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pairing: aaron hotchner x bau!reader

summary: hotch catches you at the worst times, but you’re not mad about it. or: 4 times you need hotch’s help +1 time he needs yours.

word count: 6.1k

warnings: probably very inaccurate descriptions of r’s job (it’s for the plot, okay??), shy!reader, a very small injury description, yearning (?), first kiss, fluff !!!

a/n: hiiiii this is my very first hotch fic (gasp) so i hope i did okay!!! i’m excited to be writing for him and i have enjoyed it so far and i hope you will too!!! please please let me know what you think and if you’d want to see more of him from me <33

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People are usually impressed when you tell them you work at the BAU.

Which, you won’t lie, is something to be proud of, but their first thought is always that you’re doing something big and solving cases. They ask you if you were there when this case was solved or when that killer was caught.

Then there’s the nodding and dissipation of their excitement when you explain that you work a desk job there. Organize files, write reports, that sort of thing. That is a lot less impressive to most.

You’re no Agent Morgan, or Dr. Reid. Certainly no Agent Hotchner or Prentiss. Instead of being on the field, you spend your time fighting with a printer.

Getting the papers you needed should have been simple, a quick in and out that would have you back hiding behind your desk in minutes. Of course, the universe or something must be against you, because instead, you’ve spent at least twenty minutes trying to figure out what’s wrong.

It isn’t jammed (you’ve checked about five times to be sure) and you’re not educated in printers enough to know how to fix whatever’s going on. You’re just lucky nobody else has needed it yet.

“Come on,” you mutter, trying to pull it away from the wall to get a better look.

You’re sure there’s stress sweat building on your forehead. The last thing you want to do is ask someone for help, to make yourself too visible in this place full of important, intimidating people. You’d rather struggle on your own for now.

You make sure that the thing is plugged in (it is) and then check if it’s jammed. Again.

“Piece of shit,” you’re mumbling at the thing, leaning over it looking for anything out of place.

That’s when you hear someone clear their throat behind you. The sound has you jumping, your knuckles smacking against the wall where your hand had been wedged between it and the printer. You turn around to find Agent Hotchner.

He’d been walking by the printer room when he heard the grumbled curse words. Peeking inside, he’d been pleasantly surprised to find you fussing over the printer. He bit back a chuckle before making his presence known.

You tug your skirt down where it’d ridden up, fiddling with the hem as you try to push down your embarrassment. Of course he’d be the one to see you, in his crisp suit and all. He’s leaning a shoulder against the doorframe, his arms crossed loosely. You swallow and try not to look at his biceps.

“Sorry, sir. The printer doesn’t seem to be, um, printing.”

“I’m assuming that’s why you were fighting with it.”

You fight a wince, “you heard that?”

“Heard what?” He asks, though by the twitch of his lips, you know that he’s well aware of what you’re talking about. He then gestures at the cause of your issues behind you, “it’s not jammed, is it?”

“I don’t think so. It wasn’t when I checked, at least.”

You’re trying not to act as nervous as you are. You don’t think you’ve ever really spoken to Agent Hotchner, save for small ‘hello’s and that one time you apologized for bumping into him. He’s handsome—you’ve always thought so—and, more importantly, he’s basically your boss.

“Let me take a look,” he says, walking over. You step aside, staying out of the way.

“It’s alright,” you start as he looks over it, “I’m sure you have much more important things to do than fix a printer, sir.”

Hotch’s eyes flick over to where you stand, a hand still fiddling with the hem of your skirt, your hair a little messy, your eyes a little wide and worried. You look pretty, he thinks. And sure, he does have things he should be doing instead of trying to fix this printer, but he doesn’t really care.

“Don’t worry about that,” he tells you.

He looks back to the printer, and he seems pretty convinced about trying to help, so you drop it.

While he’s distracted, you take the opportunity to look at his profile. The slope of his nose, the cut of his jaw, the way his brows are pinched a little in focus. It’s unfair, you think, for him to be smart and brave, and be so good-looking on top of it all.

Like he’d heard your thoughts, felt your gaze, he looks over at you again. You turn your eyes toward the floor quickly.

It’s a couple of minutes before anyone speaks. You, staring at the carpet until your vision goes a little fuzzy. Hotch, pushing buttons and flicking switches trying to figure out whatever was going on with the damn printer.

Then, the sound of the ink swiping over the pages, the papers spitting from the printer. You look over at it, mouth slightly parted. What can’t he do?

The sound of your name has your eyes snapping up to his. It’s yet another surprise, him knowing your name. You’re not that important, in the grand scheme of things at the BAU, in the world, really. Someone meant to stay hidden in the background. And still, he knows your name.

“It should be fine now,” he says, grabbing your papers from the cartridge and handing them to you as he stands up straight. “Let me know if it gives you trouble again.”

You grab the pages from him slowly, still shocked at the whole exchange. Your fingers brush against his as you do. “I- Thank you, sir.”

He nods, moving towards the hall. He pauses in the doorway, turning back towards you. “Hotch is fine.”

“Sorry?”

“You keep calling me ‘sir.’ You don’t have to. Just Hotch is fine.”

“Right. Sorry, sir- I mean, Hotch,” you test it out. “Thank you again.”

Yes, Hotch thinks, he likes you saying his name a whole lot more. He sends you a kind smile, “no problem.”

Hotch walks away, probably towards his office where he has very important things to do. Stuff that was surely delayed because he paused to help you. You stare at the doorway for a minute, until you give yourself a papercut and look down at it.

Aaron Hotchner knows who you are.

You’re two shitty coffees deep so far, your report open on your desk, the typing bar blinking on the screen of your computer.

There’s pages to go, though you’re not sure how many. You’ve been doing the sort of mindless, robot typing you do when you’re tired. When you’re preoccupied with trying not to glance in the direction of Hotch’s office.

The team got back sometime last night, long after you’d already gone home. From somewhere in Indiana, you think. You’re not sure how they do it, flying about and still coming into the office. You’re tired and you can’t even remember the last time you’ve been on a plane. Add the crime fighting and you’d be a goner.

Blinking yourself from your thoughts, you look back at the blank pages spread out in front of you. It’s not unusual for you to be missing pieces that you need to complete things, it’s just inconvenient. You always end up having to ask someone for the files you need, and then you feel like a burden.

It’s stupid, but in a place full of important people, it’s easy to feel like you’re just in the way.

Anyway, it’s your job, so you push away from your desk and stand, tugging the sleeves of your sweater over your hands.

Your first thought is to go to Reid. As far as friendship goes, you’d consider yourself closest to that definition with him. He’s also the least intimidating of the bunch, probably because you see the most of yourself in him.

You find him in the kitchen with Agent Jareau, both holding their own mugs, probably filled with the same coffee as the one that sits on your desk. You knock gently on the door even though it’s open.

“Hi, sorry to bother you. I was just wondering if either of you have the files from that case you worked a couple weeks back. The one in Ohio,” you shuffle on your feet under their gaze. “I need them for this report.”

“Hey,” Reid speaks first, smiling kindly, “I don’t remember keeping them, but I can double check in my desk if you would like.”

“Oh, that’s okay. You don’t have to do that, I’m sure I’ll find them somewhere.”

You’re about to head out the door when Agent Jareau stops you, “wait, I’m pretty sure Hotch has them. I can go ask him for you.”

It’s silly to feel nervous talking to them, especially when nobody’s ever been anything but nice to you. A little bit of the twist in your gut comes undone.

“No, no. I’ll go ask him if he isn’t busy, thank you though.”

“You should be fine, the door’s open,” she tells you.

You nod, sending the both of them a smile you hope doesn’t look awkward. “Thanks again.”

Their voices picking up their conversation follow you out the door. You cross the space, saying small ‘hello’s to Agent Morgan and Agent Prentiss when they greet you. You try to ignore the prickle of eyes on you as you climb the steps and head to Hotch’s office.

His jacket is draped across the back of his chair, his sleeves rolled up on his forearms. It’s probably the most disheveled you’ve ever seen him, and he’s only missing a single layer. You look away from his arms when he says your name.

Hotch had his head bent, looking over a case when he’d heard footsteps, and he’d been glad to find you standing in his doorway. You work in the same place, yet he barely sees you. That’s probably why something lightens in his chest every time he does. The rarity, that’s all.

“Is this a bad time?” You ask.

“Not at all,” he leans back in his chair, “what can I do for you?”

“I’m really sorry to bother you, sir-”

“Hotch,” he reminds gently. His voice is easy, a hum that you think would sound good no matter what he was saying.

“Right, sorry. Hotch. I was just looking for some files that I need from a case you guys had for this report.”

“You’re gonna have to be more specific than that.”

Then, he smiles in that way that Aaron Hotchner so often does. A small twitch of his lips, a lift in the corners. One that you probably wouldn’t have caught if you weren’t paying so much attention. One that feels sort of like a gift.

You shake your head at yourself and elaborate, “the Ohio case. Three weeks ago, I think. I asked Agent Jareau, but she said you had them, so…”

Hotch wants to reassure you, but he’s not sure how to do it without standing up and letting himself grab your hand and squeeze it the way he’d like. And he can’t do that, not when you’re already nervous. Not when he’s not sure he could hold back after one touch.

“It’s no problem,” he opens one of his drawers, flips through folders until he finds what you’re looking for.

He stands up and walks around his desk until he’s in front of you, and he lets his gaze flick over your face while he has the chance. Your eyes find his easily, and you hope he can’t hear the catch in your breath.

Aaron isn’t usually so quiet with his affections, but that’s because he’s never found himself feeling this way at work. He wishes your desk was on his way to his office, just so he’d have an excuse to stop and talk to you. He makes sure never to use your favorite mug from the cupboard, just so you’ll be more likely to have it.

Hotch clears his throat, “here they are.”

He holds up the folder between you, his hand holding it loosely, the other hanging by his side. His fingers twitch.

You’re embarrassingly distracted by his exposed forearms, eyes trailing from his hand to the skin of his arm, to the way his shirt is tight where the sleeves are rolled. Then, it’s the color of his tie today, the bob of his Adam’s apple when he swallows.

His hand reaching for yours is enough to erase everything else. He lifts it and places the folder in your hold for you. Your skin burns even when he pulls away.

“You alright?” He asks. Probably because you’d been staring at him like a weirdo.

Get it together.

“Yeah. Yes, sorry. Just sort of spacey today, I guess.”

When you look back to his face, there’s nothing but a sort of softness in his eyes you can’t identify. He smiles at you, and for the second time, you feel like you’ve won something.

“Is that what you needed?” He asks.

You open the folder and peek inside. You find exactly what you’d been looking for, not that you’re surprised. Hotch knew what you’d meant and you didn’t doubt that.

“It is. Thank you, Hotch,” you grin lightly when you get that part right. “I’ll get out of your way.”

“You’re not in my way.”

Hotch says the words like he’d known you needed to hear them, like he’d known what runs through your mind so often, like he can read you. He probably can, you think. He is a profiler after all.

Still, the words make your heart do a stupid little jump.

“I’ll bring them back when I’m done,” you say.

“No rush. They’ll just be going back in the drawer anyway.”

“Well, thank you again.”

“It’s no problem, really.”

Hotch watches you walk back to your desk with your head down. Looking at the folder in your hand, he thinks, at least it’s an excuse for you to come see him again.

Hotch isn’t in his office when you return the files.

Since you can’t thank him in person—assuming he’s off with the team somewhere saving lives—you leave a sticky note on top of the folder. You drop it on his desk and leave before you second-guess yourself and rip the note off.

You can’t help but think that the office feels sort of empty without the team there. Without Hotch there. It’s how it is most days, so you’re not sure why the absence feels so present now. You shake it off.

The day passes by, then your drive home, and the rest of your night, too. Through it all, you can’t stop wondering what Hotch is doing, wherever he is. Hoping he’s safe.

You’re certainly not expecting to see him the next day, back so soon, but you can’t say you’re upset about it. It’s a brief glance, him walking into his office, the rest of the team and their chatter following, but it’s enough to make your work seem less tiring for some reason.

It was a quick case, and Aaron was glad to at least get a couple of hours of sleep in before coming into the office. When he sits at his desk, the first thing he notices is the folder you’ve left there. The small note in your handwriting.

‘Thank you :)’

He peels the note away and folds it up. Without thinking, it ends up tucked into the inside pocket of his jacket. It’s a simple piece of paper, but it’s heavy where it sits. He rubs a hand over the pocket where the note is and gets to work.

It’s not until a couple of hours later that Hotch ends up leaving his office. Conveniently, in the direction of your desk.

You’ve been burying yourself in your work, your leg bouncing nonstop, your nose inches away from the pages on your desk, your chair pushed in as close as it’ll go. You have to, because if you take a break, if you look away, your eyes will search for Hotch, and you don’t really want to think about what that means right now.

About the ache in your chest when he’s gone, the urge to go ask him a stupid question just to talk to him. It’s awful.

The pen you’re using suddenly runs out of ink, and it makes you pause long enough to feel a cramp in your hand. You sit up and huff, pulling your drawer open and digging around for another pen. Your name in Hotch’s voice has you shutting the drawer and spinning quickly.

It’s just your luck that your shirt gets caught, that the sound of the rip is too loud to play off or ignore.

“Oh gosh,” you whisper, looking down at the damage.

It’s a cheap shirt, you shouldn’t be surprised, but it’s worse than you’d expected. This is what you get for sitting so damn close. The side seam is split, and if you move too much, your bra would probably be visible.

“This is so embarrassing,” you say, holding the rip shut with one hand and holding the other on your forehead. Of course this would happen to you in front of him.

Aaron’s eyes hover where your skin had been exposed, even now that you hold your shirt shut, wondering if it’d feel as soft as it looks. He can’t even remember what he came over to do or say.

He swallows and looks at your face, “do you have another?”

You shake your head, still hiding behind your hand, “no. I really, really wish I did, though.”

“I have an extra one in my go bag. If you’d like?” He hears himself say the words, and he doesn’t regret them, necessarily, but it’s clear to him that you mess with his brain. He doesn’t think straight where you’re involved.

You peek up at him, dropping your hand to your side. “Are you sure? I could probably just use some paper clips, or something.”

“Nonsense. I’ll go get it, okay? I’ll bring it to the bathroom so you can change.”

“You don’t have to-”

Your name leaves his mouth again, gentle but firm. “I’ll grab it.”

“Okay.”

You speed-walk over to the washroom and walk in, closing the door only to block out the rest of the office, who surely noticed what just happened. You’re probably never gonna live this down.

Your overthinking doesn’t get very far, because after only a minute, Hotch is knocking on the door.

“It’s just me,” he says. ‘Just,’ like that word could ever be used to describe him. “You can just open the door a crack and I’ll pass the shirt through.”

You do as he says, tugging the door open until you can see a white dress shirt (of course) in his hand. You reach out and he hands it to you easily.

“Thank you, Hotch. I’ll wash it and give it back, I promise. Sorry for this.”

“Don’t worry about it.” You can’t see his face, but you can hear the sincerity in his voice. “I mean it.”

“Thanks,” you say quietly, closing the door.

His shirt is wrinkled from being packed in his bag, and the sleeves are long when you put it on, but it smells like him and isn’t ripped so you really can’t complain. You roll the sleeves and tuck the bottom into your pants, looking in the mirror to make sure you look at least a little bit put together.

Holy shit, you think. I’m wearing Aaron Hotchner’s shirt. What world have you been living in recently? To be interacting with him more often, to be feeling this sick skip in your heartbeat whenever you do.

You toss your ripped shirt in the garbage, look up, and huff out a breath before leaving the bathroom. You’re surprised to see Hotch still standing there.

“Oh,” you nearly bump into his chest when you walk out the door, but the warmth of his hand on your shoulder steadies you. “I didn’t know you were still there, sorry.”

“You don’t need to say sorry so much, sweetheart.”

Sweetheart. You’re dreaming, surely. You pinch yourself on the inside of your arm, just in case. You don’t wake up.

“I- um,” you’re fumbling for words because he’s standing there, looking at you softly, calling you ‘sweetheart’ in that voice of his.

Aaron doesn’t know where that came from, but he’s said it and it’s happened. With the way he thinks about you, how often he does, he can’t really be surprised. Besides, seeing you get flustered because of him is absolutely worth it.

“I wanted to thank you for getting those files back to me so quickly.”

Your eyes flick over to his arm, and it’s then he realizes that his hand is still on your shoulder. He pulls it away and stuffs it in his pocket. He’s probably imagining it, but he swears his palm is tingling.

You wipe your hands over your thighs, “right. It was no problem, really. I was mostly done with my report, so… Thanks for giving them to me.”

“I’m glad to be able to help,” he says. Then he walks back to his office.

You’re standing in front of the bathroom for what’s surely an odd amount of time. Even back at your desk, you can’t shake the haze you feel, a pink tint to your vision, a flutter in your gut.

You spend the rest of your day with your nose buried in the collar of Hotch’s shirt, avoiding the gazes of your coworkers around you.

Aaron spends the rest of the day thinking about how you looked in his shirt. About how you’d look in it and nothing else. He drags a hand over his face when that pops into his head.

“You good, boss?” Morgan asks from the doorway.

“I’m fine.” He doesn’t miss the knowing smirk on Morgan’s face.

It’s very rare that Aaron leaves work at a reasonable time. So rare that he can’t remember the last time he wasn’t the last person there.

He’s used to the late nights, the empty spaces, deserted desks. Even so, it’s nice to finish up earlier than he’d expected. He looks forward to the extra sleep he’ll get, the longer time frame to decompress.

Leaving work early already felt like a small victory for the day, and he feels like he’s won something bigger when he sees you in your car, still in the parking lot.

You’d left maybe twenty minutes before Hotch, though you’d assumed he’d be leaving hours after you like he usually does. Everything was fine, normal as you bid your goodbyes to your desk neighbors, as you rode the elevator down.

The sun has started setting, and the air gets cooler as it sinks. You fish your car keys from your bag and unlock it, getting in quickly and tossing your bag onto the passenger seat.

You like your job, sometimes you love it, even, but you look forward to going home either way. You think about the warm shower you’ll take, the shitty dinner you’ll end up eating. Your lonely plans are ruined as you twist your car key in the ignition, it sputters and doesn’t start.

“No, no. Come on,” your head falls back, you huff and take the key out.

You try again, and still, no luck. And again, and once more until you’re fed up with it and drop the keys in your lap. Your head is dropped against the steering wheel, allowing yourself a moment of dramatics from your defeat.

A knock on your window startles you upright. Your heart races for reasons other than fear when you look at who it is.

Hotch stands outside, leaning towards your window with a scrunch in his brows. When he catches your eye, he steps back from your door and gives you room to open it and step out.

You shut your car door behind you and lean your back against it, “hi.”

“Hi. Sorry to scare you, but I wanted to check that you were alright?”

“It’s okay,” your arms are folded behind your back, your hands twisting. “Um, it’s nothing, just some car troubles.”

“That doesn’t sound like nothing.”

“I guess not. It won’t start for some reason. I don’t know.” If he wasn’t standing right there, you’d probably smack yourself for how unsure you sound. “You keep catching me at the worst times, Hotch.”

He disagrees. Aaron can’t think of a time where seeing you could ever be a bad thing.

“You’re fine,” he says, his voice suddenly softer, “trust me.”

Despite the bite of the wind outside, the way he speaks warms you. He’s so honest in the way he speaks, in the sense that he sounds sure, even if it isn’t necessarily vulnerable. You don’t know how he does it.

A small smile spreads on your face before you can stop it, “okay, good. And thank you for checking on me. I’ll just call a cab and figure this out tomorrow.”

There’s no way he can let you take a cab. It’s obvious that with what he does, the things he sees, he’d rather know for sure you’d be safe getting home. But then, there’s the sort of floating feeling he has when he’s around you, one he’d like to feel for a little longer if he could.

“Let me drive you.”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that, really. I’ll be fine.”

He ducks his head a little, catches your eye and holds you with that soft gaze of his. “Please, it’s not a problem. For my peace of mind.”

It doesn’t take much convincing, really. You’d much rather sit in a car that probably smells like him than in the back of a cab that smells like sweat.

“For your peace of mind, then. That’d be great.”

You grab your bag from your car before following Aaron to his, where he opens the passenger door for you and makes sure your legs are tucked inside before shutting it. He jogs around the front of his car and gets in.

“Where am I taking you?” He asks, starting his car. The radio hums softly through the speakers, and Hotch reaches over to turn on the heating when he catches you shivering a little.

You tell him your address, “you don’t have to drive me if it’s out of your way, Hotch. I mean it.”

“It isn’t out of my way,” he assures you, and he could easily be lying, but you accept it anyway.

It’s quiet for a little bit, besides the odd question from Aaron for which way to turn. You take the chance to look at him as he drives, his hands on the wheel, the street lights hitting his face. Your head lulls against the seat.

“You’re finished earlier than usual today,” you say. “Not that I know your schedule, or anything, I just-”

“Sweetheart,” he stops you, a smile spreading. It’s wider than what you’ve seen at work, unguarded enough to show his teeth. It’s really pretty. “It’s alright. It’s work I can be doing at home.”

“That’s good. A change of scenery, at least.”

“Exactly.”

You’re not sure what it is that feels different now, in the car. Maybe it’s because it’s only you and him, no prying eyes in the office, no concerns about what this is, what’s allowed. It might only be you, that feels this sort of spark with him, fizzing i’m the air between you. Either way, you’ll soak it up for the duration of the ride to yours.

Maybe that’s why you’re saying, “you know, I always thought you didn’t even know who I was. Until the printer thing.”

Aaron peeks over at you, leaned in his passenger seat. You look like you belong there, like there’s always been a spot for you in his life. Even when you’d started at the BAU, when he first saw you, he felt like it was right that you were there.

Hell, he’d asked Garcia who you were and has had your name in the back of his head since.

“I’ve always liked you,” he admits. He doesn’t say he’s always known you. Liked.

“Really?” You can’t help but ask. Someone like him even noticing you seemed unfathomable. But liking you? He’s gotta be lying.

“Really. Even when you were bumping into me.”

“You remember that?”

“Yeah, I do. You were looking down at the ground, walking like you were being timed. And you had on this light pink sweater.”

Your eyes go wide, focused on his face. You had been wearing a light pink sweater that day. And he remembers all of that? You think, if you looked at yourself in the mirror right now, your eyes would be in the shape of hearts, pulsing in your pupils.

“I can’t believe you noticed all of that.”

“I notice a lot of things,” he says.

Aaron has always had his guard up around new people, has always made himself more serious at work than anywhere else. Then you came along and he had to fight to keep things that way. It makes sense that the minute he sees you outside of work his walls would crumble to dust.

It was inevitable, really.

“I’ve always liked you, too.” Then, before he can say anything, you point at your building, “it’s this one here.”

The car rolls to a stop slowly, his turn signal flashing as he pulls over by the entrance of your apartment building. He puts the car in park and turns to you fully.

“Thank you for driving me.”

“No problem, sweetheart.”

His hand reaches out before he can really think about it, fingertips featherlight over your cheekbone, sliding over to tuck your hair behind your ear. Then, like it was never there, he pulls back. There’s a glow in his fingers where they’d brushed your skin, golden.

It matches the one you feel on your cheek, sparkling.

“Get in safe, okay?”

“It’s a few feet from here to the front door, Hotch. I’ll be alright.”

He huffs softly, twin smiles on your faces. Lovesick and shy, nervous and pink-hazed all at once.

“For my peace of mind,” he says.

“Fine, then. Your peace of mind,” you reach for the door handle, tugging it and pushing the door open. You look at Hotch again, like you can’t get yourself to stop. “Thanks again.”

“See you, sweetheart.”

“Bye.”

You step out and head to your door, turning around before walking inside to give him a wave. Aaron grins and waves back, watching you walk inside.

He stays parked by the curb until he sees a light flick on a couple of floors up.

There’s a reason that Hotch is Unit Chief. He thinks quickly, keeps his head straight even with what he deals with every day. There’s also a reason his leadership has been questioned before, but never revoked.

He can be reckless, throwing himself into situations when he knows he probably should’ve waited for backup. This time, it only got him a split eyebrow and a few stitches. It’s been worse; this is nothing.

It is, however, proving to be an inconvenience. He’d gotten stitched up in the ER of whatever hospital was closest to where the team had caught their unsub. It had to be quick, from the hospital straight to the jet.

They’d told him to clean it up again and put a new bandage on it when he got back, which is what he’s trying to do now, in his office, with his laptop’s grainy camera as a mirror. He has the supplies the hospital gave him on his desk, but he can’t really see what he’s doing, and the task is taking much longer than he’d like.

His hands are a little shaky from the adrenaline of his day, and every time his arm comes up to reach his stitches, it blocks his view.

Then, he sees you walking up to his office.

Usually, you’d already be home by now, but you’d been yourself and messed up some of your paperwork, so you had to stay late to re-do it. When you catch sight of Hotch in his office, you’re not so annoyed with yourself.

You notice the things on his desk, the blood on the front of his shirt. Your feet carry you to his doorway easily. Last time you’d really spoken to him was that night in his car, and ever since, there’s been something boiling, a noticeable shift.

You tap your knuckles on his open door twice, “you okay?”

He gives up on dealing with his cut and looks at you instead, the slightly rumpled state of your clothes from a long day, the smile you wear that doesn’t exactly hide the concern in your eyes, the light from the hallway a halo around you. You’re the prettiest thing he’s ever seen.

“I’m alright. Just can't seem to do this right,” he says, gesturing to his eyebrow.

“Do you need help?”

Aaron has never been one to accept help easily, always one to do things on his own. But, when you’re offering so sweetly, when your help means your hands on his skin, how could he ever say no?

“That would be great.”

He pushes his chair back to give you room to stand in front of him. Your legs between his, leaning against the edge of his desk. His knees bump into the sides of your legs, little bursts of the kind of warmth sunlight emits on skin.

You reach for the wipes first, holding them in one hand and reaching up to his eyebrow, the other grasping his chin gently to keep his head steady.

His hand reaches up to hold your elbow. It could so easily be innocent, be almost nothing, but it feels like more. His thumb running back and forth, your face close enough to his to have your breaths mingling. It really feels like more.

“You’re here late,” he says, low and quiet.

“Spilled coffee all over my work. Had to start over. Can you believe it?” You speak just as quietly, eyes flicking from his cut down to his, just for a second.

“I can, actually. You’re sort of clumsy.”

“Hey!” He’s right, of course, but the warm chuckle he lets out is worth your dramatic gasp.

“It’s not a bad thing,” he assures you, squeezing your elbow. “I think it’s cute.”

“Well, thank you, then.”

You set the wipe aside and reach for the bandage next, placing it over his eyebrow and smoothing down the edges with a light touch. When you’re done, you pull back but don’t go far. Your hands fall from his face to grasp the edge of his desk instead.

“All done,” you say.

Aaron’s hands have shifted to your waist. His touch is so delicate, but you’d never ignore it. It might as well be bruising, the way his hands affect you.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Hotch.”

Now would be the time to walk out the door, to say ‘goodnight’ and head home, but you’re in no hurry. Not when his eyes are shining in the dimmed light of his office, soft and practically melting.

They seem to beckon you closer, and though you don’t have a reason this time, your face ends up near his, noses almost touching. It’s as far as you go, afraid you’re misreading things, afraid you’ll be wrong about this.

Hotch closes the space for you.

His chin tilts up, his mouth catching yours softly at first. His hands tighten on your waist, his lips slightly chapped and completely perfect against yours.

You think your knees might buckle, so you put your hands on his shoulders, thumbs digging into his skin, like you’re trying to make sure he’s real. You’re not sure how you manage to kiss him back but you do, and you hear the sharp intake of breath he takes when you push back.

The kiss doesn’t deepen, but it doesn’t have to. You can feel plenty in it already.

It’s not long before Hotch pulls away, leaning back in his chair and tilting his head to look up at you. He removes one of your hands from his shoulder and holds it in his.

“We shouldn’t do this here,” he says, his thumb running over your knuckles.

You look down at your feet, at his legs next to yours. The hand still on his shoulder falls to your side, suddenly feeling nervous.

“You’re right, I’m so-”

“But,” he stops your apology before you can say it. As if you’d ever need to apologize for kissing him. “I’d like to take you to dinner sometime. If you’d want that.”

You look back at his face, eyes searching. He smiles so softly at you, it’s the kind of smile you could only ever give someone you like in this way. Someone you like enough to kiss.

“I’d really like that, Hotch.”

“Good,” he stands, but his hands don’t leave you. “And sweetheart?”

“Hm?”

“Call me Aaron.”

When you test it out, he’s sure of it; his name on your lips is his absolute favorite sound.

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slaybestieslay946 · 2 months

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HIIIII OMG IM THE ONE WHO REQUESTED THE READER JOINS LUKE AND I JUST WANTED TO SAY THAT WAS SO GOOD I LOVE IT SOSO MUCH THANK YOUUU

if it's not much can i request something else? like a 5+1 thing where it's like 5 times luke and reader didn't realize they were acting like a couple, and one time reaized it and made it official!

THIS IS SUCH A CUTE REQ SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG IVE BEEN SOOO BUSY AND I RLLY WANTED TO GET THIS ONE PERFECT.

I sorta changed it a bit so Luke is down bad and reader is the one who doesn't realise they were acting like a couple.

You Didn't Realise?!

MASTERLIST

summary: 5 ways Luke acts like your boyfriend, and the one reason you realised and made it official

word count: 2800

pairing: luke castellan x apollo!reader

warnings: minor swearing

I : He always looks for you first

When Luke returned from his quest, bloodied and battered, stumbling down half blood hill with a scar down his face, you were the first one he looked for.

He quickly spotted you, your hair shining in the sun. The sun always found you, like a magnetic tether, a trait inherited from your father.

In some ways, Luke could relate. He too also felt constantly drawn to you, and as soon as he caught sight of your face, all the humiliation from failing his quest melted away.

You were laughing with one of your half-siblings, playfully joking like you always did. And then your sibling nudged you, pointing up at Luke, and the smile dropped. Even in his dazed state, he noticed the way your face contorted in worry as you began to sprint up the hill towards him.

He wanted to wipe the sad expression away and replace it with the bright smile you usually sported.

You continued towards him, only slowing from your sprint when you were just metres away, coming to a stop directly in front of him.

Immediately, you took his face in your hands, inspecting the slight cuts and bruises that covered it.

“Not even gonna say hello?” He panted, suddenly out of breath, partly from his general exhaustion, and partly from the way you were holding his face.

“Hello Luke. Now tell me where it hurts.” You asked, moving your hands away from his face and running them down his sides, carefully watching his reaction to the pressure.

“Nothing hurts. I’m all good, Doc.” He chuckled to mask his wince as you skimmed over the patchwork of bruises.

“Like hell you are. We’re getting you to the infirmary. Where are Beckendorf and Rodriguez?” You asked, wrapping a hand around his shoulder to help him down the hill.

“Just comin’.” Luke said, jerking his head back in the direction he had just come from, and when you looked back for yourself, you could see the other two boys at the top of the hill, looking in significantly better shape than he did.

“Alright. C’mon then, we gotta get you patched up.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He answered, the same dazed smile

“You’ll be the death of me one day, y’know that?”

“Mhm.”

And as the rest of the camp looked on at the pair of you, they couldn’t help but wonder, when would you finally get together?

II : He always saves you dessert

Luke watched as you walked into the dining pavilion late, and as usual there was a patched up camper trailing behind you.

You turned to give the boy a stern talking to, more than likely chastising him for being injured in the first place, before striding up to collect your food.

Of course, when you turned up 20 minutes late to dinner, the dessert options became severely limited, and by the time you arrived there was no cake left, only a few pots of yoghurt made from the strawberries in the field.

Luke watched as you screwed your nose up in disgust. You hated yoghurt, he knew that (obviously).

You sighed, cutting your losses and retreating to the apollo table, a few end slices of bread and salad items being the only things on your plate.

“Hey man, how’d you get an extra portion?” Chris asked from beside Luke, and he snapped his gaze away from you and back to his brother.

“Oh, yeah, it’s for Y/N.”

Chris rolled his eyes, “Of course it is. You gonna give it to her, or are you just gonna sit here staring?”

“Shut up.”

“Y’know I’m right.”

“You’ll be right when you admit you love staring at Clarisse in capture the flag.” Luke replied quickly, standing up to walk over to you.

Chris mumbled something slightly incoherent, but Luke didn’t pay him any mind as he strode towards the Apollo table, plate in hand.

“Hey. Long day?” He asked, smirking at you while holding the plate behind his back so you couldn’t see it.

“Ugh, you have no idea Castellan. And I missed dessert again! Can you believe that?” You complained loudly, waving your crust of bread around like you were conducting an orchestra.

“Hmm, sounds rough. Lucky for you, someone saved you an extra portion.” He dramatically produced the plate from behind his back, revealing the extra large slice of cake he’d stolen from one of the nymphs.

You gasped in delight as he placed it before you, “Thank you!”

Luke couldn’t help but grin as well as you tore into it with glee, “Well, I know vanilla's your favourite, couldn’t have you missing out, could we?”

You sighed, “You’re the best.”

“I know,” He preened before softening his voice slightly, “Just don’t overwork yourself, ‘kay?”

“Alright. That goes for you too, hero.” You bargained, gazing at him intensely.

“Whatever you say, Doc.” He smirked, before turning around and leaving you to it.

You continued eating your slice of cake, unable to fight away the bright grin that invaded your face.

“You two are disgusting.” Will Solace remarked, the similar smile on his face not matching the tone of his words.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You- He- Ugh! You’re so hopeless!”

III : He always calls you up for demonstrations

“Hmm, I need someone to demonstrate…” He pondered out loud, surveying the archery range for someone suitable. And, as usual, Luke’s eyes were magnetically drawn to you as you walked past his group of students.

“And who better than my favourite daughter of Apollo! Hey, Y/N, c'mere a sec!”

You spun around to work out who was calling you over, rolling your eyes fondly as you realised it was the son of Hermes, as usual.

“What do you need now, Castellan?” You asked, striding over to the group.

“Just a quick demonstration from the best archer in camp.”

You sighed yet again, but gave in, just like you always did when he was involved.

“Fine.”

“Great! Now, kids, let's see how a professional does it.”

Luke then led the group around so they were parallel to you, and they could inspect your form as you fired.

You held up your bow, removing an arrow from the quiver slung around your shoulder and notching it into position all in one fluid movement.

“See, look how good her form is. Perfect posture. One foot forward, torso turned to the side,” Luke whispered, as if narrating a nature documentary for national geographic, “She pulls the string back to her cheek, breathes in, and releases!” He cried, and you did just that, sending the arrow flying into the centre of the target.

“A perfect shot.” Luke declared, smiling at you in pride.

You shrugged, “I never miss.”

“Alright kids, have a go yourselves, see if you can replicate Y/N’s form!” He said, sending them all rushing forwards to collect bows and have a go for themselves on the archery range.

“You need any more help? Or am I free to go?” You asked teasingly, placing the bow and quiver back in the right spot.

“Hm, I suppose you're done. Although, your posture could use a little work.”

“Oh, I thought it was perfect?”

“Did I say that?” He mused, although he was unable to hide the amusement in his eyes.

“Bye Castellan.” You sang, flicking his shoulder as you walked past him.

He turned around to watch you walk away, a tinge of blush coating his cheeks.

“Is she your girlfriend?” A small voice piped up from beside him, and he turned to see that one of the kids he was teaching hadn’t yet begun archery.

“No!” He said, all too quickly, before ushering the girl towards the bows.

VI : He’s always watching you work

“Ok, so, you’re going to need to keep an eye on that cut alright? And try not to get any mud in it this time, we don’t want it getting infected again, do we?”

The kid you were currently treating nodded vigorously, probably thinking that the more engaged he seemed the faster he would escape the infirmary.

“Alright, you can go back to training now.” You sighed, silently praying that the young Ares boy would at least try and be gentle on the lines of stitching in his arm, although you didn’t have much hope.

He thanked you quickly, before running off out of the room, grabbing his sword and nearly slashing through a bright-eyed Luke Castellan on his way.

“Oh, god. What have you done now?” You asked, hands on your hips.

He held his hands up in surrender, “Nothing, nothing. I’m all good. Just had some free time and thought I’d come see my favourite Apollo kid.”

“You know you’re allowed in here unless you're injured or visiting someone, right?” You reminded gently, hiding your bright smile behind an exasperated expression.

“Actually, I’m both of those things.”

“Really?”

“Yep. I’m visiting you, and my heart is awfully wounded by how cruelly you treat me.” He smirked, and you rolled your eyes, walking back to the drawer you had been organising before the arrival of your most boisterous patient.

“Does that mean I can stay?” He asked, following you with swift strides.

“I can’t exactly stop you, can I?”

He chuckled quietly, giving you shoulder a quick squeeze before looking down at the drawer full of bandages you were sorting through.

“D’you want some help?”

You shrugged noncommittally and he immediately knelt down beside you and began rolling several bandages up and sorting them into their proper sections, humming happily under his breath the whole time.

And that’s how the pair of you continued for the rest of the afternoon. If you needed something of a high shelf, Luke was reaching up to grab it for you. If you wanted a specific item or tool, he was already beside you, holding it out as if he had read your mind.

And the only reward he wanted for his hard work was to see your face melt into a smile when the pair of you locked eyes. And of course the lollipop you offered him at the end of the day for being so helpful.

V: He always saves you a seat a campfire

Luke was well aware that, as an Apollo kid, you loved the campfire. Despite the fact that you weren’t as musically talented as your siblings, it always brought a smile to your face to see them perform. He loved watching as you clapped along in earnest, cheering loudly when the song finished and loudly demanding another.

So, he always saved you a seat (right beside him, of course).

But, on this particular night, he’d caught wind of the fact some Demeter boy had been sniffing around, saying that he was going to ask you to sit next to him, instead of Luke.

“Aw, is Lukey boy getting jealous?” Chris jeered, following Luke’s gaze as it landed on you, conversing with the boy from Demeter.

“No. Not like she’ll sit with him anyway.” He proclaimed, his voice filled with a certainty he did not feel.

“You sure?” Chris asked, watching as you laughed brightly at whatever joke the boy was making.

“Oh, I’m so sure. Certain, even. So certain.” Luke said, drumming his fingers on the wood of the table, while trying to reassure himself.

This evening, you got to the campfire before him, and as he began to walk towards where you were sitting, he caught a glimpse of that boy making a beeline to you from the other direction.

He quickened his pace, only slowing slightly to revel in the way your face broke into sunshine when you caught sight of him.

Unfortunately, that momentary lapse in concentration was nearly his undoing, as only mere moments later, your attention was arrested by the boy from Demeter who appeared to have magically materialised right in front of you.

He sped up until it felt like he was running, sliding into the seat next to you right as the Demeter boy made his move.

“...do you mind if I sit-”

“Sorry man. Seat’s taken.” Luke smirked, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

“Oh, uh, sorry. Didn’t realise it was like that.” The boy looked between the two of you, the expression on his face torn between bitter and disappointed. He then made a quick exit, leaving you to try and digest the situation.

“Sorry I’m late.” He smiled, not moving the hand from where it sat on your upper arm.

“No problem,” You said, a look of bemusement on your face, “Gonna tell me what that was all about?”

“Um-”

“And why are you so out of breath? And-”

He was saved from further questioning by your siblings starting the first song of the night.

I: He always worried about you

“How much longer are we gonna have to walk?” Luke whined, although it was pretty obvious he wasn’t really annoyed by the bright smile on his face.

“Not that much farther!” You called back, practically skipping ahead as you neared the edge of the strawberry fields.

“Good. I feel like my feet are gonna fall off. Y’know how to fix fallen-off-feet, Doc?”

“Are you doubting my skills, Castellan?” You gasped, spinning around to face him, your hands planted firmly on your hips.

“Hmm, maybe?” He mused, smiling wider as you skipped back to him.

“Well, don’t. Or I’ll hit you over the head with the picnic basket.” You responded, before linking your arm with his, and leading him to a small spot that was free of the strawberry plants.

“Happy now?”

He sighed, placing the basket down gently before slumping to the floor, “Overjoyed.”

He stayed like that for a minute, watching out of the corner of his eye as you spread the blanket across the dirt floor, smoothing it down gently and unpacking the various food items you had prepared.

Luke cracked a small grin as he watched, marvelling in the way you glowed in the sun. Everyday he thought you couldn't get more beautiful, and everyday he was proven wrong.

He sat up to tuck in to the picnic, admiring the way you rolled your eyes at him with fondness as you also moved to sit down.

“Finally decided to- OW!” You exclaimed, cutting off your own statement as you cried out in pain.

Luke was immediately by your side, asking what was wrong as you tentatively picked your hand up off the floor, shaking it side to side.

“Holy shit that hurts.” You murmured, looking down at the thorn that had lodged itself into your hand.

“You're gonna be ok, don’t worry, I’ll get it out for you.” He reassured, although he seemed much more worried than you.

“Luke,” You laughed, “I’m all good. Camp’s best doctor, remember?” You reminded, before reaching into your palm and pulling the thorn out in one fell swoop.

As soon as it was out, he was grabbing your palm, cradling it in his hand and inspecting the tiny wound carefully.

“You're sure you’re ok? We can-”

“I’m perfectly fine. Why are you so stressed about this?” You asked, confused. He had always been protective, but not usually to such an extreme.

“Oh, uh, I dunno, just don’t want you to get hurt.” He muttered, still running his fingers along the palm of your hand.

“So I can’t have a thorn in my hand, but you're allowed to wander into the infirmary with massive gashes up your side?”

He chuckled, his voice low, “Yeah. I guess that’s right.”

“You’re impossible, Castellan.” You whispered, and when your eyes met once again, you felt a shift in the air.

Suddenly all the events throughout your friendship made perfect sense, and it was like you had finally found the missing piece to a seemingly impossible puzzle.

Luke had clearly seen the realisation in your eyes, as he raised his free hand to cup your cheek, your face warming slightly under his touch.

"Please tell me I'm not reading too much into all of this." You sighed.

"You're not. I don't know how you didn't realise." Luke chuckled, "May I?" He asked, and you nodded, both of you moving forward to meet the other’s lips.

And you couldn’t help but wonder, how you hadn’t realised sooner.

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michelleleewise · 1 year

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Hello michelle!!! For the sake of privacy you may call me Sage, but I love your work and I wanted to make a request for a fic. Completely okay if you're not up to it though. Don't stress yourself :)))

Here are a few points you can keep in mind while writing, the rest is totally up to you <3

¤ Loki and Reader have been sworn enemies ever since he came to the tower

¤ They 'hate' eachother but sometimes end up accidentally flirting

¤ Reader ignores the feels and gets with another person, much to the dislike of Loki and we get some jealousy scenes (if possible)

¤ Something happens with reader's,now ex, partner (cheating or sum) and loki unknowingly pokes fun at their relationship which causes reader to burst into tears. Loki's demeanor completely changes once he sees her current state and he becomes all soft and fluffy and calms reader down

¤ happy endings with confessions

TYYYY, ONCE AGAIN, LOVE YOU AND YOUR WORK 🥰

Hiiiii Sage!!!! Sorry this took a minute to get to!!! Thank you so much for sending this to me!! I absolutely love enemies to lovers🥰, this got a bit away from me and grew a mind of its own...I hope you don't mind!! I hope you like it!! 💚💚💚

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I Hate You

Pairing: Avenger Loki x Avenger female reader

Warnings: self esteem issues, sexual innuendo, flirting, kissing, y/n's bf being a total ass, swearing, mentions of injury (not very graphic), mean Loki, insults, mentions of cheating (not Loki), crying, throwing things, yelling, jealousy, I think that's it....let me know if I missed something......

Summary: y/n and Loki have "hated eachother almost since he arrived back on earth....but are things as they seem.....

A/n- aahhh!! Again....this totally ran away with me!!! Sorry!!! (Or am i?.....hehe) aaaand a new pic! 😁 a very very special Thank you to @mochie85 and @high-functioning-lokipath for helping me work part my writers block and brainstorming with me! Your amazing!!! 💚💚💚

You walked into the training room, setting your towel and water bottle down you made your way over to the mats, spreading your feet apart you bent over touching your toes standing back up you reached up to the ceiling before bending back over when you heard an all too familiar voice behind you "now that is a view I could get used to." He purred making you roll your eyes. You stood up turning your head to see the last person you wanted to "in your dreams Laufeyson." You sneered continuing your stretching "and who says I don't darling." He said slowly circling you "but in my experience, dreams are never as good as...reality." He said coming to stand in front of you. "Dont you have anything better to do....or anyone?" You snarked straightening out seeing a smirk spread across his face "is that an offer darling?" He asked taking a step closer "your disgusting" you said pushing past him heading towards the sparring mats.

"Come now darling, do you mean to tell me you haven't thought about it?" He asked quickly trailing behind as you stopped in the middle of the mat "I swear to God.." you sighed, freezing feeling Loki's warm breath on your neck "mmm I would allow that..." he breathed against your ear "in fact...I would expect it...demand it..." he whispered stepping close enough you could feel the heat from his chest seeping into your back "I would hear you screaming my name...and only my name...for all to hear." He continued, closing your eyes you felt him trailing his finger up your bare arm sending a shiver up your spine "but only if you were a good girl." He cooed nudging the shell of your ear with his nose "do you wish to be my good girl kitten?" He whispered, your breath hitching feeling his fingers slip under the strap of your tank top.

"can you picture it? I'm sure you have... Me taking you as you deserve to be...thoroughly..." he said shifting to your other ear "completely...your delicate walls clenching around me." He said, His words shooting straight to your core making you squeeze your thighs together. He huffed a laugh in your ear as his fingers traveled down towards the swell of your breasts "I know I can...and it is delightful." He said rubbing his nose along your ear "i...I hate you Loki." You gritted hearing him laugh again "mmm do you? Because your body tells a different story." He said tilting his head up "I can smell you kitten." He barely whispered, his lips ghosting your ear when your eyes shot open.

You quickly turned placing your hands on his chest shoving as hard as you could but barely moving him "oh dear...have I hit a nerve?" He laughed smiling at you. "I can't stand you." You growled watching him shake his head "you are incredibly pent up, I could help you release some of that...tension." He said taking a step closer "hate sex can be very...satisfying." He said, his smile spreading wider. God you wanted to punch him in his stupidly beautiful face. "Look Loki. I..." you were cut off as Steve walked in "y/n, can I have a word?" He asked making you sigh "uh oh...someones in trouble." Loki mocked laughing "you better run along kitten before you get put in time out." He snarked turning around. It took everything in you not to kick him in the back of the knee "now y/n." Steve said making you sigh. "Coming." You called out seeing Loki turn his head and wink as you walked over to Steve.

"What's up Steve?" You asked crossing your arms "walk with me." He said turning and walking out into the hallway as you followed behind him "we're getting a new member to the team, Jason." Steve said handing you a small file "I want you to be his go to on day to day things, showing him around, teaching him the ropes." He said as you nodded "he'll be reporting tomorrow so meet me at fury's office at six am sharp." He said turning continuing down the hall. You leaned against the wall flipping through the file "Jason eh?" Loki's voice sounded from behind you "can't you ever mind your own business?" You snarked quickly closing the file "now what kind of partner would I be if I didn't care hmm?" He asked crossing his arms

"do you try to be this insufferable or is it just your personality?" You asked turning to look at him "bit of both really." He snarked back "i do love to see how red your cheeks can get." He smirked down at you. "God I hate you." You sighed turning to head down the hall "oh I know." He called from behind you. Shaking your head you headed to your room, closing the door behind you you sat on the bed closing your eyes. "Dammit!" You yelled clenching your fists. You tried not to let him get to you, to goad you...but he always seemed to find a way to get a rise out of you and you hated it. You flopped back on the bed staring at the ceiling, if you were honest with yourself you didn't hate Loki...quite the opposite, but he had squashed any chance of anything ever happening between you practically as soon as he arrived. You took a deep breath, thinking back to that day.

You walked into the large ballroom, biting your lip you looked around the large crowd trying to find the one man you were here for. "Who is that gorgeous woman?" Nat asked coming up next to you "i...thanks nat." You smiled looking down "He would be an idiot to turn you down, now go get em tiger." She smiled nudging your side. You nodded as you set off on your mission, you wrung your hands together when you heard Thor's laugh booming through the room. You walked towards the blonde god when something caught your attention out of the corner of you eye. You glanced over seeing the God you were after walking out onto the balcony. "There you are." You said to yourself, smoothing your dress you followed behind him.

stepping out onto the balcony you saw Loki standing at the balustrade, his tall lithe frame clothed perfectly in his all black suit, hugging every curve of him to perfection as he sipped from his champagne glass. You opened your mouth to say something when another voice sounded from the shadows "I think she's going to ask you out." You heard, seeing Bucky step up next to him when you heard Loki laugh "please, me...go out with her?" Loki asked shaking his head "come on, y/n's a nice girl." Bucky said looking to Loki "she is insignificant...a weak pathetic little thing." He sneered looking out into the city "the day I do anything with her is the day I've lost my mind." He said sipping from his glass again.

You felt the tears prickling your eyes, closing them you shook your head when you heard your name "y/n? Are you ok?" Bucky asked as you looked up, your eyes meeting Loki's when you felt a tear stream down your cheek. "I...yes I'm fine...never better." You said quickly wiping your cheek you raised your chin "I think I need a drink." You said quickly turning back towards the doors "y/n...may I have a word?" You heard Loki's voice making you freeze. Everything he just said running through your mind "no Loki, you can't." You said turning your head to look at him "in fact, never speak to me again...Laufeyson." you sneered gritting your teeth when you saw something you couldn't describe flash in his eyes "very well." He said looking down to his feet as you turned and went back to the party.

You sighed at the memory, it had been two years since you had your dreams crushed, two years since you cursed Tony's existence when he decided to make you Loki's permanent partner on missions "but you guys work so well together." He had said making you want to punch him, two years you watched the man you had fallen for flirt with everyone but you. You rolled over looking at the clock you saw it was getting late so you decided to try to get some sleep before your new babysitting job started tomorrow.

You walked into the kitchen, setting your purse down you opened the fridge grabbing a bottle of water when the bane of your existence strolled in "well well, where are we off to?" Loki asked leaning on the counter "none of your damn business Laufeyson." You said turning to see your tormentor smiling at you "let me guess...date with the little boy?" He snarked walking around the counter "his name Is Jason, and your one to talk." You snarked back adjusting your low cut black maxi dress. "You know what y/n, you couldn't handle a real man." He said stalking closer to you making your eyes shoot up "and you have the emotional intelligence of a cucumber." You said matching his step "so why don't you run along to the bar and pick up one of your bleach blonde bimbos because that's the only woman who could tolerate you." You snarled as you came toe to toe with eachother

"atleast they would be able to satisfy me." He snarled towering over you "you wouldn't know how to properly service a man if you had a manual." He said smirking. Feeling your face heat up you raised up on your toes, even in your heels he loomed over you "you have no idea what I'm capable of...laufeyson." you said smirking back at him "you wouldn't even remember your own name when I was through with you." You said leaning closer, your chest brushing his, the cut of your dress pushing your cleavage up you saw his eyes quickly glance down before shooting back up "I would make you come so hard the only thing you would remember Is me." You whispered, smiling seeing his cheeks flush and his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed hard. "Hey babe, you ready?" You heard behind you, turning your head seeing Jason adjusting his tie "coming love." You said taking a step back from Loki you grabbed your purse turning to Jason "happy six months love." You said wrapping your arms around his neck smiling up at him, he was taller then you but considerably shorter then Loki "happy six months babe." He smiled back leaning down he gently pressed his lips to yours, feeling Loki's gaze on your back you tilted your head deepening the kiss hearing a low groan from behind you.

"Must you make such a display in a public area, I may lose my dinner." Loki snarked. You pulled back looking over seeing his eyebrows furrowed and his arms crossed "have fun with your hand tonight laufeyson." You said grabbing Jason's hand you pulled him behind you "night Loki." You heard Jason say but got no response "ignore him, He's just mad someone dropped a house on his sister." You said hearing Jason laugh you stopped and turned seeing Loki place his hands on the counter leaning forward shaking his head, his eyes screwed shut as he sighed. Maybe I went too far you thought when Jason tugged your hand "come on babe, we have reservations." He said as you nodded and followed behind him.

You couldn't get loki out of your head the rest of the night. Yes you bickered back and forth, but you don't remember seeing him look so defeated before. "Babe..." Jason said pulling you from your thoughts "yes...sorry I was lost in thought." You said looking over to him "its ok, I was gonna ask..." he started when you made it to your door "I heard what you said...to Loki." He said wiggling his eyebrows "oh! That...I was just trying to get back at him." You laughed looking down to your feet "well, I was thinking...we've been dating six months." He said as you nodded "and I was wondering if maybe....tonight we could...." he trailed off waving his hand in the air.

"Oh...umm..." you started, biting your lip when he stepped closer sliding a hand around your side "I wouldn't mind forgetting my name." He smiled when you placed a hand on his chest "I'm just...I don't think im ready yet." You smiled up at him seeing his face drop "well when do you think you will be?" He asked taking a step back as his hand dropped "I don't know. I just..." you shrugged looking down "I'll tell you as soon as I am." You said watching him nod "ok, goodnight y/n" He said leaning down kissing your forehead "Goodnight jason." You said opening your door slipping inside you quietly closed it behind you, pressing your back to the door closing your eyes, Jason's disappointed expression running through your mind.

You walked towards the bedroom slipping your heels off you flopped on the bed. It wasn't that Jason wasn't attractive, quite the opposite with his dark hair and blue eyes, but you had never been the type to fool around, wanting to find a deeper connection then just the physical. It's what caused your last boyfriend to "look elsewhere." You sighed laying back looking up at the ceiling "just do it y/n, your not a virgin." You told yourself rolling over you closed your eyes remembering all the times Jason had asked for more, waiting for you but you knew he was getting impatient. Smiling deciding you would invite Jason over for dinner and a little "dessert". You crawled up the bed climbing under the covers you snuggled down into your pillow trying to find sleep before your mission with his highness in the morning.

It had been a week since your date with Jason and things were beginning to feel off. You had tried to text him a few times but all be gave you was short one word answers, causing your anxiety to rise remembering your ex "no, he wouldn't do that, he cares about me." You said to yourself as you walked into the training room "your late!" Loki yelled sternly making you roll your eyes "I'm here aren't i?" You called back tossing your things down "I have better things to do then to wait for you to detach yourself from that man child of yours." Loki growled as you walked over to the mat he was on pulling your hair up "mmm miss the company of your hand already?" You snarked as he stared you down "what I do in my chambers is not your concern." He snarled gripping his daggers tightly "are we going to train or not?" You snapped closing your eyes. "Oh, is someone feeling a little...frustrated?" He asked laughing "Shut up Laufeyson." You said gritting your teeth.

"Ooo someone's not getting serviced properly." He laughed again making you sigh. "And i see it isn't Jason." He continued making your eyes shoot open seeing Loki point to the door. You looked over seeing Jason walk in with Shanice, one of Tony's lab assistants. "It seems you made him forget your name as well." You heard Loki say as you watched the two face eachother, a large smile spread across her face as she ran a finger up his bicep. "My my, maybe I should have a talk with her as well...I've heard she knows what she's doing." Loki purred coming up behind you. "Screw you Loki." You said as you walked towards Jason "anytime darling." You heard Loki call out as you got closer to the two.

"ok, I'll see you later." You heard Shanice say as she winked and turned back to the door "oh, hey y/n." Jason said turning to you with a smile "Hey love, I was wondering if maybe you wanted to come to my room tonight?" You asked stepping closer to him "I was gonna make dinner, maybe some....dessert." you purred running a hand up his chest "ok, sounds good." He said stepping around you heading for the locker rooms. You looked over seeing Loki watching you intently "see you tonight love!" You called out seeing Jason wave his hand in the air not turning around. You bit your lip, your anxiety flaring again when your eyes met Loki's again, something you weren't sure of swirling in them...pity...anger... making you uneasy as you grabbed your things

"leaving so soon?" He asked walking over to you "it's none of your business Loki." You said quickly walking to the door. "I wager he'll he too occupied to show." Loki called out from behind you making you freeze. You slowly turned trying to keep the last of your composure seeing him smile "I'll gladly collect that when your proven wrong...laufeyson" you growled quickly walking out before he could open his big mouth again. You headed to your room, slamming the door behind you throwing your stuff on the couch "God I hate him!" You yelled clenching your fists. You took a few deep breaths before grabbing a clean towel and heading for the shower.

You set the table, rushing into the kitchen putting the finishing touches on the spaghetti dish you made before taking it and setting it on the table "perfect." You smiled smoothing down your deep purple dress, adjusting the lingerie underneath as you pushed your beasts up when you heard a knock at the door "one second." You called out, taking one last glance in the mirror you hurried to the door, opening it seeing Jason standing there smiling down at his phone "Hey love." You said as he looked up, his smile dropping "Hey y/n." He said as you stepped aside letting him in. "So, I made spaghetti...your favorite." You smiled walking over to the table seeing he hadn't moved from the doorway "a...and I was thinking...after dinner maybe we could." You started

"y/n, I dont want to see you anymore" Jason said crossing his arms in front of him "wha...why?" You asked taking a step towards him "because, I don't want to be with you." He said, his tone cold and emotionless "but i...we...we were fine....everything was fine." You said feeling tears well in your eyes "well maybe for you." He said taking a step towards the door "I'm a man y/n, I have needs." He said as his phone rang "speaking of." He said pulling it out answering it "yeah...just give me five minutes I'm almost done....ok love you too." He said as he hung up opening your door "jason..." you breathed taking another step towards him "get it through your head y/n, I don't want you...now if you will excuse me there is someone waiting for me." He said smiling "and she definitely knows how to make me forget my name." He winked closing the door as he left.

You stood frozen, staring at the spot Jason had just been when you heard your phone go off. You felt numb, moving on autopilot you walked over to the counter, your hands shaking as you picked it up, seeing a text from Loki you opened it "Stark just informed me we have a mission in the morning, do try to be on time." You stared at it, your mind still reeling as you attempted to process everything that just happened when another text popped up "but I am certain you will be done early." Tears pricked your eyes as you stared at the screen when everything hit you at once "Dammit!" You screamed throwing your phone across the room watching it shatter against the wall. Storming over to the table you grabbed the dish of spaghetti throwing it hard at the door, glass and noodles exploding against the wood, the screams burning your lungs as you sank to your knees on the floor. "Why am I never enough?" You whispered to yourself as you laid down, curling into a ball on the floor you clutched your knees to your chest as the sobs wracked through you.

You looked across the bar, sipping your drink watching your target. You had been stuck on this mission with Loki for days and you were going crazy. Every snide comment cutting deeper and deeper as you still tried to process what happened the other night. Thankfully you were about to apprehend the hydra agent you were after so you could go back to the tower and lick your wounds in private when Loki's voice cut through your consciousness "are you sure you will be able to seduce him? I am not sure your his type." Loki snarked into the coms making you grit your teeth. You screwed your eyes shut as Jason's words echoed through your mind "maybe we should contact Shanice." He said laughing when your eyes shot open, looking across the bar your eyes met his seeing his smile drop. "Y/n?" He asked into the coms as you pulled it out dropping it onto your drink as you stood and began walking towards the agent.

"Hey there, can I buy you a drink?" You purred running a hand up the man's arm. "Not interested." He said not looking up from his phone "well how about a little fun then?" You asked stepping closer to him "I'm not into whores." He said finally looking up at you "especially ugly ones." He said laughing as he stood up "good luck." He snarked tossing money onto the bar as he walked off. You stood frozen staring at the bar when you saw movement out of the corner of your eye, looking seeing Loki punch the man in the face before dragging him through the door "shit..." you sighed quickly running after them you burst out the door looking around when you heard grunts coming from the alley

"how dare you speak to her that way." You heard Loki snarl as you ran into the alley "loki! What are you doing!?" You yelled watching him shove the man against the brick wall "securing the target, what else." He said holding the man there by the throat "we have to go!" You yelled hearing voices coming from further in the alley "I'm not through with this one yet." He snarled when a gunshot rang through the alley "Loki, let's go!" You yelled pulling your gun out from your purse aiming down the alley you fired a few warnings shots when you looked back seeing Loki slam the man's head against the wall as he slumped the the ground "loki, we..." you were cut off by a sharp pain in your shoulder knocking you off your feet "y/n!" Loki yelled as you sat up "fuck!" You yelled pressing your hand to your shoulder seeing red "Dammit!" You gritted as Loki walked over grabbing you arm pulling you up

"let go!" You yelled ripping your arm away "y/n, I was only.." he started when you looked up at him, seeing his eyes soften "get us back to the jet." You growled gritting your teeth as he gently placed his hand on your other shoulder, closing your eyes you felt the familiar tingle that came when Loki teleported you. Opening your eyes you saw that you were inside the jet "here, let me see." He said walking towards you "no, don't touch me!" You yelled storming to the back of the jet grabbing the first aid kit "stop being so stubborn and let me see it!" Loki demanded following you when you slammed the kit down "no! Haven't you done enough!" You yelled feeling the tears welling in your eyes as you looked up at him "just get us back to the tower so I can go back to my pathetic existence." You snarled ripping the kit open "y/n, i..." he started

"haven't you ruined my life enough?" You asked feeling the tears steaming down you cheek "you have made it abundantly clear how weak and useless I am, and guess what...you were right!" You yelled ripping your dress seeing the wound in your shoulder "so just get us back and I'll tell Tony to give you a better partner." You hissed pressing gauze to the wound "y/n please, just listen." Loki said taking a step forward you slammed you hand down on the table "no! I won't...get us back...now!" You yelled seeing him jump as your eyes met his "very well." He said looking down he walked to the cockpit as you sat down, holding your head in your hands unable to stop the sobs that wracked through you you tried to cover your mouth as you rocked back and forth feeling the jet lift off you closed your eyes thankful you would be home soon and back to your room.

~~one week later~~

You grunted at the pain in your shoulder as you slid your tank top on, trying to get dressed. You hadn't left your room since you got back and thankfully loki had given you a wide birth since, there was no way you could handle him right now. You looked in the mirror pulling your hair back sighing seeing the dark circles under your eyes "well, thats as good as its gonna get." You said walking to your door. You were happy to stay locked up but Bruce told you you needed to start working your shoulder, so you begrudgingly made you way to the training room, hoping you would be alone but already knowing better, the men in the tower practically lived in the gym.

You took a deep breath, walking inside seeing Loki training with Thor, his daggers sending sparks in the air as they clashed with Thor's hammer. Looking further you saw Steve sparring with bucky and Nat on the treadmill. You quietly walked in, slowly setting your things down when you looked up meeting eyes with Loki. You quickly put your head down sitting on the bench to tie your shoes when a woman's giggle pulled your attention to the door, sighing seeing Jason walk in with Shanice on his arm, running a hand up his bicep "last night was amazing." She said looking at you as she smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Mmm your so sexy." He purred as he pressed his lips to hers. I can't do this you said to yourself as you got up, feeling the familiar sting in your eyes as you grabbed your things when you heard the sound of metal clanging to the floor.

Turning around you saw Loki taking purposeful strides towards you, ripping his gloves off throwing them to the floor as he stormed closer, his eyes boring into making you shiver as he came up on you "Loki...wha..." you were cut off as his hand clasped the back of your head, his fingers twining in your hair as he pulled you to him. All rational thought left you as his mouth crashed into yours, electricity shooting through you as his lips caressed yours. You felt him pull back, opening your eyes they met his as they searched yours "y/n. I.." he started when you reached up burying you fingers into his messy curls you pulled his lips back down to yours, tilting your head deepening the kiss earning a growl from him as your tongue glided across his bottom lip.

"Y/n" you heard him whisper as your tongue dove past his parted lips, moaning into his mouth feeling his other hand at your hip slowly sliding down cupping your ass, feeling him shiver as you fingers dove under the hem of his shirt ghosting over the skin above his shorts, traveling around to his lower back biting his bottom lip as you pulled his hips towards you feeling his hard length press against your stomach. "Aahh....y/n.." he moaned as you sucked on his bottom lip releasing it with a soft pop as you pulled back looking up into his eyes as you both tried to catch your breath. "Loki." You vaguely heard someone call out as you stared into eachothers eyes, his hand coming up cupping your cheek.

"Loki." You heard again, realizing it was Thor "H..he's calling you." You whispered unable to break Loki's gaze "hmm?" He hummed as his thumb caressed your cheek "he's calling you." You whispered as Thor walked over to you "Brother, what is the matter with you, did you forget your name?" Thor laughed when you saw Loki smile "it seems i have." He said making your cheeks heat up you looked over seeing shanice huff before grabbing Jason's hand and storming from the room. "Well, I'll leave you two alone." Thor said as he walked out as well. You looked back up at Loki, his eyes soft as you took a deep breath "Loki, i.." you started when he pressed a finger to your lips "y/n, please....there is something I have needed to say for sometime now." He said quietly slowly lowering his finger he grabbed your hands

"what you heard that night on the balcony." He started looking down "i...I did not mean a word of it." He said looking back up to you "then...why?" You asked feeling him squeeze your hand "when I first met you, you were so beautiful and kind, and I was...I am...a monster." He whispered as you shook your head "no...you aren't." You said squeezing his hands back "y/n, I've killed people, I attempted to rule your planet, i..." he started when you placed your finger in his lips "that wasn't you, you...Loki...have been mistreated, abused, lied to." You said seeing a tear steam down his cheek "you have a big heart, even though not many get the chance to see it." You said wiping his cheek with your thumb "but i...I have been so unkind to you...the things I've said." He trailed off looking down

"would you allow me to make amends? Allow me to treat you as you deserve?" He asked, biting his lip as he looked back up at you, a sadness In his eyes you hadn't seen before. "Well, I suppose you do owe me." You said smiling making his eyebrow arch "that asshat did show up that night." You said nodding towards the door "so if I remember correctly I won the wager." You said seeing him smile "you are correct, what does the lady wish as payment?" He asked taking a step closer to you "name it and it shall be yours." He said bringing your hand to his lips kissing the back of it "a date...I want to go out to dinner with you...get to know you...the you that you've kept hidden." You said seeing him smile "as you wish, I shall be at your room at eight o'clock." He said taking a step back "I look forward to it." You smiled as he nodded and walked towards the door

"and Loki?" You called out as he turned "i...I'm sorry." You said biting your lip "for all the mean things I said to you." You said seeing him smile "I am sorry too, it will never happen again" He said placing a hand over his heart "you have my word." He said "eight o'clock." You said smiling seeing him return it before walking out. You couldn't help the squeal that escaped you as you grabbed your things and ran to your room to get ready. Excitement running though you at the prospect of a second chance, one you were not going to let get away this time.

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natriae · 1 year

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Hiiiii love ur writing hope ur having anice day..... Pls can I request osamu X reader where he's stern /stubborn but a bit soft for reader hehe whatever genre u want 🫶

OMG YESS I LOVE SOFT SPOT OSAMU (i actually had something planned with this with dad samu)

"daddy, daddy, guess what," Osamu turned around from behind the counter at the voice of his little girl. She came running in and her little sparkly backpack came bouncing in behind her.

"what baby?" Osamu asked leaning over the counter to see her tiny frame.

Getting on her tip-toes and grabbing the edge of the counter the mini miya said, "rinnie-kun surprised us when I were shopping with mommy!"

"oh did he now..." Osamu was not happy. He had asked Suna to stay away from his daughter because he was a bad influence. He didn't want to have to explain what a vape was to his daughter already.

"yeahh, hehe," she giggled at the thought of Suna. Osamu had overheard a conversation between you and his daughter the other night. After a game night with old inarizaki team members your daughter went on and on about how "pretty" suna was and how he's such a prince. Yeah prince my ass. Every time he comes over she'll run to him and hold on to his shirt for the whole night. NEVER leaving his side. Which suna didn't mind until he wanted to smoke.

Walking in behind your daughter you immediately see Osamu's sour face. She must have already told him that you guys ran into Suna. Yes he was your husbands best friend but Osamu had always been a little stubborn and protective when it came to his girls. Picking her up you lifted her over the counter and halfway switched her to Osamu's arms so she could give him a hug. If there was one thing about your daughter that didn't make any sense was how much of chatter box she was. Both you and osamu barely talked, often communicating though looks and gestures, but she was a miya after all.

"and daddy he looked so handsome," At that she lifted her hands off of her father's shoulders and moved them over her eyes kicking her legs in the process. You could tell he was angry because she was kicking him in the tummy but all that anger washed away when he looked at her again. Asking her calmly to calm down she listened and put her head on his dad's shoulder. Turning around she immediately perked up when she saw familiar sharp eyes walking though the door. She squealed in delight before Osamu could even turn around and utter out a hello.

"hi sweetpea," Suna said with a smile at the little girl. He knew she had a little crush on him and thought it was hilarious to see the anger on Osamu's face. Osamu immediately put his daughter down and told her to go to her mommy in his office. He came out from behind the counter and dragged Suna outside the restaurant to properly fight him. If there was one thing that came out of being twins with Atsumu was that he knew how to fight.

"mommmyyyyy, Dad's making the face again with his eyebrows," she then repeated the angry face with an uncanny resemblance to her father. You couldn't help but let out a little giggle because it felt like when you first met Osamu again. He was stubborn to everyone but you. Always making a srunched up face when he was or even slightly ticked off at someone, but it would always disappear the minute you showed up.

Walking out back you see the two grown men fighting each other and just stood on one of the steps with your arms crossed and one eyebrow raised. As if he could sense your presence Osamu immediately pushed Suna off of him and began to apologize to you for acting immature.

"simp," Suna said with his a slight bruise forming on his cheek bone.

"no!" the power Osamu's no held was unlike anything else. From years of managing his restaurant and having Atsumu as a brother he's learn to be very stern and be very powerful with his words, but of course he could never say no to you.

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu fluff #haikyuu suna #osamu headcanons #osamu imagine #miya osamu #osamu x reader #miya osamu x reader #osamu fluff #suna rintarou #osamu miya imagine #osamu miya x reader #osamu miya

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wavypotatochips · 1 month

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Elevator Mishap || Central Cee

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 : CentralCee x Female reader

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 : You find yourself trapped in an elevator with a mysterious stranger who turns out to be the famous rapper Central Cee in disguise. [FLUFF/ LIGHT TENSION]

𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: HIIIII GUYS omg so much stuff has happened personally in my life but I am back and better!! Central Cee is so fine and I just always wanted to write something with him lol. Its been a while since I have wrote something, so bare with me c': I have no requests, so feel free to send some in!

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ♥

"I find it hard to believe I'm actually here," you murmur under your breath, a mix of disbelief and disinterest coloring your tone as you wait for the elevator to reach your floor. While most girls would gush with excitement at the prospect of attending a Central Cee concert in the UK alongside their best friends, Stacey and Rosalina, you find yourself unable to share in their fervor. The trio, inseparable since middle school, practically dragged you along when they scored free tickets to the concert, complete with all expenses paid. Despite their infectious enthusiasm for Central Cee, you couldn't summon the same level of excitement, feeling rather indifferent towards his music. Meanwhile, your best friends are back in the hotel room, immersed in making TikToks while belting out Central Cee's tunes. You made an excuse about needing to run down to the convenience store on the ground floor to grab a snack, eager to escape the impending festivities. As the elevator doors finally slide open, you step inside, your mind already elsewhere, contemplating the potentially underwhelming night ahead, especially given your lack of interest in the artist.

Absentmindedly humming to yourself, you press the button for the ground floor before casually leaning against the elevator wall. A brief moment of panic strikes as you pat your pockets, realizing your phone must have been left behind in the hotel room. Before you can fully process this inconvenience, the elevator lurches upward, and a figure clad entirely in black, sporting a ski mask, shades, and a hat, enters. You brush off the peculiar attire, attributing it to the chilly weather outside, but a faint sense of unease begins to gnaw at you as the elevator door closes.

The person does not press any buttons, signaling they were also going to the bottom floor like you were. You tried not to stare at the person beside you, but the clothes they were wearing screamed wealth. You look at their shoes as the elevator begins to go down. Suddenly, the elevator comes to a stop with a shake. You widen your eyes as anxiety kicks in, confused on what is going on. You look over at the stranger, not being able to see their expression before walking over and pressing the first-floor button again. This time, the elevator doesn't seem to budge nor is it telling you what floor you two are currently on.

“There's no way,” noticing the elevator may be stuck, your heart sinks down. The stranger walks closer to you, giving them a try themselves to press the buttons. You step back to give them room. Noticing the buttons will not budge for them either, you sigh and press the red button that signals a representative. A few minutes pass before someone speaks, “Hello? Is everything alright?,” the statically voice states.

“Yeah, ummm I think the elevator is stuck. We also can’t see what floor we are on,” you respond.

“Okay, please remain calm we are sen-,” the voice cuts off.

“Hello?,” you question, “HELLLOOOOOO?,” spamming the button again.

“Lady we can't hear YOUUU!,” You state pressing the button.

“You should stop before you break it.” The voice of the person speaks with a deep British accent, you now know they are a male. You turn to look at him, continuing to press the button a few more times before stopping. You sigh, sitting down on the floor.

“Just great,” you mumble while lowering your head in defeat. You are not someone with claustrophobia, plus the elevator was a decent size so it's not as if you were scared you were trapped. Only annoyed. While your head is low, you hear clothes shuffling causing you to look back up. The man begins to take off his coat and hat, probably also realizing we are not going to be getting out anytime soon. You shift your legs so you are now sitting criss-cross on the floor, your back against the wall as you look up at the elevator's ceiling.

“Don't worry, I bet they will come soon,” the man speaks once again with a reassuring voice. You keep your head up, “I know, it just sucks. This is my first time in the UK and I'm spending my first night trapped in an elevator with a stranger, no offense.” You hear a chuckle, ”None taken. What are you in the UK for if you don't mind me asking?” You can tell he just wanted small talk, and you didn't mind. I mean after all, you are stuck here for who knows how long.

“My Best friends and I are here for the Central Cee concert,” you respond, continuing to study the French painting that is plastered on the ceiling of the elevator.

“Are you excited to go?,” he questions, resulting in you shrugging,” I don't care too much about him. Nothing against him, but you know, not really my taste.”

Silence settles between you for a moment, punctuated only by the occasional crackle of the intercom and the faint hum of the elevator's mechanisms.

"So, what brings you to the concert if you're not a fan?" he asks, curiosity evident in his voice.

You offer a half-smile, considering your response. "Honestly, I'm just here for my friends. Stacey and Rosalina are huge fans, and they practically begged me to come along. Figured it would be a fun night out, even if the music isn't really my thing."

He nods in understanding, a thoughtful expression crossing his features. "Ah, the sacrifices we make for friendship," he muses, a hint of amusement coloring his tone. “Maybe after the concert you will be my fan.”

His unexpected comment catches you off guard, and you find yourself momentarily taken aback. With a furrowed brow, you glance down, your eyes widening and eyebrows raising in confusion. And there he stands, Central Cee himself, his presence suddenly filling the confined space of the elevator. His pearly white teeth glint in the dim light, a charming smile gracing his lips.

If your best friends were in your position, they probably would have passed out by now. But you? You simply let out a small laugh, shaking your head slightly. “Mmmmm I don't think so. Your music just isn't my type,” you reply, your tone casual yet resolute. You glance back up at the ceiling, your interest clearly elsewhere.

Central Cee seems momentarily taken aback by your nonchalant response. He had perhaps expected screams of excitement or frenzied fangirling – or perhaps even both. But your composed demeanor only serves to intrigue him further. He closes his lips, the smile still lingering on his face, his gaze lingering on you with newfound curiosity.

"Really now?" he questions, a playful glint in his eyes. "What exactly is your type, hmm?"

“Not you, so it doesn't matter,” you respond with a casual flick of your gaze, focusing on your nail as if it holds the answers to the universe. Impatience begins to creep into your movements, prompting you to rise from your seat and stride over to the control panel, where you futilely press the buttons at random.

"Well, I would like to know," he persists, closing the distance between you with a deliberate step.

"It doesn't matter," you retort, your tone edged with determination.

"Yes, it does," he insists.

"No, it doesn't," you counter.

"Yes, it does."

"No, it do—" You cut yourself off mid-sentence, the absurdity of the situation dawning on you. "Wait, why am I even going back and forth with you?" The question is more to yourself, but Central Cee decides to respond.

"Because you do like me."

"No, I don't."

"Yes, you do."

"No, I don't."

"Yes, you do."

"No, I—" You catch yourself falling into the same cycle, causing him to chuckle.

"You know, you're cute when you get mad," he remarks, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. His words elicit a soft blush from you, prompting you to turn away and face the wall. "Leave me alone," you mumble.

"Awww, I'm sorry, love. Let me make it up to you," he responds cheekily.

"Make it up to me by getting this damn elevator to work," you grumble under your breath.

"If you can admit that I am your favorite artist, then I will make that happen," he confesses, catching you off guard.

You raise an eyebrow, turning to face him. "How?"

He tilts his head to the side, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Say it, and I will make it happen."

You exhale heavily, skepticism evident in your expression. "Why does it matter to you so much?" you question.

He shrugs, smiling. "Simply because."

You glare at him, his grin only widening in response. You decide to humor him, considering his celebrity status and the possibility of connections. "Fine. You are my favorite artist."

He raises his eyebrows, amused by your half-hearted admission. "I don't think that was sincere enough for me."

You let out another small breath. Stepping closer to him, you meet his gaze head-on. "Oakley, you are my favorite artist. I love your music so much; you are so talented."

His demeanor softens, his eyes meeting yours with sincerity. Something about saying his real name seems to have an effect on him. Whether it's your beauty or simply the use of his name, it stirs something within him, making him feel... nice.

You find yourself studying his features, admiring the way his light tan skin complements the arch of his eyebrows and the depth of his chocolate eyes. His small smile draws your attention, and you instinctively take a step back, coughing lightly to dispel the tension.

"Uhm... okay, I said it. Now, do your magic."

"You're right," he responds, retrieving his phone from his pocket.

"YOU HAD A PHONE THIS ENTIRE TIME??" you exclaim, incredulous.

"Yes," he simply responds, unlocking his phone.

You sigh. "Why didn't you say something?"

He shrugs nonchalantly. "Who wouldn't want to be trapped in an elevator with a beautiful girl like you?"

You open your mouth to reply, but the fluttering sensation in your stomach leaves you speechless. Despite your indifference towards his music, you can't deny his charm.

For a few moments, you find yourself lost in thought, your gaze dropping to your shoes. His voice interrupts your reverie, causing you to lift your head.

"Damn. I don't have any service," he says, raising his arm in a futile attempt to get a signal.

You watch as Central Cee furrows his brow in frustration, tapping futilely at his phone screen in a desperate attempt to find a signal. Despite the annoyance of being stuck in an elevator, you can't help but feel a strange sense of camaraderie with him, a shared bond forged in the confines of this metal box.

As the seconds tick by, the silence between you grows heavier, the tension palpable in the air. You glance at Central Cee, taking in the way the dim light of the elevator accentuates the contours of his face, casting shadows that dance across his features. Despite your best efforts to ignore it, you can't deny the flutter of excitement that flits through your stomach at the sight of him.

"Anything yet?" you ask, breaking the silence with a voice that comes out softer than intended.

Central Cee shakes his head, his expression a mixture of frustration and resignation. "Nothing. It's like this elevator is in its own little world, cut off from the rest of the universe."

Central Cee chuckles softly, the sound echoing in the confined space. "and here I thought being a famous rapper would exempt me from getting stuck in elevators," he remarks, a hint of amusement in his voice.

You smile, appreciating his attempt to inject a bit of humor into the situation. "Guess even celebrities aren't immune to elevator mishaps," you reply, your lips quivering in a half-smile.

He returns the smile, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer than necessary. "At least I'm stuck in here with someone interesting," he says, his tone laced with sincerity.

A blush rises to your cheeks at his compliment, and you quickly avert your gaze, suddenly feeling self-conscious under his scrutiny. "Thanks," you mumble, "I guess you aren't so bad yourself.."

Central Cee's smile widens at your response, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Well, I'll take that as a compliment," he says, his tone teasing yet genuine.

You chuckle softly, feeling a sense of ease settle over you as the tension between you dissipates. "Consider it one," you reply, meeting his gaze with a shy smile.

As the moments pass, you find yourself drawn into conversation with Central Cee, the topics ranging from trivial matters to deeper discussions about life, dreams, and everything in between. Despite the unusual circumstances that brought you together, you can't help but feel a sense of connection with him, a feeling of understanding that goes beyond mere words.

Eventually, after what feels like an eternity but is likely only a few hours, the elevator lurches back to life with a groan of protest, the sudden movement catching you off guard. Central Cee reaches out a hand to steady you, his touch warm and reassuring against your skin.

"We're moving again," he says, a note of relief in his voice.

You nod, a sense of anticipation building within you as the elevator ascends towards the surface. “Finally,” you say, though a pang of reluctance tugs at your heart. Deep down, you wish the elevator would stay broken, prolonging the fleeting moments you've shared with him. In the brief interlude of confinement, you've come to appreciate not just Central Cee, but the person behind the persona, Oakley. As the elevator hums back to life, you resign yourself to the inevitable parting that awaits you both, returning to the separate paths your lives had veered from.

Central Cee begins to adjust his attire, meticulously covering his features with the ski mask and glasses, returning to his "disguise". “Don't worry," you assure him, offering a small smile, "I won't breathe a word of this to anyone. It'll be our little secret.” Before he can respond, the elevator doors glide open, ushering in a flood of light and fresh air. Eager to break free from the confines of the elevator, you step out quickly, wary of being trapped again.

“Hey,” Central Cee calls out to you, his voice laced with a hint of concern, “I’ll see you tomorrow,yeah?” A flicker of something indefinable passes between you, a silent understanding that transcends words. Though you yearn for a deeper connection, you suppress the urge, unsure of what you truly desire. With a small smile, you nod in acknowledgement, “Yeah.”

As you both walk away, your steps leading you in opposite directions, you can't help but feel a sense of resonance, a shared moment that binds you together in thought. Despite the divergence of your paths and the separation of your lives, in that fleeting instant, your minds are aligned, fixated on each other, entwined in a momentary bond that defies explanation.

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my--moon · 3 months

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❝ Down In New Orleans ❞

Chapter Two; Down In New Orleans Summary; New day, more work. Just a slice of life with Donatella. Wait, who's that?

The sunbeams shone through the curtains, hitting Donnie's eyes like a laser. She stirred awake, groaning as she stretched her limbs out—making a small crack at her joints.

“Yeesh.. Shitty sleep. Nothin' coffee can't fix.” She smiled to herself, before spotting her kitten's judgemental look. “Don't give me that look, Vivi.”

Vivi was the only cat Donnie knew could roll her eyes at her owner. “Okay, rude.”

Sliding on her slippers, she walked through her halls, opening up the white blinds with a lazy smile. The soft hums of a tune came from Donnie, echoing through the small house.

Pouring the hot coffee into her mug, she heard the music from the street down the block start to play, indicating it was nearly work time.

It was always like that, they played at the exact same time everyday, and it was always 30 minutes before work. Donnie sighed with a smile.

“Good morning, New Orleans.”

And with that, she swigged down her coffee and headed up stairs to get dressed.

Walking down the rocky paths, with a skip in her step, Donnie walked down the streets of Louisiana. The occasional young lady saying hello to Donatella as she walked past.

“Morning Dona!”

“Morning Betty!”

“Good mornin' Donnie, how's Vivi?”

“Healthy as always, Veronica.”

“'Tella, my dear, you okay?”

“Stop worrying about me, Maggie, never been better.”

The "flapper" women in town always took a liking to Donnie, whether it was because she sometimes slipped them an extra sugar for their coffees or just because they found her interesting.

They saw her as a friend, and vice versa with Donnie to them.

The Bell rung throughout the small café, people were already sitting down in the booths, the chef already whipping up a few breakfasts. Donnie hung up her coat and got to work.

Rush hour came quicker than intended. As soon as Donnie put on her apron—customers flew in. The echos of coffee and pastry orders filled her ear drums.

This was her speciality.

Flicking on the kettle and calling out the names of customers for their drinks, Donnie was quick paced today, never in the same spot, hopping from table to table—placing down meals from waffles to hot tea.

“Flapjacks for Mr O'Crowley?”

“Thank you, Don.” The man called back as his food was placed.

“Coffee for Molls.”

“Cheers, sweet.” Miss Molly smiled, taking the mug off Donnie's hands. Donnie placed down a small cup to Molly's daughter.

“And, last but not least—Hot chocolate for Lil' Tia here.” The small girl giggled a thank you. Placing down a napkin for the girl, since Donatella knew Molly's baby was a messy one with her food.

Going back to the counter, Donnie kept up her soft smile. She brushed off her skirt and looked up to talk to the new customer. “Mornin'! What can I getcha today—Huh. Mimz...?”

Looking over the counter, the short flapper glanced back up at Donnie—with a hint of alcohol on her tongue. “Donniiiiee! Baby cakes! Hiiiii!”

Cocking an eyebrow at Mimzy, Donnie poured her a cup of water. “Hey, Mimzy... Can I getcha somethin'? Or you just come 'ere for a chat?” She eyed the flapper suspiciously.

Mimzy was never just over for a chat. Especially after ghosting Donnie for 2 months. She wanted something out of Donnie. She could feel it in her waters.

“What? Can't a gal like moi talk with her best friend?” Mimzy smiled, with one of those salesmen smiles; y'know the ones that try and sell you everything.

“Mimzy, we haven't spoken in months. You gotta whole lotta nerve callin' me your 'best friend'.” The Creole scoffed at Mimzy's excuse.

The flapper chuckled awkwardly, rubbing the back of her neck with a nervous smile. “Yea.. I got no excuse.”

Donatella passed her customer their strawberry shortcake before turning back to Mimzy. “So... Mimzy. Why are you really here?”

“...” Mimzy was silent with a guilty expression on her face. “Look, I know you don't like usin' that voodoo shit on people, buuutt—”

Mimzy quickly shut up at the sight of Donnie's cold and icy glare. “You need to shut up about that. Last thing I need is to get fired, okay?”

The short woman nodded, before asking again. “Can I get a refill on my water?” Donnie nodded, pouring more cold liquid in the glass.

Donnie turned away from Mimzy, looking at the menu to get her mind away from her hobby Mimzy mentioned just a second before.

“...Are you gonna order something?”

“What can fix a hangover?” Mimzy asked sheepishly. Donnie picked out a slice of cake from the glass sill.

“Fudge always helps me.”

The flapper nodded with a weak smile, before taking a bite. Covering her mouth as she chewed, Mimzy continued speaking.

“'Tella, I really need your help.”

Donatella rolled her eyes, glancing back at Mimzy. “With what?”

“Do you think your... Hobby... Can get someone out of debt?” Curiousity dripped in her tone, Mimzy must've gotten in deep shit to come to Don.

“What did you do.” It came out as a command rather than a question.

“Look. I borrowed some money from a guy a few months ago—and now he wants it back. But he's... Annoying, let's put it like that.” Rambling in, Mimzy took a sip of her water. “He really wants his cash. And I don't have it. I don't wanna get Alastor involved either—”

“Who the fuck is Alastor?” Donatella looked back with a puzzled expression upon her brown complexion. Was this the same Alastor she saw not long ago? Abigail's son?

“Y'know, guy who works at radio. He's a sweet guy, but I don't want to break his trust—”

Yep, mostly likely the same bloke.

Donatella rolled her eyes. “So you can break mine? What's in it for me, Mimz?” Spotting her annoyed face, Mimzy sighed.

Her Boston accent coming out thicker than usual. “You know I didn't mean to... That was months ago. And I said sorry!”

“Well sorry ain't good enough. You nearly got me caught by the police, Mimzy. And I didn't do anything wrong. I didn't even know you were committing a crime until the cops told me!”

“We're getting off topic. But I just want someone to help... deal with him. I have two months to get the money, but y'know me—I can't do that. I'm useless when it comes to any work that isn't clubbing.”

Donnie knew Mimzy wouldn't try and steal her money, especially when she was in a financial situation that not many want to be in. “What could I even do? Like to help ya?”

“...Well, we could—” Mimzy mimicked a slice on the neck with her finger. Making Donnie step back and furrow her brows.

“Don't even think 'bout it, Mimzy. Not doing that shit again.” She let out a hiss, making the blonde frown.

“I've kept your secret to myself this entire time, can't you do this one thing for me?” Knitting her brows together in annoyance.

Donnie paused for a minute. Flashbacks of what happened last time echoed throughout her skull. She shook her head, glancing back at Mimzy.

“I'll think about it. But for now, you don't say anything about this.”

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lanitalay · 6 months

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Before I Say Goodnight

Chapter 7

a/n Hiiiii, new chapter yay. Last post I got a request for a tag list, let me know if you're interested in something like that! Also, I'm going to try to keep up the writing schedule I have now so you can expect new chapters every 2-3 days.

word count: 2.5k

Warnings: mentions of a knife and throw up

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Hot, humid breath fans the back of your neck as someone or something holds you tight. You struggle against the restraint to no avail. Whatever is holding you has canines that nick and poke at the back of your head. You stiffen as you feel hot liquid rolling down your back, unsure if it's sweat or blood. You’re being pushed and dragged by this monster. It’s a familiar forest, a universe away. Claws press into your hips and you cry out as you feel them press through skin and scrape against bone. You wake mid gasp. Nightmare. That was just a nightmare. It had been a while since you thought of that forest. It was a trap. You had no proof but also no doubt. The lack of light seeping through the curtains let you know it is way too early to start your day. So you focus on breathing hoping sleep takes over soon.

When you went to breakfast the next morning you were relieved to find the dining room empty. After last night you didn’t know how to interact with Azriel, having told him things that not even your closest friends from home know. So you eat in silence and try to forget about last night, the nightmare and the dread that threatened to spill over whenever you were undistracted for longer than fifteen minutes.

When you walked into the library Gwyn approached you immediately “Y/n! I’m so glad you are back, yesterday we found something and waiting to tell you has been tortuous” blood drains from your face and you swear your heart stops for a few beats. “What do you mean?” She walks over to a table with at least twenty books sprawled across it. “There is this book that talks about opening portals with a series of symbols, they are extremely intricate and the portal working depends on making the symbols perfectly but it’s totally doable. Then in this book there is a description of different realms that have been accessed by these portals. So, in theory we would just need to figure out which symbols lead to your realm” she finishes and looks at you with the biggest smile you’ve ever seen on a face. “I… that’s incredible Gwyn, thank you”. You are terrified to get excited about the news. If it doesn’t work… But if it does then that means a way home. “Don’t thank us yet, we still have to figure out the combinations for your realm but I think it should be done by the end of the week”. Jesus, that’s soon. You spend the rest of the day in a daze, fetching books, picturing your life back home and coming up with explanations for your absence.

By the time dinner rolls around you are starved. “Oh, hi” Azriel half smiles at you “hello, y/n”. You sit in your usual seat across from him, “I’m starving”, fill your plate and begin eating. “How was your day?” You pause your chewing and look at his eyes for the first time since last night “oh, it was alright” you take a sip of water “Gwyn told me that they found something on portals, I could be going home in a few days”. Telling Azriel you’re leaving was hard, goodbye suddenly on the horizon. He takes a few beats to reply “are you happy to be going back?” Right now, you are regretting everything you told him last night. You take a bite and nod. He continues, trying to fill the silence “I’m not surprised Gwyn found a solution so fast. She’s one of the most talented researchers in the library” you nod again. It was true, Gwyn was brilliant, but you didn't appreciate the jealousy that flashed through your chest. That’s something to unpack later. “How was your day?” He looks a little surprised by the question, having accepted that you weren’t in the mood for conversation “it was… productive. Training was good and I got word from one of the spies on the Continent”. You never know what to say when Azriel talks about his position as Spymaster, he didn’t offer details and you didn’t want to pry. You had a feeling that asking too many questions would make you seem suspicious and since you depend on the mercy of the Night Court for food and shelter you thought minding your business was the prudent thing to do. “I haven’t seen Mor in a while, what’s she up to?” His shoulders relax a bit “she’s in the Court of Nightmares for a few days”. Right. The Court of Dreams and Court of Nightmares dichotomy. “And Cassian?” you try to hide the little smirk that will give away your plan to annoy him. “He’s in Windhaven until tomorrow”. He’s so serious. “And Elain?” “Probably at the River House” “And Lucien?” “Somewhere in the human lands, maybe the Spring Court” “and Amren?” “I actually haven’t seen her since last week”. “What about Eris?” He stills. “How do you know Eris?”. His face hardened at the mention of the heir of Autumn. “He came to talk to Lucien at the Manor, I thought I had mentioned it” “you didn’t”. Pivoting, you ask “Nesta?” He runs his hand through his hair “uhm, tonight is girls night so she’s with Gwyn and Emerie getting drunk and gossiping”. That sounds fun. “You know, I meant what I said about teaching you how to use a knife. I could teach you a few self defense techniques before you go” your mind goes to the knife you’re still keeping in your boot “I’d really appreciate that, Azriel. I’m so tired of being easy prey, I wanna be able to put up a fight”. “Great, meet me here at dawn” he gets up “sleep well” and walks away. Dawn?

You’re tired, but there's too much on your mind. So after dinner you find yourself at the library where Nesta keeps all of her romances. “I swear Cassian steals my novels and uses the smut as inspiration” their three distinct laughters fill the room. You chuckle as Emerie goes to pour herself wine but Nesta snatches the bottle before and pours a glass for herself. “Do you mind if I crash your girls night?” the Valkyries look at you, not having noticed your presence and you hear an excited “eeek” as Gwyn tackles you. “Beautiful y/n of course you can join us! Here, have some wine” she hands you a glass that’s full to the brim and you take a few healthy sips “we were gossiping about the boys”. Nesta raises her eyebrows “y/n, be careful with that wine, it’s not meant for humans” you gulp. “Oh god, what’s gonna happen to me?” Nesta laughs “nothing, it’s just really strong. Anyway, he thinks I don't notice but last night he basically played out the bath scene from that novel we read last week” all of you giggle “lucky girl” Emerie teases. “What about you, y/n? Any good gossip to share with the group?” You sip the wine, already feeling light headed “not really”. Nesta’s eyes glitter with something you can’t quite place as she says “has anything happened with Azriel?” she wiggles her brows and you choke. Seeing her this playful is unusual and the idea about you and Azriel is so absurd “no, he’s just been a friend” “I’m sure he wants to be more than that…” you shake your head, sipping more wine. “Not even one kiss?” Emerie asks “not even a hug” she frowns “bummer”. You feel pressured to tell them something interesting so you say “you didn’t hear it from me, but I think there’s something going on with Vassa and Jurian”. The hours fly by between the wine, the stories and the speculating. It is almost dawn when you knock on Azriel’s door.

“Y/n?” his sleep laced voice echoes in the hallway. You hiccup “Azriel there is no way I can train with you”. “You joined girls night” he states “you spied on us?” He crosses his arms across his chest “it’s my job”. “You are just nosy,” he yawns, “can I help you with something?” “I’ve been keeping a secret,” you whisper. The dim hallway conceals the way his face pales at your confession “what do you mean?” You look around, double checking nobody else is here and step closer to him. He’s tall, much taller than you so you grab his shirt and he leans forward to meet you at eye level. He’s pale and stiff as a board as you move your face closer to his, until your lips are just about to touch his ears and in the softest voice he’s ever heard say “I think it was a trap”. He pulls away slightly to look at your face, maybe you’re messing with him. But the worry pouring from your eyes lets him know you are not joking. “I think whoever opened the portal used me to test it out”. He’s wide awake now and your eyes are droopy. “Why do you think that?” You yawn and rub your eyes. “I need to get to bed” he grabs your forearm and asks again “y/n, why do you think that?” Your eyes are basically closing themselves and you mumble “cause, there were no sounds and-” another yawn cuts you off. Azriel straightens up and leads you to your room, he’ll ask more questions tomorrow. He pulls the covers from your bed and you collapse on top of all the decorative pillows. Azriel places the covers over you and lets you sleep.

You feel the pounding in your head before you even open your eyes. After a few minutes you open your eyes and close them again. A couple of more minutes you open them again. It takes a moment to build up the courage to move to a sitting position. Once you do, your gut flips and you bolt to the bathing room, emptying the contents of your stomach. Cold sweat coats your forehead and your back. You sigh, defeated. Slowly, you splash your face with cold water and return to your bed but stop when you see something on your bedside table. A note, a smokey looking beverage, bread and butter. You pick up the note and admire the precise calligraphy “Drink this tonic for your hangover. The lesson has been moved to after lunch. Meet me on the terrace. Bring the knife. Azriel”. You don’t really remember your conversation from last night but you guess you were drunk enough that Azriel figured you would not be getting up for the lesson. You take a few bites of the bread and sip the concoction and gag at the foul taste. Then, you collapse on the bed, having a few more hours to sleep before your lesson.

You feel much better when you wake up the second time, managing to tie your hair with a ribbon and putting on your old leggings, a fleece tunic and your boots. When you walk onto the terrace you shiver. The wind lets you know that Autumn has fully set in. “Good morning” the shadow singer greets with a teasing smirk. “Thank you for the provisions” you approach him, rubbing your arms for warmth “maybe we could have the lesson in an ice box, it would be less windy”. “You have to be prepared for the elements, y/n. Where’s the knife?” You pull it from your boot “right here” and wave it around, pretending to attack him. “So, the first thing to know is to not wave it around like that” he’s serious now. I hate when he gets all monotone. “Let’s start by seeing what you would do if you were immobilized”. Fast as lightning he lunges towards you and grabs you, pinning both arms to your sides. You shriek, not expecting that “Azriel this is ridiculous” he doesn’t let up “didn't Lucien drag you across an entire forest while you tried to get away?” You huff “that’s not fair, I would have gotten free but he knocked me against a tree”. “You were too slow, you have to learn to react on instinct. Now, try to get away” you swear he gripped you even tighter. You begin to thrash, trying to headbutt him, biting, scratching, pinching, screaming, but nothing works. Until you begin to kick your legs wildly and knee his groin. He groans and his hold on you falters for a second. You bring your hands to his chest and push him away while ducking. It’s messy but you get away. Until a calloused hand grabs your shoulder and your back meets his chest again only this time there's a blade pressed to your neck. “And then you’re dead” you roll your eyes “I think I did a great job” he lets you go and you immediately miss his warmth “I think we have a lot of work to do”. You stay on the terrace until nightfall and by the end of the lesson you are able to use the knife, more or less.

You’re walking towards the dining room when Azriel asks “do you remember what you told me last night?” Oh god what did I say? “No, things got hazy half way through Gwyn’s story about some ribbon cutting ceremony… or something to that effect”. He stops walking and lowers his voice “you told me you think the portal was a trap, is that true?” Your throat goes dry and you nod. “I’m sorry I woke you up for that, it’s just a thought I had” he insists “why?” You let out a breath and explain your reasoning. The dead air, the lack of life around the circle, the mist that caged you in and the feeling of being watched. He nods, taking all of it in. You feel embarrassed. He probably thinks I’m crazy. “I’ll contact my spies to see if they’ve seen anything recently” you appreciate it, you really do but you can’t go down this spiral again “can we talk about this tomorrow? I’m starving”. You reach the dining room and are greeted by the smell of food and Nesta and Cassians conversation. “Y/n! Glad to see you on two feet, Nesta was worried you died after last night” you roll your eyes and sit down. “How did you feel today?” Nesta asked “I threw up when I woke up but Azriel left me a drink that helped with the hangover” you pretend you don’t notice Nesta’s raised brows.

The following morning you return to the library and see Gwyn writing notes in a notebook. “Hi Gwyn”. “Oh, hi y/n.” she doesn’t look up “I’m copying the symbols we think might lead to your realm. If you’d like we can try it out right now, we just need to find an open space and some paint” A few minutes later she finishes and frowns when she sees your expression “what’s wrong?” “Do you think this could actually work?” She looks unsure “maybe”.

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ifimdreaming · 1 year

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Can you do something with Nolan Moyle ?

blurb!

im drunk

nolan moyle x reader

summary: you get very drunk and call nolan to come and pick you up (cw: mentions of throwing up, and drinking obviously)

authors note: this is not edited whtasoever its 3am rip

word count: 1.1k

It had been such a long time since youve gone out on a friday night and you were not about to leave because your friends decided to abandon you before midnight.

the club was starting to get busier and you were starting to forget how many drinks youve actually had by now. Just being able to dance with strangers and not worry about school or work or anything else was actually such a relief

After dancing to song after song by yourself, you squeezed your way off the dance floor to grab a seat at the bar. You were feeling a lot drunker than you normally would get and suddenly everything was catching up to you. You hadnt even found a seat at the bar yet before you begin tripping over your feet. you stumble slightly, and feel someone grab your arm as you almost reach the ground

“woah, you ok sexy?” an unfamilair voice says as you feel a hand placed against your back. This is exactly why you hated going out without nolan

“um. Im fine. thanks” you say shortly, trying not to let him get the wrong idea.

“yeah? you need another drink?” the tall blonde says and the hand he placed on your back begins moving lower and lower

“yeah no thanks. Im actually going to find my boyfriend” you lie, ripping his hand off of you as you run off quickly. and youre just silently praying you dont fall on your way down the long dark hallway to the bathroom

Being alone in the bathroom with the sounds of music and people now distantly murmuring in the background made you feel suddenly very vulnerable. The realization that you were in a crowded bar, alone, and you hadnt even told nolan you were going out tonight was fianlly hitting you. so you decide to give him a call

“Hello?”

“Nolaan? H-hiii”

“Hello? …Wher-” he starts and you cut him off, knowing hes probably about to ask a million questions just from hearing your inebriated voice. And honestly, rightfully so

“I-im at the club! Im. im d-drunk” you say, “some guy cuaght me b-but im ok. Its ok”

“What? Where are you?”

“Um im. Imhere im just. Im drunk”

“Ok. just send me the address and ill come get you. Can you do that?”

If your mind was in its normal state you would be thanking god for how sweet of a boyfriend nolan is in this moment. But alas the alcohol is taking over and almost everything he is saying is flying over your head

“Where are you?” you say, forgetting you were in fact on the phone, and nolan wasnt at the bar with you.

“Im getting in my car. I have your location so im coming to get you alright? Just please dont drink anymore, Ill be there in like ten minutes” he says and just the mention of alcohol makes you feel suddenly extremely sick to your stomahc

You run into the bathroom stall, throwing up probably more than half of what you drank tonight. nolans voice quietly echos through your phone that is now sitting on the grimy bathroom floor

“you there? What happened?” he asks worriedly

“i t-threw up” you say remorsfully. Suddenly your dizziness is gone, but an instant headache follows

“Yeah i thought so” “just try to relax ok? Im almost there just dont hang up the phone so i can find you”

“Nolaan?” “are you there?” you ask after just silently sitting on the phone while he is on his way to get you

“Im here. Are you in the bathroom?”

“I-im. the toilet…”

“Ok just gimme a minute” he says and hangs up the phone, worrying you

Not even ten seconds later the bathroom door swings open and you see nolans feet from underneath th stall door

You push open the stall excitedly as he walks towards you, lifting you up slowly from your crouched positon beside the toilet.

“Hiiiii” you say with a giggle

“Hey baby. You ready to go?”

“S-sorry i got drunk… im...” you start, but are too tired to continue. You droop your head slightly against nolans shoulder as he maneuvers your arm around his neck, helping you walk out to his car

“Lets head home ok? And we can talk about what the hell happened in the morning…” he says with a laugh, shaking his head

“C-can we go home?”

“Yes baby.. I just said that” he says, unlocking his car and opening th epassengers side door. He is being as gentle as possible as he helps you into the car

nolan always looked insanely attractive when he was concerned. his eyebrows are slightly furrowed and his lips pursed as he buckles your seat belt for you, and you just watch him intently as he takes care of you

“Hi” he says to you after noticing you just staring intently at him without a word

“can i have a kiss?” you ask keenly and face wrinkles as a smile grows on his lips

He takes your face in his hands an dplaces a loving kiss against your forehead, and then squishes your cheeks in his hands

you wiggle your face out of his hands, “i meant on the lips..” you say with an exaggerated frown and pouted bottom lip

“Oh did you now?” nolan smiles and grabs your waist in one hand, stroking your hair softly with the other as you close your eyes in anticipation. he leans in towards you leisurely before moving his head to the side, blowing a wet raspberry against your cheek

He giggles at your disgust and closes the car door, retreating to the drivers side.

“You have to admit that was pretty funny” nolan says, looking over to see you with your arms crossed over your chest, dramatically protesting his actions

“Im not talking to you!” you look over to your boyfriend as he drives you both home

“Youre talking to me right now..” he says cleverly. Undeniably winning this feigned argument

“Then i, well you- then you dont talk to me then” you say, nolans eyebrows contort as he hides a smirk and youve confused even yourslef with that sentence

“ok …lets just get you home baby..’ he says with a laugh and you huff in response

nolan places his right hand on your thigh as he drives, his strokes on your leg alleviating the annoyance of your dizzy mind and aching stomach

You place your hand over his and sink deeper into the passengers seat, basking in contentment as your drunken tiredness takes over

#nolan moyle #umich #umich imagine #umich hockey #nolan moyle imagine #nolan moyle blurb #nolan moyle x reader #nolan moyle fic #hockey x reader #hockey blurb #hockey imagine #hockey boys #umich boys #umich lb #ifimdreamingwrites

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max-with-mons · 7 months

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Not sure if you do headcanons, but if you do could you give me some Rika headcanons please? Thanks! ❤️

Reply note: hello, yes I can do headcanons, they're written in the same style as my bullet point fics :) Also I wasn't sure if you wanted reader involved or romance, so I opted to just write it that Rika is friends with reader and kept it platonic :) Hope you enjoy though, and thanks for requesting! 💙💗

ℙ𝕠𝕜𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕟: 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐑𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕞𝕖: 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: 𝐨𝐨𝐜 𝐑𝐢𝐤𝐚, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬

𝔸𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣'𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕤: 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭, 𝐢𝐦 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐑𝐢𝐤𝐚'𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐮𝐭. 𝐀𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐬 7

100%, you two greet each other with a staring contest

Every time you arange to see each other

Whoever loses has to pay for lunch that day

Score-wise, you two are about equal

You blame losing on the fact that her eyes are ‘moody’ and therefore intimidating

Rika says you only win because she gets bored after a minute or so

Lunch is always fun though, no matter who wins

She keeps you up to date on the ‘kiddos’ who are making their way through the gyms

And of course she always has to pass on a ‘hiiiii’ from Poppy if its been a while

Typically Rika prefers to listen to you talk, voicing her opinion when necessary, but enjoying you talking about what's new

Of course, she tells you anything interesting that happened with her, she just finds your stories more interesting

Like the recurring Shroodle-catching tale that takes place in your back garden and involves a reinforced butterfly net

She has had to stop you mentioning that in front of Poppy though

Cause she gets waaaay to overexcited and hyper, wanting to try and catch a Shroodle in a net

Rika plays parent when that happens

Poppy is distracted, and you are usually redirected to a different conversation topic

Or she asks you to make sandwiches for the three of you

She’s alright with making them herself, but Poppy is particularly fond of your breadcrumbed pork sandwiches

Honestly?

Rika loves them too

#pokemon #pokemon fanfiction #pokemon rika #rika x reader #rika x gn reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #x gn reader #x gn!reader #x gender neutral reader #pokemon x reader #pokemon x gn reader #pokemon fanfic

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theragethatisdesire · 9 months

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omg HELLO congrats on 1k ! could i pls snag 17 w nanamin ? ty and congrats again 💕💕

HIIIII THANK YOU and also i am SCREAMING i was so hoping someone would request one bed with Nanami bc i am a SLUT for nanamin like bye

i guess it's jjk day on my blog today between him and gojo, cheers for facing my fears of writing for anyone outside of eren and jean lol

nothing too nsfw but this came out to be longer than i expected so throwing a cut anyway

Your first thought is that the hotel Nanami has led you to is obscenely luxurious. Chandeliers glistening with crystals, signature scented air freshener hissing into the lobby every three minutes, and porters and valets tracking your every move, taking your luggage away and sliding a glass of champagne into your hand as soon as you've stepped through the door.

Your shock at the opulence must show all over your face, because Kento simply shakes his head and sighs.

"Gojo made the reservation."

"Ah," you nod. That explains it.

"Hello, welcome to the Nikko Style Nagoya!" The woman behind the counter smiles pleasantly. "Are you checking in, or out?"

"In," Kento answers, pulling his wallet out, "the reservation is under Gojo Satoru."

"Alright, let me just confirm..." the woman clicks away at her computer, leaving you and Kento in a state of silent limbo as you wait.

You wouldn't call what stretches between you and your coworker tension, per se, but it's definitely not the normal working relationship that you hold with other sorcerers. You've caught him looking at you before, curious and appraising, only to have him flit his gaze away, maybe make a hurried remark about a piece of lint on your clothing. Kento's gorgeous, it's an accepted fact around the school, but you'd never cross that line- well, maybe you would, but Kento's as straight-laced as they come, and any passing thoughts of how he might taste, what his strong hands might feel like on your body are chased away by the sobering realization that he would never stoop to such unprofessionalism.

"Okay, I've got you all squared away!" The woman chirps, smiling and handing over a set of two room cards. "The porters have already brought your things to the room, so please don't worry about trying to track down your bags. You'll be on the top floor, in suite on the right."

"Suite?" You crinkle your nose in confusion, looking to Kento, who sighs again, rolls his eyes.

"Gojo."

"Right," you sip your champagne, thinking fondly of the white-haired sorcerer who Kento can't stand.

"Enjoy your stay, and congratulations," the woman behind the counter winks at you.

As you wander into the elevator, glued to Kento's side through the busy lobby, you look up at him curiously.

"Why did she congratulate us?"

"I thought that was strange too," Kento rubs his chin thoughtfully, frowning as he mulls it over, "maybe she has us confused with a different reservation?"

"If it got us the top-floor suite, I'm fine with that," you shrug, sipping your champagne again and enjoying the little rush the bubbles are giving you on an empty stomach, "I've never been in a hotel this nice."

"Really?" Kento looks at you in surprise. "It's very well-managed, but there are far nicer hotels in Japan than this one."

"Do you make a habit of staying in luxury hotels?" You cock an eyebrow at him.

"We can expense our rooms," Kento simply shrugs, "for the next assignment we're given together, I'll choose the hotel. I have one in mind that I think you'd enjoy."

You nod and tuck back into your champagne, trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach at the thought of Kento choosing a hotel specifically for you to enjoy, the thought of Kento knowing you well enough that he knows your taste.

You let Kento open the door upon reaching the room, but when you enter, your jaw drops.

Sure, it's an excessive and opulent suite, but that's not what catches your eye. There's a trail of rose petals leading from the door to the singular king-sized bed, also littered with red petals and a box of chocolates, a bottle of champagne on ice, and a little card beside the wine bucket that reads "Welcome, Honeymooners!"

"Um, Kento?"

"They must have made a mistake," Kento, the most unshakeable man you've ever met, flushes bright pink, whipping out his cell phone to call the front desk. As he works through the obvious fact that you two must be in the wrong room on the phone, you wander over and pick up the little card.

Congratulations, newlyweds! Please accept these chocolates and wine as a special treat from both the Nikko Style family, and your friend, Gojo Satoru! Enjoy your honeymoon, and congratulations again.

"Kento..." your voice trails off, the card trembling in your anxious hands. It never fails to embarrass you how you can stare down a special-grade curse without an ounce of fear, but Nanami Kento has your fingers shaking.

"It's not a mistake," Kento says what you're thinking before you can get the words out, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation, "I'm going to kill that idiot."

"Do they have any other rooms?" Your heart sinks a little at how frustrated Kento clearly is at the prospect of having to share a bed, but you understand. You're coworkers, nothing more.

"Fully booked," Kento shakes his head.

Hours later, after a sufficiently tense dinner together and going over your notes for tomorrow's assignment, you've wound back up in your garishly decorated room, standing across the bed from one another in your nightclothes.

You rarely get to see Nanami like this, and it's always a treat when you do: lacking his goggles or even glasses, chiseled chest on display in the tight white t-shirt he always wears to bed, pajama pants that sit low on his hips, hair deliciously disheveled. The thought of those pajama pants sliding lower has you tugging uncomfortably at the hem of your sleep shorts, fiddling with anything to take your mind off of your coworker only a few feet away.

"I found an extra blanket in the closet."

"Hm?" You tilt your head, both startled at his sudden words and confused by his meaning.

"If it's not too much trouble, I'd like to take one of the pillows."

"Did you...find a different room?"

"I'm going to sleep on the floor," Kento says, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. You frown at him.

"No, Kento, I- that's not fair."

"I don't mind, really-"

"I know you have a bad shoulder," you incline your head slightly towards his left side in indication, "you won't be in fighting shape tomorrow if you sleep on the floor. This bed is massive, we can share without invading each other's personal space if that's what you're concerned about."

"I don't want you to feel uncomfortable," Kento mumbles, scratching at the back of his head.

"I don't," you say, too quickly, "I mean, we're friends, right? How weird can it be?"

Kento's mouth flattens into a thin line of agreement and he gingerly peels back the soft sheets, tucks himself into the bed and pulls your side of the sheets back for you, patting the mattress meaningfully. You grant him a soft smile, switching off the lamp and wishing him a quiet goodnight, somehow managing to fall asleep even with the pounding of your heart, the way you can feel his every little movement.

When you wake up, tangled in Kento's arms, face squished firm against his chest, something big and hard pressing insistently against your legs. You look up at him, still sleeping soundly, knowing good and well that the special grade curse you're tackling today is the least of your worries now.

#sorry i got kind of excited with this one #i WANTED to make it smutty but it would have turned into a full length fic at that point #gojo is such a menace hehehe #i hope you like it angel!!! it was so fun lol #nanami kento x reader #nanami #ragehits1000 #perhaps expect a part 2 for this....

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sunshine-scented · 2 years

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Hi, I love your writing so much, I literally have your blog bookmarked so I can get to it easily. Would you be able to do Nezha, Tang, Mayor (Maybe after S3?) and Scorpion Queen with an S/O whose love language is mostly physical affection (like if they walk into the room there will be a lot of hugging and random kisses) and words of affirmation? Cause I don't see much with them and it's not fair. ;-;

Sorry for not updating in a while, school is draining my energy and motivation to even start writing, I'll be back in shape when weekends come,, hopefully

Take this fic as an apology haha

❀ I want to be with you, all the time ❀

: Physical touch love language s/o

: Nezha, Tang, Mayor, Scorpion queen, gn! Reader

: Fluff and slight suggestive at Mayor's part

Nezha

Finds it really amusing

Whenever you rush towards him with open arms he's smiling at you like "here we go again" and happily hugs you back

Adores it when you kiss his forehead and will gladly return the favor

I swear he's much more happy whenever he's with you

Literally turns into a different person when you aren't around

One time he was told to go on a mission without you, he was always in a bad mood

Grumpy cause his s/o isn't there to give his head kithes >:(((

Wukong definitely teased him about it, come on, it's Wukong

But if you're coming along and just smother him with affection when you feel like it, suddenly being outside isn't that bad

Even if Wukong's there

Since you're constantly giving him affection he's become soft for you and only you

"Hey Nezha buddy, could you pass me th—"

"Get it yourself, monkey"

"Nezha, don't be mean to Wukong"

"Of course, love"

"BLEEGHHGHHDHFHHFHFBFNCN"

If you hug him mid conversation and stay there for a while, he literally doesn't do anything and just continue the conversation like this is the most normal thing ever

It is, they're all just single

But overall, if you're touchy towards him, he'll gladly do the same for you

On closed doors of course

Wukong exists

His favorite moments are just you and your random hugs and kisses all over his face

You make him go crazy ♡

Tang

Flustered baby!!!

His face turns red everytime you hug or kiss him in random places

"Hii, how are you, Tang♡"

"Wh- I- hello??? Um????? Hiiiii????????"

He can't english :(

Shyly gives back the hug, if you wait for him to calm down for like 30 minutes straight

Mei bullies him

Loves it when you just hug him while he rambles all about his favorite stories, via Monkey King or just a random book he saw

Pet and run your fingers on his hair, gosh, he's absolutely smitten

Cat?? Cat

You can't convince me otherwise that this man is like those clingy cats who won't shut up for attention

It's that, but he's too shy to say it out loud so he hints on it instead

Touching shoulder to shoulder, staring at you longer

Cat behavior

Kiss his face and he bursts into all shades of red

If you randomly tell him "I love you" he panics

But if you've been dating for a long long loooong time now, he still gets flustered but then smiles at you with tinted cheeks and the most love struck eyes ever

You spend your nights just laying in bed with you arms wrapped around each other's while you smother him with small kisses as he giggles claiming on how ticklish it is

Mayor

Is also very very amused

Gladly returns the affection with a grinning face

This man is also just as touchy so good luck with that

You randomly kiss his face when ever you feel like it and he just wraps his arms around you and never let's you leave until you give him a hundred more

This man is like the horny horny touching type, so small kisses here and there leads to full on make out sessions

Pulling away to always see a string of saliva connecting your tongues, he's smirking at you with his hands cupping your cheeks and a familiar pink hue hovering on his cheeks

Holds your hand in everything he does

He knows every time you're sneaking up on him for a hug but he pretends to be oblivious cause finds you adorable

"Boo! Bet you didn't see that coming now did you?"

"Haha, aren't you always so full of surprises, my love ♡"

You're the couple everyone is grossed up about cause on how overly fluffy and touchy you're being

LBD's losing her sanity rn cause he won't shut up about you

Scorpion queen

Ecstatic!!!

Loves loves loves it so much!

Squeals in happiness whenever you kiss her with her hands on her cheeks

You're like an extra dopamine rush for her and she's loving every second of it

Hugs you back with the giddiest smile every

Literally is so happy she starts bouncing

And if you join her she starts giggling on how funny you're being

If you smother her face with kisses she just tries to stay still cause he wants more but she gets so happy she starts shaking in her place

You guys are literally so cute with each other you make people feel single just being beside you guys

You spend your days chatting about literally anything and everything with you random kisses and her giggles

Random I love you's here and there makes her day so much better

You're her life support and moral compass, she adores every part of you no matter how big or small

Cutest couple ever ♡

I removed gifs cause they make my phone laggy and it ruins my immersion ugh

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peterdarlingg · 1 year

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Midnight Rain

Request: (anon) Hiiiii, could you maybe do some Peter Parker fluff? I'm a sucker for soulmate aus but honestly I'd be happy with about anything.

Thank you :)

pairing: Peter Parker x Avenger!Reader

Summary: Peter takes care of you coming back from a mission.

Warnings: fluff, bad writing, maybe typos and grammar mistakes?

A/n: okay hello, hi, is this thing on? Okay basically this is one of my first fics that ever that I’m posting. And I’d like to point out that this is also my first time ever writing anything. So there’s that. If you have any criticism I’d love to hear them. Respectfully. And please send in asks and comments telling me if you liked this or not. If you do like it please reblog it it would mean a lot I spent a lot of time on this believe it or not. So please reblog and tell me what you think. I’m nervous but I really do hope you enjoy. Also thank you anon for the request I hope you enjoy the Peter Parker fluff. <3

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It was midnight and the rain was pouring down New York. People ran for cover outside and umbrellas were being opened. Thunder crashing throughout the sky and echoed through the Avenger tower.

You had just arrived home from a mission. Peter was waiting for you outside holding an umbrella, bouncing on the heels of his feet nervously. This time peter wasn’t required to come on this mission. But that doesn’t mean he was thinking about your well-being every minute of the day.

You had been gone for about 5 days now, but the mission was a success. What Peter didn’t know though is that you had a little injury while being there— well not little per say. While fighting for your life you were blindsided and got stabbed in your side. Let’s just say you envied Peter for his Peter tingle.

You were nervous about seeing Peter only because you knew how worried he got when you went on missions and would be extra worried about you if he’s not there. But you missed your boyfriend terribly and just wanted to be in his arms right now.

As you were walking down the Quinjet, Tony, Nat and Steve were piling out saying a quiet hello to Peter before going inside being exhausted and all.

You saw Peter standing down there waiting for you with a huge grin on his face. His hair was tousled and curly from the rain. He looked adorable and you honestly couldn’t wait to go to sleep next him and cuddle tonight.

As you got closer Peter’s smile started to falter. He could see you walking slowly and could tell that you were in pain. Of course he could always tell—you thought. Now you know there’s now way in hiding it. He would have found out anyway but you didn’t want to upset him right now.

You stood before him with inches between your faces and he gently nudged his nose against yours and connected his lips with yours kissing you so gently but so passionately that you could feel how much he missed you and how you missed him.

He pulled back looking at you with his puppy eyes that you couldn’t resist. “Hi” he whispered softly with a gentle smile. “Hi,” you whispered back. You smiled and wrapped your arms around him and he returned the hug.

He held you but was careful not to hurt you and tucked his face in the crook of your neck breathing you in. “I missed you so much” your voice was muffled with you face tucked in his chest but he heard it anyway. “I missed you too,” he said and kissed your temple.

You pushed back to look at him. “What happened?” He said, his voice filled with worry now. “What do you mean?” You said acting confused. “You know you can’t hide it from me, what happened, are you okay?” He said quickly getting more worried by the second.

“I got stabbed,” you huffed, disappointed knowing how anxious he’ll be for you now. “What?!” He shouted alerted. “Are you okay?” “Are you in pain?” “Do you need any pain meds?” “I have some in my room,” “you know how i get coming back from patrol and missions and-“ “Peter I’m okay,” you said stopping his rambling.

“But-“ he said still alarmed. “I’m okay sweetheart,” you said smiling sweetly at him, your hand cupping his cheek. He leaned into you closing his eyes for a second. “Really I am, a little sore but nothing I can’t handle,” you said reassuringly.

“Let’s go inside yeah?” You suggested. He nodded and you both went inside. He held your hand is his tightly but not enough to hurt you.

He lead you to his room and sat you down on his bed. He helped you out of your suit and started putting you in pajamas. Which was basically his black hoodie and grey sweatpants. Both which were too big on you but you loved them anyway cause they’re so cozy and smell like Peter.

He looked sadly at your side which was wrapped in gauze. He crouched down and kissed your side softly not to hurt you looking up at you adoringly. You melted feeling his lips on your injury.

“Arms up please,” he said. You put your arms up like he said and he slid the hoodie over your head, helping your arms in. He then helped you put the sweatpants on.

“Peter you don’t have to do all this you know,” “I can get dressed myself, I don’t want to be a burden,” you said softly still having a hard time accepting his help after years of being together.

“I know you can, but I want to help you,” he said looking at you and smiling his eyes crinkling. “And how many times do I gotta tell you that you’re never ever a burden and you’re never ever going to be,” he said now crouching in front of you.

“I know, I don’t know why it’s still hard though,” you said barely above a whisper. “It’s okay,” he whispered. “I’ll keep reminding you everyday till we’re eighty,” he said softly, his hands cupping your face.

You smiled and leaned a bit to connected your lips with his giving him a bone crushing kiss. His hands on either side of your face and you hand on his chest feeling his heart beating under your hand. Which will always make you feel safe with him.

Unfortunately you both need air to survive so you pulled away resting your forehead against his. “I’m tired,” you said softly closing your eyes. “ I know you are lovie, let’s get you to bed” he said, caressing the side of your face and helping you up so you don’t hurt you side.

He fluffed your pillows and tucked you in, then he came in next you right after. You felt his arms sneaking around your waist and you immediately backed into his warmth. Feeling his bare chest against your back.

“Good night baby,” he whispered softly in your ear, burying his face in your hair. Already hearing your soft snores as you drifted off to sleep in his arms with the pitter patter of the rain on the window.

#tom holland #peter parker #marvel #peter parker x reader #peter parker fluff #Peter Parker fanfiction #Tom holland x reader #my writing

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tmntxthings · 2 years

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Hiii! Amazing person on the screen

I was wondering if you could do a Rise!Raph or. Rise!Leo x reader where They are in a secret relationship and Reader Gets into trouble, ie. Kidnapped, Extremely hurt, Ect.

Your Protector

author’s note: hiiiii c: (the gif gives it away but) i decided to go with our super protective turtle… you guessed it ~ Raphael ~ i hope you enjoy!! thank you for requesting:D

warnings: angst, violence, cursing, hurt/comfort, established relationship, fluff,

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“Hey! This is Y/n, I can’t come to the phone right now but leave a message and I’ll get back to you~” *beep*

“Hey it’s me, just wanted to let ya know I’m heading that way! Got popcorn and a couple other snacks, ten minutes tops, alright see ya soon,” *click*

Raph had been running late for movie night but it was to be expected, his brothers were getting very suspicious of his ‘late night patrols’ that he wanted to do by himself, alone. He probably should’ve used different wording because they all knew Raph hated to be alone. He sighed, as Mikey said “you sure Raph? Cuz I can come!” smiling up at him, happy to go out.

“Sorry Mikey not this time,” Raph couldn’t even think up an excuse. Just had to straight up say no. The look on Mikey’s face might as well had been a slap to Raph’s, “next time!” Raph promised, “I’ve just got some things on my mind..” Mikey nodded with a weak smile, “Okay well be careful and call if you need us!” Raph had given him a couple pats on the head. Mikey was such a sweet little brother. Donnie and Leo on the other hand weren’t buying Raph’s lies.

They’d give him dirty looks and roll their eyes at any lame excuse Raph could think of. “Surrre Raphie, have fun~” Leo would holler over his shoulder, Donnie would look up from his phone, “K” was the most the purple twin would manage, Raph had a feeling Donnie already knew where he was going, location wise at least. He knew all their phones had trackers on them.

Raph wondered how much longer he could keep up such a secret. He resolved to talk to you about it maybe after the first movie or two. When he landed on your roof, he checked his bag, popcorn:check, candy:check, movies:check, he was ready! As he used the fire escape to reach your window he smiled, you must’ve got his message because the window was wide open. “Ready for some-“ Raph had been ducking into your room when he stopped mid sentence.

His heart dropped into his stomach as his eyes widened in fear. “Y/n???” He called out looking around your wrecked room. Furniture was pushed around, knickknacks in pieces on the ground, he drew his weapons. Raph was breathing deeply, trying to stay calm, he didn’t see any blood, and you weren’t here. The bathroom empty, your room a mess, the kitchen/living area empty as well. It was like whoever it was came through the window, tousled around in your bedroom, and nowhere else.

Raph came back into your bedroom. Putting his weapons away now that he knew the place was clear. He was just about to call his brothers when he noticed a piece of crumpled paper on your bedding. In a crude and rushed handwriting it read ‘call # if you want to see them again.’

Raph had to force himself not to crush the piece of paper in his fist. He blew out a breath, so this was a kidnapping and they knew about your relationship. This just kept getting worse. But Raph couldn’t let himself start falling into the rabbit hole of guilt just yet, he had to save you. He quickly punched in the numbers on his phone and waited, “please” he murmured to himself. Don’t let them be hurt. Don’t be in pain.

He wouldn’t know what to do with himself if you were hurt because of him. “H-hello?” Raph’s heart leapt in his throat, “Y/n? Baby? Are you okay?” He hadn’t been expecting to hear your voice. You sounded so scared and he heard you whimper into the phone, “Raph-“ and then silence as if the phone was put on mute. “Hello?? Y/N???” Oh the things Raph would do, whoever this was who was toying with him, and putting you at risk like this. “That’s enough of that,” a cold voice said into the device.

“You know we have them, so-“

“If you hurt so much as one hair on their head, you will be sorry!” Raph roared into the phone, cutting off the villain and wishing they were in front of him right now. A muffled chuckle could be heard and Raph gritted his teeth. “I guess you don’t want to know where to find them?” Raph sighed, if Donnie was here he’d probably have your location by now. “Tell me.” Raph gritted out, “yes well as I was trying to say, you will find them at Albearto’s abandoned fun land.”

Without any other information the phone call ended. Raph was on the move, he didn’t have any time to waste. He was really really considering calling his brothers, this was definitely a trap, set up for him, would they expect his brothers too? But Raph didn’t want to put anyone else in danger, you were already at stake here, what if by calling his siblings, he was putting more people he cared about in harms way. He wasn’t thinking clearly, he couldn’t, ever since he had stepped foot into your room his mind was a jumbled mess of get. them. back. So that’s what he was gonna do.

“You’re speaking to the Othello Von Ryan,” was the answer Raph got as he sped dialed Donnie.

“Donnie!” Raph heaved into the phone, still running and jumping from rooftop to rooftop trying to get to Albearto’s as fast as he could. “That’s me,” Donnie quipped not noticing his older brother’s tone. “If I’m not back in an hour I need you to come find me. I’m heading to Albearto Land, someone.. someone’s in trouble,”

“And why should I wait an hour?” Donnie said his voice gone serious. “Because, I don’t want to put you guys in danger unless absolutely necessary,” Raph said and then added, “promise Don, for Mikey’s sake.” The other line was quiet, “that’s not fair Raph,”

“Fine 30 minutes Donnie, just- I gotta go,” Raph hung up the phone as he approached the archways to Albearto’s. It was very much the way the turtles had left it. Broken robots everywhere, from tearing their own circuits out. It was creepy. Raph knew that as soon as he called Donnie he was calling for them all, they’d be here as soon as they could, time limits be damned. So Raph had to do this quickly.

It was like a sick joke, because as he ninja stealthed his way around the tents and the abandoned rides he could see you, on the stage where his brothers had their ‘first gig.’ Your hands were bound behind your back and as he neared he could see tape over your mouth. You were sitting legs underneath you at the center of the stage, it was dark and you looked to be alone. Raph knew it was too easy, but he couldn’t help himself from running straight to you. The closer he got he saw how you hadn’t noticed him yet, head slumped downwards but as his footfalls came closer you jerked your head upright. Eyes opening wide and you shook your head furiously back and forth nonverbally saying ‘no!’

“Don’t worry, I’m gonna get you outta here,” Raph promised as he jumped on stage. He approached you swiftly and just as he was about to touch you, you were yanked back into the darkness, disappearing completely behind the stage curtains. He hadn’t noticed the rope extending from behind your back. A muffled scream came from underneath your tape, eyes wide with fear then you were gone again. Raph had chased right after you, traps be damned, “NO!” He had yelled in frustration, in anger, and in fear for whatever lied behind those curtains.

Complete darkness swallowed him, if he had heard you before he couldn’t hear anything now. “Y/n?” Raph called out, not liking this at all. He was sweating, gripping his weapons tightly. Then he had an idea, activating his power and keeping it pressed against himself like a second red skin. It provided a glow of red light for Raph to see the horror that he was unbeknownst to just seconds earlier. A giant snake yokai had you in the center of its coils and its giant mouth had opened, mere inches away from swallowing you whole.

Raph lunged forward. Punching the creature anywhere he could but he was aiming for the face that dared to try and eat you. “AGH!” It recoiled from the impact, but only tightened its grip on you. “Let. Them. Go!” Raph warned furiously, “or else there’s a whole lot more where that came from,” Raph concentrated all of his power to his fists, and they grew two times the size, glowing red. “This-s prize is-s MINE,” said the overgrown garden snake. Then it clicked, this wasn’t the same voice he had spoken with over the phone. “Where is your leader?” Raph said slowly circling the yokai to get a better attack angle, to get closer to you too. You had passed out, maybe as soon as you had went through the curtain, Raph wasn’t certain but the longer you stayed unconscious the more he worried. Could you breath? Was the snake holding you too tightly? Was it crushing you?!

Suddenly Raph didn’t care who had orchestrated the whole kidnapping he just wanted to get you out of here. So he lunged again this time using his powerful hands to pry you away from the snake. All the while dodging it’s large mouth that was now trying to swallow Raph whole. The snake hissed in anger at not being able to eat him. So it shot forward, fangs coming up and out, latching onto one of Raph’s shoulders. It wasn’t a garden snake Raph thought as he felt venom being pushed into his blood stream. He yelled in anguish and used all of his remaining strength in his other arm to knock the snake on the side of the head.

The snake retracted it’s fangs and went limp to the ground. “Fuck,” Raph gasped as two gaping holes in his arm started leaking not blood but black venom. He felt woozy as he moved towards you, his vision going blurry, “No! Y/n,” he cried out not wanting to go down like this, he hadn’t saved you yet! He reached out with his good arm, before he fell to the ground a couple feet away from you. Raph’s body was growing cold, he was losing all feeling as he started crying out in frustration, where were his brothers? That was the last thought he had before he went unconscious.

When Raph woke up, he had four heads peering down at him. He groaned, his shoulder was on fire. “Where-“ he said trying to move, then his eyes shot open, he had to get to you! “Relax! You’re at the lair!” Six hands came down holding Raph in place. “You don’t understand Donnie, I have to get to-“

“I’m here Raph,” your voice was laced with concern, finally his eyes came into focus. He had known who three of those heads belonged to, he had assumed April was the fourth. He slumped back into whatever he was lying on, a patient’s bed/table? He didn’t want to think too hard right now. “Thank god,” Raph said, “Are you okay?” He hadn’t been able to assess if you had wounds during the fight. “I’m fine, it’s you who I’m worried about!” You weren’t in tiptop shape, you had darkening bruises around your stomach where the snake’s body had wrapped, and a concussion from being knocked out on the way to Albearto’s. But you weren’t about to worry Raph who had just barely survived the poison that had been injected into him.

“Yeah, Raph you quite literally almost DIED.” Leo hollered. He was so pissed. “Well..” Donnie had started to say, Raph probably could’ve held out for maybe a day unconscious with the venom in his blood stream, maybe, but he decided not to correct his blue twin at the moment, he too was angry at Raph. “We fight together Raph, we’re a team!” Mikey said holding onto his brother’s good arm. Donnie had informed them all that he wouldn’t be able to feel anything in the infected one for a couple of weeks. “I’m sorry,” Raph said looking up at the ceiling because he knew he’d cry if he looked any of his brothers in the eyes right now.

“I thought I had it under control,” he heard Leo sigh. “Let’s promise to never have this happen again. When we fight we do it together. We’re stronger as a team,” Leo sounded so much like a leader that Raph couldn’t help the small smile, “I promise,” his voice was thick with emotion. The room emptied out a while after that, Donnie was the last to go checking his older brother’s vitals one more time. “Call me if he needs anything,” Donnie said to you and you nodded, “I will,”

The two of you were alone, the only sound was the beeping of machines. You came forward, around to Raph’s good side and he felt the bed dip slightly as you sat next to him. He wanted to sit up too but as he tried a hand gently touched his plastron, he froze. “Don’t move, I’ll lay next to you,” Raph scooted over and you laid next to him like you said. Both of your faces were right next to each other and he could see a dark bruise spreading from your temple. He winced, “what’s wrong? Do I need to get Donnie,” you said looking him over as one of your hands shot out to cradle his cheek. He leaned into your touch, shuddering and shaking his head no. It reminded him of when you had done that, back on the stage, silently trying to warn him of the danger. “God I’m so sorry Y/n” and the tears fell. “If it wasn’t for me,” he tried to catch his breath but it was like the waves of emotion he had been holding off finally crashed down upon him.

“You wouldn’t have had to go through that, I can’t say enough how sorry I am,” you wiped away his tears, letting him cry as you tried to soothe him with your hand. But when that only made him cry harder, you swallowed the lump in your throat and said, “Raph, no one knew this would happen, it’s not your fault,” his eyes hardened at that, “no it is. whoever they were, they wanted to get at me through you” his eyes shuttered close thinking back to the phone call. “Raphael look at me,” your eyes were stern, “Could you have possibly predicted this?” He shook his head, he hadn’t expected anything like this to happen that’s why he was so shaken up about it. “Then it’s not your fault, you saved me, you’re the reason I’m still here,” you nuzzled your nose to his snout.

His breath caught in his throat at the close proximity but he closed his eyes at the feeling. A slight churring sound could be heard from the back of his throat. Your hands went to the top of his shell, just behind his neck and you grazed the edges of it with your fingertips. “Y/n,” Raph shuddered slightly, he couldn’t stop himself as he leaned forward, capturing your lips with his. He didn’t press, he waited to see your reaction, you melted for him and he in turn relaxed as the two of you kissed for what felt like forever. You had to pull away for air, your eyes glowing as the both of you looked at one another. “I love you,” you whispered and his heart soared, “I love you too,” Raph snuggled his face into your neck. He was so happy, he was so tired, and he fell asleep to the thought that he was going to protect you. You wouldn’t go through this again, he swore. He’d protect you just like he had, lay his life on the line. He’d do it all over again if it meant he could feel your warmth, and hear those words. He would protect you.

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Come See About Me

Pairing: Din Djarin x F! Reader

Summary: “I want someone to tell me what to wear every morning. I want someone to tell me what to eat. What to like, what to hate, what to rage about. What to listen to, what band to like. What to buy tickets for. What to joke about, what to not joke about. I want someone to tell me what to believe in. Who to vote for and who to love and how to tell them.” -Fleabag, Season 2: Episode 4 // Hiiiii I was just thinking about this monologue and went a little crazy. Hope you guys like this one.

Tags: Reader Insert × No use of y/n × reader is a farmer yeehaw × Din Djarin Needs a Hug × Good Parent Din Djarin × Mild Hurt/Comfort × Light Dom/sub × Dom Din Djarin × Gentle Kissing × Idiots in Love × p in v sex × Oral Sex × Somnophilia × very light and reader is more than okay with it × so just keep that in mind × Dead Dove: Do Not Eat × mild dubcon × Because Of That × just wanna make sure all bases are covered × oral male recieving × oral female recieving × Face-Fucking × (romantic?) × Deep Throating × Porn with Feelings × Love Confessions × Helmetless Din Djarin × din djarin tells you his name × no gag reflex because fuck realism × i'm just here to post porn and leave okay

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It’s been a year since the last time you saw Mando.

He said not to wait for him. He said that this was the last time.

He said that the time before, too.

You stare out into the fields from your little hut, watching the sun go down over stalks growing like weeds. The farm is doing okay. It’s fine. The droids help. Mando got them, said he picked them up on a mission by accident and figured you could use them. Sure. They were brand new, no record of a system reboot in their software. A few scorch marks, but you figure that’s Mando’s fault somehow. He never comes back to you unscathed.

Mando hates droids, so that must mean he really likes you. At least, that’s what you thought. And then a month went by, and then another one. No comms. Nothing.

The people in the village are nice. You’ve been around long enough that they’ve finally gotten used to you. You do your business in town, exchange greetings, and go back to your little corner of the planet.

No one ever bothers you. No one except him.

He’s never gone this long without stopping by. You’d be worried if you weren’t constantly checking the hunter channels. Mandalorians are few and far between, and if he had been killed you’d know about it by now.

Then, finally, you do hear about him. He’s the one being hunted. You frown. Figures. The Hunter’s Guild is not the most professional operation in the galaxy.

The next time you see him, it’s with a child in tow. __

“Oh. Hello there,” you breathe, startled by the little green bundle in his arms.

Mando is stoic, quiet. You want to ask where the baby came from, but you know better. Maybe the little guy is his. He could be, for all you know.

“Been a while,” he rumbles, that low, soft voice of his turning your legs to jelly, just like the first time.

You nod towards your hut. “Hungry?” __

Mando explains everything to you. Sort of. You get the feeling he’s leaving some stuff out, but you don’t pry. You’ve only ever been a listening ear, and you know Mando values his privacy.

“So… he’s not yours.” You murmur, glancing at the crib holding the sleeping baby.

Mando chuckles lowly. “Why? Jealous?”

Your cheeks burn indignantly. “You and I both know that this,” you wag your finger between him and you. “Is not an exclusive arrangement. What you do in your free time is none of my business.”

“That sounds awfully rehearsed.”

You stare down at your hands on the table, wrapped around a mug of hot caf. “...Why are you here, Mando?” you ask quietly. “I thought that was the last time. You were gone so long, I thought you finally meant it.”

He’s quiet for a minute, and you watch the reflection of your little kitchen in his helmet, warped and distorted in the metal.

“I didn’t know where else to go.”

Your heart sinks. Somehow, you’ve always sensed a kindred spirit in him. Someone else just looking for a family. Home. You stand up, pulling him out of seat and leading him by the hand to your sparse bedroom.

There’s no moon out, and with the lights off, you’re surrounded by pitch darkness. You lift Mando’s helmet off his shoulders, placing it on the empty side table. You stare into the darkness where you imagine his face is, and think to yourself that you can see it this time. Shades of longing painting his face the way you know they do yours.

His nose bumps into your cheek while you wrap your arms around him. “What have you been doing here without me?”

You nuzzle him, rubbing a hand up and down his back until your fingers reach a clasp, removing his cape and pauldrons, setting them next to his helmet. “Nothing. So much nothing,” you whisper, removing the front plate of his armor.

“Good,” he groans, leaning into your soft touch against the front of his flight pants, already needy for you after so much time away.

“What about you, hm? Found anyone special on the road?” You know jealousy isn’t a good look on you, but now that the thought’s been planted in your head, you can’t shake it.

You feel the curve of his smile into your hair. “No. Never. Only you.”

You feel warm all over. Your lips trip over his mustache on the way to his mouth, drinking from his breath like it’ll save you. Like it’ll make him stay.

His bandolier should’ve come off before everything else, but you were distracted. It comes off now, the bullets and bombs and things clinking together like wind chimes when you place them on the table.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, tilting his head to yours with a strong, gloved hand. You whine softly, letting his tongue lave over yours as you grow weak in the knees, slowly falling into him. He catches you. He always does.

He holds you close, letting the loneliness and frustration and need of the past year run back and forth between you like an electrical current.

His fingers catch the fabric of your vest and tunic, pulling them off in one desperate rush.

“I missed you,” you murmur as he lays you down onto the bed.

“Shh,” he hushes, still in his flight suit and gloves. You catch his hand, pulling one off, letting the calluses brush over your skin. Letting him run a bare hand over your nipple, soft and plump.

You shiver. “Want me to tell you what to do?” He asks quietly. You nod, knowing he hears the shuffle of your pillow underneath you. Can feel the motion of your eager affirmative in the air.

“Always,” you whisper anyways.

He needs to take the rest of his clothes off to do this part. He only gets as far as his pants.

When he pushes into you, he doesn’t seem surprised that you’re already wet, pliant for him. You’ve been waiting all this time, after all. You’ve been ready for him since the moment he left.

Your breath comes out of you in one long sigh, finally full of him after months apart. “Fuck,” you whisper, his hands reaching up to hold you down.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, pushing in and out with reverence, breaking you open until you’re left shattered underneath him. “Just, let me-”

He never comes this quickly, but before you know it, he’s collapsing onto you, gasping into your hair. You press sweet little kisses into the stubble of his cheek.

“You must really like me,” you tease. He grumbles, pushing his tongue into your mouth again until you’re practically sucking on it, whining against him. He steals the laughter right from your lips before it can ever escape, drowning you in his taste.

His hips press into you, cock hardening as you squeak. You didn’t know guys over thirty could still do that.

“Ah, uh- I-” you stutter when he pulls away, fucking his come into you at a steady pace.

“Fuck. Let me-” he murmurs, pulling out and bending down, down until he’s lapping up your mixed release into the cavern of his mouth.

You cry out softly, the liquid heat of his tongue swiping over your neglected clit. The rumble of his low voice, moaning softly into your soaked cunt does it. A wonderful, blooming warmth overcomes you, washing over you as your body tenses, pulling Mando closer to you as you ride it out.

He doesn’t pause, doesn’t hesitate when he starts up again. Your grip on him is even tighter, your chests pressed together in a sweat-slick slide as he presses his forehead to yours and fucks you properly, the way you’ve been dreaming about for months.

“Wait for me,” he murmurs. “I’m sorry I made you wait for me. My girl. So patient. Doing everything I say. Giving me anything I want. Good girl. Good girl for me.”

You almost come again at that. “Yes,” you shudder, “Yes, yes, yes.”

You cup his cheek, smudging away a tear trail. You lick the wetness away, tasting the salt of a year apart from each other.

He bites at your thumb, kissing it and nuzzling into your cheek.

“My girl. You waited for me.” He whispers, pressing the rough pad of his thumb against your clit.

“Yes, yeah, I did- Mando-” You come again, this one faster, a blinding tear through your body that brings him not far behind. Your lips tangle with his, relishing the sticky wetness of his release filling you again.

Your breaths start to slow. Before you know it, your eyes are fluttering shut. __

It’s the middle of the night. There’s a divine warmth between your legs, a soft panting at your neck. You push back, moaning softly as you’re filled.

“Mando,” you gasp, putting a hand over the one cupping your breast.

“Fuck-ing tight,” he murmurs. “So tight. So soft. Taking care of yourself, like I told you to.” His other hand is holding the soft flesh at the base of your tummy, right where it mens the prickly down of your pubic hair. His hips snap into yours a little faster, stealing your breath and melting your bones. Itching a scratch at the very core of you.

“Fuck, Mando-” you sob, a fresh wave of wetness coating him. His balls slap thickly against the back of your thighs, your legs tangling together under the humidity of the blanket he must’ve covered you with after you fell asleep.

He groans your name into your neck, mumbling words you don’t understand anymore as he moves against you, stealing all rational thought away.

Somehow he manages to roll you onto your stomach, completely covering your back, smushing you into the mattress as he gathers himself onto his knees and fucks into you at a deeper, raw angle.

You love it, love the way he dwarfs you and surrounds you and takes and takes and takes, never giving you a chance to breathe, to think while he’s consuming you, swallowing you whole.

You keen, a soft, desperate sound. Mando reaches down, grinds the heel of his palm against the nub at your front. It’s not enough. You squirm under him, guiding his hand to the spot that makes you convulse, sweat coating your forehead and chest.

He holds you down, fucks you against the friction of his hand while you lay there, pinned and utterly full.

“Unnh,” you murmur. Drooling. Pelvic muscles contracting around where he’s buried deep inside you, grinding at a slow pace.

“Not done yet, sweetheart,” he grunts. “Night’s just begun.” __

This is why you wait for him, you think. Not just for the mind melting sex. For this.

His fingers rubbing into your back, watching the shafts of sunlight creep along the floor. Closer, closer.

“Don’t leave,” you whisper, keeping your eyes squeezed shut so that he’ll know you’re serious about keeping his secrets. About him. “Don’t leave,” you press a kiss to his cheek. “Please.” His nose. “Don’t leave.”

“Gotta go.”

“Don’t leave.”

“Sweetheart, it’s morning,” he says, kissing your forehead, his mustache tickling your hairline. “This is the last time.”

You’ve never cried in front of him. You made it a point of pride. No matter how many times he came and went, lighting your world on fire just to leave it cold and smoking the next day, you never once shed a tear until he was already gone.

That’s why you feel so betrayed when you feel the heat gathering behind your closed eyelids. Water welling, threatening to spill over onto your cheeks and make sure he’ll never come back again. Not once he saw you like this. Weak. Fragile.

He freezes once he sees the first tear. You try to keep your face neutral, but there’s no way to hide when he’s an inch away from the muscles in your mouth, twitching and trembling.

“I-” he starts, cut off in surprise when you separate from him and start gathering the top sheet around yourself. You kee your eyes closed, if at least to remind him of your loyalty.

“Then go,” you say, voice shaking in humiliation. “Get out. Don’t come back into my life. You said this is the last time, then let it be the last. Get out of my house. Take the kid with you.”

You hate how childish you sound. Here’s this big man, this bounty hunter, laying in your bed while you keep a hand over your eyes and tell him you don’t want to play anymore.

You hear a rustling. Then, he’s cupping your cheek. You exhale shakily as you automatically lean into the touch, another tear escaping the jail of your hand.

“It’s not fair that you get to leave and I have to stay here,” you say softly. “Please.”

He’s quiet for a minute. Contemplating. “What do you want?”

You sigh. “I want you to stay. With me. I want you to stay. I want you to tell me what to do. What you want. Where to go, how to feel. I want to go everywhere with you, and I want to stay when you tell me. I never want to have to see anybody but each other.”

Your hand is still covering your eyes when he kisses you. The sheet falls away as he pulls you under him. A repeat of the night before.

“I don’t want to wait anymore,” you tell him between kisses.

He’s softer now. More thoughtful. Considerate. Well, he’s always considerate, but this is different. This isn’t the display of power he likes to put on for you. It’s like you’re just… people. Together. It feels nice. You feel part of something, even if you still can’t see the way the morning light reflects in his eyes and what kind of bed head he gets and if his scruff gets tousled after you’ve run your fingers through it.

“Mando,” you sigh.

“Din,” he grumbles out. “Din. Call me Din.”

“Din,” you murmur, head swimming. “Is that your real name?”

He hesitates, like he’s still processing the fact that he just told you his name. “Yes,” he tells you.

“Din,” you exhale, nose bumping against his as you feel around for another kiss, pulling him down until you disappear into each other completely. He fucks into you so sweetly; long, thoughtful thrusts.

Your last orgasm is slow, luxurious. Pulling you deep into him, milking him where you connect.

He still hasn’t finished.

“Din,” you murmur. He groans, and it almost sounds painful, “Din?”

He gasps, pulling out. Thankfully your hand’s still covering them, because your eyes fly open in shock.

“What’s wrong?” His hands rub at the tender skin of your sides, anxious.

“I can’t- Need to,” he trails off. Then, he starts climbing over you. “Open your mouth.”

You know you don’t have another orgasm in you, you know you don’t, but your stomach still flutters weakly in interest. Din climbs over your torso, up to your chest. Planting himself right under your chin.

His wet cock bobs over your waiting mouth, head teasing your lips. He puts the tip against your tongue, using one hand to tuck your chin into your chest. You taste a hint of yourself on him. Can smell it.

“Good,” he murmurs. “Just-”

He groans in relief, his shaft pushing past your lips as he slowly fucks into your face.

He cups your chin, using his other hand to cover your eyes, just in case. You feel the lucious stretch of his tip in the back of your throat and relax, exhaling through your nose as he slowly penetrates you.

It shouldn’t feel romantic, but you’ve never had sex while he could see you. You just know he’s watching the way his length disappears into your mouth, fascinated with how you take it all. “Beautiful,” he murmurs, confirming your thoughts before pulling out and giving you a chance to inhale. You cough, your throat contracting against the sudden evacuation.

His thumb rubs against your cheek, hand still stopping you from accidentally seeing his face.

When he pushes back inside, you’re ready. It’s been a long time since you last did this, but you never get tired of it. You would probably fall asleep with his dick in your mouth every night if he wasn’t gone all the time.

“Fuck,” he groans, thrusting a little more steadily. You’re ready for it. You tilt your chin up a little, moving your face against him and making little noises to let him know you want it. You’ve wanted it for a year.

“Fuck, I-” he finally, finally fucks your face, muttering curses and sweet words about how good you are, how pretty. How nice and patient and sweet. “My girl,” he murmurs before he fills your throat, holding your head in place, not letting you budge an inch as his hips stutter against your mouth.

You do your best to catch every last drop as he pulls out, only stopping when he hisses from overstimulation. He takes his hand over your eyes and replaces it with one of your own before you feel him rise from the bed. You sit up, slightly dazed, licking the musk-salt of him from your lips.

He groans. “I saw that.”

“Good,” you say. “I wanted you to.”

There’s the telltale sound of his armor clinking, and you roll onto your side on the bed, still naked. Whatever. He’s seen worse, now.

You can’t help it, tears well up again. Real ones.

There’s a gloved hand on your shoulder, and you roll around to face him. Suited up.

You glance down at the scraps of fabric that you wore as clothing yesterday being offered to you.

You shrug on your tunic, leaving your vest on top of the crumpled sheets.

You walk into the kitchen together, awkward and quiet. Your caf from last night sits cold on the table.

The baby is still asleep. He slept through the whole night. You wonder if Mando didn’t give him something.

“I-”

“You should come with us.”

Your ears ring. “What?”

“Me, and the kid.” He seems nervous. You’ve never seen him nervous. “We can’t stay here. And neither can you, now. They’ll know I was here. You should come with us.”

“But, the farm-” you say, glancing out the window to where the droids are inspecting each grain, each stalk and leaf for pests.

“I got those for you,” he confesses, like it’s some big surprise. “I meant to come back, once you’d gotten used to them. Got a little tied up.”

Your eyes flick to the bassinet. “Really.”

He nods, slowly. Walks towards you on padded feet, tucks his fingers under your chin and runs a thumb over your bottom lip.

“I always wanted to take you with me, mesh’la. I just… wasn’t sure. What you wanted. You probably want to stay here, but-”

You reach up, hands on both sides of his helmet. You stand there for a full thirty seconds, giving him ample opportunity to stop you as you slowly, agonizingly slowly pull his helmet off.

His mouth is- perky. His facial hair is patchy, and scraggly. And brown. His nose is hooked, and his eyes are downturned, sad. Scared. Also brown.

His eyes (and you really, sincerely do not mean to be cheesy here) sparkle in the low light of morning. Dark, swirling mirrors of emotion. You never realized just how much he was hiding behind that mask. He’s a total open book like this. He whispers your name. He sounds terrified, and relieved.

You kiss him. His hands feel consuming, untethered. Like he’s been holding back this whole time.

“I want to go everywhere with you.” you say, holding eye contact with him. It makes you almost nervous, to see him staring back at you unabashedly.

From the corner of the room comes the tiniest, cutest sigh. The bassinet cover opens, and the green baby Mando-Din brought with him blinks and coos at you.

“Oh,” you breathe, totally captivated. “Hello.”

Your hands are pressed to Din’s chest, his arm circled around your waist.

You look up at him, eyes full of emotion as he stares at the baby reaching out for him. Din gently separates from you, scooping the kid out of the crib and letting him touch his face. It’s quiet for a while. Intimate. It feels like something really important is happening.

The baby’s eyes are huge, taking up about 50% of his face. He has long, fuzzy green ears and tiny three fingered claws. He looks like a doll.

“What’s his name?”

Din shrugs, and you snort. Of course Mando hasn't given him a name.

“Hey little guy,” you say, patting the wrinkled space between his ears. He gurgles.

You absolutely melt. He uses his little grabbers to hold onto one of your fingers, effectively cementing his place in your heart.

“So,” you say quietly. “Where are we going?”

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