#Like Olivia please You’re killing me

[fictiongods]

Olivia Rodrigo has to STOP singing songs that could be Fuffy singing a duet cause it’s KILLING ME.

[stvrnzcherries]

BRUTAL

c. sturniolo x fem!reader

summary: Chris got into a fight with his girlfriend Paige and you comforted him until things led to another...

warnings: dom!chris, angst, smut, fingering, degrading kink, make out, pet names, cheating, alcohol, use of y/n, throwing up, toxic relationship.

word count: 2.4k

not proofread!

You were at a house party that a few friends of the triplets organized. You were near the drinks table with Nick and Madi while Matt, Chris, and his girlfriend Paige were on the other side of the house. The thing is that you’re drunk right now and you can't help but stare at Chris, the way he caresses Paige's waist, the way he leans to whisper dirty little things to her, you want that, you want to be the one that he says those things, you want to be the one he can touch, love, crave for.

And it killed you that she was perfect and you felt like you would never be like her.

Little did you know...

“Y/n!” Nick snaps you out of your trance waving a hand across your face.

“Sorry, sorry! What were you saying?” You asked while you kept glaring at Chris’ direction.

“Do you want to play beer pong with us?” He asked once again

You nodded and that's when you saw Chris leaving with Paige upstairs.

Ouch.

This shouldn't be affecting you this much, but it hurts like hell. You can’t even recall when you started to feel this way about him, but it drove you crazy.

“Sure, but I kinda need some water…” And that’s when you felt it, your stomach turning, feeling the lump forming in your throat, this was the moment where your decision to get drunk would make you suffer the consequences for it. Kneeling on the floor, wrapping your arms around your stomach, feeling the acid making you gag, your first instinct was to pick up your cup and throw up on the inside, If you were going to humiliate yourself, the least you could do was to not make a mess on the fucking floor.

Feeling the sensation wear off slightly after literally throwing up your intestines (or at least that’s how it felt) you tried to stand up. Failing miserably, causing Nick and Madi to pick you up and rest your left arm around Nick’s shoulders and your right arm on Madi’s shoulders, trying to carry you to the bathroom as fast as they could.

Chris' POV

I went upstairs with Paige since she needed to talk to me. I think I’ve never felt so anxious in my life as I do right now. That’s when we got there and the conversation in reality was just Paige complaining about a trip I was going on with my brothers in a few days. “I just don’t understand why can’t you stay here with me!” she yelled.

“I already told you a few weeks ago that I’m not canceling another trip with my brothers just because you feel like not letting me go, you’re not my fucking mother to tell me where I can go or not, what I can do or not! Because guess what, Paige, I can do the fuck I want.” I snapped back, making Paige turn around and slap me harshly, leaving a red mark across my cheek.

I held my cheek, not feeling slightly shocked anymore since this started way back ago, I could tell by her face that she regretted it instantly.

“Chris, baby…” she tried to place her hand on the spot where she marked, making me pull away from her touch.

“And now you just gave me more reasons to go on that fucking trip,” I added between sobs, trying to hold back the tears, turning my back to her.

"Please, don't leave me… I can fix this..." She gripped my arm.

"As far as I remember, you mentioned the same thing last time we fought." The resentment showed up in my voice, but I couldn't help it. How could someone so perfect turn into a complete monster? How can someone hurt someone they love?

And when I left the room, I would rather not see her face or hear her voice.

Y/n’s POV

You were in the bathroom throwing up while Madi was making you a ponytail and Nick rubbed your back. This night couldn’t get any worse. “Shit,” Nick murmured as you let your head rest on his shoulder, feeling way better than how you were.

“What?” Madi asked, her voice sounding tense.

“Matt just texted me we’re leaving right now.” You sat up straight, panicking, “What do you mean? I thought we all agreed to go until 1:00 AM…”

He scratches the back of his neck, “Yeah, well, there’s a change of plans.”

You checked your phone, and it was only midnight, “You guys should convince Matt if we can go in 30 minutes?”

They looked at each other and then back at you, “We won’t leave you here, y/n.”

“I’ll be fine, guys don’t need to worry about me.” You smiled at both of them.

Nick shook his head. “I’ll just text Chris to ask him if he can try to convince Matt to let us stay a little longer.” He spoke as he started to type on his phone. “We’re not leaving you here alone, end of the conversation.”

"Alright, Dad," you replied jokingly, having as a response an eye roll from Nick as he was about to laugh.

Thirty minutes had passed, and the three of you were still inside the bathroom waiting for Chris’ answer. “Did he text you already?” You asked as you rinsed your mouth with some mouthwash to get rid of the disgusting sour taste you had.

"Yes, and he's giving me a headache already!" Nick answered as he kept texting back and forth with whom you supposed was Chris, "He won't stop being a fucking baby, and it's bitch complaining to me that Matt keeps insisting that we have to go now."

"Well...maybe we should try to—" You got interrupted by a knock on the bathroom door, you all looked at each other confused.

As you open the door, you see a long-haired brunette and a pair of pretty blue eyes.

It was Chris. His eyes seemed puffy and a little red as if he were crying. “Is Nick here?” Anger was plastered on his face.

That’s when Nick stood up and opened the bathroom door, “What the fuck, Chris? Can’t you do a simple task?” causing Chris to scoff “And you clearly can’t read. I texted you back saying that Matt didn’t give a shit about you guys needing more time. He wants to go now.”

“Did you explain to him that y/n is not feeling well right now?” Nick snapped back, crossing his arms.

Chris rubbed his face with both his hands before scanning your entire face. “Isn’t she okay now?”

“Chris! She could barely walk by herself a few minutes ago, why’s is it so hard for you to do a fucking favor and ask our brother to give us some time?!” Nick answered, his voice rising.

“Because I don’t understand why the fuck you guys need more time, y/n look completely fine, and you’re making a huge fucking deal out of it!” Chris’ voice also got a little louder.

“Because it will be a fucking huge deal when she’s throwing up all over the fucking car!” He shouted.

Chris’ jaw clenched.

“Then why don’t you ask Matt, since it’s such a big deal, huh?”

“Fine, I’ll fucking go and instead you and y/n will stay here while Madi and I sort this out since it’s so difficult for you.” Nick left the bathroom, Madi following his pace as Chris moved out of the way so they could get out.

“You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to—” Chris shut the door behind him and looked at you, tears forming in his eyes. Your first instinct was to hug him.

He just cried as silently as he could. You guessed that alcohol hits him differently than it does to you. He dragged you closer by wrapping his arms around your waist, and you began to stroke his hair. “Everything’s going to be alright, Chris.”

“No, it’s not, I’m a fucking burden to everybody and,” His sobs getting louder than before. “First, I fought with Paige and now Nick.”

You pulled back to look at his face, pulling his chin up so he could look at you, “You’re not a burden to no one, Chris.” You said, “You’re like the sun, and when the sun comes out, everyone smiles.” You kept talking, caressing his right cheek with your thumb, “Besides, whatever you and Paige fought about was just because she was drunk, it’ll pass.”

He just nodded and then rested his face on the crook of your neck and kept crying a little.

A few minutes had passed, you and Chris were sitting on the bathroom floor, laughing and talking a little.

“You know, If I’m being honest…I kind of envy Paige.” You said while looking up at the ceiling.

“Why?” Chris replied, furrowing his brows slightly

“Because she’s so beautiful and I’m not…” You admitted.

“Well that’s not true, you are really beautiful too.” He looked at you and smiled.

Beautiful, he called you beautiful.

A buzz sound came from Chris’ phone, he picked it up and looked at the screen. “It’s Nick.”

“What he said?”

“Matt accepted to stay a little more.”

“Excellent! This means I can finally get out of this bathroom.” You stood up and fixed your dress a bit, offering a hand to Chris.

He took your hand and stood up, as he was looking at you. His eyes shifted from your eyes to your lips.

And that’s when you noticed how your faces were just inches apart, feeling his breath hitting your face softly. “Chris…”

“Y/n…”

His palms were resting now on your cheeks, your mouths almost touching, “Do you want to kiss me, hm?” He suggested, grazing his lips against yours teasingly, causing you to shiver a little.

Of course, you wanted it, but was it right? Will he regret it? Will you regret it?

Something snapped you back from reality, cold hands running on your lower back down to your ass, gripping it slightly, “I asked you something.” His voice shifted to a demanding tone.

Fuck it.

You crush your lips against his. At first, it was sloppy, both fighting for dominance, he kept his grip on your ass, gripping it harder. Making you gasp.

And that’s when he gets the chance to slide his tongue inside your mouth, taking control of the kiss. Your body pressed against the cold marble sink that was right behind you, his hands now resting on the sides of your hips. Chris picked you up from your thighs and sat you up on the bathroom sink. Lifting your dress to reveal your black laced panties.

His hand snaked down to your inner thigh. His kisses lowered from your mouth to your jaw and then to your neck. His fingers finally got to your heat, your panties soaking wet. “You’re so wet for me.” He whispered, causing you to whimper a bit. He pulled your panties to the side and began to rub in circles your sensitive nub, whimpers coming out of your mouth. Shaking breaths, your hands gripping on the sink, your knuckles getting white.

“You fucking like that, don’t you?” Chris asked through gritted teeth, applying more pressure on your clit. You nodded but that made things worse, “You better use your fucking words, y/n. Or else I’ll stop and leave you all alone.”

“Y-yes, I l-like i-it.” You handled letting out. Chris smirked and kept stroking your clit. You closed your eyes and leaned your head back, your head resting against the mirror wall, feeling the wave of pleasure consuming you. “Fuck…”

But then, the pleasure stopped. You opened your eyes and looked at Chris, he was smirking at you while he sucked his fingers, guiding them back to your throbbing pussy. Slipping them inside you, painfully slow. Your walls clench around his fingers, your legs squeezing with each other, a loud gasp coming out from you. Chris began to pick up his pace, thrusting his fingers in and out of you “Just like that, keep making those pretty noises for me like a good girl.” He groaned, intensifying his speed with each thrust.

He looked down where his fingers were working their way to bring you over the edge, you let pornographic moans out of your mouth, giving Chris what he wants.

Control.

“You look so fucking pathetic right now.” He grabbed your chin with his free hand and forced you to see him, his eyes darkened and full of desire. “Don’t you think I haven’t noticed the way you look at me? You fucking slut.” Chris whispered to you, pumping his fingers mercilessly in and out of you. “You wanted this? You wanted me to finger you?”

You nodded desperately, feeling the well-known knot forming inside of you, you were about to come. “I-I’m so c-close,” you mumbled. “What was that?” He gripped your chin tighter. Your hands grasp tighter on the bathroom sink, your climax getting closer and closer with each thrust. “Don’t stop, fuck.” You spat, squeezing your eyes shut as you felt finally getting to the edge.

“I won't.” He replied, getting closer to leave a few hickeys on your collarbone and the crook of your neck. That's when you felt your release “Fuck!” a loud moan coming out from you, your walls clenching around Chris’ fingers. Your juices flooded all over his fingers. Chris took out his fingers, a popping sound as he did. Your chest goes up and down violently, and your breath is heavy.

He looked at his fingers then at you, “Open your eyes, now.” You open your eyes slowly to get the view of Chris cleaning out his fingers until there isn't a single drop of your juices around his fingers. “You taste so fucking good, ma.”

What the fuck was going on tonight.

You were in the backseat with Nick and Madi, gossiping about tonight's party “It was fun.” Nick admitted.

“Yeah, I think I’m not going to parties anymore,” Matt added.

And there was Chris, glancing at you a few times before they left you at your apartment.

“I’ll see you guys tomorrow, alright?” You said to them as you waved at them.

You're finally in a quieter place, where you can think about what just happened tonight with Chris.

It finally happened, you finally got what you wanted with Chris and even more.

But it wasn’t enough, you craved for more.

But then, reality hits.

He was still with Paige, and you were just a distraction to him.

Or that’s what you thought until…

You got a text from someone.

It was Chris.

a/n: not the best one-shots ever but here you go!!! Lmk if there are any mistakes!

Tag list: @sturniolossss @tillies33ssss @chrisloyalgf @alorsxsturn

[maybanksmusings]

Hello! I saw your requests were open so I was wondering if you could write a Spencer Reid x Reader fic based off “prison for life” by Olivia Rodrigo. Spencer has always been in the protector role so i believe it would fit him, please and thank you

PRISON FOR LIFE ; spencer reid

i know i can protect myself, but when you do it for me it’s hot as hell . . .

a/n: your brain is huge this song is so spencer coded

warnings: spencer reid x fem!bau!reader, unsub / case entirely made up to avoid spoilers, protective!spencer, established relationship, secret relationship, mentions of guns, violence, blood, criminal minds in general

a team. the worst kind of conclusion to draw when you’re narrowing in on an unsub, or two in this case. two family annihilators that would stalk and learn the routines of their victims, the kills were usually quick and ruthless, in and out in a matter of minutes.

only this time, your team had gotten there right in time. derek dragged one unsub out the door while the other bolted down the stairs towards the basement. without thinking, you’re sprinting after him, unknowingly running straight into a trap.

you trip the moment you barrel through the door, flying head first down the flight of stairs and landing on the hard concrete with a hard thud.

dizzily, you get to your feet, clumsily reaching for your gun only to realise you dropped it on your way down. it’s dark, you’re disoriented, and most terrifyingly, you’re not alone down here.

a fact you’re abruptly reminded of when a cord is wrapped around your throat, pulling your back flush against the chest of the unsub you were hunting. the initial panic urges you to scramble, but your training kicks in and you manage the lodge your elbow right into his ribs making him drop the cable.

the same elbow connects with his jaw with a satisfying crack but he’s not going easily, using the hair at the back of your head as leverage to bash your head against a dust old desk.

the struggle goes on for what feels like hours, and you’re giving as good as you’re getting. with a successful knee to his groin you send the unsub tumbling to the ground, and right as he’s about to lunge at you a metallic click sounds from behind where you stand.

“one more step and i’ll empty my clip”

spencer reid, your favourite coworker who also happens to be your long time boyfriend, has his gun pointed at the unsub with one hand as the other reaches out to pull you behind him protectively.

in a matter of seconds tara is cuffing the dirtbag before you and hauling him up the stairs with the help of jj, leaving you and spencer in the dusty basement.

“I had it under control.”

“It was no problem, darling, honestly, no need to thank me” spencer teases, holstering his gun and taking your face in his hands to fully examine the extent of your injuries “you really think i was just gonna ignore the fact you ran after a killer and didn’t come back within sixty seconds?”

“i’m not some damsel in distress” you groan, letting him examine your face with no resistance “i can protect myself”

“i know.” spencer nods, using his thumb to swipe the blood away from your bottom lip “it’s not gonna stop me protecting you, though. sorry”

he can see through your faux annoyance. spencer knows just as much as you do that you like having him as your protector, it’s ‘his job’ as he put it.

though, his protectiveness has made hiding your relationship that bit trickier.

everyone on the team would take a bullet for each other, there was no doubt about it, but people hotch were beginning to notice that spencer often went above and beyond when it came to your safety.

like when the bau were being targeted, he never left your side, if you were sent to interview a suspect reid was right there with you. even if a joke was made at your expense, it wouldn’t be entertained by spencer.

sometimes you could pass it off as it being because you were a woman, because even though all the women on the team were more than capable, the men on the team had a fierce protective streak for them whether or not they knew.

“you’re so annoying..” you grumble, fighting a small smile.

“mhm” spencer chuckles, pressing a quick, light kiss to your head “i love you too, darling”

“oh!”

a squeak from tara has both of you whipping your heads in her direction, frozen in the mixture of fear and embarrassment that you’d just been caught out.

“well,” tara clears her throat and makes a poor attempt at concealing a grin “we’re all done here when you two are ready.”

[so-long-soldier-writes]

Best Friend's Brother

kai parker x reader

summary: you should've known she'd find out and it would ruin your friendship. still, you can't find it in yourself to regret it.

tags: light angst, arguing, eventual smut, rough kissing, rough sex, unsafe sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, light fluff, spooning

word count: 2.1k

a/n: i wrote this like two months ago but am just now posting it. the majority of my requests are smut and i'm in a brain fog, so i'm having a bit of a struggle. still, i hope to have them out soon. bare with me! ily <33

“You slept with my brother?!”

“Liv-”

“No! You don’t understand! He’s a killer. He tried to kill me; he chased Luke and I around our house when we were four. How could you do this to me?!”

“Let me explain, Liv, I-”

“Explain what? Explain how, ‘it just happened’? How you ‘just fell into bed with him’? What is there to explain?”

“I… I didn’t do it to hurt you! I would never hurt you on purpose. It just…” your words fade, “...happened.”

“Yeah. There it is. ‘Just happened.’ What, did he trick you, or manipulate you?”

“He didn’t do anything, Liv. I wanted it just as much as he did.”

She shakes her head, eyes wild, yet full of hurt. “Were you drunk? Like, I don’t understand.”

“I wasn’t drunk. I mean, I had a glass of bourbon, but I wasn’t impaired.”

“When?”

“Huh?”

“When did it happen?!”

“The other night. I was here, drinking, and he came in. We talked for a while, co-miserated, and then, just…”

“The night I was off?” She smiles, but it’s not a kind one. “Of course.”

“Liv-”

“Who initiated? Who started it? Did he advance towards you, or did you start it?”

“Olivia-”

“Who fucking started it?!”

“I don’t remember, I-”

“Who made the first fucking move, Y/N, I swear to god!”

“I don’t know! I…” You try to remember. “He kissed me first, right outside the door. Pushed me up against the building and I let him.” She exhales, but then tenses again as you say, “but I put my hand on his leg while we were still inside.”

“Y/N-”

“Our knees were touching, underneath the table, and at some point, I laughed at something, and almost fell over in my chair. I was at the bar, sitting in those tall stools. He put a hand on my arm to stabilize me, and I reached out to his leg. We both kind of stopped me from falling, but then I kept my hand there. Let it travel up his thigh… He had this dark look in his eyes, and it should’ve scared me, but it had the opposite effect. The bartender then kicked us out for being touchy, and it was late anyway, and then things just escalated from there. I’m so sorry, Liv.” You reach a hand out to comfort her. 

“Don’t fucking touch me! Don’t ever touch me again. Knowing the same hands that used to hold me when I cried fucked my brother makes me sick. I fucking hate you.”

“Liv-”

“Get out,” she points to the door. 

“Please don’t do this.”

“You did this to yourself. You can have him. Don’t come crying to me when he tries to kill you.”

“L-”

“What’s wrong?” Luke enters the bar with the worst possible timing. He looks at his sister, crying, yet bubbling with anger. He looks at you, hurt, but defensive. “What happened?”

“She was just leaving,” Liv answers for you both.

“Why? Guys, what happened?”

“She’s a bitch. She means nothing to me.”

“Liv, please.”

“Get out!” 

You shoot Luke a sympathetic glance before finally listening to his sister. The other customers in the bar are starting to watch. Most of their attentions’ were grabbed at the “fucked my brother” part, and now they’re just staying for the girl-on-girl fight. 

“Y/N,” Luke starts as you leave. 

You only shrug, then slam the door on your way out. 

You’re pissed at everyone right now. Pissed at Liv for kicking you out; at Luke for walking in when he did. You’re pissed at Kai for kissing you; at Jo for telling her sister what happened.  You’re even a little pissed at Sheila Bennett, for indirectly putting all the Parkers in Mystic Falls at the same time.

Anger, however misplaced, is still anger. 

But most of your anger is directed at the source: you. It’s your own fault that any of this happened. You started things with Kai that night. You didn’t lie well enough when Jo asked why you were late for class. You made a choice to sleep with your best friend’s brother, and of course she would be mad about it. Her twin, as always, will stand beside her, and it’s your fault that both of them will hate you now. 

You deserve it. It’s your fault for sleeping with him. 

You curse yourself bitterly. 

Another thing you’re pissed about… enjoying it. 

You liked sleeping with Kai. You liked flirting with him. You liked the darkness in his eyes, and the way he pushed you up against the brick wall. You liked the way he kissed you, hard and rough, until your lips were sore. You liked his tongue on your neck and his hand down your pants. You liked the old man smoking on the street corner telling you to get a room. 

Kai is a killer, and a sociopath, and a narcissist, and that makes him dominant, and possessive, and controlling. They’re not good traits to have in a relationship, but hell, they make for good sex. He kept a hand on your back the whole way home, and when you finally reached your apartment, he picked you up and threw you on your bed. He wasted no time climbing on top of you, trailing his hands all over your body, teasing with gentle touches you’d never expect. His jeans grew tighter and tighter with every passing minute, but when you reached up to feel him through the fabric, he slapped your hand away. 

It wasn’t until you were undressed - your clothes, ripped off and thrown to the floor - that you could touch him. He let you feel the erection in his pants for two seconds, before clasping your hands together in one of his own and pinning them above your head. Kai then had his way with your body, kissing your face and neck, sucking at your breasts, nipping at the skin down your stomach, and then licking your heated core. He held your hips down with one hand, but kept the other on your pinned hands until he needed it to push two fingers inside you. When your hands dug into his hair, he didn’t fight it. In fact, he moaned so deeply, it vibrated throughout your body. You came on his face without warning, and he didn’t slow down for a second. 

Kai didn’t let up until your body was shaking with the force of three orgasms in a row. He wore a satiated smile when he lifted his head to kiss your lips, then grabbed your jaw to open your mouth. Effortlessly, he spat a mouthful of your come and his spit, and waited for you to swallow it. You did, and what little he missed that dripped from his lip, you leaned up to lick off. He took your lips again in an open kiss while his hands worked at removing his belt. 

A smile was on his face when he broke off the kiss. Dimples were planted into the sides of his cheeks and they made you giggle. 

“You okay?” He asked, lining himself up with you.

“Mhm.”

“Words, princess.”

“Yes.”

“Atta girl.”

You sat back on your elbows as he pushed in. He was unexpectedly, suddenly, shy as he did, as if it was his first time. He was gentle, too, and watched your face, waiting for you to adjust. You nodded for him to continue before he was ready, and he took an extra few seconds before beginning to thrust. 

One hand rested beside your hips. The other, he kept on the base of his cock, because he slipped out a couple times at first. That’s when you realized it probably was his first time. After another minute, he spread your legs further and climbed more atop your body, then found his rhythm.

It was a very human-like thing for him to do. For him to learn sex is a matter of trial and error. You could feel your heart falling for him in that simple moment. Your mind, sober, as the alcohol wore off a bit ago; your thoughts, recognizing you’re on your bed, with Kai Parker on top of you, and you like it. 

He was a quick learner. He found he'd slip up less if he only pulled out halfway before thrusting back in. He paid attention to angles and how to hit the deepest parts of you. He acknowledged the sounds and faces you’d make in reaction to his movements. When your nose scrunched up, you liked it less; when your lips parted, you were much more pleasured.

Kai was nothing if not observant. In less than an hour, he had learned how to read you. 

He brought two fingers to your clit and rubbed harshly. He’d spit on your stomach and watch it run down your body, slick with sweat. Sweat would drip down his own face, too, as he fucked you hard into your bed.

But despite the skill he had procured, his thrusts got sloppy much too soon. It was obvious he was trying to hold off his high, but with each moan that escaped his lips, you could tell he was close. He wrapped his lips around your tits and sucked harshly, whether to shut himself up or bring you to another high, you weren’t sure. After only another minute, he came. He scrambled to pull himself out, not knowing what kind of protection you had, but knowing he had worn none. Half of it spilled onto your stomach, but some was missed; you could feel it inside you. 

“Fuck,” he muttered. 

He bent his head down to lap it up. What he could reach with his tongue, he retrieved, but some expertly evaded. The feeling of him exploring your hot and sore core brought you to the fourth orgasm you almost missed by him pulling out early. You bucked your hips upward, overstimulation searing throughout your body, but he pushed you back down on the bed. 

“Kai, I can’t,” you told him, tears pricking at your eyes, almost fearing a fifth.

Luckily, he only swiped his tongue around once more before drawing it out. Then, he licked a stripe up your stomach, tasting his own cum mixed with yours. It flooded his taste buds and he swallowed it before licking up more for you to try. By that time, you expected his next move. When he grabbed your jaw to force open your mouth, you stuck your tongue out to receive. He smiled before spitting the mixture inside, then slapped your pretty little cheek gently as it went down your throat. 

It took you a second to recover, both of you. Kai had collapsed to your side as you lay flat, and the both of you fought to regain your breath. After a moment, you turned your body in to face him, and took his cheeks in your hands. You were about to speak when he asked you a question,

“Do you regret it?”

“No.” There was no hesitation in your voice, and it was true. You didn’t even regret the lack of protection you both neglected to remember. “Do you?”

“No.” He looked intently into your eyes. “Were you going to say something?”

“Just that you look absolutely beautiful post-high.” This was also true. His eyes had this glossy look about them that was stunning. Not to mention the sweat glistening his cheeks, or even the redness in his face from the exhilaration. 

He smiled in response to the unexpected praise, and the dimples returned to his face. You couldn’t help the soft kiss with which you’d grace his lips in the next moment, and he wasn't able to help the blush that burns him even brighter. 

“You’re gorgeous, too,” he complimented. “I’ve been watching you for a while. Hoped to talk to you, but didn’t think I’d get lucky enough to get this far.”

“Blame the shot of confidence I needed to talk to you for that,” you joked. “It got me further than I thought, too. Not that I’m complaining.”

He chuckled, then moved his face to kiss your fingers, still on his cheeks. 

“I have class tomorrow,” you muttered, realization hitting you. 

“I guess I should go then.” He didn’t get up, but voiced it as a question. 

You, shyly but genuinely, responded, “you could stay.”

And so he did. A quick shower, separate due to soreness, was the only thing to drag you out of bed, but then you crashed right back in it in a new change of clothes. Kai spent the night with you, spooning your back with an arm wrapped protectively around your body. It wasn’t until late the next morning that you woke up, late for class, and hurrying to leave. Within an hour, you departed at the same time, but not without a promise to meet again soon. 

[goldsainz]

FRIENDS INTO LOVERS — one shot.

pairing: lando norris x reader

MASTERLIST.

request: “Hi, could I request a childhood sweethearts with lando please and thank you 🫶🫶”

NOTE: so i did a social media au for this, hope that it's okay! let's pretend for the sake of the story's timeline that olivia is slightly older ���� i changed the request format thingy bc the gap it left bothered me… if you check my other requested works you’ll know what i mean

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ynfan1 LANDO BEING A PASSENGER PRINCESS IS NOW CANON

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user1 when are they gonna get together!!!

maxfewtrell Still can’t believe I wasn’t invited��

⤷ yourusername this wouldn’t happen if you had other friends!

⤷ maxfewtrell Rude! I’m gonna tell Lando about this.

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yourusername All Of The Girls You Loved Before is out now in all streaming platforms!!! 💗

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landonorris So so proud of you! Everyone will get sick of me playing this all the time

⤷ yourusername you’re fr my #1 fan

⤷ landonorris And what about it? 🤨

landofan21 this 100% about lando no doubt about it

oscarpiastri New song for the McLaren playlist

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ynfan21 if this isn’t a confirmation post + the comments… then idk what is

ynfan22 “i wanna teach you how forever feels” when will it be my turn😭

landofan22 THE BEHIND THE SONG INTERVIEW??? if this song isn’t about lando idk what’ll do…

⤷ user21 what did she say?

⤷ landofan22 “It’s about loving someone so much you don’t really care that they’ve been with someone before you, just feeling grateful you’re getting the best version of them.” that is so about lando idc what anyone says

⤷ ynfan23 don’t forget about: “I wrote it thinking about how maybe there’s someone that’s always kind of been there, and you didn’t notice or the timing wasn’t right, but now that it is you don’t think about anything else other then them.”

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landonorris May I introduce my lovely girlfriend, Y/N! She’s been my friendfor more years than I can remember (17 if we’re being precise) and there is no one else I’d rather spend the rest of my life with. Thank you, for being my best friend all this time and letting me love you ❤️

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ynfan31 OMG??? I WASN’T EXPECTING THIS TODAY

sebastianvettel Congrats you two! Nice to see you both finally came to your senses

⤷ landonorris Thank you, Seb!

⤷ yourusername 🫶🫶🫶

landofan31 i’m gonna need 3-5 business days to recover

landofan32 THAT TWITTER USER WAS RIGHT???

ynfan32 words can’t describe how i’m feeling rn

mickschumacher Glad I don’t have to keep this a secret anymore!!!

⤷ maxfewtrell Same here, mate! It was killing me

ynfan33 all this time they were together😭😭

user31 love is actually real

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yourusername i guess hard launching is the only way! i’ve loved this man for more years than i’d like to admit, as a friend and now as my boyfriend!! wherever you stray, i follow 🤍 (shoutout to user3 on twitter your thread was scarily spot on)

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landofan41 the willow lyrics😭😭

ynfan41 your honour i love them

lilymhe you’re still my wife, right?

⤷ yourusername forever and always, baby

⤷ alex_albon Crazy to see how people forget they have boyfriends at home…

ynfan42 THESE ARE NOW MY PARENTS!!

ynfan43 i guess being delulu works out in the end

landofan42 he’s the king of her heart (i’m sorry but i had to make the taylor reference)

francisca.cgomes now we can finally go on double dates!!

⤷ yourusername we could always go on a date alone

⤷ landonorris I think we’ll stick just with the double date

ynfan44 they’re officially the best couple on the grid

[hotmomsonly101]

Little kicks (Olivia benson x fem reader)

Summary: you’re 6 months pregnant with you and Olivia(your wife) baby, whilst your at work you feel your baby kicking you

warnings: none

every since I told Olivia that we are pregnant, she is by my side 24/7 Olivia is always there for me as is Noah, I barely get to do my job because Olivia is the boss and doesn't want me doing field work she wants me at the station that's is the only way she will let me work is if I stay at the station til after I give birth.

this morning was something, Olivia was called into early and she took Noah to school so I was alone, I had some paperwork to do so I had to get up and go to work, so I get up and slowly walk to the bathroom to take a shower, after I get out I do my hair, and get dressed I put on a long gray dress and sandals and I start to do my makeup and my phone rings

I see the contract name “wife❤️” I answer it

“Hello”I say as I’m doing my eyeliner

“Hey princess, what you up to” she says I can hear typing at her computer

“I’m doing my makeup and then I’m coming to do paperwork” I start on my mascara

“Oh okay baby, please be careful driving here”I can hear the worried tone

“Liv I will be fine, it’s not that far of a drive”I finish my makeup “I’m on the way I’m done with my makeup”

“Okay beautiful can’t wait to see you I love you be safe” I grab my keys and my bag

“I love you to liv” I say and I hang up, I slowly walk to my car and drive to the office, and slowly walk inside and go into Olivia’s office

“Ow ow, I think I’m in pain, your beauty is killing me”she says as she looks at me through her glasses

“Shut up” I say putting my bag on her couch

“Come here”she spins in her chair to face me

I walk over and lean down and kiss her lips slowly she grips on my waist as we share a romantic and intimate kiss we break the kiss and Olivia puts her hand on my belly

“How is my little munchkin”she asks slowly rubbing my belly and planting little kisses on it

“Hasn’t been to active today” I smile and knit my fingers through her hair

After some time I really had to get my work done, so I go and sit in the corner of her office, I don’t really have a desk I mean I do but I prefer to be near Olivia and Olivia prefers me to be close to her in case something happens anyways, since I’ve been going through a lot of pain and throwing up lately liv wants to be able to keep an eye on me just to make sure I’m okay.

Half way through i need a break so i grab my water bottle and drink it and close my eyes, my back is killing me, my child will be the death of me, I’ve had the most worst pains like my back, my breast and my feet, I’ve been making sure to get enough rest and drink as much water as I can. Olivia is on the phone talking to someone, I’m not sure who but I slowly stand up and hold my stomach as put my hand on the couch to steady myself.

“Oh fuck” I say as my daughter just kicked the side of me with such force

Olivia looks at me and tells the person that she will call them back and rushes to her face and comes to me

“are you okay honey” she says as she makes her way to me and grabs my waist

“She just kicked me so hard liv, and my back hurts so bad”I look at her getting emotional and tears fall

“Hey baby, it’s okay” she grabs my face with her hands and makes me look at her “just breathe princess it’s okay” she wipes my tears and kisses my forehead as I take some deep breaths

Olivia turns me around and goes behind me and from behind she rubs my belly with her hands and kisses my cheek loving before she lightly lifts my belly so I can breathe for a moment without the pressure of my baby

“Better angel” she kisses my temple

“Yes, I’m not carrying anymore kids” she laughs as I say that “seriously Livy” I tell her

“I know baby but you are so funny” she keeps kissing my temple

Olivia just cradles my baby bump with care, kissing at my temple and whispering loving words into my ears, after some time she lightly lowers it I definitely feel much better that I got a little break of having to carry my heavy daughter only 4 more months til I don’t have to carry a human being in my body

“Thank you Livy” I smile at her

“Anything for you angel” she grabs my face and gives me a loving and gentle kiss, I smile into it

“I love you”I tell her as we break our kiss

“I love you more sweets”she says before she gives me another deep and gentle kiss

For the rest of the day I did my paperwork and hung out with Olivia whilst she did captain duty’s and then we went home so I can relax and sleep off the painful and how pregnancy pains.

[maximoffcarter]

You're stuck with me.

Pairings: Casey Novak x reader.

Summary: Casey Novak and reader joined the squad almost at the same time, but as soon as they met, there was a spark that they couldn't deny. They were so in love that nothing really mattered to them, but maybe reader's last name could be a problem?"

A/n: This was requested by an anon, they gave me the choice to either use it with Alex or reader so...I decided to make reader a Cabot haha. I hope you guys enjoy this and please don't be afraid to send me any requests or ideas that you have, the more I have, the more I'm willing to post. I've missed so much writing that I'm having the time of my life. Enjoy and leave your comments, reblogs, hearts, whatever you'd like, will be very much appreciated🫶🏻

*not my gif*

When y/n joined the SVU squad, the last thing she wanted was to be known as Alex Cabot’s little sister. Everywhere she went, even the most unexpected places in New York, they knew about the Cabot legacy, and it was for sure that precinct sixteen knew very well who Alex Cabot was, but y/n was working her way through to be a detective in Boston, wanting to stay away from Manhattan as much as she could. Her idea had even been to be transferred to Chicago at some point, but for some reason -maybe destiny- she ended up being transferred to SVU. She had almost begged Cragen to not tell people she was a Cabot, she knew how everyone appreciated her and were devastated when she had ‘died’, but the last thing she needed, was to be reminded of her name. Of course, it was inevitable, but she thought that at least she tried. The whole squad treated her like she was part of the family, saying she reminded them so much of Alex. She wasn’t too mad about it, but she wanted to be recognized for her work, for herself, not for Alex or her last name.

The only person that truly recognized her for who she was, just y/n, was Casey Novak. Casey and y/n had almost joined at the same time, both understanding each other in some level since they were the new members of team and they both felt left out even if they were all over y/n. Y/n tried to convince herself that since only Olivia and Elliot knew that Alex was alive, maybe the rest of the team just wanted to make sure that she was safe, and Olivia and Elliot knew that if they didn’t take care of y/n, then Alex would come back from the dead and kill them both.

But Casey, she only saw her as y/n, as the sweet girl that she happened to run into while she was leaving court, the sweet girl that was in charge of asking Casey for warrants if they needed one, the sweet girl that she was starting to fall for. For Casey, she was only y/n, and she wouldn’t have it any other way. Y/n had become so close with Casey that she couldn’t help her heart, she had started to fall in love with her, and she kinda hated it because it was against her rules, to date someone she worked with, and the very first rule; never date attorneys. But did she mind? Not one bit. Not when it came to Casey.

Casey looked up as y/n leaned over the doorframe with a silly smile. “You’re here to ask for a warrant, aren’t you?” She grinned.

Y/n chuckled. “How do you know?” She raised her brow as she walked to Casey’s desk and sat on it, looking down at Casey. “You know that’s mostly my job.” She grinned.

“Right, because they know we’re close and I wouldn’t come for your ass.” Casey grinned as she looked up at y/n. “Johansson case?”

“Yep.” Y/n sighed. “We believe he might be hiding something in his apartment, but he won’t tell us more. We believe his wife is also involved and she might be hiding something. We have enough reason to go to his apartment.”

Casey sighed softly. “Fine. Donnelly is the judge. I’m sure I can convince her.” She then smirked. “Or I can just tell her that y/n Cabot told me she needed it.”

Y/n furrowed her brows. “Hey, thought you were my friend.” She shook her head. “Do not use my last name.”

Casey stood up and stood in front of y/n. “You know I’m kidding. I’d never do that, even if they asked me to.” She offered a sweet smile.

Y/n smiled softly. “I know.”

Casey looked down at the floor for a moment as she moved closer to y/n, positioning herself between her legs. “So…only friends, huh?” She looked up at y/n, she had that little grin and look in her eyes that made y/n’s knees weak.

Y/n gulped as she looked up at Casey. “Uh…well, we…we never-“

Casey tilted her head. “I thought it was pretty clear.” She whispered softly, her voice becoming raspier.

“What?” Y/n whispered softly as Casey got impossibly closer to her body.

“That I want more than just a friendship.” Casey smirked as her hand went to y/n’s waist and the other on y/n’s neck, her finger tracing y/n lips as she wetted her own. “That you’re mine.” She tilted her head again. “Or do I need to remind you?”

Y/n felt her breath hitched, her body reacting to Casey’s touch instantly, and her hands going to Casey’s waist to pull her closer. “You don’t need to, but I’d like you to still remind me.” She grinned softly.

Casey chuckled darkly, leaning down, and closing the gap between them in a slow but passionate kiss, earning a moan from y/n as Casey gripped the back of her hair. Y/n kissed her back, wrapping her legs around Casey, making her arms wrap around y/n’s neck as she felt herself almost tripping, making them pull away. They laughed softly as Casey rested her forehead against y/n’s.

“I’m sorry.” Y/n whispered softly, looking up at Casey.

“You got a little too excited there.” Casey chuckled as she kissed her forehead softly. “But hey…” She placed her hand on y/n’s cheek and smiled. “I mean it. I do want us…this. To be more.”

“Are you asking me to be your girlfriend, Casey Novak?” Y/n smiled.

Casey grinned as she nodded. “I am, y/n Cabot.”

Y/n chuckled softly. “Then my answer is yes. I’d love to.” She smiled as she leaned in to kiss her lips again. “You know that anyone could walk in and find us like this, right?”

Casey looked behind y/n and chuckled, looking back at y/n. “You got something on your eye, I was just helping you.” She grinned as she kissed her nose.

Y/n rolled her eyes playfully, but before she could say anything else, her phone went off, sighing softly. “That could be Liv.”

“I’ll go get you the warrant.” Casey kissed her lips one more time before she moved. “I’ll call you when I have it.”

Y/n nodded. “Thanks.” She smiled before he hopped off the desk and made her way out of the office. “See you later!”

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A whole year passed when y/n had asked Casey to move in with her, the whole squad now knew that the two women were dating, and they would be lying if they said they didn’t see it coming. They became closer than ever, and their love only grew stronger, making every day easier to go by. Y/n had already mentioned Casey to her parents, knowing that even if they didn’t have Alex anymore, they could be happy with the thought that their little girl was happy with someone by her side, a surprise visit happened and that’s when Casey met y/n’s parents. Everything went smoothly, her parents loved Casey and were happy for y/n. But then her mother passed away, and Casey stood by her side every step of the way. Casey knew how hard it was for y/n to not have Alex by her side, so she tried her best to be there whenever y/n needed her. What she didn’t expect after a few months, was the arrival of a case that brought her sister back from the dead.

The moment Alex came back, y/n told her everything that had happened after she joined SVU, and of course, she couldn’t leave out that her girlfriend was the one that was prosecuting the guy that shot her. Y/n sat with Casey and Alex through the whole thing, both supporting her girlfriend and supporting her sister, she knew Casey felt more pressure knowing that y/n cared so much about this case, not only for Antonio but for Alex too. Once the whole trial was over, y/n went to meet Alex, receiving a call that she had to go again for a while and she didn’t know for how long, so they met for a final coffee to say goodbye. Y/n went back to their apartment and closed the door behind her, taking off her coat and putting it on the rack, making her way to the living room and smiled as she found Casey on the couch.

“Hey there.” Casey smiled as she closed the file she had on her lap, putting it aside as she extended her arms for y/n.

Y/n sat on Casey’s lap and wrapped her arms around her middle, burying her face on Casey’s neck as she wrapped her arms around y/n. “Thought I’d find you asleep.”

“I wanted to wait for you.” Casey kissed her forehead softly, her hands going up and down her back.

Y/n sighed softly. “She’s gone, not sure for how long.”

“I’m sorry, baby. But it’s for her safety.”

Y/n nodded. “I know.”

“I got a call from my dad.” Casey whispered softly. “He wants me to visit this weekend for my mom’s birthday.”

“When are you leaving?” Y/n asked softly.

Casey nibbled her lip. “I was…thinking…we could in the afternoon on Friday.”

Y/n moved to look at Casey, fully sitting on her lap. “You...you want me to come with you?”

Casey smiled softly, softly stroking her hips. “I do. I’ve told them about you, and they really want to meet you.”

“Are you sure?”

Casey chuckled. “Baby, I was lucky enough to meet your mom, I already met your parents. I thought maybe it was time you meet mine.”

Y/n smiled softly as she placed her hands on Casey’s neck, leaning down to kiss her lips softly. “I’d love to.” She chuckled. “Alex said she’s happy I found someone. She thought I’d die alone.”

“I’m not gonna let that happen. You’re stuck with me.” Casey placed her hand on y/n’s neck bringing her down again for another kiss.

“Oh, I definitely like the sound of that.” Y/n said against her lips, kissing her again tenderly.

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The whole ride to Casey’s house, y/n had been a nervous wreck. She knew Casey wasn’t that close to her family, not after all she had gone through and then coming out to her parents had also been a bit of a problem but finally they came to terms with it, wanting nothing more than seeing her daughter happy. Y/n knew Casey was Catholic, she had grown in the religion, but she had decided to not follow it when she was older enough to choose for herself, which was also the reason she was not as close to her parents as she used to be. Casey reassured her the whole ride that her parents were excited to meet her and see who had her daughter so happy, Casey had told them enough about y/n, just a little heads up on who she was and how they met, which made y/n feel a bit better because at least there wouldn’t be like a million of questions; maybe just like a thousand.

Y/n took a deep breath as Casey parked right in front of the house. It was a casual family house, which she felt some sort of comfort as she looked at it, a faint smile on her face as she thought about a young Casey running around the house and practicing softball outside. She had seen some pictures of Casey when she was a kid, so now seeing the house she grew up in made her feel warm inside. She turned to look at Casey who had been staring at her this whole time, grabbing y/n’s hand, and bringing it to her lips, kissing it softly.

“Everything will be okay. I love you, and that’s all that matters.” Casey smiled softly.

Y/n nodded softly as she offered a small smile. “I love you too.” She sighed. “Sorry I just…this is the first time I actually meet the parents and I just…I want them to like me. I- I don’t know.” She chuckled nervously.

“If your parents accepted me, trust me…mine will.” Casey chuckled softly as she leaned in and kissed her cheek. “If you don’t feel comfortable, we’ll just leave, okay?”

“I don’t want you to lose your mom’s party tomorrow.”

“We’ll figure it out then. But I’m not leaving you.” Casey smiled as she kissed her hand one more time before she exited the car and went to the other side to open the door for y/n.

As they walked to the door, Casey grabbed y/n’s hand and held it tightly, feeling how y/n had started trembling a little as the moment started to feel more real with every step they took. Casey looked at y/n and leaned in to kiss her lips before she knocked on the door, telling her that it would be okay one last time before the door was opened. Y/n didn’t know what she had expected Casey’s parents to be like, but of course they were as tall as Casey, her dad being way taller, both had bright smiles on their faces as they looked at both women. She could see where Casey got that beautiful smile she loved, she looked exactly like her mom, her hair very similar, and she definitely had her dad’s eyes. The father was the first one to wrap his arms around Casey, squeezing her tightly, making y/n smile. And then she took a deep breath as she noticed Casey’s mother opening her arms to hug y/n.

“Oh, y/n! You’re just as beautiful as our girl described!” Her mother wrapped her in a big, tight hug, chuckling softly. “I’m Angela, but you can call me Angie.” She pulled away and smiled brightly, going for her daughter next.

“And I’m Tom. It is so nice to meet you, y/n.” He said with a smile and also wrapped his arms around her. “But please! C’mon in, we have the table ready! We figured you guys would be hungry after that drive, so get in here. I’ll take care of your bags!” He said as he walked out of the house and made his way to Casey’s car.

“Oh, honey, you look so good! Happiness really suits you.” Angie winked at Casey and walked inside the house.

Casey chuckled softly and looked at y/n, leaning over to whisper in her ear. “Forgot to tell you that they’re huggers.”

“Thanks for the heads up.” Y/n chuckled softly as she followed Casey.

The rest of the dinner went smoothly, most of the conversation had been about Casey’s childhood and college days, y/n enjoying every minute of it as she was hoping that they wouldn’t start asking about her. The only thing she had mentioned was why she decided to be a detective and if she enjoyed working with their daughter, and y/n was more than happy to answer those questions. Casey spent the whole dinner trying to hide her blush as she tried to stop their parents from talking more about her, but also enjoying so much the way y/n was just happy and laughing at everything they had to say, even if they were embarrassing stories, she was just happy that after all the nerves, her girlfriend was happy and relaxed. Tom had dragged Casey to the living room to show her something that he had recently purchased while y/n had offered to help Angie with the dishes and to clean the kitchen.

“You really didn’t have to help with the dishes, y/n. You’re a guest here.” Angie said as she looked at y/n.

“It’s the least I can do. Dinner was delicious and I wanted to say thank you.” Y/n smiled as she finished the last dish, and dried her hands before she looked back at Angie.

“Then use your words, honey.” Angie chuckled. “But I appreciate it. You’re very kind, y/n.” She smiled softly. “And I can definitely see why my daughter loves you so much.”

Y/n blushed slightly, trying not to look away. “I love her just as much, if not more.” She smiled.

“I’m excited for you to meet the whole family tomorrow! Let me tell you that the house will be crowded, my favorite.” She chuckled.

“I’m excited to meet them.” Y/n smiled.

“I was telling Tom that it would be nice to meet your parents soon, we could set up a dinner and we could go the 6 of us.”

Y/n cleared her throat as she looked down at her hands. “I uh…I’m sure my dad would be more than happy.” She looked back at Angie as she offered a small smile. “My…mom. She passed away a little while ago.”

“Oh, honey. I am so sorry, I didn’t know.” Angie placed her hand on y/n’s shoulder. “I’m sure she was a lovely woman.”

“The best.” Y/n smiled softly. “She loved Casey, she got to meet her.”

Angie smiled. “I’d have loved to meet her.”

“Angie, let these ladies go up to their room so they get some rest, we have a big day tomorrow and the need their beauty sleep. Even if they’re already beautiful.” Tom chuckled softly.

Y/n looked back at Casey and smiled softly, but Casey knew there was something going on. They said their goodnights and headed upstairs. Casey opened the door to what used to be her room and smiled as she noticed that they had barely changed it, most of her things were still there, medals and trophies, some diplomas, and pictures, all untouched. Y/n smiled as she looked around, fascinated to see more of Casey’s childhood.

“You’re living for this, aren’t you?” Casey playfully said as she closed the door behind her.

Y/n turned to look at y/n and smiled. “Can’t say I’m not.” She chuckled softly. “Your parents are so nice, and your house is beautiful. Your room…definitely fits you, even now.” She teased as she walked to Casey.

Casey chuckled softly, wrapping her arms around her waist, and kissing her lips softly. “You’re cute.”

“Of course I am.” Y/n chuckled as she wrapped her arms around Casey’s neck. “Thank you for bringing me with you.”

“How could I not? At least I won’t suffer on my own tomorrow.” Casey grinned.

Y/n rolled her eyes softly. “Right.”

Casey tilted her head softly. “Are you okay? I saw you a bit off with mom.”

Y/n smiled. “Your mom said she wanted to meet my parents.” She shrugged. “Had to break the news that my mom is gone.”

“Shit. Baby, I’m so sorry. I forgot to tell her and to not mention it.”

“Hey.” Y/n placed her hand on Casey’s cheek and stroked it softly. “It’s okay. I promise.” She smiled softly. “C’mon, we should go to sleep, we need to prepare for tomorrow’s big party.” She chuckled.

Casey nodded as she smiled. “You’re starting to sound like my parents.” She laughed as she pulled y/n to the bed.

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After breakfast, both women went back to their room to get ready for the party and not even an hour later, the whole house was crowded with both friends and family members. Casey and y/n took a moment for themselves and then went downstairs, ready to be bombarded with questions and hugs. Just like Angie had said, the whole house was crowded, they were all over Casey since they hadn’t seen her in so long, and Casey never let go of y/n’s hand unless she was saying hi to someone or someone hugged her -the also hugged y/n-. The party was going great, they had all gone to the back of the house into the beautiful patio, there was music, snacks, they were preparing a barbeque, things seemed to go perfectly fine. Casey made sure to always have y/n by her side, knowing that her girlfriend had anxiety and sometimes she got a bit overwhelmed by big crowds. Just as they thought they were finally free to get away from the family, another family member appeared right in front of them.

“Casey, it’s been so long.” She smiled.

Casey nodded. “Aunt Claire, nice to see you. “She offered a small smile. “This is my girlfriend, y/n.”

Y/n smiled and extended her hand. “Nice to meet you.”

Claire furrowed her brows and tilted her head. “You…look familiar. Have we met before?”

Y/n furrowed her brows as she smiled. “Um…I don’t think so.”

“Do you work with Casey?”

Casey looked at her with a serious look on her face. “Yes, she does work with me.”

“Ah, another attorney, huh? She follows in your steps too, Casey? Not wanting to do anything for your uncle?”

“Claire, are you seriously going to do this today? On my birthday?” Angie raised her brow as she walked to them, crossing her arms.

“Oh, c’mon, Ang. I asked your daughter a favor and she couldn’t help me. She doesn’t help her so called family.”

“Claire, please stop.” Angie snapped as she looked at her. “Please, let’s not do this here. And no, y/n is a detective, she works with Casey. Do not scare her away with your things, Claire. You’re my sister and I love you, but please-“

“Wait.” Claire looked back at y/n. “I know where I’ve seen you. You’re not an attorney, but your sister was.” She laughed darkly. “Your whole family. One of your uncles. You’re a Cabot.”

Y/n’s heart stopped as she looked at Casey, a little confused as to what was happening. “I…yes. But-“

“Casey?” Angie asked as she looked between Casey and y/n. “She’s a Cabot?”

Casey sighed as she nodded. “She is.”

Y/n looked at Casey furrowing her brows. “What does that have to do with me? Is there a problem that I’m a Cabot?”

“Your uncle…that stupid attorney. He put my husband in jail, and he had no mercy on him, now he’s locked up for good and he won’t ever get out! He made sure of that.” Claire snapped and then look at Casey. “And you. You should be ashamed. Not only for dating a girl, but for letting a Cabot come to this house. How dare you, Casey? You didn’t want to help your uncle, and now you bring her here?!”

“Stop! It wasn’t her who did it. And if he’s in jail, is for a good reason.” Casey snapped back as she looked at Claire, her hand grabbing y/n’s tightly.

“Casey Grace Novak! You do not speak to your aunt like that!” Angie looked at Casey and stood between Claire and Casey. “You know damn well that we support your aunt, and we always said the Cabot’s were not good people.”

“Mom.” Casey whispered softly.

Angie looked behind Casey with a serious look. “I’m sorry, y/n. But you’re not welcomed here.”

“Mom!” Casey shook her head. “I cannot believe you’re saying that.”

“You knew that we do not like the Cabot’s. You knew she was a Cabot and still chose to bring her here. You should know better, Casey. You should’ve never fallen in love with this girl.”

“That’s enough! I will not let you speak to my girlfriend like that. You know damn well why he’s in jail and you still protect him. And you know what? Yes, she’s a Cabot, and I love her, and I’m not gonna let any of you speak like that in front of her. I made a mistake in coming back.” Casey looked back at y/n and whispered in her ear. “Let’s go, baby.”

Casey pulled her inside the house and took her upstairs to grab their things. Y/n only stood there frozen as Casey put everything in their bags without saying a word, once she checked that she had everything, she grabbed both bags and told y/n to follow her. Casey could still hear Claire yelling horrible things about y/n and her family, she didn’t even care about closing the door as they rushed to Casey’s car. 15 minutes into the road, Casey finally snapped out of her trance and looked at y/n, noticing that she was just as quiet as she was, but she could see some tears in her eyes. Casey sighed softly and decided to stop the car in a gas station, killing the engine and turning to look at y/n.

“Baby?” Casey whispered softly.

“Why didn’t you tell me about that?” Y/n whispered softly.

Casey sighed. “I didn’t think it was important. Claire, she- she hadn’t been to any family event in so long, I didn’t know my mom still talked to her. I really thought they had left that behind and-“

“But you knew…that your family didn’t approve of mine.” Y/n looked at Casey, tears rolling down her cheeks. “You never told them I was a Cabot.”

Casey looked down at her hands and shook her head. “No.”

Y/n nodded as she looked away. “Can we just go? I wanna go home.” Her voice broke as she said the last word, turning from Casey and crossing her arms. Casey stared at her for a moment but nodded softly.

The ride back they were in complete silence. Casey knew what she had done was wrong, but she had never agreed with her family, she had denied to help because she knew what her ‘uncle’ had done and she had decided to back away from it, and yes, she knew how her family had blamed the Cabot’s, but she never thought she’d be involved with them. Not only had she taken Alex’s job, but now she was dating a Cabot. She was sure that if they knew that she had helped Alex, they would have lost it. As for y/n, the interaction they had had the night before was still stuck in her mind which broke her heart entirely as she figured that it all had been a lie because they didn’t really know who she was, and now that they knew, they didn’t like her, Casey’s mother has clearly said that she was not welcomed. And once again, she hated the fact that she was a Cabot. She loved her family, she loved her parents, but she hated that things like this still happened till this day.

Once they were back in their apartment, y/n helped Casey with their bags and rapidly went into their apartment and into their room, both women still in complete silence. Y/n changed into comfortable clothes and then laid in their bed, crying as she felt overwhelmed by what had happened. She heard Casey walking into the room and figured she too wanted to change, so she didn’t say anything, it was their room after all. Y/n didn’t know when she had fallen asleep, but as she opened her eyes, she figured the sun had hidden and night had taken over, making her look at her clock in the nightstand and saw it was pass seven. She sighed softly and stretched before she got up and walked out of the room. She headed to the kitchen and to her surprise, Casey was sitting at the kitchen island with some files in front of her and writing something in her notepad. She looked up as y/n stood in the entrance of the kitchen, both women look into each other’s eyes. Casey put her pen down and cleared her throat, ready to talk but y/n interrupted her.

“I’m sorry.” Y/n said rapidly, nibbling on her lip. “I…I shouldn’t…we should’ve talked, and I…I completely just…shut you down.”

Casey shook her head. “Y/n…I should’ve told you. I should’ve known. I just thought if they met you…they’d change their mind, and they wouldn’t say anything.” She sighed. “You’re everything to me. I do not regret meeting you, I do not regret falling in love with you, I do not regret being with you.”

Y/n looked at Casey as tears rolled down her cheeks. “You mean that?”

Casey tilted her head as her heart sank. “My love…come here.” She moved and extended her arms, y/n walked to her and wrapped her arms around her neck, Casey wrapping her arms tightly around her waist. “I love you. And I don’t care what they think or say. I want you, and no one is ever going to change that, you hear me?”

Y/n nodded softly as she buried her face in Casey’s neck. “I love you too. I don’t wanna lose you, Case.”

“I don’t wanna lose you either.” Casey kissed the side of her head and sighed softly. “Please, just…let’s not make this separate us.”

Y/n pulled away and placed her hands on Casey’s cheeks. “Nothing could ever make me stop loving you, Casey.”

Casey smiled softly as she leaned in and kissed y/n’s lips softly.

********************

“No, mom. I need you to please stop calling me.” Casey groaned as she ran her fingers through her hair, clearly stressed. “If you’re going to keep talking about y/n like that, yes. I will literally block you, I do not care!” Casey slammed the phone and sighed heavily.

“Bad moment?” Elliot asked as he looked at Casey.

Casey looked up and shook her head. “No, sorry. I’m- done. What do you need?” Casey sat back down in her chair and looked at Elliot.

Elliot nodded. “Wanna talk about it?”

Casey raised her brow as she huffed a chuckle. “You’re gonna play shrink?”

Elliot huffed a laugh and shrugged. “Can’t say I’m the best at it, but I know I have run to some after a bad day or moment.” He said as he walked to Casey, sitting down on a chair.

Casey sighed and shook her head. “Just family stuff.”

“Something wrong with y/n? I heard you mention her.”

“Let’s just say my family has history with the Cabot’s, and…when they found out she was a Cabot…they almost killed me.” Casey nibbled on her lower lip as she looked down at her hands.

Elliot nodded. “I get it.” He cleared his throat and shrugged. “And? What are you gonna do?”

“Put a restraining order on my family.” Casey scoffed. “They keep calling me, and I have no doubt my mom will make an appearance sooner or later.”

“You love y/n. That’s all that matters. Family? It’s not always the ones you share blood with.”

Casey nodded. “I know. I just…thought that maybe we could finally reconnect, and I was sure they’d love y/n. But…” she shrugged. “Didn’t happen.”

“You know you have us. And you have y/n, who wouldn’t leave your side. Whatever your family thinks, screw them. Even if y/n is a Cabot, which doesn’t define her.”

Casey smiled softly as she looked at Elliot. “You’re spending too much time with Huang.”

Elliot laughed. “Did it help?”

“A bit.” Casey smiled. “Thanks.”

Elliot nodded. “Good.” He stood up. “We need you down at the precinct.”

“You could’ve called.” Casey furrowed her brows.

Elliot shrugged. “You were on my way. I decided to stop by.”

Casey grinned as she shook her head, taking a deep breath and standing up. “Let’s go then.”

********************

Y/n paced around the waiting room, tears rolling down her cheeks as she tried to breath. She kept hearing Olivia telling her to sit down but she knew if she sat down, she was going to break down and she couldn’t do that. Not when her girlfriend was literally in surgery. Y/n had decided to go home to take a break from the case, and Olivia had offered to stay in the office to work with Casey and go over the case, what she had not expected was for Casey to get attacked, and now here they were, in the hospital. Y/n overthought every possible scenario that could’ve prevented this, but even if she did, there was nothing else she could do. Things had been pretty tense since that day back with Casey’s family, and this was the last straw they needed. Y/n felt a pair of hands on her shoulders and was about to tell Olivia that she didn’t need to sit down but as she turned, she found Alex standing right in front of her.

“Lex.” Y/n breathed out as she wrapped her arms around Alex. “You’re here.” She whispered softly as she sobbed.

“I’m here.” Alex whispered softly as she kissed her forehead.

“I should’ve stayed with Casey.” Y/n cried out, closing her eyes as more tears rolled down her cheeks.

“There was nothing you could do, y/n. Don’t torment yourself.” Alex pulled away enough to look down at y/n. “Elliot is taking care of it, okay?”

Y/n nodded softly, wrapping her arms around Alex. “I’m so glad you’re here.”

“You needed me.” Alex whispered softly as she kissed her forehead again.

Alex had finally made y/n sit down beside her, her arm wrapped around her as y/n leaned into her, tears still rolling down her cheeks but at least she was a little more calm than earlier. They sat there in silence for a moment, just waiting to hear back from Casey. Y/n’s mind was filled with the ‘what ifs’, she hated that she hadn’t been there to help Casey, to avoid this from happening. Olivia had found her unconscious, and she hadn’t woken up at all, so what were the odds of her actually waking up now? Alex kept trying to get her to talk about something, anything at all, but y/n just answered shortly, not feeling like talking, but knowing perfectly what Alex was doing.

“Casey’s family hates me.” Y/n whispered softly.

“You meet parents for the first time, and this is how it goes?” Alex asks playfully.

“I think Uncle John convicted Casey’s uncle. They hate the Cabot’s.”

Alex sighed as she looked down at y/n. “Casey never told you?”

Y/n shook her head. “She never supported her family with this, so stayed away from it, so the effect didn’t get to her. And that’s why she didn’t mind dating me.”

“And I’m sure she doesn’t regret it.” Alex smiled softly.

Y/n looked up at Alex and smiled softly. “She doesn’t.”

“Then I don’t think Casey really cares what her family has to say. You’re an amazing person, y/n. And if Casey loves you, then that’s all that matters.” Alex smiled as she ran her hand through y/n’s hair. “Us Cabot’s…well…there won’t be a time where we are not recognized for something. And you’re now leaving your mark too.” She kissed her forehead softly. “I’m sorry you’re a Cabot.” She chuckled.

Y/n sighed softly as she rested her head against Alex’s shoulder again. “I’m not. I just…wish we were more than a Cabot.”

“We are. You are.” Alex smiled softly. “So…I take it that when you and Casey get married, you’ll take Casey’s last name?” She grinned.

Y/n rolled her eyes playfully as she looked back at Alex. “You’re getting ahead of yourself.”

“Oh, c’mon. You’re telling me you haven’t thought about it?” Alex raised her brow.

“I mean…” y/n shrugged as she blushed slightly. “I guess.”

“Y/n Novak…sounds good to me. I’m sure Casey also loves the idea.” Alex smiled.

“You’re a pain in the ass.” Y/n chuckled.

“You missed me.” Alex chuckled as she pulled her back into her arms.

After an hour or so, Alex had convinced y/n to have some lunch with her at least in the cafeteria of the hospital, and Olivia promised she wouldn’t move at all until they were back. And a bit after, Olivia had been notified that Casey was out of surgery and in her room, Olivia had called Alex to let her know and she stayed with Casey until y/n came back. Y/n mentally prepared herself before she walked into the room, afraid of what she could see. Olivia had been the only one to see the state of Casey before she went into surgery, and just the thought of seeing Casey hurt, broke y/n’s heart. Some tears left y/n’s eyes as she walked into the room, a soft small smile on Casey’s face as she saw her girlfriend, extending her hand for her to get closer. After making sure that everything was okay, Olivia left with Alex to meet Elliot, and y/n stayed with Casey.

Y/n put the tray of food away and went back to sit with Casey on the bed, holding her hand and kissing it softly. “Do you want to get some more sleep?”

Casey shook her head. “No. I just…I mean maybe I should.” She sighed.

Y/n tilted her head. “Your memory will come back, Case. You need to stop pushing yourself.”

“I know but…I couldn’t even defend myself.” Casey’s voice broke as she looked at y/n.

“Baby…you did what you had to do. You’re here. That’s all that matters. They’ll get whoever did this.”

Casey nodded softly. “Are they gonna let you stay?”

“Even if they didn’t, I’m staying.” Y/n chuckled softly. “Hey uh…I left a text to your mom.” She looked down at their hands.

“What?” Casey furrowed her brows. “Y/n-“

“They’re your family, Case. Even if they don’t accept me, they should know about their daughter.” Y/n looked back at Casey, offering a small smile. “I’m not going anywhere, no matter what.”

Casey nodded softly. “Thank you.” She smiled softly.

Y/n smiled as she leaned in and kissed Casey’s head softly. “I love you, and you’re stuck with me, forever.” She chuckled.

“Forever sounds good.” Casey grinned.

********************

“Y/n, c’mon. I can walk, I literally went to the office yesterday and to court.” Casey groaned as y/n helped her sit down on the couch.

“Which you shouldn’t have. You know the heart attack you gave me when Elliot told me he saw you in court?” Y/n shook her head. “You should’ve called me, Case.”

“I knew you’d bring me back.” Casey looked at y/n with puppy eyes.

Y/n rolled her eyes as she sat beside Casey. “You’re impossible.” She leaned in and kissed her lips. “At least now I have 5 days free to be a pain in your ass and take care of you.” She grinned. “And you’re not escaping from this.”

“At least it’s us for 5 days.” Casey grinned. “I’m sorry.”

“No worries, just don’t be stubborn.” Y/n smiled as she pecked her lips. Just in time, there was a knock on their door. “That’s probably Alex. She said she’d come before she had to leave.” Y/n stood up and walked out of the living room. As she opened the door, her heart stopped for a moment, staring at the person in front of her.

“It’s not Alex?” Casey yelled from the living room.

“No.” Y/n cleared her throat. “Mrs. Novak.”

“Y/n.” Angie sighed. “I’m sorry I came like this, I…I was hoping I could see my daughter.”

Y/n nodded softly as she stepped aside. She closed the door behind her and started walking to the living room followed by Angie. “It’s your mom, Case.” She whispered softly as she looked at Casey.

“Mom?” Casey furrowed her brows. “What- why are you here?”

Angie sighed as she looked at Casey. “Oh, honey. I wanted to make sure you were okay.” She went to sit down beside Casey.

“I’m alright.” Casey nodded. “Y/n has been taking care of me.”

Y/n sighed softly. “I should leave you two to talk. I’ll be in the room if you need something.” She smiled softly. But before she could leave, Angie stood up and grabbed her hand and stopped her.

“Wait, y/n. I- I also wanted to talk to you. To both of you.” Angie looked back at Casey and then at y/n. “I’m not only here to see  Casey. I’m here to apologize.” Y/n furrowed her brows as she looked at Casey and then back at Angie. “I know…that you should not forgive me, what I said was wrong. But…your father and I talked, we’ve never seen you so happy, Casey.” Angie looked back at Casey and smiled. “The way you spoke about y/n, the way you protected her. The looks you give each other. I shouldn’t have said anything. Claire was so wrong to do that, and we shouldn't have believed her.”

Casey smiled softly. “You mean it?”

Angie smiled as she looked at Casey and nodded. “Yes.” She looked back at y/n and smiled, holding her other hand. “I am so sorry, y/n. It wasn’t your fault what happened in the past, and I know that you love my daughter, and my daughter loves you. I am willing to get to know you better.” She took a deep breath. “To accept you as my daughter too.”

Y/n’s face softened at her words, some tears forming in her eyes. “I’d like that.” She smiled.

“Even if we treated you badly…you were still willing to update me on Casey. And you let me come in here to see her.”

Casey furrowed her brows. “You…gave her our address?”

Y/n looked back at Casey as she shrugged. “I told you, you’re still their daughter. I just didn’t expect her to come.” She chuckled softly.

Angie chuckled. “I’m sorry I didn’t say anything.”

“You’re always welcome here. Mr. Novak too. Right, Case?” Y/n smiled.

Casey looked at them and nodded softly, smiling. “Of course.”

Angie smiled as she wrapped her arms around y/n. “Thank you for giving me another chance.”

“Of course.” Y/n smiled as they pulled away.

“Well, I don’t wanna make a doctor visit, so I thought I could make some lunch for you, if you let me.” Angie looked at Casey, walking to her and kissing her forehead.

Casey nodded. “I’m okay if y/n is okay with it.” She smiled.

“More than okay.” Y/n smiled softly.

Y/n showed Angie the kitchen and where everything was, offering her help but Angie told her to go back with Casey and she’d let them know when everything was done, looking into the fridge to see what she could do with the stuff inside. Y/n went back to the living room and smiled softly as she sat with Casey, wrapping her arm around her carefully and kissing the side of her head.

“I gotta admit that I thought she would come to kill me after I sent the address.” Y/n chuckled softly.

Casey smiled. “Thank you. You didn’t have to do this.”

Y/n grinned. “I had to give it another try. I thought that if it worked this time, then I had a better chance in a future.”

“What for?” Casey furrowed her brows as she grinned.

“To marry you.” Y/n smiled.

Casey’s face softened as she smiled, leaning in to kiss her lips. “I like the sound of that, a lot.” She said against her lips, chuckling softly as she kissed her again. “Y/n Novak…maybe?” She grinned. “Sounds perfect.”

Y/n rolled her eyes playfully. “Alex said you’d love the sound of that.”

Casey smiled. “Of course I do. But most importantly, the thought of you being my wife.” She pecked her lips softly.

“I love it.” Y/n chuckled softly as she pulled Casey for another kiss.

[isuckatwritingsobenice]

YBF Peter x reader who successfully escapes? preferably by train for more suspense. like peter is just watch reader get in the train right as it takes off, and he’s so mad but like he looks heartbroken and reader is just happy to be away, but even WORSE, reader runs away with another lover? and maybe that lover is on the train too?

( going back to your touch of glass fanfic, maybe that character is Alastor :0 )

i love you so much for this, MWUAH. But seriously Peter would be LIVID.

Warnings: Obsessive Behavior! Yandere! Mentions of harm! Implications of sexual themes! Mentions of money struggles! Abuse!

ੈ✩‧₊˚𝙉𝘼𝙑𝙄𝙂𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉 *ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝙈𝘼𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏 HH & YBFੈ✩‧₊˚ * Part two is here!

songs you can play while listening: Kill Bill Remix with SZA & Doja Cat. At my Weakest by James Arthur. Vampire by Olivia Rodrigo. Nobody by Mitski. Cold Shoulder by Adele. Mind by MillSoundBeatz. Creep by Radiohead. Me and your mama by Childish Gambino.

𝑺𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔

It had started off simple enough. Peter was always having problems with his central air in his apartment. So, the súper of his complex would come to fix it. That’s where Husk came in.

Peter, at first, would wait around watching you while Husk did what he needed to do. Going over prices with Peter, checking the vents in each room, doing his usual checkup on the apartment. Husk didn’t speak much, hardly ever. He didn’t even bat an eye to Y/n. Or so she thought. Because of this, Peter didn’t see Husk as a threat, mainly because he wasn’t. But his employer was.

Alastor was the owner of the complex, running things after his mother had signed all the rights of the property over to him. With his growing fame he was able to keep it nice. Every once in a while he liked taking a walk around the property. This is how he meets you. Husk informs Alastor he needs to fix Peters central air again, and Alastor insists on going. With a few phone calls, Peter tells Husk you’ll be at the apartment to let him in, Peters out for the day.

Alastor walks into the apartment and immediately he finds you, sitting quietly while showing Husk the problem. But he can feel it, somethings off, somethings wrong here. So he goes snooping, and what does he find?

Dirtied clothes, blood on the bedsheets, he can see bruises from where your clothes don’t cover, and he puts the pieces together. You’re being abused, simple as that. Now, Alastor can’t really evict Peter, he pays his rent on time, and aside from the central air unit going down more than he’d like, it’s not uncommon. So, he decides to try speaking with you.

Then you break, you begin sobbing the moment Alastor asks if you’re okay. Husk moves to lock the front door of the apartment while you whisper to Alastor everything goin on, all in a frenzy. Your panicking, scared. Alastor feels bad, or as bad as he can feel for you.

So he comes up with a plan. He sits with you, and he has Husk break other things around the apartment, not too urgent but enough to catch attention of the damage, this way Husk and Alastor have a reason to keep coming back.

“Here’s what we’re going to do” Alastor says, sitting you down. You nod listening intently. “Why don’t I get you a train ticket, wherever you want. You’ll need to take multiple trains though, this way he doesn’t find you.” Alastor says, looking around the apartment a second. “ I’ll go with you, and we can get you settled somewhere else. New name, new life. How does that work for you?” He asks, and you nod your head.

“Anything is better than here. Please just get me out.” You beg, and Alastor nods.

“Play nice for a month. I’ll work out the details, and I’ll come back with Husk for repairs.” Alastor says as he nods to Husk, who nods back. “In the meantime, try gaining his trust. We’ll schedule a day where we need to repair, one where Peter isn’t here. You’ll gather your things, or whatever you can take, and we’ll leave.” Alastor says and you nod, desperate. Finally, finally someone helps.

The month feels long. Having to cuddle with Peter, having to reassure him you love him. That you would never leave him, that he’s your world. It made you want to throw up inside, but at least his trust was growing.

Sometimes you’d cry to him to sell the act, telling him you just wanted to be happy together, that you wanted a family with him. That you loved him more than anything. Then, the day finally came.

“The super is coming to fix the loose pipe under the sink, I have to go out and run a few errands, so I need you to make food for when I get back.” He says, giving you a kiss goodbye before leaving. You wait a while, maybe thirty minutes before Husk and Alastor show up. Husk gets to work on the pipe while Alastor helps take your things to his car. Alastor had used Peters laptop to make sure the train was leaving on time, before the two of you got in his car leaving.

Husk had waited outside the apartment, watching Peter walk in from his hiding spot. From outside, things could be heard thrown around.

“Y/n? What happened to the food?” Peter asks, walking around the apartment. He checks the bathroom, you aren’t there. Bedroom, you aren’t there. He’s starting to panic. Did he get too careless? Maybe you just stepped out, you’ll be back right?

Until he hears a beep from his laptop. It’s dying. He checks the screen, seeing several tabs open. The train time is up on the screen, and he’s silent for a minute. All he can think is how dare you, how could you do this to him? Maybe your testing him, testing his love. Testing to see how far he’d go for you. He grabs his keys off the counter and dashes out the door. He’s going to get you. He has thirty minutes left. It’s three fifty nine, meaning the train should leave around four thirty. Its a fifteen minute drive from his apartment to the train station, if he speeds up it can get to ten.

Husk calls Alastor in a panic, the two of you just passing through metal detectors.

“Hello?” Alastor asks as he begins to fix his watch back onto his wrist.

“He just left the apartment. He’s pissed.” Husk said, slight worry in his voice. Alastor looks over you while you fix your shoes, not noticing a thing.

“We’ll be fine. The train leaves soon and it’s a line before we get on. He can’t get us there.” Alastor says calmly, not wanting to scare you.

The two of you go through security fine and are at the end of the line. Gates begin to close, and it’s only when you hear shouting that you get nervous. Alastor is allowed on the train before you, considering you had more things. But, in the distance, you hear frantic shouting and things crashing. You turn around and there’s Peter, running like a mad man through security, calling your name.

“Miss do you know him?” The worker asks you and you shake your head. Quickly, the train begins to move, and you panick as your things are finally locked on. You had taken too long to get on. Now running down the station you get close enough to the stairs to jump, ticket still in hand. The cart rattles a bit and the door opens. Alastor looks confused, but embraces you nonetheless.

“He found me.” You said, turning around. Peter stands at the station as you get further from him. He looks defeated, hopeless. Angry, hurt. He stares at you mouth agape, unsure what to do. His eyes aren’t on you only though, no, he’s glaring at Alastor. His arm around your waist, and the way he ushers you into the cart with a tender kiss on your cheek. He’s livid.

This isn’t the end, Peter thinks. Not for a long shot.

[sunsuns-babie]

If I Get My Way {K.SUNOO x F!READER}

IN WHICH: Kim Seonwoo aka Sunoo is a Sophomore at Decelis University and has a crush on the pretty Music Education Major Y/n Marsh. Seems like a match made in heaven since he’s also a Music Education Major and has had a crush on her since Freshman year when he met her at orientation… well sort of. He’s a little delusional about her but that’s okay, right? When finally given the opportunity to get to know her and potentially date her some weird things start happening that Sunoo doesn’t quite understand… which leads to the postponement of his grand plan to confess his feelings for Y/n. At the end of the day does he get the girl or does he miss out and think of what could’ve been?

ALSO IN WHICH: Sunoo and Y/n’s friends also have their own storylines and side quest relationships happening simultaneously with theirs.

PAIRING: Kim Sunoo x !Female Reader (ft. Mystery Character 1 & Mystery Character 2)

GENRE: Non-Idol AU, College/University AU, SMAU

WARNING: Swearing, sexual jokes/comments, allusion to sexual activity, attempts at humor (I don’t think I’m funny but I’m trying), jokes about murder/killing oneself, and Danielle from NewJeans as the face claim.

FEATURING: Lee Heeseung (EN—), Jay Park (EN—), Jake Sim (EN—), Park Sunghoon (EN—), Yang Jungwon (EN—), NI-KI (EN—), Jang Wonyoung (IVE), Shin Ryujin (ITZY), Choi Yeonjun (TXT), Choi Soobin (TXT), Choi Beomgyu (TXT), Karina (aespa), NingNing (aespa), Huh Yunjin (LE SSERAFIM), Yoon Keeho (P1HARMONY), Anton Lee (riize), Hwang Yeji (ITZY), and mentions of various other idols.

status: temporarily put on hiatus

start: Feb. 12, 2024

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DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction and is in no way a real depiction of the idols portrayed in it and has no actual connection to their real world selves. I don’t know them I’m just using their image for characters in a fictional story.

A/N: This is my first SMAU ever I’ve written stories on other platforms in the past and kind of stopped to be a reader for awhile but I recently got an idea for a story and wanted to try and make it a reality. So please forgive me if it’s bad I’ll try my best to make it enjoyable for you. But I barely know how to work Tumblr as a creator or writer so forgive me if this is all over the place 😭😭😭.

A/N 2: If you want to be added to the taglist for this SMAU you can comment on this post or which ever chapter you see first!

INCOMING MESSAGES…

PROFILES: 2 HOT 4 U LONER BOYS CLUB (ft. 2 Baddies)

01: bitch boy

02: you’re not my mom

03: DDEONU GOOD!!!

03.5: bonus chapter 1

04: we going on a date 🤪

04.5: bonus chapter 2

05: free food + written part (755 wrds)

06: blasting Olivia Rodrigo traitor

07: Love changes a man ❤️❤️

07.5: bonus chapter 3

08: keeho is a furry confirmed ✅

08.5: bonus chapter 4 [written part] (1,304 wrds)

09: KILLING MYSELF [POSTPONED]

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[ryancombs]

please let me be yours

warnings: swearing

surprise! i’m back on my imagines! enjoy this one for it has been in the drafts for a while and i just now finished it hehe.

being joe’s best friend was one of the best things you’ve ever gotten to experience. it’s always been the two of you since high school. when he was going through his break up with olivia, you were there for him every step of the way. when he was going through the loss of the super bowl, you were there for him. no matter what, you were always by your side. and vice versa.

there had been rumors that the two of you were secretly dating or hooking up, but you two laughed it off. joe had never thought of you like that, until now.

you walked into his apartment since it was your annual movie night with joe. he was sitting on the couch with candy and drinks sitting on the table in front of him. taking a seat beside him, you grabbed a water from the table and took a sip of it.

“so, what are we watching?” you asked, sitting the water back on the table.

joe looked at you and smirked. you knew that meant something bad. “we’re watching the best football movie of all time: remember the titans.”

you laughed. “i thought you were about to say some dumb ass movie like the grinch.”

“why would i say the grinch?”

“because it’s christmas time!”

joe rolled his eyes and pressed play on the movie. you cuddled up in your blanket, laying your head on the arm rest of the couch. joe grabbed a candy box off of the table. you looked over and noticed what he was eating. “only you would choose dots.”

“don’t you dare hate on dots. they’re delicious.” he said, popping one into his mouth.

halfway through the movie, you noticed joe was looking at you more than he ever did. you looked over, raising your eyebrows.

“what? do i have something on my face or in my hair?” you sat up, running your hands through your hair.

“you’re beautiful, you know that?” he whispered.

slightly blushing, you gave him a smile. “what’s gotten into you?”

“nothing. i do need to talk to you about something. it’s somewhat serious.”

you paused the movie and turned your body to face him. “what’s going on?”

he took a deep breath before speaking. “i’m not sure but i do know that i have feelings for someone.” he looked over at you.

“okay, who is it? is it someone i don’t like?” you questioned.

“no, you’re very close to her.”

you thought for a moment before speaking. “it’s not my sister, is it? because if it is, i’m going to kill you.”

joe put a hand over his heart before laughing. “no, it’s not your sister. it’s you.”

you were taken back by his words. yes, you had the same feelings but you didn’t know if you should pursue it.

“joe..”

“i know. you don’t have to say anything, i just needed to tell you before i lost my mind.” he sighed, turning his eyes back on the television.

“it’s not that i don’t feel the same way, joe.” you grabbed his face, making him look at you. “what if we break up? what if we have this terrible fight and never speak to each other again.”

“it won’t ruin anything, y/n/n. what if we try?” he looked into your eyes.

“but don’t you need to focus on your career? what if-“ you were cut off by lips on your own.

after a few seconds, he pulled away. he grabbed your chin to make you look at him. “please, let me be yours. let me show you that i can be amazing for you. please y/n, don’t overthink it. just say yes.”

you nodded, looking into his blue eyes. “yes joe, i would love for you to be mine.”

he smiled widely and pulled you in for another kiss. that wasn’t how you were planning on your night going but you weren’t complaining. joe burrow was yours and you were his. that was all that mattered in the world now.

[poge-life]

This does contain spoilers for season 3 so please don’t read if you haven’t watched!

Summary; Rafe Cameron was…your everything. You would do anything for him and have done everything for him. But it just wasn’t enough for him. He was your Favorite Crime

Warnings; a whole lotta angst, spoilers for OBX3 so if you haven’t watched it, do not read this.

Knew that I loved you so bad

I let you treat me like that

I was your willing accomplice, honey

When Rafe had shown up at your house in a distressed state and asked you to come with him, you didn’t hesitate. Things had been rocky between both of you since the summer. His drug addiction took up most of his time and whatever was left, was solely focused on his dad and trying to prove he was a better child than Sarah.

You guys spend most of your time fighting; about drugs, his behavior, his horrible spending habits. But you would do anything for him. Even letting him drag you all over the OBX looking for that stupid cross that neither of you had any business looking for. But, all Rafe heard was an opportunity to bring something valuable, and possibly, life changing to his dad.

You were there when Carla Limbrey’s muscle man was shot, you were there when he and Pope got into yet another fight and you were there when he almost shot the Pogues.

You were the perfect accomplice.

And I watched as you fled the scene

Doe-eyed as you buried me

One heart broke, four hands bloody

Rafe didn’t hesitate to leave you behind as tried to find a way to save Ward after his fight with John B and Sarah. Both of you had rushed to his side once you found him, hands immediately going to the open wound on the back of his head. You just sat there, bloody hands in your lap, a wide eyed look on your face, watching as Rafe didn’t glance back at you once to see if you were following him.

Breaking your heart with every step he took.

The things I did

Just so I could call you mine

The things you did

Well, I hope I was your favorite crime

You lost your friends that summer. You got kicked out of UNC; the school board wasn’t comfortable with someone who had no intention cutting off ties with the Cameron family despite everything they had done. Your parents had cut you off when you guys argued about Rafe and everything that was said about him on the Island.

But Rafe didn’t care. All because you were his.

Used me as an Alibi

I crossed my heart as you crossed the line

And I defended you to all my friends

He came to you when they issued a warrant for his arrest for killing Sheriff Peterkin. Saying you needed to tell them he was with you that day. He wanted to use you as an alibi because he knew you would do anything for him.

So you did. You managed to fake security footage from the summer to the date and time of the murder. All because you would do anything for him.

Your friends had tried talking you out of dating him the minute he dropped out of college; you said he was going to take over Ward’s business and that he needed to focus on it because it’s all he’s ever wanted. You told them he wasn’t like what everyone said he was. And he wasn’t. At least end, when it was just you two. He let you see his vulnerable side. He told you how he thought something was wrong with him and that he needed help but that he was scared.

And now every time a siren sounds

I wonder if you’re around

‘Cause you know I’d do it again

You were more used to hearing police sirens than you were your own voice at this point. You couldn’t help but look for Rafe’s truck or bike every time you heard them, as he and his family were the reason as of late for the sirens. But you didn’t regret it. You’d go back and do it all over again. You’d give him an alibi, you’d go with him to look for the cross again. Just so you could finally have a little bit of his attention.

It wasn’t always like this between you two. Rafe hadn’t always been so angry at the world. You two used to be the couple everyone was jealous of. And now? Everyone felt sorry for you; sorry that you couldn’t help but love him despite everything that’s done. Despite the fact you lost everything you ever wanted and everything you had because of him.

It’s bittersweet to think about the damage that we do

Cause I was going down, but I was doing it with you

You didn’t care about anything at this point. All you cared about was Rafe. You didn’t care that your reputation was ruined or that you lost your scholarship. All because you were with him.

Yeah, everything we broke and all the trouble we made

But I say that I hate you with a smile on my face

Fights broke out more frequently between you two; in public and in private. You were slowly starting to give up. Giving up on the fact that Rafe didn’t seem to care any more. That all he cared about was Ward and getting back into his good graces and that stupid cross.

But you always smiled at him at the end. Because he always knew what to say to get you to stay. A smile on your face as you said how you hated him. But you didn’t. You could never hate him.

Oh, look at what we became

If it wasn’t so loud at Tanny Hill, you were sure everyone could hear your heart break. Rafe had decided to not sell the business, even though that was whole point of you two coming back to the OBX, and threw a party to get back into the swing of things. It had been normal between the two of you, almost too normal. He stopped with the drugs, but Barry was still around which you hated, he wasn’t as angry and he had told you how he was working on not letting his anger take over.

But you knew something else was up. He got too comfortable being back and now you knew why.

Sofia.

The bartender from the club. She was here and tucked under Rafe’s arm as he led her into his room, sliding the glass door shut behind them. Tears welled up in your eyes as you thought about everything you did for him; helped him lie about killing Peterkin, stood by as he beat his sisters friends on more than one occasion, you got kicked out of school because of him. Your friends all but hated you and your parents don’t talk to you anymore.

But Rafe didn’t care.

You walked away from the party, pulling out your phone as you dialed a number you hadn’t in a while. Taking a deep breath when she answered, you spoke quietly, “What do you need from me to bring down Rafe?”

Well, I hope I was your favorite crime.

[drghostwrite]

Could you do an Olivia Benson/daughter reader or Olivia Benson/ (romantic) reader?(or Arizona Robbins.)The topic being ED if you're comfortable with it! Maybe Olivia catches on a little late that y/ns been restricting/falling into an eating disorder and confronts/comforts them about it!!

Okay so technically I haven’t written anything exactly in this vein BUT we’re gonna try it and see what you think… also thanks for the idea and ofc it’s with the one and only Olivia Benson.

Pairing: Olivia Benson x Fem!reader (romantic)

Summary: you get the memo from above… though I wrote more as she catches early on BUT the reader has already started to cement in her ways.

******************************************************** 76 hours had gone buy…

76 hours of tears and frustration, tired eyes and strained muscles…

76 hours of phone calls and case files, pictures and reports scattered on the desks before you…

Olivia smiled sympathetically at the sight before her, you were sat at your desk head leaned forward onto your arms that were crossed shielding your face as you slept, case files lay flustered around you…

This case was taking its toll and she could tell, you weren’t sleeping right, waking up at night, tossing and turning in bed, you were determined and that meant that you probably weren’t taking care of yourself either and it killed her to see you like that…

You felt as a hand softly rubbed your back, pulling you back to reality, you sat back slowly rubbing tired eyes.

“Olivia… Hey…” you said, blinking the sleep out of your eyes as you squinted up at her. She looked down at you and smirked slightly seeing the redness in your eyes, she knew you were exhausted.

“Love I think it’s time…”

“for?” You asked.

“for us to go home…”

“I-I can’t I’m so close…”

“Y/N you’re exhausted…”

“I’m fine…”

“No you’re not you’re exhausted…”

“Olivia…”

“Okay, then when’s the last time you showered or even ate…”

“What?”

“Y/N I don’t think I’ve seen you take one bite since the start of this case…”

“and what’s that matter to you?!”

she looked at you pain plaguing her features.

“how long has it been going on?”

“what?”

“how lo mg have you been struggling with eating?”

“I don’t know, why?” You said rubbing your hands angrily over your face.

“It’s not healthy, beating your body up like this is not good for you.”

“and how would you know what’s good for me?” You said pointedly. Immediately she drew back and you realized what you had said.

“Because I love you… even when you treat me like that… I still love you.” She said and turned towards her office.

“wait im sorry… i didn’t mean it… I-I just want to figure this out…”

“I know and that’s what makes you a great agent but you’re no good to anyone if you don’t take care of yourself.”

“I-I ca-can’t…” you said tears starting to run down your face. She came back towards you and pulled you into a hug, you stood sobbing in her arms… all the frustration and anger the fear and worry, it all hit you at once and you just let it out in her arms.

“Y/N I love you no matter what you know that and I will stand by you and help you but I can’t watch you kill yourself over this job… I will fight for you but if this has been going on for awhile then we need to get you help.”

“I don’t need…”

“Y/N please…” you looked up into her eyes as she studied your features and slowly but surely you nodded in agreement.

“okay, but…”

“I’ll walk through this with you… all of it, I love you Y/N.”

“I love you to.” You says and you leaned up to kiss her, to during the night Busch at your house talking to her and explaining everything, she helped to get through it and thankfully stuck by your side through the good and bad days… never once making you question if she would leave.

[a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual]

I got bored again so you get Nimona headcanons

I’m fully convinced that Bal is denser than a neutron star

He’s liked Ambrosius ever since he met him and when he was a teenager he was fully convinced those feelings were unrequited  

All the while Ambrosius was asking him out like every other week and making plans for their damn wedding 

Poor babe had to be kissed on the fucking mouth for him to even consider that Ambrosius liked him back

When he finally caught on he woke up half the institute with his realization because he literally screamed 

He got really excited and asked Ambrosius “So you love me yeah?” 

Ambrosius was out here looking for hidden cameras because no way in Hell can this man be that clueless

He let Bal believe that it was a new development because he didn’t have the heart to tell Bal that he was just slow on the uptake 

He accidentally let it slip to Nimona and she never let him live it down

The boys absolutely made breakup playlists during the movie 

Olivia Rodrigo and Taylor Swift were their best friends during that time

When the dust had settled and they forgave each other and themselves they played the playlists and laughed about how stupid they were (and they both pretended not to notice the tears in their eyes)

I’m fully convinced that the trio has the dumbest sense of humor (which is my sense of humor) 

Bal has a bad habit of taking his arm off and leaving it in the most random places 

Whenever someone asks where his arm is he’ll say “Which one?” Or “I don’t know love where is my arm?”

At first it caught Ambrosius off guard but now he just chuckles and says “Fine be like but don't ask me for help when you can't find it later” 

Bal will normally scoff and tell him he won't (they both pretend the conversation never happened when Bal asks him to help him look for it)

One time they were watching a firework show and Nimona turned to them and said “Remind you of anything?” 

The boys just sat there not knowing if they wanted to laugh or cry so they took turns doing both 

They kept making that joke and Ambrosius threatened to call them firecracker if they kept it up

All they could say was “You act like that isn’t a sick ass nickname” 

Whenever the smallest inconvenience happens Ambrosius always says “I wish the director stabbed me that day” 

Like this man could misplace his keys and look down at the ground and say “Do me a favor come back and kill me for real please”

The first time he said that Bal spit out his coffee and all Ambrosius could say was “You’re not helping this situation hun”

Honestly, I have no clue how old Ambrosius and Bal are but if I had to guess I would say 20-26

And because they’re both really young and Nimona hasn’t matured past 14 I feel like they would have a very complex relationship with her 

They have very paternal instincts when it comes to her but they also act like older brothers 

They’ll threaten to ground her if she sets another piece of bubble gum on fire (which she laughs at) but they also aren't afraid to mess around and roughhouse with her 

Sometimes Nimona and Ambrosius will be messing around and jokingly picking on each other and the next thing Nimona knows he’s being picked up like he weighs nothing and tossed on the couch 

Whenever Nimona annoys the Hell out of Bal while he’s working Bal will just pick him up and place him outside of the lab

And there have been plenty of times when Ambrosius isn't scared to tackle his little ass to the floor 

Oh she’ll make sure they regret it because she could easily snap them both in half like a twig but sometimes it’s just fun to play fight (Ambrosius calls them her zoomies)

They’ll bicker over who actually cleans up around the house and whose turn it is to wash the dishes 

But they’re also able to have these incredibly deep conversations that go late into the night 

They’ll get into very intense fights and then five minutes later Ambrosius will walk into Nimona’s room and leave a tray of cut fruit without saying anything 

Whenever the boys are working from home Nimona will hang out with them

She jokes that she’s “blessing them with her presence” and most of the time they let it slide because she doesn’t really do anything 

She’ll bring snacks drinks games and a phone charger but she doesn’t talk a lot she just hunkers down and waits for them to be done with work

Whenever the boys ask why she does this she’ll shrug her shoulder but the truth is she finds their company incredibly comforting

[grimes-luvr]

promise.

carl grimes x fem!reader

angst && slight fluff at the end <33 !!

|| summary - carl runs to hilltop alone and hops on one of negan’s supply trucks. when he comes back with negan himself, you can’t help but be angry, worried, and concerned for what he did.

warnings - mentions of murder, death, blood, gore, weapons, language, violence, angry carl & reader, yelling, enid doesn’t exist (solely for plot reasons, i’m an enid stan fs), carl & reader are dating

“your kid gunned down two of my men! and you know what i did? i brought him home, safe and sound, and i made him spaghetti.”

negan looked over at where y/n and carl were standing. olivia’s dead body sat at their feet. y/n glared straight into his eyes, quite frankly unafraid of the pathetic man in front of her.

“all while that girl stared me down! the least she could do was say a little thank you. my, my, she is creepy!”

her eyes were cold. carl had been trying to get her to look at him since he got back, but his attempts failed. she always looked in the other direction or continue to glower at negan.

the audacity that the man had to barge into their homes, kill two of their people (although spencer definitely deserved it), and ask for gratitude was insane. y/n wanted to put a bullet through his head.

———————————————————————

it had been almost an hour since negan and his people left, and y/n still wouldn’t speak to carl. he was starting to worry - it was the first time she had ever seen his eye and she was avoiding him.

he couldn’t take it anymore, so when y/n walked into the house, looking for michonne, he confronted her.

“are you avoiding me?” he asked.

“where’s michonne?” she asked monotonously.

“out. don’t avoid the damn question, y/n, are you avoiding me?”

y/n didn’t answer. instead, she headed upstairs to search for michonne in case carl was lying.

“where-“ carl started, but decided it was useless to ask and just started following her. she looked in every room in the house, eventually reaching carl’s and finding nothing. before she could leave, carl stood in front of the door.

“move,” she mumbled, still not looking at him.

“why? why have you been ignoring me all day?” carl asked.

“just fucking move.”

his voice started to break, “is it because of my eye?”

her fists were clenched and her eyes were narrowed at the ground until she heard him sniffle.

“are you crying?”

“stop ignoring all of my questions, y/n. please. just answer it,” his chin quivered as he spoke, making y/n feel absolutely terrible.

“carl, no-“

“so what is it then? i have been waiting hours for you to say anything to me, and you’re angry at me. why? what did i do?”

“you left,” y/n looked down at the ground again.

“what?”

“you left. without telling me, without saying goodbye, without offering to let me go with you. you could’ve died, carl. then i wouldn’t have been able to say goodbye. i was worried about you, and when the saviors pulled up to the gates with you in the truck, and your bandage off, i knew something was wrong. then when negan said what happened, i knew you were just being stupid. you could have gotten yourself killed this morning, and what would that leave me? carl, i know you want him dead, so do i, but i cannot lose you. we’ve lost too much- i’ve lost too much,” she said, starting to cry too. carl just stared blankly at her, taking in everything she just said.

once he processed it all, he felt like puking. he didn’t realize how much it affected the ones he loved, the one he loved. the only aspect of death that he had imagined upon arrival was negan’s body in front of him and the blood on his hands. he had almost forgotten that he wasn’t immortal himself.

and once he gathered his thoughts, they were too much. he broke down, grabbing a hold of y/n and hugging her tightly like if he let go, she’d disappear.

“i’m sorry,” he sobbed into her hair, “i’m so sorry.”

——————————————————————

“hey carl,” y/n whispered, her voice muffled by his chest. he hummed in response, his arms still almost painfully enclosing her.

“why did you think i was mad at you for your eye?”

carl paused for a good minute, “that’s not important.”

“yeah, it is.”

he paused again, this time for a little longer.

“i’m scared.”

“of what?” y/n asked, pulling away from the hug and holding carl’s face in her hands.

“my eye, it’s gross. i felt like once you saw it, you’d realize i was disgusting-looking. i don’t want you to leave me,” he avoided her eyes, slightly ashamed.

“carl, i’d never leave you. i wouldn’t care if you had three eyes. you’re not disgusting, you just look different. and that is perfectly fine, okay? i’d never be enough of a dick to leave you because of something you can’t control. i love you,” she kissed him softly.

“i love you too,” carl said, letting out a shaky breath.

“you needed your bandage changed this morning right?” y/n asked. carl nodded. “well, since olivia . . . can’t help you anymore, do you want me to do it?”

“yeah,” carl said, a little bit of panic in his voice.

“hey, don’t worry, i’ll make it quick. i know the shit stings.”

y/n moved the hair out of carl’s eye. she inspected it, making sure there were no infections or pieces of hair stuck to it. she cautiously picked out stray strands, careful not to hurt carl. she then cleaned it and held the base gauze to his socket while carl wrapped it comfortably.

“it’s good, no infections or other unknown damage. it’s nice you let it air out for a bit, helps with the healing. it looks fine, you’ve been doing good with the regular changes,” she smiled and kissed his forehead.

“thank you,” he said quietly.

“no big deal, carl. just promise me you won’t leave again? at least without saying goodbye.”

“promise.”

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a/n: this shit was all over the place, but yooo my first carl fic !! feel free to send requests, nothing nsfw cus carl’s a minor (and i’m ace) 🫶🏻🫶🏻

[cainnleacghlovers]

Wedding Bells - CP

Pairing: Christian Pulisic x Fem!Reader

Summary: Who would’ve thought these two would’ve been here. Christian and Y/N’s big day, and Christian can’t wait to get his hands of his wife.

Part 2/3

Read part 1 here

After checking yourself in the mirror for the 100th time that day. You were happy with what you seen.

You’d always doubted when people had told you, ‘oh you’ll glow on your wedding day’ or the ‘the marriage glow’ but looking at yourself now? You were absolutely glowing.

You were marrying your best friend. If someone told you, ‘Oh by the way Y/N, the annoying boy you sit beside in history, oh yeah, you marry him’ You would not have believed them. Actually, you would’ve. You’ve been in love with the boy for years, and now, you two were getting married.

From the note he passed you in class, to the day in Germany when he told you he was gonna marry you, to now. All your roads led to him, and it was a road you loved to walk.

The photographer was snapping photos all day, and your mum came in. Her hands going to her face, as tears swelled in her eyes.

“Mum if you start crying, i’ll start crying, and the my makeup will be ruined, and I will literally take a heart attack.” You joked, your mum coming over to you. Her heart warm seeing her little girl all dressed up.

“I knew from the moment he gave me that wave, he was special.” Your mum laughed, as you rolled your eyes.

“You’re only saying that because i’m marrying him.” You countered. As your mum lifted your dress up. Butterflies erupted, as she took of off of the hanger. Still as beautiful as the day you picked it out.

Helping you step into it, your mum buttoned the back, as you watched her in the mirror. Thankful a photographer was capturing this moment. After she was done, she smoothed down the edges, and her hands found their usual spot, across her mouth.

“Oh my dear, you look absolutely gorgeous.” She said, the tears in her eyes being quickly flicked away.

“Do you think he’s gonna like it?” You whispered, as you stared at yourself. In complete disbelief that the girl staring back at you, was in fact, you.

“Oh darling. He’s not going to be able to take his eyes off of you.” She cooed. Wiping a tear of yours away.

A knock of the door took you out of your trance.

“Please tell me you’re ready. The anticipation is killing me.” Your bridesmaid groaned.

She was none other than Olivia. You believed you had multiple soulmates, and Olivia was definitely one of yours. Her beautiful soul was entangled with yours.

“Come in you impatient twat.” Laughing at the nickname, she always found your insults funny, completely different than her American ones.

Her mouth formed an ‘o’ as she stepped in, her hands covering her mouth. You twirled around, waving your hands beside you head.

“You look absolutely stunning.” She said, giving you a hug.

“Watch the lipgloss.” You laughed, returning her hug. Grateful again, a photographer was catching this moment.

“Christian is literally gonna wanna tear that dress off of you.” Your best friend remarked. Earning a gasp from your mum.

“Well at least I know this time. Beats walking in on your daughter with her legs at 10 and 2, with Christian Pulisic in the middle of her.” Your mum joked.

That was 10 years ago, and anytime it was brought up, your cheeks instantly went red. Absolutely mortifying.

Another knock at the door, and you heard more voices.

“Can we come in?” Kelley. Christians mum. She’s became a second mum to you while in the States, and you were grateful to share a moment with her.

“Oh my darling Y/N. You’re breathtaking.” You said, as she fawned over you.

“Christian is so pulling above his league.” His sister laughed, a joke you two had for ages. She became the sister you never had, and you were grateful she was one of your bridesmaids. With a kiss to your cheek, she gave you a smile.

“You look beautiful by the way.”

Smiling, you had a moment wete everything just made sense. The amazing women in the room with you, the amazing man who would be waiting for you down the aisle. Everything was perfect.

—

As you had photos taken, it was time for your dad to see you. You knew this was gonna absolutely wreck you. You adored you mum, and she was everything to you, but at heart, you were a daddy’s girl. Christian would argue that definitely…

As his back was turned, you let him know you were there by coughing lightly. He turned around, and instantly turned back around, as you heard him sob into his hands, making your start to cry.

“I don’t look that bad do I?” You chuckled, as he pulled you in for a hug.

“I just can’t believe me little girls getting married.” He said, wiping the tears off of his cheeks.

—

As your bridesmaids walked up the aisle, you were a nervous wreck. It’s not that you had cold feet, you loved Christian, so damn much, and he loved you. But all of a sudden, you tucked a loose curl behind your ear, and untucked it. A flashback crossing your mind. When your first laid eyes on Christian. Smiling to yourself. Your dad took your hand. Placing a kiss to it.

“Are you ready?” He asked.

“More than ready.”

—

As the door opened, and you made your way down the aisle. Everyone turned to look at you. Smiling brightly, the only person you were looking at was that beautiful man a few feet away. He smiled softly at you, wiping a few tears away from his face. His eyes didn’t leave yours.

“You look beautiful.” He mouthed down the aisle at you.

Smiling you reached the end of the aisle, Christian coming to shake your dads hand.

“You’re a good man Chris. There’s no one else i’d want my daughter marrying.”

“Thank you Y/D/N. She’s safe with me.”

Your dad giving him a firm pat on the back, as Christian took your hand and helped you up the steps. Placing a light kiss to your hand.

“You look so so so beautiful.” He whispered, taking both of your hands, as the ceremony began.

“You look so so so handsome.” You replied. A smile on both of your lips. His brown eyes warm against yours.

—

It was time for vows, and you knew Christian had came up with some smart ass comments.

“I’d start with the cliche, ‘never did I think i’d be standing here’ but as soon as I laid eyes on you. I knew, so…” He laughed to himself, as the whole room laughed warmly too. Taking a deep breath, he continued.

“From the moment our paths crossed, you’ve captivated me. You’ve surprised me. You’ve distracted me.” Everyone laughed, including yourself. You knew they were thinking of the time he missed the goal because he claimed ‘you looked too beautiful.’

“I know you’re all thinking of that. In my defence. Have you seen her?” He winked at you, as he continued.

“You’ve challenged me. But you’ve also loved me in a way no one ever has. I’ve fallen in love with you over and over again. When I watch you curl your hair, and get frustrated that ‘it’s not doing it’s job’, when I watch you cook, but you get distracted by your music. I’ll never stop falling in love with you.”

He wiped a tear from your eye, giving you a soft smile.

“I was writing these, and I didn’t even know where to start to describe you. Beautiful, talented, caring, kind, loving. You’re everything anyone would ever want to be. And now, you get to be that everything to me. You’re brave, and you care about everyone, even when they don’t care about you.”

His words were bringing you to tears. Nothing could describe your love for this man.

“I actually thought, ‘Christian go to Y/N, she’s amazing at writing this sort of thing’ and then I remembered, that kinda defeats the whole purpose.”

You chuckled lightly.

“Every since you sat beside me in that history class, I vowed to be that not that made you smile when you seen the messaged he’d sent you. The boy who made you believe in the romance that you read about. Y/N, we all know you read it. She still does by the way.”

The room laughing lightly as you smacked his arm. That was the Christian you fell in love with.

“I don’t have the artistic way with words that you do, and I can’t captivate people like you can, and i’ve never been sure of anything in my life, but there is one thing i’m sure of. Me and you Y/N, we’re a forever thing, and if I could give you one thing in life, other than endless Taylor Swift tickets.”

You laughed silently again. Your heart absolutely full.

“I’d give you the ability to see yourself how I see you. Then you would realise how truly beautiful you are, and how much you mean to me. Sometimes i look at you, and i wonder how i got so lucky, and some people search for their whole lives to find a Y/N, and i’ve got one, and i’m never ever letting you go.”

Wiping a tear from your eyes, you checked your fingers to see if your mascara has ran. A silenus thanks when it wasn’t. Your eyes snapping back up to Christian.

“I promise to always unclog the shower, even though only one of us has long hair. hint, it’s not me. I promise to learn every single Taylor Swift lyric, theory, and interview. I promise to share my fries, sorry, chips with you. I promise to eat your onions. I promise not to get annoyed when you commentate during a movie, that you’ve seen. I promise to let you win every argument. i’m sure you’d win anyway. I promise to be the best dad to our children, because i’m positive you’ll be the best mom ever, and most importantly, i promise to always keep you happy. In more ways than one. I love you endlessly, forever and always Cally.”

Wiping a tear from your eye, you looked up at the man in front of you. His eyes also watery, as he looked at you with so much love.

“I hope that was okay.” He whispered.

“You were amazing Chris.” You whispered back, winking at you as you were told it was your turn for vows.

Taking a breath, his warm eyes reassuring you, as a smile fell on his lips, you began.

“Christian. You are precisely and perfectly what i’ve waited for, and baby Y/N would be absolutely drooling over who we get to marry.”

He laughed, and your heart fluttered.

“Christian, you walked into my life like you’d always lived there, like my heart was a home that was built just for you. When we met, not when we were forced to sit beside each other in history. Shout out to Mrs Jackson. “

The room laughed, everyone too familiar with how the pair of you met.

“The time I really met you. I was never a girl who had all the boys looking at her, but I was the girl you looked at, and to me, that meant absolutely everything.”

“Christian, you’re everything i was made to believe i was asking too much for, as you so kindly brought up, my romance books.”

Christian laughed, his thumbs rubbing circles on your hand, as his eyes wouldn’t leave yours.

“You’re kind, caring, and you put everyone above yourself. You’re also pretty good looking.”

He laughed to himself, as did everyone else.

“I debated saying that because I can practically see your ego growing.”

You breathed, before you continued.

“I remember that time when we told everyone, we were just friends. and your mum turned to me, not mom, mum.”

He laughed at the continuous competition you two had going over who was right. Mum or mom. Sweets or Candy. Nappy or diaper.

“And your mum said to me, “friends don’t look at each other like that Y/N” I thought that was a lot more touching than what Darragh said, “People who don’t want to tear each others clothes off look at each other like that.”

Everyone laughed as your brother flashed a proud smile, muttering ‘but i was right.’

“And we didn’t lie when we said we were friends, because Christian you really are my best friend. Sorry Olivia.”

She pretended to pout, before blowing a kiss up at you.

“I’ve always been able to say things in a far fancier manner than what they actually are, but it’s so hard for me to put you into words, because i’ve never had so much love for a person before. You’re the only person I want to fall asleep next to, and wake up next to. With no blankets. Because you steal them with your big long legs.”

Christian laughed, with a glint in his eye.

“Because of you, I laugh, I smile, and I dare to do more than I ever have. Thank you for the miracle of you. You always have been, and always will be the love of my life. You’re my person Christian.”

He wiped a tear from your eye, as he mouthed ‘i love you.’ Which you mouthed back.

“Poets have often described love as an emotion we can not control. It’s an emotion that overwhelms logic and common sense. Not that you have any.”

He lightly smacks your hand, as you continued.

“But that’s what it was like for me. I didn’t plan on falling in love with you, well…”

“And I doubt you thought you’d be standing here with me too. well…”

The audience erupted in laughter. Every single person in the room knew you’d be standing here one day.

“But once we met, it was clear neither of us could control what was happening to us. It was something we didn’t want to control. We fell in love, despite our many differences, my accent being the better of the two, and once we did, something rare and beautiful was created. For me, love like that only happens once, and that’s why every moment with you, is etched into my brain. And i pray i will never forget a moment of it.”

“i promise to remember, that I am in fact not always right, and i’m not perfect.”

Christian laughed, knowing how stubborn you were.

“But i promise to always remember that we’re perfect for each other. I promise not to create that many problem… but I do promise that you’ll event have to go through anything by yourself. I promise that as your wife I won’t keep score, even though, i’m totally winning. I promise to comfort you when Ireland beat America, again. I promise not to have selective hearing when you ask for the 100th where your keys are. I promise to be the best mum I can to our children, and I promise to let you be the cool dad.”

You take a breath, ready to finish.

“And finally, I promise to love you. Forever. From this earth to the next one. From this reality, to the other ones we exist on. Because I’d chose you in every lifetime. I’ll never finish falling in love with you. and to quote Taylor, because you knew I had to, “i once believed love would be burning red, but it’s golden.”

“I actually have one more thing to say.”

Olivia runs up to the aisle as she gives you a piece of paper. Christian instantly recognised it.

“This was a note Christian gave me the first time we met. He said I should give into the Pulisic. Looks like I did, because I guess I am one now!”

The audience laughed, as you finished your vows, and the sight in front of you made you weak in the knees. Your man. Your man.

Christian wiped one of his tears, as the ceremony began again.

—

“I now pronounce you man and wife.” Said the ceremoner, and Christian wasted no time in dipping you in for a kiss. You didn’t even care how good the photo would look. You let him linger the kiss for a little too long, biting his lip slightly before pulling away from you.

The audience cheering as you two made your way down the aisle. Christian high fiving Mason.

—

This was the most perfect day ever. The speeches had you in hysterics, tears, blushes. The meal was absolutely incredible, and you shared sweet moments with Christian.

You first dance was beautiful, and you two had chosen a song that meant a lot to you. No, it wasn’t sorry by Justin Bieber.

Chatting to an aunt of yours, Christian interrupted.

“Mind if I steal Mrs Pulisic for a minute?”

“Oh absolutely.” She laughed, as Christian pulled you away into a corridor. His lips attacking your neck, as you moaned into him.

“Chris we have guests.” You moaned as his lips continued across your neck.

“They’re not gonna care. I promise you.” He said, as he trailed back up to your mouth. Placing a hungry kiss on it, as he bit your lip, asking for you to open your mouth. You did, and his tongue slipped in. Enjoying the kiss, you pulled away.

“Plenty of time for this tonight.” You said with a blush, as his forehead rested against yours. His hand tucking a stand of hair behind yours.

“Oh baby, I can not wait.”

Part 2!!! Part will be yours very very soon my loves. Get ready, it’s a spicy one 🤭

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Love to Hate and Hate to Love, Chapter 4 (River Cartwright x OC)

Whatever you think is happening in the chapter it isn't a date. Absolutely not.

Nope.

No fucking way.

Anyway, hope you like the chapter!

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Olivia looked down at her phone and sighed. It had just started to rain and the water was making it hard to use the screen. She wiped it on her coat jacket and looked around. She could’ve sworn that the restaurant was around her somewhere. It might’ve been several years since she had gone but she could still picture it. After all, it had been one of her favourite places as a student. She pulled her coat around her as she turned the corner and beamed.

Success!

She walked towards it, a spring in her step. Finally a fucking breakthrough. She looked through the menu with a fond smile. The place really hadn’t changed all that much had it?

“You seem fucking happy.”

And once again her good mood had gone. River slinked out of the shadows as Olivia turned to face him. She crossed her arms and said,

“Are you following me?”

“I wanted to know where you were going.”

“Wait, how long have you been following me?”

“Why? Couldn’t tell.”

He smirked at her and Olivia rolled her eyes. Yes, even she had heard the story about River tailing Taverner. If Second Desk couldn’t tell that River was on her then what hope did she have.

“Maybe I just wanted a bite to eat?” she said, “Is that a crime?”

“You spotted something in that photo.”

“Yeah. A dead fucking body.”

“Besides from that. What did you see?”

“And why should I tell you?”

“Because we’re meant to be working together on this.”

“Of course,” Olivia said, rolling her eyes, “and you think that by ‘helping’ it’ll get you back into The Park.”

“Good evening. Table for two?”

Olivia and River looked over sharply at the waiter who had just approached them. He gave them a bright, customer service smile but mentally Olivia was panicking. Fucking hell, how much had he overheard? It was a suspicious conversation they were having. Anyone in their right mind would probably be calling the police at the mention of dead bodies. However, River just wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her against him. She tensed under his touch but he gave her a brief squeeze. She did her best not to glare as he rubbed gentle circles against her hip. Unwittingly she relaxed under his touch.

“Yes please.”

And it clicked what the cunt was doing. Olivia looked up at him and hoped her expression was adoring enough. She could see a brief flash of surprise flitter across his eyes as she rested her head against his chest and said,

“Oh, taking me out to my favourite restaurant for my birthday. You shouldn’t have!”

Two can play at this game, Cartwright, she thought

When they were at their table looking through menus and a bottle of white wine promptly order, River said,

“I didn’t know today’s your birthday.”

“It isn’t,” said Olivia, “but now everyone is going to think it is and you’ll look like an uncaring dick if you make me split the bill. Hey, do you think we’ll get a free dessert?”

“I thought they only did that for proposals.”

“Hmm,” Olivia pretended to think for a second, “I’m not that desperate to get married to you, fake or not. Anyway, I won’t be paying for it so…”

She shrugged and grinned at him,

“Thanks for the meal, honey.”

“You’re welcome, dear.”

The waiter came over for their orders and River kept his face neutral when Olivia put hers in. When the waiter went away he hissed,

“Did you have to order a steak?”

“Why? Because you’re not meant to have white wine with red meat? Of course you’d be pretentious enough to nitpick about that.”

“No,” River sounded exasperated, “because it’s expensive.”

“Why can’t I order one? It’s my birthday.”

“No it fucking isn’t.”

“Fine. I just wanted a steak because I wanted to have a steak knife. It might come in handy if you continue to piss me off.”

“Yeah, like you’d ever use it. You’ve never actually killed anyone have you?”

“Don’t say that like it’s a bad thing.”

River looked up sharply from his drink at the tone of Olivia’s voice. She wasn’t looking at him, running her thumb up and down the stem of her wine glass. She grimaced and looked around the restaurant. Other people having a seemingly normal night out.

“You know that’ll change.”

Olivia glanced over at River. The harshness of his gaze had gone and he was looking at his hands. He briefly glanced up at Olivia before looking away again.

“It’s the nature of our job.” he said

“You sound like Fitz. Besides, don’t you mean my job and not yours.” Olivia said, although it lacked its usual bite.

The conversation was interrupted by their food coming and Olivia was relieved about that. She didn’t like this understanding version of Cartwright. She preferred the snipey version of him. She could understand him better when he was like that. She didn’t want to like him, although she could pass that off as the alcohol talking. She never knew that Cartwright could be semi-tolerable when he wasn’t trying to constantly prove himself to people who didn’t give a fuck.

“You know,” said River eventually, leaning back in his chair and grinning at her as he poked at his pasta, “I’m beginning to think that this was all a ploy to get me to take you out for dinner. Surely you must’ve suspected that you’d be tailed?”

“You fucking serious?” any alcohol induced reluctant feelings vanished and Olivia said, “A) you followed me here. B) you told the waiter that we’d be taking the table. Finally C) I have much better things to do than to go out for dinner with you.”

“You’re right, that’s giving you way too much credit. You didn’t even realise I was following you until I spoke to you.”

“You know what I think it is?”

Olivia steepled her fingers and leant closer. River copied her movements, leaning in close.

“I think you can’t stand the fact that I have absolutely no desire to fuck you,” she said quietly, “been a while for you, Cartwright? I can imagine that being stuck in Slough House hasn’t exactly done much for your dating profile.”

River’s eyes twitched slightly and his gaze dropped briefly down to her lips and he prayed that she hadn’t noticed. However, Olivia had turned her attention back to her meal. She stabbed her steak violently and

“You got us off topic,” said River reaching across and stealing a chip, “why here?”

“Oi, those are mine!” Olivia said, “and like I said- maybe I just wanted a nice meal?”

She stabbed a bit of River’s pasta with her fork and ate it before he had time to protest. She closed her eyes and slumped back in her seat at the taste.

“Fuck me,” she muttered, “that’s good. I forgot just how good it was here.”

“Been before.”

“Used to go regularly back when I was a student.”

“I thought you went to Oxford.”

“And that meant I couldn’t have nights out in London? And what about you, I thought you said that we shouldn’t be discussing work out in public and yet,” she gestured between them, “here we are.”

River rolled his eyes and tried to steal another chip. Anticipating this Olivia slapped his hand away. With meals now finished Olivia stood up and excuse herself. Yes she did need to use the toilet but she also needed to get away from Cartwright. There was only so much time she could spend with him before she went mad. When she came back the plates were cleared away, another bottle of wine on the table and their wine glasses refilled and River had that stupid smirk on his face. However, it didn’t take her long to figure out what he had done.

“Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you!”

Well,  it turned out the restaurant did do birthday desserts and yes, they were free.

Bastard.

At least the cake was good although unfortunately they did have to share.

*

“Was that free dessert really worth humiliating me?” asked Olivia

“Yes. Eased up the bill a bit.”

“Bastard.”

Olivia buttoned up her coat as the two of them left the restaurant. Luckily the rain had stopped by the time they finished their meal. They walked in an increasingly comfortable silence but Olivia could sense the underlying tension. The wine was slowly leaving their system and Olivia was remembering that she was meant to hate River.

“So, where to now?” asked River

“What?” said Olivia, “your place or mine?”

“That isn’t-”

“I know,” she sighed and ran a hand over her face, “look, let’s just head back to mine, alright? It’s closer. You did pay for dinner and it’s the least I could do.”

River paused for a second and raised his eyebrows at her.

“I didn’t know-”

“No,” Olivia said firmly, her face bright red, “I didn’t mean sex. Why anyone would want to fuck you I have no idea. I meant,” she sighed and looked away, “the least I could do is let you know about why I went here in the first place.”

“Why?”

“Well unless you don’t want the information. I’ll be more than happy to-”

“I didn’t say that.”

When the two finally got to Olivia’s flat she grabbed another bottle of wine and pulled out two glasses. River had occupied his time by looking around her living room. He raised his eyebrows at the trophy on her mantel piece. Next to it was a photo of Olivia in fencing gear. Under one arm was her fencing helmet and the other held a sword. She was grinning widely at the camera

“Do you mind not touching that?” Olivia asked as she entered the room, “Look but don’t touch.”

“I didn’t know you fenced.” River replied

“I learnt at uni,” she said, “And there’s a lot of things you don’t know about me, Cartwright.”

“Such as?”

“I’m sorry but at the moment we are not close enough for me to tell you anything else.”

River pointed at the photo and said,

“You look like a wanker in that.”

“Yeah, thanks,” she said rolling her eyes, “that was after a match with Cambridge. Fucking won that, thank you very much. Now sit down and stop judging my hobby.”

“Why fencing?”

“Hmm?”

Olivia spun on her heel so she was once again facing River. He looked back at the photo then at her.

“Guns are useful,” River continued, “nowadays what use are swords?”

“It’s a sport,” said Olivia walking closer towards him, “it’s fun, it’s elegant. I’m not doing it to kill someone, I don’t want to kill anybody despite you constantly pissing me off. But it’s exhilarating. To get so close to someone, to know that you could hurt them and yet you’re not able to. We have rules to follow.”

By now she was directly in front of River. He was looking down at her with a mixture of curiosity and something else which she couldn’t quite place. The smile slowly slipped off her face as she looked into his eyes. Fuck, she was too close and slightly too drunk. Instead she tapped him on the chest with the wine bottle.

“Another drink?” she asked, hoping that it would remove some of this unwanted tension. 

River nodded and she started to walk towards the sofa. Olivia sat down on her sofa and filled up the glasses and gestured to River to take one. Yeah, they probably already had enough to drink but being drunk around River made Olivia less likely to want to smack him.

“So,” said River at last, “why there.”

“Surely you already know,” said Olivia as she settled onto the sofa, “you are a Cartwright after all. Or has being in Slough House dulled your keen powers of observation.”

Maybe it was the wine talking but there was less venom in Olivia’s words. River sat down on the sofa, making sure to leave a reasonable amount of space between them. He narrowed his eyes at her as he looked down at his glass.

“I haven’t poisoned it,” Olivia said, “zero body count remember which I hope to keep, by the way.”

River smirked at the double meaning and Olivia rolled her eyes. Maybe it had been a while for him if he had sex on the brain that much.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” Olivia took a sip of her own, “see?”

“Alright.”

“So are you going to tell me?”

“Tell you what?”

“If you followed me or worked it out for yourself?” Olivia said, rolling her eyes, “I’m really beginning to think you are fucking deaf.”

“Ah, no, because you told me that you were going to tell me that.”

Olivia frowned as she tried to untangle River’s sentence. The alcohol was beginning to go to her head and she was thankful that it was a Friday. Eventually she said,

“Fine. It had been raining and there was a reflection in the reflection in the puddle. I thought I recognised the restaurant name and,” Olivia shrugged, “it was a lead that went nowhere. Nothing. No signs of gore or murder or police or anyone asking questions. Like if you knew there was a horrific murder committed relatively recently wouldn’t you expect something?”

“Yeah,” said River, “although you know what this shows?”

“People are now bored of murder?”

“What? No. Wait, were people ever really interested in it to begin with?”

“Yeah. You should hear some of the true crime stuff Kara makes us listen to. Sometimes I think she listens to them to get inspiration.”

“But you really don’t see it?”

“Umm no.”

“See,” River sighed, “this is what happens when The Park send fucking amateurs. You really have no fucking clue, do you?”

Olivia blinked at the tone of River’s voice. Just when she thought things were finally improving between the two of them, however small that might be.

“You’re one to talk,” she snapped, “still can’t get over the fact that you’re not as good as you think you are. You know this won’t get you back into The Park.”

“And yet you can’t see the obvious.”

“That’s rich coming from you.”

“Well you fucking started it.”

Olivia clicked her tongue and shook her head. Fucking unbelievable.

“No I didn’t.” she snapped

“Yes you did.”

“No I didn’t.”

“Yes you did.”

“No I- fucking hell. Maybe it’s best you leave.”

“Fine.”

River stood up, leaving his half finished glass of wine on the table. Olivia led him towards the front door and practically pushed him out. Just before he left he turned around and bent down, noses almost touching. He licked his lips and once again his gaze dropped to her lips. When he once again locked gazes with her, his eyes had gone dark. He was breathing heavily but Olivia was determined to stand her ground.

She wasn’t going to let him intimidate her.

“Try and work it out by yourself,” Olivia felt her cheeks get hot and his breath fanned over her face, “but don’t come begging to me when you can’t work it out.”

Olivia promptly slammed the door in his face and slid down to the ground. She took a large gulp of wine as she tried to work out what River was going on about. Yes, Cuntwright certainly suited him.