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park jimin fic rec list (Ⅲ)

woah it really has been a long time since i posted but i am so glad to be back and to get back into reading i saw so many of my favourite authors have updated and i am beyond excited to start this journey again but in the mean time here's jimin rec list as promised it was so exciting finishing this list cause i got so nostalgic making it and reading all the old fics i had on my reading list ughhh i just loved it so much and it got me back into the swing of things and i cant wait to make more lists, i do have another jjk list ready and i will post it the day after tomorrow so i hope you enjoy this one and don't forget to show all the love and support in the world to these amazing authors they work so hard to create these fics for us and they deserve endless praise and love for the commitment and generosity they have so please do leave them a comment, heart or reblog a small comment can go a long way here and can make someone smile even bigger so dont don't shy away from making someone happy... as usual you guys know this fics i recommend contain smut so minors don't interact you will be blocked... i really do love hearing from you guys so if you do have a little fic you are super into right now and you just want to rant about how amazing it is feel free to send me an ask 😊🖤

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plot twist by @xpeachesncream f s a

↳ jimin isn’t interested in fake dating, but he’s definitely interested in getting to know someone the right way. after all, he feels like he’s ready to put himself out there and give it all he’s got. so, he takes a risk in trying something completely out of his comfort zone and hops on the new, popular dating app - only to come across and get to know someone he didn’t expect to meet.

a remedy for mondays by @dovechim s

↳ all you wanted was just one day off work. but for that to happen, you need to invent a plausible reason. and then somehow, somewhere along the way, things get out of hand, and now people think you’re having a baby with your co-worker Park Jimin after a one-night stand. confused? join the club.

it’s okay, that’s love by @/dovechim f s a deals with deep subjects

↳ People are constantly making some kind of connection with each other- be it friendship or romance. But human bonds always lead to messy complications; commitment, sharing, driving people to the airport, letting them get up close and personal with the darkest parts of ourselves. And sure- it’s scary as hell to watch them cross those boundaries you’ve so meticulously drawn, but it’s okay, because that’s love.

so it goes by @/dovechim f s

↳ Park Jimin knows a lot about humans. of course he does, he studies them for a living. he knows that they say hello by holding hands, and when they say goodbye, they put their arms around each other. but this particular human, he notes, is unlike the rest- stuck in a slump, going about your day praying for the Universe to stage an intervention in the form of an alien abduction. when he decides to finally fulfil your wishes, he finds that you have a little something to teach him about what it means to live life on Earth the way you do: ugly crying, underwear and all. in return, he shows you the possibilities that abound if you simply adopted their mantra: everything is beautiful, and nothing hurts.

love again by @taestefully-in-luv f s a

↳ A friend of yours is eager to introduce you to her new man but what happens when Park Jimin, the man who broke your heart 5 years ago walks in through the door?

the other woman: the seduction and the illusion by @namjooningelsewhere f s a

↳ No one told you being the other woman would never be easy, No one told you that his love would be two sides to a same coin. No one told you he came to you because you were his escape to his demons. No one told you he would always call you his, but he would never be yours. And most importantly no one told you, He never loved you because you dont destroy the people you love.

FUTURE HEARTS by @jungblue f s a ft. jjk

↳ It was everything, from his tattoos, to his touches, to the way sweat rolled down his neck as he strummed into his guitar on stage; everything about him completely enthralled you. So why are you now, two and a half years later, on a train to Seoul, telling a complete stranger the recollection of how you became fated to forever have scars on all of your future hearts due to the happiness, but most of all the pain, that came along with falling in love with Jeon Jungkook.

after the applause by @foxymoxynoona

↳ Jimin doesn't know how he would have made it this far after the shattering of his world without the support of his thoughtful, generous, helpful neighbor. Hanbyul has lived next to hottie Jimin and his adorable daughter for years now, long enough to remember the wife he was so devoted to and lost far too young. With each safely ensconced on their side of the brick wall of the Parks' grief, it will take an enterprising little scientist to set the stage for a second chance at love.

saved by @to-star-lake s a

rockstar au deep subjects read warnings

midnight memories by @hobipaint f s a

↳ there's drunk habits, and then there's drunk mistakes. What do you call meeting your friend - no, ‘former friend’ - at a bar, getting drunk with him and sleeping- 'accidentally' - with him? especially when everyone already knows that you stay away from him as much as the day does from night?

Easy. You forget about it.

heartbreak chronicles by @sugaxjpg s

↳ Park Jimin had it all — good grades, a place as the soccer team’s captain and, more than that, the broken hearts of at least half the campus’ population. Though, one thing he did not have was someone willing to break his heart and, after you were dragged inside a miraculous plan to play that part, the last thing counted on was the preposterous idea that, perhaps, you could fall for him as well.

drifting by@hongcherry f a

↳ After being assigned different partners for your midterm routine, your and Jimin’s relationship starts to deteriorate when you both begin spending more time away from each other and with your assigned partners instead.

growing pains by @taleasnewastime f s a

↳ Growing up the daughter of the boss of a gang is never easy, but normally the problems are around being given too many responsibilities, or the risk of being connected to a gang leader, or wanting to escape but not being able to. But you’ve got a different problem, you want more responsibility, want to be like your brother who’s been named heir, want a role in the family gang. Your whole life you’ve been denied what you want, being born a female seemingly your main issue; perceived as weak, naïve, trying to step above your station. But as unsupportive and dismissive as your family is, there is always the bright light that is Jimin; the boy you love but can never have.

tuqburni by @solastia f s a ft.myg

↳ You’ve spent two years building a life with Yoongi who you loved more than anything in the world. Now, his ex-boyfriend Jimin is back in the picture, and Yoongi begs you not to make him choose between the two of you, offering the choice of a polyamorous relationship. Though your heart is shattered, you agree.

stardust by @venusjeon f a

↳ struck by your beauty, Jimin begs to paint you naked behind the world's back so as not to stain your influential family—his patrons—with scandal.

drift by @snackhobi f s

↳ You used to think that there was nothing better than the sensation of coming first place. However, your rival- the talented, gorgeous, dangerous Park Jimin- is more than happy to prove you wrong.

the deli diaries by @jimlingss f

↳ Working at a grocery store deli is absolutely unbearable (and you’re also perfectly aware of how dramatic you are). But it seems like something, or rather, someone might make the job a bit more manageable.

best of me by @xotoosweet f a

↳ when he tells the story of how he met you in a few years, he'll claim that it was meant to be. you'll laugh and call it a coincidence. it was a coincidence that on the first day of summer semester, he decided to go on a run (though he claimed he always ran in the mornings). it was a coincidence that he chose a less traveled path in the university arboretum that morning. and it was definitely a coincidence that you were there, sitting on the rail of the river bridge.

the ten days of ex-mas by @kpopfanfictrash f s a

↳ Three months following the worst break-up of your life, you finally feel ready to start moving on. The world, it seems, has other ideas when you pick up the phone and find your ex-boyfriend calling.

strip by @yoonia f s a

↳ Summary | Everything you have done has always been about surviving life and raising your child on your own. Having someone else caring about you was the last thing you had expected. Especially when that someone is the same man you have watched performing every night on stage and secretly admired. But will he run the moment he finds out about your little secret waiting at home?

falling by @/yoonia s a

↳ For Park Jimin, you are everything he will ever need—his assistant, his housekeeper, his task runner, his fairy godmother. For you, he is more than everything. You have dedicated your life for him and, before you even realised it, your heart belongs to him alone. The only problem is that he is never yours, and you are living in a world that your love for him is nothing more than a fairytale ending. As you are suddenly given a chance to wake up and face the real world, will you be ready to embrace it? Will he be ready to deal with the world without you in it?

wrapped around by @jjkfire ft. kth f s a

↳ Freshman year was a mess and sophomore year doesn’t seem to be looking too good either. You know boys like them are no good for you but maybe they’re just your kind of type

baby, baby by @hobiwonder f s a

↳ When you’ve run out of savings to continue on to the last semester of your Bachelors - you take an unorthodox route. Helping a desperate couple have a child and getting paid for it? Heck yeah. But what do you know - it wasn’t as easy as it sounds.

love at first touch by bagelswrites (ao3)

↳ The first time you meet your soulmate, it leaves a bruise on both of you at the point of contact. From then on, your body begins rejecting any sustenance other than the touch of your soulmate. The trick is, the bruises take a few hours to appear, so you have to figure out who you've touched and find them before you starve to death. But once you do, all you ever need is them. So what happens if you're an idol and you meet your soulmate at a fan event?

our little family by @nightbts f a

↳ you were living a simple life filled with simple dreams; combining your two most loved things in life, children and teaching, you were starting out your career as a teacher at the local pre-school. but little did you know, how one child and her very special father, would change your simple life into something extraordinary

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brand new eyes by @missgeniality s

↳ Jimin’s eyes had potential to ruin you, and tonight you test the damage.

waves by @shina913 s

↳ It's Valentine's Day and your boyfriend decides to spice things up with a little surprise for you.

failure to communicate by @gukslut s

↳ Enemies to Lovers/ College AU

physical by @ppersonna f s

↳ you cant seem to escape the sexy fitness instructor that seemingly is everywhere you turn. it’s enough to make you irrational.

good for you by @candlewaxandp0lar0ids s

↳ Jimin can’t help the way he drowns himself in you. Why should he anyway?

ho-ho-home by @jjungkookislife s a

↳ Golden neighbor extraordinaire, Park Jimin, is (unintentionally) stealing your spotlight this holiday season. Despite your one sided rivalry with him, all Jimin wants is for you to remember him, to remember your past and hopefully create a future with you.

100km/hour by @chateautae s

↳ what exactly happens when you and your friends have to pile into one car for the ride home after an insane halloween party, and you find yourself sitting in park jimin’s lap? especially when he’s dressed as an angel, and you’re in the sluttiest devil costume ever?

what it's like by @jimilter s

↳ You’ve always heard great tales about how good the infamous fuckboy on campus, Park Jimin, is in bed, and wondered if there could be any truth behind these claims when the guy looks like an angel with his cheruby cheeks and precious smiles. So when a new gossip starts to circulate about how ‘hard he hits’, you have had enough of the suspense and decide to finally sample him yourself.

feel your touch by @/jimilter f s a

↳ You have always known yourself to be a sexual switch in bed, flipping between exercising and submitting control according to different situations and partners. And this camboy you are addicted to, one that seems to kinda reciprocate your interest, submits so beautifully that you just want to command him. But when things progress to levels you never anticipated, you end up discovering pleasant surprises that might just change your life.

the prince’s cinderella syndrome by @/jimilter f s a ft jjk

↳ He shows up at Halloween, every year, dressed the same, and leaves at midnight like some Cinderella. You would think he was a prankster if his eyes didn't look like they contained all the sadness in the world. You don't know him - no one on campus does. You don't know why he appears only once a year. You don't know why he never smiles. But you can't help falling in love with him. Even if he breaks your heart when he abandons you at midnight, again.

scream your panties by @opaljm s a

↳ As your midterms have ended and Halloween has arrived, you are looking forward to a pleasant time relaxing and enjoying the festivities at your sorority and Jimin’s frat houses. Luck is not in your favor, though, because things keep going wrong like a trail of dominoes falling – the only upside to your slowly deteriorating day being that you get to end it with your boyfriend’s delicious self between your legs.

first snow, last kiss by @taeshobipop f s a

↳ He broke your heart four years ago; the old loving memories of your time together now tainted by pure betrayal. Yet in the haze of new snow, after returning home for the first time, the moments you had once convinced yourself were nothing but a lie, reveal themselves to be otherwise.

antifreeze by @winetae s

↳ Jimin participates in the school’s adaption of The Nutcracker for extra credit but doesn’t expect his new dance partner to a) be this bad at dancing and b) be this fucking cute

what she likes by @untaemedqueen f s

idol au husband au marriage au

only you by @personasintro f s a

↳ you’ve been always there for your best friend, even when he became a single dad

sucker by @/personasintro s a

↳ You wish you'd pay more attention to Jimin. Like, how his eyes kept changing color. How cold his skin was, too unrealistically to be natural. Or one second, he flashed you with his sharp canines and the next one he didn't have any. How much he craved for you, but not the way you thought he was.

please, lie to me by @ressjeon s a

↳ "centuries of loyalty vs. only months of fucking, how could you miscalculate?"

summer synchrony by @seokkgenie f s a

↳ childhood friends to lovers

neon seoul @readyplayerhobi f s a

↳ It the city of New Seoul, another homicide isn’t newsworthy but instead just a statistic. But when the son of the mayor is murdered in an alley in a shady part of the city? Then it’s important. You and your partner, Detective Park Jimin, are given the honour of investigating the crime. Will you find out who killed him? Or will you fail?

serendipity by @btsracket s a ao3

↳ It's serendipitous. Jimin braces for darkness but finds his light instead.

the boyfriend concept by @/kpopfanfictrash s

↳ Win a Date with a Porn Star! You saw the sign when you walked in, of course, but you had no idea your friend dropped your name into the raffle. Fast-forward to later that day, when you actually win. You are horrified, of course, with no intention of accepting and setting yourself up for embarrassment. But then you meet Jimin, and decide this might be worth a shot.

Lovely Demons by @/kpopfanfictrash s a

↳ As penance for a crime committed long, long ago, the Witch Council banished you to the feared Tholoss forest. Your sentence was one hundred thousand days of solitude – or death, whichever came first. Your only hope of salvation comes from the demon names routinely sent your way; creatures who escape the inner circles of Hell and pose a threat to the mortal realms. For each demon you kill, days are removed from your sentence. For years you’ve existed, biding your time, until one morning you receive a name which throws your entire world into chaos: the name of Park Jimin, High Prince of Hell himself.

blue blood by @joonbird s a

↳ “Prince Jimin was born with blue blood. His coronation is rapidly approaching, but there are two requirements he must fulfil before becoming a king. He must have the skills to fight in battle, and he must have a Queen with blood as blue as his. You, a member of the royal guard, are assigned to teach Jimin the ins and outs of combat. You are not scared of death, of blood, or of battle. What you are scared of however, is falling in love with Jimin, the one man your blood decrees you can never have.”

i want to be with you by @oddinary4bts f s a

↳ moving to Seoul has always seemed like a good idea, until the bubble bursts when you realize your new neighbor is Park Jimin, and he's not the sweet angel you've always imagined him to be. Will the reality of Park Jimin forever be a nightmare, or will he turn into a sweet dream?

locked in love by @parkmuse f s a

↳ Getting locked in the mall on Christmas eve isn’t ideal, but getting locked in the mall with your brothers best friend that you haven’t seen in a while? Well, it might have been alright if you didn’t have feelings for him.

peaches and cream by @snackhobi s

↳ you wouldn’t mind your cute neighbour being such a shameless fuckboy if a) the walls weren’t so thin and b) he didn’t seem intent on adding you as another notch in his bedpost.

reset by @/dovechim s

↳ We are made of the pieces of what we remember, and we hold in ourselves the hopes and fears of those who love us. As long as there are memories to call our own, there can be no true loss. But Park Jimin has no such privilege.

the dark side of the moon by @/dovechim s

↳ falling in love at first sight is cliche, not until it happens to you on a dark night in a lonely alley. but you’re only human, while Park Jimin is Alpha of his pack; it could never work out. so you resort to pining for him like a wolf howling at the moon, but when Jimin goes feral, that’s when everything changes.

Unconditionally by @kstopping s a

↳ Jimin constantly torments you. But you love it.

Instinct by @evangelene f a

↳ A lost child appears into your life only to bring you closer Jimin–a man that you’d thought you’d hated once upon a time. Now all you want is to be there for the child, and maybe his father–but only if his mother gets the hell out of the way.

eternal sunlight by @kidguk f s a

↳ “college and soulmate au where the first words your soulmate will say to you are tattooed on your wrist. jimin thinks he met his soulmate exactly four months after he met and fell in love with you. you can’t explain your attraction or your feelings toward him, even though technically you’re meant to be with other people. taehyung and jungkook helpfully suggest that the universe might be glitching.”

foul play by @kimvtae f s a

↳ Everyone loves a good rivalry, and the students at your university are no exception. Unluckily for you, the rivalry of the decade is between yourself and a furiously irritating Park Jimin. A top gymnast and a basketball star shouldn’t cross paths, but Jimin makes his way into your heart before you can put a stop to it.

lost and found by @/kimvtae s a

↳ The only thing bigger than Park Jimin’s ass is his ego. After one too many scandals, after one too many mornings stumbling back to the dorms drunk or ruining the reputations of other idols, Jimin is given an ultimatum: complete a rehabilitation program in America or leave Bangtan.

if we were a movie by @/kimvtae f s a

↳ Friends with benefits never worked in the movies, but you and Jimin had been friends for so long, it was bound to work for you. Until, of course, Jimin gets a girlfriend, and you fear you may lose your friendship with him for good.

the pull of the tides by @goldenscript f s

↳ The expanse of the deep blue sea has always drawn you in. Each ebb and flow of the tides never ceasing to take your breath away. And now, a boy with hair as light as the morning sun and a smile just as bright does too.

hard to say by @floralseokjin f s a

↳you've had feelings for your best friend Jimin for as long as you can remember, but you always thought they were unreciprocated. What if it turned out they weren’t...?

↬looking for pjm library or the other members check out my library

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obessedwithfictionalmen · 2 months

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I hate/love you

John Egan X Plane mechanics! Reader

Summary: Bucky "hates" the new mechanics...

Warning: Ennemis to lover/ smut/ 18+/ p in v/ oral sex (m and f receiving)/ unprotected sex/ swearing/ use of Y/n/ violence/

Word count: 3.2k

She didn’t know why, but he infuriated her. His cocky attitude, his dumb moustache, his curly hair and his devilish smile. But sadly, she had to see him everyday, as a W.A.C, she had to be on the base all the time. She was an airplane mechanic, and for some reason, Lemmons liked to assign her to work on John Egan’s plane each time his plane needed to be fixed. At first, he didn’t bother her, but time went by, and he started to bother her; his plane had a weird noise, he blamed it on her, the mission didn’t go well, blamed it on her and the weather was shitty, it was Y/n’s fault. She needed that job, and beside him, she loved her job. When the planes came back today, she fixed her ponytail before heading in her jeep to drive to the runway. When she arrived, she saw Major Egan’s plane and drove towards it. She took a deep breath before getting out of her car.

‘’Y/l/n, we have a problem with engine 3, it barely shut down. I thought I was going to blow up!’’ he spat. ‘’Hello Y/n, how are you, by the way I have a problem with engine 3, can you please look at it? Of course, Major, since you ask so nicely, I’ll do it right away!’’ she said sarcastically. ‘’Whatever, can you fix the plane, please’’ he taunted. Y/n snorted before rolling her eyes. ‘’Right away, Major’’ she blinked multiples times and said it with a sweet but sarcastic voice. He cursed under his breath before walking away. ‘’Girls, hook it up and bring it in the workshop’’ she ordered the other mechanics she worked with.

She’d been working on Major Egan’s plane for hours, the sun was down, and she was hungry, other girls went to bed, it was late. She decided to stay up all night to work on his plane, because recently, they flew more missions. Y/n was only going to eat, and she would go back to work after. When she entered the cafeteria, she saw the one person she couldn’t bear. ‘’You got to be fucking kidding me?’’ she mumbled, annoyed that he was here. Non the less, she took a plate that was left and went to sit as far away from him as possible. ‘’How is the fixing going?’’ he asked. She was surprised that he was speaking to her, she stops chewing for a second and swallowed her food. ‘’Good, I’m almost done, why?’’ she was genuinely curious about why he was suddenly interested in her and her work. He rose his shoulder before shaking his head. ‘’Just wanted to know, and I wondered why you were still awake’’ this hole conversation was awkward, but it was the first in a long time that they weren’t mean to the other. ‘’Because I’m fixing it alone, the girls worked hard enough today. I thought I was going to be okay alone, but it’s complicated.’’ She explained.

He rose from his seat, plate in his hands and came to sit in front of her, she was surprised. But she didn’t say anything. ‘’Maybe I could help’’ he proposed. She blinked and looked at him with a confused look. ‘’Why would you want to help me, you can’t stand me and then you want to help me’’ she states. He scoffs and looks at his plate. ‘’Yeah, you’re right, but I want my plane ready for tomorrow’’ he fakes smiles. Y/n rolls her eyes and exhales. ‘’Alright’’ she breaths out.

She ties her overall around her waist, it’s so hot inside the workshop. Her hair is in some kind of a messy bun, but it’s too messy to tell. She has a white tank top that’s covered in grease. ‘’Can you pass me the screwdriver?’’ she asked as she whipped the sweat off her face with a tissue. ‘’Which one?’’ he asked, looking at the table were the tools are. She rolled her eyes and pointed one screwdriver on the table. ‘’No, not that one’’ she exhaled. He scoffed in annoyance. ‘’Which one, Y/n? There’s like 7 screwdrivers on the table’’ he exclaimed. She slid down the plane, he looked at her breast as she did so. She took the famous screwdriver and took a breath. ‘’Can you help me get back up?’’ she asked. He nodded and began helping her get up. His hand came close to her butt. ‘’If you touch my ass, I swear I’ll sabotage the engine’’ she warned. ‘’It’s either your ass or you fall’’ he sighed. ‘’I’d rather fall’’ she muttered as his hand pushed her ass up to help her. She puts her legs each side of the plane and bends over to reach the engine. Bucky had a perfect view of her ass.

‘’Can you start it up?’’ Y/n asked. Bucky was seated in the cockpit, waiting for the woman to boss him around. He kind of found it convenient, because for a wicked reason, he had a boner. He spent almost 45 minutes watching her ass and that white tank top embraced her tits beautifully. Even though she was seated next to him, he could try and hide his growing problem. When he started the plane, the engine sputtered a little bit before fully starting. ‘’Christ on a stick! It’s working!’’ she cheered, resting her arms behind her head, making her tits pop out a little bit. ‘’You kiss people with that mouth?’’ he teased. ‘’I kiss whoever I want with that mouth’’ she replied. She turned to look at him, but when her eyes trailed down, she noticed a weird shape on his pants. She scoffed as she looked at him in the eyes. ‘’I thought you hated me’’ she laughed. He fixed his jacket, to try to hide it, even though it wasn’t necessary anymore. ‘’It’s a hate boner, I swear!’’ he exclaimed. She laughed even harder; she couldn’t believe he was hard right now. ‘’Shut up!’’ he exclaimed. ‘’Make me’’ she dared.

Before he could do something about it, the bomb raid siren was heard. They quickly got out of the plane and made their way to separate bunkers, she couldn’t believe she almost kissed him; him! Why was she feeling like this, all flustered and hot. She tried to get him out of her head, but even the bombs dropping near by couldn’t distract her. Neither could they distract him, plus he still had that stupid boner he needed to get rid of.

That morning, she woke up after having a wet dream about him. It was disturbingly hot, and she couldn’t get it out of her head. It made her angry, why the hell was her brain sex dreaming about him?! She got dressed in a new pair of overalls as she made her way inside the cafeteria, she spotted him instantly. She shook her head as she made her way to her table with her girls. Y/n tried to ignore him, without success. ‘’Hey! Bitch, can you come fix my engine!’’ one pilot said. It was something the girls were used too, but Y/n was not having it, not this morning. She got up and looked at the man. ‘’The fuck did you say?’’ she confronts him. ‘’Come here and fix my engine’’ the man had his hands in his pants. She scoffed. ‘’As if you had an engine to fix’’ she sassed. The girls at the table laughed and the man reacted. ‘’Why are you being such a skank?’’ he spat. Bucky looked at the man. ‘’Dude just shut up already!’’ he groaned. Y/n was surprised and mentally cursed herself and her uterus for reacting the way it just did. The sexist man sat back down and so did Y/n. ‘’That was amazing’’ one of the younger girls exclaims. ‘’Thanks – ‘’ she cuts her off. ‘’Yes you, but Bucky protecting you’’ Anna giggled. Y/n rolled her eyes and scoffed. ‘’Whatever, my coffee is not finished and it’s too early to have this conversation’’ she said.

No one had the right to be an asshole to her but him! Who did this guy this he was anyway?! ‘’What the hell was that?’’ Curt asked. ‘’What was what?’’ he asked. ‘’That, standing up for her’’ he said, moving his hand in a circular shape. ‘’That was nothing, that dude was annoying.’’ He tried to explain. The guys at the table didn’t believe it, but they didn’t want to push him. He watched her from the corner of his eyes, he couldn’t believe what happened last night, he almost kissed her if it wasn’t for this damn siren, who know what would’ve happened.

‘’Faster please’’ she moaned. He was trusting inside of her as one of his hands played with her breast. ‘’I love it when you beg for me like that. It makes you sound so desperate’’ he teased as he rolled his hips harder, hitting her g-spot. She arched her back as she rolled her eyes. ‘’Keep rolling your eyes like that’’ he ordered.

She was zoned out, thinking about her wet dream. Anna snaped her fingers in her face. Y/n shook her head as she looked at Anna. ‘’What?’’ she mumbled. ‘’What planet were you on?’’ she chuckled. ‘’Let’s go, we have to do some touch up on planes’’ Y/n got up and went outside. Bucky watched her as she left, looking at her ass as she passed next to him.

She jumped out of the plane since everything was okay, but she was in front of the prick from this morning. ‘’I just fixed your actual plane, your welcome’’ she smirked. ‘’Thank you, bitch’’ he spat. Y/n whipped her hands on a tissue. ‘’Shut up, asshole’’ she responded. Before she knew it, he grabbed her by the throat and pressed her against the plane. ‘’I’ve had enough of your bratty attitude. You’re going to do as I say. Now say Yes Chris’’ the man named Chris ordered. Y/n had enough room to try to fight. She tried to wiggle her way out of his grip, Chris’s hand loosens his grip, only to slap her. But Y/n took the opportunity to hit him in the balls. Chris falls on the ground, moaning in pain. ‘’Fuck you, Chris’’ Y/n says, out of breath, before walking away.

When he saw her walking with a bloody nose, he felt worried about her. What the fuck happened? He walked up to her, trying to contain his anger. ‘’Oh, hi Major’’ she said, surprised to see him. ‘’Who did this to you?’’ he asked, touching her upper arm to prevent her to walk away. ‘’No one, I, uh, hurt myself while fixing the plane.’’ She lied. He knew she lied. ‘’Who. Did. This. To. You?’’ he insisted. ‘’Chris, the guy from this morning. But I dealt with him. Kicked him in the balls’’ she admitted. ‘’I’m going to fucking kill him’’ he mumbled.

A bloody Chris was walking towards her, she was so confused. ‘’Y/n, I’m sorry for slapping you.’’ He sounded nervous. ‘’It’s, uh, okay? Are you being held at gun point?’’ she asked, concerned. ‘’Kind of, Bucky said he’ll kill me if I touch you again, and he hit me’’ he explained. She scoffed, in complete shock. ‘’Apology accepted’’ she mumbled. She turned around and walked to her room. When she closed the door, she was still in shock. ‘’WHAT THE FUCK?!’’ she exclaimed.

He saw her coming from the air, driving her jeep like a champion. He was still angry with Chris, that idiot had no right to touch her like this. When he landed, Y/n practically ran to his plane. ‘’Hey, Y/n, the engine 3 is still messing around, could you look at it please?’’ he asked nicely. ‘’Are you sick or something or was that you actually being nice to me?’’ she said ironically. She looked at her colleagues. ‘’Hook it up and bring it to the workshop, like usual!’’ she mumbled the last part. ‘’No, I’m not sick, I just tried to be nice’’ he said. ‘’Okay, that’s weird, but nice. I gotta go’’ she said, in a monotonous tone. ‘’Hey, uh, could I help you out later?’’ he asked, scratching the back of his head. ‘’Sure, whatever’’ she jumped into her jeep and drove away.

She was alone, working on the goddam 3rd engine of this freaking plane. She heard the door opened; she didn’t see who it was. ‘’Anna, I told you to go to sleep!’’ She said, keeping her head down. The person that was in the room didn’t respond. ‘’Hello?’’ she asked. ‘’Hey, you’’ Bucky said, walking beside the plane, looking up at her. ‘’Major, you scared me’’ she breathed out. She slid down the plane, landing in front of him. He watched her tits, again. ‘’I have a question’’ she asked, wiping her hands on her overall. ‘’What’s up buttercup?’’ he said. She rolled her eyes. ‘’Did you punched Chris this morning and threatened him if he didn’t apologise to me?’’ she asked. He smirked and proudly nodded. ‘’Are you kidding me?!’’ she shouted. ‘’Not at all, that asshole had it coming’’ he stated. ‘’I can’t believe you. And I clearly don’t understand you either?’’ she exclaimed. She tried to climb up the plane, but almost fell. He did like he did yesterday, put his hands on her ass. But it annoyed her. ‘’Put those hands away!’’ she snapped.

Bucky was walking her up to her room, he didn’t want to be alone. ‘’Why did you punch Chris?’’ she blurted out. ‘’Because he was being a dick’’ he responded. She face palmed, as she started to feel rain drops on her skin, damn English weather. ‘’You can’t punch people just because they’re dicks! Otherwise, I would’ve punched you a long time ago!’’ she exclaimed. Bucky smirked. ‘’Sorry I should’ve let you handle it?’’ he raised his voice. The rain was pouring, they were both soaking wet. ‘’Maybe, I had it under control without you!’’ she exclaimed, moving her arms as she spoke. ‘’Fine! I’ll let him beat you up next time!’’ he breathed out. ‘’Why do you even care?!’’ she asked. They were both panting from the emotions. He came closer to her, practically breathing in her face. He could see her chest rising from the heavy breathing. ‘’I care because you invaded my mind. There’s not a second that goes by where I don’t think about you. The idea of another men touching you infuriates me. You’re mine, Y/n, don’t you get that?’’ he said, against her mouth. She looked at him, then his lips and his eyes again. She blushed hard. ‘’Fuck it’’ she mumbled before pressing her lips against his.

As they entered her room, he kicked the door to close it, there was no going back. The tension they felt was finally broken and they were hungry for the other. He pressed her against the wall while still holding her thigh. ‘’You don’t know how much I’ve thought about this’’ he growled. ‘’Shut up and show it to me’’ she said eagerly. ‘’Bossy, I like it’’ he mumbled against her lips. He laid her down on the bed, taking her overall off at the same time. ‘’God you’re breathtaking’’ he praised. ‘’And you talk too much’’ she said, pulling him by the tie to kiss him. Their tongue danced together as she worked a way to take his shirt off. She trailed her hands on his abs, biting her lips. ‘’How can we go from hating each other to wanting to do the most unholy things to the other’’ she teased. ‘’Right now, I don’t hate you’’ he said, unbuckling his pants. She crawled to the end of the bed, where he was up. She seated in front of him, her face was right in front of his hard dick. She looked at him, her eyes were killing him, so innocent, yet filled with dirty thoughts. Y/n took her shirt off and threw it on the ground, she didn’t wear a bra, so she was left in her panties. Her hand was touching his lower stomach, she loved how his breath deepened when she was near his boxer line. She gently tugged them down, still maintaining eye contact. Slowly, she took his length in her mouth, pressing kisses to the tip, before fully taking him inside her mouth, he let out a shaky breath. ‘’Oh shit’’ he moaned. She started to bob her head at a sensual pace, maintaining eye contact with him. Bucky’s hand found her hair and pulled it slightly, from pleasure. ‘’If you keep doing this I’m going to cum.’’ He warns, she giggled, the vibration making him moan. ‘’Afraid you can’t keep up, Major?’’ she teased. He lifted her by under the shoulder, he made her back up from the bed, he laid down between her legs.

‘’Tell me, do you care about those panties?’’ he asked, she shook her head in confusion. He tears her panties off, like actually rips them off her body. ‘’Did you just?’’ she looks at him, confused. ‘’I’ll buy you a new pair’’ he said before diving in between her legs. He kissed her inner thigh before pressing small kisses on her clitoris. She moaned as she arched her back, he smirked as he continued his work. Y/n’s hand found his hair, tugging hard. He was grinning like the town idiot. ‘’As much as I’m enjoying this. Please Major, fuck me, please’’ she begged. He thought he was going to faint; she was begging him to fuck her. ‘’God, you’re so pretty when you beg’’ he grins.

He rests on top of her, she bucks her hips, trying to have contact. ‘’Look at you, so desperate for my cock’’ he teased. ‘’News flash, Major, you crave my pussy too’’ she moans against his lips. With one trust, he penetrates her, she arches her back and moans his name. ‘’Keep moaning my name like that, shit’’ he moaned. She bites her lips, trying to hold her moan. Bucky rocks his hips to a fast pace, they’re both close and crave a relief. Her breast that he like so much bounce up and down with every trust, he lowers his head to go and kiss them. She tried to match his pace with her hips, but her walls were clenching, and her breath quickened. A part of her didn’t want this to be over, but it felt too good to hold back. ‘’Come on, Y/n, come for me, let me hear those pretty sounds. Come for me’’ he praised. That was all she needed to let the knot explode in her stomach, she came hard, her back arched even more and she was saying his name like it was a prayer. He kept thrusting into her for a split second before releasing into her, he growled her name as he crashed on top of her. ‘’Y/n’’ he moaned.

She was playing with his curls; they were still naked and tangled up together. ‘’I’m sorry for all the mean things I said to you’’ he apologized. ‘’Trust me, I forgive you’’ she giggled. He chuckled before kissing the top of her head. ‘’I have to go; I have a mission tomorrow’’ he sadly announces. ‘’It’s okay, I’ll see you tomorrow, Major’’ she said, smiling to him. As he was getting dressed, he kept looking at her, smiling to her as he did so. ‘’I’ll see you tomorrow, my dear’’ he said, kissing her before he left. That was definitely not a one time thing for them…

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luveline · 11 months

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hello jade! you are so talented and i love how you handle Miguel, so here comes my request: miguel overworking himself and tinkering on stuff and fem!reader pretending a accident happened, just to lure him away and force him to rest, while someone else takes over

thank you!! and thank you for your request ♡ fem!reader x boyfriend!miguel

Miguel's eyes are the kind of dry where you can actually physically tell from the edge of the platform you've just yanked yourself onto. His undereye area is sunken and dark, and his lips are pressed together tightly as he breathes in. He has some strange technology in his hand, a screwdriver in the other. It's unusual to see him working with physical tech these days, and whatever it is has been keeping him busy.

"Hey, Miguel," you say finally, breaching the quiet. Margo looks up from her desk at the sound of your voice, and something in her gaze says, Oh, good, you're here. Fix him. You nod tightly. "Miguel?"

He looks up for a split-second, if that. "What?"

"What are you doing?"

"Calibration."

He doesn't explain the tech beyond that. You're a Spider, you should be able to guess what it is that he's working on. You've created web-shooters yourself with extremely complicated and delicate makings, but the longer you look at it the more confused you feel.

"Do you need anything? Water? Something from the cafeteria?" You edge into the room, footsteps measured. "A nap?"

"Nope."

You frown and approach his side. He's sitting down, so there's that. The most important thing is that he's resting in some capacity, but the second most important thing is that his hair is in hand's reach. You put your hand on his shoulder to test the waters. Miguel doesn't react. Pleased, you push your fingertips into his hair and scratch gently at his scalp. His hair is a little dirty. He isn't taking care of himself, and this deep into a project it's unlikely he will be anytime soon.

You decide it's morally okay to lie. "I need a favour," you say gently.

He looks up, finally noticing your hand in his hair. His head tips into your palm, his eyes softening, his crows feet wrinkles erased ever so slightly as he asks, "What do you need?"

"I smashed the window in my room, and it's really, really cold, and I can't find a vacuum," you say, setting a false shame into the line of your mouth and eyes, your brows pinching up at the starts. "I'm really sorry, I don't know what to do."

It's your apology that finally tugs him out of work mode. He lets the doohickey he'd been tinkering with plink flat onto his workbench, a rare but not uncharacteristic kindness in his voice. "Don't be sorry. We'll get it fixed. I know where everything is."

"I know where everything is," Lyla says.

"S'what I said," Miguel says. You know he laughs to make you feel more comfortable, and the guilt for lying to him festers.

That guilt quickly wanes on the walk to your room. He's yawning and blinking the entire trek, big hand over his mouth to hide it. The Spider Society is really shaping into something amazing, and more and more Spiders arrive everyday. They've started construction on a dormitory for worldly visitors and refugees, but you've been lucky enough to get your own room near Miguel's. It's hard work for him to undertake such a huge project. He doesn't realise he's not doing it alone.

"How'd you break your window, anyway?" he asks through another jaw-cracking yawn.

"You know me," you say, laughing nervously as you open your door and reveal a lack of both a broken window or smashed glass.

Miguel squints through tired eyes at the room's cleanliness. "The smashed window?" he asks.

"What do you mean?" you ask.

"You know what I mean, the– you smashed a window? You wanted a vacuum?"

"Did I?" you ask.

"She lied," Lyla says, blinking in and out of view.

"I gathered that, thanks."

"Okay, I'm sorry, I did lie. I just want you to take a break," you say, sitting at the top of your bed in what you hope is an enticing display, hand rubbing the empty space beside you. "Come and sleep, Miguel."

"I can't," he says gruffly, then less so, "I can't, I have things to do."

"Just for a bit," you say, eyes wide and pleading, your very best approximation of puppy dog's. "Please, baby. Just for an hour."

Miguel stares at you for a moment, his shoulders sagging, before he closes your bedroom door and wastes no time in lying down next to you. You're startled at his willingness to do as you asked, but then you notice his flushed cheeks, tanned skin darkened by a rosy blush.

You open your mouth to say something smug. He senses it, and says, "I can't sleep if you're talking."

Your lips snap closed.

Miguel lays motionless for a while. His breathing evens out. Sure he's asleep, you lay down beside him and dot a chaste kiss against his temple.

His lips flicker. Not smiling, but almost.

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avoxrising · 6 months

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The Feral One • Chapter 8

Finnick x Y/N

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This chapter makes me want to cry especially knowing what I’ve prewritten for them.

Content Warnings - Talk of rape and murder, mental torture, talks of prostitution, tooth rotting fluff

One moment you were all sitting on the beach, the next moment, Finnick was bolting into the jungle after Katniss. You get up to follow but Johanna tells you to stay put.

She returns a minute later, beckoning for you and Peeta to follow. Something must be wrong with them.

You can spot Finnick and Katniss huddled on the jungle floor, hands over their ears as they try to block out some kind of noise.

“Jabberjays,” Johanna sighs. “They’re stuck in that wedge for the next hour.”

“Can they hear us?” Peeta asks as he tries to break the barrier with his machete.

“Nope,” Johanna states.

You sit on the other side of the barrier from Finnick, watching as the birds torture him. His nose is bleeding but otherwise he seems physically unharmed.

Who would they use against you if you were in there? Would they use the voices of your dead family?

The only person they could hurt you with was the one sitting right in front of you.

An hour can feel like an eternity when you have to sit and watch the one person you love slowly lose their mind. When the barrier drops, Peeta runs to Katniss while you walk slowly towards Finnick.

Sitting down in front of him, you set your good hand next to his to alert him to your presence.

“Finn,” you sigh, seeing the pain in his face when he looks up at you.

“You were screaming,” he states. “They were torturing you and I couldn’t stop them.”

“I’m ok,” you reply.

You sit with him in silence while Johanna rants about the games and Katniss freaks out about her sister. I guess that’s who’s voice she heard.

“Can we go to the beach?” Finnick asks and you nod, walking down with him to the shore.

The two of you sit on the edge of the water, closer than you would usually sit but you can tell he needs the comfort.

“I can’t lose you,” he tells you as you stare out towards the cornucopia.

“I can’t promise you won’t,” you respond. “But I’ll try.”

“No you have to promise,” he states with pain in his voice. “I can’t lose you.”

You look at him and see how honest he is. As much as you’d like to hope he could survive without you, you worry he can’t.

“You won’t,” you sigh, looking into his sea green eyes.

“Can I hold your hand?” he asks. “I need to know you aren’t going to slip away from me.”

You allow him to grab your hand, feeling his calloused fingers against your smooth ones. The jabber jays must have really gotten to him as he never asks for physical contact with you.

Higher up the beach, Katniss notices the scene by the water.

“I thought we weren’t allowed to touch her,” she comments.

“Only he is,” Johanna replies. “Nobody else.” This made sense to Katniss after hearing her scream for Finnick for an hour.

“Why does touching her set her off?” Katniss asks. “I didn’t see her react that way in her games.”

Johanna sighs and looks out towards her two friends.

“She was, uh, raped during her victory tour,” she explains. “Killed the guy during it and hasn’t spoken or allowed people to touch her since. That’s why the capital calls her Feral, but they skewed the story to make it seem like she attacked him unprovoked.”

Katniss silently stares at Y/N, unsure of how to process that information.

“He was a game maker,” Johanna continues. “An important man in the capital. She never healed from it.”

“I don’t know how one would,” Beetee chimes in. “She’s been through a lot.”

“Why aren’t they together?” Peeta asks the older victors.

“They’re stubborn,” Johanna shrugs. “She doesn’t want to hurt him and he has a complicated deal with the capital that would make dating hard.”

“It would be hard to date all those capital women with a girl back home,” Katniss mutters.

“Don’t assume he likes jumping from woman to woman in the capital,” Johanna angrily states. “All victors have duties we don’t have a say in. Ever wonder why most of us have families anymore?”

Katniss swallows and looks at Johanna, shocked by this revelation.

“That could have easily been you.”

“What do you want to do when all of this is over?” Finnick asks you. You’re still holding hands and you’ve moved to rest your head on his shoulder. For once the contact isn’t bothering you.

“Go back to four,” you reply. “To our old routine.”

“That would be nice,” Finnick hums. He wishes so badly that he could tell you everything but he can’t. He barely convinced Plutarch to put you on the rescue list. He wasn’t sold on the idea of you being brought to 13 with your unpredictability.

When this is all over he wants to go back to four with you. He wants to move out of victors village to your own house by the sea with a big garden you can walk freely in. He wants to spend the days outside with you, showing you around the district you haven’t explored in 5 years.

He wants you to be his, permanently. He thinks you’d say yes, but at the same time he isn’t certain. He’s never asked you out for the simple reason that Snow would kill you if he did. He told Finnick as much.

He hopes you realize how much he loves you, even if he can’t show it.

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lovingmattysposts · 6 months

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Best Friends Brother part 8

P1 P2 P3 P4 P5 P6 P7 P8 P9 P10 P11 P12

pairing: y/n and chris sturniolo

summary: you just moved into the sturniolo’s home after some family issues and you’re starting to become attracted to your best friend’s brother and you hated yourself for it. But how could you resist?

warnings: mentions of family issues, cursing

"Do you know what I love about Holton"

I loved him. I really did, but i've never wanted to punch my best friend across the face more in my entire life than right this second. All week, he hasn't shut up about Holton. Stupid fucking Holton. Holton this Holton that. It was driving me crazy.

I couldn't think.

It normally wouldn't make me this angry, but seeing everything that went down with Chris just made me loathe Nick's relationship. Everything perfect, sunshine, rainbows and dasies.

"What? What else could you possibly love about him?" I snapped looking up at him. He glared at me. I sighed looking down. "Sorry" I breathed looking down, not meaning to really snap at him.

"Why are you acting so weird?" He asked quietly. I sighed and looked up at him, shrugging. "I don't know" I said shaking my head. He looked down. "I'm sorry, i'll stop talking about Holton" He stated making me start to feel bad.

"No, no. I want to know. He makes you happy and you're my favorite person" I said shaking my head and looking down at him. He smiled sadly. "I just don't know how to not talk about it--I've never felt like this before" He said shaking his head. I bit my lip.

"I know the feeling"

"What?"

My heart stopped. "My books--they explain it all the time" I choked on my breath. His eyebrows furrowed. "Heart clenching, painful, like you can't breathe when you're around them. Kinda like you're almost sick" I swallowed. He nodded smiling letting out a breath.

"You should have been a writer" He smiled up at me. I sighed leaning back. "I should've been in love" I stated. He chuckled beside me. I looked over at him. "Did Holton tell you liked him or did you kind of assume?" I asked quietly. Nick just looked at me.

"He just told me" He stated, making me look down at my lap. Nick pushed me.

"Is this about Nate? Matt told me he asked you on a date" Nick smiled. My eyes widened. "Yeah" I breathed. "Nate" I said nodding slowly. Nate not even being a back thought on my brain. Nick shook his head smiling.

"Y/n, do you even know how to like someone? I've never seen you even talk about a boy before" Nick chuckled. I swallowed. "Yeah, I guess I don't know how to like someone" I stated the honesty slipping off my lips a little too smoothly.

"Everyone makes it seem so simple, but it's not" I said shaking my head. Nick nodded. "With the right person, it's not hard" He said bumping my shoulder with his, making me smile.

"Do you care? If I go out with Nate, i mean." I said looking up at him. He hummed and then shook his head. "I don't care, it's not like you're going out with one of my brothers or something" He chuckled, making my throat run dry. I looked down at my lap feeling my face go red.

"I'm gonna go for a walk I think" I sighed standing. Nick sat up. "Do you want me to come with, Holton's not gonna be here for another hour" He stared. I shook my head. "No it's okay. I just need a minute" I smiled. He nodded and leaned back.

"Be safe"

I pushed my legs back and forth of the swing waiting for him to walk up to me, hearing the sound of crunching leaves behind me.

"Go away Chris" I mumbled looking at my feet. He sighed as he walked into my view. I glanced up at him and back down at my feet. "How did you know it was me?" He asked from above me. I didn't look at him.

"I saw you a couple blocks back" I sighed kicking the gravel under my feet. He sighed and sat down in front of my swing looking up at me. I still wouldn't look.

"Do you know complicated you make life for me?" He breathed looking up at me. I rolled my eyes. "Please" I mumbled. He pushed my foot making me look at him.

"Why aren't you going on the date?" He asked looking at me. I stared at him, feeling my face drain. "Who said I wasn't?" I asked looking at him, he tilted his head raising his eyebrows.

I had told Nate this morning that I wasn't in the mental state to be going on any dates. Which was true I wasn't. I felt bad for rejecting him, but It was for the better. It wouldn't have been fair to him. Chris Sturniolo had completely taken over my brain and there wasn't room for anything. Which was bitter sweet at times.

I should have known Nate would say something about the rejection to Chris, Matt, or Nick. I just didn't realize that it would have been so soon.

I looked down. "Why do you care?" I asked quietly. "Because we are friends" He stated. I looked up glaring at him. "No, Chris. We are not friends" I spat down at him. He bit his lip and looked away.

"You told me you wouldn't be my friend" I shook my head. "And I think you're exact words last week were "Go on the date with Nate, or don’t. See if I give a shit"---" I mocked him. He clenched his jaw. I shrugged.

"So why do you care?" I asked narrowing my eyes at him. He closed his eyes. "Because I just want you to be happy" He said. I shook my head. "No you don't" I shook my head. He glared at me.

"Don't for one second sit here and tell me you care about my fucking happiness when all you do is treat me like shit" I said harshly down at him. He clenched his jaw before letting out a breath.

"I thought I made it clear I was done with whatever happened" I stated motioning between us. He shook his head. "How is you calling off that date making that clear?" He asked. I looked at the ground. He was right.

"Chris" I sighed. He shook his head. "Because if you wanted us to be done then you would just go on the date with Nate wouldn't you?" He asked standing to his feet. I stood up looking up at him.

"Us?" I asked shaking my head. He just looked down at me with hurt filled eyes. "Us?" I let out a laugh. I clenched my jaw shaking my head.

"I called off the fucking date because I can't stop thinking about you" I said pushing his chest making him stumbling back.

"I get it okay!" I said feeling tears brim at my eyes. "I'm the girl who's parents left, the girl who can't even be loved by her own damn parents!" I screamed at him. "I have a-absolutly nothing to offer you." I said shaking my head.

"I have baggages that goes back for miles and I've barley let a boy kiss me" I scoffed shaking my lip. He just looked away. "So maybe I'm just another girl with a decent face who gave you a decent amount of attention at the wrong time and maybe--maybe it's just the daddy issues speaking for me b-but---" I shook my head looking down.

"Fuck Chris, i've never felt this way" I shook my head as I looked at him. "You're the only person who knows about that night with parents, you're the only person i've even let touch me" I shook my head.

"And maybe you think I'm a stupid girl who's learning the hard way on what it feels like to be played" I stepped forward. He looked down at me with an expression I couldn't read. "But what you don't know is I don't know anything else" I shook my head.

"I've spent years building up my walls and maybe I am stupid" I shrugged. "Because I let you come knocking them down with the first punch" I let out a breath.

"So this back and forth of you kissing me and pulling away--" I shook my head. "If you want to be my friend Chris, just leave me alone" I shook my head. He sighed looking down at me his lips thinned. I shook my head at his lack of words as I turned pushing the swings out of my way.

I felt tears come to my eyes as I walked away. I didn't want to walk away, but I forced my feet to move. I wanted him to apologize at least for what he's done to me. I get it, from an outside point of view what he's done is nothing. It's like every other typical fuck-boy story, but it isn't when you're living in it. It feels like a storm cloud over your head waiting for it to be sunny but it's only thunderstorms.

Begging to be loved can be one of the most debiltating feelings in the universe. Especially when you've been doing it your whole life, you're wondering to yourself if there's something wrong with you. If you are the common denomator then it must be you right? Your fault.

Is it took much to asked just to be loved in one life time, by anybody?

"Freshman year the first day you wore a white sweater with pink bows in your hair"

I froze.

"You wore terrible air force ones that were ripped to shreds" Chris sighed. I turned around slowly looking at him. "At lunch you gave you're only fork to some kid who sat there and complained about forgetting a fork for 10 fucking minutes--" He shook his head. "I was ready to beat his ass but you gave him yours with a smile on your face, and he didn't even say thank you" He said shaking his head.

I parted my lips to speak.

"You're favorite book is Magnolia parks university by Jessica Hastings, because you read it every single day in 3rd period junior year and the book is basically ripped to shred" He said looking at me. I stepped slowly back towards him.

"Chris--"

"You're favorite number is zero because you think that it's overlooked because it's value is nothing, but you think that doesn't determaines it's worth just because someone created it's meaning" He said as I looked up at him. He closed his eyes.

"You wrote a paper on it the beginning of Senior year and the teacher said the concept was stupid and you apologized" He said putting his hands on his face. I shook head head. "What-"

"and when you think you stick out the tip of your tonuge" He said pointing at my mouth. I pulled my tonuge back into my mouth as he looked down at me.

"How do you know all of that?" I breathed. He shrugged. "I don't know" He said looking at his feet. "I'm just observent" He said avoiding my eyes.

"What's Nick's favorite number?" I asked making him look up at me. He turned to the side. "What's did Matt wear his first day of freshman year?" I asked. "I don't know" He said looking down at me. I let out a breath.

"I like you y/n. A whole lot more than I should and it scares the shit out of me" He said softly looking down at me. "Then why are you doing this?" I asked shaking my head despreate for answers. He swallowed and shrugged.

"You're Nick's best friend" He said shaking his head. "I didn't want to change that, I know how much he means to you." He said meeting my eyes making the corners of my mouth turn slightly.

"And I'm selfish" He said throwing his hands up. "I'm a selfish asshole who only thinks about himself" He said backing up slightly. "Everything that i've done the past two month as come from nothing but pure selfishness. I should have never kissed you, I should have never flirted with you, I should have never--" He paused as he scanned my body. I looked away.

"I just couldn't help it" He shook his head. "So you wanted to know why I'm so bi-polar?" He asked shrugging. I just stared at him. "Everyday it's a constant war in my brain'' He shook his head.

"I want to tell you everything" He sighed, then shook his head. "But I don't want to take the only thing you have left, even if that puts me in his place" He said bitting his lip. I looked down shaking my head knowing he was talking about Nick.

"So, yeah" He sighed. "I do give a shit if you go out with Nate. I give way too many shits" He said walking back up to me. I blinked up at him.

"I'm embarrassing at your mercy, you just have no idea" He breathed, placing his hand on my cheek shaking his head. I smiled leaning into his hand.

"It's risky, I know---Between Matt and Nick--" He said shaking his head. I leaned up kissing him. He sighed as he pulled me closer to him and kissed me softly. So softly it felt like a cloud. I smiled against him as If I was waiting forever for him to kiss me like this.

I pulled back smiling. He sighed smiling pressing his forehead against mine. "Where do we go from here?" He asked breathlessly done at me. I shook my head. "I don't know" I said back. He closed his eyes sighing.

"But if you change your mind again, I'm punching you in the face" I whispered making him chuckled and wrapped his arms around me and pull me into his chest.

-the end-

-jk-

chris pov

I put down my pen cracking my knuckles and letting out a breath before closing the notebook and glancing to my door. I picked up my phone to read the time.

1:32am

She should be here by now.

Y/n and I have been basically inseperable---Unknowing to anyone else but us. Matt was getting suspicious again I could tell from the way he would look at me, but I knew he wouldn't say anything to Nick before threatening it to me first, which then I could malisciously talk him down from.

I shook my head smiling, just thinking about what the hell 15-year-old Chris would think about this unimaginable situation. I turned to look back at my notebook.

I picked it back up flipping through the pages. Usually when I write something down in here I live it be to live breathe and die in the journal. I never looked back on anything I wrote because It just made me sad. I looked at the last text I sent Y/n.

to: y/f/n y/f/n

1:30 pleaseeee bring blankets im freezing.

I looked back towards the door and then down at the journal before flipping to the very front of the journal the very first page and took a deep breath.

september 1 2017

I don't know how to start this. How does one start something like this so and called 'greif journal'? I guess it's not techically greif, but a therapy journal. Mom tried to get us all to go to therapy, most for Matt he struggles sometimes but I don't fully understand why. I guess it's not my place to.

I told her that if she didn't make me go to threapy I would start writting down my thoughts in a journal which online said it was a great "subsitute" yay.

I chuckled to myself

Anyways so here I am doing this for some reason? So let's talk about high school I guess. It sucks. Like actually sucks. The homework, kill me now. The only good thing about it is the girl in my class, well I guess you don't know because I didn't have this journal at the beginning of the year

There was this girl she is kind of shy. I don't really talk to her and she doesn't talk to me. I just kind of look at her. In the most non creepy stalker way possible. I really hope i'm not incriminating myself. Wow that was a big word for me, anyway

She's pretty. And not pretty in the way the other girls im friends with are pretty. She's pretty in a way thats like a mystery. Mysterious i think is the word im looking for.

Also listen, this entire journal isn't about to be about some chick. I'm just thinking you know and she's the first thing that came to mind.

She dresses kind of weird. She doesn't wear anything skin tight, it's like everything underneath is a mystery. SEE mysterious...

Anyways her eyes are kind of like a hazelish green I think? they could be brown I just havent gotten a close enough look at her yet. But i'll update you if I do.

She makes school a little less shitty if that doesn't sound absolutely pyscho-masked-killer. Just knowing that she's going to be sitting two rows in front of me in 1st period helps me wake up in the morning.

Maybe that's why Matt doesn't get out of bed, he doesn't have a y/n to look at. Well he could if he looked at her, I just don't think he notices his surrounding sometimes--

"Here are your blankets"

I closed the notebook and looked up at y/n walking in. Her eyes went wide and she chuckled. "Did I intrupt something?" He smiled brightly at me. I shook my head throwing my notebook back into my drawer.

"No, you didn't" I smiled opening my arms. She smiled as she wrapped the blanket around herself and then crawled over me and laying on me. I wrapped my arms around her sighing.

"What were you reading?" She hummed against me. I looked down at her as she glanced up at me. "Nothing" I smiled. She rolled her eyes. "Your nose is always in that damn journal" She sighed laying her head back down. I rolled her over and leaned down kissing her softly.

God, I'm never getting used to that.

I pulled back and she pulled my shirt back down kissing me harder. I pulled back. "You okay?" I chuckled. She smiled and nodded. "You're just so hot I can't help myself" She mumbled leaning up and kissing me deeply. I pulled back and she whined.

"What do you wanna do?" I asked as i traced my finger over her face. She hummed and shrugged. "What do you wanna do?" She smiled up at me. "I just wanna look at you" I whispered. She closed her eyes and shook her head.

"That's creepy Chris" She laughed beneath me. I shrugged. "Then let me be creepy" I said leaning down and kissing her cheek. He giggled as i attempted to pin her down as she squirmed.

"Chris" She mumbled smiling against my lips. "What?" I smiled pulling back. she pouted beneath me. "Will you take me on date?" She asked softly. I smiled and nodded. "Of course I will" I said lightly pecking her lips. She smiled and closed her eyes sighing.

"Are you tired?" I whispered pushing her hair behind her ear. She nodded. I laid down next to her and pulled her towards me.

The rest of the night she just laid agaisnt me telling me about her day until I heard her stop talking and slowly breathing. I looked down at her and her eyes were closed as she breathed slowly agaisnt me. I glanced over at the clock.

3:45am

Damn I did not realize it was that late. I sighed running my hands through her hair. I reached down before shifting her into my arms and picking her up. She groaned and rubbed her nose into my chest. i just smiled at her as I lifted off my bed and walked towards my door, opening it and quickly.

I walked quietly through the hall and then into her room laying her back into her bed. I pushed the covers to the side before placing her under them. She blinked her eyes open at me.

"Go back to sleep" I whispered kissing her forehead. She sighed and pulled me onto her. I laughed as I held myself up. "I can't stay here" I mumbled. Her eyes still didn't open as she whined. I sighed, pushing myself off of her.

I reached her door before turning around and seeing her already back asleep with her mouth slightly open as she layed against her pillow.

"God, I love you"

okay not long but good ending?

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For the ship ask game!

48. …out of habit + a bob of your choice!

This prompt screams secret relationship, and what better Bob to do that with than Cobalt Eyes & Sweet Smiles Bob?

Bob knew he shouldn't be jealous. You weren't paying Jake any attention as he bragged about the latest air maneuver he mastered. Your eyes were focused on putting together a burger.

Soon enough, one of your fathers' old Top Gun classmates would whisk you away, no doubt to marvel at how much you had grown up, reminiscing on how you used to toddle around at this yearly cookout.

The worst part was Bob couldn't even be mad at Jake. Because he told Jake that all that happened after you two met was that he walked you to your car.

Which was partly true. Bob did walk you to your car. And then exchanged numbers after making out in said car. Which led to going on a date, which led to Bob secretly dating you.

Turns out, dating the daughter of your bosses is complicated.

Once the current mission was over, it would be easier to come forward. And decidedly less weird to think about.

Though Bob was still worried that once the secret was out in the open, he'd wake up the next day to find he's been deployed to Australia.

So all Bob could do was sip on his diet Coke as he tried not watch Jake fail at hitting on his girlfriend.

"I'm going to go...." Your eyes lingered on Bob. God, he looked so good in that blue shirt, it was unfair. But wouldn't that be too obvious?

"Somewhere that isn't here," you finished, walking away before Jake could even speak. The temptation to tell the blonde pilot you were dating Bob grew stronger everyday.

But Jake also had a big mouth and seemed like the kind of dick to mention something to one of your dads, if not both.

Technically, you weren't breaking their rule. They said no pilots and Bob wasn't a pilot. He was a WSO.

But it certainly made things awkward as Bob was working with Dad. And Pa was his boss.

Well, wanting to get away from Jake Seresin wouldn't raise anyone's suspicions.

Bob tried to hide his excitement when you stood next to him. He tried to act casual, but nothing could hide that smile of his.

Not that you mind. In fact, his sweet expression sent warmth throughout your body.

"Got tired of hearing how much better he is than everyone else?" Bob joked, causing you to nearly choke on your burger.

"The best don't brag, they let their work speak for themselves," you explained, a sly smile on your face. It was so hard not to make eye contact with him. Truly unfair how he had eyes bluer than the ocean, deeper than the sky-

"Is it too much if I asked you to accompany me to the Hot Dog station? Figured it would be nice to have someone who understands all the toppings." With that lopsided smile, how could you say no?

"It is an intimidating amount of choices," you chuckled as you led him over to the station.

"Alright, so I know it sounds weird, but the Olivier-Russian potato salad- that Pa makes is actually pretty good. The chili Slider makes is good, but unless you have a stomach of steel only take a little. Oh, and Hollywood says the candied jalapeños are mostly sweet but that's a lie. It's mostly spicy."

Bob couldn't help but be memorized as you rattled off facts about the various condiments. Whether it was about work, a personal belief, or yes, even hot dog toppings, you always spoke with such passion.

He loved it. He loved you, but that conversation is still a few steps away.

For now, Bob was happy to settle for counting down the days until he could hold your hand in a gathering like today's. Even if it terrified him.

Yes, technically, he wasn't a pilot. But considering who your dads were, a technicality didn't bring Bob much hope.

According to Bradley, the idea of you dating someone in the military, much less a naval pilot, had been vocally met with disdain.

But today Bob wouldn't focus on that. Instead, he focused on your bright smile and how cute you looked in that sundress.

"What's your go-to?" He asked, ready to take the valuable information to heart.

"Chili with some of the candied jalapenos and a dash of ketchup."

"No mustard?" He asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

You had to stifle a laugh, "No mustard."

"Alright, I trust ya." His words, laced with a slight twang sent warmth throughout your body.

Without saying a word, you took the ladle from the chili bowl, serving it onto his hot dog. You gave him a sweet smile as an explanation, one that Bob took happily.

"Thanks darlin'," He leaned in to peck your lips, neither of you thinking about it.

It wasn't until he broke away to grab the ketchup that you both froze, realization washing over you.

Fuck.

"I'm gonna, um, go." You said quickly, grabbing your plate.

"Uh yeah, good idea," Bob quickly put down the ketchup, turning around to walk away from you. His face was bright red as he practically ran back to Mickey and Natasha who were currently chatting up with some of Pete and Tom's old classmates.

You looked around, everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. No one standing in shock.

Alright, good. That was a good sign.

"Hey, did you see that?" You asked Bradley, who had been roped into grill duty.

"See what?" Your pseudo-brother shrugged, his eyes remaining on the grill, unaware that you were on the verge of having a panic attack.

"Bob and I kissed. It was an accident, like neither of us thought about it! It just felt natural and we forgot where we were!" You hissed.

Bradley was the only one who knew. The first time Bob spent the night at your place, the universe decided that Bradley should be the one to pick you up for family brunch. In hindsight, better he than one of your dads. Thankfully, you had enough dirt on Bradley to buy his silence.

"Oh," Bradley shrugged, as if it was nothing. Truthfully, he didn't know why you two insisted on keeping it a secret. It wasn't like you were dating Hangman (thank fucking God for that).

"I didn't notice anything," He said, which accurately reassured you.

"Although...." His words made the hair on the back of your neck stand up.

"Although?" You gritted through your teeth.

"I mean, that would explain why Slider was running into the house. I thought he just had to piss."

God. Dammit.

"You good Bob?" Mickey asked upon seeing his fellow WSO, beet-faced and nervous.

"Huh? Oh! Me? Yeah, I'm great. Swell actually!" Bob said, unconvincingly.

Natasha knew Bob was dating you. It was obvious when you showed up to one of the beach football games. How anyone else failed to notice was beyond Nat.

But she knew not to say anything. Instead, she gave Bob a raised eyebrow. Whatever it was (concerning you), she knew it was better to ask in private.

"Lieutenant Floyd? May I speak with you in private?"

Bob's blood ran cold as he turned to face Captain Mitchell, who had his arms crossed.

"Um, I..." He could pretend to pass out. There was no current or former medic here. So he would just need to play dead as if his life depended on it, because it did. Claim it was from the heat. Yeah. Blame the sun, he was pale enough to do so.

But his knees were locked. Bob couldn't run, couldn't pretend to pass out. Fuck, it was too early to fake food poisoning.

So instead, all he could muster up was a weak nod as his legs carried him inside the Mitchell-Kazansky house.

He was fucked. Utterly fucked. He should just leave now so he can go pack up for Australia. Would he even get that far? He had been sneaking around with their daughter, death was probably the only option.

Even if your dads didn't kill him, your honorary uncles will. Fuck, was his will updated? Would you even get anything? Well, Bob did tell Bradley to give you the ring in his drawer should anything happen to him. It was his grandma's, given to him so he had a ring to propose and-

Why was the Admiral whose callsign was literally "Iceman" hugging him?

"Thank God it's you. We thought she was seeing Seresin."

Oh.

That explains a lot.

"Um, no offense sir, but you raised your daughter to have better standards than Seresin," Bob barely got out, now receiving a hug from the much shorter Captain.

"We knew she was seeing someone. We're all glad it's you."

When you ran into your childhood home, you were expecting many things. Mainly Bob's head on the floor.

Receiving hugs from your dads was not on the list, but man was it a welcoming sight.

Bradley shrugged, "I don't know why you were so worried about them knowing."

You rolled your eyes, "The same reason why you haven't told them you have a fiancé."

Wait shit, that was not supposed to be said out loud.

"You have a what?"

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randombush3 · 11 days

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cherry wine

jenni hermoso x reader

part one

i hate this but i'm posting it anyway LOL

also sorry if it doesn't make sense but just like don't read into it 🙂

thanks @codiemarin for part two's idea xx

i also feel like every character deserves an apology in this

p.s. not proofread soz

Jenni decides that she doesn’t mind too much.

She is happy in Mexico, and, just like in Paris, her escape becomes a person, not a place.

You have moved, and now you speak Spanish. She still doesn’t know where you are from.

Your husband, however, is a lot more forthcoming. He works in oil. He owns a quarter of the club; he bought the shares without a second thought. You have no daughter but your husband wants women’s football to have a future. He isn’t a bad man, which Jenni hates.

He is kind – filthy rich, but kind – and it makes it hard to hurt such a good person.

Fortunately, ‘hard’ and ‘impossible’ are not synonymous.

Motherhood brings about no thaw, but your iciness is what has always made you so enticing to Jenni.

She memorises your address, and she is now the one who appears. The security guards open the gates for her when the time is right, and if it isn’t, they hustle her to a nearby bar and instruct her to wait. She waits obediently. She waits because you always call her back at some point.

When you are with Jenni, cold fingertips warmed, eyes burning with desire, the tightrope she walks widens. She plants her feet with certainty, however false it may be. She looks down at the wire to avoid the world that blazes around her, and she never dares to look ahead because she knows that it is never going to be the right time to ask.

It looks ugly, but it’s clean.

Jenni is happy to be with you; happy here in Monterrey, just as she was happy there in Paris.

Happy to hide and drag herself out of your bed past midnight.

His bed. (She tries not to think about it.)

The complicating factor is the two little boys running around the mansion, chased by tired nannies who aren’t sure how to explain why their mother needs to be left alone with their favourite footballer. That’s what Jenni becomes, unluckily, because your husband is so forward-thinking that he takes the boys to see the girls.

Although your piercing eyes can make Jenni shiver, the boys are unaffected. They run rings around everyone, but Jenni can sometimes bark out a command and get them to sit.

Often enough, they sit an appropriate distance from your bedroom, patiently waiting for your private meeting to be over before hounding Jenni the minute she emerges. They take no notice of her tousled hair or wild eyes, and their attention flings Jenni’s tears back inside of her whenever you get a bit too harsh with her, so it’s all good.

When her mother calls and asks why Jenni has learnt French now instead of when she played there, she tells her not to fuss.

Jenni is removed from those who care about her, but the haze of comfort you provide blinds her to her mistakes.

You are hers and she is yours.

She lies in the palm of your hand and likes when your fist closes around her. She feels safe that way.

She likes when there is blood because the blood tastes as sweet as cherry wine. Blood is proof that you are real. Your blood runs hot like tar, and she is glad to be rooted to the spot.

Weeks go by, and Jenni’s latest medal begins to strangle her.

You are starting to fall in love.

It’s never happened before.

It’s not dutiful and it’s not because you are too weak to overcome a woman’s nature; incapable of recoding the innate forces of motherhood. It’s not as taxing or exhausting, and it is certainly not the chore you thought love would be.

Love is radiation, in a sense, and you cannot conceal it.

Jenni is unaware that she should dress herself in lead, but suddenly everything is contaminated and, apparently, it is all her fault.

He’s away.

Jenni knows he is away because he said goodbye to her when he visited the team during their training session. He wished her luck for the match, he professed his faith in her to bring his club success. He is slowly losing the French accent when he speaks, he is slowly catching up to her.

He’s away but this time she can’t shake the feeling of him in your bed.

It’s never happened before.

She still wants it, but her crime is flashing bright red in her mind.

You, guilty too, flee from the lawless land you have built.

“We’re going to the Maldives for our anniversary,” you inform her, even though there is no reason for her to know. She is not this ‘we’.

She’s actually never been included in a ‘we’.

“And the boys?” Jenni asks with interest. She’d prefer them to tag along. It being less romantic would make her feel better.

“The boys are staying here.” You turn around and face the window as she rises from the crumpled sheets. The blinds part enough for you to catch glimpses of laughing figures chasing each other around the poolside, shouts sounding frantically from their nanny about watching their step. “You’ll visit them while I’m away, right? They really like you.”

“I really like them.” You smile. It reaches your eyes and Jenni sees the reflection of it in the glass. Wishing her hands could frame you, she feels encouraged to continue. “I like anything of yours. I adore you.”

Your response is as closed as a fist, but your ribs flare open and your heart is on display, thumping and thumping, and Jenni knows that she is holding the key to a rusted lock. It’s neither shiny nor new, but it is the right one this time.

Jenni guards the key in your absence but she is going to hand it back to you.

She does visit the boys, driving over daily, rolling her eyes when the guards remind her that you are not yet done with your holiday and punctuating her sentences curtly. They ask her about Spain. Jenni finds herself explaining lesbianism too.

She can’t help but associate Spain with people she’d rather not think about, but the boys strike her as perfect blends of you and your husband and she is very quickly forcing those thoughts into her mind.

She books a flight and she goes home, ensuring there is an overlap with your holiday so that you are the one who has to do the welcoming when she returns.

“You’re not really here for work, are you?” Alexia sees right through her, amused by Jenni’s foolishness. “I have a girlfriend, Jenni.”

“I need to forget mine,” Jenni replies quietly.

Her attempt is futile and her desperation wanes the moment her plane lands.

She tried.

She can’t escape from it though; from you.

You are still falling in love with Jenni. Distance didn’t stop it like you thought it would.

You tried.

Your husband grows busier and leaves more often.

There is more time to fall in love with Jenni, and it suffocates you like some brainwashing, poisonous gas.

You search for a cure for your illness, but there is no cure for the absence of infirmity.

Your plan to drive her away is to echo how traumatising Paris must have been, but sleeping with Jenni furiously is infuriating. It doesn’t work!

It doesn’t last, and, like some tired soldier, your fire is blown out and only softer, sweeter, more merciful embers remain.

There is no fight left, but you are in denial.

The battle is lost and won, yet the victor is unclear. Is it Jenni, who is clutched closer and asked to sleep over? Is it you, with a delicious ache in your muscles and steaming blood coursing through your veins?

“Do you love me?”

You pale at how obvious you must have become and you don’t know how to answer.

Jenni decides that she doesn’t mind too much.

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ellaa-writes · 7 months

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The Bëast Within

author note: Part 5! Ok this is the last part till I'm back in November. Will be gone from October 21st till November 18th. I'm getting married and then going on my honeymoon. So enjoy! I'll be working on other parts while I'm away. :) you can find the rest of the series here.

summary: Omegas are rare, in a world full of Alphas and Betas. Being a Omega was not only dangerous but they were highly sought after. After living your life has a Beta in disguise, you meet a scary Alpha, but not any normal alpha. But a gaint Apex Alpha who won't stop at anything to make you his.

tags: Alternative Universe, female reader. Slight smut. Reader edges König into an apology. Slightly submissive König (but don't tell him that.) A/b/o dynamics. Alpha König is big and scary but not to reader. not proof read

König showed his love through acts of kindness and gifts. He felt bad for smashing your phone, and also as you put it "ruined your life". But he knows your just being dramatic, he spent two full days sleeping in one of the spare bedrooms. You didn't leave the master bedroom, only opening the door after König pleaded with you to eat something.

That's why he's currently inside a jewelry store, trying to pick out a gift that says I'm very sorry but I also don't regret doing what I did. The sales person becoming annoyed cause he can not make up his mind so decided to buy all 3, a matching set.

The second day barricaded in the room, you spent most of the time crying in your nest and enjoying the deep soaker tub. König brought you lunch, and also your new phone.

Discarding the food on the dresser you laid in the nest, setting up your phone. Waiting for the thousands of notifications to pop up.

You immediately called Kalina, you missed her voice and knew she's probably in a panic. The phone only rang once before it was picked up. "Please tell me you're alive." you heard her panicked voice on the other line.

"I'm alive." you replied back. "What the fuck is going on?" she all but screamed your name. "It's a complicated story." you tried to explain but she cut you off. "Are you safe, do you need me to call the police? Maybe the military? Who do I need to kill." she was rambling so fast you could barely make out what she was saying.

"Kalina! Hey Kalina! Calm down will you. I'm fine. I'm alright. I don't need any of that." you were finally able to but in. "I went to your apartment and you were gone, like all of it." she explained. Remembering König's actions, rubbing your eyes and pinching the bridge of your nose. "Ugh I know." you didn't know where to start. "It's been a week! A week of no call, no show, no nothing. And Mr. Wojack said you quit? What the hell is going on?" her voice getting higher and higher with each word.

"If you'd shut up I'll explain. It started that night at the club." you started. "We should have never gone." Kalina but in. "Kalina! Please!" you pleaded with her to shut up. "Sorry, sorry!" shaking your head. "Their was a guy there, an Alpha. I guess he sniffed me out, idk how the hell he knew but he followed me home. I woke up to him in my room, and..... and he marked me. That night, and I've been at his place ever since. He helped me through my heat....I think we are mated now." you explained.

The other end was finally quiet, thinking the call dropped until you heard Kalina'a deep sigh." I knew, I knew he would try. I just hoped I got you out of there fast enough." she said, you were confused? She knew? "What do you mean you knew?" you asked. "Don't you remember me pulling you out of the club? Throwing you in that cab?" she asked. It took you a while to thinking back in it, and then I made sense.

She saw him too, just like you did. "You saw him?" you whispered. "It was hard not to." her voice trailing off. You heard a knock on the door, probably König again. "Kalina I gotta go. I call you back later." you told her. Hanging up before she could protest. Leaving your phone on the charger near the bed.

Walking to the door you could see König's shadow underneath. Another knock came "Omega, please let me see you." he pleaded through the wood. If he really wanted to he could break it down, and he was tempted. Since getting a taste of your omega pussy it's all his dick and brain could think about.

"Why should I? So you can lie to me again." you were being a brat but you deserved it. In less than a week you had your home, job and life taken from you. But you also knew your situation could be much worse.

König sighed, he was going to lose his mind if you kept up this act. He had every right mind to knock this door down and make you forgive him. Even when he didn't believe he needed to be forgiven. In the law he had every right to do what he did. Once an omega is claimed she loses all her freedoms and rights. As she now belongs to her Alpha who is responsible in taking care of her. And if he's unfit of that, then the courts step in and interviene. But you were an undocumented Omega and he was a dead excommunicated Alpha.

Slamming his fist against the thick wood, he rolled his neck to try and relieve the tension that's been bothering him. "Please my love, I got you something." in König's other hand held the name brand bag of the jeweler he visited.

Unbeknownst to him, you had been scheming. Spending your time locked in this room, snooping around. Taking out his military uniform and laying it out on the bed. Also finding a few medals that where also stashed away in the closet.

"I'll let you in if you answer some of my questions." Königs ears perked up, what was this? A terrorist negotiation? But the thought of being in your presence, he didn't care. "Whatever you want Omega." his words making you laugh, of course you'll give me what I want, you thought.

König heard the door click, you unlocking the bolt that secured it close. Opening it a bit before stepping away to sit on the bed next to your findings.

König wasted no time in barging right in, about to open his mouth but closing it immediately when he saw his uniform next to you. "What is this?"he asked. His voice getting deep and low, his instincts heightening. He wasn't an animal you wanted to corner and confront but that's exactly what you did.

"That's my question. And I don't want to hear anything from you that isn't a one word answer or anything that's not the truth. You understand?" you fingers ran along the delicate stitching, tracing it slowly. König didn't like any of this.

"If you aren't going to answer me, you can just leave. And take that with you." you pointed to the bag he was holding. He sighed, setting the bag down on the dresser. Leaning against it, he was feared far and wide. The stories men told about him, yet here you are. Standing up to him, and not backing down. The Beast was proud, laughing loudly in König's head. Mocking him for not being able to control you. But that's not what he wanted, he didn't want to control you he just wanted to make you happy. And right now you were not and it was his fault.

Slowly you were wearing him down, his dick hard and throbbing in his pants. Begging and pleading with him to do whatever you wanted just so it can feel you wrapped around it again.

"I served in the Austrian Special Forces, but things came up and now I'm here." hoping his answer sated you. He crossed his arms staring at you, dragging his eyes up and down your body. "Why did you leave?" you asked. Curious about the Alpha in front of you, his aura was dark and mysterious. "It no longer served a purpose in my life. I... uh I do different work now. Similar but different. That's all you need to know." König was trying his best to answer you but to also keep you safe from his world.

You sighed "König you said you'd tell me anything I wanted." you eyed the giant Alpha in front of you. The sight of him alone making you want to heel over and crawl to him. But it was just your horny omega brain. "I am Omega, there's things you wouldn't understand. I'll do anything to keep you safe." König was growing more frustrated. Pushing himself off of the dresser and making his way to you. Getting down on his knees and placing his head in your lap.

"I'm trying to keep you safe and protected. Don't you understand." he looked up into your eyes. His eyes pleading with you, his bottom lip sticking out. "Than say your sorry." you told him. Lightly brushing your hand through his hair. You slightly started to part you thighs, revealing a silky pair of panties under the dress you were wearing.

Königs ears began to ring, his mouth becoming wet with anticipation. If he was a youngling he'd might even start foaming. The smell of your wet Omega pussy hit his nose, a low growl starting deep in his belly. He tried to push your dress up more but was received with a smack. Knocking his prying hands away, he hated when you did that.

Nobody he knew would dare raise a finger at him and since knowing you, that seemed like your favourite thing to do.

"No." you scolded him like a juvenile pup. "Not until you say you are sorry." he heard your words but his mind and eyes couldn't leave the sight of your pussy. The fabric of the silky panties hugged you lips, a small wet spot slowly forming. König knew from that moment on you were going to be the death of him.

Only if one of his men could see him, if one of the many people he's snuffed out could look upon him from hell. To see this feared Alpha on his knees, drooling at the sight of sweet omega pussy. They would laugh, they would mock him. Just like The Beast was doing now, his laughter louder than anything.

König licked his lips and closed his eyes. Taking a moment to clear his mind, too shut up The Beast and to try and not cum in his pants.

"Omega, I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry. I'll never do anything and I mean anything without your approval." he was a starved man, if you told him to walk into fire he would. "Omega I promise to serve and worship you till the end of mine time." he didn't know what else he could say.

You smiled, your eyes turning bright at the words your Alpha was saying. Your heart skipped a beat and your pussy gushed with more fluid. Pushing up your dress a little and tilting your pelvis till it was in König's face.

"I forgive you." you said. You hands tangling themselves in his hair once again. König mouth attached its self to your clothed pussy. Sucking on the wet spot, trying to ripping through the material with his teeth.

Trying once again to touch you with his hands but only stopped when you smacked them again. He really hated that. "No, just your mouth. And be a good boy and I'll let you fuck me." you told him. Spreading you legs open even more, resting you left leg over his shoulder.

Yes, you were going to kill him. But he didn't care, as long as he died by your pussy he didn't care at all.

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lets-get-saucy · 4 months

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All You Can Eat – Emily Sonnett x reader (smut)

Summary: I mean, the title kinda says it all

Warnings: smut with the tiniest bit of plot ;)

Normally, Emily was the one in the relationship to do all the cooking. It wasn’t that you couldn’t cook, you just didn’t like too. Plus, Emily’s cooking just tasted better. Tonight, however, was one of the rare nights that you were in charge of dinner. Emily had a late practice tonight and knowing she would be tired and hungry after, you told her you would make dinner.

You decided on something easy that you knew Emily would also enjoy, pasta. How hard could it be? You just boil the noodles and dump them in sauce. Simple. Sure you could make something a little more complicated but pasta was good and there’s no way you could mess it up.

You were just pouring the noodles into the boiling water when you heard Emily walk through the door.

“Babe?” she called out, you could hear her taking her shoes off, before setting her keys down.

“In here love” you called back.

Stirring in the noodles, you felt two arms wrap around your waist. Emily’s front to you back as she held you. She placed a kiss to your neck sending shivers down your spine. Leaning your head to the side to allow her better access, you tried to focus on the pasta in front of you.

“Someone’s needy today”

“Just missed you” Emily said, placing more kisses along your neck, her fingers softly moving against your lower stomach.

Turning around in her arms you place a kiss to her lips, your arms wrapping around her neck pulling her closer. Emily nips at your bottom lip before pulling away slightly causing you to frown.

“What are you cooking?” she ask, her fingers squeezing your hips.

“Just some pasta,” you say before turning back around to check on the noodles.

Emily rest her head on your shoulder, her fingers still taunting you. In another pot you put sauce, stirring it around trying to focus as Emily’s fingers trace the waist band of your shorts.

“Babe, I’m trying to cook” you push back against her.

This only eggs Emily on more as she grips your hips pulling you into her so your body is flush against hers causing a gasp to slip out.

“I’m not doing anything, just admiring my girlfriend cook dinner,” you can her the smirk in her voice.

She kisses the back of your neck before resting her head back on your shoulder. It's becoming harder to concentrate as need pulses through you.

Emily lets out a chuckle as you almost drop the spoon you were using to stir the sauce when she bites at your sweet spot.

You could feel how wet you were getting, “Em, please.”

“Just keep cooking baby” she says against your neck, her hands slipping slightly under the waist band of your shorts.

Cooking pasta never requires that much attention but your mind was now completely preoccupied. One of Emily’s hands dipped into your underwear, her fingers tracing down your slit.

“You’re so wet for me,” she moaned biting at your ear.

You lean back against her, one hand gripping the edge of the stove the other grabbing Emily’s forearm. Her fingers lightly brush against your clit causing you to moan. Her fingers softly work at your clit, you try to move your hips, needing more, but Emily’s other hand has a firm grasp on you hip holding you in place.

Taking her hand out of your shorts, Emily brings her fingers up to her mouth sucking on them.

“so sweet” she moans.

Turning around in her arms to face her, you grab her neck pulling her in for a kiss. You can taste yourself on her lips as your tongue traces her bottom lip.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you,” Emily said in between kisses as she moved down your neck “its been distracting me all day.”

“Em, please” you say with a whine.

That was all it took for Emily to lift you up, your legs wrapping around her waist, before she sat you down on the counter away from the stove. Lips never leaving yours, her tongue slips in your mouth, while her hands knead at your ass. Moaning your rock your hips forward needing some kind of friction. Pulling away, Emily takes your shirt off, sucking and biting at your collarbones as she slides your bra straps down your arms before taking it off.

“Gorgeous,” she mutters, her hands tracing up your sides.

You nipples are hard under her gaze. One of Emily’s hands comes up to play with your nipple, softly teasing. You can’t hold back a moan as Emily’s mouth connects with your nippl,e her tongue swirling around it. Your hands find her hair as you arch into her touch. Emily’s hands run down your thighs, scratching gently before moving back up to your shorts. You lift your hips to help her get your shorts off, the cold air hitting your center causing you to shiver, goosebumps spreading across your skin. Emily grabs your hips again pulling you to the edge of the counter, her thumps stroke at your inner thighs making you clench around nothing.

“Look at you baby,” she says leaning back to look down at you, “already a mess for me.”

“Emily just touch me already,” you say, your body thrumming with need.

Emily arches an eyebrow at you moving her hands down you thighs, further away from where you need them. You huff in annoyance. Emily had worked you up and was taking her sweet time with you.

“Want to try that again baby girl?” Emily ask, her hands barely touching you now.

“Please touch me, I need you so bad,” you say with a pout.

“That’s better,” the blonde smirks at you.

Emily leans down pressing a kiss to your lower stomach as her hands move you legs apart even further allowing her full access to your core. You’re practically dripping and cant help the gasp that leaves your lips as she nips at your inner thigh. Emily knees down on the floor in front of you placing your legs on her shoulders.

The sight of Emily between your legs almost has you coming undone without her even really touching you yet. Her fingers scratch up your thighs before she grabs your hips holding you in place.

“god, I don’t think I’ll ever get over seeing you like this” Emily says before licking up your slit.

Your fingers fist her hair trying to pull her closer, “Emily please.”

She gives in to your plea, her tongue finding you clit circling it before licking down to your entrance dipping her tongue in. You moan arching back as her nose brushes against your clit. Licking back up you, her tongue finds your clit again and you grind your hips into Emily’s face.

“Do you want my fingers baby?” the blonde ask, pulling away for a second.

“god, yes”

“Yes what?” Emily stops what she’s doing causing you to whine.

“Yes please.” You say and are rewarded with two of her fingers entering you.

Emily’s tongue goes back to your clit, this time with more pressure. Her fingers start off slow, building you up but the combination of her fingers pumping in and out of you as well as her tongue on your clit has you overcome with pleasure. Emilys free hand holds your hips still, keeping you close to her face. She picks up the speed of her fingers, thrusting into you hitting your g-spot with each thrust perfectly timed with her tongue. You feel your orgasm begin to build low in your stomach.

“I’m so close baby,” you manage to get out.

“Be a good girl and come for me,” Emily says, her fingers somehow increasing their pace.

Emily swirls her tongue around your clit, gently sucking. Her actions send you over the edge, your orgasm washing over you. Moans and Emilys name fill the kitchen as Emily works you through your orgasm. Your breathless as you come down, Emily licking up your juices, pressing the occasional kiss.

“You did so good baby,” Emily says as she gently takes your legs off her shoulders before standing.

You pull her into your body, wrapping your legs around her waist. Emily tucks some of your hair behind your ear before kissing your lips.

“The pasta,” you say, pulling back with a jolt.

You could smell the food burning, the scent burning your nose, Emily just laughs pulling you back to her.

“It’s okay baby, I just ate” she says with a wink.

Rolling your eyes you here her stomach growl. You look at her with one eyebrow arched.

“Okay so maybe we can just order food,” Emily offers.

“I like that idea,” you say pulling her back in for another kiss.

#emily sonnett #emily sonnett x reader #emily sonnett imagine #emily sonnett one shot #woso imagine #woso #woso x reader #smut #uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #nwsl #uswnt

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hard-core-super-star · 4 months

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kissing in the crossfire [K.Bishop]

pairing: kate bishop x anti-hero!reader

summary: you and kate are better off apart. unfortunately, you can't stay away from each other long enough to realize some puzzle pieces aren't meant to fit together.

warnings: mentions of blood + injuries; so much bickering; sprinkles of important backstory stuff; kate and R are exes and it's complicated; technically angst but there's humor :) [kate does aim her bow at R though so...yeah]

wordcount: 1.9k

a/n: GUESS WHO'S BACK AFTER SAYING THEY WERE BACK AND THEN DISAPPEARING PRACTICALLY ALL MONTH? ...did you guess right? anywho, this is a long-awaited request made by 🧞‍♀️ anon a LONG while ago. i...got a little carried away with this so do with that information what you will. i'll probably come back with some fluff to make up for this later. anyway, hope you enjoy, sending you love <3

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“You can’t be serious.”

“I wouldn’t be here if I had anywhere else to go, Bishop.” You offer her a smile from your spot on her kitchen counter. “By the way, you should probably hide your spare key somewhere else, that plant is too obvious.”

She opens her mouth, ready to say something witty back, but she stops once she fully notices your appearance. The torn-up clothes, the bruises scattered across your face, the blood trailing from your busted lip. She crosses the space between you in an instant, concern written all over her features despite how hard she tries to hide it.

“What happened?”

“Had an unfortunate run-in with some old friends of ours,” you explain. “I think they’re still holding a grudge.”

She sighs but you can't tell if it's because of your injuries or the ones you've inflicted tonight. “Stay right there. I’ll be right back.”

“Where else would I go?” you reply, the slightest hint of sarcasm in your tone.

Kate either doesn't hear you or pretends not to in favor of walking away to find her first-aid kit. You could tell her most of the blood on your clothes isn't yours but that would only serve to start up the same old argument with her.

An argument that cost you the only healthy relationship you've ever had.

Although, in your defense, it’s not like the archer is entirely blameless for what happened…not that she’d ever admit that out loud when it’s so much easier to blame all your mutual problems on your lack of self-restraint.

“How bad is it?” Her voice brings you out of your thoughts but, unfortunately for you, your reality is just as bad as the memories attached to those blue eyes.

You shrug. “I’ve had better days.”

“Yeah, no kidding, idiot.”

It’s impossible to stop yourself from rolling your eyes at her words even if you know there’s nothing but concern under her sarcasm. Concern that’s evident in the way she approaches you, soft and hesitant and nothing like the impulsive archer you know her to be.

It’s exactly the care you want, the care you need. You need Kate like the oxygen you breathe but you can’t bring yourself to let your walls down again. Maybe it’s stupid or petty or maybe you just like arguing with her a bit too much.

“You’re a terrible nurse,” you complain as she stands between your legs, a silent question shining in the depths of her eyes.

You send the smallest of nods her way despite how ridiculous her nervousness is. You’ve had more intimate moments than this and yet she lifts your shirt out of the way with the shakiest hands you’ve ever seen. You’d make fun of her if you weren’t just as nervous as she is right now.

It's the kind of nervousness that comes with the vulnerability you can't show around anyone else.

You've always had to be the strong one. The fast one. The one with unrelenting fists and an even more unrelenting sense of duty, whether that duty falls on the right side of the law or not. But Kate’s always been the one that looks through all of that…except your tendency to sort problems out with your fists.

You flinch when she drags an antiseptic wipe over the small gash across your stomach. “What happened to the warning?” You grumble, pretending like you can’t see the small smile that spreads along her face.

“You seemed too spaced out to need one.”

“So charming, no wonder all the girls throw themselves at you when you walk by.”

“Oh, shut up. It’s not like you have an empty bed every night either.”

You know what she means but you can’t stop yourself from making fun of her. There are few things in the world that bring you as much joy as watching Kate trip over her own words.

“Are you calling me a whore, Bishop?” All it takes is a subtle raise of your eyebrow to send the brunette into a flustered ramble.

“What? No! Of course not- I mean, not that there’s anything, um, wrong with that, but-”

The sound of your uncontrollable laughter manages to stop her before she digs herself into a bigger hole. The laughter shakes your entire body and you both have to try really hard to ignore the way her hands brush against your skin every time you make those small movements.

Not so long ago, she would have taken the opportunity to wrap her arms around you and pull you close. Today, she merely watches you laugh at her with the rosiest cheeks you’ve seen lately.

“You’re an asshole,” she says, rolling her eyes before going back to patching you up.

Although, her version of “patching you up” pretty much only involves disinfecting the area and wrapping some gauze around your waist. She’s learned a lot from Clint but she’s still absolutely clueless when it comes to these things. Which forces you to question why you’re even here in the first place…except you don’t want to accept the answer.

She finishes her work on your stomach without another witty comment despite how badly she wants to point out how badly you flinch every time she moves. Instead of doing that, she settles her attention on your face. Mainly your bleeding lip and bruised jaw.

“Hold still.” Her whispered words are the only warning you get before she takes your face in her hands. You flinch and let out a soft groan when her fingers brush said bruise but you don’t move away. You’re captivated by those soft blue eyes despite how badly you wish you weren’t.

“Kate.” You don’t mean to say her name but it slips out before you can stop it. “You don't have to. You…you’ve done enough. I should go.”

“You’re still bleeding,” she says as if that’s enough of a reason.

And maybe it would be.

But there’s too much baggage between you for that.

“And whose fault is that?”

You don’t know why you say it, you just know you’re still hurt and that soft look on her face isn’t helping you accept the past. What happened isn’t really her fault, you know that. Accidents happen all the time in your line of business but she promised she would be there.

And she wasn’t.

And now you have two less family members and an unbelievable amount of people who want Kate’s head delivered to them in a box.

Kate Bishop single-handedly ruined your life by being the idiotic fool you love more than anything. But love doesn’t fit anywhere on your list of responsibilities. At least not anymore.

“y/n,” she sighs. “Let me help. Let me fix it.”

For a second, it sounds like she’s begging you to stay. To ignore the past and the many reasons why you should walk out that door and never talk to her again.

Her shaky hands pull you closer to her, drawing you in toward her sad eyes and parted lips. All you can do is watch, rendered speechless by her mere existence and the hammering of your heart as it tries to escape your chest.

It’s not until her mouth is mere inches away from yours that you manage to escape her spell.

“You can’t fix this.”

That’s the only warning you give her before you shrug her hands off your face and rise to your feet. You pretend you can’t see the thin layer of tears that gathers in her eyes as you force yourself to walk away.

It’s not until you slam her front door behind you that she breaks down.

And maybe you do too but you’ll never let her know that.

Needless to say, you spend the next few days miserable and irritable as hell. Which means you’re quick to accept the first job that gets thrown your way…without reading the entire folder filled with important information.

You only know who your target is and where he’ll be…with special security, courtesy of the Young Avengers.

Turns out, reading the entirety of the folders you’re given is a good idea, who would’ve thought, right?

Things fall apart almost as soon as they start due to you getting too into your own head about things and messing up your perfectly crafted plan, resulting in more than a few punches to the jaw and missed gunshots. Your target attempts to flee onto the roof and you’re quick to follow after him, leaving a huge scene in the lobby of the fanciest building you’ve ever been in.

You make it onto the roof in record time, ready to chase after your target but of course, when have things ever been easy?

“y/n!”

You groan, cursing Kate’s awful timing. “Do we have to do this right now?”

The answer comes in the form of an arrow whizzing right past your ear.

Your shock morphs into anger in no less than five seconds, forcing you to forget your mission in favor of yelling at the idiotic archer you can’t help but still love. It’s more than obvious to you that Kate’s just trying to waste your time but you’ve never been one to walk away from an argument with her.

“Did you just shoot one of your stupid arrows at me?” You turn around to face her, quickly realizing she’s still aiming at you, her eyebrows furrowed in concentration while she watches you. “What the hell are you doing?”

“What the hell are you doing?” She responds. “Do you know who you’re working for?”

“You already know the answer to that,” you say while barely suppressing the urge to roll your eyes at her.

“Then you know exactly what I’m doing.”

Kate’s focus is unbreakable. She pays no mind to anything but her perfectly aimed bow and your reactions. The stray hairs that have fallen out of her ponytail are completely ignored, only serving to capture her and her natural perfection, the one that’s filled with chaos and stubbornness and a fire that’s unlike anything you’ve ever known.

You’re more than used to that fire…you’ve just never had it directed at you in the shape of a sharp arrow aimed right at your face.

If you were anyone else, maybe someone gentle or someone patient, or maybe someone not weighed down by so much trauma, you’d do the right thing and talk to the archer like an adult. But you’re not anyone else. You’re someone who thinks better with their fists than with their head.

And for a split second, you almost treat Kate like she’s anyone else other than the one person you’ve always loved.

“You’re-”

Your complaint gets cut short the second she lets her arrow fly.

It finds its target a few inches away from your feet and if Kate were to look hard enough, she’d find the real fear that’s started to slip into your features. “Don’t move.”

You swallow down the urge to spit out a snarky response at her face.

“Are you seriously going to shoot me?”

The seconds that go by are unbearable. You can hear the wind and the tension it carries between the two of you, you can make out the sound of New York traffic on the streets below, and if you focus hard enough, you can even hear Kate’s heavy breathing.

What you don’t hear, though, is an answer.

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wheredidhiseyebrowsgo · 5 months

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Jeff Davis just ruined everything! Everything! Do you know if there's any fix-it fics yet!

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Anonymous asked:

Love your page! Can you recommend fix-it fics for the movie?

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do you know if there are any tw movie sterek fix it fics yet?

thanks❤️😂

“Take me back.” by Theo4thestars

(1/? I 979 I Not Rated I Sterek)

Stiles finds out Derek is dead. He’s hurt. He finds out Allison is alive. He’s never been more happy. He’s conflicted so he goes home.

we're all burning. by unholyturtle

(2/2 I 2,400 I Explicit I Sterek)

Stiles came home and Derek did not die.

Broken Things (It's Complicated) by PalenDrome (nerdherderette)

(1/1 I 3,880 I General I Sterek)

It's been fifteen years, and Derek still has feelings about that Jeep.

Crawling back to you by ads1008

(1/1 I 10,901 I General i Sterek)

Stiles gets a call from Eli that Derek has died. He runs home in time to be at the funeral where Eli barrels into him crying shaking like he is five years old again after a nightmare. Stiles holds him tight looking up at the pack he walked away from years ago. The ones that hurt him and his family too many times to count. His eyes landed on Scott, who looked sad and sorry. Stiles didn’t care for his pity. Rage boiled in him at just seeing his ex-best friend. The man that almost ruined everything for them 15 years ago but it looks like he already did. Stiles pulled Eli away, handing him off to his dad. Stiles walked over landing a hard punch to Scott’s temple.

“What did you do?” Stiles shouted.

Stiles knew he had to bring back the love of his life and the father of his son, with the help of Lydia and the rest of the gang. Stiles must fight one last demon of his own to bring Derek back. By doing so, secrets of the past fifteen years will be told. His young son, Eli, will know more about himself and his parents than either Stiles or Derek was ready to share.

We'll Take On The World by lookingforatardis

(1/1 I 26,000 I Mature I Sterek)

Derek grew quiet, eyes searching Stiles’ face. “It’s called True Mates.” “Do you think we…” he started, but cut himself off. He wasn’t sure he wanted an answer. “Maybe,” Derek nodded anyway, eyes cast down. Their hands were intertwined on the bed where they sat, and Stiles traced Derek’s knuckles with his fingers. “How would we know?” Derek sighed and leaned over to rest his head against Stiles’ shoulder. “There’s always a sign."

No More Martyr Bullsh*&t by Arieanna

(12/12 I 35,230 I Mature I Sterek)

Thank god someone had the brains to call him. Now he was running through the preserve to that stupid stump, hoping that he gets there before it's too late and he loses his reason for living.

"X" marks the spot by mmspring

(3/3 I 39,796 I General I Sterek)

"Please, bring my nephew back" Stiles stays silent for a second, before clearing his throat and speaking again. "Do you remember that time when you asked if someone in this town could stay dead?" he asks, and waits for the other man to confirm that he, indeed, remembers. "Well, let's hope the answer is still no".

Stiles has to save the day once again, but he doesn't want the recognition for it.

Nothing Ever Stays Dead by Violet_Michelle

(22/22 I 79,189 I Mature I Sterek)

Following Derek’s death, Eli took the Jeep and went to find the only person he thought could get his dad back.

Yoda Said It Best by OKDeanna, thePurebloodPrat

(21/21 I 99,128 I Explicit I Sterek)

Derek Hale knows he as a problem. Contrary to what some might believe, he isn’t stupid. He knows the Jeep has meaning to him, real meaning. The kind of meaning that he doesn’t want to think about, let alone stop and have to analyze. Except… his son keeps pushing him about it, prodding at him, and then before Derek knows it, Stiles is back in Beacon Hills, driving the one thing in the world Derek wishes he never had to set eyes on again. If Derek isn’t careful, he could open himself up to a fall, and that would affect more than just his son but also his own traitorous heart. Because with Stiles back, Derek finally has hope again, and its making him want the things he knows better than to ever crave: a home, a future, a life—love.

One-Sentence Premise: To find the happiness they both crave, a lonely stressed-out single dad and a disillusioned FBI agent must confront their shared past and accept the feelings that have always existed between them.

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #dad!derek #bamf!stiles #anon

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officialstrawhat · 7 months

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He Still Gets Jealous

Ace x Fem!Reader

Hello! As always hope you like it!

I got the idea for this story from @creativepromptsforwriting it was #5 on their Jealousy prompt list!

Gif is not mine. Not Edited.

Word Count: 644

Don't get him wrong Ace was thrilled he found Luffy. In Alabasta of all places, with his very own crew, he could hardly believe it. They were good people. They seemed to keep his little brother in check and look out for one another. It reminded him of his days as the captain of the Spade Pirates.

Or just when it was you and him...

You had been the first person he met after he sailed away at seventeen and the first to join his crew. He was thankful you had stuck by him over the last few years. You'd even saved his ass a few times. Which you would never let him forget by the way.

But as to what you and Ace were, well that was complicated...

Words of admiration were exchanged between you two more often than not. Lingering touches were a common occurrence. Ace would even kiss you on the forehead tenderly after every battle you fought.

And for the last couple months, You and Ace had been tracking down Blackbeard. At first, he resisted you coming with him; this was something he could have handled himself. Not to mention it was his duty as the captain of your division.

Yet you continued to insist on your involvement. You went as far as tracking him down when he first left. Eventually Ace relented. He shouldn't have been surprised. You were as hard-headed as he was. Even now you were still hard at work charting a course to the next island. Ace looked down from the upper deck of the ship to see you sitting on a large barrel reading your map. He loved how focused you were. It was like you were in your own little world.

However there was just one feeling Ace couldn't shake… It had started as soon as you stepped foot onto his brothers ship. He just didn't know what it was.

“Y/N- Swan!” Sanji sang out from the lower deck, “Here’s that tea you asked for, three sugars just like you wanted.”

“Thank you Sanji.” You told him with a kind smile putting your papers back in your bag.

Ace clenched his jaw. There was that feeling again.

“Can I get you anything else darling?!”

“Well I’d love a snack-”

“I’m on it!” Sanji told you with hearts in his eyes “Don't move I'll be right back!” With that, the love-struck blonde man whizzed back into the kitchen.

“Is that guy bugging you?”

You looked up to see Ace leaning against the upper deck railing.

“No, no he’s harmless” you told a skeptical looking Ace.

He jumped over the railing to land next to you. “I’m not so sure”

You chuckled, “I don’t see what the big deal is. He’s just being nice”

“Yeah a little to nice” he sounded upset now.

You scrunched your eyebrows in confusion. Then it dawned on you, “Oh my god, are you jealous?”

“I’m not jealous” he scoffed “It’s just- He shouldn't go after other people's girlfriends!”

You were shocked at his confession. And even Ace had realized what he said.

“Girlfriend, huh” you smile.

“Well- yeah.” he rubbed his neck. Dammit this was not how he wanted to tell you.

Though it looked like you didn’t mind at all. You stood and walked over to him until your faces were only inches apart. “I was starting to think you’d never call me that.”

He stared at your lips before leaning in. Your lips were soft. Softer than Ace had ever dreamed they'd be. When you both parted, Ace opened his eyes to see you already smiling up at him. “There was no reason to be jealous you know.”

He chuckled softly and kissed you again. You can tell Ace that all you want. But so long as others tried anything with you. He would still get jealous.

#one piece x reader #portgas d ace x reader #jealousy #portgas d ace x fem!reader

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stinmybubs · 6 days

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"Do It For Us." Pt.4

AN: I LIED SHE IS IN UA CUZ SHIKETSU IS TOO STRICT AND SHE NEEDS CREATIVE FREEDOM.

Summery: quirkless and weak, two words treat have defined this girl for too long. She can be useful to her friends, she can finally carve out a way into the hero life. From the sidelines. But…Izuku has a quirk? When? How? He’s a liar….

M. Izuku x AFAB! Reader x B. Katsuki

Pt.1 | Pt.2 | Pt.3

Being an inventor had opened your eyes, so many possibilities with creating things you realize heros will need. Some quirks can’t be regulated without support items which means you would be a vital part of history!

And some quirks weren’t hard to replicate. In a way you could research quirks and make your own. You had so many plans and ideas to share, especially after taking your first step in your classroom.

You felt your heart racing, transferring a month into school was stressful, everyone already knew each other and probably had clicks.

The support course, you were able to branch off after your main classes into the little indoor laboratories or whatever they’re called to create. Of course of of them were taken, two people in one garage.

Of course you were lucky enough to have one more spot so you didn’t have to walk across the entire school to get to an empty one. The teacher had told you that your partner will be a girl since of your record.

You nervously approach the lab, a box of blueprints and tools in your hands and you push the door open to see a girl with a big smile on her face laughing maniacally while creating her creations.

“My babies will be perfect! After I showcase these babies they’ll have to recruit me and buy my precious babies!” The pink haired girl cheered holding one of her ‘babies’ in the air.

You simply sneak into the room, making your way to the long desk across the room. Surprisingly it was empty, you thought since she was alone she’d take up the whole space.

“Hiya!” You felt a hand suddenly on your shoulder making you scream. “Oh my god!” You drop your box on the desk turning around to see the pink haired girl who had grime all over her face smiling at you.

“I was told a female transfer student will need space! So I kicked the guy who was in here outta here!! Of course I wanna work with a girl! We can create precious babies together! By the way the names Mei Hatsume! Wanna see some of my babies!? Oo what’s in here!” The girl was spouting so much you couldn’t even comprehend anything she was saying, everything was happening so fast.

It kind of reminded you of Izuku.

“Oh! That’s just my blueprints…I wanna see if I can replicate complicated quirks maybe even see if you can like I dunno…change some? An example would be if Mount lady could control her size! It would be super useful especially when navigating a large city with cramped roads. Mount lady would-“ you cut yourself off as you saw the girl listening intently, you face flushing realizing you were rambling like Izuku normally would.

“That’s a brilliant idea! Me and you are gonna get along just fine! You’re also just in time for the sports festival! It’s literally in 2 days!” She cheered helping you set up your side of the room.

Mei was a doll, you loved her bright energy and her ability to create was grand! You two spent the day going over blue prints and possible tools you could bring to the sports festival.

This is where you heard that class 1-A was the most popular class right now, the hero course. That’s where you could assume where Bakugou and Izuku was, well either 1-A or 1-B.

“Yeah that Bakugou guy is a real snob!” You flinch at the name, currently you were fetching some history books with a fellow classmate to stock up in your home room class.

“Yeah should’ve known class 1-A would be to egotistical. Only a select few get into the hero course.”

Class 1-A huh? You thought, spacing out at the thought of visiting Bakugou. He’s only a few halls away, you could totally just pop in. But we’re you ready?

“Ah!” You didn’t know what was happening, one minute you were walking with a stacks of books the next you were falling. Turns out a whole group of students starting bombarding the halls.

“What the hell!?” You look around, picking yourself up noticing the group of students making their way down the halls. “They late for class or?”

“Nah, they’re checkin out class 1-A, not only did they survive a real villian attack but in the sports festival they can switch you into the hero class if they see you fit for it. Meaning some kids, gonna get moved out.” Your class mate stated, helping you pick up your books that you had dropped.

“It’s not like I wanna get in so…-“ your class mate continued talking while you stared down the hall. Thoughts racing through your mind. You hadn’t seen Bakugou in months.

I wonder how he’s doing…

I’m just not ready.

The days before the sports festival past quickly, you told mei that you didn’t think you could participate in the sports festival due to your anxiety. She understood right away and told you she will represent your babies at the festival in your steed.

Mei was such a sweet girl, she always knew exactly what to say to you and how to make you feel better. You felt so lucky.

You watched from the area your class was assigned, you were basically the only one there as all the classes walked into the large stadium. You heart raced, you immediately could see the two you longed to see the most.

They haven’t changed. You smile watching as the classes line up to listen to the hero Midnight announce the rules and who’s going to sing the pledge.

“Bakugou Katsuki!” The skimpy suited hero yelled, unexpected. You thought that Katsuki would be the last person to represent a class, due to his very aggressive behavior. You simply watched as he walked up into the podium, hands stuck in his pockets.

“I just wanted to say. That I’m gonna win.”

Oh my god…

Your jaw drops and you cover your mouth, trying to hold your laughter in. God damn it Katsu! Honestly you should’ve known he’d do something like this, his bold confidence was something I’m you used to admire. Come to think of it you were doing fine seeing him.

MaybeI am ready…

But you just didn’t want to risk it, ruining your own life after another episode, you don’t think you would ever recover from another episode. Especially after finding your calling.

As the games went on, you watched the first event intently, seeing Bakugou fighting for first place gave you a rush of your own. You couldn’t help but be internally rooting for him.

Until you saw Izuku flying past the the two boys fighting for first place. Your eyes widen, like in slow motion you saw the boy you admired all your life. Izu..

You stood up in your chair, now you had no clue who to root for! Woah! Izu is so smart…he used the bombs to propel himself in front of the rest of them. He always was the smart one, you know instead of a hero he couldn’t taken the support course. With that brain he could make fine equipment for hero’s.

Your smile fades, how did he get into the hero course..? Only the best of the best, with quirks can get in…

Before your mind begins to race, you quickly calm yourself down, settling back in your seat to continue watching the race play out.

As the games went on, the Calvary battle gave you a good laugh watching Bakugou fly around and angrily yell at his teammates.

You smile as both your childhood friends made it to the finals, Bakugou was fighting a cute girl! And Izuku was fighting a todoroki. Well the only fights you were interested in paying any attention to, you kind of spaced out for the rest of the fights until theirs came.

Well of course you had a very good laugh when Mei toyed with that glasses guy!

Finally it was Bakugou’s fight, of course you were voting for him. Watching as he basically bullied the girl, her quirk…they said it was gravity right. Yknow if I had it I would. Then you realized what she was doing, looking up to see the broken pieces of the stage floating above the stadium.

I fucking love her. You thought excitedly, you kind of hoped this would work, the girl was tirelessly charging herself at your blonde haired friend. Hearing the crowd booing Bakugou broke your heart, not only for Bakugou but the fact that they’re totally underestimating this girl!

One of the announcers lectured the heros booing him, as the rocks came falling down, it was an amazing sight. Woah! The hero course is so…amazing. But with one blast Bakugou countered her attack basically ending the fight there after the girl collapsed due to exhaustion.

You felt a hand land on your shoulder startling you as you realize it was just Mei. “Did you see our babies Y/n! They did so good! Don’t worry if any agencies ask about them I’ll let them know you helped me too! And of course some of them are your design.” She cheered giving you the biggest hug as you watch Izuku step out onto the stage.

You tuned out the world during this fight, there was no way he was going to win. Especially without a quirk. Your memory remembered the time where he told you that he had a chance to get in. Does that mean…? No…so was he not quirkless? Did he find out he had one?

So he wasn’t like you?

As the fight when on, he managed to counter every attack which made your heart sink. Confirming your thoughts as you watch his bones break with each powerful use of his quirk.

He had a quirk? When? Since when did he get a quirk?

You didn’t know how or when. All you knew is that he wasn’t like you anymore, he wasn’t quirkless. A weakling it be pushed around all your life, a defenseless bug to be squashed underneath everyone’s feet.

Or was he just lying…did he lie about not having a quirk? Laughing behind your back all these years as he pretended to be your friend? Your alley? Your only hope? Your mind raced with thoughts you didn’t even know you had streams of tears rushing from your eyes down your face, Mei calling out your name.

Since you weren’t budging, staring at the fight as she Mei quickly rushed you out into a waiting room. “Is everything okay Y/n!?? What happened?” You snap back to reality, just breaking down in tears.

You felt like a fool. You felt so betrayed, your heart felt so broken in that very moment. You couldn’t be here anymore, you couldn’t.

“Did you hear?”

“Yeah some girl from the support course was in tears over this fight.”

“Heard it was a quirkless transfer.”

“I wonder what that was about.”

Katsuki rolled his eyes at the bumbling rumors going around the students, watching as Izuku and todoroki fought.

“Her name I think was.. Y/n L/n?” He immediately perked up, turning to the class that was sitting above them to try to listen closer. She must’ve saw Deku usin that stupid quirk. What a fuckin idiot. Katsuki clenched his fist, getting out of his seat to fines you.

He needed to see you.

At least one more time.

AN: maybe this will be a long term series I keep cutting off the romance 😭 IM SO SORRY I LOVE YOU GUYS Xoxo Stinmybubs

#mha x reader #bakugou x reader #mha bakugou #mha fanfiction #mha writing #bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugo x reader #mha angst #bakugou headcanons #izuku midoryia x you #izuku angst #izuku midoria x reader #izuku x reader #mha izuku #deku angst #deku x reader

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pablitogavii · 1 year

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Can you do a gavi trying to prank reader when there with the wags n team. Like pedri and the others telling gavi “you should tell her you wanna break up w her” while reader went to the bathroom,and gavi dose it but little dose gavi know pedi n the others tell reader what he’s going to do so she can play along because they wanna get him back because he pulls a lot of pranks on them and when they get home gavi gives reader a punishment?

Since you guys enjoy "Prank Wars" so much, here is another one ;)

"She always does it to me, hermano. I fucking hate getting pranked!" Pablo said to the boys while they were in the gym getting some training done and they all laughed about the last prank you pulled on him.

"Now you know how we feel with your constant pranking" Pedri reminded him and Pablo rolled his eyes saying that is completely different.

"Why don't you prank her then? Show her how it feels?" Ansu suggested and Gavi quite liked that idea thinking of the prank he should do on you.

"Maybe I should do a breakup prank? They are blowing up on TikTok right now?" Pablo said now determined to give you a taste of your own medicine.

"Hermano, that's a mean one.." Pedri said but Pablo shrugged it off reminding him that you pretended to cheat on him for a prank last time.

"I'm with Pedri, you know how girls react on those kinds of pranks man...mine made me sleep on a couch for a week..my back is still messed up" Ferran said making everyone laugh but Pablo has already made up his mind smirking mischievously.

pablitoo: amor, I forgot my running shoes at home. Could you bring them to the camp??

You shook your head at you forgetful boyfriend, grabbing his shoes and getting into a car to drive to the camp when another text message caught your eye.

pedri: amiga!!! on behalf of the team, pablo is planning on pranking you. he's gonna pretend he wants to break up. please get his ass back cause we're tired of his pranks at the camp :)

You smirked knowing that sooner or later Pablo will try to get you back after all the pranks you've been pulling on him recently. But he didn't know what he was getting himself into and you were excited to prank him right back.

You arrived at the camp showing your pass before walking towards the training center saying a quick hello to Xavi who arrived for the playing session.

You walked towards the door opening it slowly noticing that Pablo saw you but pretended like he didn't. He was rolling his muscles while chatting with the boys.

"I don't know hermano..it's just been so hard recently" he said doing his best to act frustrated and as if he was in a bad mood.

"You should tell her you want to break up with her" Araujo said seeing you from the corner of his eye smiling mischievously. You closed the door loudly on purpose to make your presence known and Pablo was quick to jump from the floor and walk towards you.

"Thank you, amor" he said leaning down to kiss your cheek instead of your lips and you acted like you were surprised.

"Is everything alright, cariño?" you ask curiously and he avoids your eyes shaking his head saying that there is something he needs to tell you privately so you left the room.

"I think we should break up.." he said directly and you acted surprised before smiling wide and hugging him tightly now much to his own shock.

"Thank God! I wanted that for weeks already! I'm glad we are on the same page Pablito" you say and now he was the one who looked shocked and frozen in place when you pulled away from the hug.

"You did? Why?" he asked with a lump in his throat hating himself for pulling this prank and causing this entire situation...did he really just loose the love of his life?

"Probably for the same reason as you. Being together became way too complicated..and hard. I mean all the gossips, and barely seeing each other when you travel..it's just so hard" you say choosing his own words on purpose feeling your heart tighten at his defeated puppy dog eyes.

"Yeah...um..I mean we haven't exactly fought about any of that ever..we were better than fine recently" he said and you acted confused although you knew he was regretting ever pulling this prank on you right about now.

"Yeah but you want to break up too right?" you ask seeing that his eyes were glossy with tears but when he nodded still playing along with a prank you decided to let him.

"Okay, I need to go. I'll pack tonight" you say turning around to leave but Pablo quickly grabbed your wrist pulling you back panicked by the fact that you were going to actually leave him.

"Pack? You are leaving the apartment?" he said panicked and you nodded like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"We are no longer together..we can't live together Pablo" you say smiling and he let's go seeing you leave the camp as he return ed back to the training room completely pale.

"Hermano, you okay?" Ansu asked while other boys did their best to hold back their laughs knowing that his prank had just backfired at him badly.

"She broke up with me...she's leaving tonight" he said gulping loudly and returning to the training machine while everyone pretended to be shocked with the information.

"Wait, so she wanted to break up too?" Pedri asked and Pablo nodded clenching the machine so tight that his knuckles were turning white.

"What are you going to do now, hermano?" Ferran said and Pablo just shrugged getting off the machine kicking some cones angrily.

"Mierda!!! I don't fucking know! I can't lose her! I love her!" he said while everyone pretended not to know that all of this is one big joke meanwhile Pedri took a secret video and sent it to you.

When you arrived back home and saw the video you smiled wide that Pablo literally screamed on top of his lugs how much he loves you in front of all his friends.

pedri: he is such a simp for you!!

you: my angry bird *heart eyes emoji*

"Then just tell her it was a prank" Pedri suggested and Pablo agreed knowing that he will do anything in his power to keep you, even if it means beg you to stay..he needs you in his life and won't let a stupid prank take that away.

When he arrived home, quite sad and exhausted, he walked to your shared bedroom where your suitcase was on the bed while you were in the closet packing your clothes.

He wanted to cry as he called you name. This was real..you were leaving him. :(

"I'm almost done. Just some makeup and hair products" you say with a smile hating to see him so sad...he was never this sad before.

"My bathroom is going to look empty now.." he said nostalgic already and you smiled walking towards him with a big smile on your face.

"Come on Pablo, you have a line of girls who would want to bring their makeup into your bathroom..you'll be fine" you say putting a pile of clothes into the suitcase.

"Pfft..girls are annoying!" he said as you looked at him with raised eyebrows.

"Jesus, thank you for that!" you said about to walk away but he grabbed you wrist pulling you back.

"But you're not..because you're my girl..and I love you Y/N....it was a prank amor..I never wanted to break up with you..I could never do that..because I need you in my life..I want you here with me every day mi vida..so please...please don't..don't leave me" he was actually crying and you couldn't take it anymore hugging him tightly.

"I know it was a prank...they told me...so I decided to prank you too cariño" you say and when he heard those words he hugged you tightly to his chest never wanting to let you go again.

"So..so..you are not really leaving?" he said as he pulled away his face brightening with a smile finally as you shook your head.

"And you don't want to break up because it's too hard or complicated?" he asked and you smiled kissing his lips passionately as a response and he raised you up tossing you next to your suitcase before leaving kisses all over you face and neck as you giggled.

"Wait...did you just prank me again?" Pablo's smile turned into a smirk and you knew exactly what he was thinking about...punishment.

"Yeah, but after you pranked me?" you say innocently and he shook his head leaning down and starting to suck on your weak spot reminding you once again that you could never truly leave him.

"That' not an excuse princesa...you've been a bad girl again" he smirked still hovering up above you while slowly pulling your shorts down seeing your blushed cheeks and a big smile.

"Pablo, our room is a mess. We should clean this first.." you were struggling to talk while he was sucking marks into your skin but he just dismissed your comment taking off the rest of your clothes.

"Or we can just make it more messy instead?" he smirked tossing your shorts to the floor before you both laughed kissing one another passionately.

"I love you, you know?" you said sweetly wanting him to know that and never doubt it again and his eyes softened as he looked down at you with a genuine smile.

"I love you too princesa...now stop being adorable and let me punish you!" he said and you giggled nodding your head and seeing his mischievous smirk return.

Hope you like it <3

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ronwestbreeze · 1 year

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TO YOU , WORLDS AWAY : PART TWO : CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

pairing: jake sully x fem!reader

summary: they're mates....they've always had been

word count: 4.9k

author's note: kind of nervous and kind of excited for this chapter ahaha. finally a proper jake and tinkers reunion. hope y'all enjoy <3

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Mo’at had led you to her tent to examine you hours after your transference. The night was still quite young but it was close to dawn. But Mo’at was insistent you’d come to her tent right after. She said as the spiritual leader and basically the head of all the healers, it was her job to make sure that everything in your body and mind was sound.

But you really didn’t care much for the needles.

“Ow.” You winced.

“Ssh and hold still.” Mo’at tapped your other arm, telling you to raise it up for her. You tried not to cringe or flinch when she added more needles to your arm. What made it worse was that it was hot too so you really had to refrain from fighting off her grip. “If you cannot deal with small pins, then how are you to be a warrior?”

You frowned, ”I think I would manage fine without the needles actually—ouch!”

“I told you not to move and you moved!” Mo’at scolded as she finished with the needles.

“Barely!” You hissed, glaring at the pins in your arm. “When are we going to be done?”

Mo’at stood and walked toward the small bonfire in the center of the tent. She grabbed a small wooden bowl and stirred whatever contents inside around as she spoke, “You do not rush this. Let me work and you hold still, tsmuke.”

Before either of you could say anything else, Neytiri entered with who you assumed to be Kiri following close behind her.

Yet your eyes couldn’t stay on her for long when you saw Jake standing right outside of the tent already looking at you. He didn’t move to come inside, instead there was this look on his face. Anxiety, shock, disbelief? You really didn’t know. Whatever it was, it made him turn and walk away.

Neytiri saw this and sighed as she approached you, “He is very hard on himself.” She said as she squatted down next to you. “When it comes to you and when he thought you had died, he hadn’t forgiven himself since.”

You frowned, dropping your gaze to your hands. The last thing you had wanted was for him to blame himself. “He does not deserve the pain I’ve caused him…” If anything you completely understood if he never wanted to be near you ever again.

“Do not do that.” Neytiri frowned at you, pulling you out of your self-deprecation. “Jake loves you. And you love him. Do not make this more complicated than it needs to be.” She placed a hand on your shoulder, squeezing it comfortingly, “Just give him some time. And he will come to you.”

For a moment you considered her words. Perhaps she was right. Hell, if you were in Jake’s shoes and the person you thought was dead for years had suddenly come back, you’d definitely need a moment to process it all. That was fair.

So instead of dwelling on it for longer than you should’ve, you instead turned to Neytiri, “Why are you pushing for us to be together?”

Neytiri looked at you in confusion, “Why wouldn’t I? You and Jake are mates.”

“I thought you and Jake now were…?”

“Yes, we are mates as well.”

You blinked at her, your brain crashing, “I’m confused.”

Mo’at made a sound similar to a snort from her spot at the fire, “For someone who claims to know The People, you get confused a lot, tsmuke.” You frowned in annoyance as Mo’at came back to your side with the wooden bowl still in her hands. “We are not bound to only one mate. It has always been that way. Years before, Eytukan had a second mate, Sylwanin’s mother. But unfortunately she died in childbirth.”

Wait, you knew this. Not in specific detail but Tsu’tey told you about how they had multiple mates among the Na’vi, how they weren’t monogamous like humans usually were. You had forgotten this but that definitely made a lot more sense as to why Neytiri was trying to encourage you and Jake’s relationship to meld back together. Why she had been so adamant to save you.

As if reading your mind, Neytiri nodded, “Jake accepted that you were gone despite us never finding you…I suppose he never thought you’d ever come back.”

“But you did.” You said in a matter of fact tone. “For some reason you never gave up on me…even when I had given up on myself.”

“Mmm.” Mo’at hummed in agreement as she placed the cool liquid from the bowl on your skin.

Neytiri shrugged, “The both of you are hard headed, somebody has to have some sense out of the three of us.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled despite Mo’at still picking at the needles in your arms, “Thank you, Neytiri.”

She gave you a small smile in return and nodded. The slight movement behind Neytiri finally caught your eye. And when you looked you had realized—and nearly forgotten—that Kiri was in the tent with the three of you. Neytiri moved to the side so that you could see Kiri better who had been staring at you both curious and hesitant.

“Kiri. This is ma tsmuke. Ma’Grace knew her as well.”

Kiri looked up at Neytiri, stunned, “Ma sa’nok?” Neytiri nodded with a patient smile. Kiri then looked at you, now more curious. “You knew my mother?”

You nodded, a smile growing on your face. “Yes, I did. She was, in a way, like a mother to me too. She was always looking out for me even when I was being a stubborn idiot about it. Sometimes I was looking out for her too and believe me I can’t tell you how many times I’ve saved her as—I mean her tail.” Both Neytiri and Mo’at sent you looks before Kiri scooted closer to you.

“Tell me!” She grinned up at you. “Tell me more!”

You glanced toward Neytiri who motioned for you to continue. “Well, um, there was this one time where she got lost in the forest…”

And from there you had spent that time telling Kiri stories of your time with Grace. You had never thought you’d be able to relive these memories without feeling grief over it but Kiri’s large smile and youthful laugh at some of the most ridiculous parts in your tales was what made it easier. And you were glad for it.

Kiri didn’t know her mother before she died. But you were happy to share every single detail about her as best as you could, just so that she could feel as close to Grace as you did. Just so she could think of her as if they had already met. It was the one thing you were happy to do for Grace, the least you could do really.

Sometimes you often thought that you had failed her. But after seeing her face to face for the first time in what felt like forever, those doubts slowly dwindled away from you. Because in the end, Grace was right.

You had time. You still had time.

And this time you would not let it slip through your fingers so easily.

Neytiri woke you up when the night had been replaced with gray clouds and rain. She led you out into the forest while Kiri stayed behind in Mo’at’s tent, sleeping. You had never seen rain much in Pandora and it was mostly rare considering the hot climate of the forest. But when it did, like now, it was still somehow so beautiful. Back on Earth whenever it rained it was always so dreadful and depressing, it made you wish that sometimes the Earth was as beautiful as Pandora.

It once was. Many, many years ago. The humans just never appreciated it. Which is why it was dying. The last thing you ever wanted was for them to come here and do the same to Pandora. Which was why it was strange just walking in the forest, no longer an avatar or dreamwalker, but one with your new body, and be at peace with it. Not having to worry about the RDA roaming about or having to hide away from Quaritch.

This was nice. This is what you had always wanted.

For a second, a curious thought appeared in your mind.

“Where will my former body go?” You asked Neytiri as you both ducked under a few leaf branches.

“We will give it a traditional burial, the Omatikaya way.” Neytiri then suddenly pointed up at a tree she stopped next to. “We climb.”

You had never climbed a tree before. Especially not in this body. But you did your best, trying to keep up with Neytiri. And yes, you looked quite pathetic climbing next to Neytiri who did it with very little effort. She was practically on the branch she wanted to stop at by the time you made it.

She tsked, “You are like Jake, you are practically a baby.”

“Yeah well, I didn’t exactly have much time to learn how to climb a tree.” You frowned, mirroring her position on the large branch the two of you now squatted on. Neytiri rolled her eyes as you spoke again, “So why are we out here?”

Neytiri closed her eyes and breathed out a long sigh through her nose, “I can not teach you to be one of the People like I did with Ma’Jake. But I can show you how to listen.” You furrowed your brows but copied her and closed your eyes as well. “Listen to the forest. See the forest. Then you will understand what it means to be of The People.”

You listened, you really did. To the rain drops. To the sounds of different creatures in the distance and nearby. To the leaves as they swayed in the gentle wind. Breathed in the air—and it felt terribly different compared to wearing a mask. It all felt so nice. So peaceful.

There wasn’t a moment where you never not admired the nature of Pandora. You appreciated all of it, and wanted to study all of it years back. But you just never had the time to truly just take it in, let it breathe you in, and draw you into its arms. Perhaps it was easier for you because in a way you already understood and respected what was around you. And so you were a lot more open-minded, willing to accept it.

Suddenly, a bunch of water dropped down onto your head, startling you out of your trance. Your eyes snapped open, looking around to find where exactly that water had come from. Only to find that Neytiri had moved the leaf that had been covering your head from the rain. She was grinning at your reaction.

“Neytiri!” You scowled despite the laugh that wanted to leave your lips.

Neytiri smiled, “Should’ve been paying attention, tsmuke!”

“You told me to feel the forest! I was feelin’ it!” You say in English, realizing slightly that you had been speaking in Na’vi the entire time until now. You’d done it so much it just became natural to you like how English was before.

“Then go. Continue feelin’ it.” Neytiri gestured toward the forest as she stood and reverted back to Na’vi. “I must head back before my children wake. You know the way back?” You nod, despite being unsure. Neytiri saw right through it and sighed before pointing west, “Follow the torukspxam until you find a stream. Go across the stream and you will find home.”

Home. Home. You were going to have to get used to that.

Eventually, you got to your feet as well but leaned against the tree. Neytiri watched you for a moment before she nodded to you, “I see you, tsmuke.”

A smile tugged at your lips, “I see you, tsmuke.”

After watching Neytiri jump down, effortlessly, from the tree and toward the ground, disappearing in seconds.

You continued venturing the forest but didn’t wander too far. Instead, you eventually came down from the trees and landed on the soft grass. The rain now poured down on your head and hair, completely uncovered. And you just stood there, letting the rain fall onto your face with a content smile on your face.

For a moment you allowed yourself this peace. This moment alone. You were grateful to Neytiri, Mo’at, and even Spider and Kiri for keeping you company for all these days, especially in your weakest moments. But now. This is when you wanted to be alone. To absorb everything that’s happened. To absorb that you had been gone for five years, that you were alive and the transference had worked, that Jake was also now living quite happily among the Na’vi, that you had won the war and missed the celebration.

All of this should have been overwhelming. All of it should’ve at least bothered you. And some of it did, truthfully.

But really, you were just glad it was all over. Constantly fighting, surviving, and seeking some form of revenge that would satisfy you. You were glad that all of it was done.

And now you could start a new life. Hell, maybe even start over if you could.

The Na’vi did say that every person is born twice. This, you realized, was your second chance at life.

It was now your time to live.

You were lost.

It was sometime in the afternoon that you realized you had gotten lost during your attempt at getting back. You did exactly as Neytiri had told you and followed the torukspxam, those large mushroom looking plants that were taller and bigger than you in every way. But now you were starting to think you had followed the wrong one’s home. But at least they made for good covering whenever you got too wet from the rain.

God, this was embarrassing. The last thing you wanted was to be an inconvenience just because you couldn’t navigate a damn forest.

There was a rustle coming further from your right. You stopped listening for any more movement. It was a bit difficult to hear anything else but the rain pelting your ears but you listened the best you could.

After a few seconds, there was another rustle, this time it had gotten closer. That was when you darted away from it. You really didn’t want to stay and figure out what it was, that wasn’t the survival instincts you had instilled in you and you’d be damned if you got attacked by some creature just because you wanted to wait and see what it was. Could be dangerous, could be peaceful, you didn’t care to take the risk.

When you ducked behind a thick tree, in the corner of your eye you saw a black skinned creature darting around the corner you had just come from. You pressed your back against the tree and waited for any more sounds. There was more rustling and a growl. Fortunately, it didn’t sound like it was too close to you, so you risked a glance from behind the tree.

It took everything in you not to let out a string of curses.

The creature, as it turned out, was a Thanator. It was one of those creatures you knew enough about not to ever cross. And yet here you were. Really, you had never seen one in person nor did you wish to but it was a lot scarier looking than how Grace described it when she saw one.

It was roaming and sniffing about. It wasn’t going anywhere which meant that it knew you were near.

Thinking quickly, your eyes searched the ground around you until it landed on a large rock. You grabbed it and clutched it to your chest. The Thanator hadn’t noticed fortunately for you but it was roaming a little too close to your hiding spot. So when you peeked around the tree again to find the Thanator facing away from you, that was when you threw the rock in the opposite direction of where you were.

You ducked behind the tree, hearing the rock’s impact against a nearby tree. It was loud enough to echo just a bit and capture the Thanator’s attention toward it. You watched it and a few seconds later it darted off in the direction of the rock.

With that, the Thanator had disappeared but you didn’t come out right away. You waited a few seconds more until you were sure you couldn’t hear it coming back.

Something suddenly clutched your upper arm.

At first you had thought another Thanator or a more dangerous creature had snuck up on you as you whirled around.

Only there was no creature.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Jake’s voice registered in your ears before you realized he had been the one to grab your arm. “It’s just me, okay? It’s just me.” He held his other hand up cautiously and you stared at him in confusion until you realized your other hand had been raised up to strike whoever it was that had grabbed you. But now seeing that it was just Jake, you lowered your arm and slid down to the ground. Jake knelt down beside you, “Hey, are you hurt? Are you okay? Doc?”

You waved him off, your other hand absentmindedly latching onto the wrist that still held onto your arm. “Oh my god, Jake, don't scare me like that!” You smacked his chest, startling him. “What are you even doing sneaking up on me like that?! I thought another Thanator caught me!”

“Another?” Jake’s brows furrowed. His eyes traveled your body, “It didn’t get you—”

“No, it didn’t.” You sighed, slumping your shoulders against the tree bark.

Jake seemed to have been calming down as well as he let you go and stood back up. You frowned at the loss of touch but followed, pushing yourself up on your feet, “What are you even doing out here alone? I thought you were getting checked out by Mo’at.”

“Yes, hours ago.” You nodded moving away from him and toward a nearby torukspxam and stood under it as it was still raining. “Neytiri and I were out here earlier together.”

“Why didn’t you come back with her?” Jake questioned, frowning, his face unreadable.

You dropped your gaze away from his and pressed your back against the thick stem. You felt embarrassed, you felt like hiding away from him and his masked gaze. “I came here to think. I needed some time too.”

There was shuffling before in the corner of your eye, you saw Jake stood under the torukspxam with you. The two of you were quiet for a few seconds. Your gaze fell onto a pink leaf, dripping with water. Gently, you allowed your fingers to graze it.

Then Jake finally spoke.

“It’s too dangerous for you to be out here alone, especially when you’re not properly trained.” You could feel his eyes on you. Burning your skin. “You could’ve been killed.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve endangered myself.” You smirked a bit.

“Y/N.” Jake scowled at you. “You can’t keep putting yourself in danger like this. And if you keep being reckless, then someone will get hurt because of it.”

This wasn’t Jake speaking to right now. This was the leader of the Omatikaya. The Olo’eyktan. Speaking to you as if you were one of his followers. And pretty much pissed you off.

You glared at him now, “Then why did you come? Since I’m so dangerous, why are you here?”

“That’s not what I—”

“Is that why you came all the way out here?” You questioned, pushing away from the stem and stepping back into the rain. “Just to lecture me, make sure I don’t get anyone else killed? Is that all?”

Jake didn’t say anything. Just stared at you, or past you, you really couldn’t tell. His eyes were too glazed over, his face was too guarded.

Fine, you had never been good at reading Jake. Or rather, he wasn’t that great at expressing himself emotionally. But right now it was particularly frustrating.

Your shoulders lumped and your hardened face loosened. It was then you realized something you were afraid of. That all of this. Was caused only by your actions.

“Look, maybe you’re right.” Was what came out of your mouth first. At the sound of your words, Jake now stared at you in both confusion and hesitance. “What I did….what happened those five years ago…that wasn’t fair. Grace told me not to do it and maybe…maybe I should’ve listened to her.”

“Y/N—”

“And even though I’m not sorry for what I did to Hell’s Gate, I am sorry for leaving.” You frowned, dropping your gaze. “I didn’t want to die. I didn’t want to leave you. I tried, I tried so hard to come back from it. To come back to you and the others….but I didn’t…”

The rain filled the silence between you, wrapping you in its cold embrace as you speak, voice now shaky. Jake had yet to say anything nor did you hear him move. But you kept going, you forced yourself to keep going even though these words hurt your heart. Hurt every part of your soul.

You closed your eyes to keep the tears at bay. “Just…Just say you hate me. Say it and maybe this loss will be easier. Maybe it won’t be like stones on my heart anymore.”

It wasn’t until you felt both his hands on your face did you realize how close he had gotten to you without you realizing it. The physical contact had taken you off guard, so much so that you just stared at him as he brought your head closer to his until both your foreheads had connected. And the both of you stayed like this, one of his hands lowering to the side of your neck, squeezing it gently. Out of habit, your hand came to meet his wrist.

And for a moment, you had forgotten the rain.

“Loss will never be easy.” Jake whispered to you, pressing a gentle kiss against your forehead. “No matter what I did, numbing myself, burying it all down, forgetting…I could never forget the woman I loved. That I love so much it fucking burns me.” He pressed a long kiss against your cheek and you melted into his warm touch. He muttered his next words against your skin, his voice trembling, droplets of warm water dripping down your neck. “I thought I lost you…”

Your foreheads met once more. This time you moved your own hands to his face to wipe away the tears. And you were so relieved when he leaned into your touch as much as you did with him. You were so relieved to be able to feel him instead of imagining it, instead of yearning for it. He was here. Holding onto you so tight as if you were to disappear.

“And I’ll be damned if I do again.” His hands moved down to your arms, pulling you closer until both your chests were pressed against each other. “Don’t ask me to hate you. Don’t ask me to let you go. It’ll only make me hold on, it’ll only make me love you more. And I’m sorry, Doc, but I won’t let you go this time.”

He pulled you closer until his mouth was on yours. His lips against yours were as soft as you remembered. As gentle but possessive just as his hold on you was. You remembered the last time you had been held by him like this, how all you felt then was dread and worry of what the inevitable held. But now, all you could do was just sink deeper into this, embrace it, embrace him.

Finally.

When you broke apart, it was your words that came out first, “I see you.” Jake’s eyes lit up at your words and you smiled, “I never got a chance to say it before.”

With a teary smile, he stole another kiss from you.

“I see you, Y/N.”

Jake’s hands slid into yours as he tugged you forward, “We should head back now. They’re probably wondering where we are.”

You nodded as you allowed him to pull you along, “Right, the great Toruk Makto and now the Olo’eyktan. What can’t you do, Jake Sully?”

“Get you to be my mate any faster.” Jake sent you a small smile, his hand moving to the small of your back as he moved a leaf out of your way.

Warmth filled your cheeks despite the cold weather. “Patience. That seems to be it.”

Jake’s hand squeezed yours as he continued pulling you along, “I have waited five years for you. Patience is long overdue.”

A foreign sound left your lips and it strangely sounded similar to a laugh. “Well, not all of us can be perfect.”

“Tsmuke!” Mo’at scowled once she spotted you and Jake walking out of the forest. Did I say you were done here? Where have you wandered off to?!”

“I’m sorry—” You tried but Mo’at ignored you and tugged you back into her tent with Jake trailing behind.

Inside, Neytiri was already there with Kiri and two other kids who were playing with each other. You sent her a look as Mo’at made you sit on the floor, “You could have given better directions, you know.”

She raised a brow, “My instructions were quite simple actually…” As Mo’at began washing on the liquid that had dried on your arm, you watched as Neytiri’s eyes settled on something behind you. You briefly glanced over your shoulder to find Jake slipping into the tent. He looked at you with a certain softness that made your heart flutter. His eyes twinkled when he saw Neytiri and the children.

You felt it without him even saying anything. Everything felt complete, felt familiar…

And felt like home.

A shy smile tugged at your lips and Neytiri smirked before saying, “Like I said. My instructions weren’t too difficult.”

You stared at her suspiciously, briefly wondering if she had meant to leave you out in the forest on purpose and that Jake finding you wasn’t as much of a coincidence as you had thought.

“Dad!”

One of the boys grinned and rushed over toward him. Jake knelt down toward the boy who you realize right then was one of his sons. The other one was sitting next to Neytiri and staring at you curiously just as Kiri had in the beginning.

Neytiri noticed and gently caressed the boy’s cheek, “Neteyam, this is Y/N. She is meant to be a part of our family now.” She glanced toward you, “If she chooses to accept us.”

The boy, Neteyam, looked back at you and smiled. It was amazing how much he looked like Neytiri when he did. “Hello, Y/N.”

Mo’at pinched your arm, “No moving.”

You winced but obeyed and then turned back to the boy, “It’s nice to meet you, Neteyam.” In the corner of your eye, Jake was now playing with the other boy, lifting him up and down as the boy continued to giggle loudly. Inside the tent was very peaceful and quiet. Not quite to the point of discomfort. It was the type of quiet you wouldn’t mind staying in for a long period of time, especially with the people that you cared for. Who loved sitting in silence also.

Kiri came up to you to show her doll to you as Mo’at went back to retrieve more of the liquid from the fire. She went on and on, talking about her doll in her cute childlike babble. You began showing her how to play with the doll, similar to the way you had done so back when you were a child. And then eventually Neteyam found his way over to the two of you, sitting quietly while watching as you and Kiri played with the doll.

Eventually, Kiri and Neteyam got distracted and went over to Neytiri and Mo’at, watching the latter do her work as Tsahik. The other boy soon followed them.

On your left, Jake settled down next to you, his shoulder brushing against yours. You watched the three children with a smile. One of them looked like Jake, another looking like Neytiri, and then one who looked almost identical to Grace. It made your heart heavy that you had missed her birth or the first five years of her life. But you hoped now, after Grace’s request, you’d be given the chance to actually be there for her.

Just the same as Grace had done for you.

When you looked at Jake, there were tears in his eyes. But it wasn’t sad. It wasn’t grief. Instead he smiled and it reached his glassy eyes.

And the whole time he was just simply looking at you.

“Happy?” You whispered, smiling gently as you wiped away his tears.

He chuckled, pressing a gentle kiss to the hand that held the side of his face, “I’m just glad you’re here. And that it’s not a dream I’m dreading to wake up from.”

Your smile grew as you rested your head on his shoulder. For a while you stayed like that. You met Neytiri’s eyes from the other side of the tent where she stood with Mo’at and the children. She smiled at the two of you and you smiled back.

Quietly, you say, “I missed you too, Puppet.”

His shoulder shook as he chuckled, pressing a kiss in your hair.

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