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pascallatte · 1 year

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Ay Pedritooo

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x actress!reader

Summary: Moments in which fans saw how good of a pair Pedro and Y/n is.

Date: October 2013

Warnings: paparazzi cause they’re shit, age gap (still platonic, Are they though? 🤨), hitting

A/n: YAYYY new fic!! Posted this a little later than my usual time but at least I got to share this with you guys already. 😊

THE OFFICIAL COMPILATION OF PEDRO PASCAL AND Y/N L/N'S MAJOR SIGHTINGS OF 2013

P.s. Not really major sightings just those of my fave Pedrito and little ducky videos and the last one cause I like what he did despite hating paps.

Vid 1: A fan run-in while buying drinks at the airport. March 2013

The video began with the camera facing the fan, who seemed to be in a state of shock. She was seen gasping and standing stiff at whatever she was seeing.

“I’m not-“ she began gulping while covering her mouth in shock. “I’m not joking guys, I’m gonna fucking cry, Im gonna,” she tells the camera while looking at the same spot since the video started.

“Guys look, look, look, look, I cannot think of anything at the moment Oh my GOD,” she says as she flips the camera and the one and only Pedro Pascal was shown.

“Ask where they’re going, you might be on the same flight.” Her friend told her jokingly to calm her down.

“ Can I? Can I go there? Can-can I say hi?” She asked before hesitating and walking closer

Her friend nudges her and brings her phone up to record and capture her friend's sudden meet and greet. As the friend was seen walking towards Pedro, Y/n was slowly entering the camera and then stood next to Pedro before pointing at something from the variety of drinks in the freezer.

“Oh my gosh! oh my gosh, they’re together!! On a trip!! Ahh, Pedro’s here what do I do” the fan ranted as she debated whether to go up to them. Seeing her friend slowly panicking she tries to calm her down and warn her, telling her to lower her voice as they were a mere 5 ft away from them so whatever she was saying can be heard. And if luck wasn’t with them, it was evident, because Y/N was seen looking behind for a bit before pulling Pedro down to whisper something. Pedro was seen ever slowly nodding before looking towards the two girls and waving, making the girls release soft shrieks that can be heard in the video.

Gathering up her confidence, the fan walked closer and asked if she can take a picture with Pedro, to which he nodded with a small smile and moved them out of the way to let other people pass. She tries to hand her phone to her friend, but since she was the one recording and her other hand was carrying their bag she can’t.

A soft, ”I can take the picture for you guys,“ was heard before the camera pans to you who was already reaching for the camera with a smile.

ahh, y/n’s so sweet, and the way she told Pedro that a fan was walking up to him. girlllll! you be doing one for us Pedro girlies to imagine stuff.

In shock both girls can only nod and before they knew it a couple of pictures were already taken. The fan was seen facing Pedro to say something to him but she froze as her mind and body still can’t process that she was seeing her idol.

Pedro who sees her state softly asks, “Hey, hey, are you ok? You want something to drink?”. The girl was only able to respond with a nod and shaking her head sideways to answer the second question. With that, the fan leaned closer in an attempt for a hug and to her surprise Pedro accepted immediately, to show his appreciation and to calm the starstruck fan down.

You were then seen on camera once more, but this time to return the phone to the friend who was recording before approaching the pair. You were seen trying to console the fan by telling her silly things and before you know it the fan got a hold of herself and was seen thanking Pedro and you.

Pedro was seen chatting with her for a bit more before you tapped him on the shoulder and told him something. Looking back at you he looks at his watch before mouthing the words “Wait for me,” before approaching both girls.

“Sorry, but it appears that our flight had started boarding and we really don’t want to be late, so if you could please excuse us it would be great. Also, F/n, thank you for your kind words earlier it’s deeply appreciated. Hoping we can cross paths somewhere again,” he said somewhat apologetically. The girls responded with short no’s and “it’s ok, we understand, hoping to see you soon too.”

The girls waved at the pair as they leave after checking their things out.

Vid 2: fans recorded a conversation between Pedro and y/n during their first trip to Amalfi Coast. July 2013

You were both sunbathing on one of the sun loungers placed near the shore on Amalfi Coast, you are seen laying on your stomach, in a bikini, reading a magazine while Pedro was sitting up, only in some beach shorts, trying to take look at the menu.

“Y/N!” Pedro screamed at your ear to grab your attention.

Jolting up, you hit him with your magazine and switched to lay on your back instead. “Ay Pedritoooooo, ¿qué quieres?” You asked him rather bothered that he interrupted your reading time.

Huffing, he looked at you through his sunglasses before handing you the menu. “I just wanted to ask you what drink you wanted from that stall over there,” he was seen pointing to the stall just a few feet away from them.

Turning to look, you squinted as it was too bright to see things clearly. Sighing, Pedro removes his sunglasses and calls out to you again.

“Hey ducky, look here,” he said to you and as you turned you were immediately greeted with a hand on your head and glasses fixed upon your nose. With a small smile, you lean up from where you were laying, to mess up his hair.

“Ahhhh, muchas gracias,” you said affectionately.

“ No hay problema, mi patito,” he said as he nudged you with the menu once again, and this time you took it and scanned the choices.

While waiting for you Pedro decided to lay on his own sun lounger, but not even a minute has passed since he’d lay down, and a lady was seen walking towards them carrying a tray filled with snacks. As soon as she nears them she immediately calls out to him.

“Mr Pascal? Am I right?” She asks

Confused, he sat up before looking towards their visitor.

“Yes, you’re right” He started out slowly and once it was confirmed it was him, the staff placed the tray down on the table near the chairs.

“Sorry but a friend of mine, who owns the stall at the very far end of the beach front is a really big fan of yours,” she said, rather ashamedly.

“But she’s too shy to approach you herself so she told me to tell you that she’s been a big fan of yours for years and she’s wishing that she can have the strength to come up to you soon,” she continued.

A little taken aback, he can only clear his throat before replying, “Oh thank you,.... for the support I mean.” He began nervously as he looked at you who was not paying attention to what was happening.

“Yes, thank you but you guys didn’t have to bring in the snacks, that’s a little too much from your end,” Pedro added while smiling up at the lady staff.

“No no, she insisted that I bring this to you for you to have a more relaxing day and she hopes that you’ve been enjoying your stay here.”

Pedro lets out a breathy laugh before replying with a small “thank you,” as he stands up and gives the lady a handshake.

Nodding the staff looks at him before saying a quick, “ Thank you for visiting our country Mr Pascal, hope you and the little lady have an enjoyable stay.” Then leaving all of a sudden.

It was seen that you perked up as soon as you were referred to as “the little lady”, so when the lady left you looked at Pedro, mouth agape.

“I’m a little what now?” You said confused.

Pedro began laughing at that and replied with a loud “Little Lady!! She called you a little lady HAHAHA”

“I mean she’s not wrong you are little, just not a lady.” he continued

Gasping loudly, you hit him again but this time with the menu, “If I’m not a lady then what am I??” You said with a small pout.

Laughing he pinched your pout, “ a duck, y/n, you are a little duck.”

You tried to look mad and offended but that didn’t last long because as soon as he cracked a small smile, both of you broke into a laughing mess.

Pedro was seen leaning down to rest his head on your stomach while being sat at the opposite sun lounger. You were still laughing when he did that so you opted on resting the menu on top of his head. That continued to be your position for a good minute and a half until you calmed down. You were seen ruffling his hair to make him look up at you before pointing to the menu in hand.

excuse me! !Mr. Pedro Pascal, what in the heavens am I watching. The glasses, the Spanish conversation, the nicknames, the position they are in, don’t tell me this is just to fill in a person’s physical touch need cause ahhh I can’t talk right now. And y/n living every Pedro girlies dream right now!!!! Also, the staff calling y/n a little lady, when she didn't recognize her.

“I’ll probably just have my usual, thank you for asking me though,” you said to him.

“Okayyyyy, buutttt,” he paused as he moved closer, “to spice things up I'm going to get you something they recommend, how ’bout that?” He said teasingly.

A combined snort and giggle were heard from you before you pushed him away.

“Why’d you ask me to choose then??” You asked with your eyes peering up at him as he stood up.

“I don’t know just wanted to ask you in case you liked something different, but you didn’t so I’m gonna do it for you,” he said full of confidence.

Pretending to be annoyed you hit him once again before giving up, “fine, just make sure it tastes good alright?”

In feigned offence it was his turn to ruffle up your hair, “Of course!!! I know what you like remember, I’ll just choose something I think you’d like don’t worry.”

You were seen nodding in response before Pedro was seen putting on a shirt and then walking towards the stall.

From afar, it was seen that a few bystanders, surely fans, approached Pedro for some pictures and autographs.

Pedro is that one sibling that asks if you own the snacks in the cabinet only telling you that they ate them already, but Pedro’s not really giving sibling vibes if you guys get me. is it just me but I find it weird and a little creepy that someone was able to record this whole video and post it online without being spotted, like ever.

Vid 3: Pedro was caught by paps outside of a restaurant. September 2013

The flashing of camera lights are what greeted Pedro as soon as he stepped out of the restaurant. Putting on a smile, the politely waved while lengthening his steps for him to reach his car at a faster time. But that was deemed impossible as the paps blocked his only path towards it.

Softly sighing to hide his annoyance he looked at them saying, “good evening, if you might create a path for me to walk through it would be appreciated,” as he tried to make way for himself.

“Sorry guys but I don’t want to be late for this, I really have to go. Come back another time.” He said as he found a space he can pass through.

The majority of the paps let him pass but a couple of them continued to trail him towards his car, bombarding him with questions along the lines of “why are you in such a hurry?” “you just have to answer some questions for us.” “Pedro, Pedro, Look here!!”

I fucking hate paps, but this video is only here cause he looked good, he was kind enough to entertain them after he was bombarded, and that look on his face when the reporter asked about the beach trip video.

Sighing for the nth time that night, he stopped and told them that he would ask a few questions before having to leave. The paparazzi nodded enthusiastically at that and began asking him simultaneously.

“Pedro!! Here, is a question. Why is it that you’re alone for dinner tonight? You’re usually seen with a friend or family what’s up?” The man asked loudly

Looking at the man he shook his head before answering, “I’m assuming the friend you’re asking about is either Sarah or y/n and all I can say is that-uh, their both busy, as well as I am and me being alone doesn’t really mean anything.”

“Here!! Look here,” the lady said with great effort. Looking to his left, he found the woman before nodding. “Pedro speaking of Y/n, have you heard of the rumours surrounding the both of you?”

And that caught his attention. It wasn’t that they were both inactive on the "World Wide Web", it’s just that they don’t really spend that much time searching themselves up just to find made-up stories and theories under their name.

Squinting his eyes he looked straight at her before asking “What rumors are you talking about?”

The paparazzi boomed at that question each of them answering the question on their own. Shushing the others he urged the woman to speak.

“ As I was saying, the rumours. The rumours that you guys are dating. It started after your trip to the Amalfi coast, a few months back. What can you say about that?”

With a knowing look on his face, Pedro can only shrug before moving on to another question. After entertaining a final question, he then ran to his car and drives away as soon as it started. Leaving the paparazzi with their own interpretations and theories on his answers and reactions.

A/N: Last compilation, for now, will post individual stories in the following days. also sorry for my shit Spanish, my dad did tell me I don't count as Latina cause I can't speak it for my life. Oh also let me know if you guys want a background check on y/n, it will also help you guys understand some points that were and are to be stated. don't be shy to message!!🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

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entitled-fangirl · 4 months

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His perfect little Cyar'ika.

Din D'jarin x reader

Summary: Mando had been gone too long, leaving the reader to worry. She has a breakdown, and he comes back in time to comfort her.

Words: 1,634

Warnings: Makeout session, sad thoughts, lots of crying (mostly from me, but the reader too, ig)

Author's note: This is now my all-time favorite one I've written and I stand by that.

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It had been days.

Days since her Mandalorian had left on a hunt. She had patiently waited the four days he reassured her it’d be. Here she was on Day 6, anxiously awaiting his return.

The sound of the child brought her from her thoughts.

She walked to the cot, picking him up. He was a sweet thing, his large eyes always looking at her in love. She was head over heels for this little guy. The day he would be returned to his kind would be the day she is ruined.

She walked with him for a bit until his breathing calmed, signaling he had fallen asleep. She gently set him down in his cot again, admiring his sleeping form.

She wasn’t sure how long she stood there. She’s brought out from her thoughts again by the feeling of a tear running down her face. She’s crying, and she hadn’t even realized it.

She walks away from the child’s sleeping area, not wanting to wake him. The door shuts behind her, but that’s as far as she makes it. She collapses on the hard metal floor of the ship, a loud sob leaving her lips.

She felt vulnerable. Alone. Scared. Anxious. Above all else, she just wanted her Mandalorian to return. She pulled her legs up to her chest and rested her forehead against them, letting the sobs comes out freely.

Mando was an unusual man… if he was a man. She wasn’t sure what he was, but she knew he was strong and courageous. He had shown that time and time again. His heart, while shown as one of stone, was actually quite vulnerable and caring. She loved that about him. She loved his voice. She loved his mannerisms. She loved HIM.

She doesn’t hear the bay doors open to the ship. And she doesn’t hear Mando step up them. What she does hear is a soft, “Mesh’la?” His voice coming through the modulator.

Her head snaps up in fear and surprise. She’s ecstatic to see her Mando, but beyond that, embarrassed to be caught crying so harshly. She quickly stands, her hand wiping at her face. “I’m sorry, Mando. I’ll go get cleaned up,” she says, her voice broken by the hiccuping of her diaphragm.

She takes four steps before his gloved hand grabs her wrist.

“No.”

She turns her body around to look at him. No? What did he mean?

Mando wasn’t sure what he was doing, but he knew it felt right. His heart dropped at the sight of her body racked with her sobs. He worried about how long she had been like this. Her glossy eyes brought a dreaded feeling in his stomach he hadn’t felt before. But even then, her eyes puffy and red, her face covered in tears, she was still beautiful to him. She always had been. He wished he could rip his helmet off every day just to see her sweet features without the filter. Comfort wasn’t his strong suit, but he’d have to make do now.

A silence ensues as they stare at each other.

He’s the first to break. “Sit.”

It’s not a question. If it was a question, he’d have asked it differently. No, this is a command. She knows him well enough to know he only commands when they’re in danger, or he’s scared. But she also knows not to ignore his commands, so she does so, moving her body to sit on a nearby crate.

He follows her, kneeling in front of her. “Mesh’la,” his voice comes through the helmet, “What has happened?”

She shakes her head, embarrassed to admit her faults. Her hands wipe at her face again, trying to keep her composure.

He heaves a sigh, barely heard by her. “Tell me.”

Another command. “I… it’s… it’s nothing. I was being childish… and… it… I’m sorry…” A soft sob raked through her body, as hard as she had tried to fight it.

His hand comes up to rest on her leg, a silent sign of comfort from him, but also a sign to continue.

This makes her weep, letting out all of the feelings she was trying to bottle up. “You... you left… and I was… I tried… you didn’t come back and I… worried… I was so worried…,” each sentence stopped by a hiccup.

If only she could see the smile under his mask. “Mesh’la, you worried for me?”

The tears didn’t stop, and it didn’t seem that they would be stopping anytime soon. He did what his head told him to, as ridiculous as it sounded. But she needed something to ground her, and fast.

He pulled a glove off of his hand and took her hand in his, rubbing the top of her hand gently.

She stared in disbelief at him. “The... your… your code…?”

He said nothing, still rubbing small circles on her hand.

He thought it would help, but it didn’t seem to because she continued to cry. His mind went into overdrive.

He pulled her from the crate gently and into his lap. His arms wrapped around her shaking frame as he pushed her gently into his armor.

She gladly accepted, resting her head in the crook of his neck between two plates of beskar.

He closes his eyes at the feeling. Only a piece of fabric separates her skin from touching his. Never in his life had he considered breaking the code. But if keeping it meant a life without her, then by god would he break it.

His ungloved hand ran through her hair before his calm voice came back, “close your eyes.”

She lifted her head up. “..w…what?” She sniffled.

His gloved hand touched her cheek. “Close your eyes, Mesh’la. Trust me.”

She does so without another word. She was a sweet thing. He was so corrupt. He worried he may ruin her. But he couldn’t worry about that now.

He checked to make sure her eyes were closed before both of his hands reached up, taking off his helmet carefully.

More tears escaped from her closed eyes, but she heard the sound, and she knew what he was doing. “Mando?”

A soft kiss is pressed to her neck.

“Din.”

A sharp breath from her, “What?”

She feels his smile against her neck. “Din. I’m not Mando to you anymore. Not ever again.” His lips move up her neck towards her jaw, placing a light kiss there.

She lets out a soft breath, relaxing in his touch. His scruff lightly scratched at her as his lips trailed to her face. He pulled back suddenly, his touch gone. She longed to open her eyes, but she knew better.

He simply stared at her beautiful face. God, was she a beauty. He stared at her enough with the helmet but now? He never wanted to put it on again. He wondered if her eyes were as bright as he imagined. She was perfect. His perfect little Cyar’ika.

She sat still, focusing on her breathing. Staring at the back of her eyelids was never really a difficult prompt until she was put into this situation. She didn’t know what he was thinking, and she couldn’t see his face to know. She couldn’t even look at his body language. She was completely blind and it worried her.

Perhaps he was regretting what he was doing. Maybe he was thinking about what planet he should leave her on now that she’s caught feelings. But the silence in the room was killing her.

He was in heaven. If heaven was real, this was it for him. Her beautiful face her in front of him, seeking his comfort. Worried for him. God, she was worried for him. No one had ever said such words, and his heart was overjoyed when they were muttered.

She broke the silence, her voice soft and worried, “D…Din?”

He couldn’t take it anymore. His ungloved hand moved to the back of her head quickly, pulling her in for a kiss. The other hand rested on her hip.

She jumped at the feeling, his facial hair tickling her face. It took a few moments to register what was happening before she began to kiss him back.

She wanted to run her fingers through his hair. Pull at it. Rest her hands on his face. But she didn’t. She wouldn’t overstep his boundaries.

God, he wanted her to overstep all his boundaries. His other hand moved to one of hers, pulling it up his torso to his face.

It’s like he could read the girl’s mind. The one hand resting on his cheek, feeling the scruff there, while the other found its way to the base of his neck, pulling at the soft curls that lay there.

He groaned. He had never had this feeling before. She was perfect, so perfect. He would let her ruin him any day.

She was the first to pull away, out of breath. She panted, her eyes still closed, her lips puffy and face slightly red.

He was smiling brighter than the sun.

“Thank you, Cyar’ika.”

She let out a soft groan. His voice was so beautiful. It’s as if he had hung the moon for her. “For what, Din?”

She could hear the smile in his voice for the first time ever, “I’m not quite sure.”

The sound of the child crying brought them both to reality. He let out a content sigh, reaching for his helmet.

He couldn’t wait to take it off again.

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save-the-villainous-cat · 11 months

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Hi could you do injured hero x villain with healing powers

“Looks broken.” Much too elegantly, they took off their gloves and squatted between the hero’s thighs.

“Wow, doc. I would’ve never guessed,” the hero answered and for a second, they were distracted enough for the pain to ebb. The villain was close and they were focused, looking down at the hero’s legs. Lost in thought, yet perfectly aware of all that was happening.

“I need skin to skin contact.”

It had been a rescue mission until the villain had shown up and for whatever reason, the villain hadn’t sabotaged them but rather…offered help. Apparently, they wanted to rescue the target, too.

“Sure, go ahead,” the hero said, not really thinking about what “skin to skin contact” really meant.

Which was why their cheeks started burning when the villain ripped open their suit, uncovering their naked thigh. It looked anything but healthy.

“This is gonna hurt like hell,” the villain warned.

“Oh, please, it can’t possibly get worse than—” The hero was uncharacteristically wrong. The villain grabbed their thigh with both hands (it made the hero swallow a yelp) and let their ability to heal take over.

At first, they heard a plop, then they felt the bone move inside their leg, scraping along tired muscles, tearing them open until it was back in its place. Instinctively they cursed and tears welled in their eyes. It did hurt like hell and the hero bit the inside of their cheek, drawing blood, to distract themselves.

“Holy fuck.”

“Easy.” The villain rubbed their thumb over the hero’s thigh, probably to calm them down, but it only embarrassed the hero even more.

They were torn between exactly that: excruciating pain and hot embarrassment and, honestly, they couldn’t pick which was worse.

Usually, the hero had themselves under control when it came to situations this…intimate. But not right now. They were still inside the warehouse but it was quiet, now that everyone was dead.

“…this is gonna take a while,” the villain announced, still applying friction with their thumb. Somehow, they always managed to look effortlessly good — that was normal — but, god, the villain’s focused gaze made the hero’s heart beat faster than ever. They bit their bottom lip, staring at the hero’s thigh, concentrating…

“No, this should be enough,” the hero said, clearing their throat. Their nemesis was clearly a little too attractive like this. “The bone is back in place.”

“The bone isn’t healed yet, dumbass. And neither are your muscles. This takes time. Relax.” They pushed the hero’s upper body back down with a flat hand on their chest and even though the hero’s thigh was definitely the object of their body’s attention, they couldn’t help but gasp gently when the villain did so.

“How long?” the hero asked as their back hit the cold ground again. They stared into the ceiling, wondering if they’d lose their mind in here.

“Ten minutes maybe.”

“Christ.”

“That’s what you get for breaking your femur. The strongest bone in your entire body, did you know that?” the villain asked. They chuckled and shook their head softly, as if to say “what an idiot.” God.

“Not my fault he decided to use a fucking crowbar.” The hero groaned when a new wave of pain hit them.

“I think you’re the one who’s lucky. He’s dead and you’re not. So, don’t be a baby.”

Fair enough. The hero supposed the villain was right. They could be doing significantly worse, given that the villain had the ability to heal.

However. When they looked at the fingers holding their thigh, not even close to grabbing all of it, they weren’t so sure.

“Time to get to know each other, I guess,” the hero said. “You’re already very busy near my crotch anyway.”

“Thin ice,” the villain warned and a soft blush covered their face. “Be nice or walking will be difficult for you.”

Despite how hard they tried not to, the hero couldn’t help but grin.

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tatsumessy · 1 year

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Calling them by their full name/ wife edition - {blue lock boys }

Itoshi Rin, Nagi Seishiro, Itoshi Sae, Yoichi Isagi

Itoshi Rin

Sitting on the sofa your feet ached a little bit from the black heels you were wearing but that didn’t falter from your attitude. It was date night and Rin promised to meet you at the restaurant because the two of you hadn’t spent time with each other in a while.

The lock to the door twisted and before he could open the door you stood up with your hands resting on your hips. “Y/n! Whe-” he paused seeing the stand there looking as beautiful as ever. “Itoshi Rin.” His blood ran cold hearing the venom in your voice, he knew he fucked up and he was in trouble.

He dropped his bag on the floor and walked closer to you replacing your hands with his laying flat on your hips. He pulled you closer and leaned down resting his head in the crook of your neck. “I’m so sorry…I didn’t look at the time baby.” The exhaustion in him voice broke down any walls you had up and your arm came up to gently scratch his scalp with your fingernails. “Next time I’m breaking up with you.” He chuckled and raised his head to press a kiss on your lips, “you wouldn’t dare.” The two of you laughed as he picked you up and carried you over his shoulder to your shared bedroom.

Nagi Seishiro

“Nagi.” You said gently pushing him in his back, he continued to lay on his stomach to play his game ignoring your calls. You let out an annoyed sigh and tried to grip his face to look at you but he pulled away pressing his fingers harder on the keypad.

Wanting to try again later you walked away to go make dinner and finish some chores for the day. Finishing up the laundry while the food was in the oven you heard Nagi grunting while standing up off the sofa to go use the restroom. “Sei can-” the door closed then locked. You let out an exhaustive sigh and kicked the door out of frustration before walking into the kitchen to pull out the food.

Nagi kept basically ignoring you for the rest of the day and you were getting highly annoyed with his behavior. “NAGI SEISHIRO.” He flinched accidentally dropping his phone on the ground and cracking it. “Y/n, my pho-” he turned to face you seeing the annoyed facial expression the you’ve never actually shown towards him.

“Before you say anything,” he stopped himself and sat up off the sofa pulling you by the bottom of your shirt. “I’ve been playing the new game you bought me for my birthday and I’ve just been enjoying it so much that I haven’t been wanting to put it down.” He started pouting and resting his chin on your abdomen, you let out another small sigh and pushed his head away with your finger.

“That doesn’t excuse you acting like an ass to me all day Sei. This is why I should’ve listened to Reo when he said to put you on screen time.” He scoffed and you laughed walking away to make plates for the both of you. “I’ll pay to get your screen fixed my little mooch.”

Itoshi Sae

Laying on the bed you rested the book you were reading on your lap once you heard the front door open. “Y/n!” Your husband yelled and you responded letting him know you were in the bedroom. He walked into the bedroom and before saying anything he kissed your forehead then sat on the edge of the bed still holding onto your hand.

“I gotta talk to you about something.” You gave him a side eye waiting for him to speak. “I got this opportunity back in Spain for a few months this time. I’d leave tomorrow-” “Wait. You said tomorrow? Sae, I’m having the baby in two months.” He placed both hands on your shoulder to calm you down.

“I know that but baby, this is even better than any other training I’ve took on.” His eyebrows furrowed watching your expression. “Itoshi Sae.” He let go of your shoulder and laid his hands on your lap silently listening to what you had to say.

“Please tell me you are not prioritizing soccer over your child.” He sat there staring at you then looking down at you stomach finally dropping his gaze to his lap. “Fine. Go ahead. I knew what I was getting into when I married you.” Setting the book on the bedside table you turned your back towards him and laid down trying to rest.

“I’m not gonna go, I knew it was a bad idea when I said it. I just don’t want to feel like I’m missing out on something.” You sighed hearing his confession, you sat back up and grabbed both of his hand to hold them. “It’s not like your going to stop being THE ITOSHI SAE because you go on paternity leave. Besides soccer, us having a baby has to be one of the most important things going on in our lives right now, I’m not saying I don’t want you to not take these opportunities.”

He glanced up at you and you gave him a gentle smile before continuing, “just you’re not alone anymore. Our daughter is going to be born in seven weeks. And she’s probably going to be an even bigger supporter than me for you. So show her that you are one of her biggest supporters, at the end of the day it’s your decision Sae. I’ll never reprimand you for whatever choice you make.” You opened your arms out for him to embrace you in a hug.

His heart was beating fast probably assuming that the conversation wasn’t going to go this way. “I love you.” He whispered into your ear. You smiled and peppered kisses all over his face. “I don’t know about you but I feel like a pretty great wife right about now.”

Isagi Yoichi

His game just ended and before going to meet him at the bar like he asked you went to use the restroom to make sure you looked good. As you arrived and went inside you immediately found the group of players all surrounded by women. Even your husband of four years surrounded by this one girl who was sitting really close to him.

“You are so handsome Isagi…” the girl spoke rubbing her hand along his arm the leaning her exposed chest towards him. He smiled awkwardly and rubbed the back of his neck seemingly blushing at her dumb compliment. “Uh…thank you.” He replied looking away from the girl and over to his teammates asking for help with his eyes.

“Yoichi Isagi.” The whole table got quiet hearing your voice, Isagi flinched and locked eyes with you. “Is she your sister?” The girl asked leaning even closer, “am I your sister Isagi?” A cold sweat ran down his forehead as he accidentally pushed the girl off of him to hard and scrambled to get out of his seat. “Hi baby.” He said getting ready to hug you but your hand in his face stopped him.

“Don’t hi baby me. Why don’t you stay here and enjoy your company boyfriend of mine.” You gestured towards the girl who was fixing her hair and giving him a gentle smile. His eyes never left yours as he grabbed onto the bottom of your shirt cause he had a feeling you were going to leave. “I wanna go with you.” He whispered, “what? I didn’t hear you.” You spoke mocking him.

“I want to go with you.” He said louder, you gave him a twitchy side eye glance and started to walk away.

You waved bye to everyone at the table even the girl and waited outside for Isagi to come. The moment he stepped outside he interlaced his fingers with yours and he started pulling you in the direction of your car. “Your so scary when you call my name out like that.” He whined opening your door for you then snatching the keys from your hands. “You’re too nice, letting the girl touch you.” You rolled your eyes spewing curses out of your mouth as he laughed at you for being so cute when you’re jealous.

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kiri-tatsu · 1 year

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|| Overcomplicated ||

Never has he been one to be nervous or stumble over his words; so why now is his hands shaking a bit as he tried so hard to ask such a simple question- "can i take you out to dinner?"

cw- just nervous/overthinking men, fem reader srry :(, maybe some kissing, light teasing, and a bit ooc for the characters cause i don't know so much about them and i just wanna write for the pretty men, srry for not including the other pretty men I hardly have motivation rn :(

Sampo Koski

He speaks smoothly, never stumbling or stuttering over his words, nearly confident in all he says to the very last letter.

But why was he fumbling now over just a small simple question of a dinner date? He was so tempted to just turn and run because for some reason his face just wouldn't cool down.

He just wanted to ask you on a date, but he could hardly contain his blush as the words dies on his tongue while looking at how pretty you looked in front of him, he could practically hear Natasha screaming at him in his head to tell you how gorgeous you looked in your pretty outfit.

Your pretty h/c hair pieces brushed behind your ear with your fingers as you smiled up at him, he could just melt with the adoration shown in your eyes as you looked up at him like that through your pretty eyelashes.

His heart thumped loudly in his chest as he tried to clear his throat to ask the simple question but it died on his tongue once more when he took a glance at you once more seeing that look still upon your pretty face.

He swore his heart jumped to his throat when you asked if he was okay, but he just nodded, slapped his cheeks and took your hands in his.

"Can I take you out to dinner some time (name)?" After he uttered those words his look of determination slowly fell as you haven't answered him.

But when he looked to see your face instead of just endlessly staring into your beautiful eyes, he had his answer; flustered he tried his best to give a charming smile as you slowly nodded snapping out of your trance.

And you made him so happy he wrapped his arms around you and pressed an obnoxious kiss to your cheek before doing it again and again before his kisses trailed to pepper your face.

Welt Yang

He is an older man, so he thinks that you wouldn't have interest in him, so he kinda just distances himself a bit from you, no matter how much his heart just clenches in his chest with want.

He tends to just watch you from the side and care for you behind the scenes no matter how much he would much rather take your hand in his and whisk you away for a night of romance

But no matter how old he is or gets, his mind will never calm and will wander; do you even like him the way he likes and adores you? He just wants to press a small kiss on your forehead and hug you in his arms while you two just relax on his bed.

Himeko sometimes teases him a bit, but she knew not to be so obvious about it when near March 7th with her teasing as the bubbly girl would most likely accidently let it slip that Welt has an admiration for you.

Welt had to do his best to compose himself as he sat next to you on the the Astral Express waiting for the next jump, his heart hammer in his chest.

He made sure to be in the next cart over where they were usually supposed to gather just so he could get a bit of privacy with you, his heart hammering as you shyly slipped your hand in his.

But he knew if he wanted to speak, now was his chance before the jump or else this small effort to get you alone so he could finally ask you out would be in vain.

Swallowing the lump in his throat he lightly squeezed your hand in his, "Would you be interested in joining me fore dinner later this evening?"

A small giggle and a little nod from you calmed his nerves before you raised his hand up and pressed a gentle kiss against his gloved hand making his heart skip a beat and his cheeks flush lightly.

"I would like nothing else... But it took you long enough old man," and with that Welt sighed heavily but the small smile upon his lips didn't falter.

"My apologize dear."

Blade

At first Blade didn't know why his heart would skip a beat any time he had a chance to see you, he just thought that he was a bit relieve to see you still in one piece and safe.

But he knew that wasn't the case as he kept seeing you, his heart would always skip a beat no matter the situation, so he decided to tell Kafka, who just let teasing smile grace her lips, "You like them from what you're telling me. Why not just ask her out to dinner and go from there?"

With a heavy sigh he nodded and made a promise to himself to ask you out to dinner the next time he seen you, and knew not when the next time that would be.

Hours passed, then days, and then a whole week since he last saw you and it made him want to just get up and go find you himself, but you were strong he knew that, so he just sat put next to Kafka as she was giving you comms through a small earpiece.

Once she was done, she turned to him offering up the piece and went away with Silver Wolf who trailing by her side a bit disinerested with the whole ordeal.

"Kafka? Where do I go after I reach the end of this corridor?" Blade felt his heart nearly skip a beat after hearing you voice after a few days too long of you being away.

"She left with Silver... I'll be helping you the rest of the way back home," hearing a small sigh he helped you with guiding you through halls, corridors, twists and turns until you were somewhere familiar to be able to make it back to base on your own.

But before you called off your comms he stopped you, "Could I possibly take you to dinner when you get back?" The line was silent for a few moments too long making him a bit nervous, through no one would be able to tell with his stoic expression.

"Too you long enough to grow the ball to ask me Bladie," groaning at the dreaded nickname Kafka gave him, he just shook his head and turned off the earpiece, his heart skipping a beat knowing you'd return back to base safely.

Jing Yuan

He's a general, he's been through countless battles, numerous enemies, and fearlessly he went through them to protect those who couldn't do that themselves.

Little Yanqing could see how the general would look at you, he's still so young yet he could see it clear as day when he wasn't off buying new swords to mess with.

"General! You're staring off again! You're losing focus this is so unlike you, are you thinking of (name) again? And with that the general was able to snap out his daze at the mention of your name, and flip the young boy on his back after unarming him.

He knew not what to do as he sat on the ground and laid on his back closing his eyes to try to think. "Why are you sleeping right now? We're in the middle of training general!"

A small giggle nearly made him open his eyes as he knew someone else had joined them in the training grounds, a hand brushed the hair out his eye, and he opened them only for a lazy smile to grace his lips.

Yanqing looked between you and the general in mild offence and shock before he huffed a tad bit annoyed before taking his leave, being ignore the longer you stared into the general's beautiful golden eyes.

Your thumb lightly brushing over the beauty mark under his eye as his smile just turned into one of admiration, "Will you go out with me tonight?"

A small laugh escaped you lips as you fell to your bum and he immediately laid his head on your lap, "You're a bit dense Jing Yuan, I've been waiting for quiet a while for you to ask me you lazy."

A small chuckle bubbled from his throat as he took your hand and place it on top of his head before you began to run your fingers through his unruly locks.

"Then I must apologize for making you wait so long (name)." He reached up to pull you down and his lips lightly brushed against yours making his cheeks flush pink and yours to burn with embarrassment.

bro i need to play honkai more but fhdbhbdsjfdbbiwf i don't have that much time to grind for things in game ima cry istg

#sampo koski #sampo x reader #sampo honkai #sampo hsr #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #welt yang #welt x reader #welt honkai #welt hsr #jing yuan #jing yuan hsr #jing yuan honkai #jing yuan x reader #blade hsr #blade honkai #blade x reader

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moumouton4 · 10 months

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Can you do a Akatsuki a/o and Akatsuki orochimaru and the s/o is a dom in front of the Akatsuki but in the bed.. holy crap orochimaru is such a dom!!!

Holy Crap He Is Such A Dom || Orochimaru x fem!reader

A/n : Hello dearest ! And as always currently I'm going to say, finally. Because it's been a while you requested so here it is ! I hope you'll like it 😍 The chronology of Akatsuki members' arrivals is not respected

A/n 2 : Yeah I liked your request so much it's the title in the fic ( it's like 0,01% of the fic was yours you'll see why lmao 😂 )

With also Itachi, Hidan and Kakuzu ( mention of Sasori )

Warnings : Dom Orochimaru, penetrative sex, spank, hair puling, biting, marking, form of breeding, 18+ READERS ONLY and wrap it before you tap it

Masterlist ⚜

I don’t give permission to repost my work, if you want to share it just reblogue it

Word count : 1233

You've never been the type to get walked on. No kindness was shown to your targets or enemies. You were fierce

Even within the Akatsuki, everyone knew that when you said something once, you didn't like to repeat yourself

Certainly there were moments of laughter and cordiality with some. Long conversations about your motivations, but when it came to the serious stuff, nobody argued with you. Nor tried to control you

You'd been paired up with Kakuzu before Hidan arrived, and well, that hadn't really worked out too well. He is the one to lose his temper pretty quickly, no matter what the situation, and if he had the bad idea of telling you to be quiet - even politely - you'd go off at the drop of a hat

"Erm, I don't think so. Since when do you give me orders ?"

"Not now Y/n. Don't start pissing me off" he growled

"Shut your mouth yourself, it'll give you some rest"

Finally Pain - Nagato - had to separate you and find you a new partner because he didn't want your useless bickering to ruin his plans

After barely 4 months with Akatsuki, everyone had realized that you were dominant kind of woman

"Damn this girl's got some spice" was one of the first things Hidan said when he saw you

"At least she doesn't let herself be pushed around" Itachi tried to calm him down, sensing that the newcomer was about to say something inappropriate

Even Sasori knew that telling you he didn't like to wait was pointless, because you were your own master. And that no matter what he did, you wouldn't budge

Then he arrived and everything changed... well, everything changed behind closed doors

When you heard that Orochimaru was going to join the Akatsuki, it didn't make you neither hot nor cold. You weren't going to change your personality. This was who you were, period

On the other hand, when he arrived, he wasn't disappointed by your assertive personality.

A smirk often appeared on his face when you raised your voice or put your opinion above others

For example, when you were a bit annoyed and wanted something done quickly, he'd say "I'll take care of it right away, Darling" in a silky voice

"Don't you dare calling me that" you'd grumble

"Of course I'd never" he'd say still smirking ( I don't know why I'm having thoughts about Loki Laufeyson lmao )

And that's actually one of those common banter than you both ended up kissing hungrily each other's mouth as if it was your last meal

Hopefully there was nobody around because it was violent. In the sense that you kept bumping into each other ( imagine the 1st sex scene between Buffy and Spike, but without the house collapsing )

Finally you arrived in your room. In the blink of an eye, the two started undressing. Gradually revealing the source of each other's desire

And then your moment took a turn. Damn no ! Not only this moment. Maybe even your personality

You moved past him, placing your hand on his chest and trying to push him down onto the bed

In this kind of situation, you were used to laying your partner down before riding him / her / them - cowgirl supremacy - and you thought it was going to happen like that too. But it didn't

"What are you trying to do, Darling ?" he cooed

You thought he hadn't understood what you were trying to do, "Lie down so I can ri-" but he cut you off

"Oh no I don't think so" and with that he grabbed your arm and pinned you on your stomach on your bed. You could feel his hard cock throbbing against your ass

"What the-" you were a little puzzled and a little annoyed. You were supposed to be on top it's always been like that

"Shhh Pet" he said, speaking the word loud and clear, as if giving you another status "I let you boss me around enough out there. But now it's my turn to steer the ship"

You tried to contradict him, but he spanked your ass hard, making you squeak. Your thighs clenched instinctively. Okay maybe if he was going to be like this all along you should give him some credit. It didn't feel that bad too

You let yourself lie down without resistance. He flashed a big smile behind you "Good girl" he mused

He then grabbed his cock and you felt him rub the tip against your wet folds, making you moan softly "And you're so eager, aren't you ? I bet you secretly like being submitted"

That wasn't really true, but with him it wasn't like with anyone else

He didn't give you time to reply as he suddenly entered you with a hard thrust "Mmmh that's it. You're taking me like a good one"

He didn't really give you much time to adjust to his size. he was way to horny for that - next time surely he would

But you didn't really care. Your face was scarlet. He was right... you rather liked being dominated by him. Not being in control for once. The thrill of the surprise, yes, it was orgasmic.

You felt him pounding inside your tight warmth relentlessly. his hand gripping a handful of your hair while the other was firmly holding your hip. yes tomorrow the spot would surely be bruised

Then his mouth descended towards you. He nipped at your shoulder and neck. He was clearly marking you. There wasn't any going back now. And you secretly wished that was what those bites meant

"Would you mind if I marked you with my release ?" he asked breathlessly. He was a gentleman after all

You didn't answer, you were such a moaning mess. No thoughts in your brain only Orochimaru's harsh thrusts

He pulled your hair a little more roughly making your back arch "Would you ?" he didn't even bother repeating the question - and holy crap he Orochimaru such a dom ( and here I placed it 😂 )

"Y-yes yes ! Please come inside me !"

Your desperate plea made him growl in your ear, sending shivers down your spine "Consider it done then" and with that he picked up his pace. You body pushed flush and almost forcefully against your mattress

The room filled with obscene noises of bodies colliding. When he felt the coil in his stomach burst he pressed his hips forward into your as he spilled his seed inside you. His body, spent, fell on top of yours as he spoke “It’s done. You’re mine now” he then gave a kiss where he has been biting you before closing his eyes

On your side you couldn’t breathe any heavier, you’ve never had such a strong orgasm in… never. Slowly your body relaxed as you let yourself get comfortable on your bed. You could feel his length slowly softening inside of you

You were a bit shocked that you actually like being manhandled - snake handled lmao - but you couldn’t help but be excited for what was to come on your next session

And a if he knew exactly was you were thinking he said on a satisfied tone “And that’s only the beginning”

You were even more excited now… and red too

Taglist : @foxxymunson , @cl0vr, @ilovemanypeople , @glossy1pearl

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lithiumfae · 1 year

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My boy

nsfw: sneaking into the gryffindor common room late at night.

tags: p in v (you already know), whole lotta tit sucking sorry not sorry, fingering.

Before she met him she had been a stranger to unplanned endeavors, always one to prefer the safety of rehearsed everyday activities. But that had obviously changed as she was now walking to meet up with Sirius way past curfew.

He was wearing the cloak he mentioned in the note he sent her. Only his head was visible, giving the illusion of a floating head missing the rest of the body. His usual cheeky smile was already on his face even before she reached his side.

“Get in woman,” he said while opening his arms so she could squeeze herself in.

It proved to be a hard task walking up to the Gryffindor common room when they had to take tiny steps given how little leg room they both had under the cloak. She could feel and hear him laugh behind her, his mouth breathing out hot hair right on her left ear.

As expected, Filch was patrolling the school grounds searching for his next victims so they stopped walking and hurried to lean against the wall in a corner when they saw him approaching. It seemed like all the stars above were in their plans for the night because right as Filch passed them, a different couple came face to face with him. Taking the opportunity to escape, they tried making no noise as they walked away from the scene.

Some more steps and they were in front of the entrance to the common room. Sirius peaked inside to check if any of the resident snitches were lounging on the couches before he hurried her in.

As they approached his shared room he leaned in and said, “I kicked them out.” She had known him long enough to know that meant an invitation for yet another night of fooling around.

And who was she to deny herself of the simple pleasures in life.

The first thing he did as soon as they reached his bed was help her get out of her sweater and her blouse.

He had never been skilled at unclasping bras so he left that to her.

From the start of their relationship Sirius had shown this honestly quite amusing fascination with her breasts, before they had sex for the first time he got off by sucking and licking her all over. It did not take much for him to come undone if breasts were involved in the equation. This time it was not different.

He made her lay down before straddling her hips. His weight on top of her should not have been as arousing as she felt it to be. She always forgot how deceiving his lean frame was, the few people that had had the privilege of feeling his weight on top of theirs could agree that a boy that slender had no reason for being so heavy. To her it was exhilarating. A reminder of how much of a man he truly was. Imposing and impossible to ignore.

Next he angled himself so his mouth connected to her right breast.

He started by kissing her sternum then quickly moved to the side, tongue sliding around the nipple. His eyelids covering his eyes as he let himself get lost in the moment. His saliva was smearing all over her supple flesh and she felt chills when the cold air got to her.

“Fuck,” her breathy voice disrupted the otherwise calmness of the night. At this he laughed.

“Yeah?”

Unlike most nights where he chose to pay special attention to her tits, he did not stay doing the same for too long. He repeated the same treatment on her other breast but this time he bit her. The sudden shot of shallow pain made her hand move involuntarily, she was now tangling her fingers in his silky strands of hair. This only served as encouragement as her hold on his head urged him to keep going.

He bit down again before feeling around the bed searching for her other hand, when they made contact he guided it to where her right hand was gripping his hair and hummed as to let her know he wanted both of her hands to pull, his mouth still preoccupied with marking her.

She shook her head in protest, eyebrows furrowed. “It’ll hurt,” she said.

“Yes, I want it to.”

So she did what he asked for. She pulled his hair with both her hands, promptly making his mouth detach itself from the nipple he was abusing. His moan echoed inside the room.

His lips were glossy with the excess saliva and they looked raw. The pain made his eyes close again.

“Heard Preston say he fucked a girl’s tits. Can you believe that’s possible?”

She laughed. “Anything is possible, really.”

“C-can we–?” He stuttered as his eyes opened wide, she laughed again before rolling her eyes.

“Not now Black. I believe you invited me for something else,” he did not reply immediately. His eyes were glossed over, his gaze was on her red bitten lips.

“Right,” he said before blinking fast to shake off the momentarily brain fog he was feeling. He made a move to get off her. “Yeah. I kicked everyone out so I could fuck you good.”

“Is that right?” She teased.

“It’s been so long since we last shagged. I feel like I could go for hours.” He was no longer straddling her, instead he was now positioning himself in between her open legs. He did not bother removing her skirt so he simply moved it up to get it out the way. “Keep the socks on,” he told her, as if he needed to beg. His voice a tad whinier than before.

He toyed with the elastic of her socks tickling her upper thighs.

He put all his weight on his knees so he was left hovering over her. His fingers made their way to his mouth before putting two of them inside it, effectively coating them in saliva. He did all this while looking at her without breaking eye contact.

“Your turn now,” he said as he hunched over her to bring his face closer to hers. When she parted her lips he wasted no time in shoving his fingers inside, urging her to suck on them. “Ah, fuck,” he whispered.

With his lips still wide open and his eyes unfocused, he shoved his fingers deeper inside her mouth.

“Don’t close your eyes, look at me.”

He did this for a few more seconds before her heated gaze was too much; it made him anxious for what was to come. He pulled his fingers out of her mouth watching the trail of saliva connecting them to her wet lips.

“Now?”

He only mumbled as a response. His knees moved back to allow him to position his face right on her cunt, he gave it a kiss before covering it with saliva as if to replicate what she had done to his fingers. Having done exactly this so many times in the past, he was already well acquainted with her body, he knew where everything was. His thumb located her clit as two of his fingers made his way inside her.

“Can I do this? Or are you gonna cum before I get to fuck you?” He said dangling the tantalising offer in front of her.

She nodded urgently, making her hair move around her sticking on the pillow in all directions.

“Are you sure?” He started moving his fingers back and forth before moving a bit so his face was hovering over hers once again. “Because we can skip this part and go for it now.”

“No!”

“Right… I wouldn’t want it to hurt…” even in her foggy state of mind she could see the way his teasing tone made him smile.

Not satisfied with the wetness he was working with at the moment, he went back to licking her to aid the lubrication. She heard him spit on his hand before the force of the now rapid movement of his fingers made her perk up.

He laughed softly when he heard her moan loudly. Lost in the sudden surge of pleasure she was feeling she had let her legs close, effectively squeezing his hand between them. Not satisfied with the limited space he had, with his free hand he palmed one of her knees, “Come on love, keep them open.” Seeing as she was taking a few seconds too long to do as he asked, he put his hand under one of her knees and pushed her leg up and out.

“Ah! Sirius, Sirius,” her hazy speech reached his ears letting him know he was making her feel good.

The change in position clearly did something for her as she was now even more wet than before, a squelch could be heard every time Sirius drilled his fingers back inside.

“Fuck, you’re making all this noise for me yeah?” His thumb had not stopped circling her clit. “Am I making your cunt feel good baby? Yeah? Because I can feel you dripping on my palm”

“Shut it Sirius, you’re embarrassing me,” she whined.

“Now why would it be embarrassing?” He furrowed his eyebrows pretending to be confused. “It’s only the truth.”

He was needing to put some strength in the hold he had of her leg as she kept twitching. He pulled his fingers out and took a good look at her semi naked body.

“Fuck man, I love your tits,” he sighed. “We really need to try that some time.”

He had not been lying when he said he could feel her dripping on the palm of his hand, now that his fingers were no longer inside of her he could feel the cold air hit his hand.

“You have to fuck me properly first before I think of letting you do that.”

“Right on it,” he said in a mock serious tone. He grabbed her other leg using his wet hand to mirror the way he was pushing her leg up while he had been fingering her. “As always, tell me if it hurts.”

“Alright.”

If he had not been spreading her legs open she would have closed them as soon as his cock started prodding her. It truly never got old, the way she felt that stinging feeling every single time he was inside her.

“Doing okay?”

“Mmm..” she hummed. Sirius noticed her lifting her head and looking down at where they were connected.

He smiled before saying, “Weren’t you embarrassed not even five minutes ago? Or were you just pretending?” He pushed a little further inside and she moaned, throwing her head back. “I know, I know.”

Her forearms trembled a little at the strain of holding herself up and having to withstand the burning sensation of his cock splitting her open.

“Aw darling, lay back. Come on.” He cooed letting one of her legs fall momentarily when he used one of his hands to push her shoulders towards the mattress.

“Why does it still hurt?” She whined, the slightest bit annoyed.

“The disadvantage of shagging with Sirius Black I suppose.”

“You’re a pest.”

He laughed. “Would you like to try it on your tummy?” He cocked his head to the side. “Come on, turn around.”

He helped her move into position. He went to grab one of her knees again, this time to lift her leg up on the bed leaving the other one how it was. “Sorry.”

“What for?” His hands grabbed her hips. “But lift your ass a bit, yes, like that my love.”

He went to try sliding inside her for a second time, this time it went remarkably easier. Nonetheless the rapid intrusion surprised her, making her lift her torso from the bed.

“Stay down.” He said before he started moving in and out. She went back down, pressing her face on the mattress to muffle some of the sounds that escaped her lips. Sirius’ hands stayed on her hips slightly squeezing them as if to ground himself. “Yeah,” he dragged the word out. “Fuck.”

“Fuck,” she mirrored him.

His head felt like it was far too small to contain his brain and the way it tried so hard not to fall victim to the overwhelming feeling of having her wrapped around him. He thought the wait was making it worse so he started moving faster.

Her moans resonated given the volume of her voice, she was now hugging a pillow.

“Is it too much, baby?”

“It’s good, it’s good, don’t stop”

“Wasn’t thinking about doing that.”

Her body was no longer resisting him and the position they were in was annoying him a bit so he lightly spanked her to make her pay attention. She looked back at him and whined.

“What now?”

He laughed with his eyes closed. “Get on your knees I want to fuck you harder,” a second after he said that she was already moving again. “Is that alright?”

“Do whatever but stop telling me to move,” Sirius smiled at the annoyance that could be heard in her tone.

As a little punishment for the attitude, he grabbed her hair in a tight fist making her arch her back in a borderline painful slope. Before she had a chance to complain again he started moving once again.

“Well then.”

They went at it for some time. The force of his thrust was enough to make his headboard bang against the wall at a rapid pace. He was tempted to undo the silencing charm just so he could brag about his night of pleasure to everyone tomorrow morning. He was anything but humble. He loved seeing the bitter expressions covering their forgettable faces when they saw him talking to her in between classes. What could bring him more satisfaction than one-upping his peers that already envied him just because of his last name.

Probably cumming inside her, his brain supplied.

Coming back to the present he turned to the side so he could take a good look at her.

Her eyes were closed in bliss and her mouth was hanging open allowing mewls to slip from her parted lips. He loved the way she blushed all over, truthfully it was quite ironic how he found her the most adorable when she was lost in pleasure.

He smiled yet again before touching her cheek with his. “Such a lovely girl you are, always so pretty.” She did not acknowledge his praise, her brain way too foggy to say anything. “So nice of you to put up with me everyday…”

“Because I love you.”

At this he grabbed her hips to stop them from moving, he won’t ever be prepared to hear those three words coming from her.

“Shit,” he laughed. “I almost came.”

He went back to leaning his face on hers before starting a new rhythm, this time two times faster. His hips snapping into her as if he was trying to make her jump, her wetness was now coating part of his upper thighs.

“Sirius!”

“I know, I know,” he smiled again, it seemed that was the only expression he could muster when the two of them made love. “You’re making my legs all dirty, nasty girl. Gonna cum now? Mmm?”

“Not yet,” she gasped.

He groaned next to her ear. “So sorry love I think I’m gonna cum now. Sorry, sorry.” He panted as he lost control of his hips. “Can I? Inside?”

The sweaty and aggravated girl nodded, lifting her arm to wrap her hand around Sirius’ head so she could stroke his hair. Understanding her answer he let go of himself effectively pairing her white.

The sudden warm sensation made her flinch and he slipped out. They both whined at the loss of contact.

Sirius’ hand quickly moved and fisted his cock squeezing it before looking at her and saying, “Did you cum?”

“No, not yet.”

“Come here then I can still go a little longer.”

“What?” He watched him sit down on the bed resting his back against the headrest, he patted his naked lap and cocked his head. “Come ride me.”

It was her turn to laugh. “You’re filthy, you know that?” At the same time she crawled up towards him to straddle him.

They made quick work of it, both impatient.

She used her knees to make her body slide up and down his length. “Atta girl, jump on it. Yeah,” this last part he said while laughing, amused by the sheer desperation he saw on her beautiful face.

He was tempted to compare her dripping cunt to a broken faucet with the way she kept leaking on him with every drag of his cock. His arm cushioned his head to avoid bumping his head on the headrest.

“Shit, shit, shit!”

“Go on love, this cock is all yours to take.”

Hearing him say that made her knees touch each other because she tried to close her legs to stop herself from cumming, it did not work. Soon enough she was coming undone, squirting everywhere.

“Oh fuck, yes, yes.” Laughed Sirius.

Only a few seconds of it happening was enough to wet everything around them. She was left twitching, her legs incapable of staying put.

“Sorry.”

He ignored her apology instead opting to grab her face to drag her towards him. Their lips connecting and melting into a symphony of unholy love. Being so spent after what had just happened she was not fully reciprocating so Sirius started to kiss her entire face.

“How do you plan on getting me out of here before class?”

He hummed. “Who said I plan on getting you out of here.”

“I have to go to class, finish my education and whatnot…”

“Have you ever thought of being a housewife, I could provide.”

“You are 17 years old.”

“A man is so much more than his age.”

“I can’t be a housewife if you don’t have a house, silly.”

“We can stay here forever, in my room. You can be a… room… wife…”

“I can’t stand you.”

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i-am-a-l0st-gh0st · 1 month

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This one is inspired a bit by one of my ocs backstory but..

The reader is a transmasc person, who tries their best to hide it, trying to seem as if they were a cis man - mostly due to the overwhelming dysphoria they get. Sure, they got the top surgery but... Not the bottom one. The biggest issue was - they were having terrible periods, and I mean TERRIBLE - To the point they can't stand up from the bed, squirm in pain and vomit anytime they move. While they were able to hide it from lyney long enough, saying stuff like "I ate something bad" and other stupid excuses, lyney got clearly very worried and concerned as the same thing happened each month, even when the reader didn't seem to even eat anything close to bad. Now, the reader doesn't know how to avoid the truth, as they're crying from the immerse pain, unable to hide their misery from lyney any longer.

Boys don't cry- Lyney X transmasc!reader

I would say i'm sorry, if thought that it would change your mind. t/w- periods, vomit, headaches, cramps, dysphoria summary- As shown above

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You'd been together for almost 5 months and each month you'd managed to avoid telling Lyney you were trans but for how long? Avoiding it forever was out of the question, you couldn't keep getting you period and telling him you were sick.

The only thing you could concentrate on was the unbearable feeling of needing to be sick. If you stood up you might puke everywhere... And the cramps didn't make it any better... You clutched you stomach trying to make them go away... If only that worked... Your train of thought was lost as your boyfriend walked into the room.

"Dear... This happens every month... I know for a fact it's not food poisoning. Your my boyfriend... I need to know what's wrong with you."

*Boyfriend*. You loved being called that but for some reason it stung... Tears began to form in your eyes, emotions all over the place. Lyney was shocked to see you so emotional. He hugged you tightly, rubbing your hair, bringing you close. He wanted to help... But you couldn't tell him... He would think differently of you... He would see as what you were before you were a boy.

"I'm fine Lyney, just a little sick."

"A little sick? Sweetie you can't get out of bed. I need to know what's up with you."

Lyney was stubborn... Almost as stubborn as you, he wouldn't give up. Not until you were feeling better. The cramps slowly started to get worse, causing tears to well up in your eyes. You tried to turn away from Lyney hiding your face. In response he grabbed you chin forcing you to look at him.

"Mon amour... what's wrong." His face had lost its charm and had turned, not stone cold but almost there.

"Lyney... I...I.."

"Take your time sweetie."

You couldn't tell him, he would see you as girl. You worked so hard to build a life a male. It was all going to crumble now... You felt your cheeks heat up with the feeling of vomit... You quickly got up and ran to the bathroom pushing Lyney out of the way. Knuckles turned white as you gripped he toilet bowl waiting for it to happen.

"Sweetheart! What's wrong!" Lyneys voice had become increasingly worried.

You couldn't avoid the truth any longer... It was right in front of him. He'd have to find out sooner or later.

"Lyney... I'm trans..transgender. I.. I've only gotten top surgery not bottom. So I still get my... Period."

"So that was it? Honey I still love you. You know I don't see you as any less of a man. If anything I see you as more of one. What you go through sounds painful..." His voice had calmed down now. "But why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I was scared you'd leave me.. and this dysphoria gets really bad."

"Oh mon amour... I would never leave you... Now let me take care of you."

Lyney grabbed you hand leading you back into bed, he grabbed you a heat pack placing it on your stomach. He put a bucket close to your bed, just incase you needed it.

"Anything else?" You swear you couldn't love this man anymore.

"Cuddles?'

"Anything for you, my love."

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jahayla-parker · 7 months

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Hesitate : Freddy Carter x Reader

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Part of Love of a Lifetime Mini-Series

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Freddy ran his hand down his face as he yawned. As he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, he slowly made his way to the master bathroom. He half-expected y/n to be in there, likely having just woken up herself. So, he was slightly surprised to see she’d seemingly woken up quite some time before; as he’d been on his phone in their bed for a bit upon first awakening and she wasn’t in the bathroom either.

Once he’d freshened up in the bathroom, Freddy ventured out to their living room. His calm and soft footsteps soon turned into frantic stomps against their wooden flooring upon hearing what sounded like y/n’s shaky breathing. He’d barely made it to the edge of the room before his heart seized in his chest as he saw her. Why was his fiancée in such a distressed state?!

Freddy’s worried eyes scanned y/n for any visible explanation for her state. She’d seemingly been pacing their living room while still in her wrinkled pajamas with her hair tousled. Only, Freddy could tell it wasn’t bed head, y/n had clearly been running her hands through her hair for awhile. Not wanting to scare her as she hadn’t shown any sign that she noticed his presence, Freddy cautiously walked over to where she was pacing.

As he crossed to the other side of their coffee table, Freddy moved to stand in front of y/n. He brought his hands up and gently wrapped them around her forearms as he tried to guide her into lowering her arms from her face and hands from her hair. The sight of y/n’s frazzled and teary eyes made Freddy’s hands shake slightly as he went to move them so he could direct her gaze towards him.

The violently rapid thumping in y/n’s chest slowed faintly as Freddy entered into her blurry vision. She blinked repeatedly as she tried to make sense of the situation. Her fiancé Freddy was still in bed, wasn’t he? The warmth of Freddy’s hands seeped into y/n’s clammy cheeks as his sapphire eyes pierced their way through the fog of her mind while she slowly came back to the present moment. “Y/n,” Freddy’s warm honey-coated voice cooed quietly into her ear. The sound cut through the noise in y/n’s head, helping her become fully present.

Freddy watched as y/n’s gaze slowly shifted into a less distant state. He silently waited for her to reacclimate herself to her surroundings. He easily detected the precise moment y/n realized he was standing in front of her, his hands cupping her face. It pleased Freddy to see her reconnect to reality instead of wherever her mind had been off spinning. Yet, it simultaneously pained him because as she did, she promptly let out a choked sob.

Y/n futilely tried to dry her face, pulling back from her fiancé’s loving embrace. She aggressively rubbed her inflamed cheeks with her clammy hands. She felt Freddy cautiously take hold of them as he lowered them from her face. God, she loved him. So much. But why did he have to see her in this state?! How long had she been spiraling into her internal turmoil? It had been the early hours of the morning when she’d crawled out of bed and ventured out here to isolate and not wake him up. Yet, he was here now and wide awake.

“D-di-did I wa-ake you?” Y/n asked, her voice dry. She swallowed thickly to stop the scratching and burning sensation in her throat. She stared at Freddy through her teary eyes, a deep sense of guilt storming inside her.

“No,” Freddy replied swiftly, shaking his head reassuringly. He tenderly shushed y/n as he stroked the backs of her hands. He could read the guilt in her eyes and was desperate to shut it down before she could spiral again.

“Okay,” y/n croaked. She wriggled her stuffy nose to keep from crying. “Good,” she murmured softly before pasting on a tiny fake smile.

Freddy effortlessly read through y/n’s attempts to act as if he’d not just walked in on whatever she was trying to work through on her own. “I wouldn’t have minded if you did, love,” he reminded her sweetly, stepping closer to shorten the distance between them. “In fact,” he continued, moving their intertwined hands to a more comfortable position in the lessened space between their chests. “I’d have preferred you to wake me up, instead of trying to hide whatever’s happening,” Freddy informed y/n as tenderly as he could.

Y/n hung her head instantly. “Sorry,” she whimpered. She unconsciously squeezed Freddy’s hands as her body tightened in response to her raging emotions.

Freddy frowned at y/n’s reaction. He sighed whisperingly. “It’s okay love, I’m just-,” he began, trying to reassure her that he hadn’t been offended.

Y/n quickly shook her head as she lifted her gaze up from the floor. She pulled her hands back from Freddy’s hold on them. She then shifted her arms so she could grip the hem of her clothes as her hands formed fists at her sides. “No, it’s not,” y/n argued angrily. “That’s just it. It’s not okay.”

“What?” Freddy questioned, his brows slightly furrowed in confusion. His eyes scanned y/n’s body language in search of an explanation as to what was going on. “What’s not okay?” He asked softly.

Y/n silently shook her head, unable to speak. Each attempt to breathe resulted in a rumbling in her chest. Her eyes watered more as she went back to staring off into space. She couldn’t do this right now. It was too much.

“Darling,” Freddy gasped faintly as he watched y/n’s distant gaze return. “Please talk to me,” he pleaded, reaching for her hands. “What-whatever’s happening, we’ll get through it, together.” “Just let me help, please,” Freddy begged as he took hold of y/n’s trembling hands.

“No, no, no,” y/n rambled quietly. “You shouldn’t have to!” She tore her hands back before running them down her face. “I’m, I’m,” y/n cried, “so sorry, Fr-Freddy. I-I-“.

Freddy gaped at his fiancée, shocked by her uncharacteristic behavior. “Woah, woah, woah,” he mumbled with wide eyes. “‘ey,” Freddy whispered as he tried to step closer to y/n. Only for her to step back, away from him; causing a foreign stabbing pain in his chest. “Okay,” he whispered slowly as he stepped back. Freddy wanted to make it clear he was accepting her choice to not have physical contact right now. He had to push down his desire to do more for her before he could get himself to step back further. He then walked backwards until he reached their lounge chair. The whole time, Freddy was watching y/n closely. Only once he was seated across the room from her, did he speak again. “I need you to talk to me.” Freddy took a deep breath as he forced himself to ignore the urge to rush over to her and hold her to his chest as she shook before him. “I can’t have you in this state and not know why,” he expressed kindly.

Y/n fanned herself with her hand in a pointless attempt to cool her flushed face. “I-I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she whimpered as she saw the concern covering Freddy’s face. The concern she caused.

Freddy quickly grimaced. He hated whatever was causing his dear fiancée to be so distressed. He shook his head, “you don’t need to apologize”. Freddy frowned as he watched y/n mindlessly pick at her skin. “Just tell me what is on your mind, darling”.

“I can’t though!” Y/n blurted loudly. The force of her voice startled herself slightly. She looked down and noticed she’d pinched her arm as she’d tensed. Not caring about the half-moon indents on her forearm, she continued her rambling. “See I’m not good at that!” Y/n pointed out defeatedly. “That’s just it!” She cried out, her voice sharp and fast.

Freddy squinted at y/n as he tried to read between the lines. “What do you mean?” He asked, hoping for further details as to what was troubling her. He was pleased to see that they were slowly getting somewhere. But, Freddy didn’t dare point that out to her in fear it might make her shut down again.

“I-“ y/n’s voice cracked as her mind argued with her over whether or not to confess the worries circulating in her mind. “Freddy-“ she sobbed as she forced herself to look over at him. The action resulted in her bursting into more tears. She quickly looked away as she began pulling on her hair. “I-… I can’t do this,” y/n whimpered.

Freddy gripped the armrests of the lounge chair. “Do what?” He wondered aloud. “Talk to me?” Freddy sighed lowly, “since when, love?”.

Y/n hiccuped loudly as she shook her head rapidly. “No, no, no, I-,” she dragged her hands down her damp face, leaving faint lines in her fingers’ path. “Fuck. I-…” y/n spoke, voice uneven and jagged. It took a tremendous amount of effort to make herself speak the words on her mind. And even when they did finally leave her mouth, they were so rushed she wasn’t sure it made any sense. “Ican’tmarryyoubecauseI’mnotenoughforyou,” y/n explained, the twisting grip-like sensation on her heart increasing. “ButIwanttomarryyousobadlyandIwanttobeenoughbutI’mnot,” she cried with defeat. She wanted to be, and she would always try to be, but y/n feared it wasn’t possible. No matter how hard she knew she’d try and no matter what she did or how worthy she became, she’d never truly be worthy enough for him. “ButIdon’twanttoloselyoueither and-I-“ y/n confessed, her guilt echoed in her tone.

Freddy blinked slowly as he tried to make sense of the fury of words that just left y/n’s mouth all within a matter of seconds. “Woah, slow down, start over, what?” He asked in a whisper. Try as he might, her response still hit him as an incoherent and slurred rush of words.

“No, damnit… “ y/n mumbled, mostly to herself. She felt her face grow even warmer as she battled with herself. Her facial features scrunched tightly together as she cried over the painful thoughts in her mind. “Neither…” y/n told herself quietly, “neither way feels right”. “Des-deservemoreand-” she gushed before her mind switched arguments, “loveyoumorethananything”.

Freddy sat frozen, uncertain how to approach the situation. He couldn’t make out half of what y/n was saying. He listened to her trailing off as she mumbled something about choices. Focusing on the only part he knew he’d heard correctly, Freddy decided to start there. “What doesn’t feel right?” Freddy asked worriedly.

Y/n couldn’t get herself to look at Freddy, her guilt feeling far too heavy. She tried to take a few shallow breaths as her whole body felt off. Before she could stop it, her knees buckled under her and she fell to the ground.

Freddy shot out of his chair to come to y/n’s aid. His frantic eyes roamed over her as he sprinted across the room. When she didn’t move away and just caved in on herself even more, he dropped down to her level.

Freddy felt like he was truly in the dark, he had no idea what was happening. All he knew was that y/n was deeply struggling and he hated to not know why nor how to help. Freddy did the only thing he could think of and wrapped his arms around his fiancée’s frame. He held her shaking body, slowly resting his head atop hers when she unconsciously leaned against him while crying.

Y/n noticed she couldn’t smell Freddy’s familiar scent due to the amount of snot she’d accumulated during her sobbing. Needing to feel more connected to him right now, she pressed herself into his chest needingly. She allowed herself a moment of comfort as Freddy’s hands rubbed her back and shoulders lovingly. Only, y/n’s relentless worries didn’t let the moment last long. “No, no, no,” y/n mumbled as she suddenly leaned back; away from Freddy. “I can’t le-let you,…“ she whispered in a broken tone. “You-you can’t keep doing this.”

Freddy squinted in confusion as y/n slid across the floor away from him. He stared into her widened eyes as he continued to search for understanding. “Do-doing what?” Freddy asked diplomatically.

“Treating me so ni-nice-ly,” y/n answered with a shake of her head.

Freddy feel a sickening sadness settle into his bones. Why did y/n want him to stop being nice to her? And why was it resulting in her current despair?

“I don’t… don’t.. I don’t, I don’t des-deserve… deserve it,” y/n stuttered, wiping the wet drop hanging off the tip of her nose.

Freddy gaped widely, in complete bewilderment and sadness. Y/n didn’t deserve for him to be nice to her? What was she talking about?! Y/n didn’t deserve to be feeling this way. She did deserve his kindness though. Hell, she deserves more than anything he could offer. Before Freddy could compose his thoughts enough to form a coherent response, he heard y/n resume her rambling.

“I - I can’t… c-can’t m-m-ma-“ y/n sobbed. She curled inwards on herself, her head tucked to her chest and calves tightly pinched against her thighs. “I c-can’t marry y-you,” y/n forced out. She pressed a hand against her lips as some bile rose in her mouth in response to the words.

Freddy’s face blanched instantly. “W-wh-what?” He stuttered, eyes burning. “You….” He breathed heavily as he fought against the new tears in his eyes. “Y-you don’t… you don’t want to marry me anymore?” Freddy asked, voice wavering in time with his panic.

Y/n peeked up at Freddy with one eye, unable to fully face the state of the man she loved hearing her sudden declaration. She shook her head aggressively. “I do- wan-want to-…” she promised, the guilt increasing the acid reflux she was facing. “Ijustcan’t. Not whenyoudeserevesomuchmore,” y/n gushed, “Iknowyouwillsayyoudon’tbutthatswhyIhaveto”. Hating herself and the hauntingly torturous thoughts in her mind, y/n sobbed and unconsciously scratched at her arms. “That’s what feels wrong. Either way feels wrong,” she rambled, her racing thoughts desperate to be spoken aloud for once. “Cause-“ y/n sobbed and tugged on the collar of her now-seemingly-tight shirt. “I -I…I…I- I w-wa-… I want to marry you,” she confessed, risking a glance up at Freddy as he sat patiently a few feet from her. “Bu-but-but…. I-I.. I c-can’t,” y/n sighed loudly, followed by a small strangled whimper.

Freddy calmed some upon hearing y/n reassure him that she wanted to marry him. But, he still couldn’t understand why she supposedly couldn’t marry him. Surely whatever the reason was, they could find a solution. Right? “Wh-why?” Freddy croaked. He cleared his throat and tried to slowly scoot across the floor towards her. “Darling, did… did I do something?” Freddy asked remorsefully.

“No! God, no!” Y/n exclaimed quickly, her wide eyes piercing into his confused ones. “Fuck, see!” she groaned, “This is why!”. She forcefully rubbed her face dry and shakingly pushed herself up from the floor.

Freddy instantaneously copied y/n’s movements. He neared her slightly in anticipation that he’d need to help keep her balance as she stood.

“I - I keep messing things up-“ y/n pointed out, staring at Freddy’s bare feet as he moved towards her.

Freddy frowned deeply, his forehead creasing in response. “Love, what’re you…” he sighed softly. “What happened?” Freddy inquired, still desperate for an explanation as to why she was suddenly so upset. He needed to know what was going on in her mind. Once he knew, he could help her.

“I can’t even speak right, I can’t can’t get my- my words out,” y/n complained. Ironically, she then interpreted herself with a different train of thought. “I…C-can’t offer, like the …umm,” she mumbled, “and you deserve-“.

Seeing that y/n was starting to ramble incoherent nonsense, Freddy sighed softly. “Darling,” Freddy spoke in a balanced tone as he cautiously stepped closer. He pleaded with his eyes for her not to back away. When Freddy saw y/n was complying with his unspoken request, he neared her the rest of way. Finally close enough to touch her again, he slowly brought his hands up until he cupped her face. Freddy stared into her dewy y/e/c eyes. “I need you to take a deep breath, please.”

Y/n nodded stiffly as she tried to breathe for Freddy. Her eyes darted around his face. The loving and compassionate nature of his gaze made her heart twist aggressively in her chest. “It doesn’t feel right,” she whimpered vaguely.

Freddy felt his heartbeat beating faster but forced himself to try to remain calm. “Marrying me doesn’t feel right?” He asked, voice strained. Yet, despite his fluttering voice and heart, his eyes were glued on y/N’s.

Y/n shook her head as she glanced away. “Y-you….” she whispered in a brittle voice. “I can’t- I can’t give you the wedding or the life you des-deserve and like I-,” y/n expressed, tears streaming steadily down her cheeks.

“Woah, woah, nuh-uh, pause for a moment, love,” Freddy rushed out frantically. He tilted y/N’s head until she was forced to look at him again. “What in the world are you going on about?” He huffed. “You’re ev-everything to me,” Freddy argued breathily.

Y/n trembled as she stared into Freddy’s far too sincere eyes. “That’s the problem. I -I can’t believe that you-you love me like you do,” she gushed with a whine. “You-you deserve to be-… you deserve someone who can give you everything and that’s… that’s not me”. Y/n grimaced as her voice cracked loudly during her statement.

Freddy stared, baffled over the situation. “Y/n, you’re not hearing me.” He tried to keep his voice comforting despite his determination to correct this train of thought quickly. “You are everything, love,” he whispered, fingers gently pressing into her cheeks over his need for her to understand. “Please, don’t-,” Freddy began softly.

Y/n yet again shook her head. “I-I…” she whimpered as she stepped back from Freddy’s hold. “I want more for you.”

The confession sent an aching pain through both of their hearts.

“Y/n-,” Freddy whined quietly as he moved closer.

“No,” y/n said in a voice that was somehow firm yet weak. The tone matched her conflicting viewpoints and emotions perfectly. “I-… Freddy,” y/n spoke lightly as she took a deep breath to compose herself enough to look at him. “I..I love you,” she cried, “so much but…”. “But…,” she shook her head again, but her gaze stayed on him. “I don’t-,” her voice cracked as she sniffled, “I don’t know how to do this.”

Freddy’s brows wriggled in confusion as his head tilted faintly to the left. “Do what?” He asked.

“Marriage,” y/n answered, “Freddy; marriage.” She blinked past the tears clouding her vision as she focused on Freddy’s loving gaze. “I don’t… I don’t know how to be a good wife or-,” she began nervously. She wasn’t even sure where to start explaining her incompetence.

“Oh, love,” Freddy cried out quietly. He shook his head as he neared y/n again. He promptly took hold of her frantically trembling hands. “I’m not looking for a good wife, whatever that even entails,” Freddy promised affectionately. “I’m just looking to spend the rest of my life with you,” he clarified devotedly.

Y/n’s lip shook as she willed herself to stop crying emotions to have a proper conversation. “I’m gonna-gonna mess it up,” she declared weakly, her saddened eyes stuck on Freddy’s comforting blue ones.

Freddy furrowed his brow slightly. He wordlessly pulled y/n’s fingers away from her palms before he ran his thumb over the now-irritated skin. His frown grew at the feeling of the crescent moon indents on her soft skin from having been clenching her fists so tightly. “Mess what up?” Freddy questioned calmly as his thumb continued to try to smooth out the skin on her palms.

Freddy barely heard the squeaked response y/n gave him. But, the weak, “us,” she offered in answer to his question still caused a small hitch in his breathing. Why was y/n so certain she would mess up their relationship? She’d always gone above and beyond for him and for them. Where was this coming from? Freddy knew she oftentimes felt like she wasn’t enough in a general sense. But, he didn’t know that applied to her feelings about their relationship as well. Was this new? Was it only now that he’d proposed marriage that she felt inadequate? Or had she always felt that way and he just never knew? Freddy sincerely hoped it wasn’t the later. Well, he hoped it wasn’t the case at all. But, if that wasn’t possible, he at least hoped it was a new feeling for her and that he could stop it immediately.

Freddy’s head tilted unconsciously as he gazed at his fiancée lovingly. He didn’t know how to shut this down, but he needed to. She deserved to know that whatever had her thinking this was false. In order to get to the bottom of it, Freddy decided to ask for clarification. “What do you mean? Why do you say that, darling?”

“Cause I… “ y/n trailed off. She freed one of her hands and ran it down her face as she worked to stay calm. She nearly lost her composure again when Freddy took her hand back and kissed the backside of it supportively. Y/n focused on his encouraging stare, using it as a tether to some semblance of strength. “I- I don’t have-have-,” she mumbled, voice shaking profusely.

Freddy saw how much y/n was still trembling. He also heard the way her voice kept cracking and how shallow her breathing was. He frowned. “Hold on,” Freddy cooed, guiding y/n over to their couch. Once they’d reached the edge of the sofa, he silently signaled for her to sit with him. Freddy smiled lightly, pleased when y/n did so without hesitation. He reached one hand let to her head and slowly brushed some disheveled hair away from her sweaty forehead. Freddy leaned over and pressed his lips against her forehead silently. His lips easily tasted the saltiness of her skin, bringing him back to the matter at hand. “I’m going to get you some water, then we’ll keep talking this out, okay?” Freddy asked rhetorically as he stood up to make his way to their kitchen.

Y/n watched her fiancé as he stood above her at the edge of the couch. Her tears fell silently at the loving look he was giving her despite what she was them through right now. She took a shaky breath as Freddy wordlessly dried her tears with a look of understanding and deep empathy. Y/n nodded her head that he could do what he felt he needed to do, knowing it was the least she could offer him.

After Freddy had forced Y/n to sip on some water, he took the glass back from her and set it on the coffee table beside them. “Alright,” he whispered, intertwining their hands. “Now, darling, what’s going on?” Freddy questioned vaguely, letting her guide the conversation.

Y/n bit her lip as she tried to form a coherent answer. “I don’t…,” she sighed, “Freddy…”. Y/n squeezed his hand tightly for support. “I don’t have… I’ve never had.. umm a… I grew up in a… in a broken….”. Y/n puffed her cheeks in frustration as she groaned. “I don’t know what a good-….”. She nearly became overwhelmed with frustration towards herself until she felt Freddy lovingly squeezing her hand. She knew it was him patiently signaling for her to take her time finding the right words. Using his advice, y/n finally found the words she needed to express her worry. “I’ve never had an example of a healthy marriage”.

Freddy hummed in realization. He knew about y/n’s upbringing, of course. But, not once had he ever considered it to be problematic when it came to their own relationship. Yet, Freddy could understand why she might feel apprehensive about the whole ordeal given what she’d been through and witnessed.

“I don’t know what… what that looks like,” y/n admitted bashfully. “Or… err… uh., how to do that. Every, every marriage I’ve seen has either ended in divorce or a toxic relationship people just stuck with.” She frowned as a stray tear escaped her eye despite her best efforts to keep them at bay. “And-… I… I don’t want that for us, for you,” y/n expressed remorsefully.

Freddy quickly squeezed both of her hands lovingly. “It won’t be,” he vowed affectionately. He noticed y/n was about to protest his declaration. “I know, you’re going to say I can’t possibly know that, but..” Freddy paused to gaze into her blissfully familiar eyes. “Darling, I know us. We can, and have, worked through anything; we just have to talk, love.”

Y/n sniffled and slowly broke eye contact with Freddy. She hung her head in shame. “I’m not good at that,” she whimpered. “Clearly,” she added humorlessly as she waved her hand around.

Freddy stopped y/n’s flailing hand, holding it tighter to him. “You’re doing it, love,” he pointed out diplomatically. “I know it’s not easy, but you’re still doing it. We just have to get you to remember that you don’t have to hide things from me,” Freddy explained, formulating a plan to best address these issues. “Even if you’re worried it’ll upset me. As, I’d rather we face it together,” he told her tenderly.

Y/n sniffled. “You shouldn’t have to remind me of that-,” she sighed.

Freddy frowned and shook his head. “Y/n no,” he corrected gently, “don’t do that.” He brought their hands up to his lips, placing a faint kiss to her knuckles. “You’ve been though a lot in your life, honey,-“.

“That doesn’t make it okay, Freddy,” y/n declared with a huff. “You deserve someone healed, and-“.

Freddy’s forehead creased as his gaze narrowed ever so slightly in response. “No, no, no,” he said cutting y/n off. “I’m not going to have you decide that for me.” Freddy took a deep breath and relaxed his facial muscles. “Respectfully.” He tilted y/n’s head up until her gaze met his. “Darling, you are the strongest, most resilient, and kindest person. With the most beautiful soul and heart. You’re not broken.” Freddy gave her a small smile as she maintained eye contact with him. “And even if you were, that wouldn’t stop me from loving you. I know you’re scared, but please, don’t push me away because you think I want or deserve anyone but you, because I don’t”.

Y/n ignored the inherent urge to keep a wall up. Instead, she let her sobs escape her lips as she practically threw herself into Freddy’s awaiting arms. “I’m sorry I’m being so difficult,” y/n apologized, clutching onto Freddy like a lifeline. Which, to her, he was. Her mind had almost convinced her that she knew better than him what was right for him and that it wasn’t her. She’d been willing to give him up for his own sake even though the thought alone nearly destroyed her. Freddy had pulled her out.

“You’re not difficult, you’re real,” Freddy amended lovingly. “And I appreciate you being honest with me,” he pointed out, holding y/n to tightly. "I love you, that means I'm not just here for the pretty parts. I'm here no matter what.”

After sitting in Freddy’s embrace for a few healing moments, y/n spoke up. “I still don’t know how to- to umm- …my parents, well you know…” she trailed off. “And sure, my grandparents stayed together, but you saw how things were, and…” her sniffle broke up her rambling thoughts briefly, “even my aunts and uncles and- I just-…”.

“I can imagine how that might make you doubt marriage,” Freddy acknowledged. He ran his hand up and down y/N’s back slowly. “But, love, I promise-“.

“No Freddy,” y/n interrupted, leaning back. “I know it can work. Your parents made it work,” she said with small smile; one Freddy shared back. “And your grandparents, and h/f/n, and-… anyways, but it’s just I didn’t grow up with that… example to lead me”. Y/n bashfully bit into her bottom lip as she awaited Freddy’s response.

“Darling, I’m not worried about you not having had an example,” Freddy assured y/n simply. “Each relationship is different,” he reminded her. He used his thumb to gently pull y/n’s bottom lip free from the entrapment of her teeth.

“But… I don’t know that… that I have… that I have what it takes to-“ y/n expressed nervously.

Freddy quickly but lovingly shushed y/n; promptly stopping that thought from taking hold. “That’s not true.” He kept ahold of one of her hands but moved his other hand to her cheek. “This relationship is ours, and all it takes is us, you and me,” Freddy declared passionately.

Y/n snuggled into Freddy’s chest. “Okay,” she whispered lovingly. She gave him a small nod before nuzzling her head further into his torso. “You and me,” y/n agreed softly as she peered up at him.

Freddy grinned and nodded back. “You and me,” he echoed in a delicate whisper. “What else is on your mind?” He asked after a few seconds. “You said something about the wedding itself?”

Freddy watched as y/n flickered her eyes away instantly, making his worry return. He felt her nod her head faintly as she started playing with her hands resting in her lap. Freddy squeezed her hands and smiled softly at her when she looked up in response to the gesture.

Y/n took a visibly deep breath. “I… I can’t give you a tra-traditional wedding …” she trailed off solemnly.

Freddy squinted at y/n, his lips pursed slightly. “Darling what are you-“ he began to ask, confused once again.

“The whole… bride giving away thing, the father walking-…” y/n mumbled as she stared at their interlaced hands.

Freddy’s lips parted and he sucked in a breath before responding. “You’re worried I’m going to be let down by you not having your father walk you down the aisle?” he asked seeking confirmation. He watched patiently as y/n sucked in her bottom lip and nodded.

Freddy sighed, letting go of one of y/n’s hands. He then brought that hand up to cup her face and tilt her chin upwards and eyes towards him. “Love,” he cooed, “I couldn’t care less about that.” Freddy’s thumb traced her cheekbone tenderly. “In fact,” he paused briefly, “I’m sorry it’s for the reason that it is… But, I’m actually glad you’re not going to have him walk you down the aisle”.

“Y-you are?” Y/n questioned, tilting her head backwards further to see Freddy better.

“Y/n, I know what he did to you and what he didn’t do for you,” Freddy reminded her gently as he shook his head. “And, I know how he makes you feel. I don’t want him anywhere near you.” He let out a soft sigh as he continued stroking her face. “I respect you enough to let you choose if you’ll ever resume having contact with him again, and if you had for any reason really wanted him to be there, and or to escort you down the aisle, that would be your choice.” Freddy pushed down the anger he felt over even thinking about her father and what y/n had been subjected to because of him. “But,” he shook his head, “like I said, I don’t care to have him anywhere near you.” Freddy leaned forward and placed a faint kiss to y/n’s forehead. “I know he’s your father, but you and I both know that doesn’t mean anything. He doesn’t deserve to be there.” He sighed quietly as he pulled back to gaze into her surprised eyes. “You deserve to have the chance to have someone walk you down the aisle if you wanted that, and I’m sorry that you were put in this situation where you had to decide if it was worth it. But, I more than support you not inviting him,” Freddy promised.

Y/n blinked rapidly as she studied Freddy’s eyes. She could see the sincerity in them easily. But she still felt uncertain. “Really?” Y/n asked quietly.

“Yes, really,” Freddy nodded. “Y/n, I’m on your team always,” he vowed, “especially when it comes to things with him. I always have been, darling”. Freddy delicately dried the few tears that trailed down y/n’s cheeks.

Y/n smiled softly in appreciation. “I - I know,” she admitted, always having felt his support on the matter, “and I really really appreciate th-that.” “I just,” she sniffled, “I wasn’t sure how disappointed you’d be to marry someone who…” Y/n paused as she worked to find the proper words for her concern. “-had to break, or err… not follow that tradition,” she concluded.

Freddy moved his thumb back to the side of y/n’s cheek as he went back to cupping her face. “My darling, we’ll make our own traditions.” He smiled tenderly at her. “I don’t need anything more than you,” Freddy promised warmly. “If you wanted to skip all of it and get married at the city hall, we could. I’d love a wedding, sure, but I just need to be with you. I just want to be your husband.”

Y/n’s tense body visibly melted in relief over Freddy’s declaration. “I love- love y-you,” her voice cracked, tears forming in her eyes for a different reason this time.

“I love you too,” Freddy murmured. He closed his eyes and kissed her forehead. “Is there anything else you worried about?” He asked, wanting to address any lingering concerns she may have.

“Ummm…” y/n mumbled. She hated that there were still worries she had. Freddy had worked so hard to calm her down and yet she couldn’t fully relax yet. “I-it’s just…uhhh..,” her frail voice trailed off with guilt.

Freddy read the guilt in her tone and hummed softly. “It’s okay,” he encouraged, tapping her cheek. “What is it?”

“I can’t- I can’t help but think about how my family isn’t con-contributing as much for the wedding, like your mom has already gone out and-“ y/n expressed. Her voice raised slightly as her nerves took control.

“‘’ey, ‘ey, ‘ey, I don’t mind,” Freddy promised. “Neither does my mum, nor the rest of my family.” “The rest of our family,” he amended. “They love you and already see you as a daughter. They’re not mad, or upset, or whatever else your mind is trying to make you believe,” Freddy reasoned. He chuckled lightly, “my mum is insanely thrilled to be helping, love”. Freddy lowered his hand back down to grab y/n’s free hand. After slowly uncurling her fingers, he brought her hand to his lips, “please, don’t worry about that”.

Y/n silently scanned Freddy’s deep blue eyes. “Really?” She asked, trying not to flinch at the fact she’d asked that question a million times today. When Freddy nodded in confirmation, she let out a sigh of relief. “Okay,” she replied quietly, her shoulders lowering in relief.

Freddy rubbed y/N’s hands as he gazed into her eyes in silence for a few moments. He tilted his head slightly and pressed his lips into a flat line. “I can still see a linger of doubt in those y/e/c eyes,” Freddy announced.

Y/n shook her head rapidly to reassure him. She wasn’t doubting him or them. That’s not what any of this was. She wasn’t even doubting herself per se. She was simply feeling inadequate in her ability to meet the level of wife she felt Freddy deserved. “It’s not doubt,” she explained, pleased when Freddy nodded with an expression that told her he understood her wording. “It’s a fact,” y/n murmured when he didn’t let her off the hook so easily.

“And that is?” Freddy asked, pulling both of her hands to his lap. He watched her patiently as he fiddled with her soft hands.

Y/n bit into her bottom lip and sighed. She knew she was going to say something Freddy didn’t want to hear. And she wished she didn’t feel this way. That she could just accept what Freddy told her. But, she couldn’t. Not yet. Not when she cared so strongly for him that it felt wrong to deny him more. “That you deserve more,” she said, her voice sounding distant even to herself.

Freddy’s chest tightened briefly as he watched the love of his life still struggle to comprehend just how worthy she was. He knew her past was to blame, but he wished she didn’t have to feel like this. She was everything to him and no one could ever outdo her; despite her evident opinions and worries of the contrary.

“I want you,” Freddy said firmly but with deep warmth. “None of the things you’ve mentioned bother me, my darling,” he promised. “Even if something happens that neither one of us predicted or expected, I’d still want to be with you. I don’t want to face anything without you.” Freddy squeezed her hands tightly. “Good or bad.”

Y/n sniffled loudly as she stared up at him. She cautiously pulled her hands back before reaching over for a pillow. Y/n cradled the pillow tightly to her chest as her body started to shake again. She gave Freddy a shaky nod, her head barely peeking out above the top of the pillow pressed against her.

Freddy’s left corner of his lips curled up slightly at the sight before him. He could see the way y/n’s eyes were teary but held warmth instead of fear in them. “Can I give you a hug?” Freddy asked, eyeing the pillow blocking his ability to hold and comfort her.

“Yes please,” y/n cried out. She quickly slid the pillow across her body and back onto the couch. Y/n promptly buried her face in Freddy’s neck as he closed the distance between them. She hummed unconsciously as she felt his strong arms holding onto her tightly.

“Even if there were a line of people just like you before me offering everything your mind is trying to convince you that you’re unable to give me, I’d say no,” Freddy whispered, his lips pressed to the back of y/N’s head right behind her right ear. “I only want you, Y/f/n y/m/n y/l/n,” he vowed, squeezing her as he cradled her in his arms.

“I want you too Freddy,” y/n spoke as she wrapped her arms around Freddy’s back. “I swear, I do.” She clutched his shirt material in her fists as she tried to hold him impossibly closer. “I..I…I-I need you to-to know,” y/n declared, her voice cracking with fear, “I’m… I’m not saying I don’t love you or that I don’t want to marry you, ca-cause I do!” She sniffled loudly as she tried to keep her composure. “I-in fact, it’s because I do that-“.

Freddy smiled softly, nuzzling his head into y/n’s shoulder. “I know,” he promised affectionately.

“I’m sorry for going about it like this,” y/n sighed, her voice slowly lowering back to its normal register. “And.. for… having these insecurities- I’d understand if you changed-“ she rambled nervously.

“Y/n,” Freddy spoke, one hand cradling the back of her head, the other on her lower back. “This doesn’t change my opinion of you,” he promised, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“It doesn’t?” Y/n’s soft voice asked, muffled faintly by Freddy’s chest.

“No,” Freddy attested. “But, it does make me see that we have things to talk about,” he told y/n calmly, “because I understand you’re worried, but I don’t want you to ever fear those things having any impact on me or us”.

“It’s not your fault,” y/n sighed, needlessly pulling Freddy closer.

“I know,” Freddy reassured y/n. “But, that doesn’t mean I can’t be there to help you through it.” He let the hand on the back of y/n’s head play with her hair. “If you’ll let me?” Freddy requested tenderly.

Y/n nodded her head rapidly. “P-please,” she begged. Freddy was far better at silencing the tormenting voices in her mind than she was. “I - I don’t want to lose you, but I also want what’s b-best for you,” y/n explained.

“You’re not going to lose me, darling,” Freddy vowed, eyes closed as he focused on the feeling of having y/n in his arms. “And you are what’s best for me. I’ll show you; erase any doubt. It’ll take time, but we’ll get there,” he determined.

“Thank- thank you,” y/n said as she cleared her throat. “You don’t have to do this, but I really-,” she began, pressing a kiss to the shirt covering Freddy’s chest.

“I want to,” Freddy cut y/n off, tugging her impossibly closer.

“It’s not overwhelming, or frustrating, or-?” Y/n wondered.

Freddy shook his head. “No. It just means you need me right now,” he hummed, pressing a kiss to her head. “And, I’m honored to be needed and we’ll get to where you don’t ever doubt these feelings I have towards you, to a point where you can see how you deserve these feelings and sentiments,” Freddy declared confidently.

The couple sat in peaceful silence for quite some time, simply enjoying each other’s presence and physical affection. They shared tender squeezes and delicate kisses as they snuggled together on the couch.

Freddy slowly lifted his head off y/n’s as he leaned his chest back against the couch in order to see her. “Y/n,” he spoke, his voice quietly breaking through the silence. “I do have one thing I want to be sure of,” Freddy admitted, running his hand through her hair.

“Okay,” y/n replied warmly, lifting her head off Freddy’s chest. She smiled at him and nodded her head, “of course”.

“If it makes you more comfortable,” Freddy began cautiously. He didn’t want y/n to think he was changing his mind. But he wanted to know she was comfortable with where things were going. “I’d be fine being your boyfriend for the rest of our lives,” he proposed, “if that’s easier or more comfortable for you.” Freddy brushed some hair from y/n’s forehead tenderly. “I just want to be with you, be someone to you.”

Y/n forcefully shook her head no. “I- I do want to marry you!” She pressed her palms against Freddy’s chest softly. “I’m so sorry I made you think otherwise, I-“.

Freddy took hold of y/‘N’s hands from his chest and pulled her closer. “You didn’t y/n, -“ he argued warmly.

“Yes I did,” y/n protested with a frown. “Otherwise you wouldn’t be saying that,” she sighed. She curled her fingers around Freddy’s and squeezed. “My stupid.. my rambling got-“ y/n mumbled.

“Y/n, darling,” Freddy cooed. He leaned his forehead against y/n’s and smiled softly. “I don’t doubt your love for me,” he reassured her. “If anything, it’s somehow even more clear now than it’s ever been. And I didn’t think that was possible, darling”. Freddy felt his cheeks flush as his grin grew at the thought. He lifted his right hand up to cradle y/n’s face. “The fact that you’d worry about these things to the point of-“ Freddy intentionally trailed off, not wanting to bring up the specifics now that they’d been addressed already. “I know you love me so much.” He rubbed his nose against y/n’s as he gazed lovingly into her eyes. “If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have asked you to marry me,” Freddy commented lightly. “I just want to make sure we take things at the right pace, something that’s comfortable for you.”

“We are,” y/n said as she nodded. “I do want to marry you, I always have,” she vowed. She wrapped her hand around the back of Freddy’s neck as she pressed her forehead against his more. “It was just that I wanted to make sure I was the best option for you,” y/n clarified.

Freddy smiled and nodded his head against y/n’s slowly. “Well, since that’s truly all you were worried about, I assure you,” he whispered, nose rubbing against hers tenderly. “You’ve got nothing to worry about, darling. I couldn’t be happier with my choice. I know I was fortunate enough to manage to secure the best option, period”.

Y/n blinked quickly. “I swear- I-…” she mumured lovingly as she peered into his beautiful deep blue eyes. “It..it feels like - like I’m dreaming or something,” she confessed fondly. “I just… I never thought I’d have someone who just… gets me the way you do, and-“ y/n rambled blissfully, looking away as her eyes watered.

“You aren’t dreaming,” Freddy promised, his thumb hooking under y/N’s chin. “Look at me, love,” he pleaded, helping her guide her gaze back up to him. “This is real,” he swore, cupping both sides of her face, “we’re real”.

Freddy placed a featherlight kiss on the back of y/N’s exposed shoulder as he unclipped her necklace. He carefully set it on their dresser, admiring her through the mirror. He blushed as y/n caught him staring, her eyes flickering open as his lips left her skin. He hid his face in her shoulder making her giggle. “Hair up?” Freddy mumured bashfully as he lifted up a scrunchie from the top of the dresser.

Y/n nodded and smiled at Freddy through the reflection in the mirror. She breathed calmly as his tender fingers delicately gathered her hair behind her. Her eyes trailed over his reflection as she visually worshiped the amazing man she was able to call her fiancé.

Freddy’s blush deepened as he caught sight of the way y/n was looking at him in the mirror. He never doubted her love for him, even when she expressed her worries earlier today. But, even if he had, the look on her face right now would’ve removed any trace of doubt. He smiled giddily as he finished securing her hair atop of her head.

“Ring on or off, darling?” Freddy questioned, sliding his hands down y/n’s sides. He lifted her left hand off the dresser top, thumb rubbing along the palm side of her ring finger.

Y/n spun around abruptly. “On!” She rushed out, rapidly taking her hand back. She clutched her ring and ring finger to her chest, almost in a panic again. “On,” y/n repeated.

“Darling girl,” Freddy whispered calmly. “I’m not going to take it away from you,” he said with a soft shake of his head. “I was just going to set it on the nightstand for the evening, it’s not safe to sleep with it on every night,” Freddy explained, smiling down at her. He crooked his head and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “But it’s alright, you can sleep in it tonight if you wish, either way, it’s yours; forever”.

Y/n grinned in relief and nodded. She slowly let go of her own wrist before reaching for his hand. “Did you want to change your shirt?” She asked, noticing the material probably wouldn’t be the coziest to sleep in. When he nodded with a sweet smile, she nodded and smiled back as she spun to grab a new top for him.

Freddy slid closer to y/n in their bed. He held onto her left hand and gave it a tender squeeze. With a soft hum, he lifted their interlaced hands up to his lips. Freddy pressed a long lingering kiss to y/n’s engagement ring before curling into her body.

Y/n hummed in response, wrapping her arms and legs around Freddy tightly. She buried herself into his embrace, smiling against his chest as she sighed peacefully.

“You have cold feet,” Freddy mentioned in a hushed voice. He instantly hooked his legs around y/n’s to bring her feet closer to them.

“No!” Y/n panicked, her wide eyes staring up at Freddy worriedly. “It wasn’t that, and I’m okay now,” she promised. Both of her hands cupped Freddy’s flushed cheeks lovingly as she gazed affectionately into his bright blue eyes.

Freddy’s cheeks flushed crimson as he chuckled lightly. “I meant your literal feet,” he explained tenderly, “darling”. He craned his neck to press a soft kiss to y/N’s nose as he began to rub his feet against her cold ones.

“Oh,” y/n giggled with a bashful grin. She blissfully snuggled back into Freddy’s embrace. While letting her eyes flicker up to his face, she kissed his collarbone.

“Want me to get you some slippers?“ Freddy offered, pushing some loose strands of hair back from y/n’s neck. He smiled to himself as y/n silently shook her head no before tucking her feet under his legs. Freddy hummed and used his feet to wrap the blanket under both of their legs to aid his attempts to warm her feet.

With their legs and feet intertwined, y/n slowly slid herself up on Freddy’s chest. She grinned as his arms slid back around her reflexively. She cupped his face as she stared intently into his eyes.

“Thank you Freddy,” y/n states with an audible intensity to the purpose of her words. She noticed he was about to argue that she didn’t need to thank him so she softly shook her head to stop him. “Thank you,” she repeated, locking her gaze with his. She let her eyes flutter shut before she leaned in and gave him a deep passionate kiss. “I am honored, and cannot wait, to become your wife,” y/n informed him as their lips parted.

Freddy grinned widely, his cheeks flushed cherry red. He bit his bottom lip briefly before he pulled y/n in for another kiss. “The honor is mine,” Freddy stated after the needy kiss.

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know who you are, part 1 (kiri x fem! metkayina reader)

contents: fighting, blood, confessions, kiri helping patch up reader after fight, confessions, kissing, fluff, happy gfs

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a/n: THANK YOU SOOO MUCH for all the love shown on my other stories, i absolutely adore seeing how much you guys enjoy them. hugs and kisses for everyone 🫶🏽

part two here !!

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y/n and her brother, ao’nung, were hanging out with his best friend, rotxo, when the sully family arrived out of the blue.

she walked behind her brother and spotted the dark blue skinned na’vi. she tried to look at them closer out of curiosity once they were on the beach with them but ao’nung slapped the back of head to stop her.

“ow!”

“don’t go near them.” he scolded. she mocked him and went to stand by his side.

she she looked toward them again, she spotted a pretty girl her age, studying the village persons while tugging a fishnet around her.

y/n smiled softly before kiri turned to spot her. her expression softened but she quickly looked away when a tsurak flew over the family.

they ducked in fear and looked over to see it was y/n’s father, chief tonowari.

he landed in the water and cautiously made his way toward the family while still walking with pride.

they talked for a while, ronal insulted the family, ao’nung made fun of them, but y/n was too distracted to pay attention.

she didn’t even pay attention when her mother started to insult the children, calling them demons and showing off their disfigurements.

well, she didn’t until she caught a glimpse of kiri’s face.

they calmed down and tonowari managed to convince ronal to let them stay.

and he later assigned his children to teaching the newcomers children how to swim and live in the water.

“this is ao’nung, tsireya, and my youngest, y/n.” he said proudly.

“thank you. thank you- uh, this is my son neteyam, kiri, our daughter..” jake sully pointed to kiri.

y/n smiled at her and kiri shyly returned it.

“my son lo’ak, and our youngest daughter tuk.” he patted tuk’s head gently and she smiled brightly.

tsireya offered to help take their things to their new home and y/n was about to go with her.

tonowari held her back for a moment though, with a stern look.

“i will only tell you this once. be nice and do not cause trouble.”

she sighed with irritation.

“i mean it.”

“you always assume the worst of me, father-“

“y/n.”

“okay! okay, fine. i promise.” she shrugged. he nods and sends her off to help the family.

the second y/n turned around, she rolled her eyes with the most annoyed face any teenager could make.

she made her way to kiri’s ikran, watching the creature with caution.

“hi.. uh, i’m y/n.” she said to kiri.

“i know. nice to meet you.” kiri nodded.

“here, i can help.” y/n took a heavy bag filled with kiri’s extra clothes and accessories from her hand.

kiri smiled softly. “thank you.”

“follow us. we’ll take you to your new home.” she nodded.

they walk across the woven bounds walkways to an empty marui. kiri hesitated while entering the marui, seeing how different it was to her old home.

“do you not like it?” y/n asked kiri.

“it’s okay. just very different:” kiri shrugged,

“you will get used to it soon. uh, where should i put this?” she asked kiri.

kiri shrugs and looks around the little corners in the marui. they settled on one and they put kiri’s stuff down.

“i should go. we’ll be in the reef later for your lessons. i’ll see you there, right?” y/n asked, trying to hide her excitement.

“yeah. sure.” kiri shrugs, not looking up.

y/n frowned a bit. she didn’t want kiri to be disappointed with her new home.

“i know you probably miss your old home but you’re going to love it here in the reef.” she said to her quietly.

kiri looks up at her. “i hope so.”

y/n smiled and left the marui after briefly greeting kiri’s parents. she followed her sister to the beach near the coral reefs.

her and her siblings and rotxo waited around on the beach for the children to arrive.

“i can’t believe we got stuck with the forest freaks.” ao’nung grumbled.

“shut up!” y/n snapped while sitting atop a boulder.

he glared at his sister. “how would you like if you moved to a whole new place and the kids there made fun of you?” she grumbled.

“well, it’s not me, so who cares.” ao’nung muttered.

“hey, she’s right.” tsireya scolded.

“whatever. this whole thing sucks.” he muttered to rotxo.

he laughed quietly when the silly kids arrived.

“hi!” tsireya greeted.

they all waved and mutter quiet greeting while tuk was so eager to say hi to them.

they told the kids about the reef and the animals that lived within it and the metkayina friends didn’t think twice about diving into the water.

the group swam into the open waters with animals and coral making their home shine with color and beauty.

as they swam deeper and deeper, closer to the ocean floor, they noticed the omaticaya kids kept floating near the surface.

y/n looked over at her friend, rotxo.

“what’s wrong with them?” he signed.

y/n simply shrugged and looked back up at them.

tsireya signed to them, “come swim with us.”

they held out theirs hands with confused faces and y/n couldn’t help but laugh.

as she stared up at them, she noticed that kiri wasn’t with the two older boys and her little sister.

the friends swam up to the surface to talk to them.

“what’s wrong? are you tired?” y/n asked them.

“you’re too fast. wait for us!” tuk whined, wiping her face and breathing heavily.

“aw!” y/n muttered.

ao’nung and rotxo caught up with his sisters.

“you are not good divers.” ao’nung said.

“maybe good at swimming through trees, but..”

tsireya slapped the back of his head before he could continue.

“you’re just not used to it. we’ll teach you how to swim like us.” y/n said to them.

“alright but what’s this.. finger talk? we don’t know what you’re saying.” neteyam asked, waving his fingers.

“sign language. we can teach you that too.” tsireya said to him.

“wait, guys, where’s kiri?” rotxo asked the group.

her brother started to look around them.

“kiri?”

“where’s kiri?”

y/n looked around the surface and kiri wasn’t anywhere there. she dived into the water and swam to the coral reefs near the village.

she found kiri swimming with an ilu and smiling while petting it.

y/n smiled at how pretty she looked and swam closer to her.

once she approached her, she waved her hand to grab her attention. she waved her hand, gesturing to kiri for her to follow her and the two girls swam back up to the surface.

“i found her. she’s okay.” y/n breathed out once they were with the rest of the group.

the kids ended up spending the days together, teaching them to hold their breath, teaching them sign language, and about the animals and how to ride them.

y/n’s crush on kiri grew larger by the day, and so did kiri’s.

one day, kiri wanted to be on her own. not in a lonely, depressing, no-one-likes-me way.

in a cute aesthetic alone girly way. she laid in the shallow waters by the beach, facing down and watching the crabs hide under the sand.

when ao’nung and some of his friends were wandering around the beach, they found kiri in her position.

kiri was entranced by the animals until the bullies came to ruin it. she heard them say something and lifted her head up to see who was saying things.

“hm? did you say something?” she asked kindly, standing up to look at them properly.

ao’nung’s smirk grew. “are you some kind of.. freak?” he asked.

his other friend continued teasing. “he asked if you were a freak.”

the others laughed under their breaths.

kiri scoffs. “no..”

she tried walking past them but they surrounded her.

“are you sure? i mean, you’re not even real na’vi.” ao’nung chuckled.

“just look at your hands.” he pointed to kiri’s hand.

kiri tried ignoring them but they wouldn’t get out of her way.

ao’nung then got a hold of her hand. “i mean, look at them!” he laughed tauntingly.

kiri glared at the boy and snatched her hand back. they started making fun of her other attributes before her brother come up to the beach to tell them to back up.

y/n had just finished hunting and was making her way down the beach, from the far side of the village.

then she saw her brother and his friends pulling lo’ak’s tail and pushing him around, calling the siblings names. she grew incredibly furious.

she dropped her things on the sand and rushed over.

she pushed her brother off of lo’ak.

“what’s wrong with you?” she scolded.

“y/n, go home. we’re just having some fun.” he said, rolling his eyes.

“it doesn’t look like they’re having fun.” she responded.

she turned to look at kiri. “are you okay? are you?” she asked lo’ak.

lo’ak scoffs and steps away from the friends to stand by kiri.

“we’re fine.” kiri said.

“listen to your big brother, little girl.” one of ao’nung’s friends said. he shoved her shoulder and she glared at him.

“don’t touch me.” she hissed

“what are you going to do? cry?” he teased, pushing her once more.

“you’re friends with these freaks now?” another asked y/n.

ao’nung stepped in. “alright that’s enough.” he shoved them away from his sister.

he looks down at her. “just go home. you’ll probably make things worse for us anyways.”

she rolls her eyes. she looks at the siblings who were now joined by neteyam, who was out swimming and heard all the yelling before coming to see them.

“come on. let’s get you home.” y/n sighed out,

they started to walk off the beach with y/n behind them and the friends started taunting the siblings as they walked away.

y/n heard all the hurtful things coming out of ao’nung’s mouth and was disappointed. she had looked up to him her whole life and then she finds out that this is the kind of boy he wants to be.

“she’s a freak just like that one.”

y/n sighs and turned around. the one who most annoyed her was the friend that looked like rotxo. but was uglier.

“what’d you say?” she slowly made her way to the boy.

“i said you’re. a. fre-“

before he could finish, y/n threw her fist into the boy’s jaw, making him stumble backward, and then another time. this time and uppercut to the chin, making him fall over.

she shook her hand a bit, feeling her knuckles pulse from hitting him so hard. she looked down and her knuckles were bright red.

“y/n!” a stern voice called out. y/n paused in fear and glanced over to see her father charging over to the group.

they all tried shuffling to get out of tonowari’s way before he looked at the scene in front of him.

the boy’s nose was bleeding and was being held by his friend and the siblings were watching in fear, amusement, and admiration.

in that order. neteyam was scared for y/n, lo’ak thought she was the coolest person ever, and kiri didn’t know whether she wanted to be her or be with her.

“we’re going home.” he said quietly. he stepped aside and y/n started walking down the beach while holding her fist in her other hand.

as y/n walked past kiri, she smiled softly at her before continuing.

once the father and daughter were in their marui, he didn’t waste any time in scolding her.

“what did i tell you? hm?” he asked.

she sighed. “do not cause trouble.”

“but you go ahead and cause trouble anyway.” he grumbled.

she kept her eyes down at her feet, still holding her fist in her other hand.

“you are constantly disobeying my orders. what am i going to do with you?” he sighed angrily.

“father, ao’nung and his friends were making fun of kiri and her family. i was defending them. i didn’t-”

“that doesn’t mean you can hit people. ” he said angrily.

she sighed and looks down.

“you will be punished. no riding your ilu for a month, do you understand?”he said, pointing his finger at her.

y/n looks down at her fist before up at her father again.

“yes, sir.”

tonowari nods leaves the marui for her to be on her own and y/n tries her best to scream quietly.

she didn’t want to be alone at home, so she left and went back to the beach to patch up her fist.

she was struggling the wrap the bandages around her hand and kept cleaning up blood so it would spill everywhere.

“need some help?” someone asked. y/n looks up and sees kiri’s head peeking out through large plants growing out of the sand.

“oh.. kiri, hi.” y/n smiled.

kiri walks over and sits with her legs crossed in front of y/n.

she helped clean the wound before slowly wrapping it.

“you punched that boy.. because of you? right?” kiri started.

“what?”

“you punched him because he called you a freak.” kiri repeated.

“no, i punched him because he called you a freak.” y/n said.

“you didn’t have to do that, you know.” kiri sighs.

“why?” y/n muttered.

“he’s right. i am a freak. you shouldn’t punch people because they’re right.” she said softly.

“kiri, he was not right. you are not a freak because you’re different.” y/n said.

kiri stays looking down at her hand.

“but i’m still different.”

“so? it’s good to be different. do you know how boring it would be if we were all the same?” y/n said, laughing slightly.

kiri laughs along too. she finished up with the bandages and turns y/n’s hand over so her palm is facing up.

“i think your hands are cool.” y/n said.

kiri looks at her with an amusing look. “what? really?”

y/n nods. kiri smiled and looked back down at their hands.

“and i also think it’s cute how you have small fangs.” y/n chuckled.

“that’s a weird compliment.” kiri said looking up.

“i mean what i say.” y/n shrugged.

kiri laughs slightly. “no one’s really said that to me before. my brothers usually make fun of my fangs.”

“why? you’re so cute.” y/n smiled.

kiri’s heart was pounding outside her chest. she never thought of herself as cute until y/n said something.

“you know you don’t have to say.. these things right? i know i’m weird,-“

“kiri, you are not weird. and you are not a freak.” y/n grumbled.

kiri’s eyes widened at her sudden change of tone, making y/n laugh softly.

“i know you think that because you’re born from a human that you’re weird and different and a freak but honestly?.. you’re really cool!”

“huh? how am i cool?” she laughed.

“well, first this hair. it’s so silky and thin.” her hand rose to kiri’s short hair and she fluffed it up and down.

“you don’t have to sit for hours having your hair braided, do you?” she asked kiri, taking her hand back.

“i guess not, but-“

“and your hands! come on, compared to yours, mine are more weird. look.” she put her hand up to kiri’s and they put their palms against each others.

kiri’s hand was slightly bigger with her pinky finger sticking out.

“and what are these? you have hair on your face.” y/n put her fingers up to kiri’s eyesbrows and she traced them with her thumbs on each hand.

“uh- okay, y/n-“ kiri sputtered, pulling her head back slightly.

“so cool! you’re like a super na’vi.” y/n muttered in admiration.

kiri laughs and takes her wrist, taking her hand away from her face. her grip softened and she held y/n’s hand in hers.

“you’re my friend now.” y/n said.

“and it’s important that my friends are comfortable with themselves. and know how to care for themselves.” she continued.

it seemed almost impossible for kiri to look y/n in the eye. she felt that if she would, she’d kiss her and wouldn’t be able to stop.

“it’s important you know who you are. you are not a freak. not a weirdo.” y/n said. every word that poured out of her mouth was true.

kiri breathed out and finally replied. “i’ve been told things like that my entire life.. but i don’t think i have believed it until you said it.” she said, sounding almost surprised.

“why is that, kiri?” y/n asked. she was genuinely curious as to why kiri was just now believing this.

y/n’s face was now just an inch away from kiri’s. she wanted to kiss her but wasn’t sure if she actually should.

neither of them were sure. but they knew they very much wanted to.

kiri’s head mixed with how she should answer y/n and whether she should just kiss her.

they still held each other’s hands and y/n was beginning to lean into her.

“i think it’s because.. i like you. more than i’ve ever liked anyone.” kiri said softly. she grew lost in y/n’s bright blue eyes that shined like aquamarine.

y/n’s heart picked up the pace, hearing kiri’s words. she smiled softly before leaning in closer and kissing kiri.

all their problems disappeared in an instance. kiri’s hand went up to y:n’s head where she held it.

they pull away for a moment to look at each other before smiling into another kiss.

y/n’s bandaged hand went to the back of kiri’s neck as she kissed her, feeling ecstatic now that she knew kiri felt the same way.

after years of believing it was bad for kiri to be different, it wasn’t until she met her that she realized that being a freak is not who she truly is.

and it’s time she stopped believing it.

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cummin-n-cryin · 2 years

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The unrequited love tweel story was so good! Would it be possible to give it a good ending? I understand if you wanted it to stay angsty though. I love your writing!

~Thank you for your request!

Requited Love - part 3

Jade Leech + Floyd Leech x gn!reader (all separate)

Tw: angst to fluff

Wordcount: 800 + 600

SideNote: This is probably the final part to the Unrequited Love stories. Sry if this kinda sucked or is a bit all over the place I'm not always the best at writing a happy ending. I hope this was okay!

~Jade Leech~

"Jade wait!"

Your cry echoes through the cold air.

He stops walking. But Jade doesn't turn around to face you, lest you see the tears that softly glide down his face. Even as your hand touches his clothed back, he refuses to face you.

He just can't. He can't allow you to see him like this. His face wet with tears, his emotions so open and exposed for all to see. He's too afraid of the humiliation and shame he may feel if he does look at you.

Your voice is soft as you speak, "Jade I…" You trail off, growing quiet.

He stands still as a statue as he feels you slightly tighten your grip on the back of his jacket. Your silence torments him. His nerves and blood are frozen solid while at the same time burning with desire for you to do something, anything. Anything to break this silence you're both stuck in.

He'd rather you just go on and tell him how cruel and manipulative he is. Go ahead and tell him more of how you could never love a man so evil, untrustworthy, deceitful, whatever it is you're going to say. Just say it. Spit your poison into his face. Hit him. Just do something. He already knows you'll never return his feelings. He knows he's a terrible person. He knows.

So, why? Why are you doing this? Grabbing onto him like this, are you trying to be empathetic? After all the cruel words you just said to him? Are you doing this to rub it in more? To hurt him more than you already have?!

Jade's blood burns and his fists clench as his frustration grows. He can't stand it anymore. He can't wait for you to continue talking. He readies himself to rip your hand off of him and push you away.

"I love you too."

Everything stops.

The whole world is silent. He feels nothing, he's cold and hollow. He feels like a husk. You spoke in barely a whisper. He wasn't even sure if he heard you say it.

He is suddenly overwhelmed by his emotions as the realization of what you said dawns on him. His emotions burn through his veins, a combined mix of relief and affection among many other more complex emotions. Tears run down his face at a quicker pace as these feelings consume him and with these emotions, he finally has the courage to face you.

You're crying too.

But, he makes no move to help you. Instead he watches you as you cry. He knows he should comfort you and Great Seven knows he wants to. Yet, he can't help but still feel the frustration and pain your words made him feel. So, he simply did what he could in that moment and asked you the one question that's been burning through his mind, "Why did you lie?"

As you tried to wipe your tears off of your face you told him that you were afraid. You had believed the rumors of how manipulative he was and while you knew that the rumors of his manipulative and deceitful nature were partially true, it was only when you saw the look of utter sorrow within his eyes when you rejected him that you realized he truly did love you. That all the kindness and consideration he had shown you was not him trying to manipulate you, but was him trying to show you how much he cared for you.

You also believed that it was impossible that someone like him could ever love you. He always seemed so perfect. He was always so calm and collected in any situation, always knowing what to say and how to say it, always got what he wanted and was simply quite frightening because no one could ever tell what he was thinking.

Jade let out a quiet laugh as he grabbed your hands, holding them. "My dear, I do not blame you for believing what others have said about me. Admittedly, I have done things that may have hurt others. Though, it is simply my job to teach those what happens when they break a contract. I am most definitely not perfect as you may have already noticed."

He chuckles a bit, "But, I hope you believe me when I say.." He leans in close, breath tickling your ear as he continues, "That I will always love you and that I swear to never abandon you." He places a gentle kiss upon your cheek as he leans away from you.

Still holding your hands, he looks at you, "Now, why don't we go somewhere more… private. Just you and me." You agree and he holds your hand as he guides you. He admittedly is still a bit embarrassed about you seeing him in such a pitiful state but, if it meant getting to hold your hand like this he'd do it all over again.

Jade truly is happy to be so in love with someone like you. His dear, his love, his most trusted companion. He has so much he wishes to show you, so much he wants to experience with you.

He loves you so, so much.

~Floyd Leech~

"Floyd come back!"

You yell out to him as you chase after him through the botanical garden.

Floyd doesn't turn around to look at you instead, he walks even faster to the exit. He just wants to leave. He's so angry and upset. He knows the moment he turns to look at you he won't be able to hold back his frustration anymore.

He can hear your footsteps grow nearer. In response, his fists clench as he tries to walk even faster. Can't you take a hint? He doesn't wanna see you anymore! He can't even stand the thought of being near you right now! So why are you chasing after him like this?! Why are you still trying to talk to him after you said all those mean things?! Are you that stupid!?

His anger burns through him as you grow even closer and he can't stop himself from what he does when you grab the back of his shirt.

The moment you touch him he quickly turns around, his eyes blazing with fury as he grips your arm. He uses both of his hands to roughly shove you, making you fall on the ground.

Before you can recover, he yells at you as tears stream down his face, "Why are you still trying to talk to me, haven't you hurt me enough?! You already told me how shitty of a person I am. What more do ya want to say!? Are you just trying to rub it in more?! What do you want!?"

His yells echo through the botanical garden and as he tries his best to regain his composure. He looks down seeing your shocked face.

After a few stunned moments you whisper as tears full your eyes, "I'm sorry."

Seeing you cry in front of him hurt him much more than he thought it would. It was worse knowing he was the one to make you cry. Maybe he was a bit more mean than he should've been but you hurt him. Was it really wrong of him to tell you how you made him feel?

He isn't sure what to do other than to walk away at this point. You've told him how you felt about him and he's told you how you made him feel. What more is there to say?

But before he could turn and walk away you spoke, "I lied.. I lied because I was scared and I just didn't know what to do! I didn't know what to do.. So I made up all these excuses and I'm sorry..."

Floyd is quiet. All he can do is stare down at you as he tries to process what you said.

After a few quiet moments, he crouches down, sitting on the floor he reaches out and grabs you. Slowly, almost carefully, he brings you closer to him, hugging you.

"You're so stupid Shrimpy. So stupid..." He murmurs while resting his head on your shoulder as he continues to hug you.

He is relieved. While he is glad that the whole thing was just a massive misunderstanding, he can't help but feel confused.

So he quietly asks, "Does that mean you love me back or..?"

"Yes Floyd." You replied.

"Ah, okay."

You're both quiet for a few moments, listening to the sounds within the botanical garden. Floyd then suddenly gets up, dragging you up with him.

"Aha! Shrimpy loves me~!" He says in a sing-song voice as he spins you around with him before pulling you into his chest and tightly hugging you.

He laughs a bit before growing quiet.

"Y/n.. I'm sorry." He whispers in a serious tone.

Your a bit shocked that he had used your real name but you whisper back to him, "I'm sorry as well Floyd."

Soon enough, he pulls away from you, grabbing your hand he starts dragging you along with him with a big smile on his face.

It's a rough start to your relationship that's for sure and you both have a lot to talk about but, for now, that can wait. Now that he finally gets to call you his, he's gonna go above and beyond to show you how much he loves you.

Because you're worth that and so much more. You're his favorite shrimpy and he loves you more than anything!

#twst x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #jade leech #jade leech x reader #floyd leech #floyd leech x reader

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julieverne · 5 months

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"I don't understand why you're so scared of zombies," Maura said in a casual tone as she used the microscope. "You know the dead don't come back to life."

"Yeah, well, they did once, and see how well that turned out for us, huh? Found that damn hand when it was almost too late. I really-" Jane's voice cracked, and Maura looked up with curiousity. "I really thought I'd lost you that time."

Maura remembered the terror, the dawning realisation that yet another man she'd been attracted to was a criminal - a serial killer, that time - and then Jane's arms wrapped tight around her, the soothing little noises Jane made as she held Maura. The reassurances, the fierce press of Jane's lips at her hairline, the way Jane grasped her with hands that Maura knew hurt. The way she'd clung to her, aware Frost and Korsak were working around them, calling in paramedics and a different team from Maura's office than usual. People who wouldn't know Maura had been involved with Dennis. And even with the realisation that Dennis had intended to kill her for saving him, had intended to kill her for the symbolically mothering act of giving him life, intended to kill her because he'd kept killing once she'd brought him back, she felt a calm sense of safety in Jane's arms.

She always did.

Jane looked worried now, that little furrow in her brow when she thought she'd upset Maura.

"Shit, I didn't mean to bring it up."

"Actually, I think it does help to think of him as a zombie," Maura said smoothly, but not smoothly enough because Jane came around the desk then, one hand resting on Maura's back. It slid up to the tension between Maura's shoulder blades, then down, resting just above Maura's sacroiliac joint.

"I kind of wish I'd killed him," Jane admitted, her hand stroking Maura again, the lights low, only the night crew working. Dennis was dead, at his own hand, and Maura knew how it felt to want to have hurt someone who had hurt Jane. When Danny had bled out on the sidewalk, Maura cradling Jane's lifeless, leaking body, Maura had wished later that she'd given him a kick in the head before he'd finally stopped moving next to her. He was dead, but only because the bullet had gone through Jane first. She spent hours in the hospital, pacing the hallway. Angela had added her to Jane and Frankie's next of kin lists, but there were only so many hours she could spend looking down at a person she loved so much for her vitality lie completely still.

"I wish you had, too." In her nightmares, it was Jane who slayed Hoyt as she had in real life, Jane who untied her, Jane who held her as she shuddered from the muscular contractions from the aftershock of the taser. It was always Jane who saved her. And she had, in that loft. She'd shown up in time. She'd figured it out from the report Maura was too busy trying to hook up with a serial killer to receive. But she wished Jane had killed him, because she knows that would make them both feel better about it. He'd gone out on his own terms. He could have pulled Maura with him, but he'd chosen to let her go. He'd even pushed her at Jane.

He'd known.

And Jane had caught her and held her, even as the paramedics and crime scene techs arrived. She half-helped, half-carried Maura down and outside, then held her while the paramedics tried to check her over. They'd given Jane the sedative to give to Maura when they got home, and Jane had taken her home. She'd run a bath, and while she was usually a bit squeamish about Maura's nudity when it wasn't strictly necessary (for work or the gym), she sat on the edge with a beer and kept Maura company, keeping her mind off of what had almost happened to her. She'd fetched Maura's softest pyjamas and helped her into them, then warmed up dinner, holding out the sedative when Maura was done eating.

"I'll tell Ma," Jane had said.

"Don't." Maura grasped Jane's hand as she turned. "Don't leave me," Maura had whispered, feeling pathetic and needy as Jane bundled Maura back into her arms.

"I'll get Frankie to tell her," Jane compromised.

"Tomorrow," Maura insisted into Jane's shoulder. Jane was only ever like this when something bad happened. It wasn't the only time Maura needed her to be like this, and she felt sleazy for taking advantage of her trauma like that.

But she had needed Jane that night, even with the sedative calming some of her anxiety. Jane lay beside her as a sentinel, guarding her, comforting her every time she'd woken from sleep. The night had been a blur, but her brain knew she was safe with Jane. When she'd woken, daylight lazily creeping through the window, Jane had been watching her with such a fiercely possessive look on her face. A moment later it had been gone, Jane's features softening into the gentle eyes and soft smile Maura was used to seeing when they were alone. Jane's grasp on her had also softened, her hands smoothing over Maura's back.

"Hey," Jane had rasped, obviously unslept. She took her job as Maura's guardian as seriously as Frost called his blue robot an action figure.

Maura had wanted - she'd wanted something. Something she'd wanted for a while. She'd always known she'd felt safest in Jane's arms. Always known Jane loved her, would take care of her.

But she'd also known that what she wanted from Jane wasn't what Jane wanted from her, so she simply buried her face in Jane's chest and wept.

Not because of Dennis. Well, a little because of Dennis, but mostly because the people she dated because she couldn't date Jane never measured up. And they never would.

And Jane, not knowing any of this, soothed her. Jane held her close and rubbed her back, their bodies as aligned as their moral compasses. Jane, not knowing she was the cause of Maura looking for love in all the wrong men, comforted her.

And Maura had soaked in it, healing her dried roots - a family tree of criminals and their accomplices, a distance between her and Constance of Arthur's making.

And then Jane was touching her again, in real life, shaking Maura from her memories.

"You know I won't let anyone hurt you, don't you?" Jane growled, her voice low and fierce. Her hand gripped Maura possessively for a moment, then it was gone, Jane probably realising how intimate the moment had been and fleeing from the implications.

Maura looked up at her, hurt, then slid her eyes away, down Jane's torso.

"I think I'm more worried about ghosts," Maura said, to cover the awkward moment. She could feel Jane's surprise beside her. "Not literal - or spiritual - ghosts. But the ghost of the path not taken. I'm haunted by possibilities." Maura licked her lips, turning her face away. "Ian asked me to go with him. He always does, but that was the first time I wished I'd gone. And I wonder what my life would be like if I was with him. If someone else would have tried to kill me. It feels inevitable, somehow. But I'd have been working with live people. And you know how I feel about that."

Maura had thought about more than just that one moment. She though about all the ghosts of opportunities past, all the times she could have said something to Jane. All the worlds in which they could have been together.

Jane's surprise hadn't faded. There was an edge of disappointment in it, now.

"I stayed because - for so many reasons, including the legality of the work - I stayed because I love you more than I ever loved him. I would follow you into a collapsing basement, but I wouldn't leave the house for him. I would go with you to the prison hospital of a man who nearly killed you twice, even though you didn't ask me to. I would do anything for you, and you show up for me too. I couldn't trust that he'd keep me safe. But you do."

"I put you in danger." Jane's voice was strained. "I keep putting you in danger. You ran towards a burning car for me. You pulled me out of those tunnels when I would have waited for Tommy and... and Frost." Jane's voice broke again.

"You save me from danger, Jane," Maura insisted. Jane hadn't taken the bait. She'd ignored yet another confession of love from Maura, and it hurt. Maybe next time she should take that kind of chance. Maybe she should leave, and hope that whoever she found would step up for her the way Jane had.

Even if she did, she'd still be haunted by the ghost of what she could have had.

"I called him the love of my life. But I hadn't lived as much, then. I hadn't loved as much. And it would haunt me if I didn't - I have to tell you. It's been a lie I've kept too long."

Jane was fidgeting. Her thumbs under her belt, her fingers fiddling with the front of her pants until she could close them around the belt, drawing Maura's eyes down, then slowly up.

Jane was gorgeous. Maura had said as much, but it was still intimidating to have those scared, uncertain deep brown eyes focused on her like this.

"If there's one true love in my life, it's you, Jane Clementine Rizzoli." Jane rolled her eyes at the use of her middle name, but she didn't try to shush Maura. Didn't try not to hear what she was saying. "You show up for me, every day. You keep me safe. You're the first person to tell my parents how I need to be loved, and it was because you'd figured it own on your own and you were already doing it. I don't think I ever felt loved before I met you. Desired, yes. But you have seen all of me, and you have loved me anyway. And everytime I try to fool myself that some man could measure up against that, I fail."

"You had a bad run, but if you want to date me instead of the rash of criminals you find so attractive, then I guess you're in some desperate times."

"And they call for desperate measures, don't they? I can't live with being haunted by what we could have. I know you don't - I know you love me-"

"I do," Jane admitted quickly. Maura sighed; even after all these years it was a relief to hear Jane affirm it verbally.

"I know," Maura checked the level of her voice. The lab staff were still busy tonight, even at this late hour. "I know you don't want me." Maura felt her voice crack along with her heart now that she'd finally voiced the thought that always haunted her. "But it's been seven years and you deserve to know."

"I already said okay, didn't I?" Jane asked, her voice low and soft, her hands reaching for Maura and pulling her close. "I was trying to say you could do better, if you're this desperate, but I'm not - I won't complain."

"You complain about everything," Maura said, sagging in relief and being caught in the safety of Jane's arms.

"Not about being lucky enough - can we go home? Your lab gremlins are getting a free show and I'm not handing out MA+ tickets."

"Mature Audiences?" Maura asked hopefully.

Jane lowered her mouth to Maura's ear, her voice low and husky. "Implied nudity. Some sexual situations. Viewer discretion advised."

Maura swallowed and let Jane lead her out of the basement, into the parking garage, into the car and back home.

There hadn't been a question of where home was. It was with each other (but it was also, in a more practical sense, Maura's house).

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Maura woke, the body next to hers familiar, even in its nudity. She ran her palm over the plane of Jane's shoulder blade and mentally calculated several of her vertebral angles, since she had the opportunity without the clothes in the way.

Last night they'd exorcised all their ghosts. All the pasts they'd wanted with each other; the baby they'd wanted to raise together, the yearning to adopt Tasha. It had taken hours to hash it all out, mostly because Jane kept doing the most delicious things with her mouth.

"I was going to say - I forgot to say," Jane yawned and kissed Maura's jaw. "That zombies should be your worst nightmare. You know, all the safe motionless bodies you work on suddenly coming alive. And you'd have to interact with them, like people. And people are your worst nightmare."

"They used to be," Maura said, absently using her finger to measure the curve of the dip in Jane's back. "But the thing I've always been most afraid of is losing you."

Jane looked up, sunlight caught in her hair, her skin bronzed in the dawn sun. Maura could see the guilt there - Jane had shot herself, jumped off a bridge, gone after a witness without backup. Jane had shut down any mention Maura made of attraction to her. Maura had faced her worst fear.

And she'd lived. They both had. Jane smiled uncertainly, as though she wasn't sure she was worth the amount of affection Maura had for her. Maura recognised the look; it was one she'd worn often before she'd met Jane.

She kissed it right off her face. Jane cupped her cheek and closed her eyes, scrunching her face up close against Maura's.

"Please, please let this be real this time," Jane mumbled, but Maura kissed away any doubts Jane could have.

The nightmare was over; there were no more ghosts, just the possibility of a beautiful future. Together.

#rizzoli and isles #rizzoli & isles #maura isles #rizzles #jane rizzoli #rizzles fanfic #ghost #zombie

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The Sun ☀️, the Moon 🌙 & the Stars ✨

Chapter 8: Clear skies

Pairing: Alpha!Steve Rogers x Alpha!Sam Wilson x Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader

Word count: 5.5k

Warnings: some fluff, mentions of nightmare,

A/N: look who finally decided to update this series. This is a bit of a filler chapter. Trust me when I say next chapter will get spicy 👀👀👀👀

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Ch. 7

The date with Bucky was spent dancing, drinking wine and being completely honest with each other. He told you of his fears of losing you when you realized that he was a monster. That fear had bled into him losing Steve and Sam if he messed something up between the two of you. It was a bit of a heavy topic but it was a conversation that had to happen and you were afraid that you wouldn’t get another opportunity. You on the other hand explained your own fears, what if you weren’t a good enough omega. HOr they realized they didn’t need you. By the end of the night you both realized you had nothing to really worry about. You reassured Bucky you weren’t afraid of him and he assured you that neither him nor Steve and Sam would ever make you feel less than. The date ended with Bucky dropping you off at Mrs. Levy’s apartment and him giving you a sweet kiss.

That had been a week ago. Now you’re still adjusting to having a better relationship. This moment for example in which you stand in the dark in your room while someone knocks on your door. It was around 1:00 am and you know it’s not any of your neighbors, you barely even knew them. Still you can’t help but make your way to the door to check and sure enough you see Bucky standing on the other side.

“Bucky? What are you doing here? Is everything ok?” You ask as you open the door.

“I’m sorry darling. I tried to call you and it was going straight to voicemail and Sam and Steve are out on a mission so I started walking around the city..” he started to ramble, he looked so tired. You noticed he was wearing sweatpants along with a gray t-shirt, his leather jacket and boots.

“Hey it’s ok, come on in.” You open the door wider to let him in before shutting it again. “Do you want something to drink?”

Bucky shakes his head as he walks toward the couch in your living room.

“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have just shown up, you were probably sleeping.” He sighs. “It’s just I’ve been having nightmares.” He admits.

“It’s ok, you can always come find me, no matter what time it is.”

You sit next to him and place your hand on his back and start making some soothing circles.

“Are you tired?” He nods again and you take his hand in yours. Bucky moves when you tug his hand and follows you down the hall to your room.

“What are you doing?”

“We’re going to bed. You’re tired and I have to work. We need sleep.”

“I don’t think this is a good idea, darling. What about my nightmares? What if I hurt you?”

“I trust you. Now come on.” You pull on his hand but he doesn’t move.

“It’s your nest. Are you sure?”

“It’s just my bed, I don’t have a nest. And yes I’m sure.” Bucky stands in the doorway as he watches you sit at the edge of your bed, still unsure of what to do. But then you look at him and give him a sweet, tired smile and he almost melts.

Once you’ve checked your phone and plugged it in to charge you get comfortable in bed. You pat the empty space next to you but he still hesitates. You don’t rush him, instead you pull back the covers on that side and sink down further until you’re laying down. Bucky finally moves, taking off his leather jacket, boots and gloves, he finally sits at the edge of the empty side.

“Come on, hun. You need to rest.” You coo sweetly and he finally gives in. Bucky settles between your cool sheets, his head on the pillow and he sighs.

“Your bed isn’t too soft, I like it.”

“Good, now C’mere.” You open your arms to him and this time he gets closer willingly. His nose brushes up against your neck and he takes in your sweet, calming scent while one of your hands makes its way into his hair. The more you play with his hair the more he relaxes against you. “Good night, honey.” You say as you kiss his forehead.

“G’night, darlin’”

You smile as Bucky’s breathing finally evens out.

The smell of coffee wakes you up. You sit up suddenly alert, worried that someone was in your apartment before you remember that Bucky showed up during the night. His gloves are still where he left them and so is his jacket. You stretch before getting out of bed and head to the kitchen.

Bucky stands at the stove with a spatula in one hand and a plate in the other as he serves up whatever he made.

“Are you going to stand there and stare all day?” He teases without looking at you.

“How did you even know?”

“Your scent, and I heard your footsteps. Also your breathing gave you away, you’re being too loud if you’re trying to sneak up on someone.”

“I wasn’t trying to sneak around.”

“So you were just ogling me?” He turns around to finally look at you while sending a smile your way.

“Maybe, and I’m not even sorry about it.”

Bucky laughs as he sets the plate down on the counter.

“Eat.”

You look at the clock on the stove and realize you have a few minutes to spare before you have to get ready for work so you dig in. Bucky walks up behind you and places his hands on your hip as he looks over your shoulder to make sure you’re eating everything. You grab a forkful and offer it up to him, he hums in approval of his food.

“This is really good. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome darling.” He says before he peppers kisses along your shoulder and neck.

“Ok I have to go get ready for work.” You turn in his arms and pull him down to give him a quick kiss.

“I’ll drop you off at work, if that’s ok.”

“I’d like that.” You smile and disappear into your room.

“Ophelia you’re back.” You take quick steps toward her so that you can enter the building together.

“Yeah, I was going crazy in my apartment and the doctor cleared me.”

“That’s good. The second floor is a mess without you. Are you ready to start some shit?”

She looks up at you and her smile turns into a scowl. “Hell yeah I am.”

You laugh as you both reach the door. Both Ricky and Jonah are standing close by. Ricky pushes the door open and Mrs. Levy walks in first.

“Morning Ricky.” She smiles up at him and pats Jonah on his arm as she walks by. “Morning Jonah.”

“Good morning, Mrs. Levy.” They reply in unison before looking at you confused.

“Hi boys.”

“Hey. We have a meeting this morning before we open. Conference room B.” Jonah says to both of you.

“Do you know what it’s about?”

Ricky and Jonah look at each other and step closer to your desk, waving Mrs. Levy over as well.

“Don’t say anything to anyone but someone tried to break in last night.” Jonah whispers.

“What for?”

“No idea. Mr. Burke is going to give us some rules while the police investigate.”

“Could it have been the same person that attacked me?” Mrs. Levy asked, she looked scared.

“Honestly we aren’t sure. But don’t worry, we won’t let what happened last time happen again.” Jonah reassured her. “Why don’t I walk you up to your desk?”

“I’d appreciate that, thank you.”

Jonah offers her his arm and she gladly takes it before walking down the hallway. You turn and start putting your purse away before getting ready for the morning meeting.

“Should we be worried?” You asked Ricky. He sighed as he leaned against the countertop.

“I think everyone needs to be more aware of their surroundings. I would even suggest you ask your alphas for more self defense lessons, just to be safe.”

“You could have just said yes.” You say while pulling out your phone and messaging Sam, Steve and Bucky in the group chat.

“Sorry, sweets. Now come on, let's get to this meeting.”

“Good morning everyone.” Mr. Burke said from the front of the room. “I know this is a last minute meeting and I appreciate everyone for being able to join.” He clears his throats before he continues. “Last night our alarm system went off and I, along with Jonah our head of security, were called in and met with some police officers. They made us aware that someone tried to break into our facility. Now I know we had an attempted break a couple of years back and it was really nothing to worry about. This is different. Both Y/N and Mrs. Levy were physically assaulted and that is unacceptable. So until the cops are able to make an arrest we will have some ground rules that Jonah will explain.”

“Thank you Mr. Burke. We have spoken with the local precinct and they have agreed to have a couple of uniformed officers at our doors in the mornings before we open and the evenings after we close. If you have to leave at a later time please let me know so that we can have a security guard stay behind. We also want to put in place a buddy system, someone that you can walk in and out of work with until this is resolved. Does anyone have questions?”

“What if they don’t catch whoever did this?” Someone asks from the back of the room.

“Well our hope is that someone is caught soon. Jonah and myself are working on a plan to keep us safe. Any other questions.”

No one said anything but there were whispers among the staff. Mrs. Levy leaned into you and asked if you’d be her buddy and you of course agreed.

Other than the meeting and the worry about someone trying to hurt another coworker or trying to get some type of information the day was uneventful. At around noon you received a text from Bruce asking if you’d come to the tower after work.

“Hey, Sweets. We need to talk.” Jonah says while he walks towards your desk with Ricky right behind him.

“What’s up?”

“Well, Ricky and I have been talking. Since everything with Bucky went well I think it’s time.”

“For what?” You look up at him in confusion.

“For the pack dinner. You know it’s a tradition.”

“Oh come on are you kidding me?”

“We agreed to this a long time ago. If one of us gets into a relationship we have some type of get together to make sure they’ll treat you right. We always do it with Ricky.”

“Yeah well it’s because he made dumb choices until he met Jules.” You smile.

“We’re doing it and that’s final,” Ricky pipes up. “And I have Sam’s number so I can just text him about it.”

“Ok, I’ll tell them but I get to pick what we do.”

“Fine. We just want to keep you safe, sweets. No need to get upset.”

“I know and I will always appreciate you for it.”

“Ok well now that that is settled we have to go do a perimeter check. Tell us what you picked.”

“I will.” You grumble.

When the day was done you accompanied Mrs. Levy back to her apartment before you headed to the tower.

“So you just wanted to do a check up?” You ask as you sit on the stool Bruce had pulled out for you.

“Yeah, your case is extraordinary and I’d like to record a few things as time goes on.”

“How extraordinary are we talking about here?”

“There aren’t a lot of documented cases like this. Most of them are really old and they didn’t have the technology we have at our disposal. This could be a great step in the right direction to help other people that are undesignated.”

You purse your lips as you think about it. On one hand you hated being in labs and anything that reminded you of doctors and medical procedures but on the other you remember what it feels like to think something is wrong with you.

“Will it be anything invasive?”

“No, just some scans of your neck and blood work. If we ever find something worth looking into we can sit down and talk about it then.” He informs you as he pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

“Ok, I’ll do it.”

“This is great Y/N you have no idea how many people this could help.”

“I hope it really does.”

Bruce moves to another station and you follow him, sitting on the chair he points at. He moves around grabbing whatever supplies he needs. The glass doors slide open behind you and the scent is an all too familiar one. You look over your shoulder to see Sam still in his tactical gear and a large case in his hands. He hasn’t realized that you’re there yet, it’s obvious he’s focused on finding someone.

“Banner?”

“In the back, Sam.”

You turn around completely and are met with Sam. His eyes light up when he realizes it’s you. He puts the case down on one of the tables before walking up to you and kissing you in that way that says I missed you.

“This is a nice surprise, what’s going on? Everything ok with you?”

“Yes, everything is ok. It’s just a check up and Bruce wants to do some research.”

“And you’re ok with that?” Sam looks over at Bruce.

“Yeah, it’s just a quick check up. It could help other people like me so why not.”

“Ok well, don’t leave when you’re done. Steve has been dying to see you too.” He gives you another quick kiss. “I’ll go shower and come back to get you ok.”

“I’d like that. I missed you.” You smile up at him.

“Miss you too sunshine.” Sam tells you before kissing your forehead. He turns to leave and says over his shoulder. “Take care of my girl Bruce.”

“Will do.” He pushes his glasses up his nose. “Shall we get started?”

You only nod in response.

“Oh wait,” you say just as Bruce was going to start drawing blood. “I’ve been meaning to ask you, Since Bucky and Steve both have the serum, do you think regular birth control would work? That’s probably a stupid question.”

“No it isn’t. The short answer is I’m not sure. But I can run some tests and maybe develop something just for you.”

“I’d really appreciate that, thank you.”

“It’s what I’m here for.” He smiles at you.

Sam walks through the sliding doors of the lab freshly showered. His scent wraps deliciously around you the closer he gets.

“Are you done sunshine?”

“Yes, take me away from this horrible place.” You say before hugging him.

“I heard that.”

“You were meant to.” You could hear Bruce’s chuckle. Look up at Sam you say. “Ready when you are.”

“Let’s go.”

Sam intertwines his fingers with yours when he grabs your hand and pulls you out of the lab. In the elevator he stands behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. As the elevator moves up higher you can feel him scenting you. His nose moves along the top of your shoulder and toward your neck. You shiver when he gets to your mating gland.

“Sam.” you whine as you push yourself into him. The elevator dings and the doors open, effectively popping the little bubble you had created.

Sam smiles as he takes your hand and leads you down the hallway. He opens the door to his apartment and lets you walk in first. You shouldn’t be but you’re surprised how nice their apartment is. The decor is simple and the color palette is mostly neutrals or dark blues but the space is inviting and warm.

“There you are.” Steve says as he gets up from the couch and wraps his arms around your waist.

“Steve,” your arms wrap around his shoulders and you hide your face in the space between his neck and shoulder. You could feel how tense he was with how tightly he was holding on to you. “I missed you.”

“Miss you too sweetheart.”

“Hey darling, why didn’t you tell me you had an appointment? I would have picked you up.” Bucky says as he walks down the stairs to join the rest of you.

“Well Bruce messaged me around lunchtime and there’s this whole mess at work.” You say as you let Steve lead you to the couch. He pulls you onto his lap.

“What’s going on with work?”

You sigh and explain everything from the break in to the investigation and the buddy system they had put in place.

“I don’t know, it's just weird. We don’t keep a lot of money in there so why would anyone want to break in?”

“Do you have a lot of anything?”

You think through the services provided at the center. “Mostly information. We have our own type of social workers to help people fill out benefits or get help they need.”

“Maybe whoever broke in is looking for someone’s information. Especially if you keep paper copies.” Bucky offers.

You pull your phone out and you send Jonah a quick message.

“Have you had dinner yet?” Steve asks.

“Nope, I didn’t think you’d be back today so I was actually going to ask Bucky if he wanted to go out. But since you’re all here can we have dinner together?”

“Absolutely, sweetheart.”

“Alright let’s go make dinner boys, our cute omega is joining us.”

All four of you head to the kitchen, your offer to help is shut down immediately. Instead Steve picked you up with ease and sat you on the counter. The three alphas worked together effortlessly, moving around the kitchen like they’ve done it a hundred times before. They would stop in front of you and steal kisses or make you try something. Music played from a speaker they had set up. You joked and teased each other and for the first time in a long time you felt like you had a place in the world. When dinner was served Sam had pulled you into his lap instead of you sitting in your own chair.

“You’re just going to have to get used to being in our arms sunshine.” He said with a smile.

“Oh no, however will I cope with such a horrible fate.” You deadpanned and the three alphas chuckled. Clearing your throat you get their attention. “Actually there is something that I wanted to talk to you about.”

Sam, Bucky and Steve look at each other and then back at you. All of them straightening their postures.

“So you know that Jonah and Ricky and well Jules now too, they're my best friends and pack.” They nod along. “Well we have this thing where whoever is dating someone, we together to meet them just to make sure they’ll treat our friend right and fit into our pack.”

“But we already know each other.” Steve says both slightly confused and nervous that Jonah, Ricky and Jules might think they aren’t good enough for you.

“I know but it’s our tradition and it would mean so much to me. It’s like if you were meeting my family for the first time. It’s actually where I left from when we met Bucky. Jonah and I were meeting Jules for the first time. I get it if you can’t make it because of work. This was really dumb of me to ask you probably have more impor-“

“We’ll do it, Sunshine. Especially if it’s pimportant to you.”

“Absolutely.” Steve and Bucky agree and smile at you.

“Really?”

“Of course we’re sure. Just tell us when and where and we’ll be there.” Bucky sends a wink in your direction.

You sigh happily and start eating unaware of the three alphas with dopey grins. They were happy because you were happy and they couldn’t ask for anything more at the moment.

“So what is laser tag?”

“Buck, I have no clue.”

You were listening to the conversation happening in your living room and trying to stifle your laugh. Sometimes you’d forget that Steve and Bucky are literally almost 100 years old. So something like laser tag wouldn’t make sense to them.

“It’s not nice to make fun of our elders.” Sam walked up behind you. His strong arms wrapping around your waist. You laughed at his comment.

“They’re the hottest senior citizens I’ve ever seen.”

“You know we can hear you right.” Bucky leaned over just enough so that he could look at you.

“We know, and it’s time to go or we’ll be late.”

Steve and Bucky were out the door first, followed by Sam and you were last so that you could lock the door. As you step out into the hallway you tense up immediately and they notice. The spike of fear in your scent. There was a scent in the air that you didn’t necessarily recognize but still caused you to panic slightly. There was something about it that reminded you of your childhood.

“Hey sweetheart, look at me will you.” Steve’s hands cupped your face softly. He guided you so that your eyes would meet his and he could see as well as smell your fear. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“I-I don’t kn-know. The sc-scent?” You stuttered through what you were trying to say.

“Ok, it’s ok. Maybe it’s a new neighbor or someone visiting. But let’s calm you down first ok.”

You nod. Steve pulls you into his chest and you inhale his familiar and comforting scent. He tells you to take another deep breath while Sam locks your door. Bucky was already walking down the hallway trying to decipher where that scent was coming from but even with his enhanced sense of smell he couldn’t find the source.

“Do you want to cancel today? We can call Jonah and let him know.” Steve offered but you shook your head. “Ok, let’s go then. It could be good for you to get out of here.”

“Ok.”

Steve kept an arm around your waist as you left your apartment building. He didn’t let go until you reached the car and he opened up the door to let you in. You took the back seat with Bucky. He pulled you into his side and you buried your face into his neck. You stay cuddled up with Bucky until you reach your destination. The three alphas kept you entertained while Sam tried to explain what laser tag was.

When you get out of the car Jules rushes over. She had a beaming smile that faltered just for a moment when she saw you. It was still obvious you were shaken up and she immediately glared at the three men behind you. You welcomed her hug, it seemed like the presence of another omega calmed you down enough. Jonah and Ricky stand behind both of you, their arms crossed, ready to defend you if necessary.

“We’re going to the restroom first, we'll be right back.” You say with a soft smile for your alphas. All five alphas watch you and Jules walk into the building, which used to be a warehouse.

“Why was she upset?”

“We were leaving her apartment and when she stepped out into the hallway there was a scent that really affected her. Bucky searched to see if he could find where it was coming from but nothing.” Sam explained.

“And you thought bringing her here was a good idea?”

“We told her we could call you and cancel but she didn’t want to. Maybe this will be good for her, we promise we would never hurt her.”

Both Ricky and Jonah seemed unconvinced and their postures remained the same. It wasn’t until you came back out that they relaxed, but slightly.

“Hey guys, are you ready to go?”

“Yeah. Do you want to do teams or solo?” Jonah asked as he turned to you.

“Solo, why is that even a question. I don’t want any of you to drag my score down.”

You all entered the repurposed warehouse. While the outside looked old and weathered, the inside looked brand new. The place was huge and it was divided up to have an area for arcade games, a bar and your favorite thing of all, laser tag. Jonah and Ricky had been the ones to introduce you to the game when you first started. It seemed that having to learn to sneak around in your childhood did come in handy.

Once you got to the counter and paid for a 15 minute group session one of the teenagers behind the counter explained how the game works to Steve and Bucky. You pulled out your phone and even recorded them a bit, the confusion on their faces was incredible. After they were done and understood it a bit better you received your gear and the other teenager led you to the maze-like room you’d be using.

The room was dark, with only black lights lighting up the crazy patterns on the wall and carpet. There were a few low glowing lights that lined the floor so that you could move around without hitting the walls but other than that you were on your own.

“Have fun.” The kid at the door said before closing it.

“Your time starts now.” A voice said overhead and then music started to play.

All hell broke loose as you grabbed Jules’ hand and disappeared further into the room. Not before pointing your fake gun in the direction of the alphas and hitting two of them. You knew it because of the way the vest attached to the gun lit up. It was very hard for you to not laugh, considering you now had two super soldiers in the room. Before agreeing to play laser tag you had talked to Jules and planned out your strategy. It was you two against the alphas but they didn’t know it. She heads in one direction and you head in the other. You put your hand over your mouth trying to keep your giggles from giving away your position. You slowly turn a corner and run into Jonah first, you point and shoot. The. You’re running around a corner while he lets out an annoyed huff.

You’ve run into all of them except for one, Bucky. It’s the one person you’re now determined to find. Slow measured steps take you around the less crowded section of the room. You can feel him before you see him but you know he’ll shoot you and you want to win.

“Ow.” You say as you double over and suddenly Bucky has walked out from the shadows and is at your side.

“Darling are you ok? Let me see where you’re hurt.”

You stand back up and smile before pulling the trigger on your laser gun. Your arm wraps around his neck and you pull him down for a quick kiss.

“Sorry honey.”

You start to walk away from a stunned Bucky.

“Hey, that’s not fair.”

“All is fair in love and laser tag.” You call over your shoulder as you run off to find Steve again.

You find him about to turn in another direction and you shoot. He looks your way and lets out an annoyed huff. Steve stalks his way over to you and he wraps an arm around your waist.

“You’re not being fair omega.” He growls in your ear and it sends a shiver down your spine.

“Your time is up.” The same voice from earlier says and the round is over.

“Let’s go.”

You grabbed his hand and started walking toward the exit. Everyone met up just outside the door and waited for one of the people working the laser tag area to come get the equipment.

“Room three. Here are your scores.” One of the teenagers pointed toward the board.

“Seems like you keep your title as the undefeated queen of laser tag.”

“You’re damn right I do, Ricky.” You say as you hand over the vest and gun. The board still had the scores up and other than you being first, everyone else was off by a point or so except for Steve who was dead last. “Wow Stevie, that is a horrible score.”

His strong arms wrap around your waist and he pulls you into his chest.

“Well I didn’t know you were a cheater and my gun wasn’t working.”

“Sure, old man.” You smirk up at him. “We just found what you suck at.” You kiss his cheek before turning around to everyone else. “Drinks?”

*************

Jules had been a lifesaver, she had called ahead to the bar and reserved a table towards the back of the bar area. She sat on one side of the table between Ricky and Jonah while you ended up between Sam and Bucky. Steve had an arm around the back of Sam’s seat and you could feel his fingers gracing your back slightly. Apparently it was a staring competition and Jules looked the meanest.

“So…” you tried to get someone to talk but no one would say anything. “Anyone else hungry? They have really good mozzarella sticks here.”

Sam is the first to break his gaze away from your friends and his eyes soften when they meet yours. They did that a lot you had realized recently. The way they looked at you and each other was different from the way they looked at the rest of the world.

“What else do you want, sunshine?”

“I’d like for the staring contest to be over.” You kissed his cheek. “Come on, let's go to the bar and put an order in while they do whatever this is.”

Sam is more than happy to follow you. Once you’re at the bar he stands behind you, his hands caress your waist as you both wait for the bartender. Sam gives his drink order along with Bucky and Steve’s while you do the same for you and your friends. As you wait you turn in Sam’s arms just so that you can look up at him.

“Do you think they’ve calmed down?”

“Not yet, but if it makes you feel any better we are very nervous.”

“What, why?”

“Because we don’t want to mess this up. It's important to you so it’s important to us and we don’t want to disappoint you.”

You pulled away from him slightly. “You could never disappoint me.”

“I hope so, sunshine.” Sam gave you a quick kiss just as the bartender set down your order in front of you. When you walk back to your table everyone is still staring at each other.

“Ok can you cut the shit already.” You said as you placed a beer in front of Ricky.

“Sweets, this is the first time you bring someone for the pack to meet. It’s our job to make sure they’ll treat you right and do all the things alphas are supposed to do for omegas.”

“Yeah but you do that by talking, not by staring at each other.”

“Fine,” Jules says as she sits up and stares at your alphas. “If her life were in danger would you sacrifice yourself to save her?”

“Jules!”

“Yeah.”

“Absolutely.”

“Without a doubt.”

All of them answered without hesitation. You looked at each of them bewildered.

“Would you kill someone if it meant keeping her alive?”

“Yes.” Again they answered as if it was obvious they’d do anything for you.

“Works for me.” Jules says as she takes a sip of her drink.

Ricky and Jonah nod in agreement and you’re still sitting there with your mouth hanging open. No one else seemed fazed by the questions or the answers except for you.

“Is that really it?”

“Yeah.” Jules replies. “I mean let’s be completely honest, they’re avengers sweets. We were just worried someone might want to hurt you to get to them. We want to know they’ll keep you safe. Personally they’ve had my approval since the day at the park.”

“We know you’re good men. All three of you. But she’s our little sister, we just want the best for her.” Jonah added.

“Also Mrs. Levy threatened us if we didn’t make this a bit difficult for them.” Ricky added at the end. “She’s really taken a liking to you, sweets.”

“Well that’s because I’m fucking awesome. So cheers to me.”

You raise your glass and take a sip. The others snicker at your response before taking a sip of their own drinks. For the rest of the night everyone relaxes and you’re able to enjoy the company of your friends and mates. You smile to yourself because of the warm feeling in your chest. One you had felt only once before, whe. You met Jonah and Ricky.

You felt like you belonged.

Ch. 9

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