Based on the prompt: You find out your boyfriend is cheating because the dummy says the wrong name on the wrong date on Valentine's Day.
Summary: Agatha Harkness is your mother's best friend and has known you your whole life. She's a terrifying CEO, a billionaire, capable of making grown men crumble.
You're twenty-five, working your way up in business, and hanging on the arm of NFL star quarterback Steve Rogers, who you won't even sleep with for some odd reason. You've been dating for two and a half years, and everything is mostly perfect.
After a Valentine's date goes south, you find yourself on Agatha's doorstep, a hot mess, vulnerable, and making confessions you never meant to make.
A/N: @hannah-0730 encouraged this one-shot. She encouraged me to take a BREAK FROM DINO to write this.
But honestly, thank her for everything. Also, how'd I do on my first xReader?
Chapters: 17/?
Fandom: Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov
Characters: Shane Hollander, Ilya Rozanov, Hayden Pike, Jean-Jacques "J.J." Boiziau, Yuna Hollander, David Hollander, Luca Haas, Troy Barrett, Harris Drover, Original Characters
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Plane Crash, but it actually crashes this time, Kind Of, Hurt/Comfort, Injury Recovery, Disability, Angst with a Happy Ending, Major Character Injury, Ilya Rozanov Needs A Hug, Shane Hollander Needs a Hug, Autistic Shane Hollander, THey're going through it your honor, Sorry not sorry for this one, I know way too much about sled hockey to pass up this opportunity, This was inevitable, no beta we die like Shane's attempts at heterosexuality
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...If Shane didn't get things under control right now, he was going to give his own secret away right here and now. But did he really care?
His phone shook in his trembling hands as he desperately tried to make the call, but he didn't have his glasses on and he was truly crying now so the screen was just a blur of light.
"I need to— I can't—" He gasped, and Hayden squeezed his hand before gently pulling the phone away from him. Then Shane heard the phone as it began to ring, and ring, and ring, and ring. Then there was silence, and then Ilya's snarky voicemail recording issued through the phone's speakers. Shane was going to be sick...
Or...What if the emergency landing was a little bit more of a crash landing?
A/N: popped up in my head while writing another fic.
As you heard the bronco arriving, you got baby Nick ready to show off his new skills to his daddy. Bradley loved the Navy, just hated the part that he missed most of the beautiful moments when Nick learned something new. Just like now as he was on a two-week mission, Nick learned to crawl. When you heard Bradley’s keys you put Nick on the ground.
“Hi baby, come on Nick, go to daddy.” Just like that Nick started to crawl to Bradley, as he stood starstruck in the doorway.
“He crawls like a little para commando. Hi my sweethearts.” he said smiling like a kid who got his first toy while picking up Nick.
“Did you protect mommy while daddy was away my little man?” He said sweetly to baby Nick. These two were just too cute together.
“Here Nick, go play a little bit so I can finally say hi to mommy. Hi baby.” He said to you and then kissing you like there was no tomorrow, leaving you both blushing as Nick started cooing.
“God, I missed you so much and you too Nick.” He smiled as Nick crawled to you two in his own style.
“I really need the guys to see this, I’ve got my own para commando now who can guard my plane.” Bradley smiled.
“Don’t let Nick’s skills get to your head already.” You said while kissing him on the cheek.
“Can we go to the Hard Deck with Nick tomorrow at lunch, please baby?” Bradley asked with his puppy dog eyes.
“How can I say no to you if you look at me like that.” You blushed.
“Hehe, I know my baby, you can never resist me like this.” Well that was true.
The next day the three of you went to the Hard Deck. Bradley made you wear Nick the military green romper you got from your brother (it finally came to good use)
As you entered Bradley was smiling like an idiot with Nick in his arms.
“Who do we have here, the Bradshaws!”
“Hangman, good to see you. Hi everyone!” You greeted the dagger-squad and their partners.
You could see Phoenix mouthing you “What is Nick wearing?” You grinned at her comment.
“Guys make some space, you really need to see this.” Bradley said while putting Nick on the ground.
“I present you, my personal para commando who will guard my plane.” Bradley smiled and at the sound of his daddy talking Nick started to crawl around in his signature para commando style.
This resulted ooh’s and he’s so cute at which Nick made the cutest noises and looked at every one with his big brown eyes. Yup, little Nick made everyone fall in love with him once again.
it's spring, and I want to see it in the world of my childhood toy ponies.
the ponies are enjoying the first rays of sun. the winter is always so dark here. the ponies, just like me, take a few moments to just feel the spring sun on our faces.
three ponies are gathered. two of them are the birthday themed ones I got for my own birthday one year - they celebrate each day like birthdays. the excitedly tell me about the spring masquerade ball at the castle later today. the third pony there - dark pink and adorned with a moon and stars - is quietly listening. I know her, of course. I know she secretly is a thief who goes to the royal balls in disguise to steal precious gemstones, and she is planning her heist for today. I know she is, because I made her so. of course, I say nothing; her role is to bring some excitement.
I join them to the ball. before entering, I visit the castle garden, where I spot the unicorn with the dark red hair, tinkering with her latest invention. she often tries to mix her mechanic inventions with magic, to varying degrees of success.
in another corner further back, I see her. she has marker stains and scratches, or scars of her adventures, let's say. because she always grew into a villain. the others don't know yet, but she is plotting to betray them right now, and will soon leave for the mountains, where she will unleash evil magic. there will be fights and daring heroism and discoveries of magical artifacts deep in the secret parts of the ancient castles.
I smile, turn around, and walk into the castle. a playful jester pony hands me a masquerade mask. I know she will have her role to play, and will be granted the title of princess after this adventure. she will have to face a great quest first, though.
the ballroom is filled with beautiful decorations of suns and spring flowers, the daylight filling the room through the windows, stretching all the way up to the ceiling. the Queen enters, and everyone falls silent, waiting for her to welcome them, to welcome spring.
Dean took one step back and then another, every sense on high alert. A dark chuckle from his left startled him, and he cursed under his breath. He’d told Cas he wasn’t going to be a baby about this, and dammit, he wasn’t being one.
One more step and his back hit something behind him—a springy, yet surprisingly impenetrable hedge wall. Letting out an undignified squeak, he turned to look behind him—green walls in every direction. How’d he end up in a dead end?
If Cas hadn’t dared him to come into this maze in the first place, he wouldn’t have ended up lost in it. And on top of that, who the fuck makes a maze haunted? Yes, he allowed, it was October, but a haunted maze? These actors might have been dressed up like ghosts and ghouls, but they were nothing like the real things…and they’d be lucky if they didn’t end up getting punched in the face if they kept jumping out from behind corners at Dean.
Where the hell was Cas, anyway? They’d been separated after a particularly unrealistic ghostly woman had jumped out at Dean, making him run (in a very manly way, of course) around a few corners. When he’d turned around, Cas had been nowhere to be seen.
A sound in the maze in front of him made him freeze, every sense straining. A scream sounded, not far away, but it might as well have been a mile, for all he could do about it.
Then he heard something…footsteps. The crunch of boots on gravel. He tightened his grip around the only thing he had to hand—the surprisingly hefty stick from the tornado potato he’d been eating when they’d entered the maze.
A shadow loomed around the corner, then…
“There you are!”
Fuck…it was Cas.
Dean had never seen such a beautiful sight.
Cas tilted his head, brow furrowed. “Come on, Jack’s waiting outside with the corndogs you sent him for.” He held out a hand, and Dean wasted no time in taking it and being led out of the maze, no wrong turns, no jump scares. How did his angel always make everything okay?
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"Hey," Scott mumbles. His voice is soft, kind of shrill against the loud, dark thumping in his skull; he thinks it's his heart beating in his throat, but it's too fast for his lethargic being. He thinks maybe it's Scott's heartbeat, so fast because he's scared for him, of him, because he only causes Scott problems, he only causes everyone problems.
Thump, tha-thump- thump, tha-thump-
It's a steady rhythm, a sound that thrums through his head like the most forbidden song of this millenium, and he knows it would stick with him even further, through the end of the world and everything that comes after if he would still be here to roam the world with his empty eyes and loud thoughts, a tune that sits on his tongue so loosely he feels like he could sing it, hum it, scream it from the top of his lungs. It feels like it mends his broken mind back together just for a split second, chains it to the thumping sound like an anchor.
Scott's heartbeat is too fast. He doesn't like that. He really doesn't like how loud it is against the static noise. His voice is nice, though. It's so affectionate and he doesn't even deserve it.
listening to other authors talking about how they started their books actually makes me excited to write my own. i’ve had this idea for a while now but i would always get discouraged and stop writing after being two pages in... but today i’m going to start from scratch! wish me luck! :)
