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HAPPY BIRTHDAY @vikingmagic33 🥳 you know what can make birthdays even more special? Smut! This is inspired by some fics written by this amazing writer and even more amazing lady... We Don't Slut-Shame Males In The Night Court... In The Name of Science... and When Do I Get To Be Ready?

Synopsis: Some dirty texts exchanged at the dinner table followed by smut, smut and more smut.

Word Count: 2.8k

Warning: NSFW. This fic is just edging and smut

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Bzz. Gwyn excused herself from the conversation to look down at her phone.

Him: Did you think of me when you chose to wear that?

She smiled. Of course she had. Who else would she wear such a plunging neckline for? She brushed a hand on her cleavage and down on the silky fabric of her little black dress and typed a response with her free hand.

Her: Maybe 😏 Do you like it? - Sent.

A few seconds passed. Bzz.

Him: I do

She chuckled both at what Nesta was saying and at his response.

Her: Come on 🙄 I think you can do better than that - Sent.

Gwyn got involved in the conversation before her again. But her mind was still across the table with him. She clutched her phone hard in her hand, waiting for a new message to come. The bzz took longer this time. She kept talking for a few more minutes, intent on making him wait like she had to.

Him: You look so beautiful and hot in this that I got hard from the second I saw you

Thankfully her phone was hidden beneath the table and no one could see her screen. Before she could send a reply, another message popped up.

Him: Is that good enough for you sweetheart?

And another one after that.

Him: Or would you rather I tell you how badly I want to fuck you right now?

She raised her head, eyes immediately finding Azriel’s hazel ones across the table already looking at her. No one but Gwyn noticed in that moment that all his attention was on her and not on the conversation he was supposedly having with Cassian and Mor. It was a miracle that no one in their family had noticed that their exchanges, starting with the glances they stole, had changed lately. No one had discovered yet that their relationship had morphed from that of best friends to something more over the past month. With how hard it was getting for them to pretend in the presence of the others, perhaps it would not take long before their secret was out.

The harder they fell, the harder it was to stay apart. And right now, they both wanted to remove every inch that was separating them. A smirk spread on Gwyn’s lips and she looked down at her phone again.

Her: Leave nothing out 😉 - Sent.

Then she went back to eating and chatting with everyone around the table. The wine she was having somehow felt stronger. Or maybe it was anticipation and arousal that was turning her mind foggy. Her feet bounced slightly beneath the table as she waited.

It had all started with a kiss when Gwyn got home from a terrible date one night. She had confessed to Azriel then that the only reason she went on dates was to forget that she was pining after the one she really wanted but could not have. She had not meant to admit her feelings for Azriel that night. Gwyn had been scared that asking for more would ruin what they already had.

But he knew her too much. He knew that there was no one that she could love without him knowing who it was. And he knew how to coax the truth from her lips. Almost an hour of double meaning conversation later and he was kissing her, confessing that he too had been harbouring feelings for her for a while. This had been the most life altering kiss she ever had.

Bzz. She took a deep breath but did not look at her phone yet. Bzz. She was really tempted but it would have been rude to look down when Emerie was looking directly at her while talking. Bzz. Every vibration teased her more. Bzz. Bzz. Bzz.

Azriel coughed, making everyone turn to look at him but he just waved it off. But Gwyn noticed the few seconds that his eyes lingered on her. Taking advantage of the fact that Elain had joined their conversation and that now Emerie was turned to her, Gwyn unlocked her phone.

Him: I want to fuck you babe

Him: …so bad

Him: Sorry. That is inappropriate...

Him: I must eat you out first of course

Him: Make sure your pussy is dripping and ready for me

Him: Then I want to fuck you until you are dripping with my cum too

Breathe, she thought. Just breathe. No one had to know how horny she was right now. Except for one person.

Her: What if I want to make you come first? - Sent.

Three dots immediately appeared on her screen…

Him: If only you could feel how hard I am for you right now sweetheart

She took a big gulp of wine, emptying her glass before handing it out to Mor who was refilling her own. After another smaller sip from the full glass, her hand reached beneath the table again to type another message.

Her: I would love to. But tell me… - Sent.

She raised her head to laugh at a joke Cassian had made. Through his own chuckle and casual demeanour, Gwyn noticed the strong grip that Azriel had on his glass and the way he was biting hard on his bottom lip. His eyes were filled with the same glow that it usually contained before he pounced on her.

There was an immense satisfaction in knowing that she could make a man like him react like this. Azriel was beautiful beyond reason and he could probably bring anyone he wanted to their knees with a snap of his fingers. Yet Gwyn held his own pleasure at her fingertips. She could make him so hard with only words that he would beg for her touch.

Wanting to tease him a little, Gwyn brought her spoon to her mouth and licked the back of it, making sure that he was seeing how the white sauce spread on her tongue. She licked the remnants of it from her lips then grabbed her phone again.

Her: Would you rather I make you come in my mouth first? - Sent.

Her: Or maybe on my tits?? - Sent.

Her: Or maybe you would like to skip all that and just fill me up with your cum??? 🤔🤔 She read the last text again and… - Sent.

Gwyn tucked her phone between her thighs and tried as best as she could to focus on the conversations around the table. She let out a few ‘’Mhmm’’ and said a few ‘’Really? Wow,’’ to Nesta, not knowing exactly what nor who she was talking about.

Fortunately, Cassian and Mor were also in that conversation which spared both Azriel and Gwyn from the need to be fully invested in the discussion. When no response came from him, Gwyn took her phone and typed again. Perhaps he was having a hard time choosing between the options she had given him.

Her: You know what love?? I’m really craving your cock in my mouth 😣 - Sent.

When she looked at him, he was looking down at his lap and his teeth were biting harder on his lip. He was taking deeper breaths than he was before and the grip he had on his glass was so strong that Gwyn feared it would shatter in his hand. Oh how she loved playing with her man.

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‘’How should we start, Az?’’ Gwyn asked in her most sultry voice.

She would never have imagined a month ago where her chaotic date would have led her to; a kiss that had resulted in more time spent together with Azriel, exploring each other’s body and fantasies, until he ended up with a white ribbon holding his wrists together on her bed.

Everyone believed that he had headed straight to his own apartment after dropping her off. He had even taken his hands off her for the two seconds it had taken him to reply to Rhysand’s text and inform him that they had both made it to their respective places safely after leaving their family.

The black dress that had turned him on earlier had raised higher and higher up her legs during the drive to Gwyn’s place. Then it had been thrown across her living room with the rest of their clothes joining soon after.

Gwyn teased him by dragging a perfectly manicured finger down his tattooed and muscled chest. His body trembled and he tugged on his ties when that finger reached beneath his navel. Gwyn stopped and bent down to rest her hands on either side of his head.

‘’You thought it was funny to make me so wet with everyone around?’’ she whispered to him before tugging on his ear lobe with her teeth.

“And you thought it was funny to make me so hard I almost came in pants with everyone around?” His voice was filled with so much want that she felt the reaction it caused between her legs. Gwyn lowered herself on his hard cock and moved just enough for him to feel exactly how wet she was for him. She chuckled when he tugged harder on the ribbon. If he kept doing that, either the ribbon or her bedpost would probably break. Not that it had not happened before.

‘’Fuck. Do whatever you want with me baby. But please – ‘’ he let out a whimper when Gwyn started dragging her tongue up his neck.

‘’Please what love?’’ she asked with a sweet voice against his skin. She left his neck to trail wet kisses down his chest.

Gwyn loved having him at her mercy. Azriel was the only one she had trusted to explore her sexuality so thoroughly. He was patient, understanding and as open-minded as she was. But most importantly, Azriel trusted and loved her. And she loved him. More than she had ever loved any man before. She always felt his absence when they were still best friends. Not a day went by without them at least texting or calling.

But now, nothing was ever enough. She had to see him and feel his presence. And when they were alone, she had to feel his hands on her in some way or another. Except for now. Right now, she needed his hands away from her. Only because it would torture him a little more.

‘’Please,’’ Azriel begged beneath her. ‘’Please make me come.’’

Gwyn smirked and looked up at him. Her mouth had reached right where he needed her to be. ‘’Good boy,’’ she purred and wrapped her lips around his cock. Azriel groaned at the warmth of her mouth. His gasp turned into a deep groan when she started moving her head up and down his length. She brought a hand to his balls and squeezed him gently as she took him as deep as she could into her mouth.

Gwyn pushed her loose hair aside with a hand so he could watch how well she could take him. The moans interrupted by her name coming out of his lips and the wet sounds she was making by sucking him encouraged her to go faster.

Pleasuring Azriel was as much for him as it was for her. Her pussy was aching for him so much but she needed him to come first. She needed to feel that she could have that control over him. She needed to feel that she could give him as much as she could take.

And when Azriel gave himself to her, she took every single drop of it, swallowing his cum as he emptied himself down her throat. Then she heard the distinct snap of the ribbon tearing apart. When she finally released his cock and looked at him again, Gwyn found him with his eyes still close and his breathing ragged.

She crawled back up on him with a wide satisfied smile. Azriel grabbed her face and pulled her down on him, crashing their lips together and kissing her like she was the air he desperately needed. The taste of his release still on her tongue mixed with that of his mouth made her body go weak. She needed more of him.

Gwyn moaned when he lowered a hand and pinched her nipple so hard it hurt. “Az I want your mouth on me,” she said, though it came out more as a pleading cry. A second later, Azriel flipped her so she was the one beneath him. Then he was moving down on her, stopping to suck and bite her breasts before going lower.

Azriel kept his hands on her breasts, squeezing them hard. His lust filled eyes fixed on hers when he reached between her legs. “Please baby,” she said as she threaded her fingers through his hair. “I need you to eat my pussy.”

And gods he did. Azriel pushed two fingers inside her while his mouth sucked and licked her. Gwyn pulled hard on his hair, causing him to groan. Azriel removed his fingers to replace them with his tongue. One of his hands kept playing with her breasts while the other teased her clit. Gwyn was a moaning mess. Everything was lost to her except for the pleasure he was giving her. She rubbed her pussy against his face, seeking more and more and more. Until it became too much and she shattered.

Azriel did not stop though. He kept licking and sucking on her pussy until she came down from her orgasm and another wave of heat rised again. Only he was able to draw such pleasure from her. Azriel was able to set her body on fire in ways she knew no one else could. But if she was to be set aflame, then she would make sure that he would burn along with her.

Gwyn tugged hard on his hair, urging him to come back to her, and moved to sit up against the headboard. Their lips joined again when he stopped beside her and the kissed deepened as she moved to straddle him.

“Are you hard again for me Az?” she asked between kisses.

Azriel chuckled. “I’ve been hard again since I got my mouth on you sweetheart.”

He grabbed her by the ass and pulled her closer and she felt his hard cock pressing against her. Desperate to feel him inside her, Gwyn stroked his cock a few times, pressing her forehead against Azriel’s, before lifting herself up and slowly lowering down on him. She held her breath until she was fully seated on him.

He felt so good this deep inside her that she could have come again by just sitting there. But she needed more. So Gwyn moved, going up and down on him while he nipped at her neck.

“Az,” she said in between moans. He only answered with a grunt and a hard bite on her shoulder.

“Fuck me harder please,” she begged him. Gwyn needed to have more of him. And she would give him every bit of herself in return. She took his face between her hands and brought their lips together. “I want you to come inside me.”

He kissed her hard and started to fuck her harder. His hands dug into her ass and he pushed himself up inside her fast and hard. She moved at the same time, meeting him thrust for thrust.

“Are you going to come again for me baby?”

“Yes,” she cried out. Their movement became frantic. The room filled with their moans and the wet sound of their bodies connecting as his cock moved in and out of her. “Az, I need to come with you.”

“Fuck Gwyn,” was the last thing he said before he buried his face in her shoulder and spilled himself inside her. That was all she needed for her own orgasm to follow. Her body trembled and she held onto him as tightly as she could.

They stayed like this, face resting on the others shoulder, with Azriel rubbing circles on her bare back while she played with the strands of his hair she had roughly pulled on before. None of them were willing to open their eyes to reality just yet. After a while, Azriel lifted her up and carried her to the bathtub. The moments they shared after sex were always an extension of the act itself. They put as much patience and love in caring for each other as they did with bringing pleasure.

As she sat with her back against his front in the hot water, Gwyn closed her eyes and indulged in the peace and joy she felt in that moment. Although they were both ready to shout out to the world that they belonged together, they were the most content like this, wrapped up in each other’s warmth, and trusting the other with their bodies and hearts.

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twoidiotwriters1 · 2 months

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The Curse of Oenone (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: Something about Nico, he will always choose violence (when it comes to Ara) -Danny Words: 2,204 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter // Next Chapter Listen to: 'Sign of the Times' -by Harry Styles

XXXII: *Sobbing* I'm Fine!

Leo is waiting for them at the top of the gangplank, he grins and waves at the group, then his eyes focus on Frank and her. The moment she reaches his side and Leo has to look up to meet her gaze, he flushes to a cherry tone Ara has never seen on his face.

He speaks in a strangled voice. "Ares?"

"Mars. I don't know, I doubt it matters," Ara says, self-conscious about their height difference. "How does it look?"

"You could crash my skull with your thighs," he blurts out.

Hazel gasps, fanning her face scandalized at his comment. "Gods, I hate you," Nico groans, guiding his flustered sister away from them.

Ara hurries past Leo and goes to her cabin to check her reflection, her breath hitches at the sight: she looks exactly like Arachne's tapestry minus the cape and hair. Yesterday she had baby fat around her face, her abs were a soft belly, and now she looks like a high school senior who never misses a workout. Arms toned and longer legs—she barely fits in the mirror, since it was designed for a girl that was 5'3.

"Holy crap," she breathes. Someone knocks on her door, and she finds Nico standing there, waiting to be let in. "I'm tall," she states in shock.

"Congrats. What was the fight about? The one you had with Lily?"

Ara knows this will bring an argument, but if it doesn't happen today, it'll happen at an even worse time. "I told her we couldn't trust you."

Nico visibly tenses. "I'm not surprised."

Ara turns to face him properly. "I had a good reason, you know what I'm talking about."

Nico's eyes darken. "My dad forbade me to talk about it. One of your patrons—your main patron, or did you forget?"

"How can I? Ever since that day, I've been the babysitter of his little prince."

"I told you I wanted no part of your stupid camp, but it was you who promised—"

"You needed a place to live—"

"You expected everyone to act like I don't creep them out."

"Oh, cry me a river," Ara walks past him. "I've got more important things to do than to listen to the same complaints on repeat."

"Crap!" Ara struggles with the damaged oar, she hisses when it scratches her palm. "Leo, I forgot my gloves, can you toss them over?"

Leo seizes her Octopi bag and rummages through its contents. "You didn't grab them? That's basic gear, Ara."

"I don't do basic," she responds.

Leo looks over the railing. "Say what?"

"It's like maths," Ara squints when she looks up. "Unnecessary."

The boy holds onto the handrail as he leans in dramatically. "You think is what?"

"Oh no..." She mumbles and tilts her head. "My scolding senses are tingling..."

Leo scowls. "Get your ass back here—and be careful."

He doesn't reprimand her like, ever, not even tries to, but his job is the one thing he takes seriously, so Ara climbs back on deck and dusts off her hands expecting the berating of the week.

Leo spots the scrape on her hand and searches for his tool belt. "You almost lost an arm last December and you think being careful is unnecessary?"

"Oh, that was different," Ara watches Leo heal her. "Silly things—"

"Silly?" Leo looks up and his eye twitches. "Fixing the oars and giving Festus an upgrade ain't like changing the batteries of a TV remote, sweetheart. And maths? You need maths!"

She laughs nervously. "You okay?"

"Arae Jackson, that's negligence!" He exclaims. "Is this why they call you Dr Frankenstein back in camp?"

"Oh, you know about that?" She asks unbothered.

"That's it, you're not allowed to work on the repairs."

Her mouth opens in shock. "Leo, you know I'm a good repairperson, don't do this!"

"You heard me," he tries to take the harness off her, muttering grumpily. "Don't do maths, seriously..."

"Hey! Stand back!" Ara keeps him away. Leo is smaller than her now and he was never strong to begin with. "I'll finish the task whether I'm wearing the harness or not!"

"You're not helping yourself!" Nico speaks out of nowhere, both teens looking up to see him at the top mast.

"Stay out of this!" Ara seizes Leo's wrist. "Stop!"

It's kind of cute, seeing him angry over this. Reminds her of Mike a bit, which makes her feel kind of guilty. "Promise you'll be careful in the right way, not yours!"

Ara rolls her eyes. "Can I have my gloves, then?"

"Put them on before you go back," Leo crosses his arms. "I don't understand why Beckendorf made you Cabin Nine's right-hand girl if you ignore safety procedures."

"Beck had the knowledge, I had the spirit," she puts the gloves on with an amused expression. "Anyway... I need insulation stuff—the spongy one? And Industrial glue, and the..." She makes a gesture as if holding something and puffs some air out of her lips. "To fuse the bronze to the hull..."

"Insulation foam, industrial glue, metal welding kit—and bronze-welding rods to reattach the frame to the hull," the boy turns to get the goods.

Ara beams. "And welding goggles."

"'Course," Leo grabs stuff from his toolbox, the rest are from his magic belt. Ara stands there waiting. "Anything else?"

"Your hand in marriage?"

"Dang it, woman! You can't make me forget how irresponsible you are by love-bombing me!" Leo exclaims, handing the tools to her.

Ara puts the goggles on. "Seriously, Cabin Nine kids can tell what I'm talking about after a few tries, but you don't even think about it, that's awesome."

Leo looks away to hide his blush. "Your brain works similarly to mine, that's all. It's why we're attracted to each other in the first place."

It's nice to hear that's what Leo thinks about their situation. "We're soulmates." She says it so matter-of-factly that it makes Leo light up as much as the sun. Ara clears her throat and steps back. "Well, I'm going..."

"Yeah," Leo mumbles, a little smile playing on his face. "I'll be watching, my soon-to-be fiancé."

Above them, Nico groans again, but they both ignore him.

Leo has long forgotten he's supposed to be checking Ara's work while installing Festus's upgrade. Instead, he's just eyeing her, trying not to be obvious, but doing a terrible job.

He can't even hate the fact that she's taller than him by a lot. She's the only demigod that looks god-like in his eyes, Ara's beauty grows with every blessing, no smudge of dirt she gets from her hard work can take it away. When she moves, her body gets framed by the dying sunlight in a way that makes Leo lightheaded.

She's wearing the hair tie he made for her, holding her shiny brown locks in a loose braid, and the way she scrunches up her nose in concentration, the tip of her tongue poking out... The more he looks, the more his heart races.

She was once out of his league, now she's out of everyone's orbit. She's skillful and experienced, and Leo has a hard time understanding why she would love someone as inconsequential as him.

"You should be careful."

Nico's voice comes to remind him not everything is perfect. Leo jumps out of his skin and swears in Spanish, he glares at the tall boy standing behind him. "Dude, can you not do that?"

Nico doesn't apologize before adding to his comment. "Ara's fool's gold."

Leo frowns. "What?"

Nico glances at the girl, he's angry at her for trying to convince Lily, his only friend, to stop trusting him. Two can play the same game. "She looks good, then you get closer and realize it's all pretend. You call her a doll, right?" He laughs shortly. "That's accurate. Ara likes playing with boys like you."

Leo's fists start to smoke. "Don't you mean boys like us?"

Nico's taken by surprise, a creepy smile forms on his face when he understands what Leo is insinuating. He won't clear up the misunderstanding, Leo has the same arrogant air Ara has when challenged, and is always far more entertaining to watch those kinds of people trip over their feet.

Nico steps closer. "I can get under her skin like no one else. Have you ever asked her why she loathes having me around? You should. She doesn't like to be questioned, so you'll get to see the real Arae."

"She's the General," Leo replies tensely. "You're not supposed to question her, smartass."

Nico's smirk grows. "I see why she likes you." The boy turns to leave. "Ask her."

"I know why she hates you," Leo says confidently, which causes Nico to laugh again.

"No, you don't," he reaches the stairs. "Ask her about the curse."

Ara takes a look at the finished product. "Good as new, right?"

Festus blows out steam and Ara recoils, feeling the air around her get hotter when he does that. She takes off the goggles and dries the sweat off her brow.

"I'll take that as a yes."

The moon is high above but very thin, so Ara has a bit of trouble finding her way back to the deck, she doesn't notice Leo until she's right under the handrail. The boy's watching in silence with a scowl on his face.

She jumps over the railing landing on both feet, then dusts off her hands, and nods at Leo. "Hey."

He walks over to the control board. "Hey."

"I'm done," she announces proudly. "I was very safe the whole time."

"Good job," he checks the monitor. "Festus's stable, so are the oars."

Leo looks at her doing a quick scan. Ara is covered in sweat and grime, her cheeks are flushed... he can't think of any girl who would look better than she does like this, but Nico succeeded in his attempt to plant a seed of doubt, and Leo can't shake off the feeling that Ara has been lying to him about something.

Besides, he once overheard Percy and Ara talking, and her brother mentioned an old crush she used to have on Nico... Leo panicked and sneaked back to his cabin after hearing that, but the words stuck in his brain and he couldn't take them out.

Ara sighs. "I promise to be careful from now on, I'll use a calculator and everything..."

Leo's seen the way she looks at him lately, like it hurts to be near him. At first, he thought it was guilt because she'd decided to leave her camp, but now... What if the love's fading out between them?

"I..." he starts quietly, swallowing the lump in his throat. "How do you feel?"

"Great!" She smiles. "I'd missed it, getting my hands dirty reminded me of home, it made me feel useful."

"You're always useful," he replies. "But you definitely have a natural aptitude for mechanics."

"I was fated to," Ara replies casually. "Thank you for letting me do this."

"You don't have to thank me. You're the General."

"Yeah, well..." she continues, now trying to ignore his weird vibes. "I'll go take a shower before dinner."

Leo blurts out the first thought in his mind. "I didn't know someone could make me this stupid."

Leo would rather jump into Tartarus than tinker with something that doesn't need fixing... but what if it does? Sometimes a machine doesn't look broken, but it malfunctions anyway. He can't deny that their relationship feels... unbalanced. A creation jumpstarted without all the necessary precautions, and there's a buzzing coming from it that Leo can't identify, but it's making his skin crawl.

Ara is unsure of where this is going. "What's wrong?"

He can't think when her eyes are on him like this, he has this urge to make her smile, and he doesn't know where that comes from. Sure, he loves making people laugh, but with Ara... it almost feels like an obligation.

He struggles to form a proper sentence. "I think you're lying to me."

Ara pales, which is not a good sign. "What?"

"You wanted to jump off the cliff," he continues. "And you tried to leave us when Reyna cornered us at the Fort—"

"Leo—"

"Let me finish," he presses anxiously. "You weren't surprised when Nemesis gave you that weird warning, and you've been acting even weirder since we rescued di Angelo—"

"I—"

"Don't lie to me," he demands. "Your prophecy mentions a curse—The curse of love. Does that mean—"

"This is Nico talking," Ara's eyes darken. "I thought he was ending his shift, but he came to taunt you, didn't he?"

Leo feels like throwing up, but more than that, he feels insulted. "So what if he did?"

"He wants us to get into an argument," Ara steps forward. "Don't let him do this!"

Leo steps back. "Then answer my question."

Unexpectedly, her eyes brim with tears. "I can't."

Some part of him that he's not even aware of triggers, Leo is too distraught to think, his heart is breaking. "You said promises were important to you, but you're not keeping yours."

"There are things that I need to keep under control," she speaks with a trembling voice.

"What things?" He asks bitterly. "Me?"

"Don't say that!" She squeezes the gloves in her hands. "We've failed too many times, Leo. I can't risk it. As your General, I'm telling you to stay out of it."

Leo doesn't like how she says that, her voice weighs like it carries centuries of painful memories, and it sounds like Ara thinks Leo will ruin her plans, and that stings.

"Chiron was right," he says aghast. "Your ambition blinds you. No matter what the outcome is, it's never enough, is it?"

Ara can't stand another second of that conversation, so she abandons it, and Leo doesn't stop her.

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c-e-d-dreamer · 2 years

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Two Minutes for Hooking (Up)

A/N: So, story time! This whole thing started because @vidalinav asked the GC what their ideal meet cute would be, and then @talkfantasytome said one of hers was meeting at a baseball game, and I was like I could not imagine a meet being particularly cute at a hockey game (my sporting event of choice), and then @dustjacketmusings jumped in with the “it would be a feisty meet cute”, and of course, someone says feisty and my brain instantly goes Nessian. Cue @moodymelanist also jumping in as an enabler, and here we are.... This originally was supposed to be a cute little drabble but then it got away from me and ended up being 5,000 words, but I hope everyone enjoys? Idk bro idk :)

Ramiel Arena looms high over the streets of Velaris, the flashing lights on the large screens declaring the game for tonight, large banners of the team’s top stars plastered to the walls. There’s already a decent size crowd making their way toward the doors, a sea of black and white, the three star logo of the Velaris North Stars displayed on jerseys and hats and shirts alike.

Nesta earns a few curious looks her way at the jersey she’s adorning, the blue color of it unmistakable, but she refuses to back down. If anything, it makes her straighten her spine that inch more, makes her hold her head just that bit higher. It won’t matter anyways what anyone thinks. Three periods and the Adriata Sharks will be moving on to the next round of the playoffs, and the North Stars’ season will be done.

Nesta keeps a tight hold of Gwyn's hand as they weave their way to join the line to get in, Gwyn's other hand clasped with Emerie's. The security guard that checks their purses openly balks at them, and the worker who scans the tickets makes an offhanded comment about them being "ballsy," but then they're through the doors.

It's easy enough to find their section. Since it's such a big game, they decided to splurge on lower bowl tickets, getting one of the upper rows behind the goal the Sharks will shoot twice on. They settle into their seats and almost instantly Gwyn has her phone out, taking a photo of their view for Instagram.

"You know you're wearing the wrong jersey, right, sweetheart?"

Nesta whips her head to the left to find a man in the seat next to her. Dark curls are scraped back away from his face and pulled into a bun, a North Stars jersey pulled tight across his broad shoulders. His eyes are a bright hazel, a kaleidoscope of greens and golds that seem to twinkle in amusement as they rake over Nesta. When he meets her gaze again, he smirks. It has Nesta scowling at him in response.

"I'm not your sweetheart," Nesta sneers, settling this man with her best cold, hard, unimpressed stare. "And while it's none of your business, I happen to prefer wearing the jersey of a winning team."

"Then you're definitely going to need to change, since the North Stars are winning tonight."

"Are you kidding me? Did you forget who's currently ahead in the series?"

"It doesn't matter," the man explains easily, leaning on the arm rest between their seats and closer to Nesta. "The North Stars are going to win tonight, force a game seven, and then they're going to go to Adriata and win there too."

Nesta can't help but scoff at that. "With your blue line? Don't make me laugh."

"At least our stars can score. All your goals have to come from your grinders."

"Jealous we have a complete team?"

"Seriously, Nesta?" Nesta snaps her head to the right, Emerie watching her with an unimpressed expression. "The game hasn't even started and you're already picking fights?"

"I am not picking fights," Nesta argues, barely keeping the exasperation out of her tone. "He started it."

Emerie's expression doesn't move an inch, and Gwyn now looks like she's barely biting back a laugh. The reactions bristle Nesta's nerves. She settles back in her seat with a frustrated huff, crossing her arms across her chest. A quick glance out of the corner of her eye finds the man smirking again, but that just has Nesta's annoyance flaring even more. How dare he. How dare this man try and start shit with her and then have the nerve to look satisfied, amused even.

"So… Nesta," the man begins, and Nesta can practically hear the smugness in his tone.

"Don't."

"Would you prefer I keep calling you sweetheart?"

Nesta turns to glare at him. "Absolutely not."

"So, Nesta," the man continues unperturbed, like she's not staring daggers into him. "My name's Cassian by the way, but I was curious. Are you from Velaris? Or from Adriata?"

Nesta means to ignore him, to leave him stewing in his questions, she really does, but there's something about him. Something about the way the lights of the arena reflect in the hazel of his eyes, about the shadows the lights paint across his skin. He watches her, his expression patiently expectant, but Nesta swears he's looking right through her somehow. Swears that despite their talk of just hockey, there's something deeper unsaid thrumming beneath the words, between them.

"We're from Adriata," Nesta explains. "We drove in for the game. To watch the Sharks win and move on."

"I already told you," Cassian laughs, the sound low and rumbling. "The North Stars are going to win tonight."

"We'll see," Nesta tells him primly, turning back toward the rink as the lights dim and the announcer's voice cuts in over the speakers.

The arena plays some cringey hype video for the North Stars on the jumbotron, the whole thing leaving Nesta rolling her eyes. The starting lines are introduced, a singer comes out to perform the anthem, and then the players are taking their places on the ice. Nesta can't help but turn toward Cassian with a smirk of her own, nudging him gently with her elbow.

"You see number seventy-six there?" Nesta asks him, Cassian raising an eyebrow curiously in response. "He's the best defenseman in the league."

"You wish," Cassian shoots back.

"He is."

"Then I guess it will be even sweeter when our first line walks all over him."

"You'll be lucky if you get a single goal all game."

The whistle blows, the puck drops, and the game is off. Nesta leans forward in her seat, elbows braced on her knees and eyes darting back and forth, as she follows the game up and down the ice. She can't help but mutter under her breath, a bad habit Emerie is always teasing her for, but her heart is in her throat, nerve endings on fire, with every play, every near chance in front of both nets.

There’s only a few minutes left in the first period when one of the Shark’s wingers carries the puck through the neutral zone. They try to make their way around the defender, nothing but open ice waiting for them on the other side, but instead they go sprawling across the ice. The play continues on around them, and Nesta is on her feet in a second.

“Are you kidding me, ref?” Nesta calls toward the ice. “Where’s the call?”

“There was nothing to call,” Cassian points out, that annoying smugness still overflowing in his voice.

“It was a blatant trip.”

“Maybe you need to get your eyes checked, sweetheart.”

“Maybe you need to learn to shut your mouth.”

The man on Cassian’s other side lets out a snort at Nesta’s comment, almost choking on the beer he’s drinking. Cassian turns to glare at his companion, and when he snaps his gaze back to Nesta, she’s almost worried she took it too far, but Cassian’s eyes are practically glittering in amusement, alight with the challenge. It’s too late that she realizes he’s enjoying this, not until Cassian’s mouth twists with that ever present cocksure smirk.

“I can think of a few ways you can help shut me up,” Cassian offers, the suggestion dripping from his tone.

Nesta barely has time to swallow down her surprise, but she can’t stop the blush that sends heat cascading under her skin. She settles Cassian with a scowl, but she knows he clocks her flush, and she doesn’t miss the way his eyes dip down to her lips before dancing up to meet her eyes again. She refuses to give him the satisfaction of a response, settling back into her seat and keeping her focus solely on the game.

When the horn sounds, signaling the end of the first period, Nesta, Gwyn, and Emerie retreat to the main concourse to grab food. Nesta leads the way down the steps back to their seats, a bag of popcorn in one hand and a drink in the other. They’ve barely made it to their row when Nesta can feel a pair of eyes on her, leaving her skin prickling in awareness. She doesn’t have to look to know which hazel gaze is the culprit.

Just because she can, Nesta takes the seat closest to the aisle and furthest away from Cassian. Thankfully, her friends don’t make a comment about it, but Gwyn and Emerie do share a knowing look before taking the other two seats. Nesta chats easily with Gwyn through the remainder of the intermission. All the while, she can feel that stare boring into her temple like flames licking against her skin. It’s only when the lights dim again to signal the start of the second period that the fire finally recedes.

The second period is as intense as the first, but still scoreless, and with each push from either team on the ice, tensions seem to rise, the game becoming quite chippy. Every play ends with chirping between the players and extra shoves against the boards. At the far end of the ice, a Sharks player takes the puck behind the net, clearly hoping to make a pass to the slot, but instead a North Star player plows through them. The Sharks player crumbles to the ice, clutching at his head, and Nesta is once again on her feet.

“You cannot be serious! How can you not call that?”

“That was a perfectly clean hit,” Cassian calls toward her, leaning forward in his seat so he can speak around Emerie and Gwyn.

“A clean hit? There was head contact.”

“Yeah, accidental! He never left his feet and he led with his hip.”

“That’s bullshit, and you know it.”

“Alright, that’s it,” the man to Cassian’s other side declares, standing up.

Nesta watches in confusion as the man moves his way down the row, past Cassian, past Emerie and Gwyn. When he reaches Nesta, his hands reach up, fingers gently curling around her shoulders, before spinning them around so they’ve switched spots. He falls into Nesta’s vacated seat without a care, plucking up her drink from the cupholder and holding it out for her take. All Nesta can do is gape at him, but he seems unperturbed, ignoring Nesta and turning toward Gwyn.

“Hi, I’m Azriel,” the man introduces himself to Gwyn, holding out a hand for the redhead to shake.

“Hey! Sit down!” a voice cuts in.

Nesta turns to glare at the person a few rows back, but when she turns back to demand Azriel get out of her seat, he seems resolute in avoiding her gaze. With an annoyed huff, Nesta makes her way down the row of seats, settling into the now vacated one next to Cassian. Cassian turns toward her, offering her a wide, winning smile, but Nesta is determined to ignore him. It’s easier said than done.

“So, Nes,” Cassian starts once the horn blares to end the second period, tossing an arm along the back of Nesta’s seat. “How did you—”

“Nesta,” Nesta cuts in to correct.

“That’s what I said,” Cassian dismisses with a shrug. “So, how did you become a big Sharks fan?”

Nesta turns to scowl at Cassian, her annoyance only growing when he reaches forward and steals a handful of popcorn from her. “Is your mission in life to annoy me or something?”

A slow smirk pulls its way across Cassian’s face, and Nesta already regrets asking. She can already see the dirty thoughts simmering just behind his eyes, the wheels turning for him to turn her question around into another suggestive comment.

“I changed my mind. Don’t answer that,” Nesta cuts in before Cassian can speak. “I grew up on the game. I used to sneak out of bed as a kid so I could watch the playoffs when my father did.”

“And your family’s from Adriata?”

“Actually, both my sisters live in Velaris, but I went to college in Adriata. It’s how I met Emerie and Gwyn, and the three of us all became Sharks fans.”

Cassian hums softly in understanding. “My brothers and I basically grew up on the North Stars, being from Velaris and all. We actually used to all play hockey when we were younger.”

“And you don’t play now?”

“I’ll do the occasional weekend pickup game, but I’m certainly no NHL player.”

“How disappointing,” Nesta tells him primly, barely biting back her own smirk, before her words fully register in her mind.

Nesta waits for the comment to come, for the jab that always follows. There’s always a sly comment about her being a woman who’s a sports fan, a joke about being attracted to the players, questions of if she can even name the rules. But it never comes. Instead, Cassian chats with her about their respective teams, about this season’s hot trades, and how the other playoff series have been the past month. Nesta wants to hate how genuine Cassian seems, how easy it seems to talk with him. Only a few hours and he’s already wormed his way under her skin.

Thankfully, before Nesta has time to do any real introspection about that, the third period starts. The injury to their own player in the second period seems to have sparked something in the Sharks, and it takes them less than a minute to score. Nesta jumps up to her feet to cheer, Cassian burying his face in his hands with a groan.

Nesta and Cassian don’t talk much as the minutes tick down and down to the end of the third period, the threat of elimination hanging in the air of the arena. Nesta can tell that Cassian is getting antsy, leaning forward in his seat and his leg bouncing with anxiety. Nesta, on the other hand, can feel anticipation thrumming through her veins. This is it. The Sharks are going to win and move on in the playoffs, and she’s here to see it.

“Looks like the North Stars won’t be winning after all,” Nesta tells Cassian smugly during a television timeout.

“There’s still a minute left in the game,” Cassian argues.

“And you really think they can pull off a comeback in that time?”

“Did you know it takes less than ten seconds to score a goal?”

“Oh, I don’t doubt for a second that you’re very familiar with the concept ‘less than ten seconds.’”

Cassian blinks in surprise for a moment, but then that amused smirk returns in full force, and he tosses Nesta a wink. “I’d be more than happy to prove you wrong after this game. My place?”

“In your dreams.”

Cassian laughs, but then his attention is back on the ice. There’s ten seconds remaining in the game when the North Stars’ center carries the puck into the offensive zone, drop passing back to a winger. The winger passes to a defenseman who dances along the blue line before shooting into the bodies in front of the net. Nesta can’t tell if the puck goes off a body or a stick, but the horn blares and everyone is shooting to their feet all around the arena to cheer. All Nesta can do is gape, gape the entire final seconds of regulation.

“Looks like we’re headed to overtime, sweetheart.”

Overtime is an entirely next level of anxiety. Every play feels more intense, the stakes ever higher. A particularly close call has Nesta’s hand snapping out to grip Cassian’s arm, his skin surprisingly warm beneath her fingertips. Luckily, overtime doesn’t last too long, but unluckily, it’s the North Stars scoring five minutes in. Everyone is on their feet around her, but Nesta just stares blankly at the ice, at the North Star players all jumping and hugging in their excitement over staving off elimination.

“Well, would you look at that,” Cassian’s smug voice breaks through her shock, the man in question having taken his seat again. “I was right after all.”

“Feeling pretty proud of yourself?” Nesta questions with a roll of her eyes.

“Certainly pretty proud of the North Stars. And I’ll be feeling especially good when they win again back in Adriata for game seven.”

“Should I expect to see you there too? So you can annoy me more?”

“Unlikely,” Azriel’s voice cuts in from the other end of the row, some unsaid amusement underlying his tone.

Cassian chuckles nervously at his brother’s words, rubbing the back of his neck. “I may or may not be banned from the Adriata arena.”

“Banned?” Nesta asks incredulously. “You’re banned?”

“I went to a game there last playoffs,” Cassian explains, offering Nesta a sheepish smile. “And it went to double overtime, and I ended up drinking a lot more than I intended, and there was this guy…”

“Oh my gods,” Nesta whispers, realization dawning on her. “You’re the guy who started a fight during last year’s double overtime game?”

“Allegedly. You can’t prove it.”

Nesta can’t help it. She laughs. She laughs at the absurdity that has been this whole game, this whole evening, this man. She laughs until she has to press a hand to her mouth, until her sides start to hurt. Cassian’s face is a picture perfect look of surprise at her reaction, but then he’s grinning widely, laughing with her.

“Well, then, I guess this is goodbye,” Nesta declares once she’s calmed down, standing up from her seat.

“What?” Cassian asks, standing up as well.

It’s then that Nesta realizes just how tall Cassian is. She’d known somewhat in the back of her mind even when he was seated, his broad shoulders a giveaway, but he stands almost a head taller than her, and Nesta has to tilt her head up to keep his gaze. His large frame also means he’s blocking Nesta’s path to exit.

“The game is over,” Nesta points out, gesturing with her hand toward the emptying out arena. “Or did you forget?”

“Right… yeah…” Cassian agrees, but something like disappointment seems to simmer in his eyes.

Despite his words, Cassian doesn’t move out of the way. It’s only when Nesta settles him with an exasperated look, the silent question clear, that Cassian steps back, allowing Nesta to pass. His hand reaches out like he means to help steady her, and even through the fabric of the jersey she’s wearing, Nesta swears electricity burns where his fingers brush.

“It was nice to meet you, Nesta,” Cassian calls after her as she steps out of the row with Emerie and Gwyn.

“I wish I could say the same,” Nesta teases, Cassian’s laughter following her all the way out into the main concourse and out of the arena.

~ * * * ~

Stepping through the doors of the Adriata arena, fondly nicknamed by fans the Shark Tank, feels a bit like coming home for Nesta. Something about the crowds all decked out in their blue jerseys, about the excited chatter around a game seven, about the sights and sounds inside that are so familiar. Nesta takes a deep breath of it all, unable to bite down the smile that pulls wide across her face.

“Azriel! You made it.”

Nesta pauses where she was following behind Gwyn and Emerie, watching in surprise as Gwyn goes tearing ahead of them. She comes to a stop in front of a tall man, one Nesta recognizes from the game in Velaris two days previous. Almost instinctively Nesta’s eyes sweep around them, looking for broad shoulders, hazel eyes, and a head of dark curls.

She knows she shouldn’t be surprised to see Azriel here. The man had apparently asked Gwyn for her number at the last game, and Gwyn had spent the last two days smiling at her phone, much to Nesta and Emerie’s teasing. Still, that doesn’t stop the disappointment that flares deep in Nesta’s gut at the sight of just a singular pair of hazel eyes. She’s not sure how she feels about that.

“He’s still banned,” Azriel explains as if he can read Nesta’s thoughts, him and Gwyn having stepped forward to rejoin Nesta and Emerie.

“Good,” Nesta tells him primly, although Azriel’s expression tells her he doesn’t believe her for a second, and Nesta can do nothing against the blush that scatters across her face at being caught. “I wouldn’t want to deal with his annoyance again anyways.”

“Oh, yeah, I’m sure,” Emerie cuts in, her tone laced with sarcasm.

Despite her quip, Emerie loops her arm through Nesta’s, the four of them making their way to their seats. The game is exactly as exciting as Nesta expected. The whole arena seems to be alive with it, with the anticipation of the Sharks potentially punching their ticket to the next round. Nesta is on her feet with every almost goal, every great save by the Sharks’ goaltender. She joins in with the crowd’s chants, feeling almost bittersweet when the first period comes to an end.

After the horn blares, Gwyn and Azriel vacate their seats to grab food, Emerie following behind them so she can go to the bathroom. It leaves Nesta alone with their row of seats, and she pulls out her phone to distract herself while she waits for the second period to start.

“Is this seat taken?”

Nesta’s gaze snaps up, surprised to find Cassian standing at the end of the row. That cocksure smirk is still painted across his face, mischief dancing amongst the greens and golds of his hazel eyes. He has a beanie pulled down low over his dark curls and is wearing a Sharks jersey this time, as if that will somehow hide his true identity.

“Cassian?” Nesta asks, glancing around before dropping her voice. “I thought you were banned?”

“That’s why I’m wearing a disguise,” Cassian explains easily, gesturing with his hand to his attire and dropping into the seat next to Nesta.

“I’m pretty sure that’s not how it works,” Nesta tells him doubtfully even as she’s unable to keep the laughter from her voice.

“They’ll never know I’m here in a sold out arena,” Cassian shrugs, tossing an arm over the back of Nesta’s seat. “So, Nes. Did you miss me?”

“Quite the opposite actually.”

“You’re a terrible liar. Did you know that?”

Nesta opens her mouth, a retort primed and ready on the tip of her tongue, when she notices the security guards coming their direction, eyes practically glued on Cassian. A man Nesta doesn’t recognize walks with them, dressed in a stylish suit that matches the Sharks’ team colors. They come to a stop at the row Nesta and Cassian are sitting in, all of their faces equally unimpressed if not borderline angry. Cassian turns to follow Nesta’s gaze, wincing when he takes in what’s waiting for him.

“Tarquin, buddy, how are you?” Cassian greets, keeping his tone light and innocent. Nesta’s eyes widen as she realizes who the man is. Tarquin. Owner of the Sharks team and the arena.

“Did you really think you could step inside my arena, and I wouldn’t know?” Tarquin asks him, crossing his arms across his chest.

“Well, I’ll admit I was hoping it would at least take you a period or two to figure it out.”

“Do you think this is a joke? What part of a lifetime ban don’t you understand?”

“It’s been a year. Can’t we just let the past be in the past?”

“I don’t care who your brother is, Cassian. Get out of my arena,” Tarquin practically seethes, security guards already stepping forward to pull Cassian to his feet. “Your companion too.”

“What?” Nesta cuts in, but she can’t even protest before the security guards are pulling her to her feet too.

Nesta and Cassian are led out of the seat section and through the main concourse. They earn a few confused and curious glances from the other fans milling about and getting food from the different concession stands, but Nesta’s gaze is firmly on Cassian’s. She stares daggers into the back of his head, throwing every angry emotion behind it.

This is all his fault. She’s going to get tossed out of the arena, won’t get to see her favorite team win, all because of Cassian’s idiocy. She’s going to murder him. Slowly and painfully. Especially because Cassian is completely unbothered by the turn of events, strolling behind Tarquin like this is all just a regular occurrence. It has Nesta’s blood seething with annoyance.

Tarquin comes to a stop in front of the doors to the arenas, the security guards flanking them on all sides like they expect Nesta and Cassian to make a run for it. One of the security steps forward, opening and holding the door.

“I trust I won’t need to remind you again what a lifetime ban means?” Tarquin asks, gesturing toward the door.

“Tarquin, listen,” Cassian starts, holding up his hands placatingly. “I know you thought you needed to ban me—”

“You started a fist fight with a fan,” Tarquin cuts in.

“Allegedly,” Cassian corrects, glancing toward Nesta with a wide, mischievous smile. “But the point is, I get it, and I respect the ban.”

“Clearly not, if here you are.”

“But you see,” Cassian continues unperturbed. “I did it for love. You see Nesta here? She’s the love of my life, and I just had to see her again.”

Nesta doesn’t have time to swallow down her shock, her jaw practically dropping open at Cassian’s words. As if dragging her into this and getting her thrown out of the arena wasn’t enough? Now he’s trying to use her to get out of his ban? She’s definitely murdering him after this. At least Tarquin seems unimpressed with Cassian’s attempts, the man pinching the bridge of his nose and letting out a sigh.

“And that’s also why you can’t ban Nesta,” Cassian keeps going. “Because I’m going to marry her one day, and she’s a big Sharks fan. You know what they say: happy wife, happy life, and if I get her banned from this arena, she will not be a happy wife. What a terrible start to our relationship.”

“Fine, I won’t ban her,” Tarquin concedes with another heaving sigh. “But you both do need to leave tonight. I can’t deal with this anymore.”

“Deal,” Cassian agrees eagerly, grabbing Nesta’s hand in his and pulling her out the door.

The doors to the arena close with a soft snick, leaving Nesta and Cassian standing alone in the evening darkness of the street. Nesta can hear the cheers from the crowds watching on the big screen outside the arena a few blocks down, faint but still clinging to the wind. This block is empty, though, just them and the streetlights overhead.

Cassian turns to Nesta with a smile, and that’s the last straw for her. She snaps and lets that simmering anger under her skin finally bubble over, stepping into Cassian’s space and hitting her fists against him. His amused laughter at her reaction just further eggs her on.

“You’re a fucking idiot,” Nesta seethes. “What is wrong with you? I can’t believe you!”

“Come on, Nes,” Cassian tries to protest, catching Nesta’s wrists in his large hands and holding her still. “I kept you from getting a ban like me.”

“I would never have to worry about any type of ban if it wasn’t for you! Did you ever think about that? This is all your fault,” Nesta reminds him angrily, fueled even more by the fact Cassian doesn’t seem to be listening to her, his expression slightly glazed over. “Cassian!”

Cassian blinks a few times before raising his eyes to meet Nesta’s again. “What?”

“You’re not even listening to me.”

“Sorry, sweetheart, but all I can think about is how badly I want to kiss you right now.”

The words have Nesta’s mouth snapping shut, all other words dying in the back of her throat. Cassian steps closer into her space, walking them back until Nesta’s back gently hits the wall of the arena. His eyes dip down to her lips before dancing back up to meet hers, the desire clear under the yellow glow of the streetlights.

“I thought you were just saying all those things earlier,” Nesta tells him quietly. “To get out of your ban.”

“The first thing you need to know about me,” Cassian offers, leaning closer until his nose brushes against Nesta’s. “Is that I always mean what I say.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes, so can I kiss you now?”

Maybe it’s the way the tension has been building since Cassian first went toe to toe with her at the last game. Or maybe it’s the adrenaline from watching a game seven still licking through Nesta’s veins. But there’s no denying the embers lying in wait between them, waiting for that spark to roar to life and swallow them whole. And Nesta wants that spark. She wants this man with his cocksure smirks and his stupid ban, wants him to keep looking at her the way he does.

So, rather than answer, Nesta fists her hands in the jersey Cassian is wearing, tugging him that final inch closer. Cassian’s lips crash against hers, his hands coming up to cradle Nesta’s face. Every inch of him seems to radiate warmth as he presses closer against her, their lips sliding together. Cassian deepens the kiss, his tongue pushing into Nesta’s mouth, and Nesta can’t stop the moan that tears free from the back of her throat. The response just seems to spur him on, one of Cassian’s arms slipping to around her waist and tugging her flush against him.

When they finally pull apart, Nesta’s chest is heaving, her lips swollen and still tingling from the touch. Her blood feels almost molten, and it takes a moment to find the strength to flutter her eyes back open. She finds Cassian staring right back at her. One of his palms still rests against her cheek, and his thumb traces a gentle line across her skin. It sends goosebumps pebbling across Nesta’s skin, sends her heart skipping and thundering between her ribs until all she can do is smile at him, Cassian smiling widely right back at her.

“You know,” Cassian starts, his voice deep and husky from their kissing. “I’ve always wanted to see the sites of Adriata. Maybe we could start with your place?”

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date night | s.r

summary: in which cat adams disrupts the peace once again requested?: yes! requested by anon! request: Could you write something about Spencer Reid that’s along the lines of S15E6 where you are dating Spencer but he’s forced to go on the “date” with Cat? Maybe you are also a part of the BAU and witness all of it ? Lmk if you forget the episode or are unable to look it up and I can help! ❤️

pairing: spencer reid x reader category: fluff, angst content warnings: mentions of violence & sa, post prison reid, innuendos word count: 1.6k

The phone began ringing, making the couple scramble awake in unison. The girl reaches over, looking at the caller ID and sighing before answering. "Let me guess, a case?"

"You're kidding."

This alerts Spencer, making him look at his girlfriend, her bare back facing him. Remenants from the night before scattered across her neck, making him smile sleepily.

"Okay, bye, Em."

With a sigh, she collapses against the pillows in their bed and she rolls over to meet his hazel eyes. "We have a case, but, uh, Cat's back." Y/N shuffled towards Spencer, placing a kiss on his jaw, littering kisses down his bare skin in hopes of soothing his nerves that she knew were quick to approach.

"What happened?"

Her lips pulled away from his chest and her eyes met his. "I'm not sure, she didn't say. She said we had to get there kind of quick. But, I think we have time for a shower if y'want." She mumbled, nuzzling her face in his neck, once again kissing the soft skin.

"I rather get this over with. Sorry, sweetheart. I'll gladly take you up on the offer when we get home, though."

The couple walked into the office, and up to the meeting room where Rossi and Prentiss stood, awaiting their arrival. "Catch us up," Spencer said as the two took their seats.

"Early this morning, Garcia got an email from an anonymous server."

Emily pressed a button on the remote, a picture of a man and a woman tied up with another woman holding a gun in between them. "She's not obscuring her face," Rossi started. "telling us she's got nothing to hide."

"Any ideas on the victims or unsub?" Y/N finally spoke.

"No, only the unsub's demands." Emily looked toward the couple. "That we release Catherine Adams in twenty-four hours." Y/N's eyes looked towards Spencer whose face stayed the same.

"I'm having her transferred here for questioning, but we have no illusions."

Y/N grabbed Spencer's hand in her own, letting him know she was there. "I mean, this is just a game to her, we know that." She says what everyone was thinking.

An hour later, Cat arrives, handcuffed at both the hands and her ankles.

The team stood behind the other side of the glass door, watching her walk in. Spencer was already in the interrogation room, so Y/N was standing with the rest of the team. "God, she makes me so angry." She mumbled, looking straight at her, the two not breaking eye contact as she was led past them.

"So, she's a contract killer?" Simmons asked.

Garcia nodded. "Yeah, but she's much much more than that, too." JJ finished her thoughts. "She's a black widow. She preys on men she can seduce. thriving on psychological seduction."

"Oh, and she's obsessed with Spencer."

The team looked towards Y/N who was back near one of the desks now, staring down at the floor. But, the moment was cut short as she got up, walking toward the interrogation room.

"Why does this keep happening to them?" Garcia asks out loud, but nobody answers.

Y/N joined Emily on the other side of the wall, staring into the room. "Has she said anything?" Emily shook her head.

She watched as her boyfriend and Cat stared each other down before Cat stifled a laugh. "Classic negotiating technique. First one who speaks loses, right?"

"You arranged the kidnapping of two people and you did it the same way you did before."

Y/N looked down at her tablet, staring at the picture Penelope was sent, seeing if she could identify anything. The words Cat and Spencer spoke to each other became white noise to her.

"You haven't done me?"

Spencer's voice snapped her out of her thoughts as she looked up once again. "You sexually violated me in Mexico." Cat looked up at him. "I did? You sure?" She crossed her arms over her chest. "Are we really going to argue over semantics here? I mean, we really don't have time."

"For what?"

Cat smiled evilly at him. "I would like to go, on a date, with you." Spencer raised his eyebrows. "A date?" She nods. "Mhm." She holds her head high.

"No way in hell, Emily. No. He's not doing it."

Y/N looks toward Emily who just looked back at her. "What choice do we have?"

Y/N knew Emily was right so an hour later, she stood with the rest of the team, watching Cat and Spencer walk arm in arm together to the elevator. Cat looked right at her and smirked, causing Y/N to start playing with the sleeve of her shirt, something she did when she was nervous.

"Don't wait up."

She goes to step forward at Cat's next words, but Luke wrapped his arm around her midsection, pulling her back. "Let them go, it's alright."

Y/N shrugged herself from his grasp and walked towards the meeting room. "Do you think she'll be okay?" Garcia looked sadly at her friends. "I don't know, Garcia. That's where we need to come in. C'mon. We can't let Cat have the upper hand."

Y/N drove with Luke to the ice skating rink where Cat and Spencer planned to have their 'date'.

"Luke, can you hear me?" Spencer's voice calmed the girl slightly, and she sat back in her chair. "Loud and clear." Luke spoke, looking towards the two who were down on the floor level.

"Light it up."

The two sat for a while, waiting for something to catch them, or her, off guard. "Yes, I'm dating someone, but that doesn't mean.." Y/N looked towards the two after hearing this.

Where was he going with this?

Cat stood up and began to leave, but what Spencer said next couldn't have prepared neither of the women. "She's not you." Luke looked toward Y/N who just stared, quickly wiping a tear from her lashline. Y/N looked down, their voices just becoming distant to her, repeating the words Spencer spoke.

She's not you. She's not you. She's not you.

Cat demanded to see his apartment, so Y/N and Luke left before them, Y/N going inside and sitting on the sofa. "You sure about this, man?" Spencer nods. "Did you mean what you said?" Spencer nods at Cat's questions.

"Prove it then, and make it good."

Spencer cupped Cat's face into his hands, kissing her passionately. Y/N stood looking towards the door as it swung open, revealing the two.

She's not you. She's not you.

Emily ran up to Luke who looked at her. "This isn't good.." He mumbled, filling her in on what happened. Y/N stood, staring at Spencer, quickly wiping a tear.

"She's cute."

Her eyes didn't leave Spencer's as Cat talked. "Did it make you mad I was kissing your boyfriend?" Cat looked at Y/N with a smile. "No." Y/N said, looking at her. "Why not?"

"Well, I kind of have other things in my head at the moment."

Cat looked between the two. "Like what?" Y/N crossed her arms. "Are you going to hurt them?" Cat shook her head. "Not if I have to, no. Honestly, if she listens, she might learn something from this."

"You know, you could do so much better."

Spencer finally broke his eye contact with Y/N and looked at Cat. Because, girlfriend, you need to know the truth about your boyfriend."

Cat looked between the couple and smirked. "I mean, did our kiss look like a lie?" Y/N's eyes found the floor once again, the kiss still burning in her mind. "N-no." She choked out.

After twenty minutes, Cat decided to give them what they wanted, and the case was over. It was revealed that all she wanted to do was see Spencer again before being sent on the death penalty.

Y/N walked out of the apartment, slamming the door and riding back to the office with Luke. "I'm sure he didn't mean it. Reid loves you."

She stared out of the window, wiping a tear. "You didn't see it, Luke. The look he gave her." Y/N looked down at her neck, subconsciously playing with the necklace Spencer had gifted her for their fifth anniversary together.

"Y/N."

Spencer tried calling out to her, but she ignored him, walking to her desk. "Sweetheart, please." Y/N finally met his eyes. "I know, Spencer. I'm not Cat. You made that very clear today."

Hearing Y/N repeat those words to him felt like a stab in the chest.

Spencer took her hands in his, thankful that she actually let him touch her. "I only said that because I needed Cat to give up information. You know I love you, don't you?" Y/N nodded, but Spencer could've missed it from how small of a nod it was.

"Please don't be upset with me."

Y/N met his eyes. "I can't help it, I just... I can't stop hearing your words.. She's not you. She's not you. Just stuck in my brain." He nodded and kissed her forehead. "I love you, Spence. Just don't want to lose you..

"I'm so sorry, darling. I'll never do anything to hurt you ever again. I love you more than there are stars in the sky."

She nodded, wrapping her arms around him, burying her head into the crook of his neck, and breathing in his scent. "Let's go home, baby." Spencer led the two of them out to his car and drove them back to his apartment. Once they walked in, the two discarded their shoes by the front door.

"Now, how about that shower?"

r is typing...

this was requested by anon, and i hope you enjoyed! i followed the script for the most part, having to skip over big amounts since max isn't involved, i had to figure out how to change it, and a lot mentioned her personally.

don't forget to like, reblog, and keep requesting!

r is signing off...

#spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid one shot #spencer reid #spencer reid angst #criminal minds #rhyanwritesstuff #requests open #reqs open

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karume-selfshipper · 1 year

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F/O List

I don't have set anniversaries for everyone... yet. I've never kept up with these before. But I do know roughly how long I've been with each one, I love them so much that I forget things easily...

Giant Teddy Bear: Over 6' and usually sweetheart underneath

Klaus von Reinherz (Blood Blockade Battlefront/ Kekkai Sensen) [June 3]

Broly (Dragon Ball Z)

Fatgum/ Taishiro Toyomistu (My Hero Academia)

All Might/ Toshinori Yagi (My Hero Academia) [May 18]

Ganondorf (Legend of Zelda)

Hulk (Marvel)

Gometetsu (Naruto)

Rappa (My Hero Academia)

Jasper (Steven Universe)

Hazel (RWBY)

Raditz (Dragon Ball Z)

Bowser (Mario)

Juugo (Naruto)

Android 16 (Dragon Ball Z)

Adaman (Pokemon Legends Arceus)

Hildwin (AFK Arena) [May 5]

Sckrunkly Type A: They need a hug, a hot meal, and nap (both look like it and act like it)

Levi Akerman (Attack on Titan/ Shingeki no Kyojin)

Qrow Branwen (RWBY)

Madara Uchiha (Naruto)

Gaara (Naruto)

Eraserhead/ Shota Aizawa (My Hero Academia)

Larry (Pokemon Scarlet/Violet)

Wolverine (X-Men)

Batman/ Bruce Wayne (DC)

L/ Lawliet (Death Note)

Sckrunkly Type B: They only look like they need TLC

Piers (Pokemon Sword/Shield)

Kankuro (Naruto)

Tomura Shigaraki (My Hero Academia)

Gajeel Redfox (Fairy Tail)

Brassius (Pokemon Scarlet/Violet)

Sckrunkly Type C: They act like they need TLC (AKA Hypocritical Gremlins)

Kakashi Hatake (Naruto) [Apr. 27]

Piccolo (Dragon Ball Z)

Steven Starphase (Blood Blockade Battlefront/ Kekkai Sensen) [Dec. 10]

Neji Hyuuga (Naruto)

Saitama (One Punch Man)

Vegeta (Dragon Ball Z)

Sir Nighteye/ Mirai Sasaki (My Hero Academia)

Seto Kaiba (Yu-Gi-Oh)

Tyrian Callows (RWBY)

James Ironwood (RWBY)

Reigan Arataka (Mob Psycho 100)

Jet (Cowboy Bebop)

Bardock (Dragon Ball Z)

Nebulous Space: I just think they're neat!

Kisame Hoshigaki (Naruto)

Leonardo Watch (Blood Blockade Battlefront/ Kekkai Sensen) [June 5]

Zed O'Brien (Blood Blockade Battlefront/ Kekkai Sensen)

Steg (Steven Universe)

Lady Urbosa (Legend of Zelda)

Balalaika/ Sofiya Palovna (Black Lagoon)

Bayonetta/ Cerasa (Bayonetta)

Itachi Uchiha (Naruto)

Genos (One Punch Man)

Claude Faustus (Black Butler)

Beast/ Hank McCoy (X-Men)

Present Mic/ Hizashi Yamada (My Hero Academia)

Frieza (Dragon Ball Z)

Alucard (Hellsing)

Arthur Watts (RWBY)

Hidan (Naruto)

#f/o #my f/os #f/o post

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sunshineandaisies · 3 years

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Dirty Paws & Wet Kisses

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Modern AU)

Words: ~3.7k

Warnings: language, floofs and fluff

Note: if you ever read anything written by me that includes dogs, their names will always be kinda extra or related to historical figures (i.e. my dog is actually named Theodore Roosevelt) and I will try my best to make their names increasingly extra with every fic that involves dogs

You’d argue that your four year old sheperd mix was the most well behaved dog in all of New York until your dying breath.

Most days.

During your weekly trips to the park on Sunday afternoons, she would sit at your feet, lounging in the sun as she watched joggers go by and playfully saying hello to anyone - be they human or dog - that stopped by to pet the pretty pup while you read whatever book you’d picked up from the bookstore earlier that week.

Sure, there were a few times that she would whine and stare down any squirrel that strayed too close to her, but she never left your side.

Maybe that’s why you had grown so complacent, why you’d stopped looping her leash around the bench to secure her to your side and simply kept the leash within your reach beside you on the seat of the bench.

And it was because of that complacency that you were sprinting across the park, chasing your naughty dog and drawing judgemental stares from other park-goers.

“Hazel!” you called after her. “Hazel, I swear to god I’m taking all your toys away when we get home!” Right after you took a nice long bath to soothe your aching muscles. When was the last time you’d run this much?

You lost sight of her when she disappeared around a hedge, and the internal panic that set in was almost worse than the time that you accidentally emailed your creative writing professor the Harry Potter fanfiction you’d written instead of your final paper. (You still got an A on the assignment, but that’s besides the point).

You see her as soon as you round the corner, happily licking at a stranger’s face as she sat between his legs, and-

Holy shit, your dog led you to the most attractive man you’ve ever seen.

The stranger took note of you before you had a chance to say anything, and he raised his brow at you while angling his face away from Hazel’s kisses. “Does this belong to you?” he asked, pinching the tags on Hazel’s collar between his thumb and two fingers. “Hazelnut Mocha.” He snorted. “Is that your dog’s name or your Starbucks order?”

You weren’t sure if it was the amused smile that curled his lips or the quirk of his brow, but his teasing made you feel personally attacked. You crossed your arms across your chest. “Maybe it’s both.”

He shrugged, scratching the spot behind Hazel’s ear. “I suppose that’s one way to never forget your dog’s name or your coffee order.”

You hummed noncommittally before approaching and tugging Hazel away from the handsome stranger. It took considerably more effort than you had thought it would. “I’m really sorry about her,” you apologized. “She’s never like this. I don’t really know what happened.”

He brushed your apology off with a smile. “Don’t worry about it. If a cute girl wants to give me kisses, I certainly won’t complain.” He winked at you, and you wanted to just melt on the spot.

“Well, uh, I should, um-” You cleared your throat, stepping away and dragging a disappointed Hazel along with you. “Again, I’m really sorry. Even if you didn’t mind.”

You turned and hurried away before his smile made your mind any more frazzled.

Two weeks passed before you decided to show your face at the park again, and this time, you were sure to secure Hazel’s leash to your bench, ensuring that there would be no chases across the park and embarrassing encounters with handsome strangers.

The pup resigned herself to her fate and laid at your feet in the grass, her tongue lolling out of her mouth and her golden eyes shining in the sunlight. She greeted the other dogs that passed, and you thought nothing of it until you heard someone call her name.

Well, shit. You knew that voice. That voice had haunted your dreams for three nights straight after the incident two weeks ago.

“How have you been, pretty girl?” he asked, and you hesitantly lifted your gaze from your book to see him knelt in front of you, patting Hazel’s head as she yipped happily and dragged her tongue over his face in sloppy kisses.

Despite your proclivity to stare at handsome men that showered your dog with attention, your eyes were dragged away from the pair when a wet nose nudged your leg. “Well hello there,” you greeted the brown and white dog that sought your attention. You quickly marked your page and returned your book to your bag before petting your newest furry companion. “What’s your name, handsome?”

“Bucky,” the stranger answered.

You glanced up at him briefly before turning your attention back to the brown and white dog. “Aren’t you a handsome boy, Bucky. Yes, you’re so handsome,” you cooed. The stranger chuckled, and you glanced up expecting to see Hazel mauling him with more sloppy kisses, but instead, he was staring at you, amusement dancing in his blue eyes. “What?”

“I’m Bucky,” he clarified before nodding towards the dog. “That’s Dodger.”

“And you just assumed that I was talking about you when I called him handsome?”

And in complete contrast to how he had acted in your previous interaction, he actually looked embarrassed, nervously scratching the back of his neck while fending off even more kisses from Hazel. “I seem like a complete asshole, don’t I?” he asked sheepishly.

You laughed. “Well, I mean… Don’t let this go to your head or anything, but I suppose you are kind of handsome, too. You know, in a handsome stranger kind of way.” You felt your cheeks flood with warmth, and you averted your gaze, hoping he didn’t see just how flustered you were after your admission. You tried to breeze past it altogether by giving all of your attention to Dodger once again, petting him and praising him for being such a sweet boy.

After a moment of you and Bucky speaking only to each other’s dogs, you cleared your throat and commented, “I didn’t realize you had a dog. Was he at the park with you the day that Hazel practically assaulted you?”

“He’s not my dog.”

You blinked. “Oh. Is he your girlfriend’s dog?”

And just like that, all hints of embarrassment disappeared from his face. He quirked a brow and smirked at you. “My girlfriend?”

“Or boyfriend,” you added hastily.

He snorted and shook his head. “It depends on who you ask.”

You cocked your head to the side, and the action conjured up an image of Hazel doing the same whenever you would try to hold an actual conversation with her. “Uh, what?”

His gaze flitted to the ground as he smiled an amused little smile that had you biting your lip and shamelessly staring at the man. “It’s a bit of a joke among my friends,” he began. “Dodger is my buddy Steve’s dog. Some of our friends like to make it seem like we’re dating, but we definitely aren’t. We just know each other way too well.” His smile widened when he looked back up at you. “So to answer the question that you indirectly asked-”

You furrowed your brows in confusion. “What?”

“-I’m single, sweetheart.”

You gaped at him, trying to form an appropriate response. This man was frustrating - frustratingly handsome, frustratingly smug, frustratingly able to read you like a goddamn open book. How dare he correctly assume you were trying to figure out if he was single or not?

The sound of a phone ringing interrupted your thought process, and Bucky gave you an apologetic look after glancing down at his phone. “I gotta take this,” he told you. You heard him greet the other person on the other end of the call before calling for Dodger. As he turned to go, he paused for a moment, pressed the phone against the front of his shirt to muffle the receiver, and called over his shoulder. “See you around, Hazel and Hazel’s mom.”

Right. You never gave him your name.

You were cursing yourself for nearly a month for not getting his phone number before he disappeared, and you’d be lying if you didn’t admit that you had a smidge of hope that you’d run into him at the park again... But alas, no luck.

You were starting to think that you’d never see your handsome park stranger - although, he wasn’t really a stranger anymore, was he? - but exactly 37 days after your last encounter with Bucky (aka handsome park stranger), Hazel brought you back together in the most heart attack inducing way she could manage.

You’d been sitting on the patio of your favorite little cafe, catching up with Carol and Val over coffee and fluffy pastries, and Hazel had been behaving herself aside from the occasionally whining and begging when any of you would touch your food.

She was behaving until she wasn’t.

You still don’t really know what set her off, but one moment she was sitting prettily and staring up at you with her golden eyes and the next she was breaking free from her leash and sprinting down the street and out of your sight.

You posted on social media asking everyone to be on the lookout for your Hazel and called your friends to help you search for her. You spent hours walking up and down the city streets and through the park that you frequented with Hazel. You called all of the shelters and animal control to see if anyone had brought Hazel to them instead of calling you. You talked to anyone and everyone that you passed on the street, asking if they’d seen your girl.

You tried so much to get your girl back, but nothing panned out.

You were in tears and your feet were sore from walking all over the goddamn city by the time you and the others returned to your apartment, resigned to wait for someone to contact you. Just as you were about to say goodnight to everyone and turn in for the night (read: cry yourself to sleep), your phone rang, and an unfamiliar number flashed across the screen. You shushed your friends and answered the phone.

Please be someone who found Hazel. Please be someone who found Hazel. Please be someone who found Hazel.

“Hey, sweetheart.” Your heart leapt into your throat at the sound of his voice, and for a moment you forgot that you had just been on the verge of a panic attack. “Take a deep breath for me, okay. I can practically feel you panicking through the phone. I have Hazel. She’s okay.”

“Thank you,” you breathed, nodding at your friends in response to their questioning looks. “Thank you so much, Bucky. Is she okay? Where did you find her? Should I meet you somewhere?”

He chuckled. “She’s fine. A little dirty, but she’s fine. As for where I found here...Well, I think your dog has a little crush on me, sweetheart.”

You grabbed your jacket from the coat rack and slipped it on before grabbing your keys. “What does that mean?”

“I came home and found her wandering around the courtyard at my apartment.” He sounded far too amused with the situation, and you definitely weren’t feeling up to dealing with his smug attitude. “She certainly made herself at home here. I may need to fight for shared custody after this.”

You rolled your eyes. “Just tell me where I should meet you.”

“I’ll send you my address.”

And just as he had told you, as soon as you ended the call, he shared his location with you. You swiftly assured Carol and Val that Hazel was okay, and you asked them to lock up when they left before beginning your walk to Bucky’s apartment.

Ten minutes later, you were sat on the floor of his living room, holding Hazel close to you and alternating between scolding her and telling her how much you love her as you tried to hold your tears at bay. Bucky sat on the couch, arms rested on his knees as he watched the teary-eyed reunion with a small smile curling his lips.

“You know, sweetheart,” he spoke up, drawing your attention away from Hazel, and you finally noticed the muddy paw prints on the front of his white tee. “I’m not much of a dog-person but-”

You gasped, covering Hazel’s floppy ears. “How dare you say such nonsense in front of Hazel!” You pressed a kiss between her eyes, whispering, “It’s okay, girl. Bucky didn’t mean it.”

“I did,” he countered, chuckling when you glared at him. “I’m more of a cat-person, but I suppose I can make an exception for Hazel. After all, she seems pretty attached to me. Not that I can blame her.”

You snorted and rolled your eyes. “She has awful taste in men,” you teased.

“I don’t know,” he argued. “People say that dogs are impeccable judges of character.”

You stood, dusting your jeans off and turned to face Bucky. “Thank you,” you told him, the sincerity clear in your voice. “I don’t know what I would have done if I couldn’t find her. I- I seriously owe you. Whatever you want, just name it.”

His blue eyes twinkled with mischief, and you immediately regretted your offer. “What about shared custody of Hazel?”

“Whatever you want that’s not that, just name it,” you amended.

“What about a date?” he asked instead.

Your eyes widened in surprise and you gaped like a fish, mouth opening and closing, opening and closing, over and over again as you tried to form a response. You certainly hadn’t been expecting that. He watched you with curious eyes, waiting patiently for your answer. Finally, the gears in your brain began to turn again and you answered, “As flattered as I am, I’m not really looking to date right now.”

Disappointment flashed across his features, but he smiled and all trace of disappointment was gone in an instant. “Don’t worry about it, sweetheart. You don’t owe me anything for being a decent person and making sure Hazel got back to you.”

You smiled softly at him, your fingers carding through Hazel’s fur. “Thank you, Bucky. Really.”

“You’re welcome, sweetheart.”

After that night - and after you and Bucky officially had each other’s numbers - you and he would text throughout the week, and you often sent him pictures of Hazel being increasingly goofy as the days wore on. You’d even invited him to the park one Sunday to see Hazel again, but he’d quickly turned you down, asking for a rain check.

He had a date, after all.

So instead, you took Hazel to the park and sent him pictures of the pretty pup lounging in the sunshine, greeting other dogs that passed by, and even licking the camera lens on your phone when she finally noticed you holding your phone out towards her to get the perfect angle. A smile never failed to appear on your face every time he sent a heart eyes meme in response.

Despite the near constant texting, you didn’t see Bucky again for over three weeks, and you’d only seen him because you had run into his friend Steve at the dog park.

It took a moment for you to realize that the brown and white dog that Hazel had instantly greeted once she’d been released from her leash was Dodger, but as soon as the realization sunk in, you looked around for Bucky.

There weren’t many people present, but you couldn’t find Bucky among the dog parents that lingered around the edges of the dog park.

You crouched down to greet Dodger, scratching him behind the ears and happily accepting his greeting kisses. “Hello, handsome. Is your uncle Bucky here?”

“Y/N?”

You turned your head in the direction of the voice, and you furrowed your brows when you saw a tall blond man that you didn’t recognize. Holy shit, was Hazel a handsome stranger magnet? “Do I know you?” you asked, doing your absolute best to keep your voice steady.

“Right, sorry,” he laughed. “I’m Steve. Bucky’s mentioned you a few times.”

You put two and two together quickly. “You’re Dodger’s dad!”

You spent the better part of the next hour chatting with Steve as Dodger and Hazel chased one another around the enclosed area, and you sent a picture of you and Steve to Bucky, happily claiming that Steve was telling you all of Bucky’s most embarrassing stories. (Bucky had sent a text to Steve within seconds of reading your text, but Steve refused to tell you what Bucky had said all while laughing so hard he nearly cried).

By the time Hazel and Dodger were laying at yours and Steve’s feet, panting and entirely worn out from an afternoon of playing, you were ready to say your goodbyes, but Steve quickly caught your attention before you could go.

“I’m meeting Bucky and a few other friends at the bar in about an hour. Would you be interested in getting a drink?” he asked, smiling so widely at you that you just couldn’t say no.

And that was how, after dropping Hazel off at home and making sure she was fed and had a full bowl of water, you found yourself at a sports bar, slinking through the Friday night crowd towards a table in the back.

You spotted Bucky immediately, and you smiled widely when his eyes widened and he choked on his beer before promptly standing to greet you. “What are you doing here, sweetheart?”

“Sweetheart?” you heard one of the men you didn’t recognize ask the others.

“Y/N,” Steve explained, and as if that was all they needed to know, the other two nodded. Steve smiled up at you, greeting, “Glad you found the place okay.”

Bucky quickly ushered you into the booth, sticking you between him and the only other woman present. As he introduced you to the others - Clint, Sam, and Nat - his arm snaked around your shoulders casually.

“So you’re the famous Y/N,” Sam asked, a teasing smile on his face as his gaze flitted from you to Bucky, and Bucky groaned in response.

You chuckled. “I wouldn’t necessarily say ‘famous’.”

“Oh, trust me,” Sam said, “as much as this guy talks about you, I’d say you’re pretty damn famous in our circle.”

You glanced at Bucky, biting your lip in a futile attempt to hide your amused smile. “Is that right?”

He huffed. “Hazel’s the real famous one, sweetheart.”

“Liar,” Nat accused. She turned to you, one perfectly shaped brow raising. “For weeks, it was Hazel’s mom this and Hazel’s mom that, and after that it was Y/N sent me this picture and Y/N told me this joke. I feel like I already know you, and I just met you.”

“So how’s Hazel?” Bucky asked in a clear attempt to change the topic. “Did she have a fun day with Dodger?”

You spent your evening getting to know Bucky’s friends better, sharing stories about Hazel, and listening intently anytime one of them told you a story about Bucky that had your sides aching from laughter. At the end of the evening, you had four new contacts in your phone and plans to meet up with Nat for lunch the following week.

“Need me to walk you home, sweetheart?” Bucky asked when you walked out together, but you shook your head.

“Nah.” You held up your phone, showing him the screen. “I got an Uber.”

He shoved his hands in his pockets, nodding. “Okay. Text me when you get home?”

“Of course.” A red Toyota Camry pulled up to the curb, and after confirming it was the car that was supposed to pick you up, you stepped towards it. Ever the gentleman, Bucky opened the door for you, and you slid into the backseat. “Good night, Bucky.”

It was while you laid in bed that night, unable to sleep while Hazel snored beside you, that you realized that the handsome park stranger - the one that was more of a cat-person but would make an exception for Hazel; the one that was dating Steve depending on who you asked; the one that was constantly talking about you to his friends so much that they felt like they already knew you - had wormed his way into your heart.

Did that make Hazel your wing-woman? She certainly did have a proclivity for bringing you and Bucky together, even in indirect ways.

He was on your mind all night and throughout the following day, and by the time your customary trip to the park rolled around on Sunday afternoon, you were buzzing with anticipation. Would he be there again? Would Hazel inexplicably get loose from her leash and lead you straight to the man that had you feeling like a teenager with a crush again?

As romantic as it might have been, you didn’t want to leave those answers up to fate. Instead, you sent him a text not long after you woke up, letting him know where he could find you if he wanted to see Hazel that afternoon.

Unsurprisingly, it was Hazel that saw Bucky first that afternoon when he arrived at the park, and unsurprisingly, she tore her leash from your grip and sprinted towards him, nearly tackling him as he crouched closer to the ground to greet her.

Surprisingly, you were actually jealous of your dog as you watched her give him sloppy, wet kisses.

“What’s that look for, sweetheart?” Bucky asked, angling his face away from Hazel. “Everything okay?”

“Quick question,” you told him. “Is that date still on the table?”

He grinned at you with that smug grin that you had scoffed at the day you first met, that same smug grin that made your heart flutter in your chest and made your breath catch in your throat and made you want to press kisses to his face and-

“I was wondering when you’d take me up on the offer, sweetheart.”

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stephmariie · 3 years

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The Undead Rising.

Request: Y/N and your people go on a supply run, as Negan and his people show up to the same place. Negan had no other choice but to accept your offer being out run by your bigger community with larger equipment. As Negan and Y/N bump heads showing who has the biggest balls here and a badass attitude, Negan is more impressed by how brave and clever Y/N is.

Requested by: @purple-serenity

Pairing: Negan x Y/N

A/N: this is not a one shot.

Warnings: strong language

“This is the location, we haven’t been here yet and we need to check it out and see what we can find.” You point on the map showing the crew in your office.

“And if we don’t find anything?” David asked.

“Here is another location.” You point to a new spot on the map as you circled it with a red sharpie. “We haven’t been here yet. But we need to make sure the other place has what we need before we go to the next one.” You said

“Anyone have any questions?” You asked everyone in the room.

“When are we going?” Sarah asked quietly, she’s the shy one, as her face turns red she hated speaking in front of everyone.

“Good question, we could leave tonight. But I rather everyone sleep well tonight and we can go first thing in the morning. I’d like for my people well rested before we go on a big supply run.” You said.

You hated over working your people, you always do your best to make sure they’re well rested before a big event happens.

“Alright everyone let’s get some sleep since we have a big day tomorrow, I’d like everyone ready by 7:00 am tomorrow. Also before you leave here, Candace here has a list of everything we need for tomorrow. Run by her on things you need and be ready with it tomorrow morning. Goodnight everyone.” You said as folding up the map and putting all your paperwork together.

“Hey Y/N before you leave.” David said as he opened up the door and Sarah came back in with a cake and some lit candles.

Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to Y/N! Happy fucking birthday to you!!!! Everyone shouted

“Now make a wish as Sarah placed the cake down on the table in your office. You start to cry and couldn’t gather your words. “Guys..d-did you seriously do this for me? Wait how did y’all know it was my fucking birthday!” You said with tears and a smile.

“How could we forget your birthday we been marking it on the calendar everyday.” David said

“With everything you do for us, you’re one of the rarest leaders who just.. you know treat us well, you gave us a chance to rebuild a life again.. you bring us hope.” Sarah said

“And a hot as bitch!” Candace said as everyone in the room started to laugh.

You chuckled and made a wish and blew out your candles. “Your guys are the greatest get your asses over here!” As you held out your arms and everyone ran to tackle you.

Sarah cut the cake giving everyone a piece, you guys laughed and joked for a good thirty minutes before it was time for everyone to leave. Sarah was nice enough to clean up the office so you didn’t have to do it. You smiled looking around the room before turning the lights off and closing the door behind you to go too your house to sleep.

******

It was the next morning and you were gathering everything before you had to leave for the run. As you walk outside your crew was ready to go by the gate.

“Well shit look at all you sexy bitches, hot and READY! Me likely!” You said as you gave them all a sassy wink.

Everyone laughed, you always know how to start the morning by getting everyone to laugh. They always look forward to every trip with you. Makes things easier knowing your group loves hanging out with you.

“Well Goodmorning fuckers! Let’s get our asses on the motherfuckin road! Or are we just gonna stand around and be zombies all day?” You said with your arms spread out smiling walking backwards towards the gate.

“Zombies? sounds pretty nice if you ask me?”David said as you look at him with a smile

“Yeah yeah it would be nice, maybe after this trip we can relax and be zombies for a bit.” You chuckled knowing they will need a full day of rest after this trip. Specially you.

“Hey everyone you know I always do this but it’s a reminder. You all know the drill. We run our routes. Mark your log books. Clear any walkers you see. You run into anything, anything you can't handle, you come back here. Be smart about it. We work as a team okay? You said as everyone nodded.

*********

It’s been about 2 hours on the road as you guys finally rolled up to the place. It was an army base. You take out your radio. “Hey Sarah we have some walkers up ahead it seems like this place has some scattered around. Let’s stop here.” You said as you told David to stop the jeep. “You got it boss lady.” Sarah said over the radio.

You get out of the jeep as everyone else got out of their vehicle and walked over to you.

“You guys know the drill let’s clear the outside first before we go in.” You said as everyone nodded.

You started to ran and slammed your knife in the back of a walkers head, you’re always the first one to take action, it’s your favorite thing. Well taking action first that is not the killing part. You’re slamming all the walkers down there was a good amount here, this kind of thing always got your heart pumping of excitement.

You stabbed another walker through the head and you pulled the knife out and it broke.

“Oh you son of a bitch! Are you shittin me right now!” You said in an anger voice, wiping your sweat off your forehead with your arm as you were trying to pull another knife out of your side pants, a few walkers started to get real close to you, you were walking backwards and tripped over a dead walker landing on your back. You were using your elbows pulling yourself backwards to get away as you heard gunshots from a distance taking out the last few of the walkers around.

You seen a group standing with guns and a tall man with a barb wired bat around his shoulder. He wore black boots with dark gray pants, one glove on his right hand and a fucking leather jacket in 90 degree weather. How in the hell was he not sweating balls here. Is he fucking insane?

The tall man with the bat started to walk towards you along with his group behind him, as you helped yourself up and your group came up behind you with their guns. You put your hands on your hips.

“Hi pretty lady, I’m Negan.” He smiled As he held up both his arms out with Lucille in his right hand. “And we’re the saviors.” He did a slight point towards you.

“Hi.” You said crossing your arms. Lifting one eyebrow.

“Well damn excuse my goddamn French but I just saved your fucking ass and that’s all the response I get?” He said with a smile.

You rolled your eyes. “Sorry didn’t mean to offend you Mr… Negan right?” You said in a sassy tone that made him smirk a little.

“That’s right doll face, may I ask what you’re doing out here? At our base.” He asked leaning to the side moving his eye up and down at you, he was indeed checking you out.

“I could ask you the same thing Mr…. Negan.” Giving him a slight smirk. “In fact how could this be YOUR place when we just cleared the outside and none of your people are here guarding it. And… I don’t see your name on it.” You said giving him a tease with another smirk.

“You see this shit! this is what I’m talking about! Ahh this is the shit that just tickles me balls!” As he turned around looking at his men with his arms up. He turned side ways to look at you with a smirk. “You may not know me sweetheart, but you’re definitely gonna wish you haven’t.”

“Hmm, funny you say that because I feel you’re gonna regret crossing me pretty soon.” You snapping back.

“Yeah, we will see about that.” He whispered where you didn’t hear him.

“You see here, there’s this new world order and well dollface I hate to break it to you but you’re now apart of it. So let me break it down simple and easy for you. One..” as he held up his index finger, smirking away. “You work for me. We have the whole set up, beds, food you name it, I have the whole package sweetheart! So all you have to do is work for me. Or two.” He flipped up his middle finger too. “I kill you and your fucking people now! I take your shit, and be on my merry fucking way. Well I don’t like hurting women, so suggest you pick one. But men? Hell doll face I could bash their brains all fucking day! He sighs shaking his head as he grinned. “…..Women are just to fucking beautiful to kill.. so sweetheart. What’s it gonna be..?” Holding up his arms again with his bat in the air.

Your arms are still crossed and your smile that never left your face

“Neither.” You said with no hesitation.

“I’m sorry doll face I didn’t quite catch that.” He started to look angry.

“Mr. Negan let me be clear here, I’ll make it simple and easy.” As you leaned forward “just for you.” Still having a smile on your face with your arms crossed.

“Your rules are shit, and no I don’t do new world orders very well, you see here Mr. Negan. I will take your shit and be glad to shove it up your ass.” You let out a small laugh and you see Negan’s people gripping their guns about to point them to you and your people.

“Ohh sweetheart, you have no… idea who you’re talking to.” Negan now looks more angry.

“Oh I do doll face, and let’s be real here.” You sigh turning your head looking at the army base. “This is mine, and mine only.”

You couldn’t help but stare at his eyes, he had the most beautiful eyes you ever seen, hazel.. oh those hazel eye that could kill you.. when he smiled it just lit up his face along with his dimples. His smile curved so perfectly making his dimples pop out more. Making your heart race faster. His anger made you like him more. His attitude was turning you on.

“Well excuse me sweetheart.. I didn’t know this belong to you, there’s rules here in fact whatever is yours. Is now mine. Rather you it or not.” They He said with more intense voice

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his response. “I never nor will I ever agree to anyone’s rules in fact I dont follow other people’s rules very well.”

Behind you, you could hear more vehicles rolling up. If was more of your people. David must of gave a code over the radio signaling we need help. David is basically your right hand man. One of the most clever guys on your team. He goes with you everywhere.

You turn your head to see behind you and you seen more of your community there with you. In that moment you had more people protecting your crew. More people than Negan brought along. You had more weapons, bigger guns and even a few tankers.

Negan’s eyes had widen, in shocked to see the shit you had. It was more than what he even had at his sanctuary.

“Welcome to the rising undead.” Holding out your hands your elbows were still to you sides. You gave a smirk and shot a wink towards his way.

“Now there’s no rules here Mr. Negan.” You started to walk towards him placing your knife back down on the side of you pants. “But we can try and agree on something here if you are okay with that.” You stopped about 10 feet in front of him. You watch his eyebrow raise making you smile a little.

You seen Negan look passed you at your large group. You were proud of your people in the moment showing up the way they did, how David sent a signal out. You had a huge community that you loved. You took care of. They respected you. You keep them safe and they keep you safe at all cost. Mostly everyone called you mom even for laughs and giggles. But deep down you acted like a mother when they needed you to the most. They love you as much as you love them. And for that, in this moment you couldn’t help but smile hearing more vehicles roll up in front of you. Behind Negan’s group, vehicles driving through the field to your right, an open field. It was huge. You watched Negan’s face as you hear all the vehicle doors open and slam shut. Negan in that moment all he could do was agree, he was out run by your people.

He started to look around as he giggled. He was facing the field and slightly turned his head towards you with a smile, like he was proud of your ass. Probably shocked seeing a woman like you that ran an community the way you do.

“Shit doll face, I guess I no longer have a choice here do I?” He ask turning his body towards you still having a smile on his face.

You couldn’t help but smile at his response, his smile was making you weak. Fuck, you needed to slap yourself in the face to knock it off. And get your shit together.

“Sorry my love I don’t think you do.” You said crossing your arms over your chest.

“There’s another army base that’s untouched, I’m willing to give that to you if you let us have this one. But… there’s a catch.” You said

“And what is that doll face?” Negan asked.

“I’ll let you have it, you let us help you clear some bigger place out for you, since we indeed have the bigger guns here. So in return we get some supplies. You know like a payment.” You said

Negan gave you smile, he seemed like he was trying to figure out what to say. Lost in words. Realized how clever you were.

“So Mr. Negan, what’s it gonna be?”

He took a few seconds to reply. “Alright. So how can we find them?” He raised an eyebrow with a smile on his face.

You started to walk towards him teasingly, looking into his eyes with a mischievous smile. You stopped in front of him standing very close. Finally breaking the eye contact, you put your hand on his shoulder and tiptoed to whisper in his ear.

“I’ll see you soon, big boy.” You say before planting a small but lingering kiss on his cheek. You pull away and see his smile grew wider deepening his dimples.

“I am about fifty percent more into you now...just sayin'.” Negan said grinning from that kiss

“An I’m about zero percent into now.” You said smirking, you slowly move your hand down off his shoulder to you biceps, walking backwards letting him go staring at him like you want him so badly as he started to see that.

You reached in your back pocket and took out a map. You handed it to him, the location that was folded up, as you knew the location was already marked on the map. “It’s the location of the other army base.” You said.

You turn away swaying back to your team and gave them nod to go ahead to the army base. As you stopped in the middle of the road before you went to follow your team, you turn around to look behind you to see Negan one last time, he gave you a smile and turned around as you watched him leave.

You called Joel and Steve over to you. These two are the best you had when they needed someone to sneak around. As they never get caught doing what they do best. They been with you since day one and never left your side. And never hesitate when you ask them for help.

“I need you both to follow them, check out their community and see what they do. Please?”

They both nodded and walked away and left to follow them.

“Jesus Y/N you handle that pretty fucking well, I almost didn’t need to signal anyone out here.” David said, he let out a chuckle.

You giggled still having a smile on your face from Negan. “No no no… I’m really glad you signal out for help. That actually made us look bigger and tougher.” You placed you hand on his shoulder. “Thank you David, seriously I owe you one big time. I’m proud of you, as I always am.” You smiled as you both walked over by the fence to the army base.

You and your people cleared out the inside, there was a lot of walkers more than you imagined. But luckily No one got hurt. As everyone knew the drill to check the walkers for any items that we could use, in fact the walkers had armer, weapons, knifes and extra bullets. There was a lot of items we needed so everyone gathered the items placing them in bins to haul back to their vehicles. We placed everything by the door till we had everything we needed.

There was a storage room full of MREs packages of food that the military used for meals. There was a lot, about a month worth of food. This was big as you needed all the food you could get.

“Hey Y/N!” David called you over. As you walked over to him, you seen the next room full of vehicles.

“Holy shit David!” You yelled out.

There was a full garage of army vehicles. BAe caiman, General Dynamics Stryker, M1 Abrams. The list went on. “Fuck David we could use these!” You had a big smile on your face. You couldn’t believe everything you guys had found inside, more and bigger weapons.

David grabbed a group of people having them get the new batteries and fuel for the vehicles. Most of them worked. While another group took what they could off the bad vehicles.

Everyone gathered everything and loaded up the vehicles, you helped them out too, getting everyone to laugh by your jokes, a lot of them joked back. You always tried and make a trip fun even when everyone is tired and worn out. You knew it was going to be a long trip back as you left the MREs out and had everyone grab some food for dinner before going back on the road. We needed to eat, you could tell how they needed their energy. While you all finished eating you gathered everyone around

“I really wanted to thank every single one of you tonight, seriously. You guys did awesome. The ones that came with me today, and for those who came out when you were signal too. You guys even stayed to helped clear out the inside and helped loading our trucks up making this go by faster.” You see everyone with a smile on their faces. They were all happy to be there with you.

“I seriously couldn’t ask for a better community than this. Thank you everyone again. I dont know about you guys but I’m ready to go home and fucking sleep!!” You yelled out as everyone cheered getting in their vehicles. Before you and David got in your vehicle he wanted to talk with you.

“Hey um Joel radio me, they made it safe and haven’t gotten seen. they’re still out there and safe.” David said

You nodded as you both got in the vehicle to go home. It was a nice smooth way back as you all pulled all your vehicles in everyone was unloading their trucks. You seen Lacy one your guards on the wall. She’s one of your toughest women here, well every women here you think is tough, lacy loves to work out she’s a body builder. She could work out for hours when she doesn’t have to be on watch. Who also teaches karate here. You been trying to get her to come out with you on a supple run but she loves being the guard on watch. Which is is one of your best spotters.

“Hey lacy!” You yelled out waving your two fingers motioning her to come down.

Hey Y/N! I see you brought in some good shit this time!” She said while chuckling.

“Hey now I always get the good shit!” You chuckled back. “What can I do to get you off that wall to come out with us next time?” You smiled at her.

“Well you got me off the wall now.” Lacy chuckled. “But you know I rather stay here, I’m your best spotter and you keeping me off the wall isn’t gonna help you out you know.”

You nodded knowing she loves her job. “Maybe one day I’ll get you out.” You smiled as lacy shocked her head.

“We will see boss!” Lacy ran back up to the wall as you watched her. You really would like her out there soon. But you hated pushing people who didn’t want to do something they don’t like.

“Alright everyone let’s get some rest shall we!” You said while everyone start to head back to their homes. Everything was put away and it was quiet in your community. As you get home you sat on your porch and pulled out your cigarettes. Before you could light it.

“Hey now, I thought you quit that shit?” Sarah said with a tease.

She had the most beautiful red hair you’d ever seen, it was long and wavy that was down to almost her butt. She barely wore it down but when she did she was beautiful. She had these beautiful hazel green eyes with a tint of gray around the edges.

You chuckled “yeah I thought so too.” As you lit your cigarette handing her the pack as Sarah grabbed a cigarette and your litter and lit her cigarette.

“You were pretty awesome the way you handle Negan.” Sarah said

“Yeah, yeah I fucking was.” You both chuckled.

“Not gonna lie, Negan was… hot.” Sarah took a hit of her cigarette and held it in.

You chuckled at her comment. “I’ve seen hotter.” you actually thought he was hot as fuck but you didn’t want to say that out loud.

“Your sassy attitude today, I think you scared him.” Sarah laughed taking another hit of her cigarette.

You take hit of your cigarette as well. “I wouldn’t say me, but I think we all scared him.” You put out your cigarette and stretched out your arms and yawned.

“I think you all did awesome today. Without you guys I truly dont know how that situation would of went.” You leaned back in your chair crossing your arms.

“I think we did awesome too. Sucks we had to give that other location away. Not gonna lie. I was looking forward to that.” Sarah frowned

You sighed reaching out your hand as she placed her hand onto yours. “I wasn’t happy about it either but we were stuck in a situation and we don’t need a war. I rather keep you all safe than loose any of you over a building.” You seen a tear rolled down her face.

“Thanks Y/N you truly do know how to keep us safe.” Sarah got up from her chair and leaned in giving you a peck on the cheek. “Goodnight Y/N.” As Sarah walked away.

You watched Sarah go to her house across the street making sure she made it inside. Even though your community is supposed to be safe, it’s just something you always did and never will stop.

You get up to go inside and your radio goes off “Y/N you there?” You heard Joel whispering over the radio. “Yes Joel..” you said over the radio. “We’re safe, we got everything we needed here.” Joel said.

You sigh with relief “come on back, be safe if you run into anything. You find somewhere safe and radio me or Lacy.”

You placed the radio on your end table, switched into you pjs and hopped on your bed. Negan was running through your mind. That handsome ignorant man with his sense of humor turned you on. You rolled your eyes. “I can’t be thinking about this right now.” You mumbled to yourself and closed your eyes to sleep.

*******

It was a beautiful new day as everyone was eating their breakfast. You usually don’t eat breakfast but you always had to have coffee. That was one of your favorite things right when you wake up. You headed outside with your coffee as everyone was greeting you this morning. You smiled at everyone saying Goodmorning as you hear a knock at the front gate you turned your head fast.

Dun-dun-dun-DUN. “LITTLE PIG, LITTLE PIG, LET ME IN!” You recognized that voice as you head turned slightly.

“Oh you gotta be shittin me right now.” You mumbled to yourself.

You walked over to the gate and gave the guards a nod to open the door. You crossed your arms over your chest and had a slight smile on your face. As the door opens all the way and Negan had a smile on his face holding out his hands with his stupid bat out standing outside your community.

Everyone was trying to get up as you moved your hand behind you stopping them. You wanted them to finish eating as you could handle this situation by yourself.

“Well hello there pretty lady, you gonna let me in?” Negan said smiling putting Lucille over his shoulder.

You chuckled “now why would I go and do that? We can talk where we’re standing at.” You we’re about 20 feet away from him and the gate.

He had a huge grin on his face. “Okay what If don’t accept your offer.” As he took a few steps forward and the guards from the bottom and top of the fence pointed their guns at him.

He chuckled “you really gonna shoot me now?”

“I will if I have to.” You shot him with a smirk as you started to walk towards him. You were about 5 feet away from him.

“You know I thought we had a special moment yesterday.” He chuckled

“Ahh easy there Romeo.” You said teasingly.

“Oh where are my manners, hi Mr. Negan, now why in the hell are you here.?” As he took one more step towards you, you can hear the guns shift. He stopped himself with a smirk on his face. As you raised one eyebrow.

“I wanted to see you doll face! And your..” He started to look around in your community where he was standing. “Your Beautiful community!” You rolled your eyes at his comment.

“That’s it? Seriously?” You said in a disappointed ton.

“Oh I’m sorry sweetheart, were you wanting more? I mean shit we can go somewhere doll face if that’s what you want?” He teased.

You laughed at his response. Placing your hand on your eyebrow scratching it “okay seriously why are you here, Negan?” You acted frustrated.

“Well doll face we searched that army base you gave us and we found some good shit. But we also had found another few location and you said you’d help us out so here I am.” He smiled placing Lucille down at his side.

“You ready sweetheart?”

Great he’s ready to go when I haven’t even prepared my people yet. This will be a shit show.

“Whatever you say Romeo.” As you walked away.

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volleychumps · 4 years

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Hello beautiful do you by any chance know that tiktok trend when you call your partner by a different name?? Well can you have Tuskishima,Oikawa,kuroo, and if you do Astumu s/o doing that tiktok trend??I hope that helps have a beautiful day bye love!!!

Calling Them By A Different Name w/ Tsukishima, Oikawa, Kuroo, and Atsumu

Warning(s): suggestive themes/ kind of nsfw for these cocky bastards lmao- all characters are aged up!

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Tsukishima

- In all honesty you really believed that this blonde bastard wouldn’t react in the slightest to the tik tok prank you were about to pull on him

- blondie thinks he’s way too mature for tik tok (yeah one of those) and honestly wouldn’t suspect a thing-

- that is until you’re grinning at your phone a little too widely, feigning giggles and such as you swipe through your phone, when in reality you had the camera facing towards him

- when his curiosity finally peaks, he side eyes you and looks up from his assignment on his desk, at your figure laying on his bed

- “You’re creeping me the hell out.” lmfao what a dick-

- “Oh really? Sorry, Shouyou!”

- the pen in his hand stops gliding across the paper, stilling a little too quietly as you have to bite your lip to keep from laughing

- honestly has to take a good twenty seconds to process that you really just did him like that

- “Y/N.” “Eh? Yes, Tsukki?”

- “Don’t Tsukki me.” MSJDNJSKD

- in eight seconds flat his tall figure is hovering over you, hips pressing down against yours but still keeping his weight off of you as you meet his glare with an even grin, phone now laying forgotten by your side as Tsukishima’s hands find the spaces next to your head

- you were expecting a lot of things but nOT THE OUTCOME YOU WANTED SKNKJDS

- “So not only did you just call me that short annoying-ass cheeto puff’s name-” “uM rude, first of all-”

- presses his hips against yours a little more as his hazel orbs seem to darken, quieting you

- “You’re on a first name basis with Hinata? Should I step on him- just say the word and I’ll finally have a reason-”

- you feel warmth at the posessiveness in the blonde’s eyes and can’t help but lean up to peck the tip of his nose cutely

- “It was for a tik tok, love.”

- just stares at you for a minute before scoffing, satisfied with the noise that comes out of your mouth after he applies even more pressure to his hips

- “You wanted this situation, didn’t you?” “It worked, didn’t it?”

- rolls his eyes as his fingers begin to work at the buttons on your blouse

- “Just say you want attention next time, idiot.” “Alrighty Shouyou-”

Oikawa

- this pretty setter boy really just wanted to have a cute baking date with you and you pull this sHIT on him

- “Y/N-chan~ can you stir this while I go find some more baking soda?”

- awh omg don’t do this to him he just wants to eat milk bread

- “Sure thing Tobio!”

- deadass drops the wooden spoon he had been holding dramatically, jaw slackening at the name of the guy you know he despises

- “I-what? what did you just call me?” “Tooru, is everything alright?”

- pouts, as you smile sweetly into your batter as if nothing had happened before turning around to go the pantry again-

- “Don’t forget the yeast, Tobio my love!”

- lmao too far

- seems to ponder what you said for a moment before he’s suddenly in front of you, grabbing the bowl out of your hand gently before setting it down and putting a hand on the counter, trapping you in as you feel the counter dig into your back

- “What did you just call me?” His breath fans over your face as you have to stop yourself from kissing him right there because his voice dropped an octave was a stupid amount of sexy

- “Tooru?” “Don’t kid around like that, sweet girl.”

- oH SHIT we pullin out the bedroom names now???

- you bite back a giddy grin at the successful riling up of your boyfriend before your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer as he sets you up on the counter, standing between your thighs

- literally breathes a sigh of relief when you tell him it’s just a prank before his chocolate orbs eye you seriously and the position you’re in

- “I will take you on this counter.” “My phone’s recording-”

- “So if I do something lewd then you can’t post this?” “Tooru no-”

Kuroo

- you literally decide to pull this prank on him in the middle of a heated makeout session in the storage locker room in the middle of the training camp with all the teams just outside the door

- you really wanted to see how your cocky boyfriend would react even if it was a risky idea

- so as Kuroo pulls away from you to trail his lips down your neck heatedly, you take the opportunity to breathe out an airy-

- “God, Bokuto!”

- almost immediately tightens his hands on your hips, a growl rising in the captain’s throat as he pulls back to eye you angrily, one of his hands coming to cup your face a tad roughly

- “Kitten, I don’t know if I heard correctly, but that pretty voice of yours just said a name that wasn’t mine, no?”

- his gentle tone contrasted greatly with his actions as you find your cheeks flushed while Kuroo begins to posessively take your lips in an even more heated kiss- grabbing your wrists to pin them above your head as his other hand begins to slip under your shirt

- “Or do I need to remind you just who you belong to?”

- “K-Kuroo...” “Uh-Uh, Bokuto’s just out those doors, so I want you saying the real thing so he can hear it.”

- “Everyone will hear...” “So? You brought this on, didn’t you?”

- smirks against your skin with heat in his pupils as he feels you shiver against him as a hand slips down your body, grinning a cat-like grin when he finally touches where you want him to

- “Tetsurou!” “That’s more like it, kitten.”

- Needless to say, no tik tok got posted that night- hence the bite marks on your chest and bruises on your neck

Atsumu

- lmao you really did him dirty while he was driving, absent-mindedly scrolling through tik tok before deciding to carry out with this risky idea as your boyfriend keeps his attention on the road

- “What’s my pretty girl smiling so cutely for? I haven’t even done anything besides be unbearably attractive.” as he rests a hand on your thigh while driving, playful smile on the setter’s features as he contentedly drives

- “I just like being with you, Osamu. Is that strange?”

- I can’t he almost crashes the car-

- “Y/N.” his hand almost immediately leaves your thigh to join the single one on the steering wheel, and you feel a surge of giggles come on at the clench of your boyfriend’s jaw

- “Yes, Osamu?”

- scoffs, smile with no humor spreading across his face before his voice quiets down to barely above a whisper

- “Try again.” “What do you mean, Osamu-?”

- parks the car in the nearest parking lot, and you don’t have time to react before your boyfriend juts your face towards his, kissing you with a fervor unknown as you find yourself whining into his kiss, only pulling back when you’re gasping for air

- “One last try.” “A-Atsumu...”

- grins, but doesn’t reach his eyes before flicking his head in the direction of the backseat, leaning in to kiss you deeply once more possesively

- “Backseat. Now. You know better than to get me riled up, sweetheart.”

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get-your-fics · 3 years

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Rick seeing your old self harm scars for the first time when you guys are going to have sex. Something fluffy and smutty please!

thanks for the request, nonnie! hope you like it :)

warnings: smut, past self harm

word count: 591

Rick pushed you up against the door, slamming it closed. His lips were hot on yours, his hands impatiently tugging at your shirt. You separated for a brief moment so he could pull your shirt off before diving back in to devour your lips in a kiss. His hands ran up your arms, but he froze when his fingers brushed against the bumpy ridges on your wrists.

He pulled away, his brow furrowing with confusion. He took your arms in his and lifted them into the moonlight streaming in through your bedroom window. Faded, silvery lines criss-crossed the insides of your wrists, continuing in an intricate pattern all the way up your forearms.

You shied away from him, your shoulders hunching as your cheeks flushed with heat. "I forgot you've never really seen me without long sleeves," you murmured.

You moved to pull your arms away from him, but his grip remained firm, keeping you still. You watched his confused expression morph into something unreadable. You weren't sure what you expected to find there in his eyes: pity... disgust, maybe. But certainly not whatever this was.

His thumbs stroked the insides of your wrist, like he was trying to soothe the pain of the past. "How old?"

You offered him a sheepish smile, tilting your head. "A while ago."

He looked up at you, his hazel eyes shiny. "Why didn't you tell me?"

You shrugged. "It's embarrassing."

He lifted your wrists to his lips and placed gentle kisses over each and every scar. Suddenly, you squealed as he picked you up, carrying you over to the bed. He tossed you onto it, and you bounced on the mattress.

He climbed on top of you, caging you in. "You're so beautiful." He nipped at your neck before laving the bite with his tongue, marking you for everyone to see. "I'm going to kiss every inch of you."

He took his time, working his way down your chest and across your stomach. He stopped at your thighs, teasing you relentlessly as he sucked bruises into the sensitive skin. Your back arched against the bed, digging the back of your head into your pillow.

"Please, Rick," you begged, your voice breathy. "I can't take anymore."

He smirked up at you before finally swiping his tongue between your folds, licking a stripe up the length of your slit. That alone was enough to draw a wanton moan from you. He licked at your clit before sucking it into his mouth. You reached down and threaded your fingers through his hair. He groaned against you when you accidentally tugged on the strands a little too hard, sending vibrations through your folds.

The sight of him staring up at you from in between your legs was enough to make you come on its own, but when he plunged his fingers into your core, that only increased your pleasure. "Fuck, Rick." You squeezed your eyes shut, consumed with lust. "I'm gonna come for you."

He hummed against you, quickening his pace as he curled his fingers inside your tight channel. Your toes curled as the knot twisting in your gut suddenly came undone. Rick continued to lick at your clit as you came down from your high until you were left twitching from the overstimulation.

He sat up, his mouth coated in your slick. "Don't worry, sweetheart." He grabbed your legs, spreading them before grinding the bulge in his pants against your core. "I'll make you forget about it all, until all you can think of is me."

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prfctethereal · 3 years

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imagine. | james potter

thank u, next x marauders

alexa, play imagine by ariana grande

pairing: james potter x reader

summary: your boyfriend takes you on a day of wonder and comfort

word count: 3,006

warnings: non sexual nudity ig?? just a lot of fluff

a/n: thank you so much for 50 followers! all the support from you guys is crazy. i appreciate every single like, reblog, and comment. here’s a piece that i put my heart and soul into so i hope you all love it as much as i do. - kennedy

***

“Alright darling, now remember, no peeking, ‘mkay?”

With James’ hands covering my eyes, he guided me through the halls of the deserted castle. He spoke barely above a whisper, keeping his voice down so it didn’t echo throughout the corridors.

I was a bit surprised this morning to be woken up before the sun had risen. Even yet, no birds had started their usual choir. It was early, too early. Not even Remus would wake up this early, so it was odd this morning to be woken up by a cheery looking James.

Somehow, James had found the counter jinx that normally prohibited any boy to come up to the girl’s dormitories, which I hadn’t known until I felt the lulling voice of my boyfriend singing me awake at four in the morning, the pads of his fingers tenderly brushing stray hairs away from my restful face. Soft lips brushed down onto my glabella, humming a gentle tune.

“Good morning beautiful.”

I pressed some sort of agreeing sound past my lips and moved closer to James, wrapping my arm around his torso, nuzzling my head into his stomach. Laughter escaped his mouth, cupping my cheek with his hand, trying to pull me away from him, but I put up a fight, smacking his hand away.

“I want to show you something.”

Intrigued, I opened one of my eyes incredulously, letting it adjust to my sights. It was definitely early morning, with slits of moonlight still peering through the sheer curtains of the dormitories. Everyone else in the room was still sleeping peacefully, soft snores rhythmically keeping everyone asleep.

Staring right at me was the love of my life, my one and only, my boyfriend, James Fleamont Potter. In the moonlight, his bright hazel eyes dazzled, showing the flecks of his green and blue hues. His round glasses sat awkwardly on the bridge of his nose, making it too easy for me to take them in my hands and place them over my own eyes. It was a little blurry but I could see James’ pouting playfully.

“Why would you do that? Now I can’t see your beautiful face.” A bright rouge tinted my cheeks as he said that, an impulse to bury my embarrassment following suit. Taking back his glasses, I could clearly see a smile creeping on his lips making me ask the age old question:

What’s gotten him so happy?

“I want to show you something.” James repeated, putting his hand over mine, helping me into a sitting position so I could really see what was going on.

James looked like he had been awake for a while, essence of energy flickering in his eyes. He was fully dressed in clothes that looked to be sticky to his body. His glistening body.

“Jamie, are you sweating?” I asked, placing my hand to his forehead, concerned. I wasn’t sure if it was the heat or the heat of the moment, but his face was glowing pink, and I only just noticed now his racing heartbeat.

“I’ve been up all morning working on something.” He cheeked, placing another gentle kiss on my cupid’s bow. “Now get up, I want to show you something.”

Eventually, I gave in, swinging my legs around the side of my bed. Dazed, I reached from my dressing gown to drape over my nightdress, as I wasn’t sure how chilly it would be outside of the common room. As silently as I could, I followed my doting boyfriend from my bedroom and through the sleeping portrait of the Fat Lady, leading up to where we are now.

“Can I open my eyes now?” I pleaded, a whimper leaving my throat as James pulled us around another corner. I had already accidentally trodden on James’ toes one too many times and I was itching to know where we were.

“Keep your eyes shut for me, alright?” James whispered into my ear, a chill running down my spine as I nodded compliantly. The initial heat of James’ hands left me face and I felt empty, even more when I heard his feet shuffling away. Using my hearing, I tried to figure out what he was doing, as he walked away from me then back towards me.

Was he pacing?

My thoughts were answered when I heard what sounded like a block of cinder moving, the rustle of rock rubbing together snapping me into my senses. Then, I heard the creaking of a door opening and I realised where we were: The Room of Requirement.

To some, it was a myth, an urban legend, but I knew it was real, as the marauders had planned their fair shares of pranks in that room. I smiled, wondering what James had gotten up to last night and why he was dragging me here at a ridiculous hour in the morning.

“Okay, you can open your eyes now sweetheart.” Greedily, I opened my eyes and took in the astonishing surroundings. The room had turned into an eloquent bedroom, with a blush king size bed up against the wall. In the corner was a closed off area with a sheer curtain keeping it hidden. An aroma of fresh linen and warm vanilla filled the room as I stepped further in. A vinyl player was set near the middle of the room, playing some quiet music to set the mood. Up against the player was a bunch of couches and a table, which seemed to be holding a plethora of different fruits and pastries.

I bee-lined for the bed though, diving into the blankets and duvet, sinking into the mattress, sighing in content. James followed behind, peeling off his shoes and over layer of his clothes, stripping into a more comfortable option. Together, we pulled the blankets over the bed, ready to go back to sleep.

“I’ll be right here when you wake up, my love.” James hummed, pulling me close to his side so I could snuggle further into his torso. His heart beat soothed me, calming me down enough to pull me into a deep slumber in the arms of my one true love.

***

When I woke, James was already awake, playing with the ends of my hair, mesmerised. As he noticed I was waking, he kissed my forehead lovingly, tightening his grip around me, cuddling me more.

“Do you want breakfast?” He asked, his raspy morning voice sending a flush to my cheeks. I straightened up to him, placing a kiss directly to his lips.

“Of course, but I would also like to know what all this is for too.” I questioned, palming the edge of his shirt over in my hands, my fingers brushing over his bare stomach.

“We can talk over breakfast.” Taking my hand, he hoisted both of us out of the covers and guided me over to the couches, making sure I was sitting comfortably before going into an enchanted refrigerator to bring out some food. Even though refrigerators are typically cold places, two steaming plates of waffles and berries emerged from the fridge, with a smiling man carrying them over.

Hungrily, I took a plate from my boyfriend and started cutting into the sweet food, placing a piece into my mouth and chewing slowly, watching James from the corner of my eyes, who hadn’t stopped grinning since I had woken up.

“So,” I started, swallowing my mouthful, “what’s all this for?” James cocked an eyebrow but I continued dutifully. “I mean, it’s just a random Saturday morning and you surprised me with all this, and I’m-” I couldn’t even find the words to describe how I felt at the moment. The adoration I had for my boyfriend was too much.

“NEWT season is over and I know how much you’ve been stressing over these exams. I just wanted one weekend for you to distance yourself from the real world. I wanted to do something for you, because you mean so much to me, and I love you more than I can even imagine.”

“I can imagine a lot.” I giggled, placing a sour berry on my tongue.

“Oh?” James challenged, licking his lips, a million thoughts running through his head. “What else can you imagine?”

I thought about that for a while, taking another bite out of the crisp waffle on my plate, before speaking up again. “I can imagine us taking a bubble bath together, like what we did on our first date, do you remember?”

“How could I forget? There were bubbles everywhere! I could never imagine how messy it would turn out but, oh well.”

“We can imagine it now.” I smiled, a silence settling between us as we finished off our breakfast. Taking sneaky glances at James while eating, I saw the way his eyes were moving, like his brain was working overtime. It was beautiful. He was beautiful. I’m in love with that man.

After a while, when both the plates had been cleared, James cleared his throat, speaking once again. “We don’t have to imagine anymore. Follow me.”

My eyes lit up as I traipsed behind James to the corner of the room. He peeled back the curtain to reveal a full bathtub, warm soapy water coming off of it in swirling vapours. Hues of different liquids poured into the tub in thick streams, mixing together.

It was exactly like our first date, when James and I had broken into the prefect’s bathroom and bathed in all the different baths they had. The memories that it brought back welled tears up in my eyes, my hand wiping them away before he could notice.

“After you, m’lady.” A smile crept up my face as I slowly stripped the night dress off my body, criss crossing my arms up and over my head, pulling it off. Hesitantly, I unclasped my bra and pulled down my panties, before stepping into the bath, the warmth of the water calming my nerves in a second. As I turned back around, I noticed the bars James following me in, climbing into the tub and sitting down next to me. His arm wrapped around my waist pulling me into his side, my head dropping down to his shoulder.

“You really are the most beautiful girl in the world.” His words spoke deeply to me as his hand stroked up and down my side lovingly. I felt like a princess who had just found her prince.

“And you are the most dashing person I’ve ever met.” I cheeked back, taking a handful of bubbles from the water and blowing them into James’ face. Sensing a fight coming on, James pulled his glasses off the bridge of his nose and sat them down on the edge of the bath, getting his game face ready.

“Oh, you’re on.” Is all he said before taking his own fistfull of bubbles and dropping them over my head, trickles of water running down the side of my face. Grinning menacingly, I gripped onto his shoulders, pulling him closer to my body before diving under the water, pulling his in with me. The world seemed to slow down for a moment as we stared at each other in the tinted water, holding our breaths as we waited for the next person to make their move. We didn’t wait long though as James used his strength to flip me over so he was on top of me, pulled us out of the water and pinned me to the side of the bath.

“Okay, okay, you win.” I pouted, a giggle falling from my lips as James released me from his grasp.

“What’s my prize?” A cunning grin rose on his face as I contemplated what to do. I could pull him back under the water or let him meet another ball of bubbles.

“This.” I said, pulling him close towards me, kissing him slowly on his lips. What was meant to be a short and sweet kiss turned longer and sensual as James' arms pulled me closer by my waist and my arms shot up around his neck. The kiss quickly turned passionate as James tilted my head up just a little to make me gasp, his tongue using this as an invitation to slip into my mouth.

After a few more minutes of just being with each other, we pulled away, our lungs thanking us for returning air into our systems. We were left breathless, panting as James’ hands went up to my cheeks, his thumb gently caressing my cheekbone.

“I really enjoyed that prize.” He smirked, running his fingers through my tresses of hair. I playfully splashed him with the water in the tub, swinging my legs over his lap to snuggle back into his chest. His breathing matched mine as we sat like this for a quiet moment.

“You know I love you, right?” James croaked out, a slight amount of anxiety detected in his voice. The question surprised me for a moment, catching me off guard, but I soon composed myself, looking at James directly in his doe like eyes.

“Of course, I do, love.” I sighed, running my thumb over his plump lips before leaning upwards to place one more peck at the corner of his mouth. “And I love you too. More than anything.”

“More than anything?” James laughed, his fingers falling down to my waist to tickle me gently. “More than waffles?”

“More than anything. Definitely more than waffles.” I melted in his grasp, pulling his hands off my waist and into my own hands, tugging him upwards into a standing position. “Do you know what else I can imagine?”

“Oh? What else can you imagine?”

“I can imagine us dancing around right now.”

“Whatever you can imagine can come true. Anything for you.” And with that, James bent down, kissing my knuckles like a true gentleman.

Carefully, we stepped out of the bathtub together and I took a few towels from a table and gave one to James. He rubbed the towel gently over his chest before tying it down so it hung loosely off of his hips. I patted the towel against my hot skin, feeling a bit of relief from the cold material. Once I was sufficiently dry, I tied it just above my breasts, so the towel covered my torso and most of my thighs.

I followed James out of the secluded bath area and into the open room where I found his playing with the vinyl player. When a new song started playing, he took my hand in his and placed his other hand on my waist, waiting for me to take his shoulder. As I did, I felt James immediately spin me around and dip me softly, kissing my forehead. Blushing again, I let James take control a bit, spinning me around like we were at a ball. This time, I wasn’t stepping on his toes with every moment and it felt like magic. The world seemed to have slowed down for us and we were the only two left. Nothing mattered except the man holding me right now and trying to listen out for the music so I didn’t fall on my head.

“Do you know what this song is?” James asked, spinning me in his arms once more.

“I don’t actually.” I pondered for a moment then spoke again. “It’s very lovely. What is it called?”

“It’s called Euphemia.” My eyes widened slightly as I recognised that name as the name of James’ mother. “My dad wrote it for her for their first anniversary. Whenever my mum would have a bad day, my dad would always play it through the house. One time, I was supposed to be asleep but I could hear my mum crying in the room over. So, I got up and started playing the song. She immediately stopped crying. To this day, I don’t know what she was crying about, but I do know that this song brought her joy.”

I paused before speaking again, not wanting to ruin the moment. “It’s beautiful, James. I never knew your dad wrote music.”

“It was the only song he ever wrote. He told me that when I find someone that I love, I should play it for them. So I did.” My heart leaped when James said that, a few tears dripping down my cheeks in happiness, just for James to brush them away with his fingers. Then, without thinking, I spoke again.

“Imagine if we grow old together. We could be dancing in our own living room to this song.” I didn’t realise what I had said until I saw James’ eyes light up and the biggest smile ever crept up on his face. Without being able to even register what was happening, James got down on one knee and removed the Potter family ring from his finger.

“[Y/N] [L/N], I am here to make anything you can imagine come true. This ring has been in the Potter family for generations and it’s time I give it to you, for you are going to be the next Potter. You make me the happiest man ever and it’s time you know how much you mean to me. I know there’s a war going on outside of Hogwarts, but frankly, I don’t care. I want to be with you forever, through thick and thin, through high and low. If you will let me, I can be your everything. Once we get out of school, we can buy our own little cottage in the countryside like you always wanted. We can wake up next to each other each morning like you always wanted. My darling angel, will you marry me?”

It was perfect. My head was nodding frantically before I even had time to get the words out of my mouth. All I knew was the love of my life on his knee in front of me, ready to take the next step in our lives together.

“Yes, James Potter. I will marry you.”

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grogusmum · 2 years

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I don't do much but change my calendar on New Years. My personal New Year celebration is Samhain.

But I would never pass up an opportunity to join others in taking stock, giving thanks, and sending good wishes for the future.

In a little more than a month I will be looking at my first anniversary of starting my blog on Tumblr. I will be reflecting further then, I am sure.

Today I hit a follower milestone, it is modest but I am SO thankful for everyone who has clicked that button, for whatever reason you did. I hope that you enjoy what I create (despite not a single one as been beta read- sorry) and reblog, and that you feel welcome to interact with me. 💚

This has been a year of extreme upheaval for me, it has not been bad necessarily, just hard and caused a lot of growing pains. I've had to say goodbye to things and people I would not have chosen to see go.

These things are what sent me to look for a place just for me, where I could find a little comfort in reading Mandalorian fics while I waited for season 3.

Well I got sucked into the Pedro fandom and am not sorry!

I've read fantastic fics and important issues to contemplate and self evaluate, look at beautiful art, laughed at hilarious jokes.

And yes read some crazy hot smut! Y'all are nasty (affectionate).

Then there are my mutuals, first, know that if you followed me after I followed you, it felt like I was getting bestowed a high honor! Every time like-

Obviously we interact to varying degrees but I am so so grateful for any and all interaction. You all rock my socks, and don't you forget it!!!

Okay now, let's get to the folx I interact with a lot, those that have been so sweet and loving. You all know who you are. You do, I am talking about you!!

But I am going to shout out a small handful who hold very special places in Moments in Hazel's History on Tumblr @jessie-writes-things read my first fic and gave me the courage to hit post. You are a sweetheart!! 💚 @oloreaa helped boost my fics when I was just starting, even though they were not her thing. 💚 @literallydontlook made fanart of my fanfic... WHAT?! IM STILL CRYING ABOUT IT!

There is an important someone not here anymore, Miley 💚💜 (@mylovelycomandante-deactivated2) she is thus far is unreachable, I hope she is safe and sound... Miley read my first fic giving her signature generous and enthusiastic praise and immediately asked me to tag her on any and all of my fics. She read every single thing I wrote, looked at every edit and drawing and always with loving praise. She even acted as my personal IT support! She was a ball of sunshine on tumblr, and tumblr is a dimmer place without her. I hope our paths cross again somehow. She was part of the Yearning Sisters, which brings me to fellow founding members @writeforfandoms a menace and purveyor of shenanigans and tomfoolery (giving me a nickname and everything!) and @insomniamamma a spitfire and instigator of 3 a.m. yearning!

I love you all to pieces! 💚

And then of course, my kindred @oonajaeadira writer of my first comfort fic, my first friend here, and first to breach the wall to meet IRL! I love you! Here's to a new year chocked full of more firsts! 💚 💛

Love, Hazel(nut) 💚 aka grogus mum

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darklove9314-blog · 3 years

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Come Fly with Me: A Nessian Fanfiction. (NSFW)

Author’s note: Hey guys!! It’s day six of Nessian month and today’s prompt is wingplay 😏 I hope everyone enjoys it :) @illyrianet

Ever since Nesta had met Cassian, she had always loved his wings. Every part of Cassian was beautiful to Nesta, but his wings had been a temptation of a different sort.

She had always longed to touch them, to stroke them when he was buried inside of her, but he had not showed her how to do so yet. She however was eager to learn, she just had to find a way to approach the subject with Cassian. If he said no then that would be that, but if he said yes...

Nesta took a deep breath, gathering her courage, and made her way to Cassian’s room placing a soft knock upon it as Cassian’s voice answered with a “Come in.”

Nesta twisted the knob, walking into Cassian’s room, shutting the door behind her. Cassian sat at his desk, papers splayed out around it as Nesta smirked slightly remembering their time on that desk. Based off the look in Cassian’s gaze she assumed his mind went there also.

“Hello Nesta. Is there anything I can do for you?” He asked rising from his chair and crossing the floor until the distance between them was non existent. Knowing that he could scent her desire as much as she could scent his.

“I’m glad that you asked, because- I’ve been curious about something.“ She breathed as Cassian’s hand went to the strap of the bodice she wore loosening it slightly as her breath quickened, exposing her breast to him little by little.

“What are you curious about, Sweetheart?” He asked as her breast finally freed from the bodice, Cassian moving one of his hands to them and firmly squeezing it, circling his thumb around her nipple in an attempt to distract her.

“You told me once before that you would teach me wingplay..” She started, “I was wondering if that offer was still on the table.”

His gaze lowered, putting both hands on her face as he pressed a kiss to her lips. it was a sweet gentle kiss, not one that she expected but she felt that there was more to it.

“It’s always on the table for you sweetheart, but are you sure you’re ready for it?” He asked as he pressed her firmly against the wall kissing a trail down to her neck. ”Our wings are sensitive. As sensitive as this.” He told her pressing a kiss to the erogenous spot upon her neck making her bare her throat to him as he barely scraped his teeth against it making her gasp.

”Now imagine that for me. Imagine what would happen if I kept hitting all the spots upon your body that I know drive you wild for me.” He told her, plunging his hands in her hair and colliding his mouth with hers plunging his tongue in deep. Her breaths turning into heavy pants as he kneaded her breast.

He lifted her up wrapping her legs around him as he continued to kiss every part of her body he could, his mouth going to her breast, sucking on it until her nipples hardened in his mouth while he made his way to the bed that they sometimes shared.

He laid her down upon it, hands going to her skirts, pulling them down and exposing her body to him. His hungry gaze resting on her.

“Let’s make this fun for the both of us.“ He rasped sliding in between her legs pulling them apart, his hands doing the same with her folds. already slick and ready for him.

“How so?” She breathed as he sucked in both her breast placing a trail of feather light kisses down her stomach before he pressed one to her inner thigh,

“Cassian-“

“I want to taste you while you‘re handling my wings Nesta. I want us both to come. It’s not fair if only one of us does so.“

“What if we made a compromis?” Nesta said. His eyebrows rose.

“I’m listening.”

“I pleasure you first and when you feel like your control is loosening, then you can fuck me as hard as you want. however you want.” she leaned up pressing a kiss to his ear before she finished with “Wherever you want.”

His eyes ignited with desire, his hazel brown eyes studying her with that undying lust that always seemed to lay in his gaze.

“I like the sound of that.“ He stated flipping them over so she straddled him. feeling his need for her underneath her. “By all means Nes, make me lose control.”

“Sit by the edge of the bed.” She instructed as she got off him. He did as he was told, as she got up sliding down to her knees before him feeling his hardness underneath her hand as she undid the stays of his leathers, reaching in a pulling his erection free. Her mouth watering at the sight of him.

He outstretched one of his wings towards her as she lIcked his head, placing it in her mouth and sucking on his tip, her hand lightly brushing down his wing as he shuddered in pleasure. She pulled back taking him deeper, her hand on his wing repeating the same motion feeling the softness of his wings exploring the further as Cassian‘s pants grew heavier.

She knew his wolf wanted to come out to play, wanted to thrust into her until she was clenching around him begging for release.

She lightly scrapped her teeth along his shaft, his hand wrapping around her hair. as she looked up at him. pulling her mouth away from him as she rasped out.

“Help me take you deeper Cassian.“

His mouth curved in a wicked taunting smile before he put her mouth back on his cock and thrust into it as far as he dared to go. She gagged slightly, but squeezed his leg to tell him that she was fine. that he could keep going.

“Come on sweetheart. I know you can take me deeper.” He challenged, thrusting into her mouth once more further. harder. She relaxed her throat could feel him in the back of her throat. she loved it when he took control. when he fucked every inch of her mouth that she could.

“Keep up with my pace sweetheart. and don’t forget about my wings.I want you to get the full experience when I fuck you and to do that I need you to keep touching my wings..” He instructed plunging into her mouth once more as Nesta for the most part kept up with the thrust from his hips. as he buried himself inside her mouth, until she reached his balls. she had never taken him this far, had never dared, but she felt a sense of exhilaration that she had finally managed it.

He was as deep in her throat as he could possibly manage. as he looked down at her. His gaze primal letting her know that she would not be leaving this bedroom anytime soon until they both were limp with pleasure.

He took her hand placing it on a part of his wing that she somehow knew was sensitive, his moans of pleasure coming out as his eyes locked with hers.

“I want to you to swallow everything I give you Nesta m. Don’t waste a drop of it. “ Cassian instructed as Nesta ran her hand across the spot that Cassian had showed her as his release shit down her throat, feeling his warm liquid down her throat, careful not to choke on it as she devoured every last drop of him that he gave her until there was nothing left.

He pulled out of her mouth. his arms wrapping around her waist as he threw her up on the bed, spreading her legs. His heated gaze on the wetness that had been pooling between her legs, as a look of pure hunger and desire contorted his face.

“My turn for a taste.” He growled out as he put one of her feet on his shoulder licking her center as Nesta cried out in pleasure. Relieved to have his tongue on her. Fulfilling the burning need that was rampant inside of her. His tongue plunged into her, deeper than she expected it to as he fucked his with his tongue. exuberayting in the sounds she was making because of him.

“Cassian.” She moaned out as he plunged two of his fingers into her, his tongue swirling around her clit as she rode his face, fucking his fingers and matching his pace.

“Gosh. I’d fuck you like this all night if I could keep that look on your face sweetheart. I love it when your surrender to your pleasure before me.” He growled out as she gave a low laugh, Her hand brushing against his wings.

“Unless you want my release all over your body Nes, I’d be careful with those.” He teased going back to fucking her with his mouth until she was writhing with pleasure underneath him.

“Cassian, I’m-“

“Come for me sweetheart. Let me taste that sweetness on my lips so I can assure myself that I did my job right.”

With those words, Nesta fell apart shaking with pleasure underneath his mouth as he devoured every last drop of her riding her orgasm with his tongue as her back arched into him before falling back onto the bed. Her body limp with pleasure, her thoughts jumbled as Cassian swept his wing over her leg making her gasp at the sensation.

“Are you ready for the next round sweetheart?” He asked as some instinctual part of her ignited

she nodded, kissing him hard before pressing her lips to his wings. licking the sensitive part as she was flipped onto her knees, her hips lifted in the position that would ensure he could get to the deepest part of her as Cassian plunged into her, her body taking him to the hilt as he slammed himself into her again hitting the spot he knew would make her fall into sweet bliss. To reach her personal heaven,

Her eyes rolled into the back of her head with pleasure as sounds she didnt know she could make tore from her throat.

Cassian placed his wings in front of her again, His hands going to her hair and pulling on it making Nesta cry out from the sensation of it before she grasped into his wing. Gently running her teeth across it as Cassian bucked into her seeing who could make the other come first. Her tongue swept across his wing, her finger stroking it as he pulled her back thrusting up into her. Making her sob in utter pleasure as he bit her throat sucking on it, leaving his mark on her. Her arms going around him. Her back grinding against his chest, moving with him.

He leaned into her, licking her ear, his mouth real close to her. “Gods Nesta, You look so exquisite when your screaming my name from your lips.”

She let out a low laugh, Licking the sensitive part of his wing again.

“I haven’t screamed out your name yet.“ She teased.

A cocky smile feel upon his lips, “You’re about to.”

He thrusted into her, relentless, primal, claiming every inch of her like she did him. She was so close, so close.

She licked Cassian’s wing again. He growled in pleasure. bucking into her harder to where both of them were nearly on the edge of the bed. The feeing of him inside her providing pure ecstasy.

“Say my name Nesta. Say my name so we can go over the edge together.“ Cassian growled out. biting her neck, the spot that made her weak as one hand kneaded her breast the other going to her clit circling it. ensuring that she was feeling pleasure from all angles.

Her legs shook, her body desperately crying out for release. For the feeling of his hot, wet release deep inside of her.

“Cassian! Please!” She cried out, her cries turning into sobs of pleasure as his release slammed into her feeling his essence in the deepest part of herself, reveling in the feel of him as she rode out her own orgasm her body falling limp against his as he feel back on the bed, catching his breath, as she felt his cum down her thighs, His cock still deep inside of her.

Their heavy breaths filled the room as CassIan pressed a kiss to her hair. She clim off of him, His release between her thighs as she rested her head upon his chest tracing his scars there. His wings wrapping around them as she gently creased them until the sounds of her and Cassian‘s breathing lulled her into sleep.

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Pillowtalk

Summary: Dearest @thewalkingdead-imagines requested a fic with prompts “You’re just a softie.” and “You took all the pillows so I’m using you as one.” So it’s basically a piece of fluff. Hope you enjoy!

Pairings: Negan x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of sex, slight touching, Negan being Negan

Recently it’s been very busy for you and Negan. After taking over a new place with your boyfriend your quality time starts to get lessen. Forming a new authority was hard and keeping people in line was harder.

The Sanctuary had ruled by a horrible excuse of a man for a long time. When you and your boyfriend Negan came across the place you two thought maybe you finally found your permanent home. All of your old groups had been slaughtered but you two managed to survive.

At first, everything seemed okay with your new home. Negan was working right under the leader. He charmed the douche in such a short time. After all Negan was a born-ready leader and sharp.

But things started getting weird after a month or so. Several disgusting incidents as rape and physical abuse took place and that shit excuse of a leader just gave the people who’s been abused a pep talk about how they must protect themselves.

Not too long after the events, you and Negan started to spend long nights over discussing how you can discard the leader and take charge. No one deserved this bad treatment even if it’s apocalypse.

So, that was how you had taken over the position as leaders. Negan was proud to lead with you along his side. Things were getting better, but the leadership also brought long working hours and frequent runs to turn this place into a proper and safe one.

Negan has been gone for two days with a few men, they were looking for supplies and trustworthy people to bring back. The Sanctuary had its resident but with the new changes Negan found himself in need of more people.

You huffed as you finished your work at the inventory. You took the job of finding people, especially women, a job. That misogynistic asshole considered women nothing but a doormat. So, you paid extreme attention to give everyone a fair and suitable job.

Feeling tired and hungry you took faster steps to your room, smiling and having a small talk with people on the way. You were content with the things.

There was one thing which bothers you. After becoming the leader, Negan became the new attraction of some single women. They tried to threw themselves at him repeatedly, but he brushed them off instantly, though it did nothing to lessen your jealousy.

Just as you reached the door one of your assistants came next to you, she seemed out of breath.

‘Y/N, they’re back.’ She said with a cheerful tone.

Knowing Jane, you knew what she was talking about. Her husband was Negan’s right hand man Simon, so it was no surprise that she looks over the moon.

Despite all of your exhaustion, you immediately started toward downstairs. You and Negan has been together for a year now, but the time did nothing to appease your love and respect for each other.

Just as you stepped out of the gates, you met with a pair of familiar hazel eyes. Without giving a thought you just jumped into your lover’s arms.

Negan let out an amused chuckle. His deep voice rumbled through your ears. This man made you nothing but crazy for himself.

‘Fuck! Somebody’s missed me.’ Negan kissed your jaw, starting his way down to your neck.

‘Shut up. As you wouldn’t miss me if I go away for days.’ You nudged your nose along his.

‘Bold of you to assume that I’d leave you alone babe. You know me, I would get so lonely; especially at night.’ He smirked mischievously.

‘You horny bastard. Here I thought my boyfriend would be too sad staying without me.’ You feigned a hurt expression.

‘Sweetheart, you know what I mean. Also, you fucking know well that me and my dick don’t do fine without your smoking hot body.’ He grabbed your ass, making a scene for everyone without giving a damn.

‘Negan!’ you tried pushing him but ending up bursting into giggles.

After some more dallying with each other you finally decided to go back to your room so you can have some rest.

Along the way you came across Sherry, she was one of the women who tried getting into your boyfriend’s pants.

‘Oh, Negan. You’re back safe and sound. Thank God.’ She said with a sickeningly sweet tone.

‘Fuck yeah, I mean I’m invincible and my girl knows how strong I am.’ He bit his bottom lip teasingly. You know Negan was just fucking with her. He was well aware of the fact that his recent position piqued interest of some women and he made it his mission to mock them, repeatedly.

Although Negan was handling himself well you couldn’t help your jealousy. Negan’s been always a handsome man and now with being in charge his admirers started to increase. They weren’t getting the fact that he’s taken. No matter how hard he tries.

Putting an annoying smile on your face you cleared your throat before speaking. ‘Babe, do you mind reminding me how strong you are?’ You stood on your toes and bit his earlobe. ‘I might be forgetting it. You being gone and me being lonely…’ You put your hand on his chest, slightly fisting his white t-shirt to feel his toned body.

Negan didn’t even try to hold his growl back. ‘As you can fucking see I’m busy as shit right now, need to take care of my girl. So, have a nice day Shirley.’ Negan walked away nonchalantly but you failed at holding your laugh as you saw Sherry’s face when Negan called her Shirley.

When you reached to your room Negan let himself down on the bed. He was clearly exhausted and sleepy as fuck.

‘Doll, as much as I’d like to fuck your brains out for hours daddy needs his fucking beauty sleep. So, take of your clothes and lie down with me.’ He looked at you with his pleading puppy eyes.

Honestly, you were in no state to decline his offer since you too were exhausted as fuck, but his puppy eyes also made your heart flutter. ‘I lay with you if you take your shirt off.’

‘Dirty girl, never failing to amaze me.’ He bit his lower lip while chuckling. Started getting out of his shirt slowly, giving you a funny show.

You giggled loudly. ‘You know what Negan? You’d suck as a stripper.’ You straddled his hips.

‘Now why would you fucking say that and hurt my feelings baby doll?’ He faked a pout.

‘C’mon big boy, I need sleep as much as you. I’ve been working off my ass for all day.’ You hit him back to bed and put your head on his chest, playing with short curls on his chest.

‘Mmh. I’m gonna fucking remind you how talented I am with my dick and moves, after I fucking sleep.’ He mumbled sleepily and drifted off to sleep shortly after.

You felt a movement behind you and stirred. Your body was protesting for you to go back to sleep.

‘Fuck!’ you let out a yawn and turned around. You found yourself sprawled out on Negan.

‘What the hell Negan?’ you whined sleepily.

‘Doll, I don’t know if you fucking notice, but you’re using me as your own pillow.’ He huffed.

You raised your head with an annoying expression on your face. ‘Oh, pardon me mister. You took all the pillows so I’m using you as one.’ You stated as a matter of fact.

‘You’re lucky you’re fucking cute, lie down baby.’ He muttered in a loving voice.

‘Did you seriously wake me up for that and now you’re telling me to continue using you as my fucking personal pillow?’ You hissed, getting interrupted while sleeping is one of the things you despised the most.

‘Babe, c’mon let’s go back to sleep and after that we can make sweet love.’ He begged with his eyes closed.

‘What? You, Negan, are going to make love to me? You’re just a softie.’ You let out a laugh.

‘Don’t tempt me little girl.’ He tried to sound stern as possible, but the exhaustion was clear in his deep tone.

‘Oh, what would you fucking do, daddy?’

In an instant he flipped you over and now standing between your legs, thrusting into your pelvis slowly.

You couldn’t help but let out a satisfied moan.

‘What were you saying baby girl?’ He chuckled with an erotic undertone in his voice.

‘Fuck! Negan, stop teasing and get into it!’ You started grinding yourself on him.

You aren’t getting any sleep tonight.

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