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kyra cooney-cross x reader | 2.7k | after a few days of feeling lost, confused and being distracted at training, kyra decides to confide in lia about her feelings for you

ˏˋ°•*⁀ this is part of the pair of pests universe. thank you for being so patient with me on this part! i know it's taken a while but i'm still thankful for all the support :)

‘Kyra, the goals over there. Maybe we need to put some big arrows pointing towards it for you,’ Alessia laughed, watching Kyra miss the goals yet again. None of her shots today at training made it anywhere near the goal, which ignited the harmless comments from some of her teammates.

‘Maybe if you weren’t daydreaming about a certain Catley then you’d get one,’

‘You’d think you’d be hitting the back of the net constantly if you wanted to impress her,’

Kyra’s head shot around after the comments from her teammates, making sure neither you or Steph were anywhere within earshot. She really didn’t want you or Steph to hear the teasing comments. The comments weren’t unusual. There had always been the odd comment every now and then. But since realising and accepting her feelings for you, the teasing comments felt like they had intensified. Bordering on overwhelming, since Kyra’s head was everywhere but at training.

It had only been a few days since the other night when Kyra had the realisation, but it had been messing with her head a little bit. The days at training Kyra was noticeably different. Nothing was going right for her. Her mind, a million miles away. You were the only thing on her mind. She was confused and distracted.

One part of her didn’t want to ever risk changing your friendship by confessing her feelings for you. She didn’t ever want to lose you, you helped Kyra more than you would ever know. Kyra was scared that you would distance yourself from her if she ever said anything.

But another part of her knew that eventually she wouldn’t be able to keep pretending that she didn’t have feelings for you. Kyra knew that one day she would have to confess her feelings for you and face a possible rejection or leave your life without ever knowing if there was a possibility that you could like her back.

Though Kyra felt foolish everytime she thought you might feel the same. Thinking that she was getting ahead of herself and trying to see something that wasn’t there just because it’s what she wanted. It would be the ideal situation, but she knows to keep her hopes low. Besides, things like that only ever seem to happen in the movies, and this wasn’t a movie.

It was a lot for Kyra. Lia could see that. She had always kept an eye on Kyra, ever since she joined arsenal. Making sure to try to create an environment where the younger girl might feel safe and supported no matter what was going on, ‘Hey are you alright?’ Lia took the opportunity while they were resting on the side watching another group of girls take over the drill they were running through.

Kyra was sitting on a ball sipping on water when she felt Lia’s hand on her shoulder and the question directed at her, ‘Yeah, I’m fine,’ Lia saw the way Kyra looked around before answering. Like she was seeing who was around before she replied. She could feel how tense Kyra was just by the touch on her shoulder.

‘Come on, partner with me,’ Kyra smiled softly and followed Lia. The further the two went from the main group the more Kyra visibly relaxed. Lia and Kyra continued doing partner drills, joking around and chatting amongst themselves. The distraction was welcome by Kyra, since Lia came over she’d only been focused on training and hadn’t let her mind wander back to you or anything that was overwhelming her mind earlier. It wasn’t a complete fix but the temporary distraction was nice for a bit. Even though it had only been a few days Kyra was slowly starting to feel like she was losing her mind.

‘Did you want to come over?’ Kyra hesitated a little. She wasn’t sure if any of the other girls would be around, not knowing if she could handle being around a lot of people right now, ‘It can just be the two of us. No pressure, you just seem like you need some time away from everyone where it’s more quiet,’ Lia quickly added when she noticed Kyra’s hesitation.

Kyra thought it over for a minute. She was also supposed to hang out with you again, but honestly Kyra could use this to help her, maybe help to settle her thoughts. She felt that maybe she could trust Lia with her thoughts and feelings, and maybe Lia might have some advice for the younger one, ‘Yeah I’d like that. I just need to sort something out and then I’ll be over, thank you Lia,’

Lia pulled Kyra into a hug, ‘You don’t need to thank me. It’s what friends are for, I’ll always be there for you,’

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You were in the locker room getting changed after training, headphones on trying to decompress after the session today, when you felt a familiar pair of hands rest on your waist and head lay on your shoulder.

You smiled and reached up to take off your headphones, ‘Hi Ky,’ Your voice was just above a whisper. Though your smile fell a bit when you turned your head to look at her. Kyra had a small smile on her lips but you could tell something wasn’t right. Kyra’s smile seemed slightly forced, like something wasn’t quite right but you couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was. She didn’t seem upset or anything, Kyra just seemed off in a way you couldn’t describe.

‘Hey,’ Kyra whispered back, she somehow always made rooms full of people feel like it was just the two of you, ‘Somethings come up, can we rain check?’ Kyra pouted slightly, feeling bad for cancelling on the plans the two of you had.

Your eyes glanced down towards Kyra’s lips where you noticed the little pout she was giving you. You thought it was cute. Looking away biting your lip slightly before glancing back at Kyra, trying not to let your eyes drift again and giving her a small reassuring smile, ‘Yeah of course Ky. Is everything okay? You can always tell me anything, you know that?’

You felt Kyra cuddle into you more, her arms fully wrapping around your waist, ‘Thank you, but it’s nothing for you to worry about,’ You felt Kyra’s breath against your neck with each word she spoke. Your heart was racing a bit more than usual, your hand soothingly rubbing along her lower arm that was around you, ‘You’re too sweet to me,’ You heard Kyra sigh, barely above a whisper. You felt your cheeks heat up but chose to not comment on the last bit she said.

‘I’ll see you tomorrow the girls are all going out, you’re still coming?’ You were hopeful that whatever was going on with Kyra wasn’t impacting her enough to miss out on a night out with you and the girls. Specifically, you didn’t want to miss out on spending a night with Kyra.

‘Yeah, I wouldn’t miss out on that,’ Kyra knew she had to let go of you at some point, but being around you made her feel better. You help make all her problems feel so far away. You just make Kyra feel better, like nothing else matters in the moment, ‘Wouldn’t miss out on a night with you. I’ll see you tomorrow,’ Kyra mumbled out quickly. Without hesitation, without thinking, Kyra’s lips were on your cheek, giving you a small kiss before pulling away.

For the both of you it felt like a natural reaction, like something Kyra had done a million times before. It wasn’t something completely unusual for your friendship but it felt different. You stayed in place even while Kyra had left grabbing her things on her way out.

‘Y’know might want to be a bit more careful,’ Katie’s voice next to you brought you back to reality, leaving behind any thoughts you were having about your interaction with Kyra. Confused by Katie’s comment, you turned your head towards her furrowing your eyebrows, ‘You and Kyra, unless you’re gonna tell Steph,’

‘Tell Steph what?’ Your voice was low and if any one else was listening they would be able to hear a slight panic in your tone, ‘We’re best friends, Steph knows that. That’s all,’ You raised your eyebrow at Katie before continuing to pack away your things.

‘Okay, sure,’ You rolled your eyes, you didn’t even need to see her face to know she was smirking, ‘Just saying, no one would care. We just want the best for everyone here, even the pests,’ Katie patted your back, a slight rub while you smiled at her comment, a slight laugh slipping past your lips.

‘I’m happy Kyra’s my best friend,’ Katie gave you a nod, you sounded like you were trying to convince yourself more so than anyone else. But there was nothing anyone could do to push along the progress, you had to realise and accept your feelings in your own time. Soon enough you were on your own again but not for long, only until Steph called out for you to see if you were also ready to leave.

‘Everything all good with Kyra?’ Steph asked you once you had both settled into the car. She noticed Kyra seemed a little bit different throughout training. She wasn’t completely her normal self. Barely anyone could get a smile out of Kyra and Steph kind of missed Kyra’s mischief during training.

‘Yeah, you know she gets more clingy when she’s tired’ You shrugged. The lie easily comes out of your mouth. It wasn’t a complete lie, the truth being you really had no idea what was wrong with Kyra. But you didn’t want to think about that. That your best friend who always tells you what’s wrong or just anything like that, didn’t tell you. You know she doesn’t have to tell you everything, but you couldn’t help the pit that formed in your stomach wondering why she didn’t confide in you like normal and if you had done anything wrong, ‘Drive faster I want to see Calvy,’

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‘I’m not going to push you to talk about it. If you need just the company without talking about what’s bothering you then we’ll do just that,’ Lia was the first to speak since Kyra entered Lia’s apartment. Kyra settled on one of the stools at the kitchen counter, watching Lia finish off the last bits to the dinner she was making for them, ‘Just know I am here for you. All the girls are, they just have a different way of showing it. Whenever you’re ready if you want,’

Kyra looked at Lia with a small smile. She was incredibly grateful for the friendships she’s made within the team in a small amount of time. Especially the friend she’s found in Lia. Unlike the others Kyra would potentially consider talking to about her feelings, she knows that Lia isn’t one to outright tease or make fun of her. The others mean well but they can be a bit much. Sometimes all Kyra wants and needs is someone who will listen or just be around without the teasing comments.

‘I know they mean well but the teasing can be a bit much,’ Kyra’s voice was small. She always tries to brush off every comment, it was easier before she realised she had feelings for her best friend. Kyra could reduce any teasing comment down to it not being true. But now it was true, everything felt different.

Kyra helped Lia carry everything down to the table, ‘There’s no pressure. I want that to be clear,’

‘I think I like,’ Kyra started but cut herself off shaking her head, picking at the food in front of her, ‘No, I know I like Tiny,’ Kyra couldn’t keep it inside and Lia always made her feel calm and safe. Enough that Kyra blurted out the main thing that had been bugging her the last few days, ‘But I don’t know. I’m scared. I don’t know if I should tell her, I don’t want to lose her or risk ruining anything. She might not even like me back and then I’d feel stupid for telling her. What if she hates me for this? Why does it all have to be so hard and confusing?’

Lia continued to just listen while Kyra poured out everything that was on her mind. Once Kyra started she kept going until the weight had lifted off her shoulders and she felt like she could breathe again. Kyra kept looking down at her food, slight tears coating her eyes but not enough for any to fall. Part of her is glad to finally get everything off her chest but also she wishes the ground would swallow her whole so she doesn’t have to face what Lia might say.

‘Kyra, one thing I know is that Tiny could never hate you. Anyone can tell how much she loves you. Even if it’s just as friends she wouldn’t leave you. I know you know that,’ Lia’s voice was soft but also firm, wanting her words to sink into Kyra’s head. Regardless of if you liked Kyra the same way, Lia was right in how much love you have for Kyra even just as a friend, ‘No one but her could tell you whether that love is more. But it’s understandable to be scared. You know in your heart when you are ready to tell her, don’t force yourself but listen to yourself. I’ll be right here the whole time no matter what happens,’

Kyra nodded along, offering Lia a small smile in appreciation to her words. Being able to talk through this with someone was a better decision than bottling it up until Kyra eventually exploded, ‘Thank you Lia. It’s hard to listen to myself but I guess that is the only thing I can do. At the end of the day I’ll still have everyone regardless and I have to remind myself of that,’

Lia smiled back at Kyra, ‘Now…tell me, what is Tiny like?’ Lia smirked trying to lighten the mood and take Kyra’s mind away from the bigger more serious thoughts that were no doubt racing through her mind.

‘Where do I start?’ Kyra joked, a wide smile taking over her face just at the thought of you, ‘I kind of wish I was with her tonight, I miss her smile and laugh. She just gets me and knows me in a way that no one else ever could. I’ve never wanted more with someone as much as I want this with her,’ The rest of the night Kyra spent gushing over you, while Lia just listened and occasionally made a teasing comment amongst the endless support she made sure to keep reassuring Kyra with.

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You were laying on the couch. Calvin laying on top of you, more like squashing you but dog cuddles were your favourite part of the day, they made up for not getting any Kyra cuddles, ‘Stephy, you expecting someone?’ You heard the knock at the door, Calvin pushing hard on your stomach making you wince when he got up to stand at the door tail wagging.

‘Oh yeah, Leah’s coming over for dinner,’ Steph poked her head out from the kitchen to tell you before disappearing to finish off the food she was cooking.

‘Hey Le, when are you gonna learn to cook?’ You smiled, laughing a little while greeting Leah with a hug before letting her into the apartment, ‘Figured you just kept Wally as your personal chef,’

‘You’re a little shit you know that,’ Leah rolled her eyes, shaking her head at you, ‘Kyra’s at Wally’s and I wasn’t allowed to intrude so here I am,’ Your smile dropped slightly after hearing that Kyra was with Lia. Kyra cancelled on your plans to be with Lia instead. It was weird Kyra didn’t tell you. You were sure that if Kyra liked Lia then she would’ve told you about it.

The thought of Kyra liking someone didn’t sit well with you. Your stomach churning at the thought, ‘We weren’t even your first choice,’ You clutched your heart, faking being offended at Leah’s words. Joking around to cover up how you were really feeling, ‘No more Calvy cuddles for you,’

You grabbed the dog up into your lap away from Leah. Holding onto Calvin a little closer and a little tighter. Hoping the dog in your lap would help ease the thoughts swirling around in your mind.

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sunkissed-zegras · 18 hours

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★ YOU AND ME, WE'D BE A BIG CONVERSATION─── PB⁵ (part 1/3)

❪ requested -> "paige x famous!reader (singer, actress, up to u) inspired by endgame by ts where p reveals that r is her celeb crush in an interview and a few days later theres a vid of r responding to it saying shes been obsessed w paige lately / its such a big deal bc r has been involved in a lot of romantic drama lately so everyone is kinda iffy abt her rn, causing her to put up a tough guard. but p sees thru the facade when they start talking and allows her to be herself, making r fall even harder 🥹 " ❫ for my disco nonnie!

─ warnings | gossip, a lot of drama and random ass names (sorry i get confused when i don't name them), mention of panic attacks, hurt to comfort, pretty sure nothing else?

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"Y/N L/N, ONE OF the biggest names right now in the music industry has found herself at the center of yet another romantic scandal involving her ex and now, reportedly a new lover."

The 22-year-old pop sensation, who recently topped the charts with her latest single, was spotted last night leaving an upscale Los Angeles restaurant with actress and heartthrob, Camilla Harrison. The two were seen getting into the same car, sparking rumors of a budding romance.

This sighting comes just weeks after Y/N's highly publicized breakup with fellow musician Lauren Marie, with whom she had a tumultuous on-again, off-again relationship for over two years. The split was reportedly mutual, with both parties citing busy schedules and the pressures of their careers as contributing factors. However, sources close to the couple suggest that Marie was unhappy about Y/N's close friendship with Harrison, which began on the set of her recent music video where Marie made a cameo appearance.

"Y/N and Cam have undeniable chemistry," says an insider. "They've been spending a lot of time together, and it's more than just a professional connection. They're trying to keep things low-key, but it's clear there's something more than friendship between them."

Despite the drama, Y/N continues to thrive professionally. Her upcoming album set to release in the next couple month, is already generating significant buzz. Critics are calling it her most mature work yet, with deeply personal lyrics that reflect her recent experiences.

Meanwhile, Harrison, 26, known for her roles in blockbuster films and her good looks, has remained tight-lipped about the rumors. Her publicist declined to comment, stating that Marie is concentrating on her upcoming film projects.

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"Okay, next question," the reporter smiled as she scrolled through her phone as Paige gave a tight-lipped smile toward the camera. "Oh! Found a good one, okay. Who is your celebrity crush right now."

"That's easy!" Paige laughed as she glanced toward the reporter. "Y/N L/N, she's beautiful and insanely talented,"

The room filled with laughter as the reporter raised an eyebrow, clearly delighted by the response. "Y/N L/N, huh? That's a popular choice these days, a lot of people are big fans. Have you met her?"

Paige shook her head, her cheeks slightly flushing. "Nah, I wish. But I'm a huge fan of her music. Every song is a masterpiece and I'm not usually into pop,"

"Interesting," the reporter leaned forward, intrigued. "You know, there are rumors about Y/N's love life all the time. How do you feel about all the speculation surrounding her personal life?"

Paige shrugged, maintaining her relaxed demeanor despite the stupid question. "I think it's tough being in the spotlight like that. People forget that celebrities are human too. Everyone deserves a bit of privacy, I'm more interested in her work and what she brings to the music industry rather than whoever she's dating."

The reporter nodded, appreciating Paige's perspective. "Absolutely. It's refreshing to hear someone focus on the artistry rather than the gossip!"

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"Okay, quick. Who's your celeb crush right now, other than Cam," Bowen Yang, grinned at you, raising an eyebrow as the audience laughed, eagerly awaiting your response.

You laugh (and decide to ignore the comment about Cam), feeling a slight blush creep up your cheeks. "Oh, come on, Bowen, you can't put me on the spot like that!"

Bowen leaned in, his grin widening. "Come on, Y/N, the people want to know!" He pointed to the crowd as they cheered, causing you to put your face in yours hands.

You then take a deep breath, pretending to think hard. "Fine, if I have to choose... I'd say Paige Bueckers. She's incredible on the court, and I've seen some interviews with her ─ she seems like such a cool person."

The audience erupts with loud cheers, causing both you and Bowen to laugh. Bowen's eyes widen, clearly delighted by your answer as he clapped. "Ooh, scandalous! Paige Bueckers, I love that! Have you met her?"

You shake your head, smiling. "No, not yet. But I did see a clip of her saying some really nice things about me recently. It was super sweet."

Bowen's face lights up with excitement. "She was practically gushing over you, this is perfect, we need to make this happen. Maybe you could collab, I don't know how but uh, if anyone could make it happen, it's you."

"Thank you, I think?" You laugh, nodding. "Totally, we'll see what happens."

Bowen turns to the camera, his enthusiasm infectious. "You heard it here first, folks! Y/N and Paige Bueckers, the crossover we never knew we needed but now desperately want!"

The audience erupts in applause and cheers, and you can't help but smile at the idea. Bowen turns back to you, his tone shifting slightly more serious. "Alright, before we wrap up, I have to ask ─ how do you deal with all the attention and rumors about your personal life? It seems like you're constantly in the spotlight."

You take a moment to gather your thoughts, caught off guard by the serious question. "It's um, definitely challenging at times, but I try to focus on the positive aspects. I love making music and my fans. As for the rumors, I just remind myself that I can't control what people say or think. I stay true to myself and the people who really know me, and that's what matters most."

Bowen nods appreciatively. "Wise words, Y/N. And that's why we love you so. Thank you so much for being here tonight."

"Thank you for having me," you reply, genuinely touched by the support.

"And that's Y/N L/N!"

The crowd erupts in cheers as you genuinely smile, happy for the support, waving toward the audience.

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"Hey everyone, welcome back to the podcast I'm Lila, and today we've got a lot to talk about. Y/N L/N is at the center of yet another romantic scandal, and there's even a new twist involving basketball star Paige Bueckers. Let's dive in!" Lila said, her enthusiasm palpable.

"Yaya, so excited," Maya chimed in, adjusting her headphones. "So, Y/N was spotted last night leaving an upscale LA restaurant with actress Cam Harrison. They got into the same car, which has everyone buzzing about a possible new romance."

"Yeah, and this is just weeks after her very public breakup with Lauren, I think that's her name? It's been a whirlwind, to say the least. But honestly, I think Y/N is handling it all pretty well. She's focused on her music, and she's just living her life. What's your take, My?" Lila asked, leaning in slightly.

Maya sighed, her skepticism evident. "I don't know, Lila. I get that she's young and living her life or whatever, but it feels like there's always some new drama with her. First Lauren, now Cam Harrison? It's starting to look like a pattern."

"But that's thing, with being in your early twenties. Figuring out what you want, who you want to be with? I mean, she's also incredibly talented and driven. Her new album is generating a ton of buzz and it hasn't even been released yet," Lila countered, her voice full of admiration.

"Sure, but it seems like she's always entangled in some romantic drama. Maybe it's just the nature of fame or whatever, but it can also come off as messy. And now, with Paige Bueckers gushing about her in that interview, it adds another layer. I just hope she’s not stringing people along," Maya replied, her tone annoyed.

Lila nodded, annoyed at Maya's words but maintaining her supportive stance. "I get where you're coming from, but did you see Paige's reaction? She was genuinely excited about Y/N. It was sweet. Plus, Y/N responded so positively on the SNL interview. I think it shows she's got a good heart and she's just navigating her way through a complicated life!"

Maya hesitated for a moment as she glanced at the camera, then continued. "I mean, look at Taylor Swift. She's known for her string of high-profile relationships and breakups, and it hasn't always been received positively. It feels like Y/N is heading down a similar path- What?"

"Come on, Maya!" Lila glared at her, clearly displeased. "Comparing Y/N to Taylor Swift isn't fair. Taylor's faced a lot of unfair criticism for just living her life and expressing herself through her music. Y/N is her own person, with her own journey. She's navigating her twenties in the spotlight, and that's not easy."

Maya just shrugged as she glanced toward the camera, before adjusting her mic. "Well that got awkward, moving on..."

──── COMMENTS

sela 🐾 | is she wrong though... love her music but why'd paige gotta get involved too? ♡ 108

↳ l/nslover | cause they like each other???

↳ 🦕 | has bro ever heard of a pr relationship 😭

↳ ari! | THEYRE NOT EVEN TOGETHER YET BROOO😭😭😭

sarah™️ | LILA GET THE HELL OUTTA THERE BROOOO 😭😭 i never liked maya tbh this is just a weird ass take ♡ 1.7k

kayla 🎀 | listen as a y/n girly i also understand maya's point of view cause.... shes kinda for the streets ♡ 879

↳ ™️ | dont call yourself a """"" y/n girly """""" if ur gonna say she's for the streets??? the fuck??

⭐️ | i was understanding maya's pov up until she started saying all that taylor swift bullshit, they're two separate artists LET US LIVEEEEEEE ♡ 2k

josie may | hardest watch of the day 🥲 maya u let us down with that dumb ass take

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"I just kinda... wanna disappear for awhile," you confessed, your voice quiet as you pressed the phone to your ear. "Don't know why this keeps happening, you're the only that can... help me through it. Sorry if I woke you up-"

It happened again ─ over the last couple of months (ever since you'd broken up with Lauren) you'd gotten pretty severe panic attacks. You were told by everyone on your team to just stay off social media and what had you done... exactly the opposite of that.

"No, no, I was awake anyway, promise," Paige's voice echoed through the phone. You heard shuffling through the phone as you sniffled, sighing. "And I don't mind, like at all. I meant what I said, I'm always here for you,"

Your heart swelled as you managed a smile, as tears began to build in your eyes. You and Paige had only been talking a month and she already understood you more than anyone had in what felt like forever. Her steady presence was like an anchor in the storm of your life.

The constant media scrutiny and the aftermath of your breakup with Lauren had left you feeling alone, but Paige’s calming influence was slowly becoming your safe haven.

"I just... I don't know how to deal with all of it. The rumors, the pressure, it's all so overwhelming," you admitted, wiping away the tears that had started to fall. "Half of it, it isn't even true."

"Hey, it's okay, I know, I believe you," Paige's voice was soothing, almost like a warm embrace over the phone. Even the smallest affirmation from Paige made you feel all okay again, even if it was just for the moment.

"You're not alone in this. We can figure it out together, step by step."

That part made your lips twitch up in a smile, feeling yourself relax again. You took a deep breath, feeling a bit of the tension ease from your shoulders. "I just feel like I can't breathe sometimes. Like the walls are closing in, y'know?"

"I get it," Paige replied softly. She'd know about it all too well, she'd been through it herself plenty of times. "Sometimes it helps to focus on the small things. One step at a time, remember? Have you tried any of those breathing exercises I taught you?"

You nodded, even though she couldn't see you. "Yeah, a little. They help, but it’s hard to remember in the moment."

"Next time you feel a panic attack coming on, call me. Anytime, okay? We'll get through it together," Paige's voice was firm, reassuring. "You don't deserve the shit they give you, like at all."

"Thank you," you whispered, feeling a surge of gratitude. "I don't know what I'd do without you, P."

"You don't have to thank me. I care about you, and I wanna help. Plus, I like hearing your voice," Paige added with a light chuckle, trying to lift your spirits.

You couldn't help but smile at that. "Me too, especially your cute tired voice."

"Cute, really?" Paige laughed through the phone and you swore you felt like your whole world felt even again. "But uh, if you do really wanna disappear you can always come to Connecticut."

The thought of escaping the relentless spotlight, even for a little while, sounded like a dream. "Really?"

"Yeah, you can stay with me for a bit, if that's uh... what you want." Paige explained through the phone. "My friends are super chill and it's always a fun time, if you ever wanna come. Think about it?"

The idea of spending time with the basketball player you'd quickly become enthralled with, seemed almost like a dream. And getting away from LA and all the madness that came with it sounded heavenly, you were going to give Connecticut a thought.

You sighed, feeling a warmth spread through you that had been absent for far too long. "Yeah, I will. And Paige?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you. Really."

"Anytime, Y/N. Sweet dreams."

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catsushizz · 2 days

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Love me until I love myself - S.R

Spencer Reid x Fem!reader

Summary: Spencer got used to his life consisting of books and the BAU he had never truly viewed the prospect of love but when you came it all just clicked.

Warning: no use of y/n

Fluff

WC: 1.1k

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Spencer got used to waking up with an empty bed beside him and it never crossed his mind that it made him feel lonely or sad it just felt natural. His apartment is quiet and he never noticed that his eyes grow somber as the day passes, it's unnoticeable, subtle but there.

He was in a state where no one knew what was going on with his life but he'd like to think that his life was a mere touch of tranquility whenever there was no phone going off every second of the day.

But a single touch of color changed how he perceived life and gradually he found himself falling in love. It's like the cosmic collided when you first talked to him and from there on public libraries became his solace everything you like became his safe space, benches in the park, the car that you take road trips in, the Lumineers, and your favorite cafe. You were the color that was missing from his blank canvas, no matter how rough he was, you smoothened the edges of his life.

You were the subject of his poems, the muse of his dreams, and the bearer of his heart. Tangled in a sea of messy sheets, your hands draped over his torso, his head buried in the crook of your neck, and for the first time, he was terrified of waking up alone.

His eyes flutter open and search for you and when they land on your sleeping figure he can feel his heart palpitate in adoration. The ever-growing branches of his life continued to grow but were now accompanied by the leaves that were growing between the crevice of his broken branches.

Your touch was addicting, your fingertips would explore every inch of his body. He notices when your finger brushes against his scars you massage patterns with precision and he feels like his heart could burst, he loves you so much it hurts.

He can't even imagine the storm taking you away from him, he would suffer an endless flood if that were to happen.

He loves how you glow so effortlessly under the scrutiny of the sun or the way you hold his hands whenever you feel like he needs it but he especially loves the fact that you love him despite his flaws. There are nights when you fought so loudly and exchanged some hurtful words, and he remembered how much he wanted to take it back but you weren't perfect either and that molded you both together so perfectly that not even the afterglow can rival it.

Spencer never really quite grasped the concept of life solely because he didn't know if he was choosing the right path and it keeps him up at night, what if he chose a different path and completely risked not meeting you? he would rather die, you were cuddled up with him on the couch watching documentaries when he blurted out his concerns, but your sentiments deemed his thoughts.

"I think no matter what path you choose, it will always lead to us, our souls are intertwined, and it's carved in our hearts. There's a possibility that there's a chance for us to meet again in another lifetime I think I will recognize you, purely because I'm sure our souls left remnants of our past lives to help us remember how much we truly loved each other," you whispered, as you ran your fingers through his unruly hair.

His heart skipped a beat, you still make him feel that way despite his youth withering each day, you make him feel young.

"I love you, you're the best thing life has given me" he tried his best to keep his voice stable but it wobbled and you chuckled lightly.

"You know I love you more" You wiggle your brows at him with a grin. He laughed and pulled you impossibly close.

"But I love you most" he replied and you groaned burying yourself in the crook of his neck.

"we're not gonna bicker about this again, let's just say we love each other so much that time can't measure it" you murmured as you kissed the crook of his neck, he giggled at the contact of your kiss making you subconsciously smile.

"But I love you more than everything though" he teased.

"Don't you dare quote Beautiful Boy to me right now" you sternly said and he laughed. Oh, his life was different now but different in a way where you crave for it to last forever.

His broken parts where he learns to hate, you learned to love, and the things you hate about yourself he came to adore. Spencer always felt like an extra piece in a puzzle but turns out you were too, both of you stand out in the best way possible, and to the ends of the earth, he will follow you, his life in the BAU be damned.

If ever old age has its way of finding him then all the light in the world may cease to exist. Time can consume so much in a person, that Spencer wasn't sure if he liked it but growing old with you was a different story.

He'll live and tell a story of how much he loved a single girl who completely changed his life, even if his hand trembles in every movement he makes, and even if his memory fades he'll hold on to you so deep in his heart until his next life where he gets to hold you again.

The theory of everything started when you met and ended when his skin gradually changed and how his wrinkles deepened until he was one with nature.

Buried next to each other as both of you wished, your children visit the sacred place with their kids and then they'll tell the story of how both of you fell in love and they'll add how much the both of you loved your children.

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You were running late, coffee in hand and it happened so fast that you didn't even notice that he was there. You collided with someone your coffee spilling on the man's shirt and your eyes widened in horror.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" You exclaimed as you rushed to get the tissues out of your bag to help him.

"Hey, it's fine" came his calm yet familiar voice. Sensing that he was looking at you, you averted your gaze to meet his eyes and you felt the world suddenly stop.

He has the most beautiful hazel eyes you've ever seen and his brown curly hair added charm to his chiseled face. He looked familiar you're sure of it, and without you knowing, he felt the same way too.

"Hi," he softly whispered stuck in a daze as he looked at you.

You let out an airy chuckle "I'm sorry, do I know you?" You asked.

So the cycle starts again.

#spencer reid x reader #criminal minds #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer x reader #x reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid x you #spencer reid one shot #dr spencer reid

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xoxochb · 3 days

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May I request a Luke Castellan x Aphrodite! reader. The reader was with Luke, Annabeth, Grover, and Thalia before they arrived at camp. Since they’ve arrived, Luke and the reader haven’t spoken much. When they’re sent on a quest together, Luke and the reader begin to talk again.

˗ˋ now pretty baby I’m running back home to you ˊ˗

warnings: this is a little lengthy, theres angst at the beginning, but there is a happy ending!

pairing: luke castellan x daughter of aphrodite

summary: read the request!

A/N: this is the first fic I’ve actually been really proud of, I’m gonna cry

you remember the first day you got to camp, it was rough, confusing, and overwhelming, and on top of all that- one of your best friends got turned into a tree

but now it’s been four months since then, and you were one of the lucky demigods that had gotten claimed within a month by aphrodite, goddess of love and beauty. It wasn’t all that bad being here, but the worst part was that you haven’t spoken to luke since you got here

he was your best friend, yes, but with getting settled into camp, and now that he’s a counselor of his cabin, there’s no time to talk, and even if you did talk it was awkward, just simple a simple ‘hi’ or ‘how are you’

you don’t really know what made you guys stop talking in the first place, because when you first got to camp there was no camp duties to attend to yet, so you had plenty of free time, but things were weird between you two

it wasn’t you who drifted away from him, it was the other way around, and you didn’t understand why he did it. you recall countless times trying to ask him why he wouldn’t even care to look you in the eyes, but he would ignore or dodge the question every time

the first time you talked to him after three months was when you got assigned a quest by your mothe. you were asked to bring her back a stolen seashell, one that was very sacred to her.

you were instructed to bring at least one person on the quest with you, and you had no clue who you were even going to bring, you didn’t have much friends since you were still new, and you’re only friends were either too young, a literal tree, or was ignoring you

but alas, you caught luke by the lake one night skipping rocks on the water

now’s the perfect time, talk to him!

at first you seemed confident about this, but the closer you got, the faster your heart started beating

oh my gods, seriously? he’s your best friend!!

“are you going to sit or are you going to continue staring at me?”

you jump at his words, “I’m sorry I- uhm, can I sit?”

“I just told you” his eyes meet yours for the first time in months

“can we talk?” you take a seat ok the grass beside him

“that’s what we’re doing right now isn’t it?”

sarcastic as always

you roll your eyes, “I suppose” you take a deep breath before your next words “I got assigned a quest”

“I heard” he hands you a rock, and you take it

“yeah, well, chiron said I can’t go alone, said j have to take someone with me” you skip the rock on the water

“and you want me to go with you?”

he knows you too well

“yes, but if you don’t want to that’s fine, it’s just that I don’t really have anyone else to go with me and you were- are my best friend”

you’re a helpless mess

“of course I’ll go”

“luke- if you don’t want to go I won’t be insulted, I could just find someone else, I’ll work something-”

he cuts you off, “you haven’t changed” he laughs

“Is that supposed to be a bad thing?” you stand up, thinking he’s making fun of you

he quickly stands up beside you, “no it’s a good thing, a really good thing, I’m glad you’re not like all the other stupid aphrodite kids”

“those are my siblings” you cross your arms, but in truth you can’t be mad at him, you could never be mad at him

“I know you don’t like some of them”

why does he have to know you so well?!

“only some” you look down at your feet, fighting the smile making its way to your face

you don’t understand how you went to long without him, this is the happiest you’ve been in months

“I don’t know if I can say this, but I really miss you” he looks at you with those wounded puppy eyes

“I really miss you too” you grin widely, what’s the point in fighting it anymore?

- 🏹 -

the quest was going okay until you got ambushed by a hoard of monsters, and you almost died

and you like to think that you survived because of love and happiness (you made a mental note to never tell your mother about this, you hated when she was right)

you remember that night under the tree, luke held your helpless body in his arms, your stomach bleeding out, a concussed head and broken ankle, you didn’t think you would survive, you were fully convinced these would be your last moments, but as you laid there, eyes on the stars and the feeling of luke’s arms holding on to you so gently, you thought you could have died happy if your last moments were with him

the bad part about your non-death was that you were injured and luke was crying. you never saw him cry, in all the years you knew him he never shed a tear in front of you

but here he sits, sobbing like a baby, begging you not to die, and seeing him so heartbroken over you healed you in a way, not because he was sad, of course not, but because he didn’t want you to die, because between sobs he mumbled a simple ‘I love you’ which was only three words, but meant so much to you

you also recall a week later when you were sitting in the infirmary, healing under the powers of the apollo cabin, luke not once leaving your side

you asked him, “why wouldn’t you talk to me?”

and you didn’t need to specify because he knew what you were talking about, because he knew you

“I was scared” he does anything but look at you, but you know by the way he grips onto your hand so tightly that it means nothing bad, “I was scared of losing you. after thalia, I was worried that you would get taken away from me the same way she did, and the fear of you being gone forever kept me up every night- it still does, but I thought that if I just stopped talking to you, then if I lost you it wouldn’t hurt as much as it would if we were close”

you thought your wounds hurt- they did, very much so, but his words felt like a stab to the heart

“why didn’t you just talk to me? luke- I’m your best friend, you can tell me this stuff, I’ll never judge you for it, I swear it on the river styx” you squeeze his hand, something simple, but it always calmed him

“I thought that when you got claimed by aphrodite you would think I’m just some stupid boy you used to know, because gods, you’re gorgeous, I should have known she was your mother, but I didn’t think you’d want to be around me because I’m just me”

every word hurts, you wish he wouldn’t speak so poorly about himself

“I love you”

It’s three words, three simple words, but it means so much to luke, more than anything, and when he hears them, small tears start falling down his face

“oh luke” you sit up, and as much as it hurts, it doesn’t matter to you, because what matters most is the boy on your side

you cup his face in your hands and kiss each cheek were the tears had fell “please don’t cry, I don’t like seeing you cry”

“I love you too” he pulls you in for a gentle hug, nuzzling his face into your shoulder, taking in your scent, “I don’t want to lose you”

“you won’t lose me, I promise”

he tightens his grip on you, yet still careful of your fragile state

and you stay like that for maybe five minutes? you lost track of time, you knew it was best for him to let his tears out then keep them in, and once he’s calm he pulls away, eyes permanently glued to you

“I’m sorry” he wipes his tears

“you didn’t do anything wrong” you frown

“I feel guilty for ignoring you all those months”

“luke, it’s fine, we’re okay, aren’t we?” you cup his face again, and he leans into your palms

“y/n?” he mutters

“yes?” oh you’re soft voice, he wants to melt

“can I kiss you?” he smiles for the first time in two weeks

you can’t help but smile, seeing him happy makes you incredibly happy, and without saying anything you pull his lips to yours for a gentle, but passionate kiss

#percy jackon and the olympians #pjo series #pjo fandom #percy jackson #pjo #pjo spoilers #percy series #pjo tv show #pjo hoo toa #pjo disney+#luke castellan x you #luke castellan fluff #luke castellan fic #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan #xoxochb

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nofomogirl · 23 hours

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We need to talk about body snatching

I'm not a massive fan of the 1827 minisode - if you're curious why it bothers me, I've explained it in my post about two GO canons - but there's no denying it does an amazing job at exploring the complexity of morality and moral choices. It starts with a very black-and-white two-dimensional image and gradually adds shading and perspective, making it harder and harder to judge as we go along.

I think it's worth digging into (pun not intended but I'll take it).

Layer 1: body snatching bad

We learn someone did something

It's those first few seconds where we see a person robbing a grave, and since we know that robbing graves is a crime and generally not a good thing to do, we can quickly form a tentative conclusion that this is wrong.

Okay, in this exact instance, we immediately get enough context clues to see that this kind of judgment would be oversimplistic and superficial. Only Aziraphale, who for some reason acts as if it was his first day on Earth after a thorough memory wipe, is ready to condemn Elspeth based on just that.

Nevertheless, this is the first layer - the deed itself with no context.

Layer 2: body snatching acceptable

We learn about the person who did the thing

That's the whole journey with the first dug-up body where we get to know Elspeth and become privy to her circumstances - she's desperately poor, she has another person depending on her, she robs graves to survive. Aziraphale's suggestions that she might earn her living by selling books, weaving or farming just serve to prove how inaccessible more honest and dignified professions are to her. In turn, her comment about how she's not hurting anybody who isn't already dead hints that from the realistically available options, Elspeth could have chosen something much worse.

Technically this layer is a significant step up from layer 1 but it still isn't really challenging. Things are spelt out really loud for us, and most importantly everything we learn about Elspeth is just attenuating circumstances. To top it off both she and Wee Morag are immediately endearing. The takeaway is that sometimes things that in theory are bad can be excused which is important but the verdict still comes without any second thoughts.

Layer 3: body snatching complicated

We learn the larger context around the thing

This mostly happens when Aziraphale and Crowley discuss body snatching with Mr Dalrymple. We learn that the stolen corpses are used for a medical study that can advance human knowledge and make it possible to save living people and that surgeons have no legal means to obtain enough of them for their research - hence their need to buy them from body snatchers.

At first glance it's just more of what we got in layer 2 - more agruments in favour of body snatching that aren't all that nuanced and don't really give us any pause - just from a larger perspective, beyond Elspeth's individual experience. But if you glance more than once you'll notice this is when things stop being straightforward and easy to judge.

The moment we enter a proper grey area is when Aziraphale asks why Mr Dalrymple doesn't acquire the bodies himself. This is a very valid question - while we might easily agree that studying the human body to further medical knowledge is a good thing, and with just the slightest hesitation admit that it's acceptable to resort to using stolen bodies if that is the only way the research may continue, it's not as easy to excuse taking advantage of the poor and the desperate to do the actual stealing that we know is very dangerous.

The moment we know without a doubt we are in a proper grey area is when Mr Dalrymple laughs at Aziraphale's concern.

Objectively, the surgeon is right that it's more effective if he doesn't risk his own life in the graveyard and uses his time on actual research, teaching students and saving lives. But it's also clear he doesn't exactly see people like Elspeth as actual human beings and feels he has every right to use them. On the one hand, he is paying, on the other, he happily benefits from the cruel class system and is not even one bit remorseful about it. On the one hand, he takes risks too, on the other he has a chance of rewards Elspeth will not benefit from. It's not the poorest whose lives will get bettered by the progress of medicine, even though they're the ones who pay with their lives for that progress. And if Mr Dalrymple gets lucky and is knighted for his work (we know he wasn't in the end but it was a possibility), the poor still won't be pardoned for stealing for him. Nevertheless, he has no issue with that.

As I said, things get nuanced.

Layer 4: it's different when it's someone you know

The thing actually happens in your life

I think you'll all agree that the turning point of the minisode is when Elspeth decides to sell Wee Morag's still warm body. This is what finally leaves us speechless.

That's because up until now we've been approaching the issue intellectually. It's not that we didn't care about the characters, but we were allowed to keep a safe distance. The whole thing was like a problem to be solved - "Is body snatching right or wrong? Discuss in 500-1000 words" - and everything we've learned so far was data for this assignment. I believe that one of the reasons why this detachment came naturally was that there was a very thick line between people involved in body snatching and the bodies that were being snatched. The former were, well, people, obviously. The latter were inanimate objects.

It isn't until Wee Morag is to be sold that we are forced to see a person in a dead body. This is also when real emotions enter the equation.

This shift forces us to question our judgment for the first time. It was easy to justify Elspeth when she was selling a nameless corpse. But the fact that she decided to sell her closest companion - and most likely lover - shocks us. Something inside us strongly objects to how quickly she makes the decision.

And then there's the transaction, and it is also different when it's someone we know. The fact that we knew Wee Morag fully exposes Mr Dalrymple for the heartless jerk that he is. The way he treats Elspeth is the absolute worst and if you haven't realized he was a hypocrite earlier, you should be disillusioned by now.

But at least Elspeth is not a hypocrite, right? It may seem cold that she sold Wee Morag but it just proves she simply believed it's all right to sell a dead body, doesn't it?

Well, about that...

Layer 5: it's different when it's you

You are forced to face the thing happening to you

This layer is reached when Elspeth plans her suicide and asks Aziraphale and Crowley to bury her "somewhere where no ghouls will ever dig her back up again".

It turns out Elspeth McKinnon really was a filthy liar.

Not long ago she was insisting that body snatching doesn't hurt anyone who isn't already dead, and asking why she should let Wee Morag rot in the ground when she starves. But she wants to make sure it doesn't happen to her own body. The idea that someone might dig her up terrifies her and she calls people who do it ghouls. So why was digging up other people okay again? Why should she rot in the ground while other people suffer? There were other people living in the street where she and Wee Morag hid. Why not ask Aziraphale to give the money to them? Or just anybody in need? Why not ask to sell her body as well and use the earnings the same way?

Also, if you look at it from a certain perspective, Elspeth betrayed Wee Morag in the worst possible way. Wee Morag believed that if someone's body gets cut, that person's soul cannot enter Heaven. Yet Elspeth sold her to Mr Dalrymple, claiming that Wee Morag would have wanted her to have the means to survive. Perhaps she was right. Perhaps Wee Morag would have made that sacrifice. But then Elspeth decided to kill herself and use the money she got for Wee Morag's body for her own funeral.

But does it make Elspeth wicked? Certainly not. She's simply torn by grief. I seriously doubt she's been planning to commit suicide when she was taking Wee Morag to Mr Dalrymple. She might have genuinely tried to carry on but the reality of what happened caught up to her. Mr Dalrymple's cruel words certainly didn't help her cope with a personal tragedy. I even suspect one of the reasons she sold her friend was that she had no idea what else to do with a dead body.

Does this excuse her actions? Kind of, but not really.

Elspeth was a tragic character, not an innocent lamb with a heart of gold.

The point is - can any of us really judge her?

Which, coincidentally, is a question that the original Good Omens book toyed with quite a lot.

If you've reached this far, thank you for reading!

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens meta #season 2 episode 3 #the ressurectionists #elspeth #wee morag #body snatching

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faithshouseofchaos · 2 days

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All mine — sub!Daniel Ricciardo x Vampire!reader

Word count 2k

Fluff? I think

Don’t worry everyone I am 22 years old

Warning— smut with little to no plot reader is possessive reader is also a tease hints of oral male receiving (p in v) unprotected sex

My crappy smut writing skills

Summary —Daniel has been curious about what it's like to be bitten by a vampire ever since he discovered that his girlfriend is one well tonight he gets his wish and a little more.

Ever since Daniel found out that you were a vampire he wanted you to do one thing. He wanted you to bite him. Daniel wanted to know what it felt like to have your fangs sink into his neck. He wanted to feel the bittersweet pain that he heard others talk about. Daniel knew you wouldn’t just outright bite him. He knew that, but that didn’t stop the thought from constantly being on his mind.

One day, Daniel brings up the topic

"Hey, can I ask you something?" He asked a little nervously, looking away shyly.

"Of course, what is it?" You reply, turning to face him, smiling softly.

“Well…” Daniel said shyly, looking away.

“You know…." He said, his voice trailing off.

You leaned forward, a small smile on your lips.

"What is it, darling?"

Daniel took a deep breath and looked up and looked into your eyes.

“I want you to bite me." He said, almost whispering.

You froze. Your eyes widened. Did he just say that? Did he want you to bite him?

You stared into his eyes, searching for any sign of hesitation or doubt. But all you saw was a mixture of excitement and lust.

"Are you sure?" You asked, your voice barely louder than a whisper

Daniel nodded eagerly.

"I’m sure. I’m sure." He said, his voice trembling.

You studied him closely. His skin was flushed, his eyes were practically begging you, and his entire body seemed to be pleading for you to bite him.

You took a deep breath. Your heart was racing. You had never bitten anyone before. You had always been careful not to hurt anyone. But you couldn’t deny the fact that you were incredibly turned on by this.

"Okay," You said finally. "I just need to make sure you understand what you're asking me to do."

Daniel looked confused.

"What do you mean?" He asked nervously.

You leaned closer, placing a hand on his cheek. "Promise me you'll tell me if it hurts too much. Promise me you'll tell me if you need me to stop. Promise me you won't keep anything from me." You said, your voice thick with emotion.

Daniel swallowed hard.

"I promise." He said softly.

You took another deep breath.

"Okay. Then I'll do it."

You leaned in and brushed your lips against his neck. Daniel shuddered, letting out a soft moan. You smiled against his skin.

You ran your tongue gently up his neck until you reached the spot just below his earlobe. Daniel shivered, unable to keep himself from making another soft sound. You sucked softly on his skin, teasing him. Daniel arched his back, his breath catching in his throat. You laughed softly and moved down to the base of his neck. You scraped your teeth against his skin, savoring every moan and sigh that escaped his lips.

You weren’t going to bite him right away, instead, you were just gonna have your fun with him, and at the last second that's when you’ll bite him. For humans the best time to bite is during an orgsam when the venom from one’s fangs mixes with the high of sex leaving them feeling nothing but bliss and minimal pain.

You continued to tease him, sucking and nibbling at his skin. Daniel's breath was coming in short gasps, his body trembling with excitement and anticipation. As you slid your tongue over one of his love bites, Daniel let out a low groan.

“Baby please” Daniel begs

You smiled against his skin.

"Please what?" You whispered. "You're going to have to tell me what you want, sweetheart."

Daniel let out a strangled moan.

“Bite me…” He whispered. “Please, baby… Bite me”.

"You'll get what you want. But first, I want to enjoy you for a little longer." You said, kissing his neck again. Daniel let out a whimper, unable to make any coherent sounds. You smiled and continued to kiss and lick his skin, enjoying the way he squirmed beneath you.

You ran your tongue over a particular sweet spot, eliciting another moan from Daniel. You could feel him pressing himself against you, needing something more.

You pulled away just enough to look into his eyes. They were practically glazed over with lust. You grinned and leaned in, capturing his lips in a kiss. His mouth immediately opened, letting you slip your tongue inside. You kissed him passionately, savoring the taste of him. His body pressed against yours, desperate for more. You broke the kiss, both of you panting heavily.

“Please…” He whispered, his voice hoarse with desperation. “Please, baby… I need it…”

You smiled and kissed his neck again, sucking on the flushed skin. “All in good time, love.” You murmured, biting gently on his earlobe. You wanted to drag this out for as long as possible. To tease him until he was on the edge.

Daniel shivered, his fingers digging into your skin. He was starting to get frustrated, needing the release only you could give him.

You continued to torture him with kisses and gentle bites, relishing the way he squirmed beneath you. The more Daniel squirmed beneath you the more you felt his hard length pressing against your core making you moan.

You pressed yourself against him, desperate for friction. You sucked gently on his neck, your teeth grazing the sensitive skin. Daniel’s breath caught in his throat as he ground his hips against you.

“Need you…” He moaned out, his voice trembling with need. You felt a wave of desire crash through you. Hearing those words from him was almost enough to make you lose control.

You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself.

“Not yet,” You said firmly, pulling away slightly.

Daniel whined softly, his pleading eyes meeting yours.

“Please…” He whispered, his body arching towards you.

You couldn’t help but smile. You loved how wrecked he was already. You gently took his chin in your hand, making him meet your gaze. You gave him a light kiss, your fingers caressing his skin.

“Soon…” You whispered. “But first, let me explore you some more…”

You slowly kissed your way down to his collarbone, nipping and biting as you went. You could feel his body tensing, his breath hitching every time your teeth skimmed over his skin.

You pushed his shirt up, exposing his stomach. You kissed his abs, sliding your tongue over each muscle. Daniel’s fingers tangled in your hair, his body quivering under your touch. You moved lower, tracing your tongue over his hip bones, enjoying the way his body tensed and shivered under your touch. You nipped gently at his waistband, eliciting another moan from him.

You reached up, unbuttoning his pants. You slowly slide the zipper down, your fingers grazing over his hardness through the fabric. Daniel’s breathing deepened, his body arching towards you. You chuckled softly, gently biting his hip.

“Impatient, aren’t you?” You murmured, sliding the pants down his hips. You left a trail of kisses down his thigh, savoring the way his body trembled. You could smell his arousal, practically taste it on your tongue. You wanted nothing more than to bring him to release.

You lifted your head slightly, your eyes flickering up to meet his. Daniel was staring at you, his chest rising and falling with each panting breath. His eyes pleading with you to give him what you both wanted.

“Please…” He whispered, his voice strained. “Please… I can’t hold out any longer…”.

You smiled at the desperation in his voice, your fingers stroking his inner thigh.

“Just a little longer… You’re doing so well…” You purred, brushing your thumb over his hip.

“You're almost ready baby, trust me,” you purred. You moved your hand over his hard length feeling him throb against your hand. Daniel groaned, his eyes fluttering shut.

“Oh, god…” He gasped out, arching his body towards you. “Please… “ You ran your thumb over the tip, feeling him grow harder under your touch. You smiled, enjoying the way he shivered under your touch. You knew how much your teasing was driving him crazy.

“More…” He pleaded, his body trembling. “Please give me more…” You ran your thumb over the tip again, your touch light and teasing. Daniel groaned, his breath catching in his throat.

You slowed down your pace, wanting to draw this out for as long as possible. You wanted to make him squirm and beg for more. You knew you were close to breaking him. “No… More…” Daniel gasped out, his body arching towards you.

“Please… I can’t take anymore! Please… give me more!”

You smirked, knowing that you had him exactly where you wanted him.

“More of what?” You asked, your tone low and seductive.

Daniel let out a noise that was somewhere between a moan and a whimper.

“Please… I need more… I need you…” He said, his voice shaking.

You smiled and leaned down, your breath ghosting over his ear.

“And how do you want me?” You whispered, nipping softly at his earlobe.

Daniel shuddered under your touch, his body arching toward you.

“Any way you’ll give it to me…” He breathed out, his eyes fixed on yours. “Just… I need you.”

You chuckled softly, running your fingers over his chest.

“I love it when you beg…” You murmured, your nails scraping over his skin.

Daniel let out a low moan, his body arching towards you again. You leaned down, your lips ghosting over his neck.

“And I love the taste of you…” You whispered, your tongue sliding over his tip tasting the precum that had been leaking out. Daniel let out a whimper, his fingers clutching at the sheets.

You could feel him losing control, and you knew it was time to give him what he wanted. You straddled him, your body pressing against his. You could feel his hardness against your core, and it made you shiver with anticipation.

You leaned down, your lips brushing against his ear.

“You’re mine…” You whispered, your voice low and seductive. Daniel let out a moan, his body arching up towards you.

“Yours…” he breathed out, his grip on your body tightening.

You began to sink on his length. Daniel wouldn’t last much longer and neither would you.

You broke the kiss, your breathing heavy and labored. “Now…” You purred, nipping at his earlobe. “What do we say to get what we want?” You could feel him tense at your words, knowing you were about to push him over the edge. He knew what you wanted to hear… And he couldn’t take it anymore.

You continued to grind and rock your hips against him, your body burning with desire. Daniel held onto you tightly, his moans growing louder and more desperate.

“Bite me…” He whispered, his voice almost begging. “Please… “

You felt a rush of excitement at his words. You knew it was what you both wanted. You leaned down, your teeth grazing over his skin, finding that perfect spot just under his earlobe. You began to move again, your body rocking against his, the friction between you both sending waves of pleasure through your body.

Daniel was practically writhing beneath you, his moans coming out in uncontrollable gasps as he reached his climax. You leaned down, your lips brushing against his ear. “Come for me, love…” You whispered, your body moving against his. Daniel let out a strangled moan as he reached his peak, his body arching up towards you as he came. You bit down, your teeth sinking into his flesh. Daniel let out a low moan, his body arching up towards you. The taste of his blood filled your mouth, and it was unlike anything you had ever experienced before.

You began to suck gently, your mind cloudy with desire. Daniel’s moans grew louder, his body shaking with need. You pulled back, a satisfied grin on your lips. Daniel was a mess beneath you, his breathing rapid, and his body trembling.

You felt his pulse beneath you, his body tensing up as he rode out his orgasm. You slowed down your movements, your body still burning with desire but satisfied knowing you had given him what he wanted.

You lifted yourself slightly, your eyes meeting his. Daniel looked wrecked, his chest heaving, and his eyes glazed over with pleasure.

“You okay, love?” You asked, a smirk on your lips.

Daniel took a moment to catch his breath before he nodded, a smile spreading across his face. “Yeah…” He gasped out, his voice croaky. “I’m okay… I’m great, actually…”

You chuckled and leaned down, giving him a gentle kiss. “Good. I’m glad,” you said, running your fingers through his hair. Daniel let out a content sigh, his eyes closing as he leaned into your touch.

“I can’t believe you bit me…” He murmured, a small smile playing on his lips.

“How does it feel?” you asked, your lips hovering over the wounds on his neck.

“It’s… weird,” Daniel said, tilting his head to give you better access. “But I like it… I like the feeling of being yours.”

You smiled and began to lick gently at the wounds, your tongue running over the sensitive flesh. Daniel let out a soft moan, his fingers tracing patterns on your back.

“You’re mine, forever…” You whispered, your lips brushing against his skin. “And only mine.”

Daniel laughed softly, his eyes flickering open to meet yours. “I wouldn’t have it any other way…” He said, pulling you closer. You curled up against him, the two of you silently basking in the afterglow of your passion.

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accidental confession

izuku accidentally confesses his feelings for you in a moment of panic, leading to an awkward but sweet conversation.

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middle school had always been a challenging time for izuku midoriya. as a quirkless boy dreaming of becoming a hero, he often felt isolated and misunderstood. however, there was one person who always seemed to make his days a little brighter, you. your kind smile and encouraging words were often the highlight of his day, though he never quite knew how to express his gratitude or growing feelings for you.

it was another typical afternoon after school. you and izuku were in the library, working on a group project together. the room was quiet except for the soft rustling of pages and the occasional whisper between the two of you. izuku's heart raced every time you leaned in to look at something in his notebook, your proximity making his thoughts scatter.

you noticed Izuku seemed more fidgety than usual, his face slightly flushed as he scribbled notes in his ever-present hero analysis notebook.

"hey, izuku," you said softly, placing a hand on his arm to get his attention. "are you okay? you seem a bit… distracted today."

izuku's eyes widened, and he immediately started to stammer. "i-i'm fine! really! just, um, a lot on my mind, i guess." he forced a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck.

you gave him a concerned look but decided not to press further. "alright, but if you need to talk about anything, i'm here, okay?"

izuku nodded, his heart pounding even harder. he took a deep breath, trying to focus on the project, but his mind kept drifting back to you and the way your eyes sparkled with kindness.

as the minutes passed, you two continued to work in relative silence. then, out of nowhere, a loud crash echoed through the library. someone had knocked over a stack of books, and the sudden noise startled both of you. without thinking, izuku reached out and grabbed your hand, his reflexes taking over.

"izuku?" you said, looking at him in surprise. his hand was warm and slightly trembling around yours.

realizing what he had done, izuku's face turned beet red, and he quickly let go, stammering apologies. "i-i'm so sorry! i didn't mean to—"

"it's okay," you interrupted, a gentle smile on your face. "you just surprised me, that's all."

izuku took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest. he felt a wave of panic wash over him, and before he knew it, the words tumbled out of his mouth. "i like you!"

the library fell silent again, but this time it was a deafening silence. izuku's eyes widened in horror as he realized what he'd just blurted out. "i-i mean, i, um, i like you as a friend! no, wait, that's not what i meant either! i mean, i do like you as a friend, but also more than that, and—"

you blinked, trying to process his rapid-fire confession. a slow smile spread across your face as you watched izuku's panic. "izuku, are you trying to say you have feelings for me?"

izuku gulped and nodded, looking like he wanted to disappear. "y-yes," he managed to whisper, his voice barely audible.

you felt your heart swell with warmth. you'd always thought izuku was sweet and admired his determination, and hearing his confession made your own feelings clear. "izuku, i like you too."

his head snapped up, eyes wide with surprise and hope. "r-really?"

you nodded, taking his hand again, this time on purpose. "yes, really. i've liked you for a while now."

a smile slowly spread across izuku's face, relief and joy washing over him. "i'm so glad," he said softly, squeezing your hand.

the two of you sat there for a moment, just holding hands and smiling at each other, the world around you fading away. it was awkward, it was sweet, and it was the start of something wonderful.

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chukys-mouthguard · 2 days

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Kinda Tempting pt. 2

Featuring: matt rempe x female reader x mat barzal

Genre: fluff, angst, little bit of smut

Note: i tried my best to refer to rempe as matthew to limit possible confusion of the guys…this was rewritten like 6 times, not entirely happy with it but I know y’all have been asking for part 2 😅🫶🏼 tried to make it so this could continue and we could see both sides of this story

Part 1

“Mmmmm.”

The sun was shining just enough in your eyes to wake you up, immediately making you regret not remembering to close the blinds before going to bed. Though you were a bit preoccupied to remember, chuckling to yourself as you looked at the 6 foot 8 sleeping giant next to you. Now taking notice of his cut up knuckles from yesterday's fight, lightly tracing your fingers over the marks. Earning a soft groan from Matthew.

His eyes fluttering open as he smiled at you, “good morning sunshine,” he stretched as he rolled onto his side, “good morning to you pretty lady.” A smile now on his face as he curled up with his pillow, looking up at you and studying the conflicted look on your face.

“What is it?”

Shaking your head you got up with a sigh, searching for a hoodie to throw on before rejoining him on your bed. “I’m just, thinking.”

“Let me guess….you regret last night?” His words came out with a playful tone, though his face showed a bit of sadness as he sat up and rested his back against your headboard. “Look if I convinced you to do something you didn’t really want to do, and I stirred up a bunch of shit now for you to deal with. I’m sorry, I truly didn’t mean for any of that to happen I just-“

“No, that’s the thing. I don’t regret it. But I feel bad for not regretting it. Am I a shitty person for that?” Matthew laughed along with you as he shrugged.

“I mean, I don’t think you’re a shitty person. I think you’re just, conflicted. I think you’re an amazing girl who is being strung along by her boyfriend, not knowing what the fuck the deal is. Waiting for the day he somehow magically turns back into the guy she fell in love with. But I don’t think that day is coming unfortunately.”

His fingers now entangling with yours as you took in his thoughts.

“I think, you’re unsure what to do. I think your head is telling you one thing, and your heart another. Personally, I don’t know the reason why you won’t leave him. And maybe that’s not for me to know. But I think you deserve so much more. I think you could do better, be happier, be with someone who isn’t gonna be another Mat Barzal.”

“And that’s you?”

Your tone catching him off guard a bit, but he laughed it off. “I’m not saying that, and I’m not saying any of this to try and get you to leave Mat for me. I’m sure you might be thinking I’m that kind of guy right now, especially after last night, but I’m not. I simply am saying this as a guy who thinks it would be an honor to call you his girlfriend. A guy who would take every opportunity to show you how amazing you are. To never make you feel the way you do right now being with Mat. But by no means am I trying to get you to leave him for me. Because I don’t think I need to convince you to do that.”

Just as you opened your mouth to challenge his cocky statement, your phone buzzed on the bed.

“It’s him…” Matthew gesturing for you to answer the call as he got up to get dressed.

“Hello?”

“Hey, sorry about yesterday. Just, wasn’t a good day. You know how it is. But um, I kind of realize I’ve not been the best boyfriend lately. And, I feel like I need to make it up to you.”

While you wanted to believe that he was being genuine, you’d heard this from Mat before. He’d apologize, be a better guy for a few days, then things would end up right back where they were.

“Let’s go grab lunch, maybe do some shopping. Spend the day together and make up for the last few months we’ve been apart.”

Matthew was mouthing the words go for it, and you rolled your eyes at him. His words still on your mind, not sure why you were still going to entertain fixing things with Mat if you just fucked another guy behind his back.

“Um, yeah sure.”

“Yeah? Great! I’ll be at your place in like an hour?”

“Sounds good. See you soon.”

Hanging up the phone you flopped down on your bed face first. “What’s the matter now?” Matthew laughed as he belly flopped onto the bed next to you, trying his best to make you laugh or smile.

“What the fuck do I do? He wants to make up for being absent and everything, and you’re over here telling me I shouldn’t entertain it!”

Matthew put his hands up in protest, “now wait a minute i didn’t say don’t entertain it. I simply am saying to be cautious and look out for yourself. Because, after the way you two interacted yesterday, I just think he’s full of it. But I could be wrong, and this lunch date could change everything. I don’t know. I simply am speaking as someone who cares. I want the best for you, and if that’s him, then great. I’ll still be here for the days you need to cry, or vent, or need to have some fun.”

He shot you a wink as his signature cocky grin found its place on his lips and you shook your head. “Matthew Rempe, you are not going to be some side piece for me while I figure out my relationship.” Standing up you headed to the bathroom to start getting ready for your date with Mat.

“And why’s that?” He called after you, leaning in the doorway as you pulled your makeup bag out from under your sink. “Because, you’re a human being, you have feelings. And I’m not just going to use you like that.”

He stepped in front of you, stealing your attention as he brushed your hair from your face. “But what if I’m okay with it?”

“You are really something else you know that?”

He shrugged as he stole a kiss from your lips.

“Well you make it really easy for me to make bad decisions.” He winked at you, stealing another kiss before heading to the kitchen to grab his keys.

“So you’re saying this is a bad decision?” You gestured to the two of you with your makeup brush. “Maybe, call me after lunch and tell me if you think so.”

He closed the door behind him and you let out a groan, not enjoying the position you were in at all. On one hand, your boyfriend of 2 years who was your first love. But who has checked out and left you feeling like it was time to walk away. Then on the flip side, a younger and wild Rempe, who knew what he wanted and didn’t hide it. Which you appreciated, and found quite hot. But how do you just up and leave Mat, and did you want to? None of this was fair to him, but then again, the way you’ve been strung along all these months not knowing where the two of you stand wasn’t fair either.

“Hey babe.”

Mat smiled at you as you climbed into his BMW. “Hey,” You flashed a smile as he leaned in to give you a kiss, “don’t you look handsome.”

He shrugged, “wanted to look good for you I guess. So what are we feeling, Italian? Mexican? A burger and fries?” Buckling your seatbelt you told yourself to listen to Matthew, let this date happen how it’s meant to happen. Don’t force anything one way or the other, let whatever the hell is gonna happen, happen. “Well we both know you’re always in the mood for Italian.”

“I’m a sucker for the carbs what can i say. Plus a glass of wine doesn’t sound too awful right now.”

His hand resting on the gear shift as he pulled out of the parking garage. The drive to the restaurant quiet, the result of you two being apart for so long that it was almost awkward between you two.

So far, your brain was telling you this wasn’t a good sign that this date was magically going to fix things.

“So, how late did you stay up doing your stuff last night?” Mat asking from behind his wine glass as you chuckled. “Um my job? I was up pretty late doing that stuff. Couldn’t even tell you how long I edited for last night.” Your voice trailing off as you sipped your wine, your palms sweaty just thinking about the secret you were hiding from him.

“I believe it, probably had a ton of footage to sift through.” He didn’t even make eye content when talking to you, glancing over the menu as you rested your chin on your fist with a sigh. “Plus I had extra clips to edit of Matt Rempe since it was his debut and everything.”

Mat laughed as he nodded, “Yeah that kid is something else. A fight his first shift, probably gonna end up with more penalty minutes than minutes on ice this season. That is if he lasts.” You were a bit surprised by his comments, Mat never the type to shit talk other guys in the league. “Hey, he earned his spot yesterday and he’s gonna keep working hard to stay up here. He’s a great guy. I personally think you’d like him, if you got to know him versus judging him…”

Your voice trailed off as your server brought your food. “Okay, no more hockey talk. Where shall I take you shopping? Need a new purse? Some shoes? I know you never turn down shoes.” He smiled at you as he wiped the pasta sauce from his chin.

This was always Mat’s way of fixing things. He loved to shop, both for you and for himself. So anytime he felt like he’d fucked up, his solution was to buy you everything you wanted without checking a price tag. But the material things never actually addressing the root of the problem that was there to begin with. Simply covering it up with new shoes, a new jacket, or purse.

“I don’t care, wherever is fine. Nothing I really need if I’m honest.” Your tone caught him off guard, at this point you were over this lunch date. Wishing you hadn’t even thought for a second that things were going to get better. “Okay, do you want to just go home and watch a movie or something? Since shopping doesn’t seem to be a good idea today.”

“Sure, a movie is fine.”

Mat decided for the two of you to head back to his place, due to traffic being crazy heading in the direction of your apartment. The car ride once again quiet, Mat a bit unsure what to talk about. He’d offended you when talking about your job and judging Rempe. Shopping normally be something you liked to do with him, but that too seemed to be a bad idea.

It wasn’t that he was on oblivious to the fact that things between you two were different, he just didn’t know why or how he could fix it. Feeling like it was a battle he’d already lost in your eyes. And no matter how hard he might try to prove to you he was still willing to fight, you’d just blow him off. Already moved on in your mind.

“Wow, someone has been decorating. Who helped you with this?” You looked around his apartment shocked, never knowing Mat to be a good decorator. “Well thanks, I didn’t think I sucked that bad at interior design. I maybe had a little help, but for the most part it was all me.”

He smiled proud as he grabbed a bottle of wine and two glasses.

“So, what movie are you thinking?”

Taking your glass you shrugged, “surprise me? You’re better at picking movies than me.” Mat laughing as he placed the stopper back in the bottle. “This is true, let me take a quick look at our options.”

Subconsciously you had practically chugged your glass of wine, your nerves rampant as you didn’t know what the hell you were doing. Clearly you were unhappy, this date not going at all how you hoped. You still were holding out hope, but the more and more Mat didn’t talk to you or kept conversation short, the more your thoughts were racing.

“Do you still love me?”

Mat snapped his head to you, almost laughing as he couldn’t believe you’d asked such a thing. Almost shocked a bit yourself at your boldness to just come right out and say that. “Um, yes? Why would you even ask that?”

“When’s the last time you said it? Do you realize what I’ve been going through these last few months? Hell let’s just say the whole last year. I barely see you! We barely speak, and lord knows we haven’t had sex in months. Not that it matters that much, but we both know you like sex. So the fact we haven’t even done that…Like, are you just waiting for me to breakup with you? Or am I supposed to just wait around for you to start acting like the man I fell in love with again?”

He set his wine glass down, trying to figure out what to say. Feeling like no matter what he said at this point it would probably come across like an excuse.

“I, I don’t know what to say. Because, I don’t have a good enough reason for why I’ve been acting this way. And, you’re right. You don’t deserve this. Maybe, you should’ve given up on me a long time ago. I don’t know y/n, I can’t lie to you and say I don’t notice that it’s different. But I also don’t know what to do to fix it.”

“Kiss me! Hold me! Tell me you love me. Get excited to see me after months of hardly talking. There’s plenty of things you could do. The answer isn’t to treat me to lunch and take me shopping. I don’t need food and clothes, I need my boyfriend. I need to feel like you love me. Like you miss me.”

“And you don’t think I feel that way?”

His tone coming out hurt, his hands running through his hair as he tried to think of a response.

“Notice how you haven’t said it once. Even when I point it out, you say yes and agree, but you haven’t once said it to me. And that speaks volumes.”

Grabbing your phone and purse you headed for the door, Mat quickly running to stop you. “Now wait a minute, I get I’ve been absent and not the same guy I used to be, but I’ve never been the type to let you walk out like this. Please, talk to me. Help me understand what you need from me so we can make things work.”

Retreating to the couch, you sat down with a sigh, not sure what to say. “Mat, I shouldn’t have to tell you what I need. You’re my boyfriend. We’ve been together long enough that you should know me better than this. If you’ve fallen out of love with me, then tell me. If you’ve been seeing other people, then tell me. But please don’t keep stringing me along when it’s clear this isn’t working for us right now.”

He looked at you shocked, the assumption he was cheating hitting him like a train in his chest. “You’re joking? You think I’ve been cheating on you? Please y/n, that’s ridiculous. Where is all of this coming from? You say that I’m no longer the guy you fell in love with, but you’re starting to give me the same energy. I’ve never heard you talk like this…maybe you’re the one seeing other people?”

Stopping in your tracks you looked at him shocked, a slight chuckle leaving his lips as you tried to formulate a thought. “Yeah, doesn’t feel good being accused of that does it?”

“Of course not! No one ever wants to be accused of something like that. You know I love you, I’ve stuck by your side through so much. And I’m sorry if I’ve felt shut out or neglected. But I don’t understand what’s changed, why you won’t make time for me and prove to me that this relationship isn’t lost?”

Mat looked to the floor as he shook his head, acknowledging the things you’d said. Realizing that you were right, things had changed. And maybe he was too focused on his job that he refused to believe he’d dropped the ball.

The two of you stood in silence for a moment, you sniffled as he walked toward you, wrapping you in a hug. Your body completely relaxing in his embrace, this hug was just like you’d remembered. It was what you needed, to feel him hold you tight and reassure you things were okay.

He took your face in his hands, resting his forehead on yours as he softly kissed you. “I fucking love you, and I don’t want to be with anyone else. I don’t want to lose you. I will do whatever I have to, to prove to you that you’re it for me y/n. I’m sorry you’ve felt like I don’t care or don’t love you.”

Your hands anxiously pulling at the hem of his shirt, this was what you’d wanted, needed to hear from him. But at the same time, a part of you wished he would’ve said the opposite. Despite Matthew wanting you to try and make things work with Mat, you knew deep down he wanted things to end. He wanted to be with you, but his heart wasn’t going to let him come between you and another man. That wasn’t the type of guy he was, despite his willingness to see you behind closed doors while you figured your shit out.

“Please, just don’t walk out on me tonight. Stay with me, let me make this right between us.”

Simply nodding your head, Mat had convinced you. His lips crashing to yours as he lifted you off your feet, carrying you down the hall to his bedroom before tossing you on the bed.

He gazed down at you as he pulled his shirt off with a cocky grin, before lowering himself on top of you to bring your lips back to his. “I fucking missed you baby.”

Arching your back against him you moaned into the kiss, your skin practically on fire from his touch. Something you’d been deprived of for so long.

“God I missed you Mat.”

Your thoughts racing as you tried your best to just focus on the moment, ignoring any doubts or worries about Matthew. Mat was your boyfriend, this was the man you loved.

The two of you couldn’t get enough of each other, hands grazing every inch of one another as you both were short of breath. It was as if it were the first time you two were having sex, having to learn what each other liked, explore each other features again.

Mat normally loving to tease you and make you beg, but not tonight. Tonight he needed to show you how much he loved you, how much he cared, how sorry he was for being such an asshole to you. Yet you stuck by his side, and he’d loved you so much for that.

You’d tried to get Mat on his back so you could take some control, but he playfully pinned your arms above your head. “Not tonight baby girl, let me take care of you.”

His words sending shivers down your spine as he sat up, undoing his belt buckle then forcing his pants and briefs down in one motion. You’re gaze not leaving his as his hands traced up your legs, fingers hooking into the waistband of your leggings, pulling them off and tossing them across the room along with your panties.

“Mat, hurry up. A girl has gone months without this, I can’t wait much longer.”

Smirking down at you, he stroked himself as he teased your slit, groaning at how wet you already were. “Fuck baby, I missed how wet you get for me.” Without warning he thrusts into you, the two of you moaning at the feeling, expletives leaving your lips as you feel yourself adjusting to him. Wrapping your legs around him as he slowly began picking up the pace, your nails digging into the skin of his back as your lips longed for his. The kisses not deep enough, thrusts not hard enough, the two of you needing even more.

“Baby, I’m not going to last much longer. You feel so fucking good.”

“Cum for me Mat, please. I’m so close.”

His thrusts quick and sloppy, his breaths shorter as he cursed against your skin. A low groan leaving his lips as he came, the two of you sweaty and exhausted as you tried to collect yourselves.

“Fuck…now tell me why we haven’t done that in months?”

Mat smirked at you as he stood up, leaving to go start the shower before coming back and lifting you off the bed. “Alright, now let’s get you cleaned up.” He pressed a kiss to your lips as he carried you bridal style into the bathroom. The two of you rinsing off before climbing back into bed.

You threw on one of Mat’s t-shirts as he pulled on a pair of sweats. Laying down and holding his arm out for you to find your spot next to him. Fingers intertwining with yours as you lay your head on his chest.

“I missed this, so much.”

You felt him smile at your words, kissing your head as he agreed. “Me too baby girl. And I’m sorry you ever thought I didn’t want this with you anymore.”

The room fell silent as you were content just enjoying feeling normal again, like you’d finally gotten back to where you’d been needing to be. In your head, thanking Matthew for convincing you to even go out on the date with Mat to begin with. For convincing you to see what would happen.

Though a part of you knew it would hurt him to know you were back on good terms. Despite him saying he hoped things would work out, you knew he would still be heartbroken to know you and Mat were making it work.

“Y/n?”

The tone is Mat’s voice slightly changing, catching you off guard as you hummed a response, letting him know you were listening.

“I really am going to be better. Make more of an effort, whether that be calls, or driving to see you more often. I’m going to be better. I don’t want you to ever have to wonder if I’m missing you, if I still love you, or god forbid if I’m cheating on you.”

Your heart sinking at having accused him of the very thing you’d done just the night before. When here he was, trying to prove to you he’d just been distant, but he never lost his love for you.

“I know, I hear everything you’re saying. And I appreciate it, more than you know.”

He’d gone silent for a moment once again, you could sense he was thinking, hearing his heart racing as you laid on his chest. Soon enough, he shot up, moving to sit in front of you. Catching you off guard as you looked at him confused.

“What is it?”

Mat took your hands in his, practically choking on his own tongue as he couldn’t get his words out.

“You’re gonna think I’m crazy, but just hear me out.” Staring at him you were unsure of what you should be expecting him to say. Already happy enough with the fact that you’d, fingers crossed, gotten your boyfriend back. What else could he say now?

“I have loved you from the first day you’d found me at the rink, and shoved your phone in my face asking me to be a part of one of those dumb Tik Tok challenges. You didn’t give a fuck about who I was, just doing your job. And to be honest, that made me want to chase you even harder. Because you weren’t one of those girls who wanted me because of my looks. Or because I was a hockey player. You got to know me for who I was, and you took the time to see me for more than Mat Barzal of the New York Islanders.”

He smiled at you as he continued on, your mind and heart both racing as you couldn’t foresee the end of his sudden heartfelt moment.

“It breaks my heart you’ve felt alone for the last year. That you felt I had fallen out of love with you. But I promise, there would never be anything that could make me fall out of love with you y/n. And, I know you’re going to think I’m crazy when I ask this, but I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

He briefly looked down at your hands in his, taking a deep breath as if to gain the confidence to finally spit out the words he’d been stalling from saying.

“Will you make me the happiest man in the world, and marry me?”

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mschievousx · 2 days

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now and then | b.b.

pairing: benedict bridgerton x ofc

summary: loraine silva always knew she was not normal. she loves unusual things. she loves her father's guns, horses, boxing, climbing a tree, falling from a tree, engineering, astronomy... oh, and a man eleven years older.

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vii. seven: we would still be friends

loraine walked with aim under the silence of the night. she took a step out of the comfort of the house and into their gardens, sighting the swing. she will always be fond of it. it held a lot of memories when they were all younger and had no worries in the world but saying farewell for the day.

the young silva held it still, sitting down as she leaned her head on the rope. she needed a break from everything. fortunately, she was able to think fast and make up a story earlier at dinner when violet asked her about her early departure and her father's lack of presence in the ball.

she had a lot on her mind, but of course, she could not miss the way he occupied the other swing beside her. benedict leaned on the rope as well, facing her with a cigarette in between his fingers.

"is there something going on?" he asked with concern in his features and worry lacing his words.

she chuckled lightly at the reminder, yet people cannot know, "nothing, why?"

he took another puff of his cigarette, his silence for the mean time speaking a lot. this made the girl think that perhaps, he is so preoccupied that he needed to turn to cigarettes for dopamine stimulation.

he could have just asked her to be with him though.

"you have not asked me yet," benedict began, wary of his choice of words, "why i am avoiding you."

"ah, that." raine replied resignedly with a small smile, "i just figured perhaps you are busy."

he nodded with a hum, "i am. my mind is quite all over the place."

the young silva wanted to laugh, to yell that she was too, to tell him about all that is happening and finally have him on her side.

yet, the only thing she could think of was to inquire about himself, "is that why you are still awake?"

"partly," he took a deep breath at that, treading carefully.

raine can now feel it. he was never cautious of his words around her, but now, this was the foretelling of a series of anguish. and, she wanted for time to stop so it will not be said.

"i want to tell you that maybe," he played with his mouth. it was as if he could taste the bitterness of his own words, "it is time to stop the confessions."

she shut her eyes closed, focusing on the beating of her heart as she responded dejectedly in understanding, "ah."

"may i ask why?" raine continued, gathering her thoughts.

benedict clicked his tongue, having a hard time to explain it as evident in his features, "i am... simply not interested in marriage. i do not wish to lead you on."

she nodded without question, but she did want to tell him that he already did—for eight years. however, she could not bring herself to fault him. the man answered her with clear rejection every time. and honestly, she did not believe he will eventually choose to marry her. but hopeful, she was—immensely.

"you are one of the eyed debutantes this season, and this," he gestured between them, wanting to make his point clear, "what you are doing ruins excellent marriage prospects for you."

raine could not stop herself from laughing it could be mistaken for sarcasm, "it is for my own benefit then?"

he could not pinpoint if she was mocking him or not, so he chose to let it pass, wondering to himself if he had done the right thing.

"you know," she turned to face him from the swing, lips forming a thin smile, "i really like you a lot."

she looked at him with eyes that cannot be read. it could either mean she is feeling a lot of emotions all at once... or simply none.

benedict looked at her, still with the same intensity as he always did, "believe me, i know."

"i really like you that even though this is what you are telling me, i am still elated because you talked to me."

he casted his eyes downward, an act akin to show shame. he wanted her to yell at him, to say that he could go fuck himself because she will still do what she wants and propose to him as much.

but, she did not. she was accepting it like a true lady that benedict could not help but admire her once more.

"why me?"

she let out a sigh at his question, "i ask the same thing everyday."

after a prolonged silence, he threw his cigarette away, taking a hold of her hand, enveloping it in his own, "i only want peace for you—within you, so i ask of you to let me go."

"i do not have the ability to let you go, ben. you were not mine to begin with. you have been free all along." she took her hands from his, lightly engulfing his in hers before leaning away, "it is i who needs to ask you that, but i can see the answer is quite apparent."

"i am not throwing away our friendship."

"of course," raine replied with ease, giving him a reassuring smile, "we would still be friends."

benedict nodded warmly at her, saying a few thanks before standing up to let the girl have her time to herself. she turned to the now empty swing beside her, his smell of ash and nicotine still present—the only indications that it indeed happened. and while she has convinced herself that she knew this was going to happen at some point, the tear that graced her cheeks was the witness of betrayal.

she has read it in a book before: perhaps, you have not really lived if love has not killed you at least once. she is on her way to becoming immortal.

and so, although he has broken her heart yet again, her warm smile never left her features. you can break my heart a thousand times if you like. she wanted to touch him, hoping not for the last time.

it was only ever yours to break anyway.

━━━ ✦ ❘ ☽ 【❖】 ☾ ❘ ✦ ━━━

raine woke up in the guest room of the bridgerton's house. she almost believed last night to be a dream—a nightmare, if it was. but, it was not. it was as real as it can be. a fact she has to face and move forward at the arrival of another day.

she descended the stairs and went to the drawing room where the the children's laughters can be heard.

"how did you sleep, dear?" violet greeted at the sight of the woman joining them.

"quite well, lady bridgerton. thank you."

"would you like to have breakfast? we are already done eating." she offered, raine realising that she has woken up quite late now with the sun too far out.

"it is alright. i am not feeling hungry." she smiled politely at the older woman as hyacinth took a hold of her hand eagerly.

"are you going home today, raine?"

she turned to her and replied, "yes, in a while. why?"

"play with us!" gregory joined the two.

she laughed as she ruffled the young man's hair, "of course, whatever game did you have in mind?"

"cards." hyacinth turned to her brother as the latter groaned.

"you will definitely beat me at that."

"house then." she chose again, hoping that the boy will agree so that they can finally start playing.

greg nodded, turning and running upstairs, "wait, let me get ben."

at the mention of him, raine turned to the little girl, "i think we can just play cards. let's defeat gregory again this time."

the young one was about to reply when the boy appeared in an instant, just as fast as he left, now with a scolding tone.

they both rounded up the corner as greg dragged him in, "you can go to your women later."

"i am not going to my—" the words died down in his throat when he saw her. the last night seems to haunt them both.

seeing her arm linked to hyacinth's, he had a clue on what was going to happen and he can do nothing as the kids dragged them both by hand.

"let us go to the gardens."

hyacinth placed a long cloth for them to sit atop on the grass. gregory came bearing kitchenwares, utensils, and biscuits.

oh, it was definitely shaping like a game of house.

the young girl has gestured for them to sit first and wait as the kids took care of everything for the act. raine sat easily on the cloth, taking a biscuit or two.

the other, however, did not know where to sit. he tried to rearrange the glasses and plates, avoiding to sit beside her as he thought she would be uncomfortable.

noticing what he was doing, raine dusted off her hands together away from the food to remove the crumbs and spoke.

"oh, come on, ben. we are friends."

he was surprised she addressed him at first but immediately smiled at that, finally sitting beside her. both kids arrived and now settled across them too. the game is about to start, it seems.

"okay, so cinth and i are the parents then you both are the children." the pair who was supposed to act as the children tilted their heads at the boy.

it was not that they did not want to act as kids or that they wanted to act as the other. they simply expected to act as the parents seeing as, well, they are older.

benedict questioned directly, "wait, why? who said you get to decide the roles?"

hyacinth sided with the boy, groaning as she answered for him, "ugh, it's no fun if we act as siblings and you a couple. why did we even play pretend if you just wanted to act like in real life?"

the older brother paused, his breath caught up at the mention once again. he did not know what to say to address what his sister said. should i deny it? no, that would be too strong as if i am repulsed by her. should i just let it be? no, that would also be as if i am accepting the idea—which could not be farther from the truth given what transpired last night.

his train of thoughts stopped when the lady beside him laughed genuinely as she reached across to hyacinth and pinched her cheeks, "fine, i will be a child."

and for the first time in today, benedict breathed with calmness and relief. he could not help but look at her as she laughed with his siblings, playing off everything.

and watching her like this, he allowed a warm smile to grace his lips and reach his eyes. everything is going to be okay. perhaps, this is the joy they have been longing for.

but like most misery, it started with apparent happiness.

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richonnesbitch · 2 days

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Hey everyone! Here's chapter 1 of a fanfic I wrote about what would have went down had we gotten a bridge wedding in season 9. It's been wracking my brain forever so I just had to write it. If everyone likes it, I'll post chapter 2!

Rick marveled at the ring in his hand. Not only was the ring itself perfect, but the timing itself was. There was about a week's time before the bridge was completed and Rick was hoping to marry her on that exact day. His dream was about to come true.

He placed a hand on Gabriel's shoulder, giving it squeeze. "Thank you, Gabriel."

Gabriel smiled. "Congratulations, Rick. When are you going to propose?"

"Soon. Tonight. As soon as possible."

"Well, good luck.", Gabriel replied earnestly.

Rick smiled and nodded. "I want us to have the wedding the day the bridge is completed."

"You're gonna plan a wedding in only a week?"

Rick let out a chuckle. "I've been planning this for months."

Gabriel chuckled with him. "Okay, Rick. Good luck."

Rick pocketed the ring as he walked home, plotting the entire way on how he should make his move. He'd been so focused on the wedding itself he didn't even think on how he'd propose. And now he only had a week to do it. Heat took over his body as the jitters started to kick in.

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As Michonne walked into her home the smell of candles, spaghetti, and garlic bread overtook the room. Surprise grew on her face as she looked around the room. "Rick?"

"Hey." He was standing at the kitchen table pouring two glasses of red wine. He had a huge smile on his face and his eyes were as bright as the sun.

She begin to smile as well. "What's all this about?"

"Just supper. Hope you're hungry."

"I am. Where's Judith?"

"Rosita offered her to stay the night. I thought me and you could have some time to ourselves." He pulled out a chair, gesturing for her to take a seat.

She knew he was up to something and she had a good idea of what it was but felt excited to see how this played out. She happily took her seat with Rick taking the chair next to her.

"This looks amazing.", she complimented the food, taking a bite of it. She nodded her head. "It is."

Rick was staring, still smiling at her. "Glad you like it." He grabbed her hand, using his thumb to rub her fingers. "How was your day?"

The two continued to talk as they ate. "Good. The garden is thriving, even more than last month. No one's sick in the infirmary right now. Alexandria's doing good."

Rick nodded his head. "Yeaaah. I knew you'd take good care of this place."

"We are taking care of place.", she firmly corrected him.

"Mmm... It's mostly you. I just wanted to say... you're doing an amazing job. And I really appreciate it. Thank you for everything that you do.", Rick complimented her sincerely. And he truly meant every word. He was so beyond grateful for this woman he felt like he couldn't find the words to express it. There were not words strong enough to show his appreciation for her. But he sure tried.

Every word hit her hard, sending tingles throughout her body. His voice did things to her when he spoke softly with his rough, southern drawl.

She decided to take the compliment. She had been working very hard lately and it was nice to feel appreciated. He always knew how to make her feel seen. "Thank you, Rick.", she responded with a hand squeeze. "What about you? How was your day?"

He still had that smile on his face, while also looking kind of sweaty. "Great. Really great. The bridge should be completed in about a week."

"Rick, that's amazing. We should do something to celebrate! Us, the rest of the communities."

Rick shook his head in agreement. "Yeah, I was thinking the same." That was the end of his sentence but it seemed like there was something else he wanted to say. Instead he said, "you don't like the wine?"

"Oh, sorry. I just... don't like the taste of wine and spaghetti."

"Let me get you some water then." He let go of her hand to get up but she tightened her grip.

"I can get it."

Rick laughed. "Let me.", he softly demanded. Michonne released his hand and he swiftly moved to fetch her a glass. "You want ice?"

"Sure."

She watched lovingly as he opened the freezer and grabbed a few cubes out the tray, dropping them into her water. He could feel her eyes on him. "So, this celebration thing... Kingdom will come, Hilltop will come. We can all bring some food. Maybe Eugene can be a DJ, you know since he's handy with that stuff. I'm sure he has all types of CD's, tapes, and whatnot. " He walked back to the table, setting her glass next to her plate and taking his seat again.

"You've got this all planned out, huh?"

He grinned. "Yeah, I guess."

"So when are we doing all this?"

"The night the bridge is complete."

"Have you talked to everyone else about this yet?"

"Well, a little bit. Not in detail. But I don't see why they wouldn't. This would be good for all of us."

"Well, you should talk to them as soon as possible since it's only a few days away."

"Yeah, I'll do that. But..." His voice became slightly shaky.

"But what?"

"I wanted to go over it with you first." He looked down, seemingly unable to meet her eyes. "Michonne... I've had this on my mind a while now. This bridge is the start of something new. It really feels like everything is finally coming together. All the communities coming together like this... this world was broken. And here you are putting the pieces back together. If anyone could do it, it's you." Suddenly he rose out of his chair and bent down on one knee pulling a ring out of the breast pocket of the plaid shirt he was wearing. "You are the love of my life. I love you so, so much. I'm yours till the day I die. Will you marry me?" Michonne could see his chest puffing up and down.

Her eyes begin to well up with tears. Slowly she joined him on his knees, taking both of his hands in hers. "If you would have told me all that time ago that we ended up here, I would have never believed you. I still can't believe it. I love you so much, Rick. You're my one true love. Of course I'll marry you."

Michonne felt Rick's cold wet tears trickle down his face as she pulled him in for a deep kiss. As they pulled away, the pair begin to laugh.

Quietly Rick stood up, taking Michonne's hand again. "Come on.", he whispered, guiding her upstairs to their bedroom. She continued to giggle.

The couple ravished one another as the night went on, just completely enjoying themselves together without a care in the world. They fought so long, so hard for simple moments like these and now their time had finally came. Nothing was gonna keep this from them ever again. Nothing and no one. To them, this was everything. They had the rest of their lives to spend together and not a single moment would go by unappreciated... least of all this one.

After a very long, very pleasureful night exhaustion started to consume them. As daylight slowly crept up on them, they decided it was time to finally get some rest.

"So. You're taking my last name, right?"

Michonne chuckled. "Yes, baby. I'm taking your last name."

Rick softly smiled, placing a tiny kiss on her shoulder as they laid cuddling in their bed. "Good."

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beensbaee · 3 days

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𝓝𝓔𝓣𝓔𝓨𝓐𝓜 𝓘𝓜𝓐𝓖𝓘𝓝𝓔 🤍

neteyam x tuktirey's teacher - THE CLANS KARYU

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

The girl was born to teach.

She was born to heal, to understand, to spread her life through the clan.

Y/n believed Eywa had one purpose only for Y/n; to love.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

"Come, come children!" Her voice rose above theirs, as she made the gesture of a circle with her hands

Their voices quieted, excited whispers as they tumbled over each other, running and racing and laughing as they tried their best to get front row seats to hear whatever tale their beloved teacher had for them tonight.

They sat on the grass, huddled close together with smiles so big it made Y/n's own heart swoon

To hurt the heart of a child, any child, felt like a physical wound to her

Their innocence, their purity- was a beautiful thing. A thing Eywa had given her the privilege of being able to see

How she yearned to help them grow, watch them turn into warriors, into healers- watch them fill the role they were born for, just as she did

As they quieted down, they looked towards her with round eyes filled with wonder and waited patiently for her to begin.

"Tell me children, who among you know the story of Toruk Makto?" Her voice rang out, clear as day as they all rose their hands upward excitedly, their laughter a rising wave

"Many of you, I see..." She started, but trailed off as she recognized Toruk Makto's youngest daughter, Tuktirey, staring at Y/n with something she hadn't seen before

The girls gaze did not fail to make her heart skip. Yes, children looked at her with admiration, appreciation, giddiness even- But this girl, her gaze held nothing but absolute love.

Y/n's own eyes softened, as she sent the girl a small secretive grin. She jumped a bit, surprised she had been noticed, but did not fail to send a grin ten times as big back

Y/n laughed as the girls small fangs peaked through her smile, turning back towards the other awaiting children as her voice rose once again

"The story of our hero, who lives among this very clan. And the one's before him too," She spoke, her voice projecting to every child's awaiting ears

She continued her tale, the children occasionally bursting out in laughter at her entertaining tale telling, some brought to tears as she recited their beautiful history in such a voice that had the children closing their eyes and envisioning every word

Every now and then, her eyes would trail back to Tuktirey, only because she couldn't help it. The way she had looked at her was the way Y/n dreamed to make a child feel. Safe. Happy.

As she concluded her story, the children would always be quiet. In deep thought, thinking solely on the story they had just been told.

Today was a little different however, Tuktirey's hand found Y/n's as she stared up at her

"Y/n! You were talking about my dad! Did you know this? My dad is Toruk Makto!" She said, hands clapping excitedly

"Yes Tuktirey, one of the greatest warriors! And you're just like him, aren't you?" She responded, bending down to the young girls height with a smile

"I want to be, Y/n" She replied dreamily, her hands squeezing Y/n's before she turned to her once again

"And my mama too, she is the best! She makes the best food and is the best with her bow. Did you know it was my grandfather's?"

The two of them spoke for a while, Tuktirey talking about anything and everything, the two of them giggling at the silly things she said

"Tuktirey, it is late. Come now, let me walk you home." Y/n said, standing up and lending a hand to the small girl, who stood with a pout

"Eclipse already?" She asked sadly, as Y/n squeezed her hand

"Yes, already." She replied laughing

They walked back quietly, holding hands as the sounds of Pandora's many creatures at night filled the silence

Once she spotted Neytiri and Jake, she gently let go of Tuktirey's hand and bent down to her level to say her goodnights

"Now, you're going to be a good girl and get some food to eat, yes? It is very important, not only for our bodies but for our minds-" Y/n said as she gently tapped the girls forehead, who turned her face away giggling

"Yes, yes! I will eat, but- won't you say hello to my parents? You can tell them how they were in your story!" She said excitedly, not even waiting for an answer before latching onto her hand once again and pulling her in their direction

"Oh, no no it is ok, you must not worry about that- I don't want to disturb-"

"Mama! Dad!"

Well, too late for that.

Y/n stumbled forward so flustered she didn't even have the time to react as Tuktirey ran and stood on the other side next to her parents, smiling from ear to ear

Neytiri was the first one to see her, her gaze softening as she recognized the young girl in front of her. Jake's eyes were on her next, a curious glint in them as he watched his daughter and wife smile at the girl

"Toruk Makto-Neytiri, I see you" She started, bowing her head as she tried to calm her heart

"I see you, Karyu Y/n" Neytiri said, bowing her head as Jake's ears perked up at the name

"Y/n? The famous Y/n we've been hearing all about?" He said, voice so happy she was genuinely surprised

"Oh, yes. That is me! Though, I would just like to ask, how did you hear of me?" She said giving the man a confused smile as she tilted her head curiously

He was the clan's leader, there were many aspects he had to know about, but teaching was not one of his main priorities. That responsibility had been taken by the elders, who took great pride in helping the children with this - especially the orphans who had lost their parents and family in the war.

"Neteyam, that boy, he's always talking about you! Did you know-"

A sharp intake of breath was taken by Neytiri as she quickly interrupted him

"Yes, but Y/n is known for her wonderful teaching, isn't she Ma'Jake?" She asked, her gaze something piercingly lethal, as if she was daring him to utter another word

"Well, yes of course. You are, the best at that. It's just that-"

"Y/n and Tuktirey, will you tell me of the stories told tonight? I know you are a wonderful storyteller, I would love to hear them" She said, her voice strained as she looked at her husband in a gaze she did not understand

She was beginning to panic. Their son spoke about her? Neteyam? The warrior?

She tried looking for Tuktirey for help, but her eyes landing on another figure, Lo'ak.

He was laughing as he watched his parents, and not a moment later, running off as if to find someone

Her heart beat quickened, and she was sure she had never been more confused in her life

"I can leave, if that it was you want? I would not want to intrude on any private discussion-" She said, her feet already moving to take a step back as all three, Jake, Neytiri, and Tuktirey responded with a quick "No!"

"You should come eat with us, yes?" Neytiri finally decided to say, a satisfied smile on her face as she finally ended the very thorny conversation

Y/n stared at her, eyes blinking rapidly as her gaze went from Neytiri to Tuktirey to Jake, all who were looking at her awaitingly, Neytiri almost seeming to be holding her breath

Finally, Y/n smiled, and nodded her heard vigorously

"Yes, Yes thank you - I would be honored."

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

It wasn't everyday you got to eat directly with the clan leader, Toruk Makto, himself.

But there Y/n was, talking to seemingly the friendliest man ever, and the Neytiri, during dinner.

Initially, Tuk was with all three of them, until she'd run off with her friends. Y/n started with feeling another surge of panic as she was left alone, but Neytiri simply placed a gentle hand on her shoulder and led her to where she and Toruk Makto were eating their food together

The conversation started with Y/n feeling overwhelmed and a little embarrassed, but before she knew it, she was giggling with the biggest smile ever on her face as Jake cracked joke after joke, Neytiri only shaking her head with her own smile as they all conversed together

They talked about many things, but Y/n found herself distracted as her mind strayed to a certain boy

Y/n would be lying if she said she didn't find Neteyam attractive. She'd be lying if she said she didn't admire him-his ways of handling himself and how brave and loving he was with his younger siblings.

She remembers the few times they had made eye contact, how fast her heart would beat as it seemed like he was staring straight into her soul. She remembers the even fewer times she was absolutely sure he was staring at her during dinner

But those nights, when she would lay in her hammock and look towards the stars in the sky, she'd shake her head in frustration

Of course he wasn't looking at me. You can't think that way, silly .

She'd always brushed if off, figuring it was her imagination having too much fun

But now when she thought of what Y/n figured was a slip-up on Jakes part, she realized maybe, just maybe, her gut was right. He had admitted that Neteyam did know who she was and had spoken about her, to his family of all people!

She forced herself to pay attention to the two people in front of her, as she emerged herself into the conversation completely to keep herself of making anymore crazy possibilities.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

"NETEYAM!"

Neteyam watched as his prey, the one he'd been tracking for the past hour, stood upright at the horrible sound of his baby brothers screaming voice and ran away with so much speed, he barely saw the blur that whipped past

He hissed, turning around to see Lo'ak tripping over branches as he ran towards him

"Lo'ak, you scared my prey away you idiot!" He snapped, gently slapping the back of his head as he sighed, turning to look at the panting boy in front of him

Neteyam gave a small smile at him, as he realized he must've ran all over the forest looking for him

"Now, what do you want Skwang? And why did you run all the way here? You do realize-"

"Y/n!" He managed to heave between pants, hands on the forest floor as he looked up to see his brothers reaction- a sickening grin on his face as the color completely left Neteyam's face, his once grinning expression replaced with one filled with so much fear that Lo'ak had to physically restrain himself from laughing in his face

For a moment, all he could hear was the blood rushing to his head.

After a couple of seconds, he managed to respond

"What?" He said, while Lo'ak only managed to let out a wheeze at the sound of Neteyam's voice

"You heard me bro, Y/n. Mom and dad- they were talking to her. You know what dad said? He goes- he goes- " But Lo'ak couldn't finish his sentence, as it seemed his heart failed and he fell into a laughing fit while Neteyam looked at him, mortified.

"What?! Lo'ak, what did he say? Lo'ak! Oh Great Mother!" He said desperately, shaking Lo'ak to get him to stop laughing. Once he saw the tears of laughter in the boy's eyes, he realized how badly his parents must've accidentally embarrassed him.

Knowing his dad, he'd probably said something he most definitely was not supposed to say without knowing.

Slinging his bow over his back, he yanked Lo'ak off the ground and began running back, yelling over his shoulder that he won't forgive Lo'ak if he's lying.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

Lo'ak, unfortunately, was not lying.

He'd managed to watch the clan have their dinner from afar, keeping an eye out for his parents as he crept around

Once his eyes landed on them, he physically winced as he watched the girl he'd been crushing on for years talking to his mother and father.

He knew with the way his father kept looking around expectedly was for Neteyam, but he didn't step out of his hiding spot without making a quick prayer to the Great Mother to ease his embarrassment as much as she could bare to

He fixed his hair, positioned his bow as perfectly as he could, and stepped into the clan like a warrior walking into war

It might as well have been that with the way his parents eyes latched onto him in an instant, like a predator to prey.

"Neteyam! Come here boy!"

She turned around, curious eyes finding his, and his heart physically stopped beating

Jake blinked, watching Neteyam completely freeze about a dozen meters away from them, staring at Y/n like he'd just seen a ghost

Jake let out a nervous laugh, as he waved his hand, gesturing his son over once again

Neytiri winced as her son made their way towards them, bumping into two other na'vi on the way and clumsily standing in front of them in a way she'd never seen before. He looked tense, his tail flicking behind him with his ears up in alert. He quickly bowed his head to greet his mother and father

He turned to her next, and finally let out the breath he'd been holding for so long

Up close, he was able to see features he hadn't been able to see from afar

A beautifully unique set of freckles he'd never seen before lined her face in a way that was alarmingly beautiful. Her neck was delicate, and adorned with a handmade necklace - his mind immediately imagined her bent over vine and holding a knife, expertly creating the jewelry with her slim brows pulled together in concentration

Once he reigned in his thoughts, which were crashing together like waves in a storm, he could only think of one thing clearly; Eywa took her time in creating her. And as he looked into the brightest eyes he'd ever seen, he knew in an instant he would never meet someone like her again.

"I see you, Y/n," He breathed out, slightly surprised with himself for being able to get the words out.

" I see you, Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'ita," She said, her lips pulled into the prettiest smile he'd ever seen as his heart skipped a beat again

He grinned at her, noticing the faint pink blooming on her cheeks

Was that from him? Or was she just shy?

"Acquainted now, aren't we?" Jake said from behind, grinning like he'd achieved the match of the century

Neteyam knew in that moment, he'd never be more thankful for his father's intervention as he watched the girl smile softly at him, a knowing look in her eyes that said she knew exactly how he felt for her

Neteyam had a feeling he knew how she felt about him too.

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turcott3 · 2 days

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the way

kirby dach x fem! reader

warnings?: tooth rotting (and i mean it) fluff

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the way i love you

“it’s nice to see you too pretty girl.” kirby giggles lightly as you climbed quickly into his lap. the work day seemed to crawl as you anxiously waited to greet your boyfriend at home for the first time in a month and a smile never left your cheeks from the moment you clocked out.

“i missed you.” you mutter as you hug yourself to his chest, his arms wrapping delicately around you.

“i missed you too.” he replies into your hair, kissing you gently on the head.

“being apart from you for that long really made me think about you, and us, every single day. there wasn’t an hour that passed that i didn’t think about you.” you say sitting up in his lap, now looking down at him.

“what about me?” he asks, giggling tucking your hair behind your ears.

“everything.” you reply and a confused expression spreads across his face.

“kirby. you’re perfect. i love the way you’re shy meeting new people, i love the way you still blush whenever someone speaks highly of you, i love the way your eyes disappear when you smile, i love the way you fill my stomach with butterflies just bye making eye contact with me, i love the way you support your siblings, i love the way you take care of your teammates, i love the way you care so much, you’re just everything my love.” you continue, taking his cheeks into your hands.

“can i kiss you?” he asks very seriously.

“yes?” you reply as his lips find their way to yours, gently and lovingly, filling your whole body with butterflies. you could never get over the way he held you so gently and the way his lips melted perfectly onto yours. it’s like he was handcrafted for you.

your heart ached when he pulled away, instantly missing the feeling of his soft, pink lips on yours.

“why’d you stop?” you pout.

“because. how else am i supposed to tell you how much i love you?” he replies a smile slowly spreading across both of your faces.

“go on.” you egg him on and he giggles.

“i love your smile and how contagious your laugh is, i love the way your body so perfectly fits against my chest and how gorgeous your eyes are, i love when you dress up, i love when you wear my sweatpants, i love the way your tongue pokes out of your mouth when you’re focused, i love how passionate you are about things you love, i love the way you dance to any music, but mostly i just love the way you love me, and to me that’s what matters most.” he says, not once breaking eye contact with you.

“wow that was a lot.”

“i have more.” he smiles.

“you don’t need to list anymore kirbs.”

“i love you so much baby.”

“i love you too.” you blush, wrapping your arms tightly around the brunette. his grip finds its way under your legs, supporting your weight as he stood up, walking you to your shared bedroom.

the night was full of passion. a months worth of pent up love, sadness and joy all spilling over in the matter of hours. you missed the way he made you feel. the way his callused hands grazing over your bare skin caused it to be littered with goosebumps. you missed the way the sweet kisses he pressed to your jaw helped to drown out the hazy sensation of the intense stimulation you felt between your legs.

the way he made you feel loved, like never before.

every moment practically made you wonder how god put you on earth with him at the same time, in the same place. almost like he was hand sculpted just for you. you’d never felt a love or understanding like his. it was strong, yet soft. the exact sensation you’d been craving ever since you were a little girl, sitting in front of your living room tv watching a princess movie.

“do you ever think about our future?” you mumble, laying on his chest as his hands rubbed gently up and down your bare back.

“i do.” he simply replies.

“what do you see?”

“home.”

“what do you mean?”

“you. you are my future. you are my home. i want to do life with you until we’re old and ugly.” he says finally locking eyes with you. a blush quickly spread across your face as you buried your cheek on his chest.

“awe are you blushing?” he giggles, tickling your sides.

“kirby dach, stop it.” you laugh sitting up slightly,

“were you blushing?” he asks again, taking your chin into his hand.

“yeah i was.” you admit as he runs a soft thumb over your cheek bone.

“i love you.” he says quietly.

“i love you.” you reply, reconnecting your lips with his.

#kirby dach #kirby dach fluff #kirby dach x reader #kirby dach imagine #nhl #montreal canadiens #nhl imagine #turcs’ talk

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Won’t You Be My Neighbor?

Part 14

Previous part here

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Before they knew it, summer had turned into fall, and day camp had ended for Henry and Max. But although they were now back in school, their routine had stayed very much the same.

Every afternoon, they’d walk home from the bus stop and then make their way down the block, and it was always a toss-up which house they’d settle at for the afternoon. Y/N and Emmett had become very comfortable in each other’s homes, and the two of them and the boys would seamlessly migrate between the two houses whenever they felt like it, essentially now having two home bases.

Y/N still never spent the night at Emmett’s unless the boys were away, but she was often there so late that they were already in bed by the time she left. They had essentially become a family, and neither Y/N nor Emmett could have felt more content with the entire situation. Emmett had also finally found someone he’d hired as his new employee at the shop, and once the new guy started working in a couple weeks, Emmett would finally be able to once again be home at a consistent time every evening.

It was after dinner one night that Emmett looked at Y/N as she was folding some of his laundry (he’d told her a thousand times she didn’t need to even offer to do that, but she’d insisted), and he walked over to where she stood by the dryer and grabbed his shirt out of her hands, and big smile of amusement on his face.

“Hey! What are you doing?” she said as she returned his smile as she tried to yank it back from him.

“I was thinking,” he replied.

“Thinking about what?” she asked as she reached for the shirt again, but Emmett continued to hold it out of her reach.

“Thinking about how ironic it is that you went from hating me with a passion to now doing my laundry.”

Y/N smiled again and stepped closer to him, and Emmett wrapped his arms around her waist.

“’Hate’ is a strong word,” she said as she looked at him, a twinkle in her eye. “We’ll go with ‘unbelievably irritating.’”

Emmett chuckled.

“And to think that all I had to do to change your mind was kiss you,” he replied. “Could have saved so much time.”

“Who said you changed my mind?” Y/N replied, but the triumph from her smart remark was short lived as Emmett tickled her ribs.

“You’re still no picnic, either, princess,” he said to her teasingly with a smile, and she laughed, then buried her face in his neck and squealed as he tickled her again. When he finally let her go, Y/N looked at him with a loving smile.

“I actually had the same thought the other day,” she said.

“Yeah?” Emmett replied.

“Yeah,” she confirmed. “And then I went and thanked Henry for all the times he fibbed about forgetting his key.”

Smiling once more, Emmett leaned forward and kissed her, Y/N pulling the shirt from his hand as she met his lips.

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Emmett was finishing up the final details of the work he was doing on a customer’s car when he heard the door to the shop open and looked up. He was surprised to see Y/N walking in, wearing a long winter coat and holding a bag of food in her hands. She smiled as she entered and made her way over to him.

“What are you doing here?” he asked her as she got closer. “Aren’t you supposed to be at work?”

“There were extra hands today because some of the nursing students are shadowing, and so they let a few of us off early,” she replied as she stopped in front of him and set the bag down on the bench. When she turned around to face him, Emmett bent forward and kissed her.

“Where’s your new guy? Wasn’t he supposed to start today?” Y/N asked after they’d parted.

Emmett shook his head as he leaned against the bench and crossed his arms.

“No. Tomorrow,” he answered.

“Oh, right, silly me,” Y/N replied, and she slowly walked over to the car in front of them and dragged a finger along the hood. “Are you almost done with this one?” she then asked over her shoulder.

“Yeah,” he replied, then tilted his head as he looked her up and down. “What’s with the coat?” he asked.

“It’s cold out,” she replied.

“Not that cold,” he said. Then he noticed her legs were bare, and he spoke again. “No wonder you’re freezing. Weren’t you wearing pants this morning?”

Still not turning around, Y/N simply shrugged her shoulders and then spoke.

“Do you want to eat before or after?” she asked him, ignoring his question.

Emmett furrowed his brow.

“Before or after what?”

Y/N’s back still to him, Emmett heard the sound of her coat’s zipper lowering, before she finally turned around to face him. With a mischievous look, she slowly pulled the two sides of her coat open and then sensually shrugged it off her body, letting it fall to the floor.

Emmett’s eyebrows rose along with his pulse as he saw what Y/N revealed from beneath her coat. She was wearing nothing except her little white nightgown, her skin glowing and her breasts filling the embroidered material of the cups, her nipples accentuated as they fought against the thin fabric.

After raking his eyes over her beautiful body for God knows how long, Emmett finally looked up at her again, and she spoke quietly.

“I just thought we should make the most of your last day here all alone,” Y/N said as she placed her palms on the hood of the car and leaned back against it. “You know, relish the privacy.”

Emmett’s blood had already burned through his veins straight down to his cock, and as he heard the sexy voice Y/N was speaking in and watched her sensual movements as she rested against the car, he narrowed his eyes as he met hers, his voice heavy with lust.

“That is an extremely naughty suggestion,” he said as he uncrossed his arms. “And the fact that you had the nerve to put on that nightgown and float in here with such an idea tells me that you want what’s coming to you.”

Emmett then slowly closed the distance between them and stopped in front of her, and his eyes raked over her again before she responded.

“And what’s coming to me?” she asked quietly, and then bit her lower lip.

At that, Emmett’s cock was straining against his jeans, and he raised his hands and hooked his fingers in the thin straps of her nightgown, pulling it down her chest. He then immediately palmed her bare breasts, roughly stroking her nipples with his thumbs as he leaned forward to kiss her neck. As Y/N moaned, he slowly pulled away and inhaled her scent before he suddenly yanked the nightgown the rest of the way down her body and spun her around, Y/N gasping and her palms slamming flat against the car hood to brace herself as she heard Emmett opening his pants behind her.

“Oh, you’ll see, princess,” he said with a growl.

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It was late evening a couple of months later when Emmett had briefly left Y/N on his couch to go and check that the boys had finished getting ready for bed upstairs. When he came back down several minutes later, Y/N’s eyes met his as he stopped in the doorway, looking at her.

“What?” she asked him, raising her eyebrows.

“The boys want to say goodnight to you,” he replied.

Upon hearing that, Y/N nearly began to cry, and as she sat up, Emmett walked over to her and offered his hand to help her stand from the couch.

“Just don’t let them talk you in to letting them stay up any later,” he teased her, seeing how touched she was by their affection for her. Internally, Emmett felt the impact of the moment as well, and he squeezed her hand.

After making her way upstairs, Y/N took a moment with Max and then with Henry in their rooms, giving each of them a hug and a kiss on the head before wishing them a good night and turning out their lights. Emmett had listened to all of it from the bottom of the stairs, and once he and Y/N had settled back into the couch, he wrapped his arms around her as she laid back against his chest. They were quiet for several minutes as they resumed their TV show, but Emmett suddenly muted the TV and shifted slightly.

“I want to tell you something,” he said to Y/N, and she then also shifted, sitting up and turning to look at him.

“What?” she asked, slight concern on her face as she registered Emmett’s serious expression.

Emmett looked at her for another second before leaning forward and giving her a gentle kiss, then pulling back as he looked in her eyes and stroked her cheek.

“I love you,” he said.

Her expression instantly softening and her eyes immediately welling with tears, Y/N looked back at him with so much love that she felt like her heart was going to fold in on itself.

“I love you, too,” she whispered.

For a long time after that, Y/N stayed tucked against Emmett’s chest as he wrapped his arms around her once more. When they finally separated enough to move, it was to leave the couch and go to bed, only this time, Y/N didn’t go back to her house.

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“Zip up your coat, kiddo, it’s cold out,” Y/N said to Henry as she got ready to usher him out to his carpool to basketball practice.

As Y/N then waved at the parent in the driver’s seat, Henry said a hurried goodbye as he zipped his coat and ran past her through the door. As he bounded down the front steps, he passed Emmett, who was returning home after taking Max to a friend’s house to work on a science project. He gave Henry a high five as they passed each other, and then entered the house as Y/N closed the door behind him.

“Since it’s just the two of us, how about we go out for dinner tonight?” Emmett asked her as he pulled off his flannel shirt, which was spotted with the usual grease.

“Please tell me you’re going to shower first,” she teased him as she took the shirt from him, holding it between two fingers and pretending to be disgusted.

“Why would I want to do that?” he teased her back. After removing his boots, he looked at her again.

“Give me fifteen minutes,” he said, and they met briefly for a quick kiss.

“No problem,” she smiled at him.

After tossing Emmett’s shirt in the washing machine, Y/N had busied herself scrolling through her phone when the sound of the doorbell rang through the house. Setting her phone down on the counter, she headed for the hallway and then reached the front door. Upon opening it, she was met with a woman who she guessed was around her age, a duffel bag slung over her shoulder and her cheeks slightly flushed from the cold evening air.

“Hi,” Y/N said as their eyes met.

“Oh...hi,” came the woman’s response, friendly enough, but she was obviously surprised to see Y/N answering the door.

“Can I help you?” Y/N asked.

The woman shifted the bag on her shoulder as she spoke again.

“Is Emmett here?” she asked.

“Umm, yeah,” Y/N replied, “but he’s in the shower. He’ll be down in a few minutes.”

Just as she’d said that, Y/N heard the shower turning off upstairs, and after turning her head over her shoulder briefly towards the stairs, she then faced the woman again.

“Oops, sounds like he just finished. If you want to wait here a second, I can go get him.”

The woman nodded.

“Yes, please, that’d be great,” she replied.

Pausing for just a moment, Y/N then spoke once more.

“I’m so sorry, I know this is going to sound incredibly rude, but who are you?”

Looking back at Y/N, the woman’s expression and body language were confident and casual as she replied.

“I’m his wife.”

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I have a terrible need to make these two characters the saddest people in existence. The quote that inspired this prompt on unrequited love:

The heart will break, but broken live on.

Lie to Me by Chris Isaak is so Bucky/Buck coded. Enjoy

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Loving someone who doesn't love you back is terrorizing. There's something profoundly sad about seeing your beloved smile, unaware of how it tears your heart out. The saddest part is the lack of reciprocity—the love, the brotherhood, and the deep friendship, is all there. However, only one person loves more than the other and at the end of it all Buck can only hope for Bucky’s friendship.

The most terrible aspect that makes Buck want to cry out to a higher power—one he stopped believing in when his father's fist first hit his face—is how lovable Bucky is. Bucky loves openly, wearing his emotions on his sleeve, and everyone loves him for it. He hugs, laughs, drinks, and talks with everyone. Buck is the opposite he never would be that open, his openness was destroyed by memories of a father who never expected anything good from him. But he does late at night, lying in his bed, beg God to stop his pain, his hurt because sometimes he tells like his heart will never stop hurting.

Buck was baptized by a man made of sunshine, who gave him part of his name like a deity naming his favorite creature. He was named Buck by him, and he knew he should have resisted, kept his guard up, but that smile was so bright that it melted his cold walls completely. He hated how much he loved Bucky, the first real person to offer him a piece of himself. But Buck didn't realize until it was too late how dangerous and hurtful it would be to accept that name.

Bucky is loud, always speaking about himself, and enjoys singing, dancing, and going out with different women. He frequently turns back to search for Buck, winking to him as if it's a personal joke, unaware of how much it hurts Buck. Like a hopeless soul, Buck simply smiles and swallows the pain, but his heart grows colder with each passing day.

Nights like that he always walks back alone from the pub, the cold night deepening his melancholy. His chilled hands, runny nose, and tear-streaked face reveal the wall Buck has built inside himself grumbling into the ground. With every wink from Bucky, Buck becomes even colder. The only true way he has to defend himself.

Some people believe heartbreak can kill. Buck has read stories about people who die alone and cold, their love unrequited. He feels kinship with them, knowing one day this will be his fate. Each night, as he returns from the pub, he hopes not to wake up, wishing Bucky would find him and mourn the friendship lost, to understand the pain he caused, feels it so deeply into his soul that he looses the ability to breath, the ability to live and that he will have to grieve him for the rest of his life. Because Buck knows that Bucky will grieve for him like he does all the men they had lost to this war. But Buck would never intentionally hurt his love.

What Buck doesn't realize is that every time Bucky makes someone laugh or kisses another blonde, he's thinking of Buck—his beautiful angelic Buck. Whenever he returns to the table and Buck isn't there, his heart and lungs ache. And he drinks more and hates himself and the routine continues day after day after day.

If only they both knew how much they loved each other, and how much they unknowingly hurt each other. If only.

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And they communicated and loved each other. The End.

#buck x bucky #bucky x buck #clegan #mota #mota fanfic #gale cleven #john egan #heartbreak #unrequited love #sadnees #bucky egan

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literary-motif · 5 hours

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Hey! Please, Andrew nsfw with a shy inexperienced darling?

New To This (NSFW)

Andrew Marston x Reader

“So, what do you think?” Andrew asked hesitatingly, almost nervous as you shoved another spoonful of pasta into your mouth. He had made an old recipe his grandmother had taught him when he was growing up.

She had been a sweet woman, even if she had been trapped by her circumstances. In all her life, he was certain she never missed Sunday mass once, always dutifully bowing before the altar and praying the rosary every day. It hurt seeing her get taken advantage of by his grandfather or her own children, simply because she was kind and possessed infinite patience.

Remembering her funeral still put a sour taste in his mouth.

Andrew cleared his throat, forcing a smile that turned genuine when he saw your happy expression. “I hope the amount of salt I added is agreeable?”

“If I knew you were such a good cook I’d have spared us the fiasco of that potato dish I tried to make last time,” you laughed, ducking your head in slight embarrassment at the memory of Andrew standing in the doorway to your apartment — hair nicely arranged and roses in hand — just to find you looking back at him mortified as you began to explain that the potatoes had exploded.

“The pizza we got instead was quite nice though,” he smiled, “and you flatter me. This was not hard to make at all. I can teach you one day if you’d like.”

You rested your chin on your hand, narrowing your eyes at him in false contemplation. “Hmm. You know actually, I think I much prefer you cooking for me.”

He chuckled, shaking his head as you continued eating. “I’d love to,” he said, smirking at you, “if you do the dishes afterward.”

“Deal.”

The dishes were quite easy to do, even if it seemed tedious at first. Andrew had insisted that your little arrangement did not apply to the date you were currently on, but you had insisted in turn that helping out in the kitchen was the least you could do.

Besides, doing household chores could be soothing, and as you cleaned the plates, handing them to Andrew to dry, the feeling of domesticity washing over you made warmth settle deep in your chest.

“I could have done this myself, you know,” he said, storing the last pot and hanging the tea towel to dry.

You stepped up to him, wrapping your arms around him from behind and resting your head on his shoulder. You could feel his chuckle reverberating against your chest. He turned, embracing you properly before leaning in to kiss you.

“But thank you for your help,” he murmured in between kisses, beginning to lead you to the bedroom with swaying steps. He stopped as you reached the bed, loosening the embrace to look at you.

You looked away. “Andrew—”

“It’s quite alright. We can cuddle if you’d like that,” he said, brushing your hair back and tilting your head up to look at him.

“It’s not that,” you said, clearing your throat, “I’ve never done this before and I’m— uh — nervous, I suppose.”

“I’m not the most experienced either,” he said, caressing your cheek and making your eyes flutter shut. Andrew had a sense of calmness about him that immediately put you at ease. “We could learn together if you’d like?” he asked, waiting for your response as he searched your gaze.

“I’d like that,” you said, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him as he lowered you onto the bed.

Whatever insecurities you had melted away as he kissed you, looking at you with such softness in his eyes that nearly made you tear up. You undressed each other slowly, taking your time to feel entirely comfortable before continuing.

Andrew liked peppering your skin with kisses, whereas you enjoyed tracing your fingers over his, relishing in his shivers as your hands roamed his body. “I love you,” he whispered as all your clothing littered the floor and he looked at your body before him. “You’re magnificent.”

His sincerity and the intensity of his stare made you suddenly feel shy, and you squirmed on the bed, fighting the urge to tug on the covers and hide.

“Darling, what’s wrong?” he asked, moving to stop leaning over you and instead sitting back. “Are you uncomfortable? Would you like to stop?”

You shook your head, taking a deep breath. “No, I’m fine. It’s just— I feel weirdly vulnerable.” You offered your hand to him and Andrew took it without hesitation, allowing you to pull him down until your faces were mere inches apart again. “And maybe I’m a bit intimidated by the situation,” you added, feeling your cheeks burn at the adoration shining in his eyes.

“There is no pressure, darling,” he said, leaning down to kiss you. “Are you sure you would like to continue?”

“Yes, Andrew,” you said, wrapping your arms around his neck and moving your hips until you brushed against his hard cock, making him groan.

He put a hand on your hip, stilling your movements. “I’d rather we do this slowly,” he said, rolling off of you as you nodded in agreement. “Angle your legs,” he said, caressing your side before his fingers brushed against your entrance, making you tense.

“Wait,” you said. Andrew backed off immediately. “I— Can I hold your hand?”

He smiled, intertwining the fingers of his free hand with yours and slowly kissing along your collarbone.

You sighed, sinking into the pillows as Andrew continued kissing you. “Go ahead,” you murmured, trying to relax as his fingers brushed against you again. He looked up at you, slowly easing a finger inside and making you moan.

“Does this feel good?” he asked, beginning to work you open gently.

You nodded, squeezing his hand as your eyes fell shut in bliss. “Add another,” you breathed.

Andrew complied, making you groan as he continued thrusting his fingers. He tilted his head up to kiss you, melting against you as your hand threaded through his hair and his lips swallowed your moan as he brushed against your sweet spot.

“Here?” he asked, angling his fingers in the same manner and making you arch your back.

“Yes,” you moaned, holding onto his hand tighter as pleasure coiled inside you, Andrew’s fingers making you gasp and whine until you bit your lip self-consciously, trying to make less noise. “I think that’s enough,” you breathed, trailing your hand down his chest, “I want to feel you.”

Andrew nodded, licking his lips nervously. “Are you sure?” he asked, pulling out his fingers and looking at you uncertainly. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t,” you reassured him, giving his hand a gentle squeeze, “and we can always stop, so don’t worry. I trust you.”

“I trust you, too,” he said, touching his forehead to yours as he rolled on top of you. “Are you sure, darling?”

“Yes,” you said, gasping as he slowly pushed himself inside. “Fuck, keep going,” you panted, squeezing his hand and trying to relax as he entered you fully with careful thrusts.

Andrew groaned, squeezing his eyes shut and shuddering at the feeling of you around him. “How are you?” he asked after catching his breath, raising his head to look into your eyes.

“Good,” you breathed, craning your neck to kiss him. He smiled into it, holding onto your hand tightly. “What about you?” you asked when you broke apart.”

“Amazing,” he said, kissing your lips again. “Can I move?”

You nodded, gasping as he began his slow thrusts. “Ah, you feel so good,” you moaned, beginning to tremble as he picked up the pace, all thoughts about keeping quiet forgotten as you allowed yourself to be swept away by the pleasure building inside of you.

“Is this alright?” Andrew panted, holding onto you tightly as he continued rolling his hips.

“You’re doing so well,” you said, shuddering as he brushed against a spot that made your toes curl. “Andrew— right there, I liked that. Do that again.”

“Like this?” he groaned, hitting that spot again and making you mewl. He trembled, feeling you clench around him. “I’m close, darling. I’m— I’m—”

“Yes. Yes,” you whined, Andrew fading from your vision as your eyes rolled back and you came with a shudder. He fell over the edge as well, squeezing your hand tightly and crashing his lips to yours only to break apart a moment later as both of you fought for breath.

“Wow,” you said, shifting to cuddle into his side as Andrew laid down next to you, opening his arms to feel you close. “That was great,” you mumbled, burying your face in his neck and trying to fend off sleep.

“I agree,” he said, resting his head on top of yours and stifling a yawn. “I love you, darling.”

You chuckled contently. “Love you, too,” you said, sighing as you raised your head hesitatingly, “I think we should clean up.”

“Yes,” Andrew said, making no effort to get up. “In a moment, darling. Five more minutes like this, please.”

#sakuverse #zsakuva #andrew marston #andrew marston x reader

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Slice of Life

Azris Week - Day Five: Slice of Life

~~~ In penance for the angst of day four, I give you day five, fluff extraordinaire, as a gift. This is just another part of my #giveerisababy2024 campaign - I'm looking at you, Azriel. As always, enjoy!! :D ~~~

Starlight

The room is stunning—the door opening straight into the open, wood floor and slipping seamlessly right into the double doors leading to a small, fenced balcony, looks out into the ocean. The glinting, silvery tossed waves crashing against the white limestone that carves the curve of the coastline. Eris has one hand holding Azriel’s bag, another, smaller one slung across his shoulders. His free hand is taken up by a much littler one; round, pudgy fingers and a deceptively tight grip.

Before it releases entirely.

“Ah!” Mina shouts, padding forward like a runaway cart with no brakes toward the open doors. “O-ten!”

Eris drops every bag—the front door still swung wide open as he hurries after her. “Mina—Mina wait for daddy, please.” He says, catching up to her quickly, but she pauses anyway, her small wings fluttering.

“O-ten,” she whispers, one hand pointing out the double doors and it’s clear, arched windows and out to the water below.

Eris crouches low, holding her lightly at her side. “Yes, I know. But we can’t go to the ocean there, little dove.” His thumb rubs soothing circles on her stomach, and with the other he snaps his fingers and the doors close with a click. He gazes at the side of her face as the sea breeze brushes gently through her dark curled hair, like it’s welcoming her. Saying hello.

Mina continues to watch the view outside, her attention fixed as a spell with her wide, dark eyes taking in everything it possibly can. One of her hands fisted at her mouth.

Eris watches her—astounded, in awe, completely, utterly in love for the second time in his life.

There’s a patch of sunlight shining on the rug in front of the doors, Mina toddles over to it and sits with a thump. Her back to the sunlight, wings shining golden, each spiderwebbing vein burnished blue and red lit up from the inside. They shudder gently, stretching out just a little to bask in the warmth.

Eris uses the time Mina spends on the soft rug with her toy lamb to pick up the bags he had dropped in the front door, and settle them in the main bedroom. Briefly, he’s taken in by the stretch of blue ocean, the green capped white cliffs that appear to cut through it. It has it’s own two doors that don’t have a balcony, more like a metal beam a foots-width and the same iron fencing.

“Mina,” he calls out, poking his head through the door and seeing her little face turn up at her name. “Come here, dove.”

She does so, standing up on wobbly knees Mina walks over with those stiff steps children take—like they haven’t quite learned what their knees are for.

Her little green dress flutters when Eris scoops her up, a happy squeal lifting from her upturned lips and he holds her close.

“Daddy, daddy, daddy.” She laughs into his neck.

Eris melts. “That’s me, darling.”

He moves in front of the bed, with it’s pristine white sheets and soft, down pillows. The heat of the day has seeped into the room, like bathing in liquid sunlight, and Eris pats himself on the back for thinking ahead making sure they all wear something light and breathable for the Summer Court.

Mina lays her head on his chest, the soft, dark curls of her hair brushing against his chin. Eris relents against the impulse to bury his nose in the top of her sun warmed head and inhale—Stars, she even smells like sunlight. Everything warm and precious in this world has blessed her and her little head. He hides a smitten smile in her hair and perks up when she says, “where?”

“Where, what?” He asks, following her gaze to the ocean far below them.

Her feet kick out slightly, like if she moves more the words will come to her quicker. “Where o’ten?” She begins to wiggle, fidgety, and Eris glances over his shoulder to the lovely, comfortable bed. He toes off his boots.

“Well,” he says as he lays down with her on his chest, grunting softly as she squirms away to sit up next to him. “I believe the ocean is right there.” He points out the open doors, the white linen curtains fluttering in the gentle breeze.

“Where’s go?” She wonders, her fingers fiddling with her stuffed lamb.

“Hm,” he hums, brow furrowing. “I think it goes out to Hybern, little dove. But it also goes around the whole of Prythian, way up to the Night Court.”

Mina brightens. “Nana!” She has her hands on Eris’s stomach and bounces along with the mattress.

Eris coasts a finger down the round slope of her cheek. “Mhm, nana’s there, but so is Zeb.”

“Beb.”

“Exactly.”

Eris hears the front door open, footsteps loud and tired walking in on the wooden floors. He tenses slightly, amber eyes flickering over to the door to the main bedroom until the faint scent of cedar greets him like a balm. He sinks back into the comforter with a sigh, watching Mina put the pieces together herself of who’s here.

Azriel stands in the doorway, a tired smile on his face. Mina shouts, loud and excited at the sight of him. Eris can’t help but agree with the sentiment, seeing Azriel with his dark, hazel eyes, lightening like sunrise when his gaze lands on the two of them.

The tension in his shoulders seem to melt away—whatever complication he was dealing with out front with the owner of the house seems to have dissipated by the time he’s next to the bed.

“Ada!” Her little hands grab at air, and then settle on his face when he leans down, palms flat on the bed.

Azriel’s features go molten, every harsh line of him softening along with the slump of his wings as he stares down at Mina. “Hello, little kokhavim.” He brushes their noses together gently, a fond form of greeting for parents and their children in Illyria—something he never had, never was given. He relishes in letting Mina clumsily bump their noses as she shakes her head around.

Eris laughs, eyes crinkled.

“Ada, ada—o-ten!” Mina says, wonder in her dark eyes when she points to the view out the doors.

“I see, I see it. We’ll go visit it soon, dove.”

Azriel toes off his own boots, sighing as he crawls over the plush quilts and comforters on the bed to flop down against the pillows. Mina stays in between them, guarded by the landmasses they make beside her. Her own little island, surrounded by the raging, protective sea.

Eris skates a hand along Azriel’s forearm, the sleeve of his shirt having been rolled up at some point. “Did you get everything with the owner settled?” He asks quietly, keen eyes watching how his lips press into a frown.

“I did, the ba—” he cuts off, glancing to Mina who seems entirely taken with a hung and framed painting on the wall above the bed.

“He wasn’t very nice. The paper work was ridiculous—I know for a fact we told him we had Mina with us—but it was just another add-on to his list of negatives. Don’t do this, don’t do that, keep the noise down, whatever.” He sighs heavily, elbow sinking into the mattress where he keeps his head up.

“Mm,” Eris hums, the back of his fingers brushing against the skin of his chest, the dip of his collarbone. “Doesn’t matter.”

“Yeah?” Azriel’s grin is crooked, taking Eris’s wandering hand and planting small, featherlight kisses on each knuckle.

“Yeah.”

It’s a little thing, looking at Azriel. The strong line of his nose and jaw, the curve of his smile, the one dimple in his cheek, and the glow of his eyes with their sooty lashes. Every part of him masterfully crafted, every part wholly Eris’s.

Azriel’s smile softens like he knows what Eris is thinking.

Mina squeals, and it breaks their attention.

“Sa-baa! Sa-baa, daddy, sa-baa!” She babbles, over and over, bouncing excitedly on her bottom, her wings following the movement.

Azriel glances at Eris, confusion written in the features of his face. Eris shrugs back.

“What do you mean, love? What’s sa-baa?” He asks softly, hand flat on her back below her wings to steady her.

Azriel looks around, trying to figure out what could have inspired this sudden burst of nonsense.

“Sa-baa, daddy!” Mina giggles, shaking her lamb toy around.

“Yes, I know, dove, but I don’t know what that means.” Eris says, trying to hold in his laugh. He never realized how funny children could be when he was growing up. Humor was all but crushed out of each of his siblings, including him, one careless, callous comment at a time.

It was only the presence of Azriel, and now their little starlight, Mina, who had brought it back like bouquets of flowers in spring.

Mina keeps repeating herself, a soothing chant of ‘sa-baa, sa-baa,’ as she keeps her fist in her mouth, drooling around it.

Azriel makes a noise in the back of his throat—a caught laugh. “You mean Sasha, kokhavim?”

“Sa-baa!” Mina screeches, flinging her lamb toy around.

Eris lays his head back on the pillows, chuckling softly. His gaze finds Azriel’s, almost upside-down at this point, and he points to the painting above the bed.

“There’s a black lamb.”

“Oh for the love—Sahsa, right, got it.”

“Ada, sa-baa.” Mina whispers having crawled over to him when he gestured at the art piece.

“I know, little one. But Sasha’s back at home, safe and sound.” He rubs their noses together gently.

From where he’s laying on his side, contentment like perfect sunlight sweeps over him. He would give anything to freeze this moment, imprint it on his mind like a picture pressed in glass—but he’s okay if it moves on.

He’s more than content to find Azriel’s hand in his when he lays down on his side, facing Eris, the other cradling Mina. In fact, there’s a large part of him that wants it to continue, to see where the rest of his life takes him. Wants to see Mina grow up and learn how to pronounce ‘Sasha’ in her strong, little voice. He wants to grow old with Azriel even though it will take practically their entire life before they start to see signs of mortal aging on each other. Most of all, he wants more of this. There’s no longer the embedded fear of every dawn, not of his life or his health or his sanity. Azriel had helped him dig through his veins and bones, helped him root out every poisonous, destructive belief that was burned into him. And after helped him heal with salves and bandages and soothing, warm touch.

When Mina falls asleep in the slowly sinking patch of sunlight, Azriel squeezes his hand.

“What’s on your mind, sweetheart?”

Eris’s lips quirk. “Who says I’m thinking?”

Azriel’s hand leaves Mina’s back for a second, tracing the curve of his mouth, the pad of his thumb landing on his bottom lip. “This does,” he says, “you’ve had that soft look on your face the whole time.”

Then he leaves it, lets the silence shroud them with it’s soft blanket of dusk. Mina’s soft, slightly raspy breaths heave and sigh like the ocean tide far below their open window.

Eris sighs. “Did you ever, even once in your life, think you could have this?” He says, and it comes out more vulnerable than he wanted, but Azriel is there anyway—his touch and gentle gaze all searching, all finding him, all cupping the tender aches and bringing them out under starlight.

“Never.” He whispers. “Not once, Eris. But there was a moment with you where I could see it. All of it.”

Eris inhales sharply—even now, the things Azriel says catch his breath. “Me too.” He says softly, barely louder than the crash of the ocean waves.

Azriel smiles, the soft, fond one he reserves specially for him—and now for the little girl asleep on her stomach, clutching her lamb tight, little wings twitching as she dreams. He lays his head down on the pillow, gaze still on Eris who keeps it lovingly.

“Thank the stars.” He says with a smile.

Eris’s eyes squint under the force of his grin. He laughs, breathless and—Ko-kaw’eloi bless him—happy.

“Thank the stars.”

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Key:

Kokhavim - 'Starlight'

Short, soft and sweet for today <3. I'm dead serious though I need them to have a baby like I need air to breathe. Anyway, hope you enjoyed, I loved writing this like I've loved writing every prompt. Even though sometimes it's a struggle to get into the vibe, it's still so so fun, I really can't thank @azrisweek enough for this event like it's brought me back to writing - enjoying writing. <3

#azris #azrisweek2024 #azrisweek24day5 #azriel x eris #they. make me so soft im losing it #i need them to have a baby. please please im begging p l e a s e #give eris a baby azriel do it dont be a coward i d a r e you.#like what you can have magically altered hips but eris cant have a baby?? lazy. thats entirely lazy #*sobs in fond*

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