#ONCE AGAIN THAAAAANK YOU FOR THIS ASK

[skyland2703]

ok this is really random but I’m curious, have you ever made fan art for a fanfic you liked? And if so, can we see it?

sorry if this is a weird ask lol

Huuuuuhhh

I believe I have!!! I love fics that absolutely WRECK me. or first kisses. I’m such a sucker for first kisses—

Let’s see, what we’ve got 😁🫶🏻

This one was for “the high ground situation” by @augment-techs I remember being hyperfixated on this one while drawing this one— I was obsessed I LOVE THEM HURTING AND COMFORTING EACH OTHER Q_Q (x)

This one is for “Walked Through Hell” by @jenscotts i legit cried when I read this T_T (x)

WRECK ME MORE— suicidal Amelia. “A Place Where I Can Belong” by @naraozu (x)

This one was a Valentines Fic— FIRST KISS >.< — by @topofthewinx “Be My Valentine” (x)

This one was for a really really old Spd Sky/Z college AU I’d gotten obsessed with, as a fifteen year old— “Helpless When She Smiles” by Shizinga

And there was a Sky/Z Pirate AU by @lastmafagafo shared with me, which got me obsessedddddd that I drew— and I can share it’s art if my friendo permits :3

It takes A LOT to wreck me, for a ship— and it’s crazy how almost half of those are Javelia. I have old sketches/pencil drawings for other olden SkyZ fics too, but I think they’re kinda cringy >\\\< so maybe if I ever revisit them, I’ll post them!! THANK YOU SO MUCH for this ask!!! I’m pretty sure there’s a few I’m missing, but yeeessssss I love fanfics SO MUCH

Ps: there ARE a couple of fics I’d want to do art for, too, usually multichaps i get obsessed with— and maybe I will someday!! Compiling this was fun and now i… maybe wanna do more :3

[hornyhornyhimbos]

hiiii

Can I request either a Spencer or Hotch with the prompts

23. “Say my name.”

11. “Louder. Let me hear you.”

17. “Hands behind your back.”

Thaaaaank youuuu 💕

"Better Than Italian Food" ~ A. Hotchner

Summary: uh idk, Reader makes Hotch dinner and somehow it gets spicy, don't ask me for summaries LMAO

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1,369

Content Warning: MINORS DNI (18+ content), unprotected piv sex, oral f!receiving, fingering, slight masturbation from both parties, use of restraints, overstimulation, orgasm denial/delay, use of nicknames (one use of gorgeous), explicit language, mentions of food, lmk if i missed anything else

Extra Notes: this is my first time writing full on smut so pls don't judge

Based On the Prompts: "Say my name." ☆ "Louder. Let me hear you." ☆ "Hands behind your back."

Originally Written: 12/09/2022

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"Knock knock," Aaron called as he entered the house before bending down to untie his dress shoes. His arms flexed in his suit jacket as he did so, a sight that was somehow simple yet reminded me just how lucky I was to call him mine.

"Come in," I giggled, sashaying my way from the couch over to him. "How was work?"

He let out a sound that was somewhere between a groan and a chuckle. "Exhausting, as usual." He barely let his sentence slip into the air before leaning in and pressing his lips tightly against mine.

We stayed like that for a moment, just as we usually did when he made it home after a long workday. His palms settled on my waist as he pulled away.

My arms slithered around his shoulders. "Do you wanna talk about it?"

He shook his head. "You wanna know what I do want to talk about though?"

My eyebrows creased together as I tried to dissect his tone. "What would that be?"

"How good dinner smells, whatever it might be you're cooking," he chuckled, ambling toward the kitchen.

I followed after him, my hands fixed on his hips. "It's Alfredo. Courtesy of the recipe Rossi emailed me. Bread's in the oven."

He turned to face me, leaving another kiss on my lips. Upon pulling away, he commented, "I have no clue how I could ever thank you for being the wonderful wife that you are."

My stomach knotted for a moment, my eyebrow cooking upward. "I think I know a way."

That was how I found myself spread open on the edge of the king-sized mattress, Aaron's mouth nuzzled against my clit, whimpering a string of obscenities.

The coil in my stomach tightened, my brain started to go fuzzy. I felt my legs tighten around Aaron's head, his raven hair brushing against the skin of my bare legs.

My vision went spotty for a moment. My orgasm was close. I let out a low mewl, my hips bucking up into his tongue. My veins burned as-

Beep! Beep! Beep!

I let out an aggravated groan as I assumed one of the two of us would have to get the bread from the oven.

The bread must've been the furthest thing from Aaron's mind as he left his head buried in my cunt.

"B-baby," I moaned in an attempt to get his attention.

He pulled away just long enough to utter, "Say my name."

My breathing became heavy as my orgasm inched closer again. "A-A-" I struggled, my hips rutting in betrayal.

"Say. My. Name."

"A-Aaron, the bread," I managed, fists clenched tight around the silk bed sheets beneath me.

"Frankly," he mumbled against my clit, eliciting another mewl from my lips, "the only thing I'm worried about eating is this pretty pussy."

"Frankly," I copied weakly, "I don't want our house to burn down."

He huffed, the air hitting my naked core and sending a shiver up my spine. "Be right back," he mumbled, wiping his lip with his thumb.

As he walked away, my mind wandered deviously. I felt betrayed by my hand as a finger hooked into my hole, chasing down the orgasm I'd nearly lost.

I let out a whimper as it pumped in and out, the coil in my belly tightening once again. My vision went spotty as I nearly reached the edge.

Aaron entered the room, tsk-ing his tongue against the roof of his mouth. "What have we here?"

"A-Aaron," I gasped, moving my hand away from my center. "I can ex-"

"Give me your hand," he demanded.

Hesitantly, I lifted my hand to his. He brought my hand to his lips, sucking on the end of my pointer finger. "Tastes good," he smirked. "Bet it felt good too."

My eyes widened as a breath hitched in my throat. I tried to swallow it down, but instead, it lingered there, causing both my throat and mouth to feel suddenly dry.

"You can say it," he said, dropping my hand.

I opted not to verbally answer. Instead I just nodded, a moan perched on the edge of my tongue as I watched the change in his behavior.

"Hands behind your back."

I did as told, standing up from the bed and letting my arms settle behind me.

He scrambled to undo his tie, wrapping it so tight around my wrists I wasn't sure it wouldn't leave bruises. He lowered me onto the mattress before unbuttoning his slacks, sliding them down along with his boxers. As quickly as possible, he undid his shirt too, throwing it into the pile with the rest of our discarded clothing.

He lowered his hand to my mouth before demanding, "Spit."

I didn't hesitate. I managed to spit into his palm, though I was unsure how, given the state of my parched throat.

He ran his hand along his hardened dick, and the sight elicited another sinful groan from my mouth.

He ran the tip along my slit teasingly. The sound of my wetness mixing with his pre-cum was something that could only be described as unholy.

After a moment more of teasing me, he pushed in, the stretch making me gasp. "You cum when I say you cum. Got it?"

Somehow, I successfully nodded again, a soft yelp falling from my tongue as he maneuvered the angle of my hips.

He pushed in and out repeatedly, both of our orgasms building quickly. I wasn't sure who'd cum first, but I knew both of our climaxes were approaching and fast.

Though, just as I feared, he pulled out, his hand meeting his cock, squeezing it hard. "I think this is only fair," he grunted, rocking against his palm, "since you got to finish yourself off too."

"But I didn't," I whined, humping at anything that would bring fiction to my pussy.

"Why do I not believe you?"

"Aaron, please, I promise," I whimpered.

He chuckled, his chest nearly heaving as he did so. "You'll need to do better than that, gorgeous."

My hips rutted against the fabric below me again. "Aaron, please let me cum," I begged, my skin feeling hot as I watched him pump himself again and again.

"Louder. Let me hear you," he ordered as he continued to squeeze his length. "I'm gonna need to hear you if you really want it."

My eyes fluttered into the back of my head and I cried out, "Please, Aaron, I need to cum."

He released his shaft before lining himself up with me once more. "I knew you could do it," he praised, sinking into me again.

He slammed in and out of me, his balls slamming against my ass with every thrust. He growled at the feeling of my walls clenching around his cock.

For what felt like the hundredth time that night, my orgasm approached, my veins burning hot again.

"In or out?" Aaron asked. I didn't even need an explanation.

"In," I choked out. "Need to feel you fill me up."

I wasn't sure how, but we both released in sync, his seed warm inside me as I arched away from the bed.

I felt stuffed as he lay down on top of me, the smell of sweat prominent in the air. His hair was sticky as he placed his head on my chest, mumbling sweet nothings into the valley of my breasts.

I let out a whimper as he finally removed himself. Suddenly, I missed the feeling of being stretched open by him.

His fingers moved down to my cunt, pumping fast. I let out a, "Hnnnngg, fuck, Aaron," as two digits worked at my core.

"You wanted it in, didn't you?" he groaned, watching as his cum pushed into me.

Eventually, he moved his hand away from me, upon noticing me writhing from the overstimulation.

He moved up to lay beside me on the bed, collapsing back beside me. A nearly childish chuckle escaped his mouth, his cheeks flushing even redder than they already were.

"What's so funny?" I panted, running my hand along the hairs on his chest.

"Nothing," he chuckled once more. "Anyone ever tell you that you taste way better than Italian food?"

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[hyunnieshannie]

Ex

Chapter 1: 'Will you marry me?' Pairing: Han Jisung x Fem. Reader Word Count: 5,405 General Synopsis: Your ex? Shitty. Your family? Worse. Your best friend? Left for a tour in the middle of one of the worst times of your life. How are you meant to deal with planning what should have been your wedding, dealing with your family, and pretending like you're not falling apart all on your own? General Warnings: Idol!Jisung, mentions of other Idols (P1Harmony/Seventeen), all views on these idols are purely fictional. Idol AU. Mentions of cheating, mentions of smoking and drug use (weed and cigarettes), Mentions of drinking, angst, self esteem issues, depression. Y/N is older than Jisung. (I'm sorry for the jokes that come out of this) (any tags I missed please feel free to let me know! More tags to be added as the story goes on.) ⤵ A/N: Truthfully, two days ago I had a thought about a conversation that would be held between best friends, and at first I brushed it off but the next day it kept going. So I wrote it down thinking not much would come from it but as I started writing I couldn't stop and all of a sudden three chapters for this fic was written out. I tried to proof read it but I don't really have many people I'd have sent it to for a bit of help so bear with my writing. I sincerely hope you enjoy this. Welcome to "Ex" (im sorry for the cheesy amount of times i mention skz songs thaaaaanks)

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“Will you marry me?” The question was sudden, and you felt your heart clench as he knelt there on one knee clutching a beautiful rose gold ring with a large princess cut diamond placed delicately on the top. You looked at it, you looked at him; biting back the tears you desperately wanted to cry out. This was something you had dreamed of for years, and in any other circumstance you’d have been one of the happiest people in the world. But no. Not today. Today you felt nothing but the sadness and anger that boiled within you.

“Yes!” Your sister Leah exclaims, she was overwhelmed with happiness and though you thought you’d have moved on  from it all. It’d only been six months and part of you believed this was all too soon. He’d only left you seven months ago. Left you for someone you considered the closest person to you, your best friend at that. At first during the breakup, as he explained why he was leaving, you were hurt and angry; you shut everyone out, blocking your sister, your absolute best friend out of your life completely, but after that initial pain passed and many nagging texts from your family; you realized you could not control who people fall in love with. He started dating her a month after and now six months later he knelt there asking her the question you once thought he would be asking you. You had waited five years to hear that question leave his lips, but it never came. Instead it came seven months after your breakup to your sister that he’d only been with for half a year. You walked out of the dinner after that. Congratulating them with a fake smile, swallowing the thick lump in your throat as you choked out a simple ‘I’m happy for you two’ as they stood beaming at each other, before being dragged away by the rest of their guests. 

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“You’re smoking again,” your roommate Keeho sighs, his blue hair blowing softly in the wind as he wrapped his arms around himself to shield his body from the cold of the midnight air. He slowly made his way to you as you leaned against the railing staring off into the forest that lined your backyard. “What happened tonight?” He asks softly as he leans forwards against the railing joining you in the act of blankly staring out. Lifting the cigarette to your mouth and holding it between your teeth, inhaling slowly, holding the smoke in as it burns the back of your throat; before exhaling it all from your lungs slowly. 

“He proposed.” You mumble, Keeho’s head drops, shaking it lightly. 

“And then?” 

“And then I said congratulations, and left.” you sigh. Keeho wasn’t usually one for talking about the dramas of life. Typically he’d move on with a smile, or a joke. But tonight it seems he wanted nothing more than to hear your true thoughts about the situation, 

“A little soon is it not?” He asks, as he runs his hand through his hair standing straight and turning his attention from the forest to you. “You okay?” 

“I shouldn’t have gone,” 

“No, Y/N you went because your family asked you. If they knew it was going to happen they should have warned you!” he says, 

“When have they ever cared about how I felt? The only reason I started talking to them again is because my own family told me I was being selfish.” you mutter, Keeho stares blankly at you. He didn’t know they’d forced you back into their lives, how could he when all you’d told him was ‘no one controls who they love, I shouldn't hold it against them.’ 

“Jeonghan’s a fucking dick anyways, I never liked him.” Keeho says as he wraps his arm around your shoulder, “He was a little prick, and he hurt my best friend.” he hugs you tightly, 

“Ke-” 

“Don’t ‘Keeho’ me. You know I'm right.”  he sighs, 

“In that case, Stephen Yoon, do not say those kinds of things, he wasn’t all bad and you know it too.” 

“Woah woah woah there buddy there's no need to be sassy and, government name me!” He laughs. Even though he hadn’t said much, Keeho always seemed to make you happy when you were upset simply by being present. He never failed to make you laugh, and despite not being much said he still managed to make you feel just a bit better about the whole situation. You let out a small sigh as the cigarette burns the tip of your fingers, its embers slowly reaching its filter as you watch it slowly burn out. “I know,” Keeho whispers, “I know.” 

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As you lay in bed you stare up at the ceiling, thinking of memories you hope that one day will be forgotten and fade along with the rest. You wondered if Jeonghan had always felt this way towards your sister, and wondered just how long he’d been in love with her. Had they secretly gotten together while you were still with him? Had they spoken of their love for one another behind your back? You’d never asked, and simply accepted the fact he no longer loved you, and continued about your life. Your brain tries to process each thought carefully, but your heart can’t help but ache as you remember the good times with him. The times he’d taken you to fancy dinners, or the aquarium dates you loved so much. How he’d wake up in the morning with a smile on his face and kiss you softly. You missed him, but now there was nothing you could do but force a smile and say that you were okay, that everything was fine. You knew in a matter of days someone would message you, someone would reach out. But not to check on you, but rather to ask about wedding details. Details you wanted nothing to do with but, she’s your sister. And thus it is your responsibility to suck it up and help her plan if that’s what she wanted. 

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The night came and went. And you slept awfully. Too many thoughts wracked your brain to be able to sleep calmly at all. You spent the night twisting and turning in bed as terrible dreams haunted you. You wouldn’t go as far as to call them nightmares but, you definitely did not enjoy them. “Y/N/N!” Keeho calls from the living room, “Y/N/N wake up!” he yells again. You groan as you force yourself out of bed, wandering out into the hallway as you rub your eyes to clear the morning haze.

“What Keeho, I’m busy!” You groan, finally walking into the living room. Keeho laughs loudly as you enter the room, his speaker loud playing music as he prances around the room holding a bowl of strawberries. 

“Busy? What moping in bed? Not on my watch babe,” he laughs, “We have plans!” 

“Plans?” 

“Yes, we’re going out, I’m not letting you get all sad again, not this time!” He smiles, you know he’s just trying to make you feel better. After the break up you had moved out of Jeonghan and your shared apartment, and Keeho took you in. Keeho’s old roommate had moved out and he was in need of another, luckily you were available. So he helped you pack up and move in. But directly after you moved in you fell into a depression. Being in a relationship for five years, moving in with him and living together for three years just for all of it to come crashing down harshly around you throwing you into a violent depression. You didn’t leave your room for weeks. Keeho, having been one of your best friends for years, did what he could to cheer you up but unfortunately, nothing seemed to help. So he did what was best and gave you time, while simultaneously reminding you that you had a support system. Him and his group. After about two weeks of sulking you began to feel better, not completely yourself again but good enough to leave your room. The second Keeho saw you his instinct was to hug you, bringing you into his warm embrace, before laughing and telling you that you were in desperate need of a makeover. And so he did everything he could to continue giving you distractions from the unfortunate events that had transpired.

 He took you shopping, to get your makeup done, he did everything in his power to make sure you felt beautiful, cared for, loved and most importantly; distracted. This time was different, he wasn’t giving you time to wallow in the depression that was your sister marrying the man you thought was your soulmate. In Keeho’s head it was best to start distracting you before you became depressed, because nothing broke his heart more than seeing his best friend sad, and nothing made him angrier than the thought of not being able to tell how shit of a boyfriend Jeonghan really was before everything happened. But it wasn’t his fault, he didn’t know Jeonghan would hurt you so badly, and when it came forward of what he had done, and why. Keeho found no issue with dropping his friend. They weren’t the closest of friends anyways, and you were much more important than (in his opinion) some dick head who couldn’t see the rarity that was you. “Go on you gremlin, get changed!” he huffed. 

Reluctantly you spun on your heels, and marched back into your room. Quickly picking out a comfortable outfit, and loosely tying your hair up without a real care for your current appearance, unfortunately for you when you opened the door Keeho stood there with his arms crossed, and a disapproving look. 

“I knew you’d do this, for god's sake Y/N do I need to do everything myself?” he frowns as he pushes past you entering your room. “JESUS, Could you be any more of a hermit?” he laughs as he draws the blinds letting the light from the late morning sun seep into the room. He opens the closet door, and rummages for a few moments before pulling out a black hoodie, and a pair of black skinny jeans, “If you want to be comfortable thats fine but whatever the fuck you’re wearing right now, aint it babe.” You stare blankly at him, before he wanders his way into your bathroom; pulling at a few accessories and placing them down on your night stand. An indication that he’d like you to wear them with the outfit he’d picked out. He dives back into the closet searching through your shoes before settling on a nice pair of black combat boots. He stands back and admires the outfit he’d chosen. “Oh,” he mutters. “That black leather jacket, bring that too it’s gonna get colder today,” you roll your eyes at the ever excited Keeho, who skips out of your room and back into the living room to wait for you to finish. 

Once more you change, dreading the idea of going out, much less now knowing the temperatures would drop to a shocking negative ten degrees celsius.  

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You step outside, and quickly pull out a smoke as Keeho locks the door. Typically he’d have said something along the lines of ‘you’re going to stink up my car’ or complained how unhealthy it was of a habit, but he let it slide for now. A part of you felt guilty smoking in front of him, he’d worked for months helping you slowly stop. He dealt with the withdrawals, anxiety, anger, and everything that came with it. He didn’t mind the idea of helping you through it again, though it did bother him a bit knowing you’d done so well for the past six months, but he did understand why. You never had the best coping mechanisms, most if not all violently destructive. But no one knew you better than him, which made him (in his mind) the most suitable to help you through hard times.

 He patiently waited for you to finish your smoke before guiding you to the car, and opening the door for you. He was being unnecessarily kind today, and your gut told you something was up. “What did you do?” you say flatly, as he finally starts the car. The heating blasted through as he turned it to its max power. 

“Why do you assume I did something?” he scoffs, bringing the parking break down and allowing the car to gently roll down the hill of your driveway. You studied his expressions, nothing seemed wrong; and he certainly had no tell if he was going to do something wrong, but either way your brain persisted. “Anyways we’re almost late and it’s still about an hour drive.” 

“Where are we going?” 

“The city.” 

“Why would we go into the city Stephen?” 

“You need to stop calling me that,” he groans. 

“Well you were Stephen to me back home before you left.” you pout, 

“Does this look like Toronto to you bestie? No.” He focuses his attention on the road as he speaks, his phone connected to the speakers blasting loud music from his group as he drives, occasionally interrupted by the sound of the thick Australian accent he set for his navigation. Occasionally you’d mimic the woman as she told him where to go, and he’d laugh telling you how he would make you record all the sayings so he could set a ‘Custom Y/N Navigation Voice’ for his maps. You laughed at the idea, and once again your mind felt at ease. No one but he could make you feel so calm. 

“I kinda want to go home,” you sigh, his head snaps towards you staring at you with wide eyes, 

“Like, to visit right?” you shook your head, “Wait, you wanna go back to Toronto for good?” he asked, focusing on the road once more. 

“Perhaps. Don’t get me wrong, I love it here, But-” 

“But your sister moved here chasing you, is marrying the guy you dated, and your entire family flew here knowing what would happen and then made you witness it.” he sighs, “Yeah I know. But Y/N what does Canada have to offer you?” you look at him confused, freedom from being trapped seeing those two all the time was a start. “Listen Y/N, I love you; and I was happy he dragged you out here, but I’m happier you stayed even after to live with me because I love you, and I’m not gonna let you go back to waste your life away in Toronto just because of some guy, hell! You’re in your twenties, have some fun!” 

“Ste-”

“Wrong name.” 

“Kee.”

“Wrong Nickname.” 

“Well what do you want me to say!” 

“I’m offended.” he laughs, trying to brighten the mood. 

“I’m not saying it.” 

“Oh please won’t you say my favorite nickname?” 

“Only if you stop playing your music and let me play mine.” 

“Are you saying you don’t like my singing?” 

“I’m saying as your hostage you should let me at least enjoy my own music, and I like Taeyang’s voice better thank you very much.” “Ouch baby, very ouch” he laughs loudly as he hands you his phone,  you unlock it quickly and scroll through spotify before opting in to typing in what you were looking for, 

“Play that NCT song you like so much,” 

“Acting like it wasn’t you who screamed it so loudly your voice was lost for a day, I swear Taeyang was gonna kill me.” “I’m their leader, they listen to me” he says jokingly,  “and you realize you can just call him Theo,” he laughs. 

“He introduced himself to me as Taeyang, therefore I shall call him as such.” 

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The two of you continue to listen to the music you play, a variety spanning from your favorite third and fourth gen groups, to pop punk, and a few anime intros. Your music taste was a mess but the two of you sang loudly to each song. It was about half hour into the ride before Keeho had gotten off the highway, pulling into a nice neighborhood and parking the car. He cleared the back seat of his car completely, throwing whatever unnecessary things he had into the trunk. You went to turn the music down as Keeho plopped himself back into the driver's seat looking at you as if you were about to commit some heinous crime. “What?” you ask, 

“How dare you turn the music down!” he giggles, turning it up even more, the vibrations of the base passed through your body with a low hum. “What are we doing here Kee.” 

“Waiting.” he smiled, 

“For?” 

“Taeyang, and Intak and a member from-” he paused as the song swapped and began to play the familiar tune of one of the groups you had liked for a while, a song you couldn’t help but give your absolute best performance to. “Stray Kids” Keeho laughed, “Fitting!” you unhooked your seatbelt knowing that both Taeyang and Intak fully know the extent of your love for this song, your mind completely erasing the fact that you would be introduced to someone from another group.

In your time being in Korea, you had only cared for Keeho’s own group members, you often sat out on whatever party he’d invite you to. He had left for Korea much earlier than you, and the only reason you had even met Jeonghan was accidentally online on some dating site when you were roughly nineteen, during a vacation while you visited Keeho. Safe to say your teenage brain was too madly in love with the stranger from across the world to think about the long term repercussions. 

You never cared for the life of idols, but you did enjoy the music. So it worked out, the boys of Keeho’s group could be comfortable near you knowing you’d do nothing to hurt Keeho or them, and you got to see the insides of their world of music making, which benefited you as a music major in college. You only cared for them on a personal level.

Enjoying other groups' music was one thing, but you didn’t need to see them live, or meet them. From Keeho’s complaints the life of an idol was hard enough, it’s hard for them to trust people as a whole and you being you didn’t want anyone of his friends being uncomfortable with your presence. Keeho did often offer to take you to concerts, which you refused each time because all you needed was your favorite group of boys. Them.

You were mid-performance, of Cheese making faces at Keeho as you asked him the questions sung throughout the song, he laughed as you lowered your voice mimicking Felix’s tone to the best of your ability as you sang proudly, “why’d you gotta say it like that?”. 

You loved the song, something about a group reacting to hate by creating a diss-track that involved every element as to why they were getting hate; now THAT was iconic to you. The back door flew open as you prepared yourself for your favorite part, now why it was your favorite part you couldn’t tell but you definitely liked mimicking that one part of Han Jisung’s rap. 

You turn to face Intak who laughed as he scooted into the back seat, you looked him in the eyes as you sang out loud “hyeosbadag shotgun jangjeon, click-clack, bang!” he laughed hard as you turned back to face Keeho, using your phone as a makeshift microphone. 

He had his head on his steering wheel as he laughed so hard you could see the red in his face, he’d never laughed like this both of them knowing how you get whenever one of your top five performance songs comes on. Taeyang finally gets in the car and as the second closest person to you, he should already know what to do, but instead of singing; he sits the with a wide grin, concealing a laugh, 

“You didn’t tell her, did you?” Taeyang laughs, you stop your performance and lean over your chair staring at the two boys in the back seat, as Keeho struggles to breathe from laughing too hard in the front seat, 

“Tell me what?” you say looking between the three, then it hits. Taeyang and Intak are squished together, as the seat behind Keeho lays empty. “Oh, is the other friend weird about me being here?” you ask, 

“Not at all, but if you’re going to do my rap I need more energy from you.” Han fucking Jisung. Oh great I just belted his fucking groups song in front of him, and looked like a total moron. 

“What the fuck is he doing here,” you said in a panic, “OH SHIT- I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to say that outloud- I- I’ve just never- Wait, I-”

“Calm down Y/N/N!” Taeyang says, as he reaches forward placing his hand on your own “Breathe,” he smiles sweetly at you. Telling you with his eyes that everything is fine. 

“It’s fine honestly,” Jisung smiles widely, “It’s nice to meet you, I’m Jisung.” 

You turn back in your seat as the song finishes, concealing the utter embarrassment of having Jisung hear your performance to his own song. Keeho smiles at you as he starts the car back up fully, 

“Surprise?” he says with a mischievous smile, you hit him lightly on the arm which causes him to fly back dramatically, pretending as if you’d punched him at full force. “Y/N! How could you punch your best friend!” he cries out, 

“Keeho sleeping in the dog house tonight,” Intak chirps, 

“Keeho clearly Y/N/N likes me better give it up, you’re not her best friend anymore!” Taeyang laughs as he watches Keeho flail his arms, 

“AND NOW YOU’VE REPLACED ME WITH MY GROUP MEMBER? THE BETRAYAL!” He laughs, 

“Jesus Keeho you’re just as bad as Hyunjin with the dramatics!” Jisung grins at Keeho who slowly turns back in his seat to stare at him, 

“I…. Am…. Not!” Keeho  mutters, as he throws his empty water bottle at him. The two toss it at each other in a laughing fit for a moment, before Intak finally cuts in

“Anyways, what took you guys so long?” Intak laughs as he watches Jisung fumble with the bottle. Keeho turns back around and sets in the new destination handing you back the phone to continue with your music, 

“As Y/N’s personal stylist, I had to make sure she wasn’t gonna come in those god awful sweats she had on earlier,” 

“HEY! What’s wrong with my sweats!” you let out, 

“Nothing, when we’re at home! But you were really gonna show up looking homeless to an outing with Taeyang and Intak? Please. Not on my watch!” Keeho says smugly, “She looked like her little gremlin self, you guys should have seen it. I had to force the blinds open today!” you pout as you look at him, music blaring as he drives and the three in the back laughing. 

“Y/N/N is no gremlin you fool! Even in sweats I’m sure she’s still prettier than you,” Taeyang giggles, “This is why she likes me more,” Keeho eyes him in the rearview mirror, whispering a small ‘suck my dick you heathen,’ as Taeyang bursts into another laughing fit. Because whenever you’re with these three boys, the laughter never ends. Usually.

ꕀ❀ꕀ

The boys spend time talking as you stare out the window, enjoying the view of the river through the drive. Your phone buzzes, pulling it out of your pocket; you read the message. 

‘I want you to be my maid of honor,’ the message read. You’d expect this. You’d expected for your family to message you about the wedding. Just not so soon, not literally the day after your world collapsed. 

“Y/N?” Taeyang says in a loud whisper, you’d been in the front seat staring down at the message for a rough ten minutes, as your second favorite ‘performance’ song played throughout the car, “Are you okay?” 

“Yeah,” you squeak, jumping up from the realization that you had just completely zoned out. A lump in your throat building up into an unbearable ball which you had to choke down to save yourself from further embarrassment, especially from the new person you’d only just met. 

“No you’re not.” Intak says as he reaches his hand over, placing it on your shoulder, “I know you’re not.” Keeho keeps his eyes glued on the road, unaware of the message you’d just received. “Y/N, talk to us.” 

“I’m perfectly content!” you whisper, 

“You’re not singing. This is one of your songs. You never miss a chance to sing Slump. Not once in the entire time I’ve known you, never ever have you not sung to an anime OST.” Taeyang leans forward bringing himself between the two front seats, “And I know you’re not holding back because of Jisung.” Jisung sat in the back quietly letting the rest of you speak. The air in the car filled with an insufferable tension which you wished would dissipate. 

“I have a wedding to plan.” you sigh, bringing your phone up and handing it to him. Taeyang takes it leaning back, allowing Intak to read it thoroughly. 

“He fucking proposed?” Intak says aloud, you hum in response. “When?” 

“At dinner last night with my family.” 

“HE DID IT IN FRONT OF YOU?” 

“That fucking prick.” Taeyang whispers, “I’ll fucking ki-”

“No. It’s okay,” you choke, tears are threatening your very existence, plotting to drown you in your spot. “Can’t control who people fall in love with, she’s a good match for him.”

“Good match my ass, she’s petty and not even half as interesting as you are!” Taeyang’s voice only gets louder as he gets angrier, 

“Guys,” Keeho sighs, he’d wanted to distract you from this situation yet somehow, and in someway the universe had decided fuck that and threw this untimely obstical in his way, “Let’s just drop it for today okay?” 

“It’s not my place,” Jisung says softly, as he twiddles his thumbs. “And I don’t know what happened and I have very little context, but I think it’s bold of you to be so mature about it.” 

“Thanks.” you mumble turning back around in your seat, because of course this kind of thing would happen on the day Keeho introduces you to someone new. The rest of the car ride was a blur, your mind was much too occupied with finding ways to politely decline the offer, while also reminding you that she was your sister, and it your duty to be there for her.

 You’d always been there for your sister, the two of you since children had been inseparable until you moved to Korea three years ago. You’d been there for her during her heartbreaks, you’d been there when she didn’t get into the college she wanted. You’d been there through her pregnancy scares, and shitty friends, and you’d been there for every good time as well. When she had heard you’d be moving to Korea, dropping your entire life in Canada for your boyfriend she was devastated. She’d thrown tantrums left and right during his visit to introduce himself to your parents, and after you’d left she saved up for two years to move here to ‘Be with you’ because she ‘couldn’t be without her best friend’, more like without my boyfriend. Soon enough you’d realized the pair had gotten close, and you had convinced yourself he was being friendly because your little sister had no one other than you in Korea. She had no knowledge of the language, or area and often spent time in your apartment even after she’d found her own three months after moving. Had it been then when he fell for her? While she lived with you? Once more the intrusive thoughts begin to whirl around in your brain, leaving nothing but the destruction of your mental state in its wake. You never wanted to know if he’d cheated, but the signs were all there. 

ꕀ❀ꕀ

“Kee,” you whisper as the other three boys walk in front of you into the restaurant, “I don’t want to be with someone new today. Do you mind if I take off?” 

“Jisung is nice Y/N”

“How do you even know him?” 

“You meet a lot of people in this industry, he’s not gonna bite.” 

“I’d rather go home.” Keeho stops and turns to you, looking into your eyes as he holds your shoulders, 

“Babe. I can’t let you go home, first the cab would cost a fortune, not that I have an issue with it. But what I do have an issue with is you going home alone, to cry in your room. I’m sorry, I know you’re hurting, but I can’t leave you to your own thoughts. I can’t see you hurting again, so please let me distract you today; and if you still need time alone after I’ll give it to you, but today let's ignore the rest of the world, fuck your sister, fuck your family, and fuck his stupid ass. Let's laugh, and have a nice lunch with our friends,” he pleads, “plus Ji.” reluctantly you agree, he’s planned this outing for you because he knew exactly what you’d need to keep you from wallowing in the darkness of your room. He didn’t expect the small bump in the road, but he was prepared to do whatever it took to make sure you went over it smoothly. He guided you into the restaurant, it was cute. More like a cafe than anything. It was nice, large windows covered the front wall allowing it to be lit mostly by natural light, it had soft music playing and plants everywhere. It seemed like a fitting place to read, or draw; or have a nice lunch with friends. The perfect place for you. For sure Keeho had thought of that when planning the outing, and you appreciated the effort he’d put into it. 

As you make your way to the table Taeyang waves you over smiling to you as he pulls the seat beside his out, “You saved a seat for queen gremlin, and left me to sit between Intak and Jisung?” Keeho pouts, “Two betrayals in one day,” 

“Well Y/N/N shouldn’t be put between two people, she deserves her own spot and you do not!” 

“Why!” 

“Until you stop calling Y/N a gremlin I will not be giving you any special treatment!” 

“You should respect your elders,” Keeho huffs, 

“And so should you now beg, tell her Y/N noona please forgive me for my rudeness!” Taeyang laughs, 

“Noona?” Jisung asks, staring up at you as you take your seat beside Taeyang, 

“Oh no, don’t get all excited Ji!” Intak squeals, as he holds his laughter in. His cheeks puffing up before he slams his head down onto his arm that lay on the table, tears coming down his face as he laughs, 

“I was eighteen let it go,” Jisung sighs, 

“How could I when you started the song off with jeogyo-”

“Please, don’t say it.” Jisung says, lowering his head onto the table, his ears red from the embarrassment, his body cringes as he remembers the lyrics. 

“Yeah, Y/N is older than all of us, but like hell am I calling her noona or unnie.” Keeho says with a smile. The conversation dies down, and a new one picks up. Everyone talking about different things together, as you waited for your food to arrive. Suddenly Taeyang wraps his arm around your shoulder, leaning forward to block your view to the outside, raising his hand slightly to get the waitresses attention, 

“Would you mind if I lowered the blind here? It's a bit bright.” he says nonchalantly, the waitress smiles and lowers the blind completely. Once its down he removes his arm, and leans back in his seat, “Sorry there was an unpleasant sight outside,”

“What was it?” Intak questions as he pulls at the blind, Taeyang kicks him lightly under the table “Oh,” Intak says, “Mm yes that dog is having a great time, what a conversation killer.” Intak you idiot. Taeyang thinks to himself.

[loousir]

[Merman] Close up Shots

Popular Octomer Male x Photographer Male Reader Part Two

Cassian

Warnings: Tentacle boy do be flirting again, some physical affection with said tentacles, nakey Cass for a little, talking about how he shifts from octo to human

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2 of 7 The Seven Sins Series

Masterlist | Part One | Part 3 |

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About a week past since you had last seen Cassian. The festival was coming up tonight so as a mental preparation, you decided to go for a walk along the beach. You had your bag and camera with you as you walked along the coast line, snapping the occasional picture here and there.

Before you had even realized it, you were at the place where you had first met Cassian. That same gorgeous cove cave now lay silent, hosting only a couple gulls and some sandpipers. You decided to go into the rather large area and simply take in the mid afternoon atmosphere in peace.

The waves crashed against the shore gently as your shoes crunched through the sand. You found yourself watching the water which nearly tripped you. A heavy glass tinking sounds filled your ears for a moment before you looked to the bottle you kicked. It was very clearly a message in a bottle but as you approached it to open it, you realized it was filled with water.

"Well fuck." You sighed and sat down in the sand next to the bottle. The most confusing part about the whole things is that the cork was really on there so you didn't understand how water got into it. Once you managed to get the thing open, you dumped the water out along with the letter. When you picked up the rolled paper it felt dry. That's when it clicked.

"Oh! That makes a lot of sense now." You said as you unrolled it. In absolutely gorgeous script, a still very readable letter started out by addressing you. You blinked a couple times, staring at your name on the paper before continuing.

'(Y/n),

I might be silly for trying such an outdated way of messaging but as I didn't get your number I figured this would suffice. That is to hope you get this before another does.

Let's meet here on the night of the festival around 6. As a confirmation of sorts, I ask that you leave the bottle underneath the wall tree. You'll see it.

-Cassian'

You smiled and rolled your eyes before glancing around for said tree. It was very close to the water and you decided instead of just leaving the bottle, you would wait as well. You carefully made your way over to the tree and sat criss cross on the rock underneath it. Your wait was only a few minutes before you noticed something shifting in the water.

The familiar blonde octomer breached the surface and looked over to the tree. His face held one of shock. "(Y/n)? You're here?" You smiled and nodded. "Yeah. I didn't bring a pen and paper to respond so." Cassian smiled and pulled himself into the shallow parts of the water.

"Its about 3 right now so we have a few hours before the festival." Cassian said with a smirk. You looked at him with an unamused face. "Don't smirk at me like you're gonna get something, we barely know each other." Cassian smirks again and pulls himself up onto the rock you were sitting on and ploped himself down next to you.

One of his tentacles gently coiled itself around your showing ankle before giving it a gentle squeeze. "Then let's get to know each other." Your cheeks flushed at the proximity and he laughed. Good gods... Cassian looked to the bottle and paper you were still holding in your hand. "Keep it." You furrowed your brows and looked over to him. "Huh?" He motions to the note and bottle.

"Keep it. As a memory of our first date."

You did that thing where you smiled but tried to hide it making Cassian laugh. "You invited me!" With an exaggerated sigh you nodded. "Yeah. I guess I did." Cassian smiles and wraps an arm and a tentacle around your waist. He was a bit damp but you didn't mind. "I have a question." He said, pulling you close to his hip. "What's your question?"

"Have you ever dated a non-human before?" You shook your head before tilting it to say kinda. "Well, I've only had two boyfriends. One of them was a half elf but I'm not too sure if that really counts." Cassian shrugs. "So I would be your first non-human AND octomer then." You blush softly and nod before looking up to him confused. "Wait who said we were dating?"

Cassian laughs again, making you blush more. "You definitely enjoy seeing me flustered." He nods confidently. "Yes I do indeed." After that, the two of you kept chatting about various things in your own lives and Cassian paused the conversation every so often to soak up the salty ocean water to prevent himself from drying out.

Apparently, Cassian used to date a sharkmer and at one point a naga. "The only reason me and the naga broke up is cause of when he learned I was an octomer. Apparently tentacles are an innate fear of his..." You told him about how you only moved here a about a month ago which prompted the question, "How do you like it here so far?"

You shrugged at the question. "Its a lot nicer than the last place I was living. Loads more places to get pictures." Cassian seemed to forget you took pictures for a job and you could tell by the look on his face. "Oh, I wish I could make photography my full time job but I just don't get enough gigs. I work part time in the little Cafe downtown."

"Oh! The one run by the Gargoyle? Tea and Stones right? His name slips my mind." You nodded. "His name is Xavier." Cassian nods. "We met once but it was long ago. I love going there when I do work on the land, especially after a long day." You nod and laugh. "Thats the best time to go." You pause for a moment. "I met Xavier when I first moved in. We're neighbors and as we were chatting it just so happened I was looking for a job and he was looking for people to hire."

Cassian smiles a little more, "Lucky timing." You nod and check your phone, it's just turning 5:10. "It's getting close to when we were gonna go. Did I tell you what it was?" Cassiam shakes his head. "No but that's OK. Let me shift and get dressed. Would you mind walking to my house with me?" You tilted your head and watched as he made his way back into the water.

You watched as Cassian went into the water until it was just above his chest that was showing. You could still see him with how clear the water is and you watched as he put his tentacles together to form two leg-like figures before they melded and fused together to form actual legs. You watched his face and he made it look way less painful then it probably was. And sure enough, he was buck naked, all proud and presented. Your cheeks instantly flushed once you noticed and you covered your eyes. Cassian walked up and smirked at how you weren't looking, taking pride in the fact he flustered you so much. "I went into the water to save you from the sounds as it's utterly disgusting." He said, walking up to you.

"Thaaaaanks..." Cassian chuckled and grabbed your hand away from your face, holding it in his own gently. You locked eyes with him when he did, you wanted to look out of sheer curiosity but your subconscious won't let you. "My place is right up the hill." He said, helping you off the rock. You thankfully avoided getting your shoes soaked as the two of you walked along the empty coastline.

It was maybe a 2 minute walk to his house and you recognized it. "Cassian you live there?" You asked, shocked slightly. Cassian laughs and nods. "Yeah, why?" You blinked and looked down the street as he quickly made his way into the house to avoid an indecent exposure charge. He pulled you inside and shut the door behind you.

"Cass I live down the street. I'm in the corner house. My only neighbor is Xavier." Cassian smiled and looks back to you when he let's go of your hand. "Then that means I get to visit whenever I want right?" You looked at him through squinted eyes. "No, at least text me first." Cassian smirks, "I'll need your number for that. But before, let me actually go get my phone. And get dressed." You blushed and nodded, forgetting he was naked for a moment.

You decided to make yourself comfortable on his couch and scroll though your phone, periodically checking the time. You were too engaged on whatever game you had opened on your phone to hear Cassian sneaking up behind you. "Boo~" He purred into your ear as he wrapped his arms around you. You jumped slightly and tensed heavily, dropping your phone in your lap. "Cassian please don't do thaaaat..." You whined out with closed eyes, leaning your head against his shoulder.

Cassian reached around you and snatched your phone from you lap before pulling away. "Cass, give-" He cut you off by handing your phone back. "I was just putting my number in, relax." Cassian said before going over to the door to put some shoes on. You looked at the new contact on your phone. "How cheesy are you?" You asked, looking up to him as he pulled his hair back into a low ponytail.

"What? It's true." You glared at him before he grabbed your hand and lead you out of the house. "We'll be late if we don't get going. I wanna spend as much time with you as possible tonight."

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1639 (sorry for cutting it short, just felt like making another part :>)

[frostedfaves]

DHHFHJKJFDS I WENT TO BARTENDER!READER TO READ AND SEE WHAT I COULD REQUEST BUT IT'S A DARK!FIC!!! 😭😭😭 Not sure I can handle dark stuff lately. So

If you're not so kind and have a lil bit of love for this humble person, can i request for something fluffy in that universe? If not, make it part of the story with wandanat being kind and not-dark on a date with reader? If you wanna turn it into a mini fic or wtv, make it so reader is clueless about wandanat's being interested romantically on Reader

THAAAAANK YOU, FROSTY OF MY HEART!

Ps. I'll try to do better and stop dissapearing. I love you and send you my best vibes bby ✨💕

A/N: I might save the other couple requests for either this sunday or next weekend, but I was briefly in the mood to write, so enjoy this fluffy rewrite for dark!wandanat x bartender!reader. love you too, vee💕

warnings: creepy men, alcohol mentions

“What are you having?”

Wanda looks over at you, standing on the other side of the bar with a pleasant but expectant expression, your eyes cutting over to the empty glass inches away from her hand. She follows your gaze and quickly realizes what you’re asking, but her mouth hasn’t received the message yet.

“Oh, uh...I’m uh h-having a um--”

“Vodka cranberry, please? Thank you.” Natasha offers you a grin that you quickly return before moving away to make the drink.

“Sorry,” Wanda exhales heavily as a red tint appears in her cheeks. “I have the power to control the minds of everyone in here, but a gorgeous woman asks me a simple question and suddenly I shut down.”

“It’s okay, love,” her girlfriend assures her with a gentle rub of her hand across her back. “I’m just as smitten as you...I’m just better at hiding it.”

You quickly drop off Wanda’s drink and a refill of Natasha’s as well, assuring them it was no big deal before moving onto your next customer. They watch you work with the other patrons, smiling and laughing with friendly groups while keeping an eye on the sobbing drunk girl until her friends arrive to take her home. Wanda prepares herself to interact with you again as Natasha goes to flag you down to close their tab, but they stop in their tracks as they realize what’s happening.

An older guy that’s very clearly over his limit is grabbing at your clothes to pull you into a kiss over the bar as you attempt to fight him off, and Natasha is on her feet in no time, pulling him out of the building even faster. Wanda hurries over to the end of the bar, using her powers to undo the latch quickly before joining you behind the counter.

“Are you okay?” she asks quietly as she reaches you, subtly calming you with red mist pouring in from her fingertips as her hands land on your arms. “Did he hurt you?”

“No, I’m okay,” you respond in a shaky tone, pausing to take a deep breath before meeting her eyes. “Thank you for helping. Um, can I get you anything?”

“Are you sure you don’t wanna take a second? I know my way around the shelves,” Natasha adds as she approaches the two of you from the other side of the bar, and you shake your head.

“It’s okay, really. Thank you.”

“In that case, we’ll take some water. Gonna have to sober up so we can drive you home,” Wanda tells you with a light squeeze of your arm before dropping her hands to her sides again.

“You don’t have to do that.”

“No, but we will. You deserve to feel safe.”

The two Avengers return to their stools and gratefully accept the glasses of water you bring to them, and they spend the next couple hours taking turns with watching the other customers and lovingly gazing at you, not that you even noticed. Wanda’s touch seems to have a lasting effect on you, and it isn’t long before you’ve returned to where you were before, happily interacting with customers that were much more polite after witnessing your problem and part of Natasha’s solution.

“You really didn’t have to stay so long, let alone help me clean up,” you remind them as they help you return the cleaning supplies to the closet. “But I really appreciate it.”

“It was nothing,” Wanda assures you with a grin. “Now which way do you live?”

“Are you sure? I can take a cab.”

“We insist.”

Natasha wraps her hand around your wrist and begins leading you outside to the car, and you feel every bit of tension leaving your body as Wanda’s warm hand traveled down your back. You give them your address as you slip into the backseat of their luxury vehicle, and you ride in silence aside from their little comments and jokes to get your mind off what happened earlier.

“Thank you so much for tonight.” You climb out of the backseat and close the door before walking over to the passenger side window. “Sorry, I accepted your help without even learning your names.”

“How about you call us tomorrow?” Natasha quips, grabbing your hand and placing a folded slip of paper in your palm. “We’d love to take you to dinner if you’re available.”

“Yeah, I’m actually off tomorrow, so I wouldn’t mind…” Your voice trails off as you read Natasha and Wanda on the paper with a small heart beside it, and you gasp as you realize. “Holy shit, you’re Avengers. So that’s why you were so quick to help me tonight.”

“Well, we may have had other factors motivating us,” Wanda admits, chuckling a bit when she hears you come to another realization in your thoughts.

“I was wondering why you couldn’t speak around me,” you tease with a laugh. “In that case, I’d definitely love to go to dinner with the two of you. You gave me two numbers...should I make a group chat?”

“Cute.” Natasha rolls her eyes, but her smile gives away how much she wants to laugh. “Get to bed, honey. It’s late.”

You bid the couple farewell and hurry inside your apartment building, quickly making a group chat once you’re safely inside your unit and thanking them again for the night. Once you agree on a time for your date, you change into something more comfortable and flop down onto your mattress with a wide grin, wondering why it took you so long to realize two Avengers had a crush on you and how the hell you were supposed to sleep now that you knew.

[aaron-despair]

Falling - (Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader)

A/N: I don’t own any of the characters on this fic, they belong to Marvel.

Warnings: none

Request:  SAAAAAAAMMYYYYY!!!! All the talk about fake dating got me hskahdkahska so here I am requesting for a Wanda x Reader fake dating AU!! Reader wants to get rid of an ex who wouldn't stop bugging her so Wanda decides that, since Reader and her ex share classes, she'd play the lovely gf who sometimes pays a visit to Reader with her fav coffee/drink and donuts. I leave the ending to you 😂😂😂 thaaaaank you bby! ✨❤️

A/N(2): This didn’t go as I planned, tbh... There’s a chance I’ll rewrite it if I can think of a better ending. Anyway, here you go. Hope you enjoy it!^^

“It’s been a while since we last could hang out. How are you?” Wanda asked as you brought the drinks over to your little spot. It wasn’t a busy day at the coffee shop, so you could enjoy some peaceful minutes with your best friend.

“Well, I’ve been pretty good. There isn’t much to do lately, so I have more free time than usual.” You smiled, sitting down in front of her. “What about you? You spent last week with your brother, right?”

“Yeah, we could finally catch up. We went over to that little lake near Tony’s house, remember it? Oh! And Pietro also brought some of our things from when we lived in Sokovia.” She rambled, and the glint in her eyes didn’t go unnoticed.

“Seems like it brought back some good memories.”

“It did! I’ve never seen him smile so much, not even when we were kids. This time it was different, like he was…” She froze, thinking of the right word.

“Feeling lighter?” You offered, and she nodded.

“Yes, exactly!”

“That’s really good. I’m glad to see you two are doing better.” You smiled again, a gesture that Wanda reciprocated softly.

“Thank you.”

“It’s nothing. Really.” Glancing at the clock in the wall, you panicked. “God, I’m gonna be so late! I’m so sorry this was cut short, Wanda.”

“Don’t worry about it. Now go before you miss class.” The girl laughed as you hastily stood up and hugged her, before running out of the cafe.

Fortunately, the morning seemed to pass by fairly quickly. Sooner than you expected, it was the end of your last class of the day, and you were gathering your things to leave when someone coughed to get your attention. Looking over your shoulder, you groaned under your breath, mentally preparing for what was about to come.

“Do you need something?” You gritted out, still not turning to face your ex, who wouldn’t take the hint and leave you alone.

“Don’t be like that, I just wanna talk with you for a bit.” You rolled your eyes. It was always the same.

“Didn’t you hear me last time? There’s nothing to talk about.” You nearly hissed, turning to leave but you were forced back one more time.

“Come on, maybe if yo-”

“There you are!” A familiar voice cut in, and before you could register what was happening, Wanda was clinging to your arm as she planted a quick kiss on your cheek. “Just go with it for now, okay?” She whispered in your ear before pulling away slightly. “Sorry for interrupting, I just missed you a lot.” She pouted, leaning even further into you.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t mean to make you wait.” You answered smoothly, watching as Wanda bit back an amused smile at your ex’s dumbfounded expression.

“Who are you?”

“I’m her girlfriend, is there a problem?” Wanda said, quirking a brow.

“N-no, not at all… I, uh- I gotta go. See you, (Y/N).”

Both of you watched as she picked up her things and hurriedly left the room.

“How did you know she-”

“I was waiting for you outside and Nat told me.” The sokovian girl giggled, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

“Well, thanks for saving me, love.” You teased, taking your things and letting her pull you out of the building.

“Oh, it was nothing, darling. Glad to help.” She bit back, and both of you bursted out laughing.

You couldn’t be more grateful, and you weren’t afraid to admit that her visit made your day better. Wanda, being the amazing friend she is, kept showing up from time to time. She even brought you cups of coffee or tea, and sometimes a little snack that she knew you loved.

All your friends could see that her presence made you seem less tense, as your ex didn’t dare corner you again after classes. This little situation got you two closer and closer, getting to the point where you got this warm feeling in your chest every time she wrapped an arm around your waist, or hugged you as a greeting followed by a kiss on the cheek.

It didn’t take long for you to realise that you were falling for her.

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

“Thanks for coming today, Wanda.” You smiled, taking the offered cup of tea and wrapping an arm around the girl’s shoulders as she sat by your side on the couch.

“It’s nothing, I had a feeling you needed a distraction.” She replied, briefly glancing at the mountain of papers in your desk, waiting for you to finish them. “So, what movie are we watching today?”

“That’s up to you. I’m too tired to think of anything else today…”

“You could use some sleep.” Wanda scolded lightly, moving so she was facing you. You shook your head, reassuring her that you were fine and could still stay awake. 

She didn’t look entirely convinced, but shrugged it off and picked a random movie. You tried hard to fight the tiredness, though your efforts weren’t enough as halfway through it, you noticed your eyes slowly closing. Finally admitting defeat, you let your head fall on Wanda’s shoulder, who just giggled and tossed a blanket over you.

“Sleep well, (Y/N/N).” She whispered, moving a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“Thanks, Wands. I love you…” You mumbled without thinking. When Wanda looked over at you, you were suddenly wide awake. “I- That just-”

“Did you mean it?” She asked, trying to stop your fidgeting hands. You swallowed hard under her scrutinizing gaze, trying to think of a suitable answer. You couldn’t just tell her that you meant it. She was your friend, she wasn’t interested in you. At least not like that, right?!

You were too caught up in your thoughts to notice Wanda coming closer, until she carefully brushed her lips against yours briefly, pulling away almost immediately. That simple gesture made you freeze, mind going completely blank as you stared at Wanda’s green eyes.

“(Y/N)...”

“Y-yeah?” You stuttered, finally coming out of your trance-like state.

“Did you mean it?” She asked again, and this time you couldn’t help it.

“Yes, I did…” You confessed, gaze locked on her as you wondered if this was the right decision.  

“Good.” She smiled, before pulling you into another kiss, this time a longer one.

It wasn’t rushed. Just a sweet, loving kiss that showed how much you loved each other. It showed how happy you were by the other’s side. It showed everything you felt for the sokovian girl, and how she reciprocated those feelings.

“I love you too, (Y/N/N).” Wanda whispered once you separated, and stood up. “Now come on, you’re exhausted. You need to rest.”

“But-”

“Nope, you’re not allowed to complain.”

She pulled you up and knowing better than to fight her, you let her guide you to your room, where she pushed you to the bed and then proceeded to lay on top of you.

“Now, sleep.” She ordered, snuggling deeper into your chest.

“Fiiiine…” You grumbled, feeling her giggle at your antics. “Love you.”

“Love you too.”

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[isolagangstar]

SUMMER 2K21 SPECIAL

For my sake please pretend that this came out a few weeks ago. Thaaaaanks. Also yes I did rip off Miami Vice and I’m proud of it.

Our ad/short film begins with a shot of Sunset Circuit’s skyline at night and a song that we cannot legally describe here or else we might get sued by the powers that be (though you totally know what’s playing). The air is ripe with excitement as this city’s usual eager partygoers and creatures of the night begin to fill the streets, ready to indulge themselves in whatever vice they wish to explore.

It’s hard not to find yourself almost partially curious over what this city has to offer you. The nightlife here can be likened to a siren song—beckoning you to come in and let yourself fall deep into it’s never ending abyss of self-indulgence and pleasure.

But that’s not what we’re here for exactly just yet.

The skyline then turns into a static shot of a car’s wheel coming straight to the viewer. Soon this transitions into a view of this vehicle’s occupants; Django Foley in the driver’s seat, and one of the many male models who work for GANG✩STAR in the passenger.

As the two make their way towards their destination, the other man takes a glance at Django for a moment, almost as if to find reassurance in his expression that what they’re about to do is the right decision. Yet ultimately he looks back towards the road in front of them, realizing that no matter what the decision has been made and they are to both go through with it.

We cut to another establishing shot of the vehicle driving down the streets of Sunset Circuit before returning to the two occupants once again. The man in the passenger seat begins to load a sawed-off shotgun before Django asks him;

“ How much time we got? ”

He immediately responds with “ Twenty-five minutes. ” before they continue their drive.

The atmosphere remains tense as the music keeps playing. A few establishing shots of their vehicle make it known that not only are they driving in a slick black convertible reminiscent of the ones from a bygone era, but that the city itself seems almost desolate as they have passed no other vehicles out on the street.

Eventually the two park near a telephone booth (which was admittedly very surprising to find) that Django promptly heads over towards to use.

The scene changes to a luxurious penthouse that could only be described as both sensible and extremely decadent as if this was bought using drug money.

An incredibly beautiful woman whose presence is that of a goddess—and is also coincidentally wearing one of this year’s Summer outfits—then enters the scene, picking up a nearby phone that had been ringing these last few seconds.

“ Hello? ” she answers. The voice on the other line calls out her name, Medb, before she replies back with “ Django? ”.

“ I need to know something, Medb. ” A pause. He’s hesitant, but he needs to know before he sets himself out to put his life on the line. “ The way we used to be together... I.. I don’t mean lately, but before—it was real, wasn’t it? ”

For a moment Medb says nothing. However it should be noted that this isn’t out of hesitancy like Django, but more so out of surprise. Before long she answers his question with a firm and confident response, yet keeps her tone low as she would have back then in their more intimate moments.

“ Yeah, it was. You bet it was. ”

The shot turns back to Django in the phone booth where you can overhear Medb ask him if there was something wrong. There’s another brief pause as the music begins to swell before Django simply tells her;

“ Nothing, Medb. ” He then hangs up the phone and returns to the convertible, driving off towards the mission that lies ahead.

As the song that was definitely legally licensed begins to reach it’s peak, the scene transitions towards the convertible arriving at a beach party where dozens upon dozens of guests are all clad in outfits reminiscent of the 1980′s, yet with a bit of a modern twist to them.

Following this we get a series of shots of different models at the party showcasing what people can expect in this year’s Summer Collection from GANG✩STAR; casual suits, swimwear, street clothes, each and every item a throwback to a time of extreme decadence and vibrant colors. An era in which criminals were brazen and ruthless in ways never seen before.

This was a time in which vice ruled with an iron grip, and as Django passes his way through crowds—his partner-in-crime alongside him—that is exactly what drives him to committing a hit out in public.

Yet before we even see a single shot, the screen turns to black as a logo evocative of the typeface you’d find back then forms to spell out VICE: A GANG✩STAR COLLECTION.

Cue the usual social media links and this ad telling you how all of this is now available for purchase.

[ayellowcurtain]

Can you write a broerrrs video chat with Sander! I love your fics so much

Thaaaaank you, sweet anon!!! <3

-

Robbe inhales, bitting inside his lower lip, knowing he’ll not hear the end of it once he declines to go out with the boys again to go out with Sander instead. “Sander and I are going for a run tomorrow, sorry, boys.”

Moyo frowns, laughing and looking into the camera of his computer, sitting closer. “ What the fuck?! Are you two trying to turn into fucking professional athletes now or you just fuck a lot and don’t have the balls to admit it?”

Robbe looks at his boyfriend, finally looking at his camera, leaving whatever he’s sketching off camera for a second. They’re not together, but he can almost feel how annoyed he gets with Moyo’s comment.

“No, bro. It’s a little bit of both, sorry you’re still alone, even after quarantine.”

Jens opens his mouth as wide as he can, clapping his hands and Aaron laughs out loud even though Robbe is almost sure he didn’t pay enough attention to know what they’re laughing about.

“Since when Robbe plays tennis? Or goes on runs?” Jens asks after a second of awkwardness.

He’s not wrong, Robbe was never the sporty type, he just skates and not to practice sport, mostly to go around the city and to escape himself sometimes, mostly the first these days.

“Since he met me and we wanted to be together as soon as the quarantine was over,” Sander says a little too ironically and Robbe wishes they were close so he could nudge Sander to make him stop. There’s always this tension between him and Jens, Milan says it’s jealousy, but Robbe can’t believe it would be that. Maybe overprotectiveness, one thinking the other is not good enough for Robbe.

“Since I got bored inside and needed any excuse I could find to get out...” Robbe tries to say the same Sander did but in a nicer way.

He notices how Sander rolls his eyes and goes back to his drawing and how Jens raises his eyebrows, annoyingly nodding his head.

“I wish Amber would want to come play tennis in my bed,” Aaron says out of nowhere, and in any other opportunity, Robbe would be annoyed, but today he’s a little relieved Aaron changed the subject.

Jens relaxes again and teases Aaron with Moyo about how he’s not taking care of his balls and racquet and Robbe has to roll his eyes.

[swissboyhisch]

My Family

Pair: Auston Matthews x Reader

Requested: Yes/No Can you please write an Auston Matthews one, where he is dating a girl with a baby boy? Thaaaaanks so much!

Word Count: 1181

A/N: (Y/S/N) = Your Sister’s Name. Sorry it’s long. I got into it a bit too much.

Warnings: Mention of rape and drugging

SWISSBOYHISCH MASTERLIST

After having a baby at 18, you haven’t been in the dating and party scene for a while. Well, that was until you met Auston again a few years. You had known Auston since you were kids, being friends up until he was drafted. After the draft, you both had drifted apart, not talking since he left for Buffalo. It was prom season and your sister asked if you could help her get ready for Prom while your friend, Alex, helped her little sister, Breyana. Of course, you said yes. You were going to hire a babysitter but Ema, who had helped you a lot through the pregnancy, said not to worry and that she would look after Finn while you did (Y/S/N)’s hair and makeup. When you arrived, you were shocked to see Auston answer the door.

“Uh hi?”

“Hey, Auston. I’m here to do (Y/S/N)’s hair and makeup for Prom,” You inform the hockey player, adjusting Finn on your hip.

“Hijo! Let (Y/N) in,” You hear Ema shout from somewhere in the house, most likely in the kitchen knowing Ema.

Auston stepped to the side, allowing you to enter the Matthew’s family home, “(Y/N)? You have a kid?”

Ema entered the foyer where you and Auston were awkwardly standing, “(Y/N) Darling, how are you?”

“I’m fine Ema,” You smile, bouncing baby Finn, “How are you?”

“I’m great,” Ema smiles, holding out her arms so she can look after Finn. “Let me look after this cutie while you go help the girls.”

You pass Ema Finn and give her his bag before kissing her cheek, “Thanks, Ema.”

She just ushers you off, up the stairs. You walked up the stairs, to the room where the three girls were preparing.

“(Y/N)!” Alex grins, hugging her close friend. “Let’s get started shall we?”

Breyana and (Y/S/N) sat down on their chairs, allowing yourself and Alex to start on their makeup. It took about an hour and a half for both you and Alex to finish the girls' makeup. Once they had that done, Bre and (Y/S/N) went to get their dresses on.

“We’ll head downstairs and wait for you,” Alex informs the two girls, pulling you downstairs to the living room where Ema, Brian and Auston were waiting.

When you entered the room, you say Auston holding Finn, bouncing your little boy on his knees. You couldn’t help smile at the sight. It was something that always bugged you in the back of your mind, Finn not having a father figure in his life.

“Is this okay?” Auston asked, whilst holding Finn.

“Nope,” Alex states, picking up Finn from her brother’s lap. “Time for some Aunty Alex time.”

You laugh at Alex’s words, taking a seat beside Auston. “How’s Toronto treating you?”

“It’s been amazing,” Auston smiles, nodding his head. “Who’s the father? Anyone, I know?”

The room went quiet at Auston’s question. How you got pregnant isn’t exactly something you liked to share with others. But Auston was a close friend. Yes, you haven’t talked for a while, but still close.

“I was uh… drugged and raped at a party,” You admit to Auston, looking over at Alex holding Finn. “He got charged for it last month. Won’t be getting out anytime soon hopefully.”

Auston went silent before wrapping an arm around your shoulder, rubbing your arm trying to comfort you. You laid your head on his shoulder, just soaking in his presence. “I’m here if you need me. Just call me, even when I’m back in Toronto.”

-

You held Finn on your hip as Auston grabbed his hockey bag from the car. It was the Winter Classic family skate today and Auston wanted you and Finn to come with him so he had some family there.

“You excited buddy?” Auston asks Finn, taking him from your arms.

Finn nods excitedly, “Yes. Yes. Yes.”

You had been dating Auston since the end of the Summer last year, the year you both reunited at the Matthew’s Arizona family home. You follow Auston into the Leaf’s change room where players and family were wandering in and out of the change rooms. Auston indicated for you to sit down in his stall, allowing him to tie your skates.

“Can he skate this year?” Auston pleads.

Auston had pleaded last year for him to get Finn into some skates and get him on the ice but then you said no because you thought he was too young. Auston had settled for being able to carry the baby around as he skated around with his teammates. But this year, you decided that Auston could finally take Finn out to skate.

“Yeah, you can teach him how to skate.”

Auston was ecstatic about finally being able to teach Finn how to skate. He and Finn were jumping around together, excited about skating together. Once you all had put on more layers of clothes to battle the cold and Auston had tied Finn’s skates, the three of you made your way out onto the ice rink.

“(Y/N)!” You hear Mitch shout from his spot on the ice with Steph and Willy.

Steph immediately skates towards you, Auston and Finn who was placed down on the ice. Steph, Lexi and you stand to watch the boys teaching Finn how to skate.

“Finn, buddy, come here!”

You watch as Finn takes a few steps over to Auston who laughs and held Finn's hands. “You can’t step buddy. You have to glide. Like this.”

Watching Auston with Finn, always made you fall more in love with Auston. You were surprised when Auston asked you on a date. You hadn’t gone on a date for months and you were told by your loving parents (Note the sarcasm) no-one loved a kid who wasn’t theirs. But Auston was the love of your life and the best father figured for Finn that could ever come along.

“Daddy! Stop!” You here Finn shout, making you freeze.

You and Auston looked at each other, shocked that Finn had called Auston daddy. But you smiled lightly, happy that Finn thought Auston was his father. When he was older you would tell him the truth but you wanted him to have the best possible life.

“Not going to happen kiddo,” Auston grins, pulling Finn along a bit faster.

Steph smiles, nudging her best friend, “Go join the two.”

You grinned, skating over to where your boyfriend and son were skating together. Auston smiled, letting go of one of Finn’s hands, allowing you to grab her son’s hand. The couple skated with their child between them. Finn went to fall but Auston quickly scooped him up into his arms. Once Finn was secure in Auston’s arms, Auston wrapped an arm around your shoulder.

“I love you guys,” Auston mumbles, kissing your forehead then one to Finn.

“I love you too Daddy,” Finn grins, wrapping his small arms around Auston’s neck.

This was a moment you wanted to live in forever. This was your family.

[axiasprompts]

Gideon the Ninth Sentence Starters

“Because I completely fucking hate you. No offence.” “It’s almost like you want me to leave here forever. Ohhhh shit, you absolutely do though.” “Come here, and I’ll black your eyes for you and knock you dead.” “I did offer him stupendous work of a titty nature, and he got offended.” “I guess I’ll disgrace you. I feel like I was born into it. I’m naturally demeaning.” “A single word from me and you’re brought back in cuffs.” “My parents should have smothered you.” “I hate it when you act like a butt-touched nun.” “Don’t hypothetically shove stuff up my butt again, it never does any good.” “The only job I’d do for you would be if you wanted someone to hold the sword as you fell on it.” “Oh, I have hurt your heart.” “I have patently not agreed to this shit.” “I came prepared, my sweet.” “Pinup rags aren’t literature, [X].” “All you need to know is that you’ll do what I say, or I’ll mix bone meal in with your breakfast and punch my way through your gut.” “Yo. Step off.” “Your parents must have been so relieved to die.” “Please don’t be cross. You know your brain can only deal with one emotion at a time.” “[X], do not  talk about me being five. Do not tell anyone this story.” “Good evening! Weather still excellent!” “What’s with the skulls?” “I kept my head down and I didn’t start shit. So if you could see your way to being even ten percent less salty with me, that’d be just terrific.” “The arms kind of looked like swords. I want to fight it.” “But first, [X], I’m afraid I have to pass out.” “[X]...how big are your biceps?” “I must no longer accept being a stranger to you.” ”I need you to trust me.” “I need you to be trustworthy.” “Oh, whoops, my bad. For a moment I thought you weren’t a huge bitch.” “It’s said they all died screaming.” “That’s all it takes, [X]? That’s all you demand? This is the complex mystery the lies in the pit of your psyche?” “Sorry your clothes melted.” “I just had a near-death experience, let me have my little moment.” “You’re fine. Shouldn’t be. But you’re fine.” “I’m taking that as a very witty joke and want it to be known that I laughed.” “Wake up, assmunch, I want to yell at you.” “Why, [X]! You’re a ginger!” “With all respect: piss off.” “We duel. I name the time, you name the place. The time is now.” “Then maybe I’ll throw it out the fucking window.” “If you want to cast me as the villain, do it. I’m trying to save our lives.” “Don’t feel bad, sweetheart-- what can you do?” “I should’ve stayed home and gotten married.” “And trailing differs from stalking how?” “I appreciate it, my crepsucular queen.” “Run! Don’t fight it, RUN--” “Fidelity! Fidelity! Fidelity!” “[Xe] needs me. [Xe] could still be alive.” “You’re exhausted, you’re in shock, and you look like hot puke.” “You can ‘could have’ and ‘should have’ yourself back into last week...back into the womb...but you didn’t...that’s the way it is.” “That’s always the worst of it...not knowing what happened.” “If you lie, I’ll mummify you.” “I came here when they asked me...because I wanted to...even though I knew I came here to die.” “Whatever happened to ‘one flesh, one end’?” “I’m the fakest-ass fake who ever faked.” “I don’t want a bunch of synonyms, you smarmy cloud-looking motherfucker.” “You are the tool of your oppressors. The lock on your own collar.” “Why? I mean, that’s boss, but why?” “Nooooo thaaaaanks.” “I said ‘saddle up, sunshine’.” “I’m sorry, I don’t hate you, I just kind of hate me right now.” “I promised to fight for you. You promised me my freedom.” “Fuck you. Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.” “You may hate me all you wish; I still don’t even remember you half the time.” “Stand in front of a window now and I’ll do the hard part.” “Once upon a time you would’ve taken everything I said as gospel.” “The next time we meet, I think it’s likely one of us will die.” “All I ask is that you put some pen and paper in my cell so I can start on my memoirs.” “We both made decisions that led to bad things happening.” “[X], you’re getting hangry. Let’s go find some food.” “If xe wanted to watch the world burn-- wouldn’t we all be alight?” “Shut up and get in the pool.” “This is it. This is go time.” “If my heart had a dick, you would kick it.” “[X], don’t make me drown myself.” “Gross. Ick. The worst. What can I say to that? What the fuck can I say to all that?” “There is no future without me.” “And do you think you’re worth it?” “I am a war crime.” “They thought I’d betrayed God.” “You say that you’re sorry when I have spent my life destroying you? I ate you alive, and you have the temerity to tell me that you’re sorry?” “Why must I be born so attractive?” “Don’t you look at me. Don’t you fucking dare look at me.” “See you on the other side, sugarlips.”

[alexajanecollins]

Broken Bones, Happy Endings - part 8

Since the last part ended a bit aprubt, crazy and unexpected, I decided you all deserved a very long next part. Hope you like it & let me know what you think! 

@chilly-me-softly @cam-blog98 @savingprivatecass @rubytersteege @the-villa-x @madders-b-chilly @englandfranceteam715

Previous parts can be find on here.

“Jesus Christ.” You sigh. “Ben, I got to go.” You say ending the call, not even waiting for answer of him. You were confused at what just had happened parking your car safely on the side of the road. “Did someone call an ambulance already?” You hear a man shout while rushing towards the three cars that got into a car crash straight in front of you. “I am calling.” You say loud enough for him to hear while getting out of your car closing the door. “They are on the way.” You say after some minutes of talking on the phone with some medic, walking towards one of the cars, asking if the women behind the wheel was feeling alright since her car wasn’t damaged that much.

“My neck hurts a lot.” The woman says while looking at you for a second, completely in shock. “Please, check on my baby.” She says in a silent cry as she couldn’t move from the pain. “Don’t move, you’ll make it worse, wait till the ambulance arrives.” You say walking around the car opening the door where her son sat in his car chair. “Hey little one, are you alright?” You ask smiling a little as you realised the little boy had no clue what just had happened as he was giggling at you. “Can I take him out?” You ask the women and she nods with a smile. “Please do.” She says and you smile picking the little boy up in your arms holding him against you seeing the ambulance arrive at the scene.

Ben had been worried sick ever since you ended the call abruptly like that. Not really knowing what to do, he decided to search for your dad, maybe he had more information about the whole situation already. Ben had find him in the dressing rooms hallway telling him about the call, your dad having no clue what he was talking about. “The minute I know something I will get you off the field, try to focus on your game now.” He says tapping him on the shoulder as the game was going to start in any minute now. “How can I focus? I have no idea if she is fine, injured or whatever.” Ben says a bit in panic, looking at your dad. “Ben, if it was something very bad, they would have called me already. Stop worrying.” Your dad tried to calm him down, walking with him down the hallway back to his dressing room. “I promise to let you know when I know.” He says once again and then leaves Ben again as he was needed in his own teams dressing room.

The game had started already when you were still at the scene of the accident, talking with a police officer as he wanted your statement on a piece of paper, wanting to know what you had seen happening of the accident so they could figure out what had happened exactly. “Thank you for your statement, I would like you to have yourself checked by a paramedic quickly and then you are good to know.” The police officer smiles looking around pointing at one of the ambulances that was still present at the scene for you to head towards there for your check-up. “Take a seat love, any pain somewhere?” The nurse asks you as you take a seat inside of the ambulance. “No, just a bit surprised I guess.” You say holding your phone in your hand.

“Where are you off to?” She asks while checking your blood pressure. “The stadium, my boyfriend is playing for Leicester tonight.” You explain. “Against the team my dad trains.” You add with a giggle. “Ohh interesting.” She smiles with a nod. “I hope you are still on time for the second half, you can go. All good.” She says handing you some papers. “Thank you. Have a nice evening.” You say holding the papers she handed you in your hand together with the copy of your police statement. And when you get back in your car you decide to call your dad, knowing he would be more able to pick up his phone than Ben would be.  

“What has happened? Ben told me, but in full panic and I couldn’t figure it all out.” You dad laughs a little the minute he picks up the phone, his attention still focused on the game. “Yeah sorry.” You say while you start driving again, moving passed the accident scene back onto the road, continuing your ride towards the stadium. “We were calling and then all off a sudden three cars in front of me got in an accident and I needed to do everything possible not to collide with them, really managed to try out my car breaks the fullest.” You explain while focussing on the road so you wouldn’t miss your exit. “But you are fine? Nothing wrong? And the car as well?” He asks glad you were alright by the sound of your voice. “Yeah, just shaken up a bit. I have good reflexes.” You say with a laugh. “I am almost at the stadium btw, I’ll make it to the second half.” You add looking at the time your GPS calculated as your arrival time. “Okay, good, come down to the tunnel, I’ll meet you there.” He adds saying a quick goodbye as you end the call.

Your dad quickly walks towards the Leicester’s training explaining the situation a little, and that’s when the men realises that must have been the reason for Bens bad playing right now, calling the player to the side. Ben is quickly to head to the side of the field the minute he sees your dad with his trainer, a panic look on his face. “No need to worry, she is fine, has no injury nor in the car crashed. She is almost here.” You dad explains and the boy sigh of relief finally, holding his hand on his chest. “Now go back to your real self on the field, we need you.” His trainer says tapping his back as Ben turns around and heads back to his spot on the field, showing thumbs up to James as he knew about the whole situation already, the boy smiling with a nod, glad nothing extremely bad had happened.

You had arrived at the stadium pretty much after the phone call and the minute you had parked your car you finally feel safe again. A sigh coming from you as you still didn’t process what just had happened as you were shocked at how fast your reaction was to make sure you were safe yourself and didn’t got involved. A quick glance at the papers on the dashboard before you get out of the car, walking straight to the back entrance showing the access pass you received earlier from Ben, even though your name was on the list as well since your dad put you onto it. The walk down to the tunnel was short and you could see the field already from the end of the hallway. A smile on your face as the unknown stadium felt like home, proudness coming over you as you realised your dad was part of this amazing team now.

The whistle sound coming from the field clearly announcing the end of the first half when you walk onto the field moving aside as some of the players were heading down the tunnel already to get to the dressing room for the break. “Hey, you are here.” Your dad smiles pulling you in a quick hug. “You alright?” He asks as you nod with a small smile. “What’s the score?” You ask looking around for a second. “Already one-nil, for the home team.” He says with a smile. “Nice.” You say congratulating him on the point already. “Thaaaaank god you are here.” You suddenly hear Bens voice, his arms wrapped around you before you could say something. “Never, ever end a call with me like that ever again.” He says seriously holding his hands on your cheeks making you look at him. “Never.” You say with a small smile as he finally kissed you.

“I am sorry, really, but I had no idea what was happening and the only thing I was thinking was to not crash myself into those cars.” You explain walking inside of the tunnel with him. “I really didn’t know what to do after my car came to a halt.” You add while looking at him. “Jez, I need the full story after the game okay.” He says rubbing his thumb over your cheek. “Gosh, I am so glad you are here.” He says once again still looking at you. “Me too, believe me.” You sigh wrapping your arms around him, your emotions finally taking over as you relaxed in his arm, some tears running down your cheeks as you covered your face against him. “sush, babe, you are here now, all safe, everything is fine.” He says moving his hand up and down your back swaying your bodies a little. You sigh wiping your cheeks while moving away from him. “Now go focus okay, you can’t let the other team win.” You say trying to sound serious a smile on your face as he giggles. “Will do that specially for you.” He says quickly kissing you again as someone called him inside of the dressing room. “I will meet you after the game.” He says and disappears in the dressing room to prepare for the second half of the game.

Before you realised the game came to an end, the ending score ending in a draw, both teams having played their very best. You sat down with some of your dad’s staff on the bench near the field, having the best view of the game. After the game, you had been talking with your dad a little longer until Ben came to join you both. “I ehm, am not really feeling the need of driving home so I have a suggestion.” You say turning towards Ben. “Tell me.” He nods placing his bag down fixing the watch on his wrist. “Or you don’t go with the team bus back home and drive my car, instead of me.” You explain. “Or we stay over at my dad’s place and head home tomorrow.” You add looking at him.

“If your dad doesn’t mind, I would like to choose to stay the night. I am exhausted and wanted to use the bus drive to sleep.” He explains while looking at you. “All fine. I rather have you both over than having to send her on the road again this late.” Your dad smiles handing you the keys to his place already telling you the address since you haven’t been to his place ever since he had moved. “Thank you.” Ben smiles with a nod putting his bag over his shoulder already. “Make yourself at home, I have to handle some things over here before I can leave home.” Your dad says saying you both goodbye heading towards his office together with some members of the staff. “Do you mind driving?” You ask biting your lip while looking at him. “I can drive for this part yes.” He nods taking the car keys from you holding your hand while walking out of the stadium towards your car.

“What are those?” He asks taking the papers from your dashboard once he gets inside of the car. “Ohh, statement papers and check-up papers from the accident.” You explain fastening your seatbelt. “Right.” He nods quickly looking through them before handing them back to you. “High blood pressure hu. Very understandable.” He laughs while starting the car. “You try stay calm after witnessing an accident.” You sigh looking at him. “Babe, I am joking, don’t worry.” He says while leaving the parking lot, following the instruction of your GPS to head towards your dad’s address. “Jez, this place is huge.” You say while looking at the building, a smile on your face as you spotted another unknown car on the driveway.

“See, I knew he had a new girlfriend.” You say tapping Bens arm with a laugh. “What a way of meeting us.” Ben laughs while getting out of the car, and it didn’t take long before the two of you are met up with a friendly lady in the house, a moment of awkwardness quickly over as you introduced yourselves to each other, the women already knowing who you are as your dad had told about you many times before. “Your dad already texted me you were staying the night so I made the guest room all ready for you.” She says with a smile leading you the way. “Thank you.” You say with a smile yourself thanking her for everything taking a seat on the bed. “Friendly lady.” Ben says closing the door once the women leaves, taking a seat next to you kicking off his shoes laying down on the bed. “That’s what he deserves.” You say looking at him for a second laying down yourself. “I think we should explore this city tomorrow.” You suggest looking at him. “Sounds good, but first sleep.” He says pulling you into a hug, the both of you too tired to even change falling asleep in each others arms minutes after you both moved against the pillows. 

[dr-passionate-production]

"Alright, is everyone ready?"

"Ya fucking betcha! Team Cupid is Ready to go!" Orange bag in hand, Lola bounced excitedly on her heels with a bright smile on her face. Magnolia nodded, her hand gripping tightly onto Amai's in hopes of keeping her grounded. The latter, happy to hold her friend's hand, smiled. She only needed the three to help her make the treats but seeing them so willing to help her deliver them all put a fuzzy feeling inside of her.

"You guys remember the plan, right?"

"Nope!"

Kenji, the head of their little mission, sighed. "You're going to take this note," he held a white envelope to the volcanologist, its pink heart sticker staring up at her. "And set it on Kamiya-san's desk. The note asks her to meet Maggie at the giant tree on the east wing at 1. That should us enough for us three to get through at least half of Amai's friends. After you deliver the note, you can go do your thing. Got it?"

Standing stiff, Lola raised a salute, her breath held as she nodded. "Yes sir!"

Kenji then turned to his fellow redhead. "Once it hits around 12:50, Maggie and I will head down to the tree. So we'll probably be leaving you alone, Amai. Sorry."

The mute held up a thumbs up. It's okay!

"Wait why are you goin' with Magnolia?"

"Just in case.. I'm gonna be hiding so they can't see me. But if things go south for any reason, I'll be there to help."

Finally he locked eyes with Magnolia, his expression hardening. He still very much had his doubts about this. The two had yet to speak to one another and, for all he knows, Mizuki probably haven't even seen her before. Did she even know that she was a sukeban? Would she be okay mixing with that type of crowd? What if she got hurt trying to be a part of their gang or for just associating with them? The fear of her getting hurt again ate at him like a starving man.

"Are you ready..?" He did little to hide the worry in his voice.

Letting go of Amai's hand, she whispered a shaky "yes". She was as ready as she could be, with her palm red from how tightly she held onto the mute's hand and the note card tucked into the pocket of her jeans. Everyone knew that she wouldn't be able to get her words out without the card, so they agreed to let her keep it on her for when she needs. They were all so nice to her, even after everything she started the first time she came. After all the bullying Kenji had to go through. After, well.. Just.. Everything.! No amount of money could repay the kindness they've given her and she hated every last bit of that. She wanted to make it up to them, to him.

Without warning, she closed the gap between them, her arms wrapped tightly around his chest as she rested her chin against his shoulder.

"Thank you..."

Kenji stiffened from the contact, holding his arms up to avoid touching her out of surprise. Acting as if he's never gotten a heartfelt hug before, he glanced at his classmates for help. They just smiled before rushing over to the two and wrapped their arms around the two.

"Thaaaaank you Kenjiiiiii~!"

Thank you~!!

Of course they would, he mentally sighed.

"You're welcome.."

[helloalycia]

fake dating [four] // brie larson

summary: a few days in and you're stuck in dance lessons and trying to prove to your obnoxious cousin that you and Brie are together. What could go wrong?

warning/s: none.

author's note: sorry if it's a little short!

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          "You're kidding, right?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at my mum. She never failed to surprise me. "I can dance!"

         "I never said you couldn't," she said, her attention on a guest list. "It's supposed to be fun, Y/N. I booked it for Isaac and I, you and Brie, my sister, Naomi, Kieran and their partners. What's wrong with some dance lessons to help you out when it comes to the wedding reception?"

         "The dance lessons bit," I pointed out. "And the bit where Naomi and Kieran are there. Oh, yeah, and the bit where it's happening later on this afternoon. And again tomorrow."

         "All in time for the wedding at the end of the week," she said, finally meeting me eyes with a knowing look. "Quit complaining. You'll love it. You should go tell Brie. I'm sure she'll love it, too!"

         I rolled my eyes. "Do we get a choice?"

         "Not really, now shoo, you're distracting me," she said, shoving me gently.

         I sighed and left her to her own devices, deciding to go find Brie. It was still early in the morning, so she'd be at the hotel's gym doing her workout. I didn't know much, just that it was part of her nine month training to help prepare her for the part of Captain Marvel. She'd promised her personal trainer she'd keep up with it, so she'd been going once every day since we got here a few days ago.

         I headed to the gym, having to ask three different people for directions because I'd never been there and hadn't really planned on it. I didn't even know the hotel had a gym until Brie asked when we first checked in.

         When I got there, the gym had like eight people in it, as expected. I mean, who exercises on holiday? I saw Brie by the weights, a man next to her spot checking as she lifted the heavy bar. I approached them and tried not to choke on my own spit when I saw her lifting the weight with ease. How hadn't I noticed how strong she was before?

         "Is that Y/N?" Brie asked, her eyes not leaving her spot on the ceiling.

         "Yeah," I managed to get out, distracted by her muscles. I tried not to ogle, but she was wearing a sleeveless shirt and her muscles were literally rippling under the pressure of the weights. Now that I paid attention, I realised how fit she was.

         "Okay, I'm stopping now," Brie said, having help from the tall guy to put the bar on the stand. She sat up and smiled at the man. "Thanks, Jack."

         Jack saluted and left the two of us, giving me a friendly smile as he walked past. Brie breathed out and grabbed her water bottle, taking serval gulps before looking to me.

         "Everything okay?" she asked, grabbing her sweat towel and wiping her face.

         Okay, was Brie always this hot or what? Did I miss something? Pretending to be girlfriend was clouding my judgement. She was my friend. I was being weird, right?

         I shook it off and cleared my throat. "Yeah, everything's cool. How's your workout going?"

         She grinned. "It's awesome. Not as good without my trainer, but Jack is one of the trainers here at the hotel and he's been helping me out a little. Gotta stay on track if I'm gonna be kicking superhero butt, right?"

         I chuckled. "True. Well, I actually came to tell you that we have dance lessons this afternoon."

         Brie almost choked on her water. "Come again?"

         "You heard me," I said, laughing now. "My mum thought it would be 'fun' to have dance lessons. Us, her and Isaac, my auntie, and thing one and thing two with their partners."

         Brie laughed. "Don't call them that, Y/N."

         "Sorry, I meant dumb and dumber."

         Brie gave me a knowing smile. "Well, it does sound fun. And I could use the lessons. I'm a terrible dancer."

         "You're not. And we can probably get out of it if you say you don't wanna go," I pointed out.

         "But I want to go," she replied with a small smile. "Worst comes to worst, we laugh at your cousins, right?"

         I thought about it for a moment, a mischievous smile forming on my lips. "Very true."

         She laughed before checking her watch. "I'll be done in like half an hour then we can grab some brunch and head down. Sound good?"

         I nodded. "Okay, have fun with... this." I motioned to the gym, making her laugh. I felt my stomach flip at the sound.

         "Thanks," she said, rolling her eyes playfully.

         I left her to it, heading back up to my room to grab my book and go to the beach, but I ended up bumping into none other than Naomi. If it were up to me, I would've just kept walking, but she thought to have an actual conversation, unfortunately.

         "Y/N, how are things?" she asked, her obnoxious grin on her lips.

         "I saw you yesterday," I said bluntly. "Things are fine since you asked that. Yesterday."

         She swallowed hard, and I could see her resisting the urge to roll her eyes. "Where's Brie?"

         I sighed. "She's at the gym. Look, is this important? I kinda have stuff to do."

         "Quite the engagement party your mum threw yesterday," she said, her smile fading. "Lovely words exchanged between your mum and you and Brie."

         I raised an eyebrow. "Your point is?"

         She clenched her jaw and stepped forward, getting in my face and forcing me to stumble back.

         "Look, you can lick your mum's arse all you want, but we all know she doesn't like you," she said angrily, glaring at me. "I don't care what you do, you're not getting the firm."

         I pulled a face. "What the hell are you talking about?"

         She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. "Don't play dumb, though I know that mustn't be hard for you."

         I clenched my fists, trying ever so hard not to punch her right now.

         "There's something up with you and I'm going to find out what it is," she continued, studying me. "I think you're lying. Your mum is only showing mild interest in you because of Brie."

         I froze momentarily, feeling caught. She couldn't know, could she?

         "Excellent move, I must admit," she said, smiling devilishly. "Bringing a famous girlfriend to meet the parents. Talk about expert arse licking. But it won't work. I see right through you. And so will your mum. She's not going to give you the firm. I deserve it. And she'll see that."

         "What the hell are you going on about?!" I asked with exasperation. "Why do you keep mentioning the firm?!"

         "Don't act like you don't know!" she argued right back. "I'm going to find out what you're hiding. And your mum will see what a failure you are and you won't get the firm when she retires. She'll give it to Kieran and I, like we deserve. Good luck hiding."

         I furrowed my eyebrows as she walked past me, nudging my shoulder purposely. I was angry at her for saying such hurtful things, but I was too confused to snap at her. My mum was retiring? And wanted to give me the firm? Why would she do that?

         I shook my head and headed to my room, a million questions running through my mind still. But more importantly, I had to make sure Brie and I didn't get discovered by Naomi. That wouldn't look so good...

***

         Brie and I went to the hotel's ballroom that afternoon to find everyone already there, standing around and talking between each other. Some were stretching, others were on their phones, as if they were waiting for us. Oops? I saw the dance teacher stood in the corner, messing with her phone and a speaker.

         "They're here!" my mum shouted with delight when she saw us approaching. "We can begin!"

         "Ah, ladies, thank you for coming," the dance teacher said, walking to us. "My name is Yara and I will be your dance teacher for today and tomorrow."

         "Hi," Brie and I greeted in response, Brie a little more enthusiastic than me.

         "Okay, everybody stand with your partner, face to face, please!" Yara instructed, pulling everyone into line.

         "You should have stopped your mother from booking this," Isaac mumbled as he walked past me.

         I laughed at his expression. "Are you serious?"

         Isaac gave me a pleading look before standing in front of my mum who was excited. I stood in front of a smiling Brie, her height a few inches over mine.

         "I'm assuming you all stretched before class, as I asked, so we're going to dive right in," Yara said, circling the room. "We'll start with technique."

         "I don't want to be here," I muttered to Brie, making her grin.

         "Shut up and listen," she ordered playfully.

         "Traditionally, the male leads," Yara explained, "but in the case of two women, you may choose the lead."

         "Bagsy being lead," I said quickly like a child.

         "Thought you didn't want to be here," Brie said, chuckling quietly.

         "Hey, I didn't know I was leading, so," I said with a shrug.

         "I want the lead to rest a hand on the other's back, and another holding their hand," Yara instructed, moving around to help if need be. "The partner should rest their hand on the lead's waist."

         I did as Yara said, placing a hand in Brie's and resting the other on her back. I was surprised to feel how strong and defined it was and widened my eyes subconsciously.

         "Holy shit," I blurted out quietly.

         "You good?" Brie asked, furrowing her eyebrows and smiling with confusion.

         I cleared my throat, nodding a little too enthusiastically. "Yeah, yeah, it's nothing."

         "Closer you two," Yara said, suddenly appearing by our side and pushing our bodies closer together.

         I got a better grasp on Brie's back, making me gasp quietly and look over my shoulder to mumble another "shit" under my breath. Seriously, was she always this strong? Because damn.

         "You sure you're okay?" Brie asked, searching my eyes.

         "Mhm, yeah," I said, nodding and getting over myself. "You've been... you've gotten stronger, haven't you?"

         She suppressed a smile and raised an eyebrow. "Uh, I guess?"

         "That's good," I said, nodding. "Congrats."

         She smiled with confusion. "Thaaaaanks..."

         The rest of the hour was pretty much exactly like that. Me trying not to thirst over Brie's physique and also trying not to stand on her feet because apparently I wasn't as good at dancing as I thought. On the bright side, we'd learnt a basic waltz and had one more lesson tomorrow to fine tune everything. It wasn't as bad as I thought, and having Brie there made me forget how annoying Naomi and Kieran were.

         Especially Naomi, who was eyeballing us whenever she could, as if trying to find a way to disprove our relationship. She was stupid, honestly.

         The next day's lesson went better, this time with myself able to dance with Brie and not have weird, not-friendly thoughts about her. But seriously though. When was she getting so strong and well-defined? I guess I hadn't been paying much attention until she was my 'girlfriend'...

         That evening, after our dance class and a dinner, the hotel were having a fireworks display on the beach, so of course everybody was outside on the sand with their loved ones, staring up at the sky, waiting for the display to start.

         I was sat with Brie, the two of us sat on a towel on the sand, with one blanket wrapped around both of us as we curled up next to each other. Her warmth was tickling my skin and I wasn't complaining one bit – it felt good. She was doing something to me these past few days and I had no idea what, but I liked it.

         "The sky looks so pretty," Brie said with a dreamy voice.

         I looked to her and smiled. She was staring up at the stars with a lovestruck smile, her golden eyes sparkling under the sky. She looked stunning and I felt my stomach flip-flopping at the sight.

         "It does," I said, tearing my eyes away from her and looking to the sky. "I like it out here."

         With you, I wanted to add, but didn't.

         "Me, too," she agreed, before looking to me. "Wait, d'you mean this beach or Hawaii in general?"

         I looked to her, meeting her eyes. "Both. Makes this trip worth it."

         She smiled. "Hawaii is always worth it, difficult family or not."

         I laughed. "True. It's only fun though because I'm not alone."

         She was quiet for a moment, before saying, "Is that your way of telling me you're glad I'm here?"

         I suppressed a smile, feeling her eyes on me. "Yes, it is."

         "Knew it," she mumbled, making me laugh.

         "You know, this whole fake dating thing makes things so easy," I realised aloud. "I mean, people just assume because we're together that we do everything together, so they don't bother pulling us apart. Like we can stay in our room and avoid socialising and they don't question it. We can sit here now and not have to sit with my family because they think we're having a couple-y moment. It's super chill, y'know?"

         Brie chuckled. "I think that's just the perk of having a girlfriend, Y/N, not necessarily faking it."

         I shrugged. "Maybe..."

         She rolled her eyes playfully.

         "Ooh, fireworks are gonna start," I said, shaking her arm a little. "Ssshhh."

         "You're the one speaking," she said, nudging me.

         "Brie!"

         "Oh my god, you're such a child..."

         I watched eagerly as the first firework was lit, shooting into the starry sky and bursting into a pretty burst of blue. It was followed by several more fireworks, all lighting up the sky with an array of colours. Everyone on the beach cheered as the display had officially begun.

         "It's awesome," I said with a grin, looking to Brie.

         She nodded in agreement, mirroring my expression. "It is."

         I glanced around and realised everybody sat with their significant other was kissing them, in celebration of the display. I ignored it, knowing nobody would notice if Brie and I didn't, only to turn and meet Naomi's eyes across the beach. She was sat with her family and boyfriend, but she was eyeballing me curiously now, making me grow nervous.

         "Brie, kiss me," I said quickly, tearing my eyes from Naomi's terrorising ones.

         Brie, who was once distracted by the fireworks display, now tore her gaze from the sky and looked to me with raised eyebrows.

         "What?"

         I glanced at Naomi, seeing a smirk forming on her lips. All I kept thinking about were her words from yesterday, about catching me out. Wanting to prove a point and not raise any suspicion, I leaned forward and smacked my lips against Brie's, kissing her.

         She was taken by surprise, but rested a hand on my waist as I moved my lips against hers. I caressed her cheek, moving closer to feel more comfortable.

         I pulled away after a moment, meeting Brie's eyes and subtly seeing if Naomi was staring still. She was glaring now, her smirk long gone as she turned away. I breathed out in relief and let go of Brie's cheek.

         "That was close," I got out, feeling a lot better, only to realise what I'd done. I looked to Brie, eyes widening a little. "Er, sorry. Everybody was kissing and Naomi saw that we weren't. I couldn't let her think otherwise..."

         Brie was still a little surprised, but nodded her head. She cleared her throat. "It's fine, erm, yeah..."

         She awkwardly turned and looked back up to the sky, admiring the fireworks display. I did the same, moving back a little, suddenly feeling heat radiating between us. My lips were still tingling a little and I realised maybe I wanted to kiss her again.

         She was a really good kisser.

***

         "You okay?" I asked Brie as she was finishing wiping the last of her makeup off in the bathroom mirror.

         "Yeah, why?"

         I shrugged, jumping into the bed. "I dunno. You've just been quiet since..."

         She paused her actions and I saw her eyes flicker to mine in the reflection of the mirror.

         "I'm sorry if I overstepped," I apologised, maintaining eye contact.

         She looked away, looking down at the wipe in her hand. "It's fine, Y/N, you don't need to apologise. It's not weird. I literally agreed to this."

          I nodded. "I know, but I just thought–"

         "I'm fine," she said, smiling at me in the mirror. "You're just seeing things."

         I nodded and watched as she finished wiping her makeup off. She hasn't said much after I kissed her earlier and I was worried I'd upset her or something. But maybe she was right and I was just seeing into things. I mean, it was just a kiss, right? It didn't mean anything to her.

         But it might have meant something to me.

[wittywallflower]

@wolfshadow thaaaaank you. I called into work today and this is definitely a better way to spend my time :D

1) Family vacation that includes Schneider

Penelope really wants to take a family trip before Elena goes off to college because while she is so, so proud of Elena getting into Bryn Mawr, she is already feeling a little panicked about her daughter moving so far away.

But Lydia still hates flying, and Dr. B has been letting Penelope run the office more as he starts to consider retirement, so its hard to find enough time to take a trip before the end of summer

Schneider blasts through a dozen suggestions but especially wants to take them hiking in British Columbia. Not a single Alvarez is interested in that. Most of them grew up in LA, they aren’t exactly one with nature.

He’s kinda sarcastic when he suggests Disneyland because it hardly counts as a trip when its only an hour away, plus its such a cliche, right? Alex is too old to really experience any childlike wonder anymore and Elena never enjoys huge displays of blatant consumerism. She probably has 3 articles at ready discussing the environmental toll of theme parks.

But no one voices a single objection because Penelope’s eyes start shining at the idea of her family in Mickey Mouse ears and she starts imagining (hallucinating?) her kids when they were younger, back when she could barely afford to take them to a street fair let alone Disneyland. Sometimes her papi shows up in the imagined memories; sometimes Victor is there and they had never separated. Weirdly, Schneider is always present in these visions.

Schneider is pumped when Penelope agrees. Yeah, he might have been joking when he suggested it. But he’s totally been to Disneyland like 6 times. All the sights and sounds, the frenetic energy, the sugar overload from all the churros... its like an innocent natural high that doesn’t trigger his addictive personality.

Penelope starts fishing change out of the sofas and recycling cans for extra spending money but Schneider insists on paying. Penelope hates it when he spends money on them like this. Bringing over a load of groceries he is going to eat most of it is one thing, but Disneyland isn’t cheap and even though they are comfortable financially these days, it still feels like charity.

Schneider finds several clever ways around this. He insists he has to treat Elena, a combination farewell and birthday present. Schneider has never been able to shake the feeling that he still owes Alex after that ugly scene in the laundry room so obviously Penelope has to let Schneider do this for him. Dr B has an extra pass to the park he never uses, so Lydia only needs to be kept hydrated.

They’re a little worried about how Lydia will manage all the walking until Alex shows her a couple viral videos of older folks doing stunts on electric scooters set to rap music. She is willing to be convinced that a Rascal can be cool so she can join the fun. “And when you get tired, papito, you can ride with me.” Sometimes she forgets Alex isn’t a little boy anymore and wont exactly fit into the basket.

Once convinced, Penelope goes all out. She is hunting groupons and researching where to find the cheapest deals in the park. She has matching t-shirts and caps made for everyone, to make it easy to find each other if they get separated

The best part of the entire endeavor for Schneider is when Penelope hands him the cap embroidered with ALVAREZ, and the shirt with his name screen-printed across the shoulders like a jersey. Everyone has a matching one of their own. He’s never felt more included in their lives as when he is strutting around with the Alvarez family name written all over him.

Elena throws up. Twice. But she’s determined not to spoil the day for anyone. Eventually she figures out what part of the rides to close her eyes for, then she doesn’t feel nearly as dizzy after. Schneider stops buying her churros though.

Penelope goes on a few rides when the kids beg her to but mostly enjoys the mami moments of waving to Elena and Alex as the rides spin them closer and then away again.

When Lydia needs a break from the sun, Schneider keeps Penelope company as she watches. The childlike part of him is buzzing to run on to the next ride, the next cotton candy stand, but mostly he enjoys how the scene feels. Standing next to the best mom he knows, seeing the joy on the kids’ faces as they wave madly at him on their way past.

Schneider never expected to have the life others had with a happy home, a partner for mutual support, kids to watch grow up, taking family vacations together, sharing good times as well as bad. He knew his addiction would never let him build that kind of life. Yet somehow... here he was. With everything he never thought he deserved.

He is not getting choked up with standing less than 5 yards away from someone in a Donald Duck costume. He just isn’t.

As the fireworks fade from the sky at the end of the day, the exhausted family prepares to leave. Elena is bogged down with bags. It turns out blatant consumerism is easier to ignore once you find the lgbt pride merchandise section in the gift shops. Schneider bought her every single thing she stopped to coo over. Alex is regretting his shoe choice. Yeah, he looks fly, but there’s zero arch support in the trendy sneakers and his feet are sore.

Lydia managed to kill the battery in the electric scoot when papito convinced her to try stunts with it and they spent 20 minutes doing donuts outside the bathroom while Elena was puking. They almost hit like 3 people and it was the best thing for everyone that Penelope was inside helping her daughter clean up

Lydia’s cane was.... somewhere in their mess of merchandise. Possibly in the bag that contained authentic Disney mouse-ear caps with embroidered names. Rather than stop to dig it out, Schneider hefted the tiny woman up for a piggyback ride. She giggling like a teenager and the aroma of violets managed to overpower the theme park smells.

Instead of taking the tram to the parking lot they end up at one of the resort hotels and Penelope is too tired to scold Schneider for booking them a suite without asking. Instead she ignores how much it must have cost him and just thanks her lucky stars she didn’t have to make the drive home.

She barely manages to get Elena and Alex through a shower before they collapse, too tired to even complain about sharing a bed with each other

Lydia is fast asleep in the bed Penelope cant wait to crawl into herself.

First she wants to thank Schneider again for giving them this day. Its hard for her to accept a big gift like this, even when she knows the money doesn’t mean anything to him. But she takes his hand, trying to convey how much it means to her that he wants to give this kind of joy to her children just because he loves them.

They fall asleep on the sofa, hands still linked, heads pillowed on each other, both still wearing their matching ALVAREZ gear.

This got long, imma have to do another post for the other prompt. Thaaaaaank you again for giving me an excuse to rave about the Alvarez family for a bit.

[wolfjustdraws]

AUgust Day 7 Famous AU Lockbins

“Special dish”- George x Lockwood

Lockwood and Co. Series

Summary: Never mess with the star of the show.

AU: Famous

————George————

“Ok everyone, we are going to be filming act 3, scene 7, I need all actors on the on their positions, we don’t have all day, so move it people!”

Its not easy to work in a movies studio; all the divas walking around, the director yelling to the background and sound crews, the makeup artist running around telling the actors their makeup and hair are not done yet. Its a crazy world full of crazy people. Rich people, mostly, but crazy for power and fame.

The kitchens, however, are a little different. None of us are culinary experts, no aesthetic artists, no power-hunger workers. Only chefs. Simple people with simple jobs. That is, until the director sends his instructions.

“George” Lucy, the director’s assistant greeted. Lucy’s job is simple, like mine; she has to carry around the director’s orders, make sure things were done in time, that the actor’s petitions were accomplished (if they were reasonable petitions), basically that the place was still standing by the end of the day. One of her jobs was to make sure us chefs cooked what the director and actors ordered.

“Lucy” Even though she and I argued almost every time we saw each other, I preferred when she was the one to come deliver the day’s menu. Lucy did not worked here because she wanted a big name for herself, if she was she wouldn’t be assistant director. She was a simple woman doing her job to the best of her capacity, which could reach man-scaring levels of authoritative manner.

“Here’s the requested menu of the day, and a list of what must be avoided, plus the director says he wants a coffee, no sugar, just a tea spoon of cream, in his desk by the stage, pronto!” She yelled the last part to where the cooks awaited instructions. They immediately took the list from her hands and got to work.

“Anything else?” I said turning to do my job.

“Not much, but if any interesting gossip pops up I’ll come”

“Thaaaaanks Lucy” With that, she turned around and walked out of the kitchen.

Like that, with our list of instructions, the kitchen burst into life: the smells of oil, spices and beef flooded the air, the sound of grilling covering our voices, heat came from the stoves and ovens. A normal day in my kitchen. Yes, my kitchen, I’m the chef.

A while later, a trolley was brought by a guy with fiery red hair and lots of freckles and a black turtleneck. I wasn’t sure who he was, we had never talked, all I know is that he brought the trolley in and out of this kitchen and to the set, every day, various times a day.

Soon, every dish in the list was loaded into the trolley, including my speciality dish; strawberry jam buns with lemon crème. I wasn’t sure who asked for that one, what I did know was that it was the same person, Lucy had told me that much.

The trolley was taken away a few seconds later, and the kitchen’s life died away. The stoves and ovens were turned off, the spare ingredients were replaced on the fridge and pantry, and the heat dissipated. The cooks washed their hands and took of their bandanas, and so did I.

It was a while later that hell broke loose on the set, but being on the kitchens, which are not exactly close, I couldn’t have known of what was happening. The first thing that happened was that Lucy ran into the kitchen, no clipboard on her hands.

“George!” She called. Me and all the cooks turned to look at her as she came towards us, hurriedly and out of breath “George!”

“Lucy, what is-”

“George, I know you didn’t do it on purpose, but he-” A crash was heard outside and then someone yelling. I looked at her again, but her gaze was now fixed on the door, her voice now calm, uneasily so “Tell him you didn’t do it”

“Where is the chef?!” The voice of the director, Mr Rotwell, boomed just outside and then the doors opened with a blast. The man stomped his way inside, slamming things out of his way “Mr Cubbins!”

“Mr Rotwell” I squared my shoulders, as did Lucy beside me. All my cooks cowered behind us, careful to stay away from the director’s anger “What can I do for you?”

“You, sir, dare to speak to me after what you’ve done? Poisoning an actor, very effective, Mr Cubbins, very effective, who would ever blame the cook! It is obvious you’ve learnt a few things from working in this studios!” I blinked confusedly behind my glasses. From behind the man I saw the door open once again to see two people walk inside, a lot calmer than how the director had done it.

“Mr Rotwell, I have no idea what you are talking about, we would never try to poison an actor or anyone else in this studio”

“Then how can you explain the reaction Mr Shaw suffered just minutes ago. His entire face went red, his throat was closing, Mr Cubbins!”

“Mr Rotwell” Lucy took a step forward “There is no proof that George-”

“Miss Carlyle” His head took a sharp turn to her, harshly shutting her “I would recommend you stay out of this, wether you and Mr Cubbins share a reason why you wish to support him, keep it to yourself. Calling this man by his first name; such unprofessionalism, such nerve, from you of all people, Miss Carlyle” Her cheeks turned red in embarrassment at the man’s false implications. He turned back at me “As for you, chef, take your things and get out of my sight before you try to poison anymore of my staff! Or anyone in this studio for that matter!”

I shook with anger and I felt like my eyes would pop from the way I looked at the man. I hadn’t done any poisoning to anyone, even though there are many people in this studio that I’ve have loved to poison over the years, Lucy, for example, when I first met her. Still, I had never done it, and I wasn’t about to start with some minor actor I barely knew.

However, there was nothing I could do. I knew it. Lucy knew it. The cooks knew it. Everyone knew it. Once Mr Rotwell said you were out, you were never getting back in. I had seen countless people from all the crews get fired: sound crew, costume crew, makeup and hair crew, even other cooks! I had seen of everything get kicked out of this buildings during all my years as a cook here, and I always remained thankful that wasn’t me. This work offered very good pay and it allowed me to do what I like most (plus, I get to boss people around since I’m the chef).

But now. Now I was the one getting kicked out.

“Ve-”

“Excuse me”

Mr Rotwell had been about to raise his voice at me when the new voice appeared. It wasn’t Lucy’s. It also wasn’t one of the cooks, I knew all their voices by heart. Then I remembered the man and woman that were standing beside the door.

“Excuse me” The man said again. Mr Rotwell turned around and made his best attempt at a smile.

“Oh, Mr Lockwood, Miss Munro! I hadn’t noticed you were there! I am so absolutely sorry you had to see that, I promise this won’t happen again, but you’ll understand-”

“Excuse me, Miss Carlyle?” The man ignored the director (something that was never encouraged to do) and turned right at Lucy “Is this the man you told me about?”

It took her a few moments to process the question, then she looked between Mr Rotwell and me and back to the man in the door.

“Yes, Mr Lockwood” She said “This is Mr George Cubbins, the chef you asked me about”

He nodded in acknowledgment, then finally turned to Mr Rotwell, who was slightly gaping, probably shocked for being ignored for the first time in his career.

“Mr Rotwell, you cannot fire this man” He said.

“Oh, Mr Lockwood, you’re a kind-hearted mind indeed, you most certainly are, but I can’t do that” He paused to adjust his tie “You see, this man just tried to poison someone, you and Miss Munro saw when they took Mr Shaw away, an dreadful scene if you ask me, honestly. I most dispose of this man before he tries anything else like this on another of my staff”

“He can’t be fired” The man, Mr Lockwood, said again.

Now, looking a little closer, I saw he was tall, really tall. He had floppy hair, messily done, but also perfectly held together. His face was slender, his nose aquiline, his eyebrows thin and elegant. In fact, everything about him was slender and elegant. He crossed his arms in a way I remembered Lucy describing as ‘the bothered diva’, which meant he was an actor because no one else of any other crew would make such gesture.

“You cannot fire this man, Mr Rotwell, you see, how am I supposed to get strawberry jam buns with lemon crème if the chef is not here to make them for me?” He asked waving his hand in the air and looking like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Oh, Mr Lockwood, we can always hire another chef for your-”

“Yes, you see, director, I don’t want any chef other than Mr George Cubbins” He said, his voice filled with arrogance “I have already tasted his food, and I just cannot trust someone to prepare that dish for me, it just wouldn’t be the same!”

I was told it is very common to see Mr Rotwell annoyed at the diva roles the actors loved to do to get away with their nonsense, though right now the director looked like he wanted to strangle someone. I peered at Lucy beside me, thinking she’d also be annoyed, at least that’s how she always looked when she told me about the actor’s behavior. However, she seemed to be greatly enjoying herself, looking like she was about to crack up laughing, biting her lip so hand her skin looked a little white.

“Mr Lockwood, I totally understand your petition, its nothing but reasonable, but I can’t afford-”

“Miss Carlyle, you did say there wasn’t enough proof that the chef here tried to poison poor Ned Shaw, right?”

“Yes, sir, that’s correct”

“Well there you have it, Mr Rotwell, how can you be so sure it was Mr Cubbins, if there aren’t enough facts, you cannot fire him”

“But I must, Mr Lockwood, I cannot afford to have this man try to commit another murder” The director looked at the actor in hopes he would finally agree, but instead of doing that, the man threw his hands in the air, then placed them sharply on his (practically nonexistent) hips, and remained silently staring.

“Well then” He said “Miss Carlyle if you could please be as kind as to get me a cab and call my manager, I need to talk to him about my resignation, I can’t even continue working here”

Then he turned around and took a step away, but before he got far, Mr Rotwell was in front of him.

“But, Mr Lockwood, surely you can’t be serious” He said in a supposedly calm voice, but I could tell, as well as Lucy knew, that he was getting nervous “This is just one big misunderstanding, tomorrow everything will be-”

“Yes, it is very clear that this is a misunderstanding, Mr Rotwell. You clearly do not understand the things I require to work my art. Someone who doesn’t get the needs of an artist like myself, I simply cannot work in this conditions!”

I felt something grip me by my shoulder and for a moment my blood ran cold, thinking it was security. I turned to see who’s hand it was, for it was a hand, but I was greeted by a brown mop of hair, shaking softly. Lucy, it was her hand and that was her hair, was now highly struggling to keep her voice quiet as she laughed. Tears had formed in her eyes and were trying to flow down her cheeks. Her shoulders shook and her other hand tightly clasped over her mouth.

“This is no working environment for a man such as me!”

“But, Mr Lockwood! You cannot go!” The director exclaimed “You’re our lead actor, our protagonist, our main character! You are the star of this movie!”

“You’ll have to get a new star for the movie, cause I’m out of here!” The man tried to walk around the director, but his path was blocked.

“Mr Lockwood, there must be something we can do! Something that can convince you to stay!”

“Rehire the chef”

“But-”

“Cab!”

“Alright! Alright, Mr Lockwood! Miss Carlyle” Lucy straightened beside me and took a sharp breath in.

“Yes, sir?” She said trying to keep a neutral face.

“Do not allow Mr Cubbins to leave this studio. He is the man of this kitchen”

“Alright sir” She gave me a brief smile, barely contained, but one that told me how hilarious she thought this all was. And I had to agree with her, to be perfectly honest: never, in all my years working on Lion Productions, had I ever witnessed an actor’s tantrum. Not a single time. I knew those were a thing because Lucy ranted about it like it was hot gossip, but I spent my time inside the walls of this kitchen and only once had I ventured farther because there had been a problem with the delivered food, but I never walked into the sets.

“Thank you, Mr Rotwell” The actor said with the brightest smile I had ever seen “You do understand the needs of an artist like myself, I knew you would. Now, if you need be, I shall be in my dressing room, I need to freshen up before we start rolling again. And, Miss Carlyle, if I could get some more strawberry jam buns with lemon crème, I would be most grateful”

After that, he walked out of the kitchen in long strides. The other woman, Miss Munro if I recall correctly, went away with Mr Rotwell as well, no doubt also making a few demands about whatever it was actors always complained about.

“Well, you heard him” Lucy said beside me “Get about pleasing your savior” The cooks finally stopped trembling behind us.

“Robin, get me the ingredients for the strawberry buns!” I called and got my people to work, besides, the menu for the evening meal would be arriving soon, we needed to start chopping vegetables and heating the ovens “Who was that man?”

“Remember that person who keeps asking for the buns?” Lucy leaned against the wall beside my working station and folded her arms. She normally didn’t have time to spare with ‘petty conversations’, but I guess that after that show (and running around the sets to get here before her boss did) she needed a break.

“The one that ‘sent their compliments’ a few days ago?” Robin came back a few moments later with every necessary ingredients and placed them on the counter, then ran back to his own station.

“That same guy. That was him”

“Miss Carlyle” One of the cooks handed Lucy a cup of tea and brought forth a stool for her, like it was customary for whenever she did stayed here for a chat (a.k.a., not that often). She took them gratefully.

“But who is that guy?” I added the ingredients to the flour, hands cleaned carefully, and kneaded them tenderly.

“Anthony J. Lockwood, hottest actor of the year, owner of the brightest smile in the world, and hot-dream date of every tween and teen in this world. Also, the protagonist and main star of the ‘Remember Me’ production Mr Rotwell is working on now” She sipped the tea carefully “Though, he isn’t usually like that” I raised an eyebrow at her, my hands now working on separating the dough into strips.

“He seemed to be right in his element” I said.

“His an actor, George, of course he was at his element. But he isn’t usually such a pain in the ass, he normally doesn’t do that kind of scenes”

“Then why did he did it now?”

“I think he was fairly obvious of what he wanted, George, or did you somehow miss everything he said?”

“Why would an actor ever risk his current job contract for a cook?” I asked her as I now beaten the strawberries I’ placed in the pans to make them jam.

“He took a calculated risk, George, Rotwell wasn’t gonna let him walk away just because. His the most popular actor of the moment, his skills are top and any movie that comes out now with him in it will win millions, no sane producer would let him off their hooks if they have the chance. As to why he did this, I don’t know. I’m only the assistant”

My hands went over the steps of cooking the buns and making the jam and the crème, but my mind was stuck on those moments the actor, Mr Lockwood, was in this kitchen. He acted like such a brat, and he got away with what he wanted. Had I been Mr Rotwell, I knew I wouldn’t have given a shit about whatever an actor’s tantrum was about.

And she was right, he had done it so I could keep my job. But why? Why would a man of his position care about what happened to a cook? What could he possibly want that made him through such a scene, because strawberry jam buns is definitely not the reason. He must have other intentions.

But, for now, I could only be grateful to him for getting me my job back.

[jjungkookislife]

Hello again!

Thank you so much for responding to my ask. I know it was kinda long and I do appreciate you took the time to address each of my comments and questions 🥰

Too much is never enough 😩 I would luuuv to know how this couple manages their 2022, may it be during special holidays, working days, literally any situation! Im such a sucker for domestic scenarios and you slayed, you should definetly continue (if its your will, of course).

I do agree about the y/n predicament. If its there, it will not stop me from reading or anything like that. Is just that by the time I finish the story and realize it was never used, I have to comment the author and show my appreciation for it! Takes a lot of effort and proof reading and much more to get it that way, and still make the reader feel that involved in the story is an achievement worth the praise 🥳

Now, knowing my Friday night ask had potentially inspired a Valentine`s drabble is AMAZING.

I really enjoyed reading your response, and then reading the drabble! Just as you described it and with more lovely details, Jimin may call oc doll, but sure he is one himself, protect him at all costs 🤧

Enjoying the 14th with mom and Ana is one step closer (if possible) of Jimin being the third son they did not know they needed. All of them got the best possible present from him, that was very sweet 🥰

No remote work may be a bummer, but with that driver I would gladly wear my white button down and put on my badge. The lunch and notes are the cherry on top.

And wow! I was both surprised and glad that Jimin is not the type to be jealous. I had like a kid version of him in mind, of him being kinda possessive over oc interacting with other boys (the Im-not-mad-but-I-am-actually-mad at the kiddos who where getting friendly with oc, when he was kinda trying to understand his feelings towards her), but it makes sense that he just grew up to be a confident and loveable young man. Please excuse my toxic ass 🤧 BUT, him being like t h a t in bed is even better. I do agree with you on the idea of just treating each other as individuals worth of respect, BUT still asking permission to dance in the bedroom, if you know what I mean *raises eyebrows out of sync*

Him carrying the golden retriever aura and oc being the kitty at home is just the perfect match, and of course, they mixing their activities once in a while to get to know each other better and what they like gives me a lot to think of! Are there more adventures for this couple to enjoy and for us to read? Whatever is next in your projects, Im in!

Lastly, I am sorry for the delay on response, I usually login on weekends only and I just had to sit down and unload to give you a proper response. Talking about Jimin is one of my passions and I thaaaaank yoooou for your dedication in both, your story and replying to your readers. May you have a nice week, and a nicer weekend coming right up! Take care! ✌😊

Hello! How are you? Your ask made me so happy <3

It's so easy to write for hhh!jimin, i have three more drabble ideas if I get around to it. I tend to daydream a lot while I'm at work and this week I've been thinking of Jimin waking up really early to go jogging and oc having none of it 'cause who goes jogging at 4:30am? for what? and since Jimin loves being outdoors and whatnot, he tries to get oc to go but nope, nope, nope!

Yes, thank you for noticing! I've been trying to use it less and less and sometimes coming up with nicknames is hard 'cause i usually give nicknames once I know a person's name but I can't do that when it's a reader insert. I'm glad you enjoyed it <3

I loved writing the drabble and going more in depth with it! It's something I wanted to write and your ask definitely got me to do it. Jimin is a sweetheart and I hope I can eventually write oc doing something sweet for him. He's just so sweet and soft :( i love him.

He fits in so well with their family :( they love him so much and even if he didn't go above and beyond for them, they'd still love him. Like he would never exclude them from anything because he knows what it's like to be excluded and it sucks. He may give oc gifts a little more extravagant but he will still get ana and mom something <3

I love getting little notes and i saw it as something Jimin would definitely do. Maybe, later on, oc writes little notes for Jimin and Ana will stick her drawings on his fridge with cute little magnets :)

I could see kid!Jimin being jealous if oc had other friends but they truly hung out every day during the summer up until he got shipped away. so oc spent all her days with jimin and it was usually just them they didn't really socialize with anyone. like i spent my summers at home, I'd never see my friends in the summer until the school year started but i had siblings so i kind of used that as the blueprint of their friendship :) but now jimin finds it funny when guys try to hit on oc in front of him 'cause they get shut down so fast! oc doesn't even give them a chance to introduce themselves or finish their pickup line and jimin is quick to place his hand on her waist and pull her to his side, which oc loves. <3

The two I have planned for them are Jimin going jogging early in the morning and then another drabble of them visiting Jungkook's bar together. I may write about Easter but I'm not sure lol I just love them so much!

No worries! thank you for sending this in, it made my day! I could talk about Jimin all day lol it's nice to expand on my Jimin fic and think of little details I couldn't include in the one shot. Ah, thank you again, I couldn't wait to get home from work to write back <3 I hope you have a good week and get lots of rest!