#like sorry nobody in our family ever talks about their feelings about anything ever but i'm trying to be better

[leofrith]

perhaps nothing makes me want to crawl out of my skin more than trying to write while someone is looking over my shoulder. even if they're just standing in my general vicinity and not actively reading over my shoulder i haaaate ittttt. look away do not perceive my mental process or i will scream!!!!!!

#i'm trying to write an obituary which I've never done before and my mom is vacumming right behind me GO AWAY!!!!! #idk why im so sensitive about this but it makes me so uncomfortable #just dont look at me!!!!!!! #i think it's a knee jerk reaction to years of my parents making snide little patronizing comments that they think are harmless #but actually just make me feel self conscious about literally everything i do or anything i'm passionate about #like sorry nobody in our family ever talks about their feelings about anything ever but i'm trying to be better #ky posts text

[cutielando]

win ~ george russell

Summary: After a tough couple of years in F1, George finally gets the win he so desperately wanted and you are right there to celebrate with him.

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Waiting for your first win ever was excruciating.

Going into every race thinking it might be the one and then slowly losing hope as the race would progress, realizing there was even more waiting in store before it would happen.

That's how George felt.

He had been in Formula 1 for quite some years now, but his win seemed nowhere near happening. He was slowly losing hope, getting used to the idea that he wouldn't win a race in the near future.

His family kept reassuring him that his time would come, but George's faith in himself left his body with each race that passed.

You knew how frustrating it must be, seeing all the drivers around you consistently getting wins and you struggling to get just one.

It was tough on someone's mind, it would ruin their thinking.

You, however, didn't let yourself think like that. He had been so close to winning so many times, you could feel it in your bones that his win was approaching with fast steps.

And oh, how right you were.

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Silverstone was a fan-favorite track on the F1 calendar for the fans, but it was even more special to both George and you.

You met at Silverstone, you started attending every race after it and became George's good luck charm, it was his home race and the UK was home for the both of you.

Plenty of reasons that supported your certainty that George would get his win at Silverstone.

He had been a nervous wreck all weekend, aware of how much the track meant for everyone, including you and his family, and he wanted to perform well.

"Baby, can you calm down? You're stressing yourself out for nothing" you had tried calming him down at your apartment in the morning before he had to get to the circuit.

He had barely slept, didn't want to eat anything ahead of the day and had been pacing all around the apartment since the moment he opened his eyes.

"I can't. Don't you realize how much is at stake here? I can't disappoint everyone again and not win this one. I'm going to be a failure and everybody will hate me" your heart broke when you heard George talk about himself so poorly.

You quickly got up and jumped in front of him, finally making him come to a halt and stop pacing around.

"You listen to me, Georgie. Nobody is going to hate you if you don't win today. I know you think they will, but they won't. Their support and love for you doesn't depend on whether or not you get a win today or in the next race. You're still young, baby, you have so much time to show the potential and talent you have, so many great years ahead of you. Your win will come at the right time. Please don't be so hard on yourself, I hate seeing you talk so badly about yourself" 

He bit his lip but nodded, kissing you on the forehead before bringing you in for a hug.

"I'm sorry for being like this. I just want to make you and our families proud" his voice was muffled slightly because he had buried his face in your hair, but you understood him nonetheless.

"We're proud of you no matter what. We just want you to have fun and be safe. If you end up winning, we'll cheer you on. If you don't end up winning, we'll still cheer you on. We'll love you no matter what" you stood on your tiptoes and pressed your lips against his, silence sealing the promise that you would love him no matter what.

It was all he had needed to hear, his body slowly relaxing under his touch.

And it was also all he had needed to hear to motivate him to win today.

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You had never seen George drive so well. 

From the moments the lights had gone out, he had been driving like his life depended on it. He was overtaking like it was second nature, battling for position with Lewis before the team had ultimately made the decision to switch cars because George was faster, racing Max for the first place like he had never before.

The whole garage was on the edge of their seats, staring at the screens with anticipation.

It wasn't until George had overtaken Max and crossed the checkered flag first that the chaos and celebrations had really begun.

Engineers high-fiving each other, shaking hands and screaming in delight, you and George's parents hugging in a corner away from the madness.

You hadn't even realized you had been crying until Alison had wiped off your tears, laughing when you noticed that she had been crying too.

As you walked out of the garage with the rest of George's team and waited for him to return to the pitlane, you couldn't help the excitement flowing through your veins.

All the sweat, the tears, the bad races, the bad strategies, the hopes and dreams of being a Formula 1 Grand Prix winner had finally paid off.

George had officially become a race winner.

And you couldn't be more proud of him.

When you saw his car approaching and parking in front of Number 1, you felt more tears run down your cheeks as you observed him getting out of the car. 

The moment his helmet had come off, his eyes were searching for you in the crowd. When he spotted you, he gave his helmet to one of his engineers and quickly jumped over the barriers, scooping you up in his arms and twirling you around.

"You did it!" you exclaimed in his ear, holding onto his body tightly.

"I did it for you" he said, kissing your neck before putting you down.

"I'm so proud of you, my love. You can't even understand" you said as you held his face in your hands, running your fingers through his damp hair.

"I couldn't have done it without your support" he said before leaning down and kissing you, smiling a little when you both head his team wolf-whistle behind you.

As you stood there in the pitlane embracing each other, celebrating his first ever win, you knew that you would overcome everything life would throw at you together.

The win didn't just belong to George.

It was a win for both of you.

Yours.

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[leiasources]

an  assortment  of  disney  sentence  starters.    a  compilation  of  sentence  starters  from  and  inspired  by  lilo  and  stitch,  lady  and  the  tramp,  lady  and  the  tramp  ii:  scamp’s  adventure,  the  little  mermaid  and  the  little  mermaid  ii:  return  to  the  sea.  feel  free  to  adjust  as  necessary  but  do  not  add  to  the  list.  thank  you!

‘ i don't see how a world that makes such wonderful things could be bad. ’

‘ if anybody ever needed a muzzle, it's him ... ’

‘ have you lost your senses completely? ’

‘ i'd give anything to have what you have. ’

‘ i didn't mean it, {name}, i don't know what i was thinking! ’

‘ beyond those distant hills, who knows what wonderful experiences there are, and it's all ours for the taking. ’

‘ if you promise not to fight anymore, i promise not to yell at you ... except on special occasions. ’

‘ you ... saved my life. nobody else here would have dared to do that. ’

‘ you don't know what it was like. ’

‘ i see you haven't changed a bit. ’

‘ hey! watch where you're going, stupid head! ’

‘ you don't belong on the street. you won't last five minutes out here. ’

‘ wonder what they do around here for excitement. ’

‘ do we have a lobster door? no! we have a dog door! we're getting a dog. ’

‘ we're just going to forget this whole thing ever happened. ’

‘ how could there be anything wrong with something so wonderful? ’

‘ i'm not going home! you can't make me. ’

‘ did you lose your job because of me? ’

‘ if you want to leave, you can. i'll remember you though. i remember everyone that leaves. ’

‘ i just ... i just don't feel like i belong here. have you ever felt that way? ’

‘ i'm giving you a choice, you can come with me or you can return home. ’

‘ if your father knew about this place- ’

‘ if you ask me, she's a little strange ... ’

‘ everybody thinks i'm ... weird ... ’

‘ this is great. this is living! i never get to do this at home. ’

‘ why don't you go tell my father? you're good at that. ’

‘ stop criticizing me! that's all my mother ever did, criticize me! ’

‘ you're hiding something from me ... ’

‘ remember this: a human heart has only so much room for love and affection. ’

‘ i'm going to bust us out of here, if it's the last thing i do. ’

‘ i know you're trying, {name}, but you need to think about what's best for them ... even if it removes you from the picture. ’

‘ i've given you what you've always wanted ... they're the one who's been lying to you all these years. ’

‘ it wasn't built to keep something out ... it was built to keep me in. ’

‘ you've got no one to blame but yourself. ’

‘ well ... that's what comes of tying yourself down to one person. ’

‘ we could run off together. we don't need them. ’

‘ you're just like ... like your mother. ’

‘ it's about time you settle down. ’

‘ i thought we could sit out here and talk. ’

‘ i'm sorry i bit you ... and pulled your hair ... and punched you in the face. ’

‘ sometimes you try your hardest but things don't work out the way you want them to. ’

‘ i hope that you appreciate what i go through for you. ’

‘ take my advice and settle down with this one, huh? ’

‘ i should have been home hours ago ... ’

‘ i'm late because i had to go to the store and get peanut butter because all we have is stinkin' tuna- ’

‘ no, you don't belong there, you're better than that and that's what i like about you. ’

‘ you know, i really believed they had a chance ... then you came along. ’

‘ isn't it obvious? {name}'s in love. ’

‘ why didn't you wait at the school? you were supposed to wait there! ’

‘ that's the first time i've seen you smile in weeks. ’

‘ i know that's why you wreck things and why you're mean to me sometimes ... ’

‘ i was just like you when i was your age. ’

‘ i don't need you to shelter and protect me! ’

‘ you're not like the rest of us. you're good and kind. the streets will beat that out of you if you stay. ’

‘ you really want a family, don't you? ’

‘ i've got a very comfortable home, where i know you'll be loved and appreciated ... ’

‘ why do you act so weird? ’

‘ open up your eyes to what life can really be ... ’

‘ are you going to play dolls? ’

‘ this is great. i mean, i really love this ... adventure, excitement, danger lurking around every corner ... ’

‘ you don't have to be scared of me. i won't hurt you. ’

‘ we can't go in! the sign says- ’

‘ i need you to stay here for a few minutes. i'm going to be right back. ’

‘ i'm {number} years old! i'm not a child! ’

‘ hey, i brought you some pizza in case you were hungry. ’

‘ i'm not your girl. i don't belong to anyone ... ’

‘ i wish i could tell {name} how i feel ... but they'd never understand. ’

‘ you seem very familiar ... have we met? ’

‘ people treat me different. ’

‘ i know you've been keeping something from me. ’

‘ sometimes ... things have to change and maybe sometimes they're for the better. ’

‘ you didn't think they would miss you!? ’

‘ this is you and this is your badness level. it's unusually high for someone your size. ’

‘ all i ever hear is rules, rules, rules ... don't do this and don't do that ... ’

‘ everyone has trouble fitting in at your age. i know i did. i was a regular fish out of water. ’

‘ there's a great, big hunk of world out there with no fence around it, where two people can find adventure and excitement ... ’

‘ why did you keep the truth from me? ’

‘ i bet they've got a lid on every trash can ... oh, and a fence around every tree. ’

‘ we're a broken family, aren't we? ’

‘ if it wasn't for you, i would have wound up somewhere else... ’

‘ i'm the only one who understands them. you take that way, they won't stand a chance. ’

‘ our family is little now and we don't have much but if you want you could be a part of it. ’

‘ i'm going to stuff you in the blender, push puree then bake you into a pie and feed it to- ’

‘ when you're footloose and unattached ... well, that's nothing but the best. ’

‘ what are you doing out here? don't you have a nice family back home? ’

‘ don't you have a family? ’

‘ oh man, must have been horrible having someone care about you that much ... ’

‘ you have a home and a family that loves you. you're not like the rest of us, {name}. ’

‘ i'm just so afraid i'm going to make a total fool of myself. ’

‘ you're hiding something from me ... ’

‘ i didn't think they would miss me that much ... ’

‘ have you ever seen anything so wonderful in your entire life? ’

‘ i got to get to work. stick around town and stay out of the roads, okay? ’

‘ they aren't much of a family ... but what choice do i have? ’

‘ it's clear to me that you need them a lot more than they need you. ’

‘ i might not be a doctor but i know that there's no better cure for a sour face than a couple of boards and some choice waves. what do you think?  ’

‘ you're such a pain. ’

‘ come to join the party? ’

‘ the world out there is full of traps. here? here you have a family that loves you. ’

#roleplay prompts #roleplay sentence starters #sentence starters #disney #disney sentence starters #mine: inbox prompt

[goodnightmemes]

INTERSTELLAR (2014) SENTENCE STARTERS

❛ I thought you were the ghost. ❜

❛ You got to figure it out. I'm not always gonna be here to help you. ❜

❛ Well, I guess that answers the old "if I asked you to drive off a cliff" scenario. ❜

❛ It's like we've forgotten who we are. Explorers, pioneers, not caretakers. ❜

❛ You're the one who doesn't belong. Born 40 years too late, or 40 years too early. ❜

❛ We used to look up in the sky and wonder at our place in the stars. Now we just look down and worry about our place in the dirt. ❜

❛ You were good at something and you never got a chance to do anything with it. I'm sorry. ❜

❛ Don't make me take you down again. Sit down! ❜

❛ It's pretty clear you don't want any visitors. So why don't you just let us back up from your fence and we'll be on our way? Huh? ❜

❛ You're sitting in the best-kept secret in the world. Nobody stumbles in here. Nobody stumbles out. ❜

❛ I hesitate to term it supernatural, but it definitely wasn't scientific. ❜

❛ We'll find a way. We always have. ❜

❛ Okay, now you need to tell me what your plan is to save the world. ❜

❛ We're not meant to save the world. We're meant to leave it. ❜

❛ You're asking me to hang everything on an almost. ❜

❛ I'm asking you to trust me. ❜

❛ This world was never enough for you, was it? ❜

❛ Don't trust the right thing done for the wrong reason. ❜

❛ Mankind was born on Earth, it was never meant to die here. ❜

❛ We're just here to be memories for our kids. ❜

❛ Once you're a parent, you're the ghost of your children's future. ❜

❛ You have no idea when you're coming back. No idea at all! ❜

❛ Don't make me leave like this. Come on! Don't make me leave like this! ❜

❛ I love you. Forever. You hear me? I love you forever, and I'm coming back. ❜

❛ We're going to be spending a lot of time together. We should learn to talk. ❜

❛ Absolute honesty isn't always the most diplomatic, nor the safest form of communication with emotional beings. ❜

❛ We'll be waiting for you when you get back. A little older, a little wiser, but happy to see you. ❜

❛ You don't think nature can be evil? ❜

❛ Why are you whispering? They can't hear you. ❜

❛ This gets to me. This. Millimeters of aluminum, that's it, and then nothing out there for millions of miles won't kill us in seconds. ❜

❛ Everybody ready to say goodbye to our solar system? ❜

❛ You can't just think about your family. Now you have to think bigger. ❜

❛ I told you to leave me! Why didn't you? ❜

❛ One of us was thinking about the mission! ❜

❛ I was trying to do the right thing! ❜

❛ Oh, we are not prepared for this. ❜

❛ You eggheads have the survival skills of a Boy Scout troop. ❜

❛ Time is relative, okay? It can stretch and it can squeeze, but it can't run backwards, it just can't. ❜

❛ When you become a parent, one thing becomes really clear. And that is that you want to make sure your children feel safe. ❜

❛ I thought I was prepared. I knew the theory. Reality's different. ❜

❛ There's nothing here for us. ❜

❛ So it would be a real good time for you to come back. ❜

❛ I didn't mean to intrude. It's just that I've never seen you in here before. ❜

❛ I'm not afraid of death. I'm afraid of time. ❜

❛ Are you calling my life's work nonsense? ❜

❛ Love isn't something we invented. It's observable, powerful. It has to mean something. ❜

❛ Love is the one thing we're capable of perceiving that transcends dimensions of time and space. Maybe we should trust that, even if we can't understand it yet. ❜

❛ I let you all down. ❜

❛ Pray you never learn just how good it can be to see another face. ❜

❛ I hadn't a lot of hope to begin with, but after so long, I had none. ❜

❛ I just want to know if you left me here to die. I just have to know. ❜

❛ There are some things that aren't meant to be known. ❜

❛ We can care deeply, selflessly about those we know, but that empathy rarely extends beyond our line of sight. ❜

❛ Panic won't help. We just have to keep working, same as ever. ❜

❛ Before you get all teary, remember that as a robot I have to do anything you say. ❜

❛ A machine doesn't improvise well because you can't program a fear of death. Our survival instinct is our single greatest source of inspiration. ❜

❛ When I left Earth, I thought I was prepared to die. ❜

❛ Nothing worked out the way it was supposed to. ❜

❛ You fucking coward. ❜

❛ Listen, if you're not going to go, let your family go. Just save your family. ❜

❛ Dad's not coming back. He never was coming back. ❜

❛ You're gonna save everybody? ❜

❛ He left us here to die. ❜

❛ Don't judge me. You were never tested like I was. Few men have been. ❜

❛ You're feeling it, aren't you? The survival instinct. That's what drove me. it's what drives all of us. ❜

❛ I'm sorry, I can't watch you go through this. I'm sorry. I thought I could, but I can't. ❜

❛ The only way humans have ever figured out of getting somewhere is to leave something behind. ❜

❛ No, don't go. Don't go, you idiot. ❜

❛ They didn't bring us here to change the past. ❜

❛ I don't care who describes it, there is no way for it to be exaggerated. It was that bad. ❜

❛ Is this really what it was like? ❜

❛ I don't care much for this pretending we're back where we started. I want to know where we are. Where we're going. ❜

❛ Nobody believed me. But I knew you'd come back. ❜

❛ No parent should have to watch their own child die. ❜

#rp meme #sentence starters #sentence starter meme #rp sentence meme #roleplay prompts #roleplay meme #rp prompt #rp memes #inbox meme #*movie

[cowgurrrl]

Okay this is very random but I recently discovered a song called “Dangerous Hands” by Austin Giorgio and for some reason I imagine rockstar!Joel having actress!reader be featured in the song and the music video like soon after they get back together and the music video is like the big announcement that they’re back together and idk I just love that so much! If you enjoy the song I think that would be a super fun story, can’t wait for the proposal/wedding content for OFTM though!!

Sorry this took literally so long but the wedding content for OFTM is coming soon!! I’m writing it now but I hope you enjoy how this came out 🥸

Thank God I Found You

Pairing: rockstar!joel miller x actress!reader

Summary: this ask

Warnings: none! Just fluff :-)

"Do you know how many other actresses there are in Los Angeles?" You ask, and Joel groans from his place on the couch. Daisy runs toward him, thinking he's in trouble, and you laugh when she lands on his chest. 

"But why would I hire someone else when I could hire you?" He asks, his voice a little strained with the forty-pound pitbull on his chest, as you perch on the back of the couch to look down at him. 

"Because nobody except for our families knows we're back together." You say, petting Daisy. She leans into your hand and slumps against the cushion with an overdramatic harumph, making both of you laugh. 

It's been almost six months since you and Joel got back together, and somehow, nobody knows. You've managed to keep it under wraps with strategic NDAs, at-home date nights, and keeping each other off social media. It's been peaceful getting to reconnect without public eyes on you, and you want to keep it that way for as long as possible. However, it's been getting harder and harder to keep it a secret. It's exhausting always waiting for someone to talk to a news outlet or for one of you to slip up on social media or in an interview.

Joel planning a music video for "The Yellow Subway" has brought all those feelings to the forefront. He wants you to star in it, playing yourself, considering how the entire album is about you. He's even talked about paying you, ensuring it's union work, basically giving you any and every incentive possible to get you to do this. Still, you're hesitant. Ever since your last Shakespeare in the Park in New York, you've vowed never to work with another partner again. It's been seven years, and you know Joel would never do anything close to what your last boyfriend did, but there's still that fear.

"This could be how we tell everyone," he suggests. "Could be kinda cool." You take a deep breath and slide your hand from under Daisy's head to play with Joel's hair. He puts a hand on your hip, and his thumb kneads circles into the muscle. 

"I read the script." You admit quietly, and he raises his eyebrows.

"You did?" He asks, and you nod. "What'd ya think?"

"I thought it was familiar," you say, and he laughs. It's true. It's basically a visual retelling of your time in New York, and it wouldn't be hard to trace the timeline, lyrics, and story to you. The song is also named after the yellow Q Train you took from Hell's Kitchen back to the Upper East Side. "But I also thought it was really, really beautiful." 

"Yeah?" 

"Yeah." 

"So, what can I do to get you to do this?" He asks softly, adding a little more pressure to your hip, and you sigh. "A million dollars? A trip to Bora Bora? Sex every day for a year?" He lists, making you laugh. You occupy your mind by tucking a curl behind his ear and focusing on his touch.

"You really don't think going public will change anything between us?" You ask, and he sits up, agitating Daisy enough to make her get up and walk over to her bed. 

"Do you think it'll change anythin'?" 

"I don't know. We were public before, but that was different. It wasn't on our terms. We were literally forced to be seen out together," you shrug. "And I kinda like our little bubble. It's quiet. It's just for us. We've never had that before." You say, and he nods. You swing your legs over the edge of the couch and slide into his lap, your mind still whirring with thoughts as you straddle him. It's not that you don't want to share your love with the world. It's that the world got pieces of you before he did, and vice versa. But you also don't want to always be looking over your shoulder for sneaky paparazzi and nosy fans. If you're going to go public, you want it to be on your terms. 

"If you don't wanna do this, you don't have to. We can… keep our bubble for a little bit longer." Joel says as he kisses your cheek.

"But then you won't have an actor for your video."

"A little birdie told me there are a lot of actresses in Los Angeles lookin' for work," he teases. "I want you to feel safe and comfortable for as long as possible. If that means keepin' things quiet for a little while longer, that's fine. I just care about makin' sure you're happy." 

"How are you so perfect?" You ask, and he laughs.

"Could ask you the same thing," he deflects, locking his arms around your waist and pulling you to his chest. Daisy snores lightly from the corner of the room, but other than that, the only thing you can hear is his breathing and the ticking of his watch. Everything you see, feel, and smell is Joel. "I love you." He whispers.

"I love you, too." You whisper back as you push his too-long curls out of his face. Then, like time slowed down just for you, Joel brushes his lips against yours and kisses you. You think this is your favorite way to kiss him. So much of your early relationship was about how fast you could get through dates and obligations, and everything went by so quickly that you barely had a chance to catch your breath. Since you've been back, everything's been intentional and slow, like if things pick up too fast, too soon, this will disappear. Slow kisses, movie nights with the girls, pool days with Daisy, holding each other just because you can— all gone in the blink of an eye. You wish you could freeze those moments and replay them forever so you never forget what they looked and felt like. 

"Wait," you say, suddenly pulling away from Joel's lips. He furrows his eyebrows and pouts but doesn't say anything, so your thought doesn't run away. "I have an idea."

For the next three months, you and Joel spend time capturing those quiet, intentional moments of intimacy. He gets clips of you and the girls dancing in the kitchen to an ABBA song while cookies bake in the oven. You get clips of him strumming guitar by the fire pit in his backyard with your legs laid across his lap. At one point, Ellie even picked up the camera and got clips of you two working together to set up your Christmas tree, playing with Daisy in the backyard, and even watching the New Year's Eve fireworks from the balcony. It's a messy, complex, blurry snapshot of your lives, and it's perfect. 

A year to the day since you and Joel got back together, the music video for "The Yellow Subway" premieres as an anniversary present. It opens with Sarah's beautiful cursive handwriting announcing, "A year in the making." Then, as pieces of your shared life play, Joel sings the song he wrote when he thought he would never see you again, let alone get to hold you the way he does in many of the clips. You each post it to your Instagram with pride and only a little bit of (healthy) fear. You caption yours, "To the love of my life, thank you for being patient with me. I will always get coffee with you." Joel captions his, "You're my favorite secret. I love you, pretty girl."

Your posts blow up with comments, reposts, and likes, and the music video surpasses one million views overnight. Neither of you really cares about that. The only thing you care about is the fact that the entire world knows you're back together, and nothing has changed. You still fall asleep in his arms that night and make breakfast together in the morning. 

You're unsure what the next year of your lives will look like, but if it's anything close to you sliding Joel a cup of coffee while he cooks eggs for you and the girls, you think that's pretty damn good.

#one for the money two for the show #rockstar!joel miller x actress!reader #rockstar!joel x actress!reader #tlou au #the last of us au #joel miller au #joel miller the last of us #joel miller fluff #joel miller fic #soft joel miller #joel miller series #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x f!reader #joel the last of us #joel and sarah #joel and ellie #the last of us fic #the last of us fluff

[carrythatwayt]

I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition. (4x01)

You don't think you deserve to be saved... (4x01)

Can I tell you something if you promise not to tell another soul? (4x07)

I was getting too close to the humans in my charge. You. (4x16)

For what it's worth, I would give anything not to have you do this. (4x16)

We've been through much together you and I. (4x22)

I'm hunted, I rebelled, and I did it, all of it, for you... (5x02)

So, what, I’m Thelma and you’re Louise and we’re just going to hold hands and sail off this cliff together? (5x03)

I’ll just wait here then. (5x04)

What? I like past you. (5x04)

Don’t ever change. (5x04)

I rebelled for this?! So that you could surrender to them? I gave everything for you. (5x20)

Dean and I do share a more profound bond. (6x03)

I wish circumstances were different. Much of the time I’d rather be here. (6x10)

So I went to an old friend for help. But, watching him, I stopped. Everything he sacrificed and I was about to ask him for more. (6x20)

And the worst part was Dean, trying so hard to be loyal, with every instinct telling him otherwise. (6x20)

I’m doing this for you, Dean. I’m doing this because of you. (6x20)

I was there. Where were you? (6x20)

Dean, I do everything you ask. I always come when you call. (6x21)

Don't make me lose you too. (6x22)

I'm gonna find some way to redeem myself to you. (7x01)

You just met yourself. I've known you for years. (7x17)

Part of me always believed that you’d come back. (7x17)

I'll go with you. And I'll do my best. (7x23)

I'd rather have you, cursed or not. (7x23)

Cas, we're getting out of here. We're going home. (8x02)

I prayed to you Cas, every night. (8x02)

Let me bottom-line it for you. I'm not leaving here without you. Understand? (8x02)

I have a price on my head and I’ve been trying to stay one step ahead of them. To keep them away from you. (8x02)

Cas, buddy, I need you. (8x02)

Cas... we're gonna shove your ass back through the eye of that needle if it kills all three of us. (8x05)

...thank you, for everything. (8x07)

Cas...I got you, hold on! (8x07)

...you can't save everyone my friend, though you try. (8x07)

I don't need to feel like hell for failing you, okay? For failing you like I've failed every other godforsaken thing that I care about! I don't need it! (8x07)

I did everything I could to get you out – everything! I did not leave you. (8x07)

Yes, I am with you. (8x07)

I’ll watch over you. (8x08)

Don't get me wrong, I'm happy you're back, I'm thrilled (8x08)

I won't hurt Dean. (8x17)

Cas, fight this! This is not you! Fight it! Cas. I know you're in there. I know you can hear me. Cas… It's me. We’re family. We need you. I need you. (8x17)

Dean, I can go with you. (8x22)

Dean. I'm sorry. For everything. (8x22)

Please man I need you here (9x01)

Cas? Cas!.... Never do that again! (9x03)

Dean, you know I always appreciate our talks, our time together. (9x03)

Nobody wants him here more than I do. (9x04)

Sorry I told you to go. I know it's been hard on you, you know, on your own. Well, you're adapting. I'm proud of you. (9x06)

I came as soon as you called. (9x10)

Cas, you just gave up an entire army for one guy. (9x22)

...everyone you love, they could be long dead. Everyone except me. I’m the one who will have to watch you murder the world. So, if there’s even a small chance that we can save you, I won’t let you walk out of this room. (10x22)

Dean. I don't wanna have to hurt you. (10x22)

No, Dean. Please. (10x22)

It?" It's not an "it," Sam. It's Cas...Cas is family. (11x18)

I could go with you. (11x23)

Morning, sunshine. Some coffee? (12x03)

And Cast—Cas is my best friend. (12x11)

My shy but devastatingly handsome friend. (12x12)

I love you… I love you all. (12x12)

It's a gift, you keep those. (12x19)

And I just wanted, I needed to come back here with a win for you. (12x19)

We’ve lost everything. And now you’re gonna bring him back. Okay? You’re gonna bring back Cas... (13x01)

It’s good to have you back. (13x06)

Cas, you wanna try this angel thing, then go for it. Just don’t get dead again. (13x19)

Dean. You asked "What about this is real?" We are. (15x02)

Cas, I hope you can hear me… that wherever you are, it’s not too late. I should’ve stopped you. You’re my best friend, but I just let you go. ‘Cause it was easier than admitting I was wrong. I… I don’t know why I get so angry. I just know… I know that it’s… i-it’s just always been there. And when things go bad, it just… it comes out. And I can’t… I can’t stop it. No matter how… how bad I want to, I just can’t stop it. And… And I… I forgive you. Of course I forgive you. I’m sorry it took me so long… I’m sorry it took me till now to say it. Cas, I’m… I’m so sorry. Man, I hope you can hear me. I hope you can hear me. (15x09)

You don’t have to say it. I heard your prayer. (15x09)

What my true happiness could even look like. I never found an answer because the one thing I want... It's something I know I can't have. But I think I know... I think I know now. Happiness isn't in the having, it's in just being. It's in just saying it.

I know. I know how you see yourself, Dean. You see yourself the same way our enemies see you. You're destructive, and you're angry, and you're broken. You're "daddy's blunt instrument." And you think that hate and anger, that's... That's what drives you, that's who you are. It's not. And everyone who knows you sees it. Everything you have ever done, the good and the bad, you have done for love. You raised your little brother for love. You fought for this whole world for love. That is who you are. You're the most caring man on Earth. You are the most selfless, loving human being I will ever know. (he smiles, crying now) You know, ever since we met, ever since I pulled you out of Hell... Knowing you has changed me. Because you cared, I cared. I cared about you. I cared about Sam, I cared about Jack... I cared about the whole world because of you. You changed me, Dean.

I love you. (15x18)

Updated to include more quotes. Due to the deluge of script leaks showing edited or censored destiel dialogue, I decided it would be cathartic to collate the dialogue that did make it on the show. Data crunch: Dialogue spoken only by Cas and Dean. 65 total quotes: 34 Cas (52%), 31 Dean (48%).

#destiel quotes #otp i love you #otp profound bond #otp: i need you #dean winchester #castiel

[honeyjars-sims]

2.9 Itinerary

[Cece and Ben are cuddled up on the couch]

Cece: I really need to study, but I’m so comfy right now.

Ben: Yeah, me, too. It’s hard enough getting up the motivation to do anything for school as it is, much less when it means I have to stop snuggling with you.

Cece: Wait, do you have senioritis already? The semester just started!

Ben: I don’t think it’s that. All my classes are so boring. I really thought I wanted to work on the technical side of the music industry, but lately all that’s been on my mind is being onstage.

Cece: This is a hell of a time to come to that realization! I know what you mean, though. I’m glad I’ve gotten to work on my songwriting skills, but now that I’ve been performing more that’s all I want to do. What do you think you’ll do after graduation?

Ben: Well, there’s what I think I’ll do and what I want to do, and those are two different things.

Cece: Now I’m curious.

Ben: What I think I’ll do is stay in Del Sol Valley, try to get in with one of the record companies to do some sound engineering, and do that 5 days a week for the rest of my life. What I want to do is travel the world, perform in different cities, and snuggle with my girl on the tour bus every night.

Cece: Hmm, you’ve been bringing that up a lot.

Ben: A guy can dream, can’t he?

Cece: Well, since you’re soooo sure we’re going to have this fantastic life together, there’s something I should probably tell you.

Ben: Uh oh. Nothing good has ever followed those words.

Cece: It’s not that bad. I think. It’s just…I’m on the asexuality spectrum. And while I do find you attractive, I’m not sure that our sex life is going to be as active as you might expect.

Ben: [laughing] Are you for real?

Cece: Yeah, I am. You don’t have to laugh about it. If you’re not interested in me anymore, just say so–

Ben: No! Cecelia, I’m so sorry! I wasn’t laughing at you, I’m laughing because I’m greysexual and I’ve been too scared to tell you. An active sex life is pretty low on my list of priorities.

Cece: Wow. I feel like I shouldn’t be this happy to hear that the guy I like doesn’t want to have sex with me! How do you feel about kids?

Ben: Oh, now you’re all about the future talk. If I’m being honest, parenthood isn’t really my gig. I’m more of the uncle type.

Cece: Yeah, I don’t want kids, either. The thought of having a baby doesn’t appeal to me at all.

Johnny: What are you two talking about? Nobody in here better be having any babies any time soon.

Cece: Uh, definitely not. Ben and I were just talking about how we don’t want to have kids.

Lexie: Wow, you’re having those kinds of discussions already? 

Ben: See, Lexie, when you have such a strong and undeniable connection like Cecelia and I do, your future becomes clear as day. Yes, I can see it now…Cecelia is about to give me an exasperated look and swat me on the arm–Ow!

Cece: I barely touched you! Anyway, we’re just making sure our expectations match up. Don’t you and Johnny talk about stuff like this?

Lexie: We haven’t, no. I’m just saying, there’s no point in rushing things.

Cece: Nobody’s rushing anything, not even this doofus. There’s no harm in making sure you’re on the same page about the big stuff before you get too invested. What if Johnny really wants kids and you don’t? Wouldn’t you rather know that now instead of later?

Lexie: I don’t know, I just turned 19. I don’t even know if I want kids or marriage yet. I just want to pass my test on Thursday and plan something fun for Spring Break.

Johnny: Yeah, I’m not trying to think about any of that stuff yet, either.

Ben: Lexie’s right, the only thing we should be thinking about right now is Spring Break. I have the itch to travel. How does everyone feel about taking a few days to unwind in Granite Falls?

Cece: I’ve always wanted to go! And since we have a few weeks, that gives me plenty of time to plan. I can get started on an itinerary so we can make sure we don’t miss out on anything.

Lexie: I’ve been there a few times with my family. I can help you out with planning! There are some really great hiking trails we should check out, and you just have to see the falls. This is going to be a blast.

Johnny: I’m totally down to get away, but I’m telling you right now, I’m not following any damn itinerary. You said "unwind" and that's what I'm gonna do.

Ben: Awesome! I'm glad everyone's on board. Cecelia and I can bring our guitars and serenade each other by the campfire.

Johnny: On second thought, maybe I'll just stay home.

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#ts4 #the sims #sims 4 #ts4 story #simblr #sims story #ts4 stories #sims storytelling #simlit #stksafeharbor #sh:chapter2 #sh:cecelia #sh:cecilia #sh:ben #sh:johnny #sh:lexie #safeharborstory

[romanstheory]

Rage A Solo Sikoa One Shot

Warnings: Smut, Laughing, Roughness (lol), oral sex fem receiving

Word count:863

18+

It’s my time….. finally…… the main roster. I’ve worked what feels like my whole life for this moment, and I have tunnel vision to say the least. My intentions are dead set on getting back at Solo Sikoa. We were tag partners in NXT, and he left me in the midst of a heated rivalry… he threw me to the wolves to go be the henchmen to his meathead cousin.

Nonetheless, I knew what I was about to do and I knew it was risky stepping to anyone in the bloodline. But truthfully… I don’t give a shit. Nobody knows what’s about to happen, I can hear the bloodline cutting a promo. I nod to the sound tech to play my music and I hear the crowd pop. I storm down the ramp and into the ring, eyes locked on solo. For the first time ever a look of concern grows across his face. Jimmy, Jey, and Roman all look over to him, Paul behind them with his head resting in his palms.

I grab a mic “Surprise!” I say with a smug smile “Didn’t think you’d see me again did you?”. Solo flares his nostrils and leans his head back. Roman begins to attempt to speak but I put up a finger stopping him dead in his tracks. “What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?” I continue “oh! I know! Romans got your balls!” The crowd goes wild as solo gets enraged from embarrassment. I let out a loud cackle as Solo snatches the mic from one of his brothers “What the hell are you doing here” He growls

“I’m here for revenge” I growl back “you left me! And for what? To be the heavy for you punk ass cousin who doesn’t even really like any of you?” Roman raises an eyebrow, in shock that I said what everyone else was already thinking. Solo and I get into each others faces, ready to fight right there. “What are you gonna do?” Solo barks at me. I pull back and throw a punch at Solo, landing right on his jaw “fuck around and find out” I cackle as I leave the ring leaving the bloodline embarrassed and infuriated.

A week passed and Solo has blown my phone up. Text message after Text message, call after call all ignored. I didn’t even hear from him this much when we were a tag team. My phone rings again, it’s him and I finally decide to answer. “Meet me at catering” he says and hangs up. I smirk and make my way to catering, it’s just him there everyone else has come and gone by then. “What” I say with an eye roll. “Look I’m sorry” he says.

“Apology not accepted” I reply “Was that it?”. “That was a mean ass right” he chuckles “I deserved that”. I sit down next to him “you deserved a few”. There’s a brief pause…. Neither of us said anything but the silence was loud. “Kinda turned me on a little bit” he says finally looking me in my face. The blind could see that Solo and I had a thing for each other during our tag days, and I tried to bury them after he left but it never quite worked out completely.

“You put me in my place on national tv in front of my family” He continues “that was sexy”. My face begins getting hot, only he could do that to me. “Good… Hopefully you stay in it” I say kicking eyes with him. “Let me show you your place” He says, eyes dark with lust. “Huh?” I say. He grabs me, pulling me onto his lap, gripping my ass tight causing me to gasp. “Solo!” I say just above a whisper “we’re literally in catering someone can just walk in here!”

“You talk too much” Solo says as he pulls me into a kiss. I seemingly melt into him as our lips collided. Is this what I’ve been waiting for? What about my plan? Is he distracting me? So many questions go running through my mind as his hands run down my pants sliding my athletic shorts off. He sits me on the table “don’t be getting obsessed with me after this” he says cockily. He is pushes my legs apart, gently kissing my other lips sending a surge of lightning through my body. He gently licks around my soaked vagina causing me to exhale loudly. Suddenly I didn’t give a shit who might walk in

He begins flicking ans moving his tongue in waves around my clit, I can’t even catch my breath. He looks up at me sort of like a lion drinking water, just watching me melt further and further into him. He continues massaging my clit with his warm tongue as I feel my climax approaching quickly. “I- oh my god” I squeal loudly before squirting my juices onto Solo. He licks his lips and sits up while I collect myself and slide my shorts back on. “do you forgive me now?” He asks wiping his face. “Mmmhhh nah, good head tho” I cackle as I walk away

#solo sikoa #solo Sikoa one shot #wwe #roman reigns #the bloodline

[eventinelysplayground]

This is my second entry for @wordycheeseblob and @lorei-writes challenge Wish Upon an Aide, this is also doubling as my birthday post for Leonardo as I was so busy I forgot about it until last night. I went with the themes of serenity and life. On the eve of Leonardo returning home Mitsuki and Lumière have a late night 'chat'. As in my previous italics are used for the pets 'talking'. Pure fluff WC approx 900. Language note: Lumières gift suggestion is an affectionate joke from my mom's side of the family, it means a pretty little brand new nothing.

Birthday Surprise

The night was calm, a slightly crisp early spring breeze wafted through the windows making the curtains dance. The mansion was normally a lively enough place even at this hour but tonight was different and quiet ruled.

Mon dieu I'm bored, what is everyone doing tonight? I want to be entertained!

Pacing down the hallway he looked into the open doors in hopes of finding a distraction if nothing else. He was going to give up when he passed the parlor and his eyes caught sight of a familiar figure reclined on the sofa.

Mais bien, our compagna is still awake!

Lumière silently walked over to the sofa and looked up at Mitsuki whose head was buried in a book. He studied her in silence for a moment before pouncing onto the sofa and nudging at the corner of her book.

“Oh Lumière!”

Compagna, mmm that feels delightful.

Lumière leaned into Mitsukis touch as she pet him and scratched him behind the ears.

This isn't exactly entertaining but… I'll let it pass for now.

Lumière sat in the small space between Mitsuki and the sofa's edge and started to purr contentedly. Soon he heard her book close followed by a soft sigh, he opened an eye ever so slightly and saw her glancing from her watch to the window.

“I didn't realize it had gotten so late I really should be getting to bed but honestly I'm too excited and nervous to sleep.”

Excited I get he's coming home tomorrow after all but, pourquois nervous?

“Maybe I'm just too much in my head about it all.”

Mitsuki said nothing more for a while, her fingers also stopped their movement and Lumière looked up at her in annoyance.

Are you going to finish that thought or… also come on, back to spoiling me.

“Meow!”

Lumière pressed his head into Mitsukis hand and she looked down at him and smiled.

“Sorry, I guess I got lost in my own thoughts for a bit.”

As his attention resumed Lumière once again closed his eyes, enjoying himself.

This is serene, I always love when you pamper me. Of course I enjoy it more when I steal your attention away from him but-

“I hope Leonardo's sleeping well tonight.”

Mmmm I'm sure he's not, he doesn't do well without you. He barely ever slept properly before you came along, not like he could have found his bed even if he wanted to some days.

“Mroow.”

“Ya you're right he's probably not.”

A small laugh escaped Mitsuki and she suddenly reached out for Lumière placing him in her lap.

“Hey Lumière can you keep a secret?”

Of course I can!

Lumières tail swished back and forth in affirmation.

“I have a big surprise for Leonardo, I was going to surprise him right after he gets home tomorrow but I decided to wait the extra three days until his birthday.”

Are you sure that's wise? You're never very good at hiding anything from him and you know that.

Lumière gave Mitsuki a look and she answered him as if she could read his thoughts.

“I know I know, I've never been good at hiding things from him but I can do it this time! If I don't I'll have to think of something different to give him for his birthday and I was already having trouble coming up with something.”

You needed ideas? Un beau petit rien de neuf, that's what you get him.

“I wanted to get him something nobody else ever has before and that's really hard to find for somebody who's been alive as long as Leonardo has but...”

You already gave him back his heart, and you give him a haven of serenity every day. I think that's enough to last a lifetime, even an eternal one.

“Then this came along at just the right time.”

Lumières eyes followed Mitsuki's hands as they came to rest on her lower stomach.

Is that why you've been acting differently lately? It's a very subtle change and I assumed it was just because you were missing him but it appears I assumed wrong. Well now, guess I can take back what I said about him having serenity everyday.

“You're the only other one who knows right now.”

I'm flattered.

Lumière sat purring in Mitsukis lap for a short while and he could feel her hands trembling as she stroked him.

Compagna, there's no need for you to be so anxious.

Lumière purred louder and stronger in Mitsukis lap hoping to help calm her nerves.

“I keep trying to picture how he's going to react when I tell him.”

Well let's see…. He'll be speechless, that's for certain. That will be a fun sight, but he'll be happy once he gets over the shock.

Lumière watched as a soft smile lit up Mitsukis face.

This wasn't quite the entertainment I had been looking for tonight but, hehe the stunned look on his face when you tell him will be worth the wait. Oh this is going to be fun!

“What do you think, Lumière? Do you think Leonardo will like his present, even though he’ll have to wait a while to actually see it?"

What do I think? Well, other than c'est tres merveilleux… I think that you better not leave naming it up to Leonardo unless you want it to be called Bambino for the first two years.

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikevamp fanfic #ikevamp leonardo #ikemen vampire leonardo #wishuponanaidecc #ikevamp mitsuki #starlitmanornetwork

[thatgordongirl]

My BBC Ghosts Fanfics  

Oneshot Collections -

Easter Oneshots 

Christmas Oneshots 

Spooktober Oneshots 

WIPs - 

Never Anything Quite So Special (3/4)- Fanny’s son returns to Button House as a ghost 

If I Lived There (2/8) - Pat and Julian survive and meet as living people

This Whole Time - Captain has a flask on him, cue boys night 

A Rainbow (6/8)- The ghosts as the colours of Kitty’s rainbow

Everybody Talks (1/4) - Captain starts to see Julian in a different light, leading to conflicting feelings

Patcap - 

You Matter To Me - Captain has an existential crisis, Pat tries to make him feel better 

Loverman (Oh Where Can You Be?) - Captain builds up the courage to tell Pat how he feels

1944-Lieutenant Butcher - Pat goes back in time to 1944, being assigned to the Captain

Paper Butterflies - Alison introduces the group to a therapy technique 

Capulian - 

Thank You For Being A Friend - Julian is gloomy on his death day, Captain sympathises 

Keep Me Safe - Julian helps Captain cope with PTSD

Couldn’t Escape If I Wanted To - Alison had another party, so Julian distracts Captain

You Are The Best Thing That’s Ever Been Mine - Captain and Julian have an emotional affair 

Things I Would (Could) Never Do - Captain meets an alive Julian Fawcett, he’s not impressed

I Get A Little Bit Genghis Khan - Julian and Cap get into an interesting routine

Indulgence - Captain & Julian and Captain & Pat

War Poetry - 

Alone Again - Captain comforts Thomas during a difficult time 

Our Little Secret - Thomas is more observant than the others know 

No Man Left Unconcealed - The ghosts decide to play hide and seek, Thomas and Captain end up stuck together

De-Cap-itation

The Perfect View - Humphrey and Cap meet up for the night guard

Multiple ships/No pairings/One off pairings - 

Hopelessly Devoted To You - Thomas/Isabelle, Humphrey/Sophie, Julian/Margot, Pat/Carol and Captain/Havers 

Captain x Multiple -

Ghostly Support - Pat/Captain, Thomas/Captain, Captain/Julian, Humphrey/Captain and Robin/Captain

Thomas-centric -

What Writing Can Do - Thomas reflects on the importance of his profession 

Reader Insert -

Families Aren’t Always Blood - Teen reader insert can see the ghosts

Pat/Carol -

Love Is Like - Pat/Carol

Theodore-centric -

When Soft Voices Die - Captain’s great nephew decides to learn more about his heritage

Multiple -

In Case You Don’t Last Forever - Daley & Pat, Pat/Captain, Captain/Havers, Julian/Robin, Isabelle/Thomas

It Was Funny - Captain & Fanny & Robin & Humphrey

Fanny & Stephen Button centric - 

She Used To Be Mine - Fanny teaches Alison how to dance 

Rachel & Margot Fawcett centric - 

We Go To The Stars - Rachel and Alison have a talk on the roof 

I’m Sorry For Your Loss - Margot and her relationship with death

In Nature Nothing Exists Alone - Rachel relates to plants more than people 

Informality Of Family - Cap’s great nephew Theodore and Rachel Fawcett meet

The Joker And The Queen - Theodore gets shot and Rachel goes to comfort him

Nobody Else (But You) - Some good Rachel and Theo bonding

Forget - Rachel and Daley have a midnight conversation

New Year’s Kisses - Pat/Captain, Pat/Julian, Julian/Margot and Daley & Rachel

Exceptions - Rachel doesn’t like most people

#bbc ghosts fics #bbc ghosts

[astars-things]

quinns been busy and the reader has moved away from all her friends and family to be with him, and now she feels kicked to the curb, and she breaks down to like Luke or Ellen, because they go to the summer house and he's still ignoring her, and they give quinn a good talk

Pairing Quinn Hughes x reader

I sat there, tears streaming down my face, feeling completely kicked to the curb. I had left behind my friends and family, everything I knew, to be with Quinn. I thought our love was strong enough to withstand anything, even his demanding career in the NHL. But lately, it seemed like I was invisible to him.

It had all started when Quinn's schedule became busier than ever. The demands of the sport consumed his every waking moment, leaving little time for anything else. And I understood that, I really did. But I couldn't help feeling neglected, abandoned even.

I had tried to talk to Quinn about it. I would pour my heart out, explaining how lonely and isolated I felt in this new city without the support system I once had. But every time, my words seemed to fall on deaf ears. He would nod absentmindedly, offering a few comforting words, but his attention was always elsewhere. I was desperate for a connection, for him to truly understand the depth of my emotions.

That day, as my tears flowed uncontrollably, I found solace in Luke, Quinn's younger brother. He had always been perceptive and empathetic, and he had grown close to me over the years. Sensing my distress, he gently placed a hand on my shoulder, comforting me with his presence.

"Hey, it's gonna be okay," Luke reassured me, his voice filled with compassion. "Let's go to the summer house. Maybe some time away from all this chaos will help both of you."

With Luke's support, we arrived at the summer lake house, where Ellen, Quinn's mom, welcomed us with open arms. She had always been a pillar of strength for the family, and I felt an immediate sense of comfort in her presence. Ellen could see the pain in my eyes, the desperation for Quinn's attention.

Ellen pulled Quinn somewhere nobody else was

"Quinn, what the hell are you doing? Can't you see how much you're hurting her?" Ellen's voice pierced through the room, filled with disappointment and concern.

Quinn's face was a mix of surprise and realization. After Ellen had made Quinn open his eyes he saw me truly seeing the pain I had been carrying all this time. It was as if a veil had been lifted from his eyes, and he finally understood his neglect's impact on our relationship.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered, his voice filled with genuine remorse. "I never meant to make you feel this way. The NHL has been consuming me, but I shouldn't have let it consume us. You're my priority, and I've been failing you."

Tears welled up in Quinn's eyes, mirroring the ones that had stained my cheeks. In that moment, I saw the love and devotion that had initially brought us together. And with Ellen's stern yet loving guidance, he found the courage to express his remorse and apologize.

We spent hours talking, pouring out our fears and frustrations, acknowledging the mistakes we had made. Quinn promised to make a conscious effort to balance his career and our relationship, to never let me feel neglected again. It was a turning point, a chance for us to rebuild what had been crumbling.

Taglist~ @cole-mcward48 @stopsign94 @swissboyhisch @hughesmoyle

#send in requests #imagines #quinn hughes #luke hughes #teddybear🧸

[kittyclawz89]

if i could dance with you again - Poe Dameron x GN!Reader

WORD COUNT: 1905

WARNINGS:

no use of y/n, allusions to sm*t but not actual sm*t, kissing, pretty angsty, a copious amount of taylor swift lyrics, first time writing a fic so hopefully i’ll get better lolol

thank you for reading! <3 <3 <3

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i, i loved you in secret

Any fool on base would be able to tell you about the reputation of Poe Dameron. How he was known as a ‘womaniser’, and a ‘manwhore’.

But that wasn’t your Poe.

Your Poe was the one who held back your hair when you needed to chuck up after drinking way too much spotchka. Your Poe was the one who stayed up all night in the comms centre when your missions went slightly off plan. Your Poe was someone who cared more than anybody else.

Your Poe, above all else, was the man you loved. You admired him so greatly. His skill as a pilot, his way with people, his respect for the general… He was perfect.

Yet nobody could know. He made that abundantly clear to you immediately after you got together. It would cost him his position as commander to be in a relationship with his Lieutenant Commander without asking or telling the general first. You had to ‘work together, not sleep together’ (Leia’s exact words).

you said there was nothing in the world that could stop it, i had a bad feeling

Your first argument happened when he had returned from a mission and you ran into his arms on the hangar. He hugged you back, sure. But not a loving, warm, Poe hug. It was just friendly.

“Are you embarrassed to be with me? Is that it? Is that why this has to be-“ you cried.

Poe cut you off halfway through your sentence, “No, no baby. That isn’t the case. Please don’t say that, and don’t think it for a single second. There is nothing in the galaxy that could make me feel that way about you.”

He pulled you in, only now this hug was in the privacy of his quarters. He kissed you and laid you down on his bed, seemingly to prove this to you.

people started talking, putting us through our paces

That dreaded day in the mess hall was one you would never be able to forget. People’s stares lingered much too long on you as you ate. Whispers of your name hissed in your ear viciously tearing you apart.

And then you saw him. You straightened your posture and smiled at him, thinking he would come over like he always did, the rest of your squadron - Black Squadron - walking or traipsing along behind him. But he just nodded, a nod so brief that you couldn’t tell if you had actually witnessed anything, and sat on a separate table.

Your wrinkled your brows and curled you lip in confusion, before picking up your food tray and walking over to your squadron. Before you could sit, Poe was saying your name quietly behind you.

“Wh- How’d you get there?” You chuckled, trying to hide the nerve in your voice.

It didn’t work.

Poe pulled you outside of the mess hall inconspicuously.

“People know. About us.”

Your heart dropped. You felt ill. Not at the fact your relationship had been discovered, but at Poe’s audible and visible upset at this.

“Oh. Oh, okay, I- uhm, well do-“

He cut you off.

“This was not supposed to happen. If the general finds out we are both screwed. I’m sorry. I can’t risk it. This job, this work- this is my everything. My family legacy. My entire reputation, I- I can’t. We can’t keep doing this. We have to end it.”

if i could dance with you again…

It had been over two years since the relationship with Poe ended. Your reputation had only grown up, up, up recently. You were still Lieutenant Commander, but your interactions with Poe were scarce. You avoided him unless absolutely necessary, and you must have only spoken to him once every couple months. These interactions only ever took place in meetings with the other higher ranking members of the resistance, with the exception of talking in squadron conversations over comms.

Life was good.

It could’ve been better, sure, but you knew that a breakup with a man like Poe could have done you much worse.

You weren’t over, over him. But you didn’t feel the heartache killing you slowly anymore.

So yeah, sure, it could’ve been better. But everyone says that about their life when fighting a war.

if i could dance with you again, i’d kiss you as the lights went out, swaying as the room burned down, i’d hold you as the water rushes in…

You heard a knock on the door to your quarters. It startled you slightly, but you got up to open it anyway. You were wearing green fatigues and a black thermal top; it was downtime on base and you felt no need to wear uniform.

You pressed the button on the side to open the door, and as the two halves opened up, you seemed to freeze in time.

Poe stood on the other side of the door, the light from your room casting a light on his face which created shadows that highlighted his best features. Your bottom lip involuntarily pushed forward, your brows dropping in unison.

“Commander Dameron?” you said, clearing your throat and resetting your face to look nonchalantly back at him. “Can I… do you need something?”

“Are you free?” he spoke. You hadn’t heard that pleading, soft tone for what felt like eons.

“Uhm, I- uh, well I- now?” you stuttered.

“Yeah- actually, don’t worry. Sorry for bothering you. Have a nice evening, Lieutenant Commander.”

“Wait! No, stop!” you called after him as he walked down the corridor, heading back to his room. “I, yes, I am free. Sorry, Commander. Just- just give me a second to grab my jacket.”

You grabbed the blue jacket that you’d been wearing for years; it was comfortable, what’s a girl gonna do?

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He lead you to the top of a hill on the D’Qar base. The sun was just setting over the trees, and you couldn’t help but stare at the picturesque scene.

“You coming or what, Lieutenant?” Poe laughed. You shot daggers with your eyes when you looked back at him. You caught him up, and eventually sat down with him at the top of the hill.

“So?”

“So what?” Poe said, genuinely confused. Classic Poe.

“Why am I here?” you asked.

“Do you ever think about it anymore?”

You paused. Frozen in time, like you had been outside the mess hall a couple years ago.

“I, uh, well…” you began. You just couldn’t quite find the words; you’d practiced this exact interaction so many times in your mirror, yet you couldn’t get past the first bit yet…

“Take your time, it’s okay.” Poe reassured you with a soft, gentle smile. Maker, you’d missed that smile when it was meant just for you…

“Okay. Well, yeah, I do. But it wouldn’t have… I don’t think we were meant to be together at that time. I mean, we had only just become joint in command. It was tough. You cared about your rank so much Poe.” you could feel your throat tightening. The way it did when you were about to start crying. You took a breath, and started again. “I understand that it was important, but I… I loved you Poe. I was so naïve. I’m an ace pilot. I’m smart, I’ve always been smart. People liked me. But I was willing to be undermined and hidden away by you. Because I was… I was foolish. I thought that’s what love was. And when you left me, not to sound evil, but it was so kriffing careless. You just… you didn’t even want to try to make it work. You told me nothing in the galaxy would stop it… I…” a tear fell down you cheek, and you turned to finally face him.

“Loved me?”

“Well, yeah. I guess we were kind of… I don’t know how to say it and make you understand, but we were dancing with our hands tied, Poe.” you finally said his name to his face for the first time since your split. “I thought we were in it together. I felt so strongly about you and you… you just…” you were fully crying now. You suddenly became painfully self aware, and wiped your tears with your sleeve, taking a deep breath.

When you looked back at him, he looked so… stressed. The face he pulls when something goes wrong on a mission. He mouths your name, unable to speak it through the strain of his voice - he’s on the verge of tears like you were.

“I had no idea that you even… that you cared anymore. You walk around like nothing happened, you avoid me so well, you steered conversations away from us… I thought you were over me.”

You lifted your head.

“Don’t you ever still feel any love for what we were?” he asks, his voice cracking in the middle like the way your heart broke that day.

“Of course I do. But you don’t, and i had to make myself aware of that. That was the most painful part of this all, Poe.”

He was crying now.

You stood up to walk back to base, secretly praying it wasn’t over yet. He called your name and you turned to see him.

“Wait! Just… wait! Please.”

“I’m always waiting.” you said cockily, acting like your heart wasn’t thumping in your chest.

He walked over to you and took your hand in his, cupping you face with his other calloused hand.

You leant in to kiss him, and he complied. His lips and stubble still felt the same against your skin, gently dancing with your soft lips as the kiss deepened. He broke the kiss after a while, and pulled back. His glossy eyes caught the last light of the sunset.

“I still love you.” Poe whispered.

“Poe…”

“No. Please… Please.” his voice shook woth sadness as he pleaded you. “Just… just don’t say it yet.”

“No, Poe. I still love you too. I love you in the way that when I’m flying and I’m in an emergency speaking to comms, I tell them to give you my love. I love you in the way that I keep everything you ever gave me. I love you in the way that drives me crazy and immobilises me. I love you in the way that you’re my last dream before I wake up, and when I go to stretch my arm over your chest and you aren’t there, I weep. But I have spent the last two years of my life, Poe Dameron, getting over you. Getting back under you won’t help.”

Poe’s tears began dropping onto his shirt. Finally, he replied, “So what can I do to prove myself to you?”

He spoke in a whisper. He needed humbling after breaking your heart like such a fool.

“First of all, you can speak to me like you always did. Second, you’re not using sex to apologise, like I’ve heard you have from other women. Third of all? You can just love me. Let me shine. Respect me. Respect my craft. Respect me in the way you respect the rest of black squadron. I’m black-two, Poe. Start realising it. Fourth, and finally, we’re telling Leia. Immediately. We’ll tell her this. And then we can be together. How does that sound, Dameron?”

“You ready to dance with me again?” he said with a smirk.

#star wars #poe dameron #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron x you #poe dameron fanfiction #oscar isaac fic #star wars sequel trilogy #poe dameron x female reader #based on a taylor swift song #poe dameron taylor swift

[alyswritings]

Sister or Daughter

Request: omg hear me out. I had an idea for another Bridgerton fic. it is still Anthony's daughter but with a twist. what if to avoid a scandal the family decided to tell the people that the baby was violets and Edmunds? (maybe he died a lil later?) and she grows up thinking it as well, basically violet adopts the baby, and she is raised as Anthony's sister but he is like incredibly protective of her, more than his other sisters ofc and a lot more gentle. anyways the only ones who know the truth are the bridgerton sibling except Francesca, hyacinth, and Gregory cause I feel like they were too young at the time and could have been fooled. anyways what if the truth comes to light? maybe not to the public but to yn? what if a sibling in a fit of rage says something about it to use it against Anthony and then that's how they find out and its just chaos?

Anthony Bridgerton x daughter!reader

Summary: Y/N finds out her life has been a lie.

Warnings: lying, i don't really know what to put, but it's angsty lol

a/n: thank you for the request!! sorry it took like forever to get out! hope you all enjoy!

(gif not mine)

Anthony paces outside of the drawing room nervously. He knows he has to tell his parents about the pregnancy, but his mind is going through all of the worst case scenarios. He's not sure his hands have ever been this sweaty. And it's hard to breathe.

"Anthony? Son, are you all right?" He turns to find his father in the entry of the drawing room.

"Yes. Uh, ye-- yes, father. I must talk to you and mother about something." Anthony says, putting his hands behind his back, fiddling with his fingers.

"Of course. Come in." Edmund encourages. Anthony walks in, Edmund close behind him. Edmund joins his wife on the couch, both looking at Anthony expectantly. Benedict, Daphen, Eloise, and Colin are on the other side of the room, Benedict drawing, Daphne doing embroidery, and Colin and Eloise are reading books.

"What is it, dear?" Violet sweetly asks.

"Um... well, I... uh..." Anthony takes a deep breath. "I was having relations with a woman and she is now with child." He quickly states.

Anthony's siblings all seem to choke on air at the news, staring at the eldest Bridgerton sibling with wide eyes.

"What?" Edmund asks, not certain if he actually understood his eldest.

"I... a woman is with child. My child." Anthony says. His voice shakes slightly as his nerves have rised even more.

"Oh, dear." Violet whispers, putting a hand to her head.

"Are you certain?" Edmund asks.

"Yes." Anthony nods.

"We, uh... we should go." Benedict mumbles to Colin.

"We should." Colin whispers, nodding. Yet neither of them move.

"All right, well... do you plan to be in its life?" Edmund asks. "As the father, I believe you shall be, but it is your decision."

"I... more than likely, yes." Anthony answers. He's not fully sure if he's ready to be a father and he doesn't even know how he feels about the whole situation yet, but if the child needs anything, he would be there.

"What about our reputation? This could destroy everything. The children may never marry." Violet stresses.

"We do need to figure out how to avoid a scandal. If possible." Edmund agrees.

"I understand." Anthony says.

"We could say the baby is ours. Our ninth child. That's believable. Then Anthony can be around them and... and perhaps the mother." Violet says.

"Nobody outside of this room is to know. Aside from some of the help since it will be obvious your mother isn't pregnant." Edmund says.

"We'll tell everybody I'm bedridden. The last pregnancy with Hyacinth was hard enough, it's a believable story." Violet says.

"Your other siblings cannot know. Not Francesca, Gregory, or Hyacinth. No friends, no neighbors, nobody." Edmund declares.

"I understand." Anthony nods once.

- - -

During the pregnancy with Anthony's child, the mother had moved in with the Bridgertons. But as far as the ton knew, she had left town. She never left the Bridgerton house, often alone in her temporary bedroom. After the baby was born, she was going to actually leave town.

Violet stayed in the house and the family often went to Aubrey Hall for visits so that Violet and Elizabeth, the mother of Anthony's child, could actually get fresh air. And so they were around less prying eyes.

But during one of those visits, Edmund had died of a bee sting. It sent the family down a spiral, Violet going into a depression. Anthony had to step up and take care of his siblings in the wake of his father's death, pushing his own grief aside for them.

He was handed all of the responsibilities, everything coming at him full force.

But after nine secretive, stressful, terrible nine months, the baby was finally born.

The labor took a few hours and only some of the maids were in the room with Elizabeth. After the baby was born, a maid came out of the room to where Anthony was waiting in the hallway.

Anthony looks up at the door opening, seeing the nurse walk out, a small bundle of blankets in hand.

"Here she is." The nurse softly announces, gently patting the baby's back to keep her calm.

"She? It's a girl?" Anthony asks.

"Yes, my lord." The nurse nods, a soft smile on her face. "Would you like to hold her?"

Anthony hesitates, but after a moment he nods. The nurse carefully transports the baby into Anthony's arm, the man easily finding a comfortable position to hold her in. He knows full well how to hold a baby, having many younger siblings.

Once she's in his arms, Anthony feels an overwhelming sense of love and protection come over him. Tears spring to his eyes, but he holds them back not wanting to cry in front of the maid.

"I'm sure your mother wouldn't mind you naming her." The nurse says.

"I'd have to check. Since she's a, uh... a sibling... she'd have to start with an I." Anthony says.

"I know she isn't supposed to be your child. But you should be able to name her, at the very least. I or no I. Miss Elizabeth didn't have any suggestions." The nurse states, a caring smile on her face.

"Could I be alone with her, please? The baby?" Anthony asks.

"Of course." The nurse nods before retreating back into the bedroom.

Anthony takes a deep breath, looking down at his daughter. Well, as far as most other people are concerned, his sister.

"Hello, darling." Anthony quietly greets, slowly walking to the bench in the hall. He's scared if he moves too quickly he'll drop her. Or that she'll break. "I'm sorry this is a... unique situation." He says, sitting down. He holds the baby close to him.

"Perhaps one day when you're older you'll understand. Or this will all go terribly and the family may fall apart. God, I don't know what I'm doing." Anthony mumbles to himself.

He stares down at the baby who has her eyes peacefully shut. Anthony strokes her tiny hand with his pointer finger, only stopping when the baby wraps her hand around his finger lightly.

Anthony softly smiles, looking back to her face and finding her eyes now open, matching dark brown eyes staring up into his.

"You're so beautiful, my darling." Anthony whispers. He feels the tears spring back up, a sad but loving smile on his face. "I already love you so much."

Before he can help it, a tear falls out of Anthony's eye, dropping right onto the baby's cheek. The baby starts to whine and Anthony quickly brushes the tear away.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, dear. My bad." Anthony mutters, making sure her face is completely dry. A few moments later, Y/N is calm again. "I suppose you need a name."

After thinking for a few moments, Anthony constantly rubbing his hand over the baby's head or stomach or hand or cheek, he finally comes up with something.

"How about Y/N? You like Y/N?" He asks her, earning a small babble in return. "Yes. I think it's good. Y/N Bridgerton it is, then."

Anthony places the softest kiss to her forehead, knowing he's going to do anything to make sure that she grows up happy and loved. Rather she knows she's his child or not.

- - -

The first few years of Y/N's life were a little hard for the Bridgertons. At least for Violet and Anthony. Anthony found it heartbreaking that he had to simply just watch as his daughter was raised, calling him by his name and Violet by 'mama'. He wishes he could be called 'papa' by her, but knows he can't.

Benedict spends a lot of time trying to get Anthony's mind off of the child, but even after multiple glasses of alcohol, she's still all Anthony can think about. How she can't be his and how they're lying to her every day.

He hates that most of the family is lying to her, not able to tell her the truth. No, she probably wouldn't understand it at her young age, but he still hates that they know and are not able to change anything.

Despite pretending to not be her father, Anthony couldn't help but to treat her differently from his sisters. He's more protective and fusses over her much more when she gets a scrape on the knee than if any of his sisters were to get one.

Anthony lets Y/N steal his food all the time and gives her pieces of food. Something he has never done with his sisters, unless they were upset and he was trying to cheer them up.

He does whatever Y/N asks him to.

"Why does Anthony favor Y/N?" Hyacinth once asked her two oldest sisters.

"He doesn't favor her. They simply just have a... a closer bond." Daphne tells her.

"But they're so far apart in age." Hyacinth says.

"Well, so are us and you. We get along, don't we?" Daphne asks.

"Yes. But you two don't fuss over me like he does with her. He doesn't fuss over anybody else like that but Y/N." Hyacinth says.

"Well, he had to raise her since she was born since she was born at a... a difficult time." Eloise says. "He probably just feels obligated to look after her more. He's practically her father." She says, earning an elbow to the ribs from Daphne.

"I think papa would've loved her." Hyacinth says.

"I think so, too." Daphne softly smiles at her youngest sibling who runs off to play with Gregory. Daphne turns to Eloise, a stern look on her face. ""Practically her father"? Are you mental?"

"What? He is." Eloise says.

"Yes, but nobody can know that." Daphne hisses.

"Why must we lie?" Eloise asks.

"Because of our reputation. You know having a child when not married is unacceptable." Daphne says.

"If he loved her enough, he would not care about that." Eloise says.

"You know he loves her. It was a difficult decision." Daphne says.

"It was barely his decision. Mother and father came up with it all on their own. They gave him no say." Eloise says.

"I suppose that's true. But we were sworn to secrecy and we are keeping the secret. If Anthony or mama ever decide to tell the world, or even just the others, then that's okay. But we are not going to be the ones to say anything."

"All right, all right."

- - -

"Now, what story would you like?" Anthony questions Y/N. The five year old is tucked into bed and every night Anthony reads her a story before she goes to sleep.

"Make one up." Y/N grins.

"Make one up?" Anthony repeats, Y/N nodding, a small grin on her face. "Oh, my. All right, give me a few moments."

Anthony sits on the bed, resting against the soft headboard. He puts his hand on Y/N's head, going through her hair and gently massaging her scalp. "Okay..." Anthony starts before beginning the story he was able to come up, adding things as he goes.

By the end, Anthony looks down, finding Y/N sound asleep. Anthony softly smiles, brushing some hair out of her face. He gets off the bed and leans down, kissing her forehead gently.

"Goodnight, my love." Anthony whispers.

- - -

Anthony and Daphne are arguing, against each other due to the whole Duke of Hastings relation that seems to be going on between Daphne and him.

Neither siblings notices the five year old standing outside the drawing room. Y/N had a nightmare and wanted to find one of her family members for comfort, but was distracted by the yelling between the oldest Bridgerton boy and girl.

"If anybody were to find out about you two in the garden, it would ruin this family's reputation!" Anthony shouts.

"Oh, you are one to talk!" Daphne sarcastically laughs. "If anybody were to ruin it, it would be you! You are the one to have a child out of wedlock!"

"I know what I did!" Anthony bellows. "I know what happened! And I have to live with it every day. But nobody knows about that."

"Well, they should! You choose to lie to your daughter every day of her life instead of telling her the truth! She should be able to know!"

"She's five! How would she understand?"

"She would eventually! Y/N deserves to know that you are her father and not her brother. You lie every day and we have to lie, too, and it is tiring!"

"What, you think I enjoy lying to her? You think I don't want to be the one she immediately runs to when getting hurt or-or you think I don't want to be called 'papa' instead of Anthony? But--"

"But it would ruin our reputation, yes, I know. But is that really more important than your daughter knowing the truth?"

"I'm your daughter?"

Both siblings turn to find a teary eyed Y/N in the doorway of the room. Anthony feels his heart drop and his eyes widen. Even if she were to ever find out, it should not have been this way.

Daphne's heart breaks at the sad look in her niece's eyes. She knows Y/N shouldn't have found out about her true relation to the family this way and she feels awful that she's the one who accidentally informed her.

"Y/N--" Anthony starts, beginning to go over to her, but the young girl dashes out of the room, running as quickly as she can to get away.

Anthony lets out a deep sigh, rubbing his hands over his face and through his hair.

"I'm sorry, Anthony. I-- I didn't know she was there. I wouldn't want her to find out this way." Daphne says.

"No, it... you were right. She should know. I know that. I'm the one who let the lies start in the first place. I should've told mother and father that I wanted to keep her. Actually keep her... as mine. But I went along with their plan."

"You should go talk to her." Daphne says.

"If she'll let me." Anthony scoffs. "God, what have I done?" He mutters to himself.

Anthony makes his way out of the room, going to Y/N's room. He walks in, finding Y/N, his mother, and the rest of his siblings there. They had all heard Y/N sobbing and rushed in.

Y/N managed to explain what she had heard. Violet was instantly bombarded with questions from her three youngest. The three who knew all exchanged glances, worried about what was to come, but also relieved the secret was finally out.

"Let's go, children." Violet urges.

"Will you explain everything then?" Hyacinth questions.

"Not tonight. Go back to bed." Violet orders her three youngest. She gains complaints from them, but still sends them to bed. After the three are gone, Violet shuts the door after them.

"Anthony, what happened?" Violet strictly asks.

"Daphne and I got into a fight. The truth about Y/N came out." Anthony briefly explains.

"All of you knew?" Y/N asks, looking between her siblings and mother. Well... she guesses they're her aunt, uncles, father, and grandmother. They all have guilty looks, giving the girl her answer.

"Y/N, darling..." Anthony tries.

"No! Get out!" Y/N yells. "I don't want to see any of you!"

"Y/N--"

"You've been lying! Leave!"

"Let's go." Benedict ushers his two younger siblings out.

Y/N lays on her side, her back facing the two remaining Bridgertons as she starts to cry. Her sobs break Anthony's heart, the man only wanting to scoop her into his arms and hold her tightly.

"Come along, Anthony." Violet quietly encourages. "She isn't going to talk right now."

"I'm sorry, dearest. I never wanted to lie to you. I hope one day you can forgive me." Anthony tells Y/N. He leaves the room, beelining for his office, his eyes stinging as he forces his tears to stay in.

Anthony slams the office door shut behind him, pacing the room. He slumps into his chair, burying his face in his hands. Tears stream down his face, a sob managing to escape him here and there.

Anthony pours a glass of whiskey, downing it immediately. He repeats the process, ignoring the tears.

- - -

Anthony lets out a small groan as he wakes up. His eyes squint, blinded by the sun filtering into the room. He lifts his head up, realizing he's still at his desk in his office. An empty glass is next to him, the almost empty bottle of whiskey not far away either.

Anthony groans, holding his head, grimacing at the pain.

"Oh, God." Anthony grumbles. He remembers last night's events and his heart cracks more. He doesn't know how Y/N is going to react to everything or how it's going to be different now.

Anthony sighs, knowing he has to get up, so he reluctantly leaves the office. Anthony changes into fresh clothes before going to the drawing room where he finds his entire family.

"Morning, dear." Violet greets.

"Morning." Anthony quietly says. He looks to where Y/N is sitting on one of the sofas next to Francesca, the older girl reading to her. "Morning, Y/N."

The girl doesn't pay him any attention, keeping her focus on the book Francesca has.

"She, um... she isn't talking to anybody but the youngest three." Daphne informs.

"Don't blame her. We have been lying to her face for five years." Benedict murmurs, earning smacks from his mother and older brother. "Ow."

"Y/N, may I talk to you?" Anthony asks. She still doesn't acknowledge him.

"How long do you think this will go on for?" Colin asks.

"I'd personally never talk to you lot again if you lied to me about my family." Eloise comments.

"Shut it." Daphne quietly hisses.

- - -

Two weeks later, Y/N is still pretty good at giving most of her family the cold shoulder. She'll speak to them if she absolutely has to, but it's only short answers.

The young girl is currently sitting on the swings, staring at the ground as she lightly pushes her feet, not having much enthusiasm to actually swing.

She hears a throat clear and looks up to see Anthony standing near her.

"Hi." He greets. She doesn't respond, just looking back down at the ground. "Mind if I join you?" He asks. Y/N doesn't answer.

Anthony goes to the other swing and sits down. He lightly pushes the swing back and forth, much like Y/N is doing.

"Listen, love." Anthony starts, fiddling with his hands nervously. "I am deeply... deeply sorry for us making you think you were our sibling. We should not have lied to you about how you fit into the family. It was wrong."

"Why did you do it then?" Y/N quietly asks.

"We... we had an image to uphold. And none of us really wanted to break it. We would be... our family would've been looked down on. Having a child without being married is... is wrong."

"And that's what you did?" Y/N asks.

"Yes." Anthony nods.

"So I'm a mistake?" She asks, finally looking over at him. Her eyes are glossy which breaks Anthony's heart.

"No. No, darling, not at all." Anthony states. He gets off his swing and kneels in front of her. "You are not at all a mistake. You are... you are the greatest thing to ever happen to me. And I should not have agreed to keeping the fact that you're my daughter a secret. I shouldn't have let it go this far."

"And I am still deeply sorry for that and I will forever be sorry for it. I intended to tell you one day. I did not want you to fight out the way you did. You should've been able to find out in a calmer setting."

"So are we gonna keep pretending I'm not yours?" Y/N asks.

"No. No. I've had a lot of time to think these past two weeks... and I am more than ready to reveal the truth. Keeping you hidden is not the correct thing to do and it never was. From now on, I promise to not lie to you about anything."

"You are my daughter and you always will be."

"It's going to take some time to get used to that." Y/N informs.

"I know. However long it takes, I will be there and you can get comfortable with everything at your own pace." Anthony says. "But you need to know I love you. More than anything."

"I love you, too... papa." Y/N says, making a face at the name. "It's still slightly weird." She says making Anthony lightly chuckle. "But not that weird. You are the only papa I've known anyway."

Anthony softly smiles. He leans forward and kisses her on the forehead.

He knows it would take a while for Y/N to fully accept the truth and get used to it, but he was willing to wait and provide her with unconditional love no matter what.

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#anthony bridgerton #anthony bridgerton x daughter reader #anthony bridgerton x daughter!reader #bridgerton #violet bridgerton #daphne bridgerton #eloise bridgerton #benedict bridgerton #colin bridgerton

[nykie-love-anime]

Day 6 ~ Adopting A Pet

You and Steve decided it is about time you extend your family with a fur baby. Deciding to adopt a golden retriever puppy you could not be happier.

“Come on Steve, can we please get a puppy.” You looked at your husband. Sitting next to him on the bed leaning your head against his shoulder to give him the puppy dog eyes. “Look,” he sighed. “Tony is not going to be happy that we brought a dog into his tower. No matter what he says it is still his tower.” He shake his head as you look up at him with a sad smile. ‘Well if he wants to play that card I will just play the sad daughter card.’ You thought shaking your head to look at your husband. “Look once everything in our house is done maybe we can get then a dog or two.” He smiled but turned his head back towards the tv playing some old war movie.

“But that is still five months away.” You whined out like a little kid not getting their way. “Then we have to pack and unpack and you know what a mission that will be. Then you go back to working with the Avengers and I will be all alone in that big house with nothing to do, with no company to keep me busy and out of trouble, nobody to protect me when my husband is away fighting aliens.” You let out a sigh laying on your side facing away from Steve and a sneaky grin appeared on your face as he laid behind you.

Knowing that you are getting to the man. You cuddle into him feeling his warmth on your back. “Fine we can adopt a puppy. But we have to go to an adoption shelter, I don’t trust these breeders. And I know we can find a perfect addition to our growing family.” He smiled into your neck and you let out a giggle. “That’s good I was already searching last night and this morning. And I found the most adorable little golden retriever puppy.” You grinned turning around to face the man you love.

“I still can’t believe you talked me into this your dad is going to kill me.” Steve whined as you guys parked the car stepping out quickly you can only grin up at him. “Well he has to go through me first and you know when I am happy he will be happy and mom will smack him if I decides to do anything.” You laughed at the look on his face. “Mrs Rogers you are going to be the death of me.” He grinned pulling you towards the entrance.

“Good morning.” You greeted the young boy standing by the door and he just smiled and gawked at Steve before exiting the building. “Hi how can we help you.” The reception lady smiled up at you. “Sorry about my boy he gets super quiet when he is excited but just know he loves your work mister Rogers.” Then she turned to Steve with a small smile. “Thank you ma’am.” He grinned showing his teeth. “Please let him know he can come talk to me, once we are done picking up our pup.”

“Oh yes.” You started. “I made a booking about a week ago. I made the booking under Y/N Rogers.” You grinned at her as she started going through her book. “Ah I have you right here Mrs Rogers. If you would follow me I will show you to your puppy.” She stand calling another lady over, motioning towards you and Steve to follow. “There are five puppies who you can play with for a while then you can decide which one you want to go home along with you guys.”

You and Steve grin at her and she turns towards the door. “If you are done deciding you can bring the little guy or gal upfront and we will get started on the paperwork.” She smiles turning back towards the door and finally exiting. “Oh my goodness look at all these cute faces.” You giggle like a little girl running towards the pups. After about 10 minutes you and Steve decided on a cute female puppy with the fluffiest fur you have ever seen on a dog.

“Okay Mrs Rogers you have an hour to get everything for the puppy. Otherwise I am going to have to come and hunt you down.” He smirked at the offended look on your face which turned to a grin, fast. “I will have you know I will take longer now just because you decided to moan about my shopping.” You smirked at the man as you handed him the puppy. “Please look after my dog so that I can go buy her everything she needs.” You grinned getting out of the car. “Hey it’s my dog too.” He whined out to you and you just giggled.

After an hour of getting everything you need for you pup you exit the store with a trolley with how much you spend. “Again Tony is going to kill all of us.” You hear Steve mutter from behind you will the puppy in his arms. “No he won’t I already talked to my dad and he is fine with us getting a puppy.” You smirked at the man and he look as if you have grown two new heads. “I just wanted to see you sweat for a while. You know what it does to me.” You cackled and Steve shook his head but nonetheless smiling at you.

“Again Mrs Rogers you are going to be the death of me.” He smiles getting into the driver seat handing you the little pup with a smile. “Just know once we get home I am going to have a stern talking to you.” All you could do was giggle excited about what is going to happen to you once you get home. “I love you Stevey.” You kissed his cheek. “I love you Y/N/N even if you are going to drive me to any early grave.” “Yeah, yeah you old man. Just drive I want to get home to show mom and dad our new addition to the family. They are going to be so happy. I showed them pictures last night and they could not be happier with a fur baby joining the family.” You grinned. “So tell me everything you have bought. And will I have to get a second house for everything that you got.” He cackled as you started a rant about everything that you bought was necessary for your little fur baby.

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Hello 👋

I have would like to know if u could do these request with Adam :

•One where the the reader a have a miscarriage do to a previous abortion and because of that she go through a sever depression.

•one where the reader has a borderline personality where she is going through one episode.

And one where the reader have a toxic family where every one is neglicted toward her (like she not ivinted to the event etc).And her dad always very mean (like always yelling to her )and nobody is doing anything because they don’t rlly care .

Tyy very much , I loved the last one that have done for me .💓

Loss

Adam Sackler x fem!reader

Warnings: talks of miscarriage, abortions, depression

A/N: I'm glad you like my work! Your requests always give me something interesting to write. I'm only going to do the first prompt right now since I have so many requests to finish but I'll try to revisit the other one after ❤️❤️

Prompt #1:

“I’m sorry ma’am, but you had a miscarriage.”

You were four months pregnant when it happened. Those words echoed through your head for days. Sometimes they still creep back into your mind just to haunt you. Every counselor told you it wasn’t your fault, but you didn’t believe them. It didn’t matter if no one thought it was your fault because you did. Your boyfriend tried his best to keep your spirits up afterwards, but you became a shell of the person you used to be. You spend your days in bed or on the couch aimlessly flipping through shows or just sleeping for hours. You’re spending your day on the couch watching reruns to The Kardashian’s when Adam walks in.

“Hey kid, how are you feeling?” Adam sits on the floor next to you, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“Fine,” you mutter, not taking your eyes off the tv. Adam turns to look at the tv and sees what you’re watching.

“I thought you hated this show! Didn’t you call them vapid celebrities with no self-awareness?” Adam asks.

You don’t respond, just stare blankly at the screen. He turns back to you and looks you over. He can probably smell the fact you haven’t showered in a week. You become self-conscious under his gaze and curl up into the fetal position, trying your best to just disappear.

“Honey, we need to talk,” Adam says after a minute. He grabs the remote and turns off the tv. He moves off the floor to the couch, a comforting hand caresses your ankle as he begins to talk.

“It’s been a month since…everything happened and I know you’re still hurting. I’m hurting too y’know, but I think you should start therapy. The hospital recommended some places that take our insurance, so we should try one.” He looks to you for any response, but there’s only silence. “Baby, I know it’s not easy to talk about, but if you won’t talk to me at least talk to a doctor. I’m worried about you. I just want you to be okay.”

You sit up, trying your best to think of anything to say, but nothing comes out.

“You can’t just spend all day here wasting away.”

“You don’t understand,” you finally say.

“No, I don’t understand because you don’t talk to me anymore!” Adam says in frustration.

“It’s all my fault! It’s my fault our baby died and there’s nothing I can do to bring them back!” you shout. All of your emotions spill out of you and for the first time since it happened, you cried. You cry like everything you ever loved has died. You cry like you’ll never feel happy again. Tears stream down your face and snot runs out of your nose. Your sobs are muffled by Adam pulling you to his chest. His strong arms wrap around your body, holding you tightly like you might try to run away.

“Baby, it’s not your fault. We did everything right,” Adam whispers.

“I had an abortion back when I was with my abusive ex. It left scarring on my uterus and that’s why I miscarried. It’s my fault. If I hadn’t had the abortion, our baby might still be alive.” You sob harder into Adam’s shirt. “I’m sorry.”

Adam doesn’t say anything. He rubs your back as you continue to cry. You don’t stop until your throat feels raw, but still sit in silence with Adam comforting you.

“I don’t blame you. I would never blame you for making a decision like that,” Adam says after minutes of silence.

“I know, but I hate myself for it and I’m too ashamed to talk about it to a stranger.”

“We can go together if you want. I’ll always be here to support you.”

“Okay,” you say, pulling out of his embrace.

“Okay. Everything is going to be okay.”

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[otrtbs]

Hiii ! I had already asked that question, but I will ask it again because you didn't respond to it last time but at the same time it's harmless (I think), and if you don't respond again then I guess it isn't harmless 😭

I was wondering how you got into art ? Have you ever made art yourself like painting, drawing, and sculpture and decided to study that, or do you really just love art history and never had touched a pen to draw in your life? And how did your family react ?

And another question was were you in school, or work when you were writing AHB (I mean in general when you are writing actually) and if so, how did you find time to write and read? Because as a writer I feel like an important part is to read but when I do write I don't read, and I know that a big part of that is just school and I don't have time, but maybe you got a magic trick or smth?

hi! yeah it is harmless i am just SEVERELY behind on answering asks these days but i am not intentionally ignoring you/anyone. i am just behind on asks, sorry! also i get rambly under the cut so this is a warning!

as far as how i got into art, i used to volunteer at my local art museum when i was in high school!! and during that time i got to talk to a bunch of curators and educators and i was like,,,,, 'yeah. i wanna do this'

i am NOT artistic at all,,, i can't draw or paint to save my life el oh el. i had to take a fine arts course as an undergrad in uni which was fairly rudimentary ,,, just exploring different art mediums,,, color theory,, etc. and i was SO BAD at it,, so. bad. we had to bring in our art projects for critique and i still have nightmares about that...oof.

as far as my family support,,,, also el oh el. uhm,, no one was very thrilled with my life decisions to say the least...but i do not care! it's my life to live! then when my sister went to uni and said she wanted to be a biomedical engineer major n maybe go to med school,, well they put all their attention on her so we move!

also yes!! i was in school while i was writing ahb! i was in my final year of undergrad, i worked full time as a resident assistant at my university and i worked part time at a call center (<- WORST JOB OF MY FUCKING LIFE) and sometimes i would pick up extra shifts at my university's campus store because i was paying my own way through undergrad and so honestly.... the truth is i hardly slept. which is not healthy and i do not recommend that you do that at all. by any means. thankfully, because it was my final year i had some easy "blow off" classes in addition to upper division art history courses so the workload was lighter than previous semesters.

but my RA job would put me "on call" which meant i was the one an entire building of 500+ college girls would call if there was emergency of any kind (could be something serious like a fire or a strange man in the girls dorms or someone needing serious medical attention to something miniscule someone's fire alarm running out of batteries). and we would be on call for 24 hours on the weekends or 5pm to 8 am on weekdays. and if you missed a call because you were asleep you would be fired immediately no questions asked. and bc i got my housing and a lot of my income from that job,,,, i would get so paranoid and stressed abt missing a phone call that i wouldn't sleep at all when i was on call. so i did a lot of my writing for ahb! during those times at like 5am while i was on call. i was also required to work 10-15 hours a week at the front at my university through my RA position and it was a 24 hour desk and i got the night shift where literally nobody would come in. i'd work 10pm-2am on tuesdays and thursdays and then a few hours on saturday (But those were normally busy). and i would write my fanfic then!!! (should've been doing school work ,,, but alas) <- so for the "sHE CoULd'vE aT lEasT EdiTed iT" crowd who have beef with ahb!,,, i was too busy trying to graduate uni and working 3 jobs to do anything but post. so eat dirt.

additionally, i didn't read fanfic when i was writing ahb! for the most part. i was reading a ton before i started writing and then i think i was only able to keep up with the choices updates and picked up heavy fanfic reading again once ahb! was finished.

so no magic tricks from me unfortunately :(( i think it was only feasible bc i was operating on like zero sleep and my course load was light the final semester, and i got lucky with my job hours !! otherwise,, i didn't really do anything else. like i stopped reading, stopped watching shows,, etc,, if i had free time i would be on the google doc hahaha

#asks #and that's my life story good lord