#allison appreciation week

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TUA Appreciation Week: Day 2 → Favorite Season

#tua #tua appreciation week #the umbrella academy #tua s2 #tua season 2 #tua gif #tua gifs #luther hargreeves #diego hargreeves #allison hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #five hargreeves #ben hargreeves #viktor hargreeves

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Written for Teen Wolf Appreciation Week

Day 1: Female Characters

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Allison Argent & Victoria Argent Characters: Victoria Argent, Allison Argent Additional Tags: Pre-Canon, Mother-Daughter Relationship, Character Study, Baking, Friendship, Victoria was a good mom, Teen Wolf Appreciation Week 2022 Summary:

Just because Victoria didn't tell Allison about the Argent family business, that doesn't mean she never taught her daughter anything.

#teen wolf appreciation week #allison argent #victoria argent #teen wolf fanfiction #character study #teen wolf appreciation week 2022 #twaw2022

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Sharing is caring (George Russell)

A long weekend with the Russells

Note: english is not my first language. I know this is very very very overdue, but hopefully it's still enjoyable!

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so as I'll try to get to them the best I can!

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Tw: pregnancy

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"Are you guys doing well back there?", you asked the kids as George drove the four of you up to his parents' house. According to the screen display, you still had a little over an hour until you arrived at George's parents house where you would be staying for the long weekend to enjoy some family time before the season picked up again.

"Does anyone need a bathroom break?", George asked, looking at Olivia and Arthur through the rear view mirror, "I'm fine", Olivia chirped in, "me too, I'm okay", Arthur added.

"You're doing okay, too?", George asked you, hand on your thigh as he drove, "I'm fine. I never want to say it too loud, but I think morning sickness stopped two weeks ago", you added.

"Little one has had enough causing raucous", George whispered, turning his attention back to the road ahead.

"We're nearly there, right, daddy?", Arthur asked as he recognised the streets as the car approached his grandparents' house, "yes, we just turn here and at the end there", George replied as you texted your mother in-law, letting her know to open the big gate so no one had to get out of the car.

"Guys, you're here! Did you have a good trip?", Allison welcomed you into the house, hugging the kids who immediately ran and hugged her legs, "grandma!!", they excitedly said.

"We did, it was fine. There was a little traffic at the end, but we were so close I think it barely bothered us", you said as you greeted Steve, walking inside the house and making sure the kids left their shoes by the door.

"I'm going to take the bags upstairs", George said, kissing your forehead, "I'll be right back", he smiled as you ushered Olivia and Arthur to the bathroom, "Y/N, here, darling, our some slippers on!", Allison offered.

Since Allison and Steve lived on their own again, as every child had now fled the nest, they updated the bedrooms, you and George staying in the guest bedroom with a double bed and the kids occupying the room they had for whenever the grandchildren stayed over.

"Lunch is ready, so when you can come down, we're waiting for you", George's mother called him as he helped you sort out the room for your children, "we'll be down in a little, thanks!".

After eating and helping tidying the kitchen, George took the kids out to the garden, hoping to use up their energy since they spent the whole morning inside a car.

"Is the swing alright, dad?", George questioned, "yes, me and Benjy sorted it out a few weeks ago. It's good as new", he answered, prompting George to take the kids to the renovated swing set.

When he was younger, he didn't spend too much time at home since racing required him to spend a lot of time away, but the times he did spend back home were filled with memories os this swing.

"Is this the old swing you told us about?", Arthur said, unsure of the whole apparatus since he heard stories from when his father and his uncle and aunt were much younger.

"Yes, me and uncle Benjy used to spend a lot of time here with auntie Cara, too! Who wants to go first?", he said as Olivia volunteered.

"It's safe, Arthur, see?", she said as she balanced her body back and forth, making her brother feel a little more comfortable with the whole thing, "I'll share it with you later, okay?".

"Sharing is important", George began, "and the fact that you guys always share is very nice, me and mummy are very proud of you", he said as Arthur picked some flowers from the grass and gave some to Olivia.

"We're siblings, of course we share everything", Arthur said naturally. It was true. For him, even if Olivia picked on his buttons a few times, he wouldn't ever not want to share something with her.

"Would you want to share your things with somebody else?", George tried as the kiss both looked at him like they didn't know what he was on about, "what I means is, would you mind having to share your things with someone else?", he clarified.

The pregnancy news were still between you and George, excluding your doctor. Because the kids could easily spill the news to somebody else and you had been specially careful so the news would stay between the people you wanted to until the doctor considered it was okay.

"I always share with my friends, too. But yesterday I had all the grapes mummy cut up for me because they were really good and I really wanted them", Arthur admitted as Olivia quirked a brow, "I think we could, yes. Even our toys, we share them too", Olivia added.

George seemed satisfied enough with the answers, hoping that when you broke the news they wouldn't have a complete meltdown.

"C'mon, Liv, it's Arthur's turn", George requested gently, the girl hopping off so her brother could have a go.

"What is mummy doing?", your son asked, "she was helping grandma with tonight's dinner when I asked if she wanted to come with us", George offered.

When they arrived back in time to have a quick shower and get ready for family dinner, you and George dressed them in comfortable clothes since it was just close family. Once they started arriving, the kids found their spot on the floor of the living room, playing with toys and colouring books while the adults caught up with eachother.

"Y/N! I haven't seen you in so long!", Cara said as she came up to you for a hug, "we've been busy, but we managed to sort some time out to come up here", you smiled, offering her the little pastries you had been working on with your mother in-law, "these are delicious!".

Excusing yourself from the group, you went to check on the kids, sitting on the sofa and getting a few cuddles from your nieces and nephews, "auntie Y/N!", one of them gasped, "you almost fell asleep while I was showing you my drawing", he said as Arthur snickered, "I'm sorry, sweetheart, you can show me again, please", you offered, rubbing the sleep away from your eyes.

"Darling, do you want some wine? We found your favourite in the shops the other day, Steve bought a couple of bottles", your mother in-law smiled as she stretched her arm to receive your glass when you were all in the dining room, "I don't, thank you for thinking of me, though", you smiled, exchanging a look with George that wasn't missed by his sister.

"I saw that!", Cara pointed out, "what was that?!", she questioned her brother, knowing he would break under her stare.

"Y/N has something to tell you", he quickly offered, passing the ball to your court as you felt everyone's eyes on you.

"This is not how it was supposed to go, but there wasn't a proper plan either, so... we are having a baby!", you announced, unfolding your leggings and letting your small baby bump show.

"Oh my goodness, another baby!", Allison cooed as your children looked at George for confirmation, "you're going to have a little brother, guys!", he said as they ran to hug you baby bump.

"I noticed your tummy was bigger, but I just thought you had a big lunch!", Arthur said, delighting everyone as they laughed, George watching everyone congratulate you before also congratulating him, "congratulations, darling", his mother kissed his cheek.

"We've been a little more careful this time around, did all the tests and in the blood test, the doctor told us were having a little boy", you smiled, kissing the top of your kids' heads as they latched onto your sides.

"Well, we can celebrate with the wine still! Some juice for you, Y/N", Steve poured in your cup.

When it came to bedtime, the kids didn't want to sleep in a separate room from you, and since the bed was big enough, you allowed them to sleep with you and George.

"That's what I'm saying, guys. It doesn't mean mummy is sick, but it means she needs our help more, she won't be able to do all things at once and it's our job to make sure she rests, as well", you heard your husband tell the kids while you brushed your teeth in the en suite bathroom.

"Time for sleep, kids", you said, lying down on the mattress, you and George brushing each of their hairs as they switched off, almost like a button, "they used up all their energy today", George began, "Did you know these two were wondering how they could help you, because they were worried that you are tired. You even fell asleep on the sofa..!", George tried his best to mimick his nephew shocked expression, earning one of your beautiful laughs.

"I love them so much", you sighed, "and I love you", you kissed his lips.

Kissing your forehead, George's hand managed to reach your bump despite the little boy latching on you like a koala and your daughter lying on top of him, drawing random shapes on it, "not as much as I love all of you".

#george russell imagine #george russell fanfic #george russell x reader #george russell fluff #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic

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She's my Angel I Five Hargreeves x Reader

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Post Apocalypse Au! pt.2

WC: ~3,258 Warnings/Tags: Sexual Tension, Mentions of Abuse, Agedup!Five, Mentions of previous trauma, 18+

Summary: The Umbrella Academy saved the world, the Commission is no longer after them, the moon is in one piece and everyone’s lives start to fall back into place. Five attempts to start his life over again when Klaus brings home a girl with unusual shadow powers. ⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡

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The Apocalypse was over and Five Hargreaves did what he did best, drink and cope. The first few weeks of freedom he tried things he had missed early on in his childhood. It started when Viktor took him shopping for a new, more appropriate wardrobe, that someone who looked his age would wear. Then he would often visit the park just to admire the beauty of places that were once a baron landscape. And sometimes he just spent his time reading catching up on what he missed in the last few years.

But old habits die hard when you spend 54 years alone and the next 2 weeks desperate to save yourself and save your family. Maybe Klaus was right when he called the apocalypse his drug because, for a while, it was all he’d ever know.

Five hadn’t slept well in a long time and despite his newfound freedom without the looming feeling of impending doom. He would find himself waking up at 4 am to check his window and just to see if everything was real.

The Academy had been empty for a bit, the first week his family had stayed back to collect themselves, celebrate, and appreciate one another but slowly their lives fell back into place. Allison went back to Claire wanting to get back her career and her daughter back. Luther wanted to find his independence and took a small helping from his inheritance to live on his own. Diego and Lila had also moved out in hopes of continuing to grow their relationship and perhaps find happiness in normalcy. Viktor, now confident in himself wanting to explore the world more began traveling and meeting new people. To Five it felt like everyone had moved on, except him. He had been the one to jump through time, and now he felt like he was stuck in it.

However this morning, his silent coffee and breakfast time was interrupted but a surprisingly sober Klaus barging through the door with a girl no taller than 5’3 who looked as if she had been dragged through the mud and a forest in his arms.

“I didn’t know where to bring her she ran into me frantic and couldn’t speak much,”

“There wasn’t anyone chasing her so I have no idea where she came from and she’s in pretty bad shape.”

Klaus looked panicked, he felt bad for the beat-up girl in his arms but what could he do besides bring her to the place he knew could help her best.

Grace and Pogo immediately took action, bringing the girl into the spare room to care for her wounds.

“What makes you think you can just bring random people in here? She could be dangerous?”

Five arched his eyebrow at Klaus’s behavior. He wasn’t a trusting man but he trusted his brother’s intuition and the girl genuinely looked like she needed help.

“I couldn’t just leave her on the road. I’m not a bad person Five. There’s something different about her I swear.”

Five looked distrustful at what his brother was saying.

“Well, we’ll just have to see when she wakes up.”

The two went back to doing their own things in the Academy waiting for you to wake up.

————————-3 days later————————

The sun shone brightly in the room you stayed at. Your eyes slowly opened, blinking harshly to adjust to the shining light. You had no idea where you were, this new place was uncomfortable and unfamiliar. Warm wood furniture decorated the walls, and the mattress you slept on seemed more comfy, soft, and warmer than your old hay-filled cot. Unsurprisingly your wounds ached but were clean nevertheless. You jumped when the door swung open to reveal a monkey? no an ape? in a suit. "Ah you're finally awake, Ill let the others know"

"I am Pogo by the way, please rest, we don't want your stitches reopening." Maybe it was the exhaustion catching up to you, but you listened to his words and laid back, staring at the large high ceilings waiting to see if whoever brought you here would be your like your old doctors. Back downstairs Pogo noticed Five pacing around in the living room. "Any troubles worrying you?" "Yes that girl, I can't find any information about her, she had no ID, no name card, I even looked around the area trying to track back where she came from, and nothing." Five glanced around, more cautious of his surroundings

"What if the commission sent her?" "This is not good, not good at all"

And with a quick turn, he teleported to the room of which his unwelcome guest occupied. A flash of blue interrupted your daydreams when a boy about your age in a green flannel, cargo pants, with slightly long side parted hair entered your space. Besides appearing out of nowhere he looked almost normal, but that didn't stop you from being scared. Shivering you pushed yourself back on the bed as far as you could to try to get away from him. Sensing your fear Five held out his hands as a way to show you some form of peace. Lowering one hand he slowly approached you. But the closer he came the farther back you shuffled. Something wasn't right Five thought. You were terrified of him, what had happened to you to cause you to be in such a state.

Hey Im not going to hurt you, I don't know who you are but Im not going to hurt you." Five could see that you weren't budging so he reached into his pocket and pulled out a hazelnut toffee-flavored candy. He wasn't a big fan of sweets but had kept some from his last visit to a local coffee shop. "Here you must be a little hungry, it's good to see." He popped it in his mouth to show her that it was safe, not a trick. Slowly you reached out and touched his hand, grabbing the little treat, unwrapping it before letting the gooey sweet melt on your tongue. Five smiled at your reaction. "See? It was good." He thought you looked adorable with big doe eyes waiting to see if he had any more. He reached into his right pocket and pulled out another handle full of candies. "Ill give you one each time you answer a question. Can you do that for me?" You nodded slowly. "Okay, can you tell me your name?" "Angel" you pointed to yourself "Five" you pointed to him. You had heard Klaus shouting his name when you entered the house. "Angel? Do you have a last time?" "Five. Five Hargreeves" He pointed to himself. "Angel" You repeated. Okay maybe you didn't have a last name that was fine, at least he had gotten a name. He gave you another candy and watched you excitedly open it. "Okay Angel, another question where did you come from? Who or what were you running from?" "Doctor" you responded looking down. "What Doctor? What did he do to you." You felt like you should have known better than to trust the boy in front of you, but he looked so earnest so sweet, that you decided to show him your secret. Opening your fist a ball of shadows appeared in your hand before you tossed it into the air letting whatever light was in the room dissipate. Five knew what this had suggested. Whoever took you, held you captive, and experimented on you. Perhaps they were trying to make you into one of the unlucky 43. Another candy was handed to you.

“Show me more” Five demanded. You blinked at him slowly before he put another candy in your hand. “Show me.”

You looked at him and brought both your hands up into the air. He watched shadows run from the ground into the room and swirl around you. It appeared you could summon shadows at your will and control them.

“Good girl” and another candy as placed in your hand. "Tell me, Angel, do you know where or who it was? Do you know the name of the commission?" You stared at him blankly not understanding what he said. Before Five could ask any more questions Klaus had burst through the door. "My Angel! You are okay !" As he rushed towards you to grab your face. Stunned you jolted back from his presence. "Angel, that's why she called herself that, it's not her name, it’s what you called her!" Five went to smack Klaus in the back of the head when his hand was stopped by a shadow. "No hurt, Klaus friend" With heart eyes, Klaus dove into Angel's arms "LOOK AT MY ANGEL PROTECTING ME!!" With the gentleness of a newborn deer, Angel reached out to Klaus with a small sweet in her hand. "Candy?" "For me? Of course, Angel thank you!" Rolling his eyes at the scene Five teleported to his room to think. Where had this girl come from she had no name could barely speak and had a dark power with unknown consequences. Angel clad in Umbrella Academy uniform, and Klaus were in the living room when a flash appeared in the doorway. "Cinco! Where are you off to?" "Library I need to do some research." But just before he would reach for the doorknob a body was flung into his back. "Here take Angel with you, she needs a new set of clothes, can't have her wearing this uniform, you know all about that wouldn't you?" Klaus said as he shoved Angel forward. "I don't have time, I'm not a babysitter." Five expressed as he grabbed your arms and pushed you back. "Five...mad?" You looked up at Five with tears in your eyes. Reaching out to his face with his hand you softly pet his cheek. "Five...happy. Happy"

The time travelers face softened at the kindness you showed while trying to console him.

“I’m sorry Angel, yes Five is happy. Come on let’s go.”

He grabbed your hand ignoring the feeling of his heart when your soft skin wrapped around his.

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“Alright Angel, as cute as you look in the uniform we have to get you some normal clothes.”

Five looked over at you, but you were looking out the window. His green eyes passed over the cuts on your legs and the faint but visible bruises on your neck. It wondered him how someone could do this to you, turn a girl who seemed like an Angel into a shadow user. He parked the car at Gimble's before flashing to your side of the door to open it, Five was still a gentleman after all. "Okay now Angel, we're here to buy you some new clothes." You nodded your head to show you understood him and hopped out of the car excited to see the world around you. Being locked up for so long you had forgotten what the outside world looked like. Today the sky was blue with warm gusts of winds filling the air. People and families were seen chattering about. You reached out to grab Five's arm and pulled him closer to the store. Five chucked at your childlike antics, letting himself be whisked away by you. You dragged him to the dress section; some of the kinder doctors had given you books to look at to pass the time, many of them being princess books. There were cute frilly dresses that caught your eye immediately. Rushing forward you grabbed 3 dresses that might have suited you. With a sigh Five grabbed your shoulders wanting to tell you to go find some more practical everyday clothes. But after seeing the glimmer in your eye as if you found the most priceless thing...he couldn't bear take that away from you. "Come on Princess, let's go try them on." He ushered you to the changing room and waited outside. As he turned his back you grabbed his hand, but Five had yanked it back at the unexpected contact. He wasn't completely used to physical touch yet.

Ignoring this you grabbed his hand once more and tried to take him into the dressing room with you. "No Angel I can't go with you, just put on the dresses inside and Ill wait out here."

You had refused to let go of his hand. With another sign he allowed himself to be pulled into the confined space of the changing room. You quickly shimmied out of the uniform skirt and tie throwing it into a random corner. Five's face turned a deep scarlet red, although he was an older man the sight of your small and barely clothes body was enough to make him shift in his pants. Before he could embarrass himself any further he blinked out into the waiting room fanning his face as if he ran a marathon. There were small warning signs in his brain, don't get too attached, she doesn't know better, please don't get a boner right now. Trying to collect himself he put his hands in his face wanting to be anywhere but here right now. You interrupted his train of thought when you came out bouncing with a big smile on your face. The dress you picked out was a cute white summer dress that was white had thick straps tied on your shoulders. The skirt part stopped right above your knees and flared out with a twirl. You looked absolutely adorable, an Angel who wielded the power of a devil. "You look...beautiful" Five muffled through his hand. "Beautiful?" You questioned. "Yes you, Angel, you are beautiful." And as if your smile couldn't get any bigger, you ran and jumped into Five, his arms slowly wrapping around your frame to prevent you from falling.

"Five! Beautiful!" You smiled and pointed at him. Your fingers had graced his cheeks into a smile. Pointing at his dimple "Five! Beautiful" you repeated. "Oh, you think I'm beautiful Angel?" Five couldn't help but also feel happy and continue smiling, something about you felt like a breath of fresh air. His last few weeks had been nonstop paranoia and feeling the effects of an identity crisis, but hearing your laughter and seeing you call him beautiful, it felt as if he was actually living again. However, that didn't stop the nagging fear in the back of his mind of where you came from and what had happened to you. Perhaps it was the assassin in him that just couldn't let him...enjoy a moment. "Come on Angel, let’s get the rest of the dresses and pay. We need to head to the library before it closes." You nodded your head and skipped off to grab the rest of your dresses and clothes. You and Five stood at the cashier waiting to pay. "That will be 45.78." Five pulled out a 50 and felt your head lean on his shoulder. "Five, thank you." You looked up at him with a mischievous gleam in your eye. As he was retrieving his change you leaned up and placed your soft lips on the corner of his mouth. "Five happy?" He looked down at you and blushed "Yes Five is very happy." ————————The Library—————————- You were sat in Five's lap flipping through a picture book while he was doing research. Unfortunately, there was almost no information about any kind of suspicious activities in the area where they had found you or even how you even got to the city. Five had to expand his research on places that might have to do with experimental tests but with so little access he was found himself at a dead end. "Nothing! Absolutely Nothing!" Five yelled before slamming his notebook on the table. You jumped in his lap and covered your ears, eyes filling with heavy teardrops waiting to fall. "Shit Angel Im sorry come here." He cooed wrapping his arms around you for the fourth time today. Five pressed a kiss to the top of your hair and inhaled slowly. You smelt like a blooming meadow and a hint of cinnamon. Closing his eyes he rested his head on yours. It wasn't been often when he felt a peace like this, heck he didn’t even remember the last time he felt calm, other than when he was drinking or passed out after a mission. Your eyelashes fluttered on his neck as you began to press small kisses on his jawline. "Come on Angel what are you doing?" "Make Five happy. Kiss you" You mumbled and continued leaving marks on his neck and jaw. Five clenched his fists around you "Angel if you keep this us I'm not going to be able to hold back." Five groaned as he pulled you closer into his lap. And with his last bit of resolve, he blinked you guys back into the car. "Come on Angel let's go home." He kissed your cheek slightly to assure you he wasn't mad and drove the two of you back. ——���—————the academy———————--- "Mi hermano and Angel ! You guys are back" Klaus shouted from the couch he was currently lying on. You ran into the living room jumping in front of Klaus to show off your dress.

"My cutie Angel! You look so pretty!"

Klaus then swept you off your feet and into a fit of giggles. Five, who had been observing the scene from the bar was actively trying to fight off the green monster that was creeping up his heart. "Leave her alone Klaus we had a long day. Come on Angel let's have your shower and get ready for bed." It was obvious you needed to be cared for and Five had already begun to assume the role. Pulling out some extra pajamas Five had in his wardrobe he handed them to you before showing you the bathroom. "Shower here and come back to my room when you are done okay?" You nodded back and went into the bathroom. With a sign Five flopped on his back in bed wondering more about you. How could someone he just met cause him to feel such a way? Maybe it was his messed up time-traveling brain that was causing these emotions but deep down he knew he had a hidden attraction to you. He began to think more about your powers. You couldn't be part of the 43 because you were too young but you also showed an understanding of your abilities and more control than Viktor did when he first found out about his. Five would have to talk to you after you shower about your abilities. Small footsteps padded outside his room before stopping. The door swung open and there you stood wrapped in only a small towel Grace had given you. Five green eyes turned wide as you skipped into his room.. You had turned to grab the pajamas he had left you on the bed and dropped your towel. Five sat up instantly, his eyes wandered over the curve of your breasts and the plumpness of your backside. Being in the apocalypse and focused on getting back home to his family never allowed him much time for romance or women, besides Delores. You stood up as bare as the day you were born, nipples perked up at the cold air and you put the silk top and bottom on. Now properly clothed you turned to Five who was staring at you with eyes that rivaled a burning sun. In a blink, he was in front of you grabbing your waist with such a force it felt like you would disappear if he let go. Bringing his lips to your neck he kissed gently and dragged his face to meet your eyes. Soft despreate lips met plump shy ones as you and Five melted into each other. The kiss grew hungry, more desperate, both parties missing the feel of one another. The two of you fell back onto the bed with Five on top of you. Two souls both isolated from the world finally finding solstice in one another. All the questions Five had for you were gone from his mind, the only thing replacing it was the thought of how your body felt against his. A small hand reached into the front of Five's pants. "I want to help Five" You had whispered into his ear. It was going to be a long night.

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We’re honoured to announce that Oracle and Bone will be attending “Female Protagonists: International Women Game Makers Week” presented by the Goethe-Institut Taipei. We will be participating in panels and facilitating an interactive workshop. We appreciate Goethe-Institut Taipei and Allison Yang for their kind invitation. We look forward to meeting everyone there.

Information

https://www.goethe.de/ins/tw/cn/kul/sup/gam/ge/ase.html

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Lydia Martin Appreciation Week

How to Participate

Simply create something about Lydia. Fic, art, gifsets, moodboards etc are all welcome. If you want your work reblogged, simply tag it #LydiaWeek2023 or tag @lydiamartinappreciation. If you write fic on ao3, you can add it to the Lydia Martin Week 2023 collection.

All works must be Lydia-centric and Lydia-positive. A further list of rules can be found here.

Prompts

NOTE: These are just a guide. You can produce visual work for the writing prompts and you can produce written work for the visual prompts. You can combine prompts. You can choose not to use the prompts. All of this is just for fun.

Writing prompts:

Mon 18th Sept: Lydia & power

Tell us about Lydia's banshee powers or about her relationship to someone in power or about a time she felt powerless or any other interpretation you might have of Lydia & power.

Tues 19th Sept: Lydia & pack

What does pack mean to her? This could be a deep introspection of her connections or just a fluffy work about pack-bonding. As always, anything goes!

Weds 20th Sept: What-If Wednesday

It's What-If Wednesday! Here for all your missing scene, fix-it and alternate universe needs.

Thurs 21st Sept: Outsider POV

How do other characters from the show/movie see Lydia?

Fri 22nd Sept: Lydia & death

In Season 3, Lydia loses Allison and Aiden. In Season 5, she loses Tracy after trying so hard to help her and we also see Lydia relive her grandmother's death. What does death mean to Lydia? How does she cope with having death-related powers?

Sat 23rd Sept: Lydia post-canon

What happens to Lydia after Teen Wolf ends? Feel free to use or ignore the movie as much as you wish for this prompt.

Sun 24th Sept: Free day!

Create whatever your heart desires!

Visual prompts:

Mon 18th Sept: Favourite outfits

Lydia is a style icon. What are your favourite looks that she wears throughout the show?

Tues 19th Sept: Favourite relationship/dynamic

This can be romantic, platonic, family etc.

Wed 20th Sept: What-If Wednesday

Join the writers on What-If Wednesday! Here for all your missing scene, fix-it and alternate universe needs.

Thurs 21st Sept: Lyrics/quotes

What words perfectly incapsculate Lydia to you? These can be quotes from the show, from tumblr, from poetry, from songs etc.

Fri 22nd Sept: Parallels

What parallels exist between Lydia and other characters on Teen Wolf? Between her and other characters from different shows or films? Between her and herself?

Sat 23rd Sept: Lydia & enemies

What are her relationships like with the "bad guys" of the show?

Sun 24th Sept: Free day!

Create whatever your heart desires!

Alternative prompts

1 - Lydia pre-canon: What did her life look like before the show?

2 - Lydia & parents: This is could be her own mum, Natalie, or someone else's parents. You could also include her grandparents in this prompt

3 - Lydia being a teenager: She might be a banshee fighting supernatural villains but she's also just a kid

4 - Lydia & lore: All supernatural shows thrive on lore. Use this prompt to explore banshee lore from the show/movie, banshee lore from outside sources, lore of other supernatural creatures in the show. Any interpretation you can think of works.

#lydia martin #teen wolf #teen wolf events #teen wolf fandom events #lydiaweek2023 #lydiaweek #holland roden #stydia #allydia #scydia #malydia #cordia #dydia #jydia #marrish #lydira #kydia #trydia #lydica #malydira #mcmartinski #scalydia #scallydia #allydira #teen wolf event

[pepperf]

Diego/Lila appreciation week

@brellygifs is hosting [insert ship here] appreciation week, starting today - so of course I have to post about my blorbos!

Day 1: Diego day

It's late and I'm tired, so I'm just gonna give you a headcanon I've got floating around about Diego and houseplants:

Grace buys him a plant when he moves into the gym and tells her he's got an apartment now. Just a low-maintenance thing, a spider plant or something. He doesn't have much light, but he's got just enough for one plant, so he puts it in the window, and makes a note on how often Grace tells him it needs to be watered.

And it starts off well! He's good with routine, he diligently waters it just the right amount, on a regular basis. Plants love routine, and it settles happily into its spot. It's healthy! It's thriving! He talks to it sometimes, a little self-consciously. He's given it a name, in his head, but won't say it out loud in case anyone overhears.

He finds it reassuring that he can do this one thing right. He CAN keep a plant alive, suck it Allison!

And then he gets arrested for vigilantism and spends a month in jail, and when he comes back it's dessicated and dead. He throws the corpse in the garbage, with the expired milk and eggs and the carrots that are rather TOO full of life, and silently vows never to get another plant.

(A decade later, Anita drags him over to a pathetic, dying plant in the supermarket and orders him to save it, and he’s like, I can't do that, I'm no good with plants, I’ll just kill it faster, baby. But she’s determined, and of course he caves. And it blooms.)

#thanks to himbohargreeves and weirdwildwonderland for posting about it #I had totally forgotten lol #tuashipweek #brellygifs #diego hargreeves #tua #the umbrella academy

[beefromanoff]

Going Under Ch. 26

summary: things reach their peak...in more ways than one.

characters: Bucky Barnes x OC

soundtrack: I Wanna Be Yours - Arctic Monkeys

warnings: fluff, pop star fantasy x love story, set in an AU where the Avengers reunite after Civil War, pre-infinity war, slight angst, hurt/comfort, lonely reader/OC.

author’s note: okay OKAY this is big, and the first of this kind that I've written...so please give me feedback! It took 26 chapters to get here so I hope it was done right! ugh so many emotions, I hope you enjoy!

PS - special love to @charmedbysarge for the love and support, you being invested makes me even more invested and want to get things up even faster! I appreciate you! <3

chapter list

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The training room buzzed with energy.

Two dozen agents practiced hand-to-hand combat, honing their skills just like every week. 

Just like every other week, Gianna sat at the edge of the training room, back against the wall. Her notebook was spread open on her lap. Typically, musings and lyrics poured out of her pen faster than she could write them down. The past few days…quite the opposite. The pages in front of her were completely empty, save for the scrawled doodles in the margins. She sighed, looking up at the noisy room. 

Weaving through the pairs of sparring partners, Bucky paused every so often to provide guidance. His movements were precise and powerful, even when he demonstrated things at half speed for the agents to learn. Watching him had become a familiar routine, one Gianna looked forward to each day. But again, lately, something felt different.

His voice echoing through the cavernous room, Bucky called the agents to gather around, ending the training the same way he always did - with a few sparring sessions of his own. Agent Allison, the one who infamously had the hots for him, practically leapt to the front of the crowd, volunteering to go first. 

In the weeks since she’d been at the compound, it had become common knowledge that Gianna and Bucky were very much together. There was a strict no-media protocol on the compound, with everyone who entered having to sign an airtight NDA. The precautions were for keeping much greater secrets, but it definitely made for a much more private relationship while they stayed here. Even if the agents saw Bucky shove Gianna up against this exact wall in the training room (not that she’d ever daydreamt about it), they couldn’t say a word, take a photo, nothing. 

Most of the agents had healthy discretion, acknowledging the high-profile relationship existed without making it a thing. Gianna guessed that after months of watching the Black Widow and Captain America with their ongoing will-they-won’t-they thing, the agents had become desensitized to the outlandish things they saw at work. It wasn’t like they could go home, hit happy hour with their friends, and talk about how they’d spent the day sparring with the Winter Soldier. 

Although if anyone were to try and boast about it…Gianna knew it would be Agent Allison. She narrowed her eyes, watching them. 

Bucky’s every move was calculated, his strikes sharp and unforgiving. His face remained blank, clearly nowhere close to his full exertion. As much as Gianna hated to admit it, Agent Allison was skilled in her own right. She fought valiantly, no doubt showing off, but he made quick work of the round. Bucky swiftly disarmed her and, with a controlled motion, sent her to the mat. The thud echoed through the room as she landed on her back. Gianna bit the tip of her pen to disguise the grin that threatened to play across her face. 

No sooner had she reprimanded herself for being so satisfied with the agent’s defeat did another thought cross her mind.

The way Bucky had sparred with her, and every other female agent, was the exact same as he sparred with the men. He held back, naturally, but he definitely didn’t take it easy on them. He let himself beat them, quickly. He hit them, hard. He didn’t treat them like they were breakable. 

It bothered her, not at all because of his sheer strength, but because of the contrast between his approach with her and with the agents. The memory of his protective outburst at the lake just a few days ago resurfaced, muddled with the image of him throwing Agent Allison to the floor just a moment ago.

Goddammit, Gianna. Don’t make something out of nothing. He’s obviously not going to treat you like a combat trained field agent with years of experience. You’re manufacturing conflict. 

She shook her head to clear it, but couldn't shake the knot that had formed in her stomach. 

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“Oh, Lordy, something smells good in here!” Sam announced his presence in the kitchen as Gianna stirred a pot on the stove. 

“Once, just once, could you enter a room quietly?” Bucky scowled from his seat at the kitchen island, keeping her company while she worked. 

“Yow, somebody’s hangry.”

“Make yourself useful,” Wanda thrust a stack of plates into Sam’s hands. “Set the table, don’t forget forks go on the left!” 

“Yeah, yeah, not my fault y’all treat every dinner like the Queen’s joining us.” He rolled his eyes but obliged. 

Even after the weeks she’d been at the compound, their dinner tradition hadn’t faded. Almost every night, Gianna and Wanda would cook for whichever variation of the team was there. They’d eat at the table, sit and talk for way too long, and then tackle the dishes before going their separate ways. Everyone teased the girls for their commitment to the new tradition, but it was clear that not one person wanted to give up the wholesome family atmosphere it brought. 

“Oh, I left the pie in the fridge downstairs. I’ll be right back.” Wanda disappeared around the corner, leaving Gianna and Bucky alone in the kitchen. 

“Have I told you lately how pretty you are?” He cocked his head to the side as he stood and rounded the island. 

“Hmm…” Gianna pretended to think. “Would half an hour ago be considered ‘lately’?”

“Absolutely not.” He caught her wrist and pulled her close, wrapping his hands around her waist. 

“Bucky,” She giggled between kisses, her face still flushing at his adoration. 

“What?” He grinned and moved his hands up to her cheeks, kissing her slowly. She melted into him, only being brought back to reality by the oven timer dinging. 

“As much as I’d like to keep this going, I didn’t spend two hours slaving away just to burn a whole lasagna.” She stood on her tiptoes and gave him one last kiss on his prickly jawline. “Not a full stop, just a pause.” 

As Gianna rifled through the kitchen drawers, the oven timer kept dinging. “Ugh, if Wanda moves the oven mitts one more time…” She heard the oven open behind her and turned to see Bucky grab the casserole dish with his left hand, depositing it on the stove. He must have heard her gasp, turning to grin. 

“It’s multipurpose.” He wiggled his vibranium fingers at her, unphased. 

“That’s the true hero work,” She winked. “Now go sit down, play nice with Sam.” 

He groaned but turned to head for the dining room. Waiting for the lasagna to settle, she looked around for what was missing. Glasses. Of course, the only clean ones left were on the very top shelf. She climbed onto the counter, putting a knee on the smooth marble and pulling herself up by the open cabinet door. 

“Sam forgot napkins, hey, what are you doing?” Bucky frowned as he walked back in. 

“All the other cups are in the dishwasher. Here,” She passed two glasses down to him. 

“I could have gotten those for you.” 

“No need,” She handed him the last two and scrambled down. “I’m resourceful.” 

“You could have fallen, hit your head, stepped on the hot stove…” 

“But I didn’t.” 

“But,” 

“Buck,” She interrupted him. “I’m fine.” 

He paused for a moment, brows still knit together, but took the glasses into the other room without another word. 

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“I don’t think I can eat again for a week.” Bucky groaned as he laid back onto the bed. 

“I’ve heard that before.” She grinned as she unfastened her earrings, setting them on the nightstand. “Yet you always seem to have a change of heart around breakfast.” 

“I’m weak for pancakes.” 

“You seem to have a few more weaknesses than that.” She purred, climbing onto his lap.

“That doesn’t sound like me.” He smirked and propped himself on his elbows. Gianna ignored him, running her fingers along his jawline. 

“If I recall,” She slid her hands under the hem of his sweatshirt, hands cold against his warm body. “We have unfinished business.” 

Bucky sat up, putting his hand on the small of Gianna’s back to keep her steady as he shifted beneath her. “That…” He kissed her, soft and slow. “We do.” 

They hadn’t discussed what happened after the lake. When she’d quite literally laid herself bare and he left the room. She tried to tell herself he meant what he said, he felt gross from his mission and wanted to shower. She knew he wanted to ‘take things slow’ - but what did that mean? They’d been…whatever they were, officially, for weeks now. He slept in her bed almost every night. He kissed her in front of God and everybody. He’d shared his most intimate thoughts with her by revealing his journals. 

But every time she tried to push things just a little further…he’d stop. He’d shift the tone to sweet, playing with her hair until she fell asleep or tracing circles on the small of her back. It was kind, gentle, honorable. At this point, however, she’d had her fill of kind, gentle, and honorable. 

Gianna pulled back from his lips, raising her arms above her head. Their eyes locked as his hands slid up her back, the fabric of her shirt rising with it. Slowly, tenderly, he lifted it over her head and let her tousled hair tumble down her back. After letting his gaze drift over her for a moment, soaking up the delicate lace of her bra, she tugged his shirt over his head. Their warm chests pressed together as she wrapped her hand around his neck and kissed him again, tongue parting his lips immediately. 

His grip tightened around her back as the kiss intensified, her hands tangled in his hair. Feeling especially impatient, Gianna slid off of his lap, her bare feet landing in the carpet between his knees. She pulled back from his lips, eyes hungry, and gently shoved his bare chest to push him back to the bed. He complied without protesting, watching her every move. 

Her hands drifted to his hips, tugging on the drawstring of his sweatpants. Bucky’s eyes darkened. When the knot came undone in her delicate grip, she slipped her fingers inside the waistband and tugged them down, leaving them in a discarded heap on the floor. 

Gianna rose, pausing only for a minute, to look over him sitting in his boxers. The muscles of his abdomen were taught even as he laid back on his elbows. His dark hair had the oh-so-familiar evidence of her hands having run through it. His jaw was clenched, blue eyes raking over her body. 

God, he’s pretty. 

Afraid of waiting any longer, she climbed back onto his lap, his hands meeting her hips in a desperate, greedy grip. Their lips crashed together as he rolled over on top of her. Gianna gasped into their kiss as his hips pressed against hers, his desire more than evident. 

Suddenly, tragically, infuriatingly…he tore himself from her and stood, out of breath. 

“I, we can’t.” He didn’t meet her eyes. 

“Why?” Gianna cried out, unable to contain her frustration. Bucky turned his back to her, walking around the room. “Bucky, look at me!” 

Slowly, he approached the bed, staying out of arms’ reach. He still didn’t look at her. 

“Bucky…” 

“I told you…” 

“No, you told me you can’t. You told me you want to do this right, but you won’t tell me why or when the right time is! For God’s sake, I am throwing myself at you, and you’re walking away from me,” Her voice cracked at the end and he looked up with guilt-ridden eyes. 

“I’m sorry,” He reached out to cup her cheek but she caught his hand. 

“I don’t want you to be sorry. I want you to want me.” 

“Gianna…” Bucky dropped to his knees in front of the bed. “This isn’t about me wanting you…that has never, ever been a problem.” 

“Then what is the problem?” 

His blue eyes looked back and forth between hers. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“God, Bucky, I’m not made of glass!” She climbed off of the bed, throwing her hands in the air. “Why do you treat me like I’m breakable! You freaked out when I was just having fun, doing the same thing as everyone else, you didn’t even like when I climbed on the counter to get a dish from the cabinet, and I know you made Peter come with us to New York because you were afraid I wouldn’t be safe enough with just Wanda.” Her eyes narrowed. “You have always protected me, always kept me safe, but it’s like that’s all you want to do!” 

His eyes were torn, it took everything in her not to rush to comfort him with the heart-wrenching look he had on his face. “I don’t want to hurt you.” He repeated, his voice coming out as a growl.

“You don’t have to worry about hurting me -” 

“I have to worry about hurting everyone.” He hissed, angry at the reality and angry it had led to this when all he wanted was to give in. “Especially you.”

“You don’t treat me like the others, the way you threw Agent Allison on the ground today,” Gianna paused, steeling herself, furious that she even had to mention that woman in her own bedroom. “Do you…think I’m weak? Do you think I can’t handle myself?” 

“No, Gianna,” He crossed the room in two steps and cupped her face. “That’s not it at all. You are…easily one of the strongest women, strongest people I’ve ever met. You’ve been through more than anyone should have to endure and you’ve done most of it alone.” He searched her eyes. “It’s not that I think you can’t handle things…it’s that I don’t think you should have to. I…I want better for you. I want to give you what you deserve, keep everything bad away.” 

Her face softened as his desperate words. “I don’t need everything bad to be kept away. I just need to keep the good close.” She tucked a dark strand behind his ear. “I just can’t seem to get close enough.” 

Bucky’s thumbs brushed her cheeks, the conflict in his mind almost palpable. “I…I don’t want to hurt you.” 

Her brows knit together, watching the anguish on his face. “How would you -”

“I don’t trust myself.” His voice was strained. “With how I feel about you, what I want…” 

“But I trust you.” She tilted his chin to look back at her. “What about what I want?”

Gianna took a step back. The number of days she’d worn matching lacy undergarments, just hoping it would be the night he’d take them off of her…she’d lost count. Tonight, standing before him in the delicate, lacy blue set, the one that reminded her of his eyes when she picked it out in the store…she didn’t think she had enough patience to hope for another day. 

“Bucky…” She breathed. “Ask me what I want.” 

His eyes slowly, painfully, rose to meet hers. His breathing was labored. He was losing the battle with himself. 

“What…do you want?” 

“I want you to stop worrying.” 

She stroked his cheek. 

“I want you to know you make me feel safer than I ever have, in my life.” 

She held his metal hand in hers, kissing his knuckles. 

“I want you to appreciate this stupid lingerie I picked out specifically for you.”

She took two slow, deliberate steps backwards, letting his eyes trail over her. 

“I want you to stop acting like I’m breakable and throw me on this bed like I’ve been dreaming about for months.”

“Gianna,” His voice was a low warning, all his restraint about to break. 

“I want you to fuck me.” 

Half a second. 

That’s how long he hesitated before he snapped. In two strides, he crossed the room, never breaking eye contact with her. Before she could process, he’d picked her up, one hand supporting her and one hand gripping her cheek like his life depended on it. He kissed her harder, hungrier than he ever had before. Moving his hand away from her face for a split second, he reached around her back and ripped the clasp off of her bra. Without setting her down, he climbed onto the bed, still holding her to his body as he supported them both with his other arm. 

He ran his tongue along her lower lip, moaning into her mouth. With a deep kiss, he deposited her onto the bed, rising up on his knees. Gianna let out a small whine as he pulled away but was quickly silenced by the look in his eyes. He reached down and took the delicate lace of her bra between his fingers, lifting it off of her body with ease, thanks to the mangled clasp somewhere across the room. He set it to the side and ran his hands across her collarbone, tracing the outline of her breasts, before trailing his hands down to her hips. A trail of fire lit Gianna’s skin everywhere he touched her. 

Bucky traced the lace design, committing the image to memory. In one swift movement, completely contradictory to the gentle way he touched her, he grabbed them and yanked. The lace ripped with ease and he tossed the ruined material to the side. 

“Fuck.” 

Gianna sucked in a breath, the sight of him looking at her so lustfully making it suddenly hard to breathe, to think at all. “Please,”  She pleaded. 

He didn’t make her wait. In a second, his boxers were ripped and discarded right next to her panties. He was on her, arms caging her in on the mattress. He surrounded her. All she could see were piercing blue eyes, inky black hair hanging down over her, silver vibranium glinting in the moonlight. He filled her senses. He burrowed into the crook of her neck, kissing her collarbone, nipping at the delicate skin below her ear. She moaned, fingers running up his back. 

His hand cupped her jaw, giving her a long, wet kiss before pulling back. His thumb ran across her lower lip, not able to fully let go but needing to put his mouth on the rest of her. He kissed, nibbled, bit what felt like every inch of her neck, chest, stomach. Gianna squirmed, urging him back up, but he caught her hips in an unyielding grip and held her still as he continued. 

Bucky slid off the edge of the bed, again kneeling on the floor beside it. Still holding her hips, he yanked her to the edge of the bed, parting her legs around his face. His eyes met hers as he sank out of her view, draping her legs lazily over his shoulders. The gleam in his eye when he tasted her was almost predatory. Though she couldn’t see his face, Gianna knew, could feel that he was smirking. She threw her head back as a moan escaped her, bucking her hips against his face. Again, he gripped her waist and pinned her down, ensuring she wouldn’t move before his left hand disappeared. A cold, vibranium finger slid inside of her, moving at a tantalizing pace. 

She couldn’t tell if it was ten seconds or ten minutes that he stayed between her legs, time passed differently with that kind of ecstasy. Before she knew it, everything that had been building up since she first saw him, saw those blue eyes and the muscles through the back of his t-shirts…all of it coiled inside of her until she couldn’t take it anymore. Her secret, lust-filled daydreams mixed with all the memories of his face swirled through her mind as she cried out, her legs wrapped around his shoulders. The grip he had on her waist with his right hand was sure to leave a mark, but it was nowhere near her mind at that moment. Her eyes flew open, arching her back, and the last thing she saw as she came undone was that tousled black hair between her legs. 

Gianna fell apart in his hands, quivering as the waves of pleasure slowly subsided. Far from satiated, Bucky slowly pulled back, kissing the insides of her thighs as he did. The way they trembled in his hands made him even more feral, made him need her even more. 

He slid his hand under her back and moved her to the middle of the bed, climbing on top of her. Her eyes were dazed, looking up at him like he was the sun, the moon, and all the stars. Using his legs, Bucky nudged hers open and settled between them, ready to finish what they started. He leaned down and kissed her forehead, tasting the thinnest sheen of sweat across her brow. 

“Are you sure?” 

She looked up at him with those big green eyes. Wordlessly, her hands snaked down to grab his hips, pulling him towards her. He moved slowly, watching her face for any kind of discomfort as he pushed into her for the first time. With a soft whimper, her eyes rolled beneath her lids, head falling back to the mattress. Bucky bit his lip, commanding himself to take it slow. More impatient than him, Gianna’s legs wrapped around his waist and locked, pulling him deep inside of her. Their moans mixed together as he paused, fully entwined with her. 

He could smell her, feel her, taste her…she was everywhere. She was everything. 

After a moment of letting her adjust, Bucky kissed Gianna, so gently she had to open her eyes and make sure it was real. There was a moment of overwhelming, intoxicating warmth that flooded her as his eyes opened and met hers. They paused, pressing their foreheads together and breathing the same breath. 

“Move,” Her voice was barely above a whisper, but a command nonetheless. 

So he did. 

Pulling back and thrusting into her, he picked up in pace and force until the room was a hurricane of sweat, moans, and the sound of skin on skin. Gianna heard herself cry out his name, but it felt otherworldly. Nothing was real to her except the feeling of him, of James Buchanan Barnes, inside of her. 

When he fell apart, it was the most delicious sight she’d ever seen. His eyes rolled, he threw his head back, his mouth opened to let out a low moan as every muscle in his beautiful body tensed. 

They laid there for another undefined amount of time, limbs tangled, sweat mingled, hearts pounding. Bucky’s arms cradled her head as he laid his on her chest, soothed by the rise and fall of her breathing. 

“Bucky?” 

He lifted his head, stroking her hair off of her cheek. 

“I want this, all of this. Always.” 

His lopsided smile spread across his face. “That good, huh?”

“Bucky,” She nudged him. “I’m serious.”

“Gianna…” He propped himself up and traced her hairline, her ear, her jaw. “I couldn’t even resist you when all I had was the idea of you. Now that I know you, now that…I can never go back to a life without you.” 

She bit her lip to keep the goofy, giddy smile from breaking through. Having heard what she wanted, she pulled herself out from under him and padded over to the oversized tub in the corner.

“For the record,” Gianna grinned as she turned on the hot water. “It most definitely was that good, and you better actually join me this time.” 

Bucky rolled off the bed, grinning right back. “Don’t have to ask me twice.”

#bucky barnes #james bucky barnes #avengers #bucky barnes x oc #bucky fanfic #winter soldier #bucky fluff #sebastian stan #winter soldier fluff #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes imagine #bucky x you #winter soldier smut

[aknosde]

bedside

// Neil Josten/Andrew Minyard // Post-Canon // Established Relationship // Traveling // Fluff // essentially andrew waxing poetic about neil, cars, & sunlight // 1k

ao3

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There is something inherently exhausting about banquets.

Andrew, as a man of taste, appreciates good food, nice clothes, and expensive cars. He does not appreciate the flight from Denver to L.A., nor does he appreciate L.A. itself; it’s hot and sticky when he touches down, air rushing into the depressurizing cabin, and he feels sweat materialize where his glasses rest on the bridge of his nose. LAX is, as always, a shithole of people and luggage. Everything that moves here always seems to knock into anything that isn’t—case in point: his suitcase into a tree, and a toddler into his legs. It takes Andrew five minutes to even find a corner to tuck himself into and turn his phone off airplane mode.  

Perhaps it’s not banquets, but travel.

The first thing he does is call Neil. At least he has someone to pick him up from his personal hell.

Neil flew down from Chicago earlier in the week to catch Kevin’s last qualifying match, which against all odds had taken an absurd amount of cajoling by both he and Kevin. What it should’ve been: Neil gives his last press conference of the season and flies out to see Kevin, they then drive down to L.A. together. What it was: Neil assuring Andrew he gould always get to Denver to make the flight together approximately fifty times, packing over facetime because despite being a seasoned professional Neil would still wear jeans and a leather jacket to every official event if he could, and a debate on whether or not they wanted to share Kevin’s car.

“I’m all ready here,” Neil greets. “Pickup 3A, and making a hell of a lot of Ubers mad.”

“As you often do,” Andrew says before hanging up.

He makes his way down to and through baggage claim swiftly, feeling superior to everyone forced to wait for their checked bags on the slowest conveyor belt known to man, and out into the blanketing heat. His reading glasses have been tucked into his shirt pocket and replaced by the ‘cereal killer’ baseball cap Allison got him as a gag gift a few years ago, which makes many appearances when he doesn’t want to show up on the average exy fan’s radar. Neil’s used an old puff-paint pen of Renee’s to draw lion heads on the underside of the bill.

“Hey,” Neil says, grinning, as Andrew steps up to the atrocious red convertible Neil’s lounging in the driver’s seat of, ignoring the myriad of ride-share drivers sending him dirty looks and honking their horns—Andrew realizes that while the verdict of sharing a car with Kevin had been no, they hadn’t made a decision about rentals, and this is apparently what Neil’s come up with (though doubtlessly influenced by… Matt is his best guess, possibly Allison). It looks annoyingly good on him. “Bag?”

Andrew hoists his case up and Neil unbuckles to lean over and toss it in the back row. He’s wearing a pair of aviators—Ray Bans Allison also purchased, not as a gag gift but in pursuit of her and Andrew’s continuous and combined efforts to encourage Neil to dress at least half as good as he looks (they’ve been dissuaded from “as good as he looks” over the years)—and in the week since Andrew’s seen him, he’s managed to turn deep brown, his hair catching auburn in the sun. Before he can open the door Andrew touches Neil’s wrist where it's propped on the passenger seat and kisses him over the parking brake.

“Hey,” he finally says when they separate.

“Hi,” Neil responds, looking up at him. He’s close enough to see Neil’s eyes warm and happy through his sunglasses.

Andrew doesn’t bother with the door this time; he hoists himself straight into the passenger seat. Neil takes the car out of park, but keeps them right where they are.

“How was the flight?”

Neil pushes his shades up on his head as if he needs to see Andrew wholly when he answers. The gold ‘A’ pendant on his necklace flashes in the light as he shifts. Andrew can feel the ring and blank marriage certificate in his bedside table warm and glow from halfway across the country.

“Typically terrible,” he says, but even though he means it he can’t bring himself to be serious.

“Yeah?” Neil asks, that smile on his face, and he kisses Andrew this time.

It’s deeper but they keep it gentle, maybe because Andrew’s exhausted, but maybe because they’re still saying hello. It’s soft and easy, kind of like greeting someone it’s always nice to see. The car jerks forwards slightly, and the driver behind them lays on their horn in two long, annoyed bursts. He can feel Neil smiling against him as they break away.

Andrew watches him put his sunglasses back on and flick his turn signal, rest both hands on the wheel. He’s tempted to make a joke about Neil’s foot slipping off the break—something about how he never took a driver’s test, or how the FBI didn’t check before giving him his license—but then Neil looks at him and he notices how he’s glowing in the sunlight.

“You think a nap can fix it?”

He imagines Neil lying next to him, reading whatever fifth-hand, out of date, textbook on linear algebra or theoretical geometry he found at Goodwill last week; the cool, clean white sheets and pristine shower of a hotel room; waking up to Neil crouched by his side of the bed, telling him Kevin’s all ready found a spot he’s gonna love for dinner, they’ve gotta get moving. Andrew adjusts his cap and flips the bird to whatever asshole is behind them. Neil in his bed can fix a lot of things.

“If you’ve got AC.”

Neil huffs a laugh and turns back to the road, pulls out of his spot as smoothly as Andrew can sweep a ball out of the air. Andrew turns the air on and leans back in his seat, angled towards Neil; he spends the ride to the hotel thinking of that ring.

#anyways i wrote this thing to show neil having an AJM tattoo when they were married and then didnt even make them married. what. #end notes as always can be found on ao3 #neil josten #andrew minyard #andreil #aftg #aftg fic #aftg fanfic #all for the game #max.txt #max.fic #fic: bedside

[sharkneto]

post the long ass five and allison talk, post it, share it (please and thank you) 🔪

Did you know this wip is at like 9k words? I didn't realize that until I was looking for a chunk to snip, which was also hard because I like it all so much. It's slow writing, though, because it uses so much of my brain to think through these dense conversations and align S3 actions and motivations and what not. One day I'll have it done. One day 😪 But here, have a small section of all of Allison's and Five's words:

“I lost my family!”

“If only there was someone who could understand that!” Five throws right back, seeming to surprise himself with that as he blinks and takes a quick drink, averting his gaze.

Allison sits with that for a second. Because he’s right. For some reason, that’s a piece of Five that they all constantly forget about despite it being so blatant in everything he does. She blames it on his acerbic nature. Still, “So why didn’t you?”

“What?”

“Where were you? I was losing my mind. I thought I was alone, that none of you cared that Claire was gone. Because you did understand, but you weren’t there.”

He studies his drink. The quiet stretches between them. Allison waits, the phantom of that grief and hurt from that time in her chest, aching. Eventually he sighs. “Fifty-eight and I just can never seem to do the right thing.” He gives her a sideways look. “I thought Viktor had it. He said he was handling the situation. Klaus asked if I wanted to go on a road trip with him, secretly to go find his birth mother but I didn’t know that, then. And…” He pauses, his gaze slightly distant. “And I wanted a vacation.”

The hurt pulses. She takes a careful breath around it.

“And then it didn’t matter,” Five finishes. “We found the paradox and then there was the kugelblitz and priorities had to be adjusted.”

“Did you have a nice vacation at least?” she asks, bitter. She had to do everything alone because her brother wanted to go on a road trip.

He nods, missing her sarcasm. “Yeah. Was my first vacation in… well, ever. We saw the world’s biggest ball of twine.”

It’s unexpected enough that it jolts Allison from her anger a little. “The world’s biggest ball of twine?”

He nods again.

“…Was it big?”

“Yeah. Seemed big enough, although my current perspective might be a little biased.” He twitches a hand, indicating his short height, and the corner of his mouth lifts up.

It’s quiet again as they take a moment, lost in their own thoughts. What Five said didn’t actually explain why he wasn’t there, except it does. It’s very simple. Viktor said he was handling her, Klaus asked him directly to do something, and he had come off of two weeks of straight apocalypses. And then once there was a new apocalypse, that was his priority again.

Except it wasn’t, not this time.

Allison sighs. This isn’t getting her anywhere, it’s not helping.

Five glances at her.

She backtracks. “If we had talked, if you hadn’t gone with Klaus and before everything with the kugelblitz, what would you have told me?”

“How do you mean?”

“Like, with… losing Claire. That it gets easier?”

“Oh, no,” he says immediately with a frown. “No, it… it never does.”

When he doesn’t add anything more, she prompts, “That’s it?”

He shrugs. “You figure it out.”

“Would you have helped me figure it out? Helped me get Claire back?”

There’s a hitch before he answers and that tells Allison everything she needs to know. “Really?” she interrupts, incredulous.

He restarts with a grimace, not looking at her again. “It doesn’t matter what I would or wouldn’t have done.”

She scoffs. “Five, of course does.”

“I don’t have the information, Allison! I would have looked, alright? I would have tried, but I can’t tell you that I would have been able to get her back and I thought you’d appreciate the straight answer. I don’t know. I didn’t know that timeline well, I don’t know what I could or couldn’t have done.”

“So you can rip time apart however you want when you lose people, but if the rest of us do, suddenly you can’t?” she demands, ignoring the fact she’s one of the people Five ripped time apart for.

“Yes!” Five snaps, matching her energy and getting defensive. “Yes. Because when I did it, there weren’t any other variables. If I did it wrong, well, everyone was already dead. Claire would have been a very tricky needle to thread. I mess up and we’re in the same spot as the kugelblitz. Or we have Claire but we lost Luther.”

His choice of a hypothetical sibling to have lost is not arbitrary. Allison grits her teeth against it. “So then you try again, Five! Isn’t that the point of time travel?”

“How many times do I have to explain to you all that that’s not how time travel works? Especially mine. I’m not… I wasn’t good at it.”

She refuses to get stuck on the reminder of the fucked up no-powers situation and bowls through it. “You had a briefcase! You could have used that!”

“We needed it to figure out the kugelblitz situation.”

“You had two, what happened to the other?”

“Fried. Trying to get it to work around the kugelblitz.”

“So then you get why I had to do what I had to do to fix things. And I did it for all of us!”

“Because I haven’t been doing things for all of us?”

“You voted against saving the world! You voted that we all die!”

That brings him up short.   

#i cannot believe this post-s3 fic has been sitting on my computer for so long #it just uses so much brain to write T-T #have to hit the right times when i'm turning it all over in my head - and then also that i can get to my computer with that #snip #snips #tua #number five #allison hargreeves

[chas3supremacist]

delicate pov.

pairing/s: Allison Cameron x Fem!Reader, platonic Robert Chase x Fem!Reader, brief James Wilson x Daughter!Reader

summary: tales of the second, third, and hundredth time you saw Dr. Chase try to make a move on your girlfriend.

CW: angst, Chase’s unrequited and unreciprocated love for Cameron, a lack of dialogue??? Cameron is a canon lesbian idgaf

word count: 1600 words

a/n: oh god. my second house fic. Another mid classic from Amy less go, as always, feedback is always appreciated!!! I am also very gay for Jennifer Morrison!!!

At this point in your and Allison’s relationship, you were regretting having such great taste in women - Your girlfriend was easily one of the most beautiful women you had ever seen in your life, and it was blatantly clear that you were not the only person who thought so. In the 6 months you had been seeing Allison, it had taken 3 of the 6 months for you to notice the way that Chase looked at her - He looked at her like he loved her. At first, you had brushed it off - you knew that she wasn’t interested in any man, never mind her co-worker. But then she started flirting back at him.

You watched the two of them discuss their case from across the room, you sat alone, deciding that you didn’t want to make yourself involved in something that didn’t concern you, even if it meant watching your girlfriend talk and almost flirt with the man who was deeply in love with her - It would have shocked you to see if it were not the first time you had noticed what was going on between the two. It hurt, but who were you to stick your nose where you weren’t wanted; You were just a paediatrician, nowhere near a diagnostician, even though House, on a few occasions had sought after your opinion - which he proceeded to insult but only after you were proved right. But you had grown to expect that from house - you had known him for most of your life since you were born from the first of your dads car crash marriage, House had been a part of your life since your parents divorce when you were 3 years old. Now, it felt like House was trying to piss you off for some reason - that he wanted Chase and Cameron to be together instead of you and her.

The third time you noticed them flirting was during a charity event that the hospital was hosting. Chase and Camerons ‘friendship’ had driven a wedge between you and your girlfriend, so much that you had been staying over at your dad’s for the past week - Not like Cameron noticed, she was too busy out late with Chase. You were so unsure of what to do. Did you risk losing the woman you loved over something so silly like her having a close male friend? No, you were just being paranoid, right? Right.

Wilson sighed as he watched you down another glass of champagne, looking at your girlfriend from across the room, nothing but admiration for her in your eyes.

“I can feel you watching me, dad,” You alerted your dad that you were aware of his presence behind you. “Don’t you have to following House around like a lost puppy?” Wilson knew that you were verging on drunk, so opted to take the empty champagne flute out of your hand, despite your protesting and furious pout.

“Why don’t you, I don’t know, talk to her?” You rolled your eyes at your dad’s suggestion - as if you hadn’t tried that already. “I’m just trying to help you, honey. I know that you love her,” Wilson had already had this talk with you - however, after considering your dad’s track record of marriages and failed relationships, you didn’t listen the first time when you were sober, so there was minimal chance of you listening when you were drunk. Wilson also knew that you weren't going to listen to him - but he thought it was better to try, he knew that you loved Cameron with everything in you, but it was hard to love her when all she did was spend time with Chase, a man so obviously in love with her.

"I do love her," You trailed off, looking over at her and Chase, watching as he leaned in to kiss her - but you looked away, you couldn't watch that. Your heart stopped as you turned your back on the two; You did, however, miss that Cameron smacked him for trying to make an advance on her. "I'm going home."

You were gone before your dad could try and convince you to stay, and before Cameron could find you.

She had grown tired of him now - of how he would always bring up old memories of their times out together; conveniently leaving all mentions of you out. She was tired of him flirting with her, despite her shutting him down every time, she didn't care if it was harmless flirting - it was harming her relationship with you. You had stopped taking your lunch break at the same time, you were always home late or working a nightshift. Cameron knew now that she had perhaps taken this thing with Chase too far - she knew that you were sometimes too shy or reserved to speak about how you were actually feeling, you were a people pleaser, even if it meant you would lose your girlfriend. She watched as you sat by yourself in the cafeteria, you looked exhausted, your concealer barely minimising the bags under your eyes - Cameron's heart broke at the very sight of you. Ignoring whatever Chase was talking about, she made her way over to you, sitting down on the chair in front of you.

"Y/N?" You looked up at the familiar mention of your name, giving your girlfriend a weak smile as you looked up at her. 

"Hey," You greeted her quietly, a dam of tears building behind your eyes, frightened if you spoke any louder than you did, that the dam would break. "Is Chase not here today?" You questioned her in the same quiet voice as before, you weren't in any way being snarky; as of late, it just felt like you were an afterthought to your girlfriend. Letting out a defeated sigh, she frowned and reached out to hold your hands.

"I know I've been a terrible, terrible, girlfriend recently," She started, looking you in the eyes, trying to be as sincere as possible - she needed you to know how much she loves you, to know how much she admires you for every single thing you do, for how much you love her from the deepest corners of her heart despite everything. "And I know that you'll tell me that it's okay but it's not. I never meant to make you feel this way and I feel terrible for doing this to you, but I need you to know that I love you, Y/N." You looked at her blankly as she spoke. "Your dad told me that you left after the charity event after you saw Chase try to kiss me, but I need you to know that I didn't let him. I turned away from him and then I smacked him, I came to find you but you were gone by the time that I found your dad." She explained.

"And what about the flirting? Did you mean any of that?" You asked, a little louder than the last time you had spoke, your voice breaking. Cameron shook her head fervently, still holding your hands in hers.

"No. Not at all. I love you, and I know it doesn't feel that way but I love you so much Y/N, and I want you to come home, to our home," You knew she was being sincere, but how could you guarantee that she wouldn't immediately go back to being inseparable best friends with Chase. Sighing, you nodded. You accepted that you would just have to trust her word and that she loved you - You knew that trust was just as important as love was in any relationship, and you suspected that this was why your relationship had survived this hardship, because a part of you trusted Cameron to not get involved with Chase. "Please, come home."

"Okay, I'll come home."

-

Going home that night, you felt some sort of relief knowing that you'd be going home and that Cameron was definitely going to be there, waiting for you since she got off work before you did. As you opened the door to your shared apartment, you kicked your shoes off and hung up your jacket, making your way into the living room, where Cameron had fallen asleep on the couch, wrapped in your throw blanket. You smiled to yourself before kneeling down in front of Cameron, gently nudging her shoulder, laughing softly as she groaned.

"Hey sleepy," You greeted her jokingly, smiling as she gave a sleepy pout. "Come on, let's go to bed." You said quietly, taking your throw off of Cameron and folding it up, then placing it behind the couch on top of her own. You followed her to your bedroom, watching her get comfortable in bed as you stripped down and into your pyjamas then get into bed beside her.

"I love you...so so so so much," Cameron assured you, despite how obviously sleepy she was. You smiled and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips, smiling against hers as you finally felt settled once more in bed with the love of your life.

"I love you more."

#Allison Cameron x fem!reader #Allison Cameron x reader #Allison cameron #Cameron house md #housemd fanfic #house fanfiction #house md #James wilson x daughter!reader #daughter!reader #wlw fanfic #robert chase #hatecrimes md #jennifer morrison

[bisexuallilapitts]

UMBRELLA ACADEMY APPRECIATION WEEK - DAY THREE

FAVOURITE TROPES + ALLISON + KLAUS 

(tropes listed under the cut)

Allison: Afraid of their own strength, Fight Like A Normal, Sanity Slipping, Compelling Voice, One Man Army, I jusr wanna be normal, Celebrity Superhero

Klaus: The Cassandra, Blessed With Suck, I See Dead People, Tragic Keepsake, Big Brother Instinct and Back From the Dead

#tuaweek2022 #tuaedit #uaedit #umbrellaacademyedit #brellygifs #Allison Hargreeves #Klaus Hargreeves #The Umbrella Academy #Umbrella Academy #TUA #TUA S1 #TUA S2 #raysgifs #these kinda ended up rished cause im sick and its my birthday and wanna at least celeberate a bit lmao #and you cant see half of them which yeah :// #i was gonna do viktor and diego too but yeah

[princeescaluswords]

Lol @ the people saying you're "bringing race into fandom". Transports me right back to 11th grade English when our teacher (instead of sacrificing us to the Nemeton) tried to teach us about analyzing race in popular media texts like Disney movies, and everyone in the class (bar myself and like 3 other people who had brains) started going on about how the critics she was having us read/watch were "bringing race into it". Like come on. This is grade school level theory. Read a book, people.

You want to know how I know that race is involved in the Sterek fandom?

Isaac Lahey.

(Before anyone gets upset, I appreciate Isaac's character as much as I appreciate Derek's and Stiles's characters, which is quite a bit.)

Let's review. Isaac is indeed abused and terrorized by his father, the same way Scott is abused and terrorized by Peter. Isaac threatens Stiles and bullies Stiles and Jackson far more than Scott "mistreats" Stiles and Jackson. He makes fun of Stiles and refuses to listen to him. Isaac resists Derek's teaching, to the point that Derek hurts him to teach him a lesson (the same way Derek hurts Scott to teach him a lesson). Isaac dates a hunter, Allison, and follows her through the woods and sneaks into her house. Isaac learns from Alan Deaton. Isaac refuses to be a part of the Hale Pack, like Scott does, but unlike Scott, he originally agreed to take the Bite and join the pack. In the end, he leaves Beacon Hills with Chris Argent, an actual hunter without a single word to either his alpha or his former-alpha.

So where the hell are all the Bad Friend Isaac stories?

I mean, if the nearly two-thousand tagged Bad Friend Scott Stories and the ten times as many stories that write Scott as a Bad Friend but don't label it are a result of Scott's on-screen behavior, then shouldn't there be at least a thousand stories that deal with Isaac in the same way? I would confidently estimate that there are less than a hundred. I can say with less confidence that there are less than fifty. There are even less that turn him into an antagonist or even a villain who must be punished, deprived of freedom, or murdered. I doubt you would break ten.

So what's the deal? If this has nothing to do with race and Sterek stories just require a bad-friend antagonist or an ineffectual villain, then it stands to reason that Isaac would sometimes fill that role, doesn't it?

Of course, their answer is that they don't like Scott, and I agree they have a right not to like Scott. But the funny thing is they won't -- they can't -- explain why they don't like Scott. It can't be because he acts as a selfless hero, because so do Derek and Stiles. It can't be because he says mean things to Derek, because they don't have any problem liking Isaac or Peter or Stiles. It can't be because he never listens to Stiles, because since when does any character always listen to Stiles? It can't be because he's in a problematic heterosexual relationship, because they don't have any problem with Isaac's or Derek's or Stiles's problematic heterosexual relationships.

And so on and so forth.

It's not just because he's the lead protagonist, because Scott being the Teen Wolf offers no obstacle at all to a Sterek relationship. He canonically loved both Stiles and Derek, and they loved him in return. But what Scott being the lead protagonist proves an obstacle for is either Stiles or Derek actually being the lead protagonist. The show was built around a Latino character and not the two white characters that this fandom has conjured a whole relationship about.

It's not -- nor has it ever been -- about what happened on the screen that causes people to dislike Scott. It's been about what didn't happen on the screen. Derek and Stiles had nearly ten times the amount of pre-canon flashbacks than Scott did, but that's not enough. You never saw Scott taking a few days or weeks off to contemplate his place in the world while sad classical music played in the background, but that's not enough. Melissa and Deaton always told Scott how he could be a better werewolf instead of getting his parking tickets erased or told that the easiest way to forgive himself is to forgive someone who didn't do anything to him, but that's not enough. Scott never got to beat Derek up because his decisions in Season 2 ruined his relationship with Allison, not the way Stiles got to hit Scott for his father getting hurt, but that's not enough. For as much as these white male characters received in terms of story, they still weren't the lead protagonist, and this creates the only explanation for the profound animosity which they exhibit toward Scott, one which they will claim the right to have but also feel they never ever have to explain. In addition, there is only one thing, no matter how much they can't say, that we must always remember.

BUT IT'S NOT RACISM.

#scott mccall defense squad #anti sterek stans #scott mccall #stiles stillinski #derek hale #isaac lahey #fandom racism #teen wolf fandom problems

[russellsppttemplates]

Hallo hope you have a great day my ask is

George gifting you a cat for his present and ask you to marry him

Or

He gave you a bad present and seeing how you still happy and appreciative about it he ask you to marry him

???

Note: I hope you don't mind this, but I've had this other request for a while and I had trouble posting it and had to delete the old ask, so I'm mixing them together!

George proposing to you but it rains down and at the end of the proposal you both are soaking wet

“So thank you, Allison, for the past 35 years of marriage. Here’s to another 35,” Steve finished his speech as he held his flute, kissing his wife as you all clapped. Still after so many years, Alison blushed at her husband, the effect he had on her still after all those years. The family had taken the day to celebrate their anniversary, the beautiful restaurant George and his siblings picked out stunningly decorated and the food was exceptional. The sun had not graced them with its presence, but it was still a good moment to enjoy with close family, George's siblings' families in-law as well as your own parents joining for the celebration, too.

"Can you come here with me, please, darling?", George said after you shared some dessert, his niece promptly jumping out of your lap so you could go, "sure", you smiled, cleaning your mouth in case some of the chocolate was left on your skin. Holding his hand, you excused yourself, walking with him to the garden of the restaurant. It was the middle of the week and, not surprisingly, no one wanted to be outside given that it was cold without the sunshine and it looked like it would rain soon.

"George, I think it's going to rain", you yelped, seeing him walk with a certain determination, "I need to do this now, or I'll chicken out again", he muttered, losing you a little as you tried to understand what he meant as he turned to face you just as you felt the first raindrop.

"What we saw in there? I want that for us, I can only hope our marriage is as good as that", George began as your eyes were wide, "I didn't fall in love with you at first sight, you know it wasn't that. Not because you're not the most beautiful and kind woman I've ever met, but because I thought I wasn't enough for you. But I would be damned if somebody else ended up with you and it wasn't me. I can’t imagine living even another second without you. I want to share every moment of my life with you, I want to be there for the good things and the bad things", he said as rain fell down, using his hands to cover your head so water wouldn't fall straight on your face, "I will take care of you - and carry an umbrella-, and give you my full support, no matter what happens. Y/N, I love you with all my heart,” he knelt down on one knee, not caring about his pants on the wet grass, "will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?", he proposed.

"George", you chuckled through your tears, not caring that now rain was pouring down on both of you, blending with the tears in your eyes. “Yes, I would love to marry you,” you whispered and nodded through the tears, bending down so you could kiss him.

George was quick to fiddle with the ring, putting it on your finger and kissing the soft skin, "I love you", you both muttered as he pulled you up with him, his hands on your waist as he spun you with him as your families cheered from the covered patio.

"You'll get cold, guys!", Cara called as her older brother whistled at the newly engaged couple, encouraging George to pull you down so he could kiss you, a movie worth show of affection as he finally got the answer he had been waiting for.

Walking inside the restaurant, you hugged your families as they didn't seem to mind your soaked clothes, "congratulations, dear, welcome to the family", your future mother in-law said as she hugged you. "I told you she would accept it, George!", your father hugged your fiancée.

Going back to your place so you could change and your guests could hang out in a more private place, you and George got changed before heading back to the living room, hearing the kids snicker and running around.

"I'm sorry, uncle George, he got out and we couldn't catch him on time", (now) your niece said as she pouted, holding a beautiful baby kitten. He had soft grey fur and big curious eyes, "darling, this was supposed to be a surprise, but this is Winston and he's ours", George smiled, bringing the car up to your arms as you cooed at him, mouth agape at the way he snuggled into you.

"Another surprise? You're full of them, Mr. Russell", you winked, sitting down next to your parents and cuddling the cat, "look at you, so cute!"

(Thank you for submitting an ask 🤍)

#george russell blurb #inês writes blurbs #f1 blurb #f1 x reader

[lesbianladysif]

The Umbrella Academy Appreciation Week - Day 4: Favourite superpower(s)

Allison's rumor power

#allison hargreeves #the umbrella academy #tua #allisonhargreevesedit #theumbrellaacademyedit #tuaedit #tuaweek2022 #myedit #these are so terrible allison girl I'm so sorry you deserve better than this #idk what happened either #the first two look fine-ish but it's all downhill from there #kinda makes me sad cause I was so excited for this one when I got the idea #I thought me and colouring/quality were gonna do an enemies to lovers but I guess we're back to enemies :'(

[jayflrt]

tw // school shooting

IMPORTANT ‼️ today a man under the age of 18 walked onto a high school campus with an ak-47. he was detained by police immediately before anyone got hurt, but it’s sickening that someone would be so cruel to do that after the shooting at robb elementary. i’m making this post to remember and honor the victims of robb elementary in uvalde, texas, and i’ve provided some links to verified gofundmes down below so we can provide support to the victims of this horrible event and their families. please try to donate or spread the word. i’ve also provided alternative ways you can help if you can’t donate money!

these are the identified victims of the shooting who were children, all ages 7-10. teachers irma garcia and and eva mireles were also killed. rest in paradise 🤍 

MORE UNDER THE CUT

LINKS TO GOFUNDMES TO HELP VICTIMS:

here is a link to a centralized fundraiser created by VictimsFirst (a network of families of the deceased and survivors from over two decades of mass shootings). 100% of the money donated goes directly to the families of the victims and those impacted by the tragedy.

here is a link to a gofundme created by the los verdes supporter group. they’re raising funds for the families in uvalde, texas who were affected by this tragic event.

here is a link to the gofundme to donate to amerie jo garza’s family for her funeral expenses.

Hi my name is Jasmine and Kimberly Garcia is my Bestfriend. Sadly she lost her babygirl in yesterdays school shooting at Robb Elementary. Amerie was born May 10th and had just turned 10 years old. Amerie was such a beautiful soul. She touched everyone’s hearts around her and she lit up every room she walked into. She received an award yesterday for honor roll just before the shooting occurred. She was so smart and such a good child. Amerie is known for being a hero and trying to call 911 before the shooter took her life. We appreciate anything you are willing to donate! Please keep Ameries mom her dads and family in your prayers and in Gods name we pray amen

here is a link to the gofundme to donate to felicia martinez and abel lopez’s families for their funeral expenses.

It is with a heavy heart and deep sadness that we have to create this fundraiser for our cousin Felicia Martinez and Abel Lopez. The Medina family is asking for your help at this time both monetarily, for funeral expenses, as well as prayers for her and her family at this time. Her son was tragically taken along with so many other precious angels today in Uvalde, but we as family, know he is now with his Grandpa Benny in the Kingdom of Heaven. Any bit helps and if you cant help at this time, please lift him and all the parents coping this tragedy and loss, up in prayers tonight. If you cannot contribute at this time a share is greatly appreciated. Thank you and God Bless our children.

here is a link to the gofundme to donate to nevaeh bravo’s family for her funeral expenses and any other needs for her family.

Hi, my name is Yvonne White, and I am fundraising for my family affected by the Robb Elementary tragedy. We are from Uvalde Texas and are creating this fundraiser for my niece that has sadly passed. This fundraising will be used to cover any/all funeral expenses and any other needs for my family. We appreciate and are grateful for any donations, no matter the amount, and greatly appreciate the support we have received from our community. Thank you all.

here is a link to the gofundme to donate to makenna lee elrod’s family.

My name is Allison McCullough. I am Makenna’s aunt. Words cannot express the pain my sister and our family is going through. I know in the coming weeks my sister is going to be overcome with so much and any support is appreciated. Please pray for our family and remember Makenna. She was beautiful, funny, smart, and amazing. She had the biggest heart and loved her family and friends so much. Her smile would light up a room. We will carry her in our hearts and we know she is with our Lord and Savior.

here is a link to the gofundme to donate to jailah nicole silguero’s family.

Hi, My name is Nancy Salazar. I'm from Uvalde Tx. Helping my Best friends who is more like Family (Veronica Luevanos and Jacob Silguero) with funeral expenses For their daughter Jailah Nicole Silguero. In Tuesday's tragic school shooting at Robb Elementry School in Uvalde, Tx, Jailah has lost her life. She was only 11yrs old and had her life ahead of her. She was a Delighted, energetic, Lovely little girl that loved to make Tik-Tok Videos for friends and family. Please Help me help my Buddys out through this tragedy. Thank You, God Bless! Fly High Our Angel

here is a link to the gofundme to donate to alithia ramirez’s family for her funeral expenses.

Hello my name is Ernesto Morales and I made this go fund me to help out my nephew Ryan Ramirez and family through this very difficult time with whatever expenses that may come up. Alithia Ramirez was one of the students that were tragically taken from her family in the Uvalde School shooting. This little angel was taken from them, I pray that Ryan Ramirez find peace in this difficult time. My hearts hurts and I’m just torn with all the evil in this world. So if you can please help my nephew. God bless everyone and prayers to the other familys involved in this terrible tragedy. May she Rest In Peace..

here is a link to the gofundme to donate to tess marie mata’s family.

Hi guys my family and I recently lost my little sister to a school shooting in Uvalde, Tx. Any bit of donations you can give to help us during this crazy and difficult time would be helpful and appreciated from my family and I. Thank you.

here is a link to the gofundme to donate to jayce luevanos’ family for his funeral expenses.

We are all deeply saddened by the news we received from the Robb School shooting. It breaks my heart having to create a fundraiser for such a need but Jayce’s parents, Christina and Jose Luevanos need as much help as possible in these terrible times. The Cardona family is asking for any and all help both monetarily, for funeral expenses, as well as prayers for their family. Their son was taken along with so many others today in Uvalde. Any amount of help will go a long way to helping Jayce’s parents cope and if you are without means to help at this time, please lift him and all the parents coping this tragedy and loss, up in your prayers tonight. If you cannot contribute a share is greatly appreciated. Thank you for taking the time to read this and God Bless.

here is a link to the gofundme to donate to irma garcia’s family for her funeral expenses and her family’s needs.

Irma Garcia. A wife and mother to 4 children. Sweet, kind, loving. Fun with the greatest personality. A wonderful 4th grade teacher at Robb Elementary that was a victim in a Texas school shooting in Uvalde, Texas. She sacrificed herself protecting the kids in her classroom. She was a hero. She was loved by many and will truly be missed. Funds will be given to help the family for needs and funeral expenses. We love you so much Irma. The Martinez Family. The money will be used for any expenses needed for the funeral and for the family needs 

here is a link to the gofundme to donate to uziyah sergio garcía’s family for his funeral expenses.

I am Mariah Mendoza, I am from Grand Prairie, Texas, and I am Uziyah’s older cousin, and I am posting on the behalf of my tio, Sergio Garcia. The Garcia and Renfro families are in mourning today after the terrible tragedy that struck the town of Uvalde, Texas. Uziyah Sergio García, loved his Mom, Mandy Renfro, father, Sergio Garcia, and his two sisters, very much. He was loved by many. These funds will go for all funeral expenses and arrangements which are still to be determined.   We ask for your continued prayers and support during this difficult time. Pray for all the families affected as the pain is just too unbearable to fathom.

here is a link to the gofundme to donate to rojelio torres’ family for his funeral expenses.

It’s a hurting feeling to know that Rojelio is gone today and not with us, his life was taken May 24, 2022 along with innocent other kids, this was such a horrific tragedy that took place, I’m creating this gofundme for the Torres family as they are in need of funds for funeral expenses anything helps even if it’s a dollar. If you can’t donate that’s ok, if you can share or send prayers for the Torres family that would be greatly appreciated.

here is a link to the gofundme to donate to alexandria rubio’s family to support them in this time of need.

I am setting up this fundraiser for my cousin Alexandria Rubio,who tragically lost her life in the school shooting at Robb Elementary in Uvalde Tx. The money raised will support the family during their time of need. Thank you for your support.

here is a link to the gofundme to donate to eliahna torres’ grieving mother to support her.

Our family is at a loss for words as we suffer the death of an innocent daughter, sister, granddaughter, niece, cousin, and friend due to a careless act. Eliahna (Eli) was a victim of the Robb Elementry shooting in Uvalde, TX. All donations are for the grieving mother as she finds peace and a new way of living. She has a long road ahead; We welcome all of your prayers and thank you in advance!

robb school memorial fund: an account has been opened at first state bank of uvalde for the families of robb elementary. if you would like to donate, you can do so at any fsb branch. make all checks payable to the “Robb School Memorial Fund” and please mail checks to 

200 E Nopal St.  Uvalde, TX 78801

for zelle donations: [email protected]

this tweet has more resources as well.

IF YOU CAN’T DONATE MONEY, HERE’S WHAT YOU CAN DO:

1. donate blood! this is super important!! the south texas blood and tissue center is in dire need of blood donations following the tragic mass shooting, and they are encouraging people to donate blood to hospitals and centers. by donating, you can help ensure that hospitals will have enough resources and supplies readily available to treat victims.

2. parents, guardians, adults, and older siblings play a crucial role in reassuring and supporting children. listen to your kids, tell them you’re there for them, and let them know that you’re doing everything in your power to keep them safe.

3. keep talking about these events, keep fighting for gun control. silence is violence so keep fighting for our youth.

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