#13 x rory

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

The Doctor, Amy, and Rory Pond

Rory’s eyes are shining in the warm yellow lights of the pub. Amy’s smile is as blinding as a supernova.

These are the two people that the Doctor loves. These are the two people that the Doctor is privileged enough to get her forever with.

And yes, there is going to be change. And yes, the Doctor will be afraid of that change.

And yes, the Doctor knows that Rory and Amy will be afraid of that change.

But a couple of years ago, the Doctor stood on the stone beaches of Women Wept and promised that she would go to the ends of the universe for these two. She promised it more than a hundred years ago, standing on a planet dropped slightly out of time as she prepared to destroy the last of her kind.

The Doctor promised it to these two, in deed if not word, when she said her final words to them both wired into the Pandorica, ready to erase herself from existence if it meant saving the universe but most especially these two souls.

Love takes effort. Love takes strength.

And the Doctor has never backed down from a challenge.

-aletterinthenameofsanity, space and time takes violent, angry things (and makes them kind)

And you, you were the one I treated the worst

Only because you loved me the most

And I hope and hope

I would never treat anyone like that again

Grace, I know you carry us

Grace, and it was such a fucking mess

Grace, I don't say it enough

Grace, you are so loved

This is the only thing I've ever had any faith in

-Florence + the Machine, Grace

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[womenloverlmao]

13 Days of Halloween - Day 1

Carrie - Charlie Walker X Reader

Charlie loved you, and everything about you. He loved your looks, your mind, your heart. He even loved your weird obsession with books, one that is known among quiet teenage girls. His favorite thing about that, though, was when you were done and he got to watch the movie adaptations of the books you read with you. When Twilight first came out, you read it, and he got to see it with you. There were many other stories like this, but with the speed at which you read, it was too many to name. 

Recently, you had read Carrie for the first time. You enjoyed Stephen King as much as the next person, but you weren’t a huge fan. You knew the general plot of it before you read it, but you were pleasantly surprised when you read about it despite its anti-religion connotation. You loved the book, and this time you were happy to be able to watch this movie with Charlie. 

You got to snuggle up that night with a couple snacks and watch a movie together like you did once or twice a week, depending on how you felt. It was a fun event for both you and your boyfriend to enjoy. You never really pointed out the book vs movie stuff, feeling no need to cause an argument between you and Charlie even if it was all in good fun. Carrie was no exception. 

As Halloween started to come up, you knew what you were gonna be. You loved the book, and you liked the movie, so you knew that you were going to be Carrie White. You told Charlie that you were going to go as her, and he didn’t think much of it. You were specifically looking forward to doing a book accurate portrayal of her, because you didn’t like that they got it wrong in the movies. I mean, that’s what the whole point of a film adaptation is, isn’t it? 

You were gonna go to one of Kirby’s parties and bring your boyfriend with you, and so you got ready on your own before you would go to pick up Charlie. You were wearing the red dress, you had managed to thrift one that didn’t look exactly as described–specifically with the sleeves–but was good enough. You had put some fake blood on your face, but not much. You put the crown on and then added some on there too, letting some get into your hair. It was gross, but you knew that you had succeeded and this was one of the best costumes you had done. 

When you went to pick Charlie up, he was confused. “I thought you were being Carrie White?” 

“I am Carrie White,” you told him. 

“But her dress is white…?” 

“No, that’s only in the movie. I guess it’s supposed to portray an innocence or some sort in the movies, but actually, Stephen King had originally mentioned that it was red and actually went into detail about what the dress was supposed to look like. In the movie, they don’t follow any of it. I actually don’t really like it, and I don’t like a lot about how the movie was made, but still…” 

“Why would they need to portray innocence if she was just going to kill everyone anyways?” 

“Well, you know how the pig's blood gets poured? When the red gets on her, that symbolizes that innocence being lost.” 

Anyways that conversation went on all the way to Kirby’s, and as soon as you saw her, she immediately said. “Damn, girl. You’re beautiful, I…am gonna assume you’re Carrie?” 

“Thank you. And, yes. As of tonight, that’s my name,” you said with a smile. “Charlie doesn’t believe that I’m Carrie because my dress isn’t white.” 

“Don’t get me involved in one of those conversations, I heard it happen about Eragon back in like…Freshman year.” 

You laughed, but you looked over at Charlie. You gave him a smile, one that said I win. 

Anyways, you had a lot of fun with your boyfriend that night. After winning that little dispute, it truly was a Happy Halloween for you.

[socially-awkward-skeleton]

Chapter 13 - Airlane

[Also Available on AO3]

Shadow Dance Masterlist

Summary: Tensions are high as the 141 are in a rush against time to deal with Hassan and the last missile in Chicago. However, tensions are still running high between Soap and Rory, resulting in a conflict on the flight over

Warnings/Tags: Minors DNI, swearing, character with trauma, established relationship, military inaccuracies, smoking, references to previous fic (All Along the Watchtower)

Pairing: Captain John Price x Fem!OC - 3rd person POV (Rory Sinclair)

Word count: 2.7 K

A/N: the further continuation of Rory's story, this follows and expands upon the COD: MW2 reboot canon. Told from Rory's POV.

tagging @taciturntraveller

November 3, 2022 19:33 - Somewhere over the southern United States

Rory sat hunched over in her seat, one that vibrated and rumbled with the overbearing force of commercial massage chairs set up at a shopping mall kiosk to soothe the aching muscles of passerby customers, ones with only the mechanical knowledge of one solitary form of harsh touch. Elbows digging into her thighs, the coiling smoke of her cigarette curled up towards the curved roof of the plane above, coalescing with the brewing storm clouds of disquiet that hung over them all. Head continuing to bang with unease, the rabbit's foot thump against her skull reminded her to take her much needed pain meds for relief as she stretched out her shoulder, the low ache gnawing through muscle to meet the bone only making her teeth grit more.

Her glance flickered over to Soap, noticing how quietly he sat there beside Ghost. It wasn't like him. There was no laughing or joking with Gaz, no pushing of Ghost's buttons, and a distinct lack of his usual shit-eating grin as he stirred up trouble and maintained his good humored disposition. Instead, he was stock stiff… contemplating. His arm crossed over his thighs as he leaned forward, his jaw working bitterly. Stewing.

His head lifted, narrowing in on her as she turned to look away, not wanting to be regarded as staring. There was a lit fuse to a tinderbox steadily burning, the heat turning up as tensions from all sides mounted. The uncomfortable squeezing of a vise, ever tightening, the turning of the screws. He hadn't forgotten or forgiven what she had done while facing Graves, and she was of the mind that her decision had been made for the betterment of the mission.

Christ, Price really had been rubbing off on her — and in the worst way possible.

Curling her finger around her cigarette she extricated it from her lips, and exhaled a jet stream with one long breath down between her feet and wiped away the sweat that had amalgamated on the back of her neck with a wet wipe in her other hand, the cold damp that lingered caused the fine hairs to rise from the skin with the whisper of recycled air blowing over top. Fingers twitching like she was in a wild west gunfight, the joints locked as her hand shook, forcing it to curl into a fist to hide the tremor, activated as a stress response.

Bloody brain of hers liked to act up at the very worst times more often than not.

“Johnny, leave it.” Ghost's low mutter traveled over to her, the razor wire grit of it setting her on edge. One that was impossible to shake off even with a cigarette pumping her lungs full with smoke.

“No, LT. I cannae do that.”

Soap's growl set her instincts alight, the sense of a coming fight stabbed its way up her spine to slice at the brain stem. A sharp, stinging nick that flared hot at the backs of her eyes. Lifting her gaze once more — that of a prey animal sensing danger in the silent dark, the chattering teeth in a salivating maw — she could smell him on the air, the acrid scent of sweat and anger. Muscles tensed, ready to snap into use at the slightest provocation.

She dropped her near-spent cigarette on the floor and snuffed it out with her boot, twisting the sole to crush the embers. The wet wipe discarded just as easily as the creak of movement in a seat, weight being redistributed, sent incinerating prickles through her arms and legs, the lymbic system kicking into overdrive with the arcing branches of lightning across the sky. Broad shoulders arose, his arms held out at his sides like a lumbering caveman as his heavy boots stomped across the metal grating of the floor, her blood pounding in time with every step.

“Fuck,” she whispered under her breath, leaning back to sit upright in her seat, maintaining her proper posture. Hold your ground, Sinclair. Can't look weak even if your head is pounding like a drum. He might be hotheaded, but he won't go swinging a fist, he knows better than that.

And then he was standing before her, puppy dog eyes now blazing like that of one about to turn rabid. The tendons in his jaw clenched tight, starting to concave his cheeks. His dark brows locking together in a heavy furrow.

“Lieutenant, need a word.” His usual burr had turned stiff, disjointed, forced to stay rooted and relaxed despite the way his nostrils flared and he appeared to be chewing on a hardened caramel from his nan's old purse.

Rory sighed and stood up, hands on her hips, as she met him toe to toe. “If this is about what happened with Graves–”

“You're goddamn right it has to do with Graves.

“Right then, let's clear the air, shall we? Speak freely.”

Stooping to meet her gaze, Soap's cyanic stare smoldered oxygen-rich into her, a clean burn that might set her aflame if he did lay a finger upon her. Her neck craned, chin held high, shoulders back. She had dealt with a litany of soldiers who behaved the same throughout her career in a testosterone fueled environment and it had taught her to carry herself with a spine of steel.

“You heard the orders – it was kill Graves on sight, no’ try an’ have a bleedin’ conversation with ‘im.”

Holding tight to her patience, the calm rationale that had afforded her the rank she held, she leaned back on her officer's training and her own experience. Conflict resolution was something she had made a focus for herself, given her own past of acting out when emotions boiled over. She could handle people, handle differing perspectives, and do so with tact and respect, but there was still that niggling whisper of her own frustration with what had transpired in Las Almas at the back of her mind, a frustration with Soap's sharp turn into rash performance.

The eyes of the squad were upon them, hard to ignore even as they pretended they weren't gawping. Watching and waiting to see how or if the two members would come to blows. Gaz's eyes widened as he looked up from under the brim of his cap, a little scrunch to his lips as he fought with the urge not to step in, to defend. Ghost's dark eyes bore into Soap's back from behind the mask, his posture stiffening, ready to hold the younger man back if necessary. And Price, mid-meeting with Laswell, lifted his gaze from his tablet. Concentration stolen, his eyes narrowed, fist clenching as he otherwise stood his ground, teetering at the precipice and ready to yank on the leashes of his trained hounds.

These sorts of interpersonal flare ups were something that always happened as part of a group dynamic, it was impossible to keep from happening. But it all boiled down to how it was handled. Yet another chance to prove herself… fuck.

“Sometimes a situation requires being more thoughtful about how to clean, Soap," Rory explained, hoping she might impart some of her reasoning on the younger soldier. "It's not always about doing it quick, it's taking in the bigger picture. Sometimes you can’t just go shoving yourself bloody cock first into the situation. Sometimes it takes control… Something you still need to learn, Sergeant.”

“He tried t’ kill Ghost an’ I!” Stubbled jaw clicking, his heavy brows knit together as he invaded her personal space, crowding her, using his size to his advantage. His lips pushed into a purse, holding back words that might rip and tear like the attack dog he was. Mohawk jostling, he took a thumping step forward. “He could've killed the Cap'n.”

“I get that, I do. You've every right to have wanted him dead — I'm not saying otherwise, and I'm certainly not holding that fact against you. I wanted to ring his neck just the same.” Placing her hand on his shoulder, Rory kept him at arm's length. “But you've also got to understand that sometimes emotion has to take a backseat. Sometimes decisions need to be purely tactical. I've been there myself, Soap. But we had a chance to gather intel and sometimes that's more important than orders, than the mission. Graves was Shepherd’s lapdog, and with that wanker having gone underground, he was our in.” She sighed and wet her lips, pulling her hand away and slipping them both into the back pockets of her jeans. “But it doesn't matter anymore since he's dead anyway.”

Soap turned to Price, anger quickly stamped down by the cold, resolute stare shooting back at him, the choking grasp of frigid ice. “I don't know how ye can trust this one, Cap’n. Wolf in sheep's clothes, alright.” Redirecting his glare to the woman before him, he scoffed at her and returned to his seat. Dropping into it heavily, he sniffed back at the rage, wiping the back of his hand against his nose, boots tapping as the rawness still twinged with the sting of the stitches from his bullet wound.

"It doesn't matter if you can't see the logic in it," Rory retorted, her voice raised above the hum of the engines. "Sometimes things aren't so cut and dry. Orders are orders until they're not, and then you work from the best course of action. "

Punching the empty seat of the chair beside him, he gripped the straps of the overhead compartment and pulled himself up. "And how was that not killin' the fucker?"

"Intel. It's our best weapon against our enemies. Always will be. That is what Graves was, that's what Shepherd is — An enemy. They aren't just bloody foot soldiers you can mow down with bullets," she spat. "Don't take your anger out on me because you can't see beyond the fight in front of your eyes."

"You didn't have a pack o' wolves tryin' to kill ye in Mexico!"

But she did in Russia…

She shook out her hand that started to seize before quickly returning it to her pocket, hiding it away. The trauma disguised even after all this time. The feeling of isolation, being trapped. Alone. Forced to survive without any outside assistance. It was a frightening thing, something that stayed with even the most hardened of soldiers. Anger was a natural reaction to it, a way to beat back the helplessness that it instilled, a way to silence the dark voice that whispered in the back of a person's mind begging them to wonder what might have happened if they failed.

"No, you're right, I didn't." Looking down at the floor, she shook her head and rubbed at the bridge of her nose. "Not this time, not on this mission, but I'm no stranger to it." She met his fury once again, fixing her stare on his own. "Revenge," she said with a sigh. "It's easy to want. Being smart about it is harder, but it is worth it."

Soap considered her for some time, his eyes crinkling slightly at the corners as his focus narrowed. He was smart, she knew that, a person didn't become an explosives expert and a sniper without having a worthwhile mind. It was just a matter of finding the right way to deliver the message, which was easier said than done when the blinders were on.

"Next time," he said, voice kept low as he ground back on his molars. "Just do as the Cap'n ordered. Save us all a whole heap o' trouble, aye?" He sat back in his seat, and rubbed his hand over the dark fuzz of buzzed hair at his temple. "Leave the spy shite for yer own missions."

Seething quietly, Rory took her seat once more, chewing on the inside of her lip as she let out a long, slow exhale through her nostrils. That had not gone the way she wanted it to, hoping that clearer heads would have prevailed. “Bollocks,” she rasped under her breath.

Finished his conversation with Laswell, tablet tucked under his arm, Price moved to sit beside her. Lowering into his seat with the pop of his knee joints, he slipped the tablet in the space between their seats. Saying nothing for a time, he scrutinized her, the pale, powder blue stare assessing every choice she had made. “That went well,” he muttered, more to himself than her as he leaned back in his seat, knees spread wide, elbows taking over both armrests. “Shut it,” she hissed between clenched teeth.

Pulling the small metal flask from out of his pocket, he shook it at her like a temptation. “Don’t say I don't do anythin’ nice f’ ya.”

Grabbing the metal container with a huff, she unscrewed the cap and brought it to her lips, tipping it back, not even bothering to give it a sniff first. The whiskey burned along the tongue as it first hit but had a smooth finish, easing into a peppery warmth as it coated her mouth.

Wiping the back of her hand delicately across her lips, she passed it back to him. “Glad it was the good stuff.”

“Always.” Clearing his throat, he tucked the flask away and pulled out a cigar from his vest — A little nicotine to numb the pain. “For what it's worth, I can see what you were aimin' for with Graves,” he said, rolling the cigar between his thumb and forefinger. Snipping the end, letting the crumbs of wrapped tobacco fall to the ground and settle between his boots, he placed the cigar between his lips, mumbling around it. “Good intentions and all that.”

“Piss off. Good intentions?” She looked at him with a flare of annoyance, leaning forward to rest her elbows on her knees and rub out the tension headache from her temples. “We both know I was going to fucking torture the bastard.” She glanced over at Price as he held the metal zippo to his cigar, the flame flickering and weaving as the cherry started to glow and the rich, earthy musk of smoke puffed to life, blanketing them in a shroud. “Good intent?” She shook her head and scoffed, picking at her nails. “Hardly.”

“You've had more experience with the intel side of things than Soap has. He's a good soldier, passionate, quick to action… even quicker to anger. He's not gonna be seein' the bigger picture looking from the outside in like you are. Besides, wasn't too long ago a certain soldier I know went bargin' into a club in Moscow against orders, eh? Can't tell me that was tactical thinkin’.”

Rory groaned and rubbed harder at her brow, digging her fingers into the beat below the flesh.

“Give him time, Ror. He's young. Brash. Ready to get his hands dirty. It's why I paired him with Ghost. He needs someone to keep him in check, a brick wall he can't beat his head against and break his way through.” Taking a long puff, he held the smoke in his lungs, letting a long beat transpire before breathing it all out once more. “You've got the same sort of passion he does, just tempered over time. He'll get there too.”

She rolled her eyes and stared up at the ceiling of the cold, steel container they flew in. “Interpersonal bullshit does my bloody head in.”

“Think it does that f' all of us, sweetheart.” His hand wrapped around the back of her neck and squeezed the scruff, massaging the nape with a possessive, protective grip, easing the tension as he leaned in and rumbled against her ear, “You’ll sort this, yeah?” 

“Yes, sir.”

“Atta girl.” 

The way his fingers moved against the stiff muscle was a dream come true and a quiet, choked groan fell from her lips.

"Taken your meds yet?"

"No," she murmured.

"Best get on that. Need you in top shape when we land in Chicago. You're leadin' the charge up from the main floor with Gaz." John continued to massage her neck, her head lolling back as her eyes fluttered shut and she took a deep breath. "Saw your hand shakin'," he rumbled in her ear, his nose brushing through her hair as he pressed a kiss to her temple. "Alright?"

"Yeah. I'll be fine," she said with a little nod, rubbing out her knuckles and fingers as he continued to address the tight muscles that traveled up the slender column of her neck. "Got two more hours to work it off."

"Good. Gonna brief in an hour."

[prettyrenjunn]

𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐔𝐄 ( discontinued soz guys xxx )

mark lee x f!reader

themes- smau, mutual(sort of) friends to lovers, hot rockstar gf, fluff, crack, angst (maybe) ‼️mature themes, inappropriate jokes

summary- the first time mark took notice of you was in a music room, you had a guitar in your hands and you strummed away to a tune he couldn’t recognise. mark hadn’t known you were in a band, not until he heard that same tune was trending but wait YOU PLAY THE DRUMS???

playlist- out of my league, still into you, melting, my kind of woman, see you again & in a good way

character profiles : luvsick | just some silly boys

taglist (closed)

chapters

1. don’t panic

2. a famous uni band?

3. luvdick

4. Q&A

5. i refuse

6. gig day

7. hi

8. making moves

9. keep calm

10. role play

11. kink shaming

12. spidey senses

13. she thinks i’m cute

14. rory gilmore

15. boyfriend or mark

16. body guard

17. you are in like

18. vlog

19.

20.

[expectiations]

in this essay i will-

the Doctor and River are just two incredibly powerful celestial beings playing house aaaand send post

[wileys-russo]

childhood sweethearts (13) II a.russo x reader

playlist one two three four five six seven eight nine ten eleven twelve

childhood sweethearts (13) II a.russo x reader

the next few weeks seemed to pass by in a blur and before you knew it you'd blinked and it was the end of the month already.

you and alessia went from only texting when you needed something to texting every day, and then calling most nights if you weren't together, speaking about everything and nothing for hours, stomachs often aching from how hard you'd make one another laugh.

you appreciated the way she seemed genuinely interested in your job, asking questions and listening along intently as you recounted your days.

it surprised you to learn that if she wasn't a footballer she might have pursued teaching, though some of the horror stories you'd spun her about your time at uni and on placement steered her well away from that.

your heart warmed seeing how good she was with the kids when she did the friday football program, well all of the arsenal girls were, and with the program a raging success an agreement had been made between the arsenal academy and the school to offer discounted holiday programs for during the break.

you'd gone to see every single one of her games since the last, alessia's heart bursting to see you sat up with her family every weekend with her jersey on and her last name across your shoulders cheering her on just like old times.

and you were even learning to actually enjoy the game, though thats not to say you still wouldn't groan and complain when alessia would flick on a premier league game to watch after dinner occasionally.

her brothers had relentlessly teased her for it but she brushed them off, trying not to take to heart the jokes that if she didn't lock you down soon someone else might beat her to it.

neither of you had dared to broach that conversation just yet.

her mum was thrilled to see how close the two of you had become again, her parents picking you up most games or taking you out for a drink with them all beforehand, and always inviting you to family dinners afterwards.

and in turn your own mum insisted on both of your families coming together again like old times, and it filled you with joy to see how much time she spent with carol once more.

with the short distance between both of your apartments it seemed to become a routine of sorts that every couple of days one of you would drop by to see the other.

nights were spent taking turns cooking for one another, watching movies or sometimes just talking for hours until you'd both realise the time and need to hurry back home.

alessia had been wanting to ask you to stay the night for a little while now, but not wanting to push things too early on and just enjoying your company in anyway she could she'd hold her tongue every time you'd start to pack your things back up to leave.

but you'd always be sure to walk one another home which inevitably ended in the two of you kissing goodnight, and unbeknownst to alessia every single time you did you had to hold your own tongue not to ask her to stay.

you were yet to put a label on anything, and most of your 'dates' seemed to consist of cosy nights in, nothing super fancy or high maintenance.

you'd not clocked any sort of issue with it either, having known the girl for years it seemed almost silly to even feel the need to go out, much preferring how comfortable the two of you were around one another now you were both clearly trying to get things back on track.

well you didn't see an issue, not until rory opened her mouth one afternoon.

"wait you've not gone out? watching movies together or cooking dinner isn't a date!" your best friend rolled her eyes from where she lounged on your bed, having come over to help you with your quarterly closet clean out.

"anything can be a date if its with the right person!" you argued, holding up a dress to your body as her eyes narrowed and she pointed to the keep pile. "maybe once you're actually dating, but last time i checked the two of you were still dancing around that big question!" you blushed a little at her words and threw a cardigan at her.

"oh this is cute! can i have this?" you chuckled but nodded as she dropped it into the 'rory' pile which you knew was mainly the only reason she'd offered her 'help'.

"but anyway. if its classed as a 'date' it needs to be a bit more than just the two of you lounging about one of your apartments, thats just hanging out and one could argue that would be something strictly platonic!" rory pointed as you sighed at her dramatics.

"we make out, thats not platonic." you shot back with a glare as she ooohed. "and do you braid each others hair and swap secrets too?" the girl cooed as you threw a heel at her head causing her to shriek.

"sorry ro and how many relationships have you been in? oh just one? shut up!" you flipped her off and turned back to your clothes. "okay if anything its because i am in a long term committed happy and healthy relationship i can call this behavior out." rory started, pushing herself to sit up more.

"the two of you are acting like a) just best friends hanging out, or b) an old married couple. neither of which i know you want to be! you're both in your early twenties you should be going out and spending time together doing fun stuff! not curled up watching the same movies you've loved since you were teenagers. at least go to the cinema and see something so you leave the house!" rory tossed a pillow at you which you side stepped.

"so what i should ask her out to do something then?" you asked with a small frown, playing with the sleeves of your hoodie, which was actually alessia's hoodie. "yes! do exactly that. not that i can really blame you for not wanting to go anywhere super public with her but theres loads of stuff you can do to get around that." rory shrugged.

"what do you mean you can't blame me for not wanting to go anywhere super public with her?" you questioned with an air of confusion. "well because she's a fucking celebrity you head case!" rory laughed at you.

that took you off guard as you paused your sorting, moving to take a seat on the edge of the bed with a frown. "well shes not really a celebrity, shes not like an actor or anything." you challenged more so for your own sake.

"please! elite athletes can be just as famous as actors or singers or whatever, if anything even more so because they're more relatable to the general public. for god sakes she's won the euros and made the finals of a world cup you idiot!" another pillow smacked you in the side of the head as you shot the girl a glare.

"she also does sponsorships, ads, she's a branded athlete with adidas, she has a management agency, she's on a professional contract with a huge salary no doubt, and she plays on a global stage for fucking england!" rory ticked off on her fingers with a scoff.

"well yeah but-" you fell quiet at that, head ticking over as it dawned on you that rory was right. "come on just look at her instagram! as if you don't notice the thousands of people obsessing over her." rory chuckled pulling out her phone.

"i hardly use it! case in point you have to text me to like your posts." you rolled your eyes as rory moved to lay down shoving her phone in your face.

"see? she's got like nearly a million followers and look at how many people interact with her posts. she probably gets like a hundrd dm's a day of randoms asking her out, maybe even from other celebrities!" rory laughed nudging her shoulder into you.

"see she met david fucking beckham and it looks like he's the fan in the picture!" rory gasped clicking into one of alessia's more recent posts.

you knew rory didn't mean anything bad by all of this but as you scrolled through the hundreds on hundreds of comments on alessia's posts you chest tightened with an uncomfortable anxiety you'd not felt before.

"god and then theres tiktok and twitter and whatever else. i liked one video about less and it took me days to get rid of the edits of her on my feed." rory shook her head with a grin, grabbing back her phone off you and switching apps.

"see?" she searched up alessias name on tiktok and your eyes widened even further as she scrolled through the hundreds of edits. "jesus christ she is a celebrity." you exhaled, pushing rorys phone away and collapsing onto your back, moving so your head rested on your best friends thigh.

"well duh, what did you think? she's that same little ten year old playing for the school team with all the boys?" "no! i hadn't really thought about it is all. to me she's just...well she's just alessia."

"and that is very sweet of you but also very naive. i don't know how i'd cope if jack was getting that many girls in his comments, thank god he's just a measly banker." rory joked but at her teasing words you felt a stabbing sensation at your chest.

"but hey what have you got to worry about? all they can do is wish, you've already got the girl." rory shrugged tapping on your forehead as you simply hummed, caught up in your head.

did you have nothing to worry about?

~

you looked up from the pan of vegetables you were frying off hearing a knock at your door, lowering the heat and quickly washing your hands.

"hi lessi." you greeted the blonde as you pulled open the door, stepping aside as she hurried in, the weather below zero this week as she shivered.

"hello, aren't you a sight for sore eyes." alessia sighed happily, your lips meeting sweetly as she pulled your body into hers. "mm no one more." the blonde grinned pecking your lips a few more times making you smile.

"dinners almost done. how was training?" you left her to unravel herself from her many layers as you returned to the kitchen, hearing her join you shortly after.

"this morning? yeah it was good! nutmegged leah like ten times, she was fuming." alessia grinned taking a seat at the bench. "thats when you kick it through someones legs right?" you asked, moving the sauce off the heat.

"sure is, look whose learning. maybe we can get you into a sunday league team next!" alessia winked teasingly as you playfully rolled your eyes. "yeah you'd love that wouldn't you." you grabbed her out a bottle of water from the fridge.

"then i had a shoot this afternoon for adidas, that was fun. i just get awkward in front of the camera but the photographer was really nice!" alessia shrugged casually, taking a long swig of water as you hummed, that weird feeling from yesterday returning as you tried to push it away.

"one to ten, how hungry?" you questioned, two bowls in front of you as you grabbed the rice, having made a stir fry.

"mmm like a six? had a late lunch, some meeting with some magazine about some article. luca said we probably won't go forward with it, they've got a reputation for twisting peoples words to create drama that isn't there." alessia recounted as you again only hummed, a slight frown on your face as you dished up.

"thank you gorgeous." the taller girl leaned in to kiss you in appreciation as you handed her the bowl, eyebrows furrowing a little as you turned your head so her lips met your cheek instead.

brushing it off assuming you were probably just tired after a long week she followed after you into the living room. "no!" you warned as she went to sit on the lounge, lowering herself instead to the floor with a roll of her eyes.

"it was one time." the blonde huffed with a pout as you handed her a small handful of napkins, having knocked over a bowl of soup all over your lounge last week. "one time was enough." you smiled taking a seat beside her.

"get a dining table then and we wouldn't have this problem." alessia pinched your cheek as you mocked her and flicked on the tv. "less!" you complained as she plucked the remote from your fingers, flipping channels.

"nooo." you groaned in realization as she put on a mens game, manchester united playing against some other team you didn't know, only recognising the familiar uniform of the russo's childhood team.

"yesss." alessia mocked happily, sighing as she placed a mouthful of stir fry in. "this is really really good, thank you baby." the girl kissed your cheek again as a comfortable silence fell between the two of you as you ate.

it was during this time that alessia picked up maybe there was something going on with you. normally you'd spend the entire game either making comments, asking questions, complaining about how long halves were or teasing her for 'yelling at the players like they can hear you'.

but long after the two of you had finished eating you were still quiet, eyes not even on the tv as you seemed a little lost in your own world. "hey." you snapped out of it as a warm hand squeezed your knee, looking up into a pair of concerned bright blue orbs.

"you alright?" alessia asked, hand still on your knee as you nodded. "i'm fine babe." you forced a tight lipped smile, gently pushing off her hand and grabbing your empty bowls. alessia watched you go with a frown, now almost certain something was going on for you.

initially she didn't want to force it out of you, but as you both sat up on the sofa now and you subtly shuffled a little further away from her alessia couldn't hold her tongue any longer.

"you don't want to finish it? they're up by two!" you frowned at her as she turned the tv off, turning her body to face you. "i know you said you're fine, but i can tell somethings up." alessia started, reaching out for you as you flinched away.

"see! have i done something?" the girl asked as worry flashed across her face and you shook your head. "no no its just-" you struggled to get out your words, groaning and dragging your hands down your face.

"fucking rory." you muttered cursing out your best friend for causing this swirling sea of doubt in your mind. "you're fucking rory?" alessia misunderstood, pulling her hands back with a frown as again you shook your head.

"no! god no, disgusting." you pulled a face of disgust as alessia breathed out in relief. "its not something you've done, well not...directly?" you winced as the frown returned to the strikers face. "i don't understand."

"okay, well can i ask you something?" "of course." "do you consider yourself a celebrity?"

"thats...a loaded question." alessia exhaled as she thought it over. "i don't personally think about myself in that way but i can see why i'd be perceived that way." alessia answered after a moment to contemplate.

"but why do you ask?" alessia asked both concerned and curious as to where this was coming from. "its stupid." you huffed, falling down onto your back as alessia grabbed your ankles, pulling your legs to rest over your lap, relaxing when you made no move to pull away.

"if its bothering you its not stupid, please." the striker requested softly as you sighed. "well rory was talking to me about how its weird we don't ever go out on dates, and then she made some comment about understanding why i wouldn't want to because you're a celebrity." you paused as alessia nodded for you to continue.

"then she showed me your instagram and tiktok and there was just so many comments and i promise i don't dismiss any of your achievements but i guess i never really took a moment to realise just how many other people appreciated them too." you frowned as everything rolled through your mind.

"see! its stupid. of course you're going to get thousands of comments and fans and edits, you're an international football superstar." you threw your hands up, cheeks burning up a little.

"you jealous of all the fangirls love?" alessia teased as insecurity flashed across your face and she quickly realised that was the wrong thing to say.

"hey no i'm sorry, look at me." soft hands grabbed yours and tugged you to sit up. "first of all, its not stupid." alessia promised sincerely, eyes not leaving yours.

"but it is something we have to speak about, and probably should have already spoken about." alessia sighed in realisation, taking your hands into hers again. "social media is...complicated. people think they know me or i owe them something just because im a public figure." alessia started with a frown.

"every little thing i post gets picked apart whether its of me, a holiday, a place, a friend, my family, anything. people find out which cafes i go to for coffee and show up there hoping to see me, follow me to restaurants when i post im out eating with friends, take sneaky videos when im out in public and post them. it can get very invasive and a lot of people have no concept of privacy or boundaries!" alessia warned as you nodded slowly.

"so i guess if we..." alessia gestured between the two of you with a wince as you nodded to show you understood what she was saying. "...then thats something you'll have to know is there. its not going away, if anything the more tournaments i play in, ads i do, sponsors i get, interviews, articles, club trophies, the attention and the fans and the eyes will grow." alessia spoke firmly, still keeping a hold on your hands.

"but i'm not trying to scare you, i just need you to know that its there. i would always do my best to protect you but some things are out of my hands and out of my control, i can't stop what people think, post, say, much as i wish i could." alessia sighed, bringing your hand up to her mouth to kiss your palm.

"please say something." alessia laughed but it was clearly full of nerves, her face falling as you gently pulled your hands out of hers. "its just, this is all very new. i know you're still you, but i guess the thought of having thousands of people all watching everything you do and picking it apart or obsessing over you and wanting you in comments is overwhelming." you admitted, biting your bottom lip as alessia nodded.

"i know. it overwhelms me too but i promise like you said i'm still me, none of this changes that. and if anything ever bothers you like this please just come talk to me about it, i will always listen." alessia promised, relief flooding her body as took her hands again.

"thank you. i'm sorry for being a downer!" you smiled apologetically as the blonde hurriedly shook her head. "never. but you also did raise another very good point!" alessia started as you tilted your head curiously.

"as much as i love our dinners and movies, we've not really been out on a proper date. so can i please take you out on friday night? i'll be at the school for the program anyway so we could go out right after or we could come back and get ready or we could-" you cut her off as you pressed your lips to hers, silencing her worried rambles.

"i'd love to go out on friday lessi."

~

"someones popular today." you bumped your shoulder into alessias as she broke away from your students who'd been clinging to her all afternoon, leah now running a game as she started to break them up into smaller groups.

"i like kids but i do not know how you deal with all the questions! an angel of patience." alessia sighed bumping you back with a smile. "just an angel in general." you teased, catching the girls eyes quickly flicker down to your lips momentarily.

"excuse me miss russo we are in a professional environment, behave yourself." you warned, kissing her cheek quickly when no one was looking and walking off to calm a small argument which had broken out over team names.

"saw that russo." the smile couldn't even be wiped off alessia's face at katies teasing, the irishwoman standing where you previously had as she poked and prodded at the younger girl.

"so when are you bringing your girlfriend to a team night out then?" katie sung out with a grin. "she's not my girlfriend." alessia sighed, smile dropping as katie frowned. "oh, well no one to blame but yourself there. i see the way she looks at you! smitten." the girl clapped her on the back.

"i want to its just, we've got a complicated history." alessia mumbled with a frown. "ah! who doesn't. all ya can do is not repeat past mistakes. i know none of my exes would turn up to a bar to come pick me up wasted out of nowhere!" katie reminded as alessia winced recalling that night.

"god don't remind me, never again." alessia exhaled with a shake of her head. "well then get your girl russo! you'll never know until ya ask." katie shrugged.

"we're going out tonight, i'm gonna take her to that little darts bar its pretty quiet and i think i freaked her out the other day with the whole thousands of fans thing." alessia then explained the conversation you'd had.

"mm yeah, not something i can offer ya any advice on there less. i've always dated the famous ones!" katie winked jokingly, jogging off as the whistle blew.

"did i hear darts bar tonight? i'll tell the girls!" alessia's head whipped around as beth stood behind her, racing off toward leah before alessia could say another word, the girl throwing her head back with a groan.

"alessia! you're on our team!" she was snapped out of it by small hands gripping at her shorts and shirt, tugging her onto the field as she met your eyes on the other side of the oval, a smile sent her way before you returned to your conversation with your coworker.

it wasn't for another hour that alessia was finally able to track you down alone again, and by this time beth had spread the word and the plan was made, far too late for alessia to say a word as katie gave her a sympathetic look.

"hey! can we talk for a second?" you looked up from speaking with chloe, wishing her a good weekend as she walked off and you nodded, gesturing for her to follow after you back into your classroom.

"did you drive here?" you asked as alessia took a seat on top of one of the desks as you started to pack up yours. "no leah gave me a lift."

"perfect, i'll drop you home and then we can get ready separately. i assume you'll want to drive tonight though?" you smiled teasingly, it being no surprise that alessia preferred to be the driver of the two of you.

"look about tonight-" alessia started, watching as you paused, worry flashing across your face for a moment. "i'm not cancelling." the blonde was quick to assure you as you visibly relaxed a litte.

"we just might need to change the plan? beth kind of overheard me talking to katie about it and then assumed it was a group thing and invited a bunch of the girls and its hardly a date if my entire team is there too and-" alessia started to ramble.

"less!" you cut her off as her face blushed red. "i don't mind if the others are there, really. i know you were excited to show me this place, maybe we could just get dinner somewhere else together and then meet them there later?" you suggested as her face lit up.

"yes! god your mind is brilliant." the striker pushed herself up off the desk, her body suddenly pressing yours against your own desk. "well they don't just pay me for my good looks here." you teased, again catching her eyes flicker down to your lips.

"we're still in a professional environment." alessia stated as if to remind herself more than you. "mm i guess i'm off the clock now, its after four." you grinned, hands falling to clasp either side of her face.

"you know i never thought i'd be kissing a teacher in a classroom." alessia tutted, lips curling into a smile as you let out a laugh. "didn't realise this was something you were into? didn't peg you as someone with a teacher kink." you teased, closing the gap between the two of you.

"only if the teacher is you." alessia mumbled against your lips, hands squeezing your hips as you let out a small laugh, pulling away and hugging her tightly, chin resting on her shoulder.

"i'm gonna miss when this program is over. next term its dancing instead of football!" you groaned quietly, feeling her body vibrate with laughter against yours.

"are you trying to dance with me right now?" you laughed as she started to sway the two of you back and forth. "yeah can't you hear the music? would be rude not to." alessia accused sarcastically, pulling you forward a little and taking your hand.

"i seem to remember you used to be a terrible dancer, two left feet." you grinned as she adjusted your hands, one interlocking with hers as the other rested on your hip, yours on the small of her back.

"hey thats not true!" alessia huffed, eyebrows furrowing in offence. "yes it was, remember when you tried to learn the tango to win a bet and-" you were cut off as her lips pressed against yours again. "we promised never to speak of that again." the girl warned mid kiss, starting to dance with you again.

"oh less!" you winced as suddenly she stepped on your foot, eyes widening as she let go of you and stepped back, but her foot catching on the desk she went flying to the ground.

like a domino effect as her body smacked into one of the desks it toppled over, taking down the entire row as alessia winced each time one hit the ground. a moment of silence passed before your body dropped down to the floor, clutching your stomach as waves of laughter ran through you.

"its not funny!" alessia groaned, though after a moment even she couldn't hold back her laughter, the two of you eventually laid down on the floor unable to stop, wiping away small tears which formed as you tried to calm down.

"oh wow, did your students do that?" alessia gasped as she looked up and saw the galaxy of stars all over the roof once the two of you finally calmed a little.

"no i did, makes it way easier to get them to calm down after lunch sometimes. i turn all the lights off and draw the blinds, then i get them all to pick a star and stand under it, close their eyes count to ten and make a wish for the future. works nearly every time!" you smiled fondly, alessia stealing a glance at you.

"its cool the school lets you decorate like this, i wish our classrooms were this colourful and lively. i might have actually paid attention!" alessia shrugged as you kicked her gently. "you did pay attention, just to my work so you could copy off of it." you poked her with a smirk.

"they give us some freedom just no budget, almost all of this is self funded." you explained as alessia's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "wait really?"

"yeah, a lot of the stuff needed to actually run a cohesive program isn't deemed as so. like name tags, the reading books, plants, most of the stationary, the posters, all bought by me. then activities like when we have snacks on movie days, end of term pizza parties, none of thats covered by the department either." you shrugged as if it was no big deal.

"wait so you personally buy all that stuff?" alessia asked in disbelief as you nodded. "well yeah, just because the department doesn't think these kids need this stuff doesn't mean they don't deserve it. a public school education shouldn't set them back on resources and opportunities compared to a private one just because of money, i like to think im doing my bit to mend the gap when i can." you looked back up to the ceiling with a smile.

"what was that for?" you laughed as alessia quickly pecked your lips. "because teachers deserve more money. but i can't help that so i figured a kiss was the next best thing!" alessia grinned cheekily as you grabbed her shirt, pulling her mouth back to meet yours again.

though as she pushed herself up and moved to hover over you, you leapt away from one another at the sound of someone clearing their throat.

but both of you sighed in relief as you realised it was only leah who stood with a smirk and a bunch of flowers in her hand. "sorry to interrupt. but less left these in my car and i wouldn't want to steal them from their rightful recipient." leah spoke as the striker hurried to her feet.

a silent conversation seeming to be had between the two blondes through a series of facial expressions alessia accepted the flowers and leah sent you a smile before leaving, closing the door after her.

"for you." alessia blushed bright red as you stood, accepting them with your own cheeks tinted rosy pink. "they're beautiful." you swooned, placing them on your desk and pulling her into a tight hug.

"well beautiful girls deserve beautiful things."

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fourteen

[selarina]

→ Suna Rintaro x Fem!Reader (Series Completed)

Summary: When a guy asks for your number, you sternly insist on a condition that leads to unexpected love.

Content Warning: Strangers to Lovers, Fluff, Angst, Suggestive, Eventual Smut, Canon-Compliant, Swearing, Social Media AU, Drinking

Author's Note: Trying my hand at social media aus because I had an idea. It's going to be a short one but these are fun to do. But also, they are so much work :/

Taglist: Closed

Character Profiles

Chapters

01) Girls Night

02) The Morning After

03) Pretty

04) Thrice As Pretty

05) Chess With You

06) Right Answer

07) Hoodie

08) Switching Sides

09) Ghost

10) Flowers

11) (Surprise) Birthday

12) Aquarium Date

13) Soft-Launching

14) Hard-Launching

TAGLIST: @wolffmaiden @tenaciouswritersheep @90s-belladonna @alienvarmint @kodzuchim @themoonreflectsthesun @baramii @haruskatana @rukia-uchiha-98 @aimno256 @userwithlotsoftime @the-moonandthehermit @alldaladiesloveleooo @iluv-ace @noideawhothatis @vivian-555 @buggy-cj @butterscotch-ripple-icecream @cloudsvna @zukowantshishonourback @rory-cakes @shookykookie30 @2baddies-1porsche @thechaosoflonging @rntrsuna @ahnneyong @saiewithakatana @sukunasrealgf @reveusecherie @tkooooop @k0z3me @riiceandsoup @weird0o0 @toomanygoldfish @seiamor @thebrownemo @breakmyheartlater @xbl00dy-r0s3x @linmabbe @scarifiey

[nzstax]

numbers as TV doctor who companions

susan = 10 000

barbara = 480

ian = 177

vicki = 91

steven = 1130

katarina = ℯ²-ℯ

dodo = 36

ben = 1760

polly = 42 780

jamie = 2

victoria = 827

zoe = 3n+1

alistair = 410

liz = log₂3

benton = 10

yates = -9

jo= 208 271

sarah jane= 0330 100 0601

harry = 8.73

leela= 538

romana 1 = 1 x 10^700

romana 2 = 1 x 10^800 + 44

adric = π

nyssa = 4109

tegan = 42

turlough = -268

peri = 1622

mel = 74

ace = 100 gazillion

grace = 26 040

rose = 210 000

adam = -3014,671

mickey = 2818

martha = 42 110

donna = 13

jack = 201 520

amy = 11 200

rory = -1078

clara = 874

river = 31 419

nardole = 5610

bill = 266

graham = 830,012

ryan = 39

yasmin = 3 424 218

dan = 1999

ruby = 4626

[noforkingclue]

Whumptober 2024 Masterlist

Day 1-Race Against the Clock (13th Doctor x reader)

Day 2- Trust Issues (Merlin x reader)

Day 3- Set Up for Failure (dark!11th Doctor x reader)

Day 4- Hallucinations (Missy x reader)

Day 5- Sunburn (Rory Williams x reader)

Day 6- Not Realising They're Injured (River Cartwright x OC)

Day 7- Only For Emergencies (10th Doctor x reader)

Day 8- Sleep Deprivation (dark!12th Doctor x reader)

Day 9- Obsession (dark!10th Doctor x reader)

Day 10- Blow To The Head (Rory Williams x reader)

Day 11- Seeing Double (12th Doctor x reader)

Day 12- Starvation (Simm!Master x reader)

Day 13- Team As A Family (11th Doctor x reader)

Day 14- Left For Dead (Batman x reader)

Day 15- Childhood Trauma (Missy x reader)

Day 16- Necrosis (15th Doctor x reader)

Day 17- Nowhere Else To Go (Michael Gray x reader)

Day 18- Revenge (8th Doctor x reader)

Day 19- Blood Trail (Doc Ock x reader)

Day 20- Emotional Angst (9th Doctor x reader)

Day 21- Body Horror (Five x reader)

Day 22- Bleeding Through Bandages (Thomas Shelby x reader)

Day 23- Forced Choice (Dick Grayson x reader)

Day 24- Radiation Poisoning (10th Doctor x reader)

Day 25- Surgery (Thomas Shelby x reader)

Day 26- Nightmares (10th Doctor x reader)

Day 27- Voiceless (9th Doctor x reader)

Day 28- Denial (Mycroft Holmes x reader)

Day 29- Fatigue (11th Doctor x reader)

Day 30- Recovery (Michael Gray x reader)

Day 31- Asking For Help (River Cartwright x OC x James 'Spider' Webb)

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

you know you're doing something right when you, as the author, are shaking and crying and autistic hand-flapping when re-reading over the scene you just wrote

[jenniferjareauwife]

Hey! I have a request;

JJ’s teenage daughter staying out all night the night of her prom and doesn’t come home until 5/6 in the morning and JJ finds out she was out all night with a guy she’s been seeing. Lots of angst/hurt and then comfort, pleaaase <3

Where The Hell Have You Been?

pairing: jennifer jareau x daughter reader

category: angst, hurt/comfort

warnings: none

word count: 836

age: 16

summary: you don't come home until the next morning after prom and your mom is worried sick

a/n: it's giving rory and dean from gilmore girls

"Shit shit shit shit shit!" I nearly ripped my hair out of my head when I looked at the time. My kind of boyfriend was asleep beside me in his car and it was 5 in the morning. I was supposed to be home by 1. I had 13 missed calls from my mom and about 90 texts. This wasn't going to end well. "Jace...Jace wake up." I practically slapped him in the face.

"What...huh?" He rubbed his eyes groggily.

"I need you to drive me home right now."

"Oh shit." He saw the time and his eyes widened. "Ok yeah."

"Oh fuck. My mom's going to be so mad."

"Don't worry. I'll explain everything to her-"

"You will not say anything. She cannot see you she will kill you and I would really rather you not die."

"Ok...yeah I like that idea."

He dropped me off at my house and then sped off. I picked my dress up so it didn't get wet and then knocked on the front door. It was immediately answered on the second knock. "Where the hell have you been?" My mom's voice was stern and her eyes were icy. She was really fucking mad.

"I-I'm so sorry, I fell asleep i-in his car a-and I just woke up ten minutes ago, I'm so sorry mom!" I exclaimed. She dragged me into the house by my wrist and slammed the door behind me.

"I was worried sick about you, you know that? I thought you were kidnapped or that you were dead or maybe he raped you. I didn't sleep!"

"I'm sorry!" I sobbed. "I didn't mean to, I really didn't mean to!" I sat down on the couch and held my head in my hands.

"No phone for a month. You are not going out with that boy ever again-"

"Mom no-"

"Yes. I didn't know where you were for four hours. It was the middle of the night, you were not answering your phone, nobody knew where you were." I covered my ears as she raised her voice.

"Mom stop." My voice was barely a whisper so she couldn't hear me. She kept scolding me, telling me how stupid it was and how worried she was. "Mom stop!" I exclaimed, my hands shaking a bit. She immediately shut her mouth and looked down at me. "I'm sorry, ok? I'm sorry. I really didn't mean it and I didn't mean to scare you and I'm so sorry, it'll never happen again just please stop yelling."

"Oh honey." Her voice softened immensely as she knelt down in front of me. "Honey, I'm sorry." She gently grabbed my face, caressing my cheeks while lifting my head so I was looking up at her. "I'm sorry baby I didn't mean to yell."

"It was an accident." I whispered. "I really didn't mean to." She leaned forward so our foreheads were touching before tilting her head up to kiss my forehead. "I'm so sorry-"

"Stop apologizing baby." She kissed my forehead again. "It's ok. I'm not mad."

"Then why were you yelling?"

"I was worried sick and I was taking that out on you, I'm so sorry." She stopped holding my face and instead rubbed my thighs. "I'm your mom, it's my job to worry, ok? I'm so sorry for yelling at you like that." I nodded. "Now are you ok? Did anything happen?" I shook my head.

"Nothing happened."

"Good. Oh God I'm so glad to hear that." She sighed in relief and wiped away my tears before wiping away her own. "I love you so much sweetheart, I just really want you to be safe and I was so scared that you weren't safe, you know? With all I see at my job, when something bad happens I automatically think it's something really bad."

"Yeah I get it." I sniffled.

"I'm so sorry for yelling." She whispered. "I don't know what got into me, I'm really sorry." I nodded.

"It's ok."

"It's not ok-"

"Mom can we please not do this right now? I'm really tired and I just want to sleep." She nodded and helped me stand up. "You can stay with me though. I missed you. I wanted to tell you all about last night but now I'm just...super fucking tired."

She held my hand while walking upstairs to my room. I plopped down on my bed without taking my dress off. "Wanna take it off? It's gonna get wrinkled." She pointed out. I just nodded and stood up so she could unzip me. I undressed in front of her, not really caring since she was my mom and she was already in my bed, facing the wall.

"I really am sorry." I said again. "It won't happen again. I promise." She draped her arm over my waist and pulled me close to her.

"I know honey. You don't have to keep apologizing, ok? I understand." She kissed the back of my head. "I love you."

"I love you too."

[socially-awkward-skeleton]

Masterlist

John Price x Fem!OC (Rory Sinclair - 3rd person pov)

Summary: Sgt. Rory Sinclair with the Special Reconnaissance Regiment of the British army has been called on to assist with a joint US/UK operation. Quickly discovering that her Commanding Officer for the mission is a man she's met before...

This series is set in 2017 before the events of the first MW game

Minors DNI 18+ - Slow burn, eventual smut, canon typical violence, suggestive dialogue, swearing, smoking, human trafficking, torture, terrorism, morally grey characters, British slang

Chapter 1 - Out of the Frying Pan 🔸️Chapter 2 - Stranger in a Strange Land 🔸️Chapter 3 - Paint it, Black 🔸️Chapter 4 - Witness 🔸️Chapter 5 - Hell Broke Loose 🔸️Chapter 6 - Wait and Bleed 🔸️Chapter 7 - Will and Worry 🔸️Chapter 8 - Crave You 🔸️Chapter 9 - In For the Kill 🔸️Chapter 10 - Even if it Hurts 🔸️Chapter 11 - Future Starts Slow 🔸️Chapter 12 - Free Animal 🔸️Chapter 13 - Rock the Casbah 🔸️Chapter 14 - Question of Time 🔸️Chapter 15 - Warm Shadow 🔸️Chapter 16 - Only Human (smut) 🔸️Chapter 17 - Out of the Black 🔸️Chapter 18 - Some Unholy War

Playlist

[AO3]

[womenloverlmao]

Masterlist!

Spencer Reid~

Forgot Something? - in which Genius Dr. Spencer Reid forgets something very important before he leaves for work

Dropped - (angst) based on champagne problems by Taylor Swift

Baby - in which reader calls Spencer baby for the first time

Necklace - in which Spencer puts on readers necklace for them

Tricky Treat - In which Spencer finds out about the most amazing treat on his favorite holiday but it’s a little tricky

NSFW:

Sweater Weather - in which Spencer gets needy after seeing reader in a sweater and little high waisted shorts (based on sweater weather by the neighborhood

NSFW Alphabet

Pegging - in which spencer gets pegged idfk what you want from me

Service Top Spence

Headcanons:

College Student Reader

ADHD Reader

Missing Shirt?

Iris

Maid + Man of honor

Reading

Mine - based on mine by Taylor Swift

Christian Reader

Music

The Kind of Husband He Is - pregnant wife reader

Scott Pilgrim~

Characters with chubby reader

Characters with rugby player reader

Wallace X Reader X Scott headcanon

Rory Culkin~

Charlie Walker-

Your Loser - in which reader braids Charlies hair

Scott Bartlett-

I love you? - in which they say I love you for the first time

Cooties - self explanatory

Samuel Lafferty-

Your group of three - in which reader is thankful for her group of three

Surprise! - in which Sam is met with a surprise on readers lap when he gets home

Sweet Girls - In which reader gets a surprising amount of sleep with a newborn in the house

Clyde-

Fix you - not a story but might make it one

Dumbasses - in which reader and Clyde are both dumbasses

Skater Boy & Preacher girl - in which Tate is rushed but Clyde and Preacher! Reader fall in love

AGED UP. Morgan Hess-

Lights - In which reader learns to keep a light on

13 Days of Halloween 2024

[femmehysteria]

Best Character Named X Poll

FOLLOW @best-character-named-x-poll

I'm doing a series of "Best Character Named X" polls where all the characters have the same first name but are from completely different media, feel free to send in name/charcacter suggestions, I'm posting one poll a day. New polls scheduled for 1:30PM GMT everyday.

ask box closed for now

WILL BE POSTING POLLS ON @best-character-named-x-poll FROM FEB 1ST

If your favourite character is not included in the poll very sorry i have either never heard of them or actively chose not to include them as theres only 6 characters per poll. Characters will only count of that is their first name, surnames do not count.

Round 85: David

Round 86: Tiffany

Round 87: Charlie

Round 88: Sandy

Round 89: Cody

Round 90: Amanda

Round 91: Jeremy

Past Polls and Poll Ideas under the cut

Names that I have a complete list for*

Caroline, Tyler, Louis, Leonard, Rebecca, Steve, Nicole, Isabelle, Victoria, Katherine, Jade, Alex, Sophie, Greg, Jake, Ellie, Isaac, Robin, Tony, Annie, Lisa, Margaret, Oliver, Clark, Kara, Phoebe, Emma, Ruby, Bart, Alfie, Beth, Julian, Nancy, Penny, Margaret, Tessa, Erica, Theresa, George, Kevin, Sebastian, Felix, Martin, Michael, Erin, Caleb, Helen, Charlotte, Kyle, Martha, Diana, Elsa, Gary, Zoe, Connor, Colin, Daisy, Eric, Maya, Adam, Andy, Magnus, Alma, Nora, Alice, Spike, Leon, Marcel, Kim, Juno, Sue, Chris, Otto, Donald, Daphne, Kate, Todd, Ned, Ken, Angel, Judy, Jo, Hazel, Naomi, Diego, Miranda, Joel, Lila, Duncan, Dexter, Meredith, Pearl, Lily, Malcolm, Napolean, Joan, Nico, Jamie, Nadia, Velma, Jill, Kiera, Rory, Evan, Tam, Klaus, Neil, Derek, Michelle, Luna, Laila, Cordelia, Zack, Imogen, Felicity, Cindy, Alicia, Kelly, Alan, April, Astrid, Delilah, Jodie, Claudia, Juliet, Karen, Jonas, Milo, Celia, Hannah, Joy, Ethan, Katya, Aria, Atticus, Ian, Cynthia, Faye, Frank, Boo, River, Corey, Gabrielle, Minerva, Ebony, Zia, Beverly, Rudy, Georgina

Names I have an incomplete list for (welcome to send character suggestions)

Richter, Sean, Troy, Cain, Agatha, Warren, Percy, Reggie, Mina, Ryan, Felicia, Dylan, Josh, Shirley, Debbie, Jared, June, Mabel, Ray, Chad, Moe, Hugh, Fearne, Christine, Joe, August, May, Scarlet, Alana, Leela, Manny, Dean, Francis, Mason, Oscar, Quinn, Guy, Ulrich, Wally, Yasmin, Tobias, Woody, Sabrina, Quentin, Margot, Alina, Matilda, Freya, Kendra, Angus, Ophelia, Leisel, Zelda, Adora, Piper, Scarlet, Sheila, Valentine, Laurie, Laurel, Fitz, Violet, Gabriel, Ford, Artemis, Owen, Bianca, Newton, Summer, Darcy, Noah, Taylor, Miriam, Hugh, Aurora, Hank, Henry, Dawn, Delia, Cosmo, Wanda, Zeke, Cecil, Aiden, Calvin, Ayesha, Beatrice, Parker, Chase, Hunter, Tina, Misty, Amaya, Amara, Harvey, Talia, Tatiana, Tanya, Orion, Eugene, Kit, Bo, Duke, Blue, Cameron, Rudolf, Mara, Marianne, Carl

Feel free to send more suggestions

*subject to change, you can still submit a character if there is no strikethrough if you think theres a character that its an absolute crime i dont add. Please don't suggest anything for the names with a strikethrough as they are polls that are already in my queue waiting to be published.

Past Polls

Round 1: Peter : WINNER: Peter Parker (Spider-Man)

Round 2: Elizabeth : WINNER: Elizabeth Swann (Pirates of the Caribbean)

Round 3: Jason : WINNER: Jason Mendoza (The Good Place)

Round 4: Eve : WINNER: EVE (WALL-E)

Round 5: Fred : WINNER: Fred Jones (Scooby-Doo)

Round 6: Rachel : WINNER: Rachel (Animorphs)

Round 7: Arthur : WINNER: Arthur Pendragon (Merlin)

Round 8: Amy : WINNER: Amy Pond (Doctor Who)

Round 9: Tom : WINNER: Tom (Tom and Jerry)

Round 10: Claire : WINNER: Clare Devlin (Derry Girls)

Round 11: James : WINNER: James (Pokemon)

Round 12: Max : WINNER: Max (Black Sails)

Round 13: Simon : WINNER: Simon Belmont (Castlevania)

Round 14: Jane : WINNER: Jane Crocker (Homestuck)

Round 15: Victor : WINNER: Victor Nikiforov (Yuri On Ice)

Round 16: Mary : WINNER: Mary Poppins (Mary Poppins)

Round 17: Will : WINNER: Will Graham (Hannibal)

Round 18: Laura : WINNER: Laura Palmer (Twin Peaks)

Round 19: Ben : WINNER: Ben "Obi-Wan" Kenobi (Star Wars)

Round 20: Chloe : WINNER: Chloe Price (Life Is Strange)

Round 21: John : WINNER: Jonathan Sims (The Magnus Archives)

Round 22: Lydia : WINNER: Lydia Deetz (Beetlejuice)

Round 23: Mark : WINNER: Marc Spector (Moon Knight)

Round 24: Jess : WINNER: Jesse Pinkman (Breaking Bad)

Round 25: Theo : WINNER: Theobald Gumbar (Dimension 20: A Crown Of Candy)

Round 26: Sarah: WINNER: Sarah Jane Smith (Doctor Who)

Round 27: Richard : WINNER: Richard Gansey III (The Raven Cycle)

Round 28: Cass : WINNER: Cassandra Cain (Batman)

Round 29: Edward : WINNER: Edward Elric (Fullmetal Alchemist)

Round 30: Carm : WINNER: Carmen Sandiego (Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego?)

Round 31: Hal : WINNER: HAL9000 (2001: A Space Odyssey)

Round 32: Sid : WINNER: Sydney Adamu (The Bear)

Round 33: Jack : WINNER: Captain Jack Harkness (Doctor Who)

Round 34: Stephanie : WINNER: Stephanie Brown (Batman)

Round 35: Ash : WINNER: Ash Ketchum (Pokemon)

Round 36: Veronica : WINNER: Veronica Sawyer (Heathers)

Round 37: Kurt : WINNER: Kurt Wagner aka Nightcrawler (X-Men)

Round 38: Eleanor : WINNER: Eleanor Shellstrop (The Good Place)

Round 39: Nathan : WINNER: Nathan Young (Misfits)

Round 40: Fiona : WINNER: Princess Fiona (Shrek)

Round 41: Gale : WINNER: Gayle Waters-Waters (Chris Fleming)

Round 42: Barbara : WINNER: Barbara Millicent Roberts aka Barbie (Barbie)

Round 43: Sam : WINNER: Samwise Gamgee (Lord of the Rings)

Round 44: Grace : WINNER: Grace Chastity (Nerdy Prudes Must Die)

Round 45: Barry : WINNER: Barry Bluejeans (The Adventure Zone)

Round 46: Raven : WINNER: Raven (Teen Titans)

Round 47: Dan : WINNER: Danny Fenton (Danny Phantom)

Round 48: Mia : WINNER: Mia Fey (Ace Attorney)

Round 49: Matt : WINNER: Matt Murdock (Daredevil)

Round 50: Rose : WINNER: Rose Tyler (Doctor Who)

Round 51: Robert : WINNER: Robbie Rotten (LazyTown)

Round 52: Lola : WINNER: Lola Bunny (Space Jam)

Round 53: Scott : WINNER: Scott Summers aka Cyclops (X-Men)

Round 54: Olivia : WINNER: Olivia Octavious (Spiderverse)

Round 55: Finn : WINNER: Finn the Human (Adventure Time)

Round 56: Emily : WINNER: Emily Charlton (The Devil Wears Prada)

Round 57: Elliot : WINNER: Eliot Spencer (Leverage)

Round 58: Sonia : WINNER: Sonia (Pokemon)

Round 59: Gideon : WINNER: Gideon Nav (The Locked Tomb)

Round 60: Jen : WINNER: Jennifer Check (Jennifer's Body)

Round 61: Miles : WINNER: Miles Morales (Spider-Man)

Round 62: Lana : WINNER: Lana Skye (Ace Attorney)

Round 63: Spencer : WINNER: Spencer Shay (iCarly)

Round 64: Tracy : WINNER: Tracy Turnbald (Hairspray!)

Round 65: Luke : WINNER: Luke Skywalker (Star Wars)

Round 66: Natalie : WINNER: Natalie Scatorccio (Yellowjackets)

Round 67: Harry : WINNER: Harry Du Bois (Disco Elysium)

Round 68: Lucy : WINNER: Lucy van Pelt (Peanuts)

Round 69: Damian : WINNER: Damian Wayne (Batman)

Round 70: Tabitha : WINNER: Tabitha Casper (Dan and Phil Games: Sims 4)

Round 71: Nick : WINNER: Nicholas D. Wolfwood (Trigun)

Round 72: Gwen : WINNER: Guinevere (Merlin)

Round 73: Paul : WINNER: Paulette Bonafonte (Legally Blonde)

Round 74: Abigail : WINNER: Abigail Hobbs (Hannibal)

Round 75: Jordan : WINNER: Jordan Baker (The Great Gatsby)

Round 76: Donna : WINNER: Donna Noble (Doctor Who)

Round 77: Morgan : WINNER: Morgana (Merlin)

Round 78: Allison : WINNER: Alison Cooper (BBC Ghosts)

Round 79: Patrick : WINNER: Patrick Star (Spongebob Squarepants)

Round 80: Linda : WINNER: Linda Belcher (Bob's Burgers)

Round 81: Philip : WINNER: Philip J. Fry (Futurama)

Round 82: Clarisse : WINNER: Clarisse La Rue (Percy Jackson)

Round 83: Jeff

Round 84: Maria

[nox140497]

Being Colby Brocks Baby Sister Headcanons

Prompt: No.

Request: - Yes.

Summery/ Request: Can you do Colby Brock x adopted 13 year old sister reader (she is half South African and half Brazilian and has tan skin) with ADHD headcannons and has similar personality to Rory keaner from Mbav and Richie Tozier from IT 2017 and she's very very sassy and and when Colby is running after her when she runs away she runs faster than a cheetah and is hyper and can roast people + humbles people like how north west does to Kim K and when Colby or everyone yells at her for doing something she tries not to laugh and stays chill and calm and she's fearless and brave and when Colby and sam + his friends when they're at the haunted house and they tell her to do something embarrassing she does it + how his friends (sam,Tara,jake,Corey, johnnie and brennen) + Colby would react to her and think of her.

Pairings: Big brother Colby Brock x little sister reader

Author's Note: This didn't take as long as I thought it would. I'm not completely happy with how this one ended up, but here you go. Also, so I messed up a bit and can't find the original ask, and I can't remember who sent it, but here you go. Thank you for the request. I hope you like it

Masterlist

Prompt List

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Colby's always been the baby of the family.So when his parents decided to adopt a 13 year old girl, he wasn't sure how to feel about it.

But as soon as he met her, he knew she was going to bring a lot of energy and sass into their lives.

The girl's name was Y/N, and she was half South African and half Brazilian. She had tan skin, curly dark hair, and big brown eyes that were always filled with mischief.

Colby (and later his ftiends too) was very interested in learning about her heritage and all of the different traditions that went with it.

Y/N had been diagnosed with ADHD at a young age, and it was clear that she had a similar personality to both Rory Keaner from 'My Babysitter's a Vampire' and Richie Tozier from 'IT 2017'. She was sassy, hyper, and had a knack for roasting people with her quick wit. She was also quick to put you in your place if you were being stupid or mean.

She often used this to defend her new big brother from people who tried to bully him.

Y/N was fearless and brave, never afraid to speak her mind or try new things. And she was also incredibly fast. Whenever Colby tried to catch her when she ran away, she would sprint faster than a cheetah, always managing to stay one step ahead of him.

Once she started going on adventures with him and Sam he had to chase her down alot...

But despite her wild and energetic nature, Y/N had a kind heart and always humbled people with her words, just like North West does to her famous mother, Kim Kardashian.

Colby's friends were apprehensive about her at first, not really sure what to make of her.

Sam, I feel, would be the first to warm up to her. Also, he likes the fact that she causes Colby almost the same amount of chaos as what Colby causes him...

I feel like Jake would get along the best with her when he's warmed up to her. The reason for this is I think their hyper energies would just compliment one another, and they'd love paying pranks on each other and the others... Mostly Colby...

Tara loves her, too. She likes how honest and witty she is.

Johnnie gets along with Jake so I'm sure he'd get along with her as well.

Corey likes to play pranks on everyone with her. She comes up with the BEST prank ideas. She's also a pretty good dancer, so he likes to dance with her.

Brennen gets along with her. He thinks she can be a little childish sometimes, but hey, she's 13.

All in all they were all eventually rather taken with her. They loved her sassy attitude and her fearless nature. They were also impressed by her ability to stay calm and chill, even when someone was yelling at her for doing something mischievous.

Colby says he sometimes thinks that they like her better than they like him.

One day, Colby and Sam decided to go to a haunted house and take Y/N with them as well as taking a few other friends. Y/N, of course, was ecstatic about the idea and couldn't wait to explore the spooky place. As they walked through the dark corridors, their friends dared Y/N to do something embarrassing. Without hesitation, she accepted the challenge and did it with confidence and sass.

Colby and his friends couldn't help but laugh at Y/N's fearlessness and her ability to always stay true to herself. They admired her for being unapologetically herself and never letting anyone dull her shine.

Y/N had quickly become a beloved member of their group, and they couldn't imagine their lives without her.

As for Colby, he was grateful to have Y/N as his adopted sister. She had brought a whole new level of fun and excitement into his life, and he couldn't wait to see what adventures they would embark on together in the future.

Y/N was not only his sister but also his best friend, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

[selarina]

→ Suna Rintaro x Fem!Reader

Summary: When a guy asks for your number, you sternly insist on a condition that leads to unexpected love.

Content Warning: Strangers to Lovers, Fluff, Highly Suggestive, Canon-Compliant, Swearing, Social Media AU

Taglist: Closed

Series Masterlist

Chapter 13: Soft-Launching

A/N: Can't believe the next chapter's the last one for this series

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