit my job at the café, which in turned allowed me to have more time with Scarlett. That was until my stupid boss started to hammer me with more work than anyone else, setting ridiculous deadlines. Unfortunately finish at 9pm was not a rarity.
I feel so run down and lost. I thought I had everything planned out, but I any enthusiasm I had for doing this job, for being in this marketing world was gone. I could feel the tears starting to roll down my cheeks as I drove home. All I wanted to do was get home and cuddle my girlfriend. But I can’t. She’s been in Atlanta filming for the last month.
We’ve spoken as often as we can, but as filming has picked up it’s become hard to talk. I dropped her a text before I left work to see if she was free for a call this evening, but I didn’t expect a response. So here I am trudging up to my apartment ready to collapse on my bed.
Just as I open my door, my phone starts to ring, and the name causes me to smile for the first time today.
Y/N: Hey Babe, how are you?
Scarlett: Hey gorgeous, I’m doing better now I’m talking to you. How was your day?
Y/N: It was busy, I’m just getting back to my apartment now.
Scarlett: Babe, it’s like nine thirty. Why are you so late?
Y/N: Oh, it was just a busy day and I’ve got a deadline tomorrow so needed to get it done. Anyway, how is filming going?
Scarlett: Filming’s fine. You sound tired. Are you sure you’re ok?
I paused for a moment, trying so hard to stop my tears from falling. I hadn’t told Scarlett how bad work was. She had so much going on that I didn’t want to bother her with it.
Scarlett: Babe? I want to see your face; I’m switching to face time.
Y/N: No, I’m fine. It’s just been a rough couple of weeks. I’m fine….
Facetime request
I reluctantly accept knowing that either way she’s going to know something is wrong.
Y/N: Ah man, did you have to tease me being in costume?
I try to lighten the mood and move the conversation on but it’s not working.
Scarlett: Have you been crying? Babe, please tell me what’s wrong.
Y/N: I’m just tired. Like I said, work has been busy, you know what my emotions are like when I’m tired.
Scarlett: Y/N, don’t lie to me. In the year I’ve known you, I think I’ve only seen you cry twice. Just because I’m not with you, doesn’t mean I don’t want to be there for you. Now please, tell me what’s wrong.
Her face contorts into a worried frown and it causes me to cry but I’m able to prevent a full-on crying session from ensuing.
Y/N: I’m just so tired. I don’t know how much longer I can push myself. I’m not getting anywhere at work. I’m getting more work but no benefits. I just feel like my whole life is revolving around work, there’s no time for anything else.
Scarlett’s face turns soft, and I can see her own eyes are glossing over.
Scarlett: Oh baby, I’m so sorry. Hopefully this will all pass, and they’ll see what an amazing worker you are. You are so great at your job, it will all come together.
I just nodded as I compose myself. I want to move on from this subject. I don’t want to worry her anymore.
Y/N: I know. I’m just being silly. It’s almost the weekend and I can take a break. Anyway, we barely talk at the moment, so I don’t want the time we do have together to be taken up by me being an emotion mess. How is filming going?
Scarlett rolls her eyes and lets out a little chuckle.
Scarlett: It’s going really well. We’ve almost finished the night shoots which will mean that I’ll be able to call you more. I miss talking to you every day.
Y/N: That’s great. I’m glad it’s going well. I miss you so much. We’re over halfway, not long to go now.
I smile, trying to keep my eyes open.
Scarlett: Babe, go to bed. You’re tired.
Y/N: Noooo, I’m awake, I’ve not spoken with you in 3 days!
Scarlett: I promise I’ll call you tomorrow. But you need sleep.
Y/N: Urgh, fine! But you’re bring that suit home.
I huff but giving her a cheeky grin and eyebrow wiggle.
Scarlett: If it’ll make you go to bed, deal! Now off to sleep!
Y/N: I’m going to hold you to that! Ok, I’m off. I miss you and I love you!
Scarlett: I love you more. Speak tomorrow.
I close off the call before grabbing a quick protein bar. These work hours are really playing havoc with my eating habits! Walking into my room, I barely have the energy to change. I leave my clothes in a pile on my floor before collapsing into my bed.
*beep, beep*
Urgh, I’m woken up at 5:30 by my obnoxious alarm. One more day and then it’s the weekend and I can spend it sleeping in. I jump in the shower and then make myself a proper breakfast, so I know I’ll be getting at least one decent meal today.
I feel like I’m just coasting through the motions as I get ready and head off to the office. My heart sinks as I see the new paperwork sat on my desk for the admin of the latest marketing campaigns. I guess it’s another late finish for me today!
Scarlett’s POV:
It’s times like this I hate being so far away from Y/N. I just wanted to reach through the phone and give her a hug. I know she’s hiding how bad she’s really feeling. I’ve barely seen her cry and it breaks my heart that I’m not there for her when she is clearly struggling.
Whilst still deep in thought about my girlfriend, I’m called back to set to finish up the scenes for tonight. As I’m walking back over Joe pulls me aside. “Hey Scarlett, we’ve had to change up the schedule to fit in a couple of reshoots on the stunts. That means after tonight we won’t need you for a few days. You’ll be due back on set on Wednesday next week.” I feel relief wash over me.
I can’t wait to have a long weekend off. “Am I needed for anything else or am I completely free until Wednesday?” I ask, starting to get an idea. “Yep, get some rest and enjoy your time off!” He responds rushing off to his next location.
I work as hard as I can to get the final scenes completed and they go really well, and we get them done pretty quickly. I decide that I’m going to fly back to New York and surprise Y/N. As soon as I’m in my trailer I’m on my laptop searching for available flights. I book one which will get me in with enough time to set up a surprise.
Timeskip
I finally arrive at Y/N’s apartment a little before 4. I let myself in and get to work with preparing her surprise. The best thing about Y/N’s apartment is the roof access she has. Every Friday night she comes up here with a glass of wine and chills. The views are pretty cool and whenever I’m home, I join her.
Knowing how stressed and tired she’s been, I decide on setting up a movie night. I arrange a big projector which I have help setting up from my brother. I then arrange a makeshift bed with loads of comfy pillows and of course, get Y/N’s favourite snacks.
By the time I’ve finished it’s 6 and Y/N should be home any minute now. I plan to hide up on the roof and wait for her to join me. Time goes by and it’s now just after 9 and Y/N still isn’t here. I decide to drop her a text and pretend that I’ve got some time between filming.
Scarlett: Hey Babe, I’ve got an hour break if you’re free to call? Are you home?
Y/N: I’m just leaving work. I’ll call you when I’m home. Give me 30 minutes.
She’s working late again. I thought her deadline had already passed. I start to wonder how bad work really has been for her recently. We’ve always been honest with each other, but I feel like she’s been hiding this from me. I just wish I knew why.
From the roof I hear Y/N’s car pull up and I get ready for when she comes up to the roof. For some reason I’m getting nervous, I can’t wait to see my beautiful girlfriend again. About 5 minutes later, sure enough I hear the handle of the roof turn and I stand up facing the door.
I watch as Y/N walks through the door, wine glass in hand, in a pair of black shorts and one of my hoodies. I smile at how cute she looks, but it doesn’t go unnoticed how tired she looks too. She has bags under her eyes and her whole body seems deflated. My poor baby.
As she turns the corner her eye’s light up as she sees what I’ve set up. “Oh my God.” She whispers, before noticing me stood in the middle. Without saying anything further she runs and jumps up into my arms. I hold her tight. “Hey Baby. I’ve missed you.” I say into her hair.
I place her on the floor, and she looks at me directly in the eyes, I can see that she is holding back her tears. Her eyes flick down to my lips, so I pulled her close, putting a loose strand of hair behind her ear, before connecting our lips in a soft kiss full of love. I can feel that her tears are falling now, so I hold her tight letting her know I’m there.
After a minute or so, she pulls back, still clasping my hands. “What are you doing here?” She asked. “Our schedule was changed last minute so I’ve got 5 days off. After speaking with you yesterday, I knew I had to come back to you.” She smiles at me as I talk. Her eyes searching my face like she’s taking in every detail.
I lead her towards the makeshift bed, and we lie down together. She snuggles into me, her head on my chest and an arm over my stomach, slowly tracing random patterns just under my shirt. “Babe, please tell me what’s going on. Please tell me the truth.” I ask calmly, hoping she’ll share.
I look down to her as she takes a deep breath before she sits up. I turn to face her and take both of her hands in mine. “I hate work.” She blurted out. I furrow my eyebrows at her but allow her to carry on. “I work my ass off and it gets me nowhere. Each day I go in and there is more shit they want me to do in short timelines. I try and explain, and they just tell me I’m lucky I work there and that there are hundreds of other people that would do anything to be where I am.” She looks at her lap as she’s talking as if she is ashamed.
“I try so hard to prove myself above everyone else, but it gets harder every day. I’m exhausted and I just have no motivation for anything anymore. I just feel like the dream I had has turned into a nightmare.” Her voice breaks as does my heart. I can’t believe my baby has been feeling like this and I didn’t know.
“How long has this been going on?” I ask. She hesitates. “I mean it’s always been tough but these last 4 months have been unbearable.” There’s a silence as I take in that she has been feeling this broken for 4 months I hadn’t even noticed. What kind of girlfriend can’t see the person they love is hurting?
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I ask holding back my own tears. “I didn’t want to worry you. You work so hard and do so many great things. I felt stupid for breaking down over this.” Her words are like daggers to my heart. I feel such guilt for not providing her with an environment where she can share these feelings with me. I pull her onto my lap and hug her so tightly. “Listen to me. You are not stupid. I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you. But I want to know when you’re feeling like this. I’m your girlfriend, I’m meant to be able to help you. It breaks me to think you’ve been going through this on your own.”
I can no longer stop my own tears as I cling to her for dear life, like I’m going to lose her. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just didn’t know what to do.” Y/N says into my chest. I pull her face into my hands so she’s looking at me. “No, you do not need to apologise. Just know that I am here for you, even when I’m miles away. I want to know how you’re feeling. Both the good and the bad. Ok?” She nods and I place a gentle kiss on her lips.
“I don’t know how I’m going to solve this.” She said, rubbing her thumb over my knuckles. “Quit your job.” I said without hesitation. “What? I can’t do that I need to pay rent, buy food!” She argues. “Firstly, you clearly haven’t been spending money on food, don’t think I haven’t noticed how thin you’re getting.” I lightly scold. I know she’s not doing it on purpose, she’s probably been too tired to eat working so late.
“Secondly, move in with me.” I ask almost at a whisper. She lifts her head and looks at me with confusion. “What?” she questioned. “I said move in with me. We’ve been together for a year. It’s about time.” She still looks confused as she rubs her hand against her forehead.
“Scar, you don’t have to ask me to move in out of pity.” She spoke cautiously. “Hey! No no, that’s not what this is. I had planned to ask you when I got back from Atlanta. You’re it for me. I don’t want to wait any longer, I want you to move in with me.” I say with conviction to show I mean it.
Her eyes fill with tears again, as she slowly nods her head. “Ok, I’ll move in with you. I’d love that.” She pulls me into a big hug and whispers “I love you.” I don’t want to ever let her go. “But I can’t quit my job.” I’m shocked by her response. “But babe, it’s not good for you.” She shakes her head. “I don’t want to be reliant on you. I want to be able to contribute to bills and treat you to fancy dates and surprise gifts.” She explains.
“You don’t need to do that. I want to take care of you. You don’t need to buy my love.” I pause thinking for a moment at how we can work this out. “How about, you quit your job on Monday. You can fly to Atlanta with me and then when I’m done filming, we’ll take a month to go travelling for a bit. Then when we’re back, you can look to get a job that you actually want. One that isn’t going to drive you into the ground.”
I can see her thinking for a while before responding. “Ok, I like the sound of that.” She says. I squeal in excitement and tackle her in a hug, resulting in us being a tangled mess on the bed. “We’re moving in together!” I exclaim. “God, I love you.” Once again I pull Y/N towards me into a passionate kiss. She giggles against my lips as I roll her over. “I love you too. Thank you for all of this. Shall we watch a movie?” She asks, looking at me with her love eyes. I nod and start the first movie. We snuggle up on the bed and spend the night watching movies.
We didn’t wake up until 12 the following morning. I woke up before Y/N and just watched her sleep, grateful she was finally getting rest. Once she wakes up, we lie in comfortable silence for a while before she slings a leg over me straddling me. “I’ve missed waking up to you.” She says, placing feather like kisses over my face causing me to giggle.
We hold eye contact for a while whilst she rubs her thumb over my cheek. “I can’t wait to move in with you if all my mornings start with you straddling me.” I tease, giving her hips a squeeze. Y/N leans down kissing up my neck then along my jaw before meeting my lips. “I’ll wake you up this way every morning if that’s what you want.” She whispers before smashing out lips together into a deep kiss. She gives both my top and bottom lips equal attention before swiping her tongue across my bottom lip asking for permission, which I instantly give.
Her tongue invades my mouth deepening the kiss with every move. I let out a small moan which results in Y/N pulling back and smiling at me. I hook my leg around her waist and flip us so I’m on top. I leant down and whispered seductively into her ear. “I brough home the suit.” Her eyes widen and a big grin appears on her face. “Well, what are you waiting for?” She responds. I jump off the bed to be greeted with a slap to my ass. I squeal and run to get dressed.
This was what I had always wanted in life. Someone who I adored and who adored me. I couldn’t wait to spend the next few months with Y/N and then the rest of our life together.
Timeskip
Y/N’s POV:
It was three months after Scarlett surprised me on the roof and asked me to move in with her. Whilst travelling she had proposed to me on a beach in Bora Bora. I of course had said yes. Once we got home, I started looking for jobs and I’m now working for a local company. It’s small but I love it. I’m actually paid more than I was, and I have much more responsibility. But the best thing is I’m happy. I’ve got a great work/life balance. I enjoy going to work and then I get to come home, at 5 every day, to my beautiful fiancé who I cannot wait to marry. My life feels like a dream and I hope that I never wake up.
#scarlett johansson fanfiction#scarlett johansson x y/n#scarlett johansson x reader#scarlett johansson#celebrity fanfic
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what if (all i need is you)?
a part of: call it what you want au
will’s in the locker room after practice when he thinks about it for the first time. they’re talking about cutter, how he’ll probably be signed after the championship game. where all the other boys will go, that they think they’ll be signed by the end of the next season or the one after that.
ally breezes through the hallway by the open door (they promise her to not keep it open while anyone is indecent and usually it’s closed until after they’ve been showered and are shirtless at most) and it spikes a thought. one he hadn’t even considered, used to being a couple steps ahead on the ice but keeping his mind in the present off of it.
he’ll leave boston. for san jose. probably before his college time would be over if he simply got his degree. he’s a fourth overall pick, there’s people waiting to see him on the ice for the sharks, people that would rather him score for their nhl team then have him finish college.
but leaving boston would mean leaving home. leaving ally. he doesn’t know if he simply pushed that thought to the back of his mind or if it hadn’t crossed his mind at all. the worst thing about it is that he doesn’t know when. maybe they had meetings about it, have decided to give him a call after the championship game if he wins, that they won’t if he doesn’t. or they still might, win or lose.
maybe he’ll be back in boston, snuggled up in their corner of the library with ally. maybe he’ll be in minnesota still, barely back in the hotel room after a devastating loss or raging celebrations. he has to look up the time zones, actually, maybe that wouldn’t even be possible. his mind is going there regardless, though.
in fact, his thoughts are running a mile an hour. what if-questions are kind of always on his mind, inevitable with hockey really. what if i’d realized his play a second earlier? what if i passed to my right instead of my left? what if i shot a fraction of a millisecond earlier, would the goalie still have saved it?
what if ally leaves him when he has to go to san jose? what if she dumps him the second he tells her? what if she doesn’t, tortures both of them with long distance for a few weeks before she breaks up with him over text? what if she agrees to it, loves him over miles and time zones and then falls in love with some other blond, blue-eyed hockey player in boston and forgets about will?
the what-ifs torture him, constantly and for days. he can’t quite bear talking to anyone about them, feeling stupid one second and like they’ll confirm his fears right after. gabe and ryan try to get through to him multiple times, cutter tries to talk to him as well. even eamon starts an attempt of a conversation. he blows all of them off.
the only person he might want to talk to is the one who doesn’t pressure him. there were multiple instances over the months they’ve been together when will got into his own head, about hockey, about school, pretty much anything. ally doesn’t urge him to talk, doesn’t try to solve problems for him unless he comes to her with them. she takes care of him, quietly, and just like she normally would, and waits him out until he’s ready to talk.
she’s making sure he eats, hydrates, secures his sleep by scratching his back or caressing his skin or burying her hand in his curls. massaging the sore spots after games and applying balms on bruises, kissing him when he plays well and holding him when he doesn’t and she knows he beats himself up for it.
ally just knows he wants to talk to her when she settles into his passenger seat one monday, somehow she feels it in her bones. his right hand may find its place on her thigh, like it always does, but he’s tapping his fingers down on it like he does when he’s nervous. it only stops when she slips her own hand into his, entangles their fingers and slowly drags her thumb over his knuckles.
after she presses a soft peck to his lips and another to his cheek she keeps her eyes trained on their hands, painting shapes and letters onto his skin and playing with the bracelets on his wrist. it’s become a habit, a thing, if you will. love letters and secret messages traced into skin, trails of conversations and silent reassurances traded wordlessly and blindly.
she uses just this to hopefully make will feel less anxious as they’re in the car, tells him i love yous and little hearts through her touch until they’re at his chosen destination. he parks the car at the rink on campus and she goes with him without protest, lets him lead her center ice and follows him when he lays down on it.
they stay there unmoving except for ally slipping her hand back into wills, breath leaving their mouths in small clouds as they’re staring up to the ceiling. ally’s glad to have chosen a hoodie when she left the house in the morning, thinks she might be able to better fight off the cold for as long as will needs. he squeezes her hand once before he starts speaking, a shaky breath before his voice sounds through the empty rink.
“i was drafted to san jose.” ally briefly closed her eyes, having feared this talk would come at some point. after taking a deep breath she squeezes wills hand, silently telling him to continue. “i don’t know when they’ll want me to sign with them but, like- i guess i just want you to know i won’t say no to them. if they do want me.” her green eyes shoot open, head turning to her left to find wills face. “what?” she sounds breathless, scrambling to sit up and turn his head towards her with the hand that’s not in his.
“you think i’d want you to stay here? instead of playing in the nhl?” before will can even nod or talk or do anything, really, she continues. “will, i wouldn’t hold you back. not from achieving your dreams.” her voice breaks slightly somewhere between hold and back and his body acts before his brain catches up when he sits up and wraps her up into his free arm. “that’s not what i’m saying, gorgeous.” he whispers, lips brushing her ear. “i just-, i might, probably, not be around for graduation. or maybe a year before that.”
ally pulls back slightly, leaning her forehead on his and squeezing his hand once more. “i know.” will keeps quiet for a second, the only thing there is to hear is their synchronised breathing. ally thinks they must be a poetic picture, really. center ice in an empty rink, barely enough lights on to find the way to the ice and back. two teenagers all tangled up, foreheads touching, a hand intertwined and wrapped up in the other, breathing in sync and thoughts racing.
“i just need to know how this- how we’ll work. if you’d be up to trying long distance or like, what your plans are.” will continues, his words somewhere between a whisper and a breath. “hey” she murmures gently. “ever thought about what happens if all i need is you?” his eyes shoot open in surprise, clearly having waited for rejection, to be let down gently.
“san jose has a school for criminology, they have a pretty good grad school program for criminal psychology.” she smiles softly at the way his eyes widen. “plus, i only have two more years here” her warm hand squeezes his once more before she breathes deeply, hiding her face into his shoulder after a moment, not only to mask her expression but also the tears forming in her eyes. after she feels a kiss pressed into her hair she lifts her head again.
“i thought you were going to tell me you had to break up with me because they signed you and you didn’t want me to hold you back” her voice is shaky like he’s never heard it and her words make him pull her into his arms fully, fingers detangling and wrapping around her waist instead. with her face pressed into the crook of his neck, he nuzzles his nose into her hair and kisses the top of her head before speaking hoarsely.
“i thought you were going to break up with me because you didn’t want to do long distance” he’s concerned when her shoulders start shaking, thinks she has to be crying but after a second he realizes she’s in fact giggling into his skin. will hesitates for a few more breaths before he, too, can’t hold back the laugh building in his chest, breathing all his anxieties out with it. “i love you, you know” she mumbles into his lips when she’s lifted her head before pressing a lingering kiss to them. “i do know, you looked up schools in san jose for me” he grins.
#alaska argent#goldie's call it what you want au#will smith hockey#will smith hockey imagine#will smith hockey x oc#will smith hockey x reader
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December MC of the Month:
Luca O'Rinn
Please welcome December 2023's MC of the month! Each month, we will highlight one MC or OC that is currently on our Meet My MC / OC List. The MC / OC is selected randomly on the Wheel of Names, and eligibility requirements can be found here. We accept MC / OC profiles on an ongoing basis. Please feel free to send yours in!
This month’s MC of the month is…
@aria-ashryver 's
Luca O'Rinn
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In your own words, tell us what you like most about your MC / OC.
This little idiot just doesn’t stop. They are so damn resilient! I love their bravery, compassion and that Luca takes the time to make sure the people around him feel seen, heard and understood. Communication is important to him — he’s a little tactless or graceless with it sometimes, but he tries so hard to make sure the people he loves know it. I love how talented and inquisitive he is, and that he has such a strong sense of self — Luca just feels so bright to me, so vibrant and joyous. “Lightbringer” was an accidental name meaning, I just picked “Luca” at random when creating my MC because it felt right, but it really was the perfect choice for them!
2. Do you feel your MC / OC is like you at all? How are you alike or different?
Luca is much more impulsive than I am, and has a bigger social battery, but I think we are both the kind of people friends come to for advice and comfort. We are both musically inclined, both love hugs (probably more in my case), animals, and the beauty and magic of the natural world. I’m 6ft tall, Luca is tiny. Luca��s heritage is a nod to my own Scottish roots — my grandparents / great-grandparents emigrated from Scotland, and I’m lamenting the slow death of any Scottish cultural influence in my family’s day-to-day life as the generations pass. There are parts of me in Luca, sure, but ultimately they are very much their own person.
3. What is most important to your MC / OC? What is their motivation in life?
Authenticity, truth, and (this one might sound weird, but) movement. Luca will never be someone he’s not. For him, to live is to grow, to always seek out opportunities to find out more about himself and the world he lives in.
They can’t stand being stagnant and idle, both mentally and physically; Luca is a dancer with a truly avid curiosity, so they just need to keep moving, no matter what they are doing. Right now for Luca, that means having intense, emotional conversations; breathing love into the world; learning new skills; knuckling down on language studies; uncovering vampire lore; fighting to protect the ones he loves; doing a lot of introspective thought and trying to be a better version of himself with every day that passes.
4. What are their biggest pet peeves/dislikes?
Luca has a strong sense of social justice, so there are plenty of things that annoy them —particularly in regard to the treatment of other people; they’ll be the first to jump to someone’s defense— but in terms of more minor pet peeves, pertaining to him personally? Being called “bro” / “man” / “dude” by someone who obviously means it in a cisheteronormative way (and people who blatantly ignore the “they” aspect of their pronouns). Luca definitely picks their battles, and they are totally fine with being called any of those names by friends and family, but it often elicits an eyeroll coming from closed-minded and/or queerphobic people.
Also, early mornings. Luca is firmly of the opinion that mornings should be banned. No more mornings. The day doesn’t exist before 10am. He will never understand how Gabriel keeps getting up at dawn to go for a run. On purpose. That’s just wild.
5. If your MC / OC could change one thing - anything - what would it be?
Luca hasn’t had the easiest life, but it was one that led them to find Cas and Gabe. They would go through it all again and then some if it meant a life of loving those two and being loved by them in turn… but Luca sees how much Cas and Gabriel are hurting, too. How much they ache for a place of belonging. How deeply lonely they have been.
If Luca could change one thing, it would be for them, not himself. He’d bring back their parents. Choi Harin. Sofia Adalhard. Remiel Adalhard. He’d bring back Gabriel’s sisters, Raquel and Michaela. His grandmother, Sarah. His cousin, Joaquin. Cas’s halmeoni, Choi Miyoung. His harabeoji, Choi Yongho. Cas’s best friend, Ricky Harlow.
If Luca could steal them even a moment with the people they have lost, then he’d do it in a heartbeat. He knows it's an impossible dream, but that won’t stop him from making sure that, at the very least, Cas and Gabriel know they will always, always be a part of his family. That the O’Rinns will always be there to welcome them with open arms.
6. What is your MC / OC’s favorite quote or song?
Luca’s favourite song changes with the wind, but at the moment they are making good use of Hozier’s “De Selby (Pt1)” to practice their (rusty) skills on acoustic guitar, as well as their pronunciation of Irish Gaelic (which they’d like to be fluent in — Scottish Gaelic and Irish Gaelic share a root language, so they are very similar in many ways. Think Spanish to Portuguese!) Luca has a firm grasp of Gàidhlig, but the only fluent Irish-speaker in the family is their great aunt Morag. Given the O’Rinn’s ancestral ties to Ireland, Luca aims to fix that!
He’s also currently messing around with some original contemporary choreo to Lee Taemin’s “Just Me and You” and “Guilty”.
7. Is there anything else you’d like to share about your MC / OC?
Luca has come to mean so much to me. I never intended to write about them when I first started reading ID —I had never written fanfic at all!— but the more I learned about them and fleshed out their backstory, the more I knew I had a story to tell. Rather than write a simple, short piece, fool that I am, I decided to dive right into a (currently) 250K+ word longfic centring on not one, but four romantic relationships (Luca x Cas; Luca x Gabriel; Cas x Gabriel; and the dynamic of the poly ship between all three of them).
Despite being a retelling, I think “Starlight” gets a lot thematically heavier than Immortal Desires ever did, with a broader focus on worldbuilding and characterisation, and the experience of writing it has been so rewarding — I think in large part because of Luca.
I just adore them. So much. And I’m grateful to have them along for the ride while we find our way through this story together. There is no one else I’d rather have along for the ride. (Also, I’m sorry I make you suffer so much, sweet Luca. I promise your happily ever after will be worth every hardship 💖)
Thank you so so so much to CFWC for letting me gush about Luca!! If you would like to know more about them, you can read about them in my longfic, “Snow In Crimson, Starlight in Gold” on AO3, or find more on my masterlist.
#cfwc mc of the month#immortal desires#aria-ashryver#luca o'rinn#meet my mc#choices fic writers creations#playchoices#choices the stories you play#december mc of the month
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hi!! why stress when you can be in a fictional world??
so i kept seeing my ex this week 🫣 after not seeing them for a year 🥴 and im over her but it’s like first gay love you know? that shit fucks you up!!!
i kept thinking about abby and how i wish i could text her 😭😭 like babe come pick me up PLEASE
so yeah maybe something around that?? i think we all need some abby comfort
You usually weren’t known for making mistakes.
Seriously, as overconfident and precise as it sounds, you were always the smart one. Level-headed in a way that pissed your friends off when all they wanted to do was go a little feral. Experiment. Let whatever happens, happen.
Yeah, you didn’t buy into that whole “let the universe make your choices for you” moonshine. Didn’t appeal to you in the slightest.
So why, oh, why are you spending your Friday night standing outside of a crumbling sports bar, rubbing at those tears that threaten to fall from your eyes onto the ground below you?
You guess the universe pushes and pushes until it finally has its way with you in the end.
Your fingers had dialed practically everyone of your four roommates in the past 10 minutes that you’ve been standing out in the balmy summer air, but, of fucking course, each call went straight to voice mail every single time.
Figures! The one time you decide to do something out of your comfort zone and everything starts spinning off its axis immediately.
The idea of calling an Uber flits across the back of your mind, but you really don’t want to spend anymore money tonight, having already handed your card over to the bartender enough times that you were thoroughly buzzed and feeling that if you checked your bank account right now, all of those vodka sodas would come racing back up your throat. Hard pass.
It isn’t until you scroll through your contacts for the fifth consecutive time and land right back at the top, however, that you stop to consider what may be the most obvious answer of the night: Abby Anderson. Fuckin’ duh.
Abby “Permanent Designated Driver” Anderson. The girl who has decidedly quit drinking altogether after deciding that she really wants to take her whole softball career seriously. Abby Anderson who is always, always wide awake into the deep recesses of the night, cramming for her 8am or putting in a few last minute hours at the gym.
Abby Anderson, sweet, sweet, Abby, somehow bestowed with the patience of a saint and the subtlety of a freight train, who will definitely pick you up, but won’t hesitate to ask what you’re doing at this ratty old place at 2:30 in the morning.
It’s probably a lot better than practically dragging your way home, so, why not?
You dial the number and she picks up within 3 rings, a little out of breath. You guess she took on the weight room, tonight.
“Yeah?”
Your body stiffens. Fuck! How well do you actually know Abby? You’ve barhopped with her and some other friends in the past, but most of those nights were spent casually sipping at a bottle of soda while you listen to everyone else converse and socialize. When was the last time you actually spoke to her?
“Is this one of those county cop calls that keeps going around campus, cause I’m not signing your fuckin’ petition—“
“No, no!” You blurt out, a little surprised at yourself. “It’s just— I mean, it’s just…me?”
Abby says your name inquisitively through the phone, sounding as startled as you are. “Hey…is everything alright?”
You scan your surroundings as if they’ll give you the answer that you’re looking for, and shrug like she can see you. Could be worse, you guess?
“Are you busyyy tonight?” You slur a little, and she seems concerned at the sound.
“No, I’m, uh, free? Are you in—“
“Could you, maybeee, give me a ride home?”
You think you can hear a ‘pause sound’ moving through her head, or maybe you’re just a bit more drunk than you thought.
“Yeah! Yeah, totally, just…are you off-campus, or—?”
“Mmhmm! I’llsendyouthelocation, byeee!”
You click the end call button and stare st the black screen. Since when did you get so frazzled over talking to her? She sounds the same as she usually does, right? Choosing not to think about it too much, the location is sent her way and, judging by the distance, she should be there in 20 minutes.
She’s there in 15. You hear her before you can actually make out the vehicle in the distance. It’s late. The roads are empty. You didn’t give her much context, so, you don’t exactly blame her for hurrying.
But her car pulls up in front of you like a heavy metal chariot, and you get a little anxious about stepping into the passenger’s seat in your sheer black dress and platform heels.
Neither of you say anything for the first minute and you’re rather grateful. Your insides feel like poorly melted snow, and you’re not sure if it’s the way that Abby’s gripping the steering wheel or the fact that she keeps glancing over at you through the side window. You see your legs shift against the leather seats, but your mind is elsewhere.
“Did you, uh, get to the bar alone?” She begins, tapping her thick fingers against the wheel, sounding like she’s trying to broach something, but you don’t know what it is yet.
You squint down at your phone screen to check the time again. Right. The evening started way earlier than you remembered.
“Nope. Came here on a blind date.”
Abby tries not to react like that shocks her, but she doesn’t quite make the mark.
“You went—! Oh! Right! ‘course! Makes sense…”
Silence, again. The kind that’s unbearable in situations like these. You roll down the window for some fresh air, but it makes the both of you sweat even more.
“Did it…go well?”
You purse your lips together and shake your head. “Nope. She was kind of a dick.”
Abby lets out a breathy chuckle at your answer and you decide to keep going.
“She wasn’t really that into me. Kept chatting up the waitress and interrupting me whenever I spoke. Said she had to leave early to pick up her little brother from his friend’s house, but she said she was an only child when I asked earlier, so…”
“Damn…that’s—that’s rough…”
“Yeah…”
What is with the both of you and pained silences? Seems to be something in the air tonight.
Abby clears her throat while you’re silently moping at the memories, and when you get to a red light, she turns to take you in.
“If it makes you feel any better, the last date I went on snuck out of the back door before dessert.”
You gasp, dramatically, and she rolls her eyes in the same manner.
“No fuckin’ way! You’re tellin’ meee that someone would actually pass up a chance to go on a date with you?” The utter disbelief that you stare up at her with makes her cheeks go pink, and she can’t help but feel a little satisfied with herself. She smiles, a little bitterly.
“Not as much of a catch as you think I am, babe.”
You can’t help but giggle. “Oh, I hardly believe that, Ms. Anderson.”
If there’s one thing you can thank the alcohol for, besides getting you in Abby’s car in the first place, it’s the extra push it gives you to go for the things you actually want.
“You know, Abigail, if you’re into it, we could, maybe, do a repeat performance of our shitty dates with each other, and make them…not shitty? How’s that sound?”
You feel the smile before you see it on her face. It’s like she can bring the warmth of the sun into any space she occupies.
“Well…” she starts “As long as you promise to at least tell me before you sneak out the back, then, we got ourselves a deal.”
You’re giddy with all that light she brings. And, you think, briefly, that sure, maybe you don’t usually make these kinds of mistakes, but at least this one scored you a date with THE Abby Anderson.
So, maybe, possibly, the universe could very well be onto something.
#Bestie tell me why this is 1.3k words after I told myself it would be something short and sweet 🫣 I hope u like it <3#my first wlw relationship BROKE me so don’t beat urself up over still seeing them!!!#take care of urself I love u💜#abby anderson x reader#abby anderson#abby anderson fanfic#lovey replies!#abby anderson fluff
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Rachel Daly x Millie Bright x Reader
Part Nine - Our Girl
The incident in Barcelona became less prominent in your mind as the days that followed passed, your bruises had started to fade and you were starting to settle back into your life with Rachel. Millie had popped by every day to check on you and the entire incident had made the news, programmes like This Morning had approached to tell your story but you didn’t feel ready yet. It was still too raw to talk about with your girlfriend let alone the entire world! Nevertheless you knew it would be a good opportunity to shine a light onto the treatment of women - nothing that women already didn’t know but it helps to keep the conversation at the forefront of people’s minds. You said you’d contact them when you’re ready but for now you’re just trying to transition back into your normal life. With your blessing, Millie had partaken in interviews discussing what happened in the bar and was revelling in the praise being given that she so rightly deserved. You’d give her every award that existed if you could, without her you don’t know what would have happened. The house was covered in flowers and you had eaten your weight in chocolate that had been sent from people who wanted to show their support; mostly teammates of Rach and Mills but your family and friends had also visited once you returned home. You know what happened to you isn’t the worse thing to ever happen to a woman and felt a bit guilty of all the attention being throw your way when there’s people out there who have dealt with so much worse who don’t receive half the attention that your story has. It’s only because patrons in the bar shared their videos online and the incident involved England’s captain that it had reached media outlets. Rachel reminded you every day that you’re allowed to feel cared for too, you don’t have to be silent just because someone has it worse than you. Millie came over most evenings to wind down with you both, sometimes not going back to her own house and staying the night. Her visits had become a lot more subdued and often consisted of you all just sitting on the sofa watching films; you three didn’t need words to make you feel at peace, just each other’s company was enough.
Your bruises that had faded to yellow were a few days from disappearing completely, with every day you were starting to feel more like yourself again without the constant black and blue reminder of that night on your arm. Every evening when you were snuggled up the girls would stroke it and pepper your skin with silent kisses believing the more love they gave you the quicker it would disappear. They smothered you with their love, reminding you every second of every day that they care so deeply about you. As soon as you made a move to get up they would ask what you wanted and would get it for you, not once did you make the teas during the week after your return, even when you bathed they tenderly washed your hair.
You still went to Rachel’s games and Millie would often be seen in the stands with you rather than at Chelsea ones. You argued that Millie needed looking after too, at least your injury didn’t put World Cup dreams in jeopardy! She should be the one being looked after, not you! The World Cup was approaching fast and in a few months they’ll both be off to Australia, Millie still wasn’t fit enough to play and you were growing more and more concerned with every passing week. The defender put on a positive face, believing with every bone in her body that she’d be better in time. You however, was a bit more realistic.
“Millie sit down, I’ll do this!” you rushed into the kitchen so you could boil the kettle, reaching for three mugs out of the cupboard before she could. “I’m fine!” she expressed, rolling her eyes and batting you away with a limp hand. “No, you’re not! I’m not leaving you here alone, you’re the captain now they need you to get better!” Wrapping your arms around her waist you tried your hardest to pick her up but failed, Millie ‘Brick Wall’ Bright could not be moved! “Rach, tell her!” you shouted over to your girlfriend who was tapping away on her laptop at the table. Looking over the top of the reading glasses to see her girls both stood with their hands on their hips willing her to be on their side. She took her glasses off to get her facial expression to appear more stern “best friend, I can’t go to Australia without you now do what she says!” Rachel was desperately trying to complete her level 2 coaching certificate so she could start her own youth team - not like she didn’t already have enough to do! She’d recently partaken in a youth group programme and her new goal was to create her own.
Turning to face Millie with a confident pout of satisfaction from winning, her eyebrow raised unamused with the decision. “If I’m so unfit, could I do this?” standing her ground as she suddenly picked you up off the floor. “Oh my god Mills put me down! Stop!”wriggling and slapping her back in frustration of not being listened to. Perching you onto the kitchen side and slotting herself between your legs, “better?” she asked sarcastically causing you to roll your eyes. Her move was sexy yet irritating at the same time, folding your arms reluctant to let her disobey you. “I don’t remember you complaining on holiday” her voice turned cocky which finally drew Rachel’s eyes away from the computer to join you both in the kitchen. “I’ve been waiting for the right time to ask this actually, what did happen on holiday?” sensually stroking up your leg as Millie copied on the other. “Is anyone gonna make the tea around here?” desperately trying to change the subject as you reached over to the kettle. Millie blocked your attempt “no” she said shaking her head with that cocky smile of hers. Having them both batting their eyelashes at you and still tickling your legs it was becoming extremely hard to think about anything else apart from throwing yourself at them. “Nah, I wanna know exactly what happened. I’ve waited long enough” Rachel said slowly as she swiped your hand from reaching the kettle switch again. “Millie’s not well enough for this, she shouldn’t even be standing!” you tried to divert their attention but actively not making any attempt to flee their advances. “I remember picking you up last week and you didn’t argue” she stroked the hair that dangled in front of your face away from your eyes, willing you to drop it. “I was drunk, I wasn’t thinking about your knee I was thinking about-” you shouted exhausted before being cut off by Rachel, “what.. what were you thinking about my love? Tell me” she encouraged. With them both looking up at you with their big blue eyes you caved “getting fucked! Happy now?” “fucked by who baby?” Rach continued asking with her sickly sweet tone as their finger tips continued sliding up and down your legs. “Millie!” your eyes rolled knowing there was no way you were getting out of this, not that you wanted to and you knew exactly where it was going. Rachel slipped her arms under your legs and lifting you off of the kitchen side, throwing you over her shoulder as she headed for the stairs. “Come on Mills, let’s go fuck our girl” Those words turning you on instantly with anticipation of what was about to happen.
Reaching the bedroom, your lips quickly found Rachel‘s neck, holding your hand out for Millie to take and be included too. “No no no” Rachel stopped you as she pulled her face away from yours. “I want you both to tell me exactly what happened that night, play-by-play” placing you softly onto the bed and ready to listen intently.
As Millie led Rachel through what she had done to you that night, Rachel re-enacted the moment precisely. You’d missed the sexual touch of your girlfriend as Millie watched her go down on you. Next, you told Rachel what you did to Millie and watched as she recreated the sequences on her best friend. The night continued well into the morning with you three fumbling around in the bedsheets together for hours.
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Hi! Could I have hcs for Kisame reacting to a new akatsuki member who was also born in Kirigakure? Would he interact with them? Talk to them?
Our big shark baby🥺 I hope you angels are doing well and that you have a good day. I have work later tn so I’ll try to put out at least one more response before heading out. If not, they’ll be completed throughout the week😘
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•I feel that at the very beginning Kisame would be hesitant, but yet again most of them go through an adjustment period
•getting used to a new comrade who may or may not try or actually betray them
•while that newbie also gets used to living with so many others, the routines, and getting comfortable with a new partner(one you now trust with your life & visa versa)
•is definitely a recipe for an awkward first couple of weeks
•now, once the first month has passed, I could see Kisa slowly opening up. Starting with a simple “hey” as he walks into the room, or “mornin’” when the two of you make eye contact in the kitchen. Both groggy as fuck from just waking up
•as time progresses, so do the conversations
•kisa sharing his opinions on the topic you’re currently speaking about, or if he’s having a talk with Itachi, he’ll say your name, wanting you to join in
•Kisame is good on picking up & sensing one’s moods right? So if he notices you feeling a bit hesitant or anxious about something, he’ll give you a big ole’ reassuring shoulder squeeze
•when you two happen to be alone, he’ll crack a joke, wanting to fill the silence but not bombard you into a full blown conversation if you’re not up to it
•now, if you’re more on the chatty side, kisa would definitely have fun with that
•bringing up something random and the two of you will have talks that could last for hours, until either one of you decide to go to bed or if another member tells you two to shut up and take it elsewhere(I could see deidara doing this lol)
•during the night, if you and Kisame find themselves not being able to sleep, I could see the two of you finding a little nook, sitting across from each other. Speaking about more private & intimate matters
•like you’re time when you still lived in Kirigakure, and what brought you to the akatsuki
•it’s not until your first deep conversation with the shark man that you two truly bond and now the two of you are inseparable. Now finding peace in more than just a comrade but a friend too
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Less People Die AU where Lamina stops Brandy from murdering Arachne by offering her food. They strike up a mini alliance. Tanner and Treech are, naturally, drawn into this little team. Because of this, they stick together while touring the arena. Since they’re all together with their mentors they stick a little closer to the entrance while discussing strategy when the bombs go off. Brandy snaps out of it first and realizes the peacekeepers are still down. She drags Tanner to his feet and calls out to Lamina and Treech, who are helping their mentors. The tributes from 1 and 2 are also starting to get up. This is their opportunity.
They run
Brandy and Tanner are the first out of the arena, Treech and Lamina behind them. Marcus isn’t far behind. Gunshots ring out behind them and Treech cries out, but he isn’t faltering for a second so it can wait. In seconds they’ve passed the gates. They go diagonally to the side so they can’t be shot through the gate and soon enough they get through the trees and into the city. Now what? If they get caught, they’re dead, but they’re four kids in a massive city. They can stay hidden if they’re careful. Treech suggests they find a decent hiding spot first and then start planning, since it won’t matter if they’re caught now. After a minute of sneaking around they find a small alleyway that’s easy to miss if you’re not looking carefully, and they crouch down to figure out where to go from here. They decide that trying to escape the city now is a terrible idea, even if it would make them feel the safest to get out pronto. By now, everyone’s likely on high alert. If they can stay hidden long enough for people to lower their guards, they have higher odds to get out. And so they do that.
Tanner brings up that anyone looking for them will likely be on the ground, so the higher up they are the better. They find a relatively low roof and climb on top of it, Lamina and Treech first because they can get off easily if it’s unsafe. Once they’re on there it doesn’t take long to find a spot in a relatively crowded area that has hiding spots for if any helicopters or drones pass by. One of the most important parts about running away is doing the unexpected. If you stay somewhere no one would think to look, they’ll never find you. The roof they climbed onto was in a less secure area, and they haven’t been in view of any cameras, so the Capitol genuinely has no idea where they’ve gone. The roof they’re on is in a more secure area, so no one would think to check the roofs of all places in that area for a bunch of kids. Especially because they perceive those kids to be dumb animals.
Everything that happens to the other tributes is televised, so the four watch what happened to Facet, Velvereen, and Sabyn. What could’ve happened to them if they’d been just a little slower. They see the interviews and wonder just how horrible it must feel for the others to have to perform like that just to survive. They’re still in the city when the games happen and see how Marcus was put on display. It’s meant as a threat to them, but when Reaper climbs onto the beams to check on him, the speakers pick up their conversation. Marcus asks if “the others” were found, and Reaper reassures him that Brandy, Tanner, Lamina, and Treech are still unfound. Marcus seems relieved, before begging Reaper to end his suffering. And it’s no longer a threat to the tributes. It’s a threat to the Capitol. You caught some of us, but you can’t catch us all.
Only Arachne seems concerned with the prize when interviewed about her tribute’s disappearance. Pup, Domitia, and Vipsania only seem worried about their wellbeing. They (aside from Brandy) want to reassure them, but when the cheating scandal comes out they know it’s the time to leave. Everyone’s attention is on Snow and his “dishonorable actions”, so if there was ever a time to escape the city this is it. By this point they have a proper exit strategy. Maps Treech stole while out getting them food helped them plot out an escape route and within a day they’ve left the city, never to be found again by anyone they didn’t want to fine them. Truly, the Capitol couldn’t catch them all.
Fuck I kinda wanna write this now
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Summary: reader proposes in a morphine haze reader is injured and Rooster has to make decisions, bringing to light some hard truths about life without your parents
Warnings: Dead parents; description of injuring a knee and a brief mention of surgery; the author has only a vague understanding of orthopedics; narcotics; there’s a hallucinated bear. We talk a tiny lil bit of shit about Bob. Swears.
A/N: Top Gun fic is giving me an outlet to work through my own grief and trauma around my father’s death on active duty. The askbox/inbox is always open.
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The slide is perfect. Arms up, figure four, tight core, butt skimming the ground. Your foot connects with bag and you lurch upwards, flinging yourself to your feet to cut towards third base, only while most of you goes left, your knee goes right, the sickening crunch and the pop drowned out by the scream that claws its way from your throat.
The second baseman’s ponytail sticks to your sweaty face when she lowers you into the dirt, and her shrieks for help barely register. The pain is blinding, deafening, and feels like it might be kinder for her to just hit you and knock you out. Footsteps, dozens of them, approach from all sides, your teammates and hers running to your side calling out for someone to call for an ambulance, and then suddenly you’re lifted into the air.
Bradley, you register, it’s Bradley and he’s carrying you… somewhere… the bench, where he sets you down and and you scream again when someone tries to straighten your leg and your ears are pounding with rushing blood but you can pick out the curses Bradley shouts at whoever it is.
“Look at me,” he says, both hands on your face. “You have to slow down. Look at me. You’re going to pass out if you don’t slow down.” Slow down what, you scramble, slowdownwhat but his lips are pursed and he’s - oh, your breathing. Slow down your breathing.
He’s barking orders at someone again and you focus on the air moving in and out of your lungs. “We have to move you,” he says, and more tears spill over your filthy cheeks. “The ambulance can’t get back here, we have to get to the parking lot.”
He doesn’t ask, only mumbles sorry again and again as he bundles you into his arms once more, reminding you to breathe in between apologies on the agonizing walk from your field to the front of the complex. You’re hanging on to his neck for dear life, his chest muffling your whimpers. His steps are long, even, steady, He’s trying so hard not to cause you more pain.
Whatever EMS gives you is liquid heaven. It works well and it works fast, numbing you to what you’re eventually told, hours later in your emergency room bed, is a very torn ACL and a splintered kneecap. It’s a serious injury, requiring serious surgery, and you seriously can’t be bothered.
“Is this morphine?” You look up at the bags hung over your head, following the tubing down to your arm.
“I think one of them is.” Bradley’s smile is so nice.
“I like it.” His smile is really nice. “Oh no, we were gonna eat!”
“We can still eat.”
“Are you gonna come over?” Your tongue feels thick, your head feels heavy.
“Well. We do live together.”
“Oh yeah…” Everything goes dim, fading slowly into black, Bradley’s hand in yours even as you go limp with the restless sleep of narcotic pain relief.
Later your nurse will tell you that he only let you out of his sight for the actual operation, and on the occasion he fell asleep in the chair by your bed. They’ll tell you he carried on a full conversation with you about the bear you insisted was stealing your blankets - the anesthesia takes a long time to work its way out of your system, and it makes you see things. When you’re fully awake, and in so much pain it makes you mean, he takes the brunt of your wrath. He stays by your side.
He’s there in the morning, passed out in the chair, when the combination of pain meds and sleep have taken the edge off, though there’s an awful throbbing at what you assume is the incision site under all the bandaging. You can’t really move, with your leg propped up on a complicated pile of pillows, but you can reach far enough to grab the bed remote and raise your head. The noise jolts him awake.
“Hey handsome.”
He smiles, stretching before getting to his feet to move closer to your bed. “How do you feel?”
“It hurts.” You close your eyes briefly when he strokes a hand over your hair, kisses your forehead. A flicker of a memory passes through your mind. “Was Bob here?”
His smile falters, recovers quickly. “He came to check on you. Squad was pretty worried about you, but you can only have two visitors at a time. Bob’s got the strongest stomach for hospitals.”
“Bullshit.” You’re not sure why he’s lying, but as much as you adore Robert Floyd he’s not the one you’d peg for hospital duty.
“It’s nothing, he just came to check on you,” he repeats.
“Bradshaw, why are you lying about this?” Irritation doesn’t so much as creep into your voice as it does kick open the doors. “What happened?”
Bradley squirms, shifts on his feet before dragging his chair closer to the bedside. He takes your hand in both of his and presses your fingers to his lips, taking a long, slow inhale and exhale. “I had to get your parents’ death certificates. Bob knows where the safe and the keys are.”
Your brain doesn’t register what he’s said for a beat. You just blink at him. “What?”
He looks down at the IV in your arm, thumbing at the peeling bandage. “I had to show them that I’m your decision maker.”
“Oh.” Your chest swells and your eyes get hot. “Oh.”
“Yeah.” He grips your hand tighter, still fussing with the edge of the bandage with his other hand. “They weren’t like… rude about it. They’re just… just doing their jobs.”
“Yeah.” Your voice is barely a whisper, your throat is so tight.
The two of you sit in silence. It’s not the first time you’ve been confronted with your lack of decision makers, but it’s the first time Bradley’s had to do something like this. Handle an emergency for you.
“We could just get married.”
“There’s paperwork we can get to-”
You speak at the same time, but Bradley’s the one rendered slack jawed. It almost makes you smile.
“Babe.”
“Yeah we could get powers of attorney but that’s just more paperwork we’d have to show anytime something happens. If we just get married, that’s it.” You think your reasoning is perfectly sound. Bradley’s looking at you like you’ve grown another arm.
“Babe.” It seems to be the only word he can say.
“It’s just some paperwork at the courthouse, Bradshaw.”
“It is not.” His eyes harden a little, mouth gets a little thin. Oh.
“I’m sorry.” You stroke your thumb over the back of his hand and lean your head back into your pillows. The thought of him having to prove your parents are dead, that he’s all you have… it hurts worse than the knee. “This must have been hard for you.”
“Wasn’t fun.” You hear him take another long inhale.
“If something happened to you,” you start, timidly. “I’d have to call Bob, too.”
His hand tightens around yours so hard it’s crushing. He releases when you grimace. “This is a shitty proposal, you know.”
You laugh, delicately because holy shit does it hurt to jostle your leg. “Did you have a Disneyland thing planned out? Tahoe at sunset? Ooooo, Big Bear at Christmas?”
“Maybe.” He scrunches his nose, scratching at his mustache. “Babe, this is serious.” Even under the ugly fluorescent lights of your hospital room, you can see the hints of gold in his dark eyes.
“Of course it is.” It’s not the first time you’ve talked about getting married, but it’s always been a future concept for the both of you. An inevitability, but a long way off. “We can still plan a wedding, you can still surprise me with a ring, whatever. But I can’t…” You pause, chew on your lip. “You’re my person, baby, and you had to prove it to a stranger.” You’re not sure you’ll ever get over the guilt of it. “So let’s just go to the courthouse and make it official.”
“This proposal sucks.”
“You said that,” you smile. “Is it a yes, though?”
“Of course it’s a yes,” he smiles, shaking his head, kissing your hand again. “We can have a real wedding though. A small one. I want our people there.”
Our people, you think, when another dose of morphine drops and your eyes get heavy, Bradley shifting to recline in his chair beside you, hand firmly clasped in yours. A couple of orphans, maybe lacking decision makers, but surrounded by family anyway.
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