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How you get the girl | DR3

― Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x black!plus size!reader ― Warning: mentions of food and alcohol; Mclaren Danny and tooth-rotting fluff. (1.5k words) ― Summary: Yn is tired of going on dates only to realize that the guy she thought was great, was actually terrible. So that’s why when her friend tells her she knows someone who would match perfectly, Yn accepts the blind date. It’s gonna be her last attempt at love, and now Daniel only has one date to prove he’s worth it. (based on this request)

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There are many ways in which one can fall in love. Yn didn't expect it to happen with her on the first date. To be fair, she didn’t expect it to happen to her at all. Being a plus-size black girl she learned to love herself, well aware that the way society portrays beauty wouldn’t always include her. Her shade, shape, and experiences. Which doesn’t mean she was not pretty. Quite the opposite, she knew she was stunning, and no validation was needed for that, yet you can miss it every once in a while. It rejoices your soul to hear how good you look and how smart you are.

But she left it on the second plan, focusing on her work and studies. Things were good, great even, however, her friends knew she deserved someone good. And as it happens, they knew exactly the pair for her.

Daniel was not looking for love either. He liked how things were going, and liked how he was able to focus in a different light this season, however, he missed it. Missed having someone to celebrate post-races with, to cuddle, and to hold him when he felt down. That’s why when Adam and Amina, two of his close friends from a tight group, proposed to set him up on a blind date he accepted. There wasn’t anything to lose, and he liked to follow his own bits of advice about enjoying being naive, enjoying the butterflies.

Even though it was a blind date, it was Danny who set up everything, with the help of his friends, of course. According to them, Yn would like a beach date. So that’s what he aimed for.

And it felt just right when she showed up wearing an orange summer set with a shy, yet bright smile on her face.

Yn didn’t know at the time, but she had just given a whole meaning to the orange color for him.

“You must be Amina’s friend, Daniel, right?” Yn asked, voice being carried by the wind and getting mixed with the sounds of waves crashing behind them.

Daniel nodded watching her curls bounce and her lips stretch in a small smile, “Yeah-Yeah, it’s me.”

“Yn,” they shook hands with a shy smile because even though Daniel was anything but shy, something about that date seemed new to him, like something he never experienced before.

“I hope you like the beach, and pizza. I wanted to go for something private and chill, Amina and Adam agreed, but still, I hope I got this right.”

She smiles, looks at the blanket on the sand, the pizza box, and the wine, then nods, “I love it. It’s exactly what I would go for had I been the one to choose the setting.”

“Really?” There’s a slight hint of disbelief mixed with amusement in his tone, and it makes Yn chuckle.

“Maaaaybe this would tie with a coffee shop date,” she confesses.

“We can do coffee shop for our second date,” Daniel is quick to shoot his shot and Yn arches her brow, she wants to smile again.

“What makes you think we’re having a second date?”

“I’m just manifesting, throwing it to the universe,” he jokes and she can’t help but laugh while they walk side by side to the blanket. “See? I made you laugh, my chances are getting higher, aren’t they?”

“It all depends on the pizza flavor, now.”

“Good thing I got one slice from each, then.”

“You kidding me?”

“No, and I got a whole one of your favorite flavor, well, according to Amina.”

Yn watches in disbelief and Danny sits by her side and sure enough, opens the two boxes of pizza showing her a pizza with different slices and a whole one of her favorite.

“Ok, and that’s how you get the girl. You might have landed a second date, Daniel.”

He smiles brightly and she can’t help but think that he now has a third one too.

“So, aside from having a great taste in pizza, what else should I know about you?” He asks while opening the wine bottle and Yn chews on a bit of food before starting to tell him about herself.

They go back and forth, there’s never the awkward silence, and they realize they have many things in common aside from the two friends that set them up. Yn has no idea he’s a driver and somehow it makes Daniel even more enamored by her. She seems to like him for who he is truly, and not because of a cool side of his that happens to make him famous and rich. It’s warm and fuzzy, and fun, and the symphony of waves crashing down and giggles envelop their afternoon until the sun starts to set and they decide to head home parting with a timid kiss in the corner of their lips.

It’s on the second date when she makes fun of his milk foam mustache and sips her own coffee mirroring his image that Daniel realizes he might be in love. Her dark skin is glowing, and the hair atop her head is like a halo, while she smiles at his camera with a funny face pointing at her mustache. Both unaware there are other people in the small coffee shop.

Daniel can only see Yn.

And Yn can only see Daniel.

At the end of that date, he takes her home and kisses her at her door. It’s soft and warm, and it feels right. It feels perfect. They fit together like two puzzle pieces. His heart racing under her hand, and her face stretching in a smile under his. He gets inside, and they talk and kiss a bit more before he has to leave.

It doesn’t take long for the third date to happen. Just two days, both counting the hours to see each other while frantically texting. It’s a drive-in theater, Yn’s idea. They watch a horror movie while Daniel gets scared by the jumps every time, making Yn laugh. They also share a popcorn pot, fingers shyly caressing the other whenever they touch by accident. When the movie ends and the credits are rolling around, the moon and the gleam from the big screen in front of them casting a distinctive glow on Yn, Daniel is sure he’s in love.

“Hey, so- I have this race next week, would you wanna go with me? I can fly you out on Saturday, or you can go with me and see how everything works from behind the scenes,” he suggests, fingers crossed in the dark praying for her to accept, praying for her not to think he’s being too fast. Maybe he was indeed, but this was all new to him too. He was fast on the track, he was never this fast outside it, never this fast to fall, to want someone, to seek someone, to show off someone. He wanted her by his side.

“Wouldn’t it be like making things official?” Yn asks genuinely curious and Daniel can tell by the way she bites her lips and one of her eyebrows goes up the slightest.

“Yeah, am I going too fast?”

“I mean, you’re a racing driver, I would say it’s your job to go fast, isn’t it?” She jokes and he laughs throwing his head on the headrest.

“Yes, but outside the track, I only wanna go fast like this for you.”

“That was so cheesy.”

“But did you like it?” He grins, and Yn rolls her eyes playfully before her body bends over the dash to capture his lips in a kiss.

“I loved it.”

And so a few days later Yn finds herself on a private plane meeting a bunch of different people and being introduced as his girlfriend, because sure enough, Daniel asked properly when he dropped her home that night. He got her a necklace and everything the next day. She learns that racing and the whole Formula 1 thing is more hectic than it seemed, but still, it’s fun. Amina and Adam watch the Sunday race with her, making fun of the way she can’t help but cheer loudly sometimes and bite her nails.

That was the Sunday Daniel got P1. The same Sunday he ran to her before the podium and kissed her lips in front of everyone, giving her his biggest smile and thanking her for being there, his lucky charm.

That was also the Sunday he said he loved her for the first time while they celebrated in private after the party. Laced in each other's love, gazing into the other’s eye, the certainty of the truth behind his statement.

Their friends were right, they were perfect for each other.

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gingernut1314 · 4 months

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'Tis the Season

Straw Hat Crew x GN!Reader

Summary: You share your holiday celebrations with your crew aboard the Going Merry.

Warnings: fluffffffff, some (very little) mentions of alcohol

Word Count: 1.5K

A/N: Soooo I've gotten into the holiday spirit and needed to write this, so I hope you all don't mind too much! @fanaticsnail thank you for contributing to my holiday cheer with your wonderful x-mas works! (go check them out if you haven't already! Very good!!) I hope everyone has an amazing holiday or can find joy in something that brings you happiness this month!!! 🩷

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Luffy: 🍖

As soon as you tell him anything about the holiday you celebrated back on your home island, he would insist on doing it right then and there

Festive and colorful decorations? He’s stopping at the nearest island to gather supplies and doctorate the Merry to your liking

Hot chocolate and food? Yes please.

Turkey, roast beef, or ham for dinner? Why not all of it?

The food is the most important part of this new holiday, he thinks

He’s getting Sanji to whip up every delicacy you can possibly think of

Fun holiday activities? The crew will be dragged along and they will have fun

He’ll want to double--no triple check that Santa is going to visit the Merry because he sounds super cool and he wants to recruit him onto the crew

I mean, come on! The guy loves cookies and milk and those are some of Luffy's favorite things!

…and he will be very skeptical of you telling him Santa is, unfortunately, not real

Luffy is dead broke so he goes to Nami to beg for berry so that he can get you a gift

Nami, of course, refuses to give him a single coin and tells him to make you something

So he would spend hours making you a gift

He would hand you a drawing of him hugging the life out of you on the Merry

And you would have to have him explain to you what is happening in his creation because all you can make out is the colors red and blue and what looks to be his signature straw hat

You love it regardless and hang it on the wall next to your hammock

Luffy will want to recreate the picture of course, and you’ll be more than happy to hug your captain back

Will leave cookies and milk out for Santa (and will eventually devour what he left out) and will try (and fail) to stay up all night to see Santa

You would find him dead asleep half an hour later and would be sure to leave a few gifts under the too-large tree he had Zoro set up on the deck for him

Luffy will get that guy next year, just you wait and see

Zoro: 🗡️🥦 ⚔️

He is uninterested

None of it is his style

Too flashy and too loud

He’s good to take a nap during the festivities

You will be able to entice him to come and eat the food Sanji was kind enough to prepare

And you’ll entice him further with some spiked holiday drinks

Luffy is all over the holiday, so it won’t take much convincing to sail back to your home island for the day

And while the rest of the crew is partaking in the festivities your home village is throwing in the snow-covered street, you’ll slip away with Zoro’s hand in your own

You will tell him how this holiday isn’t just about joy, food, and festive songs, but about life and death

You showed him back to the ruins of your childhood home, which he had been in mere moments before the villain you had been helping them fight set fire to it

The scorched front lawn was covered in clumps of candles, garland wreaths, rocks, and food, just as you knew it would be

You explained that your village had done this in celebration of the life your family had lived--to remember them and keep their souls filled with joy in whatever afterlife they might have entered

He would watch you light a candle and pull a small trinket from your pocket, placing them both on the blackened steps of your home

Zoro would light a candle and place it next to yours, sitting there with you for as long as you needed

He would even wrap you up in one of his strong arms, holding you tight

Later, you would gift him a bottle of sake

He had no clue gift-giving had anything to do with your holiday, so he would insist you share the bottle with him

He will be sure to get you a gift next year

Nami: 🍊

She would be a little on the uninterested side at first

But after watching how excited you got as you explained to the rest of the crew about the holiday you celebrated, she would warm up to it

She would even warm up enough to allow you to doctorate her tangerine trees with lights and tinsel

The lights were pretty enough, she supposed. The tinsel shiny

And she does love shiny things

Once in the holiday spirit, she would let it fully take her over

Nami would dock the Merry on the closest island and go searching for the best gift she could find you

When it came to you, she hardly thought much about how much berry she was spending

You and your joy were more important to her than a number

You had commented on needing a new pair of shoes a week ago? Bought.

Commented on wanting something so offhandedly you had forgotten the moment you stepped away? Bought and wrapped in whatever wrapping paper she could find that screamed your holiday in its bright colors

She would be very excited to watch you unwrap everything she had gotten you (which you had been very shocked at, but had been told strictly to just unwrap everything and not worry so much)

You would feel a bit embarrassed at how little you had gotten her, but she wouldn’t care because your gift was thoughtful

So thoughtful it nearly brought her to tears

After everyone else had gone to bed, she would take you back up onto the deck and hand you a cup of hot chocolate she had attempted to make (which she had done a pretty good job at creating without the help of Sanji)

The two of you would sit, snuggled up next to each other under a heavy blanket and watch the dancing, multicolored lights adorning her trees late into the night

Usopp: 🤥

Will get into it right away

He loves any excuse to celebrate, so your holiday is already perfect

Usopp is quick to make colored lights to hang up around the ship

And he’ll want to make everyone a stocking, which will be color coordinating and have some sort of special technique that didn’t need to be added in the first place

He loves all the different holiday-themed stories and songs

Throughout the day, he’ll randomly burst into horribly off-tune song and you will be expected to join in

The traditional stories you tell him get the typical Captain Usopp spin to them

But it just makes them that much better in your opinion

They become your crew's stories, making them so special

While the crew eats and drinks holiday drinks, he’ll tell the stories and have everyone, even Zoro, entranced by their colorfulness

You made the big mistake of telling him about Krampus

And now he is utterly terrified of getting kidnapped and beaten by the goat-demon

Though he won’t say he’s scared

He'll be very admit that he isn't

But a loud stomp of the foot against the deck floor from Zoro has the poor storyteller jumping out of his skin and using you as a shield

Usopp is a very good gift-giver

Not only is it handmade, but it is also functional (for once) and it will help you out loads

You give him his gift and he bursts into tears, thanking you and hugging you profusely

Everyone will go to bed, the lights hanging up everywhere only adding to the cozy, homeyness of the Going Merry

And you’ll just be nodding off when Usopp comes crawling into your hammock, begging you with tears in his eyes to keep Krampus away from him

You’ll laugh at him at first, but end up promising to keep him safe while you hold him tight

And he’ll hold you back just as, if not more, tight

Sanji: 🧑‍🍳

Of course, Sanji gets into the holiday spirit

It's a holiday you celebrate and one that makes you happy

And all he ever wants to do is make you happy

You’ll sheepishly bring him your family's old cookbook full of recipes passed down from generation to generation

And he’ll be more than happy to cook you whatever your heart desires

Nothing is too much in his eyes when it comes to you

He’ll insist you help him cook everything, seeing as you are the expert when it comes to these recipes

And you two will share bits and pieces of everything before it all disappears into the void that is your captain’s stomach

He will also be very interested in this mistletoe tradition

He makes it his mission to not only hang the green sprigs everywhere around the ship

But to get you under as many of them as he possibly can, for as long as he possibly can

You find yourself purposely wondering under the mistletoe and lingering there until Sanji notices and rushes over

Though Sanji wants to get you the best gift he can possibly buy, he’s not the best when it comes to gift-giving

Food and physical touch are his love language after all

So he bakes you a sweet treat you had once told him about, one you hadn’t had since your childhood

And it’s the best gift you could have ever wished for because he made it just like how you remembered it

He loves whatever you give him

It could be a stick you say reminds you of him and he would be over the moon, mounting it and hanging it up in the kitchen

Though you are sure to get him a very nice gift, one you had spent weeks thinking over so it was just right

He doesn’t need the mistletoe to show you just how much he appreciates the gift

Sanji makes you both hot chocolate and holds you tight as you two talk in the abandoned and cleaned kitchen

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fluentmoviequoter · 2 months

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Favorite Woman

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Pairing: Jim Street x fem!reader

Summary: Street celebrates you, his girlfriend, daily. On Women's Day, however, he steps up to make you feel special and loved.

Warnings: fluff!! brief mention of domestic violence (20-David responds)

Word Count: 1.5k+ words

A/N: Happy Women's Day to all of you amazing women! Life wouldn't be the same without you.🤍

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When you wake up on March 8, you don’t expect anything special. It’s just another day on the calendar, but when you’re dating Jim Street, you never truly know what will happen from day to day. After you rub your eyes and stretch, you reach for your phone. A message from Street pops up when you unlock it.

Happy Women’s Day to my favorite woman.

You smile as you type a quick reply before getting up and preparing for the day. The message was unexpected but a sweet surprise that put you in a great mood, and you hope it’s the beginning of a great day. Once you’re dressed and ready, you text Street another message, asking him to have a great day and let you know how he is when he gets a chance.

Opening your front door to leave, you nearly trip over a large bouquet of flowers. Your smile grows when you see Street’s name on the card. He pulled out all of the stops for Valentine’s Day, so you probably shouldn’t be surprised, but you’ve never had someone celebrate you for an entire day just because you’re a woman. Then again, you are Jim Street’s favorite woman.

✯✯✯✯✯

“What’s up with you, smiley?” Luca asks.

“Nothing,” Street answers. “Just excited for a good day.”

“Oh,” Hondo interject. “And why is it such a good day?”

“It’s Women’s Day,” Street replies.

“Ah, best day of the year for a playboy,” Luca teases. “What are you doing tonight?”

“Dinner reservations at a café on the beach.”

“Wait, you celebrate Women’s Day, like make a whole thing out of it?” Tan asks.

“Of course. I mean, I’m dating a woman, and she’s amazing, so I’m going to celebrate her every chance I get.”

“They grow up so fast,” Hondo jokes, shaking Street’s shoulder. “What else you got up your sleeve, Mr. Romantic?”

“Please don’t let that stick,” Street whispers. “I got her a couple presents, sent her a text this morning, just little things to show her I appreciate her.”

✯✯✯✯✯

“What is that?” you ask, staring at the gift bag with wide eyes.

“Delivery. It just got dropped off. Have a good one.”

“You too.”

Pulling the bag closer, you untie the intricate bow holding the handles together before removing a long jewelry box. The bracelet inside is small, minimalistic, but incredibly beautiful. The light pink color is nearly invisible, seeming to be a sparkling white diamond shade unless the light hits it right. At the clasp, a small charm with ‘JS’ engraved on it.

Despite knowing that he may not answer, you call Street. When he does answer, you don’t let your surprise distract you.

“Hey,” he greets happily, and you can picture the loving smile on his face.

“This is too much,” you say. “I can’t accept this.”

“Oh, okay. Do you want another color, or-“

“Jim,” you interrupt with a laugh. “It’s too expensive.”

“You make it sound like you’re not worth the money. You don’t really want to have this argument on today of all days, do you?”

“Look, I love you.”

“And I love you. I meant it, you are my favorite woman and I love you and want to celebrate you.”

“You do that every day.”

“Not like this.”

“Wait, what does that mean? Street, is there more stuff coming?”

“I’ve already said too much.”

“Well,” you begin, smiling as you lean back and think of the one thing you want but haven’t gotten today. “In that case, can I make a special request?”

“Sure.”

“I want a kiss, as soon as possible.”

“I can be there in five minutes.”

“Without leaving work,” you add. “LA needs you, too.”

“LA isn’t as pretty as you.”

“Street.”

“I’m just saying.”

“Street, seriously, listen to me very closely. I love you, and I know that you love me, you make me feel seen and heard and loved, and I appreciate you and all of the gifts more than you know.”

“I love you, too. Hey, we just got a call, but I’ll-“

“See you then,” you interrupt. “Be safe. I love you.”

The line beeps when he ends the call, and you smile, looking at his initials hanging from your wrist. Street is the best boyfriend in the world, and knowing he is willing to celebrate you just because of who you are makes you fall even deeper in love with him.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Domestic disturbance,” Hondo alerts as the team climbs into Black Betty. “Neighbor said he could hear the husband yelling before things were thrown against the wall, but both neighbors are barricaded inside, refusing to talk to police.”

“Any idea if he’s armed?” Deacon asks.

“No registered weapons,” Hondo replies. “But that doesn’t mean he’s not.”

“How are we doing this?”

“I say we go in through the front door,” Street offers. “If he thinks cops are waiting out there, he’s not likely to expect it to get blown open.”

Hondo shrugs before nodding. “Stay liquid.”

Street reaches the door first, kicking it open once he feels Hondo’s hand on his shoulder.

“LAPD, step back!” he yells.

✯✯✯✯✯

It’s been about an hour since you talked to Street, and each moment that goes by without an update worries you. Playing with the bracelet and looking at your flowers helps, but you need confirmation he’s okay. Someone knocks on your door, drawing your attention away from the bracelet as you sign for another delivery.

The assortment of fruit and chocolate is so beautiful that you don’t want to eat it. When you see the card, you rush to open it and read it.

One more delivery, but enjoy this until then. Thank you for making life fun. I love you.

You wonder what more Street could have planned because your day is as close to perfect as you’ve ever experienced.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Well, if you’re done being a terrible human being, I’ve got a date with a beautiful woman,” Street grunts, pulling the handcuffed man to his feet.

“Hope yours listens better than mine,” the man replies.

“Tan, I need you to take him,” Street calls, passing him off before he can do something he’ll get in trouble for (not regret, just be punished for).

Street looks at his watch, and Hondo says, “Get out of here. But you may want to clean up before you pick up that beautiful woman.”

“Hey, are we ever gonna get to meet her?” Deacon asks, smiling as he removes his helmet. “Because I for one did not expect you of all people to settle down.”

“I’ve met her,” Luca brags.

“Yeah, yeah, roommate privileges,” Tan says as he returns. “But no one else wants to live with Street.”

“I’ll bring her to dinner or something soon,” Street promises. “Bye.”

“I’m sure there’s a joke about his mommy issues or something, but he’s so happy I can’t bring myself to make it,” Tan muses.

✯✯✯✯✯

“I’m so sorry I’m late,” Street apologizes as he walks into your apartment, slipping his spare key into his suit pocket. “I- whoa.”

“It’s okay,” you reply, smiling.

“You look amazing,” Street adds, kissing your cheek. “Perfect.” Another kiss. “Beautiful.” Another kiss.

“You have good taste.”

“In women or clothing?” he asks. “Because you're the one that wanted the outfit, so I’m going to go with good taste in you.”

“How did you stay single this long?”

“I looked, but there’s only one you.”

“You did way too much today, but I love you for it.”

“I didn’t do enough. You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me, and I don’t show you enough.”

“You do. Jim, you’re the best part of me, and every single thing you do and say shows me that you love me.”

“So, you don’t want to go to dinner?”

You smile, laying your arms over his shoulders. “I really want to go to dinner. You look amazing, and I feel amazing, and I love you so much that I’m not sure I can survive another moment without kissing you.”

“Oh, right, I’m sorry, I forgot about your special request.”

“Then do something about it,” you whisper, leaning closer to him.

Street smiles, pulling you against him as he kisses you. Being his favorite woman makes you feel whole, and you’re never as happy as when you’re in his arms.

“I would like to hear more about how I’m your favorite woman,” you say, pulling back. “Because you’ve worked with some incredibly strong women.”

“But there’s only one you.”

“And there’s only one you.”

Street kisses your temple, wrapping an arm around you as he leads you toward his car. You lean against him, enjoying his warmth and the joy and comfort he provides you.

“That’s probably a good thing,” he replies. “Because the one of me that there is loves you, even if he doesn’t tell you enough. Happy Women’s Day, to the most beautiful, loving, perfect woman in the world.”

“Will you still feel that way tomorrow?”

“I’ll feel this way until I can’t feel anything. You’re stuck with me.”

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loki-cees-all · 9 months

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Nothing to Fear {Avengers!Loki x GN!Reader One-Shot}

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Pairing : Avengers!Loki x GN Reader

Summary : The mission didn't go quite as planned, and it left you with questions over the practicality of your relationship. But of course, Loki always knows just what to say.

W/c : 1.5k words

Content / Warnings : Fluff, Hurt/Comfort

Author's Note : For my beautiful and favorite niece @sarahscribbles, for her Birthday Celebration, using her prompt "You never have to fear that you’re losing me." Enjoy, my dear 💚

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You needed to be closer to him, and dull pain flared to life as you shifted in your seat. The effort to move even that much after the grueling mission was taxing, but the comfort he provided was worth more than the unexpended energy. Fingers weaved together as your temple found his broad shoulder, and you breathed a long sigh of relief.

At long last, the adrenaline had begun to fade from your system, and your senses slowly switched off. And once at cruising altitude, the Quinjet’s engines mercifully drowned out the other Avengers’ voices inside the cabin; Tony and Steve were arguing again - this time over why they had failed to acquire the intel they were after, and it seemed like the disagreement was going to last all night.

You and Loki were the only team members not participating in the immediate post-mission analysis, because as long as you were both returning home safely, you considered the expedition a rousing success. And there would be plenty of time for discussion later; for now you just wanted to enjoy the proximity of your lover.

Heavy eyelids drifted closed, and your lips curved into a soft smile as you felt his press against your hairline. The mission had been harrowing, but moments like these - the quiet intimacy of shared relief - almost made it worth the stress.

Almost.

An image flashed in your mind, causing your heart to thud momentarily in your chest. The team had been split into two groups, and as you, Loki and Steve infiltrated the facility, you found yourselves ambushed by a swarm of Hydra agents armed with flamethrowers.

Ordinarily, it wouldn’t have been that significant, but the terror in Loki’s eyes certainly was. The entire ordeal had only lasted for a second or two, but his fear was palpable, and so was the heat. The woosh of the flamethrowers overpowered Steve’s shouting, and the flames singed your clothing as Loki yanked you behind him.

His seidr was unusually quick at that moment. Normally, he preferred drawing his combatants out into clever banter in between blows; it was his favorite method of distraction and interrogation in his seemingly endless chest of tricks. But instead, he unleashed a sudden, massive barrage of emerald energy that took the Hydra agents out all at once - before they could even be questioned.

It was impressive, as he always was, but it left you absolutely rattled, and despite how relaxed he appeared on the outside, you knew Loki was feeling the same thing.

And you were sure Steve had also recognized the expression on Loki’s face as his seidr dissipated and reality sunk in. But like all good leaders, he was kindly keeping that information to himself, despite how pissed Tony was that they were returning home with nothing.

It had only been six months since Loki was freed from Thanos’ control. Only half a year separated him from those horrors, and every day you spent falling in love with him meant realizing how close to death it was possible for him to be.

But had Loki’s overreaction been because he feared for his life, or for yours? Was your relationship making everything easier between battles, while simultaneously making them worse inside them?

You knew that letting yourself believe this Asgardian God to be invincible was a mistake, one you couldn’t afford to make. But perhaps you being mortal was a complication neither of you could overlook any longer. Anything could happen at any time, and if relatively simple Midgardian weapons were enough to -

“Something on your mind, dear?” Loki murmured, apparently having sensed the flashes of tension still pulsing in your veins.

He was so talented at picking up subtleties in your body language, much to your own chagrin sometimes. You cracked open an eyelid to peak at him, and were unable to resist a smile as you took in Loki’s serene and exhausted expression.

Too tall for his own good, he had to shift down in the seat to lean his head back and achieve any semblance of comfort. But despite that, he still managed to exude an aura of elegance and solace unmatched by anyone else.

And even with his eyes closed - even while lingering on the edges of sleep - he could still tell when something was off.

“So, are you waiting to share until I’m fast asleep in our bed? Is that your evil plan?” Loki teased after you didn’t answer, just loud enough for you to hear as he shifted his arm to pull you closer.

“What a jerk…” you grumbled playfully, rolling your eyes even as you curled tighter against his side.

Loki only chuckled, his fingers rubbing against your waist, tracing lazy circles as he rested his head on top of yours and waited patiently for your elaboration.

Everyone else on the team had long since settled in their seats for the long flight back to New York, and Tony and Steve’s squabbles had finally died down; the only sound now was Loki’s soft voice in your ear in the darkened cabin.

And while the quiet ambiance was certainly comforting - a welcome distraction from the chaos that had erupted inside that Hydra facility - you were also tempted to start another fuss amongst the other team members, just to ensure no one could hear your conversation.

But doing so might doom Loki to having his personal business shared with the team, and that was something you knew he desperately didn’t want.

Resigning yourself to maturity, you took a deep breath, inhaling the spicy notes of amber, wood, and myrrh lingering on his skin, before answering. “I was just thinking…do you ever second-guess this? I mean, us?”

“No.” Loki’s answer was immediate, as if he had been expecting the question. His hand shifted, molding itself along the curve of your waist and squeezing to emphasize his words. “No, I don’t regret you, my love.”

“That’s not entirely what I meant…” you sighed, but not out of frustration. You were almost afraid to bring it up, worried about speaking it into truth. “Every time we leave the Tower, it could be the last time we…”

Loki twisted in his seat, bringing his other hand to tilt your chin upwards to meet his gaze. His emerald eyes almost glowed in the dim light of the cabin, casting an ethereal, comforting aura around you. Truthfully, you couldn’t be sure he wasn’t actually casting a spell, but you appreciated it all the same.

“No, I don’t regret you,” Loki repeated softly, looking directly into your eyes with the kind of sincerity that made your heart ache for him. “Nor do I regret anything involving you.”

You swallowed hard, pulling your lower lip between your teeth. It wasn’t like you to be this uncertain, and you felt guilty about bringing it up at all, but it needed to be addressed. “But what if something happens to either one of us?”

Loki’s fingers drifted to the frayed seams of your jacket, absentmindedly pulling at the burnt threads as his brow furrowed and unfurrowed. You could almost see the gears turning in his mind as he weighed his options on how to respond before that familiar and confident grin graced his features once more.

“Such little faith you have in me, darling,” Loki replied, his voice dripping with amusement. “I assure you, you’ve nothing to fear…”

His hand moved to cradle your jaw, brushing his thumb across your cheekbone, and he leaned in close, his lips hovering just above yours.

“You know I’d never let anything happen to me…” he whispered teasingly before pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.

You weren’t sure what to feel - annoyed by his joke, intoxicated by his demeanor, or surprised that you were feeling both simultaneously. But even when he was joking, there was a sliver of truth in every word, and if nothing else, he always kept his promises.

“But more importantly,” Loki continued after pulling away, murmuring softly as he rested his forehead against yours. “I’d never let anything happen to you, my dear.”

You nodded, believing every word as you reached up to caress his face. His lips curved into a smile as he pressed them into your palm. How was he so talented at weaving truth and tricks together? How was it so effortless for him to assuage any fear you ever held?

"Promise?”

“I promise…” Loki chuckled, pulling you back to lean against his shoulder. His eyes closed again as you rested together, one hand still lingering on your waist, and the other enveloping yours on your lap.

It was dangerous to be a part of this team, and it was borderline idiotic to fall in love with someone in this same line of work. Not many heroes ever managed to acquire a truly happy life, and maybe this was going to end terribly someday.

Or maybe it wouldn’t. Maybe everything would end perfectly, the way it was meant to. With a God and a mortal, and their unconditional love, anything was possible.

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Candy Grams

Summary: Valentine’s Day is coming up, and Eddie isn’t buying into it

Warnings: fake gagging, pouty Eddie, mentions of Lord of the Rings characters; otherwise, it’s my usual fluff :)

Word count: ~1.5k

A/N: The reader is in high school, a member of Hellfire, and 18! This also avoids the ST4 plotline because we need happiness, haha! I hope you enjoy this fic 🤗

As the cheerleaders and their sporty boyfriends kissed and cuddled with each other in the lunchroom, Eddie made fake gagging noises.

“Valentine’s Day,” he groaned. “The worst day of the year. And it’s not even here yet!” he yelled, spreading his arms.

“Yeah, if it’s this bad today, think how bad it’ll be on Friday,” Mike tried to add. Eddie glared at him, making Mike double over and concentrate on his sandwich.

“I know Valentine’s Day is a drag, Eddie, but maybe you’ll be surprised this year!” Dustin tried to encourage. “It’s also a good day to show love to your friends--”

More groans from Eddie.

“Or, subjects?” Dustin shrugged. Eddie chuckled in spite of himself.

“Oh, Henderson, the spell of love truly has a tight grip on you,” he squinted, landing a heavy hand on Dustin’s shoulder. “I feel bad for you.”

“Suzie’s great, and I think one day, you’ll find your Suzie! Just wait!”

“Ugh, Dustin, why are you talking about Suzie again?” you complained as you arrived at the table. You sat next to him, taking his extra chocolate milk. “This is payment,” you said, waving it in front of him.

“I’ll accept,” he smiled. “And we were just talking about Valentine’s Day and how Eddie’s going to find his own Suzie one day.”

“Eddie, why not celebrate your friends?” you asked, taking a bite of your sandwich. “That’s what I do every year.”

“I don’t have any friends,” Eddie pouted. You reached across Dustin to poke Eddie.

“Hey! I’m your friend,” you said seriously.

“Yeah yeah,” Eddie sighed.

He looked in the opposite direction, not wanting to meet your eyes. Your posture sunk, and you poked at your macaroni. Dustin saw you and nudged you a bit, making you smile, but you still felt sad. You always wanted to share your love with others, especially Eddie, but he always pushed you away. You didn’t know why, but it never stopped you before. Maybe it was time you ought to stop.

“I’m gonna go,” you said slowly. “I have to talk to Mrs. Jacobs about something.”

You got up quietly as Dustin opened his mouth to protest, but you held a silent hand up. He cocked his head to the side in sadness as you shook your head, telling him not to worry. Gathering your lunch, you walked towards the cafeteria doors.

“Y/N!”

You looked to see Chrissy Cunningham bob in your direction, a chipper and cheery smile across her face. You stopped, smiling at her.

“Hi, Chrissy. What’s up?”

“Well, I wanted to say hi and ask if you’re okay cuz you kinda look glum,” she said and you nodded, crinkling your nose. She clicked her tongue and gave you a hug, which you accepted. As she pulled away, she reached into her backpack to grab a little clipboard.

“The other thing I wanted to mention is that I’m helping sell candy grams for this year’s student government Valentine’s Day fundraiser. Do you wanna buy any?”

“Um, yeah, sure,” you smiled softly.

“Okay, great! Just let me know who you want to send one to and if you want to add a message. They’re only a dollar.”

“Sounds good!” you said as you pulled out a ten dollar bill. “I usually buy for the whole Hellfire Club… can you send one to Dustin Henderson, Mike Wheeler, and Lucas Sinclair, freshman class? And then one to Gareth Williams, Sebastian Brown, and Jeff Thompson in senior class, and all of them with the message, ‘Happy Valentine’s Day, my favorite freak’? It’s an inside joke,” you explained as Chrissy laughed awkwardly.

“I understand!” she chirped. “Anyone else?”

“Well, you of course,” you smiled brightly, and Chrissy returned it.

“Aw, thank you!” she said.

“Oh! And Nancy Wheeler and Robin Buckley, please. Can you write ‘You’re my favorite Wheeler’ on Nancy’s and ‘I go buck wild for you’ on Robin’s?”

“Haha, sure!” Chrissy giggled. “Looks like you have one dollar left! Do you want one for Eddie?”

You looked over at Eddie, who was still pouting. You looked back at Chrissy, who saw your lovesick look and quietly nodded. She touched your arm lightly.

“Get back to me.”

🖤

Valentine’s Day had finally come, and as you arrived at school, you saw extravagant displays of love (and unfortunately, PDA). Walking through the halls, your eyes were drawn to shiny heart balloons and pink streamers, and the couples who had obviously been waiting for this day forever.

Classes proceeded as normal. The teachers weren’t big fans of the theatrics, so Valentine exchanges happened only at the beginning of class. No candy could be consumed, and definitely no couples could sit and stare at each other instead of doing their work. As the day dragged on, the couples became sappier, and you were exhausted. You were at least looking forward to lunch with the anti-romantic Eddie. You didn’t want any more frills.

As you walked into the cafeteria, the boys waved you over. Their smiling faces made you feel happy, remembering how much you love celebrating this day with your friends. You sat down between Dustin and Eddie, and the former pulled a little pink bag out of his backpack.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Y/N!” he beamed, handing you the gift.

“Aw, Dustin! Thank you so much,” you said, giving him a hug. You opened the bag to see a handmade card, some fresh cookies, no doubt made by Mrs. Henderson, and a little teddy bear holding a heart with “You’re my bear-st friend!” embroidered on it.

“I hope you like it,” he said. “My mom made snickerdoodles for everyone.”

“It’s all amazing, thanks again Dustin,” you smiled.

You looked over at Eddie, who was quietly eating one of his cookies. You nudged him with your elbow.

“Hey,” you said quietly.

“Hey,” he breathed quickly, bouncing his knee.

“You okay?” you asked, concerned. “Today’s a lot, I know.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” he said, turning away from you.

The same sinking feeling you had on Monday returned. You were thinking about leaving, but, as if on cue, Chrissy floated in, smiling brightly. She had a gaggle of cheerleaders behind her, all with baskets full of candy grams.

“Candy gram delivery!” she sang, holding up her basket.

The cheerleaders split up and began distributing the candy grams. Most of them went by table, their baskets likely organized by cliques. Chrissy skipped over to your table.

“Hi you guys!” she beamed. “Happy Valentine’s Day!”

All of the boys except Eddie, who just nodded in her general direction, smiled and wished Chrissy a Happy Valentine’s Day. You gave her a small hug and a card you made her.

“Thanks, Y/N! Okay, here we go,” she said, going through her basket.

“Gareth, here you go, and Lucas you have two! Sebastian and Jeff, here you go, Mike you have five!” she giggled as Mike read a mix of “love, Mom” and “love, Nancy” on his, along with your candy gram.

“Dustin, you have the record! A Miss Suzie Bingham sent you ten via air mail,” she smiled, dumping a pile in front of him, “and one from Y/N.”

“How did she know?” Dustin asked to no one in particular, then turned to you with a knowing look. You winked at him, and he smiled widely.

“Thanks, Y/N!”

“Of course, you know I believe in love, sometimes,” you chuckled, hugging him.

“Y/N, you have four,” Chrissy said, handing you a candy gram from herself, Robin, Nancy, and Lucas, all with sweet messages.

“Thanks, Lucas,” you smiled, which he returned. “Thanks, Chrissy!”

Chrissy giggled. “Thank you for mine! Oh! Wait a minute!” she said, reaching into her basket. “Looks like you have one more,” she smirked.

She handed you the last candy gram.

To Y/N, the Arwen to my Aragorn.

Your breath hitched as Chrissy looked in her basket again, handing one last candy gram to Eddie. As she turned to walk away, she winked dramatically and flipped her hair, traveling to the next table.

Eddie shoved the candy gram into his bag, face reddening.

“Aren’t you going to look to see who it’s from?” Mike asked.

“I know it’s from Y/N,” he grumbled. “Same message as the rest of yours,” he sighed, pushing his tray away.

“It’s not,” you said quietly, making him look at you.

“You didn’t send me a candy gram?”

“No, I did. It’s not the same message though,” you said, looking into his eyes. “Read it. Please.”

He reached back in and grabbed the candy gram, looking at the message.

To Eddie, my Evenstar.

He touched the message lightly with his fingers and breathed deeply. You felt your heartbeat quicken. He set it down and reached for your hand, but then hesitated, reaching for your face instead and cupping your cheek, kissing you softly on the lips.

“I’m sorry,” he said, now looking sad. “I… I didn’t think you felt the same way. That’s why I was so bitter. Chrissy wasn’t even supposed to give you the candy gram, I told her to scrap it. Now I guess I know why she didn’t,” he chuckled. You smiled and leaned in to kiss him again.

“I’m glad she did. Will you be my Valentine?”

“Absolutely, my queen.”

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Slut Machine

Pairing: Charlie Hunnam x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, Vegas shenanigans Word Count: ~1.5k Emoji Prompt: 🎰🔪🧨 (key words are in bold)

“Morning, sleepyhead.”

… Whose voice is that? Your senses are too hazy yet to process who it was or what he said. You blink your bleary eyes and wake up in an… unfamiliar bed. The sheets are a ridiculous resplendent red—must be a love motel or some shit—there’s a story as to how you ended up here but you find you can’t remember any of it. Sleep was so deep that you feel as if you’re waking from the dead.

When your eyes finally flutter open everything comes flooding back. You’re here in bed with Charlie Motherfucking Hunnam and the sight of his blue gaze and bright white grin gives you a goddamn heart attack.

You cover your face with your hands and groan out loud at just how mortified you are. Recalling how you’d made a clown out of yourself last night when you bumped into this million-dollar movie star. Literally bumped into him—till yesterday you never even knew him—you had just been crushing hard on him for years but he was always a completely unattainable celebrity. A girls’ trip brought you to Sin City; you and your besties were hopping casually from bar to bar, when you had stumbled clumsily straight into Charlie as he stepped out of his car.

You’d simply scurried off in that instant ‘cause he was too damn beautiful in person and your ass was terrified. But then bumped into him again soon after you both got inside. This time you had a full martini glass in hand and spilled its contents all across his shirt and thought you ought to help the man get dried. Decided then you really shouldn’t try to run away and hide.

You’d grabbed a bunch of napkins, dabbing at his chest and abs through the damp fabric as you nervously apologized for what happened. Your spastic wiping motions all across his chiseled muscles weren’t exactly very helpful with the spilled drink situation, as your brain cells were all absent in the face of heaven’s most stunning creation. Charlie said some shit about how bumping into you a second time wasn’t an accident. You were too hypnotized with lust to understand just what he meant.

He joked that you could make it up to him by winning him a jackpot at the slot machines. You told him shyly that the whole gambling thing isn’t quite your scene. Although he didn’t want to pressure you he asked you to indulge him in a night of fun—all kinds of shit you’d never done—let him take you out around Vegas to the wildest places you had never been.

It didn’t make sense that you felt so safe with him but hell you did. You were still sober by the time Charlie was coming onto you and all your girlfriends chanted do it do it do it! And the craziest night of your life began before you even knew it. Took you to his favorite high-stakes casino—then to seats in the front row at a big AEW Dynamite show—and then to some intense axe-throwing place that also offered knives and ninja stars and other shit to throw.

The best part of the night though… was of course when Charlie claimed you as his dirty little ho. The memory of it is vivid as you look up at him now and find that both of you are still stuck in the most mind-blowing afterglow.

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“No way that was your first fucking time throwing knives?!” Charlie shakes his blonde head in defeat as he walks you back out to the sweet car he drives. “Bitch I swear you’ve been doing this shit your whole life.”

You slide into the passenger seat while erupting in laughter. He’s so fucking butthurt that your aim was better than his because he’s a competitive smug little bastard. “Well I am an assassin specifically hired to take out insanely attractive actors… but I can assure you that wasn’t a factor.”

He closes the driver’s side door, turns the keys and the engine ignites in a smooth thrumming roar. “And by ‘take out’ you mean…?”

“It’s cute of you to ask but dinner and a movie isn’t really the assassin scene.”

He chuckles playfully as he speeds down the street, the night alive with white hot heat, the lights of Vegas bright as ever as the night deepens. “You gonna kill me in my sleep, then?”

“That’d be making it too easy.”

“Babe, don’t tease me. We both know you make it hard.”

Okay so he just pulled that card.

Fight off the burning urge to stare down at his crotch—no doubt the car would crash then if you saw what you’re imagining and know you’d be unable to resist the urge to touch…

You’ve never wanted anyone or anything in all your life so fucking much.

The sudden tension in the air leads him to smooth back his slicked hair, facing the road with a restrained stare. He’s been picking up on signals all night long but doesn’t dare to just assume you want to go there. Tries to come off calm and cool although there’s nothing he wants more. “So, uh—should I just drive you back to your hotel or…?”

The voice that comes out of your mouth is one you barely even recognize. It takes both you and Charlie by surprise, the way your inner slut replies: “That’d be a fucking bore. You know I’d much rather you take me back to yours… so you can fuck me like a filthy little whore.”

***************

The swanky penthouse suite in the five-star hotel where Charlie came to stay… it’s a ten-minute drive away.

That’s way too far needless to say.

He needs you right this second, after what you’d gone and said—although the backseat of his car is a fine spot for a good wrecking, there are fifty shades of shit he’d rather do with you spread in the comfort of a big sumptuous bed.

Thankfully there is an extremely tacky-looking love motel just down the road. And it’s the perfect place for you two to check in and let your passions for each other just explode.

It turns out this particular motel has a requirement for guests to stay the night that just might pose a bit of trouble: lovebirds have to pass through the adjoining chapel first and be a lawfully wedded couple.

So you stand uncomfortably at the reception desk and bite your tongue. Happen to know that Charlie tied the knot in Vegas once when he was young; you’ve heard about it in some interviews. You’re sure that he’d have no desire to repeat that same mistake tonight with you.

But this has been a night of wild crazy shit and he’s on fire to continue.

Mostly it’s just that he really needs his dick in you… but there’s a spark that he can feel might someday blossom into something more and he just hopes that you can feel it too.

***************

Of course you do. The ceremony is a joke but you’re both giddy as if it’s real by the time you’ve seen it through. There’s just no hope of sanity and self-control between you two.

You’re in a fluffy white confection of a wedding gown that this establishment provided for the night. You look like a big puff of cotton fucking candy and he wants to take a bite. So much about this night seems wrong, but when the heat between the racing of your heartbeats is so strong, it can’t feel anything but right.

Once you’re at last inside your room he throws you down onto the bed and dives headfirst into your gown, and goes to town, taking you high until you die as he goes down.

The dress is so damn big, that you can’t see his flawless face, let alone his glorious dick, and that’s a royal fucking waste. You need to see and touch and taste.

He knows exactly what you need and ravenously rips the poufy fabric off of you. His pearly smile and the bristles of his beard are gleaming with your pussy juices as he climbs on top of you. You long to tell him just how bad you want to blow him—want to tell him that you love him even though you barely know him—it would be fucking insane to say I love you, but of course you can still show him.

Yet he wants to consummate this marriage first, before he lets you satisfy your thirst. You’ll have a lifetime’s worth of days and nights to suck on his big dick if you decide to stay with him and make him yours.

That’s everything you want of course.

This whirlwind of a night that started with a stupid joke about hitting the jackpot at the slot machines… turned into you being his motherfucking wife, after the wildest and best night of your motherfucking life. And now he’s here on top of you about to fuck you and it’s totally outrageously obscene.

You wouldn’t have it any other way ‘cause you know you were put on earth to serve as Charlie Hunnam’s dirty little slut machine.

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Please, Come Home

DINCEMBER - December 11 - “Christmas (Baby Please Come Home)”

Din Djarin (The Mandalorian) x Reader

Summary: Din takes a job just before Life Day and wakes up to a message from his family.

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: A ~lil~ spice, if you really, really squint... other than that just a really angsty Din Djarin, and sad times spent apart from his cyare.

Author’s Note: I’m slowly catching up on my Dincember prompts! Tomorrow is my last day in the classroom before Christmas break, so I’ll be able to really catch up soon. Again, this is pretty short, but I hope you guys enjoy!

Here’s the previous prompt: DINCEMBER - December 9 - “Let It Snow”

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It’s quiet on the Crest tonight, somber almost.

Din hasn’t had a moment like this to himself for too many rotations to count, so he sits in the pilot’s seat, the Crest on autopilot, arms crossed and helmet-clad head leaned back onto the headrest as he watches the stars pass by.

He’s been by himself for a few weeks now, but he doesn’t find the same peace in it that he used to.

Before you, and the child, he longed for moments spent on his ship, amongst the stars to just… be.

Now, he finds more peace when he’s sitting in his cabin with you and the child, snuggled up on the couch and under blankets as you quietly read aloud.

Over the past few months, Din had started to take less odd jobs. You’d both been saving credits for awhile so that the two of you could take a break, spend some time with Grogu, and see a little bit more of the galaxy.

This was his last big job for awhile, and he’d been tasked to hunt down a prince who had made a run for it during the middle of his own wedding ceremony.

Din had wanted to turn it down at first, because he hadn’t been presented with any leads or a tracking fob, and he knew that the job posed the possibility of running into his family’s Life Day celebrations.

You had encouraged him to take it, though, telling him that as soon as he returned you would have the bags packed and the three of you could embark on your adventure.

Plus, the reward for the safe return of the prince had been very steep, and neither of you could think of a reason to pass that up.

Over the weeks you’d been separated, Din had been receiving and sending holograms to you and the child.

Some of them were silly, as you were often interrupted by Grogu impatiently jumping into the hologram to show his papa a new drawing he had made, or to model a new robe you had bought for him in the small marketplace just below the cabin.

Some of the holograms were short but sweet, consisting of you giving Din a brief recap of your day, or of Din telling you good morning and that he loved you.

Others were reserved for late, dark nights on the Crest, when Din missed you so much that he was forced to work with the videos you sent specifically for his eyes only.

There were also one or two transmissions that he hated to think about.

You had sent one to him late one night as he slept, when he knew you should have been resting as well, crying silently in your shared bedroom. You told him how much you missed him, how hard your day had been, and how all you wanted was to crawl into bed beside him and have him tell you everything would be okay.

When he watched the message the next morning he found himself crying as well, finally acknowledging the fact that being apart for so long was taking its toll on the both of you.

Unfortunately, he was unsure as to how much longer he would need to be away before he could return home, and just as he had suspected, Life Day had arrived in the blink of an eye.

So, he sits now, in the pilot’s seat of the Crest, watching the stars as he awaits your transmission.

He knows there is one coming, because Grogu will beg to show Din the new toys he had opened up, as if you and Din hadn’t been the ones to buy them.

He smiles at the thought, knowing that he is waiting solely because you decided to spoil the child this Life Day, as if he wasn’t already spoiled enough.

It would take at least an hour for him to open all of his presents, if not longer.

Din finds himself laughing at the thought of Grogu becoming more enamored with the wrapping paper than the toy itself, as he had done in the past, and he can see the frustration, and love, written on your face as a result.

At that thought, he feels a soft pang in his chest.

He wants nothing more than to be there with you, sitting on the floor as your back rests against his chest, the both of you smiling at your kid as he has the time of his life.

Din can almost feel the warmth radiating from the fireplace, and he can almost smell the fresh pine decorations and the Hoth chocolate you’ve made.

Before he is granted the opportunity to slip further into his daydream, his console lights up with the familiar reminder that he has received a hologram.

Din wastes no time in sitting up in his seat and clicking the button for the message to play.

Suddenly, you are projected before him, the child in your lap as you both seem to look right at him.

“Hello my love!”

You call out, and he chuckles as Grogu squeals out a greeting as well.

“We have officially opened up most of our presents, haven’t we?”

You ask the child sitting in your lap, and he laughs at the way you make your voice sound funny when you ask him your question.

“Of course we saved some for when you return, Din. I want you to see him when he opens his presents, okay? I want you to have those memories too.”

Your voice wavers as you address him, and Din resituates himself in his seat to keep himself from focusing on the longing in your voice. You clear your throat and he is pulled back into the moment.

“Okay, Grogu, show your papa your favorite gift,” at your words, the child lifts a stuffed animal from under his robe, proudly holding it out to the hologram.

You laugh and so does Din.

Grogu is obviously very proud to be showing his dad his new toy, which just so happens to be in the shape of a Sorgan frog.

“Okay, now go get what I told you about,” you request through your laughter, and Grogu is quick to drop the toy in your lap and scramble down to run out of the frame.

When he disappears you continue to watch him, to make sure he is executing whatever plan the two of you had concocted correctly.

Din takes the opportunity to observe you for a moment.

He notes that your hair has gotten longer, and that your smile still makes his insides weak.

He also notices the way you fold your hands together in your lap to rest atop Grogu’s toy, and he thinks about how he would give anything to be sitting with you, holding your hands and pressing each knuckle to his mouth as you both wait on the kid to return.

He thinks about how you would smile up at him, and how you would plant a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth, just out of sight from Grogu.

“You got it?” You question, and his thoughts return back to the hologram.

Grogu babbles a response, and Din notices that he is pushing a box into the frame.

When he is satisfied that the box is where it needs to be, he turns to you for confirmation. You nod excitedly at him and he scrambles back into your lap, his small eyes and ears just barely visible over the top of the present.

“We have something for you to open up too, so we need you to come home soon.”

Din can’t seem to focus on the present clearly meant for him, as all he can see are the tears that have begun making their way down your face.

“Please come home, Din. We miss you. I miss you. I’m not sure how much longer…”

Your voice trails off when the kid looks up at you as a result of the sudden quiver in your voice.

“Tell papa goodbye, Happy Life Day, and that you love him,” you prompt, and Grogu manages to string together a couple of coos before he scrambles back out of your lap to go play with his new presents.

“Seriously, Din, I miss you. Please come home soon, I cannot stand loving you from afar. And I do, I love you across any expanse in the galaxy, but I want to love you here, in our home. I see how hard you’re working to provide for both me and Grogu, but I want you here to experience that life you make with us.”

You fall quiet for a moment as you ponder your words.

“I love you, Din Djarin, and I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon. Happy Life Day.”

With that, you blow a kiss into the hologram and the transmission stops.

Din presses the correct buttons to stop the projection and to archive the transmission before he begins setting up his space to send his own.

As the Crest prepares the proper technology, Din begins to talk to you as if you were there.

“I am coming home soon, cyare. I will not rest until I hold you in my arms once more.”

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moldisgoodforyou · 3 years

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you'd come with me?

wordcount: 1.5k

lol this picture just makes me laugh we love a mich ultra man

“How much longer?”

“Just a few…” Sophie answered Rafe absentmindedly, biting her bottom lip in concentration as she typed.

They’d assumed their usual positions while studying in her room - she was sprawled out on her bed, while he sat at her desk, concentrating on whatever homework he had for the day. She’d banned him from the bed during study time, much to his dismay, claiming he was far too distracting. (He still got away with distracting her half the time anyways, slinking over and tucking his large frame into her side like a dog that had overgrown its owner’s lap years ago.)

“Rafe?” She broke the silence after a while, punctuating her sentence with a firm shut of her laptop.

“Yeah, baby?”

“I just applied for a grad program.” She told him nervously, unsure of what his reaction might be.

He shrugged, not turning his attention to her. “Okay? I thought you applied to Ohio State’s, you’re basically in already.”

“Well, yeah. But, um - can you look at me, please?” Sophie bit at her bottom lip, anxious.

He glanced up and finally noticed her nervous energy, then came over to sit next to her on the bed. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong, it’s just big news. Maybe. I don’t even know if I have news yet, really -”

“Spit it out, Soph.” He nudged his knee against hers, concerned.

She nodded, taking a breath. “Okay. I applied to three other places, too. Two are in New York, one’s in Texas. And I know, I should have told you, but I wasn’t even sure if I wanted to do it in the first place, I kind of applied on a whim - well, I’ve been perfecting the application essay for weeks, but -”

“Soph, hey, it’s okay.” He cut off her rambling and a broad grin spread across his face, completely surprising her. “New York and Texas, for real?”

She raised her eyebrows and fidgeted with her ring, glancing at him worriedly. “That doesn’t worry you at all? That we’d be apart?”

She’d thought about how to tell him, when to tell him, for weeks now. She’d been hiding that she was interested in applying to other schools since June and though she felt incredibly guilty, she kept thinking back to long distance and how sad he seemed sometimes. She couldn’t break him with the news again so soon, not when she saw the way he lit up when they were together again and how content he was. Not when she saw how hard it was for her to support him from thousands of miles away, knowing physical touch was a big thing he relied on for comfort in their relationship.

He interrupted her train of thought as he took her hand, lacing their fingers together. “Sophie, baby, do you know how many jobs are in New York and Texas?”

“Wait, you’d come with me?” She stuck her bottom lip out a little, overwhelmed and almost near tears at his response.

“I was planning on following you no matter what.” Rafe smiled encouragingly, reaching out and stroking his thumb over her cheek. “If you’ll have me.”

“Oh.” She said softly, growing shy. “You’re sure? You could go wherever you wanted, I don’t want to hold you back -”

“Hey, hey, none of that. Where’d you apply, when do you hear back?”

“You’re sure this isn’t an issue.” She asked warily, not wanting to undermine his feelings.

“I’m positive.” He gave her a proud grin. “What schools?”

“Okay, um. Columbia -”

He let out a long low whistle, nodding. “Impressive.”

She blushed, finally grinning back. “Hush. Columbia, Syracuse and UT Austin. Isobel already got into Syracuse. Columbia’s my top choice, but that’ll probably never happen.”

“Of course it’ll happen, get out of your head.” He leaned down and kissed her, smiling against her lips. “Look at you, big shot, applying for an Ivy.”

She relaxed, her hands trailing along the hem of his shirt, and ducked her head to hide her grin. “Stop. It’s not that big of a deal.”

“It is that big of a deal. When do you find out?” He shifted to lay down by her, then tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.

“Um…not for a couple months, I think. You’ll really follow me?”

“Course I will, if you’ll have me.” He nodded earnestly.

“Yeah. I’d like that.” She beamed, nudging her nose against his. “You’re my favorite.”

“Love you too.” He responded. “Wait, did you just apply? Like right now?”

She nodded, biting the inside of her cheek. “Just finished my Columbia essay, I did the rest last week. Now I wait.”

He smoothed his thumb over her cheek, making her relax again. “You’re so damn smart. Should we go celebrate?” Rafe gave her a cheeky grin. “Double scoop with sprinkles?”

She rolled her eyes. “Doesn’t have the same effect now that you get it for free.” As a part of his internship program, he’d received a punch card for 25 free visits to Jeni’s, their favorite ice cream shop - they’d hardly made a dent in it since returning to school.

“No, I pay extra for the sprinkles and your waffle cone.” His grin gave way to a slow smirk and he kissed her neck, sucking gently for a moment. “We could celebrate other ways…”

“Wait, no, I actually do want the ice cream.” She pulled away before he could leave a mark, giving him a warning glance. “I gotta make up for what I missed over summer.”

He laughed, getting up and offering his hand. “Alright. C’mon, genius. Jeni’s is waiting for you.”

She took his hand, but didn’t stand. “Wait, Rafe. You’re sure, this is okay with you? I know you have your job lined up and all…”

Rafe paused, shrugging. “Yeah, well. Uh, Brooklyn got the job offer too, she’s already accepted it. So I wasn’t too psyched about it anyways.”

“Oh.” She nodded, thoughtful. “Have you been to New York? Or Austin?”

“I have. You haven’t? You want to go visit when you get in, so you can make your final decision?” He tugged on her hand, pulling her up into a hug and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“Not sure I could afford that.” She mumbled, resting her head on his chest.

“Man, too bad you don’t have a boyfriend with money to pay for those trips.” He hooked a finger under her chin, tilted it up so he could look her in the eyes and see her scowl. “If you want to visit, we’ll go. Easy weekend trip.”

“Right.” Sophie nodded, unsure. “Maybe. I’m not even sure I’ll get in, I’ll probably be stuck here in Columbus for another year anyways.”

“Hey. Stop talking like that. You’ll help me look for jobs in New York and Texas, right?”

“Of course I will.” She confirmed. “You know, we could probably find something related to film in New York…”

He scoffed and looped his arm around her shoulders, steering her out of her room and down the stairs. “I think my dad might write me out of his will if I did anything adjacent to the film industry. Waste of my time, he says.”

She frowned, letting him usher her out to the car. “Maybe you should go talk with the career counselors, see if there’s options to combine both. You’re good at marketing too, maybe there’s something there?”

“Not sure. Haven’t really thought about any of that.” He dismissed her quickly, feeling uneasy like he did any time he thought about his future outside of school.

Sometimes he realized he was really good at absorbing other people’s interests, like he was able to always match his personality into a perfect mold to other people’s expectations. With Colin and James, and now Sophie, he was able to let his guard down a little and figure out who he was, who he wanted to be beyond his father’s expectations. He felt like he was thinking about this ten years too late - eleven year old Rafe had always written his ‘dream job’ in school as working for his dad. Now he was about to graduate, set to get a job, and wasn’t even sure if he could list his hobbies outside of hanging out with Sophie and his friends, and watching movies.

“Look, I just...I don’t want you to lose sight of what you’re actually interested in just because you need a job. You don’t have to hate your job.” She told him, carefully.

“I know.” He nodded, shutting down the conversation. “Today’s not about me, though, we gotta celebrate you, hotshot over here.” He grinned at her, leaning over to kiss her quick across the seat. “I think they have the chocolate cake back in stock, I’ve missed it.”

She picked up on his hesitation, but didn’t push it. “You’re such a creature of habit.”

“No, you’re just a psychopath picking a different flavor every time.” He shook his head as he reached his hand to rest behind her seat, turning around to back up. “Good thing I love you anyways, smart girl.”

“Love you too, sweet boy.” She replied with a smile.

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all-my-love-for-harry · 4 years

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Watching Twilight with Harry.

summary: y/n forces harry to join her in her Twilight marathon.

word count: 1.5k

warnings: none! just tons of fluff

a/n: alright, folks. here’s the result of me going through my Twilight phase again. Enjoy! also, i should turn into a series watching tv with harry lmao

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Life was full with guilty pleasures. It could be a movie, a TV show, a food, even a celebrity. Y/N’s guilty pleasure was Twilight. She wasn’t sure why, but there was something about those movies that made her feel all blissful and excited, like she was a teenager all over again. And she enjoyed that.

Enjoyable things was exactly what she needed in order to not lose her mind during lockdown. Two months in and Y/N thought there was nothing else she could do that she hasn’t done already, so it was safe to say she was starting to feel a little trapped

One afternoon, Harry was out getting groceries and some other things they needed for the house and Y/N was just chilling in the living room, waiting for him to come back. As she scrolled down her instagram, she received a message from one of her cousins. It was just an inside joke about how they thought vampires were so cool when they were younger, and as she giggled, her brain clicked.

I wanna watch twilight. She thought.

Without giving it a second thought, Y/N turned on the TV and searched for the movies on Netflix. Deciding she’d watch the first one, she got comfortable on the couch before pressing play.

You see, everybody would agree the first movie of the saga was poorly edited and overall not that great, and although she’d cringe a lot during it, it was hilarious to watch years after it went out.

Y/N was so into the movie, almost drooling over Robert Pattinson, that she didn’t even hear Harry open the front door. “Babe?! I’m home!”

Harry’s voice snapped her out of her focus on the movie. “In the living room!” she answered. The curly-haired man gave her a dimpled smile before running upstairs to take a quick shower. Every time one of them went out of the house, they’d strip out of their clothes and take a shower in one of the guest bathrooms as a precaution.

He came back around twenty minutes later to put the groceries away and after doing so, he went to the couch and left himself fall next to his girlfriend making a ‘plop’ noise. “What are you watching?”

“Twilight.” She said, not taking her eyes off the screen but moving closer to Harry. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, letting her fingers play with his hand without paying much attention.

“The one about the vampires?” He chuckled.

“Yeah, did you ever watch it?” she finally turned to look at him. For a split second he thought about teasing her about watching cringy 2008 cliché movies, but he noticed the way her eyes were light up with excitement, so he decided to shut up.

“I watched the first one, but because of Gemma.” He said. “But never watched the other ones. There’s other ones, right?”

“There’s five of them, and we’re watching them all.”

“Are we now?” He asked, squeezing her a little.

“You just said you’ve never watched the rest, you bet your ass we’ll watch them now.”

“Ugh, fine. Just because I love you.” He cupped her face with his free hand, forcing her to look at him. He planted a sweet kiss on the top of her nose before letting her eyes focus on the screen again.

To be honest, Harry couldn’t care less about what they were watching, but what he did love was the comments Y/N would make during it. She’d throw jokes, make fun of the character’s choices or mannerisms and while some people find it annoying when a person couldn’t shut up during movies, Harry happened to love that about her. He thought that without those little comments here and there, he’d die of boredom.

“Edwards is so cute!” She nearly squealed. “I swear to god he was like, the love of my life when I was fourteen.”

“I think I like the Jacob guy better.” He stated.

“No, you don’t. He gets annoying in the next ones so be prepared.” They kept watching in silence, until Y/N’s favorite scene came out. “God, this was such a cultural reset.”

“Babe, they’re playing… baseball.”

“Iconic.”

Harry couldn’t help but laugh at the last scene of Bella and Edwards dancing at prom. “Holy shit, that’s awkward babe.”

The first movie ended and Y/N was quick to put the second one and this time, Harry paid a little more attention because he hasn’t seen it before.

“Oh my god, why would he throw her to the freaking wall when he could’ve just pushed the other dude out of the way.” He said.

“Am I right? That was so dramatic.”

They reached the scene where Edward leaves Bella alone in the woods after he told her he didn’t want her anymore. “But he was lying right?”

“Yeah, he did it so she’d forget about him.” She said. “But homegirl was depressed. I swear there’s nothing more Twilight than having life changing conversations in the middle of the woods.”

Y/N cuddled closer to Harry, wrapping one of her arms around his torso. She had to admit New Moon wasn’t her favorite out of the whole saga, but it was just because she didn’t get to see Edward enough, and God knows how much Y/N loves some Edward Cullen screen time. However, Harry was pretty much enjoying himself.

“Of course she went with my man Jacob.” He smirked and wiggled his eyebrows when Y/N looked up at him.

“Oh my god.” She snorted. “I hate that he’s a minor and Bella is already 18.”

“The vampire is like, a hundred years older than her.”

“That’s hot.”

Harry let out a big belly laugh, having a hard time to catch his breath. Now, he couldn’t be jealous of her little teenage crush, and he actually found it quite adorable and hilarious at the same time.

“So she’s trying to get herself killed or something?”

“She’s trying to see Edward.”

“Why?! He felt her alone in the middle of the woods!”

“He thought he was doing the right thing!” She defended. “You know, I actually cried in the theater when I went to watch it. My sister doesn’t let that die.”

“Should I send a video to Molly when you start crying?” He teased.

“Don’t be mean.” She pouted. Harry copied her before pressing his lips on hers gently.

“Look, the vampires are back, yay.”

She giggled but turned back to the television anyway. It was the scene were Alice went back looking for Bella, then there was the scene were Jacob and Bella were alone in the kitchen and the phone rang.

“I hate this part.” She said, clinging into Harry’s arm.

“He made him believe she was dead.” Harry’s lips went into an ‘o’ shape, surprised. “Is he going to kill himself?”

“That’s his plan. Keep watching.” She told him. “God, poor Edward looked so bad.”

“Ooh, I like that car.” Harry pointed at the yellow Ferrari Alice stole in Italy. “Should we get a car like that?”

“To keep it in the garage until we can go out again?”

“I won’t be needing your services after all, gentlemen.” They heard Edward said.

“He says that like he was ordering his own murder on postmates.” Y/N scoffed, making her boyfriend laugh.

“Oh my god, he flies.” Harry said when the vampires started fighting and Edward was sent to the other side of the room.

They were reaching the end of the movie, were Bella made the Cullens vote to see if she’d become a vampire or not.

“If I were a vampire, would you turn into one for me?” Harry asked suddenly.

“Why are you the vampire? I have the most knowledge.”

“Baby, Twilight knowledge is not vampire knowledge.” He pinched her cheek.

“Whatever.” She scoffed. “And of course I’d do it. You’d be a pretty grumpy vampire if I wasn’t with you.” She gave him a playful smile.

“True.”

It was the last scene. Bella, Jacob and Edward were in to woods again, and the two men were going to start a fight.

“… Don’t make me choose, because it’ll be him. Is always been him.”

“Girl, same.” Y/N said.

“Heeeey.” Harry furrowed his eyebrows playfully.

Y/N put her hand on Harry’s thigh, knowing what was coming next.

“He’s gonna do it.” She squealed.

“Do what?”

“I have one condition, if you want me to do it myself. And then forever. Marry me, Bella.”

“Hell yes.”

“It ends like that?” He asked.

“Yep. Imagine having to wait another year to watch the next one.”

“Didn’t you read the books? You knew what’s gonna happen.”

“I mean, yeah. But what’s the fun in it if I can’t see Robert Pattinson’s face?”

“Alright, that’s enough for today.” He took the remote from her hands and hid it behind his back.

“Give it back, we have to watch the next one!”

“All I’m seeing is my girlfriend thirsting over a bloody vampire!”

“C’mon, I’m thirsty over you too.” She rolled her eyes.

“Now we’re talking.” Harry came closer to her so their faces were only inches away. He looked down to her lips then back to her eyes, smirking when he noticed her blushing. “You’re not too bad yourself, love.”

“Gee, thanks.”

He chuckled, giving her back the remote but not without stealing a little kiss from her. He went out of the couch and Y/N protested immediately. “Lemme go to the bathroom first, woman!”

“Don’t take too long, we still have work to do!”

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everyhowlmarksthedead · 4 years

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THE FORBIDDEN FRUIT

Ezekiel ‘EZ’ Reyes x Obispo ‘Bishop’ Losa daughter! Reader

Anon #1 asked: Hi 💕 obsessed with your writing! I was wondering if I could request a fic where the reader is Bishops daughter so she’s jokingly referred to as a “forbidden fruit” cause she’s hot but none of the mc can have her because of who her dad is. But she starts to fall for either Angel or EZ? (Either one you pick 🤘🏼) thank you 💕💕

@ly--canthrope asked: I lied! I have a 3rd one for Ez haha. Not much of a prompt, but can you build a scene around this please? -- breaking the kiss to say something, staying so close that you’re murmuring into each other’s mouths- thank you so much!

Word Count: 1.5k

Author comments: This work wasn't re-edited, so I'm sorry if you find grammar mistakes! I hope you all enjoy. Gif credits: @xxrouxx

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“Yeah, you hit him hard, man”. Coco cheers EZ, once he's out of the ring and the Stockton members are picking up what is left of their prospect.

“Good job, lil'bro. You fucked up that bitch”.

“So, what's your prize, ah? Choose”. Gilly says offering him a beer.

“I'm gonna ask (Y/N) to take care of me”.

“No, no, no, no”. Coco replies, placing himself in front of him to stop his feet.

“The hell you sayin', brother? That bitch left your brain out of you, or what?” Angel narrows his eyes, shaking lightly his head.

“She's the forbidden fruit, carnal. Don' get into more troubles”. The mexican with long hair speaks.

“Prez looks happy teasing Oscar because I won”.

“Prez looks happy 'cause it's his daughter's birthday. ‘Best day of his life’, as he always says”. Gilly surrounds his neck with an arm, while continuing walking to the bar on the crowded yard.

“I will do it anyway”. Having a long sip of his beer, EZ gives it to his brother, taking the advantage to look for you.

You're sitting close to your father, clinged to one of his arms, having fun with your tíos and your family from other charters. It's your 21th birthday and Bishop decides to have a party with all the Mayans. So, the whole Santo Padre knows you're celebrating. It's the first time you see them all reunited, being the center of attention even if you don't like it. Every five minutes, a member walks closer to greet you, as if you were some kind of princess. Yes, your father is El Rey de los Mayas, but you're not sure what position it gives you.

Your eyes travel to the crowd, observing the younger Reyes coming with self-confidence and security towards your position. Sitting up on your chair, you smirk at him trying to not show how nervous you are. Should be illegal see this fucking good after a fight. You like him. You like him at the point you dream with him. But it's a shit that he hides what he feels because of Bishop. Just like you do. He's the most interesting man you have never known. Sometimes you try to figure out why the hell he joined Mayans, but then you see him riding his bike and your head goes blank.

“Congratulations, Ezekiel”. Your father compliments him with a huge smile on the corner of his lips.

“Thanks, presidente. I was… asking myself if (Y/N) could help me to fix me up. Angel sa—”.

“No”. “Yes”.

Bishop and Marcus talk in unison. The men look at each other, frowning a little. You're in the middle of them, raising your hands to both chests.

“Club business, caballeros”. Making fun of them, you get up from your chair holding EZ's hand.

You let him lead you to the inside of the clubhouse, looking for the medical kit to heal his face. Letting go his fingers tangled in yours, you cross the main hallway to the bathroom to take all the stuff you can need. Carrying it among your hands, you come back to the younger Reyes with that smile that makes your legs shake since you met him a year ago.

You ring the bell, holding with a hand the glass tray full of tamales, your best friend's favorite mexican dish. Coco opens the door with a cigar between his long fingers and a serious look on his face.

“We don' wan' publicity, thanks”. He says before trying to close the door on your nose.

“Don' you have a moment to talk about our lord Itzamná?” You joke on him, hitting the wood with a shoulder to come in.

“Ah, bueno, si es un Maya… pues sí, digo, no más, pasa, pasa”. (Well, if it's a Mayan… of course, come in, come in). He replies gesticulating exaggeratedly, starting to laugh.

“What's up, Coquito?”

The mexican takes the food from your hands, leaning to leave a loud kiss on your check.

“Hey, lil'mama”. The oldest Reyes surrounds your neck with both arms from behind you, kissing the top of your head. “Come're, I wanna introduce you to my brother”.

“The famous Ezekiel”.

“Oh, stop”. He clicks his tongue somewhat jealous, leading you to the kitchen. “Hey, EZ. That's (Y/N), Prez's daughter. So, don' try anything sexual with that smile yours”.

“Angel!” You break in laughs, before focusing on his brother.

“What's up? I'm Ezekiel, but everybody calls me EZ”. The younger Reyes leans forward surrounding your waist with an arm, pushing you closer to kiss your cheek.

You already know that you're fucked and in love.

“Don' lie, brother. We all call you ‘boy scout’!” Coco's words make you both laugh.

“You like adventures?” You ask trying to not sound as if you're flirting. But you are.

“And you?”

“Of course”.

“Yeah, well… What can I say then? I can make fire with everything, that's a good point if you wanna go hiking”.

“I'll keep it in mind, boy scout”.

EZ sits on the poker table, settling yourself between his legs to make it easier to clean the blood on his face with a wet soft towel. He doesn't set apart his eyes from you, on how focused you are on taking care of him. As if he was the most delicate thing in your life. And you're trying to not fall more for him, in case that it's possible. He doesn't need stitches, being enough using some iodine to cover the wounds. Looks like you're an artist in front of her masterpiece, watching him breathe somewhat nervous too close of you.

“I asked for a birthday wish that you don' kiss me tonight”. You mumble, getting lost in his eyes with both hands resting on his lap.

You're not going to blame the alcohol you have been drinking, but you're not in your best moment.

“Saying it will not be fulfilled”.

You can feel his long fingers, a little damaged, touring your hips until they flow on your lower back making you take a last step forward.

“Analyze the phrase, smart boy”.

Narrowing his eyes, and having some seconds, EZ begins to draw a sly smile shaking his head for an instant. Now, he has understood it.

“You wan' me to kiss you?”

“Technically, I don' want you to no kiss me”. You point out, emphasizing each word, containing a loud laugh. “That's what I said. More or less”.

“Tonight”.

“Yeah', tonight”.

“What about tomorrow?” He mutters, raising up a hand to the right side of your neck, caressing the line of your jaw with a thumb.

“I don't know, EZ… I think my last brain cell collapsed”. Pursing your lips, you're almost touching his.

He laughs between his teeth, before kissing you. Your heart has collapsed too, when the adventurous hand goes up to the back of your head, while your mouths fit like two pieces of a puzzle. In perfect harmony. No rush. No nerves. Nothing. You're calmed, enjoying the taste of beer on his tongue, and the taste of tequila on yours. His lips aren't soft, but you're in love with them, with him, right as he is. Al carajo with that your father said. If he is playing his skin for you, you're going to do the same.

Your fingers roam his bare chest, noticing that he's breathing somewhat better, pressing his hand on your back to push you a little closer. Up to his neck, your fingers wrap it softly while he bites your lower lip so sensual that, if he wasn't holding you, you could fall down.

“Your father is watching us”. He whispers onto your mouth, caressing your nose with his.

Your cheeks are burning when you turn between EZ's legs to the main door. Bishop is resting against the frame having a drag of his cigar and carrying a closed bottle of tequila. You know what it means. You made him the promise that you would get drunk together, now that you can ‘legally’ drink.

“I have… to leave. Put some ice on your knuckles, okay?” You say to the younger Reyes, and he simply nods.

El presidente is killing him with his look, offering you a hand to hold it and take you away from the prospect. Going downstairs, he puts his eyes on you with an incredulous gesture.

“It could be worse, dad”.

“Oh, really? Surprise me, mi amor”.

“Could be Angel, instead of EZ”.

“Why the fuck you have an answer for everything, ah?”

“C'mon, dad! It's my birthday”.

“Yeah, the anniversary of the best day of my life. But we're going to talk about it tomorrow”.

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jobean12-blog · 4 years

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Imagine sitting on beefy buckys lap while he fills out paper work and it ends with reader so fucked out she can’t walk or focus on anything so bucky has to carry her back to their room but they walk past Sam and he is like “😮 damn Barnes did u kill her” and Bucky is like “😏well fuck I might’ve” Next morning bucky wakes up to being tied to the headboard by reader for being so cheeky with Sam (cuz she heard everything)

Tied Up With Paperwork

Pairings: Beefy Bucky x reader

Word Count: 2,543

Summary: Bucky has some paperwork to finish up and you decide to go check on him. It starts out innocent enough...

Author’s Note: I combined the two above asks because they worked so well together! And this is for the @the-ss-horniest-book-club HBC’s 1.5k follower celebration and Choose your own Seb Sunday! Of course, I had to go with Bucky and Beefy Bucky because duh! Hope you all enjoy! It’s basically a smut dessert with a fluffy cherry on top! Thank you so much for reading! :)

Warnings: Fluffy and sweet Bucky, SMUT oral sex (m and f receiving), light choking, vaginal sex, very light bondage (18+ eyes only ;)

You wake with a start, book laying across your chest and the blanket draped over you. You must have fallen asleep while reading on the couch in the common room. You sit up, looking for your bookmark but instead finding a small post it stuck to the current page of your book that reads, “hey, doll, you fell asleep, so I used my note to save your page. I’m in the office getting some paperwork done from the last mission. If I put it off any longer Steve will try to kick my ass (ha-ha). PS you look like an angel while you’re sleeping (and all the time). Love you.”

You smile and hold the note to your chest before gently tucking inside the book to save. You wander into the kitchen getting yourself a cold drink of water and deciding to check on Bucky in the office. You grab a glass of water for him and head down the hall, the door to the room slightly ajar, the soft lighting spilling into the hallway.

Just as you’re about to knock you hear his deep voice, “hey baby, come on in,” and you open the door to find him sitting behind the desk, his black hat on backwards to keep the hair out of his face and your favorite soft blue sweatshirt covering his wide chest and shoulders.

You hum in appreciation, “hi, Buck, how’s it going, just wanted to come say hi,” you say as you saunter over, wearing nothing but his tee shirt and a pair of underwear. “Just came to say hi, huh, that’s it?” he asks, a slight teasing tone to his voice.

Bucky pushes the chair away from the desk and motions for you to come sit on his lap. You practically skip over and jump onto him, curling up with your knees up by his stomach and your arms around his chest, “you’re so much comfier than the couch,” you whisper, burying your nose in his sweatshirt.

“I’m glad, doll, just sit right here and relax while I finish up,” he says as he easily pushes the chair back toward the desk and resumes his paperwork. You know he’s busy, but you can’t help yourself as your hands start to roam over his biceps and shoulders, gently brushing all the dips and swells of his muscles.

He clears his throat, placing a kiss to the top of your head and you giggle, unable to stop as you reach under his sweatshirt and lightly tickle his chiseled abs. You love how they contract under your touch and you feel him start to harden under you.

You decide the paperwork can wait, rocking your ass slightly on his lap, loving how much you’re affecting him. You start to place small kisses along his neck and jaw, his scruff tickling your lips and you moan at the feel and tell him, “I’m so glad you’re letting this grow in, I love how it feels.”

The words have barely left your mouth before he has you around the waist, standing and wrapping your legs around him. He doesn’t say a word, just carries you toward the door and pushes you against it, successfully shutting and locking it.

“I thought you were going to sit nice and relax, doll, let me finish up, hm?” he asks with a reprimanding tone, eyes dark with desire. “I don’t wanna sit nice or relax,” you sass back, rolling your hips into his cock, now fully hard under his shorts.

Bucky lets out a growl, pushing you harder into the door and causing it to creak and bow under his strength. “Don’t wanna sit nice, huh, doll, well in that case, I have some other ideas about what you can do...” he murmurs as his large hands knead the soft skin of your thighs.

You yank the hat off his head and card your fingers through his long hair, giving it a yank before leaning in to kiss him, “and what might those ideas be?” you ask. He silences you with a searing kiss then gently places you on your feet, “lean against the door, y/n,” he commands, and you do as you’re told, peering down at him through lidded eyes.

“Bucky, what are you….?” but the words die on your lips as reaches under the tee shirt, hooking his fingers into your underwear and slowly sliding them down your legs. He takes one of your legs, smoothing his hand down your calf as he places it over his shoulder, looking up at you, he says, “take that shirt off for me, doll.”

You grab the hem and lift it over your head, now completely bare before him. His breath hitches as he licks his lips, “you are so gorgeous, baby, I can’t wait to get my mouth on you,” he says, kissing and nipping your inner thigh.

His lips trail up your leg, his movements deliberate, and his beard scratches your sensitive skin in the perfect way, “fuck, Bucky, please baby, stop teasing me,” you cry out, hands grabbing onto his hair.

He looks up at you one last time, his eyes almost feral in appearance, then he buries his face between your legs. You can’t stop your hips from grinding into his face, the expert movements of his tongue making you see stars.

Just as he moves his focus to your clit, he pushes two fingers inside you, the combined stimulation making the coil in your stomach tighten and you’re crying out his name as you cum all over his face and fingers.

Your body trembles as your post orgasmic bliss courses through you, Bucky supporting your limp body and trailing kisses up your stomach and sucking on the soft flesh of your breasts. Your hands carelessly pull at his clothes, “you have way too much on, Buck,” you giggle as he uses his scruff to tickle your neck.

He lifts his arms so you can pull off his sweatshirt, your hands immediately caressing his bare skin before pushing his shorts down to pool at his ankles. You watch the substantial length of his cock bob free and lay against his abs.

Your mouth waters and you move to kneel but he stops you with his hand on your waist, “as much as I want my cock in your mouth, I need to fuck you, now baby,” he growls, cool metal flexing against your heated skin.

His tone leaves no room for argument and you stand back against the door, his hands moving up and massaging you breasts as he says, “wrap your legs around my waist, doll.” You do as you’re told and watch as he takes his cock in his hand and guides it toward your entrance.

You both watch as he disappears inside you inch by inch, the stretch such a pleasurable burn you’re sure your moans are loud enough to be heard in the hallway. Neither of you care as Bucky picks up the pace, any control he had lost the moment he felt your warmth surround him.

The door buckles under the pressure of his thrusts, his movements becoming more erratic with each passing second. His hands don’t stop roving over your body, squeezing your ass, kneading your thighs and breasts as his mouth leaves marks on your shoulders and neck.

“Bucky, I’m so close,” you manage to mutter before crashing your lips to his, biting and sucking as your body begins to tighten once again. “Fuck, doll, me too,” he murmurs against your lips as he reaches down to rub your clit, the sensation sending you over the edge to bliss as he follows a few seconds after.

He slowly pumps in and out of you as your bodies relax, finally pulling out and gently setting you on your feet. Thankfully his arm is around your waist for support as you collapse into his chest and he guides you back to the couch in the office.

He sits down, dragging you into his lap and burying his face in your hair, humming contentedly and whispering in your ear, “damn, y/n, there is nothing better than being inside you.” You moan at his declaration, a new wave wetness forming between your legs, “Bucky, are you trying to get me going again….because it’s working,” you say before shifting to plant your legs on either side of his thighs and gliding your wet core over him.

His eyes lose all trace of softness at your actions and without warning he grabs your waist and lifts you in one easy motion, impaling you on his cock, now hard and throbbing once again. “You want more, sweetheart, I’ll give you all you want until you beg me to stop,” he rumbles, his pace even more unrelenting than before.

Your skin feels as if it is on fire, your hands digging into his shoulders as you ride him to your third orgasm in the last hour. You lean forward, your breasts brushing his chest with every bounce and sink your teeth into his ear lobe and whisper, “put your hand around my neck, Bucky, make me cum.”

The sound that leaves his mouth is nothing short of obscene as he trails his lips up your neck, his metal hand leaving your hip and delicately snaking around your throat. His eyes lock with yours in a silent request and you nod subtly, your own eyes full of trust.

He applies just the right amount of pressure to the soft column of your neck and your walls instantly clench around him, his next few thrusts all it takes to bring you over the edge once again. As he watches you come undone, his metal hand around your neck and your body bouncing beautifully on his cock his own orgasm crashes over him with a loud “fuck.”

You feel him fill you up, his warmth painting over your walls and dripping down to coat your thighs. “I love you, y/n, so much,” he quietly murmurs as he holds you close, his hands lightly caressing your back. “I love you too, Bucky, so much,” you repeat back, your smile sweet as you gently kiss his lips.

You stay curled up together on the couch for some time, your body physically spent but completely satisfied in every way. Bucky notices your eyelids start to droop as your breath evens out. He wants to take you to bed but needs to get you there unnoticed considering you’re both naked.

Realizing he is going to have to wake you to get you dressed he gently sets you down on the couch, carefully putting his sweatshirt over your head and his tee shirt and shorts on himself. He cradles you in his arms and you nuzzle into his neck as he quietly opens the office door and creeps out.

Just as he is passing the seemingly empty common room, he hears the shift of material against the couch and groans under his breath as Sam teases, “damn, Barnes, what did you do to your girl, she looks utterly fucked.” Bucky would have sent Sam flying if it weren’t for you in his arms so instead, he replies with a haughty, “she’s just completely and utterly satisfied Wilson, something I’m sure any girl of yours would know nothing about.”

Before Sam can come up with a snooty response Bucky whisks you down the hall and to your room, locking it and laying you on the bed. He grabs some water to leave on the nightstand and curls up behind you, his arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you close, “goodnight doll, sleep well,” he whispers before his own body gives into his contented exhaustion.

The next morning you wake up feeling refreshed and happy, rolling over to see Bucky passed out in peaceful sleep, long eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks as he dreams. You smirk, thinking about last night and how amazing it was, and the words exchanged between him and Sam. A devilish thought pops into your mind, remembering that you never got to get his cock in your mouth because he “needed to fuck you, now.”

You quietly exit the bed, careful not to wake him and go to his closet to grab a few of his ties. You make quick work of shifting his sleeping form and tying each wrist and ankle to the bed. You can’t believe he hasn’t woken up yet, but you decide not to think about it too much and proceed to kiss down the trail of hair on his bare torso.

Once you reach his boxer briefs you slowly peel them down, his body now heated under your touch and starting to move. His half hard cock bobs free and lays against his perfect abs. You lick your lips at the sight as you take him in your hands and lightly massage his length, soft moans now escaping his lips.

You lean down to take the tip of his cock in your mouth, gently sucking and licking as you continue the motions with your hands. His eyes blink open, head turning as he takes in his current position, “fuck me, baby, what a way to wake up,” he says, mouth wearing a shit eating grin as you look up, giving him a firm squeeze.

“I woke up hungry,” you say, voice low and sexy, keeping your eyes locked on his as you take his full length into your mouth. His hips automatically buck, the ties preventing him from pushing himself up fully, “oh doll, did you really think this would hold me,” he chides, pulling at the soft silk fabric and causing the bed to groan under his strength.

“I’m going to get my fill whether you stay tied up or not, baby, so don’t you get all caveman on me,” you scold, before resuming your movements, his abs tightening deliciously as you work him over. You know he’s close, his cock throbbing in your mouth as the ties strain under his force.

He lets out a roar before he rips the ties from of the bed in one swift motion, grabbing your hair and guiding your head as his warm cum shoots down your throat. You swallow all of it, sitting up and demurely wiping your lips to give him your sweetest smile, “yummy,” you say before scooting up his body and laying on his chest.

“That might be the best way to wake up, ever!” he says, winking, his large hands roaming over your soft curves and lightly tickling your sides. “Bucky, I swear, if you start tickling me, I will kill you!” you yell at him, trying to grab his wrists but having little success.

He easily rolls over, using his weight to pin you to the mattress, “what was that, doll, you’ll do what now?” he teases, rolling his hips into yours, the feel of his hardening cock sending jolts of pleasure through you.

“Oh, fuck me,” you whimper out, rubbing your legs together to relieve some of the pressure before hearing him say, “all you had to do was ask, baby girl,” his voice laced with lust, as he covers your mouth with his. And boy did he ever.

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banditthewriter · 4 years

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Leave Nothing To Chance - Charles Vane

So. This happened. No idea where this came from, but here we go, 1.5k words of... something. First time writing for this fandom and this character. But who hasn’t wanted to be a pirate at some point in their life, right? (Except the paralyzing fear of drowning that is...)

Does this mean my fic writing hiatus is over? Probably not. Consider this a fic relapse. We’ll see what happens.

Uh. But yeah. Enjoy?

*gif not mine*

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The conversations from people in the streets rose up to meet you on the patio where you sat with one of your favorite books. The sun had driven most people into taverns and the inn, but some had to make the trek through the heart of Nassau. The merchants, the men and women who toiled tirelessly to survive.

Your mother had been a teacher in Nassau before her untimely death. It meant that you were educated, but to what end? Your father would have you married off to some merchant or farmer in the interior before he would allow you to make your own way through the world. And if your stepmother had anything to say about it, you’d be working in the brothel.

If working with her legs in the air was good enough for her daughter, it was good enough for her good for nothing stepdaughter. At least that’s what she constantly told your father anytime the subject of money came up.

The secret stash of coins that you had been adding to since your fifth birthday, long before you ever came to Nassau, was your ticket to a better life. And with every passing day as your father’s health started to fail him, you began coming up with contingencies.

As you flipped the page in the book you were pretending to read, you heard a snippet of conversation from some of the men who were making their way from the butcher shop.

“Did you see who came into the bay this morning?”

“Aye, The Ranger. If the stories are to be believed, it’s the biggest haul the crew has gotten in years.”

“Going to be a rowdy night for certain.”

The men scurried off out of view and away from where you could hear them, but that didn’t stop you from peering over the railing as if you could see the bay from where you sat.

The Ranger coming back with a big prize did mean that the island would be buzzing with excitement and danger, as it always did when one of the crews had a large haul. The men wanted to celebrate, others wanted to express their jealousy.

You slipped the string that you used for a bookmark between the pages as you thought about what this might mean for the night. The crew would mostly be at either the tavern or the inn.

And perhaps, if you could be sneaky enough, you might be as well.

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The lump in your bed was made by extra bedding and clothes. If anyone opened your bedroom door, that’s all they would see on the mattress on the floor that you slept on. It wasn’t often that your father checked on you, not now that you were older, but on nights when Nassau was as chaotic as it was that night?

He might just want to make sure you were sound asleep.

Instead you scaled down the edge of the patio and hopped onto the street below. No one had heard and if anyone on the street noticed, they didn’t draw attention to you. Most people were hurrying towards one vice or another so you weren’t a cause for concern for any of them.

You dusted off your dress before you started towards the tavern.

It had been a choice between the inn or the tavern but you knew that an unaccompanied woman in the inn-also-brothel would draw too much attention. The tavern made more sense. You’d been before, of course, but rarely by yourself.

Even rarer still did you go on a night when one of the larger crews had returned from a long voyage with a prize that had garnered them quite the payment. If the gossip was to be believed, that is.

The tavern was alive with song and laughter, voices calling out over each other to the point where nothing made sense. You saw a few familiar faces, but none you’d wish to interrupt. Instead you continued to act as if you were looking for someone.

In fact you weren’t looking for anyone. You knew you didn’t need to. Not on a night like this.

A bit of blonde hair caught your eye and you quickly ducked behind a bulky pirate before Eleanor Guthrie caught sight of you. She had a habit of throwing you out if she caught you there alone and you didn’t want to take the chance. Not tonight.

Instead you slipped through the crowd and kept your head down. You knew how to act around pirates, had been taught since you came to Nassau. Don’t draw attention to yourself but don’t cower. If someone starts something, stand firm as you back away. It was a dance of contradictions, but one you had gotten good at over the years.

Most of the people in Nassau respected your father, remembered your mother fondly, but there was always someone who was willing to piss on that respect if they felt the urge.

You made strides to never give them a reason to bother with you.

A hand squeezed at your backside. Your eyes darted to the side to where the culprit stood. A bleary eyed pirate looked back at you, his mostly toothless grin making you roll your eyes. It didn’t take much of a prod towards one of the buxom ladies nearby for him to go off in a different direction.

Those encounters happened more often than not. You would deal with those a thousand times if it meant you didn’t have to deal with the more serious situations.

While your attention was on the toothless pirate about to bury himself in the cleavage of the lady he had stumbled into, you found yourself stumbling into someone. Someone taller than you and sturdy.

A breath was startled out of you as you looked up and met the blue eyes of the one and only Charles Vane. The captain of The Ranger himself stood before you without a care in the world. He had a tankard of ale in one hand and the other resting at his side.

“You should watch where you’re walking,” he rasped in the unique voice of his.

You tore your eyes away from his look and cast a glance around the tavern. No one had seemed to notice the two of you.

“It was an accident. My apologies Captain Vane.”

From the corner of your eye, you watched as he tilted his head. He was observing you, cataloging every inch and wrinkle. The idea of him staring at you like that should make you indignant, but you found yourself giddy at the attention instead.

“You shouldn’t be here.”

That was a familiar sentiment. You let yourself catch his intense gaze once more.

“I thought the tavern was open to the public. Or has The Ranger crew rented it out for the night for their own devices?”

Those eyes narrowed at you. Whatever spark that had led you to snap at the captain was almost completely extinguished. Almost. You remembered your mother’s words about standing firm as you back away from conflict.

Perhaps you should put that to the test.

“If you’ll excuse me,” you said as you turned towards one of the doors that led out to a lesser traveled street.

You had barely stepped onto the dirt before a hand grabbed around your upper arm.

“I think we should discuss your attitude,” he said as he started to urge you down the street and towards a secluded area where no one would be able to see the two of you.

You opened your mouth to form a rebuttal, but the look on his face said that it wouldn’t be welcomed right then. Instead you bit your tongue and mentally listed all the ways this was going to end badly for someone.

In the secluded corner, you were pushed until your back hit the wall of the building. He stood before you, close enough that you could still feel the warmth of him.

“Do you think your attitude is wise when you’re speaking to a pirate?”

You wanted to cross your arms but refused to show any weakness. Instead you tilted your chin up towards him.

“What can I say? I guess you just bring it out of me.”

His eyes widened at your snark. You felt more than saw his hand come up towards you, brushing against your arm completely on purpose. Then the backs of his fingers brushed against your cheek.

“I missed you too.”

Charles wrapped his hand around the back of your neck to tug you into a kiss. You pulled back long enough to give him a glare for good measure before you tugged him back in for another kiss. And another and another.

It was tradition for you to find him when he made it back to Nassau. Just like every time before that your paths crossed in public, the two of you always pretended to not know one another. Each time it got harder and harder, but you knew why the two of you did it.

Your father wanted you to marry a merchant or farmer. Your stepmother wanted you to become a whore. And you? Well you were in love with a pirate captain and wanted to run away to the sea with him.

It wasn’t exactly easy but hey, that was Nassau.

Thanks for reading?

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yootaesowlwrites · 4 years

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Requested by: anon

Request: hello and good day to you! just saw someone request a pierre imagine from you about the reader being a part of their team and both reader and pierre falling in love, and i loved that scenario! i was just wondering if i could request for a similar one with alex and one with george? they are my favorite drivers 🥺🥺 only if it’s alright with you of course! love your writing sm! i enjoy reading your work so much ❤️

A/N: I HAD TO REWRITE IT AFTER THE TUSCAN GP, I Think it turned out better than it was, anyway, I wanted to publish this on the 20th, but ALEX WAS ON THE PODIUM... let’s celebrate.

Warnings: Love at first sight?

Word Count: 1.5K

【 • Primary Masterlist • Alex Albon Masterlist • 】

【 • Characters & Drivers I Write For • Rules & Request • 】

(Y/n) recently finished university and RedBull racing quickly approached her when one of their physiotherapists had to leave for a family emergency, they didn’t have enough time to find somebody more experienced during the Tuscan Grand Prix and decided to give her a try, to say she was over the moon about their contract was an understatement, she was tested before being allowed to enter Italy late Wednesday night, the next morning she met the team and walked through the paddock to meet the driver she would be helping for the remainder of the season.

“We realize that this was short notice, but we’re grateful that you agreed, especially with everything currently happening in the world,” Christian says as they approached the driver's rooms in the paddock. “I’ll introduce you and then I must be on my way for a meeting.” She nods her head as she continued following, they approach Alex’s room and Christian knocks on the door, the door cracks open to reveal Alex himself.

“Hey, Christian.” Alex greets him, his eyes fall on (Y/n) and his eyes quickly soften once he sees her. “Hi.”

“Alex, this is (Y/n), she’ll be assisting you for the reminded of the season,” Christian says, Alex nods his head. “I’ll see you both later.” Christian turned around and left for his meeting, Alex stepped aside as he pulled the door open wider.

“Uh, would you like to come in?” Alex asks, she nods her head and steps into his room, she looks around the small room noticing a desktop, a couch and a massage table.

“I see you already have one set up.” (Y/n) says as she points to the table, Alex nods his head as he closes the door.

“Uh, yeah, they kind of set up when we get here,” Alex explains, he admired her as she looked around his room. “Uh, I’m Alex.” He suddenly says, (Y/n) quickly turns to look at him and softly smiles at him.

“Oh, I’m (Y/n).” (Y/n) says, she extends her arm out towards him. “And I promise not to hurt you too much.” Alex begins laughs as he saw a playful smile on her lips. “But I might just torture you.”

“Haha, that’s funny,” Alex says. “Uh, so you just graduated?”

“Actually, I graduated ten months ago.” (Y/n) says. “It’s just been really hard finding work.” Alex nods his head, it was never easy finding a job. “So, I’m really thankful when this opportunity popped up.”

“Do you uh, wanna sit?” Alex suddenly asks and gestures to the couch, she moves closer to the couch.

“Thank you.” (Y/n) says before taking a seat, Alex strides towards his desk chair and sits down. “So, uh, I need to know if you have any problem areas that I should know about?” Alex thought for a moment as he placed his hands on his knees, leaning forward.

“None that I can think of right now,” Alex says, she nods her head.

“I have a couple more question, I hope you don’t mine, I just want to get to know you, or I’d like to get to know your body a little more, so I don’t end up hurting you.” (Y/n) says, she could see Alex look down at his hands resting on his knees, she quickly realized how her wording sounded. “Oh, no, no not in that kind of way!” She could feel her cheeks heating up from embarrassment. “Oh, gosh.” She brought her hands up to her face to cover herself, Alex quickly stood from his chair and moved to the couch.  “No, I know what you meant, I just, sorry.” Alex quickly says, his mind had wandered and had imagined her hands on his body as she inspected him and as she did her work, he could already feel her soft hands touching and massaging each muscle. “I uh, sure, you can ask me anything.” He gently wrapped his hands around her wrists, and carefully pulled her hands away from her face. “Don’t hide your face, please.” She slightly turns her head to look at him. “I didn’t mean to make you feel embarrassed.” She nods her head, his musky scent invaded her lungs making her want to close her eyes at the amazing smell.

“It’s okay, I uh should’ve worded it better.” (Y/n) says, his hands felt warm around her wrists, her eyes fell to his hands around her wrists. “I uh… I’m sorry, uh, your uh smell.” Alex tilts his head in confusion, before releasing her wrists and moving away from her. “No, no, you smell really good, it’s kinda distracting my thoughts right.” Alex softly chuckles before moving closer to her again.

“Then I’m not the only one being distracted by someone that smells good,” Alex says, her perfume had invaded his lungs the second she stepped into his room. “I’m not sure what it reminds me off, but it’s good.” She softly smiles at him. “So the questions?”

“Right, uh, right, yes, the questions.”

(Y/n) nervously tugged at her mask as it kept slipping down her face, the race had lasted longer than it was planned to and had two red flags, the last one Alex had made his way to his room, hoping to find her there after his neck started hurting, she quickly massaged his neck before sending him back on his way for the remainder of the race, he was running third and Daniel had slowly started falling back, but Alex was so close to getting a second place as well, the laps quickly ran out and the flag fell with Lewis getting rise place and Valtteri getting second, but (Y/n) wasn’t cheering for them, she jumped from the couch in Alex’s room as he crosses the line third.

“WOOO!” (Y/n) screams throwing her hands into the air, she quickly exits the room and made her way to the RedBull garage where the mechanics were celebrating Alex’s first podium, Max caught sight of her and quickly made his way towards her, they had briefly met over the weekend, but Max quickly learned that Alex liked her.

“Hey, come on, come,” Max says. “We’re going to the podium, I’m sure he wants to see you.” Max took hold of her hand and dragged her through the garage and towards the podium, people had already gathered underneath it and were celebrating, Max releases her hand and nudged her towards the gates where Alex was just entering, he spots her and a wider smile formed on his lips.

“Congratulations!” (Y/n) yelled, but was drowned out by everyone cheering, Alex walked toward her and the RedBull team.

“Thank you, this was all because of your magic touch.” Alex jokingly says as he wraps his arms around her, his helmet brushing against her bottom as he does, she wraps her arms around him.

 “No, this was all you.” (Y/n) says. “You’re so freaking talented, Alex, you deserve this!” They pull away from the hug as the team begins surrounding them and congratulating Alex. “I’ll see you after the podium celebration.” Alex nods his head as she slowly moved out of the way to avoid getting hurt.

(Y/n) was busy packing up all her things in Alex’s driver's room when the door opened and Alex stepped inside, he had taken a shower and was now wearing a RedBull shirt with a pair of dark blue jeans, she glanced up from her bag and softly smiles at him.

“Hey, how’d the champagne taste?” (Y/n) asks before looking back down at her bag.

“It was good, I brought some back if you want to have a taste?” Alex asks as he lifted the bottle he was holding, she lifts her head and noticed the bottle in his hand, she stood from the ground and made her way towards him.

“Oh, you did, I didn’t even notice it.” (Y/n) says as she carefully took the bottle from his hand, she examines the bottle. “Oh, expensive.” She looks up at him. “Did it taste good?”

“Taste it, I can’t tell you if it was good or not,” Alex says. “We might not have the same taste.” (Y/n) softly giggles before bringing the bottle to her lips, it might not be the smartest thing for her to do during the pandemic, but she was curious about the taste. “Mhm, tastes good.” She walks towards his desk and placed the bottle down. “What a race?” She turns to face him, only to almost bump into him. “Oh, wow, you scared me.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that,” Alex says, she nods her head shaking it off. “I might be moving too fast and I might have gotten the wrong impression from you, but it’s only been a weekend and I would really like to take you out sometime, on a date.” (Y/n)’s eyes widen in shock at his statement. “If you would let me.”

“Are you sure?” (Y/n) softly asks, Alex nods his head.

“I’m more than sure,” Alex says. “So, what do you say?”

“Yes.”

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Wonderfully Wrong || (A→F)

When you thought your boyfriend Jinho forgot your anniversary it really upset you, but later that night you realized how wrong you were

→ Pairing: Jinho x Reader

→ Genre: Angst to Fluff

→ Words: 1.5K

→ A/n: Thank you so much @nose-bandaid for requesting this, we had a lot of fun writing it and we hope you enjoy 💕

“ I’ll pick you up at 7pm. Dress nicely ;)”

You’ve read the text from your boyfriend a thousand times by now, and each time you felt butterflies in your stomach.

Today marks 1 year since you started dating Jinho and you two didn’t exactly make any plans, specially because his group has been preparing for a comeback soon, but since he sent that text you couldn’t help but dream about what kind of surprise he was preparing for you. Would he take you to a fancy restaurant? Was it a party? You shivered in anticipation.

You took your time with your beauty routine, took a long shower with your best scented wash, did a quick facial and took extra care when putting on makeup. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you were feeling pretty confident, with your dress hugging you in all the right curves and killer heels on. Your heart skipped a beat when Jinho texted that he was waiting for you in front of your house.

“Wow” he said as soon as he laid eyes on you, and you just smiled shyly as he pulled you in for a quick kiss “ready?”

You nodded, entering his car.

“So, where are we going?” you asked, trying to not get over excited

“Well, our manager got us in contact with a major music video director, and he’s throwing this party so we can meet him properly.” Jinho smiled sweetly

“Oh” your face fell. Did he forget? “Really? That’s amazing, baby, I’m excited for you!” You couldn’t bring yourself to ask him. You knew how hard he’s been working lately, and maybe sometimes he just didn’t realize what day it is. That didn’t stop the disappointment from taking over you.

“Thank you, baby.” he smiled sweetly “and of course I wanted my girl by my side.”

You forced a fake smile, not trusting yourself with words at the moment. Needless to say, the rest of the ride was awfully silent.

At the party, Jinho was quick to join his group mates and entertain the guests of their party. You, on the other hand, chose a corner to sit quietly and sip on your champagne glass.

Everyone seemed very excited and chatted happily. Jinho stole some glances at you, smiling charmingly and all you could do was smile back and wave, hoping he would not notice the disappointment in your eyes.

"Hey, Y/N!", you heard Shinwon call you and turned, happy to talk to someone.

"Hi there!", he seemed tired but just as happy as the other members, "how are you enjoying the party so far?".

Shinwon shrugged with a chuckle, "It's really nice but I'm too tired for this", you two laughed. "Jinho didn't say he'd bring you".

"Yeah, I figured. He's working too hard, he's forgetting some things sometimes", you laughed, more self deprecating than you intended.

"Don't go too hard on him, Y/N. He's overworking now because of our comeback. Jinho's doing the best he can for us and for you", he smiled sweetly and nodded at the bar where the other members were, "let's get something to drink and so I can give you back to your boyfriend so he quit the puppy eyes".

At Shinwon's laugh you turned, seeing your boyfriend staring at both of you with curiosity and puppy eyes. You couldn't help but laugh, "Alright", you answered Shinwon and took the lead to the bar.

You got your drink and headed over to Jinho's side, his arm quick to sneak around your waist. "Sorry, I got stuck here. Perks of being the oldest", he whispered in your ear.

He lifted your face with a finger on your chin and smiled apologetically. You could only nod and tell him it was fine, even though you were far from fine.

Excusing yourself from the small group of people, you sat back where you were and sighed into your glass. Not only your boyfriend forgot your anniversary but he also couldn't give you any attention.

Few hours passed and the only company you had was from some occasional member that would walk by and ask about you. Feeling completely ignored by Jinho, you decided to head home and call it a night.

As you got up to search for him, you felt someone reaching out for your hand.

"Y/N! I managed to get away from them for a while!", Jinho chuckled, "here, let's enjoy some time together!". he extended a glass of champagne in your direction.

"You do realize it has been almost 2 hours, right?", you were more sad than mad at him, feeling forgotten and even unimportant at this point. "You can enjoy the party without worrying about me, I'm leaving".

Jinho's mouth formed an O shape, shocked at your answer. He placed the glasses at the table next to where you were sitting before. "I'm coming with you. Just let me tell the boys", you opened your mouth to tell him off, you didn't need to wait for him a minute longer, but he was faster, "wait in the car. Please".

You didn't have to wait much and soon enough Jinho was at your side, driving quietly. The feeling of being watched didn't go away for the entire ride but you didn't feel like talking at the moment, so you ignored it.

Jinho parked outside his home, and you looked at him puzzled. As far as you knew, he'd drive you back to your apartment. "I hope you don't mind, I thought we needed some time together tonight".

He awaited your answer silently. You and Jinho were dating for quite a while now and he figured you out almost perfectly, so he knew you were upset. "Of course, let's head inside", you spoke softly, trying to keep what Shinwon said in mind.

The house was all dark, but you could see flickering lights from what looked like candles. You looked back at Jinho, who just nodded, encouraging you to go on and follow it.

“Is there someone in here?” You asked, confused.

“Nope” he giggled. You frowned, instinctively grabbing his hand in yours, no matter how upset you were, the proximity you two had always calmed you down.

Jinho opened the door and led you inside, a path of candles lit up the way to the bedroom. You looked back at him and he only put his hand on your lower back, encouraging you to keep going.

As you got to the room, you heard Jinho clear his throat, nervous. "Y/N…", you moved so he could step in front of the door, facing you. "I know today didn't go as planned. And I know you got upset with the party, I understand".

You opened your mouth but, again, he was faster. "Wait, hear me out", he took your hands in his. "I didn't forget our anniversary. Today just happened to be a really rough day. Everything went wrong but I never meant to upset you, especially today".

"I planned a beautiful evening together but that party was something they came up with today and I couldn't say no. I thought it'd be quicker and that I'd have more time with you but I was wrong. I'm sorry".

Tears started to fall on your face and all your frustration and sadness started to melt away as you looked at Jinho's eyes. "I felt abandoned today, I'm not going to lie to you. But even if you'd forgotten, I'd try to understand, I know things are tougher near a comeback".

Jinho's hands came up to wipe the tears away, his thumb caressing your face softly. "I could never forget something so special". He kissed you gently on the lips, his hands never stopping their movement on your face. "Now, let me show you what I prepared".

The door opened to show you the most beautiful room you've ever seen. It was still just your boyfriend's room but it was lit with candles everywhere, flowers were scattered around the place and the white silk sheets had a basket of fresh fruits and a plate of strawberry chocolate cake, your favorite.

"There's also champagne but I left it in the fridge, in case we got home late. I know you like it very cold", Jinho smiled sweetly at you. You felt tears again but now they were from happiness, all the ther events forgotten.

"It's so beautiful! I love you!", you threw your arms around him, hugging your boyfriend tightly. "I love you", he whispered to you, his arms felt like your safe haven and you started to relax.

Both of you stood like that for a few seconds until you pulled away abruptly, "Oh, no!", you exclaimed. "Y/N? What's wrong?", Jinho scanned your face, worried. "I left in such a hurry that I left my bag at the party! Your gift is in there!".

Jinho laughed, "I'm sure they'll keep it for you". He grabbed your neck and pulled you into a kiss, much more intense than the first one, leaving you breathless. "Come on, let's celebrate!", he pulled you inside the room. You chuckled and followed, giggling at your dream boyfriend, grateful for leaving the party alone.

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Paper Rings | Bucky Barnes

Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: modest/innocent stalking lol, fluff, references to sex (sfw)

Word Count: 1.5k

Summary: In a series of vignettes, you discover your recent relationship development with supersoldier Bucky Barnes, the Winter Soldier. From friends to more, in the most unexpected way.

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A/N: tag lists are open! This is part of my 5 Days of Oneshots! Based off Paper Rings by Taylor Swift! This is my first song fic, am I doing this right?

The moon is high like your friends were on the night that we first met

You were cleaning up the bar when you caught eyes with him across the room. He was handsome and put together neatly. His beard longer, but well-maintained; long hair swept back in a low bun at the nape of his neck. He wore a deep emerald green suit that complimented him nicely.

He raised his hand to take a sip of his drink when you caught sight of his metal arm. Was this the Winter Soldier? Seated beside Captain America, there was no doubt this was the man that occupied media coverage so many days throughout the year.

The Avengers were crowded in the VIP section of the downtown club that you spent so many hours working in. Sure, you were used to a variety of celebrity clients because of the upscale nature of the club, but the Avengers was a group that you didn’t expect to see on just any day.

Tony Stark had presumably dragged the team out for a celebration following the grueling mission that headlines the news for the last week. Their business was straining; surely everyone needed a drink every now and then.

But he looked stiff, uncomfortable, as though he was in a situation he felt he didn’t belong in. From what you knew about him, it could be expected that he would be a private individual. As America’s longest-serving prisoner of war, brain-washed by Nazis for nearly 70 years, the man had every right to abstain from social interaction.

When he happened to glance over towards you at the bar and caught eyes with you, you could only describe the connection as instant. When he realized that you met his gaze, he turned away, instead, shifting his focus to the rest of the group.

Went home and tried to stalk you on the internet

After getting off work that night, you sat curled up on your couch for the next few hours, reading and watching videos of the man known as the Winter Soldier. He matched the man you saw in the bar; metal arm and fiercely handsome good looks. The man was actually a ghost; one undercover social media account, but other than that, no trails of him whats so ever.

The wine is cold, like the shoulder I gave you in the street

Every once in a while, you passed the Winter Soldier, who you now know as Bucky Barnes on your early evening walks to work. New York was only so large, it was bound to happen at some point. You met his eyes once again, but you turned away quickly this time, walking into the bar for work.

Cat and mouse for a month or two or three

It had been a few months since you first saw Bucky at the bar, and he seemed to pop up everywhere. At the coffee shop that you regularly frequented before your shifts, grocery shopping, and every once in a while on the street.

One day, you confronted him about his incidental appearances.

“Hey- have you been following me?”

“Have we met before?” he asked, oblivious to the entire affair.

“No. But you were at the bar- 13 degrees- that night, with the Avengers. You saw me.”

“I’m afraid I don’t remember, doll. My apologies. Have a nice day,” he parted ways before continuing on his way.

Four days later, you walked into the coffee shop to grab your favorite vanilla latte on your Saturday off. The Winter Soldier was here, of course he was, sitting in the corner, sipping on a coffee of his own. After picking up your coffee from the barista, you walked over to him and took a seat across from him.

“My name’s Y/N,” you said bluntly, asserting dominance in the situation.

“Oh, from the grocery store,” he said, a tinge of confusion still hidden in his voice.

“And this coffee shop for the last three months. And on the street outside the bar.”

“I’m afraid I dont-”

You cut him off, “I know you’ve been following me and I know who you are.”

“I guess the game is up, huh?”

“Game?”

“Doll, I think you’re beautiful. I’ll admit, I’ve been trying to run into you for the last three months, just to get you to talk to me.”

“Is that even legal?”

“I promise I haven’t been watching you through your windows or anything like that.”

“Good.”

“I promise.”

You sat in the awkward silence for a few moments, unable to look back up at him.

“Would you like to come back with me, darling?” he extended to you, polite.

“I think I would, Mr. Barnes,” you teased.

Grinning, he picked up your hand in his gloved hand. Which he used to presumably cover his metal arm. He leads you back to the Tower, when you get there, a dizzying flurry of kisses with you pressed up against the wall and roaming hands quickly lands you in the supersoldier’s bed for the rest of the night.

Now I wake up in the night and watch you breathe

You rolled over to look at the clock, 4:35. You rolled back over to look at Bucky, sound asleep, bare chest expanding, and compressing with each breath. He looked peaceful here; it was hard to believe that this was the man that was so feared online.

Kiss me once ‘cause you know I had a long night

Your meetings and hookups became more frequent, Bucky coming to your apartment, and him inviting you over again. After long shifts at the bar, Bucky would be the one to keep you company. One night, following a seven-hour shift, he stopped by with dinner and a lovely bouquet of flowers.

He knew just how to cheer you up in the right way.

Kiss me twice ‘cause it’s gonna be alright

You and Bucky made it official after 6 months since meeting for the first time at the bar. He quickly became your best friend; knowing just how to make you laugh and keep you company.

Missions were rough; you were always stressed if he was going to make it back home safely to you. You made it a point to stop by the tower to kiss him goodbye before he left.

Today, he boarded the quinjet with Steve and Sam, stopping at the foot of the ramp to say goodbye. You held his chin in your hands and leaned in to peck his lips one last time.

“Come back home, soldier.”

“Every time, darling,” he grinned, before kissing you again, confirming that he was going to come back home to you again.

Three times ‘cause I’ve waited my whole life

When he finally landed on U.S. soil after two weeks of fighting, you were there on arrival. You stood in the landing pad, waiting to see your soldier walk off the very ramp he walked up just a few weeks ago.

He came down with a slight limp and a heavy bruise across his cheek. A slice across his cheekbone was repaired with a few bandages. You gasped upon seeing him, this your first run-in with the grave dangers of international crime.

He stumbled his way to you, and you embraced him in a tight hug. He grunted softly, and you backed away.

“I’m sorry, are you hurt?”

“Just a bit sore, darlin’. Nothing I can’t handle, c’ mere,” he said, pulling you back in.

You hugged him again, not as tight as before, tucking your head into the crook of his neck.

I like shiny things, but I’d marry you with paper rings

Admittedly, you had been self-indulgent your whole adult life. You attributed it to your growing up, with not much more than what your parents could afford to feed you and your brothers and sisters. Now that you’ve grown with your own job and career, you can afford to clothe yourself with finer clothes, accented by the occasional piece of jewelry.

Bucky took notice of this and spoiled you rotten. On your one-year anniversary, Bucky surprised you with a Tiffany necklace, a small heart pendant with a matching key.

“For you, because you have my heart in lock and key,” he said with a shy smile as he laced the thin chain around your neck, closing it shut.

“Thank you, babe, it’s beautiful. I love it, but you know you don’t have to give me these things.”

Darling, you’re the one I want

“I know, but I love you.”

“I love you too.”

I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this

Surprisingly, this had been the first time you muttered those words aloud to one another, but it couldn’t be more of the truth. Bucky had been a surprising introduction into your life, but you couldn’t see it any other way.

From some sort of innocent stalker that just happened to end up in the same places that you were for three months, to your lover. You were glad that Bucky Barnes was in your life. A protector, a friend, and so much more. He had filled the perfect space in your heart. And he was the key.

You’re the one I want

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