#hey Nonny thanks for coming to my ask box with it!!!

[shadowlali]

hey lali,uhm, i'm having a mental-breakdown lately & i just wanna ask if u can make my request work, since i love ur writing sm (plzzzz) well, Alejandro x f!reader is "the other woman" but she got pregnant and decided not telling Ale but he finds out. I hope u can make it a happy ending, so somehow can eased my pain now.

hope this reach u, <3

the rest of my life

COD - Alejandro Vargas x fem!reader

[18+] wc: 4.7k masterlist

warnings: NSFW (no descriptive sex scenes), some proofreading, no use of Y/N nor too many details on reader’s appearance, allusions to sex, infidelity (Alejandro is married to another woman), pet names, pregnancy, mentions of pregnancy symptoms, HEA a/n: hi nonnie, thank you for being patient, i'm sorry this took so long. i had horrible writer's block but i seem to be on the other side of that. i hope all is good with you, and i hope the pain you're feeling has eased, even if just a bit 🤍 i did the best that i could with this, hope you enjoy! 🧚🏼‍♀️✨🫧

A damn smoothie. It was the fucking strawberry-banana smoothie that you’d been craving all week that brought you to this small café. Hidden behind the large potted plant in the entryway, you watch as a woman places a hand on Alejandro’s chest. They sit at a small table in deep conversation, the diamond on her ring finger glittering in the natural sunlight that shines through the windows. He grabs her hand, a matching wedding band placed on his ring finger. 

You lie to yourself for a few moments, maybe it's not him, maybe it's not him, maybe it's not him. But no one else in the godforsaken town has the same broad shoulders and black curls like him. She looks up at him with wide eyes, tears brimming the waterline.  

Nausea and white hot betrayal coil in your stomach. He’d been in your bed just four weeks ago. Wrapped in your sheets, in each other's arms, too crazy with lust to leave each other’s company. He stayed with you until he dragged you to his ranch where he showed you his room, the large shower, and the kitchen counter that was the perfect height for your hips. 

- 

Four weeks ago: 

In a cliche-like fashion, you’d bumped into him while walking out of the grocery store. You were new in town, busy with organizing your new house and running errands around Las Almas. You were a little flustered, the man you had accidentally collided with was tall and way too handsome for his own good. 

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you!” 

“No te preocupes. I can’t complain when a pretty girl bumps into me,” he said with a grin. “How about dinner to make it up to me? My treat, of course.” [Don’t worry]

Wow, straight to the point, you thought, what the hell, sure. You exchanged names and contact info before heading back home to get ready. It really was supposed to be just dinner. But the conversation flowed naturally and the two of you sat so close to each other, close enough that he was constantly gliding warm fingers over your arm or hand. 

Alejandro walked you home because as the Coronel of Las Almas, I need to make sure you make it home safe, he said. It was you who tilted your head slightly to the side and pressed your lips to his, sliding your hands over the hard muscles of his chest. It was him who pressed you gently to the front door and deepened the kiss, taking the keys out of your hand and unlocking the door without ever breaking the kiss. 

There were still boxes in the living room and kitchen, which you two slightly tripped over, but fortunately the bedroom was furnished. He was gentle when he kissed you, cupping your jaw in his hands and lightly stroking his thumb over your cheek. Alejandro’s fingers traveled down to your hips where he pulled you in close, the softness of your belly meeting the stiff bulge of his erection. 

Warm hands and a scratchy beard woke you from deep sleep the next morning. After making you come with his mouth and then his cock again, Alejandro went out to bring back breakfast. Seeing as your house was still unpacked and in disarray, you sat on the dining room floor in a nest of pillows and blankets he grabbed from the couch. 

“Leave it, Alejandro. It’s fine–” you stressed as you tried to stop him from unpacking some of your boxes.

“Princesa,” he emphasized, “I want to help. Please.” [Princess]

Who were you to say no to a little help around the house? Not when he was calling you sweet names like princesa and telling you con cuidado, mami, no te caigas when you were balancing on the counter to put plates away. In just a few short hours Alejandro and you managed to organize the house. You weren’t sure how common it was for a one night stand to help someone settle in, but that’s exactly what Alejandro did. [Be careful, mami, don’t fall]

He left that afternoon with a promise to be back the next morning to take you on a personal tour around town. Alejandro arrived at your doorstep the next day with a plant, a welcome to the town present, he said, walking into your house and placing it by your kitchen window where it could get sun. You visited the Vaqueros' base and even got to ride in one of their giant jeeps. He took you to the town’s lake and taught you how to properly skip rocks after gently teasing your effort. 

Alejandro spent another night in your bed, convincing you the next morning to come back with him to his ranch. He encouraged you to pack an overnight bag because his ranch es tan hermoso that you’ll want to stay. It really was beautiful. An hacienda-style home, straight out of a painting. His sheep were soft and so cute you wanted to steal one. The horses, so gentle, were his pride and joy.  [so beautiful]

Two days spent at his place until you had to practically beg him to take you home. I need to get ready for my new job, you half-pleaded, half-laughed, you can bring me back here another time, Alejandro. With a sweet kiss to your mouth and a tight hug, Alejandro dropped you off at your front porch, reminding you to text him a rundown of your first day at work. 

He texted a Buenos días, princesa. Buena suerte, in the morning. Alejandro didn’t respond to your texts once you got home. You didn’t dwell on it too much, you two had spent so many days together and he most likely had to catch up on work back at base. More days passed and the pit of embarrassment only grew in your stomach. While out at a bar with your new coworkers, you could only focus on Alejandro’s silence. [Goodmorning. Good luck]

Over the course of the next two weeks, you had to stop yourself from texting or calling him. Too good to be true you thought, how can I be so naive? You were so busy with work, new friends and with adjusting to a new town, that you failed to realize your missed period. It wasn’t until another week that you noticed. Must be the stress. 

But when you suddenly became nauseous to the scent of your favorite food, you knew there was something different. Five pregnancy tests later confirmed your suspicions. You were pregnant by a guy who had ghosted you. 

- 

But he’s married? Married? Has he been married all this time? Was he married when he held you close and said you were the most beautiful and sweetest girl he’d ever met? Was he married when he made love to you in his–their bed? 

Telling him about the pregnancy was something that you were still debating, but seeing him now, with the sunlight catching his and her wedding bands, you decide against it. The baby doesn’t need him, you have so much love to give to the little heartbeat growing in your belly. 

As if sensing your stare, Alejandro immediately turns away from his wife, making eye contact with you. You turn and walk out of the café, quickening your pace once you hear a shout of your name and the scrape of a chair. Nope, nope, nope, you think. Too bad, you were really looking forward to that smoothie.  

“Alejandro? Where are you go–” his wife calls out. 

Thinking fast, you walk into a small alleyway that leads onto the next street. A warm hand wraps around your upper arm and in the next moment, you’re spun around, directly facing Alejandro. His eyes are panicked and wide but just as he opens his mouth, you slip out of his grasp. 

“Don’t,” you warn, “don’t. Just go back to–to your–your wife.” 

“No, look–please, déjame explicarte–” [let me explain]

“How? Were you in a relationship when we met? Was I your last fling before getting married?” You let out a bitter laugh,” I mean, you couldn’t have been married when we met, there’s no tan on your ring finger!”

“It’s not what you think–,” he tries to explain. 

“Really, Alejandro? ‘It’s not what you think?’ That’s the line you’re going to use?” 

His eyes scan your face as he runs a hand through his hair. Alejandro’s eyebrows scrunch in confusion once he takes a good look at you, noticing the glow on your body.

You bring a hand up to cover your belly, still too early for a bump to be noticeable, but the anxiety hitting you anyways, then immediately put it down. Only someone perceptive enough would be able to tell the slight change in your body, and he’s very perceptive. 

“Are you–are you pregnant?” Alejandro asks, reaching out to grab your arm but dropping his hand once you flinch away. 

“I think this conversation is done,” you snap,” and I think it’s best if we never speak again.” 

“Alejandro?” A voice calls from the other end of the alleyway. 

You take your chance once Alejandro turns to look at his wife and speed walk to the other street. He calls out your name again but luckily doesn’t follow you. Tears stream down your face and you barely manage to make it home before you spill the contents of your stomach in the hallway bathroom. 

He’s married. A husband to someone else. Most likely already in a relationship when you two spent that week together. The nausea hits you again as guilt, shame, and so much embarrassment take over your body. You slept with a man who belonged to someone else. Sobs shake your form and with no energy left, you curl up into a ball on the cold floor. 

The last thing you ever wanted to be was the other woman. How could you help a man cheat on his wife? Of course you had no idea, but you still did it. The memory of visiting his ranch flashes in your mind; there was not a single trace of her in his home. There wasn’t another toothbrush on his counter or women’s clothes in the closet, only his personal belongings. 

It doesn’t matter. You need to make a plan to find and tell her. Tell her that four weeks ago you spent a week with him. The pregnancy news, you’re not sure you want to tell her just yet. With a new surge of energy, you sit up from the floor. Once your hands, face, and teeth are washed, and you’ve hydrated, you walk into the living room to find your laptop and do some investigative work. Before you can begin, the doorbell rings. 

“Princesa,” Alejandro calls from the other side, “it’s me. Please, please. I promise I can explain.” 

You let out a slow, quiet breath through your nose. Maybe if you ignore him, he’ll go away. 

“I won’t leave until you talk to me,” he pleads. “if you're pregnant–let me make this right–” 

Having heard enough of his voice through the door, you swing it open with the intention of sending him away. 

“No, Alejandro. The baby is not yours. Now, please leave. If you’re worried about me telling your wife about what happened, don’t worry. I won’t,” you lie easily. 

“She’s not my wife.” 

You scrunch your eyebrows in confusion, mirroring his own look from earlier. “What?” 

“Not in the traditional sense–” 

“Okay, this conversation is over–” 

“No,” he pleads, stopping the closing door with his hand, “just give me five minutes and I’ll explain. If after that you don’t believe me… you won’t see me again.” 

You take a few deep breaths, wondering if it’s a good idea to let him in. Deciding against your better judgment, you swing open the door. He has a nervous look on his face as he enters the doorway, his eyes flicking from yours down to the expanse of your body. 

His hair is a mess as if he’s been running his hands through it. You sit on the couch, scooting far away from him. He sits down, running a hand across his beard before speaking. 

“It’s not a real marriage,” he whispers, “we don’t–we don’t live with each other anymore.” 

“It looked real to me,” you respond, “both of you wear wedding rings and she looks at you like she loves you.” 

Alejandro lets out a bitter laugh, looking down at his hand to twist his ring. “She was pleading with me not to divorce her. I thought if we had the conversation in public and I wore the ring, it would prevent her from causing a scene.” 

He takes another deep breath then continues, ”We married years ago, back when I was naive and in love. Back when I wasn’t able to notice red flags.” 

Your heart pinches as you listen to him speak. 

“There were months at a time when I wasn’t home. And maybe it was my fault for leaving her alone for so long. Maybe it was my fault that she had to find comfort from someone else.” Alejandro closes his eyes and brings a hand up to massage his temple. “I came back after a mission and I found her in bed, our bed, with someone else.” 

“What did you do?” you whisper. 

“I told her I was leaving for the night and I wanted her gone by morning. I–I had so much rage flowing inside of me, I was scared that I’d do something to him that I would regret.” 

“Did you know him?” 

“No, it was someone she met at a bar. By morning, I went back and she hadn’t packed her things. She begged me not to leave her. She promised she wouldn’t do it again, but I couldn’t forgive her. I called her parents, they came and got her things. Then I burned the bed.” 

There’s no resentment or anger in his voice. He looks uncomfortable, but it seems from having to relive that painful time in his life. 

“I had to leave again for another mission. By the time I came back, she begged me again, told me if we divorced I would ruin her reputation.” 

“You agreed to stay with her?” 

Alejandro nods, “Her parents, they’re kind people. They run a store in town, and the last thing I wanted was for the people to turn on them for what their daughter did. I told her we would stay married but we would never be a couple again. I haven’t thought about divorce since then.” He pauses for a moment, turning to look at you. “But then I met you. Mi princesa hermosa.” [My beautiful princess]

“Alejandro don’t, please–” 

“I’m sorry,” he interrupts,” I’m sorry for not being honest. It was selfish of me, but I don’t regret it.” 

You shake your head, not wanting to hear anymore of this. You might believe his side of the story, but you don’t know if you’ll believe whatever else he has to say.

“I was going to come back, to reach out again, but she appeared at my doorstep. She heard from a friend in town that I was seeing someone else. I didn’t deny it, but I also didn’t want her finding you and giving you a false narrative.” Alejandro lets out a sigh, shaking his head, ”difficult to believe me right?” 

You get up from the couch to pace around the living room. A sharp pounding has started behind your left eye and the nausea comes back in full force. He stands as well but keeps his distance. 

“I thought I loved her, but in the years we were together, I never felt a fraction of what I felt when I was with you. That week we spent together, princesa, I want that for the rest of my–”

“I won’t be the other woman, Alejandro.”

“That’s not what–”

“I don’t know if I believe your story but even if I did, how can you expect me to just be okay with everything? How am I supposed to believe that you truly, and I mean truly, feel something for me and it’s not just you trying to hurt your wife?” 

“I would never do that to you.” Alejandro declares, shaking his head and breathing hard.  

The unexpected run-in at the café and now this conversation have made you incredibly exhausted. You want nothing more than to crawl into bed and forget any of this happened. 

“What do you want me to say, Alejandro?” 

He places his hands on his hips and looks up to the ceiling, contemplating his next words. “I know you don’t believe me, and that you think you have to lie to me,” he says while motioning to your belly, “so there’s only one thing I can do.” 

Alejandro takes one last look at you and turns towards the door. You stand there confused as you watch the front door close and Alejandro leave. A small part of you wants to trust his story, but getting caught in the middle of a broken marriage while you juggle pregnancy and your career is the worst idea ever. 

Thankful that it’s the weekend, you spend the rest of your Saturday in bed. You remind yourself that no matter what occurred today, you have far more important things to worry about. You can acknowledge that seeing Alejandro again made your heart soar (just a little) and made you crave his touch again, but come Monday you’ll put this all behind you. 

Except that doesn’t happen. Walking up the pathway to your house after work on Monday, you spot a delivery van and boxes on your front porch from the local baby shop. Two men in pale yellow shirts and khaki pants stand by your door, one with a clipboard in his hand. 

“Coronel Vargas put in an order for these items, you just have to sign here,” he motions to the form on the clipboard. 

You look around at the boxes, noticing some are furniture, blankets, mattress pads, diapers, baby monitors; almost everything you need for the nursery. 

“He also wanted us to tell you not to assemble anything just yet. We’ll have someone come out when it’s most convenient for you so we can set everything up,” the other tells you as you sign. 

“Uh–right, okay, thank you,” you manage to respond through your obvious shock. 

You open the front door and lead them to the empty room next to your bedroom. In just a few short minutes they bring everything inside and leave. You contemplate denying the gifts from Alejandro… but it's all of the high quality items you’ve been eyeing at the shop and even if you don’t want to confirm his suspicions, this is his child too. 

The gifts don’t stop. Over the next few days, you get groceries randomly delivered, more nursery items and a check in the mail for a sum of money. Let me know if you need more - Alejandro, the note in the envelope states. You deposit the check into your bank account without a second thought. Your work is soon filled with the snacks that you like after a generous gift from Los Vaqueros, your boss informs you. 

You don’t see Alejandro for a while, but you feel him everywhere. And it makes you feel… well, weird. Confused? He sends you text messages that you leave on read. You’d changed his name after he ghosted you, so it’s quite a funny surprise as you read the text messages. 

Pendejo: Good morning, princesa. How did you sleep? [Dumbass]

8:00 AM

Pendejo: Good evening, princesa. Did you like the flowers I sent? I’m sending another check in the mail. 

7:53 PM 

A full month goes by with more deliveries and text messages. It’s not until Alejandro shows up at your house again that you realize why he stayed away again. 

“It’s signed and done,” he says the moment you open the door, “we’ve officially divorced.” 

Your eyebrows raise in surprise while you read the decree that does in fact state Alejandro is now a divorced man. 

“I’ve never wanted to belong to someone as much as I do now,” he whispers, “soy completamente tuyo.” [I’m completely yours] 

“Wow,” you reply, walking backwards to the couch while you continue to read the document. “I don’t know what to say. This is–how? Why?” 

Alejandro closes the front door and follows you to the couch. “I told her I fell in love. I told her what she and I had, was finished–had been finished for a long time,” he emphasizes, “and that we both needed to move on.” 

You hand the decree back and run a hand absentmindedly over your belly. “What about her parents?”

“I talked to them, I told them I wouldn’t tell others the real reason on why we separated, as long as they encouraged their daughter to sign the divorce papers. They were… sad to see our relationship officially end. But she signed it the next day.” 

“I wasn’t a game to you or–or just an excuse to leave your wife?” you ask with suspicion lacing your voice.

Alejandro quickly shakes his head and reaches for your hand. “No, no. Princesa, this is real. This is very real to me. I don’t see you as an escape from my past life. Since the moment I saw you, I knew it was–is different between us.” 

It was silly to put so much emotion and energy into a one-night, well, one-week, stand. But that week with Alejandro was like nothing you've experienced before. You were ready to put it all behind you. Yes, you accepted his gifts and money, but that was as far as you were willing to go. 

“I want to believe you, Alejandro,” you admit, “but I need time. I think we both need time. You need to fully understand and accept that you’ve divorced, and I need time to think about our future. We’re bringing a child into this world–” 

“The baby is mine?” Alejandro interrupts with clear excitement in his voice. 

“Yes,” you laugh, “the baby is yours. Let’s focus our attention on that first, okay? My hormones are crazy and my emotions are all over the place. It’s exhausting.” 

“Perdóname, I can’t imagine what it’s like. But I’m here now, and I promise I’ll care for you and the baby no matter what you decide in the future.” [Forgive me]

“We both deserve time, okay?” 

- 

“I’m fine, Alejandro. I like walking to work,” you plead, trying to wriggle out of his warm grasp. 

“I’d prefer to drive you so I know you’re safe,” he says, helping you step into his truck. 

Alejandro has been incredibly excited about your pregnancy journey. Months have passed since his divorce and your due date only gets closer and closer. Your belly has grown more round and you can even feel the little kicks from your son. 

There’s a picture of the ultrasound on his dashboard which makes you smile. On the short drive to work, you wonder if the baby will look like Alejandro or you. He parks in front of the office and jumps down to help you step out of the truck. 

“I’ll be back later,” he says, his voice gentle when speaking to you. 

You walk into the office and set your things down. Alejandro has been respectful to the situation. He hasn’t tried to overstep and has instead focused on reading everything he can about fatherhood. He takes you to the doctor and always makes sure your house is stocked with anything you might need. 

It didn’t take long for the town to find out Alejandro had divorced and he was now seeing a new woman, someone obviously pregnant. Alejandro was quick to dispel any rumors, telling anyone who asked that he and his ex-wife had been separated for a long while before you came into the picture. 

As you answer emails, you think about how easy it was to fall in love with him. You haven’t told him, but he tells you quite often. I'm so lucky to have found someone like you, you make me feel so calm, i'm so happy you’re the mother of my child, te amo, te amo. And while you want to be wary, want to make sure that his words are true, you believe him. [I love you]

He takes such good care of you. Not just financially, but emotionally as well. Alejandro lets you cry and vent when your emotions become a little too much over silly things like not being able to eat sushi or seeing a cute frog on the grass after a rainy day. He massages your back when you’re exhausted and cooks for you most nights. 

“Don’t you have to be at work? I can’t imagine the military being a 9 to 5?” 

“No,” he says, serving you a bowl of soup, “I’ve put my time in. I deserve to have time off to take care of you.” 

A text notification shakes you out of the memory. Alejandro has just deposited another sum of money into your bank account. It’s not like you need it, your job pays well for you to live and raise a child on your own. But Alejandro gives, not just for the baby, but for you to live comfortably as well. It’s in his nature to give to the people he cares about. 

“I don’t need anymore money, Alejandro,” you said, overwhelmed with how much he’d given you in such a short time. “Just help me with stuff for the baby.” 

“What’s the point of working for so many years if I can’t spend it on the mother of my child?” 

You know, can tell from the way his eyes linger on you and how he touches you gently, that he wants to try to have a real relationship with you. And if these past months have shown you anything, it’s that you can trust him. 

When you walk out of the office hours later, Alejandro is already waiting for you.

“How was work?” 

“Good, great, actually. I got a lot done,” you say as he helps you into his truck.

He helps you down once at your house but you stop him before he’s able to unlock the door. 

“Alejandro?” 

“Yeah, princesa?” 

You look into his eyes, big and brown, way too handsome for his own good. His hair has grown out a little, black curls reaching around his ears. You’re in love, so in love with him. 

“I love you.” 

He stares at you and you see the exact moment your words register in his brain. His pupils widen and he steps closer to you, sliding a hand from your belly to your lower back, pulling you in. You tilt your head to the side and press your lips to his. 

Soft and sweet, just how you remembered. You don’t know how long the two of you stand outside on the porch, but eventually he leads you inside. He’s careful when laying you down on the bed, asking is this okay? Can I touch you here? Alejandro is slow, gentle, cumming only after you’ve finished at least twice. Once you’ve been fed and you’ve both had a warm shower, he tucks you into bed, warming your back with his body heat. 

It does take a lot of convincing from Alejandro for you to move in with him. You like your little home, but you also think about how much fun your child will have with the animals and the open countryside at Alejandro's ranch. He manages to babyproof his entire home right before the baby is born. 

“He looks just like you,” you whisper, holding your baby close while he sleeps. 

Alejandro hums in agreement, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. “Did I ever tell you how much I love you?” 

“No, this is the first I hear about it,” you tease him.

He laughs quietly, cupping your chin and turning you to face him. “Te amo. Te amo,” he repeats. “Thank you for being the mother to my child."

You smile and press your lips to his, basking in the tranquility of your little family and new life.

Alejandro drags his finger over the brand new diamond ring on your finger before continuing. "And the best wife I could ever ask for.” 

-

Title inspired by the song "Por el Resto de Tu Vida" by Christian Nodal featuring TINI:

#alejandro vargas x reader #alejandro vargas x female reader #alejandro vargas smut #cod x reader #cod mw2 x female reader #alejandro vargas #cod mw2 smut #shadowlali

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ABOUT DAMN TIME - VIOLET & LUKE

❥ — ꒰ pairing ꒱ violet + luke hughes

❥ — ꒰ synopsis ꒱in which Violet and Luke tell those closest to them they're together!!

❥ — ꒰ content ꒱ fluff. maybe some swear words

❥ — ꒰ note ꒱ can't believe we haven't talked about this sooner!! thanks to the nonnie who suggested it!! I loved writing luke and violet from other people's perspectives

⌕ | jack (last few days of regular season)

Would find out first since he's the one who flew her to Jersey!! He comes back to the apartment a few hours later and finds them cuddled up on the couch together. He desperately studies both of their expressions trying to guess how their reunion went but nothing is really out of the ordinary. Luke has that content little smile on his face he always has when he's in Violet's presence and Violet has that little glint in her eye when she looks at him like he's hung the moon.

"hey," Luke says as he takes a seat on the couch they're not occupying and Jack just stares at them, waiting for them to say something, anything, but both of them simply turn their attention back to the TV.

"Are you hungry babe?" Luke asks, kissing Violet on the cheek before her reaches for his phone, probably to order something.

"A little," Violet replies and Jack releases an annoyed breath.

"Are you two together now?" Jack asks abruptly and both of them look at him.

"I just kissed her and called her babe. That's not enough to tell you we're together now?" Luke asks and Jack just stares at him dumbfounded for a moment because Jack can't even remember how many times Luke has called Violet babe and kissed her over the past seven years.

"Yes, we're together now," Violet says, linking her fingers with Luke's as they exchange big grins.

"Thank fuck. Only took you about seven years," Jack says and Luke throws him with a pillow, but Jack just looks at them with a fond smile on his face.

--

⌕ | quinn // ellen + jim (2023 new jersey playoffs)

Violet and Luke were sitting closely together at a table in the New Jersey box, along with Ellen, Jim, and Quinn, all of them waiting for them game to start.

"Think they're gonna play you soon?" Quinn asks Luke and he shrugs, running his hand through Violet's hair.

"I don't know. It's the playoffs. Don't know if they want a rookie out there," Luke mumbles

"They'd be stupid not to use you, they haven't been playing very great anyway. A change would be good," Violet says smiling optimistically up at him and he can't help but lower his head and connect their lips in a soft kiss. All eyes shoot to Ellen when a gasp leaves her mouth.

"Oh my God. You kissed! Jim they kissed. You kissed," she directs that last sentence almost accusingly at Luke and Violet.

"What? I'm not allowed to kiss my girlfriend?" Luke asks cheekily and Ellen gasps again as Quinn chuckles.

"Damn," Quinn says grinning widely, knocking his shoulder into Violet's.

"You guys are finally together?" Ellen asks, grabbing Violet's hands that lie on the table and squeezing them tightly, smiling lovingly at her and Violet nods.

"It's about damn time," Jim says sending Violet a wink and they all laugh.

--

⌕ | dylan, mark, ethan (summer '23)

"you know, since Luke moved out, we have the extra room in the house..." Mark says wiggling his eyebrows suggestively and Violet laughs at him, shaking her head.

"Stop flirting with my girlfriend Estapa," Luke yells from the kitchen and Dylan jumps up so quickly he knocks over the chair he was sitting on.

"He said girlfriend. Are you his girlfriend?!" Dylan yells and Violet laughs nodding at him.

"How long?" Ethan asks frowning as Luke comes back into the living room with drinks.

"Only a few weeks now..." Luke answers and Dylan pouts a little, picking up his chair.

"And you guys didn't tell me? I've been suffering through your mutual obliviousness for years," Dylan says and Violet has to bite her lip to stop herself from laughing at how genuinely upset he looks.

"We wanted to wait to tell you in person Dukes," Luke says softly and his friend contemplates a few minutes before grinning, jumping and attacking Luke in a big hug.

"You're dating her!" Dylan says, a little bit of disbelief in his tone.

"I know," Luke replies, in the same tone, thinking back to how many times he's gushed about his feelings for Violet to his best friend.

"Congrats guys," Ethan says tapping Luke on the back and giving her a quick hug.

"Well it's about time, I was about to steal your girl," Mark says and Violet laughs. It's a bit of a running joke they have to call Mark "Mr. Steal your girl" for how often he accidentally flirts with a teammates girlfriend.

As Violet takes a seat on her boyfriend's lap she can't help but agree. It's about damn time.

#⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ violet + luke ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

[jake-g-lockley]

hi! i saw joel miller but only if i ask nicely so pretty pretty please joel miller and prompt #19

Falling Into Place (Joel Miller x reader)

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Prompt: ARGUING!!! Then a heated “kiss me.” and suddenly their hands are all over each other. 

A/N: Hey there nonnie! Thank you so much for the ask! I’m so sorry this took so long ahahah, I was a little stuck with Joel ngl. I hope you don’t mind me changing the prompt a little bit cuz I’ve written this prompt too many times hahahah. Anyway, here’s sweet and soft Joel, enough to warm your heart and brain. (Also a little thank you to @lil-stark and @campingwiththecharmings for aiding in my quest for fluffy goodness). 

Warnings: MDNI, smut, very public sex, fingering, unprotected p in v, biting and marking, Joel is a lil thief, alcohol is involved, pre-outbreak. 

Word Count: 3.9 k

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You don’t really know how you became friends with Joel Miller. 

It feels a little out of place whenever you hang out with the tall, dark and handsome man and you can’t help but feel like he’d much rather chat with his buddies over some beer. 

You had asked him to help you out when you moved into the neighbourhood, and he used his carpentry skills to build you a new shelf that you had designed. You babysitting (or teenage sitting) Sarah certainly drew the both of you closer and Joel found it absolutely endearing when Sarah wanted to spend more time with you. You found yourself keening towards his senses of humour and sarcasm, your heart warming at the way he treated his daughter. 

Joel Miller was most definitely your type, his brown curls and matured face made you feel things that you wanted to thoroughly forget. You knew he had a heart of gold and a smile to match, but it only made you fall into a deeper hole, one that you knew was going to take forever to dig yourself out of. So you kept it strictly platonic with Joel, building a friendship like no other with him, stuffing all of your feelings for him in a bag and throwing it into your box of problems you want to put away. 

In your horrible efforts to stuff your feelings for Joel away, you didn’t notice how head over heels in love with you he was. Joel looked at you as if you brought the sun with you wherever you went, his entire demeanour changing whenever you were around. Sarah, the ever attentive daughter sat and watched as her father failed at trying to convey his feelings. 

The first time she pointed it out, Joel got defensive. 

“Come on, you’d have to be blind if you think we all don’t notice!” Sarah sighed as her father furiously shook his head.

“Who’s ‘we all’ ?” Joel grumbled, his eyes shifting to his brother who at that second decided that it would be a great time to go for a drive. 

After a while of denying, Joel caved hard and decided to ask Sarah for help. He was afraid. The last thing he wanted was to lose a woman like you. 

“You’re already doing everything right, Dad. You now just have to find out whether he feels the same.” Sarah said over dinner one day.

For weeks he had been trying to figure out what to do, until one day when you and he went to pick Sarah from school.

“Dad, I need you to sign the consent form for the camping trip.” Sarah said before Joel could even pull out of the parking lot.

“Oh! A camping trip! You’re gonna have so much fun, Sarah.”you piped up before Joel even thought of digressing.

“Do you like camping?” Sarah asked, resting her arms on the seats in front of her, her curly hair brushing your temple.

“Hmm, I’m more of a picnic girl, you know, food in the sunshine with a soft fluffy blanket under you.” You say nonchalantly and Sarah smiled.

A thought crossed her mind and she looked into the rear view mirror, only to see her father staring at her, wide-eyed. Sometimes Sarah wondered whether her dad knew what she was thinking, but this moment just confirmed that the two of them shared the same brain cell. Her smile widened and Joel shook his head slightly, trying not to draw your attention. 

Sarah sat back into the back seat, her arms folded as she contained her excitement. All she had to do now is to convince Joel to let her do the planning. 

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Joel took a deep breath as he loaded the last of the things into his truck, covering them with an inconspicuous tarp so that you wouldn’t guess what he was up to. He smoothed down the clothes Sarah had picked out for him and started for your front door. His nerves were already on edge. He knew that you would come with him, but it was more the matter of whether you liked what he and Sarah had planned for you. 

Sarah gave him some last minute tips before leaving for camp the day before. She threatened him that he wouldn’t see the light if he didn’t open his mouth and confessed to you over the picnic. 

“You are coming back with a girlfriend, old man. If not, you are not coming back at all.” she had huffed, folding the blanket that she picked out for him. 

His hand shook slightly as he raised it to ring the doorbell, waiting with baited breath until he heard your footsteps. You swung the door open and beamed at him, the morning fog and the dim lighting kickstarting Joel’s worn out heart as he stares at you. Your hair was in a bird’s nest style and you brought your hands to the top of your head to attempt to tame it. Joel started to dissociate, wondering whether he could experience this hairstyle first hand every morning. 

“Joel?” Your voice brought him back from his little daydream and he smiled softly at you.

“Meet me at my place in about 20 minutes, I’m taking you somewhere. Wear something comfortable.” He blurted out before his nervousness took over and spoiled everything. 

You stared at the man before you. He looked different, cuter. His dressing style was slightly different, and you wondered what the occasion was. He was wearing a white t-shirt with his jeans but he had a navy blue button down shirt that he used as a jacket and you couldn't help but notice how handsome he looked. 

You nodded and closed the door, running for your room as soon as you heard him descending the patio. You were there in 15 minutes, the fastest you’d ever gotten ready. Joel opened the door as soon as you knocked, only to be absolutely blown away from the dress you were wearing. You had chosen your favourite simple white sundress with puffed sleeves and accessorised with a pretty navy blue bow in your hair. Your burgundy lipstick topped everything off and Joel was in absolute awe, making you look up at him curiously.  

It wasn’t the inconspicuous tarp in the back of his truck that made you think Joel Miller was going to kidnap you and kill you, it was when he handed you a blindfold and a pair of headphones. 

“Please, I know this is weird but you have to trust me.” He pleaded, his brown eyes big.

Those eyes were going to get you killed one day. You gave in and put it on. Joel drove for a few minutes and then he stopped, tapping your hand reassuringly. You decided to trust him, he had nothing but purity in his eyes when he looked at you. Besides what was the worst that could happen? 

Joel’s hand wrapped around your wrist after a while, startling you. He gently removed the headphones and took your hand in his. 

“Alright, it’s ready, I’m going to walk you out of the truck, ‘kay?” He whispered and you nodded. 

You followed him as he pulled you out, your heels settling on what seemed like grass. He walked you a distance away from the car and when he stopped, he gently tugged at the blindfold, letting it fall and revealing his surprise. As your eyes adjust to the light, you’re absolutely stunned. Before you lay a large blanket with pillows and a large picnic basket. Food, fruits and alcohol poked out of the basket and the scenery was absolutely delightful. 

You turned to Joel in shock and he was chewing his bottom lip in anticipation for your reaction. He looked so beautiful like this, the green grass giving him a perfect backdrop. 

“Shit Joel! This is beautiful!” You squealed, stumbling towards him for a hug. 

Joel was smiling so hard that he didn’t realise that you were hugging him. He found himself melting into your soft grasp, soaking up the way you held him. He took hold of your hand and guided you onto the blanket, watching as you sat down and tucked the hem of your dress under your legs. He followed suit and began to dish out food and wine for you. The both of you talked and drank, totally oblivious to the rest of the world as the sun rose higher and higher into the sky. 

The both of you were considerably tipsy as the wine from the wine bottles evaporated quickly. Joel was fully laying down, a glass of wine balancing on his wide chest. You glanced at the hot Texan sun and reached into your bag, pulling out your bottle of sunscreen to reapply. You were lathering the product all over your arms when you noticed Joel was looking at you, his nose scrunched up and lips pursed as if he were going to say something. 

“What? Want some?” you ask, holding out the bottle. 

“Pft sunscreen? Please, I'm a man.” Joel scoffed, downing the rest of his wine and setting the glass side. 

You raised your eyebrow at him as if he said something absolutely ridiculous. 

“Well the sun is non discriminatory and it doesn’t care what gender you are, it still will give you skin cancer!” you say, wiggling the bottle over his face. 

Joel rolled his eyes and you decided to take matters into your own hands. You put a blob of sunscreen on your finger and try to swipe it on his face, only to have Joel dodge you. He grabbed your hands with a laugh and tried to take the bottle away from you but when he did, he stumbled and pushed you down, landing on top of you and pinning you down. He snatches the bottle of sunscreen with a grin but your determination got the best of you. 

In your sundress, you flip Joel over and he lands on his back with a thud and a light groan. His eyes widened as you sat properly on his chest, pinning his arms down with your legs. Joel felt something steer in him as he gulped and suddenly he didn’t care about the sunscreen, not even the smug look on your face as you began to put the sunscreen on his face. He watched as you slowly let go of his arms, raising his arms to rub sunscreen on them and once he felt like your guard was let down, he decided to strike. 

You then found yourself staring up at Joel, your hair splayed everywhere and your breathing quickening. Joel was on his knees, bracketing your body, his hands on either side of your head. 

“You're gonna pay for that, sweetheart.” Joel huffed. 

“A little sunscreen hurting the big bad man? Boo hoo dummy!” You say, despite how fast your heart was racing at the term of endearment leaving his lips. 

“You're the one who's scared of the sun!!” 

“You clearly don’t read, Joel Miller!”

“Right as if you can read anything, pretty girl.”

“I CAN DUMBASS”

“YEA RIGHT, SO READ THIS!”

Before you could register what Joel meant, he dives down and his lips are suddenly connected with yours, effectively silencing you. He kisses you hard, his hand cupping your cheek as you arched your back so that your chest pressed against his, kissing him back with equal fervour. He pulled back after a few seconds, and his lips were as red as his pretty cheeks, tainted with your burgundy lipstick. 

You huffed out a few puffs of breath before saying the only thing that came to your drunk-addled mind. 

“I thought manly men hated girly girl things. Why the hell are you wearing my lipstick then?” 

Joel was taken aback by your reaction, clearly not expecting how nonchalant you were. You reached up and touched his lips, swiping the plump pout and showing him the transfer with a grin. Joel smiled but suddenly a wave of insecurity rushed over him, evident on his face.

“What’s wrong, Joel.” you say quickly, wondering if your little joke rubbed him wrong. 

 “Are we doing this because we're drunk?” he whispered, peering down at you. 

The panic instantly faded from your body, replaced with quaint relief. 

“Joel, you big dummy, I’ve been wanting to kiss you since forever. I promise that I’d do it again and again as sober as a judge.” Your words brought a relieved grin on Joel’s face.

You slid your hands to his chest and gently pushed him off you, patting the space beside you.

“Lay down, let me show you.” you whisper.

He obeys, guiding you as you straddle his body once again. You frame his face with your hands, gently carding your fingers through his curls, twisting them slightly, enjoying how his eyes flutter slightly. 

“Here’s that brilliant brain of yours, bringing my ideas to life.” You whispered, planting a gentle kiss on his forehead. 

“These beautiful lines hold so many memories and I hope to make more with you.” you kiss the crows feet at the edges of his eyes. 

“I’ve always wanted to pinch your cheeks, so full of life.” you kissed his bouncy cheeks before pinching them gently. 

“Your adorable ears, the ones that listen to me ramble without fail.” you kiss both of his ears and Joel melts further into the blanket below him. 

“Your chocolate eyes, better than any delectable treat I can dream of.” you left feathery kisses on his eyelids.

“Your amazing lips, carrying your beautiful smile and your even more beautiful words.” you kiss his chin and his lips. 

Then you slowly traced his nose with the palm of your hand, your fingers tickled by his eyelashes on either side. You bend down and gently kiss the tip of his nose, before nipping it slightly with your teeth, giggling. You pulled away to see the radiant smile on Joel’s face, which had lighted up like a firework. 

“Wait, what about my nose?” he whispered, and you couldn’t help but blush and grin shyly.

“You’ll find out later.” you whispered back and Joel felt a rush like no other as his cheeks heated up too. 

Joel brings his head up and kisses you, pushing you and turning slightly, so that the both of you are on your sides. His hands gripped at your hips hard before coiling around your waist and pulling you ever so close, crushing every bone that existed in your body. You whine into the kiss, your arm looped itself around his neck and your free hand combs up his soft curls for purchase. 

Joel surprises you by biting your bottom lip and tugging it slightly, pulling a gut wrenching moan from you. Joel went back to kissing you, licking into your mouth as he desperately felt the urge to hear that sound again. He pushes you down fully and breaks the kiss, kissing your chin before planting kisses as soft as cotton onto your neck. 

You arched your back again and Joel took his chance to attack. He started his assault on your neck, kissing, biting and sucking in a pattern that had you writhing against him, grinding his hips down to meet yours. His hands couldn’t seem to let go of you, as if he was absolutely hopeless without the feeling of you. Your hands bunched up the back of his navy shirt, crumpling the material as you fisted it hard. The sounds that escaped your lips made Joel growl against your neck, at the same time where the bulge at his jeans caught your heated core, which made you gasp. Joel pulls away at the sound of your gasp and you look up at him with wide eyes. You had the words at the tip of your tongue but you had difficulty conveying it with how you were breathing. 

Joel looked down your body, to where your dress had hiked up, exposing a lovely lacey thing that covered you. The strain at his jeans grew more tight and his heart and mind raced. 

“Joel, I need it. I need you, please, baby. Give me whatever you have.” you whisper, clutching at your chest.

“Fuck, sweetheart, let me take care of you.” He groans, shifting you slightly so that his body shielded you. 

He pulled your dress up a little more before sliding his hands down your body, taking in the curve of your figure and the plush of your skin. He cupped his hand at your mound and you whined, bucking your hips up to meet his hand as his other hand snapped the band of your panties at your hip bone. 

“Shh, baby, relax.” He whispered before lifting your hips and pulling your panties down before stuffing them into his back pocket.

You keened as the outdoor air hit your already soaking pussy. Joel dipped his finger in your folds, absolutely mesmerised by how wet you were already. 

“Good lord, you’re already dripping and I haven’t even properly had my way with you.”  He pushes one finger through and you swear you almost lost consciousness with how you let the air escape your lungs.

“Joel, please.” You needed something else or else you were going to lose it like a mad woman.

“Patience, pretty girl. I need to stretch you open first, don’t know if it's gonna fit in your perfect pussy.” Joel purrs as he inserts another finger and pumps them in and out, your slick making it easy. 

You bit down hard on your bottom lip, breathing hard and Joel immediately chastised you.

“Nuh uh, sweetheart I need to hear you, let go of that lip, that's right.” his Southern drawl makes your mouth drop open and the symphony of noise starts again. 

He hooks his fingers and hits that perfect spot, arousal bubbling hard at your abdomen as your back arches off the blanket and your chest puffs out. You were absolutely turned on by the situation, having your first with Joel out in broad daylight. One of your tits jiggle out of the confines of your low cut dress, making Joel grin down at you, letting his free hand slide and capture it, squeezing down at the pressure in which he hits your g-spot again. 

“So fucking beautiful, wanted you for so long, angel.” He moans, pulling his fingers out and slipping them into his mouth as your hands undo his belt and his jeans. 

Your eyes stayed on his as he sucked your arousal off his fingers. He spit onto his hand before taking over and pulling his cock out of boxers. You gaped at the size of him and realised that he wasn’t just bragging when he said that it’d be a tight fit. He fisted his hardened member a few times, tipping his head back as he squeezed the tip a little. 

“Baby, I don’t have a condom.” He says and you swear your whole demeanour lights up.

You realised that he truly didn’t intend for this to happen and he wanted you to enjoy your picnic. He certainly wasn’t complaining now with how hard his cock is and you weren’t either as your pussy clenched around nothing. 

“That’s ok, I want to feel you. Only if you’re okay with it.” You tell him shyly and Joel swore that Christmas had come early for him. 

He nodded silently and he braced himself with his arm as he pushed himself against your entrance, running his cock up and down your slit, catching your clit a few times. 

“Inside, Joel, want you to fill me up, with your cock, your cum, your everything.” You slurred slightly the arousal making you stupid and all you could think of was getting your fix from the handsome man above you. 

Joel slips inside you with a groan and you hiss at the burn. You’ve never had someone so big and your eyes teared at the stretch. Joel, as attentive as ever, stopped in his tracks, his eyes searching yours. He was terrified, terrified of hurting you as he speared you hard. 

“It's ok Joel, it’ll be ok, move baby.” You smoothed your hand up and down his arm and he obliged. 

Your movements stopped and you were now gripping hard at his biceps as Joel slowly bottoms out, grinding as his pubic hair tickled your clit. You were absolutely dizzy with delight, your head lolling as you smiled up at Joel. 

“Not gonna last, your pussy’s so tight.” He breaths. 

“We come together, baby.” You urged as the sting dissipates and the pleasure waves started coming in. 

At first Joel had control, the slow drag of his cock creating the most beautiful feeling in you. You felt so close like this, with him in you, your pleasure morphing into the feelings that you had pushed away, making you realise that you actually love this man. 

It was when Joel’s thumb found your clit when all hell broke loose. He started pistoning his hips, his free hand finding your wrists and pinning them over your head. You pulled your wrist out of his grasp as he fucked into you faster before lacing your fingers with his. 

“Ungh, Joel, just like that, ungh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck, ungh.” You babbled as your grip tightened. 

Joel could almost cry at how beautifully you were taking him, your whole body shaking as your moans echoed with his grunts in the empty valley. His thrusts were on the cusp of being sloppy as he felt his pleasure catch up with him. His thumb at your clit was a little too much and the bubbling pleasure boiled over as drool seeped from your mouth. 

Joel licked your saliva and kissed you hard as you came undone, breaking it off to see your face contort as you came hard, your arousal gushing around his cock. Just at the sight of you cumming, Joel’s pleasure got the best of him and he thrusted hard, pumping a generous load of cum deep inside of you as you milked him with how your pussy was still clenching hard. 

“Fuck, I love you! Pretty, pretty sweetheart, all mine.” Joel babbled too and the words hit you like a truck, prolonging your orgasm. 

Joel slumped against you, kissing your neck softly as the both of you basked in the sun and the glow of the mind altering sex. 

“I can’t believe you kissed me.” You say out loud and Joel brings his face out of your neck, an exasperated look adorning his handsome features. 

“You’re telling me that I stuffed you full of my cum, told you I love you and you’re still thinking about the kiss, darling?” He huffed and your face blazed at his dirty mouth.

“T’was a good kiss.” You mumbled as Joel laughed and grabbed a few napkins before gently pulling out. 

“I love you too, by the way.” You say and Joel’s cheeks flushed pink. 

He bent down and kissed your forehead, nose and lips before cleaning you up. 

“Why don’t I clean you up and we can go home and I’ll show you how good I kiss you and how much I love you. Maybe I can put my nose to use this time.” He winked at you as he pulled your dress back into place, casually forgetting to return your panties. 

Your face heated up as he gathered you in his arms and walked you to his truck, finally feeling like you had found your true home. 

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[dragonjesterwrites]

Hey I saw the marriage request about sun and moon and I thought it was adorable 💕

I hope it's not too much to ask the marriage request but it's montgomerygator and glamrock Bonnie?? 🥺

I hope you enjoy the rest of your day 💕💕

Thank you nonnie, I hope you're having a great day too!! And yeah I gotchu 😎

Marriage HCs with Montgomery Gator and Glamrock Bonnie

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🐊

Monty's a himbo (💚)- unlike Roxy, his confidence isn't a front to cover for his insecurities, he just... goes into situations headfirst, no planning, no thoughts, head empty.

So he knows he's gonna propose, he has one of the P&S weld a ring (engraved steel with a gems from a bracelet he found in lost and found), he picks a good day, but as it gets closer, he actually finds himself getting nervous for the first time in a long while. What if you don't like the ring? Could he do more to make the proposal better? What if you say no?

The day of the proposal comes, and it's so sweet and thoughtful- and a lot. He spends the day pampering you, bringing you little gifts and sweets, nuzzling, hugging, and gently headbutting you every chance he gets. Poor boy is anxious af.

Stuttering slightly, he asks you to go to Gator Golf with him later, after hours ofc, and you ask him if everything's okay- he's usually either relaxed, not a worry in the world, or getting into silly arguments with the others, you never really see him this soft- when he gets down on one knee and the ring box floats down the river to the two of you. (You don't see but Chica is doing the Hiccup thumbs up meme at him before disappearing)

You say yes, and he's overjoyed, immediately picking you up and twirling you around, laughing boisterously.

He always boasts about you, lots of sweet stuff about being the world's best power couple, but he says it now with twice as much delight in his voice.

The wedding is held in Gator Golf- there's actually a wedding package you can buy (ofc), so the Glamrocks borrowed one of the officiant STAFF bots- with the other animatronics and any trusted human friends/family present. The officiant bot doesn't get more than halfway through the "You may now kiss the bride/groom/nearlywed" before Monty's picking you up and kissing you all over, his tail thumping in joy.

🐰

Bonnie's got a laid-back, chill exterior, but like any bunny he's a big ol' bundle of nerves. He has obvious nervous giveaways- foot tapping, ear flicking, leg jogging. If his nose could twitch, it would. The others have to give subtle cues to him from across the room to let him know when he's doing it, so he doesn't give away that he's planning something five minutes into meeting up with you.

There used to be bowling championships held at the Plex, but most of the trophies and rings have been stashed away. It's not hard to find a nice ring, though of course he has it personalized (Chica helps him bedazzle it)

He's always a big softie, especially around you, but he's basically heart eyes the whole day. He has a little ukulele he found in Lost and Found and he sings you songs all day.

I feel like he's a goofy dude (I dunno, something about his face on the Bonnie Bowl sign I think lmao), so ofc when he finally pops the question, he starts it off with some pun or joke ("you bowled your way right into my heart" , "your beauty struck me harder than any bowling ball" etc)

You say yes and all of a sudden you're wrapped up in a big bunny hug (he drops the ring by accident)

Bonnie waits until the officiant bot is done talking, but isn't really listening, too focused on gazing at you, and messes up his lines a bit or has to be prompted again. It's very cute and Monty teases him about it later

#monty x reader #montgomery gator x reader #bonnie x reader #glamrock bonnie x reader #fnaf x reader #headcanon requests #fnaf security breach

[intheorangebedroom]

Hello! Aside from your gorgeous amazing fic pleased to meed you, can you recommend some frankie fics? All kinds but angst is a preference 😌

Hey Nonnie! Thank you so much for your kind words and for this ask, I am insanely honoured that you’d ask me to rec some fics for our Pilot™️ ☺️🥰

I actually read very little for Frankie, because I have such a precise vision of him, one that I’m so insanely deeply in love with, I’m scared to venture into someone else’s.

This said, I do have some recommendations:

@frannyzooey Kelli’s Frankie masterlist has everything you need: girl dad /competent /sweet /confident Frankie with Weeknights, on-brand tender desperate filth with Box Set (I’m so fucking in love with Box Set Frankie it’s obscene. OBSCENE), and angst that will bring you to your knees with the one shots Listen and Need which HAVE. WRECKED. ME. Don’t forget to check her Pioneer Frankie and her Cabin Frankie (this one’s a menace, prepare to die).

@the-ginger-hedge-witch Ren’s Forest Ranger Frankie is my ultimate comfort fic. Rain will ruin you, I kid you not. It’s one of my all time favourite, so make sure to read all the one shots that follow to soothe your broken heart. And then, there’s the absolute ruler of my heart: Adversity Frankie. I would kill for this man. I adore him with everything I got. Adversity is a m/m/f that pairs Frankie with Ezra and it changed my life.

@fuckyeahdindjarin Cee has only one Frankie story (for now, but more is to come and I’m so excited for it!). Grays is a two part story, but there are also some goodies in the Fun Things section of her masterlist. Cee is so good with descriptions and characterisation, her Frankie is top tier and her readers are always a delight, Shiv from Grays being no exception.

@charnelhouse Charnie ruined my life with Watch Your Step Frankie. Unfortunately, if you haven’t read it yet, you’ll have to wait for the book to be published (I cannot fucking wait). Her won’t you let me go down in my dreams Frankie is also a treat. Fuck, I am really in love with this man in every universe, am I? Do I need professional help?

@djarinsbeskar Talking about falling in love with the man in every universe, on September 22nd, Rachel’s A Sensual Summoning is coming out and I am soooooo ready! In the meantime, you can get a peek at her excellent Frankie with Lucid Dreaming, still ongoing.

@gracie7209 Last but not least, Gracie has a series called Amaryllis that she just completed (yay you Gracie!!!). I haven’t had time to dive into it yet, but I’m looking forward to!

That’s all I can think of for now, it’s not much, I’m sorry, I’m an obsessive reader who read the same stuff over and over until I get it all memorised…

Thanks again for your trust, Nonnie 🧡🧡🧡 Happy reading and please, come back to tell me what you loved!

#sorry this took me long #I’m away atm #I’m so honoured by this ask #fic rec #my favourite fics #frankie morales #francisco catfish morales #the pilot™️ #Box Set Frankie and Adversity Frankie can do whatever the fuck they want to me #I’ll still ask for more

[natsglorifiedsimp]

I just thought of a really really angsty mom!WandaNat x daughter!Reader idea if you like it.

So, Nat and R go to vormir, and R sacrifices herself. The team brings everybody(cough cough Wanda cough) back and defeat Thanos. After the fight, Wanda starts looking for R, and Nat has to tell her what happened.

Like I said, really, really angsty. If you don’t like it, feel free to ignore! Hope you’re doing well!

Hey nonnie!! Thanks for your requestt!! Here it is, hope you like it. Mwah <3

Not in the future

A/n: My requests are open. Feel free to share and I will try and write it as soon as possible :>

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Everything was in a black box and you were the only one present. You were in it again. Predicting the future.

If someone would look at you, you would look like you were having a nightmare. Trashing around the bed, streaks of sweats running down your face, heavy breathing, and little whimpers coming out your mouth.

But inside your mind, it was all quiet and only you were around.

Suddenly the black setting change into a hue of purple. Snow was suddenly present and you see you and your mom touching foreheads. To anyone, it would be like somebody was lost. But this was different someone is lost and then it seems like there's another.

Suddenly the redhead woman attacked you. Wincing in despair of not wanting to hurt you. You watched as everything unfold. Natasha jumped on the cliff and the other you cried about the loss of another mother.

You jolt onto the bed, tears springing out of your eyes without your control. You didn't want it to happen again. You don't want another loss of a mother. You didn't want to feel the space in your heart that your mama left when her body dusted in the wind.

~~~

You were here now, the happenings in your dreams were now present in your eyes.

Your mother frequently asked if you guys would have your family back again. If in the future you, Wanda, and she are complete.

You said, "Yes, mom. We're gonna be a happy family again. I promise."

You assures your mom and did not leave her with a single thing to suspect. And now you're here hanging loosely in the arms of your mom, begging her to let go.

"No y/n, you promised." she croaked out, keeping her tears at bay but failing.

"Mom let me go," you said. "It's okay" you assured her like how you assured her when she asked about the future.

Natasha's grip tightened more, even when her armed almost gonna be sore, she holds on.

You knew she wouldn't let you go so you pushed yourself free.

~~~

The redhead couple hugged. One out of relief of seeing the other and one with the despair of losing another.

"Nat, where is our daughter?" Wanda asked. Natasha could only cry in her partners arms.

"She— She's gone," she cried out, falling limp in her arms. "I'm so— it's my fault— I am so— Wanda I'm so sorry" she sobbed.

"Wha— What happened?" Wanda confusingly asked. Her partner only sobbed more saying mantras that it was all her fault.

Wanda read her mind and everything went in like a flash. You push yourself off and mouth the words I love you that Natasha didn't see.

With the use of the magic of Wanda in Natasha's mind. A mix of yours went to both of their minds.

"Hey, mom and mama. If you're seeing this I'm dead. Isn't it funny how I should be there with you right now? Psh it ain't funny I'm sorry" you chuckled.

"Mom and Mama I'm very thankful for everything that you did for me. To the life, you gave that is—" you cut yourself off. "Was full of love and understanding"

"I'm sorry I broke my promise, mom. I don't wanna see another parent dying in my arms. Mom thank you for spoiling me with your kisses and cuddles when everything is hard for me. Mama thank you for cooking me meals every day and making sure that I gave you the right amount of kisses before going to school. But most of all thank you for being present in my life and thank you for choosing me to be your daughter. I love you both 3000 and 1 every day for the rest of my life. I'm sorry."

Natasha closed her eyes in despair of seeing you again and she hated the fact that she couldn't say goodbye. Wanda froze in her spot not wanting to come back to a world without you. Her sunshine.

"I love you too, y/n/n. I'm gonna get you back" she whispered in the air.

#black widow #mcu #natasha marvel #natasha romonova #avengers #natasha romanov #natasha romanoff fanfic #natasha alianovna romanova #natasha romanoffs daughter #natasha romanoff x daughter!reader #wanda x natasha #wanda mcu #wanda x daughter!reader #mommy wanda

[duckymcdoorknob]

Hey here! Could I order a box with gold foil, square dark chocolate (Kusuo), with peppermint, caramel and strawberry jam filling? Thank you so much, happy Valentine’s Day!

Heblo Heblo, Nonnie!!!

Yes you may order this box!!

I hope you enjoy!!

CW BELOW THE CUT: None!

𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑜𝑥 𝑤𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑦 ❤︎

The last thing that you wanted to hear about was your favorite uncle’s wedding. You knew what was coming; you knew what your family would ask. It was like a ticking time bomb as you stood fiddling with your fingers.

“So, how many people should I order for?” A family member asked, trying to get a headcount for catering.

“Well, I told the venue about sixty five guests.” Your uncle replied, flipping through pages of cake design ideas.

Oh no.

There were only about thirty people that your uncle would dare invite to this wedding.

That means…

“I presumed everyone would come with a date.”

Oh the horror…

With a silent groan and a pained close of your eyes, you take your phone out to text your best friend. Completely forgetting the time, you passive aggressively asked if you could meet with him.

“Sure, (Y/N) but… why are you awake? It’s 12:30 in the morning.”

“Oops. Sorry, planning for something.”

“I was awake too, it’s okay.”

You chuckled at the text, he was a total liar.

“Meet at our usual spot?”

“Please.”

You put your phone away and waved off your family, making some sort of excuse about needing to study.

You really hoped this would work…

Your “usual spot” was a small carhop diner that you and your best friend had discovered years ago. Since you’d be asking him a favor, you decided to pay for drinks this time. After ordering a large order of French fries, a large coffee milkshake and a large (favorite ice cream flavor) milkshake, you waited for Kusuo to show up.

“Maaaan midnight thirty is the worst time to go out.” A full voice was heard from behind you, sounding quite strained and tired.

“Hey in my professional opinion, sleep deprived adventures are the best ones.” You replied with a chuckle.

Your best friend sat down, and you couldn’t help but stifle a giggle at his bed head and sunken eyes. “You woke up on the wrong side of the bed.”

“Ahaha.” He glared daggers at you as he took a tiny sip of the milkshake. “Oh but this hits the spot.”

You gave him a minute to adjust his bleary eyes to the world of the awake. When he seemed a little more alert, you dropped the bomb on him.

“Kusuo I’m just gonna come out and say it…” you said gently, “I need a big favor.”

Your best friend furrowed his brows and cocked his head. “What’s on your mind?”

“So… my uncle is having his wedding next weekend. And um…” you sighed. This was harder than you thought, “He made the registration for twice the amount of guests and I need-

“Me to be your date? Sure.” He replied, sipping his shake again.

You blinked and shook your head, “Wait, what?”

“Weddings are fun. Plus, we can come here afterward.”

You smiled. Mission success!

-

When the time came for your uncle to be wed, you wore a beautiful outfit. Unfortunately, your family insisted you wear the tightest pair of shoes that you own. So, with hurting feet, you were ready for the night.

Your doorbell rang and your uncle opened it. “Hello there, son! You must be (Y/N)’s boyfriend!”

Both of you visibly tensed from different points of your home.

“Yes sir. I’m very happy to be accompanying them tonight.”

You felt your heart leap a bit… why?

“Are you the groom-to-be?” Your best friend replied with a small smile.

“Yes I am!” Your uncle beamed, “It seems like you’re the next in line for the family though.” He winked and elbowed Kusuo in the side.

The boy felt a blush creeping to his cheeks and ears, nonetheless shaking it off.

“Oooh. Are you blushing?” Your dear uncle teased.

Before he could protest, you came into the room your uncle and best friend were in, wearing a big smile. “Uncle (Name), it’s time to go!” You chirped as you placed a hand on his shoulder. “Oh! Hey, Kusuo!”

Saiki smiled at your cheerfulness, “You look ravishing, (Y/N).”

Your face warmed a bit at the statement, “Likewise; you clean up nice.”

“Okay you two that’s enough flirting.” Your uncle cut in, “Time to go, everyone!”

Two by two, your family all arrived at the wedding venue. It was a beautiful ceremony and your uncle was the happiest he’d ever been. Your new aunt was very sweet as well. Now, it was time for the reception. You and your best friend sat alone at a table, chatting about whatever nonsense you could.

“Alright everyone! Line up! I’m tossing the bouquet and garter!” Your aunt beamed.

You chuckled as Kusuo cocked a brow at you, ushering you to stand up. So, you quickly scampered over to the area where the other guests were.

In a cruel but quite humorous way, the bouquet wrapped with the garter collided with your face and fell into your arms.

People cheered around you, but the only sound you could focus on was your date’s ringing laughter. You had never heard Kusuo laugh so freely in your life.

You retreated back to the table to be met with your best friend recovering from his giggle fit.

“That.” He said breathily, “was so damn funny.”

“Perhaps. But it seems like I’ll be the next one in my family to be married I guess!” You chimed, observing the flowers.

Your date’s eyes widened as he thought back to your uncle’s words. As the music in the hall suddenly slowed, Saiki seemed to be dying to say something…

“Hey.”

You turned towards him, “Mm?”

“Wanna dance?” He asked, standing up and outstretching his hand.

You chuckled, “I’d love to, but my feet are killing me.”

Without hesitation, your best friend took his shoes off and knelt down to take yours off as well. “Dancing in socks is more fun anyways.”

You and Kusuo made your way to the dance floor, dodging couples and family members. He put his arms on your torso as you placed yours on his shoulders.

“Man, this is the most awkward thing in the world.” You murmured, trying to avoid his eyes.

“I think it’s great.” He replied without thinking.

“What do you mean by that?” Your eyes were locked onto his.

“(Y/N)… I think through this I realized that I’ve fallen in love with you.” He said bashfully.

You smiled, laying your head on his shoulder. “I think I have too.”

And with a smile and thumbs up from your uncle, Kusuo began to think of the million ways to ask you out at the end of the night. His mind settled on one thing: Shakes, fries, and starry skies.

—————♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎—————

#cutesy confections #saiki k imagines #saiki k x reader #kusuo saiki x reader #saiki kusuo x reader #kusuo saiki imagine #Saiki kusuo imagine #Saiki kusuo #kusuo saiki #anime x reader #anime #anime imagines #saiki k

[anxiouspineapple99]

Hey, can I ask you a question? It's kind of embarrassing, but you seem really nice and a prominent writer in the fandom. Since you're a mom and a wife, I'm assuming you've had sex before. But you see... I haven't, and I was wondering how realistic the stuff in smut fics is versus reality? I know this is dumb, but I'm genuinely curious.

My ask box is ALWAYS open for questions. Especially questions like this. I will put it under the cut for those who are uneasy with sex talk.

First and foremost, there is nothing to be embarrassed about. At all. I don’t know your age, nonnie (nor is it any of my business) but I was 21 the first time I had sex. There’s a lot of religious and purity culture trauma I won’t get into. BUT, I wish I’d had someone to talk ask these questions. I am honored that you felt comfortable coming to me to ask.

As for smut? It’s fiction. Does that mean that what happens in smut never happens? No. Of course not. But the reality is sex is messy. And sometimes it’s awkward. Your body makes weird noises you didn’t know it could make. The first time with any new partner? Awkward because you’re learning what the other likes and doesn’t.

You know what else is extra unrealistic? Morning sex where you’re making out when you first wake up. No thank you. My husband and I have been together almost ten years and I still don’t want to share my dragon breath with him. He has watched me give birth to our child. I am still brushing my teeth first or keep my mouth clenched shut until we are done.

There have been times my husband and I have cracked jokes in the middle of sex and laughed until we cried.

It’s been thrilling and passionate

We’ve stopped because it just wasn’t happening.

Its been soft and sweet

We’ve been interrupted by a baby crying.

We’ve gone all night and we’ve stopped because we were so tired we couldn’t keep going

We’ve bumped heads (literally)

We have tried absurd positions that were uncomfortable and weren’t worth the excessive work.

The most important part is that he is the right person for me and I am the right person for him. The fun times are fun because we are each others safe space. We aren’t each others’ firsts but we intend on being each others’ lasts.

Smut can be used for inspiration for real life sex if you feel comfortable and safe with your partner! And that’s a wonderful thing! It’s a great way to explore things you and your partner may like!

But don’t get caught up in thinking it’s this exciting beautiful perfect experience every single time. Because it’s not. Sometimes you’re just not in the mood. Sometimes you are but the brain and the sexy bits just aren’t communicating that day. Sometimes you get interrupted. Sometimes it’s just the wrong time. You know what? That’s okay.

And the absolute most important thing: you are not defined by your sexual experience or inexperience as the case may be. You may never have sex. There is nothing wrong with that.

There is nothing wrong if you don’t want to have sex either.

I hope that helps and please don’t hesitate to reach out if you have any other questions!

#you asked #and the pineapple answered #the pineapple has spoken #mama pineapple answers life questions

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Do you have any recommendations for day by day fics like ficmas/advent calendar/autumnal days for example.

Like when the fic follows the characters for each day for a solid month

Anonymous asked: Love your page! Do you have any fics which follow John and Sherlock where each chapter is a new day or near daily where they are learning that they love each other?

Hey Nonnies!

Oh! This is a good idea for a list, LOL. PLEASE note that there is CONSTANTLY fics like this always being uploaded, especially in parts rather than chapters, so I'm just posting the ones I'm familiar with from my bookmarks that I know follow a "year in their lives" and then any series that I know also have this premise! I scoured my MFL list as well, so I most definitely missed some! Please add some more if you guys have any to add!

SEASONAL / DAILY FICS

And as the seasons change, I love you more by Teatrolley (NR, 3,219 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff and Angst, Est. Rel., Marriage / Proposal) – A year in the lives of John and Sherlock, essentially.

Equilibrium by augustbird (M, 12,351 w., 1 Ch. || Flowers for Algernon Fusion || Jealous then Worried Sherlock, Sick John) – At Baskerville, John is infected by a virus that turns him into a genius. But when the infection progresses into neurodegeneration, it's a race against time to save himself.

I Think I've Come A Long Long Way To Sit Before You Here Today by ArwenKenobi (T, 18,251 w., 3 Ch. || Grief/Mourning, Passage of Time, Major Character Death, Alternating POV, Sherlock Whump, Pining Sherlock, Hospitalization, Coma, Revenge Murders, Hallucinations, Love Confessions, Brutal Accident, Mystrade, Ghost John) – One year after John is killed Sherlock starts to wonder whether John has actually gone anywhere.

I wake up and I wake up and you're still dead by thisprettywren (M, 24,226 w., 1 Ch. || Memento Fusion AU || Amnesia, Timelines, Case Fic) – Sherlock isn't the only one who's lost.

Dear John by wendymarlowe (E, 23,031 w., 64 Ch. || Post-TRF, Online Dating, Pining, Epistolary, Cybersex, Long Distance Romance) – With Sherlock dead, John eventually (under duress) makes a profile on an online dating site. And falls into a long-distance relationship with an enigmatic partner who reminds him of Sherlock in all the right ways. (Hint: it turns out to be Sherlock.) Part 1 of Dear John

John Watson's Twelve Days of Christmas by earlgreytea68 (M, 53,464 w., 14 Ch. || Christmas, Holmes Family, Fake Relationship, Alternate First Meeting, Falling in Love, Fluff and Angst, Hardcore Pining) – It's the holiday season. John Watson needs money. Sherlock Holmes needs something else.

Points by lifeonmars (E, 53,791 w., 42 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || HLV Rewrite / Canon Divergence, Married Life, Pregnancy / Baby Watson, Drinking to Cope, Boxing / Fisticuffs, Clueless John, Angst, Minor Medical Drama, Tattoos, Christmas, First Kiss/Time, Eventual Happy Ending, Love Confessions, Doctor John, Sexuality Crisis, Slow Burn, Case Fic, Drugging, Blow/Hand Job, Emotional Love Making, Parenthood, Passage of Time) – What if His Last Vow never happened? This fic picks up a few months after John and Mary's wedding, in an alternate universe where Magnussen doesn't exist, but Mary is still pregnant. Life continues -- just in a different direction. And slowly, Sherlock and John find their way to each other.

Albion and the Woodsman by Glenmore (NR [E], 54,437 w., 50 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post S3, Parentlock, Pining Sherlock, Angst, Family, Drug Use, Depression, Sherlock POV, Light Humour, Reconnecting, Declarations of Love) – Sherlock and John are devastated after Mary Morstan makes her final moves. Sherlock relapses at the crack house, John walks around the world … and a lot happens in between. Parentlock, in the good way.

31_Days_of_Porn_Challenge_2017 Series by distantstarlight (E, 96,540 w. across 31 stories || Prompt Ficlets, Assorted Kinks, PWP) – A collection in response to the 31 Days of Porn Challenge issued by AtlinMerrik! Thanks for doing that because this has been buttload of fun (that joke never gets old). All stories will be brief stand-alone one-shots. 

The Swan Triad Series by Pennin_Ink (T, 121,660 w. across 3 works || Swan Lake AU || Magical / Fairy Tale AU, Romance, Falling in Love, Pining, Psychological Torture, Transformation) – Sherlock and John grow up spending every summer together. Their mothers' attempts to play matchmaker only fuel their mutual resentment and scorn. But then, one summer.

25 Days of Johnlock Series by prettysailorsoldier (E, 136,961 w. across 13 works || Random Prompts, Various AUs, Christmas, Friends to Lovers, Fluff, First Kiss) – 25 Days of festive prompts submitted by all of you! Every Christmas trope imaginable will make an appearance, as well as a few surprises, so be sure to check the tags for all the specifics!

Free Falling by twistedthicket1 (M, 203,574 w., 38 Ch. || Guardian Angels AU || Guardian Angel John, Fluff and Angst, Humour, Kidlock / Teenlock, Light Mystrade, Passage of Time, Possessive John, Drug Use / Overdose, Victor Trevor, Graphic Bullying, Big Brother Mycroft, Hard Drug Use, Depression, Possessive Sherlock, Possessive John, Panic Attacks, Nightmares/PTSD, Pining, Healing Abilities, Kidnapping, Violence, Torture, Blow Jobs, Virgin John, Emotional Development / Attachment, Mortality, Happy Ending) – All Guardian angels are born with a Chosen human. When this child is born, the angel comes into being to protect and care for them during their life on Earth. For John Watson, all he cares about in the world revolves around his Chosen, Sherlock Holmes. Watching him grow up though, the angel soon learns that God must have had a sense of humour the day he decided to make Sherlock, as trouble seems to follow him like a magnet wherever he goes. John can't decide what's worse, the idea of losing his Chosen one, or the fact that he may be breaking the most taboo law of heaven as he disguises himself as a human to better protect and befriend the beloved detective he's always watched from afar. He was meant to care for him. But what happens when caring evolves into something more? What happens when an emotion an angel is supposed to be incapable of possessing comes to life suddenly and viciously inside John's chest? 

MARKED FOR LATER

Our Own Art Form by Corporate_cards (G, 2,176 w., 1 Ch. || Post S4, Art Forms, Angsty Fluff, Passage of Time, Canon Compliant) – That's what he liked most, when he was unsure of what he was feeling, art would show him.

Your Flowers, My Lungs by Corporate_cards (G, 2,353 w., 1 Ch. || Hanahaki Disease || Brief Mary/John, Passage of Time) – ...bright yellow pistil and stamen surrounded by pearl white petals...

28 Days of Fluff by Fluffbyday_Smutbynight (G, 8,177 w., 28 Ch. || Domestic Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, 221B / 442B Ficlets, Humour, Original Characters) – A collection of fluffy ficlets (either in 221B or 442B format) written for Fluffbruary 2022.

Advent Calendar 2017 by Hotaru_Tomoe (E,  41,952 w., 25 Ch.|| Not S4 Compliant, Fluff, Humour, Smut, Light Angst, First Kiss/Time, Est. Rel., Hurt/Comfort, Spanking, Christmas Party, Lingerie, Various Universes, Advent Calendar Fic) – My Advent Calendar, 25 one shots from 1st to 25th December, Christmas-ish themed.  Each story has its own rating. Part 23 of The English job

Dawn Before the Rest of the World by PoppyAlexander (M, 65,164 w. across 12 works || 1920′s Historical AU || Romantic John, Wooing, Declarations of Love, Butler Sherlock/Gardener John, Kissing, Period-Typical / Internalized  Homophobia, Kissing, Love Letters, Hand Jobs, Kinks, Passage of Time) – In one of the grand houses of England in the 1920s, butler Sherlock Holmes is wooed to pieces by the world's most romantic gardener, John Watson.

Johnloctober by prettysailorsoldier (E, 169,945 w., 31 Ch. || Assorted AU’s || Alternate First Meetings, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, 30 Day OTP Challenge, Prompts, Halloween / Autumn, Assorted Tags) – 31 days of autumnal Johnlock with prompts from all of you! There will be a bit of everything, but you can check the tags for more specifics.

#steph replies #johnlock fic recs #daily fics #seasonal fics #day by day fics #my fic recs

[luvlady-writes]

How'd Itachi react yn getting distant bc her exams are going on she's not the best student but she tries. And she always forgets to take care of her health?!?

Hi! Sorry for taking a while, at this moment I'm in my pre-finals. I wish I had the Itachi of this drabble...

I hope you like it dear nonnie! 🖤

Requests and Ask box are OPEN.

This has no beta and English is not my first language. Be gentle, I’m doing my best ♡

Comments and reblogs are welcome 🖤

Take a Break | Itachi x Reader.

“I don’t have time for this,” You said as you put your meal away and walk to your desk hidden in a pile of loose papers and books.

It is almost the end of the semester and you have to do your final exams in order to get your final grades. You hated this part of the year. All of your teachers seem to agree to set the date of your exams and final projects due at the same time as if they hated you and your classmates.

You sit on your chair and start to search in the pile of papers the ones for the subject you had to study for your test set tomorrow. 

Itachi, your boyfriend comes into your apartment worried since you didn’t hear him knocking at the door. His ninja instinct kicked in as he walked through the apartment searching for you or any possible danger. He relaxed when he found you in your room working at your desk.

You were too concentrated on the papers in front of you that you didn’t notice his presence. The subject you were studying for was one of the hardest; if you fail this test you won’t pass the subject and had to repeat it the next semester. You couldn’t let that happen, it will only make you set back.

“Y/n?” Itachi called you softly trying not to scare you. 

You jumped a little on your chair, he did scare you. You quickly turn to see who was calling you and breathed in relief when you saw Itachi. 

“Hey, sorry. I didn’t hear you coming.”

“Are you okay? It’s been two days since I last see you. We agree to train together today in the morning. I was worried” He came close to you and caressed your cheek.

“It was today? Sorry love, I haven’t slept like in three days, I lose track of time.” You stand up to hug him.

“I can see that” he hugged you back and kissed the top of your head.

“Uh, sorry. I haven’t had time to take a bath either.” You pulled away from his embrace. 

“It’s everything okay?” he takes a look at the papers on your desk. “Are you on your finals, isn’t it?”

“Yes. I had this big test coming up and other ones the following days. I even had two tests on the same day. And if it wasn’t enough, I have to do a project for one class.” You sit back in your chair. “I’m really doing everything I can. I’m taking turns studying each subject and making time to do the project. I haven’t slept or eaten, why does it feel like it isn’t enough?”   

Itachi’s heart broke when he saw you about to have a meltdown. He goes down on his knees in front of you. He took your hands in his and brushed his thumbs on the back of your hands. “You will pass all of your tests and have a great grade on your project. You don’t have to kill yourself in the process”. He was looking at you directly in the eyes, eyes that were full of love.

You were trying to hold back your tears. 

“Let’s take a break. You need it.” He stands up making you do it as well.

You hugged and hold onto him. “Thanks”, you said with your face resting on his chest.

You two stayed hugging each other for a while. When you felt ready you let go of him.

“Let’s make you some food, take a little walk outside so you can take some fresh air, then we will come back and you will take a nap”. He took your hand and made you walk with him to your kitchen. You were about to complain but he interrupted you. “No complaints. It’s an order”. 

You followed him with a smile on your lips. You don’t know what you did to deserve a loving and caring boyfriend like Itachi. 

#itachi x reader #itachi uchiha x reader #itachi x you #itachi uchiha x you #uchiha itachi x reader #itachi fanfiction #itachi angst #itachi x y/n #itachi fluff #itachi uchiha fluff #itachi uchiha fanfiction #Itachi oneshot #itachi drabble #itachi fanfic #uchiha itachi fanfic

[cinamun]

Hi! This is a very random question and you’re totally free to ignore it obviously. I just wasn’t sure who to go to and I feel safe approaching you!

I’ve been trying to make sims with more diverse races for my save file, and it feels a little embarrassing to say but I struggle with making black sims. I feel like the only defining feature any of them have are their skin colours, otherwise if they were white skinned, they’d have no features to say otherwise if that makes sense. I was just curious if you have any tips whatsoever, as I’m a little nervous about playing into any stereotypes that might be hurtful or inaccurate so I want to make sure I’m doing things right. Or if there’s any cc that would help (like presets, skins, etc!)

I hope none of this came off wrong, I’m bad at wording things 😅

Hey nonny friend! I get it, you're saying that when you make Black sims they look like your white sims but with darker skin lol Its okay, we've seen this before with box braids and baby hairs too. But...

I'm glad you asked! Black humans come in a variety of shapes and with a variety of features as well (I'm sure you know this). So don't feel pressured to stick to a certain look.

Having said that, @kashisun has some beautiful noses for male frames that you can find here <- and for female frames here <-

The nose is the feature almost EVERYONE gets wrong so those links above will help you get a more accurate look. Also? We have some beautiful lips and one of my favorite preset packs is this one <- and you can really make them juicy with whatever slider you choose. I also like these Lush Presets <-

While we come in all shades of beautiful brown, defining features could absolutely be our noses and lips (and natural curves) so I'm thankful for creators who actually take the time to craft these presets for us!

#ts4 resources #happy BHM!

[guardianofrivendell]

GOR Milestone Celebration!

Celebration time! 

So it seems that I have passed two major follower milestones that I didn’t celebrate at the time because I wasn’t in the right mindset. But now I am so let’s celebrate together, shall we? 

First of all, a big thank you to everyone who has clicked that follow button (not you, p@rn bots!) and tolerated me enough to stick around. I can’t thank you enough for your support, your comments, your reblogs and your likes. 

This celebration is open to all my followers and there’s no limit on the amount of asks. Just send in as many hearts as you like! It will be up until Tuesday Jan 24 11 pm CET.

💛 - Change POV - Let’s shake things up in my masterlist! Have you read one of my stories and always wanted to see the POV of another character? Now’s your chance! Send me the title of my fic, the scene you want me to rewrite and the character you want to hear from and I’ll write the scene from their POV. For example “Water - Bilbo”, then I will write that drabble from Bilbo’s POV instead of reader’s. (Note: with oneshots or multichapters you need to pick a specific scene, drabbles I can do the complete thing)

🧡 - GIF requests - Send me an orange heart and a gif (this only works when you’re off anon, sorry!) and I’ll write you a little drabble (max 300 words) about it. You can find several gif requests from previous sleepovers in my masterlist as an example

❤️ - Valentine Baby - Love letters! They’re back :) Send me a red heart and a character, and maybe I can persuade them to finally confess their love for you in a letter! Please request these off anon so I can send them to your ask box! 

💜 - Drabble requests - I’m opening up drabble requests because all my WIPS hate me and I can use a little change. Send me a prompt from one of these prompt lists, together with a character and I’ll see what I can do! 

Trauma

Hurt/comfort 

Random prompts

Characters I write for: basically everyone from TH/LOTR (except for Gollem, Azog, the Master etc you know the type), I do not write for the Silm and RoP 

💙 - Postcards - Send me a character and I’ll send you a postcard based on your first date! Add which universe you want it to be in, ME or modern AU!

🖤 - Wild Card - You read that right! A Wild Card! Were you waiting for one of the old hearts to come back this sleepover? Or were you hoping for something else? Send in a black heart and what you want me to do and who knows... it might be your lucky day! Just remember, no fic requests please, you have the yellow, orange or purple heart for that purpose. 

Everything will be posted in the next few weeks, but please keep in mind that I do have a fulltime job, a family and other obligations to fulfill! 

Permanent taglist to get the word out: 

@roosliefje​ @kata1803​ @entishramblings​ @artsywaterlily​ @sleepy-daydream-in-a-rose​ @marvelschriss​ @kumqu4t​ @the-banannah​ @dark-angel-is-back​ @the-fandoms-georgie​ @lathalea​ @xxbyimm​ @katethewriter​ @aredhel-of-gondolin​ @elvish-sky​ @moony-artnstuff​ @kirenia15​ @vicmackeybullshxt​ @hey-its-nonny​ @beenovel​ @cassiabaggins​ @shethereadinghobbit​ @justfollowtheroad​ @laurfilijames​ @fizzyxcustard​ @brokennerdalert​ @linasofia​ @naimadrawsstuff​ @errruvande​ @amaryllis23​ @enchantzz​ @narniaandthenorth @sketch-and-write-lover​ @blairsanne​ @ruthoakenshield​ @midearthwritings​ @alone19-24 @medusas-hairband​ @ren-ni​ @kyramaximoff @megnotfound​ @middleearthpixie​ @aduialel​ @tree0frog​ @trappedinlimbo15​ @brethil13

#GOR Milestone Celebration #2.5-3k followers #Follower celebration

[jerzwriter]

Fandom Roll Call

Who in the fandom is

Fandom Sweetheart (most Kind) Fandom Comedian (Most funny) Fandom Artist 1 (Most Beautiful art) Fandom Artist 2 (most original art) Fandom Writer 1(most likely to make you smile - fluff) Fandom Writer 2 (most likely to make you cry - angst) Fandom Writer 3 (most likely to make you ... - smut) Fandom Overachiver (Does most) Fandom Scholar (Knows most about Choices)

Can be in more than one category, but don't pick yourself Please tag three more blogs

Hey Nonny! Thanks so much for the ask... Normally I'd sit on this for like a year and give it ENTIRELY too much thought, but I've decided not to do that, so I'm winging it!

Fandom Sweetheart (Kindest): @storyofmychoices without question.

Fandom Comedian (Funniest): She may not be on as much anymore, but I'm giving this to @jamespotterthefirst. Dear lord, the nights she nearly had to send the authorities to do a wellness check because I was wheezing. lol (Can you explain what that is, ma'am? (pause) No. 😂😂😂)

Fandom Artist 1 (Most Beautiful Art): Here is where I struggle because there are so many talented creators, and I hate leaving anyone out. But I said I'm winging it, so I'm winging it... @oh-so-youre-a-nerd Thia, you knocked on the door of the fandom, and light just burst inside - in so many ways. Your art looks like it should be hanging in a museum or a gallery. How I admire your talent! Thank you for sharing it with us.

Fandom Artist 2 (Most Original): Oh, this is even harder because I'm not an artist, so what I consider original, someone else may say, "Really?" but it's my answer, so F it. The award goes to @lilyoffandoms. Lily, I know you always minimize your talent, but I'm here to rectify that. And I love your "I finish nothing" style! Thanks so much for sharing your talent with us!

Fandom Writer 1 (make you smile/fluff): Nonny, you're KILLING me. God, I hate critiquing other fandom writers, and I freaking hate leaving people out because I truly believe everyone has something to offer, so I feel like crap doing these. So I usually don't answer and get left out of the reindeer games so again, winging it! But you are going to get more than one lol

For fluffiness, sunshine, and diabetes-inducing sugary content to you on a bad day? @storyofmychoices , @potionsprefect, and @liaromancewriter

Fandom Writer 2 (angst): OK, angst is my jam. This is what I live for, and if you can get me to cry, you win. If you can get that sickening feeling in the pit of my stomach when I cry, you win more.

My... I need to grab a Kleenex box winners? @missameliep @inlocusmads @mydemonsdrivealimo and @alwaysmychoices I know I'm freaking forgetting someone and it's driving me mad, but that will have to do for now :)

Fandom Writer 3 (smut): OK so why is this the one I had the least problem with? LOL Again, you're getting more than one: @choiceskatie, @heauxplesslydevoted, @alwaysmychoices and @jamespotterthefirst.

Fandom Overachiever: @storyofmychoices and @lilyoffandoms. Thank you for all you do to encourage creators, support artists, etc. etc., and so many etceteras 💜

Fandom Scholar (Knows Most): Hmm. OK, I'm going to have more than one again (I know, you're shocked). @liaromancewriter knows an insane amount about PB's business & financial stuff, and she is my Tumblr tech go-to (that's part of the fandom so... lol) @thefirstcourtesan knows so much about choices stories, the writers, etc. She's always blown me away with that. Ive had the chance to read a few of @lizzybeth1986's essays, and I was pretty impressed as well! I'm sure there are more, but these are the ones that come to mind. :) I'm going to leave my tags at those I've tagged above, but seriously, if anyone wants to join it, please do so!

#fandom roll call #open heart #wake the dead #<-- a little #crimes of passion #<- a little #asks answered

[traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors]

Hi, im not sure if this is the right place to ask but I need a little help. Me and my boyfriend havent been communicating very well recently, and a part of that is because he age regresses and sometimes i dont always notice right away and i do things that overwhelm or upset him (like asking too many questions). I'm not sure how to help him when he's age regressed because he cant properly communicate his needs sometimes. When he's not age regressed, i try to ask him what i should do in advance but his answer is always just "i dont know" or "just dont ask too many questions" which is valid and i understand that, but i still find myself having trouble interacting with him when hes regressed. I know he does it because of trauma, and I even age regress too so i know sort of what its like but ive come to realize that we dont have the exact same experience while regressing and i find it hard to understand him. I cant understand why he always avoids answering questions and why it seems he ignores me and i dont know how to bring it up/handle it. Any tips? Thank you in advance

Hey nonny!

I recommend telling how it feels to you when he doesn't really answer or avoids your questions, so maybe he will try to give you better answers in the future if he can. He also may not know the answers to those questions himself, which is okay but will require just a little more perception from you.

I recommend maybe a certain bracelet or stuffie or pin or something that he can carry or put on him when he's in little space so that you know without having to ask or without upsetting him. I also suggest taking note of things he tends to like or want when in little space, and maybe making him a set of picture cards featuring those items. That way, if he wants or needs something, he can just show you a card for it, or you can even go through them and present them to him as a "Do you want this?" And he can just nod or shake his head.

It may also help to sort of make a little space box or something that has some stuff he tends to like when regressed and keep that somewhere accessible for the both of you for when he regresses, or make an area of the house that's more little-friendly that he can retreat to when regressed.

All in all, communicating how you're feeling, and setting up ways to know he's regressed or easy ways to communicate his wants might be helpful to you!

Best of luck, and if any followers have tips then please feel free to reblog/comment as well!

~Mod Night

#trauma talks #mod night #little space #regression

[em-writes-stuff-sometimes]

Cats aren't low maintenance tho they need a lot of care to ensure they're healthy and happy and they're definitely not low effort. I sincerely hope this doesn't start some sort of war because I've seen all sorts of nonsense happening in people's ask boxes.. but this is just my experience with cats as a foster mom of five kittens currently and overall about 70 cats in my care throughout the years as a shelter worker! (I'm turning 42 this Spring 😁) I love your works! And so far Babey's pregnancy has been described scarily similarly to my own pregnancies LOL keep up the great work!

Hey, nonnie! I'm sorry for inadvertently offending you, haha! I was speaking to my own experience with cats, in that they can entertain themselves, groom themselves, hunt for themselves and they generally take care of their toileting business themselves. In comparison to the other animals I've owned (dogs, rabbits, mice, hermit crabs, fish), they definitely rank easiest! My current cattos (who are squishy and lovely and very VERY dum-dum) are inside ones, though they're allowed out in the backyard during the day. Kittens would definitely be higher maintenance!

I'm so glad that you've been enjoying this grotty little fic series, I'm having so much fun writing it. And thank fuck the pregnancy's coming off at least relatively realistic so far, I've been so fucking nervous to tackle it as pregnancy fics are so often riddled with cliches.

Thank you so much, nonnie!

#fanfiction comments

[gimme-a-thrust]

Aroace Fizzarolli anon here! It's fine, aa, thank you so much for the response. It's.. amazing to hear that there's nothing strange or wrong with my HC. I was motivated by your reply and I went on to find fics that portray him as aroace or at the least, asexual.

It was fun! So thank you for the reply, really, your words made my day <3 I appreciate your kindness and consideration.

Hey, Nonny! So great to hear from you again!

Honestly, there’s nothing wrong with it, especially if you can identify with it. The way I write my Fizzarolli is based on my husband/how my husband writes him, as well as how I write Fizzarozzie has roots in our relationship (hypersexual allosexual and grey asexual), and that’s how the dynamic works for me. It isn’t for everyone, and that’s okay. First and foremost, your interpretation of the characters is for you, and that’s important. You are important.

I’m so happy that I could be a motivation for you to seek something that you care about! Be passionate!! Love characters the way you love them, that’s what fiction is for! There’s a reason that things can be interpreted by many people in different ways, and I think it’s always important to encourage and foster that in each other.

It warms my heart to hear that you had fun and that I was able to still help even if I was unsure how to write it myself. <333 You coming back and telling me about this made my day, and I’m just so tickled that things worked out in the end. I wish you more luck in finding fics you like, and know that I’m always available to talk and bounce ideas off of! My DMs are open, as well as the ask box!

#Stolas Is That You? (Answered Asks) #Mr. Meek Speaks (Key Talk)