#i love them and this week sooooooo much

[ladyingreen7]

Day 1. Evanescent That very moment when they see each other from afar and think: "Damn, this jerk again". Then they pass by each other and they barely touch with their fingers. And that's when they think: "Damn… That jerk again… (with love)".

[exopelagic]

sooooososososo tored

[maplesyrupsainz]

˖⁺｡˚⋆˙lucky charm | LH44˖⁺｡˚⋆˙

pairing: lewis hamilton x fem y/n reader (she/her)

genre: social media au, age gap

warnings: age gap, brief mention of sex but barely

summary: in which you find love on your travels

a/n: me when i finally get a lewis request 💃💃💃

request!!!: Lewis age gap insta au with Cindy kimberly face claim please

my masterlist

fc: cindy kimberly

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carmenmmundt 📍 rome

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carmenmmundt when in rome... 🇮🇹

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user1 so classy as always ❤️

user2 where's georgeee

user3 who's that girl she's gorgeous wtf

user4 just her friend i think

georgerussell63 woww 😍😍

carmenmmundt oh stop it you!

lilymhe miss you babes!

carmenmmundt aww same, let's plan a trip soon 🥰

lilymhe oh 1000%!!!

user5 i love wag friendships sm

lewishamilton looks like fun!

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user6 random

user7 perhaps…

yourusername 📍 rome

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yourusername ti amo, italia 💚🤍❤️

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yourfriend1 where to next? 😻

yourusername london! you coming?

yourfriend1 well actually........ 👀

yourusername 🎉🎉🎉🎉

user8 omgg so cute

user9 carmen is so gorg

user10 y/n ur so beautiful wowwww

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carmenmmundt miss you already ❤️

yourusername take me backkk 🇮🇹

yourfriend2 as gorgeous as ever 😘

yourusername ilyyy

yoursister so jealous omg looks amazing

yourusername you should come next time!!!

yoursister oh for sure

yourmother beautiful darling ❤️

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lewishamilton gorgeous pics! i love italy

yourusername one of my fav places to visit!

lewishamilton mine too!

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yoursister miss you!!!!

yourusername miss you babes

user11 so beautiful

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user12 😍😍😍

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yourfriend1 see you there x

yourusername omg i cant wait

lewishamilton no way! are you free to link up?

yourusername i could probably make some time for lunch?

lewishamilton yea! if that's not too much trouble

yourusername absolutely not! you can text me xx-xxx-xxx :)

lewishamilton 👍

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lewishamilton 📍 london

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lewishamilton visiting home 🏠

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user17 omg??? soft launching already??????

user18 OMGGGG

user19 he loves her your honour

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user20 interesting interesting 🤨

user21 guys.....how old is she lol

user22 didnt even think about this

user23 she's in her 20s i fear

user24 …no comment

georgerussell63 whipped already

lewishamilton 🤷‍♀️ call me old fashioned

user25 yea old fashioned coz she's like 10 yrs younger than him 😂😂😂

user26 💀 violation

user27 not the classic age gap discourse abt 2 consenting adults...

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user28 them liking this 😂 they're already sick of it

user29 tbh she's cute as hell i love her lol

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carmenmmundt miss you!

yourusername miss you babe

user30 oh to be friends with y/n

user31 still in london? 🤨

user32 feed us with bf lewis content 👀

lewishamilton you have other friends? 🤨

yourusername we're friends?

lewishamilton we aren't?

yourusername well i think we've got our wires crossed here… 👀

lewishamilton really? you free tonight? to uncross the wires, of course

yourusername for you? absolutely

lewishamilton pick you up at 7 x

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yourusername 📍 london

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yourusername pics i sent to my mother this week 🍒

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user33 oh god this is so cute

user34 is she lewis' gf?

user35 apparently

user36 the caption awww

user37 her mother? true coz she's so young 👶

user38 😂😂😂😂

user39 oh please 🙄

user40 the love note on the napkin... ur sick omg

user41 sooooooo dreamy oh my god

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user42 awww y/n liked this comment 🥹

yourfriend2 been swept off your feet? 👀

yourusername ask me again in a week

yourfriend2 😂 trust me, i will

user43 OMG?

user44 how is she so gorgeous wow

user45 cant get past her being younger than me 😭

user46 some of u guys are wayyy too obsessed with her age?? it's getting weird

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user47 she liked this...

user48 yup she's sick of it too 🤷‍♀️

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user49 CUUUUUTE

user50 ugh lewis is so doting bf

user51 he adores u girl

user52 luckiest girl on the planet

carmenmmundt & where are you now, missy?

yourusername budapest babe

carmenmmundt BUDA WHERE?

yourusername hm? 😇

carmenmmundt oh i will be seeing you this weekend

yourusername …

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user58 oh my god 🥺

user59 WHAT THE HELL THIS IS SO CUTE

user60 we lost him folks

carmenmmundt oh i called it 😊

yourusername shoo!!!

mercedesamgf1 💙💙

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user61 i love them omg

user62 the most gorgeous couple

lewishamilton 📍 budapest

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lewishamilton back up on the podium, what a weekend!

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user63 AHHH he's whipped for her tbh

user64 omg two pics of her 👀

carmenmmundt lucky charm!!!!

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lewishamilton seems that way yea 🩷

georgerussell63 congrats man what a race 🫶

lewishamilton 💙💙💙

user65 aww a roscoe appearance so cute

charles_leclerc congrats! sending love from leo to the both of you ;)

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lewishamilton big love! ❤️

user66 soooooo cute

oscarpiastri so honoured to share the podium with you this weekend lewis!! & so great to meet y/n of course

lewishamilton pleasure was all mine! will see you up there again im sure 🔥

yourusername ❤️❤️❤️

user67 WTFFFF

user68 so cute & supportive i love this sport

yourusername so proud 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

lewishamilton my lucky charm 💙 thanks for being there

yourusername oh im so honoured just to be invited!! you were amazing out there x

lewishamilton that's all i ever want to hear from u😉

yourusername 🥹🥹🥹🥹

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[awkward-walking-potato]

I’m obsessed with how you write for Logan, like it’s becoming an addiction at this point. Maybe after a hard week for reader and for Logan, they finally get some time together. So Logan puts on some slow music from the 40s/50s and pulls reader into the kitchen of the apartment to slow dance together. So they just hold each other, maybe discuss some things, or get kind of vulnerable with each other. And it’s just cute and sweet. And then from the living room Wade speaks up, breaking their perfect moment together because let’s be honest, it’s Wade. I love your writing sooooooo much. Thank you🤍

Dancing in the Kitchen

The apartment was quiet, a rarity these days. The week had been long—brutal even. Missions, confrontations, sleepless nights—both you and Logan had been worn thin by the constant demands of a world that never seemed to give either of you a break.

But tonight, the world was far away. The curtains were drawn, the lights dimmed low. The only sound was the steady hum of the fridge and the occasional creak of the old wooden floorboards beneath your feet. You leaned against the kitchen counter, letting out a deep breath. The weight of the past days still clung to you like a heavy coat, but at least here, in this small space with Logan, you felt some semblance of peace.

Logan appeared in the doorway, his broad shoulders filling the frame, and you couldn’t help but smile. His usual scowl was softened, the lines of his face more relaxed than you’d seen in days. He held up an old vinyl record, its cover worn but still intact, and nodded toward the living room.

“Thought we could use a little music,” he said, his gruff voice tinged with a warmth that made your heart swell.

You nodded, watching as he moved to the old record player he’d insisted on keeping despite its age. The needle dropped, and soon the soft crackle of the record filled the air, followed by the smooth, crooning voice of a singer from long ago. The melody was slow, languid, like honey dripping from a spoon, sweet and comforting.

Logan turned back to you, holding out his hand. “C’mon, darlin’. Let’s dance.”

You hesitated for only a moment before slipping your hand into his. His grip was firm, but gentle as he pulled you into the center of the kitchen. There wasn’t much room, but it didn’t matter. In fact, it felt more intimate this way, with the small space making you press closer to him.

Logan’s other hand settled on your waist, and you looped your arm around his neck, your fingers brushing against the short hairs at the nape. For a few seconds, neither of you moved, just swayed slightly to the rhythm of the music, finding a comfortable sync.

“I miss this,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.

Logan’s lips twitched into a small smile. “Yeah, me too.”

The two of you began to move slowly, your bodies swaying in time with the music. There was something almost magical about it, the way the world seemed to fade away until it was just the two of you in this moment. The tension that had been coiled tight in your chest started to loosen, and you found yourself resting your head against Logan’s chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.

“You’ve been holdin’ up okay?” Logan asked, his voice rumbling through his chest and into your ear.

You sighed, a little shakier than you intended. “It’s been hard. I feel like I’m running on fumes.”

He tightened his arm around you, pulling you even closer. “I know the feelin’. But you’re doin’ better than you think. You’re stronger than you give yourself credit for.”

You lifted your head to meet his eyes, finding them softer than usual. “You really think so?”

“Hell yeah,” he replied without hesitation. “You’ve been through worse, and you’ve come out on top every time. This week’s just another bump in the road.”

You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through you that had nothing to do with the music or the closeness. Logan didn’t dole out compliments often, but when he did, you knew he meant every word. It was one of the things you loved most about him—his unwavering honesty.

“Thanks, Logan,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion.

He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Anytime, darlin’.”

For a while, you both just danced, the music wrapping around you like a comforting blanket. You could feel Logan’s breath on your hair, his strong, calloused hand still holding yours firmly, like he was afraid to let go. And for the first time in days, you felt safe, like everything might just be okay.

But then, as if the universe couldn’t resist ruining the moment, you heard a loud, exaggerated sniffle from the living room.

“Oh my God, you guys are so cute, it’s making me nauseous!” Wade’s voice broke through the serene atmosphere, full of dramatic flair. “Seriously, I’m over here trying to watch a movie, and it’s like a Hallmark commercial in there!”

Logan stiffened, and you couldn’t help but laugh. It was impossible to be mad at Wade when he was just being his usual self. You turned your head to see him sprawled out on the couch, a bowl of popcorn balanced on his stomach, his mask pulled up just enough to reveal his mouth.

“Wade,” Logan growled, though there was more exasperation than anger in his tone.

“What? Don’t look at me like that, Wolvie! I’m just appreciating the domestic bliss you two have got going on here. It’s inspiring. I might even write a poem about it later. ‘Ode to the Mutants Who Dance in the Kitchen’—has a nice ring to it, don’t ya think?”

You rolled your eyes, grinning despite yourself. “Wade, do you ever stop talking?”

“Not unless I’m unconscious, which, thanks to this wonderful healing factor of mine, is pretty rare,” Wade shot back, grinning cheekily.

Logan sighed, shaking his head, but you could see the corner of his mouth twitching upward in a reluctant smile. “You’re impossible, Wilson.”

“And you love me for it,” Wade replied, throwing a popcorn kernel into the air and catching it in his mouth.

You turned back to Logan, the moment interrupted but not entirely lost. You gave him a small smile, your hand squeezing his gently. “We can always try again later.”

Logan nodded, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your lips. “Damn right we will. And this time, I’m lockin’ the door.”

Wade’s voice piped up again from the living room. “Locking the door won’t keep me out, Honey Badger! I’m like Santa Claus, I’ll find a way in!”

You and Logan both laughed, the tension of the week finally melting away completely. Maybe the moment wasn’t perfect, but it was yours—and that made it better than anything else.

[demonic-charcuterie]

Asmodeus x Fizzarolli x mob boss! Reader

Ozzie pulled on his morning robe as Fizzarolli listed off his morning schedule.

“And then we need to take a trip to the greed.” Fizzarolli said while Ozzie slid his bacon on the white plate.

“Greed?” Ozzie’s deep voice said washing his hand.

“Y/n is back from her business trip. I figured we could surprise her.” Fizz said smiling wildly.

“Maybe you should called first? Remember last time you should up unannounced?”

Fizzarolli shuddered as chills ran down his back while he dialed your number

You had just put a spear to someones head when your phone started ringing with that adorable wind chime ringtone you have just for your Fizzpop which of course drowned out by the sound of gun fire to you just assumed it was your work partner Sergey.

“NOWS REALLY NOT A GOOD TIME SERGEY, WHAT THE FUCK!?!!?…WAIT HOLD ON I THINK I HAVE ANOTHER GERNADE…BANG! THATS RIGHT YOU BITCH ASS!”

Fizzarolli held his ear away from the phone until the sound of yelling and gunfire suddenly stopped at the sound of a limousine door closing.

“It’s Fizzy silly!” He said giggling.

“OH FIZZY! Baby, honey how have you been! I’m sooooooo sorry my work trip lasted so much time. Have you been eating alright and how about those new limps me and Ozzie were working on. Is Ozzie near by. I’m so sorry my super cute ringtone for you was drowned out by the all the screaming of pain and agony!”

“Everything’s FINE! I was just wondering if my and Ozzie could come over~?” His raspy voice growled into the phone and if you hadn’t been sitting your knees would’ve have given out.

“I-oh! Did we have a date tonight!? One sec babes. STAN! STAN YOU SHIT FACED BITCH YOU DIDNT TELL ME I HAD A DATE TONIGHT!”

Ozzie raised an eye and then grinned to himself. “They are so fucking hot when they yell.” He said his legs shuddering. Fizzarolli nodded his head in agreement as he mouthed ‘I know right’. Ozzie gently took the phone from Fizzarolli’s hand his deeply sinful voice rang out into your ear.

“Hey mami~” He whispered and your jaw went slack. “Baby boy is that you?” You asked as you felt your legs quenching at the sound of your handsome man’s voice.

“Yeah it’s. How’ve you been baby.” He asked smirking. “It’s been good, same old same old, breaking backs and cracking skulls!” You giggled and kicked your feet against the seat. Satan’s fucking taint this motherfucker.

“Great great. You know what me and Fizz would really love?” He asked as he heard your voice hitch over the phone. Fizz extended his arm and snatched the phone. “For. You. TO BREAK OUR FUCKING BACKS WHIEL YOU USE US AS LITTLE FUCK TOYS!”

Ozzie looked at Fizz in surprise. You giggled on the other side of the phone and you whisper in a raspy voice into the phone. “Come over. I’ll be ready for you.”

Fizz rested on Ozzie shoulder as one of your goons marched them down to your room. You sat on a chair in the center of the room with your broad surrounding you. “Ahh the Sun of Lust, the fuck are you doing here.” You spat (it pained you to act with such disgust towards your love) your eyes peered into fizzaroli. “And you brought the sex toy?”

Ozzie stared at you expressionless and waved a hand to your board. You sighed and flicked your wrist. “Leave us.” They all scurried out of the room.

You drew the curtains and closed the door and then turned to them. “My babies!” You screamed before jumping into their arms.

“Oh honey how we’ve missed your voice…and your touch.” Ozzie said while using his pinkie finger to stroke your head.

“We’ve even thinking about you all week!” Fizz said wrapped his arms around you.

(That’s it cause I’m tired 🥱)

[mystellenia]

giving ellie a hoodie full of kisses ୨ৎ

summary: you paint a hoodie with kisses for ellie, and the gesture flusters her.

content: nothing much, just ellie being shy

notes: answer to this req!! i'm trying a new format of posts. sometimes i see people do not quite hcs but also not quite a normal, paragraph-formatted fic. its this in between of bullet points????? idk lemme know if yall like it

(wc 0.6 k)

after spending an hour on painting your lips and pressing them to the cloth of the hoodie you'd gotten for ellie, you sat back and examined your work

you had to admit: the hoodie looked beautiful. but! you did not!!!! your lips were stained red from the paint, your back hurt from hunching over to kiss the hoodie, and you'd probably ingested about an ounce of red40!!! (i know red 40 is in food but let me be silly)

after washing the paint that had gotten on your skin off in the sink, you ironed the sweatshirt to seal the paint in (don't ask me how that works bc idk i just saw it on tiktok like 10 mins ago)

and now we wait for ellie to come home!!

when she finally comes in, she throws her keys on the table near the door and toes her dusty, disintegrating, been-to-bethlehem-and-back converse, bc have you seen them. one day she's gonna take a step and they're gonna turn into a cloud of dust i swear

anyway you're sitting on the couch with your phone in your lap, the painted sweatshirt folded into a square with the kisses hidden inside. she walks towards you and gives you a lil kissy kiss on the forehead like hiiii

you get all smiley because you're excited for her to see the sweatshirt and she gets all suspish.... like what's so funny....

sooooooo.... you tell her you made her something and unfold the hoodie and hold it up to your body so she can see the full thing. and she would soooo get all beet red, like, "...you made this for me?"

and you're like "yes of course do you like it queen" then she gets over the like flusteredness (????(actually i revoke my ???? bc i just made that a word)) and gets so happi like yayyy!!!!

then she looks all confused at your lips and is like "is that why your lips look so severely chapped and red?"

and you get mad so you take away kiss privileges so she does the only reasonable thing which is putting you in a headlock to force kiss you

would definitely immediately put it on and go look in the mirror at her with it on. she'll start geeking and thank you and all that jazz

she would wear that shit 24/7. sleeping working showering shitting ANYWHERE best believe she has that hoodie on. and you tell her its been like 2 weeks of her wearing it nonstop so she needs to wash it but she refuses bc she doesn't want the kisses to start fading. u wash it anyway bc its dirty and she cold shoulders you for about 30 mins before she sees some dumb reel she just has to show you (me fr).

i feel like she's a hot sleeper--like she gets too hot at night to wear the hoodie but she still wants it so she'll just hold it as a baby blanket of sorts and Whatnot.

wait very unrelated but does anyone have a baby blanket that they've had for so long its like basically just threads thats so funny

but overall she loves it. she likes to kiss the kiss prints you made on the sweatshirt bc it's "like kissing you."

there was one time she couldn't find it for like 2 days (because you'd washed it since she never does) and she tried to act all nonchalant and unaffected like she wasn't about to start tweaking and like twitching

then you gave it to her all calm because it was literally just in the wash and she was like "what😨😨😨 where did you find it😨😨😨" and you just tell her it was in the wash and shes like "oh that makes sense"

pls im so sorry. before i say anything i would like to formally apologize to the anon who submitted the ask for this bc this is so shit. you ask me for a product and this is how i repay you!! shame on me. please dilly dally on over to my asks and ask me something else so i can actually, i don't know, do a good job!! this ask was cute tho u ate with that

@picklesarenice69

wow i very strongly dislike this format so much this is the first and last time i will be doing this!!! i’m only posting this bc its been like a week since i last posted and the citizens will soon revolt, which the city's defenses cannot afford!! we're about to run out of wheat like times are getting tough. maybe i should just try just headcanons 🤔

can you tell i was fighting demons to not make this my normal vocab and format. like just look at this sentence and how it progresses: "when she finally comes in, she throws her keys on the table near the door and toes her dusty, disintegrating, been-to-bethlehem-and-back converse, bc have you seen them." the way that sentence progresses is just the silly demons taking over and also my coping mechanism for grimacing at how much i didnt mesh with this format

like i just couldnt take myself seriously. "yes of course do you like it queen" HELLO??? WHY DID I TYPE THAT but i will not be fixing and/or deleting it bc its making me giggle

dont get me wrong some of you ladies chew it up but i am made for unreasonably long and time consuming fics!!! i’m getting heated too bc not only is this so short and quick to do but it also takes less focus and brain power and ofc i had to make things hard for myself and hate it!!! i’m soooooooooooo silly

click here!! oh and here too!! ˶ᵔᵕᵔ˶

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edit: wait i would like to clarify that i just hate this because perhaps i’m not used to it. if you guys like this maybe i'll do more bc i follow the clout always 💯

[lon3rlife]

Dating Rick Sanchez Headcanons

Mostly fluff. I’m going to ramble a lot because I love him sm

He’s extremely overprotective and would do absolutely ANYTHING to keep you safe, even if it means putting his own life on the line.

He comes and goes to your house as he pleases. You’ll come home to see him on your couch or stealing your food. He’ll also portal to your house in the middle of the night and get into bed with you without saying anything.

He’s not huge on pda, he’ll have an arm around you on the couch when you guys watch tv with the family and will hold your hand and give you a reassuring squeeze when you get anxious, but he won’t hesitate to get extremely touchy if someone is looking at you wrong.

In private though he’s a hugeee softie and will never let anyone know. If you’re working on something or cooking something in the kitchen he’ll come behind you and hug you from behind (you usually don’t even know he’s there and he scares the living shit out of you). He loves when you lay on his chest while he plays with your hair until you fall asleep, and in bed he’ll pretty much melt into you holding you tightly.

He loves your hair so much. If you’re brushing it he’ll stand there admiring you, and he just loves tangling his hands through and and playing with it while you guys cuddle.

You guys always get into the dumbest fights like if pancakes are better than waffles or that he needs to do dishes if he comes to your house and eats your food without cleaning up. They leave you frustrated and Rick pouting like a child for a few hours until you guys kiss and make up.

I think this is canon but he’s actually a really good cook. Once a week you guys make it a habit to cook a homemade meal together to get a short break from the stress of everything and spend quality time together.

If you leave for a trip for work or with friends he will be EXTREMELY clingy the days leading up to the trip because you guys spend so much time together he doesn’t know what to do with himself when your gone. (He ends up portaling to your hotel at night because he isn’t able to sleep without you)

Kisses you anywhere. On your lips, your forehead, your neck, chest, arms, you name it.

He’s definitely a bad influence 100%. He will get crazy alien drugs and take them with you, he won’t force them on you but if you don’t want to take them he’ll be like “come on baby you’re missing out don’t be lameee.” He will also take you to parties on different planets just to get completely shitfaced.

Even though he’s a night owl and stays awake most nights, his favorite time of day is the morning. He loves the intimacy of laying with you just talking about anything without any specific plans for the day, the sun hitting your face just right still sleepy and you playing with his fingers is the most special time for him.

PETNAMES 1000%. He will use the most obnoxious ones as well, usually he’ll call you baby, sugar, honey, or a shortened version of your name.

You get along very well with the Smith family, especially Morty which makes Rick sooo happy. Also you help Morty with his homework because Rick sure as hell doesn’t, and Morty looks up to you so much and trusts you enough that he’ll talk to you about anything he needs to get off his chest.

Omfg writing these are sooooooo much fun if anyone wants me to write more I will cause I have so many more but it’s like 1am and I’m tired

[isa-beenme]

Hello!! Do you think you could right a sort of enemies to lovers relationship with Azriel? Maybe where he and the reader get into a heated argument, and the bond snaps when the tension hits its peak? If this doesn’t inspire you, please don’t feel as though you have to accept my request! This is my first attempt at making a request, so I apologize if I did it incorrectly. Also, I wanted to note that your writing style is one of my favorites, and I hope you are proud of your work! That’s all, thank you for your time!!

THE SOOOOOOOOOONG

Listen to it please thank you

Loved your request, darling, it's actually much better when you send the whole story, I usually struggle when I try to think of a whole story alone (I swear I'm creative but it's hard to get things in your head out of nothing)

I try to be proud of my work as much as I can, thank you so much 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

THIS WORK was sooooooo fun to do, I swear at some moment while I was writing this I laughed at my own story, super cool

I thought: "I'm gonna make this super serious" amd ended up with this, which is much better

This Is Love

Your family always meant everything to you. Being Rhysand's cousin meant you would be inserted in everything he did. Being his second in command meant you would be involved in every plan. And being all of that meant you would be part of his Inner Circle, which automatically involved you in everything they did together. From training, to family dinner and trips around the Courts for the meetings, you did all together. And you loved it. Again, your family meant everything to you, and spending time with them was on your top list of favorite things to do. I mean, when a certain Shadowsinger wasn't completely involved.

Working with Azriel was always fine, perfectly fine, actually. Rhysand often paired you up together to work because everything fell into place with the two of you. Your mind always seemed to think like one. But that teamwork only made itself present when the topic was your position towards the court and your job. Outside that, you both were a mess. Training with him was a dread, from him pinpointing each - non-existent - mistake, to you lashing yourself on him each time he made you angry, it's been more than 250 years of both of you trying to win one another in the training. It never happened.

Family dinner was also horrible since both of you had very different visions in every single topic someone started, not just that, somehow, no matter how many times you and Azriel changed seats with someone, it doesn't take a week until you find yourselves seated next to each other again. On top of that, you and he possess the ability to winnow, yet, Rhysand always thought it was necessary for you to winnow together. No matter how many times you said it wasn't necessary, Rhys only ignored you, the necessity of traveling with him making you hate your life just a little bit more.

But if spending time with your family was on your top favorite things to do, game night with Azriel was on your top things to make yourself miserable. It was a common scene for the rest of the Inner Circle to see you and him screaming at each other at some point. Sometimes one of you thought the other was cheating. Sometimes you started saying the other was winning too many times and should be taken out of the game. Sometimes it was the complete opposite, "if you lose so much, maybe you should step back and stop occupying space". Tonight it wasn't different, your favorite fight was ready to start as Azriel explained the rules to the new game.

Besides the usual crackling tension between you and Azriel, this night seemed to be at its worst peak. For weeks now, both of you seemed to be on the edge with one another, even in work, your usual camaraderie was replaced with sharp remarks and piercing glares. Everyone around the table exchanged puzzled looks, uncertain of what exactly had caused this escalating feud.

Azriel couldn't understand why every word from you grated on his nerves, nor could you fathom why Azriel's mere presence felt suffocating. The build-up of unresolved emotions and unspoken desires had been simmering for days, and now, it was about to reach its boiling point.

The Night Court's game night had started off innocently enough with your usual truth or drink game, something to light up tension (or build it, in your and Azriel's case), but as the evening wore on, the tension between you and Azriel became palpable as the Shadowsinger tried to introduce a new idea to the table. It began with a harmless disagreement over the rules of a card game, but it quickly escalated into a heated argument once the match started.

Azriel's patience was wearing thin as you challenged every decision he made during the game, the cards he dropped and the ones he chose, everything seemed horrible in your eyes. The other way around too, your matches weren't valid, you couldn't pick certain cards and no, it wasn't your turn yet. His usually calm demeanor was now strained, and he couldn't help but feel irritated by your persistent need to question him.

-I don't understand why you always have to question everything I do - Azriel snapped at some point, his shadows flickering around him as a testament to his growing frustration.

-Maybe if you didn't act like you knew everything, I wouldn't have to. "Boo, I'm Azriel and I don't let people play the game because I invented it and none of you understand how to play it" - You quickly shot back, their voice laced with sarcasm

The room fell silent, and your friends exchanged uneasy glances, sensing the mounting tension between the two of you. But there was no going back now; the floodgates had opened, and all the pent-up emotions were rushing to the surface.

-I don't act like I know everything, and I don't talk like that - Azriel retorted, his voice tight with anger - I just wish you'd stop acting like you have all the answers! Sometimes it is okay to listen to help because, guess what? I indeed invented the game and there's no way of you learning how to play it, if you don't listen to the rules!

-Well, forgive me for not blindly following you like everyone else. I'm not afraid to question things when they don't make sense! - Your eyes narrowed, jaw clenching as you shot back.

-And I'm not afraid to take action instead of endlessly debating every damn decision! - Azriel's temper flared, his wings twitching in agitation.

-I think what you're really good at is fucking my life! - Your family gasped at your words, shocked by the intensity.

-It's just a payback for every headache you give me every time you breathe near me - They quickly turned their heads to Azriel, equally shocked by his response.

The words hung in the air, and for a moment, it seemed as if you were both about to explode. Your family exchanged worried glances, unsure of how to intervene in the escalating argument. But just as the situation reached its breaking point, a strange shift occurred. As Azriel locked eyes with you, an unexpected intensity replaced your anger. It was as if the universe itself had decided to step in, forcing you to confront the undeniable truth.

The room seemed to blur around you as you stood there, chests heaving from the heated exchange. The fight had reached its peak, and in that very moment, the mating bond snapped into place. The sudden connection was overwhelming, a rush of emotions and sensations that neither of you could comprehend. Your anger dissolved into confusion and shock as you felt an unexplainable pull towards each other.

Azriel's wings, once tense and defensive, now softened, as if beckoning every step you unknowingly took closer. Your guard came down as well, replaced by a mix of vulnerability and curiosity.

Your friends watched in astonishment as two adversaries stood there, seemingly lost in a world of their own. The room is filled with a charged silence, the kind that accompanies a revelation that changes everything. Even if none of them knew exactly what revelation was going on at that moment.

But as the realization set in, Rhysand and Feyre exchanged knowing smiles. It was no secret for them that you and Azriel had an underlying connection, a bond waiting to be acknowledged. They had witnessed the chemistry and unspoken feelings simmering between the two of you, and now, it seemed the universe had decided to intervene.

Your eyes met Azriel's once again, and this time, there was no irritation or hostility. Instead, there was an undeniable spark of understanding and attraction, a recognition of the emotions that you had been hiding from each other. Neither of you spoke a word, yet you communicated on a deeper level, the mating bond solidifying your connection at each passing second. It was as if all the walls you had built around your heart came crashing down, leaving you exposed and vulnerable to him.

As the reality of the mating bond settled in, your heart raced with confusion and fear. You couldn't understand why fate would choose someone you had built such animosity towards to be your mate. Feeling overwhelmed and unable to face the truth, you turned around and ran, needing time and space to process the whirlwind of emotions inside you.

Azriel, though taken aback and hurt by the sudden rejection, couldn't ignore the pull of the bond drawing him to you. With determination, he chased after your steps, his heart heavy with worry and longing. He caught up to you as you were getting closer to your room. Gently reaching out to touch your shoulder, you recoiled as if his touch burned.

-Please, let's talk - Azriel pleaded, his voice tinged with sadness - I never wanted to hurt you. The fights... They were a defense mechanism, a way to hide my own feelings and protect myself from the pain of loving someone who seemed to hate me. You started this, I just… Thought I should defend myself.

-But why you? Why did it have to be you? - You whispered, voice breaking with emotion. Azriel's eyes softened, and he took a step closer, his hand hovering near your face, yearning for the connection you both feared and desired.

-I wish I had an answer for that. All I know is that the bond doesn't choose who we love, it just binds us to our other half. And for some inexplicable reason, it chose us - He could see the pain in your eyes and knew that he needed to be honest, to show vulnerability despite his fears of rejection - The truth is, the more you fought me, the more I fell for you. Your fire, your strength, everything about you drew me in. But I was terrified of what it meant, so I pushed you away.

-I didn't know what to do with my feelings either - You admitted, opening a place in your heart that you swear to never look at again - I tried to convince myself that I hated you, but it only made things worse. Every fight, every argument, it was just a way to hide how much I… I wanted to be by your side. Everything was simple with them but you? You made me feel things and I didn't want it - Azriel's heart ached at your words, and he took a step closer, finally touching your cheek gently.

-We can figure this out together. I don't want to fight anymore. I want to be here for you, to understand you, and for you to understand me - Tears finally spilled from your eyes, as you looked into Azriel's soulful gaze, feeling the sincerity of his words.

-It won't be easy, but maybe we can try - You gave in, hugging him tightly, filling the void in your soul that you ignored for so long.

You and Azriel knew that you had a journey ahead, to step down from the fights and finally accept the truth that maybe, just maybe, you both were meant to be. Even in disagreement you found a way to each other. Although you would definitely keep your provocations going and Azriel would stay at your feet for anything you did, that was your way of loving and for the first time you were fine knowing what tomorrow would bring.

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[Post-Credit Scene]

The Inner Circle sat around the table, looking perplexed and bewildered after the explosive game night that had just taken place. None of them could quite wrap their heads around what had unfolded. Nestha glanced at Cassjan, who raised an eyebrow, silently communicating his own confusion. Feyre and Rhysand seemed to be the only ones who understood the situation, but none of them made a move to say something as they kept talking to each other in their minds.

-So, did anyone understand what just happened? I mean, they are usually weird around each other but… This weird? It's worrying - The general scratched his head and finally gathered the courage to say something.

-Beats me. The brute is right. But I have to admit, seeing them argue like that is always quite entertaining. It's the only reason I've been coming for the past centuries, honestly - Amren replied with a snarl, eyes rolling as she threw her cards on the table.

-Oh, for sure! It was like watching a drama unfold right in front of us every week. But I can't believe they just bolted like that. Do you think they're okay? - Mor inquired, a mix of amusement and worry kicking in.

-If I had to bet I would say they are killing each other - Cassian said, playing with the deck of cards.

-Or fucking - Nestha chimed in with a laugh - I mean, when I didn't accept the mating bond with Cassian I acted exactly like them. If you don't understand the feeling you might as well hurt the person you hold those feelings for - Everyone seemed to agree as the bets started to grow around the table.

-Knowing those two, they probably needed some time alone to sort things out. Maybe it's an understanding finally kicking in - Rhysand leaned back in his chair, his eyes twinkling with mischief - The group exchanged curious glances, trying to understand their High Lord.

-Well, whatever it is, we can't say it was unimportant. That was probably the most explosive family game night we've ever had - Feyre couldn't help but add with a grin.

Just then, the door to the game room creaked open, and you walked in with Azriel by your side, hand in hand, with smiles on your faces. The Inner Circle's jaws dropped in disbelief as they took in the sight in front of them.

-What the...? How did you...? What? - Cassian sputtered, at a loss for words.

-You know, it's funny how things work out sometimes - Azriel looked around at their stunned faces and chuckled.

-Yeah, we had a little heart-to-heart and sorted some things out. Turns out, we had a lot of misunderstandings to clear up - You and Azriel smiled at each other, making the whole Inner Circle shocked.

-So, you two aren't going to be at each other's throats anymore? - Amren raised an eyebrow, a sly grin forming.

-Oh, we definitely will - You said when you looked back at them, your head finding its way to Azriel's shoulder.

-Just not today - He said and kissed you head, hearing some gasps from the table.

-Are we witnessing a truce? - Mor whispered to the General, who just shuddered, as confused as her.

-Let's just say we have a newfound understanding of each other - Azriel replied, you and him sharing a knowing look.

-Well, that's a relief! We were starting to wonder if you two were going to start a war right here in the Night Court - Feyre laughed, reaching out for her mate's hand.

-Glad to see you've made up. Just... maybe tone it down during future game nights? - Rhysand smiled after clearly speaking mind to mind with the Shadowsinger.

-Okay, so… the rules of the game? - Nestha questioned, her cards still secured in her hands.

-It doesn't matter right now, you can choose it - Az said, making everyone turn their eyes to him. Shock covered every face in the room. Never, in their lives, do they think Azriel would give up on something. They turned their eyes to you, expecting some remark.

-Yeah, you guys can keep going - A wave of gasps and terrorized looks were exchanged between your family - I think Az might be hungry, aren't you?

-I might be. Will you make me something? - He asked, getting so close to you that your noses almost touched.

-It will be my pleasure - You said before dragging him towards the kitchen, not even noticing the mouths of the Inner Circle opened.

-Uh uh, no. I prefer the war. Tell them to come back and fight again, I don't like the way things worked - Mor leaned back in her chair, disbelief covering her posture.

-You know what? I think this interaction was more scary than the Cauldron - Amren said, finally giving up her cards as she threw them on the table.

-Come on, it can't be that bad, right? - All of the older members looked at Nestha with scared faces, even Rhysand, who knew exactly what happened between the two of you - Okay, apparently it is.

-What do we do now? - Feyre finally asked after silence filled the room.

-We hope that this Court doesn't crumble down - That was all that Rhysand said as he began separating the cards again, a whole new game starting that night.

[babyhatesreality]

Jellybean seems like an important part of the little ones life so I wonder what they would do if her stuffy gets lost? ☀️🧡

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Sooooooo....I'm guessing this ask was made hoping for some major angst, some major tears, and a lot of fluff to even it all out.

My brain thinks different, y'all. Sorry. Hope you enjoy it anyways. I also wanted to make this in-line with another one of my stories, I'm pretty happy with how it fits the world. Thank you for the lovely ask and the opportunity to connect dots <3 <3 <3

*Also- thank you all for your patience- it's been a very turbulent couple of weeks. Hoping to get back into the swing of writing. Thank you!

Careful of your Catchphrase

Pairing: Daddy!Stucky x little f!reader

Warnings: DDLG (SSC), f! reader, reader is named but name scarcely used, pet names, language, touch of paranoid Papa, super overly dramatic reader (like....SO dramatic ugh), reader feeling angsty (to put it lightly), reader thinks bunny has been kidnapped, bless-their-heart-oh-so-dumb men, fluffity fluff fluff fluff.

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Steve and Bucky looked at each other, eyes locked in an intense gaze, then simultaneously breathed a huge sigh of relief.

"I can't believe we pulled it off," Steve said, his lungs beginning to work again properly.

"Shit. Why did that scare me more than any other field agent assignment in recent history?" Bucky grumbled, shaking his head.

"Because you love the target this time," Steve replied back with a relieved grin, stroking his husband's cheek affectionately. He felt almost triumphant in their success.

You'd been with them for nearly two months now, having passed your probation period and been given the official blessing. It had been bliss- fantastic, fun, and full of love. Lots of cuddles, lots of silly and sweet play, lots and lots of cookies, all the time.

Then they got a whiff of Jellybean, your most favorite stuffie in the world.

You dragged that bunny everywhere you were allowed to. She slept in your arms at night, she went to all the parties and playdates and picnics, and she was both an excellent tea party companion and a brave soldier in Daddy's army (bunnies are versatile like that).

But just yesterday, you'd been snuggling on Steve's lap while he worked at his desk, Jellybean cuddled close to you. You were feeling littler than normal, and Steve was happy to indulge you. But having that stuffie practically right under his nose made him suddenly aware of just how much dirt, sweat, and who knows what else was lingering in her soft fur. And when you brought Jellybean's ear to your mouth to suck on, Steve nearly had an nervous breakdown. And then, so did you when they tried to take her from you to wash her.

You were in a littler mindset and didn't understand what was happening, couldn't understand their gentle explanations. All you knew was that you WERE NOT letting that bunny go for anything. It had been a rough couple hours with a lot of tears (which freaked them both out) before they gave up, determined to try again tomorrow.

You were about where you normally were regression-wise today, but you still had lingering anxiety about your beloved Jellybean, so she was firmly in your grasp from the moment you woke up. Steve was losing his mind, freaking himself out with the germs and diseases that he'd conjured up in his mind. He became desperate. Not a good look.

They'd waited until they finally got you down for a nap, then they struck. Moving with the precision of two super soldiers in the Temple of Doom, they'd managed to extract Jellybean from under your arm while you were deeply asleep and replace her with Pipsqueak, your second favorite stuffie (who was going to be due for the same treatment soon, but one step at a time). They'd snuck back out, not making a sound, and had gotten Jellybean into the wash on the gentle cycle. The laundry room door was shut so you wouldn't hear.

Success!

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You woke up about twenty minutes later. Normally, you slept for about an hour during nap time, but...something was off. Something felt wrong. And you recognized it the second you looked down. Jellybean wasn't in your arms. On on your bed. Or on the floor. Or in the room.

Disaster!

You launched yourself from your bed, tearing into the living room where Daddy and Papa were watching some movie. They both sat bolt upright when you catapulted yourself into the room, shocked that you were up.

"Baby, what's wrong??" Steve asked, his eyes wide with alarm. Bucky's eyes darted around the room, instantly on the alert for danger.

"JELLYBEAN!!!" was all you could wail before crumpling onto the floor in a heap, sobbing. You felt strong arms pick you up and cradle you, and a set of fingers combing through your hair.

"Sshh, sshh, it's okay Babygirl," Bucky whispered, trying to calm you down.

"NOT OKAY!! Jellybean is GONE!!" you cried into Bucky's teeshirt.

"Oh, honey, she's not gone, she's just taking a little bath right now."

Your tears instantly stopped at Papa's words. You twisted your head to look at him. "She takin' a baf?" you asked, trying to make it all make sense. Papa nodded. You whipped around back to Bucky, and began pushing against his chest. "Down!!"

"Now, hold on a minute, Trouble..."

"DOWN!!"

"Hey, I know you're upset, but-"

"DOWNDOWNDOWNDOWNDOWN!!!!!!!!!"

Completely shocked at his normally well-behaved little girl's tantrum, Bucky's only working instinct was to give you what you wanted. He set you down quickly and you took off for the bathroom. They exchanged a quick look of panic before following you. Just as they were getting to the bathroom door, you nearly barreled them over tearing out of the room towards the other bathroom. They tried calling after you, but you were on a mission and NOTHING was going to stop you.

"I've never seen her freak out like this before," Bucky muttered to Steve while they followed your frantic footsteps.

"I know," Steve whispered back, his anxiety going through the roof. "I had no idea she was going to take it this way. What do we do?"

"Hell if I know." They both stopped talking as you threw yourself back into the hallway, skidding to a halt right in front of them, your eyes crazed.

"She not in the bafroom!!" you shrieked in an accusatory tone. "You said she was takin' a baf!" Before they could even inhale to try to answer you, a brilliant idea came to you. "She YITTLE! She take baf in da sink!!" And you were running like your feet were on fire to the kitchen sink. You looked- and she wasn't there either.

Bucky and Steve caught up to you as you were pacing, thinking so hard you looked like you were trying to solve world hunger. "She can't take baf in dishwasher or washin' machine- she dwown in dere..." you mused to yourself. You didn't see the look of pure horror that Steve and Bucky exchanged. If you realized that they put your precious bunny in the washing machine and drowned her, you would have a major meltdown, or worse- never forgive them. Their attentions jerked back to you as you stopped pacing.

"She been kidnapped!!" you gasped in horror, coming to the only logical conclusion left to you.

"Oh, baby, she's not-"

"JARVIS!!!" you screamed at the top of your lungs to the AI, making Steve and Bucky wince. "NEED TO TALK TO EVERYONE, NOW!!"

"As you wish, Princess."

"No, no, JARVIS, you don't need to-"

"A direct line to the team is open, Princess."

You took the biggest breath you could, and screamed with all your might.

"AVENGERS ASSEMBLE!!!!!!!!!!!"

Steve and Bucky just stood there frozen in shock, jaws on the floor, dumbfounded at your battle cry. They couldn't even find the words to respond.

The silence didn't last for long.

Suddenly, an almighty crash shook the entire apartment. Steve dove for you, his protective instinct taking over, as Bucky jumped in front of both of you. Before you even realized what really happened, you heard loud footsteps thundering down the hallway.

"NONE SHALL SURVIVE THAT HAVE CAUSED HARM TO THIS FAMILY!" Thor roared, dressed in full battle gear, charging into the living room, breathing hard and wielding Mjolnir. He whipped his head around, hammer raised, surveying the territory. When he only found Steve and Bucky frozen in shock and confusion with you desperately squirming to get out of Steve's arms, he lowered his hammer and joined in the looks of confusion. "I...think I may have acted in earnest," he said sheepishly.

"NO!" you wailed, thrashing with all your might. "I need you Unca Thor!! Jellybean been KIDNAPPED!!!"

"Jelly...bean? Someone has taken your colorful sugar candies that are shaped like kidneys?"

"No, Jellybean is my bunny!! She my best friend in da whole world and she GONE!!" you yelled as you wildly twisted in Steve's arms. He finally unlocked his frozen limbs and set you down, and you immediately made a mad dash right for Thor. "We gotta find her!!!"

Thor's confused gaze slowly flicked up to Steve and Bucky. They both frantically pantomimed that the bunny was in the washing machine. Thor nodded in relieved understanding, before smiling down on you. "Not to worry, young one, it seems as though your Jellybean is-"

He suddenly cut himself off when Steve and Bucky wildly shook their heads for him to stop, then silently indicated that you would lose your mind if you knew. Thor stared at them so long with such confusion that you turned around to see what was going on. Bucky immediately started staring around the room, the walls suddenly the most interesting thing he'd ever seen, while Steve gave you one of his hearty Captain America everything-is-fine salutes. You looked at them curiously, but then turned your attention back to Thor. Bucky and Steve frantically resumed their charades, finally making Thor understand that under no circumstances should you be informed of where Jellybean actually was.

"Jellybean is what, Unca Thor?" you asked desperately.

"...Jellybean has...definitely been kidnapped," he finished lamely, unable to come up with another excuse on the fly as Steve facepalmed and Bucky inaudibly groaned. "But I'm sure she'll be returned in...an hour or so?"

Before you could question that, Tony came charging into the room. "Squirt, what's the problem?" he said in a rush, locking eyes with you a split second before taking in the rest of the room and the three other dumbfounded men. His eyebrows constricted as he tried to make sense of the scene. You quickly explained the horrors of your missing bunny, and his eyebrows slowly crept into his hairline as you tripped over your words in your distress. After another round of charades behind your back, Tony was up to speed. He stood up straight, trying to think his way around this one, but only came up with one thing.

"I assume that's why there's a Thor-sized hole in the wall where your front door used to be?" he asked Steve, who turned to Thor in exasperation.

"I was in earnest," Thor explained, shrugging. You stomped your feet, frustrated.

"Unca Tony, we gotta get Jellybean back! I need the 'Vengers to help me!" you pleaded.

"Uhhhh...okay squirt, it's okay," he said, thinking about how Peter would react if his favorite toy went missing. "Why don't we...make sure that she's not in the apartment first? Huh? That's a good idea, right? Of course it is, let's go."

"No, I already look everywhere! She not here!!" you insisted before charging over to him, and holding your arms up. He instantly picked you up, assuming that you wanted comfort, but instead you started pushing on his chest.

"Whatcha doing, honey?" he asked, confused and curious.

"Where's your button that makes your suit go on??" you grumbled as you punched all over his chest. "I KNOW it here somewhere." He would have snickered had you not clearly been so upset.

"I don't think I'm going to need my suit here, kiddo." He nodded sanctimoniously when you gasped in agreement.

"You right! You need money!" He stopped nodding. "In case da kidnappers want me to pay for Jellybean! Can I have a million dollars?"

Tony slow burn glared at Steve. "What the hell are you two letting her watch?" he muttered as they stared at you, once again shocked. You shook your head.

"No, Unca Tony! 'Member you said to Unca Bruce dat you wouldn't pay kidnappers after Pietro broke your record thingy. But dis different. I need a million dollars please." It was Bucky and Steve's turn to glare at Tony, who turned a deep red and set you down quickly.

"Moving right along," he said after clearing his throat. That's when Natasha and Clint came strolling in. Natasha looked around at all the craziness calmly.

"So. What seems to be the trouble here?" she asked you kindly, but the rest of the team could see the hints of the smirk on her lips.

"Aunt Nat, Jellybean is gone!" you wailed, running over to her. "She been kidnapped and I can't find her and the 'Vengers gotta find her please!"

Natasha leaned down just a bit and smoothed your hair away from your face. "Hold on there, honey bunny," she said in her calmest voice. "Take a deep breath for me, okay?" You nodded tearfully, but did as she asked. "Good girl," she praised soothingly. "Tell you what. Can Uncle Clint get you some juice while I talk to your daddies for a minute?"

"But...but we gotta find Jellybean!" you said, your breath catching as you started to get worked up again. "Gotta find her, please!!"

"And we will, I promise," she said, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. "But I think I need to get some information before we start looking, okay? Can you be a big girl and let Uncle Clint get you some juice please? Then we'll find her, I promise," After another moment and another big breath, you nodded.

"Atta girl," Clint said, scooping you up and taking you to the kitchen. You tearfully explained the whole saga to him while he sat you down on the kitchen island and poured you a sippy cup full of apple juice, nodding seriously as you explained everything. He knew all too well the intense emotions that came with regression, especially when it came to favorite stuffies, and how important it was for caregivers to take your feelings seriously. He was also trying to distract you from the hisses and the whispers of the violent verbal battle happening in the living room behind you.

Your head whipped around when you heard Bucky hiss loudly "Natasha, NO," as Aunt Natasha walked briskly into the kitchen. She gently nudged Clint out of the way and stood in front of you.

"We go find Jellybean now?" you asked her hopefully, your sippy cup still clutched in your hands.

"Jellybean is just fine, sweetheart," she said reassuringly. Your eyes became as round as saucers as you took in her meaning.

"You know where Jellybean is?!" you shrieked, before attempting to launch yourself off the island. Aunt Nat was just as quick as Papa was when you were trying to escape bedtime. She popped you onto her hip and started walking towards the laundry room with 4 anxious and confused men and one snickering one in tow.

"I do know where she is, and she's perfectly okay," Natasha said gently, bouncing you a bit. "I'm going to take you to see her."

"Natasha, don't," Steve said, his teeth gritted, his tone between a command and a plea. You looked over her shoulder at your daddies who appeared to be sweating bullets, but you didn't understand why.

Natasha completely ignored them and marched right into the laundry room, you still firmly on her hip. She pointed to the spinning laundry behind the front loader's door. "Jellybean is right there, baby. She's taking a bath, just like your daddies said she was."

Your eyes filled with tears. "But...but she...what if she dwown?" you asked fearfully, looking at Natasha with large, pleading, watery eyes as the rest of the team, crowded in the doorway, all held their breath in fear.

Natasha brushed your hair away from your eyes again and rubbed her nose against yours. "She won't drown, sweetheart. This is how furry friends take baths. They're special like that. They can breathe just fine in the washing machine, and then after they dry they smell so nice and fresh and clean- just like you do after you take your bath!" Steve and Bucky felt their blood turn to ice in terror, waiting for what they were sure was going to be another meltdown from you.

"Jellybean okay?" you asked again, your eyes darting to the window and back to hers.

"Jellybean is okay, I promise. You wanna see?" Natasha put you down and knelt in front of the window. "It's okay, I promise. Come look," she encouraged. You carefully sat down on the floor next to her, still not sure about this. You suddenly saw hint of soft grey fur slide past the window- that was her!!

You slapped your little hands on the window, desperate for another look at your bunny. "Aunt Nat, you SURE she's okay?" you asked again.

"Very sure. In fact, Buttons took a bath just like this a couple days ago, and Wanda had her yesterday, remember?" Natasha said. "Same thing will happen with Jellybean. She'll be just fine." You thought about it- Wanda did have Buttons the Bear with her last night! And she had been okay!

"Oh. Okay den," you said, suddenly calm as could be. You plopped back down on your butt, scootching backwards to lean up against the wall. "I wait here for her baf to be done. Tank you, Aunt Nat!" You casually sipped on your juice as Steve and Bucky's jaws hit the floor again. How the hell were you so calm now, when five seconds ago you were all headed for World War Three?!

Natasha chuckled and gave you a kiss on the top of your head before turning around and walking out of the room. All the men crowded in the doorway parted to let her pass, except Clint, who had collapsed against the wall, silently laughing at the others' dumbfounded expressions. Natasha turned back to them.

"You all are idiots," she said simply with a smile, before turning and walking out of the Thor shaped hole in the front wall while Clint howled with laughter.

[hyunverse]

single parents club ★彡 bang chan

bang chan x fem!reader

about — in which you stumble across a fellow single parent on a shopping trip.

word count — 1545 words.

warnings — feminine nouns used for reader.

note — thank you sooooooo much for requesting nonnie, and thank you for the patience!

Saturdays are one of Chan’s favourite days. For many reasons. 

One, the coffee shop down his block — Stanco Cafe offers 10% off on coffee every Saturday from 8 am to 10 am. 

Two, there is no traffic on Saturday mornings. 

Three, it’s his outing day with his daughter. Ever since Aera was three, it has been a routine for them to have a father-daughter day out every Saturday. 

Chan absolutely adores his Saturdays with Aera. Especially with the reality that Aera was getting older — the little baby who used to fit in his arms is now a four-year-old girl capable of buttoning her own clothes. He loves how Aera would go on and on about how her week went in kindergarten, with chocolate ice cream residue on her cheek. She would babble about how Uncle Felix and Uncle Hyunjin made fun of her new haircut the whole week, and how Uncle Jeongin sucks at tying her hair. Chan loves everything and anything about his Saturdays, it’s that one day he would cherish and feel light-hearted all day. 

It’s a Saturday again. Somehow, Aera had successfully convinced Chan into going shopping again. For three weeks straight Aera had consistently asked to go shopping — in which Chan sighed about, saying that his baby girl was getting older. Old enough to want to go on endless shopping trips. Aera had rolled her eyes and said, “of course I’m getting older! I can’t get younger!” The man swore to god that he needed to stop letting Hyunjin babysit his daughter. The sass was sticking to her. 

Aera’s in the fitting room alone, with Chan standing outside, leaning on the oak door. The moment the pair stepped into Oshkosh, Aera managed to grab multiple items (mostly pink and ruffle-y) in a few minutes to try on. The little girl with pigtails insisted on going into the fitting room alone, saying that she knew how to dress herself up. Hearing her words honestly made Chan feel like crying, in disbelief that his little princess was growing up so fast. He swore just a few weeks ago he would have to wake up in the midst of the night due to her loud cries. Nevertheless, he let Aera have her own fun, telling her that she could go into the fitting room by herself, under the condition that he would stay right outside the whole time. 

The moment you step into the store, you could tell that it was going to be a rough shopping session. The lights are much too bright for the grumpy one-year-old boy in the stroller. You sigh — it’s not like you wanted to go shopping, not with a baby of course — but you had no choice. The babysitter you trust wasn’t available, and Haru was outgrowing his clothes quickly. You needed new clothes for him quickly, and so you prayed the little boy would cooperate. 

“Give mommy a few minutes, okay baby,” you mumble, peeking into the hooded stroller, “we’ll go home right after I finish buying you new clothes.”

You only got ten minutes of silence. 

A loud cry interrupts your shopping session. You breathe in a heavy breath, looking around in embarrassment. Haru lets out loud sobs, eyes shut as he wails. You stop beside a rack close to the fitting rooms, quick to carry your son into your arms. Assurances slip past your lips as a way to comfort the little boy, your hand feeling his diapers in case it’s full. It isn’t. It’s not Haru’s feeding time either — so it’s fair to say that you have no clue as to why he’s being grumpy. 

You sigh in desperation, “come on Haru. . . work with mommy here. What’s wrong, hm, baby?” you say, knowing full well you won’t get a response in return. 

It takes a few minutes of witnessing your frustration until Chan goes over. His eyes are glinting with sincerity and slight concern. 

“Hey,” he greets you, offering a warm dimpled smile, “you alright?”  

You feel your head shake before you could fully process what to reply, “uh, not really. My son’s a little grumpy today.” 

“Oh,” he nods, “um. May I?”

Chan extends his hands towards you, offering to take Haru from your arms. See, if it was any other man, you probably would’ve turned the other way but something about the man standing in front of you made you feel safe and trusting. After only a second of hesitation, you pass your crying son towards him. He rocks the crying baby in his buff arms, humming melodic tunes.

“I think he’s feeling a little hot,” he says, placing Haru back into the stroller, “wait a minute.”

Curiously, you watch the unknown man reach into his backpack, gaining even more curious when he takes out a white portable fan. He clips it onto the handle of the stroller, eyebrows furrowed as he adjusts the wind level. 

“Okay, I think this is the right setting,” he mumbles, patting your (now calmed down) baby. 

To say that you’re impressed would be an understatement. 

“You can take the fan, it comes in really handy sometimes. It’s an extra one I happen to have, so I really don’t mind,” he looks up, so you could finally truly look at his face.

Oh.

He’s mesmerizing — his jawline looks like something Pygmalion would sculpt. His eyes are a pretty colour, and the dimples when he smiles make him appear oh-so warm. He’s the definition of handsome. 

“Thank you,” you say after you realize you’ve been staring, “god, I don’t know how else to thank you. You’re so good with kids.”

Chan rubs the back of his neck, flashing a humble smile, “no worries, for real. I have one of my own, that’s why.”

Your eyes widen at his statement. Meeting a young parent like you is a rare occurrence — in fact, you’ve never stumbled across one before. A part of you feels soothed that you’re not the only one going through the hardships of a young parent. 

“Oh, you have a kid of your own too?”

“Yeah,” the man nods, “a daughter, actually. Her name’s Aera.”

His smile gets wider at the mention of her daughter, and you could feel your heart swell at that. Right on time, a little girl in a pink tutu opens the fitting room door, a similar dimpled smile plastered across her cute face. 

“Dad!” she cheers, “can I get this dress?” 

Chan ruffles her hair, “of course you can, princess. C’mere.”

He takes the dress from Aera’s grip, glancing back at you. 

“How about your boy? What’s his name?”

“Haru. Thought it was a cute name, so I named him that.”

“Is that a baby?” Aera perks up, standing on her tip-toes to look into the stroller, “oh, he’s so cute, dad! So adorable! Can you get me one too?”

Both you and Chan turn red at her remark.

“Um,” he clears his throat, “maybe later, Aera. And stay quiet, you’ll wake the poor baby up.”

He turns back to you, offering an apologetic smile which you return with a small chuckle.

“Thank you, by the way — I didn’t catch your name, just realized,” you say.

“It’s Chan. And you?”

“Y/n,” you reply, “god, I don’t know what I would’ve done if you didn’t come to my rescue. Couldn’t get a babysitter today, and I’m a single parent so I had no choice but to bring Haru with me today.”

His eyebrows raise at your statement, “oh? You’re a single parent as well? Me too. It gets hard sometimes, doesn’t it? What not with us being young and all.”

You feel even more seen at his confession. 

“It gets so hard, please. Sometimes I feel like tugging all my hair out, actually.”

He laughs, before his eyes widen and he hurriedly whips out his phone.

“Hey, um,” he unlocks his phone, “there’s this groupchat I’m in that’s full of single parents near us. It’s really helpful, they usually suggest babysitters and stuff. Comes in especially handy when I go outstation and have to leave Aera. How about you give me your number and I’ll add you to it?” 

You get excited at the thought of meeting other people going through the same things as you, so you waste no time typing your number into his contacts. He watches you throughout the whole ordeal, admiring you. Chan has gone on a few dates after Aera’s mother got up and abandoned them, though none caught his eye the way you do. He can’t help the grin that appears as he admires you. 

“Thank you so much Chan, you have no idea how thankful I am for you. It’s been nice meeting you, seriously — but I kind of have to go now, before Haru gets up and gets grumpy again.”

He nods. Head thinking whether he should just ask you out on a date with him or if it was too early to do so. Right before you’re about to stroll away, he grabs a hold of your hand, a hopeful look in his eyes.

“Y/n, this might feel so odd to you, but uh — would you like to maybe, grab lunch together sometime?” 

You’ve never said yes to a date so fast.

[sundew199]

Random Reiner HCs (sfw)

A/n: a mix of relationship and non-relationship, some are modern day. Again these are just my headcanons, and just for fun :)

Will sing girly pop songs with you in the car, does not care.

Cannot sit on the couch for longer than 5 minutes or he’ll fall asleep and stay asleep for the rest of the day, you better hope and pray y’all don’t have plans

Has a HORRENDOUS farmers tan 💀, looks like he’s still wearing a shirt when he takes his off

Will only play videos games if Gabi and Falco ask him too, other than that he doesn’t play that often, but does like to watch you play your games. It’s like having your own narrator/commentator :)

Sets at least 10 alarms to get up for work in the morning but doesn’t wake up to any of them, you have to wake him up after the nth alarm by practically shoving him off the bed

Garbage disposal, will eat anything you cook without hesitation and don’t even think about buying snacks because they’ll barely last a day

Physical touch is one of his love languages 100%. If you don’t feel like cuddling in bed he’ll still find a way, like making sure his foot is touching yours 😭

He’s Bob the builders long lost brother, you’ll mention wanting a piece of furniture vaguely and he’s already putting together a mental list of the materials he needs to build it for you

Naturally fit, doesn’t need to go to the gym often to maintain his physique

Bisexual. (And I will not be elaborating)

Doesn’t mind doing skincare with you or letting you use him as a makeup canvas you just gotta convince him first,

Ironically isn’t that great with money, not extremely irresponsible but you have to hold onto his wallet or he’ll buy the entire store if he feels like it

Played sports in school, but never got that into them. He was naturally good and coaches loved him but couldn’t find the passion

Old man trapped in a younger body, swears he feels 50 when he’s only in his early twenties

He snores but SWEARS he doesn’t

Lowkey really bad at texting people back, prefers to call. And if he does call, clear your schedule cause it’s not going to be a quick one (you don’t mind hehehe)

He can be sooooooo dramatic if he wants to be. Over little inconveniences mostly he just wants to be babied, baby him >:(

Drives a truck and I mean like a 90s model Chevy pickup that he’s had since high school that he’s fully restored and is insanely proud of. Has not even considered getting a newer truck because he just can’t let go his older one (first big purchase he made, so it’s sentimental, leave him alone)

Very rarely has a filter, and not in that kinda way, he just sometimes says what he thinks out loud and you have to pretend you didn’t hear him and move on 😭

Is so blind to flirting, like total blindness. You had to finally spell it out to him that you LIKED him and not as a friend for him to realize what you were doing. It’s gotten worse since you and him have been together because he still doesn’t realize when other people flirt or throw themselves at him (he can be such a himbo, I love him)

Cat person

Very in tune with his emotions. Wasn’t always like that since he had a rough childhood but after going to therapy after high school he doesn’t conceal his emotions anymore and can be upfront at times

Does NOT play about you. Reiner is a very sweet caring person but the second he notices you’re uncomfortable around a guy/girl a flip switches and he turns into the intimidating beefy dude that no one wants to fuck with. (It’s lowkey so hot)

Worships you, (obviously) by buying flowers at least every week or two so that way they never die. Date nights, weekend trips, the whole nine yards. He loves spending time with you and showing you how much you mean to him

Grew up catholic, doesn’t practice anymore due to the conformity pushed onto him. Isn’t really religious in general but does believe in a high power.

Wants a big family. At least two kids, maybe more if you’re willing. Doesn’t like the idea of his child not having siblings like him and also just loves family orientation in general. Definitely a big family guy. 

Good with kids 😈

If you use any lingo around him like say: girl, girly, pookie, bae, dawg, homie, bro, etc. he will eventually start to use it unironically until he can’t stop. (I may be projecting but it’s funny so idc.)

[subtle-as-an-earthquake]

i am finally home and i'm pretty knackered but aaaahhh what a weekend!! ✨✨ so much happened in such a short amount of time, i'm still processing i think (also some personal stuff, that i won't bore you with). but yeah, the shows were absolutely epic, they were such good crowds for london standards. very rowdy but overall the atmosphere was amazing, and tbh that's probably in part because miles just exudes such incredible energy himself, if you ask me

just a little snippet of don't forget who you are from yesterday (night two) to illustrate:

also, a few random things i'm remembering now (which i'll put under the cut because i apparently remembered more than i thought):

miles seemed really really into it both nights, and really centered somehow? he was clearly having a blast and had everyone eating out of the palm of his hand, he's just SUCH an incredible showman. that's nothing new of course, but I was once again struck by just how very special and awe inspiring and just incredibly fun it is to watch him do his thing on stage. no one does it like miles fucking kane, baby

also, there were so many men in the audience who were just really letting go during the show, hugging their mates and singing the lyrics at each other, even full on crying when miles played colour of the trap (not even kidding, actual tears streaming down their faces). i don't think i've ever seen that at another gig to that extent, really. miles and his music seem to have - for want of a better phrase - a sort of liberating effect on a lot of men that's really nice to witness

on night one miles slipped on a spilled drink on stage and took a little tumble, but he recovered like a king and honestly it just made him look even cooler somehow lol

his arms and shoulders......... are sooooooo...... 🔥🔥🔥 dear fucking lord. his shoulders are broader than ever and honestly it was very hard to concentrate on anything else 🫠

after the show, we were chatting to ben for a bit who was just the sweetest and again talked about how he was a fan first (of arctic monkeys and tlsp and miles) and then sort of organically came to be a part of the band, and has just been having the time of his life so far! we were still chatting to him when miles came out after night 1, and when everyone started whooping, ben started screaming 'aaaaaahhh miles!!!' really loudly as a joke, before starting an impromptu chorus of the don't forget who you are 'la la la' that everyone joined in on. it was pretty hilarious

liam was super sweet too, and when he learned that i was dutch he was like 'oh we're playing a show in holland next week!' so i was like 'i know, i'm going!' and then he offered to put me on the guestlist, which was very kind of him even though i already have tickets lmao. he and ben both were very excited for that show for some reason, which made me even more excited as well!!

after night two ben and liam shared a massive hug outside and they both seemed really emotional, which was very sweet to see 🥺

nathan is the loveliest man alive. he said this tour was definitely the best one yet because the energy's just been amazing! he also asked us what are favourite album and song of the night was (his own fave was never taking me alive) and when I mentioned i just loved the bassline in coup de grace so much, he said it was as fun to play as it sounds, and that on the album it was actually miles who played it (that's probably common knowledge, but i didn't know!)

he also said that the band really is very close and they're all equals, and miles always says "we", and that he really is as kind and lovely as he seems 🥺 i mean, we knew that, but it was still really lovely to hear!

and of course, miles was once again just the most wonderful, gracious man ever with his fans, chatting to as many people as he could and taking pics with them and cooing at turtle paraphernalia, all while looking and smelling absolutely diviiiiine. he did seemed pretty knackered though, especially after night two, but that makes sense i think. and yet he still came out! truly a hero

as for my own chat with him, i for some reason went up to him like 'hiiiiiiiiiiiii' with my hands held out to him (idk man), and he just reciprocated my enthusiasm and took my hands and then held them and looked me in the eye while i rambled at him about how incredible i thought the show and he himself were, and he was just completely lovely, as always 🥺 such an angel

oh and finally, maxie is apparently staying with miles's mum while miles is on tour 🥺

i'm sure i'm forgetting things but this is already long enough 🙈 going to catch some zzz's now, i need them after this weekend

[stevetonyweekly]

Cap-Ironman Rec Week - Time Travel - Tuesday

IT’S TIME TRAVEL TUESDAY! 

Guys. I am so excited about today’s theme. Anyway--welcome to day two of @cap-ironman rec week, featuring---you have already been told--TIME TRAVEL! I am such a sucker for time travel with our boys, so here’s some of my favs. 

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The Twice-Told Tale by arysteia

For someone he'd hero-worshipped for so long, Steve Rogers in the flesh is a pretty big disappointment. For one thing, he keeps looking at Tony as though he reminds him of someone else, and even if he never says anything, Tony's pretty sure it's his father. A lifetime of not measuring up to Howard's expectations is more than enough, thank you very much, and he's certainly not going to make an effort to live up to any of Steve's. Steve's pretty clearly failed to live up to his expectations, in any case, and that's not hypocritical at all.

my thoughts: if you’ve followed the blog at all you will not be surprised to see this included. I almost didn’t, because i rec this fic so often. BUT--it’s my favorite time travel fic, and one of my favorite Stevetony fics of all time so. Read it, I love it, Steve’s patience in this is fucking saint levels. 

To Make Much of Time [Podfic] by paraka

When Iron Man rejects Steve's romantic advances, Steve is disappointed, but of course he understands -- Iron Man's secret identity is important. But when a portal opens and Tony Stark crashes into their midst from twelve years in the future, Steve starts to suspect that there are more secrets here than he can even begin to comprehend, and neither Iron Man nor Tony are providing any answers.

my thoughts: i am hugely fond of the original fic (by sineala) and the podfic that paraka did for it is just lovely. I adore identity porn and the way that the Tony’s interact. Perfection. 

Your Name on Every Wall by Sineala

The Time Gem throws Steve into the past rather than the future, and in doing so, it gives him the opportunity to undo his past mistakes. But when it turns out that all of his mistakes involve Tony Stark, Steve begins to wonder if he's ever going to be able to mend things between them.

my thoughts: the beauty of time travel is the hindsight and the angst of it is not being able to change a damn thing and Sineala captures that sooooooo well here. 

More Than Gravity by JenTheSweetie

“Aw, time travel, no.”

On Christmas Eve, Tony came unstuck in time.

my thoughts: time travel AND team as family shenanigans? What’s not to love? 

the mistakes we never made by Areiton 

Steve’s sigh is so tired Tony is actually offended. 

“I didn’t do this,” he says, before Steve can say anything. “I didn’t even play with any HYDRA tech and accidentally do this.” 

“Pretty sure I did this,” one of him says, easily. 

my thoughts: ok so this one is mine which might be cheating but ALSO--Tony having to face both his bratty past self and future silver fox self (and isn’t Steve’s attention there interesting) is just--fun. I love all the Tonies. 

[ingravinoveritas]

The people that keep saying not to ship Michael and David together in real life because of their relationships to Georgia and Anna are also the same ones who keep begging to have the two girls appear in the next season of GO as a couple because of Anna’s little joke of making out with Georgia. Seriously people saw that tweet of hers and immediately decided to ship them together and call them the “ineffable wives” but Michael and David have come out with soooo much more adorable moments of the love and joy they have for each other and everyone starts saying that it’s disrespectful to ship them when their “married” to females in real life 🤷‍♀️ I mean…. The hypocrisy is astounding and disturbing on levels I can’t even comprehend. The fact that Georgia, who is known to search her and David’s name on Twitter and answers back to anyone that tags or even mentions her didn’t even acknowledge Anna’s tweet says sooooooo much about this “best friend dynamic duo”. The fact that Anna is resorting to jokes about kissing another woman just for attention also…. WHEW. If this isn’t the biggest cry for attention I don’t know what is. And the fact that people feed into her attempts also and are petitioning for them to kiss and show up in GO!

Lord. I've seen so much talk about casting female actresses in regard to fem-presenting Aziraphale/Crowley over the past week, and while it is disappointing, I am not at all surprised. The first inkling I had was upon seeing the reactions when a behind the scenes photo of Crowley as Bildad the Shuhite was posted just before the release of GO 2:

It seems that a lot of folks were expecting/hoping for fem!Crowley, as we saw in Golgotha in season 1 (on the right), and when that turned out not to be the case, the reaction was to call Bildad!Crowley ugly, to say that he should shave, and other comments essentially making fun of this particular look. Obviously, much of this could have (and likely was) made in jest, but the overall consensus was clear: You can't be feminine with a beard.

(Which...I'd like to see someone tell that to Michael Sheen, because yes, the fuck you can...)

So from the outset, I was already bothered by what seemed like the hypocrisy of on the one hand celebrating a show where the characters are genderfluid/nonbinary by definition, and then on the other hand getting upset when one character doesn't fit into a prescribed, conventional idea of femininity.

When Neil subsequently mentioned that there had been a storyline for female-presenting Aziraphale and Crowley in the 1960s, it was dismaying (but again, not surprising) to see these same fans casting female actresses in the roles. Never mind that you already had David playing female!Crowley and Nanny Ashtoreth in season 1. Never mind that both Michael and David have played...well, "drag" doesn't seem like exactly the right word, but they've played women, and brilliantly subverted gender roles in their own ways. There is no reason to think that they couldn't do a fabulous job as fem!presenting Aziraphale and Crowley, except that (again) some fans seem to have a specific idea of femininity that they think does not or cannot apply to Michael and David.

Which then brings us to the apparent clamoring for Anna and Georgia as female Aziraphale and Crowley, which has again left me scratching my head. In all of the tweets and hubbub, I have not seen one person say why they think AL and Georgia would do a good job in said roles--like, "Oh, Georgia was so good as [insert role]" or "I loved Anna as [insert role]"--only that they would be "so amazing." This leads me to think that the only reason these fans want AL and Georgia in the roles is because they are Michael and David's partners. They are assuming that this is somehow a guarantee of the same profound understanding of the characters and their connection, despite there being no evidence of such a correlation. (I mean...I fooled around with my former grad school professor last year, but that doesn't mean I have a PhD...)

What it also seems to indicate is that these folks are not thinking of what is best for the characters, either, or indeed if playing female!Aziraphale and Crowley is something AL or Georgia would even want to do. Neil recently said that Georgia turned down a role in GO 2 supposedly because the character was older than her and she didn't feel it was appropriate. If this is the case, why would Georgia want to play the role of a middle-aged character? Because that is what Aziraphale and Crowley are--ageless celestial beings, yes, but beings who have chosen to present as middle-aged. That is a key part of who they are, so to have the female versions of them played by younger actresses makes no sense and seems downright disrespectful.

There is also what you said, about AL's cringey tweet from a little over a week ago. Georgia could have absolutely responded to or acknowledged it by now, as she has responded to several other tweets since then...but she hasn't. Not a reply, not even a 'like.' And I agree with you that that seems to speak volumes, and that it would probably be a good idea if people looked beyond the Staged-driven narrative of "Georgia and AL are BFFs" to see how Georgia actually seems to feel about her.

(And to echo another thing you said, I will never understand how it is somehow completely fine for fans to ship Georgia and Anna/want to see them make out despite neither of them showing that level of affection toward each other or having any visible chemistry, yet not okay to ship Michael and David who do have that chemistry and have been making their feelings for each other very obvious for the last several years...)

So yes, those are my thoughts on the whole female Aziraphale/Crowley fancasting situation. I just hope that if we do get them as fem!presenting in season 3, that it is Michael and David, because there is no way any other two actors could give us what we got with Aziraphale and Crowley the way Michael and David did. I guess we'll see what happens...

[footygirl114]

Tiro Libre (Alexia Putellas x Reader)

Sooooooo, part 3 in my Rivales Storyline, deffo read parts one & two if you want to understand better... Thank you to everyone for being so patient with me, and to the people who have reached out you are amazing!! 

The teams main focus after coming off the strong performance in Barcelona and the Christmas break was to bring that drive to the league and try to win it. Your main focus was not to miss your girlfriend too much, but also try to be her rock from a far while your friends were fighting for equality within the national team. 

You were able to spend Christmas back in Spain, but most of the time while you were there your house was used for the girls to meet and plan their course of action. Now that you were back in Manchester you realised how much you missed the Spanish girls being around constantly. Having watched them plan their attack and get ready to go to the federation you felt like one of the team. 

Being born in America you had been in the youth system for the USA but never actually got a look on the national team, until recent years you were mainly considered a bench player. It didn’t mean you never wanted to be on the national team, it just meant you could support your love and teammates in the supporters section. 

One night you were sitting on the couch in your Manchester apartment waiting for Alexia to call, you had been back for a week and you had a game the next afternoon. A low-key night was planned for you and Ona who had just left to grab your take away from the shop on the corner. When she slams the door open and yells out to you, she immediately has you standing and worried. 

Turning towards her you immediately see the panic in her eyes as she says “someone leaked the news, they are spinning it in their favour.” When she finishes you feel the dread in your stomach and cant help but think of what this means for the girls. 

“Im sorry Ona, I know thats not what any of you wanted” you tell her as you walk towards her and immediately pull the younger girl into your arms. You always knew she was sensitive, and you know she needs this as you can feel her tears soaking through your shirt. “It’ll be okay, you know the rest of them won’t let anything crazy happen Ona.” 

She sniffles and pulls back and says “you don’t know that Y/N” 

Shaking your head you tell her “I do though, you really think Ale or Irene will let them get away with this?”

“No” 

“Exactly, you know they have your back. You guys are all in this together.” you tell her. Before she can respond your phone rings with an incoming call from your love. “Speak of the devil” you say as you wink at Ona who smiles at you as you pick up the phone with a “Hi love” 

“Hola Ale, were your ears burning?” Ona asks with a laugh. 

She laughs through the phone as she says “I know you both only talk about me when I am not there” 

You all laugh and you chime in “In your dreams love, we have enough fun without you dragging us down” 

This gets a laugh from Ona and you drag her on the couch beside you where she settles with her head on her shoulder as you both settle in and talk with Alexia. “I am guessing you guys saw the news?” 

“Yeah, I was just telling Ona how you guys will not let this get you down.” you remind her. 

The way she responds makes you wish she was closer to you. “Oh Ona don’t you worry, there is no way they can keep La reina quiet, and you know we are all in this together, and I have your back”. The confidence she says that with gets to you, you know first hand how insecure she can be, and how she is worried for her teammates but she would never let anyone else know. 

You have to adjust in your seat as you are a bit turned on by her confidence and you hope Ona doesn’t notice but when you squirm one too many times she asks “you good Y/N? you cant sit still.” 

You immediately feel the blush in your cheeks as Alexia chimes in down the line “something caught your attention babe?” based on the tone in her voice she knows exactly what she is doing to you. 

Ona s continues to look at your for an answer as you say “yes i am fine, just worried for you all” finishing with a small smile to her as you add on “I may also miss Ale a little bit.”

“Oh you do? what do you miss most babe?” Alexia chirps from the phone.

Immediately Ona stands and squeals out a “ew gross guys, I am right here” 

Laughing you tell Ona “Come back, we can watch a movie and hang up on Ale for that comment.”

“hey!” 

“really?” Ona asks you in a soft tone. 

You smile and pat the couch beside you as you ask her “high school musical?”

She nods and settles back on the couch beside you as you hand her the remote you say into the phone “I’ll call you later babe.” 

“bye Ale! Sorry not sorry” Ona chimes in. 

“its okay you guys enjoy the movie. Love you both!” she says as she disconnects the call. 

Ona has the movie on and her head on her shoulder when you look at your phone screen as it lights up with a text from your love “you are the best, take care of Ona for me. xoxo” reading that you know she got exactly why you needed this time with the young Spaniard. 

**

The following days after the news breaks of the 15 players speaking out has your household on edge, waiting for the other shoe to drop. When the world steps up in support of the 15 you can see Ona start to relax a bit. She realises that maybe it's not going to be the end of her national career. 

You both are heavily focused on your club games, trying to keep up the momentum in league and in cup. The girls continue to remain on fire and head into the last week before the international break on a 5 game winning streak. You are looking forward to some time off, as you have been asked by the club to help run a girls camp. Being one of the more known players not linked to a national team you were excited to help out. 

When the roster announcements for the national teams started to come out you didn’t think anything of it, you never have had to. It wasn’t until you walked into your apartment to Ona lying face down on the couch not saying anything to you when you walk in. You think she’s asleep but when you move closer you realise she’s staring at her phone. 

“On you okay?” you ask as you step closer and crouch beside the couch where her face is turned. She turns her phone towards you and it takes you a second to clue into the roster announcement. “Oh shit. I’m sorry Ona” you tell her as you turn her phone screen off and put it on the table. 

“they left us all off the list” she says sadly. 

“It doesn’t mean anything, it means that you guys have made more a stink than you thought. They’re trying to make a statement back but it won’t work. You all won’t let it.” you tell her as you reach out and brush the tears off her cheeks. “Ona you are doing this to make the sport a better place for every young girl out there. You guys are heroes. you have seen the support you have gotten from players everywhere. This won’t last” 

“Maybe you’re right” she says as she sits up, you adjust to sit beside her as she says “No, you are right. I am not going to let this get me down. We still have a champions league to win, and this break will be good for me to rest up.” 

“exactly, that’s the right attitude.” you agree and before you can continue Ona’s phone rings with a zoom invite to join the other girls for a strategy session. “You have fun with that, say hi to everyone, I am going to make us dinner.”

When you head back into the kitchen you hear the girls on zoom, and you can hear your loves voice comforting the others and you are again reminded how amazing she is. Wanting her to know you shoot her a text “i love you Ale, you are amazing for standing strong for all of those girls, can’t wait until I can kiss your face.” 

Moments later you hear the team make fun of her for the blush on her cheeks as Ona yells out “Y/N, I am hungry stop texting Ale and make us dinner!” You laugh at her and continue on your way with dinner, only pausing to see the text from Ale says “I love you, call me when your in bed later babe.” 

**

During the international break, Ona had decided to hang around and help you with the camp for the young girls. You were happy she was going to stay around since you could keep an eye on her, but it would also be a quiet week without her around. The end of the first day of camp you were tired and lying on the couch gathering your strength to make dinner, Ona had decided to head over to one of the girls houses to watch movies but you had a face time date with Alexia. 

When your doorbell rings you groan and drag your self off the couch to answer the door. Not paying attention you open it as you ask “Mrs butler did you need sugar again?” your neighbour has knocked twice in a week for sugar. 

“Well I am not Mrs Butler but I can really use some sugar if it comes from you” the voice says and immediately you lock eyes with your love. 

“Ale, what are you doing here?” you ask her still standing staring at her. 

She steps closer without coming in as she says “Well I was hoping to get some sugar from my love, but she doesn’t look happy to see me?” 

Smiling you reach out and grab her shirt and pull her in as you say “get in here and get some sugar love.” Her hands settle low on your back as yours wind around her neck and you press your lips to hers. Every time you are reunited after being apart it feels like coming home, her taste, her touch, her smell, it completes your soul every single time. 

When you hear a door slam down the hall, you pull back and smile at her as you ask again “what are you doing here?” 

“well I suddenly had some free time and wanted to see you” she shrugs and leans in and connects your lips again. 

Pulling back you whisper “i love you”

“te amo mi amor” she says back as she presses her lips to your forehead. You reach around her and grab her bag and pull her and it into your apartment slamming the door behind you. 

She walks in and looks around and says “nice place babe. Want to take me on a tour?” 

You drop her bags and walk up to her, slowly unzip her jacket revealing the crop top you know she favours. Reaching up after its unzipped you push it down off her shoulders and down her arms as you say “maybe later” once her coat is on the floor you reach her waist band and slid your hands in and pull her towards your couch. You push her back and she sits starring up at you. 

“babe?” she asks as you step towards her and pull your top over your head, revealing your bare chest. You hated wearing bras when you were at home, this time being no different. 

The way you watch her eyes widen when you reveal your bare chest, and it fills your heart knowing you can still get this reaction out of her after being together all this time. stepping forward you place one leg on either side of hers on the couch as you straddle her and say “I’ve missed you Ale.”

“I’ve missed you too babe, and I have missed these two a lot too” she says as she brings her hands up to your breasts, and you cant take it anymore as you lean down and press your lips to hers. Once of her hands remain on your breast playing with your nipple as the other reaches down to slide under your waistband and settle on your ass. 

Moving one hand to the back of her head you bury it in her hair as the other settles on her breast over her shirt, she deepens the kiss and you feel her tongue tangle with yours and you cant help but let out a soft moan. It stirs her into action as he hand lowers into the front of your sweatpants and just as she reaches into your panties and slides her fingers through your wetness the door slams open. 

“Y/N? why is it so dark in here?” she says as she turns on the lights. You and Alexia only have  moment to move your hands back to safe places before Ona screeches and yells out “seriously! you have a bedroom!” as she spins back around. 

You laugh as you lean back and grab your shirt that was on the ground and pull it over your head as you say to Ona “were both wearing clothes now On, sorry about the show. I didn’t know she was coming so we got a bit carried away” you finish with a shrug. 

As Ona turns back around as you slide to sit beside Alexia as she says “Hola Ona, I figured I'd use the break to visit you guys and check out Manchester.” 

“We both know you came here for Y/N, but I will gladly help you find the best food places because Y/N has no taste.” she says with a laugh. 

“hey” you interject “if your going to stay with us you can’t team up on me thats not fair.” 

“life isn’t fair babe sorry” Alexia says with a laugh as she places a hand on your thigh and squeezes. 

Ona laughs and asks “are we going to order dinner? Leah only had that weird health stuff at movie night and I am hungry.” 

On cue your stomach growls causing you all to laugh as you say “I guess so, since my hunger wasn’t satiated earlier” 

Alexia laughs at Ona’s grossed out expression and she leans over and presses a kiss to your cheek as Ona says again “seriously get a room” 

You laugh at her as you ask “okay what are we ordering then?” 

When you finally get Alexia alone again later that night, after you are both spent and satiated from fulfilling your other hunger, albeit quietly since Ona was home, you are lying in your bed with Alexia curled up beside you. You are on your back and Alexia is on her side with her head resting on your shoulder, your arm under her head playing with her hair. She has a leg thrown over yours, and a hand tangled with yours on your stomach. 

You press a kiss to her forehead as you ask “can I ask you something ale?” 

She nods and says “Si mi amor” 

“How are you really doing?” you ask quietly against her head ending with another kiss to her forehead. 

You feel the deep breath she takes as she squeezes your hand and says “It’s hard, but I have to be strong for the others. You know I am not worried about not playing, I have won my awards, yeah I want an international trophy, but I don’t want to win it for a federation who treats us like this.” 

She turns slightly so she meet your eyes and you lean down and press a kiss to her nose as you say “you are amazing” 

Shaking her head she says “not if I end up ruining it for all the younger players, I hate that they are missing the opportunities they are for standing up, we should have left them out of it.” 

“hey, you wouldn’t have been able to keep any of them out of it, you are all doing this for a reason. To stand up for the next generation of female players love. You guys are role models.” You tell her as you lean down and press another kiss to her lips, pulling back you whisper against her lips “I am so proud of you love, and I am by your side every step of the way.” 

“I love you” she says back as she presses a kiss to your lips and settles back on your shoulder. a few moments go by and she says “I am so glad you have taken Ona in, I have always worried for her, but I am glad she has you” 

“she’s my hermanita” you tell her. 

She groans and says “no don’t, I am tired and you know you speaking Spanish gets me going.” 

You laugh quietly and press a kiss to her forehead and settle on your pillow with a whispered “buenas noches mi amor” she answers with a groan and presses a kiss to your chest under her chin, you fall asleep with a smile on your face. 

**

The three of you watched both Spanish games from your couch, neither of them going the way the federation thought they would. A 5-0 loss to England was embarrassing, but losing 3-1 Argentina was the icing on the cake of a bad international break for the team. Although hopefully this would light a fire under the federation and make them realise they need to get the players back on their side. 

The 10 days you had Alexia in your bed were the best nights sleep you have had in a long time, she just made you feel more complete. She also helped Ona a lot as they were able to talk about the struggles in person, and Alexia was able to comfort Ona better than you could when it came to this. 

When you were dropping her off at the airport you hated that she was leaving again but you both signed up for this, and you knew you would be seeing her soon. As you pull up to the gate you park and get out with her when she turns to you and says “I’m good from here babe, I really don’t want another scene in the airport” 

You laugh at meet her at the trunk as you tell her “I am going to miss you babe” 

“I am going to miss you too, I am already missing these two” she says as she grabs you in a hug and sneaks one hand to your chest and squeezes. 

You laugh and pull back from her and say “you are a dork and I love you so much” 

She smiles and press a deep kiss to your lips, you cant help but to smile against her lips, pulling back you say “I think we will be seeing each other soon anyway” 

“oh yeah? confident in your team?” she asks with a smirk.

You smirk back and with all the confidence you say “well we beat you didn’t we?” 

She laughs and says “yeah you cheated babe” 

“no way” 

“you did, playing the abs card wasn’t fair, but it won’t get me again” she says and she grabs her bags and settles them on the sidewalk. 

You close the trunk and step up beside her on the sidewalk and she wraps you in her arms. You wrap yours around her neck and bury your face in her neck. Its a few moments later that she places a kiss on your temple and whispers “I gotta go mi amor” 

You pull back and press your lips to hers one more time. Pulling back you whisper “I love you Alexia, kick Madrid’s ass so I can see you again sooner.” 

“Only if you kick PSGs love” she says back. 

“deal” you lean forward and seal it with a kiss. She pulls back and gathers her bags and turns to leave, turning back with a “I love you Y/N, Ill miss you” 

“Love you too” you say with a wave and watch her walk into the airport. 

**

You use the visit to fuel you, it helps to motivate you even more to want to win and be able to play Barcelona again. The upcoming game in Paris had a lot of hype around it, you had seen ads of it in the streets of Manchester and it made you excited to know that you had the city behind you. 

It was for nothing, the game was a snooze fest. Neither team played well, it ended up being a 0-0 draw, Mary came up huge and kept you in the game a few times. You didn’t know what it was, it was like the other team came out flat so your team matched it. It was not a game to be proud of. 

You tried to channel Alexia and get the team pumped up for the home leg, knowing it was the last chance you had to stay alive. In the middle of the champions league games you had a FA cup game against Tottenham to contend with. Deciding to light the fire under the team and focus on one game at a time, your team killed it. Took 60 minutes to get the first goal, but then the floodgates opened and you won 4-0 and moved on to the semis in the cup. 

Continuing the momentum was an easy way to encourage the team to dig deep and push through, knowing that the game was at Old Trafford and a Thursday evening game you knew it would be a wicked atmosphere. 

Waking up Thursday morning, you had an extra pep in your step. Barcelona had beaten Real the night before at Camp Nou and broke the attendance record, it was electric and you hoped your fans would bring it too. It also motivates you to know that winning this game would mean playing Barcelona again, and getting to see Alexia soon. 

The whole day leading up to the evening game was chill, Alexia was unreachable, you knew they would be analysing game film but you wished you could speak to her. Once you got to the stadium you were in the zone, until your phone buzzed with a good luck text from your love. You continued to pump the team up in warm up and through the team huddle, then you continued with the tradition of fist bumping everyone in line before taking your place behind Mary, who was just as fired up. 

Coming out flying you go up 1-0 in the first 15 minutes. The rest of the game remains a grind until the 86th minute, PSG are pressing for the equaliser. A beauty of a ball from Ashley Lawrence gets swung in and when Millie jumps to clear it she gets challenged and when she heads it clear it bounces of the PSG attackers head and goes right back into the net, flys too quickly on the redirect past a frozen Mary. 

You couldn’t believe the luck, that was easily a one in a million deflection and of course it happened at the end of a champions league quarter final game. Holding on until the final whistle you know extra time will be necessary. Walking over to your bench you grab your electrolyte bottle and take a minute to look at the fans who are supporting you behind the bench, when you meet the eyes of your love. 

She smiles and mouths “I love you, now go kick ass” and ends it by blowing you a kiss. You smile and feel the confidence in you reignite, and you turn and use it to pump up your team. Coming out flying you have chance after chance, you Ella hits the post twice, Alessia makes the goalie make a fingertip save. You just cannot buy a goal. 

When towards the end of the first half of extra time, Katie gets a ball off a rebound just out side of the box, she tees it up and before she can strike the ball, she gets taken out. Whistles are blown and a yellow card is produced. The trainers come over and check on Katie and have to take her to the side for treatment. She’s your normal free kick taker, so when Marc yells at you to take it you are surprised, but you know you can do it. 

You stand over the ball waiting for the refs whistle, and you close your eyes, you picture the training field back in Barcelona. You and Alexia and a bunch of balls, trading free kick goals for kisses. In your head when the ref blows the whistle you know exactly where this is going. Leading up to it you strike it and know its going in. 

The roar of the crowd and Ona hopping on your back is your indicator of the goal. You celebrate with the team, and when you head back to line up for kick off, you point behind the bench where you know Alexia is and press a kiss to your lips and point it back towards her. 

Your girls hold out and make it to the 120 minute mark and when that whistle blows the team is immediately celebrating. A few minutes later the team is winding down and you may your way toward your love. She’s moved to the bottom of the stands where you gesture for her to hop the barrier. 

As she moves towards you, you cant help but smile as you notice the united jersey she is wearing. When she gets close enough you pull her into your arms and tell her “I am so glad you are here” 

“I wouldn’t miss this for the world babe, that free kick was amazing.” she tells you and presses a kiss to your cheek. 

Never one to participate in PDA so publicly what you do next surprises you both as you pull her into you and press your lips to hers hard. She indulges you and when you pull back you tell her “Free kick goal equals a kiss right?” 

She laughs and presses her lips to yours again and when she pulls back she says “that one deserves two love” 

“I love you” you tell her, “and I love you in my jersey” 

She smiles at says “I won’t be wearing it again until after we play” 

Sticking your tongue out at her you tell her “It won’t last long when we get home, It’ll look better on the floor anyway” 

Her eyes darken and before she can say anything back Ona runs up and jumps on you both with a “amigas guess what!” 

“Hola Ona good game, you were a beast” Alexia tells Ona with a smile. 

You smile at them both and say “whats your news On?” 

Alexia steps up beside you and places her hand on your lower back as you both face Ona when she says “Jorge is out, the federation is cleaning house and we may be called back into the team!” 

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Day one of Hideduo/FitPac Kiss Week – Kiss on the Cheek & Cat Café AU

[ Ao3 link ] [ Set in the GeR universe! ]

[ fic below cut ]

“Bem-vindo!” Pac chirped, finishing the cat latte art he was doing for the customer’s drink. His back was facing the door, so he couldn't see who had entered. “I’ll be with you in a moment!”

It was midday on a Tuesday, which meant it was a slow period for the café. There was only one customer in the café, an old lady who visited often to play with Coquinho. She always ordered a latte and let Pac practice his latte art with hers.

“Damn, Pac.” A familiar voice said from behind him, causing him to break into a grin. “No time to greet your boyfriend? I am wounded.”

Pac spun around, a smile stretching across his face. “Fitchi!” He cheered, quickly grabbing one of the small plates and placing the mug of latte on top of it. “I always have time for you.” He said, quickly walking towards the table were the customer was seated, leaving the drink and plate with her.

The old lady gave him a warm smile and mumbled a thanks, turning back to where she was playing with Coquinho. Pac smiled at them before turning to Fit, crossing his arms. “Aren’t you supposed to be at the gym now?” He asked, teasingly.

“U-Uh, well…” Stuttered the American, rubbing the back of his neck and looking everywhere except for Pac. “Is it a crime that I want to visit my Brazilian boyfriend during my break? It’s been sooooooo long.”

The shorter male laughed, shaking his head. “It’s only been two days–”

“Too long.” Fit interrupted, opening his arms and engulfing the other male in a hug. “I missed you.”

Ever since they got official, Fit liked to pop by the café whenever he had a break. At the start, he claimed it was to check how he was doing after recovery, but Pac knew he just wanted to see him. It was very endearing, and Pac found himself looking forward to those visits.

“You are so clingy.” Pac teased, but hugged back. “Missed you too, though.”

After a few seconds, the pair pulled back and Pac walked to one of the tables, grabbing the dirty mugs and plates that were left there. Fit followed, grabbing some more dishes.

“You know, I can clean all these by myself, right?” Asked Pac, rolling his eyes playfully as he walked towards the sink.

Fit hummed, following behind. “Of course I do.” He said, placing the dishes in the sink and wrapping an arm around the Brazilian’s waist. “But I would like to spend as much time as possible with my boyfriend, thank you very much.”

The black-haired male groaned in fake annoyance. “Fine.” He said, leaning closer and kissing the other’s cheek.

“Oh!” The other said, face turning a nice shade of red as Pac started to scrub the mugs. “That’s, um, nice. What is it for?”

The other male laughed, shaking his head as he finished washing the mug and set it aside. “No reason.” He said, smiling as he turned to look at Fit briefly. “Just felt like it.”

“Cool.” Fit said, still processing what happened. “Cool. Cool. Very cool. Yeah.”

Pac snorted, rinsing the last mug. “Very smooth, Fitchi.” He said, rolling his eyes. They’ve been dating for almost a year now, and Fit still got so shy whenever he showed affection. Pac loved how he could do very simple gestures, like kiss Fit’s cheek, give him a rose or hug him from behind and Fit would collapse like a Victorian lady at the sight of an ankle.

“Hush, you.” The taller male mumbled, cheeks a pretty shade of pink. “So, uh... what have you got planned for this weekend?”

“This weekend? Hm.” Pac hummed, drying the last of the mugs and setting it aside. “I think I was gonna spend it cleaning my house– Richas is staying with Felps and Niki is taking over the café this weekend."

“Really?” Fit asked, his face brightening. “Because, um, Ramón is having a sleepover at Dapper’s for the weekend and the house will be empty. I was wondering if you’d like to, uh, spend the weekend at mine?”

Now it was Pac’s turn to blush. “O-Oh. Of course.” He said, a smile spreading through his face. “That sounds great– I’ll be there.”

The American’s hazel eyes brightened, and a wide smile appeared on his face. “That’s... That’s great!” He said, trying to hide the excitement in his voice and failing miserably. “I can’t wait, it’ll be nice!"

Pac giggled, shaking his head at his boyfriend’s cuteness. “It’s settled, then.” He said, drying his hands and leaning closer. "I’ll come over on Friday after I close? So at ten?”

“That works for me.” Fit replied, pulling the other’s waist against his and pressing another kiss on his cheek. “Can’t wait.”

Pac laughed, heart so full he felt like he was about to burst. “Neither can I.” He said, before glancing at the clock on the wall. “Hey Fitch, your break ends in fifteen.”

“What?” Fit said, eyes widening and looking at the clock. “Shit. I’ll be late.” He said, letting go of Pac. “See you later?” He asked hopefully.

“See you later.” The other replied, smiling. “Go, or else you’ll get yelled at by Bagi. Again.”

The American pouted. “I’m her boss, though.” He mumbled.

Pac laughed. “Still.”

“Fine, fine.” Fit groaned, but turned around and walked towards the exit. “See you! Boa tarde!” He called, opening the door and stepping outside.

Pac rolled his eyes, but the smile remained on his lips. “Boa tarde, Fitch!” He said, before the bell rang again, signaling that Fit had left.

He couldn’t wait for Friday.