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audisive · 9 days

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♪ MILLION DOLLAR MAN. (💌)

౨ৎ simon 'ghost' riley | reader

synopsis: you need a bodyguard, and simon's the only one you can trust. for now.

tags: fluff, angst (ish), hurt/comfort, romance, soft!simon, bodyguard!ghost, model!reader, trust issues, hints to a panic attack, you have a bad dad (and family)

There's an ugly yellow folder on your vanity, sticking out like a sore thumb.

That's the first thing you see.

There's a hitch in your breath before you speak. "Vel," you walk over to your desk and call out to the lovely girl with your coat over her arm, your favorite maid. "What's this?" With manicured nails, you pick up the folder cautiously with the feeling of familiarity and déjà vu.

Veliana tilts her head to the side, the clueless little bird she is. "A folder, miss." You huff a smile out at her simple response, the pretty little thing never knowing better. "Please give Noah a call." You tell her and she nods her head automatically, still smiling at you.

When she carefully places your coat on the rack, she scurries off to who knows where. You're left in the comforts of your too-large room, a delicate piece of work that you'd paid thousands of dollars for after your face had snatched the interests of magazines, reporters, and such. You find that there are even uglier men inside when you open the flimsy thing in your hand.

Veliana is breathless when she comes back to you like the obedient girl she is, handing over the phone with your manager's name on it.

"What's wrong, darling girl?" Noah asks, annoyance seeping into his tone despite the usual pet name. "What's with the profiles?" you question right back, flipping through the folders, carefully scanning each gruesome man with horrifying detail. You already know the answer, but you dread it.

"About time you actually considered my suggestion," he voices out. "You need a new bodyguard."

You find that your new bodyguard is just as noticeable as the folder you threw away without much thought. There's people staring at him when they would be gawking at you.

Simon Riley is a trusted man; at least that's what you try to tell your manager. A remarkable 6'4 military man who should be off in a bar with beer – he drinks whiskey, imbecile – or resting in a broke-down apartment, not babysitting his model of a friend. Honestly, you wouldn't have minded it if he acted just a little annoyed at you, but he doesn't even spare you so much as a glare. You're not sure if you should be glad or not.

You have to admit that you do feel a little smug when your manager avoids yelling at you with Simon glaring daggers at him. Then again, there's this anxious feeling pooling at your stomach when he gets a little too close. He's certainly scarier than the last one.

His large hand calms you down when it lands on your lower back and sneaks his warmth through your thin clothing. You let out a breath, as if he'd just commanded you to do so without a word.

Simon should be in his awfully empty apartment, sleeping the day off or making a small trip to the groceries for necessities fresh out of deployment. But when he opened the door to you, who's clearly so troubled and almost begging to help you out with.. whatever it was you asked, how could he say no?

"It's just temporary, I swear. I just need some time to do a proper background check on the other bodyguards."

Given that your shitty father's in jail with unfinished as well as illegal business, it wouldn't be proper of him to let a civilian walk around with danger right at her back. That's what he says to himself, anyway.

He's just not so sure he signed up for the right job as a bodyguard. Truth be told, he would've preferred to be your boyfriend.. but as long as he has rights to protect you, then he won't complain.

He's well aware of the men coming for your neck for a variety of reasons. Some out of jealousy – Simon thinks that the fashion industry might as well be a warzone. Maybe that's why he accepted this in the first place – and some because of your problematic family.

He's also heard about your past cowardly bodyguards, if you can even call them that after they'd left you in the face of death. It's a wonder how you're still alive, but he wouldn't dare question it.

It doesn't help, not really, when there's an ear-deafeaning explosion and a panicked angel in his arms, clutching onto him for dear life. "Simon," you all but whimper, labored breaths and uncontrollable tears slipping out of you.

He hushes you, coos at you as sweet as he possibly can. He soothes you and cradles you against his chest as he shoots back at death and carries you to safety when the storm of chaos calms. And he never leaves. Not once.

Not even when you're well and sitting on the cold bed of an even colder hospital room. You'd begged him to stay and lay with you, and when he does, you insist that you owe him your life, and he tells you he's just doing his job.

Still, you can't help that you push yourself closer to him. "Thank you," you whisper, "for staying."

"'M yours to keep." Simon gruffs out, "my loyalty and life belongs to you. All of it." And so does his heart.

(bodyguard!ghost is just modern knight!ghost to me :3c)

divider by @cafekitsune !

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cheriladycl01 · 6 months

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Better than me - Charles Leclerc x Reader Part 1

Plot: You are a rookie in your first f1 season, adding to the ever-growing amount of Brits performing in the grid.

Credit to countingstars-17 for the GIF

"And we here at Audi on our debut into Formula One are happy to announce our line up for this year. We have taken on Alexander Albon, and a new driver from the last F2 season to keep the youth of the grid, Y/N Y/L/N, the first female Formula One driver of the century" Andreas Seidl announces and cameras flash all around the press conference.

"So Alex is moving from Williams to an Audi, after not having a great seasons from 2021 in his reserve roll in Red Bull to him moving down as a Williams driver, why have you put your trust in a driver that hasn't been performing?" the interviewer asked. Andreas shuffles in his seat a little leaning closer to the mic.

"Well Alex's performance in Red Bull were phenomenal especially for a rookie. Unfortunately Red Bull decided to pull their finances into one car and one driver which led to Max over-powering many of his team-mates, which was one of the reasons Ricciardo switched to Renault. We want to give Alex the chance to prove his skills in a well-made car that once on the track will rival the Red Bull, Mercedes and Ferrari's" Andreas says looking towards Christian Horner who didn't look pleased at all.

"It's good to see Albon given the chance, as we saw George Russell improve the minute he joined Lewis Hamilton in Mercedes. There's also talk that there was an offers for Lando Norris and Charles Leclerc what happened there" another question is thrown out.

"We sent offers to anyone we thought would benefit from a contract with us, so Leclerc and Norris were both on that list"

"And you ended up choosing Albon, or were the offers rejected?"

"We chose Alexander before Norris and Leclerc turned the offer down. Norris is out-performing in his McLaren and as part of their young drivers scheme, he wants a win for them before ever moving on if he does. For now he is comfortable there. As far as Leclerc goes, he has dreams in Ferrari that they unfortunately aren't helping him pursue, which we hoped we could. The Volkswagen Group is an open arms family and our relationships with all drivers are ones we hold a lot of respect for" he explains nodding at the man who was asking the questions.

"Obviously Audi have now not only kept up with the youth of the grid but have added the first female since Lella Lombardi. Where did this choice come from, and did the other drivers know before today?" he pushes and Andreas smiles looking over towards you at the back of the room, hidden by your Audi cap.

"Well, she won the last two F2 championships and she's a very promising driver, she has a degree that she completed three years ago in Aerodynamic Engineering and has some great opinions on her car and knows it very well. I'm sure her rookie season will be one nobody will want to miss" he smirks and the cameras click for more photos, you could already see the amount of headlines.

Now it was time for your first race of the season. Your first race was Bahrain and you were extremely nervous, you could see the camera on your left filming you as you pulled up the fireproof race suit over your shoulders. The mix of red and white fabric had your sponsors over it, as well as the four rings of your teams logo.

You eventually got into the car rubbing your hands together waiting to be handed the wheel by an crew member. You check that you radio is working with your engineer and give the pit crew a nod.

"Okay lets make this a good lap! Looking to try and get P12 or up" your engineer voices as you as you come out of the pits.

You had a good start, going into turn one slower, wanting to just test the waters. Turn two and three were similar, the car was wider and more powerful than that of an F2 car and even pre-season testing didn't help settle your nerves.

"Need to speed up on this straight to make up the time from the turns, stop overthinking and just drive. We believe in you" you hear your engineer and release a breath that you didn't even realize you were holding. You fly down the straight managing to still keep up quiet the speak into the sharp turn 4.

"Coming into sector 2 now, your currently in a predicted 14th place so we really need to catch up in Sector 2" he explains again.

You speed round the turns up until the hairpin on 8, breaking later and managing to overtake Russell who was slightly ahead of you on the track.

"Nice Y/N, you've got Lawson and Ocon ahead of you, if you can catch up to them you'll be in the top 10. Lets get you flat out on that straight in sector 3 yeah?"

As you get through the second hairpin with a little skidding from your misjudgment and managed to make up for time in turns 11,12 and 13 before putting your foot down so you sailed down the straight.

After another go you were called back to the pits.

"Well done, you got P9. That's amazing for your first drive"

"What position was Alex in?" you ask, hoping your team mate was getting on well in his new car.

"He was P4, Hamilton, Leclerc and Perez all infront of him, Verstappen P5 along with Norris, Piastri and Alonso just a few seconds ahead of your time. Wonderful driving" he says as you pull into the pit. You jump out the car, looking to see who was now out and didn't make it into Q2.

"Well done Y/N, you did do well! P9 is crazy!" Alex said rushing up to you pulling you into a teammate hug.

"Let's go get a drink, you wanna go toilet?" Zahara one of the crew asks. I nodded immediately realizing how i hadn't gone to the toilet before hand.

Q2 went a little worse, you crawled in P11, not making it into Q3. You'd made the typical rookie mistakes which is what angered you the most. You slapped you hands onto your halo in annoyance as your engineer tried to explain that P11 was amazing for a rookie, and if you had a good pace tomorrow you'd be able to get within the top 10.

You watched Alex compete for his position headphones on and seeing his overtake Norris who was currently in P5.

Eventually tomorrows start was set, Leclerc P1, Hamilton P2, Perez P3, Sainz P4, Alex P5, Verstappen P6, Norris P7, Russell P8, Piastri P9 and in P10 ahead of you was Alonso, he wouldn't make it easy for you tomorrow.

You hug Alex, congratulating him on a great start to the weekend and a great start to this season. You headed to your drivers room, changing out of your suit and into your Audi shirt and shorts. You head out and get to your R8, a benefit of working for the Audi team.

"Hey, Y/N right?" a voice calls you before you can even open the door to the car. You whirl round, worried it was a fan that had somehow managed to follow you to the carpark. In turn you actually saw the racer who finished in P1 today, Charles Leclerc.

"Oh, hello" you smile nodding you head down awkwardly in greeting.

"I just wanted to let you know, you did well, this wasn't my first race in F1 Australia was but you finished ahead of where i was in 2018, so take this as a win" he smiles placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.

"Oh, thank you. I didn't even think I'd be here this year, I was shocked when Audi reached out to me. I'm just annoyed at the mistakes i made in Q2, I could have made it to Q3 if I had just ..." you admitted softly, until he interrupts you.

"You've already had your debrief and you know what you did wrong, move on from it and come back tomorrow and get into the top 10" he smiles at you. He starts to walk away but stops when your hand wraps round his wrist.

"Thank you Charles, i needed to hear that. Congrats on P1 today, see you on the track tomorrow" you smile, letting go of his wrist before jumping into your car. You sighed revving the engine, thinking of the kindness you'd just been shown. You knew that people would probably be looking for you from other teams, as most people were still there but everything was a little overwhelming for you right now.

#charles leclerc #charles lecrelc x reader #charles lechair #formula 1 #formula one #formula one fanfiction #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #audi f1 #f1 fanfic #formula 1 x you #formula 1 fanfic #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 fic #lewis hamilton

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alpydk · 6 days

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Timelessness

You lie on the bed feeling the cotton pillowcase under your cheek. Your silver locks thinned from the decades tumble around you and you feel his fingers softly push them from your gaze. You always knew when he became her chosen again that life for you both would become different, his abilities, his ageing. Elminster was a few centuries old, and Gale would go on to have the same experience; you however would not have that luxury. And yet you do not mind, you have lived a life filled with the most wonderful of moments, you have loved more than any other mortal could and though it is your time you are not scared.

You gaze up at him seeing the blurred visage and yet you know his face so well, the uncontrollable waves of his hair, the bristles of his neatly trimmed beard, the deep souls of those brown eyes that you had poured yourself into night after night. You feel the touch of delicate kisses upon your forehead and hear the whispers of his voice; a sweet melody as beautiful as the first day when he introduced himself. You remember all the moments so well, touching the weave, his out-of-nowhere flirtatious banter, those nights under the stars. He speaks of so many of them and you hear the weak wavering of his voice as he quietly talks of your wedding day.

You find yourself there, walking down the aisle, hearing the dulcet tones of the music and the whispers of your friends and family. You walk past their smiling faces but your eyes are drawn only to one person, that of your beloved. He stands there waiting for you, as handsome as always, his suit embroidered and his hair neatly tied back. You face him, feeling nervous as all eyes are on you, but as you hear his voice you know that everything will be okay; You are safe because he is with you. You exchange your vows; the promises of your love and devotion to one another, to always be together, your souls bound to one another for all eternity, and he lifts your veil, allowing you to share in one last gentle kiss. The last kiss before you start your new life.

You do not hear what happens next as you shuffle off this mortal coil, as you feel the peace that overtakes your mind and body, instead, you leave with the knowledge that no matter what, you will always be with him from those starry skies.

Watching over him from the cradle of eternity. Bound by the timelessness of lovers. Waiting again for that most beautiful of fantasies.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 gale #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #gale bg3 #galemance #bg3 fanfiction #audi #audio reading #this is what 2am me comes up with

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allylikethecat · 9 months

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Can I be very cheeky and request another kiss prompt… if you feel like it I’d love prompt 23 (a kiss in relief) for Matty and George (I’ve requested a pairing this time don’t worry!!)

Ps. Have you ever considered emojis to keep track of anons? For example I sign off as ♥️ on a few other blogs

Whelp, this is it. After what feels like a very long time (or well, it's been a month, up to you if that's a long time!) I have finally come to the LAST Kiss Prompt in my Inbox! Thank you so much to all you lovely wonderful people who have sent them in! I have had so much fun working on these and am so honored that y'all liked my writing enough to request them! My inbox is always open for more requests (formal or informal) and I will always do my best to fulfill these fic requests, even if they take me a while! I'm slowly but surely posting all of the kiss prompts that I've completed on AO3, so if you want to revisit any, missed any, or want to give any some special love, they eventually will all be able to be found here. The original list of prompts can be found here! Thank you so much again to everyone who spent in a prompt!

Special thank you very much ♥️ Anon for sending this one in! I'm sorry it took me a while to get to, but I hope you enjoy it! I had no idea there were enough people who sent me asks that you guys would want to have an emoji to identify yourselves but if you want want, it's yours feel free to claim it (just not the ♥️ unless you are the newly dubbed ♥️ Anon!) Let me know what you think!

(Warnings for this prompt: Matty is involved in a single car accident swerving to avoid a deer and ends up in the hospital - when George first finds out about the accident he worries that Matty was driving drunk, however he was NOT)

❤️Ally

23. Kiss … in relief

George’s heart was racing as he made his way through the sliding door, his rain damp trainers squeaking on the polished sheet vinyl flooring as he scurried across the lobby, nearly slipping right in front of the “Wet Floor” sign. There was another man in line in front of him and he resisted the urge to tap his foot impatiently. He swallowed hard, trying to will himself to stay calm. He needed to stay calm and level headed. Matty needed him to stay calm and level headed. Only one of them was allowed to freak out at a time and George knew that it was not his turn.

The man turned away, a hospital bracelet fastened around his wrist and George felt a pang of sympathy as he watched him take a step to the side, headed towards the waiting room area. But he pushed it down, he was here under his own power, meaning it couldn’t be dire. It was his turn to speak with the receptionist.

“I’m looking for Matthew Healy,” George said, quickly, bracing his hands on the counter, “I got a call that he was admitted.”

“Can you spell that for me please?” the receptionist asked.

George swallowed down his irritation. “Healy, H-E-A-L-Y,” he said and the receptionist hit a few buttons on the keyboard, frowning as she looked at the screen.

“And you are?” she asked, looking up at George, her expression bored, as if she wasn’t the only thing standing between Geroge and the love of his life.

“Ah, George Daniel, his partner and power of attorney?” he said, hating that it sounded like a question, hating that he knew that title didn’t even begin to cover it. Matty was his soul mate, his other half, his twin flame burning, one could not exist without the other. However, he seemed to have earned her approval because she hit a few buttons on her computer and then nodded to herself.

“He’s in room twenty oh two,” she said, “it’s through the double doors on the right, down the hall to the left,” she said.

George barely remembered to thank her before he was running through the double doors she had indicated, watching the room numbers tick by as he looked for 2002.

He froze just outside the door, heart hammering in his chest as he tried to mentally prepare himself for what he was going to find. Was Matty going to be intubated and sedated? Was he going to be handcuffed to the bed? George swallowed hard, hating the uncertainty, hating that upon receiving the call his stomach had dropped. He hated that his first thought, even after all these years, was that Matty was drunk. Or high. Or a combination of the two.

The woman he had spoken with hadn’t been able to give him any information over the phone. Just that Matty had been involved in a single car accident and had been admitted into the hospital a little over halfway between Manchester and London. He had been driving back from visiting his mother, George hated himself as he buckled his own seatbelt that he had declined joining Matty on the trip.

He had made it to the hospital in record time, while still being careful of the heavy downpour. Worst case scenarios playing out in his mind's eye as he drove. Matty was drunk. He had to have been Geroge thought darkly. He loved Denise but also knew she would never discourage another glass of wine, he knew that Matty would never turn one down. He ran his fingers through his close cropped hair, the strands wet even from the sprint from the parking lot. He swallowed hard. He needed to rip off the bandaid. He needed to open the door. He was just terrified, uncertain, afraid of what he was going to find.

A nurse rounded the corner and made eye contact with George, smiling up at him. “You can go in,” she said kindly, her accent thick and Scottish, seeing George’s hesitation.

He took a deep breath, and turned the handle.

“Oh love,” he said, the words slipping out of his mouth before he could stop them.

Matty was curled up on his side, his back to the door, his dark curls, the ringlets matted together with what George hoped was water and not blood, were sticking out from the top of the blanket draped over him. He rolled over, the movement slow and careful as if it caused him great pain.

“George?” he asked, his voice rough and wet as he sat up, blinking up at him like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

“I’m here, baby,” he said, moving through the doorway and deeper into the room, his legs moving on their own accord to Matty’s bedside.

He reached out, running his hands down his skinny shoulders, his sides, checking him over as if he knew what he was looking for, as if he could pinpoint what was wrong with him, what was hiding beneath the thin hospital gown. He had a cut on his cheek, a butterfly bandage holding it together, and George was sure his chest was bruised from the seatbelt and airbags, his neck aching from the whiplash. He leaned down, pressing their lips together. He licked into Matty’s mouth, burying his fingers in the curls, holding his head steady so as not to aggravate his neck, he could taste blood from Matty’s lip, he must have bitten it during the crash.

“You’re okay,” George whispered, eyes wide, as he pulled away, relief oozing from every pore. There was no alcohol on Matty’s tongue. “You’re okay.”

Matty sniffled, “I’m so sorry,” he said, he was crying quietly George realized, “I fucked up,” he hiccuped, “I’m so sorry.”

“Ssh,” said George sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling Matty into his arms. “It’s okay, you’re okay.”

Matty turned and buried his face against George’s chest, his breathing evening out as George ran his hand down his back, his hand hot against the cool bare skin visible between the open sides of the gown.

“What happened, love?” George asked, wanting to hear Matty’s account before he flagged down the doctor.

Matty sniffled and took a shaking breath. “Well,” he said wetly, “my car is fucked.”

George bit back a laugh. “We can replace that,” he said and Matty snorted.

“It was raining,” he said quietly, “and you know I don’t see too well at night anymore, and a deer ran out in front of the car, I tried to swerve, but I was going too fast, I just wanted to get home, and I ended up hitting a ditch on the side of the road,” he said the words coming in a rush. “And the next thing I knew the airbags went off and I was rolling down the hill.”

He took another breath, “they said I was lucky,” he said quietly, “that I had a good car, it could have been a lot worse.”

“So what you’re saying is we need to get you another Audi,” George said, trying to cheer Matty up, trying to make him smile, the grief and upset rolling off of him in waves making George’s heartbreak.

“I don’t think I want to drive anywhere for a while,” Matty said softly, keeping his eyes downcast. “The doctor’s said I can’t anyway, I have a concussion.”

“And that’s okay too,” said George, pressing another kiss to Matty’s lips in relief. “I’m just happy that you’re going to be alright.”

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sweetlilacscribbles · 9 months

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Credit to @vegafiction for their HUGE HELP with the graphic!

New Fears

Words: 2,480 Pairing(s): Yakou Furio/Vivia Twilight Fandom: Master Detectives Archive: Rain Code Warning(s): none Link: Chapter One

Instead, he lingers a foot off the ground, phasing through people as they rush along Kanai Ward's busy streets. Everyone he sees seems to have somewhere desperate they need to be, but Vivia has never felt a need to get anywhere that quickly. Nothing he sees around him is interesting enough to hurry to. Even Vivia's literature classes are painfully boring. Amusing, he thinks, how he can read endlessly in his own time, but the moment he's assigned books to read, he can't bring himself to even begin.

#viviakou #furilight #vivia twilight #yakou furio #master detective archives: rain code #fanfiction #audie scribbles

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arkiliastuff · 2 months

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Prologue - In a Concrete Jungle

Noah Sebastian x OFC (Aurey)

(pictures edited by me. Originals url linked on the pictures.)

A/N : I thought about this one for a while and, even though I have a lot of other fanfics that are waiting to be finished/written, I wanted to share this one in particular with you :D It's been on my mind for months, the lore maturing in my head. It's going to be a LOT different from what I usually write but I'm trying things and despite the dark mood in this story I hope you'll enjoy it as well ! :D

Warnings/Tags : Strangers/Enemies to Lovers trope, violence, blood, post-apocalyptical universe, cyber-futuristic vibe, "no god, no religion" vibe (I don't mean any form of disrespect in any religion), mention of trauma, death, loss, drugs, mental and physical abuse, trust and abandonment issues. (Just in case MDNI please).

Disclaimer : I haven’t read the comic book “Concrete Jungle” written by Noah Sebastian and illustrated by many cover artists such as Nicola Izzo, Jeremy Wilson and many more, so I don’t know much about the lore and the universe. I just got inspired by the song and the few panels of the comic book that I saw about it. The rest is a pure work of my imagination and it’s not related to anything official. Nothing is canonically official. This is totally fanfiction. And so this is how I pictured the world in the song “Concrete Jungle”.

~The little bean taglist : @valiantroeagleangel @talialovesmiw -> ask me if you want to be tagged :D

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She walked there, in this desolate landscape, with a strong determination. Two girls who seemed to look like her friends were following her, looking behind them briefly. Probably afraid of someone or something that will come after them. After all, they went out without authorization. They went out in this no man’s land, caused by gangs and mafias. Many civilians had perished. The survivors were hiding underground, in the subway. The reason why they went outside was because one of them, a girl with glasses and blue eyes, forgot her necklace at the church where she always went to pray. So after complaining to her friends about her precious loss, the strong-willed brunette who was among them decided to go and get the necklace back. The two other friends eventually followed her even though they were feeling nervous about disobeying.

“If we hurry, we will be back in no time” She said, trying to reassure her anxious friends.

And so, just like the bold brown-haired girl said, they arrived at the place. The church had been bombed. The two girls felt sad about the destruction, but the leader didn't seem to be moved by it. Instead, she was more focused on her mission, looking for the necklace, while making sure nobody would come to arrest them. She was in hypervigilance, almost looking paranoid. She looked everywhere under the seats and chairs that were still there until she saw something shiny. She reached for it and then wiped the dust on it. It was a crux with a silver chain.

“I found it, Faith.” She stated, calling for her friend.

The latter one walked towards her, analyzing what she found before realizing what it was.

“It's my necklace ! Thank you so much, Audy !” Faith replied happily, using the usual friendly nickname for her friend.

The latter one just nodded in silence, her focus back on her group and looking for their second friend.

“Where is Daisy ?”

The two of them looked around the ruined church before they saw the red-haired girl who was near some candles next to a shrine of prayer. She lit up a candle and prayed in silence for their sake. Faith joined Daisy, lighting up a candle as well while Audy was watching them, starting to get annoyed.

“Come on guys, we cannot stay here too long.”

“Just a few more minutes.” Daisy replied.

A few seconds later a breeze came through, extinguishing the timid flames on the two candles. From this moment, Faith and Daisy stood up and stopped praying, turning on their heels at the same time towards Audy.

“We’re done.” The first one said.

“The Lord has heard our prayers.” The second added.

“What ? Already ? But you just lit the candles a few minutes ago” Audy replied, confusion in her eyes.

“It is the way it is. It’s probably a good omen” Faith said.

“Wait.. Let me just light the candles again.” The brunette said sheepishly.

As she was going slowly to the shrine, about to light the candles with another one, both of her friends widened their eyes in shock, attempting to stop her.

“DON’T !” Daisy yelled.

“DON’T DO IT, AUDREY ! You’re disrespecting His words !”

The long browned-haired one stopped her movement in the air, the spark just above the candle’s wick reaching it slowly but surely. Then, she looked at Faith and Daisy, an angry and dead gaze in her dark eyes.

“Even if I lit up those candles again, do you think it would change a fucking thing for what happened to our city ? To our families ? To our friends ?” She replied, clenching her teeth together as she spat her words like venom, anger getting the best of her, before she continued.

“No, it wouldn’t. Don’t take that fucking breeze as a sign from your Lord, ‘cause you two know better that, if He wanted to help us, He would have done it already. We are responsible for our own downfall. For our own misery. And no Gods will ever help us. Only the demons that you’re afraid of will answer us because they're close to what we are.”

After that, she saw the shock on her friends' faces, trying to reach out to her and yelling at her that she was irreverent by saying those words. It was the shock before the sound of something falling as fast as lightning just dropped on the ruined church. And then everything exploded. Bricks of the building were thrown away at Daisy and Faith’s head, knocking them out immediately. Audrey got hit as well, feeling her blood flowing from her face before blurring her vision. The last thing she saw was her two friends on the ground, blood running from their heads. Then, it went completely white.

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Aurey woke up, sweating all over her body as she was panting, trying to gain some air. She put a hand on her forehead, trying to wipe the sweat away and checking it. There wasn’t any blood. She sighed in relief but not too long. She knew it couldn’t be just a dream.

“This wasn’t just a nightmare” She whispered to herself, knowing too well this situation.

She stood up, got her gear on her and packed her stuff together before leaving the spot where she slept. She knew she shouldn’t have slept there.

It was a small cave of collapsed buildings parted together which were composed of cables, metal pieces of broken engines everywhere.

It could crumble any minute. But she took the risk anyway, as she felt this one was more safe. She didn’t know how long she slept but she was aware it was late. Once she got out, she covered her nose as she smelled an heavy and toxic smoke. It was the smell of somewhat burned vehicles and trash cans not that far away. It was, probably, another threat from a gang who were arguing again in the city.

She put her customized respirator on, breathing again. Then, she started to climb up the ruins, reaching for a higher spot to get a better view. She climbed a few minutes after finding a window, which gave a great opening view from below. She took her binoculars out of her pocket and started to look around.

Through it, Aurey saw a usual wildfire in the city, on her right. She could barely hear the sound of gunshots. A lot was happening and she hoped her teammates could handle it while she went patrolling on her own. Suddenly she saw something blinking, in the corner of her left lens. She turned a bit more to her left and saw a black car entering the Nameless City. She had never seen a car like this before. This was the first time that she had witnessed new people arriving. Who could they be ? And why were they coming into this hell hole ? She made a mental note to herself to keep an eye on this vehicle and the people who were in it.

Meanwhile, Noah was lost in his thoughts as they were passing through the barbed wire gate of the city. He was just getting bored of the trip, having no idea why they got a call to come here. His partners and best friends in the car told him it was a well-paid mission, but he wasn’t really convinced by it. They had to do some cleanup as they were told. And given the sight of the city it seemed this town needed it. What was left of the police authorities were just broken cars, with no more tire or windows. They probably run away from all the chaos, just to survive somewhere else. Just being out of this mess. Noah kept staring through the window, his chin in the palm of his tattooed hand, just looking at all the clutter those crumbled buildings had made.

“A real concrete jungle…” He muttered.

Then he heard a howl. He was taken by surprise, not expecting to hear such a sound in this kind of city. He listened again, opening his window just to hear it more clearly. Another howling. It wasn’t human. It sounded more like an animal.

“ What was that ? Did you guys heard that ?” He said, his eyes widened as he couldn’t believe his ears.

"Heard what ?" Folio asked, not really paying too much attention to their surroundings.

"A howl. It sounded like a coyote. Or was it a wolf ?" Noah continued, his ears attentive to any other sound.

But the howling animal had stop. He still had no idea what his friends and him were getting into but he promised himself to investigate this strange city.

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PROLOGUE

(Gif and photo of Michaela DePrince)

This is an Original Character fanfiction. All Stranger Things characters and content are owned by Netflix and The Duffer Brothers.

a/n: This is my first fanfiction ever. I believe pacing and context is important in any story. This is going to be a slow burn. Hopefully this prologue gives you a little insight on who Diana Sinclair is separate from The Party.

I am a ballet dancer so there is a lot of dance terminology in this. I urge you all to look up some of these moves and positions.

Anywho, let me know what you all think!

Word Count: 1032

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PROLOGUE || PART I ||

Sunday November 6, 1983 - BELOV DANCE ACADEMY

Piqué tour. Piqué tour. Upper body. Piqué tour and…double pirouette en dedans.

“Beautiful, Diana.” Madame Petrovna praises over the melodic rhythm.

My cheeks grow hot and I continue to dance breathing deeply through my nose. I prepare myself for the hardest move: the Gargouillade. I still didn’t quite understand it, but let my body guide me through the movement. Extending my right foot dégagé to the side, rotating my leg in a small rond de jambe, while pushing off the floor with my left leg to do another rond de jambe with my left foot.

“And jump!” Madame Petrovna exclaims. “Yes, yes.”

I perform the gargouillade again, wincing slightly at the second rond de jambe. I didn’t circle my foot completely.

“Don’t show me you’re tired, Diana. This move is supposed to look effortless.”

I force myself to smile to hide my disappointment. Soutenu, soutenu, step, step. Double pirouette down to the knee and pose.

“Good. Very Good girls.” Madam Petrovna says, clapping her hands in her poised manner. Which meant we could do better. “Waltz of the Flowers to the stage please.”

We all curtsy before running off stage. As soon as my body disappears beyond the curtain, I deflate wiping the sweat off my forehead with the back of my hand. My cheeks burn from exertion. The Dance of Marzipan was a little over two minutes long but it was one of the hardest dances in The Nutcracker Showcase as lead.

The Waltz of the Flowers orchestration begin shortly after and I watch the performance quietly on my own, swaying from side-to-side en pointe, the malleable shank of my pointe shoes bending with the arches of my feet with each shift in weight. I need to start breaking in my other pair of pointe shoes mom bought for me two weeks ago. These were dead. I glance at my wristwatch. 7:00pm. I sigh, exhaustion weighing down on me. We’re running late as usual.

“You’re doing great,” a voice whispers near my ear.

I whip around, clutching my necklace.

“Sorry for scaring you!” Mei Wong says.

Mei Wong is the Sugar Plum Fairy in the annual showcase of The Nutcracker at Belov Dance Academy. She’s also a senior at Hawkins High, most of the girls at the Academy are. I didn’t talk to her or anyone much, my shyness getting the best of me. I always had Nancy until she quit last year. Mom says I need to “put myself out there more” and make new friends at the Academy. The proposition sounded like a death sentence.

I sigh in relief, revealing a small smile. “It’s okay.”

“I just wanted to say, you did so well in your routine. I think Madame Petrovna made a great choice picking you to be lead.”

The audition process for lead was grueling and downright nasty. The girls at the Academy were extremely competitive and I didn’t have a competitive bone in my body, choosing to have fun and enjoy the experience. It didn’t mean I wanted the part less than the other girls. Deep down, I really wanted it and practiced every day after school until the auditions with help from Nancy, Barbara and mom on technique and presentation. The voice at the back of my mind constantly nit-picked my skills. Taunting me with cruel words and insecure thoughts. You’re too short. You’re not good enough. You can’t dance. You will never be like Mei Wong or Sophie Miller. If it weren’t for Nancy, I would’ve made up an excuse to not audition.

Two weeks later in the front room of the Academy, I held my head high as I walked to the bulletin board and saw my name across Lead Marzipan.

“Thank you,” I say. “It means a lot coming from you.”

“Don’t thank me, you deserve it. Have you ever thought about Juilliard?”

Juilliard? Last month, Madame Petrovna announced that Mei Wong applied for Juilliard. That was huge for us small-towners. Unheard of even. Juilliard was Emerald City to us at Belov Dance Academy. A place where hopes and dreams can come true.

I shake my head, toying with my pendant. “No.”

“I think you should. I can definitely see you going there.”

I blink unable to comprehend what I heard. Mei Wong is by far the best dancer at the Academy and she was telling me she can see me at Juilliard. The Mecca of all things art. The magical place far from home. Mei looks at me, concern etching her features and I realize I’m staring at her.

“R-Really?” I stutter.

“Of course!”

“Oh, wow.” I answer, sounding breathless in my ears.

Mei nods her head in response and I sense the conversation is over. The silence is awkward and a wave of acid wells up in my stomach. I have so much to ask her, but the words are caught under the lump in my throat.

“I’m gonna get ready with Ben. I’ll talk to you later?”

I nod cursing violently in my head for being so…awkward. When Mei was far enough, I groan plopping myself down on the floor. Stretching my legs in a straddle split, I watch the girls in Waltz of the Flowers. I don’t pay attention because the acid in my stomach turned into butterflies. Juilliard. I never thought about the school until last month and now Mei thinks I should consider auditioning.

You know dad won’t let you go.

I lay down on my stomach resting my chin on the back of my hands. The butterflies in my stomach harden to knots. Juilliard is in New York. Dad wouldn’t even let me see Prince in Indianapolis. The closer to Hawkins, the better. Dad didn’t appreciate change. He was at peace in Hawkins and its simplicity. If he found out his baby girl wanted a life outside of Hawkins…I’m sure it’ll break his heart and I couldn’t stomach the possibility. The look on his face.

I shake my head, pushing down the thought. I just started sophomore year and had more than enough time to think about college. Especially Juilliard.

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OHHH WANNA KNOW ALL, but: 🧩, 🎨, 🥝, 🍄 (is 4 polite? i would send more cause im curious as hell but i have some decorum or something)

🧩 ⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

Oh, I'm a grammar snob, I'm afraid. Wrong use of a possessive, there/their confusion, incorrect use of periods and/or commas at the end of dialogue — I'm audi. Everyone makes small mistakes, sometimes, of course (I have! I still catch things in Lionheart that make me wince) but when it reads like it didn't get a second draft, I can't take it.

Also, NARM.

🎨 ⇢ link your favourite piece of fanart and explain why you like it

Anything in my #lionheart+art tag is immediately skyrocketed to the top of my roster by dent of being art About My Fic, which gives me gonzo dopamine just thinking about it, and sometimes I go through the tag to giggle and kick my feet and nerd out about how cool other people's art is. Anything that I've reblogged in my #dramione tag, actually, it's all incredible and jaw-dropping. I can't pick just one, I'd be here all day.

🥝 ⇢ do you lie a lot? what’s the most recent lie you told?

I don't! I'm quite deliberate about not lying, actually, it's more trouble than it's worth. I also believe there's almost always a way to tell the truth without hurting someone, and if there's not, then it's my job to judge carefully whether someone needs, wants, or deserves to know something that will hurt them.

I don't it's morally wrong, per se, I just don't like to do it. It's a pain in the ass.

#greenteacup asks #I answered the fourth one already! And you're so good ask as many as you want #the ask game is fun

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movedtodykedvonte · 1 year

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Addisons: he didn't change that much, whatever happened to him was bad, but surely not horrible?

Spamton: bitch, I forgot what it's like to feel touch, taste and heavens knows what else, what do ya think???

What do they actually think happened to him? If it's not a spoiler or wasn't mentioned before and I forgot, read a lot of fanfiction, tend to mix dome things up

It’s a mixed bag of what they think.

Audi and Banner thought he was dead. Audi was in denial for a while, delusionally so (I HC the mannequin looks like Spamton for a reason..) but Banner was dismissive enough of Spamton’s rate of survival that it rubbed off, cause hoping and waiting was just hurting Audi more as the years went on with no notices. Banner pretty much believed something bad happened the moment he heard the garbage noise on the phone, they didn’t immediately believe he was dead but thought foul play was involved. The guilt that they didn’t stop it easier to deal with believing he was dead and not out there suffering.

Surv and Pop always had a hope he was alive. I will get into it but a part of Surv working primarily out of town for the most part comes from him believing they can’t find him in the city cause he left. He takes work in distance but not too far areas and has this underlying hope that he’d catch a shadow of his old companion that would lead to something. Pop always thought Spamton was out there surviving. He didn’t how or where but he knew Spamton was too scrappy to just keel over after his fall from the top. Pop worked like crazy to forget about it, she took jobs and just waited for him to come up. Spamton was a ghost in her mind but very much no dead in her heart.

Now that he’s back they just believe he was roughing it on his own the whole time. They don’t know he was a puppet or realize how bad he had it as a big shot yet cuz they never had a lot of contact when the calls got bad. Of course they heard rumors of him being a scammer on the street but they were too scared of them just being rumors to investigate. (they couldn’t keep getting their hopes up.)

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5sosghostwriter · 2 years

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a perfect contradiction 🖤🤍 L.H. trailer please check it out 🥺

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audikatia · 2 months

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Before they had kissed, Ronan never really pictured Adam in the kitchen like he was now. He had tried not to think of him at all, ultimately a useless exercise, but sometimes his mind would betray him with tantalizing thoughts of Adam laughing beside him in the car as they raced against faceless adversaries, Adam panting in his neck with his knobby hand around Ronan, Adam eating cherry tomatoes in the bright heat of summer until the seeds spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Now Ronan thought he would do anything to keep Adam here, settled into the roots of his family home where he blended into the muted colors of the kitchen like he belonged.

He watched Adam work methodically at the island. He was mixing together some blend of ingredients with a scent that wafted as sweet as the late morning sun through the lace curtains. There was powdered sugar on his face, ghost-like and faint. Adam bit his lip as he concentrated, and Ronan felt all over again the phantom press of Adam’s teeth on his neck.

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An excerpt from the next chapter of Transubstantiation

Thanks for the tag, @kelliealtogether! Tagging @the-prince-of-tides @northisnotup and anyone who wants to do this who hasn't already been tagged!

#personal #Transubstantiation #The Raven Cycle #Pynch #audi's fanfiction #TRC fanfiction

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cheesewelsom · 2 years

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So harry potter AU, this may be cringy and embarrassing but I've been reading those Harry potter 2015/2017 fanfics in fanfic.net so here we go!

SA! Hermione

Abused! Harry

Neglected! Ron

Yep, those kind of stories lol.

So i created these little scenes about em' so lets gooo!

"hermione why did we go to the muggle world? "Ron annoyingly asked for the 27th time in an hour, hermione just rolled her eyes and waved her wand back and forth.

The 5-seated, banged up car they had rented turned into the newest model car which was Audi A4 ( she would rather go for thr Toyota Supra but that had only two seats. )

"this is amazing! " Harry smirked as he sprinted behind hermione to get to the car, "imagine how many people would gawk at this beauty! They'd be jealous for sure! "

"... At a colored car? What's do beautiful about this piece of scrap mate? "

"please ron, "harry rolled his eyes, "this ain't the magical world. This is muggle world ron, cars like these are expensive, no body wanna buy faintly brooms. " Harry huffed with a annoyance, with every bit of sour in his tounge. "I watch guys buy these and roll across our street, I don't wanna talk about brooms. "

Harry got in but then looked at them, "who's gonna drive? " He asked in confusion.

Ron raised a brow at him that meant, ' oi, mate, are you joking right now? "

Hermione sighed. "Well, since i i already got a card,might as well turn it into a drivers license. "

"what's that? " Harry never heard of a drivers license before. "Is it like.. a mosquito in your hair? "

"first of all, it's an ID. second of all the mosquitoes are actually insects. "Hermione sighed as she got into the drivers seat and looked at ron. "Are you waiting for your green light ronald? Hop on. "

"wait, wait i just Don't get the reaction for this scrap of metal on plastic circles. "

"you'll see! "Like an excited kid, harry had this big gigantic grin on his face, "where to first? "

"food mate. "

"food? This early? "

"yeah? "

"you can live without food for a few more hours ron. "

"why not the mall? "Hermione groaned, "so both of you could do what you want. "

"is there an arcade in the mall mione? "Harry tsk'ed.

"yes harry, there is. "Hermione said as she started the engine.

"is there a restaurant in this mall hermione? "Ron also began to ask.

"yes ron, there is also a restaurant. "

After a couple of hours driving.. and hermione's patience dwindling. They finally get into a parking lot and made their way into the mall.

Once they enter the mall, the cold air greeted them. "... Hermione this is awesome! "All of harry's worries flooded away ad the cold hair circled around him.

They walked around and first stop, the arcade. "We'll pick you up at... Four? " Hermione looked at him.

"hmm maybe.. "

"just take the four mate. "

."fine, four pm "harry puffed angerly at ron, ron just rolled his eyes. Harry didn't want ron to have the last word. " Four thirty. Pick me up at four thirty. "

Hermione just agreed to it silently.

Then hermione dropped ron off to the food court, then she went to the library.

...

Harry eas playing a game, it took up most of his time and he liked it that way. Then suddenly a man roughly shook his shoulders. Harry looked up at him with a blank stare was a million thoughts ran through his head.

"harry, harry, harry dear. " Harry snapped out to see the scene. Ron beating up the guy and hermione in front of him.

"hermione... Can i hug you? "Harry asked, hermione froze for a second before nodding and they hugged, hermione could feel water on the side of her neck but she just didn't tell anyone.

They got kicked out of the mall for violence, but whatever. So they brought ice cream and gone back to hogwarts.

SO LIKE, SINCE I GOT THIS AU FROM OLD TIME FANFICTION.. SHOULD I CALL THIS 'OLD FICTION AU ', or ' CRINGE AU ' anyways, merry Christmas!

#harry potter #Harry #hermione granger #hermione #Ron weasley #Ron #golden trio #golden trio AU

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royalwriteroftheuniverse · 1 year

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I posted 537 times in 2022

That's 537 more posts than 2021!

130 posts created (24%)

407 posts reblogged (76%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@nana1000night

@royalwriteroftheuniverse

@sapphire-rogers

@holylulusworld

@hawkeyes-queen

I tagged 78 of my posts in 2022

#chris evans - 64 posts

#avengers - 64 posts

#steve rogers - 62 posts

#ransom drysdale - 61 posts

#ari levinson x female reader - 60 posts

#ari levinson imagine - 60 posts

#chris evans x plus size reader - 60 posts

#steve rogers fanfiction - 59 posts

#chris evans characters - 58 posts

#chris evans comfort - 51 posts

Longest Tag: 34 characters

#ransom drysdale x plus size reader

My Top Posts in 2022:

Chris and I- bringing our Baby home for the first time

18+ just in case ALL FLUFF (slight mention of parent death) bringing baby home from being born choose ur own Chris (its an AU) COMMENTS & REBLOGS APPRECIATED no permission to repost republish or tralnslate.

"Chris why are you driving so slow?" I'm with our baby in the back while he's driving the Audi, (always my favorite car)

"Because"

"Yea but hon it's our private road my baby's gunna turn three before we get to the house."

"Um excuse me its our Baby"

"Sure let's just so with that." I playfully roll my eyes and see Chris pout in the rear view mirror.

"That's not funny you know how long I've wanted a family for."

"I do and I'm sorry." I pause for a few second. "Actually I'm not because you're taking forever and I am in desperate need of a bath and she is going to need to be changed soon and you should get rest. Because I am not letting her cry herself to sleep. A d-"

"You think I'd do that? Hell no."

"Good because I'm not going to be the only one getting up so if you can increase to may at least 10 miles an hour. I'd appreciate it."

"Fine. "

"Dare I even ask for 30?" I flirty teases.

"Don't push it." His lip curls a bit.

My phone dings

"Oooo"

What?

"Scott left us cheesecake in the fridge and your mother will be bringing us dinner! God I love your family."

My tears well up

"I know. I'm sorry hon. I'm sure your mother would've loved to be here but I know she's watching over us. "

"I know I just....."

"Hey it's ok you've got my family and they love you more than me so"

I laugh

"It's gunna be weird without dodger there but I can't wait until he gets to meet his baby sister." I changed the topic in a dime-I know. And I know Chris knows I did that on purpose- it's too painful to talk about right now; especially with emotions all over the place.

"I'm glad everyone understood we wanted some alone time."

"Well it was that or we leave them on a porch to freeze."

"Oh my sweet little one you have no idea how much you're loved." I caress her cheek.

"Oh she knows did you see how much she loved people. Who visited her she drank it up."

"Oh I saw. I'm glad she has a big family who loves her. She's so beautiful."

"Just like her mama."

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Morning with Stevie

All fluff to make up for the angst from Ari's story yesterday.

reblogs and comments welcome no permision to posting or publishing on any website or print.

The sun woke me up. My eyes fluttered to adjust to the bright lights. His arms are wrapped around me, just like how we fell asleep last night. Cuddling.

"Good morning love" a certain soilder wispered in my ear pulling me closer to him.

I sighed happily, almost giggling as he easily slid me over to him.

"Morning" I turned a bit to see his smiling face. Then I was laughing a bit.

"What."

"Your hair is all over the place soilder boy."

He just smiled. He looked so happy.

I smoothed it out a little using my fingers as a comb. I love the little boy-ish swoop his hair does.

Then I put my hand on his cheek,

"You ok?"

My thumb was rubbing his insanly smooth skin. Steve turned his head and kissed my palm.

"Yea. You know I thought I'd be nervous or sad maybe anxious but I feel happly it's like I have a whole new life to look foward to. One with you."

"Hmm. I'm proud of you. You know that right. Everything you've done, which I think you deserve to be an admiral or some stars but,"

He rolled his eyes. I tell him that every day and every day I mean it more than the last.

"Really, I'm proud. I'm serious. You deserve this and so much more."

He pulled me in even closer and kissed my head,

"I have you which is more than I deserve,"

He leaned into me ear "but all I want"

"I love you Steve."

"I love you too."

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184 notes - Posted August 29, 2022

Another Morning with Stevie

"Steve?" ( p.s. fluff warning 18+ just incase)

"Mmm" there was a humming near my ear, The likes of which put a smile on my lips. At the same time at the sound my skin was vibrating and it was comforting beyond belief. It was like I could breathe out everything and not even worry about having to breathe out any stress or anxiety for the rest of my life.

But I already knew he was there. The warmth of another body was so nice and comforting,

"Hi"

He looked so happy.

"What's got you all smiley this morning?"

"Waking up to the girl of my dreams in my arms. Getting to stay here as long as we care to and cuddle."

"No 20 minutes 50 mile run?"

"No and it's not 50 miles." He chuckles and rolled on to of me using his legs/knees to support his weight.

"I don't care. All I know is it takes you away from me. " I wrapped my arms around his neck.

"Well we don't have to worry about that anymore now do we?" His bright blue eyes showed nothing but happiness.

Well you know what we do have worry about?

What? His head straightened and his face stilled and turned serious.

"What?"

"Me being cold."

His serious face turned to worry

"You want a blanket"

"No I don't want you to move one muscle."

"Yes ma'am"

He kissed me.

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212 notes - Posted September 3, 2022

Cuddly warm morning with Steve

18+ just in case

Warning: none just fluff...unless you consider not letting Steve go a warning. No permission to post anywhere else publish or translate REBLOGS AND COMMENTS welcome

"Come on princess time to wake up." Steve said into my hair. As he snaked an arm around my waist

"You need to get up" he continued as I grumbled and did the only logical thing...

I turned my head into his chest and snuggled into him while lying on top of him that ensured he'd never wake me now. He never did when I did that. We just lied there in silence while he rubbed my back. Always. Well whenever I wanted. Or he wanted. Why would today be any diffrent?

I snuggled further into him and felt my hands fall to his side as he wrapped his arms around me the cuddly warmness is perfection that I know I could talk my way into staying all day.

And it worked...for a little bit. Next thing I remember Stevie is softly caressing my cheek with a finger to wake me up-again.

"I dontwanna" I knew I was sluring my words and I knew he was silently chuckling a little bit as his chest moved a little I dont like to be woken up. And I know I was acting like a toddler and clutching on to Stevie but I don't care. It was a mutual understanding that's how I was. And you know what- he never complained.

"Ok babe you really gotta get up"

"No"

"Ok I really gotta get up."

"No" I'm not letting him go.

"We just gunna stay here forever?"

"Yes"

"Are you ever going to say more than one syllable?"

"No."

I waited to keep up my one syllable sentences.

"Sleep."

He chuckled.

"I'm not going to win this am I?"

"No"

"Ok, ok we'll stay in bed." He said shaking his head and giving me kiss

I smiled.

"Just for today"

If that man thinks I'm ever using to let him go he has another thing comming.

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306 notes - Posted September 23, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I Just had a Baby with Chris

We all have our favorite Hollywood Chris so choose your favorite to have a child with.... at least fictional chose your favorite but I did write in Christopher Robert Evans name (I do not know him personally and this is an alternative Universe with how my version of Chris would act. )

Comments Welcome nd reblogs welcome to not repost translate or publish anywhere

18+ just in case as always language, mentions of breastfeeding a baby just hours of childbirth nothing graphic fluff a tiny tiny bit of angst because someone wants to hold thier daughter while the other- oh well you'll see but totally fluff:

"Hey look its Mommy she's waking up, say hi Mommy" Chris placed a gentle kiss to to his sleepy newborn daughter and waved her tiny hand. He was walking around the room with his shirt off and the baby just in her diaper

"Honey she's 12 hours old I think the skin to skin contact is-"

"Hey," he whined "you get skin to skin"

"Well I'm breastfeeding her, its inevitable."

"Let me have her now." He moved sideways half in possession had in teasing.

"Chris she's not going to automatically because a daddys girl just cause of that."

He pouted "I can try."

I smiled it was cute he's been waiting so long for this and all he wanted was just to hold her. But I didn't want her to get cold. But I guess Chris body heat helps. I looked at the time.

"Gimmie she gunna be hungrey"

"No she's fine." He gave her a few kisses on the side of her head."

"Christopher Robert Evans are you withholding our daughter from me?"

"No I-"

"Need I remind you who spent 18 hours of labor I. Want. My. Child." I growled because oh hell no "Dont you dare-"

"Ok, ok. Look Mamas all protective she loves you so much. Daddy knows better than to say no."

"You already did now give me my child." I don't know why but at this moment I was ready to kill him.

Then she started getting fussy and the started crying within seconds.

"Sweetheart now look what you did she's crying she needs her mother."

"She needs her father too."

"Don't make me throw this tissue box. Give me my child I will not ask again." She was full on crying and I need my child I was thinking of how I could kill him and not let our baby fall to the floor.

"Ok ok" Chris handed her over.

"Hi there baby" she was still crying

"I know Daddy doesn't listen to Mommy he loves you but Mommy know when you need food doesn't she." I cooed "yea I know you're Hangrey just like Mama"

She cried harder with a higher pitch, making Chris wince,

"Just like Mama," I smiled. She is definitely my kid.

I got my chest out and arranged to hold her and within seconds she was feeding and calming down. Frankly so was I.

I looked at him with an I told you so.

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