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nouvxllev · 3 months

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Hi, love your writing! I have a request where reader and Jenna are in a long distance relationship and reader decides to surprise Jenna after hearing Jenna’s been having a tough week filming or something. Just something along those lines haha

a flight away

Pairing: Jenna Ortega x Fem!Reader

Summary: ^^ request!!!

Words: 3.1k

Warnings: bittersweet

a/n: first of all,, thank you so much!!!! and second of all, ill try my best! hope this is to ur liking anon

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You didn't know what you were getting into the first thing in the morning when you checked your phone at exactly 6:34 AM.

Normally, you'd do the routine where you stare at your wallpaper (it was a picture of Jenna) for a good 20 minutes before internally dying inside because of why should she be such a hardworking woman to the point you only get to see her for about 1-2 months before leaving again, but then fall in love with her like it was the first time for that exact reason entirely.

Now, you woke up to Jenna's notifications flooding her digital face, more voicemails and missed calls rather than messages.

Obviously, you panicked out of your fucking mind.

You knew she was safe in Ireland where she was filming season 2 of Wednesday. She has more bodyguards around her than people trying to get her autograph, and she has her co-stars with her at all times.

She was safe. Safe. The word almost sounded like a prayer you repeated in your head as you eyed her messages.

You couldn't open the voicemail for the reasons that you might hear an announcement that Jenna has got into some serious shit and might need to be hospitalized and you absolutely need to be there for her right now.

But after 5 minutes of going through all stages of grief, you pressed play.

You were not expecting Jenna to outright scream at her phone in the middle of the night.

"Y/n. Y/n, I—God, I don't even know where to start with this. I'm just so… so tired. From everything, from everyone. I don't know why, seriously, I don't know why but i just—I just broke down when I came back to my apartment."

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I have to message you like this in the middle of the night. I'm doing well in Ireland, but I'm having such a rough fucking time in shooting every scene. It's not like I hate everyone on the set, I love them, I… I don't know."

"I need you, please Y/n. Even if it's just your voice, just please give me a piece of your presence. I need something to hold on, someone to tell me that it's going to be okay and I'll get through this. I know, it's a bit overdramatic but… I just miss you so damn much, and this distance is killing me more than ever. We haven't seen eachother atleast a year now. I'm so tired."

"Please pick up, y/n. It's selfish for me to ask, but I just want to hear you. It feels like I'm losing myself in all of this. I don't want to break down in front of everyone on set tomorrow. But, y/n. Y/n, y/n, y/n, it's so hard."

"I love you. I love you so much. So damn much, it's killing me. I miss New York, I miss our home, I miss you. I wish you were here. I'm sorry for letting you hear me like this over the phone, it's unbecoming. I love you, goodnight."

Your heart sank.

It was all too surreal, all too agonizing, like you feel bile coming up to your throat.

The daunting feeling of Jenna experiencing all of these emotions at once dragged your heart, her voice like a film tape in your mind as if were right there with Jenna in her room.

You heard her cry, you watched her curl herself up on her mattress all while she clung to her phone as if it was your hand she wished she held everyday.

You craved for the warmth of her hand, and you imagine she craves yours as much as you do with hers while you longed to be there with her, for her. To hold her close to you and offer the comfort she needed. The very touch that healed every scar, present and future, was replaced by the lifeless screen of your phone.

You were there, you swear you're there, but you couldn't do anything but listen.

On top of everything, you blamed yourself.

You called her almost everyday, the long-distance relationship being almost a mere label to the both of you.

You texted her every morning and went to bed with her every night. You were there, always. Yet, it felt like you neglected her. Like a piece of you was missing before you even realized it.

Now all you can think about are her restless nights.

The days where Jenna staged a performance with a heavy heart while you smiled with joy, the nights where you slept peacefully in your own bed while Jenna tossed and turned in discomfort in something unfamiliar, sacrificing her rest for your peaceful evenings to remain the same.

You don't know how many days she's been like this, nor do you want to know, the thought was unbearable enough.

And you almost feel bad of booking a plane ticket rather than responding to her. You were just a flight away anyways.

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Shit, her head hurts.

Hammering, actually.

Like someone cracked it open with an axe made out of obsidian right down the middle and served it to her on a silver platter.

She never should've accepted that afterparty invite from Georgie.

If she never got absolutely wasted to shots from bottles of alcohol, maybe Jenna would've had the brain capacity to curse him under her breath for being such a good damn friend.

Worst of all, she was missing someone. Horribly.

You.

Not just you, but everything of you.

Your scent, your warmth, your presence, your heartbeat against hers—a cruel reminder on how she was missing all of these.

She longed to hear the way you laugh as if you heard the funniest joke ever, the way you smile at Jenna as if she was a saint that had done nothing wrong, the way you loved her oh so dearly like she was the only person that made you crawl out of your skin in a good way.

Now it was taken from her. All of it. She felt like she was nothing without her muse, which was actually the case here.

Jenna was supposed to stay for a year with you—a whole fucking year! A whole year was watered down to a pathetic one to two months because of a change in filming schedule that Jenna had, somehow, no right to turn down.

That's not even half of the time Jenna spent miles away from you, and she couldn't even apologize properly in person since she had to depart so early in the morning.

The thought of you expecting Jenna to wake up beside you with a smile and a kiss only to be woken up with a cold bed with a note apologizing a million times made her flight to another country worse.

She would've been happier if the plane crashed then she would be begging to whatever afterlife she was in to bring her back to the living and spend her life with you.

It's gotten to that point where she looked just like Wednesday off-cam if not worse. She even almost snapped at Emma when she tried consoling her.

Now she sits in her trailer, on a chair, not with you, but with... a chair. Along with her script on a table.

Jenna tried a few lines, repeated them, tried a few lines, repeated them, and it all just comes back full circle.

No matter what she does, she still fucking missed you and wished she could just tell everyone she wanted and needed a nap along with her girlfriend by her side until it reaches winter of 2025.

She could take a nap right now, but you weren't with her. The cold surface would make you appear in her dreams like the loving parasite you are to her and she would only yearn more.

She could take a walk right now, but little ice cream shops along the way would only make her reminisce about the times you would take her out on dates every damn day like you had buckets on buckets of gold to spend it all on Jenna. She would only miss you even more.

She could talk to one of her co-stars, but they weren't you. The stupid and fuckass conversations you'd often bring up, they wouldn't do that. Even if they did, it wouldn't have the same effect.

Why did life suddenly become so difficult when she now has the most gorgeous, talented, and loving girlfriend a billion miles away from her!?

After putting her arms over her eyes, trying to calm down the impending woe and sadness she was facing, a soft knock on her door interrupted all of it.

"Jenna?" She heard Emma's voice, soft like she was hesitant to talk to her if not for Jenna responding with a hum, "we've been calling you for 5 minutes now. It's our scene."

Her voice was serious, though quiet. Or maybe that was just concern, Jenna has been distant for a while now.

Letting out a sigh, she replied, "Right, I'll be there in a minute."

She pulled herself up from the chair. She didn't really need to return to the makeup team, just thankful she didn't cry herself to death thinking about you.

She turned her back to see Emma standing in front of the door, half opened, peering half of her body, "Jenna, you know you can take a break if you want—"

Jenna only offered a weak smile, her steps matching Emmas as they walked over to set, "It's fine. Don't worry about me too much."

Her thoughts are too different from what she was saying, but it wasn't like she could say she'd rather kill herself before even stepping foot out of her trailer without seeing y/n.

"Jenna!" Tim Burton called her out, his voice calm, stretching out her name like he was going to say something completely off-guard.

The girl in question was already staring him down as he spoke, "We've got a change in script"

The girl in question was already staring him down as he spoke, "We've got a change in script. Nothing too big, just that we've added a new extra that Wednesday needs to interact with on this scene."

Isn't that a slight bit unprofessional?

Jenna could let out the most exhausted and exasperated sigh if not for Tim being the one of the sweetest, yet often odd, directors she ever worked with.

"Yeah, sure, can I atleast meet this person—"

"Sorry, Jenna," He lead her to the place she needed to be, the extra in question being no where near in Jenna's sight, "but this is really a last minute change and we just need you both to improvise."

"Wait, but—!"

Her protests were already too late, looking like it went through one ear and out the other through the audio. She was just grateful she had enough training and years in this industry to immediately get into character.

It was supposed to be her scene with Emma, lurking in the woods, a lantern between her fingers as they approached a silhouette of a figure.

Now it was just Jenna in the scene, lurking in the woods, leaves crunching under her combat boots as she watched the camera move alongside her body, not a lantern but rather a flashlight gripped on her palm.

She was informed that the silhouette in question was one of her co-stars that she had met before hand, a tall figure in the distance that she could immediately distinguish based on the back alone.

Now... it's... not exactly what she was expecting to see when she got in character.

She approached the figure, confused as ever, not because it was in her script to do so, but she was actually so damn confused it wouldn't be a surprise to her if she was imagining things.

Because the silhouette looked exactly like you.

Jenna knew you from the slightest shade of your skin, even when it's so damn dark outside.

She knew you from the way you stood, the way you sometimes would do whatever it is with your hands when idle, the way you'd often slightly tilt your head back when you're suppressing a hard giggle—which you were and failing to do so—the way you, in your own words by the way, aren't a good actress for Jenna to practice her lines on without laughing like a total maniac.

Holy shit.

Jenna's mind raced, all too fast for her liking, her heart pounding in her chest, and her body almost in flames at the thought of you being here. Finally being here.

It couldn't be real, of course it wouldn't, why would you be on set in fucking Ireland? It must be a trick, much so a figment of her imagination and maybe more or less girlfriend deprived of everything you gave her. But as she drew closer, her steps doing all but walking slowly to the silhouette, it because unmistakable who it was.

It was you.

Her best friend ever since she learned how to act in middle school, a friend that stuck with her forever even in times where you could've left her all alone.

Her girlfriend. The girlfriend of almost a few years that she loved and cherished with all her might, even if she were to commit a sin, there would be no greater wrong than Jenna disliking you.

It was her home. At last.

Without a second thought, Jenna abandoned everything, forgetting that she was even supposed to be the character she was and rushed towards her, arms already stretched in a desperate embrace to feel your warmth against her body once again. Your heartbeat against hers. It was all too surreal, all too fucking real.

Jenna threw herself into your arms, wrapping you in a tight hug that almost knock you both off of balance in the dirt. Your body stumbling forwards as your back was faced on her.

You still smelled like New York, mixed with that familiar airpot scent that Jenna always got used to. But now, it felt so new, so new that you were hugging her, touching her like it was the last symphony you'd play in your life.

She hugged you, tight. Her hands gripping your clothes like you'd disappear in a matter of seconds. You can hear her taking deep breaths against your body, gulps, and her hold tightening onto you with each passing moment.

As you turned around, you waited for Jenna to slowly loosen her grip, her eyes searching yours as if she still could hardly believe that you were here, standing in front of her after all this time apart. And now, you couldn't believe devotion was still present in her eyes, that warm of a gaze that you always managed to capture in her eyes.

"You're here. Y/n, you're—" She sniffed, looking up at you as she cupped your cheeks, a stray tear trickling down her eyes that shimmered, "You're really here." She whispered, her voice cracking almost to a fault. Her voice was fragile, it crushed you. "Why, how? What, I don't under—"

You smiled softly, chuckling even, you didn't expect it to go this way. "That's not part of the script, Wednesday." You joked, even if it was a serious moment, you always seemed to have one.

"You're not part of the script, why are you here!?"

You reached up to brush a stray lock of hair from Jenna's fringe as Wednesday, your touch gentle and reassuring like it never changed over the years. It was still there, your love was still there, and you were waiting for your lover to come back once in your arms to show how much you missed her oh so dearly.

"I missed you." You simply said, slightly swaying the both of you back and forth

Jenna couldn't say anything, let alone form a few words, but the way she hugged you yet again after a few seconds of silence with such tenderness and compassion, it said everything that you needed to know.

Everything that you lost and you hold today, nothing mattered. Not even the heart that wouldn't stop beating against your chest, it wouldn't matter if you died, atleast it was in her arms.

"So I don't get to have an I miss you back?"

Jenna pulled back slightly, you can see how her eyes glistened looking if it was something that not even renaissance artists could sclupt.

"You don't know how many nights I've spent crying because of how I missed you." She mumbled, voice below a whisper, her mouth hung open from her slight crying, taking a deep breath as she let herself be in the most vulnerable state with you yet.

"You cried?"

"Without you? Terribly so."

Your heart ached when Jenna started to cry, she looked small. Smaller than ever in your arms when you once held her for the first time when she became a busy actress.

She broke down, almost melting in your presence as you try to hold her up. You knew there were cameras rolling, that there were people on set watching this go down, but you knew that you were the only one witnessing her vulnerable state, no matter how many people would see right through her.

You reached up to gently wipe away the tears that streaked down her cheeks, her freckles being in view, something that you missed so dearly, your touch light and tender as you held her—your world—in your hands.

"I wish I could've been there for you," you regretted, "I wish I was there every night, to wipe away the inevitable tears that would grace your face, to hold you in my arms every night.

Jenna shook her head, a smile tugging at her lips, "all that matters is that you're here with me." She chuckled. "Why are you here?"

"Booking a small plane ticket from New York to here was the smallest price to pay for the chance to hold you in my arms once again."

"You know those are expensive, y/n," she scolded you, yet her tone was playful. "How long are you planning to stay?"

You hummed, a grin curling on your lips, "As long as you want me to be here," you replied, "I can't go back when I don't have a return ticket."

Jenna leaned into your touch, her eyes closing as she savored the warmth of your embrace, she didn't know how much she took advantage of this until now. She was afraid you'll be leaving soon, even with all assurances, everything you'll be giving her wouldn't be enough to ease her fears of you departing from her soul once more.

"I love you, y/n. Too much."

"I love you too, Jenna. You know I was only a flight away."

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Y: i heard your voicemails, by the way. J: i sent voicemails?

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a/n: sorry if this request was so so so late!! i still have more requests in my inbox and they'll probably be delayed for a couple of days or maybe even weeks because of exams. buttt ill try to post as much as i can with requests and super sorry in advance to those who requested! ill be updating future posts in my masterlists

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blitzyn · 5 months

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alhaitham x m!reader

Request: well, since requests are open, perhaps I could request an alhaitham X male s/o where s/o has been really stressed lately with school and has been overworking himself. Because of this, alhaitham being the caring boyfriend he is comes to comfort and relax his beloved s/o with sex and aftercare. If possible, pls let alhaitham call his s/o a 'good boy' and just a praise kink in general, tysm!! 💕 — @ezraelo

a/n -> this mf reminds me of my dad so i kinda wrote what I think he'd say if i was in reader's situation tbh. NOT THE SEX THOUGH. anyways pgr fic first then hate sex w/childe next its been decades since I've done him (⁠｡⁠♡⁠‿⁠♡⁠｡⁠) sigh sometimes i forget i don’t have to write so damn much

wc -> 3.6k

cw -> soft alhaitham (heart eyes pt2), anal fingering, anal sex, praise, not beta read

merry christmas and happy holidays!!

To say you were tired was an understatement—you were exhausted. Stressed. Angry. It felt like everything that could go wrong did go wrong.

First, you accidentally woke up late, was scolded by your teacher when you arrived and made the "perfect" example on what a scholar from the Akademiya should not be. Then you had to study for several hours for a few of your upcoming exams and evaluations—all while having to take some more tests the following week.

And as if that wasn't e-fucking-nough, you had done horribly on one of your essays so now you had to redo it for a better score, on top of needing to start yet another one regarding... Something. You forgot what the prompt was. Honestly, you forgot to do a lot of things. Like eat. Or drink water. Which was something that really didn't help to improve your mood.

You stumbled through the door trying to pry your uniform off, haphazardly tossing your hat to the side. You felt like shit and wanted nothing more than to flop on your bed and stay in there for the rest of your miserable life. But, like the universe was trying to give you the biggest middle finger ever, one of the loops on your clothes got caught on the corner of a counter. While you'd normally just take it off and go on your merry way, you weren't having it today and just yanked yourself forward, tearing the loop and the fabric it was connected to.

Finally making it to your room, you flopped on the bed face-first, muffling the loud groan that came from you. You stayed like that for a moment longer before turning your head, remembering to breathe deeply.

Two knocks came from the door. "You okay?" Your boyfriend, Alhaitham, asked, leaning against the frame as he stared at you.

"You're smart. Figure it out yourself," you muttered bitterly, wincing at the accusatory tone in your voice. You sighed, deciding to face him. "Sorry."

He shrugged, walking to sit on the edge of your shared bed. "What's wrong?" He questioned, his expression unchanging even when he watched your brows furrow in irritation.

"It's just... Ugh," you grumbled, rolling your eyes childishly. "Just a bad week. It feels like everything's going against me." You rolled onto your back, arms and legs sprawled out like a starfish. "I don't think I can catch up."

"You're in the Akademiya," Alhaitham said, giving you a look that made it seem like he didn't know why you were complaining. "Obviously it's going to be hard for you."

"'For you,'" you repeated, glaring at nothing in particular, but it was getting increasingly evident that you were beginning to direct your anger towards him. "Of course you don't get it. You've been smart your whole life."

He was quiet for a moment, letting you try to calm yourself before speaking again. "Don't sell yourself short like that. It's unhealthy."

You huffed. "It's not selling myself short if it's actually true." You pressed your palms against your eyes until you saw faint fireworks coloring the darkness. "I have to redo an essay because apparently it didn't go with damn prompt. Then I have to do another one, and I don't even know where to start, and—" you listed off your problems, your voice getting higher in pitch until you were on the verge of shedding tears, overwhelmed with the sheer amount of work you accidentally accumulated.

"Hey," he interrupted you, leaning to place a hand on your thigh. "Calm down." He gave you an unimpressed look when you snapped your mouth open to retort, watching you begrudgingly close it in defeat. "Breathe. You're getting worked up over things you can change."

But when you could hardly focus on utilizing the breathing techniques he taught you, he decided to take a different approach. "Let's have sex, then."

"What? Why? 'Cause of the post-nut clarity?" You sighed, rubbing your temple to stave off the impending headache after staring at him incredulously. Damn. Sometimes you forget how straightforward he could be.

Alhaitham gave you a look. It was deadpan—because when was it not?—but you could still sense the slightest bit of confusion. "If that's how you want to word it, yes," he said, before elaborating. "Sex can also help you relax and improve your immune system."

He quickly looked you up and down, and despite not saying anything, you knew what he was trying to imply. You looked like a mess.

"It can also help improve your quality of sleep," he added, crossing his arms against his chest. "It has a few other benefits than just feeling good, you know." He watched you ponder his suggestion, chewing on your lip absentmindedly before giving in with a sigh.

"Fine. But you're doing all the work," you said, propping yourself up on your elbows to look at him better.

"That was the plan." The corners of his lips quirked up in a brief, subtle smirk as he leaned to place his hands on your shoulders to gently push you back down. "Just relax."

He continued when you nodded, running his hands along your body, gently caressing every curve and contour of your frame. An eyebrow raised in question when he felt the torn patch in your clothes but decided against mentioning it as he guided you out of your suffocating uniform with practiced ease. Already, you seemed a bit calmer than earlier, giving yourself a well-deserved stretch that made you remind him of a cat.

You felt the tension beginning to seep out of your body with every article of clothing that was carelessly tossed to the floor, reaching your hands out to tug him closer. He obliged without hesitation, sighing in satisfaction when he melded his lips with yours. His hands slid below your underclothes, snaking them upwards until they found your chest. He tweaked and pinched your nipples as he moved his way downwards, placing kisses along your jawline and neck.

You softly moaned, brushing your fingers through his hair that had him leaning into your hand. He removed your shirt, trailing appreciative kisses down your sternum. A hand made its way down your front toward your pants, slipping a hand inside to wrap his fingers around your flaccid dick. Your breath hitched, instinctively widening your legs to give him better access, much to his pleasure.

He was gentle; his hands were soft and careful, and neither of you were in a rush. You felt your eyes flutter shut as your lips parted with every quiet gasp and sigh that left you, and he couldn't help but stare.

It annoyed him how little you thought of yourself when he could clearly see you as something more. Sure, it irked him how you complained about things that could easily be changed if you put your effort into it, but you were also right. He always had it academically easy and often found it hard to connect with others or understand their problems on a level that wasn't with you. He was well aware of this issue, knowing that it often hindered his ability to comfort, and—for the first time in how long?—it frustrated him.

Even if he had no idea how to properly soften his words around you or to consistently change his facial expressions, he always showed he cared by spending time with you, teaching you new things, or helping you understand foreign concepts. But even then, he was willing to try to tell you that you were more than what those pompous Akademiya professors reduced you to, that you were better than what you said you were.

"Look at me," he said, his voice soft and smooth, coaxing your pretty eyes open. He slipped his hands out of your shirt and cupped your cheeks tenderly, ensuring your focus on him. "It doesn't matter what everyone says about you when they don't understand that you have strengths that rest beyond the traditional Akademiya expectations."

"But that doesn't—"

He gave you yet another stern look, to which you quieted down with a huff. "It's okay to struggle. Everyone does at some point. Even those professors found something difficult before they became what they are. But you know what they did?"

He paused, gauging your reaction. He was aware that what he was saying probably didn't make you feel better or make the most sense, but he hoped that you could feel the sincerity in his voice. "They took a step back, took a deep breath, and figured out what they were doing wrong. They didn't do that overnight or by working themselves to the bone. That's what you need to acknowledge."

"But all my other colleagues are doing fine, and I'm the only one struggling..." You appreciated his words, truly, but they did little to quell your worries.

"Are you? How do you know that for sure?" He countered, sliding his hands down to caress your hips. He watched you pursed your lips, squirming slightly under his gaze. "Point is, you shouldn't try to compare yourself to everyone around you and overwork yourself because that only leads to bad work and a bigger hole for you to climb out of. You have everything else to be proud of—not just your academic qualities. Understand? Besides, you made it into the Akademiya. That's something very few people can do in the first place."

You looked away with a frown, but you nodded softly. Even though it sucked knowing that you weren't the best, he did have a point. Wallowing in your own failure did nothing to better yourself, as much as you hated to admit it.

"Thanks," you muttered, sniffling a little. His thumbs swiped underneath your eyes, clearing away any of the tears that happened to escape you.

"Don't let them define you. Define yourself," he said finally, leaning back down to kiss you again. It was soft, tender, unhurried, like he wanted you to feel every ounce of affection he harbored for you. He pulled away slightly, resting his forehead against yours. "Do you still want to do this?"

You nodded again, giving him a quick peck to the lips before wrapping your arms around his shoulders. "Mhm. I really need those benefits." Plus, you didn't favor being horny and sad.

Your lips curved in a smug grin when you saw his own quirk upwards in amusement, but he didn't comment on it. He sat up to tug your pants and underwear down, revealing your semi-hard cock. You shivered instinctively but kept your focus on him, waiting in anticipation for him to continue.

He leaned over to grab a bottle of lube from your nightstand, squeezing a generous amount on his fingers before pressing one into your hole. You sighed, sinking your teeth into your lower lip. He only offered a few pumps of his hand before adding a second one in, gently spreading them apart in a scissoring motion.

He wrapped his free hand around your cock, slowly jerking you off. He rubbed his thumb over the tip to smear the precum across your skin as wet sounds gradually filled the room. You noticed his eyes locked on your face and the expressions you wore, committing them to memory. He added a third finger for good measure, feeling you tense reflexively before relaxing just as fast.

"You're doing so good, [Name]," he praised, his voice low. He curled his fingers, pressing them against your prostate. He could feel his cock twitch in his pants at the sound of your moan, straining against the fabric. "I'm almost done. Then we can start."

You nodded, inhaling sharply through your nose when he began targeting the sensitive spot inside you. You could practically feel every surge of heat shoot up and down your spine, ending at your fingertips. Alhaitham could feel it too, every time your cock throbbed in his hold.

Your body felt warm and tingly when he moved both hands away from your body, wiping them off using a few tissues atop your nightstand. He grabbed the lube again and poured some on his palm to coat his cock, using his free hand to spread one of your thighs a bit wider. He peered up through his lashes, subtly raising an eyebrow in question. He continued as soon as you nodded, slowly pushing himself inside you.

You both let out a satisfied groan as he filled you, grasping onto his wrists as he held onto your hips.

"Fuck," he hissed, pushing further until he bottomed out completely. "You're such a good boy. You're taking me in so well." He perked up in attention when he felt you tighten at his words, noting how your eyes fluttered shut like you were savoring them. He wasn't overly aware of this newfound information, but maybe you had accidentally brought it to his attention now that you're stressed?

Either way, he didn’t comment on it, instead deciding to continue. “You feel so good, [Name]," he praised, leaning down to press his lips against the skin underneath your earlobe. You could feel the low rumble of his voice vibrating in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. He let you take a moment to adjust to him before moving, gently thrusting his hips.

You noticed him moving away again as you opened your eyes, finding yourself enamored with the way his muscles flexed in every movement of his. Soft gasps and moans left your lips when you looked up, instantly noticing his gaze on you.

“Stop staring at me,” you mumbled shyly, squirming a bit. It wasn’t that you hated having him look at you—frankly, that’s all you longed for sometimes, it’s just that what you did hit you. Being as vulnerable as you were wasn’t something you preferred, even when Alhaitham didn’t berate you for it.

“You were staring at me, first,” he countered swiftly, and you could hear the rare undertone of his amusement in his voice. It was your favorite sound. “Besides, what’s the harm in looking at the most handsome man in Sumeru?” His monotony nearly made his words laughable, but you could see that he was genuinely trying. Knowing that sent butterflies in your stomach all over again.

You looked away, effectively flustered with all his attention. “It’s embarrassing…”

“Only because you make it embarrassing,” he said, sliding a hand upwards to toy with one of your nipples. He subtly shifted his hips, angling them so that his cock better pressed against your prostate. He watched you intently when you let out a throaty moan, feeling his dick throb inside you.

You reflexively clenched your thighs tighter against his hips, sinking your teeth into your lower lip. You snaked a hand down to your leaking cock, wrapping your fingers around the base to give it a squeeze. “You can go faster,” you muttered, looking down to watch the way he slid in and out of you.

He nodded with a quiet hum, adjusting his grip on your waist to shift the weight on his knees to sacrifice his slower, deeper thrusts for quick and shallow ones. Moaning, you jerked yourself off in time with his movements, unable to tear your gaze away from him, even for a moment. Your eyebrows furrowed in concentration as you brought your free hand up to bring him closer to you by the back of his head. You kissed him needily and fervently, letting out noises that mixed in with the wet sounds that came from your hole. Your body rocked gently, listening intently to the rustling of your bedsheets and Alhaitham’s deep, husky breaths.

Suddenly, he lifted a hand up to place over your abdomen, lightly pushing down on it just as he buried himself balls deep inside you. He paused for a moment, sighing as he watched you squirm at the sudden stop before continuing, feeling himself move in and out of you. You could feel the heat in your belly intensifying with every thrust to your prostate, back arching, legs tightening around his waist.

“Fuck, I’m…” you panted, clenching tighter around his cock. “I’m so close, ‘Haitham.”

“I know. I can feel you,” he said, gently moving your hand away from your leaking cock to wrap his fingers around it. Quiet slaps mixed in with your soft noises and his breathy grunts as he fucked you a bit harder, eyes fixated on the blissful expression on in your face. His dick throbbed inside you as he eagerly chased after his own orgasm, leaning down to press his lips to your jaw, kissing up towards your ear.

“C’mon, [Name], cum for me,” he whispered, sending yet another wave of heat shoot up and down your spine. You could hardly stop the stream of moans that spilled from your lips as he focused on the tip of your cock, rubbing his thumb on the sensitive spot just below it, as if trying to coax out your cum.

“Oh god,” your voice was strained as you felt the coil in your stomach tighten to an unbearable degree, trying to hold out just a little longer. “F—Fuck! Alhaitham!” You moaned in ecstasy when you finally came, squeezing your eyes tightly shut. You tensed and trembled as your dick spurt cum on your stomach and his fingers as he helped you ride out your high.

“You’re so beautiful when you orgasm,” he groaned, his thrusts beginning to lose rhythm as he neared his own climax. He dug his fingers into your waist tighter, muttering praises into your ear when you began squirming at the discomfort of your overstimulation. It didn’t take much longer for him to finish as he stilled, gritting his teeth when he quickly pulled out to stroke himself to completion. He sighed in satisfaction when his orgasm subsided, leaving your abdomen coated in ropes of his cum.

“Wh—Why did you pull out?” You panted, wiping a bead of sweat off of your forehead.

“Isn’t it annoying to clean up afterward? You're always complaining about it whenever we have sex,” he questioned after a moment, taking a second to bask in the afterglow before getting up to reach for a tissue to clean your skin. He put his pants back on, gathering your clothes to put them in a laundry basket.

You shrugged. “I mean, sometimes. But I’m gonna take a bath either way.” You blinked in confusion when you saw him quirk a brow, fidgeting a bit when he didn’t stop staring at you.

“No. You’re going to sit and wait here while I make you something to eat, first,” he instructed, leaving no room for negotiation. “Afterwards, you’re going to go to sleep. Then you can take a bath when you wake up.”

As if on cue, your stomach growled audibly, quickly reminding you that you haven't eaten anything since yesterday. "But then I'm gonna be all sticky and gross when I eat," you said, knowing how much he disliked having dirty bedsheets for too long. It surprised you when he shrugged, leaning against the doorframe as he waited for you to decide.

"If you want to take a bath first, then I'll help you," he offered. You swiftly nodded, wanting to eat clean and comfortably. He nodded and told you to wait for a moment as he prepared the water for you, leaving you by yourself for a while until he returned. The two of you walked into the bathroom where a bathtub of warm water awaited you. But just as you raised your leg to enter, a sudden wave of dizziness overcame you. Luckily, Alhaitham was there to keep you from falling with a firm hand on your arm, carefully helping you into the water.

"Are you okay?" He asked, his eyes darting across your face for any sign of distress. He relaxed upon seeing nothing but waited for your response for further confirmation.

"Yeah. It's just something that happens when I get too hungry, y'know?" You explained sheepishly, splashing some of the water onto your arms and back.

"No, I don't know." He ignored the way you rolled your eyes. "I'll be right back, then."

You hummed to yourself, not minding his absence as you savored the warmth surrounding you, resting your head against the edge of the tub. You nearly fell asleep in the time it took for Alhaitham to return, jumping in surprise at the sound of his voice.

"Hey," he spoke, returning to your side with a bowl in his hand. "Eat this for now."

He kneeled down, bringing the bowl close enough to let you reach in and take whatever was inside. They were fruits, you saw as you happily grabbed one, tossing it into your mouth. You had to stop yourself from grabbing a handful and eating it all in one go, forcing yourself to appreciate every bite. You noticed him shifting behind you, leaning forward instinctively when he began cleaning your back with a small, wet towel.

The two of you basked in the comforting silence for a while as you let him take care of you until you turned your head to face him. "I love you," you said with a little grin.

"I know," he replied, putting the bowl onto the floor.

"Say it back." You pouted, but you knew he was only teasing.

His mouth quirked up in a faint smile, leaning forward to give you a quick peck on your lips. "I love you too."

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talaok · 8 months

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Love your writing!!!! I’m obsessed! Can you do one where a mutual friend sets Pedro and (y/n) on a blind date? Xoxo

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x reader

a/n: thank you love, and thank you for the really cute request💗💗

Why did I agree to this?

This is not like me. Not even close to how I am.

I don't go on blind dates, I don't even have Tinder for fucks sake, that's how much I don't like hanging out with strangers.

It had taken Julie a whole night and more drinks than you'd like (or could) remember to make you agree to this, and as soon as you woke up the next morning, regret had settled into your chest like a fucking life sentence, but as much as you would have loved to call your friend up and tell her how much of a mistake you had made, a part of you couldn't help but wonder how bad could it really be.

It had been a while since you'd been on a date, and from what Julie had said, this Pedro looked like a nice enough guy, so you had taken the downright mental decision to not tell her you'd changed your mind, decision that, as you walked into the restaurant, you were starting to really regret.

he waved at you as you entered, and as you walked closer and he stood up from the table, a part of that regret couldn't help but shimmer out of your mind.

He was... handsome.

The photos Julie had shown you didn't do him any justice.

"hi" you smiled nervously "I'm y/n" you said, shaking his hand

"I'm Pedro, it's nice to meet you"

He had a nice smile, very comforting and very much matching yours in terms of nervousness.

It had been a while for him too.

And the photos Julie had shown him definitely didn't do you justice either.

He had never been good at talking to such beautiful women.

"nice to meet you too," you said, sitting down opposite to him.

"so" he cleared his throat after a few moments of embarrassing silence "umh- How are you?"

A smile pulled at your lips "I'm good, thank you" you nodded "what about you?"

"oh I'm- I'm nervous" he let out a small chukle, making you laugh softly.

"yeah, me too" you said "It's been a while"

"yeah, for me too" he confessed "and you are... well you're very beautiful, so you're not making things easier for me"

A soft blush crept up your cheeks but you managed to chukle nonetheless.

"Well I'm sorry, I'll go into the bathroom and take off some of my makeup if that'll help"

He laughed at that "No, no I don't think that will be necessary, but thank you for offering"

"anytime" you joked

"So umh, Julie told me you're a writer"

"Yup, that's me" you smiled

"That's incredible"

"Oh c'mon you're an actor, now that's incredible" You raised an eyebrow

"Oh no no, I just repeat stuff that's been written for me in front of a camera, you create whole stories from your imagination" he debated "That's far more impressive"

You rolled your eyes playfully, as your smile got only wider.

"You're a real flatterer you know that Pedro?"

"Who, me?" he grinned, putting a hand on his chest at the accusation "I'm just speaking the facts" he spoke, making you huff a laugh "so what do you write about?"

"all sorts of things, I don't really have a genre" you explained "I've written sad stuff, romantic stuff, creepy stuff..." you shrugged "It mostly depends on my mood"

"that's nice" he nodded,

"and what about you, are you working on something right now?" you asked

"I've just been cast in a tv-show"

"really? What show, if I may ask"

"Oh it's umh- It's the Mandalorian, it's in the Star Wars universe"

"oh my god" your eyes widened in surprise "You're joking right?"

"nope" he smiled "yeah trust me, I was pretty freaked out myself"

"Oh my god" you breathed, "I think I need a moment to take this in"

"I take it you like Star Wars?"

"like?" you laughed "I've grown up watching Star Wars, My brother and I know every single line to The Return of the Jedi, I-" you stopped yourself "I think I just fell in love with you Pedro, I think we ought to get married as soon as possible"

"Well that was easy" he chuckled

"How are you not freaking out?" you asked, watching him as if he were an alien doing cartwheels

"I think you're doing enough of that for the both of us" he joked

"Yeah I really am, aren't I?" you smiled, coming back down to earth a little bit "it's just- that's crazy. I'm- I'm really happy for you"

"Thank you" he flashed you a smile, and that's when you noticed that it wasn't only his smile that was comforting, but his eyes too, they were so incredibly... expressive.

The rest of the dinner went by so smoothly you completely forgot you hadn't known this man your whole life, but in fact, just met him two hours ago.

"Well, I... I had a really great time y/n" he smiled, looking nervous again all of a sudden as you stopped in front of your car.

"Me too" you grinned

"So, since I have your number..." he cleared his throat "I was just wondering if you wouldn't mind me calling you sometime soon, to umh- to maybe do this again?"

Your heart started beating a little bit faster

"I'd love that Pedro"

"Oh thank God" he let out a sigh of relief

"You were nervous I'd say no?" you asked, doing a poor job of hiding your shock

"well... yeah"

"I proposed to you during the first five minutes of this date, of course I want to see you again" you laughed

"well I suppose that's true" he chuckled, letting his eyes take you in one last time "So umh, have a good night" he said " I can't wait to see you again"

"me either" you beamed "have a good night Pedro"

And as you watched him walk away, you couldn't help but smile up at the sky.

Thank god I didn't call Julie back

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High Infidelity - Coriolanus Snow

Authors Note: Yup. I wrote for him. Hate me for it. (This was also the first time I wrote him so it’s not the best characterization, but hey. It’s been sitting in my drafts foreverrrrrr)

Word Count: 5642

Warnings: Prostitution. Lmao. And really bad writing so be prepared for that.

Apart of the Midnights Album Event

My MAIN Masterlist is here!

(Thank you for the gif @youremyvioleta )

Enjoy!

Lock broken, slur spoken

Wound open, game token

I didn't know you were keeping count

Rain soaking, blind hoping

You said I was freeloading

I didn't know you were keeping count

Your mother had always warned you away from him, warning you of the terrible terrible things that came from his family, she used to sit you at the table and plead with you to stay as far away from Coriolanus Snow as you could.

“Everything with that family ends with bloodshed.” She had warned you, telling you to stay away.

You hadn’t, and you never would….. well at least you never thought you would.

You had grown up with Coryo, known eachother since you were just children and had survived a war together. Had gone through starvation together. Back then you hadn’t understood why your mother was so afraid of him, this was the boy that had shared a can of beans with you when you had nothing. And now that the Capitol was back you were still as thick as thieves.

“I’m sorry.” You rush out, staring at your best friend right now, tears sliding your cheeks. “I don’t understand Coryo.”

It had been months since you last saw him, his hair was shorter and whiter now, and his face set into a grim glare. But it was the eyes that were different, they were cold and dark, just making eye contact made you shutter.

You had rushed to the train station to pick him up, an expensive flower in your hand and a wide smile. That had promptly been wiped away the second he got off the train and snapped at you.

The words fuzzed a bit, but it was something along the lines of “I’m warning you to stay away from my family, you freeloading wretch.”

“Do I really need to repeat myself?” The smile he gives you is anything but warm. “What? Now that I’m back you want to tag along all the time? Steal my family's fortune and pretend you’re not a starving leech?”

“Starving Leech? When have I ever taken anything from you?” You bite back, hands curling into fists.

“I can give you an entire list of everything you have taken from my family.” He laughs. “And I promise you that there will be no more favors.”

“You….. I hadn’t realized helping eachother from not starving was a favor. You ate from my table to need I remind you.” You snap, a heat crossing your skin, casting eyes towards a pair of on lookers.

You didn’t have time for this, you had a shift at the med wing.

You said as much to him, enjoying the way his eyes narrowed as he finally took in your medical garb. “We’ll talk later.” He scoffs, and you walk off after that, set on never talking to him again.

High infidelity

Put on your records and regret me

I bent the truth too far tonight

I was dancing around, dancing around it

High infidelity

Put on your headphones and burn my city

Your picket fence is sharp as knives

I was dancing around, dancing around it

It was nothing but sobs the night your mother passed away, cuddled on the floor of Coryos floor with his arms wrapped around you, trying to keep quiet just in case his grandmother woke up.

She hated tears, always thought them a sign of weakness.

“Shhh.” Coryo whispers, petting your hair back. “It will be okay.”

“What will I do?” You sob, feeling like your chest was caving in. “How will I survive?”

“We’ll find a way.” He whispers, using the pad of his thumb to rub the tears from your cheeks. “I’m sure Tigris can get you a job, and you can move in here if you need. Just take a moment-“

“I can’t. I can’t breathe.” You panic, hand snapping to his jacket as if he could keep you planted to the earth, your breathing ragged panting as your vision begins to blur.

“No. No.” He breathes, fingers snatching your jaw to make you look at him, digging into your skin. “Focus. Breathe. You’re stronger than this. Take. A. Breath.”

You listen, breathing in the same time he does, deep and open, breathing out when he does. Your nerves calm a bit, and you close your eyes as the tears keep falling. He pushes your head until it is laying on his chest. “Your mother just died. Don’t focus on the future, just let the pain settle. You’re safe here. I promise.”

And so you did, letting the sobs free as he held you all night.

Do you really want to know where I was April 29th?

Do I really have to chart the constellations in his eyes?

“Did….. did you see her?” Tigris asks, keeping close to the doorframe of his room, hugging her arms close to herself as she watches him work at his desk.

He feels himself tense, spine stiffening so much a wave of pain passed over him, doing his best to seem natural about it all. “She will not be coming around anymore if that is what you want to ask.”

He would make sure of it, he would make sure no one took from him or his family ever again. Not that bitch from 12, not Highbottom and not….. you. You whose face filled his brain with sunlight and warmth, you who made his chest melt and hands shake from nerves.

He loved you, always had.

But that couldn’t be anymore. He was set for a pristine life now, he could not let his weakness get in the way. He already risked it more than he should have.

“She missed you. A lot.” Tigris sighs, moving a little closer. “And she…. Well she helped us scrap together money for care packages and rent.”

“I’m sure there was something she could get from it. Don’t worry.” Even as he says it his gut clenches. He didn’t believe it for a second, but this needed to be done.

“She….. Coryo she-“ Tigris seems to stutter over the words, closing her eyes as if just thinking about it dragged her into a wave of pain. He tries not to laugh because what did she have to hurt about? Living the plush life here as he fought for them in 12, fought for them in the games. Risked his life to make sure that girl survived.

“She. What?”

“She….. well once she found out we were short on rent and she had nothing to offer she…. Slept with someone…… for us.”

“How would whoring herself out help us?” He already knew, his heart beating through his chest as his hands began to shake, clenching them into fists so it wouldn’t show. He was going to be sick.

You wouldn’t have. No.

“For money. She made us-“

“GET. OUT.” He sneers, standing quickly. “Get out right now.” He watches his cousin dash from the room with tears sliding down her face, his own kings constricting at the news.

You couldn’t have. You couldn’t have.

Regret laces through his stomach, your face flickering through his mind. Of course you would. You would do anything for him and his family.

Storm coming, good husband

Bad omen

Dragged my feet right down the aisle

At the house lonely, good money

I'd pay if you'd just know me

Seemed like the right thing at the time

It had been a fools dream long ago that you would marry for love, nothing but a dream of a child that didn’t know better, hadn't let the world destroy her yet.

Now, you knew better. Staring at your soon to be husband, Festus Creed, with a small smile playing at your lips. You were trying to make it seem like you actually loved him, like you actually cared what he was saying as cameras flashed at you both. The light of it blinded you a bit, and you tried not to flinch while he merely laughed and gripped your hand tighter.

He saved your ass and the Snow’s asses. Playing pretty little fucking wife is a small price to pay. You remind yourself when he kisses your cheek. Just pretend. Smile and pretend.

You had sold yourself to Festus in the months that Coryo…. Coriolanus was gone. When you were barely making ends meet and his cousin and grandmother weren’t making it. You had known that Tigris sometimes sold herself to people that wouldn’t really know her last name, but she hadn’t ever been able to get the primary houses due to her family's nobility.

You could.

So, you offered yourself to Creed, a classmate of Coriolanus’ and one that he had warned you to stay away from. “A viper wearing human skin.” How ironic how things turned around.

You tried not thinking about Snow at all, tried to get his face out of your mind, but every time you got close to winning against your memory, he somehow managed to pop up. Every. Single. Time.

It had been months since that initial argument the day he returned. You had been a fool who planned on confessing your love to him, planning on asking him to marry you. Then he called you a gluttonous leech, and Festus proposed a week later. It should be history.

And yet, right on cue, you spot a light blonde head of hair making his way through the crowd quickly as you and your fiancé stand quickly, the crowd of cameras dispersing at the engagement party resumes its flow.

You tried not to sneer about the sheer amount of money these people threw at everything. Just a couple months ago you had been starving, and now you can only watch as dozens of tables were set up with ludicrously decorated desserts that wouldn’t actually be eaten. “Never eat the food in front of them. Makes us look bad.” Festus has told you before your first party with all of them.

“Might I go to the restroom really quick?” You ask him, trying to move around with his arm tightly wrapped around you.

“Of course.” He smiles, giving your hip a tight squeeze before his eyebrows pinch together. “Let’s greet Snow first. I’m sure your old best friend would love to see you.”

Wish I could say the same. You bite back the remark on the tip of your tongue with a pleasant smile, allowing Festus to lead you to where your old friend was finally cutting through people. He had a grim look on his face, he always did these days, and if you didn’t know better you would assume he was upset.

“Snow.” Festus smiles, “glad you can make it. I know game keeping has been keeping your attention these days.”

Something in your stomach clenches at the words, no matter how many times people spoke of it you still could not believe that he was helping with the games.

You feel his stare in the side of your head, but you keep your eyes firmly on Festus, playing with his hair a bit as you play the role of lovestruck girl. Festus glows at this, eyes lighting up as he looks at you.

Whether or not he knows you’re using him as an excuse you can’t possibly care, he likes that you’re rubbing it in Snows face all the same.

“How could I miss this…. Joyous occasion?” Every word is clipped, and you try not to roll your eyes. “It’s wonderful that you’re family is able to take the young medic in.”

You know the underlying meaning beneath the words, snapping to glare at him. A smirk slides onto his lips as his eyes spark with excitement, it takes you a minute bro realize you had just fallen into a trap he laid out. To get you to look at him.

“Well I’m no freeloader.” You bite out. “I’ll obviously keep working in the hospital.”

Festus barks out a laugh at this, hand tightening on your hip as his other moves to hold his stomach, pure humor on his face. “Oh darling. How outrageously funny that was.”

“How was that funny?” You ask, blanching a bit.

“You’re not going to work! How would that make my family look?” Festus laughs, leaning to kiss your lips. You try to kiss back, something tightening in your throat as a sharp sting begins to form in your eyes. Do not cry. Do not cry.

“I’m going to go grab a drink. Keep our friend entertained will you?” Festus smiles, squeezing your hip once more before moving to walk away, leaving you with Coriolanus.

You risk one look to him, already seeing that he was staring right at you, and take a small sip from the Champagne in the flute as you think about how to get away. You decide on “I do hope you enjoy the party. I’m going to make my way to the ladies room.”

And for a second you think you’re brilliant, turning on your heel to walk away quickly but he is fast, taking three easy steps and cutting into your path.

“I was hoping we could talk.”

“We just did.”

“Did we?”

“What do you call that whole conversation with my fiancé if not talking?” You put on an airy smile, and fear freezes at you at the sheer anger in his gaze. Panic settles in, and you stand straighter, choosing to play offense. “Besides. You’re the one that warned me to stay away. What was it you said? ‘Or suffer the consequences’, wasn't it?”

His eyes shutter but otherwise he does a good job of playing calm, using one hand to pull imaginary lint off his jacket. “I believe so. But maybe I’ve decided I was wrong.”

“You weren’t wrong.” You snipe. “I was a freeloading wretch and now I’m not. Problem handled. We can go our separate ways and never speak again-“

“Festus was the one that paid you, wasn’t he?” His voice is low, but his eyes are screaming at you as he leans closer. “To help pay for rent. It was Festus.”

“I have no clue what you’re talking about.” You did. And he knew it, which was answer enough.

“I’m sorry you-“but you’re gone, dashing to find the bathroom.

You know there's many different ways that you can kill the one you love

The slowest way is never loving them enough

Do you really want to know where I was April 29th?

Do I really have to tell you how he brought me back to life?

The door to the Snow Mansion caught a little, letting some of the winter air in with you, your teeth chattering as you did your best to shut it. Managing to push all your body weight into the door to finally get it closed before you puffed hot air into your palms, the sack you carried heavy in your hand as you hear someone call your name.

Then he’s there, surrounding you in what little warmth he had, arms wrapped around you as you try to ease the shivers.

“Come in. We are burning some of mothers old romance novels for warmth.” He smiles, grabbing your hand and leading you to the fireplace where there were indeed pages from novels burning quickly.

“I brought this-“ you smile, holding up the bag of the goodies you managed to smuggle out of work. “It was someone’s anniversary and they had tables of food. I grabbed what I could before they threw it all out.”

A smile breaks out across his face as his cousin and grandmother both gasp and move to surround you. Before you know it you are all huddled close to the fire, eating quickly to try and ease the hunger, Coryo sitting close to you.

Once all the food is gone his grandmother retires to bed and Tigris goes to heat up water, leaving you with Coryo by the dying fire.

“I…. I always imagined small family dinners. Always wanted it for my own family, eating close together rather than a large table.” You admit, pulling your legs close to yourself. “Never did I imagine this though.”

“One day I’m going to get us out of this.” He mumbles, one hand reaching to hold onto one of your own. “And we will have that.”

There was that feeling of happiness rising in your chest as you looked at his determined face, leaning to kiss the corner of his lips softly. “I look forward to it.” And you believed he could make it happen, you truly did.

High infidelity

Put on your records and regret me

I bent the truth too far tonight

I was dancing around, dancing around it

You could learn to love him, you were sure of it. Somehow someway you would fall in love with my Festus, provide him a child that would inherit his families vast fortune and you would see to it that your kid never had to worry about starving.

You would rake yourself over coals before letting your child do any of what you had to do.

Like right now, fake moans filtering from your lips as Festus had his way with you on a random desk in a study room you did not recognize. Not that it was surprising, this family liked their secrets.

Once he was done he smiled at you, kissing you quickly as he fixed his pants and tucked in his shirt. “Fix yourself up. We have an engagement party to get back to.”

And with that he was gone from the room, leaving you to fix the skirt and sink to the floor, using the side of the large oak desk to lean on.

The sound of the door opening barely draws your attention, sighing out as you stare at the bookshelf, trying to piece your nerves back together as you always did after Festus.

“Are you alright?” The tone was a mix between your old friends comforting voice and the new Snows voice, and you tried not to roll your eyes.

“I’m fine.” You snap, your spine stiff. “Go back to the party.”

“I should be saying that to you.” He mumbles, moving closer and sliding to sit next to you. “It is your party after all.”

“Yeah? Is it?” You mumble, scooting over slightly to get away from him. He merely follows you, sliding right next to you once more.

Before you can yell at him he is holding out a cloth napkin, filled with those crème cookies that filled the tables out there. Macarons, Festus had called them. But you hadn’t had one. Rich people liked to starve.

“Come on. We both know you want one.” He smiles.

“Does it have poison?” You snipe, remembering the reason he had been sent away in the first place. He had given that Lucy girl an advantage in the games. Poison.

“No, not for you.” He smiles, like you hadn’t just completely tried to chase him off. Then he grabs one and shoves the entire thing in his mouth, making a small laugh slip from you before you bite it down, rolling your eyes. “Do you remember my 13th birthday?”

“No.” Yes.

He had stolen sandwiches from his school lunch and you had somehow managed to steal chocolate chip cookies from some party you had been working at. You ate together in the park, huddled by a tree so no one would see you, whispering all the things you wanted to see in the world.

“It was by far one of the best birthdays I had ever had.”

“One of?”

“Well my favorite birthday was the one before the war. I got so many gifts my parents made me a playroom.” He smiles.

You try not to let the words sting, what were measly cookies to a playroom. That was the life he belonged in. Luxury.

“You won’t be working then?” He asks after a moment of silence. “I always thought you liked being a medic.”

“I haven’t been an actual medic for long.” You sneer, you had only earned the honor while he was gone. Before that you simply volunteered every morning before your actual job, taking lessons whenever you could scrounge up money.

“A short lived career then.”

“What do you want me to say? My husband won’t allow me to work then I won’t work. It’s simple.”

“I would need my wife to work.” He shrugs.

“Why? You wouldn’t want a freeloader?”

“No. I would be running for president of Panem. And I believe that a medic for a wife would help my votes.” He states bluntly, eyes catching yours as your own widen.

“I’m sorry?” But he doesn’t respond, instead he holds out that damned napkin of cookies again. And you snatch one quickly, turning away the slightest bit to eat it.

“You’ll think about it?” He asks, eyes never leaving you.

“Think about it? There is nothing to think about.” You laugh, wiping sugar from the corner of your mouth before using the desk to help you stand and stepping over him.

Before you could fully escape his hands snatch your calf, pulling you down until you unceremoniously fall into his lap. “I told you to stay away from Festus. His family is not-….. he won’t give you what you want.”

“He’s paying my rent Snow. I’m just fine.”

“What happened to family dinners? Or the 6 kids running around.”

“I can have that with him.”

“Can you?” He lets you go then, knowing his words hit the mark when your face falls.

You leave the study, trying to pretend things are fine for the rest of the day, but his words cling to you like a skin of a snake.

High infidelity

Put on your headphones and burn my city

Your picket fence is sharp as knives

I was dancing around, dancing around it

You would have loved the atmosphere of District 12’s underground space, the dancing and music, laughter falling through your ears and the best of their dancing jolting down your spine with every stomp and clap.

Though he never understood your fascination with the districts back then, during the games he was beginning to understand slowly, and seeing this he could.

“Let’s go get a drink.” Sejanus laughs, pushing him to the bar as he imagines you twirling through, stomping and clapping at the right times.

It’s that night, drunk and a bit out of it that he lets the words he had been holding back for years slip. Sejanus had been grousing on and on about how he knew Snow was a good guy by the fact that his closest companion had been a young student healer rather than a Capitol clone and Snow tried not to bristle as how easy Sejanus laughed off your history.

You had worked for everything, and yet the man in front of him made it seem like you had chosen the healer life out of pity, rather than your hardwork and dedication.

Then the words slipped, “She’s a rare one and that’s why I love her.”

His friends eyes widen, and so does snow, both breathing in for a second before a wave of laughter fills them as Lucy’s voice fills the room.

Do you really want to know where I was April 29th?

Do I really have to chart the constellations in his eyes?

You know there's many different ways that you can kill the one you love

The slowest way is never loving them enough

It had taken you 10 minutes to sneak out of the Creed mansion, and another 15 to walk to Snow mansion where he had asked to meet you.

He being Coriolanus, through a telegram sent directly to you earlier in the day.

The door sticks a little, just like it used to, but the rest of the place had been professionally cleaned and you kept to the front rug in the entrance so as to not drag mud in.

“What are you doing?” He asks, coming around the corner to look at you in the entrance. “I’m in here, let’s go.”

He doesn’t wait to see your panic at the clean floors, so you rush to take off your shoes before tiptoeing to the main sitting room he was in.

“You said it was urgent.” You mumble, looking around at all the papers strewn about. Some designs of outfits and dresses, some of creatures and set ups. “What is all this?”

“This, my dear, is the 11th annual hunger games.” He smiles, and you try not to shudder at how easy he says dear.

“Oh I see, you’ll be making the tributes wear extravagant gowns in the arena then?” You hold up a sketch of what looks to be an evening gown designed for district 3.

“Tigris will be styling and dressing them before the games now.” He explains, moving closer to you. “For if they wish to be performers then we shall let them. Give them all a fighting chance.”

“Like Lucy?”

He doesn’t answer, instead moving to pick up another sketch. “And now, once they are in the arena they will all wear the same uniform.”

“They won’t die in their own clothes?”

“They’ll die at the Capitol wills it.” He sneers, taking a second to regain his composure. “But this isn’t why I have brought you here today.”

“Okay….” He grabs your hand, pulling you to the desk and showing you plans and sketches. “I need your medical advice.”

“For?”

“For a poisonous sea creature.” You rear back at that, but he is quick to snatch your hand. “I just need to know how to prolong the death.”

“I’m not helping-“

“Please. I need you.” He admits, his hand still on you. “I always need you.”

“Coryo-“ it’s the first time you’ve called him that in forever, and he can’t help but rush to you, pressing his lips to yours quickly.

You kiss back, although your common sense is screaming at you to stop. And soon enough the kiss is deepening, and he’s shoving all the documents off the table to place you upon it, making quick work of stripping you down while trying to keep his lips to you at all times.

And you were ashamed to admit you found pleasure for the first time that night, allowing him to pull that pleasure from you over and over and over.

High infidelity

Put on your records and regret meeting me

I bent the truth too far tonight

I was dancing around, dancing around it

“He’s a mad man….” Festus mumbles, hand clenched on your knee. “A mad genius but a madman.”

He was right of course, you could do nothing but blink as the games unfolded before you, surrounded by his peers and coworkers as they all cheered and booed at the tributes.

You couldn’t pay attention, the gore beginning to get to you as well as the fact that Coryo kept glaring over at you and Festus from his podium in the center, eyes narrowing as a sneer coated his mouth.

You hated these moments, when you were anxious about the affair and when Festus was in the same room with the two of you. Don’t do anything stupid, you silently plead.

But when has Coryo ever played stupid? No. Everything he did was smart, three moves ahead.

“How about a wager?” He smiles to his friends, and you bite your lip. That scheming look not good.

“Yeah?” Festus smiles. “My moneys on district 2. Girl.”

Vivi, was her name. She had 2 sisters at home and was playing viciously. She would not win though, she had been bitten by a snake with slow killing venom, you would know since you helped Coryo make it.

“No. Money is far too boring.” Coryo smiles, ever the Capitol player. “How about we wager…… the healer.”

Festus freezes, hand tightening on your thigh in a searing grip that you know has Coryo seething under his calm exterior, those blue eyes lighting with a challenge. He hated when Festus was rough, which was more often than not.

Coryo preferred to be…. Rough in the sheets and gentle every other moment.

“You want my fiancé? Don’t you have whores for that?” Festus laughs, but there is no humor behind it.

“I don’t want a whore. I want a wife.” Coryo smiles, holding out his hand. “District 4, Mags.”

People begin whispering and smiling at the challenge, and you realize why Coryo had been talking too loud then, because Festus would look weak to back away now.

Festus risks a look to you, narrowing on your shocked look before taking Coryos hand. When the blonde walks away your fiancé leans in, “we will be discussing this later.”

After he won, if he won. He would make your life hell.

High infidelity

Put on your headphones and burn my city

Your picket fence is sharp as knives

I was dancing around, dancing around it

“Your mood swings make my head spin,” you admit, laying on the mattress lazily as Coryo sits leaning on the headboard, tracing his finger across your exposed back. “One moment you’re rutting into me like you hate me, the next your murmuring love sonnets.”

“Do the Creeds actually have money?” He murmurs, fingers dancing across your ribs. “Or are they pretending just as I had been for awhile?”

“They have money, loads and loads of it. So much that they burnt some of it for fun the other day to see how long it took to burn.” You mumble, keeping your eyes closed.

“Then why do you still look starving?” He asks, moving closer to curl around you.

“Because they only eat one meal a day, and it’s more of….. well they don’t like gluttonous people.”

“Surviving is gluttonous?”

“The rich have never made sense.” You admonish. “They starve themselves to prove they can, no sugar or dairy. No this or that. They don’t know hunger like we did.”

“I thought you were marrying him to stop that hunger.” He mutters, a bit of anger in it.

“I also have a roof over my head and warmth. There is more to it.” You sigh, not wanting this to be another argument as it was every week. “There’s nothing we can do Coryo. I get married after the games.”

“They talk about you like you’re a pet.”

“To them I am.”

Oh, there's many different ways that you can kill the one you love

And it's never enough, it's never enough

“So this is what he does now?” Festus sneers, whipping his tie off as he storms into his room, dragging you in with him.

The games would last another night it seemed, and Snow sent everyone out as he was getting ready for the big finish.

“He is making it all one big game. Placing wagers and gambling. It’s bullshit!” You try not to roll your eyes at his outburst since he had been all about it before Coryo called him out.

But apparently you still somehow rolled your eyes and his face falls into pure rage as he begins charging for you. Fear coats your system as his hand latches around your neck, cutting off oxygen.

Before it could get worse there is a knock on the door.

“YOU HAVE TO SEE THIS!” His little sister calls, turning on his screen to reveal the games, where many of the players are fighting a very large creature in the body of water.

“What is that?” Festus gasps.

“A sea monster.” You breathe out, watching with a small amount of excitement mixed with disgust as Mags plunges her spear into its eye.

Lock broken, slur spoken

Wound open, game token

I didn't know you were keeping count

Rain soaking, blind hoping

You said I was freeloading

I didn't know you were keeping count

But oh, you were keeping count

You married him on April 29th, a year later he ran for president and to no one's surprise he won.

You became First Lady of panem. And would of course bear tons of children.

He kept his promise, eating close together every night, making sure all his kids were well fed and never knew the hunger you both did. And when your youngest was blasted in the tabloids for her ‘pudginess’ Coryo made sure to send the writer and his family to District 7 and the very next year the oldest daughter of the family was chosen in the reaping.

You lived in constant disgust and amazement, the battle never ending.

You helped him come up with ideas for creatures and implemented healing and medicine into the games to at least give some of those kids a fighting chance.

“Remember when I warned you to stay away?” He asks one night, watching you from his spot on the bed as you get air at the window.

“Quite vividly.” You laugh, breathing in the night scent in his shirt as he lay naked save for a sheet. “Said I was a freeloader.”

“I was trying to push you away.”

“Gathered that.” You nod, watching him extend a hand before shuffling across the floor and climbing across the bed until you reach his hands where he pulled you in for a warm kiss.

“You are a freeloader.” He teases, his lips still against yours. “You owe me so much.”

“Oh do I?” You laugh.

“Yeah! You owe me a can of beans, never got paid back for that.” He smiles and you can’t help but laugh.

“I’ll go get the dirtiest can of beans, expired, and it will be just like old times.”

Before he can say anything else you are pushing to kiss him again, falling into his warmth with a hum and letting him drag you under the sheet.

(Yeah. It stayed in the draft because I never quite liked how the story worked….. something always seemed off. I rewrote this 10 times back then, but since I am releasing my old drafts this baby is out now. )

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DESERVE IT - FINAL CHAPTER

Javier Peña x f!reader

Summary: The well deserved happy ending Javi and his beautiful wife waited for so long

• You can catch up on the rest of this wonderful story on my MASTERLIST

Warnings: fluff, happiness, happy ending and I don't wanna say anything else not to spoil it ❤️

A/N: I never thought I'd bring myself to actually finish this story, just like the rest of my series, it was meant to be a one shot nineteen chapters ago and it evolved into this beautiful romance ❤️‍🔥 I know it's just fiction but it felt so real sometimes when I was writing, there were times I was so deep into the story it felt Javi was right there talking to me, as I already told you, countless times I ended up writing my own name instead of Y/N because I was so deep into it and I thank you all for supporting me, for reading, liking, reblogging and commenting this story, if it weren't for you, this story wouldn't exist ❤️

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It didn't matter to you if you were walking around the house with your hair and makeup done but still wearing a dress gown that covered your white lingerie before you could actually put on your wedding dress. Your heart was hammering your chest, making your breathing uneven and your anxiety kicking you in the ribs at every passing minute, you just needed to find Javi, your Javi, your soon-to-be husband Javi, because in just a matter of hours, you would get married, your dream would finally come true and after battling so long for your happiness, building up your relationship, and against all odds you and Javi were about to have your happy ending.

You knew a lot of people betted against the two of you; they were just so sure things wouldn't work out, and that you and Javier were bound to break up, they assumed he would fail you, he would just break your heart, take you for granted or cheat on you, and that couldn't be further from the truth, as Javier took care of you as if you were the most precious stone he'd ever seen. He was just hopelessly in love with you and there was nothing he could do. It was simply love at its purest form, and even if it came later into his life, making Javi think during countless nights he wasn't worthy of loving, of having a family, there it was, simply and wholeheartedly, meant to be with the girl of his dreams.

You still had a few hours until the wedding, as the bride you had to start getting ready early, but you needed to see Javier, even if he was busy, or if he was getting ready himself, you didn't know, you'd been separated from him when you woke up, under the excuse he couldn't see you before the ceremony, as it would be a sign of bad luck, though you didn't really care nor believe those popular myths, nothing could ruin your day.

Still, you needed to get to Javi, it was just a real necessity to see him, to look into his eyes, kiss his lips and tell him what you needed to tell him before you two tied the knot, you didn't care if your clothes weren't adequate, - if you could call them clothes at all, it was just a simple gown covering you barely, but you crossed the house, not caring if there was anyone else there.

"What are you doing, mijita?" Chucho frowned softly as he spotted you and placed his hand on his hips, he'd just left his room, the one Javier was using to get ready, just to check up on his son and see if he was really going all the way, after all, even if Chucho believed his son was really a happy man now, he still thought it was better be safe than sorry, not giving the destiny any chances of repeating itself.

"I need to talk to Javi, don Chucho, please… is he here?" You asked him, smiling nervously at him and that poor old man's heart couldn't take it. He loved you like a daughter already and he knew how happy you made his son, so he only nodded and pointed at the door, "go ahead mijita, he's as nervous as you are" the man who treated you like a father would cleared his throat and walked away, wanting to give you two privacy to talk - or do whatever that dirty mind of his son had planned.

You knocked on the door so Javi wouldn't be startled once you opened it, and with no more waiting you got inside. Your heart raced and you could swear you fell in love all over again with Javier. He was just so effortlessly handsome as he checked himself in front of the mirror, his jacket suit was still open, allowing anyone to take a good look at his silky white shirt. His tie lying on the bed as if he'd just discarded it, Javi had just shaved that morning, his cheeks were smooth and soft as his mustache was meticulously trimmed, he'd brushed his hair as well, wanting to look his best for you. He also knew there would be a crowd of people watching him, well, the two of you really, but the main focus was him, because their money would certainly be on Javier not showing up for his wedding again. At first he thought he would like to show them how wrong they were, rub on their faces that Javier Peña was a reliable, responsible man, not only that, he was a family man, the kind of man to have a loving wife and build a beautiful family with their lovely kids, but as the days went by and the wedding date got just around the corner, he realized none of that mattered to him; he didn't give a rat's ass if people from town, Lorraine, or even his dad believed he was capable of settling down or not, because the only thing that mattered to him was you. You were the one Javi wanted to please, to impress and to hold on to forever, you were the love of his life and he was the love of your life and the thought of spending the rest of his days with you was enough to bring peace into his heart. So at the end of day, he didn't care what people thought or said, he cared about you, about the family you would have together and about having the perfect wedding in order to make you happy.

"Javi?" You asked, snapping him out of his daydreams and immediately turned to you. He wasn't expecting seeing you before the ceremony but smiled as you walked to him, sensing something was off, as you rushed to him, wrapping your arms as tight as you could around his body and buried your face into his chest.

"Hey hermosa, did something happen?" Javi asked with a bit of worry as he felt you clinging to his shirt, the way you sniffed and looked up at him with your teary eyes. You shook your head, you didn't want to scare him or bother him at all just because you were anxious. He held your head gently between his hands, holding you in place and analyzing your makeup, how beautiful you looked

"You're gorgeous, you know that? I love your makeup, and your hair is looking very nice too, even if you don't have your dress on, I could marry you just know, because you're perfect" he smiled and took your hand, humming in approval as he saw you had your nails painted red, despite everyone else saying it should be white, you just ignored them and went with your future husband's favorite color "rojo te sale tan bien, mi amor" he took your hand to his mouth, kissing it very gently, like the gentleman he was.

"I'm sorry Javi, I was feeling so anxious, I have something to say…" you took a deep breath and stared into his beautiful brown eyes, the most beautiful pair you'd ever seen, because they belonged to him and you loved everything that had to do with your Javi.

"Go ahead cariño, tell me anything you want, except if it's to tell me you don't wanna marry me anymore, that I don't wanna hear it" he joked softly and pecked your lips once more, dragging his lips to your law and going down your neck. You groaned, he wasn't playing fair with you and he knew it. He was your weakness and you did take a risk by showing up in front of him with very little clothing and yet all dolled up for him, but you ached for him, for his presence and reassurance, maybe not in a sexual way, not at that moment at least, but you still needed him close. You opened your eyes again and your hands went to the side of his head, fingers sinking into his soft hair, feeling his scalp and massaging it, loving that feeling, not caring if Javi would have to fix his hair again, it didn't matter to you and it didn't matter to him either, because nothing was better than that affection. He closed his eyes and purred at how you played with his hair, his hands were tighter on your waist and sat onto the bed, pulling you to him and having you on his lap. He held you as if his life depended on it, resting his face on your chest and listening to your heartbeat, closing his eyes as he was taken back to Colombia and the night he got badly beat up and you took care of him, even after he was awful to you, after he was petty, rude, jealous and bitter all of that towards you, you still offered him love, comfort and warmth.

He didn't deserve you, and yet, he was gifted you. Something he would never understand, how good things happen to men like Javier, but he wasn't going to complain, quite the opposite, he was going to get on his knees and thank the heavens every single day of the rest of his life. He thought of that night in Colombia and how it changed your lives forever. Back then, you were dating Manu, and Javi had been connected with Los Pepes, after going out looking for trouble because he couldn't control his jealousy of you, he came back home bruised and bleeding, and you sat on his lap and wiped off the blood patiently, devotedly and if he weren't in love with you then, he would've fallen head over heels, but after that night, the way you simply held him, gave him love and comfort, without asking anything in return just made him love you even more. At that night, he allowed himself to dream of a future with you for the first time, he dreamed of you and him, back on the ranch, living a married life and having a family together and now that things were finally happening, he wanted to just hold you and cherish you forever, the same Javier that once thought the domesticity of a relationship just wasn't for him, now realized he couldn't live without it.

He chuckled at how things changed and you frowned, snapping out of your own thoughts and looked at him, he nuzzled your chest like a cat, you loved that about Javier, how he responded to touch and how he couldn't stay away from touching you.

"What's so funny Javi?" You questioned him and felt as he shrugged

"I was just thinking of that night in Colombia, when I asked you to sit on my lap and how hard I fell for you, even more than I had before, because you were so perfect to me and I said I want to have a family with you and you told me it was my fever talking" he laughed "I'm glad you saw I meant well" he said and kissed your cleavage gently, his arms wrapped a little more around you, showing how much he enjoyed having you in his embrace.

"I'm glad you're here, cariño" his strong hand held your neck gently as he kissed your lips

"I'm glad the two of you are here" his hand ran down your chest and rested on your belly, as you gasped and looked at him with anxiety and surprise. How could he even know?

"How?" You whispered and Javi smiled big at you "I saw the test in the trash can yesterday, amor… I was waiting for you to tell me, but you didn't so I waited" he caressed your womb gently "besides, I noticed your changes, I've had for a while now… your nausea, how emotional you are when we watch TV, and this baby girl…" Javi whispered against your lips as his hands went for your breasts, squeezing them so gently, making you moan softly at his touch "... Do you really think I wouldn't notice your beautiful sexy tits being fuller and more sensitive baby?" Javi purred against your skin "you know me" he said looking deeply into your eyes.

"I was scared, Javi… we are going to get married and I was hoping we would enjoy our married life before having the baby, bu-"

And Javi kissed you again, he wanted to shut your pretty mouth so you wouldn't overthink and worry about things, so the best way to do so was by tasting your lips, breaking the kiss only when he saw you'd calmed down a bit.

"Listen… things are perfect the way they are, we're getting married and our beautiful baby Peña is already here, there's nothing else I could ask for, I have a loving wife and a baby on the way, it's much more than I deserve it, but here it is and I couldn't be happier… are you happy, hermosa?"

"Yes, Javi…" you whispered "then let's get married, baby girl"

•••

You had returned to your room to finish getting ready while Javi stayed behind, there wasn't a lot he had to do to get ready as men usually had only to shower and show up to these kinds of celebrations. He knew his dad was busy welcoming the guests and checking on everything the catering people were setting, and there was no way he could knock on your door and ask to hang out. He sighed as a lot was on his mind, how you two would be an official couple in a matter of hours and you'd take his name, becoming officially Mrs.Peña and how in nine months you would have a baby, your kid, in your arms. It was too much for Javi, but in a good sense, he couldn't wait to finally do all those things, but he would be lying if at that moment he wasn't feeling slightly nervous.

"Ready to tie the knot Javi? Honestly, I didn't think I'd live long enough to see that happening…" Steve took off his aviators as he walked towards his friend and chuckled at Javi's surprised face, giving him a hug "what? Someone had to make sure you wouldn't escape your own wedding this time" Steve winked and Javi groaned, giving him the finger but tiny arms wrapped around his leg, making him look down, as Olivia smiled big at him, with her sweet face

"Avi!!!" She said excitedly still having a hard time pronouncing his name but being so happy to be picked and lifted her up, she giggled as Javier tickled her small tummy gently and his heart raced to think in a short while his very own little one would be able to run around and play with Olivia.

"Where's your beautiful mama?" Javi asked and Steve chuckled "she's helping your girl get into her wedding dress because apparently these are tricky as hell to put on" he explained "now come on, it's time for you to get married" he said.

Javi had faced drug dealers, murderers, psychopaths, and all kinds of criminals one could think of, he'd been inches from them, interrogating those types in a small room in a police station, but none of them made him sweat with nervousness as having to walk down the aisle and wait for you there, at the altar. He looked at his side, where he saw Steve standing up, nodding at him softly, reminding him everything was going to be okay. Javi watched the guests, recognizing many faces all over the rows, he could swear most of them were whispering about him under their breaths. Well, at least they could see Javier Peña wasn't leaving anyone at the altar anymore, if anything, you would be the one who would get the chance to leave the infamous Javier Peña at the altar.

He chuckled at his own nonsense and looked down at his shoes, the waiting was killing him.

And then, a song started playing and he could swear his heart skipped a beat. He immediately raised his head and licked his lips, seeing you from afar, his dad offering you his arm so you would walk down the aisle with him, as your family wasn't around, Chucho decided to step in and walk you to your husband, so proud and happy to see you and Javi were finally staying together.

And the moment you walked closer and Javi could see you in your wedding dress, he was head over heels for you, all over again, and he knew he would continue to do so for the rest of his life. You were gorgeous, flawless in your dress, and all the wait made perfect sense, it all led to that moment, it was meant to be.

When you got to the altar, Javi extended his hand to you, taking it and pulling you closer, stealing a peck on the lips before you two turned to the priest who agreed to bless your wedding - after a lot of Chucho's persuasion.

And after a brief ceremony, you and Javi got married in the green fields of your ranch, among family and friends, after fighting a lot for your love, you were wholeheartedly his, his wife, the mother of his baby and officially Y/N Peña.

And just as that night in Colombia when you two had your first fight and he stormed out, and when he returned, he fell onto his knees for you because he said he was 'a perro a tus pies', he got on his knees again, not giving one crap if it was in front of dozens of guests, he wrapped his arms around your body and kissed your womb, so there wasn't any doubt to anyone that Javier Peña was officially a family man.

•••

The months passed by faster than you ever thought they would, as your belly grew bigger and bigger, and your baby evolved healthy and strong, you were also surrounded by love. Chucho was all the time around you, so excited about his grandkid, he very often interrupted his work to check on you, ask if you needed anything or offer you drinks or something to nibble on. Every time he went to town he'd be damned if he didn't spend a good thirty minutes telling whoever he encounter about his grandkid. And he also kept a small ultrasound picture in his wallet too, willing to show people how cute the baby was - even if it was hard to distinguish something in the image.

Javi wasn't as talkative and outgoing as his dad, and he didn't like talking about his private life to the same people who very often spread gossip about himself and his pregnant wife, so he kept all his love and affection for you and your baby. Javi was the best dad in the world, and your baby wasn't even born yet, and yet, he made sure to come back from work and give you all the attention in the world. Javi wasn't really happy while working on the ranch anymore so when the opportunity of becoming chief of police showed up, he took it. It was just enough adrenaline for him to keep interested in the job - arresting drinks and thieves, break up fights between college boys - but safe enough to come back home to his family at the end of the day. He couldn't complain about being a small town sheriff and you would definitely not going to complain about the sexy uniform he wore - even if Javi hated wearing them - and you couldn't even get started on his tactical vest, but just the mere thought of him in one of those was enough for you to jump on him. He'd told you it was just your pregnancy hormones making you overly sensitive to it, but you knew it wasn't, it was him wearing that devilish vest, that was what made you sensitive.

Javi would get home from work and hold you tight, always stroking your belly and talking to the baby. He wanted the baby to know her daddy's voice, because from the moment you two learned you were having a baby girl, she had her dad wrapped around her tiny little finger. So he just nuzzled your womb, talked to it and very often fell asleep with his head on your lap, doing everything he could to be close to his princess. Chucho and Javi did all the heavy work when it came to set the baby's room, painting, dragging the furniture around and leaving to you the decoration part - though the two of them had so many ideas for it: Chucho thought his granddaughter should go with the classic ballerina room, and Javi liked something to do with butterflies after all, he was already calling his daughter mariposita.

You didn't want to take sides, so you decided your daughter's room would be bear themed, the two men agreed reluctantly, but Chucho always bought ballerina related small gifts and Javi did the same with butterflies.

The night you went on labor was one of the most chaotic of your life: Javi wasn't home, there was an occurrence and he was called to the station, so you asked for your father-in-law's help and you had never seen Chucho Peña that nervous. If you weren't in so much pain, you'd definitely taken the car keys and driven yourself to the hospital. When Javi was finally located and he received the news you were giving birth, he dropped everything he was doing, leaving the things for the other cops to solve. He didn't give a shit if all the criminals broke free at that moment, only you and your daughter mattered to him. He drove like a madman and he would've certainly got a ticket for exceeding the speed limit if he wasn't the chief of police after all, but he made it in time to follow the miracle of life, until the doctors decided it would be better if you had a C-section, so they asked him kindly to leave the room, after all it would be an operation. Javier paced the hallway, worry and fear running through his body, he couldn't lose you nor the baby, even if no one had said anything remotely related to that, that was definitely his biggest fear.

But everything went well, and at that same time, Analuz Peña was welcomed into this world. Ana because it was his mother's name, and Luz because she was the light in his life, the light that was brought in by you. He held his tiny little baby, a little afraid of hurting her, as he couldn't remember the last time he held an infant for the last time, but when she opened her tiny little eyes and looked at him, it felt natural, because that was his daughter.

And for the following months you and Javi met happiness in the purest form: you were happily married, each day more and more in love with each other, now free from all the envy, jealousy and the mean remarks about the two of you, your daughter was a beautiful and healthy baby, loved by everyone and you couldn't have asked for a better life. To think you had gone to Colombia to try and mend a heartbreak by diving into work and you met the love of your life, and that the love of your life didn't think he deserved it, to think he had pushed you away only to lose his shit when you tried to move on, which you both found out it was impossible because your love was too strong and too intense, only to be together and then separated by destiny. But you and Javi were meant to be and the proof of that was the beautiful family you built as you two lived the happy, quiet life you two deserved on the ranch.

Analuz was so lucky to have you as her mommy and Javi as her daddy, and her baby brother who was still a tiny little dot in your womb would also be very lucky, because you were all right for each other, and the happiness you all got, you deserved it.

The End

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A/N: oh my god besties, I'm crying for real now, I don't know why but ending the stories always makes me so emotional and especially this story in particular, I'll never forget how emotionally invested I was, how many shitty days I had and writing these chapters and Javi were the things that got my mind out of it. I hope you enjoy it, it was written with all my love ❤️‍🔥 I know it is just a story, but at the same time it isn't just another story, just as it made me happy, it has made several of you happy as well, judging by the amount of amazing feedback I got throughout the two months and twenty chapters of this fic. I know it hurts to say goodbye, but remember Javi is ours and he can always be back for another one 🥺💕

"Tu el aire que respiro yo

Y la luz de la luna en el mar

La garganta que ansio mojar

Que temo ahogar de amor"

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ev3rgreenxtrees · 4 months

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could you write a nick x ftm!reader? something like the reader sees a bunch of hate comments about him and nick comforts him? (if not that’s totally ok)

,,My Boy’’

-N.S

Synopsis: You and Nick have been dating for a long time now, and you finally agree to be in one of the boy’s videos. Nick introduces you as his boyfriend, and the viewers find out you are trans. Some don’t respond the best to this, but Nick is there to comfort you.

pairing: bf!nick sturniolo (he/him) X trans ftm!reader (he/him)

warnings: homophobia, transphobia, panic attack, gender dysphoria, body dysphoria, cyber bullying, threats, harassment, homophobic & transphobic slurs (i promise i can say them. id never EVER say a slur i couldnt!!) and i think thats all! please let me know if i missed one <3

requested?: yes!

back to: masterlist

—FIRST PERSON POV—

After Nick constantly asking me if I was positive I don’t want to finally be in one of the triplets videos, I reluctantly agree.

I have been dating nick for around eight months, and we have kept our relationship a ‘secret’, for these past eight months, and i finally agreed to be in a video.

Matt got back into the car, shutting the door behind himself. Nick smiled at me, before speaking up.

“Welcome back, everybody! Today, we have a special guest, my boyfriend, y/n!” Nick boasts. I love how he openly called me his boyfriend, but i was worried. were his fans going to find out?

Sure they would, but would they care? probably. I passed well enough to be called a male in public, but whenever people care enough, like the Sturniolos fanbase, they will look for all my socials, and they’ll know.

A million thoughts ran through my head, but they were all cleared out once I heard Nick call my name again.

“Y/n? babe? you okay?” he asked, shaking my shoulder gently.

“hm? oh- yeah. sorry. i zoned out,” i chuckled a little. “could you repeat the question?” i asked, and nick complied.

The rest of the video went by pretty smoothly, since I was occupied with thinking deeply at all the odd questions Nick was asking us, and laughing at the out of pocket jokes from matt and chris.

We recorded for about an hour more, knowing that more than half of the footage would just be cut out in editing. Matt screeched into the camera, before shutting it off, and handing it to Nick, and starting the car.

Matt drove all of us to the triplets house, since I just stayed there often with them anyways. we walked inside, and Nick and I went up to his room to edit the video.

I caught myself giggling at the stupid jokes and the annoying bickering, but I cant lie, we’re pretty funny.

“this video has to be posted today,” Nick sighed, only a little bit into the editing. “I hate it when they wont film until the ‘night’ of. It’s 2:34 AM, and the video needs to be up by 4:30..” Nick sighed.

He looked over at me, noticing i was growing increasingly more tired.

“get some sleep, baby.” Nick smiled, kissing my forehead. I complied, before crawling into his bed, falling asleep there.

I woke up again, and it just so happened to be 5:00 PM, somehow. I always sleep throughout the whole day, so i wasn’t really surprised.

I yawned, before staying in Nick’s bed, allowing myself to wake up. I checked my phone, which normally has none to five notifications, but this time, i had well over a thousand.

My eyebrows furrowed; and i quickly shot up. I scrolled through the notifs, to see comments on my old instagram and tiktok posts,

“Awe! Nick’s boyfriend is so cute!”

|_ “replying to : @— ‘boyfriend? i thought nick was gay. this is disgusting.’”

“That’s gross. She changed her name and claimed to be a boy. Fucking gross. Grow up.”

|_ “replying to : @— ‘HE is a boy. He always has been, he just realized it, and is now brave enough to show it. let him be.’”

“Thats not even a boy💀”

“Nick could’ve done so much better and actually got himself a big strong MAN.”

“shes so ugly wth.”

“Nick needs to realize that he could do so much better than her. he needs to raise his standards because what the fuck.”

“guys, her name is y/d/n, not y/n!”

Each comment broke my heart. Sure, there were a few sweet ones, supporting nick and i, but the horrible degrading ones outweigh those by a long shot.

I felt my eyes start to water as i scrolled through the comments. I didn’t want to see them, but i couldn’t stop looking.

I felt the tears start to roll down my cheeks, as i looked through the comments.

I stopped looking through comments i was tagged in, and began looking through my instagram DM’s. Fuck. These were worse.

“kill yourself you stupid fag.”

“nick doesn’t want you, tranny.”

“kill yourself before i kill you.”

“don’t corrupt nick you disgusting freak.”

“i promise you, nick hates you.”

“why’d he pick you. he could’ve had me😂”

I let out small silent sobs, throwing my phone on the ground. I heard a pair of feet running up the stairs to Nick’s room, before the door flew open.

“shit- what happened? fuck, y/n, whats wrong?” Chris’ eyes widened as he saw the scene in front of him. My phone broken on the floor, and i was sobbing into my knees on Nick’s bed.

I nodded, and chris immediately ran by my side.

“he’s out with Matt- ill call him. im staying here with you until he gets here, okay?” he placed his hand on my back. he quickly pulled his phone out of his pocket, calling nick. i didnt understand what he said, because i wasn’t paying attention. i just need nick.

Nick. thats all i want. He’s all i need.

“hey.. please, talk to me.” Chris spoke softly, putting his phone back in his pocket. “what happened, buddy?” he asked, his eyebrows furrowing, his hand never leaving my back.

Thats when i realized, i wasn’t wearing my binder. Normally, not wearing my binder at my own house, or even the triplets, doesn’t bother me, but as i read through all those comments, calling me a girl, i couldn’t help but feel disappointed in myself.

I looked down at my chest, and started crying harder. I couldn’t breathe. fuck- i’m having a panic attack.

“n-nick- i- i need n-nick!” i gasped, quickly sitting up.

“hey- hey, it’s okay. Nicks almost here, okay? I need you to take deep breaths, okay?” Chris panicked. I panted, rocking back and fourth on nicks bed.

I knew Chris was trying to help, but i needed Nick.

We heard the door bust open, and nick and matt both ran up the stairs, to me and Chris.

“baby, my baby..” Nick’s eyebrows furrowed, as he rushed to my side. He pulled me into a hug, and looked at chris as he held me. “what happened, chris?” Nick asked, trying to raise his voice, knowing it would make things worse.

“I- i dont know! I heard a bang and crying- so, i ran up here and he was crying! he wouldnt tell me anything, besides he wanted you! i- i didnt know what to do so i called you!” Chris spoke worriedly.

I looked over at matt, his jaw clenched, as he fiddled with his own hands. his eyes glossy. Matt’s dealt with his own panic attacks, and seeing someone he cared about was probably hard for him.

“i- i-m sorry-“ i stuttered out to Matt, who had a worried expression plastered on his face. he didn’t say a word. I cant hurt matt, too.

“huh? baby, what are you sorry for?” nick asked me, pulling back slightly from the hug, to look me in the eyes.

“m-matt-“ i sobbed, and nicks head snapped towards matt, who’s chest was moving rapidly, his eyes wide.

“fuck, chris, get him out of here, please. go sit with him on the couch or something- calm him down. I got y/n,” nick gestured towards matt, and chris immediatly did as he was told.

“shh, baby. i’ve got you. You’re okay.” Nick whispered, pulling me into him. i focused on the heat radiating off of his body, his vanilla scent, and the way his soft hoodie felt on my skin. My sobs slightly subsided, and i could finally think straight again.

“My love.. i love you. so much. do you want to talk about it?” Nick offered, and placed a loving kiss on my forehead, as he brushed my hair out of my face.

“your f-fans.. they called me a girl..” i sniffled, and his gaze sofened, and he looked like he was about to cry.

“you are not a girl. you never have been, and never will be. you’re my boy.” Nick sighed, placing a soft kiss to my lips.

His boy.

I’m his boy.

I WASNT SURE IF THIS WAS A GOOD ENDING OR NOT BUT IDK I THOUGHT IT WAS CUTE.

writing the dms and comments BROKE me.

@bernardenjoyer @lovely-calypso

#sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #fanfic #christopher sturniolo #fluff #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #angst

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WINTERING 7. all i want for christmas

twelve days of christmas writing prompts by @abiiors wintering masterlist previous (6)

I must have slept, since I woke up, startled and tired. I stared blearily around my room, putting myself back into reality. Maybe he’s here, I wondered, and was drawn out of bed by the idea, sneaking around my house and hunting for him. But he had left, so I turned on the shower, and turned up the heating. I called my mum with wet hair, wishing her a Merry Christmas, apologizing profusely that I was still sick. I promised to take a few days off of work to make it up to her in the new year. I looked in the mirror, pale and red-nosed, and climbed back into bed.

“Merry Christmas,” I whispered to myself, taking two cold pills and trying to sleep. But I couldn’t, because it smelled like cigarette smoke in my room, and I was alone on Christmas, and I didn’t have the courage to call him and demand he come over. I sat up, looking through my phone for a while, and fell asleep with a video looping in my hand.

“Hey,” Matty whispered, a hand on my shoulder. I shrieked, my phone dead, falling to the floor.

“Oh, my God,” I gasped, grasping at my heart.

He laughed, picking up my phone, “Merry Christmas!”

“When did you get back?” I sighed, sitting up. My head spun, and my eyes felt puffy and heavy. He grinned at me, grabbing my wrists and tugging me out of bed. He pulled me to the living room, practically dragging me behind him, standing beside me when he stopped.

“What–” I stuttered, voice cracking. I put a hand to my lips, looking at him, then the hurriedly-decorated tree in the middle of the room.

“Do you like it?” He asked, scratching his neck. I looked away from him, feeling a tightness in my throat.

“What the fuck,” I laughed, covering my face.

“I can–” he gestured to the tree widely, “I can take it down.”

“What?” I shook my head quickly, looking at him, eyes wet, “I love it.”

“Christ,” he sighed, heavy, face relaxing, “You could be a bit more clear.”

“This is so sweet,” I whispered, and threw my arms around him, burying my head in his chest, holding him until his hands carefully settled on my back. If I let go, I would let go sobbing, so I held him hostage until my breathing evened. I pulled back, slapping his chest.

“What?” He frowned, laughing.

“Don’t do these nice things for me,” I scolded, and sat on my couch. He sat on the floor in front of the tree.

“Why not?” He blinked, clueless.

I looked at him, arms crossed as I sunk into the couch.

“Why not?” He repeated.

I thought it would be easy to say, but my voice dried in my throat.

“Because we’re friends?” He offered.

I smiled, pretending that word didn’t puncture my heart, “Yeah.”

“Sorry,” he shrugged, “I just was upset you didn’t have a tree yet.”

“Is it real?” I asked, squinting at the tree.

“Yeah!” He nodded, then showed me the scratches on his hands, “Put up a good fight up those stairs too.”

I giggled, “You have needles in your hair.”

“Oh, shit,” he said, shaking his head like a dog. A few pine needles scattered to the floor.

“Well, thank you,” I whispered, and he waved me off.

“I got you something,” he changed the subject, tossing me a gift from under the tree.

“Wrapped and everything,” I noted, and he laughed, sounding a bit proud of himself.

“Go on, then,” he encouraged, turning a pine needle between his fingers. I tore through the wrapping paper, only a piece of paper inside. I turned it over, frowning.

“Groceries?” I read, the only word he had scrawled on the paper.

“Yeah,” he sat back, supporting himself with his hands.

I shook my head, confused.

“Like, I’ll pay for your groceries.”

“Oh, Matty,” I scowled, “Absolutely not.”

“What’s the issue?” He laughed, “Let me pay for your groceries.”

“You didn’t even pay for the groceries when we were together!” I put the paper on his lap, “I’m not accepting that.”

“I just,” he folded the paper in half, “I just wanted to help you, a bit.”

“I can afford groceries,” I stated, which was a bit of a lie.

“I know,” he said, head tilted.

“Why didn’t you just get me a scarf, or something?” I laughed.

“Do you want that?” He asked, quite seriously.

“No!” I shouted, tossing a pillow at him.

“I’ll get you a scarf, darling,” he smiled, and I was crushed under the weight of that sweet word.

“Can we just watch a movie?” I asked, a bit weakly.

“Sure,” he said, “But I swear, if you put on The Polar Express–”

“I’m putting on The Polar Express.”

“Christ, save me.”

“It’s nice,” I insisted, finding the DVD in the back of my cabinet.

“Is that the same DVD?” He sighed, “That one was almost constantly skipping.”

“You can go home, you know.”

He pressed his lips together, and sat on the couch.

-> next (8)

#wintering #christmas75 #12 days of christmas #matty healy #the 1975 #the 1975 fanfic #matty healy fanfiction #matty the 1975 #matty x reader #matty healy x reader #64matty

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starrytowonder · 1 year

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Success Stories ʕ⁠´⁠•⁠ᴥ⁠•⁠`⁠ʔ

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My posts on success stories seem to do well anyways, so here's so more to help motivate you. :')

Revising that my dog didn't run away: this one is more of a tear jerker. So I have a little Pomeranian dog, and for the time being he was being kept outside because we were doing house remodeling that had wood dust and other chemicals in the air that would be bad for him- so I thought keeping him outside would be safe. My dad decided to let him out of his closed area, and for a while my dog was just having fun running around! I decided to take a nap and just relax for the day since I had to do some writing earlier lol. Anyways, after I woke up, it was already late and around 6-7 pm, my dad walks in and he goes "is the dog in here?" while bursting in my room, and I said "no." and he just kinda scrambled off. My gut feeling just KNEW something was up, and I felt like shit for a good few seconds. I decided to try revising in case of the worst case scenario happening - having some more context, our house is literally next to a busy open street, if our dog got loose the chances of him being run over were extremely high. So anyways, after I "revised" (i simply stated "i have nothing to worry about, my dog is safe and in his house that he has outside), I just persisted. Throughout the day my parents and sisters avoided talking about my "missing" dog because they knew if I heard that he was gone, id have a meltdown. However they are not good at whispering or keeping secrets, so whenever i overheard them talking I would just affirm and remained calm. At around 10pm, my sister comes in my room annoyed ASF and this was the interaction:

Sis: do you know what just happened?

Me: Huh?

Sis: Oh...sorry we didn't tell you, *recaps what I just said*.

Me: the dogs missing?!

Sis: no, my dad went to go check in the dogs house and he was in there! He was inside of a hole where there were light cables ...blah blah blah.

So in conclusion for this story: by persisting that my dog never escaped and was in his house the whole time, he was. Simple.

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Having desired fanfictions written: this is more of a funny one that I do but just noticed that I do it. Whenever I join a fandom and absolutely drool over a character, i always want specific fanfictions written for them that don't exist when I join the fandom. So I'm always like "damn it'd be nice to have a fanfiction that does x" and then usually a few hours later a fanfiction with EXACTLY what I wanted is posted. Granted - they sometimes aren't written that well but regardless...they exist 😏🤞

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Remember how I was struggling with feeling pretty? I started using Slade's Incarnated sub to help. For the first few nights I looped that bad boy on repeat all night, and yeah the results were great! My acne faded and I lost tummy fat, and overall I felt so much prettier. For extra context I had some meltdowns before this (three to be exact) where I looked at myself in the mirror and burst into tears because I felt ugly. Now, after reading Slade's description for the sub, I realized that one of the benefits was sorta listed like: this sub works by also you not needing to overused it- which made me stop using it completely for one night. That night that I stopped using it, I woke up with some of the clearest skin I've had in a while and also longer lashes blah blah blah... basically how Slade said the sub would work. It's been a few days where I've done this and I've noticed that the results from the sub seem to be multiplying very well, I've started to feel even better by the day about how I feel and I know what I wanna look like etc. etc. I also used to have an awful neck hump cus of my shitty posture, and now it's basically gone!! My back so smooth now and my posture is also getting better lol dw.

All in all, ive gotten prettier both internally and externally, and i am so happy about it!

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#manifest #manifestation #manifesting #affirmations #affirmyourreality #self concept #loa #affirm and persist #law of the universe #void state #sucess #success stories #success story #loa success

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matenrou-fan · 1 year

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Hello can you write about ichiro hitoya and samatoki hitting their s/o by accident

Ichiro, Hitoya and Samatoki hitting their GN!s/o by accident

Such a strange request yet here!! Hope you will enjoy it!

GNreader, comfort, just wholesome stuff;;

-Honestly the one way when he can raise his hand it's during some childish game, when you two just fool around and try to catch each other.

-Especially if it's tickle fighting, when your boyfriend is just too carried away in his wish to win and finally pins you to the bed with hands around your waist.

-So when you would try to resist, pushing him off and tickling his sides at the same time, Ichiro just wanted to respond with a grasp on your arm, but overdid it.

-"Here, finally catch you..!" - this sudden hit on your shoulder makes you gasp in confusion, and his smile fades away as fast as your own. - "A- S/o, a-are you okay?"

-Even if you sound so loud due to the unexpectedness of this action, not from pain, Ichiro would anyway feel so guilty as if he did it on purpose.

-So all games will immediately stop as he leans closer to check out the hitted place while repeating apologies, mixed with a bunch of questions about how you feel. If it's actually that bad he would bring some ice, absolutely ashamed of his behavior.

-"I'm so sorry, s/o.. How can I call myself a proper mature man if I can hurt my most precious person so easily..?" - Ichiro looks almost like an abandoned puppy in the rain. No, he's not trying to make you forgive him through such puppy eyes, it's just really the way your boyfriend shows his guilt towards you.

-Only after a few times as you said it's alright, he would feel more easily. Yet still, Ichiro would be really careful for a month or two, being pretty slow and gentle during another tickling game or some playful fight.

-Despite his pretty harsh behavior, there's no way he would exchange something more than a few angry words with you.

-And this old man doesn't really like all these bratty games, he has enough of such energy thanks to Kuko's attitude. So with him, it's actually just an accident, as sometimes in the morning he's still so sleepy..

-Went to bed late, woke up early.. There's no way he would understand more than half of your words before drinking at least one cup of coffee with his favorite snack - cigarettes.

-"Honey, can you check the newspaper-" - light pain that erupts in his left elbow and your sudden gasp makes Hitoya wake up better than any coffee that he was trying to make. - "Ah- Shit, s/o, are you alright?"

-If it was someone else, he would probably just scoff, scolding them for getting too close to him from behind. Yet with you he would be much softer, even when his head still hurts from lack of sleep and he can't think straight.

-Well, of course he would check if you were alright, worrying a little about just how bad he hit your spine with probably all his strength. But Hitoya didn't feel that much guilt. He didn't see it coming!

-So all apologize that you would have some sloppy kiss on your forehead and a few headpats as Hitoya mumbled about being more careful and everything.

-"Mm? What's with this gaze?" - he put away a newspaper and chuckled, noticing your feigned frown. - "Oh, I didn't apologize properly? Huh, maybe I should then kiss your poor hurted back? Get closer, dear.."

-Well, but despite such teasing, your lover would leave a mental note about watching his back before turning around. And probably give himself more sleep and rest, so he wouldn't be that sluggish.

-Ok but. No matter what you would do or say, there's no way he would show this aggressive side of himself to you, you're his dear lover, after all. If you ever get that deep inside his heart, then he immediately would place you in the most sensitive part of it.

-And Samatoki is really overprotective, so there's not that many accidents when you bump into each other or hit without purpose.

-But it doesn't matter that even your attentive boyfriend couldn't inadvertently do something. Especially after a long hard day.. He just came home and sat on the couch, and your arms around his shoulders as you stand behind him the only thing that can help him feel better.

-"Ah.. Babe, I missed you so much today.." - A long tired sigh escaped his lips as he tossed his head back to look up at you but instead hit your nose, not knowing that at the same time you leaned closer to kiss the back of his head.

-For a moment you both pulled back, groaning in pain, but of course Samatoki would turn to you first, feeling absolutely guilty. His own pain doesn't matter that much as yours, especially due to the fact he's the one who's done it.

-Doesn't matter if this hit was really strong or not, Samatoki would bring everything - ice, handkerchief, aid kit, even some cold water if you start crying. In one second he turned from just a boyfriend to an overprotective over worried mom, that's how it feels.

-"I'm so sorry, my dear.. Here, look at me.." - his hand slowly caresses your back as he softly smiles at you. - "Ah, don't worry. Your nose is as pretty as before, so don't cry, okay?"

-But despite such playful talk, he actually would apologize a few times this evening, being even more clingy and cuddly than usual. Your boyfriend just doesn't want you to think about that too much, kissing your poor face gently while promising to be more careful next time.

#hypmic x reader #hypmic imagines #hypmic #hypnosis mic #hypmic ichiro #ichiro yamada #hypnosis mic ichiro #ichiro x reader #ichiro yamada x reader #hypnosis mic hitoya #hypmic hitoya #hitoya x reader #hitoya amaguni #hitoya Amaguni x reader #samatoki aohitsugi x reader #hypmic samatoki #hypnosis mic samatoki #samatoki aohitsugi #samatoki x reader

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scarlettjohanssons-mistress · 1 year

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idk if your requests are open or not but if they are please write something for charlize theron. there is literally no fan fictions of her and it feels weird even just saying it. can you maybe write something smutty preferably but if it makes you uncomfortable anything else is fine :)

Lazy Day

Warnings: Established relationship, implied sexual content, domestic fluff

Word count: 0.7 k

Pairing: Charlize Theron x Fem!Reader

Prompt: A lazy day with Charlize

Requests: OPEN

[Main masterlist] [Actors and actresses masterlist]

The smell of coffee snapped me out of my sleep and I opened my eyes, realizing that the other side of my bed was empty. I patted the mattress with my hand only to notice that both the sheet and the pillow were cold, so I rubbed my eyes to scare away sleep, stretched the bones of my back and arms and got out of bed.

I walked to the bathroom, washed my face and teeth, relieved myself and left the small room again.

It was a winter day, so going down to the kitchen with only panties was not the best idea, so I stuck my head in the closet trying to find a warm garment to go down, but none convinced me; until I could see the large knitted sweater of various colors lying on the floor, on the cold side of the bed.

I quickly put on the sweater and went downstairs listening to a slight humming in the kitchen.

I could make out her, now, long blonde hair, a bit disheveled, which fell like a golden waterfall down her back covered in a blue sweatshirt; her long legs covered in sweatpants that accentuated her butt phenomenally; while her feet were covered by those sports shoes that I had given her last Christmas. She was preparing some small pancakes that she garnished with fresh fruit , while she waited for the toaster and the coffee maker.

On tiptoes and in silence I approached her hugging her back and trying to bury my face in the curve of her neck.

"Good morning." Even behind her back, I could feel Charlize's smile.

"You weren't in bed when I woke up" I made a small tantrum while rubbing my face a little more on her shoulder.

"Oh" her husky voice reached my ears, like a sweet and addictive purr "did my sweet baby wake up the wrong way?" I only managed to kiss her neck while nodding "do you think a good breakfast and a good cup of freshly ground coffee will help your morning bad mood?"

I felt again, now with a greater emotion. I separated from her quickly and walked to the small dining room, and I sat waiting patiently.

Minutes later, Charlize arrived with two plates full of food, two cups of coffee, and cutlery for both of them.

"Are you wearing MY sweater?"

Her eyes flicked to my chest covered with some doubt, when, it was, extremely obvious that I was wearing her clothes.

“I repeat. You weren't in bed when I woke up."

She just laughed as she shook her head and we both started eating.

"Do you have something to do today?" I asked as I relaxed with the warmth of my cup in my hands.

“Nope. I have all day for you, pretty girl.” She took my hand and kissed the back.

"You know what it means?"

“Oh honey, I thought we already talked about this…”

"We can play Mario Kart all day!"

"Although I remember, I forbade you to play that game" she said as she collected the dirty dishes from both of them and took them to the kitchen to wash.

"But baby…"

"No buts Y/N, you and I know how competitive you are when you play Mario Kart"

Trying to convince her otherwise, I walked up to her and stood in front of her.

"Charlie, I think you're exaggerating…"

“Have you already forgotten the time you bit my arm? ”

“Okay, in my defense I will say that, you were cheating and you deserved it …”

"Y/N! I've been in pain all week!"

"Yeah, okay, sorry. It won't happen again" I hugged her while she spread kisses on the top of my head "Can we play Mario Kart? Please?"

I tried to give her my best Shrek cat eyes I could give, trying to knock down the tough side she was trying to put on.

"Agh, you know I can't say no to you when you those eyes…"

"Yeih!, I choose the pink controller and Princess Peach…" I yelled as I walked her away until I returned to our room and began to organize the Nintendo we had at home.

"I'll let you know, Y/N, if you bite me, there will be no sex for a month."

Note:

I'm sorry that it took almost 5 months to be able to place this request, and to top it off, it's so short; But, in the future I will write more

I hope you enjoy it

I appreciate the reblogs, the likes and the comments

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#charlize theron #charlize theron x reader #lorraine broughton x reader #lorraine broughton #ravenna x reader #ravenna #elaine markinson #elaine markinson x reader #lady lesso #lady lesso x reader #clea strange #clea marvel

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1leeknower · 1 year

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"I hate the rain, but if the rain was love, i'd be standing in it ti'll i'm soaking wet"

⏤͟͟͞͞ Lee know x Male reader

angst!

part 2 here

Drabble cause i just cant bring myself to write a full oneshot! 😀 (i might end up doing a part two of this) Not proofread!

Two knocks on minho's door, "weird" He thought since he wasnt waiting for anybody; Once he opened the door, in the pouring rain stood a man, crying, soaked, with a pout on his lips, the first thing Lino did was pull the other guy inside, it was his "friend", Y/n.

Lino goes to get some towels for Y/n, while said man was left on the living room, waiting for the smaller male to come back.

The fact is, Y/n is very, very, very insecure, and is always seeking approval from others, which leads to him thinking he's not enough, making him drink more and more, It broke Minho's heart seeing him like this. Lino loved Y/n, but said boy just couldnt see it, too busy chasing people who just aren't worth a penny, much less all that admiration.

Today was one of those midnights where sadness would take over, leading Y/n to the closest bar, when he just couldn't take it anymore he would just drag his feet to Minho's place, crying himself to sleep, The next day he would leave by the morning, before minho woke up; It was a vicious cycle, repeating over and, over again.

It Hurt minho maybe just the same amount as It Hurt Y/n, whenever the L/n got drunk, he did things that he would regret later, one of those times he kissed minho, Y/n still didnt know that, lino knew that if Y/n found out things would get weird between them and since L/n would always talk about how he regrets everything once he's sober, lee know thought that Y/n would regret the kiss, Lino also felt guilty, because he got too carried away and kissed his friend back, even though he knew you weren't in your right state of mind, he spent many nights wide awake thinking about how stupid he had been.

Bangchan and Jisung already had told him that he shouldn't keep on taking care of you and being so mean to himself, he was trying his best, and in this moment he was the only one actually caring for you, but he just couldn't help it, he loved you so much to just leave you hanging like that, even if that shattered his heart into tiny little pieces.

Taking a deep breath, he took the towels and left to go back to the other male in the living room, Y/n was standing, holding into the hem of his shirt, eyes red and puffy, tears still dripping on his face, Lino handed L/n the towel, but just as he thought the taller male was reaching for the towel, Y/n pulled Lino by his wrists soon holding him into a tight hug:— Im sorry, I love you – Y/n said, muffled by Lee Know's covered shoulder, no response, Minho wanted to tell L/n everything, but he just didn't have the confidence, he felt pathetic.

—I don't wanna hurt you, I just don't know what to do, everything right now is just a mess and I don't know how to handle it, but you make everything seem perfect, like problems didn't even exist with you – Y/n's words stung, Hard to tell who was hurt the most; Lino couldn't bring himself to form a full sentence, all he did was give in into Y/n's touch, holding back the tears, the confessions, holding back the entire world he had going on his mind, he was hurt too, but no one could see it, he thought that it was because he just wouldn't let people get closer to him, but then he noticed it's in reality because people just don't care about anyone else; Once again Y/n spoke, even tho he wasn't getting replies, he felt comfortable enough to open up, even if Lino wasn't listening:— do you think im useless? – "do you think im mean?"

#mlm #fanfiction #male reader #lee know x male reader #skz x male reader #angst #lee know #lee minho x male reader #stray kids x male reader #top male reader

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0keny · 1 year

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Hi hello it's me again I have another cute scenario

Imagine gekko little buddies keep following the reader like for example gekko is telling them to do something and the moment they see the reader they start coming to them and want there attention

Lmao.

I just love your writing, so feel free to skip if you like :)

OMGGG BRO THATS SO SWEET, thank you!! it means so much to me 💚 Also hi again! Sorry if this took long.:"c

I love his little baby's they make me so happy 😭

♡♡LITTLE CREW♡♡

Gekko (Mateo) x GN!Reader

Cw: Nothing rlly! Just little babys being little babys!! Also the reader and gekko are just friends, feelings are kind of inplied! ♡

Song: On & On - Piri & Tommy

Enjoy!!

Your morning routine was always the same, but everything changed when Gekko came along, not because of him barging in your room at 9 to ask if you wanted to go out for breakfast some days of the week, not because of his beautiful smile making your entire day, surprisingly, it wasn't him.

It was the little gurgling sounds coming from underneath your bed at 6 am waking you up. You recognized these sounds now, but looking under your bed, you couldn't find anything aside from some dust and a singular sock you've been missing for a week.

You brushed it off as a dream you were having, deciding to get up and start your day.

Heading to the kitchen you could of swore you heard tiny footsteps behind you, looking around, again, you didn't find anything, thinking it was your own footsteps being too loud, you tried walking as slow as possible, not trying to wake anyone at the protocol. You shuddered thinking of the earful you would get from a certain elderly man.

You started cooking something simple, pancakes. You were in the middle of cracking an egg when suddenly, you feel something clashing with your heel, repeatedly.

You almost screamed at the sudden touch, but fortunately for you, you catch yourself on the act.

Putting the spatula on the counter, you turn around and look down to find a little yellow blob trying his best to hug your leg before he was rudely interrupted, looking at you with a sad expression, tears prickling his eyes.

"OH, oh my god, Wingman!" You exclaimed, picking the little guy up by his... waist? The anatomy of these babys was odd. "Are you the one that woke me up?" He shook his head up and down, clinging to your right hand for some support, like his owner, he wasn't a fan of heights. You relocated the little blob on top of the counter. "Did you want some company, budd? You could of just..." You trailed off, seeing Dizzy and Thrash hiding in the shadows. "Asked."

You went to pick them both up, bringing them to Wingman's side "Why are all of you here? where is Mosh?" They tried their best to communicate with you, but you really couldn't understand them at all, so instead of asking them to repeat themselves, you opted to make a deal with them.

"Okay, how about this" You grabbed the egg you were about to break and gave it to wingman. "You guys help me cook myself some breakfast..." Trash made a excited sound. "Quietly... AND I don't get kicked for disturbing the peace"

You quickly pet Dizzy and soon after, pick up the spatula. "Deal?" The little creatures cheered and agreed to help you.

For what feelt like a good chunk of time, the four of you kept trying your best to make this setup work, these little guys were good at fights, yes, but they weren't 5 stars chefs, either way, the pancakes where finally done, they were nothing near perfect, but yall had fun in the process.

You sat down with too many pancakes on your plate and a bunch of happy, cheering friends at your side, giving some to all of the members of the current squad for them to devour.

After that, you cleaned your plates, put the remaining pancakes on the fridge and went back to your room, with all the little creatures following close behind you.

"Damn" You layed on your bed with the little critters on your abdomen and chest. "You guys don't mind if i steal you a little longer, right?" To your surprise, no one protested. They just snuggled closer to you and you all went back to sleep.

Thank you for reading!! ♡♡♡ Also, i didn't include Mosh because it seems like he can't be outside without Mateo, or without being like, held by someone? AND YOU ARE NOT COOKING ONE HANDED, FIRE HAZARD!!!

#gekko #gekko x reader #gekko x you #valorant #gekkoandyou #gekko fic #valorant fic

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justice4billiam · 8 months

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Later

Sad Boy Steve Harrington

Word count: 682

AN: I woke up from a dead sleep just to write this little thang. I don’t know why but I had to. haha Sad girl feels (or in this case sad boy Harrington feels)

There were never “right now” moments in the Harrington household.

Steve was always living for... later, he supposed.

Always the "afters" and never the here, right now, In the present.

From the time he could remember, it was “not right now, Steven” and “maybe another time” and the worst one of all, “Later.”

That was another thing about the Harringtons.

Laters never came.

His earliest memories from his childhood were when he was just 3 years old.

“Why don’t you go play? Dinner should be done soon.” His nanny, Ellis, guided him off to his room while she wandered back into the kitchen.

He was in the middle of picking out his favorite book to look at when he heard his father's voice from his office. He didn’t even know they had come home.

Little Steve's eyes were the size of saucers as his head suddenly snapped up. He even remembers the slight jaw ache that resulted from how wide his smile had been.

He recalled how thrilled he was. How happy he was at that age when his parents finally arrived home.

He ran as fast as his tiny feet could go and practically barreled through the large double doors.

“Daddy?!” Little Steve exclaimed, hopping in place with excitement.

His father was standing over his desk; one hand was holding a phone close to his ear, and the other was tucked into the pocket of one of his incredibly expensive suits that he always wore.

Steve scampered up to him, latching himself around the older man's leg. “Daddy! I missed-” Before he could even finish that thought, he was forcefully yanked from his hold and shoved.

He had slammed into the cold, solid wood floors, his tiny body in shambles at his father's feet.

It felt like the air had been knocked out of his lungs as he looked up to meet the man's furious gaze. As he looked at Steve, his dad held his hand over the phone's microphone piece.

"Not right now, boy! How many times must I repeat myself? You are not welcome in here! Go look for your mother." He brushed him off coldly, turning his back on him.

How easily he did that.

Tossed him aside like it was nothing, like he was nothing.

He had sniffled as quietly as he could so as not to irritate his father more. “Sorry, daddy...” He whispered before standing from the floor and dejectedly walking out.

He was passing his parents' bedroom when he heard her. He was young but he knew what it sounded like when someone was crying.

That was another one of many firsts for him.

He poked his head in and found his mother on the floor, her head in her hands, resting against the side of the bed.

Even now, Steve still thinks about that first moment from time to time: how heavy it weighs on his heart; no boy likes to see his mom cry.

“Mommy?” His timid voice rang out as he braved his way into the room and reached out to touch her.

She looked up, watery eyes falling on him. “Oh, Steven! Leave Mommy alone.” She snapped at him, quickly smacking his hand away and wiping at the tears falling onto her cheeks.

He drew his hand to his chest, as if burned. That was what really did it. Big, fat tears started to fall from his eyes as he cradled his hand.

His mother looked at him, guilt written in her expression. “Oh, baby...” He remembered hearing her say as she pulled him into her embrace. His body held tightly to her lap as their tears flowed.

"I'm truly sorry, baby." After a while, she whispered.

She grabbed his face and turned him to face her. "I'm just so upset..." She begins but shaking her head before meeting his gaze again.

"Why don't you be a big boy and go downstairs for dinner, and I'll tuck you in and read to you later? How does that sound? " She asked him, a smile on her lips.

A smile that never reached her eyes.

Later.

Yeah, later never came.

#steve harrington #sad boy #all the feels #parents suck #steve harrington one shot #steve stranger things #steve harrington writing #steve harrington imagine

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thisgirlnamedblusy · 1 year

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Love letter

Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill x Fem Student! reader

Warnings: Fluff, unrequited love (you know is not unrequited at all), angst

Word count: 3,741

N/A: I love writing smut, and you love it too, but I want to do different kind of works too, so I'm not repeating myself. As always, English is not my first language, sorry about the mistakes.

“What are you doing, (Y/N)?” Enid, your roommate, asked.

“Nothing.” You answered.

It was a filthy lie. You were writing a letter, but not just any letter, but a love one. You knew it wasn't a good idea, but you were determined to do it. You weren't in love with a classmate of yours, nor with a guy from Jericho. The reality was that everything you felt was for the least indicated person. Marilyn Thornhill was your botany teacher. She was older than you, your teacher, an unattainable dream. You were always a coward when expressing your feelings, and this time it was necessary to hide them. Your feelings were too strong to continue doing nothing. You could spend a whole class daydreaming about what a romance between you two would be like, a forbidden and intense one. Every night you fought with the rational part of your head. It couldn't be. It could never be. Your whole life was changing because of those feelings. You didn't feel like going out with your friends, you weren't hungry or sleepy either.

You woke up that morning with a crazy idea. You would never be able to declare your love to her, you knew that would be your downfall. But maybe you could let her know about your feelings. You needed to tell her everything you thought, everything you felt. Maybe that way your heart would calm down and stop beating so fast when you entered the old conservatory.

When you finished writing the letter, you closed it and kept it out of the eyes of your gossipy friend. Now you would have to think where you would leave it. Getting it under her door was risky and unoriginal.

“I got it!” you yelled to yourself, causing Enid to look at you again.

“Seriously, (Y/N) what are you up to?” She asked.

The next day you all walked into class. You had the letter in your bag, and you were willing to leave it to her. You were very nervous, but when the redhead appeared you reaffirmed your decision. She was beautiful, she was kind, she was perfect for you, except for the small detail that she was your teacher.

You smiled at every word she said, every time she looked at you, you noticed how your cheeks blushed. It was already an unbearable feeling, and that you were the best in botany didn't help at all, since all the questions were directed at you, with all the looks of those eyes that you melted for.

“That's all, see you guys tomorrow,” Marilyn said, joining her hands.

The students left the place, but you did not move from your seat.

“(Y/N), Do you want something?” She asked you smiling.

You straightened up and tried to appear calmed.

“I was wondering if I could help you with something,” you said in an almost inaudible tone. You used to help her once, so it wouldn't be strange to her.

“You are such a kind girl, (Y/N), but today I have everything under control.”

You trembled at her compliment, but the fact that she didn't need your help posed a small problem in your strategy. You had to think fast. On her desk there was a small glass of water, probably for the plants. You weren't going to wait any longer to put your plan into action, so as you gathered up your things, you discreetly clenched your fist, causing the glass to explode.

“My God,” Marilyn said, surprised.

You waited for her back to be turned and with one fluid movement you took out the envelope and placed it almost in sight, stuck into the dirt of a pot.

“What happened?” You asked innocently, while Marilyn looked at the broken glass with a frown.

“The, the glass, the glass has exploded by itself,” She said without taking her eyes off it. “Don't come here, you can cut yourself,” she ordered when she saw that you were taking a step forward.

“Maybe it was a change in pressure,” you said, moving your ankle on the ground. You were embarrassed. You just hoped she didn't find the letter before you left.

“Anyway, I don't know why I'm surprised, this is Nevermore after all,” she told you, now yes, looking at you with that smile that drove you crazy.

“May I can help you?” You asked, although what you wanted was to run away from there. She shook her head.

“Don't worry, I'll take care of it, you should go with your companions. It's a great day to be locked up here,” she said happily.

You nodded without further ado, and walked out the door.

You were finally able to get some air. Your whole body was shaking. You had already done it. There would be no going back. She'll never know it was you, but at least she'll know there's someone at that academy who loved her, loved her deeply. You were going to leave, but thoughts manufactured by fear and nerves passed through your head. Would she find the letter? Would she like it? Would someone else find it first?

All those questions that invaded you made you stop dead and turn back to the conservatory.

Trying not to stand out too much among the students, you approached the building, trying to see the interior through the windows. Marilyn was picking up the mess you'd made. You would never get tired of looking at her, all her movements seemed worthy of an angel. Your feelings were treading lightly on the line between love and obsession.

When she finished cleaning, she walked over to her desk, sitting on it to look at some papers. You looked at the clock, you didn't have much time before your next class started, and you were starting to get impatient. You looked at the pot that contained the envelope through the windows and sighed. The redhead didn't look up.

You didn't like using your telekinetic powers for these things, you considered it cheating. But these were desperate times, so desperate measures were required. You looked to the sides in case there was someone who could see you and you extended your hand a little towards a tool that was on the same table, making it tremble. That didn't seem to get her attention. With a frustrated snort, you reached out again, this time knocking the tool to the ground.

Marilyn looked up from her papers and frowned, looking down at the table. You moved not to be discovered. The redhead stood up and cautiously headed there. For a moment you thought that maybe you were scaring her a little, making the glasses break by themselves and things move on their own.

The redhead bent down to pick up the little tongs, looking at them strangely. You were watching from a safe place. If she inadvertently left them in a place again, you wouldn't know what to do. With a puzzled look, she put the tool back on the table, looking up just to have the letter in her field of vision.

Your heart was beating faster, that's it. She had found it. Marilyn grabbed the letter and pulled it out of the dirt, eyeing the envelope curiously as she went back to her desk. She read the front, where you had put her name. You saw her blink in disbelief, and she leaned against the table, opening its envelope.

I can get tired of many things in this life. I get tired of the rain, of the cold... I get tired of the routine, of this harsh and cruel world, I get tired of watching time go by, which makes the most beautiful flowers of spring die when winter comes. But there's something I never get tired of, and it's seeing you every day. I’m never tired of your smiles, your voice, your words. I’m never tired of dreaming about you, with your eyes, with your hands... When I'm by your side, the rain turns into a rainbow that fills even the darkest sky with colors and I wish it was cold out there, so you could hug me. The routine becomes a wonderful adventure if you are in it, and the world seems different to me. When I see you I don't worry that winter destroys the most beautiful flowers, because you are the most beautiful of all, and not even the coldest winter could change it. I will never be able to do anything other than admire you, and shout to the sky how unfair life is for not having you, but I want you to know that seeing you is more than enough to make my life beautiful.

I love you, Marilyn.

When she looked up from the paper you knew she had finished reading. You couldn't see too much through the glass, but you thought you saw a small smile on her face while she looked around, surely trying to locate the author of that letter.

Your chest was moving very quickly and sweat was running down your forehead. But deep down you were excited. There was nothing to do there anymore, your work was done. You thought that doing so would give your mind a bit of relief, but unfortunately it was the opposite. Now you kept wondering if she would have liked it, if you had managed to stir something inside her, and, above all, if she could find out that it was you who wrote it.

The next day…

You couldn't sleep all night, thinking about her, of course, but also about what you had done. You thought you saw her smile, and that made you wonder if you should have said the letter was from you. It was a losing battle, but at least you did something.

“(Y/N), are you okay? You don’t look good,” Your partner said you while you went to the greenhouse.

“Yes, yes, I just had a bad night.” You lied.

You were even more nervous than the day before. You didn't see yourself capable of facing a class with her after you did that, but at the same time you were extremely curious to see if anything had changed in her.

“Shit, I forgot my phone, I'm going to look for it,” Enid said, turning around. You were alone.

You were both extremely punctual, there were still 5 minutes to go before the class started and of course there was no one there yet, except Principal Weems, who was at the door chatting with Marilyn. A deep instinct made you walk slower and deviate towards one of the sides of the building, trying to listen to the conversation.

“Do you have any idea who wrote that?” Larissa asked. She had something in her hand, your letter.

Your legs began to shake exaggeratedly. Why did she have it? Did she tell Weems because it was something that worried her? You thought you were about to faint.

“I have no idea” the redhead said.

“I wish someone would send these letters to me,” Larissa sighed and returned Marilyn the letter, smiling.

“I just hope it's not a prank,” Marilyn said, glancing at the paper again.

“No, it's not, damn it,” you whispered to yourself, watching from the corner.

“Please, Marilyn, you are a beautiful, smart and funny woman. Does it seem so strange that someone likes you?” Weems asked with an amused tone.

Hearing those compliments from Larissa, you felt a little pang of jealousy.

“Well, no. It's just that I'm not used to it,” Marilyn said timidly.

“Well, get used to it, because whoever it is seems to be crazy about you...” Larissa said, giving Marilyn a little nudge. “Anyway, if you know who it was, I want to be the first to know, okay?”

The redhead nodded, putting the letter in her pocket. You peeked out a bit to see that you didn't imagine anything, she was really smiling. Larissa turned and walked over to where you were. You didn't have time to run away.

“(Y/N), what are you doing here?” she asked.

You wanted to run, to disappear, but then you remembered that no one in the world would imagine that you could be the author of that letter, so you pretended to be normal.

“I was waiting for the time to come in,” you said, putting on the good girl face.

Larissa looked at her watch and sighed in amusement.

“Well, it's time. Go to class…” she told you before continuing walking. A line of students began to enter the greenhouse and you decided to be brave and not go and hide under a table.

You had a bad time in that class. You didn't dare look at her, even though you were in the front row. The few times you looked up, you could see that he was smiling more than usual and was in a very good mood. Your skin tingled at the thought that it could have been thanks to you.

“Good, and now before you go, you give me the works that I sent you last week,” she said when the class was about to end.

They all got up to do what she said. You preferred to wait, besides, you were in the front row. When there were barely two students left, you got up, your carefully crafted work in hand.

“(Y/N),” she said, taking the folder. She looked at it for a bit and smiled amused. She was really happy. “From what I see you don't get tired of getting the best grades in the class,” she commented to you, turning a few pages.

You smiled as you felt your cheeks return to their usual reddish color. At one point her expression changed, frowning. You stirred a bit and something in your head told you that you had to get out of there as fast as you could.

“I, I'm leaving now, Miss Thornhill,” You said taking your bag and trying to get out the door. A hand grabbed your wrist, stopping you.

“Wait a minute, don't go,” she told you with that strange expression. Your hands began to shake and the cold sweat ran down your spine again.

You nodded lowering your head and clenched your fists tightly. Marilyn looked at you and then reached for something in her pocket. All your fears came true when she took out the letter and opened it, placing it next to your work. It was obvious that she was comparing the handwriting.

You felt like the stupidest girl in the world. You had been thinking about what to put in that damn letter and you didn't even realize you wrote it by hand. It seemed like a perfect plan but you failed in the most obvious. You'd rather be beaten than stand there, watching your mask fall to the floor, along with your heart.

“(Y/N),” she told you seriously, showing you the letter. You couldn't stop shaking, your throat was burning and your eyes began to shine, blurring your vision. “It was you? This is your handwriting, have you written this?” She asked incredulously.

You didn't answer, your breathing began to accelerate dangerously, and as much as you wanted to lie, no sound was able to come out of your mouth. Telekinesis was a very bad partner. It was a treacherous ability, tied to your strongest emotions. It was the most embarrassing moment of your life, but you were suppressing all your emotions, so you made a glass bell on the desk start to vibrate. Marilyn looked at it and back at you.

“Oh my God, (Y/N), yesterday you broke the glass to distract me. I’m sure it was you,” she sighed, shaking her head. “But, why? What you say in the letter. Is it, is it true?” She asked, taking a step towards you.

You took another step back, looking at the ground. Tears began to run down your cheeks and you felt like you were short of breath. You didn't want to stay there another second, so you ran out without looking back.

You could feel the gazes of everyone in your path, but you didn't care, all you wanted was to get to your room and cry, cry a lot.

After classes…

“(Y/N), where have you been? I haven't seen you since we left the conservatory.” Enid entered your room. When she located you she was completely speechless.

You were lying on the bed, with blood injected eyes soaked in blood from crying so much, hugging your pillow.

“What's wrong?” She asked a little scared, approaching your bed.

“Nothing,” you said with a completely broken voice. “I'm such an idiot.”

“An idiot? What are you talking about?” asked your friend, sitting on the bed. Enid was your best friend, the only thing you hadn't told her was about your feelings for that woman, you didn't want to seem like a freak or something.

“Yesterday I wrote a love letter to someone…” You started, getting up. “I didn't mean for her to find out that it's mine, but she has.”

“Oh, oh, okay, tell me, please, who is she?” she asked. You knew that would be her reaction.

“You could be saying names all day, because you'd never guess,” you said.

“Try it,” she told you excitedly.

You were going to tell her not to insist when someone knocked the bedroom door. You suddenly straightened up. Surely Marilyn had talked to Larissa, and your parents would be aware of her daughter's teenage follies. You cleared your throat and wiped your eyes a bit, awaiting your final judgment.

“I'm coming.” The blonde said, getting up.

You looked at the floor, the palpitations returned again and you were afraid to break the window of the room.

“Ms. Thornhill.” You heard Enid.

Now you were afraid that any glass object in the school would break into a thousand pieces. Automatically, you looked for an escape route that didn't exist. This time you were trapped, you would have to face everything that had happened to you. You didn't know if you were even capable of speaking.

“Hi Sinclair, is (Y/N) here?” She asked like nothing had happened, with her usual warmth. It seemed that for a moment the werewolf considered her answer, but she finally nodded, opening the door all the way. The redhead passed into the room and immediately she fixed her eyes on you.

“Sinclair, I would like to speak with (Y/N) in private, would you mind…?” She said, looking at the blonde with a reassuring smile.

Enid showed some disappointment on her face, but she nodded.

“Sure,” she said before walking out the door.

The silence that remained in the room after your friend left weighed like a stone. You refused to look at the redhead, trying not to shake like a custard.

“(Y/N)…” She said, approaching you. “I think we need to talk, don't you think so?” She asked sitting next to you.

With the greatest possible effort you moved away from her, she had sat too close for your liking. You shook your head, looking just the other way.

“Look at me, please,” she told you softly, placing a hand on your shoulder.

You kept shaking your head, even though the feel of her hand on your body made you weak.

“I just want to talk about this, (Y/N),” she said taking out the letter.

Tears ran down your cheeks again. You were on the brink of collapse, but you decided to face the consequences of your actions, even if awkwardly.

“When are my parents coming?” You asked between sobs. You wanted to finish it as soon as possible, you had to be direct.

“What?” Marilyn asked, releasing her hand from your shoulder.

“I suppose you have already told Principal Weems, and she have called my parents,” You said with a sigh, still not being able to look that woman in the eyes.

“Why I would do that?” she asked, almost in a jaunty tone.

“Well…The letter…” you said the way your body allowed you. Marilyn chuckled slightly, making you feel a bit strange.

“(Y/N), I would never dream of telling anyone it was you,” she said, moving closer to you. “But I would like to know if everything it says is true.”

“I… I…” you stammered.

“Are you in love with me, (Y/N)?” She asked bluntly.

You sobbed harder as you nodded sheepishly. There was no place to run or hide anymore. Admitting it once and for all was your best option at that moment.

“Oh, honey. Please, don't cry,” she whispered to you, lifting your chin so you could finally look into her eyes.

“I, I'm sorry,” you said, letting her hand wipe away your tears. If you weren't in that state, it would probably be the best feeling of your life.

“What are you sorry about, sweetheart?” She asked you, so close to you that you couldn't stand it.

“I'm sorry about loving you, I know that you're my teacher and I'm just a stupid girl, I know that you're older than me... and that you never...”

You couldn't keep talking. Without you in any way knowing that would happen, Marilyn kissed you softly on the lips. It wasn't your typical passionate movie kiss, but it was a kiss from her, something you thought you'd never feel. You opened your eyes for a moment and immediately closed them, enjoying that soft kiss.

Marilyn broke away from you, caressing your cheek. You were on the verge of a heart attack, or worse.

“The letter is beautiful, no one had said something like that to me, ever,” she said, without moving too far from you.

“But, but,” you said quickly. You didn't understand anything that was happening. The redhead put a finger on your lips to shut you up.

“It's been a long time since I know you like me, (Y/N), I'm not blind. Every day you help me pick up the class, you keep an eye on me... Honestly I don't know how you get those grades in my subject, if you spend the entire classes looking at me,” she said amused. She knew it, of course she knew it. Were you really that obvious?

“I don't know what to say,” you said sighing, looking everywhere in case it was some kind of a sick joke.

“So I think you should kiss me again,” she said smiling.

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Shakespeare's 5th Birthday Story

I'm so sorry for the delay folks T.T my laptop broke and I lost everything, rip. But here it is, finally for all you enjoyers. This is from Will's POV

My absolute beliefs- that is, my reality, was that my experiences were the food that helped create a story.

And that the more tragic an experience is, the better the story.

The intensity of emotions produced by a tragedy allows me to write a one of a kind play.

And that's why I searched for tragic experiences, staining my hands with evil deeds.

(....If I can't write an interesting play, I'm worthless)

...Will, Will.

MC: "Will?"

I woke up to the familiar sight of my ceiling, and to MC looking at me with worried eyes.

(Ahh...What happened before was....a dream)

MC: "Sorry for waking you up, but I was worried about you."

Shakespeare: "No it's alright, did I disturb your sleep?"

(It's in extremely poor taste to dream of one's past self)

However, I had a clue as to why I had such a bad dream

And that was...

MC: "Will, there has to be something on your mind."

(She's pretty sharp)

Shakespeare: "What makes you think so?"

MC: "You've been crying out in your sleep a lot, and..."

Shakespeare: "And?"

MC: "And lately you haven't been very mean to me."

Shakespeare: "Oh, does that mean you can't help but want to be teased?"

At my words, her eyes opened wide, her cheeks brightly colored.

Shakespeare: "Did I hit the mark? I suppose it can't be helped."

Before she could reply, I leaned over and scooped her chin up.

MC: "Please don't try to change the subject! I was always worried about you...."

Through her trembling eyes, the feeling of my lover's worry was brimming over.

(...It wasn't my intention to cause such a look on her face)

MC waits patiently for me to confide in her, and tell her about my worries.

Shakespeare: "Actually....for my next performance, I've been entrusted with writing and directing a play at the Grand Theater."

Shakespeare: "The patron requested that I use "tragedy" as the theme."

MC: "Tragedy..."

"Yes" I quietly replied to MC, who had reacted at the word.

It was just like I had dreamed of, before I met her, desperately clinging to sadness in order to cover up my own weakness.

(Pursuing a tragedy, without worrying about hurting others)

Shakespeare: "Fufu, don't make such a worried expression."

Shakespeare: "I won't hurt others, nor will I lose myself to tragedy ever again."

(You're the one who taught me that no matter how much I cling to something, I can still create wonderful plays)

"Will..." With a sigh of relief, her lips curled up into a gentle arc.

Shakespeare: "I believe that I'll be fine. However..."

Shakespeare: "I just can't seem to avoid flickers of my past self."

Maybe it's because of the gentle morning air, and the warmth of MC next to me that caused me to spill out my true feelings.

(Confiding in her about these things would only trouble her)

Shakespeare: "Please forget about what happened now."

MC: "I heard that people don't really change who they are".

This time, on the contrary, she began to speak.

MC: "At the time I thought it was true."

MC: "But the person I am today exists because of who I was in the past."

(That's true. The sins of the past continue to repeat, just as my present self exists)

As she continues to speak, I felt a lead-like weight on my chest.

MC: "But...I fell in love with you, and I thought, people's nature doesn't change, however they can strive for changing for the better.

MC: "But it's okay Will, because you have a talent for working hard, more than anyone else."

MC's shining eyes brought back memories of that day when I first shared my feelings with her.

Flashback

MC: "Will, you might not think that you're talented, but you're the one who created the mask of "William Shakespeare."

MC: "It's undeniably your talent."

Shakespeare: "Where is it....what talent do you see in me, who hides and makes such disgraceful efforts?"

MC: "Working hard and not giving up is also a talent."

Illuminated by her words, the path I should take emerged like a spotlight.

(The talent to strive for change...Ahh...she really is...)

Shakespeare: "Work hard this, work hard that. When you talk about working hard, you make it sound like I have no natural talent."

MC: "! No, that's not what I mean!"

I let out a laugh, and embraced my beloved, who flusteredly denied it.

Then I placed my forehead against her's so that I would be reflected in her eyes.

Shakespeare: "Thank you so very much MC. Your words resounded well. And..."

Shakespeare: "If I were to fall into darkness again, you would desperately try to stop me, right?"

Shakespeare: "Even if I were to lose my way again after struggling to change, if you're here, I'm positive I won't make the same mistakes."

MC: "Yes!"

Her happy smile cleared up the anxiety in my heart, because I have MC, who believes in me.

Confining myself in my room, I faced the numerous manuscripts lined up on my desk.

(Now, shall I spin the best drama?)

The days of the past and the true love I learned when I met her...Let's put everything I have on this brush.

(I am William Shakespeare, born again to this world.)

After finishing writing the play and spending day after day rehearsing, time flies by until it was finally the day of the opening of the stage.

(...No matter how many times I experience this, the first day is always unsettling)

The crowded audience, the glittering spotlights, and the actors with a mixture of nervousness and anticipation on their faces.

I'm prepared, now it all depends on if my play will be able to move people's hearts. And so the curtain rises on the stage.

By the time the curtain call came, the audience was filled with roaring cheers.

And so the first day ended without incident, and the audience left with many exuberant compliments.

Eventually the troupe members followed suit, leaving for home to prepare for tomorrow.

After finishing my work as a director, and once I confirmed everyone left, I stepped off the stage into the stage wing.

MC: "Will!"

The sudden appearance of MC softened the quiet atmosphere of the stage eased the tension from my shoulders.

Shakespeare: "MC, were you waiting for me? Even though I told you that you could go home first."

That's what I said, but they smiled at me with sparkling eyes.

MC: "Actually, I have something to give you, so I waited."

MC: “Happy Birthday Will!"

With a big smile on her face, she brings out a large bouquet of multi-coloured flowers that was hidden behind her back.

Captivated by her smile, as beautiful as the flowers, I gradually grasped the situation.

Shakespeare: "My birthday?...I completely forgot."

MC: "Fufu, I thought so. But I thought it would be a chance to surprise you, so I kept quiet!"

MC: "How can Will, who is so careful about everything, forget his own birthday?"

MC: "As I thought, you're hopeless if I'm not by your side."

Seeing her with such a satisfied smile, I couldn't help but want to tease her.

(I usually tell you not to get carried away...)

The feeling of relief that the play was a success, and the joy that MC was celebrating like this.

It's slowly welling up inside me. So let's be honest, just for today.

Shakespeare: "Yes, you're right, I really can't live without you."

MC: "...!"

It was an unexpected reaction, she stared at me with wide eyes.

Shakespeare: "Oh my, you're upset that I admitted it even though you said it yourself? ....You're a restless person."

Having shared my sincere feelings with her, I reached out my hand and pulled close to kiss her neck.

Her body turns red and heats up as she reacts with a startle.

MC: "Will, what are you doing all of a sudden?"

Disregarding her protests, I disheveled her clothes and pressed my lips to her exposed skin again.

Shakespeare: "It's not all of a sudden. I haven't been able to take care of you lately, and I've been desperately deficient of you"

Shakespeare: "Besides, don't tell me that the bouquet was the only present."

MC: "Hah, mhmm."

With a grin I pulled up the hem of her skirt and caressed her thighs, causing her to react with a startle.

Enjoying her appearance, I put my face next to her ear, and whispered with a sigh.

"When I touch you for the first time in a long while, I wonder what kind of voice you'll make."

Her eyes turn away in embarrassment as I spread out my jacket and laid her body on top of it.

MC: "H-here?"

Shakespeare: "Don't worry. This place is already a stage just for the two of us."

Shakespeare: "There's no one here to disturb us...Therefore."

Shakespeare: "Please allow me to hear your voice unrestrained."

However instead she covered her mouth with her hand, turning away as I slip my fingers though the gap in her disheveled clothes.

(I guess you can call this resistance)

Shakespeare: "Fufu, that's also fun. In fact, it's rather arousing."

MC: "...Mmmm, ahh! Stop... Mmm."

Before long MC's bewitching voice leaks out, rising in pitch involuntary.

Shakespeare: "Haha, I'm more than happy to recieve this reward from you. Besides, allow me to give you my thanks as well."

MC: "What, that's just an excuse..."

As I try to calm by body while embracing her, I feel the heat I've been waiting for spreading throughout my body.

MC: "Ahh, nnnn, mmm, Will..."

When I gently parted back her hair with the joy of finally being able to be with her, her eyes met mine

(Ahhh... Why are you so adorable?)

My love welling up, I sought out MC and pressed my lips deeply against hers.

(Only MC can cause my heart to fill up like this). I'll lock you up in my heart like this so you can't ever leave me)

In the space dominated by silence, only two voices continue to echo. A love story wrapped in happiness, the exact opposite of the performance, was spun quietly offstage.

MC and I gaze at each other as we lie on the floor, the sweet afterglow of the moment surrounding my body. And then I gently stroked her soft, flowing hair.

(I just could laugh from happiness)

(But I know that life isn't always filled with happiness. There may be times in the future when you'll be struck with a sorrow that will make you want to cover your eyes)

(Things may happen that will cause you to lose faith in yourself. But each time, I think I'll make an effort to be better, again and again.)

MC: "What were you thinking just now? Somehow, you looked really tender."

(Really, it was a good idea for her to try to see through me. But it's no fun when I'm not in control. Besides, I don't want anyone to see my soft expression)

I sat up and reached for the bouquet of flowers, slowly undoing the ribbon. Then I covered MC's eyes with it.

MC: "Ah, wait Will!"

Looking down at her, I spoke softly.

Shakespeare: "Shh, be quiet. I'm only going to say this once, so please listen carefully."

I placed my hand in the palm of her defenseless hand, dropping a kiss that just barely touched her lips.

Shakespeare: "Being with you has changed me."

Shakespeare: "And from now on, I'll continue to change by your side. And somehow that makes me feel... incredibly happy."

As I look at the blindfolded MC, I'm sure my expression has softened.

Shakespeare: "MC. Thank you for meeting me, falling in love with me, and for staying next to me without changing."

Her eyes were wet with tears when I removed the ribbon.

Shakespeare: "Fufu, ahaha! Smiling, then crying, you really are a restless person to keep up with."

MC: "That's because..."

I wipe away MC's tears that are about to spill over with my lips.

(I definitely received your feelings)

And so I put my own love on her lips that were wet from her sentiment, and we started kissing each other over and over again...

This was definitely one of the harder ones to translate, I have no idea why I struggled especially with this one. On another note, I'm just fixed on the fact that they're relaxing??? On the floor??? Hard wood ow.

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