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Just something I “painted” at work that virtually no one will notice.
#the fiancé laughed but I was super proud of it#had very limited supplies#powdered tempura paint and shitty paint brushes#but I made it work
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Johnny “Soap” MacTavish Headcannons
A/N: I’m very happy y’all are enjoying these!
Warnings NSFW
• Y’all met while you were on a study abroad program
• You had been returning from a night class & decided to go to the local pub for a pint & some food
• It was another soldier that pointed you out initially but he caught your eye
• “Oi, what’s a wee lass like yourself doin’ all alone in the corner?” (It definitely didn’t come out THAT clearly)
• it took you a minute to process what the hell he had said since his Scottish accent is so thick
• You spent hours chatting in that bar, about your home life, studies, etc. Johnny was limited in what he could tell you about his profession
• The two of you exchanged numbers & on your first date he took you to the Scottish countryside
• The view took your breath away, & he explained the history of his homeland to you (he’s very patriotic)
• You’d FaceTime, call, text etc. once you had to return to your home country
• He was so proud to see you graduate (he knew how hard you worked towards obtaining your college degree)
• He told you he couldn’t go to your graduation due to work (it was a lie)
• He planned out a whole secret proposal with your parents over FaceTime
• imagine your surprise when you saw him after the ceremony
• He proposed in private in your childhood house’s backyard
• You initially got married in the states to be able to live with him due to his military service & start receiving housing
• Y’all had a ceremony & reception at a castle in the Scottish countryside complete with a hand tying ceremony
• Yes, you had a bagpiper at the wedding
• He wore a kilt (are we even surprised?)
• Your garter had his last name on it & was in tartan plaid that matched his kilt (yes you had a garter toss & he was in shock when he saw the garter)
• Y’all got a gorgeous little cottage by the sea & ofc a sheep dog to go with it
• He 100% would be hosting for football matches
• And if you’re American y’all would definitely host a Super Bowl watch party
• I feel like he’d love reality tv (especially 90 Day Fiancé & the Kardashians)
• He has commentary too for every scene
• “what a fooking idiot.”
• His favorite Kardashian is Kris Jenner
• Since he can barley keep his hands off of you, he knocks you up only a month after your wedding
• Since he was deployed you mailed him ultrasound photos of the bean
• For a man who is incredibly intelligent it didn’t click that you send multiple photos of the same ultrasound
• He thought he was having quints at first & nearly had a stroke
• “You’re having five of ‘em?!” “No that’s the same fetus just different photos”
• He kept the ultra sound photos in his plate carrier
• Tactical baby gear is a must (also it’s a real company which is awesome)
• Hear me out little baby kilt, Simon gifted it to y’all
• You nearly cried when you opened the gift d
• Simon is 100% the godfather of your baby, if you trust him with Johnny’s life you can ensure if anything happened your baby would be taken care of
• Johnny was lucky that he was able to be there the entire time you were in labor
• He almost fainted when he saw the epidural (I don’t blame him)
• You guys had a little boy
• Unfortunately while you were in recovery he got called back into work for a mission
• Before he left he held your son just incase it was his last time holding him
• You sobbed when he left & one of the nurses had to console you
• Thankfully it was just a hostage rescue so he was back within a few days & ready to help out with the baby
• He carried your son around in one of those baby carriers that your strap to your chest
• Your baby boy is so giggly just like his daddy
• He will constantly be making his son laugh with silly faces, hand motions, anything
• Whenever the boys come over to watch a match your son will be passed around like a hot potato one moment he’ll be sitting with Price then next Simon has him
• As your son gets older he gets interested in what his daddy does, & he’s infatuated with being a soldier
• He’ll play pretend soldier with Soap all the time
• You’re constantly picking up Nerf darts
• When Soap is away on a mission, your son will crawl into bed with you because he misses his daddy
• He draws photos of him & the Task Force to send to overseas
• I also feel like y’all’s son would be incredibly helpful around the home especially when you’re expecting baby No. 2 & after baby No. 2 is born
• Baby No.2 is a little girl
• He’s definitely very protective over his little girl
• “She’s just as beautiful as you, Bonnie”
• Y’all’s son would also enlist or commission to the British Military but I think he’d actually be a King’s Guard for a bit
• And I feel like your daughter would be incredibly creative, she’d use those talents to be an artist
• I do believe Soap is a die hard family man & that’s one of the many reasons why you fell in love with him
✨NSFW✨
• He’s definitely a cheeky bastard & will not hesitate to smack, grab, or make comments in public about you
• He’s 100% dominant in the bedroom & loves to be called “daddy”, or even “Johnny”
• He fucked you right before y’all walked into your wedding reception, perks of wearing a kilt
• This man loves your legs & especially your thighs
• He loves to watch you squirm when his hand trails your legs all the way leading up to your pussy
• He’s not quite during sex whatsoever, he’ll full on groan, moan & tell you good you feel
• He’s a sucker for flexibility
• You take up yoga to improve your flexibility
• I definitely believe y’all wouldn’t even make it through the front door when he comes home
•He’d either fuck you on the hood of the car or the damn back seat in the parking lot
• He loves it when you wear his old PT shorts & no panties easy access
• He definitely loves you & your body & would know how to take care of you
#call of duty#cod imagines#cod masterlist#cod modern warfare#call of duty smut#soap call of duty#soap mactavish smut#john soap mactavish#soap cod#soap x reader#johnny mactavish#soap x fem reader#soap mctavish#soap mw2#john mactavish x you#soap mactavish x reader#john mactavish smut#captain john mactavish#captain mactavish#john mactavish x reader
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Admit it
☆ Pairing: Loki x Reader
☆ Synopsis: Loki likes you, more than he's liked anyone before, you make him laugh, you intrigue him and he's very comfortable around you, but proud as he is, he won't admit it. So when it turns out you already knew, will he be up to it and confirm it?
☆ Word Count: 4,902
☆ Notes: Loki is in denial about his feelings, as he does.
☆ Warnings: Alcohol consumption. Angry drinking, drunken confessions.
Loki was a lot of things, a liar, a trickster, a warrior, a sorcerer, a jester, a prince, a god, a hero, once even a villain. His current title, an Avenger... Ironic, really. How just a few years he had tried to kill every single one of them, and now he was part of the team. Although, he could argue that he’s the reason they finally got together in the first place, so it was only fair that now redeemed, he’d be allowed to join the famous team that once (thankfully) stopped his attempt at invading Earth.
Because this way he got to meet you.
You, oh Norns, you. Where could he start? You had been born different, to put it simply, as in you were part of the human population with special traits. Back then, Loki’s most remarkable human was a man with strength and anger issues formidable enough to scar him emotionally. Nowadays, there were sorcerers that could compete with Asgard’s finest, artificially made sentient and intelligent beings, and people with remarkable abilities that came from birth. Like yourself.
You were what Midgard had been addressing as a mutant, which essentially meant that you were born with special abilities. Some had super speed, some had laser eyes, other had super strength or like in your case, could make your way into people’s mind to take peeks into their thoughts. Funny you did not end up in that super school for mutants.
No, you had made your way into the rank of trainees for Earth’s Mightiest Heroes. And... somewhere else, but that was subject for another time. You were in a weird in between point right in the middle, you weren’t just a mortal in a suit, but your abilities didn’t stand out as much as for instance the reality warping witch. Not that you minded, quite the contrary, actually.
You were quite a peculiar individual, on one hand you were a very shy and closed off person with most people, you mostly spent your times in the Avengers Facilities you hardly went outside and when you did it was very task focused, meaning if you went shopping you went to get the things you needed and came back, if you were going to meet someone that’s all you did, it was rare you went to stroll around the city or went to big events just because. When brought up, you argued it was simply because crowds meant lots of thoughts and it gave you headaches.
On the other hand, inside the Compound you were bright and bubbly, always friendly and looking seeing you alone was rare, either spar training with Barton, Romanoff or Rogers, assisting Stark and Banner, cooking with Wanda and her tin-man fiancé maybe playing videogames with the young Spider boy and the other Maximoff twin, hearing Thor’s stories, even volunteering to babysit Barton’s youngest child and Stark’s daughter. And... even Loki got his quality time, mostly reading in the library or during training when your schedules aligned. But... for some reason, you seemed to look for his company a lot.
It startled him at first, you approached him once, with a friendly aura he had never seen before, you smiled happily at him asking him to go with you downtown for a coffee. He was going to decline but when he opened his mouth, what came out was...
“Of course. Let me grab a coat...”
You seemed just as surprised as he felt, but your expression quickly shifted into a happy and comforting smile.
“Alright, should I wait for you here?”
He felt his lip curling up into a smirk. Without breaking eye contact, he flicked his wrist and under the sizzling green light he was so familiar with, his black long coat and glasses were conjured on him, as his appearance swapped, his hair turned shorter and brown as beard grew on his face. Your eyes widened big like plates as a soft blush appeared on your cheeks.
“Ready when you are, dove” he smiled, offering you his arm for you to grab.
Your flushed face, staring at him, scanning him.
“A gentleman and a magician, color me impressed” you smiled.
“Oh, no you little mortal, I’m much more than your cheap street wizards” he replied.
“I can see that” you admitted, “but I think I like your hair black.”
He didn’t admit it, but that had been a lot of fun. The conversation had been lighthearted and while at first you had struggled to find common ground, given you both came from very different backgrounds. But once it turned out you had a shared interest in theater and books, you had a nice place to start a conversation.
Then it went on for a while, talking about life and missions, and whatever came to mind. Loki couldn’t remember the last time he had laughed so much, but you seemed to know exactly which buttons to press and how. By the time you had arrived at the coffee shop he had a slight stomachache.
The coffee on its own was so insignificant that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t remember what he ordered that time, but he could recall that conversation no matter how much time it passed.
He had been completely immersed in the conversation, that he hadn’t noticed when the sun set. And the walk under moonlight was even more pleasant, the temperature went down, making you shiver and hide under his arm and coat for extra warmth. It was... scaringly pleasant.
“Doesn’t it bother you that we look like a couple?”
“Given my reputation on earth, rumors of a partner is the least of my concerns,” he shrugged, “just enjoy the warmth.”
“How are you so cozy if you’re a frost giant anyway?” you teased him.
“I’m a magician, remember?” he grinned, “I have many tricks up my sleeve.”
“Yeah,” you said, deviously, “me.”
He never expected the fingernails scratching his upper arm.
“Hehey!”
“Ticklish much?”
“Don’t be foolish” he spat out defensively.
“Loki... I felt the panic ringing like an earthquake alarm” you giggled tapping your temple.
“You’re delusional”
“And you’re ticklish, deadly based on how badly you’re trying to deny it.”
“Very funny.”
“Thanks.”
That was a first, usually, when Loki got a jab to his pride, the other person got a jab to the stomach with his daggers. Loki wasn’t one to take teasing lightly, but it felt inoffensive, like sure, it was meant to get on his nerves, but he couldn’t help but smile at you.
That’s the first time he had a nice time being teased and not just teasing, the warmth on his cheeks felt somewhat comforting. No one had ever felt so easy-going, not fearing his god or royal status or using him as a steppingstone to get to Thor or his parents, not even trying to make him angry, just plain fun.
The rest of the night was just as lovely, it was like none of you wanted it to end, so you prepared tea and chatted in the living room until late hours, when Wilson came to scold you both for not letting him sleep enough and risking his energy for his morning jog and not going to hear the end of it and blah blah blah.
From then on it was getting to know each other.
Thor got to tease him because now it was Loki filling your day with Asgardian stories. But you’d defend him saying you enjoyed listening to both talk about Asgard. Somehow, you always made the brothers get along. Thor talked about his parties and friends, while Loki narrated the most exquisite pieces of Asgardian literature, recited poetry, and made you laugh until you cried with every prank he ever played on Asgard. Both could talk for hours about their battle anecdotes, night could fall, and they would still be arguing about how events went down while you listened somehow not getting tired of the brothers’ antics.
Training was another place you got to know each other better.
“You sure you want to fight me, little mortal?” he teased you, “Is not quite a wise decision.”
“I’ll take that risk” you replied with a wink that made Loki feel more things that he’d ever admit.
You circled around the training mat for a few minutes, and that’s when Loki got his first to see your powers in action. You weren’t particularly strong or fast. But your mind reading gave you a heads up of every attack, so Loki had a hard time landing a blow. You, on the other hand, got to hit him a couple of times, not that it caused him any harm... well, other than his ego.
Later on, Loki learned why he had trouble fighting you, Roger and Romanoff had designed your fighting style to be evasive and adaptable, focusing on compensating your lack of physical strength with good reflexes and responses. Although rather than making him angry, it made him admire you, and want to learn to fight you.
That made you soon be sent in teams for missions together. Loki’s illusion and deception mastery to infiltrate you both, and your powers to extract intel without even needing to engage in direct conversation.
“Alright darling, I’m on my way to the servers, did you get the code?” Loki asked through the communicator.
“Not yet, I have yet to find O’Donnell, he was supposed to be in tech develop but the room empty, they said he went for a coffee break” you whispered back.
“Yeah, what kind of idiot just stops everyone if they’re not caffeinated enough?”
“Ah, that’s low, that’s hurtful.”
“Thank you.”
“Wait!” you whispered, indicating Loki you had found him, “Professor O’Donnell!”
Loki slowed his pace to pay extra attention to what he heard over the com, you should be alright given Loki’s illusions were unbeatable, he made you look exactly like the general in command on the central. Your word was meant to be unquestioned, Loki himself chose to appear as another lab attendant, mainly to not stand out. But he still held his breath as you interacted with anyone, as low as it was, risk to getting caught was not zero.
“Yes, General?” the investigator asked.
“Are the reports ready?”
“Ah, yes, they are almost done General!” the other voice said. “They should be done later on tomorrow!”
That was a problem, you needed a trigger a certain train of thought, and he was derailing from the subject. And Loki was already by the hall, just a few meters away from his destination.
“Well, that’s unfortunate,” you said.
With the illusion over you, your voice sounded deep and intimidating. Loki stopped by a corner to hear, his breath stopping as he felt eyes on, looking at him weirdly for standing by the door.
“Maybe I can stop by later by your office to see some advanced and get some work ahead with what’s already done. Would that work for you?”
Bingo.
“Ah, o-of course General!”
“Alright, I’ll try meeting you after your break.”
Loki soon heard footsteps, detecting your pace extra rushed and a close door.
“1-9-9-3” Loki heard.
Loki walked to the door, and typed in the code, which opened with a beep!
“Took you long enough” Loki teased you.
“Sorry, he focused on the work, I had to bring him to the office, so he’d think of the code”.
“Right, but I got dirty looks for standing by my own door like an idiot.”
“Not all of us are masters of manipulation” you whined. “Just get the data and meet me outside.”
You seemed to be an unbeatable team.
Loki felt comfortable around you. With time, comfort turned into friendship, which eventually turned friendship into fascination. He just loved learning about you, training and improving together, sharing secrets, developing inside jokes and codes that only you two understood, and he loved hearing you laugh.
And soon, Loki couldn’t stand being away from you.
“Darling, I’m thinking getting a drink by that coffee shop we like, would you like to come?” he asked, leaning on your door frame.
“A-Ah... sorry Loki-Doki, I can’t right now... This report is taking me longer than I thought” you declined as you stretched on your chair. “How’s yours going?”
“I haven’t finished either, turns out you can’t stretch much of infiltrating an auction without dozing off” he shrugged, and smiled at your shock, “I was hoping some coffee would wake me up.”
“I don’t know, Loki... I really don’t want to come back to work on this.”
“Come on, love” he insisted, “It’ll be my treat.”
You thought about it, and Loki felt a delightful warmth running through his chest when he saw the smile reluctantly make its way on your face, your resolve breaking under the tempting offer.
“And maybe a big cookie...?” you asked innocently.
He flicked his wrist making his body be engulfed by his magic, to transform him into his now recurrent disguise, it was subtle, but it was impressive what changing his hair to short blonder hair and a beard did to conceal his presence.
“Is there any other way to have coffee?”
The whole walk you protested, calling Loki a bad influence and fearing you wouldn’t be able to finish in time unless you pulled an all-nighter, and how you couldn’t comprehend how Loki could be so chill about not handing it over in time. Loki just laughed at you whiny rant only making your cheeks reddened as you continue scolding him for laughing at you about something so serious.
You had already arrived at the coffee shop and ordered while Loki went to save a seat for you to keep chatting and drinking while you chatted.
“Thanks for treating me this time, darling” Loki said as you handed him his cup, “but next time I’ll be the one to pay.”
“It’s okay, I just needed something heavier to work tonight” you groaned as you took a big sip of your coffee.
“It’s just a report, love” Loki reminded you, “they won’t kick us out if one of their 18 reports they’ll get anyway.”
“No, they won’t kick you out!” you snapped, “you are worth keeping. I’m just a low-tier mutant.”
“Ah, right, because there’s so many of them around, willing to work for good and keep up with S.H.I.E.L.D.’s demanding regime and lifestyle.”
“There’s more of us than actual than a god magician prince, it’s just the trifecta of «we must keep him! » and that’s without mentioning you’re the little brother of one of the 6 Og Avengers! They’d be insane not to keep you regardless of what you do!”
“Like going rouge and trying to conquer Earth... again?” Loki said flatly, “Half of the time, I can’t tell if they actually want me to be here, or if I’m just being contained to be able to prevent, I plot against Midgard. I’m not an Avenger, I’m just a high-class prisoner.”
“Shut your mouth, because that’s not true, Loki” you shushed him, placing a finger on his mouth, “I know that’s not true.”
Loki gave you a weird look, you were very touchy with everyone in the Compound, but, in the Compound, you weren’t one to be so physical in public.
“I’ve asked everyone in the Compound what they think of you, and... they say they like you, but...”
A waitress interrupted you to bring the freshly out of the oven jumbo chocolate chip cookies, which you thanked her rather loudly and kept on staring at the spot where she had stood, after she had gone back to work behind the counter.
“But...?” Loki inquired, getting your attention back.
“But what?” you asked innocently.
It was then that Loki noticed the pink tint on your cheeks.
“Do you feel alright, sweetheart?”
“Yes, of course... what was I talking about?” you said, grabbing your cup with sloppy hands
“... They said they liked me...” Loki reminded you, wary of your moves.
“Ah, right, right, right!” you said. “But I wasn’t satisfied, so I peeked in their minds, and they thought they could trust you when you first joined, but they think trusting you was the best decision they ever made, because you’re quite a softie.”
“A softie?!” Loki gasped indignantly.
“Yes, cute right? They think you turned into a softie, but I think you’ve always been, but we broke down your defenses, and you actually like us too...” you said before bursting into giggles.
Loki just denied such claims, watching you giggle and laugh as his anger quickly subdued to curiosity and concern with your current state.
“You are though! Like when you helped Peter with his literature by translating old Asgardian novels for him. Or how you gifted Clint and Kate an old set of bow and arrow made by the dwarves...”
Loki rolled his eyes as you kept listing things Loki had done for everyone, while he looked at you drag words, your silly mood, your pink cheeks, and clumsy motions... He knew these symptoms.
“Hey! That’s mine!” you yelled as he grabbed your cup and took off the lid to sniff the drink. “Don’t drink it!”
The smell was faint compared to what he knew in Asgard, but this was undeniably alcohol.
“Sweetheart, what are you drinking?”
“It’s Irish coffee, it’s very bitter...” you pouted.
“This is alcohol,” Loki asked severely, “why on Earth would you drink something like this?!”
You shrunk in your seat like a kid at his scolding, making Loki’s heart ache. He didn’t like seeing you upset, but this wasn’t normal behavior, much less from you.
Loki had only seen you this drunk once before. You had been like this, angry and pressured to push a limit. You had been in an awful mood the whole day, and by the night, you sneaked to the drinks cabinet and drank down half of a wine bottle by the time Loki found you. And just like now, you had gone from angry and stressed to giggly secret-spilling, with the mindset of basically a toddler, that’s how he had learned his brother like doing karaoke nights to cheesy pop songs on dorky Midgardian pajamas and frog feet-shaped slippers and that Stark had Captain America trousers.
But he knew that angry drinking wasn’t a healthy habit, especially on you, who angry drank without pacing or measuring yourself, so you got very drunk, very quick.
“But yeah, we all adore having you around Loki” you babbled “and I agree with Thor, you’re his favorite, you know?”
Now that he didn’t expect, you weren’t much to talk about your feelings. But hearing that made him melt. You were trying to assure him that even his brother loved him, but the implication that you liked him as well made him stupidly happy.
He just smiled and grabbed your hand.
“Come on, love” he said gently, “Let’s get you home.”
Soon he realized you were drunk beyond what he had seen you, you could barely stand up, so with a sigh, Loki kneeled to let you climb on his back giving you a piggyback ride. You shyly accepted given you were not gonna be able to walk on your own.
And it turned out rather nice having you against him with your arms around his neck, you were warm and comfortably resting your head on his shoulder as you giggled while spilling dorky secrets to the young prince. All harmless innocent stuff, but amusing, nonetheless. And it usually came from places of care and concern.
“...And Peter has an Iron-Man plushy that he talks to when he’s nervous...” you mumbled, “I wish I could tell him he can go to the real Tony, but I can tell him I know...”
“You know a lot of secrets, don’t you?” Loki teased you.
“Sorry...” you said hiding your face against his shoulder.
“Dear heart, what could you possibly be apologizing for?” Loki asked gently.
“I don’t know these secrets because I want to...” you mumbled, “I can’t help but catch the thoughts like passing conversations on the street.”
“We are aware, and it was hard to get used to,” he admitted “but we are aware you don’t intend to hear people’s thoughts.”
“I know... but people still get angry about it,” you muttered “I don’t intend to, but no one likes feeling their privacy was invaded. I hate being the way I am...”
“Don’t say that dove, I doubt anyone in the building blames you” he assured you. “Don’t be so hard on yourself, love.”
“Thanks Loki” you said, as you nuzzled against his neck.
Immediately he jolted as he felt your breath against his skin.
“Ah, sorry, I wasn’t trying to tickle you.”
“Yeah, you are” you pouted, “you can lie but your brain doesn’t. You’re very-very super very ticklish... Look you’re getting embarrassed because I’m right!”
It would be useless to lie given you could see right through him.
“You’re super ticklish... here.”
And right then he felt your hands sneaking under his arms, as your fingertips wiggled against his armpits, which immediately made him break into laughter.
“Ehehehe-hey!” he cackled, “Stohohohop it!”
“See? So ticklish, and so cute” you smiled as you changed to scratch with your fingernails, making Loki double over with laughter. “And I’d dare to say you like it.”
“Shuhuhut ihihit, you mihinx!” he whined. “Thahahat’s so bad!”
“Ow, but it’s fun...” you whined, breathing against his neck, which only tickled more.
And then something unexpected happened, between the tickles that were overwhelming and having all his focus spent on not dropping you, his magic failed, making his spell wear off, revealing his usual self.
“Uh-oh...” you mumbled shyly.
The previous scene had earned a few looks from bystanders, but their endearment and amusement turned into horror when they saw Loki’s real appearance. You hid against him when Loki, barely with time to recover from the giggle fit you had induced on him, summoned a teleportation spell and both of you disappeared under a green cloud.
You reappeared on the halls of the Compound, right by your door, so with a relieved sigh he opened it and delicately placed you in your bed. Before sitting beside you.
“Sorry I ruined the fun” you muttered.
“Fun?” he gasped indignantly, “You called tickling me to pieces fun?”
You nodded.
“I do not like being tickled, you’re talking nonsense” he huffed. “It’s so childish and idiotic.”
“And it puts you in a good mood because it’s mischievous fun” you cut him off.
“You’re insane.”
“It’s okay” you assured him, patting his hand, “I like getting tickled too.”
That made Loki perk up his ears.
“Do you, now?” he smirked. “Well, well, well... Now that’s a secret I’m interested in.”
Immediately your face turned red as your eyes grew wide as plates, as he leaned to straddle your with his hands as he sat on your upper thighs.
“W-Wait! Wahahait, Loki! Nononono, Loki don’t, I’m stupidly ticklish I—”
“Oh, are you?” he grinned. “My, my... I’ve always loved your drunk honesty, but this is the most important bits of information you’ve given me...”
“Loki!” you whined as you covered your beet red face with your hands.
An opportunity he took to scratch your sides, making you jolt and burst into bright silly hiccupy giggles.
“Lohohohoki! Thahahat hic tihihihickles, plehehehease hic hic—!”
That was an adorable sight, you squeezed his wrists, yet not pushing him away. Guess you weren’t lying about actually liking getting tickles.
“Please what, darling? Please more? Please tickle me to pieces? Gladly” he teased as moved to knead that sides of your belly.
You wheezed arching your back as he gave repeated pinches to the sides of your tummy, slowly climbing to your ribs, pinching and squeezing your ribs and sides, causing you to scream with laughter.
“Ah, so pretty and so ticklish... and so helpless” he growled as he sneaked his fingers under your arms.
“AHAHAHEHE, LOHOHOHOHOKI STAHAHAHAP!”
“No, I don’t feel like stopping, you shouldn’t have a problem taking what you dished out on me earlier, would you?”
“PLEHEHEHEASE LOKI! NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHRE!”
He simply decided to take it up a notch, grabbing your wrists, and pinning them both above your head, making you even more helpless to his tickling free hand.
“LOHOHOHOK—” you protest was got off by a wheeze that sentenced the end of the screaming laughter.
Now the only sound you could make was wheeze in silent laughter and gasp for air as Loki tickled you silly. Tears began streaming down your face as Loki’s hand roamed to squeeze, pinch and scribble over every ticklish spot it could find. He only stopped when you began coughing between gasps of air.
He got off you and saw you curl your legs up to your chest in an attempt to protect yourself. But it only made Loki grab your feet and take off your shoes and socks.
“Noohohoho, no, no Loki please nohoho dohohon’t tihihihck— ACK!”
A single finger scratch with his nail across your sole made you jump and swing your foot, kicking Loki right on the stomach making him fall off the bed.
“Oh my gosh, Loki, I’m sorry!” you said, truly horrified.
The trickster god, huffed and groaned in pain, not expecting a human kick to do so much harm.
“I’m quite alright, you’re just stronger than I thought” Loki said, “I’m impressed.”
You went down to sit next to him, placing a gentle hand on his stomach. Truly it didn’t hurt after initial impact, but you weren’t going to be at peace until you’d check yourself. And maybe he enjoyed having your hands on him.
Until it tickled.
“Hehey!” he whined.
“Sorry...” you said, as a smiled shyly.
“Oh, no I know exactly what you’re thinking” he groaned, “I do not, I repeat, I do not enjoy these childish games."
“I can tell you do, but that’s okay... I know you’re not the type to admit you like something...”
“Wha— What is that supposed to mean?” Loki asked.
“A-Ah! Nothing no... it’s nothing!” you squeaked nervously.
“Darling, you may read minds, but I am the God of it,” Loki said, “I can tell exactly when someone is lying.”
“N-No, it’s nothing!” you said as you curled up on the spot, hiding your face on behind your knees.
“Darling... you’re scaring me... What’s wrong?”
“Can you promise you won’t get mad...?” you asked.
“I don’t think you could truly upset me” Loki comforted you as he grabbed your hand to give it a gentle reassuring squeeze. “After all, you are my favorite.”
Your face turned red and a shy smiled appeared on your face for a moment, before that anguished look made its way back to your features.
“We were getting ready for the last mission, and I heard you, Thor and the others talking... About... me. How you maybe sort of actually... liked-liked me. And you said no... but, your thoughts... did not agree.”
Oh, oh no. Oh dear, oh gods.
Now a lot of things made more sense. How your face was red was in when you walked in the room, and how you suddenly decided to pair up with Steve to rescue the hostages rather than going for intel with him and Nat. How you were moody and distant afterwards. And why this mission report was causing you so much conflict.
You knew he liked you. You had managed to peek that thought of his mind. A thought even he refused to admit. But now, out in the open, he felt relieved, and the way you just seemed embarrassed.
“So you’ve known all this time? And that’s what upsets you?”
“You promised you wouldn’t get mad” you whined.
“I’m not, I think you are more upset than I am!” he laughed, before realizing something, “Does it bother you...? That I long for you like this?”
“N-No...” you mumbled, “Not at all... I maybe sort of like you too...”
“Then why were you so upset?”
“How would you feel if you realized the person you have a massive crush on likes you too but you can’t do anything about it without revealing you may have stepped his boundaries?”
“Massive crush, eh?” he grinned. “So.. It's safe to say that you wouldn’t mind if I stole a k—hmpf!”
He was interrupted by a pair of lips against his own, that quickly melted him into a kiss. You had placed your hand on the side of his neck, sliding it to the back to play with his hair. The young prince pulled you closer to kiss you more, even pinning you against the side of your bed.
Only breaking the kiss when you needed to gasp for air. And he got to admire you bright open eyes staring at him with a huge happy grin.
“Beat you to it” you smiled.
“Whahat?” he laughed.
“I stole the kiss” you beamed proudly.
He smiled as he leaned to kiss you again.
“Now that you admitted you liked me... will you admit you like getting tickled...?”
“Mmm, not yet...” he grinned. “But I have something better in mind.”
“Wha— No! N—EEEEEEEHHH!”
But Loki had already tackled you on the floor and went back to tickling you silly once more. But it was fine, one big confession at the time, and today had been more than enough.
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happy 1k! 38 with charles please <3
words unspoken – cl16
genre: fluff :), drabble, 1k celebration
38: whispering “I love you” before a chaste, delicate kiss. title from this
“And it painted a mural all over our kitchen. You know, on the back wall, the green one where you accidentally chipped off a bit of the paint? Yeah. With its hind legs, and a paintbr—just a huge—just, like, angels, and babies. Honest to God, it was better than the Sistine Chapel.”
“So this was a Michelangelo deer?” Your boyfriend asks humorously. “That’s funny. I just had a turtle painting Picasso in my dream the other night. What are the chances?”
“You are such a little shit,” you say, but you’re both laughing. Another day of sharing your dreams to each other—a habit that started out of a way to start morning conversations and continued because of how much you enjoyed listening to each other talk. Your dreams varied, from nightmares, to those of the ordinary type, to the weirdest, most obscure kinds of figments you could possibly conjure.
Like this one. “But that’s not all. So this deer. It’s done painting this magnificent mural, right?”
Charles nods, genuinely interested, adjusting his glasses as he pulls you onto his lap, wraps his arms around your waist. “So it finishes the painting, and it turns and faces me, and behind it, the painting totally melts off! Like, gone. Just—all of it—poof. The wall’s all green again. And I’m begging the deer to paint it back.”
“Oh, it betrayed you!” Your boyfriend clutches his chest. “How could it possibly?!”
You flick his cheek to shut him up. “And it repaints another painting over it, as per my request, but it’s a totally different painting. It’s not even a painting. It’s just your and my initials, tiny and accompanied by a little heart. No angels. Or babies. Or chapel ceilings.”
“And that’s it.” He fiddles with the sleeve of your knit sweater.
“That’s it.” You turn from the couch and toward the kitchen, where you can spot the wide, forest green wall you’d been talking about. “Just by the fridge. A heart and our letters.”
“Okay. As a professional dream interpreter,” he says, eliciting a scoff out of you, “I would say this means we need to do the same thing.”
“Paint the Sistine Chapel?” You joke, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Or adopt a deer?”
“I’ve got my own animal in the house already, thanks.” You roll your eyes at the offhand joke but allow him to continue. “We still have spare paint in the kitchen cabinet from when you begged me to repaint the bookshelf white.”
“Race you,” you whisper, clambering off his lap and bolting toward the cabinets.
Unfortunately, you’ve hit a caveat. You can’t find the tube or can of white paint for the life of you, so despite your headstart, you find yourself staring at your boyfriend’s proud, paintbrush-and-paint wielding grin. You roll your eyes, gesturing for him to start.
“Don’t mind if I do,” he says. “How’d it look like?”
“Just let me—” you fight briefly over the paintbrush but eventually you’re drawing careful strokes of each initial, housing them inside a tiny heart. You place the brush down and step back, proud of your handiwork. “It’s just like the deer’s.”
He hugs you from behind, and you clutch his arms, both of you just staring at this new, human, lovely as it is imperfect, addition to your home. He leans down, stops right as your lips brush together, then whispers delicately, “I love you.”
You kiss him back, smiling. When he pulls away, you poke his nose. “I love you, too.”
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“So it’s an extra 40 euros to get the green color matched and have that splotch painted over,” the super says boredly.
You stare at the white. A “splotch,” he’d called it.
You wonder how many times you’ve called something a splotch, garbage, irrelevant, when in truth it meant so much more to a total stranger. You want to turn to the super, say, coolly, casually, “Oh, my ex-fiancé and I drew that a couple years ago, so it’s not a splotch, you son of a bitch.” But you’ve no time for deep thinking or mapping out possibilities. You need to empty the place by today.
“Yeah, just go ahead and add it to the charge,” you say politely. “I forgot what that splotch was all about, actually.”
#f1#leclsrc1000#charles leclerc#charles leclerc x reader#charles leclerc imagines#charles leclerc drabble#charles leclerc smut#f1 x reader
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So MCC Twitch Rivals...
I loved it. I loved it so so much.
Spoilers under the cut
I was watching my guy Captain Sparklez and I knew they were a strong team, but my god I did not expect the event sweep. Especially after they won the first 3 games.
Was I impressed? Absolutely.
Also Jordans interview after game 2, super funny. Me and my fiancé laughed so much at that. (About the strat for the PVP games "If I knew that I'd be better at PVP" and him saying his team was carrying him despite being 2nd in his team ranking at that time and 3rd overall in the player rankings)
It was for the most part such an incredibly wholesome event and I'm very glad to have been able to watch the streams.
I'm just so proud of the Yellow Yaks. I was not expecting them to win, I was expecting a 3rd or 4th place finish but I'm so so proud of them all.
From their incredible start in Rocket Speef rush to their great communication in Grid Runners down to AntFrost's amazing finale to Sky Battle it was truly in my opinion 10/10
Also I'm impressed nothing completely broke with MCC or the Twitch Con setup honestly, and kudos to every player, announcer, interviewer, camera person and every other staff member for making the event what it was
... also that backflip from Jordan was pretty cool, just putting it out there. No one saw that coming
#nix speaks#mcc#mcc twitch rivals#twitch rivals#mcc championship#mcc champs#yellow yaks#twitch con#captainsparklez#awesamdude#cubfan#antfrost
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Love is in the Error
Part 6
Part 5
Masterlist
Marinette was actively trying to calm herself. She couldn’t let this sit so she had resorted to trickery. She didn’t particularly like using trickery but it was the only way she could think of to keep herself from backing out at the last minute. Roy didn’t react at all when she suggested it. She hoped that wasn’t a bad thing. She knew that Lian would be thrilled and that he would be in an awkward position. He didn't have the ability to say no without a struggle.
She hadn’t told Lian about the lights she had added to the underskirt. The dress had been as close as she could get to Lian’s original plans. But a few days ago she had seen a light up skirt and had a sudden inspiration to put it lights on an underskirt that could be used with a variety of dresses and should fit her for a few years. She was hoping the girl’s excitement would take away the sting from any anger Roy might feel about her underhanded methods.
She waited to pull out the lighted skirt until she had checked the fit of the dress. Lian was ecstatic over it. She squealed loudly when Marinette pulled out the underskirt. While she showed her dad the secret addition, Marinette set up her mirrors in the hallway and turned off the lights so she could play with the skirt. Then she turned to Roy. He was very quiet. He had smiled at his daughter but his mouth went back to a thin line. It did not improve when Marinette approached him. If anything, he looked more serious.
“Ah, do you want a coffee or something,” Marinette asked.
“I think we should talk first,” he said softly.
She wanted to make tea. She wanted something to do with her hands. The tea making process was calming for her. Also, she had tea that was specifically calming and she really wanted to be more calm right now. Instead, she sat on her couch stiffly. She loved how cozy this couch was. She could relax right into it and it felt like a hug. But she sat on the edge of the cushion without relaxing. Roy dropped down on the furthest cushion from her and he sank into it. She didn’t know if he was trying to make her more nervous by appearing so relaxed and disinterested but it was working.
“I know you have reason to be upset with my methods, I’m not very proud of it but it is important that you are aware of something that happened.”
“I’m not upset with you, Marinette,” he pushed himself up and leaned forward. She thought he may have stopped himself from reaching out and taking her hand. “I thought you might be upset with me. We are overdue for a talk and clearing the air but I have been putting it off.”
She bit her lip and nodded. When it came to it, she still had to force herself to say the words but she couldn’t look at him when she spoke.
“I think this might be related but it is likely more urgent. I didn’t want to correct Lian in front of all her friends and I didn’t know if you were out so I kept quiet, but Lian told everyone that you and I were getting married.”
Relief covered Roy’s face and he laughed as he relaxed back into the couch.
“Sorry, I’m just so relieved that you aren’t upset by that,” he said, getting the laughing under control. “She has said that a few times and I have done my best to set the record straight but she has a habit of bringing it up at the most inopportune times when it isn’t easy to correct her immediately.”
“That seems to fit the circumstances,” Marinette said. “What a superpower to have.”
Lian chose that moment to climb over the back of the couch and tumble between them.
“Who has super powers?”
Marinette laughed but didn’t mind the interruption. She didn’t want to bring up the fiancé he had never mentioned to her again. That would just be one of those things they would continue ignoring to keep the peace like this kiss they had shared. She just let the relief from his reaction wash over her.
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Roy wished Lian hadn’t interrupted; he should have worked harder to make their conversation happen when Lian wasn't around. She had broken the tension between them, but he had such a bad feeling about her situation that he wanted to let her know he was there for her. It was possible she would only see him as trying to interfere because he was interested in her and maybe that was partially accurate. He would never intentionally let someone be in a bad romantic situation if they wanted to be out of it but he didn’t think he would have noticed if they hadn’t gotten close.
He tried to be friendly when he saw them out today. It seemed like she may have told her boyfriend about Roy but he didn’t know how much she had said. The other man definitely seemed to not like him. He didn’t see him frequently but every time he felt like the man was watching him or trying to get a reaction. Marinette didn’t seem impressed with that behavior but he didn’t seem to care. Roy just chose to act as if he didn't notice most of the time. But today, the man had been behind her and while he was glaring, Roy smiled and waved at Marinette. She waved back but dropped her hand quickly and touched the ring on her other hand.
He tried not to cringe as they turned away, the man's hand at her hip guiding her in the new direction. He had been out as Arsenal quite a bit more since the guy had shown up but he hadn’t seen anything suspicious so he might have to give that up. He didn't want to admit it, but Jason was probably right; he was just jealous of him. He had been interested but he hadn’t made a move. But he still couldn't get their initial meeting in the diner out of his head. She didn’t seem like she wanted to be around him then. But now he was there with her. He needed a chance to catch her alone so he could ask about it, but even then he didn’t know what he should say.
He told himself when he didn’t ask her out before it was because he was focused on Lian, so that is what he continued to do. It would be perhaps easier if she weren’t so focused on Marinette. She would often tell him how people at school wanted to know more about her. He had never known how to correct the mass belief that they were engaged. The teachers always seemed a bit busy at pick up and drop off time so it was just whoever happened to be there at the same time as him. The other parents at drop off and pick up were friendly but not chatty with the exception of Ada. He had learned her name but he preferred not to have much contact with her. He had seen her talking to Lian a couple of times and trying to get information about his relationship but the source was not providing the information she wished.
“Daddy!” Lian cried out when she saw him. She reached up for a hug and he lifted her to his hip. “She said it was perfect picnic weather this weekend and that we are going on a picnic with Marinette.”
“That sounds like fun. But I’m not too sure about a picnic,” he continued quickly before her face fully lost its smile. “A picnic requires kites so we would have to make sure we found the best kites to do that.”
“Oh, can mine have a dragon? It will fly like a dragon and Marinette can have a butterfly because they are pretty like her, don’t you think.”
He signed the paper to sign her out for the day and turned away. He had decided it wasn’t rude to just not address the other parent as none of the other parents were greeting the rest. He could be in and out in a few minutes without the chat and that seemed to be the norm.
“That she is,” he said with a smile. Lian hugged him tightly when he agreed with her. “I don’t know what kind of kite I should get. Will you help me find one?”
“Oh yes. I will show you the best ones but it won’t be better than mine.”
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She was getting desperate. She hadn’t found anything in her books that would help her remove the ring. She could feel it working sometimes at a low level. Like she could feel a pull from Adrien on the other end. Some days it was far less pronounced but if that continued for a few days it would be overwhelming and she had to force herself to not follow it. It was exhausting, like a constant fight to keep it at bay. She kept trying to recreate what had happened that loosened it but she wasn’t sure of what had done it. She needed to do so many things today but it nearly felt like she had a cold because of the constant pull. She laid down after lunch and tried to rest as much as possible.
Her dreams felt carefree. She was in Paris and smiling in the sun. The streets were empty and she felt larger than life as she skipped and danced along. She was as tall as the small trees that lined the walking path. In the back of her mind, she was confused by what brought her back here but she wasn’t concerned at all.
She was even happier when she made it to the Agreste mansion. There were no people there either but the size reflected her current size. It was far larger than normal compared to outside. She rushed up the steps to Adrien’s bedroom and opened the door. Everything was bright around and she could seem him waiting for her and smiling in front of the faceless crowd of people.
“Our choices in life may have caused us to be separated, but in the end, the threads of fate will lead us to our destiny.”
Adrien’s voice repeated what he had written in the letter he left when he visited. The last time he had been near her while she was sleeping, when he had adorned her hand with the ring. Her panic at seeing herself in a wedding dress was in opposition to how happy she felt as she walked towards him. He reached out his hand and when she reached forward, she could see the ring on her hand matching the glowing one on his own finger.
She took a step back and her ears filled with static. Something was pushing against her back, keeping her from running away. He reached further and took her hand. She could feel the heat running up her arm as they connected. She tried to pull away but he wouldn’t let her. The glow followed the heat and it was covering her. It was trapping the panic inside.
The words repeated but they weren't coming from him. They were echoing through the entire room but distorted like a record that was warped. “Our choices in life may have caused us to be separated, but in the end, the threads of fate will lead us to our destiny.”
She was thrashing around but it was all in her head. She couldn’t move or do anything to get away from him. As they were both fully covered up to their shoulders in the glow, he leaned forward to seal the bond. She tried to force away the happy feeling that didn't fit with the panic. She couldn’t let this happen. There had to be a way to fight it, but she was too drained after pushing against the magic for days. It had taken over as she relaxed into sleep and there was nothing she could do while asleep.
She gasped awake at a knock on the door. The covers were twisted around her and she was covered in sweat. She had only been able to pull away after remembering to wake up with the help of the knocking. She tried to push her hair back to a manageable appearance before she went to the door.
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Roy was not prepared to see her looking like this. She was adorable and perfect but clearly had been sleeping during the afternoon. Her hair was all over and her clothes were not laying quite right. He probably should have called first but Lian wanted it to be a surprise. He should have pushed harder but it wasn’t easy to explain how different it was to get a surprise as an adult. Children were full of wonder and didn’t always see how it could be different for others.
“Marinette, we are going on a picnic and flying kites,” she exclaimed.
“That sounds fun. I bet the weather is perfect for it.”
“We can go now. Daddy said the wind was best for kites right now.” she reached out for Marinette’s hand “We got you a ladybug kite because they didn’t have a butterfly.”
Marinette looked down at herself and then reached up to touch her hair. Roy broke in before Lian could push too much. He pulled his daughter back a little bit and crouched to her level.
“Remember Lian, we are only asking if she is available to come right now.” He looked up at Marinette with understanding. “We talked about how if we wanted it to be a surprise then we would risk her not being available.”
Her lip stuck out a bit and she took a breath. “Would you like to go on a picnic now?” She paused and thought through the script they had worked on. Her eyes were pleading for agreement. “If you can’t come now we will have your schedule later.”
It wasn’t quite how they had worked on it, but he knew she would understand. He still hoped she would want to come now. He enjoyed seeing her and he knew that Lian would be pretty disappointed if she couldn’t come even if he had warned her that it was a possibility. He probably should have warned Marinette anyway. Lian was so set on the surprise but he didn’t think about how Marinette might feel trapped if she didn’t want to join her.
“Hmm. I do love picnics but I would need a few minutes to get ready for an outing. Do you think the weather will wait?”
“Oh, it will! Daddy please say we can wait for her. I really want her to be on the picnic too.”
Within a few minutes, they were all ready to head out the door. He was only slightly disappointed that his neighbor had fixed her hair. It probably wasn’t good for him to want to see her hair like she just woke up. She looked beautiful just as she was now too. Lian was delighted that she had changed into an outfit that was similar to hers. When they reached the park, she started tugging on Marinette’s hand so they could find the best place to set up. It was early in the season and closer to late afternoon so there were not many people eating outside and those who had were closer to finishing rather than just getting started, probably trying to avoid the dropping temperatures as night would fall.
Marinette looked back at him for his nod of approval before she started shaking out the blanket on the ground. Lian laid across it as soon as it was spread out and took away any opportunity to adjust it. Marinette just laughed and sat near her while Roy set down the bag of food. Lian had insisted that they needed a basket for a picnic but he didn’t have one and wasn’t sure where they were even sold. She had given in and allowed for a sturdy bag. She seemed fine with it now. She climbed onto Marinette’s lap and was trying to reach to help him get to the food. She wanted to make sure Marinette knew everything that she had picked, much of it specifically for her.
He sat himself on the other side of the blanket but he wished he could have put himself closer. They were cuddling up and he loved watching them together. He knew from experience it wasn’t easy to eat with a wiggling child on your lap but she managed it without complaint. Which was good because as soon as Lian had decided she was done eating, she declared that it was time to fly kites. Honestly, she was more of a hindrance when it came to putting the kites together but she was trying really hard. He wondered if he should even bother putting one together for himself. He expected he would be spending most of his time helping her get her dragon to fly.
It ended up being much how he imagined. His kite sat to the side while he and Marinette passed the other two kites back and forth, trying to keep them in the air. Lian ran off for a bit while they struggled and returned with flowers once they finally had both kites flying steadily. She was excited to take over with her dragon. He handed it over carefully, leaving his hands on for a time so he could demonstrate how to keep it catching the wind. Unfortunately, Lian didn’t want help and she pulled it away to do it herself.
The dragon veered off and she pulled at the string to fix it. Roy reached out to take the spool back from her but she ran away from him. By the time she turned back to fix it, it was making wide loops and threatening to come crashing down.
“Pull on the string Lian. It needs to catch the wind.”
“I’m doing it. It's mine.”
He watched her pull at it but there was far too much slack for it to work without a lot of adjusting. Marinette tried to offer to trade so both could stay in the air, but she pulled away from her too. The wind picked up a bit and caught the dragon. Marinette turned back to the ladybug to adjust for the change and then to veer away from the dragon as it wildly whipped across the sky. Lian got frustrated and let go of the cord. Roy tried to help her as she dropped to the ground and also catch the kite string but he missed it. He focused on trying to comfort Lian. The dragon didn’t fly away as he feared. It crashed right into the ladybug and they both careened to the ground.
He started putting things back in the bag while still holding her. Marinette showed back up about the time he finished with both kites wrapped up and their cords separated. She helped carry the bags since he had his arms full with Lian. She was looking very tired and laid her head against his shoulder while he and Marinette started the walk home. Suddenly she popped her head up and looked over his shoulder. He turned to see what caught her attention. Marinette was a few steps behind and she looked behind her to see what had their attention.
“The sunset is really pretty today,” she said. “I love when you can see the moon when it is still light out," Marinette said.
That was not what was getting Lian’s attention. She was watching a couple taking photos against the sunset. It would probably turn out perfect the way they were silhouetted against the sunset with the moon overhead. They leaned in for a kiss.
“How come you guys never kiss?”
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Fearless
Cruel Summer Masterlist
Monza 2025
Lyanna felt like she was about to throw up. She loved watching Charles racing. She loved watching him being happy. Bu she didn’t like the unnecessary risks he was taking. She knew it was Monza, a track that he loved because of the love of the Tifosi. She knew he wanted to make them proud. But fighting, almost going of the track and keep on doing it, she hated it. Sitting beside Arthur, who was taking care of a little over one year old Julia, who was smiling at him, Lyanna was bitting her nails until blood started to appear and it started to hurt. And she was not the only one feeling anxious, the whole garage was too. Charles was fighting with Alex Albon, who started his first year as Charles teammate. They were respectively P2 and P3 and even if a podium was secured for the both of them, Charles’ ego wanted to be in front of Alex for Ferrari’s home race.
Lyanna gasped when she saw both of the Ferrari blocking their wheels at the same time in the first corner, during their final lap. And she could swore that she heard Fred screaming a “Fuck those kids” from the pit wall. When they finally crossed the checkered flag she had mixed feelings. She was super proud of her soon to be husband and at the same time mad at him because of the risks he took.
The podiums celebrations were always something nice to watch and reminded her some of the best moments of their relationship. And for a brief second she forget her anger. But then she saw some actions that were replaying on the giant screens and she remembered why she was mad in the first place.
She heard the journalists and the screams of the Tifosi before seeing Charles. He had a proud smile on his face and was drenched in champagne. He was so happy. His eyes were lighting up everytime they were crossing Tifosi’s ones. Especially young kids that looked at him as if he was a superhero. When he finally arrived to his garage, his eyes locked up with his fiancée’s and a bigger smile played on his lips. And like their first time here, it was as if the world around him disappeared to let them be the only one in the room. He took her in his arms, spinning her around, a hand around her waist and the other on her cheek as he put his forehead against hers.
“I don’t know if I want to kiss you or to smack you because you were reckless today.”
“Hopefully the first option.” he replied playfully as he leaned in to kiss her.
He tasted like champagne and happiness. She deepened the kiss as she could hear and see behind her closed eyelids the flashes of the cameras. But she didn’t care. All that mattered was that he was safe and in her arms.
“How is my princess?”
“With Arthur. I was thinking he could watch over her tonight, so we could have time just for us.”
“I like what you are implying… does that mean that you are my podium trophy for tonight?” he whispered in her ear.
“It could have been if you hadn’t been so stupid on the tracks!” she said slapping slightly his chest under the amused gaze of Fred who was witnessing the scene.
“Come on Lya, don’t be like that!”
He called out to her as she was walking away towards his driver room. Like a lost puppy, he followed her.
“See Charles, I went though every single one of the vintage shops in Milan in hope of finding a Ferrari jacket. I even went as far as buying a new red lingerie set because I knew that you would make a good result and I had this whole show planned just for you…” she started, earning a dreamy smirk from the Ferrari’s driver.
“I like what you planned.”
“Well that was before you decided to be this reckless and stupid!”
She was fuming and Charles couldn’t help but laugh. She was cute, a strand of hair escaped her ponytail and it took everything in him to resist the urge to brush it off of her face. Her cheeks were red, his favourite color on her and her eyes were glossy. He tried really hard, knowing that when his fiancée was mad it was no use to try to soften her, until he couldn’t resist anymore. He took her face in between his hands and forced her to look at him.
“I always make the promise to be fast and to come back to you. And I intend to keep that promise. Always.”
“It’s just… you have Julia now and… and what if something happens to you? I… I can’t imagine myself raising her on my own. I can’t do that.” she was crying now and it broke Charles’ heart.
“You won’t have to. I promise you. I’m sorry if I scared you.”
“I’m stupid. I know I shouldn’t cry…
“It’s me who should be sorry to make you cry. But it was a fun race.”
She looked up to him and his soft smile disappeared.
“Do you really think it was fun to give almost everyone a heart attack at each turn? Take the time to think about your next answer because it will determine if whether or not you sleep on the couch tonight.”
Charles gulped.
“No? It was not fun?”
“I feel hesitation in your voice….”
“No! Not at all!”
“Oh gosh, I hate you sometimes!” she sighed.
“No. No you love me and that’s why you are marrying me.”
“I’m started to reconsider it.”
“Then maybe I should remind you why you love me so much.”
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Author's note: That was soooo unplanned but after today's race I was really inspired. And I miss Lyanna and Charles.😭
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Do you think that after DADT Ron would take Chris as his plus one to like Navy balls and take him and Jake to family day on base and stuff like that? Cause all I can picture is big tough admiral Ron being accompanied by a slightly feral blonde who takes no shit from military people
Oh he absolutely would.
He takes any opportunity to show his husband and kid off. He brought Jake around when he was little because he looked enough like Ron that no one would ever question anything.
That being said here’s the first time since DADT is repealed that he gets to take Chris to something super fancy.
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Chris is leaning against the bar, he’s playing with his engagement ring. Chris can’t help but be nervous. He knows Ron doesn’t care what people think. He knows that. Ron has never cared. Would’ve been holding Chris’s hand the entire time if he could’ve safely.
It’s been two months since DADT can’t hurt them anymore.
Apparently Tom had kissed Mav in the middle of the pentagon.
Chris called Jake crying. Ron came home and asked him to put his gold ring back on his hand.
Chris feels a hand slide across the bottom of his back, “baby come on. I wanna show you off.” Chris turns, he takes Ron’s hand, “you sure?” Ron glances around, he bends and kisses Chris. There’s a few quiet gasps.
Chris squeezes Ron’s hand. He pulls away before Ron keeps kissing him to prove a point. “Okay. I’ll be your trophy wife.”
Ron laughs. He kisses Chris’s cheek, “baby you’re the best trophy I’ve ever won.” “I’m telling Tom that.” “Go ahead he knows his place in this relationship.”
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“Ah Admiral Lawrence, lovely to see you again, let me introduce my fiancé Chris.”
Chris grins when he sees the man’s smile drop a little. “I’ve heard so much it’s great to put a face to the name Mr Lawrence.”
He can see Ron’s grin starting up from the ‘Mr’ Chris knows damn well he’s supposed to use titles. He doesn’t call anyone their titles besides Tommy and Ron.
“Can’t say the same for you Mr..?”
“Seresin.”
The man blinks. “As in Jake Hangman Seresin?”
Ron smiles, “ah Mike you should now, know that’s our son. We can’t be more proud.”
Chris grins and slides his arms around Ron’s waist, he blinks up at him. “Baby I wanna find Tom and Mav.”
Mike stares at them. “I’m really not sure this is appropriate behavior sir.” Chris slowly turns to look at him, he looks the man up and down. “I saw your wife basically hump your leg earlier I don’t want to hear it from you.”
Ron laughs. He can’t help it. These are about to be so much more entertaining now that Chris can come with him. “Watch yourself admiral, I don’t like that tone with my fiancé.”
Ron pulls Chris away before he can say anything else to the man.
“You’re evil god I love you.”
Chris grins, “I can’t wait to get you out of that suit, you’re killing me baby.”
They’re over by the bar when Tom and Mav find them. “Chris! You look fabulous at one of these things!”
Chris hugs Mav, “can’t believe we actually get to watch our fiancés.”
A photographer comes over to them, “sir’s? May I take your photo with your partners?” Tom smiles at the girl. “Sure, want us just standing here or the highlight of the night?”
She blinks at him, “whatever you want?”
Tom pulls Mav over and kisses him, Ron grins and pulls Chris to him. They hear the flash go off. “Thank you all so much I hope you are very happy.”
“Thank you so much, can you have those send to their office?” She blushes at Chris, “of course sir.”
Ron leans over and says something to Tom, it causes the man to grin. “Come on boys let’s get outta here. We’re going to dinner and then home.”
They’ve danced plenty and talked to all the important people that’s required. They’re gonna go out, get some dinner then split up to their respective houses. The four of them might be close but they aren’t quite foursome close.
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Amorousness: Prologue
· November 2016 ·
120 SECONDS.
The harsh October wind causes goosebumps up my legs as the floodlights drown the stadium in brightness. The buzz of the crowd is electric as extra time ticks down. Miller to Henderson, the ball shoots along the wing, across to Bird, she makes to shoot.
60 SECONDS.
Gone from her feet, the ball is back on the move. Red, white, and yellow blurs across the pitch as the players move towards me.
45 SECONDS.
On the right. Over to the left. Straight down the middle.
20 SECONDS.
The balls in the air; flying, flying. Over to the right; I'm leaping. Flying, flying.
15 SECONDS.
Ball hits glove. It's powered back to the pitch. The next chip is made.
6 SECONDS.
Ball and gloves reunite. This time a catch.
3 SECONDS... 2 SECONDS... 1 SECOND...
The whistle blows.
The white noise of the crowd is immediately gone. Cheers, screams, and shouts echo across the pitch. My teammates bombard me. We've done it! Tears spring to my eyes, and I drop to my knees.
WE'VE DONE IT!
Sheffield United W.F.C. are the official 2016 Women's Super League 2 Champions!
All the emotions that flood my body as the whistle blows overwhelm me to the point my knees give out and tears begin streaming down my face. I feel pressure on my back as my teammates, my friends, begin my final dogpile of Sheffield United.
"WE DID IT! We did it! You did it! You absolute legend Brighty! What a save!" The shouts in my ears come from my football bestie, Avery Bird. With a breathy laugh, I bring myself back to reality. Continuing my laughter I spin onto my back, knocking the ball out of my hands, I tug Ave into my arms. "We just did that! What on earth? How? What?" My disbelief is expressed through my giggles as we squeal at each other before rolling apart.
Leaping to my feet, I go and hug all my teammates for the last time before we're herded in to collect our medals. After many hugs, handshakes, and trophy cheering we split off to celebrate with our families and friends off the pitch.
Tucking my gloves into the waistband of my shorts I'm tackled into my hardest hug of the night. Wrapping my arms up I breathe in the sweetness of my sister's perfume, the scent immediately easing my mind. "I am so, so proud of you Dottie! You're a star!"
Pulling away from each other I'm instantly brought into more arms. Mum pulls me into my biggest cuddle of the night and her sobs of pride encourage my glossy eyes to begin leaking again. "Oh, darling! I'm so proud of you baby, such an incredible save as well! You saved that game, well done hun!" With a kiss on my head, a tight bear grip joins the hug and I hear my dad's gruff voice, "amazing baby girl! Truly amazing! I'm so proud of you!"
The final family members to congratulate me are my big brother, Billie, and his fiancé, Beatrice. "You did good kid! Well done!" He grins while ruffling my hair, as Bea hands me a bouquet, all varying shades of red and white, a meaningful Sheffield tribute that earns her a one-armed hug.
Pulling back I send a punch to my older brother's arm before wiping my sleeve across my face to clear the tear tracks. "I cannot believe that was it," I breathe, "my final United game and I end with the ball in hand? How often does that happen to anyone!" My breathy disbelief quickly turns to overenthusiastic chatter.
"It was incredible Dots! The way you bounced back after the first dive as well! Incredible pace." Dad compliments. Millie and Billie began discussing the details of the game tossing compliments everywhere but before I can focus on the words they were saying I hear the call of my name.
"Brighty! Brighty!" "Come sign my shirt Ollie!" "Oh-Em-Gee! Ollie Bright! Oh my gosh! I can't believe it!" Spinning around I spot my oldest friend, Bodhi, with his curly blonde hair tucked away under a beanie, blue eyes gleaming bright, and my other best friend, Oakley, bright red hair whipping in the wind as they shout from the stands - obviously not daring to jump the barrier as my family had. Rolling my eyes and grinning brightly I wave and head over to the blockade to pull my two best friends into half hugs over the bar. "Shut up, you dingbats!" I chuckle.
"For real Olls! This'll be worth a LOT when you're on you're a Lioness, girl!" Bodhi hypes me up mockingly. "Shut up dude, I'm barely a league player yet!"
"You will be though! We all know it Dots!" Billie pops into the conversation, as my siblings join the group. "Nah, nah. That's all Mills!" I reply, reminding everyone of the pride I hold for my big sister's first Senior England cap earlier this year. "We'll be out there together one day Dottie, stop being so humble," the girl herself nudges me.
"Yeah, well this guy will be away surfing in the tropics by the time it comes around. Won't even make a game," I throw back, as I tease the younger boy. "Well, I'll be at every single one of them! Be all over your socials with all my pics, I will." Oakley, my photography-obsessed friend, jumps into the conversation. "I'll hold you to that ya know," I point at her as my dad's arm drops over my shoulder.
"Right, ready to head out?"
"And you're sure you've got everything, Dottie? Toothbrush? Football boots? PJ's?" Mum frets about, checking my belongings through all the car windows as she spoke to me, "oh! Mr Ted! You mustn't forget Mr Ted! Are you sure you have him?"
After our traditional post-match meal and catch up at our local pub, The White Knight. Friends and family gathered back at the Bright household as it was time for me to make my leave. Although I had already experienced my fair share of emotional goodbyes as Billie and Bea had to head out early to meet Bea's brother for birthday drinks.
"Yes, mum!" I sigh, "I promise I have everything! And anything I don't we can pick up when we're back for Christmas, all right?" I enforce, pulling her into a hug. "Oh darling," She sighs, a tear slipping down her cheek, "you'll call, won't you? Dad didn't get you that fancy phone as a leaving present for nothing." Emotions are high, with her youngest child leaving the nest it's understandable. "Yes, mum. I promise!"
"Leave off Nicki, she's a big girl and she's got Mills looking after her too remember!" Dad's gentle hand on mum's shoulder encourages her final tight squeeze before she pulls back. "You're right, you're right. Millie dear! You'll take good care of your sister, won't you?" Her volume dips as she moves to fret over her eldest child. That is Mum's best way to deal with her sadness, by worrying and caring for everyone else.
Being left with Dad we both shake our heads at her antics as we watch her walk away, "we'll all miss you Ottie-Dots. But we're so, so proud of everything you've achieved; everything we know you'll achieve." Looking up, his face has dropped from the last time I'd glanced at him. "Pops," I whisper with a frown, pulling him into a tight hug. "Oh baby girl, it's going to be so quiet around here without you," he frowns.
"Hey," I nudge him, "what happened to me being a big girl, ay?" I gain a chuckle as his eyes weep ever so slightly before he pulls away and wipes at them. "You'll enjoy the peace after dealing with your tornado child for 16 years," I add.
Nudging me back with a grin he jokes, "tornado child is certainly right! Within a week we'll be missing your god-awful shower karaoke and having to swat at you for sitting on the counters though." We laugh with each other before he nods across to where Bodhi, Oakley, and Ave are standing with their heads down, chatting in low tones, "you should go, say goodbye." With a slow nod, I agree and walk towards my little ragtag group of best friends.
"You guys plotting all the laughs you're gonna have now I'm leaving?" The sarcasm leaves me before I can control it as I join my group. Ave has tears silently streaming down her cheeks and shakes her head at me, despite being the oldest she's certainly the most emotional. "I can't even joke with you right now Olls, I can't believe I'm admitting to missing you," Bodhi speaks, as he raises his head and I see a storm in his, usually bright, blue eyes. "We love you so much Olls. It's not gonna be the same playing without you." Ave is the next to speak, latching herself onto my neck. Being the youngest on the team I was terrified of the idea of making friends, but at my first practice, Avery approached me with a smile and asked to be partners. Despite being two years older than me we immediately clicked and she never made me feel worse for being young. Never got jealous over the fact I'd signed for a bigger team either, not like some of the older women.
"We have something for you though," Oakley begins, "it's nothing much, you know we're all strapped for cash. But just so you don't forget us." A sob is brewing in her throat as she finishes and from the bag at her feet, she produces a scrapbook. ’Scruffy + his girls' scrawled across the front in, what is obviously, Bodhi's awful attempt at bubble writing. "Aww, guys! You didn't have to! Thank you! I'd never forget you guys though." I blink back my tears as I inspect the cover page and hug Oakley in thanks. My friendship with Oakley started in year 7 at Eckington Secondary. We were in the same form group and our surnames came next to each other on the register, Bright and Connell, we sat next to each other in every seating plan in every single class and quickly became joint at the hip after, bonding over our dislike of ketchup in history.
"Okay, my turn," Bodhi demands, snatching me close as I bury my face into his neck, trying to store his classic scent of sandalwood with a hint of coconut in my memories. Being neighbours since birth there have been very few days where I haven't been able to wander into the Strike's garden and climb the treehouse outside his window to ask if he wants to play football, trade Match Attax's or beg him to teach me to skateboard. But also, climb through and ask for a cuddle on a tough day, or rant out all my frustrations over a game of Fifa where he’d give surprisingly good advice. "You make me a promise Dots?" He mutters into my hair. "What?" I whisper. "Don't be lonely, yeah?" He pulls away, holding me at arms-length, "make some friends at your new school, on the team! Wherever you end up. Heck! Maybe get a boyfriend," he exasperates, "or girlfriend - if you swing that way?" He then adds with a cheeky wink, classic Bodhi.
"I promise I will not be a sad, lonely, slob Bodes," I joke, "but you know as well as anyone my love life is non-existent and very likely to stay that way." With a solemn nod and a flash of hurt in his eyes, he nods in realisation.
"I love you and I will miss you all, you're gonna get sick of how much I'm calling you," I announce as I back away from my friends and over to Millie.
"You ready to go kiddo?" She asks, pulling me into her side and glancing down at me. "As I'll ever be," I nod, before taking a step away and around the car. I pull my parents in for a final hug, telling each that I love and will miss them.
After my final goodbye, I climb into the car, pulling the seatbelt across my body. Millie also bids our parents goodbye and joins me in her car, turning on the engine, the heating and the radio she glances at me before reversing out of the drive. I wave to everyone standing under the streetlamps, even Bodhi's parents standing in their open doorway.
Glancing down at the scrapbook in my lap I finally let a tear fall, landing and dissolving into the blue card across the front.
"Chelsea, here we come."
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When Love Last Part 1
Summary: When Yasmin gets a new job in the biggest company in the city she falls for her hot boss
Parings: GabexMC
Yasmin woke up to the sunlight in her face she yawned and stretched before standing up. She quickly brushed her teeth and looked through her closet. She sighs “Liz! Do you have anything I don’t know what to wear”
Her best friend and roommate Liz came out with a clothing bag grinning “You’re in luck I just picked this up”
Yasmin unzips the bag and checks out the suit and grins “Wow you have the magic touch”
“Why thank you I’m proud of it my friend now get dressed and show your new boss that own this job”
Yasmin laughs “Oh I will”
She quickly changes into her suit then heads to her car. She pulls up in front of a large office building “Well here we are still can’t believe they hired me I can’t wait to get started” She quickly walks into the building and takes the elevator to her floor. She walks to the secretary desk
“Hi my names Yasmin I’m starting here today”
The secretary nods “You can go right into his office Mr. Ricci is expecting you”
“Mr. Ricci? But I thought I was working under”
“Ms. Hamilton? Well yes you are but Mr. Ricci wants to know all the employees he hires”
“Oh ok I’ll go see him then”
Yasmin walks down the hall This is the first time meeting the CEO I’m so nervous hope I don’t screw this up Yasmin approaches the office doors and knocks
“Come in”
Yasmin pushes open the doors and her eyes marvel at the guy sitting at the desk talking to two other people. She looks him up and down to his muscular features and chiseled face
He nods “Ms. Jackson come in” He turns to the other two men “Let’s continue this later” The men nod then leave the room “Please have a seat” Yasmin sits down “You’re probably wondering why I called you in here”
“The secretary explained it to me she said you want to know all your employees?”
He nods “That’s right I wanna make sure I can trust everyone I hire”
“Well I’m very trustworthy Mr. Ricci”
“Please call me Gabe and I can tell” He picks up a folder “Your resume is very impressive”
“Well I’m a hard worker I make sure I get the job done”
“Good cause I need that confidence on my team” He smiles “Now you’ll start off as my office assistant and we’ll work our way from there sounds good”
Yasmin stands “Sounds perfect thank you”
“You’re welcome now I’ll show you to your office” Gabe leads her across the hallway to an small office “You’ll be right always good to be close by so I don’t have to go looking for you I’ll let you get settled in” He leaves walking to his office
Yasmin walks into her office and organizes her papers then she pulls out her phone
Hey girl
Hey how’s your first day?
It’s going good so far the boss wanted to personally meet with me
Oh really how did that go
Went well and ngl he’s super cute
Ooooh does someone have an office crush?
What? He’s my boss
Doesn’t mean he can’t be eye candy or something more
Stop that he’s probably married
Did you ask?
No that’s not my business
Guess it’s time for me to be an internet sleuth give me ten minutes
Oh boy
Yasmin sighs “I regret telling her nosey self”
Her phone buzzes
Nope no wife, girlfriend or fiancé
You can’t believe everything on the internet he probably keeps it private
So on a scale of 1 to 10 how hot is he
Liz…
Tellllll meeee
Above 10
Oooooh I agree with you he’s fine
I’m ignoring you now
Nooooo give me more deets
Bye Liz
Yasmin giggles as she gets started on the work Gabe sent over but as she works she blushes I can’t really date him but hey eye candy is the best
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Helen Flanagan is having an early night in Ibiza as she reveals the hideous reason she decided to leave a club #HelenFlanagan
Helen Flanagan has poked fun at herself for having an early Saturday night home while on holiday in Ibiza. The 32-year-old actress revealed she went to a club before returning home after just 10 minutes because she "farted". She took to her Instagram Stories to share a stunning selfie of herself sitting in bed wearing cute floral pajamas. The soap star was still sporting the glamorous makeup from her evening and her neatly curled hairdo. Captioning the snap, Helen joked, "Me: I'll be wild in Ibiza - in bed at 11pm on a Saturday night with a hot chocolate."
Relaxed: Helen Flanagan has poked fun at herself for having an early Saturday night home while on holiday in Ibiza
Gross: The 32-year-old actress revealed that she went to a club before returning home after just 10 minutes because she had "fart". She later revealed to her followers in another Instagram post why she canceled the evening. Helen shared a video of her posing in a stunning sparkly crop top and matching sheer skirt that shows off her luscious assets and toned stomach. She exaggeratedly explained, "I spent 10 minutes in this club and place I went to, got into the most disgusting stinky fart and just said to @makeupbyashley lets go home," followed by a series of laughing, crying emoji. The hilarious update comes after Helen openly revealed she now feels empowered as a single mother of three after working on "self-love" for the past few months. The former Coronation Street star - who split from football fiancé Scott Sinclair last year after 13 years together - showed off her newfound confidence as she modeled a row of skimpy bikinis from her new Moda Minx swimwear collection. The blonde bombshell proved to be her best advertisement, sharing an Instagram video of her wearing swimsuits with the caption: "So proud of my @modaminx edit, as a mother of three, it really empowered me to do this." to do.” This year I've really tried to work on my confidence and self-love. "I've always loved @modaminx as a brand so it's a really natural collaboration." @modaminx celebrates all women and all body types. The one-pieces and bikinis are always super flattering and make you feel great It's a girls vacation, a romantic getaway, or a family vacation. In the video, the actress - who has children Matilda, seven), Delilah, five, and Charlie, two, with her ex Scott, showcased her toned abs and recent breast augmentation in pastel two-piece suits and a plunging, belted swimsuit. The I'm a Celebrity South Africa star turned heads, exuding confidence and appearing relaxed in front of the camera. The reality star beamed broadly and showed off her angles while posing poolside for her tropical shoot. The post comes after Helen revealed the mutual parenting "compromise" she struck with her ex-fiancé following their shocking split last year. When it came to their eldest daughter wanting TikTok, the former couple reached an agreement on how to manage co-parenting. In an exclusive interview with MailOnline, she revealed that they've decided to let Matilda create a YouTube account instead - and that the content will be available very soon. She made the comments while promoting NickWatch, a new kids' smartwatch from Nickelodeon, which she claimed her kids are "obsessed with." Helen explained, "My kids always ask me, 'Oh, mommy can have a phone?' all the time and 'Can I have a phone?'" "And most importantly, my eldest always asks me, 'Mom, I want TikTok. I want TikTok. I took her on vacation recently and that's all she talks about."
Opening up: This comes after Helen openly revealed that she now feels empowered as a single mother of three after working on "self-love" over the past few months Helen continued, "But obviously I'm not ready for my kids to have social media by the age of eight." "But that's really cool, actually the NickWatch because they feel like they're grown up because they can message you and send you voice memos." "They can call you and have loads of fun games and lots of things to do without having social media." And the watch also has a GPS tracker, which is also really cool and a nice convenience for parents." Helen has a million followers on Instagram and explained that Matilda would like to follow in her famous mother's footsteps as an influencer. She continued, "I was 24 when I had Matilda." I'm 32 now. My little girl is almost eight. And of course I'm an actress, but I also work on social media, so that's pretty much all she knows. "Mom has always been on social media as part of my job and sometimes I feel a little guilty because she always wants TikTok and all that, but I'm just not ready for that." I feel like she's too young you know It's a difficult question.
Ex-partner: Helen recently revealed the mutual parenting 'compromise' she struck with ex-fiancé Scott after their shocking split last year "I think maybe when they go to high school, right? I think everything changes a bit when they go to secondary school, I think in elementary school you can kind of control things. "That's a tough question because you don't want them to feel left out of their friends." Me and her dad, we're common parents and said she could have her own YouTube channel. "So we kind of compromised there." I have to start it though. She will absolutely love it.' When asked what kind of content fans can expect, Helen replied, "I'm not entirely sure, but I'm sure she'll tell me." She has a mind of her own. I am sure that she will come up with many ideas.” Read the full article
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She groaned softly at the Wildcat's laughter, in truth it was her own fault. It wasn't as if she took a month to plan things out, and plot a proper trip. In typical Lilac fashion, she grabbed her life savings out of the tree house and followed Merga's trail without thinking it through. Lilac always had a nasty habit of rushing into things head first, without considering the implications or the consequences. It was her one great flaw that she'd likely never out grow no matter how hard she tried. Funny, once upon a time she was the responsible one of the two and Carol was making all the mistakes. How things had changed between them, and yet some things would always be the same.
She just smiled though at least she had Carol to help her out, and she wasn't wrong. Looking across the street there were billboards with Carol's face on them! to think that she had come so far, from thief to hero to celebrity! She was actually kind of proud of Carol for that, she'd really branched out on her own. Found herself a fiancé, a stable job, and even fans to love her. Even in Purusia there were people talking about her and battle sphere was such a big deal! but then Carol had always said one day she'd be the champ! A child hood dream they use to joke a bout! now she'd made it!
" ... Why do i feel like no matter what i say you are gonna take me to the most expensive place in town... "
She knew Carol well enough to know in cases like this she'd splurge if not to show off because, she wanted to take care of her dragon girl. Even if---was it even ok to think of themselves like that still? Part of her thought it wasn't like they wanted to be just how they use to. But was it really the same? She wasn't so sure and it mixed her emotions all up in her head again.
Oh right she had to make sure it was ok with Sonar---was it going to be Okay? did she tell him about there talk? about how she felt toward her? Her eyes turned away as she gave Carol her Privacy. She was still very much battling with these emotions inside of herself. She still loved her, she might always love her. Was staying over like this a good idea knowing how they felt toward each other? Carol chose Sonar but she was acting just how they always had. Was she over thinking it?
she snapped out of her daze as Carol asked her a question and glanced over and smiled and nodded her head.
" Yep! as Merga Put it--- you are all my Distractions... and i missed you all so much! it was effecting our training. No point in wasting her time... guess my home sickness was super obvious to her... "
Milla took a good while to respond though, which had Lilac worried as she squinted at the text. Maybe she was making a potion or, an experiment?
SUPERDOGMILLA: oh! sorry! i was making Lilac a cake! SUPERDOGMILLA: its shaped like her head! and so much frosting! SUPERDOGMILLA: thats a relief! tell her i said hi! don't tell her about the cake i want it to be a surprise! SUPERDOGMILLA: bring her over when you can! SUPERDOGMILLA: i'll fix a big dinner! we can have the cake and some ice cream! it'll be fun! SUPERDOGMILLA: Tell her i miss her and i love you both! see you soon i hope!
Lilac was smiling super bright as she was reading Milla's responses! It made her smile to see how far she'd come, and how independant she was. She might only be 13 or was she 14 now? did she miss her birthday? damn it she had! She'd have to get her something soon when she had some gems!
" Now i kinda just want to go eat my cake! "
She laughed! and placed her hands on her knees and sighed contently.
" seems like everyone has been getting along so well with me gone... its nice to know ... i was worried about everyone. I guess i didn't need to worry... you've all gotten so much stronger in my absence... "
They didn't really need her did they? She really did feel out of place again, her eyes drifting over the city. Maybe she was wrong to come back....maybe she should have stayed. But they were all so happy to see her! that it reminded her how close they all were. She was just over thinking wasn't she? Things could be normal again right? she had to believe that.
" Well if your buying where to next Carol! "
And now why did she light up when Lyli did the possession thing? Like wow she didn't know how much she wanted to hear that until it was actually said.
...It's not like they still couldn't be each other's, right? It's just... not like that. Carol's her Wildcat, and Lyli's her Lyli. Like there's nothing inherently wrong with saying it, right?
Probably!
The feline stretched herself over to stare into her wallet.
...
"PFFFFFFFFFAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, HOLY STONES LYLI, I AIN'T KNEW YOU WERE THAT BROKE!!!!!!"
She really should be laughing at that. She really shouldn't. But holy shit she had NOTHING on her. That's awesome. That's so awesome.
She wrapped an arm around her shoulder again, giving her the cheekiest grin ever.
"You are so lucky I'm a hoarder.
"Stick with me, girl--'cause with how much cash I got, ya ain't gonna be worried for a second about money. The Battlesphere pays pretty damn well if Iun't say so myself, an' I'm like, a total celebrity now." Okay wait no that last bit actually sounded weird to say. She... never really thought herself as that, not really... but it was true, wasn't it? So many people knew her name, especially after she saved the world. So many people loved and adored her, sang her praises, tuned in every single day that they could to watch her on T.V. Hell, even Surge turned out to be a fan of her stuff. That... that's wild. She didn't expect that.
Has she really never taken the time to actually think about her popularity status before now? Shit, she was on billboards!!!!!! She's famous!!!!! And debatably rich!!!!!!
...
What the fuck. WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN?????
IT FELT LIKE JUST YESTERDAY THAT SHE SAVED THE WORLD AGAIN WITH LYLI and Milla and Neera.
...Uhm, wow she's been in thought for a minute there. She does this a lot doesn't she?
Awkward cough, what was she saying?
Oh right!
"Uhm, y-yeah! Stick with me an' you'll be golden!!! I got tons of cash!!!" She digs in her pocket and pulls out a couple gold gems. She does not carry a wallet.
"Think of any hotel ya wanna stay at--literally any at all an' we'll go there. Expensive, cheap, dirty, clean, you--"
...
Oh shit she hasn't told Sonar about any of this has she.
Or... or Milla, for that matter!!!!
Fuck, okay.
"Uhhh... hol' up one sec actually."
Removing her arm from the dragon, she flips out her phone and starts texting. Sonar, first priority. It'd kind of suck if he came back to an empty room, right?
wildcatofgreen: yo sony...
Okay! Easy, that went well.
Now, Milla.
wildcatofgreen: yo mills! whats up! wildcatofgreen: im with lyli rn and she said she's staying longer than just the holidays!!! not like, a forever thing but y'know wildcatofgreen: she said everything's good on her side with stuff i think wildcatofgreen: she aint here 'cause anything BAD happen she just wants 'ta chill
Blinked. Looked over at Lyli again, showing her the phone.
"Like, I got that right, right?"
#wildcatofgreen#Lavender Dragon of Shang Tu#Lilac#Hero of the Battle Sphere#Carol#Emotionally Conflicted#Do i still have a place here?
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High school sweethearts x Billy Hargrove x female reader
7 years after everyone left Hawkins high, Jonathan and Nancy hosted a reunion for the old gang. The last time they saw you was during your rocky relationship with Billy during high school, now 7 years have passed and the question on everyone’s lips is ‘are you two still together?”
Warnings: alcohol, the reader and Billy having a slightly toxic relationship in high school, the starcourt mall incident is mentioned in detail
A/N: I’ve received my first request, I hope that you enjoy it. They requested a fic where Billy and the reader use to fight a lot in high school, there’s a reunion and the reader shows up pregnant and married to Billy, Dustin teases Steve as he used to have a crush on you. I had so much fun writing this. I’m from the U.K. sorry if it sounds overly British in some parts. Apologies for all spelling and grammatical mistakes as I’m super dyslexic, enjoy
Johnathan passed a glass of Chardonnay towards Nancy who was sat on their worn out brown leather couch, deeply engaged in her conversation with Robin.
Robin grew her hair down to her shoulders since she graduated Hawkins high, choosing to run as far away from Hawkins as she possibly could, but on her salary it wasn’t very far. She lived with her girlfriend Vicki in a suburban neighbourhood, with one of those white picket fence and all that other bullshit you see in Hollywood movies, only instead of kids they were the proud parents of a grey tabby cat called Freddy. Their neighbours adored them both, but then again Vicki knew that the way to peoples hearts was through their stomachs and her homemade brownies was a sure hit. Their neighbours claimed that they envied their friendship for they were as close as close can be, which caused Robin to splutter out brownie crumbs over Mrs Robinson’s pearly white table cloth. Robin was glad that she could live out the rest of her days surrounded by the woman she loved, far enough so that her parents don’t catch them two in a compromising position for robin’s parents seriously lacked boundaries, but near enough so she could visit (annoy) Steve.
“Thanks babe” Nancy smiled taking the glass from Jonathan’s hands, placing a tender kiss on his cheek.
The light caught the shiny stone that was placed upon her left hand, it shone brightly on the silver band it was situated upon.
“Jonathan it was about time, you had no idea how many nights I heard Nance complain about the lack of ring on her finger-“ Robin’s words that clearly didn’t pass through the filter that laid between her brain and her mouth, was cut short by Nancy shushing her cringing as her cheeks flushed scarlet red.
“Oh was she now?” He questioned, sitting beside his fiancé placing his arm around her shoulder, smirking as he brought his beer bottle to his lips.
“Erm” Robin stuttered bringing her own beer to her mouth to stop her from landing herself into more hot water.
“This dude” Argyle laughed patting Jonathan too hard on the back that it made his beer slosh around in its bottle, which caused Nancy to momentarily glare at Argyle for the last thing she wanted right now was to scrub out a beer stain from her cream carpet.
“This dude had that pretty little diamond ring kept away in his closet for months, like honestly I’m not even engaged to the beautiful Nance but I was freaking the fuck out, if he wasn’t going to ask her I felt like I should”
“Dude!”
Argyle held his hands up in defence, while Jonathan buried his head within his slightly regretting ask Argyle to be his best man.
Argyle still worked at surfer boy’s pizza but this time he was promoted to manager. Argyle liked a stress free simple life, as long as he had enough money to pay his bills and to buy weed he couldn’t be happier, plus he had access to all the pizza he could eat.
The Byers/ Wheelers high school reunion wasn’t supposed to be about their engagement but when Jonathan took his damn time to pop the question, the events almost intertwined.
“I mean it could be worse, you could be a certain you know who” Robin added swigging her bottle back, she choked on the liquid as she realised what she had just said. Her and her stupid mouth
“Robin!” Nancy hissed at her friend
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Yours and Billy’s relationship throughout high school was rocky to say the least, in fact it was turbulent. You two were both at each other’s throats, it was if you both made a game who would piss each other off the most. The amount of times you both called it quits only to wind up in each other’s beds and arms a few days later, it was nauseating to witness the dizzy game of back and forth between you both.
“Are you fucking kidding me right now!” You screamed, your eyes narrowing capturing Billy in a deathly glare, your nostrils flaring as you tried not to act upon your instinct to punch him right in his fucking perfect face
The cheerleader who was momentarily against his side scurried off not wanting to be caught in the crossfire of your fiery argument.
“It’s not what you think princess”
“Oh really? Then enlighten me Billy, why the fuck was Sophie just hanging off your arm!” You spat glaring daggers into his skin.
“You’re being over dramatic princess-“
“Oh I’m being over dramatic! Fuck you Billy we’re over!” You shrieked throwing the necklace that he brought you on your one year anniversary at his feet. You turned your back to him with tears burning at your eyes threatening to spill.
Robin placed her arm around you dragging you away before you did something you’d regret, but she wouldn’t of blamed you if you planted a punch against his jaw.
“Y/N” billy called after you
“You dare step a foot near her again you’re fucking dead!” Nancy threatened turning on her heels, walking towards Robin who was comforting a very distressed Y/N.
That weekend was spent crying your eyes out on Nancy’s bed, while the girls did their best to comfort you, trying their hardest to conceal the fact that they were secretly overjoyed that you two had called it quits. Just hoping that it was for real this time.
‘Y/N you left your - oh you’ve got to be kidding me!” Nancy groaned upon seeing the all too familiar boy kissing you passionately in the parking lot
Robin gritted her teeth in such a force it was surprising that her jaw didn’t shatter upon impact, trying her hardest to conceal her frustration.
They both loved you dearly but seeing you back in the arms of that jerk really pushed their patience . Like the past weekend that they had just spent picking up the pieces he left meant nothing.
“I’m done with him and I mean it”
“Honey I love you but you say this every single time” Nancy groaned placing a soggy cafeteria fry into her mouth.
“I agree with Nance, Y/N he treats you like shit! You’re a beautiful girl who deserves the world and someone who can adore the ground you walk upon. But honey he isn’t it, I know you love him but you have to call it quits” Robin pitifully smiled towards your direction as she awkwardly rubbed her hand against your back. Really she wanted to scream at you to ditch the loser but she was trying her damn hardest to bite her tongue
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“Y/N is coming tonight, dude you have to say something to her” Dustin suggested taking a long sip of his beer
“Okay A, it’s still weird that you can drink now! And B, okay just because she’s coming doesn’t mean that’s she’s available. I mean have you seen how attached at the hip she was with billy?”
“You’re kidding right? Hello her and Billy were arguing so much to the point that we all had to take a trip to the nurses office with our killer headaches. She’s now 27 I doubt she has the time for his immature bullshit. So what do you say king Stevie, you ready to save your princess from her tower?” Eddie smirked, elbowing Steve in his ribs while Dustin laughed at the sudden change in colour in Steve’s cheeks
“Shut up” Steve mumbled taking a swig from his bottle, suddenly finding the floor very fascinating to look at. Wishing that the floor would open up a wormhole that would swallow him whole, away from his friends who are finding enjoyment in his embarrassment.
“Aww is Stevie blushing?”
“You have it so hard for her” Dustin snorted which was soon cut short by Steve’s death stare
“I hate you both” he groaned rolling his eyes at the two men in front of him.
“One Rocky road please” ordered a radiant Y/N, she look awe inspiringly beautiful with her cherry coloured lips.
Steve was freaking the fuck out, I mean it’s Y/N for Christ sake. The same girl from his English class who looked effortlessly beautiful without her trying, it’s like she never had a bad day even if she tried. Now she was inches away from him, damn scoops ahoy for making him where this damn sailor suit.
“The lady has great taste” smirked Steve trying his best at being flirtatious, despite Robin telling him that his attempt of a smoulder made him look constipated.
You took the cone from his hands, about to reach into your pocket for the cash to pay-
“It’s on the house”
“Oh thanks” you smiled in disbelief over this kind gesture “you’re Steve right? I’m Y/N we have English together”
“That we do” you turned to leave, smiling at him again to thank him for the free ice cream. He watched you go cursing himself for not plucking up the courage to ask for your number, Robin is definitely going to add a line on the ‘you suck’ tally, Steve swears that he can already hear her laughing at his misfortune.
Steve felt his heart drop as he watched you from the parlour window. As who should place their arm around your shoulder? No other than Billy Hargrove, Steve’s worst enemy in the whole of Hawkins high. The one who took his keg king title away from him but now his crush too!
Steve could feel the anger burning his skin as he watched the blonde haired boy placing a kiss on your lips.
Damn you Billy Hargrove!
So Steve admired you from afar, every time he saw you walk into class wearing Billy’s jacket with a turtleneck that rolled down slightly when you leant forward revealing a hickey, feeling like a bullet to his heart as he wish it was him taking you out on dates marking your skin to show everyone that you’re his. From the fiery arguments he overheard in the halls and the time you showed up to scoops ahoy with mascara staining your cheeks while Robin comforted you in the stock room. He knew one thing, that you were too good for an asshole like Billy.
But nothing could prepare Steve for seeing you both at prom. You and Billy looked vomit inducingly cute, you wore a scarlet floor length silk dress that complimented your every curve, while Billy wore a shirt in the same colour with most of the buttons undone showing off his rippling abs. Your wrist adorned a corsage of red roses and the ring on your finger caught the light like a disco ball. Showing off to the whole school your promise ring, that you are his and wanted to spend the rest of your life with him and only him, no matter how much of the school didn’t believed in your relationship, but you did and that’s all that matters.
His arms wrapped around your waist while you had yours tightly wrapped around his shoulders, your bodies pressed close together, holding each other close while you swayed to a slow song. Soft smiles spreading across your faces.
This killed Steve as he watched from the ends of the room, watching you be happy with him was torture. But if you were happy that was all that matters, and maybe he could be happy to accept that too?
When Steve graduated his parents brought him a house on the outskirts of town, he still continued to work at family video. Steve didn’t need to work with the whole rich parent thing, but he enjoyed the routine of his job and it was a chance to flirt (failing to do so) with the customers as his quest to find someone still continues. Yes he had a few flings here and there but with his disaster of his dating life he was starting to question if love was for him.
He busied himself in his work and keeping his the friendships he made . He had Robin who practically was still attached at his hip, they had regular movie nights ending up in too much beer, getting unbelievably drunk
and him having to apologise to Vicki for having to pick up her very drunken girlfriend. Steve regularly visited Eddie at the hideout not missing a single concert, corroded coffin was really taking off, attracting a large audience and last time Steve heard they were in talks with an agent. And Dustin practically lived at his when he visited from college in the holidays .
Steve must admit it felt weird standing in the kitchen of his ex girlfriend’s house who’s now engaged to someone who once had beaten him up, but when you have spent the last few years hunting down monsters most only believed exist in fiction, weird felt almost like the norm to him.
Mike and Will stood engaged in conversation leaning against a wall, Mike throwing the occasional glance to his girlfriend El who sat in the corner playing with Jonathan’s and Nancy’s puppy Lilly. For the party was getting a little too overwhelming for her and she decided that dogs were better than people, smiling at the small bundle of fluff that was curled up in her lap. Since she left Hawkins she finally felt at peace with her powers after gaining them back and not having a monster wanting to kill her for them nearly every year, and Mike became better at communicating his love for her and never fails to remember to add ‘love Mike’ at the end of all of his letters.
Max arrived to the party with Lucas following behind her, Lucas gave his girlfriend a quick kiss on the cheek before greeting Mike and Will.
“I missed you” El beamed at Max as she slid down next to her handing her a can of soda. Popping the tab and taking a long sip. Max and El were the only sober ones of the party for El didn’t like the taste and disliked the way it made her feel, and Max refused to touch the stuff after the way her mom used to drink herself to sleep. Max recently got her license so she was more than happy to be her boyfriend’s designated driver.
“You too el” max smiled scratching the pup behind the ears that slept peacefully on El’s lap.
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The clock read out 7pm you were officially an hour late. Everyone was starting to become increasingly concerned that you weren’t going to show.
Nancy and Robin felt a small pang of guilt eating away at them slowly for losing contact with you over the years. Not that it was intentional, when you left for college and then moved house as soon as you graduated they forgotten your number. It wasn’t till Nancy saw Max at the grocery store not long returning from college , she asked about you and Max said that she still had your number.
Maybe you hated her for loosing contact with you, believing it to be personal and didn’t want to show?
The knock at the door brought the pair out of their guilt induced downwards spiral.
Racing towards the door the women practically threw themselves towards the wooden frame, squealing in delight as if they were still in high school. Their old best friend was behind the door and they couldn’t wait to catch up with you over the years they had missed. Wondering if anything has changed, maybe you dyed your hair or got that tattoo you were always talking about?
Flinging open the door the two gasped when they saw you
“Oh my god congratulations!” Nancy screamed out in excitement seeing your stomach that was carrying your second child. Pregnancy suited you for you were practically glowing, you looked happy and they couldn’t be happier for you as you deserved that over your shitty high school experience.
“Thank you” you chuckled as Robin enclosed you in such a tight embrace you momentarily struggled to breathe.
“Robin careful of the baby!” Nancy scoffed slightly slapping Robin’s arm as she finally let you breathe
“I missed you guys”
“And we missed you, we promise that we’re never going to lose touch again. I’m going to be the best auntie Robin to your child” Robin joked, you couldn’t help but beam with joy at your old friends.
It has been 7 years since you last saw them both, but at this moment in time it was like you were all transported to the good old high school days. It felt like nothing had changed when so much had.
“So who’s the lucky guy?”
“My husband-“
“You’re married!” Nancy gasped, a small part of her was disappointed that she wasn’t able to attend it, but you were here now and could hopefully be able to attend hers.
“Auntie Max” called out a childlike voice, as a small girl ran into the house towards where Max was sitting
“Hey tiger” Max smiled picking up the girl and twirling her around in the air, smiling adoringly at the girl who was letting out high pitch squeals of laughter.
Wait auntie Max? That means? Wait what?
Robin and Nancy exchanged perplexed looks, their brows furrowed heavily as they tried to process what they just heard.
The commotion attracted the attention of the three men in the kitchen, who all looked just as bewildered as Robin and Nancy. That means that you’re still together with Billy, you were actually married to him and not only had one child with him but two!
It really should be obvious as little Kelly had the same sandy messy curls as her farther, completed with his piercing ocean eyes. But everything else resembled about her a mini you, for she shared your nose and face shape, she was the perfect combination of you both.
“No fucking way” Eddie whispered with wide eyes as Billy appeared from behind you gently kissing you on the cheek.
Billy hadn’t aged a day since he graduated high school, you both packed and moved to California where he worked part time as a mechanic at the local garage, and weekends he taught people how to surf. Determined to provide enough for his family and to be the farther he never had to Kelly and to baby Dean who was on the way.
While you taught English at a high school, quickly becoming your students favourite, as they said in their own words that you made the boring dusty books that the curriculum required you to teach actually fun. Well at least you did before you took maternity leave, now you were back in Hawkins to stay with Max and Lucas for a few days which subsequently led you to be invited to the Byers and Wheelers high school reunion.
You felt the anxiety bringing up the bile up your throat on the car ride there, every little thing was making you nauseous nowadays. Last week it was Billy’s cologne which ended up with him buying a new one which didn’t make you want to projectile vomit all over the place, pregnancy was the most rewarding and yet the worst thing you ever had to experience. All you wanted was the chance to be able to not have these raging headaches and to relax with a glass of wine sitting in your favourite jeans before they stopped fitting you.
“It’s going to be okay” Billy soothed placing his hand on your thigh rubbing small circles to calm your racing mind, which felt like it was racing at a dizzying fast speed.
“I love you”
“Love you too princess”
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Robin, Nancy, Eddie, Steve and Dustin all gathered in the doorway between the lounge and the kitchen all looking at Billy in complete bewilderment. From what they last remembered of Billy was that he was quite possibly biggest asshole that they ever had the displeasure to have met, a rude, arrogant dick who had a habit of hurting their friend at any given opportunity. Now he was sitting on the couch with the three year old on his knee, she was giggling at her farther as he was dancing her bear in front of her face talking in silly made up voices. Safe to say that they were all utterly speechless, who would of thought that Billy Hargrove would be such a doting farther?
Kelly was very shy over so many new faces, so she wanted to be close to her dad. She definitely was a daddy’s girl.
“Hey” Argyle softly spoke capturing the three year olds attention, she looked at the new face with a timid smile. Argyle has a warming loveable presence which enticed the small child. “I’m Argyle what’s your name sweetie?”
“Kelly” she spoke shyly
“What a rad name”
In a few minutes Argyle pretty much adopted her like he was her fun uncle, leaving Billy and Y/N to actually catch up with the people attending the party.
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Having your body controlled and your life nearly snatched away in a matter of seconds made Billy realise a lot of things. One of them was that he couldn’t lose you, for you are the best thing to have ever happen to him. He acted like a dick to you but in reality he was scared of how much he loved you, it was easier for Billy to turn to his default setting of anger rather than to show this foreign emotion that felt almost uncomfortable to show.
But seeing you clutch his body so close to your heart that felt like it was breaking as each second passed by. You thought that you were going to lose the love of your life.
“Don’t you dare leave me, hang on baby please” you begged, your voice breaking into a strangled cry. Not caring that his blood was staining your clothes, for you needed to hold him close to you. Praying to whoever was listening to save him for you couldn’t live if he was gone.
They say that before you die your whole life flashes before your eyes, Billy saw all the times he hurt you, all the tears he made you cry over the way he treated you. He couldn’t let you have these memories of him to live on when he was long gone, deciding in that moment when his lungs tightened slowing down his breathing, if he was going to make it he was going to do whatever it takes to make things right as he couldn’t lose you.
Billy started to break down his many walls that protected his damaged heart around you, he started to communicate his feelings and not hold them in till they burst out and he says something that he later regretted. Once he was out of the hospital he started to see the school counselor, he begrudgingly dragged his ass their every week, he hated attending every damn session where he was forced to talk about his shitty upbringing but Billy is doing whatever it took to make your relationship work. He was determined to do whatever it takes not to fuck up again as much as it scared him to say he loves you, he truly loves you and couldn’t afford to let you go.
Billy knew that you were going to be the one he was going to marry since the first day he laid eyes on you , yes you still fought but at least it was about small menial things that could be easily talked through, but now your relationship was stronger than ever.
Now there was no good and bad, it was just good and you both couldn’t be happier. Billy adored the ground you walked upon, he cared for you in every way he possibly could. He brought you flowers every Friday and you felt truly loved and adored by him, not this bittersweet lustful romance you experienced in high school. This now was true love, Billy was a great farther and a great husband doing all the old romantic cliches but you loved him for it.
Everyone in the party once didn’t believe in your relationship, thinking and wishing that it’d all be over soon to save the heartache for all of you. But seeing the way he looked at you with doting eyes, like you were the most beautiful woman ever created, they all admitted that they were wrong for it was clear to see that he loved you and you loved him.
A/N: I had so much fun writing this and I hope that you liked it , my requests are always open is you want me to write a fic based on any idea you have. Also Argyle gives me fun uncle vibes and El definitely would befriend the host’s pet.
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jealous boys—
characters ! fiancé!kuroo tetsurō, boyfriend!tsukishima kei, husband!sugawara kōshi, husband!meian shugō x f!reader
fluff(?), highly suggestive on suga’s & meian’s + possessive? markings on suga’s + jealous bbys are always so cute + also you’re rad, he can’t help it ;-) !
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he trusts you of course, explicitly. but once jealousy rears its ugly head, he can’t help it. he’s yours, there’s no doubt about that. he just wants to make sure everyone knows your his.
KUROO TETSURŌ—
the type whose smirk holds no mercy and has 101% bite
it’s so very rare for you to come to company dinners, only because his goofy personality is switched over to a sharper version of your fiancé when he’s at work. at work, kuroo’s charm is ruthless and enticing, made of cleanly sharp blades and clever posterity.
so when you agree to come to tonight’s dinner, you wanted to dress your best. in head to toe, you took your time so you don’t embarrass him or yourself. kuroo commands a certain respect and you want to be thought of as the best match for him as you stand beside him, no matter how childish that seems. so with that in mind, you were tensed as you kept checking yourself on the floor-length mirror by the entrance to your home as your fiancé finished, making sure he’s got his keys and wallet, noticing your intense criticising eyes and wandering hands, flattening your outfit and checking and re-checking your hair.
he slips a hand across your waist and plants a sweet kiss to the side of your neck, his favourite spot. “you look absolutely delicious. nothing to worry about, kitten.” you smiled at his comfort and set off. and he was right, you had nothing to worry about. his colleagues, higher ups, and even juniors absolutely adored you. they made jokes, talked about your fiancé, and floated alcohol with you. you had enjoyed the night and the attention, relieved that you were well liked and looked at your lover with a proud, maybe slightly tipsy smile.
but you know him well, despite the smile on his face. you notice something wrong and your breezy, tipsy smile drops into a pout. so you excused yourself in between the little group that had formed around you and leaning against the bar beside your boyfriend, gripping his button up shirt with your fingers. he had already pulled back his sleeves to his elbows, nursing a scotch.
“baby, what’s wrong?” you ask, watching as he puts the glass to his lips and takes a sip.
“nothing, just feeling a little bit lonely.” he smiles. “i told you they were going to like you. but now i’m a little jealous of everyone getting your attention.”
“what’s with that?” despite your words, your smile beamed wildly. as soon as he saw it, he cackled out a laugh.
“did that make you happy?”
“you know i only want their attention for you.” you take his hand and move to his personal space, snuggling close and inhaling the familiar scent of home. “your attention is more important than anyone else’s.”
he smirks, adoring your words as he pulls you into a tighter hug, resting his head on the side of your head in an appearance of sweetness. you don’t see the harsh look he gives out to everyone else watching you, the wave of warning coming off of him in waves as he stares at each and everyone of them down whilst pressing a possessive kiss to your shoulder.
TSUKISHIMA KEI—
he tries to be subtle about it, but the energy of annoyance waves off of him like pollution
you were meeting his older brother, akiteru-san, for the first time. a man your boyfriend adored and looked up to, despite his eye-rolls and snarky comments. the set up is relatively chill, just a dinner and then maybe coffee.
what neither of you weren’t expecting is how much you and akiteru hit it off super fast. he absolutely adored the fact that his baby brother has someone, especially for who he deems to be the most adorable new baby sister to have. he’s an utter gentleman, making jokes and teasing his brother all day. you both find hobbies you shared, movies you both liked, and just hit it off so much that neither of you noticed how quiet your boyfriend had been, sighing and scoffing ever so slightly, especially towards the end.
when akiteru excused himself to go to the bathroom whilst at the coffee shop, you were in line to order when kei finally says something. you had been ignoring his obvious bad mood, only because you didn’t want to unravel something like that in public. plus, it was easier when he lets everything out himself.
“this is why i didn’t want you two to meet.”
you turned to him so fast, you thought you might’ve gotten whiplashed. “what? why? i thought everything was going so well, don’t you think he likes me?”
his frown sharpens. “does him liking you that important? i didn’t realise you were dating him. should i have gotten the hint when you both couldn’t stop talking about that damn movie?”
your eyes narrowed, fighting back a snicker. “i watched that movie with you, and you said you enjoyed it.”
“that’s not the point and you know it.”
“i know you being jealous is the point, but it’s so ridiculous, i want to laugh.”
“laugh? laugh?”
you couldn’t help it, you giggled as his entire face slackens at you in disbelief. “he’s your brother, babe. i think there’s a rule somewhere saying you shouldn’t date your ex’s brother somewhere.”
“shouldn’t is different from being unable to, period.”
you pull him closer to you, making him stumble a little as you enclosed your arms around him entirely. “kei darling, tell me what this is about. really?”
he exhales roughly, closing his eyes. he really hates how much control you have over him. a little sweetened tone, a soft touch, and unmarred gaze that seems to only see him— and he’s unraveled. bending over backwards. you could ask him to murder everyone in this coffee shop and he’d do it without blinking. he was utter putty in your hand, and he can’t even be mad about it.
he wounds his arms around you and meets your gaze. “you’re his type, you know.”
“oh.” you blinked. “but you’re mine.”
see? words like that and he’s nothing but a mortal utterly reverent to an angel.
SUGAWARA KŌSHI—
his jealousy is all nice smiles and crinkled eyes. inside is a different story. . .
you were very oblivious to the fact that one of the other teachers in suga’s school is enamoured with you. it was nothing more than a little crush full of sneaky glances and two minute conversations, but it was starting to get sugawara irritated.
not because he couldn’t trust either of you; he knows his colleague wouldn’t do shit, and you adore no one but him. so at most, he keeps it inside, at bay. . . until his colleague laughs so obnoxiously at a joke you told. it wasn’t that you weren’t funny or that your joke wasn’t either, but he just had the audacity to tap you on the arm and say, ‘your funny, y/n-san.’
even you raised your eyebrows a little, never been on the receiving end of such an awkward reaction before.
but that snaps suga’s patience.
if even you were starting to notice and feel weird about it, then why shouldn’t he make sure you were comfortably well marked and force him— and anyone else — to back the fuck off? you could handle yourself if it really counted, but he wanted to make sure they never even came for you to handle them.
he was, after all, your white knight.
so the next day, despite trying to cover them up as normally as possible without looking totally covered and suspicious to law enforcement, the random hickies placed so strategically around your body— peeking from your neck, the bottom of your ear, and even a peek of constellations from your thighs — you bring in suga’s lunch that day and absolutely no one could mistake who was able to make you blush that hard despite the most angelic smile plastered all across his face.
he takes the lunch you prepared with a pressed kiss to your forehead, “thank you, sweetheart. i’m so lucky to have you.”
MEIAN SHUGŌ—
almost like suga, meian’s jealousy is hidden under grins and lazy gazes
honestly speaking, meian didn’t think he was going to be this jealous when you introduce him to your childhood friends for a camping trip, two of which were guys, and one who seems to be your closest friend. part of a lot of your stories as someone you had feel the closest with, have been through a lot with, and generally took care of each other through thick and thin.
he was honestly so fine with everything, adoring how carefree and relaxed you had gotten being surrounded by people you know and care about, and all who care about you.
his jealousy comes in little bits first; sneaking in soft, innocent kisses to your head, your hand; more handholding too, flipping your hands together so he can kiss the back of your hand; his hand on the sweet spot of your back; stressing out the most honeyed endearments— angel, darling, sweetheart, and my love in different sentences and spaces.
all day, he’s been doing this. it comes to a catalyst when he offers his lap to you after the bonfire has been tended for s’mores has been lit up and he throws you a smirk. “your seat’s ready and all warmed up.”
boos and shrieks had come out of that simple statement, as you turned into a tomato, thankful for the flickering firelight. you slap his thigh, giving him a glare as you sat just next to him. that doesn’t stop him from reaching you with his arm and nestling you close. as you raised your eyebrows, he simply says, “you know you get cold easily.”
“ah,” one of your girl friends says, a teasing lilt to her tone. “our y/n is so loved.”
your guy friend snorts. “you guys better keep it down. our tents are too near each other.”
“shut up,” you snarled.
as soon as you both do settle into the tent, he cuddles you, twining his legs and arms against yours. “i’m sorry for getting jealous all day. didn’t think i was going too. i even surprised myself. i know i have nothing to be jealous about, i’m just being stupid.”
“it’s not stupid,” you say, taking his hand and giving it a kiss. “i probably would’ve been worse. apart from the lap thing, they weren’t all bad. being called angel all day is pretty amazing.”
“worse, huh?” he turns you around, hitching his leg over your waist to bring your hips closer as you muffled a surprised squeak. he wiggled his eyebrows, smirking. “care to share, angel?”
“we are not going to be exhibitionists, sir.”
he half growls at the title. “paint me a picture, angel. i’ll swallow all your sounds when it comes down to it. but even you said you don’t think my jealousy is stupid, so why don’t we give them something to imagine?”
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omg okay, idk how much info you want on these characters, but let's go
Dmitri: "i'm sure he hates his father almost as much as he's just like him" HOLY SHIT I think you just hit on the guy's biggest fear and the source of all his anger and self loathing. (personally I think he's a better person than his father, if only for the fact that Dmitri truly wants to be a better and honourable person and beats himself up over his constantly failing to do so, whereas his father takes pleasure in acting upon his worst qualities). what you said about eldest siblings is very interesting! tho it should be noted that fydor (the dad) didn't raise any of his children, so he has always been an absent parent. Dmitri also didn't grow up with his siblings, so I don't think he has that same sense of responsibility that you might find in a lot of eldest siblings. he does have massive abandonment issues tho.
"his problem is that he cannot kill him in any way that matters." OOOH TRUE
btw he's also the most babygirl character I've ever read about, he has the most insane moodswings (like he's partying one second and contemplating suicide the next), scares the shit out of everyone by acting super unhinged, he tells the entire town that he wants to kill his dad and then his dad actually dies and he's like 😮 when the police arrest him as the main suspect
Ivan: I'm nodding along at everything you said about Ivan! I'm afraid I don't know you well enough to say whether you have anything in common with Ivan or not, maybe his more argumentative side? he really goes all in when it comes to explain his views. other than that he's very rational, too rational actually. he tries very hard to find a rational meaning for suffering and rejects the entire order of the universe when he doesn't find one. he's also very individualistic, growing up he always had a feeling that he had to do everything on his own. which is probably a result of his childhood and that carries on into his adulthood. his very religious mother was said to have gone insane from the abuse of their dad and she died when he was 6. that must have been very traumatic (especially fucked up is the fact that Fyodor didn't even remember that Ivan was the child of his second wife, like he just forgot). this might have resulted in both his extreem independence and his aversion towards religion. tho religion forms the core of his entire way of thinking, he rejects god but in doing so cannot stop thinking about it. he's cold and detached, but it's clear from his worldview that he cares a lot about right and wrong and justice, in a broad sense. he loves humanity, but doesn't show it. "he needs a little of absurdism in his life to balance that sad nihilism" you're so right, that sad nihilism is exactly what is slowly eating away at him. also your tags ahzhsh, yeah. also Katya (Dmitri's ex-fiancée) is very proud and has the most insane saviour-complex and Ivan has *gestures vaguely at him* all that going on. I think they'd make a fascinating couple to study under a microscope tbh
Alexei (usually referred to as Alyosha): you're spot on with Alyosha!! to me he really is a character I relate to deeply, but I cannot pinpoint why. here are some fun facts about him: pretty much everyone in the book loves him, tho he's often described as odd. like his mom he's prone to "fits of hysteria", he laughs at inappropriate times, he blushes A LOT, he sometimes has a very off-putting smile at times when he really shouldn't be smiling, he's reserved but everyone immediately trusts him, he's kind, compassionate and nonjudgmental, but he's also far from perfect. a lot of people kinda brush him off as an all-round good perfect boy, and while yes!! he is a very sweet guy!! I feel like limiting him to just that, is kind of doing his character a disservice. to me he really just reads as a guy trying to do his best despite everything. he wants to help everyone, but because of the sheer impossibility of that task, he often fails at this as well. he takes on the suffering of so many of the characters in this novel, but one person can only carry so much. and while he's definitely the most mentally stable brother (the bar is very low), he always kinda feels like a dam about to burst. he did have a moment in which he (understandably) kinda snapped, in which he suddenly became rude, uncaring and apathetic and holy shit, like this wouldn't feel like that big of a deal from any other character, but because it's in such direct opposite to how he usually is, it was honestly chilling to read. there are also some throw away lines and things he says sometimes that suggest that there is more to him than meets the eye and that he has a lot of darker thoughts he doesn't talk about. he's just like the embodiment of "aw a little guy" "oh he's a little fucked up actually"
Smerdyakov: one of my favourite character to rotate in my head! he's so interesting!!! "i'm sure he hates them all and he has all good reasons." EXACTLY!! he's so full of hatred and honestly very understandably so! the only one he cares about is Ivan, but Ivan doesn't care about him 😭 he is the most isolated character from all of these, even the narrator dislikes him. "Bro needs to leave that place." yes!! he actually wanted to move to France, he was even learning French in his spare time. poor little meow meow indeed, the author makes it very difficult to sympathise with him, but I can't help it
avzhdzje now I'm curious what are your thoughts on the brothers karamazov based on your quick googling about the characters? I can definitely see a bit of Ivan in you, tho perhaps only some parts, he's definitely an interesting guy and has some of the best parts in the book
hello V! This post will be full of innacuracies and probably hot takes so beware akjsdkasjd <3 Dimitri: The eldest and as such i'm sure he hates his father almost as much as he's just like him. This is my personal view but i think the eldest sibling is never allowed to kill the parent, by the way. Eldest children most of the time are very aware of the consecuences of the absence of the parents because once the parent is gone, they are the ones to bear the burden. Anyway, I think he wants to be free of his dad, but his problem is not that he hates the man, his problem is that he cannot kill him in any way that matters. Ivan: Ivan sounds like a brand of men i find particularly funny (maybe because i am a little like that to my shame). The "i have to show everyone that i am the smartest person in the room at all times" type of guy but that despite their obvious struggle with self worth, they are still graciously based. I think the fact that he wants to marry his brother's fiancee has him particularly bitter, he needs a little of absurdism in his life to balance that sad nihilism. It's sad he was a XIX century russian, he would have been a God of fried based memes in XXI. Alexei: Of course he's a good boy. He's the second son who doesn't carries the horrors of being the eldest, he's also the youngest, which makes him more emotional and compassionate, willing to find happiness on his own and to oppose that he views as wrong.
Bonus: Smerdyakov: i'm sure he hates them all and he has all good reasons. Bro needs to leave that place. Come to America bro, make your own gang in the rising cities. My poor little meow meow. Now, Vince it's your turn to give me your based opinion on them and explain what our test result mean.
#i have no idea if you wanted this much info ahdhdjjzjzk#i could probably give a 3 hour presentation on each character#but let's leave it at this#they're just so !!!!#note this is all just my interpretation of them lol#vince talks#geri 💛
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“you’re really good at that.” - A super fluffy one with Marc M.'s fiancée complimenting her new fiancé Marc M. on his cheese quesadillas when he makes them for her and Missy for dinner, please.
you’re really good at that - Marcus Moreno x f!reader
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You and Marcus had been going strong for a while. You’ve been quite nervous when he suggested you’d meet his daughter though. It was a big step, and one you weren’t sure you were ready for. It was different meeting his mother or him meeting your parents; meeting a child meant more dedication to the relationship. You weren’t just Marcus’ girlfriend anymore, you were a potential mother figure to his daughter as well.
You postponed the moment as long as you could, making sure things were on the right track with Marcus.
But when the two of you got engaged, you knew the moment had come.
Your immense happiness had been shared with Missy, and as it turned out, she was a ray of sunshine. She adored you and you adored her just as much. You spent days getting to know each other, playing with each other and laughing together. The sight made Marcus’ heart triple in size, at long last having happiness in its fullest form.
One evening, Marcus sat both you and Missy down and prepared dinner for you both. Although reluctant, you agreed to let him do it, watching amused as he made cheese quesadillas from scratch.
“If you burn them, she gets to do it for the rest of our lives,” Missy told her dad.
You giggled, puckering your lips as you exchanged a look with a fake-offended Marcus.
“I know what I’m doing.”
Missy raised her hands as if in defense and resorted to telling you one of her stories of training with the other kids, how her abuela made it a point to train you all and share her own secrets and stories to their aid.
You threw fugitive glances at Marcus once in a while, watching him expertly prepare the dinner and you smiled. Missy noticed it, but fell silent.
“You’re really good at that,” you remarked, catching Marcus’ soft and proud gaze.
“See? What I told you?”
“Eyes on the pan, dad.”
Marcus resumed his work, with you and Missy giggling at the kitchen counter. Suddenly you couldn’t remember why you were ever nervous of meeting Missy. You never felt more comfortable or at peace in your whole life.
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