#shes very great trust me i love her 💕

[blackholelynn]

We were watching Stranger Things when a Demogorgon opened up its mouth and screamed at the camera, and my best friend, in the most earnest tone, says, "It would be so much easier if human assholes opened like that to let the shit out."

And then was surprised when my only reaction was "😃😆😃 WHAT????" And then her brother agreed????

Like please tell me I'm not crazy because to me that sounds horrifying, and I need validation that other people also found it horrifying. If nothing else, y'all have to hear it since I had to lmao

#lynn shitposts #personal #i may make a tag of her very own because this is NOT the first out of pocket thing #shes very great trust me i love her 💕 #and i too have insane sentences sometimes #but this one horrified me to my core #stranger things #demogorgan

[springtyme]

Hey luv, hope all is well. So, I just previously read your spencer x girly!reader and I absolutely loved them. While reading the chess part, an idea sparked.

So if possible could you do something similar where Spencie boy and girly!reader are playing chess and she is obviously frustrated or something because she doesn’t understand. So being the amazing boy wonder he is, Spencer secretly acts like he had no good moves and the reader just starts pointing out the moves he could make not knowing he can clearly see those moves and he lets the reader win making her super excited and happy and immediately sets the board back and starts another game.

I just think it would be so cute to see how Spencer would just gaze at and admire the reader as she is focused and asks questions. If this is too confusing or too similar to the original chess part no worries. It’s simply a mere thought I had. Do with it what you please!!!

Love your works and your blog 🥰🤗

𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐨𝐲 ♡

Thank you so much, hun ♡ I't makes me so happy to hear that you liked the other ones, I've had so much fun with them. And thank you so much for this request, it's such a cute scenario!

Spencer Reid x girly!reader|| Masterlist || Spencer playlist

summary: Spencer truly can’t believe how lucky he is to have you in his life. With you, everything just feels so natural, despite him being in completely foreign waters. You keep being patient with him, every step of the way. With you, everything just falls into place, like the missing piece of a puzzle finally fitting snugly into its spot. All he ever want to do is make you smile, even when it means that he has to lose in chess on purpose. Part one & part two 💕

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a/n: I was actually in a chess club in school, but we did not play chess, so sorry if the chess parts aren’t very accurate, I tried my best, lol.

Spencer watches you intently, his heart swelling with adoration at the sight of you trying your best. He can see the determination in your eyes, the way you furrow your brow in concentration, and it only deepens the love he feels for you. Your stained lips pouting sweetly as you contemplate your next move

You let out an exasperated sigh, leaning back in your chair with a frustrated expression. “I just don’t understand this game, Spence. I feel like I’m making all the wrong moves,” you sigh, moving your knight in a random direction. “At this point I‘m just making moves for the sake of it.”

Spencer can’t help but smile at your frustration, finding it endearing how you get so worked up over a game of chess. Moving your knight wasn’t the best move you could have made, but he doesn’t want to tell you that, and it wasn’t the worst move either. He reaches out to gently place his hand on top of yours, giving it a reassuring squeeze, but he lets his fingers linger for a little while. It always manages to surprise him how soft your skin is, and how it feels so warm and comforting beneath his touch.

You look up at him, your pretty eyes meeting his gaze and Spencer feels how his heart skips a beat at the way your lashes flutter against your cheeks.

“Hey, don’t be so hard on yourself. Some people use their entire life to master this game, and you’ve only been playing for a few weeks,” he reminds you. “You’re doing great, and trust me, you’re not as lost as you think you are.”

You smile softly at his reassurance. “So, what I’m hearing you say is that if I keep going, there’s still a chance that I can be a big old chess nerd like you?” you tease, nudging him playfully.

Spencer chuckles at your teasing, loving the way you always manage to make him laugh, something he hasn’t always had an easy time with. “Hey, being a nerd isn’t that bad, okay?”

“No, it’s not,” you agree, leaning in closer to him. “In fact, I think it’s kind of cute.” Spencer’s heart flutters at your words, feeling a warmth spread through him at the way you look at him with such affection.

Spencer knows many things, arguably too many things, but he will never be able to understand what you see in him, you’re so beautiful and confident and always so kind to everyone, there is no doubt in his mind that you are way, way out of his league, but he is grateful every day that you, for whatever reason, chose him.

“I’m glad you think so,” he mumbles, a slight blush dusting his cheeks at your words.

“I actually think you’re very cute, you know,” you say playfully, reaching up to brush a stray lock of hair out of his face with a gentle touch. Spencer can feel his heart racing in his chest as he looks into your eyes, seeing nothing but love and admiration reflected back at him.

He leans in closer to you, unable to resist the magnetic pull that always seems to bring you both together. Your lips meet in a soft, tender kiss, filled with all the love and affection that Spencer feels for you. In that moment, nothing else matters except for the two of you and the way your hearts beat as one.

As you pull away, a smile tugs at the corners of Spencer’s lips, a smile that only you can bring out in him. “I love you,” he whispers, his voice filled with sincerity and warmth.

“I love you too, Spence,” you respond, your eyes shining with your own smile, bright and full of happiness.

Spencer will never be able to wrap his head around why you love him, but damn he is glad and forever grateful that you do. If he could travel back in time and tell his younger self that he would find someone as amazing and wonderful as you - that someone as beautiful and kind hearted as you would ever love him, he wouldn’t have believed it, he would probably think that it was some kind of cruel joke. But here you are.

It’s overwhelming, really, the love and adoration he feels for you in every fiber of his being. He never knew he could feel this way about someone, never knew that someone could make him feel so alive and complete. The fact that he feels so at home and normal with another person in his life is beyond anything he could have ever imagined.

But with you, everything just feels so natural, despite him being in completely foreign waters, you keep being patient with him every step of the way and with you by his side, it doesn’t seem so daunting anymore. With you, everything just falls into place, like the missing piece of a puzzle finally fitting snugly into its spot.

“Oh, you got something…” you whisper, almost more to yourself than him. He is confused for a short second, until he feels your thumb brush against the corner of his mouth, wiping away the trace of lipstick that had transferred from your lips to his. Spencer chuckles at the realization, feeling a warm rush of affection for you. “There…” you say with a soft smile.

Spencer can’t help but chuckle at the tender gesture, feeling a surge of warmth behind his chest.

“You can’t keep distracting me like this,” you tease, leaning in closer to him with a mischievous glint in your eye. “I’m actually trying to beat you at this game, you know.”

Spencer’s smile widens at your playful tone, a twinkle in his eye as he looks at you. “Who says I’m going to make it easy for you?” he responds, his voice laced with amusement.

“You did! You literally said that you would go easy on me,” you pout, crossing your arms in mock annoyance.

Spencer laughs, a sound that fills the room with joy. “Okay, okay, I may have said that,” he concedes, “but, I don’t think you really need me to, you know. You’re a lot smarter than you give yourself credit for, and I wouldn’t be surprised if you ended up beating me at my own game someday.”

“I doubt that,” you mumble, looking back at the board with furrowed brows.

Spencer leans back in his chair, watching you with admiration as you study the board, he can see the gears turning in your head. He knows what move he should be doing, the move that could make him win the game, but he isn’t really interested in that.

“Well, it looks like I’m running out of options,” he say, feigning defeat as he moves his bishop into a vulnerable position.

You glance up at him. “You could have moved your rook to that square and set up a potential checkmate in a few moves,”you point out, sounding both surprised and proud that you saw the possible move.

Spencer had, of course, seen that it would have been the right move to make, but he wanted to give you a chance to shine, and to prolong the game. Seeing the pride and satisfaction in your eyes is worth more than winning any game ever could.

“Oh, you’re right,” he says, trying to sound surprised, like he hadn’t seen that move multiple rounds in advance. But he must not be a very convincing actor, and he can’t help but smile as he watches the look of realization dawn on your face.

You roll your eyes playfully, seeing right through his act. “You’re such a goof, Spence,” you giggle, shaking your head in amusement. “But thank you for giving me a chance to show off a little.”

“I guess I just wanted to give you a fighting chance,” he says, leaning in closer to you.

You playfully swat at his arm, a laugh escaping your lips. “Dork,” you tease, but there’s a fondness in your tone that makes his heart swell with even more love for you, and he leans in to place a gentle kiss on your forehead, before leaning back again to look at you, his heart overflowing with adoration for you.

You playfully roll your eyes, but there’s a hint of gratitude in your expression. “Well, thanks for the favor,” you say with a smile, moving your queen in a strategic position that surprises Spencer.

He raises an eyebrow in surprise at your move, impressed by your strategic thinking. “Oh, someone’s feeling confident now, huh?” he teases, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

You shrug nonchalantly, a mischievous glint in your eyes. “Well, you did say you weren’t going to go easy on me,” you quip, moving your pieces with a newfound determination.

Spencer watches you closely, his heart filled with pride at the way you’re starting to grasp the game more and more and making better and better strategic moves. He can’t help but admire your intelligence and quick thinking, feeling a sense of awe at the way you surprise him at every turn.

And yes, he might go a little easy on you from time to time, but he can see that you’re starting to understand the game on a deeper level. And that, to him, is worth more than winning a game of chess ever could.

As the game progresses, Spencer can see the determination in your eyes, the way you carefully plan out your moves and anticipate his next move

“You’re really giving me a run for my money, aren’t you?” Spencer remarks, a smile playing on his lips as he watches you strategize your next move. You give him a sly grin, clearly enjoying the challenge. “I told you not to underestimate me, Spence,” you say confidently, moving your knight into a position that puts him on the defensive.

Spencer chuckles, impressed by your bold move. “I should know better by now,” he admits, moving his rook to protect his vulnerable bishop. The game continues, each move calculated and strategic, and Spencer can’t help but admire the way you’ve grown since your first game together.

“Checkmate,” you say triumphantly, a grin stretching across your face as you realize you’ve won. Spencer can’t help but smile back, feeling a rush of excitement and happiness at your victory. “Well done, darling,” he says, leaning in to give you a congratulatory kiss.

“I still feel like you went easy on me, but thank you,” you tease, a playful glint in your eye. Spencer can’t help but laugh, feeling grateful for the opportunity to see the excited smile that is lighting up your face, making your already beautiful features shine even brighter with a sense of pride.

“Maybe I did, maybe I didn't,” he teases back, a twinkle in his eye. “But regardless, you did really well, I can’t believe how far you’ve come in such a short amount of time.”

You grin at his words. “Well, I’ve had a really great teacher,” you remark. “And he is, like, sooo handsome too. It’s actually wild that I could even concentrate on the game,” you add with a wink before you’re leaning in to plant a sweet kiss on his lips.

Spencer’s heart flutters at your words, feeling a surge of love and adoration for you that he can’t quite put into words, they are too big and too overwhelming to express, so instead he tries to pour every bit of that love and adoration into the kiss that he returns to you.

He wraps his arms around you, pulling you close to him as he deepens the kiss, savoring the feeling of being so close to you, of sharing this moment. He might have lost the game, but because of you, he has never felt like less of a loser.

As you both pull away, a smile lingers on both of your faces, and Spencer can’t help but feel like the luckiest man alive. “I love you,” he whispers, his voice filled with sincerity and adoration.

“I love you too, Spence,” you respond, your eyes filled with nothing but love and affection for him “Now help me set this board up again, I want to beat you fair and square this time,” you say with a playful glint in your eye. Spencer chuckles at your competitive spirit, feeling a sense of contentment wash over him as he helps you set up the board once more.

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[gtgbabie0]

HI, i love your work about the marauders and hotd and i was wondering if u would write cregan stark fluff with jealous reader but if u don't want to its okay. HAVE A GREAT DAY

-Cregan Stark x reader

{House Ryswell seeks an audience with Cregan Stark, and their daughter seems to take quite a liking to him}

I got extremely carried away with this, I hope you enjoy lovelies! 💕

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It's strange how time can seem so slow when your mood has been soured by something so silly, something that you're sure you have made up in your own mind, to defend the feeling of this unadulterated jealousy that slithers its way at your heart tugging on it every so often.

Foolish, you think, although you're not quite sure what exactly it is about this whole situation you find, foolish. Is it the way, Cregan smiles at the ever-beautiful Lady Darla of house Rsywell? or is it because your mind has convinced you that Cregan would break your trust like that? maybe, it's her ever thinking she stood a chance with your husband. Whatever it might be it's sure is foolish.

But it's real nonetheless, horrible and very real. The jealousy that bubbles deep within you only fuels the doubts that plague your mind, and those same thoughts conjure another dreadful feeling, something that pinches at your heart as you watch Lady Ryswell place a dainty hand on Cregan's arm, insecurity it finds an unwelcome home within your chest.

Despite sitting so close to Cregan, you still feel miles away, watching him converse, lost, within his own world with the Lady next to him. You feel ignored and as you glance around the room you're sure that everyone else sees it too, you've been pushed aside like some sickly wife that's nearing her time.

It's only when you hear Cregan's warm chuckle do you look over to the pair once again, her hand sits higher up on his arm, there's something about the sight that breaks you. As if it couldn't get any worse Drala turns to you with a smile that makes you sick to your stomach, warm and inviting.

"Your Husband is so charming Lady Stark" she giggles, her hand still against his arm, and you swear she squeezes it ever so softly.

Slamming your cup down against the wooden table, with more vigour than you had meant, you clear your throat, "Yes he is- charmed me right into marriage" It gets a laugh or two from the others is House Ryswell.

Drala's mother even leans to you whispering a humoured, "My husband could learn a thing or two" You watch as she glances over at him with a teary smile, he seemed quite caught up with gawking at the maids, "That man knows nothing of charm" she spits before leaning back into her chair.

Cregan's hand rests against your thigh, and for a second, your racing mind seems to calm down, it's as if you can finally breathe, and then he pulls away going back to what must be a riveting conversation with Darla. You've had enough of this torture, no longer being able to bare it you call for Lyra, keeping a hushed tone as she bends down to you slightly.

"I think I am ready to retire for tonight," you tell her through gritted teeth, trying to keep the barrage of emotions at bay, she gives you an understanding nod.

"Of course M'lady " She smiles softly as she hurries off to your bedchambers preparing a change of clothes for your arrival.

You stand keeping a strict posture, it's only now do you feel as if you finally have caught Cregan's attention. "Forgive me, but I think I shall call it a night" You bite back the tears that collect along your lash line nibbling your cheek.

"Aw already? Just when I thought our conversation was bearing good fruit" she whines, her voice going straight through you just like nails on a chalkboard, she pouts, a spoiled brat who knows no discipline.

"Oh please, don't feel inclined to stop on my behalf" You smile with a curt bow before turning your heel and leaving, ignoring the way Cregan calls for you, an advance he must've given up on quite quickly as Darla calls for more drinks practically begging your husband to stay, you don't hear the rest of the conversation too focused on trying to calm your breathing.

"Lady Stark" Lyra bows softly as you walk into your bedchambers, shutting the heavy wooden door behind you with an exasperated sigh. "I have prepared you some tea m'lady," she says with a gentle tone as you sit down in front of your vanity. She makes starts to unclasp your necklace.

"Thank you Lyra, you're far to-" and before you can finish your sentence the door opens with a low groan. You don't bother turning around already knowing who it is.

"Lyra, could you give us a minute" Cregan huffs, sounding very unamused as he walks into the candle-lit room.

"Of course m'lord," she says, bowing as she rushes out of the room, and it's then the silence hits, smothering the room with its thick presence that you're sure it could snuff out the flames of the various candles.

You look at him through the reflection of the mirror as he sits down on the fur-covered sofa, running a hand through his hair before finally glancing over at you, there's something in his eyes that makes you feel... small, you have always said you would hate to be on the receiving end of Cregan's anger, that any man to challenge him would be a fool.

"Would you like to explain to me what exactly just happened?" he asks, frustration seeping into his tone and your answer or rather lack thereof only fuels it further. "Do you find pleasure in ignoring me?" he huffs, giving you a rather annoyed look.

And as childish as it might seem, you were. "Yes, well now you know how it feels, don't you?" you mumble, untying the pins in your hair before taking off your rings.

"What?" he questions watching in slight shock as you stand up, the chair behind you drags along the floor with a shriek.

"Tell me, Cregan, do you think our marriage is a farce?" you ask turning to face him with tears in your eyes, tears that you try so hard to hold back, "Do you take enjoyment out of making a mockery of our marriage?" your hands shake with the sudden adrenaline as you point at him, your finger nudging his should as rage pinches at your skin, he looks up at you with hurt in his eyes and for a minute you feel inclined to apologise.

He stands up, trying to reach for your hands but you don't let him as you pull away from his touch, he accepts defeat with a heavy heart, the sight of your tearful face makes his stomach drop.

"A farce? What in the seven hells are you on about women?" the hurt that sits in his chest slowly churns into something much more as it wraps around his heart squeezing it with force.

"Do not play ignorant with me Cregan" You speak through gritted teeth as he inches closer to you, "You sat there the entire night ignoring me whilst you entertained that naive girl" You feel your knees buckle under the stress of it all as you fall back onto the bed with a soft bounce.

"I was merely trying to be a good host" his voice is so gentle, calm that it makes you angrier.

"Being a good host does not substitute you pushing me aside like some sick dog as you fool around with her!- the entire night." you huff biting the inside of your lip.

"You're jealous?" he asks in almost disbelief.

"What?- Jealous I'm-" You can't deny it, you were, you were jealous of the pretty Ryswell girl and how she seemed to have captured Cregan's attention.

"You are missing my point entirely," you whisper leaning into him as he sits down on the bed next to you.

"I'm sorry- you're right, I should've paid more attention to you," he says, wiping away the tears that fall from your eyes, "I meant no harm by it, I swear." he presses a gentle kiss to your hairline.

"It was embarrassing Cregan, the way they all looked at me with pity in their eyes. I am your wife." you sigh, the events of tonight wearing down on you more than you thought, and now the fabric of your dress felt all too tight and itchy.

"Forgive me my love- my beautiful wife" he says pressing another kiss to your shoulder as he helps you up from the bed.

"You can get Lyra to help me if you want to go back to entertaining our guests" you whisper, testing him a little as you sneak a glance his way.

"There are no guests to entertain sweetheart, I called it off as soon as you left," he mumbles against your neck as he continues to peppers soft kisses to your warming skin.

He undoes the lace of your dress, pulling at the fabric as it loosens around your shoulders, coming undone to reveal your back, his gentle fingers trailing along your spine as his soft lips traverse to your neck.

"I never meant to hurt you or make you doubt your place within my heart" he whispers as he tugs your dress completely off, letting it hit the floor with a soft thud before going to get your nightdress, slipping the soft fabric over your body before wrapping his strong arms around your middle, nuzzling his nose in the juncture of your neck and shoulder as he breathes in deeply.

"I swear, by the old gods and new that my heart belongs to you, all of it." Cregan turns you around to face him and it's only then he sees your tear-stained face, the way your bottom lip juts out at his loving words.

"I love you," he says as you push your face against his chest, letting all the built-up emotions go as they leave you in the form of tears. His big hand soothes the expanse of your back as he sways you in his arms ever so gently. He swears to never make you feel as you did tonight, ever again.

"I love you too" you whisper against the leather he is wearing. He cups your face within his hands, the warmth of his palms bleeding with affection as his thumb soothes against the apples of your cheeks.

"Come on my love, let's go to bed eh?" you nod as he tucks your hair behind your ears. You fall asleep wrapped up with him, a mess of limbs underneath the furs as he holds you gently and in the morning and every morning after that Cregan sings your praises, never letting you doubt your place beside him, ever.

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[natashasvixen]

Let me control you

Wanda Maximoff/fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ only, dom Wanda, sub reader, dom/sub dynamics, hand signal communication, mommy kink, praise kink, mirror kink, collars, marking, so much teasing, slight pet play, alluded smut

Word count: 1.8k

A/n: “Oh heyyyyyy”. So I haven’t written for months…. Probably won’t again for another few months 😅 but yeah I got inspired by CelticKitten25’s red room renovations series on ao3, (go read for some perfect Bishova and Wandanat kinky goodness) Shoutout to my bestie @phantomspiderr for convincing me to write and post this 🥰 I hope you all like it! 💕🦊

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“You ready baby?” Wanda asks gently as she carefully eyes your reaction to her question.

You nod quickly looking up at her with doe eyes where she stands slightly taller than you, you had both talked about this being something you wanted to try and tonight was finally the moment after some practice and learning some gestures that Wanda wanted to use.

Wanda had been so sweet as the night had gone on, taking care of you, praising you, talking you through everything to get your headspace just right, now you were both standing next to your large plush bed officially ready to begin.

Wanda smiled slightly and tilted her head, you could physically see her switching from her sickly sweet demeanour to her more strict and dominant side. She was curious about something and wanted to test her theory, “can you tell me your safe words darling?” Instantly you opened your mouth to respond before quickly snapping it shut again eager to please your wife and domme. A slight chuckle left the Sokovian’s mouth, “you’re already trying to hold your words for me aren’t you? Such a good girl but it’s ok, it’s not a trick you can tell me, I want to hear you right now” she reassured you after confirming her theory that without even fully starting you were already trying your very best to please her just as Wanda liked you.

You smiled up at your wife, “green for I’m good, yellow for slow down or readjust and red for stop, taps if I can’t talk mommy” Wanda cupped your face with both of hands and quickly pressed a kiss to your forehead, “that’s my good girl”

“Ok my love we are going to start now, remember you can stop anytime you want to” Wanda says as she presses a gentle kiss to your lips and moved over to the red suede chair in the corner of your shared bedroom and sat down, never once taking her eyes off of you.

You waited patiently not moving from your spot as both of you simply watched each other carefully, Wanda slowly lifted her hand and crooked her finger towards her, cautiously you started taking steps forward, you only got around half way to her before she held her hand up signalling you to stop, you did as instructed, watching the many rings on her fingers glinting in the low light but trying to keep your focus so you didn’t miss anything she asked of you.

“Good” she stated to reassure you more than anything, she knew you were nervous about this, as much as it was your idea and you completely trusted your domme to give complete control to, it was nerve wracking to use a whole new set of communication and you didn’t want to disappoint her.

She moved her palm face down to the floor and slowly lowered it a little, you quickly dropped to your knees and folded your hands behind your back, Wanda smirked at how quick you were to respond.

Watching carefully the Sokovian left you with no signals for a moment to gauge where you were at, she noted your breathing quickening a little and you starting to twitch after a few minutes, “slow down my love, you are doing great, don’t overthink it, this is all new I’m not going to punish you if you make some mistakes to start with, once you’ve had some practice however…” Wanda trailed off with a smirk.

With a deep breath you flick your eyes to her face quickly and smile at her, reassuring her you were ok and wanted to continue before focusing back on her hands.

After letting you settle Wanda turned her palm face up and lifted it, you moved to stand again but kept your hands behind your back. You concentrated as she lifted a single finger and held it in the air, slowing yourself down you pulled your pyjama top over your head and dropped it beside you, never letting your focus waver once, the heat in your stomach was making its way lower, trying not to rub your thighs together as you watch your wife sit forward in the chair and rest her arms on her legs looking so dominant and completely in control of your every action with just a flick of her hands, you loved it when she wore a suit and with her jacket discarded your eyes subconsciously wondered to the open buttons of her shirt getting a peek at the deep red lace underneath.

“Ah ah ah focus” Wanda tutted as you quickly move your gaze back to her hands waiting for your next instruction. Two fingers were held up and move to slide your shorts down your legs and drop them next to your shirt revealing the matching green set of lace that Wanda had picked out for you.

“Such a pretty girl for me, I can see you squirming, you just need mommy so bad don’t you?” Wanda cooed and she nearly had you but you managed to catch yourself and simply nod in response and it was worth it for the smile that graced your wife’s lips “such a clever little thing”.

You could feel the lace sticking to you as you desperately grew wetter, you just wanted to be close to her and to please her and it was getting harder to breathe by the second, willing to keep your focus when you finally heard the click of her fingers signalling to you that you could approach her, you practically scrambled forward and dropped back down to your knees more gently this time at her feet instinctively folding your hands behind you and dropping your gaze to the floor. No sooner had you looked at the floor when Wanda’s hand gripped your chin and tilted your head up to face her.

“You’re doing so good for me my love, so pretty and obedient” Wanda cooed so sweetly as she traced your lower lip with her thumb, it took every ounce of strength you had not to take the digit into your mouth. You could feel yourself dropping more and more into that blissful fuzzy headspace by the second spurred on by the consistent praise she was giving you.

You observed quietly as Wanda lifted a single finger and spun it in a quick circle while gazing down at you with dark eyes. Shuffling on your knees to turn your back to her you now had a perfect view of the full length ornate mirror on the opposite wall, you found Wanda’s eyes in the mirror and patiently awaited your next command, perfectly placed in between her spread legs as she leaned dangerously close to your ear and draped her arms over your shoulders, oozing control as she breathily whispered “such a pretty pet for me” before kissing a bruising mark into the side of your neck, you barely held back a whine as you shivered and arched into her touch.

“Do you know what pretty pets get baby?” She asked teasingly after leaving the darkening purple mark blossoming on your neck. You shook your head slowly, shuddering at how hot your wife looked as she rested her chin on the top of your head to watch you in the mirror, caging you in with her thighs and absentmindedly twisting the rings on her fingers where they were crossed just under your eye line.

Leaning back away from you Wanda reached over to retrieve a slim black box you hadn’t noticed was sitting on the small table next to what in your mind might as well have been Wanda’s throne. Your body instinctively chased after her touch until a firm hand gripped a fistful of your hair causing your breath to catch in your throat, she pushed you gently back to position, the perfect balance of gentle and rough handling practically making your mind go blank.

“Patience little one” she scolded as she took the box and balanced it between her thighs behind your back where you couldn’t see.

“Can you close your eyes for me? It’s a surprise for my clever girl” she smirked at you in the mirror while clicking the box open.

You hesitated, trying to convey your silent question to your domme through just your eyes in the reflection of the mirror.

Reading you as an open book Wanda quickly answered your question, “No signals darling, not until you open your eyes again”.

Nodding gently you slipped your eyes closed and waited for your surprise, keeping your posture perfect was difficult as you felt Wanda once again trap you with her strong thighs, not that you would ever even dream of moving.

You felt her move your hair over your shoulder, purposefully brushing against her mark that she’d left just to see you shiver and started pressing feather light kisses across your shoulders and the back of your neck, occasionally teasing with her teeth. Then you felt her arms once again move in front of you and it felt as if the whole world stopped as a cool piece of leather with a perfectly soft inner lining was fastened snugly around your neck. Another kiss was placed just above the leather around your neck before your hair was moved back in place.

“Open” she breathed as you felt her chin once again rest on the top of your head to watch your reaction in the mirror.

Opening your eyes you were met with the sight of yourself, perfectly kneeled in between your wife’s thighs as she gazed at you through the mirror, her eyes such a darker shade of green than normal and filled with lust. Your eyes moved from hers to the beautiful leather collar wrapped around your throat, the shade of green matching perfectly to the lace set Wanda had picked out earlier and finished with a shiny gold ring, you could feel the matching buckle pressed perfectly into the back of your neck, the image making your mind go blank.

“Pretty obedient pets get pretty collars” she purred into your ear, tracing her nails down your back. By this point you were struggling to even hold yourself up, your breaths coming out in soft pants as you softly shook under her gaze.

Making sure you were somewhat steady Wanda stood and quickly circled to be in front of you, tilting your head up with one finger under your chin to an almost uncomfortable angle and making the collar dig deliciously into the bruise on the side of your neck.

“You ready for some real fun my pet?” She growled possessively, eyes darkening impossibly further at the whine you finally let escape and the “yes mommy” that fell from your lips.

Hooking her finger into the gold ring of your collar she pulled you up into a bruising kiss making you yelp, “I’ll let that one slide” she muttered breathlessly after pulling away from you slightly.

“Bed now.”

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff/reader #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x y/n #wanda maximommy #wanda maximoff drabble #marvel drabble #mommy wanda #vixensfics #wanda maximoff smut

[whalesforhands]

Hi!<33 hope your having a great day!<33 let me just say that I love your geto x reader x Gojo x Shoko stories! They're so funny and sweet! I just love how you write them and their dynamique with the reader! And once I started reading the series I couldn't stop imagining the trio finding out one day after she didn't attend class that poor reader is sick! 🥺 How wold they take of her? (I can't stop imagining Geto and Gojo arguing with eachother while Shoko snuggles with reader and feeds her soup 😂)

Anyway if you don't want to do this ask that's fine! ☺️ Lots of kisses and continue the good work! 💕 (If I mispelled something wrong sorry! English's not my first language)

in sickness and in health (geto x reader x gojo, shoko x reader)

this is totally not just me trying to tide you all over because the main series is taking a long time to write

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warnings: sick ppl are gross, wear masks, wash ur hands, celsius is used instead of Fahrenheit bcs i say so

You should’ve heeded your body’s warnings to you. Laying in your bed, thermometer sticking out of your mouth as the fever relief patch on your forehead sticks despite your sweat slick self.

Hearing the beeping, you eyes glazed over as you pulled the instrument out, saliva feeling repulsively thick as you stared at the thermometer screen, your breaths short and your pajamas feeling abnormally warm, sticky and gross.

39.4 °C.

You’re absolutely burning up. You shouldn’t have gone with that plan. You knew. You knew, yet you still did it anyway.

“Just get on!” His arm is waving at you from afar, his white button up billowing in the summer breeze.

“Come on, trust us!”

“Plus!” He smacks a smiling Suguru’s shoulder. “Suguru doesn’t skip leg day!”

You should’ve never trusted him. You and Shoko both. Not when he had all 4 of you squeeze onto that bicycle.

“WAHAHAHAH!” Gojo was hysterical as he laughed at your three river-soaked forms. Laughing merrily at his dry and perfectly put-together state from using Infinity to save himself.

“You all look terrible! AHAHAHAHA!” He’s pulling out his phone to snap a quick selfie shots. You’re helping Shoko, shifting a lock of her wet hair away from her face to reveal her grumpy expression.

“Come here.” She beckons you closer, a sweet smile, dripping with anger on her face as her hand moves to tuck your wet hair behind your ear.

Suguru grunts as he looks towards his significant other’s camera, eyes flittering to both you and Shoko sharing secrets as she cups a hand over your ear. You’re both fine. That’s a relief.

His eyes focus back on his still cackling boyfriend. His brown eyes darken with a thirst for payback. “Satoru~, help me out why don’tcha?” A chirp sweetened with an affectionate tone, a benevolent smile bestowed as he holds an amicable hand out, waiting to be helped up as he sits in the water, drenched to the very bone as his now translucent shirt begins to stick to his skin.

You hear Gojo snort in retort, waving off the black-haired sorcerer. “Ya think I’m gonna fall for that? Try harder, babe.” He’s very obviously eyeing the now more exposed Geto, before his eyes met yours. Prepared. Ready.

Shoko is done, her gaze surreptitiously meets Suguru’s own.

“Satoru…” Your watery eyes and helpless expression meets his, a tremble pairing your frowning lips and gem-like eyes shining with your feeble tears.

“Are you not going to help me…?”

Hook, line and sinker.

“L-look, it w-wasn’t on purpose,” He’s gulping as he starts to trek into the water, his shoes getting soaked. Infinity has been forgotten. “I only wanted to-!”

He’s tackled back by 3 weights, all landing on top of him as they start to laugh and splash water onto his still surprised form.

You’re nauseous, head on your far-too-warm pillow as you smile slightly at the memory. Okay. Maybe it was worth it. Just a little.

(You do feel a little better.)

You feel another wave of queasiness hit you once again, your hand over your mouth as you gag, yesterday’s dinner threatening to crawl up your oesophagus and cover your freshly changed sheets with bile.

Oh.

You’ll have to send Shoko a text. You hope she doesn’t mind being disturbed when class has only just begun 2 minutes ago…

——

Insistent knocks at your door wake you into consciousness, your eyes snapping open and trying to clear your cloudy sight.

“C-come in!” Your voice is rough, a consequence that occurred after throwing your guts out in the bathroom. Your stomach hurts, the acid eating at its inner lining as it growls for food.

You haven’t eaten. You probably smell bad. You look horrible.

“A-actually- P-Please don’t come-!” Too late. Your room’s been intruded by 3 individuals.

“Your favourite nurses are here to soothe you back to health!”

You internally groan at the boisterous loud voice. Shoko had told all of them.

——

You see a disgruntled Satoru, cheeks puffed up as he marches into your room with a just as displeased Shoko crossing her arms and pouting.

They’ve been kicked out of the kitchen by a fed up Suguru.

“What do you mean we can’t just buy her instant porridge from the convenience store? It’s instant!” Gojo waves a whisk around as he dons the frilly pink apron, head on Geto’s shoulder and leaning onto him.

Suguru wants to smack someone. He holds himself back as he washes the rice, despite the disturbance, sleeves pulled up to his elbows as he swirls the water within the pot.

It’s for you. It’s for you. It’s for you. It’s for-

“Because it’s not healthy-“ His anger becomes slow irritation as he feels a vein pop when he sees Shoko poking the sweet potato with a pair of scissors.

“Both of you.” His smile is menacing as his aura overtakes the room.

“Get out.”

That’s why both of them were here now, fluffing your pillow, wiping your head with a cold cloth.

“Do you want to change clothes?” You hear Shoko whisper, her voice lulling and pacifying your senses as Satoru does his one task of continuously dabbing your head with a warm cloth.

(He was making a mess of everything else. Shoko delegated him to cloth duty.)

You can only muster a nod. Your clothing is uncomfortable, and she must’ve noticed.

(“Gojo.” She smiles at him as she caresses your warm face. “Get out.”

“Again?!”)

——

She’s helping you out of your clothing, your front slumping into her shoulder as she undid the buttons of your pajamas, the washcloth dragging gently across your damp skin.

Your guilt is starting to kick in.

“I’m-“ Your voice is starting to die. “I’m sorry for being such…” You suck in a breath through your sick haze. It’s hard to breathe. “A burden.” You do. You’re so weak. So useless.

Getting this sick over a culmination of your own horrible habits. Not eating enough, not sleeping enough, not getting enough liquids in during the day… Not taking care of yourself.

You did this to yourself, yet they have to clean up after you. They, who had their lives put together, their own lives to live. Yet, they’re wasting time caring about you.

Do they think you’re doing this only for their attention too? You’re not surprised if they ar-

“Don’t be sorry for things that you’re not at fault for.” Her tone is dismissive but firm. “We’re here because we want to be. Stop being such a downer.”

A pat to your cheek despite the blunt words. A reality to your delusion.

She cares. They care. Deeply.

You could almost cry at her genuity. Scratch that, you already are.

You hide your face away into her shoulder, tears starting to gather.

“…thank you.”

(“It’s not fair that you had to kick me out to do that! I could’ve done it too!”

“Pervert.”)

——

“Aaa…” You’re opening your mouth just as Gojo flies another ‘aircraft’ into it.

(You’re embarrassed. He wouldn’t give it to you any other way. Or normally.)

“Good girl!” He’s ruffling your hair, grin stretched wide across his lips in pure elation as he feeds you.

“Just a few more bites then you can take your medicine!”

You swallow down the piping hot rice porridge that Satoru personally blew on to cool down, the lingering ginger and chives leaving a pleasant aftertaste in your mouth.

“Is… Did you get the syrup version…?” You stare, afraid as you see Suguru holding a tray with the familiar dark liquid and brand, coupled with a tall glass of water.

Satoru’s sunglasses suddenly glint. “Is someone scared of a little medicine?~”

——

Suguru presses the spoon against your trembling lips as you hesitantly part them, allowing the disgusting liquid to run down your throat as he immediately hands you the water.

Your face is grimacing in disgust, in pain and revulsion as you hold the water in your mouth, struggling to swallow down the vile substance.

(You eventually do when Suguru lightly places a hand on your shoulder, relaxing you.)

Applause reverberates throughout your room.

“Congrats!”

“Good job.”

“See? I knew you could do it.”

“…are you all making fun of me?”

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Notes:

Geto would’ve been the one feeding you, but he saw how dejected Gojo was at not really being able to ‘care’ for you other than being the errand boy sent out to buy the cold medicine.

You drank that medicine after you were promised crepe cake from that nearby bakery.

Shoko was the one who brought up that compromise.

The trio actually wanted to leave the lesson immediately after Shoko got your text. Yaga denied them, but he let them off early on purpose.

Yaga visited your dorm when all 4 of you were in it, coming in to check on you.

He hopes none of 3 get sick from spending so much time with you. Especially with how they basically fell asleep around your bed.

“Kids.” He mumbled, throwing blankets around all of them before he turned the lights off, gently shutting your door.

#geto x reader x gojo #jjk x reader #gojo satoru x reader #whalewrites #getou suguru x reader #dyf au #ieiri shoko x reader #satosugu x reader #jjk fluff

[eddiemuonson]

Same girlie here who requested part 2 of Eddie and pregnant reader, thank you it was soooo sweet 🥹💕 Imagining a little Munson is the cutest thing ever.

I was wondering if you’d ever do first time dad Eddie talking to his infant while rocking them to sleep as he paces in their nursery? It’s Eddie’s turn on the night shift of baby feeding and he takes that time to tell the baby whatever is on his chest at the moment.

Just a thought! Thanks so much 💕💕💕💕💕💕

Hii!! You're very welcome and thank you so much for supporting me!!

This one got me in the depth of my heart, I just couldn't bear to not think of him as the greatest dad, even if he was messy sometimes!!

Warning: None, just a whole lotta fluffiness

In the nursery, a clock read 2:30 AM in soft, red digital numbers. Eddie sat in a comfortable, padded rocking chair, his eyes heavy with fatigue as he wrapped your hungry baby in his arms. The room was bathed in the faint, soft glow of a nightlight, casting gentle shadows on the walls.

His movements are slow and deliberate to avoid any sudden jolts, lifting the baby to his chest. He grabbed a small nursing bottle with breast milk, gently offering it to the baby, who immediately started suckling on it. Eddie's mind wandered as he stared into the night, his thoughts a mixture of exhaustion and profound contentment.

He thought about the challenges of parenthood, as his first time being a father, and the deep bond that was forming between him and his child during these late-night feedings. As the baby finished feeding and their little tummy felt full, Eddie carefully burped them, the gentle patting motion lulling the baby into a state of drowsiness. With great care, he repositioned the baby in his arms.

The room was dimly lit, bathed in the soft glow of a nightlight that cast a gentle, warm hue across the nursery. The air was filled with the hushed sounds of a lullaby playing softly from a nearby speaker. Eddie stood by the crib, his tired eyes reflecting the weariness of a long day, but his heart brimming with love.

In his arms, he cradled his precious baby, who was nestled snugly in a cozy, pastel-colored blanket. The baby's tiny fingers curled around one of Munson's index fingers, a sight that never failed to melt his heart.

Eddie's free hand gently supported the baby's head, ensuring it was cradled securely. As he began to sway gently back and forth, his movements synced with the rhythm of the lullaby.

The chair beneath him creaked softly, a familiar sound that had become a soothing backdrop to these late-night rituals. Eddie's voice, a soothing baritone, filled the room as he softly started a conversation with his infant.

His words were gentle and tender, a promise of love and protection. The baby's eyes, still so round and innocent, gazed up at him with a mixture of curiosity and trust. "I am so thankful your mommy trusted me with this. She's absolutely one hell of a woman for doing that".

While he still looked at the small child in his arms, he couldn't help but smile at his thoughts. The very day you called him, a nervous tone in your voice as you told him you wanted to have a conversation, made him feel nervous. He thought about all the possibilities the subject might be, making him almost sick.

"And she made sure you're going to be a Munson too, it just made me love her even more", he chuckles lightly, shaking his index finger slowly. Outside, a gentle rain began to fall, and the pitter-patter of droplets against the window added a comforting layer to the ambiance.

Eddie's lips brushed against the baby's downy head, and he breathed in the sweet, milky scent that was uniquely their own. The world beyond the nursery seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in this quiet, intimate moment.

Munson's heart swelled with love as he watched his baby's eyelids grow heavy, the tiny lashes fluttering before finally closing. With each gentle sway, the baby's breathing grew slower and deeper, a sign that sleep was approaching.

Eddie continued to rock, his movements a tender dance born of love and exhaustion. In that serene room, time seemed to stand still, and Eddie knew that he would cherish these moments forever.

As your baby drifted off to sleep, he whispered sweet nothings and promises of a bright future, knowing that he would always be there to protect and care for the precious life in his arms.

You walked in on him holding your child and you instantly smile at the scene. God, you loved watching the way he would effortlessly paces your baby. Eddie caught your glance and opened the biggest smile, using the index finger the baby is holding to wave at you in the sweetest way as possible.

You mutter the words "I love you" and he mirrors you, blowing you a gentle kiss. Before leaving the room, he made sure your baby was safe in the crib, well-fed and quietly sleeping. Munson never thought, in a million years, he would become a father that soon, without a warning. But the efforts and the promises he made you were the only support he needed to stand by you.

Every time he was there taking care of the child, he couldn't help but to imagine how the next years would follow. He was still 19, a long way ahead of him, an unexplored future he had no idea about. But those moments in the present already made him feel fulfilled.

#dad! eddie munson #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson imagine #stranger things fic #stranger things #anonymous #ask

[ctitan98official]

Anonymous: Hey Pookie ✨💕 I was wondering if I could put in a request of the RE8 ladies reaction to Top!reader whose usually pretty quiet and collected, saying “those cute noises you’re making, is driving me crazy” while using the strap 😳 and just looking/acting feral af. Much loves💋

Hell yeah! Let’s get into it!

Alcina:

Now, I hc Alcina as being a power bottom, but… I also think she would enjoy subbing every now and then.

When you use the strap on her, she is so overwhelmed by the pleasure. It’s all she can do to keep her eyes from rolling back into her head.

When you get super into it, your whole attitude and mannerisms change.

Alcina loves when you take charge. It’s a nice change of pace.

You are very demanding and make sure Alcina does what she’s told under no uncertain terms.

When you get like this, Alcina just finds you so attractive. She’ll be your sub anytime, just don’t tell anyone or you’re dead.

Donna:

Okay, Donna would be in heaven if you use the strap and get kind of feral.

She is her happiest when you praise her and getting to hear you do it while you’re so far gone? That’s her dream.

Tying her down is also a huge turn on. She loves how completely you dominate her.

Donna lets out the cutest whines while you rut into her and you can’t help but to comment on them sometimes.

“Listen to all those pretty sounds you make. All for me, babe?” You tease and start thrusting harder.

Donna frantically nods her head and bites her lip in ecstasy.

Donna is always so satisfied when you take her this way.

You feel pretty great afterward too.

Miranda:

When you first begin to show some real feral energy in the bedroom, Miranda gets quite excited.

She knows how much you’re enjoying yourself and it makes her feel good.

She encourages you and now you feel so honored that Miranda lets you order her around.

Watching Miranda’s face as she orgasms is like admiring art. Her beautiful features finally relax into pure pleasure. It’s amazing.

You were a bit embarrassed after you came down off of your high the first time you took charge, but Miranda captured your face in her hands and told you how much she loved it. You were stunned.

Now, even though Miranda still very much loves topping from the bottom, she is all too happy to let you take the reins for a while.

Bela:

Bela just wants a top who tells her what to do. Simple as that.

Also, compliments do wonders on her. She has a huge praise kink in my opinion.

One of Bela’s favorite ways to have sex is with you using the strap. It just feels so good to her.

She lives to hear all of the dirty things you say. To her, that’s one of the hottest parts.

When you cup her face and tell her that you like the soft whines she makes… She comes almost instantaneously.

Bela will do whatever you want her to do. It makes her feel so useful to be of service.

She was a blushing mess the entire next day after you two made love for the first time. You made all of her dreams come true and it’s one of her most precious memories.

Cassandra:

While Cass had to come around to the idea of you being in charge… She loves it.

Being taken by you with the strap feels so naughty to her and she loves it.

She has never relinquished so much control to a partner before, but you have opened up so many possibilities to her.

Cass expresses herself through sex, and this is one of the biggest ways she can show you that she trusts you.

When you praise the cute little noises that she makes… She has never come so hard or fast. She didn’t think she was really into that before, but something about the way you reassure her makes her feel safe and loved.

Sometimes you have to tie Cass down so she doesn’t rip you to shreds by accident in her lust-fueled state. Honestly, that just turns her on more.

Daniela:

Dani loves when you praise basically anything she does, but hearing you do it while you’re so feral does something to her.

She is so willing to try anything new with you, sometimes it works sometimes not, but you topping and using the strap? Her new favorite thing.

She loves when you get so carried away that you start speaking without even thinking. Some of the dirty stuff you come up with loops in her brain on repeat for the next few days after a good sex session.

Dani knows that she’s done a good job when you start getting lost in your pleasure. It makes her feel good.

Dani loves to cuddle with you afterward and listen to you whisper about how well she did during the deed. While she loves the feral version of you, she also loves the compassionate and soft side of you.

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#re8 #re8 village #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu x reader #alcina dimitrescu x y/n #lady dimitrescu x reader #lady dimitrescu x y/n #cassandra dimitrescu #re8 shitpost #y/n is stupid #re8 incorrect quotes #bela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #mother miranda #mother miranda x reader #donna beneviento x reader #bela dimitrescu x reader #cassandra dimitrescu x reader #daniela dimitrescu x reader

[lavendertales]

Wicked games: part 1

pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

summary: after returning Ellie safely to one Joel Miller, the three of you have gotten closer than you could’ve imagined. But even putting together a picnic for you is turning out to be scarier than facing monsters for Joel.

word count: 4.1k

A/N: why yes, here I am in the Joel Miller pit. this is pure fluff, but expect serious smut in the second part. Hope you enjoy, my loves 💕

gif: @sweeetestcurse​ 

There are hardly any rules when you’re at war. But the one that does stand, passing the test of time? Eat, or be eaten.

In other words, you either kill to survive or you get killed. Simple as that. And, like many others before you, you caught onto that very early on in your life. Not as early as you might’ve liked, to be sure, but at least not as late as the others.

You survived for two decades, which is far more than others. And once you figured out your one trick, hidden cautiously under your sleeve, you were unstoppable. You travelled alone, worked alone. No outsiders, no exceptions.

For twenty years, you lived on your own, surviving with ease and cautiousness. There was no one to disrupt your solitude and no one to know your heartache.

Till one day when you came face to face with a wide-eyed kid, clothes and face stained with dirt, sweat and blood. Hers or others’, you didn’t know, and you didn’t care. You didn’t ask.

Before you could’ve pulled out your gun, the girl pointed a riffle at you.

“Easy, easy there,” you said, raising your hands in defense.

“Stay away,” the girl warned you, dead serious.

She couldn’t have been older than fifteen, but she evidently knew how to handle herself. In that world, you had to. Otherwise, you were chow for the infected.

“It’s okay,” you said. “I’m not gonna hurt you. I promise.”

“That means nothing to me.”

“I get it. Can’t trust a stranger.”

You locked eyes, noticing the fear in her eyes. You softened a little, though neither your face nor your body displayed such an emotion.

“Are you alone?” you asked.

“What’s it to you?”

“Just askin’. Hate seeing a kid alone.”

“Well, I’m not. So back off, lady.”

“Alright.”

You backed away a few inches. “Do you need help with anything? D’you need clothes, food?”

The cold began to settle even in your bones, but that was the risk of not moving out in the open, in the freezing winter. By the looks of it, the girl needed some shelter, too. And the more time you spent out there, the more you ran the risk of being found by bandits or even clickers.

“Look, I got plenty of supplies not far from here,” you told her, arms up in the air still. “If you need something—“

“How do I know it’s not a trap?”

“Guess you can’t. You gotta roll the dice and find out.”

“I don’t take chances.”

Feisty, you thought. Great for survival. Softness gets you killed in the blink of an eye.

“I got no reason to harm you, girl,” you added. “I’m all alone.”

The girl wouldn’t budge, so you continued. “I got clothes and food, and you can clean up a bit if you’d like. Looks like you might need a little rest and some warmth.”

“Why would you help?”

You chuckled, barely, finally putting down your arms. “I got a soft spot for kids.”

Minutes later, you were walking with the girl besides you, learning that her name was Ellie Williams. You let her to your hideout, deep underground. When you turned on the lights, Ellie was speechless.

“Whoa,” she cooed, looking around. “You got a whole house down here, lady.”

“Did my best with decorating.”

Trust isn’t easily gained in war, so you don’t expect it. Instead, you kept your promise: dry clothes, water and some warm food. In addition to all that, you gave her your name. That way, you were no longer strangers, but acquaintances, and information could be exchanged.

“So,” you said after a while. “You sure you’re not alone? Or do you feel like running that by me again?”

Ellie hesitated, but it was indeed more difficult to act so harsh once she was finally warmed up and wasn’t starving.

“I’m not alone,” she insisted, her tone distant and regretful. “We just got… separated.”

“When?”

“About two days ago. Bandits ambushed us, then there were clickers…”

“Gotcha. So who was it? Mother, father?”

Ellie scoffed, the sound mocking. You chuckled. “Message received.”

“A reluctant friend,” she clarified, visibly amused by her own characterization. “I gotta find him.”

“Any idea how far off you guys split?”

“Just outside Salt Lake City. We were ambushed before we could make it in.”

“Okay, that’s not so far. We could make it back in a day or two.”

Ellie’s face darkened, clearly still hesitant although not about you this time around. “Killing, I’ve gotten good at that. But tracking… not exactly my superpower.”

“Well lucky for you, that’s mine.”

Ellie’s eyes widened and she stared at you incredulous, as if you’ve just told her the biggest secret ever.

“Can you really help me find him?” she asked, daring to allow hope slip in between the cracks of her voice.

“I’d need more information, but yes, I can.”

And that’s how you’ve spent the following week: tracking down a gruff man named Joel Miller.

As it turned out, it wasn’t that difficult; at least not to someone as experienced as you. With the exception of a few clickers, the trip was uneventful. You kept Ellie as safe as you could, and by the time you were met with a third silhouette in the middle of the semi-darkened road, your doubts regarding this adventure have evaporated altogether.

As per instinct, Joel cocked the gun in your direction from the second he noticed Ellie by your side. He didn’t think twice about what the situation might be. All he knew is that you were a stranger, and stranger equals danger.

“Step away from her, now,” he shouted, loud enough for you to hear, but still low enough to be intimidating.

Except it didn’t frighten you one bit.

You did put your hands up though, so as to not startle him or create any more confusion. Luckily, Ellie ran towards him and begged him to put the gun down at once.

“She helped me!” she said hastily. “She came with me all this way, she helped me track you down! It’s okay. She’s a friend.”

Friend. It’s been a long time since you’ve heard that term, and certainly an even longer time since you heard anyone say it in reference to you.

“That true?” Joel asked you.

“Yes.”

“She fed me, gave me dry clothes and supplies—here, I got something for you too.”

Ellie went through her backpack, revealing some old shirts, larger than what she would normally wear, as well as canned goods and bottles of water. It was then that Joel inspected Ellie from head to toe, noticing that she was, indeed, wearing different clothes, dry and meant to keep her warm.

Joel put the gun away, and you took it as a sign of encouragement to approach them.

“What’s your business around these parts?” Joel spoke to you.

His voice wasn’t so harsh anymore, but it still carried a hint of doubt within. You couldn’t blame him for it, neither would you have acted any differently.

“Just helped the girl find her protector, that’s all,” you replied.

“Just like that? No catch?”

“No catch. I’m just a loner.”

Joel wasn’t easily persuaded though. His caution pushed him often times to doubt everyone for the smallest reasons, and eventually he pushed all the people away. But if life had taught him anything, it’s that it was better to keep his distance. That way, there was no possibility of him suffering any more than he already had.

“Thank you,” he said nonetheless. “For bringing the girl back. ‘preciate it.”

You nodded. Ellie nudged his arm, making a head gesture towards you, and Joel inhaled loudly, deeply, visibly reluctant to listen to her. You raised your brows, as confused as you could possibly be.

“Would you stop hittin’ me?” he told Ellie sharply. “I’m not gon’ ask her to come with us.”

“She helped me. She’s got a lot of supplies, she’s smart… and it could be useful to have her around so she can take some of the heat off me.”

Joel huffed, still unconvinced. “I already said I appreciated the help, but I’m not gon’ act like we’re best buddies now. She’s a stranger.”

“She can track anything and anyone, anywhere.”

Joel remained silent, processing the words. “Anything and anyone?”

“Anywhere.”

It could’ve been useful, Joel thought. You could’ve taken them straight to Salt Lake City to find the Fireflies and get this whole mess over with.

“Come on, say something to her!” Ellie pushed him.

“You know, I can just leave,” you told them. “Which I think I’ll do. Have a nice life!”

“Hold on, ma’am.”

Ma’am? Wow. That would’ve angered you. It should have angered you. But it didn’t. Coming from that man, it was a little enticing, truth be told. A little dangerous, too. Lethal combination.

“If you really are alone as you say and ah… if you’ve got nothin’ else goin’ on, or nowhere else to be…”

“Wrap it up, Joel.”

He cleared his throat while you put your hands on your hips, waiting, resisting the temptation to break into a wide, cocky smile.

“We’d sure like to have you around,” he finished, scratching the back of his neck.

“Because you need my tracking skills and supplies, I assume.”

“Why else?”

Ellie nudged him again, leaving Joel dumbfounded. “What? It’s the damn truth.”

“Relax, it’s fine,” you told them. “We can use each other. Why else would we voluntarily travel together?”

Why else, indeed? Joel thought.

That was a year ago.

It has been a full year: avoiding clickers, finding lodging and protecting each other. Over time, obligatory protection turned into genuine care for one another. It came unexpectedly, slowly, and took both you and Joel by surprise.

Ellie, she got used to it pretty quickly. But you and Joel, being two sides of the same coin, almost refused to believe that you would throw yourselves in front of a bullet to save each other. But Joel has done that more than once, for both you and Ellie.

So of course, with that, your gratitude for his protective stance grew into fondness, appreciation, stretching out into a dangerous territory. Desire.

Now, you aren’t sure if it’s the fact that Joel is essentially the only man around you within miles or that you’ve been deprived of any human touch for two decades, but the connection between you and Joel had grown stronger, built on mutual trust and respect, and irrefutably tense.

One particular instance comes to mind. It’s happened over three months ago, and it still haunts you.

You swayed Joel to leave with you in order to get more food. That meant leaving Ellie on her own in the bunker you had spent weeks building and perfecting, but you all knew she’d be more than safe.

“I know how to handle a gun, I got music, comics, water and food,” she reasoned with Joel, having you nod in the background. “And hello, we are underground. Under the ground? C’mon! This woman’s built a fortress like this before and she had all the peace in the world.”

With an unhurried, deep breath in, Joel was thus persuaded to leave Ellie in the solitude and safety of the bunker.

“We won’t be gone long,” he told her, much to your amusement. “That’s the hope, at least.”

“We’ll be fine, and so will Ellie. Now come on.”

You went, taking all the necessary precautions on the way. You reached a waterfall, just after what seemed like a car cemetery, surrounded by trees and plants. The view was breathtaking. Even Joel stood back for a while, taking in the landscape.

“Y’know, sometimes I see somethin’ like this and I think there’s still nice things in this world,” he cooed to you.

“There might be some things worth living for,” you agreed.

That was all the small talk you allowed yourselves. Then, you moved closer to the waterfall, observing a cave behind it. The more you approached it, the more intrigued you got.

Food was limited around there. Just some berries, but it was better than nothing. What you did find, though, were first aid kits, bullets and guns. Someone probably must’ve had their camp there, but it had been long abandoned.

You took all that you could, all that was in sight, then inspected the place a little further only to find yourselves backed up into a corner, with water dripping down on you, hiding from the clickers.

You glared at Joel, frightened. You did not give a shit about yourself, knowing you couldn’t run the risk of an infection. You were more worried about him. And yet there he was, holding you in his arms, pressing you close to his chest. You were so close, you could feel his skin through the now soaking wet shirt. You never felt more exposed or vulnerable, and neither did Joel. The more he stared at you, the shallower his breaths got.

He’s never given it a second thought about allowing someone else in, not after Sarah. Then Ellie showed up, turned his whole world around. And now, he found you, someone who understood him more than he understood himself, someone of great skill and an almost brutal beauty that could resist any danger. Even now, as you remained encased in his strong embrace, with water dripping down on you relentlessly, you were absolutely captivating.

He couldn’t think of you that way, though. He had forbade himself time and time again.

And time and time again he failed spectacularly.

The clickers were long gone when he finally let you go. Neither of you said anything. You barely found the strength to let go of each other, renouncing the feeling of wet clothing against wet clothing, burning, aching skin underneath them.

“We should go,” he cooed, clearing his throat.

“We should.”

The atmosphere was tense, your muscles tightened with the possibilities presented ahead of you and the tension that’s settled deep within.

You never spoke about that day. You never spoke about how his hand grazed your back, ever so gently, barely daring to touch you, as if he were afraid you’d break under it. You never spoke about how your whole body caught afire when he pulled you to his chest, or how close your lips were to his.

But it has grown to be obvious even to Ellie.

Ever since you returned from the waterfall that day, she did everything in her power to make sure you and Joel spent as much time together as possible. More often than not, that irritated Joel, but actually going through with it, he realized that he really did enjoy spending time alone with you. But in a world where you could be killed at any given moment, privacy was a tough concept to have, let alone enjoy.

“Why don’t you just ask her out?” Ellie suggested Joel one faithful evening.

He huffed, finding the idea more than amusing. Absurd, even.

“Ask her out?” he repeated. “Where?”

Ellie shrugged. “I don’t know. How about a picnic? I hear that’s romantic.”

“I don’t—“

“You do know what a date is, don’t you?”

Joel scoffed mockingly. “I’ll have you know, I have been on plenty of dates before the breakout, young lady.”

“That was… what, a century ago?”

“Now listen here—“

“Yes, this world’s a mess, but some things haven’t changed. Like dates, romance and all that crap.”

“Great talk, is that Shakespeare?”

“Who?”

Joel rolled his eyes and placed his hands on his hips. He was more nervous than usual, which was zero.

“Get to the damn point,” he said.

“Do something to let her know you care about her.”

“I don’t do that gooey crap, okay? I’m no good at those damn things.”

“I’m guessing you once were, given the fact that you had a kid. How else would you—“

“Ah, ah, okay, that’s enough!”

“You do like her, don’t you?”

Joel faltered, searching his own thoughts and feelings. It was difficult to admit even to himself, let alone allow the words to leave his mouth. But if Ellie could tell there was something going on, it means whatever this was, it was a greater force than the two of you.

With a shy and self-conscious nod, Joel thus admitted Ellie’s suspicion. She squealed in the slightest, containing her excitement when she noticed his face.

“Trust me on this,” she said, putting her hand on his shoulder. “A picnic is the way to go.”

“Hang on. Do you think—“

He cleared his throat, visibly uncomfortable with the topic of his personal life, but Ellie could tell he was really trying.

“Do you reckon she’ll like it?” he asked.

“If it’s down here… eh. But if it’s on the surface, beneath the stars… a whole other story.”

Even Joel couldn’t deny the fact that it did sound like quite the private moment. It was risky, sure, but under the right circumstances, with the right precautions…

But there was another issue. Joel took a liking to you, but what if you didn’t? What if you thought of him as nothing more but an old gruff?

“What if she doesn’t like me?” he asked Ellie, still uncomfortable, yet somehow more insecure.

Ellie nearly laughed. But that wouldn’t have helped Joel with his self-doubt, and she didn’t meant to offend him in such a sensitive situation.

“I don’t think you’ll have a problem with that, Joel.”

“How the hell are you so sure?”

“This breakout sharpened some senses of yours, but didn’t help you with the others, man.”

“If you think this is funny, it ain’t, kid.”

“I’m sorry. She does like you. The way she looks at you… that’s chemistry 101.”

Joel gulped, nodding several times to himself, trying to focus on the task at hand. All he had to do was put together a decent meal, get a blanket and just ask you out to dine under the stars.

Ask her out. Just ask her out.

After so many things he’s done over the years, you’d think just inviting you to grab a bite would be a piece of cake. But the more he thought about it, the more his temples and palms began to sweat and the more he wanted to forget about the whole thing and mind his own business.

The way she looks at you… that’s chemistry 101.

Ellie’s words still lingered on his mind, hours after they’ve been spoken. He reluctantly prepared some food: soup, beans and canned peaches. Wasn’t exactly dinner in a five star restaurant, but compared to some of the food he’s had in the past, it was a feast, alright.

He laid it all on the blanket, looking at the display. He managed to secure a spot behind a lot of bushes, which meant some seclusion from potential danger. And the weather was in Joel’s favor too, it seemed; the sky was clear, its stars shining brightly right above him, thousands of them.

“It looks really beautiful, doesn’t it?”

The voice startled him. He turned around to be met with your benevolent face, and he smiled politely, wiping his hands on his jeans. He swore he never sweated this much ever in his life, not since he was a teenager at least, and it’s shaping up to be embarrassing.

“Haven’t seen somethin’ this beautiful in quite some time,” Joel admitted, his eyes stealing glances at your figure.

Then you noticed the blanket and the food, smartly concealed from the rest of the world, but not to you and him apparently. You smiled in the slightest, albeit your confusion.

“I’m gonna go on a limb and say this was your doing,” you said, pointing at the blanket.

“Yeah, this was me. Nothin’ fancy, just a lil’ spread. I figured… y’know, you’d be hungry.”

“I am a fan of food.”

Joel chuckled a little nervously, scratching the back of his neck. “It’s sort of a, ah… what do you call it? One of those things.”

You noticed that he was more talkative than usual, by a lot, and that he was quite fidgety, which could mean one thing.

“Joel, is this a date?” you asked.

“I—I told the kid I ain’t good at these things, it’s been a long time and it’s stupid. Who does this in the middle of a goddamn apocalypse? Jesus Christ.”

“Wait, was this Ellie’s idea?”

Joel huffed, hands frantic through his hair as he moved around.

“It kind of was. I wanted to do somethin’ nice to show you…”

“What?”

With Joel, it was the little things. You knew the kind of man he was, the heartbreak he’s had and the loss that caused it, and so he stopped longing for big things. He only cared about the small things. A blanket to keep Ellie warm; carrying a backpack when it gets too heavy for her, holding her hand when you’re crossing a bridge because he doesn’t want her to fall.

You didn’t expect anything else when it came to romance.

Or something close to it.

“What did you want to show me, Joel?” you asked sweetly.

“That you’re… important to us,” he muttered. “To me.”

You didn’t want to make this any more difficult for him, so you simply smiled and thanked him, not asking for more clarification. It was pretty evident that the picnic, while Ellie’s idea, was his intention of spending some time with you, and you were grateful for being able to do just that.

The years hadn’t been kind to you either despite your perhaps unfair advantage of immunity. But you could take comfort in knowing that Joel was one person on that earth who truly understood you. The years might’ve greyed his hair a little, added a few more wrinkles here and there and dark circles under his eyes, but Joel Miller was still a very handsome man. He was probably unaware of how he was perceived, or he couldn’t have cared less, but either way, in a post-apocalyptic world he was definitely a sight for sore eyes.

“You know, Ellie kept talkin’ about your broken watch,” you said, closely watching his reaction. “Saying maybe she should get you a new one.”

Sneaking a glance at the watch, Joel gulped, finishing his food. He didn’t reply yet.

“But I told her you probably don’t want a new one,” you continued, much to his surprise.

“You did?”

“You probably have it from someone dear to you and it’s the last connection you have to that person.”

Astounded, Joel could only nod, still in awe that you figured out the whole thing before he even said anything.

“I’m guessing it was from your daughter,” you said.

“It is.”

You smiled, the gesture bittersweet. You reach into one of your pockets and reveal an old drawing. Joel took it in his hand, examining it. It was signed Layla, and addressed to Mommy. In that moment, Joel’s heart stood still, aching.

“My daughter drew this a few weeks before she died,” you explained.

“I didn’t know you had a kid. You never mentioned it.”

“You never really talked about your daughter.”

“It’s too hard.”

“I know. But if we stop talking about them, we erase their memory. Like they never existed.”

Joel thought about what you said, processing your words. Indeed, the memory of Sarah was farther and farther away. It ached a little less, but he knew the pain would never be gone completely.

“What happened to her?” he asked you instead.

“Crossfire. Some police officers thought we were infected, and a group of bandits. We got caught in the middle, and my daughter got the worst of it.”

It still ached you too, as Joel noticed, but he did find odd comfort in knowing that someone could fully relate to him.

“I know this drawing won’t pass the test of time, but for as long as it’ll be here, I’m content with it.”

Joel didn’t think much about what he was doing then; next thing he knew, his fingers were intertwined with yours, hands curled together. He looked down, painfully aware of the touch, but didn’t pull away, especially not when you flashed a little smile down his way.

“Thank you for the picnic, Joel,” you said.

“Least I could do.”

“I think we both know it was more than what you thought you’d do. And I really do appreciate it.”

You gently squeezed his hand, and Joel’s heart nearly stopped. He settled to gaze at the sky with you, with nothing else to be said. For now, at least.

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Rebecca having a crush on reader . Bonus points if reader is a bad ass lawyer , even her ex husband can't stand reader. PPS. When he would make mean comments to Rebecca ,reader would be fiercely protective of Rebecca and lightly threaten ( legal actions ofc ) and Rebecca just wants reader even more.

Sorry if it's silly ! Feel free to ignore.

Yesss I love this so much! Not silly at all!! Thank you so much for the request!💕💕

"I don't know what to do." Rebecca says, defeated.

"Becks, he can't buy shares of the club, that was part of the divorce deal, I read it over a hundred times, he can't do it." You say, comforting her.

"But his new fiancée is the one who owes them, not him."

"It doesn't matter, once they're married it counts," Rebecca looks at you with worry in her eyes. "And if it doesn't I'll make sure it does. I'll make that man's life a living hell, trust me." You put your hand over hers to comfort her.

She chuckles and looks at you, a little more relaxed but still worried.

Rebecca feels a flutter in her chest as you hold her hand, she puts her hand over yours and looks into your eyes.

"Thank you, I don't know who else to talk to about this." She says.

"Of course! You know you can always talk to me about anything." You say with a smile.

You look at her, she definitely seems less frazzled than she was when you first came into her office, but you know she won't be completely relaxed until Rupert leaves her the hell alone. It's crazy to you that even when she's upset or stressed or worried, she's still so effortlessly beautiful.

Rebecca lays back on her couch and takes a deep breath.

"It's like his life's mission is to fuck with me, it's exhausting."

"He's such a twat. I'm so sorry you have to deal with him. Give me the word and I'll have him buried in lawsuits for the rest of his life."

Rebecca laughs and looks over at you. It's hard for her to imagine that there's someone who cares so much about her. Especially someone so kind and smart, and strong. 'She's so beautiful.' Rebecca thinks to herself.

"Thank you, but I don't think that'll do much, I think it will just make him more determined to keep derailing my life."

"I get it, but like I said, if you change your mind, just give me the go ahead and I'll get it done like that!" You snap your fingers and you both laugh.

"So tell me, any new Bantr matches?" You ask with a smirk.

Rebecca looks away and doesn't answer.

"Rebecca! You have to tell me!" You say with excitement as you move closer to her.

She bites her lip and grabs her phone and opens the app. She hands you her phone and you scroll through the messages.

"Oh damn, he's smooth." You say as you side eye her.

You feel a little jealous as you read through their messages but brush it off. You want to be happy for your friend.

Rebecca thinks she picks up on a hint of jealousy on your face but quickly dismisses it, convincing herself that you would have to like her to be jealous, and she is sure you don't see her that way. Even if she sees you that way.

"Wow Becks, smooth? Intelligent? A romantic? He very well might be a serial killer." You laugh.

"Oh my god y/n," She says with a laugh as she snatches her phone back. "He is not!"

You both laugh as you make more jokes, suddenly, Rebecca's face drops. Before you're able to turn around you hear a voice that sends chills up your spine.

"Well, well, I didn't know there was a party going on in here, I'm offended that I wasn't invited."

Rupert.

You snap your head around and there he is, the king of douchebags, Rupert Mannion.

"Rupert," Rebecca says.

"Why the fuck are you here?" You say bluntly.

"Y/n," he says, clearly not happy. "Always great seeing you."

"You and I both know that's a fucking lie. Why are you here?"

"What?" He says, acting offended. "I can't stop by and pay my ex-wife a friendly visit?"

"You're as friendly as a rattlesnake Rupert. And no, you can't." You glare at him.

He looks over at Rebecca, acting as if you're no longer there.

"My dear Rebecca, how have you been?" He asks, trying to turn his charm all the way up.

"State your business or leave Rupert, we don't have time for your games."

You look over at Rebecca and she suddenly seems so small. You hate that even being in his presence makes her shrink down to almost nothing. You hate him for enjoying it so much too.

Rebecca always feels intimidated when she's around him since they've been divorced, he still holds power over her and they both know it, and he loves it. Her heart hurts when she sees him, but she looks over at you and a bit of calm washes over her, just being around you relaxes her.

"Well, I wanted to chat about the shares Bex recently acquired."

"You mean the ones you bought under her name?" You say, glaring at him.

"I didn't purchase them for her, I just, loaned her some money."

"Mhm." You grumble.

"Anyway, I wanted to chat about the team, but I see you're busy, so I'll come back another time." He says.

"You and I both know you know better than to do that unless you want to be tied up in litigation for the very limited time you have left on this Earth."

Rupert glares at you, you have to admit, he can be intimidating, but you hate him way more than he is intimidating so it doesn't bother you.

You look over at Rebecca and she looks impressed, but also grateful. Rebecca feels another flutter in her chest as you stand up to him, something that she hasn't yet found the courage to do. She's amazed at how someone can be so strong and so beautiful at the same time. The flutter grows stronger as you continue to stand up for her.

He looks at her and looks down, seeing Bantr open on Rebecca's phone.

"Ah, I see you're getting back out there. Good for you, it's must be difficult to get back into the game at this age." He says, taking one final stab at her before he leaves.

His words cut her like a knife, she wishes so badly that his words would mean nothing to her, but they still mean so much.

"Out. Now." You say pointing at the door with daggers in your eyes.

"It was lovely seeing you both." He says.

He walks out and you look over at Rebecca, you can tell his words cut her, deeply.

"Don't listen to him." You say as you wrap your arms around her, comforting her.

"I'm okay," She says quietly.

You keep hugging her and you feel her lean her head on your shoulder and hug you back. Her heart soars a little and she relaxes into your arms. It's taking everything in her not to cry, but the longer she's in your arms, the more peace she feels. You place your hand on the back of her head and gently rock her. She closes her eyes and a smile crosses her face as you rock her back and fourth, she could stay here forever.

"I can't wait for the day that man dies." You say, trying to lighten the mood a little.

Rebecca lets out a laugh and slowly pulls away.

"Both you and Sass." She says.

"God we're gonna throw the biggest party ever, it's going to be magnificent."

You both laugh and you hold onto her hand. She looks into your eyes and you both feel a little spark.

"Thank you." She says with a smile.

"Of course, you know I got you."

A few weeks later you're out to dinner with Rebecca and Keeley, the three of you chatting, drinking, having a great time. You look over to the entrance of the restaurant and your blood boils when you see Rupert and his fiancée walk in. Rupert looks over and makes eye contact with you, you see a sinister smile cross his face as he makes his way over after his leads his fiancée to their table.

"Son of a bitch." You say.

"What?" Rebecca asks, looking over. You see her face drop when she sees him. Her heart sinks as he struts his way over, she looks at you and sees the anger in your eyes. She hates how angry he makes you, but she also loves how fiercely you protect her.

"Oh shit what is he doing here?" Keeley asks.

"Ladies, how are you all tonight?" He asks.

"We were having a good time." You say, glaring at him.

You see his eyes flicker with anger and he looks over at Rebecca, you know he's going to say something to hurt her.

"Rebecca, darling, look at you-"

"Rupert if you know what's good for you you won't say another fucking word." You feel a fire in your chest surge as you stand up.

"Y/n, I just don't understand why you have it out for me so badly."

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

"It's so unattractive for a woman of your nature to be so vulgar."

"Do you actually think I give a flying fuck what you think about me?"

Keeley and Rebecca look at each other, both amused and surprised.

Rupert leans in closer to you.

"You know, one phone call and your career would be gone." He quietly threatens.

A sense of fear creeps it's way in as Rebecca hears his threats. The last thing she wants is for something to happen to you because you're protecting her. She goes to speak but stops when you respond.

"You know, after our last lovely encounter, I looked into some of your smaller businesses, and found some really strange shell companies linked to them. I'm sure you have no idea how that happened." You sarcastically laugh and lean in a little closer. "But you know, I do have some very good friends that work in HM that would be very, very interested in them." You pull back and stare daggers into him.

You see a flash of anger in his eyes, he goes to speak but grumbles at you instead and walks away. You stare at him as he walks back to his table, takes his fiancée by the hand and walks out of the restaurant.

Rebecca is stunned, she never knew about any of that. The flutter in her chest explodes as she watches you stand up to Rupert in such a bold way. She thinks about grabbing your face and kissing you right then and there but doesn't act on it. She doesn't even know if you like her like that.

"You are fucking incredible." Keeley says, staring at you wide eyed.

The anger in your chest calms and you look over at Rebecca, who's staring at you. You think you see a little lust in your eyes, but it could also just be your adrenaline.

"How did you know about those companies?" Rebecca asks.

"I didn't." You say with a shit eating grin.

Keeley and Rebecca stare at you, their mouths wide open.

"Holy shit!" Keeley exclaims. "That was a huge gamble!"

"Well, from my experience, when someone has that much money, there's a good chance there's something shady going on somewhere."

Rebecca looks at you, impressed. She understands the risk you took in making that assumption, because if it backfired, it could have went very badly.

"So that should keep him away for a little while. At least long enough for me to actually find those shell companies." You give Rebecca a wink and you raise your glass.

She feels the air rush out of her chest when you wink at her.

"To not putting up with pieces of shit!" You say.

"Here here!" Keeley says.

The three of you cheers and you look over at Rebecca as you take a sip, her eyes glimmering at you.

Dinner ends and Keeley gets picked up by Roy, you take Rebecca back to her house. You walk her in and take a seat on the couch.

"Thank you, again, for dealing with him." Rebecca says. "I'm sorry he keeps interrupting every time we've been getting together."

"I'm not." You say.

She looks at you, confused.

"I'd rather be there and rip him a new one every time he shows up than not and him getting the opportunity to take pleasure in hurting you."

Rebecca looks down with a smile on her face. She looks back up at you and sits next to you on the couch and wraps her arms around you. She smells your perfume, wrapping her arms around you, she feels like she floating as you wrap your arms around her.

"Thank you." She says.

"That's what friends are for love." You say, hugging her tighter.

You pull away and Rebecca's hands linger on your leg for a moment. Rebecca looks into your eyes, her green eyes glimmering. For a fleeting second, Rebecca thinks about closing the distance between the two of you, she wants nothing more than to feel your lips on hers. You notice the pause as you look into her eyes. "Does she like me?" You think to yourself.

The moment passes and Rebecca removes her hands from you leg. You break eye contact and look at your phone. You notice it's getting late and you stand up to leave.

"Thanks again, for everything." She says.

"Of course."

You give her another hug.

"If he shows up again let me know and I'll take care of him." You say with a smile.

"I will." She says back.

The entire ride home you're questioning whether or not she likes you more than just friends, those few fleeting seconds stay on your mind for the rest of the night.

Rebecca closes the door and leans back against it.

"Damnit Rebecca." She says to herself, disappointed at the missed opportunity.

You two see each other a few more times, it's a little uncomfortable since both of you are unsure about how the other one feels but neither of you dare to say anything out loud; but the awkwardness quickly fades.

You walk into AFC Richmond to meet Rebecca for lunch, as you turn the corner, you see Rupert coming down the stairs from Rebecca's office. You feel a switch flip inside of you, anger and fear burn in your chest.

"Y/n, lovely to see you." He says, a little too happily.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" You growl.

"Just paying my ex a visit, I had some exciting news to share with her."

You look up the stairs, wanting to push him out of the way and rush up to her to make sure she's okay. He can see the fear in your eyes and he smiles.

"Wonderful to see you, y/n."

"You son of a bitch." Your eyes don't leave the stairwell.

Rupert walks away and you rush up and see Rebecca standing in her office, tears in her eyes, frozen, like someone just ripped her heart out of her chest.

Rebecca gets up out of her chair and crosses her office, before she reaches the door Rupert walks in and greets her with his charming, almost evil smile.

His eyes pierce through her as he looks at her, she immediately knows he's up to no good.

"Rupert, what are you doing here?"

"Just wanted to share some news with you before you hear it from someone else."

Rebecca looks at him with caution.

"Bex and I are having a baby."

His words hit her like a truck, smashing her already fragile heart into a thousand pieces. Tears well up in her eyes but she puts every ounce of effort into holding herself together. She explodes a little, surprised and outraged that he's having a child at his age, or having a child at all. He always told her he never wanted kids, even though she always did.

"I just didn't want them with yo-" he looks into her eyes. "Then."

The air leaves her lungs, it may have been less painful if he just reached into her chest and actually pulled her heart out. She doesn't even hear what he says when he leaves, all of the sounds around her are muffled. She can feel her heart in her throat, her brain tries to make her move but her body doesn't respond.

She looks up and sees you running towards her.

"Rebecca?" You run up to her and grab her by the shoulders. "Honey what happened?"

Tears start to stream down her cheeks, you cup her face in your hands and she looks at you. Your heart breaks when she looks into your eyes, you can tell whatever he said, it completely destroyed her.

"What happened?"

"He, he's having a baby."

Heavier tears fall from her eyes, you feel rage build inside of you like you've never felt before. Without realizing what you're doing, you walk away from Rebecca back down the stairs.

"Y/n," Rebecca says as her voice cracks.

"RUPERT." You scream.

You get down the stairs and turn down the hall, you see Rupert down the hall facing you with a grin on his face.

"HOW FUCKING DARE YOU." You scream as you walk towards him.

"Are you not going to congratulate me?"

"You son of a bitch how could you?! This is low, even for you you piece of shit."

You're shaking with anger, you're not even aware of what you're saying, all you know is that he hurt her and he's not getting away with it.

"What? Would you rather her find out from the tabloids?" He says with a smirk.

"You mean like how she found out about you fucking around on her? You didn't have the balls to tell that to her face did you?"

"I've done things I'm not proud of-"

"Oh please spare me your bullshit. You know I'm almost convinced you don't even want a baby, you're just having one with her to spite Rebecca."

"I'm offended-"

"Good. And you should be ashamed of yourself. I hope your wife is a great mother because you're going to be a horrible father."

You see a shift in his eyes, you think that actually hurt him a little.

"I bet she'll be a single parent by the time that baby turns two, and that's being fucking generous given I'm sure you're already fucking other women behind her back."

You see the anger burning in his eyes, he takes a step forward and gets closer to you.

"I am getting very tired of your attitude." He growls.

"I'm fucking tired of you harassing Rebecca!" You yell back.

"Why do you care so much?" His eyes narrowing.

"Because unlike you I actually give a shit about her. You never fucking cared about her. And for whatever sick fucking reason all you care about now is making her life a living hell. She' is fucking amazing and you never deserved her."

"I loved her."

"I'm sure you did, I'm sure you loved her so much. You know, I think you had so much love for your wife that you had to go and share it with a dozen other women."

You see an anger in his eyes you've never seen before, you'd be afraid if you weren't in a complete rage.

"Rupert leave her the fuck alone." You growl at him.

"Or what?"

"You will regret it."

"Is that a threat? You more than anyone should know how quickly one could take action against a threat like that." He says, taking another step forward trying to intimidate you.

You take a step forward towards him, the two of you less than a foot apart.

"It's a promise." You say, staring into his eyes. "You and I both know how quickly I can take you down if you don't start cleaning up your little messes. That is, if I haven't already made the call."

His stare becomes more intense, trying to scare you off, but you match his anger, refusing to back down.

"Is everything okay here?"

You see a security guard out of the corner of your eye. Rupert notices him too, he growls at you and looks over at the guard, breaking eye contact.

"Everything is fine, I was just leaving." He says.

He looks back at you and gives you another glare as he turns and walks out. You keep your stance, your eyes fixated on him until the front doors close behind him. You turn to go back to the stairs and see Rebecca standing at the bottom of them, her eyes fixated on you.

Rebecca watches you storm out of her office screaming Rupert's name, going down the stairs after him as she stands there, frozen in place. She hears you screaming at him and then hears you say her name and starts to snap out of her daze. She walks down the stairs and peers around the corner, watching the two of you in your heated argument. Her heartbreak turns to fear when she sees him take a step towards you, he's not a violent man, but she's worried he might take it too far. Her fear eases, watching you stand up to him, staying strong and not backing down, she'd be turned on if there wasn't a thousand different thoughts rushing through her head at the moment.

She hears you tell him he's going to be a terrible father and notices the shift in his eyes, even from as far away as she's standing. That one definitely hurt. Rupert? A dad? The thought itself is insane, he's well into his 70s. The thought of him having a child with someone else is painful, it cuts into the core of her soul. He said he never wanted kids, so she gave up that dream for him, now he's starting a family and it's too late for her.

Her attention is brought back to the argument when she hears Rupert ask you why you care so much. The pain in her chest begins to mix with flutters hearing you say that you care about her, and that you think she's amazing. She sees him step up to you again and the fear creeps back in, but it fades as quickly as it appeared when you step up to him.

At this point, all Rebecca can focus on is you, she isn't even listening to the argument anymore. Enamored with how you're fighting for her, and against him no less, the fluttering in her chest continues. She watches you as you watch him leave the building, staring at you in awe, even as you turn around she can't change the look on her face.

You walk up to Rebecca, standing at the bottom of the steps, looking at you, and put your hand on her arm.

"Come on, let's go upstairs." You gently say, guiding her away from the small crowd that formed during the fight.

You get into her office and close the door, you make your way over to the couch and take a seat next to Rebecca. You gently cup her face in your hand and look into her eyes, worried about her.

"Are you okay?" You ask as the concern in your eyes grows.

Rebecca looks into your eyes and says nothing, after a moment she wraps her arms around you and pulls you into a hug. You tightly hug her back, hoping she feels every ounce of love you're pouring into her.

"Thank you." She quietly says, her arms still tightly wrapped around you.

You place your hand on the back of her head and hold her tighter, you've never felt so close to Rebecca before, there's a part of you that never wants this hug to end.

She pulls back a little and looks into your eyes as tears line hers, your hand slides from the back of her head to her cheek. She's still so hurt from Rupert's news, but she can't help but feel at peace when she's with you.

Without a second thought, Rebecca leans in and places her lips on yours. It definitely comes as a shock to you, you were never expecting this, you weren't even sure if she liked you like that.

Rebecca immediately notices your hesitation and pulls away, your hand still on her face, you feel her cheek flush with embarrassment. Before she's able to pull away completely you bring her back into you, your lips meeting once again. Your heartbeat begins to race as you kiss her, you move your hand down to her neck and feel her pulse rising too. Her bottom lip slips between yours and you flick your tongue across it. She parts her lips and you slide your tongue in, it's greeted excitedly by hers when it enters.

You both feel like you're floating, like nothing else in the world exists but the two of you. You feel one of her hands on your chest while the other grabs your waist, you hold her face close to you with one hand and the other grabs a fistful of her golden hair behind her head.

The kiss could have lasted for two minutes or two hours, neither of you are really sure when your lips finally part. Your hands fall to her waist, you look into her eyes, you still see the pain, but you also see love.

"That was amazing, watching you go after him." She says looking at your lips.

"I'd do it every day for the rest of my life if I had to." You say with a smile.

She looks into your eyes and leans in, your lips meeting again. She pushes you backwards, softly pushing you onto your back on the couch cushion. She lays on top of you, your lips not parting once, you hold onto her hips as she holds onto you, your heartbeats synching as you kiss.

"Fuck Rupert." You think to yourself. "If he can't take care of her, I will."

#rebecca welton x reader #hannah waddingham #rebecca welton #rebecca welton fanfic #ted lasso #ted lasso fic #willalove75 #wlw fanfic

[that-damn-fouth-chaosemerald]

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Hi! I finally made Nathan Prescott headcanons! TwT

I hope this is not as short as my other headcanons... And I hope you guys will enjoy! ^^

If you find english mistakes, sorry about that, it's not my first lengauge! 😅

Btw, if your want to listen some musics for my headcanons, or maybe later, I updated my Nathan Prescott playlist!

Enjoy! 💕

×❢ About my work ❢×

so much fluff, one part of dirty minded Nathan, the reader is in a realitionship with Nathan, Victoria is not a b!tch to the reader, a bit of swearing, talking a bit about Mark is hot, for any gender

Fandom: Life is Strange

Character: Nathan Prescott

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(The picture is not mine!)

𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠: Everybody Wants To Rule The World by Tears For Fears

“Help me to decide Help me make the Most of freedom and of pleasure Nothing ever lasts forever

Everybody wants to rule the world

There's a room where the light won't find you Holding hands while the walls come tumbling down When they do, I'll be right behind you”

• You usally give him a lot of hugs

• He thinks that you're cute

• Sometimes you guys just sit in his rooms, you rest on his chest, while he's smoking

• You want to help him

• You listening his problems, thoughts, try to make his life a bit easier

• You care about him, and he knows it

• And he's so greatful about that and it makes him feel better

• You want to let know with him that you will always be here for him, no matter what happens

• You always want to make him laugh or just smile

• Because he looks so sweet when he does it and it's makes you happy

• You also love feeding his ego

• And he loves it when you do it

• "Damn, this shirt really looks good on you" you said with flirtatious smile on your face.

"I know." he said with a smug smirk.

You chuckle, while he looks for another clothes for the Vortex party.

• Sometimes you two just listen some music silently and alone

• Or Victoria joins to you

• When Victoria is here, you three talks about other classmates of yours

• Or about teachers

• "To be honest, Mark is hot." she said while does her makeup.

Nathan goes silent.

"Mr Jefferson?" you ask curiosly.

"Yeah! Don't you think?"

"Well…" you start thinking of you answer.

"You actually thinks that an old, hipster professor hotter than me?" Nathan says while he act he was insulted.

You chuckle while you give him a little kiss on his cheek.

"Never." you say kindly.

"Eww, get a room." Victoria chuckles.

You start to laugh.

• He doesn't really like to feel sad and uptight

• But when he does that, you always here to comfort him

• "When I was six years old, my father shouted me that I'm worthless" he says silently, while his gaze gets darker.

You start to feel angry while he says that.

"Welp" you start to speak in an uptight tounge "your dad is an asshole. And I think you're amazing!"

Nathan silently chuckles.

"Thanks Y/N!" he slowly close his eyes, but while you snuggle up to him. "I love you!" he says calmly.

"I love you too!"

• But sometimes he can get really dirty minded

• Nathan listened music, he got lost in his thougts while he waited for you to be ready.

"Okay, be honest" you say it as you finally got ready and walk over to him "do I look shitty, or very shitty?" you still adjust your party clothes.

Nathan gives you a smug, playful smirk as he looks at you.

"You look hot as always." he says with a smug smile while you start blush a little. "But trust me, you'll look more beautiful if I'll take off your clothes." he winks at you playfully.

You feel that your face starts to burn.

"Eww" you start chuckle "Why are you so dirty minded always?"

Nathan starts to laugh.

• Sometimes you guys out of the school, and play basketball, football or something else

• Or you guys just walking around Blackwell

• "You really want to see me playing basketball? Me?" you start pointing at yourself.

"Stop whining like a little girl! I'll teach you." he smiles at you encouraginly.

You sigh. "Okay, let's start…"

• He wants your attention everytime

• You sigh.

"Nathan, I need to study!" you say it tiredly.

"You can study later." he grabs your book and takes down to the table. After that he leans into your lap.

You smile at him tiredly as you shook your head.

#nathan prescott #nathan prescott x reader #nathan x reader #lis #lis 1 #life is strange 1 #life is strange #life is strange x reader #nathan life is strange #nathan prescott imagine #nathan prescott lis #life is strange imagine #fluff #life is strange playlist #nathan prescott playlist #so much fluff #Spotify

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

hey, since i saw your requests were open again, i was wondering if i could make a request based on a previous one you already did?

it's the "x character with gentle giant farmer", but with other marriage candidates: could you make one for more RSV/SDV bachelorettes, those being Blair, Irene, Corine, Haley and Abigail? totally okay if not!!

thank you, take care!!

Sure thing, dear anon 😊 Thank you for your ask and have a great day as well 🫰💕

Abigail, Haley, Irene, Blair and Corine with the Gentle giant!Farmer:

Haley:

Haley may not say it out loud, but her rosy cheeks give her away. "They're huge...."

To be honest, Haley was afraid of them at first, so she tried to avoid them.

Who'd have thought Farmer had a heart of gold and will become her partner beloved lover?

In a romantic relationship with Farmer, she feels like a princess.

Her gentle giant is so caring, hardworking, and kind, and- *hee hee* Haley's "naughty spoilt brat" sugar wrap melted instantly.

They will always help her open jars! So strong!

Never forgetting to praise Farmer and brag to her friends about how perfect her partner is at everything.

Abigail:

Farmer and Abigail are basically a power couple.

Constant forays into the Mine have become routine, because Abigail knows her giant partner will always protect her. But also, the amethyst lover is very fond of their tender side.

She can't help but awe when her partner plays with the little chickens.

Piggyback, piggyback, piggyback!

Loves her partner's strong yet cosy embrace. If it were Abigail's will - she would cuddle with them all day long, because it feels so good and she feels loved and safe.

Even if her partner is a giant, she would defend Farmer with all her fury if someone dared to insult them.

Blair:

"Wow, they have such big-" Blair, please. "So big-" Blair, I swear to Yoba- "So-" Blair! "... big hands~" That woman, I swear...

Loves to hide behind Farmer's huge back to scare their interlocutor.

Formidable on the outside, but a real sweetheart on the inside! Farmer is Blair's love at first sight.

She has a hard time hauling a big catch of fish to home? Farmer can carry both the fish and her (and even has time to buy her favourite meringue at Pika's).

Loved sitting on their shoulders to get a good look at the concert performance at the Ridgeside Village event.

Irene:

*Squeak* every time Irene's gentle giant takes her in their arms.

*Squeak* every time Farmer's huge shadow falls over her.

*Squeak* every time they help her carry heavy bags of groceries to Amethyne Manor.

But all these squeaks are because she's in awe of her strong and kind giant Farmer, not because she's scared.

Irene is constantly spoiling them with delicious meals, insisting that they need to eat well to stay as big and strong as they are.

Oh Yoba, Farmer is so cute playing with the kids and farm animals! *Squeak!*

Corine:

Even though her beloved and gentle Farmer looks outwardly formidable and is quite capable of taking care of herself, Corine will still protect them if anything.

She radiates "Excuse me, they asked for no pickles" energy.

Very surprised at those who were frightened of Farmer? "They're a real sweetheart, won't hurt a fly!"

At first grumbled at her father because he didn't trust the Farmer, as being huge, they were intimidating.

Now she grumbles at her father who "is now confident that his daughter is safe with them." Hey, Corine can take care of herself!

(Though always happy for the care of her gentle giant Farmer).

#stardew valley #sdv #rsv #ridgeside village #sdv mods #thanks for the ask! #sdv haley #sdv abigail #rsv irene #rsv corine #rsv blair #rsv headcanons #sdv headcanons

[blackholelynn]

Ayo! Update time followed by a lil work story!!

So, the sequel to Your Protection is coming along smoothly! It would have come out a little sooner, but I tried to wing it with no concrete outline and just a mental one like I did the first one, and ended up having to stop and make an outline. I will likely have to rewrite some early scenes because of this, but I didn't scrap it and instead will fix all that in editing. 7 out of 11 scenes are done with about 7ish chapters/parts being the end product when all 11 scenes are done. Overall, I am very happy with the progress!

There is going to have to be a third story though, the lil arc I created for the sequel can't be standalone and I already have an idea of where to take the third one. Good news is also that I'm slowly understanding how to make time for my writing while no longer working from home, so hopefully the momentum picks up again!

Now for the work story: I had a ghost encounter at work! Again! 🙃

To preface, I work in an ER so to assume it's NOT haunted would be unlikely, but none of my other coworkers had mentioned anything (although I didn't ask because I am still new and didn't know their vibes fully yet). As of now, I have had two nightshifts where some ghosts apparently very much wanted to talk to me. Like a lot, they were very persistent.

The first time was a couple weeks ago, I'm just minding my business when I hear a "Hey!" I assume it's one of the nurses in the back since the waiting room was empty and continue typin' away at my desk. Then I hear it again about an hour later. Then again. At this point, I head back to the back to see if one of the doctors is fucking with me because it was a man's voice and we have no male patients in the back and no male nurses on staff that shift. The nurses and doctor look at me a little weird and tell me "No, we haven't said anything to you all night." I laugh it off and go back to work hoping that whatever the fuck it is goes away so I can focus. This lasts all up until 5am when it happens one more time and I snap back "Hello?" I get nothing the last two hours of my shift.

Now, I was really unsure if I was just hearing shit with that because it's night shift and late, there's a lot of ambient noise in a hospital, you know how it goes. But LAST NIGHT, Y'ALL??? Absolutely no mistaking it.

So it's maybe an hour and a half into my shift, it's real slow, we only have one patient in the back and I haven't seen a soul since my shift started. Then all of a sudden I hear a whisper say "Alert." Again, I'm like 'oh no you're hearing shit again, wonderful'. Then I get another whisper asking, "Can you hear me?" Harder to write off but I still do it. Then I hear a very urgent whisper of, "Hey!" punctuated by the lights losing their fucking mind. Like bonkers off the wall flickering before they go back to normal. Head to the back with the nurses to ask them about their lights, and they say their's were fine. I sit back down at my desk trying not to freak when this motherfucker says, "Alert!" one more time. I ignore it and try to go back to work before I hear very very loud movement by the bathroom. Stomping, slamming, whole nine yards. I leave my desk to go around the corner and check in case a patient came in and I didn't notice because they could be in distress. I check the women's room and nothing, I knock on the men's room and call out and nothing. I even peek my lil head in there to find it completely empty so I'm satisfied no patients have come in and are currently in distress in the bathrooms. Then as I'm about to go BACK TO FUCKING WORK, I hear a stall door slam. Quickly do the whole bathroom check but they ARE empty. I hear nothing afterwards the rest of my shift and no one comes in or out of the bathrooms the whole time.

I still am trying to piece together if it was the same ghost both nights, but my friend (the one who I've posted about before lol I tell her everything) just said, "Damn, ghost must've had to shit real bad." when I told her the story lmao. So hopefully that's the end of my ghost encounters at work? I'm down literally any other time except for work because I gotta stay professional and alert to the LIVE people and patients that come in, but of course that's when ghosts decide to talk 🥴

#update #personal #lynn shitposts #ghost #spirit #literally what the fuck #why do they decide to talk when i am actively unable to respond #also that friend does absolutely have a tag on my blog now its this one 👉 #shes very great trust me i love her 💕 #i blog about her too much for her NOT to get a tag

[shina913]

Coquet, Part 1 | JJK

Coquet, Part 1

\ kō-​ˈket Definition: noun. a man who indulges in flirtation.

✫✫✫Coquet Masterlist✫✫✫

Pairing: Escort!JJK x Fem-reader

Rating: M (🔞)

Genre: Fake-dating!AU; Strangers to lovers; fluff; angst; smut

Warnings: cussing; explicit sexual conversations; hints of awkward family dynamic; fake-dating; hired escort; some anxiety; alcohol consumption

Word count: 2.3K+ words

Summary: On your brother's wedding, you dread traveling to see your family–whom you have successfully avoided for over a year after moving across the country for work. In an effort to save face, you hire an escort to get them off your back and perhaps even make your ex–who happens to be the best man–a little jealous.

A/N: I've been waiting for the right time and prompt to do another JJK fic so...I'm super excited for this. This is loosely inspired by The Wedding Date (2004) but with a slight twist. If you know the movie, I hope you'll still read along. I have a habit of getting prompts from random movies or shows that I revisit and then find some details that I'd like to switch up for my own personal wish-fulfillment bank so, I hope it does the same for yours as well! 😊

Thank you to @internetjunkdrawer for beta-ing and screaming with me (as if there was any other way of talking about this AU). Also thinking about you, @deepseavibez, my love. 💕

And with that, please enjoy Part 1!

“Hi, YN–It’s Jeon Jungkook. I apologize for not getting back to you last night but I just wanted to let you know that I got your message. Listen, I can tell that you’re nervous–I completely understand, but this is what I do for a living. And you know what? By the time this is all over, your ex will regret that he ever left you. Trust me,” he says.

“Anyway, I’ve got a couple things that I need to do this morning so I’m afraid we’ll just have to meet at the airport. I received the itinerary and the e-ticket, so I appreciate you sending those.” He sighs. “Well...I can’t wait to see you!”

******

Since taking your seat, you hadn’t been able to stop fidgeting–just unable to settle. You keep glancing back, past the business-class cabin entranceway, keeping an eye out for him.

You scroll through your phone for a couple minutes but even that can’t keep you calm as you couldn't stop your fingers from trembling. You slide your phone into your purse and pick up the in-flight safety instruction pamphlet and examine that instead.

“I’m guessing you’re not much of a frequent flyer?”

You look up to see a lady seated right across the aisle from you in business class. She gave you a kind smile and could sense your restlessness. “Oh…” You immediately tucked the pamphlet away. “No, I actually fly a fair amount. It’s just that–” you felt weird oversharing with this complete stranger but your anxiety just causes you to expel more words out of your mouth than necessary.

“My brother’s getting married and his best man is my ex. I just want to make sure that I know where all of the exits are in case I change my mind and you know…yeet myself out of this plane,” you rambled, finishing with a grimace.

She smiled at you uncomfortably before turning back to her e-reader. You sink into your seat in utter embarrassment. This trip was already off to a great start.

******

// Three months ago…

“Cris…I don’t know,” you said skeptically as you absentmindedly twirled your office chair around.

“What do you mean? I’m telling you, it’s very discreet. Literally, there’s an NDA option, if you really want to go there—“

“But that’s the point,” you protested. “I don’t know if I actually want to go there.” You ran your fingers gently over the calligraphy embossed on the thick, textured cardstock while talking to your friend on the phone.

“Maybe I’m just going to tell them that I’m tied up with a huge campaign and I have to be here to oversee everything.”

You hear Cristina groan angrily through your bluetooth earpiece. “That is the coward’s way out and you know it. Why are you the one left feeling insecure and embarrassed after all this time? You did nothing wrong! If anything, that asshole should back out and retreat into a dark hole if he knew what was good for him,” she spat out.

“Also, do you really think that Taehyung would allow his favorite sister to bow out of his own wedding?” She asked.

Ever since your mother remarried, you and Taehyung have developed an unexpectedly close bond over the years. He was a bonus sibling that you didn’t ask for and he sure as hell felt the same way about you in the beginning. As time went on, you realized that you would be around each other for a while and so your relationship organically grew. You loved and protected each other as if you had shared the same DNA.

You sighed, tossing your brother’s wedding invitation on your desk, where it lands on a pile of the rest of your interoffice mail. The last time you were around your family was during his engagement party–which was already a stretch for you. You flew out there, intending on staying for the weekend but were so traumatized by nosey friends and relatives that you ended up taking a red-eye that same evening to escape it all.

When you are still silent on the other line, Cristina urges you further.

“Babe, listen. I have it on a very reputable source that this service is 100% satisfaction guaranteed—or your money back.”

You rolled your eyes then chuckled. “I’m not buying a vacuum cleaner!”

“Really? Because by the sound of it, you seem like you need some good suction in certain places,” she cackled.

"Cristina!" you shrieked as her laughs rang on the other line.

You groaned. “Why are we friends again?”

She exclaimed, “Because! You love me and you know I’m not afraid to call you out on your bullshit,” she laughs. “And if there’s a chance that you can get a good dicking-down out of this—“

You immediately stop her right there. “Yah! Okay, I got it!” You sighed heavily, reaching over and picking up the invitation again, tapping it furiously on the surface.

After a long beat, you finally relent. “Fine. I’ll message him on the app. No promises, though. And who knows, he might not have any room on his calendar even with the three-month leeway. What with him being so popular and all,” you muttered.

You open the app on your phone and key in his name to pull up his profile–which turns up in your history because you’ve repeatedly visited and studied it obsessively for the last few days before chickening out and promptly closing it.

His page didn’t contain a photo but he was ranked at the top of your search results based on proximity and reviews alone. And boy, did he have a lot of them! He had hundreds of comments and triple the amount of anonymous ratings. Five stars on all of them. 10 out of 10, would highly recommend.

You shuddered at the thought. 

Before losing your nerve, you finally made up your mind and decide to pull the trigger. You tap on the envelope icon to begin typing a direct message to him.

“Well, either way, tell me how it goes! I want to know every detail!” Cristina says excitedly.

As your thumb hovered over your phone’s keypad, you asked your friend one last question. “Be honest–are you the reputable source claiming 100% satisfaction?”

After a brief pause, she says, “I’m afraid I can’t comment on that. I signed an NDA.”

//END FLASHBACK

******

“Ma’am–ma’am, you can’t be back here,” the flight attendant warns you.

“I’m sorry–I swear, I don’t have a drinking problem,” you breathed out after you helped yourself to a couple of mini bottles of cognac from the in-flight crew’s stock. “And you can charge my seat. I just…I’m just really nervous,” you say anxiously.

“W-we have some dramamine, if you–”

“N-no, it’s not that.“ You blurted out. “I’m nervous because any second now, my date will show up at 2B. I’ve never met him so…if there’s any chance that I’ve made a huge mistake and he looks like a troll, I need to be drunk enough for him to look really good.”

“Oh, honey,” Her brows flick up as she looks past your shoulder. “I think you need to sober up now to appreciate the masterpiece that just walked in,” she says, sounding flustered. 

Your brows furrowed. “What?”

She clears her throat and widens her eyes, tilting her chin up to gesture towards the cabin. “Say hello to 2B.”

You turn around slowly to find a man dressed in a dapper suit–his back facing you. He is welcomed by another flight attendant, who presents him with a tray of glasses filled with complimentary champagne.

You approached him carefully. As he reaches out to take a second flute, you catch a glimpse of his tattooed fingers, making your breath hitch.

“J-Jungkook?” You say with a hint of uncertainty.

Suddenly, time slips into slow-motion. At the sound of his name, he turns so fluidly. You couldn’t stop your jaw from dropping when you finally got a good look at him.

His hair was brushed up, letting a few strands fall loosely onto one side–barely brushing his eyebrow. He had big, dark eyes–eyes filled with youthful curiosity yet glazed with intense masculinity. It was a deadly combination that would unnerve anybody.

Your eyes zero-in on his mouth–pink and plush with a little freckle that sat beneath the fullest part of his lower lip. You watched it disappear as his lips curved into a slow, sexy smile.

“Hi, YN.” The sound of his voice was soft, but it was the underlying tone of it–firm but calm. And it oddly settled your nerves almost instantaneously.

When you finally pick your jaw up off the floor, he hands you the second glass of champagne. After you accept it, he takes your free hand in his and gently squeezes it. “Nice to meet you,” he says, then takes you by surprise when he leans in to plant a soft kiss on your cheek.

And just like that, your stomach is in knots again. He smiled after hearing you gasp softly at how forward he was. You gave him a tight smile in return, figuring that it was all part of the act.

“Let’s sit?” He offers. 

You’d interacted with him for all but 30 seconds but you were all-too-happy to obey. After he settles into his seat, he turns his full attention to you.

“I, uh–hope you didn’t have trouble checking in,” you said meekly.

“Everything went smoothly,” he says. “Thanks for making all the arrangements.”

You took a sip–actually, it was more of a hefty gulp–of your champagne.

“I’m sorry that I couldn’t leave sooner. I know that you wanted some time to get settled before heading to the party but–I ran into some extenuating circumstances,” he says vaguely.

You chuckled. “Must be peak season for you, huh?” You regretted the words the instant they left your mouth. 

His eyebrows quirk at your comment.

“I…I mean–” you stuttered. “I’m so sorry–I didn’t mean to say–”

He chuckled. “It’s okay. Doesn’t phase me,” he says calmly.

You sink into your seat, willing the ground to open up and swallow you whole.

“So…maybe, we can take this opportunity to get to know each other? It’s a 5-and-a-half hour flight. We should maximize our time, don’t you think?”

You nodded at his suggestion. “Uh, yeah,” you sat up straight. “Yeah, for sure. I should tell you, though–right off the bat…You know those families who are totally crazy and chaotic? But at the end of the day, they’re still your family and you love them regardless of all that?”

“Uh huh?”

“Yeah, my family is not like that.” You said immediately.

He stifled a snort. “Noted,” he says with a smile before taking a sip of his drink.

You quickly added, “I love my brother, though. And my dad. Well…stepbrother and stepdad,” you clarified. “We don’t share the same bloodline–so…I consider them more as unwilling participants in the craziness. Kind of like hostages,” you gave him a small smile.

He thinks it’s endearing and he gives you that million-dollar smile once more.

Holy shit…an entire week of this. You cleared your throat in an attempt to stay on track. “Anyway, should we talk about our cover story? Just so we’re on the same page and all,” you say, suddenly all business-like.

“Of course,” he says politely. “Always good to get the basics down.”

You both agree to a rehearsed but realistic and sensible story.

Jungkook is a cardiologist and you were introduced by a mutual friend months ago by going on a blind date. Even though you both had ridiculously busy schedules, you were both just absolutely crazy about each other and couldn't stand the thought of being apart so you found a way to make this relationship work.

“Okay–I've got it down,” he says nonchalantly.

“Are you sure? We can go over the details again?”

“YN–” he says in that quiet but stern tone that stops you in your tracks. You were starting to think that you might actually enjoy being spoken to like this every now and then. Before you could let that sink in, he interrupts your thoughts. “I said, I’ve got it. And don’t worry. I’m a professional,” he says, reassuringly.

You nodded wordlessly, taking another gulp of your champagne.

Seconds later, he changes tact. “When we first spoke, you also mentioned a certain someone..."

Your eyes widen, knowing full well whom he was referring to. “Oh yeah…him." You paused. "Haru.” His name finally came to you as if it was a distant, forgotten memory that you had to pull from within the depths of your brain cells since you had been distracted for the last few hours by the magnificent piece of work sitting next to you.

“How do you want to deal with that? Should we come up with a plan for him?”

You chewed at your bottom lip. The last time you saw Haru, you spent all of your energy trying to dodge him during the engagement party. But you'd be circling each other all week, at which point, he'd be impossible to avoid. You had to deal with him sometime.

“How far do you want to take it? I can kick things up a notch whenever he’s around or…should I follow your lead?” He paused, waiting for any other ideas that you might have.

You looked away, pursing your lips, considering it. After a long beat, you look him in the eye again. “I just want him to see what he’s missing out on,” you replied confidently.

He regards you intently. “Well…easy-peasy then,” he says smugly.

You cocked an eyebrow and scoffed. “Oh, really?”

He smirks at your skepticism.

“All in a day’s work, huh?” You say to him.

He shook his head. “I say it’s easy because,” he turns his hot gaze towards you again. “Only a blind man would fail to see what they’re missing out on,” he finishes without blinking. 

You swallowed hard while you watched him throw his head back, downing the final drops of his drink.

For a brief moment, you questioned his sincerity. If there was a fine line between truth and lies, Jungkook was excellent at blurring it.

And you wouldn’t even be able to tell the difference.

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Hi, I loved your Yes, No, Maybe... fic, is so good 🥰. I don’t know if you accepting requests but I would love to see a part 2 about their date 🥹🥹

Trust Me?

A/N: It is ready. Enjoy 💕☘️

YOUR POV

It was hard to find sympathy from your bestie at this point in time. 

Because they were right. 

Like always. 

This is not the worst thing to ever happen to you. 

It may be the most stomach curdling, sweaty palm, internal freak out moment of your life but nothing about having uninterrupted time with Chris Evans was bad. But you couldn’t help but think the worst. You sat in the foyer of your building, taking deep breathes, and pressing tissue to your forehead to make the sweat less obvious. 

You hadn’t told a single soul but them about this date. In the case it was a complete fuck up, that way you didn’t have to explain the could have been. 

When Chris asked to pick you up for your date you were a little taken aback. Where was he taking you? You didn’t know because he said it was a secret. The douche used your own line against you. But before you could run back upstairs to your apartment and throw up, you saw a slick black car pull up outside your building. And there he was. 

The moment you saw him again, the butterflies in your stomach ceded, replaced with this gooey feeling of mush and warmth. Your body tingled with excitement and your mind had to fight your body to just pull him in and kiss him. It felt like walking into a warm room filled with familiar faces or that first sip of hot tea on a cold day. Safe to say in the 24 hours since you had last saw him, you had developed a serious crush. Maybe it was all the YouTube bingeing of his interviews. But, this crush could not happen because from 1 week from now eh will be gone and you will be a past memory. 

He told you to dress casual but comfortable. Whatever the fuck that means to a man. You swear you had a 3-hour breakdown to your besties about the definition of casual yet comfortable who all came to the same conclusion.

Jeans and a nice top. So, there you stood. In your best ass hugging jeans and a top that didn’t make you look like a nun but screamed soccer mom with subtle cleavage.  The most basic outfit to ever exist. Basic = Safe. You were happy with it. 

He got out of the car, throwing the keys in his hand and shoving them into his pocket, beaming as he came up to the front door. 

It’s time to fall to your default in any awkward situation in which you don’t know how to feel… sarcasm. 

CHRIS’S POV 

Holy shit how did she get prettier overnight? 

Stop smiling like that she’ll think you’re a psycho.

God, Jeans, she wants to kill me. 

Truth is, I couldn’t stop smiling. She was just so goddamn gorgeous. 

“You look great.” You fucking idiot why don’t you say hello? Now she’ll think you just like her looks. 

“Is this what you meant by comfy yet casual?” She gestured to her outfit. Simple yet absolutely perfect on her. 

“Yes, but I wouldn’t have cared if you came out in Pyjamas or a ballgown.” 

“Really? Do we have time for me to get back into my pyjamas?” She looked at me, sarcasm written on her face. Funny too. 

That’s another point on the never-ending listing as to why she’s perfect. 

“No, now come on.” I hold out my hand. And…. she walks straight past it. 

“Alright then.” I’m not complaining, gives me at the great view of her ass.  

“Ladies first.” I pull out the car door for her, raising my eyebrows. 

“Ladies? As in plural? As in you have other ladies who are joining us tonight?”

“They wish now get it.”

She rolls her eyes at me. Ooft the sass. I love it. 

YOUR POV

“Sooooo you going to tell me where we are going?”

“Nope, watch your feet by the way the rope and duct tape are underneath them.”

“Very funny.”

“Nah I only bring rope into the relationship later on, so you have nothing to worry about for now.” He winked at you. 

You scoffed at him, trying to hide the blush forming on your cheeks. 

“Do you not trust me?”

“Not really no.”  

“How about we do this thing, where you have to trust me until I give you reason not to. Deal?”

“Deal.”

“Good so now you can stop hiding the fact that you’re blushing.” He smirked.

“Oh, bite me.” You groaned. 

“Gladly.” He smirked. 

You laughed off his advances.

“We are here.” He pulled up on a gravel road, trees surrounded you, but you hadn’t been driving long enough to end up outside of the city. 

“Where are we?” You looked around at the unfamiliar landscape. What seemed like a forest oasis in the middle of the city.

“Thought you lived here?”

“Yet, I’ve never been here.”

“Good then its new for both of us. A buddy of mine told me about it. It’s private that’s what you wanted right?”

“Fair enough.” 

Chris came on the passenger side, opening the door for you and holding out his hand and this time you took it. Appreciating his help as you got out of the car. 

“You’re gonna want to hold onto me for the next bit.” He looked at you.

You stood in your tracks, eyeing him down. 

“You trust me now remember.”

“Fine.”  

You grabbed his hand; it was warm and big encompassing yours. 

You walked down the old, sandstone stairs, with no railing. Rather than uniform steps it was more like large, blocks of rock in the shape of stairs. Chris walked ahead a step, as you had no choice but grip his hand tightly as he led you down the steps, easing you down and in position in case you fell and he had to catch you, all your weight being supported on his strong arms. 

“Great, now one more.” You did a small skip down the last step, finally looking up from your feet at what was in front of you. 

A lush well-manicured garden bordering on the harbour. You could see the whole city in all its glory as the sunset over the skyline, illuminating a golden light as a few office windows started to emote bright yellow light. 

A picnic blanket with two deck chairs between them a complete spread of deli meats, French cheeses, chocolate covered strawberries, assortment of crackers, various dips and spreads, and two champagne glasses laid out on the small table. Fairy lights surrounded nearby branches, lighting up the most romantic picnic you had ever seen. 

“Omg.” You gasped.

“Nice, isn’t it? Came down earlier to set it up. Thought you’d like it. Oh, and don’t worry about visitors or anything the park is officially closed.”  The man grinned sheepishly at you.

“Chris it’s… too much.”

“Really? Cause I’ve got the helicopter on standby if you want to go for a ride on that instead? Or maybe the boat?”

 You were pulled out of your shock “Ok shut up!” 

“Thought so… now come on.” He led you by your hand to the comfy chair. 

The sun had set and the beautiful, arranged platter was now a mess of crumbs and food scraps. The bottle of champagne, empty and the second one half full. For the last 3 hours all you and Chris had done was ask each other questions and you now know his whole family by name, their sacred Christmas traditions, what his first memory was, his favourite place in the world, what meal he’d eat for the rest of his life and the book that changed his life plus more. And he knew the exact same about you to the point you don’t know if you have ever shared this much with someone in such a small space of time. Nor would someone ever listen so intently as you shared your past and hopes for the future, never interrupting but hanging on your every last word, bowling over in laughter at your funny stories while he clutched his left boob. Teasing you and keeping up with your quick-witted jokes if not giving them back in 10 folds. It felt like talking to an old friend you hadn’t seen in while, the warm feeling in your stomach never fading but now spreading to the rest of your body… or maybe that was the champagne. Either way you felt safe and content, like the moment was never ending and once you left the park, reality would return, and you’d be left feeling cold and empty as the feeling dissipates. He felt like heroin, this addictive warmth that you just had to keep, you wanted doses of him 24/7, to feel the electric shock over and over every time he grazed your knee with his hand or when you’d watch his eyes crinkle at a joke you told.  

“Ok, first pet?”

“East, he was a British bulldog. Best dog ever.”

“Your turn, favourite movie.”

“Don’t laugh.”

“I will but tell me anyways.” He grinned, taking another sip of his drink.

“<Insert fave romcom>”

“I was supposed to be in that movie.” 

“Really?” Your eyes bulged at the image of Chris as your biggest movie character crush.  

“No, but if I said I was would you like me more?” He smirked at you at you with faux puppy dog eyes.

“You’re a dick.” You slapped his chest in a fit of laughter, he caught your hand on his chest, holding it in his.

Your eyes locked at the sudden contact.

“You’re cold here have my jacket.” He immediately shrugged off his jacket, moving to the edge of his seat to place it on your shoulders.  Placing it over you, his hand ran down the zipper enclosing it around you. 

“There, all better.” His eyes gazed at the skin of decolletage before concealing the sight in his jacket. 

“I don’t want to leave.” You blurted out, looking at his eyes. 

“Me either.” He moved upwards towards your mouth, planting a soft kiss on your lips. You put your hand behind his head, pulling the kiss deeper. He tasted like champagne and mint and everything delicious as his warm mouth encompassed yours. His hands moving to your jaw to support it as his tongue slipped into your mouth. You moaned at the sensation, quickly coming to your senses, and pulling out.

“Sorry.” You readjusted the jacket around you. 

“Why are you sorry?” His hand still on your face, looking into your eyes for a sign that he hadn’t completely fucked this.

“I just don’t want to make this more than it is.”  

“What do you think it is? You think I plan picnics for girls in major cities and then dump them before I leave?” There was a shock, pain in his voice. Your words stung. He didn’t think you’d take him as a playboy. 

“It’s not you, it’s just me not wanting to get attached to something fleeting.”  

“Y/N, you told me about your past, I told you about my family, heck, I told you things that haven’t ever left my head before. This isn’t a game to me. I don’t want this to end when I get on that plane.”

“Really?” 

“Yes really. I want to do this again and then I want to figure out how the hell I can get you in my arms every night of the week.” 

You smiled, avoiding his gaze. Your mind in a war with your heart that you’ve never experienced before.

“It’s impractical, you’re you and I’m me, I don’t do this life of yours, I don’t fit into it. It won’t work.”

“This..” You gestured to your surroundings. “It’s nice but it’s not the real world and its definitely not my world.” You looked at your hands defeated, trying not to cry as you break his heart into pieces. 

“I’ll make you fit. All the best things start off as a dream. That’s how movies came to be. Look, I can’t tell you it’ll be easy, and I can’t expect you to drop your whole life for me, but I can tell you, heck, promise you that if there is a way for me to make sure you can be a part of my life, I will make it happen no matter what. Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t feel what I’m feeling right now too, and I’ll leave you alone forever, but I’d bet everything I have on the fact that you do.” 

You could feel his stare burning into you. You knew if you’d look up it’d be game over for you. 

You bite your lip, finally gaining the courage to look him in the eyes again. You sat in silence just staring at each other. Waiting for you to say something. 

“Oh, fuck it.” You said before throwing yourself back into his arms. 

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✩-Blind date-✩

Pairing: Miguel Cazarez Mora x Fem!Reader

Word count: 4.9k

Type: fluff

Warnings: Cussing?? not many warnings lol just fluff

A/N: Mia is Pink and Y/n is Purple in text

| Miguel Cazarez Mora Masterlist

Y/N'S POV

I stared in the mirror at my reflection as I put on my earrings and all my jewelry. I was getting ready for something my friend had planned, I think she was just running low on content for her youtube channel and needed something to post. My bestfriend Mia was a Youtube with over three hundred and forty subscribers, She has had me and our other friend Miguel in a couple of videos, and some we appeared in together. The second video we appeared in was when the comments started, Some of the comments said stuff like,

"Look at the way they look at each other!"

"He is so in love with her"

"They are defiantly dating!? OMG!!"

And not to mention the mass amounts of fan edits we both have been tagged in where the fans ship us together. I didn't know Miguel personally, He is just usually there when Mia is filming and so am I, I thought he was very attractive and he defiantly made me nervous when we got too close, The way he would look at me was like I was the only girl in the world.

I have told Mia about my small (HUGE) crush on Miguel and she freaked out and told me I needed to ask him out or tell him about my feelings, but I just never did because I was always scared he would reject me or think differently of me even though it didn't matter because it's not like we hang out alone.

I also am kinda talking to somebody at the moment, It isn't anything serious and we aren't in a relationship or anything, I just thought he was attractive and wanted to get to know him, but from what my other friend Ash told me he is a player, I don't really care I just wanted a distraction for my feelings for Miguel.

I saw my phone light up with a notification from Mia, I grabbed my phone and clicked on her message.

Mia Bear 🐻💕

Are you ready?

I'm parked outside hurry!

I'm ready just need to apply lipgloss omw!

I'm so excited!

I think you're gonna like who I picked for you 🤭

I hope so, is it that Bryan guy? cause if so I ain't going

What?

No! This guy is short sorry lol

But he is cute AND funny I KNOW you will like him

Now hurry your apartment complex is scary

I sighed as I shut my phone off and put it in my back pocket, I put on some lipgloss and looked at myself once more in my full-body mirror to make sure I still looked good, I then walked out of my bedroom and shut my lights out and said bye to my animals and grabbed my purse walking out of my door and making sure to lock it behind me.

I walked into my elevator and clicked "Main floor" I waited for the elevator to open and walked out to see Mia parked outside talking to her Camera in the car, She looked over and saw me walking up to her and pointed the Camera at me,

"Oh my damn, You look good if he doesn't take you I will," She said zooming in on my outfit

I giggled doing a little spin for the camera, "So are you ready?" She asked as I got in her car

"I don't know, You said he was short," I said side-eyeing her

"You got a problem with short men?" She shouted laughing after

"No it's just a lot of short guys think they are hot shit and they ALWAYS have a big ego," I said

"I promise you are going to like this guy, He's humble," She said

It's not that I didn't trust Mia- I did one hundred percent, It's just me and her have completely different tastes when it comes to people we date, I hope she ACTUALLY picked someone I would go for and not someone she would go for, does that make sense?

We pulled up to a park and she told me she would be right back and that she had to go seat something up. I was so nervous so I decided to take my mind off of it by Taking some cute pictures and liking some fan edits.

Mia opened the car door after fifteen minutes, She climbed in and pulled out her camera,

"You ready?" She asked

"Yeah kinda," I laughed

"Don't be, You look great," She smiled and turned her camera on setting it on her dashboard

"So me and Y/n just arrived!" She said to the camera

"Hey guysss!" I smiled

"So all you know is what?" She asked turning to look at me

"So all I know is it's a blind date, we are going to the park and that's all I know," I said

"Yeah I didn't tell you much cause I didn't want to spoil it," She said

"I need to know if I am wearing a blindfold and do I get to see who it is like right when I get there?" I asked

"Yeah I'm gonna keep the blindfold on you guy's until you like- sit down," She said

"I kinda wanna keep the blindfold on," I said covering my face

"What your scared he's uggo, He isn't uggo I promise I would never do you dirty EVER!" She said laughing

"Good I didn't think you would," I said laughing with her

"Alright give me all your thoughts," She said as fixed her camera some

"Okay so when you said blind date I was like aw cute and fun, but I am also in like a sticky situation, I do have a little bit of a situationship going on but it's not like I'm somebodies girlfriend," I said

"But it's fine you can still go on this date," She said

She opened her glove box and pulled out a pink bandana and unfolded it,

"So I got this bandana, but I don't want to ruin your lashes so it's gonna have to be a bit loose so don't move around a lot," She laughed as she put the bandana on my face and tied it in the back

"Alright I think that's good, Can you breathe?" She asked

"Yeah I think- Enough I can breathe enough," I said laughing

"Oh shit I'll be right back, don't take your blindfold off okay," She said as she opened the car door and got out

I sat in silence for another fifteen minutes not knowing what to do cause I couldn't go on my phone due to the blindfold on my face, I laughed at the thought of people looking at me through the window wondering what is going on.

I heard the car door open and Mia breathing heavy

"Are you recording?" I asked

"Yeah, I am now why?" She asked

"Oh my god I'm over here with a blindfold on and I can't see anything and all I can hear is Mia over here breathing like a dog," I said laughing

She laughed shutting the car door

"I just know I'm gonna be so annoying on this date and I'm like so sorry," She said

"Wait no It's okay I'm glad you're here because if you would just leave us to fend for ourselves I would like kinda panic," I said

"Maybe I should then," She said

"NOOO!" I whined

"No i'm kidding I won't I'm gonna be annoying," She said laughing

"Isn't this like the perfect first date, like it's kinda romantic huh?" She asked

"Mmm, I don't know about that," I said laughing

"I'll be right back," She said as she got out of the car

MIA'S POV

"Ahh I'm so excited!" I shouted to the camera as I ran toward my bestfriend Miguel's car

He just got here and he looked a little nervous as he got out of the car, And it looked like he also brought his other bestfriend Mason, I blushed a bit as I and Mason made eye contact, I kinda liked Mason and Miguel knew that, He tried to get me and him together plenty of times but I have just never confessed my feelings.

"Are you excited about your blind date!?" I asked Miguel

"Oh, Mason's here to help me!" I said as I pointed the camera at Mason

"You're taking away my boyfriend bro what is this," He said

"Shut up!" I laughed as I handed him the Camera so I could put on Miguel's blindfold

"Are you excited?" I asked Miguel as I put on his blindfold

"Yeah- well I'm gonna be honest I was hyping myself up on my way here but now I'm here and I'm kinda shitting bricks," He said laughing

"Well I wouldn't put you with someone you wouldn't think was cute," I said

"Well that makes me even more nervous," He said

"Don't stutter alright you got this," Mason said reassuring Miguel

"Bro you literally have thousands of girls crushing on you over the internet you got this," I said

We got out of the car and Mason ran over to our side to film,

"Wait I got her flowers!" Miguel said

"You got her flowers?" I asked surprised

"Yeah I didn't know if I should or not but it is a date so," He said laughing

Mason ran to the trunk and pulled out a huge bouquet of roses,

"Miguel what is this oh my god!" I said walking over to Mason to look at the flowers

I had completely forgotten Miguel was blindfolded, "HOLY SHIT!!" Mason yelled I looked back to see a car speeding in Miguel's direction, I quickly ran over and dragged him towards me, and Mason

"You just almost died!" Mason yelled laughing

"Huh?" Miguel asked confused

"Mia almost let you get ran over bro!" Mason shouted

"Back to what I was saying!" I said laughing

"Miguel, why did you get her this many flowers?" I asked since it was so cute

"Oh it's a Ramo Buchon, I got it because I kinda have a feeling of who you are setting me up with," he said

"No, you don't, She is like super tall- like model tall- like taller than you!" I said

I looked at Mason trying to hold in my laugh and he was doing the same

"Damn model tall, How tall is she?" He asked

"Like six foot five," I said trying not to laugh

"Oh hell nah you trynna set me up with an NBA player, I'm good bro," He said trying to walk away but bumped into the side of his car

"No come back you can't see, dumbass," I said

I grabbed his hand and started leading him to the spot that I had set up for him and Y/n, Mason was carrying the flowers and the camera. The spot had a pink blanket spread across the grass with some sandwiches and I also got them some water so they could stay hydrated since it was hot as shit outside.

"Is she really six foot five?" He asked

"Yes, she is!" I said laughing

"Oh god," He mumbled

"Are you still nervous?" I asked

"Hell yeah, I am so nervous Mia," He said

"Okay talk to the camera," I said

"I just- what if she doesn't like me or what if I don't like her?" He said

I was trying to listen but he kept squeezing my hand, was he really THAT nervous?

"OWW, YOU'RE SQUEEZING MY HAND!!" I shouted trying to lose his grip

"Sorry, I'm just nervous!" He shouted back

"Alright we are here," I said

"Just sit down," Mason said

"Uh, I can't see?" Miguel said

"Oh shit right, here!" I said guiding him to sit on the blanket

"I got you some sandwiches and some waters," I said

"Okay, can I take the blindfold off?" He asked

"NO I'm about to go get her, Just sit there and don't talk because she's gonna recognize your voice I feel like," I said

"Okay, hurry up," He said laughing

Mason handed the flowers to Miguel and we both rushed over to my car to get Y/n,

"Alright I am gonna walk you to your knight in shining armor," I said as I opened my car door

"Ahh I'm so nervous!" Y/n said

"No it's fine, Tell me your thoughts," I said as I guided her to the spot Miguel was at

"Honestly I'm a liar, I'm not really that nervous I'm just dramatic, but I also might fall in love," She said

"Aww you might!" I said

"Also he might hear your voice, he might not recognize it but he might I don't know," I said

"HIII!!" She shouted

"Bitch you aren't there yet!" I shouted laughing

"Ohhh," She laughed

Y/N'S POV

"Alright I need you to sit down here," Mia said as she helped me sit on the ground

"Can he hear me?" I asked

"Kinda," I heard someone say

"Hiii," I said

Mia and someone else started laughing,

"Is he here- what?" I asked confused since I couldn't see anything

"No, he is here!" Mia said

"Alright, you guys can take your blindfolds off!" She shouted

I took a deep breath as I slowly pulled my blindfold off,

"Holy shit," I heard someone whisper beside me

I looked over to see Miguel, I fucking knew it!

"Oh my god I knew it!" I shouted and we all laughed

"Hiii," I smiled leaning in for a hug

"Hi, how are you?" He smiled as he hugged me back

"I'm great," I said pulling away

"This was gonna be my guess when you asked me to guess who it was," I said laughing

"I know, I tried to throw you guys off a little bit," She said

"Well, he isn't four foot three that's for sure!" I said laughing

"Four foot three, She told me you were six foot five!!" Miguel shouted laughing

"SIX FOOT FIVE OH HELL NAHH!!" I shouted

"She did us dirty," Miguel laughed

"Yeah I tried throwing you off by saying he was short- and he's like the tallest person in the world," she said scanning Miguel with the camera

"I know I was so nervous 'cause she was like, do you like short kings?" I said

"Not the short king," Miguel laughed shaking his head

"So I got you guys some sandwiches and waters, and um- OH," Mia said pointing at something behind Miguel

He pulled out a huge Ramo Buchon, It had red roses on the outside and white roses in the middle shaped like a heart and it was wrapped in white glitter paper.

"Oh yeah I got you some flowers," He smiled as he handed me them

"Oh my god thank you, these are so beautiful!" I smiled taking them

"I'm like tearing up, this is the sweetest thing a guy has done for me thank you so much!" I said hugging him

He hugged me back and I just wanted to stay like that forever, he felt so warm and he smelled so good and the way his hands wrapped around me so perfectly made me melt.

"Okay since you guys are both nervous it is a good thing I came up with some good first-date questions," Mia said as she walked behind me and Miguel

"I am so nervous deadass, my whole hand is shaking," Miguel said as he held up his hand

"Okay, my first question is did I do great?" She asked smiling at the camera

"I think you did good," I said looking at Miguel

"I think you did great," He smiled looking at me

"Good because I told them in my intro about how you guys think each other is cute and no one does anything about it," She said pulling out her phone

I and Miguel couldn't stop glancing at each other, he just looked so good, and his outfit looked good, He was wearing some black cargo pants, a black shirt, a red jacket, a black hat, and air force ones, and his hair was also pulled back in a ponytail, The site made me wanna drool.

"Okay the real first question is, What is your favorite movie, I'm trynna see if you guys have anything in common here," She said

"I would defiantly have to say y/f/m," I said (Your favorite movie)

"I would have to go with Friday and hangover," Miguel said

"What is that?" I asked

"You haven't seen hangover?" Mia asked

"Wait you haven't seen hangover?" Miguel asked shocked

"No guess we have to watch it," I said smirking at him

"Oh we are for sure having a movie night," he said smirking at me

"Wait you guys are already planning another date!?" Mia asked

"It feels like you guys are fine without me, I'll stay for one more question," She said

"Okay, so what are your signs?" She asked

"Uh, I am a y/z/s what are you?" I asked (What is your zodiac sign)

"I'm a Pisces," Miguel said as he opened his water bottle

"Aw I love Pisces," I said

"Perfect!" Mia said clapping her hands

"Alright I'm gonna leave you guys to fend for yourselves for a bit and I'm gonna go talk to Mason and the viewers," She said as she got up and walked off with Mason

I looked back at Miguel who was already looking at me, I quickly looked down trying to hide my blush, He laughed as he placed his hand over mine holding it, I looked up at him and he smiled back at me, "You look so beautiful Y/n," He said looking me up and down,

I couldn't help but look him up and down as well, He just looked so good, "Thank you, Miguel, You look really nice too," I said laughing

"I was serious about that Movie date," He said

"Really?" I asked

"One hundred percent," He said as he looked me in the eyes

"You have no idea how long I have wanted to go on a date with you," He said

"I think I know, I've kinda been crushing on you for a while," I said smiling

"You should have said something!" He said laughing

"Oh yeah like you should have said something to me about how you felt the same!?" I said laughing

"I was nervous!" He said

"Why I don't bite?" I said smirking

"You are just so… Beautiful and breathtaking, and you are very intimidating like you carry yourself so well that I felt like if I asked you out you would have laughed in my face," He said lowering his head

Did he really feel that way? am I intimidating? He said I was breathtaking!

"Miguel, I wouldn't have laughed in your face, I would have told you how I felt and we could have been dating and we wouldn't have to be on this weird blind date thing," I said laughing

He finally looked up at me as he laughed

"Alright be honest what is your ideal first date, Cause I wanna properly take you out?" He asked

"Okay so I think- not a movie because you are like sitting in silence and you can't really talk to each other- but what would earn you coochie point is like maybe take me out somewhere to eat and be like, Be ready at this time and dress like this I'm picking you up," I said

He threw his head back as he laughed

"Alright it seems like it's going very well, So I'm gonna make things a little weird," Mia said as she sat back down between me and Miguel

"Oh great," I said side eyeing Miguel who was doing the same

"Okay I want you guys to compliment each other," She said

"Okay, I really like your hair and your eyes and your smile," I said

"I love your smile and your eyes and your lips," He said smirking at me

"That's so romantic Miguel oh my god," Mia said sighing

"Okay so I have this friend who I showed a picture of you both to and she said that you both looked cute together and I was like I know I've been trying to tell them, like Miguel is always like yo whats good with your friend Y/n, and then I'm like Y/n Miguel thinks you're cute and then she's like yeah he's cute, and no one will ever make a move," She said mimicking our voices

"All right guys comment down below if you think this went well, get this to ten thousand likes and I will force them to go on a date alone next time, Byeee!" She said as Mason turned off the Camera

"Soooo, yall going on a date?" She asked wiggling her brows

"I would love to take you out on a date Amor," Miguel said

I looked away blushing,

"Ohhh he's calling you Amor now?" Mia said

"I would like that," I said blushing

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[plasmasimagination]

Hii

I'm very new in this plataform and the english is not my first language, so i'm very nervous. 😓

I saw your account for casuality and your open requests (if are still open) so, I'm here!

I can ask for a HSR and genshin matchup?

PD: I like your writing, I think it's cute and congratulations for yours almost 400 followers✌

She/Her

I'm pan, so I'm fine with anyone you think.💕

I'm ENFP and I'm pretty sure a 8w9.

I'm a bit like the tipycal sunshine character, optimish, always happy, extroverted, distracted... But I still a mature and wise person who sometime are very weird and feel like a strange, like so young and so old in the same time. (Ancient dreams from Marina is literally my song 😭)

I don't have a good relation with my family and I speake about them and my past never (That make me feel cringe) so, I considere myself like a bit mistery and reserved person for that and a others little things.

i love with all my soul the animals, the fantasie and sci-fi, whatever misterious-type things, philosophy and the classic fairy tales, I wanna be a writer and I have planned study philosophy.

I have a little problem with the authority for that I'm most a leader over a follower but if athe person is more capable and I respect that person i can follow the orden, and I'm very passionated when I have to defend my ideologys or when I saw a injustice, the discussions in my classroom are very interesant😅

My senses of self-preservation is almost non-existent, you know that character who always die for someone else? I'm them, I think this is the reason cause I'm a Griffyndor.

I'm very attached to my own moral, but no to the rules in general, so if I must be a alignment I would be a chaotic good.

I hate be alone, but I still fell very nervous in big crowds specialy if are very noisy, and places with no visible exits.

I can cry for whatever, I'm very kind, compassionate and affectionate all the time, i love help people in whatever, but i can be a little cruel with bad people.

I think that is all i can say about me, sorryyy id this is too long😭 i didn't know very well what write.

If you do this, so thaks to you, don't forget take care od you and a good rest.💕

HEY SWEETIE, THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING AND DONT WORRY YOU DID GREAT, and please, no need to be nervous you're way too sweet!

Anyways onto your request....

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BLADE

Sunshine x grumpy

Fight me over this

It doesn't matter how you end up together, but what matters is that you are together and that's all thats important

He was very cautious of you in the beginning but later grew fond of you

He's okay with your want to be leading, he doesn't mind it at all actually, he appreciates it, he's more of a follower type of person that just does what told to

I think he would be a lot more laid back and sweeter around you, he wouldn't always be frowning or emotionless, occasionally smiling and generally enjoying your presence, it somewhat heals him in his eternal suffering

He will try to stop you from always putting others Infront of you, and will force you to take more care and be selfish from time to time

Kindness and compassion...you're gonna need that with him

You're like his safe place, he can trust you and actually tells you about him and his past.

Generally I think you guys would be very cute and that blade would appreciate a cute sunshine like you

SCARAMOUCHE

Rare matchup I do

But I also think that scara could use some sweetness in his life

No matter how much he denies it he absolutely loves you and your personality

He would burn the entire world down just to make you happy

At first he was very closed off and distant from you but got comfortable sooner or later and now he's all yours

Tho there might be a few discussions about who's gonna plan certain missions and who generally takes lead in the relationship (it's always gonna end up being you) but otherwise you guys are a great match

Do reassure him a bit and make sure he's doing fine because that boy needs it

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