#owen just hearing him and letting him get everything out

[theghostofashton]

a moment that stuck out to me while rewatching the pilot was tk's reaction when they're visiting the firehouse for the first time, the way he tells owen to call and tell the deputy chief he's changed his mind, they don't belong there. he sees the memorial and the flowers and the way the firehouse is exactly as it was the day that last call came in, and he's immediately horrified at the idea of himself and owen intruding on this grieving process. recognizing that they were invited to austin by higher-ups who have no idea what the loved ones of these men are going through, who now have to be okay with total strangers coming in and making assumptions and thinking they know best how to move forward.

i feel like this is such a good distillation of tk's character, his instinctual selflessness, the way he so easily puts himself in the shoes of others (even people he's never met) and tries to understand from their perspectives. he knows he and his dad have the best intentions but these people may see them as assholes, and that's important to focus on, the impact it could have. it's a brief moment that demonstrates just how deeply tk cares, how aware he is of the priority being helping people. treading lightly, not adding to their pain while they're already grieving, caring for them by making them feel heard, no matter how that looks.

#which is kinda what owen says and what happens at the end with judd #owen just hearing him and letting him get everything out #it works so well #also tk's strong awareness of him and owen being new yorkers #city slickers coming in to tell them they're doing life wrong #being aware of the stereotype that new yorkers feeling like everywhere is inferior #he is so sweet im just so :( #he really had my heart from day fucking one this boy #i love him so much #911 lone star rewatch 2024 #911 lone star #tk strand #911 ls meta

[stevieschrodinger]

Part One

Steve’s bedroom door is open. He’s perched on the edge of the bed, pretty much everyone else wedged in here with him. Rob is on the bed too, leaning against him. Jon and Nance are sitting at the bottom. All the kids are sitting on the floor.

Everyone's quiet. Waiting. Straining to hear.

El and Eddie are next door.

And Steve has no fucking idea what the hell is going on.

The gates are all closed. Hawkins is a mess, but within the first twenty four hours there was a big push to start repairs. The government is probably pouring cash on this to tidy it up, clean it up, cover it up; make sure everyone knows it was an earthquake.

Gas main damaged in the quake leaked; if anyone saw anything weird, they’re already convinced it was a hallucination. So there’s that.

Everyone got out of hospital within hours; the worst off was probably Steve himself. His wounds from the bats, from their first run in with Vecna, still hadn't healed and one of them had been growing steadily more infected. He has fresh injuries from this time around; all of them inflicted by Eddie. Steve has two broken ribs, and he sounds like he's been smoking 100 a day for sixty years from where Eddie nearly choked him out. He needed twelve stitches in the nasty gash he picked up on the back of his head, but luckily no concussion this time. He's covered in scratches and bruises, but the hospital were happy to let him go with antibiotics and firm instructions to rest.

Eddie, surprisingly, has a clean bill of health. He was filthy, and the scars were bad but...otherwise, he didn’t have so much as an open scratch on him. Everything healed up completely. Which makes...no sense. Steve literally saw him die.

But that also means while they were preparing...planning...working to take down Vecna...he had Eddie the whole time. Potentially, that was nearly a week. The shock they had all had, seeing Eddie again. Obviously they hadn’t planned for that, hadn't factored it into their plans, and it completely and utterly fucked everything up.

They were done for. They were all going to die, no question. But something happened. Something changed. Steve was convinced he was about to get choked to death by Eddie, or maybe impaled on that ridiculous sword but...no. Eddie had blinked awake. And then he’d cut Vecna’s head clean off...which, unexpected, but still a win.

Eddie had dropped the sword, stumbling along after everyone else to get out before the gates closed on them.

Since then, Eddie's been silent. Going where he's told, stumbling through the examinations, sitting on the periphery of the group, staring into space. He looked broken, even to Steve, who realistically didn't know Eddie that well. Eddie had the vacant stare of someone who's just been though something traumatic.

When Dustin had tried to hug him, even, Eddie had flinched away.

No one tried to touch him after that, giving up talking to him pretty quickly. Eddie wasn't going to answer. Steve could practically watch Dustin getting more and more distressed over the state of Eddie. Everyone was aware; all they could do was sit and watch it happen.

Once they were out of the hospital they could look after him; try and figure out what the fuck was happening.

Eddie had disappeared pretty much the moment he had opportunity. He’d mumbled something about finding a bathroom, pretty much the first words he;d spoken, and as the minutes ticked by, it became increasingly obvious that Eddie wasn't coming back. The hospital was a mess, and they were supposed to wait for Owens.

Obviously the kids weren’t willing to let him out of their sight that fast. Vecna’s done something to him, controlled him somehow, that much is obvious. Just...nobody knows what.

When Owens finally showed, it was done and dusted fast. They confirmed Henry/One was dead. Owens had a lot of other shit to sort out; they were no longer his priority and they knew it. Dustin had been ball of barely contained anxiety the whole time, clearly wanting to track down Eddie but...by some sort of group mutual understanding...no one mentioned Eddie was alive. No one said he'd come back with them.

In the confusion, no one seemed to question it. Owens clearly hadn't bothered to look at the hospital's records, or whatever it was he could do. They left as fast as they could without raising suspicion.

The kids had found Eddie again pretty quickly, more through luck than anything, but finding Eddie sitting on the porch of some random house, nursing a bottle of vodka was...well. Everyone’s got their own coping mechanisms, Steve guesses.

Eddie still hasn’t spoken about what happened, but he was pretty quick to pass out on the spare bed.

El’s got that look on her face when she comes back, like she’s thinking big thoughts.

“Is he okay?” Dustin asks first. Obviously there were concerns. Vecna had Eddie for days, there could be anything in Eddie’s head. What if there’s something...lingering...from Vecna? Could be a risk.

El shakes her head, “he is very sad.”

“Sad about what?” Nancy, this time.

“When Eddie was…” she makes a face, she doesn’t have the words, for a moment, to convey what she wants to say, she puts the fingertips of both hands together, making bars, “Vecna put Eddie’s mind in a cage, he doesn’t remember what his body was doing, I don’t think.”

“So Vecna had him as a kind of puppet? He couldn’t get out of the cage?” Robin clarifies, “that’s good right, he didn’t see himself hurting us?”

El tilts a hand from side to side, “he did not want to leave the cage. Vecna made him…” she purses her lips, “love. He was in love. They had a baby, she grew up, she was going to college.”

“That makes no sense, he was there less than a week?”

“Time is different in dreams.”

“Yeah,” Dustin chimes in, “even if a dream feels long, it actually happens really fast.”

Steve huffs, “right, but he knows now, right, that it wasn’t real? So it doesn’t matter, right?”

“It matters to him,” El tells him so firmly Steve feels like he fucked up, “it was real to him.”

“Steve,” Nancy turns to him, “imagine if you got married, had...I don’t know, six kids and a Winnebago,” Steve winces because, yeah, okay, he might have deserved that, “and you come home after years and years of living that, being happy, only to find out it wasn’t real, how would you feel?”

“It’d be like they died,” Robin says next to him, suddenly gasping and making a pained noise, “oh that’s horrible. Poor Eddie.”

El’s nodding, and everyone else is silent, clearly letting that sink in.

And, yeah, Steve figures...that’s got to be pretty awful.

The kids have gone home, but Nancy, Rob, Jon and Argyle have all stayed. They promised the kids they would watch over Eddie, which wasn’t hard since Eddie’s been asleep pretty much since they got back. Steve doesn’t know if is the most of a bottle of vodka Eddie had downed, or the week he’s had but...he’s still asleep.

They take it in turns to check on him, every half an hour, someone comes up. Just to check.

Steve doesn’t know what woke him, but he needs to piss. Robins passed out next to him, snoring her wheezy little snore. Steve gets up and goes to the bathroom, figures he should check on Eddie.

And Steve finds himself suddenly very awake at the sight of an empty bed and an open window.

They split up, heading for likely places. Nancy, Argyle and Jon pile into Jon’s car, heading for Wayne first and then with a vague plan to work through town on the way back if he’s not there.

Steve and Robin strike out in the opposite direction.

“Lets head for the place the kids found him.”

“You think he would have gone back there?”

Robin shrugs, “why did he go there in the first place?”

“You think it means something to him?” A horrible feeling starting to form in the pit of Steve’s stomach, even as Robin shrugs ‘maybe’ at him.

They can’t see Eddie, but Robin insists they check it out. Steve’s glad Robin has half their brain, because she was dead right. There’s smashed glass on the porch and the door is open; someone has broken in.

Part Three

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[carolperkinsexgirlfriend]

Steddie Upside-Down AU Part 65

Part 1 Part 64

Will wakes up to shouting. He scrunches into a ball, back hitting a warm body that immediately reaches up to rub his back.

“It’s just Hopper, kid,” Eddie’s sleep-ruffled voice rumbles, rubbing his shoulders clumsily.

“–don’t care what’s convenient for you,” Hopper yells, the last three words carrying enough scorn to make Will curl into himself further. “You’re seeing them. Now!”

There’s a slam that makes Eddie’s hand flinch on his back, the atonally ringing telling Will that Hopper had hung up the phone. With prejudice. He can hear his Mom murmuring quietly in the Harrington’s kitchen, too quiet to make out any of the words. Hopper groans at whatever it is, steps echoing across the tile of the kitchen as he makes his way into the living room.

“Everyone up,” he demands, as if all the bodies on the ground aren’t already stirring from his raised voice. “We’re going to the lab.”

That gets everyone moving. It’s a rush of frozen waffles toasted and passed around dry, of slipping back into costumes from the night before. Eddie, Steve, Barb, and Nancy squish into Wayne’s truck, while Hopper drives from house to house, dropping off his friends until it’s just Mom, Jonathan, and Will left in the car. They go home, changing into fresh clothes in a rush to get out the door.

“Let’s go!” Hopper calls periodically from the porch, urging them on like a drill sergeant.

When they finally pull up to the lab, Eddie, Steve, and Uncle Wayne are dawdling at the entrance. The groups converge, walking in as a pack like they always do, if a member or two heavier than usual for these trips.

Dr. Owens smiles his usual, grandfatherly smile, going through the same rictus of tests he always performs. Weight, blood pressure, brain scan, blood draw. Nothing diverges until he settles his gaze on Steve, smile turning plastic in his face as he asks, “now would you like to tell me what prompted this emergency meeting?”

Steve doesn’t meet his eyes, gaze tripping around the room from face to face, before he finally says, “didn’t Hopper already tell you?”

Dr. Owens reaches out, patting Steve’s knee where it’s dangling off the hospital bed. He doesn’t comment on the way Steve shrinks away from the touch, just takes his hand back, smiling genially. “I’d like to hear it from you.”

Steve looks over at Eddie, meeting his gaze. Something Will can’t read passes between them, and Steve starts speaking. He talks about being back there, sometimes. Without warning, about the thing there, about how they were all there, suddenly, until Eddie disappeared. Until they were both back with the slap of Carol’s palm against his face.

Dr. Owens pats his knee again, failing to read the room, even as he assures Steve that everything will be fine and leaves them to get dressed.

It’s almost routine after that. Getting dressed and huddling out on the bench like they’re not talking about all of them in Dr. Owens’ office. This time, Eddie and Steve both stand up to press ears to the door, Jonathan and Will following closely behind.

“Will is not delusional!” his Mom shouts, barely muffled by the thick wood of the closed door. Will flinches back into Jonathan, who wraps his arm around his shoulders, pulling him in.

“Wouldn’t you be the delusional one?” Jonathan whispers, looking at Steve. He continues, when both Steve and Eddie turn to look at him with furrowed brows. “I’m not saying you are! Just, why Will?”

Dr. Owens continues before anyone has a chance to respond. “Ms. Byers, it’s a perfectly normal reaction to the trauma they’ve endured.” He says it like he’s trying to settle a spooked horse.

“Why don’t you explain what the hell you’re talking about here, Doc,” Hopper demands.

There’s a prolonged silence. Will wishes he could see what everyone was doing. If Uncle Wayne is glaring Dr. Owens down as the man shuffles his papers. If Dr. Owens is smiling that same, unsettling smile.

“The French call it folie a deux,” he says, finally. Hopper scoffs. “A folly of two.”

“And what the hell does that mean?” Uncle Wayne demands gruffly.

Dr. Owens sighs, loudly enough that it can be heard through the door. “It’s not a common occurrence, but given how tight-knit your boys seem, I think it would fit. You see, it can happen when a pair, or even a small group of people, have a traumatic experience together.”

“So, what,” his Mom demands, that shrill tone in her voice that means she’s a few seconds from losing it. “You’re saying they just made it all up?”

“Oh, not at all!” Dr. Owens replies, sounding far too cheerful. “I’m sure it all feels very real to them.”

“And they all just happened to see the same thing,” Uncle Wayne says, too deadpan to pass as a question. Eddie leans closer to the door, pushing his ear more firmly to the door and smiling at his Uncle’s words. “Sounds like a crock of shit to me.”

“Mr. Munson, it’s a well-documented phenomenon.” Eddie rolls his eyes, scoffing a little too loudly, making Steve shush him with a finger raised to his lips. “It’s a fascinating little thing, our brains can do. You see, the primary, in this case Steve, forms a delusional belief during a psychotic episode and imposes it upon another.”

“You hear that, baby?” Eddie whispers, grinning at Steve. “You’re the primary in this relationship.”

“Shut up!” Steve says, cheeks flushing. “Didn’t you hear the part where he called me a psycho.”

“He called you all psychos,” Jonathan mutters. Will muffles his laugh into his hands as Steve shushes them all again, like he hadn’t just been talking.

“Let’s say, somehow this all isn’t a crock of shit,” Uncle Wayne says. “Like there’s ain’t a hell dimension right beneath our feet.”

“Mr. Munson–”

“What do you suppose we do about this whole, what did you call it?”

“Folie a deux,” his Mom says, like it’s a bad word.

Dr. Owens clears his throat again in the silence. “The proposed treatment is to admit and separate the affected parties.”

“No way in hell, doc,” Hopper says.

There’s the sound of scraping, like Hopper pushed his chair back to stand. More sounds follow until it’s a cacophony of scrapes, Will can barely hear Dr. Owens voice over.

“Now, I must insist–”

“Can it,” Uncle Wayne says, talking right over him. “We’re getting the hell out of here.”

Will’s eyes widen as footsteps sound in the room. Will shuffles back quickly, taking Jonathan with him until their backs hit the wall, a respectful distance from the door when Uncle Wayne swings it open.

Steve and Eddie are left holding the bag, stumbling back like there’s any way to disguise what they’d just been doing. Uncle Wayne scoffs, leading the procession out of the room. “Good, now we don’t gotta fill you two in.”

His Mom’s mouth is furrowed. She’s wringing her hands as they walk out into the hall and continue out, ignoring Dr. Owens calls from behind them. “Did you hear that too, sweetie?” she asks, coming up beside where Will and Jonathan are standing beside the wall. She links their arms, pulling them both along.

Will nods and she sighs, shoulders slumping. “I was hoping you didn’t have to hear all of that nonsense.”

“It’s not a delusion,” Will says, shuffling his feet. His Mom’s arm clutches his elbow a little tighter, pulling him along, Hopper taking up the rear and guarding their backs from Dr. Owens stumbling protestations.

“I know, sweetie,” she says, patting his hand. “Kind of wish it was though.”

She says it quietly, but he still hears it. Jonathan snorts, “yeah, crazy’s treatable,” he says. “What’re we supposed to do about alternate dimensions?”

His Mom’s mouth purses. She drags them both into her, dropping elbows to wrap her arms around both of their waists. “The best we can.”

Part 66

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[disturbedbeautywrites]

Too close to home - Tyler Owens Imagine

A/N: Alright babes, so here she is. Hope you guys like it. This is based off an actual tornado I experienced last year (Gotta love tornado alley).

Spring. It was your favorite season and also your least favorite season at the same time. It was the time of year when they flowers started to bloom, it started to warm up, and everyone seemed happier. However, it was also the time of year when tornadoes were the most prevalent. Living in tornado alley meant you were well versed in the forces of nature. They were big. They were mean. They didn’t care what was in their way. Ever since you were a kid, they scared you. You knew the signs and you watched out for them when they came.

It was the dark clouds. It was the smell of rain in the air. It was the cool air and the warm breeze mixing together to bring a perfect mix of chaos. It absolutely terrified you; especially since you worked at a news station and saw what happened when you covered storm damage.

Now, your boyfriend, was a whole other story. You were dating the tornado wrangler himself, Tyler Owens, and the two of you could not be anymore different in your opinions on the monstrous forces of nature. He thought they were beautiful and wanted to chase after them. You thought they were horrible and wanted to stay far away. But, each and every spring you let him chase his passion as long as he promised to keep himself safe and always come back home. He promised and had yet to break it.

It was your two year anniversary and the two of you were cuddled up in bed watching a movie. There was a tornado warning in the area, but Tyler had been watching the tornado tracker on his phone and he felt like there was next to no chance that the ones on the ground would come anywhere near your shared home. Most nights, he would be out chasing the storm with his crew, but he had agreed to stay home with you tonight to spend time with you to celebrate your anniversary.

Your head was on his chest and his fingers were combing through your hair, both your eyes locked on the TV. Outside, the storm was starting to pick up. The thunder was starting to get louder and the rain was starting to pound on the window harder; hail starting to mix in with it. Your eyes widened at the sound, but Tyler didn’t seem to even blink twice, his hand moving down to soothe down your spine. Of course, leave it to the tornado chaser to not even blink at a severe storm. You wished you shared his bravery, but you definitely did not. As the storm started to progress he picked up his phone to check the weather and the tornado tracker, still seeing that there was nothing coming towards you guys and you were safe to not take shelter.

But, as you were sitting there you could start to hear a train in the distance sound like it was passing through and you felt confusion start to cloud your mind. You didn’t remember any train tracks near your house.. But, it definitely sounded like there was a freight train passing by. You looked at Tyler just as his phone rang, one of the guys he chased with calling him.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead and went to standup, answering the call. He pulled the blinds back and revealed a severely dark sky outside your window before he looked at you, eyes wide. The train was getting louder and louder. “Yeah. Ya’ll stay safe.” Just as he was going to hang up the phone, the entire house went dark as the power went out. In the dark and the silence of the house you could barely make him out walking swiftly towards you. He was normally calm about everything so the swift way he was moving made a sense of dread settle through your bones and into your stomach. You had never seen him like this and you had watched him race towards tornadoes hundreds of times by now without even seeming to be phased. But, whatever was happening right now had him rattled.

“We have to get to cover now.” That was all he said as he reached out for your hand, lacing your fingers together as he pulled you towards the back door of your shared home. You had never once heard him warn you to take shelter, so something really bad must be happening. The two of you made your way outside and everything was super dark. Rain was pelting down from the sky in massive drops as it mixed with hail. The wind was whipping around you and Tyler held your hand tight as the two of you made your way towards the door that was propped up outside of the ground. He started to open it, turning around to see a massive funnel cloud making its way right towards your house.

You felt your blood run cold as it started to descend down towards the ground and you heard him urging you to hurry, reaching out to grab your wrist. He was yelling something but you couldn’t hear him over the wind, you just could make out the sound of him yelling but the words were incomprehensible. You felt a tug on your wrist as he ushered you inside, standing to take in the beauty of the descending tornado as it tore down on your neighborhood quickly.

“Ty!” You yelled out for him as you made your way down the stairs, the chaos of everything making you feel more panicked than you already were. But, the look on his eyes said everything. The passion. The dedication. “She’s damn perfect.” You could tell he was either saying the words or mouthing them, but the wind was taking possession of his voice. You knew he was wishing he was chasing this storm. However, that would’ve meant you would be dealing with this alone. You had never been in a storm like this before and now you were about to be in the eye of a tornado.

He finally snapped out of his trance and made his way down into the cellar with you. He slammed the door shut behind him, locking it into place with the deadbolt as you turned on the flashlight on your phone.

Luckily when you had moved in you had stocked the storm shelter with some food and water and a bag of clothes for each of you if you guys would end up needing it. But, you hoped and prayed you wouldn’t. You turned on the lantern the two of you kept down there as you grabbed one of the few blankets you had down there and you tried to make yourself comfortable, hearing the wind howl outside through the door.

“C’mere.” The southern drawl was the first thing you heard your boyfriend say since the two of you had left the house. He had his arm out for you as he turned his phone on to the weather channel, pulling up the radar as the weatherman went on and on about the tornado that was now knocking on your front door.

Your heart was racing and you felt like you couldn’t breathe as you slid in close to his side, covering both of your laps with the blanket as you tried not to think about what could potentially be happening a couple of feet above you. Would it take the house? Would it take your trucks? The barn? You didn’t want to think about it and you hid your face in his arm as he slid a hand under your shirt, rubbing soft circles into your skin with his thumb. “Itll be alright, darlin’.” You knew it would be, but the anxiety was still running rampant through you as well as guilt for him staying home with you tonight.

“I’m sorry you’re here and not out there right now.” Your voice felt too quiet for the situation, but you let it stay like that. Ever since you had started dating, you had never made him miss a storm. You had always told him to go. Told him to just be safe and keep you updated. Every single time he did. But, tonight he had insisted and now it was eating at you.

You felt his eyes look down at you as he sat his phone down, now using his free hand to tilt your chin to look up at him. “I would rather be here with you. If I was chasing that storm, I would be trying to outrun it to get home to you,” He kept his eyes locked on yours as the words left his lips, the normally cocky smile he wore replaced by a small, genuine one. He started to stroke your cheek with his thumb, leaning down to capture your lips to seal the words in. “There will be other storms. But there’s only one you. I’m glad I was here to keep you safe.” The words were barely a whisper as he leaned his forehead against yours, a smile forming on your lips as you kissed him again.

There might be damage done by the storm and you would probably be cleaning up debris for a couple of months, if not longer. But, you had Tyler and he had you and both of you were safe. That was all that mattered as you cuddled up to him in the storm shelter and waited for the all clear, updates coming in from his guys as they chased the storm that came just a little too close to home this time.

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[zombholic]

HE’S SO LUCKY PT. 3 — abby anderson

summary — warning: do not fall in love with a straight girl, or do you never know.

description — outbreak!abby, poc fem!reader, frenemies, angsty, SMUT MDI, switch!abby, switch!reader, inexperienced abby, comphet!abby, TW MENTION OF OWEN.

authors note — is this what yall wanted 😁🙌🏽 guys i was listening to taylor swift which is why its so dramatic …

The whole way back to base was lingered in silence, tension and anger. You were quick to make your way to your room, grabbing your shower supplies before heading to the the communal showers living in the apocalyptic world didn’t stop you from smelling good, you truly were more worried for your hygiene than the clicker that was attacking you.

Letting the water fall onto you was so blissful, hearing the doors open you opened your eyes only to meet those blue ones you longed for. Rolling your eyes at the blonde you turned to face the shower head, you discreetly watched as she undressed and took her undid her long braid.

Abby’s hair fell to her lower back, you shouldn’t be looking at her like this but my god we don’t call her Abs for nothing. Quickly adverting your eyes you lathered up the soap all over your body.

“Can we please talk.” She broke the silence, all you could do was sigh heavily turning your head to face her now drenched hair and body under the shower.

“While we’re naked? Classy Abs.” You spoke with sarcasm your eyes fighting the urge to lower your eyes from her face to her chest.

“It’s only us in here and I really need to talk to you, please?” She gave you that puppy face that made you melt.

“Speak.” You licked your teeth now shampooing your hair, eyes now shut to avoid it getting in them.

“Ever— ever since you kissed me I’ve been feeling things, at first I thought I was just confused but Y/n I think I have feelings for you?” You felt your heart stop beating for a second only to start racing you swore it was showing through your chest.

Swallowing deeply you licked your lips, rising the shampoo off your hair. Turning your head you looked at her, nervously biting your bottom lip.

“Abby, you’re in love with Owen and I don’t want to be your little experiment.” She was now inching towards you, both of you still completely naked in the showers.

“I don’t love him, Y/nn, I think I love you.” She placed her hands on your waist, looking at you so lovingly it made your stomach churn.

“No, no, we can’t, this is wrong, we are wrong—“ You pushed her hands off your wet body, turning off the water and quickly wrapping your body in your towel.

“You’re just saying that because you realized what I told you earlier was true and now you want to fuck with my head.” You rambled collecting your things, you didn’t know what to feel? You wanted this, you wanted her, you have her why are you pushing her away?

“Y/n, please.” You heard her voice break a little, it ached your heart but you knew she wasn’t over Owen.

Shaking your head you left the showers and made your way to your dorm that you shared with some scientist that you couldn’t even bother to remember her name.

A few days past by after Abby’s love confession you were still very baffled by everything but luckily today you weren’t assigned to go on patrol, you gave Leah your word that you would hangout with her and to be honest you need to talk to someone about what happened and what better person than your best friend.

There you laid on her bed looking at all the polaroids she took, you imagined that in the real world she would’ve been one of those people who took pictures for a living, just can’t get your mind to remember what the word was. You lingered at the picture she took of you and Abby, your names written on the bottom.

Y/n + Abby.

“I need your advice.” You sighed turning your head to look at your friend who was trying to organize her backpack. Her head shot up, tongue poking out meaning she was very concentrated.

“Huh.” She nodded her head, hands now behind her as she leaned back now giving you her attention.

“Abby told me she loved me.” You saw as her eyes widened and jaw dropped.

“When were you gonna tell me this? And isn’t that a good thing? You don’t seem happy about it.” She tilted her head with thousands of questions spilling out.

“I feel like she was just saying that to mess with me cause I told her that Owen doesn’t love her.” You shrugged your shoulder now sitting up on the edge of the bed.

“Y/n, you stupid bitch, Abby isn’t like that, she never was and she sure doesn’t just tell anyone that she loves them romantically.” She hit your leg, you scoffed now biting on the edge of your nails.

You two decided to head down to the cafeteria for a quick meal, you just wanted to get Abby off your mind for a second. Grabbing yourself a burrito you guys sat at the table her boyfriend was sat at with his friends, your eyes roamed around the cafeteria a slight part of you wishing Abby was here.

It’s like your wish came true in the worst way, you saw the tall blonde chatting away with her ex. You felt sick to your stomach, she did lie to you, why was she so happy talking to him. Putting the burrito down knowing if you took another bite you would throw up.

Getting up from your seat you walked over to her, she turned her head hearing loud footsteps approaching the side of her only for her eyes to widen like she was caught doing something she wasn’t supposed to.

“You’re a piece of shit Abby.” You shoved her shoulders hard enough for her back to hit the fall.

“No Y/n, this isn’t what it looks like—“ You couldn’t even let her finish speaking, tears threatening to spill down your face so you shook your head and walked away, back to your room.

You heard her chasing after you, calling out your name from behind you, when you reached the door of your room you turned on your heels to face her, jaw clenched and fist balled up.

“Fuck you, I knew you were lying to me.” You tried to steady your breathing trying so hard not to punch her in the face.

“Oh my god Y/n, how many times do I have to tell you that I love you! I only want you!” She shouted causing you to flinch a little.

“Then prove it Abby, prove that you love me!” The tears now spilling down your cheeks so suddenly it broke her heart.

She cupped your face in her hands, her own tears starting to fall down her face. Leaning down she pressed her lips against your puffy ones, the kiss filled with so much passion you could only deepen it. She was the first to pull away her eyes fluttering open, you looked up at her through your wet lashes, wrapping your arms around her neck you pulled her back into you kissing her deeply.

She opened the door to your room, shutting it behind her as she grabbed the back of your thighs and had you wrap them around her waist, never breaking the kiss. She walked over to your bed gently placing you on your back.

“You’re so beautiful.” She mumbled into the kiss, you swore you could’ve combusted at that.

Her lips leaving yours to trail down your jaw down to your neck, nibbling and sucking until she left your neck freckled with her love bites. She pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it somewhere on your floor, her hands grabbing the hem of yours repeating the same action done to her.

Her eyes were so soft but her lips were even softer as she kissed down the valley of your chest, fingers snaking behind your bra to unclasp it letting it fall off, she felt like she was in heaven not hesitating to fondle them in her enormous hands.

Her lips connected with your perky nipple, looking up at you with those puppy eyes, your fingers behind her neck pushing her closer.

“More, please.” You let out a breathy sigh, you felt your arousal pooling in your panties.

Her hands came down to your jeans, unbuttoning and pulling them off you along with your panties, she was kneeled down by the edge of your bed as she spread your legs apart. She almost moaned at the sight of your soaked cunt.

“Did I do this baby?” She half joked peppering little kisses around your inner thighs.

“Mhmm.” You nodded sinking your teeth into your bottom lip “Need you Abs.” You whimpered out.

She tossed your legs over her shoulders, trying to go off what pleased her. Her thick fingers parting your cunt watching as your needy pussy clenched at the air. She slipped in her two fingers curling them the way she died for.

“Oh my— fuck Abby.” You whimpered feeling so full with just her fingers.

Her pace quickend the sound of your squelching pussy and her fingers drilling into you made her head fuzzy.

“Like this baby? You like that?” Her eyes never leaving your blissed out face, needing to know you were feeling good.

“Yes baby, keep doing that, makin’ me feel s’good.” You assured her, your fingers gripping onto her hair.

Her lips wrapped around your clit sucking on it causing your legs to shake, mouth forming an O shape as you chanted her name over and over again.

“Abby, Abby fuck I’m gonna cum baby.” You whined your stomach knotting that familiar feeling.

“Cum all over my face pretty girl, give it to me.” She moaned into your pussy sending you over the edge.

Your orgasm hitting you like a thousand bricks, eyes rolling to the back of your head the only thing in your brain was the sound of static. She helped you ride out the intense sensation, slipping her fingers out and sucking on them moaning at the taste of your juices.

“C’mere.” You grabbed her jaw pulling her up to you, smashing your lips against hers, teeth clashing.

You had her lay down on the bed, slipping her cargos off leaving her boy shorts on. Your head leaned against her muscular thigh as your thumb rubbed her clit through her shorts lazily.

“Baby please don’t tease.” Her voice rasped, begging for you to give her what she was aching for.

You hovered your face over her happy trail, tongue tracing down the line before leaving kissing along her v-line. Your fingers hooked onto her panties slipping them off, seeing how her pussy was basically drooling for you.

“Such a pretty girl, pretty pussy.” Your arms hooked under her thighs fingers digging into her flesh.

Your tongue lapped up her cunt, savoring her taste like it was the last meal on earth. Her fingers were quick to grab your hair, you sucked on her puffy pink clit, your tongue sliding into her cunt eating her like your life depended on it.

“Baby, fuck you’re fuckin me so good.” She grunted out riding her clit on your nose, the smell of her made you feral.

The room was filled with the most pornographic noises and the smell of sex. Her moans were getting needier, louder, god if it was possible you snuck your tongue in deeper inside of her.

“Cummin, m’cumming baby.” The grip she had on your hair tightened so good, you felt her cum seep down your chin causing you to suck up all her juices making her cry out feeling overstimulated.

“Fuck I love you Anderson.” You giggled wiping your chin with the back of your hand.

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13: Little Life

Lando Norris x OC (Violet Sinclair)

same group friend, unrequited love, acquittances to lovers, ski trip, love triangle, life as lovers

Words: 4.1k

Warnings: a lot of fluff

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Never in my life I imagined I would be that nervous. I wasn't nervous during my graduation from college, nor during my job interview where I had to translate a really complicated text. I was nervous the last time I had to face my ex, that man that tried to force me on my birthday. But it wasn't the same nervous feeling as the one I have right now.

Waking up on Christmas Day felt different. As a kid, the first thing you do is run out of bed and go to the living room to open all the gifts under the tree. 

But now,  waking up next to him, felt different. Today I was going to his parents house, with gifts for them in our hands.

“Morning” he whispered, burying his face in the space between my neck and shoulder, pressing a soft kiss in my skin. “Merry Christmas”

“Merry Christmas” I smiled, moving closer to him. “I have a present for you”

“I have one for you too” he whispered. “I left it under the tree”

I giggled softly and looked at him, cupping his cheek with my hand and kissing his lips softly. 

“You are the first guy that slept in this bed” I confessed. “I never imagined I would say something like that to you”

“Why?” he smiled weakly, brushing the hair out of my face.

“Well… As you may remember, I moved to this apartment a year ago, after the incident…” I sighed. “And since that I never felt comfortable around anyone except for Harry”

“Owen…” he sighed and somehow I flinched after hearing his name after a long time, making him wrap his arms around me tighter. “Look, I know sleeping in the same bed as someone else is already hard. But… I just don't want to force you, okay?”

“I mean… I already gave you head, silly” I whisper. “I feel really comfortable with you, I swear”

“I'm glad to hear that” he smiled, kissing my forehead. “Just know that I would never ever force myself into you. Never”

I looked up at him and smiled, pecking his lips softly. I just wanted to show him how much he means everything he's doing for me, how grateful I feel for the love he gives me, and how easy he makes me to love him.

“Let's go open the presents” I whisper, sitting on the bed and stretching my arms, feeling his hand running all over my back.

I smiled and looked at him, kissing him again and again before getting up. I put on my joggers and his hoodie and tied up my hair in a messy bun, waiting for him to get out of the bed. 

This felt good. Sleeping with him felt good, having breakfast together felt good. Somehow, being with him all the time felt good, and I don't want to complain about it.

We sat in front of the tree, looking at the bags. Max and Pietra left their gifts for us there, so there were three presents for each one.

“Open mine the last” he said, making me look at him and frown. “Come on! Trust me!”

I sigh and smile softly, leaving the bag with his name next to me and opening the other two with Max's and Pietra's names on it. Pietra gifted me a book nook to put on my shelves and a bag, Max gifted me a reading journal and a book I was looking after about legends and myths. 

“Am I that obvious?” I laughed looking at the presents.

“I think your collection of one specific book and your office are a clear example that you love books” he smiled.

“Harry hated that I spent money on buying books” I sighed. “He always said that I should buy something like a Kindle to carry it with me”

“You know the answer to what I think about him” he sighed. “He always said shit like that to everyone, saying that he doesn't spend much money, that he only buys what he thinks he needs. At this point I think he's a narcissist and an egoist, always talking about himself and how good he does things”

I smiled weakly and nodded. I didn't tell him that I saw him yesterday while doing groceries. And I think I won't tell him, yet 

“Open mine” he smiled excitedly, looking at me.

“What, you want me to say that it's the best gift?” I smirked looking at him, watching how he was looking at me with happiness in his eyes.

“Oh, I think I know it will be the best one” he joked. “And I have to admit that it's has its merit because I had the idea for it yesterday”

I look at him and shake my head, smiling while I open the bag. There was an envelope and something more wrapped with paper.

“Open the wrapped one” he said, resting his head on his hand. 

I frown and grab it, shaking it a little. It sounded exactly like the box of a videogame. I looked at him and rolled my eyes playfully when he wiggled his eyebrows, making me chuckle softly. I tears off the paper, laughing when I saw two blue boxes of a videogame for the PlayStation.

“What? What is this?” I frown looking at the two games. “Assassin's Creed Origins and Odyssey… Oh! Are those games about Greece and Egypt?”

“Correct” he nodded. “Open the Origins one”

I looked at him and smiled, watching that the box didn't have the security plastic. I bite my lip and open it, frowning when I didn't see the CD of the game itself but a few papers folded.

“What…?” I frown, unfolding the papers and gasping when I read what was on them. “No way. Lando! Are you crazy?!”

“Now open the Odyssey one” he chuckled, excited to see my reaction.

“You are insane” I mumbled, opening the other box and finding the same things I saw in the other one. “Lando…”

“I have a lot of free time” he said, grabbing the envelope and placing it in my hand. “And you will too, because I know you can work at distance, that you can translate things without going to the museum because that's what you did while we were on the snow trip”

“But Lando, this… God, this is too much” I said looking at the papers, smiling weakly when I read what was inside the envelope.

“I made you smile, that's the most important thing, Violet” he smiled holding my hand. 

“You are crazy” I smile softly, feeling tears in my eyes. “God, you are making me cry! This… this touched me a lot. No one did something like this for me”

“I hope you are crying of happiness” he said, pulling me to him, bringing me to his lap and wrapping his arms around me. “I will do anything to make you happy, Violet. I swear. The money is not important at all, I have enough of it, it's not a problem”

“But my gift is really insignificant compared to this” I sighed.

“I don't care” he whispered. “Besides, this is something I will enjoy too and you will help me enjoy it more”

I smile and kiss his cheek softly, peppering kisses over his jaw and cheek until I touch his lips. The last few days I discovered myself longing for his kisses, to have his lips pressed on my, to feel his lips peppering kisses over my cheek, forehead, shoulder or temple. Kissing him is like a new drug I never want to leave.

“You are amazing” I whisper against his lips.

“I'm just trying to be enough for you” he said. “To be what you deserve”

“You are enough” I whisper.

He smiled and broke the kiss, kissing the tip of my nose before grabbing the bag with the gift I made for him. He opened and smiled, looking at the two boxes inside of it.

“Oh! You noticed” he smiled when he saw the box with his favorite perfume. 

“You left the bottle in my room this morning” I said. “I saw that it barely had liquid so I just wanted to get you a new one. And I love the smell of this perfume. I love smelling my this scent in the pillow when you leave, or bury my nose in the neck of this hoodie and smell you”

“Thank you” he smiled, kissing my cheek softly. He opened the other box and smiled, looking at the necklace on it. “At this point I'll only have jewelry you gifted me”

“I would gladly do that” I chuckled. “Do you use rings?”

“I mean… Not all the time” he smiled. “I forget to put them back once I take them off”

“Mhm” I nodded, biting my lip. “Okay”

“Why?”

“Oh, just wondering” I smiled.

We stayed like this for a while, in each other's embrace sitting on the floor, surrounded by presents and broken papers. His hands placed on my back held me tight to him, his thumbs drawing abstract figures over my skin made me relax, his chin resting on the crook of my neck with his breathing in my skin, were the best thing I could feel. 

Until now, I never realized that with him I felt safe. Not only now that I'm giving up and letting my walls down for him and that I can finally see how things truly are since I knew how Harry was, but since the first time I saw him. He always looked at me with a soft gaze that now made me regret thinking all those things about him just because Harry said that he was bad news. He always took care of me from the distance, giving me reasons to smile only by sending me books or gifts. He always asked me how I was doing even if he knew that I didn't want to be around him. He was always there for me even if I never noticed.

“Let's make breakfast” I whisper, rubbing his back.

“Okay”

I got up, immediately missing his warmth, and walked to the kitchen to make us something for breakfast. He followed me like a lost puppy, helping me with everything and trying to steal moments to hug me while the pancakes were on the pan.

“You are so clingy” I whispered, placing my free hand on top of his.

“You never complained” he laughed, kissing my cheek.

“And I'll never do it”

Having him here felt good. Being this domestic with bim felt good. Being with him feels good.

We had breakfast in silence, reading things on our phones, showing memes to each other. And the moment I washed the dishes, my mind realized that the next place I will go is to his parents house. And somehow, I started to panic.

“Lando?” I called him. 

“Yeah?” he smiled walking towards me. “Hey, you okay?”

“I… I'm going to your parents house” I said looking at him. “Like… I mean, I know them. I met them during your races and that. But… this is a completely different situation! I'm going there for Christmas”

“Yeah, so what?” he frowned, confused. 

“You are bringing a girl!” I said. “A-and, well…”

“We're a soon to be couple, right?” he said, holding my hands. “It's completely fine, I promise. They knew about my feelings towards you, and somehow I told them that we have been working on it since the ski trip. It's okay, Violet. Really. Don't worry about it”

“But then I have to make a good impression, Lando” I said. “Like… What if they don't like me? What if they think I'm not enough?”

“Hey” he smiled, cupping my cheeks. “They love you, yeah? Everything will be okay. Take a deep breath”

I sigh and nod, looking at him. In my previous relationships, meeting the parents was hard. They all had something bad to say about me: I wasn't as skinny as they would have liked, his ex was better, I don't have enough status for him. I know Lando's parents, I met them a few times as well as his siblings, but somehow it didn't feel the same as now meeting them as someone that is more than a friend for Lando. What am I supposed to answer when they ask what we are? We're not a couple, I don't want to rush things. We are friends, yeah, but friends that sleep together in the same bed and act like a couple all the hours of the day. 

“It will be okay” he said, kissing my forehead. “And now, go get dressed”

I sighed and nodded, going to my bedroom followed by him and we got changed. I felt his eyes on my back while I took off my clothes, making me blush. He never saw me fully naked, only in a bikini, neither  that last day in the snow when we thought we were going to have sex. 

“I'll turn around if you feel uncomfortable” Lando said when he saw I stopped undressing myself. 

“Stop being perfect” I joked when his back was facing me, throwing him the shirt I was wearing, actually his shirt. “You can look”

“I don't want to make you uncomfortable, Violet” he said. 

I smiled and walked towards him, hugging him. I pressed my body into his back, my hands on his abdomen. I trust him, I really do. 

And I love him for that.

I felt him take a deep breath when he noticed that I wasn't wearing a bra and kissed his shoulder. He relaxed in my arms, letting out the breath he was holding. 

“I know I'm not perfect” I whispered. “That I don't go to the gym and have a healthy diet, that I'm not fit like a model. I know that I don't have a body worthy of a fashion show. But I am how I am”

“Don't change” he said. “Never change. I love you how you are. You are perfect, Violet. I don't care if you are not a model. In my eyes, you are a goddess, can't you see?”

I smile and unwrap my arms from his body, letting him turn around and not caring when his eyes look at my body, scanning every curve of my anatomy.

“You are perfect” he smiled, placing his hands on my waist and pulling me closer to him. 

I smile and wrap my arms around his neck, closing my eyes and letting him hold me. I know this is not the moment, this is not the time to have our first time, but the fact that I took a step forward to start this relationship, made me happy.

“You are my favorite person, Violet” he whispered.

“And you are mine” I whisper back. 

And somehow, that felt like saying that I love him.

Going to my parents house was a road trip of two hours and a half. Two hours of driving my car with Violet next to me, letting me hold her hand or place my hand on her thigh.

Taking her to my parents house was something I always wanted to do. They knew about my feelings for her since the moment I realized I had them, and now that she is finally with me, I just wanted to introduce her to them.

We are not a couple yet, and I don't know when I will ask her to be mine. But what we have right now is perfect, I don't need anything else.

The present I gave her was something I knew she would love. She only travels when she's invited to our trips, she always said that it's her first time in a place when we arrive there. And I wanted to change it. I want to show her the world, to make her see in real life all the art she studies, to let her see in real life that thing she only sees in museums or on the internet.

“What did you buy for your family?” she asked me.

“Correct, we bought” I smirked “For my parents and Savannah and Oliver, one of those SmartBox for a spa weekend. For my younger sister a set of jewelry and for my sister Flo a new helmet that will have the same design of the one I'll have next year”

“Oh! That's nice!” she smiled. “I bought Athena and Mila some things from the store of the museum like a book with drawings of the paintings and then some little toys for them”

“See? You do the job of auntie pretty well, hm?” I joked, making her doll her eyes and laugh softly. “I'm serious!”

“You are lucky I love Mila and Athena” she said, and somehow when she started talking I had a little heart attack.

I told her that I love her, I never stop telling her. And it's not that I want to hear it immediately, but the way she acts around me makes me think that she in fact has those type of feelings for me. 

But… is this fair? I planned everything, I wanted to confess my feelings during the trip, but I never expected it to turn out the way it did. I never expected it to work, to have her with me in my car or sleep with her in her bed, to kiss her whenever I wanted and hold her in my arms. Somehow, this felt like a dream. Too good to be true. But if this was a dream I don't want to wake up, never.

When I parked the car next to my brother's I looked at her, holding her hand.

“Are you okay?” I asked her.

“Yeah… I think so, yeah” she nodded. “Do they know that I'm going?”

“Oh yeah” I nodded. “My mom even made your favorite dish”

“Really? No way!” she gasped. 

I chuckled and nodded, opening the door and going to the back of her car to grab the bags of the presents. She helped me, holding the smaller bags with one hand.

“Let's go” I smiled, kissing her temple.

She was perfect. The moment we walked inside the house and she took a deep breath, I could feel how she immediately relaxed. My mother welcomed us, and the moment she saw Violet next to me, her smile grew wider.

“Oh, Violet! It's so nice to see you” she smiled, hugging her, winking at me.

“Merry Christmas” she smiled, hugging her back.

I walked towards them and smiled, watching how my mom unwrapped her arms from Violet and imme hugged me.

“You deserve this” she whispered. “My good boy”

I chuckled softly and kissed her cheek, hugging her tightly. My sisters and dad came towards us and we all went to the living room, where my brother was already with his wife and his kids.

“Oh, hey!” Oliver smiled, standing up with Athena in his arms.

“Baby Athena!” I heard Violet giggle, talking with the high pitched voice she always used when she was around my nieces. “Hello, baby girl!”

I smiled when Oliver looked at me surprised, letting Violet hold his younger daughter. I smile hugging him, patting his back and pulling away just to look at Violet holding Athena close to her.

God, is it too soon to talk about babies? It is, right?

My family welcomed her as she has been here since forever, and I was so grateful for that. My sisters included her in their conversations, even my mom let her help clean the dishes instead of making her stay sitting like she was a special guest. And watching her getting involved with them, filing and talking with them, made me fall even harder for her.

“I really think she's the one” I told Oliver, sitting on the couch, watching how Violet played with Mila and Athena. “Every fight and argument with Harry were worth it. I fought for her”

“And I'm so proud of you for never giving up on her” he smiled. “When are you going to ask her to be your girlfriend?”

“O-oh, well…” I smile, biting my lip, grabbing my phone and showing him my screen. “I kinda have it planned”

“Of course you do” he laughed softly, hitting my arm. 

I smiled looking again at Violet, getting up and walking towards her when she smiled at me, sitting on the floor next to her and playing with Mila.

She's the love of my life. I would do anything to make her happy.

We spent the rest of the day with his family, and it felt good, amazing. The way they welcomed me and never judged me was so heartwhelming.

Athena and Mila insisted on being around me. The older little girl held my hand all the time, leading me wherever she wanted to go with her, showing me all her toys and books her parents brought, making me sit on the floor with her between my legs.

I liked this. I liked being treated this way, like another one of the family.

Lando's sisters talked with me like we were friends. Savannah trusted me enough to hold her daughters and have her younger one sleeping in my arms. Lando's mom asked about my work and studies like a mother, getting interested in whatever I said. Even his dad and brother got in the conversation, asking about my job in the museum and when they can go to visit me.

Is this how it feels being in a healthy family? One that doesn’t judge you, that thinks they know what's better for you?

“Well, I think we should go back to London” Lando said, looking at his wrist watch, stretching his arms and wrapping his arm around my shoulders.

“Oh! Why don't you stay the night?” his mom said with a big smile, clapping her hands happily. “In that way you two can rest and go back there in the morning”

“Mom, she has to work tomorrow…” he smiled weakly looking at me.

“It's okay” I said smiling, placing my hand on Lando's knee. “We can stay”

“Are you sure?” he whispered looking at me.

“Mhm, yeah” I smiled, kissing the tip of his nose.

“Okay, then” his mom smiled. “Lando's room is clean and the bed is made too. You can sleep there”

I smile and nod, leaning on him and wrapping my arm around his torso. I relaxed in his arms, taking a deep breath and looking at the fire dancing in the fireplace. His fingers played with my hair softly, making me cuddle him and rest my head on his chest.

“Do you want to go to bed?” he whispered, kissing the top of my head and I nodded my head.

He got up and held my hand, pulling me to him. We hugged his parents and siblings good night and then walked towards his room.

“This is my childhood room” he laughed softly. “Obviously reformed”

I chuckled and looked around while he grabbed a shirt for me to sleep on it. He walked towards me, wrapping his arms around my abdomen, pulling me close to him.

“Today was perfect” I smiled, turning around to wrap my arms around his neck. “Thank you”

“I’m glad” he whispered, leaning closer to mez resting his forehead against mine. “Because this, Violet…This is what I want for you, for us. A healthy environment, a healthy family. People that support you and won't judge you”

I smiled and nodded, kissing him softly, holding him tightly against me. We got undressed slowly, taking off our clothes and leaving them on the floor, not wanting to pull away.

“I don't think it's a good idea doing this with my parents around” he whispered, taking a deep breath when we stood naked in the middle of his room, only wearing underwear.

“Then we won't do it” I whisper. “But we can just get in the bed, feel each other's body and kiss, right?”

“Oh yeah, please” he chuckled, jumping on the bed and opening his arms for me. “Come here”

“Silly” I chuckled, crawling towards him and kissing his lips, feeling his hands over my body and pulling me close to him.

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violetsinclair I think I like this little life🧡

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pietra.pilao that little life suits you very well

violetsinclair I think so, yeah🥰🧡

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landonorris This little life

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maxfewtrell I think Athena has a new favorite person

landonorris for once I don't mind

oscarpiastri when are you bringing her to the garage?👀

landonorris who? Athena? She's too young for that😌

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PART TWO: TELLING EVERYBODY

pairing: dad!nate x sls!reader

summary: in which nate and sls tell their families about the newest addition to their little family.

warnings: swearing,chris cries, fluff.

very short and sweet bc i ran out of motivation. there will be longer chapters i promise.

it has been a month since we found out we were pregnant. we decided to wait a while to tell our families because we wanted to make sure baby is okay first. we also decided we are hiding the whole pregnancy from the media. my decision and nate was okay with it. i just want to be able to enjoy this pregnancy and not worry about social media constantly asking me about it.

we just went to the doctor yesterday and finally got to see our little baby on the ultrasound screen and hear their heartbeat. they were growing like theyre supposed to and everything with them is healthy. we are now almost 12 weeks pregnant with baby and we get to find the gender out in two weeks.

right now we were currently at my mom and dads having a cookout and swimming. my bump was a bit noticeable but it looked more like a bloated belly then anything.

i didnt wanna swim just yet because my bump was noticeable when my stomach was on display. so after we finally told everyone i was probably gonna swim.

we all just had got done eating and i told everyone to gather around for us to take a group photo. chris had owen and matt had leo.i stood inbetween my mom dad and justin. nate was taking the picture.

“on the count of three everyone say y/n is pregnant!” nate said nobody catching on.

“3..2..1..”nate said.

“y/n is pregnant!” everyone said in unison as everyone started to catch on. nate snapping the picture catching everyone’s reaction.

my mom started to cry.matt was confused at first. nick let out a scream. chris was crying. my dad and justin both were smiling and i was looking at everyone.

“you’re pregnant!?” nick squealed.

“yes nick you’re gonna have another nephew or maybe a niece.” i said.

my mom pulled me into a hug as she cried. “im gonna have another grandbaby!!”she said.

i smiled as i hugged her. “yup you have three grand babies now!” i said.

chris came over to me crying as he hugged me with owen in his arms. “my baby is having another baby!” he said crying.

i got teary eyed. “youre gonna be a uncle again chris.” i said with a soft smile.

he just cried into my shoulder as justin went over to nate congratulating him and talking to him.

after chris got done hugging me matt came over to me congratulating and hugging me. “congratulations sis, i hope you get your girl” he said hugging me.

“i hope so. ill be happy whatever gender they may be though.” i said to matt.

the rest of the evening we all spent it together swimming and ending the night with roasting marshmallows and having smores by the fire.

i couldnt wait to find the gender of this baby out in two weeks.

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[dozing-marshmallow]

Pls i NEED more Chris McLean x reader. I NEED😭🙏 ive read everything of him on here😓

So pretty please something like chris mclean x wife reader and like, the whole tdi cast gets to meet her bc they didnt believe that Chris had a wife at first?😇

TRUST ME WHEN I SAY I feel the exact same way😫 I love Chris so much and it’s such a huge pleasure that I can write for him while having other people who love him enjoy it as welllll. I will be writing him for a very long time so you can always expect something new evolved around him to come up ;)<3

CHRIS MCLEAN X WIFE! READER HEADCANONS

Having your daily hug with Chris, the tender moment reminds you of what he told you earlier.

“Were you being serious when you told me the kids laughed at you when you told them you were married?"

“Mhmm.” he responds from underneath you,“They called it a sick joke and told me that stand up comedy was way out my league.”

“Aw darling.” you kiss his forehead,“I’m guessing you’re gonna ask a favour for me to stop by to prove them wrong?”

He raises an eyebrow,“What do you mean? Stand up comedy is in my pursuit. I just don’t prefer it, doesn’t mean I’m not good at it.”

He can be so silly sometimes,“I meant your marital status, baby.”

“Oh, yeah...” he holds onto your wrists,“Please?”

You let your body relax completely on top of his, still smiling,“Your wish is my command.”

“Aw what’s the matter, McLean? Couldn’t your wife make it?” Duncan was the first to pick up on ridiculing Chris, eyes still puffy from his chronic cries of laughter from last night. On another circumstance, Chris would’ve been fuming, had he not have reason to smirk.

“How sweet of you to worry, Duncan!” the host begins off, clasping his hands,“But she’s made it in one piece!”

On cue, you walk into the mess hall, linking your arm with Chris’,“Hii everyone! So happy to finally see you all in person!”

All conversation died.

Everyone turns to you.

This woman they’ve never seen before... 

His... His wife?

Were they hearing that right?

No way... He was being serious?

Chris was rolling on the inside at the shared alike look of being slapped spread across the contestants, especially of the mocking kind.

“I...didn’t know you had enough space in your heart to love someone else!” Beth’s the first to break out of her ice of shock to chirp.

“Surprised?” Chris chuckled, allowing you to introduce yourself, which was not what you guys decided.

“Yeah, I’m (Y/N)! This hot mess’ wife...” turns out improvising in front of teenagers wasn’t as fun as it sounded,“Sorry, I’m...not too good with words, so...help yourself to these cupcakes I made for you guys. I made them as a way to say how huge of a pleasure it is to meet you all!”

As you turn around to unwrap the trays, Leshawna clears her throat to privately address the cohort,"One of two things are gonna happen. One, those cupcakes are filled with maggots and hair. Or two, it's the first actual food we're gettin’ on this set."

Everybody nods in agreement.

They were right to inspect the wrapping and texture with their noses and eyes.

Yet didn’t expect to have the flavour of delicate buttermilk crumble on their tongues.

Oh my God...

Maybe they were deprived from having treats so long on the show, but it was unanimously categorised as a whole new delicious nonetheless.

The punk delinquent scoffs over,“Yeah... I’m not buying that’s his wife.”

“That evil maniac with a permanent smile is probably holding her hostage!” The ginger geek dramatically pinpoints.

“I can see why, these are too die for!” Owen squeaks, scoffing down an entire cupcake, wrapping included, not comprehending what situation it would mean for you if you really were abducted.

“Hm... Maybe he’s paying her.” Gwen suggests alternatively after taking another glance at you: it was your arm around him. Too touchy to be forced...

“I’d understand if he was hot like me, but he’s not even halfway there! Where would he find someone willing to do all that for him? No amount of money should convince anyone to ever lose their dignity for the likes of him." Justin criticises out of his internal debate of skipping the cupcakes or not.

“You’d be shocked if you’ve seen the fansite.” Noah opposes like it was the most known thing.

Speaking of which,"Sierra.” Heather directs, taking sudden control of the situation and everyone’s eyes to peel towards the superfan whose mouth was staining in the same dye as her magenta hair, perking up from her snacking at the mention of her name,“You know everything about everybody. Say, is Chris paying that woman to pretend to be married to him for laughs?"

The girl whose lifeline was Total Drama quickly swallows the last portion of her cupcake to appease her idols with a packed answer,“Oh, no! It’s all true! Unfortunately. Those two got married way before Total Drama was aired. A lot's happened... My mom waited years for Chris to propose to her and there he goes, chasing after that nobody! Do you have any idea how painful it is to see my mom’s husband having an affair? (Y/N) is nothing but a block of concrete, blinding Chris from seeing his true soulmate! A.k.a my mom!” The last few sentences gradually grazed with personal prejudice, but not enough to throw the next cupcake away.

“Wait, but if Chris did get married to your mother... Wouldn’t that make you his stepdaughter-?“ Alejandro posited, already having a hard time imagining Chris take that role biologically.

"So Chris,” Cody interrupts the impending awkward ambient Alejandro’s phrasing would bring, steering the conversation back, still bewildered,“...really does have a wife."

Bridgette takes her slo mo time in grabbing another frosted vanilla good, rethinking, the same man that laughed at their pain,"I...honestly don't know how to feel about that."

"Huuu... I feel like I went overboard with cupcakes, Chris!” you freak out to your husband, fidgeting with the sleeves of your turtleneck,“Why did I pick to make something so childish? I should've picked something more formal... Like a dish from my home country..."

"Relaaaaax, no one else is thinking about that." Chris assured, biting into one of your delicacies.

You continued to murmur on,“I wanted to make something universal, a collection of sweets so in case one likes a certain flavour more than others... I thought teenagers around here liked cupcakes... I feel like such a fool... I hope they don’t think I see them as childish...”

He grabs one and holds it horizontally to your lips, painting them yellow,“It’s not just teenagers that like them, (Y/N). Besides, they are children. Children like things that are childish.”

That’s true... Your paranoia’s sunk,“Well... They seem to be enjoying themselves. I’ve been worrying for nothing.” you smile, drawing your finger on his stubble to take for licking,“You had some icing there.”

Turns out, you were really nice.

The angel to Chris’ devil.

The sun to Chris' moon.

The calm to Chris’ energetic.

“So (Y/N)... I just...have a quick question on behalf of everyone else.” The CIT girl shields her mouth with her hand, like she didn’t want anyone else to hear.

“Of course, Courtney. Whatever would you like to know?” you welcome her, all kinds of possible questions cloud your mind.

She tightens your shoulders in her palms,“What the hell do you see in Chris?”

...You expected that one,“Why, I see a strong, handsome, hilarious man. A goal-driven, deep down caring, loving, in need of love man.”

Now the only true thing she heard was “goal-driven”- to kill them as spiritually as possible. Maybe even physically.

"You're not brainwashed, are you?" Her eyes widened like your answer had tossed her deeper in her horror.

"Get her to blink two times in a row if she needs help!" Tyler shouts, unintentionally defeating the purpose of being discreet from his clean intention.

"Hm?” Teenagers are so funny!,“It's not brainwash when it's love! After all, wouldn't you say you've found yourself in love with someone you never thought you'd be with?" You smile warmly at the type A when the butterflies fluttered an external reaction across her freckled face.

"Th-That's different!” she impulsively shrieked before closing her mouth in embarrassment. She looks around, and after making sure no one was judging her, she continues speaking, back to her whispering voice,“That’s Duncan. This is Chris.”

“Well, we both seem to have a type for the ones that went to jail, don’t we?” you wittily mention, giving her a wink to the similar parallel.

Leaving Courtney to her common dynamics contemplation, there was no better timing for Owen to ask if you had any more cupcakes to give.

“I’m so happy you liked them! I’ll tell you what, I can make more and send them to you."

“Don’t get too flattered. Bed crusher there would eat anything, even things you can’t call food.” The overruling antagonist scornfully gestures, her hair as black as her heart.

“...Ah, right.” you shouldn't have thought so highly of yourself over baking. To Owen, they probably weren’t good, just something to give his appetite.

“Well... That's not entirely true...” The foodie looks to the side uncomfortably for a moment from Heather’s harsh perspective,“Having eaten a lot of things gives me a solid judgement on a variety of tastes. With that said, I’d specifically be really happy to eat (Y/N)’s baked cupcakes again. You can't buy that kind of quality!"

Aw! “Thanks, Owen!” it’s no mystery why everyone was in his support back first season!

“You didn’t use any store bought cake mix, did you?” DJ asks, his naturally kind pitch of voice crunching up an otherwise accusing delivery his words may have played.

“Nope! If I was gonna have half of the ingredients already done for me, I may as well have just ordered the finish product.” the truth radiates through your magnetism, not as magnetizing as your husband, smothering you away in his arms.

For some reason, no one said anything right away. Like taking an exam, silence had scattered among these group of teenagers.

"I'm convinced she has Stockholm syndrome."

Up till Harold breaks it.

"Stockholm syndrome?! Come onn, you know that’s not a real thing!” Lindsay asserted, turning to Beth,“Is it a real thing?"

The nice-hearted nerd smacks a hand to her forehead. Rather than finding humor in uninformed Lindsay, Trent finds his eyes trapped on the sight of Chris’ hand holding onto yours, fingers locked, palms resting. Above all his faults, Chris...still had you.

That kind of love...hard to find, lucky to have.

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[carters-things]

Drive

Stiles Stilinski x GN!Reader

Summary: You and Stiles go wherever the Jeep will lead you.

Tags: Just a short fluffy blurb about the love of my life.

Masterlist

"I'm going to fall!" 

"You're fine! I've got you!" Stiles giggled as he helped shuffle you out the door. His hands covering your eyes but managing to almost knock you backwards with each step. 

"You never were graceful" you poked. As he jostled you down the last step, he positioned you in the driveway before running away. You can hear him trip over himself but stifle your laughter to not take away from his excitement. 

"Ok, now look!" His arms are wide open, presenting you with sight of the old, beat up, baby blue jeep he drove in high-school sitting in your yard, still wearing every dent and scratch from all of its adventures. 

"You're kidding! How did you get it back?!" 

"Pays to know the Sheriff." He smirked. The jeep was just as old and rickety as you remember. Broken seats, the door latch that used to stick still won't open, and the front headlight still has the crack from when Stiles bumped that pole at the gas station. He makes his way over to your side of the car and begins tugging on the door to pop it open for you, nearly knocking himself over when it finally lets go. 

"My hero." You kiss his cheek with a small giggle. You can feel the heat from embarrassment in Stiles’ face on your lips. You climb your way up into the jeep and settle down into the rundown interior. The rough fabric scratches the bottom of your thighs, as the sun from the open topped jeep warms the top of them. Stiles cranks the engine to start it, gears grinding and failing to start. After about the third or fourth try, and a few whispered frustrations, the car finally comes to a start. 

"Smooth as butter!" he exclaims as he pats the wheel. 

You spend the next hour or so driving around town, back country roads, highways, and everywhere the jeep could take you. Your hand intertwines with Stiles’, resting on his lap; every so often a small kiss pressed sweetly to the back. Through the day both of you relive your high-school days and stories. Time is lost to you and before long you realize you don't know where you have even brought yourselves. The sun has almost set fully and the air is starting to get a bit cooler; the slight sunburn on your skin keeps you warm. As you turn down a road that Stiles swears will bring you right home you see a sign for a drive-in movie up ahead. 

Before you could even say anything Stiles was turning into the parking lot. The jeep bouncing you both almost out of the roof with each stone on the gravel driveway. You didn't even know what movie was playing but that didn't stop you both from getting tickets and parking in the most prime location. The field was only occupied by five or six other cars, the rest of the space flooding with fireflies. Stiles jumped out of the jeep, forgetting he was still holding your hand and almost pulling you out with him. He opened the back hatch and pulled out two blankets he must have stashed in there earlier today; or at least you sure hope he did and they weren’t the ones from school. You climbed your way through the seats into the bench in the back, Stiles scaling up the wheel and over the roll cage, settling himself right beside you. He draped one blanket around your shoulders and the other over both of your laps before he wiggled hand back into yours.

"Remember when we all came to the drive in after prom?" You rested your chin on his shoulder, looking up at his freckled face. The butterflies swarming your stomach when his gentle brown eyes locked into yours.

"Yeah, and Scott spent the whole movie trying to impress Allison with his Owen Wilson impression." The both of you laughed at the memories of you as young, dumb, lovestruck kids and the nostalgia of being back at the drive in. Being in the back seat of the jeep topping everything off. 

The movie started to play but between the comfort of Stiles' arms wrapped around you mixed with the steadiness of his breathing you didn't make it further than the opening credits. Your soft snores made Stiles chuckle gently, not enough to wake you. He kissed the top of your head and adjusted the blanket to keep you warm; resting his head on the back of the seat he just smiled. Smiled just as big tonight as he did when he held you in that seat back in high-school, and will only smile larger every day he holds you in the future.  

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[berenwrites]

Arms of Love - Stranger Things - Steddie - G

Rating: G| cw: none | tags: eddie lives, little bit of angst – lot of fluff, post season 4, pre-Vecna being finished off

Prompt: Love is the heartbeat I can feel when I hug him.

A/N: Written for @steddielovemonth day 8. It’s my wedding anniversary today, and my husband bought me two plushy otters cuddling, so of course I had to pick this prompt. Sorry, no beta today - no time, going out to dinner in an hour.

Also on AO3 | All My Other Stranger Things Fic

Arms of Love: Whatever You Need

Steve woke up with a start, breathing hard as the tendrils of the nightmare curled around his brain. The golden sunlight coming through the window helped him push it away as he lay there just breathing for a little while.

It was nearly July and apparently his unconscious mind was determined to celebrate the anniversary of Starcourt, even though he was studiously ignoring it when awake. He hadn’t been sleeping well, so he’d come up to his room to take a nap in the middle of the afternoon. He’d hope the timing would help. It seemed it hadn’t.

The dream hadn’t been Starcourt exactly, but a mishmash of that and their latest encounter with the Upside Down. His mind’s eye was full of Robin and Eddie, both bloody and dead, with the background of the mindflayer and the Russian bunker. It chilled him to the bone.

Robin was at Vicky’s on their third official date, so he could not go and find her to banish the horrors in his brain, but Eddie, lately exonerated, graduated (Steve was not asking how Owens had managed that), but still staying with Steve until Hawkins caught up, was downstairs. The town had decided to hunt him in no time, but it was taking longer for some of the worst culprits to admit their mistakes.

Eddie had been staying with Steve since they’d found him half-dead, spat out by one of the fissures. No one could explain how he was alive, but the latest theory was bat venom and luck. Given how fast Steve’s own injuries had healed and hadn’t gone septic either, Owens had a whole new line of research involving what Dustin and the other kids had christened demobats. Steve didn’t want to know about that either unless he really had to.

All he knew was that something had given them back Eddie, and while getting to know the outspoken metalhead properly as Eddie recovered, Steve had fallen hard. Luckily for him, Eddie had smiled at him, dimples and all, when he had finally confessed, and kissed him until he couldn’t breathe.

Climbing off the bed, Steve headed downstairs.

Eddie was facing away from him, standing, and leaning over the grand dining room table at the end of the living room. There were D&D manuals and bits of paper everywhere as Eddie prepared a celebratory campaign as his farewell to Hellfire.

Without pausing, Steve walked up behind his boyfriend, wrapped his arms around Eddie’s waist, and plastered himself over Eddie’s back, the side of his head pressing against the soft material of Eddie’s Metallica t-shirt.

“Hey, Sweetheart,” Eddie said, straightening up a little, but not trying to escape his hold, “everything okay?”

“Need to hear your heart,” Steve admitted, listening to the regular thump below his ear.

“Nightmare?” Eddie asked quietly.

“Uh-huh,” he replied, letting the rhythm settle into him and calm his own heartbeat.

They both had more than their fair share of trauma to deal with and Eddie didn’t question him, just standing there and letting him do what he needed to do.

“I love you,” he said eventually.

“Love you too, Sweetheart,” Eddie told him, rubbing one of his arms.

“Sorry for…” he started to say.

“Na-ah,” Eddie interrupted before he could get anymore words out, turning in his embrace. “No apologies necessary. Feeling better.”

Steve closed his mouth and just nodded. When Robin came over to tell them all about her date, she was going to get hugged within an inch of her life too, but for now he was okay.

“Good,” Eddie said, smiling at him with those killer dimples he was helpless against, “then I want to know what you think of this hideous trap I just thought up. I need your paladin brain.”

“I still don’t get why you call me that,” he complained with absolutely zero heat.

“That’s just what a paladin would say, Sweetheart,” Eddie told him, kissing him on the nose. “Now, come look.”

Steve’s chest swelled with love. He had no idea what he had done to get so lucky.

All My Other Stranger Things Fic

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[tdinyomomma]

TDI X Reader- The Sucky Outdoors (Chapter Six)

If you haven’t read: Five

“Campers, today's challenge will test your outdoor-survival-skills, I’m not gonna lie to you, some of you may not come back alive.” Chris announces, trying to scare everyone. Most of them gasps and he begins to laugh. 

“Just joking. All you have to do is spend one night in the woods. Everything you need is at your team's campsite in the forest. You just have to find it.” He throws one map to Heather then the other at Duncan, along with compasses.

 “Oh, and watch out for bears, lost a couple interns in preproductions.” He turns to the camera. “First team back for breakfast wins invincibility.” He blows an air horn. Gwen already getting up and walking away, Heather follows suit, “Well, off you go.” Chris shrugs.

“Gwen still hasn’t talked to me, she does everything in her power to avoid me! She was about to use the bathroom but when I went to join she said nevermind. This is getting annoying.” [Name] sighs, holding herself. 

“Did he say there are bears up in here?’ Leshawna shakily asks, I place a hand on her forearm. “We’ll be fine.” I assure her. 

“I had a little encounter with a bear once. Let’s just say his head looks neat up on my mantle.” Owen proudly states and Izzy talks to Lindsay about something which is where I get up and get away from my team. 

Now we’re making our way through the forest starting off on a trail. Gwen speeds in front of us, I bite my bottom lip then jog up to her. “Hey,” I begin and she just makes a small noise in response. “Can we talk now?” I question in a lower tone so nobody else hears us. 

“[Name], please.”

“You said later, it’s been later. How long are you going to avoid me, Gwen?” I moue, she looks like she’s about to say something but instead shakes her head, walking faster away from me and the team. I stop in my tracks, watching her walk. 

“Ugh! She is so the next one to leave!” Heather groans, itching her arm. “Who?” Trent asks. “Who do you think? She dumped Harold’s red ant farm into my bed.” She exclaims. “Yeah, but you did read her diary out loud to the entire world.” Trent reminds her and I try my best to stay quiet…that was until she stops in front of all of them.

“So?” 

“So, that was pretty harsh.” He rubs his head after they had all bumped into one another like dominoes. “She is going down!” Heather stomps her foot and when she begins to walk I trip her. She didn’t fall but it was enough to get her to get mad. Before she speaks I put a hand up. “Try it and we’ll see who goes home first.” I snap, snatching the map and compass, picking up the pace. 

I get us to our team’s site, ignoring everyone. All I heard was bits and pieces of them talking after I put one earbud in my ear. Mainly Izzy and Owen talking about bears.

I set up a spot on a tree stump and sit down, pulling out my book to read. Nobody chooses to bother me either, I think after seeing me snap they figured that’s what was best for me at the moment.

I stay off to the side. The team started a fire and Owen left to get food for all of us.

“Ugh, I’m so hungry.” Heather complains. “Maybe read another one of our diaries to the world since you seem to feed off of attention.” I say out loud, not looking up from my book. My teammates snicker and I even heard Gwen laugh over Heather’s obnoxious scoffing.

“Yo, who ordered the pepperoni… extra cheese?” A delivery guy shouts, reading off the receipt. “It’s for the camera crew, over here.” The cameraman waves him over. The mean girl gasps, “no way.’ She was cut off by the sound of the bushes rustling. It was Owen carrying a thing of fish. “I am man! I bring fish!” He shouts, “Are you kidding me!?” Heather ungratefully speaks, so when I walk past I “accidentally” smack her upside her head. “Ow!”

“Oops.” I shrug.

“Aw, man, you’re awesome.” Trent thanks the big guy. “Oh I love fish! I love fish!” Izzy bites into a raw fish. “I guess we should cook it first, huh?” Izzy laughs. “How do you know how to fish?” Heather questions. “My grandpa taught me.” He says, hands on his hips. “I caught a shark once. It bit me on the butt. Check it out.” He bends over to show us,we all shield our eyes. 

“Oh my eyes!” “My eyes!” “That is so awesome!” Izzy exclaims. 

Before we eat I go back to the tree stump, laying down instead of reading this time. Staring up at the sky. Thinking about Gwen. About everything going on. Do I like her? I mean, we connect so well but should I even pursue that? We have 6-7 weeks until this is over. Would we even talk afterwards? 

“Hey, why are you over here alone?” I mentally groan realizing it’s Cody’s voice speaking to me. “Cody, I don’t want to be flirted with right now.” I tell him, he stays quiet and at first I actually thought he walked away. But instead he sits down on the stump next to me. 

“Yeah, I’m sorry about that.” He chuckles nervously, my face scrunches and I look up at him. “Hey, I know I was a bit much.” He puts his hands up, defensively. “A bit? Cody, you sniffed me every time you were near me.” His face turns a bright red, even the darkness couldn’t protect it. We look at each other then laugh. “I’m sorry about it all, and what Heather did.” He puts his head down.

“Me too, Gwen won’t even talk to me anymore.” I frown, playing with the ends of my shirt. He takes a breath. “It might be a lot right now. She’ll come around.” He smiles, I nod, placing a hand on his. “Thank you.” I whisper, his head turns away from me, turning flustered once again. 

“Hey, we’re best friends now. You can’t be doing that.” I tease him, only making it worse, he shoves my hand away, but joins me back in laughing. 

Once we calm down he turns to me with a serious expression. “Do you like Gwen?” He suddenly asks, and I think to myself before answering. 

“I don’t know…” I pause then groan out loud. “I know I like her friendship but relationships are difficult especially in this setting.” I line my lips tightly, he doesn’t respond. Only listen. “I can see that being a problem.” 

“Okay! Fires hot, fish are grilling, tent is tenting.” Owen stands proudly. “Nice going, man. Fish looks awesome.” Trent says. “Thanks man, I owe it to Grandpa.” He reminisces. “So, you and your grandpa really fought a bear once?” Trent quizzes, bringing up what Owen was talking about earlier. 

“Heck yes. It was the scariest day of my entire life.”

Lindsay gasps.

“We were out in the woods when we came across the great beast. I tell you he was 10 feet high if he was a foot. And then he roared his terrible roar! We grabbed our shotgun. We knew it was either him or us. It was nothing personal, just the law of the wild. And then, BAme! One shot was all it took to fell the great beast. We took his blood and marked ourselves to honor him. It was a good death.” Owen nods, telling us the story. 

“Yeah, right. There’s no way you took down a 10-foot bear. Hey, has anyone seen crazy girl?” Heather asks all of us. “I think she had to pee.” Lindsay thinks. “That was over an hour ago!” Trent jumps to his feet, worried. “Izzy! Izzy!” He calls out into the woods. “Izzy the Gopher! Where are you!?” Owen shouts then bushes rustle. Owen laughs. “Oh, good. I thought we lost you there for a minute man.” But a bear pops up instead of a crazy redhead. He screams. “Great Pyramid of Giza!” We all get up to our feet.

“We’re all going to die!” He starts to run around, the once bragging boy about killing a bear is now acting the very opposite of his story. 

I feel a hand grip my arm and I glance behind to see Gwen with a scared expression. If there wasn't a bear in front of us I totally would’ve teased her.”We;re gonna get eaten alive by a bear! Oh the horror! Somebody help us! I want my mommy!” Owen cries, still running in circles around us, that was until Heather trips him. The bear growls. “The trees! Climb into the trees!” Heather shouts and we all race to the trees, I help the girls get up then climb over myself, sitting between Heather and Gwen on a branch. 

“What do we do now?” Trent asks us, sitting on the top branch with Cody. 

“Don’t look at me.” Heather says. “It was your idea to climb the trees.” Gwen reminds her. I’m just upset because I left my book in the tent and now I’m stuck up here for who knows how long. “Well, why don’t you ask the bear-hunting expert? Hey, Owen, what now?” Heather yells up to him. “How should I know?” 

“Dude, you said you killed a bear.” Leshawna points out. 

“I was being theatrical.” Owen says. “This is all your fault. If you hadn’t been growling like that, we never would’ve attracted him to our site.” Heather spits.

“Excuse me for living!” He then bursts into a wail. Hitting his head on the tree. “Heather calm down, there’s literally nothing we can do now so shut it. Plus he’s the only one who got the fish.” I remark distastefully but just as I speak the bear sniffs our food over the fire. “Hey! Lay off our fish!” Heather shouts at the animal. “It’s probably already eaten Izzy!” Lindsay cries. “Then it shouldn’t be hungry anymore.” Heather points out, which is true but we all give her a look. “What? This is survival of the fittest. She should’ve just peed her pants like Cody.” I glance up at the boy who frowns, putting his head down in shame. Trent comforts him. 

Wood then creaks and Leshawna falls from the branch she sat on with Beth and Lindsay. Both Heather and Gwen grab onto each side of me, gasping. 

“Dear Abby, She’s going to die!”

The bear backs her up into the tree, growling lowly. “Uh, nice bear. AHH!! Somebody help me!” She screams and we all tell her to run but then it giggles. “Hey, are you okay?” It asks her. “Uh, did that bear just ask me a question?” Leshawna looked up at us. It then pops it’s head off, revealing it to be Izzy. Owen slides down the tree. “Oh my goodness, I did not see that coming!” He laughs.

“Okay, I’m so confused right now.” Lindsay says and for once I agree. “What are you? Some kind of weirdo?” Gwen irritatedly speaks up. “I thought it would be funny!” The redhead tells.

“Okay, okay, that was so funny. Like “Oh, it’s a bear! Oh no and like, we’re all gonna die now! Help! Help!” And I’m like, “Rrrr I’m gonna eat you!” Like I could actually do that. There’s no way, okay?” Izzy laughs continuously.

We get the fish and Heather hands Izzy one. “Rockin’ the fish sticks! Nice!” She compliments, then we hear rustling in the bushes again. “Wow.” Izzy giggles. “That costume is really good. I mean I thought mine was good but this is like really good.” She rambles. “It’s probably Chris trying to mess with us. Yeah nice try man.” 

I don’t wait, I stand up and pull Gwen with me. “Hey,” She goes to push back but my eyes widen to silently speak with her. “That’s not a fake, Gwen.” I whisper. 

“We know you’re not a bear, dude.” Owen boops its nose. 

“Uh, I don’t know, Owen. This looks kind of real.” Gwen says, I gently push her in the direction of the tree we were just on. “Chris did say there were bears.” Heather remembers now everyone is backing away.

“Oh, come on guys! They’re just trying to see if they can prank us twice.” Owen pets it. “This is not a real bear. And I’m going to prove it to you.” He goes for the top of his head. “Owen, don’t!” I try to stop him but he yanks the fur anyways.

“Wow. That does look kind of real.” he stares at the fur in his hand and the bear stands up on its hind legs, roaring in the blond’s face. 

I help Gwen up on the tree and climb up myself, “Yeah that’s a real bear!” Owen runs.

Now we’re back on the tree and it starts raining. Throughout the night was a little awkward, Heather used my lap as a pillow and as much as I wanted to shove her to the ground I decided against it so I won’t be involved with a technical murder. And I guess we need her to win. 

I looked over at Gwen who was staring down at her feet. “Hey, can we talk now?” I whisper, smiling weakly. She shrugs. “I guess.” 

I sigh,  “I’m not going to push you. Just know I want to still be cool. I don’t judge you at all. I would never put what happened against you or bring that up to you. I just miss talking to you.” I tell her, then stare off into the woods. She didn’t respond but in the corner of my eye I saw her smile and that’s good enough for me. 

The next day when we get down there’s finally no bear in sight. “Well, I think it’s safe guys. The bear’s gone.” Trent yells, stretching out his back. “And… the map.” Gwen picks up a soggy piece of paper. “Hey, I don’t know how raccoons sleep in trees, because I’m so stiff.” Izzy says as Owen stretches in front of her. “They must be really limber.”

“You know what Crazy girl? I don’t want to hear another word from you or the bear hunter here. If you two hadn’t been acting like bear bait last night, we could’ve actually slept in our tent!” She rants, throwing her hands in the air. 

A bird chirps behind them. “Shut up!” The three scream.

We all begin our way back to the camp ground, running there but getting second place behind the Killer Bass. 

“Oh no, they won! This is all your fault!” Heather shoves Owen to the ground, Izzy giggles quietly behind her hand. “Ah-ah-ah, not so fast, gopherinos. It seems the Killer Bass are missing a few fish.” Chris stops Heather. 

“Oh, you mean Katie and Sadie? I’m pretty sure they got eaten by wolves last night.” Courtney boredly says. “Darn shame.” Duncan nods but the two they were just talking about come running to their team. “We made it!” Katie grins. “We’re safe! Oh my gosh guys, we got totally lost and then got into this massive fight!” Sadie explains, “And there was this huge bear and he was all, “Rawr! You’re in my crib! So get out!” Katie does a reenactment for us. “And we had to run and it was like, so scary.” Sadie tells. “Oh, Sadie I’m so sorry I said I was prettier than you.” The two turn to each other. “And I’m sorry I brought up the snack shack.” Sadie apologizes. “And I’m sorry I said your butt was too big to fit in the bus seats.” “You did?” Sadie asked? “Uh, well, not to your face.” Katie clasps her hands together in front of her. 

“Oh, who cares, we’re safe! And you’re my best friend and I love you!” The bigger girl hugs the other one. “Oh, I love you too!” 

Courtney steps up, clearing her throat. “Are you two finished with your little love fest?” They nod, still hugging one another. “Good, because thanks to you we just lost the challenge!” Courtney stomps her foot, angrily. 

“All right, Killer Bass, one of your fishy butts is going home. Gophers you’re going on an all-expense-paid trip to the tuck shop!” Chris announces and we all gasp, running to the dock.

After getting the snacks and getting back to our cabins we all chill by or in the hot-tub. Owen goes on about how good his chips are then turns out of the tub to throw up. Then not even seconds later asking for a different snack. 

I look over at Gwen who does not look too happy. I sigh, shaking my head. Heading inside of the cabin to be alone.

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Thank you everyone for reading! Just letting you know I won't post everyday so please don't say "update please" or stuff like that because I do feel rushed, I'm not trying to be rude I really appreciate everyone reading my stuff but I do have a life and I can't make it happen everyday and I apologize for that.

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[frogskelton]

So quick version of a poster for ep 1 of all stars rewrite and because I think the theme of all stars with rehashed challenges was boring, I’ve changed it. ( Just wanted a little drawing while I talk about the episode) READ FOR REWRITE STUFF HERE:

Teams:

Ghoulish Guinea pigs

Heather

Zoey

Noah

Brick

Joe

Lindsay

(Soon) Alejandro

Clownish caterpillars:

Scott,

Gwen

Courtney

Duncan

Mike

Cam

Lightning

The episode: (barebones version)

The camper enter the new sight and settle down and take notice the cabins r actually livable and and even have a tv with a bunch of movies on vhs (grated, not very good ones, but a million times better than the last cabins). They have a few hours to get ready and so on one team Zoe puts on a film called “Pony house,” curious if it actually works, while Noah stand over her shoulder grizzling (he was meant to come here with Owen but he got a broken leg and had to cancel, and Noah was contractually obligated to still go). During this the tv screen continuous flickers and a strange face appears sometimes and the characters will say strange but of dialogue that seem like they don’t belong. Noah and Zoe r thinking it’s pretty expected Chris is give them busted up stuff.

Lindsay is frustrated that she is on the same team as Heather saying to her about how she might of won last season and good for her, but she has still hurt lots of people and Lindsay doesn’t like that she’ll be sharing a room w someone who treated her very poorly and hopes the other girl (zoey) has watch season one plenty of times to see what Heather is rlly like. Heather is taken aback for a sec and attempts to brush it off.

While this happens Brick goes out after hearing a noise, similar thing with Scott on the other team. Though, the focus is on Duncan and Gwen’s relationship falling apart as Gwen questions if she is rlly willing to continue hurting Courtney like that this.

Soon Chris calls them over and tells them to come back with their missing teammates. So, cue montage of them looking for them as strange occurrences happen, primarily around technology.

Eventually Brick and Scott r found trapped in a weird shed where a bunch of old tech from the show got dumped (e.g, Chris bots, screen, old cameras, THE DRAMA MACHINE, and so on)

Scott’s team gets out w him just before Zoe is trapped in the room (alone) as all the appliances corn alive. initially she tries to fight them as Mike is all sad at the door, unable to get in as he is dragged away from the door as they Damn this season and whatever is going on. Zoe us out numbered by the amount off Chris bots n stuff. Though she hears the drama machine saying something weird, the same thing the ponies from her film were saying and decides to attempt to interact with it, distracting whatever is controlling the Chris bots and giving her a chance to break the robot, stopping the haunting and finding Alejandro stuck in there.

She, carrying Alejandro returns to where and Chris and the Campers r excited she is alright and surprised about Alejandro.

Chris does his thing of u won the challenge (this was not the intended challenge, but it’s a bit late for that.)

At the camp fire Duncan is booted, he goes in to kiss Gwen, but she regrets saying that she does want keep hurting people and while she doesn’t love Duncan, not enough to keep hurting all the people she loves.

Furthermore, Alejandro is left resting, heather sees him and feels sad that this is how everything went down and this is how he is doing, while she has been living the highlife.

So each ep/challenge is based on supernatural/horror tropes n stuff. I’ve got all the new challenges written down in chronological order and both teams set out. Let’s just say this new finale challenge is a big improvement to all stars.

EVEN BETTER, the “doomed soulmates” plot for Aleheather is written down in episode by episode plan, which may be revealed when I have a little drawing to go w it. I quite like it, I think it goes well and is very endearing.

Actually just a forgotten thing, but when I was doing the redesign for Alejandro I just kinda forgot I could give him visible injuries, so that has changed.

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[zombholic]

𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅

today was the only day you had off from patrols and god you were so grateful, you slipped on your shoes and went down to the cafeteria to grab a burrito before you went back to hide in your room. “y/n, what’s up pendeja!” you shot your head up for your eyes to meet manny’s, you walled over to him with a smile.

“it’s my day off so i was gonna grab something to eat and leave” you leaned on the table, your hands holding onto the edge. “oh about that, isaac needs you to come with us just to this one base, he said he needed as many people.” you let out the most irritated groan ever.

“dude fine, but who’s us?” it’s like your question answered itself when you saw the muscular blonde stroll her way over to you two “never mind, ask someone else” you scoffed at her presence, right as you were about to leave her smart ass mouth opened up “why? scared of a little competition?” you wanted to throw your burrito at that stupid cocky smirk plastered on her face but you didn’t wanna hurt the burrito.

“no, abby, i just don’t want to walk in on you and owen dry humping each other again” the response made manny almost choke on his spit, he tried his hardest not to bust out hollering.

“at least some of us can get dick, if you’re jealous just say so” you swore you almost threw up at the thought of being anywhere near one. “abby, i think i rather stick with fucking girls” once again, when you were about to walk away manny grabbed the belt loop on your cargos and pulled you back.

“you’re coming with us chica, now get your things” you rolled your eyes, shooting the blonde a dirty look before heading back to your room to get your supplies.

—

sitting on the back of the wobbly truck you kept your backpack between your legs, owen who sat next to you and abby who sat across were basically eye-fucking each other. “you guys are so gross, get a fucking room.” you fake gagged “scars! guys!” manny shouted from the driver’s seat.

grabbing your pistol you were aiming at one of the scars riding on their horses, shooting him off his horse. the truck violently wobbling causing all three of you to fall off the seats and into the middle. abby landing straight onto you, the air in your lungs getting knocked right out. “get your big ass off me abby!” you tried to push her off your chest but she was shooting at the scars, owen joining her quickly after while you were stuck under the 200 pound woman.

manny pulled over when there weren’t any scars left to one of the stationed buildings, everyone getting out and seeing the flat tire and half broken arrow in it.

“you couldn’t keep an eye on any of them y/n?” abby walked past you hitting your shoulder with hers “you’re big ass was on top of me the whole fucking time!” you miserably pushed her back, for being smaller than abby you couldn’t fight her, it was a mouse vs a bear.

“don’t fucking touch me.” she pushed you back onto car, her brows farrowed angrily, you grabbed the root of her braid and pulled her hair back “fuck you bitch!” before you guys could get anymore physical manny pulled her aside, if you were wrong you could see the steam blowing out of her ears.

—

everyone walking into the news station owen directed everyone to clear out the different sections. you went went to the left before hearing gunshots and yelling from the opposite direction, before you could even process your next move everything turned black.

you woke up dazed and confused with the worst headache, your vision slowly coming back, going to rub your eyes your hands were tied behind your back, fear shooting throughout your body you saw where you were.

you stood on a stool, a noose wrapped around your neck you saw one of the scars noticing you wake up “the wolf is awake!” he shouted for the others.

a few more appeared surrounding you, tears flowing down your eyes you begged and pleaded for them to let you go, one of the scars who was built like abby kicked the stool from underneath you, the air slowly stopping from coming into your brain, your body frolicking around.

gunshots were sounding off, scars scattering to hide, you almost felt your life leave before your eyes. the rope holding you up to the tree cut loose causing you to fall to the ground with a loud thud, abby threw the noose off your neck, shaking you awake.

“c’mon y/nn, wake up.” she held your head in her hands, she started compressions on your chest. your body shot up gasping and crying for air. “hey, hey.” you looked up and saw abby with almost a relieved look on her face, her chest exhaling as if she was holding her breath the whole time.

she lifted you up bridal style, your arms wrapped around her neck, face hidden in her shoulder trying to calm down from your almost death. she took you inside a trailer, sitting you down on the chair “oh my god.” she mumbled, her calloused fingers softly rubbing the purple and blue outline of the rope.

“is she alive?” manny slammed the door open, running over to you cupping you your face in his hands as he gave a kiss on your temple, he wrapped his arms around you giving you a gentle hug.

—

you guys decided to settle down somewhere safer, everyone placed their sleeping bags down, manny and owen chatting away, you saw abby walk out deciding to follow her you grabbed her arm.

“thank you” you mumbled, she turned around and gave you a warming smile “i needed you to stay alive so i could pick on you” she joked.

AUTHORS NOTE: yall this was shit fr 👎🏼👎🏼

#lesbian #lgbtq #wlw #the last of us ii #tlou #the last of us #abby anderson #abby x fem!reader #abby tlou #abby anderson imagine #abby the last of us #abby anderson x reader #abby x you #abby x reader

[sturnsbabie]

𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐄

PART THREE: GENDER REVEAL

pairing: dad!nate x sls!reader

summary: in which nate and sls find out the gender of baby #3.

warnings: mentions of pregnancy,crying,fluff.

NICKS POV

my sister and nate decided to let me the keeper of the gender for her gender reveal. it was such a sweet thing and a special moment for me to be able to find out the gender first. she gave me the enevlope that had the gender and i was now in my room alone about to open it.

i had the vlog camera out and set up as i started to record. “hey guys you wont see this for a while but im here about to find out the gender of nate and y/ns baby because she let me be the keeper of the gender.”i said to the camera.

“im scared.” i chuckled as i started to open the enevlope.

“lets see what baby doe #3 shall be.”i said as i opened the envelope that had the ultrasound of the baby and their gender.

the ultrasound was folded up so i unfolded and it revealed the gender. the paper said its a girl.

i let out a loud squeal as i covered my mouth with my hand getting teary eyed. not was i only so happy that im finally getting my niece but i was happy for my sister who’s finally getting her girl that she has dreamed of having since she was a little girl.

the tears slid down my cheeks as i looked at the camera. “its a girl!” i said quietly so nobody in the house could hear.

the gender reveal was in two days and tomorrow i was gonna go get everything for the party. i planned on ordering cake pops and only one of them had the gender in it. i also was gonna get some smoke cannons filled with pink smoke and some extra little things.

im so excited to see how my sister is gonna react when she finds out that shes gonna have a girl. im happy for her and nate. i always had a feeling that one day they would be together. i could tell by the way they both act around eachother.

they both have always looked at eachother like they are the only person in the room. they both have a little sparkle in their eye as cheesy as that sounds. you could just look at the both of them and tell how inlove with eachother they are.

i loved having nate as a permanent part of our family even though he always has been but now he’s literally like our brother in law and it was great. he was so sweet to her and sweet to their boys. i couldnt wait to see both of their reactions to having a girl.

.•°♡°•.

SLS POV

today nate and i would be finding out the gender of baby #3. nick was throwing the gender reveal party for us.

we were currently on our way to my moms where nick was throwing the reveal at in her backyard.

i had on a light pink mini dress that showed off my bump and nate had on a light blue shirt with some khaki shorts. leo was matching his daddy and owen had on a light pink shirt with shorts. nate was team boy and i was team girl.

nate had his hand on my thigh while he was driving us. he looked so good. i loved watching him be a dad because he was so sexy.

we now were at my moms and we have been here for about 30 minutes and we all have been standing around talking as nick is getting the reveal ready.

nick came outside. “alright guys im gonna give each of you a cakepop. one of these will have the gender in it and we will all bite into them at the same time” he said as he gave everyone a cake pop.

“okay on the count of one…two..threee. lets do this!” nick said as we all bit into our cake pops looking for the color. none of us got it yet til justin spoke up.

“i have a color!its pink!” justin said as i looked at the cakepop then back at nate.

suddenly a bunch of smoke cannons went off as pink smoke filled the air. everyone squealed and screamed as the gender was revealed.

i let out a loud scream as i jumped into nates arms. “IM HAVING MY BABYGIRL!” i said as i started to sob in his arms as he held me. nate had a big smile on his face

“i know baby! you have your girl.”nate said smiling as he kissed my forehead holding me close to him.

“i got my girl.”i sobbed as he pressed a soft kiss onto my lips.

he put me down as everyone came over to us. my mom hugged me as we both cried as nates mom hugged him while she was crying aswell.

my brother justin pulled me into his arms giving me a big hug. “congratulations y/n you finally got the girl of your dreams.” he said smiling.

“im so happy to finally have my girl.” i said.

matt and nick were talking to nate as chris came over hugging me. “im happy for you sis.” he said as he had tears running down his cheeks.

“chris why are you crying?” i giggled as i hugged him.

“im just so happy you’re finally getting your girl”he said.

we talked for a while til nick came over to me congratulating me as we both cried about me having a girl.

nate and i opened the gender reveal gifts we got and thanked everyone.

.•°♡°•.

it was now nighttime after we had the gender reveal and nate and i were currently back at our apartment with the twins laying in bed.

i had owen laying on my chest as i rubbed his back as he was fighting his sleep. leo was sound asleep on his daddy as we were watching our show.

i love having little moments like this with our boys. i loved being a mommy so much its the greatest gift nate has ever gave me. i couldnt wait for our girl.

owen was starting to get fussy as he laid on my chest. “shhh owie its okay baby mommy has you.” i said as i held him closer to me rubbing his back.

“go to sleep owie baby youre so sleepy.” i said as i kissed his forehead.

after a bit of me rubbing his back and talking to him he was finally asleep as i looked over at nate and leo both of them sound asleep.

i started to cry as i saw them both asleep together looking so perfect. leo was a perfect mix of me and his dad mostly looking more like his dad as owen looked a bit like the both of us more.

i wiped my tears as i scooted closer to nate leaning my head on him as i started to fall asleep.

my little family. we cant wait for you to come babygirl

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[florencetypemaniacs]

So, let's say Mc is talking with Camila about the Ro's because they are BFF's about how they make them feel and what not.

But the Ro's overhear them talking. So, how would they react/feel? (crushing/dating stage)

Crushing Stage

💛 Marcel

Marcel just passed by and heard his name, stopping when he realized you weren't calling for him but talking about him. He would stay hidden with a grin so large it could split his face as he walked away, whistling a happy tune. Marcel would be in such a good mood, being a bit more flirtatious with you the following days.

🧡 Margaret

Margaret would know not to listen, but her mother said her curious nature would get her in trouble one day, but she was so happy she eavesdropped. Her brain would have to do a little catching up, but when she fully understood, she would let out a pure gleeful squeal before running away, leaving you and Camila questioning what the hell happened.

❤️ Owen

Owen would be very....conflicted. Usually, he would be impulsive and just grab you, pulling you into a kiss. Hell, Owen wanted to more than anything, but I honestly think he would brood for a while, really thinking it over because it was you, and while he had these growing feelings... did he want to risk it again? But on the other hand, it was you, and you were more than he could ever ask for. He would be a little more open with you the following days, testing the waters before he plunged.

💙 Rosemary

Surprised. I mean, she would hear her name and be unsurprised that you had a crush on her. Most people did, but when she started to listen to what you were really saying. You weren't just mentioning Rosemary's looks but actually her. Her heart would beat so fast that they would have to leave, a blush of her face. Rosemary would be a surprised and flustered mess, and it made her feel alive.

🩵 Tai

Brain.exe has stopped working. Lol. But seriously, Tai would just be standing there shocked, especially if your MC is flirty like "It was all....real?" Would be very suspicious that this was some sort of prank that you were pulling on him and honestly would probably avoid you afterward until really analyzing the facts, his chest feeling up with hope as he started talking to you again, analyzing everything you say.

💚 Zane

I want to say that Zane would honestly be suspicious as hell when he heard his name, thinking that he was about to hear a master plan on a way to take him down. But to find you gushing about him.....I don't think it would truly set in. Zane would get a big head for sure, barging into the room and asking you to continue. I think he would feel confident in that moment like he thought he was the only one who was feeling this way about you, and now that you spilled your guts, it was like he had the upper hand. Zane would totally ask you to say he was better skilled than you are, but I think when he was alone, Zane started thinking about it more. Zane would lay awake at night, his heart hammering in his chest as he thought of you and the way you made him feel.

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[co-sharkie]

Picture Perfect

Grayson Waller (WWE) x F! Reader

Triple H decided to hire a professional photographer to help get ratings up. In doing so, he hired a freelance photographer. She specialized in action shots, perfect for the job. She stood by the ring most of the night while Smackdown aired, taking photos of almost everything.

As the night went on, (Y/N) didn’t find many wrestlers that were super entertaining to watch. She never really watched wrestling, so it surprised her when she was given an opportunity to photograph WWE. Her specialty was boxing.

After taking a few filler pictures of the crowd, the lights shut off around the arena, highlighting the ring and flashy green and purple colors from the entrance screen.

Coming from the backstage was a man with sparkly green shorts and a matching sleeveless shirt. Behind him was another man with sweatpants and a tank top.

(Y/N) was entranced at the looks of the man who squat down for his entrance. He yelled something towards the crowd as he walked down the ramp. He had an Australian accent. (Y/N) snapped multiple pictures as he walked down the ramp.

—

When Grayson neared the ring, he noticed the photographer Austin told him about earlier. His heart skipped a beat when he noticed the flash from her camera on him. Grayson pointed straight at her, making eye contact. He knelt down on the apron to pose for her.

She smiled and giggled to herself. A flash of light hit Grayson in his pose. He winked at her before ducking under the ropes. The booing of the crowd was drowned out as he kept his eyes on the photographer.

The only reason Grayson looked towards his opponent entering the ring is because the photographer started snapping pictures of them.

—

During Grayson’s match with Kevin Owens, he continued to sneak glances at the photographer. When Owens threw Waller out of the ring, fighting with him around the announcer table, Grayson still took a moment on the ground to look at her.

Grayson took control of the match and rolled Owens back into the ring. Before he attempted his finisher, Grayson strolled over to the photographer.

Out of breath, he said to her, “Get a good picture of this.” He smirked at her and she gave him a thumbs up. Waller hit his finisher, but he didn’t see any flash from the camera.

Disapointed, he now remained distracted for the rest of the match, resulting in him losing the match. Austin helped escort him from the ring, but Grayson wasn’t just upset over the loss.

—

“What’s up with you, man?” Austin scolded Grayson while they sat in the locker room.

Grayson groaned, “She didn’t take a picture of me when I did my finisher!” He threw his hands up. “But she did when Kevin Owens did his!”

Austin rolled his eyes. “Are you serious? I saw her take the picture. If you weren’t so damn distracted the whole match you would’ve seen it too!”

Grayson furrowed his brows. “I wasn’t distracted. I was just…” he paused, trying to find the right words.

“Dude,” Austin started, “you were totally distracted by her. She’s probably somewhere backstage right now. You should find her so you can tell her how you were drooling over her the whole match.”

—

(Y/N) was backstage after the show ended, packing up her supplies, when she heard someone calling out.

“Hey, you’re that new photographer, aren’t you?” It was the man she took a few too many photos of. He jogged up to her, no longer in his wrestling attire, instead wearing jeans and a t-shirt.

“I am, can I help you?”

“Yeah, just wanted to see what pictures you got of me out there.”

“I don’t even know your name and you’re already asking to see my work?” (Y/N) laughs. “They are not processed yet, but let me see if I can find them.”

She pulls her camera out of its case and begins clicking through the photos she took tonight. “You didn’t hear my name get announced?” He asked.

“No, I had ear plugs in. It was really noisy so I guess I just missed it.” She gave him an apologetic smile. “My name is (Y/N), by the way. Professional photographer from Miami.”

“Well, it’s nice to officially meet you, (Y/N).” He grinned. “Grayson Waller, professional wrestle, and hopefully your next date.”

—

11:04am

Client: Hunter (WWE): Hey (Y/N), this is Hunter with WWE. I just got your email with the photos from last night and I wanted to say they are amazing. But I wanted to know if you got pictures of any other superstars? These are all of Grayson Waller.

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