#esme quick

[justkeeponsimming]

One week later, the Quicks say goodbye to Copperdale and hello to Windenburg! 

Winter closes in, making moving between neighbourhoods tricky. However, in order to afford this much bigger home, the family had to sell most of their non-important belongings. They have their sentimental items and essentials, but that’s it. There’s plenty of room to grow into this home as Reed and her girlfriends save their simoleons.

Ivy has been at work all day, so hasn’t been able to help with the move. Reed’s mums, Esme and Zeta, muck in to get their minimal furniture across the neighbourhoods to the quiet outskirts of Windenburg. 

Many emotions surge through the family when they arrive. Excitement for their new home. Nostalgia for the memories already made here. Generation one of the Quick family called this their first family home generations ago. Reed feels so lucky that her family have acquired the property generations later, ready to add their own stories to the old home.

#the sims 4 #ts4 #sims #simblr #sims 4 #differences in the family tree #ditft #quick legacy gen 6 #esme quick #legacy challenge

[youareonlyastory]

Asking for thoughts, Carlisle Cullen and sexting 😭 is it too much for him? What does he do when Esme starts sending him hot messages 🙃

Oh and what thoughts these are 😍.

Okay Lovely, I’m about to utterly shatter your world… because Carlisle Cullen and sexting? Lame. Gorgeously, pathetically, ashamedly lame.

His sexts to his Goddess are nothing other than sickly sweet.

‘I am thinking of you.’

‘Time without you is time lost of worth.’

‘Do you remember where I left my belt?’

He also tries the typical;

‘Your upper torso plays upon my thoughts today and though I would give upon bended knee my last word to brush upon … I yet find myself scheduled for another valve replacement surgery.’

The problem with such attempts is that by the time he receives a nude in response, he is still in his office, unmoving, thinking of the correct way to respond in order to best capture his appreciation.

In short, his wife thinks he leaves her on read.

A lot.

Really, he’s trying to back space the cringe until he is only left with; ‘there are not words…’

For a man of prayer, that is all he has.

Now he may be a patient man, but no single person on Earth is more patient than a Queen sending a nude, returning and finding that after four hours, her husband is still online, message read, not a word typed.

He is lame.

Lame.

Lame and Cringe and Pathetic.

He cannot text.

But write, he can.

So when he has the time, and the clearest of minds usually with toffee curls spread on his chest (after some yummy, yummy pokey-dokie hot steamy session), he will take a fountain pen, lift up the thigh farthest from his sweet, insatiable beautiful Wife, and he will write to her in the most intangible cursive known to man.

And if he’s cheeky enough, he’ll nestle his note deep into her cleavage and cuddle her tightly.

TL:DR; he probably wanks Vampire spunk into his vampire slacks and dreams thoughtfully of his beautiful, stunning Wife without texting her back.

#but what do *you* think?? #pls gimme all the responses #twilight #carlisle cullen #esme cullen #carlisle x esme #@stregoni-benefici #asks #sexyaf #lets be fair #those two stud muffins are some absolutely leopards in the bedroom #and out the bedroom #and in them again #and bedroom here meaning her inner bedroom #😈 #this got nswf reeeeal quick #what an absolute boss ask #THANK YOU LOVELY

[itsallaboutbl]

ohhhh, he doesn't know it yet 😂

#yes i started this cause it's quick to watch and it was on my watchlist hahah #bump up business #esme comments

[emcads]

can your muse smell ants reply below

#esme can't but she would lie about it. #''of course i can. everyone can smell ants.'' #[turns to luis] luis quick what do ants smell like #✘; i have seventy two exams and i have not studied for one ( ooc )

[shewastheheart]

ooh so we're doing prompts now? in that case: Esme and Carlisle high school AU?

A/N: Well, this is exciting! I love prompts so thank you very much :)

Set in Esme's era of the early 1900s.

-

“Is there any chance we could eventually decide on a new meeting spot?” Carlisle grunts, following her up the thinning branches of the trees. 

Esme laughs down at him, the sound like the soft song of a bell. “Come on, Cullen. Use those muscles.”

He huffs up at her in annoyance, but they both know it’s feigned. They both know he would follow her anywhere. 

The tree house preceded them in existence, built unknown and what he presumed had to be ages ago. They had no idea if it was actually safe or sturdy enough to spend as much time as they do inside the makeshift home of wooden planks. But it was Esme’s favorite place to be, so naturally, it had become his too. 

When they made it to the tree house’s ledge, Esme hoists herself up using the rope they’d tied to one of the branches protruding through the walls inside. Per usual, he looks away, avoiding the precarious flutter of her skirt at her knees. He follows her in by clutching the hand she offers for leverage.

The boards of wall were covered in Esme’s sketches and paintings, her sketchbook and art supplies tucked safely in a box they’d brought up in the summer upon finding the place. Her passion nestled next to his, the study materials for medical school and the poetry books buried inside so his father would never find them. 

It was here they could both be their true selves, with no judgment from parents or peers. Here, they could dream and laugh. She avoided the scrutiny of her parents, the criticism that stole her girlhood, and he could dodge his father’s harsh words and even harsher hands. 

His father had never liked him, not after his mother died in delivery. The local pastor had an affinity for secret drinking to forget it all, the alcohol coaxing his usual quiet rage to the surface; Carlisle was the perfect target. Esme never saw the bruises, but he knew she suspected things. She was too observant for her own good. 

“How’d you make it past him today?” she inquires now, lighting an oil lamp in the corner, careful to drag it away from the wall. 

“He wasn’t home yet,” Carlisle answers evenly, dropping to his haunches in front of the keepsake box. “I’ll think of something before we get back. What are you going to tell yours?”

“That I’m out with one of my many suitors, learning the intricate delicacy of becoming a housewife,” she muses. She joked about it a lot, but he knew her parents’ expectations infuriated her on the inside, the constant push for marriage, the lack of interest in her even completing her education. Esme wanted to go to college, to make something of her life; her parents wanted her to let Charles Evenson court her.

“Do they think you’re out with Charles?” he asks next.

She shoots him a look. “Perhaps. They never seem to respond well to me spending hours with my best friend who is a male, three years older than me, and protestant.”

“Isn't Evenson older than you? And is he even Jewish?”

“I think it has more to do with his family name and the money behind it,” she mutters. “Isn’t that why your dad hates me? Family name and lack of money?”

“My father hates no one but me,” Carlisle chuckles, plopping to the floor and resting his back to the wall. “But ultimately, I think he wants me in chapel, training for my future.”

“Hard to train to become a world famous doctor in a church,” she murmurs, settling beside him and bumping her shoulder to his.

He offers her a soft smile, he can’t help it. No one’s ever had faith in him before, but she does. He has no idea why, but Esme believes in him more than he thinks he may believe in God. 

“I'm going to graduate soon, Carlisle,” she says conspiratorially, curling her knees up and letting them brush his side, “Then we’re going to get out of here, you and me.”

He turns his head to stare over at her, finds her already waiting with liquid green eyes and a tender smile. His gaze unthinkingly falls to her lips. 

He’s wanted to kiss her for years now, ever since he met her.

He swallows hard and drops his forehead against hers instead. “Promise?”

He can see her lashes fluttering, blinking furiously as if to clear a haze before she finds herself again.

“Of course,” she chuckles, reaching for his arm and squeezing. “I’ll go wherever you wanna go, Carlisle. Anywhere but here.”

-

Esme usually meets him every day after school in the forest behind her house. Neither of them rarely go home beforehand unless necessary, but Carlisle has to pass his on his way here from the school and sometimes gets delayed.

She’s been waiting for over half an hour.

She frowns and glances to the darkening forest, wondering if there’s a chance he went in without her, if he’s already waiting in the tree house. 

She debates for a long moment before trekking into the maze of trees and brush she’s carved a path through many times before. If he isn’t there, then that means he was caught on his way and she’ll have to wait until tomorrow to see him.

She’s halfway through the ten minute walk when it starts to drizzle, the darkening clouds bleeding into the darkening sky and releasing downpour. Esme hastens her walk to a run, her book bag slapping against her back at she races to the tree. 

The lamp in the tree above is lit.

She begins to climb, nearly slipping a couple of times, huffing as she finally reaches the top. Peering over the edge of the landing just to ensure it is him in there, she sees Carlisle sitting on the floor, back to the wall and head tilted back exposing his profile. His eyes are closed and a frown is carved deep into his mouth. She wants to draw him, trace the outline of his throat with her pencil, follow it with the tips of her fingers. 

Esme shakes the thoughts away and climbs the rest of the way inside, shaking the dampened curls of her hair. It’s then that she sees the floor, covered in ripped pages.

Her heart sinks as she silently plucks the first scrap of paper her fingers touch from the ground, one of his anatomy book pages torn. He doesn’t stir until she’s nearly across the tiny room, blinking as if emerging from a daze. 

“Esme?”

That is also when she sees the entirety of his face. His left cheek is slashed with a cut, his eye blackened and swelling.

He stands as she gasps, closing the distance to better inspect, but he catches her wrists when her hands rise to his face. 

“It’s fine,” he whispers, and outrage pools like fire in her veins.

“This is not fine,” she hisses, tears stinging her eyes unexpectedly. “I know he did this, I know it was him-”

“It doesn’t matter!” he growls, dropping her wrists and turning away from her. “None of it matters anymore. He - he’s sending me away for leadership training in the city. I finally told him it’s not what I want, that I wanted to heal people in a different way. I told him I was twenty-one and he couldn’t force me to do this and - well, he disagreed.”

Esme bit down on her lip and followed his retreat from her, tentatively touching his chin with trembling fingertips. He let her, staring down at her with sorrow that bled from the ocean blue of his eyes.

“Let’s just go now,” she breathes, watching the storm raging in those eyes threaten to settle, confusion like a lightning bolt of calm. “We can leave, we can-”

“Esme, we can’t,” he whispers sullen. “You haven’t graduated, neither of us has any real money, we can't-”

“I can still go to school, so can you, we can just live somewhere else and-”

“No,” he quiets her, placing gentle hands on her shoulders. “We can’t just... we have to think this through better, longer.”

“You’re not going back there,” she gets out, shaking her head furiously before reaching forward to wrap her arms around his neck.

He stands there, stock still for a long moment. Carlisle is not used to affection, the soft nudge of her shoulder or the gentle press of her forehead to his always a breath-stealing instance that passes far too quickly between them. But right now? She needs him as much as she'd like to believe he needs her.

She's not letting go.

-

She's not letting go, so he wraps his arms around her slim waist.

They stay like that for a long time, her quiet breathing settling his pounding heart, and he lets his body relax into hers.

The rain pounds on the wooden walls of their tree house, his secret sanctuary found with her. Esme is soaking wet against him, the drench of her clothing bleeding into his, but he doesn't care. He wants to stay like this forever.

But then Esme is pulling back, one of her arms retracting to lift between them. He closes his eyes as he thin fingers rise to his cheek, scaling the length of his swollen flesh, her fingertips like ice to the searing pain surrounding his eye.

"Oh, Carlisle," she whispers mournfully, those tender fingers traipsing downwards to linger at his chin.

He hesitates, not wanting to see the ache of pity for him, but slowly opens his eyes again.

Her gaze is trailing down his cheek, examining the cut from his father's ring, but then they are falling to his lips.

"You need ice," she mumbles, but her thumb is touching his bottom lip now, tracing the outline of his mouth.

Carlisle leans forward tentatively, just to rest his forehead to hers as they so often do, but Esme is lifting on her toes, their noses brushing.

"Esme." He doesn't know what else to say, just her name - a question, a request, a plea all in one.

Her lashes are fluttering at her cheeks, her pale skin glistening with raindrops, and then she is pressing her lips to his, uncertain and shy and the most beautiful thing he's ever experienced.

-

Carlisle stiffens completely under the touch of her mouth, but only for a moment. Neither one of them know what they're doing, but all she's ever known with certainty is that she loves this boy and she's wanted to kiss him since they found this treehouse.

His hands slip up the curve of her spine to cup her cheeks, his lips moving to fit against hers more properly, like a puzzle piece they've been looking for for months.

Esme sighs and holds his inflamed cheek in her palm while her other tangles through the fine, blonde locks of his hair.

Her heart is beating like a nervous bird in her chest, fluttering hard and frantic against her ribs, taking flight when Carlisle kisses her again and again and again.

"I want to go," he breathes against the part of her lips. "Wherever you go."

Her mouth breaks into a smile against his and she kisses him once more.

"Good."

-

Carlisle wraps her in the blanket they keep in the corner, curling her close against him as they settle in against the wall. They talk for hours, like always, this time about his father, everything he's never told her. She holds his hand, fingers twined securely through his, head tucked under his chin with her cheek flat against his collarbone.

"You'll just stay here tonight. I'll pack a bag and meet you in the morning when I leave for school. I have enough money saved for train tickets."

"Where do you want to go?" Carlisle asks.

"Columbus," she shrugs against him. "Or we can leave Ohio entirely. Where do you want to go to med school?"

"Esme," he chuckles, running fingers through the wild curls of her hair, still damp and drying from the rain. "It's not all about med school."

"I know," she huffs, shifting against him to sit up, her green eyes brimming with possibilities when they meet his. "But I'm happy to teach anywhere, Carlisle. I know you've studied more medical institutions and colleges than I've cared to look at for my degree. I know you have a preference."

To be honest, it's been forever since he even thought about where to go. His dream for the longest time now has simply been to leave their small town in Ohio, with her.

He sighs. "Okay, how about... Chicago?" he throws out, expecting her to scoff at him, but instead, her eyes light up.

"Okay," she agrees, smiling broadly at him. "There will be more opportunity there, more progression, it'll likely be easier for me to get into a new high school, fast track to my graduation, and then we can go to university together and-"

He's grinning when he leans forward to kiss her.

-

Esme leaves him that night with reluctance, hating the idea of him being alone, especially after all he's gone through. But if she doesn't arrive home soon, her parents will notice her absence and their plans will surely be dashed.

She promises to return within the next few hours, sealing the words with a firm kiss his mouth that has his fingers fisting in the collar of her shirt.

She packs and hardly sleeps, rising with the sun and leaving with her school bag slung over her shoulder, absent of books, filled instead with clothing, some food, and money stolen from her parents.

Esme moves through the woods with bated breath, her heart accelerating as the tree house comes into view. She climbs the branches as fast as she can, leaving her book bag on the forest floor, but when she reaches the entry to the room... no one is there.

"Carlisle?" she calls softly, feeling like a fool for it, but - but why isn't he here? She knows him, knows he would never just leave without telling her, without leaving her some kind of clue. Climbing inside, she notices a few drops of blood that were not there last night, the paper rippings now cleared from the floor.

But upon further inspection, there is nothing else. No sign of Carlisle at all.

Something in her heart plummets to her stomach, hope roiling in acid, but she forces it away and folds her legs beneath her to sit against the wall.

He'll come back for her, he will. She'll just wait.

And she does, all day long. She waits so long that her father eventually treks out into the woods searching for her, probably noticing she never came home from school that day.

She remains hidden in the tree house until the distant shouts of her name disappear, knowing she needs to formulate some kind of reason for why she was out so late, but her mind feels numb.

Carlisle is gone and he left without her.

#twilight fanfiction #esme cullen #carlisle cullen #twilight au #twilight #esme x carlisle #carlesme #tw: domestic violence #anon #prompt! #my writing #this went from exciting to horrible real quick #i'm sorry!

[mxtantrights]

absolutely hated Joss saying she didn't want to say anything bc she wants to be friends with Cam. Like that's really low. You just fully cheated on him after kissing on some guy three times now and you have the audacity to say you want to be friends while not telling the whole truth???? Cam better go off when he finds out.

#gh #general hospital #need him to lose it really quick #he has so much on his shoulders #and I need Amnesia Esme to see how dark he can get

[greenlakegalpals]

i FUCKING love kalex SO MUCH Hoky. F u cK F UCL

the longing, the co dependency, the cRUSHING desperation and readiness to die/throw themselves into danger if ANYTHING happened to the other. they had to ERASE alex memory of kara to GET HER A DATE. kara only jumped mong el bones cus alex was Too Busy Figuring Out She Was A Repressed Lesbian to pay kara any ATTENTION

idiots!!! idiots!!! i love them!!!

#cw: how can we make them less condependant and overlty shippy #cw: lets throw kara in the phantom zone and make alex so depressed and suicidal #cw: great idea!!! itll speedrun alex to making huge life altering relationship decisions with kelly like marrying her n having kids!! #cw: wait this isnt working quick make alex uneedlesly aggressive to kara about esme #cw: quick delete the scene of kara comforting esme we cant have the viewers think alex and kara are co parenting a kid #every bad decision and crash in rating has everythig to do with seperating kar n alex from being 'too close for sisters to be'

[kithtaehyung]

hi. just gonna let this here. i think it's quite interesting 🤔😇🥵🥵

HEY. YOU. CAN YOU NOT MAYBE???🫠🫠🫠 I’m already on the ground I cannot sink into the earth any further than this😭

#ESME NOT YOU TOO #after the brig was released… #you wanna go back in quick huh? #esmeralda! #club myg #mailbox💌

[vampiresinforks]

Smeyer really said "Eddie never masturbated once in 100+ years to the point where he is now physically terrified to nut."

I hate it here.

#re-reading twilight #yay my most hated book #for those who don't know me: #for me the saga ends with eclipse (altho eclipse is terrible too) bella keeps the Chevy; marries her ginger; #gets turned right after her quick skinny dip on Isle Esme #idk if they do it while she's human or if they ride the purity train either way there is no vamp semen and no demon impregnation #bella gets changed pretty much right away #the unhinged teens fuck and hunt and eventually stage their deaths in forks #then the whole marble family fucks out of forks #and they live happily ever after #*insert 4729 fun ideas on how belward are spending eternity; being cute and fun and happy teenagers* #-the end- #~

[totaly-obsessed]

Omg omg omg i have an idea

r is the team baby and mapi is like a big sister to her

it’s gameday and mapi always braids readers hair before a match, but with mapis injury, she can’t do it. So Aitana takes the role of being your big sister and helps you with everything,

Changes

Barcelona Femení x reader request

-> With Mapi injured, your usual plan gets changed

-> Very short! I hope you like it - was very fun to throw something quick and small together

➳ Masterlist

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

It was weird.

Ever since joining the team last season, Mapi had been a constant in your everyday life, and one day to the next, she was gone. She didn’t die, duh, but she was injured. And while a lot of people on the team injured themselves or sometimes just had to sit out – never Mapi.

She had taken you under her wing as soon as she saw you, but her plan of making you her accomplice didn’t work, as you were much too introverted to embarrass yourself in public like she intended to do.

Ingrid had always just scoffed at her girlfriend whenever she had sent you on a wild goose chase for something completely made up, while Maria would laugh at you. The Norwegian was always quick to solve the mysteries, pressing soft kisses on your forehead whenever you got annoyed, ignoring her girlfriend until she stopped.

While everyone on the team was great friends, even a family, the relationship between you and Mapi was just different and everybody knew that – which is also why everybody could see just how much it affected you that your favorite defender wasn’t there. Especially when you were in the starting eleven.

Ingrid had religiously been updating her girlfriend, reassuring her that you were in fact totally fine and not freaking out. But you weren’t fine.

The girls tried to help where they could – Lucy and Keira had picked you up from home, Pina sat next to you on the bus (Patri and Ona behind you, making for a very funny ride), Jana and Bruna had made you a new playlist that you were all listening to and Alexia did what she did best – she observed and helped when needed.

In the changing room, most things took their natural course as every girl had their slightly different routine and needs before a game.

You were so incredibly nervous. Making the starting eleven was big, especially for a club like Barcelona, but the team for the day was quite experienced, calming you down just a little. Esme looked just as nervous as you, she was a striker alongside you, making for a very young frontline.

Aitana saw you brushing your hair again and again and again, just to do absolutely nothing with it, just patting your own head in a calming manner. After three minutes she took pity – remembering that your older sister figure wasn’t there.

“No need to rip out hair Cari. Let me do it.”

The entire team had affectionally started to call you Cari in your first season – it was short for cariño, and you loved it.

As still as humanly possible you sat in your cubby, letting the ballon d'or winner do her thing, sometimes handing her a brush, a ponytail holder, or a bobby pin.

“I can’t do it like Maria, so I did something else. Do you like it, Cari?” She indeed had done a different hairstyle, but it was still braided out of your face and it looked cute.

“It’s perfect Tana, thank you!” The brunette couldn’t help but smile, seeing you come to life just a little more after such a simple action from her. In thanks you kissed her cheek, squeaking when Sandra poked you into your side, making all three of you laugh.

“Let me help you with your shirt.” The goalkeeper didn’t even wait for an answer, helping you tuck your shirt inside of the shorts – just like Mapi would do for you. “Thank you!”

Now you felt much more prepared and ready to take on FC Rosengård.

Walking in, instead of a mascot's hands you were holding Lucy’s who smiled at you so brightly that you couldn’t be sad anymore. “You’ll do her proud kid – don’t worry.”

The Brit had indeed been right. Mapi had been close to tears sitting next to Frido in the stands, as you scored an amazing goal in the second half, dedicating it to her, as you sprinted over to where they sat, pressing a kiss to your palm, and practically throwing it at her.

“Look at my sister!”

#woso x reader #woso imagine #woso #woso imagines #barca femeni #barca femeni x reader #barcelona femeni x reader #aitana bonmati #aitana bonmati x reader

[justkeeponsimming]

Reed can’t let this opportunity pass by!

She hastily calls her girlfriend, Ivy’s, number, hoping that she’s back from work. She’s relieved when her girlfriend’s voice answers after a few rings.

Ivy: “Hey, Starshine. I’ve missed you! How was Glitch -“

Reed: “Ives, I’m sorry to interrupt but is Kana with you?”

Reed hears some shuffling before she hears Kana, their girlfriend, joining Ivy on the call. She bites her lip nervously as Kana asks her if she’s okay, perhaps having heard the urgency in her voice.

Reed: “Alright…I know this sounds crazy, but I need you to see something.”

She waits with bated breath as she sends the real estate listing of her old family’s house in Windenburg. There’s a long pause before Kana finally speaks.

Kana: “Have you called the agent to put in an offer?”

Ivy: “Wolfie, this is a big decision - we can’t be that impulsive.”

Kana: “Why not? Reed’s family started in that home. We should continue their legacy there. Look at what the Quicks have done for the world.”

Reed stays quiet, just pacing back and forth as she listens to her girlfriends discuss the house purchase. She appreciates Kana’s compliments, but this is a big buy for the family. They need to check their finances and work out if they can really afford the home.

It  was a whim that brought her here, but a hope that the family might purchase this house…

#the sims 4 #ts4 #sims #simblr #sims 4 #differences in the family tree #ditft #quick legacy gen 6 #esme quick #legacy challenge

[anadiasmount]

christmas morning with you - jude bellingham x reader.

quick sum: the anticipated time of year arrives. after sharing a night full of laughters, joy and some nerves, dad! jude surprises his babies as santa on christmas morning. insta au at the end! 🤍🎄

wc: 2.6k | masterlist | jude’s masterlist

psa🗣️: i refuse to believe christmas is legit two days away cause what? but dad! jude once again for us girlies! hope you enjoy 🤍🎄

“i look hideous!” jude yelled, trying to fix the super loose santa costume on him. you cried your eyes out laughing, having to sit on the bed and cross your legs or you would pee from laughter. “no please i’m sorry, i’m sorry, not really but i’ll say it so you won't change,” you wiped your eyes and stood up, walking over to jude who was ready to get out of the costume. 

“it’s supposed to be funny and cheery baby, you said you wanted to do this? surprise zion and esmeralda?” you reminded him, tiptoeing up to fix the santa hat that clearly was to small for his head. “yes but now instead of them being happy they’ll cry, and i don't like to see my babies crying,” jude sighed. 

ever since you had your two little ones, jude was an emotional mess. he would cry just by listening to their small pleads and sniffles to stay when he had away games or international break. jude would tear up at the smallest things zion would do. when he first kicked a small football, to saying his name, even when he spent relentless nights in jude’s arms. looking at zion right now, he looked like baby jude. jude spent so much time that he eventually recognized his small footsteps anywhere around the house. 

esmeralda? she was the spitting image of you but had her daddy's eyes that anyone could say the same. she was almost a year old, and jude would often tear up at the fact she's all grown. he brushed the smallest coils and curls back into pigtails, dressed her into baby pink onesies, and held her in his arms when she slept. esmeralda was a chunky toothy baby, who was a daddy’s girl over anything. 

“they won't cry trust me. they can recognize you from a mile away. plus i think the illusion they have of santa has been pretty positive after they took pictures with him and didn’t cry,” you reassured him, your thumb stroking his cheek watching him smile and relax into your palm. 

“but that’s because they saw the other kids happy, this time santa is in their home,” jude nervously stressed. jude went to sit on the corner of the bed clearly upset now of the idea of surprising the kids. “baby, you're stressing for no reason,” you sat on his lap, a hand resting on one of his shoulders and the other over his chest, “everything will go to plan, they said bye to the elf, and they left cookies and milk. if anything i think this would be the light of their year.”

the elf on the shelf was a new tradition introduced this year. and zion loved it more than anything, the first to wake up to see where it had moved or had done. but it cost small disagreements about where it would go or what it would do between you and jude. while you wanted a sweet and mannered elf, jude wanted to make it seem it was naughty and mischievous. 

after spending an hour tonight to find a place in the house, the two of you settled with the elf placed on top of the fireplace with a bitten cookie. the cookies the four of you made together after coming home from christmas eve dinner, jude holding baby esmeralda as he decorated the cookie, zion eating the frosting instead of using it, esme watching her daddy's every move, while you kept perfecting every cookie and poured milk into a glass. 

“the last thing i want is them a crying mess and forever being traumatized by christmas,” jude recalled leaning up to kiss you. “stop you’re distracting me,” you push back after getting lost into it. “i’m trying to ease your nerves but you have different ideas,” you state. “if you say everything will be fine and no crying babies, than i trust my love, ok?” he smiled wide and then smirked. 

you rolled your eyes at his smirk, and his flimsy hands that made their way up to push the straps of your top down. “so you’ll wear the costume?” you asked in a low voice, he hummed his thumbs drawing small circles on your skin. “good, now change out of it for tomorrow morning,” you smirked and then got up. 

“worst comes to worst, they cry and that’s it, but you're their favorite person so they quickly get over it,” you say fixing the straps that felt loose. “you make it sounds like they prefer me over you,” jude replied after taking the santa costume off, putting a loose white tee over his black boxers. 

“because they do baby,” you stifled a laugh sounding a bit unsure, getting under the covers and checking the baby camera to make sure the babies were okay. “that’s not true y/n. you spend almost all the time with them, even when you work. they love you and me equally,” jude frowned, sitting on your side of the bed where you lay, jude tucking your hair behind your ear. 

“not only are you an amazing mommy to them, but the most wonderful fiance to me. you care for us during the good and bad, not once losing your cool even when you feel like that. they don't have favorites. don't doubt their love because they smile the biggest when you walk into the room. i love you, my sweet girl,” jude rambled, his eyes never leaving yours even when his hand interlocked with yours kissing over your ring finger. 

“i didn't want to cry, jude, but oh my gosh you make that hard with this,” you got up and hugged him, kissing over the small scar on his collarbone, “i love you so much. you’re the greatest gift in my life along with our babies zion and esmy. being able to spend christmas with you after is truly the most thing i’m thankful for, because i wouldn't ask anything more in the world for our family to be together,” you sniffled, hearing jude chuckle and kiss your head. 

“cmon. i know you're tired after moving up and down all day to make christmas eve perfect. which i kept forgetting to thank you by the way,” jude rubbed your back before going over to the other side and laid next to you, bringing you into his chest. “stop making it seem like it did all the work. i wouldn't have done it without your help jude. listening to my idea or making comments where stuff should go, that’s why i got you a gift,” you giggled at when he let out a small gasp in shock. 

“we agreed on no gifts!” 

“i know, i know! but i had to, i promise you will love it, and it’s something that will be a reminder everyday,” you had to force yourself to shut up, knowing you were the type to tell someone about their gifts before the day could come. jude hummed in a “we will see” manner, kissing you a last time before going to sleep. “goodnight santa,” you whispered hearing him laugh. 

“quit it!” 

during the night, the babies joined you in the bed. esmeralda due to being hungry and wanting to be fed, and zion because of a small nightmare he claimed to have. jude was up before any of you, placing a kiss on the babies cheeks and on your forehead. the three of you were heavy sleepers, jude was not, waking up at any small movements or noise. 

jude whispered quietly to wake you up, not waiting any longer to surprise his babies and watch them open their gifts. “y/n? wake up its almost 9am, im gonna go change and wait downstairs okay?” you squinted your eyes and nodded, looking at zion and esmeralda sound asleep, small snores leaving their mouths. “i’m gonna change her diaper and we will be down okay? Make coffee please,” you pleaded with your eyes and pout. 

“okay hurry please!” jude said with anticipation, quickly grabbing the red santa costume and hat. jude waited by the tree, holding two gifts that belonged to the kids, his white beard helping not give his appearance away. jude heard the small scream zion let out saying it was christmas, and his whines to make you hurry up so they could open gifts. 

“zion please be careful! don't run down the stairs or you could get hurt baby,” you scolded but laughed at his cheery mood. esme kicked in your hold, her messy curls everywhere as her face was still slightly puffy after she woke up. zion gasped, and slowly walked forward, “is that santa, mommy?” he asked you with a quiet voice, feeling his small hand hold yours. 

zion came to stand behind your leg slightly timid or scared, as esmeralda gave you curious eyes. jude for a second thought this would take a turn and go the opposite way. zion was like this, if he didnt recognize anyone at first he got shy, but jude knew he was quick to happy and cheery. you seemed to have your way as all of the sudden zion peeked his head and then walked to stand back into his original spot. 

jude held back a laugh, and walked close to where the three of you were. “it is zion, and look he has your presents! go say hi baby, don't be scared,” zion ran over to jude who slightly stumbled back at the sudden push from the smaller three-year-old as he hugged his leg. “i can’t believe you’re here!” zion laughed and jumped up and down excitedly. 

“mommy don't be rude come here and say hi,” the small toddler urged giving you an attempted look of being grumpy. “hi santa,” you said with a laugh sitting on the couch as esmeralda crawled to her brother. “look esmy, that santa! and he's here with our presents,” zion crouched down to say to her. she sat on the floor and pointed at jude with her chubby finger, “dada?, but her brother laughed in denial. 

“no esmy, that santa not dada!” the toddler replied. jude’s heart warmed when he heard his babygirl call for him, but he didn't want to spoil anything, it was going to plan and he wanted it to remain that way. The fear and anxiety leaving his body, being afraid they would cry and get scared. he knew it wasn't the case when zion hugged him again, and couldn't stop smiling.

after zion and esmeralda opened the gifts jude had in his hand, zion kept asking question as to why he was here, how many kids he had visited, if he liked the cookies you guys had, if he the eld you guys had, needed to go back or stay. esmeralda knew it was her daddy, as she immediately crawled into his lap and began to tug on his white beard. jude took the whole santa act seriously, changing his voice to go deeper and instead of laughing he did the infamous “ ho ho ho”. 

zion believed every single second of it, not even noticing it was jude underneath. jude or well santa had to go back, zion pleaded for him not to go, but jude explained he needed to feed the reindeer, and give him them carrots. that the north pole needed santa claus back or the workshop would fail and there would be no christmas. zion hugged santa tight as possible making him promise to come next year. 

jude passed esme to you, giving you a wink before he left through the front door, zion screamed out that he couldnt believe it, that santa was here. he even walked over to the elf and thanked him for making this happen as apparently, it was one of his christmas wishes for santa to visit. 

“daddy! daddy! oh my god, santa was here you missed it!” zion yapped, explaining to jude who had the biggest smile on his face as he heard his little toddler ramble and stutter. esmeralda went back to her daddy as you grabbed you and jude a fresh brew of coffee in the christmas-themed mugs, kissing his lips and greeting him a good morning.

the next hour was spent watching your babies laugh and thank you repeatedly at their gifts, zion continuing to talk about santa being here. you took small pictures and videos to look back at the memory, jude kissing your shoulder from time to time, his brown eyes staring into yours. 

when you saw the time was right, zion and esme playing with his new toys, you walked over to grab both gifts. the presents neatly wrapped in the red wrapping snowman-themed paper with a small card dedicated to jude. when you sat down, jude did the same, bringing your gifts over to you, where you shook your head in disbelief. “i know we said no gifts but i couldn't help myself. i love to spoil you,” he said. 

after you and jude opened every gift, you gave him the final one. jude furrowed his brows, gently unwrapping the gift paper, continuing to eye you. you watched as he opened the red velvet box, and inside was a gold neck with three charms. your baby's heartbeats from your early pregnancy days, and an engraved hearth charm where it was custom themed, your hand writing spelling out ‘jude + y/n’ and your anniversary date where he asked you to be his gf. 

jude inspected every piece, his eyes welling up with tears feeling overjoyed with emotion. “there’s one more,” you reached behind you and grabbed the album of photos, jude letting out a nervous laugh as he began to look and reminisce you early relationship days, finding out you were pregnant, the trip to bahamas, zion and esmy when thet were tiny, and your proposal. jude brought you to his lap, where he wiped the tears away and snuck his head into the crook of youe neck. 

“i can’t thank you enough for this y/n. for this,” he gestured to the necklace and charms, “this” then the album still in his hand, “and for our little family,” jude felt over the moon. feeling speechless after the christmas morning went better than he imagined. He pulled you in closer, feeling more in love by you, a piece of him being complete after the gift you gave him.

“you’ve made this christmas and year so memorable, and im so lucky to have you jude. it’s the least i could do after everything you've done for me and our kiddos. i’m thankful to have met you, and to have person look after us 24/7. i love you so so so much,” you persisted, wiping the tears still present onto his cheeks. 

“i love you more than life itself,” he kissed you, holding your chin as your kiss felt like heaven. your lips made for him to taste and relish, molding perfectly with his. his hand tugged on you hair, not wanting to let go and keep you like this forever. jude had to resist and pulled back feeling breathless, you the same. 

hours later, jude was wearing the gold chain necklace, he had fallen asleep on the couch, baby esmeralda on his chest, while zion slept safe and sound, his head leaning onto his shoulder. he spent hours playing with them, the whole morning filled with laughs and screams from them. Jude had woken up, and went to place each baby in their rooms. 

he looked around for you, and called out for you and stumbled back in pure shock. you leaned on the door frame wearing nothing but a red lingerie set. a lace bra and thong, and thigh garters that were clipped onto the top waistband. he approached you, getting hard immediately, enamored with your body. he wasn't expecting this, but he sure as hell wasn't going to complain as you stood there with innocent eyes and a smirk on your face.

“you could count this as your last present.” 

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Could you do one with Esme Morgan or Georgia Stanway? pls I love your fics 🤍

bucket list - georgia stanway

georgia stanway x reader

description: in which you and your best friend make bucket lists and yours leaves you both questioning the status of your friendship

warnings: quite long i think, silly silly pining, swearing

a/n: hiya!! went with g on this one as i have one for es coming sooonnn, hope you enjoy!! thanks so much for the request and the love ❤️

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your best friend, georgia made it her number one priority to tease you. she’d like to say it was her job, no matter what you did, she’d always be there to tease the shit out of you because she just couldn’t help it.

she loved to see your shy smile or annoyed face with a groan at her teasing but she would never tell you that.

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you grew up with georgia, best friends ever since you met at the england youth camps when she accidentally kicked a ball straight into the back of your head.

“head’s up!” a voice beckons while you chat with ella and alessia. “ow, fuck!” you let out a pained laugh, whipping your head around to see an apologetic, worried georgia running towards you.

“i’m so sorry, (y/n)” she says earnestly, placing a hand on your shoulder, giving it a light squeeze as you look at her with wide eyes. “georgia, i’m fine” you say assuringly, slightly confused at the girl’s stern expression. “let me make it up to you?” georgia pleads, taking her hand off your shoulder and letting it hang by her side. you smile at the slightly older girl, “georgia, please, you don’t have to do anything” you let out a small giggle, georgia lets out her own as well, “i’ll make it up to you, promise!” she winks, waving goodbye to you and running off towards niamh.

when you turn back to ella and alessia, they send you cheeky grins. “what?” you laugh, “nothing” they both quip, smirking at each other before passing a ball between them.

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georgia did in fact make it up to you, the girl would buy you bags of lollies or she’d get you a drink almost everyday. every time she walked in with that bright smile, the two of you would talk for what felt like hours when in reality minutes. the two of you grew extremely close over the years and everyone thought it was so endearing that your friendship and obvious love was so strong.

through the affirmation of almost everyone of your teammates, you’d come to terms that you liked georgia more than a friend but you would never tell her that, you couldn’t afford to lose her.

throughout the years of being georgia’s best friend, you’d seen all her romantic partners come and go. it broke your heart when they came along but you always put on a brave face and a friendly smile whenever you were introduced to them.

everyone would look at you sympathetically when she’d bring her special someone along to a dinner or a party, many of them giving you long hugs to cheer you up. and every time someone did, georgia would quirk her brow and ask what was wrong only to be met with your bright smile and the shake of your head.

“nothing” you smile, driving georgia borderline insane to the point where she couldn’t sleep at the thought of your kicked-puppy expression.

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“we need to find you someone, (y/n/n)! it’s time!” georgia slings her arm over your shoulder during an england team dinner, leah (your ultimate older sister figure) sits across from you and sends you a knowing look when you glance up at her.

“i’m fine, g” you laugh, sipping nervously on your drink when you hear her groan. “no, it’s not fine, love, i want you to be happy” she pleads, giving you a quick kiss on your temple which makes your cheeks turn pink.

you swallow the lump in your throat, tracing your finger over the rim of the glass in front of you, “i am happy, georgia, just drop it, please” you utter, feeling her eyes burn into the side of your head. georgia opens her mouth to say something more but lets out a pained yelp instead when leah kicks her under the table.

you look at georgia concerned, she just smiles at you sheepishly, taking her arm off your shoulder and placing them in her lap.

“sorry” she mumbled,

“(y/n)? come to the bathroom with me?” leah smiles, you nod instantly and the older girl hoists you up from your seat, and as soon as the girl’s arm is over your shoulder, you break down.

“i’m so sorry, darling” she mutters, running her hand up and down your arm comfortingly. your tears run down your cheeks when you make it to the bathroom, your breathe shakily as leah speaks sweetly to you.

“why doesn’t she like me, lee?” you look up at her tearfully and she’s heartbroken, pulling you into a hug. “she’s silly if she doesn’t, love” leah retorts, squeezing you gently and helping you look somewhat presentable to go back to the table.

georgia looks at you with wide eyes when you sit back next to her, your glossy eyes sending a dagger straight to her heart at the though of her making you upset. “you okay?” she whispers, “i’m okay” you smile and nod at her, quickly tapping her thigh before focusing on a conversation beside you.

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to get georgia off your back, you let her set you up with one of her friends. when you walked into training the day after your date, she sends a wolf whistle your way.

“hello, missy, the date went well, huh? she really liked you” georgia teases, grabbing your hand with a gentle squeeze to sit you down next to her.

she sits cross legged in her cubby and prompts you to do the same.

you let out a nervous laugh, in all honesty, the date did go well but she wasn’t georgia and it killed you. you didn’t want anyone but her and you could never tell her that.

“it was alright” you shrug, georgia just shakes her head amusingly at you, “it was alright” she mocks your voice and laughs when you slap her knee.

“come on! don’t leave me hanging, love, it’s been killing me” she pleads, grabbing your hand again and holding it in her lap.

“she’s lovely, but i don’t think she’s really my type” you cringe, scratching the back of your neck with your free hand.

“not your type?” she cocks her head to the side, thinking of what to say when you look at her sheepishly.

“what’s your type then?” she questions simply, causing you to choke on nothing. her eyes widen and she passes you her water bottle, you drink from it quickly while georgia watches worriedly.

one you calmed down, you and georgia both let out little giggles.

“um, i don’t know” you exhale, “well, i hope she makes me laugh, super kind and um..maybe plays football as well?” you answered, looking right into her eyes and she just nods. “i’ll work on it, i need my best girl to have her own best girl” she teases with a wink, causing you to roll your eyes with a shy smile.

“all right, stanway, get your boots on” you pat her thigh gently and stand up, walking over to your own cubby to get ready for training.

before she walks out to the pitch, she gives you a sloppy kiss on the cheek which makes you squeal surprisingly, pushing her off you with false grimace as she laughs loudly at your expression. she completely misses how your cheeks are burning red when she runs out of the room.

she was killing you. you were killing her.

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it was during the world cup in australia where your friendship took a complete turn. leah wasn’t there for you to confide in and it made you nervous.

during the long plane ride, the staff decided to give the team random things to do for the duration of the plane, one of them being, make a bucket list with 10 aspirations for the year.

you guys would make them on the plane and then present them to each other during dinner that night.

you and georgia smile excitedly when you’re given the colourful paper and the glittery pens, both of you wordlessly competing with one another about who would make the better one.

everyone diligently worked on their bucket lists, laughter and bright smiles filling the plane as you all wrote down your wishes for the year.

georgia, much to your amusement, tried to copy your list, claiming she was stumped.

“g! come on, man” you groan, placing a hand on her cheek as you push her peering eyes away from your paper. “love! come on, man!” she mocks, attempting to bite your hand on her cheek, you gasp and move it away from her, grabbing your paper and clutching it to your chest.

“(y/n/n), please, i don’t know what to write” she whines, attempting to grab your paper with a giggle, “just make it up then, copycat!” you stick your tongue out at her and she smiles amusingly.

she rolls her eyes at you, huffing out a sigh and writing random things down on her paper.

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it was dinner time, all of the girls were excited to share their aspirations for the year. georgia the entire time she was awake on the plane teased you relentlessly, attempting to steal your paper, prompting you to run away from her as soon as you landed.

a lot of the responses for the lists were things like: ‘win the world cup’ (i’m sorry), ‘travel more’ etc, you were nervous to share your list, it was forward and you knew it. you just wondered what everyone would think, a specific girl in particular.

after georgia shared hers, you were the only one left, she lists you from your seat after your refusal, carrying you over to the front of the room and placing you down with a satisfied smile.

you look at everyone nervously and they all send you encouraging smiles, you take a deep breath and start.

your list too had the world cup wish, the travel wish and some other random ones you put prompting the girls to laugh. but when you got to your last one, they all smirk at you knowingly.

“get a kiss from someone i love” you say shyly, rolling your eyes at the smirks and whistles as you wave them off. georgia smiles at you when you sit beside her, “let’s help each other with our lists” she whispers in your ear, you nod with a smile, internally cursing yourself for writing your last bullet point.

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georgia tossed and turned all night after the team dinner. you were rooming together but you were fast asleep. she smiles looking over at you bundled up in the hotel bed, taking a picture of you and mindlessly setting it as her lock screen.

the truth is, georgia has always had feelings for you, she just couldn’t admit it to anyone else because she was afraid. she would date people to distract herself from you but it just made it worse, having to imagine her lover was anyone but you was torture.

so when she attempted to set you up on dates to see you happy, she thought it would diminish her feelings for good. obviously, it didn’t, the thought of you with someone else had her blood curdling and her heart breaking all at the same time.

she rose up from her bed and looked at the small desk across the room, seeing both of your lists perched up there. she gets out of bed and takes yours in her hands, her fingers trace over your carefully crafted list, smiling at your pretty handwriting.

she takes a photo of it, making a mental note of helping you achieve everything there, even if she wasn’t the lucky one to make the last one happen. (idiots).

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it was the next day, georgia was clingier than usual and it made you curious. when you two got to training, she had her arm around you whenever she could, making you laugh and teasing you as much as she could.

alessia and ella look at each other after witnessing each interaction, laughing at your pink cheeks for the girl that could easily be masked as exhaustion from training. you walk past the two girls while georgia trails closely behind you,

“maybe number 10 will come true, hey, (y/n/n)?” ella teases, getting a little slap on the shoulder from alessia when your eyes widen. georgia tenses and her eyes look between the two girls, then to you and back to them again. she could feel her jealousy brew, unaware that the girls were insinuating that number 10 would be her.

you send them both a little glare when georgia nears you again, they both smile and walk off. “number 10 is quite the talker” georgia nudges your shoulder with her own, “yeah, it’s stupid really” you shrug, eyes trained on both of you walking on the pitch. “it’s not stupid!” she exclaims, no hint of teasing in her tone causing you to look up at her in surprise.

“really?” your jaw is slightly slack, “really?” she mocks, you laugh instantly, there she is, your georgia.

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that night when you both made it back to the hotel room, you both flop down on your respective beds, both of you smiling happily as you sink into the mattress.

“so..just out of curiosity, who would you want to do number 10 with” georgia’s voice breaks the comfortable silence in the room. she looks over at you nervously, you focus your attention on the ceiling when you feel your breathing slightly quicken.

“oh i don’t know” you laugh nervously, “i mean i have someone in mind but it won’t work out” you admit, a tinge of sadness laced in each word you spoke, “really?” georgia sits up, looking at you expectantly, in turn, you move to sit up too, resting your back on the head board of the bed as you look at her with an unreadable expression on your face.

“yeah, she doesn’t like me back so definitely likely it won’t happen” you sigh, avoiding looking into her eyes, terrified she would catch on to your words.

“i’m sure she does, go on then, who is it?” she smiles, moving off her bed to sit in front of you on yours.

you begin to fidget with your hands, picking the skin around your nails, a nervous habit that georgia always had to stop you from doing, she instantly moves closer and takes both hands in her own, giving you a stern but somewhat affectionate expression.

“i don’t know if i should say, i don’t want you to hate me or anything” you mumble, looking down at your entangled hands. “i could never hate you, don’t be silly, just tell me, love, this is a safe space” she smiles, running her thumbs over your knuckles.

“it’s you” your heart beats out of your chest, you can hear each frantic beat filling the room as georgia looks at you in a surprised manner. her grip on your hands tighten, “i love you” you utter, you can feel your body overheating under the gaze of georgia, her mouth is agape as her eyes trail over your features.

“i’m number 10?” she inwardly asks under her breath, but your proximity makes it easy for you to hear so you nod at her words. “you’ve always been number 10, and i know you don’t like me back and it’s okay, just please don’t pull yourself away from me” you plead, your eyes slowly brimming with tears when her brows furrow.

“woah, who said i don’t like you back?” she questions, moving closer to you so your knees were touching.

“what?” you blurt, if you weren’t already red, this would’ve set you on fire. georgia's cheeks fill with pink as she smiles at you, “baby, i’ve always loved you” she speaks earnestly and you both are swarmed with butterflies.

“georgia” you utter, “it’s always been you, love,” she declares, “i tried to distract myself from you but it doesn’t work, they’re not you” she expands, her hands intertwine with yours.

“it’s the same with you, no one comes close to you, g” you admit affectionately. both of you smile at each other knowingly, you both loved each other and it’s all that mattered at this point.

after a few minutes of just looking at each other with lovesick glances, you break the silence. “so..” you grin, georgia giggles brightly, her eyes trained on your lips for a moment before looking back into your eyes.

“can i help you with number 10, baby?” georgia whispers, your breath hitches at her forwardness, nonetheless, you nod. she smiles at you before tugging you forward, pulling you to sit on her lap. both of you look at each other shyly, this foreign yet familiar closeness somehow working completely.

you place your hands on the sides of her neck, your fingers playing with the loose hairs that have fallen from her ponytail. her hands seek refuge on your hips, her thumb rubbing back and forth over your shirt.

she looks into your eyes lovingly, seeking silent confirmation from you to see if you really wanted this. your enthusiastic smile and your excited eyes glancing between her eyes and lips said everything and more.

georgia, painfully slowly moves forward, her lips grazing yours without actually kissing you just yet. a tease, as per usual, she was still your georgia. you huff out a laugh against her lips and she pulls back to look at you amusingly,

“what’re you laughing at” she giggles, you shake your head at her and pull her forward towards you again. “you’re such a tease, stanway” you say against her lips, closing the gap and melding your lips together.

almost like you’d done it before, your lips move together simultaneously. she hums into your mouth and you smile against her, giving her your own noise of enjoyment as she pulls you closer to her, your bodies pressed up against each other.

after a few seconds, you feel her tongue lightly working its way into your mouth and you gladly accept, both of you making out until you had to pull away reluctantly for air.

she pulls away breathlessly and looks at you with blown out pupils and kiss swollen lips, almost looking into a mirror with your identical appearance. “you’re perfect” she mutters, pecking your lips a couple of times while you giggle against her, “you’re perfect” you mock her and she pinches your hip lightly, “it’s not nice being teased, huh?” you laugh, she kisses your cheek repeatedly as she lowers you onto the bed, hovering over you slightly,

“whatever, worked on you though, you love me” she cheeses out, nudging your nose with her own. “hm, i guess i do, but you do too” you smile, puckering your lips up at her and smiling when she instantly places a chaste kiss on your lips again. “yeah, i do” she whispers against your lips, settling on top of you and pulling you into a tight embrace.

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when you both waked into training the next day with shy smiles and intertwined hands, screams and cheers echoed in the change rooms. “fuck yes!” ella screams, jumping around with alessia while everyone fusses over the two of you. somehow, leah was facetimed and the girl teared up. “my little babies are all grown up” she coos, the phone shoved into your face as you sit in georgia’s lap to talk to her.

“turns out she liked me the whole time, lee” you giggle, georgia nods instantly and kisses your cheek. leah smiles at you both, admiring two of her best friends so giddy over each other.

“i’m so happy for both of you” leah speaks full of affection, ruining the moment when her captain side comes out. “okay, love you both but, training, now!” she exclaims, blowing you both a kiss and hanging up promptly.

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when you both got back that night in the hotel room, georgia grabs a pen and checks off number 10 on your list, giving you a cheeky smile before joining you for a cuddle in bed.

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yourname: forever my number 10 xx

↳ stanwaygeorgia: honoured

leahwilliamsonn: took you both long enough

↳ yourname: i’m sorry i cried over this idiot to you for years

↳ leahwilliamsonn: here anytime, my girl

↳ stanwaygeorgia: watch it. both of you.

ellatoone: where’s the photo creds?

↳ stanwaygeorgia: tooney took this

↳ ellatoone: thanks.

#woso #woso community #woso fanfics #woso one shot #woso x reader #woso imagine #georgia stanway #georgia stanway x reader

[faithinlouisfuture]

how do i get out of this pic?

i'm gonna live here now

bye

As you very well should! You need a roommate actually? How much is the rent? I’m willing to do both of our laundry actually.

#esme <3 #I’m telling you it’s his eid selfie #he got all dressed up and said #let me post a quick thirst trap #zaynie

[qdbs-writes]

Do you write fem readers?!? 😭 If so can you write some head cannons about the Cullens with a goth s/o

i proudly write for all readers, nonny! and I'm gonna assume this about about trad!goth, but I'll try and make sure this applies to most goth subcultures!

Cullen Clan x Goth!Fem!S/O

Carlisle Cullen

He's confused but supportive. Back in his day, the term 'goth' only applied to the people who sacked Rome, which he'll remind you of regularly, especially if you're visiting the Volturi (who will also assume that you are directly connected to the ancient Goths, and would fear you as a result).

He'd be interested in your genealogy, because he thinks you're connection to the goth style can't be mere coincidence or personal choice, and it wouldn't be difficult to find out either, all he'd have to do is check if you have any Germanic ancestry from the last 2000 years.

Esme Cullen

If you're happy and comfortable, she's happy and comfortable. While it probably isn't her style personally, she's quick to see the benefits. For instance, black is a very easy colour to maintain, particularly with regards to cleaning.

Her only concern is getting you clothes other than black so that you can have something to wear to events that may require specific colours, like if you two are guests at a wedding (she wouldn't want you wearing black as it's bad luck for the couple).

Edward Cullen

Edward himself is basically a diet-corporate goth, so dating you will probably help him develop his own sense of comfort in the style.

The two of you are regularly seen brooding in the Forks CVS, loitering around the hair dye section, silently terrifying all of the elderly people waiting at the pharmacy.

Edward is likely already very familiar with goth music, has absolutely been to some Bauhaus concerts in his time, and probably has a respectable collection of gothic rock records in his room.

Rosalie Hale

It'll be like a Barbie/Oppenheimer-esque clash in aesthetics. I personally see Rosalie with a very Y2K aesthetic, so the two of you walking down the street together might turn some heads.

That doesn't mean that she isn't fully supportive of your style though, and appreciates the philosophy of the aesthetic, how it's a style built on defying expectations of conformity and obedience. In her short life, all Rosalie knew was to dress properly, smile, be open, happy, a willing host, an amusing guest. In death, she's proud to be herself, and even prouder to be with someone so comfortable with dressing exactly how they want, regardless of what others might think.

Emmett Cullen

You dress scary and Emmett loves it. He has regularly compared you to a venomous snake, your black clothes and aggressive makeup mean that almost everyone in Forks steers clear of you. But not Emmett, he's never had the survival instincts to stay away from things that could kill him, in fact, your "unapproachable" style only drew him in more.

Absolutely loves wandering around Forks with you, even if you aren't particularly doing anything. He thinks it's hilarious that some people cross the street to avoid you, it's like having 'scary dog' privileges.

Alice Cullen

She'd seen you in her visions for some time, but she almost didn't recognise you when you started dressing strangely and wearing heavy makeup. At first, it disturbed her, you looked like the sleep-paralysis demons that used to haunt her in the asylum.

Once she gets the chance to meet you in real life, that fear quickly subsides. Through your relationship, Alice learns how much of a safe space goth society can be, and that she can rely on other goths to not be judgemental towards her like so many others are.

Jasper Hale

Greatly appreciates the Victorian-era elements that are incorporated into your clothes, it helps him feel less old. You'll make his day if you show any interest in his clothes and jewellery that he had in life, particularly the more morbid pieces (such as the ring made out of his mother's hair).

If you're looking particularly historical, he'll love to get in his original clothes from when he was alive (except the ""uniform"" that shan't be mentioned), and stroll about Forks with you, arm in arm, like a true Southern gentleman.

#twilight saga #twilight saga headcanons #twilight sage imagine #carlisle cullen #carlisle cullen x reader #edward cullen #edward cullen x reader #rosalie hale #rosalie hale x reader #emmett cullen #emmett cullen x reader #alice cullen #alice cullen x reader #jasper hale #jasper hale x reader #cullen clan #cullen clan x reader #qdbs writes #esme cullen #esme cullen x reader

[trashpandato]

Kara

It starts innocently enough.

When Kara gets to the Tower one afternoon, she spots a large Tupperware container on the shared table in the middle of their break room. It’s full of cookies and cupcakes. But when Kara gets closer, she sees it: a large pink Post-It note that reads “Cookies are for the bake sale at Esme’s preschool. DO NOT EAT!”

Disappointed, Kara shrinks back from the container. She spends the afternoon distracted, thinking about baked treats, until Lena pulls her aside and asks her to go for a walk. The walk ends up being an excuse for Lena to buy Kara a coffee and three extra large cookies from the food truck at the edge of the park.

But then, it keeps happening.

Kara opens the communal fridge at the Tower a few days later and finds a couple of containers inside that are clearly labeled. One says “Nia’s lunch”, the other spells out that it contains an experimental energy gel that Brainy has been eating whenever he works overtime. 

Kara frowns. This is a new development. And sure, maybe she has a bit of a history of eating whatever is available, at times raiding the fridge and eating everyone’s leftovers. She can’t help that there are moments when a fight leaves her exhausted and hangry. But to think that her friends are starting to leave passive-aggressive notes on their food to keep her away? It stings a little.

Kara doesn’t confront them. Instead, she simply observes as more and more Post-It notes appear, warning her to stay out of boxes of donuts or a selection of cheeses, and even leftover noodles now have names attached to them.

It makes Kara grumpy.

It’s about two weeks later when Kara returns to the Tower after a particularly grueling fight with a Dominator. After a quick medical check, Alex tells her she’s free to go and leaves her to her own devices in the med bay.

Kara is about to slide off the bed she’s been sitting on when Lena touches her elbow to get her attention.

“You look spent. Why don’t we find you a little snack and then I’ll take you home?”

“It’s fine,” Kara grumbles. “I have food at home.”

“I know you do. But you look like you’re about to pass out. Come on.”

Before Kara can protest, Lena has pulled her into the lunch room.

“Lena, I, there’s nothing here for me.”

“What do you mean? Of course there is. It’s a fridge full of food. Look!”

Kara throws her arms up in the air and lets them fall back down. “But none of it is mine! It’s Nia’s lunch, or Kelly’s donuts, or, or, cookies that are meant for some special event.”

Kara is about to turn around and head out when Lena opens the fridge and Kara sees that it’s full to the brim with all kinds of different food. There are at least three boxes of pizza, a couple of paper bags that she knows are from her favourite Chinese restaurant, and then she spots an entire shelf of pastries. But the thing that stands out most is that each item features a bright green Post-It note and they all say “Kara”.

And maybe it’s the day’s exhaustion finally catching up with her, or maybe it’s the knowledge that Lena has made sure that all of her favourite foods are here, but when she looks back at Lena, her vision is blurry with tears.

“Thank you,” Kara manages to croak out.

“You’re welcome. Now come on. Let’s eat.”

#supercorp #kara x lena #supercorptober2023 #supercorptober