#[ sorry for the wait that some of y’all have had shits been crazy ]

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ooc. I cant wait for my weekend tomorrow

[azzishands]

Fan of a fan - Chapter thirteen

Paige x Azzi

Warnings: Mature content

A/N: Last chapter, let's go! I'm sorry if this is under expectations, but it was hard to write it because it kinda felt like it had already ended in a way? But I hope it gives some kind of feeling of closure at least. (I've already begun writing the next fic, which is also why I've had less inspiration to write this chapter. Can't wait to share it with y'all later!)

Masterlist

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The first test of their reconciliation came immediately. 

Of course the video of Paige Bueckers staring right at Azzi Fudd as the curtains closed after an epic performance of Iris went viral. It looked like a scene straight out of a movie. 

Paige, looking like the bittersweet song in human form, just standing on stage, looking at Azzi, while everyone else was looking at Paige, while the whole venue of A-list celebrities were erupting in praise.

People were making reaction videos on youtube and tiktok and wrote long think-pieces on twitter. Fanfictions were starting to overflow on every platform about that very moment. 

‘If this isn’t a confirmation that the two did in fact date years ago, I don’t know what is’, one hit-tweet said. 

Another said: ‘I KNEW THE MAKEOUT PICTURES OF THEM YEARS AGO WASN’T MADE UP IN MY MIND’

The internet loved it. They loved them. 

Except Paige’s fans.

‘Thought we were done with this’, one tweet said with an eye-roll emoji. 

‘Please, Paige was just nervous and needed to look at a familiar face in the crowd, it’s not that deep,’

‘Nah, that should be me’, and so on. 

Azzi had seen those comments, and had rolled her eyes at them by instinct. But it wasn’t comparable to the amount of supportive comments about the two. Her dm:s were filled with people reaching out, being nosy, being supportive, wanting to interview her about it. 

All of her friends had sent several videos and pictures of the captured moment. 

Storm Reid: ‘Girl, if y’all don’t get together already, I don’t know what’

Auli’i Cravalho: ‘This is some movietype shit’ 

Ayo Edebiri: ‘PLEASE’

Never before had she been showered with people actually rooting for them so loudly like this. And it was the same for Paige. 

“Our A&R just wrote me a long message about how she hopes we find our way back to each other,” Paige chuckled and showed Azzi, who was lounging on her couch. 

“That’s cute,” Azzi cooed. “I just got this DM from someone telling me how much seeing that video helped them come out, and that’s just crazy. In a good way.”

The two women were in Azzi’s apartment. The plan was to go on a date in the evening, but Paige had insisted on hanging out with Azzi before the date, because she couldn’t wait to get to see her. 

It had been a couple days after the Academy Awards, and the attention the video was bringing them made Azzi a bit hesitant about actually going out at a public place for their first date. Mostly because she didn’t want to rush Paige into being comfortable with it. 

“You know, we don’t have to go out tonight. We can stay in, if that would be… better,” Azzi said carefully as Paige plumped down on the couch next to her. 

“I know,” Paige simply shrugged. “But I really want to go out with you.”

“You sure?” Azzi didn’t mean to sound like she was constantly testing Paige’s feelings, but she just wanted to make sure that Paige didn’t push herself too hard for Azzi’s sake. 

“Yeah. I might be a bit nervous, but that’s just because I’m going on a date with you,” Paige looked at her all serious. 

Azzi just snorted and playfully shoved Paige’s shoulder. 

Few hours later, Azzi was in her bedroom getting dressed when she heard knocking on her door. 

“Paige, can you get that?” she shouted, not wearing any pants. 

No answer. 

“Paige?” she called out again, but to no avail. 

She frowned at the silence and hurriedly got dressed to go open the door. 

“Wha-” Azzi stammered when she opened the door and found Paige on the other side, with a whole different outfit on than just a couple minutes earlier. It was a light blue button up shirt with some loose suit pants and her hair in a slick low bun. 

“Did you just change clothes?” Azzi laughed at the randomness of it all. 

“I’m gonna ignore that question,” Paige just said. “You look lovely tonight.”

“Oh, thank you,” Azzi smiled. “You too.” 

“I got a cab waiting for us outside,” Paige said and offered her arm to Azzi. 

“Aw, so we’re not spending the whole night driving around in circles this time?” Azzi joked about Paige’s inability to listen to directions. 

“Maybe next date,” Paige teased. 

They exited the building and got into the cab. 

The restaurant Paige had chosen was fancy. And expensive. They didn’t have to wait for a table, Paige had already booked one. 

And Paige held Azzi’s hands through the whole walk from the cab to the restaurant, from the door to their table. 

At the table, Azzi felt people’s stares, heard their murmuring and saw how they pointed their fingers towards them. She glanced at the blonde woman a bit nervously, and Paige glanced back, smiling. 

“You want to order some wine?” Paige asked.

Azzi cleared her throat. “Uh, sure.”

The waiter arrived at their table and the two women ordered their wine and food. Just when the waiter came back with a bottle of wine, two young men came up to their table. 

“Excuse me, I don’t want to bother you guys, but could we maybe get a picture with you?” one of the guys asked and looked at the two women. 

“Of course,” Paige automatically answered. 

The men hunched down and took a selfie with the two celebrities, gave their thanks and then left. 

This caught the attention of the people around them in the restaurant, and suddenly, they could sense a shift in the air much more than before. 

Paige knew that the photos would be posted. She knew that people were gonna be able to tell that she and Azzi were on a date. It made her heart rate go up, but she didn’t know if it was out of terror or excitement yet, and that was a good sign. 

“Hi, sorry,” a young woman approached them shortly after. “I just wanted to say that I’m such a big fan of you, Paige. You’re literally my biggest role model, and I adore the way you make music. Could I just ask you a quick question about your writing process?”

The woman was basically eating Paige up with her eyes, and Azzi gulped, and took a sip of the wine to distract herself from accidentally visibly reacting to it. She knew better than to feel possessive over Paige in front of her fans. 

“I’m sorry, I’m on a date right now, so maybe another time,” Paige offered a friendly smile, and added when she saw the disappointed look on the fan’s face: “But we can take a quick picture if you’d like?”

“Thank you,” the fan nodded gratefully, and without any further instructions, just handed her phone to Azzi. 

“Oh,” Azzi expressed, surprised by the audacity, but didn’t complain. She opened the camera and started to snap pictures of Paige and the young woman smiling at her. 

“Make sure to get my good side, babe,” Paige smirked at Azzi, and Azzi almost dropped the phone in her lap. 

“I promise, baby”, Azzi quickly recovered and smiled brightly at the nickname. She snapped one or two more pictures and then gave back the phone to the fan, who murmured out a quick thank you before fleeing the scene. 

Azzi couldn’t help but blush at the fact that Paige had clearly said that to make a point. A possessive one. Right in front of a fan, before they even were officially together yet. She marveled at Paige’s courage for the simple gesture. 

“You… You’re really something,” Azzi shook her head in disbelief over the interaction. 

“I know, that’s why they want pictures,” Paige said playfully. 

The food was eventually brought in to the table, and Azzi and Paige had just taken another photo with some guests. Fortunately, the people around them seemed to have recognized that the two were trying to have a normal date night, and left them pretty much alone during the rest of their meal. 

The wine glasses were constantly filled, and both of the women felt the intoxication slightly grow to the perfect level of tipsy. Not that they needed it, because the conversation flowed naturally and every silence in between felt comfortable. 

It was a successful first date, to say the least. And when it was time to say goodnight, Paige followed Azzi up to her front door. 

But Azzi just opened the door and walked in. Paige stayed behind and didn’t step a foot inside. 

“You coming in?” Azzi asked. Assumed, rather. 

“I don’t know if I should,” Paige nervously chuckled. 

Azzi looked at her. “You scared?” she teased.

“A little,” Paige snorted, but Azzi could hear the sincerity in her tone. 

“What are you scared of?” Azzi gently asked. Paige still stood outside, not even inching a little closer to come inside. 

“Um… I just don’t want to rush things,” Paige said nervously. 

“For your sake or my sake?” Azzi questioned. 

“Our sake,” Paige answered. 

Azzi smiled with a nod. “Alright,” she said, and stepped outside her door and closed it behind her, joining Paige outside in the hall.

“Thank you for a lovely night,” the actress said sincerely and took a step forward towards the singer.

“Thank you for going with me,” Paige smiled, and took a small step back, visibly nervous. 

Azzi bit her lip and snaked her index fingers in Paige’s belt loops on her pants and pulled her closer, their bodies suddenly being flushed together. 

“You’re allowed to touch me, you know,” Azzi warmly flashed a seemingly innocent smile, but the tone sounded anything but innocent.

Paige hesitantly placed her hands on Azzi’s sides, trying to ground herself. She was already feeling a bit dizzy from the wine, and Azzi’s sudden proximity didn’t help. 

“I just don’t know if I can stop if I do,” Paige exhaled, seemingly breathless. 

“Let’s find out,” Azzi said, before leaning in slowly, ghosting her lips on Paige’s. She stroked her nose against Paige’s, not giving her what she wanted just yet. 

Paige was breathing heavily now, just waiting for Azzi to take the next step. 

At last, she felt the younger one lean in, and Paige closed her eyes. But Azzi just lightly, barely, pressed her lips on Paige’s, and then pulled back again.

“Good night, Paige,” Azzi smirked as Paige’s eyes fluttered open, and went back inside her apartment. Paige heard Azzi lock the door from the inside. 

“You’re a fucking menace!” Paige said loudly outside the door, feeling all flustered by the sudden abruption, and heard Azzi laugh as a response from the inside. 

“Not my fault, Bueckers,” Azzi yelled back.

Paige just exhaled and gave a short laugh, trying to stop her cheeks from burning. 

“Until next time, Fudd.”

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May 2027 

Paige and Azzi had been going out on several dates, met hundreds of fans together, hung out with their mutual friends and Azzi had even flown to Minnesota and visited Paige and her dad again. 

But during this whole period of time, they had never done anything more than kissed. Paige always stayed in a hotel in LA, and Azzi did the same in Minnesota. 

How they managed to keep their hands to themselves was miraculous. Azzi didn’t want to rush Paige, and Paige didn’t want to rush Azzi. 

But one afternoon in Azzi’s apartment, she had had enough.

Paige was working out in Azzi’s living room on a yoga mat and was wearing nothing but a sports bra and boxers. Azzi had been out shopping groceries when she stepped inside her apartment and saw the other woman all sweaty and half naked. 

“Oh wow,” she unashamedly marveled at the sight. 

“Sorry, I’m almost done,” Paige said and continued doing some sit ups. 

Azzi hurriedly put the groceries away, to then return back to the living room to just admire the view. 

“You just gonna watch me workout?” Paige teased in the middle of the motion.

“Yup,” Azzi nodded and sat down on the couch. 

She looked at Paige’s stomach, her abs flexing with every movement, her sweat trickling down her neck further down into her bra. Azzi swallowed. She just wanted to lick it up. 

“Okay, now I’m done,” Paige panted as she laid with her back on the yoga mat, trying to catch her breath. 

Azzi rose from the couch and approached the woman on the floor. She knelt down in front of Paige and gently spread her legs and inched forward. Paige just looked at her, not daring to move. The actress leaned forward and crawled over the blonde until she was right above. 

The last weeks had been torture for Azzi. Being on dates with Paige, kissing her, hugging her, touching her, but not having sex with her, it had driven her mad. Because suddenly everything the blonde one was doing was turning her on to the point where she felt like she had to lock her in the bathroom to finish herself. 

But not this time. This time, it was just too much. Paige on her living room floor, sweating, panting, abs flexing… 

Azzi let one of her hands land on Paige’s damp stomach, caressing her abs, moving up over her bra in a swift motion. 

“Hm,” Paige hummed and her hips slightly jerked up. “You’re really doing this?”

“You want me to stop?” Azzi asked, and removed her hand. 

“No no no,” Paige quickly replied, immediately grabbing her hand to be touched again. 

Azzi smirked and leaned her head down to kiss Paige. But right before their lips touched, Azzi whispered:

“I can’t wait to fuck you.”

Paige squirmed underneath her, and responded by grabbing the back of Azzi’s head, pulling her in for the kiss. 

There was nothing gentle in the way that Azzi’s lips crashed into Paige’s. It was as if all pent up tension was about to explode right then and there, just eagerly chasing an outlet. Tongues were already roaming each other's mouths, hands were going up and down their bodies and Paige had no time to catch her breath from her workout before she entered a new one. 

Azzi broke the heated kiss and started to place messy wet kisses along Paige’s jaw down to her throat. She sucked the skin right on her pulse point roughly, and Paige gasped from the sensation. 

“Missed this so much,” Azzi murmured against her skin and continued further down. She didn’t even bother to take Paige’s bra off, she just pushed it up, revealing her pink nipples. Before Paige could tell Azzi how much she missed her back, Azzi leaned down and took one of her nipples into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it.

“God,” Paige arched her back into Azzi. It felt like it was the first time, and her body was reacting to every little touch Azzi was giving. It was as if it was oversensitive by anticipation.

Azzi sucked, bit, licked roughly down to the boxers, leaving several marks on Paige’s stomach. She looked at her work, smiled, and deemed it a masterpiece. Paige looked at her with hazy eyes, but Azzi saw the uncertainty in them.

“You okay?” she asked, rubbing her hands up and down Paige’s thighs. 

“Yeah, yeah, I’m just… It’s just been a while,” she nervously chuckled. 

“Hey, it’s just me,” Azzi smiled and gave her upper thigh a peck. 

“That’s the problem,” Paige said after a sharp inhale from having Azzi’s face so close to her center. 

“You want me to stop or keep going?” Azzi sincerely asked. 

“God, I want you to keep going,” Paige exhaled and nodded. “I need you to.”

“Yeah, I can see that,” Azzi playfully teased as she saw the dark patch between Paige’s legs. 

Azzi gently hooked her fingers beneath the hem of Paige’s boxers and pulled them off. She was on her knees between the singer's legs, taking in the view in front of her. 

“You’re so so pretty,” she marveled and let her hands stroke Paige’s hips down to her thighs, teasingly letting her thumbs rub the upper inner parts. Paige squirmed by every touch. It seemed like her body was reacting before her mind could even register what was being touched. 

At last, Azzi let her thumb stroke over the wetness between Paige’s legs, and moved it up to her clit and gently started to rub slow circles. Paige groaned and her hips instantly jerked up at the contact. Azzi bit her lip and smiled at the face Paige was making. She already looked like a mess. Her hair was sprawled behind her head, and her bottom lip red from biting it so hard. That in combination with all the hickeys on her stomach, she looked gorgeous. 

“Mhm,” Azzi hummed contentedly. “I’m gonna take it slow with you and enjoy my view.”

“Since when do you take things slow?” Paige groaned, being driven mad by the slow tempo of Azzi’s thumb on her clit. 

“Just want to have you for as long as I can,” Azzi leaned down and hovered above the blonde, letting her lips ghost over her ear. 

Paige whimpered in response, grinding her hips against Azzi’s thumb to try and get more friction and pressure. But Azzi just put her other palm on her stomach and pushed her down, refusing her to contribute to her own pleasure. 

She leaned back and sat on her knees again, and said: “Stay still for me.”

Paige whined in frustration but tried to oblige. 

Azzi removed her thumb from Paige’s clit and slid her index and middle finger into her own mouth. Sucking them and licking them as if it was something else, while staring at Paige, who looked at her with hooded eyes. She gave her a show.

Paige felt her lower stomach tighten, and she gasped when Azzi moved her fingers to her core and slid them inside her. 

“Shit, Azzi,” she moaned and fluttered her eyes closed. 

Azzi meant what she said, and moved her fingers in and out of the singer in a tantalizingly slow tempo, while curling them up just the way she knew Paige liked. Her hand was palming Paige’s lower stomach, gently pressing down. 

“Please,” Paige whined at the pleasure, but wanted more. 

Azzi returned her thumb on Paige’s clit and kept on circling it slowly, softly, while still steadily pumping in and out of her. 

“You want me to fuck you harder, Paige?” Azzi asked.

“Yes,” Paige exhaled. 

“Mmm, you feel so good on my fingers,” Azzi praised her. “Missed fucking you like this baby.”

Paige groaned loudly at the words, and gasped when Azzi finally pushed into her harder. But she didn’t increase the speed just yet, still fucking her slowly. 

Even so, Paige felt her high come closer and closer. Azzi could tell by the way Paige’s breathing started to become more and more ragged. 

“You close?” Azzi asked with that honey smooth voice. 

“Yeah,” Paige whimpered out. 

“Don’t come yet,” Azzi said with a demanding tone. “Let me fuck you a little longer.”

“But…” Paige whined. “I’m not gonna be able to-”

“-Yes you are,” Azzi protested. 

And Paige moaned at Azzi’s interjection and felt her body start to tense up from trying to hold on. Her body was begging for her to relax and just come undone, but she did everything she could to postpone it, obeying Azzi’s request. Instead, moans and broken cries of Azzi’s name were slipping out of her mouth, repeated like a prayer. 

“You’re doing so good for me, baby,” Azzi praised her and let her other hand stroke Paige’s cheek. 

And Paige whimpered in response to the praise. 

But there was really nothing Paige could do the moment Azzi leaned down and let her tongue massage her clit. Her hand flew to the back of Azzi’s head, holding on for dear life, trying to get some sense of control in her very weak position of control. 

“Fuck baby, I’m gonna-” she didn’t even finish the sentence before her body compulsively started to twitch, the wave of her orgasm crashing down on her. She let out a guttural moan followed by a loud exclamation of the actress’ name. 

Azzi just kept on licking her, feeling Paige’s walls pulsate and clench around her fingers. When she felt Paige coming down from her high, she gently removed her fingers and started to clean her up with her tongue.

“You taste even better than I remember,” Azzi moaned against Paige’s center, licking up the cum from her pussy, swallowing like she was starving. 

Paige whimpered and pushed Azzi’s head away from between her legs out of reflex by being too sensitive. 

Azzi laid down next to Paige and brushed Paige’s sweaty hair away from her forehead. She leaned forward and planted a gentle kiss on Paige’s lips that tasted like the singer. Paige was unable to move and just laid there, still coming down from her high. 

“How exactly did you expect me to not come when you move your tongue on me like that?” Paige asked once she had caught her breath and turned her head to look at Azzi with heart-eyes. 

Azzi cracked a smile and snorted. 

“This your way of saying I’m good?” Azzi licked her lips. 

“This is my way of saying you’re unreasonable,” Paige countered. 

“Nah, you’re just too needy,” Azzi teased and placed her hand on Paige’s thigh again, grabbing the flesh beneath her fingers harshly. Paige slightly flinched by the contact and bit her lip from trying not to moan. 

“And desperate,” Azzi continued and let her fingers once again touch Paige’s center, feeling her wetness.

“And wet,” she whispered and let her fingers softly graze the wetness, before fully pushing her fingers in again. Paige moaned loudly and automatically spread her legs further, giving Azzi easier access.

“And so, so, fucked,” Azzi let out a low laugh at how fast Paige was ready to go again. 

Paige was gonna have the workout of a lifetime. 

Azzi was gonna make sure of that. 

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March 2031

It had been a while, but the sound of multiple camera shutters going off still felt familiar. Azzi hadn’t been on a red carpet for approximately two years, but it felt like she had never left. 

Paige on the other hand hadn’t been on a red carpet for over three years. The Huskies had reached a certain level of fame where she got privileged enough to pick and choose her public appearances without it negatively affecting her career, so she usually let the other Huskies go on these kinds of carpets by themselves, while she was at home with Azzi. 

She was still making music, she was still playing concerts and touring, but she was not putting herself out there in any way that did not serve her purposes. So if you wanted to see the Paige Bueckers? Then you had to go to one of The Huskies concerts. 

That’s why it felt so strange to be back to this kind of scene. But it was an important night for Azzi, and so it was an important night for Paige.��

Azzi belonged on the red carpet. Everyone could see that. Her elegant black gown hugging her figure with Paige’s black suit complimented her outfit like jewelry around her neck. 

They moved down the carpet together, always by each other's side, always holding hands, only being the most present with each other. 

“AZZI! PAIGE! OVER HERE!” The photographers were yelling loudly, but they only looked at one another, reassuringly with big smiles on their faces as if they couldn’t hear. 

Later down the carpet, they got tracked down by an interviewer to do a short video interview, which they agreed to. The woman with the microphone expressed her gratitude for taking time to let her ask a few questions before getting into it.

“Azzi Fudd and Paige Bueckers, welcome to the 103rd Academy Awards. Azzi, you’re nominated for best actress tonight for the movie In Another Life, how does it feel?” A very basic first question, but Azzi welcomed it with open arms as she liked the easy ones.

“It feels amazing, no matter win or lose, I’m extremely grateful just to be here and be in the presence of my peers,” Azzi answered. 

“Amazing. Paige, how’s your feeling about Azzi’s nomination?”

Paige cleared her throat and leaned forward to the microphone. “Oh, everyone should know by now that I have been Azzi’s number one fan since before I even knew her, and I’m extremely proud of her every single day, seeing how much work she puts in and how she always manages to exceed expectations as a wonderful actress and person. And objectively, I think she should win tonight,” she flashed one of those infamous smirks only Paige Bueckers could give. 

“Love it,” the woman chuckled. “And you two actually have some history with the Academy Awards. Paige, the last time you attended, you did an iconic performance from your soundtrack and The Goo Goo Dolls Iris. This led to a viral clip of the two of you, sharing an intense sort of staring contest. The internet has been speculating ever since. Do you wanna share with us what really went down?”

Azzi looked at Paige with raised eyebrows and a smirk, like she was daring her to answer. 

“Well,” Paige started, and immediately felt her cheeks start to heat. “Long story short, it was the moment I got the love of my life back.”

The eyes on the woman went wide, and Paige nervously chuckled at the reaction. 

“Wow, that had got to be one of the most romantic things to ever come out of the Awards,” she stated and looked in awe at the two. “And now you are here together. Can we expect another viral moment from you guys tonight?”

“No no,” Azzi laughed. “I think we’ve had enough viral moments.”

“Alright, well good luck tonight Azzi, and enjoy the night both of you!” The interviewer wrapped up the conversation. 

They walked together into the theatre where the awards were being held and sat down, waiting for it to begin. 

Azzi looked over at Paige and gave her a kiss on the cheek. 

“I appreciate you being here with me tonight, even though I know you would rather stay at home with the dogs,” she said teasingly. 

“Of course, you’re my number one dog,” Paige shrugged and Azzi slapped her shoulder with a snort. 

“You’re so annoying,” Azzi stated with a big smile. 

“You know I wouldn’t miss this night for the world,” Paige offered sincerely. 

Azzi was unexpectedly calm during the ceremony. Compared to the last time she was there, she somehow felt very relaxed. Until her category was up. 

“Oh my God, here we go,” she exhaled and Paige grabbed her hand comfortingly. 

“And the Oscar for best actress goes to…”

“...Azzi Fudd.”

Azzi let out a breath of surprise and looked at Paige like she couldn’t believe it. She looked like a question mark. The whole theatre erupted into applause and standing ovation. Whistles and praise were thrown at her from every distance.  

“Azzi, you won!” Paige stood up and helped Azzi up in the process. “You won, baby! Go get it, go get it!”

But the actress just threw herself at Paige who caught her, wrapped her arms around her and hugged her as tight as she could. 

“You did it, Azzi,” Paige said, and never let go of her. 

Azzi leaned back and smiled at Paige, before leaning in, kissing her softly. 

“Go now,” Paige laughed as they separated from each other and urged her to go up the stage that was waiting for her. 

Azzi looked all flustered as she walked up to the stage, her eyes still wide from sheer disbelief. The last year’s Oscar winner handed her the statuette, and Azzi felt the weight of it in her hands and in her heart. The celebratory music and the applause simmered down and suddenly, Azzi was expected to say something into the microphone right in front of her. 

“Wow, I, I have no words,” she started. “There’s not enough words that could ever make justice this incredible feeling that I’m feeling right now. But I just wanna say that all the nominees for this category were exceptional and all deserving of this award.”

She looked out on the crowd and acknowledged every single one of her fellow nominees with her eyes.

“I just wanna give thanks to everyone who ever believed in me, invested in me and supported me. It really takes a village, and this award is for everyone that has helped me be the actress I am today. I wanna thank Caroline, Jesse, Helen, Marcus, Gregory, Vivienne and Lola for everything they have poured into me.”

She took a deep breath and looked at Paige. 

“And lastly, I wanna thank the Academy Awards for this award - but also for letting my amazing wife perform four years ago which was the moment I knew that it was for life. This is for my number one fan.”

She smiled at Paige in the crowd and raised the statuette up in the air, goofily pointing at it with her other hand. 

Paige threw her a kiss from the audience. 

Yeah, they were definitely gonna have another viral moment. 

THE END.

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[thegreatmousebafoon]

( y’all this is a long one- but trust me it’s worth it lol )

5 y/o Rosie ( in a strangers car ): You said my dads where at the hospital?

Kidnapper: Oh, yeah-… he was in a car accident. They just wanted me to take you home.

Rosie: right… and um, which one is it?

Kidnapper: um… the.. tall one. Your other dad is staying with him.

Rosie: hm, ok!… so, you drive a mini-van.

Kidnapper: uh.. yes? So?

Rosie: but you have no kids?

Kidnapper: …. No, I don’t- how did you-

Rosie: hm and no ring… can’t find a husband?

Kidnapper: Hey listen here you little-

Rosie: It’s probably because your well past your prime. I suggest some surgery. Not even working out or a touch if make up will help you-

Kidnapper: HEY- you- this is not worth it- I’m stopping the car- GET OUT!

Rosie: … I know what you’re trying to do.

Kidnapper: … what?

Rosie: We don’t have a car to get into an accident with and my dad, the taller one, thinks hospitals are a waste of time. My OTHER dad is a doctor, so if he was hurt he would probably take care of it.

Kidnapper: ok well… what are you gonna do about it? I’ve still got you.

Rosie: ( slowly hold up something in her hand )

Kidnapper: … you have a phone?

Rosie: No im too young for a phone, this is a pager.

Kidnapper: oh yeah? And who are you gonna page?

Rosie: my dads. About 45 seconds ago.

Kidnapper: …

Rosie: judging by your complete lack of skills, you where not hired by any of my parents various enemies, therefore you do not know who they are. I’ve been sending them Street names so they know where we are. I say you have about ( checks her hello kitty watch ) 15 seconds until they get here.

Kidnapper: …

Rosie: since we have some time, here are some critiques of your technique. First of all, actually do some research before you go into-

Kidnapper: you’re giving me advice? Shouldn’t you want to prevent me from doing this again-

Rosie: oh well, one of my dads, Sherlock Holmes by the way, in case you’ve heard of him, hasn’t had a case in a week and he’s just about lost his mind. If you where to manage getting out of this alive, I was hoping I’d have a case to give him, and I wanted you to make it interesting for him.

Kidnapper: … that’s… morbidly sweet.. I think?

Rosie: yeah, well, it’s kind of pointless now judging by the red dot on your head.

Kidnapper: Wha- ( turns around to see a laser pointed at their forehead ) … Oh shit-

Rosie: ( checks her watch again ) 20 seconds, they’re getting slow. By the way, my other dad, the shorter one, and the one that I’d guess is pointing the snipper at you right now, is a retired military veteran from Afghanistan, with nearly perfect aim. He has killed about-

Kidnapper: I THOUGHT YOU SAID HE WAS A DOCTOR-

Rosie: He had bad days. Ok! Byeee-

Kidnapper: Wait- if you knew what I was doing, why did you stay in the car?!

Rosie: I was really hoping you’d be able to get my dads out of the house. They’ve been driving me crazy. Sorry you where such a disappointment. Have fun in jail!

[adrienneleclerc]

Is it possible to request a Lando one were his girlfriend is a well known voice actress that does video games and anime?

Hello, I will TRY, sorry if this took me a while, if it’s short, and if you don’t like it, but I really hope you like it

Girlfriend Reveal

Pairing: Lando Norris x VA! Reader

Summary: Lando Norris fans lose their shit when they find out he’s dating Y/N L/N, the voice of Tohru Honda from Fruits Basket

Warning: spelling and grammatical errors

A/N: i had to google animes I knew and see if the years coincided, I did my research.

Lando and Y/N met when she was recording the voice of Black Cat in the new Spider Man 2 video game and he was helping design the black and neon yellow suit. They have been dating for a few months and Lando was streaming with Max.

“Oh fuck!” Lando screamed at his computer screen before there was a knock on his door. “Baby, come in, you don’t have to knock.” Y/N opened the door and walked through

“But You’re streaming, i didn’t want to interrupt. I bought us spring rolls and I got myself some seafood pho, which is delicious, might I add, I’ll be in the kitchen.” Y/N said before walking back out and that’s when his comment section went crazy with fans asking who was that.

“Oh, that was my girlfriend, she’s cute, isn’t she?” Lando asked the chat. “Let’s see what you guys are saying, ‘are you dating Y/N L/N?’ Yes, yes I am, our relationship is growing strong. ‘Did you know she’s a voice actress?’ Of course I knew, that’s how we met, she voices the black cat in the new Spider-Man video game. She’s very talented actually, it almost doesn’t sound like her.” Lando laughed at his little joke. “Um ‘where is she?’ She’s in the kitchen, eating her food. Baby, my fans want you, they keep asking questions about you.” Lando said.

“Let me eat my pho and I’ll come back with the spring rolls.” Y/N said. 30 minutes later, Y/N came back with a plate of spring rolls. “Hey, LN4 nation, how y’all doing?” Y/N asked the fans, while Y/N took over Lando’s stream, he was happily eating the spring rolls they ordered. “‘Am I working on anything new?’ Well not really, I haven’t been called to dub another anime, maybe they’re waiting until the anime is done shooting for me to dub, I don’t know. I could be part of a new animated Disney or Pixar movie, I don’t know.” Y/N kept reading the comments until she landed on.. “‘Can you say a line from Fruits Basket?’ Yeah, i Can do that, let me just.” Y/N cleared her throat. “Yeah, I totally Can, i just need to get better at the whole breathing part.” (I looked it up on TikTok) Lando out down the tray of spring rolls.

“My beautiful girlfriend, the voice of Tohru Honda.” Lando said clapping and imitating the cheer of the audience.

“Ha ha, thank you. It was very fun dubbing the voice of Tohru. Sorry to take the attention away from you, Lando.” Y/N apologized, kissing him. “Did you eat all the spring rolls?”

“Of course not, I left you like 7.” Lando said.

“Alright, I’ll just be right here.” Y/N said, sitting down on Lando’s bed to view his stream.

“I’m back you guys. Yes, I know, Y/N is amazing, I haven’t watched Fruits Basket but I will soon, when Y/N isn’t there, obviously.” Lando said, Y/N chuckled. “Well, darling, hope you’re happy, my fans like you more than me.”

“It’s not my fault your fans like anime.” Y/N commented

“I know, I know.” Lando replied.

“If it’s any consolation, I’m your biggest fan.” Y/N said.

“Thanks, darling.” Lando said before returning to his stream.

The End

Hope y’all liked it!

[st-osmanthus]

Excuse me, my ZoLu brainworm has not left chapter 1136. And I wrote 1,500 words today, after a long month of unable to write anything, so I deserve to have this rant, dammit!

Ahem. Buckle in. It’s a long one. (Sorry not sorry)

Y’all, look at our precious idiot, scaring giants right out the gate with his bloodlust. Missing one eye, hair standing up like a demon, dressed to the nines like a rogue Viking, drinking some high-grade giant liquor without getting drunk — just living the outlaw life. This is the wild beast of the Straw Hat Pirates. He’s unpredictable. He’ll strike fear into your soul. He cannot be tamed.

Oh, wait, did someone say “Sun God”? Now he’s intrigued. That sounds familiar. The bloodlust is gone. He ain’t here to scare anyone. He’s just gonna sit still and listen like a good boy for the next five pages. Please. Tell him more…

Don’t mind the swordsman. He’s just drinking quietly in his corner, listening to the chatter, saying nothing for FIVE WHOLE PAGES. He’s a bit of a loner, after all. He’s too cool to participate in these antics. Too cool for school (probably never had a geography lesson in his life). Too cool to care.

Except.. did they say “Shanks”? Did Luffy hear them say “Shanks”? THE Shanks?! The man Luffy has idolized his entire life. The one name that can make Luffy’s eyes glow simply from hearing it being spoken. Shanks might have been here recently?

Oh, you bet our green-haired guard dog is sitting up and paying attention. And he’s got OPINIONS.

This page… ZoLu truthers can (and should) write entire essays on this page. These are just my immediate thoughts.

First, I gotta know. Did Zoro drag Luffy away from the party? Did they sneak away together after sharing a knowing glance? Did Luffy run off to make water and Zoro took the chance to corner him for this discussion?

Regardless of how, they’re alone now, and Zoro is doing his first mate thing, having clocked his captain’s unusual behavior, which of course has him concerned. He can’t let some random giant take advantage of his trusting and naive captain.

He’s gotta play the devil’s advocate, gotta present a different perspective on the matter even if it means popping Luffy’s bubble. What I want to know is, does the Japanese version have the exclamation marks?!? That’s three sentences in a row punctuated with exclamation marks. Stephen Paul is one of the best manga translators in the game, and he wouldn’t add them if the original text didn’t call for them. That means: Zoro is losing his cool. He knows of all people, Shanks would make the perfect lure to get Luffy on board for some crazy shit. He needs to caution Luffy against falling into a possible trap.

It worked. Luffy has a healthy dose of skepticism now: “You think Loki doesn’t even know?!” Luffy’s mad. Aww. He’s probably disappointed. ☹️

………….

And what do ya know? ZORO BACKPEDALS!!!

“I’m just basing it on his reputation… I didn’t see the guy.”

Y’all! This man sees how disappointed his captain got when he played devil’s advocate and he immediately backs off and tries to find a middle ground. “Hey, no worries, maybe Loki isn’t a liar. The fuck do I know, Luffy, I wasn’t even there!”

Absolute marshmallow pushover fake-ass tough guy.

(I adore him.)

The culmination of all this? Zoro’s gonna do everything possible to make his captain happy while keeping him safe. You see, he will get the keys to Loki’s cuffs, and then together, they will decide if Loki’s a liar or not. Zoro isn’t going to stop Luffy from finding out more info on Shanks, not if there’s even the slightest possibility Loki was telling the truth, but he is also not letting Luffy do this alone. He doesn’t trust anyone else’s judgment either. So it’ll be him and Luffy, sharing one brain cell against the world. (Until Nami caught them, which, like, thank goodness lol.)

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This chapter contains everything I love about ZoLu: Guard dog behavior from Zoro; complete trust in Zoro from Luffy; hot-headed captain teaming together with not-really-aloof first mate; Zoro inserting himself so that Luffy can still go on as his goofy self. I love that they didn’t say shit to the rest of their crew, that they wanted to just GO and do their own thing for a little bit.

It reminds me of their mad dash to the plateau on Dressrosa, or them standing side by side facing down Aqua Laguna, or Zoro going with Luffy to Roof Piece. These instances show again and again that out of the entire crew, Zoro is the closest to being Luffy’s equal. And every time, Luffy is grateful for the companionship. There’s really no other duo doing it like these two.

[winchesterwild78]

The Hunter pt 2

Master List

Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader (together), Sam Winchester, Jodie Mills, Bobby Singer x Reader (Uncle/Niece)

Warnings: fluff, oral sex (female receiving), SMUT (protected sex), language, angst, hurt feelings

A/N: I’ve been working on getting some stories out and it’s driving me crazy. I’m turning this one into a series, probably short(ish), not 100% yet. This story came to me after starting Supernatural again. We all know how Dean feels about relationships, but let’s just pretend he finally gave in. 😀 

This is my own work, please do not take it or copy it without my permission. It’s based on characters from Supernatural, but doesn’t follow the timeline completely. I wrote it fast and edited it fast. Please overlook any errors. 

Minors DNI 18+

The three of you made your way back to Bobby’s house. Sam carried the food in as Dean got out of the Impala and walked over to your car. He looked it over and whistled. “Y’all did an amazing job on her sweetheart.” “Thank you. Maybe after we eat I can take you for a drive.” “Yeah, I’d like that. Look, Y/N, I really am sorry for how I acted. I’m not good at this and sometimes I say and do stupid shit.” “I get it. I’m sure it was hard hearing your dad and Bobby say those things about you. We all carry crap with us and deal with it in our own ways.” You stepped closer to him, “I can think of something you could do to make it up to me.” You smirked at him. “What’s that darlin’?” “Kiss me.”

Dean leaned you against the car and pressed his body against yours. He slowly took your head in his hands and placed his lips against yours. You could taste the whiskey he had been drinking. The kiss deepened and you moaned into his mouth. 

“Dean, I need you, I want you.” “Oh sweetheart, I want you too. We just have to be smart about it. I don’t need Bobby or my Dad chopping things off.” You giggled, “No, we definitely don’t need that. Can I come to your room or you come to my room tonight, after everyone else has gone to bed?” Dean leaned his forehead against yours, “Anything for you, birthday girl.” 

“Hey, Y/N, where are you kiddo? Food’s getting cold.” Bobby yelled from the door. “Coming, I was just showing Dean the car.” Dean kissed you again and you smiled, “Later baby. I can’t wait.” 

The two of you walked towards the house and Bobby was standing at the door. He looked at you and then at Dean and shook his head. “So Dean, how’d you like the car?” “She’s beautiful. Y’all did a great job on her, Bobby.” Bobby looked at Dean and then at you, but didn’t say anything. He just let out a little huff. 

All of you sat down to eat dinner and just chat. Bobby told you he had one last gift to give you, and thanks to John he was able to get it for you. “Now, this is something your parents had for years, they lost it on a hunt years ago when you were little. Think of it as a family heirloom. Your father bought it for your mother the day you were born. You smiled and nodded. 

Bobby handed you a small box that was wrapped. Inside the box was a heart shaped locket with a diamond in the middle. Inside was a picture of your mom holding you on one side, and your dad holding you on the other side. Tears fell from your eyes. “Oh Uncle Bobby, this is perfect! Thank you!.” You leaped up and threw your arms around him. “Well it was John and Dean who actually found it, but you’re welcome honey.” You hugged John and Dean next. “Thank you both so much. This means more to me than anything.” You placed a kiss on John’s cheek and on Dean’s. 

Bobby and John knew right then you were smitten with the oldest Winchester brother. They both looked at each other and sighed. Bobby brought out the pie with a candle in it and they all sang “Happy Birthday”. You made a wish and blew out the candle, making eye contact with Dean. You didn’t think Bobby saw it, but he did. 

After the pie was gone, the evening was drawing to a close. You were getting tired, well that’s what you let everyone believe. You thanked everyone again and told everyone good night. Before you went upstairs Bobby pulled you to the side, “Y/N, I see how you’re looking at Dean. I know I could tell you to stay away from him until I’m blue in the face, but I know you’re just as stubborn as I am. So, all I’m going to say is be careful. He’s a great guy, but he has so many walls up and I don’t want to see you get hurt.” You hugged him, “I know Uncle Bobby, Dean definitely has walls up, but we all do. The ones that you’re meant to be with are the ones strong enough to kick those walls down. You, Mom and Dad raised me to be strong, and I think I’m strong enough to kick down his walls. I love you, Uncle Bobby.” “I love you too, sweetpea, and I trust you. Go kick those walls down.” You smiled, nodded and went upstairs.

A few minutes later in your room there was a knock on your door. You opened the door to see Dean standing there in his t-shirt and gray sweatpants. “Hey sweetheart, you mind if I come in?” “Not at all.” You smiled and stepped to the side. As soon as you closed the door, Dean’s lips were on yours. You moaned into his mouth as his hands ran up your body.

You both laid on the bed as his hand continued to explore your body. Goosebumps erupted over your skin and his lips left a trail of fire any place they touched. You felt the slick pooling between your legs and an ache you knew only he could satisfy. Dean pulled his shirt over his head and off his body in one fluid pull. Your hands trailed over his toned chest and across the freckles that scattered across his sun kissed skin. “Dean, should we wait until everyone is asleep?” “Dad and Bobby went to the bar and Sammy is asleep. I’m all yours.” 

Your breath hitched. “Are you okay? We can stop if you want to.” Dean asked. “No, I’m fine, just a little nervous.” “I’ve got you baby, and if at any time you get uncomfortable, we can stop.” You nodded, “Okay, Dean.” 

Dean pulled at your shirt and removed it. Since you were ready for bed you didn’t have a bra on so your perky breasts were exposed when he removed your shirt. “Damn you’re beautiful.” You blushed as Dean’s lips trailed to your breasts. His hands cupping them as his lips peppered kisses on them, and his tongue licked your nipples. You moaned and threw your head back as he licked and sucked. 

Dean kissed down your torso to the hem of your sleep shorts. He looked up at you through his eyelashes and you nodded. He hooked his fingers in the waistband and pulled your shorts and panties down in one pull. His hands gently spread your thighs apart and he kissed up your legs. As he got to your folds he looked up waiting for permission. “Dean, please. I need to feel you. I want you to make me cum.”

Dean took his fingers and softly parted your folds, finding you already dripping wet. He licked a strip up through your folds to your clit. You sucked in air and moaned his name. Dean loved hearing you moan his name. He began to lick and suck your clit and you wiggled under him. He slowly inserted one finger into your dripping wet pussy. You moaned and arched your back. He slowly moved his finger in and out as your breathing became pants and you moaned. Dean inserted another finger and hooked both upwards causing you to moan louder. 

“Shh, we need to stay quiet sweetheart.” He grinned as he continued to pump his fingers and licking your clit. He would lick and suck as he pumped his fingers. Your hands pulled his head deeper into you and you moved your hips. You were fucking his face as he pushed you towards your release. “Dean, I’m gonna cum.” You breathed out. 

Dean lifted his head, “Cum for me baby. Cum all over my fingers.” He pumped and licked until he felt your release. He grabbed your thighs holding you as he kept licking, causing you to moan loudly and your body shake under him. By the time you were coming down from your release, your body was over sensitive. 

You had boyfriends in the past eat you out, but damn it if Dean Winchester wasn’t a gold medalist in it. You had never felt that good after that before. Dean removed his fingers and hovered over your body and kissed your lips. As he leaned over you could feel his arousal on your thigh. 

“Dean, please, I need you.” “Are you sure sweetheart, we don’t have to go any further.” “Yes, Dean. I’m sure. I want you, I need you.” Dean stood up and took off his pants and boxers. His large, hardened cock sprang free. You licked your lips and took in the sight of him. He was much larger than you had ever had, but damn were you excited. 

You felt an ache form between your legs that seemed to beg for him. “I’ll be gentle, I promise.”

You nodded and handed Dean a condom from your side table. He ripped the package with his teeth and you giggled. He pumped himself a few times and slid the condom on. Climbing back on the bed, he positioned himself between your thighs and lined himself up. 

The head of his cock was pushing inside you. You both moaned and gasped as he started to push in. You moaned. It was a little bit of pleasure and a little bit of pain. He was stretching you like you’d never been stretched before. You grabbed his biceps and dug your nails in. “You okay, sweetheart?” You nodded yes. Dean continued to push in slowly. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight. I need you to relax a little bit more sweetheart.” He leaned down and kissed you deeply. He could feel you relaxing more so he kept pushing. “Dean, please just push in, all the way.” “Are you sure?” You nodded yes, and before you could say anything else, Dean bottomed out with one thrust. You screamed in pleasure and Dean buried his face in the crook of your neck. “Sorry sweetheart, I didn’t mean to hurt you. I need a minute or I’m going to cum right now. You’re so tight.” 

You moved your hips under him and he started to move. His movements were slow. He would slowly pull out and push back in slowly. He didn’t want to hurt you and he wanted to give you time to adjust to his length and girth. When he felt your body relaxing and adjusting more to him, he started to move a little faster. 

“Oh Dean, you feel so good baby.” He kissed your lips. “You feel amazing around me, Y/N. You’re so beautiful.” With each thrust, each kiss, and each touch of his hand your heart filled with so much love for him. You knew you would do whatever it takes to keep him safe and to tear down his walls. He was yours and you were his. In that moment the only people who mattered were you and Dean. 

Dean lifted your legs onto his shoulders and the change in position caused him to hit your g-spot a little more. Sending you closer to your next release. As Dean continued to speed up you felt yourself closer to cumming again. “Dean, I’m gonna cum again.” “Oh baby, just let go, cum around my cock.” He kissed your lips and you felt your release rush through your whole body. As your walls clenched around his cock, he sped up chasing his release. He came with a grunt and spilled his seed in the condom. 

As he finished he pulled out and kissed your lips. “That was amazing, Y/N. Are you okay?” “God, yes Dean. That was incredible.” You kissed him again as he stood up grabbing a tissue and removing the condom. He threw it away in your trash can and crawled in bed beside you. 

He pulled you close to his body and wrapped you in his arms. He kissed your forehead as you laid on his chest. You listened to his heartbeat as your fingers danced over his anti-possession tattoo. “Dean, thank you. That was incredible.” “Oh sweetheart, you don’t have to thank me. That was more than incredible. I’ve never felt like I was going to cum that fast before. You are perfect.” You smiled and kissed his lips. “I could get used to this. Making love to you and then laying in your arms.” You whispered hoping you wouldn't scare him away.

“Me too, Y/N, me too.” “Dean, would you ever consider moving away from your dad and Sam? Like maybe in here with me?” Dean sat up in the bed and looked at you. Panic flooded your brain instantly. “Well, I hadn’t given it much thought, but I don’t know if Bobby would like that too much. But yeah, I’d consider it, if Bobby was okay with it.” You looked shocked, “Really? You’d be willing to move in with me?” 

Dean turned and looked at you, “Of course I would. This (he motioned between the two of you) wasn’t just a one and done thing. I want to be with you. I’ve never wanted to be with anyone ever, but with you I’d give up everything.” “Oh Dean.” Tears filled your eyes as you kissed him. 

When he pulled back his thumb wiped the tears away, “Shh don’t cry sweetheart.” “They are happy tears, Dean. I just can’t believe you’d be willing to stay with me. Of course, I could always go with you too.” Dean’s head spun around, “What?! You’d leave home for me? To go on the road with us?” “Yes, Dean. I’d give up everything for you too.” Dean kissed you again and pulled you back down with him. “Come on sweetheart, let’s get some sleep. We will figure it out tomorrow. Tonight, let’s just be here together.” You nodded in agreement and laid your head on his chest. 

You listened to Dean’s heartbeat until your eyes got too heavy and they finally closed. Dean listened to you as you fell asleep in his arms. He smiled and felt his heart warm when he heard the soft snores coming from you. He couldn’t shake the feeling he was starting to fall for you. It scared him but excited him too. He’d never felt like this about anyone. Could he really leave his dad and Sam to live with you, or could he really let you leave Bobby to go on the road with him? These questions plagued his brain until he finally drifted off to sleep holding you tight. 

Around 3 am the door to your bedroom creaked open. Bobby saw Dean’s bed was empty and knew he’d find him with you. His heart sank when he saw you laying on Dean’s chest and Dean holding you tight. He knew he couldn’t keep you two apart now. At first he was going to wake Dean up and tell him to get the hell out of your bed, but he saw you smiling in your sleep and heard you sigh softly. He saw how Dean’s grip on you tightened when you sighed. He knew, of course he knew. Both of you were falling in love. “Balls!” Bobby said before he closed your door softly. 

He walked downstairs and told John “We’ve got a problem.” “Dean’s with her, isn’t he?” Bobby shook his head yes, “And the problem is they are already falling for each other.” “Damnit Dean! I told that boy to keep it in his pants. Bobby if I would have known this was going to happen I would have told Dean to stay away.” “Hey, John, it's nobody’s fault. They are young and are going to do whatever they want. We just need to figure out where to go from here.” “We will talk to them in the morning. I’m beat. Night John.” “Night Bobby.” 

The next morning you woke up late. It was about 10 am and you felt strong arms wrapped around you. Dean was sleeping next to you, holding you in his arms. You smiled and snuggled closer to him. He started to wake up and pulled you tighter. “Where do you think you’re going, sweetheart?” “Well, I need to pee, so hopefully the bathroom.” You giggled. “Fine, but come back, please.” You leaned over, kissed him, “I will.”

You grabbed some clothes and threw them on and headed to the bathroom. You walked back towards your bedroom. When you got to your door you saw Dean stretched out on your bed with the blanket draped over his hips. His toned chest exposed to the chill of the room. You bit your lip.

“Like what you see sweetheart?” Dean grinned with his eyes still closed. You closed the door and climbed on the bed, “You know I do.” You placed a soft kiss on his lips. He pulled you down into his arms, eliciting a giggle from your lips. “Dean, we really should get up. Do you want to be the one to explain to Bobby and your Dad why you’re naked in my bed?” “If they don’t know why I’m naked in a beautiful woman’s bed by their age, I don’t know what to tell them.” He smirked. “Dean Winchester! You know what I meant.” 

He laughed and pulled you closer, “Yeah I know, I’m just not ready to leave your side yet.” You sighed and laid your head on his chest. “I know, me either, but if we don’t get up soon they will come up here.” Dean grumbled and you giggled.

There was a knock on your door and you froze. “Hello?” “Hey, sweetpea, you and Dean get dressed and come downstairs, we need to talk.” You looked at Dean with wide eyes and he smirked. “Okay, be down soon.” “Shit! Dean, how did they know?” Dean chuckled, “Guess there’s no need to keep it a secret, huh?” “Dean, it's not funny. Bobby sounded pissed.” “It kinda is, sweetheart.” You playfully slapped his chest, “Dean, you’re terrible, now get up and get dressed.” 

A few minutes later the two of you walked downstairs hand in hand and were met with tense jaws and even tenser stares from Bobby and John. You squeezed Dean’s hand and he pulled you closer to him, “I’ve got you, sweetheart.” 

Bobby stood up and got in Dean’s face. “I thought I told you to stay the fuck away from her, Dean!” You jumped at the sound of his voice. You’d never heard him that angry before. You stepped forward a bit, “Bobby, I’m an adult, I can be with whoever I want.” You seemed so small beside the three towering men. Most people would be intimidated, but you held your own. 

“Sweet pea, it’s not a matter of being an adult, I just don’t want to see you hurt.” “Bobby, I love you, but you can’t protect me for the rest of my life. You’ve always told me what good hunters and men the Winchesters were, now you’re telling me Dean isn’t. So which is it? Is he good or not?” Bobby looked between you and Dean and knew he was fighting a losing battle. Before he could say anything else John stepped up and punched Dean in the face. You gasped and when Dean turned his face back he was bleeding, but didn’t react. Bobby had grabbed John and pulled him back. Dean’s jaw clenched and he looked over at you and saw tears in your eyes. He let go of your hand and stormed out of the house. You looked at Bobby and then over at John. “I can’t believe you two. Dean is an amazing person. He practically raised Sammy because you, John, were too caught up in your own grief and need for revenge to be anything that resembled a good father. He had to be mom and dad to Sam. You owe him so much because he raised himself and his brother FOR YOU! Uncle Bobby, I know you mean well, but I’m an adult. You didn’t have a problem with Alex, and he tried to force me into his car. Dean never once forced anything. I pursued him. Even last night before we had sex he kept asking if I was sure. Now that is the kind of man I want to be with. Sure he’s had a past, but which one of you can say you haven’t. Now if you will excuse me, I’m going to find Dean and check on him.” 

Before they could say anything else you walked away and found Dean standing on the porch. When he saw you he pulled you into a searing kiss. He heard you defend him. He pulled away and looked at you, he cupped your face, “Thank you. Nobody has ever defended me like that. Thank you, sweetheart.” He kissed you again.

“I meant every word of it. I don’t know what this means for us as far as where we are headed to live, but I’ll follow you wherever you go, Dean Winchester.” “Good, because I’m not going to let you go, ever.” He kissed you again and could feel so much love between you two. 

Later that afternoon, you and Dean had decided to go off together. Just the two of you, hunting and living together. He couldn’t bear the thought of being with John after what happened, and he knew Bobby needed space. You were in your room packing a bag when Bobby came to the door, “Sweet pea, you don’t have to leave. We can figure this out.” Bobby’s eyes were pleading with you and it broke your heart. “Uncle Bobby, I’m not leaving for good, Dean and I just want to be together, work on our relationship without having to deal with everyone else’s opinions. I love you and you will always be home. I promise.” You hugged Bobby tightly. He kissed the top of your head.

Dean came to your room to grab your stuff. Bobby turned towards him, “Dean, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said what I said. There is no excuse for it. She’s like a daughter to me and it’s my job to protect her. Well, it was. Now it’s your job. I know you’ll protect her no matter what. Keep her safe, bring her home every once in a while, and take care of yourself too. Your father was out of line hitting you like that. I’m sorry son.” He pulled Dean in for a hug. You had tears in your eyes looking at them hugging. 

“Well sweet pea, where are y’all headed?” “Not sure yet, maybe East. I’ll call you whenever we stop and let you know. I love you, Uncle Bobby.” “I love you too, sweet pea. You make him take care of you.” “I will, and he will. I know he will.” You hugged him again and handed Dean your bags.

The three of you walked downstairs and Dean headed out to your car to put the bags in it. Sam was standing there, “Dean, take me with you two. I can’t be with Dad. We’ll kill each other. You know that.” Dean sighed, “Yeah Sammy, I know. Sammy, I want you to apply to school. Get out of this life, go be a lawyer or whatever you want to be. I know you can do it. Meet a girl, get married, have kids. Be normal.” Dean pulled Sam into a hug, “I love you baby brother. Stay with Bobby until you get into that school.” “I love you too, Dean.” 

You stood in the living room and hugged Bobby one last time. John was standing leaned against the doorframe not saying anything. He was just staring. Dean walked in and walked over to Bobby and pulled him in for a hug. “Bobby, I need you to let Sammy stay here and make sure he applies for college. He’s too smart to stay in this life. He deserves a normal life.” Bobby shook his head in agreement. Dean thanked him and started to walk away.

As the two of you approached the door John stepped forward, “Dean, Y/N, wait.” You both stopped and turned around looking at him. “Look, I’m sorry Dean. I shouldn’t have hit you. I was out of line.” Before Dean could say anything you stepped in between them, “John, you were definitely out of line hitting him. I hope you take some time and reflect on yourself about the kind of father, man you want to be. I know Dean loves you, but it’s my job now to protect him and if that means protecting him from you I will. I’m in love with your son, and will spend the rest of my life proving to him what an amazing man he is. A lesser man would have laid your ass out after punching him, but not Dean. You see, that’s the kind of man he is. He knows when to fight and when not to. Hopefully that’s a lesson you learn too. Goodbye John, I wish you nothing but the best.”

You looked up at Dean who was still trying to process you saying you loved him. Smiling softly at him, you kissed his lips, “I’ll be outside.” You knew he needed closure so you left to give him his space to find it. 

Dean stepped towards John, “Dad I forgive you. I just can’t be with you right now. Maybe later down the road the three of us can hunt together, but right now I need to be with her and have space from you. I hope you understand.” He hugged his father and started to walk away. “Dean, for what it’s worth I know you’re a better man than I am. You take care of that little firecracker. She loves you and I can tell you love her. Be safe, and always know I will answer when you call.” Dean nodded and headed outside. 

The two of you climbed into your car and Dean started her up. He took your hand, you looked out your window, waved at Sam and Bobby and Dean drove away. You two had no idea where you were going, but you knew you would be fine as long as you had Dean by your side. 

Part 3

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What Shall We Become 43 - ???

Behold, the consequences of your actions.

On AO3.

A voice cracks you over the head. You jerk up, flail around expecting to’ve launched yourself outta bed. Then come to your senses in a red glow, with a giant, red glowing woman poking the upper half of her body inside the tent.

“Hey!” she says. You recognize that word from her using it, not from the dirt potion. That you done and went slept off.

“Karlach?” you say.

She grins. Says what you guess is, “That’s the name, soldier!”

Then she tosses something, only you ain’t ready and it hits you right in the chest and tumbles onto the piece of wood planking next to you. The empty one. Astarion ain’t here.

“Ooh, sorry,” Karlach says.

You know that bottle before you even uncork it and smell the dirt and vaguely mint. Down it as you glance around, ears straining, trying to ignore the way it roils up to singe the back of your sinuses.

“Gale said you’d probably need that,” Karlach says as you cough through the taste.

You nod. Twist around to find your pack and water skin (and loop your soul jar around your neck). “Thanks.”

Only she don’t respond. You get the skin uncorked and take a giant swig before you glance over…

She smooths a shit eating grin.

“What?” you say.

She flaps both her hands. “Nothing. Guess it wasn’t all bad, eh?”

You can only sit there and blink at her. You’re fully clothed. Astarion was fully clothed last you saw him. Ain’t no way she could tell nothing (a subtle—you hope—sniff and it just smells like Astarion and the cave in here).

“Anyway!” Karlach says. “I’ll let you get your stuff. Meet outside, yeah? The other are all holed up in some big, old temple across the lake. Chock full of them Absolute fuckers. Figured we’d come collect you two before we start smashing heads.”

“Did you find Sweetums?” you say “Or Halsin or Scratch?”

Her face falls a second. Then lights back up. “I bet those three are all fine and waiting for us wherever you get outta this place. A druid and two animals? They’re probably wondering what’s taking our asses so long. Anyway. Wyll and I’ll get you two packed up and we’ll get moving, yeah?”

“Wyll’s here? Is, um, is Astarion outside?”

Where else would he be? Crawled up the side of the cave wall?

Again, a glint to Karlach’s eyes. “Oh yeah. He’s bitching, from the sound of it.” Then she smacks the tent pole. “Up and at ‘em, Snuggles.”

Snuggles?

The fuck?

But Karlach retreats and you gather up your things. Secure your damp hip wrap. Promise to burn the goddamned thing the second you get some goddamn pants (though Astarion’s hand slid so easily up this thing, stroking along your thigh—)

No. Nope.

Everybody is out there, waiting for you. Karlach clears her throat, and Wyll glances over with a warm smile. Does a double-take.

You look down at yourself—the borrowed tunic comes up above your collarbones; either your hair is a total mess, or…Astarion’s bite? But he gave you a healing potion. That should’a taken care of it and you washed up.

The vampire himself smiles at you, too. A tiny thing, a knowing thing. And just a touch…no, you’re reading into things. People do that, especially after letting somebody fingerbang them for the first time. And y’all’s, uh, relationship (you duck inside the tent to snatch up your bag so they can’t see your cheeks warm) ain’t exactly conventional. Of course you feel weird, the adrenaline worn off and the crazy dissolved. So of course you’re reading shit, a weird distance, into the man. That’s called projection.

You’ll talk to him about it. Like an adult, all confidant and responsible enough to have a frank conversation about hitting third base (is fingering third base?).

“Here, let me,” Wyll says. He takes the pack from you. “From what we’ve been able to gather, the two of you have had quite the adventure down here.”

“Except the dragon fight me and Wyll got stuck between,” Karlach says.

“The what?” you say. There’s dragons? In the giant cave?

“Oh please,” Astarion says. “Stop trying to steal our spotlight, darling Karlach. There’s no dragons in the Underdark.”

“You told him they was disguised as people, right, Wyll?” Karlach says.

Astarion rolls his eyes, catches your gaze, and then winks.

“Right,” you drawl. “That’s, uh, cool.”

Then the goblin man who had his hand between your legs scales up the rigged rope ladder of the boat Wyll and Karlach brought. Takes a few steps on deck, and then flops down. “Ugh, finally. A little help, for once.”

Too bad you don’t got a spare shoe to throw at him.

Wyll’s smile is a warm thing. He nods to their boat. “Go on. I’ll get all this packed up. We’ve got food and potions aboard, and I insist you take what you need.”

And it occurs to you, for the first time in weeks, that you’re actually safe. (Relatively.) The relief makes your bones go to jello. You nod and shuffle over on strangely heavy feet. Have a harder time hauling yourself up that rope ladder.

Astarion…ignores you. Lies splayed out with his eyes closed. You hover nearby a moment, realize you look like a creeper, and then find somewhere to stash yourself.

Y’all are back on the water in under thirty minutes.

At some point in all this, Gale must’a found flour and fucking butter, because they packed biscuits. Or scones, since they’re tougher and crumblier than real biscuits. They’re cold, now, and plain (why do you think of grape jelly and a strong, wrinkled hand in yours) and they’re the best thing you ever put in your mouth.

You’ve tasted Astarion’s tongue.

So you mind your business a while. Take inventory of your meager shit after all y’all’s stuff gets dropped nearby. You got approximately one armor chest plate that don’t fit, your soul jar, the clothes on your back, three empty potion bottles, and your goddamn dildo.

You sigh.

When a shadow falls over you. Got a moment to clock the white hair, and then Astarion plonks down.

“Oh,” you say. Like a smart person.

“Hello, my sweet,” he says. Glances your way and his smile seems soft, this time. The same one he wore as he pulled you into his lap. But he looks away real quick and begins to dig through his own bag.

You need to do it. You need to talk to him. Bad shit happened the last time you didn’t, and you’re generally capable of learning from your fuck-ups.

Generally.

“Hey,” you say. “I, uh.”

How the fuck do people do this? “We need to talk” makes you wanna dive off the boat and sink forever into the freshwater sea. “Are we boyfriend and girlfriend” is the most saccharine, juvenile bullshit to ever leak outta your brain and thinking them words makes you wanna puke.

Then Astarion catches wind. Looks to you. Actually holds your gaze and his face is calm. Serious.

Your palms sweat.

He pulls out a scroll. One you gave him. Unrolls it and holds it up and says to you, “Darling, this is Magic Missile.”

He pulls out another scroll, three in all. Starts identifying them. Goes quiet for a second as he skims them, and then starts to explain what they are and what they do. To you. Which, yeah, cool. You’re glad he’s excited. You let him take them because he could use them.

But it leaves you sitting there, stomach cold and twisting around them biscuits you just scarfed down. He’s…he’s different. Gone is the man you was starting to see down here. Back is the man from the surface, all glib gestures, voice high and lilting.

He don’t give you a chance to break in. Soon, you realize you’re just there to be an audience. You can only sit and nod and mmm-hmm until he falls silent, lips moving as he reads.

He regrets it, doesn’t he. You gave him what he wanted and now he’s good to go. You did your part. Or maybe, even worse, you screwed it up, somehow. Weren’t want he was looking for, but he only realized it after you messed up his hand, after you ruined his shirt. You made weird sounds, you hid your face, you did something.

Or it was just the adrenaline. You were thinking it; maybe he did, too. It was just stress relief. Y’all wasn’t going steady or nothing (do people even say that outside old movies). He got you off (but not himself) and now the group is back together and mission accomplished.

Your throat is too tight. You try to swallow past that. You ain’t gonna cry in front of nobody, especially not him. You bite into your cheeks as your eyes threaten to water, but it ain’t enough of a distraction.

“Darling?”

You clear your throat. Keep your voice steady as you can through sheer will when you look at him. “Mmm-hmm?”

Because speaking actual words will set you off. And you will not give nobody that.

“We’re here,” Astarion says.

Holy shit, y’all are. Got so caught up in your own head, staring into your lap that you didn’t notice the giant fucking statue. Or the lit up docks. Or the group on them docks, waving at y’all.

“Are you alright?” Astarion says.

You’re peachy. Just fine. Couldn’t be better. Stupid fucking girl.

“Yeah,” you say. And then stand up so you can wave. Because that’s normal. That’s what somebody who ain’t bothered at all would do.

There’s more duergar moving around deeper in. You can focus on that. Especially since they’re hovering around cages, and the last group was slavers.

The others welcome you back. Gale takes your hand in his to help you hop down. His gaze flickers over your face for a second, but his smile don’t falter.

“I caught some of what you’ve all been through. You’ll need to give me a full recount, you know,” he says.

“For them potions? Done,” you say.

Shadowheart says nothing, but her eyes narrow into something suspiciously like smug. But it ain’t until you feel Lae’zel’s cold appraisal that somebody finally says something.

“You were attacked along the way?” she says.

You blink. Beside her, Shadowheart hides a snort behind her hand.

“No?” you say.

Lae’zel crosses her arms. Settles into a wider stance. “Then what has left those bruises on your neck? Or is that your innate feebleness?”

Your hands clap up. Behind you, Karlach snickers through her nose. The others are all smiling or looking away. Gale gives you a sort of sympathy eyebrow shrug.

Jesus fucking lord. You whip around to Astarion, who give you the most obviously-guilty innocent look.

That bitch left hickeys on you. For god and country to see!

“Motherfucker,” you say.

“Apparently not,” Shadowheart says. She don’t look the least bit sorry to have said that, neither.

“I’m gonna start the fire at your tent,” you say.

“Why is everyone amused?” Lae’zel says.

Time to go. You shoulder your pack and turn to the most responsible person here. “Wyll, where’s the camp?”

He’s also smiling at you, but he still lifts his forearm to give you his hero bow and leads y’all off the docks and to a chamber off a big ass stairwell.

The whole place is covered in ancient cobwebs, smells like mold, is buried under three inches of dust and old bones so brittle they’ve splintered where somebody clearly stepped on them

Fucking yikes.

Everybody’s tents is set up around a popping, snapping fire. You almost fall to your knees, weeping, as the scent of onions and gravy washes over you from a pot set on a bed of glowing coals nearby.

You’ll be roughing it by a campfire again. Like you did when you first stumbled outta the butthole ship. At least it don’t rain in a giant, underground, abandoned death temple.

You hope.

The ground crunches and you look up to find Gale approaching. He presents you with a bundle. Inside is clothing, a whole twelve-pack of potions, and…and a light blue tent.

A tent of your own. You been sleeping in the open or in Astarion’s tent for over a week. You fell asleep next to him after coming in his lap. And now he’s pulling away. After leaving hickeys all over your neck.

You find him nearby, setting up his own tent. The familiar red. The wooded board inside. His collection of pillows finally appearing from the depths of his bag as he sets up a camp proper.

He looks up. Finds you watching. Glances to the tent poles in your arms.

Are y’all together? A thing? Does he want you near him? Or has he had his fill, gotten a joke out of it (as you always, always been scared he’d do)?

He nods to your pile of stuff. Tosses you an approving smile. Goes back to arranging his pillows.

Gale watches you still. You force on your own smile. Voice strained, but you commit through to normalcy. “Thanks, Gale.”

His gaze lingers a moment. And if he asks, you’re gonna lose your shit. Please don’t. Please just go.

“My pleasure,” he says. Nods. “If…if there’s anything else you need, you only have to ask.”

Aaand you can’t talk again. Can only hold your fixed-ass rictus of a smile as he leaves you. Keep your face blank—you are made of stone, and stone don’t fucking cry like a fucking infant. Set up your new tent (there’s little diamond shapes embroidered on it, that’s genuinely pretty) and get your shit squared away.

And as you toss your pack inside and start to duck in after it (change your clothes, change your clothes), a cool presence comes up beside you. Spicy herbs and old basement.

“How charming,” Astarion says.

You can’t look at him. Barely keep yourself level enough to manage, “Yeah. I think I like it.”

See if he says anything. See if he asks why you need a separate tent.

He hums. Stands there.

What are you two? What even is this?

Then he leans in. The hairs on the back of your neck lift. “Those love bites look charming on you as well.”

This isn’t fair. It ain’t fucking fair that you been freaking out the last hour, and this fucking shitlord can spit out one sentence and destroy whatever certainty you’d started to build up.

When you turn, his face is inches from yours. He stares at your neck, gaze flicking up to your lips, and then to meet your own.

“What?” you say, instead of something sensible like “why’ve you been avoiding me” or “you don’t get to leave me high and dry and come sauntering back” or “but seriously, are we boyfriend and girlfriend?”

He’s not touching you. Barely.

His eyelids droop, slitting his gaze into something that prickles hot down your spine.

“We’ll have to figure out one thing, lover,” he says. “Will it be your tent or mine?”

And he slips away like an eel. Like a fucking rat. Leaves you there, gawping, cheeks on fire and head spinning and heart aching.

What the fuck have you gotten yourself into?

What’s even happening? What…this…fuck?

You fucked up. Y’all gotta de-worm y’all’s brains, figure out how the fuck a bunch of cult fuckers is using them worms and magic to control people and why, and then probably murder a bunch of them (and slavers, because slavers and you got the power to do something about that, now).

So on top of that, you add “I let a fucked up vampire man fingerbang me and now I don’t know what to do about it.” Ten outta ten, no notes, perfect idiot score.

You watch Astarion sashay back to his pillows. Pause to give you a fucking wink over his shoulder, and then duck inside.

You are so, overwhelmingly fucked.

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That's a wrap! These Two Shitheads will be appearing in the next fic, Fingers Sifting Black Earth. I hope to post the first chapter on Xmas, since it's a Wednesday. Thank you again everyone who's taken the time outta their day to drop me a note or a comment or a like! Y'all are why I'm still going 😊

[mac-n-chees]

why your attack on titan otp isn’t canon

eremika: what tf are y’all doing here you guys are one of the only ones who can say it’s a canon ship gtfo

levihan: you guys are cute aww these guys are like a couple of siblings❤️ cmon y’all levihan are platonic soulmates and erwin smith is RIGHT THERE

eren x annie (anieren? ereani?): touch grass. you saw one interaction and decided they were the perfect couple, this is literally the dramione of aot, the zutara of this anime. just because you’re horny doesn’t mean everyone else is, pls keep ur hormones in check<3

erwin x hange: as i was writing this post the thought occurred to me that someone might ship this and it caused me physical pain but if you ship this ig you’re cool cause i’ve never seen this ship at all so therefore i’ve never been attacked by one of you online so congrats🥳 but they’re not canon cos literally not one soul ships them so whatever

eruri: is this the right name cause ship names in this fandom go crazy sometimes. anyways these the gayest mfs i’ve ever seen and the only reason they’re not canon is cause erwin had to die. doomed ships for the win😻 but you KNOW levi was getting some behind the scenes, cmon y’all

jearmin: hajime isayama is a coward

jeanmarco: gonna be honest, i did not give two shits when marco died. idk how this is a popular ship since marco got clapped in like episode 3. i mean i can see it ig but to me they just look like friends (and that’s probably what isayama was thinking too)

beruannie: one-sided as fuck

erehisu: historia is a lesbian (“oH bUt wHaT aBoUt tHe fArMeR???” she needed a sperm donor and he was the closest one they are not in love)

jeankasa: eremika solos, sorry, mikasa will always love eren (stay sour jean✌🏼)

levi x any of the members of the 104th: they are CHILDREN and levi is a full grown, thirty something year old ADULT, if you ship any of these there’s a special cell in jail waiting for you

mobihan: who even is moblit this ship forgettable as fuck. but i mean its not bad but again isayama hates love and romance so moblit had to die (sorry mobihan lovers)

springles (aka connie x sasha): you guys they’re PLATONIC SOULMATES, and they’re portrayed as such. also niccolo exists you guys sasha and connie are just like siblings

eremin: hajime isayama is a COWARD. you CANNOT TELL ME that the whole “i will stay with you forever” interaction in the final season was not FRUITY AS FUCK, there was so much tension but isayama’s a PUSSY

reiner x historia: historia is a lesbian

pikuhan: you guys have got to stop shipping everyone you see interact

for bonus points everyone tell me the ship you HATEEEEE i’ll go first😻:

aruani✨✨🌈🌈🌙🌙

if you want an explanation you won’t get one unless i get harassed enough thank you and good night

[fangswbenefits]

Spicy chocolate:

Okay imagine this…

You have Miguel have been dating for a while now, and let’s just say the sex is….*chefs kiss*.

And you guys usually can’t go two days with out fucking, but you and Miguel haven’t fucked for TWO WEEKS NOW.

And so you’re going crazy, and Miguel would be a piece of shit like he is sometimes and just not say anything nor try to make a move, KNOWING DAMN WELL YOUR A BOTTOM WHO CANNOT MAKE THE FIRST MOVE TO SAVE YOUR LIFE!

So you go your best friend for some advice, and they tell you, to go get that chocolate that turns people on.(I forget what it’s called sorry)

You think they’re crazy but after a while of thinking about you realize that this might be the only way to help you out,

So you go and buy a pack, and when you get home you wait around until Miguel gets home, when he gets back you tell him you guys are watching a movie and that you went to the store and bought everything,

And he seems so happy about it, and when you get up to get everything he grabs your waist and starts kissing you and apologizing for not getting to tuck you, and so he wants to make up for it.

And you blurt out “for crying out loud I bought that stupid chocolate for what?”

Miguel looks at you confused, but slowly picks up on what your talking about, so he lets go of you and rushed to the kitchen as you try to stop him, but by the time you get to the kitchen, HE ALREADY ATE MORE THE HALF THE BAR OF CHOCOLATE. (DONT ACTUALLY EAT THAT MANY GUYS OKAY!)

And he just gives you a smirk before feeding you two pieces, it take a few minutes to finally kick in, and by that time.

You and Miguel are all over each other, and during him fucking into you and rubbing your clit, he whispers in your ear “You wanna know why I haven’t fucked you for so long?” He goes fast as you nod

“It’s because if I did I couldn’t stop myself for fucking you like this until I got you nice a full amor, until your you are wobbling like a penguin around the house swollen with my children. And tits full of milk, only for me and and the baby(‘s)

Y’all would not be leveling that bedroom for a WHILE, only to get food but you had to stay there only Miguel could leave.

RUBY IM LITERALLY ON MY PERIOD DO NOT JUDGE ME OKAY AND BEFORE YOU ASK HOW I KNOW THIS, ME AND MY EX HAD GOTTEN IT AS A JOKE FROM A FRIEND AND WE MELTED THE CHOCOLATE AND HAD CHOCOLATE COVERED STRAWBERRIES, OKAY!

(Also if you want to use this I’m 100% okay with that I would love it actually, but ya if you just give me some credit though, anyways much love <3)

👀

[starryfursturniolo]

Do you even love me? Pt.2

Requested by: @endangeredshampoo

Run it back bitches

Was Listening to this while writting!!!!

After the breakup with Chris, things got much better for you. You became a very successful actor and was the star in many movies. Your most recent one, was having a movie premiere and now you are getting ready.

“FUCK!” You yell after smearing your mascara all over your face after having a mental breakdown. You had been really stressed about this whole movie premiere because this was your first ever red carpet meet and greet. The whole thing was really stressful and you couldn’t help but think how much better it would be if chris was there, hugging you, playing with your hair, telling you that everything was going to be okay.

‘Therealy/n l/n posted a photo’

“If only if only he was here”

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Comments

Christophersturniolo: 🔥

Arianagrande: love making this movie with you y/n darling

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That was all you need. Chris liking and commenting on your post. Did he just not know that that caption was about him? Does he not get the hints. You had only ever been with Chris. He was your first and your last so why didn’t he understand? And what was “🔥” supposed to mean?

You decided to just shake it off. You tossed your phone onto your chair and then walked out your dressing room to your co-star, Ariana grande. This movie was the next Oscar winning movie, you could feel it.

“Let’s fucking do this” you said grabbing her hand leading towards the door to carpet.

“Hell yeah” she whooped as y’all pushed the door open. As soon as you did the cameras started flashing, paparazzi and news crews everywhere. Some of them even screaming for you.

“MS Y/N LOOK THIS WAY AND TILT YOUR HEAD” or even “WHO WAS THE INSTAGRAM POST ABOUT?” Ofc. Out of everything they could of asked you, they choose that. Just. Fucking. Great.

“I-um-“ you got cut off by Ariana

“You don’t have to answer honey” she reassured you, her voice barely above a whisper. That made you feel better. You could ignore them all you wanted because they are there for you! Your not there for them. Suddenly you heard your director screaming for you and Ariana.

He was saying it was time for the movie and that y’all had to go into the theater and introduce y’all’s selfs and and the movie all together. You prepared your self and chose what theatre to do. You did your lucky number 3. Chris’s hockey number.

You waited for the green light to go in. Your director gave you a thumbs up letting you know that you could go ahead and make your way into that theater. You stepped into the theater and everyone went crazy. You chuckled amusingly and waved.

“Hi!” You giggled and smiled while grabbing a microphone.

“Omg this is a shit ton of people- Oop sorry!” Everyone started laughing and you chuckled yourself. You looked around and saw a familiar face.

Chris. And his girlfriend. Together. At your movie premiere.

You had heard from some of your friends that she had no idea that you and Chris had been a thing for years but you decided that It wouldn’t matter and she would figure out at some point.

Why did you have to choose that theater? That one. The same one Chris was in!

You cleared your throat before talking again. “So, this movie is called ‘severely different’ and my co-star, Ariana grande, is in a different theater BUT she might come in here after the movie so stay tuned pleaseeee” “so enjoy!” You say before handing the microphone back to the crew before the audience broke out into cheers and whistles. You walked out and took a deep breath.

The thought of seeing Chris there made your stomach turn. You blocked it out and rushed out of the theater and made your way to the main hallway.

You where rushing down the hallway like a girl on a mission when you heard a voice behind you. “Y/N wait! Please” the voice was gentle but almost frantic. It was familiar in a way.

Chris.

Flashback

“I hope our kids have your eyes” you say looking at Chris, his eyes glowing in the tv light. He looks over from his spot and his gaze meets yours. “Nah ma’ I hope they are exactly like you, always happy and the best thing I could ask for”

The words hurt. Not only because you gave this boy the world and he threw it away for some whore, but because you still loved him deep down. Even if it was forbidden love.

________

You finally muster up the courage to face him and handle this like adults. But something inside you rings. Maybe a warning call, some type of signal telling to trot away and continue the night but instead you speak. “What do you want?” You sigh and cross you arms waiting for an answer and apology even.

“Look I know i fucked up but please just listen to me,” his breath fumbles like he’s scared to talk or say the wrong thing because he can’t lose you, not again. “I’m a very fucked up person and I can’t pretend that I’m not and that I’m perfect, but please forgive me”

You want to run up and hug him, tell him everything is okay but you can’t. You left for yourself and can’t put your self back in that shit hole again. Before you can take another breath, a voice speaks. “Chrissy is something wrong?” The same saying, same voice that was kissing your boyfriend 5 years ago when every thing was ‘perfect’.

You snapped back to reality and couldn’t muster the courage to say anything but you manage to let a sentence slip. “The movie is starting soon. You two should get back.”

Just like that. You let go to the bottled up emotions and start crying as Chris walks away.

You will never go back to that heartbroken and forging love. You will never go back to him

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A/n: okkkk soooo I’m very happy I got this out my drafts bc I hate making y’all wait but I am lazy soooo

Also I want to make a tag list so pls comment to be on the taglist🫧🤍🌀

Starry🥧

[aracetothelace]

Investigating St Evangeline

Hey this is my first story on here! This has not been proofread so sorry about any grammar errors. Let me know if y’all want more. :)

Sacrilege is moving in

“The vulnerable are preyed upon. We have the demons as our predators and the human race as prey. However sometimes man himself becomes predator, so we must adapt and defeat these dangers by spreading gods word. Know only of his scripture on the tip of your tongue. Let prayer guide you through challenging times and may you turn the other cheek in moments of malice. Because that my brothers and sisters of Christ is how we fight back as prey”.

The sermon continues on from the laptop on Eli’s desk. All Gemstone siblings gathered around to analyze the newest “threat” to the upkeep of there congregation. “This is a load of nonsense Jesse, we don’t have nothing to worry about. Eli spoke with certainty. The man may have some wisdom to bestow but as do I. This man is no threat to me.”

Judy chimes in “But Daddy our numbers have been dropping like crazy this month much less than the year alone. Our flock is straying from their Sheppard and running off a fucking cliff.” Kelvin added “That’s right and there goes our wool no Patagonia’s for us Daddy”. “See even Judy and Kelvin agree there is something up with that place I can fee-Enough!” “I will not tolerate anymore of these foolish theories. Yes this church has their strengths as does ours. Do not start a fire with a flame you can’t put out Jesse.” “What harm would be done by taking a look around.”

“Because your looking around is snooping and causing chaos and conflict where none is necessary in the first place!” We do not need to be creating more enemies than we already have. Can’t we just let this ride itself out. This is just part of the cycle, members will decrease and then slowly return back. As new places of worship come and go. We still stand tall amongst all others. “Daddy can I say something.” “What is it Judy?” “I mean this in the most polite way possible that’s fucking stupid.” “Judy Gemstone!” Eli points his finger towards the three as if it were a dagger. “This is my final word to you all on this matter. I do not want any of you three prying and sticking your noses in places they don’t belong understood.” “Yes daddy they all said shamefully in unison.” Eli leaves in a huff out the door.

“ I told you he wouldn’t be on board when you mentioned the fucking Patagonians Kelvin. “Oh I’m sorry Judy should I have brought up sheep suicide instead” “ Both of you shut the fuck up” look we can still find out what’s attracting everyone over there” “How, Jesse if daddy catches us near that church he’ll get all love thy neighbor and shit on us.” “Judy’s right Jesse he’ll find out he’s got head eyes.” “ it’s eyes in the back of his head dummy.” “Stop WE don’t have to do anything if we have a man on the inside for us, we get them to take a look around observe a few services and see what there up to. Both siblings look at each other surprised the eldest Gemstone for once had a good idea.

“Who are you willing to pay out the ass to be fuckin 007 for a month, we can’t sneak that kind of money past daddy.” “Judy’s right eyes in the back of his head, see I used it right this time,….I..I..know sayings.” “What if we didn’t have to pay anyone I know a guy.” “Like when you knew a guy for your last shitty investment idea.” “Fuck you Judy I don’t see you pitchin no good ideas.” “Wait what about an inside man who’s already an inside man.” “Kelvin what hell are you on.” “I’m just using the smarts the lord gave me Jesse.

I’m talking about somebody we know, somebody we can trust somebody perhaps in the family tree.” Kelvin gestures a knowing look over at Jesse. “Why are you lookin at me like that Kelvin.” “Because you know of someone who was an agent obviously.” “Huh” “ughhh Gideon you know Gideon!” “Gideon was never a fuckin James Bond spy” “uh yeah he was in return of the spy dad 2 do you not know anything about your own kids Jesse” “Oh my God he played a stunt double for a movie he wasn’t in the goddamn FBI Kelvin.” “Well he’s the closest and cheapest option we got so” “Okay even if he is an option how would I ever get Gideon to be on board with this.” “Plus isn’t the whole point to be discreet Gideon is a Gemstone” “yes Judy he is, but he’s an unnoticeable Gemstone, Gideon was living it up in Hollywood most people haven’t even noticed he’s returned yet much less going to a different church absent of his family back home.” “Alright I need to find out how I’m gonna convince him to get on board with this. Gimme some time to think before I approach him, but if I can I think we may just have our way in.”

A few hours go by Judy and Kelvin leave the church. While Jesse stays behind doing further research on St.Evangeline’s. Outside of the churches own website it seems like he has searched through the website 100 times. He has looked through every link, every tab and looked up the same names. For each category of events and services offered by the church. He has the names for ever Baptist, wedding, and funeral coordinator memorized by this point. Yet still something feels off. Why is this the only search that has relevance. Sure the church isn’t as popular or even as big as the Salvation center, but there should be something else. A Facebook, LinkedIn, there wasn’t even a picture of some potluck on the churches about us page. New church or not there’s a lack of connection. Almost to convey to a potential member hey wanna know more then come find out. That’s exactly what he was gonna have to do. Starting with two names that stuck out Giles Varrant, Raya Varrant no pictures to be found in sight. Another dot in need of connecting another question in need of an answer.

Eventually Jesse grew tired of examining the same page for the past hour. He’d come back soon to continue his search. Driving back many questions plagued his mind. Why is there no history of the churches past? Why have they come here to this town? How are they luring their followers? Jesse is pulled away from his thoughts as he arrives home. After a meal of cold leftovers on the counter and a hot shower. Jesse heads to bed with a racing mind. Soon calmed with tired eyes and a determination to find out what goes on behind those closed doors. What has placed there congregation into these new pews? What has captured there eye? What has drawn them to this place?

[aubzikins]

Alaskan Darkness - Chapter 2 Writer's Collective Discord Shenanigans Pt1

We have many POVs for our lovely Rah's fic. I figured I would give yall an insight on the craziness of our little Collective. ENJOY! PSA... This is all fictional... mostly.. shenanigans

After talking to Rah about logistics of the KCONers getting up to Alaska, we got to work on prepping the houses in our neighborhood for incoming company. Nick and I were able to find some abandoned stores that had a ton of winter gear of all different sizes. We loaded up our two SUVs and determined to use the middle house of the neighborhood as a “processing” center. This allows everyone to come into the neighborhood, get a set of keys for a house, some food and pick up some winter gear.

Dealing with a zombie apocalypse where they seem to not like Alaska, is kind of boring. We are in a smaller town which means we don’t have to deal with a whole lot of people. This leaves me with some extra time on my hands. After getting everything prepped, we still had a couple days until the KCONers were due to arrive. I decided to get onto Discord and check in with everyone.

Writers Collective Discord – Chaotic-Main:

Aubz: Hey y’all!!!! God, the one good thing about being up here is that no one bothers me. Everyone doing okay down there?

Rah: Were good.

Rayne: Just hanging out…

Bella: All good here, getting to know everyone.

Aubz: Hey @Rayne, have you tried to “seduce the Jinnie” yet?

Rayne: I…

Rah: AUBZ!!!! WE INVITED THEM ALL TO THE SERVER!! THEY ARE IN HERE!!!

Aubz: Oh Shit!!!! *Deletes the previous message* SORRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Aubz: Um… So, @Rah @Bella, I am making a new role and a private channel. Also, please next time WARN me before we invite a bunch of idols into the server. Everything has been muted since we were out and about collecting supplies…

CaptainsEyepatch: wtf? I thought Rayne was into Woo??????

Aubz: o.o Um… Whatcha talking about? I’m Aubz Snow… I know nothing.

**creates a private channel and the role of WC Ogs**

Aubz: Ok, so when the FUCK did they all join???

Bella: *hysterically laughing* The Kids joined as soon as we got internet back, the pirates joined after the military announcement.

Rah: Yeah, figured everyone should be in the server so we could communicate better.

Aubz: Oh okay… WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT

Jennen: Theres the lightbulb…

Aubz: OOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG DOES THIS MEAN THEY HAVE BEEN ABLE TO READ EVERYTHING WE HAVE SENT????????????

Shai: Yeah… about that… I have already had to talk to Bin and Cap about it. That was a fun convo *rolls eyes*

Kel: They have seen all the pictures as well..

Aubz: *dies dramatically* oh fuck… All Channels?

Bella: Yeah

Aubz: and y’all have the pirates HEADING MY WAY?

Rah: *nods* Yes…

Aubz: omfg omfg omfg…. *finally meets Seongwha* “Hi im the middle aged married woman who has been thirsting and writing about yall for years… Welcome to my humble abode.”

Rah: *laughing* I love Aubz meltdowns!

Kel: me too

Aubz: Question…

Bella: possible answer?

Aubz: Do they by chance know about our personal servers?

Kel: I know they know about them but none of us have sent them any invites…

Aubz: Oh thank god…

Rayne: Also… no I have not seduced the Jinnie. Although he's trying to seduce me it seems... *winks*

Bella: I may or may not have told the demon Bunny about your server name.

Aubz: *Embarassed face* WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT???

Bella: Because you have been paying a monthly fee to call him Meow Meows everyday. Also he admits that he saw those messages AND all the messages that you had sent about DnD, fics etc

Rah: Basically, if it was put into this server... they know about it...

Aubz: Ok… so I am gonna start heading for the arctic circle, its been nice knowing y'all.

Rah: it gets better…

Aubz: WHAT DO YOU MEAN RAH?

Bella: *sends laughing Ezma Kitty gif*

Aubz: oh fuck…

Jennen: Just take this as payback for your years of shenanigans…

Kel: Its okay Aubz… its good…

Rah: I will send you a DM

Aubz: *sends a Chan hiding gif*

Rah: Check your DMs

Aubz: I am so fucked… figuratively…

Aubz: o…m…g… I am um gonna go hide now. Also just remember, I am gonna be able to tell the pirates ALLLLLLLL ABOUT YOU GUYS! So no telling the Kids ANYTHING

Rayne: I will just message Seongwha on the side and give him a list of all your side comments in your server… Like tagging Peach trying to get her to stan Ateez… the tongue pics

Shai: Remember we have access to your server too.

Aubz: oh god…

Shai: If I have to suffer, everyone is suffering…

Bella: Might wanna check the main chat guys..

Writers Collective Discord – Chaotic-Main:

CaptainsEyepatch: wtf? I thought Rayne was into Woo??????

Aubz: o.o Um… Whatcha talking about? I am Aubz Snow… I know nothing.

Rah: Don’t mind the Aubz, she’s been isolated for a while

WoosFoxEars: Cheating on me already Rayne?

CaptainsEyepatch: Wow, I thought I told you guys that you can only stan us?

BinniesCake&Biddies: Its not our fault that they found better? *winks*

WoosFoxEars: Better? I’ll remember that Binnie

ChickieYongbok: I think it’s cute!

Ferret&Flames: *sends a drama gif*

Rah: …

Bella: Now Now Guys…

ChrisHasRizzButCannotFlirt: …

SURPRISE!_ImLINO: Let them fight it out Bella… I need some entertainment…

MamaHwasTongueTamer: Where did Aubz go?

Jennen: She is hiding, she is our chaos starter…

OGMaknaeOnTop: That is an understatement from what I have read..

DobermanInTheDiscord!: oh @Aubz where are you… it shows you online!

Aubz: … New Discord, who this?

Bella: *facepalms*

Rah: *laughing*

Jennen: Didn’t you rant about FicJinnie setting you on fire in the fic @Rayne???

Rayne: … I hate you…

Aubz: um… did yall seriously use the fic Discord usernames?

Bella: They did it so we knew who they were.

Aubz: I feel like I was set up… *nervous laugh* Don’t mind me as I go and delete ALL previous messages and start walking towards the arctic circle like ive been exiled.

MamaHwasTongueTamer: @Aubz don’t do that! I am on my way up to you, Tongue and all *winks*

Aubz: Rayne… Please see other chat…

Rayne: Nope say it here Aubz

Aubz: Rayne… Not in front of guests.

Bella: *insert popcorn gif*

SURPRISE!_ImLINO: Bella share the popcorn, this is getting good.

Rayne: Aubz… I DARE you to say it in here…

Aubz: FINE… IM GOING TO STRANGLE YOU THE MOMENT I FUCKING SEE YOU RAYNE!!!!!!!

TheFaeKingsCrown: @Aubz No strangling the Rayne…

MamaHwasTongueTamer: @Aubz calm down…

Jennen: Bold of y’all to assume Rayne would not enjoy Aubz strangling them…

Aubz: *facepalms* and I just swore in front of them. *cries* I am gonna go die now.

Rah: Not allowed Aubz

Aubz: On that note… I am gonna go finish prepping for the KCONers arrivals. If y’all need me, tag me *kisses* *inserts Homer Simpson disappearing gif*

MamaHwasTongueTamer: See you soon Aubz *winks*

Writers Collective Discord – Chaotic-Main:

Aubz: btw I hate y’all and fuck my life…

Rah: Nope! You love us!!!

[trendywives]

Mitsuri and Shinobu with an S/O who’s really scary when mad? Like when either of them gets hurt, S/O is done with whoever hurt them. Sorry if that doesn’t make sense;;

no, you’re good! It made total sense. sorry for the lonngggv wait! hope you’re doing well buddy!

— oh yeahhh, we’re not having nun of that. you’re right on the person’s ass if they even try to say a slick comment to shinobu. you know that shinobu can easily clear the poor soul who decides to mess with her but you think that she shouldnt have to waste time and air for this person.

— in the demon slayer corps, many of the average demon slayers adore shinobu for her beauty and intelligence. however, there’s always some bad apples who likes to be different from the rest. if you happen to catch wind of it, you are on their ass BIG TIME. seeing how super pissed off you are for talking shit about her, they back off. then the rumor spreads around of you shutting down a crappy person for gossiping about one of the hashira who happens to be your lover.

— hell, you almost squared on tengen because he decided to make a shitty sexist jokes towards her. ( if you didn’t know, tengen thinks more of her as a medic). ngl, shinobu was mad asf too but beating up a fellow hashira is a violation so she had to calm you down.

— if shinobu were to ever get injured by a demon, you see red. its to the point where shinobu would have to calm you down after you behead the demon by. . . . .a sedative. .like a . .wild monkey. .on the loose. .

— she must be protected at allll cost! who cares if she could bench all y’all’s moms with one hand??? who cares if she’s capable of stretching you apart and use you like a jump rope?? she’s such a sweetheart and if anyone disrespects her, you’d go ape shit.

— there’s been times where men would comment on her appearance or send her dirty glares while you were right there. ngl, you’d either go off on em or secretly flip them off when mitsuri isn’t looking. when the two of you eat out, you encourage her to eat as much as she can and not pay attention to the surprised looks from others at the growing stack of bowls lined up on the table. she loves you sm for that.

— mitsuri is also very loved by the corps because of her bubbly and adorable personality but ofc there’s those poopheads who thinks it’s weird and doesn’t like the fact how crazy strong she is for a woman. you overheard a small group of slayers comparing mitsuri to a sumo wrestler because she supposedly won an arm wrestling match against tengen and rengoku. you know what you did? walked up to them, called them all a bunch of wet noodle losers and told them to be glad that they weren’t tied up to a post because obanai likes to snatch up anyone who talks shit about her. they shut up right after.

[its-time-to-write]

Hello! I absolutely love your work. You’re a fantastic writer. Is it possible for you to do something based a bit off of the song London Boy by Taylor Swift? If not I understand. I just feel there’s some cool way to tie it with Jamie Tartt. Sorry if it’s a bit of a generic request

ALRIGHTY gotta preface this, I actually hate this song 😂 Lyrics aren’t bad, but the like accent thing she does makes me die a little bit. BUT. I saw what you were going for (I think)! So here it is, I suffered through listening to this song bc you asked for a fic and I am nothing if not eager to please.

This is also a response to two other requests. So if that was you, ✌️😗 y’all were on the same page, congratulations. This is also my first song-based fic, although all of my works are (very, very loosely) based on songs. That’s why they have such insane titles😅 ANYWAY that’s enough talking from me. Enjoy!

i fancy you

i love my hometown as much as Motown, i love So-Cal

Richmond in London is very different from your hometown in Southern California. It’s colder, for one. And older. Things in California don’t have the same extended history as they do in England. You’re here visiting family for a couple months, although your cousins are trying to convince you to stay longer. 

“What do you really have waiting for you in California?” Holland asks.

“Uh, the beach. Sun. Great Mexican food.” you respond.

Holland isn’t buying it. “When else are you going to be able to live here? We can help you get a job and all that, not a huge problem.”

Holland is very convincing. You decide to stay for a year, single year, and see what happens.

Holland is four years older than you, and has always been the cousin you’re closest to. You’ve had a long-standing bond since being the two eldest sisters in your family. Holland takes you to clubs and introduces you to her friends, including a Miss Keeley Jones who thinks you are “abso-fuckin-lutely adorable.” 

“You have to bring her to a Richmond match, babes,” Keeley says. “Lots of fit footballers.” She winks.

You ask Keeley of she’s dating a footballer.

“Oh god no,” she shudders. “A coach.”

You don’t really see the difference.

saw the dimples first and then i heard the accent

It was a good match, even you can tell. The Richmond team played seamlessly, passing the ball back and forth without letting the other team even touch it. Their conductor of sorts, the one mediating the passes, was crazy. He never seemed to get tired, anticipating his teammates’ moves and those of the opposing team. It seemed like he was always five steps ahead of everyone. Holland notices you watching him and pokes Keeley.

“You like Jamie?” Keeley laughs. “Makes sense. Anyone with eyes likes him. He’s right fit, too. Good in bed, shit with feelings. Well, used to be. Still fucking cocky.”

That’s interesting. “You’ve been with him?” you ask.

Keeley gives you a 50/50 hand motion. “Sort of. Don’t really count it, do I? Was with him at his fucking worst. That’s why Roy fucking hates him.”

“He’s much better now,” Holland chimes in. “Something happened last season and he stopped being such a dick.”

“Holland!” you reproach, laughing. “That’s not nice!”

She and Keeley shrug. “It’s true though, innit?”

You don’t know if it is, because when you first see Jamie up close in the club later that night, he seems perfectly fine. You see a flash of a smile, a dimple, then he says something (you don’t know what) but his accent is… something else. It’s not like Holland’s, or any of your family, but you know enough to pinpoint it to Manchester. 

“The accent got you, didn’t it?” says a voice near your ear and you yelp as Holland slides her arm around your shoulder.

“Gets the best of us,” says Keeley, grabbing your hand. “C’mon, I’ll introduce you.”

She drags you over despite your protests.

he likes my American smile, like a child when our eyes meet, ‘darling i fancy you’

Regular dinner dates are scary, but dinner dates with a Premier League footballer are downright terrifying. 

You made Holland help you figure out what to wear, and when she showed up at your aunt’s house she had Keeley in tow.

“Heard you’re in need of a bit of a makeover,” she grins. “Lucky for you, that’s my specialty.”

Keeley and Holland have brought some of Holland’s dresses and you’re in a dark green one that “does fucking wonders for your hair, babe.”

Keeley did your makeup while Holland curled your hair and just like that, you’re ready to go.

You groan, “God, I fucking hate first dates,” while shaking out your arms. 

“It’ll be fine,” Holland promises, and she’s right.

It’s more than fine. It’s fucking fantastic.

“I like your smile,” Jamie says. “Fuckin’ American, it is.”

You laugh. “What does that even mean?”

Jamie shrugs. “It’s bigger. Brits are more reserved. Like Roy. You met Roy yet? Biggest fucking twat I ever saw,” but he says it with such affection that you’re sure he means something else.

His eyes are electric, blue and dazzling. They betray his every thought and feeling and right now you feel like if you hold his gaze any longer you’re going to say something completely stupid. 

Turns out your not the one to say something stupid; he is.

You’re walking back to his car, holding hands and swinging them in between you when he stops and says, “Darling, I fancy you.”

You grin and he returns it. He asks, “Was that British enough for you? Feel like you got the whole experience?”

“Definitely,” you say. “Was I American enough for you?”

“Dunno,” he replies, “Got to test one more thing.”

His lips are very soft on yours.

met all of his best mates, so i guess all the rumors are true

“This is Isaac, Colin, Dani, and Sam.”

Jamie is introducing you to some of his team. You’ve been dating for a month now, and your first picture together just popped up in the papers the night before.

The boys of AFC Richmond were pretty sure Jamie was seeing someone, but they didn’t know who it was. Jamie had set up this dinner thing a while ago, it just so happened that the tabloids got to you first. 

It’s not even that great a picture honestly, but you’d been around Nelson Road enough that the boys were able to recognize you. 

It’s a little unnerving to meet them, what with Isaac’s intense stare and Dani’s wide, wide smile. You’re grateful Colin and Sam are acting normal.

“We have an American coach,” Colin says in an attempt to break the ice. It does, because you’re all laughing at the absurdity of his attempt. 

“We have heard very much about you,” Dani says and you wonder if he ever stops smiling. It feels so weird and so normal to be at Jamie’s house with a pile of food and FIFA queued up on the TV, ready to go. You figure that if you’re meeting his friends, Jamie must be at least a little serious. He finds your hand and squeezes it under the table as Isaac cracks his first smile of the night. It’s weird dating a footballer, but you think you can get used to it.

babes, don’t threaten me with a good time

Jamie’s house is the largest you’ve ever been in, and it used to be strange that it was only just the two of you, clattering around that big home. 

It’s a cool night after a warm day so you both decided to lay in his backyard under the stars. 

It feels so much like something you’d do as a teenager, and you tell Jamie as much.

“Used to sneak on me mum’s roof,” he tells you. “Didn’t even do dumb shit, I’d just go to look.”

You lay there in silence for a few moments until you feel something tickle your side.

“Jamie!” you shriek.

“I didn’t do nothing!” he protests. “Must’ve been a bug.”

You don’t believe him, but you don’t push it until you feel another tickle.

“Babe!”

“Babe, it weren’t me, I swear,” he says and you really don’t believe him, especially when he tickles you again less than a minute later.

You laugh. “Fuck you, Jamie Tartt.”

He smirks. “Babe, don’t threaten me with a good time.”

“Hm, maybe I want a good time.”

Jamie’s grin widens and he sits up. “You know where the bedroom is, love.”

you know i love a London boy

“I don’t fucking get it,” Jamie says. You shrug. 

“I literally don’t either,” you say. Your dad leans over to Jamie. “So basically…” he begins.

He’s halfway through his explanation when Jamie pokes you. “Babe,” he says, “can we switch seats so I can hear your dad better?” You chuckle then wiggle your way into Jamie’s seat while he gets into yours.

“Why the fuck is it called ‘football’ if it’s with their hands?” Jamie asks.

Your dad shrugs. “Not a clue, son, not a clue.”

The game progresses and one of the teams scores a touchdown.

“Hold the fuck up,” Jamie says. “Why did their score change that much?”

“I know this one!” you exclaim. “Different types of goals get different points. And there’s something called a lateral which has to do with moving backward I think?”

You dad just shakes his head with a grin and doesn’t attempt to clarify. 

Your dad spends the second half explaining everything to a very focused Jamie, and he asks questions the entire car ride home. It’s funny have Jamie here in America, staying at your parents house and seeing where you grew up. 

When you’re finally back home and in bed, you pull him as close as you can and whisper, “I love you very, very much. You know that, right?”

You can feel Jamie smile against your hair. “I love you too, very fucking much.”

[jaeyunniesimp]

your first kiss with them! enhypen as love tropes (maknae line)

pairing: enhypen! x gn!reader

tw: cursing ig? not proofread!!!

a/n: sawry for not posting for so long :( i was really having a creative block (and was kinda depressed lol :,) but i’m back!! and hopefully not leaving soon. if you have any requests, please feel free to leave them, it really helps actually when i can’t think of anything to write :/ anyways hope you enjoy this i know it took so long hopefully it’s up to your expectations (if you have any) luv y’all <3

wc: 1.5k

hyung line version

sunoo (academic rivals to lovers!): sunoo was your biggest (and only) competition. you had always been the perfect student, the best grades, the teacher’s favorite, that was, of course, until he showed up. he managed to beat you in everything or to at least be as good as you. at first it didn’t bother you that much, but he was definitely smug about it, and that indeed annoyed the living shit out of you.

he was undeniably pretty and if you weren’t so caught up on being better than him, you would’ve certainly fallen for him bad the minute you first saw him. and then the unexpected happened: your teacher paired the both of you for a project. she was either insane or genius, no in betweens. as much as you hated the idea, a part of you was excited to show off in front of him.

he’d offered for you to work on the assignment at his place, and that’s were you found yourself. you were awkwardly sitting on his bed, fidgeting your fingers trying to come up with the best answers to the complicated questions your teacher gave you. he was staring at you and you could feel it, which only made you more nervous. you didn’t even know why you felt so awkward around him like that.

“you okay, Y/N?” he asked laughing. you looked up at him ainda scoffed an untrue “great!” making him giggle. he was so adorable you wanted to explode (cute aggression hehe) but you obviously ignore that urge. after a few silent seconds, he got up from his seat in front of you and made his way to the bed, sitting next to you.

“am i crazy or do i make you nervous?” he asked suddenly, almost making you choke on your own saliva. you looked at him with wide eyes, quickly changing your expression to seem unbothered by his statement. “yeah you wish” you answered. “really? not even a little bit?” he asked again, this time moving closer to you, if that was even possible. you looked up at him and hummed in denial, not really being capable of forming actual sentences.

“really?” he asked again, while slowly cupping your cheek and pulling your face closer to his, connecting your foreheads. you held his face gently and gave him a soft and passionate kiss, which he instantly reciprocated. you only pulled apart for the need of oxygen, smiling wide “still hate me?” he asked smugly, which you rolled your eyes to and gave him a small bump on the shoulder.

jungwon (neighborhood crush!): your mother insisted that you’d go welcome your new neighbors with her, which you weren’t so hyped for, until you met their son, of course. jungwon must’ve been one of the cutest guys you’ve ever seen, his big cat-like eyes were truly mesmerizing, and his smile made you melt instantly. besides, he was so nice to you, you and him had started a sweet friendship ever since. you weren’t close per se, but he was becoming your favorite company.

you’d often meet at the little café he worked in, which you thought suited him so well to be honest, everything about jungwon was comforting. today wasn’t any different: you were studying in your usual corner of the shop, your coffee mug now empty for a while, waiting for his shift to end so you could chat and walk back home together (and hopefully grab some dinner on your way).

“finished your assignment?” he appeared next to you, like a curious cat, making you jolt. “fuck, you scared me!” you put your hand on your chest, trying to recover. “sorry! didn’t mean to. my shift is over, do you wanna stay any longer?” he asked, concerned that you were stressed over your studies. he was definitely a sweet guy, and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t make a billion butterflies fly around your stomach once in a while. “god, no, please let’s just go home” you said and quickly grabbed your things.

there wasn’t really any conversation happening during your ten minute walk, which is something you got used to already with jungwon. the silence became somehow comforting after a while. jungwon truly couldn’t stop staring at you. he think you looked so cute, messy hair, a little pout on your face from the stress, he just wanted to hug and squeeze you right there and then.

although he’d never do that, he couldn’t help it, he needed some kind of contact with you. that’s when he boldly slipped his hand in yours and held it like it was a normal, everyday thing for you. he didn’t look at you, just kept walking and occasionally rubbing small circles on your palm with his thumb.

you were definitely flustered, but you wanted that to happen as much as he did. you didn’t even question him and just tagged along on the same unspoken plan of pretending like it was normal. when you arrived to the front of your house, you almost forgot to let him go, which he noticed and got all blushy about (hehe so cute). “well, thanks for walking me home” you said, fidgeting your fingers. “it’s okay, i don’t live so far away” he joked and flashed you that sweet smile of his.

you laughed and were ready to turn on your heels when a hand grabbed your arm, “Y/N, wait” he said softly. you looked at him confused and waited for him to continue talking, but instead he leaned closer to you a left a sweet small peck on your lips, cupping your cheeks gently. “i’ll see you tomorrow?” he asked smiling, like he didn’t just turn you into a human tomato. you muttered a small “uhum” which made him chuckle.

“okay, good night then” he said, and you leaned to give him a kiss on the cheek, wishing him also a good night. he is definitely whipped (and so are you).

ni-ki (childhood best friend!): you and riki were definitely the most cliche pair of buddies in town. you’ve known each other for so long you can’t even remember how you met, you’re his ride or die and he’s yours.

lately, you were pondering about how open you were with each other and realized he never talked about his romantic interests with you, and neither did you with him. to be honest, you were never truly interested in anyone you’ve met, maybe a few light crushes, but that’s about it. you couldn’t quite put a finger on it though, you thought maybe you weren’t made for love.

you decided to do what you always do: talk to your best friend about your concerns. maybe he’s been through the same thing or at least has good insight in what you should do.

tonight was one of your game nights. game nights meaning ni-ki would play fifa all night sitting on his bed, while you sat or lied next to him scrolling through your phone, and of course you would chat and gossip as well. he had been quiet for a bit now, unusual for riki, but he was really focused on his game, so you took the opportunity.

“riki”, you blurted unexpectedly, to which he hummed in response, signaling for you to continue. “have you ever been in love? or, i don’t know, crushed on someone?” he was silent for a few seconds, paused his game and turned to face you. “why?” he asked, suspicious.

“because i don’t think i’ve ever had, i’m worried i might never find someone…”. he chuckled lightly at your response and scooted closer to where you were “that’s silly”, he responded with a grin. you looked at him with a mixture of sulk and offense, which only made him smile wider.

“how could you ever fall for someone else when you have me by your side?” you rolled your eyes at his comment and bumped his shoulder lightly, but for some reason you felt your tummy turn. “i mean it!” you argued, now getting a sense he was mocking you. “so do i!” he threw his arms up, defending himself. “answering your question…” he leaned in closer to you, almost too close. “yes, i guess i’ve crushed on someone before”.

you nodded after a small hum and the room fell silent again, but his gaze never left your features, waiting for you to speak more. “who was your crush?” you asked curiously, and kind of jealous. “uhm, let’s see… you might know them. we’ve been friends for a really long time. they have the weirdest laugh that makes me so happy, specially because they laugh at all my jokes, even if they’re not funny. they’re really pretty, smart and kind, and they also think they’ve never loved anyone?” he said, leaning even closer every second.

you just stared at him blankly, lowkey shaking, and were somewhat happy and nervous with his confession. he started approaching you slowly, until finally closing the gap between you two in a sweet, chaste kiss. you could’ve stayed like that for hours, honestly. “i think you were right” you stated shyly, which made him chuckle and attack you with lil kisses >:( so cute pls protect

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[bonky-n-steeb]

little things

summary || five incidents where you and Bucky fall more in love with each other.

warnings || tooth rotting fluff (the sweetest thing I’ve ever written)

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the first scene is inspired from Last Christmas.

— happy Valentine’s Day y’all!

“Are you sure Bucky?” You asked as you strapped in the ice skates. “Of course I’m sure, doll. Come on!” Bucky eagerly pulled you up and you nearly went off balance.

“Oh my god! Wait! I haven’t ever done ice skating before.” You said as you tried balancing yourself. “I know. Relax.” He cooed.

The next instant, Bucky was right behind you. His chest was pressed to your back and kept his arms ahead and you held them as he slowly began skating.

Bucky was like a warm brick wall behind you, he wasn’t letting you fall and at the same time his body heat was seeping through the layers of clothes.

The ice rink was completely empty as it was past the official time. Bucky had sneaked you in through the back door and you were pretty sure it was illegal.

But it didn’t matter cuz you couldn’t stop giggling as you and Bucky glided smoothly on the ice. The cold air of the night whipped your face as you held Bucky’s arms tightly.

It was the best feeling in the entire world. Skating in the middle of a cold night with the man you loved. It was like a scene taken straight out of a romance book.

And you knew you couldn’t keep this feeling bottled up in your heart anymore. You were going to tell Bucky. It might break your heart, but it might complete it too.

“Hey! What are you doing?” Your heads snapped up when you saw the security guard walk in for his night duty.

You panicked for a minute before Bucky circled his arms around you and sped up and exited the rink. You both ran after that and looked back to see the guard wasn’t chasing you, just dejectedly looking on.

“Holy shit! That was crazy!” You panted as you two finally came to a stop. Running in the skates on the pavement was a wild experience.

“I know. I’m sorry it got interrupted.” Bucky shyly tucked his hair behind his ear. “No no nono…. Bucky it was the best experience of my entire life!. Thank you!”

“Really?” Bucky’s eyes lit up. “Yes. Skating is much better than I thought and it was the best because… you were there with me.” When Bucky just stared at you with wide eyes, you continued.

“Bucky… I know this is going to sound real bad. And I’m okay if you don’t at all feel that way about me or… if you’re not ready for it yet, but…”

“I love you.”

Those out of your lips felt so freeing. It was like letting a dove out of a cage. But you gulped nervously when Bucky just kept on staring at you. Usually you didn’t mind him staring, but now you did.

You cleared your throat in a bid for him to say something and he finally took the lead. “You… you love me?” He didn’t seem to be believing you.

“Yes Bucky. I love you.” The next thing you new, you were in Bucky’s arms and he was hugging you so tight you thought you’d crush your bones; and you’d happily let him.

“Oh god! I love you too doll. I love you so much! Thank you! Thank you for loving me!” He finally let go of the embrace and held your face gently in his hands as if it was the most precious thing.

“Say it again, please.” You both had tears in your eyes. “I love you Bucky!” You both had big smiles plastered on your faces.

“I love you too.” Was all you heard before his plump lips were upon yours. Kissing the love of your life in some back alley as the snow fell from the sky; yeah, it was the best day of your life.

~~~

“Bucky, where are you taking me?” You asked as Bucky pulled you into some bar you hadn’t been before. It was a surprise because you were the one showing Bucky the new things of this century.

Bucky had told you to be ready this evening and he had brought you here saying it was a surprise. The bar gave a vintage feeling when you entered it.

It felt as if… straight out of 40s.

“Do you remember when you told me you hadn’t ever been taken dancing.” As if on cue, old music started playing and people gathered on the dance floor.

“Bucky… you remembered?” You had mentioned it a long time back in passing, without really thinking much about it. “Of course I remembered!” He smiled as he pulled you on the floor.

He placed on hand on your shoulder and the other on your hips and you followed him. You both swayed to the soulful rhythm of the song and you placed your head on Bucky’s shoulder.

“Do you like this?” Bucky inquired and you lifted your head up again. “This is wonderful Bucky! I loved it.” You pulled his head down and kissed him as you continued dancing.

“After that day I searched google for such retro places. And that’s how I found this one.” He seemed so proud of himself, you couldn’t help but beam with happiness.

“You’re so amazing Bucky. I can’t believe you’re mine.” Your chirped out and Bucky smiled back in return. You’d never tire of seeing him smile. “Yes doll, I’m all yours.”

~~~

“Oh god!” You groaned as you entered the kitchen. You had a very tiresome day and the thought of making dinner was making you even more fatigued.

“What happened?” Bucky asked as he followed your trail. You had moved in with Bucky and he was the best boyfriend you could ever ask for.

“Nothing. Just tired.” You massaged your own nape to released some pressure before cooking. “Do you want me to order something?” Bucky asked.

“Uhhh, no. We’ve already had too much from outside.” You had already taken a take out yesterday and had visited a party the day before.

“Yeah you’re right… do you… umm,.. do you mind if I cook tonight?” You gaped at him as you hadn’t expected the super soldier assassin to ask you this.

“You can cook?” You suddenly realised that he lived alone before this so he most definitely could. “Yes. Not even half as good as you. But I make fine macaroni and cheese.”

“That sounds amazing!” You pecked Bucky on his lips and sat on one of the chairs. You giggled when he tied his long hair up in a bun and rubbed his hands together.

You watched with a loving gaze as he strutted around the kitchen. You stared with awe as his tongue peeked out whenever he did something with concentration.

“I hope this is good.” Bucky laughed nervously when he served the meal in two dishes. “Don’t worry. I just know it’s gonna be best. Do you wanna know why?”

“Why?” He asked he placed your dish in front of you. “Because you’ve made it with love.” You laughed and Bucky joined. “Ohhh.. truly the secret ingredient.”

When you tasted it, you realised the pasta was a bit over cooked, but it honestly didn’t matter. “Oh my god Bucky! It’s sooo good. Much better than I expected!”

“Really?” Bucky still hadn’t touched his plate as he waited for your reaction. “Yeah! It’s so delicious that from now you’re the head chef of the house.” You proclaimed.

“If that’s what you want.” He kissed your nose and you scrunched it up. “You know what’s the best thing that happened to me?” You asked twirling the fork in your hand.

“The pasta?” Bucky answered and you both chuckled. You tucked a loose strand of his hair in his ponytail before speaking, “You.”

~~~

Bucky woke up quickly when he realised you weren’t besides him on the bed. Your spot wasn’t warm either and that meant you’d been gone a long time.

He slept with his arm over you and with you tucked under him, and he couldn’t believe it took him this long to notice you gone.

You were a heavy sleeper and once you slept at night, you only got up in the mornings. So it wasn’t a regular sight for Bucky to see you not curled up around him.

Bucky had too many enemies. He knew that and so did you. Bucky loved you more than anything, even more than himself. And he was going to protect you no matter what.

The sleep from his eyes was gone and he got up from the bed in just his sweatpants and stayed silent for a minute, just listening to his surroundings.

He heard rustling sounds from outside the bedroom and he quickly sprung into action. He took his gun from the bedside drawer and slowly opened the bedroom door.

But the instant he saw what was going on, he stood still. You were standing on a stool and decorating the house with lights. You had already draped them over half the house and the other half was remaining.

You were humming to your own tune but then you felt as if someone was watching you so you turned around. “Oh my god Bucky! Go back! This is supposed to be a surprise!” You yelled.

“A surprise?” Bucky wondered as he finally stepped outside the bedroom. “Bucky, please tell me it’s not twelve o’clock yet.” You chewed your lip nervously.

“Umm, actually it’s kinda twelve thirty eight.” You eyes widened and you jumped down from the stool. “I’m so sorry! Oh god, I wanted to keep it a surprise and that’s why I started once you were asleep. I’m so sorry.”

“Sorry for what?” He asked unsure of why you looked sad. Bucky hated seeing you upset. “Bucky, you do know what today is, right?”

Bucky knew what today was, but he didn’t know that you knew it too and neither had he expected you to prepare all this. “You.. you know it?” Tears collected in Bucky’s eyes. “Of course I do!”

“Happy birthday Bucky!”

You exclaimed before literally jumping up on Bucky. By now you were sure he’d always catch you. And just as expected, he easily caught you.

“You.. you did all of this for me?” Bucky looked around the half done decoration. “Yes! I wanted to wake you up at twelve, and sing a big ass happy birthday song and cut the cake and all.. but you see I’m an idiot.”

“No. You’re not. You’re the most wonderful human being on this entire planet who somehow happens to love me.” Bucky had never loved anyone as much as he loved you at the moment. Even more, he had never felt this loved.

“No, you’re the most wonderful person on this planet who somehow happens to love me.” You pressed kisses to his nose, cheeks and forehead. “No. It’s you.”

“No. It’s you.” You both laughed as you kept on repeating it. “Wait wait! I have a gift for you.” You broke from his embrace and dashed into your bedroom.

Bucky anxiously waited until you came back, hiding something in your hand. “Give me your hand.” He did as you said and you kept your gift on his palm and he nearly cried with joy.

His dog tags.

“How.. how did you get these?” He asked overcome with emotions when he saw his name engraved in the steel. “I asked Tony and Steve and they kinda pushed some buttons…” you shrugged.

“This… this is the most beautiful gift.” He closed his fist around the sharp metal and felt it. “Thank you.” His voice was thick with emotions and you held his face in your palms and placed your forehead on his.

“I love you.” You said it in a small whisper, enough for Bucky to hear. “I love you too.” You both stayed there, in the moment and neither of you wanted to leave this cocoon of love.

You kissed each other lovingly before separating. He quickly put the tags back around his neck and sniffled, wiping off his tears. “I mean, you can still sing your birthday song for me.”

~~~

“What do you think about cats?” Bucky asked as he casually placed the grocery bags on the floor. He had gone shopping with the list you had given him.

“They are kinda cool I guess. But I think I’m more of a dog person.” You said without giving it much thought. But suddenly Bucky’s face fell. “Oh…. Kittens are really cute though.”

“Do you want a kitten?“ you asked and Bucky nervously started biting his lips. “Uhh,, yeah. Kinda.” You smiled at his awkwardness. “If you want a cat then we can get it.”

“Really?” His face once again lit up. “Yes.” You we’re about to turn around and get back to work at hand but Bucky once again asked. “Promise me you won’t be mad.”

You raised your eyebrows at his suspicious behaviour. “What have you done Bucky?” Bucky shook his head with innocence and you wanted to laugh at his cute face.

“Promise me first.” Bucky seemed adamant and you sighed. “Okay. I promise. Now tell me.” Bucky didn’t say anything, but instead started unzipping his jacket.

And there, in one of his inside pockets, a really small, cute, white kitten was curled up. “I found her at the side of the road and she’s sweet, she didn’t bite or anything. Can we please keep her? Please!”

“Awww Bucky, of course we can keep her. She’s so cute.” You cooed as you rubbed the kitten on her head. “I know. She’s so white, she reminds me of the snow. Of Alps.” Bucky said fondly.

“Alpine!“ You said as the name came across your head. “What?” Bucky asked a little confused. “How’s alpine for her name?” He smiled widely and nodded.

“Alpine it is then.” You both scratched the kitten and she began purring. Looking at Bucky, a previously feared assassin hold the little kitten so tenderly, made you want to scream with joy.

Looking up at Bucky, you adoringly said, “I think I’m a cat person now.”