#noonesgoneuntiltheyregone

Romantic Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader - (Teen Wolf). Ft. Noah.

Imagine... In which, friends don't usually make eachothers heart rate go up as you do, for Stiles.

"Dad, no, I'm meeting Y/n. I don't need that..." Stiles shook his head, refusing the bracelet.

"Like, hell you do!" Noah took no for an answer, slapping the bracelet on his wrists, and securing it. "You heard your doctor... all that werewolf-demon hunting, or whatever you get Scott into--" Stiles scoffs at that, "has put stress on your heart and you need to keep an eye on it."

"But--"

"No buts." Noah gave him a stern look, "now go, enjoy your date! And dont take that off! I'll know if you do."

Noah sent him off, keeping an eye on him as he went. Making sure Stiles didn't take it off as soon as he stepped out the door.

Rolling his eyes as Stiles mumbled an unconvincing, "it's not a date, we're just friends..." under his breath.

"Yeah, right..." Noah scoffed, "Friends my ass."

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Targ-Velaryon!R x Cregan Stark. (Mostly centered on Aemond and Alicent).

I just felt like writing some Cregan and Jealous!Possessive!Aemond content. But if you like, you can read this in conjunction with my Velaryon!r series. I'm thinking of following it up but from Cregan's pov??

Warnings: Canon typical targcest (between aemond x Reader). Poor alicent is blamed for a decision she had no choice in making. Again. Swearing. The slur 'whore' is used (against Rhaenyra). I don't own ASOIAF or HOTD nor do I claim to, credits goes to HBO and G. R. R. Martin.

Targ Divider Credits: @/dingusfreakhxrrington.

Imagine... Otto naming Aegon king after Viserys' death and Aemond being outraged to find Rhaenyra had retaliated by marrying you, his betrothed, off to someone else.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE'S TO MARRY SOMEONE ELSE?!!" Aemond's yell of outrage had everyone in the room, except Aegon --who was too deep in his cup full of mead to care-- jumping in fright. The poor handmaiden that had been selected to deliver the news, quickly scurried out of the room. Helaena and the twins following after, leaving an exasperated Alicent to deal with the aftermath.

"SHE'S MY BETROTHED!! NO ONE ELSE'S!! AND DAMN SURE, NOT THAT BLOODY STARK'S!!"

He angrily smacked his brother's cup out of his hand, disgusted by his ignorance and aloofness--there being only one true king, and that was his role to take, with you by his side. "You hear me, brother, MINE!!"

"I know. I know, my boy," before anything could escalate between the two, Alicent jumped in, acting as if she were dealing with two toddlers on the brink of a tantrum, and not the men (excusing Aegon) she raised, "but you must've known Rhaenyra was gonna react this way the second your grandfather declared your brother, king..."

"Yeah, well, he shouldn't have!" Aemond waved her off, not in the mood for her false sentiments, "everything was perfectly fine! We were gonna get married! She was gonna be my queen! But you and your greedy father had to go and fuck everything up for me! Again! What happened to letting Y/n take her mother's throne, instead, huh? What happened to marrying her to me?!"

Sighing, Alicent shook her head, just as blindsided by her father's change of heart, "I'm sorry, I really am. I know how much you love her but there's nothing we can do... she's to marry the northerner, whether we like it or not--"

"No. If you can't do anything about it. Then I will." Not about to take anymore of his mother's excuses, he slid passed her, knocking into Aegon, who since acquired another cup, causing his drink to spill again, and out through the doors. A man on a mission. "To hell with Otto and that whore Queen's plans... Y/n is mine."

Written and Posted by @noonesgoneuntiltheyregone between: 09/09-15/10/23. Lol, oops! I forgot about it, okay?

Warning: FLUFF!! A little nsfw? (pre smut!!). MDNI!! Eddie and reader have at least two children. References to sexy time in bar bathroom. Unwanted advances by another guy. Contains swearing and innuendo's and other mature language. Lmk if I've missed anything else.

Basically, just goofy (and horny) husband!Eddie being turned on by his protective wife!reader.

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Original concept by: @cheesewritings. Divider Credits: @dreamland-gallery.

"Hey, hotstuff," your husband smirks, sliding in the seat next to you and resting a tatted arm on the back of your seat, flexing the muscle a little harder than necessary, showing off, "you, uh, come here often?"

Shaking your head, amused, you replied, the words coming out on autopilot, "Eddie, we literally met and conceived both of our children here, of course, I've come here often."

Seeing the knowing glint in his eyes at what you just said, you rolled your eyes, chastising yourself for walking right into his trap. Completely, but not, done with his antics.

"Well, how about we go to the bathroom and get started on making another one--" His proposition was suddenly cut off by someone walking up to you,

"Miss, is everything alright?" The random guy asked, chest puffed out. Side-eyeing your husband, and the way he was dressed, along the way. The look of disgust written all over his face, suggesting, he thought himself better than the metal head before you--only making you dislike him that little bit more. "Is this loser troubling you?"

Rolling your eyes for the hundredth time that night, though, this time it was out of genuine annoyance. You snipped, tone sickingly sweet it could kill, "It's Mrs., first of all. Second, no. In fact, this 'loser' right here--"

"Hey!" you pecked your husband's cheek in apology, whispering something along the lines of 'making it up to him, in the bathroom', in his ear, as you did. Leaving him anxious and hard waiting, loving how you shut the man down. His dick heart pounding in his pants chest, at what you had to say next. Loving how protective you get.

"--Is my husband and the reason why I'm a Mrs. So, no! He's not bothering me but you are. So, fuck off and exert your alpha-male complex, somewhere else... bye." You shoo'd the male away, leaving you alone with your golden retriever of a husband, who was quick to pick you up, and over his shoulder. In part, so you wouldn't get arrested for inflicting pain on the man who mumbled a 'bitch' under his breath, but mostly, so he could carry you to the bathroom, itching to cash in on that promise you made him.

A third kid, well, on its way....

Based on this post | This, however, is set months past what is described in the original post.

I couldn't come up with a name for the assistant, so I just named her after the character that inspired her (aka Zara). Ngl I almost named her Joey but then i remembered there's already a Clay fic with a kid named Joey, haha.

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"'Couldn't stay away could ya?!" Was the first thing Clay heard, upon entering his office. The lovesick smile he wore on his face, after spending the day with you, quickly washing away at the look of disapproval on his employees face. A look much akin to the one his mother used to wear, when he'd return home after doing something he shouldn't.

And in turn he was, the lengths you'd gone through to make sure Zara didn't find out, leading to the same conclusion he'd often find with Lily. With her arms crossed and the toe of her heel tapping against the floorboards as she scolded him for going behind her back.

"Zara, listen..."

"No, you listen," She snapped, the usually timid and kind girl he once knew, now gone and replaced with a possessed version of her, set on dismantling whoever wished her mother harm. A side he, up until his mother's sacrifice, identified with but was too scared to say, with her staring him down to his grave. Close to facing those dreaded hospital hallways, stuck in limbo, once again just by one look,

"I've been working for you, for four. fucking. years and I've not once seen you make this much effort to woo a woman if it didn't mean leaving a notch in your belt and the one time, THE ONE FUCKING TIME, you wanna play lover boy, IS WITH MY MUM?!"

"Y--yes?" He stuttered, his face cringing at the absurdity of the situation. How can two generations of women have him so choked up in one day? Zara, with her glaring and you, with your eyes.

And your smile, and the way you talk and dress and....

"--Yeah, well, not on my watch," what?

"You're ending it, for good this time." She sets him straight, not leaving room for hi to argue back, "I don't care if you have to tell her you're dying and need another heart transplant or what... Just. end. It. Before either of you get too deep in... whatever this is."

The thing is -- if his mother's ring burning in his coat pocket was anything to go by -- he already was. And he'd be damned if he let Sam's memory or even Zara, get in the way of you and him.

Notes (this was a quick Google search so I'm sorry if it's inaccurate): In Norse mythology, the three Norns are goddesses/sisters who weave the threads of destiny. Urðr, Verðandi, and Skuld bring together past, present and the future (I hope you know where I'm going with this, again sorry if it's inaccurate). I was originally gonna go with Meili, the God of travel but I thought this suited best.

*Images/gif aren't mine but they, excluding the gif, were edited by me.

Fame, was all Ivar had ever wanted. But it's with the arrival of an unknown traveler, sent by the Three Norns themselves, did he discover his fate to hold more than just fame and glory. But love, too...

"Our fates are intertwined now," his eyes, though usually filled with mirth and something sinister when in the company of others, now held a softness only retained for you, a fierceness in his tone, "and I'd do everything in my power to make sure no one, not even the forces that brought you here, ever comes between us."

Pairing (Romantic): Gwaine x Princess Pendragon!Reader. She/her pronouns.

Other Characters: Brother!King!Arthur Pendragon, Merlin, Ser Leon, Ser Percival, Ser Elyan.

Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin, its characters or BBC's adaptation of it, nor do I claim to own them. Nor do I own the gifs used. All credits goes to their respective owners.

Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff. Use of Y/n. Basically, just the Knights being Gwaine and Y/n's number 1 shippers. Merlin x Arthur banter. Just mate's being dickheads (in a comedic way tho). I can't think of anything else.

I wrote this in April and forgot about it, so excuse any mistakes past me might've made. I tried to edit as much as I could, but I just wanted to get it out of my drafts asap. I might do a pt. 2?? Idk.

Imagine... Gwaine falling for Arthur's sister, Princess Y/n Pendragon.

Or, In which, Captain of the Ship!Arthur smacks some sense into the knight and gets him to finally confess his feelings... whatever means, necessary.

There wasn't a lot of people, Gwaine trusted. Even less than, when it came to noble borns. But with the arrival of a certain servant boy, in his life, came a tight-net circle, he was more than grateful for.

'Cause where he, not only gained a friend in Merlin--and King Arthur and 'the Knights of the round table' along with him-- but he also found a forever one in you.

Y/n Pendragon.

Sure, you were only one of three nobles he trusted. But you were the only one, noble or not, that he loved.

And, unfortunate for him, everyone loved to remind him of it...

Pairing: Jackie x GN!Rival Team!Captain!Reader. (Reader's team are called the 'bears').

Warning: afab/female reader is implied but anyone can read it. Broken/exposed bone. Secret relationship. Enemies (rivals) to lovers. Jackie refers to reader as 'baby'. Sexual innuendo at the end (Natalie makes a comment about Jackie 'dominating' reader, but it's quickly reiterated by Tai, who knows damn well that's not true...top!reader's for the win!). Cussing. Most of the dialogue is from the girls. This was originally a lot longer but I had to cut it, because it wasn't going anywhere and it's been in my drafts for too long, so I might split it and make a pt. 2??

*GIF ISN'T MINE, CREDITS TO MAKERS

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Imagine... Being in a secret relationship with Jackie, your teams rival captain, and when playing against her school, she accidentally let's your relationship slip, when her teammate, Taissa, breaks your leg during a game.

"GO, BEARS!!!" You heard the crowd cheer, as you dribbled the ball down the center of the field, dodging every now and then whenever the opposing team tried to take the ball from you, barreling right past them and causing another round of cheers to drown out the boo's from the other side of the arena. The many supporters that came out to watch your team play, completely immersed and at the edge of their seats. "YES, Y/N!!! GO, GO, GO!!!"

Despite the bubbly feeling that arose in your chest from the crowds support, you felt your resolve falling, the closer you got to the goal, and closer to her. Your eyes catching her hazel ones, and causing you to lose all focus. Completely encapsulated.

For a moment, it was like you were the only two people on that field. Where nobody could touch you and you could be happy, without having to worry about what other people thought of your relationship.

Something you both swore would stay kept behind closed doors until after nationals but as you come back to reality, ready to kick the ball to your teammate closest to the goal, your worries of how the teams would react is suddenly put to the test as the girl in question slaps a hand over mouth, horrified. Unable to look away as one of her teammates attempted to swipe the ball out from under you, only to miss and kick in your ankle instead, sending you barreling forwards into the terf and with your leg snapped in two. The bone exposed.

"AAAAARRRRGHHHH!"

At the sound of a scream so agonizing, it had the neighbors across the street cringing, Jackie shook off her shell-shocked state and ran towards you, her legs working on auto-pilot, "OH MY GOD, TAI!! WHAT DID YOU DO?!"

"I'm sorry, I--I didnt mean to--wait, what the fuck? Are they?..." Tai went to apologize, before freezing, her and everyone else's expression twisting from worry to confusion to one of amusement as their captain dropped to her knees besides you, whispering sweet-nothings the teams picked up to be 'it's okay, baby, I'm here.... we're gonna get you some help' and other things not usually said between 'sworn enemies', such as yourselves, before yelling for the medics to hurry. Indicating, what had been dished out on the field wasn't a hundred percent truthful and all that trash talking, was just for show; the team's deduced, awing as the yellowjackets captain smoothed your hair back, in comfort, before pecking the top of your head.

"Oh, yes, they are..." Natalie smirked, watching as their captain ripped into the medical team for taking as long they did, before assisting you, herself, to the med-bay, completely disregarding their safety protocols. Believing you to be in better hands with her, than their 'incompetent asses', "looks like the field isn't the only place our precious captain has been taking her stress out on, when it comes to dominating the enemy..."

"Pfft, you really need to lay off your mum's stash," Tai scoffed, cringing at the smell of alcohol on the bleached blonde's breath, "because I know damn well, if anyone's doing the 'dominating', it sure as hell ain't Jackie..." She left it at that, a round of 'mhm's' following after.

If you guys were wondering how long it takes for me to put out content, know that I wrote this in like, November of 2022, and am only finishing (if you call this finished, that is) it now, lol. Written and Posted by ©️noonesgoneuntiltheyregone between: 08/11/22 - 26/10/23. All rights reserved.

Feedback and reblogs are most appreciated!!

Pairing: Familial/Platonic: Mum!Athena and Dad!Bobby Nash x Daughter!Firefighter!Reader.

Warning: canon sniper shooting (is alluded to)!!!! Includes the use of Y/n. I tried to keep it gender neutral but referring to the reader as a 'child' or a 'kid' gets confusing, when you're writing for someone older in mind.

Remember: If you don't look like either of the characters, feel free to imagine yourself as a foster/adoptee, or whatever. You, the reader, have creative liberties.

Disclaimer: I dont own the 9-1-1 tv series or its characters, nor do I claim to own them. Nor do I own the images used. Credits goes to the respective owners.

Imagine... Being Athena and Bobby's firefighter daughter and them dropping everything (even a heated argument), to get to you, whenever your job becomes a danger.

"Don't you dare answer that, while I'm talking to you, Bobby!" Athena stalked after her husband, as he prepared to take a phone call in the middle of their fight. Her anger dwindling, a touch, at the broken look on his face. "What, what is it?!"

Pulling the phone away from his ear, she watched as he turned to her. Seeing the shattered look upon his face, she immediately feared the worst. There being one of three reasons (not including their surrogate child, Buck) why, he'll react in such a way way; May, Harry or...

"It's Y/n..."

That was all there needed to be said for them to hop into her truck, their heated dispute now long forgotten. And replaced with worry for their daughter.

Her, Harry and May coming first before all.