#if you want to write this plot just dm me a heads up and credit me and my post okay?

[louissatturi]

Do you guys know those modern bingyuan au's where shen yuan sees modern lbh and just stalks him because he looks identical to his blobo luo binghe from PIDW?

Sooo imagine a cumplane au where shen yuan see Airplane in a convention running to do some odd job there and sy is just dumbfounded how almost identical that random is to luo binghe (at least how he imagines him)

Now that random ofc has alot of diferences to how lbh is mostly depicted, first of all the random is fully human so no demon features, the guy instead of being tall and lean with some muscle he is a shorty (he is not short he is 172/5'8 he is avarege) that is kinda chubby and his hair is not abyss black but a shitty dyed brown hair and him being a normal human he has very prominent eye bags and some acne scars but besides those diferences he was basicly identical to how lbh was depicted in his fanarts even having some of his headcannons that ware extremely unpopular on the fandom! (Frackles) he wasn't as scary as the beloved cruel demon emperor but he had hit all the boxes to be the perfect luo binghe in his white lotus era! And like any normal pidw fan he just really wanted to protect and take care of him

And like any normal person he really tried to find him but it was really hard to stalk someone when you didn't even got the name of the person, frustrated he decided to do the next best thing and just decided to take care of airplane, it's the best next thing right?

Airplane after getting the weirdest and shadiest dm from one of his haters, perless cucumber, to be his roommate and in exchange he would have to write "actually good chapters" and since if he died he wouldn't have to pay any bills, he accepted this offer

After they decided to meet at a random Café shen yuan has a closet gay crises over airplane being the white lotus binghe clone and airplane has a gay crises over his biggest hater being almost his type (especially cucumber-bro being a tsundere and airplane being a big masochist) and then they settle being weird roommates together!

This au would basicly be shen yuan trying to be a good bro and being a bunch of red flags but luckily for him Airplane bro favorite color since he is lbh og source and the au is a comedy so it's okay to be creepy lol

Also footnote, airplanes name in this fic wouldn’t be shang qinghua (because I enjoy the idea of sqh being very diferent then irl Airplane in appearance and name) his name would be

洛冬快 Aka: Luo DongKuai because I wanted to mix shang qinghua's name logic with Luo binghe's lol (with 冬 dong meaning winter, and 快 kuai meaning speed, this is what my limited Chinese could come up with lol)

Also other footnote because I noticed a weird trend of country's with low fertility rates just decide to just put babies in brazilian woman and because I am brazilian, Airplane bro is part brazilian by his mom's side! I just think it's neat!

[cheriladycl01]

Could you do SMAU for Toto Wolff with wife reader where she is a huge bookworm and he always so supportive about her passion And the Internet has gone crazy about it. Thanks :))

Bookstagram - Toto Wolff x BookwormWife! Reader

Plot: Taking a look through your bookstagram and how supportive Toto Wolff is of your love for reading. Encouraging you to pursue your dream of writing.

Credit to multibabydoll for the GIF

You loved reading and books. Before you met Toto, you used to be a bookseller and then worked for a publishing house. You actually met Toto because of the influx in Motorsport Romance's that made your company send you to a race to get some ... hands on experience and you ended up having your own sort of Motorsport Romance with a Team Principle.

You ended up marrying Toto and at first it was hard, but when COVID came and you ended up working from home since then so coming to the races had been much easier.

y/user

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y/user: My reads of the month! Really loved both of these and I can’t wait for book to from Lauren!

Book 1: Things We Hide From The Light by Lucy Score

Book 2: Powerless by Lauren Roberts

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lucyscore: I’m glad you enjoyed this one!

-> y/user: it’s really good!

fan1: i love these!

toto.wolff: Is this the book you were reading on the plane?

-> y/user: Yes, the other one I read at the race track!

laurenroberts: babe! I’m glad you enjoyed! Come to a book signing and I’ll get you a proof of Powerful!

-> y/user: no stop! I’d love that!

DM’s

laurenroberts: Hey Babe, got an event on 29th November, in Florida. You want to come as my special guest?

y/n: id love that! Thank you so much for the invite! I’ll just need to talk to my husband. I’ve never travelled solo and I’m a nervous traveller!

laurenroberts: That’s fine! Just let me know as and when babe!

“Babe, can we talk for a second” you asked your husband as you walk into the kitchen where he is sat with his morning coffee.

"Yes honey what is it?" he asks looking over at you, pushing a glass of orange juice towards you.

"Well, one of the authors that I really like invited me to a book signing.."

"Oh that's amazing sweetheart. Are you going to go?" he says checking his emails not fully paying attention.

"Well, thats the thing. It's over a race weekend... and" you start but his head bolts up to interrupt you.

"You better not be asking for my permission for if you can go, you know you don't have to ask!" he says almost as though he's offended you with think that of him!

"No, no of course not. But I'm scared to go alone, you know how I am!" you explain and he nods remembering the last time you guys flew.

"Well, how about I buy you a nice first class ticket and make the experience worth it. I'll pay for a fancy hotel and a spa evening for when you land ... how does that sound" he grins pulling you into him kissing your forehead.

"You don't have to do that for me!" you exclaim feeling bad!

"Ah no honey, I do this all for you!" he smiles pulling you in for a full kiss.

y/user

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y/n: What do you guys prefer, Romance or Fantasy. I love finding quiet corners at the race track!

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stephaniegarber: Did you enjoy it?

-> y/user: It was so good! I moved straight onto Legend! And Toto brought me OUABH!

ashleyposton: I see those outlines! Thank you for your review on goodreads!

olivia_blake: ahhhh, i hope you enjoy it!

fan1: Y/N is definielty a motorsport romance girlie considering she literally lived one!

->fan2: i forget about this!

"Baby, you have to stop packing so many books!" Toto laughs as he gets out his card to pay the extra bagging expense where your bags had ended up being overweight.

"I'm so so sorry! I didn't realize how many I'd take back with me, American Books are so much more floppy than the ones at home... even though I prefer our covers!" she answers, going to get her card out.

"I'll pay baby don't be silly!" Toto laughs tapping his card as air port staff come over and help you guys take the bags away.

"You are my little book worm aren't you!" he grins pinching your cheeks like an older lady.

"Stop!" you say swatting his hand away.

y/user

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y/n: Toto helped me rebuild my book nook AND took me out for a book haul! It's up on my YouTube now!

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sarahjmaas: looks amazing!

toto.wolff: I'm happy to help baby!

-> y/user: BEST HUSBAND.

You and Toto had spend the day putting up the swinging chair, and making the room cozy with fairy lights.

He had started to organize your shelves in colour coordination order making a rainbow. You felt so bad when your need to have them in genre and alphabetical order took over.

"Baby, as incredible as this looks, I'm never going to find any books!" you argued and he looks and pulled out Fourth Wing by Rebecca Yarros.

"See I found you current smutty dragon book!" he smiles handing it to you and your eyes widen at the lingo he was using.

"Have you been... watching my videos?" you ask in shock.

"Mmmm yes honey. i find them very amusing!" he admits and you just stare at him in shock.

y/user

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y/n: He looks like this so that I can look like this …

I LOVE MY HUSBAND

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fan1: shes so unserious ... lmao

fan2: and you look fab!

You were thankful that Toto worked as hard as he did, he treated you all the time and you treated him in return.

Your husband was so supportive and was without a doubt the best thing that had ever happened to you.

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[joykai]

Maxley Fanfic idea

Okay so people are actually interested in my ideas it seems lol so I'm gonna write it here for any writers who wanna use it as a plot <3 (plz credit me if you write this and if you have any questions about the plot DM me <3)

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Okay so It's a Spy/Agent x Assasin story

Bradley comes from a line of assassins and Max became a spy because he worked his ass off after his mom was killed in a gang altercation (she was just around the area and got caught in the crossfire). Max wanted to become a cop or something in law enforcement to help people so this wouldn't happen to anyone else and to bring the fuckers who killed his mom down. He ended up getting noticed by the ICA (Yes from the game Hitman) and got recruited.

Bradley's dad is a leader of a network of assassins but works as a CEO for some big company that sells security (that's how he breaks into stuff because basically everyone buys from him and he can disable stuff). Max get's put on the uppercrust case and he finds this one personal because he is investigating if they have any ties to the gang that killed his mom.

Important to note that Max's has a strict no killing rule, he doesn't want to be as bad as the guys he takes down. His job is to take the guys and bring them back to the ICA to get punished accordingly.

He decides that his best bet is to tail the son of Mr Uppercrust himself...Bradley. He goes undercover as an intern for Mr Uppercrust and becomes very close to Bradley. He is certain that Bradley has nothing to do with it so now he's in a situation that he is an Agent to sent to take down the father of the guy he's friends with (the guy he loves). He hides his identity from Bradley and Bradley hides his from Max. Max ends up on another case unrelated meanwhile to raid a gang hide out and he gets cornered and is in a bit of a pickle when one of the guys falls down clutching his neck. Something moves in the shadows and suddenly a figure comes out and takes down the men. It's bradley, Bradley explains everything to Max and they have a "I have to take you in" moment. Bradley explains how he can't let that happen and how he was forced into this role, how he never wanted this life for himself and just wanted to be normal. Max opens up about how his mother died and how the ICA believe that Bradley's dad is working with the gang and he has to take down everyone. Bradley has a moment of clarity and promises to help Max take down his father by being an inside man.

Bradley turns himself in and is working for the ICA (If he helps take down the gang he gets full immunity and a possible spot on the team but if he betrays them he gets either a bullet in the head or a longer sentence than everyone else involved).

Eventually Bradley's dad catches wiff of what's going on (Someone from the ICA was actually working for the uppercrust family to add some angst make it someone Max trusted or somone that bradley had a bad feeling about since day one but couldn't put his finger on it). Mr Uppercrust kidnaps Max and Bradley and as punishment forces Max to watch as he beats the ever loving shit out of Bradley and throws him off a cliff before knocking Max out and Leaving him there.

Max is found by some ICA members and turns out they imprisoned the traitor and kept him in a safe house for interrogation but he's not talking yet. Max get's taken off the case and sent back home to his apartment.

He ends up going rogue and vows to kill every member of the gang including Bradley's dad. He goes to the safe house and tortures the traitor for info before leaving him dead on the floor.

He is now wanted for manslaughter and has to hide out at his dad's place (He doesn't have the best relationship with his dad because his dad remarried too quick for his liking and it seems like he was already trying to replace his mom, he knows it's unrational but he can't let it go). ICA workers come to Goofies door and ask him about Max but Goofy being the good dad he is lies through his teeth to protect his son and Max hears all this from the top of the stairs and breaks down into his step moms arms about everything and how he wishes Bradley was here and how he could say sorry to his dad. Goofy ends up coming in and they have a bittersweet moment and hug.

Max's next stop is the gang hide out and he's been training so he's bulked up significantly and he's gotten better with his pistol and shit. He takes down a few guys but once again is outnumbered and cornered. One more time a figure in the shadows takes down a few guys before a figure steps out and fights hands on, It's Bradley (Turns out when his dad threw him off he landed on a ledge a little further down and once he woke up he dragged his barely working body to a friend of his who nursed his wounds, he saw on TV that Max was wanted and he tracked him down.

They fight together and re unite. They go back to Goofies and you know how that goes, he is gushing and taking about how happy he is and Max is embarrassed. They make a plan and decide to attack right at the source, they're gonna take down the uppercrust empire.

Max get's help from the few people he knows he can trust (P.J, bobby and bean scene girl. He also enlists the help of Roxanne who is a God on a keyboard the best hacker he knows, There is a sort of cute jealous scene that ends with Max telling Bradley he's the only one he wants.) Bradley also asks for the help of Tank <3

Bradley, Max, Tank, Bobby and P.J all storm the upper crust mansion and take down a few guards, Bradley is hit and Max runs back to help but Bradley tells him to go on and he can hold his own. Max ends up face to face with Mr Uppercrust and to make a long story short cuts off his head and places it at Bradley's feet almost like an offering to a god.

It ends with the gang running away and on a private island never to be bothered by the ICA or any remaining gangs (can have a part two that I will give the idea for of can be a stand alone fic)

[brinnboo21]

About me

Hello Everyone, my name is Brinnley but I go by Brinn. I am 22 years old and in EST. I love to write and roleplay. I love making friends and swapping head cannons. Here is some of my roleplay guidelines and my fandoms.

Guidelines

The first main thing that I care about is that if you are eighteen and over, as I do not like talking with minors as it's something that makes me uncomfortable. My range is EIGHTEEN to THIRTY. I do not care if you are over thirty, but I just have trouble connecting. Secondly, I do not have triggers or limits but if you do. Please tell me so I can respect yours. I do not roleplay in any dms, I will make us a server on Discord to discuss plotting and our roleplay. I normally do double ups but if you do not like to do that I understand. I am most comfortable with oc x cc but if you want oc x oc then we can do that. I can do cc x cc but I personally prefer the other two.

If we share the same love interest, that is fine with me that we double up or whatever. We can discuss more about it in the server.

I normally like to do fandom roleplays but however, I am open to anything. I think that is it for now.

Fandoms

Here is the list of my fandoms and my love interests.

Stranger Things:

Love Interest(s): Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, and Jonathan Byers.

Criminal Minds:

Love Interest(s): Spencer Reid, Derek Morgan.

I will add more once I am done with a fandom list.

credit for the divider goes to @cafekitsune

[faderifted]

#FADERIFTED. Selective DRAGON AGE MULTIMUSE featuring GARRETT HAWKE, INQUISITOR LAVELLAN, ROOK, DAVRIN and others. High enthusiasm, slow writing speed. Established in Sep 2024 and written by Min (30+, she/her). Not spoiler free. Duplicate friendly.

VEILGUARD SPOILERS will be tagged #( dav spoilers. ) !

I feel sun through the ashes in the sky. Where's the one who'll guide us into the night? What's begun is the war that will force this divide. What's to come is fire and the end of time.

GALLERY | MEMES | MUSIC CREDIT

BLOG ROLL: vidyadawn (Dan Heng) | delusionaid (Genshin Impact multimuse) | inominati (Honkai: Star Rail multimuse)

Blog Rules below the cut.

MUSE LIST & CHARACTER SHEETS (work in progress!) HAWKE | LAVELLAN | CULLEN | ROOK | DAVRIN TEST MUSES ANDERS | TARQUIN

I. ABOUT ME. My name is Min, I'm over 30 years of age and I've been rping in various fandoms for over 15 years. I work during the week so replies are slow, but I'm online throughout the dayand available through DMs or discord (for mutuals only).

II. REQUIREMENTS. If you are interested in roleplaying with me, you must be at least 21 years of age, ideally over 25. I make no exceptions for minors, regardless of thread content. I will gravitate towards DA canon muses (in this context I consider wardens and inquisitors "canon"), but I am open to OCs if the character appeals to me and crossovers if I can see a way to merge our worlds together.

III. WRITING. I prefer plotted threads and longer replies (on average I'll write 3-6 paragraphs). What matters to me is the content of our posts and our ability to progress in the story we want to tell. I don't really do short convos anymore (unless it's dash crack) and I don't write unplotted starters because they often lead nowhere. If you have ideas for our muses, just message me and if you don't have ideas yet but would like to write, let's plot together :)

IV. MEMES. Best way to get something started with me is through memes. Any memes in my meme tag are available without time limit for all mutuals, so no need to ask first, just send in whatever tickles your fancy! Heads up: it might take me forever and three days to respond, but I will get there eventually. Feel free to reblog any meme posts directly from my blog, I don't mind that at all. Bonus: there's a high chance you'll get a meme reply from me 84 years after sending it, when you no longer remember it.

V. SHIPPING. I don't auto-ship and once I do have a ship for a muse (or maybe more than one) I'll probably cap. If I write multiple ships, they are automatically in separate verses unless discussed otherwise. Don't be afraid to ask if you're interested in shipping, the worst case scenario could be that it doesn't work out.

VI. SOCIAL POLITICS. I am against callout and cancel culture and do not engage in it. Callouts will not be reblogged - I curate my dashboard my own way and I have no interest in being dragged into other people's fights. I don't respect publicly hating on fictional ships, characters or portrayals. I will never harass anyone or shame them for the fictional things they choose to write, I simply avoid, blacklist or block what I don't want to see. I believe the RPC would be a better place if people tried to be more tolerant, respectful and kind to one another.

Rules are subject to change. Thank you for reading this far! :)

[vidyadawn]

#VIDYADAWN. Welcome to my roleplaying blog for Honkai: Star Rail's Dan Heng. This blog is independent, selective and multi-verse. Established in March 2024 and written by Min. Please read the rules below before following :)

This blog primarily features Dan Heng. That said, Imbibitor Lunae might make an appearance when the opportunity arises, because I'd love to write threads set in the past with him.

I'm not up to date with the storyline / recent update on H:SR yet but I don't mind spoilers!

RULES down below! | MEMES | HEADCANONS | MUSIC CREDIT

ABOUT ME. My name is Min, I'm over 30 years of age and I've been rping in various fandoms for over 15 years. I work during the week so replies are slow, but I'm usually online and available through DMs or discord (for mutuals only).

REQUIREMENTS. If you are interested in roleplaying with me, you must be at least 18 years of age, ideally over 21. I make no exceptions for minors, regardless of thread content. I will gravitate towards H:SR canon muses, but I am open to OCs if the character appeals to me and crossovers if I can see a way to merge our worlds together.

WRITING. I prefer plotted threads and longer replies (on average I'll write 3-6 paragraphs), but I don't expect you to match length. What matters to me is the content of our posts and our ability to progress in the story we want to tell. I don't really do short convos anymore (unless it's dash crack) and I don't write unplotted starters because they often lead nowhere. If you have ideas for our muses, just message me and if you don't have ideas yet but would like to write, let's plot together :)

MEMES. Best way to get something started with me is through memes. Any memes in my meme tag are available without time limit for all mutuals, so no need to ask first, just send in whatever tickles your fancy! Heads up: it might take me forever and three days to respond, but I will get there eventually. Feel free to reblog any meme posts directly from my blog, I don't mind that at all.

SHIPPING. I am open to shipping and I would love to develop something more profound and long-lasting for Dan Heng. He is not an easy muse to ship with and I don't insta-ship, but I very much enjoy writing ships. If I write multiple ships, they are automatically in separate verses unless discussed otherwise. As an example, I'd be happy to explore Dan Feng/Yingxing in past threads and its repercussions on the present, but I'm also perfectly fine writing them without any romantic context. I have a soft spot for Jing Yuan / Dan Heng, particularly if Jing Yuan had feelings for Dan Feng in the past, because I think that would make for a beautiful angsty love story in the present :) But here as well, I just love the dynamic and I'm happy to write then as platonic dynamic, as long as we can agree that they have a complex connection. Please note that I do not ship Dan Heng/March 7th romantically and I am torn on shipping him with the Trailblazer (that one's debatable), but I'll happily write them as a platonic dynamic. If you're interested in writing a ship with me, best come discuss it with me directly.

SOCIAL POLITICS. I am against callout and cancel culture and do not engage in it. Callouts will not be reblogged - I curate my dashboard my own way and I have no interest in being dragged into other people's fights. I don't respect publicly hating on fictional ships, characters or portrayals. I will never harass anyone or shame them for the fictional things they choose to write, I simply avoid, blacklist or block what I don't want to see. I believe the RPC would be a better place if people tried to be more tolerant, respectful and kind to one another.

Graphic credit (for my Dan Feng banners)

Rules are subject to change. Thank you for reading this far! :)

[scratchface]

5-minute thoughts on every ygo show?

Duel Monsters: The OG, which we must respect. Lots of incredibly interesting concepts packed into a fun series overflowing with style, but holy shit, it does not hold up without twelve shots of nostalgia blurring your vision. There's lots of great, iconic moments that will live on in people's hearts forever, but for every minute of Peak Television, there's thirty more of boring B plots and nonsensical plot writing. Battle City deserves to be remembered fondly, but it was consistently downhill from there.

Favorite character: the Spirit/Bakura. Always a delight to have on screen, elevated every scene he was in, even at the series' wonkiest.

GX: My original favorite! GX is a wild ride of highs, lows, and absurdity. The non-plot essential episodes here are a lot more fun than those of DM, and it made great use of the inherent absurdity of the setting (boarding school for learning a children's cardgame) to go completely bananas. It is a lot of fun to rewatch season two and three, which are packed with fun side characters, crazy antics, and of course, Judai's endless charisma. While far from perfect, every time I revisit it, I can't help but think the whole series is incredibly charming.

Favorite character: Judai. Special mention to O'Brien and Jim, though—they're my special little guys.

5Ds: The one I don't know too well, because I don't remember much of it and I've never managed to rewatch more than a few episodes at a time before dropping it. Everyone always praises it, but I just can't get into it. Zero appeal to me. Yusei seems cool, I guess.

Favorite character: Aki

Zexal: The best one. Like, objectively—yeah, I know, I refused to accept that at first too! I didn't want Zexal to be the best YGO either! But it is! It just is! I've rewatched it many times, thinking, "this time, with a more critical eye, I will realize its not that good!" but NO, it is that good—hell, I think it actually gets better every time you watch it! Which is crazy, 'cause so many of the first ~30 episodes are so so bad. But then it just gets better with every storyline! I could go on for hours about how much I love Zexal now; the setting, the cast, the plot. What seemed like a conflict between aliens actually turning out to be a war between heaven and hell was the sickest plot twist of all time.

Favorite character: Shark/Nasch, no contest. But shout out to everyone else too: Zexal has by far the best cast of any of the YGOs.

Arc-V: The disappointment. The opposite of Zexal. While Zexal starts with its weakest batch of episodes, Arc-V starts with its strongest, and its all downhill from there. So many duels in the first 50 episodes are just incredible, and there's so much intrigue, and every episode left you wondering. And then it just...struggles and flails its way to the end. Very little of ending is in anyway satisfying. If I think about it too much I get frustrated.

Favorite character: Sora! Sora does so much of the heavy lifting in keeping the plot of this series moving when everyone else seems determined to bring it to a screeching halt and nobody gives him enough credit for that.

Vrains: Ah, Vrains. If Arc-V started strong and ended by dragging its own corpse over the finish line, Vrains was struggling to keep its head above water from the start. Its an almost impressive blend of fantastic main characters with great depth (Yusaku, Ryoken, Ai) and the worst supporting cast you've ever seen. What characters weren't bad from conception get fumbled horribly at every opportunity. And yet, the conflict of the first season remains incredibly compelling. Yusaku and Ryoken's relationship remains one of the most fascinating I've seen in fiction. Unfortunately, its blatantly clear that the writers didn't have a plan. Big 'first draft' vibes. Could have been drastically improved if the writers had, you know, allowed the other Origins and Ignis to do things instead of giving Aoi three costume changes.

Favorite character: Yusaku. Love him.

[ourladyoflight]

Why hello there!! Thank you so much for stopping by and reading! ✨ Here's a little bit about the blog (and me)!! ☺️

What's your blog about?

This singlemuse blog is for the character Angel from the Tekken universe!! It's a SFW world over here, and I'm so so open to crossovers and OCs! (It's one of my favorite things about rping!!) I and Angel would both love to meet your muse, and I'm always always down to learn more about them!!

Who are you?

I'm Nova (she/her), and it's so nice to meet you!!! I'm a full time student (21 year old adult) who loves stargazing and angels! (Which you might've been able to tell from this blog!! 😂) I love storytelling, whether it's through writing, making art, or making music- and some of my art might show up on this blog from time to time!! 🥺 (I'll always be respectful of your blog and your posts- but I also know I'm a bit on the younger side, and writing with certain age groups can be a big comfort thing! If you ever need to soft or hardblock this blog, I won't take offense- your comfort always comes before any sort of writing!! 💜)

Help??? Why did this random personal blog just like my post????

Sorry!!! That might be me!! 😅 I'm usually in classes during the day, and made this a sideblog so I could see my inbox easier!! I do my best to give a heads up when I start interacting with anyone- but just in case I've goofed, my main is @novatheastropirate!! If a random purple blog follows or likes any of your posts, it's still me!! 🥺

Can I just.. Talk to you?

Yes!!! A thousand times yes!! I love talking to people, both in character and out- and hearing people ramble about their muses is so much fun to me!! My askbox and Tumblr DMs are always open- and I'll happily give my Discord if you'd like to talk on there too!! 💜 (I can only hope I come across as approachable as I'd like to be- but if you're shy or anxious, I'll never mind reaching out first! ☺️)

But what if there's a problem I need to talk to you about?

I'm always open to learning what I can do better!! I'm a bit newer to the rp scene than most, and might make silly mistakes from time to time; if there's ever anything I can change, like making certain things easier to read, formatting posts better, or triggering certain content, I'm always willing to listen and accommodate you! I want to make sure that this is fun and safe for others, too!!

What's your writing style like? How frequently should I expect replies?

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A/N: This is the end of the little story that was never meant to be; the little story that could; the little story that started as a plot bunny one-shot I couldn’t get out of my head and is now 90k.  Thank you all for coming along this unexpected journey with me, Rasmus, and Lusine!  I will not be able to get to your messages until Friday as I will be away -- please be patient!

SPECIAL ANNOUNCEMENT: I will be revealing the subject for my new series next Monday.  However, I will be taking a posting hiatus in order to write, with the series aiming to be posted in September!  As always, any canon questions or DMs that come my way will be answered; I will just not be posting new chapters of anything.

Lusine had an appointment with the bank next Friday to see if she would be able to get a student loan.  It was looming in the back of her mind, even as she sat with Lisa, Erik Källgren’s girlfriend, in the stands at the game against Dallas.  She was a nervous wreck, with Erik being called up on an emergency basis.   And with the trade deadline looming, it meant that a lot of the girls were on edge.  Bee explained to her that except for a few core guys like John, William, Morgan, Auston, and Mitch, anybody could be on the cards to be traded.  When Lusine spoke to Rasmus about it one night as they cuddled, he was confident that Kyle Dubas wouldn’t trade him, especially because he wanted to stay in Toronto.

“Oh God oh God oh God, I hope he does well tonight,” Lisa stressed as she gripped onto the armrests of her seat.

“How was he when he left your place today?” Lusine asked.

“He smiled for me, but he had to have been nervous,” she said.  “This is a dream come true for him, but it’s still a lot, you know?  I don’t know, maybe it’s just all in my head.”

Lusine had hung out with Erik and Lisa a few times before – he and Lisa were so nice and lovely, and she knew Erik was a quiet guy (unless Rasmus turned on the Swedish).  This was a huge moment for him, for sure, and he had to be at least a little bit nervous about it.  “The boys will play well for him tonight, don’t worry,” Aberdeen assured her from the other side.  “They’ll show up.  They will.  I mean they’re facing Dallas.”

Lusine couldn’t help but giggle slightly.  She guessed by that comment that Dallas wasn’t doing particularly well this year.  Regardless, the Leafs still needed to show up for their new goalie.  She knew Rasmus would.  

***

The girls were screaming at the top of their lungs as the clock ticked down, only ten seconds away from the end of the game.  Erik was going to record a shutout in his first ever NHL game.  

Lusine hugged Lisa as Lisa raised her arms in the air, and they jumped up and down with each other as the final buzzer sounded and the game was called.  They both watched Erik do a little dance in the crease before the rest of the team crowded around him to congratulate him on the shutout.  The camera stayed on the entire line as they made their way to headbutt and hug Erik.  “I told you!  I told you!” Aberdeen screamed, hugging Lisa from the other side.  “Look at your guy!  Look at him!  A shutout in his first NHL game!”

Lusine watched as tears began to pool in Lisa’s eyes.  She tried to wipe them away, but it was no use – she was beet red.  As they announced the stars of the game, and Erik was named first star, he came back out to salute the crowd.  The girls watched as he patted the crest on his chest.  The fans were cheering – loudly – as they had been deprived of a good goaltending performance for a while now.  It all became too much for Lisa, and the tears spilled out of her eyes.  Even Rasmus opening the scoring and – because it was a shutout – scoring the game-winning goal was overshadowed by this moment for Erik and Lisa.

“Come with me, sweetie,” Aberdeen urged, grabbing Lisa’s hand.  “I’ll bring you to where we all wait for the boys to come out.  I’m telling you right now that Erik’s gonna be late thanks to media, though.”

As they were waiting the girls saw the video of Erik heading back into the dressing room and the boys showering him with water.  It was as if Lisa had ants in her pants as she waited for him – especially as all the other guys came out, though they hadn’t left, because most of the girls wanted to express their own congratulations to Erik.  When he finally did come out – Rasmus and William trailing right behind him like his hunky Swedish bodyguards – Lisa ran up to him at full force and hugged him.  Everyone else gathered around him, giving him their congratulations and telling him what a good job he did.  After Lusine hugged him, she felt Rasmus’s hand slip over hers.  “What a game, eh?” he smiled.

“You played amazing,” she popped up on her toes to kiss him.  “Couldn’t have done that when I was freezing my ass off outside on Sunday?”

Rasmus scrunched his face up at her.  “You’re such a pain in the ass.”

“You still love me.”

After a chat with Erik and congratulating him one last time, Rasmus and Lusine made their way to his car.  In the relative silence of the parking garage, Lusine was sobered and remembered the one thing that she didn’t want to remember – at least for the length of the game: her upcoming bill for the summer abroad program.  She had been preparing everything she would need for her meeting next Friday.  It was going to be a lot, and she knew she had to make a good impression.

“I have an appointment next Friday, by the way,” she told Rasmus once they were out of the parking garage and driving through the streets to get back to her apartment.

“For what?”

“At the bank.  To see if I can get a loan for the summer abroad program.”

Rasmus nodded his head, but was silent.  Lusine watched as he gripped the steering wheel tighter, slightly, before biting his bottom lip as if he was stopping himself from saying something.  “Are you su—I mean, are you sure that you don’t want me to loan you the money—”

“—Rasmus, no,” she shook her head.

“Because I’d just pay for it, lilla fågel.  It wouldn’t even be a loan.  I—”

“—Ras,” Lusine reached over across the centre console to lay her hand on his thigh.  “Ras, I know you would.  I know.  But I have to do this myself.  The loan is the responsible thing to do.  I put myself into this situation and I’m going to make smart decisions that will allow me to do it.”

“I know you will,” he nodded.  He reached down and held her hand that was on his thigh.  “I have all the faith in the world in you.  But I just want you to know that I’m here to help, too.”

Lusine rubbed her thumb against the back of his hand.  “You mean you’re not just a hot piece of ass with a big dick?”

Rasmus couldn’t help but snort at her comment, but he didn’t want any laughing to take away from the seriousness of the situation.  “I mean it, lilla fågel.  You know I’d do anything for you.  Anything to make you happy.”

Lusine felt her heart swell five sizes big at his words.  “You meeting me there and then bringing me to Sweden is already, like, above and beyond generous,” she said.  “I’m going to have the best summer ever and half of it is going to be because of you.  The first half is going to be because of me.”

Rasmus smiled.  There was no convincing her, no changing her mind on the matter.  She was going to go to the bank, get a loan, and go to Germany.  He couldn’t stop her, and at this point, he didn’t want to.  She was set.  She had a plan.  It included him.  That was all he could ask for.

***

William watched one of his best friends wince every time the trainer had to move his knee and grimaced.  Rasmus was clearly in pain – exactly how much pain needed to be determined – but he was trying to battle through it.  As William tried to remember what went wrong on the ice for Rasmus, he couldn’t come up with anything.  But that didn’t matter.  It didn’t change the fact that Rasmus’s knee had swelled up the second he took off all his equipment.

“I’ll call Lu—”

“No no no, don’t,” Rasmus cut him off quickly, shaking his head.  “Don’t call her.  Please.”

“Why not?”

“Will, I mean it.”

“Why not?”

“I know for a fact she’s got a big essay due at midnight and she’s putting the finishing touches on it before she submits it,” Rasmus said.  “She’s not watching the game.  She’s got too much to think about right now with school.”

“Oh Jesus,” William was exasperated.  He knew Lusine cared a lot about school, but from being around her so often, he also knew that she’d want to know if something happened to Rasmus the second she could.  She was the one who called over twenty times after their game in Winnipeg just months ago.  Aberdeen was the same way.  “I think your girlfriend would like to know if you’re injured.”

“I mean it, William,” Rasmus stressed.  “Do not call her.”

***

Lusine was trying to keep it together as she sat beside Rasmus at the hospital.  Again.  But every time he shifted in his seat and winced at the pain in his knee, it took all the strength in her not to cry.  Again.  

They’d been here in December, after an awful play and blatant hit from a Winnipeg Jets player, and now they found themselves back at the hospital – same knee, same swelling, similar pain.  Lusine had a death grip on Rasmus’s hand, waiting for the results from the tests the doctors ran to tell them what was wrong.  Lusine prayed that Rasmus didn’t miss any more time.  He was upset he missed the time he did in December – though he didn’t let it on that much – and to have to do that again would be torture for him, especially near the lead up to the playoffs.  

When the doctor came back into the room, she braced for the worst.

“Shall I start with the good news?” the doctor asked.  Neither Rasmus or Lusine responded – both were way too wound up.  The doctor took the hint.  “The good news is that it’s not an ACL tear.  There’s no surgery needed.”

Lusine could literally feel Rasmus soften.  “But?” he urged the doctor to go on, knowing there was always a but.  He wouldn’t be here if there wasn’t a but.  

“But…there is a bad sprain.  There’ll be a lot of physio for you for a while,” the doctor informed him.

Rasmus bit his bottom lip harshly.  He squeezed Lusine’s hand in his as he let out a long sigh.  “So what’s the timeline then?” he asked.

The doctor looked him in the eye, pained to even say the words, knowing the timeline of the season and how it was going to affect Rasmus.  “Four to six weeks, Rasmus.”

***

It was Lusine’s turn to hold Rasmus as he cried.  

This time, there wasn’t any William and Aberdeen bringing him home.  There was no Aberdeen offering to help or William wheeling his suitcase to his bedroom.  There was no Rasmus downplaying the pain or the injury and wanting Aberdeen and William to leave so he and Lusine could cuddle.  Instead, it was just Lusine and Rasmus, alone in his apartment, with Lusine hugging him.  She held on tightly, even running her fingers through his hair to calm him.  But there were still tears, still tough emotions to deal with.  Still demons to fight knowing he wasn’t going to be able to be there for his teammates on the ice, or to contribute meaningfully to their success on the ice and in the playoffs.

“It’s going to be okay,” Lusine whispered.  “I know it’s hard to see that now, but it will be.”

Rasmus shook his head.  “It wasn’t supposed to be like this,” he whispered, his voice overcome with sadness.  “I don’t—I don’t want this.  I don’t need this.  The team—the team doesn’t need this.”

“Ras—”

“—I want to be there for the team.  For all of them.  We’re going deep in the playoffs this year and I need to be there with them.  Helping them.”

“You can still be there for them, Ras.  It’s just gotta be in a…different way,” she tried to encourage him.  “You’re still as much a member of the team as everyone else, despite having to sit out.”

“I want to be the guy that helps us win the Cup this year.  I want to be—I want to show everyone I can do it.  But I can’t do that from the fucking press box,” the disappointment was evident in his voice.

“You can be.  And you will be,” Lusine encouraged him.  “I know you can, Rasmus.  This is just a hiccup on your way there.  But it’ll happen for you and the team.  I know it.”

Rasmus let out a heavy sigh.  He stayed quiet, having let out everything he had in him before.  He had nothing left to say.  That was the end of it.  He hated being in this position – not playing hockey, not contributing, not being able to do what he wanted to do – and knew he was capable of doing – on the ice.  He felt like screaming and crying at once.  But instead of doing that, he looked deep into Lusine’s eyes.  They were so soft, so tender, so full of worry about him.  “Thank you for being here with me,” he whispered.

“I’m always going to be here for you,” she said.  She hoped it was obvious.  As much as he’d move mountains for her, she’d move mountains for him too.  “I love you.  I’ll still be cheering for you in the press box.  And when you get back out onto the ice, you’ll be able to hear me screaming and cheering from the family room, too.”

Rasmus couldn’t help but crack a smile.  “I love you lilla fågel.”

***

The email was unexpected to say the least.  Very unexpected.

From: University of Toronto Summer Abroad Program [summerabroad@utoronto.ca] To: Lusine Forrester [forresterl@utoronto.ca]

Dear Ms. Lusine Forrester,

Thank you!  We have received your payment in full for the Summer Abroad Program 2022 to Berlin, Germany.  As your fees have now been paid, please see the attached documents.  They include the invoice, receipt for textbooks, and other information relating to your fees.  

If you have any questions or concerns, please do not hesitate to let us know.  

Sincerely, Wendy Shern University of Toronto Summer Abroad Program

Lusine’s heart stopped beating momentarily when she read the words.  Payment in full.  It didn’t make sense at all.  She hadn’t paid anything besides the deposit.  She hadn’t bought any textbooks.  She hadn’t even been to the bank for her appointment yet to secure her loan – that was happening in a few days, still.  The email had to have been a mistake.  Perhaps another student paid in full and they accidentally sent the email to her.  But when she opened the documents – the invoice, the textbook list, and everything else – her name was listed on all of them.  

She immediately picked up her phone and called Rasmus.  She knew he was at physio for his knee, but Lusine needed to get to the bottom of this immediately.  If Rasmus went behind her back and did this, he was gonna hear it from her, regardless of how injured or in pain he was.  “Hello my beautiful lilla fågel,” he answered the phone on the fourth ring.  Lusine felt like she had ants in her pants as she waited.

“I need you to be 100% honest with me,” her tone was serious.

“Uh, okay?  What is it?”

“Did you go behind my back and pay my summer abroad fee without telling me?”

“No.  No.  Absolutely not.”

“Ras—”

“Lusine—I—no, I didn’t,” his voice was strong, serious, absolutely no hint of a lie.  “No.  I wouldn’t do that.  You told me no, so I stayed out of it.”

Of course this was true.  They’d spoken about it and Lusine was adamant that unless she was truly desperate for the money, he would be the absolute last resort.  She believed him when she heard his tone.  “Well…then who did?” she asked.

“What do you mean?”

“I just got an email from the registrar saying that my fees have been paid in full,” Lusine revealed.  “I…it has to be a mistake, right?”

“It’s gotta be.  I didn’t do anything, and you haven’t even had your meeting at the bank yet,” Rasmus said.  “You can always go to their offices to check, right?”

“Looks like I’ll have to,” Lusine bit her bottom lip.  “Ras, you’re sure you didn’t do it?”

“I didn’t do it lilla fågel.  You told me how much you wanted to do this your way so I was going to let you,” he said.  “Go to the registrar today, before the game, and see if there’s a mix-up.”

“Lusine?  There’s a package in the mail for you!” Bianca’s voice called out from the kitchen.

She felt like she was being pulled in three directions.  “Yeah.  I’ll go before the game.  I’ll see you later,” she ended her call with Rasmus.  She walked out of her room and into the kitchen where she knew Bianca was.  

“The package is right there,” Bianca nodded over to it on the dining table.

Lusine picked it up.  It had her name and address written on it, but the first thing she noticed was that there was zero postage.  No stamp, no customs sticker – nothing.  Just blank with her name.  She furrowed her brows.  “I…what?”

“What’s wrong?”

“This has no postage on it,” Lusine handed it to Bianca.  “Look.”

Bianca examined, seeing what Lusine was talking about.  “Someone must have dropped it off, then.”

“But who?  I’m not expecting anything from anyone.  I haven’t even ordered anything because I need to be saving all my money.”

“Well open it and find out,” Bianca urged.

Lusine ripped open the flap of the envelope and slipped her hand inside slowly, grabbing on to the one thing in it that she could feel.  Pulling it out, she and Bianca came face-to-face with a wad of cash.  “What the—”

“What the fuck?!” Bianca exclaimed, her eyes bulging out of their sockets as Lusine dropped it on the table in shock.  “Lusine!”

“What the fuck?!” Lusine exclaimed in the exact same shocked tone as Bianca.  Looking down at the stack of money, she saw the band around it holding it together proclaiming it to be $10,000.  Ten thousand dollars in cash was on her dining table right now.  “Bianca, what the fuck!!!”

“Did you do a drug deal or something?!”

“NO!  I—what in the—what the fuck!”

“Lusine that’s ten thousand dollars!”

This had to be a mistake.  There was no way ten thousand dollars cash was stuffed into an envelope meant for her.  No way.  She looked back into the envelope dramatically, trying to see if there was anything else – any clues whatsoever to let her know what the fuck was going on.  She noticed a slip of paper, so she took it out.

Lusine almost fell to the floor.  She was in complete shock as she let it drop to the table, only for Bianca to pick it up and read what it said.  “So it’s definitely someone you know,” Bianca said.  

“I can’t—ohmyGo—I c—I can’t,” Lusine stuttered out, trying to come to her senses and back down to earth.  She felt like her soul left her body momentarily.  “I need to go.  I need to get ready and I need to go,” she rushed out of the kitchen and down the hall to the bathroom.

“Go where?!” Bianca called out after he, confused as ever.

***

Lusine probably looked like a crazy person.  Not probably – she did look like a crazy person.  She was sure her hair was a mess, her jeans had dog hair all below the knees thanks to Piper – she definitely looked like a disheveled mess.  She tried to calm herself before she climbed the stairs up to the old house that housed the registrar for the Summer Abroad program, but there was no use.  Her heart was beating out of her chest.  

As she opened the door, she turned a corner and followed the appropriate arrows that would lead her to the registrar’s desk.  She saw a peaceful middle-aged woman behind the desk, typing away at her computer.  Lusine approached her gingerly, knowing full well she looked a mess.  “Um, hello, this the registrar for the summer abroad program, right?”

“Yes it is!  How many I help you?” the woman was overly chipper.

“Um, yes, I…” Lusine began awkwardly, remembering she now had to make up a story on the spot in order to get the information that she needed.  “I’m hoping you can help me.  I’ve found myself in a bit of a pickle.”

“What’s that?”

“Um, so I’m one of the participants in the Berlin program, for history, and I received an email that I’ve paid in full.  I’m—I’m sure my dad has paid the fee in full, but he can’t remember which credit card he put it on, and he really needs to know for, like…for like business purposes.  I was just wondering if you can confirm the name on the card,” she said.  It was a long shot, but it was her only hope into figuring out who the hell put almost ten thousand dollars on their credit card for her.

“I’m going to need your name and registration number,” the lady said, which Lusine gave promptly.  “And you said it’s the Berlin history program, correct?”

“Yes ma’am.”

After some more typing, the woman furrowed her brows.  “You said it was your father that paid?”

“Y—Yes.”

“Hmmm.  That’s odd.  The name on the card is a woman’s name.”

“It is?”

The woman moved her screen so Lusine could see a little more of it.  “Right here.  The name on the credit card is Aleida Casillas-Andersen.”

Lusine stopped breathing, and her heart dropped.  So did her jaw.  It was only a few seconds later that Lusine remembered her fake story and the need to play along.  “Th—that’s—silly dad, that’s my step-mom’s card,” she tried to cover quickly, probably failing miserably.

“She’s quite nice,” the registrar smiled.  “I remember her phone call.  She was so excited for you to go and couldn’t stop telling me how great an opportunity this is for you.”

“Th—thank you,” Lusine barely got out.  “I—um, thank you, that’s all I needed.”

“Flight information should be out within the week, Ms…Forrester,” she advised.  “I’d book as soon as possible using the code you’re emailed.  It’s better to get one of the seats we’ve blocked out for the group since it saves you money.”

Lusine nodded her head, but her mind wasn’t at the registrar’s office anymore.

***

Lusine had been late getting to the arena, which meant she wasn’t able to see Rasmus before the game like usual.  He didn’t mind much, considering he wasn’t playing and was unfortunately sitting in the press box anyway (Justin Bieber was even around, somewhere, and Rasmus knew he was allowed to bring Lusine to meet him after the game).  However, he wanted to speak with her more so to see what she found out.  She said she’d tell him in person.  She needed to solve some things first.

Lusine’s leg was bobbing up and down violently as she waited for Aleida to walk through the door of the family lounge.  Bee had already been an angel without even knowing it, mentioning how Aleida was running late because she was making sure Helena was all set up with the nanny before leaving.  

When Lusine finally did see the beautiful, stunning, gorgeous Aleida Casillas-Andersen walk through the door of the family lounge, she bolted up from her seat.  She moved so quickly that Aleida had barely even walked into the lounge before she noticed Lusine marching towards her.  “Oh, hello Lusine,” she smiled almost mischievously.

“You,” Lusine stressed.  She couldn’t believe she was even addressing Aleida in such a tone.  “I need to talk to you now,” she said as she grabbed Aleida’s elbow and dragged her towards the family lounge bathroom – the same bathroom Aleida found her sobbing in just weeks ago.

“Looks like they sent the email,” Aleida was still smiling.  “Or was it the envelope full of cash?”

Lusine turned around and locked the bathroom door behind her before facing Aleida.  “You.  It was you.”

“How’d you find out?”

Aleida was so nonchalant about dropping nearly $20,000 on her that Lusine, even just momentarily, thought she’d gone insane.  “I went to the registrar,” she answered simply.  “I—you—Aleida, why?”

“What do you mean why?” Aleida furrowed her brows.  “Lusine, this is the best thing you can do for yourself.  I’m not about hear that you can’t go because you can’t afford it.”

It was Lusine’s turn to furrow her brows.  “How did you know that?  How did you—I was going to go to the bank on Friday to try and get a loan.  How—did—did Rasmus tell you?”

Aleida shook her head.  “Rasmus didn’t tell me anything.  The day of the Heritage Classic you mentioned having to book more concerts to make more money and Bee picked up on it – she always picks up on that sort of stuff.  I made my decision on what I was going to do by the end of mine and Bee’s conversation.”

Tears welled up in Lusine’s eyes.  She couldn’t believe Aleida’s generosity.  “That’s—that’s twenty grand, Aleida.  Ten of it in cold hard cash.”

Aleida smiled.  “I think you forget sometimes who you associate with and what hockey contracts look like.  And besides, even if I wasn’t married to Fred, I have my own family money.  It’s a lot of money, sure, but it’s not as big a deal as you may think it is.  It’s okay.”

“I can pay you ba—”

“—Absolutely not,” Aleida shook her head, interrupting Lusine quickly.  “Don’t even think about it.  Like, at all.  Please.  This is my gift to you.  The only way you should even think of paying me back is by getting an A in your history course and having the time of your life.  Post pictures and stories all day, every day on Instagram.  I mean it.  That’s how you can pay me back.”

Lusine was crying by now.  Not sobbing, but definitely crying – a thankful cry, that was for sure.  “I won’t let you down, Aleida,” Lusine sniffled.   “I promise.”

“Good,” she smiled, giving Lusine a long, loving hug before pulling away.  “Let’s go watch the game now, hmm?”

***

“Aleida?”

Lusine nodded her head.  The shock in Rasmus’s voice was evident.  “Aleida,” she repeated.    “She doesn’t—she doesn’t even expect me to pay her back.  She told me the way I can repay her is by posting about everything I’m doing to Instagram.”

Rasmus couldn’t help but smile and chuckle slightly.  Aleida was quite the character – he’d known that for a while – but this was new.  He knew she was generous, and this just proved it.  Anybody who said otherwise didn’t truly know her.  “If you think she’s joking, she’s not – she’s serious about that sort of stuff,” he told his girlfriend.

“I know she is,” Lusine said.  “I can’t believe it, but I know she is.”

“It’s all settled now, lilla fågel,” Rasmus said, leaning in to give her a kiss.  “You’re going to Berlin, and you don’t have to worry about anything.”

In all the hustle and bustle of the day and the mental gymnastics of trying to find out where the money came from and the shock of holding $10,000 in cash in her hands, Lusine forgot that simple fact.  Due to a friend’s extreme generosity, she was able to afford to go to Berlin.  She wasn’t going to go into debt to go.  A 10,000-pound weight had been lifted off her shoulders upon the realization, and a wide smile spread across her face.  “I’m going to Berlin,” her emotions bubbled to the surface, an excited jolt of energy crawling up her spine.  “I’m going to Berlin.  And—” she stopped herself, taking a deep breath and covering her mouth partially with her hand.

“And what?” Rasmus urged.

“Do you—I mean—d—would you still want me to—y—you know, come to Sweden?  Or should I just forget abo—”

Rasmus didn’t mean to cut her off with a kiss – he really didn’t – but at the mention of her coming to Sweden, he couldn’t help the wave of emotion that came over him at the prospect of them being in Sweden together.  It hadn’t even happened yet but Rasmus knew it was going to be his favourite thing in the world; the best thing to happen to him after winning a Stanley Cup with the Leafs.  He could feel his heart rate increasing just thinking about Lusine being in the country and meeting his parents and being at his family’s cottage on the water and walking the streets of Uppsala and Stockholm and wherever else he brought her.  “Yes!  God, yes!” he mumbled against her lips, causing her to giggle slightly.  “Are you kidding?  Of course you’re coming to Sweden.”

“Alright – I just wanted to—”

“—I’ll bring you to Stockholm and Uppsala and my family’s cottage and – do you like going on boats?”

“I did when I was a kid.  I haven’t been on one since the accident.”

“I’m gonna bring you out on a boat,” Rasmus immediately resolved.  “Boat and dinner as the sun is setting and—”

Lusine kissed him, hard, knowing that even if she stopped him from speaking, the ideas would still run through his mind a mile a minute.  Her hands near his waist and the tugging at his tucked dress shirt indicated she wanted, need more, and – despite Rasmus thinking of all the things he could do with Lusine to make her fall in love with Sweden – he was happy to oblige.  After unbuttoning his shirt and pushing it off his shoulders, he worked to do the same to her.  Soon, Rasmus rolled on to his back and watched as Lusine, on her knees on the bed beside him, looked at his growing cock through his underwear.  Ever since he had to be careful about his knee, they’d had to become more creative with what they could and couldn’t do.

He felt her hands glide along the waistband of his pants.  “Can I take these off?” she asked.

“Be my guest.”

She smirked at him, unbuttoning them easily and sliding them down his legs.  She palmed his semi-hard cock through his underwear.  She watched as he brought his hands forward to cup her face just as she snuck her fingers underneath the elastic of his underwear.  “I love you, lilla fågel,” he whispered tenderly.

“I love you too,” she smiled, placing a quick kiss below his belly button.  She finished pulling his underwear down, letting his cock free, and took it gently into her hand.  “I love you so much.”

The mood was different—much different.  Unlike other times, which were more frantic or hot, with an intent of fucking (they were young, energetic, and in love, so who could really blame them) – this mood was much softer, more tender.  That wasn’t to say that they’d never had this sort of sex before (they did, quite a bit – first time included); it was that some situations called for fucking, and some called for making love.  Rasmus and Lusine both knew they were about to make love.  

When Lusine pumped him a few times before sucking his head into her mouth, Rasmus stopped her.  “I don’t want to come in your mouth,” he said.

She nodded slightly.  “I know.  Don’t worry,” she whispered before taking him in her mouth again.  Her head bobbed up and down along his shaft slow and steady, taking her time to get him hard.  There was no tugging of her hair, no help from Rasmus to take him deeper.  Just her, her tongue and mouth, and the eye contact they would make with each other.  Rasmus still groaned and swore under his breath, still told her how good she was being.  And when he was hard, he watched with baited breath as Lusine took off the rest of her clothes and climbed on top of him.  He helped guide his member to her entrance, and she lowered herself on top of him, shuddering at the feeling of him filling her up.

“Ras?”

“Hmm?”

“What am I gonna do without your cock in Berlin?”

Rasmus giggled out loud, pushing himself up so he was face to face with her now.  “You’re gonna be having so much fun you’re not even gonna be thinking about my dick,” he said with a cheeky smile.  

“I don’t know about that,” Lusine giggled as she began to grind on his cock.

“Believe it, lilla fågel,” he gave her a kiss.  “Plus it’s nothing a little phone sex won’t cure.”

Lusine smiled at the prospect.  She couldn’t wait to try it out and see what it was like.  Her grinding was making her feel so good so quickly that it sent shivers up her spine.  “Can’t wait,” she said.  There was no-one else out there for her but Rasmus – she was sure of that.  She was so sure of that.  Despite being so young, so inexperienced (especially when she met him), she knew one thing: he was the only one for her, and she was the only one for him.  And no matter how far away they were from each other – if he was in Los Angeles for a game or Sweden visiting home; if she was in Toronto for school or Berlin to study abroad – they were always going to be connected.  Always on each other’s mind.  Bodies always aching for the other.

She wrapped her arms around him, grinding on his cock in his lap, the noises escaping her mouth getting louder, especially as Rasmus continued to whisper sweet nothings in her ear and groan himself at the pleasure he was feeling.  When she was close, she let him know, and he made sure they were kissing as he released himself inside of her, moaning loudly.  He felt her body shake with pleasure as she cried out, digging her fingernails into his skin as her orgasm washed through her entire body, the feeling of Rasmus filling her up the only drug she needed in her life.  

As they came down from their highs, Lusine couldn’t help but cup Rasmus’s face and look him in the eye.  “Can I tell you something?”

“Always.”

She gave him a long kiss before she spoke again.  “I love you, but I also love us,” she said.  “I love us together.  Does that make sense?”

Rasmus nodded his head.  “Makes complete sense.  I love us too.”

“I love everything about us together and who we are as a couple.”

“Me too.  Because I’m meant for you, remember?  There was never gonna be anybody else for you but me,” Rasmus affirmed.

“And I’m meant just for you.  There’s nobody else for you but me, either.”

“That’s the only way I want it to be.  Forever.”

“Forever.”

[thebadbatch]

Hii, I have a request.

Could you, pretty please write reader being to the Bad Batch, during the Bad Batch what Omega is to them (I still don’t know how to define that ksksks), but when order 66 happens and they take Omega she is super jealous and such (and could you please also do your writer magick to include Crosshair with them)? Thank you so so much, you’re a very sweet person

A/N: I really hope that this is okay! If there's anything you want changed or added then DM me! :3 Enjoy!

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader

Plot: You are apart of Clone Force 99 but had been captured by the Empire and seperated from your brothers who had no idea you existed. Upon escape they find you and it's your goal to get your little sister back too.

Warnings: None, just a little intense with the Empire and a little violence.

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Ad'ika

Rapidly running through the halls you finally shut yourself into a room, panting heavily within an attempt to capture your breath. You were currently stuck on an imperial ship, the plan you had been trying to muster up for months was finally in place but storm troopers were hot on your tail. You were a clone, a young one a part of some experimental unit but you were said to be the first female one. The empire had gotten you when order 66 commenced and nobody cared, everybody watched as they took you to experiment on and nobody was there to help or assist you. Sighing softly you turned toward the hallway you were supposed to go down beginning to pull yourself towards it. 

"Escape pods…" You whispered to nobody in particular, beginning to pull it open and activate it. 

"Halt! Step away from the escape pod, kid." The storm troopers voice muffled out, a blaster pointed in your direction. Staring at him you just ran into the pod, slamming the door shut behind you which thankfully prevented any blaster shots hitting you. What button were you supposed to press? They all looked different and you couldn't mess up, not now at least. You could already hear the footsteps of the reinforcements coming toward your location, so within a final attempt you pressed one of the buttons which thankfully freed you into the space before you - guiding you throughout nowhere. You were free, but at what cost? Nobody was there, no planets were nearby and you were lost in the middle of space. A small child alone, nowhere - this was it. At least you weren't in imperial hands anymore and you were free on your own terms. Gazing around at the newly found controls, you clicked a square button that blinked rapidly. A communications device? You've seen these briefly before, perhaps some other people would find you? 

"Hello?" You spoke softly, voice echoing in the small escape pod as the cold began to finally get to you. "I'm y/n, I'm a part of experimental unit 99 and I'm lost. Please help." You whispered out, praying to the stars somebody could hear you and could save you. If the empire arrived before somebody else could then that would be it. Back to square one. But there was definitely a spark of hope, one in which you were going to dream of as your eyes shut allowing you to fall into a much needed cold slumber. Perhaps when you woke up things would be better? 

"Hello?" The ship's communication device lit up before 5 men who rushed into the cockpit, Tech accepting the signal and listening. "I'm y/n, I'm part of experimental unit 99 and I'm lost. Please help." The men turned to one another questioning the words that were spoken by an unknown user. 

"Experimental unit 99?" Hunter repeated, keeping his eyes trained on Tech who looked equally as confused as his brother. 

"That's our unit!" Wrecker interjected, confused but still rather excited at the message they had received. 

"Don't be stupid, Wrecker." Crosshair grumbled, moving over toward his brothers - a toothpick lingering between his lips. "Are we supposed to actually believe they're a part of our unit?" Echo nodded lightly, gazing at them all as Tech took a soft breath in allowing the confusion to lift. 

"Well, it's still highly possible they could have created others before us and lingered us all a part of the same batch." Hunter sat in the Co pilot's chair, beginning to press certain things on the control panel. "But it could still be a trap, we can't be certain they made others before us-" Hunter's voice soon pushed Techs aside, abruptly stopping him mid sentence. 

"We'll take our chances." The other three brothers strapped themselves into the spare chairs, watching as Hunter set some orders. "Tech, get the coordinates that the signal sent out." He simply nodded, typing in a few things before locking onto the signal. 

"They seem to be situated in the middle of nowhere, but the closest planet seems to be Jakku. I suggest we hurry if we're going to get ourselves into some mess." The others nodded as hyperspace soon commenced, blurring stars filling the window as they travelled toward the lonely signal silently hoping there was another one of them - perhaps even another brother. 

Once the ship pulled out of hyperspace, their eyes fell upon a lonely escape pod floating with no destination and a single person inside. They couldn't make out the person using the escape pod due to the distance. Tech soon moved the attack shuttle closer to allow the escape pod to lock onto their beloved ship. 

"I'm locking on the escape pod, the user seems unconscious." Hunter simply nodded and stood, walking toward the airlock and awaiting the escape pod to lock on. 

"I'll retrieve the person. After this we need to get out of here just in case, prepare hyperspace for Ord Mantell." The others simply nodded as the doors to the escape pod opened, Hunter disappearing momentarily. As he walked in, he noticed a young girl curled up in the seat, hiding her face for any sort of warmth she could muster. He crouched down, gently placing his hand against her shoulder in an attempt to wake her up - she didn't. Hesitantly he picked her up and rushed out of the pod to his brothers, 

"She won't wake up!" He seemed rather panicked as Tech disengaged the escape pod and activated hyperspace before he stood. Once Hunter placed her against the Med table, Tech ran a med scan over her as the others came to see what was going on. 

"She's cold and beyond exhausted, her health is otherwise fine. I suggest she borrow somebody's bunk until she wakes." Echo was the first to step forward, 

"She can borrow mine for now, is she really a part of the experimental unit?" Tech sighed softly as Hunter lifted her back up, carrying her to the bunks. 

"It's possible, we can't know more until she wakes up." Wrecker had followed Hunter as he placed her into bed, ensuring the blankets were wrapped around her and placing Lula into her arms. 

You awoke slowly, blinking rapidly as you took in your surroundings. You felt warm but why? Moving slowly, you felt the blankets soft texture against your hands finally being able to open your eyes fully enough to realize where you were. Was this another imperial ship? Did the empire find you first? Surely it couldn't be them, they had never let you sleep in a bed before. Turning to your side you saw a soft looking plush coloured in black and red, your childlike curiosity took over as you held it in your hands squishing it gently. Who saved you? What was this place? 

"You're up then?" A voice spoke, a large gun against his back - it seemed to be a sniper rifle. You gasped and stood up quickly, preparing to run. "Woah woah there kid, I'm not going to hurt you." He took in a breath as he examined your shocked face, "We saved you from that escape pod." Nodding slowly you backed up instead, realising there wouldn't be anywhere to go. 

"We?" You asked before a different man arrived with a bandanna around his head, nodding softly toward his brother who left the room. 

"Hey kid, you're up. I'm Hunter, we just rescued you from that pod." You sat back against the bed, gazing around the room for whatever you could use as a weapon. "I need to ask, are you actually a part of clone batch 99?" You just nodded slightly at his words, fiddling with your hands in thought. Was this just another group of people who were going to experiment on you? 

"Yes. I'm sick of the experiments - please just leave me alone, I'm sure you can find credits elsewhere." Your hands automatically clung to the plush which made Hunter smile and slowly sit beside you which made you flinch. 

"I'm a part of the same batch, so is everybody else aboard this ship." It took a moment or two to process his words. Your brothers had found you? These were your brothers and they had come back for you? Rescued you? 

"You're my big brother?" You breathed out slowly, eyes meeting his own. He nodded slowly at your words, gently smiling to give you some comfort. 

"All of us are." He slowly stood and offered you his hand, "Would you like to meet them?" Hesitantly you took his hand all whilst clinging to the plush, everything felt scary but you had finally found your brothers, so maybe everything would be alright again. Upon walking into the cockpit, you saw your other four brothers turn toward you, smiles on some of their faces. 

"Hey kid, I'm Echo." He spoke, crouching before you. "These are the others, Wrecker, Crosshair and Tech - you've met Hunter already." You nodded gently and gazed lightly at them all. Wrecker soon stood forward, a big smile against his face.

"You enjoyin' Lulas company?" He asked, gesturing toward the plush held tightly in your arms. "She's always helped me when I start feelin' scared so I thought she'd help you too!" You couldn't help but smile softly at his kind gesture, softly passing her back over to him.

"Thanks for letting me borrow her... She helped." Yeah soon interrupted the conversation, a datapad held tightly in his hands.

"Y/n, I believe that you said you were a part of our clone unit. Is this true?" You simply nodded, recalling the time you had spent on Kamino. It wasn't particularly good or bad, but it was your home nonetheless.

"Yes, I was there when you were all created along with another." Tech paused, typing rapidly into the datapad.

"Another?" Crosshair asked, eyes wide." I thought it was just us five?" Shaking your head you rubbed your hands together, it was a nervous habit of yours.

"Her name is Omega. I was created first then she was, then we watched them create all of you but you all got accelerated healing." Hunter moved forward toward Tech,

"Omega? She's our sister?" He turned toward everybody, "We left her on Kamino!" Echo stood and placed a hand against his shoulder,

"It's safe for her there, we had no choice." He sighed in response to Echos words,

"What about y/n? It's not safe for her here either." You crossed your arms softly and stared at them,

"I'm a clone too you know, I was created with war in mind."

When you had told them that you had been created with war in mind, they decided to make you a permanent part of their team. It had been a year since they saved you from the escape pod and from the Empire. You were now pretty much a fully trained soldier with incredible blasting skills, senses and some skills behind technology. There were many new memories with your brothers and you had all created an unbreakable bond. However, lately things were difficult due to Order 66 being implemented across the galaxy and you only had one goal and that was to rescue your sister Omega from Kamino. You were currently on course for the planet, prepared to try and get away with this rescue mission as quickly as possible.

"How far off are we from landing?" You asked, preparing your blaster and adjusting the custom made armour they had prepared for you. Turning toward Tech who was currently piloting the ship you felt the attack shuttle judder. 

"Any moment now." Hunter moved everybody toward the door, glancing between each sibling.

"Set your blasters to stun, we aren't looking to kill any of our brothers." He grabbed onto the side and placed a hand upon your shoulder as the ship took a rather rough landing. "Y/n, are you certain you know where Omega will be?" Nodding you watched as Tech joined you all, switching his blaster to stun.

"I am, we were always there together - She never left." The ramp opened up which allowed you all to rush down, stunning any and every clone that had their blasters pointed toward you.

"Go and get Omega! We'll keep you covered." Rushing frantically down the hall with Wrecker and Tech following for cover, you reached the lab that you were certain she'd be in. Due to the facility on lockdown, Tech had overridden the systems and managed to get the door open much to your relief.

"Omega?" You called out, gazing around until your eyes fell on her placed upon the medtable. "Come on, we're getting you out of here - I found our brothers!" She recognised you as soon as you removed your helmet, rushing into your arms and allowing you to pick her up. You were young, but old enough to take care of your little sister and shoot a blaster. They had given you certain aspects of accelerated aging but not enough to bring you to your brother's ages.

"Y/n, I wanna go. The clones have chips and-" You hushed her lightly, placing your helmet over her for at least some protection until you reached the Marauder. 

" I know, order 66." She hid against you which allowed you to rush away with your brothers, running into the ship and allowing Tech to fly you all away. A quick in and out with everything going how it needed to go. Omega removed her helmet, passing it back with a mumbled thanks.

"Omega, hey kid." Hunter spoke, crouching down and hugging her. She stayed silent against him though which definitely wasn't the welcome back he hoped he'd get. "What's wrong?" He asked, voice gentle in tone.

"You all left me but took y/n - I was terrified and you had all left me." Her eyes soon filled with tears, voice gentle with hints of anger. Crouching down beside her you pulled her into a gentle hug.

"I never stopped trying to get to you, the Empire took me and our brothers found me after I escaped." You paused for a moment as she clung onto you. "We couldn't come and get you until it was safe to do so, now order 66 has happened, it's safer for you to stay with us." Hunter smiled warmly as she pulled away, smiling lightly. "You never stopped being my Ad'ika." The others soon walked in, greeting Omega with a long awaited hug. In all honesty you couldn't wait to create new memories with your family now you were all together, memories of your own.

[cwnhyunsu]

hello everyone! i have never been so excited to join a new rp, and now that the wait is over i am shaking with excitement! in case i have not bothered you in dms, my name is mali ( she/they, 20 almost 21, est ), and i am here to ruin everyone’s day with my beloved muse, han hyunsu. if we haven’t plotted yet, or i haven’t replied to your dms, feel free to interact with this post and i’ll come and bother you!

such a charming, young prince, but don’t be deceived. a look into his story and you’ll see han hyunsu is not all he is cracked up to be.

STORY. ( tw: mentions of death and murder )— STATS.— VALUES. — PLOTS.

ONCE UPON A TIME . . . hyunsu was born into a noble family; his father is a honorable military official in the kingdom of clovers, and his mother is a well-renowned seamstress who owns her own tailor shop in between the three kingdoms. being the eldest child of his family, hyunsu always carried the burden of being a good example for his siblings and honoring his family name. 

from a young age he studied hard to even have a chance at being a royal. this was partially due to his parents ( more specifically his father ) pushing him to be the best he could be, and partially due to the fact that he wanted praise from his parents. of course, all his hard work paid off, and hyunsu was able to become as a royal at the age of sixteen.

IN THE KINGDOM OF . . . clovers, hyunsu quickly began his training in hopes to become a prince. at the time, he fell in love with one of his competitors, lee seonwoo. the two often met in secret, as they did not want to ruin their chances at becoming princes. they never had an established relationship, yet the feelings were real, especially to hyunsu. and when the two became princes, things quickly began to change.

THERE WAS SOMETHING IN THE AIR . . . but it wasn’t love. lee seonwoo became a second-tier prince, loved and cherished by everyone around him, while hyunsu remained in the shadows of his own lover as a third-tier prince. it did not help that hyunsu found himself alone, as the person he used to spend most of his time with had now left him in the dust. nothing compared to the pain and jealousy hyunsu had felt, and even now he still is left feeling angered by his past.

SO HE BID ADIEU TO THE BELOVED PRINCE . . .( tw: murder ) and after a lot of thought, hyunsu decided the best way to move on and live his best life was to murder his lover via poisoning. no one knows he did it, not even those closest to him. it is a secret hyunsu will carry for the rest of his life, a burden that is a weight on his shoulders. yet now, despite being shackled up by his own sins, hyunsu lives freely as a second-tier prince.

personality.

although he is haunted by his own past, hyunsu has a pretty bold personality. resilient, open-minded, and flexible are a few words that could describe the prince, though he is also cunning, impulsive, and vain. he means well, but often times finds himself butting heads with a lot of people.

most of his time was spent learning the politics and society of the kingdom of clovers, so it’s a not a shocker that hyunsu tends to be slightly misogynistic ( boo, let women be women! ). this can be viewed more in his page about his values, but for now let’s just say he does not vibe with the queen-- even if he sucks up to her.

if you are his friend, he will spend every day supporting and loving you. if you are his enemy, he will spend every day pushing your buttons until you surrender.

sentence starters.

“you look like a ghost. like you just came back from the dead.”

“well if you know so much about me, you should write a biography.”

“felt like i had to rescue you from that situation.”

“you just have to suck the joy outta everything!”

"nothing goes over my head! my reflexes are too fast, i would catch it!"

“i look around, and you know what i see? losers, but life's given us a chance.”

misc.

inspiration: dark red ( steve lacy ), scar ( the lion king ), loki ( marvel )

psd credit.

[moonlit-mizukage]

Chapter thirteen: Why put in so much effort?

Word Count: 1.2K

TW Swearing, angst, characters acting different, comparison of words to Vomit

Summary: U.A.’s third year student y/l/n Y/n, has had a crush for a long time on Todoroki Shouto. One day she decides to write an anonymous love letter, sticks it under his door. She confessed her love and asked him to meet under the Cherry tree Saturday at 4pm. She prepared with her friends for this moment, but what happens when someone else takes credit for the letter? (All characters aged up to third year!)

Taglist open!! Send an ask or do to be added!!

An: This chapter do be an angsty one !!! 

Kirishima POV

On my way down to her room, I had thought about yesterday, and if it was really a good idea to bring this up today. As I reached up to knock on her door, she swung it open and instantly threw her arms around me. 

“I’ve missed hanging out with you alone.” 

“I’ve missed it too y/n.” I said hugging back with one arm.. We walked inside sitting down at the small table she had while I passed over her food. 

“I can’t believe you made my favorite. What’s the special occasion?” 

“I have something I wanted to talk to you about, but after you eat.” She locked eyes with me, but you could see the worry written on her face. “Don’t worry it’s nothing bad.” I hoped she wouldn't take it badly anyways. 

While we ate I made small talk with her to lighten the mood a bit, more of a distraction for me. I kept thinking I shouldn’t be here. It's not fair that I am surprising her with this with what she's been going through. 

“So do you think you will be able to gather enough evidence to show Todoroki that it really was you this whole time?” 

“I think so, well I hope so.” She said, wiping her face off. She looked down at her hands and began fiddling with her thumbs.  

“Why put in so much effort? He was easily fooled into believing it was someone else with out any proof.” 

“Well why do we do the things we do for the ones we love?” She looked up again meeting my eyes.

“I guess that makes sense.” I was beginning to be a little more nervous about what I have been wanting to tell her. 

“I did pour my whole heart into that letter. I mean, with your help of course, but I just feel really connected with him.” 

“You never really talked to him though?” 

“It’s just the way I felt when we did. I don't know exactly how to explain it.” She said standing up. 

“Let’s sit on my bed and talk.” I followed behind her as we sat down. “It may sound dumb to you, but you will understand when you fall in love too.” 

“I get that you have liked him since first year, but how do you know it's really love?” 

“You just know,” She raised her hand and pointed to my chest. “You feel it here Kiri.” 

“Ah, I see..” I looked away from her quickly looking towards the picture of us and our friends on her bedside table. 

“So, hypothetically speaking uhhhhhh,” I took a deep breath, why am I so nervous? 

“What do you mean hypothetically speaking?”

“Just ummm… hypothetically if say, someone you are friends with liked you…..what would you do?” I noticed her perk up, showing me I had her full attention now. 

“Well depending on the person, I would react differently.” 

“What do you mean by that?” 

“Well depending on who it is, I would decline based on how I know their personalities would react or take the rejection.” 

“So hypothetically, if I was to ask you out, how would you reject me?” 

“Kiri! You’re my best friend as if you would ask me out!” I just smiled at her awkwardly, 

“Well it’s hypothetical silly! I just wanted to see since you sound like some sort of master of saving feelings.” She went silent for a moment.

“So who is it?”

“What?” My eyes grew bigger as I began to feel my heart race. “No one at all hahaha….” 

“Kiri… I know you better then that. First you used “hypothetically” and now you're just saying “hahaha”, that to me is suspicious.” 

“Uhhhhh, I gotta go, sorry y/n!! See you later.” Before she could say anything to me I rushed out of the room and off to the stairs just running up to my room. My phone started blowing up with messages from y/n already. 

Falling back down on my bed, I let out a deep sigh. I realized now I never asked her about Midoriya. Just when I was about to close my eyes and hopefully fall asleep for the night, a knock and voice could be heard from the opposite side of my door. 

“Kiri, I know you are in here, please let me talk to you. I’m sorry about upstairs, we can just be bros and pretend it didn’t happen, but I still want to hang out with my best friend. I miss hanging out with you.”  I wasn’t sure if some kind of demon possessed me or what really happened, but I ripped open my door, facing her sad eyes. I felt angry. 

“Are you sure you wouldn’t prefer hanging out with Deku?” I said, anger dripping from my words. 

“Where is this coming from? Did you have a personality change on your way up here?” She asked, surprised. 

“No, I am just kinda tired of how you constantly hang out with deku, if i even get invited, it's even after him? Are you in love with him too or something? Why am I always your second choice now?” 

“What the actual fuck kirishima.” 

“I’m not sure, you tell me. We have been best friends for years, all of a sudden Deku swoops you away!! I just don’t get it. When did I become not enough for you?” 

“You're acting like we were in a romantic relationship! You need to calm down.” Her voice had started to raise. 

“Is that really all you have to say?” 

“I missed one hang out, like what the fuck?” You could see eyes become more glossy.  

“That's not the point. You know what? Forget it. I’m tired. So just leave.” I didn’t want this to continue anymore, hell I didn’t even know where all this rage jealousy had come from to begin with. 

“You may be my best friend but he is the only one who gets what I have been feeling. Being in love for over 2 years then seeing them together does something to you. Something he understands, something I wouldn’t want you to understand cause it hurts.” I couldn't control what I said next, like word vomit, it just came spewing out.  

“You must be living in some kind of fantasy world, cause in this world, Todoroki doesn't even know you exist. It's truly pathetic watching you day after day chasing someone like that, when one of your close friends is madly in love with you!!” At this point tears had started free falling from her eyes. 

“Out of all the people in the world who could hold such harsh words in their hearts, my last guess would have been you Kirishima. Just do me a favor and don’t contact me for a while.” With that she left. She left me standing in my door, watching her leave. Watching her slowly lose it more and more with each step she took. I knew it was bad. I knew I shouldn’t have said these things. The reason I did? Jealousy. I felt jealous of Midoriya, I felt jealous how she responded even to Bakugou the day she saw Ochaco with Todoroki. Most of all, I was jealous of Todoroki.

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AN: Plot twist coming up got me mad excited to write it. I hope everyone is still enjoying the story line. I hope it doesn’t seem like I strayed too much from the summary plot line. This has been mapped in my head for a while, so hopefully people are still enjoying it!! Feel free to send asks, dms, or even leave comments with reactions to the story! As a writer it means alot to see these as it  gives me joy to see reactions or positive responses!! Don’t feel pressure to do it though!! 

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I am looking for 2 beta readers for my dark!MacRiley AU. I am looking for people who can think critically about a story and provide detailed feedback. I am NOT looking for proofreaders (grammar/spelling edits). 

Summary

In the wake of Jack’s death, it feels like the world dropped out from beneath Riley and Mac’s feet. Neither knows which way is up anymore. Mac, to his credit, is handling it better than Riley—who, after a week of crying, stopped showing any emotion at all. She’s running on rage and her vicious promise that the woman who killed Jack would spend the rest of her life rotting in a cell. Riley isn’t grieving; she’s obsessing, and Mac feels her slipping away a bit more every day. 

Riley wants revenge. Mac just wants to keep their heads above water. 

So when Riley goes rogue, Mac has no choice but to go after her. This is his last chance to reel her in, to help Riley process her grief in a healthy way. And if he fails—if Riley succeeds in convincing him to join her bloody crusade—then the Phoenix may very well be hunting them again, and unlike with Codex, this time they’ll deserve it. 

Alternating Riley and Mac POV. 2k to 5k words per chapter. 

Qualifications:

must be 18+

comfortable reading fucked up mental health, graphic violence, and smut

prior writing/beta reading experienced preferred

Expectations:

provide clear, nuanced written feedback on every chapter in a timely manner 

answer a basic set of questions, in addition to providing your own thoughts

prioritize higher order concerns (accurate characterization, consistency, plot concerns, pacing, flow, etc.) 

willing to brainstorm ideas with me

long term commitment; 1-2 hours every two weeks (I’m a slow writer)

Interested? Great! Please DM me and answer the following questions:

Have you edited before?

How would you edit a friend’s work as opposed to a stranger’s?

What are your strengths in editing? Weaknesses? 

Read THIS POST on giving useful critique. 

I will send chapter 1 to all candidates and pick my final beta readers based on the quality of feedback they provide. 

Thank you!! :)

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Hey! Chris x reader slow burn? I don’t have a clear idea but.. just slow burn, OMG.

I’ve not done much slow burn. I mean my Andy series was kinda, my Ransom fic was and my new ransom series has been kinda. But yeah i love this. Slow burn is some of my fave stuff to read. 

Reader is going to be a singer/actress in this! 

I hope you love this as i’m feeling very insecure about it. Let me know, feedback is always welcome.

Disclaimer: My work is not to be posted anywhere else other than MY Tumblr, Wattpad and Ao3 without my permission. However, reblogs are welcome.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warning: Slow burn, fluff and smut...MAYBE 😉

Word Count: 5,694

Summary: You and Chris are about to become co-stars in a new movie. You meet him when you attend the Oscars and from the second your eyes meet, a crush develops on both parts. But it’s not as easy to admit your feelings. 

GIF NOT MINE!!! Credit to @itsagentromanoff go check them out ❤️

Worth The Wait

As an actor, Chris Evans is used to women fawning over him and pretty much throwing themselves his way. He’s got the ladies right where he wants them. He’s no heartbreaker, not intentionally anyway but he has been around the block a couple times.

When it comes to you on the other hand, your the polar opposite. You’ve only had one serious relationship. Sure guys ask you out or slide into your DM’s but you pay them no mind. You prefer to focus on your career. 

You’re currently on track to release some new music. You’re also preparing to start shooting scenes for a new movie in the next couple of months. A romance movie. As soon as you got the part you found out about who would be your love interest. It’s Chris Evans.

As an actress and a woman in the industry, you obviously know who he is, you don’t live under a rock. He’s been in lots of movies that you’ve seen. He’s also very handsome, you can’t deny that. But you won’t be the one to fall at his feet. That isn’t your style. You prefer the subtle approach.

Tonight is the first time that you’re attending the Oscars and to say that you’re nervous would be the understatement of the century. It’s a day in the hairdressers chair with a makeup artist in the afternoon and a nail tech too. Your dress is at your house, hung up on the rack ready to put on last minute.

“So what are we going for today?” your hairdresser asks, you show her some images and she gets to work on what you requested. It has to be perfect. You have to make a good impression.

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4:30pm

Makeup done, nails done, hair done. Time for the finishing touch, your dress.

Your car pulls up to your house, ready to take you there, the nerves are flooding your body but you have your best guy friend with you, Jason. He’s your date tonight.

“Calm yourself, you’ll be fine” he’s always reassuring you whenever your anxiety hits full force.

“I just don’t know what to expect” he rests his hands over yours before handing you a glass of champagne. 

“Get this down you, it’ll help” you can’t help but giggle, taking the glass and drinking all of the contents in it. 

Whether you’re ready or not for the red carpet, you’re here. No turning back.

As you step out, your friend helps you. You’re wearing a full length red dress with black heels. You’re bombarded with flashes and shouting. Photographers calling for you to look their way. 

You walk onto the carpet, posing with your friend when you stop for the cameras. He wraps his arm around you and you smile as he whispers in your ear about all the camera men getting excited thinking that you two are a couple. He already knows the questions that you’re going to be asked. 

‘Is he your boyfriend?’

‘How long have you been together?’

You have the perfect response ready if that happens. He steps out of your way briefly so you can get some solo pics taken, this isn’t actually that bad. Posing for the cameras that is. It’s quite annoying with everyone shouting at you to look at them but aside from that, you’re enjoying it.

As you walk further up the carpet you hear everyone screaming “CHRIS OVER HERE” 

It’s Chris Evans. The leading man for your new movie. He looks good. More than good. He’s hot. But you won’t let that show. 

Chris pulls Scott back to him when they finish taking solo pictures. Ready to take more with them two together. Scott starts laughing at something the photographers say before noticing Chris not paying attention.

“Earth to Chris” he snaps his fingers in his face, following his eye line, that’s when he discovers what’s got his brother so distracted, or should he say who.

You’re stood there, laughing your head off with a guy, your smile is the type of smile that has everyone around smiling along with you. 

It’s infectious, just like your laugh. You look absolutely gorgeous. 

He knows exactly who you are, he’s heard your music and the movies you’ve done. He also knows that you’re playing his love interest for his new upcoming movie. Now he’s seen you in person he can tell he’ll have no trouble with intimate scenes. 

He watches you until he feels Scott tugging at his arm and just before he looks away, you look up, your eyes meet. For a split second. 

And in that second, he feels something. A crush developing. It sounds crazy, he doesn’t even know you but he feels some type of way.

Your eyes meet his blue ones, only for a second but it has your heart beating fast. He really is beautiful. You’re looking forward to working with him. 

All of the celebrities make their way into the building ready for the event to start, you’re guided to your table.

You’re sitting with the man himself. It’s like there’s a god up there plotting all of this, forcing you together. You can’t complain though. 

“So, you’re Y/N then?” he pipes up, rubbing his hands together before lifting a glass to his pink lips, they look so soft. You wonder what it would be like to kiss them. But remember, you need to keep it subtle.

“Yeah, i heard i’ll be working with you soon” he nods his head “Indeed, i look forward to it” Scott and your date look back and forth between the two of you, the chemistry is painfully obvious between you and Chris. 

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Since both of your plus ones have left to go to the toilet, he moves over to sit next to you. Not caring about how it looks to everyone around.

“How long have you and Jason been together?” you can’t help but giggle, you knew people would assume things.

“He’s not my boyfriend, he’s my best friend. I’m single by the way if that’s what you were trying to find out” he sighs at his failed attempt.

He can’t believe that you just sassed him. It makes him like you more. He’s intrigued, he wants to find out more. Whether that’s going to be possible in this setting is the one question on his mind. That and the question of asking you for your number before the others come back.

“Listen, i don’t usually do this but since we’re going to be working together anyways. I just wondered if maybe i could get your number. We can try and find time to hang out, get to know each other a bit better before shooting starts” you bite back the smile that tugs at the corners of your mouth, giving him your best poker face.

“I mean, i suppose that could be handy. Sure” your voice normal, your facial expressions are dead serious as you type your number into his iPhone. 

He grins as he moves back to his seat and minutes later Scott and Jason return. They both take their seats and the show resumes. Cameras are rolling so you try your best to look good in case you’re caught in the footage, checking yourself out in your pocket mirror quickly.

This night is going really well so far. 

You like Chris of course you do, he’s handsome, charming and polite. But as much as you’re looking forward to kissing him and getting close you have to admit that he’s not your usual type. You also have your reservations about ever going there with him if he tried it.

You don’t date co stars, not whilst you’re filming with them anyways. It’s unprofessional, a rule you’ve not broken so far but will he make it difficult for you? That’s another thing entirely.

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It’s a Wednesday afternoon and you’re chilling at home today. Shooting for your movie starts next weekend and you’re taking all the time you can to work on some new music and take some much needed pamper time.

You sit there in your studio, writing lyrics and figuring out a beat when you hear your phone ringing. There’s a huge pile of sheet music in the way, you start moving it to find your phone sat there. Chris’s name on the screen.

“Hello” you greet

“Well hello to you too, someone sounds very happy to hear from me” he chuckles, making your heart flutter. 

“Oh, can’t you tell, i’m jumping up and down from all the excitement” he can’t hold back his laughter, trying to stop it so he can actually speak.

“What are you up to today?”

“Currently, i’m song writing. Yourself?” he hums in response “not a lot, i was wondering if you wanted to try and hang out? Get to know each other, shooting starts next weekend and i barely know who i’m going to be kissing” he’s cheeky and very flirtatious, you gotta give him his props. He knows how to woo the ladies. But you’re not buying any of this. He probably does this with all of this leading ladies.

As much as you want to swoon and give in, you have to stay professional and protect your heart. He’s dangerously handsome, the dream personality that every girl wants a guy to have. He’s perfect but you could get hurt if you step over that line.

You decline his invite, making an excuse about getting this song done. He sounds quite sad as he hears your rejection. 

“Well, i guess i’ll leave you to it then. Maybe we can do it another time” you agree, hanging up the phone.

You feel silly for declining his invite. But you have stuff to do, you also know that if you start hanging out, you’ll catch feelings. 

Little do you know, catching feelings for one Chris Evans is inevitable. It’ll sneak up on you.

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“Chris and Y/N to set please” the director shouts, summoning the two of you. It’s your first scene with him. He spots you and smiles as you get closer.

“Oh if it isn’t miss unavailable” he mocks, you shove him playfully “Or maybe i was just trying to shake you off” he rolls his eyes. You both check over the script before the cameras start rolling.

Your character is sat in a cafe when his character strolls in with his friends. He looks around when his eyes fall on you. You’re sat there reading a book, sipping at your coffee when you hear them all making a bunch of loud noises. 

You look up and your eyes meet and in this moment, it doesn’t even feel like acting. It feels real. 

“You guys go ahead, i’ll catch up” he practically rushes his friends out of the door before sitting across from you.

“Wait, people actually read nowadays?” you scoff at his attempt to be funny, finishing up your drink and packing your stuff away. 

Just like in real life, he can��t catch a break with you. You aren’t giving him the time of day.

“I didn’t mean to offend you” you roll your eyes, turning back to him. 

“If you think some comment about books is going to offend me then let me just say that you’ll have to work a lot harder” you storm out of the building, away from him. 

The director yells cut. You head over to him for some feedback. He seems very happy with how the scene worked out. He gives a couple of tips for the next scene. He wants your character to bump into Chris’s character at work, leading him to mock you and get cocky about you stalking him.

You take a couple of sips from your water bottle before continuing. Shooting the next scenes. He keeps messing up, causing you to be there longer. Shooting the same one over and over. Next take he gets it, you don’t mess up once. You feel quite smug about it. He’s the professional, you’re the amateur and he’s the one messing up his lines. How ironic.

It’s time for a break, you head back to your trailer, sitting down and flicking through your phone. You hear a knock on your door. “Come in” you call out, he enters. 

“Following me around i see” you giggle

“Nice sarcasm. Very funny. Have i done something wrong?” you furrow your brows in confusion. 

“No, why?” maybe your stand offish attitude and poker face expression has clearly been too good.

“You just seem really off with me. Rejecting any invitation i made to hang out last week. Rushing off set when they called for a break. Seems like you don’t want to be around me” you shrug him off.

“There’s no issue, i didn’t mean to give that impression. It might just be my nerves. I’m sorry” you feel awful. You never intended to take your professionalism too far. Clearly you’ve come across as a stuck up bitch. Like you’re too good for him, that’s not the case.

“It’s cool. Look if it helps with the nerves, i was the same when it came to Captain America. I almost turned the role down and missed out on it because of my anxiety. But you just gotta take a deep breath and remind yourself that you’re here because you’re talented and clearly the best woman for the role” 

You feel taken back by him. He’s really down to earth. A quality you didn’t expect to be real in him. You’ve seen interviews and heard lovely things about him before but a lot of celebrities have a way of acting one way in public and another behind closed doors.

That very clearly isn’t the case for him. He’s real. Genuine and very soft in person. 

The fact that he took the time to come and see if you were okay and to squash any tensions. He didn’t have to but he did. It’s nice and endearing to see.

“Thank you, honestly i appreciate it. I’m just a bit off my game. I’ve not done much in terms of movie roles and this is only my 3rd role so i’m trying to get better with nerves” he flashes you a reassuring smile before standing up.

“I’m going to get some snacks, you coming?” you throw your phone in your bag and head out with him, accepting his offer this time.

“So what music are you working on?” he asks, shoving some fruit into his mouth.

“Just music, i don’t want to give too much away and risk boring you with the details” he waves it off “you could never be boring” your cheeks heat up but you continue to eat to ignore it.

“Seriously, you can’t just sing me something?” he begs, giving you his best puppy dog eyes. 

“Guess you’ll have to wait for that Evans”

“What’s your deal anyways?” you ask as you finish up with your food and head back to set. 

“What do you mean?” you shrug “your relationship status duh. I mean i think i’ve shared a lot with you today. It’s your turn” he nods “I’m single unfortunately. 39 and still single, quite pathetic i know” you stop walking, turning to him.

“Dude, snap. You’re not pathetic don’t worry. I feel the same occasionally being 28 and still single when all my friends have kids and are married but it happens. Love works in mysterious ways. It’ll happen when it’s supposed to” 

It’s true. As much as you feel lonely, you know things will fall into place soon. So you try not to stress to much.

You get back to set and continue with filming. It’s gonna be a long day.

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You make your way back to the trailer, preparing to get some sleep but you feel your phone buzz when you pull the covers over you. 

‘I can’t sleep, fancy watching a movie?’ 

This screams trouble. You already spent some time with him off set today. 

Fuck it.

‘Sure, come over?’ 

You don’t get a response but a knock at the door distracts you.

“You brought snacks” you chirp, spying the chocolate in his hands. He walks in, kicking his shoes off and making his way to the bedroom area. 

“Someone’s making themselves at home” he grabs the remote, flicking through your Netflix that you set up on the tv. 

“How about a horror” you suggest, he agrees and clicks on IT. 

You both sit there, chatting whilst barely watching it. 

He tells you about his dog Dodger, showing you pictures and videos of his cute pup. 

“I just want to cuddle him, he’s the cutest” you coo as you urge for him to show you another. You move closer to him, a bit too close as you watch. 

Once the video finishes you look at him, realising that your face is inches away from his. You instantly back away. Almost as if his presence gives you an electric shock. 

“Longest relationship” way to change the subject.

“6 years” you respond, the memories of it all come back. He motions for you to elaborate.

“The relationship wasn’t all bad. It was good for the first year or two. Then it just got boring, we both stayed because we got comfortable. Relaxed. I guess It was easy to be with someone who despite me not loving him, we both knew one another inside out and there was no need to make too much effort. Eventually we both realised that it had to end. There was no hard feelings, we’re still friends. He’s married now with a son” 

You feel a little sad that he managed to find his soul mate, his person. the woman he truly loves. And yet you’re stuck in this rut. 

“How about you?” you change the subject before he can comment on how bothered you look.

“5 years, it wasn’t a bad break up either just didn’t work out i guess. It happens and now here i am. Single too. Just going about my life. Wondering if i’ll ever marry and have kids” he chuckles, you can see the embarrassment in his face. The way he’s looking down to avoid your eyes. 

He feels a sense of sadness too. He wants a family, this isn’t new information. You’ve seen the interviews. He’s always said he wants a big family. But he’s still alone and no closer to achieving that.

The more you talk to him, the more you like him. He’s so genuine and sweet. He’s got a heart of gold, you can see it so easily. Not a bad or mean bone in his body. 

Why on earth is he single?

He’s the dream boyfriend, the guy that pretty much most girls want. He’s sensitive, romantic and sexy. 

This will forever be a mystery after tonight. You feel like you know each other inside and out now.

It’s nice.

As time ticks by, it’s getting later. It’s now midnight and you’re focusing on the movie, you turn to make a joke about one of the scenes but he’s fast asleep next to you. You throw some of the duvet over him before lying down yourself and turning the tv off. 

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The sunlight almost blinds you, forcing you awake. You desperately reach to shut the blinds but a voice stops you dead in your tracks.

“Wakey wakey” It’s Chris.

“We’re needed on set in half an hour. So get up sleepy head” he teases, throwing a pillow at you. You jump up out of bed, chasing him with said pillow. Ready to throw it back to him.

“Oh you are a grumpy one in the mornings. I shoulda known” you can’t even be mad, he’s so positive and smiley. You just toss the pillow to the ground and head to shower.

You step out to find him in the lounge area, coffee cups in his hands. He hands you one. 

You check the time to see you have 15 minutes left to get ready. You waste no time in downing your coffee and rushing to change before heading out with him to hair and makeup. 

The women both get to work on the two of you. Chris starts cracking jokes and playing music to lighten everyones mood. It works.

You only have two scenes today before you’re free to do whatever you want. Chris however has 4 scenes.

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You finish the final one, you messed up a couple times but it’s all good. It was just a mixture of nerves and not remembering lines. You soon perfected it though.

A smell of bacon and fresh fruit fills your nose. Food time. You head into the kitchen to grab some and halfway through, Chris joins. He plonks himself down on the bench opposite you, a huge grin plastering his face.

“What do you want?” your voice laced with suspicion “nothing just wanted to eat my lunch with my new best friend” you giggle, stuffing pineapple in your mouth and starting a conversation with him about politics.

He’s really into his politics and you figured you should get into it too. You should really start paying attention and taking an interest in what’s happening around you.

He gets onto the topic of his new project A Starting Point. Telling you all about it and everything he has planned for it. It’s refreshing to hear. A guy that’s sexy, smart, sensitive and romantic. He really is the full package. 

If Chris is being honest with himself, he has a huge urge to kiss you right now. The way you’re taking an interest in his new project, asking him questions and really making an effort. It’s a turn on for him for sure. A huge one. It’s obvious that he’s attracted to you, everyone can see it. Everyone but you that is.

You’re not showing any signs of reciprocating the same feelings or even that you’ve noticed how he feels. But that’s what makes him like you more. You’re so chill around him. You treat him like a normal person not a celebrity. You want to know normal things rather than about his career as an actor.

“I can’t believe you saw me in the morning, i must have looked rough” you laugh, covering your face with your hands.

“You could never look rough so shush. You looked cute” you feel your cheeks heat up at his compliment. You can’t help but feel shy.

He’s saying all the right things. 

This crush is going to be the death of you.

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Filming has flown by. You’re on your last two days and you feel emotional. The only scenes that are left are the intimate ones. The sex scenes. It’s daunting to film but you have to face it head on.

Your crush on Chris and his crush on you has really developed. You’ve spent weeks flirting non stop but nothing much has come of it. Just that you’ve gotten closer. It’s friendship only as far as you both know. Neither one of you have admitted these secret feelings. Both of you unaware of the other feeling the same.

You walk onto set ready to face this scene head on. He flashes you a reassuring smile as you start the scene at the directors call. 

“Can you ever forgive me” 

“I don’t know” 

“What if i was extra nice from now on” 

He stalks closer to you, his hands snaking around your waist, pulling you flush against him.

He lowers his head down, kissing at your sweet spot, biting too. A soft moan escapes your lips and he stops. He lifts his head, his eyes meet yours and a smile grows on both of your faces. 

The director yells cut and you both have a quick drink before resuming.

No direct kissing happens yet, just some teasing neck kisses and flirtatious comments.

Once the day draws to a close you head back to your trailer, not realising that Chris is hot on your heels.

You shut your trailer door but it opens again. He rushes in like there’s an emergency. 

“You okay?”

“I’m good, i just wanted to talk to you about the scenes that we’re doing tomorrow” 

You gesture for him to take a seat, you sit down beside him, letting him talk.

“They are quite intimate and raunchy should i say, i just want to make sure that you’re comfortable with doing that with me” 

This is cute. He cares to check that you’re comfortable.

You reassure him that you are.

“Chris it’s fine. Thank you though, i appreciate this. But i’ll have no trouble doing those scenes with you” your eyes widen. Way to put your foot in it.

His eyes meet yours, a questioning look on his face but you find a way to change the subject.

You escaped that one by the skin of your teeth. He’s bound to bring it up again.

Hopefully he doesn’t.

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Final day of filming has just begun. The scenes are seconds away from starting. 

Your character and Chris’s character are sitting on a couch. The energy right now has your pussy quite literally throbbing. He smells so good and he looks even better.

“You know the effect you have on me right” he says, barely above a whisper. 

“Why don’t you prove it” 

He picks you up, pulling you onto him to straddle his lap. His hands rest on your waist before gliding to grip your ass. 

Another moment where you don’t think this is going to be acting for you.

This is all you’ve wanted since you met the guy.

“You sure?” you nod your head in response to his question before he crashes his lips to yours. You can see fireworks.

It’s passionate, all consuming and he’s quite literally taking your breath away.

You continue to make out, moving positions so he’s standing up, carrying you. He leads you to the bed in the same room. As he lays you down, he breaks from the kiss, looking at you like he’s looking into your soul. 

The director yells cut and you both pause to get feedback before continuing. The heat between the two of you is evidently clear. It’s not acting. It’s real. It’s like all of the flirting and sexual tension has built up and is finally coming out in this scene. At least the chemistry will be believable to the viewers.

Once you finish the scene. It’s a wrap.

You’re relieved. The last couple months has been pure torture. Acting with him. Fighting urges and temptations. 

Everyone claps as you all hug.

You have one more night in the trailer before heading home tomorrow.

It’s not a boring night though, you’re too distracted over that kiss earlier to care about being in complete darkness.

You fall asleep shortly after, eager to get back to L.A.

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It’s home time and you bend down trying to shut your suitcase. A couple of groans and sex like sounds escape your mouth.

“Knock knock. Oh shit” he chuckles, stepping inside to find you bent over, packing.

You stand upright, turning immediately.

“Sorry did i interrupt something?” he holds his hands up “not at all. Just this suitcase testing my patience” he walks over kneeling down to help. 

“Sit on it for me” he instructs, you listen, sitting down.

He starts pulling at the zip and it budges slightly but not properly. He pulls harder and as he’s leaning back he bumps into you, knocking you backwards and onto the floor. You burst into a fit of laughter. He kneels down next to you to help you.

You’re a ball on the floor, laughing and snorting as you try to get up, you fail and probably look ugly but to him you’re beautiful. He brushes a strand of hair out of your face, bringing you back down to earth. You sit up and eventually zip your suitcase up. 

You turn to walk away but he pulls you back to him.

Chest to chest. Eyes locked on his. His breath fans your face. He smells incredible.

“I um, should probably get going. My ride is here” you gulp. His hand rests on your waist before his grip loosens. 

His time is up.

“If you ever want to hang out though, we don’t live far from each other. It won’t be hard to keep in touch” he starts but you finish it “sure, i’d like that” and with that, you leave him standing there alone.

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You’ve been back in L.A for a week now, still no text from him. It is what it is though, he doesn’t owe it to you.

The day goes quickly. You lounge around the house all day, bored with nothing to do. That’s when your phone buzzes.

‘Fancy hanging out? I’m going out of my mind here’

‘Sure’

He offers to pick you up, to hang out at his place. He can’t leave his dog alone. You give him your address and wait for him to arrive, setting your alarms and running out to meet him. He had a lot of security to get past just to get to your house. Luckily with him being famous too, he has the same precautions in place. 

You get into the his car and head back to his place. The chat on the way is mostly about what you’ve both been up to and turns out you’re both massive introverts and have done sweet fuck all.

It doesn’t take long to reach his place. Just as he pulls into his garage he warns you about Dodger.

“Just so you know, he’ll be hyper. I’ve not had anyone over in a while. Especially a woman” you shake it off and the second you step foot into his house Dodger comes running, jumping up and tackling you until you fall to the floor.

You don’t care though, you love dogs. And Dodger is just the cutest ever.

He licks your face and you pet him, settling him.

“Dodge, come on boo boo” he whistles and the excited pup sits, wagging his tail.

“He’s all good don’t worry. I had dogs growing up. I’m used to it” he leads you to the kitchen, offering you a drink to which you decline. 

You start wondering through his house, not realising that he’s following closely behind. 

“You’ve got such a nice house you know”

“I tried with the decor but had to call Scott in for help”

“It’s nice th-”

“I’m sorry i can’t do this” he let’s out a deep breath.

“Do what?”

You get closer and he crashes his lips to yours.

You kiss him back, your arms wrapping around his neck loosely. His hands fall to your ass again.

His tongue swipes across your bottom lip, nudging you to part them and make way for him. You happily oblige. The kiss soon gets heated. He taps the back of your thighs. You jump and he starts walking, carrying you to what looks like his bedroom. He lays you down onto the bed.

You break away, panting.

“That was so worth the long wait. God i’ve wa-”

You pull him down by the collars of his shirt, connecting your lips back to his. His hands lift your shirt off before removing his own. Your hands fiddle with his belt buckle, rushing to get him naked. He spots your need, standing up to help you out. 

As he does, you rid yourself of your clothes, laying there in nothing but your panties.

He looks down, examining you. In complete awe of the sight.

“Please” you beg, he slides your panties off.

He knows what you want, he doesn’t have to even guess.

This is just what you wanted. From day one. 

All the sexual tension is coming out to play. He slides a condom down his hard length, sliding into you straight away.

Your pussy stretches around him, making room.

He’s the biggest you’ve ever had that’s for certain.

“Feel good?” he asks, you hum, wrapping your legs around him.

“You’re so tight baby” he grunts, picking his pace up slightly. You pull him down and kiss him before breaking away and propping yourself up on your elbows, watching as his cock disappears inside of you.

It feels so amazing. You don’t ever want it to end.

“God, just like that. Fuck” you bite at your bottom lip, your eyes locked on his as he fucks you. He kisses your leg as he holds them up.

Soon enough, as you’re getting used to the mind blowing pleasure, he switches things up.

He flips the two of you over so you’re straddling him. 

You start bouncing up and down, grinding as he bottoms out. He pulls you down so he can take matters into his own hands. 

His pace picks up again, getting quicker than before. 

“Shit” you groan, head falling into the crook of his neck.

“Come on baby, cum for me” he encourages, whispering naughty things to you as he holds your body like it was made just for him. 

“Oh god Chris” your pussy starts to throb, your walls flutter around him. You’re falling over that edge, that sweet release consuming you.

“Just like that baby. I’m right behind you”  and with that. He twitches and groans. His mouth falls open as he reaches his. 

He looks so sexy like this. You’re both naked and vulnerable.

This isn’t like any sex that you’ve had before. This was romantic and intimate. It was sexy and nasty too at some parts. It was perfect.

“You know, i’ve wanted to do that since that night at the Oscars” you chuckle, agreeing with him.

“Me too. I’m glad we didn’t though. Clearly all of that build up helped us act better” you both burst into laughter. You’re not wrong.

You don’t know where this leaves you but for now you just want to live in the moment.

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Issues (Carter Baizen x You)

Characters: Carter Baizen x Fem! Reader.

Summary: You've seen it on the news. Carter Baizen and a woman who can make your insecurities go wild. Serena Van der Woodsen kissing the love of your life.

Prompt: "I want to help you through this, I really do, just not as your girlfriend.", "Please, just stay a little longer.", "Why won't you admit it?!", "When she told you to leave, you should have stayed." (Forgot where I got this from, but I think its from Tumblr)

Warning: Mention of ya'no but no ya'no? Do ya get me? Heehee! 😂 Sad reader and Carter. ANGST!

Words: 1,600+ (This was supposed to only be a drabble but what happened. Damn it.

A/N: THIS IS MY FIRST ONE SHOT OF CARTER. PLEASE BE GOOD TO ME. I HAVE NO IDEA ABOUT THE PLOT OF GOSSIP GIRL. I'VE JUST WATCHED SCENES WHERE SEB IS IN IT AND I TRIED TO KNOW HIS BACKGROUND BY ASKING MY FRIEND. I'M NO CARTER BAIZEN EXPERT. I APOLOGIZE FOR THE TYPOS AND GRAMMATICAL ERRORS. I'M CURRENTLY SICK WHILE WRITING THIS AND I DECIDED TO UPDATE SO Y'ALL KNOW I'M ALIVE AND KICKING. HEEHEE!

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You've heard the news. It was on the internet and even spread by Gossip Girl itself. People of Manhattan knew you were his girlfriend. The accused gold-digger, garbage collector of some rich woman's trash that you gladly accepted because you were more of a trash than Carter Baizen in the flesh.

You huffed, trying to ignore the way his eyes were pale waves of the ocean that meant that tears were threatening to fall as you finally bursted his happy bubble.

"I want to help you through this, I really do, just not as your girlfriend." You mumbled, clicking your tongue out of habit. You could feel his gloomy, piercing blue eyes staring right through you. Begging for you not to leave his miserable, pathetic, complicated ass.

"No," Carter pleaded, his voice turning smaller like you were slowly killing him. You were. On the inside. "Please don't do this," He repeated over and over again, wanting nothing more than to fall down on his knees and keep his arms around your knees, praying to the heavens that you wouldn't leave him. "Please, just stay a little longer."

Your eyes were stinging for it to leave tears from your eyes. But, you didn't want to cry. No. You didn't want to cry for Carter. Despite of how you gave the only thing that you could give. Your heart. "Do you really love me?" You spat, staring straight into his puffy, reddish Steele blue eyes that looked nothing but hurt. "Or is it still Serena?"

The question made him shake his head furiously, he knew how insecure you were with the famous, rich, gorgeous, meticulous Serena Van der Woodsen.

Well, who were you anyways? You were just a mere human who works as a waitress in a restaurant in which you happen to meet Carter Baizen who was dating Serena back then.

"Y/N--" He started, his eyes pricking tears that were threatening to fall any minute now. "Why won't you admit it?!" You shouted, completely hopeless and wanted nothing more than to erase the fresh memories of Carter kissing Serena in a field full of trees.

"It's you! It's been you all along, Y/N!" Carter answered back with the same intensity. Though his eyes tell different. Carter didn't want to lose you, however he fucked up. He knew he fucked up and because of it he knows what consequences will be charged from his stupidity. "You know I love you,"

"Wow," You faked a laugh. Those laugh of yours was full of pain and betrayal. Carter had never seen you laugh so hostile and he wanted nothing more than to bring back the time and push Serena out of his way. "I've never heard that in months, Baizen."

"--When she told you to leave, you should have stayed." You muttered nonchalantly, voice all monotone and swerving his eyes as you stare at the parked car beside you. Your next words adding salt to the wounds he created. "So, you wouldn't have used somebody else's heart for the sake of your happiness,"

Traitors. Your tears were your best traitors because it fell before you could even know it. Carter tried to reach out for you, he planned to wipe away those tears that he happened to make. Though, all his plans were wasted when you pushed his hands away with fury. Spitting your next words like it was vile. "That is if you were even happy with me!"

Your tears were left to dry from the city's polluted air and Carter can do nothing but stare at how his girl was breaking because of his doing. It was all his fault. Everything was. "--Because you've meant the world to me, Carter." Your voice began to helplessly crack and Carter could only stare back at you with his bloodshot eyes. Everything you were saying was giving him pain because seeing you burst and cry in front of him was the last thing he wanted to see.

Yet, you still did and it was because of his mistakes.

It was like your hands have a mind of its own when it automatically lifted halfway through to wipe the subtle tears that fell on the sides of Carter's eyes. Though, he was quick to harshly wash it away with the back of his hands. Not wanting to let you see how bad you were breaking him but he was too late.

You choked in your own tears, as you stuttered. The undeniably painful truth was hurting you the most. "I-Is it because I'm not those high-socialites you've hanged out with?"

After a blink, another tear came flowing down your face. You were lucky you didn't use any mascara because if you did, you probably looked horrible as hell as of the moment. It was like your tongue felt numb, some kind of bane that poisoned your tongue from saying the next painful, distressing truth. "Or is it because I wasn't as beautiful as Serena or Blaire?"

From the moment you said those words, Carter was quick to grab your face with his soft palms, his Steele blue eyes completely broken in despair. Desperate to wash away those horrible thoughts that was haunting your self-confidence or yourself.

"D-Don't say that!" He pleaded, tenderly wiping your tears away with his thumbs. You gave in and let him hold you like you were fragile. You just missed how he cradled you when you were feeling down. The look in your eyes made him desperately scan your face. You bit your lip, attempting to stop the tears from falling but that just made it fall even more. "I-I know I am not the slightest ideal woman that you've ever wanted, Car." You paused, sniffing. "I have never been," You choked, voice cracking and sounding hoarse from the cries. "And the only useful thing that I could do was to love you unconditionally,"

Carter have desperately grabbed onto you, wrapping his desperate arms around you and constantly giving your forehead a lot of desperate kisses which came with his pleads. "No, no, no," His voice cracked as he sobbed through his beseeching. "I love you, Y/N."

"--I love you very much,"

He hugged you tight. So tight that you were wondering how you were able to breath. You could faintly smell the masculine, spicy scent of his cologne that you loved that was always trapped in your sheets whenever he came over to spend the night. Though, you might need to not get used it anymore.

"No,no,no.." Carter pleaded for the hundredth time, hastily grabbing your face and melting into his gorgeous, watery, Steel blue eyes. "Don't go. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. It was all a misunderstanding! You got it all wrong--"

You blinked, hopelessly staring back into his eyes. Completely disappointed and broken. "I know what I saw, Carter! I'm poor, uneducated but not entirely stupid!" On a weak attempt, you grabbed onto his hands. Unclasping his hands as he dropped it on either side of him defeatedly.

Carter wanted nothing more than to keep you in his arms. His faithless eyes pierced into your pained heart, snapping the melancholy state of Carter Baizen, saving it inside the memories that you've been keeping to remember it forever.

"Good bye, Carter Baizen." You spun on your heels, another set of tears falling from the sides of your eyes like Niagara falls. Your next words seeming quieter as it cracked for the tenth time.

"I hope it hurts to think of me,"

Y/N hoped at the back of her mind. Wanting nothing more than for Carter Baizen to cry in his sleep. As he tries to remember how precious and important she ever was in his complicated life.

"What am I going to do without you?" Carter whispered, his breath hitting your ear. The both of you were cuddled in his king sized bed, his warmth was enveloping you in a hug. Not that he wasn't being the big spoon and you were the little spoon. You shivered as his fingers cascaded from your arms towards your back. The coldness of his rings was comforting you in a way that can make your heart beat pump so hard, knowing that only one touch can make you feel like you were in cloud 9. It was definitely the Baizen effect that only he can give.

You laughed ever so tiredly from your previous toing and froing beneath the sheets. "Probably crash and burn?"

"I bet cha', Baby." Carter chuckled, lifting his head to lightly kiss your naked shoulder.

Crash and burn. Well, the same goes for you if it was the other way around.

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