#I mean it worked out great last time - our boys are amazing

[running-in-the-dark]

looking at cats that are up for adoption at the local animal shelter and... I think out of all the cats there were two that don't require letting them go outside 🙃

[imaginesig]

“Now hang on, Joseph, you’ll make it someday”

Oscar Pastry x Theatre Actor! Reader

SMAU

childhood best friends to lovers with Oscar Piastri (you dont need any musical theatre knowledge to still understand this)

ynln

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ynln: ⚠️DON'T FEED THE PLANTS⚠️ Thank you @/melbournecomminitytheatre for the opportunity to play Audrey in Little Shop of Horrors!! It was a dream!!

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oscarpiastri you were wonderful love!!

ynln 🫶🫶

nicolepiastri such a beatutiful job sweetie!!

ynln thank you!!

melbournecomminitytheatre It was an honor to use your talent!!

ynln the talent you taught me?? anytime!

user1 praying you get to move to a larger theatre

user2 it is kinda sweet its the same theatre she's grown up in

logansargent incredible show!!

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ynln: closing a show means I have some free time to support my best friend 🧡🧡

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oscarpiastri you look lost in that second slide, take about 4 steps over

ynln my knight in shining armor! What would I do without you

landonorris you wore the wrong number this weekend...

ynln keep dreaming Norris

landonorris can't blame a guy for trying

mclaren come back anytime!!

user1 ah yes the second pic flirting, celebration dinner, all looks very extremely platonic to me

user2 let them be friends, its playful banter

user3 exactly boys and girls can be just friends

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oscarpiastri: great performance, great audience

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ynln boo 🍅🍅🍅

oscarpiastri what's wrong with this now

ynln emotionless caption

mclaren great weekend!!!

landonorris mate

oscarpiastri what now?

landonorris last slide? im hurt

user1 lmao not Y/n and Oscar both giving him shit

user 2 who's the girl??

user3 Y/n L/n, she's oscars childhood bff. She's a theatre actor who is well known in Melbourne and fairly popular on tik Tok for her music/theatre content

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caption: no one told me looking over scripts took this much work...

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ynln

imagine the work I put in when get the role

why does theatre take more work than racing 😭😭

thank you for all the help tho 🫶

anytime 🫶

user1

omg does Y/n have a new role??

user2

not you announcing her new potential role

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ynln: I'm so excited to announce I've booked the role of the Narrator in "Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat!!" Thank you Her Majesty's Theatre in Melbourne for taking a chance on me!!

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oscarpiatri CONGRATS

oscarpiastri IM SO EXCITED FOR YOU

oscarpiastri YOU ARE GONNA KILL IT

ynln THANK YOU

oscarpiastri why are you on the floor

ynln twas the moment after I found out I landed the role

nicolepiastri I will be at every show!!

friend_1 moving on up!!

user1 booking my flight now

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ynln: "Go, Go, Go Jo!!"

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actor1 we really are "go, go, go" -ing

actor4 im so glad our break is here

ynln you can say that again!

actor2 t-1 months until opening!!

ynln so so excited!!

actor3 the second photo is so real

user1 I can't wait!!

user2 im so excited

user3 what's your fav song??

ynln probably "Go Go Go Joseph" but I love "Close Every Door To Me" despite not being in the number!

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oscarpiastri: First Grand Prix and ive taken home more than a trophy 🏆

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ynln IM SO PROUD

ynln SHOW THEM HOW ITS DONE OZ

ynln ITS THAT BEST FRIEND LUCK

oscarpiastri *girlfriend luck

ynln I LOVE YOU🫶

oscarpiastri I love you too🫶

nicolepiastri I'm so proud baby boy! I love you so much ❤️

oscarpiastri thank you for everything! I love you too ❤️

carlossainz55 congrats oscar 👍🏼

georgerussel63 well done mate 👏

mclaren thats out OSC 🧡

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ynln: HES A GP WINNER (and my bf🤭)

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ynln i have so many new followers, hi new friends 👋😁

oscarpiastri surley those were not the best pics available to use

ynln ...

oscarpiastri I love you 🫶

ynln i love you too 🫶

nicolepiastri ❤️

usser1 lmao she may be dating him now, but she'll always come at him like a best friend

user2 im still not over this

user3 im crying

user4 Y/n is out here living our dream life

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ynln: tech week 🥴

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Actor1 we got this

ynln 🤞🤞

Actor2 push, push, push

ynln 👊👊

Actor3 screaming crying throwing up

ynln you can say that again

nicolepiastri remember our dinner plans! You deserve it

ynln you’re too kind ❤️❤️

user1 I am so excited!!

user2 ahhhh opening night is coming!!!

user3 poor girl- tech is the worst!

user4 I’m so ready to see the entire thing

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Captions: (1) come with me to open Joseph at Her Majesty's theatre!! (2) Warm ups and lift call!!

captions: (1) @/oscarpiastri thank you for the flowers love! They make up for you not being here (2) 5 minutes til places

captions: (1) I love you @/nicolepiastri!!! Thank you for supporting me like im your own daughter (2) so many of you came to the stage door post-show!! It is so crazy to me that that many of you wanted to take pics, get signatures, and talk to me! This community theatre girl is properly blown away! Thank you and goodnight 🫶

messages:

Oz 🧡

Congrats on a wonderful opening!! I know you killed it

Mom has not stopped gushing about it

thank you Oz

and thank you for the flowers, that was really sweet

just because im not there doesn't mean I wasn't thinking of you

I just can't wait to see it myself

me either!!

well you need sleep so goodnight

goodnight, call me tomorrow

I love you ❤️

I love you too ❤️

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caption: busy off week planned @/logansargent✈️🇦🇺

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caption: another week, another set of shows!! @/josephactor

oscarpiastri posted a story!

caption: (1) I heard something about some cute actress here idk

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ynln: "I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this"

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oscarpiastri good cause we're never going back

ynln ❤️❤️

logansargent you were amazing!! I was in awe

ynln thank you Logan!!

user1 im gonna cry

user2 they're soulmates your honor

user3 that second pic is adorable

user4 the costuming is incredible

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oscarpiastri: my star

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ynln call us the solar system cause we both shine

landnorris that was bad even for me

ynln 😔

ynln I love you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

oscarpiastri I love you too!!!!!!!!!!!!

nicolepiastri my babies ❤️

mclaren a star and a moon 🔭

user1 I love them so much

user2 his star ‼️

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[w2soneshots]

Can you make a short one about us singing Harry’s distrack home alone and he brings the boys home and they just hear us singing it and cooking. And We Get scared and emberesed all all it is just super fluffy

Caught -W2S

words: 0.5k+

warnings: none.

summary: when you’re home alone you subconsciously start singing Harry’s old diss track. But unbeknownst to you four of the sidemen are listening.

notes: I love this idea! I think it's time for my monthly 'sidemen diss tracks' rewatch😂. Enjoy babe!🌟💞

"Creature was shit. Why did we have to wait four months for it?" I sang quietly as I made myself dinner. "You said you were evolving, but you didn't do bits. You just evolved into the first male with tits." I continued before taking a sip of the wine I just poured. "You said you had to get some things off your chest. So, tell me, why the fuck do you still have breasts?"

I've been with Harry for years. We met just as he moved to London and immediately hit it off. So I was present for the entire diss track era, meaning I have unintentionally learned the lyrics to Harry's 'Ksi Sucks' song. Along with the fact it's recently gone viral and is all over TikTok. "Yeah, you're leaving the Sidemen, but, thankfully. You made the other guys. But you didn't make me. So I can stand here on my own two feet. As I chat shit about you on this old-school beat." The pan sizzled as the chicken cooked, and a puff of steam erupted into the air.

I heard a chuckle and I jumped, along with a small screech from my mouth. I quickly whirled around to see Harry, Ethan, JJ and Simon stood in my living room, with massive smiles on their faces. "Fuckin hell you scared the shit out of me!" Harry chuckled. "were you just singing my diss track?" My face turned red from embarrassment. "Uhm... yea it's stuck in my head." I replied. All four of them burst out laughing.

"Are you hungry? I made way too much food." I asked as the boys sat down on the sofa. "Yea sure, that would be great." Harry answered. The boys nodded their heads happily. I smiled lightly then returned to cooking the food. Once it was finished I plated it up onto five different plates then everyone came to sit down.

"So how come you all came back here?" I asked after a few minutes. "We need to make some last minute decisions for our next shoot so I said we could do it at our place." Harry replied. I nodded "well you could've sent me a quick text Haz. Maybe I wouldn't have been caught singing." I said sarcastically. A small rumble of laughter came from Ethan. "You were pretty good to be fair." Simon joked. I rolled my eyes and continued eating my food. Since I've known Harry for so many years I'm pretty comfortable with the boys and have amazing friendships with the girls (especially Freya since she was also here from the very beginning).

Once everyone had finished JJ offered to clear the plates away but I told him that I'd do it and for him to get on with the work he needed to do. After cleaning up I headed into the bedroom to watch tv. I heard many laughs and loud talking. "It's going to take them ages to finish that if they keep messing around." I thought. But after almost an hour they were finished and Harry was crawling into bed next to me.

[katesmemes]

feel free to change any pronouns, etc. || may contain some nsfw!

"I don't think that blush is your shade."

"I'll probably just stay home."

"This is the first critical rager of the year."

"You know what your doctor said."

"You need socialization."

"Why don't you use my tanning bed?"

"You're in need, babe."

"I'm really sorry you got electrocuted."

"Are you hot for anyone?"

"[Name], [Name], [Name], [Name], [Name], [Name], [Name]!"

"I don't know who that is."

"He doesn't play sports; he's cerebral."

"This party is gonna be clutch!"

"These things will turn your feet into hamburger helper."

"It's not haunted, just abandoned. Desecrated."

"Well, I heard [Name(s)] do witchcraft over there."

"I've never seen anybody there."

"I think it's really peaceful and quiet."

"I talk to him sometimes."

"I brought this for you."

"It's kinda morbid when I wear it so I wanted you to have it."

"That's really weird, [Name]."

"I just don't think anyone should be forgotten."

"Y'know, I wasn't gonna say anything, they were such a mess, but you look amazing now!"

"Oh my God, [Name], bag your face!"

"How do you know my name?"

"So what exactly happened to her?"

"I can never ever talk about it, for personal and legal reasons, and i also pinky swore, but I guess I can tell you. I trust you."

"I'd be screwed up if I were her, too."

"Hi, sorry, how do we know each other?"

"You're being so dramatic."

"This is not what I expected from you; you have so much potential."

"Lets find somewhere for you to sit for a bit, yeah?"

"I hate parties like this; I don't even know why I came."

"Your hair feels like easter grass."

"You know it's not nice to lead people on."

"I wish I was with you."

"It's okay; everyone does it."

"You should probably get going."

"Did you smash the mirror in the bathroom?"

"Do you know what happens to people who act out?"

"How about an apology?"

"I feel like I may want to apologize for what happened last night."

"Well, I'm glad you're okay."

"Oh, is there pizza left?"

"I think I'm gonna skip the movie."

"I'm just really tired from work."

"Do you know how hard that is on the groin muscles?"

"It doesn't even hurt anymore."

"Do you like this song?"

"We're better off up here in case anyone comes home."

"I haven't said this many words in a row in forever."

"I hate to say it, but you're either crazy, or just goddamned inconsiderate!"

"You're kind of absurd, aren't you?"

"I really don't get your fixation with that one."

"There are plenty of halfway-dece guys who would date you."

"I wanna help you, I really do, but I dunno how."

"It's a waste of time to try and fix a boy; it's better to just accept a guy's flaws."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"What happened to your neck?"

"You don't want to hold my hand?"

"This whole place gives me the creeps, okay?"

"I thought that was a really cool thing to say."

"Don't feel bad about what we did!"

"You saved me."

"Is that a rad new trend or something?"

"I don't play with dolls anymore."

"I'm sure there's some explanation."

"You know I'm usually pretty cool about things, right?"

"I have a bad feeling about this."

"You have no idea how scary this is."

"I actually feel like something's wrong."

"People are so afraid of death because they dunno when it's gonna happen to them."

"I'm not afraid of death anymore."

"I don't wanna die a virgin."

"I want to do it with someone I truly love."

"You're so supportive."

"I love our conversations."

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to be rude."

"How about I drive since you're not feeling so good?"

"Your boobs look great by the way."

"This is just too freaking much."

"It's your fault we're screwed."

"You act like you're happy for me, and you care about me, but you're not really happy for me."

"You couldn't let me have this one thing?"

"You knew I liked him and you went after him on purpose!"

"I swear, I would never do that to you!"

"Guys usually only want me for one thing."

"It just was never gonna work out between us."

"I don't have feelings for you like that."

"Do you know how uncool that is?!"

"Uh, you're not making any sense."

"Thank you for being nice to me when no one else was."

"You're the type of person who usually bullies me or looks right through me, but you didn't."

"You actually went out of your way to try to tell people I was part of your family."

"You really actually wanted me to be your sister..."

"You're a great person, [Name]."

"Listen, we're running out of time."

"Make love to me."

[minimoxha]

Ready, Set, Love!

Starring: Satoru Gojo, Karma Akabane, Eren Yeager, Itadori Yuji, Izuku Mydoria, Y/n L/n.

Summary: Based in a society where marriage is now a hard ask to achieve. In which you, the reader are forced by your sister to join a game show in hopes to get married while you're in it to make money.

A/n: I KNOW THIS IS A CRAZY MIX BUT HEAR ME OUT. Abandoning prior lore these boys are (Not that traumatized) And they will be the options for you to marry. However, if you feel like anyone else should be in the show to replace some of the characters let me know.

There will be different games and different endings which means you all can vote on the dates and games and outcomes and kind of choose how the story goes, YAY! This was the prolouge so tune in next episode next week! :D

Enjoy,

“I understand what you’re saying Ms.L/n, truly.” My sister's principal started, giving me a look of pure pity as I just spilled my life to her like it was truly her problem that we couldn’t afford such a prestigious school. “However, we can’t keep her here. She is disruptive and abusive to our students and staff here. She has to leave.” Just fucking great, Jada. You had to be an argument brat all the damn time. 

“Do you know our other options?” I ask quietly. When Mrs.Langsy looked down at her computer, I made sure to send Jada a death stare. I was tired of switching schools because she couldn't keep herself together. And this time, I didn’t know how I was going to send her to school when the last option was a school for snotty rich kids that I definitely couldn’t afford the tuition for. “Public schools preferably?”

Mrs.Langsy sighed and finally stopped typing on her computer, giving me and Jada a sorry look. So, that was a no. 

“Jada has been banned from every public school in this part of the city. The other option would be to move or go to private school..” Mrs.Langsy whispered to me. I could feel my left eye twitching in anger She just had to do this now. “This is the brochure for the private school closest, Jularod, I send my own daughter there it is an amazing school.” I took the brochure and flipped though it before stopping and abruptly closing it when I saw the tuition price; 20 thousand a year? Was I paying for her college or was I paying for her to attend middle school?

“Thank you, Ms. Langsy. Have a good day.” I smiled to the principal even though I clearly have an attitude. I dragged jada out of the office before laying into her.

“How did you get suspended again? I thought we said no fighting?”

“She fucked around and found out! I don’t know what you want me to do.” Jada argued back as we walked to the car. “Just take me out of school, I’ll teach myself.” Jada was always stubborn, just like dad was. This however, was not the time to have an attitude. 

“Watch your mouth, Jada. You’ll learn when you're older than fighting wont just get you suspended but next time, It’ll get you in Jail.” I argue back. I sound like my mom. She would’ve been yelling at me for skipping class or something just as rebellious as Jada was doing years ago when I was her age. Years ago when she was alive. 

“Jada please, I work hard to make sure we have a roof and food. I just need you to behave for once. Can you do that?” My voice cracked at the end, I was trying my best to not cry while driving and crashing the car. If she had a better role model than me…maybe she would’ve been better behaved. 

Jada turned to me, worry coating her beautiful babydoll eyes. “I’ll do better, Y/n.” 

That was all I needed. 

Some type of Closure that she would be trying to end her nasty streak of fighting and being sneaky. I would do all that I could to trust that she would make the right decision. I just had to sit and trust her for once. 

“Let’s go out to dinner this time.”

“Yeah!”

                              —

Jada and I walked side by side, Ice cream in hand staying in sight of the huge tv located in the main part of (insert city in japan later).The broadcast of Ready, Set, Love, was starting to play; announcing all 100 contestants in a very slow, very painful manner. 

I had never been interested in shows like these, Reality tv mixed with dating and finding the true love of your life. Jada was though. 

In our house she had ran her allowance almost dry buying various merch from the many ads the boys had to advertise them

for them for the new season. My ears almost bled with how much she would tell me about these men she barely knew. And every night, without a doubt she’d be in one of their lives watching these men talk about their lives for no apparent reason. 

They were handsome, I couldn’t lie. But Couldn’t imagine being one of the girls to be on that show competing for a man. Had we really lost all decorum as women that we were so eager to be married that we’d do competitions for the chance to have one we wanted? 

“I hope you win.” Jada mumbled from beside me. I turned to her, confusion written all over my face.

“I didn’t enter, why would I win?”

“I entered you.” She confessed. My face was more confused than ever now.

It was nothing new that Jada was one of the sneakiest people I knew. If she wanted to hide something  and lie about something, she was going to do it. Gracefully, might I add. “Why would you do that? You know I don't like these stupid shows.” I ask her, finishing my ice cream with my mouth full of the dessert. “Its like a 0.1 chance that I’ll be picked out of 1 million girls.”

Jada turns to me, her face more serious than I had ever seen it. “I want to see you married, Y/n. I don’t want you to sit around and put your life to the side even when you deserve to live your life.” Tears filled her eyes as she took hold of my hand. Her palms were sweaty, she was nervous. 

My mouth opened so I could say something, something that would attempt to convince her that she was not a burden to me no matter what. I was cut off by the rather loud announcement of my full name coming from the direction of one of the screens that hung from the side of the building. As if on its own, my head flips back towards the tv seeing a horrible picture plastered on the screen, directly next to my name in big green letters. My mouth falls in shock. There  was absolutely no way I actually won. I didn’t even want to win but somehow out of millions of girls I was one of the starting 100? My head flips back to Jada who looked at me with a huge smile gaping her face.

“You won! You actually won” She shouts, voice like a kid in a candy store would be.

Yeah, I won. Holy shit.

[wasawattpadkid]

YOUR WORKS ARE SO AMAZING IT'S UNREAL, i love how you write for the boys and how you can make it so wholesome and heartwarming without losing their essence and characterization, i don't know how to explain but the vibe of your writing is like being in woodsboro with them, ughhh how can you be so good?!! loll

so, i was wondering if i could request the boys (separately) with a Y/N who loves to spoil them, and i mean it, it doesnt need to be only with payed gifts but she loves to cook for them, to clean, to cuddle and even to dress them up like babies, URGHHH THEY NEED LOVE AND I NEED TO SPOIL THEM OUT OF THEIR MIND

still, remember to take care of yourself and to drink water, feel free to deny!! love uu ❤

First of all this made me so happy you are the sweetest person ever thank you so much 💕 and I absolutely live for the fluffy requests so here ya go!

Billy

"Excuse me!" You shouted politely as you walked through the sea of children with your hands full. The lunch bell had rang, so naturally all hell broke loose. Making your way to the water fountain Billy's eyes seemed to light up at the sight of you. "What is it today?" Randy asked a little disappointed he never got anything. You handed Billy his lunch box while the group of friends waited to see what's inside.

Billy never went without and you made sure of it. There was chicken wraps, grapes, pretzels and a slice of the pie you made him the night previous. "Babe, it's great. Thank you." Billy looked up at you his eyes squinting from the sun. You leaned down pressing a kiss to his forehead. "You're welcome." You chirped setting next to him. "You know Y/n you're supposed to be his girlfriend not his mom." It was a sore subject but Stu never understood how to shut his mouth. Billy turned his head not being able to take the smile off his face. "Yeah and where are your parents Macher?"

Stu laughed. "That's fair man." Billy cut into the pie first taking a bite of the dessert. Before he could even taste the food you asked if he liked it. He nodded trying to quickly chew the food. "It's amazing." He grabbed your hand squeezing it with a smile. Tatum and Sydney thought you and Billy were the cutest couple at Woodsboro. Stu and Randy however had never seen Billy act this way. Everyone in a five mile radius could see you had him wrapped around your finger. You stayed hugged up to Billy's arm as you and him finished his lunch. It was a mandatory rule at this point that if you made him lunch you had to eat with him. Most of the time he quickly ate the dessert leaving you with baby carrots or whatever healthy food you packed him.

"I've got to get back to class I'll see you at my place tonight?" You double checked. "I'll be there." You kissed Billy's cheek before standing up. "Make sure to get the movie before you come over." You reminded him as he smirked wondering what sort of spell you had over him. "What movie are you two love birds watching tonight?" Randy asked as you started walking. "Ghost with Patrick Swayze!" You practically bounced with excitement as you walked back into the building. Oh they were so going to make fun of your boyfriend.

Stu

Stu waited patiently on your couch as you ran off to go grab something. Being in a relationship with you he knew you had something to give him every time he came over. Last week you brought him flowers and he almost cried. He could hear you enter the room. "Keep them closed!" You scolded making the boy scoff. "If I close them any tighter I'll swallow my eyeballs." You took another look at the gift making sure everything was perfect.

"You can open." Stu blinked trying to get rid of the splotches that covered his vision. The silver charm bracelet in your hand caught his attention right away. "That's for me?" He asked picking it up gingerly like he was afraid he'd break it. "Yep. If you look it's got our initials on it like when you carved them on that tree." He grabbed the small heart charm looking at the engraved letters. You watched him struggle to latch it on his wrist so you helped.

"Do you like it?" You bit your lip nervously. Stu would wear rings and a necklace occasionally but he didn't seem like one for bracelets. Stu grabbed you pulling you on the couch. He growled like a dog as he playfully bit your neck. You screamed with laughter as he continued tickling the life out of you. "Do I like it? Of course I like it. Are you crazy? He asked still abusing your sides as you squirmed around laughing. "I'm crazy." He said stopping to let you catch your breath. "Crazy for you." He added making you look at him funny. "That was the sappiest shit I've ever heard you say."

It was pretty bad, Stu agreed with you but he saw the way you got flustered by his words. You cuddled up with him on the couch as he inspected the new piece of jewelry. "This is the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me." You shook your head. "You say that every week." Stu leaned over kissing the top of your head. "Well you just keep getting better and better."

[randommmthoughts]

I adore bizarrestars, they’re amazing. Please read this fanfiction of them if you haven’t yet. It’s very cute and realistic. Yes, there’s angst, but it is always obvious everything is going to be alright

Containing:

Regulus and Sirius being brothers

Best friends Remus and Regulus

Mean barista Regulus

Artist Sirius

Fluff!!!

All these boys getting the therapy they need

Everyone loving eachother

Summary and my review under the cut

Summery:

Regulus hates his brother—this is fact—and as his best friend, Remus would never betray him by falling in love with aforementioned brother.

Sirius hates his entire family—this is also fact—and as his best friend, James would never betray him by falling in love with a member of it.

The problem is, none of them are even aware that it's happening.

My review:

OMG I loved this fic so so much. Everything about it. The falling in love phase was too cute for words, all the struggles were worked out so beautifully. The dynamics are just perfect and so real, and even when everything started to clear up, you have everyone time to develop deeper bonds. The last few chapters are exactly what I needed for this story to end. I adored this, you’re an amazing writer. I wish you all the luck in the world and hope you have an great day, an amazing year and a marvellous life full of love, health and happiness <3

[whoisneo404]

Reader not even knowing he is into guys till he meet and starts liking nick after harboring feelings for a while he randomly asks nick out while they are hanging out

New Feelings.

Summary: your friend Chris introduces you to his brother Nick, not knowing that you’ll develop feelings for him.

Tw: cursing

I don’t remember when I started feeling like this. I think from the first time I saw him something changed inside of me. It was fall, Chris wanted to go hang out at a park and said his brother will come too, when I saw Nick for the first time something clicked in my brain, maybe it was his tattoos or his messy blonde hair, either way, I was infatuated with him. I got closer to him and started to hang out alone.

Most times I find myself looking at him, staring at his blue eyes, his smile. At first it was scary, I have never felt this way towards another guy, but after a while thinking and listening to him laugh, I realized this feeling is not momentarily.

I know Nick likes guys, I know he would date someone like me, I just don’t know if he would date me. It makes me go crazy to think about him rejecting me, but I’m more scared of never telling him how much I want to be with him. I truly believe he is the most amazing human being alive, he’s funny and handsome, hard working and kind.

‘’Are you fucking listening?’’ Nick softly punches my arm. We are sitting at the same bench we were sitting the day we met, it has been a few months since that day, a lot has changed.

‘’Sorry, I was thinking.’’

‘’Yeah, like you can think. What where you thinking about?’’

‘’Do you wanna go on a date with me?’’ I say without hesitating, he looks confused.

‘’What? Is this some kind of joke?’’

‘’Of course not, why would I joke about something like this?’’

‘’A date? Aren’t you like… straight?’’ he seems nervous.

‘’I’m not.’’

‘’I didn’t know.’’

‘’Me neither… Nick, look. I like you, a lot, I can’t stop thinking about you and us being together, I’m scared of this not working out, I totally get it if you don’t feel the same way but to be honest, I was more afraid of never having the courage to tell you. So, yeah, just tell me hat you feel, no hard feelings.’’

‘’I can’t believe this. I thought you liked girls.’’

‘’I do.’’ I mutter.

‘’I know. I mean like, only girls. Whatever, what I want to say is I like you too, I thought it was obvious, I had to force myself to act a certain way so you didn’t notice it. But I guess I should have just shown my true feelings. I’d love to go on that date with you.’’ He smiles warmly at me.

‘’Really? That’s awesome.’’ I smile widely, my cheeks burn a little. ‘’I already have a plan, oh god, that’s embarrassing, I said it before I though.’’

‘’You are so cute. Tell me about this plan.’’ He laughs at me and grabs my hand softly; I smirk and quickly glance at our hands.

‘’So, I was thinking. Picnic, arcade and ice cream. At the picnic we can do cute things like draw each other or something like that.’’

‘’Oh my god, I have seen people do that all over my tiktok. We have to do it.’’

‘’Great. So, maybe this weekend? Like Saturday maybe.’’

‘’That’s good for me… Have you told Chris about this’’ he says the last part looking at our hands.

‘’No. I wanted to tell him after I made us official, so, not yet. And about the also liking boys too, I don’t think it’s necessary to come out to them, maybe I can casually drop it in one of our conversations.’’ I say calmly.

‘’Sounds great. So, when do you plan to make us official?’’ I chuckle at this.

‘’After a few dates, I want to make sure that you fall in love with me as much as I fell for you, but I think that’s impossible.’’

‘’God, you are smooth. I like that idea, having dates, with you. It sounded almost impossible to me.’’

‘’We’ll we are here now. Sorry for making you think otherwise.’’ My thumb starts to rub his hand.

‘’It’s not your fault, I’m glad you said something about it.’’

‘’Me too.’’

Even when my confession wasn’t conventional, or the most romantic one, I know my feelings for him are real, and I’ll give my best for our next couple of dates to be the best he has ever had in his life. I’m gonna make sure that he sees how good of a boyfriend I will be. I can’t wait for us to finally be together, and for me to not hide my feelings for him anymore.

[eisforeidolon]

Question: So Jared you've been in so many amazing things, I loved you in, obviously, Supernatural, but Gilmore Girls -

[Jensen frantically claps with the audience while Jared tries to stop him, then Jensen makes an exaggerated face of excitement and heart hands]

Question: Jensen, you've been amazing in everything as well, The Boys, I cannot wait for the next season -

[Jared makes a face of exaggerated excitement and also does heart hands]

Question: I've been wanting to let you know that, because I've never been called up before. So I wanted to ask in all of your different roles and all your different experiences, how do you pick your next project? Like is there a specific line or a new challenge you want, like how do you say yes or no I'm not doing this. What sparks your interest in that next project?

Jared: That's a great question. I'll start. Usually it starts with an email from my accountant. [laughs]

Jensen: I was gonna say, we get an email from our agent that says, uh, they have a budget and they wanna hire you. Alright, where do I start?

Jared: It's like what did we spend on the credit cards last month? Okay, I'm taking jobs. Just kidding. That's a great question and I think - I'll say this flat out, just having been on Supernatural - or Gilmore, then Super, then Walker? And not having really signed on to anything officially until Fire Country? That was - and I spoke for many years, and I think people thought I was kidding? But I think the way I would love the [finger quotes] structure of my career if I can - you know, man plans, god laughs? But like working with people I enjoy? Max has been a buddy, Max Thieriot, has been a buddy of ours for damn near a decade, he's awesome. Great [?] guy, great actor. And he was down in Austin, he and his family were down in Austin for the Country Music Awards and they were gonna leave the night of and they were like, wait, you're in town? And I was like yeah, so they stayed an extra day to come hang out. And we talked about, like, working together. At the time, Walker had not yet not been picked up? So it was still kinda like, uh, I mean we've had those conversations with Max for years? Like dude, it would be fun to work together! It would be fun to work together! And so when Walker did not get picked up, Max reached out, he was like, dude I'm so sorry, you wanna come play in Vancouver? And I was like, hell yes, I'd love to come play in Vancouver. Or like Kripke with me and the - with Ackles, obviously, Soldier Boy is a giant role. Yeah, bravo. For me, I'm not gonna play a Soldier Boy style character where I have that much to do, but Kripke was like, hey dude, sorry about Walker, like you wanna come play in Toronto? Like I'd love to get you and Ackles and Jeffrey Dean together on screen again. And I was like - so [crosses his fingers] I don't know what he's writing yet, or if it's gonna work out, but I was like -

Jensen: [makes face of exaggerated apprehension]

Jared: [laughs]

Jensen: Careful what you wish for!

Jared: Yeah, he goes, you know that scene with, uh, Rob? I was like ... yes? He's like, okay, I'll go write. And I was like, don't write that, don't write that! Yeah, so I think right now I'm currently in a place where I'd love to work with - I think through to Monk's point, who we met earlier, well, who y'all met earlier? For the last twenty years of my life, I've worked with people that I enjoy and love. That I would gladly hang out with in the mornings or in the nights or during the day at work or at play and I think it'd be a really tough pill to swallow to just go be on some show with somebody that's not the best person or the happiest person on set or off and so I hope I get to work with people that I really enjoy telling fun and new stories. Yeah.

Jensen: Yeah, not entirely dissimilar from what Jared said, that we've been very fortunate enough in our careers to get to a point now where we do kind of get to - not pick and choose, and certainly not dictate - but just have a little bit more kind of say in maybe what comes next. And we are fortunately enough getting options to do, you know, maybe a couple of things or - so, you know for me now it is really about finding projects that sound like they can be successful? You know, like you don't wanna put a whole bunch of energy and time and away from your family into something that just is gonna go [makes dismissive noise and thumbs down gesture]. And so that's kind of the first thing is just making sure that the story and the writing of the characters and stuff all like really line up to be, to have a shot at doing something great? And then, the people. It really for me, it is so much about the people and the personalities and the tone on a set? Because I've been on toxic sets and it's - I don't wanna go to work. I don't wanna do that. And I feel like I've gotten to a point now in my career where I don't have to do that. And now I get to find these projects or go work on projects with people that I know and I trust and I have a really good rapport with or a great relationship with or [gestures at Jared] a great friendship with? And that's even more satisfying than just going and doing a job. And so very, very blessed to be in that position, he and I both are, and I think that it is now kinda starting to come to fruition, what all of that work has been for, and getting us to that point. Because now we're getting to work with people like getting to go up and work with our friends. I just got back from doing an episode of Tracker with my buddy Justin Hartley. You know that came about by me just texting him during the Superbowl and saying hey, get your ugly face off the tv, I'm tryin to watch the show, or I'm trying to watch the game. And he was like, hey, you wanna come up and play my brother? And I was like, let's go! Let's do it, that sounds awesome! And it was. And I happened to know the showrunner of the show, because he was the showrunner on Big Sky. Which was another reason why I went and did Big Sky, that was one of the reasons I did Big Sky. Because I met with Elwood and he and I just hit it off immediately and he was a fan of my work and I quickly became a fan of his, and he pitched me his ideas and I was like, yes. And it just sounded like a really fun environment to be a part of and so I went and did that, had a great experience, Elwood is now running Tracker. He was like, come on up. I was like, you know, when and where, pal? This new show Countdown? I got to spend some time and we've had a lot of phone calls, a lot of interactions back and forth with Derek who is running the show, created the show, Derek Haas. And a fantastic guy, a Dallas native, another Texas boy up there, so a lot of connections and just is just a really good person. He's a father, and he's - he just - we vibed really, really quickly and so again, like, had that not happened and had those relationships not been built and had, I think, the reputation of us not have been established over the period of time that it has? We might be in a different position. But I'm proud of where we are, I'm proud of what we get to do, and I'm proud of the opportunities that are coming our way now because of it.

[welldonebeca]

Guardian Bot (6)

WC: 1.6k words Warnings: Future AU. Tension. Robot Cas. Unhealthy relationships.

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You could feel Sam’s eyes on you as you looked over your schedule with Charlie, ready to just go out to lunch but wanting to make sure it didn’t disturb your day.

“I can set the meeting with your team for 3pm, so if you’re back from yoga at 2:30, there’s half an hour for you to shower and get ready,” she suggested, pointing at the hologram in front of you. “And you’ll have an hour of lunch. If you send in your order now, it will be ready by the time you sit down.”

You nodded along.

“I like that,” you confirmed. “Just ask for the same I got the last time I went there.”

She hummed a confirmation, and Sam cleared his throat.

“Charlotte, can you order for me too?” he asked. “I think I’ll cash in on that lunch invitation.”

You were a bit surprised as you turned to him. When was the last time you had lunch with one of your brothers to talk about anything but your company?

To be honest, you didn't even remember when you had asked him to have lunch.

“Of course, Mr Winchester.”

She set up your orders and Sam opened the door for you to get out of the office, following to the self-driving car and watching you quietly as you two waited inside it.

The whole way to the restaurant was filled with awkward silence, and he held the door open for you to walk inside, and pulled the chair for you to sit down.

Sam cleared his throat and looked at you with an awkward smile.

“It’s a nice place,” he noticed. “You like sushi.”

You nodded along slowly.

“I do,” you confirmed.

The two of you fell into silence and you watched him for a moment before speaking again.

“And how’s Jess?” you changed the subject, trying to start an actual conversation.

“She’s alright,” Sam perked up. “Great, actually. We’ve been looking into some houses outside the city. Maybe out in the country side.”

You raised your eyebrows in shock. They were moving in together already?

Sam and Jess had been together for, what… two years? You didn’t quite remember, but it couldn’t have been a lot of time, right?

“I was talking to mum and she offered her engagement ring. So… you know…”

“You’re proposing?” you asked, shocked. “Sam, that's great!”

That was amazing!

It was so good to see Sam happy. You still remember when he was just an awkward skinny boy, more limbs than anything else. Sure, you two were just two years apart but he was still your little brother!

“What about you?” he asked. “Are you seeing anyone?”

You stopped, surprised at the sudden flip of focus.

“I mean, I know you and Dean are two bachelors,” Sammy smiled awkwardly. “Though, he is not very private with his… fun outings.”

A waitress walked to you two, placing your food and drinks on the table slowly, and you were grateful for the interruption.

Was that how he saw you? An eternal bachelorette?

Or maybe he just pitied you and didn’t want to say you didn’t have any social skills to get into a relationship.

“I mean…” you looked for words, trying to be vague. “Things are fine.”

How were you supposed to explain to your brother you were technically, maybe, sort of, dating your robot?

“So... uh…” he spoke slowly. “No plus one in our house-warming party?”

“I… don’t think so,” you decided. “I mean, I can invite… well.”

You shoved a slice of salmon into your mouth before you could mention Cas.

Still, Sam raised his eyebrows, waiting for what you were going to say anyway.

“I’m still in… undefined territory,” you chose your words carefully. “So I don’t know if I’ll ever get to any house-warming party with… you know.”

As if you would ever feel comfortable enough bringing your fucking robot to your brother’s house-warming party.

It would be too humiliating.

“Unless you count Cas,” you chuckled, trying to evade any suspicion from him.  “He is great for travel and you know how bad I am with planning.”

Sam shot you a confused look.

“Cas?” he asked. “You mean Castiel?”

You shoved another sushi into your mouth. Stupid, stupid you.

“Yeah,” you nodded, mouth still full. “Castiel. Yeah.”

Sam watched you, looking at you as if he could see all of your thoughts.

“How is he being as a companion?” he asked. “Helping you out alright?”

You shrugged.

“I mean, he’s getting me into eating real food,” you chuckled. “And into yoga. And the flat is always spotless. He even cleans the rooms I don’t use.”

He also fucked you brainless last night and had been edging you since yesterday morning.

But he didn’t need to know that.

Sam chuckled.

“Well, that’s a good job done,” he smiled. “Your home was always dusty.”

You scoffed.

“I barely step there, how can I clean it?”

Your brother sighed.

“You work too much,” he pointed out. “I’m glad he’s getting you into a better routine.”

Sam nodded, eating again, and you two fell into a quieter moment before he spoke again.

“But… uh… are you sure there is no one I should know about?” he insisted. “No new guy or girl, no… important person?”

You frowned.

“No,” you denied. “Why are you so curious, Sam?”

Suddenly, your brother flushed, and you put your chopsticks down.

“What?” you asked. “Sam!”

He moved a hand down to the side of his neck, scratching it and staring right at the same spot on yours.

You rushed to grab your bag and a mirror, angling it, and your eyes widened when you saw it.

A hickey, blue against your skin and visible through your makeup.

Oh, fucking shit.

You had put makeup on it before leaving your house. Cas had done it himself, and it was perfectly covered.

“Stupid brand,” you grunted, pulling your hair over it. “Cover it all concealer, my ass.”

Sam looked away, blushing pink.

“I burned myself,” you lied. “A hair curling iron.”

That absolutely didn’t look like a burn, and your brother seemed to know it too well, still staring at it.

“Alright,” he spoke slowly.

Your face burned in embarrassment, and you shoved food into your mouth, not wanting to think about what was going through his mind.

“I’ll go… use the bathroom,” you decided , grabbing your bag.

He didn’t say anything, just sipping his wine as you walked past him.

You locked the door behind yourself, picking up the makeup on your bag to try and hide it again, and Castiel called you the exact moment you put it down.

“Good afternoon, miss,” he spoke into your ear. “How is lunch with your brother going?”

You grunted, annoyed.

“It was fine,” you tossed your hair back. “Cas, you said that concealer was the best they had in store and it wouldn’t-”

You stopped, just now processing his words.

“I never told you that I was having lunch with Sammy.”

Castiel didn’t even sound phased.

“I have access to your schedule, miss,” he reminded you. “I’m programmed to analyse it all, including during your work day.”

Yes, of course.

“Do you want dessert recommendations?” he asked. “I’m sure I can assist you with that.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose, not nearly in the mindset of thinking of dessert.

“Why didn’t you notice the hickey?” you asked him, instead, powdering the spot. “Cas, what would people from work say?!”

“By my calculations, even if the makeup faded like the reviews, it wouldn’t have been noticed unless someone was looking at you intensely,” Castiel explained himself. “Which no one should do, because you’re mine. And everyone should know this.”

Your cheeks burned as you flushed. He said it so matter of factly that it shouldn’t turn you on. And yet, it did.

“Cas, I’m in a public bathroom,” you hissed, pressing your legs together. “And I have family! They look at me all the time! Now my little brother thinks I’m sleeping around.”

Sam was probably texting that to Dean as you tried to recompose yourself. Those two were basically glued to one another.

“We can’t have that,” he hummed. “You are a very faithful slut to me.”

You pressed your legs together. This really wasn’t a good time for him to turn you on,

“Cas…”

“Unless you’ve been looking at other men?” he asked. “It’s a shame that you don’t allow me out of the house except for groceries, but maybe that should change.”

You flushed.

“Cas, where would I take you?” you asked. “To yoga? I only leave the house to go work.”

Cas was already so possessive of you, you weren’t sure he’d ever hide that. People would notice it immediately.

This relationship… whatever it was. You would be immediately found.

How ethical was it, to fuck your robot?

Did he even have rights?

Could he legally consent?

That was so messy.

“I’m sure we can figure out something,” he assured you. “All you have to do is command it and it’ll be done.”

Yeah, that didn't make you feel any better about everything.

“Can we talk about it when I’m home?” you asked, instead. “And not in a restaurant bathroom?”

“Of course, miss,” he agreed, and you relaxed. “Be at home at time. Good girls aren’t late.”

You flushed, embarrassed.

“Have a nice lunch,” he wished before hanging up.

You breathed in deep, looking into the mirror to make sure the hickey wasn’t visible, and walked back to your table, finding Sam waiting.

“Sorry for the delay,” you sat down, and your brother just waved a dismissive hand before you could even justify yourself.. “I was answering a call.  Let’s just finish eating.”

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[babiebom]

Hiiii. I hope ur ok with my just constantly being like *ahem* spencer reid 👉🏻👈🏻🥹🥹. I loved how you wrote him in the last request! I feel like a lot of the time, people write him very ooc - just bc he can be hard to get written the right way, but like that's my boy, look at him spitting random facts for HOURS 🥰🥰?? Like yes, pls info dump on me while I stare at u lovingly, Spence 💞.

I recently came to terms with being ftm, but it's almost impossible to find any male! reader x Spencer Reid content. Which can be very dysphoric 😵‍💫. Which sucks! Bc holy hell, there are some fuckinnn amazing writers out there writing fanfics.

So now, I have come to you, an amazing writer out here writing fanfics, to beg ask if ud be down to write any kind of oneshot with Spencer Reid dating a male reader! It honestly doesn't have to be anything specific - romantic, angsty, enemies to lovers, slow burn, whatever peaks ur interest atm!

I would just love, love to have that content with Spence & a male reader if you're down for the task! Thank you so so muchh 💓. Hope ur having a wonderful morning / afternoon / evening !

A/N:im sorry this took so long!! I’ve been busy working (blegh) and I wanted to write something sweet for you!! I’m happy you’ve come to terms with being ftm!! As a cis identifying person myself I can’t say that I know how it feels, but I am VERY happy that you’re more comfortable with your identity!! Also never worry about being too “crazy” over Spencer I’ve been obsessed with him since I was about 5 or 6 (yes it’s been a long time)!! I’ll try more to write in a more gender neutral way when writing anything reader insert related that way you can enjoy my writing without feeling left out or anything!! Always let me know if there are things I can do better <3

Tw: maybe some cursing but overall should be wholesome

Wc: 0.54k

Criminal Minds Masterlist

Spencer Reid often came home dejected after a case gone wrong, it was often that he came home tired but happy after a successful case. It wasn’t often, however, that he came home excited for a break; but then again he hadn’t had a boyfriend to come home to on previous breaks. Now, as you watch him walk through the front door of your shared apartment, you can’t help but grin at the absolutely goofy look on his face.

“Emily gave us all 4 weeks off to rest after our latest case, so that means I get four WHOLE weeks of you to myself! Isn’t that great?” He lets out a giggle after he finishes speaking, putting his bag down on the kitchen counter. You didn’t even have to ask him why he was so giddy, he answered unprompted.

“It is great!” You try to match his energy, only seeing him this excited for the first time since you’ve met. He brings you into his embrace, hugging you so tightly that you think you might die if he squeezed you any tighter. “So what are your plans now that you’re a free man for four whole weeks?”

“Well we could go to the park and play chess, or stay here and play chess but I think the sunlight would be good for both of us. Or we could go to the movies, or take a class together, or…”

“Your plans are to just have dates with me every single day?” You ask, quirking an eyebrow.

He nods as if the answer is the most obvious, concrete fact in the universe. He looks at you, not as if you’re dumb, but as if to say ‘duh what else would I be planning to do?’.

The two of you move to sit on the couch, enveloped in each other as he talks about the many, many dates you’re going to go on now that he’s free from his time constricting job. “What if I don’t wanna do those things?” You ask playfully. He shrugs.

“It doesn’t matter what we do, as long as I get to do it with you”.

“Oh?” You look at him as if he said something scandalous, “I didn’t know you had that big of a crush on me.”

He shoves you gently, rolling his eyes at your attempt to joke off his sweet words.

“You’re joking but studies have found that couples who have regular date nights more often result in higher relationship satisfaction, better communication, and a stronger emotional connection. Us going on dates during these four weeks will be better for us in the long run.”

You don’t reply, or interrupt. It’s always amusing to listen to him ramble on and on about facts that he finds interesting or applicable to the conversation. And all it does is make you fall more in love with him, seeing how serious he is about your relationship working out in the future. He says that he loves you often, but it’s things like this; seeing and listening to how much he genuinely cares about your relationship.

Being the boyfriend of a pretty boy genius has its perks, and how much he cares about you compared to others is definitely one of them.

[universaln0b0dy]

Twisted wonderland v.s reader (Posetif)

Note; you all now the drill by now-

The first class you had was potions. Normally you would have failed every assignment because you didn't know anything about potions at all, but at the moment you were raising your hand like there was no tomorrow.

"What happens to a love potion once it hits is expiration date?" It was a question only third years new the answer to, but you called out the answer. "Depending on the type of the love potion the effects might reverse. If you give someone an expired love potion they might start to hate you."

It was surprising just how much a few months at RSA had changed you. Neige, Amanda and the triplets had looked over your academic struggles and helped you overcome them. Now you even had a decent intrest in history, though Amanda was more fun with explaining that to you than Trein.

The students around you noticed that change as well, you a magicless human outdoing them in most of their theoretical classes.

"Amazing, last year (Name) was a horrible student, but now?" Was said at every teacher conference. Crowley felt uncomfortable by that change, just a few months ago you could be pushed around but now? You had scared most of the housewardens, some of them even fatally injured, but they couldn't prove it.

Every time someone questioned you about what happened you used that one fatal weakness to your advantage. "How could I? I have no magic."

"Grim, what do you think about asking Crowley about his process to send me back to my world?" Grim knew you were going to threaten Crowley. Amanda, her work held in high regard, didn't have the authority to send you back home, Crowley did.

The grey feline was a bit sad, he didn't want you to leave, but after all the shit you went through the least he could do was let you leave.

You sat with Grim in the cafeteria, most people left you alone, but sometimes some people were stupid enough to test their luck.

"Hey! This is our space!" A boy with cat ears yelled, slamming his tray onto the surface of the table. You continued to eat your food calmly, ignoring the boy.

"Are you death or something?" He growled, one of his friends pulled his sleeve. "Dude, stop. That student took out most of our housewardens, we shouldn't anger them." The friend said, trembling.

"That weakling? Ha! I bet they couldn't even land a h-" he couldn't continue, as a blue flame suddenly burst across him. It only burned a few pieces of his uniform, but his reaction was priceless.

"Great shot Grim. For that you will get my grilled sandwich." Is the only thing you say, calmly handing Grim the Sandwich. Grim took it as if he didn't almost burn a student.

The way both of you continued to eat your food was peaceful, a friend group of two enjoying their food. The two people that had bothered you scrambled away, trying their best to find a table as far away from you as they could.

"So Grim, how does "I will cause a revolution from the magicless people against the people with magic?" Grim shakes his head. "That is too flowery, I mean you can't guarantee that."

Right, you couldn't. Not at the moment. But an idea had formed in your head, you would leave Twisted wonderland with a caboom. A revolution as significant as the french one was back in your world.

"Don't worry Grim, I'll think of a way to make that exact threat true....."

T.b.c

[jpmarvel90]

I'm just so tired

Masterlist Scarlett Masterlist

Word Count: 3342

Relationship: Scarlett x Reader

Summary: Y/n is struggling with a demanding job whilst Scarlett is away filming, with no idea the toll it's taking on her girlfriend.

Y/N’s POV:

It’s 9pm and I’m finally driving home from work. I really hate my job. After I left college, I got what I thought was my dream job working at a global marketing firm. But boy was I wrong. The management team treated their staff like shit and the pay was crap. When I first started working there, I had to get a second job at a café just to be able to pay rent.

Thankfully, my second job brought me the one greatest happiness in my life, and that’s my girlfriend, Scarlett Johansson. Yep, you heard me right, me a small town girl working two jobs, is dating THE Black Widow. She would come into the shop 3 times a week on her way to set and would always take the time to chat. Over time our chats became more flirty before she finally asked me out on a date.

That was just over a year ago. I’ve had a promotion at work, so I was able to quit my job at the café, which in turned allowed me to have more time with Scarlett. That was until my stupid boss started to hammer me with more work than anyone else, setting ridiculous deadlines. Unfortunately finish at 9pm was not a rarity.

I feel so run down and lost. I thought I had everything planned out, but I any enthusiasm I had for doing this job, for being in this marketing world was gone. I could feel the tears starting to roll down my cheeks as I drove home. All I wanted to do was get home and cuddle my girlfriend. But I can’t. She’s been in Atlanta filming for the last month.

We’ve spoken as often as we can, but as filming has picked up it’s become hard to talk. I dropped her a text before I left work to see if she was free for a call this evening, but I didn’t expect a response. So here I am trudging up to my apartment ready to collapse on my bed.

Just as I open my door, my phone starts to ring, and the name causes me to smile for the first time today.

Y/N: Hey Babe, how are you?

Scarlett: Hey gorgeous, I’m doing better now I’m talking to you. How was your day?

Y/N: It was busy, I’m just getting back to my apartment now.

Scarlett: Babe, it’s like nine thirty. Why are you so late?

Y/N: Oh, it was just a busy day and I’ve got a deadline tomorrow so needed to get it done. Anyway, how is filming going?

Scarlett: Filming’s fine. You sound tired. Are you sure you’re ok?

I paused for a moment, trying so hard to stop my tears from falling. I hadn’t told Scarlett how bad work was. She had so much going on that I didn’t want to bother her with it.

Scarlett: Babe? I want to see your face; I’m switching to face time.

Y/N: No, I’m fine. It’s just been a rough couple of weeks. I’m fine….

Facetime request

I reluctantly accept knowing that either way she’s going to know something is wrong.

Y/N: Ah man, did you have to tease me being in costume?

I try to lighten the mood and move the conversation on but it’s not working.

Scarlett: Have you been crying? Babe, please tell me what’s wrong.

Y/N: I’m just tired. Like I said, work has been busy, you know what my emotions are like when I’m tired.

Scarlett: Y/N, don’t lie to me. In the year I’ve known you, I think I’ve only seen you cry twice. Just because I’m not with you, doesn’t mean I don’t want to be there for you. Now please, tell me what’s wrong.

Her face contorts into a worried frown and it causes me to cry but I’m able to prevent a full-on crying session from ensuing. 

Y/N: I’m just so tired. I don’t know how much longer I can push myself. I’m not getting anywhere at work. I’m getting more work but no benefits. I just feel like my whole life is revolving around work, there’s no time for anything else.

Scarlett’s face turns soft, and I can see her own eyes are glossing over.

Scarlett: Oh baby, I’m so sorry. Hopefully this will all pass, and they’ll see what an amazing worker you are. You are so great at your job, it will all come together.

I just nodded as I compose myself. I want to move on from this subject. I don’t want to worry her anymore.

Y/N: I know. I’m just being silly. It’s almost the weekend and I can take a break. Anyway, we barely talk at the moment, so I don’t want the time we do have together to be taken up by me being an emotion mess. How is filming going?

Scarlett rolls her eyes and lets out a little chuckle.

Scarlett: It’s going really well. We’ve almost finished the night shoots which will mean that I’ll be able to call you more. I miss talking to you every day.

Y/N: That’s great. I’m glad it’s going well. I miss you so much. We’re over halfway, not long to go now.

I smile, trying to keep my eyes open.

Scarlett: Babe, go to bed. You’re tired.

Y/N: Noooo, I’m awake, I’ve not spoken with you in 3 days!

Scarlett: I promise I’ll call you tomorrow. But you need sleep.

Y/N: Urgh, fine! But you’re bring that suit home.

I huff but giving her a cheeky grin and eyebrow wiggle.

Scarlett: If it’ll make you go to bed, deal! Now off to sleep!

Y/N: I’m going to hold you to that! Ok, I’m off. I miss you and I love you!

Scarlett: I love you more. Speak tomorrow.

I close off the call before grabbing a quick protein bar. These work hours are really playing havoc with my eating habits! Walking into my room, I barely have the energy to change. I leave my clothes in a pile on my floor before collapsing into my bed.

*beep, beep*

Urgh, I’m woken up at 5:30 by my obnoxious alarm. One more day and then it’s the weekend and I can spend it sleeping in. I jump in the shower and then make myself a proper breakfast, so I know I’ll be getting at least one decent meal today. 

I feel like I’m just coasting through the motions as I get ready and head off to the office. My heart sinks as I see the new paperwork sat on my desk for the admin of the latest marketing campaigns. I guess it’s another late finish for me today!

Scarlett’s POV:

It’s times like this I hate being so far away from Y/N. I just wanted to reach through the phone and give her a hug. I know she’s hiding how bad she’s really feeling. I’ve barely seen her cry and it breaks my heart that I’m not there for her when she is clearly struggling.

Whilst still deep in thought about my girlfriend, I’m called back to set to finish up the scenes for tonight. As I’m walking back over Joe pulls me aside. “Hey Scarlett, we’ve had to change up the schedule to fit in a couple of reshoots on the stunts. That means after tonight we won’t need you for a few days. You’ll be due back on set on Wednesday next week.” I feel relief wash over me.

I can’t wait to have a long weekend off. “Am I needed for anything else or am I completely free until Wednesday?” I ask, starting to get an idea. “Yep, get some rest and enjoy your time off!” He responds rushing off to his next location.

I work as hard as I can to get the final scenes completed and they go really well, and we get them done pretty quickly. I decide that I’m going to fly back to New York and surprise Y/N. As soon as I’m in my trailer I’m on my laptop searching for available flights. I book one which will get me in with enough time to set up a surprise.

Timeskip

I finally arrive at Y/N’s apartment a little before 4. I let myself in and get to work with preparing her surprise. The best thing about Y/N’s apartment is the roof access she has. Every Friday night she comes up here with a glass of wine and chills. The views are pretty cool and whenever I’m home, I join her.

Knowing how stressed and tired she’s been, I decide on setting up a movie night. I arrange a big projector which I have help setting up from my brother. I then arrange a makeshift bed with loads of comfy pillows and of course, get Y/N’s favourite snacks.

By the time I’ve finished it’s 6 and Y/N should be home any minute now. I plan to hide up on the roof and wait for her to join me. Time goes by and it’s now just after 9 and Y/N still isn’t here. I decide to drop her a text and pretend that I’ve got some time between filming.

Scarlett: Hey Babe, I’ve got an hour break if you’re free to call? Are you home?

Y/N: I’m just leaving work. I’ll call you when I’m home. Give me 30 minutes.

She’s working late again. I thought her deadline had already passed. I start to wonder how bad work really has been for her recently. We’ve always been honest with each other, but I feel like she’s been hiding this from me. I just wish I knew why.

From the roof I hear Y/N’s car pull up and I get ready for when she comes up to the roof. For some reason I’m getting nervous, I can’t wait to see my beautiful girlfriend again. About 5 minutes later, sure enough I hear the handle of the roof turn and I stand up facing the door.

I watch as Y/N walks through the door, wine glass in hand, in a pair of black shorts and one of my hoodies. I smile at how cute she looks, but it doesn’t go unnoticed how tired she looks too. She has bags under her eyes and her whole body seems deflated. My poor baby.

As she turns the corner her eye’s light up as she sees what I’ve set up. “Oh my God.” She whispers, before noticing me stood in the middle. Without saying anything further she runs and jumps up into my arms. I hold her tight. “Hey Baby. I’ve missed you.” I say into her hair.

I place her on the floor, and she looks at me directly in the eyes, I can see that she is holding back her tears. Her eyes flick down to my lips, so I pulled her close, putting a loose strand of hair behind her ear, before connecting our lips in a soft kiss full of love. I can feel that her tears are falling now, so I hold her tight letting her know I’m there.

After a minute or so, she pulls back, still clasping my hands. “What are you doing here?” She asked. “Our schedule was changed last minute so I’ve got 5 days off. After speaking with you yesterday, I knew I had to come back to you.” She smiles at me as I talk. Her eyes searching my face like she’s taking in every detail.

I lead her towards the makeshift bed, and we lie down together. She snuggles into me, her head on my chest and an arm over my stomach, slowly tracing random patterns just under my shirt. “Babe, please tell me what’s going on. Please tell me the truth.” I ask calmly, hoping she’ll share.

I look down to her as she takes a deep breath before she sits up. I turn to face her and take both of her hands in mine. “I hate work.” She blurted out. I furrow my eyebrows at her but allow her to carry on. “I work my ass off and it gets me nowhere. Each day I go in and there is more shit they want me to do in short timelines. I try and explain, and they just tell me I’m lucky I work there and that there are hundreds of other people that would do anything to be where I am.” She looks at her lap as she’s talking as if she is ashamed.

“I try so hard to prove myself above everyone else, but it gets harder every day. I’m exhausted and I just have no motivation for anything anymore. I just feel like the dream I had has turned into a nightmare.” Her voice breaks as does my heart. I can’t believe my baby has been feeling like this and I didn’t know.

“How long has this been going on?” I ask. She hesitates. “I mean it’s always been tough but these last 4 months have been unbearable.” There’s a silence as I take in that she has been feeling this broken for 4 months I hadn’t even noticed. What kind of girlfriend can’t see the person they love is hurting?

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I ask holding back my own tears. “I didn’t want to worry you. You work so hard and do so many great things. I felt stupid for breaking down over this.” Her words are like daggers to my heart. I feel such guilt for not providing her with an environment where she can share these feelings with me. I pull her onto my lap and hug her so tightly. “Listen to me. You are not stupid. I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you. But I want to know when you’re feeling like this. I’m your girlfriend, I’m meant to be able to help you. It breaks me to think you’ve been going through this on your own.”

I can no longer stop my own tears as I cling to her for dear life, like I’m going to lose her. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just didn’t know what to do.” Y/N says into my chest. I pull her face into my hands so she’s looking at me. “No, you do not need to apologise. Just know that I am here for you, even when I’m miles away. I want to know how you’re feeling. Both the good and the bad. Ok?” She nods and I place a gentle kiss on her lips.

“I don’t know how I’m going to solve this.” She said, rubbing her thumb over my knuckles. “Quit your job.” I said without hesitation. “What? I can’t do that I need to pay rent, buy food!” She argues. “Firstly, you clearly haven’t been spending money on food, don’t think I haven’t noticed how thin you’re getting.” I lightly scold. I know she’s not doing it on purpose, she’s probably been too tired to eat working so late.

“Secondly, move in with me.” I ask almost at a whisper. She lifts her head and looks at me with confusion. “What?” she questioned. “I said move in with me. We’ve been together for a year. It’s about time.” She still looks confused as she rubs her hand against her forehead.

“Scar, you don’t have to ask me to move in out of pity.” She spoke cautiously. “Hey! No no, that’s not what this is. I had planned to ask you when I got back from Atlanta. You’re it for me. I don’t want to wait any longer, I want you to move in with me.” I say with conviction to show I mean it.

Her eyes fill with tears again, as she slowly nods her head. “Ok, I’ll move in with you. I’d love that.” She pulls me into a big hug and whispers “I love you.” I don’t want to ever let her go. “But I can’t quit my job.” I’m shocked by her response. “But babe, it’s not good for you.” She shakes her head. “I don’t want to be reliant on you. I want to be able to contribute to bills and treat you to fancy dates and surprise gifts.” She explains.

“You don’t need to do that. I want to take care of you. You don’t need to buy my love.” I pause thinking for a moment at how we can work this out. “How about, you quit your job on Monday. You can fly to Atlanta with me and then when I’m done filming, we’ll take a month to go travelling for a bit. Then when we’re back, you can look to get a job that you actually want. One that isn’t going to drive you into the ground.”

I can see her thinking for a while before responding. “Ok, I like the sound of that.” She says. I squeal in excitement and tackle her in a hug, resulting in us being a tangled mess on the bed. “We’re moving in together!” I exclaim. “God, I love you.” Once again I pull Y/N towards me into a passionate kiss. She giggles against my lips as I roll her over. “I love you too. Thank you for all of this. Shall we watch a movie?” She asks, looking at me with her love eyes. I nod and start the first movie. We snuggle up on the bed and spend the night watching movies.

We didn’t wake up until 12 the following morning. I woke up before Y/N and just watched her sleep, grateful she was finally getting rest. Once she wakes up, we lie in comfortable silence for a while before she slings a leg over me straddling me. “I’ve missed waking up to you.” She says, placing feather like kisses over my face causing me to giggle.

We hold eye contact for a while whilst she rubs her thumb over my cheek. “I can’t wait to move in with you if all my mornings start with you straddling me.” I tease, giving her hips a squeeze. Y/N leans down kissing up my neck then along my jaw before meeting my lips. “I’ll wake you up this way every morning if that’s what you want.” She whispers before smashing out lips together into a deep kiss. She gives both my top and bottom lips equal attention before swiping her tongue across my bottom lip asking for permission, which I instantly give.

Her tongue invades my mouth deepening the kiss with every move. I let out a small moan which results in Y/N pulling back and smiling at me. I hook my leg around her waist and flip us so I’m on top. I leant down and whispered seductively into her ear. “I brough home the suit.” Her eyes widen and a big grin appears on her face. “Well, what are you waiting for?” She responds. I jump off the bed to be greeted with a slap to my ass. I squeal and run to get dressed.

This was what I had always wanted in life. Someone who I adored and who adored me. I couldn’t wait to spend the next few months with Y/N and then the rest of our life together.

Timeskip

Y/N’s POV:

It was three months after Scarlett surprised me on the roof and asked me to move in with her. Whilst travelling she had proposed to me on a beach in Bora Bora. I of course had said yes. Once we got home, I started looking for jobs and I’m now working for a local company. It’s small but I love it. I’m actually paid more than I was, and I have much more responsibility. But the best thing is I’m happy. I’ve got a great work/life balance. I enjoy going to work and then I get to come home, at 5 every day, to my beautiful fiancé who I cannot wait to marry. My life feels like a dream and I hope that I never wake up.

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Bound | Chapter 5

Word Count: 2.3K Warnings: queer harassment

Summary: Rosalie always carried the resentment of not being able to fulfill the image of the perfect family she had in her head. But the universe had set out to grant her everything she could’ve hoped for in the most unconventional way and in the form of a witch. Can their love withstand the promise of forever or will Rosalie and (Y/N) succumb to the grapples of time?

A/N: oh, oh, I'm falling in love with a pairing that will not work out... I know I'm the writer, but, damn. I am breaking my own heart here. 🫠🫠 also, two chapters in one day, wow

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There would come a day when (Y/N) didn’t have Beatrice Porter by her side. There would come a day when she wouldn’t be able to roll over in her bed and find the onyx-black strands of her hair splayed over a pillow or kiss her eyelids as they fluttered in sleep. But in 1935, she didn’t know that. 

In 1935, she still believed they had forever. At least as long as forever could be in their human lives. And because she didn’t know, she was able to live in the absolute bliss of being with her best friend. 

As she brushed her hair out of the tight coil of the curlers she wore to bed, (Y/N) smiled at the sleeping figure of Bea on her bed. The sun had barely started to shine through the curtains, basking her pale body in the warm light of its rays. Her shoulders peeked through the white sheets, rising and falling with the evenness of her breaths. She was a vision of beauty that (Y/N) had been lucky enough to witness. 

By the time the witch was putting on her earrings, Bea stirred from her slumber, a lazy smile tugging at her lips. “Good morning,” she croaked. “You look beautiful.” 

“Hm, I was going for smart,” (Y/N) chuckled. “Is it the necklace or the hair?” 

“It’s your face,” the girl smiled. “You could play hooky, you know. Spend the day with me rather than at the university.” 

“A rather tempting offer,” she said as she walked toward the bed, crawling to Bea. “But I’m too close to graduating now. I’ve already had to argue with enough men who believe that higher education is no place for a woman.” 

“Well, in that case, give them hell,” Bea smirked. “I suppose I should do my own studying then. I do have a test this week and have gone to three classes at the most. I just don’t see the point if I’m going to stay here. Magic doesn’t require human schooling.”

“But the coven does need to change with the times. We need to strive for better. For bigger,” (Y/N) explained. “Living in the woods is amazing, but it keeps us secluded. Alienated. We need to find ways to blend in with society. Hide in plain sight. That’s the key to survival.” 

“You’ve always had great plans for the coven. You will make a wonderful High Priestess one day.” 

“One can only hope,” she sighed contentedly. “But for now, I can do my part in gaining more knowledge of how the outside world works. Find a way witches and other supernaturals can live amongst humans undetected. There may not be as many, but you know there are still people out there that hunt our kind. I mean, just last week, we received word of a coven in Louisiana being burnt down by so-called Modern Witch Hunters. We’ve learned to hide, but clearly not well enough.” 

“Cruelty will always be an incurable sickness in humans,” Bea grumbled. “People in high school taught us that early on.” 

The memory made (Y/N) grimace. They hadn’t done anything wrong. Stood by their respective lockers, the two girls had simply been talking and decided to sneak a soft caress. (Y/N) had only brushed a stray ringlet of hair that had fallen over Bea’s eyes. But her fingers had lingered too long, and their stare was a little too intense. A pair of boys had been walking down the hallways at that precise moment and had decided that what the girls were doing was too queer for their liking. 

Deeming (Y/N) as the instigator, they had snatched her and carried her to the nearest dumpster while calling her a slew of slurs and insults. All this while Bea cried and begged them to stop. It took everything in them both not to use their powers, knowing the punishment for using magic with humans was magic binding for an undetermined amount of time. 

As the lid closed above her and the smell of trash engulfed her, (Y/N) promised never to show an ounce of affection to her friend outside of the protective confines of their coven. There, no one questioned or talked in whispers –although some eyes did follow them at times. But it was nothing like the treatment they endured outside. A couple of stares here and there was nothing like finding dead animals stuffed in your locker, or being unable to walk down the street without being accompanied by a big enough group, or having to stay as far away from your best friend as possible because you don’t know who will attack you for what they believe. 

“You know, Annabeth is leaving in July,” Bea said, changing the topic as she saw how it upset (Y/N). “She was accepted to the University of Tennessee. She says there’s something about the state that calls to her, but I don’t understand why she would go so far. There are enough good schools nearby.” 

“Well, she’s setting her own path,” (Y/N) smiled, brushing a strand of hair behind Bea’s ear. “Your sister has always been quite the free spirit.”   

“That she is,” she chuckled. “Momma is going with her to help her settle in and everything. She also wants to make sure she’s comfortable with the coven over there.” 

“Would you go with her if she asked?” 

“And leave you up here all alone?” the girl scoffed. “Wouldn’t even think about it for a second.” 

“All you’d need is a big enough body of water, and you could come here anytime.”

“Are you suggesting that I leave, (Y/N) Carmine? Do you not want me here?”

“Oh please, don’t even say that. But she is your sister, Bea,” (Y/N) laughed. “You could at least pretend to ponder over the idea. Your family has always been so close-knit.”

“She’d understand,” Bea shrugged with a mischievous smile. “I’ve got something special here.” 

“You’re bad,” she grinned before kissing the girl’s temple. “And I’m going to be late.” 

“Fine,” Bea conceded. “I’ll let you go as long as you bring me some doughnuts.” 

“Of course. I wouldn’t dare come home without them.” 

“Good,” she beamed. “Then, I guess you can go.” 

It was simplicities such as those that (Y/N) reveled in. She may not have been allowed to hold Bea’s hand in public or even say how much she loved her, but she had their home. Behind those four walls, they were able to simply exist. No labels to concern themselves with, no judgment, and certainly no harassment. 

As the day trickled by and class after class passed, (Y/N) couldn’t help but have her mind divided between her education and the girl waiting for her at home. Everything reminded her of Bea. The black fabric of the chairs she sat on was the same color as her hair, the blue of the sky matched perfectly with the iciness of her eyes, and the smell of the town’s bakery reminded her of the girl’s favorite treat. 

There was nowhere she could turn that didn’t remind her of Beatrice, and there was no one on Earth she could love more than her… at least, that’s what she believed at that moment. By then, she had no idea her soul was bound to an immortal, nor that her life would go on after Bea passed one day. At that moment, she knew only of the fleetingness of life and the importance of living in the present. There was no way for her to know how fleeting those moments were when eternity came into play. 

For now, she enjoyed every second she had in the life she believed was passing.

She was coming out of the bakery when she was met with Russell Morgan, a witch from their coven who had always been kind and concerned over her and Bea. She knew he’d always had his eye on Beatrice, leaving flowers and trinkets on their porch for her. Though he understood the relationship the girls shared, he couldn’t help the affinity he held for the young witch. And none of it bothered (Y/N). Bea had made her choice, and it had been her. 

“Hello, Russ,” she smiled as he matched her pace, knowing he was escorting her home without mentioning it. “How was your day today?” 

“Can’t complain,” he chuckled. “Just making it through this last semester. Hoping I hear back from med school any day now. That’s been the most stressful thing.” 

“I’m sure you’ll get in,” she said. “You’re brilliant, Russ. They’d be lucky to have you. And you know New Forest witches seem to do well in medical school.” 

“Well, we do have a certain je ne sais quoi,” he laughed. “And, uh, how’s Bea been recently? I haven’t seen her as much in lessons.” 

“You know her. Most days, she doesn’t even want to get out of bed,” she smiled. “But I’ve already made a deal with her. For every day that she attends lessons, I’ll bring her a new pastry from the bakery.” 

“That will definitely get her there,” Russell chuckled. “And Margaret won’t be angry at her.” 

“Oh, Margaret’s a big softie at heart.” 

“She really is. And uh, are you two still…” 

(Y/N) knew he wouldn’t get the words out. He never did. “Yes. Bea and I are still,” she chuckled softly. “Don’t think that’s changing any time soon.”

“Well, not that I’m not happy for you two, but a man can only hope,” he said as his cheeks grew red in slight embarrassment. She knew he meant nothing by it and also understood the pull Bea held. “I do hope for you years of happiness. Even if the world hasn’t caught up to different kinds of love.”

“I know, Russ. And I am grateful for your wishes and your friendship. I know one day you’ll meet a woman as wonderful as you.” 

“I sure hope so. Mom is on me about giving her grandkids already. Apparently, the two kids my sister has already given her are not enough.” 

“No amount will ever be enough,” she laughed. “But she might be closer than you think, Russ.” 

And neither of them had any idea how true the statement was. 

Back at the house, the smell of fresh bread and beef stew filled the air. The scent alone made (Y/N)’s stomach grumble, knowing the flavor would be even better than the smell. The dinner table was already set, complete with a set of flickering candles. 

“What’s the occasion?” (Y/N) smiled as she kissed Bea’s cheek. “Everything looks so beautiful.” 

“Do we need an occasion to have a candle-lit dinner?” Bea said. “I just felt like it. Especially since you brought me some of my favorite doughnuts.” 

“Maybe I should bring you doughnuts every day.” 

“I wouldn’t be opposed to that,” she grinned. “And if they’re sugar doughnuts, even better.” 

“Do you really think I’d bring you any others?” 

“Better not,” she laughed. “But I just wanted to do something nice for you. Because I love you, and you deserve it.” 

“You’re the best, Bea,” (Y/N) beamed. “I love you more than the moon loves the sun.” 

With a flick of her hand, music filled the kitchen, and their bodies swayed to the rhythm that played through the radio. They swirled through the room, forgetting the stew that bubbled on the stove and the candles that were melting on the table. But they didn’t care. All they cared about was the fact that they were happy, they were healthy, and they were together. They filled a house with love and joy, and that seemed enough. 

“Do you think there will ever be a way we could have kids?” Bea asked absentmindedly. “I know it couldn’t really happen naturally. But maybe adopting.”

“I don’t think that could happen, Bea,” (Y/N) sighed. “At least not us together or even as single women living together. The world isn’t ready for that, darling.” 

“Oh, what a tragedy,” she sighed. “You would be a great mother.” 

“As would you, Beatrice,” the witch smiled sadly. “Is that something you really want? Children, I mean.” 

“Well, it had always been my dream to have a big family. Little ones running around, a home, someone to grow old with,” she admitted. “I just thought it was the normal way life would move toward.” 

“But I can’t give you all of that, Bea,” (Y/N) sniffled. She stopped their swaying and rested her forehead against Bea’s, a thin stream of tears falling down her eyes. “I can’t give you everything you’ve dreamed of.”

“Well, darling, I don’t want any of that if it’s not with you,” she assured. “I am perfectly content with just having you for the rest of my life.” 

“I want you to have everything you’ve ever dreamed of, Beatrice. I don’t want you to settle just for love. What if, one day, you wake up and realize that love isn’t enough for you? That kids and marriage is what you wanted all along.” 

Bea smiled warmly then, cradling (Y/N)’s face and wiping away the tears that stained her cheeks. “And what makes you think that your love is not enough?” she cooed. “I would wait a thousand years if it meant I got to live my life with you. Children are never a sure thing. Even if I married a man, there is no certainty that I could fall pregnant. But, with you, I know there is love. That is certain, and that is what I need.”

She sealed her words with a chaste kiss to (Y/N)’s lips, slipping through her mouth all the love she felt for her best friend. It was a promise of a future together, a promise of forever. But how could they have known that forever would not have been long enough? That the end of their forever was just around the corner. 

“Now, why don’t we sit and eat already?” Beatrice smiled.”I’m starving.” 

“Alright then,” (Y/N) said. “Let’s eat, and cheers to forever then.” 

“Cheers to forever.”

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[louisbutalsolestat]

Okay first Jacob Anderson with my favorite parts of the whole season and episode. JAM said episode 5/8 are there favorite and late episode 6. But I agree 100% about episode 5 and 8 being my favorites.

My sister said she wanted the theater coven being burnt down and all Louis rage. All that should have been longer at least 30 minutes. And that wasn't enough. I agree that was great but it felt very rushed. 

So we're going to go by I guess least favorite characters from the book series. In their part in this episode.

Sam i'm glad that they added in the scene that everybody has been talking about where he is into places at once. Meaning that is a memory that Armand added into Louis subconscious later.

He's a member of the Talamasca 

I feel like I was so close when I said that he could be the new David. He was a former member of the Talamasca. Does that mean that he's going to be a part of the new series? Louis also mentioned that he owns a bar. Sebastian Melmoth was the name mentioned in one of the last scenes of the episode. The guy giving the tour mentioned this guy being in the place of Lestat. 

But is this guy really Sam the vampire?

He's only my least favorite because he doesn't exist in the books. Really

Therefore, I don't know anything about him.

Daniel Malloy

In the books, he's not one of my favorite characters because ... just because I don't know anything about him. Or care to know 😿 but Eric has changed that for me. I love his sarcasm and wit. He really has brought a new life to this character who in the beginning was only known as the boy. That's right for the first book. He doesn't even have a name.

Daniel Malloy is my second favorite part of the episode Eric's long awaited chance to become a vampire has finally been achieved. And with great accolades, we should award him. Great performance he really deserves this. This whole season deserves an award season of its own. I am looking forward to seeing how Daniel and Louis friendship grows. He really is the second coming of Paul. As in at the dinner table, he sits on a pulpit that nobody acknowledges.

Armand

Assad Zaman, before he dawned our screens with his amazing performance. This last two seasons, I hated this character. While the character is in large parts, the same as he is in the books it is a joy to see him acted out on screen. and I thoroughly enjoyed Armand getting the dinner that he deserved in his just desserts. I don't care how much you love somebody. You don't torture them for days and then erase their memories. kill their family members and keep them away from love ones.

I cannot wait for the "vampire Armand season" it actually is one of my favorite books out of the series. And I hope that Assad is still here and playing the part when that time comes. That's if they don't cancel us first. Lol

RJ man, he types slow. We'll see what happens with this character

Real Rashid is he a vampire? Member of the Talamasca? Does he still work for Louis? Or Armand? I really like this character so I hope we get to see more.

Lestat My friend out for the first time. We finally get a good glimpse at what Sam plans to do with this character. And how he's going to betray the character. 

Lestat is the Bella Swan of this series. Truth is by the ninth book of having him as the lead, I have grown very tired of this character. Mostly because I am not as outgoing, have lack of common sense, ready to jump off a cliff as he is. He is going to take us through some very interesting and exciting adventures that we do not wish to go on. but he's going to do it anyway because he's Lestat de Lioncourt and addition to that the production and writers want more of Louis so that he can join in on all the fun. Or at least do all the yelling at him that I wanted to do while reading the books. Because let's be honest, you read the books and you wanted to yell at him. Louis is that wife that gets left at home in the books. But they have changed this character to being the husband/wife truly needs to keep him in check. With the powers to do it to boot

Louis de Pionte du Lac well he is my favorite character in both the series and in the books. There is nothing you can say or do that will change my mind. He is a perfect angel, perfectly insane, perfectly imperfect. And I love him just that way. There is nothing I want to be changed about this character. I just want to see more insanity, more craziness, Jacob please keep playing the role that you were born to do.

[ahonice]

Last Kiss

Last Kiss

Jack Hughes x Fem Reader

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: Cursing, underrage drinking, if I missed any lmk :)

Note: Welcome to my first installment of works based on my favorite Taylor Swift songs, starting out with my all time favorite Last Kiss. I’m gonna be uploading these stories randomly, whenever I have the inspo or I have nothing else to write. Hope you enjoy, love ya!!

(Italics are song lyrics, I recommend listening to the song while reading.)

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“I still remember the look on your face, lit through the darkness 1:58. The words that you whispered, for just us to know. You told me you loved me, so why did you go away?”

The night before the 2019 NHL draft was a tense one. Jack was nervous, I was nervous, everyone was nervous. The air was thick, Jack’s tossing and turning was costing me my sleep.

“Jack, honey, I can’t sleep if you keep moving around like that.” I whispered to him.

“I’m sorry.” He stated plainly.

“Do you want to talk about it?” I didn’t mean to pry, but Jack and I had been dating for over two years, I knew when something was bothering him.

“I’m so scared Y/n. What if I’m a bust, what if I’m not what they want, not what they expect? What if I disappoint my team, my friends, my family, you?” Jack whispered out, finally turning to face me.

“Jack, first of all nothing you could do could ever disappoint me. Any team would be lucky to have you, you’re an amazing hockey player, these nerves are normal and completely valid. You just have to stay true to yourself and your game, don’t change that in hopes to please others.” 

“I love you.” Jack’s words took me by surprise, yes we had been dating for over two years but we had never said those words to each other. “You don’t have to say it back, it’s enough for me if you at least know how I feel.” He told me after noticing the visible shock on my face.

“I love you too Jack.” I did, I really did, I had known since our seventh month anniversary. We weren’t the type of couple to celebrate our anniversary every month, just every six months, but seven is my lucky number, the number on my lacrosse jersey, my angel numbers, the number meant a lot to me, and Jack wanted to show that he acknowledges that and that was the night you knew you were in love with Jack Hughes. We always joked that we would celebrate our eighty-sixth month anniversary as well.

“That’s great because I probably would’ve cried if you didn’t say it back” Jack laughed out, grabbing me to hold me closer to him, we finally fell asleep that night and woke up in the same position. 

“I do recall now, the smell of the rain. Fresh off the pavement, I ran off the plane. That July 9th, the beat of your heart. It jumps through your shirt, I can still feel your arms.”

The first month of my summer break was spent visiting my family that lived in Florida as well as a trip to Mexico, but once July came around I was on a flight back to Michigan where I would spend the rest of my summer with my boyfriend, as well as his family and friends, at their lake house. 

Stepping off the plane I could smell the rain and feel the humidity in the air, I could also hear the sound of your boyfriend’s laugh. It wasn’t until I saw him did I understand what was making him laugh so loudly. The sight of Jack, Trevor, and Cole holding up a “Welcome back from prison” made me laugh as well. 

“Hello boys, thanks for coming to pick me up” I said before going up to Jack, “Hi” 

“Hi” He responded before wrapping me in his arms and giving me a kiss.

“Gross” and “Get a room” were said behind me which made me turn around.

“You know what you learn in prison? Bad things.” I joked, referencing their signs, “Now come on I need to get my bags.” I said, grabbing Jack’s hand and leading the way towards baggage claim. 

“But now I’ll go, sit on the floor wearing your clothes. All that I know is I don’t know, how to be something you miss”

I don’t really know when Jack started to become distant, but I can guarantee it started while I was staying at the lake house. At first I thought nothing of it, this was his last real summer of freedom soon him and his friends would either be going away to college or entering the NHL, he wanted to spend as much time with them as possible, I understood that, but he didn’t seem to want to spend as much time with me. He would deny date nights, or on the rare chance he agreed Jack would invite Trevor or Quinn, he started to move away from me in his sleep, one night he didn’t even make the attempt to cuddle with me and instead slept with his back towards me, he continued to do that until I left.

Jack still made some attempt at being present in our relationship until the last week I was with him and everybody else for the summer.

“So honey, have you decided what college you’re going to? You never told me.” Ellen asked one night while we were all sitting around the fire making smores and enjoying our last couple moments together. 

“I’m going to the University of Denver, I got recruited to play lacrosse there. I’m super excited. I’m actually going straight to Colorado once I leave the lakehouse.” I told Ellen, and everyone else excitedly. I hadn’t told many people about my decision to go to Denver because up until three weeks ago I was supposed to stay in Michigan, but Denver offered me a better scholarship and I couldn’t turn it down. Jack was aware, he was the first I had told, but he wasn’t a fan of the idea of me going.

“Wow Denver is a long way away from Newark, how is that going to work for you two?” Jim asked the question this time. I looked at Jack hoping he would answer but he wouldn’t even look at me. Noticing the awkward tension Quinn quickly changed the topic to something about Vancouver and I looked at him and smiled as a thank you.

“I never thought we’d have a last kiss. I never imagined we’d end like this. Your name, forever the name on my lips.”

I already knew tonight was going to be a rough one, I knew me and Jack were going to fight so I stalled going inside. I opted out of going inside at the same time as everyone else once the fire had burned out, a taunting metaphor of mine and Jack’s relationship. I stayed on the dock looking up at the moon and stars for what felt like hours. I don’t know when tears began spilling out of my eyes, but I do know when they stopped. 

“What are you still doing out here, come to bed.” It was Jack who had interrupted my very pathetic stargazing.

“Jack, we need to talk.” That was the only answer I could give to his request of me coming inside.

“No we don’t.” He deadpanned.

“Jack-”

“Just come to bed, we can talk about this in the morning.”

I nodded in defeat, going up to meet him at the top of the dock. I gave him a kiss as we walked into the bedroom, I was surprised that it was reciprocated but I didn’t let myself dwell on the feeling it left me.

“I do remember, the swing in your step. The life of the party, you’re showing off again. And I roll my eyes and then you pull me in. I’m not much for dancing, but for you I did.”

It was one of the first nights I was at the lake house, Jack and I went out for dinner and later joined the rest of the boys at a local club. 

All night Jack was trying his hardest to get me to join him on the dance floor, I cannot dance for the life of me so I always stay away from lit up platforms covered in people. After what felt like three hours, more accurately thirty minutes, of sitting in a booth nursing a drink I finally caved in to Jack’s pleas. He did that stupid lasso move where he pretends to pull me in, making myself and those who we were with laugh. Jack simply kept his arms around me, we weren’t actually dancing, it was more of a sway of my hips and his shoulders. 

“Jack I can’t dance, I’m making a fool out of myself.” With Jack’s sudden rise in popularity I was always worried about those around us and if they were recording or taking images of my boyfriend, I didn’t want anything to happen to his reputation, which is why I was so nervous that both of us were underage, in a club, very much drunk, and dancing inappropriately.

“I know you can’t dance but I can’t either so who cares.” Jack always had a way to calm my nerves, even without him realizing it or truly trying to do it. 

“You’re lucky I love you Hughes.”

“I love you too Y/n.”

“Because I love your handshake, meeting my father. I love how you walk with your hands in your pockets. How you kissed me when I was in the middle of saying something, there is not a day I don’t miss those rude interruptions.” 

Jack had hundreds of habits, I loved them all but the one I loved the most was when he would just kiss me, no matter where we were, no matter what we were doing, no matter who was speaking.

“Well I was telling her that I wasn’t able to work this summer because I was going to be busy the whole time-” Jack cut me off with a kiss, mumbling how cute I was when I rambled, “-seriously, you’ve gotta stop doing that it makes me lose my train of thought.” I tried to seem agitated but Jack could see right through me.

“You told her you weren’t able to work this summer because you were busy…” Jack began your story for you again.

Sometimes Jack would even cut himself off to kiss me.

“It was a bullshit penalty, and who the fuck gives-” He grabbed my chin and gently brought it forward to connect our lips before going back to his story. “-a penalty while you’re scrimaging. That’s so annoying.”

All I wanted was for Jack to interrupt our fight by kissing me, but that wasn’t going to happen because he didn’t love me anymore. He always answered my questions about that particular habit with “I do it because I love you.” Jack hadn’t kissed you mid sentence in over a month now. 

“And I’ll go sit on the floor wearing your clothes. All that I know is I don’t know how to be something you miss. I never thought we’d have a last kiss, I never imagined we’d end like this. Your name, forever the name on my lips.” 

It was over, Jack had broken up with me the morning after I announced to everyone that I was moving to Denver and not staying in Michigan for college. I didn’t fight it, but I did give him a piece of my mind. I asked him why. I wanted a clear reason, not just “long distance” because if I stayed in Michigan he would still be in New Jersey, and he couldn’t give me one. So I packed everything I had brought up and left the lake house five days early. I texted my mom that I was coming home to spend my last few nights at home, which she obviously was happy about, but she was still confused.

I found myself sitting on the floor of my family’s living room sobbing, explaining to my mom and dad what had happened. The weird and sudden changes to our relationship dynamic, how Jack became distant halfway through my stay, and everything else that led up to our break up. 

“I never liked that asshole, I knew he was bad for you.” My dad said, comforting me in the best way he could but I knew that wasn’t the truth.

“Dad you loved him, you talked about him and his firm handshake for weeks after you met” I said back, smiling at the memory of Jack meeting my parents. We were both so nervous, Jack put deodorant on his hands to try and stop sweating so much.

“Sweetie, why don’t you take off his sweatshirt, maybe shower as well? I’m gonna make some snacks for us all.” I hadn’t even realized I was wearing one of Jack’s hoodies, I made sure I didn’t pack anything that once belonged to him, I guess I missed the items that were on my body because it wasn’t just the sweatshirt, I was also wearing his boxers as shorts and stupidly enough a pair of his socks because I forgot to pack all of my fuzzy ones.

“Mom, what am I supposed to do now?” I asked before she could leave the room.

“Make him regret it.” She said, giving me a wink before entering the kitchen.

“So I’ll watch your life in pictures like I used to watch you sleep, and I feel you forget me like I used to feel you breathe, and I keep up with our old friends just to ask them how you are. Hope it’s nice where you are.” 

It was nearly one year after the breakup and I was doing great. I started college, made friends, absolutely crushed my lacrosse season setting my own personal record in goals, and I was feeling the best I had in a long time. 

I was still not completely over Jack. If he were to fly to Denver and beg me to get back together with him I would say no, but I still find myself stalking his instagram weekly and I keep update notifications on for all Devil’s games. I even ask Trevor how he is doing all the time, if he was being hard on himself after a tough loss or how hard he celebrated after a win. I still cared about him, I still loved him, but that window in my life was now closed. I decided that this summer I would fully cut Jack Hughes out of my life, no more looking on his instagram to see if he had taken down the posts of us together yet, he had taken down a few, according to Trevor he was involved with a girl for a little bit so he took any self incriminating posts down for the time being. If Trevor had told me that five months ago I would’ve been a wreck, but not anymore, I truly want what’s best for Jack.

“And I hope the sun shines, and it’s a beautiful day, and something reminds you, you wish you had stayed. You can plan for a change in weather and time, but I never planned on you changing your mind.”

While I did want what’s best for Jack, I am still petty. I often find myself hoping that he is having a great time with his new girlfriend or just in general and he hears or sees or even smells something that reminds him of me, and reminds him of what he did. 

“So I’ll go, sit on the floor wearing your clothes. All that I know is I don’t know how to be something you miss. I never thought we’d have a last kiss, I never thought we’d ever end like this. Your name, forever the name on my lips. Just like our last kiss, forever the name on my lips.”

Jack regretted it, he regretted everything. He missed me so goddamn much, not to my knowledge. Trevor wouldn’t tell me how horrible he was really doing. He would tell me about the numerous times that Jack would get back from a game and go cuddle up in a sweatshirt that I forgot to pack and that he forgot to send back to me, or in the blanket I always used at night, anything that still smells even a little bit like me. Trevor wouldn’t tell me about all the times that Jack confined in him about how he shouldn’t have ever broken up with me, how he shouldn’t have broken my heart like that. Trevor would never tell me those things because I don’t want to hear them. I was happy now, I was over it, my once broken heart was now mended back together and getting stronger by the minute. Jack was the one who made it our Last Kiss, he made his bed and now he must lie in it.

“Forever the name on my lips, just like our last.”

***

Note: I don’t know how I feel about this one. I wrote it in a two hour sitting and I will not be proofreading cause I'd probably just start hating it and then never posting it. I tried a different POV in this story, but I don't know how I feel. Also I kinda switched up the end where it wasn’t flashbacks anymore but it was like the thoughts in the reader's head present day (well present day in the story which is summer 2020 lol) idk how I feel about this, criticism is always welcome also, I need someone to tell me if my work sucks hehe. Have a great day, love ya!!