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hotmencore · 8 hours

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“𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭” 𝐋𝐍𝟒

Pairing: Lando Norris x fem!reader (she/her)

Summary: After being coldly dumped by your long term boyfriend days before valentines, your bestfriend Lando takes it upon himself to show you how much you truly matter.

Warnings: Heartbreak? Pure fluff

A/N: This is so rushed because i started it like eight months ago and don’t know how to finish it. but I’m backkk, so let me know what you think!

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Likes and reblogs are much appreciated! Copying and reposts are not! My fics are only posted on tumblr, under this account, @hotmencore

5 days.

You hadn't left your apartment in 5 days.

Part of you felt ashamed of it. Of the way you have been treating yourself.

But the other, bigger part of you, just didn't care.

You had a right to feel torn. Desolate.

Broken.

The man you thought was the one had walked out on you. No explanation, no sign of remorse. Nothing.

I just don't love you anymore.

The words kept replaying over and over in your head. They made you feel defeated. Weak at the knees.

Sick.

And what made it even worse, was that it was right before valentines.

What a dick move.

You hadn't picked up your phone in days. You cut yourself off from the outside world, not feeling like you deserved to be a part of it anymore.

Messages left unopened.

Letting the phone ring until it would eventually stop.

You appreciated the concern, but you really just wanted to be alone. To drown in your sorrows until you plucked up the courage to actually go out again.

It was as if those 6 words had just sucked all life out of you.

And you hated yourself for it. You felt weak. Stupid.

Worthless.

But you were suddenly brought out of your thoughts, by a knock at the door.

You stayed where you were sprawled out on the sofa, though you reached for the remote to mute the tv, just to check that you weren't dreaming. It was as though the isolation you had kept yourself in had made you unfamiliar of any other presence beside your own.

You began to doubt actually hearing the knock. That was, until you heard it again. And, a voice.

"Y/N?"

Lando.

"Y/N open up, it's me" he called through the door.

Shit.

You knew he wasn't gonna leave. You let out a deep sigh, bringing your hands up to drag them down your face in misery, before pulling yourself off of the sofa, and trudging across your apartment to the door.

You open it, seeing Lando stood in front of you. His face was the first you had seen for the last several days…and it brought a small sense of comfort to you. But it also brought back the memories explaining why you had trapped yourself away…and you felt tears welling in your eyes.

"Hey" he breathes out, relieved to see you were somewhat okay.

"Hi" you reply with a half smile, your voice slightly cracking.

Lando could see the pain in your expression. He wasn’t stupid. He knew you like the back of his own hand.

He stepped into your apartment, his hand gently reaching out to pull you into him. His arms tugged you in, embracing you with a soft hold round your waist. Your head fell perfectly into the crook of his neck, as you let out a shaky breath.

“I’m sorry” Lando mutters into your hair, as he feels you begin to tremble.

He lets you cry as your arms wrap round his neck, holding him tightly. He leans back for a moment, holding your head in his hands. His thumb gently pushes a stray hair from your face, as he looks at you with a delicate gaze.

“You’re okay” he says quietly.

The both of you soon end up on your sofa together, sat beside one another. You sit slightly slouched, your head resting back on the sofa. Lando sits beside you, his arm stretched out behind your head as you look at each other. He let you ramble on about your feelings, how you pretty much gave up on yourself, and how your now ex had completely crushed any ounce of confidence that you had…leaving you empty.

And Lando simply listened.

And he understood.

“I thought he was the one Lan” you say quietly, your voice fragile as you look down at your fingers, messing with them.

“The one wouldn’t do that to you. The one would stay with you. Love you forever. Help you through things. And that isn’t what he did, Y/N. You deserve so much more than that” he softly mutters to you, your eye contact unfaltering.

Hearing those words come from Lando’s mouth made you feel something. Something more than the pain of the last few days. Something that you feel you haven’t noticed before…like a missing piece. His eyes almost shone at you, the understanding look in them reaching depths of you that had been isolated from even yourself. It was almost the the flip of a switch, a lightbulb going off in your head. Because in that moment, you realised that all this time, you have had the one in your life…but you had been looking right past him.

And now you see him.

#lando norris #lando norris x reader #lando norris imagine #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #formula 1 #formula one #lando norris drabble #lando norris blurb #lando norris fanfic #lando norris one shot #ln4 imagine #ln4 x reader #ln4 #lando norris fluff #lando norris x you #lando norris x yn

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to-be-a-dreamer · 20 days

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And if I make a full post talking about how Abby, Shannon, and Taylor were actually really interesting and compelling characters that were just wildly mishandled by the writers and weren't allowed to fully explore their own motivations or personalities outside of being a love interest then what?

This is a threat.

#abby and learning how to prioritize herself after spending her entire life caring for other people at the expense of her own identity?#and realizing she's been doing it even in her relationship because she's literally been teaching this boy how to be a good partner #and that's not fair to her no matter how much she genuinely loves him and it really was just 'right person wrong time'#shannon and feeling so helpless and overwhelmed that the only thing she could think to do was run away #and even when she was ready to come back she was so ashamed of what she'd done and terrified she would never be forgiven #and she didn't have the courage to take the first step on her own but once she was given the chance she was ready to put in the work #taylor and prioritizing the truth over the comfort of others because so much of her life was spent being uncertain about her own family #and learning too late that the truth and your career don't matter if you keep hurting the people you care about #and maybe she learns to be better but she already burned that bridge and your personal growth doesn't undo the hurt you caused #i have so many thoughts about the FLEET of women who were done dirty by fox not allowing them to be independent characters #before they tried to make them a love interest #911 #911 abc #911 fox #abby clark #shannon diaz #taylor kelly

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luveline · 7 months

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gorgeous can we get bombshell reader and Spencer May be the first time he’s snappy with her bc he’s stressed and she’s just so taken aback and May be even tears up? And then just a fluffy ending with Spencer apologizing

thank you for requesting! fem, 2.2k

Spencer Reid is extra kissable when he's frowning. Button up and no suit jacket, sleeves pushed past his elbows and hair on the shorter side, he holds a certain confidence in his hands where they're tucked in his pockets. Sure of himself, and clearly agitated.

You're always on his side; you don't think twice about easing into the conference room to see what's wrong.

"Hey," you say with a slight lilt to your tone. You're always on his side, and always flirting. "What's wrong?"

"Why does something have to be wrong?" he asks.

Not mean. Not light. Somewhere in the solid middle, his gaze loyal to the laptop on the desk he stands behind. You step close enough to smell the subtle scent of his cologne, wondering if he can smell your perfume in turn, and if it's one he likes. You try to touch his hand and he takes the desk into his grip instead, leaning forward, out of reach.

"That's not what I meant to convey," you say, still flirting. You're not stupid, you realise his mood, but you're hoping it's somebody else's fault. "But if you aren't happy to see me then I'd definitely suggest there was something wrong."

"I'm just trying to figure something out."

This close, to your own credit, Spencer usually trips up. He's been getting better as you've grown closer, your 'torturing' —as the team likes to call it— only prompting the occasional blush or stammer. You don't flirt with Spencer to torture him no matter what anyones says and you never have, you flirt with him because he deserves to be complimented. He's andsome, intelligent, and courageous. What others might miss you see in blaring neon lights: he's a catch. You intend on making your intentions known, and if that means playing the long game or the slow burn, that's okay. You like to dance.

You put yourself between him and the laptop screen. He can still see it if he cranes his neck, and he does. "You look a little tired, handsome. Looking at a screen all day will hurt you in the end. Neck aches, shoulder cramps, eye strain. Though I can't help with the latter, the former…" His arm is solid under your hand, your fingertips running along the ridge of a stark vein.

He doesn't quite flinch away, but he moves quickly enough to startle you, lamenting, "Could you give me some space, please?"

That's all well and good, you rush to do as he's asked and step back because the very last thing you want is to make him uncomfortable and his voice is frankly acidic, but everything is moving too quickly, you're not as aware as you should be —you smash your hand backwards into a cold cup of coffee and knock it straight into the lap of Spencer's laptop.

"No," you gasp, grabbing the cup before the entirety of it can empty. Coffee wells between the keys and you go to grab it to– well, to do something.

"Stop it!" Spencer shouts, voice sharp as a knife. "You always do this," —quieter, venomous— "you can't help yourself."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I would answer you if I had the time. I'll be busy rescuing my hard drive before an entire month of work is wasted thanks to your dire need for attention."

He slips around you and stalks out the door, coffee dripping from the corner of his laptop in a sorry trail that shines in the fluorescent lights.

Your first rush of tears are driven by indignation; it was an accident, you didn't mean to do that, why would you ever do that? But the second, more encompassing rush is a hot mixture of shame and guilt. What have you done?

You take a hesitant step toward the door but don't bother following him. I'll make things worse, you think, bringing a hand to your face. Makeup marrs your hand as you wipe your cheeks. You stare down at the stains for a long, long time.

I'll apologise, you think eventually, rubbing at the mascara like soot on your palm. Just as soon as I look okay again.

You don't want Spencer or anyone to see you upset. You wear your makeup and your confidence for yourself, not to hide any insecurity but to embolden yourself, to be yourself. But to get to your desk you'd have to leave the conference room bared as you are, and you'd have to face Spencer, and the second option brings more tears.

This is all so messy, and it's your fault.

I'm such an idiot. I'm exactly what he thinks of me.

You sit in the chair furthest from the door with a pack of tissues from the cubby and rub your hot cheeks dry, streaks of mascara in the shapes of your fingertips like soot left behind. It's sitting that gets you —the shock of tears at being shouted at by someone you care about amplifies into a distress you can't explain. It's stupid, it's stupid. You press your face into your hands and curl in on yourself at the table, ears ringing. I'm so, so stupid.

—

The inside of Spencer's lip is bleeding, metallic on his tongue. He's white hot annoyance all the way to Penelope's office, choked as he tells her he needs her help.

"Spencer?" she said. "What happened? Are you okay?"

He realises what he's done. "Please, Garcia, can you do something? I really need to go."

He doesn't hear her response beyond her surprised but emphatic Sure, spinning on his heel to walk back the way he came. He rubs at his temple, moving between a slow trudge and a speed walk as he assesses the damage of what he's said. What did he say? your dire need for attention.

Your sniffing is something out of his fucking nightmares. Who does he think he is? You're sitting exactly where he left you next to that half empty coffee cup, a tissue scrunched in your trembling hands, visible in the small glass window of the door. You must be thinking of what he's said to have missed the sound of his footsteps, or perhaps he's left you too upset to want to look up.

He sees the moment a sob works through you, watches you hold your breath in a painful effort to keep it down, raising the tissue to your eyes and catching your tears before they fall. You're doing a lacklustre job despite your efforts, the oily shine of mascara iridescent on your cheeks. Or maybe that's tear tracks. It's hard to tell.

Spencer fights with himself. He doesn't know if deserves to come running back or if it would be more fair to send JJ or Derek in to comfort you.

"You made your bed," his mom would say, not without affection. "You have to lie in it."

Spencer squeezes his eyes closed to push away the memory, surveying the damage he's done carefully as he crosses the threshold back into the conference room. Your head lifts at the sound of the door, your stammer visible before you speak, "Spence– Spencer. Is your laptop okay? Did I break it? I'm so sorry."

Gideon would tell Spencer to be nicer. Hotch would say Reid in that stern shade of voice that's half disapproval and half fondness. They'd both tell him to be better, but neither of them have ever had to see you as you look now, tearstained and sorry, eyes wide with worry but shoulders tense. He has his role models, and yet none of them could possibly give him a way to apologise that could ever make up for they way he's made you feel.

Little dramatic, Morgan would say. Start with a hug, loverboy. Can't go wrong with a hug.

He should ask but he doesn't, a second transgression against you. Spencer pushes past chair and the sodden circle of carpet to your chair, pausing in case you're going to tell him to shove it. You lick your lips. "Did I break it?" you ask, as though resigned for a yes

He can't temper that amount of self-hatred on you. It doesn't suit you. He much prefers you the way you like to be, confident in everything, flirty and funny and soft, in both touch and touches. He takes your face into a careful hand, tilting it toward the light and weary of your shallow exhale. "I…" He begins and ends, stroking your tacky cheek with his index finger, as though brushing away an eyelash. If it were real he'd say make a wish, and you would wish for him or some similar sweetness, salacious smile to boot, or earnestness fit to fill a mountain. I wish you'd realise how pretty you are and stop denying me the pleasure of a beautiful boyfriend, you'd croon.

His fingers collect at your jaw and slip behind your ear as he cleans your skin with the side of his thumb. You lean into the touch, slashing his hesitancy in two.

"Sorry," he says, pulling your head toward his neck gently as he leans down to hold you. "I'm sorry. Don't be upset, please. Don't be upset "

"I'm an idiot–"

"No," he says, with the facts to back his denial. "I'm an idiot, I should never have upset you like this–"

"I broke your computer, it's just like you said–"

"I shouldn't have–"

"–I'm so needy I could've ruined all your hard work," you say, wriggling with guilt like you attempt to pull away.

Spencer really doesn't want to let you go now he has you, not until he's sure you'll stay in one piece. "If it's ruined, it's my fault for failing to back it up."

He should tell you that he's sorry for what he said. He knew it wasn't right he moment it escaped him, to speak to you like that, and accuse you of what he did. He basically called you selfish, uncaring. He implied it and worse, and for what? An accident? A mis-step that he practically forced you into?

"I never should've said that to you," he says, breaking his hug to crouch in front front you, searching blindly for your hand as he holds eye contact, looking up. You deign to frown down. "And I walked away. And you're crying," —his voice fries with sympathy— "because of me."

Your hand is limp in his. "I'm sorry," he says.

"It's okay." You sniffle and nod, lips struggling into a smile.

"It's not okay."

"Well, I hit your coffee over, so we're even."

"You accidentally spilled my drink, you didn't deserve to be mocked."

"Spence…" Your eyes half-lidded, you wince down at the cradle of his hand where it holds yours. "Did I break it?"

"I don't know. I got to Garcia's office and I knew I did the wrong thing, so I came back."

You swallow audibly. "I just wanted to make you feel better."

"I know, angel." He stands again as your eyes well with tears to hug you, kissing the top of your head. "I'm sorry. That was all me, okay? I shouldn't have snapped at you."

What follows is agony. Spencer patting your back through a panicked bubble of tears, wretched in knowing he caused it, and worse is the look you give him as he wipes your messed up make up away in want of a mirror, like you're grateful.

"Does it look really bad?"

"N–no. You look really pretty," he says.

"Are my eyes puffy?"

A little. "No. You look great." He can't apologise anymore– it won't help you feel better now, it'll just assuage his own worry. What you need is a different reassurance. "It's hard not looking at you, sometimes, you look that nice. But you know that already."

"I don't mean to do that. I didn't mean to."

Spencer puts his hand above your heart. "I know you didn't. I really, really shouldn't have said it. I was being cranky and I struck out like a kid."

"...You're not just saying I look nice to get back in the good books, are you?" you ask.

Spencer leans in, nearly nose to nose with you. "Of course not."

You tilt your head as though you might kiss him. He knows you won't and he's delighted anyways. It means you're feeling okay. He's nearly forgiven, or, at the very least, you're not actively upset. "I thought I liked seeing you pissed off, but now I'm not so sure."

"It's not a good look on me," he murmurs. "But it looks great on you, if you want to get angry with me."

"Well now I can't. I know it's what you want."

"Can I give you a hug?" he asks.

You drop all your acts and slide your arms around his neck. He wraps you up slowly, one arm at a time, careful to put all the pressure exactly where you like it.

"That feels nice," you mumble.

He bends into you and rubs your back. "Yeah?"

"Don't," you warn.

He draws a shape into your back with his fingers, slow, tiny things that make you squirm. "Don't what?"

"You're tickling me." You don't sound unhappy about it.

"What?" he asks. "I can't hear you over the sound of me being a huge jackass. Sorry, angel."

Your giggle is honey into his shoulder, sticky and sluggish as his circles turn to stars.

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joonipertree · 1 year

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Gang Leader Girlfriend Things™

Tags: Mikey x Fem!reader, Fluff, crack, no angst, he's only soft for you <3, love of his life

You know, I think the first rule of joining a gang should be 'don't piss off the leader'. Like, you wanna fight people who can whoop your ass? Go for it, that takes courage and respect. But you join a gang like Toman with 'Invincible Mikey' as the head, the one thing you should probably not do is make him mad.

(Nobody is stupid enough to do that though, much less Toman.)

Mikey personally didn't fight the weak, finds no joy in something that isn't a challenge. Two highschoolers that got recruited by Mitchy's crew? He could tell they were nothing from the back of their babbling heads.

"My god, there's no way a girl like that is here. She's so fucking hot."

"What's a girl even doing in a gang? There's no way she fights."

Mikey's eye twitched. Not only are you most definitely in Toman, with a gang jacket and everything (You had your own but you ended up wearing his most of the time, pretty in what's his.) One of Toman's strongest was Senju, someone who would kick their ass too.

"Do you think she's single?"

"She is not." Mikey drawled, eyes dead and head tilted. Draken came behind him, wondering why his captain was just standing there. Mikey was always friendly with new members but very evidently, those two were an exception.

"What a bummer. She could've been mine."

Draken wanted to laugh so badly but Mikey's hand was warning him into silence before he could.

Mikey couldn't see the dude's face but knew that he was too ugly for you. You weren't into pathetic fucks. And the only person Mikey was pathetic for, was you.

A lot of gang members' eyes were on them now, ready to bow to their captain but stopping when Draken raised his palm. They could tell something was off, looking at the two kids who just didn't bother turning. The aura around Mikey was practically tangible though, suffocating to anyone who took notice.

Yamagishi staggered towards his friends, ready to point out the very dangerous threat behind them. Of course, he was the one who recruited them. If he wasn't Takemitchy's friend, Mikey would've added him to his blacklist. Mikey's finger against his lip kept Yamagishi from saying anything. Their fates were sealed already.

"Man, I could probably take her boyfriend on. Easy win and I get her."

Draken choked, Yamagishi wanted to die, the few people who were close enough to listen stepped away. Mikey still didn't say anything, because the moment he was waiting for finally happened.

Chifuyu had let you know of the arrival with a nod of his head, pausing in his rant about a manga you guys had been reading. You saw Draken's head first, eyes lowering, knowing that Mikey would always fall close. And there he was, his blond ponytail the only thing you could see. Your heart filled up like it always did because fuck, you wanted to consume him in your love. His eyes peaked out and your smile stretched your cheeks.

You walked as if on auto pilot, feet having a pep in them as you did. He stepped out in full view and you squealed at his gentle eyes and outstretched arms. You practically ran to him, you missed him and missed him and missed him.

Your shoulder grazed someone's as you zoomed past and launched yourself into Manjiro's warm embrace. Strong arms encircled you immediately, his cheek squishing against yours. And before you knew it, your feet were off the ground as he twirled you around. Unabashed laughter left your lips, hanging onto him and letting his warm and wet kisses pepper your face. The swooping in your chest was welcomed, clinging to the boy you've loved for years. Your precious----

"Hi, Jiro~" You crooned, eyes open to catch his reddened cheeks and sparkling eyes.

He put your feet on the ground and pulled you close by the waist, noses touching each other's.

"Hi, baby." He said in a hushed voice.

You gave his cheek a peck, knowing one on the lips would result in him not getting off of you. There was supposed to be a meeting, so you decided to have him later. Being a gang leader's girlfriend was hard work.

"Did you have a good day?" You asked, knowing he woke up an hour ago, barely in the realm to text you a 'good morning, honey' ('Morning' in Mikey's realm was 1pm).

"Mhm." Mikey hummed, giving your cheek a kiss too. You relished in it.

"Where are you going?" Draken's voice came gruffly and you saw the tall man with his hands on two members' shoulders.

Your boyfriend's gaze fell on them, hardened and cold. It made you shiver, his arms tightening around you when you did. It didn't scare you, he looked hot but it never meant anything good.

You blinked at the two boys, confused and just now noticing the complete silence and the eyes of everyone on you.

I mean, you were a spectacle whenever Jiro was involved but weren't they used to it by now?

"You guys have really bad awareness if you didn't notice me even when I spoke up. I don't know if we want that in our gang." Mikey's words were sweet but dripping in venom, a grin to hide his clear rage.

"I'm so so sorry, boss! We didn't know she was yours, I swear!!" Dude no 1 got on his knees immediately, more so because his legs gave out.

"It's our first day, please have mercy." Dude no 2 shouted, bowing till his head met the floor.

Oh, you thought, they were actual idiots.

Seeing people bow and beg at your boyfriend was always surreal. You knew he had repertoire and respect because of years of being a gang leader. Personally, you never really understood gang things tm. But you knew your Mikey could kick ass and people looked up to him, so you always enjoyed the times he did gang leader things tm cuz it was hot.

"Yamagishi, you recruited them so you have responsibility. Have anything to add?" Mikey asked the frozen boy, who probably stopped breathing a long time ago.

"Uh, it was Takemitchy's idea?" The boy said, knowing who Mikey's kryptonite was.

"You're the one who asked me. Don't try to get me killed along with them!" The acting president hollered.

Mikey turned to his best friend, smile still plastered on his face. If Takemitchy didn't have the trauma to back up his biggest endeavour, he would be worried that the dark impulse would've possessed him from that interaction alone.

"Mitchy, normally I would let the head captain step in for any decision made about their division. But since they directly challenged me, we have to deal with it like all gangs do, right?"

"We didn't....we didn't know, promise!" Dude no 2 peeped out.

"Hmm, but wasn't it you who said that you could take her boyfriend on? It'd be an easy win? There's enough people who witnessed that."

"Oh, Lord Almighty." Takemitchy murmured, "nothing can save them now."

"Not even an hour in and they're going to die." Another murmur from the crowd. (It was Ran)

"I never said that, I am not a part of this." Dude no 1 threw his friend under the bus immediately. It was understandable.

"'She could've been mine,'" Mikey practically sang, taking off his jacket, "is what you said, right?"

"No I couldn't," you spoke absentmindedly, only looking at your boyfriend cuz you'd lost interest in the morons, "you're too ugly for me."

It was a blow that hit almost as hard as the kick they were about to receive. Mikey let out an affectionate snort as he covered your head with his jacket. The heavy material blocking your peripheral as he left your side within a second. A sick crack brandished the air, followed by two thuds.

"Welp, that fight didn't last. How boring, wanted to show off." Mikey sounded bored, the asphalt crunching under his slippers as he walked back.

"Are they--" Takemitchy's panicked pitch followed, a very common tone whenever Mikey was involved.

"Breathing." Draken called out, giving them a light kick on the side to check.

"Takemitchy, your crew is banned from recruiting." Their leader yelled back with his head only half turned, a flurry of 'yes sir!'s came.

"Thank you for holding onto my jacket, baby." Mikey whispered as he took the jacket off your head and draped it on his shoulders. His eyes were back to being kind and gentle, warm hand cupping your face in gratitude. You melted into him, eyes closing. He left a kiss on your forehead, keeping you close.

"Ah, I'm hungry," he whined, "let's go get mcdonald's. I didn't eat breakfast."

"You didn't?" You asked as he interwined your fingers together and tugged.

"I had cereal but that barely counts." Mikey started chattering on, waving a hand to dismiss the meeting that never began.

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nahoney22 · 1 month

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Hi ! It's me requesting again (I hope you don't mind 😅)

Can I request Crosshair x fem!reader who's really inexperienced (she has never been in any relationship before Crosshair) and when she's ready for her time, she's a little nervous because since she has no experience she feels like she'll ruin it for him but he keeps reassuring her that she's doing really well (NSFW if you don't mind)

Between Us***

Crosshair X F!Reader

word count: 2.7k

When the time comes to take the next step with your boyfriend, the weight of being a virgin weighs heavily on your shoulders but luckily for you, Crosshair is there to guide you through it all.

warnings: NSFW, 18+ only. Smut, explicit sexual content and language. Virgin and inexperienced female reader. First time, P in V sex, cunnilingus, kissing, neck kissing, comfort, dirty talk, praises, soft Crosshair, soft smut, fluff, aftercare, established relationship.

authors note: sorry for the wait! Please enjoy @coraex 🩵

NSFW under the cut!

His lips descended onto yours in a feverish passion, his hand held onto your waist as the back of your legs hit the bed and sent you tumbling back. As he leaned over you, a smirk graced his lips at the sound of your surprised gasp.

With a fluid motion, he slid his arm under your back, effortlessly repositioning you on the bed, your head finding comfort on the feather-pillow. "I can't believe we're finally alone," he murmured huskily, his lips moving to explore your neck while you tried to hide any hint of nervousness.

Despite the heat of the moment, you couldn't shake the nagging fear of not being able to meet his expectations. It wasn't about who he was - you trusted him completely. But doubts crept in about whether you could give him what he desired.

Your breath hitched and your body tensed, prompting Crosshair to pause and search your eyes with concern. "Do you not like that?" he asked, his smirk fading as he sensed your unease.

You blinked up at him, struggling to find your voice. Of course you liked it; how could you not? But the overwhelming anxiety threatened to overwhelm you. Crosshair's expression softened as he crawled off you, settling by your side as you sat up, running a hand through your hair.

"Sorry, I'm sorry... I am enjoying it," you stammered, feeling the weight of your own insecurities. Crosshair listened patiently, but when he saw your distress mounting, he pulled you close, offering comfort and support.

"What's wrong? I thought this is what you wanted?” he said, gesturing to the luxurious surroundings that had been carefully prepared for the occasion. What he had envisioned as a magical night together was clouded by your fear of disappointing him.

You turn to him, a hint of frustration in your voice. "No, Cross, I do want this. I want it more than anything. It's just..." Your nerves threaten to overwhelm you, but as he gently tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear and clasps your slightly trembling hand in his, you find the courage to be honest. "I've never done anything like this before."

"Sex?" he asks directly.

"Yes, or even foreplay... I'm sorry I didn't tell you," you admit with a sigh.

He shakes his head, brushing off your apology. "You didn't have to tell me. It's none of my business." Bringing your hand to his lips, he kisses across your knuckles tenderly. "We don't have to do anything if you don't want to."

Your heart sinks a little. "But I do want to do something," you assert, meeting his gaze with determination. "I just don't know how to."

Crosshair pauses, still holding your hand to his lips as he considers. "You don't need to do anything if you don't want to," he murmurs in a low rumble, repeating his previous comment. "I could take the lead. I'll show you what your body is capable of."

Excitement wells up within you, grateful that he isn't deterred by your lack of experience. "I'd like that."

"Good," he affirms, pressing a final kiss to your knuckles before rising from the bed. Your eyes follow him as he moves to the foot of the bed, directly in front of you. "I want you to relax. Lay back."

You watch as he slowly removes his belt from his civvies, your anticipation growing at the thought of Crosshair undressing for you. The belt hits the floor with a clang before he begins unbuttoning his black dress shirt.

Your skin tingles with heat, your body reacting instinctively to the sight of him. "You like watching me get undressed, princess?" he teases, noticing your flushed expression.

"I do," you admit, biting your lip as he continues to reveal his lean physique. One button at a time, his shirt slips from his shoulders and falls to the floor.

He then kneels on the bed, moving towards you with gentle intent. With your silent permission, his hands slide to the waistband of your pants, slowly pulling them down as you lift your hips to assist him. You can't help but smile as he neatly folds your clothes and sets them aside.

His hands then rest on your bare knees, his touch both delicate and confident as he trails his fingers over your skin before spreading your thighs.

The cool air kisses your skin, even through the thin barrier of your silk panties, eliciting a shiver of anticipation. You've never felt this vulnerable before, but the thought exhilarates you, hoping it does the same for the man before you.

"Oh, baby girl," he murmurs, lowering himself between your legs, his head resting against your thighs. "You have such a pretty pussy."

Your breath catches in delight at his words, your cheeks burning with excitement. "Do you really like it?"

He chuckles, his eyes smoldering with desire as he plants kisses on the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. "How can I not? It belongs to you," he purrs, his warm breath a stark contrast to the previous cold air.

Your lazy grin transforms into one of anticipation as his hands explore your skin, leaving a trail of tingling sensations in their wake, his fingers teasingly brushing over the fabric of your panties.

When his touch finally makes contact, you exhale sharply, pleasure coursing through you at the sensation. "Sensitive, are we? Don't worry," he reassures, his thumb gently caressing the silk over where your clit would be, "I'll be gentle."

"Crosshair..." you whimper, your body responding eagerly to his touch.

"Do you like that?" he asks softly, his fingers detecting the growing dampness through the fabric. "I can feel that your panties are getting wet for me... shall we take them off?"

You lick your lips, nodding eagerly, your anticipation palpable. His movements are careful as he slides your panties down your leg, the fabric hooking around your foot before landing on the floor. Your gaze remains fixed on Crosshair, watching with awe as he swallows hard at the sight of your bare sex before him. "Perfect," he murmurs, and you observe in fascination as he licks his fingers, coating them with saliva before delicately stroking up and down between your folds.

The sensation was unlike anything you had ever experienced before. Your entire body trembled with pleasure, and Crosshair slowed his movements, gazing up at you from between your legs as he lay on his stomach. "Are you okay?" he inquired softly.

"Yeah," you breathed, watching his fingers as they continued their mesmerising dance, "just getting used to this feeling."

"And do you like this feeling when I play with your pussy?" he queried, his eyes locked on yours.

You nodded in response, unable to form words as waves of pleasure washed over you.

He maintained his movements, skillfully teasing your sensitive clit, eliciting occasional arches of your back and a chuckle from Crosshair. But now, it was time for the next step. "I'd love to eat you out," he began, licking his lips in anticipation, "would you like to try that?"

You had certainly thought about it before, even entertained the idea of having Crosshair between your legs or even sitting on his face, but now that the opportunity was here, you couldn't resist. "Yes," you replied eagerly.

"Come on, darling," he leaned in closer, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine, "tell me. Use your words."

You swallowed nervously, summoning the courage to attempt your first foray into dirty talk. "Please lick my pussy, Crosshair. It's all yours."

Something sparked in his eyes at your words. Gripping your thighs firmly to hold them apart, he wasted no time, his tongue tracing a long, slow swipe up your dripping slit.

Crosshair's expert ministrations sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body. His tongue danced skillfully over your swollen folds, alternating between gentle flicks and firm strokes, each movement sending you higher and higher towards ecstasy.

As he delved deeper, exploring every inch of your trembling flesh with a hunger that matched your own, you surrendered yourself completely to the overwhelming pleasure, lost in the blissful haze of his touch. "Oh, Crosshair," you moaned, your voice laced with desire, "that feels so good."

He hummed in response, the vibrations sending shivers down your spine. "You taste amazing," he murmured, his words sending a rush of heat straight to your core. With each flick of his tongue, each gentle suckle on your clit, he brought you closer and closer to the edge.

You gripped the sheets tightly, your breath coming in ragged gasps as the pleasure built to an unbearable crescendo. Your tire started to curl and there was a heat in your core that you only imagined to be hitting a climax, your first climax. "I'm... I'm gonna come," you gasped, your body trembling with anticipation.

Crosshair didn't falter, his movements only growing more intense as he expertly brought you to the brink. And then, with one final, well-placed flick of his tongue, he sent you hurtling over the edge, your entire body convulsing with ecstasy as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you.

He groans into your cunt, lapping up the last remnants of your high before pulling back, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he wipes his mouth. "Was that good for you, princess?" he asks, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

You can only nod, still lost in the haze of pleasure, unable to form coherent words.

Crosshair releases your legs and kneels in front of you, his cock straining against his pants as he gazes down at you. "Do you want to carry on?"

Your eyes flutter open, taking in the sight of the man before you, treating you with a tenderness you hadn't seen before. But then your gaze trails down his body, lingering on the bulge in his pants, and a wave of desire washes over you. "Definitely."

Your eagerness brings a wicked grin to his lips, and you watch in a daze as he undoes the button of his pants, freeing his throbbing cock. Your eyes widen at the sight, your mouth watering in anticipation. "Cross... you're so big."

He chuckles darkly, his hand wrapping around his shaft as he pumps it between your legs. "And it's all for you, kitten."

"I'm nervous," you admit in a whisper, the size of him feeling almost intimidating.

"I understand," he murmurs, leaning over you and enveloping you between his body and the bed. "I'll be gentle if you still want to go on."

You lean up, capturing his lips in a kiss, moaning softly as you taste yourself on his tongue. "I don't want this to stop," you whisper against his lips, your hands moving to your top and pulling it over your head, revealing your naked body to him. "I just don't want you to be..."

"Don't say unsatisfied," he interrupts, his eyes roaming over your exposed form, a hunger burning in his gaze. "Fuck, you're gorgeous."

"Are you ready for this?" he whispers against your lips, and as you give a subtle nod, a low moan escaping your lips, Crosshair positions himself between your legs. His hands trace patterns on your skin as he eases into you slowly, inch by inch. Your breath catches in your throat as you feel the delicious stretch and fullness. At first, there's a burn, uncomfortable yet thrilling, but as he rests within you, praising you and allowing you to adjust, the burn transforms into pleasure.

"Stars, you feel amazing," you gasp, your body instinctively arching towards him, hungry for more.

He places one hand on the pillow beside your head, the other gripping your hip firmly, holding you in place as he begins to move. His thrusts are slow, deliberate, and caring. Each movement sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through you, your pussy clenching around him in ecstasy.

Crosshair, who you always thought of as rough and dirty, reveals a gentle side with you. His eyes never leave your face, searching for any signs of discomfort as he expertly rolls his hips. As you lay back, embracing his cock, your gaze shifts upwards, a small smirk playing on your lips as a mirror replaces the typical ceiling, allowing you to hungrily admire his toned back and arse as he rocks into you.

Your nails dig into his back, your moans growing louder with each thrust as he drives you towards the brink of ecstasy. You whimper his name, your body writhing beneath his as he claims you completely.

"You're doing so, so well. You can moan louder, it's just me and you," Crosshair praises, his words igniting a fire within you that burns hotter with each passing moment. "You feel so fucking good, princess," he growls, his voice low and gravelly with desire. “Tell me if I hurt you.”

Your pussy throbs with pleasure, every ridge and vein of his cock sending you closer to madness. "F-Faster, please," you groan as he presses his forehead to yours.

"Of course," he complies, holding you close. His hands roam over your body, caressing your breasts as he drives into you with increasing urgency. You sob into the crook of his neck, the pleasure overwhelming yet somehow not enough as you feel his cock swelling inside you, signaling his impending release.

"Do you like this, huh? Do you like my cock filling you up?" he demands softly, his thrusts becoming more intense.

"Yes! Oh fuck yes, Cross," you cry, teeth sinking into his neck, earning a gasp from him as he pounds into you.

"Good girl," he moans, his hips stuttering as he nears his climax. "I love you so much. You've done so well." He sits up, one hand remaining on your hip while the other moves between your legs, frantically rubbing at your clit as he watches him seethe in and out of you with each careful thrust.

"Fuck! You're going to make me cum again," you gasp, feeling yourself on the edge.

"That's the idea, princess," he grins lazily, his eyes moving up your body and fixating on your bouncing breasts. "I'm... I'm going to cum soon too. All over your lovely tits."

As Crosshair pumps into you with a few more fervent thrusts, his movements become more urgent, more desperate, driving you both towards the edge of ecstasy. The intensity of his circling motions on your clit sends shivers down your spine, igniting every nerve ending in your body. With each stroke of his cock, your pussy clenches around him, urging him on, signaling your impending release.

His loving words wash over you like a warm embrace, filling you with a sense of adoration and belonging. The stars begin to blur your vision as pleasure clouds your senses, and your heavy breathing mixes with soft whimpering of his name fills the air.

As Crosshair holds back his own climax, he sighs in anticipation as he feels you reach your peak. With a final, powerful thrust, you release all over his cock, your body trembling with the force of your orgasm. He swiftly pulls out, a primal need driving him as he leans over you, his hand frantically pumping on his cock.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck yes! That's it…" he gasps, his voice thick with desire, as a stream of hot, white, silky cum paints your breasts, coating you in his delicious seed.

You watch him in awe, your body still quivering from the aftershocks of pleasure, until he collapses beside you. For a moment, you feel emotional. This trivial moment in your life finally feels complete with someone you love and who loves you.

"Are you alright? Did I hurt you?" Crosshair must’ve noticed your expression, his concern evident in his voice as he notices the slight glisten in your eyes.

You shake your head, a soft smile playing on your lips. "Not at all. That was very special to me. Thank you," you whisper, your heart overflowing with love and gratitude.

"It was special to me too. I've... I've never felt like this with anyone before," he confesses, his voice filled with sincerity as he takes your hand and kisses your fingers softly, sealing the moment with tenderness and affection.

You both lay with each other for a while, your bodies beginning to ache with the aftermath, but you don't refuse Crosshair's continued gentleness as he scoops you up into his arms and draws you a bath. After cleaning up and slipping into your nightwear, the two of you curl back up into bed.

"Crosshair?" you whisper into his chest after a few minutes.

"Yeah?" he asks, stroking his fingers through your hair.

"Can we do this again tomorrow?"

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srvbryn · 3 months

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Luke Castellan. Stolen kisses

Luke Castellan X f!reader

summary: for someone who's widely admired — Luke castellan has never had a first kiss, well you're here to kiss him isn't it?

Warning: just kissing ^^

A/n: watching ATLA & Solo Leveling 🎀🤭

The afternoon light poured through the curtains, casting an inviting glow across the room as (Name) and Luke found themselves seated on the couch, textbooks pushed aside.

"Okay, so," (Name) began, clearing her throat, "kissing is... well, it's kind of like a dance. You have to find the rhythm, the right moves."

Luke, shifted uncomfortably. "I've never really thought about it like that."

(Name) chuckled, her nerves matching Luke's. "No worries. It's just practice, right? Nothing to stress about."

She took a deep breath and continued, "So the first thing is about being gentle, you don't want to go too fast and too slow. It's all about finding that sweet spot."

As (Name) explained, Luke listened attentively, making an effort to understand everything that was said.

She gestured with her hands, imitating the movement of a kiss, occasionally looking at Luke, who was becoming increasingly flustered.

"Okay, now, um, let's try a simple move. You can start by gently cupping my face," (Name) suggested, her cheeks turning a faint shade of pink.

Luke hesitated for a moment, his hand hovering uncertainly near her face — (Name) gently guided his hand.

Luke gulped nervously, trying to hide the subtle fluttering in his chest.

"Now, lean in slowly," (Name) instructed, her voice soft. "Close your eyes and let the moment take over."

Luke complied, bringing their faces closer. The room seemed to hold its breath as the distance between them drew closer.

(Name)'s heart rate increased, and she felt a mix of nervousness and anticipation. As their lips were about to meet, Luke gathered the courage to close the remaining gap, kissing (Name)'s lips quickly and sweetly.

Startled, (Name) blinked, taking a moment to register what just happened. Luke pulled away, a nervous smile playing on his lips. "Like that?"

(Name) sat in stunned silence for a beat before bursting into laughter, the tension dissipating into the air. "You caught me off guard, but I'd say you're a quick learner, Castellan."

Luke's cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "Well, I didn't want to mess it up, you know?"

(Name) grinned, her eyes sparkling. "You definitely didn't mess it up. Just maybe a little too efficient."

They both laughed, their awkwardness giving way to current comfort. (Name) put a comforting hand on Luke's shoulder. "Hey, that was a good first try." Kissing is all about understanding your own technique, which you'll accomplish with practice."

Luke nodded, a shy smile tugging at his lips. "Thanks for being my... kissing coach?"

As they continued to chat and share laughter, the afternoon sunlight cast a warm glow over the room.

In a moment of understanding, (Name) leaned in, her lips gently brushing against Luke's.

This time, it was an intentional move, a conscious decision to step into uncharted territory: shared emotions.

Luke reciprocated, closing the gap between them, the soft press of their lips creating a moment suspended in time.

The room seemed to disappear as they lost themselves in the innocence of the kiss. It was a tender exchange, a delicate ballet of feelings that went beyond words. The world outside the room vanished as they discovered the art of kissing together.

When they finally pulled away, a warmth lingered, both in the room and within their hearts.

Luke, breaking the quiet, spoke gently, "So, how was that? Better?"

(Name) chuckled, a glint in her eyes. "Definitely an improvement. Maybe you're a fast learner after all."

Luke's expression shifted from nervousness to a more confident smile. "Well, I had a good teacher."

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Hello, it's my first time asking and it took me a lot of courage to do this. So I recently had a thought about what if the reader and Jing Yuan were childhood friends and she used to tease him a lot when they were younger but then she did something to get exiled from the Xianzhou and became part of the stellaron hunters but came back with blade and Kafka like in the story but after the whole phantiliya battle was finished she still stayed on the Luofu for awhile for nostalgia but got captured by the cloud nights and she was sent to see the general himself. But all this time the reader thought the general would have hated her for what she did but instead of hating her he was waiting for her to come back so he could see her and tease her like how she did to him. Idk if anyone else has already sent an idea like this but I just wanted to share my thoughts and I think it would be a pretty interesting storyline. Sorry if I was rambling but it's okay if you don't write abt this I'll be fine if you just gave some thoughts about it. Thank you for reading this idea of mine and don't worry about answering fast I know you have a lot going on in your life so just take care of yourself! (Also sorry if there are some things that didn't make sense I'm too scared to look back at what I wrote)

Love this idea!! It’s interesting and you expressed it clearly. Don't be afraid <3

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-CW: yandere, non-con, kidnapping, threaten

In childhood, you and Jing Yuan were friends. Jing Yuan has precocious wisdom and is out of place among his peers, but you don't respect him. Maybe just…jealousy? These are for some childish reasons, maybe he gets perfect marks every time, he gets candy but you don't, and parents on both sides compare you to him. In your eyes, Jing Yuan is just a white-haired little boy who is similar to you. You occasionally pull his soft white hair, make him some strange braids, and often tease him, such as giving him nicknames and laughing at him. The strange thing is that Jing Yuan has never been angry with you and is as tolerant to you as the ocean.

As you grow older, you gradually drift away from each other. You also know that he joined the Cloud Knights and eventually… succeeded general. Seeing him on the Space Channel, the childhood friend you used to tease, became one of the leaders of this space civilization, and you had really mixed emotions.

You have taken your own path in life, become a member of the Stellaron Hunters, and fallen into the gray area. You and the members pick up Blade and accept him as a new member. I heard that he used to be Jing Yuan's best friend, but when you asked him about it, you found that his memory was also blurred.

Just like you.

Looking back on the past and reviving those faded memories, you are a little unsure whether Jing Yuan really never got angry, or whether you subconsciously beautified this memory. How can this be? He definitely hates you.

Before setting off back to Luofu, Elio's message said that this time the script is about Kafka, Blade and you. He tells you to be careful of General Luofu because this time you have only one fate, which is to be [caught], and only this fate can continue your destiny. It seems that most of the details are no longer visible, and your fate is shrouded in mist. You couldn't help but feel funny and told them you'd be fine.

What can Jing Yuan do to you?

However, the wanted portrait is indeed painted lifelike, in Xianzhou's traditional style. It's hard not to think that Jing Yuan provided an extremely detailed proposal in painting the wanted poster about you. It's kind of creepy.

You rescued Blade according to the flow of the script and met with Kafka. While they went to find the rumored Imbibitor Lunae, you spent some time reminiscing on Luofu. Just a moment. The moment you stepped into that familiar place, you immediately fell into unconsciousness. There was a very slight tingling sensation on your neck, like a small ant biting you, and then you fell into the boundless darkness.

When you woke up… your wrists were already locked with iron chains wrapped in feathers, right at the head of the bed. If you don't pay attention, the chain can even become invisible. Accompanying it was the general's narrowed smile, a little mocking but still gentle. The enlarged smile is right in front of you.

"Jing Yuan?! What are you doing?" A kiss electrified your heart. You watched in shock as your childhood friend held the back of your head and kissed you, lingeringly, lovingly. His eyes were closed, as if he was enjoying it, murmuring your name while kissing you. You pushed and kicked him, but he enveloped you like a quilt, crushing you. He places you in the mating position and bottoms out his cock inside you, emptying out his long-unreleased seed.

"Jing Yuan…? Stop! Stop this…"

Jing Yuan won't stop teasing you - you are too cute for him and that doesn't change. He continued to whisper lewd things in your ear, and occasionally lied about having sent a video of your orgasm to people who hated Stellaron Hunters. Your eyes were as wide as a frightened deer and you sucked his cock with resignation, tears falling. And the number of orgasms is so humiliating, you always deny it… You will not lose to the Jing Yuan you used to tease…

Jing Yuan likes you, but does not deny the possibility. Maybe Jing Yuan once really hated you, maybe he hated you during those teasings, but a long life is like peeling off the peel of a fruit in the end, revealing the crystal clear flesh inside. What remains are those sparkling memories. Your bright smile stayed in his memory.

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maple-the-awesome · 1 month

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The Chain Meets Your Baby || 1/2

Part 2 ||

Pairing: Hyrule, Time, Wild, Four x Reader

Requested by @kieradumpzz081927: I hope your request are open(or if ur free for requests), so i saw ur LU oneshots about the one that is called ' He becames a dad ' or smth. So, why not that he would introduce his kid(s) to the chain? That ones going to be interesting Interesting indeed 😈Now, I have my own set of headcannons for what order the Chain becomes dads in, but regardless of their own experience, I'm sure the Links would all subject the new dad to lots of support and teasing. Here you go 💜 Warning: Some mature jokes here and there. Nothing major, but gotta give the new dad a little hell, right? ¯_(ツ)_/¯

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The last thing Hyrule was expecting to encounter during his village visit was his old traveling companions, the other heroes of courage. Then again, life has been full of surprises lately and it wasn't like he didn't already know that the portals between their worlds are still active. It was only a matter of time before their paths crossed again and honestly, it couldn't have aligned more perfectly.

Happy to see the rest of the Chain again, Hyrule takes the liberty of inviting them back to his home so that they can properly catch up and not be the subject of so many judgment stares from villagers. Throughout the short trip there, the group’s laughter is vibrant as they detail accounts from their recent adventures, soon turning it into a friendly competition of who has the craziest stories.

This conversation stays well alive all the way from their first steps outside of the village gates to the second Hyrule opens the door to his house, at which point the spirited teasing immediately dies off into a stunned silence.

“Oh! Hello again!” You’re just as pleasantly surprised to see the boys as your boyfriend had been, your smile more than welcoming as you turn around to greet them, yet they’re less focused on you and more so on the small infant you cradle in your arms.

“...I think the Traveler wins,” Wild mumbles, his disbelief shared amongst the rest of the group who merely nod distractedly.

“Right! I forgot to mention -” Hyrule excitedly hurries to your side before turning to his friends with a thrilled smile, “- This is our daughter, Hope.”

“You just casually forgot to mention you have a kid now…?” Legend narrows his eyes while pointing to the kid in question. He should probably be more annoyed with Hyrule’s tendency of always skipping over important details, but honestly he’s just too shocked to process it right this second.

“Well, she’s only about a month old. Being a dad now takes some getting used to,” Hyrule defends, rubbing the back of his neck timidly, but when you pass your daughter over to him, he shows practice in the way he gently holds her securely to himself before approaching the boys to properly show her off.

Despite their surprise, they’re eager to crowd around him, each wanting to get a good look to ensure this isn’t some clever joke you’re both pulling on them. Fluffy head of dark wavy hair…A little button nose…Sharp pointed ears…Yep, this baby must be yours. She looks exactly as one would imagine the product of Hyrule’s sex life to look like…

“...Geeze. She’s adorable,” Warrior awes, practically leaning over Legend who elbows him back with a glare.

“Isn’t she?” You preen.

“She’s strong, too,” The Vet acknowledges with an unamused pout. He had made the mistake of holding a finger out to the baby only for her to grasp it in an unwavering grip. His attempts at pulling away are fruitless, not that he’s actually trying that hard. Maybe he even likes the feeling of his heart melting just a bit.

“Congratulations. You two must be very proud,” Time praises kindly, having already felt the joy that comes with being a parent himself. He can recognize it in the way Hyrule and you affectionately watch your giggling baby with a pleasant glow surrounding you both.

“We very much are…”

Muffled commotion outside alerts you to the fact that you have visitors long before they stumble into your home, not even bothering to knock as their excitement gets the better of them. Now, any other day, your husband would be quick to scold such ill-mannered behavior, but fortunately for your guests, he's in far too good of a mood to let it be soured.

So, instead of acknowledging the Chain’s less than graceful entrance, Time immediately rises to his feet with a proud hand left upon your shoulder, "Everyone, we'd like you to meet Saria and Mallory."

The young heroes are in awe as they crowd around the bed just to get a look at the small bundles held within your arms. Sure, they've seen babies before, but these are Time's babies. For many of them, the complicated concept of love alone had once seemed out of reach for any hero of courage, yet here the Old Man is, hitched to a lovely wife and now the lucky father of two adorable daughters. It's an amazing accomplishment, really; one that has the entire Chain feeling happy for him.

"They're so little," Hyrule whispers, scared to speak any louder out of fear he'll accidently wake them.

"They inherited their dad's nose, poor things," Warrior jests, throwing a smirk Time's way.

"They'll grow into them," Rather than take it personally, he chuckles while carefully taking one of the girls from you. Despite having only become a father a few hours ago, he's already a natural at handling them. Ever so gently - as if handling the thinnest of glass - he cradles his daughter to his chest and fixes the tiny hand-sewn blanket around her; a gift from her godmother, Malon, of course.

"You'll have your hands full with twins," Four remarks prudently.

You sigh at the thought, your head thrown back against your pillow, "Ugh, we know…”

Although you’re visibly tired after having undergone hours of stressful labor, you still look upon the baby in your arms with nothing short of pure admiration, clearly having no actual regrets towards having either of them. In your eyes, twins just mean all the more love to give.

"Nothing we can't handle," Time promises before getting a mischievous glimmer in his eye while casually extending his sleeping baby out to Twilight, "This one is Mallory, by the way -"

"- W-Wait -!" The Rancher is immediately caught off guard by it, yet his objections are ignored. Time drops the baby into his arms anyway, practically forcing Twilight to take her, not that he truly minds. A natural around children himself, it takes him only a few seconds to adjust the baby comfortably in his hold.

Blind to the other boys who hover around his shoulders, Twilight's eyes are locked in amazement upon the tiny bean who scrunches her nose and whimpers quietly before soon settling down…To think, this small infant no more than a few hours old is a relative of his. He can't help but wonder how closely related they are. How many generations between them? Three? Two? Maybe even just one? It's a strange thought to consider...but also a very comforting one, too.

"...She's a real beauty, isn't she?" Time asks softly with a strong pat to Twilight's back. The only reply he gets is a wordless nod and whimper as the teary eyed Rancher sniffles.

What kind of horrors do they need to prepare themselves for? That's the question that rings through every hero's head as they approach Wild's home. They're concern only grows when - as if sensing them - the Champion suddenly appears in his open doorway with an ear-to-ear grin greeting them...Not the most comforting sight seeing as they've come all this way under his vague request.

A letter had been sent to each of them only giving the minor hint that there’s a certain 'surprise' he can't wait to show them, and with someone as chaotic as their accident prone centenarian, the Chain has every right to be anxious about it.

Even as they all crowd outside of his home, Wild refuses to add any context, instead maintaining his mysteriously upbeat aura before finally stepping aside to allow them in. It's only then that the heroes realize what his 'surprise' is, welcomed by the sight of you as you stand there matching Wild's grin while holding an unfamiliar baby in your arms. She can't be much older than a few weeks, judging on both her tiny features and the obvious bags under both of her parents’ eyes...

"You have a baby?!" Wind screeches with delight, not wasting a second to race to your side.

"Her name is Mikan," Chuckling, you kneel down to let him better see your pride and joy. It isn't long before you're surrounded by most of the heroes who are immediately taken by your daughter's cuteness.

"When did this happen?" Time inquires through a raised eyebrow, one of the few Links who had remained by the door with Wild.

"Uh, she'll be three weeks old tomorrow," Wild answers, his hand darting up to rub the side of his neck. He knows that isn’t exactly what Time meant, but it’s the easiest answer.

"I didn't think you -..." Begins Twilight quietly. Although he ultimately cuts himself short, the curious look he gives his successor wordless finishes what he might've said.

Nodding slowly with some hesitation, Wild bows his head while looking back over to you. There's a fondness in his eyes as he watches you carefully pass your daughter over for Wind to hold, "I know what I said before. I...I didn't think this was something I could have - something I could want this badly, but...Well…I probably don’t need to tell you how it is…”

Twilight pats Wild’s back with a knowing smirk, indeed understanding. He’s happy to see his friend finally accept the peaceful life he deserves instead of continuing to run away from it, after all, Twilight has never been blind to the curiosity and faint jealousy that would shine in Wild’s eyes whenever listening to the other heroes talk about their families. He’s been long overdue to have one of his own.

"Hey, just one question," While Wind is busy cooing and rocking your daughter, Four turns around to address Wild once they finally join everyone else, "Did you really name your daughter after a fruit?"

Wild's cheeks flare in embarrassment, "I - It can be a pretty name, too!"

"I'm actually the one who chose it," You confess sheepishly, taking the attention away from your partner, "I was really craving tangerines throughout the whole pregnancy."

"At least it's a somewhat normal name. I was half expecting you to name your future kids something like 'Biscuit' or 'Curry'," Legend snorts.

"...We did consider picking 'Sage'.”

Warrior laughs heartily before throwing a hand over Wild shoulder with a suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows, "Can we expect that to be the second child's name then?"

"Woah, woah, woah - Let's settle down now, gentleman,” You immediately scold while also taking the chance to save your poor partner by pulling him away from the onslaught of teasing he was about to endure, “One baby at a time. It’s not easy carrying those things, just ask your wives!”

Four has been off into his own little world - That is to say, he’s been both distracted and extremely tired; a terrible mix, but hey, it’s nothing he hasn’t dealt with before. Despite his eyelids feeling like bricks, he remains awake and alert, arms folded across his chest as he sits in the bedside chair keeping watch over your sleeping form.

You need the rest more than him anyway. Your husband has been through some pretty fearsome and ravenous beasts in his time, yet your work last night easily trumpeted every hell he’s undergone himself. Best to let you sleep unless he wants to change that statement.

A series of echoed knocks send Four bolting through the house, hissing a curse under his breath before tossing the front door open with plans to scold whoever’s on the other side, yet he’s stunned into silence when he realizes it’s no poorly timed mailman, rather the very friends he had invited over…although, they did come a lot sooner than he thought they would…

“WE’VE COME TO SEE -!”

“- SHHH!!!” Four nearly smacks a hand over Wild’s face.

“- …The baby…” Wild finishes with a whisper and a grimace.

Four quickly ushers the Chain inside, allowing them to make themselves comfortable with STRICT orders to keep the noise level down. Yes, their early visit may not have been exactly anticipated, but Four holds no ill feelings towards it, in fact, he’s rather smiley while leading them to the nursery.

“Here they are,” He practically sings, eagerly looking inside the large crib as if he, himself, still can’t get enough of its contents. He has every right to be infatuated, “These are my girls~”

Although Four is bubbling with joy as he admires his little creations, the rest of the Chain stands by with wide eyes. Some even take the time to count each baby just to confirm that they are, indeed, seeing triple. Inside lies three little newborns, each fast asleep after having about as stressful of a day as their parents.

“We’re thinking of naming them Marigold, Amber, and Camelia. You know, keep to the color theme and all…”

“Damn, three of them, huh? You didn’t hold back at all, did you, Smithy?” Warrior observes aloud, much to Four’s instant lack of amusement.

“They’re so cute~” Wind coos, Twilight having to pull him back before he accidentally falls into a crib again.

“I suppose it’s a good thing I brought some of the twins’ old stuff then,” Time hums, his smirk holding a hint of sympathy. Needless to say, he doesn’t miss those early days of juggling babies himself, as much as he loves them dearly.

Four preens at the attention his daughters get, however his smile falters when he notices Sky sticking to the very back of the group, awkwardly rubbing his arm and chewing down on his lip. Four frowns.

“...I’m sorry. We should’ve waited until we told -” He keeps his voice down as he joins the older hero who is quick to shake his head and muster his best smile.

“- No, no. We’re happy for you both. Really…” Despite the sorrow stuck in his voice, Four can tell Sky means every word of it, even the sighed: “...You’re a very lucky guy.”

“...I am,” While there could be more said, he realizes now might not be the time to discuss it. Not with so many new babies in the room.

“No wonder you wanted us to be quiet. I can barely handle one newborn at a time, let alone three at once?” Legend mumbles half to himself, his finger gently cresting one of the baby’s chubby cheeks.

“You know, if you ever find your house getting a little too quiet, you can always babysit -”

“- No way in hell. We already have our hands full as it is.”

#lu time x reader #lu hyrule x reader #lu wild x reader #linked universe x reader #link x reader #linked universe #x reader #reader insert #legend of zelda #lu four x reader

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twilightt-fantasy · 6 months

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standstill [volturi kings]

description: can I get a Volturi Kings story of sorts where the reader is Bella's aunt from Charlie's side, she is their mate and they find out she is pregnant with their baby. how would they handle it?

requested by: anon

warnings: cursing, mention of abortion, pregnancy, mention of childbirth

this one is pretty long, i hope you all enjoy! thanks for requesting!

"fuck." she muttered under her breath, her eyes locked on the stick laying on the bathroom sink. "fuck, fuck, fuck."

the two pink lines on the pregnancy test stared back, mocking her as thousands of worries ran through her mind. this wasn't supposed to be possible - her lovers were vampires and therefore dead, which meant that pregnancy should not have been possible.

of course, there had been one exception in that rule - her niece, bella swan, had also gotten pregnant by her vampire husband. that had been a horrifying experience for everyone involved. bella died from childbirth and she had barely been lucky enough to turn into a vampire after the fact.

as a human herself, the queen of the vampire world did not want to go through the same thing.

"fuck." she said again, feeling tears build up in her eyes as she leaned her elbows against the sink and sunk her fingers in her hair. it had taken her a few days to build up the courage to leave the castle a buy a test, and it took a few days more to make herself take the test.

the missed period was the first sign, but she convinced herself that it was just a change in cycle for her. then she began feeling sick, nauseas throughout the day, major headaches, fatigue, and the list went on.

she didn't know what to do - how was she supposed to bring this up to her three mates? caius, aro, and marcus were protective enough of her as it was, but now to have their child in her?

she knew abortion was an option, knew she could take a trip down to the castle's infirmary to get it done but she didn't know if she could bring herself to do that. and even if she could, the kings would find out soon enough.

she heard the bathroom door open but didn't move from her position - God only knew how long she had been in the bathroom and she knew eventually that her kings would come looking for her. "piccolina?"

marcus' voice was the first she heard but she didn't react. "tesoro, what is it?"

a cold hand landed on her back, one of her mate's gently caressing her. she opened her watery eyes, gaze catching on someone's slender fingers curling over the test on the sink. "what is this?"

"i'm pregnant." her voice was small, head still in her hands and tears spilling over onto her cheeks.

"pregnant?" caius spoke, sounding bewildered. behind her, the blonde king poked his head next to aro, who stood silently as he stared at the test in his hands. marcus looked to the two of them in concern but his hand didn't leave her back. "are you sure?"

"pretty positive." she answered.

she sniffled, finally raising her head to look at the three. they were all quiet, aro still not looking away from the test. "someone say something."

"i - that... shouldn't be-" caius stuttered and she closed her eyes again, not used to the king being so out of character. "that shouldn't be possible."

"it has been before." she said quietly. "we should have been more careful after edward and bella."

marcus' free hand landed on her belly and she turned her head to look at him. his crimson eyes stared back at her softly and she felt some of her nerves melt away.

"how are you feeling about this?" aro finally spoke, his voice steady and calm, not betraying how he felt even a little bit.

she simply stuck her hand out to him but spoke anyway to share her thoughts with caius and marcus. "terrified, of course. we all saw what happened to bella and i'd prefer not to experience the same thing."

"you know your options, my love." caius told her, stepping closer to put his own hands on her. "we'll support any decision."

"do you three even want a child?" she asked, looking towards aro as he continued to look through her thoughts. "i haven't asked how you all felt about this."

"it would be a big change for sure." aro gripped her hand tighter, his touch turning into something more tender and loving. "and we would love to have a child with you but ultimately it is you who goes through the process and therefore your decision."

"and we would need to have a lot of precautions in place to prevent a pregnancy like bella's." marcus spoke. "any sign of distress or event that puts your life in danger will change everything."

"i understand." she nodded. "and before we decide anything, let's go see the doctor and call carlisle. we can decide after that."

aro nodded, stepping forward to kiss her forehead. "don't ever doubt that we don't want everything with you, my love. but you're safety will always come first."

the queen smiled, understanding that her kings wouldn't let a thing happen to her. as she covered marcus' hand on her belly with hers, she couldn't help the gratitude that flooded over her and knew that with her mates, everything would work out in the end.

#twilight #twilight imagine #twilight imagines #twilight x reader #twilight oneshot #volturi #caius volturi #marcus volturi #aro volturi #aro volturi x reader #caius volturi x reader #marcus volturi x reader

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neighborlystudios · 15 days

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・﹒・ two roads

Summary: After your father racked up a huge bounty on him from being the leader of a crime gang, you finally got the courage to kill him. However, the Ghoul arrives intending to kill him unaware the man was already dead. He gives you two options- let him have the bounty and he'll offer you protection if you come with him, or be alone and at risk for other unsavory people to hunt you down.

Warnings: 18+, suggestive content, death, blood, coercion, flirty Cooper

Pairing: The Ghoul/Cooper Howard x GN!reader

Notes: H! I am now in the Fallout fandom thanks to the show. My only experience with Fallout was the mobile game Fallout Shelter lmfao played that on and off since 2017. Started a new vault tho! I got some show characters including The Ghoul >:)

Blood dripped down the knife as you stared at his lifeless corpse, your form hunched over, breathing heavy, eyes wide and frenzied, hair sticking up all over the place, staring down at the body as the red liquid stained and soaked into the floor beneath him.

You finally did it.

He wasn't a good father, but your mother helped curb his less savory habits. Well, she was gone now.

You only stayed with him out of obligation, but as the days wore on, so did he. He was born and raised up here, however your mother was a genuine Vault Dweller who left her vault and made a new life up here.

Including dating your father.

He started a small gang purely to find the people that had killed her, and ended up becoming one of the fiercest crime gang leaders in California. There was a high bounty on him and he was always on alert. Not around you though.

It was an easy stab to the heart.

You had never killed anyone before though- but your dad was the one who had raised you to protect yourself.

How ironic.

But you weren't a killer. You weren't used to being able to take someone's life with your own hands.

Things change.

You still could have sworn time stopped as you didn't move, still staring at the corpse. Should you feel bad? Guilty? Regret? Maybe. But you didn't. He wasn't a perfect father, you couldn't care less.

You didn't know how much time had passed before you heard the creaking of the front door open and steps on the floor. Whipping your body to face the source with the still bloody knife at the ready, the thing that walked through the door wasn't what you expected.

"Well now, it seems like I was too slow this time, usually I ain't" You heard of him, who didn't? He was a cowboy, ghoul bounty hunter- and the best in the country. You just didn't think he would ever cross your path despite your parents being involved with people like him. He was more a myth to you.

"Not much of a talker, eh? You his child I assume?" Still in shock over everything, you gave him a small nod as you must still look frenzied. He chuckled as he walked closer, yet you didn't move one inch, even as he gently grabbed your wrist that was holding the knife and tossed it onto the floor, plucking it from your hand with ease. You just watched as he smirked.

"Your first kill is always the roughest, don't worry though- you'll get used to it"

"Don't kill me" You meant to sound louder, firmer, it just came out as a whisper, a plea. Shaky, you watched as he just chuckled at your weakness. You may have just killed someone, but that didn't mean you didn't feel trauma from it.

"I ain't gonna kill ya, but I am claiming that bounty. Runnin' low on caps, I'm sure ya understand" A small part of you felt a bit calmer from his voice, you liked it in a very special way, but the survival part of your brain was stronger than the hormonal part, so you couldn't fully take it. You were still in shock after killing your father, after all.

"But- but I need those caps more" His eyebrow raised as he took you in, looking up and down, and it made you shiver in a way that wasn't out of fear.

"Oh really now? How about this-" He released you, causing you to stumble back a few steps and cradle your thankfully uninjured wrist.

"You let me have the bounty and I'll protect ya, meaning- you come with me" You narrowed your eyes at the last part. Protect you?

"Against what? Against who?" He was silent, telling you that it was something you certainly weren't dumb enough not to realize. After some time, it finally hit you"

"My dad's men..."

"Are not gonna be too happy to see their leader gone, killed by his only child nonetheless" The realization made your blood freeze, chills ran up your spine as you knew exactly who would go after you first and exactly how he would kill you.

"I can survive...I'll find a way" You were lying to yourself as there was no way you could live against your father's gang, but you didn't want to be protected by a stranger- who was a ghoul not to mention.

"Ok then" He stood right in front of you and leaned down- face only inches away- and put his mouth right next to your ear. Yet again, you shivered at his closeness, tingles going down your spine and at the same time, you could sense that something changed within him then.

"Don't come crying for me when you're bleeding out shot up like a shooting range" He whispered before slightly nipping at your ear and slowly pulling away, gauging your reaction. Heat consumed your entire face as you now felt the signs of arousal present in your body. Staring at him, you felt the overwhelming sense of attraction start to fester. Fuck- was he genuinely into you, playing some twisted game just to fuck with you, or trying to further manipulate you?

"I get a cut, seventy percent" Your voice was so shaky, between the arousal and the fact that he knew exactly what buttons to push, you couldn't believe you were going along with this. With him. But his face lit up at your inference of agreeing to let him protect you.

"Fifty" You then got right up to his ear, just like what he did.

"Sixty and final offer"

Hook.

"Or else I'll take my chances"

Line.

You bit his ear, giving it a small lick before pulling away.

Sinker.

His breath hitched as he looked at you with eyes full of nothing but lust and curiosity. He then suddenly grabbed your shoulders and slammed you against the closest wall, his lips ghosting yours. Your heart was hammering out of your chest as you waited in bated breaths, arousal spiking your sex.

"Come. With. Me" He was firm, but not angry. He was more...pent up, growing frustrated with you throwing back what he was giving you. You could tell he was hard without looking down.

"Something tells me there's a specific reason you want to protect me, isn't there, Ghoul?" Despite only knowing each other for less than ten minutes, you already felt comforted in his hold, and you both knew how to get under the other's skin.

The attraction was- self assured- mutual and instant.

Neither of you could or would deny it, just never admit it directly.

Instead, it would linger in the air, charged like lightening.

"And if so?" Now that the earlier tension was gone, you could fully take in all forms of him, including his accent. That accent was old, very old, so old that had to of been from pre-war. Nobody spoke like he did.

Nobody.

"I'll pack my things" Pushing him away, you walk towards your bedroom to gather a bag when you passed by your father's body and stopped.

"By the way- what part of him did they want?"

"The head"

"Go ahead, just please cover it. I...I don't want to see it" Shaking your head to rid you of that thought, you let him do...that as you ignored the sounds of mutilation as you put your best and favorites into a backpack. You were very selective about what you brought, since you know would forever be moving around. Going out into the main room again, you were surprised at what you saw, or rather, lack of. Instead of just covering the head up in some makeshift bag, he draped a curtain he ripped off from one of the rods and laid it over his body.

"Thought you didn't want to see it again at all. Now let's go, we're wasting daylight" The ball of fabric that was now connected to his belt swayed back and forth as he exited through the front door, stopping right before he walked onto the sand after he realized that you haven't moved.

"You comin'?"

#fallout #fallout series #cooper howard #cooper howard x reader #the ghoul #the ghoul x reader #fallout x reader

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gatitties · 5 months

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Hello again my little butterfly 🦋✨

I came to place another order if that's ok! so, the scenario is a One Piece AU, where YN has an arranged marriage with Shanks, who is one of the richest men in town, but even so, YN decides to run away on her wedding day and throw herself off a bridge, but she can't, they find her and the family manages to bring her back to the wedding, Shanks is a man very much in love with YN, the moment he sees the sadness in YN's eyes when she walks up the aisle and puts the ring on her finger Shanks, he decides to conquer her and make her the happiest wife in the world! ( PS: Shanks is in a desperate situation when he learns that his beloved literally decided to throw herself off a bridge rather than stay with him, even little sad :( )

─Shanks x wife!reader

─Summary: you didn't want to be part of that ceremony, but you're not brave enough to run away either

─Warnings: slight mention of suicide attempt, modern AU

Oh hi hi love!! 🫶🏻🦋 you really like angst 😳

You ignored the perplexed looks of people, without stopping or thinking about a second option, you gripped the thin white fabric of your wedding dress harder so as not to trip over it, your shoes had long since disappeared so you could run more comfortably. You didn't want this, you didn't want to marry an unknown guy, no one thought about your feelings? It's not something your parents have the right to play with and you weren't going to let them ruin your life for financial convenience.

The moment adrenaline started to increase when you saw how you were now being persecuted, probably due to the absence in the ceremony that was taking place in the nearby church, you felt bad for the man you had been engaged to, since it wasn't his fault either and you didn't even know him enough to determine that he was a horrible person, but this decision was too hasty and you definitely didn't agree to this.

With your heart in your throat you ran until you tripped over your own sore feet, your breathing accelerated even more when you heard shouts of your name, taking courage again you stood up with a new impetus, although when you noticed how the distance between your pursuers was shortening more and more, your brain began to draw an extreme line in your thoughts.

Would it hurt? Could you die? Well, you were going to see for yourself what it felt like to jump off a bridge just to avoid facing an unwanted fate.

You quickly climbed onto the thick railing, stabilizing yourself standing on it, the next few seconds felt like a blur, like a part of memory that was difficult to remember, the fear of possible death and the indecision that comes with taking a long time to jump into the void made one of the guys chasing you caught you before you did something crazy.

The next thing you know after that, you were back in one of the private rooms of the church, being yelled at by your mother while your father looked on disapprovingly, you didn't care, nothing mattered to you at that moment, you let them go back to put on your makeup, you let them put new shoes on you and they changed the dirty surface fabric of your dress as if you were a doll, lifeless.

The ceremony returned to its course, Shanks waited awkwardly all this time at the altar, and when he saw you appear next to him his heart shattered, you weren't even looking at him, your eyes were lost somewhere far away in this unwanted reality, you lacked any kind of expression. He knew it, he knew how you felt, and yet he felt a little selfish for wanting to be your husband, for wanting to love you unconditionally, this marriage may be arranged, but he admired every drop of courage you poured out to prevent this event, every anger and every fierce response you gave to the first meetings between both families.

"Now… husband and wife, you can kiss each other."

You were both so absorbed in your own thoughts that you barely heard the priest's last words. Shanks was the first to step forward, holding your waist slowly as if he were asking permission and asking if it was okay to do so. You didn't move an inch, your eyes were still lost even when he sealed your fate with a cold kiss devoid of love, at least, lacking on your part.

Shanks knew it wouldn't be easy, that you weren't going to trust, that he wasn't going to receive tons of affection, even looks, he knew you were in a delicate state, after all, you'd rather almost kill yourself than get married.

You didn't bother with his emotions, you didn't bother to ask about his tastes, his hobbies or how his day had been, you just spent the days dead, repeating your routine, your life remained the same in a way, a few more numbers in the account. but in exchange of what? Your freedom and decision. You were hurt, you had been damaged by your own parents, your emotional wounds would not heal overnight and you would refuse to show a modicum of affection until you recovered.

Shanks knew that he would have to sleep alone for months, that an empty house would await him, that all his praise and gifts would be quickly discarded, but it doesn't matter, maybe you didn't look for him or you didn't want him, but as your husband, he would do everything he could to at least help you cope with the situation, he really loves you, but it won't be easy to win your affection because you never wanted this.

Your heart began to heal over time, it took a long time, you decided to completely break the relationship with your family, although before they were the only ones you could turn to, Shanks showed you that he would be there, that despite not being the husband that you chose as such, made you trust him, made you feel loved again.

He wasn't a bad man, he wasn't the most wonderful person in the world either, but he proved to be enough for you to stop feeling that emptiness inside your heart, step by step he managed to break the walls that you built around your emotions, Shanks turned out to be something unexpected in your life, someone you didn't think would be so important and he was able to grant some peace, some happiness back into your life.

Maybe you are not yet ready to accept that he is your husband, but you slowly began to meet someone you could voluntarily fall in love with.

#one piece #op #one piece x reader #one piece modern au #modern au #shanks #shanks x reader #x reader #husband shanks #wife reader #fem reader #request #one piece x fem reader #shanks x wife reader #sfw #reader insert #xreader #angst?

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raineydays411 · 10 months

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My Fathers Daughter pt 10

A different perspective

Dick Grayson has always been used to being the first.

He was the first Robin, the first son, the first to be picked for almost anything.

Hell he was the first child as far as he knew. So imagine his surprise when he finds out his mother not only has a whole secret daughter, but one that she completely abandoned.

He could still hardly believe it.

He couldn't stop thinking about the night they found out about her. The look on Christine's face, it was one he's never seen before. The look of shock and almost disbelief, like she had seen a ghost.

In a way she did.

The ghost of the life she left behind with Tony and Y/n Stark. Now Christine was trying so desperately to revive it. As if she didn't murder it with her own hands. And while Dick himself had reservations with these actions, Christine was his mother before anything, and he was going to help her no matter what.

So here he was, standing outside the bedroom of his mothers long lost daughter, trying to figure out something to say. It shouldn't be too hard, seeing as Jason of all people managed to get you to open up.

And yet, here he is. Unable to muster up the courage to simply knock on the door.

"This is fucking ridiculous", Dick thinks to himself, "Just knock, what's the worst that can happen?"

Lost in his own thoughts, Dick didn't notice the shadow under the door, and was startled by the sudden swing of it opening and you standing there.

"I can hear your thinking over my music." You said a little annoyed," Is there something I can do for you or...?"

Dick blinked trying to gather all of his thoughts, he really didn't know what to say to you. This is the first time you've said more than three syllables to him.

You stared back, face revealing how uncomfortable you were getting with this prolonged eye contact.

"Riiiight, so im just gonna" You say taking steps to shut the door in his face

"Wait!" The raven haired man shouts, "Wait, please."

You stop with a sigh and open the door, inviting him in, " Alright, come on."

Dick walks in, looking around at the room that actually used to be his when he first moved in.

He mentions as much trying to break the awkward silence.

"Hm, and you were okay staying in a room that was copied from a dracula movie?" You say snarkily

"Well to be fair I was 12 and watched my parents die in front of me, I wasn't really looking at the decor." He says half joking.

You made a face and looked away, feeling even more awkward.

"Anyways, I just wanted to you know...see how you were settling in" Dick starts, " Its been a few months and it feels like we hardly even see you."

You pause, thinking of what to say. But before you even have a chance to say anything Dick continues.

"You know, moms really excited that you're here." He starts, " Honestly I don't think I've ever seen her this excited over anything. She's usually very level headed."

You stare at him

"I mean, you know how she is I suppose she is your mother too."

You stare

"I know she probably really missed you, she gets lonely sometimes you know? Everyone here usually has their own thing going on and we don't really get to see her as much."

Nothing from you

" Well, I guess she see's Damian more than any of us but that's because he's basically her baby."

Okay...that hurt

"I mean, I think he was the youngest when he came to use, I think he was like nine or something. And he was not the easiest to get along with. So don't worry that he hasn't warmed up to you yet."

You hum, already irritated with this conversation.

"He's also really protective of our mom, she's done alot to make sure their relationship is as good as it is." he says offhandedly, " Actually she's done it for all of us."

"Oh really?" You ask with no real intrest.

"Yeah! I remember one time when I was little she always made it a point to spend time with me even though she was so busy." He says fondly.

You decide to play along and remince on the memories that you buried long ago.

"You know, when I was younger, Christine used to take me out of school and take me to see ballet shows." You say with a slight smile, " I was in classes back then and loved watching the older girls dance."

Dick smiled, feeling as if he made some progress with you, " Really? I think she actually takes Cassie and Steph to those sometimes, you should ask to tag along I'm sure she'll love it."

You cringe, feeling another needle in your heart. Not even your memerioes were sacred.

"Yeah no thanks." You reply harshly, " I don't like ballet anymore."

Dick pauses, shocked at the sudden shift in atmosphere.

"I--"

And before he can say anything you cut him off, feigning a yawn

"Hey look, not that I don't love our little chats, but I am beat."

"Oh! right, sorry I guess it is getting a bit late.."Dick say hopping up from your bed and walking to the door, " Y/n, you know its really nice talking to you. You should try and open up more."

You smile sarcastically, " you know, something you and mother have in common is that you both like talking at me, not to me."

And with that you shut the door, promptly ending the conversation and sending Dick spiraling.

In fact, the statement bothered him so much that he went seeking a second opinion.

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"Yeah... I don't know how to help you man."

"Oh come on! Jason, you and her are like...bosom buddies or something."

"Bosom buddies? How old are you?" Jason scoffs, " Look, what you and everyone here doesn't understand is that Y/n has a family waiting for her. She's not going to except mom as her mom because her mom is still alive and well."

"But...technically our mom is her mom." Dick says hesitantly, " And if I were her I'd be thrilled to have my mom back."

"Dick. Your mom didn't abandon you for a different family." Jason says annoyed he's not getting it, "What the hell is wrong with you, you're usually so level headed about this stuff?"

Dick pauses.

To be honest he doesn't know why he's being so hard headed about the whole situation.

He knows that he doesn't like seeing his mother sad, and lately seeing her face when you reject every move she maked to make amends is heartbreaking to him.

That was his mother. The woman who took him in as her own when his biological parents died.

The same woman that stayed by his side no matter how moody, rude, and bratty he first acted when he first arrived. She took his grief on as her own and basically put him back together along with Bruce. He can still remember the night he considered her his mother.

He had just started out as Robin, and had just got back from patrol. It was a rough night.

First, it was the middle of autumn and raining heavily, he and Bruce weren't getting along this particular night and he overall was just having a bad night. So needless to day he was a little rougher with the baddies he was fighting tonight.

Bruce had already reprimanded him throughout the night about his unnecessary force but Dick did not want to hear it. It got so bad that Dick was just going off own his own without Batmans orders, and thats where the trouble began.

Dick had jumped the gun again, throwing himself into a fight with some drug dealers , not realizing that there were one too many for a fourteen year old to handle by himself. They quickly overpowered him, and ganged up on the poor boy.

He was given quite the beating before Batman caught up to him and basically saved him.

In pain and with a bruised ego, he had to listen to yet another lecture from the irritated (actually extremely worried) dark knight, and one from Alfred who was also extremely worried while he cleaned up the child.

He has finally marched to his room in a huff and after he shut the door, was finally able to reveal in the fact that he almost died. He was lost in thought, finally feeling the fear and pain in every move he made as he tried to crawl under the covers when he heard a knock on the door.

In she came, with a tray of goodies she personally made,staying home from a business trip he had known she was going to go on. She crawled into the bed with him, held him to her chest and allowed him to cry.

"You may be a big brave superhero" She said to him, " But here in this home, you're my son. My baby, and you are allowed to cry if you need to. I won't judge you. I won't say a word."

And he did. He cried.

He cried because he was hurting. He cried because he was angry. Angry because he was beat up. Because he was lectured all night. Because he missed his parents.

But most of all, because he felt as if he was forgetting them. He was having such a good time at the Wayne manor, grew to love the Waynes as the parents they intended to be to him. He felt as if he was betraying his parents. The parents that had raised him up to that point.

And here he was, laying cuddled up to Christine the same way he would with his mother. But at this point the two of them are blurring together, to the point where he can't tell where his mother ends and Christine starts.

This woman, took him in and wrapped him in love.

Love that he thought he would never feel again after that tragic night.

A love that, he honestly cannot imagine never having.

It was something that he couldn't begin to repay her. He wouldn't know how. Where to start.

Rekindling his mother with the daughter she lost. Gave up.

That was the least he could do. He'd do it for her.

But, after the conversation he had with Jason, he went home and thought about it. Actually really thought about it.

The year he came into the Wayne's lives, Christine stopped going on her business trips.

Not all at once, but she would push them back.

Usually because Dick had needed her.

She pushed her trips back until eventually, she just stopped going.

She hadn't said much, just saying that she realized that she was needed at home more than they needed her over there. But even at that age, Dick noticed she was sad. She kept her composure around the family, but once Dick had seen her crying in a pantry deleting something off her phone.

He had thought it was weird but after a few months she was okay.

No crying, no sadness.

And... now that he thinks about it. While he was being wrapped up in love there was another child in New York, who's life was being completely unraveled. All because of him.

And maybe...the reason he was trying so hard to rekindle you and Christine wasn't really because of Christine.

But because since that night, the night you were revealed to be her daughter, he did the math. And he just wanted to give you back the mother he unknowingly stole away from you.

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forever ~ rafe cameron

"Will you marry me?"

That was the question that had changed your life a couple of months ago.

Your long-term boyfriend, Rafe Cameron, had finally got the courage to ask you to marry him, after being in a relationship for more than 4 years together.

He had saved up money from his job to buy you the ring with his own earned money, not with the money his family had.

The beautiful diamond ring has been beautifully sitting on your ring finger ever since the night he got on one knee, there being very few occasions when you would take it off. You often found yourself just staring at the jewel on your finger, mesmerized by the diamond and what it signified for you and Rafe.

A first step to your forever life together, side by side.

Planning for your wedding had been the most stressful, yet most beautiful period of your life up to that point. Getting to organize the wedding of your dreams with Rafe was magical, building up the ever growing excitement for the fast-approaching wedding date.

Before you knew it, you were waking up on the morning of your wedding day, stretching out to find Rafe's side of the bed empty and cold.

You sighed, remembering that your families had insisted that you two don't see each other on your wedding day before the aisle, and you didn't want to admit it, but you missed seeing Rafe already and you had barely just opened your eyes.

A ding from your phone made you snap out of your thoughts and pick it up, smiling once you saw that it was a text from Rafe.

good morning angel, i hope you slept well <3 i know you're probably sad we didn't get to wake up next to each other, i'm just as hurt by that. but look on the bright side, in a couple of hours we'll finally be married and wake up next to each other every morning for the rest of our lives. i love you and i can't wait to see you walking down the aisle to me <33

Your heart could have exploded just because of that message, butterflies erupting in your stomach. Even after so many years of knowing each other and being together, Rafe still managed to make you shy and flustered every time.

You quickly typed out a response before you heard a soft knock on your bedroom door.

"Honey? Are you awake?" the quiet and muffled voice of your mother asked from behind the door, prompting you to get up and open the door.

"Hi mom" your smile was contagious, but your mother's was 10 times more so than yours.

Ever since she learned the news of your engagement, she couldn't stop talking about it and smiling constantly, over the moon that her daughter was finally getting married.

"Morning honey. How are you feeling?" she quickly looked left and right to make sure Rafe wasn't anywhere near you before she walked in and closed the door behind her.

Your mother and Rafe's sisters were tasked with guarding you from seeing Rafe and your brother along wit your father were tasked with keeping him away from you.

A task that was going to prove to be difficult because Rafe couldn't stand being away from you for long.

"Nervous, but excited at the same time. I just can't believe I'm really getting married in a few hours" you were giddy, holding your mother's hands excitedly.

"Oh, my sweet girl. You're all grown up" your mother's voice started quivering and tears suddenly appeared in her eyes, making you shush her and bring her in a hug.

"Mom, please don't cry. You're going to make me cry too" you said as you pouted, hugging your mother close.

Ever since your mother had met Rafe, she had been sure that he was going to be the man you were going to end up marrying. Fast-forward, turns out she had been right.

Several hours later, with the help of your mother, Wheezie and Sarah, you were all glammed up in your dress, getting ready for your father to come and get you.

A knock on your door signaled that it was time for the ceremony, making your stomach churn with nerves.

"Are you ready sweetheart?" your father asked you as he gave you your arm, standing in front of the still-closed doors of the church.

You let out a big sigh and nodded, giving him a convincing smile. You held the bouquet in your other hand, feet tapping against the floor impatiently.

Once you heard the music starting and the doors slowly started to open, you knew the moment had finally come. Everyone in the room turned around to look at you, big gasps echoing through the big church.

However, your eyes were only on Rafe, who was waiting for you at the alter with your brother and Topper by his side.

"Hi" you mouthed to him once you made eye contact, making him smile widely and wiping a tear that had escaped from his eyes.

The walk towards Rafe felt like an eternity to you, when in reality it had only been a minute. You had got lost in Rafe's eyes, your attention only focusing in on him.

"Take care of my girl" your father told your soon-to-be husband once you reached the alter and Rafe took your hand from your father.

"I promise, sir" he said, gently helping you up the few steps.

"Hello, everyone" the reverend began speaking. "We are gathered here today to celebrate the marriage between these two exceptional young people, Y/N and Rafe. I can see how excited the bride and the groom are, so I won't make this any longer than it should be. Y/N, Rafe, have you prepared your vows?" you both nodded, and then the reverend motioned for you to go first.

You let out a breath, suddenly a little bit nervous. But as you looked into Rafe's eyes, you suddenly relaxed and realized there was nothing to be nervous about, not when it came to him.

"Rafe, my love, I can't even begin to explain to you how much I love and appreciate you. You came into my life at a point when I didn't believe that love was real, that I was worthy of being so passionately and irrevocably loved by someone. But you showed me what real love is, you taught me to push myself and achieve every goal I set for myself. You always push me to be my best self and you have helped me grow as a person and mature. You always know what to say, you can always read me even when I don't want to say anything, you know me better than I know myself. I promise to love and to cherish you from this forward and until the day we are no longer going to be on this planet. I love you and I can't wait to see what the rest of our lives looks like" tears had started pouring down yours and Rafe's cheeks, making everyone in the audience also tear up.

"How can I top that?" Rafe joked, making your families laugh as well. "Y/N, the love I have for you is consuming, it's so strong I don't even know what to do with it sometimes. You have helped me become a better man, take responsibilities for my actions and be more understanding of life. You showed me that I had a purpose in this world and that made me realize my life's purpose is to love you and to show you how much you mean to me. I know I'm not the easiest person to be with, but I'm trying to be better for you every single day, to show you that I deserve to be married to you because you only deserve the best. I promise to love you and care for you for the rest of our lives, keep you safe and I will make it my life's mission to make sure you never lack anything. I can't wait to spend the rest of my life by your side, baby. I love you so much"

Everyone in the room was crying by the end, including your father who you had never seen crying before.

"The rings?" the reverend turned to your brother, who fished them out of his pocket.

"Y/N, do you take Rafe Cameron to be your lawfully wedded husband, to live together in holy matrimony, to love him, to honor him, to comfort him, and to keep him in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?"

"I do" you proudly exclaimed and slid the ring on Rafe's left hand.

"Rafe, do you take Y/N Y/L/N to be your lawfully wedded wife, to live together in holy matrimony, to love her, to honor her, to comfort her, and to keep her in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?"

"I do" Rafe slid the ring on your left hand as well, taking both of your hands in his after.

"By the power invested in me, I pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride" Rafe didn't waste another second before he pulled you to him, taking your face in his hands and kissing you deeply.

The whole room started cheering and clapping, but you didn't hear anything else around you.

You only felt Rafe kissing you, sharing your first moment as husband and wife.

When you both pulled away, whispers of 'I love you' were shared between you, quiet so nobody could hear.

And as you both walked out of the church hand-in-hand, you knew that you were ready for anything life had to offer you as long as you had each other.

Mr. and Mrs. Cameron against the world, forever.

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» Pairing: Emily Prentiss x Reader » Warnings: just a little fluffy something for valentines day, readers first relationship with a woman (short mention of prior relationships, therefore implied bisexuality; but no gender for exes mentioned), anxious and nervous reader, mentions of alcohol and alcohol consumption, pet names (reader is called my love), » A/N: written with fem!reader in mind but I left out any mentions of gender for the reader, as well as skin-color

You felt sick. So incredibly sick. The heavy stone that had formed in your stomach for the last couple of hours just wouldn't go away and on top, your heart beat so hard and fast that it made you feel dizzy.

A glance at the clock told you that it was almost time for Emily to arrive. "Oh god, oh god, ohh my god...", was all you could mumble to yourself as you ran around your apartment like a headless chicken, to make sure everything was ready. That everything was perfect. You needed it to be perfect.

To be honest, you felt like you had no idea what you were doing. Not a single clue. None of your exes were big on celebrating valentine's day in any kind of way, and for the last few years you had been single. So not only had you never really celebrated valentine's day before, but more importantly: it was your first relationship with a woman.

It had only been about a month since you started dating Emily. After a couple too many shots of tequila on new years eve, the liquid courage had made you bolder than you could have imagined. So, when the countdown to midnight reached zero and the both of you hugged and exchanged a "happy new year!", you had cupped her cheeks and kissed her. You were so overwhelmed at the moment, that you left the party without another word to anyone and ran home. Literally ran home. The next day Emily stood in front of your door, fresh coffee and croissants from your favorite bakery in her hand and you talked about your feelings for each other.

A part of you wished, all of this would have happened on another day. Don't get me wrong, you loved every second you were able to spend with her. But it was all so new to you, and today seemed like such a big day for some reason. Maybe you wouldn't be as nervous if you would have been dating for longer than a month. Then, if you would have gotten more used to being with her romantically, you wouldn't freak out as much as you were right now.

I mean, this wasn't your first date with each other, nor was it the first time Emily came to your place and / or stayed the night. But there was something about days like this - birthdays, valentine's day, or other holidays like christmas for example - that felt even more special when you are in love and spend them with your partner. And even though the both of you had been friends for years beforehand, it just was different now. Especially so early on in the relationship.

You nervously gnawed on your bottom lip as you let your gaze wander around the place. The food - a recipe by the courtesy of one David Rossi - was in the oven and would soon be done; so, check. Plates and cutlery out on the table; check. Emily had said, that she would bring some wine; therefore, check. The dozens of candles you had placed all around the apartment were lit; check. Nice outfit; check. The bouquet of flowers you got for Emily; che-

The door bell rang so sudden it startled you and it was a surprise you didn't scream. Your heart threatened to jump out of its confinement as you walked to the door. Taking a deep breath you reached for the door handle, your hands trembling.

The first thing you saw was a big, beautiful bouquet of your favorite flowers. Emily exhaled as if she had held her breath and fleshed you a big smile, her eyes shining and full of love as she took you in. "Hello, my love. Happy valentine's day."

"Hi", you breathed, your own lips stretching into a wide smile, "happy valentine's day." You took a step aside to let her in. After you closed the door behind her, you took the bouquet from her and buried your nose in the flowers, taking a deep breath. "Thank you, they are beautiful."

"I'm glad you like them." Emily smiled as you placed a kiss on her lips.

You hurried to put the flowers in a vase and placed them on the table in your living room, while Emily took off her coat. You were speechless for a moment when you saw her. The fabric of the red dress she wore hugged her body like a second skin, knee-length, with a slit on the right side that ended just centimetres under her hip.

Emily did little to mask her amusement when she saw you staring at her. But her amusement was quickly erased by awe when her gaze wandered around the room. Now, it was her time to be speechless, as she took in the scenery. The candles you had placed on almost every possible - and safe - surface, the rose petals that you had placed everywhere, the dimmed lights and the soft music that played in the background.

"Wow... That's...", she started, her brows furrowing as she looked for the right word. You grew nervous. Was it too much? Should you maybe had stopped at music and candles and leave the rose petals?

But before the little voice in the back of you head had any chance to get louder, Emily closed the space between you, reached up to cup your cheek with one hand and run her thumb over your cheekbone. The other found its place on your hip. "Beautiful. It's.." Again, she tried tried to find the right words, but not one came close to describe what she felt.

"So, you like it?", you asked shyly. Emily's gaze flickered between your lips and your eyes as she nodded. "Yeah", she breathed and kissed you.

You pulled her closer and melted into her kiss, into her touch. It didn't take long for Emily to softly nibble at your bottom lip and swiping the tip of her tongue over it. Your lips parted and a soft moan left your throat when your tongues met.

When the alarm clock you had set for when you had to get the food out of the oven rang, neither of you moved. All you did was whisper "Food's ready" in between kisses, but instead of pulling away you pressed your body closer to Emily's.

She smiled into the kiss. "Mmh, I think, I want some dessert first."

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The Lonely Souls Club 2

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as stalking, loneliness, noncon, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

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Summary: Two lost souls cross, but not all those are lost, want to be found.

Characters: Bucky Barnes

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Bucky

Bucky feels along the iron bars of the grated door. The metal beneath his leather glove could twist it easily. He doesn’t want to scare her so he won’t. She can’t know he was there. Not yet.

He made up his mind when he saw her leave. He doesn’t have the courage to introduce himself but he can make himself known in other ways. Even in those she doesn’t even notice. He’s going to give her what she needs most; safety.

He slides the file from his sleeve and sets to fiddling with the key slot above the handle. His frustration almost has him breaking the mechanism. No, he can’t. He can pick a damn lock, he’s done it before, it just so happens it’s always easier and faster to just punch a hole through it.

Finally, he gets the door open but there’s another. He sighs and lets the heavier door lean on his arm. Good, she’s not entirely helpless. The double barrier reassures him but you can never be too safe. Especially someone like her. He’s not stupid, he’s definitely not the only one to notice her and her warm eyes or soft lips.

The second lock is much quicker than the last. He closes both as he enters and stops to listen. There’s a thumping above followed by a scream. The churlish wail of a misbehaving child.

He looks around. There isn’t much to the apartment. A single room; a couch with a pull out mattress with its back to the kitchenette set against the far wall. In the corner, just to the left of the counter, there’s another door. He peeks inside; the bathroom stands dark and slightly dingy.

A pang plucks in his chest. She shouldn’t live like this. One room. Like a cage for a mouse. She deserves a lot more than this. If only he could give it to her. He will, when she’s ready to let him.

He paces around, taking in every inch. Her scent lingers. He thinks of sitting on the mattress, of smelling the pillows, but he doesn’t want to disturb too much. Instead, he sets to work.

First, the photos. He takes pictures of every inch. As reference, as fodder for the fantasies that build themselves in his head. Then comes the most important step.

He scratches his chest, his tags sticking to his skin. He didn't realise how he was sweating. He's all worked up, his mind laser focused but his nerves entirely scattered.

He unslings the bag from his shoulder and takes out the small lens. It sits on his fingertip, barely visible against the leather of his glove. One of the few perks that come with his work. A rare benefit between the sleepless nights and bruised ribs.

He puts one in each corner, making certain with the app on his phone that he has all vantage points. He adjusts the one nearest the door. He’ll add one outside as well. Should he put one in the bathroom too?

He crosses the front room and flips on the light for the second room. There’s no window in there. He shouldn’t need to put a lens there but…

He stares at the shower stall. That’s wrong. That’s too far. No, when he sees her like that, he wants it to be special.

He turns off the light and backs out. He does a final lap around the space and stops by the small drawers in the corner. The transparent plastic gives a view of the contents. Her clothing is rolled inside to fit. Even if the drawers are stuffed tight, she doesn’t have much. She deserves more than the gray cotton and faded denim.

He adds that to the list in his phone. He pulls open a drawer and snaps photos of the tags. He’s no good at guessing sizes. Even for himself. It’s why he owns a t-shirt that Sam calls his Hooters shirt. He doesn’t know what that means he just knows it isn't funny.

He glances around one last time. He needs to go. If she comes back, there’s nowhere to hide. If she caught him there, she’d never trust him.

He goes back outside and locks the doors, one a time, with the file and pick. He’s happy to be done with it but forlorn to leave her again. He has no choice, he has a mission. At least, he’ll be able to keep an eye on her.

He tucks his chin down as he heads down the alley. He shoves his hands in his pockets. He should’ve taken something. Just something that smells like her. She wore a bandana the other day, a pretty yellow one with little flowers on it. It was tied around her hairline to sop up her sweat as she cleaned. He saw her wiping the windows but she didn’t see him. She never does.

As he gets to the street, he nearly jumps. She has an armful of bags and doesn’t see him above the grocery peeking out the top. He wants to help her but he finds himself paralysed. He sidles out of her way as she continues on her path, completely unaware of the ghost watching her.

He watches her as she limps down the alley. The bags crinkle noisily and she grunts as she lowers them down to the cracked pavement. She rubs her hips before she finds her keys from her purse. He can hear how she shudders, almost whimpering in pain. He hates that she suffers. He wants to take that from her too.

It’s too early. He doesn’t want to blow this. Sam told him to play it cool. He said girls these days don’t like to be smothered.

He has to make himself walk away as he door opens. Suddenly, he’s very paranoid that she’s going to know he was there. That she’ll sense the intrusion, maybe even find the cameras. As if she’d be inspecting the plaster that closely.

His heart is pumping in his ears. He’s so nervous. And a little guilty. He had no choice. She hadn’t come back to the restaurant. He would’ve tried to be cool. Maybe ask about her book, then introduce himself, she might even give him her name. He knows it but he’d love to hear her say it. To him. And she could say his name too.

He tries to imagine that and he shivers. One day, he hopes, it won’t all be in his head. But until then, it will have to be. Or at least, nestled in his pocket. He slides out his phone and finds the app still open. There she is, under his eye, under his protection. Safe and sound.

Her

You put the bags on the bed, barely getting that far before the burning turns intolerable. You hiss and sit beside your grocery, holding your hip with one hand, and the armrest with the other. It’s not very far to the store but enough to make it a task.

You take a moment and a breath. You stand and bring one bag to the counter. You unpack the budget staples; a bag of cheap rice, some quick oats, a small bottle of dish soap. Nothing very exciting but enough.

You sit again before you fetch the second bag. Frozen fruit that won’t spoil too fast in the crisper and a loaf of whole wheat. You get everything away and fold up the paper bags.

The pull out frame groans loudly as you lay down. You have your book hugged close but you’re too tired to open it. You try not to bemoan your lack of help. The ministry approved you for a check, but didn’t see the need for more than that. It wouldn’t be much, you barter with yourself, just once a week to help with the big chores.

Maybe they were right though. You get it done. Even if it takes a little time and a lot of pain.

You close your eyes and sink into a half doze. The sort that makes your eyes itchy but can’t soothe your racing mind. You relent, not wanting to sleep so early, and sit up again. You should eat, you forgot to do that before you left.

You drag yourself to your feet and hobble around to the kitchen. You lean on the counter as you flip on the kettle. Quick oats will do, a bit of brown sugar and cinnamon, a dash of milk.

You pause as something catches your eye. Just beside your foot. You grip the laminate and get to your knee. You lift the slender chain from the floorboards, the silver catching the stray sunlight from the window. It’s only a chain. No charm or ornament. You know for certain, it isn’t yours.

You don’t have jewelry. You never really had the need or the money. Aside from the braided bracelet a friend once made for you, you’d never even owned one of those pretty silver lockets you wanted so badly as a girl.

You examine it. The tiny metal balls threaded together. The military sort that snaps off easily. You wonder if maybe you dragged it in. You could see it snagging on your pant leg or even your jacket. Whoever it belongs to, you can’t know. You feel slightly bad that you won’t then be able to give it back.

You clutch the chain as you struggle back to your feet. You coil it up and put it on the kitchen shelf beside the tin of tea bags. It may be a sign that you should pay better attention. Sometimes it feels as if time is just blowing past you like wind.

Bucky

He watches her kneel and retrieve something from the floor. He tilts his head, his thumb at his lips as he sits on a bench, brow furrowed at his phone. What is it?

He uses his fingers to zoom in and notices the slight gleam of something dangling from her hand. His chest thumps as he flattens his palm against it. He drags his touch up to feel around his neck. His tags.

Shit. How did that happen? He was diligent and careful. It looks to be just the chain though…

He stands and slides his phone into his pocket. He tugs at his tee shirt, finding a shape caught where one side is tucked into the top of his jeans. He sighs a breath of relief as he fishes out the metal tag. He can replace the chain. Better yet, she won’t have his name. He’s not ready for that and he knows she isn’t either.

Now he knows he needs to be careful. He’s been careless and so soon. He’s not the soldier he once was. He’s getting complacent. That’s why he needs her. To keep him going.

And she needs him. He watches her limp back to the fold out bed. He had to fight to keep from running back to her apartment. Watching her struggle alone is the hardest part. He feels as if he’s torturing her, just sitting there as she whimpers in agony.

That bed is the biggest issue. Sleeping on that can’t be good for her. The shower is another. She should have a hot tub to soak in when she feels especially bad. And the bags. She shouldn’t be carrying all that alone. She couldn’t even see him over the load. What if he had been some villain?

He can’t fix any of that right now. He has to go. There’s a plane waiting for him, some bad men too. He takes a breath. He has to do this for her. The less evil there is in the world, the safer she is.

He sets his shoulders and begins his march down the street. His steps are certain, his posture is straight, and there’s more than a stone in his heart. There’s a little flutter there. He didn’t realise before what was missing; a purpose.

Before, he fought, he killed because it’s all he ever knew. Because it’s what they told him to do. Now he has a better reason. The only reason. Her.

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golden ballads

Wednesday Addams x Reader

Summary: On a normal day, you had trouble reading Wednesday's emotions; on a night like this, where she was holding your hand and standing so close that her perfume was all you could feel, it was ultimately impossible.

Requested by multiple anons for my Christmas Special event.

A/N: First of all, I just wanted to say thank you so much for 7k followers, ily. Second, this prompt was requested by a lot of people, and I won't be answering each individual ask, so if you requested prompt 18 or 13 with her, this is for you. Lastly, I changed the setting a little bit to fit the story better. <3

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"Would you give me this honor?"

Classical music played in the background as you spoke, stretching a hand towards Wednesday. A couple of other students — mostly their parents honestly — had already gathered the courage to dance in the middle of the big ballroom.

It was the school's yearly end-of-the-year party. Attendance wasn't mandatory, but when you asked Wednesday to be your partner for the night, she didn't have it in herself to say no.

There was a huge Christmas tree shining obnoxiously behind you, its ornaments almost covering the green leaves completely, but it did give you a warm yellow glow that was hard to call anything other than enchanting.

"Only because it would be too sad to reject you in front of these many people," Wednesday told you as she grabbed your hand and got up from her seat.

"Sure thing," you smirked, finding utmost adorable the way she refused to give in to her own desires.

The ballroom was gorgeous, an elegant contrast to when it housed the Rave'n party. All chandeliers had their lights on for a change, there were a few Christmas lights attached to the walls, and the tables had white and golden ornaments on them as they framed the round dancefloor, and of course, the main attraction was the ten feet tall Christmas tree on the center.

You led Wednesday to one of the most secluded spots of the ballroom, your heels clicking against the polished floor.

"Step on my feet and I will kick you." She warned.

"Wouldn't dream of it." You turned to face Wednesday with a smirk, raising your joined hands so you could press your palms together, your fingers intertwining with hers in a loving yet timid gesture.

Wednesday didn't hesitate on placing her free hand on your shoulder, silently giving you permission to hold her waist. You did so with a tender touch, your palm sliding along her hip bone until your fingertips traced her spine.

You watched the way her eyes traveled over your face, focusing first on your lips before she met your gaze with a slow blink.

The soft melody playing in the background set an easy rhythm for you to follow, swaying in tandem with Wednesday as her body stayed glued to yours; so close you became aware of every little movement she made. It brought goosebumps to your exposed skin.

After a few notes, you dared to take her hand and let go of her waist to twirl her around and then right back into your arms. The bold move pulled the tiniest smile from Wednesday, the blinking lights turning her pale skin a soft golden and highlighting the freckles of her cheeks.

Wednesday's black dress hugged her body beautifully, flowing with each of her steps and complimenting the few wisps of hair that got loose from her braids. Her lips had a burgundy paint to them; it got you wondering how many times you'd have to kiss her for it to wear off.

There was a strategically placed mistletoe near the back doors, undoubtedly the act of some students trying to get lucky. And when the music ended, you and Wednesday just so happened to be standing almost directly underneath it.

The last notes of your song faded just as another began in its place, people were chatting and drinking champagne around you, a few students laughing loudly near the Christmas tree only to receive a glare from Principal Weems. In some ways, it felt like you and Wednesday were detached from the real world and belonged only in this little moment.

She didn't say anything as she removed her hand from your shoulder, her black nails grazing the skin of your arm as she did so. You followed suit by dropping the hand you had on her waist.

But when Wednesday made no effort to let go of your intertwined hands, a tiny grin crept into your lips.

She raised an inquisitive eyebrow at you, indirectly asking what was so amusing.

"We're uh," you started, glancing up at the small thing, "we're right under a mistletoe, it means-"

"I know what it means." Wednesday cut you off, her chin angled a tad up as she pursed her dark lips.

"If you care about tradition, yeah," you chuckled nervously. On a normal day, you had trouble reading Wednesday's emotions; on a night like this, where she was holding your hand and standing so close that her perfume was all you could feel, it was ultimately impossible.

Though there was a softness to the way she held herself that was quite hard to miss. "Ones that are meaningless and childish shouldn't even be called traditions." She stated before taking a breath.

The tip of her shoes bumped yours and only then you noticed that she took a step closer to you.

"Right," you mumbled, trapped in the spell that was her.

"Maybe just opportunities," Wednesday finished before she leaned in, capturing your lips in a gentle peck.

She kissed you like the first flakes of snow do when they fall from the sky, gentle and tender yet steady with their intent; falling, falling, and falling until they melt.

Your lower lip was trapped between Wednesday's ones, your hands just about managing to close around the fabric of her dress before she was pulling back. Her nose bumped yours and you wanted to trap this moment in time like the snap of a picture.

Wednesday didn't go far, she was still breathing the same air as you when she pressed her lips together in a feeble attempt to correct her lipstick. She then raised a thumb to the corner of your lips, brushing away the smudged color there.

Oh, she had you wrapped around her cold fingers and she knew it. But it was in the way that her nails traced the skin of your jaw as she prolonged her touch on you as much as possible, that you knew she'd take good care of your heart.

"Now come," Wednesday tugged on your hand, "we still have a few more songs to make this night count."

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