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—“c’mon, we’re going fuckin’ home” he hissed through gritted teeth, vice grip on your arm with no sign of letting up as he pulled you away from the country club, huffing and puffing as you went. “but—“ you cried, only to be interrupted. “but fuckin’ what? hm? but fuckin’ nothin’”
tears flooded your waterline as you neared the car, or more so, we’re dragged towards it. he refused to look at you, knowing the exact look on your face— the one that would make him give in within mere seconds, and he didn’t want to give in. you’d pissed him off, big time. whining and pestering him all day, talking back, making snappy little comments under your breath, and he’d absolutely had enough.
before you knew, you were being pushed into the passenger seat, the door slamming beside you before he hopped in the drivers and buckled your belt, eyes still avoiding your own. “rafe—“ you started hesitantly, pulling your lip between your teeth.
when you received nothing back, not even a huff of acknowledgment, you reached out carefully, trailing your manicured hand along his arm. “m’sorry baby”
sighing, his knuckles relaxed slightly, returning to their usual colour. “no you’re not”
“i am! i am sorry!” you squeaked, edging further beside him, eager for his responses. you flinched when his hand flew toward you, pushing you back into your seat as the car came to a harsh stop. “the fucks’ gotten into you then? actin’ like a fuckin’ child all day” he groaned, tilting his head in anticipation for your answer.
dropping your gaze, your lip wobbled as you played with your hands— only irritating him further. clasping a hand over both of yours, he held them still. “m’talkin’ to you”
“jus’— jus’ wanted some attention, you’ve been talkin’ to everyone but me today” you frowned, picking your head up to face him, eyes wide and tearful.
“you know what good girls do when they want attention? they ask, they don’t nag n’d give me attitude all day” he stated, his firm tone causing your lips to quiver once again.
“you wanna be good f’me? huh?” he poked, tilting your chin up with his fingers. you nodded, lashes fluttering as you enjoyed the warm of his measly touch.
“get in the back”
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eren with a peaceful girlfriend is a sight nobody thought they would ever see. known for getting into fights because someone looked at him the wrong way, all of his friends are so surpised when he brings around the nice girl who is kind to/loves everyone. you meditate in the mornings and evenings, journal your feelings, take walks in nature to ground yourself and then there's you rabbies infected dog (eren) who trails behind you everywhere you go. you definately have scary dog privileges.
don't get me wrong, you can bark and bite as well, one of the reasons eren loves you so much. for all your softness, when you rarely get pissed off no one even tries to argue with you, instead accepting their fate of being verbally eviscerated until you've cooled off. eren was on the receiving end of that rage once ... never again. its the type of voice that ur mom uses when shes mad at u, she doesn't even need to raise her voice to send shivers down ur spine and have u acting right quickkkkkkk.
now don't be fooled this peace came after a long period of also being crazy as fuck, but after seeing that crazy never did anything good for you, you learned to chill out. hopefully eren can learn some lessons from you :)
elle's thoughts: hey yall, thinking of writing an eren fic but i cant decide what kind of eren, vote if you've read this far hehe! im basically taking all my current hyper fixations and throwing them into one fic. this is my distraction from my thesis project lmao. but some of my recent watches so you can get the vibe are 13 reasons why (i forgot how much i fucking adore justin), dexter, landman, all american, the summer i turned pretty, and modern love.
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law in pink | s.r
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summary: when the BAU needs an extra helping hand, Washington decides to send the best of the best, but what they didn't expect was to see... pink.
warnings: a bit of stereotypes, beyond that a bit of comedy and fluff. there may be mistakes in writing because I wrote it too fast :(
this story is spencer reid (season 7) x ssa elle woods!reader
words: 1,649 words.
a/n: elle woods from legally blonde comes to my mind constantly because is one of my favorite movies, so I wanted to make a mix called "ssa elle woods"; I hope you like it and you can understand the idea of reader as elle woods, I also hope I didn't portray it wrong and that it will be misunderstood T T
The BAU needed a hand with the rising crime wave, so, straight from Washington they sent the best of the best from their office.
And of course Penelope had to investigate.
According to her research, you had graduated from Harvard with honors and had given the honorary alumni speech at your class graduation. In addition, you were a part-time Harvard professor of Political Theory during the fall and part of a prolific group of researchers in your Washington office, which had the highest rate of successfully resolved cases in the last 5 years.
In addition, you had achieved on your LSAT a score of 179 out of 180 points.
Something inside Penelope reminded her a little of her friend, Spencer Reid, in you.
But what she didn't expect to see when she looked you up on the interwebs was the fashionista and family friendly life you had. The way your apartment was decorated with a pretty pink aesthetic, your outfits videos that reached millions of views and your day to day routines were the mantra of many girls, being all perfectly edited.
With that and more, anyone would think that your job was not to be a federal agent, but an influencer.
Penelope was already smelling perfume from her computer, and that made her more than eager to meet you.
It was seeing one just like her in front of her screen.
You were the perfect candidate to be her new best friend.
The clacking of your heels and the smell of your Chanel perfume filled the entire BAU office, causing the complicit glances of all the workers who were there.
"Have you seen Barbie yet?" "Is the model missing?" "What about her? Maybe she's a lost intern. First-timer problems."
Everyone was making comments you'd heard more than once in some police office, maybe it was the way you dressed didn't go along with the aesthetic they had or how feminine your attire might be, but that's who you were and for a couple of comments about your appearance and the stereotype they had they weren't going to sour your day.
"Excuse me, are you looking for someone?"
You turned to see a tall, dark man, who was watching your outfit from last season's Prada fit you to perfection.
"Oh! Finally someone nice." You commented with a smile. "Yes, I'm looking for Agent Aaron Hotchner."
"He's my boss, would you like help finding his office? I can help you."
"That would be great, thank you very much..."
"Agent Morgan, Derek Morgan."
"It's a pleasure, Agent Derek. I'm Y/N, nice to meet you."
You didn't like to introduce yourself officially as an agent, it made you look rather intimidating if you did, and that was what you didn't want.
It wasn't a long walk to the wooden door which was adorned by a plaque with the name of the person you were looking for.
"This is it, you come for a case? Any family members involved?"
"No, I'm coming to help. Thank you very much, by the way."
You gave him one last smile before knocking on the door, hearing a "pass" from inside.
"Who was the girl you were escorting, Derek?" Emily watched the man reach them, peering curiously inside Hotch's office.
"Her name is Y/N, she said she was coming to help, but... I don't know, she doesn't look like someone coming to help, maybe she's a witness."
Spencer's eyes scanned the situation, trying to conclude who the mystery woman inside his boss's office was about, but coming up with nothing on the spot. Like his friends, they were all searching for an answer to the abiding doubt in his head.
Who exactly was that girl and why had she said that? She didn't seem like a person whose job was an office job, but not one that was very risky either.
But before they could say anything, Aaron came out of the office with his ever-serious face.
"Meeting in 5" was the only thing he announced, so the group took heed and went to the place.
Once inside the office, Penelope found herself with her dear friends, who were trying to figure out the causes of the recent meeting.
"You don't know Pen either, do you?" J.J. was the first to speak.
"No idea, Hotch just asked me to be here."
"Just like everyone else." Rossi replied, settling around the round table with his coffee cup.
The conversation didn't last long when Hotch entered the boardroom.
"Good. I know there's no case yet or apparent reason to get them together first thing." Hotch began. "But as you may know, the last couple of months have seen an increase in crime for the BAU, which is exactly why we've been given extra funding to bring an extra agent onto the team."
Sounds of excitement came from everyone's mouths.
"So I've been contacting old colleagues, who recommended the best of the best. So they've transferred an agent from Washington to help us."
"Boy, they must be desperate." Derek's comment drew a few chuckles.
"I'd like to introduce you to the SSA, Y/N Woods."
Everyone's countenance changed to one of surprise when they saw you walk in, smiling in the friendliest way possible.
The same girl who looked like a model fresh off a runway was the newest member of the BAU.
"It's nice to meet you all, I hope we can work well together." You set your Prada bag to the side, being able to scan each of the members quickly.
"Woods, this is SSA Emily Prentiss, Derek Morgan, Jennifer Jareau, David Rossi, dr. Spencer Reid and our technical analyst, Penelope Garcia."
"Hey, I know you." You commented in the direction of Garcia, who was smiling politely. "You were the girl who commented on my recipe for the vegetarian tacos."
"Yes! They looked exquisite."
"Thank you very much, I hope they were helpful. We need to be a little more conscientious with our four-legged friends."
Spencer didn't know if he was dazzled by the whiteness of your teeth or the warm way you had entered into trust with Penelope with a simple recipe.
"Woods, Garcia. You'll have time to talk."
"I'm sorry, sir." They both replied at the same time.
"Fine, I'll go prepare the case, Garcia come with me."
They both walked out of the meeting room, leaving you alone with the rest of your new group of colleagues.
"I didn't know you were an agent." Derek was the first to break the silence surrounding them, causing you to turn in his direction.
"I didn't mean to mention it, I'm not a person who usually blurts it out just like that on the first interaction. You never know what kind of person a stranger is." You commented before you could look at him again. "No offense."
"No problem."
"From Washington, right?" Your gaze went to the blonde, who was watching from her position with a warm smile.
"That's right, even though I'm from California but I moved to Massachusetts after getting into Harvard, and then to Washington when I got an opening in the federal office there. So I'm from here, there and over there, but I'll always be a California gurl." A chuckle came out of your mouth after making a reference to the Katy Perry song, bringing your hands to your sides.
"Harvard? What did you study?" Spencer looked more and more interested.
"Law." You commented offhandedly. "I actually studied Fashion Merchandising at UCLA with a 4.0 GPA. But I wanted to prove myself and decided to get into Harvard Law."
"Switching from Fashion Merchandising at UCLA to Harvard Law is a big jump, how much did you get on your entrance exam?" Rossi asked.
"179."
Everyone's surprised face made an impression on you.
"What, like it's hard?" your eyelashes fluttered softly, before you remembered what you were holding as a "peace offering". "By the way, I made cookies yesterday for being the first day and making a good impression." Your hands went to your bag, pulling out a heart-shaped tupperware. "They're lavender and butter, it's a recipe I read on a fairly well known blog forum, they say Paris Hilton gets her recipes from there."
You held out the tupper to each of them to take out a cookie, leaving it on the table in case they liked to take out more.
"If they like more, just pull out. There's enough for everyone." A little smile tugged at your mouth. But before you heard any response from either person, the catchy ringtone of Gwen Stefani's "Rich Girl" interrupted any culinary criticism. "Excuse me..." Your hand went for your phone, which didn't surprise others by being pink, and you left the room letting out a "Woods" as you answered.
"This is new." Derek said.
"And delicious." Emily took another bite of her cookie.
"She's different than what we usually know." Rossi looked at the rest, taking a second cookie out of the tupper. "But I don't mind at all, in fact, I think new always comes in good."
"True, it's always good to have someone new and with a different vibe."
The group turned to look at Reid, who was holding the cookie with his right hand. The young man wasn't usually one to blurt out a comment, just like that, least of all referring to a girl.
"Oh kid, you find her attractive." Derek was the first to smile in amusement.
"What, no." The voice in a higher pitched tone than normal was what gave Spencer away.
"Spencer likes Y/N." J.J annoyed, walking out of the office laughing along with Emily.
"That's not true!"
"See ya, lover boy." Derek commented along with Rossi, who was gently patting his shoulder with a knowing smile.
And so it was that Spencer was left in the meeting room with his cheeks as pink as his new co-worker's heels.
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scratchin' counter tops, i was screamin'.
my back arched like a cat...
heavy breathes, low moans, quiet whimpers, and the sounds of the slapping skin, that's all that consumed the rather large kitchen that you and madison were in. such a large space... so many options for either of you to cook, sit, eat, and everything else that was normal in a kitchen.
but those were the last things you wanted to do with her in the space, the last thing that crossed your mind after she had bent you over the kitchen island. it should've been—it was considered absurd what you two were doing, it was so fucking inappropriate the way she was slamming her hips against yours in such a rhythmic pattern.
her strap hit all the places your fingers could never, the ridges of the cock rubbing you in all the right places, making you see stars each time she thrusted and hit your cervix. your nails scratched on the marble of the counter, her hand making you unable to hang your head low as she tugged at your hair. she never wanted those pretty noises of yours to go away.
it wouldn't be long until one of your neighbors came to her door to complain about the lewd sounds coming from the apartment. you couldn't even imagine the uncomfortable look on their face as they noticed the disheveled look of your girlfriend, hair messy and face flushed, wearing a thin layer of sweat.
madison ran her hand down from the nape of your neck to the curve of your back, pushing down gently and watching as your back arched further. her pupils were blown out in lust, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth as she breathed through her nose, chest rising and falling in an uneven pattern.
"such a sweet girl," she huffed, leaning over your body to kiss your shoulder, her fingertips dancing along the expanse of your back, feeling every twitch of your muscles and every short breath you took, "doin' so good, baby."
you nodded dumbly, letting out a strangled moan at her praise. fuck, you couldn't take it anymore. your hand reached back to grab a handful of her hair, tugging softly as you tried to hold back your orgasm. you didn't wanna cum without her permission. you couldn't.
tears pricked on your eyes, blurring your vision even further. you could barely see now, the only things you could see being the stars behind your eyelids each time you blinked. god, this girl was ruining you. she was ruining you past the point of no return.
you shouldn't cry. but, god, it was so fucking good. how were you supposed to hold back? as you blink, the tears begin to roll down your cheeks, your lips parting to let out the most pathetic sobs as madison continues to thrust her cock in and out of your pussy.
"good girl, so good f'me, isn't that right?" she mutters, but her words don't register in your head. all you hear is jumbled up syllables, and, fuck, you cum on the spot because that one part in your brain is telling you she gave you permission. but she didn't.
madison gasps quietly into your ear, pulling away from your body to watch as the warm liquid forms a ring around the bade of the silicone cock. her lips curve into a smile as she chuckles softly, "couldn't hold it, could you?"
you shake your head weakly, letting out whiny moans as you feel her slowly pick up her pace again. her thrusts are slower than before, helping you ride out your orgasm as she coos sweet praises into your ear, her hands running along the sides of your waist.
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hi sweetheart! would you write mads x f!reader decorating for christmas? love ur writing sm btw
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𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒈𝒇
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-Okay, a little bit to the left. -I say, watching Mads place the final star on our christmas tree.
When it was in the right spot, I smiled, gave her a thumbs-up, and helped her jump out of the couch. She took a few steps back and jumped in excitement.
-It looks so pretty!
I giggle at her, nodding in agreement and wrapping my arms around her waist.
-Almost as pretty as you. -I kiss her cheek, making her blush slightly.
I love seeing how I still can make her blush.
-You're corny. -She hugs me, resting her head on my shoulder.
-You love it.
We separated to light up the tree and make sure all the other decorations were in order. It was the first time we were going to celebrate the holiday together, and we wanted to keep it simple. We called a few close friends to dinner and were just going to enjoy each other's presence for the rest of the night.
She decided to go change and I took the opportunity to get the presents I bought her and spread them under the tree, waiting for her to come back on the couch, pretending nothing happened.
-I'm readyy. -She steps into the room, with a singing voice, gasping when she sees the amount of decorated boxes under the tree that weren't there just minutes ago.
-You didn't! -She places each hand on her hips, looking at me with her head tilted to the side and narrowed eyes.
-Huh, how strange, I think someone broke into our house and left you presents. -I joke, walking to her with a smile.
-Baby, we said no presents! That's not fair, I didn't buy you anything. -She pouts, wrapping her arms around my waist.
-I know, but you deserve it. And I don't need any presents, you're already the best gift the universe could give me, I don't need anything else.
She smiles, pecking my lips and hugging me tightly.
-I love you, I'll give you something later.
I giggle, pulling away from her and smacking her ass playfully.
-I can't refuse that.
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⸝⸝ christmas with madison through the years.
⌗ warnings: fluff.
⸝⸝ it's finally christmas, your favorite holiday ever. in christmas you can decorate the house and the tree with cute ornaments, buy gifts for your family and friends and bake gingerbread cookies. you just love the christmas magic. this year you're feeling a little bit anxious and excited, because it's the first time you spend christmas dating someone and you have to buy a gift for her.
you've been dating madison for six months, you met at the library you work at, she was looking for a new book and you were right there to help her. since then, she kept going to the library just to see you, she wanted to ask you on a date, but you were too shy and always running away from her until the day she waited for you to leave and you two went to take some coffee in a cozy cafeteria. you started to date after some weeks hanging out, she's a superstar, traveling around the world to make shows and you were there all the time, cheering for her at the backstage.
you bought her a gift some days before you fly home to spend christmas with your family, you and madison planned to bake some cookies and give each other gifts under the christmas tree.
"can you pass the sugar, lovie?" madison asks. she was mixing the cookie dough, you were helping with the ingredients, since you're not a big fan of getting your hands dirty. you look for the sugar in the balcony and pass to your girlfriend.
"here." you say. sitting on the balcony, your legs swinging and your feet covered with fluff socks, you watch madison mix the dough until it's property to bake. "what you bought to me?"
"you're gonna know when you open it." madison says. you sigh, making a pout on your lips, madison giggles. "don't be too impatient, lovie."
"fine, i'll wait." you huff, madison smiles.
once the cookies were ready, you made some hot chocolate and filled two mugs with the liquid and some marshmallows. you two sat on the rug next to the christmas tree, the gifts were under it totally wrapped with a colourful wrapping paper. you and madison wearing pink corny sweaters.
"can we open now?" you ask, your mouth full of warm cookies. madison giggles and nods, picking the box under the tree and handling it to you. you shake the box next to your ear, trying to guess what's inside.
"no, no. don't shake it, you're gonna break!" madison says, holding your hands to stop you. she breaks in laughs and you apologize with a guilty smile. you unwrap the gift and open the box, your lips lean into a bright smile as you see what's inside.
"oh gosh, baby! this is so beautiful." you feel your eyes getting glassy and your nose burning, you gently grab your gift inside the box. a globe with a ballerina inside and you almost break it by shaking the box. "i love it, thank you. thank you." you whisper, admiring the globe with tenderness.
"i know you love your snow globes collection, when i saw this one i had to buy it for you." madison says, holding her hot chocolate mug. you look at her with tears in her eyes, madison coos and rest the mug aside. "no, lovie. don't cry." madison cups your cheeks, brushing her thumbs on them to clean your tears. she kisses your lips, brushing her nose against yours. "i'm glad your like it."
"the best gift, i really love it, baby." you say, smiling softly. you blink your eyes to stop the tears and pick your gift to madison. "here, hope you like it. it's not the best gift, but– but i thought you were like it, but it's okay if you're not–" madison shut you with a kiss.
"stop overthinking, lovie." madison giggles softly. she unwraps the wrapping paper, a tiny blue box and madison opens and widens her eyes. "y/n, that's so beautiful. where did you found this?" madison says, a perfect baby blue music box, she opens and the music sounded softly and a tiny horse spinning in the middle. "lovie, i really love it."
"i found it in an antiquary, i thought you were like it." you say softly, madison's lips leans into a big smile and she hugs your body. you rest your chin on her shoulder, pressing your nose against her neck, inhaling her scent.
"i love it so much, lovie. thank you so much." madison whispers, she looks at you and presses your lips together. "merry christmas, i love you."
"merry christmas, baby. i love you."
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⸝⸝ christmas morning, you lazily open your eyes hearing your baby daughter calling for you, she's sounding really excited. it's christmas morning, santa has been here and she can wait to see what her got from him.
"mommy, mommy! it's christmas, mommy!" ivy says, jumping in the bed while she's trying to wake her mothers. madison giggles gently, her eyes already open watching their daughter's happiness over the holiday. some years ago, you and madison celebrate the christmas before, because you wouldn't spend the holiday in Los Angeles, but now you have your own family with madison.
"honey, be careful. you're gonna hurt your mom and your baby brother." madison says softly, her voice sounding rasp. you yawn stretching out your arms, ivy stop jumping and sit in the middle of you two, her little eyes filled with happiness and her hair all over her face. you tug the strands behind her ears, brushing your thumb on her pink cheek.
"mama, santa came here!" ivy says to madison, holding her mama's hand, trying to pull her out of the bed. you chuckle, opening a gentle smile, rubbing your swollen belly. "let's see it, hurry!"
"fine, honey. we're going, we're going." you say, carefully lifting and helping your daughter. madison touches the floor with her barefoot, walking after you and ivy, going downstairs to see what santa left to ivy. the house was fully decorated with christmas ornaments, the christmas tree decorated by you, madison and ivy. you took a picture of your baby daughter puting the big star in the tree.
last night, after madison put ivy in bed, you and her ate the cookies and tiny carrots left for christmas and the reindeer, madison made some footprints with flour on the floor. you and madison always make the best to your daughter for christmas, nothing melts your heart more than see her happy.
"look, footprints!" ivy screams, pointing to the flour — actually, snow — footprints on the ground. you gasp, her contagious happiness making you and your wife feel proud. "wow, too many gifts for me!"
"really, honey? that's awesome!" madison says, kneeling down behind ivy. you sit on the couch, watching your baby daughter unwrap her gifts from santa. "this one is big, don't you think?"
"santa left a lot of gifts for you, hun. did you like it?" you ask, smiling softly.
"i love it, mommy!" ivy says happily. "look, this one has miles' name, is for him." she handles the gift to you and you hold it with your eyebrows frowned, you have no idea of what this gift is. madison bought for your baby boy a couple days, you're almost giving birth, you're belly is so big that your christmas pajamas couldn't fit anymore.
"open, lovie. let's see what santa got for him." madison says, rubbing your belly. you smile softly with tears pricking in your eyes, you always were a cry baby and with the pregnancy hormones you feel even more sensible. you unwrap the gift, revealing a white box, you open it and coos when you saw it.
"oh, baby. a little sheep!" you say, picking the jellycat and showing the plushie to your wife and daughter. "miles gonna love it, thank you." you whisper to madison, pressing your lips together.
"merry christmas, lovie. thank you for our family." madison says, hugging your waist.
⌗ author's note: i love christmas so much and i love madison even more. <3
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man i'm on a roll tonight
DP x DC idea:
Bruce Wayne has somehow managed to become the unofficial guardian of at least two more kids. Maybe three. He's not sure yet. Various members of the Batfamily have made new friends recently and have been having them hang out at Wayne manor for extensive periods of time. Now only if he could actually meet the rascals face-to-face, maybe he could adopt them for real.
or
Danny, Elle, and Jazz have all made friends with different Wayne kids at different times from different places. Damian met Elle at school, Danny met Tim while working at a coffee shop, and Jazz met Cass outside the local theater. All three visit the manor separately, and no one communicates that they've befriended people from the same family. Eventually, however, their hangout sessions accidentally overlap and the Waynes have to deal with the excitement of three Fentons under a single roof.
Let's just say there's a reason the three of them live separately.
#pondhead blurbs#danny phantom#the three aren't mad at each other or anything#it's just no house other than their parent's can withstand more than one Fenton at a time#So Elle is enrolled in school and stays with sam above this nice flower shop that has carnivorous plants#danny is working towards his GED and working at a coffee shop on the side and lives with tucker#jazz got emancipated and had technus fuck with her records so she could get her own apartment near the iceberg lounge#which she works at part time as a performer maybe#why is everyone in gotham? idk#either all five of them got sucked into a portal to another dimension#or you can go the angst route and have a bad reveal au#so everyone just picks up their lives and moves with danny#throw in dan who maybe travels for work#or he's wormed his way into vlad's life and becomes heir to vladco instead of danny in an attempt of weird revenge#but everyone is like 'this is for the better' and now dan is stuck in corporate meetings all because he wanted to steal what was danny's#dpxdc
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🖇️ 𖥻 [ domestic with Carlos Sainz ! ]
He was the one who proposed the idea of a home date. Carlos ended up cooking a main course, accompanied with a bottle of wine for you to spend the night together. It ended up with some cuddles and kisses on the couch while jazz music was playing in the background as you talk about yours and his day.
▬▭ ♡ ⩇⩇ 𝓔 lle's radio 📼
First post here! Quite glad with how it turned out to be honest.
#𓄳۪ elle's moodboard#carlos sainz#carlos sainz jr#carlos sainz x reader#f1 x reader#carlos sainz fluff#f1 imagine#f1 blurb#f1#carlos sainz x you#carlos sainz x y/n#f1 fluff#f1 fanfic
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Hello! Could you write something where reader and rafe are together for a while and completely obsessed with each other.. one day someone new to the island makes a negative comment about them and rafe hears about it
got a couple hurt/comfort requests so here u go xxx
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— laughter and embers from the log fire filled the air, comfortable sounds of waves crashing mixed with chatter, from everyone, from all sides of the island could be heard. and it made your heart swell.
but not nearly as much as the sight of your ever so gloomy boyfriend smiling; that’s right ladies and gentleman, rafe cameron had a smile on his face, a rare sight to behold. and it only made yours bigger, so much so that your cheeks hurt.
you sat comfortably on his lap, strong arms keeping you in places while he conversed with the other kooks, occasionally pressing the odd kiss to your shoulder, until you excused yourself. “m’gonna get another drink, want one?” you cooed, raking your manicured nails through the tiny growth of his buzzed hair. “m’all good kid, hold on— i’ll come with you”
after a minor dispute, nothing harmful, just his usual protectiveness kicking in, he finally agreed to let you go alone, seeing as it was ‘only over there’ you’d whined. you were a big girl, you could do things by yourself.
and you did, and yet, you’d come back sniffling. “hey—hey! c’mere, what’s wrong?” rafe almost shouted, heart beating at the sight of you, mascara smeared around your under eyes, nose red from running. shaking your head, you snuggled into his chest, desperately avoiding his prying gaze, yet only managed to draw more attention. “use your words alright? can’t help if i don’t know what’s going on kid” he sighed, pulling you from his chest and taking your chin in his hand.
“c-called me a stuck up bitch” you spluttered, struggling to catch your breath while rafe’s caught in his throat. it was like a switch, something going off in his mind as the words left your mouth. “who? tell me who angel”
“jj— he stopped me at the drinks bar”
“maybank, course it was fuckin’ maybank” he muttered, hands squeezing your face scarily tight, causing you to wince. “shit, m’sorry kid” he hummed, pressing a hard kiss to your chin before standing up, placing you in his warmed seat. “top— c’mon man, kelce— you keep an eye on her, alright?” he instructed, eyes avoiding your tearful gaze, not wanting your sweet little pout to distract him from what was about to go down.
“no—no rafe! please, jus’ sit with me, s’fine” you cried out, reaching for his arm as he began pulling away. turning back round, he knelt to your level— taking your face between his palms.
“listen angel, i love you— i really do, and that’s why he can’t get away with this, m’kay?”
#ʚ♡ɞ ☁: elle’s dreams#rafe cameron x reader#outer banks#rafe cameron x fem!reader#rafe cameron#outerbanks rafe#obx#rafecameron#rafe obx#rafe cameron drabble#rafe cameron blurb
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I feel like dating Vinnie would be extremely domestic.
going jewelry shopping with him, helping him pick out new rings and earrings and teasing him about getting a new piercing. buying groceries with him, trying to plan meals as you went but inevitably buying way more than you intended. doing simple tasks together; brushing your teeth, switching the laundry, cooking and washing dishes. movie nights with every blanket in the house and half the pantry's worth of snacks, both of you only making it halfway through the second movie before you were knocked out. laying in bed together at night, whispering despite being the only ones in the house, giggling and smiling and kissing. waking up when the sun streams in through the blinds, his arms wrapped securely around you, his soft breath against the back of your neck, his chest rising and falling gently.
I need him so bad I'm gonna cry :(
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law in pink | s.r
♡ first part | next part ♡
summary: after confronting an unsub, it leaves you with a ugly mark and Spencer decides to give you a gift to cheer you up.
warnings: mentions of physical violence, beyond that a bit of girl power from reader and a sweet spencer worried about you.
this story is spencer reid (season 7) x ssa elle woods!reader
words: 1,567 words.
a/n: by popular demand, here is part two of law in pink, and yes, I will be returning to this story in a short series with chapters from ssa woods!reader x spencer. thank you very much again and I hope you like it.
The first rule everyone should know about you is that they must never mess with your face.
Never.
Because they don't know what a process it is to get it well cared for, hydrated and with that natural glow. They also don't know how expensive your skincare products are (always the best of the best) and your sessions with your dermatologist.
So they should never, but never, mess with your face.
But clearly an unsub wasn't going to know that, a criminal accused of killing 4 women with a twisted mind was never going to think that.
Least of all when his hand punched you straight in the face, splitting your lip and leaving a mark on your cheekbone, causing the taste of iron to be savored in your mouth.
"What, is Barbie going to cry about her face? I don't understand why they sent the weakest one."
You turned to look at him as you heard his sarcastic laugh, which didn't last long as the Gucci logo on your heel was branded on his cheek and he was falling dazed after hitting a box in the process.
"Weak? Please, you messed with the wrong Barbie." You smiled proudly at the sight of him on the floor, pawing at your face and letting out a groan at the sensation of pain. "Now I'll have to make an appointment with my dermatologist and a traumatologist because of you." You sighed pulling the gun away from his body and proceeded to take his hands to cuff them.
Within minutes, you heard some voices calling out to you, so you began to signal where you were. Within seconds, you saw a concerned J.J. and Emily come down to where you were standing, pointing their guns at you.
The scene was amusing and amazing to watch, you on top of a man who was twice your size as well as weight, lying on the ground while his hands were cuffed.
"Malibu Barbie just captured the undercover toy." You motioned for the cops to take him away, noticing how Emily got a close look at your lip.
"That must hurt."
"It'll hurt more for him, these babies are from last season and has a good sole. Fresh from the mail and ready to make a mark." You commented showing your heels to your companions, hearing their laughter at your joke.
The three of you walked out behind the hoard of people, noticing Spencer and Derek getting out of the newly arrived SUV. As soon as Spencer's gaze captured your face in his field of vision, you could feel him notice right away how your wounded face was the focus of the stares.
"What happened?" Derek looked in everyone's direction, stopping your gaze on you and the clear change in your usual 'perfect' face. "Oh no, Barbie..."
"Don't even look at me, better look at him." You pointed your chin in the direction of the patrol car, where your shoe logo was visible on the criminal's ruddy cheek. "My pilates classes taught him a good lesson." You commented smiling, but immediately let out a groan from the pain it was to move the muscles in your face. "But I think it will leave me achy for a few days."
In between conversations, the others convinced you to go get attended to, so you heeded and walked away from them in the direction of the ambulance, so they could give your cheekbone and lip attention.
"Are you okay, Y/N?"
Spencer's soft voice made you forget the pain for a few seconds, turning to see his face and giving him a smile where your white teeth took center stage.
"I'm fine, it was just a tap." The paramedic walked away to leave the two of you alone. You knew it wasn't an answer that would leave Spencer satisfied about your condition, in fact, his intense stare at you was more than enough to make that clear. You let out a sigh, turning to look at the brunette. "Well, I don't think it's just a 'tap out'. I'll have to ask for a couple of days until I show up at the office decently, not with this horrible face."
One of your biggest problems was your appearance, as many may note, because, if you weren't perfect, you couldn't leave your house.
It had to be everything, head to toe, just the way you have it in your head, if not, sorry, but they'll have to wait for you.
"It's not horrible, you still look just as beautiful." Spencer's words seemed impulsive, but they made your cheeks turn pink, even though I wasn't the only one blushing at that moment, Spencer's were just the same.
"You think so?" your eyelashes fluttered softly, watching the boy.
"Y-yes, y-you always look cute, Y/N."
A kiss on his cheek was the positive response you left for Spence to understand that his words were the best choice, and helped push away those thoughts about how bad you looked with a swollen lip and bruises on your cheek.
"Thank you Spencie, your words are always the right ones. Like a good Chai Latte on a cold day." You smiled getting up from where you were, indicating to him that you would go to the SUV.
For the first time in his life, Spencer appreciated his impulsiveness.
About a week later, you reappeared at the office for a full day's work.
Your body was covered by a pink skirt and jacket ensemble, something that was no longer a problem for anyone after weeks of seeing you arrive like this.
The only thing that wasn't pink at all was your black purse, a beautiful Alexandra. K. Joy and of course, the tray full of coffees you were carrying in your hands.
"Miss Universe, you're back." Derek smiled, causing you to walk up to him and leave a short hug.
"Good things always come back, now be a cutie and help me with this, D." You passed him the tray with coffees, walking beside him as you shared a couple of words.
There was a variety of coffees for everyone according to their tastes, you had taken the time to memorize each order so that it was to their liking.
And as soon as you appeared, you heard Penelope's voice call out to you. Your hand rose to greet her, approaching her with a smile.
"My pretty Y/N." The blonde immediately caught you in a hug, causing you to do the same.
"Penny!" you said cheerfully as you passed her a butterscotch frappe with plant-based milk. "I picked out something I thought you'd like."
"Thanks, cutie. How's your lip?"
"Sore, a little damaged, but better than I thought. My dermatologist recommended a magic cream that Lindsay Lohan used, she said it worked miracles and in two weeks it would be just the way it was."
A smile tugged at your lips, starting to pass out the coffees you had bought until you reached the last one: the one for Dr. Reid.
"Spencie." Your voice snapped him out of his head, turning to see you with a smile.
"Y/N, hey. How are you doing?"
"Much, much better, look... My lip looks almost like it did before! I'll get back to my pretty face." You placed the coffee in front of his eyes, giving him another smile. "A coffee loaded with vegetable milk, I heard around that you're lactose intolerant so I took the liberty of choosing for you."
A blush of embarrassment at that secret settled on his cheeks, causing him to lower his head.
"Thank you, Y/N. I appreciate the coffee." He lifted the cup, taking a sip from it and simply gave you a look, causing you to smile and go to your table.
But it was surprise that settled on your face as you saw a box full of skincare products. Your hands went to grab the products, noticing that it was every single one you occupied and ever mentioned.
"What? Guys... Wow." You held up the little serum box, but the confusion on Emily's face turned your excitement to confusion. "It wasn't you guys?"
"I don't even remember what I did yesterday and I'm going to remember your products, cutie. You take a lot of them." Emily laughed softly, but made you look again in search of the person responsible.
"There's only one person who can remember details like that." Derek's words drew your gaze from your desk to that of a certain doctor, who was shifting his gaze back to his paperwork. "And he hides behind his work."
A soft blush settled on your cheeks, causing you to bring the little box to your chest and press it to your heart, marveling at the detail.
Your feet soon made their way to the desk of the person in charge, and catching him off guard, you left a kiss on his cheek where your pink lipstick was stamped on his skin.
"Thank you, Spencie. I'll take good care of it."
Spencer's heart stopped for a couple of seconds, you could read it.
And as soon as you left, just like a tomato the young doctor's face colored. As a plus, the comments from Morgan didn't take long to come.
"Wow pretty boy, you just won the lottery."
Spencer knew it and that caused him to smile, because boy did he win it.
♡ first part ♡
If you like it, don't forget to like and repost it.
a lot of love, alme. ❀
#spencer reid#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid x you#spencer reid blurb#spencer reid fanfic#blurb#criminal minds fanfiction#criminal minds#spencer reid x elle woods!reader#legally blonde is superior#alme was here!
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drop the criminal minds sexuality/lgbtq headcanons baby
i wanna preface this by saying this is MY opinion. you do not have to agree with me but do not come into my inbox spewing hateful stuff! it's not okay.
elle is a lesbian in my eyes. on that matter, so is emily. derek could be bisexual but if that's the case, he has a preference for women. garcia is pansexual and i'm right about this. spencer is bisexual but he does not really have a preference. jj's bisexual too but with a preference for men. hotch is a straight man i'm sorry. rossi could be fruity but i don't see it personally.
#grace talks🐚🌷#criminal minds#spencer reid#elle greenaway#emily prentiss#derek morgan#penelope garcia#jennifer jareu#david rossi#aaron hotchner#cm#headcanons#hcs#lgbtq#sapphic#wlw#mlm#blurb
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╰•★★ OBX: RC/DS ★★•╯
⤷ •• fics:
- possessed.
- NSFW 💭🔥: one.
⤷ •• icons:
- season one: one. | two. | three.
- season two: one. | two | three | four. | five. | six. | seven. | rarry | eight. | nine. |
⤷ •• prompts/visuals:
- stalker!rafe vis. | stalker!rafeu vis. 2 | rafe hanging out with the pogues. | giving rafe a bj | rafe & ward | shopping w/ rafe | rafe on his knees | motorcycle ride w/ rafe |
⤷ ••• biker!rafe masterlist: link.
⤷ ••• dark/obsessedrafe! vis. •••
-> if I can’t have you then no one can.
-> i’d let the world burn for you.
••• drew/rafe smutty visuals:
- vid of drew saying “oh fuck”
- rafe/drews hands: num. 1 | num. 2
⤷ ••• rafe angsty visuals:
- one. |
( sarah & rafe meme ) incorrect rarry
— bts pics: diff pics. bts. | drew & rudy | charles & drew.
— pics: happy/sad |
— videos: drew & chase dancing | drew 1. | tiktok of drew + nicholas |
#Elle’s OBX Masterlist#marvelsgirl616#drew starkey#rafe cameron#obx rafe cameron#dark rafe cameron#rafe outer banks#outer banks#obx#obx cast#marvelsgirl616 obx#obx fic#rafe obx#rafe cameron blurb#netflix#outer banks imagine#outer banks rafe#rafe cameron outer banks#Elle’s OBX Thoughts#rafe cameron masterlist#🖤#☀️
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Okay just because we talked about this earlier- Harry doing soft stuff to you while cuddling. Ugh too cute
Asking for fluffy prompts to write them was definitely not entirely self-indulgent, nope :x
warnings: none, pure fluff
word count: 754
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It was one of those nights after one of his concerts where neither of them wanted to go to bed. She was familiar with those by now after spending almost the entire length of Harry’s tour at his side, and she never complained because so, she got uninterrupted time with the man she had learned to love even more with every passing day. Gladly, he was happily and contently unaware of the intensity of her feelings for his very being; the fear of scaring him away boiled in her body, too blinding and anxiety-inducing that she couldn’t even try to find the right words.
Sometimes it was a curse to feel so deeply and all-consuming, at least in her eyes.
Slowly blinking, she was pulled out of her head by Harry’s warm hand, which had rested unmoving on the small of her back but started to wander over the fabric of one of his shirts YN had cheekily stolen after their post-show routine. A soft grin had been thrown her way by the man who had watched her getting cozy—as usual—and which had made her blush like a foolish schoolgirl. YN hummed softly at the feeling of his palm gently rubbing over the entirety of her back before Harry moved his hand a bit and started to trace indecipherable shapes, always following the length of her spine.
“H?”
Now it was his turn to hum lowly in question but didn’t let his fingertips stop in their quest to cover her back with shapeless letters and magical forms. He could be conjuring a portal, and she wouldn’t suspect anything.
“What-… what are you doing?”
YN could already feel the lulling effect his doings possessed, like a spell specially created for her weary mind after another long day filled with sightseeing and an exciting show at the end. It certainly didn’t help that Harry had started to press tender, featherlike kisses all over her forehead and cheek closest to him, reminding her of the wings of a butterfly. If she didn’t know the feeling of those kisses, she would easily miss them.
Harry’s other hand now pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, cupping her cheek gently, his thumb slowly and almost lazily stroking over her cheekbone, all the while his fingers still traced invisible patterns on her back. With heavy-growing eyelids, YN looked up at his handsome face, gracing a loving smile as he looked down at the woman in his arms, with one of her legs comfortably tangled between his. A brow was barely raised, and the only thing the singer could do at this moment was to kiss the cute tip of her nose.
“Nothin’, darlin’. Just wanted to make you feel good, that’s all.”
YN smiled at that and sighed deeply, contently, and nudged his chin with her nose, making him kiss her forehead another time. “You always make me feel good, baby,” she whispered against his inviting neck, snuggling closer into his side, fingers gripping into the hoodie he had thrown over earlier and which had made him look so cozy and cuddle-able. She could feel his soft laugh more than she heard it as sleep sneakily tried to get a hold of her, but his voice prevented her from surrendering. “It’s all I ever want. Makin’ you feel safe and loved because—because I do. So incredibly much. Barely can find the words for it.”
He was sure YN was sleeping as he muttered those words into the dimly lit hotel suite, thinking only the still-running telly caught up to his confession, which had been on his mind for months. But the feeling of her head peeking up from the spot at his neck where she loved to snuggle up gave his heart a push, letting it race inside his chest. Her tired eyes studied his face slowly, probably noticing the shock swimming in his eyes, while his hand still drew patterns on her back because he just couldn’t stop the things he knew she liked.
“Y’love me?” The surprise in her voice almost offended him. “Was I so obvious, hm?” The grin tucked at his lips as he watched her comprehend his words before she just snuggled back into the crook of his neck, his arms instinctively wrapping around her body, fingers combing through her hair. “Love you too, H. So, so much. Never stop. This and loving me.” And he didn’t, her words muffled by his skin and the sleep creeping up on her, which he happily assisted.
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Send me prompts!
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I hope I’m not too late.
inspired by die hard by kendrick lamar and me being sad ooph.
Summary; Ellie comes back :)
Definitely not edited but proof read by a very tired me.
Pls send requests btw
<3
When Ellie had looked up at you with her green glassy eyes saying “I can’t” you felt as though your entire world had crumbled at your feet. You simply looked at her because that was all you could do.
You looked at the hair she had cut after an especially bad night, which you had styled for her, the hands you had patched up and kissed affectionately after you had settled back into Jackson. The skin you had put ointment on when the sun had begun dancing over Jackson and had stung her because she had sat outside for too long and lost track of time staring at the clouds in the field.
You had walked up behind her and ran your fingers through her hair as she wrapped a hand around your thigh and nuzzled her cheek into you. Maybe this would be enough for her you thought. Cradling her head, you prayed to whatever was out there, that they would listen to you and make this enough for her.
You carded a hand through the field, as you guided her back into the house. You could feel her eyes piercing your skull and could feel the emotions that her body held. You didn’t stop walking however.
You would always be here to guide her back, you hoped she knew that much at least. You squeezed her hand and when she squeezed back you felt a tug on your heart. You kissed her in that field, the golden stalks waving you both goodbye when you got into the house.
You could feel it though. The dread that had slowly been suffocating both her and you, encasing the farm. Maybe that was why it hadn’t exactly surprised you when Ellie had said the words. You could feel the sting behind your eyes and your chest. You knew your eyes were reddening as had hers.
You always knew while she had loved you with all she could, she would always have to leave. She simply wasn’t at piece here. Maybe she was never there at all. She was though, physically at least. You had turned your back on her but could hear her approaching you and wrapping her calloused hands around your waist.
She murmured into your skin, that she loved you, that she would be back and that she would beg you to forgive her. She turned you around and pressed your foreheads together. You let out the sob that you had been holding in and let your lips and face fall. You kissed her with everything you had and held onto her like she was all you had because it was true. She put her hands around your waist and kissed you back letting the sun rays hit her through the windows of your shared home.
She pulled away giving you a final look and turning around before she changed her mind, Ellie knew this could not go on. She couldn’t spend a night in piece without trying to find her. Then she could get back to you. She picked up her bag and quickly opened and shut the door in one movement, wiping her eyes when she was in the golden fields.
You however had had enough. A week into waiting you packed up everything you had and moved back into your house in Jackson welcomed back by an apologetic Tommy which you had shaken off.
Weeks turned into months, watching the summer pass you by, hoping that Ellie woud knock on your door after the weeks had forced you both to change. You took on farming assignments.
You couldn’t bear to go on patrols anymore after a rancid dream ending with you finding Ellie just outside of Jackson’s walls. You had simply sat up with your knees huddled up to your chest after that. You knew Ellie had changed after that patrol. She had turned into something else that seemed unstoppable but that did nothing to stop you from letting worry consume you all hours of the day.
After assignments you imagined her back in your bed, counting her freckles, dancing with her in the kitchen, giggling when she had to kneel when you twirled her, the smell of smoke when she tried to make you breakfast or waking up to her already looking, blushing at getting caught and grinning wolfishly at you.
You were past your breaking point, eventually giving up on assignments but both Tommy and Maria who had patched things up were more than understanding had covered you. You confined yourself to your house not being able to stand the pitying looks of people who had watched you over the summer.
You would wait for her here you thought. You watched the moon wax and wane and the sun rise waiting for her to walk through the streets and look up at you, as raw as she had left.
You had dreamt of her that night. You could tell by the streaks that had been left on your face and by the heaviness of your limbs. Then, as the sun poked again through your curtains you felt her. You could feel the weight of her gaze first, then you felt the bed dip, like a planet bending the space beneath them. She grazed her knuckles against your face as you awoke.
You could stay like this forever you thought. Then nothing would have to change. It would be like nothing had changed, like she hadn't left you to bloody the hands that stroked you at dawn.
But you opened them, blinking at her. And there she was, watery eyes looking down at you. She leaned down and kissed your cheeks as you wrapped your arms around her to welcome her back into your world.
You stripped off her jacket and pushed off the soiled tank that she had no doubt been living in for the past few months and her jeans too. You let her hands roam around your body, and she slipped inside you like she had just been there yesterday. She belonged here you though as she kissed you taking all the air you had.
After, you huddled, sitting with her under the bedsheets, watching the sun rise. You belonged here with her like this.
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