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Part I

A/N: So here's the second chapter of Bodyguard. I'm excited to see where this goes, bc honestly right now I don't have everything planned out, I'm just going with the flow. Let me know what you think :)

Y/N pushed her glasses further up on the bridge of her nose, sighing as she attempted to get more comfortable in the chair she'd deemed her work-from-home space. She was pouring through the files that had been sent from her office, signing off on some of the easier cases - shots, medicines, things of the like. She had secured a fill-in veterinary student - the very top of his class - to administer the injections while she healed.

Her fingers were tapping over the keys of the laptop, her eyes never leaving the screen. She was very aware of the presence on the sofa before her, cerulean eyes scanning over her as she worked. She glanced up over the top of her screen, meeting his eyes.

"You know you don't have to stare at me the whole time," Y/N spoke, deciding the silence had gone on long enough. "I don't think I'm going to disappear if you find something else to do."

John shook his head, his hands clasped over his stomach as he sat. "Just doing my job, Miss."

Y/N suppressed a shiver, distaste for the pleasantry. "Don't call me miss, it makes me feel old."

John cocked a brow at her. "You're not old."

"I know," she replied. "But the next thing I know you'll be trying to start with ma'am. Just call me Y/N. Or Bunny."

"Okay," John relented easily. "Just doing my job, Bunny."

Y/N smiled, happy with her win. "Thank you."

They sat in silence for most of the day, the distinct sound of keys being pressed filling the room. John had finally decided to turn something on the television, a more than welcome background noise for them both. He had turned on a soccer match, something that the veterinarian had no idea about, and was thoroughly absorbed.

A deep, irritated groan filled the room and Bunny's head shot up, not expecting the sound that barreled from him. He was sitting straight up, his eyes zeroed in on the screen. "Fuckin' muppet."

"What is it?" she asked, confused by the sudden change. She glanced over at the television, trying to figure out what had happened, but it was just a bunch of players crowded around, pushing and pulling at each other. "Did someone get hurt?"

John shook his head with a sigh. "No, just a stupid call."

"Wow, you're a dedicated fan, huh?" Bunny asks, her brow furrowed. "I didn't take you for a soccer guy."

"I'm not a fan of soccer," John almost glares at her, his eyes flashing. "It's football."

"Not in America," she bites back a laugh. "Maybe across the pond."

John sighs and mumbles. "Where everything makes a little more sense."

A little while later, after the game had finished, a loud grumble came from Y/N's stomach. Her eyes widened and she looked up at John, placing her hand over the offending noise. Her cheeks burned at just how loud it had been - she hadn't realized that she'd gone all day without so much as a bite of food.

"Hungry?" John's lips curled beneath his mustache.

Y/N nodded. "Let me just get a few more cases out of the way and then I'll eat."

"Not happening," John said, authority coloring his words. "I'm here to keep you safe, can't do that if you fall over from starvation."

Y/N rolled her eyes. "I won't starve from not eating for a few hours. I've gone longer than that at work."

"Not with me," John informs her. "Your aunt is trusting me with your care. I don't take that lightly."

"Fine," she grumbled. She saved her work and closed the screen on her laptop, placing the device on the table beside her. She braced herself for the task of getting out of her seat, dread coursing through her veins as she realized it wasn't going to be easy. Her body was aching and, although not completely broken, one of her ribs had been fractured.

"Damn it," she hissed through her teeth as she raised to her full height. Tears flooded her eyes but she blinked them back, the pain slowly subsiding as she stood there. "I swear I'm not a wuss."

"Never said you were," he said, his lips pressed into a tight line. "You okay now?"

"Yeah," she told him. "It just... takes me a minute."

Slowly, she made her way into the kitchen of her apartment. She rifled through her freezer, trying to find the easiest meal she could, and grinned when she found a frozen pizza stashed in the back. She pulled it out, carefully, so as not to upset her rib more. She busied herself preheating the oven and finding her pizza pan, but the more she stood and moved the more the nagging pain in her side intensified. She was all but huffing when John came to check on her.

"Damn it, woman," he tutted behind her, a gentle hand on her lower back trying to guide her back to the living room. "Go sit down, I can make a blood pizza."

Y/N turned her neck to glare at him. "I'm perfectly capable of making it."

"More than," he agreed, his gruff voice right in her ear. "But you need to sit down and rest. Get back to normal as quickly as possible, yeah?"

The woman frowned, knowing he was right, but not wanting to admit it. She felt a twinge of defiance toward him. "If I go sit am I still allowed to work?"

John's stare was blank and he was unamused. "No. You've done enough work today. Isn't your office closed by now, anyway?"

She glanced at the clock on the stove - it was five o'clock, and her office was indeed closed. She pursed her lips but said nothing.

"Go sit down," he all but commanded her. "I'll chuck the pizza in and bring you an icepack."

"Fine," she sighed, stopping by her medicine cabinet and grabbing a bottle of ibuprofen. "Just so you know, I don't like to lose an argument," she told him.

"Neither does Kate," he told her with a grin, "but she also knows when she's wrong. Now go sit."

If she was able she would've stomped her way back to the living room, but the pain prevented her from doing so. She decided to sit on the couch, which was better for watching TV than the chair, and grabbed a pillow, pressing it against her chest to help with the ache. It wasn't long before John came into the room, an icepack in hand. He held it out to her, almost as if it were a peace offering.

"Don't put it directly on your skin," he advised her softly. "Do you have something to take your meds with?"

She shook her head no, reaching out to take the icepack. "Thank you."

"Just-"

"doing your job," she finished for him, looking up at him from her seated spot on the sofa. "It's almost like I've heard that somewhere before..."

"Cheeky," John noted as he crossed his arms over his wide chest, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips. "I'll be back with the pizza."

A few minutes later he strolled into the room, two plates in hand. He had cut the pizza - for a military-trained man a little haphazardly - and threw two pieces on each of their plates. He sat hers onto her lap, making sure she had a hold on it before releasing his grip. "What would you like to drink?"

"A water is fine," she said quietly, a feeling of shame settled deep in her bones. She hated being coddled. John turned to retrieve their beverages when she spoke up. "Could you bring the ranch dressing, too?"

John stopped, his back stiff. He turned his neck to see her, a barely contained look of disgust on his face. "Ranch dressing?"

"You know what ranch is, I'm sure," she said, puzzled by his reaction to her request.

He nodded, turning to face her fully. "Of course I do," he said, "but eating it on pizza?"

Y/N tapped her finger on the side of her plate. "Uh, yeah? What about it?"

"It's a crime," he told her seriously. "A crime against food."

A laugh bubbled from her lips, pain exploding through her torso. She gasped and pressed the pillow tighter against her, "Ow, ow..."

John watched her silently, his hands coming out to steady her. "You alright?"

She nodded. "I'm okay."

"All this over some dressing," he mumbled, his hands still on her upper arms.

Y/N glanced up at him through her lashes, the pain slowly ebbing. "You have no idea what you're missing."

"Fuckin' Americans," he mumbled under his breath, but still loud enough for her to hear, and then straightened his back and disappeared into the kitchen. They ate in silence, watching reruns on the television as they shared their first meal together. John grimaced a bit when she dipped her pizza in the white dressing and took a large bite of it. She chewed it with the beginning of a smile, noticing him watching her eat.

"Don't judge me," she said around her bite of food. "It's so good."

John shook his head. "I'll take your word for it."

"Try it," she encouraged him, holding her plate out to him to dip his slice. "It'll change your life."

He pulled his plate away from her, protecting his food from hers. "I'm good, thanks."

"C'mon," she pressured. "One bite and I'll shut up."

He shook his head. "I've gone my whole life without having it, I think I'll pass."

"A life without ranch," she mused. "What a sad existence."

He shook his head and went back to watching the television as she continued to happily eat her ranch-covered pizza. Once they had finished and John had taken the plates to the sink they simply sat and relaxed. Y/N was curled against one side of the sofa while John sat on the opposite side, his legs spread wide. It was comfortable, Y/N realized, having someone here with her. She didn't think she'd warm up to him this quickly, but she saw what her aunt liked about the Captain.

"So how long have you known Aunt Kate?" Y/N asked suddenly, her curiosity taking over. "She's never really said a lot about you."

John looked over at her, studying her question. "A long time."

"Wow," she said sarcastically, "such an enlightening answer."

John sighed and looked to be thinking about whether he should tell her or not. "It's been over ten years, at least."

"Ten years," Y/N repeated. She was quiet for a beat and then asked, "So how old are you?"

"Old enough," he answered simply. "Why does it make any difference?"

"Because I want to know," she said, tampering down the urge to throw something at him. "Do you ever give a straight answer?"

John smirked and shrugged. "When the situation calls for it."

"That's really annoying," Y/N pointed out. "That's fine, I'll just guess, then. I like guessing games." She hummed as she thought, looking over him. He had flecks of gray at his temples, but his face gave nothing away. "I'm going to say that...you aren't forty yet?"

"That isn't a guess," he chuckled, "that's another question."

"Don't be like that," she groaned. "I'll tell you my age if you tell me yours."

"I already know your age," he told her simply. "Your aunt told me the basics before I came."

"Fine," she huffed, rolling her eyes at him. "Be boring."

John fought back a smile, but he softened under her agitated gaze. "I'm not yet forty."

Y/N gave him a blinding grin, her eyes crinkling. "See, now that wasn't so hard was it?"

An amused hum left him, and he shook his head. "No, but it's so fun to watch you get angry."

She opened her mouth to retort, but a shrill ring from her cellphone cut her off. She dug it out of her pocket as gently as she could and looked at the screen. "It's Aunt Kate."

Before answering the video call she straightened her hair and wiped her mouth, making sure she'd gotten all remnants of pizza off her face.

"Hey Kate," she greeted, fighting the urge to flinch as she saw the bruising on her face.

"Bunny," Kate replied, seated in her office. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm feeling better," Y/N smiled softly, touched by her aunt's concern. "I managed to squeeze in a little work today."

"Don't overdo it, you're supposed to be resting," Kate warned her seriously. "Is everything going okay with John?"

John eyed the phone at the mention of his name. "Everything's fine, Laswell."

"Good to hear," Kate replied. "I'm glad everything is going smoothly."

Y/N took a deep breath, not wanting to ask but needing an answer at the same time. "Have you found out anything about the men who attacked me?"

"Not yet," Kate told her. "Just give me time, Bunny. I will find them."

Y/N's heart beat rapidly, she felt it in every nerve in her body. She swallowed down her anxiety and gave her aunt a small, forced smile. "I know you will."

"I'll call you back when I get more news," Kate assured her. "Get some rest, okay?"

Y/N promised and disconnected the call. She stared at her phone, her mind racing - she had made a conscious effort not to think about the violence that had been inflicted on her just a day prior, trying to push it from her mind completely. She didn't want to live in fear, and while it hadn't been easy she'd managed.

Work and the man beside her had kept her thoughts busy, but now...

"What's going on in that head of yours, eh?" John asked her, genuinely curious. "You haven't been this quiet all evening."

She sighed, picking at her cuticles. "Just thinking."

"Vague answer," he replied.

She looked at him through the corner of her eye. "Like you have any room to talk."

"Touche," John smiled at her. "Really, what are you thinking?"

"I just hope we get them," she admitted quietly. "I don't like feeling vulnerable. Scared in my own home, scared to go to work."

"That's why I'm here," John said, his eyes softening. "I won't let them hurt you, not again."

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holy hell, your price x reader fic is doing things to me. are you planning on making it a series?

Thank you so much bby, all those things are good I hope?? And I have a few ideas on how I’d like to go with it, so it will be a multi chapter fic!

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A/N: Call of Duty brain rot has set in lolol I hope y'all enjoy it! Let me know what you think!

Y/N was a simple woman, or so she liked to think. She went to work, back to her apartment, and sometimes she'd hit the gym. She was what most people would call bland, a wet blanket. Boring.

She was single, with no kids, and no man in her life - it was lonely sometimes, sure, but she liked it. It gave her time to focus on the thing that really meant something to her - her practice.

"Doctor Laswell, the next patient is ready for you," the nurse called into her office.

Y/N rose from her chair, glancing over the chart in her hand before she entered the room with a small smile. "Hello, how are you guys today?"

The young couple looked from the young puppy in the woman's lap and then back to the doctor. "We're doing okay, just here to get Bella's shots up to date."

Taking the squirmy little thing from her owner, Y/N cuddled it to her chest, chuckling when it gave her a few sloppy kisses on her cheek. "You're so sweet, aren't you, girl."

Y/N loved her job. She had always had a knack for taking care of animals - for the most part, all they wanted was a warm place to sleep, some good food, and love. They were simple, easy to read, and never meant you harm unless you gave them a reason - they were with you for life, unwavering and full of devotion.

Y/N quickly administered the medication to the puppy, rubbing the sore spot down with her gloved fingers gently. "You're so brave, Bella. Such a good girl," she cooed.

Giving the nurse the puppy's record to update, Y/N turned and handed the dog back to her owners. "Okay, you're good to go for now. Just stop by the ladies at reception to make sure you get the appointment set up for her final round of shots, okay?"

The rest of the day went by in a blur, animal after animal treated, and, as much as Y/N enjoyed her job, she was ready to get home to her warm bubble bath. She washed her hands and bid her staff goodbye as they filed out one by one until she was the only person left in the office. She turned the lights off, making sure everything was as it should be before she locked the door and walked to her car.

She unlocked her car before she got to it, ready to sit down and give her aching feet a rest. She reached out to open the door when she felt something hard hit her across the side of her head. She fell to her knees, her vision blurring as she crashed to the ground. Her palms and knees burned as the asphalt scraped away the skin. She blinked quickly, trying to clear her sight.

"Laswell?" The man asked from above her, his voice almost a growl. When she didn't answer he grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her face to look at him. "Are you Y/N Laswell?"

Y/N gasped, pain shooting through her head. "Yes, yes, that's me."

Her sight finally cleared and she struggled to sit up, seeing two large men with masks covering their faces. One had a gun while the other continued to land hit after hit to her, her body, her face, anywhere he could. She was crying now, her arms covering her face as she tried to protect herself as best she could.

"Tell that bitch to make it right," the man sneered at her. "Or you're dead."

She was left in the parking lot by herself, blood coming from the cut on her head and her lip. She dug desperately in her purse, finding her phone and pulling it out with shaking hands. She was still crying, tears mixing with the blood that dripped onto her scrubs.

"Laswell," her aunt's voice came from the other end of the line. "Hello?"

Y/N sobbed into the receiver. "Aunt Kate?"

"What's wrong," Kate asked instantly, her voice tight. "Bunny?"

"There were these men," Y/N explained the situation as best she could through her panic. "Can you call an ambulance to the office? I don't think I can drive."

"They're on the way, Bunny, just stay where you are," Kate told her. "I'm on my way to you. I'll see you in a bit."

A few hours later, Y/N and Kate had finally been reunited in the emergency department of the hospital. Y/N was cleared to go home as soon as the bags of antibiotics and fluid were gone - just as a precaution, they told her. They had given her an injection for pain, but still, she found her head throbbing with every movement.

"Okay," Kate mumbled under her breath, pacing from one end of the room to the other. It seemed like time was in an endless loop - Kate would stop to ask questions, jot them down on a notepad, grumble to herself, and then go back to pacing. At times Y/N could've sworn she could see the older woman looking at her, her eyes filling with tears before she would excuse herself into another room.

Y/N frowned, watching Kate's back disappear into the tiny bathroom once again. She wanted to follow her, to check on her, but the pounding in her head kept her seated. Slowly, she brought the ice pack back up and pressed it against the offending pain, grimacing when the ice pack made contact with the bruise surrounding her eye. The television was on in the background, the volume whisper-low, but she paid it no attention.

It wasn't long before Kate came back out, dabbing at her eyes with a tissue. She gave her niece a small, tight-lipped smile. "Allergies."

"Aunt Kate, please you need to sit down and stop worrying. You're going to raise your blood pressure." Kate still paced the length of the room, just a little bit slower. Y/N tried to cut the tension with a joke, "Or walk a hole in the floor. They probably wouldn't appreciate that..."

Kate didn't fall for it and, instead, she came over and surveyed the damage to her niece's face with a grimace. Gently, she turned her face from one side to the other, her fingers grasping her chin. "Oh Bunny," she whispered.

"I'm okay," Y/N tried to soothe her. "Kate, I'm okay."

Kate almost glared at her, no true malice for her niece, purely frustration at the circumstance. "You're telling me that you're not in pain right now?"

"It'll heal," she said softly. "Come on, you've been waiting on me hand and foot since you got here. I haven't seen you in almost a year and I've missed you."

"Oh, Bunny, you know I've missed you too," Kate's eyes softened slightly and she nodded, sitting on the bed beside her. "Okay. Do you need anything?"

Y/N took her hand and simply held it - something she'd done as a child that still brought her a semblance of comfort. The older woman rubbed her hand softly, her eyes trained intently on her niece. "This is enough for now."

Kate nodded and sighed. "Okay, okay."

They sat there quietly for the first time since Kate had arrived. Y/N's mind was whirling with thoughts and memories. Most from the attack, but in between the awful there were also some from when she was a child - so she chose to focus on the good ones. She peeked around the icepack and asked, "Do you remember the first time you and Rachel took me ice skating?"

"Oh God. You were a wreck - you looked like the scarecrow from The Wizard of Oz when he first started walking." Kate laughed. The memory curled the corner of her lips - the younger woman's superpower if she had one - and she shook her head lightly. "You know, if it were up to Rachel she'd be here too - you are her favorite person."

Y/N gave her hand a small squeeze, taking her chance to change the subject. "How is Aunt Rach?"

"She's doing well," Kate admitted. "She's at an art show in New York right now."

Y/N had always been envious of her aunt's artistic ability. Sure, she could draw the basics, but Rachel's work was nothing short of beautiful. She wasn't even ten years old the first time she met Rachel. She was tall, thin, and willowy - she looked like something from another planet to Y/N. She was gorgeous. That day she took the time to show Y/N how to draw a rose - something the younger girl kept close to her heart for years to come.

"She's talented and she knows it," Y/N said fondly. "I miss her."

Kate agreed, a flash of pride in her eyes. "She would love for you to come stay with us - for as long as you'd want to. We both would."

"That's very kind," Y/N felt a surge of appreciation for her words but still disagreed. "But I'll be okay back at my apartment. Plus, I don't want to impose."

"Impose," Kate huffed with a roll of her eyes. "You live alone, you don't have any kind of protection. Your building's security is lacking. And plus, you're my favorite niece."

"I'm your only niece," Y/N sighed. She knew Kate was right, but she didn't want to place any more worry or guilt on her aunt's shoulders. She was still frightened, though. "How does Rachel stay safe while you're gone? Does she have a gun?"

Kate nodded seriously. "Yes, she does. She carries it in her purse, with a concealed carry permit, of course. I taught her how to shoot when we first started dating, just in case."

"Of course you did," Y/N smiled as best she could, wincing when her split lip seared with pain. "So do you think I should get one, too?"

Again, Kate nodded. "You know my stance on that. However..."

Y/N raised a brow. "What?"

"I think I may have a solution," Kate admitted. "You aren't going to like it, but remember, this would be temporary. Just until I know I have the people who did this to you."

Y/N was curious, sure, but she also knew she likely wasn't going to like what Kate had to offer. She waited, watching as the wheels in her aunt's brilliant mind spun, slowly clicking the puzzle pieces together. She pulled out her phone, tapped some buttons, and finally looked genuinely relieved since the first time she'd arrived. "It's damn near perfect."

"What are you thinking," Y/N questioned. "You look like you've solved world hunger."

"I have someone coming to keep a watch on you," Kate told her. "He'll be the one with the gun, so you don't have to worry about that. He'll stay with you until we get these bastards. Until you're safe."

"Are you talking about a bodyguard?" Y/N furrowed her brows. "Kate, c'mon. I don't think that's necessary-"

Kate cut her off. "I have just the person in mind. I've worked with him for a long time, completely trust him. He's top of the line, Bunny."

"Do I have a choice," Y/N asked softly, the answer already known.

Kate, again, gave her a small smile. "No."

That evening, after she was released from the hospital, Kate helped her back to her apartment. She was scuttling around from one window to another, checking the locks as Y/N was nestled in her chair, her body still aching. She had a tablet in her hands, reading over some of the charts of her patients. She couldn't be at work until she was fully cleared, but she still accepted the simpler cases so people wouldn't have to go to the next town over to keep their animals healthy.

"You should be resting," Kate chirped from the doorway of the kitchen. "But because I know you aren't going to listen I brought you a cup of coffee and a bagel."

Y/N gave her aunt a small smile and thanked her with a nod, taking the cup from her hands. Kate lay the plate with the bagel on the table beside her. "I wonder where I get that stubborn quality from?" Y/N joked.

"Watch yourself, smart-ass," Kate chuckled, shaking her head lightly. "But seriously, don't overdo it, kiddo. I know you want things to stay relatively normal, but you still need to take it easy, okay?"

The younger woman nodded. "I promise."

A knock at the door shattered the silence and Y/N gasped and looked to her aunt. Kate stood, her hand by her gun on her side, and walked toward the door. She glanced out of the peephole and lowered her shoulders, her hand moving from her gun to the doorknob. She opened the door and stepped outside, her voice met by another deeper one.

Y/N strained her ears to hear the conversation outside, but couldn't make out any distinct words. Kate's comfort with the person on the other side calmed her worry, so she sat back and took a bite of her bagel. When she heard two sets of footsteps enter her apartment she pretended like she didn't notice, too absorbed in her work, but in reality, she was hyper-aware of the large figure shadowing her aunt.

"Bunny," Kate's called, breaking the silence. "This is John, he's a friend of mine and a damn good soldier. He's going to be watching over you until we're sure that you're safe."

Y/N glanced up from her work at Kate before her eyes shifted over to the large man behind her. Y/N gave him a tight grin, rightfully nervous about having him in her home. He was a stranger, after all, even if Kate did vouch for him. And she knew Kate was only able to stay for a few more hours - with her important work and all.

John gave her a quick nod, his hands in his pockets. "Nice to meet you, Y/N."

"Thank you for your help, John," Y/N said quietly.

John gave her a wink and it was then she noticed how absolutely blue his eyes were. "Your aunt's told me a lot about you."

Y/N smiled at him. "I wish I could say I've heard a lot about you, but Kate keeps me in the dark about most things."

John chuckled. "Sounds about right."

"Anyway," Kate cut their conversation. "The arrangement is simple - John stays with you as much as possible. Of course, you're allowed your personal space, but he needs to be within arms reach of you if you're out. And always in the apartment with you."

Y/N opened her mouth as if to say something, but her aunt held up a finger, signaling that she wasn't finished speaking. "I've spoken to the landlord of your office, Bunny. As soon as you're cleared you can go back to work, but John will be there with you."

Y/N raised a brow. "Don't you think a random guy, no offense, John, just standing in the corner of my office is going to weird out some of my patients? Make them uncomfortable?"

Kate shrugged her shoulders and frowned. "I don't care about their feelings, Bunny. I care about you staying alive."

"It's my job, Aunt Kate," Y/N sighed.

Kate nodded, coming to sit on the arm of her chair. "I understand that, but your life is more important."

Y/N bit back a retort after seeing the look on her aunt's face - she'd seen that look plenty of times and she knew no one had ever won a battle against it. She sank back against the cushions of the chair, her arms crossed over her chest like a petulant child. "Fine."

Kate squared her shoulders, a grin curling her lips. "I'm glad to see you're taking this well."

"This is well?" John piped up quietly behind her.

Kate turned slightly. "This is her being easy. You've got your work cut out for you with this one, John."

John sighed. "I've taken down entire platoons of highly trained soldiers, Kate. I think I can handle a little woman."

Kate chuckled. "You've only just met Bunny. Don't underestimate her."

"Underestimate a Laswell," John murmured with a smirk. "Never."

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Okay, I know I've been gone a while, but my brain has been stirring around and I've had some ideas hit, soooooooooo

Requests are open, but I'm really only into Call of Duty right now. So I'll write for Captain Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz and Konig. And speaking of Konig - I've come to realize the only person I can see as his fc is Joaquin Phoenix.. like, look at his guy

The mask? Bc he's embarassed/was made fun of/doesn't feel comfortable with his scar. Maybe that's why he's so socially anxious? Idk it all just made sense in my little rat brain :}

what do you think?

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A/N: So apparently I'm writing for Moon Knight now lol I watched it over the weekend with my daughter and we both fell in love with the character(s).

Prompt - "No, you didn't just call me 'love' you said 'my love'. That makes a huge difference."

You mixed the batter with a quick, steady rhythm, swiping a piece of hair back from your face as you worked. You'd decided to wake a little earlier than normal to prepare a special breakfast - something you'd planned on doing the first time Steven stayed over - and you knew that he had a sweet tooth, so pancakes were the obvious option.

You peeked up and found him hovering by the counter, his attention dancing between you and the mirror that was on the back wall - conversing with Marc, you'd imagined.

"Penny for your thoughts," you said gently. "You look like you're thinking a little too hard."

"I'm just observing," he shrugged as he moved toward you. He wrapped his arms around your middle, leaning his chin on your shoulder, watching as you poured the batter onto the griddle in circles.

You could smell the scent of your soap he'd used not half an hour before, mixed with something that was uniquely him.

You leaned back against his chest, closing your eyes and soaking into the warmth he offered. "Observing what exactly?"

"You. Just you, my love." As soon as the words left his mouth your eyes flew open. The gasp you let out startled Steven enough to release you and turn you around to search for injury. "What? What's happened?"

"What did you say?" your words came out quick, you realized by the shocked look on his face. "Just then, what did you say?"

"That I was observing you?" he furrowed his brows when you shook your head. "What was it then? Love? Do you not want me to call you love?"

You shook your head again, your lips curling a bit at the corners. "No, you didn't just call me 'love' you said 'my love'. That makes a huge difference."

Steven winced and ducked his head a bit, but maintained eye contact. "A good difference or a bad one?"

You pulled him back toward you with the front of his shirt, a beaming smile on your face. You quickly pecked his lips, heart fluttering in your chest as he chased after you, as he always did, never quite ready to let you go.

"A wonderful difference."

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y'all send some requests in! <3

“what did you just call me?” - some responses to pet names being used

prompt list by @novelbear

"can you call me that again?"

"did i make you uncomfortable?" "no! no, it just caught me off guard. i like it a lot actually..."

"well now i have to find a cute name for you. how do you like 'cupcake'?"

"i didn't know we were at that stage already."

"no, you didn't just call me 'love' you said 'my love'. that makes a huge difference."

"hey, sweetheart can you grab that for me?" "you're talking to me?" "who else would i be talking to?"

"can you repeat that? i don't think i heard you..."

"why do you keep making that face when i call you that?" "because i love it, that's why!"

"noodle?" "yes, you are a noodle. my noodle. it's cute."

"that's a new one."

"you only call me that when we're alone.." "would you like me to say it louder~"

"you keep calling me tiny." "because you're pocket sized. a tiny little thing."

"hey, honey, what's that- what?" "you called me honey..."

"is that like a friendly nickname or?" [sarcastic] "yes, i go around calling all my friends 'my dearest'." "oh, really?" "no!"

"i'm still trying to get used to that, sorry.." "don't worry about it, it's cute."

"i love it when you call me that."

"i could get used to this..."

"call me every cheesy nickname in the book, i don't care!"

"darling?" "what? you don't like it?"

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Are you the one who wrote that Nacho oneshot where somehow Hector found out about reader and made her watch Nacho work and if you're not do you know who DID because I swear that thing has vanished off the internet but I kinda thought it was you

Hey, darlin! I didn't write it, and I unfortunately have no idea who wrote it either! :( Maybe one of my followers may be able to help you out? ALSO, I haven't had much inspo for the Better Call Saul universe as of late (I never finished it lol) but maybe one day I'll be able to pick back up where I left off! <3

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How They Cuddle - Stranger Things (Older) Boys

Steve takes cuddling very seriously. Spending time with you without the kids is very rare so when it's just the two of you he makes the most of it. Be prepared for all the kisses. He sprinkles them along your jaw, your nose, your forehead, your eyelids, and finally a sweet peck on your lips. This man is full of love and he's willing to give you the world as long as you stay in his arms for just a few more minutes.

Eddie is a big fan of cuddling. His favorite way to keep you close to him is for you to be pressed against him as fully as possible. He'll hook his leg around your hip and of course, you use his bicep as a pillow. He stares at you with his big expressive eyes and just very blatantly tells you there's no other place he'd rather be. He is a very sweet guy, so he's 100% going to be whispering how special you are to him the whole time. Honestly, I think it's a given that you'd eventually get a song written in your honor. You are his muse.

Hopper is a giant softie (buried beneath his badge, of course), but he's also kinda timid when it comes to love. He was married so he knows how to be a romantic guy, for sure. But it's been a long time and the flings in between didn't mean much to him. When it comes to you he wants to do everything right, because it's what you deserve. He doesn't want to make you uncomfortable, so he waits for you to initiate the moment. Once he's confident in your comfort he's all about the cuddles. He is the big spoon most of the time, complaining that it feels like he's wearing a backpack when he's the little spoon (he'd rather face all the demodogs at once than have to admit that he enjoyed it down to his very core). His favorite position to cuddle is for him to be wrapped fully around your back, his arms pulling you snugly against his chest. Protective, intimate and so very relaxing.

It takes Billy the longest to get comfortable with cuddling. He likes the physicality of love, sure, but when it comes to cuddling he doesn't really know what's comfortable for his partner. We all know that Billy is a ladies man- he's had more girls than he cares to admit, but he's also a loner - emotionally he's closed off. It takes time and a lot of his type of comfort first (lots and lots of sexy time) but once you have him in your arms he melts against you completely. I feel like the intimacy of it would just have him so soft. He loves to lay his head on your chest, listening to your breathing, your heartbeat. You.

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I hope you are doing ok :( and I really love the Nacho and Sarah fanfic pls keep writing it 😭😭😭

Hey darlin! I’m doing okay for now ☺️ the rain is supposed to start back up for the next little bit starting tomorrow but we’re all crossing our fingers it’ll just be showers and not the crazy downpour we had a little while ago.

And thank you so much!!! I haven’t been in the best mental place as of late, but I really want to start writing more! ♥️

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hey can I request number 46 with Nacho from Better Call Saul? Maybe Reader found a way to get him out without him or his dad dying and it's a touching reunion? I think we all need this after 6x03 lol.

Hi bby ♥️♥️ I’m actually going to make my nacho fic Tip a fix-it fic bc 6x03 broke my heart lolol I was full on sobbing let me tell you.

Our boy will have his happy ending, don’t you worry!! And I’ll even try to work the sweet lil kiss in too 🥰

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My daughters mando is my favorite thing ever 🖤🖤

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Please more Tip (nacho x oc) chapters?!?! Reading them filled my heart with excitement and love.

I went back and re-read Tip and since the sixth season hurt my soul I'm going to outline what I want to happen and try to work on it! Thank you so much for your sweet message, I love you!!

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Part I

Pairing: Lalo Salamanca x reader

Word count: 2k

A/N: Sooo, the newest episodes reignited my love for this psycho and this is what came of it. I have another part to this in mind and I think y’all will really like what’s coming next :D

Again, I used Google Translate for the Spanish, so pls don’t hate me if I butchered it.

The day hadn't started out as ideal - being late wasn't something that Y/N was used to. She'd always been punctual.

Always.

Granted, she'd never had to fight for sleep by... doing what she did last night - at least not since her awkward college years when she was too shy to speak to anyone of the opposite sex.

Her cheeks burned at the memory of her writhing just hours before and she removed the glasses from her nose, scrubbing her hands over her tired eyes.

She'd only known the man for a couple of weeks - and she'd only really talked to him twice for a few moments, but she couldn't get the distinctive charm of Lalo Salamanca out of her mind.

She'd never had anyone dominate her thoughts as he had been of late. She was eager to see him again - she found herself yearning for his banter.

That man and his damn crazy shirts.

She sighed and got back to grading the rest of her student's spelling tests, once again losing herself in her own thoughts, when her phone began to buzz inside the drawer of her desk.

 The rattling noise caught the attention of her students and they all paused and watched her with curious eyes. Some looked around for the source of the noise while others knew exactly what that offending noise was.

"I think that's your phone, Miss Y/L/N," one of the girls from the front row called through her hands that were now cupped around her mouth. Almost as if she needed to yell to make the teacher aware. "Are you going to answer it?"

"Kaylee, please use your inside voice, there's no need to yell," Y/N scolded her gently. A mumbled sorry was the reply and Y/N gave her a thumbs up before she opened the desk drawer and plucked her phone from the stack of papers that rested inside.

Casa Tranquila 505-242-1854

Y/N frowned and put a single finger in the air, capturing the attention of all the children who then followed her next action and she brought her finger to her lips - engaging them seemed to keep their eyes on her. "Okay, class, you know the drill. We're going to have quiet time until I take this call, right? I'm going to be just on the other side of the door if you need me."

The children nodded, some with their fingers still pressed against their lips.

Now vibrating in her hand, the phone kept buzzing and buzzing until finally she stepped outside the classroom and answered.

"Hello?"

The speaker on the other line cleared their throat. "Miss Y/L/N?"

"Yes, this is she," the teacher answered.

"Hello this is Barry from Casa Tranquila. A few weeks ago your class took a field trip to our facility and it seems like one of the residents has been missing her mug since. Now, normally we would just replace it, but it seems that this particular mug is important to the resident. We were just calling to ensure that something hadn't been taken during your trip." The man's voice was calm, kind even. He wasn't accusing, simply stating a fact.

"Oh, okay."

The man rattled off some of the features the cup was said to have and Y/N mentally noted them. Hearts, white background and a small chip on the bottom of it - easy. "I'll bring it by if we're able to find it."

"Thank you, ma'am."

"Of course." She flipped the phone back together and peeked back through the little window in her classroom's door. She felt pride watching the little hands of her class scribble their answers on the papers she'd handed out.

They all were hard at work, just like they were supposed to be.

All except for one student who looked at Y/N with wide, anxious eyes.

It was Derrick Hamilton - not one that she'd expect to steal from the facility, but she had a feeling that he was her guy if the nearly audible gulp was anything to go by.

She stepped back into the classroom and motioned Derrick to come to sit at her desk with her. The child sat in the chair she had beside her own - the one the kids would use if they needed to express their "big feelings".

Derrick wiggled against the cushioned chair and wrung his hands in his lap as he looked at her with what she could only describe as textbook puppy dog eyes.

Yep, he was definitely the culprit.

"Do you know why I called you up, Derrick?" Y/N asked, dipping her head to meet his eyes. The little boy shook his head quickly. "Well, it had something to do with my phone call. It seems like one of the residents we got to sing to is kind of sad."

The little boy blinked up at her. "Sad?"

She nodded. "Yeah. The nice man at the front desk said that ever since our trip the resident had been looking for her favorite mug in the whole world, but they can't seem to find it."

"Oh," Derrick said quietly. "Is it a special mug?"

"It is," Y/N confirmed. "Very special. It was one of the last presents from the resident's husband. She loves that mug a whole lot."

Derrick's shoulders slumped and he stopped fidgeting with his hands. "I didn't mean to make her sad."

"Of course. You're a sweet kid," the teacher smiled at him. "Do you think you'd be able to help me find the mug for her? I think she'd really like to have it back."

"I know where it is." Derrick slid off the chair and slowly walked back to his seat and unzipped his backpack. He glanced back to Y/N and then smiled, holding the mug up for her to see.

He walked carefully back to her desk, clutching the cup as if it were a priceless treasure. "Are you going to take it back to the old lady?"

Y/N nodded. "I think she'd like to have it back, don't you?"

"Yeah," he agreed. "When I saw the cup it reminded me of my mom. When she writes the notes for my lunch she always draws hearts at the bottom," he told her and pointed to the hearts that decorated the mug. "Just like these."

Y/N's heart clenched at his sweet words. "Oh, Derrick. How's this, I'll bring a cup that I think looks like this and you can take that one to your mom. Next time, if you want to know if you can have something ask an adult first, okay?"

"Okay," he said. "Tell the old lady I'm sorry."

The rest of the evening went by without incident and at the end of the day, Y/N packed her things into her bag and headed to the nursing home.

She parked beside a black car, one she thought looked a little too fast for her taste, and grabbed the mug. She opened the door and gave the man at the counter an apology on behalf of her student.

"Sorry for the inconvenience," Y/N said quietly, not wanting to disrupt the seniors. "You know how kids are..."

The man nodded, his eyes half-lidded. "Doris will be happy to have this back. Thanks for bringing it, it was very considerate of you."

Y/N gave him a small smile and the man leaned against the counter, taking in the neckline of the sundress she wore.

She swallowed, suddenly uncomfortable with the attention, and looked around, anywhere but him.

She glanced over a group of seniors in the facility, her eyes moving over checkerboards, games of cards, and then... a bell. Her neck stretched a bit further without her even realizing, searching for one man in particular, and she flushed as the same eyes from the night before bore into her own.

Lalo.

"Ah, Tio, perdóneme." It was as if his was the only voice in the room - almost booming over the mindless chatter of the man at the counter.

He rose from his chair and walked toward her - if walking could even describe the way he moved. It was almost like he had her frozen to the spot, his gait somewhere between a swagger and a dance. He stopped just in front of her, holding his hand out for her own, "Profesora de Canto, how nice it is to see you again."

"Mr. Salamanca," she greeted, smiling when the hand she gave him was brought to his lips. "You seem to be popping up more and more lately."

He chuckled before he kissed her knuckles. "Well, how am I to stay away, hermosa."

"I don't know Spanish," Y/N confessed. Her cheeks threatened to catch fire when he chuckled again and wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

She mentally cursed, knowing that if a look and some flirty words were enough to rile her up while she was alone she didn't know what was going to become of her thoughts now. She didn't have to imagine his touch anymore, it was very clearly there. "Care to translate?"

"Allow me to walk you to your car," Lalo countered, guiding her toward the door. He shot a look at the man behind the counter before he opened the door and led Y/N out.

Once outside he placed a hand on her lower back and she swore she could feel nothing more than the heat that blossomed from the place his hand rested so casually.

"So, mi amore, what is it that keeps dragging you to this place? The atmosphere? The conversation? The company?"

"A mug this time," she admitted. "One of my students seems to have a case of the sticky fingers. Though the company seems to be quite... pleasant today."

"Ahh, yes," Lalo smirked and nodded, "some people are much more enjoyable to be around than others, no?" He squinted and looked out over the parking lot. "Should I guess which car is yours?"

Y/N encouraged him with a chuckle. "Sure, if you think you can."

"I would be able to spot your car before you could find mine," he shrugged, his hand pressing more firmly against her, sliding just a bit lower. It stole the breath from her and she responded with an airy huff.

 Lalo looked amused. "You don't think so?'

She shook her head, scattering the tantalizing thoughts in her mind. "I'd just have to look for the most flashy vehicle here if your shirts are any indication."

"Hm, speaking of our clothing," his voice was just a bit lower now, "you look..."

Y/N felt the sun dance across her shoulders and chest, warming her even further. It fueled her ego to have him look at her the way he was - or was that her imagination too?

She didn't give herself time to question it, she simply let the thoughts flow from her lips. "Mhmm, and how do I look?"

"Very... alluring. I like the glasses," Lalo eyed her before he pointed to a golden-colored, very clearly not hers, car. "That yours?"

Y/N's eyes slid from his and she sputtered. "C'mon, do I look like I'm fighting for my spot in the retirement home?"

"Definitely not," he responded honestly, a hint of delight in his voice. "There was something I'd hoped to ask of you, however. About having dinner with me."

"Oh yeah," she prompted and continued to walk in the direction of her car. "And if I were to say yes where is it you'd take me?"

"My home, of course," Lalo responded easily. "I want to cook for you."

Y/N's eyes lit up. "You cook?"

"Of course," he laughed. "I'm a Salamanca, cooking is in our blood."

"I'm glad it's in someone's. I can't cook at all," she told him, finally stopping at her car. Lalo leaned against the hood of it, looking as confident as ever.

She leaned beside of him, their legs almost pressed together, the heat from his body warming her body all over again.

Lalo took this as her acceptance. "I'll see you tomorrow evening then?"

"Okay," she agreed. "Tomorrow it is."

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Okay but Lalo’s “be nice” had me feelin some sort of way last night… 🥵🥵

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Good Morning 

This is a little something I cooked up from the kisses prompt list I shared yesterday and I thought it was cute. I’m just excited that I was able to get something written because it’s been a struggle for a while.

 #58 - playful kisses, such as, ‘‘i’m not going to kiss you.’‘ ‘‘why?’‘ ‘‘because if i do, i don’t think we’re getting out of bed today’‘

Din Djarin x reader fluff

It hadn't been long since Din Djarin had bared his face to you, and you could still hardly believe that he chose to.

He was a gorgeous man - tanned skin, a slightly hooked nose, and the softest eyes you'd ever seen. His thin lips were accented by the thin mustache and scruffy beard that suited him just so. He was more than you could've ever hoped for and you cherished every second he gifted you with seeing his face.

One morning, as you were basking in the warmth of his arms you decided you wanted to wake him with kisses. You'd never tried this routine before, and you were a little hesitant, but you knew by the way he responded to your first kiss that he wouldn't have any complaint so you followed through.

You grinned, so wide your cheeks felt like they might pop, and scooted yourself closer to him in the cot you shared. You slid your hand under the hem of the fabric of his shirt and gave his stomach a soft touch just as you placed a gentle kiss in the juncture of his neck and shoulder.

The Mandalorian stirred, a short groan falling from his slightly parted lips. He wrapped his arm around your back and pulled you flush against him. His response lit your insides aflame and you gave him another peck, letting your teeth scrape gently against his skin this time.

His hand was big and splayed open on your back, the heat from it almost scorching you. "You're playing a dangerous game, mesh'la."

You hummed and raised your hand higher up his shirt, your fingers tickling through sparse chest hair. "I just meant to wish you a good morning."

He turned his head, opening up one brown eye, and peered down at you. "That's what you call it, hmm?"

You raised yourself up, freeing yourself from his shirt, and leaned down to press a tentative kiss to the corner of his mouth. "Good morning."

"It is indeed," he smiled.

You frowned. "Aren't you going to kiss me back?"

A toothy grin appeared on his face then and you were almost in awe again, still new to this side of him. "I'm not going to kiss you."

"Why?"

"Because if I do, I don't think we're getting out of bed today," he said as if it were obvious.

You chuckled and climbed to straddle him, earning another groan, this time deeper. He placed his hands on your hips and gave a tight squeeze as you leaned down and kissed him with all the vigor you could and he responded immediately. He flipped you over quickly, pinning you onto the mattress with ease.

He gave you a measured look before he leaned down and gave you the sweetest kiss you’d ever had.

"Good morning, cyar'ika."

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Okay, since Covid is really kicking my rear right now and I have nothing else going on... REQUESTS are OPEN! Send in any character I write for and a number and I’ll see what I can do with it!

a hundred different details for kisses (i think)

whispering ''kiss me'' to your lover

wrapping your arms around your lover's neck

kisses traveling from your lover's nose to their lips

breaking the kiss, instantly pressing your lips back together

intertwining fingers

soft kisses that grow more passionate by each second

forehead against forehead

running fingers through your lover's hair

unbuttoning your lover's shirt, pressed against the wall

surprise kisses, your lover wasn't prepared but responds immediately

a kiss that says ''we're late for work, but let's be later''

kisses under a light waterfall

pulling your lover closer by the waistband

kissing under the stars

messy kisses, destroying furniture trying to reach the bed

a kiss that isn't meant to happen but does so anyway

sliding your hands down your lover's chest

grabbing your lover by the collar

''if we're caught kissing we're most likely dead but let's risk it''

hand kisses

exploring each other's lips

smiling in-between kisses

now-or-never kisses

caressing your lover's cheek

good night kisses

''i was supposed to take a shower, alone, but go ahead jump right in''

brushing lips together, lingering for a moment, catching your breath

an accidental kiss between two exes

kisses in which, we've already said goodbye for the day but i can't help stealing another one

this might be our last kiss so let's make it last

kitchen counter make-outs

jumping into your lover's arms

soft kisses while cuddling in bed

i missed you kisses

a kiss leaving you breathless

stopping a kiss when it gets too heated

a kiss on the cheek that turns into a kiss on the lips

trailing kisses from your lover's lips to their neck

''everything is going to be okay'' kisses

kisses that start out passionate but grows more delicate

pulling away from a kiss to look at each other, smiling as you dive in for another kiss

a kiss to celebrate an engagement

wrapping your legs around your lover's body as they lift you

a goodbye kiss expect neither can let go

''we shouldn't do this'' but they do so, anyway

a swirling reunion kiss

''i've had a terrible day at work so just kiss me''

a kiss that lasts longer than it should

tending to your lover's wound, placing a kiss on top of their head, grateful they're still alive

a goodbye kiss that says ''i don't love you the way you love me, and i'm setting you free''

spinning your lover into a kiss on the dance floor

kisses in which, ''i can't believe this is real, but i love you so much''

tucking a strand of hair behind your lover's ear

tracing your lips against the corner of your lover's mouth

light kisses scattered across your lover's face down to their collarbone

pulling your lover into your lap, them straddling your hips

bushing your lips against your lover's, wanting to savior the moment

playful kisses, such as, ‘‘i’m not going to kiss you.’‘ ‘‘why?’‘ ‘‘because if i do, i don’t think we’re getting out of bed today’‘

kissing your lover's wounds after having bandaged them up

mistletoe kisses

surprising your lover from behind, smacking a kiss on their cheek

caressing your lover's cheek

trying to concentrate on a task, but your lover kisses your neck, making your head spin

looking deep into your lover's eyes, before dropping your gaze to their lips

shushing your lover as they try to kiss you, telling them tonight is all about them, not you

a kiss only meant to last a moment, but when your lips meet, you can't pull away from each other

leaning into your lover's touch, their fingers tracing down your stomach, their body pressed against yours

a tender kiss on your lover's chest

kissing your lover so gently, worried that if you pull away for just one second, they might disappear

an accidental kiss that confuses you both, but only a moment pass before you crash your lips back against each other's

lingering forehead against forehead, consumed by each other and barely having enough strength to breathe

accidentally bumping noses

kissing your lover's forehead, then bending down to meet their lips

a kiss to forgive each other after an argument

standing on your tippy toes, frustrated you can't reach your lover's lips

unrequited love that is now requited, and a kiss that proves it

legs wrapped around your lover's body, hands tearing their shirt off

pushing your lover onto the bed, kissing down their stomach

throwing your lover over your shoulder, carrying them towards the bed

crashing your lips together during an argument

kisses in which, ''we just broke up, but let's kiss one last time''

whispering ''i love you'' in-between kisses

your lover pinning your arms above your head, telling you to stay quiet

trying to deny your feelings, but attraction gets the best of you, and you push them up against the wall

smiling in-between kisses

reunion kisses, ''i thought you were dead''

not being able to focus on anything during a conversation, you're too busy staring at your lover's lips

kisses in which ‘i’ll kiss you right now to prove i don’t feel anything for you’‘ but the kiss proves the opposite

kissing each other's pain away, your tears mixing with your lover's

your lover pulls you away from a kiss, asks you to marry them

telling your lover you want all of them tonight

grabbing hold of your lover's collar, begging them to kiss you

sliding your hands down your lover's chest, unzipping their zipper

untying your lover's tie, using it to pull your lover into a kiss

not being able to unbutton your lover's shirt, their kisses are everywhere and too distracting

kissing your lover's tears away

passionately making-out against a wall

“let’s just kiss to see what it’s like” then pulling away, lingering for a moment, then going in for the second kiss

hungry kisses and ripped apart clothes

''it's always been you'' kisses

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Can you please do more sandor clegane imagines or headcannons? You’re one of the best writers for his dialogue!!!!!!

Thank you so much, you're too sweet!! <3

I'd love to write more for him! If there's anything in particular you'd like to see written just go to the request page and send it in!