#robbie turner x reader

[mcavoy-girl]

My masterlist for my blogs mcavoy-girl and callsignmayhem

mcavoy-girl:

Loving and losing Dean Winchester x female reader

We'll be okay Dean Winchester x female reader

Stay with me Dean Winchester x female reader

Till we're grey and old Charles Xavier x female reader

Just like you Charles Xavier x female reader, Erik Lehnsherr x female reader

You son of an bitch Logan Howlett x female reader

Not broken Charles Xavier x female reader

Let me help you Charles Xavier x female reader, mentions of needles, alcohol and drugs used as medicine.

The final act of kindness/I gave them their happiness Robbie Turner x female reader from Atonement

Live without shame Robbie Turner x female reader from Atonement

Come back to me Robbie Turner x female reader from Atonement

The life you lived Robbie Turner x female reader from Atonement

callsignmayhem:

Kisses on fingertips Jake Seresin x female reader

Memories prequel/sequel/continuation to Kisses on fingertips, Jake Seresin x female reader

The letter he left you (kisses on fingertips-universe) Jake Seresin x female reader

Pictures (kisses on fingertips-universe) not a fic but pictures I made for the story

Flyboy and his darlings Jake Seresin x female reader

Others:

List of characters we need more fanfiction written about

Also this song which I think somehow fits both "kisses on fingertips and "memories" (just my opinion)

I might edit my fics every now and then

[gingerteafairy]

The Bonds We Break (killick x reader x turner)

But now, caught between their cold stares, warm smiles and sweaty uniforms, you wondered if their bond would ever recover—or if love always came at the cost of something precious.

tags: drabble, threesome, sex, but no smut tbh, breedingkink, no use of y/n, no dialogue, unprotected, this is too bad, but i had to write sum about them

It was 1938, a year soaked in glamour and unrest, where movies dazzled, parties flourished, and military men strutted in their immaculate uniforms. But for you, it was a fragile solace, a reprieve from the year before—a year you could only describe as the worst. The memory of that harrowing time had been banished to the shadows of your mind, replaced by the vivid recollection of meeting two brothers.

They were opposites in spirit, yet eerily alike in appearance, as if sculpted from the same marble. Dark hair framed their pale faces, their rosy lips soft yet somber, and their oceanic blue eyes—cold and unyielding, like a storm just passed. They were beautiful, almost unnervingly so, but their allure lay not just in their looks but in the profound dichotomy they represented.

William Killick, the elder, carried an air of gravitas that made people stand still. His presence was cloaked in mystery, his pain concealed behind the wisps of smoke curling from his expensive cigarettes. Every movement, every word, hinted at a history he would never share, a heaviness he bore alone. He was serious and intense, like a thundercloud waiting to break, yet there was something undeniably magnetic about him.

Then there was Robbie Turner, the younger brother, whose innocence shone like a light in the dim world around him. His smile carried a warmth that William seemed to have forgotten. Robbie’s eyes brimmed with hope, a naive optimism that made you wonder how he could still believe in goodness when the world seemed to fall apart. Unlike William, who seemed defined by despair, Robbie was untouched by war, unscarred by its horrors—or so it seemed.

You couldn’t help but be drawn to both, caught between the brooding darkness of William and the gentle radiance of Robbie. They were two halves of a coin, two conflicting forces pulling you in opposite directions. And somewhere in the middle, you stood, wondering if love could survive a war of hearts.

You weren’t the type to seek out the bustling world of pubs and parties. Your friends, ever quick with their jabs, often teased you for being a hopeless introvert, the kind of girl who’d never catch a husband. Not that you cared—marriage wasn’t a prize you longed to win, and the notion of trading your youthful freedom for the chains of children and housework felt almost laughable. And yet, your footsteps began leading you to the pub with surprising regularity, drawn by something—or rather, someone—you couldn’t quite resist.

It was there, in the dim haze of laughter and cigarette smoke, that your gaze often lingered on the two brothers. Your eyes darted toward Captain Killick’s icy stare, unwavering and calm, before drifting to Robbie Turner’s softer, gentler features, with a smile that could defeat the devil himself. There were moments, fleeting and stolen, when you allowed yourself to wonder—what would it be like if one of those perfect faces, those striking blue eyes, were mirrored in a child of your own? The thought startled you, the idea of their creations taking shape within your womb—a fantasy you were quick to push aside but never fully able to banish.

They weren’t oblivious to your interest. It was Killick who made the first move, sliding a drink across the bar with a confidence that was both commanding and disarming. His dominance, the natural aura of a man accustomed to leading, brought an unexpected warmth to your chest. For the first time, the idea of a domestic life—tied to a man as formidable as he—didn’t seem entirely unbearable.

Robbie, meanwhile, lingered on the edges of your thoughts, a quieter kind of presence. He didn’t fight for your attention, nor did he compete with his brother’s boldness. Instead, he watched from a distance, his kindness untainted by the sharp edges of ambition or dominance. It was as though he had already surrendered his own feelings for you, yielding to Killick in an act of selfless devotion. After all, William was at the age when men married, when they started families. It seemed only natural for Robbie to step aside and let his brother take the lead.

But it was precisely that selflessness, that pure-heartedness, that made your heart ache for him. Unlike Killick, whose rugged charm hinted at darker depths awakening desire, Robbie felt untouched by the roughness of manhood—a softness you found yourself longing to preserve. You stood at the edge of a precipice.

You weren’t quite sure how it had happened—how you’d found yourself naked nestled between the two brothers, their perfectly pressed uniforms brushing against your body as they leaned in, each vying for your attention, to your heart. Their moans filled the air, both determined to outdo the other, throwing witty marks and charming kisses your way, their voices laced with laughter while they see you arching your back, panting luscious on their hands.

William, ever the commanding presence, was the one to fill you from your delicate hole, his deep voice and moans carrying the kind of authority that silenced a room. But Robbie, with his gentleness and boyish charm, was genuinely happy to watch you drool on the length of his manhood, his eyes lit up in triumph to get a single drop of your DNA that he could think of when he was alone at the war. You could sense the tension crackling between them, as the bed underneath you, a subtle undercurrent of competition bubbling beneath their polished exteriors, pumping inside you their seed, making true your wonder to have a baby of theirs, precisely Killick, who took his fingers inside to not waste any drop of his sperm, already wondering your extended belly and swelling tits.

For the first time, you began to see cracks in their relationship, fissures carved by the growing question of who truly deserves your attention. You hadn’t meant to cause this rift, hadn’t imagined that their affection for you could wedge itself between them so profoundly. But now, caught between their cold stares, warm smiles and sweaty uniforms, you wondered if their bond would ever recover—or if love always came at the cost of something precious.

[heavenlytouches]

Robbie Turner- the whisper of healing

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FEM reader

<3 (SFW)

TW- mentions of war, slight PTSD

Robbie survived the war with only injuries, he's in hospital

NURSE! reader comforting him <3

Robbie Turner

The hallway of St. Thomas's Hospital is filled with the faint scent of antiseptic and an undertone of lavender from wash cloths. The air is heavy with the weight of stories untold, of lives interrupted by war that ended last mont. Ever since then, you've been caring for a lot of patients. One of them was young Robbie Turner, a man your age.

You push open the door to room 204, heart thumping a little faster than usual, excited and nervous. Your uniform brushes against you, a reminder of your duties, yet a part of you longs for the moment you spend with him.

Robbie Turner sits by the window, his blue eyes scanning the street below, shadows dancing across freckled cheeks. He looks like a wistful poet in some far-off garden, contemplating life’s agonies and joys.

Having served in the war, the weight of those experiences clings to him like a heavy coat, but today feels different—there’s a certain lightness in his demeanor as you enter.

“Hey, soldier.”

You softly greet him, eliciting a shy smile that flickers across his pink lips, momentarily dispelling the clouds in his gaze.

He turns his head slightly, his shoulder catching the sunlight in just the right way, illuminating the bandage that swathes his wound.

"Hey.."

He replies, his voice still laced with that charming, flirty tone that makes your heart race, though he artfully disguises it behind a mask of shyness. His freckled cheeks blush ever so slightly—his tell when he's nervous.

“How are you feeling today?”

You ask, approaching him, unable to suppress a smile of your own, your heart fluttering at the sight of him.

Robbie shrugs lightly, careful not to jostle his wounded shoulder.

“Like a new man.”

He says, a half-smile playing on his lips.

“A little less battle-worn, I suppose."

You settle into the chair beside him, your proximity allowing you to catch a glimpse of vulnerability in his expression.

“You sound better than yesterday.”

You say, leaning forward, genuinely interested. There’s an underlying sadness in his eyes that you long to chase away, if only he would let you.

“It’s the company.”

He responds, glancing sideways at you, a wink and spark in his already luminous blue eyes. It surprises you how close you got in a month, yet it feels comforting.

“Just a nurse doing her job.”

You reply, grinning playfully. Inside, you feel the truth of your words; you dearly wish to be more than just a passing duty to him. You want to hold that gaze forever and comfort his restless spirit. In a month you became more than nurse and her patiend, you're good friends. Very good.

The two of you sit in comfortable silence, the occasional shuffle of nurses and doctors floating in and out, but there’s a cocoon around you both.

He steals glances at you, his eyes sparkling with gratitude, yet there’s also that sheen of something more, something deeper—something that feels like longing.

“Can I ask you something?”

He finally breaks the quiet, turning to you fully, his brows slightly furrowed. He seems hesitant, contemplating his words with the solemnity of a soldier preparing for battle.

“Of course Robbie.”

You encourage gently, feeling your heart seize in anticipation.

“Do you ever think about how life changes?”

He asks, his tone profound, the boyish flirt transformed into an old soul wrestling with the weight of experience.

“Before and after the war?”

His gaze drifts out of the window, losing itself somewhere in memories etched in the lines of his laughter.

"I do,” you admit, leaning closer.

“Life has a way of flipping everything upside down. But it’s what we make of the time afterward that matters.”

His blue eyes find yours again, vulnerability peeling away some of the bravado.

“And how does one figure out what to make of it?”

He hits you with a piercing question that mirrors your own struggles.

"You take small steps," you reply

Biting your lip, a wave of empathy washing over you.

“It's about finding comfort in the people around you...”

There’s a heartbeat of stillness between you both, a moment where the world outside seems to fade. He studies you, and you know he sees: your gentle smile, the way your hair falls over your eyes, the tender kindness that brims in your gaze. Robbie's hand rests near your own, the space between them electric.

“Do you think...”

His voice trails off, and you lean in closer, captivated by the moment.

“Do you think we could discover that together? Comfort, I mean?”

“Oh, Robbie...”

You whisper, realizing your own feelings are mirrored in his. There’s an undeniable pull, a breathless intimacy in the air.

“I’d like that very much.”

His fingers brush against yours, hesitant yet hopeful—a gentle reminder of the warmth of human connection, ignited by the simple touch. You feel tingles travel up your spine, a gentle tremor of excitement mixed with trepidation.

“I don't think I'll ever feel... normal after everything.”

He confesses, glancing down at your joined hands, the golden afternoon light wrapping around your fingers.

“But with you, I might..I can try.”

Your heart melts, and a soft smile sprawls across your lips.

“You don't deserve to feel that way, Robbie."You’ve endured so much, but you’re not alone anymore. I’m here.”

His eyes lock onto yours, and for a fleeting moment, you wonder what lies ahead—a new beginning or just another chapter of life’s endless tales? But whatever it is, you realize with clarity that you want to walk this path with him.

“Do you think it’s crazy?”

He asks, small laughter bubbling up within him, lightening the air.

“To want something more after everything?”

“No, it's human."

You answer softly, your heart racing with a mix of joy and anticipation.

A flicker of mischief dances across his eyes, and you can’t help but chuckle.

“Then perhaps it’s time to start writing a new story—I’ve had enough of tragedy.”

“Only if I can be part of that story.”

You squeeze his hand and lean a little closer. The space narrows, the world fading to insignificance. Your hearts beat in sync—a promise of the future layered with unspoken words.

Robbie smiles, that boyish, flirty charm surfacing anew.

“Believe me, my lovely nurse, you already are.”

In the warmth of that moment, you both know the truth: healing takes time, but maybe, just maybe, it can also mean rediscovering love in each other’s eyes.

The war is over, but perhaps, you think, this is just the beginning. The chapter is unwritten, but the whispers of healing sound like a sweet serenade, one you both long to share together.

Yaaaay Atonement!! I SWEAR GUYS I WAS CRYING WHILE WRITING THIS. The ending he deserved- a new begining.

Hope you liked this drabble <3 I can create more James McAvoy-related content; remember, requests are always welcome!

I love you guys so much

(@iseveryoneherederanged tagged u like I said <33)

El <3

(all images were made by: El via canva & paint)

[ru-fiction]

Ken X GN Reader

~ Connected to my Ken x Reader story. The life of the reader before the events of the Barbie Movie.

~ Pining for each other.

~ If you haven't read my story the reader is the younger sibling of Raquelle and Ryan.

~Picture reference for Stacy, Chelsea, Skipper, and Barbie in this story.

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The Sun rose high above Barbieland, shining down brightly on the purple Victorian Mansion, its light reflecting off the golden statues of Raquelle that surrounded the building.

Inside the house in one of the many rooms, laid you all snuggled up in bed. The curtain in your room shut out the light leaving you encompassed in darkness. You were having a peaceful dream, one in which you could just sit and be with your loved ones without any judgement. A smile made its way on your unconscious face. You were peaceful.

Until....

The door to your room slammed open revealing your siblings, Raquelle and Ryan. Ryan had a grin on his face as he pulled a horn from behind his back as Raquelle made her way towards the curtain.

She pulls it open flooding your room with light as Ryan begins to play the horn making you jump up from your sleep and fall out of your bed in panic.

You groan from the ground before standing up and glaring at your grinning siblings.

"Seriously, Every time."

Raquelle walks to your closet and shifts through different clothes trying to find something to match her and Ryan's red leather looks. Ryan pushes you into the bathroom before shutting the door.

You were Y/N Lee Kim, the youngest and kindest of the group. You came out a few years ago, a new doll without an adjective just something Mattel hoped would stick. A Collab opportunity and that was it.

You didn't usually sleep in, not because you didn't want to but because everyone in Barbieland was expected to be up and about during the day. Your siblings basically made a schedule to keep you busy every hour of the day.

"Y/N!! Let's go!!"

Ryan banged hard on the door before opening the door and tossing to you the clothes Raquelle had picked out for you.

"Come on, we're already late. Let's go, let's go, let's go!!"

You rolled your eyes in annoyance, closing the door in his face to get ready.

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You walked out of the bathroom in your black dress shirt and ombre red and black dress pants to find your siblings, hastely throwing food into a plastic togo container.

Raquelle wore a red and black ombre dress with red heels while Ryan wore a similar outfit as yours though he finished his look with an ombre jacket.

"What are you two doing?"

Raquelle stuffs the Togo container into a bag as Ryan grabs the keys to his car and the two push you out the door.

"Because someone wanted to sleep in.. we missed our 5 am rehearsal."

You rolled your eyes at Ryan. He literally ran a show until 12 am, a show in which no one showed up.

"Who has rehearsals at five in the morning?"

The three of you hop into the red car. Ryan and Raquelle took the front and you laid down in the back.

"If Raquelle can get up every morning to run, you can get up and rehearse."

You grumble to yourself and glare at Ryan as the car pulls out of the lawn and onto the plastic road.

"So what do we have today sis?"

Ryan slightly glanced in Raquelle's direction.

"A bunch of freelance chores that our sibling couldn't help but say yes to doing."

Raquelle gave you an annoyed look as you shrugged.

"What? I like helping people out."

"They don't help you."

"So..."

"So, why would you do that to yourself?"

Raquelle looks back at you.

"If I want to help my friends, I'm going to help them."

"Everyone knows to help someone only if you're getting some back in return. Right, Ryan?"

Ryan nods along to Raquelle, his attention mostly on the road and not on whatever the two of you were arguing about.

"That's stupid."

"It's not stupid."

Your brows furrowed in confusion as you motion to the twins.

"We help each other all the time."

"That's different."

Raquelle swings her finger around motioning to each of you.

"We're family."

"And they're my friends!!"

Raquelle rolls her eyes at your statement. The only ones that could ever be considered "friends" to the three of you were the Kens and Allan.

"You can't call everyone your friend just because you had two conversations with them. Let's not delude ourselves."

Your brows raise, challengingly.

"I'm delusional now."

"Alright, Alright. You guys need to stop, you're being annoying now."

Ryan turns on the radio and the station was playing one of Barbie's favorite songs.

"Great."

Raquelle slides down in her seat as Ryan drives you guys to your destination.

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You and Raquelle stood behind the kitchen counter of Baker Barbie's bakery, sticking plastic frosting onto a plastic cupcake. Raquelle grumbled about it but put in a lot of effort after Barbie said that she would give you guys what was left after her delivery.

Ryan was walking back and forth, frantically talking on the phone.

"Please, give me another chance. This is something I'm super serious about."

Ryan made a face as if he was offended by what the other person said.

"Of course I'm serious about this. This is my livelihood."

Ryan stops walking for a second to look at you.

"It was a family emergency..."

You were starting to feel kind of bad. The person, Ryan was talking to was the owner of the Venue You and Ryan signed a contract with. The person has been trying to find every reason to get rid of the two because of your affliction with Raquelle. The only reason they signed a contract with you was because Stereotypical Barbie charmed them into it. Because you slept in, it could cause you to lose it altogether.

"Then I guess it's done. My family comes first and if you don't like that then we can find something better."

Ryan walks up to the counter to help you guys out.

"So?"

Ryan looks at you before shrugging.

"We lost the venue."

Your shoulders dropped and your eyes started to fill with guilt.

"No, No."

Ryan walks up to your side and places his hand on your shoulders.

"I know I was upset earlier but do not blame yourself. They have been trying to get rid of us for a month now."

"But-"

"No, Buts. Now frost your cakes."

Ryan smiles at you before going to box up the cupcakes.

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"Thanks for distracting Ken for me. It's Barbie's political campaign party and I need everything to go perfectly."

You nod at Stereotypical Barbie, understandingly while Raquelle squints her eyes at her.

"So you want us to...Ken-sit?"

Barbie shrugs her shoulders, giving you all a sideways smile.

"Sort of. I don't mind hanging out with Ken but..."

Barbie looks off to the side, trying to find the right words to say.

"Sometimes he can get in the way and it does more harm than good."

You nod your head again, eagerly at the thought of spending the day with Ken. However it doesn't seem like everyone was on your side today.

"I don't know if Y/n told you but our schedule is pretty booked today."

You roll your eyes at your sister's statement, the only reason she didn't want to do it is because Barbie asked.

Barbie turns her attention to you directly.

"Oh, well. When I asked yesterday, You seemed pretty okay with it."

"That's because I am okay with it."

You turn to Barbie, giving her a big smile.

You give both Raquelle and Ryan a stern look, knowing Ryan wanted to interject about having to spend the day with Ken. Or at least an hour or two with him.

"You can count on me."

You go to salute but quickly get distracted by the sound of things falling on the floor. The four of you turn in the direction of the chaos to find Ken trying to gather the things he dropped.

"Ken!! I told you to be careful."

"I'm sorry, Barbie. I tripped over a heel."

Barbie walks over to where Ken stood and picks up a now broken model of Barbieland.

"Barbie needed this for her presentation tonight."

Ken looks down at his feet in shame before looking back up determined.

"I'll remake it. I'll spend all afternoon doing it if I have to."

Barbie however shakes her head at the idea.

"It's fine. I'll figure something out."

"Barbie-"

"It's okay. Really."

Barbie gives Ken a reassuring smile that seemed kind of forced to you but Ken believed it so it was fine.

Ken smiles at Barbie before his attention falls onto you. You start to get nervous under his gaze as his eyes light up at the sight of you.

"Y/N!!"

You wave at him.

"Hey, Ken!!"

He runs up to you and pulls you into a tight hug, lifting you slightly off the ground. You hugged him back tightly, as long as you could before Ryan broke the two of you apart, sending Ken a cold glare as he does so. Ken didn't seem bothered by it though.

"I feel like I haven't seen you all day!!"

Ken's attention was solely focused on you.

"Yeah, Yeah...I've been around."

You shrug slightly trying not to seem so nervous in front of him.

"Well, I missed you this morning."

"Did you?"

Ken nods at you.

"Well, I missed you too."

You smile at him causing his to widen as the two of you stare into the other's eyes. The temperature in the room started to rise, Barbie didn't notice more focused on how she was going to fix the model than what you two were up to. Raquelle and Ryan however looked on at the scene.

"Okay. Yeah, we all..we all missed each other. We're all besties. Everyone out the door."

Raquelle rolls her eyes at Ryan's attempt to break any type of tension you guys had. He was always so protective of you though it was more of an annoyance to the two of you. You wanted to see where the relationship would go despite the fact that you guys couldn't 'technically' be together whereas Raquelle just wanted to see you happy.

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The four of you decide to walk towards the next destination, it wasn't too far away since the Barbies were practically neighbors. However the walk was pretty miserable for you considering the fact that Ryan basically forced Ken to walk twenty feet behind you. Raquelle stayed with Ken because he was pouting about being lonely, hoping you would join him but Ryan sent Raquelle instead. Ryan and You walked side by side, his arm was around your shoulder constantly pushing you forward whenever you would stop to see what Ken and Raquelle would laugh about.

"This sucks..."

You pouted, frustrated with Ryan's overprotectiveness.

"Yeah, taking the car would be way faster."

You rolled your eyes at him before letting out a frustrated sigh. He rubs your shoulder and pulls you into a side hug before letting go.

"No worries, we'll be there any minute."

"Right..."

You sulked more when Ken and Raquelle laughed again. You weren't a jealous person but you sure wished you were Raquelle right about now.

Ken looked at you longingly as Raquelle talked about her dreams of opening up a boutique. He and Raquelle were close friends but at this moment he was wishing you were by his side instead.

"I can distract him you know."

"What?"

Ken looked at Raquelle confused about what she was saying.

"We're supposed to be babysitting. I can distract Ryan so that the two of you can have a moment alone."

Ken's eyes shine in excitement.

"You'd do that?"

Raquelle smiles at him and nods.

"As long as you finally confess, seeing you drool over my sibling from afar is getting kind of old."

Ken chuckles nervously.

"I'll try."

"That's all we can ask."

Once you guys make it towards a dream house, Ryan presses the doorbell causing the Barbie that owned the place to walk to the entrance.

She sighed in relief, giving you guys a smile, she looked tired though she tried to hide it.

"Chelsea, Stacy, Skipper!!"

After a few minutes the sound of foot steps could be heard before three other dolls joined you at the entrance. One was older than the others she had dark hair and she wore headphones around her neck, the other two were carbon copies of each other, one wore a sports jersey while the other was all dressed up.

"These are my sisters. They'll be the ones you're babysitting."

"What?"

"Barbie..."

"I'm a babysitter, we don't need a babysitter."

The three of them complained as Barbie pulled them to the side to talk to them. After a while the four join you again though the younger sisters weren't as enthusiastic as Barbie was.

"Thank you so much."

"No problem."

You wave her off with a smile.

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An hour has passed since Barbie had left and the seven of you had all sat on the couch watching a movie. Chelsea seemed the most into it, Stacy sat next to her spinning a basketball on the tip of her finger, Skipper was drumming her fingers against her leg and her headphones were now on her head, the rest of you sat there bored out of your mind.

"Psst..."

Ken looked at Raquelle hoping she would give him her attention.

"Psst.."

Raquelle inhaled deeply through her nose.

"Psst..."

"Omg!! Someone answer him!!"

Everyone shushed Ryan causing him to glare at Ken. Raquelle turned to face Ken.

"What?"

Ken looked down bashfully before looking up to meet her eyes.

"You think you could give us a moment."

He gestures to you then himself.

"Alone."

Raquelle sighs before turning in your direction.

"Hey, Y/n!!"

"Yes, Raquelle?"

"Could you make us some snacks?"

You made a face before turning to her.

"Make it yourself."

"But I asked you..."

"So? You have legs..."

Raquelle sighs before trying something else.

"Kids, don't you want snacks?"

Stacy and Chelsea cheered.

"Yes!!"

"Of course!!"

Skipper shrugged.

"I could eat."

Raquelle sent you a cocky smirk.

"Are you really gonna let them down?"

You sighed sending Raquelle a glare before getting up and heading towards the kitchen. Raquelle waits a minute before ramming her elbow into Ken's stomach and nodding towards the kitchen, Ken smiles and mouths a thank you to her before getting up.

"Where are you going?"

"Bathroom..."

Ryan shrugs before turning back to the still picture of a fairy.

You turn to face the door once you hear it open, you smile once you realize Ken was there at the door.

"Hey!! What are you doing here, Ken?"

Ken shrugs and smiles back at you.

"I thought I could help."

"Oh?"

You look around but the dream house had a snack button so there were already cupcakes on the counter at the ready.

"I mean I'm kind of finished."

"Oh.."

Ken looks down upset that he missed his chance. You stare at him for a bit before taking the plate and pushing it into the trash.

"Whoops..."

Ken looks up at you as you sit by the counter patting the seat beside you.

"Grab the flour and stuff, we can chat a bit while we're at it."

A smile finds its way on Ken's face again as he hastily makes his way to you after grabbing the ingredients.

"So, how's your day been?"

"Good, Good."

Ken places his cheek in his hand as he stares deeply into your eyes.

"Anything happen on the beach today?"

You start to grab the ingredients from him and place them on the table, taking two eggs and putting them in a bowl.

Ken thinks about it his day for a bit before making a face, he shakes his head and shrugs when he notices your attention on him.

"What was that?"

"What?"

You pointed at him with a spoon.

"That face you made. What happened?"

Ken looks embarrassed and shakes his head again.

"Nothing."

"Liar."

Ken pretends to be offended by your comment.

"Me a Liar? I would never lie to you."

You place a hand on your hip before shaking your spoon at him.

"You're lying to me right now, mister. C'mon tell me."

Ken sighs as you give him your best puppy dog eyes.

"Okay, Okay...So, Ken was doing as he does, pretending he's the best Ken that ever graced Barbieland."

You roll your eyes at his statement, he always took any chance he could to throw shade at Simu!Ken.

"Barbie wanted to have a dance off."

"Right..."

You start to add the rest of the ingredients in the bowl making sure to keep glancing at Ken so he knew you were listening.

"We were all supposed to have 10 mins to dance and Ken's 10 minutes were up however he kept dancing showing off his stupidly great dance moves."

"He is a great dancer."

Ken pouts at you and you respond by shrugging then ruffling his hair.

"Anyway, I stepped in for my turn and tried to do a round off like I saw gymnast Barbie do but I ended up tripping over his foot. I tried to catch myself but I grabbed Ken's shirt and we both ended up on the ground. Suffice it to say, I did not win."

You pat him on the back before pushing the bowl in front of him to stir.

"Maybe no one noticed."

"Everyone was watching..."

"If it makes you feel better I lost my venue for my show."

Ken faces you with a concerned look.

"What?! Why?! How?!"

You shrug.

"I overslept..."

"Oof...What did Ryan say?"

"He took it surprisingly well."

Ken's eyebrows were raised in shock.

"That's surprising.."

You rolled your eyes with a smile knowing he was right.

"He's not that bad."

You take the bowl from him before placing it into the oven and closing it.

"Oh yeah? Remember that time the two of us wanted to go roller skating together."

You smiled at his words, you had never learnt how to roller skate and Ken has offered to teach you. You remembered talking about it with your siblings nonstop, you counted the days until your day off but Ryan had caught a cold.

You were more worried about being a good sibling to think about how logical that would be...

"What about that time I got both of us ice cream?"

Ryan ended up taking both from Ken and eating it in front of him when you were busy talking to Raquelle.

"Or that time we went to the movies..."

That day was completely ruined. Ryan followed you and brought along a confused Raquelle. He ended up taking Ken's seat and having him sit in a row further away which was Ryan's. Let's just say no one but Ryan was happy that day.

"I see your point..."

You furrowed your brows thinking over all the times Ryan ruined your moments with Ken.

"He's just trying to be... protective."

You walk up to him and he pulls you close, laying his head on your stomach with a sigh.

"Does he have to be protective all the time? Sometimes I just want to be with you..."

You smile at him as he looks up at you.

"Just the two of us..."

The two of you stare deeply into each other's eyes, just admiring the other before the door opens up.

"Guys c'mon the kids are hun-"

Raquelle stops in her tracks as Ken glares at her.

"I ruined the moment..."

You sigh pulling away from Ken to grab the cupcakes from the oven which were now completely done.

"I'm just gonna...Yeah."

Raquelle walks out with an apologetic look on her face. You and Ken stare at each other, shaking your head with a smile on your face before heading out with the cupcakes.

When the two of you make your way back into the living room, you notice that the sitting arrangement changed. Ryan was now between Raquelle and the Kids. Raquelle nods to the empty spot that was now open for you and Ken to sit beside each other much to the annoyance of Ryan.

Raquelle winks at Ken and he smiles back at her quickly pulling you into the spot beside him.

~✨✨

About an hour later, Barbie walks back into the house giving Ken a big hug and thanking the rest of you.

"I appreciate it so much, thank you."

You shrug with a smile.

"It was nothing. They were absolute angels."

"Can we go to the beach later Barbie? Can we? Can we?"

"Of course we can."

Barbie waves the four you goodbye before shutting the door.

The four of you start to walk back in the direction of your car. Ken however was dragging his feet.

"Could you walk any slower Kenny boy?"

You all looked back at the sadden doll.

"Ken, what's wrong?"

Ken shakes his head.

"Nothing, I just have to go to Barbie's party in a few minutes. She wants me to support Barbie. I won't get to spend the day with you."

"Oh, Ken."

You walk up to him placing both your hands on his cheeks.

"We'll see each other tomorrow.."

You lean in and whisper.

"Meet me at our spot tomorrow evening."

"Hey, Too close."

Raquelle rolls her eyes before pulling Ryan along. Ken smiles at you with a nod before leaning in and kissing your cheek.

"See you tomorrow.."

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hockeyteam!141 x figureskater!reader pt 2!

part 2 of this au finally! i'm so glad people like it! comment if you wanna be added to the taglist, already planning pt 3 so there will be more where this came from 💗

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8

your name was announced through the loudspeaker as you skated onto the ice, all covered in sequins and polyester. you’d always thought it was a little bit silly, the conventions around figure skating costumes. that fit that Margot Robbie threw in I, Tonya about the ridiculousness of it? yeah, you’d had a moment like that once or twice. the rough fabric scratched your arms, the glint of the sequins drew focus away from your expressions. but you still felt elegant as you set your mark at center ice, hitting your starting pose in the silence before the music began.

breathe in, breathe out. focus. momentum is everything, remember your character, focus going into your jumps.

in the moment before your routine started, you flicked your eyes up and scanned the crowd. it was something that you’d done ever since your first routine that you took to competition. usually, you were looking for your parents, their smiling faces and the flash of your mom’s digital camera. now, though, it became more curiosity, finding a spot to let your eyes settle when you weren’t looking at the judges’ table. it was then that you saw them. four big, brutish hockey players sat shoulder to shoulder in the stands. the one with the mohawk (soap, you remembered) lifted his hand to wave at you, only for the man beside him (kyle, you guessed from this distance) to swat it down.

the shock must have played out on your face, because you saw price smirk as your music began playing. you let the sound seep into your bones and just like that, it all melted away and you skated.

…

the four of them watched pretty intently for the first few seconds of your routine. price was focused on the placement of your body, how you kept your center of gravity in the middle at all times. he had to admire how precise you were in your movements, like you knew the physics behind all of it. for all he knew, you did. he could tell you were skilled and he liked that about you. talent recognizes talent, or however the saying goes.

kyle was simply admiring your choice of music. Moonlight Sonata, though basic, was like black coffee, he thought. a classic choice that never really got old, but so many things could be added to it to make it new and exciting. and watching you skate to it, he felt like he’d never heard it before. he watched your face more than anything else. you were so expressive, a story playing out in your eyes, and he soaked it all up. it was like reading a novel, and this one was a page-turner.

ghost was watching the lines of your body. it was like you were painting the air as you moved, each flick of the wrist and lift of the leg deliberate and purposeful. it all served to make a pretty picture. every now and again, he’d look at the thin lines your skates left on the ice, the swirls and curves detailing everywhere you’d been. much prettier than the harsh notches he left behind when he stepped out of the rink, he thought. just like you, they were delicate.

soap was far less interested in the artistry or skill of it and more focused on you. the way your hair moved as you spun on the ice, the way your costume clung to your skin. he couldn’t even act as if he wasn’t watching disrespectfully, thinking of what your body might look like under the spandex and sparkles. you lifted your leg and began spinning, and soap thought he might keel over right then and there. ghost nudged him as he adjusted himself on the bench, a silent gesture that told him to behave.

johnny gestured to price behind kyle’s back, getting his attention. “didn’t i tell ya, cap? a right beaut, that one,” he said, earning himself a flick to the head from ghost. price chuckled, turning his attention back to where you were winding up for a jump. two turns in the air and you landed perfectly. he knew you would, you talented thing. “yeah. a beaut,” price responded, a small smile curving his lips.

...

you skated remarkably, in your opinion. it was a relatively simple routine, but with every completed skate, regardless of skill level, came a sense of accomplishment. as you hit your ending pose, you made eye contact with your hockey players in the stands again. ghost’s face was unreadable from this distance, but you caught the pleased expressions of the other three as they clapped for you. soap had a glint in his eyes that spelled mischief and made something in your stomach tighten. kyle was looking at you like the artist you perceived yourself to be, almost how you imagined someone would look at their favorite painting. and price’s face had pride written all over it. you caught an almost imperceptible nod from him, as if to say well done.

you bowed to both sides of the rink and skated off the ice, a performer’s smile on your lips. it wasn’t entirely fake, not like it had been at some competitions. this time, it was born of the idea that four of the men you’d been watching, nay, pining after for a month were finally turning their attentions to you. for the first time in a while, you wondered what someone besides the judges thought of your routine. the worst part was, you needed them to like it. you felt the intense need to please them, keep them coming back for more.

the four of them found you in line for the concessions, grabbing a hot chocolate to soothe your cold bones in between programs. your free skate was coming up next and you knew you’d need a little pick-me-up before then. as you thanked the high schooler who’d poured your drink, you turned to walk away and almost collided with a wall of solid muscle. price, you’d realize as you looked up. “told ya we wanted to see ya, bonnie!” soap’s voice chirped from behind the broad shoulders of the team captain.

you glanced around him, noticing kyle and ghost stood off to the side. kyle was all polite smiles and ghost looked as though he was aware of how much space he was taking up, supremely uncomfortable as people brushed past him. soap was stood off to the other side of price, arms crossed over his chest. then your eyes turned up to the captain himself, feeling a sense of pride radiating off of him. you weren’t sure why; this was a man who barely knew you. but it made your stomach flutter all the same. “good performance you put on out there, love,” he said, the rumble of his baritone voice more compelling when it was directed at you. you’d seen the boys scramble to follow his orders before during a game, but you’d thought it was just his rank on the team. no, you realized, it was definitely the voice.

“thank you,” you replied sheepishly, clutching the warm styrofoam cup in your icy fingers. “i’m glad you all liked it.” kyle spoke up, stepping a bit closer to where you stood. “liked it? i loved it! you’ll have to tell me more about how you choreographed it, the musicality was insane!” “easy, garrick,” ghost’s voice rumbled from where he stood, a bit muffled by the black surgical mask. “don’t wan’ to scare off our pretty bird.” oh, you could get used to that. you spoke up, your eyes flicking between the four of them. “actually, i still have another program to skate.” you hesitated, almost worried you were being too forward. but then you continued. why not live a little, take some risks? “if you all wanted to stay, that is.”

you didn’t have to tell them twice.

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[gothicwidowsworld]

Robbie Turner #1

Imagine...

Being the middle Tallis daughter, and catching the eye of Robbie when you were younger. Over time feelings flourished, eventually you planned to elope. However Briony gets him arrested after the library incident. But by then it's too late you became pregnant so your parents kicked you out because of the shame.

Robbie wouldn't die in the war, he came home to your small family. When Briony came to apologise you didn't hold him back.

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[teddypickerry]

could you make a fake ig imagine for alex turner x actress!reader fc margot robbie plsss??

𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐌 𝐀𝐔!

𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙭 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙧 𝙭 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨! 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

username oh. my. god.

username bi culture is y/n and alex in this mv

username WHEN HE SPOTTED HER FOR THE FIRST TIME IN THE CROWD OH MY GOD 😩😩😩😩 WHEN IS IT MY TURN

matthelders Come back to the UK. Before Alex explodes tears all over us.

yourinstagram @matthelders i’ll see you next week no need to fret 🙄

username why do i lowkey ship y/n and alex…

username @username wtf. no.

arcticmonkeys She’s made of outer space 🪐

username imagine being paid to makeout with alex turner

username the things i would do to look like her istfg

username why does alex even like her 😭

username it’s giving alex’s gf

username why are all the comments about if they’re dating or not lol??? like her acting was so good she killed it, let’s focus on that. x

username to be picked up by alex … 💔

username HER SMILE 💙💗💞💖💘😻

username this shit’s PR you guys are gullible lmaoooo

username as long as he’s happy *says while sobbing to do me a favour*

username y/n holding our wills to live in that bag

username SHIP SHIP SHIP ❤️

username I JUST MET HER OUTSIDE!!!!! she was so nice and pretty. alex is so lucky if they’re actually dating.

username who wears that to a rock concert

username The video of her dancing on the balcony with Jamie’s kids 😭😭😭😭😭 Having a meltdown

username did y’all see alex looking at her during arabella … she blew him a kiss-

username username that kiss was for me 🤣🤣🤣🤣

username weird asf that she showing up everywhere lately …

username OMG CHECK OUT HER STORY 😭😭

username Giving sweet country girl next door vibes and I love it 😻

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[miss-kittys-magical-library]

Could you maybe do “No, i’m supposed to be making you feel good.” for Darren/reader, or Darren and your OC? -- 🦚 xx

Two Tickets To Paradise

(Darren Treacy x Jeanie Turner)

Warnings- language, oral sex (fem!receiving), manual stimulation/masturbation (fem! receiving)

A/N- Two years after the events of Ides of March, Darren and Jeanie (now married) live in a small ocean town outside of Phuket. They own a tiki bar along with Darren's friend Tommy and Jeanie's friend Ewan. They're also parents to a baby girl called Maeve.

After all she's done for him, Darren decides to show Jeanie a little gratitude. GIF credit goes to @vousnavezrienvu

"Darren stop!" Jeanie shoved him away but only light heartedly. "I'm ovulating."

"What the shite does t'at mean?" He ran his hands down over her ass giving it a little squeeze.

"It means you don't wear condoms, I can't get the pill easily in Thailand, and it's prime time for knocking me up. Again."

"So? Let's have a hundred babies," he let his mouth hover over Jeanie's

"Here we go again," she rolled her eyes. "You only enjoy this one because she's still small. Can't even walk yet."

"How about five?" Darren's breath was warm on her face.

"Not all of us are still in our twenties."

"Three! Like Mary, Robbie and I?" he begged her. "T'at was never too much for my Mam. Least our kids will have a dad."

Jeanie sighed, "Dazz."

"Two? So she's not lonely?" Darren laid his Dublin accent thick in her ear. Then he held Jeanie flush to his body before he hoisted her up on the bar. Her shoes kicked off in the process

Against her better judgment, Jeanie wrapped her legs around Darren's waist. Their mouths once again lingered without touching. His loud, heavy breathing went from her ears to her sex. It palpitated; she gave in.

"We can have two."

She reached for the bulge in Darren's jeans, but he stopped her. "No, I'm supposed to be making YOU feel good."

He bit the spot behind her ear then nipped at her lobe. Jeanie’s moan mixed with a laugh as she hung her head back to expose the rest of her neck. Darren’s love bites traveled down her throat the same time he unzipped her dress and tugged it completely off.

There was a sharp intake of breath when his wife’s body was exposed to the ocean breeze that filled the air. Jeanie leaned to grip the other side of the counter where sat. Darren pulled her bra straps down one at a time, his kisses followed the same path along each arm. Her free hand pushed Darren's head between her tits.

He only lingered there for a moment before he spun her sideways and laid her down along the bar. He let his tongue trace up from her cleavage to her neck again and pushed deep inside of her mouth.

Darren's hand had been flat on Jeanie's stomach. All the while his lips went upwards, the palm of his hand went down until his fingers grabbed at her cunt through her panties. They rubbed two, three at a time swiftly over them. Easily teased Jeanie wet as he made a repetitive tapping motion where her clit was under the cotton.

Jeanie's back lifted off the bar. She moaned loudly into Darren's mouth while fighting off his tongue with her own. He stretched her arms above her head and pinned them together at the wrist. His fingers working her clit over her panties now optioned to actually plummet inside of her slit.

Her hips twisted as Darren continued to plunge his fingers in and out. The middle one flicked over her clit and the hood that covered it. Then they shifted to a hook motion further in before his finger circled with a fury.

Jeanie found herself fucking Darren's hand. Her lower half untamed as she rocked forward and back into his fingers. Her gyrations and his and their tongues found a back and forth motion. Her nails curled around the hand that held her at bay.

He broke the kiss to focus on how fast his fingers flew in and out of her. Jeanie was writhing, her body somehow also relaxing into what he was doing. Everything stopped moving except Darren's two fingers as they concentrated solely on working her clit. He alternated at a speed of agonizingly slow which built to rapid.

She felt it. That spiraling heat that starts in her stomach and spreads like her legs were. The convulsion that made her appear possessed as her cunt grew slicker and throbbed. It constricted as Jeanie rolled herself in a body-shuddering orgasm.

An orgasm that Darren and his fingers’ motions rode out until she bent and stretched a few times and screamed out his name. Smug satisfaction on those pillowy lips. He raised an eyebrow while looking down; Jeanie dared to stare back as she came down from her high.

Darren bent to kiss his wife who shuddered involuntarily. She moved to get up, but despite releasing her from his grip, he still held Jeanie in place. His fingers were still slick with her.

“I told ye sweetheart, I'm supposed t’be making ye feel good.”

“Dazz,” Jeanie's mouth was dry, “You made me cum three times. I'm gold.” She smiled lazily at him.

“Ye could cum three more times,” his mouth turned down as his eyebrows lifted up. As if he was challenging her.

“It's been a rather long while. With work and Maeve and you and Tommy in Phuket for a few weeks.” Jeanie turned out her bottom lip, “You were working right?”

Darren sighed through his nose, “C’mon Red, ye know we were. Ye do so much around here when I'm gone.”

He stood at the end of the bar and yanked Jeanie by the calves towards him. He situated them on either shoulder after removing her panties completely.

“Ye run the tiki bar.”

He ran his nose from her knee down her inner thigh towards her cunt. He lost it briefly inside her pubic hair. Darren's finger and thumb separated her so he could sweep his tongue over Jeanie's clit.

Her hips jolted in reflex, but her husband ignored them. His lips now the ones to brush the length of her other thigh back up to that knee.

“AND ye take care of our daughter.”

Darren leaned forward so that Jeanie's knees bent back. His tongue flat like his palm earlier pushed along her pelvis towards her navel where he dipped just the tip of it.

Now his arms snaked under Jeanie's thighs and around so that he had that same access with his hands. To spread her slit and her thighs at the same time.

Both sets of Jeanie's nails twisted and pulled Darren's hair to hold his head in place. It didn't stop him from looking up at her just as his tongue dove inside of her cunt the way his fingers had.

She locked her ankles and her eyes with Darren. Then pushed his face back down so that he was buried in her cunt.

“Fuck me,” Jeanie struggled to find her voice.

“What?” Darren mumbled into her. His tongue lapped at her while he used his nose to caress her clit.

“I'm going to fuck your mouth,” she demanded now.

Her grip on his hair led to Jeanie pushing Darren's head back and forth. She thrust her pelvis off the bar and down so that his tongue and mouth found their pace.

He alternated from flicking his tongue in and out like a snake and suctioning his lips to her. He relished the way she undulated into his mouth. He went back to taking long swipes the entire length of her cunt that ended in successive swirls and savored the taste.

Darren knew that drove Jeanie crazy. That he loved when she came on him. That he triggered the release of it just enough with the pattern of tongue, fingertips and lips. He would taste it for a day, secretly not bothering to rinse himself out after. So his wife was left to indulge in it herself.

Sometimes, out of curiosity, she urged him to try writing the alphabet with the end of his tongue. Like now she rolled and tried to catch him in her thighs when he hit the letter G. Over and over S, Z, M.

“FASTER!” Jeanie screamed. Darren laughed and held her steady. This was the point where her words were compulsory, uninhibited. “I'M GONNA CUM IN YOUR MOUTH!” Her face flushed as she contorted wantonly.

Darren stopped abruptly only to glance up at her and snort. His heavy breathing edged her along. "Dirty bitch," he exhaled.

Then he was on her again. His jaw ached but it was the least he could do. For making him new and giving him a second chance. One body shaking orgasm like the one that burst through Jeanie now. Two. Three. They would never come close to how she took care of him the last two years.

Darren stood up and wiped the back of his hand across his lips before sucking on his thumb briefly. To relish what she left behind before stroking her thighs.

“Alright now, love? Told ye I’d make ye feel good didn't I?”

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[flashbang-througthe-door]

Master list fics for ocs ❣️

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Smirnoff family tree

OCs info: 1, 2, 3

Non-oc stories:

Holiday special stories: Snow,

OC challenges: 1, 2, 3, 4

Musician suffering series: 1, 2, 3

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MW OG timeline

For Nov: self serving fic , fuck the desert, Fractures 1 2 3 4 ,

For Guts: Halloween never been the same, 2

For Harv: yes I killed him, Sorry, summer nights, we knew the ending from the start, HARV! BROKE HIS THROAT!, Halloween, Harv and the accident , I had it a second ago,

The boys aka Echo Team: 1,

Kingston:

Cosmo Kane:

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Mw x SOA

Butcher Jones:

Bobbie Barnes:

Wolfie Just Wolfie:

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Mw(2019/2022/2023)

Dva Smirnoff: Morning, pretty boy

Odin Smirnoff: I know, ow

Jason "Lucky" Nuts:

"Duck" Johnson: 1, 2

"Numb" Carter:

"Jean" Greene:

Guardián De La Paz:

Bleyzer "B" Okean: 1,

Ricardo "Ricci" Ortiz:

Chuckie Grant:

Bravo 0.2:

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BO+BOCW

For Lear: it could have been happy, I'll be there for you , Chances 1 2 3 4 5, Boxers, untitled, Stakeout, undercover, piss/fight/jail, Addictions are painful 1 2 3, horrible and harmful, Problems, Untitled 2, Bury me in roses, calming, Kiss me

Kassidy "Kas/Bell" Carton:

Alexander Hartfield:

Giovanni "Bell" Florence:

Teddy Woods:

Hermes:

Rex Jackson: 1,

Jamie "Bell" Tones:

Mikhail “Mik/Silver Snake„ Konstantin:

D'yavol:

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WW2 timeline

For Sammy: capture the flags, drowning, mail, Sammy's truth, Storytime with Pop Pop Sammy

Sargent Raphael "Grape" Martinez: home , Accepted

Sonny Walton:

Private William "Billy/Crazy Billy/Pissy Bill" Mason:

The tank boys: 1, 2,

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Zombies

Salvador "Salvage": the start, Normal isn't our thing,

Luke: 1,

Wayne Long:

Pac-Man Baker:

Jade Walton:

Alistair "Brodie" Ferguson:

Ultimis Brodie:

Ultimis Wade Brass:

Primis Wade Brass:

Z:

Robby Greenfoot:

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The wheel of pain aka I got bored spun my cursed/interesting ship wheel: A one-time deal, Ready for anything , Unlikely

Robby + Primis Crew: 1, 2,

Robby + Ultimis Crew:

Playlists for ocs can be found here

Monster/Fiction au:

He's a ghost, but only I can see him au:

Out of commission Alejandro au:

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Rare/Mention/Request

Task force 51:

Vegas Woods:

Remissionem group:

Russell Démon:

Drayton Thomas:

Ultimis Brodie Ferguson:

Arthur Carnage: Please let me go,

Cooper Bloodbone:

"Aquarius":

Duke Firework:

Mikey:

JJ:

Justice Turner:

Captain Rosemary Martinez:

Dexter Russo:

Viktor Bellwood:

Sweets Shepherd:

Davy Petty: Stowaway

[b-m-scott]

Sticky Situation

Domhnall Gleeson x Actress Reader

Around two months ago, I had wrapped up a new project alongside some of the greats. Those names included the likes of Liam Neeson, Colin Firth, and Brendan Gleeson. Along with the greats came some of my close friends, Sophie Turner and Margot Robbie. The time for the press had come along and for once I was actually looking forward to it. I knew I would be paired with my girls and that meant that most of the interviews would just consist of us teasing and joking with one another.

This interview was the last of the day, and that often meant we were a bit more loopy and desperate to keep our energy up. The interviewer had started off with fairly basic questions:

“What was filming like?”

“Did you enjoy working with all your costars?”

“Did you learn anything from this experience?”

“Would you do it again?”

The energy was clearly falling and most of the answers were becoming quite sarcastic. Margot gives me a look that says she feels just as tired as me.

“Well, now I’d like to move to some more fun questions if that’s alright with you?” questions the interviewer. We all nod our heads.

“Of course! We’re always down for some fun questions,” exclaims Margot.

“Out of you three, who’s most likely to get hammered on a night out?” We all let out some short laughs while simultaneously pointing at Sophie.

“Literally the worst holder of booze to ever be born,” I laugh. Sophie rolls her eyes.

“Or maybe I just like to party,” she comments. We all laugh along with the interviewer. She asks a few more questions before asking one final one.

“Do we have any celebrity crushes ladies?” Margot and Sophie both look at me will knowing glances.

“Well, we’re both married, so no?” wonders Margot as she motions towards her and Sophie. Sophie nods along.

“But I did marry mine!” adds Sophie. We all laugh at that. The interviewer turns her attention to me.

“So, Y/N, any celebrity crushes?” I think it over for a few seconds, not really sure if I should answer the question, but suddenly one man pops into my head.

“You know who is actually quite adorable?” They look at me begging for more. “Domhnall Gleeson.” They all laugh clearly seeing the connection between our costar and the actor I just named.

“Really?” questions the interviewer. I shrug my shoulders before continuing,

“I mean have you seen About Time? Like hello, pure father material there!” We’re all laughing now.

“You know what I totally see it!” jokes Sophie. “Let’s make it happen.”

“Have you ever met him?” asks the interviewer. I shake my head.

“No, I haven’t,” I say. “I know his dad though!” Margot and Sophie just roll there.

“I mean that’s perfect, Y/N!” exclaims Sophie.

“I can see it all ready,” jokes Margot. “Hey Brendan, think you could give me your son’s number?”

“Cause I’d love to hook up!” continues Sophie.

“I just think he’s perfect father material!” pitches in the interviewer. At this point, my face is in my hands and I’m regretting even giving an answer. I lift my head up and say directly into the camera,

“OK, guys! That’s all we have time for!” Everyone starts laughing and the interviewer officially signs off.

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About a week later, the press tour has moved from London to Dublin. Brendan and Liam insisted on giving us a true Irish experience. We all agreed and were heading to one of Brendan’s favorite pubs. It felt good to get to spend some personal time with the cast before all the press wrapped up and we moved on to our normal lives. I was getting ready for the night when I heard a knock on my hotel room door. I open it up and Sophie’s there waiting.

“Hey, babe!” she greets. I let her in and head back to finish getting ready. She comes in and sits down on the edge of the bed. “You excited for tonight?” I nod my head.

“Yeah, I feel like it’s been forever since we went pubbing.” She hums in agreeance. As I’m applying some mascara, I can feel her eyeing me.

“Everything OK, babe?” I question. I see her nod in the mirror.

“You know Domhnall lives in Dublin,” she mentions. I roll my eyes while letting out a little laugh.

“Are you still on that?” She laughs along with me.

“I’m just saying, he might be there. Could be your chance.”

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We had been at the pub for about an hour now and we were all having a great time! We were each about two pints in and we were catching up on good times. There had been no sign of Domhnall, something I couldn’t seem to get off my mind since Sophie and I’s earlier interaction. I knew I was being ridiculous, after all, I had said the answer purely as a joke not really thinking anything of it. The drinks were running low, so I offered to go and get refills. The group agreed and I headed to the bar. After ordering the drinks, I stood there until they were finished. I picked up a few of the drinks and said I’d be back for the rest. As I turned to head back to our table, someone ran into me and knocked one of the drinks all over my shirt.

“I am so sorry!” exclaimed a man. I went to respond when suddenly Margot comes running over.

“Y/N, Brendan said his…” she cuts off when she sees the current predicament. She starts to laugh at me, which introduces annoyance to the situation. “Oh babe, you’re a mess.”

“I am so, so sorry! I wasn’t looking where I was going,” apologizes the man once more. Margot and I realize we still hadn’t addressed the man and we both look over at him. Immediately Margot starts to laugh even harder, and the poor man just looks so confused.

“Domhnall, there you are lad! I’ve been waiting for you,” states Brendan. He embraces Domnall in a hug before realizing the awkward energy in the pub. He looks over and sees the mess all over my clothes and then looks back at his son to see the embarrassed look on his face. Brendan shakes his head while letting out a small chuckle.

“Always were good at first impressions, son,” laughs Brendan. “Guess I don’t have to introduce you two anymore.” Brendan laughs slightly at his father’s teasing, but it’s clear he is still very embarrassed. Finally, as if I could finally think again, I realized I still hadn’t said anything and wanted to relieve some of Domnall’s embarrassment.

“It’s really no problem,” I say. “It wouldn’t be the first time I got myself into a sticky situation at a pub.” Everyone around me laughs, though there’s still clear tension around Domhnall as he once again glances over my clothes.

“I’d offer you my shirt, but...” he starts and I let out a little laugh. Brendan joins in,

“Yeah, cause all we need is you running around shirtless!” This additional joke from his father seems to ease the mood a little as well, and Margot suggests we head back to the table as she and Brendan grab the additional drinks at the bar. Domhnall and I still appear frozen in our spots. He snaps out of it first and goes over to the bar and comes back with a towel.

“Here,” he says, “Maybe it’ll make things a little less sticky?”

[mcavoy-girl]

We need more fanfiction of the following characters/celebs:

Dean Winchester x reader from Supernatural

Charles Xavier x reader from X-Men

Erik Lehnsherr x reader from X-Men

Robbie Turner x reader from Atonement

Beau Arlen x reader from Big Sky

Soldier boy x reader from The Boys

Wolverine x reader from X-Men

James McAvoy x reader

Hugh Jackman x (daughter) reader

Michael Fassbender x reader

Tony Stark x reader, preferably daughter!reader from Marvel-movies

Clint Barton x reader from Marvel-movies

Avengers x reader, any Avenger at all really.

Gellert Grindelwald (Johnny Depp) x reader from Fantastic Beasts

Albus Dumbledore (Jude Law) x reader from Fantastic Beasts

Jack Dawson x reader, Titanic

Legolas x reader from Hobbit-movies and Lord of the Rings-movies

Aragorn x reader from Lord of the Rings-movies

Eomer x reader from Lord of the Rings-movies

Faramir x reader from Lord of the Rings-movies

Castiel x reader from Supernatural

LOTR/Hobbit characters x reader

Charlie Hudson x reader from Hudson & Rex

Lord Asriel x reader from His Dark Materials

Nick Ryan x reader from McLeod's daughters

Richard O'Connell x reader from The Mummy movies

Wade Wilson/Deadpool x reader from Deadpool-movies

Richard Castle x reader from Castle

Drover (Hugh Jackman) x reader from Australia

Ronan Keating x reader

Christian x reader from Moulin Rouge

Aidan Turner x reader and his characters x reader

James Bond (Daniel Craig) x reader

Bucky Barnes x reader

Steve Rogers x reader

Obi-Wan Kenobi x reader from Star Wars prequels and Obi-Wan Kenobi-series

Ewan McGregor x reader

Anakin Skywalker x reader from Star Wars prequels

Hayden Christensen x reader

Owen Grady x reader from Jurassic World

Bucky Barnes x reader from Marvel-movies

Sirius Black x reader from Harry Potter- movies

Cedric Diggory x reader from Harry Potter- movies

Draco Malfoy x reader from Harry Potter-movies

Indiana Jones x reader from Indiana Jones- movies

Cillian Murphy x reader

Tommy Shelby x reader from Peaky Blinders

Harry Goodman x daughter reader from Pokemon Detective Pikachu

Pete "Maverick" Mitchell x (daughter) reader from Top Gun/Top Gun: Maverick

Tom "Iceman" Kazansky x (daughter) reader from Top Gun/ Top Gun: Maverick

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x reader from Top Gun: Maverick

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x reader from Top Gun: Maverick

Robin Hood/Robin of Loxley (Taron Egerton) x reader from Robin Hood

Rafe McCawley x reader from Pearl Harbor

Daniel "Danny" Walker x reader from Pearl Harbor

Eggsy Unwin x reader from the Kingsman-movies

Colter Shaw x reader from Tracker

I'll add here more as I remember more characters/celebs. I prefer character x female reader. The ones in bold need more fanfiction.

[yeet-me-dad-dy]

Masterlist

💜 = NSFW

🖤 = Angst

💀 = Gore/Horror

Arcane - Viktor x Male Reader

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four

Markiplier Egos -

Darkiplier:

The Drug in Me is You - Pt 1 - Mark brings home a shy new friend, and Dark finds himself needing to protect them from the other egos. (GN Reader)

The Drug in Me is You - Pt 2 - Dark wakes you from a nightmare, and you and he share a quiet moment. (GN Reader)

A Piece of You - Dark comforts you when you’re frustrated. (GN Reader)

Helping Hands - Dark helps give you your hormone injection. (Trans GN Reader)

🖤 A Reason to Stay - *WARNING: This fic deals with the topic of suicide.* The Reader talks Dark off the ledge. (GN Reader)

Home in My Heart - Reader is anxious Dark is going to leave them. Minor angst. Fluff. (GN Reader)

Dark Sundays - You and dark spend a quiet moment on a chilly grey Sunday.

Wilford: 

Werewolf Scritches - Werewolf reader enjoys some Wilford backscratches. (GN Reader)

Mother Fluffer - Wilford finds your stuffed animals when you fail to hide them all before his arrival. (GN Reader)

Jack’s Lament - You and Wilford visit a pumpkin patch and he leaves with a new helmet.

Actor:

Sleep Over - Mark wakes you late at night to ask for help with his nightmares. (Gender Neutral Reader)

Accidents Happen - Drabble in which Actor “comforts” the reader after they break their arm. (GN Reader)

Yancy: 

💜 What Friends Are For - Yancy helps reader relieve some tension. (Male Reader)

🖤 Bring Me the Horizon - You break Yancy out of prison for the night and take him into the city to have some fun. (GN Reader, mild angst)

Damien:

💜 A Welcome Break - You interrupt Damien’s work to help him relax. (GN Reader)

Septic Egos -

Antisepticeye:

Stop Doing That - You have Anti all flustered with your talk of how good Dark’s chocolate fountain is. (GN Reader)

💜 Rough Day - Anti is pissed off and uses the reader to destress. (Male Reader)

Chase:

I’d Rather Die - Anti has Chase trapped in a maze of endless halls.

🖤 Surrender the Night - Chase ends up in the hospital after a car accident.

Jackieboy Man:

💀 It’s Just a Scratch - Jackie accidentally injures Jameson when blowing off steam.

Henrik von Schneeplestein:

Soft Secrets - Jameson catches Henrik with a stuffed animal.

Jameson Jackson:

💜 Dressed to Impress - Jameson shows Henrik his new dress and things get heated.

Robbie the Zombie:

💀 Help a Zomboy Out - Anti hurts Robbie and you help stitch him back together. (GN Reader)

Antiaverage:

💜 The Sweet Stuff - Cuddles in bed becomes something more.

Captain Jack Sparrow -

Marooned - Jack faces a mutiny against him by his first mate, Barbossa, backed by the entirety of his crew. All but Bill turner and you, who are the only ones that remained loyal to him while the rest of his men would see him walk the plank.

Arthur Morgan -

Dark Dealings - Arthur time is nearing its end, but perhaps he can buy himself some more time by making a deal.

Hannibal (TV Show) -

Hannibal:

Bloody Mary - You find yourself on Hannibal’s menu. Unfortunately for him, you’re not easy prey. (GN Vampire Reader)

Obey Me! -

Lucifer:

🖤 This Last Goodbye - The end of the year has come, and with it, the end of the exchange program. It's time to go home.

Mammon:

Scars - Mammon barges in on you showering, only to see your scars for the first time.

Happy Birthday, Mammon '21 - You take Mammon to a human world carnival for his birthday.

Asmodeus:

💜 Asmo’s New Dress - It's your first time sleeping with Asmodeus, and your chance to show him just how well you can take care of him.

Marvel -

Loki:

Marshmallow Wars - It’s Christmas time. What better way to celebrate than pelting your fellow avengers with marshmallows? (GN Reader)

Are You Still Awake? - Fluff with Y/N and Loki cuddling in bed. (GN Reader)

Beautiful Condition - You have to explain to Loki why your face goes so red when you see him. (GN Reader)

Detroit: Become Human -

Connor:

DBH Crack - Basically a shitpost.

💜 Teach Me - Connor is feeling restless, so you help him out. (GN Reader)

💜 Nicotine - Part 2 to Teach Me. (Male Reader)

🖤 Save Yourself - You and Connor are investigating reports of a hostile android in an unfinished high rise. Angst. (GN Reader)

🖤 For Mercy - You and Connor are cornered and he’s only got one bullet left. (GN Reader) 

💜 Occupied - Bathroom sex with Connor. (Female Reader)

💀🖤 Control - Connor has to stop your dark alter ego. (GN Reader)

Ralph:

🖤 A Garden From a Grave - Ralph helps you decorate your pet’s grave. (GN Reader)

🖤 All the More Beautiful - Some protestors give Ralph a hard time in the plaza. (GN Reader)

💜 For Having Been Broken - Part 2 of All the More Beautiful (Female Reader)

RK900 (Nine):

All That Blood Looks Good on You - Nine attempts to comfort an upset reader. (GN Reader)

North:

I’m So Going to Kill You - You and North are taken hostage. (GN Reader)

[heavenlytouches]

Hi! Can you please do another Robbie Turner fic?? 🙏

Hello love! Ofc I can, I love Robbie so much TwT thank you so so much for a request and I apologise for a late reply, my college's been killing me TwT let's get into this El <3

Robbie Turner- private constellation

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

GN reader

<3 (SFW)

TW- none

Robbie and you share an afternoon picnic

Robbie Turner

You spread the picnic blanket across the soft grass beneath the sprawling branches of an old oak tree.

The sunlight dripped through the leaves, creating a mosaic of light and shadow that danced around you. The air was warm, filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the faint sound of laughter from nearby picnickers.

“Everything looks so beautiful!”

Robbie said as he watched you with a soft smile. His blue eyes sparkled in the sunlight, striking against the warm tones of the afternoon. He wore a light plaid shirt, sleeves rolled up just enough to reveal the sun-kissed skin of his forearms, and your chest fluttered with a mix of admiration and nervousness.

As you settled down on the blanket, Robbie’s freckled cheeks flushed slightly. It always amazed you how something so simple could make your heart race.

“I brought your favorite sandwiches.”

He continued, pulling out a perfectly wrapped sandwich along with some fresh strawberries, their red hues a delectable contrast to the green around you.

“They look amazing.”

You replied softly, your shyness wrapping around you like a warm blanket. You reached for a strawberry, and his fingers brushed against yours for just a moment—a fleeting connection that sent a shiver of electricity down your spine. You glanced up, catching him watching you intently, a playful smirk tugging at his lips.

“I know they’re not as sweet as you, but I tried!”

He winked, his confidence palpable. The teasing tone in his voice made you flush; it was a game he played so effortlessly. It was heartwarming, seeing Robbie so carefree and flirty after everything he had been through. Having returned from the war only a year ago, he carried stories in his gaze but wore his kindness like armor.

“Stop it!"

You murmured, burying your face in your hands for a moment, trying to block the heat creeping onto your cheeks.

The fact that you felt so bashful around him only made you more aware of how much you enjoyed his company, the way he lit up even the most ordinary moments.

He chuckled softly, nudging your shoulder playfully.

“You know you can’t hide from me forever.”

He said, his voice low and teasing, inviting you to look up and meet his gaze once more. When you did, the world around you seemed to fade, leaving just the two of you under the warm afternoon sun.

“How about we have a little contest?”

He suggested, his ocean eyes sparkling, and you couldn't help but lean in closer, curiosity piqued.

“What kind of contest?”

You asked hesitantly, your shyness bubbling beneath the surface.

“The first one to turn the other into a blushing mess has to eat the last strawberry no matter how full…”

He trailed off, a sly grin spreading across his face.

“What do you say?”

“Fine, but I warn you, I’m really good at this!”

Your heart raced with the thrill of the challenge, eager to keep the atmosphere light and fun.

With that, Robbie leaned in close, his blue eyes practically twinkling. He whispered sweet nothings that sent shivers down your spine, each word laced with a warmth that made your nerves dance.

“There’s something about you, you know? It’s like you bring sunshine wherever you go.”

His voice was teasing, yet sincere, leaving you feeling both flustered and cherished.

You bit your lip, fighting back a smile, your heart stealing the show as it raced in your chest.

“That’s not fair!”

You blurted out, your face burning with embarrassment.

“I thought we were supposed to be challenging each other?”

He leaned back, feigning innocence, and the laughter danced between you, composing a sweet symphony wrapped in the warmth of the afternoon.

The two of you spent hours talking about everything and nothing, time slipping away like grains of sand.

You shared stories, laughter bouncing off the trees, and the sweet touches became more frequent—small nudges and fleeting hand-holding that sent butterflies raging in your stomach.

For the first time, you felt the weight of shyness lift off your shoulders as you shared your dreams and fears, encouraging each other as you bared your hearts over sandwiches and strawberries.

Every now and then, Robbie would lean closer, his freckles catching the sunlight just right, and you'd steal glances each time. Sun lightly danced across his golden skin. You've known him since you were kids but this man... Robbie was something special.

At one point, you lay back on the blanket, looking up at the vivid blue sky, your heart fluttering as you felt Robbie’s warm presence beside you.

“Do you ever think about how beautiful the world is?”

You mused, feeling a sense of tranquility wash over you.

“All the time..”

He replied, his tone thoughtful as he propped himself on his elbow to face you.

“Especially now. I get to share it with someone special like you.”

The intimacy of the moment made your heart swell, and you felt brave enough to meet his gaze, holding it as if it was the most precious thing.

As the sun began to dip lower in the sky, casting a golden glow all around, you turned your head toward him.

“Robbie..”

You breathed out, your voice barely above a whisper. You felt brave for a moment.

"Did you know your freckles are like your own private constellation?”

His lips curved into an endearing smile, and he brushed his fingers against your cheek, the warmth taking your breath away.

“I never thought about it like that- but if you’re the one to help me see them, then I’ll hold on to that forever.”

His voice was soft, sincere, wrapping you in warmth.

The moment lingered, your hearts dancing in the silence. Then, as if drawn together by an irresistible force, you both leaned in, your breaths mingling with the sweet fragrance of the nearby flowers. The world around melted away in that single heartbeat, and as you shared a kiss, everything felt perfect. His soft, rosy lips moving on yours, his kisses sweet like strawberries.

When you finally pulled away, both of you wore shy but triumphant smiles, your hearts in sync, blooming just like the flowers around you- fragile yet brimming with potential.

This is just pure teeth-rotting sweetness, I apologise I got carried away TwT

Hope you liked this drabble <3 I can create more multifandom content; remember, requests are always welcome!

I love you guys so much

El <3

(all images were made by: El via canva & paint)

[lillianofliterature]

request guidelines

send a request. ask a question. view masterlist. 

please check my bio to see if requests are open before sending any in.

READ BELOW FOR REQUEST OPTIONS, GUIDELINES, & NEWS.

this may seem like a lot of rules, and I hope it doesn't scare anyone away from requesting, that was not my point in writing this. and I'm not going to be upset if you’re confused or something - I just want to be treated kindly. :)

 I've had many people demand a very specific story and be very reluctant to allowing me to have some freedom in the writing process. I do this as a hobby, and although it’s my favorite thing to do, I don’t want to feel controlled or obligated to do it a certain way. 

I love receiving requests - they make my heart so happy! these guideline are to ensure some sort of filter for readers to know how/what to ask of me. hopefully it helps not only me, but you as well! 

and of course I won’t get upset or anything so don’t be afraid to send things in! this is just to help anyone get a general idea of what I’m asking for so the process can be simpler and easier for us both. :)

FANDOMS i write for

avatar: the last airbender

beetlejuice

cobra kai

disney

harry potter

the hobbit

icarly

jurassic park

the karate kid

the lord of the rings

marvel (mcu)

once upon a time

pirates of the caribbean

star trek

star wars

stranger things

various actors

the x-files

CHARACTERS/PEOPLE i write for

aang, katara, sokka, suki, toph, zuko

beetlejuice (keatlejuice)

daniel larusso (older), johnny lawrence (older), miguel diaz, robbie lawrence, terry silver (older), tory nichols

bruno madrigal, jack skellington

remus lupin, severus snape

balin, beorn, bilbo baggins, bofur, dwalin, elrond, fili, kili, thorin oakenshield, thranduil

spencer shay

alan grant, billy brennan, claire dearing, ellie sattler, ian malcolm, owen grady

daniel larusso, johnny lawrence, terry silver

aragorn, arwen, boromir, elrond, eomer, eowyn, faramir, frodo, galadriel, gimli, haldir, legolas greenleaf, merry, pippin, samwise

adrian toomes, bruce banner, bucky barnes, clint barton, drax the destroyer, heimdall, loki odinson, natasha romanoff, peter parker, peter quill, sam wilson, steve rogers, thor odinson, tony stark, t’challa, yelena belova

august booth, emma swan, killian jones, regina mills, rumplestiltskin, zelena

carina barbossa, davy jones, elizabeth swann, hector barbossa, jack sparrow, tia dalma, will turner

beverly crusher, data soong, deanna troi, elnor, geordi laforge, james t. kirk, jean-luc picard, leonard “bones” mccoy, lore soong, raffi, spock, wesley crusher, will riker, seven of nine, worf

ahsoka tano, anakin skywalker, ben solo/kylo ren, cal kestis, cara dune, din djarin, finn, han solo, leia organa, luke skywalker, obi-wan kenobi, qui-gon jinn

eddie munson

ewan mcgregor, jake gyllenhaal, johnny depp, lee pace, tom hiddleston

dana scully, fox mulder

WHAT I WRITE

I only write in reader format (no given names, no specific appearance descriptions; I want every story to be adaptable to each individual, i.e. fitting the (Y/n), (h/c), (s/c), formula).

I write pretty much anything (fluff, angst, whump, gore/violence, battles), but draw the line with hardcore smut and explicit sexual abuse scenes.

I might be suggestive or hint at something more intimate, but it is never my goal to overly sexualize a scene unless specified otherwise in the a/n of the fic itself. (I’m very asexual, lol.) 

I write one-shots, imagines, preferences, and series, depending on where I want the story to go and how long I want it to be. I hold the right to decide what length the story will be (since it is my time and effort going into it), but I do enjoy your input.

I only write the reader in gender neutral format so I can include everyone (although fem descriptors might sometimes slip through the cracks) unless otherwise stated.

I generally write AUs if it’s something simple like a coffeeshop, bookshop, or modern au (or something similar). I just don’t write crossover AUs. 

DOs & DON’Ts (please)

please check my bio on my Tumblr page to see if requests are open before sending any in.

be patient, please! writers have lives outside of their hobbies and passions that cannot be adjusted or changed. sometimes the fanfiction has to wait, despite any publication schedules we try to maintain. please do not demand updates - I update as often as I can.

if I turn your request down, please know it’s nothing personal against you or your idea, I just don’t want to write an entire story for a scenario I’m not interested in personally. I have to choose projects carefully to be sure I can manage my ADHD with it and see it through to the end.

asking for personality traits for the reader is fine (i.e. shy, outgoing, adventurous, reserved, snarky, etc.)

asking for a background for the character is fine (i.e. reader was abused in her childhood and is afraid to be a mother, the reader was in an accident that has given them PTSD, etc.)

asking for a mood, general storyline/scenario is okay! 

do not request highly specific character details (i.e. the reader, named Astra, who has blue hair and wields a bow, golden eyes, and a gothic style, etc.)

do not request highly specific scenarios or details (shown in examples below). these are commission level additives that I’m not willing to write for.

please respect that as a writer I reserve the right to alter things and make them my own and follow through with the story as I see fit, not just copy your idea point-blank. 

do not write spin-offs or additions to my stories; although they involve fictional characters that do not belong to me, the writing and storylines of each individual story do, and each story takes an incredible amount of work. the dialogue, story, and world-building I add to require as much time and effort as original works. 

do not, under any circumstances, repost my work. 

thank you!

EXAMPLES 

do

 “a fic where the reader is in a training spar with obi-wan, and as they fight, she realizes she is in love with him. she tries to hide her emotions, but he feels something emanating from her. she confesses.”

"a little one-shot where bilbo and the company are complimenting the reader and how she’s been a big help to them on the journey while she’s off gathering wood or berries or something. bilbo realizes he’s in love with her after he gives the most compliments.”

“a fic where the reader is a vigilante and helps the avengers in the battle of new york; steve rogers is really impressed by her combat skills and she is invited to be an avenger. she’s kind of flirty.”

“a fluffy imagine where the reader sees luke skywalker for the first time from across the hanger, working on his ship, and it’s love at first sight. it’s late at night and no one else is there.”

“can I have a fluffy fic where the reader tells din djarin that she’s pregnant and his reaction to it? featuring baby yoda? and maybe they’re all hugging at the end or something? however long you can make it please”

don’t

“a four part series where the reader, whose name is Cassidy, has been in love with Anakin since they were slaves on Tatooine. She goes to Coruscant with him and they train as padawans together, but she falls in love with him because he is her only friend and they grew up together. In training, they are rough on each other, and even give each other injuries because they are so strong and wrestle like siblings. she knows she is in love with him, but he does not know he loves her. he still thinks about padme. when he meets padme again, Cassidy is immediately jealous and starts to hate padme. she is tempted by the dark side...etc.” 

“a fic where the reader, who has scars and bright makeup and a buzz cut, is really good in combat. she is with HYDRA and is ordered to assassinated steve rogers. i want a scene where she is reading his files, watching videos, and listening to broadcasts about him from the forties. she kind of falls in love with him, but is still going to obey her orders. she comes up with a plan of how to lure him, and is going to meet him in new york and pretend not to know him, and act as much like Peggy as she can to get him to be attached...etc.”

Thank you so much! Happy reading and requesting!

Xx Lillian

[theglitterqueenposts-blog]

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CACS 102 Assessment One: Reference List & Bibliography

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[shambhalala]

I Want to Dance (Sam Drake x Reader)

Inspired by this post!

Thanks to @random-aya for suggesting someone write this as a fic in the first place! If it weren’t for that, this headcanon would’ve probably just become a candle in the wind. I hope you like this!

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,400 (WHOOPS)

Music that helped me write this:

‘Me and My Shadow’ by Robbie Williams

‘Death of a Bachelor’ by Panic! At The Disco (thanks to @heroes-x-thieves for suggesting this one!)

‘Four Simple Words’ by Frank Turner (warning: explicit) (I should also add, if you plan on following my fic when I upload it, expect to see a lot of references to this guy. I love him probably a little too much).

He’d asked you to wear something nice that evening, claiming he wanted to celebrate you two completing another successful escapade. Truth be told, neither you nor Sam had a lot in the way of nice clothes, not when you were on the road for a treasure hunt. However, luckily for you, you’d had the initiative to bring some formal attire; at the beginning of the week, your client had insisted upon meeting in an upscale hotel to discuss business. For reasons unknown to you, Sam had pulled you back to that same hotel, and there you both were.

Sam was wearing his black and white tuxedo piece, the one you couldn’t help but love seeing him in. He held onto your hand as the two of you strolled casually into the building, casting glances at you out of the corner of his eye whilst you were busy surveying the empty lobby.

“Sam, why’re we here? This place is practically deserted” you asked him.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ve just got somethin’ to show you” he replied with a smirk as you approached a gentleman at the front desk. Sam leant over and spoke to him in a hushed tone. That only added to your frustration; whatever he had to show you, he was keeping it a surprise, and he knew you hated surprises.

The gentleman behind the desk smiled and gestured to a large door at the end of the hall. Your destination, apparently.

Sam thanked the man and pulled you along beside him, still smirking. Your patience was eroding; the job had really drained you and you wanted nothing more than to head home and cuddle on the couch with Sam and a blanket, but he had other plans.

“Sam, whatever this is, it’d better be worth it” you sighed.

“Oh, it will be” he grinned back at you, removing his hand from yours and placing it over your shoulders. “You look beautiful tonight, by the way”.

“Flattery will get you nowhere” you cocked an eyebrow at him.

“You sure ‘bout that?” he asked. You had reached the door now. Sam pushed it open.

A magnificent, desolate ballroom greeted your eyes. A giant tiered chandelier hung from the ceiling, its thousands of glass shards reflecting warm light onto the polished mahogany floor. Floor-length windows lined the walls, giving you two a perfect view of the starry night sky and the city skyline in the distance. A black grand piano stood towards the opposite end of the room; a man in a tuxedo almost as sleek as Sam’s was sat at it, watching you two.

You drew in your breath as you stared at the scene in front of you, too awestruck to be annoyed any longer. Sam chuckled at you.

“You like it?”

Words eluded you, making Sam’s grin grow wider.

“Think that’s the first time I’ve ever seen you speechless” he laughed.

You snapped out of your daze and looked at him, flustered.

“Sam, I-I love it!” you exclaimed, eyes wide and bright before they narrowed again in confusion. “But… why? And how?”

“Well, you know the rich guy we’ve just finished workin’ for?” he asked. You nodded.

“Figured he owed me one. He knows the manager of this place, so I asked if we could borrow the ballroom. Wanted to surprise you” Sam explained, fiddling with his bow tie with both hands.

A hint of red crept its way up your chest, reaching your neck and cheeks. Okay, maybe flattery would get him somewhere, but you were still confused. You cleared your throat, hoping Sam wouldn’t notice your complexion and start with the smartass comments again.

“Okay, but… why?” you asked again.

Sam turned to you and held out his hand. His gaze was soft, almost making you melt on the spot.

“Let me show you”.

With cautious eyes, you placed your hand in his. You gasped slightly as he drew you towards him, mere inches separating your torsos. His cologne suddenly surrounded you, bringing you an immediate sense of serenity. You looked up at him as he placed one hand on your waist and led your free hand to his shoulder. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say it looked like the beginning of a waltz. But Sam didn’t dance… did he?

He cast his gaze away from you to nod at the man at the piano, who promptly straightened in his seat and began to play a soft melody.

“Follow my lead” Sam instructed. He stepped backwards, catching you by surprise. Your feet stumbled but you followed him, stepping to the right when he did. He led with effortless grace, sweeping his feet across the floor in perfect time with the music as you tried to keep up with him. Your eyes were glued to your feet, which made Sam smile at you adoringly. The two of you stayed like that for a couple more minutes, until you felt confident enough to look up at him. You couldn’t hide your blush now; Sam’s smile widened when he saw how dazzled you looked by the whole situation.

“Sam… you never told me you could dance” you breathed.

“I, uh… I’ve been practising. Takin’ lessons when I told you I was seein’ Nathan” it was Sam’s turn to blush as he averted his gaze away from your face.

You stared at him, everything suddenly clicking into place. The late evenings, the vague conversations; it all made sense now.

You wound your arm further round his shoulder and onto his back, stepping closer to him and laying your head on his chest. His breath was slow and even and it brought you immense comfort. The sweet melody of the piano echoed around the empty room, peaking on the high notes as you closed your eyes in your state of pure bliss. You were pretty sure you and Sam were just shuffling from side to side now, but you didn’t care.

Sam ducked his head down and whispered in your ear as the song came to a close.

“Let’s kick it up a notch, shall we?”

You removed your head from his chest to look at him. His eyes sparkled with delight as the pianist launched into a new number.

The tempo was much quicker this time; you barely had time to protest before Sam swept you back into your box step routine, adding turns and twists without giving you time to comprehend what was happening. You laughed in surprise, enjoying the sudden sensation of air rushing past you as Sam twirled you under his arm again and again. He laughed with you, overjoyed to see you so happy at discovering his little secret.

Your smiles shone as radiantly as the light above your heads, your shared joy echoing around the ballroom in the form of sweet encouragement and laughter. Sam was a natural, leading you across the floor with perfectly placed, feather-light steps, but he insisted that you were better.

To Sam, you were the epitome of elegance. After only a short amount of time dancing with him, your feet carried your frame with utmost precision and your clothes swayed along with you as if they were in a trance. Your hand clasped in his was his only reminder that you weren’t a deity sent from heaven.

Your arms extended and your hands disconnected. Gazes locked on one another, you both knew what was coming next.

You rushed forward, leaping into Sam’s open arms. He grinned up at you as he spun you around, revelling in your elated giggles. He placed you back on your feet just as the pianist played the last few, gentle notes. You stared at each other, catching your breath as Sam’s hands moved upwards to cradle your upper body.

You were amazed. Samuel Drake, the man who explored ancient cities and fired bullet after bullet for a living, had just waltzed with you not once, but twice, around a ballroom he’d reserved just for the two of you. You two had done formidable things together during your time as both work and romantic partners; you thought he couldn’t possibly have any more tricks up his sleeve, but, clearly, you were wrong.

“So, uh… surprise?” he said, shooting you a gentle smile.

You merely grinned at him, clasped your hands around the back of his neck, and pulled his lips down to your own.

This was my first reader-insert, so I hope you all enjoyed that! Please let me know what you thought!