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cheeeeseburger · 3 months

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B-a-b-y, baby

Fernando Alonso x Reader

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A/N: This was almost called "Put a baby in me one more time", like the Britney Spears song lmao. Also, this was inspired by that one interview where he is asked about not having children. Anyway, English is not my first language, apologies for the mistakes, enjoy!

Cooking was your love language. It’s true that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, because that’s how you got your husband, Fernando Alonso. You had cooked him his favourite dish and he had fallen right into your arms. On the other hand, baking was your way to relieve stress. The night before your wedding, you were up late baking a pie.

Today, you were both filled with love and stress, and that’s why you ended up with your large dinner table buried under elaborate dishes and delicious desserts. There was enough food to feed an army. The entire F1 grid could’ve gone for seconds or thirds and there would still be enough for leftovers.

The reason for all of this? You had taken a pregnancy test, and it was positive. While this was wonderful news, you had yet to tell your husband.

“Princesa?” Your husband called out for you as he entered your home.

“In here!” Your stomach was doing cartwheels.

It’s not like he wouldn’t be happy. He had always wanted to be a dad, but as he got older, his dream of having his own children slowly started to fade away. You also wanted to have children, and although you were still young, you had yet to meet the man you imagined getting you pregnant. Luckily for you two, you found each other.

“Mi amor, are we having guests tonight?” Fernando asked when he saw the table full of food. As usual, he gave you a quick kiss.

You let out a nervous laugh. “No, no, it’s just us tonight. Why don’t you sit down?”

“Which bottle of wine shall I open for tonight? What will go well with all this wonderful food you have cooked?” Oh no. Wine was definitely out of the picture.

“I made lemonade, we don’t need wine! Please sit down my love, I don’t want the food to get cold.” He looked at you, noticing your odd behaviour, but he did not pick up on it.

“Alright princesa, if you insist.”

The meal went fine, but you had not yet found the courage to tell him the news. You didn’t know if it was because of all the sugar, the nervousness or the baby, but you felt like throwing up. At least, he seemed to really enjoy the food.

“Mi amor, I’m not going to fit in my race suit because of you!” He patted his stomach, and you knew it was your moment.

“Actually, I’m not going to fit in my clothes either. I’m going to be eating for two.” You got up to go behind his chair, and you kissed him on the top of his head.

“What do you mean?” Bless his heart. He had no idea what was coming. You put your arms around him and leaned down to whisper in his ear: “We’re going to have a baby.”

“¡Dios mios, princesa!” He got up from his chair and immediately pulled you in his arms. “Is this for real? I’m going to be a father?” The joy in his eyes was too much for you.

With tears in your eyes, you answered: “Yes, my love. You’re going to be a father. In fact, you’re going to be the greatest father there ever was.” He lifted you off the ground and made you spin in your dining room.

He put you down and gave you a big kiss full of love. “How did this happen?” He patted your stomach.

You smirked. “Well, I know how it happened.” You put on your best imitation of Fernando: “Please, princesa. Can I put a baby in you? I want to get you pregnant so bad, princesa.” He laughed at your poor attempt at a Spanish accent.

“I remember now.” You laughed, and he wiped your smirk and your tears away with a kiss. “You’ve made my dreams come true, mi amor. I didn’t think it was possible, but I love you even more now.” He hugged you tightly.

“I love you too, baby. I hope you’ll still love me when I ask you to go buy my pregnancy craving a two AM.” Fernando chuckled and tenderly brushed your hair with his finger.

“Lucky you, princesa. I drive fast. You won’t have to wait long for your food. And it will only make me love you more.”

You made a mental note to buy a cookbook about baby food.

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You and Fernando, like any other new parents, stared in adoration at the crib in which your baby boy was sleeping. Although it was hard to believe, your son was now nearly a year old.

“He looks so much like you. I’m kind of insulted. I carried him for nine months!” You whispered at your husband. He laughed quietly.

“Let’s hope he has your brain, then. With your intelligence and my looks, he is sure to make a great F1 driver. My legacy will be secured!” You lightly smacked him on the arm.

“I’m never letting him go in an F1 car ever! I’m already on my knees praying that you be safe at every race, I’m not signing up for another 20 years of that!” You whispered-shouted at Fernando. You were kidding, but also not.

“It must be very hard, since I also make you go on your knees after every race and more.” He chuckled at his own joke. You smacked him again, harder this time. Forget the lightly. He continued: “Are you going to be very mad if I tell you that I have already bought him a kart?” Your eyes were big as saucers.

“Fernando!” You shouted a little too loud for your liking. Your son babbled in his sleep. “He’s not even one year old yet!” He faked looking sheepish, but really, he was proud of his scheming. You were not actually mad either, you were only pretending to toy with him. He grabbed your hands and kissed you. All his wrongdoing (that was not actually wrong) was suddenly forgiven.

“I’m sorry, princesa. But you can’t blame me for wanting to show him what I do.” You fake-pouted at him, but that did not last long because he looked too adorable.

“Alright, I get it. You will have to buy a second one, though.” He raised an eyebrow.

“Another one? Why, princesa? Are you planning on starting karting soon?” You put his hands on your stomach. Just like the first time, you were full of nerves, but also happiness. You cupped his face with your hands.

“No, my love. But the baby in my belly might.” You flashed your biggest smile at him. It was true that pregnancy made you glow because you lit up the whole darkened room.

“What?!” He shouted, and that effectively woke up your son from his sleep. Laughing, you picked him up from his crib.

“You’re going to be a big brother!” you exclaimed to your son, who giggled in return. Fernando was still in shock. You couldn’t help but chuckle at his disbelief. Finally, he returned to his senses.

“Princesa! I’m going to be a father!” He pulled you and your baby in a big hug. You laughed against his shoulder, as tears of joys were running your cheeks.

“You already are, my love. You are the greatest father there ever was.”

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Fernando was an extraordinary father. He was so good to you and your two sons, who were now celebrities around the paddock. Alonso 1 and Alonso 2, they were called. When your husband approached you with the idea of having another baby, it was a no-brainer. How could you ever say no to the opportunity to give an already amazing father a chance to be an even better one?

And you loved being a mother. You loved cooking for your family and seeing them all enjoy it together at the dinner table. After you made a particularly good tiramisu, you got pregnant for the third time. Turns out that your tiramisu was so good that it made you get pregnant with twins.

That’s how you ended up walking around the paddock, pregnant with twin girls. Actually, it was more of a waddle than a walk. Your belly was huge, and you were holding your youngest son in your arms while the oldest tugged on your dress to keep you close.

“Princesa, what are you doing? You should be sitting down!” Fernando trailed down after you and immediately took your youngest in his arms, which made the people around you laugh. He really was the cliché of the overprotective father and husband, but it was cute. Still, you rolled your eyes at him. It was the children he was supposed to scold, not his wife!

“Fernando, I’m fine. I don’t want to sit down, it’s all I do these days. The girls and I, we want to have to have some fun.” You pointed to your belly, full of two little girls.

He gave you a kiss and he put his hand that was not holding your son to your belly. “I’m glad you’re here, princesa, but maybe use the stroller next time, yes? And you, tete, you were supposed to be watching your momma!” Your youngest son pouted at his dad and laughed when Fernando ruffled his hair.

“There’s just so many people here, I can’t pass with the stroller,” you whined, pointing to everyone around. Fernando raised an eyebrow at you.

“No, we can’t have that, can we, princesa? Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you have all the space you need, mi amor. All the best for my family.” He gave you a small slap on your ass and put his hand around your waist. He led you so confidently around the paddock that honestly it was a turn on.

You blushed and whispered to his ear so your children could not hear: “You’re making me feel hot. Maybe I’ll give you triplets next time, huh?” He gave a you a devilish grin while you made your way around, you holding your oldest son’s hand and your other hand resting on your full belly while Fernando had an arm around your waist and your youngest in the other.

Move over, everyone. The Alonsos are here.

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You were resting on the sand of the private beach attached to your villa in Spain. Your twin girls were napping peacefully next to you, in the shade. You were trying to imitate them, but falling asleep next to the view you had was impossible.

Fernando was playing in the water with your two boys. Shirtless, the sun of his home country made him shine. Every time you had his back in your sight, you swooned at his tattoo. You wanted to fill it with kisses. It should be illegal to look this good.

Him playing with your children shouldn’t be that attractive, but being a father really did make him glow. His eyes lit up with joy when he was around his family.

“Boys, come here, you need to reapply sunscreen!” You shouted at the three most important men of your life. They all came running to you. You had trained your husband and children well, apparently.

“How are my girls doing?” Fernando leaned down and kissed you. You started to apply sunscreen on one boy while your husband did the same for your other son.

“They are doing well, my love. You’re giving me quite the show.” He smirked at you.

“You like the view, princesa?” He played cocky and showed off his body. You chuckled. What a show off. Thank God he was a show off.

It was his turn to get the sunscreen. Your boys played in the sand near their baby sisters. “Absolutely, baby. I’m hot all over, and it’s not because of the sun,” you answered while putting sunscreen on his back. He laughed, but you could tell he was pleased at your words.

“Oh really?” Fernando raised an eyebrow at you. You nodded, acting innocently.

“Yeah, baby. In fact, I kind of want you to put a baby in me right now.” His eyes got big, but he quickly came back to earth.

He threw you over his shoulder and spun you around. You were laughing hysterically. He exclaimed to your boys and your girls who were now awake because of the noise: “Do you hear that? Mamma wants another baby! You’re going to have another brother or sister!” His voice was full of joy. Your children were all laughing and screaming, clearly amused by the fact that mommy was on daddy’s shoulder.

Fernando untied the string around your neck holding your swimsuit top in place and put you down, laughing. “Fernando!” you yelled as you tried holding your top. He was already gone, too busy chasing your boys on the beach. The twins were doing a mix of laughing and cute baby noises. In revenge, you flashed your husband, to which he replied with a wink.

Oh yeah, you were getting that fifth baby. Tonight.

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The room was silent, except for the faint sound of the heart monitor in the hospital room.

“Oh Fernando, he’s so perfect. I think we’ve outdone ourselves.” Fernando laughed softly. You were sitting against his back on the hospital bed, holding your newborn son.

“Princesa, you say this every single time.” You smiled at him.

“But it’s true, my love. All of our children are perfect. We are so lucky.” He kissed the top of your head.

“Yes, we are. I love you, mi vida.”

“I love you too.” At the same moment, your four other children came running into the room, all whispering-shouting when they saw their newest brother.

The love in this room could be observed from a fifty miles radius. Fernando looked around at the room, and he nearly choked up. A few years ago, he had nearly given up on his dream of having his own family, yet here he was, husband to a perfect wife and father to wonderful kids.

After a few minutes, your kids left to go back home with Fernando’s parents. You were perfectly happy, yet something was wrong, but neither of you wanted to mention it first.

Fernando finally broke up the silence: “You know, mi amor, I don’t really like odd numbers…” He softly brushed your hair with his fingers while you did the same to your baby boy.

“Me neither, baby!” you exclaimed, happy to see he was thinking the same thing as you. “And, you know, I think it’s not fair if we don’t give this precious little baby a friend! We would be failing as parents.” He laughed and added to your comment: “Oh yes, definitely. We would be bad parents. Horrible, even.” You nodded solemnly.

“Absolutely, baby.” He kissed your shoulder. “What’s one more?”

Yeah, what’s one more?

This man wanted children? He would be getting them.

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Fernando had just done really well in a race, even landing a place on the podium. You and your six kids were all cheering for him, all dressed up in his merch. He waved at you from the podium, and all your kids started jumping and screaming for their father. You blew your husband a kiss, and he felt as if he had just won another championship.

“A question for Alonso. You had a great performance today, even landing on the podium. Tell us, Fernando. What made you perform so well today? Is it the changes on the car?” asked and interviewer during the post-race interview.

“The car is good, yes, but I got on the podium today because of my family, definitely. My wife and my children are always the reason why I succeed.” Fernando winked at you, and everyone in the room laughed as you turned beet red. You felt like the luckiest girl in the world, and you were.

Okay, another baby wouldn’t be so bad, right?

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smusherina · 5 months

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yard work - chapter 11 (regina george x reader)

fandom: Mean Girls (all media)

pairing: Regina George x OFC/Reader

summary: You'd been in the same class as Regina George since kindergarten. You'd lived on the same street even longer. Once upon a time, when life was sandbox disputes and who got the swing first arguments, you'd even been friends. Now, in junior year of high school, you doubted she even remembered you. The same couldn't be said about you. You definitely remembered her.

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Making the scrapbook was cathartic. Remembering the good times, the innocence of your childhood, was as much of a joy as it was painful. The pictures were all quite good quality since Abuela had had a film camera. Some photos had been taken with a digital camera, which had probably originally belonged to the Georges and ended up in your possession somewhere along the way.

Regina and yourself playing in the Georges' backyard and swimming in their pool, beaming smiles directed at the camera. You could almost hear the laughter. I miss when we used to be able to just have fun together like this. I guess it's a part of growing up.

Regina in a white frilly dress, carrying a small basket of flower petals, donning a crown of roses on her head. She was pouting, clearly unimpressed by the whole thing. You hadn't been at the wedding since it was a George event, but Regina's mom had been so elated her daughter had gotten to be the flower girl. I remember I was so jealous you got to go to a wedding and I couldn't. You hated it, though, which was funny. You used to leave the room whenever your mom insisted we watch the tape. I wonder if she still has it.

You sitting with Regina, hip to hip, on plastic chairs while a newlyborn Kylie slept in your laps. Regina, eyes stuck on her baby sister and a thoughtful look on her face, while you looked at the camera with a smile. She's growing up so fast. Don't think I don't know you care about her. There's gonna be a time you'll regret not spending time with her. I already feel it.

Mrs George, Abuela, Regina, Kylie in her mom's arms, and you grouped together at a parking lot. You and Regina had on little graduation gowns and had scrolls in your hands. Elementary school graduation. The summer before middle school. End of an era. I love your mom's clothes, they're so nineties. Does she still have those jeans? You should get ahold of them before somebody else does...

Remember when I sliced my hand open when we were peeling apples? That was a time for sure. I still have the scar!

You taped pictures onto the pages, wrote little things here and there, hoping the labour of your love wouldn't end up in the garbage. Or if it did, Regina would read skim through it first.

I think this album was the first time we agreed on music. Britney Spears really brought us together, huh? We even learned the choreography of Baby One More Time. Mrs George loved it. I bet there's a video of that somewhere.

Mostly the scrapbook was filled with anecdotes about your childhoods together. You did write a letter of sorts on the first page, regarding your intentions with the whole thing.

I made this for you to commemorate the good times we had. You know me regrettably well, so I think you know how I tend to hold onto things. I still have that gaudy pink Build-A-Bear you made me for Valentine's Day that one time. It's one of my most important possessions, only second to the memories we have together. You'll always be a friend to me, Reggie. If not forever, or from now on, then back then. I love you. Yours, Jorts.

You'd pretty much finished the whole thing by the end of the weekend. You spent Monday and Tuesday decorating the front cover, mostly because you purposefully put it off. You cut out letters from magazines and glued them there, painstakingly forming the words Reggie & Jorts. You'd tried to come up with something clever, but making a pun or a dumb joke felt like cheapening the whole album. A simple name made up for with fabulous decorations!

You weren't much of a painter, but you figured it'd be fitting if the album reflected its contents. It was fine if the roses you painted looked like a five-year-old did them. A good majority of the pictures featured you and Regina huddled around a crafts table, similar projects scattered all around you, young with clumsy hands but filled with artistic passion.

The album in itself was an earthy green colour, something Regina undoubtedly found ugly. The flowers brightened it up somewhat, but there was only so much ages-old acrylic paints could do. You outlined some with Sharpies. If you didn't know better, one could assume it looked like that on purpose.

You took it with you to school on Wednesday. You had it weighing your backpack down the whole day. You sweated under all your layers, and by the end of it, you were sure you were sporting some epic pit stains. Gross, but you were so nervous. You hadn't broken into anyone's locker in so long. And it was Regina George's locker.

You loitered around the hallways as they emptied out steadily, people heading home or off to extracurriculars. As you approached Regina's locker, you swallowed down your nervousness and got to work.

It wasn't hard. The combination locks were all old and weak, more of a formality than an actual barrier between one's stuff and a burglar. The lock clicked open easily and you wasted no time in stuffing your album inside.

"Hey!" Just as the resounding click of the lock going back into place came, a voice called out to you. "What are you doing with Regina's locker?"

"Uhh..." Gretchen Wieners stood at the intersection of hallways, hands on her hips and accusatory eyes burning holes in you. You made the swift decision that you did not have time for this. You booked it.

"Hey! Get back here!" Gretchen, surprisingly considering her heels, started after you. "What did you put in it? You cannot prank Regina, or- or, oh, was it a bomb?"

"It's not a bomb!" You shouted over your shoulder, sprinting towards the exit. The aggressive clacking of Gretchen's heels on the floors as she ran after you would surely haunt your nightmares. How could she even keep up with you?

"If it's not a bomb then what!" How was she closing in on you? It seemed like she was not even fazed by your little race, meanwhile, you were already winded. The exit was not that far away, but it felt like miles.

"It's Regina's business now! Ask her tomorrow at school or something!" The doors to freedom approached. "Stop chasing me!"

"Stop running!"

"No!"

You burst out and quickly hopped down the stairs, two at a time. Gretchen was still on your tail, but once she got to the top of the stairs shouted: "Karen! Tackle her!"

You hadn't even noticed Karen fucking Shetty. There was no not noticing her when the girl sprinted at you with perfect athletic form and squashed you like a linebacker.

You collided and flew into the snow. Better than the concrete of the footpath but it still hurt like a bitch.

"Get off of me!" You tried to get out from under her, but Karen was surprisingly dense. She was small but it was as if there were stones in her body instead of organs. "Fuck!"

"Keep her there, Karen, very good."

"Thanks!" Karen beamed, which was a much more common expression on her than the bloodlust she'd shown earlier.

"This has nothing to do with you." You snarled, still wriggling. "This is between Regina and me."

"Whatever's between Regina is between us," Gretchen said, all hoity-toity. "Now, tell me exactly what you put in her locker."

"A fucking photo album." You hissed, closing your eyes and clenching your jaw. What lie could you come up with? "Our families used to know each other. It's mostly pictures of her, so I just thought to... Return it."

"Oh, that's so nice!" Karen's hold loosened and you went to escape.

"Nuh-uh, not good enough." Just like that, Karen's weight slammed back down onto you. Your breath wooshed out of your lungs.

"What more do you want?" You wheezed out, getting sick and tired of this.

"Why was it in your possession?"

"I don't fucking know! It just was!"

"Hmm. And why couldn't you just give it to her?"

"You think that would've gone well, Gretchen? Seriously?" You turned your head with great effort, staring up at the girl. "Please, just let me go."

"I don't think I believe you." Gretchen squatted next to your head. "We're going back and checking it's what you say it is. And then you might be free to go."

"Fuck you." You hissed but made no move to book it when Karen hauled you up.

"That's not very nice." Karen pointed out.

"I don't want to be nice to Gretchen right now." You had no real issue with Karen, even if she had just tackled you.

"Oh, okay." You couldn't see her when she was holding your wrists behind your back, but you could imagine she was bobbing her head up and down like she was known to do.

You were walked back into the building, going mostly without a fight. Gretchen strutted along proudly as if capturing you was some great victory. Regina had trained her well. You weren't sure if that was impressive or just sad.

"Open it." Gretchen gestured once you were back at Regina's locker.

"I need my hands to do that." You helped out, smiling at Gretchen like she was stupid. Sputtering and offended, she instructed Karen to let go.

Instead of running like you should've, taking the chance you could get out if Karen didn't get a one-up on you, you obediently cracked the code again. Was it selfish that you kind of wanted others to know about you and Regina? Was it totally horrible of you to want to know it was real and have proof of that? Well, if it was, there was no helping it.

Gretchen snatched the album from the locker before you could even think to touch it. Karen sidled up to her, peering over her shoulder as she opened it.

You stood by, waiting for their judgement and looking at the ceiling. There'd been a water leak right there, based on the discolouration. Gross.

"You... You're J. J is for Jorts." Gretchen said. She sounded weird, like hollow or something. "J is for Jorts." She said again, breathy and disbelieving.

"What?" What the fuck was going on?

Karen spoke then. "She talks about J a lot. Like, a lot a lot. A whole lot." You nodded slowly as Karen went on. "J's like, her true love. It's so cute."

"J is not her true love, Karen! They are both girls." Gretchen pointed out. You had to agree. "Are they?" She looked you up and down judgementally.

"Yes. I am a girl." You said. It was true, you were female and around the age that it was acceptable to be referred to as a girl. Even so, it made you distinctly uncomfortable.

"Hmm." Gretchen didn't seem to believe you. Karen was busy cooing at the pictures of small Regina. It was sheer luck they hadn't bothered to read your writings.

"Look, can I go now? I know I'm busted, you're probably gonna confiscate the album, and Regina will never see it. Happy?"

"No. Karen, please put it back in the locker." Gretchen said, not taking her eyes off of you. Karen did as asked with a pout. "What is your relationship with Regina?" The album was back in the locker, but it hadn't been locked again.

"Nothing." And that was true. There was nothing there anymore.

"That's a lie and you know it. If you're J, then you've known each other at least since middle school. Based on the pictures, even longer."

"Who is J?" You asked in exasperation.

"Somebody who she has protected for years now. Somebody who is always better than we could ever be." Gretchen pointed between herself and Karen. "J is important to her."

"Okay, well, good for J, I guess."

"You're so infuriating." Gretchen sighed, pinching the skin between her eyes.

"You aren't the first to tell me that."

"Of course, because Regina has said that to you. Because you've known each other forever. Because you're J."

"Listen, I may look a bit butch, but I have a perfectly ordinary girl name."

"That is not the point!" She spoke fast and high-pitched. "You. It's you. You've been under our noses this entire time! Do you realize how much easier things could've been if you were around?"

"Excuse me?" Now, you were really lost.

"You're excused," Karen said cheerfully. You nodded to her in thanks.

"We could never be as good as you. It was like we were placeholders for the ultimate pretty girl she'd somehow let slip. And it's you. In a flannel and hoodie, ratty jeans, dirty shoes, no fashion sense to speak of. It's you." She said that last part with contempt.

You were reeling. Regina had talked about you to these two. Had compared them to you, cited that you were better. For years she'd done that. She'd never forgotten about you.

"Look, Gretchen, I'm sorry Regina's treated you badly." You'd lost the need to defend her, even still. Then again, even if you hadn't, there was little you could argue about with the two she'd tormented the most. "You can probably tell this is something Regina doesn't want coming out."

"What does that matter?" Gretchen asked, eyes far away and legs beginning to pace. "We could- could finally bring her down. Yes. We have J, we have everything she wants. She'll come grovelling."

You took a deep breath. You didn't feel angry, you were too tired to get angry at mean girls at this point. Besides, nobody could rile you up like Regina.

"You're wrong." You put it plainly. "What Regina's been doing to these people, to everyone around her, is wrong. But what I find despicable is how everybody is the same. I know her reasons, I can sympathise with her, but I can't say the same for you. So tell me." You paused to take a deep breath. "Why?"

"I'm not good at riddles, I'm sorry." Karen said, looking genuinely apologetic.

"It's okay, Karen, Gretchen can answer for you both."

"She deserves it." Gretchen said, steel in her tone.

"You sound just like Cady Heron and Janis 'Imi'ike. She hurt them too. What do you think ruining her life will achieve?"

"I'll be the new Regina George."

"Do you hear yourself? You still idolize her. If you're gonna be the new Regina George, it's always going to be a Regina George world. Don't you want to be Gretchen Wieners?"

"No!" She screeched. "Gretchen Wieners is lame, boring, too eager, a slut, desperate-" She took a deep breath.

"Okay." You said. "Why? Because Regina said so? Why would you believe her? She's just the same as you. Look," You pulled the album back out.

"Here we're in the Georges' pool. She would not go to the deep end. Y'know, she refused to even go in without those arm floaties for the longest time. Eventually, some boy made fun of her for them and that was the last time.

"And in this one we're driving back from summer camp. Regina was already tall enough to go without a booster seat, but I wasn't. She'd just thrown the biggest tantrum 'cause Mrs George didn't allow her to take off her seatbelt to sleep. She went out like a light, anyway.

"We're in Six Flags there. We'd just gotten those ice creams and you can see that Regina's isn't sticking to the cone all that well. Right after the shot, it just slid off. Regina was inconsolable. I offered her mine so we could share, and that seemed to be good enough for her but her dad was not having it. He threatened to take us home if she didn't stop crying right then, that it'd be all her fault that their whole family wasted money and time on this stupid trip. Eventually she calmed down and Mr George didn't have to drive us back."

You sighed. "I already tried this with Janis, in a way. I don't think Regina would appreciate me airing out her personal life like this, but... I don't know..." You closed your eyes for a moment. "I just want people to stop making things worse for her. She's been so wrong for so long, and I know I can't keep defending her, but I just don't think revenge will make her regret anything that she's done."

Karen hummed. "My auntie's been teaching me about karma. So, like, if she feels what she's made others feel, then won't that like... Fix her?"

"I don't want to hurt her." You said, resolute. "Maybe, it could be the most effective way to make her see her shortcomings. But I don't want to. I do not want to hurt her." You looked between the two. "And that's where we differ, I guess."

Gretchen didn't say anything, eyes glued to a picture from the Six Flags trip. Regina had mustard and ketchup smeared all over her face while she was holding a napkin to your lips, in the process of wiping your face.

With that, you snatched the album from her hands, deposited it back into the locker and slammed it shut. The lock clicked. Without a word, you began to talk towards the exit. Neither of them followed you or said anything to you.

You couldn't stop people from taking their revenge. You had done your best to be diplomatic. Evoking sympathy in hormonal teenagers wasn't something easily done, or maybe you were just shitty at it, but there was little else you could do. If you went ahead and retaliated, hurt them for hurting someone you cared about, the lines blurred.

You'd just be another mean girl.

Notes: Sorry for the delay! The next chapter will be the last one, unless I start rambling or something. After that, I'll do a less structured series of epilogues. Loosely related oneshots, that kinda vibe.

Also, my writing assistant stopped working in the middle of this, so if there's stupid typos I'll come fix them later.

I swear to fucking god if the taglist doesn't work I'll start breaking bones.

Taglist: @autorasexy, @wedfan2, @unadulterated-moron, @modernsapphicism , @9unknown0 , @sage-rose2000 , @massive-honkas , @nattys-swiftie , @likefirenrain , @luz-enjoyer , @dandelions4us , @natashamaximoff-69 , @alexkolax , @jareaul0ver , @here4theqts , @charleeeesworld , @natsbiggestfan1 , @brocoliisscared , @yellowwallflowers , @scarlettbitchx , @ayoungexwife , @cyberbonesworld , @syddie-reads , @screechcat , @theenglishswiftie , @gabby-duhh , @sweetmissnothing , @masterofpuppets-10 , @l1lass , @starved-mortal , @nothanksbye07 , @nenas19 , @jvuyii , @starry-night17 , @reneeswife24 , @glorioushamsterqueen , @krononan , @slug-on-bike , @rayisaknight , @chaseatlanticlover91 , @reginassweetheart , @mirage018

(this actually makes me angry. why. why doesnt it work. i type in the @ and then i type in the name and then it shows up in the lil' box and i click it but then it don't show up ;-;)

(this is cyber bullying. the cybers are bullying me.)

(anyway, if you want to be added to the taglist there is no gurantee if it'll work, but i'll add you if you want! just comment on this post :) if anybody has any ideas why it's like this, lmk!)

#mean girls #mean girls 2004 #mean girls 2024 #regina george #regina george x reader #regina george x you #regina george x oc #regina george x ofc #mean girls x reader #lesbian regina george #wlw #fic: yard work

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hp-hcs · 5 months

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i love seeing lorenzo zurzolo in photo shoots and stuff because like babygirl what are you wearing

examples & silly goofy commentary below the cut!

(forewarning: i am a gay trans man who is absolutely going to fanboy over this man. if you have a problem with that, then scroll right on by)

1) douchey newsboy

why is he dressed like a gay businessman

2) yeehaw 🤠

…save a horse, ride a cowboy?

3) las vegas-core

are you about to serenade me with a cover of “feeling good” by michael bublé, sir?

4) queer-core 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

dressed like a trans guy invited to a homophobe’s wedding. next.

5) teddy bear emu hybrid 🧸

who let you out of the house

6) soundcloud rapper’s debut album cover

homeboy boutta start spittin verses

7) britney spears circa 2003

flight attendant. need i say more?

8) me playing dress up in my dad’s suits circa 2009

not the one cuffed sleeve 😭😭

9) …

smash.

10) is that seriously blue fucking adidas corduroy

what the fuck

11) a wild gay at brunch

this is just how i dress on the regular. i can’t say anything without it being a self burn.

12) pov: colonizer

girl what are you doing you european ass motherfucker

13) gay

gay.

14) … 2.0

smash.

15) can we please acknowledge the artwork of two cops kissing

okay i like the shirt but anyone who puts their keys on their belt loop automatically reminds me of every high school sophomore ever

16) 🎶SuDdEnLy SeYmOuR🎵

neville longbottom-core

17) pleasefallpleasefallpleasefall

if i saw this out in the wild, i absolutely would wish for him to fall i’m sorry 😭

18) gay 2.0

smash

19) me getting back to my dorm after a lecture:

i love the divorced dad button up ngl

#lorenzo zurzolo #niccolo govender #theodore nott #god i love men #theodore nott x reader

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lilibrownlabonita · 1 month

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Last nigth- Old Logan Howlett x reader

Summary: Logan needs to take three would-be bridesmaids and a bride to a bachelorette party.

Warning: oral (woman receiving), vaginal penetration, infidelity, casual sex and no commitment (notice for those excited, like me).

Rating: +18

Work count: probably more than 13k characters.

A/n: I'm rusty since I haven't written in months, and I used the translator, since English is not my native language, sorry for any spelling mistakes.

That night was cold and it froze Logan's tired body. It's the last race, he mentally repeated to himself, one more trip and he could go home.

The car stopped in front of a large house and then four young women appeared, well dressed and made up, among them a bride, or at least one wearing a wedding dress. Logan snorted, wondering who had come up with the idea of getting married on such a cold night, but that was none of his business, on the bright side, they had paid him well. The four young women fell silent and decided on a destination. Logan nodded without saying anything and started driving, the passengers generally not wanting to talk to him.

During the journey, he listened to the little plans they had made for the evening, and it wasn't an evening wedding as he had initially thought, it was a bachelorette party. How times have changed, he thought. He watched the four of them laugh and start to drink the sparkling wine they had brought in their bags, at least they had asked if they could drink it in their car before opening the bottles. What he hadn't expected was that two sparkling wines could intoxicate four people so quickly. He allowed himself to laugh as he saw, through the rear-view mirror, the bride babbling and giggling with complete nonchalance.

They were only a few minutes away from their chosen destination, a nightclub that apparently only welcomed women. As Logan told them they were nearing the venue, he heard one of the supposed fiancée's friends question how they were going to get home, as they were probably too drunk to find a driver. He looked in the rearview mirror again and saw that bride looking back at him.

"Can you wait for us for a few hours? We can pay for the ride back to the same place we left from and also for the wait." The bride said as she stared at him through the rearview mirror.

He didn't want to keep driving for the rest of the night and needed to get some rest. They might have been drunk, but they didn't seem to be as much of a problem as the drunken men he encountered in the early hours of the morning when he needed to drive longer to reach the day's goal.

"All right, I'll wait outside, when you've finished I'll take you back."

He parked the car in front of the nightclub and watched as the four women got out, laughing and tripping over their own feet. The bride got out of the car last with the help of one of her friends and probably her godmother. When he realized that they had entered the nightclub, he snuggled into the back seat, closed his eyes and tried to sleep. Over time, his body could no longer cope with long hours without sleep, he felt more and more tired and took every minute to rest.

Minutes passed and Logan couldn't sleep, he sat up and wiped his hands across his face. Maybe he should have a smoke. With a cheap cigar in his hand, he got out of the car and lit it.

Logan could see the movement inside the nightclub through the glass windows, bright colored lights, loud music probably composed by Britney Spears, half-naked men on a small stage and women dancing around. He wasn't supposed to, it wasn't part of his job to be the bouncer, but he looked for the bride with his gaze and couldn't find her.

Several more minutes passed and the bride came out of the nightclub, her long dress swaying with every step, her small veil just covering her hair, which was loose and decorated with a few small flowers, maybe clips or something, Logan thought.

"Is your party over?"

"No, I just wanted to get some fresh air." The bride said, approaching the car where Logan was leaning against.

"I can put out my cigar if you like."

"You don't have to do that, actually, I'd like to have a smoke, do you have another one?"

She didn't seem to be the type who liked cigars, not that Logan thought women shouldn't smoke, he'd had his share of cigarettes for a lifetime, he wasn't anyone to tell her what she could or couldn't do, but it surprised him that someone like her smoked.

"Are you sure? You don't look like you could stand a bit of sparkling wine, I don't want to make you sick with a cigar."

"Don't be silly, it's just a cigar, by the way, I'm not resistant to alcohol because I'm not used to drinking."

"Got it."

Silence fell between them, Logan didn't seem convinced, the woman stared at him, but he didn't seem to care.

"Please...?"

"I don't have another cigar." He lied.

"Well, then I can smoke some of yours."

"You're not going to smoke my cigar."

"Why?"

Logan snorted and stared at her.

"Are you always so grumpy?"

"I'm not a grouch."

"Well, you seem to be, you're also very quiet."

"Passengers don't usually want to talk."

"But I do."

"Why?"

"I don't have much to do right now, my bridesmaids are having fun and I don't want to get in the way, all I can do is stay here."

"You can go back to your bachelorette party and stay there."

"I don't want to go back into that club, I don't like the noise."

"Then why did you decide to have a bachelorette party?"

"It wasn't my idea, my friends thought it would be fun and I just agreed."

Again, they both fell silent.

A strong wind hit them and the bride tried to cover herself with her arms, her long dress swayed and she grimaced as she felt the cold.

Logan stretched out his hand and offered her his cigar, he didn't look at her.

"Have a smoke, it'll warm you up."

Without question, she took the cigar and puffed. Looking around, she wondered why she had agreed to be there.

"When will it be?"

"What?"

"Your wedding, when is it happening?"

"In a few days, two nights to be exact."

She approached and tried to return the cigar, but he denied it.

"No, throw it away, get in the car if you want, the wind might give you the flu."

The bride threw the cigar on the ground and stomped on it with her golden heels, opened the car door and got in.

"Aren't you getting in with me?" She asked when she saw Logan closing the door.

"No, I'm fine out here."

"You're lying, you're probably more likely to get sick than I am."

Logan glared at her through the glass.

"Why?"

"Because you're old."

"No, I'm not." He knew he was, but he didn't want her to think he was that old.

"I didn't mean to offend you, I just don't want you to get tired in the cold."

Grumpy, or at least pretending to be grumpy, Logan got into the car and sat down next to her.

"Do you think your friends will stay long?"

"Why? Do you want to get rid of me?"

"No, I just thought they'd notice you were gone and go back to the car."

"They're having too much fun to notice my absence."

Logan shut up and felt the fiancée's gaze on him. He tried to ignore her presence, tried to ignore the scent emanating from her body and pleasing his nostrils.

"Are you married?"

His eyes widened, married? Logan had never imagined himself married, least of all now.

"Why are you asking?"

"Curiosity."

"I'm not married."

"You didn't get married because you didn't want to or because you couldn't?"

"Maybe I'm too old for that."

"You're old, but you're handsome, I think someone would want to marry you."

He didn't know what to say, except to stay silent and wonder if he'd heard wrong or if she'd really called him handsome, cheeky girl, he thought.

"Sorry, did I make you shy?" She smiled.

He rolled his eyes at her and snorted, smiling that she was toying with him.

"Do you think I'm lying?"

"No." He lied.

"I can prove that I'm not lying if I want to." He's so petty, she told herself.

"You don't have to prove anything to me."

"But I want to."

"Well, how do you intend to do that?" He stared at her.

"Kiss me." She didn't know exactly why she wanted to kiss that stranger, maybe it was his bitter, sad face that attracted her, but either way, she certainly didn't care about the consequences, it was her bachelorette party.

If he was smoking, he'd probably choke on the smoke.

"What?" He stared at her.

"I said I want you to kiss me."

"No, not at all."

"Don't you think I'm pretty?" She said, resting her head on the bench and blinking her eyes at him.

"It's not that."

"So, what? Is it because I'm getting married?" She asked and saw him turning to her, so that was it, she thought.

"No, it's not that."

"Well, anyway, my fiancé doesn't care what I do if wants to know."

"Then why are you getting married?"

"Long story."

Maybe she didn't trust him enough to tell him her story with her future husband, but it didn't matter, he wanted to kiss that woman in her wedding dress, he needed to feel good, it had been a long time since he had felt someone else's skin against his, always having to look after Charles and his friend, there was no time left for himself.

"Are you going to kiss me or not?"

"Do you always look for unknown men to kiss?"

"Only when they're old and beautiful." She smiled, her red lipstick decorating her lips well, making them look so kissable.

"Besides, it's my bachelorette party, I think I deserve a kiss." She was right, so young, probably getting married and maintaining a married life for years just to please her family.

Logan didn't say anything, he just slowly approached the fiancée, her breath hitched against his skin and he finally pressed his lips against hers. The kiss was slow, but Logan didn't complain. It was nice to feel that time had stopped and that he didn't need to rush.

It took a few seconds for them to pull away, they both stared at each other, suddenly that chill disappeared, maybe it was because they were inside the car and all the car windows were locked or maybe it was because that kiss made them sweat and gasp.

"Do you want to kiss me again?" She asked as the two of them looked at each other as if they had been in love for years, as if he were her fiancé and this were their honeymoon. Of course not, but she liked to think and imagine that yes, that sad stranger was her future husband.

Logan just nodded and kissed her again. This time, he was more daring, more intense, he held her by the back of the neck so that she wouldn't run away from him, so that she would kiss him harder. Their tongues touched several times, and occasionally they let out little moans, as if they were having sex, even though they were both still fully clothed. That's it, Logan thought, they were still dressed.

"Let's stop here."

"Why?" she asked, blushing and with her red mouth stained by smeared lipstick, Logan didn't look at her.

"I don't want to cross the line."

The bride realized what he meant, smiled and moved closer to him, touched the stranger's tired, stiff shoulders and whispered in his ear.

"I want to fuck you in this car."

"You don't know what you're saying, you're drunk." He said, his voice thick and hoarse due to his dry throat, perhaps he was missing that woman's saliva.

"I'm not drunk, I've had nothing but those sparkling wines and I'm sure the little alcohol has already gone from my digestive system."

"You don't even know my name, you don't know me and you're getting married, I don't want you to regret what you're doing."

"I won't regret it, anyway, you don't have to care about that. Why don't you tell me your name and we'll kiss again?" He finally looked at her again, stared at her for a few seconds and sighed.

"Logan."

She smiled.

Soon he was on top of that fiancée again, his mouth pressed against hers, his rough, large hands gripping her waist tightly, as if at any moment she would escape.

In the midst of the kisses, she slowly pushed off her suit, then her shirt, and finally, with difficulty, her tank top. Logan mentally thanked the lack of lighting in the car, he didn't want to answer any questions about his bruises and cuts.

Need coursed through Logan's old veins, and despite his age, he still had a sharp nose. The smell of that fiancée's wet pussy was driving him crazy, his throat was dry again, he wanted to taste her wetness, before his cock burned with the amount of hot blood that centered on his cock. He stood up and helped her wrap her dress around her waist. The voluminous dress irritated him, but he couldn't deny how beautiful it looked on her. When Logan knelt down, he saw the sheen of moisture running down her thighs, a pity that the lack of lighting didn't let him see all of that pussy, and his vision wasn't the best.

He approached her thighs and kissed them, feeling her lubrication on his lips, he moaned and licked, every drop that ran down her crotch was consumed by Logan's tongue, when he was satisfied with his work he tried to catch the fiancée's gaze and faced her, his tongue slowly came out of his mouth and licked her wet pussy, he heard her moan and close her eyes tightly, her thighs tightened around his head, Logan moved his tongue up and down, trying to feel her pussy on his tongue, moaning and grunting he closed his lips around her small clit and sucked, the woman screamed and held Logan's grey tufts tightly pushing him against her pussy, he tried to memorize the image of that woman in his head, he knew he would hardly find anyone as beautiful as her now, he licked her again and kept the image of her biting her lower lip, his tongue positioned itself against her small wet hole and she looked at him and nodded repeatedly, Logan began to penetrate her pussy with his tongue, in, out, in, out, the bride whimpered and squirmed as she came.

She could see his gray beard wet as he stood up and approached to kiss her lips again. His nails lightly scratched the skin of her large back, and he hurried to undo his belt.

He didn't bother taking off his pants, just unzipped them and pulled his thick cock out of his underwear. Logan looked at her as he rubbed the tip of his cock against her wet pussy. Seeing her eyebrows draw together and her eyes close, he smiled and positioned his member against her wet hole. He felt that little hole sucking him in and moaned loudly as he pushed his entire length inside.

"Fuck, baby, you're going to kill me." He said as he felt his cock being squeezed hard by her.

The bride moaned and pushed her hips against Logan's, trying to feel him more deeply. He understood what she was trying to do and began to slowly thrust his hips against her, his cock entering her pussy and coming out wetter and wetter, the gray hairs on Logan's groin stained with her lubrication, a few seconds later he couldn't stand being so slow.

Logan's mind clouded over as he tried to concentrate on the speed of her hips, moving further and further away from consciousness and closer to the sensation that coursed through the veins of his cock and up into his brain. His breathing became shaky and the muffled smell of sex in the limousine made him lose control. His hips thrust harder against her pussy, soon the impact was no longer enough, he thrust his hips faster, she scratched him and moaned in his ear.

"Logan, Logan, Logan." She whimpered, spreading her legs as wide as she could.

Logan's eyes rolled back and closed, the only thing he could feel were nails in his back, his cock going in and out of that wet, hot hole, in, out, in, out, in... out..., the loud moans in his ear and the need to come inside that womb coursing through his veins. He knew he was close to cumming, and he felt that pussy squeezing him tighter and tighter, she was close too.

"Come for me, baby, squeeze my cock and come around it." He said, looking at her, who had a red face and mascara smeared around her eyes. The veil was still firmly in place in her hair, even though he was thrusting his cock hard enough to rock her body with every thrust.

"Come on, baby, get my cock wet, squeeze me hard... I'm close." Logan's voice sounded thicker and needier, the bride found it so exciting, an old man who was almost crying to have his cock squeezed.

"Will you come inside me? Please?" She moaned, she knew it would drive him crazy.

"Fuck yes, I'm going to come in that pussy, I'm going to fill you up, squeeze me tight, I know you want my cum, baby." He felt that at any moment his cock was going to explode inside that hot wetness, his balls were heavy and he needed to come inside her or he would go crazy, Logan pushed his member against her until he felt his balls slap against his fiancée's cute ass, he felt like he could die at any moment.

The two of them looked at each other and saw the lust in their eyes, they kissed and continued thrusting their hips against each other. The bride's legs trembled and wrapped around him, her pussy clenched around Logan's member and he felt her cum spreading over his member. Logan penetrated her with difficulty and emptied himself inside her, grunting in her ear.

Neither of them moved or said anything, they just snuggled with Logan inside, just a few minutes they both thought, they needed to get some rest.

Unfortunately, neither of them planned to sleep, but they both woke up to laughter outside the limousine, heels tapping with every step the three bridesmaids took and whispers about the bride's whereabouts.

During the journey home, neither the bride nor the driver looked at each other or said anything, nor did they comment on the smudged make-up or the suit that had only a white tank top underneath instead of a shirt. Luckily, the three bridesmaids were too drunk to notice the details.

When the car stopped in front of that house again, the bride and her friends got out of the car. The payment was made by one of the drunk women who also gave Logan a fat tip, he thanked her and drove away from the place. He knew it was nothing more than a bachelorette party, he was too old and had too complicated a life to offer that bride another ride.

#logan howlett #deadpool and wolverine #wolverine x reader #wolverine #logan x reader #Marvel #old logan #logal Howlett x reader #hugh jackman

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soulc-hilde · 4 months

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Game Shakers / Ch. 03

from the river to the sea, palestine will be free 🇵🇸 READ: this account stands with palestine, and so— i require everyone who interacts to educate themselves, and support/donate. READ THESE; 1 and 2, HELP HERE, BOYCOTT. silence is complicity, do not scroll past this.

Pairing: Eminem x OFC!

Warning(s): Cursing, Drug Abuse, Racial Discrimination, Sexual Assault, more may be on the way as the story progresses

Summary: 2000s is quite the highlight between the fashion and rise of pop culture. Seemingly the new faces of shock value, rapper Marshall Mathers and rockstar King Woods finds a common ground amongst the unnecessary bullshit.

2019

“When I say that Marshall is a charmin’ son’f a bitch, I fucking mean it,” King laughs, shaking her head.

“Why is that?”

“So, after the VMAs, there was an after party, right?” She rhetorically asks. “I hate those damn things with my soul, but we had to stick it out until we were allowed to go home.”

A huge smile begins to grow across her face, “Matteo had made a deal with me that day and it was, if I could stay there for like… half an hour, I could leave early and Marshall walks into the party…”

1999

Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera, N*SYNC, and whoever the fuck else crowded surrounded the venue on top of the heaping bodies of their plus ones and management teams, maybe even sneaky fan and paparazzi here and there.

Sitting in a section on the 2nd, per King’s request, the sixtet drank and made jokes about… well, they made not so nice jokes. They people watched from the balcony, amused at how such televised royalties could act so trashy under the influence. It was so stupid. This entire shit-tick was stupid.

Nursing her beer, she added the occasional hums into the conversation as her friends actively talked. “Fuck, work,” Matteo smiled, “we can talk about it later. Iris, Tink, how’s your lovers?”

The two laughed, shaking their heads at the mocking sounds of kissing. Tink spoke first, “Carson’s doing fine. I’m sure he lost his mind when we won our awards and performed. He’s like our #1 fan, he just needs the fucking styrofoam finger.”

They laughed, picturing the 6’7” sized man jumping with that damn finger on his hand - that is, if there was one big enough for his hands. Irish then chimed in, “Terrance is good, too. We’ve been hustling about, getting our shit in order for the wedding.”

“Speaking of which,” Maliyah trailed, “did you guys speak on making your relationship public or keeping it private?” Iris nodded, “we want to go public, but we’re thinking about doing it after the wedding.”

Everyone nodded before continuing. King glanced over the balcony to meet a pair of cerulean eyes staring up at her. Paired with such beautiful features was bleach blond hair and slightly chapped lips that sat in a natural pout. A small smile stretched across her face and before she could stop herself, she waved him up.

With a small smile of his own, he sent a nod her way and made his way to the stairs with Dre and Proof following behind. He weaved around the crowd, never leaving her own. Just footsteps away from her table, he nearly started speed walking to sit beside her.

“Uh, hey,” he greeted softly, chubby cheeks pulled back to reveal a small smile and hidden dimple.

Charmed, King leaned against the booth, smiling. “Howdy,” she laughed, sipping her drink. "How'd you like your first award show?" He shrugs, eyes bouncing around the venue to avoid her dark ones.

"It's a'ight," he answered, "it's crowded and the whole carpet thing is stupid as hell." King snorted, "you ain't say nothin' but a word. At our first event, journalists were calling me a bitch all because I couldn't be bothered to play stupid."

The two shared a laugh. Marshall fumbled with a loose thread on his button up, debating on his next move when he suddenly blurted: "Just like how that reporter tried to get you slandering my name, huh?"

Instantly, the two perk up, waiting for the other to make their move. King made her's first, setting her drink down with a sigh. "I'm guessing she then snitched away? If there's one thing not alot are warned when signing their life away, these industry folks are snakes."

"From your colleagues in the business down to the reporters," she continued, shaking her head, "you never know who's willing to switch up at the drop of dime."

He added on, "but you and the others didn't. Y'all could've written me off as every name in the headlines and walked off, stirring shit just to stir shit, but you didn't. Why?"

King bit her lip, memories of her own encounters with the phonies of Hollywood came flooding in. "I've had my fair share of sellouts and backstabbers. I mean, look at the genre I mainly partake in... it's a field of white men projecting their lies and deceit onto us because we're women who aren't afraid to strum a guitar."

"I 'ppreciate it," he hummed, "truly. Speaking of you strummin' a guitar, how'd you even get into all of this anyways? Not to sound like those who wish on my downfall, but wouldn't rock be considered a 'white genre'?" His fingers quoted around the ridiculous phrase.

King smirked, "not really. the genre was created off of blues and jazz, much like country. Hearing us on the radio was far better than Chuck Berry or Little Richard on stage all because they were black and then Elvis came along. Now, flash forward to right now."

Marshall nodded, smirking, "don't tell me you're a country girl. I could handle the whole rock look, you look fine as hell, but country? Like, yeehaw? Oh, nah." King fell into a guffaw, her head falling back against the booth as he watched with satisfaction.

"You're goofy as hell, man," she wiped her eyes. "First off, your yeehaw was off. Secondly, so what if I'm a country girl? Don't tell me that a little accen' can easily push ye' away."

He bit his lip, eyeing her down with a charming side grin. "Mhm," he nodded, "never mind." She raised an eyebrow, "wha'chu mean? I already got'chu thinkin', huh?" She laughed, "regardless, I'm not a country girl, I was raised more in the city than the countryside unlike my parents."

"What'a'bout you? I know, fo'so you're a city boy," she giggled. Marshall playfully smacked his lips, "shut up. I'm from, uh, Detroit. I lived in the trailer park, mostly." King nods, listening closely.

He shrugged, "I mean, I have family in the south. They're from Missouri, I've lived back and forth, but spent most of my time in Detroit." She raised an eyebrow, leaning back, "Missouri roots? I've never been with a Missouri boy before."

"Oh?" Marshall playfully leaned back, his hand laying flat on his heart. "So, I'm takin' you want'a piece of me?" King snickered, bitting the inside of her cheek as a desperate measure to hide her smile. "Never said that. You're just new to me."

He raised an eyebrow now, "oh, so white boys being nice to you is new? Tell me more." King silently side-eyes the younger man, cheesing. Breaking their staredown, Matteo nodded his head at King with a soft smile. "30 minutes is up, King, you can head for the hotel, if you want to."

She nodded, sending him a silent thanks. "What does that mean?" Marshall asked. "Is that an escape plan or somethin'?" She laughed, "yeah. Somethin' like that. Matteo and I usually agree that I stick around this bullshit for 30 minutes and then I can head home."

"You're really not a fan of these things, are you?" He acknowledged her truth. She shaked her head, "if I could hate people, I would. If you want, we can hang out somewhere else. I don't have to go back to the hotel."

Marshall sent a small smile her way, "I'm not gonna bother you or anything like that?" King smiled back, "you couldn't, even if you tried." He nodded, "lead the way, then. I'm not picky." The two leave, sending quick waves while ignoring the joking catcalls.

He couldn't believe it, women was a sore topic for him as he tended to lay all the trauma from his mother and the inherited toxicity of Kim onto every other woman in the world, but King gifted him a different perspective. There was an obvious edge to her, it was like some puzzled code, but she didn't allow it to live life through her.

2019

"I don't publicly speak on much when it comes to King and I, and for a reason," Marshall sighs, speaking with every thought. "But, that night was probably the best night of my life back then."

"Since your overdose, you've stated before that there's a number of things from the past you just can't remember. Would say that it's the same for all of your memories with King?"

Marshall nods, "every moment I had with her in the start, I remember. From our good moments to our bad ones, I can think of them and smile. That may be because I always associated her with happiness and relief, or uh, a sense of comfort. I've never had that as a child and I never felt that with Kim."

"Would you say that night, is the night that you fell in love with her?'

"Surprisingly," he pauses, "no. No, that wasn't the night that I fell in love with her."

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thatgirlstrawberry · 2 years

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Sick Surprise pt. 11 - Wedding Planning

In which Y/N and Spencer fight over planning the wedding

Warnings: allusions to sex, fluff, angst, sadness, Derek Morgan is just the best advice giver, lmk if I missed anything!

Spencer Reid x fem!reader

“Oh baby, baby. How was I supposed- to know?” Y/N whipped her head in each direction to the music that was playing. Britney Spears to be specific. All she had on was one of his button up shirts and a pair of underwear. Spencer had no room to laugh though because all he was wearing was the bright red tie that went with the shirt his fiancé was wearing and his boxers. “That something wasn’t right? Oh baby, baby, I shouldn’t let you go.”

She sang the rest of the song, twirling around. Her hips shook from side to side trying to tease Spencer. At one point she tugged up from the spot on the edge of the bed by his tie and tried to twirl him around but they ended up a pile of limbs on floor.

Y/N let out a loud laugh. “Are you seriously hard right now!?” She cackled.

The only reason she was able to be so loud was because Eloise was staying at her grandparents house for the weekend. It took everything in her to let her daughter out of her sight after the Jake situation but they convinced her by saying that they’d FaceTime every night.

Now, they laid on the floor trying to catch their breaths from laughing so hard. “You’re laying on top of me in your underwear and my shirt. Of course I’m hard.”

Y/N giggled and sat up, straddling his hips where she could really feel him. “Baby, please.” He groaned. She smirked and leaned down to kiss him on the lips.

“Nope.” She hummed. “We agreed that we’d start planning today.”

Spencer chuckled and bucked his hips a little. “We can plan after. Please I need you.”

Y/N couldn’t resist his puppy dog eyes and his rock hard dick underneath her. She bit her lip and ground her hips, letting a soft breath escape her lips and smiled and he groaned.

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Four hours later and they still had not gotten to any of the plans. It was like he was avoiding it. Every time she brought it up he found something else to talk about.

Maybe it was too soon for him. Maybe he changed his mind about her. Maybe he didn’t want to be tied down to her and Eloisey. Maybe he realized that her parents were right and that she was a mess. Was this his way of letting her know without letting her know?

One thing Y/N did when she felt she was getting abandoned was… do the abandoning first.

They were now making dinner, freshly showered and clothed in pajamas.

Even though their day was great Y/N couldn’t help but feel a little annoyed. She was stirring the sauce for the pasta and Spencer noticed her body language change when he walked up beside her.

“Can you get me the garlic powder, please?” Y/N asked quietly. Spencer did so silently and she bit her lip.

Spencer had noticed something about his fiancé. She got quiet when there was something bothering her.

“Y/N/N?” Spencer rubbed her arm with his knuckles gently. She looked up at him with her eyebrows raised slightly. “Are you okay?”

Y/N sighed heavily and looked back down. “Yep.” She answered shortly. Spencer tilted his head and bit his lip. He silently slid the strainer full of cooked penne pasta in front of her knowing that’s what she needed without her asking for it.

“Are you sure?” He asked quietly. She sighed heavily and he continued on. “B-because you seem a little quiet. And I feel like you’re angry and if you are I have no idea why. C’mon, talk to me, baby.”

Y/N stepped away from his soft touch on her arm. He furrowed his eyebrows a bit. “Wanna just call it off?” Her sentence didn’t seem like it actually came out of her mouth.

“What? Call what off?” He asked, his features contorted into confusion. He stepped back a bit.

She shut her eyes and placed her hands over her eyes. “The wedding— us— I don’t know, Spencer.” She shook her head and turned around.

He wants to leave you, Y/N. Leave him first.

Her eyes flooded with tears and her body heated up. “Y/N, what the hell are you talking about?”

She sighed again. “You don’t seem to want to marry me is all I’m saying, Spencer.” She rolled her teary eyes and turned back around to face him.

Spencer scoffed. “W- what? Of course— you don’t want to get married?”

Y/N kept her mouth shut, the tension filled silence making both of their minds go a billion miles a minute.

“So that’s a no then?” He asked quietly. She sniffled and bit her lip, still staying quiet. “I’m gonna go out for a bit.” He said, walking towards the couch where his jacket laid.

“Spencer, where are you going?” She asked, the tears finally falling as he left the kitchen.

He shrugged. “Uh… just to Derek’s for a little bit I guess.”

She nodded and crossed her arms, following behind him. “B-but you’ll be back, right?” She called as he ent for the door. She noticed that he didn’t even grab his key.

He didn’t answer her and left. The door shut and the apartment was still and silent. Her bottom lip quivered and when she felt that he was far enough away from the door, she let out a small sob and covered her face with her hands.

But Spencer was right there on the other side of the door.

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Spencer did end up going to Derek’s for a little while and even got some advice.

“Listen, pretty boy.” Derek and Spencer were drinking beer on his couch while watching some football game that was on. “It sounds like she’s not great at communication. Which means, there was a miscommunication.” He said leaning forward.

Spencer nodded. “But she said she doesn’t want to marry me.”

Derek shook his head. “Did she actually say that or did she just stand there?”

He rolled his eyes. “I mean she did actually say that but she made it pretty clear—“

“Do you love her?” The man asked.

Spencer scoffed. “Of course I do.”

“Do you love her kid like she’s yours?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Reid, go back to that damn apartment and talk to her!”

With that, Spencer sighed heavily and got up from his couch and headed back home to his Y/N.

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

The door was unlocked when he got back to the apartment. He walked in and took off his jacket, placing it on the hook.

It was quiet. If Eloise was there the TV would be blasting some kiddy song and her and her mother would both be passed out on the couch.

But he didn’t see that when he walked in. Instead, he saw Y/N laying down on the couch with her legs pulled up to her chest. She was sniffling and trying to catch her breath.

“Y/N?” He whispered as he neared the couch. Her sniffles stopped and she opened her eyes. She sat up and wiped her eyes, not really believing that it was him.

“Spence, you’re back?”

He got on his knees in front of the couch. “I’m sorry I left, baby.”

She bit her lip trying to stop it from quivering. “N-no, I was—“

“Talk to me, Y/N. What’s the matter?”

She sighed and picked at her fingertips, looking down at her thighs to avoid his eyes. “I um…” She swallowed, glancing up at him before her newly dried eyes tearing back up. “I just feel like… you’ve been pushing planning the wedding off. And then my mind spiraled and I thought that maybe you don’t want to plan because you don’t want to marry me. And I thought you were gonna— gonna leave me and so I tried to hurt you first.”

Spencer took in her words, trying to understand what she was talking about as she went on one of her nervous tangents. “I— the wedding plans? Baby, I didn’t want to do it because I want everything that you want. I want you to have anything you want. All I’m worried about is getting to marry you.”

She shut her eyes and inhaled deeply. “So you only didn’t want to plan because you want me to have what I want?” She repeated his statement. “Do you promise that you want to marry me?”

Spencer nodded and grabbed her chin softly to get her to look at him. “I want to marry you. And I will whenever you want me to, in whatever suit you want me to wear, in whatever building you want me to be in, trying not to stutter in front of whoever you want to invite.”

She smiled through her tears and nodded. “I love you, Spencer Reid.”

He leaned forward and kissed her. “I love you, Y/N almost Reid.”

She giggled and went in for another kiss but her phone rang. It was her mother. Spencer kept his hands on her knees when she answered. “Mom, what’s the matter?”

“Well… don’t freak out but uh… Eloise and I are at the hospital.”

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Yuhhhhhhh this was more sad than angsty but I’m still living for it

Hope you enjoyed this chapter!!

What do you think happened with Eloise?? Is she okay?

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xiathiau-myshif · 7 months

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Cecil Gershwin Palmer is fucking iconic. Carlos was in town for one day and Cecil said "I am in love with this guy. We will have a summer wedding at night, my bouquet will consist mostly of irises, the song will be Toxic by Britney Spears, the guests will consist of-"

#welcome to night vale #cecil gershwin palmer #i know I'm so fucking late but idc #wtnv #wtnv cecil #xia's autistic moments

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girlyteengirl18 · 1 month

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let me introduce my oc

drum roll pleaseeeee 🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁

give it up for soulanna kwandia pines!!!!

things about my oc

Soulanna was born in 1949, her birthday is on March 17, she is 63 years old, she has been married to stanley for 40ish years, her maiden name is Johnson , she is a cosmetologist she does hair and nails and other things, she has the most popular salon in the town of gravity Falls, in fact her salon was a gift for her and stanleys 30th anniversary. (she did in-fact cry, he knew she would love it and the fact that he was getting tired of the towns people coming to his(brothers) home so he got her something in town, she does work at the shack sometimes as Mrs. Mystery.

backstory timeeee

soulanna was born in detroit, MI but moved to Las Vegas when she was 13 with her mother corrina sonja johnson, an African-American woman from Chicago, Illinois and her father, kurtis Lamar johnson an African-American man from detroit,MI. her mother was a outstanding teacher and her father was a maifa man and a great gambler (hence why they moved to vegas) she also has three siblings one older sister one younger brother and another younger sister so she is the middle child. anyway her fav colors are green, and pastel pink, she is heavily inspired fashion wise by artist like Cleo soul, Britney Spears , the spice girls , donna summer and more. two songs to describe her would be

meeting stanley time😛

Soulanna met Stanley when she was 23 at a party and after some dates they started dating, she never really knew his living situation but she knew of his past as he came undone one night in her apartment after a few months they had been dating (he says that’s when he knew she turned him “into a sap”) about a year into the relationship, she got pregnant, they became homeless and living in a car on the run all in 2 months. they decided to have a shotgun wedding before leaving Las Vegas, they chose to leave the baby (a girl) in front of a children’s home with a locket to remember them by.

Anyway- once the stuff with ford happened and they get settled she decided that she didn't want to just work in the shack with stan (which they had a argument about bc he’s protective of her and doesn’t know the town well enough to want her to work or go anywhere else) but he realizes that he was in the wrong (and she had to cuss his ass out), they did get their baby back (because they couldn’t bare the fact they had to give her up) when she was 7 years old her name is ma’niayh alora pines and in present time (2012) she is in her late 30s/early 40s? and lives in a town over

the end!!

a/n so this is my oc guys i need to make her a real backstory but that’s what i get so far but she is just me fr but bye my loves ❤️

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chromateclipse · 6 months

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Okay, so you like Velvet and Veneer? Well, if you get the chance, I want you to speak! TELL ME EVERYTHING!! I want you to give me headcannons please, as many as you can think of :)

pls and thx!!

AHHH! OK so I've never done anything like this but I put as many as I could think of. If I come up with anything else, I'll edit this and add it (or just make a new post)

(lots of words ahead 💀)

General headcanons :

- They one hundred percent had the Barbie mugshot but with Velvet's deadly stare instead

- and Veneer made sure he looked good; they are taking a picture after all

- I think Velvet might be a little taller than Veneer but they're both taller than average

- never leaves the house without heels or platforms or both

- Veneer has must-be-wearing-a-crop-top syndrome. Can't be cured 😔

- I'm sorry but they totally sang Circus by Britney Spears. That song is so V&V coded and has female and male vocals too 😩

- The sass is too hard to contain for this duo. Once a sly thought appears in their mind, they have to voice it (but I'm not complaining. They're iconic)

- Veneer can be a little blunt or rude sometimes. I know ppl like to imagine him as just the caring and silly sibling but he did everything Velvet did. He just had morals that started to kick in once the threat of being a killer was thrown at him.

(I mean did you see him nearly just toss Floyd down the toilet 💀)

- of course, I still think he is silly and kind and chooses to do so for a fair portion of the time but he's no stranger to being ignorant to most of his wrongdoings as well

- and I think they both have some trauma from practically killing Floyd. GET THEM THERAPYYY

- I think Velvet would like decorating and making things ✨Aesthetic✨

- like a little journal that she'd write her feelings in and then fill with beautiful stickers and photos (totally not a burn book....)

- I think Poppy would love love looove to see Velvet's journal filled with beautiful stationary. She'd probably get her into scrapbooking and they'd make the cutest little displays or books just brimming with photos, cutouts, diagrams, and more.

-Poppy and Viva can be a little overwhelming for Velvet at first but they'd totally become great gal pals and just chat all day.

- and at first, Bergen features might be a little....alarming to Velvet but she'd learn to love Bridget just like Poppy does

-also both are invited to the broppy wedding... 👀

- she also of course become friends with the BroZone brothers but I get more into that below ⬇️

"Story" headcanons :

- So for Velvet, I think in the movie she was so blinded by her need for fame and luxury that she didn't notice how her family (Veneer) helped her and stuck around through all the things she said and did. This would separate her from being just a complete villain because I do believe that she can reform herself into something better

- In Jail, I think Velvet would really hate it and everyone around her. She probably wouldn't want to talk to Veneer at all at first but being alone might give her time to reflect on herself

- over a little time, I think she'd realize how Veneer was always there for her and understood her ways. She'd definitely come back around and they'd be back to being as close as they were before, maybe even more

-It would take some time for both Velvet and Veneer to adjust.

- Veneer would dislike jail very much. He's so used to his life of luxury that I'm sure he'd be surprised by how little you get behind bars

- and with Velvet wanting to be alone, he would probably feel more alone than ever

- but he knows he did the right thing and even though prison sucks, he'd get through it

- Veneer would probably try to make friends with some of the people there but it is prison soo.... I'm not sure how well that would go.

- if anyone came to visit him, he'd be so happy cuz jail is sooo boring and he'd finally get to yap away to somebody who knows him.

- you just know they'd be styling that prison jumpsuit the best the can

- can you sneak heels into jail??

- Velvet and Veneer are kinda "eye candy" for the criminals in jail and they might get targeted by those who are jealous or looking for a fight

-Velvet's not the only one with an attitude problem, Veneer can very well relay a comment or two that can easily get them into some trouble. He'll have to work on that along with his sister, learn how to correctly treat the people around them

- After they become besties again, they'd have each other's backs like never before. I think Velvet really really does care about Veneer and if anything ever happened to him, she'd be devastated. This time, she'd really like to treat him how he deserves and nurture that sibling bond.

- and you know once anyone throws hands with one sibling, the other comes swinging

- 💥KNOCKOUT💥

- not the best thing to do if you want to get out of jail fast but hey, nobody messes with twins and gets away with it

- Due to other more serious situations being forgiven in the past, I think Velvet & Veneer wouldn't be in prison for too long. I can easily see BroZone forgiving them and offering to help the twins with whatever they'd need

- Veneer would definitely become great friends with Floyd and even Bruce. After all, he knows what it's like to be sensitive and a heartthrob 😌

- and I can see Velvet relating to Branch and J. D. She's probably a control freak (or was) and always wants everything to be perfect, just like John Dory. That's something they'd both have to work on. And I think Velvet and Branch can relate to one another's sassy sarcastic comments and occasional snide remarks.

- I can also see them joining Clay's sad book club. I need to see a scene of Veneer just balling his eyes out after finishing a book while all the others just pat him on the back 😆

- @horrorartist23 did a couple of drawings of Velvet & Veneer(or maybe just Ven idk) working at Bruce's Beachside Bar and I LOVE THAT IDEA SO MUCH.

- ESPECIALLY since Bruce said his family was a total Veneer household. I think it would be so cute for not only his kids getting the chance to meet Vel&Ven but also for Vel&Ven to get a little bit of real work experience.

- it would be so good for them to work at a place like that to learn about themselves and a work environment.

- plus the whole island is gorgeous and pretty luxury, which would fit into they're ideal environment. AND everything is Rageon sized so they don't have to worry about being too big!!

- They'd literally be working hard and making it look easy 💀

- I think it's perfect and I love it

-after jail and therapy, I think Velvet would really love the life she has. She'd of course still make mistakes sometimes and her sass will never leave. That's just who she is and none of us would want to change that . But she'd have a way healthier mind and so would the people around her.

- I think both of them might want to actually learn how to sing and dance like real performers

- Velvet hates making mistakes or not being perfect at a skill immediately. I know how that is and it's really difficult to get past but with more encouragement from Veneer and even the Brozone brothers, she'd become the star she always knew she was.

- And Veneer would take initiative for himself and practice performing like a real idol. I feel Veneer would also struggle with wanting perfection immediately but I think he'd really fall in love with dancing and this would help him keep up the determination. And he'd be really good at it too after some practice

- Knowing how good they can be if they put in the work would be a huge motivator too. Cuz they only stole Floyd's talent, not his voice. And because of this Velvet knows that she sounds good when she's at her peak in skill. They know that they can be amazing, they just have to work for it this time

-Trying to become famous again for the right things would definitely be hard. They're reputation is awful

- BUT, I think Mount Rageous would give them a chance to prove themselves. Considering how all Rageons are obsessed with media, fame, and celebrities, I think they couldn't resist the bait of former popstars Velvet & Veneer coming back to the stage, this time with their own talent that they've truly worked hard to perfect.

- And they'd deserve it for how much work they put into reforming their lives.

- Plus, nobody can take away their love for the stage and performing. They're too iconic to forget 💅

- and you know I'd be keepin' my eye out for that V&V/BroZone collab 🌟

- First live performance with BroZone, Velvet and Veneer are getting their Perfect Family Harmony. And you can bet it will be the most amazing thing to ever grace the planet

- I'd die 💀

That's all that I can think of right now 🤔 I hope you enjoyed reading my thoughts on these two. I really really love them and getting to write this down was really fun. If you have any ideas you'd like to expand upon or thoughts you'd like to share, let me knooww! And of course, Thank you sweetgirl15161819 for sending this ask!! 💖 💖

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