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Falling Slowly - Chapter 1

Pairing: Tommy Miller x f!reader

Word Count: 2000+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story. 

Notes:This started as a simple idea for Tommy. He had different ideas and I can’t say no to those freckles and smile. Thanks to @mermaidxatxheart for helping me get unstuck. You always have such great ideas!

And a big thanks to @wyn-n-tonic for helping me form thoughts and give this a little shape. I hope I can be a quarter as talented as you one day!

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It’s crowded in here tonight. Not quite theme park during season full, but close enough. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t seriously need a drink after the day I had at work. And this bar was the closest place to home that was still open.

Or maybe I just pulled into the first place I found.

I somehow manage to score a seat at the crowded bar, sliding quickly onto the stool that’s still warm from its previous occupant. I raise my hand to the bartender and she nods, taking another 2 orders before taking mine.

“Rum and Coke. Less Coke.”

She smiles, tossing me a wink before she walks off to make the drinks. I have to admit I’m mildly impressed by her memory, as she had taken at least 10 drink orders before mine and memorized them all. No wonder she has an overflowing tip jar.

It probably helps that she has giant tits too.

I take a few sips, letting the warmth of the rum spread through me, loosening my muscles before setting the glass down. The music playing is stupid loud, but the people seem to like it, jamming their sweaty bodies together in a tight group in the middle of the dance floor. 

I’ll admit, this isn’t typically my scene. But the patients today were really on their game of trying to piss me off and I decided I earned a drink. I just wish I’d known how loud it would be. Thankfully, I'm not on call tomorrow.

“Hello, gorgeous.”

A man sits next to me, shifting his body so he’s facing me. When I don’t respond, he repeats himself, a little louder.

“I’m ok, thanks.” I try to let him down easy, but turning down a man who’s tipsy and looking to get laid is not an easy thing to do.

“Not yet you aren’t. We haven’t even spoken yet.” 

Sighing, I turn my head to look at him. He’s all blue eyes and light hair, a slight tan on his face but one from hanging out at the pool and not from manual labor. I’d be surprised if this guy had to work for anything.

“I’m flattered, really, but I just want to drink in peace.”

“Oh, come on now, gorgeous. A little conversation won’t hurt.”

“Really, I’m good.” I turn my head back to my drink, removing my hand from the top of it to take a sip. 

“You look stressed. I can help with that.” 

His hand finds its way to my thigh, squeezing me slightly. But before I can do anything, a different, larger hand removes it for me. 

“She said she was done talkin’.”

This new guy is gorgeous. Broad shoulders, a barrel chest, arms that could totally lift me, coupled with beautiful black curls, freckles speckled across his olive skin, accentuating his eyes, which I'm sure are normally kind when they aren't staring down an asshole. 

The man who was talking to me yanks his hand away and stands up, the bar stool scraping across the floor. 

"Fuck off, friend."

"Not until you leave the lady alone."

The man puffs up his chest, sticking his pointer finger out, jabbing at the man with the curls that I'd love to touch. 

"Why don't you fuck off so you don't get hurt, hhmm? Me and the lady were getting along just fine."

The man with the curls looks at me and I shake my head, both to say I'm never going anywhere with this man and please don't get yourself hurt.

"Doesn't look like she wants to go with you."

The man glances over at me and I fix my face into what I hope is confidence. 

"No way. I'm not going anywhere with you."

The man narrows his eyes. "I bought you a drink. The least you could do is come home with me."

Curls laughs and oh, I would love to hear that sound again. "Imagine being such a dick that you think forcing a drink upon a woman entitles you to sleep with her."

The man draws his fist back and quickly releases, punching Curls straight in the nose, his head flying backwards. He stumbles but doesn't go down, his hand swiping at his nose to see its already bleeding. The man tries to grab for me but Curls stops him, landing several good punches of his own. 

"Stop! He's not worth it!" I try to step in but it's pointless. I can't get close enough to stop anything. 

A minute or so later it doesn't matter because the cops show up, separating the men and loading them both into the back of cop cars, Curls meeting my eyes and giving me a small smile before he's pushed into the cab. 

"Excuse me," I stop one of the cops. "Which jail is he going to?" 

"Travis County. The one on 10th."

"Thanks."

The men load up and take off as I turn to walk to my car and head to the police station. When I arrive, the desk officer tells me I'll have to wait a while for them to be processed, but that they will both make bail.

So I wait. 

Several hours later, the kind desk officer rouses me awake and let's me know I can post bail. I do and they ask me to wait in the lobby while they bring him to the front. When he comes around the corner, he's talking to the officer that's escorting him.

"Yes sir, but can you tell me who posted my bail?" 

The officer nods in my direction while extending his arm out, indicating that the man should proceed without him. Curls turns in the direction the officer pointed him and locks eyes with me as I stand, folding my jacket over my arm. He smiles as we walk towards each other, making my cheeks feel warm under his gaze. 

"You bailed me out?"

"I had to. You saved me."

God his smile is like sunshine. "Oh, you didn't owe me anything, darlin'." 

"I definitely did. That guy was a creep and who knows what else he could've done?"

"Well at least let me pay you back the bail?"

I wave my hand at him. "No way."

"There must be some way for me to pay you back?"

I gesture at his face. "How about you let me take care of that?"

He touches his nose and looks at his hand, seeing some dried blood. "Oh, no that's ok. I'll just go clean up-"

I step closer to him, hand stretching towards his face. "I can't believe they didn't get you checked out."

"Ah I'll be alright."

"Stop arguing and come with me."

He looks at me, all brown eyes and tiny freckles, a small smile tugging up the corners of his mouth. "Yes ma'am."

Oh I am so fucked. 

He follows me to my car and gets in the passenger side. As I turn the key on the ignition, I realize I don't even know his name. 

"I'm Tommy by the way." 

I tell him my name. "But my friends call me Daisy."

"Well it's nice to meet you, Daisy."

We make it back to my place, as his truck had been impounded and so unavailable until morning. Tommy tries to decline my offer of a place to stay while he waits for his truck, until I ask if I'm so offensive looking that he wouldn't want to come up to my apartment. 

"No way, ma'am. Quite the opposite."

He follows me upstairs, kicking off his boots when I kick off my shoes. He looks around nervously and I see him scanning all the windows and doors. 

"You serve?" I ask. 

He looks at me, eyebrows raised. "Yeah. Desert Storm. How'd you know?"

"My dad always scans a place when he enters it. I'm assuming you'll want your back to a wall too? Exits visible?"

"I…yeah. That would be preferable."

I gesture to my couch, which is against the wall. "Have a seat. Let me get my first aid kit."

I grab my kit and some ice in a bag and sit next to Tommy, who turns his broad chest towards me when he sits up. His eyes glance behind me at my bookshelf.

"That shelf looks like it's on its last leg."

I chuckle. "Probably is. I've had it forever and it wasn't high quality to begin with. Just some Ikea shit."

He groans, like I’ve just offended his entire ancestor line. "No, not Ikea! I could make you some new ones."

"What, are you a carpenter or something?"

"Similiar. Contractor. But I do know my way around wood."

"So do I."

Tommy shifts his legs at my implication and I smirk, dabbing at the now dried blood on his face, cradling his chin with my other hand. 

His eyes are on me, so close I can feel his breath puffing out against my skin and I feel heat starting to pool between my thighs.

"Pride and Prejudice?" He asks. 

"What?"

"On your shelf."

"Oh. Yeah. Haven't read it in a while but I was obsessed when I was little. Wait - have you read it?"

He smirks. "Are you surprised?"

"A little."

"My niece needed help with her book report. So I read it to be able to help her."

"You read an entire book to help your niece with a paper?"

"Yeah."

"That's really sweet. Not many people would do that."

"Oh I'm not many people."

"That's for sure.. hey Tommy, are you hungry? I have some pizza left over."

His eyes flick between mine, a soft smile appearing on his face.

"I love pizza."

"Great!" I move to the kitchen and start getting out the pizza, putting some slices on my pizza stone and turning on the oven to preheat it. 

"I rented the new X-Men movie from Blockbuster. Have you seen it?" I ask as the oven bings and I slide the pizza in it. 

"You managed to snag a copy?"

"I bribed the cashier."

He chuckles. "I haven't seen it yet."

"Ok cool. I'll put that on for us."

The pizza finishes reheating and I divvy it up, offering Tommy a beer. We sit on the couch, plates on the coffee table as I get out the DVD. Tommy whistles. 

"You got a DVD player?"

"Yeah. It was my one splurge on myself when I moved here. Well that and a new mattress."

I fast forward through the commercials, cursing the makers for not adding a "skip ad" button. 

"Is your boyfriend gonna be alright with us hanging out?"

“Yeah, no. I don’t have one of those.”

Tommy sits up a little straighter. “Oh? Why not?”

I shrug. “I just moved to a whole new city and wanted to settle in. I don’t like long distance because it just never works out. Plus I can’t deal with all the-” I twist my wrist in a circle “- neediness?”

Tommy chuckles. “Neediness?”

“Yeah. My job takes a lot out of me and honestly, I don’t have the mental space for a boyfriend right now. That’s why I like you.”

Tommy points to himself, eyebrows raised in question. “Me?”

“Yeah. I’ve only known you a few hours but you’ve already saved my ass and don’t act all high and mighty. Plus you have great taste in books and movies.”

Tommy and I finish watching the movie and I drive him back to the impound lot now that it’s open. We exchange numbers and promise to hang out again, both of us missing the glances in the other’s direction. Although I’m pretty sure he caught me staring at his ass when he was standing at the checkout counter. 

“So you’re just….friends?”

Tommy nods, taking another sip of his beer. “That’s what I said, Joel.”

Joel studies his brother, his eyes narrowing. “She pretty?”

“So pretty she’d make a man plow through a stump.”

The corner’s of Joel mouth tick up for a second before he fixes a stern look on his face. “Be careful, Tommy. It’s hard for men and women to be friends if they’re attracted to each other. Someone’s bound to get hurt.”

“That would mean she’s attracted to me, big brother, and there’s no way. She ain’t lookin’.”

“Mmmhmm.”

“‘Sides, don’t you want a good example set for Sarah? That boys and girls can just be friends?”

Joel shakes his head, pointing at Tommy. “I don’t want her near any boys for any reason for her entire life.”

>>Chapter 2>>

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Hope - Gotta be Hopeful

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Summary: After Joel loses his wife and your best friend during childbirth. You support him as he takes on parenthood on his own at 22. But when feelings start to develop, you battle with the guilt you feel for falling for your best friend’s husband.

Relationships: Joel Miller x Reader

Warnings: Like AO3 I choose to give none. Read at own risk. 18+… this is to avoid spoilers! (So happy y'all loving this fic. Sorry in advance for this angsty chapter ♥️ slightly shorter chapter but it'll all make sense in the end 🙊)

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Your brows pulled together as you eyed the time on the clock. It was gone midnight and the later it got the more worried you became. Alec had promised you that he'd get back no later than 11 and had sworn to call if that was to change. So the fact that it was just shy of 12:30 had you picking up your phone and opening your contacts. 

Your brows pulled tighter when Tommy's name started to flash on your screen. 

"Tommy, what's up? Everything okay?" 

"No." He choked down the phone and your stomach sank. 

"What's happened?" You managed to ask as your hands started to shake. 

"Joel and Alec were heading back from the bar and... Shit... They were heading back and..." He trailed off and your throat tightened as you waited for him to continue "They were in an accident..." 

"What do you mean?" You sobbed as your eyes flitted to the photo Alec has recently had printed and framed of you all at one of the many weekend BBQs you'd had. Joel smiled as he held a giggly Sarah in his arms with Noah at his feet, grabbing his jeans as he grinned at his friend. You and Alec were in a natural embrace. He's kissing your temple as you grin at the camera whilst Tommy stood to one side scrunching his face at the two of you. 

You had taken a few but that was the one you'd ended up picking. It emphasised the family-like unit that had developed between you all. 

Tommy's sob pulled your attention back to the call you were on and you fought to keep yourself together. "I'm on the way to the hospital now with Sarah... Shit... shit it's bad. It's really bad."

"What hospital Tommy?" He gave you the address and told him you were leaving before heading up to Noah's room. 

You picked up the sleepy toddler and grabbed the emergency to-go bag that Alec always had packed for him. The little boy was confused when you carried him to the car and put him in his seat but you tried your hardest to stay calm so that he didn't get worried. 

"Where's daddy?" He asked sleepily as he wiped his eyes and you choked back a sob. 

"We're going to see Daddy, honey." You said softly as you jumped in the driver's seat.

"Is daddy okay?" He asked softly and you shut your eyes a moment as you willed your tears away. 

"I hope so sweetie." 

...

Tommy was cradling a sleeping Sarah against him when you arrived in the waiting room. Noah looked around at his surroundings, his mussy clutched tightly in his little hand. His eyes grew wider when he saw Sarah and he grinned as he jumped up and down on the spot. 

"Sarah here." He screeched, quieting down when you crouched down to his level. 

"I know sweetie but she's sleeping right now." You said softly "We need to be quiet whilst we're here okay? There are lots of poorly people that need to sleep to get better." 

"Are Daddy and Joel sick?" He asked quietly and you nodded softly.

"Yeah, baby... they are but the doctors are going to help them feel better." You said sweetly "But we need to be quiet and gentle so that they can rest okay?" 

He nodded, eyes growing a little teary and you were quick to pull the toddler into your arms, looking at Tommy over his shoulder. He gave you a grim look that made your stomach sink. A short while later, Noah and Sarah were curled up together on the couch in the corner, fast asleep. He held her closely, the blanket from her emergency back draped over the two of them. 

"What are the doctors saying?" You finally managed to ask and Tommy scraped a hand over his face as his eyes drifted to the kids. 

"Joel was driving." He started and confusion filled your features at this new information "Truck jumped a light and t-boned them." 

Your shaky hand flew up to your mouth as you tried to muffle the gasp that slipped from your lips. 

"Joel's suffered internal bleeding and a bleed on the brain. They've put him in a coma and he's on life support. Won't let me see him till he's more stable. They're trying to treat the brain bleed without surgery but..." He trailed off, throwing his head in his hands as he tried his hardest not to fall to pieces. 

"What about Alec?" You asked softly, listening to the soft sigh he let out before he raised his head to look at you again. 

"He's in a bad way." Tommy confessed "Broken leg and arm. Internal bleeding and head trauma." He stated, taking a moment to compose himself "They had to remove his kidney and gallbladder..."

"What else?" You pushed, knowing there was more "Tommy, what else?" 

"His spine was damaged too." Tommy replied, finally looking at you as his eyes started to mist with tears "They're concerned about the long-term damage but at the moment it's too early to tell." 

"Are you telling me he may not walk again?" You sobbed, glancing at the children when Noah moaned softly in his sleep. 

Tommy couldn't keep the tears at bay. They silently slipped down his cheeks as you looked at him pleadingly. 

"They don't know." He answered honestly and you sobbed, cradling your bump when your baby girl started to move. 

...

3 hours later you were finally able to visit Joel. The doctor had promised you that you would be allowed to see Alec soon so you resigned yourself to waiting. You carried Sarah, the lighter of the two toddlers and Tommy carried Noah as you were led to the ICU. Joel was situated in his own room, surrounded by different machines that were throwing out different sounds. Sarah turned her head, tiredly rubbing her eyes as she looked at her father who lay in the bed in front of her. 

"Daddy?" She said softly, leaning back to look at you before returning to her dad "Daddy." She said, her voice growing more distressed and you hushed her as you carried her closer.

"Daddy's not very well." You said softly as you sat in the chair that had been placed beside his bed, Tommy pulling the spare sat in the corner up next to you. 

"Daddy owie?" She asked as she pointed at the scratches visible on his face and arms.

"Yeah, daddy's got a few owies but they'll get better honey." You said softly "Just needs to sleep a little bit and then he'd be all better." 

You knew it was going to be hard for the toddler to understand. You wished you knew what to do. Tommy was 19 so you knew that he was going to need help with Sarah whilst Joel was in the hospital. You were going to need each other as you navigated this mess. 

Now more than ever. 

...

Tommy took care of the kids whilst you went to visit Alec. He looked, physically in better shape than Joel. The doctor had advised you he was sedated but that they were confident he was going to recover. 

They just weren't sure if he'd walk again. 

His right side was almost pure plaster. His arm and leg elevated to help the healing process. You sobbed as you sat beside his bed, wishing you knew what to say to him. How were you going to cope if he ended up paralysed? 

You were 6 months pregnant and had a 3-year-old also. The idea that you were going to have a disabled partner too was daunting. 

"Hey." Alec croaked, pulling you out of your thoughts and you jumped to your feet, cradling his face as you kissed him sweetly. 

"Hey." You sobbed as you pulled back and rested your brow on his. 

"Hey, no tears." He said softly as he used his uninjured hand to wipe them away "It's okay... We're okay." 

You nodded softly, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as you drew your head back to look him in the eye.

"How's Joel?" He asked and you choked on a sob "He's not?..." Alec asked as his eyes grew wide and you shook your head.

"No... No, he's alive but he's on life support." 

"Shit... God this is my fault... If I hadn't offered for him to drive-"

"No, hey. You can't think like that." You said as you placed your hand on his hip, pulling your hand back when you noted the stitches "Oh, sorry." 

"It's fine, can't feel it." He said, shaking his head and your eyes widened at that "What?" 

You were fighting not to break down as you stepped back from him and covered your mouth to muffle the sobs that wanted to slip out. 

"Baby... what aren't you telling me?" 

"You damaged your spine in the accident." You choked out, hand shaking as you spoke "There's... there's a chance that..." 

"A chance of what?" He pushed and you sobbed harder "Fuck, baby you're scaring me. Just spit it out."

"You might not walk again." 

The silence that fell over you both was deafening. Your whole body was shaking as you watched him process this news, your hand on your bump as she gave you a powerful kick. Making you wince. 

"You okay?" Alec asked, taking you by surprise and then your eyes followed his to your hand rubbing where she just kicked and you nodded. 

"Yeah, she's just making herself known." You chuckled as you made your way to his side again and placed his hand on your bump, smiling as he smiled at the feeling of his little girl moving underneath his fingertips. 

"We'll work this out." He stated, eyes not leaving your swollen middle "It might now be easy but we'll get through this." He finished, looking up at you "I promise." 

You nodded at him, lifting his hand to kiss his grazed knuckles. You believed him. No matter how this went. You were going to make it. 

Alarms started to blare from another room and your stomach dropped. The sound of Sarah screaming made your blood run cold and you glanced at Alec before sprinting out the hall, almost colliding with Tommy as he was pushed from the room, Sarah crying in his arms and Noah clutched his leg. You pulled the inconsolable toddler from his arms so Tommy could pick up Noah, watching through the slits in the blinds hanging in the window as the doctors shocked Joel. 

"DADDY!" Sarah screamed, thrashing in your arms as she tried to reach for him and your heart broke as you stood there and watched them work. 

Praying for her sake that they could bring him back. 

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Tommy Miller x f/Reader

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Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: Some swearing.

WC: 3138

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Summary: f/Reader was in a relationship with Tommy before he leaves the QZ. She joins Joel, Tess & Ellie along with her twin sons to find Tommy, & when they finally see him, it doesn't go how she expected it.

YN'S POV:

When I found out Joel was going to find Tommy, I knew I had to tag along. At first, Tess wasn't happy that I was coming along.

Not because she thought I wanted Joel, but because she made a promise to Tommy, that she was going to keep me safe, and by keeping me safe, that was keeping me in the QZ.

I met Tommy when he and Joel first arrived in the Boston QZ. I was instantly drawn to them. They barely spoke to anyone when they first arrived but I was able to get to know Tommy after we ended up working on the same shifts. I learned about his life before the Outbreak.

But Tommy started to hate it in the place I have learned to call home. A place that was free from the Infected. Yeah, the people in charge were pieces of shit. He then met Marlene and became enthralled with the idea of the Fireflies and their ideas.

He was convinced that they could change the world and make it a better place for us, but they were just ideas.

When he would bring up me and Joel joining the Fireflies, I would gently turn him down as I hated seeing his face crestfallen.

Now him bringing it up to Joel, would cause a massive fight between the two of them. I would end up leaving them alone and heading to my place before curfew.

I would usually find Tommy at my door, needing a place to stay while he cooled off from his fight with Joel.

The two of us found solace in one another. We started as friends with benefits. Then I found myself falling for the charming man who was only a few years older than me.

After many months of the two of us hooking up, I told Tommy I couldn't see him anymore.

"Why not? Haven't I been good to you YN?" He asked me. Him clearly confused.

"Yeah, Tommy but I just can't keep doing this. I can't keep pretending that everything is fine when," I trailed off. I couldn't even continue my sentence.

"When what, YN?" He stood up from his spot on the couch, in my apartment.

"Doesn't even matter Tommy."

"Come now baby girl, tell me what is wrong." He went to put his arms around me to console me but I just shrugged him off.

"I can't keep pretending everything is fine when I have fallen for you."

"We made a deal that we wouldn't do that YN." His voice was low as he put his arms at his side.

"I know but I just couldn't help it. I tried to fight it, I did Tommy."

He opened his mouth to say something else when he closed it, turned around and grabbed his coat and walked out the door, slamming it behind him.

He left me standing there, stunned at what just happened.

My heart felt like it shattered into a billion pieces at that very moment, instantly regretting having this conversation.

I made myself busy and took on extra shifts to keep myself occupied. It worked during the day, but when I was alone, the thoughts came rushing back.

A few days after our conversation, I found myself re-reading Anne of Green Gables for what seemed to be the 100th time, there was a knock on my door.

It was past curfew, and I knew that no one should be coming.

I got up and looked through the peephole and to my surprise it was Joel. I opened the door and I could by the look on his face that this wasn't a happy visit.

"What's wrong?"

"We have to go, now." He said to me.

"Joel, I am not leaving and risk getting caught unless you tell me what the hell is going on." I stood my ground for once with him.

"It's Tommy. He got into a fight and he won't let me nor Tess fix him up. He is asking for you." That had me pushing past Joel, not caring if I got caught for being out past curfew. I had to get to Tommy.

But that night, if it wasn't for Joel, I most certainly would have been caught.

The two of us walked quietly and swiftly through the streets of Boston QZ and made it to Joel's apartment.

"I have to warn yeah YN, he got it pretty bad." I nodded my head in understanding, waiting with bated breath as he took his time to open his door.

I could hear Tommy and Tess arguing.

The two of them quieted down when Joel and I walked in. Tess looked relieved and moved away from Tommy.

"Joel and I will just be in the other room." She said as she placed her hand on my shoulder and squeezed it.

I got to work, doing my best to clean him up as best as I could, with what little I had. The two of us didn't speak, me trying to concentrate and him, well who knows why.

"YN," He finally spoke. I stopped bandaging his hand and looked up at him, but the anger I felt towards him came rushing back at that very moment.

"YN, will you please look at me."

"Why? I have nothing to say to you, Tommy."

"That isn't true baby girl." My head snapped up at the nickname.

"You do not get to call me that. Once I am done here, I am through with you. I poured my heart out to you and what did you do? Walked out the door and didn't even bother to look back."

I went back to work on him, looking over each bruise and cut. Made sure that nothing was broken. "I left because you are too good for me YN."

I snorted at that and kept working.

"It's true, at least to me YN. When you told me how you felt, I could just see myself screwing up your life. You deserve someone better than me."

"I should be the one to decide that, not you. Can't you see it has been you since we got to know each other Tommy?" I sighed. I could feel myself getting tired.

"I can do all I can do. Keep the cuts clean and change the bandages. Only light work for a few days."

"You would have made a great Doctor YN." I gave Tommy a forced smile. I was just in my second year of schooling when the Outbreak happened. I help out now in the QZ when I can for the smaller ailments.

I was about to get up when I felt Tommy place his hand on my arm. "You know I love you too YN. Being away from you these last few days has been horrible, but I can't stand to lose you as a friend."

"You won't Tommy. I am not going anywhere."

That night we had our first kiss as a couple with his older brother coming out to make fun of him. A playful side of Joel that doesn't come out that often.

But as the years went on, Tommy couldn't stand living in the QZ anymore and that was the cause of our big fights.

And one day he was just gone. He left in the middle of the night, knowing I would make him stay. It was after a massive fight he had with Joel I came to find out later.

My heartbroken once more. Not knowing if he was okay or not. Two days later I found a note he wrote for me.

He told me that he loved me and that he will be back for me. To take me away from this hell hole that we have come to call home.

That was five years ago and he hasn't returned. Joel was the one who communicated with him. I was so angry with Tommy and he knew it.

When it was my turn to send out a message, Tommy never responded. I tried a few times but Tommy decided to cut me out his life and I had to learn to accept that as I had more important things to worry about, or should I say two little someone's.

I found out a few weeks after Tommy left that I was pregnant. When it came time to deliver, I was stunned when two boys came.

Theo and Tate Miller, I named them.

And that has brought me here to this very moment, Joel was beyond pissed when the three of us joined him, Tess and Ellie, on this adventure as I called it for the boys.

"I am not leaving them behind. Who knows what FEDRA would do to them," I could see that Joel was fighting an inner battle with himself, but he knew we would just follow behind him.

And he also knew I was right. If I stayed behind, he knows that I would be detained, along with my sons. I would have been tortured or the boys of been tortured as well.

"Fine, but the children stay in the middle. No wondering off, got it?" He said sternly to his nephews.

"Yes, Uncle Joel."

Ellie stood between them and held their hands and asked them questions as we walked toward the ruins of the old city.

Things were going smoothly until all hell broke loose. First I saw Ellie's arm and her head almost got blown off.

"I am not infected. I am immune. I have been like this for like three weeks." I had the boys behind me as I looked at Joel to see what the fuck he wanted to do.

So we waited it out and Ellie was right. She showed no signs of being infected and I was stunned.

And the next thing I knew, we were running for our lives and trying to stay quiet as the Clickers can't see shit.

Then Tess became infected and stayed behind to sacrifice herself.

The five of us that were left, ran out of the building. Theo slipped from my grasp on the way out, but Ellie was able to grab him and pull him up.

We watched as the building went up in flames, my heart breaking at the thought of losing Tess, but we had to move on. We couldn't stay here any longer than we needed to.

We walked to Bill and Frank's place. I was excited to meet them as I heard so much about the from Tess. When I asked Joel about them, all he told me was, "they can be trusted," and that was good enough for me. If Joel didn't trust someone, then there is a good reason.

But as we soon learned, they died together, on their terms. So we grabbed supplies and got in Bill's truck and headed on our way.

I sat up front with Joel and the kids sat in the back. "What are you gonna do when you see him?" I asked Joel.

"Probably punch him." I couldn't tell by the look on his face if he was joking or not, but knowing Joel it can go one of three ways.

Punch to the face.

A hug.

Or a punch to the face and then a hug right after, blood pouring out of Tommy's nose.

"You?"

"Same." I might just punch him.

"Good. After what he put you through, you can have the first punch."

"Thank you, Joel."

Joel was furious that Tommy left and he became almost enraged when I told Joel I was pregnant. At first, Joel stayed away, not knowing how to take the news, but one day I came home and there was a crib next to my bed.

I found Joel, standing next to it looking kind of sheepish. I was at a loss for words.

"I know the baby can't sleep in your bed all the time so I thought, well," Joel was stuttering trying to show some type of emotion. All I did was hug him and say thank you and he patted my back awkwardly.

We got to the blockade and had to go around it. Ellie is sitting up front now and I am in the back with Theo and Tate, letting them sleep against me.

They woke up to the sound of their Uncle getting frustrated at us for getting lost in an unfamiliar city.

"Where the hell is everyone?" I asked.

"My thoughts exactly YN." Joel and I were on high alert, trying to see if there was anyone. Someone came stumbling out of nowhere, calling for help.

Joel didn't waste a second as he backed up and got away from the obvious trap.

"Put your heads down," I told Ellie and the boys. Ellie went to question me but the boys quickly ducked their heads.

But then people were shooting at us and we had to get to safety. We ended up in some garage, Joel and I shooting at the small ambush.

We didn't hear the man walk through the back way. I felt something hit the back of my head and I went down, instantly blacking out for a few moments.

I woke up to Ellie standing behind Joel and the attacker, and Ellie shooting to protect Joel.

The man was begging for his life, but Joel quickly put an end to his pleas.

"You good YN?"

"Yeah, just a headache." I could see Theo and Tate peeking out of the wall.

"Good, we have to find somewhere to hide." We grabbed what we could from the truck and headed to unfamiliar territory.

The tears were streaming down my face as I helped Joel and Ellie bury Sam and Henry. Poor Sam became infected and his own brother shot him.

We tried to get the gun away from Henry, but he turned it on himself before we could stop him.

Joel and I moved the bodies outside and picked the spot where we could bury them. Ellie insisted on helping us and I let her, even though Joel said no.

The boys weren't too far from us as they know not to go far. They have been quiet since they witnessed their friend get shot.

But this is just how this world is now. We either kill when we have to or become the Infected.

"Which way is West?" Ellie asked. Joel looked around and pointed in the direction. Ellie took her backpack and started to walk that way.

I dropped the shovel and grabbed my bag, whistling to get my son's attention. They quickly joined by side, gripping my hands as tight as they could.

Joel wasn't far behind us and Theo let go of my hand and waited for his Uncle to catch up. I turned to watch the two of them, smiling to myself as I watched Joel take Theo's outstretched hand in his and slow down his stride just a bit so his nephew could catch up.

Tommy told me about Sarah and that first night of the Outbreak. How Sarah died in her Dad's arms. That explains how Joel was and still is. That can mess someone up.

But when I see him with Theo and Tate, I can catch glimpses of what I assume is the previous Joel. These two have a hold over him and he will never admit it, but I can see it.

The seasons changed and it is now late Autumn, early Winter I am assuming. We have finally made it to Wyoming.

We found some good people who took us and even gave us horses to ride on. Ellie had her own, and Joel and Tate were on one, as were Theo and I.

We rode for a few days, stopping when we could to give the horses and ourselves a break and then we made it to a small community.

I made sure that I had one arm wrapped securely around my son as the people were giving us funny looks.

We got off the horses and I saw Joel go running. I heard him call out a name and I looked up and it felt like everything froze.

Tommy.

The two of them embraced and I knew they were questioning each other, and then Tommy's made eye contact with me over Joel's shoulder.

"I guess that is Tommy," Ellie said as she stood next to me.

"Yeah, it is." I had so many emotions running through me, I had no idea how to react. The two of them are now heading this way and a woman had now joined them.

"YN." Tommy barely had my name out his mouth and I was hugging him, telling him how much I have missed him.

He pulled back and gave me a tight-lipped smile and looked down at his sons. "These are Theo and Tate. They are very excited to meet you."

"And I am Ellie." Who stuck her hand out for Tommy and the mysterious woman to shake.

"YN, I believe you and I should talk."

"Oh, this is the YN, how nice to meet you. I am Maria."

"Hello, Maria, nice to meet you," I said to her before Tommy escorted me away from the small group. I knew the kids would be safe with Joel and Ellie.

"YN," He ran his hand across the back of his neck.

"Tommy what is it you can tell me." I took a step closer to him and he took a step back.

"I don't know how to say this, but Maria is my wife."

It was my turn to take a step back. I looked him up and down and the next thing I knew, my fist almost connected with his nose, but he caught it.

"You are a piece of shit Tommy Miller. You have had five fucking years to tell me you found someone else. I came out here to find you with our sons."

"You could have stayed home."

"And how the hell was I supposed to know you were married? You didn't tell any of us."

I turned around and stomped away from him, but he was trying to get me to talk to him.

"YN you have to understand." I spun around and pushed him away from me.

"Understand what? You got lonely? That you needed someone to keep you company? You know what the hell I was doing? Oh, no because you ignored me. I was raising your boys, telling them how great their Dad is and how he can't wait to meet them."

"And I want to get to know them."

"Nope, not happening. As soon as Joel and I can head back to the QZ, we are leaving."

"YN, come on."

"Fuck you Miller. Have a nice life."

PART 2

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[soulofapatrick]

Love in the Limelight - Gabriel Luna x Reader

Summary: You and Gabriel decide that you want to tell they world you're dating at the red carpet of The Last of Us premier

Words: 2k

Warnings: mentions of anxiety and panic attacks 

Notes: as always, Gabriel needs all the love and attention he deserves and requested by @pedritosdarling​

Y/N’s POV

Stepping out of the limo is always the most nerve wracking part of these red carpet events, so I’m anxious and especially anxious tonight of all nights as Gabriel and I had a long discussion a week ago about telling the world we’re an item. We decided to do it tonight, at the red carpet premier of The Last of Us which Gabriel plays the flirty, southern drawling Tommy Miller. 

The noise of the fans is almost deafening as I take Gabriel’s hand when he offers it to me to get out the limo. A sense of excitement and anticipation adding to the anxiety as I wave at some of the fans calling my name, Gabriel and I dropping hands out of habit. I feel beautiful and powerful right now, my stylist being an amazing person and putting me in a black, stylish suit tailored to fit my every dip and curve. The fabric against my skin I both luxurious and empowering and I can’t help running my fingers over the silky soft fabric. My hair is curled into waves, inspired by my stylists love for Peggy Carter which made me chuckle a little when he showed me my hair but I absolutely love it! 

The cameras flash and fans scream and it’s a little overwhelming but it’s part of what you sign up for when becoming a celebrity of any kind. The fans are holding up signs with Gabriel and Pedro’s names, waving photos and pens and some are crying. It’s always amazing to see how much love Gabriel’s getting as he’s very underrated in my opinion, even if it’s a biased one. The very man is elbowing me lightly and nodding to the side where, to my surprise, some fans have merchandise of my character from Supernatural and are crying and screaming my name too so I do the only thing I know. I go over to them, greeting them and having conversations with them, letting them take pictures with me and signing everything and anything they want. One girl even asks me to sigh her upper arm, telling me she’s going to get it tattooed and it sort of blows me away. The fans always humble me and I always try to give each and every one the same amount of attention. 

All too soon Gabriel’s sliding his hand into mine, apologising to the fans and guiding me into the theatre where the red carpet continues but inside is just for the paparazzi to get their pictures. His hand is warm and strong in mine as he squeezes it reassuringly, sending me a nervous smile before he’s letting my hand go and placing it on my waist. He pulls me close for the paparazzi and I can feel his russet eyes on me, gaze intense and focused, full of love and adoration that leaves me almost breathless. He looks incredibly handsome, dark curls styled and messy and that suit? With the turtleneck? I want to jump him here and now as it looks so fucking amazing on him. 

I’m barely registering the flashing of the cameras as the air is suddenly thick with emotions between us, feeling like we’re in our own personal bubble, separate from the chaos that is the red carpet. I can sense Gabriel’s nervousness but at the same time there’s a strange sense of excitement building inside me as I’m unable to look away from him, not caring if we’re ruining the paparazzi’s photos. And then, without any warning, Gabriel is leaning down and capturing my lips in a sweet and somewhat sensual kiss. The cameras are going crazy and interviewers are yelling questions at us but I can barely hear them over the sound of my own heartbeat. In this moment, as cliche and cringy as it is, it feels like everything else fades away and it’s just the two of us, lost in the intensity of our feelings for each other. The kiss feels like it lasts forever and I never want it to end but, eventually, Gabriel pulls away and the world comes rushing back. 

My cheeks are burning with the heat of the moment and the realisation of what we just did. There’s no going back now but I don’t mind that as now? Now I get to kiss Gabriel in public whenever I damn well please and I get to pot him on my social media as much as I like with no consequences. Despite the chaos we have caused Gabriel keeps his focus on my, making sure that I’m okay and feeling comfortable and his arm stays securely wrapped on around my waist trying to pull me even closer if it were possible. 

We are ushered on to the next stop which is Gabriel’s interview with Samantha, I’ve had interviews with her before for the Supernatural premiers and she is such a sweetheart. She’s one of the few interviewers I don’t mind as she asks insightful questions and just makes you feel so much at ease during the craziness of these events. She’s greeting us with warm and genuine smiles that has some of my anxieties fading. She acknowledges me before going back to Gabriel which I don’t mind as this is his interview, not mine and I’m just happy to take in the surroundings. 

“So Gabriel, you’ve played quite a few different roles but would you agree that Tommy is definitely the most complex and nuanced role? Can you tell us a bit about the preparation you did for the role and ho you approached bringing such a well loved character to life?” Samantha begins the interview. 

“Oh wow, that’s such a great question,” Gabe nods thoughtfully, arm moving back to my waist as he formulates his answer with thoughtfulness, “Well, we were told not to play the games but I had played it a little bit years ago so I came to set knowing the basics about Tommy and it was just finding my own groove and working out what would work with him and what wouldn’t.” 

I stand there, a sense of pride and admiration for the gorgeous sun kissed man, smiling softly at him before Samantha surprises me by turning her attention to me and asking me a question, “And you of course, Y/N Thornberry! You’re no stranger to playing complex roles with your experience playing Eleanor Winchester in Supernatural for the last few years, how do you think Gabriel did?” 

“Oh! Well, I think it’s quite difficult to compare the complexity of the characters as Nell is a Winchester and hunting the weird and creepy is in her nature while Tommy got thrown into this life unceremoniously. I’ve played both games of The Last of Us and from the few times I was on the set and seeing them all act I think Tommy has really brought so much life to such a complex character and I couldn’t be prouder of him!”

“You know I just have to ask, you two? Quite the surprise, when did this happen?” 

“We’ve been together for almost two years now but just wanted to keep our relationship separate to our work as there can be quite a lot of stigma around couples being cast in the same shows and I for one don’t want to affect Y/N’s career as she’s doing so well.” 

“Do you think the same?” Samantha asks me and my throat is tightening as I begin to hear the paparazzi yelling and flashing their cameras right in my eyes. My heart starts to race as I open my mouth to reply but I can’t find my voice, my hands shaking ever so slightly and Gabriel is quick to notice, taking control of the question and answering for me. Samantha takes the answer graciously, eyes flickering down to my shaking hands a sympathetic look crosses her face, “I shall let you move on, have fun tonight the pair of you and we’ll continue this another time!” 

We reach the photo spot, marked with a very small ‘x’ on the carpet and my anxiety is bubbling up again, making me feel overwhelmed again at the frenzy of cameras, voices and lights. I can’t a glimpse at Pedro and Bella now making their way down the carpet but quite a few cameras are still focused on us and the paparazzi are yelling at us to kiss, some for me to get out of the shot and just for us to pose for them. 

“It’s okay, love. Just focus on me,” Gabriel’s whispering in my ear, voice low and comforting and that southern drawl making me shiver despite my anxiety. He’s pressing a gentle kiss to my temple and I’m taking a deep breath, feeling his strong presence and unwavering support. Those long and nimble fingers catch my chin and turn my head so I’m looking up at him to see that despite the chaos around us his expression remains soft and tender, eyes full of love and devotion. His body solid, warm and comforting against mine, feeling the gentle touch of his hand on the small of my back. His hair, a tumble of soft curls, brushes against my cheek and I can smell the faint hint of his sandalwood and vanilla cologne. My stomach fluttering as he’s searching my gaze for any hesitation and his touch gentle and reassuring, reminding me I’m not alone. He’s leaning down and kissing me again, lips tender and passionate despite the audience. 

Gabriel’s pulling away too soon and before the nerves can bubble back up, Bella is appearing in front of us, a mischievous grin on their face. They wedge themself between me and Gabriel, wrapping their arms around both of our waists and smiling for the cameras. We follow along, sending confused looks at each other over their heads before they’re glancing up at us and exclaiming, “You guys are so cute! Totally telling everyone you’re my parents.” 

Gabriel’s chuckling, a deep rumbling in his chest as he grins from ear to ear as he pulls Bella into a hug, yanking me with them both and Bella’s laughing as Gabriel replies, “Thanks Bella, we’ll take the compliment but don’t think we’re quite ready for parenthood just yet.” 

The whole interaction seems to make the cameras and yelling ease up, no longer focused on us as Bella chats with us and begins the final walk into the theatre to watch the beautiful show that they both helped create. It’s a relief to have a moment of levity amidst it all. I’m sandwiched between the two of them, feeling Gabriel’s hand on the small of my back again as he gently guides me forwards while Bella has their arm linked through mine and we’re all giggling and laughing as the tension fades away. Even as we approach the doors of the theatre, the paparazzi continue to snap photos, their cameras flashing relentlessly but it's different now, more manageable. Maybe it's because we have each other, or maybe it's because the worst of it is over. Whatever the reason, I feel like I can breathe a little easier. 

As we reach the entrance, Bella drops my arm and turns to us with a grin. "You two are so cute," she says again, teasing us. 

Gabriel chuckles and wraps an arm around my waist, meeting my gaze with amusement in his own as he tells me matter of factly, ”We’re like the cool aunt and uncle now.” It draws laughter from all of the paparazzi that are within earshot, and their cameras are suddenly less intense. It's like they're satisfied with the shots they got, and now they're content to let us go. 

We slip inside the theatre, the air cool and quiet after the chaos of the red carpet. I take a deep breath, feeling Gabriel's hand squeeze mine reassuringly. No matter what the magazines and websites post tomorrow, I know we'll be okay. We have each other, and that's all that matters.

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[giveamadeuschohisownmovie]

Next chapter of my Robbie Reyes/Ghost Rider AOS spin-off fic is out! Take a read and enjoy! Let me know what y’all think of the story so far, I’d love to hear.

Chapter summary: A day in the life of Lisa Ortega-Cagney as she deals with the campaign for Mayor of Los Angeles and reconnecting with old friends. Meanwhile, Nico Minoru is forced to take drastic steps in order to solve the mystery surrounding Leo Fitz...

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[godjustkys]

what fandoms do you write for? and for those fandoms, are there any specific characters you won't write for? and is there are a limit on how many characters we can ask about per request? will we get less headcanons if we ask for more characters?

Okay, so let's get the cinematic fandoms out of the way first. Then, we'll move onto anime.

Characters that are highlighted in blue are strictly only fluff fics.

Fandoms I write for;

- Teen Wolf

- MCU

- Supernatural

- The walking dead (AMC)

- Merlin (BBC)

- Dune

- Game of Thrones

- Friends

- Maze runner

- Lord of the Rings

- The Hobbit

- Harry Potter

- Brooklyn Nine-Nine

- IT

- Diary of a wimpy kid

- Dead Poet's Society

- Shameless

- Handsome Devil

- The black phone

- Sweet home

I am open to writing for characters that are from different fandoms that I haven't listed, but it's not necessarily a guarantee that I will present a fanfic for you.

Now,

The characters I will write for;

Teen wolf:

- Stiles Stilinski;

- Scott McCall;

- Derek Hale;

- Allison Argent;

- Lydia Martin;

- Isaac Lahey;

- Jackson Whittemore;

- Peter Hale;

- Malia Tate;

- Kira Yukimura;

- Liam Dunbar;

- Theo Raeken;

- Jordan Parrish;

- Erica Reyes;

- Ethan;

- Aiden;

- Christopher Argent;

- Mason Hewitt;

- Danny;

MCU:

- Tony Stark;

- Peter Parker;

- Bruce Banners;

- Thor Odinson;

- Loki Laufeyson;

- Steve Rogers;

- Natasha Romanoff;

- Stephen Strange;

- Wanda Maximoff;

- Clint Barton;

- Bucky Barnes;

- Carol Denvers;

- Shuri;

- Sam Wilson;

- Okoye;

- Wade Wilson;

- Pietro Maximoff;

- Vision;

- Scott Lang;

- Yelena Belova;

- Peter Quill;

- Gamora;

- Nebula;

- Matt Murdock;

- Xu Shang-chi;

- Eddie Brock;

SUPERNATURAL:

- Dean Winchester;

- Sam Winchester;

- Castiel;

(my knowledge is limited, I'm so sorry.)

THE WALKING DEAD:

- Rick Grimes;

- Carl Grimes;

- Michonne;

- Negan;

- Daryl Dixon;

- Eugene;

- Rosita Espinosa;

- Maggie Greene;

- Glenn Rhee;

- Carol Peletier;

- Andrea;

- Gabriel Stokes;

MERLIN:

- Merlin.

- Arthur Pendragon;

- Morgana Pendragon;

- Guinevere;

- Lancelot;

- Mordred;

- Leon;

- Gwaine;

- Elyan;

- Percival;

- Princess Mithian;

DUNE:

- Paul Atreides;

- Chani;

- Feyd-Rautha;

- Duncan Idaho;

- Leto Atreides;

- Stilgar;

GAME OF THRONES:

- Jon Snow;

- Robb Stark;

- Ned Stark;

- Jaime Lannister;

- Catelyn Stark;

- Cersei Lannister;

- Daenerys Targaryen;

- Jorah Mormont;

- Sansa Stark;

- Arya Stark;

- Theon Greyjoy;

- Joffrey Baratheon;

- Sandor Clegane;

- Tyrion Lannister;

- Samwell Tarly;

- Margaery Tyrell;

- Tywin Lannister;

- Tormund Giantsbane;

- Brienne of Tarth;

- Ramsay Bolton;

- Tommen Baratheon;

- Jaqen H'ghar;

- Grey Worm;

FRIENDS:

- Rachel Green;

- Phoebe Buffay;

- Ross Geller;

- Chandler Bing;

- Monica Geller;

- Joey Tribbiani;

MAZE RUNNER:

- Newt;

- Minho;

- Gally;

- Aris;

- Frypan;

- Janson;

- Thomas;

LORD OF THE RINGS:

- Frodo;

- Samwise;

- Galadriel;

- Aragorn;

- Boromir;

- Faramir;

- Arwen;

- Éowyn;

- Éomer;

- Legolas;

THE HOBBIT:

- Bilbo Baggins

- Thorin Oakenshield;

- Kili;

- Fili;

- Tauriel;

- King Thranduil;

- Elrond;

HARRY POTTER:

- Harry Potter;

- Hermione Granger;

- Ron Weasley;

- Draco Malfoy;

- Severus Snape;

- James Potter;

- Sirius Black;

- Regulus Black;

- Remus Lupin;

- George Weasley;

- Fred Weasley;

- Bill Weasley;

- Luna Lovegood;

- Neville Longbottom;

- Bellatrix Lestrange;

- Cedric Diggory;

- Lucius Malfoy;

- Oliver Wood;

- Seamus Finnigan;

- Dean Thomas;

BROOKLYN NINE-NINE:

- Jake Peralta;

- Amy Santiago;

- Charles Boyle;

- Gina Linetti;

- Ray Holt;

- Rosa Diaz;

- Terry Jeffords;

IT:

- Richie Tozier;

- Eddie Kaspbrak;

- Beverly Marsh;

- Henry Bowers;

- Bill Denbrough;

- Patrick Hockstetter;

- Stanley Uris;

- Ben Hanscom;

- Mike Hanlon;

DIARY OF A WIMPY KID:

- Rodrick Heffley;

DEAD POETS SOCIETY:

- Greg Heffley;

- Neil Perry;

- Todd Anderson;

- Charlie Dalton;

- Knox Overstreet;

- Steven Meeks;

- John Keating;

SHAMELESS:

- Fiona Gallagher;

- Lip Gallagher;

- Ian Gallagher;

- Debbie Gallagher;

- Carl Gallagher;

- Liam Gallagher;

- Jimmy Lishman;

- Karen Jackson;

- Mandy Milkovich;

- Mickey Milkovich;

- Kevin Ball;

- Veronica Fisher;

- Svetlana Yevgenivna;

HANDSOME DEVIL:

- Conor Masters;

- Ned Roche;

- Dan Sherry;

THE BLACK PHONE:

- Finney Blake;

- Robin;

- Vance Hopper;

- Bruce;

- Billy;

- Griffin;

SWEET HOME:

- Cha Hyun-su;

- Lee Eun-hyuk;

- Pyeon Sang-wook;

- Jung Jae-heon;

- Seo Yi-kyung;

- Lee Eun-yu;

- Yoon Ji-su;

- Jung Ui-Myeong;

ANIME FANDOMS THAT I WRITE FOR;

- One Piece;

- Naruto;

- SK8 the infinity;

- Tokyo Revengers;

- Attack on Titan;

- Black Butler;

- One Punch Man;

- Hunter x Hunter;

- Demon Slayer;

- Jujutsu Kaisen;

- My Hero academia;

ONE PIECE:

- Monkey D. Luffy;

- Roronoa Zoro;

- Vinsmoke Sanji;

- Nico Robin;

- Nami;

- Usopp;

- Chopper;

- Franky;

- Brook;

- Shanks;

- Mihawk;

- Trafalgar Law;

- Eustass Kid;

- Rob Lucci;

NARUTO:

- Naruto Uzumaki;

- Sasuke Uchiha;

- Sakura Haruno;

- Itachi Uchiha;

- Kakashi Hatake;

- Tsunade;

- Obito Uchiha;

- Madara Uchiha;

- Hinata Hyuga;

- Shikamaru Nara;

- Ino Yamanaka;

- Rock Lee;

- Neji Hyuga;

- Gaara;

- Temari;

- Haku;

- Konan;

- Deidara;

- Sasori;

- Pain;

- Minato Namikaze;

- Kushina;

- Sai;

- Yamato;

SK8 THE INFINITY:

- Reki Kyan;

- Langa Hasegawa;

- Tadashi Kikuchi;

- Miya Chinen;

- Kaoru Sakurayashiki;

- Kojiro Nanjo;

- Ainosuke Shindo;

- Shokichi Oka;

TOKYO REVENGERS:

- Takemichi Hanagaki;

- Manjiro "Mikey" Sano;

- Izana Kurokawa;

- Haruchiyo Sanzu;

- Shinichiro Sano;

- Ken "Draken" Ryuguji;

- Naoto Tachibana;

- Chifuyu Matsuno;

- Keisuke Baji;

- Emma Sano;

- Hinata Tachibana;

- Nahoya "Smiley" Kawata;

- Souya "Angry" Kawata;

- Kazutora Hanemiya;

- Takashi Mitsuya;

- Tetta Kisaki;

- Shuji Hanma;

ATTACK ON TITAN:

- Eren Yeager;

- Mikasa Ackerman;

- Armin Arlert;

- Jean Kirstein;

- Connie Springer;

- Sasha Braus;

- Levi Ackerman;

- Hange Zoë;

- Erwin Smith;

- Annie Leonhart;

- Reiner Braun;

- Bertholdt Hoover;

- Zeke Yeager;

- Kenny Ackerman;

BLACK BUTLER:

- Sebastian Michaelis;

- Ciel Phantomhive;

- Grell Sutcliff;

- Undertaker;

- Ronald Knox;

- Alois Trancy;

- Claude Faustus;

ONE PUNCH MAN:

- Saitama;

- Genos;

- Fubuki;

- Tatsumaki;

- Kamikaze (Atomic Samurai);

- Zombieman;

- Metal Bat;

- Child Emperor;

HUNTER X HUNTER:

- Gon Freecs;

- Killua Zoldyck;

- Kurapika;

- Leorio;

- Hisoka;

- Illumi Zoldyck;

- Chrollo Lucifer;

- Feitan;

- Kalluto Zoldyck;

- Alluka Zoldyck;

- Shalnark;

- Pakunoda;

- Kite;

- Wing;

- Phinks;

- Machi;

- Nobunaga;

DEMON SLAYER:

- Tanjiro Kamado;

- Nezuko Kamado;

- Zenitsu Agatsuma;

- Inosuke Hashibira;

- Kanao Tsuyuri;

- Genya Shinazugawa;

- Giyuu Tomioka;

- Shinobu Kocho;

- Rengoku Kyojuro;

- Gyomei Himejima;

- Sanemi Shinazugawa;

- Mitsuri Kanroji;

- Iguro Obanai;

- Muichiro Tokito;

- Akaza;

- Douma;

- Muzan Kibutsuji;

JUJUTSU KAISEN:

- Itadori Yuuji;

- Megumi Fushiguro;

- Gojo Satoru;

- Geto Suguru;

- Nobara Kugisaki;

- Maki Zen'in;

- Toge Inumaki;

- Yuta Okkotsu;

- Kento Nanami;

- Aoi Todo;

- Mai Zen'in;

- Noritoshi Kamo;

MY HERO ACADEMIA:

- Izuku Midoriya;

- Katsuki Bakugou;

- Eijiro Kirishima;

- Kaminari Denki;

- Sero Hanta;

- Tenya Iida;

- Ochako Uraraka;

- Mina Ashido;

- Jirou Kyoka;

- Mashirao Ojiro;

- Shoto Todoroki;

- Momo Yaoyorozu;

- Monoma Neito;

- Shinsou Hitoshi;

- Tamaki Amajiki;

- Keigo Takami;

- All Might;

- Aizawa Shouta;

- Ken Tagaki;

- Tomura Shigaraki;

- Touya Todoroki;

- Himiko Toga;

- Mr. Compress;

- Overhaul;

Finally. I'm done. (This took almost 2 hours bro.)

No, there is no limit to the amount of characters you request (for headcanons). However, it might take longer than usual.

And no, you will not get less headcanons if there are more characters :3

#request #reqs open #fanfiction #fanfic #fandoms #movies #marvel #anime #male reader #dom male reader #top male reader

[bbygirlky18]

Ships Updated!!!!

Here are the ships for my fanfic Mami's Breakthrough. You'll meet the main character in the ship list so be prepared. I'll use the wrestler's real name. You'll see repeated names so don't get spooked. Let's get into it.

Demi (Rhea) & Gretchen (Eliora)

Stephanie (Stephanie) & Paul (Hunter)

Jonathan (Jimmy) & Trinity ( Naomi)

Fergal (Finn) & Masami (Iyo)

Dominik (Dominik) & Gionna (Liv)

Luis (Damian) & Elizabeth (Beth)

Bianca (Bianca) & Carlisle (Luigi)

Joseph (Erick) & Victoria (Lilou)

Rebecca (Becky) & Ulysses (Ron)

Natalya (Natalya) & Jeremy (Elijah)

Maryse (Maryse) & Richard (Jules/m)

Cheree (Dakota) & James (Jackson)

Theresa (Zoey) & Leon (Brett)

Brianna (Cora) & Dexter (Mustafa)

Logan (Logan) & Donna (Stephanie)

Randall (Randy) & Conner (Brian)

Keith (Keith) & Lucas “Luke” (Mick)

Sydney (Maxxine) & Jessica (Gilda)

Brittany (Britt) & Carmen (Lola)

Milena (Rosa) & Taylor (Lilou)

Ashley (Shotzi) & Gisele (Rhonda)

Allyssa (Kayden) & Spencer (Gabriel)

Aoife (Lyra) & Dominic “Dom” (Roddy)

William (Christian) & Emilio (Kevin)

Trevor (Ricochet) & Rosalie (Anastasia)

Macey (Lacey) & Sebastian (Grayson)

Sarah (Valhalla) & Jasper (Riley/ m)

Elizabeth (Scarlett) & Luke (Vince)

Stephanie (Mia) & Enrique (Dash)

Ron (R-Truth) & Angela (Asahi)

Shayna (Shayna) & Kate (Mia)

Simone (Ava/Ava Raine) & Sammy (Itsuki)

Layla (Layla) & Dion (Gabriel)

Catherine (Cathy) & Titus (Aiden)

Michael (Shawn) & Mick (Nathan)

Kira (Taya) & Suki (Hawk)

Victoria (Raquel) & Velvet (Asahi)

Mark (The Undertaker) & Clarissa (Paige)

Taylor (Jacy) & Theodora (Lilou) 

Windham (Bray) & Austin (Tyler)

Priscilla (Gigi) & Elizabeth (Kanna)

Patricia (Trish) & Eric (Terry)

Eduardo (Eddie) & Renesmée (Riley/ f)

Jeffrey (Jeff) & Edward (Ted)

Kiera (Kiera) & D.J. (Mustafa)

Mercedes (Sasha) & Quil (Jackson)

Steffanie (Tegan) & June (Gayle)

Serena (Serena) & Embry (Luigi)

Ettore (Big E) & Ashley (Emma)

Adam (Edge) & Royal (Roddy)

Amy (Lita) & Charles (Lucas)

Samantha (Samantha) & Becca (Nastya)

Živilė (Aksana) & Jonathan (Logan)

Kristen (Kris) & Gisell (Becky)

Dwayne (The Rock) & Jasmyne (Olivia)

Daria (Sonya) & Lauren (Olga)

Brodie (Luke) & Rob (Rio)

Kevin (Kevin Nash) & Samuel (Wally)

Bryan (Daniel) & Flynn (Mickie)

Catherine (Lana) & Tara (Gilda)

Jake (Jake) & Vixen (Mario)

Amanda (Mandy) & Beth (Christy)

Joseph (Solo) & Eleazar (Chris)

Kenneth (Montez) & Sam (Mantaro)

Celeste (Kaitlyn) & Matthew “Matt) (Jimbo)

Sarona (Tamina) & Luna (Kanna)

JoJo (JoJo) & Arianne (Falcon)

Kacy (Katana) & Paul (Brett)

Nicola (Nikki Cross) & Bronson (Kaito)

Adam (Braun) & Garrett (Gabriel)

Phillip (CM) & Sean (Mickie)

Rena (Sable) & Roman (Grayson)

Anriel (Lash) & Colleen (Dahlia)

Allen (AJ Styles) & Leah (Lilou)

Renee (Renee) & Jason (Ron)

Angela (Zayda) & Tanya (Olivia)

Kia (Kharma) & Lee (Mick)

Kaori (Kairi) & Theo (Brett)

Todd (Ivar) & Riley (Jules/ m)

Danielle (Willow) & Jane (Riley/ f)

Stephen (Sheamus) & Tara (Ember)

Ashley (Dana) & Sue (Emma)

Jazmin (Mercedes) & Bridget (Alexa)

Melina (Melina) & Han (Mustafa)

Franklin (Bobby) & Bree (Lola)

Faith (Nikkita) & Archie (Haruto)

Ronda (Ronda) & Makenna (Kanna)

Pamela (Bayley) & Samantha (Emma)

Gail (Gail) & Vyolette (Kanna)

Colby (Seth) & Leann (Donna)

Skye (Skye) & Alice (Katya)

Karen (Wendy) & Mariana (Nastya) 

Steve (‘Stone Cold’ Steve) & David (Alexander)

KiLynn (KiLynn) & Kirk (Logan)

Austin (Xavier) & Elle (Gilda)

Alexis (Alexa) & Jakob (Lucas)

Adrienne (Athena/Ember) & Esme (Riley/ f)

Matthew (Matt Hardy) & Earnest (Mario)

Stephanie (Nikki Bella) & Bella (Anastasia)

Thea (Zelina Vega) & Deckard “Deck” (Terry)

Glenn (Kane) & Priya (Olga)

Mary (Maria) & Mae (Anastasia)

Jillian (Jillian) & Aro (Shane)

Michelle (Michelle) & Nicole (Katya)

Lisa (Victoria) & McKayla (Nia) 

Mickie (Mickie) & Kate (Stephanie)

Lilián (Lilian) & Esmeralda (Candice)

Leva (Leva) & Clara (Itsuki)

Toni (Toni) & Nicholas (Jimbo)

Gary (Angelo) & Murray (Mario)

Shinsuke (Shinsuke) & Jennifer (Olivia)

Saraya (Paige) & Lauren (Ember)

Karlee (Maxine) & Ashely (Jules/ f)

Cody (Cody) & Jacob (Jack)

Shelly (Ariel) & Aaron “Hotch” (Louis)

Tom (Aleister) & Emily (Sasha)

Carla (Roxanne) & Alec (Ron)

April (AJ Lee) & Sam (Roddy)

Victoria (Alicia) & Marissa (Chyna)

Danielle (Summer) & Kendall (Jack)

Matthew (Matt Riddle) & Tarrence (Nathan)

Jessica (Billie) & Whitney (Beth)

Stacy (Stacy) & Allen (Alexander)

Joan (Chyna) & Sasha (Hawk)

Jonathan (Dean) & Ophelia (Amelia)

Natalie (Eva) & Tatum (Reo)

Jade (Jade) & Jennifer “JJ” (Riley/ f)

Joe (Roman) & Marcel (Roddy)

Oscar (Rey) & Xavier (Shane)

Kimberly (Piper) & Annelise (Mia)

Leah (Carmella) & Rebecca (Gilda)

Torrie (Torrie) & Irina (Emma) 

Tenille (Emma) & Noel (Nathan)

Dori (Ruby) & Rachel (Gayle)

Eve (Eve) & Ettore (Logan)

John (John Morrison) & Brian (Riley/ m)

Andrew (Drew) & Mary (Candice)

Rami (Sami) & Edythe (Chyna)

Katarina (Katie) & Lance (Luigi)

Cassie (Peyton) & Vera (Lilou)

Kofi (Kofi) & Vallie (Becky)

Laura (Allie) & Annissa (Sasha)

Chelsea (Chelsea) & Jess (Zoe)

Joshua (Jey) & Elyssa (Ruby)

Raymond (Erik) & Russ (Kid)

Ashley (Charlotte) & Leticia “Letty” (Lilou)

Deonna (Deonna) & Logan (Wally)

Kanako (Asuka) & Vince (Mario)

Barbara (Kelly Kelly) & Julyanna (Rhonda)

Lina (Nia) & Eleanor (Stephanie)

Brianna (Brie) & Jared (Ted)

John (John Cena) & Jack (Haruto)

Mike (The Miz) & Henry (Jackson)

Debrah (Alundra/Madusa) & Douglas (Ron)

Claudio (Cesaro) & Laurent (Vince)

Ariane (Cameron) & Stephen (Tyler)

Brandi (Eden) & Erica (Stacie)

Kevin (Kevin Owens/KO) & Derek (Luigi)

Jessika (Jessika) & Jesse (Logan)

Candice (Candice) & Anne (Olga)

John (Johnny Gargano) & Ben (Jimmy)

Debra (Debra) & Jessamine (Jules/ f)

Seth (Riley/ m) & Tyler (Aiden)

Rowena (Donna) & Victor (Kid)

Tej (Elijah) & Sullivan (Mustafa)

Penelope (Becky) & Emily (Stacie)

Evangeline (Olga) & Beth (Stephanie) 

Carine (Layla) & Emmett (Wayne)

Alex (Emma) & Jedidiah (Shane)

Gina (Anastasia) & Mia (Nastya) 

Presley (Louis) & Edward (Kaito)

Gabriel (Brett) & Cain (Alexa)

Ramsey (Katya) & Katie (Nia)

Rubie (Emma) & Eloise (Katya)

Mike (Louis) & Cherylyn (Becky)

That's the full ship list. Hope you guys enjoy it.

[nerdieforpedro]

Getting cancelled for my shift today wasn’t so bad. I was able to do the following:

Roll over and get some extra sleep 😴

Drink my coffee extra slow

Clean up a bit

Work on my math class some more

Work on my WIPs

So far, three characters have filled my thots:

Ezra - he got his airboat, he cooks, maybe he extorts some money later, the bayou is his playground

Tommy Miller - I saw two pictures of Gabriel Luna in Iceland with a manbun and said “I can do something with that.” Over 9000 words later 🤣

Javi Gutierrez- Our sweet babygirl needs some love. I had one started for him, but I think I’m going to re-work it to where I’m actually happy with it.

I plan to do another volume of my fanfics I’ve been reading later this week, I actually have to edit it to make it coherent - go figure. 😂

Stay safe, be well and love ya’ll

Nerdie 💖

P.S. - One day I’m going to figure out how to write a sweet Javier Peña piece. Whenever I write him, all the bad shit happens to him. 😭 I do you dirty Javi and not in a good way. I’m sorry man.

#pedro pascal characters #fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfiction #Tommy miller #ezra #javi gutierrez #javier pena narcos #unexpected day home #random thoughts #Nerdie speaks #Nerdie apologizes to Javi P

[swiftpascal]

Happy new years love!!! I hope you have a beautiful year 💗

Celeste 🫶🏼

Cele, amiga! Thank you very much for the wishes! Happy New Year, my love, may this new year be so beautiful for you! ❤️

Thank you very much that, you were one of the two people, who taught me to be another Latina person, Pedro and you were very important in this part. Although genetically, I'm not completely a Latina woman, I have never felt more of a Latina woman than I have felt before - my twenty-eight years of life. I appreciate other things too that you taught me to think more about. In fact, I read a really cool article on Wikipedia, about sexuality and races, if you want, I can send you the link. It's so disgusting, for someone to say that, they don't have a fetish for Latino men, but when you see, they like Pedro's most stereotypically Latino characters the most. I notice that, people still try to make Joel Miller a Latino man, just so they can be sexually satisfied, while writing or reading his fanfics. Gabriel Luna and he only said goodbye in Spanish, what other times do they say or did something to show their roots? Sorry for the rant, I know only you would understand what I mean, mi amiga.

Much love, sweetness, happiness, many dreams & dreams come true for you, my darling Mexican friend! 🫶🏻

Love you so much, Cele! 💖

PS: Since the week before Christmas, I've been kind of busy, and in the first two weeks of the year, I'll be kind of babysitting for my twin nephews, so I'll be kind of very busy, but I will try to respond to your text messages as quickly as possible!

#0celestialbitch0 #0celesteisthebest0

[musings-of-a-rose]

Safe With Me

Pairing: Robbie Reyes x f!reader

Word Count: 10,700+ (you voted and wanted a longer one shot!)

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story. 

Notes: Listen, I have it bad for Gabriel Luna. Bad. As in no coming back. And I saw some gifs of him as Robbie (the first role I saw him in), I've been rewatching his episodes of Agents of Shield, and I had to write something. Thanks to @mermaidxatxheart for giving me an idea that, in typical me fashion, went completely off the rail and became an actual story and not just smut. 

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Main Masterlist

Robbie Reyes Masterlist

Bold Italics are the Rider internally speaking to Robbie

Robbie never thought he’d be here, a driver to some rich guy’s daughter. He could feel the Rider, how beneath him the Rider felt that playing chauffeur was. But it was because of the Rider that Robbie was here, trying to get solid information on her dad, to prove he was the secret bad guy…and to bring vengeance.

When he agreed to be a driver for the family, he thought he’d be driving around the man himself, but when his daughter stepped out of the house, Robbie’s eyes went wide and he was momentarily speechless. He hadn’t seen anyone this gorgeous in…well, ever. She walked with confidence to the car and when he tried to open the door for her, she gave him a small smile and stepped around him, eyes roaming over the car. 

“1969 Dodge Charger…you’ve made some modifications?” 

She knows about cars? 

When he doesn’t answer right away, she stops, hand hovering over the hood and looks up at him, her eyebrows raised as she waits for an answer.

“Yeah, uh..yes.”

She nods, glancing back down at the flawless finish. “May I?”

Robbie never lets anyone touch his car. No one. 

“Don’t scratch her.”

“I wouldn’t dare.”

Her fingers lightly brush against the black paint, the car seemingly humming under her touch. Robbie shifts where he stands, like he can almost feel her fingers brush against his own skin. 

“She’s remarkable. And you’re sure you’re fine with driving me around in her?” Her eyes meet his again and he swallows hard. He'd thought the request to be driven in a car like his was odd, but he assumed Mr. Rich Asshole was a car guy. He never anticipated that it was his daughter. 

“Yes, ma’am.”

She shifts a little, smiling as she glances back down at the car before moving around it to get inside the door Robbie had opened. She pauses before sitting and looks at him, so close he swears he can feel her breath on his face.

“If you change your mind, let me know. I’d hate to put this car in any danger.”

Robbie chuckles to himself as he closes the door behind her. If only she knew how much danger his car got into on a weekly basis.

Over the next few weeks, he takes her various places on a pretty consistent schedule, mostly shopping, occasionally meeting up with some friends, a random night club or two. Robbie finds her fascinating. He assumed that she would be pompous, like most rich people, that she would look down on others and treat them like shit. But she doesn’t. And the more he watches her, the more he sees how her smiles to her friends don’t reach her eyes, how she never wears the clothes she buys, the little sigh that escapes her lips before she steps out and into the club, her dress just barely covering her.  

One day, Robbie was elbow deep in a broken engine when his phone rang, the one that he used only for his chauffeur job. He wipes his hands on his coveralls and pulls the phone out, surprised to see her name lighting up the screen. She never needs him on Mondays.

“This is Robbie.”

“Hi, Mr. Reyes. I’m sorry to call you on your day off, but..would you be willing to take me into town?”

He looks back at the engine, disassembled, pieces scattered all around, and she takes his hesitance as a no.

“You know what? I’m sorry, Mr. Reyes. I shouldn’t ask you on your day off. I..I’ll just-”

“No, no. It’s ok. I can come get you. Are you at home?”

“Yeah. When can you get here?”

Robbie glances up at the clock on the wall. “45 minutes?”

She’s quiet for a moment. “Ok. I’ll see you then.”

Robbie stares at the phone for a moment before cleaning up and changing, wiping the grease from his face and hands. Why had she called? She seemed a little off. 

He got there in 20 minutes with a little help from the Rider.

When he pulls up, she’s there, walking quickly to his car. Robbie jumps out and starts to walk around to get her door but she waves him off. “It’s ok. I got it.” He nods, watching her walk to the car, hunched in on herself, arms crossed and hiding behind sunglasses. She gets in and closes the door, buckling her seat belt. 

“Where to?”

“I don’t care, just drive.”

Robbie starts up the car, revving the engine a little because he knew she liked that. The corner of her mouth ticks up slightly into the beginning of a smile and he relaxes slightly, still worried about her. 

“My dad hates that sound.”

It’s the first time she’s mentioned her dad, has said anything to him outside of polite conversation and chats about the car. 

“I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.”

She reaches out and touches his arm, lightly squeezing him. “No, please don’t stop.” Robbie stops the car as the gates open slowly and he turns to look at her, trying to see through her sunglasses. 

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Neva.”

Robbie’s eyebrows pinch together. “Neva?”

She nods, taking a breath. “It’s what my nanny called me. She was Russian. She said it meant snowy, or something like that. I was born during a bad snowstorm,” She clarifies and Robbie nods. Neva removes her hand from his arm and starts to pick at her nails, placing them in her lap. “She was the only one who really cared for me. No one else calls me that name. Probably because nobody cares.”

Robbie is speechless. He has no idea what to say, but he wants her to know that she can open up to him. Maybe she’ll tell him more about her dad, but it’s more than that now. It’s…wait, does he care about her?

“I’m sorry you have shitty parents.”

She laughs then, her head tilting back with the force of it, and Robbie vows to make her laugh as often as he can. As her laughter fades, she takes off her glasses and wipes at her eyes with the back of her hand. 

“You’re a riot, Mr. Reyes. Thanks for making me laugh.”

He smiles at her. “Is…is there anything I can do for you?”

She stares at him a long time and he hopes she can’t see the warmth in his cheeks that was definitely not from the Rider. 

“I doubt you can help, but thank you.”

“Are you sure? I’m pretty resourceful.”

She smiles sadly. “I doubt any of your resources could change who my father is.” Robbie opens his mouth to respond when she shakes her head. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything. You don’t want to hear about my problems… so, do you have a sister or brother or girlfriend or…or someone?”

He studies her for a moment, amazed at how she instantly schooled her demeanor into a completely different emotion, as if whatever the shit was with her dad never happened. 

“I have a brother.”

“Just a brother? No girlfriend? Sister! I meant sister.”

He glances away from her, hiding his smirk at her slip up by pretending to look out the window before he turns. “Nah, just Gabe.”

“Gabe. How old is he?”

“High school.”

“Ah. The fun years, or whatever everyone says.”

“What, you didn’t like high school?”

She shakes her head. “Hated it. Everyone was so fake and I just didn’t fit in. Ok, well I mean I made friends but not anyone I’d actually consider a real friend. Just kids of people my dad has connections with or wants connections with.”

“Your dad would use you for that?”

She grows quiet, staring out of the window. “He does.”

Robbie stops at the red light and angles his body towards her. “Hey, you sure you’re ok-”

“Does Gabe need anything for school?”

Robbie stares at her, her eyes pleading for him to take the change of subject. He’d follow her lead this time, but he tucks that information about her dad in the back of his mind. Something wasn’t sitting right with him about it. 

“Don’t worry about it. We’re good.”

“That’s not what I asked. Is there something he’s into?”

“He used to be really into soccer before…”

“Before?”

Robbie took a deep breath. “Before the accident…Now he’s in a wheelchair.”

She squeezes his arm again and it makes his whole body feel like a livewire. “I’m so sorry to hear that, Mr. Reyes. Do you guys need anything? What about any medical bills?”

“We’re fine, thanks.”

She takes her hand away like he had slapped her. “I’m just trying to help.”

He stops at another red light, putting on his turn signal. “No, I didn’t mean it like that. I just…everyone always wants to pity us. But we’re doing fine.”

“I never said you weren’t. I just..have the means to help. If you’ll let me?”

“I couldn’t ask you to do that.”

“Good thing you didn’t then. Now, what sorts of clothes does he like?”

Robbie could tell she was being genuine, not like most people with money who fake it just to use it as a tax write off or a photo op. So they spend the next several minutes talking about Gabe, Robbie telling her some fun stories from their youth as she directs him to a shopping district. He pulls up to an empty spot and parks, getting out of the car and opening Neva’s door. She gets out and smoothes down her pants as Robbie starts to head back to the driver’s seat. 

“Where are you going?”

“I’m going to wait for you like I always do.”

“Oh no. You’re coming with me.” She links her arm through his and Robbie tries to slow down his beating heart, certain that she can hear it through his chest. “I need you, Mr. Reyes.”

“Yeah?” Shit, he shouldn’t have let that slip out. She didn’t mean she needed him, but she needed his opinion. 

She squeezes his arm with hers in response, turning her head to look at him, her face inches from his. He swallows hard as his eyes switch between hers, his heartbeat pounding loudly in his ears. Her eyes flick down to his lips, his breath catching in his throat as she leans towards him ever so slightly.

“Ah, mademoiselle!” The store owner had come outside, no doubt spotting Neva, who frequents his shop. Robbie’s blood boils at the interruption but perhaps it was for the best. He’d almost forgotten that the reason he’s even driving her around is to get more information on her dad. 

“Alexandre. How nice to see you.”

Alexandre leans in to kiss her cheek and Robbie feels her grip on his arm tighten slightly. 

“What brings you in today?”

“I need some gifts for a friend of mine.” Neva launches into a description of Gabe that is so spot on for not ever meeting him or seeing a picture of him that Robbie is taken aback. Once inside, Robbie tries to extricate himself from her but she holds on tight, pulling him to some racks of clothes that Alexandre was pointing out, pulling things from the racks and tossing them at another clerk, who was frantically trying to hold everything. Once they had it all laid out, Neva turns to Robbie, gesturing at the clothes all nicely folded. 

“How’s this? Is there anything he wouldn’t like?”

He can feel Alexandre’s eyes on him, like he knows he doesn’t belong in her world, like Robbie doesn’t already know that. He shakes his head. “I can’t take this.”

“Oh. Is it the wrong size? Or color?”

“No, it’s just…it’s too much.”

“Oh. Does he need another dresser?”

“No that’s not-”

“Mr. Reyes, you told me it was his birthday and I’m insisting on buying him some things. He’s been working hard in school and deserves a reward for all of his hard work. Now, is there anything else he needs?”

Her eyebrows are raised in question: why did she say it was Gabe's birthday? He doesn’t have time to think about that and he knows she won’t accept him declining her offer. “No. No this is more than enough.”

She smiles at him, one that reaches her eyes. “Good. Alexandre?” He’s there in an instant. “Ring me up. Charge my father’s card.”

“Oui, mademoiselle.”

She takes him to lunch next, insisting that she pays as this was supposed to be his day off. They go to some fancy restaurant with food that Robbie can’t pronounce, with portions that are way too small for the price, but they tasted great. Not homemade meals from his abuela great, but not bad. 

He pulls up to the front of the house, putting the car in park before grabbing the handle, when Neva touches his arm again. 

“Thank you for today, Mr. Reyes.”

He hesitates a moment before placing his gloved hand over hers, meeting her gaze. “You can call me anytime, Neva.” She smiles at him, squeezing his arm before turning, allowing Robbie time to open her door just in case her dad was watching. He can still feel her hand on his arm, how it felt to link her arm in his, how her laugh sounded, the way he made her smile, like it was only for him. 

Damn, Robbie. You got it bad.

—----

“How did you find this?” Robbie stares at the car part in the box he’s holding in disbelief. “I’ve been looking for this for years!”

Neva smiles and waves her hand nonchalantly. “I know a guy.”

“No, you don’t understand. This is impossible to find.”

“Obvioulsy not as you’re holding it.”

Robbie looks up at her, a smile sliding into place. “I don’t..this is too much, I..”

Neva pretends to gasp, placing her hand on her chest. “Was I just graced a smile from Mr. Reyes?” Robbie can almost feel his ears turning pink, a little extra heat in his cheeks and looks back down into the box. Neva leans in a little closer to him. “I’ll have to do this more often if it means I get to see that smile.”

Robbie looks up, his eyes meeting hers. She’s close to him now. If he just leaned in a little further, he could press his lips to hers, feel how soft they -

“Do you want to put it in now?” Her eyebrows raise, but not before she glances down at his lips again. 

“What?”

Neva nods her head towards the box. “The part.”

Robbie shakes his head, pushing aside the images of pressing her against the side of the car, her leg wrapping around him as they embrace. “Uh…yeah. But after work-”

“I have nothing to do today. Can we go now? I’d love to watch you install it. If that’s ok with you?”

I’d let you do whatever you want.

Robbie tries to hold back the smile he feels coming on, but he can’t. “Hell yeah. Oh, I mean-”

Neva waves her hand. “I don’t give a fuck about bad language. Also, that’s two smiles I got from you. I’m definitely spoiling you more often.”

Robbie pulls into Canelo’s Auto and Body, driving up to one of the empty bays. He hops out and starts looking for tools, gathering what he needs. 

“Are you allowed to do that?” 

Robbie turns to see Neva standing outside of the car, watching him open and close toolboxes. He realizes then that he’s never mentioned also being a mechanic.

“Yeah. I work here too.”

Her eyes go wide and she nods. “That actually makes so much sense now!”

“What does?”

She gestures around. “The cars. How you’re able to keep her-” she points to the Charger “-so pristine.”

“Yeah. It’s a good place. Owned by good people. I don’t know where we’d be without them,” Robbie returns to the drawers, finding the last tool he needed and closes the drawer. When he turns back around, he freezes, watching Neva remove her outershirt, standing there in a skin tight camisole that hugs her in all the right ways, framing her chest perfectly as she pulls her hair back off of her face. Once her hair is secured, she pats her head a little, making sure she didn’t forget any loose strands. She jumps a little when she sees Robbie staring.

“Sorry! It’s just hot out and-am I making you uncomfortable?”

“What? Uh no. No, you’re, uh..fine.”

Her smile makes his body tingle and he has a short, internal conversation with the Rider, telling him to calm his shit. Robbie sets up his tools, putting the car up on jacks. When he finally lifts the hood, he hears a soft moan from Neva as she steps around, her eyes fixed on the engine. 

“Did you do all this work yourself?” She asks, standing so close to him that their arms lightly brush against each other and Robbie desperately wishes he wasn’t wearing sleeves.

“Y-yeah. I had to rebuild her, basically. The car was my uncle’s but he doesn’t need it now.”

She glances up at him. "I'm sorry for your loss."

Robbie chuckles. "Don't be. He's in prison."

"Oh,” She looks down, nervous, at a loss for words. “…well I'm not sure how to respond to that. I'm sorry?" She lifts her head and he can feel her eyes on him. 

Robbie turns his head slightly to look at her. "It is what it is." He wasn't about to go into his personal business with her. Not when she's standing so close, smelling like her shampoo of strawberries and coconut. He can’t help it, his eyes flicking down to her soft lips, dragging back up her face to see hers tracing a similar path on his own. He brings a hand to her face, gently cradling her cheek as he slowly leans towards her, feeling her fingers lightly tug at his shirt to pull him closer. Her eyes close-

“Robbie! I didn’t expect to see yo- oh.”

Robbie and Neva spring apart as a man in coveralls walks in, rubbing a dirty oil rag across his matching hands. 

“Hey Canelo. I just came in to install this piece.” Robbie gestures towards the box and Canelo glances inside, whistling in awe.

“Holy shit. Where did you find it?”

“I didn’t. She did.” Robbie nods his head towards Neva, who shrugs.

Canelo looks between them both, a smile tugging at his lips. “Robbie, do you really think your date wants to see you work on a car?”

“Oh we’re not-”

“We aren’t-”, they both speak at the same time and Canelo chuckles. 

“Actually, I asked him to bring me. I love this car.” Canelo looks at Neva in surprise.

“Oh yeah?” He proceeds to give her a mini quiz, which she aces. 

“Robbie, don’t let this one go. She’s a keeper.”

“No, we’re not-”

Canelo waves his hand. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say.” He leaves, tossing you a wink before heading back into the office. Neva steps back from the car, giving Robbie space to work. He sighs, internally cursing his boss for interrupting that kiss. It would’ve been a kiss, right?

When he drops her off later, after taking the car for a much enjoyed ride, she touches his arm to stop him from getting out and opening her door. 

“I think we should talk about what happened. Or, almost happened.”

She regrets the kiss doesn’t she? Almost kiss? We are from different worlds. 

Robbie waves his hand, determined to get in front of this so he doesn’t show how her letting him down hurts. “It’s ok. Nothing happened so…”

Her face changes, a flash of disappointment before she expertly schools it. “Very well then. If that’s what you want. I’ll see you tomorrow, Mr. Reyes.” And she opens the door, closing it a little harder than normal behind her. Robbie watches her walk away, feeling like he fucked up big time.

That’s because you did fuck up.

—----

For the next few weeks, Neva is polite, a coolness settling over their interactions after his rejection. He didn’t want to reject her, he wanted to kiss her until she couldn’t breathe, begging him for more. But she was the one who was going to stop things so why should he feel guilty?

She didn’t tell you that, you idiot. You made it up.

She asks him to drive her to a party one night, offering to pay him extra since it was after his regular hours. He agreed, of course he agreed. He felt guilty and kept trying to talk to her, but couldn’t find the words.

Don’t forget why you’re really here.

When he pulls up she’s walking out of the house, a snug, black dress that rouches on the sides, a slit going up nearly to her hip, and a neckline that plunges, perfectly framing her chest. She has on black heels and clutches a small black purse that is more for looks than practicality. Suddenly, Robbie couldn’t breathe, watching her walk towards the car, the dress sliding across her skin but never revealing more than it should. She makes it halfway before the Rider snaps him out of it and he jumps out, walking quickly to the other side to open the door. She gets in the car without really looking at him, smoothing down her hair as he closes the door. When they start to drive off, she sighs, setting the small clutch in her lap and leaning her face against her fist as her elbow rests on the door. When the gate is opening, Robbie chances a look at her. She looks phenomenal, but her expression doesn’t match. Her color is a little off, the sparkle in her eyes not really there. 

“Are you ok?”

“Mmm?” Neva turns her head to look at him. 

“You don’t look good. I mean, y-you-you look..just…but I mean, your face doesn’t…” What the fuck dude?

Luckily for him, she smiles slightly, a small chuckle escaping her. “You’re cute when you’re flustered.”

His cheeks warm, his ears tinging a slight shade of pink as he stammers on. “I just… I meant that you don’t look into this.”

“This?”

“The party.”

She leans back on her fist. “Oh. Yeah. I’m not really.”

“Then why go?”

She sighs. “Because my dad commands I make an appearance.”

“You don’t have to go, you know.”

She doesn’t look at him, her eyes gazing off at a point in the distance. “I’ve been through worse. I can survive a party.”

He’s quiet for a moment. What did she mean she’s been through worse? “Well if you change your mind, you know how to find me.”

He drops her off, watching her walk into the building that’s crammed with people, loud music blaring and lights flashing everywhere. He drives around the corner, parking just off property so as not to interfere with the valet and waits. He had a feeling. And sure enough, about an hour later she texts him to come get her. They pull out of the drive up and he puts on his blinker at the next light. 

“How was the party?”

“Ugh. I couldn’t take it anymore. Everyone in this world is so damn fake. And they all seem to want my attention,” she huffs.

“Home then?”

“No way. Are you hungry, Mr. Reyes?”

“I could eat.”

She perks up, sitting a little straighter in her seat. “Great! Take me to your favorite place.”

Robbie chuckles. “I don’t think you’ll like it.”

“Well I like you so I’m sure I will.”

His stomach leaps into his throat. So he didn’t fuck everything up then. “It’s…not your type of place.”

She turns her head, her eyes studying him as he keeps his on the road. “Have you learned nothing about me, Mr. Reyes? Now drive.”

He smirks. “Yes, ma’am.”

He drives across town to his neighborhood, pulling up to park in front of a diner. Neva looks around. “This is it?”

“Told you you wouldn’t like it.”

“I didn’t say that. I’m just surprised your favorite is diner food.”

“And what would you know about diner food?”

“Oh ha-ha. I have eaten at a diner before.”

“Uh huh. How much did a burger cost?”

She punches his arm, fighting the smile that wants to come out. “Shut up.”

He opens the door for her, offering his arm when she goes to get out and she takes it, linking them together. 

“Ok so, this isn’t my favorite place. But that one is closed and this is my number 2.”

“You know how to make a girl feel special.”

“Hey, I don’t take just anyone to Bertha’s. They have the best burger in town.” He feels her hold him closer and at first he thinks it’s for the neighborhood, but one mental smack from the Rider and he sees that she’s cold. Taking off his formal jacket, he settles it across her shoulders and she cuddles into it. Robbie swears he sees her smelling it out of the corner of his eye, but he doesn’t say anything. 

As they eat, she opens up more, their flow settling back into how things were. Little flirtations, her hand brushing his, her foot accidentally bumping into his leg over and over, her moaning when she tries the burger. Ok, that last one was just the way Robbie heard it but it counted. In his head, anyway. On their way out, she notices the graffiti on the side of the building next door. She stops, pulling him back by their linked arms to look at it. 

“That’s the Ghost Rider,” Robbie explains.

“Who?”

He launches into a generic explanation about the local legend of The Ghost Rider, how he has a flaming skull for a head and seeks vengeance on those who have done wrong. 

“And by vengeance you mean he kills them?”

He stiffens slightly. “Yeah.”

“Hhmm…”

“Most people think he’s a murderer.”

“No. I like him. We need justice where there is none.”

Robbie is speechless. No one has ever looked at the Rider like that, at him like that. And she doesn’t even know they’re connected. 

I like her, Robbie. Hold onto this one.

You just like her because she said she liked you.

They finish making their way around the back of the diner to the car, and Robbie leans over to open the door for Neva when she pulls him, facing her back to the car. 

“Thank you so much for tonight. This is the most fun I’ve had since…well, probably ever.”

“Nah, it was my pleasure.”

She smiles at him, her eyes bright and inviting, making his skin prickle like a live wire. His body is growing warmer, and not from the Rider. She’s so close, her scent of strawberries and coconut filling his nose as she leans closer, her eyes darting down to his lips. He leans too and their foreheads meet, both of them breathing heavily as they stand there, the air around them crackling with tension. 

“Robbie,” she says it quietly, but it’s all he needs. 

Robbie’s hands come up to cup her cheeks, turning her head up to him as he presses his lips to hers, feeling her sigh, her body relaxing into him. He glides his tongue across her lips and she parts them instantly, silently begging him for more. His lips never leave hers as he puts a hand out, walking her backwards into the side of the car. Her fingers twist in his shirt, pulling him closer before she slides them around his broad back, trying to grip him anywhere she can. He drops his hand to the back of her knee and lifts it on his hip, her gasp breaking their kiss. He takes advantage of this, turning her head to the side and kissing the side of her neck, sucking on a spot just below her ear. She moans and Robbie gasps against her neck, feeling her skin pimple under his lips. 

But then she’s pushing him back and Robbie stumbles, his eyebrows furrowing together. Did he misread the situation? No, she wanted this as much as him… His brain goes fuzzy as he watches her walk around the car, gently setting her ass against the hood as she looks at him, her eyes wide and dark with want, her eyebrow arched, begging him to come closer. 

He’s there in less than 2 steps, hands cupping her face again as he brings his lips to hers, feeling warmth fan out from where they touch. His hands slide down her, taking in every curve of her body before he grips her ass, moaning slightly into her mouth before lifting her to set her on the hood of the car, her legs automatically opening and wrapping around him, trying to bring him closer. He leans her down, her back against the hood of the car as he continues to kiss her, lips soft and needy. Her fingers fumble at his belt line and he finally snaps out of it. Robbie pulls back and grips her wrist, looking down at her. 

“I…this is not…I don’t want our first time to be like this.” 

A smile crinkles up her eyes and Robbie feels it in his bones. “You’ve thought about us before? Our first time?”

“Oh, I think about you all the time, chica. I want the space and time to take you apart.”

She whimpers, his pants feeling a little tighter at the sound. “Fuck, Robbie. I want that too but right now, I don’t care about where we are. I want you. I need you.” Her eyebrows pinch up in question, fully leaving it up to him.

He smiles. “I can’t say no to you.”

He lays his body against hers, sliding his hand up her bare thigh while propping himself up with the other, his elbow leaning against the hood. He doesn’t kiss her, choosing to watch her expressions as his hand ghosts across her cool skin, disappearing under her mini dress. He ghosts his fingers across her underwear, chuckling when she jolts at his touch. Her fingers grip his forearms, nails trying to dig through the sleeve of his shirt as he draws light circles over her clothed cunt, her breathing coming out in ragged gasps. 

“Please,” she begs, voice barely above a whisper. Gently, he dips his finger under her pantyline, sliding it down her wet pussy, tracing light circles at her clit. “Oh!” She gasps, trying to hold back her sounds because they are in a parking lot. Robbie had completely forgotten their pretty public display. His hand stills and she huffs, her lip coming out in a pout. 

“Are you sure, chica? We’re pretty out here.”

“I don’t give a fuck. I need to feel you inside me, Robbbie,” She blinks up at him with a fire, not too different from the one he feels blazing behind his own gaze. “I won’t break.”

“Fuck, you’re gonna kill me, Neva.”

Robbie sits back, fingers deftly opening his belt and pants just enough to pull himself out, groaning as his hard cock springs free. His skin is warm and he swallows hard, trying to get himself to cool down a bit. But then he sees her, moving her panties aside for him and, while he can’t see too clearly due to the lack of proper light, he can see that she’s fucking gorgeous, somewhere he will have to explore when he has the space to. Lining himself up, he looks down at her and pushes in, clamping a hand over her mouth when she lets out a high pitched, loud, moan, and it’s all he can do to not join her as she envelopes him, her heat wrapping around him perfectly, like she had been waiting just for him. When he bottoms out he waits, hips joined close together as she catches her breath. She looks up at him, pleasure radiating out from just her gaze alone, a gives him a nod. He pulls his hips back and slowly slides in again, groaning at the feel of her as he slots his hips against hers. He adds in an extra deep thrust and she cries out, trying to swallow her own moans as Robbie hones in on that spot, thrusting deep and hard against her. Neva starts to slide up the hood of the car, her dress doing nothing to hold her in place. Her fingers grip his sleeves, trying desperately to find something to hold her in place as Robbie continues to thrust into her. 

He’s about to stop, give her a moment to grab something when her hand shoots out, gripping the raised engine of his Charger. Instantly his skin heats, feeling like he’s about to catch fire at the sight of her digging her fingers into the metal, her other hand gripping his as he pushes it to the side of her head, knuckles clanking against the dark metal. His body is tingling and he shakes his head to clear it when he feels her raise her legs higher, digging her heels into his ass and lower back, trying to get him deeper. 

He growls, pressing a hard kiss to her lips before pulling out, grabbing her ankles and sliding her down the hood, her gasp turning to whimpers as he grabs her hips and flips her, pushing her chest down against the cool metal of the Charger. He pushes into her quickly, feeling himself warm instantly as he speeds his hips up, thrusting extra hard when he’s fully inside of her. Neva’s hands scramble across the car, looking for something to hold onto and she finds the engine again, using it to help her push back against him, bringing him slightly deeper than before. His skin is ablaze, his thoughts racing, mixing with the Riders as he fucks her, warning him mentally to back off, unsure how long he’d be able to keep him at bay when he’s worked up like this. 

Then she pulses around him, his name tumbling from her lips over and over as she cums, squeezing him tightly, trying to keep him inside of her. He feels his balls tighten, his skin starting to lightly glow and he grunts, cumming hard as his hips jut into her soft ass, his hands squeezing her hips to keep her in place. He keeps his eyes closed, feeling his release wash over him as he simultaneously tries to fight back the Rider, who does eventually back down. Robbie looks down at Neva, her back heaving as she tries to catch her breath. Still seated snuggly inside, he leans over and pushes the hair from her cheek, moving in to kiss her there. Instead, she turns her head more, finding his lips with her own, as if she were trying to keep him there a little longer. The kiss breaks and Robbie pulls out with a grunt, tucking himself back into his pants.

“I don’t know if I have anything to clean you up-”

She chuckles, cutting off his sentence. Sitting up, she sways and Robbie catches her, pulling her close. 

“Don’t worry. I don’t mind feeling you between my thighs.”

His ears are hot, silently begging the Rider to stay put. “I plan on spending a lot of time between your thighs.”

“Ugh how are you so fucking hot?” She pulls him down to her, her nails scraping against the back of his head, his arms wrapping around her. 

“You’re so warm,” she sighs, cuddling into him. 

“I run hot.”

“Yeah you do.”

Robbie drives her back home, but not before she tells him to pull over, hopping into his lap and riding him until they’re both screaming the others name. 

—----

The next few weeks are spent tucking themselves away from prying eyes, Robbie practically living between her legs, pulling every sound he can from her. It becomes a little easier to keep the Rider at bay while he’s buried inside of her, but he’s not sure if he can always hold him back, which terrifies him. Neva doesn’t know about the Rider, about his secret. Would she even accept him?

It’s his night off, Neva having some sort of engagement to go to, a car sent to pick her up. Robbie slides a bowl of mac and cheese across the table to Gabe, who picks at it with his fork. 

“What?” Robbie asks, a mouthful of mac and cheese.

“It’s nothing.”

“You too good for mac and cheese now?” He smirks, but drops it once he sees Gabe not smiling.

“Gabe?”

“It’s just…you always put hot dogs in it before.”

Robbie smiles softly, schooling his face as he stands up, grabbing his brother’s bowl. “Alright, your majesty. Would you like them cut in cubes or circles?”

Gabe punches him in the arm. “You’re an ass.”

—-

Robbie jolts awake, his phone ringing loudly as is vibrates on his nightstand. Rubbing his eyes, he quickly glances at the time - 1am. No good calls come this late. He feels the color drain from his face when he realizes it’s his work phone, the one that Neva calls. He picks up, hoping that it was just her letting him know she made it home ok. She had promised to do that.

“Hey, chica.”

She takes a moment to answer and Robbie straightens up, sensing something is wrong.

“Nev-”

“Please come get me,” her voice is barely above a whisper, harsh and rough, not sounding at all like the whispers she presses into his ear when he’s buried inside of her. His phone pings but he ignores it.

“Where are-”

The phone clicks off, but not before he heard a yell from her, a terrified yell, a pleading yell. He glances down at the phone and sees she had dropped her location, a red dot pulsing up at him from the map. He grabs his jacket, jumping into the Charger, feeling the fire blaze in him.

If anything has happened to her, we will get justice.

“You got that right,” His eyebrows furrow together in anger, his foot pressing into the gas as he makes his way across town in record time. He pulls up to the gate of a large estate, the guard taking his time coming over to him. Robbie tells him he’s here for Neva and the guard lets him in, the gate sliding shut behind him. He pulls right up to the front door, his car angled for a quick getaway if needed. His skin is on fire as he opens the door, striding over to the front door, raising his fist to knock when he hears her scream, pleading with someone to stop. Without thinking he kicks open the door, taking several large steps inside towards her voice and the sound of something hard making contact with her skin, a scream coming out every time it slaps against her. When he enters the room he sees her on the floor, blood smeared across her as her body curls in on itself, shielding her face with one hand, the other outstretched towards the man towering above her, riding crop raised above him, begging him to stop. Robbie’s skin lights up, eyes turning to fire as his skin melts away, the Rider pushing his way out.

—-

Neva, Earlier That Night:

“You will attend the gala with Mr. Fortier and attend his party after.”

I nod, familiar with this game having been forced to play it my entire life. My dad says me attending these things with these men, powerful men as he says, helps his business endeavors, which in turn helps the family. That I need to do what I have to for the good of the family. 

Of course, he’s not the one to have to endure them.

Showing up, being glorified arm candy clutching to the sleeve of some powerful man or his son, having to discreetly slap away their unwanted touches without upsetting them, having people ogle you like you were just another pretty face, like you were just a piece of furniture, really wears on you. But what else can I do?

I never liked going to these events, showing up with these people, but especially now that I have Robbie, albeit secretly because there’s no way my father would approve of me being with “the help”. I despise them. I begged my father not to go but he wouldn’t hear of it, slapping me across the face when I initially said no. I dabbed on a little extra concealer to hide the redness from his palm and painted on a smile for Mr. Fortier. 

The evening progressed as they usually do. A gala meant a beautiful gown, one that was worth more than most people make in a year, hand holding onto the arm of the man of the evening, Mr. Fortier, as he smirks, loving the attention he gets showing up with me on his arm. His hand rests on my thigh under the table at dinner and it turns my stomach. He starts to squeeze, his nails digging into my skin slightly, so I discreetly place my hand over his, squeezing it back like I wanted to hold hands, choking back the bile that threatens to spew from my mouth as he gives me a smile. 

We dance, his hand sliding a little too low for my comfort so I ask him to spin me, just to get away from his touch for a moment. The money for whatever charity this gala was sponsoring was made, everyone cheering like they made their donations to actually help the charity and not just for the tax write-off. I scan the room, seeing many faces that I know my father has done business with behind closed doors, illegal things that I’m not supposed to know about but I’m too smart to not realize that my dad is not a good man. 

Mr. Fortier asks me into his house after the gala for drinks and I initially decline, wanting to get home and scrub this night from my body, but when he persists, I remember my father telling me I will attend his after party. So I accept, a fake smile on my lips as he takes my hand, leading me inside. Once he has me in the living room I sit at his request, watching him walk to to his drink cart, offering to make me a drink. I decline the offer, saying I had too much already and he shrugs, raising the glass to his lips. It’s when he’s drinking that it starts to sink in - the silence of the house, the lack of movement even from staff, nothing to indicate an after party. I don’t even remember him telling other people there’s one at his house. 

I feel the color start to drain from my face as I realize what might happen next. It’s happened before, my father delighted with the extra money he earned from me. I didn’t realize it at the time, certain that the men had actually cared for me as I did them, so it hurt even more when I realized they’d done it for money or whatever deal my father promised them. They were my age and we were young, I was naive, believing in love and falling for slick words and touches I’d never had before. When I found out, I confronted my dad, who initially denied everything. I wanted to believe he was telling the truth, that he wasn’t putting on a show by telling these men to fuck off. But several months later, I would see them leaving the house, shaking hands with my father. 

I’d confided in my nanny, who held me close and told me that something similar had happened to her, except it hadn’t been her choice like it was mine. But then she told me about a secret herb to put in their drink, basically to knock them out, and then I could set the narrative. I graciously took the herb and it had been successful. Whenever anyone got too handsy, I’d offer to make them a drink, lacing the liquid with a dash of the tasteless herb, feeling a little too triumphant when they slumped over just a minute later. 

But this time, it’s too late. He’s already had a drink, placing the glass back down on his cart as he makes his way back around the couch to me. If he senses that I’m on to him he doesn’t let on, and he may not. Oscar winning actors have nothing on me. He sits next to me on the couch, leaning back and putting his arm along the backside of the couch. 

“Did you have fun tonight?” he asks, his eyebrows raised. 

I nod. “Of course. It’s always nice to have a fun time and raise money for charity.”

“That’s what I like about this particular gala. The money actually goes to the cause and not someone’s pocket.” 

An asshole with a conscience? That’s a first.

“Are you sure you don’t want a drink?”

“No, thank you, Mr. Fortier.” I glance at the clock on the wall, ornate filigray design set into the darkened wood. “Oh - it’s actually getting late. I need to be getting home.” I go to stand but he puts a hand out in front of me, preventing me from standing.

“You don’t have to go so soon, do you?”

I swallow down the scream that’s been echoing around my head and try to put on my best apologetic look. “I’m sorry, Mr. Fortier, but I do.” I go to stand, but his hand doesn’t move. 

“How will you get home?”

“I’ll call a car.”

“Don’t be silly. I’ll have one of mine drive you home. Give me a moment to call them.”

I nod, not comforted by his words. It’s the way he’s looking at me that’s making me feel icky, like I want to run from the house and not stop until I’m home. Or at Robbie’s. Do I even know where he lives?

“Please have a car ready for our guest…Thank you.” He hangs up the phone and I throw him a hopefully convincing smile. 

“Thank you, Mr. Fortier, for a fun night. I’m glad the fundraiser met its goal.” I move to stand when his hand tightens around my wrist, his ring digging into my skin. 

“Your father promised me your time after the gala. To do what I want.”

I look at him, trying to swallow down my fear and channel all of my confidence into my gaze. “Please let me go, Mr. Fortier.”

“I will get what I want.”

“Mr-”

The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes across the quiet room, my cheek stinging with the contact as my head whips to the side. My hand instinctively comes up to my cheek, cupping it as I turn to look at him, his grip somehow tighter. 

“Please, Mr. Fortier, I don’t want-”

He shakes his head. “No, you stupid girl. I don’t want to have sex with you. I have other…desires that I need to release.”

I swallow hard, not really sure what he means, but trying to take solace in the fact that he’s not wanting to take me. 

“What -” My whole body is wrenched forward, face slamming against the hardwood floors as he throws me to the ground. He kicks me once, hard, and I nearly vomit, his dark chuckling getting louder as he squats next to me.

“Like I said, I have no interest in having sex with you. But putting marks on something so beautiful?” His finger graises my cheek and I flinch. “Well, that’s the fun we’re going to have tonight.” 

Pain. That’s all I know for what feels like forever, my skin splitting open open over and over, bones never quite breaking but on the verge of, hair being pulled from my scalp. He meant what he said. He never touches me sexually, never makes any indication of wanting that. I can feel myself in danger of blacking out, desperately trying to cling to consciousness despite my body wanting to shut down to ease the pain. After he throws me to the floor again, my body sliding across the floor, I hear him leave the room, telling me stay put. I lay there, feeling the cold floor slick with some of my blood, my brain screaming at me to run while I have the moment, but I know I wouldn’t make it far, and that it would be worse for me if I attempted it. Something digs into my side and I realize it’s my clutch, having fallen from the couch when I was initially thrown. Wincing at the pain, I grab it, sliding it across the floor to my head. I fish out my phone, keeping one eye on the open door as I blink at the screen, unable to make out any numbers. Luckily, I only need one. Pressing the speed dial slot 1, I wait, praying to whomever is listening that Robbie is awake. 

“Hey, chica.” 

I nearly break down at his voice, a light shining through the darkness I’ve been pulled in. 

“Nev-”

“Please come get me,” I choke out, trying to be quiet but clear. I drop my location to him when I hear Mr. Fortier’s footsteps coming back into the room. 

“Where are-”

He grabs my ankle and I scream, eyes going wide as I see the riding crop held in his other hand, pleading with him to just let me go. I’m not sure how much time passes but in the back of my mind I hear him, the Charger, unmistakeable in its sound, pulling up to the house. Mr. Fortier doesn’t seem to notice, too involved in whatever sick pleasure he’s gaining from this as he raises the crop to me again and again. I cover my face, raising my arm out weakly to try and stop him, begging him to stop. 

And I feel him, Robbie, barging into the room, the last thing I see before passing out is his eyes, full of fire, blazing orange as he shifts, heat enveloping the room, somehow comforting me as I black out. 

—----

Neva:

I remember waking once since that night, very briefly, bright lights shining down into my face while gloved hands and a person in a white coat moves around me, poking and touching my skin where Mr. Fortier had left his mark. I remember my pulse speeding up and then he’s there, Robbie, holding my hand and pushing hair back from my face, telling me he’s got me, that I’m safe. Then I black out again. 

My eyelids flutter open and at first, I’m certain I’ve gone blind. But then my eyes adjust and I realize that I’m in a room, a bedroom, and that it must be night because the room is nearly pitch black, a quiet nightlight plugged in on the other side of the room, making just enough light to see the floor. As my brain catches up to me, I start to make out shadowy shapes from around the room, a taller one that must be a dresser, a smaller one that most likely held books or a tv. I’m in a bedroom, not a hospital room, and certainly not my own room. 

I slowly flex my fingers, making a fist and opening them back up against the sheets and I notice the weight next to me. Slowly, my head pounding slightly, I turn to look and see Robbie next to me, his eyes closed and lips slightly parted, a quiet snore emanating from him. God, he’s beautiful. The man I trust most in this world. Actually, the person I trust most-

Wait. Did his head turn into a flaming skull? Was he Ghost Rider? That had to be a pain hallucination. Right?

He jolts awake, his eyes finding mine and, seeing that I’m awake, he sits up, shaking his head quickly to rid it of sleep.

“Hey, chica. How are you feeling?”

“Ok, I think.” My throat is raw and then he’s holding up a glass of water, a bendy straw sticking out of the top and holding it to my lips. 

“Small sips, ok?” I do as he says, the water helping to abate the raw feeling.

“How long?”

“Just a couple of days. I took you to a guy I know to get you checked out after you begged me not to bring you to a hospital.”

That explains the bright lights and white coat. 

“He said you’ll be fine, that nothing was broken but you’re severely bruised, several cuts needing stitches, and that you’ll be sore for a bit. I do have some pain meds here if you need them.”

“Did…did anyone look for me?” I say this already knowing the answer.

“I…no. Well, you got a text a day or so ago, but I didn’t look.” He leans back and grabs my phone off the nightstand, handing it to me. I unlock it, navigating to the text app and, sure enough, there’s the text from my dad.

Dad: You earned us an extra 7%. A job well done.

I roll my eyes, trying to swallow back the anger and bile in my throat as I hand Robbie back the phone. His eyes glance down at the screen where I’ve left the text up, his eyes almost glowing orange as his brow furrows together in anger. 

“What the fuck?” He asks, looking up at me. 

I try to sit up but my body screams at me, forcing me to stay put. He takes my hand, rubbing little circles into the back of it with his thumb. “It’s ok, Neva. Just stay put.”

I nod, taking a deep breath. And then I tell him everything, how my father treated me my entire life, how I was forced to wine and dine these men or their sons, how I was able to fight most of them off with herbs given to me by my nanny, how twice it had come to more than business and how stupid I was for believing those men, even though they claimed to love me still after I found out, but the trust had been broken. How I missed the chance tonight to give the herb to Mr. Fortier, how I’ve been hurt before but never like this. I don’t look at him when I tell him, but his hand never moves from mine, squeezing it harder with every detail I give him. By the end, I’m surprised to find tears on my face, Robbie reaching up to swipe them away for me. 

“So I’m not surprised no one is looking for me. My dad always sends an update text like this, that what I’ve done for the family was worth it. 7% though? If my dad saw me, he’d negotiate for at least 8%.” It was meant to be funny, trying to lighten the tension, but Robbie didn’t laugh. Or smile.

“Your dad is a bad man.”

I nod. “I’ve known that for quite a while, Robbie.”

“Why didn’t you leave the family then?”

That’s a loaded question. “I guess it was easier to stay. I was raised to do this, Robbie. By the time I’d realized how fucked up it was, my dad’s reach was far. I had no one, aside from my nanny whom he sent back to Russia. I trusted no one, resigned to my fate. And then…you. From day one you made me, no make me feel safe. Like someone cares about me, that I won’t just fade into nothing. You’re my hero, Robbie.” I finally chance a glance up at him, expecting a smile or something, but instead, I’m met with a guilty look, an undeserving expression on his face and he doesn’t look at me. 

“Robbie?”

“I’m not a hero.”

I squeeze his hand. “You are. You literally saved my life that night.”

He shakes his head. “That wasn’t me.”

I scoff. “It was you who walked through the door, saw me, and it was you who pulled me from that…wait was the house on fire?”

He’s quiet for a few minutes and I give him the space he needs. He shifts next to me, making sure I can see his eyes. 

“I have to tell you something, but you can’t tell anyone. Not even my brother, ok?”

I try to move again, but my body retaliates, pain radiating out from where I moved. “I promise. You can tell me anything.”

“Just…know that I feel safe with you, that it’s you who saved me. I don’t deserve it. Don’t argue, just listen, ok?” He takes a deep breath. “I’m Ghost Rider. Well, he is in me.”

“...the guy with the flaming skull head, right?”

“That’s him.”

I let out a small laugh of relief and his eyebrows pinch together. “Why are you laughing?”

“No, it’s just…I saw you...well him? Right before I passed out and I thought for sure I was going crazy, that maybe I’d hit my head too hard. God, this is a relief!”

He studies me for several long moments. “I wasn’t expecting this reaction, you sure you’re ok?”

“I feel much better now that I know my brain isn’t severely addled.”

“I tell you that I turn into a murderous being with a flaming skull for a head and your reaction is ‘oh thank God I’m not crazy’?” The corners of his mouth tick up and then he’s full on smiling. “You’re loca, Neva.”

“Maybe. But you said he’s in you? I don’t understand. Are you not an inhuman then?”

Robbie watches me for a moment and then shakes his head. He launches into an explanation, about how he was out car racing when the Fifth Street Locos attacked his car, on a hit for his uncle, how Gabe, who had simply caught him leaving the house late at night and Robbie convinced him to come along, had a bullet lodged in his spine which means he’d never walk again. How he himself was flung from the Charger, body riddled with bullets, when a voice offered him revenge and he accepted, his body reanimating and healing. How he did seek vengeance, taking out not just that gang but other people too, the Rider coming out to burn them alive, that he only took out those who deserved it. That he did burn down Mr. Fortier’s house, after taking care of him himself, to make it look like an accident. 

“When I walked in and I saw him standing over you, I just lost it. The Rider too. That’s what you saw.”

I squeeze his hand harder, placing his palm on my chest. “Is that why you’re always warm?”

“Pretty much.”

“I stand by what I said before. You’re not a murderer, Robbie. You don’t kill innocent people. They deserve what they’ve gotten, I’m sure…Is it… could I talk to him?”

Robbie raises his eyebrows. “You wanna talk to him?”

“I just want to thank him personally for his part in saving me? If that’s ok.”

He watches me for a long time, like he’s having an internal conversation with himself and it dawns on me, he probably is. Just with the Rider.

“Ok.”

Robbie stands up, taking a step back from the bed, his bed, his eyes on mine. And then they’re blazing orange, like fire itself, his skin peeling back as the skull emerges, embers and flames raising from that face that holds my heart. The Rider stands there, lighting up the room as he turns his face down to me, flames licking out from where his eyes should be. 

“Thank you.”

He nods, a single nod before the flames were being extinguished, skin growing back piece by piece and then Robbie’s back, immediately coming to my side, hesitating in taking my hand.

“You ok, Neva?”

I nod. “Better, now that I get to see your face.” I grunt through a little pain to bring my hand to his cheek, fingers touching the spots where I know his freckles lay. Those freckles that are the death of me. 

“You’re after my dad, aren’t you?” It slips out, this thought I’d had once he told me about the Rider. And honestly, it all makes sense. He never seemed the chauffeur type. I just thought I had been lucky to find the one random, hot man driving one of my dream cars that actually wanted to drive people around in it. 

“Nev-”

“It’s ok. I know he’s my father, technically, but he’s never been my dad.”

“Will we be ok?” Even though the room is dark, I can see his eyes, wide and worried, eyebrows pinched together. I manage to slide my hand up to that spot, trying to smooth away that pinch with my fingers. 

“I’m not going anywhere.”

He visibly relaxes, sliding himself next to me and gently wrapping himself around me, his nose nuzzling in my hair as he inhales, all while I’m inhaling him where my face is against his broad chest. 

“Can you just…wait until I’m better?”

“Did you want to see him?”

“What? Oh no. I just want Nurse Robbie to take care of me.”

He chuckles and my head bounces slightly with it, the rumbling there lulling me back to sleep.

“Nurse Robbie is on duty.”

—----

3 months later…

Her dad was gone, the Rider had left his mark that day. Her mom had fled the country, taking every asset she could, seemingly leaving Neva with nothing. But of course, Neva was smarter than that, tucking money away for literally years, always using her dad’s credit when she needed something. She had more than enough to live comfortably the rest of her life, not filthy rich like before, but more than comfortable, eventually wearing down Robbie with her pleas of “just let me spoil you and your brother”. She’d gotten them a new place in a good part of town, pulling strings to get Gabe into a really nice school that would look great on his college applications. 

When Robbie insisted he stay at Canelo’s in order to stay in the know about what was happening, in case the Rider needed to come out, she followed him, surprising Canelo himself with her extensive knowledge of cars. Her presence attracted new customers, much to the delight of Canelo. 

But today was a slow day and her target was Robbie. 

“Would you just hand me the wrench already?” Robbie smiles, his hand outstretched as Neva clutches the wrench to her chest, an impish smirk on her face as she shakes her head.

“Come and get it.”

He chuckles, standing with a slight grunt as his muscles stretch. “Oh you wanna play, chica?” Robbie

He lunges towards her, hands outstretched, smile on his face and she squeals, trying to run with the wrench but it’s shape making it awkward. She drops it and slows momentarily, thinking Robbie would stop but then he’s there, covering her mouth as she squeals again, smiling into his gloved hand as he pushes her into the office, locking the door behind him before giving her his own version of teasing, her fingers twisting through his hair, his name a quiet chant on her lips, and Robbie knows there is nowhere he’d rather be. 

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[shdwycupcake]

🎶 Pick any lyric from your current favourite song (or just any song you enjoy). That lyric is now a fanfic title. What’s the fic about?

okay i'm going to do a few of these, because i've recently been listening to the song Rock In God's Shoe by Sushi Soucy and it has so many good lines you could entitle a fic with that it sent me into thinking about an animatic i don't have the talent to make, which is a very rare occurrence for me since i have aphantasia and struggle with seeing things in my head.

God is a 12 year old girl and we're living in a weird Sherlock College AU

This one would be a fic about The Stanley Parable, probably an AU, where the world appears to be glitching as Stanley goes about his day somewhere mundane and unfamiliar, like a university or working at a coffeeshop. The plot would probably end up being that someone, probably Employee 432/The Timekeeper or the Narrator himself, was trying to make some sort of New Parable with Even More Endings, creating a glitchy world that's just a bit Off, even to Stanley.

God is a kind and benevolent entity/God is a sadist getting off on our suffering

Post-season 5 finale Miraculous Ladybug two-shot, with Ladybug explaining the situation of who Gabriel actually was to Adrien, then suddenly wondering why Chat Noir is acting so distant. This is probably the one I'd like to see written/write the most.

God is a narrator, but he left his mic off

This one would be set in the story of @tillywunderwing's fic txtFileNotFound.pdf, specifically in the part of the timeline where, after the Skip Button Ending, the Narrator refuses to speak to Stanley for, well, quite the long time. Read her fic if you're a fan of TSP! You won't regret it!

It must be hard to be a single mother of eight billion kids in this economy

Princess Celestia deals with the aftermath of sending her sister Luna to the moon and all the angst and politics that comes with that. There's probably a thousand fics like this but I had to include at least one My Little Pony idea.

God isn't on our side, or maybe they are

I have so many Warrior Cats characters this could apply to. Some canon, of course, but mainly for my OCs. Petalshade especially, a medicine cat that only become a medicine cat to commune with StarClan, not because of any want to help his Clan-mates, fits well with this entire song. This line specifically, though, would be the title of a fic delving into his confrontation with his mentor from StarClan, who gave him a scar when he refused to fake a sign in order to depose his leader or something like that,,,I've not fleshed out his story quite enough, this is just me remembering the roleplay I did with him that his story is based off of.

#this was very fun to think about #if anyone wants to write any of these you are more than welcome to! #my only request is that you @ me on tumblr if you post it on ao3 so that i can read it <3 #tsp #the stanley parable #miraculous ladybug

[leiakenobi]

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Fanfic Writer Ask Game

🎬 If a movie or show were based on your fic, which fic would you choose and who would you fancast?

Oooh man. There are two that really spring to mind that are both well enough removed from their source material and interesting stories in their own rights that I think a pretty banger movie could be made based on them.

a shallow creek that too runs deep: This is my witch!Rey/fairy!Poe medieval AU (which, if you haven't read it I think it's worth a read even if damerey isn't usually your cup of tea) and oh my lord, the things I would give to see a film capture their magical world in the lush detail that I see in my head. I have a hard time picturing anyone as the characters besides Daisy and Oscar, but I do picture them as their TFA-era selves, so obviously they wouldn't be able to play the characters now. Alas I don't know enough young actors to have any good substitutes in mind, but honestly the most important thing to me would be that they're pretty much the same height. I like picturing them on an even keel as they walk through the forest together.

This Must Be The Place/Once In A Lifetime: Ohhh bartender Santi my beloved. This story, too, I think it's the idea of seeing the dreamlike vibes captured visually that makes it particularly appealing. But also as a few people have commented, this story has big Before Sunrise energy, and I think it could really benefit from that "one night character study" sort of angle. (It could also be fleshed out to tell the story of what happens next but I don't think that would make as good of a movie.) Again, it's hard to picture anyone but Oscar, and this one I think he still could do even any time in the next 10 years or so, but Gabriel Luna would be a solid choice, or maybe Tyler Posey in like 8 years (ideally I'd want feel Santi to feel no younger than 40). The faceclaim for the reader insert would depend on how old Santi was because I'd want there to be a bit of an age difference but nothing too extreme.

#starryeyedstories #ask game #thank you nova!! #also hey you deleted your reblog before i could send you some!!!

[nyxnygma]

ABOUT ME AND WHAT TO REQUEST

My name is Nyx and I’m pansexual. I’m practicing writing and the best way to do this is by writing fanfics about my favourite characters from my most recent hyperfixations.

I’m not the best writer (especially smut) but feel free to request anything from smut to angst to fluff. I will not be writing any smut that includes piss, rape etc

I will be taking requests for:

(If you really want another character I probably will. I would prefer to write for female or gender neutral readers because I will feel more confident to but feel free to request anyway)

FEEL FREE WITH REQUESTING POLY!

❤️= favourite to write about

NEW MASTERLIST

MASTERLIST - OLD

Gotham

Ed Nygma/The Riddler ❤️

Oswald Cobblepots

Ivy Pepper (no smut)

Victor Zsasz

Bruce Wayne (no smut)

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Penelope Garcia (no smut)

Scream

Randy Meeks

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Sidney Prescott

Mindy Meeks-Martin

Unspecified Ghostface

Marauders Era

Remus Lupin ❤️

Sirius Black

James Potter

Lily Evans

Mary Macdonald❤️

Marlene McKinnon

Poly!Marauders (no detailed smut) ❤️

Golden Trio Era (no smut)

Hermione Granger ❤️

Luna Lovegood

Harry Potter

Supernatural

Sam Winchester

Castiel (no smut)

Gabriel

The Lost Boys

Poly!Lostboys (no detailed smut) ❤️

Michael

Dwayne

Paul

Marko

Sam (no smut)

The Mighty Boosh

Vince Noir

KISS (preferably no smut)

Poly

Eric Carr❤️

Paul Stanley

Ace Frehley

Mötley Crüe

Tommy Lee ❤️

Nikki sixx

Vince Neil

Mick Mars

Poly!MotleyCrue

Poly!TerrorTwins

Hanoi Rocks

Sami Yaffa ❤️

Micheal Monroe

Nasty Suicide

Razzle Dingley

IT Crowd

Maurice Moss

Richmond Avenal

#ed nygma #the riddler #gotham #dc penguin #oswald cobblepot #victor zsasz #criminal minds #spencer reid #marauders #remus lupin #sirius black #mary macdonald #supernatural #sam winchester #hermione granger #hank mccoy #scream #randy meeks #billy loomis #stu macher #mindy meeks martin #the lost boys #lost boys #poly lost boys x reader #remus lupin x y/n #remus fic #ed nygma x reader #james potter #motley crue #nikki sixx x reader

[thefieryeclipse]

fanfic ask game

Thank you @primatechnosynthpop @urisarang and @luna-shimizu for sending me asks for the game! All of you had one question in common, so instead of write the same answer 3 times I’ll do it here for you all ^.^

🏆fic youre most proud of?

This has got to be Tongues of Fire <3<3 

1) Because it’s now over 400k words, and is a labour of love written over 4 and a half years of my life, and I’m STILL not bored of it and love writing it hehe.

2) Because I planned the whole story waaay back at the beginning, 4 and a half years ago, and to work my way through all the twists and turns and each scene I couldn’t wait to get to or characters I couldn’t wait to introduce, then have it all there in writing that connects through a coherent 400k+ word plot, is an amazing feeling that can’t be replicated X)

I’ve got one more chapter to go, but I’m sooo close to completing this fic, which is the longest continuous story I’ve ever written in my life ^.^ And I think that’s something to be proud of

💡what inspires your fic ideas?

Anything can! For my oneshots, it’s usually a “what happened then?” idea between moments we didn’t get to see on screen, I’m filling in the gaps with scenes I’d love to have seen but didn’t get.

Otherwise it can be a tiny thing, a spark of an idea that would be interesting to see in a fic setting (such as walking alone through a street lit up with beautiful xmas decorations, which made me wonder if Peter and Sylar would have done the same during The Wall. But then - where did they get the decorations? How did they put them up, themselves? Does this mean they’d have to put aside their differences to share the work? And so “the Tree” was born ^.^)

💎 favorite trope to write?

This has got to be enemies to friends to lovers XD Angst, feels, tension, history, passion... and all of that becomes much more tender when it helplessly turns into care, into gentleness, into forgiveness and a connection that they had to work for and will cherish because it’s special - rather than a het couple make eye contact once across a room and instantly they’re shoved into a romance (where’s the fun in that?)

🍄how do you get yourself in the mood to write?

Definitely music! I have playlists that encapsulate different fics or parts of a story that I play in the background as I write. Also watching clips of the characters helps get me in the mindset - my Tongues of Fire trailer has become very helpful in this way because it’s literally about the story I’m writing!

🥰 fave fic you’ve written?

Tongues of Fire is definitely up there, but I’m going to go with Gabriel Gray is Dead

My very first full-length story that’s entirely completed and whole. It was the first time I properly got to share writing with people who returned for updates and were invested and absolutely helped inspire me to keep going because sharing the chapters with them was a wonderful experience <3 This fic was the easiest thing I’ve ever written and I don’t know why since it was the biggest thing I’d ever written at the time hehe, but I blasted through it and it felt like flying - I never hit the ground once. Such a unique and freeing and marvellous time in my life, and this story is absolutely one that will hold a precious place in my heart forever X)

Thanks so much for asking, I had a lot of fun answering your questions!

#fanfiction #writeblr #primatech #hannibal #petlar #hannigram #fanfic ask game #tongues of fire #gabriel gray is dead #fieryeclipse

[bbygirlky18]

Ships Updated!!!

Here are the ships for my fanfic Mami's Breakthrough. You'll meet the main character in the ship list so be prepared. I'll use the wrestler's real name. You'll see repeated names so don't get spooked. Let's get into it.

Demi (Rhea) & Gretchen (Eliora)

Stephanie (Stephanie) & Paul (Hunter)

Jonathan (Jimmy) & Trinity ( Naomi)

Fergal (Finn) & Masami (Iyo)

Dominik (Dominik) & Gionna (Liv)

Luis (Damian) & Elizabeth (Beth)

Bianca (Bianca) & Carlisle (Luigi)

Joseph (Erick) & Victoria (Lilou)

Rebecca (Becky) & Ulysses (Ron)

Natalya (Natalya) & Jeremy (Elijah)

Maryse (Maryse) & Richard (Jules/m)

Cheree (Dakota) & James (Jackson)

Theresa (Zoey) & Leon (Brett)

Brianna (Cora) & Dexter (Mustafa)

Logan (Logan) & Donna (Stephanie)

Randall (Randy) & Conner (Brian)

Keith (Keith) & Lucas “Luke” (Mick)

Sydney (Maxxine) & Jessica (Gilda)

Brittany (Britt) & Carmen (Lola)

Milena (Rosa) & Taylor (Lilou)

Ashley (Shotzi) & Gisele (Rhonda)

Allyssa (Kayden) & Spencer (Gabriel)

Aoife (Lyra) & Dominic “Dom” (Roddy)

William (Christian) & Emilio (Kevin)

Trevor (Ricochet) & Rosalie (Anastasia)

Macey (Lacey) & Sebastian (Grayson)

Sarah (Valhalla) & Jasper (Riley/ m)

Elizabeth (Scarlett) & Luke (Vince)

Stephanie (Mia) & Enrique (Dash)

Ron (R-Truth) & Angela (Asahi)

Shayna (Shayna) & Kate (Mia)

Simone (Ava/Ava Raine) & Sammy (Itsuki)

Layla (Layla) & Dion (Gabriel)

Catherine (Cathy) & Titus (Aiden)

Michael (Shawn) & Mick (Nathan)

Kira (Taya) & Suki (Hawk)

Victoria (Raquel) & Velvet (Asahi)

Mark (The Undertaker) & Clarissa (Paige)

Taylor (Jacy) & Theodora (Lilou) 

Christopher (Chris/Y2J) & Becca (Nastya)

Windham (Bray) & Austin (Tyler)

Priscilla (Gigi) & Elizabeth (Kanna)

Patricia (Trish) & Eric (Terry)

Eduardo (Eddie) & Renesmée (Riley/ f)

Jeffrey (Jeff) & Edward (Ted)

Kiera (Kiera) & D.J. (Mustafa)

Mercedes (Sasha) & Quil (Jackson)

Steffanie (Tegan) & June (Gayle)

Serena (Serena) & Embry (Luigi)

Ettore (Big E) & Ashley (Emma)

Adam (Edge) & Royal (Roddy)

Amy (Lita) & Charles (Lucas)

Samantha (Samantha) & 

Živilė (Aksana) & Jonathan (Logan)

Kristen (Kris) & Gisell (Becky)

Dwayne (The Rock) & Jasmyne (Olivia)

Daria (Sonya) & Lauren (Olga)

Brodie (Luke) & Rob (Rio)

Kevin (Kevin Nash) & Samuel (Wally)

Bryan (Daniel) & Flynn (Mickie)

Catherine (Lana) & Tara (Gilda)

Jake (Jake) & Vixen (Mario)

Amanda (Mandy) & Beth (Christy)

Joseph (Solo) & Eleazar (Chris)

Kenneth (Montez) & Sam (Mantaro)

Celeste (Kaitlyn) & Matthew “Matt) (Jimbo)

Sarona (Tamina) & Luna (Kanna)

JoJo (JoJo) & Arianne (Falcon)

Kacy (Katana) & Paul (Brett)

Nicola (Nikki Cross) & Bronson (Kaito)

Adam (Braun) & Garrett (Gabriel)

Phillip (CM) & Sean (Mickie)

Rena (Sable) & Roman (Grayson)

Anriel (Lash) & Colleen (Dahlia)

Allen (AJ Styles) & Leah (Lilou)

Renee (Renee) & Jason (Ron)

Angela (Zayda) & Tanya (Olivia)

Kia (Kharma) & Lee (Mick)

Kaori (Kairi) & Theo (Brett)

Todd (Ivar) & Riley (Jules/ m)

Danielle (Willow) & Jane (Riley/ f)

Stephen (Sheamus) & Tara (Ember)

Ashley (Dana) & Sue (Emma)

Jazmin (Mercedes) & Bridget (Alexa)

Melina (Melina) & Han (Mustafa)

Franklin (Bobby) & Bree (Lola)

Faith (Nikkita) & Archie (Haruto)

Ronda (Ronda) & Makenna (Kanna)

Pamela (Bayley) & Samantha (Emma)

Gail (Gail) & Vyolette (Kanna)

Colby (Seth) & Leann (Donna)

Skye (Skye) & Alice (Katya)

Karen (Wendy) & Mariana (Nastya) 

Steve (‘Stone Cold’ Steve) & David (Alexander)

KiLynn (KiLynn) & Kirk. (Logan)

Austin (Xavier) & Elle (Gilda)

Alexis (Alexa) & Jakob (Lucas)

Adrienne (Athena/Ember) & Esme (Riley/ f)

Matthew (Matt Hardy) & Earnest (Mario)

Stephanie (Nikki Bella) & Bella (Anastasia)

Thea (Zelina Vega) & Deckard “Deck” (Terry)

Glenn (Kane) & Priya (Olga)

Mary (Maria) & Mae (Anastasia)

Jillian (Jillian) & Aro (Shane)

Michelle (Michelle) & Nicole (Katya)

Lisa (Victoria) & McKayla (Nia) 

Mickie (Mickie) & Kate (Stephanie)

Lilián (Lilian) & Esmeralda (Candice)

Leva (Leva) & Clara (Itsuki)

Toni (Toni) & Nicholas (Jimbo)

Gary (Angelo) & Murray (Mario)

Shinsuke (Shinsuke) & Jennifer (Olivia)

Saraya (Paige) & Lauren (Ember)

Karlee (Maxine) & Ashely (Jules/ f)

Cody (Cody) & Jacob (Jack)

Shelly (Ariel) & Aaron “Hotch” (Louis)

Tom (Aleister) & Emily (Sasha)

Carla (Roxanne) & Alec (Ron)

April (AJ Lee) & Sam (Roddy)

Victoria (Alicia) & Marissa (Chyna)

Danielle (Summer) & Kendall (Jack)

Matthew (Matt Riddle) & Tarrence (Nathan)

Jessica (Billie) & Whitney (Beth)

Stacy (Stacy) & Allen (Alexander)

Joan (Chyna) & Sasha (Hawk)

Jonathan (Dean) & Ophelia (Amelia)

Natalie (Eva) & Tatum (Reo)

Jade (Jade) & Jennifer “JJ” (Riley/ f)

Joe (Roman) & Marcel (Roddy)

Oscar (Rey) & Xavier (Shane)

Kimberly (Piper) & Annelise (Mia)

Leah (Carmella) & Rebecca (Gilda)

Torrie (Torrie) & Irina (Emma) 

Tenille (Emma) & Noel (Nathan)

Dori (Ruby) & Rachel (Gayle)

Eve (Eve) & Ettore (Logan)

John (John Morrison) & Brian (Riley/ m)

Andrew (Drew) & Mary (Candice)

Rami (Sami) & Edythe (Chyna)

Katarina (Katie) & Lance (Luigi)

Cassie (Peyton) & Vera (Lilou)

Kofi (Kofi) & Vallie (Becky)

Laura (Allie) & Annissa (Sasha)

Chelsea (Chelsea) & Jess (Zoe)

Joshua (Jey) & Elyssa (Ruby)

Raymond (Erik) & Russ (Kid)

Ashley (Charlotte) & Leticia “Letty” (Lilou)

Deonna (Deonna) & Logan (Wally)

Kanako (Asuka) & Vince (Mario)

Barbara (Kelly Kelly) & Julyanna (Rhonda)

Lina (Nia) & Eleanor (Stephanie)

Brianna (Brie) & Jared (Ted)

John (John Cena) & Jack (Haruto)

Mike (The Miz) & Henry (Jackson)

Debrah (Alundra/Madusa) & Douglas (Ron)

Claudio (Cesaro) & Laurent (Vince)

Ariane (Cameron) & Stephen (Tyler)

Brandi (Eden) & Erica (Stacie)

Kevin (Kevin Owens/KO) & Derek (Luigi)

Jessika (Jessika) & Jesse (Logan)

Candice (Candice) & Anne (Olga)

John (Johnny Gargano) & Ben (Jimmy)

Debra (Debra) & Jessamine (Jules/ f)

Seth (Riley/ m) & Tyler (Aiden)

Rowena (Donna) & Victor (Kid)

Tej (Elijah) & Sullivan (Mustafa)

Penelope (Becky) & Emily (Stacie)

Evangeline (Olga) & Beth (Stephanie) 

Carine (Layla) & Emmett (Wayne)

Alex (Emma) & Jedidiah (Shane)

Gina (Anastasia) & Mia (Nastya) 

Presley (Louis) & Edward (Kaito)

Gabriel (Brett) & Cain (Alexa)

Ramsey (Katya) & Katie (Nia)

Rubie (Emma) & Eloise (Katya)

Mike (Louis) & Cherylyn (Becky)

That's the full ship list. Hope you guys enjoy it.

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hello friend!!! the 100 (ew) for ask game?

the first character i first fell in love with: 

this may come as a shock but... john murphy. who could have seen that coming? i don’t know he just burrowed under my skin like a parasite. i hate him but i love him (only i can make fun of him it is not funny when anyone else does)... truly my beloved. he is so human and relatable and troubled and yet still so kind and good. he is my forever favourite... we don’t speak of his ending. season 6-7 who???? justice for my bastard man. i love you so much. <3

the character i never expected to love as much as i do now:

i’ve always loved raven — but, i am a bit surprised just how much that love grew. she is just the best and most complex girl. i loved watching her grow even if the writers did her so dirty in book two (in that her storyline was a prop to others, not in that i didn’t like her anymore). raven is MY female lead.

the character everyone else loves that i don’t:

... i have never really understood emori. i just have no connection and i am not sure what i am meant to see in her. most of it is writing’s fault, but i just felt like she was inconsistent and a bit shallow — which does make sense if she was never a “main”. i think much of the remaining fandom loves emori so that’s why i’m considering this a bit unpopular.

the character i love that everyone else hates: 

i will never understand the echo hate. she is not a top favourite, but she is just very cool and pretty and kind and badass. where the aforementioned character lacks in backstory and purpose — echo always had that on lock. not to be controversial... but any issues i have with becho don’t lie with her. her being an antagonist was justified — then echo grew and found family and it was really beautiful!!

the character i used to love but don’t any longer:

am i allowed to say clarke and / or bellamy? i love them both, but with how... weird the writing got i started loving their potential more than them... if that makes any sense. i think all characters really had a downward spiral in book two but man... did the two leads just get the short end of the sticks. i just found myself more and more frustrated with their writing and their actions in the later seasons.

the character i would totally smooch: 

murphy!! raven!! jasper!! gabriel!! luna!! josephine!!

the character i’d want to be like: 

this is hard... maybe monty or luna? peace driven icons... who also had backbones. monty could be so snarky yet also so kind — luna was so wise but also realistic. the show was wasted on characters like them, to be honest. justice for peacekeepers.

the character i’d slap: 

abby griffin. hands down my least favourite. dear lord did she make me so angry. it would also be payback for her slapping both raven and murphy.

a pairing that i love:

murven murven murven murven murven murven. i love them SO much. the way they balance each other and take turns with the morality stick. the way they grew past mistakes and just have such a pure love for one another. they do not judge each other; they understand one another so damn well. the strongest dynamic on the show — would have simply been too powerful. endgame in my heart!!!

a pairing that i despise: 

m*mori. somehow simultaneously boring yet also makes me feel uncomfortable. especially after the series finale, they just make me feel so sad/sick. i used to tolerate them, but now i can’t even read a fanfic with them as a side pairing. they are an ick. murphy, i’m going to get you out of there post s7. no hard feelings to any shippers, i just can’t do it.

#ask game #anti abby griffin #anti memori #thank you for asking... #but also curse you