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elliereject · 26 days

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ifhy .1

* in which ellie’s obsession relationship with you begins to sour as your romance with your new boyfriend seems to flourish. it seems she’ll stop at nothing to ensure your happiness, (which you’ll find with her, obviously) even if it means hurting you in the process.

* lowkey obsessive ellie, (I LIKE EM’ A LITTLE CRAZY!), angst + comfort (next chapter(s), infidelity, unrequited feelings yet also mutual pining (just read it like, idk idk I forgot how to do these),lmk if I missed anything!

* im back, ok not really this has been rotting in my drafts forever and I was reading it back and I was like damn I lowk cooked with this. It’s unfinished as of RN but this is only 1/3 of the fic im just splitting it up so u don’t have to wait months,,for it..like my other fics..DONT ASK ME ABT THOSE, cuz I don’t got an answer. IN THE MEAN TIME ENJOY THIS! <3

* mdni (but like if u do wtvr, nothing crazy happens in this chapter)

wc ~ 1.6k

pt. 2 here

Ellie Williams fucking hated you.

Surprisingly, she didn’t at first. In fact, she was in love with you, bordering infatuation.

She had seen you for the first time at the local bookstore before the semester started, you were flipping through a book about time and relativity with a concentrated look on your face. She smiled to herself when she saw you push up onto your toes to reach for another book but to no avail. She took this as an opportunity to walk up to you and reach over your head to grab it, making sure to flex her lean, tattooed arm before placing it in your hand.

Her jade eyes locked on yours and your face heated immediately, you mumbled a “Thank you.” Before scurrying past her to the checkout.

Imagine her surprise when on the first day of classes, she walks into her astrophysics course and sees you, doodling in your notebook with that same concentrated look on your face.

Of course, she sits next to you, flashing that charming smile that has sweat gathering at your hands. She tells you her name then asks for yours and learns about your major, favourite course, and how you’re staying in a little apartment just outside the campus before more students and your professor filed in. You didn’t know why but you just felt so comfortable telling her things, She laughed at your corny jokes and made even cornier ones, and she admired the doodles that covered your notebook and the little duck pen you used.

You didn’t want to speak too soon, but it was safe to say you were harbouring a tiny bit of a crush on her.

Ellie on the other hand, was completely ready to admit it. She felt her love for you grow each second she was around you. Your smile quite literally felt like the sun shining upon her, your laugh made her want to drop her studies of space to pick up stand-up comedy just so she could make it her job to make you laugh. In her eyes, everything you did was perfect. Her thoughts were completely consumed by you, you, you.

And for a few months, things were amazing! You had been introduced to Dina and Jesse and even spent Halloween hanging out with the trio watching horror movies and eating each other's weight in candy. When the holidays rolled around you and Ellie, along with the others, cozied up under some blankets and made fun of cheesy Hallmark movies while she tried her hardest not to interlock her hands with yours even after your pinky brushed against hers for the sixth time.

During finals, Ellie and you organized designated study days that usually ended in giggling at stupid memes on each other's phones or late-night food runs. Of course, there were lingering touches and flirtatious glances here and there but you were too shy to act on it and Ellie would rather die than make you uncomfortable so she kept you just at arm's length. Besides, she knew you were too timid to approach anyone else, so in a way she had you all to herself.

Then, you met him. Some motherfucker whose name she didn’t care to remember. However, she did remember the innate feeling of anger that surged through her body when you gushed to her about him and how he was a history major and the way his glasses framed his face perfectly and whatever the fuck else you found interesting about him.

She nodded and laughed and smiled along with you when you would drone on about him but would excuse herself to the bathroom to tend to the crescent-shaped wounds in her palms from digging her fingers into them so hard.

She tried her best to not show these negative emotions to you because she knew how much you didn’t like when she got mad but fuck was it hard. Especially that one night when you were out with him and you hadn’t replied to her texts in over 5 hours. Man did her drywall take some damage that night.

And when you finally did reply you had completely disregarded her message and went on to boast about the time you had and how gentlemanly he was. All she could do was reply with a dry “sounds like fun🙂” before she went back to throwing a tantrum around her room and tormenting that poor wall…she’d have to remember to buy some spackle before the end of the semester.

Then, there was the time she trekked over to your apartment with some pizza for a surprise movie night and saw the bouquet placed in front of your door. She set the box down to pick up the flowers and read who it was from, her body reacted before she could rethink. She tore the flowers from the beautifully wrapped packaging and stomped on them over and over and over until all that was left were broken stems and tattered petals.

Thankfully, you got home just a few minutes later and missed her outburst. You gasped when you saw the smashed flowers and asked her what had happened, she shrugged and lied easily, claiming it was like this when she got there. She let out a breath when you shook your head and sighed, saying it was probably your next-door neighbor who had always been a bit of a grouch.

She had genuinely thought she was doing a pretty good job of hiding her true feelings for both you and him but it was when you gleefully announced that he was officially your boyfriend she knew she was done for. You squealed and pulled her in for a hug but it felt like her heart had shriveled up into a clump of black coal and woosh like magic, her love for you had turned into something twisted, something possessive.

It was when you invited her over to your apartment to eat dinner with him that she had started considering the idea that you knew she had a crush on you and you were just fucking with her emotions for fun.

How could you start dating, let alone seeing some random ass motherfucker when she was right here! She knew she could treat you better than he could even dream of, she knew everything about you and she’d make it known to you how perfect she was for you, one way or another.

That night at dinner she sat uncomfortably as you fluttered around your tiny kitchen, adding last-minute touches to the spaghetti you made and despite the grumble in her tummy it felt like she had no appetite when she watched the hungry way he looked at you, as if you were a juicy steak and he was a starved wolf.

Once you were finished plating the food and placing it on the table you sat down eagerly and tried your best to mediate the obvious tension.

“Soo uh, Ellie, you’ve been really into watercolour recently right?” You beamed.

“Uh-huh.” She said dryly, twirling her spaghetti around her fork.

“Oh that’s cool, you know watercolour as an art form has been around since Egyptian times! It’s funny to think that like—Cleopatra was painting with water and grapes or something!” He spoke and you giggled like it was the funniest joke in the world. She shot you a look that said really? because she knows she could make a joke that was way funnier, and would expel your real laugh.

“That’s cool. You know how to shut the fuck up?” She mumbled into her bite of spaghetti.

“Sorry?” He asked and you gave her a sideways glance.

She smiled tightly and swallowed before answering, “Just said that’s cool!”

Dinner dragged on as he droned about the history of the Renaissance or fucking Christopher Columbus, she didn’t actually know, she tuned him out. After you cleared the plates, you ushered them into your cozy living room for a movie and when you excused yourself to the bathroom she plopped down on the couch next to him, subtly pulling out her switchblade.

“So, Kevin—“

“Actually my name—“

“I don’t give a fuck what your name is, matter fact I don’t give a fuck about you in general. What are your intentions with ★?”

The man tensed up as Ellie expertly spun the blade around in her fingers.

“Uh—I mean, she seems cool and dating her has been pr—“

“Cool?” Ellie scoffed, “She’s fucking perfect, and I hope you know whatever you have going on with her right now? It won’t last. Soon she’s gonna see you for the limp-ass motherfucker you are.”

He was taken aback, “What?—I’m sorry, did I do something to offend you?”

“Your whole existence offends me.” She rasped, inching her blade closer to his neck. “She’s not meant to be with you.”

He furrowed his brows, “You like her, don’t you?”

Ellie rolled her eyes, “You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”

Before he could reply you were back from the bathroom and she slipped her blade back into her pocket and got up with a firm grip on his shoulder.

“What were you two talking about?” You asked as you grabbed a bag of chips from your small coffee table and tore into them.

“Oh you know, girl talk.” She smiled, digging her blunt nails into his shoulder. Translation: don’t say a fucking word.

You rolled your eyes playfully like you even had a clue of what was going on, “He’s not a girl, dumbass.”

She shrugged, stepping away from her previous seat to plop down on the other small sofa.

The rest of the night proceeded relatively smoothly, your boyfriend had been so shaken up by Ellie’s words that even with you sitting next to him he kept his distance with worried glances toward Ellie now and then. Ellie crunched on her popcorn happily and watched the movie with a satisfied smile and a chipper aura.

— ★

🤔 shall I put out the second part? only time (and interactivity! 💝 pls don’t let this flop) will tell!

#ellie the last of us #ellie tlou #ellie williams #ellie angst #ellie au #ellie fic #ellie fluff #ellie smut #ellie x reader #jealousellie #tlou fanfiction #tlou

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just-a-torn-up-masterpiece · 4 months

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back in town

part one of home for christmas

natasha romanoff x reader

The hallmark movie inspired Christmas story that nobody asked for.

Natasha Romanoff fell out of love with Christmas, but perhaps a certain someone could help her find the festive magic once again.

Coming home to her small hometown from her life in New York City, the children’s author is reunited with the people of her past; some are happier to see her than others.

But, will rekindled relationships inspire the Christmas story she’s struggling to write? Or will she go home empty handed?

fluff, lots of Christmas, hallmark movie cringe

for the sake of this fic, all characters are the same kind of age; ≈mid 20s

wc: 1.4k | part two

Serving customers their coffee has been an opportunity for a moment of peace lately. Wanda, as well as the remainder of your insufferable friends, had taken it upon themselves to set you up on dates. Somehow, their lack of success so far hasn’t managed to convince them of their matchmaking deficits.

So, during work hours, you’re bombarded with suggestions to which you decline time and time again. Apparently, being the Christmas season and all, it was a matter of extreme importance; the so-called ‘Christmas magic’ had to have a source of focus and, according to them, that was you.

You’d tried; the amount of boring and unsuccessful dates you’ve embarked on is almost embarrassing. You’ve had short lived relationships, fleeting flings, and so many blind dates you can’t even count them with all ten fingers. But none of them were right for you. None of the options were worthy to ‘cuddle up with by the fireplace’ or ‘entwine souls with beside a decorated tree’. Wanda had an optimistic take on your love life - you’d all be lying if you didn’t call her obsessed.

“C’mon, that girl in the bookstore was totally obsessed with you,” she spoke as soon as the customer in front of you had left with a smile and a cup of coffee in their hand.

“Wanda, please,” you groaned, busying yourself with the messed up counter, wiping down the surface hoping it’d will her away.

“She could be the one.”

“You say that about all of them,” you huffed with a laugh. She truly was a hopeless romantic. You hypothosise her obsession with your romantic endeavours is some haphazardly disguised attempt to draw away her own infatuation with a certain bookstore owner. It’s no coincidence you’re both in there so often and it’s definitely not because you have a crush on anybody there.

“Maybe this one’s different.”

“You always say that too,” you laughed. “What about you anyway? How about we get you a date with that woman you ogle, huh?”

“What woman? There isn’t a woman,” she defended, you saw right through her.

“The one that likes to give you discount on all those books you buy and never read. Agatha, is it?”

“Oh, look, you have a customer. I better get more coffee from the back,” she hurried out before rushing away.

Luckily your best friend seemed to have taken the hint for the time being and the next couple of hours passed with you working in your regular harmony.

“That man is always late, I swear,” Wanda spoke with a glance at the clock. Sam was meant to be in for his shift twenty minutes ago, though you find his lack of punctuality to be an endearing trait. And, as though his ears were burning, the man in question burst through the wreath-decorated door with quickened breaths from what you assumed to be a sprint into work.

“You will never guess who I just bumped into,” he shouted to you both as he pulled his coat off to replace it with the coffee shop apron.

“Santa?” Wanda grinned with an excitement an adult likely shouldn’t present herself with at the prospect.

“Better.”

“Nobody’s better than Santa,” she pouted.

“If it wasn’t an old guy in a red hat you’re gonna have a real sad boss to deal with,” you responded with a laugh.

“Well now I don’t wanna say,” he answered with a chuckle of his own.

“You can’t lead with that and not tell us,” Wanda countered with a poke to his arm.

“Natasha Romanoff.”

“You’re kidding.”

The pair of you answered him at the same time, a mirrored disapproval in your tones.

“Nope. She’s here for the holidays.”

“What, New York’s not good enough for her anymore?” you uttered in annoyance, rolling your eyes before plastering on an appeasing smile to the customer that approached.

“I didn’t think the small town Christmas vibe fit her new Scrooge persona,” Wanda added with an equally annoyed voice.

“I dunno, I didn’t talk to her much, I came to tell you two. You know I like the gossip,” Sam answered with a smile, though he wasn’t so pleased with her appearance either.

“You can put your matchmaking shit on hold,” you stated. “All focus is now on ‘operation avoid Romanoff’.”

“Mission accepted as long as you come up with a better title,” Wanda returned. “A Christmas themed one.”

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“Oh my God, I need to tell you all who I saw in town this afternoon,” Kamala practically squealed as she took her seat in the booth with the rest of the group. A girl’s night out at the local bar was a no brainer after the news.

“Let me guess,” Monica voiced. “Red hair, expensive suit, kinda scary, and a knack for ghosting certain people?” She added, tapping her chin with her face contorted into one of faux musing and a pointed look towards you with her final words.

“Pretty good at breaking poor innocent hearts?” Carol added with a teasing nudge to your shoulder to lighten your mood.

“She didn’t break my heart,” you scoffed.

“Just stomped on it a little,” Kate said with the same joking tone - if there was one thing you adored your friends for it was their way of making even awful situations fell a little less dire.

“Poked at it with her expensive stilettos,” Wanda added.

“Oh, so I’m the last to know,” Kamala sighed. “That’s cool, I guess. Not that I wanted to come in here with big, dramatic news or anything.”

“No, please, go on,” you laughed. “Who was it that you saw?”

“Natasha. Romanoff,” she exclaimed with all the dramatic flare she’d hoped to achieve. And, of course, you all gasped just as you knew she’d enjoy.

“You’re kidding,” you deadpanned.

“I know!”

“I’m gonna get us some more drinks,” Kate spoke as she stood up. “No gossip whilst I’m gone, you know all the drama gets my blood up.”

And so you all talked. And talked. And talked. Every detail of your relationship - or lack thereof - was explored. Her departure and the toll it took on you was examined and you remembered just how grateful you’ve always been for their support, they’re truly the best friendship group you ever could’ve asked for.

“Oh my God.”

The phrase was grumbled out by the three of you positioned in the line of sight of the door, the faces of you, Carol and Wanda all laced with discontent at the sight.

“Alright, look behind you but be subtle,” Carol instructed. “I’m talking to you, Kamala.”

It started off discreetly to begin with, Monica glanced over her shoulder with a scoff at the image behind her. Kate, somehow, was just as discreet but, of course, Kamala being Kamala an obnoxiously loud gasp followed her gawking. It drew the attention of those at the eye of the display you were staring at and two pairs of eyes looked back at you.

“What a surprise,” Yelena grinned as she approached with her sister in tow.

“Yelena, you were literally invited,” you grumbled. “You said you had plans.”

“There’s been a change in plans,” she shrugged, clearly amused at the awkward situation she was dragging you into. “My dear sister and I are joining you.”

“I’ll get more drinks,” Natasha mumbled. The first words you’d heard from her in years and she kept her eyes everywhere but directed towards you; something about the way she still buries her hands in her coat pockets when she’s nervous stirred up a stinging familiarity.

“Lena, what the hell?” Wanda whispered when the blonde smugly took her seat in the already crammed booth.

“What?” she shrugged, feigning obliviousness at her clearly deliberate actions. “It’s Christmas, even the grinch needs a drink.”

Speaking of, the redheaded grinch in question approached with a tray of drinks and an awkward yet fleeting smile gifted to you when she pulled a chair up to the end of the table. To your surprise, she even held your gaze as she slid your glass over to you though you couldn’t muster much more than an almost inaudible thank you.

“So, you’re back,” Carol spoke, leaning forwards with her arms resting on the table.

And that began the awkward evening. There was an obvious tension between the pair of you; Natasha answered any questions she was asked and you pretended not to notice the way she’d steal looks at you over the edge of her glass. You, however, barely spoke.

How do you talk to the woman that left you behind? Especially when she comes back into town looking even more perfect than before; you scold your lustful eyes for tearing your mind apart.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #natasha romanoff fanfic #natasha romanoff #marvel fanfic #au: home for christmas

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undergroundbillions · 5 months

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Raggedy Ann art style masterpost!

Sorry this is a long one, but I need to make examples! After over a hundred years, how Raggedy Ann is drawn in books and merchandise has changed a LOT, and I'm obsessed with identifying different eras of the art styles and how they're combined. These aren't all of them of course but here's a few major ones.

First off, the original Johnny Gruelle & Co. style. These are the books from her first appearance in 1918 to the late 40's, when she was now being drawn by Gruelle's family. Early on they look more like literal dolls, but as the years go on they look more lively and round.

We get different illustrators throughout the 40's to the 60's, but the little physical merchandise outside of the books continues to lean toward the Gruelle style.

In the 70's, Hallmark owns the licensing, and as expected they go ALL out on merch. This era is defined by childish proportions with large heads, big eyes, and a checkered-shirt Andy.

In 1977 we get the Raggedy Ann and Andy Musical Adventure movie! Here's the most commonly used promotional art:

But this barely gets a chance to exist on its own, because in next two years both Chuck Jones holiday specials are released. As a result, there's a whole lot of promotional stuff that combines these two styles in a very strange way. Often, Ann and Andy (and Arthur) are in the Chuck Jones style, with the title and Camel from the movie. Sometimes side characters from both pieces of media make it in!

In the late 80's, the CBS Adventures of Raggedy Ann and Andy show along with the corresponding Grow and Learn series of books are released, with a new art style:

It's similar to the 1977 movie again, but as if they re-designed it from that above promotional shot alone. They're very much stuck in the one shape, instead of squishing and stretching like rag dolls as they do in the movie.

In the 90's you have the Snowden Target collab, which is pretty easy to spot since it's the most blatantly red & green christmassy thing you've ever seen.

Aaaaand last (and maybe least) we have Simon & Schuster's Classic branding in the 2000's. These are recognizable by solid black eyes with no whites, having the exact same expression in every picture, and visible stitches.

I will release you from this Raggedy Ann prison now. Go forth and be free with your new unnecessary Raggedy Ann knowledge.

-𝕸𝖔𝖉 𝕲𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖑 𝕯.

#raggedy ann #raggedy andy #mod general d #raggedy ann wiki #raggedy ann and andy

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libraryofloveletters · 2 years

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Red Is My Colour

Carlos Sainz Jr x Fem!Reader

Warnings: fear of flying, hallmark movie meet lmao, cheesy pick up lines, coincidental meetings, kinda inaccurate f1 scheduling, mentions of alcohol and the consumption of, a little bit of sexual tension and scenes of sexual relations (f!receiving, p in v, the tiniest hint to accidental voyeurism)

Word Count: 4.4k

Author’s Note: F1 is my current obsession and Carlos occupies all my brain space so here's an idea I thought up while on vacation :) + Idk if Charles has a cousin named Derek, I made some shit up please go with it LMAO

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The green straw spun in your cup, stirring the ice around until you heard the voice over the PA system.

“Calling flight 178 to Monaco via Nice Côte d'Azur; now boarding at gate 67B.”

Okay, you can do this - the little voice in your head repeated itself as you gathered your bag, passport and drink.

You despised flying and especially flying alone.

You were headed to Monaco for your best friend’s wedding. The two of you grew up together even though you spent summers apart while her family vacationed in Monaco. Your boyfriend -- ex-boyfriend, Micheal was supposed to be coming with you and yet, he’s not there.

Micheal thought it’d be nice to him to break up with you a week prior to the wedding. So here you are in the middle of the airport a little past midnight, Friday rolling into Saturday, all alone on your way to Monaco for her wedding.

The boarding was smooth, you sat towards the back - 34A and there was no one else sitting with you which you thought was great so you could at least panic all alone.

There’s still a few minutes before take off, you decide to head to the bathroom because you know you’ll be too terrified to get up until the plane is back on the ground.

The door shuts behind you, letting out a few breaths with your back pressed against the wall in the tiny room.

This was a bad idea, wasn't it? You can’t do this, you should just get off the plane.

This bathroom is so tiny, how do people use this thing? It's literally making you claustrophobic.

Okay, calm down. In and out, breath, just breath.

You can do this, you’re her maid of honour for god’s sake. You’re getting your ass in that seat and you will count your breaths if need be but you are going to Monaco.

A few moments later and you managed to regulate your racing heart before making your way back to your seat. You were so focused on your breathing that you barely noticed the legs stretched out that you almost tripped over.

Your hand resting on the seat in front of the man, you look down at him in his seat, confusion written across your face.

“What are you doing here?” You asked him.

His brows furrowed, looking at you with a confused expression to match yours across his face. “Uh.. this is my seat?”

The pair of you stared at each other, confused at the other’s statement. There’s a hand on your shoulder, the flight attendant behind you. “Ma’am, we’re about to take off, please find your seat.” She says, stepping away.

“Do you need to get by?” The mystery man asks, getting up from his seat. The aisle was small, the flight attendants passing by to do final checks.

The man steps into the aisle just as one of the flight attendants needed to pass, his hand resting on your hip as he shifts the two of you into your row, chest to chest. The two of you stay like that for a moment, letting the woman pass by freely.

It wasn't until that moment that you realized how handsome the mystery man was.

Dark brown eyes, tan skin, pink, pouty and very kissable lips, a mess of brown hair on his head that was currently peeking out under the hat he had on.

He takes a step back, the loss of his touch causes a little chill through your body. He gives you a small smile before returning to his seat, right next to yours. You settle into your seat, hooking the seat belt way before the light comes on.

It was a habit, you’ve only flown a few times and when you did, someone was always with you.

The engine rumbled, the seat belt light pinged and you were counting your breaths.

One, in. Two, out.

The plane begins to move, your hand tapping nervously against the arm rest. The man glances over at you, he notices the tapping and he smiles to himself slightly.

He was hesitant but yet he asked; “You okay?”

“Fine.” you hum, letting out a breath.

The plane gains speed, moving faster by the second and your hand is gripping the armrest hard enough to break it. You pick a point; your shoes and focus on it, breathing in and out steadily as you feel the plane lift into the air.

There’s something warm around your hand, rubbing softly on top of it. It wasn't until the plane reached its climax altitude that you relaxed, letting out one more breath before looking over at your hand.

The mystery man’s hand was on yours, rubbing softly against the skin of your hand. “You okay?” He asks once again, a smile on his face.

You nod, just about to pull your hand away when the plane sways slightly; turbulence.

The man gives your hand a squeeze, holding it until it stops even though he hasn’t a single clue who you are.

“Nervous flier?” his hand is still on yours.

“Slightly.” You manage to wiggle your hand away. “Sorry about that.” you chuckle, embarrassment eating you from the inside out.

The man smiles, “it’s fine; me too sometimes.”

The two of you sit in silence for most of the flight, the flight attendants making their way through the aisle, asking if anyone wants anything. Your nose is buried in the book in front of you, thumb pushing into the thick pages anytime you hit a little turbulence.

You can feel the man’s eyes on you any time there’s turbulence.

“Can I get you anything?” the woman’s voice startles you, you look up from your book and shake your head.

“No, thank you.” You smile softly, turning your attention back to the book in your hand.

“I’ll have ginger ale.” He tells her, his fingers lifting to show her two fingers. She hands in two cans before making her way down the aisle to the next row.

The man sets the other can down on your leg, pulling your focus from the book to him. “In case your stomach gets.. uh, upset.” he nods when he finds the word.

His eyes shifted to the book in your hands; The Song of Achilles.

“Is a good one, no?” he cracks open the can, taking a sip.

You set the bookmark in the page, shutting it. “You’ve read it?”

“Never finished but I liked what I read.” He smiles again and your heart flutters.

You aren't falling for the mystery man on the plane. He’s so handsome, you really couldn’t help it.

“Why are you going to Monaco ?” he breaks the silence. “My best friend is getting married, you?”

“Work. Missed my flight to spend a few more days and this was the last one I could take.” He tells you. “How long are you in Monaco for ?”

“Just 4 days, the wedding isn't until tomorrow but she's got some last minute things I've got to help her with; maid of honour duty I suppose.”

“It’s nice that you are so close. How long have you two known each other?” He asks another question. You found it a little odd that he was so curious but he was a welcome distraction.

“Our whole lives. We met in kindergarten.”

“Ah! Childhood best friends, even better!”

The rest of the flight was smooth, the mystery man made small talk with you on and off until you landed. He let you pass, following you off the plane towards where you had to pick up your luggage. The two of you stood in silence while you waited for your suitcases.

The man scrolled through his phone and you noticed the brightly coloured case attached to it. “Cute phone.” you hum, nodding towards the case and smiling at him before reaching for your suitcase.

He nods, “thanks, it would look cuter with your number in it.”

You can’t help but laugh, so much so that you’re hunched over in the middle of the airport laughing at his pick up line. “Do you know how cheesy that was?” you ask the man and he smiles.

“Did it work?” He calls over his shoulder, getting his own luggage.

You reach for his phone, putting your name and number into his phone. “I realized I don’t know your name.” You smile, handing the phone back to him.

“It’s Carlos,” he glances at his phone, “nice to meet you y/n. Give me a call, maybe we can get together.” He smiles once more before walking off in the other direction.

Your heart flutters once again - Carlos.

He was.. well you didn’t exactly have the words but he managed to take over every single thought in your mind.

Your best friend, Suzanne, was waiting for you outside, smothering you with a hug when she found you in the crowd. “Hi!” She beamed, “It’s sooooo good to see you.” she smiled, helping you put your luggage in the trunk.

“How was your flight ?” She gets in the car, pulling out of the busy parking lot. “I know you don't like flying alone.”

“It was fine, actually.” you told her, your phone chiming in your lap.

From Unknown: It’s Carlos. So you have my number

To Carlos: Have a safe journey Carlos

From Carlos: You too. Hoping to get that dinner with you :)

To Carlos: We’ll see about that.

"Why’re you smiling at your phone like a weirdo ?” She asks you, glancing over at you.

Dropping the phone back into your lap, you wind down the window. “Nothing. I'm not smiling.”

“You totally are but whatever.” She drops the comment and goes on to tell you about what the two of you need to get done before the wedding but the only thing on your mind was Carlos.

His pretty brown eyes and matching hair, those pink lips that you could see yourself kissing, his smile that made your heart flutter.

“Y/n? Woman, are you even listening to me?” Suzanne groans, stopping at the stoplight.

“I am, sorry. Cake pick up tomorrow, right?” She nods, satisfied at your bare minimum answer and continues her rambling.

Your mind flickers back to Carlos, thinking about what it would be like to have the domestic pleasures of him driving you around; the wind blowing through your hair, one hand on the wheel and the other resting on your thigh, not a care in the world, just the two of you.

You pick up the phone, typing out the text only to stare at it for a few moments.

To Carlos: How about this evening? Should be free for dinner.

Send or not to send?

You hit the little blue button and drop your phone back into your lap.

Checking your phone every other minute to see if he's answered your text but nothing. It wasn't until you reached the house that your phone chimed.

From Carlos: Have work tonight and Sunday. How about Monday ?

To Carlos: Spending Monday with them before their honeymoon

From Carlos: Let me figure out work.

To Carlos: Sure, let me know.

You’d be lying if you said your heart didn’t sink a little at the thought of not being able to hang out with Carlos. You barely knew the man but he occupied so much of your mind.

“We’ve got to get the backyard ready for the rehearsal. I wanted it at the church but the roads are going to be a mess with the Grand Prix.” Your friend chimes up, pulling your focus.

You just hum, watching the buildings roll by as she drives towards her parents’ house.

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Hair pinned up, out of your face as you blended in the concealer under your eye. “Suz! Have you seen my powder?” You shouted for your friend, she was in her bedroom.

“Suz!” you call once more, walking into the room. Her eyes were focused on the mirror in front of her, she sat by her vanity as she curled her hair. She nods towards the powder compact on her dresser. “Borrowed it, sorry.”

The tv playing in her room, images of colourful race cars and their crews flashing across the screen, loads of excited fans cheering. You take a seat on the edge of her bed, watching the camera pan through the people.

“What’re you watching ?”

Suzanne glances at the screen, “Monaco Grand Prix, it’s just on for background noise.”

You sit there for a while, taken by how passionate all the fans were and how into it they were. You were about to get up when a name on the bottom of the screen caught your eyes.

Carlos.

Carlos Sainz Jr to be exact.

Probably just a conscience you tell yourself, at least until his face appears on the screen.

“How are you feeling today, Carlos ? Excited about the big race ?” the reporter asks him.

Carlos nods, smiling before running a hand through his hair. “Yeah, I- uh, I think we have a good chance this weekend, Charles and myself in great positions to make some points.”

“Good luck out there!” She smiled at the man and you were still in shock. Sort of.

The man who offered you ginger ale, held your hand and used an incredibly cheesy pick up line is a formula one race car driver? What the actual hell.

You fumbled with your phone, snapping a photo of the screen as fast as you could before sending it to Carlos.

To Carlos: *1 Image Attachment* You could have mentioned what work is.

You set your phone down only to see Suzanne staring at you. “You know him.” She blurts, staring at you.

“No.” you lie.

Her brows furrow, “you do. How?”

“Met him on the plane.” you admit.

“Interesting.” She hums and turns back to her vanity, starting on her makeup. Your brows furrow at your friend, shaking your head as you walk back to your room. You were midway through applying your powder when your phone chimed.

From Carlos: Oops :) About to race, will text u after

To Carlos: Good luck :)

From Carlos: Wear red. It brings me luck.

You smile to yourself, tossing the phone onto the bed before you finish getting ready. You had already done your hair and you were putting the last touches on your makeup.

The red lipstick across your lips topped off the look and you turned to the closet, opening it to find the dress that had been steamed hanging in the bag in your closet.

Suzanne’s choice - she wanted all her bridesmaids to match.

Unzipping the bag, you let out a laugh when you see the dress; thin straps, long with a slit up to your thigh and red.

The universe is screaming at you now and you can’t help but laugh.

The dress fits perfectly, snug to your body in the right way. You couldn't help but admire how well it looked. Suz knew you so well and your mind ran back to the dress and to Carlos.

You checked your makeup in the mirror once more, grabbing your phone to take a mirror selfie.

To Carlos: *1 Image Attachment* turns out red is my colour too.

You tuck your phone onto your purse and head over to Suzanne’s room to help her finish her make up and get her dress on. The wedding starts in 2 hours but the traffic from the race is insane so she wanted to leave early.

Suzanne was almost ready, her dress already on. You help her do up the hooks and loop the corset in the back before everyone is on their way to the church.

You and Suzanne sat in the backseat of her dad’s car, traffic for miles and it felt like you had been sitting there forever when it’s really only been 30 minutes. the older man reminiscing about how he used to drive the two of you to the movies as kids and now you're on the way to his daughters wedding. Her mother was consoling the man, rubbing his shoulder in efforts to get him to stop crying.

“Honey, we haven’t gotten to the church, do not cry yourself dry.” She tells the man, making Suzanne laugh.

You were being smothered by her large wedding dress in the back seat and you too were feeling all the emotions her dad was. “Oh you’re not crying too.” Suz groaned, giggling when she looked over at you.

You shook your head, fanning your face with your hand. “I’m not!”

The drive to the church managed to pick up pace from that point, Suzanne being tucked away in a room until the ceremony was about to start. You head into the bridal suite to see her.

“All the guests are here, they’re ready when you are.” You tell her, setting your phone on the table. There's a text on the screen from 2 minutes ago.

From Carlos: Beautiful.

You smiled to yourself, helping Suzanne up from under the pile of her dress and giving her hand as squeeze. “It’s not too late to run away, I can drive.” You gave her a smile and she laughed.

“I’m ready but thank you.” She stepped out into the hallway, you following right behind her.

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The ceremony was sweet and simple, the vows exchanged made the entire place tear up. Now the party has moved back to her parents’ villa for the reception.

Dinner had been served and it was close to 11pm. The music was blaring and the liquor was being passed around. You had your fair share of shots when you walked into the house from the backyard.

There’s a man peering around the empty hallways, he notices you and smiles.

“Hi, I’m looking for Derek.” His accent thick in a way that made your drunk mind spin.

“Who are you?” You ask the man, taking a seat on the staircase.

“His cousin, Charles. I couldn't make the ceremony but I promised to come to the reception.” The man filled in the blanks for you and you nod.

“Sorry, yeah. Uh-” you peered around the railing. “Straight down and out the doors at the back, he’s somewhere back there, loving up on his bride.” You smiled at the man.

He gives you a curt nod and begins walking back towards the doors when he spins back and comes back to you. You look over at Charles, brows furrowed.

“My friend is outside, is it okay for him to come in?” He asks you, phone in his hand.

“Of course!” You reach down to undo the hook on your heels, Charles typing away on his phone, calling out a thank you as he walks to the back doors. The sound of the music coming through the opened backdoors filled the quiet house and you hummed along as you tried to unhook the loop on your heels.

You were sober enough to know what you were doing and where you are but you weren't sober enough to get these stupid heels off.

Letting out an aggravated huff, you tugged on the strap once more. Your leg was pushed out away from the other to get a better view of your shoe strap but no luck. You were so focused that you didn’t notice the front door open or the fact that a man had walked into the house.

All of a sudden, there's a hand on your calf and you can barely see the silhouette of a person through your hair. Sitting up, you swing the hair over your shoulder and now you’ve got a clear view of the person.

Carlos is down on one knee in front of you, dress slacks and a plain red button up. Stark difference to his friend Charles who was in a tux.

“What are you doing here?” You ask him, blinking a few times to make sure your brain isn't playing tricks on you.

“Again, that question.” Carlos chuckles, his fingers quickly undoing the hook on your heel and sliding it off your foot. He sets that foot back on the step, the cold tile making you shiver slightly.

Carlos gently pulls your other leg towards him, your dress falling back to expose more than an ideal amount of skin to a man you’ve done nothing but fantasize about. Your foot is resting on his thigh, one hand holding your calf and the other fiddling with the strap. He was leaning in just enough that you could feel his breath on your leg.

He slides the heel off, his hand still resting on your calf. Carlos looks up at you from his position, still on his knee.

“Red is your colour.” He hums, his words sincere and innocent but the way he's looking at you isn't fooling anyone. You hum, a smile on your face as the hand on your thigh slides down to reach for Carlos’ that was making its way up your leg.

“We match.” your fingers ghosting over his skin.

“We do.” His eyes meet yours, his hand grabbing yours when you stand, pulling himself up. You're already walking up the staircase, Carlos following right behind you. “I have not congratulated the couple and you are already pulling me away?” he questions you, teasing you.

You shrug, opening a door to find a bedroom. There were so many rooms, it was hard to keep track.

The moment the door shuts, his hands are on you. Carlos pulls you back to him, your chest pressed to his. His kisses are messy, feverish along your neck as he shifts you back towards the closest surface.

“God, I could not stop thinking about you.” He mumbles against your lips, his hand on the back of your neck. You can’t help the whimper that slips past your lips.

Barely 20 minutes with him and he already knew your body like the back of his hand already.

Your hands tug on his shirt, pulling him closer to you and to close the gap between the two of you. Your lips on his and his hands fumbling with the zipper of your dress. You pull on his shirt again, managing to undo the buttons without just yanking it open.

It’s hot in the room, sticky and the tension builds by the second.

“Needy.” Carlos breaths against your skin, pulling the front of your dress down, lips leaning a trail of sloppy kisses against the warm flesh.

“You, want you.” You manage to get out, pulling Carlos closer to feel something, any sort of friction. It takes less than a second for him to spin you around, your hips pressed into the side of the dresser, your dress bunched up around your waist as Carlos trails his fingers along the back of your thigh painfully slow.

The need for him was trumping any sort of shame you had. Back arching, pushing back on him. You can feel him through his pants, the touch was enough to make you whimper.

Carlos couldn’t take it, he needed to hear you, to feel you.

The panties pushed to the side, a finger rubbing along your soaked pussy. “All this for me?” He leans over your shoulder, the other hand gripping your chin to pull your focus on him.

At that point, you’re nothing more than a whimpering mess and he's barely touched you.

“All this for me?” He repeats himself.

You hum, nodding. Carlos smiles and kisses your shoulder before pushing a finger in. The sound that left your mouth was nothing but sinful and quickly became his favourite sound on the planet.

“Such a good girl.” He hums, moving his finger slowly. “Gonna do that again?”He asks, adding another finger.

Back arched, your hand reaching around to grab him but he pulls away slightly. “Too much already?” He taunts. “Remember who dragged me up here.”

“More.”

“More what?”

“Need you.” you push back on him, feeling his hard cock against your lower back.

“Cat’s got your tongue princesa?” The sound of his belt clinking sent an excited shiver through your spine. “Tell me what you want.”

You turn around, surely you look like a mess but he looked at you like you held the stars. A finger trailing down his bare chest, studying his body for a moment.

“Want you in me.”

Carlos wasted no time pulling your leg up to hook on his hip, half hoisting you up against the dresser. He lined himself up, his lips ghosting over yours when he pushed into you, the same expression of pleasure on both of your faces. Your hands gripping the man in whatever way they could- his arms, his shoulders, your nails digging into his back.

The two of you are so wrapped up in each other.

His arm’s around you, holding you up but you’re leaning back slightly with your back arched. The top half of your dress was pulled down and Carlos made sure to cover your breasts in bites and little marks to make sure you knew who you belonged to. His other hand’s roaming your thigh, sliding up to give your ass a squeeze and pull you closer.

Neither of you noticed the door had opened, your best friend and her new husband equally drunk, all tangled in each other and looking at you two confused. When they managed to process what they saw, they both reached for the door, pulling it shut and shouting a sorry.

Again, you and Carlos failed to notice them at the door until the door shut.

“Okay so we skipped a few steps and dinner” You breathed a laugh, Carlos smiled and shook his head before pulling out to turn you around. He’s got you pressed to the dresser, the wood leaving marks in your skin.

He kisses along your back. “This is better.”

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taglist: @halsteadssneakylink - i blame you for the last half.

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charliemwrites · 5 months

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(losing my fucking mind rn tumblr closed out on me and made me have to rewrite this ask from the beginning 😞😞)

but anyways!!! obedient sitting on johns lap, dozing off in their heavily decorated house (he bought her every holiday themed decoration her lil heart desires, the theme of their house is light and snowy with white tinsel and pretty garlands and fairy lights around every corner, accenting the dark wood floors and oak furniture perfectly <3) the smell of cocoa heavy in the background. price never ever lets her drink, but tonight is an exception. shes cupping a mug of peppermint schnapps in her little hands, sipping on it slowly and price laughs so hard at the sight of his good girl being tipsy, the vibrations of it rumbling through his chest and slightly jostling her; but shes too sleepy and warm, almost asleep from the combination of her keepers big burly arms wrapped around her and the heat in the house being cranked due to the cold outside. shes chatty today, probably because of the drink but mainly because of how excited she is to finally see her owner again. they talk about their days, share stories about childhood holiday experiences (she cant seem to remember hers though..), share lots of little kisses and snuggle each other; watching various winter themed hallmark movies and giggling about how corny they are (she secretly loves them and more than once, price catches her peering up at him from her place on his lap; her big doe eyes staring at him in adoration) shes more than a little drunk when she ends up falling asleep on him in front of the roaring fire. he chuckles to himself and kisses her head, shifting just barely to keep from waking her; as he grabs a big plush throw (one she picked out!!!!!) and spreads it out over them. they wake up the next morning, tangled together and faintly smelling of mint and his cologne. they both get up to go potty a little while after price nags obedient enough; and her legs feel like mush from sleeping on the couch overnight. (even if she technically slept on price, EVEN though their couch could count as a small twin sized bed its so big and cushy) its okay though, because price is off for a week and has time to help his kept bake and cook all day!!!! (rare holiday leave<3, he might get called in but god help whoever he has to face if it means taking away from the time he has with his babygirl) they make lots of cookies, end up feeding each other half of them before they even get to icing them (!!!!! they make a game out of it, seeing who can get more of the unused icing on the others face !!!!!!!!!!!); and price hasnt seen his pet this happy; ever. if only he had time off all the time!!! oh. oh. he wont bring it up just yet, but retiring is starting to sound like a good idea…

-🎄🎄anon (happy holidays love!!!!!!!)

Oh I hate when tumblr does that, you’re a trooper for rewriting it. Fun fact, if my computer doesn’t save something I’ve written, I just about abandon the whole project. It’s only happened a couple times, but it drives me a special kind of crazy.

Now for this little Drabble I’m utterly obsessed with. 🎄🎄?? This is brilliant. Ever since @ceilidho made that bear!price fic, I’ve been yearning to just hibernate through the damn winter with this man. I love everything about this, no notes. Just a deep deep need to have this experience.

#asks #thoughts™️#cod #keeper/kept au #keeper price #🎄🎄 anon

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softlyspector · 2 years

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Thank you so so much for your fantastic headcanon🥰🥰. Do you have any more about the Moon Boys? Maybe their likes and dislikes? It can be about anything, from people to food to movies etc. It’s entirely up to you. And i’ll definitely watch Triple Frontier

of course! here are a couple:

marc loves any kind of jewish food. it connects him to good memories of his childhood.

jake also really likes it but he’ll choose pizza and coffee over almost anything else.

steven has very british tastes. he doesn’t have the same connection to food as marc or even jake but he samples the things they like. he’s a big tea drinker and doesn’t really like coffee.

steven loves romcoms. comedies? fine. romances? fine. romcoms? that’s the shit.

steven obviously also has seen about a million documentaries. he still prefers reading and researching himself to watching docs though - especially if it’s about an interest like Egypt

jake also likes romcoms though he won’t admit it. he cries over hallmark movies.

jake likes those ocean docs. he complains about the fish all the time but he’s obsessed with the ocean. watches them with his cat.

marc likes horror movies. but he likes the really gory jump scare ones where everything is so obviously fake.

marc has been known to complain about the things steven watches but then actively watches and remembers details from it. the equivalent of dads standing by the tv watching whatever is on, complaining and refusing to sit down but also not not watching it

jake and marc are co-conscious to watch baseball together a lot of the time

jake is pretty quiet, until he starts talking. he does the very american thing of just talking to random people he doesn’t know about whatever comes to mind

steven talks the most of all of them. he wants friends. he likes talking to people and connecting with them over shared interests. hes the most outgoing. gushes a lot.

marc is the shy one. and the quietest. harder to get to know and kind of private.

that being said if marc is comfortable enough the walls come down and he can gush about something as well as steven

while steven is a bit messy it’s an organized chaos - he knows where everything is so don’t move it around

marc thinks he’s the neat one until he’s given the space not to be. he can be quite messy but with things like clothes on the floor, some dishes in the sink, socks left on the couch. important things are always in their proper place.

jake’s never gotten to have his own things so when he finally does he goes a bit over board. becomes a bit of a materialist.

jake is 100% a cat dad

steven loves the cat - is suspicious how she always knows it’s him and not jake

marc pretends to only tolerate the cat but is secretly in love too

all three are protective in their own ways of each other and their partners but steven is less overbearingly so, jake is a sassy snarky pretends he doesn’t care but cares so much, marc is anxiety riddled low level of panic at all times

#bec talks #moon knight #marc spector #jake lockley #steven grant #marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader #jake lockley x reader

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ingek73 · 5 months

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‘In the manner of a Hallmark movie, Diana is marked for death at every turn – you know, just in case you are unaware of the fate of the most famous woman in the world and have forgotten the frenzy of grief that gripped the country thereafter. She is, in The Crown’s telling of it, a virtual saint: see her talk about landmines! See her play normal middle-class games with her beloved boys! See her fall in love with sweet Dodi Fayed! See her furrowed brow as she takes the sensible advice of her therapist on board and pledges to start a new life as soon as she gets home from Paris and away from these villainous paparazzi who are following her into this tunnel! And thus the postmortem convulsions of an entire country are presented as no more than her due. By the time she has called William and Harry, the point has been so laboured that this is the last communication they will have with their mother that there might as well be a news ticker along the bottom of the screen screaming in capitals “TUNNEL COMING! SHE GONNA DIE SO BAD!”

And yet the worst is still to come: after her death, Ghost Diana appears to Prince Charles and then to the Queen as a kind of ministering angel, illuminating for them the way and the light and the best way of tending to the mood of the people, to whose every individual heart she has always had a direct hotline. She thanks Charles “for being so raw, broken and handsome” in the hospital when he saw her body. “I’ll take that with me,” she adds. My notes at this point are indecipherable, which is just as well, as I suspect what they say would be unprintable. By the time Ghost Diana takes the Queen’s hand and gently whispers “You’ve always shown us what it meant to be British. Maybe it’s time to learn, too”, and prompts her to cave in to the headline’s demand to “Show us you care, Ma’am”, I am having quite the out-of-body experience myself.

#the crown #the crown spoilers #the crown season 6 #princess diana #queen elizabeth ii #prince charles

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tame-a-messenger · 22 days

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i'm listening to the perfect person podcast that has angela as a special guest and she literally just mentioned damien. I didn't even finished listening because the second she did I ran here to tell you about.

I swear to god she can't not not mention him. it's so cute how he's always on her mind.

it's a really good episode and she and miles (the host) really got along super well so if you want to give a listen I super recommend. she mentions damien close to the end.

the timestamp it's right about 48:20.

I think I've watched this clip 100 times by now!

(THANKS SO MUCH FOR RUNNING TO TELL ME. y'all are literally the BEST!<3)

Dude I was mostly joking about her being obsessed with him, looks like it's slightly joking now LMAO

(CONTEXT-> (A woman called in asking what she should do about a woman that said they were soulmates.(WLW) She said she got blackout drunk at a wedding and doesn't remember what her and the woman talked about, but the woman said she should look up "the Red String Theory")^

I love that the Host (Miles) starts to slowly understand that Angela had a similar experience^ with DAMIEN, a guy he's met before, and had on his show. At (49:01) is when you can really tell he thinks this is going the same direction as the previous story lmao. (my man was practically squealing, kicking his feet and shit) And him being so exited about what she said to her being so worried about what she said-

-Just for what she said to him to be how grateful she was for him <3<3<3 MY HEART <3 THAT IS THE CUTEST THING <3

(You can't convince me that is anything BUT the script to a Hallmark Christmas Movie)

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Her being so worried about what she said ~

It's interesting to note that the Damangela Drought started this year. After the Smosh Christmas Party, just an odd coincidence? probably..

#(delusional?)#(delusional)#OBSESSED #Damien Haas #Angela Giarratana #Smosh #Damngela Dynamic Enjoyer #Smosh Games #Smosh Pit #Damangela #Damien and Angela #Damien x Angela #Damngela #Damien/Angela #smoshblr #Damien has talked about how hard the holidays are for him #so it makes sense that Ang telling him how much she loves him and is really grateful for him #touched him that much <3

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14carrotghoul · 5 months

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Seven Sentence Sunday

Thank you to @ssmtskw @cultofsappho and @bitbybitwrites for tagging me! I've been bouncing between WIPs a LOT and now my attention is lasered on this Christmas-y best friends/fake dating WIP because my mom watched way too many Hallmark movies over the holiday! Also the beginning is lowkey dedicated to anyone fighting for their life on dating apps 😔

Alex's dating life is admittedly disastrous. There was Annie, who was wonderful until she started stealing Henry's designer clothes and selling them on Poshmark. Kayleigh, who was completely obsessed with anything and everything Kardashian and/or Jenner. Mina, who tried way too hard to make Henry her fabulous Gay Best Friend. Then, Alex had the audacity to give Henry a flicker of hope when he came out as bi and broadened his dating pool, but the fool still had horrible taste that disqualified Henry. Brandon, who was probably the original Man Holding a Fish on Tinder and had a gross Latin fetish. Chase the overworked line cook – he was okay, just intense, which was a bad combination with Alex's own intensity.

No pressure tagging @sherryvalli @indomitable-love @inexplicablymine @read-and-write- @happiness-of-the-pursuit @cha-melodius @affectionatelyrs @myheartalivewrites @tintagel-or-cockleshells @suseagull04 @xthelastknownsurvivorx <3

#rwrb fic #my wips #brandons have historically been awful in my life #specifically Brandon Bs that play the saxophone

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butraura · 2 months

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I wanna know what’s the proposal about👀

ZJHDSKFHKJFHD thank you for asking !! <3

classic situation where they’re planning on proposing to the other. Bobby, Chim, Maddie are in on Buck’s side but are sworn to secrecy. Hen, Karen, Athena are on Eddie’s side and are sworn to secrecy.

He wonders if Buck would think it was a premature decision. Maybe, that it was far too early in their relationship to propose; but the truth is that Eddie would have done it years ago. Long before they first kissed; certainly long before they ever admitted having feelings.

Eddie has been in love with Buck for almost the same amount of time that he’s known him. That afternoon he woke up after being shot, Eddie wanted to ask him to marry him right then, hospital gown and all. If not for fear that he’d ruin their relationship, he would have told him.

The fact that he was in a relationship with Ana at the time is neither here nor there. Eddie is mature enough to admit that he was far more absent in that relationship than she deserved; also that she was far less than he needed. He needed Buck. He wanted Buck.

They’ve been together (in an actual, clearly defined relationship) for seven months (and four days, but who’s counting?). It was an inconsequential Tuesday; Christopher had just gone to bed and the two of them were in the kitchen cleaning the dishes together. It was a routine, of sorts, because they often spent their free evenings in the same way. Buck would cook, they’d help Christopher with his homework, they’d watch a movie or some TV, then they’d get Chris to sleep. Then: dishes, tidying the living room, preparing the couch for Buck to sleep in.

It was always the same. It was always comfortable. It was so domestic, they could have been the family in a Hallmark movie.

Buck and Natalia had just broken up not long ago. Eddie suspected that the man was slightly bothered by the whole thing, but not so much so that spent his time woefully sad about it. The fact is, Natalia did not, in fact, see Buck the way he wanted to be seen.

She saw his trauma and accepted it. But, what’s more, is that she was obsessed with it. She didn’t leave well enough alone, she was always reopening old wounds. She didn’t let him heal.

Buck spent many nights at Eddie’s, pretending that he had to be there for reasons he couldn’t explain. And Eddie, always up for time with Buck, would back him up. It became a problem when she, half-heartedly, made a comment about him cheating on her with Eddie. Buck couldn’t believe his ears and was offended that she’d even insinuate it. Their relationship was a boat on rocky waters for several weeks after that; the final straw was when he’d gotten hurt at work (it was a superficial wound, really, and hardly worrisome), and she’d joked, “at least it wasn’t lightning”.

She practically ended it herself, then.

Days later, that’s when Eddie kissed Buck.

#buddie #wip #wip game #watchyourbuck #buck x eddie #fanfiction #evan buckley #eddie diaz #911

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onthewaytosomewhere · 3 months

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WIP Wednesday

Alright so I said Monday @typicalopposite I would turn your belated Sentence Sunday (on Monday) tag into this so here goes! (also I didn't forget - but it may have been a near-thing lol)

I opened a WIP doc on Sunday I think so I could snatch a bookstore name from it, for my collegeAU, as it was my bookshopowner!Henry Hockeyplayer!Alex fic (that may be inspired by one of my fave hallmark movies lol) and well that apparently lead to me fleshing out more deets on the outline and writing like 1500 words now in between other things (i may have been typing in it while waiting on hold yesterday but nobody saw so no one knows lol)

So the blurb ya get is from bookshopowner!Henry Hockeyplayer!Alex fic - yay!

Henry unlocks the doors of the bookshop, just like he does every day, although who knows for how much longer if business doesn’t pick up. His first few years in business here were outstanding, the area thriving and in need of a bookshop. Of course, it wasn’t long before he wasn’t the only bookshop in the area anymore. The only good thing about the shop being slower is that he has more time to work on his book when he isn’t obsessively straightening or worrying about how to stay in business. He opens the doors, and Bea breezes in and hands him the cup of tea she bought for him. As they walk towards the till, Bea starts what is a common refrain of hers when she is in town, “Hen, you really must get at least some sort of tea and coffee station in here; maybe it would help bring in some more business. Something to distinguish this place from the other shops that opened here.” She and Pez have (drunken on Pez’s part, just big-sisterly annoyingly on Bea’s) brainstorm sessions regularly, and they are continually convinced this is the solution to his problem. Luckily, this time, he doesn’t have to get into the discussion, as the bell over the door signifies a customer entering, and Bea heads into the office. “Hello, welcome to (name of bookshop). Is there anything I can help you find?” Henry looks over to the door and sees the confused look on the handsome gentleman’s face. He walks over to be ready to assist him, and as he approaches, the man looks over, and the grin that forms on his lips nearly makes Henry’s knees weak. “Ya’ll have any books on hockey for young kids? I need a book related to my career for this school event I let my sister wrangle me into.” If the man’s grin makes Henry weak in the knees, his velvety voice is a whole other book, and this one may belong in the pornography section if he stocked one. He imagines the romance section is best for it since he is well on his way to being enamoured and knows absolutely nothing about the man. He needs to thwart this book before it hits the presses.

alrigh so now time to tag all my mutuals that don't appear to have posted anything yet, with no-pressure tags cuz that's how this game is played lol

@priincebutt, @duchessdepolignaca03, @hgejfmw-hgejhsf, & @adreamareads (you had to know that one was coming lol)

oh and @typicalopposite in case ya don't get another tag for today - which seems unlikely - tagging ya back (even if it's for that psych!fic ya got going cuz that may be relevant to my interests as well lol)

#wip wednesday #red white and royal blue #firstprince #rwrb fic #wip snippet #this one may end up dsitracting me from my others #who knows #maybe it will be happy to just have some written in it now

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mermaidsirennikita · 3 months

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Sorry if I missed it, but do you have any recs for diverse body types? Like either the hero, heroine, or both who are fat or chubby? Thank you!

Yes!

Historical:

Nine Rules to Break When Romancing a Rake by Sarah MacLean. A classic! Callie is canonically fat, ends up pursuing the nine things she's always wanted to do before committing to spinsterhood, and the local rake ends up getting entangled in her adventures. One of my favorite moments in this book is when she tries to disguise herself as a man by wearing trousers during a fencing moment, and he sees her ass and is like "that is NOT a man".

A Rogue By Any Other Name by Sarah MacLean. It isn't as obvious in this book, but I think it's pretty clear that Penelope is more full-figured, and boy is Bourne about it.

Brazen and the Beast by Sarah MacLean. Hattie is fat, and this is one of the only historicals that actually has a plus-size model on the cover and the stepback. She's gorgeous, yay! (And it's such a great stepback.)

Knockout by Sarah MacLean. Another one where the model actually is a legit plus-size model, and a lot of the book is kind of like... big girl wish fulfillment in a great way, imo? It's very touching in a manner I don't think people will get if they haven't been there. Imogen doesn't have all this "I'm fat" angst, she's confident, but her sore point is being made to feel that she's too much in every way? Like, she's too brash, she's too bold, and her big personality on top of a bigger body just makes her too much. Like she should shrink in some way to balance it out. And Tommy is like, carrying her around, protecting her, adoring her. Ugh, it's a lOT.

The Truth About Cads and Dukes by Elisa Braden. Jane is fat, and she considers herself plain. What she doesn't realize, after she enters into a marriage of convenience with local icy duke Harrison, is that he is like. Physically. OBSESSED. He doesn't know much about her personality lmao, but he is BARELY holding it together whenever she does one of her innocent double entendres. (In like, the scene where he's trying to propose a fix it marriage, she's all "and you wouldn't know what's inside my mind unless you'd been inside ME" and he's like, desperately coughing to keep himself together while she has noooo idea why he's so upset lmao.)

Contemporary:

The Brown Sisters trilogy by Talia Hibbert. All three heroines are plus size. There are other cool aspects of rep Talia addresses as well--Chloe Brown has chronic pain, Dani Brown is bi, Eve Brown is autistic (and so is her hero). These are really fun, really good, really sexy books. I think Act Your Age, Eve Brown may be my favorite, though.

The Princess Trap by Talia Hibbert. This is another Talia book with a fat Black heroine who is totally aware of her own appeal and confident as hell. She ends up in a fake engagement situation with a prince (who is, I should add, in trouble because a tape leaked of him and his previous girlfriend getting up to Certain Things That Some Unjustly Consider Abnormal, and also mentioning his bisexuality) and it all goes from there. He has an oral fixation, btw.

Tastes Like Shakkar by Nisha Sharma. This is recent and so cute! It's a Much Ado About Nothing retelling wherein the hero and heroine, of course, hate each other, but have to work together because she's planning her bestie's wedding and he is the chef (and also best friends with the groom). And someone's trying to sabotage the wedding, so that's also an issue. He ALSO has a particular interest that I really appreciate seeing in books with fat heroines, personally.

A Merry Little Meet Cute by Sierra Simone and Julie Murphy. Christmasy, but works all year round imo. The heroine is a plus sized adult film star with a super popular OF-style account, but she wants to break into mainstream. So she gets this opportunity to fill in for an actress on a Hallmark-style Christmas movie, and jumps in. Except oops, the hero, who's a fallen boy bander, is VERY familiar with her work... Super body positive and hot, love it.

Possession by Adriana Anders. Omg love this book. The heroine is a rising actress, and she's in a totally platonic, PR marriage of convenience with this A-list, "sexiest man alive" type star. Then he gets caught on tape doing Stuff and Things with a woman who looks super similar to her. Obviously, they're not really together, but it looks like cheating, so he rans off to a camp to... be himself. She chases him down, and it's super super hot and emotional and there's consensual kidnapping!

Gothic-y Paranormal-y:

The Thornchapel Series by Sierra Simone has six leads (five of whom have POVs). One of the POV characters is a plus size model who's just acknowledged as like, the hottest person around. TW for a million things, but this heroine does have a strong recovery from a past sexual assault ARC.

There are romance novels with fat heroes, obviously, but they are much fewer and further between, and if I'm super real, I've yet to read one wherein the focus wasn't like "the hero and heroine are both fat and the main thing they talk about is being fat", which is not something I personally like to read. It's not that I don't want to read about two fat people falling in love--I do. But I don't like it when that's like... the main point of the story aside from the romance.

#romance novel blogging #book recs #romance novels

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keldae · 4 months

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The Mistletoe Trap

Drastic times called for drastic measures. Or that's what Jonas insisted from his precarious perch atop a pilfered desk chair that he was currently standing on, in the middle of the dorm lounge, stretching to drive a thumbtack into the dorm ceiling. “Trust me, this will totally work!”

Lana dubiously looked up at him, arms crossed and blonde eyebrow raised. “Are you sure it won't just make things awkward with them?"

“Even those two idiots have to clue in with this!” Jonas hopped off the chair and stepped back to survey his handiwork. “I mean, this is a central element in every cheesy romance movie set around Christmas. Guy encounters girl, guy and girl both look up and realize they're under thr mistletoe, guy and girl kiss, guy and girl realize they're in love…”

“And are you an expert in Hallmark movies?” Lana asked, brushing a lock of blonde hair out of her eyes.

“I have a mother who's obsessed with those movies,” Jonas answered. “I learn things by osmosis. Besides, you only need to see one Hallmark movie to figure out the plot for all of them…”

“You're not wrong,” Lana conceded. She looked over her shoulder as Koth emerged from his room, shrugging his jacket on. “What do you think? Do we have a chance of setting our favourite idiots up with this?”

Koth craned his neck to look up at the mistletoe and frowned. “Isn't it supposed to be in a doorway, instead of the middle of a room?”

Jonas groaned. “I spent long enough fighting to get it to stay up there without falling! Can't we break tradition just this once?”

“Nope. If we're doing a mistletoe set-up, we gotta do it right.” Koth jumped up on the desk chair and pried the thumbtack, with its precious burden of mistletoe, out of the ceiling. He paused and dubiously eyed the little pin. “... This will be a pain to stick into the doorframe.”

“Nothing some tape can't fix,” Lana said with a nod. She hurried down the hallway to her room, and returned a minute later with a roll of tape in her hands. “Just don't use all of it, mind.”

“You're the best.” Koth dragged the chair over to the entrance of the dorm lounge and clambered back onto the seat. “Am I centre-ish?”

Jonas stepped back and tilted his head. “Bit to the left… no, no, my left… smidge more… there, that's about as centred as you're gonna get. I'm too lazy to find a measuring tape to make sure.”

“Works for me!” Koth started taping up the mistletoe, making sure to leave most of it dangling in the doorway. “How's the rest of the decorating coming along, do you know?”

“Mako and Vette were working on what they say will be the most epic paper chain to grace a dorm floor,” Lana said. “And I think Kira and Xaja are in charge of paper snowflakes. A pity we have no space in here for a tree…”

“Or budget,” Jonas added. “Being that we're all broke college students.” He watched as Koth jumped back down from the chair, mistletoe in place, then grinned. “Shall we find covert watching positions so we can observe our handiwork?”

“Great, give them both performance anxiety,” Koth snorted. “They'll both appreciate that so much.”

Jonas snorted a laugh. “That's why I said covert, moron.” He sharply looked to the front door as he heard the sound of a keycard on the security panel. “Quick, that might be them!”

The trio scrambled for the shelter of the couches, and by unspoken agreement, all pretended to be intently interested in their phones. They could hear the sounds of two pairs of feet coming down the hallway, around the corner, and pausing at the entrance to the lounge…

“Oh, hell no,” Thexan's voice sounded. “Go ahead, Arcann, I insist.”

“Why do you insist I–?” There was a pause before Arcann groaned. “Ah. Yeah, there is no way in hell I'm kissing you, Thexan.”

Suppressing her disappointment that the intended targets weren't the ones who had arrived first, Lana looked up. “You know you two would have gotten a pass, right?” she asked. “Being literal brothers and all.”

“I dated a girl in high school who was really into a particular subset of the Supernatural fandom,” Thexan answered. “And I don't mean the Destiel shippers. I've had trust issues ever since I caught her quizzing Arcann on some very personal questions.”

“Ewww.” Jonas looked up from his phone. “Yeah, valid. Now shoo so we can wait for the actual targets.”

“You mean the two who were walking back from the cafeteria?” Thexan grinned. “You guys are not subtle at all about this. I mean, waiting for them?”

“Subtlety isn't working!” Koth complained. “We gotta go for the obvious now.”

“I still say we should lock them in a closet,” Arcann commented as he dropped his book bag by Jonas’ couch. “Or set up a blind date for each of them.”

“If they haven't figured it out by spring break, we'll try the closet,” Lana promised. “By then there should be enough sexual tension pent up…”

“What are we talking about with sexual tension?” A horned head poked itself into the lounge, a huge grin on its face.

“I thought I told you to fuck out of here and not come back again last week, Gault!” Lana snapped, amber eyes flashing angrily.

“I'm an invited guest!” Gault protested. “Hylo said I could come in!”

“Not if you two are going to lock me out of my room for three hours while you have sex and then have a blow-up fight!”

“That was one little argument–”

“At one in the morning, that woke both me and Torian up,” Koth interjected, scowling.

“So the timing wasn't ideal,” Gault said with a shrug. “Sorry for disturbing your beauty sleep.” He glanced upward and grinned. “Awww, but you lot can't be that hard-up about it! Look what's on the ceiling!”

“Not for you,” Jonas interrupted. “It's a trap for Theron and Xaja!”

“We’ll break it in for them!” Gault cheerily grinned, then darted through the lounge to Hylo and Lana's room, pounding on her door.

Lana sighed in frustration, jaw visibly clenched. “If he turns up dead one day, I had nothing to do with it,” she growled.

“We'll help with the alibi,” Koth nodded, watching as Hylo emerged from the room with her brow wrinkled. The frown turned into a grin from the Mirialan as she followed Gault under the mistletoe; the Devaronian took the opportunity to dip Hylo for a passionate kiss.

“Get a room!” Jonas hollered over when the kissing didn't seem to abate after a few seconds.

“And not mine!” Lana added indignantly. “Again!” She looked over at Jonas. “I'm much more sympathetic toward Theron now…”

“I don't lock him out that often!” Jonas protested. “And the one time I did led to him meeting his soulmate, so…”

Gault finally straightened up from the kiss and let Hylo up to catch her breath. “See? We're wingmaning for you, Lana–” His eyes suddenly went wide, and he booked it for the safety of the front door, fleeing Lana's wrath as the blonde started to get to her feet.

Hylo watched her boyfriend escape, then shrugged at Lana. “He's not wrong?” she said with a little chuckle. “It's just his way of helping – and look at that, I need to be in the library right now!” She fled after Gault, with a bit of a laugh, as Lana snarled something entirely unprintable at her back.

“... The library?” Thexan asked as the door slammed shut behind the couple. “She hasn't set foot in the library since term started!”

“You'd know, considering you live there,” Arcann commented.

“Very funny,” Thexan muttered, then looked over as the front door opened and closed again. “Is that finally them?”

“Get over here in case it is!” Koth hissed. “Act natural!”

“Gawking is natural, for having just watched Hylo and Gault apparently make back up,” Arcann commented with a grin. Still, he sat down on the arm of Jonas' couch, as Thexan hurried over to flop beside Koth. Still grumbling, Lana sat back down and scowled at her phone like it was responsible for her roommate woes.

And not a second too soon – Theron Shan was the next person to poke his head into the lounge, not realizing he was directly under the mistletoe trap. “Well, don't we look conspiratal,” he commented, looking at the cluster of students on the couches. “We planning evil things here?”

“Just concerning my roommate and the douchebag she's dating,” Lana grumbled. “Do you know of a good place to dump a body?”

“Xaja says she watches true crime shows,” Theron suggested, as the aforementioned redhead popped up beside him. “You got an idea for a good place to dispose of Gault or Hylo?”

“I owe Hylo one for that troubleshooting with my car the other week, so I can't help murder her,” Xaja said. “Gault, on the other hand, I can definitely help dispose of.” She paused, frowning at the widening grins being sent at her and Theron. “... What? Do I have something in my teeth?”

“Theron could help with that, if you do,” Jonas innocently suggested.

Theron promptly sputtered in mortified indignation. “I – what?!”

“Look up,” Thexan said with a smirk.

Both Theron and Xaja glanced upward – a second later, Xaja squeaked, her cheeks going as red as her hair. “Is that… which one of you assholes hung up mistletoe?!” Beside her, Theron seemed to be at a loss for words, eyes wide and mouth dropped open.

“Doesn't matter,” Koth said, grinning impishly. “To quote from the third Pirates of the Caribbean movie – just kiss!”

“It needs to be cleansed after watching Hylo and Gault make out under it,” Lana added in a mutter.

“But– we're not–!” Xaja yelped. “Hylo and Gault are at least a thing! Theron and I aren't!”

“Being a ‘thing’ isn't part of the mistletoe rules,” Arcann retorted, laughing. “Or are you two chicken?”

“We aren't chicken!” Theron piped up, indignant despite the flush to his cheeks. “We just… uh…” He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “... Which one of you assholes had this idea?”

“Does that matter?” Jonas all but cackled. “Kiss her already!”

Theron softly groaned, then turned to look at Xaja, who seemed to have become very focused on a random spot on his hoodie shoulder. “Erm… listen, I'm sorry about this…” he started to say.

“No, uh, it's… it's okay. It's definitely not your doing.” Xaja looked up from her visual examination of his hoodie, still bright red. She hesitated, then glared in the direction of the couches and the pair's eagerly-watching audience. “Do you fuckers have to sit there and watch like that?”

“What, do you have performance issues?” Jonas grinned evilly. “I'm reasonably sure Theron won't care about that–”

“Forget Gault – I'm murdering you,” Xaja growled. She looked back up at Theron. “You can look forward to a single room next semester.”

“Works for me,” Theron agreed, giving Jonas a malevolent glare. He shifted awkwardly, then quickly stooped to give Xaja a brief peck on the lips, seemingly before he could lose his nerve.

“Awww, come on!” Koth complained. “That barely counted as a kiss!”

“If you dumbasses weren't fucking staring at us…” Theron snapped.

Koth sighed dramatically. “Fine, if we all look away, are you two actually gonna kiss properly?”

“You know,” Jonas commented, “if you're the one with the performance issues, Theron, I'm sure Xaja will be happy to help you out with–”

“I will kill you dead, Balkar.” Theron glared at his roommate and former best friend, then caught Xaja in his arms and stooped to give her a dramatic, lingering kiss. She squeaked as she was pulled into his embrace, then seemed to wrap her arms around his neck and return the kiss, apparently trying very hard to ignore the whistles and chorus of “Awwww"s from their dormmates.

They finally came apart after a few seconds, seemingly trying to regain both breath and coherent thought before Xaja looked over at their audience. “Happy now?” she growled, more than a little bit of bite in her tone.

“Immensely,” Lana answered with a little laugh. “Now shoo so we can wait for our next victims. If that pre-med student Archiban comes in here next with this week's girlfriend…”

“We hate you all,” Theron announced, as he and Xaja tried to make their way to their respective rooms with as much dignity as they could muster. “Sleep with one eye open until the end of term.”

Jonas laughed, then as the pair vanished into their rooms, sobered up slightly. “I'm gonna die, but this was totally worth it.” He looked over at Arcann and Thexan. “Hey guys, can I crash with you for the rest of week so Theron doesn't kill me in my sleep?”

“As long as you're prepared to deal with Arcann's snoring,” Thexan said with a grin. He paused, looking at the mistletoe contemplatively. “... Did we overdo it?”

“Nah.” Koth laughed and stood up. “Someone got a picture of that, right? Kira will be so pissed that she missed it.”

Jonas grinned and flourished his phone. “Sending it to the group chat as we speak. And if they aren't dating officially by the end of winter break, I may smack Theron upside the head until he comes to his senses and asks her out.”

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