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imashoe69420 · 1 year

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Hey beautiful cutie! How's goin? Your day is going well? Drinking enough water? Pls say yes your body need it lol.

So,hear me out in this moment of realization that a had at 3:37AM because insomnia is a bitch. I had just read a fanfic in which the character had messed things up and had to go back to make up for it,but then i realized,i don't remenber seeing the reader in the place of the character so...

Rise!Leo x reader (female or neutral, your choise) who really messed up kinda BAD with him, she notices that she is in love with him (that thing when you just care about the thing when you lost the thing) and for fear to lose him forever, she go for it trying everything to make up for what she did and when she fixes things, she takes all her courage to ask him out.

Rella angst with some comfort and some fluffy and kissey kisses in the end 😌👌🏽

Thank you for the request (my first one)! Having a bit of writer’s block after finishing and revising my Rise!Leo X OC Part One series (which is scheduled to post for the most part), but I’m overall doing great!

I love the prompt and I hope I do it justice!

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Just Two Words

Summary: (Y/N) says something offensive to Leo and they try everything except two words that Leo had been looking for.

Pairing: Rise!Leo X Reader

Genre: Angst

Relationship: Ambiguous

Reader’s Pronouns: Gender Neutral (they/them)

Warnings ⚠️ : Dick-ish reader, strong language

• • •

(Y/N) had always been bad about apologizing. To them, any form of apology was admitting defeat or weakness, and no one defeats (Y/N). When they say or do something someone doesn’t like, they usually just laugh it off and continue with what they’re saying, but becomes annoyed when the person doesn’t reciprocate after the fact. They also did this with their own feelings: ignoring them or pushing them to the back of their mind and laughing as a result.

When (Y/N) hung out with Leo, they didn’t have to worry about hurting his feelings because he would always have something snarkier or ruder to say, sometimes sending a pang of irritation through their body. They didn’t think anybody could legitimately offend them, much less a walking talking turtle. But here they were sitting in (Y/N)’s bedroom floor, hysterically laughing at each other’s insults.

“No, because, you swing your sword like you’re carrying a ton of bricks. You should retire it if it’s too much to handle.” (Y/N) quipped.

“Maybe you should retire considering your massive Kroger coupon collection.” Leo referred to the time he found a binder full of expired coupons underneath their couch.

(Y/N) snorted, attempting to stifle their laughter. “Hey, that’s called being resourceful. You should try it considering how broke you are.”

“I’m a ninja.” He shrugged with a smirk on his face. “What do I need money for? At least I’m not spending daddy’s money like you.”

(Y/N) chuckled, the familiar pang hitting them in the chest. Time to up the ante. “At least I have a dad that cares about me enough to get his ass up off the couch to make me a few bucks.”

Leo’s cocky smirk faltered into a concerned half smile. “Hah… yeah…”

“And I don’t have a bunch of butt-ugly brothers running around. Especially the red one.” They continued, grinning all the while. “I mean, come on! I dunno about you but I’d totally end my shit if they were my brothers.”

The turtle furrowed his would-be eyebrows as (Y/N) went on, wondering what they’d meant by that. “What?”

“Y’know, like I’d”—they took their thumb and ran it across their neck one side to the other—“my shit. Or the fact that you only surface at night like a vampire or something. And when someone sees you, they’re like, ‘oh my god, look how ugly it is! Run, Susan! Go on without me!’” (Y/N) rolled onto their back, the only one in the room laughing.

Leo looked down at them before pretending to check his phone and see a message from Raph. “Hey. Bros need me. I gotta head home.” He stood up and headed towards the door.

“Aww, I didn’t hurt your feelings, did I?” (Y/N) coos sarcastically before resuming their laughter.

“‘Course not.” Leo spun around to face them. “Why would calling my dad a shitty parent and my brothers ugly hurt my feelings?”

They rolled their eyes and scoffed. “Calm down, they’re just jokes. You made fun of my dad, too.”

Leo didn’t feel like explaining himself. (Y/N) had pissed him off. Again. They have done this in the past, but he just went with it because he always had a comeback, but his family was off limits and he thought they would’ve respected that. He had only brought up their dad to insult their lack of personal funds, not to say he was a bad father or anything.

He didn’t know what their deal was, so the turtle quickly left the apartment, (Y/N) still laughing.

* * *

Over the next few days, Leo texted (Y/N) less and less. He had tried to remain cordial with them, but he couldn’t seem to shake their past comment about his family as well as the fact that they didn’t even feel bad about it.

(Y/N) tried to text Leo multiple times to hang out, but he would either say he was busy or just leave them on “read” hours after they initially sent the message. After a while, (Y/N) started to become lonely in their mom’s huge apartment. After the divorce, she was usually out working or with her friends while (Y/N)‘s father would stop by once or twice a week to asking how their day was, give them money, then leave.

They didn’t want to admit it, but they missed Leo. (Y/N) pretended that they weren’t sure why he had stopped talking to him, but they knew it was because they had once again “gone too far”. It was annoying that Leo took it the way he did when all they were doing was joking. They didn’t actually think Leo had a shit dad or shit brothers. Leo had to have known that since (Y/N) had hung out with them when he wasn’t around, so why was he so pissed? He was the only person that understood their snark, and sometimes that pang of insecurity would make their heart race and their cheeks flush.

He would tease them about their red face, saying something along the lines of “you’re the only person I know that gets flustered after being insulted”. But it wasn’t just the insults that would embarrass them. It was the cleverness of them and the smirk that was plastered on Leo’s face during his delivery.

They could sit here and feel bad for themselves all night, but they decided to go downtown and get him a “Peace” talisman he could attach to the handle of his sword. After they’d purchased it and returned back home, they texted Leo to come over. I have a surprise for you!, they said, hoping for that to get his attention. Hours passed and it didn’t seem like he was going to text back until (Y/N)‘s phone went off. Ok, see u in 5, he’d replied.

The mutant turtle soon arrived and entered through (Y/N)’s bedroom window. He didn’t even try to quip or tell a lame joke. His face just held an unamused expression. “Can we hurry with this? I got things to do.”

“So impatient, yeesh,” (Y/N) chuckles. Leo didn’t laugh like he usually did. They awkwardly chuckle and grabs the box containing the talisman off their bed and offers it to him. “I got you a present!”

Leo takes the box and lifts the top. He grabs the talisman, a question on his face.

“Guess what it says!” (Y/N) said quickly.

An awkward silence filled the room as the turtle stares at them blankly.

“Uh… it means peace.” They rocked on their heels back and forth. “Like, a truce? Between us?”

Leo sucked his teeth and sighed before placing the talisman back in the box. “Thanks but no thanks. I gotta go.”

The turtle turned to go back out the window, but (Y/N) grasped onto his shoulder to stop him. “Wait, wait, uhm…” they looked around their room and their eyes landed on their PS4. “W-we could finish Detroit: Become Human! Even though you totally got Markus shot by the police, we could finish out Kara and Connor.”

Leo rolled his eyes at their casual dig and gently pushed their hand off his shoulder. “I already told you I was busy. We can do it next time.”

“But when is next time gonna be?” (Y/N) asked a little too speedily. “Er—I mean—you like, don’t even text me anymore so like, how’re we gonna finish it? Since it’s like, our game and all.”

He shrugged before leaping out the window and into the night.

God, why does he have to be so difficult?, (Y/N) thought, it’s not like I meant all that stuff…

They went over to the window to close it, but was suddenly overcome with guilt. Even though they didn’t mean it, their joke affected Leo in a way they didn’t intend. If they had known that joke would’ve ruined their relationship, they wouldn’t have said it. There was one thing they hadn’t tried; something they hated more than anything else. But if it would get Leo to wipe their slate clean, they didn’t feel like they had much of a choice.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this.” (Y/N) mumbled before sticking their head out the window and calling out to the turtle. “Leo!”

To their luck, he had stayed on the fire escape after getting distracted by a game on his phone. He jumped when they yelled, almost dropping his phone. He leaned over the railing and stared down at them.

“What?”

(Y/N) gulped nervously. “I-I… I don’t wanna fight with you anymore. I didn’t mean anything I said that time and you know that. It didn’t mean anything.”

A half smile slowly returned onto his face as he dropped down onto the railing next to them. “Do I?”

“Ugh…” (Y/N) groaned. “Yes! You do! I literally have hung out with them before with and without you. And I’ve told you Splinter was chill, too.”

After a few seconds of silence, Leo held his hands out protruded his neck. “So, is that it?”

“Uh… no,” (Y/N) looked off to the side. “Like, everything has been so boring with you, like, not really talking to me and it kinda sucks ‘cuz like… you’re the only person I really talk to like that. And you’re like, funny or whatever. Prolly the easiest person I’ve talked to, but that’s besides the point.”

“What’s the point then?” Leo raised an eyebrow.

(Y/N) could feel their cheeks warming despite the cool night breeze. “I-I… I’m not sorry for joking, but I’m sorry for making fun of your family. And making you feel bad. It’s just like, you’re really cool and maybe I wanna hang out with you more ‘cuz—well—for reasons I won’t disclose. I’m sorry, okay? Now will you forgive me?” They’d never stuttered worse and honestly they’d wished for a moment that this whole thing was a dream.

Leo chuckled a bit before seizing (Y/N)’s hand. He lifted it to his face and pressed a kiss against the back of their hand. “Just the two words I was looking for.”

(Y/N) blushed madly as he then winked at them. “Well—good. Can you come inside now so we can finish the game? I know you aren’t actually busy.”

“I guess. Also, you pressured me into charging at the police, so it’s really your fault Markus died.” He accused them once he came back into the room.

They turned their PS4 on and shot a look at him. “But you pressed the button. So it’s your fault.”

Leo allowed (Y/N) to sit on his lap throughout the second half of the game, his arm around their shoulders as he held the controller in front of the both of them.

(Y/N) still hated the process of apologizing to others, but the results sure were sweet.

• • •

This oneshot had me stressed bc I made a completely different story and then Tumblr glitched and didn’t save 🥲 so I had to redo it. But I hope you guys liked it!

Stay safe!

-Han7a

#fanfic #rottmnt #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt fluff #rottmnt leo #rottmnt leo x reader #rottmnt raph #rottmnt reader insert #x reader #rise donnie x reader #rise leo #rise leo x reader

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woniepop · 2 years

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say you don’t love me

Chapter 32 :: Graduation. (written 0.7k)

Genre: Modern Fantasy Au, Smau, angst, fluff

Pairing: Jake Sim x Fem!Reader

Warnings: none

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Alas, the most anticipated event finally came. There, upon the glass podium lay the book of contracts that would either make or break the students for the rest of their lives.

“You nervous?” Jake asks, fiddling his fingers as if he couldn’t be feeling any more anxious than you right now.

“Of course not. I’m excited! I’ve been waiting so long for this.” You say, gently placing your hands on top of Jake’s to comfort him. “You have nothing to worry about, love.”

“I know, it’s just so many things that could go wrong and the one thing I don’t want to happen COULD very much happen.” Jake rambles.

“Hey! How’s my favorite boy! I missed you! Oh, and y/n hi. It’s too bad this is your last day together. Thanks for taking care of him while i was gone!” Cindy giggles, using her position to try and separate the couple.

“Hey Cindy-“

“Cindy we’d really appreciate it if you minded your own business for once” Jake steps in, interrupting you and placing himself in between the two of you as if you were at harm.

“Ladies and gentlemen! Please take your seats as the class of 2022 is about to arrive! Settle down as our incredibly hardworking students take the stage and set off to their lives in the next few hours!” the mic announces.

“It’s good that we’re all together guys! You know how important it is to sign, right Jakey?” Cindy says as she places a hand on Jake’s chest, to Jake’s dismay. He scoffs in disgust, picking her hand off his chest like a bug that’s just landed on him.

“First up, our favorite childhood classic. You know it, you love it, Cinderella! Please cheer as we welcome to the stage, Cindy Rella.” The crowd goes wild for our ever so lovely Cindy. She had the perfect reputation, the perfect life, and the perfect grades. It was no wonder everyone was such a huge fan. They wanted to BE her, heck you would too.

“I am Cindy Rella, daughter of Cinderella, and I am ready to pledge my destiny.” She holds her hand out to find a golden key decorated beautifully with blue jewels and pearls, just like her stunning mother.

And just like that, she had unlocked the legacy book, flipping through every picture perfect moment of her planned out life. The chores, the bullying, the laughing, crying, and dancing that would soon take over her life. She was ecstatic. With a prideful grin, she hurriedly sign her page in the book.

“Thank you everyone, truly. It has been an honor working with you all.”

“Next up! Jake Charming!”

Jake nervously stumbles up to the podium, eyes darting all across the crowd for his friends. “Hey guys! uh, I’m Jake Charming, son of Prince Charming.” His anxiety was very apparent in the way he spoke.

The key to his happily ever after awaited him. He say his glamorous life with Cindy, their first dance, their first child, anyone would dream to have their whole life planned out in such elegance and wealth. Jake had never had to work for anything in his life, and he didn’t want to seem ungrateful, he just didn’t want this. His breath getting shakier by the minute, he takes a glance back at you for comfort. With one last look at the audience his eyebrows furrow and he gets noticeably upset.

“My name is Jake Charming, and I’m going to write my OWN destiny. My happily ever after starts NOW” he slams the book closed, earning himself thousands of gasps and whispers from his audience.

Jake gasps at the fact that he was still alive, YOU were still alive.

“HOW COULD YOU BE SO SELFISH” cindy screams in horror as the crowd goes pin drop silent.

“I’m sorry everyone, but I don’t want anyone to tell me who to be. I want to figure that out on my own. I want to be with the girl I love, and sorry Cindy, but that can’t be you.”

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holdontorogers · 3 years

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Bestie 😚❤️ I had an idea, what about surprising stevie with lingerie??

࿐ 𝐀 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩, 𝐬.𝐫.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠; Steve Rogers x Agent!Reader (WYTM universe)

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲; an idea comes to your mind after you and Steve start your friendship with benefits.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭; 1,424

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬; 18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI; swearing, fwb relationship, lingerie shopping, blowjob, unprotected sex (p in v), dirty talk, praise kink, sub!Steve if you squint, slight breeding kink. lmk if I missed any thing, sorry for any typos, not proof read.

𝐚/𝐧; RELLA YOUR MIND!!!!!!!! with this request I have decided to make a series of blurbs and headcanons for the WYTM universe, the series will have the long chapters and these requests that fit into its universe as we proceed <33 idea 100% inspired by rella @romantizzity ILYSM! and yeah, I got carried away with this AS USUAL.

“Okay, what about this one?” Maria showed a pink lingerie set with beautiful flowers all over it. “YES! try it on” Nat almost screamed at the store, she was excited.

Nat was probably the best person to do anything with, she always made sure to show support and amusement towards anything.

A dark red with blue details set caught your eyes, you carefully examined it. “That’s a nice one” Nat scared you, making you almost jump.

You quickly returned the piece to its place and began to wander your eyes around. “I was” you coughed “just looking” why the heck were you so nervous about this?

“We’ll, if you want my opinion, Steve is gonna love it”. With wide eyes, and open mouth you abruptly turned to Nat.

“He told you??” you didn’t know if you were mad or nervous about that. “Of course not, you think I wouldn’t notice anything?” Nat was almost offended at your question, rising a brow at you.

You relaxed, letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “Okay” your eyes were wandering again “okay, so you know” she nodded, having fun with your reaction.

You took the lingerie with you. Why? You weren’t sure. Of course you liked it, but you would be lying if you didn’t admit that you could only thing at Steve’s reaction.

Your friendship with benefits with Steve has been… interesting.

He’s not as inexperienced as he said, he knew the basics. And most importantly, he didn’t mind letting you be in control and guide him.

It was a nice thing you two had, and you were having fun; there’s no reason to overthink it, right?

⊱⋅ ──────── *·˚ ‎⍟ ༉‧₊˚ ───────── ⋅⊰

“I have something to show you” you quietly told Steve at dinner. He turned to you, ignoring his plate, head on his hand, studying your expression. You gave away nothing.

“What is it?” his asked, you shrugged, “wait and see” you winked and left the table, only increasing his curiosity.

Bucky was watching you two, wondering what was happening and Nat had a smirk on her face which made Steve even more confused.

You both continue to talk with some of the avengers, but quickly everyone went to their room.

Steve didn’t know what to do. He wouldn’t follow you because someone could see that. And he didn’t know how long he should wait until he could go to your room.

⊱⋅ ──────── *·˚ ‎⍟ ༉‧₊˚ ───────── ⋅⊰

Thirty minutes later, Bucky and Sam were in their rooms, and everyone seemed to be at their own rooms as well. The compound was as quiet as it could get. Steve had his sweater pants on, no shirt.

Steve carefully made his way to your room, sweaty hands and nervousness impossible to hide. It’s like he couldn’t help the butterflies to spark whenever you two were alone.

You opened the door and he shook away his thoughts, focusing on the tiny robe protecting yourself body. He swallowed, hard.

“So” he tried, his voice wasn’t failing, that’s a first. “You had something to show me” he looked at you in the eyes for the first time.

You could never get over his shy features. The way his eyes were excited and nervous at the same time, how he chew his cheeks absentmindedly.

“I went shopping with the girls today” you started, walking around the room with an extra movement on your hips.

“Yeah?” Steve was hypnotized, following your every move with his eyes. He could feel his cock twitch and his mouth water.

“We were looking at some lingerie” Steve gulped. You turned to face him again, grinning. “Yeah?” he could only mumble, not daring to take his eyes from yours.

You shrugged, carefully removing the robe, letting it slip through your body into the floor. “I got this” you showed him, placing your hands in yours hips, walking towards him.

Steve still wouldn’t move. “It’s beautiful” he managed to say, his voice an octave lower.

When you got closer to him, you saw the blue in his eyes giving away to the dark, his pupils filled with lust and need.

“So you like it?” he nodded without you finishing. You looked down, seeing his already hardening dick.

You looked back at him with a smirk. “Would you like me to suck your dick only wearing these, Steve?” he closed his eyes, biting back a moan.

“Please” he whined, “as you wish” you sank down to your knees. “But Steve” he opened his eyes again, focusing on you “I want you to look at me, okay?” he nodded again, biting his lips.

You removed his sweats pants and palmed him through his boxers. He left out a groan, keeping his eyes open and fixed on your moves.

When you removed the boxers and stroked him slowly he whined. You could see the precum leaking, your mouth watering.

You looked back at him, as you rubbed the precum through his length as a lub.

“Eyes on me, Steve” you warned him again, before started to lick and suck the tip of his cock.

You swirled your tongue through his reddened and swollen tip, letting it out your mouth with a pop and a string of saliva.

Steve threw his head back but quickly looked back at you, who smiled proudly at him. “good boy” Steve whimpered at the praise, his cock pulsating in your hands.

“I’ll take care of you now” you mewled, taking as much as you could of his dick in your mouth, working your hand with what you couldn’t fit.

Steve’s sounds were uncontrollable and filled with need. He could melt at your touch and you had absolute control over him.

It didn’t take long for him to cum, allowing you to swallow all he had to offer.

You also loved Steve’s look after his orgasm. His face was red, sweaty and filled with pleasure and lust. So vulnerable, all because of you.

You removed your panties and gave it to him “you can keep it” you winked and moved to the bed.

Steve couldn’t even process the information, quickly joining you in bed.

He went straight to your lips, devouring you. Tongues, teeth filled with the need to feel you. His hands travelled through your body, slowly reaching your heat, his fingers circling your clit and exploring your cunt.

You moaned in his mouth and parted the kiss, looking at him as you recovered.

“I need to feel you Steve” he loved when you said that, when you looked at him like that, filled with want and need.

He quickly stroke his cock a few times before aligning it with your entrance, sinking into you.

You gasped at the feeling, your walls stretching to fit him, your hands gripping his shoulders. You put your legs around his waist, making him go impossibly deeper and you both moaned at the feeling.

Steve started his thrust slow at first, making you roll your head back at the feeling, needing more. “Steve, faster” he smiled at you, but quickly obliged, increasing his pace.

He placed his hands next to your head, his eyes deep into yours and he slammed his hips on you.

Your hands traveling through his hair, pulling it. He threw his head back, increasing even more his thrusts.

His thumb started to circle your clit, and you arched your back, running your nails through his back, cursing and calling out his name.

Steve’s pace and his movements on your clit quickly threw over the edge. The fire pooling in your abs dissolving into hot pleasure as you came.

Steve watched your features as you moaned and gripped his back tighter, losing yourself in him.

After a few more thrusts Steve could feel it hitting him again, his pace becoming sloppy. He threw his head back and cursed as he came inside you.

You were both panting, recovering your breaths and calming yourselves.

“It’s a really nice set, you should go back to that store” Steve winked, and you only stared at him, smiling “will keep that in mind”, you replied.

Steve quickly stood up and dressed himself again, putting your panties in his pocket, looking at you with a smirk.

“Thanks for the souvenir” he said, leaving the room. “Your welcome” you said, watching as he made his way upstairs to his room.

You smiled pleased with yourself, going to sleep in no time after the mind blowing orgasm you just hand.

Yeah, this arrangement was going well.

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mickey-henry · 3 years

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Omg a headcanon of reader kissing Bucky all over his face and babying him and sam will not stop teasing him

RELLA I GOT YOU BESTIE💖

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢'𝐦 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧' 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞

you have no shame when it comes to pda

bucky barnes is your man, and you want the world to know

wherever you two are out and about, you’re always touching

holding hands, hugging arms, sitting right next to each other with your thighs brushing

bucky loves to show off his girl

sam’s third-wheeling with you two at a restaurant one day

he sits across the table from you two, the disgustingly adorable couple

you hug one of bucky’s arms while he shares a story with sam

he says something really sweet and you can’t help but pepper his cheeks in soft, short kisses

“c’mon guys, get a room!” sam sighs, but secretly, he finds it adorable

when bucky gets a dab of sauce of his cheek, you don’t hesitate to wipe his face for him

“you can’t wipe your own face anymore, buck?”

bucky kicks sam’s shin under the table and kisses your cheek, “thank you, babygirl.”

later, sam teases the hell out of bucky for it, of course

“she’s got you wrapped around her finger, huh?”

bucky blushes and bashfully mutters, “yeah man, she does.”

“she’s really special?”

“of course she’s special sam! she’s the best thing to ever happen to me, I swear. god i freaking love her so much.”

bucky freezes. that’s the first time he’s voiced that sentiment out loud

sam on the other hand is stoked.

“MY BOY’S IN LOVE! Y’ALL HEAR THAT, BUCKY BARNES IS SMITTEN”

bucky immediately regrets his words. not because he’s ashamed of his feelings, but he will never hear the end of it from sam

“SAM I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU RUIN THIS FOR ME—”

they bicker back and forth for a while

sam’s grateful for you though, he loves seeing bucky happy

join the sleepover!

#mel’s 300 follower sleepover #romantizzity #rella🌟#bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes headcanon #mickey henry's headcanons

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falcqns · 3 years

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Adore You

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Summary: 3 times Chris tries to tell you he loves you, and the 1 time he does.

Warnings: smut, angst, swearing, fluff

A/N: hope you enjoy!

Walk in your rainbow paradise Strawberry lipstick state of mind

He first realized he was in love with you the first time he hung out with you off set.

The rest of your co stars were going to be filming late except you two, so you invited him over for a movie night, to which he agreed.

You had run around before he arrived making sure your apartment was presentable before he arrived. You made a whole bunch of snack, including your moms hot dip, which was a favourite of everyone who tried it.

When the doorbell rang, you walked up to let him in, and greeted him.

“Hey!” You said, giving him a smile.

“Hey, thanks for having me,” He said, taking off his shoes.

“Well, if you hadn’t come over, I would have had a very boring night involving me, my cat, and Harry Potter,” You joked.

He took off his coat and hung it up. He looked around at your apartment as he followed you. You didn't have a very big apartment, but it looked very spacious, especially for Los Angeles.

It was open concept, the kitchen, dining and living room all connected with a hallway leading back to what he guessed was the bedroom and bathroom.

“You've got a pretty nice place here,” He mentioned, as you poured him a drink in the kitchen.

You chuckled. “Well, it’s super cheap, it’s in a nice spot, and I knew the girl who rented it before me, she just moved to Hawaii with her baby daughter.” You finished before taking a sip of your own drink, and leading Chris over to the couch.

Your faded calico cat, Rella, lifted her head up and meowed at the two of you, before climbing onto Chris.

“What’s her name?” He asked, as he pet her gently, and listened to her purr.

“Her names Rella, she’s my childhood cat. She’s getting older and my mom thought she’s be happier out here with me instead of home in Canada with my 3 loud siblings,” You said, watching as she got comfortable on his lap.

The two of you spent the rest of the night watching Harry Potter, and chatting, before Chris headed out around midnight with a promise of movie night being at his place.

As he hugged you goodbye, he knew he wanted to tell you how much he loved you.

I get so lost inside your eyes Would you believe it?

The first time he tried to confess his feelings, he messed up.

He was too scared to tell you face to face, so he settled on sending you a bouquet of flowers with a note confessing.

Which, he did, but he (stupidly) forgot to sign the card which would tell you it was from him until after it was sent and he couldn't cancel it.

So when you called him ecstatic about having a secret admirer, his heart hurt a little.

He was going to tell you it was him, but then you almost broke him in two with one sentence.

“I wonder if it’s from the man I’m in love with,” You asked, and his stomach dropped.

Of course you were in love with someone else. You were beautiful, strong, and an amazing actress. It only made sense, but it didn't hurt any less.

You don't have to say you love me You don't have to say nothing You don't have to say you're mine

When you announced you had a boyfriend, he tried to tell you again, which obviously didn't work either.

Instead of just calmly telling you about his feelings, and acknowledging that he couldn't have you, he got angry.

He wasn't angry at the fact that you were taken, he was angry at who you were dating. “I cannot believe you're dating Noah Centeno of all people,” He said.

You crossed your arms. “What’s wrong with Noah? He’s a nice guy, and I like him.” You reasoned.

He scoffed and looked up from the carrots he was cutting. “You don’t love him.”

“I can see myself loving him,”

He dropped the knife, and braced his hands on the counter before lifting his head and looking at you.

“You should be dating someone you’re in love with, and who loves you back,” He said.

You slammed your glass on the counter top, and stood up.

“JUST BECAUSE I DON’T LOVE HIM NOW, DOESN’T MEAN I NEVER WILL!” You screamed. “WE’VE BEEN DATING A WEEK!”

“I DON’T CARE, Y/N! I’M TELLING YOU HE’S NOT GOOD FOR YOU, AND IT’S JUST GOING TO END BADLY!” He screamed right back at you.

“FUCK YOU! YOU SAY THAT ABOUT EVERY GUY I TAKE AN INTEREST IN AS IF IT’S ANY OF YOUR BUSINESS! I’M DONE WITH IT, CHRIS!” You screamed, tears streaming down your face as you turned away from him and grabbed your purse. You walked towards the door, and he came after you.

“Y/N, wait-” He started to say before you slammed the door in his face.

He turned away from the door to face Dodger.

“I fucked up bad, I know.” He said, and Dodger barked in agreement.

Honey I'd walk through fire for you Just let me adore you

Just as he’d suspected, your relationship crashed and sank to the bottom of the ocean quicker than the Titanic, but he didn’t find out until a drama news source got hold of the story, and announced it.

“Y/N Y/L/N and Noah Centeno are over,” The title read.

He knew he shouldn’t click on it, that he shouldn’t believe it. But, as he scrolled further, he saw a post from you confirming the breakup.

‘I hate to have to make this post, but certain organizations have somehow gotten ahold of the news, and there’s no denying it. Noah and I have decided to end our relationship. I will not go into details about what happened between us in this post, but it’s not hard to figure out what happened if you google it. I have no ill feelings towards Noah, sometimes things just don’t work out. We had a great time together, and I will always be grateful for him.’ The post read.

He scrolled back up and clicked on the article. He lightly skimmed through it, before a sentence caught his eye.

‘Sources are reporting that the relationship ended when Centeno was spotted kissing another woman in a Las Vegas night club, when Y/N was at home in Canada visiting family.’

That mother fucker.

He dialled your number and tried to call you, but you didn't answer, so he decided to text you instead.

‘Hey, Y/N. I just saw your post about you and Noah and I wanted to saw that I’m sorry. I’m sorry for a lot of things that I won't mention over text, but I’m mainly sorry for what that asshole did to you. I’m here for you if you need anything, just let me know,” The message read. Sure, he had thought about telling you how he felt in that message, but he knew it wasn't the right time.

He sent the message, and you responded less than a minute later.

‘Why do you care? You got what you wanted, him out of my life. You were right, so I don’t know why you're even pretending to care.’

That hurt, he thought to himself, before putting his phone down. You were right of course. He was a complete asshole to you, so why was he pretending he cared, when he obviously didn't. He had gotten what he wanted, shouldn't he be happy?

Because you were hurting, that’s why.

Your wonder under summer skies (summer skies) Brown skin and lemon over ice Would you believe it?

He woke up the next morning, and decided that enough was enough, and he needed to tell you.

You hadn’t answered him all week, and he was getting annoyed. He wanted to talk to you, and sort shit out, but it’s kind of hard for him to do that when you refuse to talk to him, so he called Adrianne Palicki.

You were a part of the cast of The Orville, and Adrianne was one of your best friends.

“Hello?” She said as she answered.

“Hey, it’s Chris,” He said.

“Hey, what’s up,” she responded.

“Well, I was wondering if you could convince Y/N to talk to me,” he pleaded.

Adrianne sighed, before continuing. “I don’t know Chris, she’s pretty mad at you. I mean she refuses to even watch Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. any more, she’s so mad at you,”

He ran his hands through his hair as he spoke again. “I know. I messed up bad. I just- I’m in love with her, and I let my feelings get the best of me, and I want to make it right. I just need you to get her to talk to me,”

“Alright, I’ll talk to her. What do you want me to tell her?” Adrianne asked.

“J-Just tell her to come to my place Saturday at 8, and I’ll explain everything.”

“Kay, I’ll tell her. But Evans, if you hurt her, I think I still have my Mockingbird batons around here somewhere,” She threatened, and Chris chuckled.

“You got it,” He said before hanging up.

You had no idea how you had managed to let Adrianne talk you into this. I mean, you were still mad at Chris, and didn't see that ending anytime soon, yet here you were. Standing at his doorstep, at 7:55 on Saturday night.

You knocked, and heard Dodger barking before the door opened to reveal Chris.

“Hey,” He said, giving you a smile.

“Why am I here?” You stated, plainly.

He gestured you to come in, and you followed him. You took your shoes off, and followed him into the kitchen before you were attacked by Dodger.

“Hey, buddy! I missed you!” You exclaimed.

“Well, he’s not the only one,” Chris said, before handing you a drink as you stood up.

“Are you going to tell me why I’m here?” You said.

Chris sighed, before getting straight to the point.

“I’m sorry for the way I acted, and for what I said. It was stupid, and I let my personal feelings get in the way of our friendship. I really am sorry,” he said, looking you deeply in the eyes.

Your eyebrows scrunched.

“You’re personal feelings? What does that mean?”

He cleared his throat before confessing.

“You remember that bouquet of flowers you got from your ‘secret admirer’?”

You nodded. “Yeah...”

He looked up at you. “That was from me,” He said, looking down at his feet.

He heard the sound of you putting your glass on the counter, and he looked up just in time to see you walk up to him, grab his face, and press your lips to his.

He put his glass down, and wrapped his arms around you, before lifting you up and onto the counter.

A few moments later, he broke the kiss, and looked you in the eyes.

“Why didn’t you just tell me?” You asked, resting your forehead against his.

“I was scared. It’s a stupid excuse, but that’s it.” He responded, before kissing you again.

You don't have to say you love me I just wanna tell you something Lately you've been on my mind

Less than a minute later your back was pressed against the sheets of his bed, with his lips still on yours.

His lips left yours to trail down your neck, his beard tickling you sensitive skin there.

Chris ran his hand down your sundress clad body, and gripped your left leg, bringing it over his hip.

You moaned at the feeling of his jean covered hard on against your core.

You brought your hands up and around his neck. He pushed his tongue into your mouth as you tangled your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck.

He disconnected his lips from your skin, and looked you in the eye.

“You want this?” He mumbled out, and you nodded. He sat up on his knees and fumbled with the buttons on the front of your dress. He struggled for a few more moments before he gave up.

“I can’t get it,” He groaned, and you giggled.

You sat up and quickly undid them. Chris watched you for a few moments before he began stripping himself. Your dress was thrown on the floor, followed by his shirt and jeans moments later, before his mouth attacked yours once more.

You moaned out when he moved his mouth from your mouth to your chest. His hands trailed up from your hips, to your back to undo your bra, which he did successfully.

He threw his head back and moaned at the sight of your uncovered breasts, before pressing kisses to them.

You ran your fingers through his hair as his mouth moved lower.

He stopped just below your belly button, and his fingers looped into your underwear, before pulling them down.

He made eye contact with you, before lifting your left leg over his right shoulder, and diving into you. His tongue swiped over your clit twice, befarepressing into your entrance.

You cried out, and tugged on his hair.

“C-Chris, please,” You begged.

He removed his mouth from you to smirk in your direction.

“Yes, my love?”

You groaned, and tugged on his hair again. “Get up here, and fuck me,”

He chuckled, but did as you asked. He sat up and tugged off his own underwear.

He spread your legs again, before gripping his own hard cock, and lining himself up with your entrance.

“Not my fault you taste like fucking heaven, baby,” He quipped.

You rolled your eyes, and then threw your head back as he began to push in.

He bottomed out, and hovered over you again.

“You ready?” He asked, pressing a kiss to your nose.

“Obviously,” You said, before Chris pulled out slightly, and then snapped his hips against yours.

You cried out, gripping his biceps while he set a quick pace in his hips.

Honey I'd walk through fire for you Just let me adore you

“I’ve wanted you like this for months, baby,” Chris growled out, snapping his hips against yours. “Ever since our first movie night, fuck.”

You moaned out. “I’ve wanted you like this since before we met,”

Chris bottomed out, and ground his hips against yours.

“Did he make you feel this good? Did he fill you like this?” Chris growled into your ear.

“N-No!” “Yeah, I’m the only one who makes you feel this good, right?”

You nodded, and moved your hips under his. “I’m close, Chris,” You whined.

“Me too, baby, me too. God, you kill me,” He moaned out. “How’d you manage to make me last barely 5 minutes inside you,”

He dropped his torso against yours, and grasped your face in his hands.

“I want you to look at me when you cum baby,” He moaned, his thrusts becoming erratic.

You nodded, and wrapped your arms around his torso as you were barrelling towards your high, as was he.

He moved his right hand from your face, and snaked it in between your bodies, his thumb coming to rub circles on your clit.

“C’mon, baby, let go all over me,” He moaned in your ear, and you were pushed over the edge.

You clamped down on. him, and he was pushed over as well.

Moments later, Chris collapsed against you, his head falling to your shoulder.

“I love you, too.” You whispered into his ear. “I realized I never told you.”

Chris chuckled. “We were a little busy, weren’t we?”

You giggled, before connecting your lips once again.

Oh, honey Just let me adore you Like it's the only thing I'll ever do

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fortune-fool02 · 4 years

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The Law of Nature

Gyro Zeppeli x Sister reader

Requested by: @weeaboo-god

Warnings: Spoilers for Steel Ball Run, angst, character-death

Please enjoy.

[Name] laid on the floor, curled up into a ball in a futile attempt to shield herself from the attacks of the other kids. Sharp kicks struck all over her body, leaving bruises with each strike, all while they laughed at her.

“S-Stop, please.” the small [Hair colour] Italian chocked out, eyes brimming with tears as her body throbbed with pain but her begs fell on deaf ears. She curled up tighter, making herself even smaller, when she heard one of them pick something metal up, trying to prepare herself for the pain that was about to come. However, the screams were not hers, the sound of metal hitting flesh was heard but she felt no pain. Rapid footsteps were heard growing distant along with the shouting but [Name] remained still, trying to hold in her sobs.

A pair of familiar arms wrapped around her, banishing any sense of coldness and embracing her in a secure feeling of warmth. She latched onto him, burying her face into his jacket as the sobs spilled. He didn’t care though, his hand rubbed her back as he rocked gently, comforting his little sister.

“It’s alright, [Name]. They’re gone now.” Gyro spoke in a hushed yet comforting voice, knowing that it always calmed her down when she got upset.

***

Hooves slammed against the ground, the steed galloping away from the scene as commanded by its rider. The [Hair colour] Italian threw a glance over her shoulder to check if Lucy was still there, which she was, the girl looked to be built of glass or pottery that could shatter at any moment if not handled with care.

This was madness. Everything about this whole race was utter madness. The terrorists hunting them down at every turn, the Holy Corpse that possessed the girl on [Name]’s horse, the President of America hunting them down to drag the girl back into his grasping claws. All of it leading to this moment.

Gyro had told [Name] that, no matter what, not to let Valentine get the Holy Corpse. The plan was for him and Johnny to take Valentine on whilst [Name] got Lucy as far away from them as possible. And that was what she was doing but that didn’t mean she was happy doing it.

[Name] and Gyro had shared colourful words about their opinions of the plan. Gyro standing his ground and refusing to be swayed by his sister’s persuasion. [Name] trying to use every trick in the book to convince her brother that it was a suicide mission going against Valentine. The eldest sibling was unaltered by this but the anger directed towards Valentine for what has happened had been turned onto her without his intention. Words were said that shouldn’t have been said, and even Johnny was left speechless at it.

Yet, as the distance between [Name] and the others grew, her mind only could imagine what was happening back there. Her brother and her friend were both fighting for their lives whilst she dashed off on her horse. With a growl, she pulled back on the reigns, halting her horse and turning around towards the battle. Blinding lights could be seen, followed by the familiar shouting of Gyro and Johnny.

Her [Eye colour] eyes fell down, her thoughts clashing together in her head. Emotions tangling up inside of her, twisting and mixing together, leaving her confused and unsure what she was feeling. This was the plan, the plan that Gyro insisted upon and refused to be shaken by neither [Name] nor Johnny. So, why was she feeling so lost?

She and Gyro have always had a close bond, one would dare say their bond was the strongest out of all the family. He was always there for her when her nightmares would plague her at night. He was always there for her when she would fall sick and did what he could to help her recover. He was always there for her. No matter what. Even in this race, Gyro made her protection his first priority as it has been since the day she was born. 18 years ago.

And here she was, running away with her tail tucked between her legs whilst he fought for her. Gyro has fought nearly every battle for her ever since they were children and that chewed away at her like a parasitic infection.

Not this time. This time, [Name] was going to stand by her brother and fight back. She was not a weak child needing shielding from the bully. Not anymore. With a small yell, she kicked her horse and the steed galloped towards the battle.

The closer she got to the battle, the more her heart began to clench at the sight. Blood splattered the ground as well as the three males. Johnny laid beside his horse, trying to force himself up whilst Gyro laid on his back, clutching his bleeding shoulder as Valentine approached him.

Ice cold fear latched onto [Name]’s heart, sinking its ragged talons into the muscle and forcing out any rational thought from her head. The plan, gone. The race, gone. Lucy and the Corpse, gone. The only thing that floated around in her head was that Gyro was in danger, and she needed to protect him as he has protected her.

“Remember, [Name],” her father’s voice echoed in her mind, “The strong should aid and protect the weak. Then, the weak will become strong and they, in turn, will aid and protect those weaker than them. That is the law of nature.”

Gyro was strong, he protected [Name] throughout her entire life because she was weak, but she was not weak anymore. Now, it was her turn to protect her brother.

As Valentine rose the gun up, aiming it at Gyro’s chest, [Name]’s eyes widened. No! Leaping from her horse, [Name]’s Stand materialised in front of her, charging at Valentine. Gyro’s eyes wrenched shut when he heard the gun shoot but he felt no pain.

Cracking an eye open, he watched as Valentine fell backwards, blood pooling underneath him as his eyes stared off into nothing. A sigh slipped his lips as he sat upright and-

“Gyro.” He turned his head to [Name] and his emerald eyes widened in horror. Her hand moved away from her chest, crimson blood rapidly growing on her shirt as well as her hand. No. Not [Name]. Her legs gave out from under her and Gyro lunged over, catching her just before she hit the ground. His eyes laced with fear as he examined her wound, trying to think of a way to stop the bleeding and keep her alive.

“No, no, no. C’mon, Gyro think!” he cursed himself. His mind going as barren as the field they were in. All he could think about was the blood leaving his little sister’s body. This wasn’t supposed to happen. If she had just listened to him, she wouldn’t have gotten shot! And he wouldn’t be holding her in his arms like this.

Tears pricked his eyes, Gyro Zeppeli never cried. He always put on a brave face for [Name] and that mask had shattered.

“Gyro...” her soft voice pulled him from his clashing emotions. She looked.... tired but happy, a weak smile rested on her lips as she looked up at him with those [Eye colour] eyes of hers. The sparkle in them flickering unlike a candle cut off of oxygen.

“I-I did it.” she said, “I-I protected you.” At her words, his chest twisted in both pride and pain. One hand brushing a strand of hair from her face and resting it on her head -much like how he would when they were younger.

“I know,” he forced out, trying to force his lips into a smile for her. “I-I’m so proud of you.” The way her eyes lit up at that was something that Gyro would never be able to forget. She looked so happy, more happy than any praise their father had given her. She coughed a little, a thin trickle of blood painting her lips, taunting Gyro.

“Gyro, c-could you sing to me.... that song you made?” she asked him, her hand resting on his and he held her hand, nodding his head.

“Pizza, mozzarella~ Pizza, mozzarella~ Rella rella rella rella Rella rella...” It may have been a silly song but she loved it. She always loved the songs he made, the jokes he cracked. She loved her brother.

Gyro felt his heart clench when her [Eye colour] orbs closed and her body went motionless in his arms. And that was the first time in years that Gyro Zeppeli cried.

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kayteewritessteve · 5 years

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Fated - 4/8

Description: You’re a rogue werewolf, a bounty hunter. It’s not the most glamourous life, but it keeps you paid well and highly entertained. But when a long time acquaintance resurfaces with a mission and a lot of money to throw around, you finally relent and take a job from him. And then things get crazy when you stumble upon your Fated Mate along the way.

Catch up HERE.

Word Count: 4,150 ish.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Werewolf!Reader

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Curse words. Sassy, snarky and adult comments and moments. Depictions of fight scenes and fighting, the same as canon stuffs.

A/N: I sadly don’t own any of these characters. And no beta reader, so I do proudly own all the errors and this story, so there’s that.

You release a deep sigh as you rub aggressively at your dry, stinging eyes. You’d barely gotten any sleep over the last week, not since the night before you arrive at the tower. Who knew that finding your True Mate would all of a sudden make it impossible to sleep alone anymore?

‘I did,’ your wolf answers smugly in your mind.

You just ignore her comment, though it does cause your eyes to narrow just slightly, looking as if you are glaring at your computer monitor now. Because once again, she was always so damn helpful..

But anywho, yes, you said week. It’s been a full week since your little sparring session with the guys. A full week since you arrived at the tower. And a full week since you’ve talked to Steve. Since you’ve even been near the man.

‘As if I hadn’t noticed that,’ your wolf growls now.

She’s been pretty pissed off at you the last few days, what with you going out of your way to avoid Steve. Every time you’d smell him near you’d run in the complete opposite direction. Always taking the stairs, locking yourself in your room every night, and even going as far as to eat every meal at random times during the day, and usually in your office.

Oh and yes, you now have an office also. Fury had told you to speak to Stark about a space for you to use. So you had, and he’d set you up with a random empty room, so that way you could have a quiet space to work, uninterrupted. A place away from all the hubbub of the tower, the team, and Steve. Though naturally, that last one Stark wasn’t actually aware of.

There wasn’t much to the room, when you walked in the door, there was a medium sized desk centered near the back of the room. It faced the door, and had a large bookcase behind it. On the right wall was a large white board and a fake plant in the corner closest to the door. Then on the left corner near the door were two chairs and a small table—yes, that’s where you’ve been eating your meals the last week.

But the one awesome feature about this little lacklustre office was the fact it was in the Avengers tower. So naturally, it had an insanely futuristic computer. One the likes of which you had never even seen before, let alone imagined you’d be using one day. Though it wasn’t exactly a plot twist, now that you think about it. Stark wasn’t known for being a cheap ass. That’s for damn sure.

You pick up the mug of coffee of your desk and take a few large gulps. The life juice being the only thing keeping you upright at the moment. Your body and mind are protesting the distance you’ve put between yourself and Steve. Begging you to go to him, to be near him. The constant urge to be close to him is maddening. And the fight to stop yourself from caving and listening to those urges, is fucking exhausting.

‘Ya know,’ your wolf starts, ‘this little exhaustion problem could be easily fixed if you just pulled your head out of your ass and let us be near him. That’s all we want.’

‘Who’s ‘we’?’ You scoff. ‘Last I checked, I do not want that.’

‘Simmer Ego-rella,’ she rolls her eyes. ‘I was referring to myself and the Bond. We need to be near him. Don’t you get that? Your body is weakening in protest of your stupid plan to avoid him. You can’t continue on like this,’ she sighs deeply and shakes her head. ‘You’re killing us all.’

‘Okay, Drama-rella,’ you roll your eyes now. ‘We aren’t going to actually die without him, so just dial it down a notch.’

She growls, snapping her jaw at you, ‘speak for yourself.’

You sigh, ‘look, you think this is how I wanted all of this to go down? You think I enjoy avoiding him like a plague?’ You shake your head. ‘I miss him too, okay? But it’s just too painful to look at him and know that he is with someone else. It’s too hard to be around him, and not be able to touch him or hold him, or, or love him. I just,’ you trail off, releasing a deep sigh as you glance around the room slowly. ‘I just can’t be around him right now, I need to focus on this mission. We need to focus on it.’

‘Plot twist, we can’t. Not without him near. If you actually want to accomplish this, you need his help now. Once our Mate enters our lives, there is no going back, nothing is the same anymore. Even if we can only have a part of him, it’s better than nothing at all.’

You nod slowly, you know she is right. It just hurts so much looking at him and knowing he isn’t yours, even though he was made entirely for you. And only you. Just as you were made for only him. ‘Fine, I won’t avoid him anymore. But when being around him hurts us both, because it will eventually, don’t say I didn’t warn you.’

‘Yeah, sure, whatever,’ she replies flippantly, quickly disregards your words, as she bounces around happily in your head. ‘It can’t be any worse than not being around him at all.’

You sigh, praying to the Goddess that your wolf is actually right. But deep, deep down you feel like she isn’t. Like she won’t be right, and you will both suffer greatly for it.

You push those thoughts aside as you hear a knock on your door, your heart rate skyrocketing. You weren’t expecting any guests, or rather, interruptions. You raise your nose high in the air, taking a deep sniff in. And instantly your heart rate levels back out as your muscles relax.

“Come in,” you holler from your spot still sitting at your desk. The door opens and Fury walks in, shutting it behind him. “Wow, I’m honestly surprised you didn’t just walk in like you owned the place, Plankton. You sick or something?”

Fury sighs but completely ignores your comment, and your second Spongebob reference, figures. “Where are we on tracking Heinrich down?”

“We?” You scoff as you raise a brow at him, “I didn’t realize you guys had any leads?”

He narrows his eyes slightly, making his way closer to your desk, before shaking his head. “That’s because we don’t.”

You nod, a small giggle leaving your lips, “that’s what I thought.” You turn your attention to the computer screen, “I, on the other hand,” you say smugly as you type on your keyboard, “am just waiting on a contact to get in touch. If all goes well, that should be sometime later today.” You glance back up at him, “once I hear from him, I’ll find ya,” you wink, tapping your nose with your index finger, informing him you will sniff him out. Then you turn your attention back to the screen and to the leads you were currently working on.

Fury nods once, then turns to leave. He was never one for long visits, thank Goddess. He was always a get to the point kinda guy, and you actually respected him a little for that. You weren’t a fan of idle chit chat. Not when there was a job to be done.

‘I personally wish he just wouldn’t talk at all,’ your wolf comments, ‘I rather enjoy when he isn’t around.’

You giggle to yourself at her words, rolling your eyes fondly, before you focus your mind back on the task at hand.

Since becoming a rogue, you’d found that other rogues were actually your best allies. You’d always assumed rogues were nomads, loners who hated all other wolves and wanted nothing to do with packs or the hierarchy system. But oooh how wrong you were.

Yes, rogues were usually lone wolves, who liked to remain isolated or in very small groupings for safety and support. But rogues as a whole were honestly more like a pack of their own. Not formally, no, but they looked out for each other. They helped each other like a pack would. If a rogue was having troubles or issues, the others nearby would stand with them. Would fight with them, solely for the fact they themselves were rogues as well.

It was like a brotherhood. Like they all had such a pivotal moment in their own lives that linked them together forever. Rogues weren’t just wolves who abandoned or betrayed their own packs, and then were kicked out for it. Some had actually left for similar reasons to your own, some had left due to issues with a mate or being rejected by one. Some had left to seek a better life, or a mate that they hadn’t found yet. And some just left because they honestly wanted no part in the pack ways.

All of your stories were so different. Yes, some were similar, but no two stories were the same. Though, you all had one major thing in common, you were all now label Rogue. That was enough to pull you all together, that was enough to form a loyalty to each other.

Yes, some rogues wanted no part in any of that, but the majority did. The bulk of you still yearned for that connection, for that sense of family. So you had made many friends over the years, in your various travels to hunt down your ‘paydays’. You had contacts all over the world, and right now you were waiting to hear back from one such connection.

Though he was honestly more than just another ‘connection’ to you. He was actually more of a friend, you’d worked alongside each other in the past. He was also a bounty hunter, but stuck mainly to working in Europe. The UK, specifically. But he also took jobs in Russia, Germany, the Ukraine and everywhere in between.

He spoke a few different languages fluently, and anytime you needed a translator you’d contact him first. If your bounty ever fled to that part of the world, you’d get in touch and see if he was available to help. It was a two way street friendship though, if he ever ended up in your neck of the woods, he’d do the same with you. Contact you for intel, local connections or assistance in apprehending the ‘payday.’

At the beginning, you would pay each other for your services, as it was the only way either of you would even consider helping the other. But over time, your partnership blossomed into a friendship. And now, you both helped each other for nothing. It was a mutual agreement that if either needed help, the other would be there. No money needed to change hands, as the deal was now just for simply swapping assistance. Being there for each other, no matter what.

Your cell rings on the table beside you, and you glance down at the screen to see John’s name. A smile pulls at your lips as you quickly pick up the phone and answer.

“Hey loser, whatcha got for me?” You grin cheekily, though obviously he can’t see it. But you know for a fact he can hear it in your voice.

He scoffs, “what, no hello dearest John, how are you? How’s life? Or I duno, maybe a thanks for sticking my neck out for you,” he pauses for effect, “again?”

‘And you call me dramatic,’ your wolf rolls her eyes. Though you both know she adores John just as much as you do. He is like the older brother you both never had.

“I’m sorry, did I hurt the big bad wolf’s feelings?” You laugh, “oh my bad, let’s try that again. Hello dearest John, how are things?”

“Pfffft,” he drags out the sound playfully, “too late to ask that now, ya dick. You already hurt my feelings. We might as well just get on with the real reason why I called.”

You laugh, “alright, alright, I’ll do better next time. I promise.” You laugh a little more at the disgruntled and disbelieving noise that comes through the phone. You know he is just messing around, he likes to play this stuff up. It’s exactly why you bug him in the first place, just to get a reaction out of him. But he always gets you back, tenfold. “So what’s the scoop?”

You hastily make your way down the hall, a manila folder clutched tightly in your hands. Heading towards the main meeting room, the very same one you’d asked Friday to have the whole team meet you in, 5 minutes ago.

John had managed to track Heinrich, and some of his men, down to an abandoned facility nestled deep in the Carpathian Mountains. A location almost smack dab between Dârmoxa and Broșteni, in Romania.

How John had managed to hunt him down, was beyond you. But you figured his wolf played a pretty substantial part in his search efforts. As he had originally been the top tracker for his old pack, before a disagreement on morals caused his Alpha to banish him. Something about John not wanting to use his tracking skills to hunt down smaller packs just so his Alpha could attack them, and take all their territory. John was never a violent man, and killing innocent wolves never sat well with him. He’d have rather been a rogue, than a merciless monster. And he sadly got his wish.

Though in the eyes of every pack member, rogues were the merciless monsters. If only they could see the truth. If only they knew the real facts. But teaching old dogs new tricks was a waste of time, and never worked out. So let them believe whatever they wanted to, you could honestly care less what any of them thought of you. And John was exactly the same.

But anyways, back to the issues at hand. Now that you knew where Heinrich was, you just had to brief the team on the intel, ship out so you could pinpoint his exact location in person and then hopefully take him down, smoothly and without too much hassle.

After the call with John, he had sent you an encrypted email with the long range photos he’d taken of Heinrich. As well as maps pinpointing the exact location. So you quickly printed all of that off and now clutched the hard copies within your fingers.

You reached the door to the boardroom and took a deep breath in. You weren’t nervous about telling them this information. Not at all. You were nervous because Steve was sitting behind this very door, and this would be the first time you’d actually see him up close in a week. Let alone been stuck in the same room with him. So yeah, this was gonna be a royal pain in the ass for you. Fingers crossed you can get through this debriefing without getting too flustered by him. Here’s fucking hoping.

‘Oh Goddess,’ your wolf sighs happily. ‘I can already smell him. Hurry up! I need to see him!’

You sigh deeply, closing your eyes for a moment to beg the Moon Goddess for strength, then with a final deep breath in you push the door open.

Your eyes instantly snap to Steve, sitting at the large table in his glorious Captain America suit. Damnit! Why does he always have to be such a fucking snack?!

‘More like a 10 course meal,’ your wolf purrs. ‘I’d happily eat the fuck outta that man. Any day of the week.’

You inwardly groan then flick your eyes to the other side of the room, where Fury currently stands.

“Leela,” you nod your head once to the man. “Thanks for taking the time out of your busy schedule to be here,” you smirk.

He shakes his head, but just as he goes to speak a sexy voice behind you speaks up first. “I understood that reference,” Steve mumbles proudly behind you.

You glance over your shoulder and the smug look now on his face makes an involuntary smile break out on your own, thanks to just how fucking adorable this man truly is.

‘Look at his little face!’ Your wolf coos. ‘Oh gosh, go pinch his cheeks! Cooome on! Just do it! Do it now! I beg you!’

You shake your head, hearing Tony groan loudly at Steve’s words, before your eyes flick to the former and see him roll his eyes playfully.

Steve looks gleefully around the room before his intense blue eyes lock onto yours. Which causes you to quickly break the contact and turn your head back to Fury. Just his direct attention alone makes your heart skip a beat and your tummy flutter with excitement. Goddess, you really are doomed.

Your wolf scoffs, ‘the only thing we are doomed with, is getting to have amazing, otherworldly coitus with that mountain of a man for the rest of our lives. Though I, myself, would personally count that as a blessing. Just look at him,’ she growls lowly in your mind, the noise sounding a lot more sexual than normal. More like a purr.

Fury clears his throat to gain everyone's attention, “okay, what do you have for us Y/N?”

You smile widely at him, “the exact location of Heinrich’s current hideout,” you say smugly as you open the folder, and then hand everyone around the table copies of the photos and maps that you’d just printed off.

Fury nods looking down at the pages in his hands, “excellent work, Y/N.” He glances around at the team, “alright everyone, we leave in 30. Pack everything you’ll need and let’s go get our guy.”

“Wait, hold up,” you quickly say just as everyone is starting to stand, halting all their actions. You playfully widen your eyes as you stare at Fury, “did you just praise me!?” You gasp, “say it again! Oh please, just once more!” You glance around still wide eyed and see everyone grinning at you, a couple team members laughing quietly. “Did you guys just hear that? The highest of praises!” You throw both fists in the air like you’d just won a dang Olympic gold medal. But you guess that a praising comment from Fury was basically just that. If not even a larger privilege in and of itself. Compliments from that man were few and far between, that’s for sure.

Fury just shakes his head and sighs deeply before exiting the room without another word. You and the others following suit and heading off in your different directions to pack and prepare for the flight to Romania.

You make your way up the Quinjets ramp, your duffle bag slung over your shoulder. Glancing around you realize you are the first one to arrive, everyone else clearly still packing. You would have taken longer to pack yourself, if you actually needed to bring more than a few days worth of clothes and your weapons. So basically what you’d brought with you to the tower in the first place, and as you hadn’t actually unpacked, what with the knowledge that you wouldn’t be in the tower long, your bag was basically always ready to go.

You made your way further into the aircraft, dropping your bag with a thud on the floor and sitting down on a build on bench against the outer wall of the plane. And the moment you did, you noticed one of your combat boots was untied so you promptly leaned forward to fix that little issue, and as you did you heard loud footsteps coming up the ramp. You instantly tense up and take a quick inhale of the air to determine who it is.

But the second the familiar smell hits your senses, you relax and finish tying your laces before glancing up at the newest member of the ‘Fast Packers’ club.

“Hey bestie,” you dragged the words out cheerfully, a smile on your lips.

His deep chuckle only makes your smile grow just a little more. “Hey Doll,” he replies, shooting you a handsome grin along with his friendly words. Bucky makes his way towards you, dropping his bag on the ground and plopping down in the spot beside you.

“Light packer?” You ask nonchalantly as you glanced down as his medium sized duffle bag on the floor.

“Don’t really need much,” he shrugs glancing over at you. “Growing up in the 40’s, we were lucky if we had more than one outfit per occasion. Still stuck in the mind set, I guess.”

You nod, pulling your phone out of a pocket of your tactical pants to check the time. “Makes sense,” you say back as a comfortable silence falls over you both. Upon seeing the time you notice that you still have about 10 minutes before everyone else should be here, so you tuck your phone away again and lean back onto the wall with a sigh.

Bucky follows suit, leaning back on the wall with you, the back of his head resting against it. After another moment he breaks the silence, “So, where ya been all week?”

You roll your head to the side to glance at him, seeing him staring back and then you shrug, turning to look forward again. “Around. Just been following any leads I can find, and drinking way too much coffee,” you chuckle.

He nods, clicking his tongue in agreement. And now you can almost feel the stifling presence of the question he wants to ask but hasn’t.

“If you have something to ask, just ask,” you say, breaking the silence this time. “No questions are off limits, but I just may not answer them all.”

He sighs, giving you a side glance, “it feels like you’ve been avoiding us all week.” You can tell it’s a statement, but also a question.

“That’s probably because I have been,” you reply, nodding.

“Why?” He turns to look at you fully now.

You shut your eyes, partially due to the exhaustion of the sleepless week, but also because you’re not exactly sure how to respond to that question. You weren’t avoiding everyone, just Steve, but sadly the others sort of came as collateral damage as they all seemed to aways be around him. And with eating at different times and alone in your office, you barely ran into anyone in the kitchen.

Keeping your eyes closed you reply, “honestly, I’m just not used to working on a team anymore. Normally it’s just me now, sometimes I’ll bring someone in to assist me here and there, but that’s not often. I guess I’m just used to going it alone and sort of suck in my ways. It’s nothing personal to any of you, just the way I am now.”

“I can get that. But try not to be such a stranger anymore, all of us here really like you, and enjoy when you’re around,” he chuckles lightly. “Plus I’m getting real sick of hearing Steve ask everyone where you are, or if anyone has seen you lately.”

‘Look what you’ve done, woman!’ Your wolf chides you in your mind. ‘The poor man is clearly missing us!’ And once again you just ignore her, not wanting to get into another argument with her over this exact topic.

“I’ll keep that in mind for the future,” you reply, giggling sleepily at the thought of Steve annoying everyone as he incessantly tried to track you down all week. That very thought both warms your heart and yet also hurts it, at the same time. You know the Mate pull has probably been affecting him all week, nowhere near as severely as it has to you though, but most likely enough to be a little bothersome. You feel slightly guilty now, mainly for the fact that you hadn’t even taken into account how your absence would affect him. Which honestly was kind of selfish of you, maybe you weren’t entirely ready for your Mate’s arrival in your life. Maybe you needed more time to figure yourself out, and prepare. But, too late for that now, as here you were.

“That’s all I ask,” he says back, and you can hear the smile in his voice.

A bunch of loud footsteps and voices ring out through the silent space and you know that everyone has arrived now, meaning you will be taking off soon.

“I’m gonna get some shut eye, wake me up when we arrive?” You ask, cracking your right eye lid to peek at the super soldier beside you and seeing him nod.

“Of course, Doll. Have a good sleep.”

You hum in thanks, smiling as you shut your eye again, excited to finally get some much needed sleep. Knowing that you’ll need to be a little more rested for the days to come, and for your upcoming encounter with Heinrich.

And thanks to the fact that Steve is somewhere close by, on this very aircraft, you should be able to actually sleep now. That should be enough to allow you to get some much needed rest. Because even though you haven’t actually laid eyes on him just yet, the Bond knows he is close. The Bond can sense him—well that and his glorious smell that is slowly taking over the Quinjet. But you’re not complaining one bit, his smell alone instantly calming your worries, your mind and your soul.

And as the darkness takes you, your last thought is, next stop, Romania.

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