#finally knocked this thing out‚ only took me two days longer than I wanted

[average-transdalorian]

My thoughts on the Redguns and the Vespers!

G7 Hakra: quite frankly, I’d forgotten you existed until I checked the wiki to make sure I got everyone. Congrats on dying before 621 even makes planetfall, I guess? There IS an interesting AU concept in 621 taking your license, though!

G6 Red: apparently you can be fought in the story? Seems I missed that lmao. Anyways, I Rather Dislike how enthusiastic you are in every single goddamn briefing, PLEASE stop trying to be like G1 Michigan, he can only get away with it because he provably has the skills to get away with it

G5 Iguazu: a hater the likes of which is only seen rarely, truly a character in the vein of Zeta Gundam’s Jerrid. You suck awfulstyle, but I’d probably be much the same if I was one of G1 Michigan’s subordinates, so I can’t blame you too badly for that. There is some tasteful tragedy with you, though; you had the potential to be Raven, but circumstances made it so that by the time you’d found your motivation, you were stuck forever playing catch-up to 621, and never quite making it. Very fun to think about!

G4 Volta: sucks that you were in the wrong place at the wrong time twice; getting Got by G1 Michigan AND being forced to attempt to scale the Wall? That’s rough, guy. At least you didn’t have to see G5 Iguazu keep spiraling, I guess?

G3 Wu Huahai: a decently similar deal to G4 Volta, what with getting caught by G2 Nile and all, but your luck on the second wrong place and time was even WORSE! You were In 621’s Way, and that’s pretty much a death sentence. Props to you for realizing that Balam was fucked, sorry you realized it just in time to have God’s Okayest Hound set upon you. I do wonder why you were paired with V.VI Maeterlinck specifically, though…..

G2 Nile: I can see how Michigan always escaped you back before he was G1. I think the two of you should have a very intimate working, I think it’d be great stress relief for you. Honestly you’re kinda unremarkable outside of him, though, that sucks for you

G1 Michigan: the big man himself! I’d HATE working under you, what with how you act all like a drill sergeant or what-have-you, but you are truly an exceptional pilot, and an adept commander to boot; one of the few pilots on Rubicon who recognizes the sheer extent of 621’s skill. I have great respect for you as a peer, I just couldn’t be your subordinate

V.VIII Pater: you were always incredibly professional, and I greatly appreciated you wishing 621 luck and happy hunting, as well as your silly little Rusty impression. I also like how you seemed VERY attached to V.V Hawkins <-(gay gay homosexual gay), to the point that even while you acted like a purely selfish bastard in order to cope with his death, it was rather clear (to me, at least) that you were holding onto his number as a way to hold onto him, and that using that number to make your way up the ranks would seem like a great way of honoring him to you. LOTS of fun!

V.VII Swinburne: I’m gonna be honest, I killed you WAAAAAAY too quickly to pay attention to what you had to say. But looking at your dialogue, it kinda seems like you suck a little bit as a person. Ah, well, I suppose it’s alright that I always killed you, even if I’ll have to decline next time so I can FINALLY fight Rokumonsen

V.VI Maeterlinck: alongside G3 Wu Huahai, you were in the wrong place at the wrong time. Your arena profile points towards you being more of a strategist and commander than a duelist, and the way you interact with 621 (immediately understanding that you’re outmatched and calling for backup) aligns with that. I’ve no beef with you, and it really is a shame that you had to die. A tragedy, even

V.V Hawkins: the older man of V.VIII Pater’s dreams. You’re decently competent, and have NOTABLY good humor, on top of being genuinely affectionate with V.VIII Pater. I like you, but, well. The mission is what the mission is

V.IV Rusty: MY GIRRRRRRRRRL YOU’RE SO HOT AND COOL AND AWESOME AND I’M SO GLAD YOU SURVIVE ALEA IACTA EST! You are a transfem butch to me, because of those comics, and I think you in particular would take quite well to being Mandalorian. You’re just. So cool

V.III O’Keefe: Tbh, I killed you too quickly to actually get all of your dialogue. However, like me, you quite enjoy Rusty! Unlike me, you don’t find the idea of having a machine body kickass. Sad! You were just on the wrong planet for all that, I’m afraid. Transhumanism shouldn’t be forced on anyone, so I’m glad you got to escape it at least, but like. Party pooper

V.II Snail: FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. EAT PISS SHIT BLOOD AND DIE IN A HOLE. I HATE YOU AND HOPE YOU ARE FOREVER SUFFERING. I’M SO GLAD I GOT TO KILL YOU SO MANY TIMES. I HATE YOU TOO MUCH TO EVEN REALLY DO COHERENT ANALYSIS HERE. YOU ARE THE SINGULAR MOST ANNOYING FUCKER ON RUBICON. YOU GOT EVERY SINGLE AUGMENTATION YOU COULD BUT IT STILL DIDN’T MAKE YOU BETTER THAN 621. YOU HAD TO WAIT FOR 621 TO BEAT THE CEL 240 BEFORE YOU EVEN TRIED ENGAGING THEM, AND EVEN THEN YOU WERE A COWARD ABOUT IT AND WENT FOR AN AC SHUTDOWN WITH THE NEEDLE LAUNCHER. YOU THINK OF YOURSELF AS ARQUEBUS? YOU AREN’T EVEN THE CORN IN THEIR CHOWDER.

V.I Freud: omg hiiiii!!! You’re in it for love of the game, and one of the best damn pilots on Rubicon despite having ZERO augmentations. I love how you disobey V.II Snail (fuck that guy), and I love how you, like the player, are just having a good time and don’t want the fun to stop! You’re a fun fight, and fun to think about! King shit, to be entirely honest. Although you DO have my condolences for the name, Sigmund Freud kinda sucked lmao

[inu1gf]

you won’t be able to take your eyes off me

NOW PLAYING: miniskirt by aoa

WHO: gen narumi & soshiro hoshina (separately) (kaiju no. 8)

WARNINGS: reader is wearing a miniskirt, stockings, and heels (wrote this fic while listening to the song cause it gave me inspo) other than that it should be gn!

never did you think you could capture his attention, the difference not only in rank but raw power they held compared to you should’ve deterred you away but when the attention was reciprocated, you didn’t want it to end. dancing around each other, tiptoeing around the line not knowing if you should push the boundary, to see where this could lead.

as time goes along and seeing no change in this dancing routine that was set between you two, it started to weigh on your heart. does he just want to someone to occupy his time with? is he just doing it to mess with you? to waste your time? to have fun and see what he could do without crossing the clear line between you two. you can’t have that. that would just mean what you thought was a genuine connection, he thought it was a game. you weren’t just gonna stand by, wait for him to come back, and have the cycle repeat again.

out of sight. out of mind.

now what was just a slight peek between the curtains between the two of you, were just closed and locked windows. he wasn’t gonna be able to see that side of you no more. not a moment longer were you going to think of him anymore.

it took a while and you had to show that you were no longer occupied, you finally landed a date. you honestly didn’t think of it as anything serious. just a a little toe dip into the dating pool once again. even though you were ready for a new thing, you literally just got out of a one sided situationship so diving in head first on the first date wasn’t really a smart idea.

going through the process of aligning schedules, making plans, and deciding on the time, and with a little bit of help with outfit planning and a bit of confidence boosting, you were ready for a night out. now you just had to report to your higher ranking officer to give additional notice that you were spending your off day off base.

even if you weren’t on duty or in uniform, it felt a bit weird to not straighten out your clothes and posture before needing to make your presence known.

knock knock knock

“state your name.”

“it’s officer [name] reporting.”

“come on in.”

when you opened the door should’ve had a feeling that he’d be in the room…

expecting to see vice captain hasegawa at his desk, you were not sure why the two-toned-haired idiot you were trying to avoid was seated in a place like it was his office. then again you weren't all that surprised when seeing a stack of files on both sides with vice captain hasegawa standing behind him keeping watch.

upon entering both turned your direction to you, different expressions but it was all the same to you since you decided he was just captain narumi to you now and not gen (is what you told yourself but your heart felt like it was going to jump out your chest and land right in front of him for him to sign his name right on it).

“sorry to interrupt captain narumi and vice captain hasegawa. just wanted to report that i will be heading off base, can’t give a specific time but i will be back and i will be present for morning training.” in salute position trying to maintain being fixated on the wall behind both men, you couldn’t trust yourself to not have your expression change if you made eye contact nor could you stop your thoughts from crushing the confidence pep talk that kikoru and rin gave before leaving your room.

what you didn’t notice was the look over gen gave you when you stepped through the threshold nor could you have noticed the fast-paced heartbeat and heated ears that donned him once he saw how breathtaking you looked. having only seen you in either your regular civies or defense uniform, it would’ve made him beamed with pride had the change in clothing style been for him, but seeing as you haven’t even spared him a glance in a matter of weeks, he was happy to at least be in the same room with a good 6-foot distance separating you two.

as of late the only time, you would even allow yourself to be near him (at a wide distance but still being in the same room) is if it’s he finally decided to grace the first division with his presence and oversee training, or he’s dragged to a meeting and scuffed at the neck like a kitten by hasegawa. as if a switch flicked in your head, one day you couldn’t help but be next to him no matter the time or place, and now you couldn’t be in a room with him unless you had to.

he doesn’t even know why he is having such a hard time bringing up the situation or just speaking to you in general. this isn’t him. sure he can’t stand when his vice captain talks to him as if his title as captain of the first division doesn’t exist but with how you two danced around the line he didn’t know whether he should make his move or even how he should do it. like come on, holding his rank as both captain of the first division and japans strongest anti-kaiju combatant, and he doesn’t mean to brag (he totally does hope it wows you even more) most if not all, hold him in high regard and entrust the safety of the entire freaking country and defense force to him. this should at least boost his points with you. its not like you don’t know what he can’t do having been on the battlefield together. his speed and durability. his strength and endurance. his skilled martial arts mastery and intellect. never been one to shy away from flaunting his abilities that clearly sets him ranks above the rest (okay big head we get it you’re the best at what you do), it should show that what he can do and has to offer can push you more to him. so why is it that you are trying to pull away from him?

“…captain. captain narumi? CAPTAIN NARUMI?” finally registering that it was you who was calling him back off of whatever cloud he seemed to have found himself on since you came in, he looks at both you and hasegawa in confusion.

“yes, do you need something from me?” trying to make himself look like he wasn’t just spiraling into a hole of turmoil trying to see what could he have possibly done to have you in front of him dressed up so attractively appealing for someone.

“nothing sir. just wanted to wish you both a great night. hopefully, my intrusion didn’t slow down your progress on your work. i’ll get out of your hair and be on my way out.” with a quick salute, you leave straight away not wanting to waste anytime to get to your date (you may not truly like the guy but it’s not like you’re so cold-hearted to just leave him standing after all the planning that went into this date even if you don’t feel like going out now).

with your uver estimated time being 5 minutes away, you tried to speed walk as fast as you could to the entrance doors while simultaneously trying to keep the miniskirt kikoru slipped you in from riding even further up than you could handle. now just hearing the clacking of the high heels, you couldn’t focus on the sounds around you, trying to make it to the exit as fast as possible. nothing could have prepared you for the sudden pull on your arm into the quiet and empty hallway, would anything have prepared you for the sharp deep red eyes that you have been trying to avoid looking at for weeks.

“so what the first time in ages that you speak to me and you can’t even look at me and ‘captain’ or ‘sir’? haven’t heard you call me that since you first arrived. what happened to just narumi? what happened to gen? what’s with the sudden name change? sudden change in everything as a matter of fact? what happened? just tell me what went wrong!” a frenzy of questions snowballed right at you giving you no time even react to the first one. you couldn’t even look away from him when his presence and energy was just demanding your full focus and attention on nothing and no one but him.

“i can’t do this right with you, captain. my ride is going to be here in less than 4 minutes. as of a few minutes ago, i’m not on duty to have my off time disrupted. if that was all you had to say, please let me go. i have a date i can’t miss.”

date. (what?!)

a date. (where?!)

you’re dressed nice and pretty for a date. (why?!)

you’re dressed up nice and pretty because you’re going to a date. (when was this decided?!)

you’re dressed up nice and pretty because you’re going to a date thats not with him. (with who?!)

as he spiraled down his flurry of emotions that seemed to show on his face and eyes even with his mop of hair practically covering a good portion of his face, you were able to bear witness to each one. one right after the other tugging at your heart. making your brain go into its state of unraveling on the tight knot it held on your feelings for him begin to rise its way back out. you just couldn’t hold back on what you had been holding onto.

“please captain just please let me go. please don’t hold onto me anymore. please stop practically taking all my attention. please just stop giving me hope in whatever you lead me to believe this even is.” from the tight hold his eyes held onto yours to trying to focus on the high ceilings to blink away at the tears that threatened to fall and make a mess at what took hours of your support team working on to make sure that even if you were suited up in your usual uniform, you’d be able to battle anything that came your way. yet you seem to be losing the one you started one-sidedly.

“you want me to let you go after you walk in, looking smoking hot by the way, and finally talking to me after weeks of no response from you, only to find out you are going out on a date with some random who probably doesn’t know you as well as i do? i don’t care if i have to throw you in my office and break the handle to keep you in there, you will not be leaving my side. especially for some date with someone that’s not me. when did this even happen? how did this even happen? i’m pretty sure i’ve been dishing out more duties to you just to keep you occupied until you finally had enough to just come to yell at me about it.” he’s been dumping workloads on you on purpose? “anyways you’re not leaving. you are not leaving me. you understand that? now what’s this about ‘me giving you hope’? why would i stop? i thought what we had was something. im into you. you’re into me. why stop that? why try to go on a date another some other guy when that’s the step we’re supposed to be on? cancel that uver. they could be outside right now for all i give a crap. you’re sticking with me and we’re hashing this out. now.” not even letting you fight back, he starts to pull you into the familiar direction where his room is. one that you thought you would never be in again.

the closer you get, the more erratic the pounding in your chest, and the more your mind races having you think it was just the cycle repeating itself.

finally deciding to drop your weight in the opposite direction he was pulling you to (didn’t really do much in all honesty) does he decide to finally look at you again, seeing you in the heart-wrenched state he put you in. “i’m dressed for a date not a situationship lecture from the one who i was in a situationship with. so unless you’ve decided to actually take my feelings for you seriously then i won’t be going in there.”

“give me 30 minutes. i’ll take you on the best date you’ll ever have. by the time it’s over, you’ll never think about being on anyone’s side but mine.”

you didn’t even realize you were standing outside his door, until he faced forward opening his room, having you sit on his throne as he gathered his clothes and such, making the light bulb in your head come to light as you realize that you’re going on a date with gen. not the poor guy who has now been waiting for a response to his texts for the past 15 minutes.

it shouldn’t have surprised you that he’d be here with captain ashiro, it really didn’t phase you as much as you thought it did. not wanting to show how it affected you, you fixated your gaze onto captain ashiro herself, but it was like he was invading your sight everywhere you went. with his back towards you not even wanting to acknowledge your presence, the clenching around your heart was a dull ache, but it was nothing new. you’ve already steeled your nerves when you decided that if he wasn’t going to do anything with what you thought was something good between you then you weren’t gonna waste your time.

“sorry to disturb you, captain ashiro and vice captain hoshina. the officers advised me to give notice just in case so i wanted to report that i would be off base for a few hours.” you didn’t know if it was because you were standing under an air vent or just your nerves running rampant, but it was just making the chills drive up your legs that not even the stockings covering your legs could provide a small ounce of warmth.

“it’s just us here so you don’t have to call me captain. you look pretty by the way. where you going?” it wasn’t known to most of the division that you and ashiro were friends. after a run in at the convenience store for some dried shredded squid where you both reach for the last one in stock, it sparked a quiet friendship between you two, and leading to you both meeting a few times cooking dishes for her, where you would use the shredded squid, after finding out she can’t really use a kitchen knife to save her life.

having heard his captain compliment someone out loud, soshiro doesn’t fully turn to you but just half way so he can see you in his general peripheral vision, and what his captain said was no lie at all.

now standing in a common hand-on-hip pose just seeming more slightly relaxed, he starts his trail at your black red bottom high heels that make the sheer black stockings that hug your legs in a way that has him weak in the knees, having to hold onto the desk he was starting to lean on, paired with a miniskirt and blouse that accentuated the lovely curves he can’t help but fantasize about when he’s alone with nothing but himself and his thoughts.

what pulled him out of his current position was your response.

“just a date with someone from the operations department.”

just a date.

just a date.

JUST A DATE.

“what the fuck.” who said that? did he say that? he didn’t mean to say it out loud, but as quick as he said it he masked his surprise, in case it slipped off him, and adjusted himself since he started to feel two sets of eyes on him. he could feel them burning on his side.

“this section on the report is wrong. i’ll go check it out to see how to fix it. I’ll leave yall to it.” giving this the only time to be able to turn himself facing to you, he got to see you in your full glory. you look as beautiful as you always do everytime he sees you.

Just as he gets ready to salute his captain, you salute back to him and start to head towards the door before him.

“I’ll let you know how it goes, shiro!” with a little wave to both captains, you rush out the doors and zip through the halls making it in time outside as your uver driver arrives.

if the drive didn’t feel like it had gotten you to your destination too fast, then it was the date that felt like it went painstakingly slow. all they did was talk about themselves, how they had done this and that, and how if they were given the chance, they would’ve done this better than hoshina. hoshina. how you honestly wished it had been him here, instead of the self absorbed person who’s done nothing but waste about 3 hours of your time.

you would’ve left halfway through but if it wasn’t for the gnawing ache in your heart of having to accept that even if you try to be with someone who wasn’t him, you wouldn’t have been able to open your heart to them the way you bore your heart open to him.

it seemed like you didn’t have to sit and suffer in silence any longer because it seemed like even thought they couldn’t get enough of hearing the sound of their our voice, they hated that you didn’t egg them on to continue their endless stream of compliments they wanted to shower themselves in. just slapping a few bills on the table, they left without so much as a glance to you, but you weren’t going to complain about it either. sure it was possibly the worst date you’ve ever been on, but at least you can finally get yourself out of this outfit. sure it was the best thing you’ve wore out since joining the force, but to have it wasted on a date as horrible them, all you could do is hope that whoever decided to take you out next will be worth the amount of effort you put in dressing yourself for.

who were you kidding? as if you’d ever subject yourself to another one like that ever again. sure they may not all be self absorbed and do nothing but waste your time, but at least after each date it wouldn’t have you feeling guilty for wasting theirs as well because no matter how many people you choose to be with, they’ll never be able to occupy the empty space in your heart that he decided to make his place in.

making your way back to base was easy enough if it wasn’t for man himself standing next to the entrance doors.

“well wasn’t that quick. what’d they do? stand you up?” as if that was the greatest joke he ever heard, he couldn’t help but do that cute laugh that he does, clutching at his sides while little by little slightly bending at the knees.

“ ha ha ha! laugh it up. and for your information, he didn’t stand me up. we had a nice time.” lie. “, and he treated me to that restaurant i’ve been wanting to go to.” half lie. “i see the promise of a second date in our near future. so laugh it up while you can. save it for someone who can’t get a date. wait a minute… isn’t that ‘someone’ you?” thinking that should have at least stunned him, you started to make your way past him, but what you didn’t count on was the sudden grip and spin you got in return now having to face the man himself. eyes open and fixated on yours. unmoving. it was a test checking to see who would make the first move…

but you’ve had enough with games.

enough with the side glances.

enough with second too long stares.

enough with the unmovable mocking grin he seemed to give anytime you were caught looking in his direction.

enough with the flirty inside jokes.

enough with the flushed face when he pays just a little more attention to you than he did with others.

enough with waiting.

enough of tail chasing you seemed to be doing just to get him to look at you the same way you look at him.

enough with just being strung along.

enough with him.

“if that’s the case then, why would you be with him and not me?” it seems like today was just full of surprises. there was no way those string of words came out of his mouth. however, if that question didn’t throw you in a loop then the second one did the trick.

“what can i do to make you stay with me?” you couldn’t even back away. with the tightening grip he had on you as if you were just going to sprint in the opposite direction if he were to weaken his hold on you and in no way would you have stayed as well.

did it really have to take him seeing you actually going on a date for him to finally make a move?—but again, if you wanted to hear anything on a already bad day after a bad date, then might as well have it done now.

“are you fucking serious right now?” you don’t care that you are about to get disciplinary action for what you just said to your superior, but who wouldn’t react that way when it was what you needed to hear a few weeks ago for the man himself. no longer were you just going to hide behind the little actions you’ve been doing to keep distance between you two. no not anymore, and if you had to hash it out in from of the division building then so be it. already too frustrated from the crap date and crap ride back just to be stopped by the problem itself only to be landed right back where you started, you just need the weight to be lifted off your chest so you can finally just breathe.

“what do you want? what is it to you that i went out on a date or that ill be going on more? who are you to tell me anything? if anything, you don’t get to dictate what i do outside of my duty to the squad. i’m pretty sure for someone who’s as intelligent as you then you should know how i feel about you and if you anything about me, you should know im not going to wait around anymore just for you to make a move so if you are done with whatever you have right now then just leave me alone” tone getting louder and louder, you don’t seem to notice how his hands went from your shoulders and gently sliding up to hold the sides of your face.

you only notice it when you feel a cold pressure on your lips and then seem to move on their own as they continue to lock with his. heart feeling fuller and your chest feeling lighter. you couldn’t help the tears that started to glide down your face and he couldn’t help himself when he felt them on the pads of his thumbs.

there was no stopping them. what had you agonizing for weeks came to a stop with just one kiss.

apologies coming from him just seemed to make the tear come in steady streams and when he saw that maybe they wouldn’t stop for a while, as if he was holding something so precious (in his case he was), you felt the bottom of your feet lift from the ground and he started to move. to where? you didn’t know. all you can see is the red tint on his ears and feel the tightening grip under your knees and shoulder.

it wasn’t until he adjusted his grip did you glance around to see where you were at.

vice captain hoshina soshiro

he was leading you into his office.

it wasn’t a new place to you. many times you’ve been in here. either waiting out the time as he completes his paperwork so he can give you some more pointers on your swordsmanship (you figured that if there was anyway to get closer to him, it was to learn the craft that he cherished deeply) or just to be in his presence as you helped him with whatever he needed from you (he always made up tasks just to have you around him just a minute longer).

you expected him to just sit you on one of the chairs he has in front of his desk. what you didn’t expect him to do was make his way around it and feel him sit down on his chair with you still in his arms. you didn’t expect him to adjust you so that sitting in his lap. you didn’t expect him to cradle you closer as if he was trying to meld you into him. you didn't expect the small featherlight kisses he lays on your face to get you to calm down.

there were many things you didn’t expect for him to do.

if only those were the only surprises he was going to lay on you, but nothing topped what he said next after resting his forehead onto yours.

“look i know it’ll take a lot to trust what i have to say and i don’t expect you to make it easy. if you can give me time, i promise ill be able to show you just how much you mean to me. i want to be able to make you see that i am yours. that i will always be yours. i hope that you can see just how much i want you to be mine.”

A/N: my first fic so any constructive feedback would be much appreciated!! sorry if they seem a bit too ooc i tired staying in character as much as i could without going too flowery and corny >_< hope you like it and if you have any requests, send them in! and ty to soshiros bbygirl for beta reading;*

[hirayalore]

the one where sirius black didn’t fall into the veil and was instead saved by you, his lover of many years.

pairing: sirius black x fem!reader

word count: 0.8k

rating: NC-17

content: angst, established relationship au

warning/s: near death experience, reader being shaken because of almost losing sirius, swearing, suggestive themes by the end

“What—”

Sirius blinked, not processing what just happened as he found himself back at Grimmauld place.

It was only mere seconds ago that he was at the Department of Mysteries, having a duel against Bellatrix with Harry battling alongside him. Everything felt so exhilarating—he was having the time of his life, conjuring a bunch of offensive and defensive spells towards Bellatrix’s way, releasing some of the pent up tension he had been trying to tame while cooped up and hidden inside the Order’s headquarters.

Then all of a sudden, in a moment of recklessness, a spell abruptly hit him hard on the chest, causing him to stumble backwards and almost trip on his feet at the impact.

Almost.

Because just when he thought he was going to fall in the veil behind him, he heard you scream his name in a manner he has never heard before. It was piercing, the kind to emit shivers on the spine, the kind he was certain he was going to remember for days on—and the next thing he knew, before he could understand the lay of events, he was here at his old home with you right in front of him, holding onto his arms so tightly that he could feel your nails digging in his skin.

The both of you had apparated, he finally realized. You had rushed to him before he could fall and grabbed him, teleporting the two of you to the one place you could think of that could keep you safe. 

“____,” he began as he dawned on him what prompted you to do such a thing. “I—I’m so sorry, love. I—”

“I hate you, Sirius.” You practically spat on his face, venom lacing your tone as you let go of him and instead started punching him hardly on the chest. “So fucking reckless—doesn’t fucking think about anything but himself—”

He took your jabs without complaint, letting you take out your frustration even if the spell that almost knocked him over still made it hard for him to breathe.

“You could’ve—” you continued, each punch harder than the last, a stream of tears falling on your cheeks now as it continued to sink what could have happened if you weren’t fast enough— “You really do want to leave me, don’t you? Want me to bloody fend for myself again, be left alone, be without you after already suffering for Merlin knows how long—”

“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice coming out as a whisper in shame of his rashness earlier. “Darling, I didn’t mean to be so foolish with my actions. I wasn’t thinking, really, I’m so sorry.”

You huffed out a scoff, giving him one last shove and turning away, walking towards the wall where you lean on it for support.

You were on the verge of hyperventilating, your heart was beating so fast, and little noises were coming out of your lips as the sobs couldn’t stop. The only thing keeping you standing was how you were resting on the partition as even your knees felt like giving out.

No matter how much you tried to calm yourself down, to push away the thoughts of Sirius being permanently taken away from you, you couldn’t. You couldn’t erase that horrible feeling of knowing you could have lost the love of your life again tonight—with this time no longer having the opportunity to ever bring him back to you if he did.

In an instant, Sirius embraced you from behind, murmuring his apologies again and again despite knowing he couldn’t fix the damage he had done easily due to his negligence.

You didn’t force him off, but you didn’t reciprocate his gestures as well, your body shaking uncontrollably because of still being stricken with the reality of almost losing him.

With utmost gentleness, he spun you around so that you were back facing him, his calloused hands tilting your chin up in order to look at your eyes that were bloodshot and wet. He kissed your cheeks, a lingering kiss that prompted you to let out a whimper, before he kissed you full on the mouth, so much tenderness and remorse being poured into the gesture.

“I’m sorry, love,” he murmured against your mouth. “It was just a lapse of judgment, okay? I’d never want to leave you again. I will never leave you, you hear me? You’re stuck with me for an eternity.”

You gazed up at him, encircling your arms around his neck and pulling him towards you for another kiss, desperate to physically feel him which he was more than willing to oblige.

“Stop being so reckless, Sirius,” you pleaded, your fingers tangling in his hair, your kisses persistent. “You can’t keep on doing this to me.”

“I know, I know.” He returned the same intensity that you were showing him, caught up with the rush of sudden yearning. “I’ll be better. I won’t make you worry.”

You no longer bothered replying, you just continued to kiss him, dragging him with you to the nearest room you could wander into, a silent order that if he wanted to make it up to you, he should start by making you feel every part of him until it was clear to you that he wasn’t going to be anywhere else.

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Another On The Way

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x Reader (y/n)

Warnings: none

Y/N's pov

"No, no, no.." I covered my mouth with my palm as the tears ran down my cheeks in disbelief. I wanted to scream when I saw two lines appearing on the pregnancy test I had just taken. I put all my hopes in the fact that the test would be negative, considering the fact that only 5 months ago I gave birth to our beautiful little girl Sofia.

"Amor, is it done?" Carlos asked knocking on the door. I didn't even try to pull myself together before I opened the door in front of which he was standing holding Sofia in his arms. I opened the door and stared at him with teary eyes sobbing.

"Mi amor que paso por que lloras?" He asked worriedly placing his free hand on my cheek wiping away the tears with his thumb.

"Carlos, it's positive. I'm pregnant again." I broke down crying out loud into his chest.

"Hey, hey..shh." He pulled me into a hug rubbing my back. "Baby, it's okay, it's gonna be okay." He tried to comfort me, but at that moment I was inconsolable.

"How could we be so careless? We just had a baby.."

"Amor but I thought we didn't want to stop at just one child. We talked about how we wanted more."

"I know and I do want more, but I just wasn't expecting this to happen so soon. I'm not ready yet, I'm so scared."

Sofia was born 3 weeks before her due date because towards the end of the pregnancy things started to get complicated. in the middle of the night I was woken up by severe pain and had to go to the hospital immediately. The birth was laborious, long, difficult and painful. If Carlos hadn't been next to me in those moments, I don't know how I would have endured it. Luckily, in the end, everything went well and Sofia was born healthy and beautiful. I was so exhausted from giving birth that I was coming for days, Carlos had to help me walk and even get out of bed because I couldn't do it myself. but today when I look at Sofia and her big brown eyes, the same as Carlos's, I know that it was all worth it for her.

"I understand that you are scared, but you know that we are in this together as in everything else. I promise to be here every step of the way again and I promise you that you have nothing to fear." He said placing a kiss on my forehead. I'm so lucky to have him by my side through anything in life. He is my rock and as long as we are together I know deep down that I don't have to worry about anything because he will always be there for me.

"I know, but I just wanted us to give all of our attention to Sofi. I don't want to be away from you anymore and I want Sofi to be with you as well, she is so small, she needs you as much as I do." I sob looking at Sofia in his arms who playing with her tiny hands.

Towards the end of the 6th month of pregnancy, I could no longer go to the races with Carlos. it just became too strenuous and risky to go, so the doctor advised me to stay home and rest. I was in our house in Madrid all the time and I missed him terribly and it was very difficult without him, and my hormones and mood swings were not helpful at all. Thank God he was at home that night when I went into labor.

"Mi corazon te lo prometo, I'll make sure to be with you every spare second when I'm not racing. She already feels how much we love her and she will never lack for anything. I need you to be okay, baby." I take Sofi from his hands in mine and kiss her on the head, rocking her as she started to frown a little.

"I love you so much Carlos. Thank you. I'm so lucky that you're mine." My tears finally dried and I took a deep breath, now much calmer and happier than a few minutes ago.

"Todo para mis niñas. Te amo tanto." He says pressing his lips against mine and wrapping his arms around both of us. He always made everything so easy and he always let me know that I was forever safe with him.

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Peach, Part III

Part II | Part IV

Summary: Steven Grant Rogers is Bucky Barnes' best friend and business parter in crime. He has decided to get out of the life with Bucky because it's the right thing to do. And now he is in love. With you. A woman he lied to about a myriad of things. Now he just needs to convince you to forgive him. And spend the rest of your life with him.

Pairing: Art Dealer/Philanthopist (Mob Boss) Steve Rogers x Reader (Peach)

A/N: I love these two and there is so much to say. More parts to come.This fic is connected to the Bucky Barnes Knock You Down AU, and AFTER the events in the Bucky Barnes fic You've Got me Thinking. I'm so done for with Steve and Peach. The next part will be published next week! ☺️

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. SMUT. Read at your own risk. Angsty angst! Steve is called ‘Steve’ and ‘Grant’ at the beginning, because lies. Mutual pining, attempted masturbation, wild thoughts, threats with a knife, talk of a gun, dirty talk, voice kink, praise kink, did I say ANGST? Not Beta'd. All errors my own.

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As soon as Steve and Bucky stepped into the house in Hilton Head, Frumoasă’s family welcomed them warmly. Steve felt something that he hadn’t felt in a long while as he watched Bucky and his girl reunite. It had only been a few days, but the emotion between them was palpable.

Steve was happy for his friend, that after years of playing around he finally found his one. His mind drifted to a certain someone in Georgia as his eyes scanned the room for the family’s reaction to this reunion.

When his eyes lighted on you, Steve did a double take, thinking that he was hallucinating.

There you were, beautiful as ever, staring at him like a deer in the headlights, your rapid breathing making your chest rise and fall under the form fitting dress you were wearing.

Steve’s heartbeat was out of control as his eyes traced your form, down to those sexy high heeled boots, and then back up again to that face, those lips, those eyes! 

You looked as if you had seen a ghost. After a few seconds, recognition filled them as you looked from Bucky and Frumoasa and then back to Steve.

Steve knew the moment you understood what he had done. He saw your eyes flash at him, almost felt your body tense and could only watch your flight into the kitchen. 

Against his normally strong sense of self preservation, he went after you.

—-

The instant your eyes met Grant Stevens' ocean blue gaze, you lost all focus. You flushed and became physically affected by his proximity. You watched in silence as he stepped into the room behind the attractive dark haired man that your cousin flew to embrace and closed the door behind him.

You were confused as to why he was here with this other man and what was going on.

As your family’s chatter increased, you realized that this must be Bucky Barnes, whom you’d heard so much about from your cousin. You were impressed that he came after her; you knew how bull headed she was. 

Almost as much as you were.

Then it hit you.

The man with him was not Grant Stevens, ordinary bartender, this was Steve Rogers, multi millionaire mobster and Bucky Barnes’ best friend. 

Your eyes took in the scene and then met Grant’s (no Steve’s) again and you shook yourself from your daze. The man you knew in Atlanta was the same, but different. 

His hair was different, cut quite a bit shorter, but still floofy on top, and he still had a beard, but it was tamed. He carried himself a little differently as well, as if he could buy and sell this entire house and everyone in it but didn’t want to, an air of confidence and expectation, directed toward you.

These subtle differences hit you right in the pussy, because damn, he looked good, he smelled good, and that big dick energy was enormous.

But then you realized how he’d lied to you and rage, disbelief, and betrayal flooded your body. You tried to regulate after realizing that your jaw was clenched and your hands were balled into fists.

Rather than deck this man in front of your family and draw attention to this fucked up situation, you retreated into the kitchen, hoping that Steve would have the good sense not to follow you. 

You went to the sink and gazed out of the window to the beach, attempting to be soothed by the vision of the tide retreating and returning until you heard the door open and close behind you.

Without turning around, you shook your head to clear it from the haze his rich, woodsy scent cast over you. 

And also to warn Steve Rogers.

“DO NOT come near me.”

—--

Steve’s heart was beating a mile a minute and he was sweating as he pursued you, but he couldn’t help himself. This thing between you and him was undeniable. 

At least to him.

And so he came around the sizable kitchen island to talk to you despite your warning.

His mouth was dry when he attempted to speak, but he had to try.

“Peach… I—“

You turned around, a Japanese steel carving knife in your hand.

Steve felt his eyes widen and he put his hands up and backed away until the counter behind him stopped his retreat. He knew he could easily take the knife from you and calm you down, but now was not the time for force. 

It was time to grovel.

“Peach, please…”

You advanced upon him, tip of the knife pointed at Steve’s throat. Your pulse quickened as you got nearer to him, only because you were going to kill him, you thought. 

Not because he was so damn fine. No.

Not because your nipples were tight and your pussy was pounding as you remembered his hands on you, inside you, and his hard body against you as his mouth invaded yours. 

You were so caught up that you could only stare at him as you threatened his life. 

You searched Steve’s handsome face for the hint of a smirk, which, to his credit, wasn’t there. Steve looked earnest, like a little boy even, so your eyes moved away from his face and down to the impossible broadness of his shoulders in the fine brown suede jacket over brown cashmere sweater, to his tailored brown slacks, skipping over the bulge there down to his big feet in brown suede boots.

The tone on tone was attractive and the hint of the chain of his St. Stephen’s medal, the same one he wore in Atlanta, was about to make you go feral.

This man affected you in the worst ways. 

How could you want to murder him, fuck him, and also just bury yourself in his chest? 

“Who the fuck are you?”

Steve dropped his head and stared down at the knife at his neck when you spoke

He deserved every cut you wanted to give him. 

“I’m so, so sorry, Peach.”

He looked back up at you and you gasped, the knife dropping a little. At the same time, while holding your gaze, Steve slowly moved his hands toward yours, which was trembling slightly now. You nodded a little as he reached for the knife and he took it gently out of your hand.

He moved toward you and you backed up as he reached beside you to put the knife down, rendering it available if you wanted to hurt him again.

You were impressed. 

But you didn’t trust him one bit.

“Back the fuck up, Grant. Or Steven. Or whatever the fuck you are calling yourself today.”

Steve created space and leaned against the opposite counter, looking more comfortable than your angry heart agreed with.

“I deserve your anger, Peach. But I can explain.”

At that, you straightened up and picked up the knife again.

“I’m not angry, Steven. I have no feelings for you whatsoever.”

Steve’s mouth fell open. He wasn’t expecting that. 

“If I ever felt anything for anyone, it may have been Grant Stevens, but he doesn’t exist.”

You examined the knife, but didn’t point it at him this time.

“Since he doesn’t exist, neither do my feelings or any chance I allow you to get close to me ever again.”

Your multicolored eyes stared into Steve’s and he shivered. 

“Now, this is obviously a big deal for my cousin out there, and for your friend. I’m not going to spoil this for her. But you.”

You indicated Steve with the knife.

“You, stay the fuck away from me. Pretend I don’t exist and I,” You smiled a little.

“Well, I don’t have to do that, do I?  Because not only did you lie to me, you ghosted me.”

Steve felt like the most despicable man on earth. 

“So, you’re dead to me, Grant Stevens.”

You moved around the island to go back to the dining room with the knife in your hand.

“There’s another entrance to the dining room through the hallway by the bathrooms. Use it. I do not want to be associated with lying sacks of shit.”

You straightened your spine and Steve couldn’t help but watch your beautiful body leave him in the dust.

It was then that he knew he was in love.

—--

At dinner Steve watched everything unfold with consternation, but also amusement and curiosity. Bucky and his girl were about to crawl under the table and fuck, even though her parents were grilling him, but his friend had it under control.

Steve wanted to know what you thought of all this and when he looked at you, he thought he caught you checking for him a couple of times, but you always seemed to be looking at something else. 

You were clearly still pissed at him. 

Which gave him hope.

Because regardless of what you said about being dead to you, there was still some strong emotions swirling around in that head of yours.

Which meant you were thinking about him. 

He had to get you alone to talk. But he didn’t know how.

When your aunt suggested he and Bucky stay over, he silently thanked the stars above.

Now he was getting somewhere.

—--

When your Aunt Karen opened her home to criminals and liars, you almost drove back to Atlanta. You sat there and stewed as this handsome asshole smirked across the table at you.

You should have used the knife.

This was going to be the longest four days of your life.

When Bucky and Steve left to retrieve their belongings from the hotel, you looked over to see your cousin staring at you. You thought she was too caught up in Bucky to notice anything.

You were wrong. She continued staring at you as she called out to her mother.

“Ma, Peach and I are going for a walk on the beach to work off dinner, we’ll be back soon.”

As soon as you were out of earshot, the interrogation began.

“What the fuck is up, bitch?”

You told her the entire story.

—-

“You gonna tell me what is going on now?”

Steve looked over at Bucky as they drove to the Surf Song Inn to get their luggage. He would be the only one to understand what he was going through.

“Remember when you said I didn’t really “get it” when you were talking about speeding up the timeline?

Bucky nodded, intrigued.

“Well, I do now. And the story starts in Atlanta….”

By the time Steve was done, Bucky’s mouth was hanging open.

“I noticed that she’s a looker; definitely related to my Frumoasa.”

They chuckled and Steve shook his head at his friend.

“Now that I know what’s going on, with the extension of the Atlanta deal, and the foundation outlay… You’ve got it fucking bad.”

Bucky laughed at his friend.

Steve groaned.

“Stop busting my balls, Buck. I need help.”

Bucky shook his head.

“I don’t know man. My girl and I certainly went through something like this, but she knew my real name, for fuck’s sake. And I never left her hanging to run off into the night forever. I want to fucking punch you for that shit.”

Bucky was serious. 

“I know. I’m such an idiot. But I panicked. I think I knew I was in love but I’d fucked up. In the back of my mind I was always going to go back once we got clean and tell her the truth but…”

“Fate won out?”

“Yeah.”

There was silence in the car as the sounds of the ocean surrounded them.

“She threatened to slit my throat when she saw me today. She had the carving knife in her hand.”

Bucky grinned at his friend who was gazing dreamily out of the window.

“I knew I liked her. My kind of girl. She’s perfect for you.”

“Punk. But how do I get her to realize that?”

“Persistence my friend. Persistence. And cunning.”

—--

By the time Steve and Bucky had returned, there was a plan, but almost as soon as he stepped into the house, your cousin grabbed him up. He followed her into the kitchen, afraid of another knife attack.

“Just what the fuck do you think you are doing, Steven Grant Rogers? You trying to run game on my cousin? We don’t play that, I will fuck you up!”

This time it wasn’t a knife, but your cousin’s finger pointed at him

“I love her.”

She froze, mouth open and finger in mid air.

“Well. Damn.”

She straightened up and leaned on the counter as Bucky came in.

“May I join the party?”

His girl glared at him and he put his hands up as he walked up on her and took her in his arms.

“I promise, I didn’t know a thing about it. I’ve been a little distracted lately.

He kissed her and her ire was gone. Steve wished it were that easy for him.

“So you’re in love but you fucked her over, and she wants nothing to do with you. Cool.”

Your cousin wasn’t scowling at him, but she wasn’t smiling either.

“Yeah, I’m fucked. But i’ve got a plan.”

Steve and Bucky looked at each other and grinned. Your cousin looked from one to the other. Then they told her the plan.

“Oh hell. My poor cousin. But you forgot one important thing…”

—--

The rest of the night was spent playing board games, watching football, and outrageous flirting between Bucky and your cousin. 

Oh, and you avoiding Steve Rogers at all costs. 

If he came into a room, you exited, if you heard his voice in another, you scowled. He was ruining your holiday. You were stressed beyond belief. But you had something for that.

You knew that your cousin was planning on meeting Bucky in the basement and being a freak, so that’s when you and your handy dandy little bullet vibrator would meet up.

You needed to relieve the tension Steve being in the house had placed on your pussy. You were afraid you would fold and fuck him.

All you needed was to cum and you could think straight.

When your cousin snuck out of the room, she thought you were asleep, but you were just hiding and waiting for her to leave. Just when you pulled the bullet from under your pillow, your door opened and your light came on. You sat up in bed when you saw it was Steve, prepared to cuss him out.

He quickly shut the door and leaned against it, a vision with his big, bare feet, plaid pajama pants and size smedium henley.

It was still a crime how good this man looked. 

And how much he affected you.

Steve saw you without makeup, that delectable mouth in a sexy O, and those eyes wide and got hard instantly. 

He was so ruined.

You watched Steve watching you and then watched him reach up and rub the back of his neck and damn, did his bicep look good as he unconsciously flexed. 

“I need to explain, Peach.”

“You don’t need to do a gotdamn thing but get the fuck out of my room.”

“Please…”

“Don’t give me that shit. That fake apology begging shit. You’re nothing but a liar, and a manipulator. Trying to fuck me under an alias. Pretending to be something you’re not.”

Steve grew exasperated and damn you if the sight of him potentially angry didn’t turn you on more. Did you actually want him to fight for you? 

You had a problem. A six foot, two inch problem.

“I didn’t fuck you, did I? I realized what I was doing was wrong and I stopped.”

You huffed and cocked your head.

“Yeah. You ran. Which was the easy way out. Instead of staying and apologizing and telling me the fucking truth. I don’t need your explanation now, asshole. You better be glad I don’t scream my ass off! Coming in here like you’re going to make me beg for you to put your little dick inside me and have your way with me in all the holes that you can.”

Steve raised his eyebrow, heart rate increasing. You wanted him.

“That's very oddly specific, Peach. Been thinking about me? Been fantasizing?”

His fervent whisper made you shiver.  

“And I think you’ve ascertained by now that it’s not little.”

He smirked as you glared at him. 

“You’re right, Peach. Now is not the time for explanations. Maybe we just need to finish what we started in Atlanta. Get the tension out so we can talk. Let me fuck you so hard that we both cum. Hard. So we can have a civil conversation.”

God, I need her to cum around my cock, those thighs wrapped around me, Steve thought. It was his only goal at the moment.

Your pussy sat up and took notice as you were silent, adjusting the pillow with the bullet under it so that he wouldn’t know what you were planning to do. He studied you as you sat up straighter in the bed.

You both knew that one fuck wouldn’t end the beef. In fact, you guessed correctly that you wouldn't be able to get enough.

“You want me to beg, Peach? To get on my knees for you and beg to give me just a few hours of your time to show you that I am completely and utterly yours, Y/N/LN.”

You stared at him as he nodded at you and started rubbing himself through his pajama pants like a heathen.

“But what would you let me come in here and do to you that would make you scream your ass off Peach, if I begged to your satisfaction?”

His eyes roamed your body, stopping at your rigid nipples through the thin material. 

Steve was thirsty now.

“Would you let me touch you?”

His baritone voice was destroying your pussy right now. She was practically humming and vibrating on nothing at the moment, and you wondered if you could come from words alone. 

Steve wondered the same thing.

So he tried it.

“Would you let me?” 

Waves of desire rolled off of him and you could feel it from across the room. He was itching to move close and touch you, but you needed to make the first move. 

So what he said to you was, “Would you let me get my dirty criminal hands all over you, Peach?” 

You tensed, not knowing if you wanted to strangle him or climb on his penis. But then you thought both, at the same time, and crossed your arms against your body instead.

“N-no!”

That damn eyebrow shot up and you looked away, not knowing if you had the strength to endure.

“I want to bite into you, Peach.”

You opened your mouth to breathe.

“Not hard. Just enough to see how soft your skin is. Just so you can feel it throughout your body…you are…fuck… you are so fine… I need to consume you.”

You were in the same room with the big bad wolf, and yet you didn’t want to escape.

“I wonder…”

He trailed off, and you turned your head and gained eye contact, curious and wound up tight. Your pussy was pounding now, and you knew he had to smell your scent. He was actually licking his chops. 

“Would you let me slide my tongue inside you and lick you clean?”

He watched his eyes dilate as your eyes shuttered and a sound came out from your throat. It was a whimper of need that you cut short by clearing your throat, but not before Steve’s eyes flicked down to your sleep shorts and your thighs rubbing against each other. He knew you had to be soaking wet. 

He licked his lips and nodded, agreeing with your lust.

“Yes. Want, no need, to rub my cock all over your beautiful body. Feed it to you inch by inch, until you take it down your throat.”

You closed your eyes to shut off the sight of him, but the images of what he was saying assaulted you. You were so close to giving in. 

“Will you, Peach? Let me rub this big dick all over that body?”

You opened your eyes and stared as Steve grabbed himself, holding it out for you. You were incredulous when you saw how thick and how long it was under his sleep pants. You licked your lips, suddenly very thirsty.

“Will you let me feed you this cock inch by fucking inch, till I’m down your throat?” 

Steve assessed you.

“I told you that you’d struggle to take it. But I bet you’d take it like the naughty little good girl you are. You’d gag on it for me.”

You wanted to crawl over to him on your knees and do as he said. But you were not going to fold. You took a deep breath, stood up slowly and walked over to him, his smile growing the nearer you approached.

You stopped just shy of touching him, his cock, his hands, those lips all there for the taking. You looked him dead in the eye.

“My aunt Karen keeps a shotgun by the bed. Get the fuck out of my room before I go get it and shoot your gotdamn balls off.”

The grin that Steve wore as he walked back to his room was blinding. You were the perfect woman for him. He just had to convince you.

He was still grinning when Bucky snuck back in the room from his rendezvous with his girl.

“I’m in.”

—--

The next morning you woke almost refreshed, having used your bullet successfully after Steve left the room. You got off in no time and renewed your strength. You even managed to tease your cousin who did the tiptoe of shame back to your shared bedroom before you fell asleep.

You came downstairs to the sight of your aunt and uncle on the way to coffee with Bucky and your cousin about to throw up.

It was obvious what was about to happen and you felt bad as she ran out to the beach to get some air. Maybe you were taking things out on her. As you watched her head toward the beach, you felt the hair on the back of your head rise.

You turned around to see Steve’s cerulean eyes appraising you. You suddenly felt self conscious about your sleep short set.

“Morning.”

“Hmmph.”

“I’ve been thinking about what you said last night, and you are correct. I’m sorry for continuing to pursuing you. What I did was wrong and there’s no future for us. We need to just cut ties. But there is one thing. The foundation.”

One of the things you’d realized was that the Rebirth Foundation that had bailed you out of debt and enabled you to quit stripping and start your dance school was the creation of Steve and Bucky. Your cousin told you it was a very real endeavor, but that Steve and Bucky did run it. 

“Yes. That’s unfortunate.”

“So. What do you want to do about that?”

Steve leaned back and damn, the power of grey sweats was not lost on you.

“What do you mean?”

“Well. I am the managing director of the foundation. If you keep the money, you’ll have to have contact with me; remember the stipulations?”

You grimaced as you recalled the terms of the endowment. A summit in New York, site visits. Shit. 

You crossed your arms and cocked your hip. Steve kept his eyes on your face. That threw you for a second. You cleared your throat.

“Are you trying to blackmail me, Rogers.”

Steve shook his head. 

“No. I knew you would think that. You are welcome to keep the money. I can just consider it a gift. I’ll pay the money back to the foundation out of my personal funds. Consider it a fine for my crimes.”

You looked down and chewed your lip. Then you looked back up at him, your head held high. 

“I’m not a coward, Mr. Rogers. I can fulfill my end of the bargain, even if you…” 

You stopped short.

“I can fulfill my end of the bargain.”

Steve looked at you for a long while, his blue eyes sad. Your heart clenched.

“Good. Your students deserve it. You should have a message in your inbox about the summit on December 15th. You don’t have to RSVP until next week because of the holiday."

Steve stood up and walked toward the kitchen door. 

“I’m gonna go see if your cousin is okay.”

You gaped as the man you thought you hated went to go care for your family. And if what you presumed was going to happen did happen, he was going to be like family for the rest of your life.

You were screwed.

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freedom ~ oberyn martell;game of thrones

part one

word count: 2608

request?: a single person asked if there would be a part two so yes?

description: in which she finally gets to enjoy her freedom with the man she loves

pairing: oberyn martell x female!reader

warnings: swearing, use of y/n, lil bit of dirty talk from oberyn teehee

masterlist (one, two, three)

The sun shining in through the open window stirred her from her sleep. She wasn't sure what time it was, but judging by how groggy she felt, she had definitely been asleep for a very long time. It was the first night since the evening before Joffrey's wedding that she had slept in an actual bed.

(Y/N) and Oberyn's plan had gone way better than she was expecting. She did as Oberyn told her and packed one bag of her most essential things. Oberyn had one of his men take it to the carriage so that non of Cersei's servants would catch (Y/N) doing it. She sat through the ceremony with the best fake smile pained on her face the entire time. The second the ceremony ended, (Y/N) slipped away while Cersei was distracted and they started their journey back to Dorne immediately.

It was a long journey spanning a number of days. They only stopped to rest a handful of times as Oberyn insisted on going for as long as the horses could stand so the risk of being caught by the Lannister men that Cersei was undoubtably going to send after them. (Y/N) was tense the entire time and wasn't able to relax until they reached Dorne.

Oberyn's brother, Prince Doran, was waiting for them when their carriage arrived. Oberyn had just stepped out when Doran said, "We received a message from King's Landing about the kidnapped Lannister girl."

"I kidnapped no one," Oberyn said. "She came with me willingly because she was being terribly abused by the Queen."

"The former Queen," (Y/N) corrected as she stepped out beside Oberyn. "Now that Joffrey is wed, Cersei is no longer Queen." She turned to Doran and curtsied. "My Lord."

Doran nodded in response. "Lady (Y/N). We hoped my brother wasn't so stupid as to kidnap a Lannister the day of the young kind's wedding."

"What Oberyn says is true. I have come with him of my own free will to escape my sister. She is claiming my capture so that y ou will send me back to her and will punish Oberyn so he cannot come for me again. I do not wish to go back, not ever. I will attest to this myself to my family back in King's Landing if you wish."

Doran looked between the two of them. He took a deep breath and said, "They will come."

"I will speak to them," (Y/N) insisted. "They cannot take me by force."

"They will not take her by force," Oberyn interjected.

Doran nodded. "I pledge my full support to you. I just hope you know what you are doing, brother."

Oberyn had brought her to a room that would be her own for the time being. He had promised her they would share a bed in due time, but he would not do so until they were properly courted. She would have argued further, but she was so tired and her body was aching from the long carriage ride, so all she wanted was to lay down in a soft bed.

Now that she was waking up from such a long slumber, it took a few moment for her to remember where she was. When she did remember, she smiled to herself. She was so giddy with happiness to finally be free and not feel so stuck and trapped in Westeros anymore.

A knock came at the door. She beckoned for them to come in, thinking (or rather hoping) that it was Oberyn. she was surprised when a lady she did not recognize stepped into her room.

"I am sorry for the intrusion, my lady," the woman said, bowing to (Y/N). "My name is Kenziah. I will be your handmaiden. I was told to come prepare you for a meeting in the Prince's throne room."

"Has something happened?" (Y/N) asked.

"Your father arrived early this morning, my lady. He requested a meeting with you and both Princes."

(Y/N) was quick to get out of bed and allow Kenziah to dress her. She tried to keep a brave face as she was led to Prince Doran's throne room. Doran was sat on his own throne while Oberyn was stood next to him. A tall figure was back on to (Y/N) as she walked in, but she didn't need him to turn around to recognize who it was.

Tywin Lannister looked down at his daughter as she entered the room. "My daughter, you have caused quite a disturbance."

"So I have heard," (Y/N) said. "I apologize if I disrupted Joffrey's wedding day. That was not my plan. Truthfully, I did not think Cersei would even notice my absence."

"You severely underestimate your sister then."

(Y/N) brushed past her father to stand next to Oberyn. She held her head high as she addressed Tywin, "I know what Cersei has tried to say about my disappearance. I am saying to you, father, that I willingly left with Oberyn to come to Dorne. I am not under any sort of duress, and I will not be returning to King's Landing with you."

Tywin raised an eyebrow. "Is that so?" (Y/N) nodded. "King Joffrey could order for your return."

"He would have to come take her himself," Doran cut in. "But he would have to go through the Dorne army."

"Are you threatening the king?" Tywin asked.

"No, I am protecting one of my own."

(Y/N) glanced between Tywin and Doran. Oberyn was silent beside her, but he had moved closer, protectively. For the first time in her life, (Y/N) actually felt cared for and safe.

Tywin's gaze moved to his daughter. "Is this truly your wish, my child? To stay in Dorne with the young prince?"

"I cannot go back to that palace, father. It was my prison, and I have finally escaped from it. I will not return to King's Landing willingly, and if you try to force me, I will fight back to the best of my abilities."

Tywin nodded. "I cannot force you to do anything against your will, (Y/N)."

"Will you tell Cersei that?"

To her surprise, Tywin nodded again. "If this is what you truly want, then no one else shall bother you while you're here."

(Y/N) bowed her head. "Thank you father."

Tywin paused a moment as he started to leave. (Y/N) wondered if he would say anything more. But he merely nodded to Doran and Oberyn before turning to leave the room. When he was gone, (Y/N) finally allowed her body to relax. Oberyn took her into his arms and kissed the top of her head.

"You are officially free, little lion."

~~~~~~

(Y/N) was sat in front of a mirror as Kenziah braided her hair. It had been a full day since she had arrived and she was already feeling more at home than she ever had in King's Landing. Oberyn had sent Dornish clothes for her to wear, and she was currently wearing one that was a similar color to the robe Oberyn had been wearing when they first met.

Now that she had been able to properly settle in after their long journey and Twyin's visit, Oberyn had called for (Y/N) to meet him outside of Water Gardens, their palace. She had a feeling she knew what this meeting was about, and the thought alone made her very giddy.

"You are trembling, my lady," Kenziah said. "Are you alright?"

"Yes, Kenziah, thank you," (Y/N) said. "I am just feeling nervous to see Oberyn is all."

"Nervous? But you seemed very fond of him before."

"I am fond of him! I guess nervous may be the wrong word. I feel a number of things about seeing him, because I know he will likely ask me to be his wife today. He said when we returned to Dorne that he would court me and make me his wife."

Kenziah smiled. "He does seem to feel very strongly for you, my lady. I see the way he looks at you."

(Y/N) smiled to herself as well. She had noticed the ways in which Oberyn looked at her, and every time it made her melt a little. She had never felt so infatuated with anyone before. The thought of being so close to him asking her to marry him made her insides feel fuzzy and warm.

When Kenziah finished braiding her hair, she placed a few flowers in the braids. "There, all finished."

(Y/N) moved to look at her hair in the mirror. She was almost surprised by the reflection looking back at her. She looked so beautiful, and she felt it, too. It was almost as if she was meant to be in Dorne, she just had to find a way to get there.

"Thank you, Kenziah," she said.

"You're welcome, my lady."

When she was sure she was ready, Kenziah brought (Y/N) to where Oberyn was waiting for her. He looked just as handsome as ever, almost glowing under the Dornish sun as he looked out at a pond below them. When she approached, he turned to her and smiled.

"You look beautiful, my little lion," he said. He took her hand in his and raised it to his lips, pressing a light kiss on her knuckles. It sent a spark through her entire body and made her hand feel like it was tingling.

"Thank you," she said. "I really love the clothes you sent for me. Dorian wear is so much nicer than what I had back in the palace."

"It suits you better, too. Like you were meant to wear it."

(Y/N) was smiling so much her cheeks were hurting. Oberyn beckoned for her to come closer. She did, moving as close to him as she could dare. She gasped when he put his hands on her hips and moved her so that she was stood right in front of him. His body was pressing against her backside, and she felt like she was weak in the knees from the feeling.

"I wanted to show you what I was looking at," he told her, his mouth dangerously close to her ear. He pointed towards the pond. "Just down there."

She was having a hard time concentrating on what it was he was trying to show her. His closeness was making her very dizzy. But she tried her best and managed to make her eyes focus on the pond. It was full of children, splashing around and laughing. She wasn't quite sure what he was trying to show her, until she spotted a familiar young girl with a head full of blonde hair.

She gasped. "Myrcella."

Myrcella was Cersei's middle child, and only daughter. Cersei adored Myrcella more than (Y/N) had seen her adore anyone in her life. When she had been sent away to Dorne to be a bride to Doran's son, Trystane, Cersei was practically inconsolable. It was the only time (Y/N) had ever seen weakness from her sister.

But Myrcella was also much different than her mother, or her older brother for that matter. She had a heart of gold and she cared very much for the people around her. That included (Y/N), much to Cersei's displeasure. (Y/N) loved her niece dearly. She had almost abandoned hope of ever seeing her again.

"She has been taken care of here," Oberyn assured (Y/N). "We will wait until she and my nephew come of age before they wed. Until then, she gets to live the life of a child."

"Why are you telling me this?" (Y/N) asked. While she was definitely glad to see her niece, this was not where she expected this conversation to go.

"She spoke very highly of you. Ever since she arrived, she has voiced how much she has missed her mother and her aunt. I can tell she is not like her mother, so I figured seeing her would be a welcome surprise."

With his hands still on her waist, Oberyn spun (Y/N) around so that she was facing him. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around his neck. Their bodies were still pressed so close together. (Y/N) found herself feeling something she had never felt before; a tingling sensation between her legs. Looking up into Oberyn's eyes, she wanted nothing more than to start kissing him, and to beg for him to touch her and make the feeling go away.

She had a feeling that he would know exactly how to pleasure her, and that thought made her feel even more weak.

"I want you to be happy here," he told her.

"I am happy," she assured him. "As long as I am with you, I can't be happier. You have saved me, Oberyn. Truly."

He smiled. "And I am glad that I have."

When he lowered his head towards her, (Y/N) wasted no time in closing the space between them. She kissed him so deeply that she made herself dizzy by doing it. His hands had moved from her waist to the small of her back, holding her to him. She could've stayed like this forever if that were possible.

When he broke away, she inadvertently let out a whine. He chuckled at her desperate sound. "I will kiss you as much as you wish, my little lion. But first, I do have a promise to keep."

He stepped away from her. Her body suddenly felt cold without him so close. He held her hands in his and looked deeply into her eyes as he spoke, "I told you that when we arrived to Dorne, I would properly court you and wed you. I believe I have successfully courted you already, so that just leaves us with one last step."

"Yes," (Y/N) blurted. Oberyn was amused by her outburst. "If it was not obvious, I very much want to marry you, Oberyn."

"I had a feeling," he teased. "I spoke with my brother already to get his blessing as well. We will have the wedding in a few days time."

"Can we do it now instead?"

Oberyn shook his head, an amused smile on his face. "My dear, sweet little lion. You must have patience. You must know what it takes to put a wedding together, especially one for people of royal blood such as us. Besides, I do not think you should wish to rush into marriage this quickly."

(Y/N) furrowed her brows at him. "Why?"

He stepped closer to her again. He leaned into her ear and dropped his voice to say, "Because once we are wed, I no longer have to worry about defiling your innocence. I may keep you in my bed for many days and nights before I decide to let you have a break from me, and even then I may only decide that because you are carrying my child."

(Y/N) stumbled a little and Oberyn was quick to catch her.

"You are mistaken, my love," she told him. "That only makes me wish for us to be married much sooner."

Oberyn cupped her face and pulled her for a kiss.

"I promise, my little lion, I will make the wait worth it," he said. "For now, you will just have to settle for stolen kisses."

"I will take anything as long as it is from you."

They kissed once more, and (Y/N) finally got to revel in the fact that she was finally getting her own happy ending.

[imaginecolby]

prove it || c.b.

summary: after an argument between you, colby promises you that he'll do whatever it takes to get you to forgive him. requested by anonymous.

"i'm so tired of having this conversation with you! if you can't trust me, then we shouldn't even be in this relationship anymore!" you shouted, storming upstairs.

"you don't get to storm away from me in my house!" colby said, following closely behind you.

"well, maybe you should actually listen to me for once, and i won't have to storm off. i don't know how many more times i need to tell you that i don't want you for your clout, or your money. the faster you understand that, then the faster this fight can be over." you took a deep breath before speaking again. "colby, we have been going at this all day. i'm tired of fighting. until you get can get it through your head that i want to be with you, then i can't do this anymore."

you finished packing your things up, and made your way to your car to leave. you half expected colby to come running after you, but when he didn't, you finally let yourself cry. you drove back to your house in silence, letting the tears fall. this was the only thing that you and colby ever fought over, but after the fourth time having this fight, you didn't have it in you to continue to argue over it.

after a quick stop for food, you finally made it home. you sat on the couch, crying as you ate. you really were worried this was gonna be the end of your relationship, but you knew that you couldn't be part of a relationship where someone didn't trust you. you deserved better than that, and you weren't going to continue to put yourself through that.

a few hours passed with no word from colby. you figured you wouldn't hear from him tonight, and forced yourself to try to sleep. unfortunately, that proved to be easier said than done. you tossed and turned all night, mind racing with images of your night replaying in your head.

"god, this sucks." you sighed. you slept for a total of about two hours, and it hit you bad the next day. you moped your way through work, barely talking to anyone, or getting any work done. everyone was trying to get you to open up, and offer some comfort, but you weren't in the mood. you were just trying to get through the next few days, in case this was really the end. once you were finally off of work, you made your way home, and stepped straight into the shower. you sat in the bottom of the tub, letting the warm water massage your muscles, and washing away the stress from the day.

after your shower, you put on some pajamas and moved to the couch, turning on a movie. you rolled your eyes as all of your recommendations were romantic comedies that you were not in the mood for. you ended up turning on an action film that you ended up not paying much attention to. you spaced out as you ate your leftovers, feeling numb. you were all cried out, and now longer knew what to feel.

"god this has been the worst few days." you sighed, turning the tv off. you sat in silence for a while before there was knock on the door. you got up to the answer door, colby standing on your porch.

"hey." he said quietly. you stood there, your arms crossed across your chest, saying nothing. "can we talk?" you turned to move back into your house, colby following closely behind you. you say back on the couch, and he sat on the chair across the living room for you.

"talk about what? just so you can talk down on me some more? you've made it abundantly clear that i don't come from the same world as you and that i don't understand how the industry works." you spat, mimicking his voice. "news flash, i knew that when we met, and i knew that when we got together. you don't need to continue to make me feel bad about it."

"i know, i'm sorry. sometimes i just get too into my head about all this. you're the first real girlfriend ive had since i've been in LA, and im still having trouble figuring this out." he said softly.

"you can't continue using that as an excuse whenever you blow up at me. i understand you're having a hard time figuring this out, but sometimes it feels like you don't understand how badly it hurts when you say things like that to me. it makes me feel like you don't trust me and that you don't want to be with me."

"god, i'm such an idiot. i never want you to feel that way. i love you, and i love everything about us. i never want to make you feel like that i don't care about you, or i don't trust you. i regret that i ever did that to you, and i want to do everything i can to fix this."

"well, an apology is a start. but i need you to prove that you actually believe that and you do trust me."

"i do, and i will. i am so so sorry that i ever made you feel like i didn't want to be with you or that i didn't trsut that you were with me for the right reasons. i love you. i love you more than anything, and i want to be with you." he said, moving to sit next to you.

"i love you too." you said, pulling him into your arms. you hugged him tight and pressed a kiss to the top of his head.

"i'm sorry." he said again, looking up at you. "so so sorry."

"i know. and i accept your apology. and all the future ones i expect from you." you teased.

you and colby spent the rest of the night together, finally feeling better after the last couple of days. you hoped that things would continue to be good for you and colby, and you would stay in a good place for a while. maybe forever.

[m4y4wasnthere]

dont be shy..

dallas x shy!reader

fic request here

warnings: holy smutt; plot is a-okay, mainly focused on establishing relationships; mention of alcohol/smoking; cursing (its dallas.)

a/n: thank u sm for the love on the last one!! this one is super cute but steamy; i think i also mightve made this one more awkward then shy, i honestly wanna rewrite this SO BADDD

not proofread

summary: of course when dallas winston finds out that the shy girl has a crush on him, it boosts the hell out of his ego. whats so wrong with him going over and having some fun teasing you about it? …until he realizes he wants more than just teasing 🌝

Dallas walks into Buck’s bar for a little get-together with the gang, not knowing they were gossiping about you.

“Oh god the puppy eyes she has for him, don’t get me started on how obvious it is.” Two-bit chuckles along with Sodapop.

“Who has puppy eyes for who?” Dallas sits next to Johnny on the other side of the table. The rest of the gang eye each other. (side eye typa way 👁️)

“You can’t be serious Dal..” Pony says slowly, a smirk slowly coming to his face. “Since when am I not serious?……..don’t answer that.” Dallas lights a cigarette and brings it to his mouth.

“Its-“ Two-bits mouth gets covered by Steve. “C’mon, why can’t I know? You guys are making me soo sad.” Dallas mocks a fake tear coming down with his finger.

“It's Y/n.” Sodapop blurts, Two-bit elbows him, and Darry facepalms, “God Soda, don’t you ever know when to keep your smart mouth shut?”

“I just couldn't keep it a secret. We all thought you knew Dally, I mean, it's painfully obvious.” Sodapop took a swing of his drink while Darry started scolding him under his breath.

“Obvious? Am I missin’ somethin’? What makes it ‘that’ obvious?” Dallas puts out his cigarette, and the gang knows he puts out an unfinished cigarette whenever he is serious. His brows furrowed as he stared hard into their eyes.

“Dal she always asks about you and she always tries to hang out with you. Do you not see the way she looks at you? She might as well be a lost puppy or somethin’ ” Johnny fidgets with a card in his hand, not looking at Dally.

“Wow Johnny-cake, even you?” Dallas scoffs, “Anything else I should know?” He puts his legs up on the table.

“Why don’t you just go ask her? If your sooo curious.” Two-Bit says sarcastically. Dallas lights a new cigarette and walks out without saying anything else.

・❥・

It was almost 1am when you heard a knock on your window. You groggily opened your eyes, rubbing them. Another set of tiny knocks went off at your window.

You got up, and the only thing you were wearing was an oversized tshirt with a shoulder cut. When you got to the window, you almost screamed.

You opened it, cursing under your breath.

“Dallas Winston, what in Irene's name are you doing here? God, I thought you were a random guy or stalker!” He climbed inside your room while you closed it slightly.

Then it suddenly hit you, Dallas Winston was inside your bedroom. Your cheeks flushed red. (thank god the lights are off)

“Do you want me to be a stalker? I can, if that's what you’re into doll.” Dallas slyly smirked as he occupied himself in your bed. You sat on the edge of the bed, not completely next to him.

“I don’t bite, c’mere.” Dallas pats next to him. You scooch a bit closer stiffly, but not at all close.

“So- um, what’re you doing here Dal..?” You stutter through your words, the situation's absurdity finally growing upon you as you become more awake.

“Jus’ hangin’ out, tell me abt ur day first.” Dallas turns to face you, removing his jacket and throwing it to the floor.

“Oh- uh-,” you found it completely inconvenient that you forgot what you did the whole day just because he looked at you a few seconds longer than the last.

You looked away from him and onto the floor, your closet, anything to keep yourself from looking at him any longer.

“My day was uh fine. I uhm went out to Buck’s earlier, uhm, oh I also was with the gang..” Every time you spoke, your voice trembled and your hands fidgeted with the end of your shirt. Dallas never looked away from you as you spoke. His gaze lingered over you, leaving you an embarrassingly shy blush-y mess.

You looked at him for a response but immediately looked away again, not expecting him to be staring at you so intently.

“Keep talking, I like your voice doll.” He scooches onto the bed fully and lays down, propping his feet up.

“Oh uh, okay..,” You mentally facepalmed. You weren’t cool at all around him, you didn’t know what to say to be able to entertain whatever he was looking for.

“After Buck’s, uh, I went to the Dingo to grab a quick bite and uhm, I just went home after that. Nothing too, uh, special.” You turned to face him more but couldn’t allow yourself to look up past his waist.

“Don’t say that doll, everythin’ about ya is special.” He takes a cig out and lights it, the soft warm fire illuminating his sharp features.

Sitting down makes you way more nervous than it needs to be, as dorky as it is, you decide to start tidying up your (already) clean room.

“Really, Dal. Why did you come over? I mean, not that I mind of course! Or anything, I just mean since um, you don’t usually come knocking on my window,” you mindlessly stumbled over your words while moving some makeup around on your vanity.

“I heard some things ‘bout you. Just wanted to see if they were true.” He blew smoke towards the window, looking you up and down slowly.

“Oh, really? What’d ya hear? Good things? I hope?” You lightly chucked as you turned around, leaning against the wood.

He put out the cigarette on a cute white ash pan you had on your dresser and slowly walked over to you.

Your posture straightened, trying to put a respectable amount of distance between the two of you.

He leaned in, putting his arms on the vanity on either side of you, trapping you against it.

“I heard you have a bit of a crush on me doll, is that true?” His eyes flickered over every detail of your face, he smirked mischievously.

“Who told you that?” You turned your head away from him. “Was it Soda? Two-bit?” Your heart was racing and your body was getting very hot.

“You're not even going to deny it? Wow, I didn't know you could be so forward doll." He grabbed your chin back to face him. He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“No thats not what I meant, No- I do like you, wait no I don’t, I just-“

He leaned forward and kissed you passionately. He put his hands around your waist, pulling you towards him. Your hands wrapped themselves around his neck in response.

You broke away with heavy breathing, his eyes never left your soft lips.

“You don’t gotta be so shy doll, what if I said I liked you too?” He licked his lips before guiding you towards the bed.

He kissed you lightly again before pushing you onto your back, his muscular form looking heavenly with the moon shining behind him.

He climbed on top of you and starting kissing your neck, getting more aggressive with the time passing.

“I want you Dal.” You whispered. He stopped to look up at you.

“If you want me so bad, then take off your cute little panties, slut.” He continued to leave hickeys down your neck.

You squirmed underneath him, struggling to hold in your moans, scratching helplessly at your thighs to take the underwear off.

He grabbed your breasts and started sucking on your nipples. A moan escaped from your lips which only made him become rougher. He swirled your buds in his mouth, nibbling onto them and leaving them each have their own purple mark.

“I’m gonna mark you like this everytime I see you. Your mine doll.”

He kissed his way down your stomach towards your heat. He stopped for a moment to look back at you. Without breaking eye contact he ran his tongue from the tip of your core to your stomach.

This made you increasingly squirm against him.

“Dal..” you whined as he softly licked at your folds. He was teasing you and you couldn’t take it.

“Please Dal, make me feel good, please.”

He spread your legs further apart with his hands as he started to suck your clit aggressively. You could feel your back arching subconsciously, his tongue moving along your folds and in out out your hole.

“Let me spell my name out for you. So you know who you belong too.”

He dragged his tongue throughout your hole, trying to spell out his name.

He pulled away with a nasty grin at how disheveled you looked. Your hair was in a mess, your chest was heaving up and down, your eyes were hooded with complete lust.

“I need to fuck you doll, are you ready?” He whispered as he sloppily kissed your body.

“I’m ready Dal, I want you to fuck me so bad.”

He positioned himself between your legs, you wrapped them behind his back. He slowly inserted himself into you, staying still for a moment for you to get comfortable.

“God Y/n, your pussy feels so damn good.”

He held your wrists beside your head as he started to thrust into you.

His thick cock was the only thing you could think about. The way it filled you so nicely. The way Dallas looked hammering into you, your broken moans couldn’t stop.

He started to become rougher with each thrust, faster, harder, and his arms snaked around your stomach, pulling you into him.

You clawed at his back full of pleasure, your mind becoming numb as his thrusts were becoming sloppier the more time he spent inside of you.

“Dallas I’m gonna cum-“ you said before moaning loudly against him.

“Come with me baby, I’m about to come.”

He thrusted as fast as he could in you before slowly haltering to a stop. You guys breathed heavily against each other, sweat coating both of your guy’s skin.

His eyes met yours as he pulled out of you, slowly unrolling the condom and tossing it in a nearby bin. He laid down next to you, his body at an angle so he could see your face.

“Dally, I-“ he stopped you with a kiss. A slow and gentle kiss, while he traced the side of your body.

“You’re not just some one-night stand, I promise or whatever,” he whispered while looking at you. You softly smiled at him.

He pulled you into a close cuddle as you guys slowly fell asleep.

・❥・

[seungfl0wer]

*𝑨𝒔 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑾𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒔*

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 2

Chapter(2) Title -> Die Happy

Chapter Warnings: This one contains smut, Unprotected sex, Creampie (ofc), knotting, “Marking”, biting, mentions of blood and ingesting it. Oral (f), dirty talk, Chans a bit possessive, Nails in skin?, Multiple orgasms. And the rest is just cute and fluffy lol. As always sorry for any mistakes.

A/N: This- came out way longer than I anticipated, however I made yall wait long enough so lol. Hope yall enjoy😘

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The nerves had you wide awake all night, mind wondering about how things were gonna be. How they were gonna be. Would they like you? Would.. would they only like you because you’re an omega? No. Chan seemed genuine about liking you before the news. It was hard to believe though, such a handsome man. A handsome well rounded man liking you? You tossed and turned in your bed trying to shut your brain off. You didn’t remember falling asleep but last time you saw on the clock was 5am. Shit- you had be up to help you dad at 9. ‘Fuck me’ you groaned.

RING RING

Your alarm was going off. The loud sound waking you made you mad. You grabbed your phone trying to turn it off not being able to hit the button. You were about to throw it against the wall if it didn’t stop. The sound deafening, finally you hit the button. Ah silence. You turned back into your bed cuddling up to your stuffed animal before drifting back off to sleep. A few hours later a knock at your door was heard. You grumbled out a “go away” tossing your pillow over your head. A chuckle came from the door but you were too tired to even respond.

“Didn’t sleep well?” A voice said as you felt the bed dip beside you. You thought it was your dad at first so you took your pillow smacking him with it. “Hey!” He said with another chuckle before peeling the pillow from your face. His eyes met your sleepy ones, it was Chan. It was Chan! Your eyes widen a bit scrambling to sit up. Your hair was all a mess, with no shorts under your long shirt. “You know it’s 11 right?” He said with that oh so heart melting smile of his plastered to his face. “Fuck!” You said scrambling to find your phone “Don’t worry love, your dad wanted you to sleep. I stopped by the store and he said you were out cold” he said.

He brought his hand up to move some hair from your face settling his hand on your cheek. “Crazy how you’re still so beautiful after waking up.” God your heart was about to explode. “Am not” you somehow get out feeling it getting stuck in your throat. He chuckled leaning in close before kissing your cheek softly. “I’d never lie to you, my beautiful mate” he said oh so softly. He smiled seeing your face become a pretty pink “want to sleep more?” He asked looking over your face. You shook your head “no- I should get up and pack” you said avoiding his gaze.

“Just gotta bring clothes we got everything else covered! The boys have been decorating it for you” he said. “You guys didn’t have too-“ you said in a low voice. “Love, my beautiful darling. You will be spoiled beyond belief so get use to it.” He said eyes darting over your face. You couldn’t help but smile the pink on your face quickly turning a deep red. He kissed your cheek once more before getting up. “Take your time love, I’ll be in the living room.” He said before getting up leaving your room.

When you finally got up yawning as you stretched. You looked out your window, it was so nice outside. It was a nice day out the sun breaming into your room. You let out a relaxed sigh taking a seat at the edge of your bed. You grabbed your bag throwing clothes in, you could always come back to get more when needed. Two bags later you walked down the stairs seeing Chan scrolling his phone. When he saw you walk down his face went a bit red. Seeing you just in your long bed shirt that came down to your knees. He gulped a bit ‘I’m not some horny teenager’ he said to himself trying to snap himself out of it.

“Bags are packed, I’m gonna get a shower quick if that’s ok?” You said sitting the bags by the couch. “Yeah- it’s fine” he said eyes looking over your body. “Awesome I’ll be” you said trailing off before bending over to grab a pair of panties and your hoodie from the clothes you had packed. The way you bent down gave Chan a nice view of your ass. Shit- his mouth dropped. Purple, Purple panties with- with lace. His head spun mind going a mile a minute. ‘I bet you look so pretty with those soaking wet’. “Right back” you continued snapping him back to reality. “Y-yeah take your time” he said face heating up from his thoughts.

After your shower you came back downstairs hair all fixed, make up done and your cutest dress you could find. He smiled wide looking at you making you blush instantly. “Think they’ll like it?” You said your eyes big like the cute little puppy you were. “They’ll love it, I love it” he said the latter coming out as a stutter which made you blush even more. “We have a bit till everything’s ready at the house” he said. “Wanna watch a movie or something?” He asked.

“Oh yeah! I have Netflix but only on my tv in my room. This tv is kinda- old” you chuckle “it doesn’t get all the fancy stuff like that only a few channels” you said.

“I’m fine with that, if you are. Can’t say I’m not gonna try and cuddle you” he said the words coming out sweetly.

“I’d be a little sad if you didn’t wanna cuddle while we lay in my bed” you teased walking towards the stairs leaving Chan in the chair a bit surprised. “Last one up the stairs is an old man” you said sticking your tongue out as you bolted up the stairs.

“Hey you little brat!” He said laughing “you just wait!” He chanced you up the stairs as you got to the top you felt his warm arms come around you making you squeal. He picked you up twirling you around before playfully tossing you on the bed. “Old man huh? You sound like the boys” he said with another laugh. God that laugh, if that’s all you could hear the rest of your life you’d be happy. His laugh was like a warm cup of hot chocolate on a cold winter day. So warm, so comforting. But that was Chan honestly. You’ve never felt this comfortable so fast with someone it was like you knew each other for years. Like an old married couple.

“Well If it’s more than one person maybe we are right” you teased. He shook his head rolling his eyes with that big smile. “You gonna come cuddle me or just stand there looking cute?” You said. The confidence you felt all of a sudden was definitely a surprise to both of you.

“Don’t know, I don’t think I heard a please” he said sticking his tongue out at you like you had to him earlier.

You rolled your eyes “ah I see” you said making him tilt his head a bit “someone likes begging” you said as you started to giggle.

He picked up the pillow you had thrown at him early smacking you with it. He jumped on the bed pinning you under him before tickling your sides. You laughed uncontrollably squirming under him “better watch the mouth of yours it’s gonna get you in trouble one of these days” he says in a teasing tone. He couldn’t deny having you laughing like this was making his heart swell, but having you under him- was making something else swell.

Once he stopped tickling you his eyes locked on yours something came over him. His eyes darting to your lips and as if you read his mind you smiled “if you want to kiss me then do it” you said eyes looking straight at him with a glint in them. And he did. He did just that leaning down lips crashing into yours. His hand came up to Caress your cheek deepening the kiss. He tasted like mint with a hint of chocolate from a cookie your mom had given to him before leaving this morning. He smelled so good too, like firewood and cologne. Your eyelashes fluttered feeling him becoming hard on top of you. His hips slightly rutting against you as he deepened the kiss. He wasn’t even aware he was moving but he could definitely feel himself getting hornier by the minute.

He leaned to your neck almost moaning when you gave him full access. He nipped at your neck kissing it sloppily fuck did he wanna mark you. He wanted to dig his teeth into every inch of you but he wasn’t sure if you’d be comfortable with it. Especially having everything so new so he decided to suck. Suck those purple and red marks on your neck. The whimpers you let out made him smirk against your skin. He started to rut his hip more into you, his fully hard cock painfully trapped in his pants.

The smell of your arousal hasn’t even hit him yet. Not until you bucked your hips back to his snapping him out of the trance he was in. “Y/n-“ he said pulling away to look at you. Big mistake. The lustful expression on your face was enough to drive him crazy. However fighting everything in him he looked over you for your consent. “Fuck Chan I want you so badly but- but you think it’s a good idea to do it here?”

Dammit.

You were right, to both of your displeasures you were right. If he fucked you here especially for the first time- and if your parents came home? “Dammit” he said frustrated. He looked down at you as you pouted a bit “m’sorry” you said softly. He shook his head before placing a soft kiss to your lips. “Don’t be sorry love, you’re right. As much as I want to. Once I start I don’t think I’ll be able to control myself.” He admitted.

“Is everyone at the house?” You asked tilting your head a bit. “Yeah they- wait. I forgot we have a cabin too. It’s just up the road a bit from the house!” He said his words coming out more excited than he meant to. “Wanna uhm go there?” You said. He grinned seeing you get a bit shy. “You want me that bad?” He teased.

Your heart was pounding not knowing what was coming over you, you felt shy, small even. Looking up at him with nervous eyes his gaze meeting yours. The smell of you was getting more intense it was different from before though. Something in him was telling him that he needed to take you. Needed you more than ever, his mate his love. He stood up quickly taking your hand as he basically pulled you behind him. He grabbed the bags at the door throwing them in the car. “Tell your dad that we left early but will stop by tomorrow!” He said closing your door as you sat down.

The glint in his eyes was different, especially as your smell circled in the car making his head dizzy. He drove like a mad man to that cabin. He took your hand pulling you to the cabin as soon as he had that door shut behind you he became some animal. He kissed you hungrily grinding his body against yours his hands not so gently pulling your dress up. “Y/n- fuck. It’s like you’re in heat or something. Your smell is just- just making me lose control” he said lips nibbling against your neck.

You held onto his arms, his big muscular arms. He almost ripped the panties you had on while trying to take them off. His warm hands came down to your clit lightly playing with it. “Y/n. I want to make it clear. If I do anything to make you uncomfortable tell me.” He said making sure to keep eye contact with you. “I need you to use your words at all times so I know you’re ok got it?” He said. You nodded eyes staring back at his “ok.” And with that ok he was gone he kissed his way down your neck taking your straps off your shoulder as he did.

He watched as your dress fell to the floor leaving you completely naked in-front of him. You moved your hands blocking to cover your body on instinct. He quickly let out a low growl “no hiding. No hiding that beautiful body. Fuck” he said moving quickly lips attaching to your nipples. “This beautiful body that’s all mine” he said nibbling at your nipples. You groaned in response rubbing your hips together for some kinda relief. He smirks against your skin before he starts kissing down your body. He nips at the skin a bit getting to your already soaking cunt.

He can feel saliva pulling in his mouth. He made it a mission just then to make you cum at least once on his tongue before fucking you. He needed to taste everything you had. Then something clicked a little. He wanted to be first. He had to be first. The first one to see anything of you. To hear you to taste you everything before anyone in the pack could even imagine it. He dove headfirst into the pool of your cunt. Lapping his tongue long against your folds flicking it perfectly at your clit. He brought his big hands to hold around your thighs keeping you spread for him.

“Chan!” You moaned out gripping his hair tightly. Your body shuddered as you looked down at him. Eyes hazy, as he sucked your clit so effortlessly pulling moans from you. He freed one hand bringing it up to rub it against your folds before pushing his fingers into you. He needed to make sure you could take him. Take his full length, his full knot in you. He pumped his fingers in and out the noises filing the air. Your body moved on its own out of pleasure as you started to grind against his tongue making him moan. He dug his nails into your thighs the small sting making you whimper.

You’d be lying if you said it didn’t feel good, that you didn’t like the slight pain of it. Fuck. At this rate you’d be cumming in record time. “Chan- please- I’m close! So fucking close!” You said as your hands gripped at his shoulders for some support. You felt like you were floating away, the only thing holding you here was him. His fingers picked up the pace pushing deep into. He nipped at the inner of your thigh the bit of pain making you clench around him. He let out another low groan realizing you liked it. He quickly sunk his sharp teeth into your leg blood flooding his mouth.

“F- fuck!” Is all you could cry out as you felt yourself fading away into bliss. You came hard around his fingers moaning loudly as he lapped at the bite mark. He sucked his fingers clean before licking all your juices. The taste of you sending wave of need up his spine. You tasted heavily, like sweet homemade cookies, something he sure would be addicted to. He kissed his way up to you taking his pants off as he did. His cock was so painfully hard, the tip red dripping with pre cum. His eyes were hooded glossed over as he leaned into your lips.

He aligned his length to your entrance before pushing in slowly. As much as he wanted to fuck you hard. Wanted to make you cry his name over and over he needed to take it slow at first. His cock inches its way into your warm walls settling so perfect like it was made to be there. He looked over your face for some reassurance before he started moving. You nodded slightly knowing what he was waiting for before you could even blink he was pounding into you. He fucked up into at such an angel hitting your walls and every sensitive spot it could.

He crashed his lips into your biting your bottom lip before pulling away again. His speed was no joke he was like a rabbit. You felt your legs becoming like jelly, feeling weak and wobbly. He wrapped them around him carrying you to the bedroom where he placed you on all fours. The new angle had you seeing stars and maybe even god himself. He was hitting your g-spot so perfectly, hands gripping harshly at your hips as he dug his nails into them.

“My perfect mate- fuck you were made for me.” He said moving his body to press against your back. His hand came down to play with your clit as the sound of his balls slapping you filled the air. “Made to take my cock. Made to take my knot. You. Are. Mine.” He said punctuating those words with a harder thrust each time. You almost screamed out in pleasure “all yours- I’m all yours alpha!”

The sound of you calling him alpha made his mind skip. It went blank but I was flooded with so much. Without thinking he bit harshly at your shoulder sinking in as he marked you as his. This mark being a permanent reminder that you belonged to him. That he was your alpha.

“Shit! Shit! Cu-cumming!” You screamed body falling on the bed as Chan fucked into you harder and harder deeper and deeper. “Yeah that’s it cum on my cock, cum on your alphas cock. Such a good little omega. My good little omega” he said. The sounds he was letting out as he chased his high were almost pornagraphic. They were gutterle low groans mixed with whimpers of pleaser. “Gonna take my knot? Gonna let me stuff you full? Hmm my pretty omega.” He groaned.

“Yes fuck- I want your knot please alpha!” You managed to choke out as he pumped a few more times into you before pushing his knot into your abused wet hole. You felt his ball twitch as he came so deep in you. Your legs shook as another orgasm washed over you at the feeling. Fuck you’d never wanna feel anything else. The way he felt so deep in you, so full of all of him. His arms wrapped around you as he rutted himself into you. “Mine” he kept saying softly. His head laid on your back leaving kisses everywhere.

You both just laid there catching your breaths before his phone rang. “Everything done. Come home. Please come home. I wanna see her. Please channie!” The voice on the other line whined. Chan was still trying to catch his breath a bit as he spoke “alright lix I’ll be there soon ok?” Chan responded before turned to you. “Think you can walk” he teased. “Probably, think you can pull out?” You teased back making you both laugh. “Yeah I could for a bit now” he said before kissing your cheek. “Seriously!” You said playfully smacking him.

“Hey hey! That’s abuse!” He joked before pulling you into a sweet kiss. “Let’s get cleaned up so you can meet the rest of your mates” he said with a grin. You smiled “I can’t wait!”

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After getting cleaned up and making sure you both rehydrated Chan drove down the road a bit to the house. It was beautiful old ranch house huge, with a lot of land. A swimming pull out back, plenty of room for a garden. A swing set sat on one side and a crabapple tree on the other. You couldn’t believe how big this place was. “This was a rough house when I first got it but I fixer up pretty good” Chan said with a proud smile. When you pulled in you could see bright sunshine eyes staring at the car.

Chan got out first as the hoard ran to you “be gentle you maniacs” he said. He opened your door letting you step out. They all smiled at you Felix piping up first “can I hug you!” He said with a big lip out and how on earth would you ever be able to say no to that? “Of course” you said softly and hes already tackling you. His arms wrapped around your body pulling you into a hug. He smelled like chocolate and a hint of vanilla. “You’re even more beautiful than I remember” he said looking up at you with puppy dog eyes. Ugh your heart, he was so fucking cute. He could get away with murder with that look.

Your face went red before you could say thank you another man approached “I see why you weren’t here” he said looking at the fresh marking on your neck. “Hush” Chan said with a grin. “I’m Minho by the way” the man said with a smile. He pointed at everyone having them introduce themselves before Felix dragged you into the kitchen. “Dinner should be ready soon” he said clinging to your arm. “We made your favorite, if it suckers Minho made it” someone said behind you making you laugh. It was seungmin he stood at the door way leaning against it.

“Lix why don’t you show her, her room” Chan suggested making Felix’s face light up. “I’m coming too!” Changbin said rushing behind you both taking hold of your other arm. They pulled you through the pretty house, looking around it made you wonder. Who decorated in here? It was so nice? Not what most men’s houses would be. Looked like something straight from a magazine. Everything methodically put together and situated perfectly. “Yall got an interior designer or something?” You asked.

“Hm? Oh the house? Hyunjin really likes that kinda stuff. He’s good at it ain’t he” Changbin said with a smile. When you nod he continues “tell him it’ll make him really happy” he said. These men and their pretty smiles are gonna drive you crazy. “Close your eyes” Felix said. When you did you heard the door squeak open. “Ok ok open!” He said with a wide smile. You were met with a beautiful styled gothic almost room with plushies decorating it. There were candles, a computer, books and pictures of you and your family.

Your heart swelled at the look of it feeling tear almost well up “do you love it!” Felix said coming up to look at you. “Wait don’t cry!” He said taking your face into your hands, he softly wiped away the tears that dared to come out. “Ah it’s just really sweet of you all to do this. Makes me feel.. really care for” you said.

A pair of arms wrapped around you feeling a warm body press against your back hugging you tightly “you are really cared for, we’re here to spoil you pretty” Changbin said resting his head on your shoulder. Your face heated up making Felix giggle “you got her blushing” he said in a teasing tone. “You’re just jealous he’s hugging me and you’re not” you said sticking your tongue out. Felix chuckled before all but tackling you again laying his head in between your breast. He looked up at you with a grin “you smell so good. You sure your mom didn’t just bake you?” He said cheesily.

You rolled your eyes smiling down at him “says the one with little chocolate chip freckles” you said. His face turned pink in an instant burring his face into your chest to hide. “Seriously how am I gonna survive with you all?” You said with a light chuckle “to many pretty men”

Changbin squeezed you tightly “ooh she thinks we are pretty” he almost purred into your neck. “Dinners ready!” You heard Minho yell from down the hall. Changbin picked you up twirling you around making Felix drop you. “Last one there has to sit beside Minho” he said before letting you go and sprinting down the hallway. Lix and you both started laughing “he’s something” Felix said interlocking his hand with yours. “You really like the room though?” He asked. You nod smiling at him “I love it”

Hyunjin was standing at the door smiling as he saw you “oh Hyunjin! I wanted to tell you the house is really pretty. You’re really good at design.” You complimented him. His face lit up cheeks turning red “I-uh thank you” he stuttered out. “Assess in chairs before jeongin scarfs everything” Minho said. Chan smiled taking your hand having you sit beside him. “Alright you gremlins dig in” Minho said before making his plate. He watched you as made your plate taking a bite. Your eyes looked over at him looking like a deer in headlights almost. “Well?” He said staring intently. “Delicious” you said with a smile.

He smiled back smugly “of course it is I made it” he teased as he ate. The room was quiet as everyone ate. After filling up it, the tiredness hit you. You yawned rubbing your eyes softly “someone’s sleepy” Felix said. Chan nodded “she didn’t sleep well” he said as he rubbed your back. “Sure it’s not from your fun you two had?” Seungmin said making everyone laugh. He rolled his eyes “could be that too” he said smugly.

“It is late too, why don’t we clean up and snuggle on the couch? We all can watch a movie or something.” Chan suggested everyone’s eyes lighting up. “I call sitting beside y/n!” Jisung said first time you heard from him today. Chan did mention he was a bit shy especially around new people so hearing him say it made you happy.

As everyone got up taking their plates to the sink they ran to get blankets and everything to make it comfortable. You put the plate in the sink while Minho loaded the dishwasher “want help?” You asked. He looked at you trying not to smile. “No.” He said bluntly. “Go join the others” he said putting more dishes in. As you walked away he thought you listened but here you come back with the rest of the plates from the table. “I told you“ he said but you cut him off “yeah yeah here’s the rest of the dishes” you said playfully sitting them on the counter.

He chuckled a bit looking at you “such a little brat hmm?” He said in a humming tone. “Just like helping” you said patting his back softly “thank you by the way. Dinner was really really good” you said smiling. Ooh that smile the way you complimented him his heart was pounding. You were so pretty. Making him blush a bit “An-y time” he said focusing back to his dishes trying to hide his face. You made your way to the living room seeing all the blankets on the floor. They made such a big pile with pillows everywhere, the cushions from the couch on the floor as well.

“Y/n let’s goo” Seungmin whined. You rolled your eyes making your way to the pile taking your seat beside Chan and Jisung. To your surprise the other members were cuddled up to each other. No fragile masculinity here. Felix had his head laid on Changbins leg, seungmin and Jeongin leaning against the couch. Hyunjin took his place in Changbins other leg. They were about to press start Jisung interlocking his arms with yours. Chan had his arm around your waist pulling you a bit closer. Jisung whined at the movement “hey I called sitting with her” he huffed making Chan chuckle “sorry sorry”

As they went to press play you stopped them “wait Minho isn’t in here we can’t start” you said looking over at the kitchen. “It’s ok pretty, he’ll be in” Felix said looking over at you with a smile. You pouted though making them all coo. “We can’t start if everyone not here, that not fair.” You said crossing your arms. So they waited. Anything to make sure you were happy. As Minho walked in he was surprised “yeah didn’t start it?” He asked.

Chan shook his head “y/n wanted everyone in the room before we started” he said with a smile. Of course you did. Of course you were this sweet caring person who even cared about him. He cleared his throat looking over at you “well I’m here” he said looking where to sit. “You can sit here” you said patting the space between your legs. Were you trying to kill him? Seriously. He made his way to you taking his seat between your thighs leaning back slightly. As the movie started you started to run your hands against Minhos back. It sent shivers up his back the touch feeling so light.

Chan smiled to himself, it felt like you belonged here. Like you’ve always have been apart of their family. You just meshed so well with them it made his heart so full. You leaned your head against Chan his hand coming up behind to play with your hair. That’s it you were out. As soon as he started to play with your hair your body became pudding melting into him. Falling asleep fast your arms held onto Minho wrapping your arms around his waist pulling him into you to cuddle. He let out a little huff but leaned into your touch. You were so warm so comforting.

Han was cuddled up to you as well, his arms wrapped around your arm head resting on your shoulder. You both were out like a light, so was half the room except Minho and Chan. Chan took the opportunity to talk to Minho “what do you think?” Chan said nudging him softly. “I think this is too good to be true” he said eyes focused on the screen. Chan chuckled softly trying not to wake you up. “It feels so right though doesn’t it?” Minho nodded in response. “Yeah, to right?” He said sounding like a question.

Minho ended up nodding off shortly after talking, fully leaning into you as he drifted to sleep. Chan took a mental picture of this moment. If he died today he’d die happy.

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the house of snow (27) ✧ coriolanus snow

the house of snow ✧ a royal coryo au | pinterest board| ao3

pairing: king!coriolanus snow x fem!reader

series summary: the king of panem is in search of a bride. and, for reasons you can never understand, coriolanus snow has set his sights on you. it would never be a happy marriage, you’re sure of that. but none of that matters, because when snow decides he wants something, he will do everything in his power to ensure it is his. 

chapter summary: you reach your final straw. 

word count: 1,314

series warnings?: 18+ MINORS DNI, royal au, regency au, arranged marriage, rivals to lovers, obsessive!coryo, jealous!coryo, protective!coryo, eventual smut, eventual pregnancy, more tags to be added later

chapter warnings?: angst city™, reader is very very stubborn, not proofread

Coriolanus had begun sending you flowers. White roses overtook your room. It was practically a garden itself with how many he had sent you. It might have been a sweet gesture. Once. You knew how precious his roses were to him. When his family was in utter ruin, those roses were the only thing they still had from their days of wealth. Even now, when Coriolanus was King, he kept perhaps hundreds of rose bushes on the palace’s property. Every vase was full of roses. Every portrait commissioned during his reign featured roses. You weren’t sure, in your short time here, if you had ever seen a different kind of flower. 

Now, you just wanted to throw every vase he sent you against the wall. 

Did he think that you would forgive him if he sent you flowers? Did he think that absolved him for the way he treated you? Coriolanus had spouted on and on about how much he adored you, how he trusted you. But the moment you told him you were pregnant, it felt like he was beginning to regard you the way other husbands regarded their wives. An object, something to order around and obey without question. If Coriolanus thought he could tell you how and how not to behave, he was sorely mistaken. And certainly didn’t truly believe you were as much of a Queen to his King as he led you to think. 

So, you started having the bouquets directed to another bedchamber and ordered those who were tasked with delivering them to you to inform Coriolanus you had received them. If Coriolanus was going to disrespect your birthing choices, you were going to disrespect his presents. 

Knock! Knock!

The butler who brought your daily books slipped into the room. He crossed over to your vanity and removed the books from the silver tray. He turned, and you expected to leave. Instead, he stared at you and cleared his throat. 

“His Majesty requests your presence at dinner this evening,” he said. 

“Tell His Majesty he can kiss my ass.”

The butler sputtered, his eyes going wide. “Your Majesty!”

“His Majesty does not get to demand my presence when my very lack of presence has been caused by him. If he wishes for me to be there, then he can do better than sending me bouquet after ridiculous bouquet of these damned roses. He could talk to me himself. He could make amends.” You took a breath. “You can tell His Majesty that I will be leaving for the cottage in two days time.”

It was early than you planned. Far earlier. You had barely reached your sixth month, but you could not stand being in this palace for a second longer.

“Inform the physician as well, if you will.”

The butler’s eyes darted to the door. He must be eager to escape. Though you had little interaction with the staff over these past few weeks, you knew they were all on edge. They had been accustomed to the sickeningly sweet displays of affection. For it to be so cold now…Surely they were waiting for a fight that would be worse than any war. Perhaps they might see that fight tonight. You weren’t sure it would happen, though. Coriolanus had not done a damned thing since you moved out of your once-shared chambers. Why would he do anything now. 

He nodded then slipped out the door. It click’d shut. You fell back on the settee, hand cradling your growing bump. As your eyes fell shut, you heard mumbling on the other side of the door. Curious, you walked closer to it, pressed your ear against the door. 

“I apologize, but the Queen is insistent that she leaves soon,” the butler said.  

Who was he talking to? He surely couldn’t be—

“Find reason then to delay her,” Coriolanus said. It sounded like he was speaking through gritted teeth. 

Rage flared in your chest. What right did he have to be upset? This was all of his own design. And how dare he be here! How many days has he stood outside your door, never saying a damned word! Was he not going to do anything to fix this? Was he just waiting for the day for you to give up and pretend that everything was fine? 

You reached for the door and jerked it open. The butler jumped. Coriolanus looked at you, his pale blue eyes going wide. 

“P—”

“I have changed my mind,” you said. Your voice was tight as you were trying to control the tears that began to well up. Coriolanus took a breath, his eyes turning hopeful. “I leave tonight. Don’t you dare follow.”

It was not a fight worse than any war, but Coriolanus looked like you had stabbed him in the heart anyways. Good. 

Maybe he would finally hurt as much as you. 

Dear Sejanus,

I have left the palace. Please do not direct any further corresponded there. For the foreseeable future, I will be residing in the Snow family cottage. We shall not be calling it that anymore, however. I do not care what we call it, but I do not wish to be tied to the Snow at the present moment. While I am glad that I did not run away with you, I do wonder if I should have fought harder against marrying Snow. In the beginning, all was right. It felt like a good choice, as though he were a true Prince Charming. Since I came to be with child, Snow has become worse than the man he was before we wed. I do not know who he is anymore. 

Enough of me. How are you? Were you able to pass your medic test? 

Dearest Sejanus, 

My physician has told me of a way to tell if my child shall be a boy or a girl. Truthfully, I think it’s all an old wive’s tale. Perhaps that is because the “test” seemed inconclusive based on how the physician explained it. He is, however, insistent that I shall be having a boy. I told him he could save those declarations for men like Snow. I hope I don’t have a boy. I want a girl who I can teach to stand up for herself. To never allow a man to think she’s unworthy of anything. That might be wishful thinking.

Life is Thorn’s Grove is beginning to become lonely. There is nothing here for miles and miles, save for a Peacekeeper base. The only people I see are the staff, and I can hardly call them friends. I have tried to initiate conversations with them, but they seem so terrified of saying the wrong thing that it goes nowhere. I wish you could be here. Conversation always flowed easily with you. And it might just infuriate Snow if he found out. Kill two birds with one stone.

I’m so pleased that you passed your test! Will you be remaining at the same base or shall you be going elsewhere? 

Sej, 

I have been ordered to bedrest. There was a scare the other day. Nothing to worry about, if I should say so. The physician is being overly cautious. I think he is worried that Snow would have his head if something were to happen to me. Regardless, as I said, it is nothing of concern. I became lightheaded while going down the stairs and nearly fell. I didn’t, of course, yet the physician acts as though I am on the verge of fainting any time I go farther than my chambers. It seems I have traded one prison for another. 

I cannot believe you are at the very base that is so close to Thorn’s Grove! When my child is born, you should come to visit. Snow will be displeased, but he has not even attempted to come here since I left the palace. I doubt he will ever come.

It would be nice to see you again. 

I miss my Coryo.

[irenic-seraphiine]

Late night whispers

✮⋆˙ Pairing: Randal x reader

✮⋆˙ CW: None

A/n: As always, this isn’t proof read. This came to me in a dream, also I think this is the longest oneshot I’ve written yet and also the only one that took me several days.

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Randal never had many friends. Other than the ones in his dream world and Sebastian, friends have never really been a thing he’s known when he did have them, they didn’t last long, so when he met you, everything changed. You clicked instantly. You were able to keep up with him and not only that, you were as weird, maybe even weirder than him.

Randal felt seen when he was with you, he felt heard. He loved it. He loved you. It took a while for him to finally realize. After a sleepover one night, he came to that conclusion. He truly loved you. Tonight was much like that night he realized. Randal, Sebastian and you were in Randal’s room. Sebastian was already asleep in his coffin, leaving you and Randal alone. The house was quiet. It was just you two.

“Randal, it’s your turn.” Your melodious voice snapped him out of staring at you. He couldn't help it. “Hehe, I knew that.” Randal slaps down a red 5 card, looking up, he meets your eyes. “Your turn.” While you shuffle through your cards, he takes the time to admire you. This was so out of character for him. Randal even knew, but he couldn’t help it.

“You’re staring again. Maybe we should head to bed, it is pretty late.” Randal’s eyes widen, he got caught. “What? No! It’s okay! I’m perfectly awake, see!” He leans over to you and opens his eyes real wide. “See I’m awake! I swear!!” You giggle and lean back on your hands, you tilt your head and squint your eyes playfully, Randal loved it when you did that. “Randal, if you keep being loud you’re gonna wake your brother.”

“Ahh, you’re right.” Randal sits back on his haunches. He didn’t want to wake Luther, he would just make him go to bed which would mean he would be able to see you less. He didn’t want that. You yawn, closing your eyes tight and covering your mouth with a hand. You set your cards down. “I think I’m done for the night, I’m getting pretty tired.” Randal’s head snapped towards you. “Y-you are?? But the night is still young! We still have more games to play!!” He whines. “Randy, we don’t have to play every game tonight. We can play them another time, yeah?”

Randy… That’s new. It’s like all the wires in Randle’s brain suddenly fry and he completely shuts down. Randy, Randy, Randy, Randy. He can’t stop repeating it. By the time he comes to you’re already getting settled in the air mattress that Luther so graciously bought for you. You were getting ready to settle down but before you can Randal speaks up, his voice soft, softer than you’ve ever heard it before. “Can I… Can we talk some more??”

You look at him, your eyes are full of sleep but also fondness. “Sure.” Your voice barely a whisper, you pat the place next to you on your mattress and scoot over to make room for him. Randal quickly crawls over and gets settled on his side facing you. You both stare at each other for a while and eventually, you break the silence.

“Y'know, I’m really glad I met you, Randal. You’re probably the only best friend I ever had.” Your voice was soft, and your gaze fell on the pillow that was hosting both yours and his head. “Kekeke, really?” He chuckles softly, the mood has been dimmed down into something soft, the creaking of the house settling and the soft muffled snores of Sebastian making you both tired. “Yeah, really.” “I’m glad I met you too.” You smile at that. Randal loved your smile.

Neither of you is quite sure how much longer you two whisper back and forth, but by the time Randal is done whispering about his latest record in a video game he was playing recently, you were knocked out. Randal’s voice trails off as he admires your snoozing form. A peaceful smile graces his face. Hesitating for a moment, he leans in and places a small kiss on your forehead. As he leans back, he feels his eyes grow heavy.

By the time morning arrives, Luther comes in to find Randal and You cuddled together, both deep in sleep.

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[lilimaginebean]

five days — 五日

synopsis: In which Kaiser fell in love with his tattoo artist, or in which Kaiser has only five appointments to convince you to go on a date with him.

note: hi :)

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🥀 Day 5

"Well, at least I'm still alive, right?" you said, trying to comfort Kaiser, who was sitting next to you with the saddest aura ever.

The nurse finally came in, stared at you in confusion, and approached both of you.

"Again? In the emergency room?" she asked, you could do nothing but nod, "What now?"

"Allergic reaction. So crazy, who would have thought I could be allergic to a particular dried fruit that is only grown in one village in Greece? Right?" you said, trying to sound funny, but the sore throat made it sound more painful than anything else.

"OK, come with me, again," the nurse said as she took you to another room, giving Kaiser a dirty look.

How did this happen anyway?

After the last tattoo session, you finished one of your best masterpieces. The tattoo ended up being pretty amazing, and you weren't the only one who thought so, Kaiser couldn't stop complimenting you and your tattoo. Of course, that piece of art wasn't your only happiness, as you and Kaiser finally got to go on a date.

However, before the date began, Kaiser once again asked your uncle for permission to take you out. Maybe this time it was because he was no longer a customer, or because your uncle felt empathy for Kaiser, or maybe because of the expensive watch Kaiser had bought for your uncle; but he accepted. You both fled before your uncle could change his mind.

The two of you could finally be together. No exams, no work, just the two of you. What you didn't expect was that everything would go wrong.

First of all, the really luxurious limousine that Kaiser had hired broke down. That wasn't too bad, as Kaiser had only hired it to get to the place he wanted earlier. Finally, they arrived at the first place of the date, which was a really nice picnic with some of their favourite books. It would have been great if it hadn't started raining. At least you two were able to save the books.

But it didn't stop there. He took you to the next stop, which was ice skating. Unfortunately, when you got there and were teaching Kaiser how to do it, some hyperactive kid went too fast and hit you, causing you to hit your head on the ice. So basically you were knocked out for a few seconds, and that ended with you going to the emergency room to make sure you were okay without any side effects. Luckily, it wasn't anything serious, so they let you go and kept the date.

The cherry on top? For dinner, Kaiser took you to the most expensive restaurant you've ever been to. Everything was going well until you found out that you were somehow allergic to one of the weirdest things the chef used. So you were checked twice in less than 3 hours to see if you were physiologically OK.

When your second check routine was over without a hitch, you returned to the waiting room and approached Kaiser. He was slumped in his chair, but fortunately his cap hid his frustration.

"Shall we go?" you asked him in a gentle tone.

He got up, took your hand and left. The two of you walked in silence to your apartment, you didn't know what to say to make him feel better and he was too mad to even talk. Once outside of your home, you stared at Kaiser, who had a sad expression on his face, and suddenly his stomach growled and demanded food.

"Just kill me," Kaiser admitted, feeling defeated by everything.

You chuckled.

"Come with me, I'll see what you can eat," you opened the door of the building where your apartment was and followed you inside.

Once inside your small but cosy apartment, you made him sit down in the living room and went into the kitchen. A few minutes later you returned with a plate of veggie sandwiches. You sat down next to him.

"Don't be sad, I really had fun with everything you planned," you said, comforting him.

He just picked up the sandwich, took a bite and stared at you.

"It's not that bad." Kaiser admitted, "Your lame veggie sandwich, I mean, the date went horribly. I really expected the date to end differently, not with me eating this."

You approached him.

"Hey the date hasn't ended yet, we can still turn it into something wonderful" you said confidently.

Kaiser stared at you curiously, wondering what you could do to turn this awful moment into at least a decent one. You stroked his hair, leaned over and gave him a soft kiss on the forehead, then on the cheek and finally on the lips.

"Better?" you asked him, raising an eyebrow.

He left the sandwich on the plate and gave you all his attention.

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this," Kaiser confessed in an enthusiastic tone, as if he were a fan who had just met his idol, "But… I bet you can do better, Liebling," he said in a cocky tone.

"Trust me, I can" you answered in the same tone

"Prove it."

[vanilladiorr]

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬, 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐲 - Lamine Yamal

Summary: He finally confesses to his first love, on her birthday Pairing: Lamine Yamal x FEM!reader Warning/s: None A/n: Sorry for leaving you all for this long, now im back!! ;)

Lamine took a deep breath as he rang the doorbell of your house, and soon, the door opened revealing your mother.

"Hola tía, donde está y/n?" Lamine asked nervously, today he looked really nervous. Your mother smiled and said "Hola lamine, oh y/n she's in her room"

Lamine nodded as your mother invited him inside. It was your birthday, and he was unusually nervous today, as if he was going to do something that you may potentially like or dislike. Only time will tell…

He walked up to your room, and knocked on the door twice. When you opened it, he was greeted by a cheerful smile as you said, “Hola, Lamine.”

Lamine's face was flushed as he spoke, the words "Hola, y/n. Y… um… ¡Feliz cumpleaños, amiga!" (Happy birthday y/n!) escaping his lips. To him, you looked absolutely beautiful on this day.

"Thank you!" you replied. Lamine grabbed your wrist gently, his voice betraying a hint of nervousness as he spoke. "Hey, I want to take you somewhere…" he said, anxiously awaiting your response.

"Sure thing! But where are we going?" you questioned, curious. "I know a spot, just follow me..." Lamine responded, gently holding on to your wrist and gently guiding you out of the house.

Lamine led you to a sunny location, its energy and atmosphere feeling almost cheerful. The place resembled a yard, lush and filled with natural beauty. The sunlight shone brightly, illuminating the surroundings and creating a warm and vibrant ambiance.

Lamine patted the spot beside him, signaling you to sit down.

"Y/n, I have something for you," he said anxiously, his heart pounding as he waited for your reaction.

"Yeah?" you replied, your curiosity piqued by his statement.

Lamine reached into his pocket, his hand emerging with a small box clutched within it. Your eyes widening with anticipation, your curiosity growing stronger with each passing moment.

Lamine lifted the lid of the box to reveal a beautifully crafted necklace, its intricate details glimmering in the sunlight. A gasp escaped your lips as you took in the sight of it, your voice filled with awe.

"Oh my god, this is so pretty…" you said, your eyes fixed on the necklace, captivated by its beauty.

Lamine's smile widened as he spoke, "It's just a little gift from me," he murmured. Slowly, he took the necklace out of the box and moved his hand to your neck, gently placing the jewelry around it. His fingers brushed softly against your skin as he moved your hair away from your shoulder, his touch leaving a trail of electricity that tingled through your body.

As the necklace settled on your neck, Lamine's hand lingering on your skin for a moment longer than necessary, the air charged with an undeniable tension. You were so close together, the distance between you shrinking to almost nothing. The romantic atmosphere enveloped you both, heightening your senses and stirring something deep inside you.

As Lamine finally pulled back, distance once again separating the two of you, you looked up at him and smiled. "Thank you, Lamine," you said, your voice filled with happiness and gratitude. "I'm so happy."

Lamine met your gaze, his eyes meeting yours as he tried to suppress the swirling emotions inside of him. Seeing your smile only made his heart beat faster. He nodded, his own smile faltering slightly as he spoke. "You're welcome," he repeated. "I'm glad you like the necklace."

The conversation was lighthearted, but there was a hint of unease in Lamine's eyes. He fidgeted nervously as he spoke, his heart pounding, each beat like a booming sound in the silent surroundings.

"There's something I've wanted to tell you for so long," Lamine confessed, his voice trembling slightly. "I don't know if it will ruin your day or not, but I can't keep it in any longer, and I think now is the perfect time…then never"

Lamine's heart felt like it was about to burst out of his chest as he finally voiced the words he had been holding back for so long. His hands fidgeted nervously on his lap, his eyes fixed on you as he spoke.

"For the past two years, I've been developing feelings for you that go beyond just being friends," he confessed, his voice trembling with a mixture of fear and anticipation. "I… I have more than friendly feelings for you…"

Although you knew exactly what Lamine meant, you decided to play dumb, "What do you mean??"

Lamine's shoulders slumped a bit, his heart sinking as he realized you were pretending not to understand his confession. But he had come too far to back out now, so he swallowed his nerves and said, his voice slightly shaky,

"I really like you."

The words hung in the air, his vulnerability and sincerity clearly showing on his face.

Lamine watched your reaction, confusion etched on his face as you muttered a small "oh" while looking at the flowers. He waited for a moment, then took a deep breath and decided to continue, his determination growing stronger.

"I've really liked you… for a long time," he said, his voice filled with earnestness. "It's not just a passing crush or a fleeting attraction. It's real, and it's intense."

Lamine's heart skipped a beat at your quiet response. "It's okay" you said, your voice barely audible. His mind raced with fear, wondering if you were going to reject him. The silence hung between the two of you like a taut rope, each moment of uncertainty stretching like an eternity.

"Do... do you... by any chance... like me?" he repeated, his words filled with a mixture of hope and trepidation.

"No, Lamine, it's not the case. Sorry," you said quietly, your voice soft but firm. Lamine's world seemed to come crashing down as he heard your confession, each beat of his heart breaking further with the realization that his feelings were not reciprocated.

Lamine's voice was barely audible as he responded with a simple "oh." Pain, hurt, and a myriad of other emotions washed over him like an ocean wave, leaving him feeling vulnerable and raw. His body remained motionless, as if frozen in time, as he tried to process the reality of your rejection..

As you slowly wrapped your arms around him and patted his back, Lamine's body stiffened for a moment, the unexpected gesture catching him off guard. He felt a rush of emotions as he felt your touch, the hurt and pain still raw in his heart. But then, almost instinctively, he leaned into your embrace, his body seeking comfort and solace...

Your quiet murmur, "but I love you," echoed in Lamine's ears, the words hitting him like a shockwave. For a moment, he didn't dare to believe what he had just heard, his mind trying to process your confession..

"What??" he repeated, his voice betraying his confusion. "Did I hear you right? You...you love me?"

You nodded, maintaining eye contact with Lamine as a smile graced your lips. He was left in utter disbelief, his brain struggling to catch up with the sudden shift in events. His heart pounded against his chest, his mind racing as he tried to grasp the reality of the situation.

You gently pressed your forehead against his and closed your eyes, a hint of playfulness in your voice. Your words, "yes, I love you idiot, more than you could imagine…" sunk into Lamine's ears, making his heart flutter with a mixture of relief and joy. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he closed his eyes, letting your admission wash over him like a soothing wave.

Lamine's voice was filled with affectionate frustration as he spoke, "You little menace, I was about to jump into depression," he teased, gently pinching your nose between his fingers. A mixture of relief and playfulness filled his tone.

Lamine placed his hands on your cheeks and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

"I'm not your toy to play with," he said jokingly.

"But I can buy our future kids toys, that's for sure."

You laughed and teased, "That was so lame, Lamine. Come up with something better next time."

Lamine responded with a mock pout, his voice filled with feigned hurt, "Heyyy! I know it was lame, but did you have to point it out? I was trying my best."

Despite his humorous protest, a laugh escaped his lips, a genuine smile on his face as you enveloped him in a warm hug..

In a swift moment, Lamine seized the opportunity to steal a quick peck on your lips, catching you off guard. "Heyyy!" you exclaimed, a deep blush spreading across your cheeks, as he laughed at your flustered reaction.

"Was that lame too?" He asked in a teasing tone, "Dfy not" You said..

[krisdreaming]

Baby Fever

Pairing: Miya Atsumu x f!reader

WC: 1.2k

Summary: Osamu and his wife just had a baby. Now Atsumu sees them everywhere.

A/N: This kind of took a very different direction than I was originally planning and tbh, I kinda hate it now, but I spent over two hours writing it, so I'm gonna roll with it anyway. Maybe when I re-read it in the morning, I'll hate it less 😅

There's a term for it. Atsumu isn't sure what it is, but he knows that as soon as you're exposed to something new, you start noticing it around you more and more. That must be why, ever since Osamu's son was born, he's been seeing babies everywhere. They're at the grocery store. They're at the park. Suddenly, half of his teammates have been expanding their families like it's some kind of competition.

Suffice to say, Atsumu has seen more than his share of babies over the past few weeks. Sure, they're cute, or whatever. When a baby smiles at you, you can't help but smile back. When they grab onto your finger, you let them hold it for as long as they want. When they engage you in a staring contest across the grocery store aisle, you only put up a little bit of a fight before giving them the satisfaction of winning, flashing a sheepish smile at their mom or dad as you turn the corner.

The sight of the little monsters has started to trigger a strange twinge in Atsumu's middle, which he chalks up to the fact that he's an uncle now. There's a brand new member of his family, and he's really happy for Osamu and his wife. Seeing the babies everywhere reminds him of that. That's all it is.

See, the two of you had talked about this. You aren't ready for kids right now. He's in the prime of his volleyball career, and you love your job. You're both happy as just the two of you, spending your free time together doing the things you enjoy and getting a full eight hours of sleep each night. Having a baby would change everything. Your last discussion on the topic, right after Osamu and his wife had shared their pregnancy with the two of you, had ended on that exact note. He's pretty confident that's still how you feel. He's relatively confident that's still how he feels, too.

Of course, the longer it goes on, the harder it is to explain away. He watches Osamu doting on his son, snuggling him close and kissing his cheeks and smiling bigger than Atsumu's ever seen before. He knows his brother is tired, but he doesn't seem to care. He watches the way he looks at his wife, and the way both of them look at their son, and it softens something inside him. He sees you cradling your nephew close, cooing down at him with a soft smile, and his heart turns over in his chest.

Finally, one day, he comes to Osamu with a question.

"What's it like?" Osamu is wiping down the counter at Onigiri Miya, clearly trying to disguise his surprise and mild consternation at seeing his brother show up out of the blue, five minutes before closing time.

"What's what like?" He grunts, scrubbing at a ground-in glob of rice.

"Y'know," Atsumu gestures vaguely, "Being a dad."

"Ah," Osamu hums, grasping that quickly what this is all about. "It's incredible. I mean, don't get me wrong," He chuckles, "It ain't easy. It's way worse than whatever ya try to imagine based off a' everybody's helpful advice," He lifts his hands in air quotes. "But somehow, it's also worth it, in a way ya never could've imagined it would be. The way ya feel every time ya look at 'em - ya can't even put it into words."

Atsumu isn't sure how he's supposed to respond to that, so he just nods. Osamu smiles, looking him up and down with a too-critical eye. "Any special reason yer asking?"

"No," Atsumu says with a quick shake of his head, "Just curious, 's all."

Osamu nods, not saying another word, but the smirk on his face is more than enough to make Atsumu want to knock it clean off. Osamu's answer is exactly what he'd been afraid of.

It comes to a head one sunny Saturday afternoon when the two of you meet up with Osamu and his wife and son to visit a festival. The afternoon is starting to wind down when Osamu unceremoniously dumps the baby into Atsumu's arms. "Hey, mind watching him while we go to the bathroom quick?"

"Ah, sure," Atsumu says to his brother's already-retreating back. You poke at the baby's irresistibly pudgy cheeks, giggling along with him when your attentions illicit a bout of laughter.

"Oh my, what a sweetheart!" The elderly woman seems to appear out of nowhere, something Osamu is constantly describing but which Atsumu hasn't experienced until this moment. "Such a happy baby," She grins. "How old is he?" She looks expectantly at you, and after you gather your wits, you answer her.

The woman nods knowingly, as if she'd predicted as much. "Are you having a fun day with Mommy and Daddy?" She asks next in a goofy voice, completely oblivious to the way Atsumu chokes on the breath he'd just been inhaling and you shoot him a wide-eyed glance.

"Ah, well, actually-" You stammer out, at the same time Atsumu blurts, "We're not his parents."

"I see," She says good-naturedly, "Well even so, he looks very happy with you." With that, she goes on her merry way, and you and Atsumu share a bewildered look. Osamu and his wife return from the bathroom, and neither of you mentions the awkward encounter. It doesn't come up until later that evening, when the two of you are lying in bed.

"That was really somethin' today, huh?" Atsumu asks, trying to ignore the fact that his stomach is suddenly in knots.

"The old lady?" You chuckle weakly. "Yeah, 'Samu's right, they really don't have any shame, do they?"

"Yeah," Atsumu says, then takes a deep breath. "Do ya think, maybe, it's time to have that conversation again?"

You're silent for a few moments, and he can't quite place the emotions that cross your face. He doesn't have to explain which conversation he means.

"Maybe," You finally agree in a low voice. "Are you saying that your decision might be different this time?" It could be his imagination, but Atsumu almost thinks that you look hopeful.

"Maybe," He says carefully. "Would yours?"

"Maybe," You echo him, but there's a smile playing at the corners of your mouth.

"There would be a lot of changes," He says softly, fingertips tracing aimless shapes up and down your arm.

"Maybe we're ready for those changes," You murmur back, catching his hand in yours and letting him twine your fingers together.

He brings your hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to the back of it. "As long as I've got you, I think I might be."

"Me too," You say, leaning in slightly to nudge the tip of your nose against his. When he kisses you, he hopes the pressure of his lips can convey even the things he can't put into words. He can't imagine living this life with anyone else.

[strawberry-hachi]

Thinking about possessive Chigiri. Anyone would get scarily protective if they lost their dream. He lost his career and his passion over a simple injury. People avoided him because of how closed off he got and he refused to let others get near.

When you saw him again after his injury he didn't look at you once. Only giving you one word answers and nods. You understood how much it destroyed him but it was still hard to see the effects.

But then he started avoiding everybody. Holding himself up in his room and attempting to rot into the earth. Oftentimes his sister would end up calling you in tears because of his refusal to take care of himself.

So it's no wonder you began heading over to their house more to try and help him. It was still Chigiri. The boy that you had found yourself enamored with even before he got crazy good at football.

Albeit, it was not easy taking care of him with his mood swings and injury. Often you and him found yourselves frustrated with each other because of that lack of communication and progress. Regardless, you two worked through it because what was the point of a relationship if you couldn't help each other when you needed each other?

It was around the time he finally started healing, his stitches finally disappearing and finally going from a wheelchair to crutches did you begin seeing that change. How he would follow you everywhere if you were together, always close to you. How he would begin messaging and calling you if you disappeared on him or were talking with someone else (and while this did annoy you, you found it oddly adorable). He even began messaging you at all hours of the day even if he had nothing to say.

You weren't one to reject such affection and took it in stride but you'd be lying if you said it didn't worry you on his sudden switch up. Perhaps it's because he finally has energy to put into his relationship now but that thought only puts a pit in your stomach. Because what if he finds something else? You aren't willing to stay if you were only a replacement for something.

However what you learned right before he went off to Blue Lock was in fact the complete opposite. That only after he got injured did he realize how much he genuinely cared for you. Couldn't stop thinking about you. How he would sit with his phone in his hand wanting to call you even though he could barely move a muscle.

How more often than not he found himself dreaming of you. Wanting you. Waking up in a cold sweat upon realizing you weren't there. How as the days grew longer the more he realized that he needed you next to him always.

His injury most certainly messed him up but it also made him realize many things about himself that he wouldn't give up for the world.

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"Where are you going?"

You glance back at him, "Groceries, remember? I'm still helping your mom and sister, idiot," You stick your tongue out at him, getting another blanket to put under his leg as he sits on the couch.

His once neutral face turns into a small frown as he sets his head down upon the couch. He sighs, briefly fluttering his eyes and you immediately can tell he's doing it on purpose. Prick.

"Do you need an ice pack?" You chuckle as he crosses his arms and blows a piece of hair out of his face.

He rolls his eyes, "I'm not a baby."

"you're kind of acting like one right now," You raise your eyebrows as he immediately turns to you.

He groans, "You've gotten so much bolder since you've had to take care of me."

You smile, "No, you just never noticed."

He opens his mouth to say something but quickly shuts it again. His brows furrow and his fists tighten.

"Sorry," you smile, "Anyways, do you want an ice pack?"

"No, I want you," He says lowly, almost coming out as a growl.

You blink, "I'm right here, aren't I?"

He extends his arms, "How much clearer do I have to get, idiot?"

You let out a little chortle as you set down the blanket, walking over to him as he quickly goes to knock you down over him.

You squeak as you fall atop of him, his arms going to wrap around you like a vice as his head goes into your neck and nuzzles.

"Are you trying to hurt your knee again," you say incredulously, "Don't knock me over like that," You laugh as you thread your fingers through his hair. It's softer than you last remember.

He hums into your neck as his hold tightens around you. You slowly relax into his hold as you realize he doesn't plan on releasing you anytime soon.

"You okay?" You ask quietly, your voice barely above a whisper as your breath brushes against his ear. You feel him shiver against you and it makes your heart swell.

"Yeah," he glances up at you with a heavy expression and your face flushes.

This idiot.

[kaleldobrev]

You Make Me Happy

Pairing: Dean Winchester/Fem!Reader

Summary: With you doing what he believes to be an incredibly reckless thing on a hunt, Dean finally realizes how much you really mean to him

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Cursing (2x), Mutual Pining, Slightly angry Dean

Authors Note: Dean just really loves Y/N and wants them to be safe | This came out longer than I expected it to be | If you liked this, don’t forget to like & reblog. I really appreciate it! Feedback is always welcome ♡

“Dean, I really, really am sorry okay? I don’t know what else you want me to say. I saw a chance and I took it.” Your heart was racing to the point that you wouldn’t have been surprised if it just busted out of your chest. You dropped your duffel bag with a quiet thud at your feet.

Dean turned to you, dropping his duffel bag onto the floor of the Bunker; the sound of the drop slightly echoing unlike yours. When he looked at you, his face was hard, and his jaw was clenched. Although he had the most beautiful green eyes that you have ever seen, despite everything that he has gone through, there was always some kind of light behind them. But in this moment, there was no light behind them – they were dark, ice cold, and his stare was like a sharp knife piercing into your skin. “Sorry? That’s it?” His voice was harsh and sounded just as cold as his stare.

You had seen him mad plenty of times before, this life would do that to you, but this was the first time that you had ever seen him mad at you. Him being mad at you was something that you’d hoped that you never have to experience; because the last thing you wanted was to have Dean Winchester upset with you. “Sorry isn’t going to cut it this time Sweetheart,” he continued. “You did something reckless and almost got yourself killed.”

“Oh, like you’ve never done anything reckless in your life Dean.” The minute you said those words out loud, you knew in your gut that you were in trouble. Dean stepped closer to you, not breaking the cold stare that he had on you. The tension in the room was so thick that you could probably cut it with a knife.

“I may be reckless, but I’m not stupid. What you did…that…that was stupid.” What you had done, you didn’t think it was reckless or stupid; you thought that it was pretty smart considering the circumstances.

The two of you had just gotten back from clearing a vamp’s nest a state over, and it was considered to be a relatively small one – only about three in the nest compared to the usual five plus. With Sam out of commission for the moment – who knew the common flu could make someone like Sam be bed ridden for days – you offered to go along with Dean. At first, Dean didn’t want you to come along because you really weren’t that experienced with vampires. You had taken one out a few years ago, but that was all there was – only one vamp one time; and this was going to be at least three, maybe more. You had reassured Dean that you were not a child and have been hunting for over a decade; something that he sometimes forgets from time to time. While in the warehouse where they were stationed, Dean got cornered by one of the vamps who had knocked his machete from his hand. You were on the top floor and there was a long chain next to you. You eyed the chain and grabbed onto it, your machete in the other hand and swung over and chopped the vamps head off, thus saving Dean. When you touched down, you thought how cool it was, but Dean on the other hand thought it was reckless of you to do something like that. The whole car ride back to the Bunker there were no words exchanged between the two of you unlike the usual banter you had; it was just the sounds of AC/DC.

“Dean, if I didn’t do my little swing and a hit trick back there with that vamp, you would have been dead.” He was closer to you now and all you could do was start backing up; Dean was starting to scare you a bit.

“And if that chain didn’t hold you? Newsflash, you would have been dead too Sweetheart.” There was so much anger building up inside of him. A part of him was grateful for what you did, another part was impressed that you were able to pull off something like that, but the strongest part of him was angry that you risked your life like that, not fully knowing if your little plan was going to work or not. “I’m fucking awesome! Did you see that?” You said to him, the biggest smile plastered on your face. Truthfully, when he saw you do that, he had wanted to kiss you in that moment and tell you how awesome it really looked; how superhero like it looked. But all that came out was, “What the fuck was that?” The second he said those words, your once huge smile dropped.

“I’m gonna go to my room.” You made your way around Dean. “You…you should go shower…cool off.” You suggested.

It had been a few hours since you and Dean had that weird confrontation. Dean had taken a shower like you had suggested he do in order to cool off and was now sitting on the floor of his bedroom with a beer in one hand looking through photos of the two of you. As he drank, he stopped on a particular picture; it happened to be one of his favorites and he honestly had no idea why. The two of you weren’t doing anything particularly special; it was just some random picture that Jack had taken of the two of you about a few months back. For Jack’s birthday this year, you had bought them a polaroid camera because you had wanted to teach Jack about making memories. “Sometimes humans like to take pictures when they want to remember a moment, or a particular person forever.” You had told them. The photo that Jack had taken of the two of you were of you guys sitting next to each other in the War Room, each of you with an open book in front of you on the table with Dean looking at you with the biggest smile on his face. For some reason, this was the moment that Jack had wanted to capture, and Dean had no idea why so he had asked Jack. “You looked happy. It’s like what Y/N said. Humans take pictures when they want to remember a moment or person forever. This moment was happy, and I want us to remember that.” Is how Jack responded to the question.

Dean couldn’t help but smile at the picture. “I really do look happy.” He said aloud to himself. He took a sip of his beer and moved onto the next picture. This one he knew was your favorite. In this picture of the two of you that Jack had taken, you were sitting in front of Baby. Dean was in the driver’s seat like normal with his hands on the steering wheel, while you were in the passenger seat giving him the biggest smile with one of your hands resting on his thigh. Dean had remembered that day clearly – not fully knowing why – but you and him were going to run errands in town. It was supposed to be just the two of you, and for some reason Dean was excited that it was just going to be the two of you. But you had asked Jack if they wanted to come along so they could get more experience being around people. Jack of course said yes and insisted that they bring their polaroid camera. At some point during the drive to town, your hand had found his thigh and you had given it a small pat. Dean asked Jack a few days later after seeing the picture and asked why Jack had taken it. “Y/N looked really happy. I like seeing her happy; like how I like seeing you, Cas, and Sam happy.”

“You looked happy…Y/N looked really happy.” Jack’s words echoed in Dean’s mind. “You really do look happy Sweetheart. God knows why.” Dean commented placing the photo back into the small wooden box he kept underneath his bed. “Humans take pictures when they want to remember a moment or person forever.” Yet another sentence of Jack’s that echoed in the back of his mind. These sentences, looking at these pictures of the two of you, getting unnecessarily angry after the hunt, looking forward to spending alone time with you – it was all starting to click into place for him. These pictures of the two of you and the memories that he had of you were the only things that he would have left to remember you by if you had died on this hunt. He would have lost someone that truly made him happy, and that scared him; the thought of losing you.

You were lying in bed watching TV, still slightly wet from the shower you had just taken. You were under the blankets and wearing one of Dean’s faded Motörhead t-shirts that he had given you because it no longer fit him. He was originally going to throw it out, but you had convinced him to give it to you because, “It still has some life left in it.” In which he replied, “Knock yourself out Sweetheart.”

There was a light knocking at your door. “Who is it?” You asked.

“It’s me.” Dean replied. Dean was the last person you wanted to talk to right now, still slightly upset about the way he had talked to you a few hours earlier.

“Who’s me?” You asked, full well knowing that it was Dean – you recognized his voice, and his footsteps from a mile away. “I don’t know who me is.”

You heard Dean sigh from the other side of the door. “Dean.”

“Come in.” You said shutting off your TV; you had a feeling that he had wanted to talk.

Dean opened your door slowly. “Can we…Can we talk?” He stepped into your room and shut the door behind him.

“Are you going to get mad at me again?” Your question made him sigh.

“No. I’m…I came to apologize. You…you didn’t do anything wrong.” You raised an eyebrow at his weird attempt at an apology.

“You said I was reckless, that what I did was stupid.” You were confused. He was so angry just several hours earlier, not taking your apology but here he was attempting to apologize to you.

“Honestly…the way you swung on that chain and chopped his head off, it was…it was awesome.” He walked toward your bed and sat down on the edge of it. “I know you were only trying to save me. And…you did. Because, truthfully, I’d be as dead as a doornail if it weren’t for your quick thinking back there.”

“So, you’re not…mad?” You questioned.

“No, not anymore. I uh, I shouldn’t have gotten as mad as I did, and truthfully, I shouldn’t have gotten mad at all. But I realized why I was so angry before. I wasn’t angry at you. I was…” He looked you in the eyes; his eyes were no longer full of that darkness and coldness that was there a few hours earlier. “I was mad because I didn’t like the possibility of losing you.” To some, this admission may have seemed like it came out of nowhere, but not for you. For some time you knew how the older Winchester brother had felt about you; but you weren’t completely sure if it was in a platonic or romantic way. But the way he had said it, you knew that the feeling wasn’t platonic – it was romantic in nature.

“Dean.” You inched yourself toward him and placed a hand on his thigh. “You’re not going to lose me, I promise.”

“Don’t make promises you may not be able to keep Y/N.” He was afraid, and you could hear his voice was slightly breaking. “I’ve lost too many people that promised me that they were going to come back that didn’t.” You knew about some of the people that he was referring to, but not all of them. Some of the people that he had just hinted at were some of the same ones that you had lost.

“Okay.” Was all you could say at first, knowing that Dean was right. There was no way you could in fact keep that promise; especially being in this life. “But I know…I know there’s one promise that I can keep.” You stated. You removed yourself from underneath the blankets and adjusted yourself to sitting on your knees, placing your hands on his shoulders.

“What’s that Sweetheart?” Dean asked.

“I can promise you that, as long as I live, I’ll always be in your corner no matter what. As a friend, family…” you were unsure if you should say the next couple of words but decided to say them, probably against your better judgement. “Romantic partner…I’ll be there, even if you think I’m not, I will be.”

“Romantic partner uh?” He asked amused, placing his hands on your hips. If someone walked in right now, they would have never guessed that you and Dean had an argument only hours earlier, and just had a somewhat emotional conversation not even a minute ago. “You make it sound so…business like.” A strand of hair fell in front of your face just then, but before you could do anything about it, Dean was already on top of it, tucking the strand behind your ear. Without any kind of hesitation, he leaned in, and so did you; your lips capturing each other’s.

The kiss went on longer than either of you probably expected; and it was the type of kiss that you weirdly weren’t expecting from someone like Dean. It wasn’t rough or lustful; it was gentle and slightly needy. You were the one that broke the kiss between the two of you – something that you thought wouldn’t happen. You looked at him for a moment, slightly brushing his cheek with your thumb. “Does this make us romantic partners now?” You half joked.

“You tell me Sweetheart. It can be anything you want it to be.” He responded.

“Romantic business partners it is.” You stated, leaning in again to kiss him. He was happy for you to of said yes, even if it was in your own weird way.