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lovewithmary · 3 months

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I need more Alex x reader so maybe a childhood friends to lovers moment, but she’s a redbull driver 👀

Just friends where everyone but them knows they’re bound to be forever and everyone’s like when are they gonna get together. Cute snapshots of just them being sickenly inlove and oblivious. Maybe reader wins a wdc and Alex is so proud he doesn’t care that they’re in public he has to show how much he loves her and kisses her. Or maybe this happens and when one of them is interviewed they reveal they’ve been together for like 8 years at that point of something and everyone’s like jaw dropped shocked because they thought they weren’t together and just pining. Turn it on to everyone else.

CHILDHOOD FRIENDS TO... ALREADY LOVERS? — AA23

summary: in which the entirety of f1 is waiting for everyone's favorite childhood best friends to get together... only for them to be together the whole time

pairing: filo!redbull driver!reader x alex albon

fc: kathryn bernardo

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notes: this one was so fun to make i hope you guys like it!

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alex_albon: in honor of yourusername's birthday, here is the annual photo dump of some of my favorite pictures of her throughout the years 🙂🫶

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yourusername: it's been YEARS since this tradition... how have you not run out of photos yet??? ↳ alex_albon: you keep making stupid faces and i can't help but photograph them 🤷

georgerussell63: that dog is afraid of Y/N ↳ yourusername: willow loves me ↳ alex_albon: willow runs away from you every time we go home ↳ yourusername: in my defense, willow stays with your family half the time we're racing, so she probably thinks that we're trying to kidnap her every time ↳ user1: THEY'RE PARENTS YOUR HONOR?

maxverstappen1: this is how i find out that Y/N stole my aviators... ↳ yourusername: sharing is care maximillian ↳ maxverstappen1: how many times do i have to say that isn't my name? ↳ yourusername: your parents named you max emilian, they should've named you maximillian to make it easier ↳ maxverstappen1: redbullracing can i get another teammate? this one's annoying ↳ yourusername: jokes on you, I'm the favorite 🫶 ↳ maxverstappen: you spend more time in the williams' garage than your own team's garage, IM the favorite

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redbullracing: happy birthday to ONE of our favorites, yourusername!

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user1: redbull is trying not to choose their favorite child LMAO ↳ redbullracing: if we choose one, the other will get grumpy

yourusername: look at how nice this photo is, alex_albon take notes ↳ alex_albon: take notes? who do you think redbull asked for a photo of you? 🤔 ↳ user6: not redbull knowing who to get photos of Y/N from 😭 ↳ user7: alex albon, part time f1 driver and full time photographer for Y/N

user2: alex having unlimited photos of Y/N, Y/N's dog staying with the albon's during the season, Y/N hanging in williams' garage to hang out with alex, AND the fact that alex calls his home hers??? AND THEY AREN'T EVEN TOGETHER??? ↳ user3: ALEX AND Y/N AREN'T TOGETHER??? ↳ user2: user3 NO THEY AREN'T, THEY ARE "BEST FRIENDS" 🙄 ↳ user4: doesn't alex live with Y/N half the time? they're basically married at this point ↳ landonorris: trust us, we've tried getting them together, but both of them are too stubborn ↳ georgerussell63: it's like grasping at straws, trying to get those two together ↳ user5: PLEASE not half of the 2019 rookies trying to get the other half together but failing miserably 😭😭

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redbullracing: Y/N L/N. FIRST-TIME WORLD CHAMPION 👑

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user1: MY WIFE IS A WDC LETS GOOOO

user2: is that Y/N L/N who won the 2024 wdc against max verstappen in equal machinery?

user3: congrats on winning champ can’t wait for next season 🎉

user4: once again are we surprised redbull won?

user5: clearly undeserved max was robbed ↳ user6: max isn't gonna fuck you so stop riding his dick so hard

user7: Y/NS MY GOAT

maxverstappen1: congratulations Y/N! very much deserved win for my teammate 🥳

user8: okay but now alex_albon HAS to bag her now, or else someone else will ↳ user9: FR she's a wdc now and even if she wasn't, SOOO many people (including me) want her hand in marriage ↳ maxverstappen1: alex_albon ↳ georgerussell63: alex_albon ↳ landonorris: alex_albon ↳ charles_leclerc: alex_albon ↳ lewishamilton: alex_albon ↳ valtteribottas: alex_albon ↳ schecoperez: alex_albon ↳ lance_stroll: alex_albon ↳ yukitsunoda0511: alex_albon ↳ sebastianvettel: alex_albon ↳ carlossainz55: alex_albon ↳ danielricciardo: alex_albon ↳ estebanocon: alex_albon ↳ zhouguanyou24: alex_albon ↳ pierregasly: alex_albon ↳ kevinmagnussen: alex_albon ↳ logansargeant: alex_albon ↳ oscarpiastri: alex_albon ↳ fernandoalo_oficial: alex_albon ↳ mickschumacher: alex_albon ↳ user10: PLEASE THE WAY THIS SUMMONED THE ENTIRE GRID 😭

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alex_albon: a wdc and her wag 🫶

in all honesty, this was originally going to be a happy anniversary post commemorating our 8th year together, but our anniversary just so happened to coincide with the day you won a wdc, so why not greet you both times?

Y/N, i'm so proud of you and everything you've accomplished. i've seen firsthand what you've done and what you can undoubtedly do in the future and i can't wait to be right beside you when you do it.

i love you so much and congratulations 🫶

tagged: yourusername

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yourusername: i love you so much 🫶 😚

user1: 8 YEARS????? ↳ user2: OH I JUST KNOW THE BOTH OF THEM ARE GIGGLING AT THE COMMENTS RN

georgerussell63: YOU'VE BEEN TOGETHER ALL THIS TIME? ↳ landonorris: ALL THE PLANNING WE DID, ONLY FOR THEM TO BE TOGETHER THE WHOLE TIME? ↳ yourusername: "planning" you locked alex and i into a closet right before a gp and we almost got in trouble??? ↳ alex_albon: remember when they planned a grid dinner but they all mysteriously had other plans so we just had an impromptu date using max's card? (we didn't steal it, one of the guys stole max's card and gave it to the restaurant) ↳ maxverstappen1: I PAID FOR THAT DINNER? WHO STOLE MY CARD? ↳ landonorris: 🙋‍♂️ ↳ yourusername: thank you both btw 🫶

redbullracing: congratulations to the happy couple ↳ williamsracing: we've been waiting for this ↳ yourusername: thank you for the blessing 🫡 ↳ yourusername: (we disclosed our relationship to our teams bc we were scared that they were gonna make us break up or something if one of us was accused of sharing team info)

user3: this means they were together since 2016 and by the time they got into f1, they were 3 years into the relationship 😭

user4: this is so impressive though??? cause i can barely keep a secret for a couple days, but 8 YEARS???

user5: "a wdc and her wag 🫶" THE HIGHWAY IS LOOKING GOOD RN

yourusername: alex albon, my favorite wag 🫡 ↳ alex_albon: Y/N L/N, my favorite wdc 🫡

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 x y/n #f1 x you #f1 fanfic #alex albon x reader #alex albon fic #alex albon imagine #aa23

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fountainpenguin · 5 months

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Secret Life finale highlights for me:

- "My strategy: Kill Skizz and Tango. Will happen at some point... Or, just maim them and watch them die in a corner." - Scar

- Scott on Grian's loyalty: "I have never seen a man drop a pair of sunglasses faster in my life [than last season after Joel died]."

- I think I reblogged someone's speculation weeks ago that at the dawn of final session, everyone's task book would just say "Win Secret Life." Congrats to them for Apollo's gift of prophecy.

- Martyn's beat of pause before saying to Joel "Welcome to the Out of Context video."

- At the start of the season, Etho said Joel was the first one he wanted to kill because "He's cheeky." When Joel is asked who he wants to kill, he says "Etho." Glad you're enjoying your rivalry, boys, smh...

- Joel, once again giving into his Shrek origins, watching Bdubs' wool globe go up in flames and chirping "My world's on fire; how 'bout yours?"

- Tango does not break his "pathetic death" curse. Just blipped out of existence. Love that for him.

- Spitting, crying... BigB panics and flees into his creepy backrooms for safety. Immediately vanishes into the tunnel maze. Scar pursues and skids to a halt because he hasn't seen it yet and is thoroughly creeped out.

- Scar coming up to surface and trying to describe how BigB disappeared. Martyn looks down at where they're standing and is just like "Oh, that's the backrooms." Mental image of Scar as that meme that goes "The. what."

- Scar describing BigB as a sneaky squirrel. "Squirrel" was the name of BigB's horse in Double Life.

- Joel's anxiety about entering a Nether portal on the final episode, specifically because of how he and Etho perma-died in Double Life

- Whatever was going on with Martyn flinging ender pearls up the ladder seconds before he died

- Additionally, people in the background commenting that they think Martyn's teamed up with Cleo and the only reason he was near them was an attempt to bear down and kill them

- Scar to Bdubs, watching Cleo and Etho from a distance: "Look at this- Mom and Dad are bringing their new ugly stepson to meet us, Bdubs." /camera pans to the warden chasing them

- Bdubs tells Scar that Cleo said he was her favorite son and Scar IMMEDIATELY, without responding or even waiting for Bdubs to finish his sentence, jumps a wall and books it to Cleo to confirm... Mental image of him swinging dramatically over it with one hand, his shawl billowing behind him

- Scar chases Cleo while they're both being pursued by a warden, asking her if he's her favorite son. Doesn't let up until she assures him she "just said it to keep Bdubs happy." what is wrong with the Clocker family.

- Joel somehow pulled off a beautiful PVP kill on Skizz despite having only 2.5 hearts

- In earlier episodes, Joel had people say "The florist sends his regards" on his behalf before striking. Before killing Skizz, he says "Scar sends his regards" since Scar really wanted to kill Skizz but bequeathed the fight to Joel instead.

- Scar trotting up to Etho and Cleo, who are watching him from a cliff, and announcing "I am not up to anything nefarious!"

- Scar's weird spiky wall design is really pretty

- slkdjfskldjfsklj?!?!?!? I had a bullet point on this list that said "Honorable non-finale mention to Scar getting both the Green and Yellow kill on Etho this season" but now I see I need to correct that:

- Shout-out to Scar killing Etho - in Etho's front yard - THREE TIMES this season. Etho rushing back to his base, tripping over his feet and saying "I'm going home, everybody- I'm dying at my home-"

- Scott to Scar: "I went down to BigB - to get him - and I see what you mean; he does just talk his way out of things so you feel bad; you just leave him." / Scar: "That's why you don't let him speak. You just inner monologue. You start talking about Star Wars so you can't hear his charms."

- As Scar drives his sword into Cleo, he says "Good-bye, Mom- This is for you telling Bdubs [he's your] favorite." Geez, dude. Scar killed both his parents; this family is a mess. Bonus points for Joel fumbling in the background like "Oh my gosh- Scar, you savage-"

- I watched multiple POVs until I was caught up to the standoff between Gem & The Scotts vs. The Mounders... So picking up from there with Scar's POV b/c his is the one I randomly started with today: I love how Joel basically went "I am once again throwing caution to the wind and charging into battle with a murderous Red rage in my eyes and no one behind me" like he ALWAYS does.

- Bdubs and Scar decide to back him up... Amazing.

- Scar has gotten 4 kills (Tango, Etho, Cleo, Impulse) and he was super close to getting BigB as well before Scott sniped the kill. Geez... The man is vicious today. During Limited Life, Grian made a comment that went something like "Of course Scar is only destructive / successful when I'm not on his team" and honestly? Yeah...

- Pearl begging Scar to kill her- Pearl warning Scar that if she perma-kills Gem, she'll go up 10 hearts- Scar refusing, insisting that he doesn't want to turn on her because it feels lame...

- Scar got Gem, he got Gem... GeminiSlay is DOWN!

- SCAR SWEEP WITH THE BOW!!

Oh my goodness, I saw his episode title ("Can Villain Scar Win?") and the words that went through my head were "Welp, that's a spoiler that he's dead." I see I was wrong.

GG, SCAR WIN!!! Man who wanted so desperately to have friends, only to trip and fail time and time again... GoodTimesWithVictor!!

My heart, Scar letting that zombie knock him down to half a heart... playing up like he didn't just watch the lightning bolt mark Pearl's demise. He wanders, calling out to Pearl, asking where she went... quietly giggling and muttering to himself as that zombie pushes at him... GG, Scar. GG.

My goodness, is this the only time we haven't seen the winner die in their perspective? Scar slams that success button for winning the game, gets 5 hearts, turns back, and that's it... That's the game. End scene.

What a LAD!!

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jadeddangel · 2 months

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if you do poly stuff could I get a Lute x reader x Adam

I 100% DO POLY STUFF OMFG I SIMP FOR THEM SO BAD

Lute x reader x Adam

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warnings: hints of smut here and there but mostly toothrotting fluff

If you are under the age of 18 or legal age, please don't interact

Adam may not always treat you and lute the best but there's never really a doubt from either of you

Adam does his best to spend time equally but unfortunately with lute being his second in command he's constantly working with her

The moment one of their masks comes off when they get home on the other hand they're both yours for as Ling as they can be

Adam and lute had been gone all day, between planning the exterminations and dealing with having to train new exterminators they were wiped. You had worked as a secretary for Sera and Emily, so you were usually home pretty late. Adam and Lute picked up some pizza on the way home and were just waiting. Emily had been running you ragged having you play with her, color for hours, climb through a play place that she insisted on having for the younger sould and unfortunately she hadn't really taken into account that you needed to eat, so all day you had been starving. You were finally allowed to go home after heaven started to get dark to allow souls to rest. You were trugging up the stairs of your building going straight to your shared loft. You stepped into the loft, kicking your shoes off and hanging your bag, taking notice to the 2 masks already at the door. "Guys, I'm home!" You called out weakly as you stepped into the living room. They were sitting together on the couch cuddled up together while watching a movie. Lute took notice to you first and moved so she was standing on her knees on the couch as she waved you over. You gave her a weak smile as you leaned down and gave her a sweet kiss putting your hand on the side of her head as she immediately pulled you down more letting the kiss start to get heated as she pushed her tongue into her mouth. At this point, Adam took notice of you being back due to the happy little hums and heavy breaths that he was hearing next to him, Adam cleared his throat, trying to bring attention back to him. Lute pulled away before kissing your nose playfully. You laughed a bit before looking over at Adam. Adam gave you a small smile "Well hi there, sugar tits.. where's my kiss, huh? A kiss for your favorite boy?" Adam teased

It was often like this calm and sweet, and aside from Adam's minor sexist and misogynistic moments here and there

Lute always called him on his shit though

The only time your routine ever changed was the week after the exterminations

That was when mating season started, due to most of the angels being bird or animal based, which caused heaven to basically shut down

You, Adam, and lute just stayed in your apartment making a nest out of pillows and blankets

It was also one of the only times Adam took over cooking, insisting that you needed rest for later activities

Now, when it comes down to sex, Adam refuses to bottom, and so does lute (but not as harshly), leaving you between a rock and a hard place when you try to top

They're definitely big on restraints ,breeding, and marking. They just have to let anyone and everyone know who you belong to

Lute is rather quiet ob the vocal spectrum, and Adam only lets out curses and heavy breathes

Adam literally sucks at aftercare. He'll waste all of his energy focusing on fucking you silly that he's usually passed out by the end of it

Now, don't get lute wrong she loves you and loves to take care of you, but she isn't the best at aftercare either.

Lute will get you in a nice warm bath, maybe put warm compresses and massage on places that hurt and then will just put on a show in the background

Lute usually pays more attention to cleaning you up rather than Adam, she just takes a damp rag and just wipes him down

Cuddles are a must between the 2 of them

I mean it, they're so scared of losing you that they cling to you for dear life the moment you get home

#hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel smut #hazbin smut #x reader #adam x reader smut #hazbin adam #adam smut #adam x reader #hazbin adam smut #hazbin hotel #hazbin lute #lute x reader #lute x reader x adam #adam x lute #lute x reader smut #jaded works🪶

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comicaurora · 5 months

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Congratulations on finishing Arc 1! I've been following this comic since pretty much the beginning (I remember when everyone thought Alinua was a cat girl because of how her ears looked under her hood). This comic has come a long way since then, and it's been a pleasure and inspiration to watch your journey!

So with Arc 1 done, how do you feel? Any thoughts about the early days of the comic, or some lessons you've learned? What are you most looking forward to in Arc 2?

(Side note- thank you for Erin. My brain chews on him regularly and I gave a presentation on him in speech class. He brings me immense joy)

Whoof! I feel like it's slowly sinking in, tbh. I'm pretty bad at appreciating my own accomplishments - I have a tendency to Fire And Forget to avoid getting bogged down by "oh I'd have done this better now" or "eek I don't like how I did that" or "oh no this aged badly" or "what if I just redid it but Better this time" - but I've gotten better at accepting all those things as Not The End Of The World and they do not make me a Bad Artist or Bad Person, and as a result, I'm able to look back and just be happy about this one. It's an odd feeling.

At some point in the last several chapters I decided the ending of Arc 1 needed to feel like a conclusion. Not a full series finale, but a season finale. Character arcs needed to hit points of resolution; setup needed to pay off; cool moves needed to get some airtime. It's not in my nature to end stories, but as I worked on this arc I got comfy with the idea that an ending wasn't mechanically locking in the last part of a story and saying Nothing Past This Point, it was resolving the major elements of the story that cried out for completeness. Stories can have many endings before they're actually done, and in order for Arc 1 to feel like a complete thing, I knew it needed to bring those dangling plot threads home.

The fun thing about resolving chunks of the plot is those resolutions open the door for entirely new problems, and I'm excited to play with those! Part of why I wanted to make sure I had the rest of the year off was so I could take my time and just sit in the new status quo, because freeform creative idea-spinning is my favorite part of the writing process, and it's a rare treat for me to have such a wide-open swath of possibility ahead of me.

#asks #aurora #writing stuff #behind the curtain

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stardusted-bookworm · 6 months

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I love soft domesticity, especially in fandom spaces. I can't help it. Especially when characters who have been through so much deserve their small slices of happiness with the person/people they love.

I like the idea of Caleb leaving a mug of tea and dinner out for Essek just in the hopes that Essek would stop by as a reprieve from being on the run. I like the idea of Essek covering Caleb with a blanket when he finds him asleep on his desk after a long night of research.

I like the idea of Imogen and Laudna settling down in a cottage far from those who know them, but still keeping in touch with the Hells, where they're free to be themselves with minimal staring and witch hunts. I like the idea of Imogen smiling with her arms wrapped around Laudna as the warlock-sorceress talks excitedly with Paté about her new craft project.

I like the idea of an alternate universe where Keyleth didn't have to be separated from Vax by the machinations of higher powers. Where she could share the leading of her people with one of her favorite people. Where she can walk with him hand in hand and share the changing seasons and watch cherry blossoms dance in the wind.

I like the idea that Crowley and Aziraphale fight to be by each other's side in the end where they can lead wonderfully human lives. Where Aziraphale can keep closing the bookshop whenever he wants so that he and his partner may delight in each other's company without interruption. Where Crowley can curl around Aziraphale and be comforted by the sound of his partner breathing and reading.

I may not have read The Chalice of the Gods yet, but I like to believe in the idea of Percy Jackson leading as peaceful a life in New Rome with Annabeth as he can, pursuing his studies and carving a home that he's earned the right to carve after years of dangerous quests. I like the idea that Annabeth and him study side by side as midterms and finals come up, bantering and play-wrestling when either one of them needs a break. Annabeth always wins ofc ;)

I like soft domesticity. There is so much pain and suffering in the world that if I can, even for a moment, bring peace and happiness to the characters that have brought me nothing but comfort, then I will.

#fandom #critical role #shadowgast #essek thelyss #caleb widogast #imodna #laudna #imogen temult #vaxleth #keyleth of the air ashari #vax'ildan #good omens #ineffable husbands #crowley #aziraphale #pjo #percy jackson #annabeth chase

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moonah-rose · 5 months

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What I love about Ghosts is how much of a slow burn the enemies to found family is. Yes there's a pretty big leap from "tried to kill her" to "forced allies of convenience" in the first two episodes, there needs to be to set up the premise, but after that there's such a gradual build up to a real cosy feel in the group.

It would have been so easy to have this dynamic reach its peak by the end of S1. There's a few soft moments like Alison talking to Pat's family and the Friends sofa bit outside but only after Pat explains to her how important the moonah ritual is to Robin. But it's not enough to make them that close yet and in the finale the ghosts mostly want Alison to stay for their own convenience, except Kitty and Thomas, with Fanny only just beginning to accept Alison is part of her bloodline. Captain still wants them gone but concedes to help them stay more for the others. Alison is touched by the gesture of the jewel but still admits that it's a nightmare living with them and wants to leave - and only stays because Captain screws her over via manipulating Kitty.

S2 starts with her waking up and sighing about how she's still "living the dream" (aka her nightmare). However, so we're not quite on the same page as last season, she has now established a routine with the ghosts and knows what each of them need. There's a feeling of comfort beginning to creep its way in, even if they still annoy her. And they're still not willing to help her at the drop of a hat, especially Julian unless he can get something in return, and some will go as far as to work against her when she's trying to make the house look haunted. Had the Grey Lady episode took place in S5 you know they would have all jumped at the chance to help Alison whatever she asked. But this series has a lot more episode focused on Alison connecting with the group like learning about how Thomas died and the Captain's past and Kitty's kinda sad childhood, so it feels natural and heartwarming when they all come together to help protect the house from burglars for her and she appreciates out loud how they're not as selfish as when she first came there. And they all do what they can to help with the wedding, partly for it to be a success for Alison but also just to help. Honestly on my first watch, with the snow and everything, I thought that was the Christmas special! So it lead in nicely to the actual one. Because the gang are finally at the stage where Alison would be comfortable spending Christmas with them and they all come together to sing with her to make her happy, even Robin who thinks Christmas is just a recent fad.

Series 3 is where that leap from friends to family happens and is contrasted with Alison thinking she's found a long lost blood relative, which she confesses is something she's wanted as she never had a lot of family around her. I like that they didn't have Lucy be her actual sister that turned out to be a villain, as we already have an abusive sister with Eleanor, but it still serves as a parallel between her and Kitty to make Alison realise that she has found a sister, and more. Robin saying "welcome home" and the look on Alison's face is enough to let us know this is no longer just a project for her with some annoying pests to deal with. And the final shot of them all "eating" together is one of my favorites.

The show could have easily ended there if it wanted to. Or it could have gone on another two seasons with everything being perfect and wholesome. But it doesn't; because families are not perfect. We still have an episode centered around the ghosts trying to apologise for upsetting Alison, much like a bunch of kids with an overworked mother, and they want to make it up to her not for their benefits but because of what she means to them. Episode 2 also has Alison missing feeling needed by the ghosts when they're busy doing their own thing and realising she just wants to spend time with them, even if it's just something as simple as a walk with Robin. And when Mary passes on, Alison is absolutely devastated and puts aside her work duties to prioritise helping the other ghosts grieve. Then there's her joining (evil) forces with Julian to take on Barclay together. And the series ends with Robin, who began the show just enjoying scaring the shit out of Alison for the lulz, confronting his ten thousand years old ptsd and taking a bolt of lightning to save her husband.

That's four years of development. Compare this to the CBS version where they all click together a lot faster and we don't see nearly as much of Sam losing her temper with the ghosts, and plots always seem to be wrapped up so much quicker (the fact there was no apology from Thor for possessing her still irks me). This isn't necessarily a knock against the American version, their episodes are ten minutes shorter because of ads, and it's more of a style choice as well as Sam just being a far more patient character than Alison. I know a lot of people prefer that the show begins a lot more wholesome to start with so it's down to taste. For me the heartwarming moments mean so much more when they've been earned over a lot of struggle.

Take the climax of Series 5. It's one of the few moments of TV that have made me gasp out loud. I genuinely forgot that we never saw Alison find out Julian pushed her. I guess I assumed she found out off screen or worked it out when she realised Julian's ghost power. But it really was the perfect point for her to find out; because had it happened any earlier then she wouldn't have hesitated to leave with no amount of speech able to change her mind, and likewise Julian wouldn't have had anything to say to her. But as someone else pointed out, it's much more difficult to forgive someone you love for doing something truly evil, even if at the time you were less than strangers. It's a crushing betrayal for Alison to find out that someone she thought as family once tried to kill her but also that the rest of them kept it secret. There's no obligation or pressure for her to forgive them; but she chooses to, because it's been earned over more than three years. And to parallel the S1 finale, the other ghosts are desperate for her to stay (including Cap this time), no longer for their own convenience but just because they love her.

And now we wait in terror for the Christmas episode to rip all of it to pieces. 🥺

#bbc ghosts #ghosts meta #alison cooper #found family #julian fawcett #kitty higham

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dykeydean · 2 months

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fic recs

aka, i read too much fic and need to share my favorites

gorging myself on you, still can't get enough (insatiable) - sobsicles

i love this so much. casual confessions from dean. insanely horny and conflicted cas. grocery store confessions <3

rating: M

how we're stuck in entropy - shineforthee

unfinished as of now, but worth it imo. sam makes a deal for cas' life and dean has to grapple with grief and mourning. amazing commentary on grief and dean's mindset, and great destiel

rating: E

don't stop, don't slow - hedderstheowl

trans cas and cas being so surprised by how good sex is with someone he loves

rating: E

love's such an old fashioned word. - hedderstheowl

same author as above bc i cant get enough of their fics. i LOVED this concept and characterization of cas. cas gets revived but doesnt believe hes out of the empty, and treats the world around him accordingly.

rating: E

ignite your bones - ilovehowyouletmefall

such powerful storytelling and writing. loved this front to cover. dean kills sam to get the world back- the remaining of tfw 2.0 grapple with the after effects. dean deals with grief, homophobia, and cas' confession.

rating: E

this whole trilogy but namely sam winchester, ally at law - alittleduck, amidsizedfrog

sam wants to be an ally soooo bad but dean refuses to be an acceptable queer. love this characterization so much

rating: T

the cheapest room in the house - biggaybenny

dean downloads grindr for cas to meet guys and gets jealous when cas talks to guys. angst with a happy ending

rating: E

psalm 40:2 - unicornpoe

cas time travels to meet dean pre-hell. pre and early seasons dean my beloved <3

rating: E

benedictions - kalmialatifolia

priest cas and writer dean. unfinished but i think about this fic at least 3x a week. if you enjoy fleabag, youll enjoy this fic. if you enjoy priest porn, youll enjoy this fic. cannot recommend this enough

rating: E

everyone knows the year doesnt stop until april- fleeceframe

first of all, go check out this author right now i love ALL their fics, but this one stuck with me. early seasons destiel. cas has so much love he doesnt know what to do with it. case fic

rating: M

gold in the edges of our vision - sewingnatural

i fucking love this so much. absolutely amazing religious imagery and symbolism. dean and cas share peaches on a roadtrip and are in love about it. fic that convinced me to go on a roadtrip this summer

rating: T

juxtaposition - rhinestoneangels

this fic is short and amazing. interesting prose, dean in hell, religious imagery. mwah love it

rating: G

where the heart is - goldenraeofsun

claire fic of all time if i do say so myself. claire time travels to s7 and hunts with dean before making her way home. i adore this one so much

rating: M

here, bullet, here - a_good_soldier

dean and his relationship with violence. contains pre series dean and post-canon destiel. named from a poem, this one hits you right in the heart

rating: T

use cinderblocks to build a stairway - pollutedstar

dean, sex work, ptsd, and self worth. heed the tags!! heavy fic but thoroughly enjoyable

rating: M

the soul burns brighter than the sun - wow_thisiswheremylifeis

post-canon fix it. cas escapes the empty and effectively breaks it, while telling everyone but dean that hes alive. they grapple with their relationship and fixing the empty. love it!!!

rating: E

let's take a drive - sobsicles

another sobsicles fic because theyre all 10s. jack reverts to baby age, cas is protective, dean and cas have a complicated relationship. amazing fic with amazing feels. best tag ever: maybe we're all a little scared and that's okay

rating: E

the eye is a mouth. - zeke21

dean, sex work, god, a study on the relationship between all three. fucking amazing fic, really nailed chuck's presence in this. go check out this authors other works too, they're all mind blowing

rating: E

asterism of an f-series ford pick up - disabled_dean

altered my brain chemistry a little bit i think. cas and dean go on a roadtrip and dean is exceptionally horny about it. dean is not normal about love and thats okay

rating: M

maybe i like pleasure pain - tothewillofthepeople

another one that wrecked me entirely. one of the best cas centric fics out there, this fic focuses on cas' recovery post-empty. lovely dialogue and imagery, just amazing all around

rating: M

wyoming, january 1996 - luulapants

THEE dean 17th birthday case. fucking amazing storytelling, takes johns journal entry and runs with it.

rating: T

between sex and death and trying to keep the kitchen clean - ftmsteverogers

jupernatural, kid jack, post-canon fix it with empty confession misunderstanding <3 love it so much, this author is so talented :)

rating: E

#fic rec #masterlist #ezra posts

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spicerackofblorbos · 1 month

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i'm GOD AWFUL at answering my asks unless they're requests, I'm sorry a;sldkfjas;df but to everyone who has sent me hearts, good vibes, and sunflowers, I appreciate and love you all so much!! <3 i'm finally getting around to this one!

i've been ordered by kat to do 5 more so here's my top 10 favorite fics I've written!! These are ALL x reader!

And here's my answer to tay's ask about my fics!

❥ fic I loved writing the most

this will always be dependent on when you ask me, because right now it will have to be Amethyst. If y'all haven't noticed, my newest love is Leon Kennedy, and writing for him is so much easier than writing for Levi and I think it's because I understand Leon's personality more. He's just so fun to riff off of. Not that Levi wasn't!! He was just harder to put down for me, I guess. ANWAYS. I loved writing for Leon and I'm working on a part two!!

❥ fic others loved that I didn't care for

okay so this might come as a surprise because it's my ultimate comfort fic, but it would have to be Sunrise. tbh, I don't know what loved the most means here but I'll equate it to notes. Sunrise is precious to me because it holds so many of my favorite things. BUT I really feel like I could have done so much better. The plot is there, the scenario and surroundings are perfect. but the WRITING?? I could have done better. don't get me wrong though, I still love it and I am very happy so many people liked it!!

❥ fic I had fun writing

definitely my For You, I Would fic. I don't have very many Armin fics but I enjoyed writing for him a lot because he's just such a shy little bean and so full of wonder and love. I could really see myself wanting to take him out on a date. This was also a request for my friend Tay and it was fun catering her interests within the story and how it works well with Armin!!

❥ fic I'm most proud of

for sure it would have to be Unspoken Words. I'm proud because it was the first time I've written something for myself in a long time. I didn't think I would care as much about fanfic until I fell in love with AoT, now look at me LMAO. UW helped me become a better writer as well as be more confident in areas I thought I lacked. I quite literally used it as a way to be better, and I'll always be proud of it. My first ever full and finished fic, I'll never forget it <3

❥ fic I wish got more recognition

probably Can I Go Where You Go? mainly because I really liked writing the semi plot twist at the end. like if you were caught up with season 4 of AoT, you would know what I was alluding to and it's like a kick in the gut LMAO. but also I thought I did pretty well with the descriptors, not to brag ofc. :3

❥ my happiest/saddest/most comedic fic

I SPENT 30 MINUTES LOOKING FOR THIS. but the saddest will have to be this short drabble about Levi losing you in an expedition and him coming to your old room, reminiscing. I don't know what brought it on but I was like, huh. let's just be SAD.

if you're interested, my fic masterlist can be found here!

finally, thank you so much for the asks @kingkonoha, @youre-ackermine, and @humanitys-strongest-bamf!! I love y'all a lot <3

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keegansgf · 1 year

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"pink is nice"

pairing: Valeria Garza x fem reader

synopsis: some domestic fluff backstory on Valeria's pink nails.

word count: 1.3k

tags: domestic bliss, fluff, silly wlw brainrot

A/N: Have you ever noticed Valeria has pink nails?? I have so many headcanons about her because she's just my little silly goose. Yes, she's 100% an artist and yes she has awful seasonal depression. I also think the y/n I've made for her is a beautician who does her hair and nails. Hashtag Valeria apologist lifestyle.

"Sorry that I don't have any more colors! I thought shades of pink, yellow, green, and blue would be cute for spring." You said while Valeria looked at your relatively empty nail polish organizer. "You could go with your usual picks too."

Her brows furrowed, eyes squinted, and she stood with arms crossed, deep in thought. Never have you seen someone so decisive with nail polish– it's cute, though! The people around Valeria could never see her in such a normal state– thank god you were able to witness this. You spaced out and stared at the organizer until she snapped you out of your trance.

"Pink is nice. I think I'll go with that." She kissed your cheek and handed you the nail polish, base coat, and top coat bottles. You fixed the throw pillows on your shared bed for extra cushion, one for you and one for her. She sat beside you in her spot, putting the polish next to you and handing you a nail file.

"You think you can shape them down? I think they're a little overgrown for work." She laughed while pushing her stray hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear.

"In your terms, they are. I hate filing them down, though... you have such pretty nail beds."

"I wouldn't be able to do my job properly with anything longer, but thank you for the compliment, amor. Sweet as always."

You jokingly groan at her response, continuing to file down her right hand. You both sat in a comfortable quietness, the occasional dog barking or car driving by being the only interruptions. Valeria darted her eyes around the room before circling her sight back to you, the floor, then to her hands. By now, you were working on her base coat. Her focus returned to you when you broke the silence.

"When we first met, I saw you as a purple gal. It's a very royal color historically– it fits you." You said, observing the bottle of hot pink nail polish beside you.

"Really?"

"Mhm. You usually don't pick bright colors, so it surprised me when you chose this. What's the switch up today?" Valeria bit the inside of her lip and looked to the side, trying to come up with an answer. If she had to be honest, it was just a pretty color– one of her favorites, too. She does understand where you're coming from, though. Her nails usually match her everyday closet, which are neutrals and some hints of blue from her jeans, so she opts for either black or shades of nude. They're colors that don't stand out too much but still make her feel pretty wearing them.

"I felt a little special. Spring is here, so it feels less dead, unlike winter. Plus, our anniversary is coming up! I'm in a good mood," She used her free hand to pet your head, not wanting to mess you up by shifting to kiss you. "I think a bright color fits how I feel right now."

You smiled at her genuine happiness. It was rare for Valeria to come home without stress, walking in carrying her anger from a mistake her employees made or a mistake she made herself. Whenever that happens to be the case (which again, is frequent), she isolates herself immediately. Despite her line of work taking a fair amount of collaboration, she works by herself most of the time. That left a lot of speculation about what 'El Sin Nombre' was truly like, and not who Valeria Garza was under her work mindset. It amazes you that you were able to get to know her with how distant she was with the people around her. You're surprised she even wanted to date you– let alone marry you.

"As long as you're happy, I'm happy, love. Speaking of our anniversary, what do you wanna do?"

"Well... I think we could both benefit from going outside. How does dinner sound? We can still cook breakfast and lunch ourselves. I know you like spending our mornings together." She giggles.

"You know me so well." You laughed, finishing the base coat, and started with the main event; the hot pink nail polish chosen by your wife.

"It really is a nice color. It makes me forget the seasonal depression we both got out of." She said, examining the sheer first layer. She was right about the seasonal depression. You both get tired during December, then exhausted trying to start the new year correctly in January and February. It starts getting better in early March when you're finally caught up with life, and the pace quickens to prepare for spring.

"Now you have me wanting to use pink too. I might go with a lighter shade so we can still match."

After about three coats, you were finishing off Valeria's nails with a glossy top coat. She looked at her other hand which was drying to admire your work.

"Good job as always, amor! When can I not trust you with my nails? Thank you."

"It's nothing! Plus, it's been a while since you've taken some time for yourself." Valeria clicked her tongue and sighed, knowing what you were referring to.

"I know, I know. I missed being home, too." The only con to being married to her; she's rarely able to be home, especially nowadays with her bigger plans. As much as you appreciate the precious texts and phone calls while she's hours away from home, dealing with something work-related, it's hard to cope with life going on without her home. Your co-workers always see you mope around whenever Valeria is long-distance, and she's more serious than usual while operating away from home. You completed each other so perfectly– it was like tearing the sun and moon apart when you weren't together.

Every conversation you and Valeria had brought you closer; it was the reason you both took interest in each other from the start. One of the more hidden interests she had was art. She isn't into doing her own art– at least not often, but she could talk about how it impacts her for hours. You remember you were on a walk with her while admiring the street art of Las Almas after coming home.

"What made you start liking street art so much? You talk about it so passionately."

"Las Almas wouldn't be itself without the street art. I think it shows the community and the will of the people. I like it for that."

"Do you have a favorite piece?"

"Hmm... I don't think I could pick one if I tried. You're always my favorite work of art, though."

It makes you glad that she sometimes treats her trips as art tours, sending you murals in a new town she arrived in. Sometimes you think in another reality, Valeria pursued art and wouldn't be as stressed and overworked as she is now. But as long as she's happy with her life, all is fine.

"Alright, they're dry- ah!" You got pulled into a hug while Valeria laid back on the bed, bringing you down with her. She peppered your face with kisses before deeply kissing your lips and burying her face in your neck.

"Thank you again. I love you." She said, sighing into you. You were on your sides facing each other while her arms were on your waist.

"I love you too. You're welcome, by the way." You giggled, wrapping your arms around her, enjoying her loving embrace. You stayed just like that for a minute, savoring the warmth before Valeria spoke again.

"Do you want to get snacks and watch a movie together? I call it an early anniversary celebration." She said while getting up on her elbows and giving you a wink. "I may have been able to work a little extra last month to be around you more."

"Of course, I want to." She got off your shared bed, helping you up to go pick movie snacks with her.

"Alright, let's go. This week will be just for us, I promise."

#valeria garza #valeria mw2 #valeria x reader #valeria garza x reader #cod #cod mw22 #domestic bliss #domestic fluff #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare 2

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zushikiss · 1 year

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Searching for you!

⤷ scaramouche x fem!reader

Season 1, Episode 5 ─ a kiss worth remembering

8:17 pm, the same day

You and scaramouche park outside an expensive looking cafe, immediately you notice the lack of cars around, or lack of people in general, but before you could make a comment scaramouche already went outside to open the door for you, smiling as you thanked him he only nodded in acknowledgement before starting to make his way to the cafe.

"That's weird, there's not a lot of people around.."

"Yeah, I rented the whole place out for us."

"What? why??"

"Well I didn't want anyone to bother us, plus having paparazzis around for the first date isn't ideal now, is it?"

You could only shut your mouth as you felt a smile tug on your lips, he opened the door for you before he took you to one of the booths, soon enough a waiter took your order.

"I'll have a [your dessert and drink of choice]"

"I'll have a slice of your blueberry cheesecake and a caffè americano."

You giggled at how ironic his order is, now that you look at it, his hair kinda looks like a blueberry.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing, just kinda ironic that you ordered a blueberry cheesecake when you kinda look like one."

"Oh yeah?, well you look like a blueberry too."

Before you could retaliate the waiter was already placing the desserts on your desk, however the indigo haired man sitting in front of you wanted to say something else, 'you remind me of a blueberry since they're my favorite..' , however he couldn't find the strength to say those words out loud.

Once the both of you were finished eating he decided to bring you somewhere else, and in a matter of minutes you were parked near a dark and secluded playground, stepping out of his car you excitedly ran over to the swings.

"Come here Scaramouche! Push me."

"You know you can call me a nickname, right? Scara's a bit too long."

"Oh, then what would you want me to call you?"

"Can i tell you something?"

"Sure.. Go ahead."

He started to tell you about his real name, kunikuzushi, his strict mother who wanted him to take over her company, he told you about the betrayals that he experienced, though it was a bit shocking to have him open up, you were glad he felt comfortable enough with you to do so, little did you know that the feeling was mutual.

He didn't quite know why he was telling you this, there were members from his band that he'd known for several years yet they don't know any of this, he can't explain it but he feels at ease with you, exactly why he started to look for you after your eventful kiss the other night.

He felt comfortable with you around, you brought him peace, something he could only find with music, that was it! He felt the same way with you as he did with music.

The same thing that led to his and his mother's arguments, but if you were to be the start of an argument between him and his mother then he would defend you until the end, there's some things that he just can't explain and you're one of them, or rather he can't explain why he feels at peace with you around, but rather than trying to figure out why he feels like this he'd rather just bask in the happiness he currently feels, after all he of all people should know how nothing is permanent, however he wishes for you to stay by his side, even though you haven't been around for very long.

The both of you sit on the swings in a comfortable silence, he stares at you as the moonlight highlights your features, this is the first time he's seen you clearly and he wishes for this scenery to be forever engraved in his mind, as a matter of fact, he thinks it already is.

The both of you started walking back to the car since it was already getting cold and he didn't wanna drive you home so late.

"Can I kiss you?"

He blurts out, his straightforwardness catches you off guard, when he realizes his own words, or rather when he realizes how quiet you've been he immediately attempts to take back his statement.

"Nevermind, i'm sorry, I don't know what that was ab-"

"Yes you can."

And he looks at you before his own body moves on its own accord, he moves nearer to you, your back hitting the back of his car as he looks at you once more as if to ask if you're sure and you nod, his hand travels to your cheeks, cupping your face before his lips finally meet yours, you could still taste the blueberry cheesecake he had earlier, his lips are soft and he smells amazing, when you pull away he does the same to catch his breath, his forehead resting on yours while his hands stayed still, he pulls you in for another kiss, though he stopped when his lips were a centimeter away from yours, he was waiting for you to close the gap and you did, his hands lowered to your waist as he pulled you closer, and once the both of you finally pulled away for the second time he nudged your head to rest on your chest, he did this so he can hide how flustered he is and just to feel your warmness for a bit more.

"Ready to go home?"

"Yeah.."

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notes ; surprise! LMFAOOO this is definitely how i planned this and stuff but its fine, also a little self promo maybe, i have another smau! i haven't started it yet but yk maybe if you wanna check it out 👀 its a modern!au and also actor!scara and a sprinkle of ceo!scara so hehe, here's the link :))

sypnosis ; after attending your favorite band's concert and after party, you decide to drink your heart out, and when you finally sober up, you're left with a "call me" note, thousands of messages of your best friend yelling at you to wake up, a hangover, and allegations to beat, yesterday, you were a normal fan who admired 6reeze, and now you apparently stole a kiss from one of the members, what do you do when you find it he's searching for you?

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sunflowerskies00 · 9 days

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sun to me, part 4

so i stayed anyway

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In a turn of events that everyone saw coming, Luke and I quickly became friends. Much to the dismay of Josie, who was hoping I would've 'jumped his bones' at this point (her words not mine). She was now on a fully blown friends-to-lovers conspiracy. Informing me that at some point I would realize I was in love with him and blah blah blah. Josie has a wild imagination and gets carried away often. But it's also what makes her one of my favorite people so I can't complain.

My newfound friendship with Luke is how I ended up at this place on a Tuesday after my team's practice, absolutely fuming. I was not having it tonight, it was a shit show practice, and if this was any indicator of how the season was going to go, we might as well give up now. Luke, bless his heart, looked terrified when he opened the door, not sure if I was through with my yelling he had heard on the phone or not.

Normally when there was a bad practice I ended up going to the gym, by myself, not wanting to have to let my roommates see me so upset. Not that they cared, they'd normally agree with my anger and egg it on, instead of trying to tell me I was being irrational, which I normally was. However, when I texted Luke, he said I could come over so I ditched my normal gym routine and headed to his house.

"Well, don't you look like a picture of happiness," He offers as I step inside. This was the first time I had been at his place, it was nice, very nice.

"Idiots. I play on a team with a bunch of idiots," I slide my shoes off, and he closes the door behind me before leading me through their home. "I mean is that hard to pass the damn puck. You obviously aren't going to fucking score so just pass the fucking puck. We aren't going to win when fucking Lauren thinks she needs to score every fucking goal. Another thing, she's not even that good, oh and she's a fucking rude bit-," I stop myself mid-rant, not just to take a breath but because I realized his brother was here, and me yelling about a bitch on my team isn't the best first impression. Luke is stifling a laugh.

"Jack, this is Edwards' sister, y/n. Y/n, this is Jack, my brother," He introduces us.

"Nice to meet you," I offer him a slightly awkward smile.

"You too," he says, having more of a smile than I do. "Now please continue about this puck-hogging bitch?" My cheeks turn pink at that.

"I was just going to say she's a rude fucking bitch who flirts with other girls on the team's boyfriends and has no remorse," I cross my arms over my chest. "That's it," I finish.

"She sounds awful, but I'm sure your coach will take care of it. Well, at least the puck-hogging thing, I don't think there's much to be done with the boyfriend stealing, that's just a character flaw," Luke offers. Which honestly, is probably what I needed to hear. If I had been with the girls, it would have been full-fledged agreeing with all of it, and agreeing that I should just plow her into the boards at practice and just accept getting reamed out for it.

"She does sound like a rude bitch," Jack nods in agreement. "But Luke's right, your coach should deal with the on-ice issues, not much you can do about the other things, but try not to do anything that makes you seem like the ass." I nod, accepting what they're saying, and knowing that their advice is the most rational, and anything I had been concocting in my mind on the way over here, was irrational and should probably never see the light of day. "We were just going to have dinner, want anything?" Jack offers.

"Sure," I nod. Luke sits on the couch and pats the spot next to him. I flop down and slump. Freaking Lauren had drained all the positivity and energy from my body.

"So, is you ranting about teammates after practice a common occurrence?" Luke asks me. I shake my head.

"No, I mean don't get me wrong, I practice more often than not pissed off about something, but it's normally related to me and how I performed, very rarely is it because of one of my teammates. Lauren is a transfer, and she's made approximately zero friends on the team," I offer as an explanation.

"So, if you hadn't come here were you just going to stew in your anger?"

"No, well sorta, I go the gym, well if it's something that I think has to do with me, I go to the gym. Otherwise, I rant to my roommates but they normally encourage the anger and irrational ideas to deal with it," I lift a shoulder, not really knowing what else to say.

"You go to the gym? After multiple hours at practice?"

"I know, it's not good, but it's habit," I mumble, my cheeks turning pink, for no reason. He's being genuinely curious, it's not like he's scolding me. Luke doesn't say anything else because Jack yells something about food.

After dinner, I get ready to leave, not wanting to overstay my welcome, when Luke tells me we're going somewhere. Once I'm in the car, he informs me we're going to get ice cream. I protest, trying to tell him I don't do sugar during my season, but he tells me to loosen up and to treat myself, especially after my shitty day. I don't protest anymore, giving into his reasoning. We get to a little ice cream place not far from his place and against my wishes he buys me ice cream, not letting me pay for myself, and we sit outside at a little table. Luke has a triumph smirk on his face as I narrow my eyes at him.

"Stop being so grumpy, you have ice cream, and you're hanging out with me, what could you be mad about?" I roll my eyes at that, a small smile slipping through at his playful arrogance.

"Some dumb man wouldn't let me pay for my own ice cream."

"Yeah, well it was his idea, and he wanted to see his friend less grumpy, so stop frowning and enjoy the mint chip," He points his spoon at me. I roll my eyes but smile, taking a bit of the ice cream.

By the time I get my car from Luke's and get back home, it's late. Really late. I'm expecting everyone to be in bed, not asleep, but in their rooms. I'm wrong, they're all sitting on the couch, waiting for me.

"Hey," I offer them a smile.

"Hey yourself, where were you missy?" Josie is the first to speak. "You left after practice which was approximately, 6 hours ago, and we haven't heard from you since, just tracked your location to see you ended up at a random house, and then some ice cream place, back to the house, and then here," she recalls my locations. I'm going to delete Life360 so these weirdos can't stalk me anymore.

"Nice stalking skills," I tease her.

"This is serious, where you were you?"

"I went to Luke's, I told him I was in a shit mood and he told me to come over, so I hung out there for a while, and then he insisted on ice cream, and then we hung out at his house for a while before I came back here," I give the brief rundown of my actions for the evening.

"You sure spend a lot of time with him for claiming he's just a friend," Ava's voice isn't accusing, just observing.

"He's a good friend," I shrug my shoulders, that really was all the explanation I had. Luke is an amazing friend, and that's something I didn't say about many of Ethan's former or current teammates. I also had a tendency to not get along with them, big egos on those hockey players (of the male variety).

"And will he remain just a friend?" Lindsey asks. I just shrug, I wasn't sure. Luke was good-looking, anyone with eyes could see that, and I loved spending time with him. But in the weeks that I had known him, he had become such a good friend, and that wasn't something I was willing to give up.

"I don't know," I answer honestly. They must sense my discomfort because they change the subject, dropping Luke from the conversation.

#umich hockey #luke hughes #luke hughes imagine #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes x y/n #jack hughes #quinn hughes #nhl imagine #ethan edwards

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hmspogue · 1 year

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Outer Banks Season 3 Shot by Shot Trailer Rundown

I do not own any clips or screenshots, all rights to Netflix and the creators.

To say I'm still reeling would be the understatement of the century, let's get into it.

John B: "From the very beginning, it was always Kooks..."

Even though they're set on us prying this orange filter from their cold dead fingers, these first two shots are actually stunning?

"...and Pogues"

Holy hell, we know we have all the ohter Pogues reuniting with their parents after they get back home, so JJ being all alone at this house is actually so heartbreaking.

Jiara nation rise, it looks like Bracelet Touch™ takes place at the empty Maybank house I'm not well.

"Some people with everything..."

Why are season 3's always everyones haircut season in shows like what is the source of this phenomenon?

But Rafe and Barry with the key

This hiding job is on par with JJ throwing pew pillows over it in the church.

Although, kind of think this is them getting ready to try and melt the cross down (which makes me so beyond furious), because off to the side you see the lighter fluid and the muffin tins, then later there's shots of gold.

"...and some with nothing."

The DIVIDE. I actually love the dynamic of Kooks vs Pogues heating up and the two cultures that try and exist on a very small island together. Especially since this season seems to be Kiara centric, her whole identity being called into question about where she falls I NEED IT.

I cannot even begin to express how sad I am that we're probably going to get approximately 3 seconds of them hanging out on Poguelandia because look at them!!! Let them be happy!!!

"That's the way it's always been."

SDHCULAISUEHLWAG JIARA FISHING ISNT JUST A MONTAGE I REPEAT JIARA FISHING WILL NOT JUST BE A MONTAGE.

I LOVE HER SO MUCH YES BABE GO FISHING!!!

Pope and Cleo making a signal fire together. Looks like that scene from the teaser of them walking in the field was probably them trying to scout out a good spot for it.

Jarah B looking fine as hell John B I know that bandana is your father's but i cannot even begin to imagine how disgusting it is at this point I'm sorry-

IM BEING SO NORMAL ABOUT THIS!!!!

I feel like both this shot and the previous one are them being saved by the plane that lands.

(@whitetrashjj the mullet truther, your time has come).

"Until now."

This may be my favorite John B set up narration so far.

Also, like I said, them getting rescued by the plane. Kiara looks almost hesitant? Could be the same shot as above where her and JJ aren't too sure about this plane or the people on it.

MMMMMMMM VERY concerning JJ bike crash. Pope and Cleo (or maybe Kie?) in the back of the truck with a crate.

Okay this is SO intereting to me because Ward with blood all over himself (whatelse is new?), Rafe, and Sarah helping him? I can't tell what's in his hand. But the family dynamics this season are goign to be somehow even messier, I can feel it.

Kiara getting kidnapped and taken to wilderness camp, I'm so not ready for this like. It's for sure the Carrera house in the back, the two shirts say Kitty Hawk Adventure.

For a long time, we all thought this was going to be something they ended the season on, but now it seems like it'll be a plot point in the middle. Thanks to @sun-undone and her unhinged costuming documents, we know that this yellow halter top is after the Carrera anniversary party we got BTS from (with the Jiara gate fight and John B rocking Topper's shit and Mike's "see, this is what I'm talking about, JJ"). We know Kie is seen later witht he Pogues, so Blue Ridge may be a quick, one episode plot mid season.

If they've been holding Blue Ridge over her head the whole season, then John B beating the shit out of Topper at the party is sort of the last straw, I cannot een begin to imagine the fight that he and JJ will have about it????

JJ and Kiara INSIDE the Chateau and a fire being lit OUTSIDE? If someone's trying to burn the house down witht hem trapped inside there will be heLL TO PAY.

IF THE CHATEAU GETS BURNED DOWN IM COMING FOR THE PATES I STG DON'T DO THIS TO ME WHY DO I FEEL LIKE IT WOULD BE MY CHILDHOOD HOME BURNING KJDFLAIUDHFAL??????

I know that Cline talked about having to mentally take Sarah to some very dark places this season and this shot just confirms my theory that I seriously think Sarah's going to kill someone and deal with the emotional consequences of that.

I want this to be feral JJ so badly after Kiara's taken, but, sadly, he's not in the right outfit. Not the first time we've seen machete!JJ though.

We saw this shot in the teaser, but looks like they're climbing up an abandoned elevator shaft. They're in their clothes they have on get reunited with Kie. I think it's from the same abandoned hotel the Pogues (minus Kiara, probably because they're going to save her) are in front of in a different shot.

Andd here it is: the new plot of the season and confirmation they're going after fucking EL DORADO NEXT LIKE.

Important to note this is shot on a plane as well.

Oh the Twinkie, how I missed you.

oh look they remembered a mom besides Anna this season WHY MY EYES WET LIKE THESE REUNIONS ALSO WHILE JJ IS COMPLETELY ALONE. HEYWARD, ADOPT HIM YOU COWARD!

Kiara's relationship with her parents is so askjhfailsuh COMPLICATED because I think they really do love her. And she wants more than anything for them to understand her and they just keep missing each other.

"My father and me..."

This shot is very aesthetically pleasing to me. That's all I have to say about it.

YEAH OKAY AND THEN I STARTED FUCKING WEEPING BECAUSE THIS?????? I CANT BELIEVE THEY PUT BABY JOHN B IN THE TRAILER?????

If they only do baby Sarah and Baby John B I will do something so drastic-

"...the treasure was our way out."

The way he's looking at his father? Like the pride in his eyes? I know this relationship is going to sting so badly with the way the Pates have talked about John B having to reconcile the idealized version of his father in his head with the one that left him for gold.

This is a kid that hasn't been hurt by the world or his father yet and I wanna hug him.

(post will be continues apparently i can only up load 30 images at once)

#outer banks #outer banks season 3 #shot by shot trailer rundown #john b routledge #jj maybank #pope heyward #kiara carrera #sarah cameron #jiara #obx3

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yongislong · 1 year

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holidate.

genre: fluff with nonidol!jaemin

note: happy holidays! love you all, not proofread! i kinda hate this im sorry, ty for requesting though anon :"(

"so what do you say... wanna be my holi-date?!"

you peer up at jaemin with hopeful eyes as you attempt not to cringe at your poor joke. waving your jazz hands cutely in an effort to convince him to meet your parents for the first time this winter season.

he grimaces. you know how worried he's been about meeting your parents. you both haven't been dating that long but he was completely taken with you. he couldn't bare messing up in front of your family, not when he finally had you.

you pout and whine and coo until he gives in.

"if you weren't an absolute angel i would not be going... you're trouble, you know that? fuck... "

you haven't seen jaemin this nervous since he confessed.

"oh god, oh god... do i look okay... is this dumb... oh my GOD jaemin brown and orange what are you thinking??"

jaemin shuffles and paces around your shared apartment, frantically searching for an outfit for the event ahead. his voice was pitched up a couple octaves due to his worries.

sure he's been to a couple of holiday parties with you in college, but this was a big deal.

"babe relax- c'mere just-just sit, c'mon, here..." patting the space next to you, he shuffles over. head low in embarrassment, the mattress dipping under his weight. you graze your fingers over his wrist once he settles to look towards you.

giving him your best doe eyes. you see his gaze visibly soften. he lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

"its going to be okay, okay? hm? i love you and that's all that matters! i've bragged to them a thousand times about you! they're dying to meet you. there's no reason to be worried. you're na jaemin!!! the na jaemin!" he breaks out into laughs, "see! don't try and hide your blush from me now... you look great. put on the cute knitted sweater you love and let's go, okay?"

kissing his forehead you let him slip away to the closet, playfully smacking his butt as he cut in front of you.

you could still feel his hand shaking as he gripped your thigh to ground himself. you'd been comforting him since you both left. spritzing a bit of your perfume on his sweater, holding his bicep, putting on his favorite playlist and now lightly scraping your fingernails up and down his forearm.

"this it?"

"mhhmm, park just right there..."

his arms flex as he pulls up to the curb in front of your childhood home.

he turns the engine off and stills. his lashes flutter as he closes his eyes, letting in a big breath and exhaling slowly. he clearly needed a minute and you were more than willing to give it to him.

"okay, hmph, lets go," he says with a peck to your lips, smiling as he pulls away. it's as if this kiss alone gave him the strength to get over his fears.

he races over to your side of the car to let you out, holding your hand to make sure you didn't trip over the uneven pavement.

you snake your arm around his right bicep and make the short walk to the red front door a couple feet away.

ringing the doorbell, jaemin exhales and shakes his head. muttering mantras under his breath about being polite and that everything is okay.

your parents swing the door open.

"OH MY GOD YOU'RE GORGEOUS," your mother says excitedly, pulling him inside by the wrist.

you all laugh loudly as you step into the warmth of the house. jaemin immediately takes off his shoes, your mother shoots you a look of approval and you nod and mouth excitedly "i know!"

throughout the duration of the night, jaemin has put on his charm to 100. talking to your family about his education, his swimming scholarship and how lucky he is to have you. he even admits how nervous he was which has everyone in a fit of giggles again. he helped set the table, complimented your mom on her skin, played with the kittens that waltzed around his legs yet, never failed to check up to see how you were doing.

he'd caught you staring in awe a couple times, the smile on your face growing as he grins back at you in accomplishment, nodding towards your mother with wide eyes, like a little boy in kindergarten who made a new friend.

your family wasn't keen on letting the both of you leave once it got too late.

"i know im sorry mr. and ms. y/l/n, they hate me driving late at night so we really should go..." that doesn't fail to leave your mom cooing.

as soon as the door shuts behind you both, jaemin squeals and regains composure, "see y/n, i don't know why you were so worried, i told you they'd love me... im the na jaemin!" he screams that last bit.

you lightly punch him in the chest, "yeah yeah you nailed it tiger, just get in the car..." he laughs loudly, the arm draped over your shoulders pulls you in tighter and forces you to grab on to his waist to avoid toppling over.

"i can't believe my own mother ignored me for a pretty face... tsk"

the last thing you heard before jaemin shut your car door was a loud cackle.

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multimilfs · 1 year

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Alcina Dimitrescu x Fem!Reader: No Place Like Home

Summary: Alcina Dimitrescu + 38 -- "Can we go home yet?"

Prompt from this list here!

A/N: Writing this made me very happy. I love fics that focus on the whole Dimitrescu family, they're very wholesome (as wholesome as they can get) and I love them. I hope you all like this, please don't hesitate to leave a comment :)

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Tag List: @multifandomfix @ghostsunderstoodmysoul @escapetodreamworld

AO3

Warning(s): Blood, Minor gore, Ambiguous relationships

According to Daniela, there are several reasons why winter is awful.

Number one—it’s freezing! How could anyone enjoy their day when their limbs are half-numb with cold?

Number two—they’re stuck inside the Castle. This is one that bothers you as well; you failed to realize how much of a handful three castle-ridden girls would be.

Number three—and Daniela’s least favorite, there is nothing to do.

Winter has been your favorite season since you could walk; The holidays, the snow, the warmth of blankets and drinks. Your fondest memory is curling up with your sisters beneath a blanket after spending the day in the snow, fingers slowly warmed by ceramic mugs full of hot chocolate. It’s one you held onto your entire life. One you want to share with your new family.

So you’ve decided to disprove Daniela’s points—or the last one, at least.

“You’re quiet tonight.” Alcina comments.

She glances across the room to where you’re curled up by the fireplace, book in your hand forgotten while you stare at the flames. You’re unsure how long you’ve been distracted. Her place in her own book is marked by a finger as she waits.

“I’m just thinking.”

“Ah,” She nods, “And here I thought it was the fireplace producing smoke.”

You roll your eyes, but can’t stop the upturn of your lips, “Very funny.”

Alcina wears a smirk as she goes back to her reading, leaving you to your thoughts. You can’t figure out how to bring winter to three girls who’ll die from the cold. They have to stay warm, there are no ifs, ands, or buts about it. Unfortunately, both hot and cold can’t coexist for what you want to plan.

Sighing heavily, you put your head in your hands. You want to give up and call off the whole idea. Think, your mind argues, You’re a Dimitrescu now, and Dimitrescu’s don’t give up.

“Alcina?”

She hums, not looking up from her book, “Hm?”

“Has the village ever celebrated the holidays? Not in the religious way, but in the festivities, giving kind of way.”

“Not that I can recall. Mother Miranda frowns upon celebrations that aren’t tied to her. Though she could be forgiving this year, with Eva being freshly returned.”

Ah. There’s the basis of your issues then; Mother Miranda. You nod and stand. Crossing the room, you’re delighted to remember that Alcina’s at level height with you since she’s sitting. You lean in and steal a long kiss.

You pull away, red-faced and breathless, “Can I use the phone in your office?”

And then you’re standing at her desk, the large phone clutched in your hand and ringing, ringing, ringing…

“This better be good.” A cool, venomous voice drips down the line.

You ignore the venom, “Mother Miranda.”

“Little human.”

Her voice has ticked higher in pitch, though otherwise nothing about the woman changes. You can hear the giggles of Eva somewhere in the background.

“I trust you’re well?”

“Skip the pleasantries. What do you want?”

You wince, but relay your desires to the Goddess. It takes promises and a dash womanly charm to coax her into your ideas. You’ve agreed to watch Eva anytime she requires, as well as assisting her once a month in her studies.

If you’re being realistic, you got off far easier than you expected to. You’d anticipated a lot more flirting and agreements of a bloodier nature.

Dodging questions about your call at dinner that evening, you head into the village the next day, alone. The few villagers shy away from the Dimitrescu carriage with fear in their eyes. You knock firmly against the inside of the carriage and bring it to a stop.

Stepping out into the cold, snow crunching under your feet, you watch the people relax. Their grips are no longer white-knuckled and they nod in your direction. Some even dare to meet your eyes and you do your best to reward them with a smile, especially the curious children.

You pat the flank of Alcina’s loyal horses, “Aștepta.”

Beelining to the back of the village square, you slip quietly into the butchers. It’s empty save for you and the graying woman on the other side of the counter. Her back is facing you, rusty red curls slipping from the black scarf around her head, hacking away at a carcass with a cleaver.

“Be with you in a moment.” She throws over her shoulder.

“Take your time.”

The cleaver clatters onto the table and she spins. Her eyes are wide, one hand clutching her chest as it rises and falls too quickly.

“My Lady!”

“I said take your time, Detta,” You sigh, “Will you ever listen to me?”

“Her Ladyship would dislike it very much if I kept you waiting.”

“My wife isn’t here. Finish up your task and then you can help me, not a moment before.”

Detta hesitates as if waiting for a trap. You mentally curse the Lords—not for the first time—for inspiring so much fear into the people of their domain. Your love for your wife and her family is unending, but there are many times you could smack them for being so cruel. It makes interactions like this all the more difficult.

You sense eyes staring in the shop, following your every move. You wonder if Detta feels them glued to her back as well. But you peruse the selection of dried meats as if they’re not there.

There’s an attractive set of hindquarters hanging behind the counter. A heavy layer of salt covers the outside, dark red made pale pink. You wonder if your girls would appreciate it; it’s hardly their preferred fare of man-flesh, but Bela and Cassandra were fond of venison on occasion.

Apparently satisfied with her work, Detta turns back to you, arms splattered with blood. You hardly notice it.

“How can I help you, My Lady?”

“I have an interesting request for you.”

“Anything.”

You level the woman with a look, “I’m not my wife, Detta. You’re allowed to refuse me.”

Detta nods, but her eyes flicker behind you, to where the village no-doubt watches on. There’s sweat on her brow and you know it isn’t from her hard work. You sigh. You can hardly blame her for being so afraid, she’s grown up in the village and seen the countless atrocities committed, but you don’t want to be viewed as an extension of the bloodshed.

Never have you raised a hand against any of them, but it’s done little to make you more favorable. You suppose that became your lot when you took the Dimitrescu name.

“I… What is your request, My Lady?”

“I’d like to set up a bit of festivity here for the holidays, including stalls for businesses like yours. Mother Miranda has given me her blessing. You’re highly respected amongst the people and I’d like you to spread the word around.”

She hesitates.

“You don’t trust me.”

“It’s not that, My Lady,” Detta says, “The winter season has been hard on the village. It will be hard to join the festivities with no product.”

“What would the village require to make this happen?”

Another glance behind you, a deep breath, “The lycans need to be disposed of. They hunt all our game and stock, trample crops, and terrorize us all around. Rid us of them and celebrations will be easier.”

You nod. Heisenburg hardly needs the foul creatures anymore, the threat of Ethan Winters and associated groups having been eliminated. It will take a lot more than agreeing to watch Eva to convince Mother Miranda, but the woman has always been partial to you for some odd reason. You’re not convinced Alcina will appreciate what you have to agree to.

Detta seems to take your silence as evidence of anger; she’s backed herself away from you, as far as she can without being rude. Her hand grips the handle of her cleaver. You could almost laugh at the absurdity of the scene, but you need her favor.

“Give me a week.” You say, “And I’ll take the hindquarters behind you. What are those, venison?”

—

The piece of meat goes over well.

“None for me, girls.” Alcina turns it away, sipping at her wine.

“Mama?” Daniela turns to you.

Motioning to your plate where a cooked piece rests, “I’m alright. Thank you, bug.”

The words have hardly left your mouth before the three swarm, teeth ripping into the raw meat. You’re thankful the aging process left it with less blood. Leaning back, you watch as you always do, with a sense of horrified interest.

A large hand comes to rest on your thigh beneath the table. You glance up into golden eyes, offering her a fond smile. She smirks in response.

“Your trip to the village proved worthwhile, it seems.” She comments.

“To a degree, yes. I still have much to do,” You shift, sitting up and turning to face her. Alcina’s eyes meet your own and narrow, “Some of which you may not… enjoy.”

“Oh?”

“I need Mother Miranda’s approval and my methods may have to be… different, this time.”

“No.”

“Alcina, please.”

Her wine glass is slammed onto the table. It shatters, Sanguis Virginis running over her gloved hand. The girls don’t notice.

“She can’t have you.” Alcina snarls.

“What is one night with her compared to an eternity with you?” You ask, “It’s only my body. You own the rest.”

“I own all of you!”

“Alcina, this is an opportunity to endear the village to us. I know you’ve been searching for one. You can hardly scoff when it drops into your lap!”

“I can when it involves loaning out my wife!”

You stand and move into her space. Slowly, you drag a finger up her arm, until you meet her gaze with eyes full of desire. Her jaw clenches.

“What if you’re there too, hm? You’ve always enjoyed watching.” You whisper.

Alcina exhales heavily through her nose. She rakes her eyes over you slowly and you can practically see the images behind them. You, in various positions, another pair of hands pinching and pulling at flesh, while all she can do is watch in a delicious state of helplessness. The interest and hate rolls off of her in waves.

Her hand wraps around your smaller one. Your wrist is pulled to her nose and she inhales, eyes darkening with the scent of you in her senses. Teeth dig in and pull blood from the veins. You try not to whine.

Three sets of eyes look up from their meal.

Alcina pulls a tasteful amount of blood from you before pulling away. It colors her lips like another shade of lipstick.

“You are mine, understood?” Alcina asks.

“Only yours.”

Cassandra gags, “Ugh. Get a room.”

“Or at least let us have a taste!” Daniela smiles, blood and flesh in her teeth.

“What did we say about boundaries, Dani?”

Daniela wilts under Bela’s chastising look. She curls in on herself, muttering obediently that having them is important while the blonde nods. Should the Cadou parasite not be the right path for you, you’d want to go in a way that benefits your family; where they consume you, down to your marrow; you gather now isn’t the time for such admissions.

Cassandra has leaned back in her seat to watch the scene unfold with thinly-veiled disgust. She’s using her sickle to pick flesh from between her teeth, accidentally flinging some into the center of the table.

“Cassandra.”

“Sorry, Mother.”

The middle daughter doesn’t stop despite her apology. Alcina digs her nails into the arm of her chair, the night’s events taking a toll on her sanity. You can’t blame her. There’s surely more news she’ll fill you in on when you’re wrapped up in bed.

Something else finds its way into the center of the table, staining the white cloth red, and you see Alcina tense.

“Girls, you’re excused.” You say quickly.

All three nod, crossing around to offer brief affection before leaving; Cassandra the quickest of all, you can’t help but feel sorry for any maids that may cross her path. Daniela and Bela are slower and more intentional, offering a kiss on the cheek to you and Alcina. Daniela skips from the room and Bela waits for her to leave before following.

It leaves you and your wife alone in the room, the latter with her head in her palm, releasing heaving breaths. You wait. Sipping at your soup politely, you spare glances her way.

“You’re intent on going through with this?” She asks.

“I am. I want to give the girls something to brighten their spirits.”

“And there’s no other way?”

“The village wants free of the Lycans and Karl won’t let them go unless Miranda tells him to. I’ve already made steep promises for my plans to happen at all, but this… there’s only one thing left to bargain with.”

Alcina seethes, “Very well.”

You lay your hand on the table between you, palm up.

She stares at it for a few long moments. Placing her own hand over your own, you smile, and bring it to your lips. You kiss the back of it reverently.

From there your plans unfold nicely. After a long meeting with Mother Miranda—in person, to Alcina’s disgust—the two of you settle on terms; she’ll permanently rid the village of lycans for 24-hours of unhindered access to you. It’s too easy, but that’s a problem for later.

Within a week the village is free of the twisted creatures. Detta seems both pleased and surprised you managed it when you visit, but makes good on her end of the bargain. The people are informed of your plans and the square undergoes an exciting transformation.

All of it is on your and Alcina’s dime of course. The Duke is all too happy to provide what you need for the lei you offer. He’s friendly enough though and you’re not naive to business relations, so you don’t take it too hard when he vanishes after collecting payment.

It feels like a whirlwind until the day of the festivities rolls around. You bounce on your heels in the hall of four, waiting for your family. Alcina descends the stairs first, wrapped in pure white fur, smirking at your apparent excitement.

“I’m glad to see you so pleased, draga mea.” Alcina presses a kiss to your lips.

“I just hope the girls like it.”

“They will,” She assures you, raising her voice, “Daughters!”

The familiar swarms race down the stairs, coming to a stop and forming your girls. Cassandra and Bela stand properly and nod at their Mother. Daniela throws herself into your arms, making you spin to catch her. She squeals in your ear.

“I’m so excited, Mama! A real winter festival!”

“Darling girl, try not to deafen your Mama.” Alcina suggests.

You kiss Daniela’s forehead, “I’m excited for you and your sisters to see it, bug.”

Cassandra clears her throat. You all glance her way.

“If you’re so excited, why are we still standing here?” She asks.

It’s a valid point. You miss the warning glance Alcina gives over your head, taking your wife’s arm and leading the way outside. The Dimitrescu carriage waits, the horses whickering and shaking their heads, eager to move. A maid holds open the door for you and your wife first.

You let Alcina step in, followed by your daughters, but don’t enter yourself. All four give you curious stares. But you rush to the front where the horses wait with forced patience.

They, like your family, are beautiful in a twisted nature; all a dappled gray, with midnight black manes, their flesh sunken in to reveal their skeletons. Their mouths drip black like they swallowed an inkwell. Where eyes once were are empty, red sockets. Though they lack the organs, you can still feel them follow your movements.

In a pouch you’ve tied to your hip are five apples you dipped in clotted blood. The first, Negatio, noses the bag with interest. You pat one side of his face while feeding him an apple with your other hand. You go through the same motions with the other four until they’re pleased and your family is suitably impatient, making you smile.

You’re tucked into Alcina’s side for the trip, enjoying the warmth of her body despite the heat in the carriage.

“Mama?” Bela asks softly.

“Yes, sweet bug?”

“How are you keeping the carriage warm?”

“A generator and heater I affixed to the back,” You answer. When they all stare blankly, you correct, “Technology I purchased from the Duke.”

They all nod in understanding. You bite your lip to keep from laughing, leaning back against the seat and enjoying the gentle sway of the carriage. Out the window a fine layer of snow has started to fall. Alcina takes your hand in her own.

You open your eyes and look up at her. She kisses the back of your hand, eyes impossibly fond. Cassandra rolls her eyes across from you.

“Can we go home yet?”

Alcina’s eyes are ripped from you as she glares. You raise your eyebrows at the reaction, saying nothing.

“Cassandra.”

“What? I’m just asking a question.”

“You know how much time your Mama has put into this. The least you can be is grateful.”

“I never said I wasn’t grateful! I just want to know how long this will take, there’s an old sword in the armory I had to stop working on.”

You lean forward, “If you’d rather, we can take you back to the Castle, Cassandra.”

“Absolutely not.” Alcina snarls, making murderous eyes at her middle daughter, “Cassandra will join her family for the festivities you so carefully planned and like it.”

Cassandra grumbles and crosses arms over her chest. When you’re sure your wife isn’t looking, you meet Bela’s eyes, the both of you looking lost and confused; silently asking what the fuck was that? Neither one of you can come up with an answer.

The youngest bounces eagerly in her seat by the window. It grates on Cassandra’s nerves the longer it happens and you’re waiting for all hell to break loose, you curse yourself for not telling the group to leave their weapons at home.

The carriage rounds a final bend and the lights of the village come into view. All four of your family members lean forward to get a look, eyes wide.

String lights hang from every tree and building around the village square. In the center stands a tall tree decked out with ornaments of all shapes and sizes. Some are brightly colored orbs and others a mesh of wood and glue, courtesy of the first graders at the school.

Near the back, in front of where Detta’s shop is, stands a long white tent. People dip in and out, some bearing arms full of goods, others clutching only a steaming drink.

When the carriage comes to a stop, you’re pleased to see minimal reactions to your arrival. You wave your girls out first.

“After you.”

Daniela shoves past her sisters and out into the air. She turns in circles and giggles, looking at you and Alcina with a large smile.

“Mother, it’s warm out here!”

“What?” Bela says aloud, while Cassandra scoffs out, “No way!”

Soon enough the three of them are standing outside of the carriage, looking surprised and excited. Daniela and Bela even join hands and dance childishly for a moment before Alcina clears her throat. You elbow her hard.

“Let them enjoy this.” You say.

“I am, but they’re still Ladies of House Dimitrescu. They need to uphold the image.”

“For who?”

“Mother Miranda strictly explained—“

“Mother Miranda needed you and the girls to intimidate so she could take what she wanted. The villagers are already frightened and Miranda’s achieved her goal. Let the girls be girls or I’ll have the carriage take you home.”

Alcina’s eyebrows reach her hairline. You hold your breath and wonder if you’ve gone too far, but she smirks.

“How refreshing,” She purrs, “Speak to me like that again and you may lose your tongue, draga mea.”

“Yes, Alcina.”

“Good girl.”

You’re led into the festivities on your wife’s arm. Though you helped set everything up, it looks better than you expected.

Detta waves shyly from across the square and you smile. The Duke sits next to her, gesturing passionately with his hands, and Detta blushes. You wink at the two.

Your girls have disappeared into the tent to harass the local vendors and you’re about to join them when Daniela skips out, hot chocolate in her hands.

“So,” You start, “still think Winter is awful and boring?”

“Pretty much! But this is nice. Maybe it’s not so bad if this happens.”

You laugh, shaking your head. Daniela grins and vanishes. You’ve done all you can to spruce up this winter for them and you’re rather proud of yourself.

You already have a new set of ideas for next year and a whole 12 months to plan this time; you’re looking forward to firmly changing Daniela’s mind… eventually. For now you’ll just settle for being together.

#alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu x reader #lady dimitrescu x reader #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #resident evil village x reader #re8 #lady d #lady dimitrescu imagine #alcina dimitrescu imagine #wlw #wlw imagine #dec2022 #multimilfswritings #multimilfsficmas2022

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mrs-johansson · 5 months

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Strangers in the night - Scarlett Johansson x Fem!Reader

Part 20:

“Today we are joined by an amazing actress, director, and screenwriter. You’ve seen her in films like Red Sparrow, Lady Bird, and the Divergent trilogy. Please welcome, Y/n Cole,” called out James Corden and I walked out from the back.

I sat on the sofa and before we started he introduced the other guest. Ellen fucking Pompeo. “Oh my god hi,” I stood up and Ellen spread her arms with a wide smile. “Hi!” She said and we hugged. “I am fangirling, so sorry,” we all sat down. “I’m guessing you’re a Grey’s Anatomy fan, Y/n,” started James. “Are you kidding? I live and breathe by Grey’s Anatomy,” I said and the crowd laughed along with Ellen. “It’s season 15 now, who is your favorite character at the moment?” “Ugh… I looove Meredith,” I glanced at Ellen and she smiled. “I truly think since Derek died, she’s a better character in general. I love Jo, oh Amelia, she’s the best. Alex is one of my favorites too, along with Bailey. I can’t choose!” I sighed and shook my head. “Do you watch the show often?” Asked James. “Oh yeah. Very often. Actually, I made my girlfriend watch it with me, so we started at the beginning,” I said, already nervous about what was coming now that I mentioned Scarlett. James saw the opportunity and with a smile, he started talking. “Now that you’ve mentioned, you just went public with your girlfriend who’s none other than Scarlett Johansson,” he said and the crowd erupted in cheers and I just shyly smiled. “I was genuinely surprised when I saw your post. I haven’t heard any rumors or that kind of talk around the two of you,” he said. “That was a struggle, believe me,” I chuckled, and then so did the crowd. “We did our very best to lay low at all times. And we just shot Jojo Rabbit so it was very important for us not to look like we’re just trying to promote the movie, so we just laid low for a while now.” “But you’re happy?” Asked James and I smiled very widely just knowing how happy I actually am. “I can’t even describe how happy I am. It just feels… right,” I explained even though I could barely put my feelings into words.

***

“Please water them Scar, they're gonna die if you don’t,” I basically whined as she helped me move my suitcases into the car outside. “I will water your plants every day,” she let the suitcase over to my driver who put it in the truck. “Thank you,” I said and he sat behind the wheel. “Have fun and text me when you can. I’ll bring Rose when I can,” Scarlett took my hands. Smiling cutely. “I will. I’ll miss you but it’s gonna be fun when I come home,” I smiled and she nodded. “It sure will.” “Okay, I need to leave. I love you,” I gave her a long kiss before pulling her in a hug. “I love you too.”

I got into the car and we made our way to the airport where I got on the plane and took off to Massachusetts.

On the plane I’ve read the script multiple times, memorizing my bigger parts.

When I touched down I checked into the hotel and because we have a tight schedule, the table read was just 2 hours after my landing.

Getting all my essentials for the rest of the day and I was at the office in no time.

I don’t think I’ve ever been so comfortable going into a new project. I’ve worked with the director before, I’ll have Flo there and Timmy, and the only thing I was nervous about is Meryl Streep. I don’t think I need to explain that.

I walked into the room and I spotted Florence right away, who was speaking to Emma Watson and Eliza Scanlen. There was Greta Gerwig at the front table talking with probably the producers. I didn’t see Timothée anywhere so I quickly texted him but then I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder. I turned around and I was faced with the icon herself, Meryl Streep. “I didn’t mean to scare you, sorry. I just wanted to say hi, before we start,” she said and I was just standing there, my mouth dry. The next thing I know something just hit me in the back. Like a crumpled piece of paper. Quickly cleaned my throat and answered. “Sorry,” I chuckled. “It’s so nice to meet you. I’m such a big fan of yours, but I’m sure you get this from everyone,” I mumbled, trying to not faint. “Oh well, it’s not the same from everyone, so thank you. But, I must say I’m also a fan of your work. Red Sparrow was amazing,” said MERYL STREEP. I can’t wait to tell my dad about this. “Wow, uhm… thank you so much. It means a lot,” I smiled and with a hand on my shoulder once again she stepped away and went over to Greta. Timmy literally jumped to my side and I’m sure he heard everything because he had a big smile on his face, his eyebrows almost meeting with his hairline from the excitement. “That was siiick,” he whisper-yelled and shook me by the shoulders. “I just can’t believe that happened,” I said. I spoke with everyone a little, and I was really excited about this movie.

After we all got our seats, Greta spoke a few words and we started.

We had such a great time. Everyone was laughing and when something emotional happened we all paid attention to those who were in the scene.

Around 8 pm we finished and it was amazing. We all had great chemistry with each other so I think this is gonna work out really well.

“Do you guys want to go have dinner? I know a great place,” I suggested and most of them accepted the invite.

Timothée, Florence and I got into one car and Emma, Eliza, James and Laura into the other one. Laura needed a little convincing to tag along because she said “I’m too old to go with all of you”, but she’s way too cool not to come with us.

We all fell into conversation pretty quickly as we got to the restaurant. Everyone was talking to someone and I think everyone felt comfortable with one another. “So you get to experience both Noah and Greta’s directing methods, that must be interesting,” I said to Laura who was sitting next to me. “Yeah, it’s so fun. Both of them are so different but I’m sure they’ll have some similarities.” “You guys shot the whole of Marriage Story on film, right?” “Yes, but I’m sure Scarlett told you all about it,” she smiled cheekily. I smiled shyly and nodded. “She did, yeah. I love the story so much, it’s just so full of love and your character just seems so fun and cool,” I said. “It is an amazing story. Noah did such a great job with the script. But let’s not talk about work in off time too, I could barely get Scarlett away from her phone while working,” she bumped her shoulder to mine and I just smiled. “I uhm… we talked a lot that time yeah,” I said and Laura smiled knowingly. “Ah well her smile was different. She was happy and glowing. I think you surprised everyone, but I could tell it’s genuine. I’m glad you have each other.”

***

“Hello?” Heard the voice over the phone. “Scarlett? Baby, hi,” I mumbled as I saw her beautiful face on the screen. “Okay, you’re drunk. First day went well then,” she chuckled adorably. “It was so fun! Oh my God, Meryl Streep is amazing. She said Red Sparrow was amazing. Funny because I’m naked in that one,” I said while taking my dress off, but I accidentally stumbled onto the couch. “Careful there.” “I’m fine,” I threw the dress on the floor and made my way to the bed. “Take off your makeup before you go to bed, baby,” said Scarlett over the phone. “I don’t want to though,” I whined as I sat on the fluffy bed. “You’ll thank me tomorrow.” “Fine,” I sighed and moved to the bathroom. “How was your day?” I mumbled as I fidgeted with my skincare bag. “It was good. We had some reshoots for Endgame so it was fun,” she said. “Oh don’t tell me any spoilers or I’m gonna cry,” I started to take my makeup off. “I won’t, I won’t. I think you’re gonna like it though.” “Yeah? I’m sure you’ll look hot in it so I’m not worried,” I smirked at the screen and she just laughed. “I’ve never seen you this drunk before, how much did you have?” “Just a couple glasses to be honest,” I shrugged. “Aha, I’m not so sure about that.” “I’m telling you, it wasn’t a lot.” “If I text Laura, are you sure she’s gonna say the same thing?” I glanced down at the phone and a smile pulled on my lips. “No.” “Yeah, that’s what I thought, but I’m glad you’re already having fun. I’m sure it’s gonna be a great shoot.” “Oh my god, yeeees. I love everyone so much,” I threw the makeup wipes in the trash and rinsed my face with cold water before going back to the bedroom. “Take a painkiller in case this all goes to hell. And drink a lot of water.” “I’ve been drunk before, I know how this works Mom,” I chuckled. “I just want to make sure you’re okay, baby.” “I know, I know. Thank you for that,” I blew a kiss towards the screen. “Always. What’s the plan tomorrow?” She asked. As I could see, she was just lying in bed with glasses and a big sweatshirt on. The TV reflected from her glasses making it a bit difficult to see her eyes. “Rehearsals for the next week and just after that we start shooting. But I can’t waaaait, I’m so excited for this one. I just know that it’s gonna be so so good and fun,” I laid down in bed and pulled the covers up to my chin. “I’m excited for you and to see it. Have you done a period movie yet, I don’t think so, right?” “Not this old, no. The latest was the Gatsby I think,” I yawned while trying hard to focus on the conversation. “You should go to bed, Y/n,” Scarlett said as she got up from her bed. “I really should but I love talking to my girlfriend, she’s kinda fun you know,” I rolled over to my stomach, trying to get comfortable. “Yeah? Well, your girlfriend is not going anywhere so you can speak to her whenever you’re free.” “I know,” I said slowly, just looking at the screen and admiring how amazing she was. “I love you,” I said, still feeling the booze. “I love you too, you drunk. Go to bed, honey. Text me when you wake up, okay?” She said softly with the cutest smile on her face. “I will. I love you.” “I love you too, sleep well.” “You too.”

***

All the cast members filled up the room as we were waiting for Greta. Florence on my right side and Timothée on the left. Sunglasses on both of their faces, sliding off their chairs, heads tilted back. “How are you not dead?” Murmured Timmy as he pulled the hood of his sweater over his head. “I have an amazing girlfriend who takes care of me. And you crazy people just downed every glass you found on the table,” I gave him a bottle of water. “Thanks.”

“Alright everybody, I hope you had a good night's sleep. Today is like to go through some of the bigger monologues so we can work on those if it’s necessary,” Greta explained and as I looked at my friends, I quietly chuckled. “Today’s gonna be fun.”

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I Hate Your Friends

Tenzo x Reader

Synopsis: Tenzo had decided long ago that he hated your friends as they always put negative thoughts in your head. But this time they had gone too far.

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Springtime was always your favorite season for many reasons. The weather was nicer and the people were happier, but your favorite part was the napping. You didn't know why, but taking a nap in the afternoon with open windows made you feel serene.

You were lucky that Tenzo felt the same.

The sound of a mother scolding her child in the market below your apartment woke you first, eyes opening slowly as you took in the afternoon glow of your room. The weather had gone from hot to cool within hours, but you weren't complaining. It gave you an excuse to cuddle deeper into his arm.

You let out a soft sigh as you tried to fall back asleep, but it was no use. More commotion from the market below floated through the air, making it difficult to fall asleep. Part of you envied Tenzo for being able to sleep through it, but on the other hand, it allowed you to admire him.

Pulling your face from his bicep, you let your eyes travel to where the tattoo resided. It was just red ink in a swirl shape, nothing special. But it meant more to you. Safety. Security. Home. Tenzo knew you loved it but didn't understand why, even though you've told him the reasons a million times before. He argued that the mask should bring you comfort, not the tattoo. And while he was right, he was wrong about one thing.

He'd remove the mask around you, but the tattoo - his strength - would remain. He would always protect you, keep you safe. Therefore, you loved the red ink more than you probably should. Your finger rose to the tattoo, eyes twinkling as you traced it repeatedly. You had become so entranced with it that you didn't even realize he had woken up. "Sometimes I wonder if you love that thing more than you love me."

You gasped, hand flying to your chest as you faked being hurt. "How dare you accuse me of such a thing!!" Tenzos lazy smirk made your heart skip a beat as he rubbed at his tired eyes, "I feel like you'd marry the tattoo but not me-"

"We both know that isn't true" Your whisper made him freeze, and he was thankful his hand covered most of his face. Meanwhile, you held your breath, waiting for him to acknowledge it. You had been with each other for years, and your friends were getting anxious that he had not once talked about marriage.

"I don't think he likes you, Y/n."

"Ya. Part of me is concerned that he's just using you!"

"You deserve better. You deserve someone who wants to marry you."

They were all cruel things to say, but you somewhat understood their point of view. What was taking him so long? Wasn't five years of dating long enough to begin discussing marriage? Your sigh seemed to jolt him from his shock as you exited the bed. Your face was full of pain and betrayal as if he had stabbed you in the heart.

"Y/n-"

"Are you not interested in marriage? Because if not, tell me. I can't keep listening to my friends go on and on about how they're married, and I'm not, despite us being together the longest of the bunch" Tenzo was feeling mixed emotions at your words. He was happy you were bringing it up, but he was sad you felt this way. He sat up in the bed to face you better. "Of course I'm interested in marriage-"

"Just not with me?"

Tenzo sighed, eyebrows crinkling together as he rubbed at his face in anger. Your friends were the worst, he had decided that long ago, but he hated them a little extra right now for putting these negative thoughts in your head. Real friends don't make you question things like this. Real friends reassure and point out instances that would counter those negative thoughts.

"Yes, with you. Why in the world would it not be with you?"

"I don't know, you seem pretty reluctant to me. Five years is a long time!"

"Y/n"

"I mean, come on. You could bring it up occasionally, make me feel wanted."

Tenzo's heart seemed to stop at your defeated tone. He let his eyes drift to the dresser. "Swear to God I'm going to kill your friends someday," he muttered as he moved from the bed to the dresser. You gasped at his statement, storming after him and angrily shouting for him to take back that statement. The drawer opened, and he rummaged through it. You didn't quite understand what he was doing, but the action made your anger disappear quickly—worries of him running away from you filling your body with an unbearable dread.

"Wait, wait, don't leave." Your fingers gripped him tightly, hands shaking as you realized that pushing him away wasn't the answer. Maybe he wasn't ready. Perhaps you had to be patient. From birth, he was trained to be a killer, a machine. He didn't know love when you met. You had to show him, teach him.

Marriage was a scary thing.

Tenzo let out a chuckle. Leave you? Why the hell would he do such a thing? He smiled when he finally managed to find what he was looking for. Pulling you off of him, he turned around to get a better look at you. Your eyes were wide with panic, and your lip was pulled between your teeth as you fought your gnawing anxiety. The sight was heartbreaking.

"I hate your friends."

They instilled this fear and doubt in your mind that he didn't love you and especially didn't want to marry you. They were lies. Tenzo nervously rubbed the box in his hand, and he suddenly grew shy. The blush started at his neck before it climbed to his cheeks. He has had this ring for three years now. He just never found the right time to ask you. Even now, it didn't feel like the right time to ask you. "Tenzo," your whisper was light and airy as you finally let your eyes drift to his fidgeting hands. He inhaled sharply as his gaze dropped to his hands, "I've, um, had this for a couple of years now. I just never found the right moment to ask"

He didn't look at you. Couldn't look at you. But he didn't miss the way your body relaxed in front of him. Shame started to eat you alive, hating that you listened to your friends about something they didn't know about. They didn't know the 3 AM talks when he'd get back from a mission, and he had to know how your day was. They didn't see how he held you close to help you fall asleep or how you rarely slept when he was gone. They never saw the loving gazes, heated kisses, and bone-crushing hugs.

They didn't know, but you did.

"I'm so sorry."

Tenzo sighed as you uttered those words. You didn't have to be sorry. In a way, your friends were right. He should have done this years ago. Silence fell between you both, and shameful tears fell down your face. After what you just did, you didn't think you even deserved to marry him. "Will you-"

"I don't know if I deserve you anymore."

He gripped the box at your words, fear shooting through him as you backed away. Your eyes were wide with panic, and only then did he notice you were crying. For every step you took away from him, he took two towards you. "Hey. Don't say that."

"I mean. I believed my friends over you. You deserve someone better. Someone more stable."

Tenzo shook his head at that as the grip on the box tightened, "I don't want anyone else, Y/n. I want you" he finally grabbed your wrist, stopping your retreat before you managed to run away from him. You didn't fight him off of you, you didn't have the energy to. He didn't know the right words even though Kakashi has coached him on this a million times, so he opted to place the box in your hand without another word.

You just stared at it. Not entirely processing that he was silently asking you to take it and be his forever. He let out a frustrated huff at your reluctance, this was not the perfect moment at all. But he needed you to know that he only wanted you, only needed you.

"Will you please marry me?"

Your e/c eyes flicked up to his dark ones. You should be happy. Should be overjoyed that you were getting what you wanted. But all you felt was sadness. "Tenzo I don't think-" His lips slammed against yours as he dragged you into his chest, tired of you acting like you weren't deserving of this. Like you weren't the most important thing to him.

The box fell from your fingers so you could grip onto him for support. His hold on you was tight as if you were going to float away if he wasn't careful. You pulled back for air, chest heaving as you tried to catch you breath "Tenzo-"

"The only word I want to hear from your mouth is 'yes'. Is that clear?"

Your eyes widened at the annoyance laced within his words. You knew he wasn't annoyed with you, he was just mad at your friends. You let out a sigh, mentally making a note to stop talking to your "friends" for their sake. Your eyes drifted to the box on the ground. It had opened upon impact with the floor and the ring laid haphazardly next to it. You smiled softly at it before dropping down to grab it, "Sorry I dropped it-"

"What did I say about saying anything other than-"

"Ya. Ya, I know. Sorry,'' you teased before standing up once more. Tenzo watched with bated breath as you examined the diamond in the afternoon sun. You slipped it onto your finger; it was beautiful and perfect. You took too long apparently as he pulled you to him, trying to encourage you to say that one word he wanted to hear. Your giggle filled the room as you rested your head on his chest, eyes watching dreamily as the light bounced off the diamond.

"Y/n"

"Yes, Tenzo. I'll marry you"

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