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grogusmum · 1 year

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Crash Into Me

alpha!DIN DJARIN X omega!F!READER

WORD COUNT 2100ish

WARNINGS: A/B/O Dynamics, omega reader in mild peril

A/N: The idea of Din discovering his alpha nature as an adult took hold of my brain and I couldn’t shake it, or write anything much else until I got it down, so here it is. I’ve never written a/b/o before and I don't read too much of it. So please be gentle with me.

It starts out in third person, from Din’s pov and then switches to second person when the pov opens to both of you.

It’s pretty fluffy (What? You say. Shocking, I know! Hazel replies.) and doesn’t contain smut. (I know, I know)

This here is a one-shot that could expand when and if inspiration strikes, if there is to be smut in its future, the Magic 8 Ball says “Reply hazy, try again”.

*** When reblogging or talking about Omegaverse, please remember that ‘a/b/o’ without the slash punctuation marks (/) is considered a slur for the Aboriginal people in Australia.

Din enters the local cantina. The job’s complete, but the kid needs to eat before they bring the bounty back to the client. He gently lifts Grogu out of his satchel and places him in a booth. Grogu coos and tries to climb onto the table.

“Hey don't do that, pal.”

A friendly-looking server comes up just as he settles himself and Grogu on one side of the booth with a ready warm smile.

“Welcome, traveler,” the server greets. Upon seeing Din settling Grogu beside him on the inside of the booth, she corrects herself sweetly, “I’m sorry, welcome travelers! Are you interested in eating or just a- ”

“Yes, thank you,” Din interjects. “Um, just for this one here.”

“Very well, the special today is fried gorg over pashi noodles.” she reaches over to point out a few items. Reaching past Din, as Grogu is playing with the single-page menu.

“Unfortunately we are out of roasted craw-maw and the ladnek bisque.”

Din stills when her arm crosses him, below his helmet. His helmet filters out much in standard mode, but he catches a scent he has never experienced. His head swims slightly, normally he would turn on the extra filtration, but something in him wants more.

“Oh, I apologize for my reach, sir,” she pulls back realizing she has invaded his space.

“Don’t worry about it,” Din's voice is low, lower than usual. He is taken by surprise, it’s his ‘bring you in warm or cold voice’, without any of the menace. He clears his throat. And his server does the same, he looks at her properly for the first time. Warm eyes and very cute, pretty, he decides. Her moment of fluster pleases him in a way he doesn't understand and he tries to keep from puffing out his chest. Din thanks the stars for his helmet.

“He will take the gorg and noodles,” he says. “Enthusiastically.”

Grogu watches this exchange closely.

“Very good!” her laugh is warm and genuine. Still smiling as she goes to the kitchen. Din wonders what that was all about and thinks of putting the extra filtration on again.But doesn't.

A busser delivers the food, Din thanks them politely, but can’t help but look past them to see where his server has gotten to.

Grogu digs in, just as his dad anticipated, with enthusiasm. Din is just happy he is eating a cooked gorg.

Quickly, Grogu is down to his last noodle.

“You ready, kid?”

Grogu looks up and nods, making a little mrapp sound. Seeming full and content as Din lifts him off the bench and he sinks comfortably back into the satchel.

After Din goes to settle up, he tells himself he is not put out at all that he didn't get to pay the pretty sever with the sweet smile and twinkling eyes directly, as he heads out the back. It's just the quickest way to the Crest. It has nothing to do with passing the kitchens.

The crash of trash bins behind him catches Din’s attention, and he rounds the corner to investigate. He pulls up short, seeing her against the cantina wall, a hulking human looming. The bin lids continue rolling, then reverberating like cymbals. Her look of fear sends a kick of adrenaline through Din's system, and there is a rush in his ears. His growl shocks him. He has more control than this.

When her attacker looks in Din’s direction, she tries valiantly to take advantage and kick him. He is thrown off balance, yes, but it's not enough, and he quickly has her by the arm.

“I’m only going to say this once, let her go.” Din’s hand moved to his blaster.

“I’m only going to tell you once, to mind your business.”

Grogu ducks as Din draws his blaster.

“Wait!” She shouts.

“See the omega wants to go with me.”

“I do not,” she says, pulling away, but he clamps his hand harder, causing her to wince.

Din is torn between seeing red at the pained expression on her face and the curiosity of this new information- what did he call her? Is that your name? Din holsters his blaster, his hands come to his hips.

“Fine. It seems to me, Omega doesn’t want to go with you.” Din makes himself take up as much space as he can, and drops his voice further. Surprising himself yet again today, he adds “she wants to come with me.”

Confused and again relieved to be under his helm, for after saying such a presumptuous thing, Din can't keep from wincing just a little. Regardless, he stays in Bounty Hunter mode. The woman pulls away again and walks over to Din. He almost forgets about her assailant, watching her progress. Coming to him. Almost-

“It is Omega’s grace and not mine that you are still standing. I see you again, you won’t be so lucky,” Din says only after he has stepped in front of her, completely shielded her from view.

When the other man is completely out of view, he turns and looks down at her. She is very close to him, eyes large. He catches a hint of that smell again. His thoughts lose focus-

“Omega,” he almost whispers.

She looks, he isn't sure, concerned? Disappointed?

Then she tells him her name.

“Oh,” Din chuckles, it’s just a misunderstanding. He is taken aback at how relieved he feels. “I'm sorry- he called you Omega, I just assumed it was your name.”

Now, it is her turn to look confused, but then she smiles.

“Can I escort you to your home or…”

“I thought I was going with you?” She says, a little cheekily.

Din flusters, but he is so curious about her and his feelings, that he makes no further comment, he just places a hand on her lower back and guides her in the direction of the Razor Crest.

Grogu starts to fuss, reaching for this virtual stranger.

She looks at the baby and smiles-

“Do you want a carry?”

Grogu coos and babbles, reaching animatedly.

“I don’t mind, if you don't.”

“Alright,” Din says and brings the satchel around to his front, and she scoops Grogu out. Grogu immediately clings to her shirt, telling a thrilling tale that usually only he, himself understands. But Din watches her close. She listens in wrapped attention and laughs at seemingly all the right places.

Din can see her looking at him with curiosity, a question on her lips. He has plenty of his own.

The assailant had called her omega, but it's not her name. It stirs memories. He hadn't really thought about Aq Vetina, or the lessons the Mandalorians had taught him about his unique biology in years.

This woman is not called Omega, she may be and omega. She might have omega physiology, but that would mean he is not what he thought…

After the battle droid siege that took his parent from him, Din was taken from his homeworld by the Mandalorians before puberty. They understood Aq Vetina was peopled by Alphas, Betas, and Omegas, and knew that even out of their society, Din would have to understand what it all means. They not only taught him about what it is to be any of those designations, but instilled discipline so he would be able to marshal control over the base instincts that can disrupt his ability to function in non-a/b/o society such as the Child of the Watch and much of the galaxy. But not being part of the unique group of people they of course, couldn't tell Din what it felt like.

From what Din understands about it, he has always assumed he must be a beta. But when he thinks about it, he has never knowingly been in the presence of an alpha or an omega, the two designations that would inspire the strongest reactions.

Lost in thought Din arrives at the Crest before he knows it. The Mandalorian hits a few buttons on his vambrace, lifting the security protocols, and lowering the gangway. He again guides his guest with a light hand on her lower back.

Din knows he should say something… 'welcome' or 'make yourself at home' comes to mind and is nixed immediately. He goes with-

"Watch your step."

She looks around. Her curiosity spurs her on but he can see, no feel, a guardedness too.

He reaches for Grogu, and the baby reaches back, then squawks in indignation when he is placed in his hammock.

"Sorry, Grogu. I'll come get you soon," he says as he presses the button to close the door to the bunk.

When Din turns, she is more apprehensive than curious. It comes off her in waves. He knows he needs to explain, but… he doesn't know exactly what to say.

"I'm not going to hear the end of that for some time."

She gives a small smile.

"I- um…" Din starts and stops, her eyes are so…

Din takes off his gloves.

He tries again, taking her hand-

"Aq Vetina is my homeworld, but I was saved after my parents were kiled and taken in by the Mandalorians when I was very young."

Whether she is also from Aq Vetina or just knows of it, he doesn't know, but he can see some recognition. She looks down at his hand on hers, his thumb making circles on her wrist. Her eyes close, and she hums a contented sound. The sound causes fireworks to go off in him. Din breaks away to walk over to a control panel on the wall and shuts down the lights.

You are plunged into darkness. Has your curiosity gotten you into trouble?

"As a Mandalorian, to protect my creed my face can not be seen by others," he explains from across the hold. "But I want to take off my helmet with you-"

The dark is absolute, but you can tell where he is from the sound of his voice. Then a hiss and clunk, followed by a soft fwump, fabric maybe. There is a moment of silence, then right in front of you-

"Do you understand why?"

He sounds different, no longer speaking through the helmet. And his scent- you breathe it in.

"I think so, Alph- you're an alpha," you didn’t plan to whisper.

Din is hit with your scent, now unencumbered by the basic filtration within the helmet. He takes your hand again, bringing your wrist to his nose, inhaling. You know he is restraining himself from going to the scent gland in your neck. But if you are honest with yourself, it's all you want.

Din doesn't know what he is doing, he feels untethered, almost floating. He has never felt this way, his thinking is not confused though, on the contrary it is very clear though it almost feels like someone else's thoughts.

You move closer, bringing your neck so close. Din lowers your hand-

"Can I?"

"Please, Al- Mando"

"Din, please call me Din."

You tip you head to the side, you trust he will only smell, you don't know how you know and that frightens you.

"Alright, Din."

A shiver runs through him, and very slowly, he brings his face to the juncture of your neck and shoulder and inhales deeply. He feels drunk. His training battling with instinct and training all but raises a flag of truce when your nose is buried in his now bare neck, and instinct rumbles its victory. Little does he know that that rumble escapes him until you moan in response.

"Din," you sigh. His response is quick and desperate, a growl rumbling from his chest and arms wrap tightly around you, as he murmurs your name.

How you got to the large crate you are now sitting on, you aren’t sure. Your feet dangle, legs open with Din standing between them, but he is not pressing against you. His head is tucked against your shoulder as he noses against your scent gland. Your hands in his hair,it's soft and fine. He does nothing without express permission. You have never met an alpha like this. You remind yourself he wasn't raised in a/b/o society, where the hierarchy puts him at the top, so many taught that they can just take what they want, like the alpha behind the cantina. You also can tell he is holding back, keeping instinct in check. And you are torn between incredible respect and wanting him to let go.

“I want to kiss you, may-”

“I want to kiss you too, Din.”

Din brings his mouth to yours with an urgency that scares him. He wants to live here, right here. He knows he has to marshal himself, take control. But your lips are soft and the sounds you make, he wishes he could see you-

Suddenly, there is the swoosh of a door to your right and an affronted cry that is as cute as it is furious. You smile, your lips still against his.

“Time’s up, I guess,” Din sighs.

"For now."

THANK YOU FOR READING 💚

You can find more of my writing here, and if you are interested in being tagged for this or any of my other works, here is my taglist form.

#a/b/o dynamics #din djarin x you #din djarin x f!reader #alpha din #a/b/o au #din djarin fic #din djarin x female reader #the mandalorian #pedro pascal character fic #omegaverse

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ladyveronikawrites · 1 month

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THROWBACK THURSDAY: SELF TITLED ERA❤️🍃

Thank you to my pals in the server helping me find all these amazing pics! Enjoy💜

#throwback thursday #bad omens #bad omens band #bad omens cult #noah sebastian #nick folio #nicholas ruffilo #joakim jolly karlsson #jolly karlsson #vincent riquier

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itsokjunii · 2 months

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hey hey its ya boy juni

alrighty so uhhh this isnt really meant to alarm people at all, but more to warn others in the near future ig (plus i kinda suck at explaining so bare with me alr?? thisll all be explained from my experience, so please feel free to add on!! dwjjhwjwq)

okok so recently, there was this one miiblogger by the name of "IsaactheMii", who'd mostly post abt stuff like miitomo, miitopia, TL, etc etc.

so like. you may be thinking, "whar?? didn't isaac get deactivated??" thats exactly what im gonna cover dude!! this is to get some confusion out of the way :-D

recently, i made a post abt like, if you give a hc to my mii, i'll hc yours, and isaac decided to participate,, in a way that wasn't so uhhh sfw in a way?? heres one example lmao

i really don't think he was tryna be like, creepy in a way, or at least thats what i think?? idk idk but it kinda made me and the other dudes of miiblr uncomfortable, and just really, he'd always portray my mii as a bully and say sum transphobic stuff about him,, and this snapshot is just A PEBBLE compared to these nexts chats,, so come suffer with me!! :*]

cringe up ahead watch out

alright so uhh lets move to the discord chats shall we!!! im gonna say like, about 2 months ago?? damn not even a month actually,, isaac joined the miicord server, and like. he did small stuff like, bashing others opinions and spamming stuff, to starting fights with other members,, (sadly i dont have proof cuz hes banned but majority of miiiblr should know know what i mean yeah??)

eventually, the drama got so bad, to where isaac deactivated his acc as a whole, about a day ago. making a shitty apology post saying that he "messed up" with me and another user, just kind of guilt tripping all of us, only to piss off the majority of miiblr more lmao

eventually later, isaac got banned from miicord for whatever reason me thinks?? but i was told that he told everyone in there to oof themselves, which just led him to ban evading and making another account

eventually he didnt even last a day,, not even an hour,, and he just said some pretty nasty uhhh

stuff to miicord,,

unfortunately, this is all the snapshots i could get from my brilliant pal in crime, @wii-no-ma on discord. but i think yall get my point,, isaac has done some pretty nasty stuff in the past, from saying the most toe curling, eye widening, jaw dropping shit, (ohhh man cut that out,, that aints funny) to just straight up sending death threats to people bruh

anyway, thats all i really needed to post lol. obviously its nothing alarming to the point where miiblr is in danger and whatnot, but i decided to make this for future purposes in case isaac does decided to come back yk?? anyway this next bit is for isaac

ay isaac, if youre uhh reading this,, youre like. always allowed to rejoin miiblr, just please dont expect us to like, welcome you back in open arms or anything yk?? what you did and said was like. really arrogant and immature, but we cant stop you from rejoining miiblr. may things go the way you want in the future and that you'll get the help that you need soon. cheers.

big thanks to @wii-no-ma and @evanorasworld for the snapshots :]

#non serious post #miiblr #sorry if this sounds like a massive shitpost lmao #i swear i tried to explain this the best that i can

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utena-fanmerch · 5 months

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Items:

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D) Keychain charms

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W) Bromide cards ("celebrity photos")

Items are acquired via online lottery, though they might (inevitably) also end up on third-party seller pages sometime.

Original tweet and links under the cut!

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staghunters · 6 days

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Happy Birthday to her! Vampfic Jackie you will always be famous :3

Alt Version and ramble under the cut haha

Wowza, a whole year!

Wouldn't have thought it to feel so long and short at the same time. If I had to look at all the stuff that happened inbetween posting that first chapter and whatever I'm doing now, there's so much change in there. And definitely all for the better!

I've met so many cool people in the span of this year. Very noteworthy case being @ordinaryhorror, since we started talking because of vampire!jackie, and then werewolf!jackie, and before you know it, you're on a train to Spain hugging the biggest dork in the world (love ya, my buddy, my pal). Oh no now there's a series rewatch, Ah no now a discord server and mutuals and aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa so many nice peeps!

Talking about fandom as something Big in my life feels a bit cringe, but in this case that rings very true. I think I put somewhere before that, ever since I got into YJ, my inspiration for making things has spiked for the first time in over a decade.

AND for the first time it really got me into writing fic. So that's why this is a bit of a special occassion, since the vampfic was the first multi-chapter thing of considerable length that I started with. It really forced me to think about a number of things like: - how the fuck do I outline things - what's good pacing - this could be a fun thing to include, but would it make sense - aaaaa multiple characters interacting and they all have their own personality and likes/dislikes about others aaaaaaa

A great lesson!

I liked working on it, and where the story ended up. I don't really re-read it except for the comments and chapter 7, since of that one i really am proud. On other fronts I feel that if I were to stare at it for too long, the flaws would begin to annoy me and I would want to fix things, which is not something I want to do.

If anything, I want to put the same level of energy into a new project.

Thanks for reading! And if you didn't, still super-duper thankful to have you here. Just knowing that there's people in the world that vibe with what I think of/make really is enough to me

Cheers <3

#yellowjackets #the vampfic #doodl #jackie taylor #technically the bday is on the 26th (tomorrow) but I'll count it because of leap day #digital art #clip studio paint

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btw-its-tamanna · 3 days

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Appreciation April

For : someone who wouldn't like to be tagged 🥺

My bhai , Gawar bhaiya , Vics ki goli, KYN, annoy karne ke liye best target, Saste Tanmay Bhatt, Saste Zayn Malik, gyaani insaan, pedo bhaiya , Simp bhaiya and what not

From : Aapki annoying bhen (kya matlab one sided bhen kyunki aap rakhi pe gift doge hi nahi or raksha to khudki hi nahi hoti aapse 😋)

Dear GAWAR BHAIYA

Ha bhai aa gayi firse aapko annoy karne 😋 meri nayi hobby hai ye 🤌 So yeah main bhot hi zyada achi writer nahi hu or na hi aap mai kuch appreciate karne wala hai okay okay sorry 😭 Main pehle hi bol rahi hu main acha nahi likhti so no expectations.

So lemme remind you of that unfortunate day , the day you got me a annoying, nakhrili, kainchi jaise zubaan wali, ladki as your bhen 😭 Ha so yaad karo the day you entered the server main active thi and we did that honey Singh ka song "love dose" ka lyrics completion. Uss din ke baad istg maine aapko Jo mere Punjabi gaane ke obsession se tang kiya hai I am sorry for that 😭 Ik aapko ek pal ke liye lemonade irritating lagta hoga but yk mera obsession 🤌

Thanks for always being there, Thanks for roasting you-know-who, Thanks for doing lafde in server, thanks mujhe annoying bolne ke liye, Thanks mera blog stalk maarne ke liye , Thanks mera Akash Thapa se obsession khatam karne ke liye (nahi bhai ek abhi bhi hai) , Thanks humesha mere against jane ke liye, thanks entertainment ka source banne ke liye, Thanks exist karne ke liye, Thanks hector bhaiya ke sath b(romance) karne ke liye main abhi bhi hasti hu usse yaad karke, Thanks for everything 🤌Thanks server pai Punjabi gaane bajane ke liye since the day you came to know about my love for them.

Y(our) Vibes

Some Songs Forever You ✨

Aapki baraat pai dance karungi iss gaane pe istg 🤌

Baaki ha last but not the least Remember I am annoying only for the people who are my favourite so if you think I am annoying to samajh jao and yes Aapne Mera sahi description diya tha "iss server ki sabse choti , Pampered and annoying ladki"or ek secret batau uss din VC pai main hi thi.btw sorry agar kuch bura laga ho to 😭 yk na bachi samajh kar maaf kardo.

Signing off

With love, Always 🖤

Desire 🤍

#Appreciation april #for someone jiske liye aaj tak kisi ne kuch dedicate nahi kiya #Spotify #SoundCloud

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melanieph321 · 7 months

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Ruben Dias x Reader - Top Spies Part 2/8

Ruben and Reader are super spies, who have to pretend to be a married couple on vacation as a co-signed mission. A enemies to lovers fic, very sweet and funny!

Enjoy!

"Mr and Mrs Moreno, your room is ready!

Captain Harlow had you and Ruben fly out to Madeira the same evening that you received the mission. You and Ruben arrived at the hotel just before dinner time.

"You can have the bed, I'll take the couch." Ruben said, as you entered your neat little suit. It was a five star hotel so even the cheapest rooms looked expensive.

"Don't be silly. Housekeeping we'll be coming in and out of this room all the time. They'll think it's strange if they find bedding on the couch. It's best we don't do anything that will draw any unusual attention to ourselves."

Ruben just grunted in response and disappeared into the bathroom.

He's just mad because he knows you're right, you thought. Many men were like that. Too blinded by their egos.

You heard Ruben run the shower water. You told him not to take too long and that you'd go ahead down to the hotel restaurant and reserve a table for dinner. It was a fancy place, not just hotel guest dining there.

"Table for two Mrs Moreno?" The waiter at the door asked.

"Yes, that would be great thanks."

"Right this way."

You followed the waiter through the restaurant and towards your table. He left you with the drink menu and assured that he'd send your husband this way once he arrived.

"What's that you're wearing darling? Such a beautiful dress."

At one point whilst you were waiting, a lady accompanied by her family, leaned over from the next table to complement the dress you were wearing.

"Thank you. It's Alexander Mcqueen."

It was a sleevless red gown that hugged your shape like and hourglass.

"It's lovely. I think he likes it too." She winked.

You frowned, not sure who she was reffering to. That is, until a giant shadow was casted before your table.

"Ruben."

You looked up. His gaze was intense and no trace of a smile or amusement on his face.

"Please, sit." You said as he kept staring at you in that intimidating way. At least he dressed up, you thought. Suit and tie. And shaved.

"The waiter hasn't come by yet. He said he would wait for you."

Ruben nodded his head and disappeared behind his menu.

You rolled your eyes and prayed for the girl that would end up marrying Ruben in real life. What a pain.

Observing the crowd you noticed that there weren't many families at the hotel. Only a few young people. The youngest, seated at the table next to you, with the lady that had leaned over to complement your dress.

"What?"

You jumped as Ruben's foot nudged yours under the table. He was looking up from his menu, noticing your drifting gaze.

"The people here.....They are..."

"All guests of Alejandro Martinez." He confirmed.

"How do you know?"

A complecant smile twitched the corner of his lips. "I hacked into the front desk computer."

"How? I was with you when we checked in."

"Yes, but as you were busy with the receptionist, I planted a USB into the front desk server, downloading all the necessary information we could need."

"I see."

He couldn't have thought of that himself. Franklin must have suggested it. He was the best technician at the agency, providing all the best gear and gadgets for the missions. Of course he would give the best stuff to his pal Ruben.

"Why the long face Y/N?" He teseased.

"All I got was a watch and a gun."

"Cute."

"In which way are these people connected to Alejandro Martinez?" You asked.

"See that guy." Ruben leaned forward, pointing to a man at a table across the room. "That's Martinez lawyer and advisor."

"And the woman with him?"

"That's his wife. You see that man over there..." Ruben pointed to another party at the next table. You were trying to keep up but the smell of Ruben's cologne distracted you a bit. "...that's his long time business partner Andrés Fierro."

You frowned "Andrés Fierro, the swindler?" He was a known criminal, often charged with magnificent forgery.

"They're all special guests of Alejandro Martinez."

"Why bring them all here?" You asked.

Ruben shrugged. "Where else can they go on vacation and do illegal business at the same time?"

"Do you think Martinez encourages his guests to do that?"

"It's his own private resort. He can do whatever he wants and so can his guests."

You sat back, your mind racing with newfound ideas. The warm breeze carried the scent of saltwater and tropical flowers, and the sound of the waves crashing against the shore created a soothing background noise. But then, suddenly, everything changed.

A child at the table next to you started choking on a piece of food. His face turned blue, and he began to gasp for air. Ruben, who had just called over the waiter to take his order, immediately sprang into action. He rushed over to the child's table, grabbed him by the shoulders, and performed the Heimlich maneuver. The child coughed up the food, gasping for air, and Ruben held him upright until he was sure he was okay.

The room erupted in applause, even you felt your heart swell.

Abençoe! Abençoe você e sua esposa! (Bless you, bless you and your wife.)

It was the lady that had complement your dress earlier. The boy must have been her grandson. She stood and embraced Ruben, kissing him on his cheeks. He looked flushed and slightly embarrassed by all of the attention from the crowded restaurant. The waiters sprung forwards to make sure the young boy was taken care of. They also assured that you and Ruben would be dining on the house tonight, free of charge.

"What a night." You sighed as you and Ruben arrived back into your hotel room. Ruben saved a child's life. Maybe it was pure instict but there was no hesitation when he got up from his seat to help that little boy. For some reason you had always thought of Ruben as selfish and self-centered. Hopefully tonight proved you wrong.

"Which side do you prefer?"

"Huh?"

You had been reminiscing the night when Ruben entered your bedroom, wearing nothing but sweat pants. Your eyes traveled to his naked torso, not hiding the fact that his many abs drew your attention.

"Of the bed?" He said, a smirk on his lips.

"Oh."

You looked to the bed. It was kings sized, big enough for both of you to lay in without touching.

"Left side is fine." You shrugged. However the low grunt that left Ruben's mouth questioned your decision.

"What?"

"I usually sleep on the left side."

"Um...then why did you ask me?"

"I was hoping you'd pick the right side."

"Well I didn't, I picked the left side."

He curled his lip and sighed. "Fine."

"Great."

You slipped into the bathroom to remove your make up. Once you came out, all freshened up, Ruben lay in bed on the right side, his back turned to you. You slipped underneath the covers but quickly realized that what you were wearing was too hot to sleep in. It was only appropriate to sleep with pants on, but since Ruben was comfortable sleeping half naked, why shouldn't you be?

You slipped out of bed to remove your sweats, but that's when you noticed an unusual clenching of Ruben's back muscles, as if he wasn't comfortable in his current sleeping position.

"What's wrong?" You asked.

"I....my shoulder." He grunted, back still turned to you. That must have been why he wanted to sleep on the left side, his right shoulder was hurting.

"Just turn around." You said. He probably didn't want to sleep facing you, but how silly of him if he had an old shoulder injury bothering him.

"You sure?"

"Ruben, please turn around." You joined him in bed as he did.

His expression was tense, eyebrows furrowed.

"What happened to your shoulder. You asked laying you head down on your pillow with your body facing his way.

"A mission gone wrong." He said, a low grunt escaping his mouth as his muscles finally relaxed.

"What happened?"

"We were in a shoot out, me and my partner. I ended up getting shot in the shoulder and he..." His voice hitched, the words not able to escape his mouth.

"Is that why you don't do co-signed missions anymore, because of what happened to your last partner?"

Ruben looked to you but said nothing. His eyes were big in the night, a bit terrifying.

"Ruben what you did today, saving that kid..."

"It was nothing." He grunted, shifting his body so that he wouldn't be facing you directly anymore.

"It was amazing and brave." You said.

Eventually silence fell in the room. Somewhere the ocean met shore with it's crashing waves. The sound made you drift off to sleep, however, not before hearing Ruben's faint words being spoken back to you.

"Thank you."

#fanfiction #football imagine #ruben dias #man city #manchester city #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias imagine #footballer imagine #footballer x reader #football angst

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nopanamaman · 8 months

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Have you meet some nice people because of PAFL? I have seen that you interact a lot with your followers, isn’t it a little bit annoying sometimes? If you have met some people because of that, have you ever became closer enough to care about some certain people? Not specifically friends, just people you can call acquaintances.

As an expectant, I think I would personally be a little annoyed because im not that extrovert, but I don’t know how is it in your case. I’m curious, you really seem so open to interact with your fans… Hope this doesn’t sound rude.

Oh dw I hate parasocial shit a lot

There is a clear line between being nice and wanting to be close with somebody, and I wish more people understood that

Like I have met some great friends thanks to PAFL, that's true. But it's always been through occupying the same general space for literal years, like discord servers and so on

When someone randomly messages me out of the blue and tries to become my pal it's like. Ok that's cute and all but i don't know you. I don't need any of this. I'm 24 years old I'm working two jobs I have conference calls i fill out tax forms. Do you understand. I talk to accountants. Do you get it

#I don't mind general dms you can ask me shit or whatever #Just don't expect me to be besties with you lol #asks #blog

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my-soupy-brain · 8 months

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LOVED the making out with jason blurb so much!!! the yearn is real, my friend. could i ask for more firsts with him? first fight, maybe? first time making up?

Absolutely! A little angst always leads to something spicy, right? I'm gonna see where this goes. So let's goooo!

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Relationship: Jason Sudeikis x reader

Warnings: Angst + smut

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Your time out with Jason was always fun. Dinner and drinks, private most of the time.

So when he asked you to some bigger events, you were more than happy to join him. He was thrilled to show you off, show his friends and family how happy he was he found you.

He'd gone through some heartbreak. He'd made some mistakes. He was trying to put himself back together, and then you came alone.

Like a lost puzzle piece.

He laughed easily with you -- loved your bright smile and electric personality. Your sense of humor matched perfectly with his. And he loved the ease and comfort you found meeting people in his inner circle.

The dress you had on was new, hugging you in the right places. A tall pair of fall boots, your hair wild and free but styled and sexy. You were a sight for sore eyes after all his back-and-forth travel lately.

Walking into the event with him was a dream. You smiled up at him, he smiled up at you.

When you walked to the bar to get your drinks, his eyes lingered. Sure, he was a celebrity, but he's still amazed you wanted him. His confidence had been shaken a little in the past few years, and he wants to hang onto you for dear life.

Chatting with a friend, he looked over at the bar where you were waiting for your drinks.

And that bartender was gazing at you a little too much.

You threw your head back and laughed at something he said.

He kept mixing your drinks, smiling at you.

Jason was trying like hell to listen to the person talking to him. But he couldn't look away.

When the bartender put the drinks in front of you, he expected you to swing around and head back to him. But you didn't. You leaned on the bar and the bartender laughed.

And then you laughed.

And Jason's heart felt like it was shattering. You finally nodded and waved, grabbing your drinks and smiling as you headed back to him.

But his eyes left yours, and he went back to his conversation.

"Hey, babe, here's your drink," you offer, Jason taking it without saying much more than a mumbled, "Thanks."

His friend left the conversation and made their way around the room and you saw him take a hard sip.

"Hey, Jas, you OK?" you asked, touching his arm, which he shook off.

Uh-oh. What was going on?

"Fine," he said, taking another drink, not making eye contact.

"What's... what's going..."

Before you could finish, the bartender was in front of you.

"Another drink, sir?" he asked Jason, flashing a grin at you.

"Not from you, pal," Jason said, clenching and twisting his jaw as he answered.

"Jason...what..."

"I'm sorry, sir. Can I help you with something?"

Jason takes the last swig of his drink and sets it on the bartender's tray.

"No. You can help me by staying away from my girlfriend."

The bartender's eyes go wide, and he mumbles a sorry and takes the tray and empty drink back to the bar.

"Jason, what has gotten into you?" you ask, your eyes wide in shock. You've never seen him treat a server this way. Ever.

"Me? What about you? What the hell was that?" he asks, his voice lower now. "Flirting with the bartender? C'mon."

Your mouth drops open, and you cross your arms.

"Flirting. With. The. Bartender. Okay, I can't begin to tell you how wrong you are..."

Jason chuckles rudely. "You might think I'm wrong but I'm sure as hell not blind."

You're trying to keep your cool. You're partly hurt, partly mad, partly in shock...

"Jason, my God. I was not flirting. That guy knows someone I went to college with, and we were just..."

"You were just fielding your options. I get it."

"Sweetheart, no. No! God, no. First off, he's like 10 years younger than me. So no thank you. A BIG no thank you to that. But most importantly, I'm madly in love with you."

Jason's eyes dart back to yours.

You'd been together a little while, but the L word hadn't been uttered yet.

You nod and your eyes connect with his.

"You heard me."

He doesn't know what to say. He hasn't heard that word in...

"Love? You're in love with me?"

You smile and chuckle, cupping his cheek in your hand.

"You forgot a word there, Jas. Madly. I'm madly in love with you."

Jason blushes and pulls you to his chest, tilting your head up to look at him. "Madly."

You nod. "Madly. So are you done being mad?"

He chuckles and kisses your lips gently. "I'm done being mad, but not done being madly in love with you, too."

The bartender makes his way around the room again and tries to flash you a smile, which you ignore. Jason stars at him with daggers in his eyes.

"He was flirting with you though," Jason whispers in your ear. "And he's still trying."

"Barkin' up the wrong tree, that one," you joke, kissing his lips again. He laughs at that. He ropes his arms around you and holds you tight, leaning into your ear.

"You wanna get outta here?" he asks with a husky voice.

"Why? Don't you wanna stick around and hang with your friends?"

He shrugs a shoulder.

"I'd rather take you home."

You smirk and bite your lip, leaning into his ear.

"I'm game. I wanna show you how madly in love with you I am."

He grabs your hand and heads for the door, texting his friends on the way out that he needs to get home.

In the back of the town car, your lips don't separate, drinking each other in. His hands down your chest, under your dress, over your thighs. He tugs you over his lap and you squeak in surprise.

"Mine," he murmurs against your neck. "Mine."

Your body burns with desire, your hungry hands running through his hair, down his short beard, down his broad chest...

Luckily the town car pulls up outside his place and he rushes you out the door before you get in trouble for indecency. Once the door to his apartment closes, he's got you against the other side, a thigh hitched to his side.

"Mine," he repeats again, his lips and teeth working across the soft skin of your neck.

"Yours," you murmur in reply, breath coming in short. "Yours."

He takes you to the bedroom, and unzips your dress, sitting you on the bed to take off your boots. He kisses up your calves to your thighs, and then crawls over you on the bed. You love being caged by him like this.

Once he's over you, you coax him to his back, working his shirt off, and kissing and nipping down his chest, across his nipples, down his belly, your hands trailing after you.

"Mine," you whisper to his skin, and he watches you from above with wide eyes.

You kiss your way back up, hovering over his face, his lips hungry for your kiss.

"I would be some kind of fucking fool," you start, kissing his collarbone, his neck, "to want anyone but you."

Your hands work down his body, something he's self-conscious about even on his best days.

"You drive me absolutely wild with lust," you whisper, leading back to his lips. His big, warm hands are on your back, down the curve of your waist and hips. "And I'm so goddamn madly in love with you I physically ache."

He closes his eyes and savors your words. Your fingers drag down his body again.

"Fucking perfect," you say, your eyes starry with adoration. "These big hands that hold me, the way your forearms flex when you roll up your sleeves. This strong, broad chest, and this warm, masculine body... and this chest hair that makes me want to scream..."

He just watches you worship him. This is new to him. This praise. This adoration.

Your fingers work open the buckle of his belt, his cock hard behind his pants. When you unbutton and lower the zip, you slip your hand inside. His hips twitch as you touch him.

"Fuuuuuuck," he breathes out, watching you pull his jeans down, which he raises his hips to help you do.

You nibble his hips, his thighs. He's alert and standing at attention when you finally wrap your lips around him and he moves a hand into your hair as he watches you.

As you move against him, he whispers, "Mine," again. And it makes your core throb. When you pop off him with a wet sound, you look up at him. "Mine."

"Yours," he answers.

You crawl back up and he rolls you to your back, holding you, kissing you, your bodies tangled in the sheets together, his lips on your neck. When your bodies connect you both moan and smile, returning your lips together.

"Baby..." he breathes against your neck. "God, baby...you're it for me..."

You run your fingers through his hair and down his shoulders, your body reaching the edge of pleasure with each thrust. Sweet whispers and moans and noises of love fill the room.

When your body clenches around his, your head thrown back in pleasure, he smiles as he brings his lips to your neck, following behind you with a heavy moan and stuttering hips.

You let him lay in your arms, against your chest, your breath catching between you.

"Do you believe me?" he asks quietly. And you tilt your head to look at him.

"You're it for me."

You smile and kiss the top of his head.

"And you're it for me. Remember -- madly in love. Madly."

He hugs you closer, kissing your collarbone, neck, and then your lips.

"I just hated the idea of anyone looking at you the way I do, I guess," he murmurs. "I don't want to lose you."

Your fingers play with his hair and it makes him hum and relax.

"You won't lose me," you answer quietly. "I don't wanna lose you, you don't wanna lose me. There ain't a thing to lose. We're it, babe."

He looks at you and delivers a gentle kiss, rolling to his side and pulling you into his embrace. "Good, because you belong here. In my arms. And I belong here. With you in my arms."

"Damn right, babe."

#jason sudeikis x reader #jason sudeikis x you #jason sudeikis rpf #jason sudeikis smut #spicy!

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