#- gabi writes

[prettygirl-gabi]

Title: “Sealed with a Ring”

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Reader

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 1,267

Fandom: UConn Women’s Basketball

Summary: After secretly eloping a year ago, Paige and Reader have kept their marriage under wraps, but anniversaries and memories are to good not to share...

Paige and I had never been the type to do things traditionally.

Our love story started in a way that felt effortless, like the universe had been waiting for us to finally meet. Four years together and a year secretly married, we were as solid as ever, even if the rest of the world didn’t know.

And honestly? We liked it that way.

Our elopement had been quiet, intimate, and perfect—just us, a small ceremony with our closest friends and family, and matching simple bands that had symbolized our commitment long before we’d made it official.

But of course, Paige being Paige, she had still surprised me months later with a stunning diamond ring.

“For when you want something a little flashier,” she’d said, slipping it onto my finger before I had a chance to argue.

I had worn it, but never in the traditional way. It was either looped onto a delicate gold chain around my neck or sitting comfortably on my left middle finger. It kept people from asking too many questions, and since no one suspected we were already married, it was easier that way.

Still, Paige was patient. She never pushed, never questioned why I wasn’t ready to show off what was already ours.

Until today.

It was our first wedding anniversary.

Four years together, one year of marriage, and not a single regret.

Paige had planned a perfect day—brunch at our favorite spot, a cozy afternoon at home watching old highlights of each other’s games, and now, a quiet dinner just the two of us.

“You’re staring,” I teased, setting down my fork as Paige’s eyes lingered on me.

She smirked, twirling her wine glass between her fingers. “Can’t help it. My wife is beautiful.”

Heat rushed to my cheeks, even after all this time. “You’ve been calling me your wife all day.”

“Because you are,” she said simply, reaching for my hand across the table. “And I think it’s time the rest of the world knows it too.”

I knew what she meant before she even said it.

She wanted us to finally share our rings. To stop hiding.

To be seen.

I swallowed, glancing at my hand where my band rested snugly against my skin. I wasn’t afraid of people knowing. It was just… ours. Private.

But when I looked up at Paige, her expression soft and patient, I realized something.

I wasn’t scared of sharing.

I just needed the right moment.

And what better time than now?

“Okay,” I said finally, squeezing her hand. “Let’s do it.”

Her eyes lit up, and before I knew it, she was pulling out her phone.

The Instagram story went up within minutes.

It was a simple photo—our hands intertwined, matching wedding bands gleaming under the dim lighting of the restaurant. The caption?

One year married, four years of love.💕

We didn’t think much of it.

But the internet did.

By the time we got home, social media was in shambles.

TikTok was exploding.

Fan edits popped up within minutes, clips of us laughing on the court, walking together on campus, sharing subtle touches during interviews—all set to emotional background music.

One video had nearly 500k views already, with the caption:

PAIGE AND Y/N WERE MARRIED THIS WHOLE TIME?!??

The comments were even wilder:

• “THEY’RE WIVES? NO ONE TALK TO ME.”

• “I KNEW THOSE MATCHING BANDS MEANT SOMETHING.”

• “This is the greatest plot twist in UConn history.”

Instagram and X weren’t much better.

Our post was reshared thousands of times, with people dissecting every little detail. Theories ran wild—how long had we been married? Who knew? Did Coach Geno officiate the wedding? (Spoiler: No, but the idea was hilarious.)

Even the WNBA’s official account got in on the fun, commenting:

Well, well, well… look who decided to tell us. Congrats, you two.

Paige was lying on the couch, scrolling through her phone with a giant grin while I sat cross-legged on the floor, watching the chaos unfold.

“This is insane,” I muttered, watching another TikTok fly past my screen.

Paige chuckled. “You’re the one who agreed to post it.”

I sighed dramatically, flopping against her legs. “Yeah, yeah. I just didn’t expect people to react like this.”

Her fingers ran through my hair, soothing. “Do you regret it?”

I turned my head to look up at her, taking in the way her blue eyes softened.

“No,” I admitted. “I think I like it.”

She beamed. “Good, because there’s no going back now.”

The next morning, the media frenzy had only intensified.

Even our teammates were clowning us in the group chat.

Icey B: Y’ALL REALLY JUST DROPPED THAT AND WENT TO BED????

Hey Arnold: I BEEN KNEW but I’m still screaming.

Z²: Not y’all making it sound like a press release 😭 “one year married, four years of love” lmao.

Sar bear: Geno is gonna have QUESTIONS.

P boogs: 🤷🏼‍♀️

I laughed, tossing my phone onto the bed. “Our teammates are so dramatic.”

Paige flopped onto the mattress beside me, her arm draping over my waist. “They love us. The fans love us.” She kissed my temple. “And I love you.”

I sighed happily, turning to bury my face in her neck. “Love you too, Mrs. Bueckers.”

She hummed. “Say that again.”

“Mrs. Bueckers,” I teased.

Paige grinned, tightening her hold on me. “Best thing I’ve ever heard, Mrs. Bueckers.”

And just like that, the whole world knew.

But at the end of the day, it didn’t change a thing.

Paige was mine.

I was hers.

And that was all that mattered.

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-Thank You For Reading!🩵🩶

-prettygirl-gabi🎀✨️

[ihamtmus]

it's easy to enjoy a fanfic without saying anything but it's also really simple to say something and make the author's entire day and also gain someone that would die and kill for you

in other words, if you come back to reread a fic (even a very old one), TELL THE AUTHOR! they're gonna be so so happy i promise you

[prongspoet]

broken hearted | luke castellan.

first time writing for luke, so hope this is okay! tell me what u think in the reblogs i would love to know and get more luke asks!

summary: the curse of cabin 10 makes aphrodite!reader pretend to date her best friend so she doesn't have to cause a heartbreak to her actual crush. even though, at the end of it, she's the only one who had her heart broken. major inspo from this concept.

"You're staring." y/n' best friend, luke castellan, head counselor of the hermes cabin, pointed the fact out, side eying the girl right at his side, after looking at the boy sword training in front of them.

"he's staring back." the aphrodite girl said with a grin. the sunlight bathing her head making it comfortingly warm. luke would know, since he was the one caressing it while she laid down next to him. both of them on the grass, enjoying the late afternoon at camp. "so..."

michael dawson, ares' kid, was, in fact, staring. luke couldn't blame him, the way his best friend looked made everyone pay attention to her. she didn't even had to try. and still, the swordfighting happening in front of them made luke even more sure that mike needed a way so she could notice him. not naturally, but somehow, it worked, since the girl payed attention to him as soon as he started.

"oh well, like mother like daughter, huh. " he continued, in a mocking tone, holding his laugh, raising himself by his elbows, before taking one of his hands to the girl's arm. "your siblings wouldn't be too happy to see the goody two shoes dating an ares' kid, would they?"

"gods, don't fucking say that." she giggled, hiding her face with both of her hands. she went quiet for a second, still staring at the boy. "ares' kid or not.." y/n sighed, pouting slightly. "mike's nicer than the others, he wouldn't deserve to be a guinea pig."

"what do you mean?"

"you know what i have to do.” the girl muttered, with a soft sigh. she couldn't blame her mother, she worshipped aphrodite; her beauty, her power, her knowledge and her actions. that didn't mean that she enjoyed the judgment. the need to make someone else feel miserable just because she could. it wasn't fair. "the first love heart break thing."

"i'm glad i'm not in his shoes, that's for sure." the boy whispered, with a chuckle, still trying to be as quiet as possible. his thumb caressing her arm incessantly. it made her skin burn. in a second, y/n abruptly raised her chin, getting supported by her elbows, getting muffled groan from luke, once it hit his ribs. "what is it?"

"you could be!"

"am i your first love, daisy?" he raised one of his eyebrows, with a mischievous grin stamped on the boys face. the scar in his eye making itself more clear. "you should have told me sooner- ouch!"

"shut up, hero. listen to me!" he knew that tone. and as anyone else who had a single bit of sense, he kept quiet, wanting nothing more to hear her insane idea. "we could pretend to be boyfriend and girlfriend." the smile on her delicate face kept getting bigger as she explained her brilliant - yet not completely effective - idea. "i could pretend to break your heart. no one gets hurt, i can stay with mike after is over, and my mom ends up being proud of me!"

the aphrodite girl stared at him expectedly, hoping he would buy her insane plan, hoping he could save her from doing something he never imagined her doing it. luke got quiet for a minute. his eyes were darker than usual. he couldn't stand that. y/n knew her best friend well enough to know that he meant to say something. he never truly did. "you shouldn't be looking for her approval."

"i'm not searching for approval i'm just trying to prove myself.."

"you don't have to prove your devotion to her by doing this." his tone stern, more quiet. colder. "you burn offerings for her every single day. you pray, you're always expressing how incredible she is."

"you don't have to do it if you don't want to."

and suddenly, the idea seemed more appealing than ever. she wasn't using her charmspeak on him. no, luke knew how sugary and sweet y/n's words could be when she wanted to. at that moment, his best friend was just being honest. and even though he could retribute that feeling, luke felt that he needed to do it. just for her.

"yeah," he nodded. defeated. "fine, i'll do it."

"really?" the girl hugged him tight. more excited than ever. "thank you boyfriend!"

"yeah, yeah." he grinned, letting her rest her head on his chest, carefully watching y/n closing her eyes, like nothing else would ever bother her. "just don't be too mean when you dump me."

pretending was easy.

they've always been stuck to each other. having dinner with each other. burning offerings with each other. planning capture the flag with each other. training, swimming, talking, sneaking out to parties. always with one right after the other.

it wasn't supposed to be different, they just had to make it more believable.

"we should be holding hands," y/n pointed out as the couple walked calmly to the main area, where dinner was starting. "silena asked me why we never hold hands if we're dating, so i thought we could make it more..."

"real, yeah." luke nodded, grabbing her hand right the next second she spoke. "c'mon, girlfriend, hurry up." he grinned, and she couldn't help but grin back. "i'm starving."

luke could do that. he could kiss her in front of people, and tell everyone the way they got together. he could hold hands with her, caress her back and almost have a heart attack when she kissed him behind his ear. he could live with that, yeah. it was normal. it was pretending.

until it started to change. suddenly. quickly.

he noticed her. the eyes, the shape of her face, the way her eyebrows moved when she laughed, and the look she gave him every single time she entered a room he was already in, and luke couldn't help but pay attention at her soft hair, how excited she became while looking at pretty flowers, and especially, how her fingers felt against his own scalp when they needed to do some pretending. she was an aphrodite kid after all. y/n was charming. y/n was lovely. y/n was his girlfriend, at least for a while.

and she couldn't help but notice him either. how his scar looked more bright when they. the subtle, yet attentive and gentle way he taught her how to hold a sword, how to train, how to fight. the infuriating way at how he held her chin up slightly, every single time, before sealing his lips against hers.

and for once, neither of them were pretending.

the bonfire started earlier that night, but the couple came to it late; y/n helped one of her sisters who was in a small crises, and her sweet caring boyfriend waited for her by the aphrodite cabin's door, holding her hand as soon as she got out, so they could sit together at one of the logs, full of campers, chartering, telling stories, and enjoying the peacefulness that the simple event emanate.

luke choose one of the back logs for a reason, it was darker, harder to anyone else to see them. even so, as soon as the boy started to leave little pecks at her jaw, he was able to hear some whistles and exclamations. teenagers were gonna be teenagers after all.

"alright," y/n sat upstraight, taking a deep breath before continuing. "you can't do that here."

"i'm just having fun!" the boy said with a mischievous grin. he knew way to well what he was doing. she hoped he would do it forever. the teasing, the almost getting caught made her heart sink every time. "you are my girlfriend after all."

"don't get ahead of yourself, hero." she muttered, grinning at him, before sealing lips with him again. "i still have to break your heart."

"are you sure about that?" he furrowed his eyebrows, pretending to be offended, but getting right back at his job pretty quickly. "i'll just enjoy it until the time comes then."

she laughed, taking her head back so he could have full access to her neck, delicately taking one of her hands to his scalp. and he noticed how much he loved that sound. so much in a way he wished he could bottle it up so he could taste it every time he felt miserable. that wasn't possible. but y/n promised that as long as they were together, he was allowed to make her laugh any time he wanted to, if if meant getting him happy.

that's why it hurt even more when he did what he did.

when he revealed himself to be the traitor.

"come with me."

"i'm sorry, what the hell are you doing?" she cried out, feeling her heart beating faster than ever. "you're not thinking straight. you're not. you're not like this, i-" the words got caught up in her throat. y/n felt like she could pass out at any minute. "i know you luke." her voice was a mere pleading by then, hoping with all her soul he would hear. "you wouldn't do this to me."

"you mean a lot to me, daisy, but this is fucking different."

he was different, and she finally noticed. his eyes darker, his tone stern, and the way he held himself up, like he was prepared for a fight.

y/n would never fight him.

and he would never fight her, right?

and when luke turned his back against her, letting the aphrodite girl caught up with a sob, furrowing her eyebrows, feeling the tears already soaking up her eyes, y/n thought she understood.

maybe aphrodite didn't buy it. and even if she did, she knew it started out with a lie. y/n was playing house. thinking she could be smarter than her mom, she could prove it to everyone else how that curse was a lie, and that nothing would happen to the one that didn't completed it.

but it did happend.

no demigod could ever stand out a god. y/n was no exception.

and she finally understood that.

by the end of the day, y/n went back to her well known cabin, shamefully, missing her radiant aura and pretty smile, hiding a shattered heart in her pocket.

[casualaruanienjoyer]

What would these Aot characters do at a theme park?

Armin: spends the day figuring out how to win minigames. Ends up winning several bags of prizes and a ridiculously large plushie for Annie.

Annie: carries around her giant plushie, takes it on rides and buys all the photo ops. Armin's face is covered in all of them by the plushie. They are now sworn enemies.

Jean: shooting rides, tries to get the highest score. May or may not be too scared to ride big rollercoasters.

Reiner: holds everyone's bags. This is NOT his happy place. Unless we talk about the buffet, then yes, Reiner loves it here.

Pieck and Connie: go on the most dangerous rides together and have the time of their life. They try to coordinate in funny poses for photo ops. Connie ends up throwing up several times but that man just keeps going!

Sasha, Eren and Mikasa: water rides. By the end of the day they are completely soaked, but also laughing their asses off.

Yelena: buys fast passes for every ride so that she can cut in front of kids. Is too tall to fit in a few rides.

Levi: not tall enough for the big rollercoasters. But that's ok, cuz this man prefers calm scenic rides. Maybe even teacups if Hange's convincing enough

Hange: haunted house. But instead of her running from the monsters, they are running from her.

Gabi and Falco: bumper cars. They absolutely obliterate Onyankopon. He never recovers from his shame.

[miss-tarja]

[There is no exact timeline, mind you hehe]

PRE-SOCCER FAMILY

Meeting for the first time

Meeting Again

Flirting

First Kiss

Boyfriend Makeover

First time with eachother (Mild +18)

Who Fell Harder

Meeting Miguel's Family

Miguel Meeting Wife!Reader's Family (Drama & Angst)

Break Up (Angst)

Makeup (Angst and Fluff)

The Making Of Gabriella (+18)

Pregnancy Cares with Miguel

Proposal

The Wedding

MAIN EVENTS AND BLURBS

HIGHLIGHTS

Miguel's Birthday

The Making Of Benjamin (+18)

Unlocking Memories

Young Spiders Meeting Miguel's Family

Spider Gang Babysitting Gabi and Benji

Uncle Gabriel Paying A Visit

Girl's Day with Gabriella

Nightmares

Baby Benjamin's First Words

Jealous Wife

Marital Fight

Makeup

Miguel Helping Gabi With School Project

Gabi's Toddler Days

Big Sister, Again

Angry Spanish Cursing with Miguel

Rosie's Birth

Miguel Comforting Mama

Baby Cares with Miguel and Rosie

Gabi's First Period

Benjamin's Pregnancy

Grandma's Visit

Meeting Mama's ex at Costco

Mama Pick up Lines

Welcome Back, Papa!

Introducing Gabriella to Soccer

Miguel's Pick up Lines

Gabriel and Miguel Fight

A series Of First With Gabriella

Conversations between Miguel and Mama

Papa, You're Getting Old

NSFW

Miguel Comforting Wife After A Bad Dream

Possessive Husband Miguel

Miguel Waking Up To A BJ

Needy Mama with a Gentle Dom! Miguel

Mama Pegging Miguel

The Making of Rosie

Miguel and Mama's favorite positions

Miguel Eating out Mama (with a lil twist)

For Science Purposes

GABRIELLA AND HER QUESTIONS

Big Boobs

A Sibling

Big Boobs (Miguel Version)

Milk Jugs

Is Mama ok?

DAILY LIFE BLURBS

Spicy food with Gabi

Gabi's Tamtrum

Mama Is Harassed By Another Man

Gabi comforting a Fussy Benjamin

Miguel Rizzing up Mama

Benji And His Baby Walker

Mama Teasing Miguel

A Little Time Lapse

Cleaning Sunday

Benji Getting A Tummy Ache

Bitter Coffee

Benjamin's "Messy Hair" (Angry Mama)

Sad Movie Night

Questions Related 2 3 4 5 6 7

Go Shave, Papa!

Nothing But Short Short Shirts

Benjamin Cutting His Own Hair

Soccer Family Into Tik Tok

Nude Portrait

Benji Being a Lil Ladies Man

Kiss Cam

Intruder

Sleepy Boys

Benjamin as a 12 year old boy

Baby Benjamin gets injured

Drunk Mama

You're adopted, Benji.

Getting Gabi to Sleep

El Ratón Perez

(Header made by me)

[dedeinthewild]

Please please please write a story with pepe marti and Christian mansells sister!!

does it make sense? no, did I want to write a different story? yes (and maybe I'll do a second version just to-)

anywayss, let me know ;)

pepe martí x reader, brother's bestfriend

~ "wait, did you say maybe?"

summary : Pepe, Christian, and the girl wrapped up the season with fun airport moments. Between coffee runs and playful teasing, the trio shared laughs and light-hearted banter. Pepe’s mischievous side was in full swing, and Christian’s protective big-brother instincts kept the mood as lively as ever.

A special trio, made up of two drivers and their unusual companion: the Australian’s sister, who was also a double for the Spaniard.

The end of the 2024 season had finally arrived, bringing with it the last surprises Qatar had to offer, along with the faint melancholy of goodbyes already looming. This would be their last trip together for a while, before Christian and the other Mansell spent Christmas at home with the family they hadn’t seen much of lately, and Pepe returned to Spain.

“Thank you lots,” the girl said, taking three cups from the server with a quick smile before heading toward the seats in the airport lounge.

“One without sugar, a decaf, and a ginseng for me,” she distributed the drinks among the two boys seated across from her.

Pepe leaned back in his chair, headphones around his neck, wearing a sweater and flashing that familiar smile at her.

“What if I wanted a cinnamon latte?” he teased.

“Then you should have gone to get it yourself,” she replied, sitting down next to him and taking a sip of her drink.

“Mmm, I miss sweet and nerdy you,” the Spaniard whispered with a playful look.

“Just give me time to wake up,” the Australian chuckled, stretching her shoulders in one of her brother’s hoodies.

That morning, Christian had outdone himself, barging into her room and dragging her out of bed with such energy that she half-wondered if he’d resorted to stimulants.

“She’s tired, mate, you’re a terrible person,” the Campos driver said, propping his elbows on his knees and addressing the Trident redhead.

“She deserves it,” the other replied, making them both laugh.

The three enjoyed their coffee as they waited for their flight’s gate to be announced, while Pepe and the girl chatted about things Christian would never understand, passing the time as they always did—laughing, sharing opinions, and talking about the latest movie they’d watched.

“I’ll stop by the bathroom for a second,” said the Mansell girl, standing up and adjusting her hoodie.

“I’ll walk you,” Pepe offered, taking the opportunity to accompany her and stop by himself before boarding.

“Why am I not surprised?”

The two shook their heads, heading straight across the enormous airport hall, getting momentarily distracted by the duty-free displays. Gaby would meet them in the UAE, and Christian would finally stop playing the jealous older brother, torn between liking the fact that his sister had befriended a driver or hating it.

On the way, the Spaniard placed his hands on the girl’s shoulders, steering her toward one of the airport’s massive bookstores with a playful smile and a desire to buy her something.

“Christian will kill us,” she said, scanning the colorful covers and limited editions on the shelves.

“I know,” Pepe laughed, fully aware that the Australian liked to board as early as possible to avoid the final crowd and would lose it if they delayed.

The Campos driver loved spending time with her; they were more alike than similar, their differences limited to his extroversion versus her tendency to open up gradually. But once she did, stopping her was nearly impossible.

“You’ll be my ruin,” she said while standing in line to pay, holding a book she’d picked for herself and another she’d decided to gift him.

“Why do you have to be so dramatic?” he laughed, towering over her by a full head.

“I don’t know, maybe it’s the lack of sleep,” she joked, stepping up to the register with her phone ready to pay, knowing Pepe would try to pull out his wallet and beat her to it.

“That’s not what I wanted to happen,” the Spaniard lamented as they left the store, his face lit by an enormous, joyful grin he couldn’t hide.

“You should know me by now.”

Back with Christian, they endured his lecture as they lugged their massive suitcases up and down the airport in search of their gate.

“The two of you should not be left alone,” the Trident driver muttered as he walked briskly ahead, flashing his passport and boarding pass.

“I hate him when he does that,” Pepe whispered in the girl’s ear, leaning down slightly.

“Oh, don’t tell me,” she replied.

They boarded the plane in line, found their seats while Pepe stowed their luggage, and debated where to sit.

“Is that Isack?” the girl asked, spotting the Spaniard’s teammate a few rows away. When the Campos driver nodded, she raised a hand to wave, only for Isack and the team members traveling with him to burst into song.

“Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you!”

“It’s not—” she tried to interject.

“Happy birthday dear ___! Happy birthday to you!”

The nearby passengers joined in, leaving her blushing as nearly twenty people sang to her. She instinctively turned to the Spaniard, who was on the verge of tears from laughing, a mischievous grin on his face.

“It’s not my—” she attempted again, but Isack had already stood up, shaking her hand and pulling her into a half-hug.

When she finally sat between her brother and Pepe, all she wanted was to sink into the seat and never emerge.

“What the hell was that?”

“Maybe, just maybe, I made a bet with Ollie Bearman,” Pepe confessed, covering his mouth with one of his large hands to muffle his laughter.

“He’s going to owe me now,” she said, as if it were some tragic fate.

“Juicy news,” Pepe teased, raising an eyebrow. “Have you heard about this, Christian?”

“I’ll pretend I didn’t.”

“Would you have any objections if I took ___ out?” the Spaniard asked suddenly, clearly joking with Christian, though there might have been some truth to the question.

“As in a date?”

“Maybe.”

“No,” Christian said immediately, only to catch the tone in Pepe’s voice after a moment’s pause. “Wait, did you say maybe?”

“No,” the Spaniard replied, shrugging and leaning back in his seat with his phone in hand.

The girl, caught in neutral territory in the middle, tried to ignore the subtle teasing while sitting comfortably with her feet propped on her backpack, her hair tied in a braid.

“Why would you ask him that?” she whispered once Christian had put on his headphones.

“I can’t keep making up excuses to spend time alone with you.”

“Christian loves you, you ungrateful jerk,” she joked.

“But not like you do,” he countered, eyebrows raised and those irresistible eyes turning the line between friendship and love into something far too easy to cross.

“That’s not going to work on me.”

“Wanna bet?”

“Stop betting, please.”

-not proofread or anything, I'm in my "god, did you really write this crap?" era so... I just hope you enjoy it🍀

alsooo, if you want and you often send me requests you could sign off with an emoji just so I know what you like and things

it would be such a cute thing!

[b1mbodoll]

g!p stepsister ning n her perv friends 😋

they’ll grope n tease u when ur parents r out n giggle amongst themselves when you whine n beg for their attention 😵‍💫 ningning keeps you stuffed full of her cum n her friends like to spread ur hole n watch it leak from ur needy lil cunt <3 jerking off to the sight n groaning when they cum, ropes of their sticky seed making ur cunt even messier n causing you to rub ur clit

[sincerelyyoursg]

dating jj maybank

a/n: he's my bae fr fr.

warnings: lowercase intended here <3

masterlist.

jj maybank who was loved by his friends, but still never understood real, pure love he'd hear songs about. jj maybank who's surprised whenever you tell him you love him, and him kissing every centimeter of your face afterwards. jj maybank who looses himself often, who gets lost in all this love, but still tries his best to show you that he cares. jj maybank who does more than anyone has ever done for you, but still thinks it's not enough.

jj maybank, who is more likely to burn down the kitchen rather than cook something, spending hours and hours on learning one dish, because he cares so much about your well-being. jj maybank who even tried fishing for dinner, and guess what! he did catch something, but didn't have the heart to kill the poor fish. jj maybank who saves money for so long to give you a proper dinner date, all kook-like. jj maybank who doesn't understand that it's more than enough.

jj maybank who makes matching bracelets for the two of you, and never ever takes it off. jj maybank who lost it once, and got on his knees to beg you for forgiveness, only to find it five minutes later.

jj maybank who gives you the most absurd nicknames ever known to man, just so he can hear your laugh. jj maybank, whose angel, baby and honey you are. jj maybank who almost never calls you by your name, but still has your initial around his wrist.

jj maybank who's simply in love.

[cilasbestos]

Gabi Braun haters are actually the most annoying people in this damn fandom because they cannot go five seconds without reminding you that they hate her and make fun of you for liking her all because she killed a fictional teenager they simp for.

And they’re so fucking mean about it too. I do not give a shit who you like or dislike just leave me alone.

[prettygirl-gabi]

Jana el alfy is foineeeee... that's all have a good day, enjoy the pics

@elalfywhore

[ihamtmus]

I posted this fic over 2 years ago but after season 2 came out it started to experience a renascence. People started to read it again and it makes me so happy!! This fic has just reached the milestone of 400 comments which is absolutely insane to me, a huge thank you to everyone who's ever left me a comment!!! Please never feel weird about commenting on older fics, it makes authors (me) so so so happy you wouldn't believe <3

Fandom: Good Omens (TV) Relationship: Aziraphale & Crowley (Good Omens) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Category: Gen Words: 33k Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Canon Compliant, Pre-Canon

“Uhhhh… Hi,” Crowley started lamely, scrambling to find a way to explain the situation as quickly as possible. His mind was refusing to work properly, thoughts slow as if doused in oil. He hadn’t really thought about what to say on his way here – he’d been too busy focusing on the getting here part before he would collapse. “I was wondering if I could… If I could maybe die in here, if you don’t mind..?”

The expression on Aziraphale’s face changed abruptly, telling him that the angel did, in fact, mind.

(In which a mortally wounded demon just wants to get somewhere quiet to die but his Adversary will have none of it. A story of how they both learn just how much they care.)

The fic is finally complete!

[atruewarrior]

Drabble challenge 2024 | Day 14: Scenic characters: gabi braun, falco grice

The hill Gabi and Falco are climbing this afternoon would’ve been challenging for anyone else. But they reach the top swiftly, their muscles awakened from weeks of travel across Western Marley.

The view takes their breath away.

Once, they could only dream of seeing such landscapes, of experiencing such scenic beauty firsthand.

As they sit steps away from the edge, the sun’s fading rays painting the fjord’s waters a soft orange, Gabi sighs wistfully, “I wish Levi were here with us.”

“We’re on our honeymoon,” Falco wants to remind her, again, but this time he agrees.

Levi would’ve loved this.

[casualaruanienjoyer]

Right haven't done one of those is so long buuuut....

What would be the favorite food of these AOT characters?

Armin: he strikes me as a fish guy, someone who enjoys carp dinner perhaps? Or maybe crab cakes? Something light, maybe even caught fresh. Well, it has to be, because Annie probably hates the smell of fish. He needs to be very careful with how he cooks it!

Annie: do I have to say this?? SWEET PASTRIES! Of any kind!! But she'a fond of jam donuts with powder sugar on top. She can eat an endless amount! No, for real, the bakeries can't keep up with her anymore.

Mikasa: Soup! She loves how warm and familiar it feels to her. It's like eating a hug, and she can always try new combinations of ingredients for it. She also likes to feed everyone who visits, even if they are hungry or not. You go to Mikasa's place? You eat soup!

Eren: he's a bit of a strange one, but there's just something about nuggets and fries that just works. Every day. Every time. Beige food is Eren food.

Jean: he's a fancy guy, so obviously... stake! Delicious juicy stake, and we can't forget about the wine! Only the finest! Until he spills it over himself... every time.

Reiner: the first thing that came to mind was mashed potatoes with meatballs and sweet tomato sauce. A very barebone recipe that just hits the right spot for him! Something that makes him feel at home. I bet he cries every time he has it too.

Connie: spicy food!! Of any kind! Maybe Indian, maybe Mexican? Doesn't matter! The only important thing is for his tongue to be ON FIRE!

Sasha: anything. She's a living, breathing food trashcan! But if she had to pick, perhaps any kind of game meat, wild animals that she hunted herself.

Pieck: She's all about pasta, any form, any shape. However, her favorite seems to be anything coated in copious amounts of Pesto!

Gabi: she's that kid that just LOVES sour candies. The ones that are so sour they make your eyes water. She likes pranking Reiner with them and watching him suffer.

Falco: he doesn't usually admit it, but he loves a good strawberry shortcake. Sometimes, when Annie buys some for herself, she'd also get Falco a slice. It's their little secret.

Zeke: this man will absolutely obliterate a burger. The taller, the better. Sides? Hell yes, add some fries and some corn on the cob and this man is SOLD. What's that? Unlimited refils on the drinks? You bet this man will do his best to make the most of his money!! People often have to physically pull him away from the drinks machines.

Yelena: Sushi, particularly sashimi. Simple, elegant food. She will kill someone for it if she needs to. So please, never take sashimi away from her. Ever.

Onyankopon: my dude can COOK, he's absolutely amazing at it, there isn't a single person who hasn't tried his cooking. He struggles to pick favorites, though he does really enjoy a good goat curry with rice, veggies and a delicious spicy sauce on top.

Levi: good old fashioned tea cakes. Obviously! Although not often, he does really enjoy snacking on them, especially when he enjoys a warm cup of tea on rainy days.

Hange: pizza!! So many different kinds it's almost impossible for her to pick!! Veggie?? Meat feast?? Italian?? Or why not ALL OF THEM AT ONCE!

[bruciemilf]

If Waynes are winter and prestige and dirty, violent, justice, the Kanes were everything and worse. Tragedy and love will always hold hands.

[justabigoldnerd]

2024 Writing Round Up

Thank you so much @cha-melodius for the tag!!!

This year has felt so long and so short at the same time 😅 I'm going into this blind, so let's find out together how many fics I published this year!!

Total: 52

....holy fuck. I mean I did Flufftober this year, and some of these are podfics, but damn

January - 5

"Ravens Love The Snow"

(TMFU Movie; G; 485 words) While working on my winged people anthology, I saw a video of a raven playing in the snow and got inspired lol

"Michelin Star Spy"

(TMFU Movie; T; 3k words; UNFINISHED) Illya is a very important food critic, so he has to keep his identity and profession a closely guarded secret. Turns out he is a little too good at that, and he is swept up into a fascist-busting spy plot lead by a cocky American man and a prickly German woman working for some mysterious organization known as "U.N.C.L.E". ● OR ● 5 times Illya pretends to know what's going on, plus 1 time he actually does

[P.S. I promise this fic isn't abandoned lmao]

"You Take Me In Your Arms When Walls Are Closing In"

(TMFU Movie; M; 2k words) Christmas in England has come and gone, New Years on its heels, but somewhere in Illya's chest, a longing like a thorn has buried itself deep. It's January 7th, and Illya has his head pillowed on his arms, pointedly avoiding the paperwork on his desk.

"In Summer We Can Taste The Rain"

(TMFU Movie; G; 903 words) Illya tries very very hard to ignore the urge to go out and use the warm summer rain to preen. He fails.

"Trapped Within An Abstract From A Moment Of My Life"

(TMFU TV; T; 2k words) This is what happens after Napoleon finds Illya alone in Marion Raven's apartment, terrified after being exposed to a fear-inducing gas.

February - 7

"One More or One Less (Nobody's Worried)"

(TMFU Movie; E; 13k words) The prequel to my Winged Spied Anthology: The events of the movie, but everyone has wings!

"She'll Tell You She's an Orphan After You Meet Her Family"

(TMFU Movie; E; 4k words) Gaby is molting, which is a time bomb of emotions in and of itself, but something else, something deeper, is setting her on edge. Solo and Illya are worried about her. (Winged Spies Part One)

"I'm Going to the Stars Tonight"

(TMFU Movie; G; 2k words) Solo baits Illya into flying for the sake of it for the first time in a very long while. Being nearly drunk helps achieve that goal. (Winged Spies Part Two)

"Let Me Be Your Own Icarian Carrion"

(TMFU Movie; N/R; 2k words) A chase in the air goes south for Illya. (Winged Spies Part Three)

"My Wings Have Been So Denied"

(TMFU Movie; N/R; 3k words) Illya's wings always grew faster than he did. They were big and heavy, and he couldn't fly when all his friends could. A year before his father is sent to the gulag, his parents take him to the doctor for it.

"You Had To Be A Big Shot, Didn't You (You Had To Open Up Your Mouth)"

(TMFU Movie; E; 9k words) A shudder runs down Solo's spine when he uses his wings to seduce a target. A spike of panic pierces his heart when anyone touches them, even Gaby or Illya.

"Kintsukuroi"

(TMFU Movie; G; 1k) Kintsukuroi - The Japanese art of fixing broken ceramics with lacquer mixed with precious metals. ●●● Many years after the events of "You Had To Be A Big Shot, Didn't You (You Had To Open Up Your Mouth)", Solo sees a familiar face in a coffee shop that he never thought he'd see again.

March - 4

"I Will Always Find My Way To You [Podfic]"

(TMFU Movie; T; 5 minutes) In the end, it takes Illya almost five hours to find Rudi. Five hours, in which his mind supplies him with an endless array of horrors, all of which could be happening to his foolish cowboy.

"Always A Well Dressed Fraud"

(TMFU Movie; M; 3k words) "It's much easier to trust a drink you fixed yourself." An alternate version of The Watch Scene, plus a follow up.

"Just Hold Out Against The Night"

(TMFU Movie; M; 1k words) One does not simply walk away from nearly drowning in a harbor. Illya makes it back to the hotel room, but once his heart stops racing, his lungs begin to ache. ● OR ● This is what happens after Solo saves Illya from the harbor of the satellite factory.

"Uneasy Ally Of The Body"

(TMFU Movie; M; 1k words) A little drabble exploring what was going through Solo's head when Victoria drugged him.

April - 3

"Que Si Te La Bebes De Seguro Te Va A Matar"

(TMFU Movie; E; 1k words) Illya Kuryakin's mission is to take out the CIA's most effective agent. Things....don't go as planned.

"If I Could Hold You For A Minute"

(TMFU Movie; T; 2k words) A letter from Gaby to her newborn baby.

"I've Been Watching You A While (Maybe You've Been Watching Me Too)"

(TMFU Movie; M; 3k words) Texas. The state of sprawling desserts, rich farmlands, and absolutely zero* communists.

*Not counting Illya, of course ;)

May - 1

"To Find Someone To Talk To, Who Likes The Way I Am"

(TMFU Movie; E; 46k words) Solo and Gaby are students at a university, studying for their respective career choices, when a foreign exchange student catches the attention of the entire campus - including Solo.

June - 1

"January Embers"

(TMFU Movie; T; 2k words) Fireplaces are NOT beds. For most people. Illya is not most people.

July - 7

"Death, He Knows the Panes of My Face"

(TMFU Movie; E; 5k words) A mission goes sideways. Solo gets himself strung up from the ceiling and learns what it's like to be cooked from the inside out.

"Blood In Your Teeth and Mud On Your Hands"

(TMFU Movie; N/R; 1k words) Gaby drags Solo to a motocross race, where Illya Kuryakin, better known as The Red Peril in the motocross scene, wins first place. Solo is immediately enamored.

"I Am Your Lover (I Am Your Jailor)"

(TMFU Movie; E; 25k words; UNFINISHED) Twenty years after their friend is taken from them, Illya is called into service to guard the all-too-familiar looking Prince.

[P.S. I promise this one is ALSO not abandoned!!]

"[Podfic] Country Roads (Take Me Home)"

(TMFU Movie; T; 10 minutes) “We were supposed to turn off motorway half-hour ago!”

“We heard you the first time, Illya,” says Gaby, drumming her hands on the wheel. Her ponytail snaps like a whip as she rolls her window down. Outside, the rolling fields stretch away into oblivion as they speed along the grey-paved road. “There’s more than one way to get there.”

“Is not what map says,” grumbles the Russian from the back seat, but the sounds of crinkling paper speak up soon after, announcing that he has retreated back behind said map in silence.

"Would You Lay With Me?"

(TMFU Movie; N/R; 2k words) A sore throat. An itch just out of reach, banished only for moments at a time by a suppressed cough. Just the change of seasons, Illya told himself when the itching turned to burning as he went to bed that night. He was living in a much warmer climate than he was used to, after all. Surrounded by plants he didn't grow up inhaling the pollen of. ● OR ● Illya is sick and angry about it.

"[Podfic] The Words I Cannot Say"

(TMFU Movie; T; 3 minutes) Illya’s not a fool. He knows that if he had been faster, if the tracker’s signal had been stronger, then he might have saved Solo some pain. Saved him the silver nails that punched through his flesh. Saved him the bandages, torn from an old shirt in the warehouse, wrapped tightly around his bleeding hand.

"[Podfic] These Veins Like Wires"

(TMFU Movie; T; 20 minutes) The first time Gaby sees it, she is evesdropping on a conversation she is quite certain she’s not supposed to know about. —— Or, Five times that others noticed the collar, and the one time Solo did.

August - 8

"I've Told A Million Lies But Now I Tell A Single Truth"

(TMFU Movie; E; 3k words) Five times someone discovers that Napoleon Solo is transgender + the first time he does.

"Everything's Got A Price"

(TMFU Movie; E; 3k words) Napoleon Solo, a renowned mercenary in the underworld, is going to be hired to protect the son of Nikolai Kuryakin, a Russian Mob boss. Things take a slightly different turn once Nikolai leaves them alone together. (Part Two of "Now You See Me, Now You Don't")

"A Passion Crime With A Danger Sign"

(TMFU Movie; E; 6k words) Three weeks. That's how long it takes for the mystery organization after the Kuryakins to make an attempt on Illya's life. Solo has the chance to prove he's worth his price tag. (Part Four of "Now You See Me, Now You Don't")

"Religion Leaves a Bitter Taste"

(TMFU Movie; M; 1k words) The Prayer Vigil after Illya's mother is killed. (Before the events of Part One of "Now You See Me, Now You Don't")

"Dissecting Destruction"

(TMFU Movie; T; 3k words) An essay dissecting Illya Kuryakin's psychotic breaks, specifically the one before the infamous Watch Scene, and all of the detail and symbolism involved in it.

"Spies Are Forever"

(TMFU Movie/The Lone Ranger; M; 1k) Major Character Death is (technically) Temporary. They don't know how or why, but every time Illya and Solo die, they find each other in the next life. Neither of them had ever been able to communicate with the body they inhabited.

"For Death Is Not The Worst Of Evils"

(TMFU Movie/2081; E; 1k words) (Spoilers for the movie "2081", available on Youtube) The climactic scene from "2081", but if it were Illya and Solo.

"One More Sweet Boy To Be Butchered By Man"

(TMFU Movie; E; 2k words) "Then he said: don't you know? I am trying to make you great.

And I said: I do not want to be great, I want to be loved."

- Sue Zhao

•••

Illya is seventeen and suffering brutal treatment by his peers and higher-ups. (Suicide tag is that of a minor character)

September - 1

"Slip Inside The Eye Of Your Mind"

(Gravity Falls; T; 1k words) Two traumatized old men learning how to be people again- one cup of interdimensional coffee at a time.

October - 13

"TMFU (2015) Flufftober 2024"

(TMFU Movie; 12 Works; G, T, M, and E, 22k words total) My TMFU responses for 12 of the 31 Flufftober 2024 prompts.

"Waste The Night"

(Gravity Falls; T; 749 words) Flufftober Day Six: Mistaken Identity --- It's another late night in the lab, and Fiddleford assumes it's not his friend who gets his attention.

November - 1

"Approach, Appear"

(TMFU Movie; M; 956 words) "The roof is a place of morbid comfort, for him. When things felt too heavy, he would climb the stairs to the hatch and just sit on the ledge. He would lean back on his palms, letting the bite of gravel ground him, and just trace constellations, listening to the night birds call." ••• Illya likes to sit on the rooftop when his thoughts get too much. Solo tends to join him.

December - 2

"[Podfic] A Cowboy And A Communist Walk Into A Bar"

(TMFU Movie; T; 15 minutes) Deveny’s got his hands tucked into his pockets, watching Illya intently where the Russian has paused. They’d parked his pickup back down the road, in cover of some scraggly trees before trekking the rest of the drive on foot. It’s dimly lit by the pale orb of the moon hanging overhead like a mobile. The grass like three day old stubble under their shoes.

“I usually work alone,” Illya admits now, taking in the full size of the looming warehouse. And it’s true. Sometimes it’s Gaby, but he’s never had another partner. It’s a strange feeling, though not wholly unpleasant. “But this will not work. Not tonight.”

“Alright,” says the American at last, gilded in the moonlight. Voice dusty and raw like the landscape stretching out around them. He almost sounds as if he’s been gargling the sand. Maybe it’s nerves. Maybe it’s the smoking. “I’ll help ya. But it's in and out, no mess, and nobody knows we've been here. And we both forget about it in the mornin’. Deal?”

"Winter Exchange Fic"

(TMFU; ?; ????) Yet to be revealed.

Phew!! I don't know how I managed to get all of this written while also working 😅 Apparently I have more spoons than I thought! Turns out I just use them all to write LMAO

Anyway, a MASSIVE thank you to everyone who has supported me, read/listened to my works, left kudos, commented, made podfics and fanart of my works, etc. 💕💕💕💕💕 I would not be here without you all 💕💕💕💕 I cannot WAIT to show you all what next year will bring!!!

Love and SO many hugs,

Mawce

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@bighandsforabigheart @kcscribbler @mybelovedillya @the-golden-comet @thattripleabattery

@too-young-to-fall-in-love @times-up-alone-tonight @vnyu73 @nicijones @prettyboynapoleonsolo

And an Open Tag for anyone who wants to join!!!

[b1mbodoll]

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