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Serenity

[Shadow of the Tomb Raider] Lara Croft x Female Reader

Word Count: 5.12k

Proofread: Yes

Content Warnings: Touch starved Lara (?), feelings of homesickness, fear of death, mentions of mourning, brief descriptions of wounds

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Angst Fluff Mix

One-Shot Preference Headcanon

[A/N]: Wanted to try a bit of a different format for the summary, hope it makes sense.

Enjoy!

Harsh winds whipped past the shape of the land, bending around every mountain and down every ravine and valley like ribbon. Shivering harshly and clutching onto her heavy coat, Lara sighed, planting herself in front of the campfire she had set up. As the flames crackled to life and began to grow, she scooted closer, holding her hands out towards the blazing heat in an attempt to warm them. She huffed out hot air into her cupped palms before rubbing them together and shifting to hold them out again.

She repeated this motion a few more times before wriggling her fingers around a bit. Once she was sure they were warmed up enough, she slipped her journal out from her traveler’s pack and took her pen out. She flipped over to the next blank page, beginning to jot things down with stiff hands. It started with her summarizing all that had happened during the current expedition up until that point, but quickly shifted to her feelings of homesickness. It wasn’t the manor or her private apartment she was missing, however. She was missing the woman waiting for her back home.

A small smile of content formed on her lips at the mere thought of her.

“God, [Y/N], I wish you were…”

She shook her head as a chill ran down her spine, as if she was being reminded of the brutal conditions she was in. With a small struggle, she scribbled out the ending of the sentence before starting a new one.

“No, I wish I was there with you. I didn’t realize how much I’d miss you. Especially how warm you are. It’s freezing out here, although I’m not sure what I was expecting. Even when we stayed by the hot springs for a bit, my hands were too frozen to do anything. Writing this right now is extremely difficult because we’re headed toward the peak of a mountain where the snow is really dense. The altitude levels are getting high, and it’s making some of the crew sick, so we had to set up camp in the meantime. Aside from Jonah, the crew here doesn’t really care for all of this. They’re either doing it for the media exposure or for the money. The majority of them have made it clear that they aren’t doing it for the sake of discovery. I do kind of wish you were here in all honesty. Jonah is interested in what we’re looking for, but it always takes some convincing with him. With you, you’re always on board immediately. And, according to the others, you share the same level of enthusiasm as me. I guess I never really noticed it.

“Which is honestly a bit of a surprise. I know I can get a bit…aggressive about these things, or obsessive. People tell me I start getting picky about things once I realize they don’t have the same interests and intentions as me. And Sam wonders why I don’t like hanging out with other people.”

She laughed softly to herself, skimming over her words before she continued writing.

“Except you, of course. I wish I could bring you along with me to these expeditions, but I’m just…worried Trinity is going to get to you somehow, and aside from Jonah, you’re the only one I have left. If they got ahold of you, I don’t know what I’d do with myself. I’ve lost too many people already. I can’t lose you too.”

A small pause. She wasn’t sure what to do with herself during these trips anymore. Before she had met [Y/N], she had gotten used to sleeping alone and spending the majority of her time alone. She could go on journeys without worrying about returning home to someone. She didn’t want to die, that wasn’t what she was thinking of. She just didn’t feel guilty about trips taking longer than she initially planned. Deep down, though, she knew [Y/N] understood. Each time she’d make it home to her girlfriend, she was always greeted with relief and excitement rather than annoyance and resentment.

During the nights where she was alone on the expeditions, she could eventually get herself to fall asleep for short periods of time, pretending she was back home in bed with her girlfriend, cuddled up together under the blankets and sleeping in.

Another thing she had to readjust to was doing things solo. The only thing she tended to do on her own at the manor anymore was paperwork. [Y/N] would do everything with her there: researching, reading, cleaning, taking trips to different cities, and so on and so forth. She had grown so accustomed to that to where she found herself itching to talk to someone or move around at the campsites when she used to just sit there and think to herself.

She genuinely enjoyed the idea of having someone to come home to every time, but it still caused guilt when anything went wrong. There was a near-constant worry that her job was straining the relationship, regardless of what [Y/N] told her.

She had never been in a relationship before, so she really had no idea what to expect. It was stressful trying to learn how to open up to someone, but once she realized she could fully trust [Y/N], she found it much easier to start talking about her past.

Another sigh slipped past her lips, her gaze dropping down to the page of her journal again.

“I can’t wait to get home to you again. And honestly, I never thought I’d be able to say that. With how often I’m traveling, I figured I wouldn’t find someone who was willing to put up with my constant researching and preparing. I suppose I could take you on easier trips where I know Trinity won’t be. I could teach you how to go rock climbing and the basics of how to survive out in the wilderness.”

A sense of fondness washed over her, remembering how Roth would take her backpacking and traveling to random places so she could learn all of his tricks.

“If Roth were still here, I bet I could’ve convinced him to let you come with us to one of our training expeditions. He loved teaching all about journeying. He probably would’ve talked your ear off the way he did with me.”

Once more, a soft laugh escaped her.

“I’d honestly give anything to hear him lecture me about trusting my instinct again. You would’ve loved him. He was a good man.”

She studied her entry, repeatedly skimming over Roth’s name scribbled out in her shaky handwriting.

“I wish you could’ve met him.”

She frowned at the memory of what happened in Yamatai, guilt beginning to bubble up to the surface again. She sighed, trying to shift her focus to something else.

“I can’t wait to get back home to you. I miss you. Hopefully I’ll be able to see you sooner rather than later. I already want to come back just so I can be with you again. I love you.”

Gently, she shut her journal and tucked it away again, dropping her pen in on top of it before zipping the bag shut. Once she placed the bag to her side, she shifted to turn back to the fire, which had grown to a decent size. Her unfocused gaze watched the flames in front of her dance wildly to the bitterly cold gusts of wind. Soon, as she waited for Jonah to call her over, her mind wandered off, her body shivering, aching, and craving to be in her warm, plush bed by [Y/N]’s side again.

The expedition finally came to an end. Unfortunately, it had taken an extra three days thanks to Trinity’s operation disrupting everything. Lara was returning home with another artifact, one which she planned to donate to a local museum instead of adding to her personal collection. She asked Jonah to drop the artifact off for her, her expression alone telling him all he needed to know. He agreed, knowing she just wanted to get home to [Y/N] again and rest. Once the plane landed and they disembarked with their luggage, Lara instantly found her car still parked in a private garage she had paid for ahead of time.

She hopped in instantly after tucking her small amount of luggage into the trunk, started the engine, and sped off toward her home. The majority of the drive there, she reflected on what had happened during the expedition. Although she had been in a warm environment for hours on the way back, she still felt chilled to the bone after swimming in glacial waters for hours on end. All she craved was to get home and warm all the way up so she could sleep comfortably, even though she knew the moment the numbness subsided, her joints would ache even more.

Once she finally arrived, she parked her car in her usual spot and headed inside, completely forgetting about the bags in the trunk. Her body felt like it would collapse any minute, so she was desperately trying to get inside and find [Y/N].

With a great deal of effort, straining the aching muscles in her arms and back, she shoved the main door open leading into the front parlor. Before any of the servants could lead her somewhere to get her injuries treated or get changed into warmer clothes, Lara made a beeline to the stairs leading up to the second floor of the main building. She wobbled down the hall to her bedroom door, weakly pushing it open with a small grunt of pain. She didn’t spot [Y/N] in the bedroom right away, so she checked the bathroom attached to it.

She wasn’t there either. Odd.

With a groan, she forced herself to trudge back out of the room and down the hall, planning to check the library next. And if she wasn’t there, she’d search the main study. Before she could make it to the doorway leading to the library, [Y/N] stepped out carrying a couple of books. When she spotted Lara, her face lit up, excitedly placing the books aside on a nearby console table and rushing over to the brunette. At the sight of [Y/N] heading her direction, a small surge of energy bolted through Lara’s senses. She beamed over at her and opened her arms, sighing in relief when the smaller woman leaned heavily into her embrace.

“Lara, you’re back! How was the trip? Find anything good?”

Lara grinned wider at her enthusiasm–a breath of fresh air to have someone show genuine interest in her own passion. “Yeah, we found an old artifact, but I told Jonah to just go donate it to the local museum. I don’t have much space left on the shelves in my study, and I don’t want to clutter our room with them.” [Y/N] chuckled at her words, a small nod as her response as they remained in their embrace a moment longer.

At length, much to Lara’s dismay, [Y/N] leaned back. One hand dropped down to gently take hold of the brunette’s, and the other lifted to cup her cheek. At the feeling of warmth against her face, Lara leaned into the touch, her eyes shutting as she sighed. “C’mon,” [Y/N] started softly with a warm smile, “let’s get you patched up and changed. Then you can get some sleep.” Before she could try to refute, Lara yawned and nodded, wearily following the smaller woman’s lead as she carefully tugged her toward the bedroom again.

Once in there, she sat Lara down on the bed, retrieved the First Aid kit from the medical cabinet in the bathroom, and joined her on the mattress, which the brunette seemed to immediately sink into. She pulled out a damp rag she had also grabbed and began to dab cautiously at the scratches and cuts littered across Lara’s skin. When she began to apply the antiseptic, she earned a few hisses of pain, though they quickly died down with each passing second. All the while, Lara’s eyelids were growing heavier. She did her best to bite back her yawns, though most of them still snuck through.

After cleaning all of the visible marks, [Y/N] stitched up what she needed to, and applied bandages to what was left. She quickly packed the kit back up and stored it in the bathroom once more. Then, she helped Lara head into the bathroom and get undressed, helping her step into the bath when the warm water filled up enough. Once the brunette was situated and comfortable, [Y/N] took her hair down for her and began to rinse and lather it with the shampoo she had set up beforehand. Once her hair was clean, she then washed Lara’s back, shoulders, and mostly everything but her stomach, legs, and mostly whatever was underneath the water, which she let the Croft do on her own.

By the time Lara was clean and wrapped up in a towel after stepping out of the tub, [Y/N] left and came back in carrying a pair of clothes that had just been pulled out from the dryer. She gave the brunette a bit of privacy to get dressed. Lara hummed contentedly at the warm, soft fabric brushing across her skin: a pair of black fleece pants with a slightly oversized gray t-shirt.

She stood after tugging her clothes on. After folding the towel back up enough to hang on the rack on the wall, she flipped the lightswitch off and left the bathroom, finding [Y/N] standing by the bed with a tray in her hands. Curiously, Lara walked over and sat down at the foot of the bed with an eyebrow raised. Before she could question what it was, [Y/N] moved to hand the tray to her, revealing her favorite dish warmed up and placed nicely on a plate.

At the sight of it, she blinked, and soon looked back up at her girlfriend, who had moved to her own side of the bed. “Go ahead and eat. I wanted you to have something in your stomach so it doesn’t growl and wake you up like last time.”

With a pleased grin, Lara nodded and shifted up to her spot in bed to prop herself up against the headboard. She was quick to pick up her fork and dig into the dish, clearly grateful to have something prepared for her instead of needing to fix something for herself the way she had done the past few days in the wilderness. It saved her a lot of time and energy, all of which she could spend on recovering from the trip. Within minutes, the plate was clean and her cup was empty. She moved to get up and bring it to the kitchen downstairs, but [Y/N] was quick to stop her and take it from her hands. “Hey, no, go ahead and stay here, alright? I really just want you to relax for a while.”

Even if Lara had planned on refusing the help, it would’ve been no use, as [Y/N] was already by the door by the time she finished speaking. She quickly slipped out of the room, leaving Lara there to wait. She hadn’t even had a chance to nod. She sighed, shuffling downward to bundle up underneath the thick blankets layering her mattress and tugging them partially over her head. The moment her head made contact with her pillow, she groaned in relief, the plush surface welcoming her and pulling her into a partial slumber already.

She fought to stay awake a little longer, however, wanting to be cuddled up against [Y/N] as she slept so she could hear her heartbeat. Ever since the two had started sharing the bed, that’s how Lara fell asleep. It’s why going on long expeditions was so difficult sometimes–she had no heartbeat to listen to, no breathing she could hear but her own, and no warmth to lean into when she got a chill or had a strange dream that kept her eyes pried open in alarmed confusion. Another yawn pushed past her lips, her eyes slowly fluttering shut. Just as she was close to being lulled into sleep, the bedroom door creaked open again. [Y/N] stepped inside and turned the lights off, then headed over to the windows and closed all the heavy curtains, leaving a very dull light in the room.

She then crawled into her side of the bed, though she was quickly met with Lara scooting over and pressing her head against her chest, planting her ear directly over the girl’s sternum to hear the steady thumping of her heartbeat resting safely behind her ribs. A sigh of relief made its way from Lara. She wriggled over a bit, nuzzled her face further into the blankets, and finally settled for a position. With a small smile, [Y/N] rolled over just enough to wrap both of her arms around the brunette’s torso. She pulled her closer as softly as she could.

“Did you wanna talk about the trip?” She whispered softly. A bit of a delay, but Lara answered with a small shake of her head. “No,” she murmured almost inaudibly. “Maybe tomorrow.” [Y/N] nodded in response. She slid one of her arms over a bit, earning a groan of disapproval, though it was quickly replaced by an even fainter groan of pleasure once her fingernails began to gently rake through Lara’s brunette locks. [Y/N] repeated this motion for a while before changing to let her nails scratch soothingly at the sore muscles of the taller woman’s back. “Mmm, what about you?” Lara finally managed to slur out after a few minutes.

[Y/N] hummed, confused. “What about me?” She questioned quietly. Again, there was a pause before she got a response. “What about your day? Tell me…about your day.”

“Oh. Well, it wasn’t very eventful, to be honest. I just helped some of the maids and then read a few books. That’s why I was leaving the library when you made it in.”

“Mmh.”

Lara groaned and shuffled even closer. “I missed you so much,” she whispered. [Y/N] beamed down at her, pure adoration in her eyes. “I missed you too.” She pressed a kiss to the brunette’s forehead, to which Lara responded by scrunching up her nose and leaning her head forward, wordlessly asking for another one. The smaller woman complied after letting a gentle giggle slip in between breaths and pressed a longer kiss to Lara’s head, earning a small huff of satisfaction.

For a while longer, [Y/N] continued to talk about whatever came to mind. Lara wasn’t entirely listening, she just wanted to hear her voice, but [Y/N] already knew that. She didn’t mind. She could talk about seeing a bird on the window sill, and Lara would still find it calming solely because she could hear her speaking. She could hear the low rumbling and vibrations in her chest with every word spoken, and on top of the sound of her heartbeat, it was like the ultimate white noise for Lara.

She wasn’t entirely sure why it brought her so much comfort, but she certainly wasn’t complaining. It helped her fall asleep and stay asleep, which is something she struggled with for the longest time. Being able to get a proper night’s rest felt so refreshing.

Especially after having to be on high alert and sleep lightly for weeks on end during most of her journeys.

After a while, [Y/N] ran out of things to talk about. However, knowing that hearing her make noise was what helped Lara fall asleep, she opted to sing softly instead. An hour or so must’ve passed before Lara’s breathing deepened and slowed, evening out as her body signaled she was fully asleep. After finishing the song she had been practically humming at that point, [Y/N] stopped singing. When she fell silent, her own eyes beginning to droop from fatigue, Lara tugged her closer, unconsciously trying to find the source of the noise again. She settled after a moment when her hearing focused in on her heartbeat once more.

She mumbled something under her breath, though the blankets muffled most of it. The other half of the incoherent speech was caused by her lack of conscience. [Y/N] didn’t mind it though. Finally being able to hold Lara safely in her arms again after two and a half weeks was all she had been wanting. She glanced down at her, smiling tiredly and pressing a gentle kiss to her head again before yawning and closing her eyes.

Soon enough, she fell into a deep slumber as well.

The following morning, the sun crept in through the blinds, alerting everyone of its wake. Bright golden beams trailed their way into the bedroom, sneaking up the covers and making Lara suddenly aware of her surroundings again. She grumbled, calloused fingertips grasping at the hem of the comforter that had slipped from over her head and tugging upward, desperately trying to block out the warmth that stirred her awake. It had been years–until she met [Y/N], anyway–since she had been able to sleep in peacefully without the overwhelming worry of needing to constantly accomplish something. She wanted to stay asleep at least long enough to finish her dream.

For a moment, she smirked to herself, noticing just how soft she had gotten once her relationship had been established with the other woman. Had they never met, nor had they gotten as close as they did, she’d likely still be awake at this hour, buried away in her personal study with stacks of books and loose files strewn about.

With a sense of bitter hesitation, one in which she debated falling back into the dream she had been having just a moment prior–which thankfully wasn’t another nightmare keeping her awake–she let her weary eyes flutter open. A small shove downward let the covers fall free from over her head again, begrudgingly allowing the sunlight to caress her features in a more willing manner. A sigh of relief slipped past her lips once she was able to let her eyes adjust to the blazing beams of light dancing around with each small movement.

After a moment of gaining her bearings, she yawned, drowsily rubbing the exhaustion from her eyes as she shifted over to find [Y/N] still resting at her side. The corners of her lips perked up into a small smile of contentment at the sight. She hummed, shuffled up to let her head rest even in front of [Y/N]’s, and gazed over at her.

The light that had disturbed Lara of her rest now brought her a sense of peace. The warm glow of the amber streaks lighting up the room seemed to embrace every little mark across [Y/N]’s skin, highlighting each scar and stray freckle. Never before had she seemed so at ease in her slumber–or maybe Lara had been too focused on holding her close to have noticed. She noticed it now, though.

And she intended to savor every minute of it.

Moments passed, and her hands were itching to feel the softness of the woman’s skin. With a slight ounce of uncertainty, worried she might stir her awake, she finally lifted her hand from the spot on the mattress next to her and drove it up to let the backs of her fingers graze over [Y/N]’s cheek, huffing out a small sigh at the warmth as though she hadn’t been pressed tightly against her mere moments before.

Her fingers trailed up to tuck a few loose strands of hair behind the sleeping woman’s ear, slowly and silently shuffling forward to press a featherlike kiss to her forehead. At the feeling of soft lips and touches against her skin, [Y/N] began to wake, her brows furrowing together momentarily in thought, as if she were stuck between her dreams and lucidity. Her features softened just as quickly as they tightened, followed by her eyes flitting open and instantaneously focusing on the smitten gaze in front of her. She hummed, grinning and letting her hand slide up to gently take hold of Lara’s. With a small squeeze to her lax hand, [Y/N] turned her head to press an equally soft kiss to her palm.

“Morning,” she murmured against her skin, letting her focus flicker back toward the deep brown eyes now somehow filled with even more love than before.

“Morning,” came her faint reply.

“Are you feeling better now that you’ve slept?” Lara grinned, nodding almost unnoticeably. She carefully slipped her hand from [Y/N]’s, then letting it trail down to the smaller woman’s hip. Once moving a bit closer, as well as shuffling back down further into the comforter, she wrapped both arms around [Y/N]’s waist, tugging her closer and letting her head fall against her chest. Once [Y/N]’s chin moved to rest atop the brunette’s head, Lara sighed, her eyes fluttering shut once more. “Yes, but if I’m being completely honest, my entire body is aching right now. So much happened before I got back.”

She chuckled, wincing to herself at the sudden jolt of pain that erupted from the nerves in the skin taut against her stomach. “I don’t know if I can physically get up yet. Or if I'll be able to at all today.”

A playful snicker sounded above her, prompting her to lift her head and look up at [Y/N]. “Are you sure that’s why? Or do you just want to stay in bed and cuddle like this for the day?” Lara rolled her eyes with a smirk of her own. “I’m telling you: every single muscle in my body is painfully sore. I could get up if I absolutely needed to, but I don’t, so I’d really just prefer to stay here.”

With a moment in between the playful banter, Lara dropped her head back against [Y/N]’s chest. She waited, pondering what she wanted to say as her nails gently scratched at the soft fabric of the shirt she leaned against, sighing silently at the feeling of the motion being reciprocated in a far more soothing way. As she focused on [Y/N] tracing random shapes and words against her scarred skin, subconsciously wondering if she could make out anything specific if she focused, she closed her eyes.

“But even if I somehow wasn’t sore like I am now, I’d absolutely want to stay like this for the day. I missed you,” although her voice had already started off gentle, her tone only seemed to drift further into silence. Whether it stemmed from sheepishness or fatigue, [Y/N] didn’t know. She didn’t mind it, however, and instead pulled her closer. “I missed you too. So very much.”

She paused, one of her hands stroking the brunette strands sprawled out on the mattress behind Lara as her brow creased in thought. “I do worry about you though,” she admitted after what felt like hours, not sure if Lara was still even awake at the moment or if she had heard her. She had, however, and was quick to gaze back up at her, partially hidden way beneath the comforter. Her eyes, which had just been staring at her with a mix of blissful fatigue and love, were now a concoction of bleary concern and confusion. “Why?”

“Because sometimes I worry that something is going to happen to you while you’re away, and I’m never going to know. I mean, I know you won’t go down without a fight, but I’m still terrified that there will be a day where I see you alive for the last time. That thought alone plagues my mind every single time you leave, and it just…scares me?” She scoffed. “No, it’s so much more than just feeling scared. I’m terrified beyond belief that a thought like that could somehow become a reality.”

She hadn’t realized she had begun rambling until Lara shifted up to be eye-level with her again, a far more serious expression taking over. With her features creased with concern, Lara cupped [Y/N]’s face, the pads of her thumbs stroking away the tears that she hadn’t even realized had fallen. When had she started crying?

“I promise you I’m never going to let that happen, alright? There’ve been so many times I shouldn’t have been able to survive, but I did. Like you said: I won’t go down without a fight. And now that I have you here, I have all the more reason to fight to stay alive. I couldn’t bear the thought of never coming home to you. Just…don’t ever worry about me not coming home, okay? One way or another, I’ll find a way to get back to you.”

Her tone softened with every passing word, her heart and mind filling with relief upon seeing a gentle smile grace [Y/N]’s lips. She returned her grin and leaned forward to rest their foreheads together. “Even if it means I have to admit to Jonah that I’m wrong,” she added with a fake annoyance and a small roll of her eyes. [Y/N] couldn’t help but chuckle at her words, allowing Lara to finally let out a small sigh of solace.

“I wouldn’t trade my time with you for anything,” she reassured, trading roles and pulling [Y/N] into her chest instead. “Not for an artifact, not for a trip to some uncharted land, not for my studies, not for anything. I know I may not be the best at showing it, but I truly love you, [Y/N]. I promise you that I’ll always find my way back to you.”

At her reassurance, [Y/N] nuzzled closer to focus in on her heartbeat, unable to bite back the wide smile that stretched across her lips. “I love you too,” she whispered.

Her words were true, she just wished she could find a way to prove it to her every day. Regardless of how invested she could get in her studies or research for her next expedition somewhere far away, she wouldn’t trade these moments of serenity for the world. She treasured them far more than any artifact she had discovered, and would do anything to ensure more of those memories could be made. Not even the strongest forces out there would stop her from returning to the one person she could call home, and she vowed, one way or another, to make sure it stayed that way for good.

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pixievi · 11 months

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begging for some character thoughts/hc's that I can expand upon in a lil post 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 they can be nsfw and/sfw!!

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conclush · 2 years

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Did she ever loved me?

pairing . ִ ་ ˖ ʿ ִֶָ ׄ Angelina Jolie x Fem!Reader

summary . ִ ་ ˖ ʿ ִֶָ ׄ you couldn't take it anymore that angelina kept you secret from her family after her divorce that's why you had finally made a decision for the both of you.

warnings . ִ ་ ˖ ʿ ִֶָ ׄ angst, mention of harassment

an: I know I said I'll be taking a break but I still can't stop myself from writing but I'm currently feeling better.

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„ seriously angelina you're always not showing up to our dates!” you yelled sternly at the tall woman infront of you and she furrowed her brows.

„ you know my job and my kids are important to me y/n so yes I have to not be there!” she scoff at you so you did the same thing as her but with pure anger.

You've both been always fight like this after angelina's divorce with brad when you both had started dating angelina told you to keep you're relationship for the sake of her and her kids you first understoodly her it must've have been hard for the kids to be apart with their father so you agreed on it.

Months went by until things changed whenever you both had a pleasure in her house she would immediately told you to leave because her kids might see you but you told her that she should told you about her kids she would make a short sorry and some excuse that you almost hated about her.

You can't keep this anymore you thought if she ever love me then why do we have to secret ourselves? Does she even love me?

„ Angie I understand that you but when will you tell them though? I mean we've been dating for 5 months then you would just either call me to come over to your house to have sex or you would pull me away or you just got drunk and take me with you where you would just fuck me there and there and after that you would just throw me out. We don't even go into dates anymore because again you wouldn't want people knowing about us.....I feel just like a fuck toy angie!....a booty call for you.” you finally confessed to her and you let out a tear fall down you're cheeks as she stare at you blankly you thought there was never love in her eyes.

Angelina sigh at herself the putting her hands to her hair before looking at you while you crossed your arms.

„ look babe I know but I'll tell them soon ok?, I promise.” you shook your head disagreed at her promising.

Now you carefully stare at her calmly before letting out a breath.

„ no angie don't make a promise to me anymore.” she thought for a moment before giving you a nod she walk into you as you tried to avoid her eyes because if you did you would broke.

„ I'll be back if these finally calmed.” she kissed your forehead before leaving you onto your bed.

You finally let out a cry this is so hard that you couldn't take it anymore you didn't even know if you both are dating or just friends with benefits it's like a game that never ends she would tell you that she was going to tell the others soon but it will never happen because you couldn't even feel it.

As you finally have relax yourself from the breaking heart of yours you made your way to your bed you could feel your own eyes being red and puffy as you sat down to the other side of your bed you're eyes began to blurry again you gave the air a shaky sigh and brushing your own tears with your hands.

Before you could lied down your phone ring meaning someone had texted you but you just stare at you phone for awhile you were thinking if it was angelina you let out a shaky breath before picking up your phone from the nightstand.

You saw it was a very close friend of yours before you could reply to his text you immediately got a little bit of a shock.

Brian✨

Hey y/n/n how are you?

You know I just got invited to a party and I was hoping if you would like to get drinks🥂?

You

I don't bry I don't think I'm feeling good today.

Brian✨

Why are you hurt? Are you sick? Do you want me to come over to your house?

You smile at his worries for you but you thought that you might indeed need a drink.

You

No I'm alright ty for the worries tho but you know I should come over to.

Brian✨

Oh ok then I'll pick you up then so expect some handsome guy over at your doorstep😉.

You

Ok old man, will do!

After your texting with Brian you finally close your phone feeling a little bit better you made your way to your closet and choose a casual dress.

You and Brian had met in highschool he was smart and you were athletic one he was the class president of your classroom and at that time you would play volleyball with your teammates what you didn't know that Brian has been eyes for you for many years.

You both would always talk at some point you were the first one who talk to him you both had a lot of common things but when you had turn into college he told you that his parents wants him to study him abroad to be honest you were upset that your friend needs to go but you told him it was fine and that you should see each other in the future he totally agreed on you.

Many years went by after you finally graduated you start to work your butt for long hours your dream was to be a lawyer to right the law at some point when you met one of your new workers back then you were shock to see who it was, It was Brian. Alot of things changed about him his taller now and not wearing a glasses anymore which made him more handsome.

After you had finally encountered him again you both stay connect to each other he was the first one to ask your number you friendly gave him to it his attitude change also too.

Now you're here sitting alone waiting for Brian to come up with a drinks in his hands let's say that you had drank alot of alcohol that had maybe made you a little bit tipsy.

You let out a hiccup as you look around you this is what you need for now no Angelina jolie, no arguments just this, drink.

As you continued to hiccup you felt a rough hand through your waist you slowly turn to who it was, some weirdo old drunk man trying again to flirt on you but you immediately took his hand off from you're waist and before you could stand up he holds your wrist roughly that could leave a bruise.

„ hey pretty why don't we and you're perfect body of yours enjoy? Wouldn't you like that?” you tried to push him away but his hand was stopping you from doing it.

You might have drank a lot but that could never make you drunk enough.

„ fuck off you old shit and get the fucking hell off me!” you hissed at the pain his giving you before you could let go you felt a hard smack across your cheeks that made you fell from the couch.

„ you need to learn some respect beautiful you don't want me to fucking hurt you!” your hand made their way to your cheek that has been slap.

He was about to hit you again but soonly got punch across the face from someone the man stumble and fell from the ground and a mess in the table which you didn't even care at this point but you were thankfull to whoever it was.

You slowly look up to see Brian with pure anger on his eyes his wrist began to became red at the same time he gave the old man a stern look as he was about to get up the securities were here.

All you could hear is the old man yelling to the both of you brian cupped you're cheeks making you to look at him and that's when you saw some sparkling in his eyes.

He gave you his handkerchief and you excuse yourself at the restroom he even ask he he should go with you you just refuse him and immediately running off to the restroom.

You lock the door and you turn to water you put the both of your hands in the sides of the sink you look at yourself in the mirror with shame, disgust and regret.

You heard your name being called outside it was Brian checking for you if you were ok as you got out from the room and nodding at him you were still holding his handkerchief tightly he took your hands to him and rub it gently.

„ hey don't worry everything is going to be ok alright good thing is that the securities believe me that that man had tried to harass you they immediately threw him out, I'm so sorry if I wasn't there early I could have protect you.” he calmly said you stare at him before giving him a sad smile.

„ it's fine really I guess today is just really bad day for me.” you both finally sat down at the couch but not the same place where the mess happened.

You look down at you're fingers fidgeting it as Brian was about to take a drink but soon stop himself he could see you, he was hurt that these happened because of him all he wanted for the both of you is to enjoy and finally tell you something very important.

„ Did you broke up?” he slowly said as you put your head on his shoulder and shaking your head.

„ I don't know bry, it's been hard for me it really has for the both of us... I don't even know if she ever loved me..I don't know if I should break up with her it's just been hard for the both of us.” you look at nothing while Brian look at you worriedly.

He already had known that you and angelina had been dating for months but he promised that we would never ever told anyone about your relationship it was still a good thing because even how bad your relationship is Brian kept his promise, and you were glad he did.

„ look y/n/n, love is never kind; love is confusion and pain and abandonment. It's every single nightmare your mind has been plagued by. And yes, it can unmake you in ways you never thought were possible, but love— it will remind you what it's like to be a human.” he gently rubs your scalp as you tried to observe his words.

Until it hit you, you finally had a choice that should have been chosen for the past months.

Brian took you to your home he ask is you ever wanted for him to stay so he could take care of you but you just happily refused him and after you said your goodbyes you didn't expect for you to find out that angelina is sitting on your couch with jealousy and some...shame in her eyes?

She slowly look up to who it was, you were finally home she waited for you for many hours she even thought that you had left the house and currently staying at a friend's house.

„ you're finally home I've been waiting for you.....so who was it that dropped you off?” you avoid her eyes onto but you could feel her eyes are burning through your back you could feel it.

„ just a close friend of mine nothing more.” she hummed in response she know you had gotten into a party but she at least you were out with your friends that she know but that guy who just dropped you off she has never seen him in her entire life.

Angelina tried to stopped herself from asking more knowing that it could lead to a huge argument again.

Now you turn your head towards and meeting her beautiful eyes you could finally look at her with a blankly expression.

When she felt that this tension is familiar she couldn't help but stare at you nervously.

„ you're breaking up with me aren't you?” you smile at her bitterly and nodding at her direction.

„ I guess this is it. I'm really so so sorry y/n for how I treated you— you definitely deserve so much better and I'm so sorry that I didn't gave you that a partner should does... I'm sorry that I made you think that you're just a booty call. But I just want for us to remain friends.”

„ Angelina I've always known that you're kids and you're career is important for you but I glad that we both learned our lesson and I don't think there's anything I need to forgive you for Angie, I understand that you're still going through impossible with your divorce so I respect your decision and I'd still love to still be a friend of yours.”

Finally the big boat from your chest has finally sink you don't feel anymore unless some ease and peace.

You both gave each other a sad smile and Angelina pulled you onto her arms and you both hug each other before saying you're final goodbyes.

Years went by and it's been 3 years later when Angelina is currently sitting in the church watching you from the distance finally getting married to Brian finally who made you realized what truly love is and that made her realized of how much of a mistake by letting you go.

But inside of her was happy for you but in her heart she would have a special place for you.

an: thena hc is currently on a process!

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judgementdaysunshine · 8 months

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From strangers to lovers

Pairing: Lara Croft x Fem reader

Description: You meet Lara while stranded on Yamatai and after meeting again the two of you become more to each other

Tears of pain, fear, and agony flow down your face as you shiver next to the fire you built somehow managing to shield it from the strong wind and snow. A voice breaks through the wind when you hear a yell seeing a woman around your age shooting a man who was fixing to attack her, you look around not seeing anyone until you lock eyes with the woman noticing the strong and determined but also emotionally pained and agonized look in her honey glazed eyes before you slowly walk to her and bring her to the warmth of the fire being quiet for a long while until you began talking to each other of what you have each been through surprised learning you were both stranded similarly on the island before learning of her name listening to her English accent that was soft as silk whenever she spoke softly. The two of you stick together and help each other, you stare at the sky on the boat hearing lara's friends laughing and drinking while lara stood a few feet away by your side keeping in touch by phone for the first while until you started getting yourself back to living after going through many days and nights of breakdowns, insomnia, nightmares, and endless fear staying in your home, you were hesitant to join your friends on a trip to England when you had still been slowly recovering seeing a psychiatrist for the past month but you joined them being on neverending alert of everything and everyone while walking with your friends around the town you were staying in until you locked on the familiar honey brown eyes that were still determined and strong but filled with more peace, calm, and life than you saw the first time instantly meeting her in a tight hug with a stunned smile. The two of you met up throughout your stay and she flew down to your home and as more time went on of meeting up with each other and going on trips together, the bond between the two of you grew from a sudden kinship of survival, to a growing friendship, and now in this intimate moment after suddenly kissing each other to a blossoming and unexpected romance as the feelings that have grown between the two of you within the past five months of reuniting and slowly forming a truly life changing relationship with each other, you smile feeling lara's arms wrapped around you as you slowly fall asleep from the events earlier after the surprising kiss that led to whispered confessions, passionate kisses, and mixed moans for the next few hours until the two of you laid next to each other feeling sleep begin to take it's hold on the two of you, lara smiles as she kisses your shoulder and gently rubs your hip with her hand before she falls asleep a minute later.

#lara croft #tomb raider x reader #tomb raider #lara croft x reader

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leonkennedygvrl · 4 months

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hi! i’m lara, i’m quite new to tumblr but i’m not new to writing! here are some things you should know.

- i’m nineteen-years old. my main fandoms are resident evil and tomb raider. i do take requests. i’m willing to write smut, angst and fluff. for smut i’m comfortable with writing (non-con(these are all works of fiction, consent is very important in real life) anal, incest, dd/lg(all characters are above 18+) stepcest, and certain fetishes such as - piss, somnophilia, voyeurism and sadism/machoism.)

- here are some things i’m uncomfortable with writing so please respect my boundaries. (race play, age, beast, scat, vomit, vore and gore(gore is ok to an extent)

- i’m a female, so writing male pov is rather hard for me and that’s why i’ve decided to only write imagines or scrabbles for mpov because they’re short and easier to describe.

- i would prefer for minors to not interact, but you are responsible for your own media consumption. please do not repost my content without permission. homophobia, racism, ableism and pedophilia is not tolerated on my profile, and hopefully anywhere else. pro-israelis please dni .

- i will mainly be writing leon kennedy x fem!reader and/or lara croft x fem!reader, and maybe some imagines or scrabbles about leon kennedy x lara croft.

- dni if you’re a toxic shipper, i don’t care who you ship in re/tr but don’t force your opinions on me. it won’t get you anywhere.

that’s all i have to say, i hope my content reaches your expectations! thank you so much 🧡 all pictures are made by yours truly.

#writer #gettoknowme #i’m new lol

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timelessstardust99 · 2 years

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☆ I'm not a Liability ☆

~ Lara Croft x Fem! Reader ~

~ Before Reading: This one shot is set in "Shadow of the Tomb Raider", and is a wlw one shot with Lara Croft having to "protect" and "help" the reader throughout the adventure with Jonah, even though the reader can take care of herself well enough and gets really frustrated with Lara at times because she thinks the reader is a Liability ~

| WARNING: Some Angst, Mentions of killing, cursing, and traumatic experiences |

Genre: Hurt, Romance, Action, lgbt, and humor

|Part 1|

A Liability. That's what she was, just someone who gets in the way when on an adventure with her Girlfriend and friend, at least, that's what Lara seems to think anyways.

Y/N has been going on more adventures then she could count, yet for some unknown reasons, she's either being "protected" or "told" what to do by her girlfriend of nearly two years. Y/N never out right tells the brunette that it frustrates her, knowing that Lara thinks of her less than an adventurer. Jonah had seen the signs time and time again, how distant Y/N had been getting towards Lara and how much she has changed throughout the years of knowing them.

She has more scars then she could count and wasn't really the emotional type, but Lara had seemed to crawl inside of Y/N's heart and burrowed so deep that the girl had fallen for her, though it was until almost two years ago that Y/N asked Lara out and was very much grateful that she had said yes. But now looking back on that day, Y/N everyday wished she had never asked out Lara, the women who only seemed focused on her research instead of her own lover.

Y/N for a long time only tolerated it because she thought she "loved" Lara, but only now realized how much of a lie that was. Now look where it got her, stranged in Peru from a plane crash all because Lara needed to get to the crowned mountain before Trinity.

"Ugh. I swear, when we get back to civilization, I'm drowning myself in bath salt." Y/N sneered as she took her knife out and stabbed a mosquito who was hovering near her skin. Lara looked back at her partner and frowned at the idea of smelling her scented bath Salths.

"Oh yeah? That must smell amazing inside of the bathroom when your done?" Jonah asked, as they bent down a bit to get to a lower ceiling gateway for them to get through. Lara merely rolled her eyes.

"Not really, the bath salts usually just stink up the place." She said, causing Y/N to frown.

"Wow, love the support babe." Y/N glared at Lara's head, going unnoticed by said brunette who simply ignored the jab.

"Jonah, come help me." Lara said, causing the man, who stood awkwardly in between them, to grab onto the bottom of the fallen pillar. "On three, two, one." The two lifted the heavy fallen object enough for Lara to crawl through so she could help lift on the otherside. Once through, she turned around and started helping the two lift the pillar, tho both yelled in shock when a Jaguar lunged at Lara and grabbed her by the back, dragging her away from the pillar. It started clawing and biting her, causing Y/N to bang on the vines and fallen objects with worry evident on her face. Jonah beside her started to lift the pillar, but failed because of the weight so he did the next best thing, he threw her his flare gun which helped in the long run.

Y/N grew panicked as she saw her girlfriend fight the Jagaur, she went on her knees and pulled Jonah down with her. "What? Oh, no. Lara wouldn't like that I helped you get on the otherside like this." Jonah shook his head.

"You got a better idea Jonah?! I'm not gonna have Lara be killed by a fucking Jagaur!" Y/N shouted in frustration, her glare now pointed at the man.

"Fine," he sighed as he helped her lift the pillar up, she crawled underneath and to the other side with ease. There was a near by arrow that came from Lara's bow after missing the running jaguar, so this would be of use to her. She heard the grunting of Lara and ran towards the sounds to see she had been pushed to the ground with the Jaguar on top of her. Y/N ran towards her and stabbed the jaguar on the back with the arrow, causing it to whine out in pain before running off. Lara looked up at her partner with shock, before quickly standing out, ignoring the hand Y/N had stuck out to help her, the taller of the two looked frantic at her partner.

"What are you doing?! Y/N, you need to get somewhere safe, I can't protect you!" Lara exclaimed, her hands going to the women's shoulder. Y/N's eyes narrowed at her as she shrugged the once comforting hands off of her with a glare.

"I don't need your protecting Lara." She sneered as they heard the Jaguar approach them again. The two women went back to back as they heard the dangerous animal,one with an arrow and the other with a gun, ready to fight it off.

Y/N panted as she looked at the now dead Jaguar. Lara was right next to her, panting as well.

"Lara! Y/N!" They looked over to the blocked area, Y/N having forgotten all about Jonah. The two went to him. "You two okay?" He asked the girls.

"Help me with this," Lara kneeled down as Jonah and Lara both lift the pillar to he could come through. Y/N looked around, to see if there were anymore dangers lurking around.

She felt Lara brush her shoulder again hers as she walked to the jaguar, "your back looks bad," that got Y/N's attention, she had forgot about the fact that the jaguar nearly ate her girlfriend. Lara ignored his comment and started to skin the Jaguar. Jonah looked from Lara to Y/N, and knew what the smaller one wanted to do. "Im gonna go make camp." He said, walking past the girl's and leaving them alone.

"Why didn't you stay with Jonah?" Lara finally asked, Y/N scoffed.

"What? No thank you?" Y/N chuckled with no emotion to back it up. Lara stopped what she was doing and looked up at her, if you looked hard enough you could see they where glossy.

"Y/N, I keep protecting you if you do things like this!" Lara exclaimed. Y/N crossed her arms and glared at her.

"Things like this?" If it wasn't for me you'd be dead right now Lara!" Y/N shouted in anger. Lara merely rolled her eyes at that.

"I had it, I didn't need help." Lara said.

"Oh, right, it's because your a big time adventurer, and I'm just the Liability you picked up along the way." Lara looked at her with wide eyes, Y/N sneered at her look, "Yeah, I know you think I'm a Liability, it's pretty obvious that you don't me here. It's no wonder no one wants to date you." That one broke Lara's heart, she didn't want to hear that come from her girlfriends mouth. She never wanted to hurt her, but it was kind of her fault why Y/N feels so neglected.

"Y/N I --" Lara tried, but said women raised her hand with a sigh.

"I don't wanna to hear anymore excuses Lara. Im... gonna help Jonah with camp." Y/N left Lara there, feeling guilty and feeling like she was gonna lose one of the only other people she cares about. Lara loves Y/N and has always loved her, but it was just so hard to feel vulnerable around someone, especially her girlfriend, and she has tried but it made her awkward.

"What did I do?" Lara's voice broke as she looked to her partner, who was giving Jonah a sad smile after he asked what was happening. Lara didn't want to lose Y/N, so she started coming up with ways to help stable their relationship again. She missed the old days, where they'd actually do couple things. They still haven't had their first kiss in this relationship, to many things going on and non of it seemed like the right time. Maybe tonight she could fix this, somehow. And maybe after all of this, they could finally go on a real date.

#lara croft #x reader #wlw love #oneshot

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rawiswhore · 1 year

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William Regal x Fem Reader- "Spill the Tea"

Many professional wrestlers have been famous enough to be considered for roles in popular movies.

The Rock was offered to play Willy Wonka in the 2005 Tim Burton remake, Trish Stratus was considered to play Jessica Alba's role in "Sin City", Triple H was considered to play Thor in the early 2010's and Chyna was offered a role in the 3rd "Terminator" movie.

When you were at the zenith of your wrestling popularity in the late 1990's, you were considered for many roles in popular movies.

Some of the roles you were considered for and offered were Elizabeth Hurley's character in "Bedazzled", Carmen Electra's role in "Scary Movie", one of the angels in those "Charlie's Angels" movies, Lara Croft in the "Tomb Raider" movies, one of the strippers in "Night at the Blue Iguana" and one of the barmaids in "Coyote Ugly".

Even in the early 2000's when your popularity had winded down, you were considered for several roles in popular movies, like playing Elisha Cuthbert's character in "The Girl Next Door" and Anna Faris' role in "Just Friends".

However, you turned down all of those roles down due to the scheduling you had to do for the World Wrestling Federation (as well as the WWE).

Looking back, you regret turning down to play some of these movie roles, in particular in "Coyote Ugly" and "Night at the Blue Iguana".

Speaking of which, if there is something that is really popular in pop culture going on, the WWE/F will try to cash in on it and reference it.

Examples would be Al Snow's Chihuahua Pepper being based off of the iconic Taco Bell Chihuahua who was popular AF at the time and the Kat recreating a moment in her dressing room based off of an Austin Powers movie gag.

Since you couldn't really be in "Coyote Ugly", you're going to bring that movie to the World Wrestling Federation.

Yes, the WWE was still called the WWF when "Coyote Ugly" was released!

On a "Sunday Night Heat" episode in September 2000---which was one month after "Coyote Ugly" was released---William Regal was sitting backstage in front of a circle shaped table, where there was a silver tray sitting on top of this table.

This tray contained a matching silver teacup and teapot on top of that tray.

You marched down to William, and as you walked up to him and the table he was sitting by, the camera was filming you walking sideways, and many male fans in the audience got out of their seats and cheered for you and whistled at you.

The outfit you wore was similar to what the women in "Coyote Ugly" wore---wearing hip hugging pants with a midriff baring tank top.

You placed your hands on top of the table William was sitting at once you stood in front of it, where you slightly bent yourself down.

"Hey" you greeted him with a slight smirk on your face.

William wasn't taken aback by seeing you, in fact, he enjoyed looking at you, his eyes studying you up and down.

Your eyes looked inside those teacups to see if there's any tea there, and lo and behold, there was.

"May I have a sip of tea?" you asked him with a smirk, the index finger of one of your hands raising off of the table and pointing inside that tea cup, asking him for a drink to be polite.

"Go ahead!" William offered with a smile.

He actually doesn't mind it if you have a sip of tea, with the way you look.

"Thanks" you replied with a smirk on your face, where one of your hands took one of the tea cups and raised it up to your mouth, where you took a sip of it and arched your head back as you drank that tea.

It isn't very classy to drink down tea like you're drinking a shot glass, but there's a reason you're drinking your tea like that.

You raised your head up after you drank that tea, placing the cup of tea back on the table.

"Y'want me to pour you some more tea?" you asked him with a grin on your face, removing your hand off of that tea cup when you asked that.

"Oh yes, please!" William replied excitedly, smiling and eager to await.

This was making the audience really think of "Coyote Ugly", and that was the intention.

William may be a classy English gentleman, but he can enjoy some rowdiness.

One of your hands grabbed that tea pot by its handle and raised it up from the table, where you tilted it above one of the empty tea cups and tea poured out of that pot and into the cup.

As the tea poured into that tiny little tea cup, your eyes were looking inside the tea while your mouth grinned, and your hips were gyrating and grinding left and right while your knees were bending a little bit.

You were basically acting like those women in "Coyote Ugly" pouring alcohol in people's drinks while they sexily danced on top of bar tables.

Your eyes were careful when you watched how much tea gets poured into that cup.

William, on the other hand, was looking at you pour that tea in the cup, his eyes focusing both on you and the tea being poured.

His eyes were wide and eyebrows raised.

"I wish I had a stripper pole right now" you admitted to him with your eyes looking at him. "Maybe even danced on top of a bar"

Male fans in the audience got out of their seats and cheered hearing that, agreeing with you.

William would have to agree with that, considering he wants to see you work that pole.

You didn't pour all the tea inside that pot, you were saving that for later.

You then raised the teapot until it was positioned straight, where you placed the teapot back on top of the table and let go of it.

You strutted around next to the table William was sitting by until you were close enough for hands to reach and touch him, and your hands grabbed William's button down shirt and pulled it apart until the buttons popped down out of the holes.

This really took William by surprise, even though this moment was rehearsed and staged.

The audience was completely shocked seeing this moment, both male and female fans.

As the buttons kept being separated away from the holes due to you opening up his dress shirt, more of his bare skin was getting exposed underneath that shirt.

William wasn't disgusted over you ripping his shirt up at all, but his eyes were looking at his bare chest and torso getting exposed.

After his shirt was unbuttoned, with your eyes looking into his eyes and with a smirk on your face.

"Is this tea hot?" you asked him.

"Not quite" he admitted.

You're not going to do what he thinks you're going to do.

Oh yeah, you did it, but at least you were polite and asked him if this tea is hot so you won't hurt him.

One of your hands let go of his shirt and grabbed that tea pot on top of the table, where you tilted it above his chest and poured that tea on top of his torso, where warm tea poured out of the pot and landed on his bare chest, the tea dripping and running down his skin.

The tea wasn't that warm, but the fans really reacted to this.

Fans---both male and female---cheered seeing this moment, whereas William's face was panicking and freaking out a bit.

Some of the tea was even sinking into William's clothes.

You, on the other hand, were smiling and grinning while your eyes looked at his chest as you poured that tea on his torso.

The skin on his torso was turning a little bit pinkish from getting slightly burned by that tea, but he wasn't completely burned by it.

You then raised that teapot up until it was sitting up straight, and you then raised that tea pot up until it was a few inches above your head, where you tilted that teapot and let it pour out tea on top of your face and on your body.

Your hand holding that teapot motioned it to pour on your face and on your top, making that tea pour across both of your tits.

You wore no bra underneath your top, so your nipples were poking through it.

When you poured this tea on top of you, male fans in the audience got out of their seats and cheered, although is this really sexy?

While you were pouring tea on top of yourself, you swayed your hips left and right sexily to dance, placing your opposite hand on your hip as you swayed and grinded your hips and body.

Your makeup surprisingly wasn't running as you poured tea on yourself, but your hair was getting wet and tea was soaking through your tank top.

"Is this sexy?" you asked him as you poured that tea on you. "I wish I could pour some water on myself right now"

So you could recreate another "Coyote Ugly" scene where the barmaids pour water on themselves when they're standing on top of the bar.

You would toss the rest of the tea in the teapot at William's chest to completely recreate this scene.

You actually recreated a few other "Coyote Ugly" moments in episodes of WWF shows, including when they poured water on themselves.

Since you couldn't be in "Coyote Ugly", you'll at least bring it to the WWF.

#william regal #wwf #2000 #2000s #00s #coyote ugly

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stardustjie · 10 months

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hi love! :) I hope that this ask/request isn't weird, but I rediscovered my love for Lara Croft and came across your beautifully written headcanons <333 I saw that your requests were open and wanted to ask if you were up to writing a little drabble for our beloved Lara x fem!reader? Maybe something with an equally book-loving love interest? But honestly, I'd love to read anything you want to write :)

I've never written an ask before, but my god I'm looking for crumbs at this point jsiyjsjdjjsd I really feel like there should be more lara fics

sorry for this long one and I hope you have a beautiful day!! <33

hi!! thank you do much for waiting, it was really sweet of you. unfortunately june has been a busy – it was my birthday month and the only things in my mind were money and cake. i neglected too many things, but i managed to write something. thank you for your request, the drabble should be in the masterlist and two posts down on the blog. hope to see you again ♡

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wandasfifthwife · 3 months

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silent treatment

— Lara Croft x fem!reader

summary: your attempt to help Lara and Jonah with the jaguar attack causes Lara to realize she can loose you in just under a second.

tw: established relationship, hurt/comfort, fluff, reader gets attacked, you get injured, she ignores you, almost loosing someone is terrifying, happy ending, not proofread

a/n: I’m literally such a hoe for hurt/comfort it’s embarrassing. It follows the jaguar attack, but it’s not the exact scene— I changed it. hope you enjoy this and have a great day <3

༺ lara croft m.list ༻

Your vocal chords strained from the force of your scream. The sight of the jaguar on her caused you to loose your breath.

Jonah yells your name as you slide your way under a broken column. You grabbed your blade and ran it into the back of the jaguar.

The jaguar let out a pained sound, forgetting Lara for a second. Its eyes looked over to you.

You ran back up to the column, wishing to slide back under but the jaguar’s jaws tighten around the back of your shirt. You screamed, attempting to elbow it off.

It lets go of your shirt, this time when its jaws close it snags your skin. You cried out, your body itching to get it off. A gun shot echoed around you, the sound ringing in your ears.

You heard Jonah’s yelling, his hands coming to pull you to stand. Your hands shake as you grab his, entirely in shock.

“Lara?”

Jonah’s grip tightened around your wrists.

“She’s fine. Stay here.”

He let go, turning around and yelling at Lara. You winced as you tried to stand. Lara spots you, yelling at you to stay where you are but you don’t listen.

The jaguar caught your movements from the corner of its eye. Lara aims her bow, making a shot right at its neck. It forgets you, now running towards her and Jonah.

It pounced on Lara, shoving her into the ground right as she shoved an arrow into its skull. You stumbled as you made your way down to them.

Lara shoved the dead animal off of her with a groan. Jonah helps Lara to stand. You almost feel sick with the way you were trying to heave air into your lungs.

“Lara,” you breathe, “are you— your back.”

She sounds just as out of breath as you when she speaks.

“Jonah, come help me with this.”

You feel embarrassed at the way she ignored your question. Your hands shook as you reached out, still in shock and trying to find comfort. She flinches, lifting her hand in front of her to put space between you.

“I— don’t.”

You look at her in confusion, “don’t?”

She points to the dead animal, “Jonah, help me walk this to where we’ll set up for camp.”

Now you now she’s intentionally ignoring you. Jonah gives you a sympathetic look as he reached down to help move the jaguar.

Except the occasional groan from either Lara or Jonah, the walk was silent. You tried to keep quiet, but the sore on your back was beginning to sting.

The blood from the injury was sticking your skin and clothes together, causing pain whenever you stretched your arm out too far.

The sun was beginning to set when Jonah cut the silence.

“Lara, it’s almost night. We should just set camp here.”

She lets out a breathy yes and drops of the animal, crouching down to rest. Jonah sits down near her on a flatter rock.

You announce you’re going to make the fire for tonight, obviously since the two have been lifting for so long. Lara waves you off, suggesting you say.

“I just want to help—“

“And you’ve done enough.”

Not wanting it to escalate in front of Jonah, you turn and sit by him. Once she’s left, he shifts so he can face you.

“You alright?”

“I’m fine.”

“Are you feeling any pain? You got attacked pretty bad.”

“It only stings a bit, I’ll live.”

A minute later Lara returns, dropping wood in from of him, asking for him to start the fire before settling down a decent distance from you.

You grab a sleeping bag from his backpack, setting it near the fire. There was nothing you knew you could do with her controlling your every step.

It seemed only fitting to have your back face her as you lay down. Jonah had sat himself on a log, leaning back onto a tree with his eyes shut attempting to sleep.

The worry of another beast making a sudden appearance kept you up. It felt like hours that you laid there, eyes shut.

You focused in on the sounds nearby, specifically the occasional tired sigh Lara would make. The sound of her nearby was comforting.

It was only when the fire had fired out that Lara had settled in behind you. It was quiet for a bit until you felt her soft touch on your back.

“It did this?”

She whispered, moving your clothing to see. You sucked air through your teeth from the movement and she let go. You heard her move around before coming back, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“If we leave this untreated it can get infected.”

You sit up, allowing her to remove your top. She moved slow, her hands gentle as she worked. Each time you made a pained sound her hand on your shoulder would tighten in a silent apology.

“When it came out of no where,” she started, “it startled me at first. It wasn’t really until you came in that the situation changed. I was terrified. I was given no choice but to accept that I could have lost you any second.”

She signals she’s done working on your back with a pat to your shoulder. You turn to face her as she gets up to set the medical box away. Lara comes to lay beside you, holding her hand out to you.

“Are you alright?”

You shook your head, taking her hand. She can’t see you but the shaky intakes of air has her pulling you face-first into her chest with a coo. She wraps her arms around you, adjusting so you’re both comfortable.

“My explanation is not an excuse. I should not have pushed you away the way I did.”

The warmth of her body effectively calms you to the point your eyes feel heavy and your breathing begins to evens out. She smiles when she realizes, resting an arm on your waist and promptly falling asleep to the sound of your calm breathing.

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Hurt What's Mine

[Shadow of the Tomb Raider] Lara Croft x Female Reader

Word Count: 8.05k

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Content Warnings: Language, mentions of blood, heavy descriptions of gore and death, hospitalization, brief mention of medication

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Angst Fluff Mix

One-Shot Preference Headcanon

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Amongst the loud snapping of twigs combined with the rustling of the leaves overhead, softened chatter could be heard throughout the entrance to the forest. The sky, which had been painted warm shades of red and orange mere moments before, had grown murky with hues of purple and black. Small stars illuminated the sky as it grew darker, bright pools of light poking through the inky atmosphere to aid the moon in flooding the landscape with a soft glow. In accompaniment with the darkness seemingly swallowing up the woodland area that Lara and [Y/N] wandered into, a harsh breeze rushed through the air.

As the two walked deeper into the forest, Lara made sure to reach over when coming across drywood and break it free from the ground, tucking it under her arm. After seeing her do this, [Y/N] mirrored her actions and began to gather wood as well. The two had decided they’d head into the nearby forest to gather kindling for the fire they planned to build back at camp. There, Jonah was waiting, sorting through his supply of herbs and a small flask of water he’d said he would use to stir up a broth of sorts that would help all three stay warm for the night. The only problem being there was no fuel for a fire nearby, so both women volunteered to scavenge for some together.

It had taken quite a while to make it to the woodland area safely, but the conversation they had struck up with each other managed to keep the journey bearable. Thankfully, Lara had remembered to snatch her makeshift machete before heading out. Using the sharpest part of the rusted blade, she sliced through the brush that obstructed their path, allowing them to meander forward with a partial trail behind them.

Soon enough, neither of them were able to carry more of the drywood they came across. With a huff, Lara spun on her heel and jutted her chin toward the path she had made. “We should head back. We can always come back later if we need to gather more.” [Y/N] nodded, trailing behind the brunette as she led the way. A few minutes passed in silence, both women focused on not tripping over the loose roots or pebbles that littered the dampened blades of grass. Ultimately, as they neared the halfway point of the path, [Y/N] decided to break the silence.

“God, I’m glad we haven’t had any run-ins with Trinity. Those guys are a huge pain in the ass,” she complained. At her words, the corners of Lara’s lips perked up into an amused smirk. “Yeah, they are. We still need to keep our guard up, though. There weren’t any traces of them following us here, but that’s been the case the last couple of times as well. They’ve got the wrong motives, but they’re clever, and they know how to handle stealth operations.”

A grimace painted [Y/N]’s features as she nodded in response. “Yeah, I guess that’s true.” Silence once again fell upon them, allowing their senses to return to the sound of their own footsteps beneath them as they staggered ahead. While they recalled the way they came from, they struck up another conversation with one another, trying to keep the mood light in the eeriness that made itself known between the towering trees. It seemed to work–both felt more at ease as they chatted away. Merely a moment seemed to pass, however, before a loud clamp echoed throughout the area, followed by a ticking and whirring noise nearby.

Before either had time to react and understand what had happened, Lara flew backward with a holler and collapsed onto the ground. She was yanked forward once she made contact with the soil. The whirring noise returned, louder this time, and she was soon dangling high in the air by her foot. She groaned, her ears ringing and vision blurry from the way her head had bashed against the floor. Her eyes were pinched tightly shut, though her hand instinctively reached for her belt to find her gun.

Squinting and blinking her eyes rapidly, Lara managed to clear her view. All at once, she could make out what had happened. Just a few feet away, [Y/N]’s leg had been caught in a similar trap, but she wasn’t conscious enough to try and escape. Lara’s arm whipped forward to take aim, watching with a newfound sense of terror as a horde of shielded soldiers, clad in black, swarmed forward to the two. Even as she struggled to steady the hand that she gripped the gun harshly with, Lara began to fire warning shots, striking several of the soldiers and watching them plummet to the ground in waves.

A few that hadn’t been shot dashed toward [Y/N] and took hold of her limp arms. They hollered at each other to get her down, using her as some sort of human shield to avoid being killed as well. Upon seeing them grab the unconscious girl, the blood pumping from adrenaline underneath Lara’s skin lit aflame with fury and a desire to defend. Her aim became far more accurate, more fatalities becoming visible as she fired away at them, a wolf’s snarl lacing her words as she bellowed at them to leave her alone.

She knew she just needed to get enough of them down so she could break free from the pulley that tightened the rope around her ankle to a painful degree. If she could do that, she could protect [Y/N] and help her flee. A false spark of hope flushed through her veins as she noticed she had cleared most of the squad, the lie of it evident as her clip ran empty and more men emerged from the distance. She cursed at herself, her hands unsteadily flying back up to her belt to find another magazine and reload. As she struggled with fiddling her pack open to search, she failed to register the sound of thundering footsteps nearing her from behind.

Finally, she pulled a clip free with a small huff of relief. She let her empty mag drop to the ground, flicked upward with the new one to reload, then cocked the hammer back before taking aim. A single bullet fired from the barrel, and everything went black.

Everything seemed to come back at once–every sense flowing forward and overwhelming Lara’s mind. A muffled groan slipped past her lips as she managed to lift her head. Entirely unaware of her bearings, her eyes flitted around in confusion, unable to see with her eyes wide open. She jerked her arms forward, hoping to grab hold of whatever fabric covered her face, only to feel cold steel dig harshly into the skin on her wrists. She hissed in pain, wriggling for a moment as she tried to understand what had happened.

Her focus returned to what she could feel. She had been chained to something, though it was hard to make out exactly what it was. Against her back, she could feel jagged wood scratching at her scarred skin each time she moved. Her arms encircled whatever it was she was pinned up on. Piecing things together, she figured she had been cuffed to a wooden beam somewhere. That didn’t explain where she was, though. Aside from the village she and the others had passed through once they arrived, there were no structures of any kind as far as she could tell. Had one of the villagers turned and taken her hostage?

She could feel the frigid grated steel beneath her, which confirmed she had to be somewhere else. The ground in the homes of the village had been purely dirt and tattered cloth.

Then where the hell was she?

What had happened before she blacked out?

“Oh, look who’s up from her nap,” a booming voice called out, pulling Lara from her thoughts. Her head shot up, a quick yelp of pain greeting her as her head throbbed from the sudden motion. “Who the hell are you? Where am I? Where’s [Y/N]?” She couldn’t recall what she had been through beforehand, though some part of her told her she needed to defend herself regardless. A deep chuckle rumbled nearby before the owner of the previous voice stepped closer. Lara braced herself for a hit, fighting back a flinch when gloved fingers gripped the top of what had been obstructing her view and tugged upward.

She squinted with a hiss as the overhead lights flashed their way into her eyes, effectively blinding her for a moment. As her vision cleared and adjusted, she jerked her head to the side to face whoever had granted her the ability to see again. A moment hardly passed before her face contorted with anger: her brows furrowed tightly together, practically knitting themselves as one, her jaw clenching as her teeth ground painfully against each other.

“Who the fuck are you?” She snapped. Quickly, her outrage completely replaced the feeling of distress, only worsening when her gaze flickered down to see Trinity’s emblem stitched into the man’s tactical vest. He laughed, tossing the woven bag that had been tied around her head to the side. “You don’t need to know who I am, but I certainly know who you are.” He grinned, then reached behind Lara to pick something up from behind the pillar. Briefly after, he leaned back again, dangling her tactical belt tauntingly in front of her, still fully equipped with all of her weapons.

Her eyes widened a fraction at the sight, instinctively flying down to find and confirm that she had indeed been stripped of her only means of defense in this position. Immediately, she knew she needed to free herself. With the methods she had been taught after tussling with offenders before, she knew she could easily wrestle this man to the ground and overpower him. With her arms restrained, however, she could only fight back at an infuriatingly close range.

He seemed to notice the stress that had returned to Lara’s mind, letting out another cackle at her misfortune. He stood, twisting his torso far enough to hurl the belt over the railing. As he made his way over to squat in front of her again, she took this opportunity to look around. She had been right: she was chained to a wooden support beam, and she was seated against steel. Through the holes in the grated plates, she could see she was far up off the ground, at least three or four stories high.

Looking up, she could see layers of other platforms above, towering to an ungodly height. Dropping her gaze back down, the platform she was on curved around a circular building just behind her, and ahead of her, a long metal bridge stretched out to connect to an identical structure. As her eyes focused in on a figure across the platform, her blood ran cold, wishing she hadn’t recognized what was happening.

Everything that had happened before she ended up here came flooding back. The forest, the traps, the soldiers, everything. Now separated, [Y/N] was similarly cuffed to a pillar. Her binds seemed tighter, red lines already formed on her wrists as though she had been struggling against them for a while. For the first time since making it to the town, Lara felt genuine fear. Had they already hurt [Y/N]? Had they forced her to give away where Jonah was?

“[Y/N]!”

“Ah, so you noticed,” the man voiced, bringing her attention back to him. Shakily, she lifted her head, She screamed at herself, willing her voice into intimidation. “Let her go. She has nothing to do with this.” Internally, she cursed at the way her voice wavered and cracked.

The man grinned devilishly, shaking his head. “You don’t get it, do you? The moment you brought her here, you forced her to be a part of this. Like it or not, she has everything to do with this.” He leaned forward, blocking her view of [Y/N] and forcing her to look him in the eye. “It’s your fault.” Bringing his hand to his chin, he glanced up and mockingly pretended to think. “I suppose the saying, “like father like daughter,” is true after all. Wouldn’t you say so?”

At the mere mention of her father, a concoction of emotions bubbled beneath the surface of Lara’s skin. Even so, she forced her expression to remain stern. “Don’t you fucking talk about him.” Once again, she was met with a laugh.

A soldier that had been stationed nearby stepped closer to the two, concern laced in his tone. “Sir, shouldn’t we be careful? She’s taken out half of our men already, and most of it was entirely on her own.” The man in front of Lara rolled his eyes and stood, giving a small shrug. “Relax, I’m just having a bit of fun. There’s nothing she can do like this,” he gestured toward her. “With respect,” the soldier started, “she’s gotten out of tougher situations. Maybe we should–”

In an instant, the man, who Lara assumed was the captain at this point, whipped his gun from its holster on his hip and stood. He flicked his arm upward and pointed the barrel directly against the soldier’s forehead, prompting him to freeze. “I’ll fucking take care of it, you got it? All I’m gonna do is get her to tell me a few things, then we’ll blow both of their brains out, then be on our way. Stop me like that again, and the first round will go through your thick skull. Understand?”

Quickly, the soldier nodded and stepped back to his station. “Yes, sir.”

The captain then tucked his gun away. He turned and made a motion with his head to the group across the bridge. Lara glanced behind him to see what was happening, only to panic further as they crouched beside [Y/N], who flinched away at their touch. “Don’t touch her!” She screamed, thrashing violently against her restraints.

“Oh, don’t worry,” the captain teased, crouching down in front of her again to look her in the eye. “As long as you answer some questions, we won’t hurt her anymore.” Anymore. That word bounced through Lara’s head as she barely managed to notice that [Y/N]’s skin was littered with bruises and cuts. She swallowed hard, glaring at him. “What do you want? What questions?” He again acted as though he was deep in thought. “Well, for starters, you could tell me where the artifact you're looking for is.”

She scoffed. “So what? You can use it to wipe out humanity? Like you tried to do with the Divine Source?” The captain forced a smile. His hand lifted from his side and made a motion toward the group behind him. Lara watched, horrified, as one soldier used all his strength to kick [Y/N] in the stomach, another grabbing a fistful of her hair and slamming her head back against the pillar. She cried out in pain, desperately trying to free herself.

“Like I said, tell me what I want to know, and she won’t get hurt.”

Lara practically growled at him when she spoke. She ordered him to call the group back, threatening to make his death hell if he didn’t comply. “What do you think you can do? Can’t exactly kill me while you’re stuck here.” She scowled, her fingertips tapping at the chains in search of the padlock. Her arm shimmied a bit, allowing one of her hairpins to slip from the cuff of her sleeve and into her hand that she kept tucked away for situations exactly like this.

As she fiddled with trying to find the padlock, the captain continued to hound her with questions.

“Where’s your camp? I know you brought someone else here too.” She shuddered at the thought of Jonah being dragged into this as well. “I don’t know. I don’t even know where the hell I am, and you expect me to remember how to get back?” Another motion was made, prompting another harsh punishment to be given to [Y/N]. Lara shouted her name, begging her to hold on and promising she’ll get the two of them out.

The captain scoffed and crossed his arms. “Are you really not grasping what I’ve said? Answers for me means less pain for her.” Panicked, Lara thrashed again, her hands trembling as they continued their search. “I’m trying! But you aren’t giving me questions I can answer!” It was hard to mask her relief when her fingers finally found the padlock, though she instead focused on wriggling the bobby pin into the lock. “Well,” the captain huffed, standing again and slipping his gun from his belt. “I think I know something that might trigger your memory.”

At that, he turned and began walking toward [Y/N], wordlessly ordering the group of soldiers to back away. “No, don’t hurt her!” Lara was practically screaming at her hands to still, and with another brief moment, she finally managed to pick the lock, wrestling her arms free from the chains and stumbling as she stood. Without an ounce of hesitation, she lunged forward toward the captain, grabbing hold of him and trying to keep him away. He hollered in surprise, reaching back to claw at her and get a grasp. “Get off of me, you bitch!”

The team of soldiers that had been abusing [Y/N] only a mere moment before were now hurtling toward her. With a bit of a struggle, three of the soldiers managed to pry her off of him, throwing her back before forcefully pinning her against the pillar yet again. She fought against them, screaming for them to let her go. The captain ahead grumbled and stared her down for a moment, though he was quick to turn and walk toward [Y/N] again.

As Lara thrashed against the soldiers holding her down, the head of the team reached up toward a sheath against his hip, his gun having been smacked out of his hand and over the ledge from Lara’s outburst. Something felt as though it were burning in her mind, growing hotter and hotter as the captain closed the space between him and [Y/N]. She couldn’t let Trinity take another person she loved away from her. She wouldn’t allow it.

Hardly managing to remember her training, she turned and lunged her torso forward, using all of the momentum to headbut the soldier grasping her right arm in the face. He howled in pain, letting her go and falling backward. She then turned to the man holding her left shoulder. In the blink of an eye, she whipped her arm in a circular motion, gripping his wrist and forcing his arm to twist until he let go. Just as quickly, she shuffled forward and kicked the third soldier square in the chest, effectively knocking the wind out of his lungs.

Before she could stand, two more men sprinted forward and blocked her path, one of them managing to land a few rough kicks to her face and head. She hooked her arm beneath the back of his leg, jolting up to stand and flipping him backward. The second soldier struggled to free his rifle from the band on his back. By the time he managed to try and aim at her, her forearm flew sideways and struck his wrist, the impact catching him off guard and causing him to drop his weapon. Lara then leapt forward and gripped the straps of his tactical vest. She spun around to gain more force before driving him around again and launching him over the railing, not bothering to watch as he plummeted toward the ground countless meters below.

She turned, determined to get to the captain, but froze in place. Still so far away, he had freed [Y/N] of restraints, knowing she wouldn’t have been able to fight back. He pinned her against the platform, his knees planting themselves on either side of her hips as he drove his knife down into her stomach. Lara watched as [Y/N] tried to gasp for air, only to choke and let out a silent scream.

She felt everything grow heavy, ready to give into the temptation to drop to the ground. An inhumane level of fury coursed through her veins, and soon she found herself running forward at full speed, no longer in control of her body.

The neared the captain in only a few seconds, leaping from the ground and thrusting her arms forward. She tackled him off of [Y/N]’s writhing body and ripped the blade from his hand, dropping it and instead using her fists to beat any part of him she could see. Hit after hit, punch after punch, a new bruise formed on his skin, thinner sections splitting open into gashes. His blood seemed to all pool together beneath his head.

Lara let out a yell with each strike made against his skill. She lost count of the amount of times her knuckles made contact with the swollen form beneath her, not even noticing that her knuckles had begun to tear open and bleed from the sheer force alone. As his arms and legs fell limp against his sides, Lara’s punches came to a stop. Her bloodied hand reached over and grasped the handle of the knife, knuckles white from the tightness as she lifted the blade above her head.

Instantly, she plunged the knife down, listening with a sick joy as the thin metal ripped through layers of skin and organ, cracking through parts of his ribs. Mirroring what [Y/N] had done, the captain hopelessly tried to gasp for breath, instead wheezing and sputtering while his hands weakly scratched at her arms. Only for a moment, she kept the knife there. Before she could watch the life leave his eyes, she drew the blade out and immediately thrusted it down into his jugular with an equal force.

Her hands let go of the handle and dropped to land at her sides. She stared down, gleefully studying the way the captain clutched at his throat, a thick puddle of blood erupting from his mouth and trickling down his cheeks and jaw, disappearing into his hairline and accumulating with the crimson red under his trembling form. Glaring down at him with dull eyes, she lazily tugged the rifle from his back, forcing herself to stand and turn around.

She hadn’t heard the group of soldiers thundering up the stairs, but she had apparently sensed it. Effortlessly, she lifted the rifle and took aim, crouching down and firing away as the men made their way up one by one. By the time the team died out, she heard the gun click. Her gaze bored down at the rifle, realizing she had burned through the ammo. With a grunt of disapproval, she discarded the gun, then ripped another one away from a nearby lifeless body. She used that rifle to finish off the squad, blankly staring ahead after lowering the gun.

As her mind clouded over, taking in the scene before her, she tossed the gun to the side, straining to hear as it clattered against the steel platform. A bloodbath. That was the only way she could possibly describe it. Piles of bodies across such a small space, silver metal now stained red from blood and black from gunpowder. Lifeless eyes of the fallen seemed to watch her as she lifted her hands, taking in the way blood coated her skin. She wasn’t sure how much of it was hers and how much of it was the captain’s. She paid it no mind, instead rotating her hands to examine her knuckles. She had most definitely broken a few, if not all, of them,

Had she actually done all of this?

Nothing felt real.

The sudden sound of harsh coughing broke her out of her trance, forcing her attention toward the source. She scrambled over to [Y/N]’s side, holding her head up as she processed just how badly she had been hurt. Adding onto the gaping wound in her torso, countless bruises and cuts peppered every exposed inch of skin. The back of her head had been dripping blood from being hammered into the wooden beam. Lara gasped and frantically helped her prop her head up to prevent choking on her blood, her eyes scanning the surrounding area for something to help stop the bleeding. She grimaced when [Y/N] whimpered from the way she stretched over to grab a torn uniform.

Thinking on her feet, she slid to the wall of the base and leaned the wounded girl against it, apologizing tearfully each time she yelped in pain. After tearing the uniform into a thinner piece, she began stuffing part of the wound, earning more cries. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” she whispered, finally using the rest of the cloth to ball it up. “This is going to hurt, but I need you to trust me.”

Before [Y/N] even opened her eyes, Lara forced her hand downward, applying an immense amount of both pressure and pain to the wound. At this, [Y/N] screamed in agony, her eyes beginning to roll back as her breaths quickened. Lara cupped her jaw and shifted forward. “[Y/N]? No, [Y/N], I need you to stay with me, okay? Keep your eyes open! Everything’s going to be okay, I promise. Stay with me,” she said, struggling to keep her voice steady.

“[Y/N], please, I can’t lose you. Not like this. Keep your eyes open–that’s all I need you to do!” Her words fell upon deaf ears, no matter how desperate they became. Before Lara could beg for her to listen again, [Y/N]’s head drooped down, her body now completely limp.

“[Y/N]?” Lara whimpered, shaking the unconscious girl’s head as a silent plea. When no response came from the motion, the Croft felt her tears beginning to spill, only being able to whisper “no” repeatedly. Her hand, the one that had been holding up the woman’s head, slid down to check for a pulse. She gasped softly when she found it, though realized she had to act quickly from how weak it was. “Shit,” she blurted, once again examining her surroundings. That bastard had thrown her radio over the railing with her weapons. There was no way she could contact Jonah without alerting any other potential Trinity bases of where they were. One look down at [Y/N], however, forced her to take that risk.

She stood and quickly rushed over to the nearby bodies, her calloused, bloodied hands desperately searching their equipment for a radio of sorts. She cursed with each failed search, though lit up only a fraction once she found one. Quickly, she ran to sit by [Y/N]’s side again, holding her up and pulling her close, keeping an eye on her as she sent out a message.

“Jonah? Jonah, are you there? Can you hear me? I need your help: [Y/N]’s bleeding out!”

She released the button, only earning static in response. Her eyes shot back to the woman beside her, her only shimmer of hope dimming immediately. Her finger clicked down again, lifting it closer to speak into it once more.

“Jonah, I need you here! Jonah, please, can you hear me?”

A choked sob erupted unwillingly from her throat. She felt like curling into herself and breaking right there. Now hunched over, she clutched the radio tightly against her chest, grasping a handful of her hair as she tried to come up with another plan. All she could bring herself to do for a moment was weep, terrified of losing the woman propped up by her side.

Her mind cleared for a brief second, and although she had no idea where they were, she knew they couldn’t stay there. More reinforcements were bound to show up sooner or later, and she was in no state to fight them all. She stood, peering out at the landscape in hopes of finding a landmark she had passed before. The lids of her eyes threatened to shut, heavy with fatigue from the loss of adrenaline and the salty tears that had fallen.

She staggered closer to the rail, gripping onto it tightly as a way to ground herself as she searched further. Her heart felt like it was going to sink down into the pit of her stomach upon spotting a village in the distance. She turned to [Y/N], unsure if either of them could even make it that far. There was a chance it wasn’t the village she had been in either, on top of the fact there could be more traps hidden in the forest.

That only stopped her briefly. She knew they needed to leave, and she knew it was better to head out with the chance of finding Jonah than staying there to die.

Willing every ounce of strength she had left, she plucked the rifle she had thrown to the side back up, slinging it over her shoulder before wobbling back to [Y/N]. She huffed, sucking in a deep breath to ready herself, then bent down to pick her up, one arm tucking itself underneath her knees, and the other wrapping around her torso.

She turned, stumbled forward toward the stairs, and wrestled with the urge to look down at the unconscious form in her arms.

Each step down felt like a mile, Lara’s calves straining and aching, feeling as though they would give in and snap like twigs. By the time she managed to make it to the ground, it took everything in her not to collapse. She just kept telling herself they’ll be there soon. That was all she could do to keep moving forward. If she didn’t make it, not only would [Y/N] die, but she would as well. The marks from the beating she had taken had begun to finally sink in, adding to the difficulty.

She swayed every few steps. Her body threatened to fall over anytime she leaned too far.

She had no way of knowing she was going in the right direction, only able to rely on her instinct. There was no path, no landmark, no sign of nearing the village, which is why it was such a surprise when she could hear hollering up ahead. She strained her ears, hardly managing to make out that the unidentified voice was calling her name.

“Jonah?” She whispered hoarsely.

“Lara! [Y/N]! Are you two out there?”

“Jonah,” she weeped, unable to raise her voice any further.

Her feet continued to stumble toward the sound of his voice. The closer she got, the stronger the small spark of adrenaline she somehow still had grew. Finally, realizing he was only a few feet away, Lara managed to pick up her pace, lightly jogging forward. “Jonah, we’re here,” she cried out weakly. She moved ahead, breaking through the entrance of the forest to reveal the small patch of land they had originally tried to set up camp at. There, Jonah turned around and instantly ran over.

“Lara, you’re alright! I heard gunfire, but I didn’t know where you were, and–”

“Jonah, we need to get back to the plane right now. [Y/N]’s losing too much blood, and I don’t know how much longer she’s going to last,” although her tone was weak, there was no doubt she was terrified. Jonah finally looked down to the woman in Lara’s arms, his body tensing at the sight of all she had been through.

“Shit, what did–okay, but what about what you came here for? We can’t come back! Trinity’s going to–” Jonah knew that even mentioning the artifact in that moment was a mistake, but his mind was racing, preventing him from thinking logically.

“Forget the artifact, Jonah!” Lara snapped, her raspy voice finally reaching the volume she’d wanted to have when calling for him. “I don’t give a shit about that right now! I just want [Y/N] to survive! I’m the reason she’s in this state to begin with–I don’t want to be the reason she dies!”

At her sudden tone, Jonah could only nod and motion for Lara to hand [Y/N] to him to carry her there. Reluctantly, Lara did so, only after realizing she wouldn’t be able to make it to the plane in time if she were the one taking her. Without a moment to lose, Jonah began rushing up the path toward where they had landed, shouting behind him for the Croft to follow.

The ringing returned the closer they got, her vision blurring and growing dark. Everything was spinning, and she had to force herself to keep track of Jonah. By the time they had all made it into the plane, Lara’s body finally gave out.

“You know, I don’t think I had ever scared my father that badly before,” Lara murmured, a gentle chuckle escaping as she smiled fondly at the memory. With a sigh, she felt the pad of her thumb caress the tattered skin on the back of [Y/N]’s hands. For just a single moment, the ticking of the clock hanging above the door synced up with the beeping of the monitor beside the bed. Just as quickly, they fell out of rhythm again, and Lara waited for them to repeat it. Every few minutes, for the past several weeks, both would beat together for just a brief second, only to fall apart again.

It was the only thing she could look forward to anymore. It kept her distracted so she didn’t have to process everything just yet–so she didn’t have to look up at the woman deep in a coma in the bed she sat by. Jonah would come in here and there, reminding her to eat something small or to bring her a spare blanket for the night. Nurses would step inside to take vitals and update Lara on what was happening. And even though [Y/N] was there, whenever everyone else would leave, Lara still felt alone.

She could talk to her, but it was more like talking at her. She had no idea if the woman could hear anything she said, nor did she know when she was going to wake up. It had been seven weeks since they made it back from the expedition. Lara’s injuries were treated fairly easily, but [Y/N] had fallen into a medical coma from blood loss and excessive blunt force trauma. Her chances of survival in the beginning were slim, but things started to steadily improve as the days passed by.

Those days, however, felt like years to Lara. The woman she could once talk to and joke around with, the woman she could once hold and be held by, the woman she could once gaze into the eyes of, now lay before her, unmoving and silent. She was alive, but to Lara she seemed dead. She had been so lively before, and now she couldn’t even open her eyes.

To fill the never-ending silence that weighed heavy upon her shoulders, Lara would talk aloud, pretending as though she was sharing her thoughts with [Y/N] like she had done before everything went awry. Recently, after running out of small-talk she had murmured like it was scripted, she had resorted to retelling memories she had of her father back as a child. Somehow, even as [Y/N] stayed unconscious, Lara felt comfortable sharing her favorite times spent with her late father. Anyone else would’ve been waved off and told she wasn’t comfortable, but [Y/N] had always been the one person she could come to to speak of him freely.

Even seemingly dead, [Y/N] was still the only one she trusted. It was funny, in a way.

She huffed out a sigh, lifting the woman’s hand to her lips and pressing a featherlike kiss to her knuckles. Once her lips left the clammy skin, she brought her head down to lean it against the back of her hand. Her eyes closed, brows furrowed as she bit back a sob.

“I wish I had never brought you with me. If I hadn’t, you would still be comfortable at home, watching TV and sleeping in. You wouldn’t be here. You wouldn’t… You wouldn’t be hurt, or strapped to this machine, or fighting for your life. You wouldn’t be in a coma.” She sniffled, squeezing the hand still against her forehead. “This is all my fault. I’m so sorry, [Y/N]. I would take it all back if I could.”

Some part of her waited, half-expecting a response. She whimpered, clearing her throat to prevent herself from bursting into tears again. With a hard swallow, she lifted her head, gaze trailing up to [Y/N]’s face. She smiled. “I have no idea how, but you still look so beautiful. Even when you’re out like this.”

Her free hand lifted far enough to caress the girl’s cheek, then pinch the bridge of her own nose, internally groaning at how heavy her eyes felt. Once her hand planted itself back on her thigh, she glanced over at the heart monitor, watching each movement on the screen intently for a moment, allowing herself to gather her thoughts. Finally, she faced [Y/N] again. Her hand squeezed her leg, unsure of what to say.

“I love you. So, so much. I should’ve said it more before… all of this, but I’m saying it now. I do love you, [Y/N], more than anything in this world.”

She huffed out a pained laugh.

“I don’t know why I’m so mad at you. None of this is your fault. I’m the one who dragged you into the expedition, and I’m the one who ended up getting you captured. I wish I hadn’t begged you to come with me. You deserve to be at home, not in this bed. I should’ve protected you, and I didn’t, and for that, I’m so sorry. You deserve someone better: someone who wouldn’t have gotten you into this mess.

“The worst part is: I don’t even know if you can hear me. I’m not sure if you’ve heard anything I’ve said this entire time. I’m not sure why knowing that you might not hear me hurts so badly, but it does.” Tears once again pricked the corners of her eyes. “God, I wish I could hear your voice again. I miss you so much. I know you’re right in front of me, and I know you’re still breathing and alive, but I’ve never felt so alone. It doesn’t feel like you’re really here. It feels like you’re not you.”

The tears stinging her eyes now blurred her vision and poured down in thick masses. Her free arm raised, allowing her to use the sleeve of her jacket to wipe them away. Once they dried, she looked up at her again, hands trembling harshly.

“Please wake up. I’m begging you.”

Grumbling was all Lara could do in her unconscious state. Any small sound she could hear had her grumbling louder: pages flipping, pens scribbling, pills rattling, doors opening, monitors beeping. Everything that she could hear seemed to be working against her, screaming at her to wake back up. It was late at night when she finally let herself drop her head onto the edge of the hospital bed to rest. Hand still clutching onto [Y/N]’s, she managed to drift off for the first time in days.

The sounds grew incessant, however, stirring her partially awake. Each little noise irritated her further, and she had to fight the urge to muffle the scream bubbling up in her throat with the sheets cushioning her head. To add onto her growing frustration, something squeezed softly at her hand, forcing her back to her senses.

“For fuck’s sake,” she mumbled, lifted her head, then looked down at her hand. Her brows pinched tightly together, she sat there, processing what she had just felt. Again, her hand was squeezed.

Her brain, although severely sleep deprived, finally managed to register what had happened. Immediately, she looked up from her hand, her eyes landing on [Y/N], who finally opened her eyes for the first time in months. She gazed back at Lara the way the brunette had been craving the entire time. Upon seeing that she was now awake, tears instantly trickled out from Lara’s eyes, a shaky sob accompanying them.

“[Y/N]?” She whispered, unsure if she was actually awake.

“Hey, Lara,” came her raspy reply, a tired grin gracing her cracked lips.

Right away, Lara sprung up from her seat by the bed and leaned forward, capturing [Y/N] in a tight embrace. “Oh my god, I don’t–” She sniffled. Her leg lifted up, allowing her to sit beside the woman now practically cradling her in return. “You’re awake. You’re finally awake. I don’t believe it.”

She leaned back from the hug, cupping [Y/N]’s face in her hands and studying every little feature she could see. Sob after sob wracked through her body as she pressed a kiss to the wounded woman’s lips, only shifting back to pepper the rest of her face in similar kisses. “I thought I lost you,” she whispered after calming down enough to speak. Her voice trembled and broke more with each passing word, rambling about what she had feared.

“God, I love you so much.”

Again, she captured [Y/N]’s lips in her own, pure relief washing through her senses when she felt her kissing back. Weakly, the bandaged girl chuckled. “I love you too,” she rasped out.

Lara instantly leaned back into the embrace, clutching desperately at the hospital gown she rested against. She swayed side to side, shivering as [Y/N] soothingly rubbed up and down her back. She couldn’t begin to explain how she felt at that moment. All she could say was she was so relieved to know that the woman she held closest to her heart was alive and breathing.

“Can I ask you something?” A soft voice whispered. She leaned away again to look her in the eye. “Of course. Anything at all.”

“What happened after I was stabbed?”

Lara froze, now growing uncertain. “You don’t remember?” She sucked in a shaky breath when her only response was a shake of the head. Her gaze dropped down, unsure of where to start. She scratched the back of her neck anxiously, took another deep breath in an attempt to steel her nerves, then cleared her throat. “Well, I’m not really…”

She turned to glance behind her, ensuring no one else was in the room before she spoke again. There was no shame in what she had done–not for her–but she’d be torn away instantly if someone overheard. [Y/N] had just woken back up, and she wasn’t going to risk losing her all over again. Although, that still might be a possibility, depending on how she took the news.

She explained herself, sparing no detail of what she had committed in her blind rage. From wrestling with the soldiers to stabbing the captain of the team in both the chest and the throat, she confessed every little atrocity that had been brought about by her hands alone. As she spoke, she averted her eyes, too afraid of being gazed at with disgust. She focused on the pattern stitched into the bedsheets bundled up atop [Y/N]’s legs.

Finally, she managed to tear her eyes away from the sheets and look back into [Y/N]’s. She swallowed, surprised to see that familiar glint of admiration in her eyes. There was no sign of repulsion or discomfort at the heinous things she had admitted to. “You’re not mad?” Was all she could ask. [Y/N] snickered and shook her head.

“Are you kidding? Those asswipes beat the shit out of me, and one tried to kill me. I don’t exactly have sympathy for them after that.” Relieved, Lara sighed and grinned. It was a breath of fresh air to see her laugh again, even though it was rather weak.

She turned to sit next to [Y/N], who she then pulled into her side. With a quick peck to the top of the head, she closed her eyes and yawned. “Tired?” “Mmhm.” “Yeah, same.” Lara laughed, looking down at her in confusion. “You were in a coma for nearly three months. Why are you tired?” [Y/N] smirked and rolled her eyes. “I wasn’t willingly unconscious. Plus, my body just sucks,” she murmured, earning another chuckle.

“Well, I love your body,” Lara mumbled, tugging her closer. “Every bit of it.”

Waiting a moment, [Y/N] leaned against the brunette fully, her head dropping onto her shoulder as she closed her eyes. She grinned, listening to Lara yawn again before she shivered. “Move your legs for a second,” she whispered to the already half-asleep woman. “Hm?” “Move your legs.” “What? Why?” “So I can cover you up with the blankets.”

Lara seemed to take a moment to understand what she had said. Finally, though, she lifted her legs with a groan, letting [Y/N] slip the covers out from under her and essentially tuck her in beside her. Both sighed in relief: Lara from the warmth of the sheets and [Y/N] pressed against her, and [Y/N] from the feeling of Lara holding her close.

Lights had been turned off throughout the ward for a while, which both women were silently grateful for. As they shuffled to lie down more comfortably beneath the covers, everything seemed to settle down for the first time in months. Lara’s body finally relaxed, the lack of sleep from the past several weeks catching up to her at a rapid speed. She hummed softly as she turned onto her side, pulling [Y/N] into her chest.

“I’m never taking you on a trip like that again,” she slurred out. “At least, not until I know Trinity won’t be there.”

[Y/N] nodded as she listened, also partially asleep. She squirmed a bit, sliding closer while trying to mind her IV. As her head settled against Lara’s chest, she yawned. A moment passed before she spoke again.

“You do know the nurses are gonna come in any minute and realize I’m awake, right?” A groan sounded from Lara, prompting a snicker from [Y/N]. “I’m gonna crawl back into the bed again the second they leave. I just want you in my arms right now.”

“Well, either way, I want you to know that I could hear you for most of the time I was out. And I also want you to know that I plan on saying “I love you” as many times as you did before I woke up. I really do love you. I mean, you were right here the second I woke up, and I don’t know if you ever…” She thought for a moment, opening her eyes and looking up at Lara. “Did you ever leave the room?” Even as she fought to stay awake, Lara scratched her cheek nervously. “Only when I used the restroom. I was afraid I wouldn’t be here when you woke up.”

[Y/N] grinned. “Well, I’m glad you were here. I was worried you wouldn’t be here at all when I woke up. I figured you’d leave and head home, or maybe go back to the village we were at.” Gently yet reassuringly, Lara squeezed her closer. “I would never do that to you. You’re everything to me.”

“And you’re everything to me.”

Another yawn managed to escape the brunette’s lips. She pressed a small kiss to the top of [Y/N]’s head and sighed, already drifting off again. “I love you, so damn much. No one’s going to hurt what’s mine, never again.”

“I’m yours, huh?”

“Of course.”

A gentle smile graced [Y/N]’s features as she shuffled closer, pressing a kiss to Lara’s collarbone as her eyes fluttered shut.

“Of course I’m yours.”

#fluff #x reader #female reader #angst #tomb raider #rise of the tomb raider #shadow of the tomb raider #lara croft #lara croft x fem!reader #lara croft x reader #lara croft x female reader

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02sdoll · 3 years

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“i missed you, love”

lara croft x fem!reader

type : requested oneshot

tw : nsfw minors dni, slight teasing, strap-on, kitchen sex

a/n : //

you were watching netflix on your laptop, while waiting for lara to come back. she was on a expedition, sadly you couldn’t be with her cause this time she wasn’t sure if this one would be safe, so she decided to not brings you with her. you were in the kitchen, cooking something to eat for you ; you were dancing on one of your favourite song, moving your body with the rythm. but you didn’t heard the door that closed. lara had just come back from her expedition. when she passes through the door, she saw you in your bubble ; she stood against the door looking at you with a smirk.

as you turned around with your plate, you saw lara against the wall, which makes you jumped.

“wow, lara you scared me”. you said.

“you came back earlier from your expedition ! did you have find what you searched”. lara looks at you for a moment before approaching you.

“yes, you have no idea how much i missed you”. she suddenly said.

“me t-”.

you didn’t have the time to finished your phrase that lara took your face in her hands before kissing you passionately.

“i missed those lips too”. she said separating her lips from yours.

lara passed her hands under your shirt, to grab one of your breasts and pinching the nipple. the sudden sensation made you gasped. she separate her from you, only to start kissing your jaw, and then your neck, leaving some small hickeys. you could felt her breath becoming heavy against your neck. she knows how to find your sweet spots and she knows that the neck was one of them. you cannot help but letting a quiet moan out of your mouth.

as she start to go down, the adrenaline in you grow up. lara teased you by barely stroking your clit, but that's enough to makes you whine.

“lara please, just fuck me already”. you begged her.

"if you ask it so gently, love. but stay here for a minute". she said before leaving the room. you were so happy that she was here again. lost in your mind, you didn't noticed that lara was back with a strap-on, the one you use, he was black with a leather belt. lara put it around her waist, and look at you

"you ready, darling". she asked you. you simply nodded to her, unable to give a proper answer due to excitement.

lara pushed slowly the strap-on in you and do some small pushes to let you adjust to it. lara looks at you to search for your approuvment to continue thrusting in you. as long as you understand, you didn't wait long to nodded your head in agreement.

lara continue to slowly pounding into you, and you, you cannot stop moaning. you hadn’t saw her for one month now, and this reunion with her was perfect.

“you can’t imagine how much i missed you my love. everyday, i was thinking about you. and now, i’m here and i’m going to fuck you all day, love”. lara said before speeding up her thrusts on you.

you know how much the day will be long but full of love and pleasure

#lara croft smut #lara croft x reader #shadow of the tomb raider #tomb raider

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scarletnwidow · 3 years

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Destroyed

Part 1

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!reader (implied Natasha Romanoff x Fem!reader)

Warnings: mentions of murder, cussing

A/N: This is a more like an introduction part to the series, I intended it as angst, but with little fluffs here and there. I have no idea if this was good, I have no self-trust lol Also, I’m new to tumblr. I only created this account to be a silent reader, so this is my first attempt of writing a fanfic in this fandom :D

English also isn’t my first language, so I’m sorry if there was grammatical errors :p

Summary: You always thought that the best way to get revenge is to let them see you’re happy. You also thought that the best way to move on is to convince yourself that you’re okay until you no longer need any more convincing. You’re about to find out how effective it was.

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

To say the least, you are a master assassin. A rogue one, actually. You’ve spent almost 3 years of your life stealthily and effectively killing people, protecting people, and even delivering stuff you don’t give two fucks about for whoever gave you an attractive price.

You’ve used a lot of weapons in your life, but your preference would always fall on knives. Your best friend was literally your two black-purple karambit knives. You are an excellent marksman too, so as back-up, you always have two HK USP 9mm on your sides. Yes, Lara Croft’s dual pistols.

You’ve taken down CEOs, politicians, celebrities, and other big names in different industries without getting under the radar of some stupidly heroic organization or somebody capable of giving light to your existence. You were that good. You always managed to make every kill look like an accident or just a petty kill, not by someone as skilled and careful as you.

It helps that you’re a woman too. Every kill requires you to blend in and get ignored by your victims, at least in the sense of danger. In your line of work, nobody will suspect a woman of your looks could kill with her bare hands.

You loved the shadows, you didn’t want the entire world’s spotlight like the stupid ones the Avengers always targeted. Well, not that much anyway.

You absolutely enjoy when a few targets recognize you. A sense of pride courses through you when they utter your name(not actual) as they stare at you in horror(especially your total douchebag targets).

You may be a killer or a murderer, but you’re not a monster. You don’t just do your job as it is, like doing it just for the money—well, kinda. Before you kill somebody, you’ll always do your homework. Find out what the deal about this person is, what their work is, and why someone wants them dead. If you think they deserve it, you’ll definitely get the job done. If you think otherwise, you’ll punish your employer instead. Always making it look like you’ve done your job, but if they find out, they can’t track you anyway. No one could.

Your judgment on whether you should finish your target or not is purely based on your own morals. It might’ve crossed your mind once or twice that it’s not on your place to decide whether or not they get to live another day, but because of what you’ve been through, you thought it’s the least God or whoever’s up there watching could allow you to do. Again, a messed-up reason, but you stopped caring 3 years ago.

A few potential employers have offered you a job to take down an Avenger here and there(including Hydra). They’ve given you a very reasonable price for the job, offering to give more if you’ve done it painfully. That’s when you scrunch up your nose and laugh. “Damn, how much hate do you have for this person?” You often think before declining the job.

You don’t hate the Avengers, but you don’t like them either. You just…didn’t mind their existence you know? You have never directly crossed paths with any of the Avengers, their targets are much bigger than yours. But there was that one time you found yourself in combat with Natasha Romanoff.

She was alone on this mission, and you were glad because you’re already distracted by her mere presence alone. She was even more beautiful in person, the only Avenger you were curious enough to research about. You figured she was after the scientist you’re currently hired to protect.

Your job is to accompany this said scientist and to keep him in the land of the living. But as you fight with Romanoff, you realized she wasn’t there to kill the scientist. She kept glancing at the computers, you were just beginning to realize her intentions before she knocked you off of her and ran to get what she came for. By the time you got up, she was already retreating. You didn’t bother going after her, as it wasn’t part of the job, and you’re still starstruck. The scientist even yelled at you to follow her and get the flash drive back.

“Look, my job is to keep you alive, Einstein. I couldn’t care less about whatever your business is.” Then you just disappeared and went on your usual routine for the rest of the day.

You don’t wish to harm the Avengers. You kinda owe them your life and they also finished your job for you.

And you may or may not have a crush on their very own master assassin.

To make the long story short, your family was one of the many victims of the operations of an underground organization. Something about some sort of inhumane experiments that made you who you are. Also something about your DNA bonding with whatever the fuck they were experimenting on. You never got to find out because the Avengers already finished them all.

You also never bothered to try and find out, but you didn’t want them to know a test subject survived. Who the hell knows what’s gonna happen if they did? You didn’t want to be a lab rat again, or lose your freedom.

Your grief is also what made you who and what you are. You didn’t get to know who made you an orphan, and this job gives you the comfort that you’re avenging your family. Just like what you promised to your sister before she took her final breath. It was the only thing that helped you sleep through every night. The only thing that helped you accept what you are.

All your morals came from your grief, and those morals dictate your judgment. And so, here you are, living your best life as an assassin. You stopped worrying about what happened to you years ago and just decided to rip its benefits. You thought this is the most peaceful your life could ever get,

you have never been so wrong in your life.

*****

You were bored out of your mind. You also have no idea what you were supposed to do. You just received a wire transfer of a delicious amount on your account one morning with coordinates on the note. So you shrugged and made your way.

The place was gorgeous, a goddamn castle! If it weren’t for the guns and guards everywhere, you would’ve thought this was a tourist attraction. You caught a glimpse of a logo in the guards’ uniform. Hydra. You shrugged and made your way to the entrance.

You’ve worked for Hydra countless times before, even getting an offer to work for them full-time, but you refused. Hydra assumes you don’t have a single righteous bone on your body because of your records with them, so they didn’t mind just having your services on your own terms.

Because of this, Hydra goons are already aware of you. You have never, ever, showed your face to any of your clients. When a mission requires you to dress casually or get close to a target, you always made sure they won’t know it’s you. It’s just your preference, also the reason why no one has ever been able to track you. They may never know your face, but your suit, your mask, and your goggles gave it away.

A few guards spared a glance at you as you strode your way into the castle. When you got inside, you were just ushered to a busy room full of people bustling around. You furrowed your brows, walked up to the other corner of the room, and just sat down.

And here you were, having absolutely no idea why the fuck you’re here.

Not just a few moments later, you were beginning to contemplate about bailing whatever this job is. After your second time of telling yourself “No, I wouldn’t want to get on Hydra’s bad side,” everyone in the room froze as sounds of gunshots and several other loud noises in the distance came.

You got on your feet and looked at the window. You saw guards and tanks in the chaos below trying to form a defensive line or get into the battle. The first thing that came to your mind was the Avengers. There was no fucking doubt about that. Now, you’re sure that you were just gonna bail, thinking that you weren’t here to fight Hydra’s fight with the Avengers. No freaking way.

When you turned around to leave, you were met by striking green eyes, her face inches from yours, and your breath hitched. You’re pretty sure it’s because you were just startled, but you also didn’t dismiss that maybe it’s because she’s just drop-dead gorgeous.

The woman narrowed her eyes and tilted her head as she continued to stare at you like she’s seeing your eyes and boring through your soul. You started to feel your face heat up under her intense stare, and you internally patted yourself for always wearing a mask and goggles.

After a few moments of staring contest, she grabbed your hand and started to drag you after her. “You’re coming with me.” You didn’t have time to resist, as you’re now out of the room but seemingly headed up to another one. This room is a little different, dark and full of computers but you noticed some sort of prison encased with glass on the other side of the room. It’s split in two with single beds each.

“Ah, there you are! I hope you find our place charming, Ms. Reaper.” You turned to the owner of the voice, this must be your employer.

You scrunched up your nose at the nickname, not like they can see you do so anyway. Your connections and employers have been addressing you as Grim Reaper, you didn’t mind the title, not just because you don’t care but you also don’t have any better ideas to call yourself. So, you just let the word of mouth spread that you’re called Grim Reaper.

“What do you want me to do?” You asked the man as you unconsciously crossed your arms. He smiled and gestured to the brunette in front of you.

“You’re keeping her company.” When you turned to the woman, she was glaring at him.

“I don’t need a babysitter, Strucker.” Your eyes widened as you noticed her eyes have started to glow red. Who is this woman?

“That’s the Avengers, Wanda. You’ll need all the help you can get.” That’s when your head snaps up to him.

“Woah, hold on. I’m not here to fight with the Avengers.” You said incredulously. This is exactly why you were contemplating just leave earlier.

The man raised an eyebrow at you, “This is what you’re hired for, Reaper. Hydra expects utmost cooperation and loyalty from you.” He said as he proceeds to exit the room, leaving you gawking at him and very much annoyed.

You started to pace in the room, thinking of ways to get out of this mess. Wanda was silently watching you, she could feel your thoughts whirring, so she didn’t hesitate to hear them.

“Okay, how the fuck am I gonna get out of this?”

“Getting captured by the fucking Avengers definitely isn’t worth 20 million pounds!”

“Should I just ditch the pretty lady? Ugh.”

Wanda was startled by your latest thought that she abruptly stopped listening to your thoughts. She didn’t understand why, but she’s just so curious about you. She watched you for a few moments, frustration is evident in your features as you continue to debate whether to leave or stay.

You almost reached up behind your back to pull your goggles out in frustration when you meet Wanda’s eyes. She’s staring right at you again like you’re not wearing anything that prevents her eyes from seeing yours.

Your face heated up again when she sent you a smirk. “What, you scared of the Avengers? Didn’t know someone from Hydra is scared of them.” She said teasingly, still smirking at you.

You scoffed, “I’m not scared of them. I just value my freedom enough to know not to mess with them, sweetheart.”

“So, you just work with whoever gives you a decent paycheck? You take lives for money? Why do you even do this? or more importantly, for whom do you do all this?” She said as she slowly walked towards you until she’s right in front of you.

You chuckled. “If you’re asking about my motivation in this kind of work, they’re dead. Anything else?”

Wanda narrowed her eyes, “Mine’s dead too, except my brother who’s currently doing his part. Unlike you, we have goals.”

She proceeds to the door and opened it before turning back to you. “We don’t necessarily need to join the fight, just stick to me and my brother. You’ll walk out of here a free woman, Y/N.”

You froze in your spot. If you didn’t have your mask and goggles, Wanda would’ve seen the horror in your face. No one, as in no one, has ever called you by that for years. You almost forgot the sound of your own name. Wanda seems to sense your shock, as she sent another smirk your way before leaving the room.

Thankfully, you snapped out of your initial shock and followed the brunette. Vowing to work your ass up later to find everything about this woman. You were so intrigued by her, but your annoyance is clouding your curiosity.

Nobody has ever had the upper hand on you.

*****

A few weeks later

That was your first encounter with Wanda. You still couldn’t believe that in a span of just a few weeks, you are now an Avenger recruit.

You stayed true to your resolve. You did stick with the twins whichever side they’re on. Your gut is screaming all red flags on the psycho robot from the very first time. You aired your doubts to Wanda but she just glared at you, leaving you sighing at her intense hate on Stark.

You also have no idea why you didn’t just leave that whole fiasco. Your instincts that got you your reputation are seemingly still intact because your suspicions of Ultron turned out to be true. They sent all those red flags on Ultron but when it came to the twins, your nerves were seemingly calm that even seems to purr like a cat.

Oh, and your biggest secret is also out in the open now. That secret is your face and your name. If someone would tell you that you’ll be an Avenger a month ago, you’ll probably give them a literal Oscar award.

For some reason, you were a little nervous. Which is a big deal, because even with your missions, you never get nervous. You and Wanda are just waiting for Steve and Natasha with the other recruits.

Your eyes scan for the brunette and saw her sitting on the corner with her head in her hands. You tentatively walked up to her, clearing your throat to announce your presence. She glanced up at you and you noticed her eyes are red, but not the red you once saw when she’s using her powers.

She was crying.

You sat down beside her and softly nudged her shoulders with yours. You already know why she was crying. You’re with her when she felt the unfamiliar tug on her heart that means a part of her just left the world. Her twin.

You’ve held Wanda in your arms, having helped her corner Ultron and rip his metal heart out. You held her in the bus, feeling your own eyes sting as tears threatened to fall. It prompted you to rip your goggles out, you didn’t care anymore, a familiar but unwelcome sensation burning through your chest. Wanda looked up at you when she heard you sniff and throw something away. It was the first time she saw your y/e/c eyes, a similar pain evident in them.

The pain you see in Wanda’s eyes is the exact same pain you’ve experienced years ago. You let your tears fall as you stare into each other’s eyes, a silent agreement forming that you recognize each other’s pain. You know very well how fucking hard it is to deal with grief by yourself, so you’re not about to let Wanda go through all of its the stages alone.

She shoved her face into the crook of your neck as she cries, and you wrapped your arms tightly around her, holding her close.

Wanda gave you a small smile as she straightened up and wiped her tears. You gave her a sad smile in return, holding up your hand in support. She took it and intertwined your hands together, squeezing your hand softly as a sign of gratitude.

Wanda appreciates you. She actually expected you to bail on them even before Ultron appeared. She didn’t know why, and she was also shy to ask you about it. When things got even more complicated, such as her getting electrocuted by Barton, she was even more surprised to see that it was you who saved her. She was feeling an unfamiliar tug on her stomach, her face heating up as she realized she’s staring up at you.

Wanda is confused as to why she was feeling like this, she didn’t even know what you look like for god’s sake! When she was told to find someone in another room wearing a mask, she expected to find someone like them, an experiment Hydra created. When she first laid eyes on you, she immediately knew that you’re not a Hydra experiment. She was even more surprised and excited when she noticed you’re a woman.

Even so, she was thankful for your presence. It may not lessen the pain when she felt Pietro died, but coping up with it was easier because you were by her side. The raw emotion she saw in your eyes that day made her completely trust you. Again, she didn’t know why, but she trusts what she feels about you.

and of course, she’s not gonna tell you that.

*****

You didn’t feel the need of doing your research on Wanda. The two of you almost hung out every free time you could get. She tells you about her past, and you did the same.

She’s basically your best friend now. Considering the two of you were both the outsiders in the Avengers, you were practically attached to the hip.

In the months that follow, Wanda has your complete trust. She knows everything about you, including your little crush with a certain redhead.

Whenever your schedule would align with Natasha, Wanda never seems to let you have a peaceful day because she’ll throw teasing remarks here and there. Leaving you blushing profusely and the team sending you curious glances. Natasha was beginning to suspect what was happening, as she always catches Wanda’s gaze on her when she was teasing you. And you acting weird around her was only supporting her suspicions.

However, unbeknownst to the both of you, your playful banter is sending a different signal to the rest of the team. Wanda would say an incredibly vague statement, followed by you blushing, her sending you an annoying teasing smirk, and would end with you chasing her around the compound.

The rest of the team would often just roll their eyes and watch you both with amused smiles. Thinking you’re both shamelessly flirting…until the one time Wanda slipped an obvious clue.

*****

You woke up early that morning, which is surprising considering you don’t usually wake up before the sun comes out. You decided to just go and put caffeine on your body. When you reached the kitchen, you saw Wanda humming to herself as she cooks for breakfast.

She was wearing an apron, her hair in a messy bun. Absolutely beautiful.

You smiled and walked up to her. She already noticed you approaching when you hugged her from behind and peeked over her shoulder to see what she was cooking.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” she chuckles as she felt your arms around her waist. You just hummed in reply before untangling yourself to grab a cup.

After a few minutes, you were already enjoying your coffee when Wanda started to get plates for everyone. She glances at you and smirked,

“So when are you gonna ask her out?” she said as she was placing the food on the table. She can already feel you glaring at her so she sent another smirk when she looked up at you.

You playfully rolled your eyes at her, “can you please stop it already? I’m getting more nervous and uncomfortable around her.”

“Just try it! I can see her sending you small smiles every now and then.” Wanda enthusiastically wiggled her eyebrows at you.

You scoffed, “she’s gonna feel weird! I can barely hang out around her because of your constant teasing! I think the others are starting to catch up, they’re now smirking at me when you bring something up!” You said, rubbing your eyes with a groan.

The rest of the team are starting to come by to the kitchen, seemingly relieved to have breakfast cooked for them. After a few ‘good morning’s and compliments to Wanda’s cooking, you all ate your breakfast in comfortable silence.

That is, of course, until your best friend decided to embarrass you again.

“So, Y/N, where were we again? You, asking her out?” Wanda suddenly said, making you freeze in your spot. You felt your face heat up again as you glared at her, while she just sent you an innocent smile.

This caught the team’s attention, one by one they started to pitch in and tease you as well.

“Ooh, a girl, huh? Is she cute?” Tony said, smirking at you. You pinched the bridge of your nose. You’ll definitely kill Wanda later.

You’ve never discussed your sexuality with a lot of people before. Not that you have many people in your life until now. You’re not ashamed to let everyone know that you like women, you just don’t exactly announce it to everyone you meet.

“Ah, is she here with us?” Steve pitched in. And with this, the chorus of curious and teasing remarks arises.

“Oohhhh. I wonder who could that be?”

“It’s not like she has a lot of choices does she?”

Wanda raised her hands in defeat, “It’s definitely not me.” Yup, there it was. A stunned silence came the moment the words left Wanda’s lips. And it was followed by another chorus of laughter and a few pats on your shoulders left and right.

You internally face-palmed and begged the Earth. Holy shit. Please just eat me alive. You thought to yourself as you stare at the ground with your hands on your forehead.

Natasha was watching you, she finds it adorable that you’re literally sinking in your seat trying to hide your face from everyone. She looked at Wanda, your best friend was staring at you with a smile. But Natasha noticed that it doesn’t quite reach her eyes, she was giving you a sad smile.

*****

1 month later

The hype seems to lessen now, a few teasing smirks are still sent your way whenever you’re near Natasha. And the same goes for her. The redhead absolutely adores watching you get flustered around her. You’re not as awkward as you were a month ago, because Natasha seems to be patient with you and she never lets the air around you get uncomfortable.

Needless to say, you can no longer be a flustered mess when you’re alone with Natasha. And you can genuinely feel your crush towards her growing profusely. The redhead never talked to you about it. You know that she knew about your feelings, and sometimes you were sure she felt the same.

Little did you know, Natasha truly likes you, and the reason why she never confronted you about it is that she thinks your feelings aren’t all for her. And that she wanted to let you figure out what you want first.

*****

In the weeks that follow, Natasha would notice how Wanda glances at you whenever you’re together. Before Wanda started teasing you about her, movie nights would always include you curled up in Wanda’s arms, or Wanda curled up on yours.

Now, you were always sat beside Natasha, seemingly too shy to ask for cuddles. You would both settle with just occasionally leaning on each other’s shoulders throughout the entire movie. The redhead was comfortable with that, and it seemed like you were too.

Wanda’s gazes to you never escaped Natasha’s eyes during times like this. When you were so focused on the movie and your head on Natasha’s shoulder, she never misses the way Wanda’s eyes would sneak over to the both of you and her shoulders would visibly deflate as soon as she takes in your position.

The redhead can’t help but feel like she was stealing you, and you’re just letting her steal you. Of course, since day 1, Natasha would notice how you and Wanda would look at each other. You never look at her like that.

She was already watching you since the day you got recruited. She remembered you, the time she had an extraction mission and you were there. She was extremely impressed, you lasted a fight with her longer than Steve, and you weren’t even a super-soldier.

You never mentioned it to her so she figured you’re just embarrassed about it because there’s no way you wouldn’t remember her either.

Natasha was already thinking of confronting Wanda about it. Now that she did think about it, what is happening between the two of you was painfully obvious. Natasha didn’t know if you and Wanda are both oblivious about it or just…you.

She doesn’t know what’s really happening between you and Wanda, but she notices that Wanda is seemingly avoiding the both of you.

It doesn’t help that being the two master assassins and the stealthiest of the team, you would often get paired up in various complicated missions. Natasha never misses the way Wanda looks at you longingly as you’d tell her how the mission went.

Natasha finally decided to talk to the seemingly lesser oblivious party.

*****

You didn’t know what went wrong. Just last week, you’re in a good situation with Natasha. You guys hung out like always without a single breath of uncomfortable silence.

Now, it looks like she was mildly avoiding you. She would only send you smiles, not even cheek kisses every time you see each other at the compound like she used to. You didn’t want to dwell so much on it because you didn’t want to seem pushy, but you noticed how Natasha would limit her interactions with you.

It isn’t all bad though, now that your relationship with Wanda seemed to get back to how it used to be.

After you get comfortable with Natasha, you slowly noticed how Wanda started to withdraw herself from you. She would decline your offers to hang out, she no longer wants to cuddle, and she didn’t want to train with you anymore. She would just encourage you to talk to Steve and align your schedule with Natasha’s instead.

You’ve talked to her about it before, that just because you spend time with Natasha, doesn’t mean you won’t hang out with her anymore.

She’d only give you a smile with her eyes not having their usual glint and say she didn’t want Natasha to have the wrong impression.

You try not to dwell in the pang on your chest whenever she uses Natasha as an excuse not to be with you.

Now, you can’t help but feel bad that you’re more than happy looking at the silver lining rather than addressing the situation at hand.

Wanda has attached herself to you again, but you also can’t help but feel confused as to why Natasha is now the one avoiding you.

You’re in your best friend’s arms right now, watching one of her favorite sitcoms in her room. Her eyes are glued to the TV, her hand is absentmindedly playing with your hair. Your face is on the crook of her neck, her smell filling your nose that never failed to make you smile.

“Wanda?”

“Hmm?”

“I think Natasha’s avoiding me.” With this, the brunette glanced down at you and finds you already staring up at her. As she met your eyes, she does her best to calm her heart, afraid that you’ll hear how fast her heart is beating. She found herself mentally thanking Thor that the lights are off because otherwise, you’ll probably see how red her face is.

Damn. She’s so screwed.

Wanda wanted so badly to ask if it bothers you that much. But she decided to play it safe.

“Why would you say that?”

“Hmm. I just feel like she doesn’t want to hang out anymore. Oh my god, did I suffocate her?”

The worry in your tone is evident. And with that, Wanda’s face fall.

“D-Do you want to be with her?” Wanda’s eyes widened. She didn’t mean to blurt it out. Her panicked eyes glanced down at you, searching your face and dreading the answer to her question.

You were silent for a few moments, and Wanda had started to assume the worst possible answer.

“Eh, I don’t know. She’s giving me mixed signals the whole time.” You answered. Wanda breathes out the breath she didn’t realize she was holding. She just hummed in reply, and a comfortable silence settled between the two of you.

Wanda can’t help but frown at how casual your tone is like you didn’t mind at all. Your face is also emotionless like you were just talking about the most boring topic ever.

In truth, you really didn’t mind. The redhead never gave you a solid sign, so your mind just kinda never assumed. You’re also surprised that you weren’t too caught up about it, you guessed that maybe Natasha was just a simple crush.

More like Natasha was just more observant than you.

Wanda’s heart fluttered, she didn’t know why she suddenly got butterflies in her stomach but she can’t help it. Maybe there IS a chance? Wanda’s mind drifted to how you acted around Natasha. Of course, she’s always watching you, even if it feels like someone’s pinching her heart.

You never expressed the same affection to the redhead as you did with her. And she would also catch you staring at her when she refuses to sit with you at the dinner table. All these scenarios sprung up to her mind, a smile slowly making its way to her face.

Her heart is a hope-making machine.

and because of all that emotion, she blurted out,

“I love you.”

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judgementdaysunshine · 7 months

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Stay still

Pairing: Lara Croft x Fem reader

Description: After getting injured, Lara cauterizes your wound

Quiet whimpers and cries of pain could be heard in the forest as Lara carries you over her shoulder setting you down against a tree. You had gotten stabbed by a trinity guard and then impaled against a tree screaming as lara cuts at the tree until you were laid flat on your back with a small part of the branch still impaled in your body being dragged until you yell in pain as lara pulls the branch out before wrapping a cloth around your waist putting you on her shoulder until now in the forrest, your heart stops hearing the familiar click of the lighter and small crackle eyes widening when you see the flamed arrowhead moving to crawl away quietly crying making her feel guilty for what she knew had to be done to make sure you didn't get any infection or even die from blood loss as she grabs your leg slowly moving you back close to her "I'm sorry...you're gonna have to be still" you whimper begging her not to do it still being traumatized from seeing her do the same thing to herself awhile back in the plane. She looks at you with guilt and emotion before slowly turning and raising the arrow with shaky breaths taking a big breath noticing you trembling "Please stay still" you try but you couldn't help the physical shaking staring at the trees and a rabbit a few feet away before you scream in pain as the arrowhead is impaled in your open wound until she pulls it out just as fast after a few minutes shaking and sobbing in excruciating pain curling in a ball after crawling away from lara who tearfully watches you crawl away in fear feeling true remorse and guilt despite knowing she had to do it in order to save you and not take your body back home or leave you on the island for the animals or burning your body, she puts you on her shoulders meeting up with Reyes, Jonah, Sam, Alex, and Roth who were stunned by your state of quiet cries, pained whimpers, and trembling crawling away from everyone until jonah stops you cradling you in his arms "Hey hey it's okay" they are all horrified hearing you say a few things about what had happened before lara tells them everything leaving them absolutely changed, you stay right beside jonah and alex for the rest of the night and half of the next day until slowly as time passed you slowly started being around everyone again and knowing that lara only did it to help you but it still haunted you even after you started receiving therapy after getting of Yamatai.

#lara croft x reader #tomb raider #tomb raider x reader #lara croft

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mightyhemsworthy · 5 years

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SURVIVAL INSTINCTS (Jake Gyllenhaal x Reader)

Fandom: Jake Gyllenhaal x (fem!)Reader

Requested by: @cxxl-gall

The reader and Jake Gyllenhaal doing the Bear Grylls thing that he did/or something similar (2011) and they’re flirting throughout the day. When Bear makes 2 separate shelters, one for him and the other for the two ‘celebrities’, horny frustrations and attractions to each take its toll when they end up getting on with each other (off camera). - This is my first request EVER I'm so honored and happy! I LOVED WRITING THIS! I altered some things, but I hope you'll like it anyways!!

Word count: almost 3,5K.

Warnings: silly and dirty (also cringeworthy) jokes, insecurity (as always with my fics) and smut.

GIF: mine (from Man Vs. Wild, S07E01)

Author's note: I was watching the episode which he played in and I gathered some inspiration from it. I hope it is not messy and all over the place, I tried my best. Please keep in mind that English is not my native language so I'm sorry for any kind of mistakes. It’s a little bit cringy at the beginning but Bear with me (lol). If you have any ideas or wishes just let me know in an ask or something. I don’t promise that I’ll write them 100%, because I work but if I have the time and inspiration I definitely will!!❤️

Author’s note 2: I’m sorry for any kind of mistakes about the show, I’m not quite familiar with it.

Man Vs. Wild. Expect this time it's Woman & Men vs. Wild, starring with Y/N and Jake Gyllenhaal as special guests on Bear Grylls’ show's new season. This was the first time that a woman has been on the show, but this was a very well needed change.

However, as you looked down from the helicopter, you weren't sure this was a great idea anymore.

"Great, we're going to die," you said to Jake, as Bear was talking to the crew to get through some safety precautions as he did with the two of you a few minutes ago.

"Don't worry, I'll protect you," Jake breathed through his scarf, which was covering half of his face, making his blue eyes pop up which was just as beautiful as the Icelandic mountains, glaciers, and lakes which laid underneath you. It was a breathtaking sight; the country was truly dazzling and still kept its integrity during the age of climate change. You loved nature and adventures, that is why you wanted to be on this show with Jake, as you promote your new movie together. Even though you were quite reversed, you liked to try out new things once in a while.

"Yeah, sure," you answered to him, as the pilot started to take down the helicopter. "We'll see how much you can protect yourself first," you added sassily, which made him roll his eyes.

"You have a big mouth now, but I'm curious to see how you'll behave at the end of the day," he said loudly and you just started to chuckle.

"I always have a big mouth, but you couldn’t have known that," you said before you jumped to the ground, smiling under your jacket. Sadly, you couldn't see his reaction, but he was just staring at your back, taken aback with unreadable emotions on his face. Bear patted him on the shoulder as he said:

"I like her."

As a new movie comes out, sometimes it is required to pretend to have some tension between the actors as it was a great tool of marketing. Sometimes it is in the contract, sometimes it's not necessary. You and Jake didn't talk about anything like this with your manager, however, the tension between the two of you was there. Dirty jokes and unnoticeable flirtation were constantly present and even Bear mentioned it throughout the shooting.

"Jesus Christ, guys, I'll make a tent for the two of you and just get over with this because you're ruining my show," he said jokingly, but his words were honest.

Marching through mountains was the easy part of the expedition, however, things started to go downhill (literally) when Bear decided to march through a river... almost naked.

"Jake, you've down this before, right?" Grylls asked as he started to take off his beanie and jacket. You were just standing there, watching them. Even though you've pretended that you're a badass and though woman, underneath the layers there were lots of insecurities and doubts. You didn't want to get undressed before them, especially not in front of Jake.

"Yes, in 2011," he answered as he got off more and more layers. You were just still standing there, with your arms crossed.

Bear looked up at you, with concern in his eyes.

"What's wrong, Y/N?" he asked and at this point, Jake looked at you as well. He was shirtless, wearing his cargo pants and boots, but his chest was naked. The only thing which was still there is his chain, which made you insane.

He was flushed because of the cold, his hair was messy, his eyes were dilated as he looked at you. He was perfect and you were... well, you. Even though you were preparing for your role, you were never satisfied with how you looked. You always seemed to be anxious about your body, although you were perfect just the way you are. Jake thought the same, even when he said nothing.

"What should I take off?" you asked shyly looking at Bear as you were too afraid to look Jake in the eyes.

"Just the..." Grylls started but Jake cut him off.

"Well, everything if it's up to me," Jake said and suddenly all of your fear disappeared. The tension on your shoulders eased up as you started to unzip your jacket.

"In your dreams, Gyllenhaal," you shivered as the cold crept between the layers as you started to undress.

"Just the top layers," said finally Grylls, rolling his eyes as took his backpack. "I would advise removing your shirts and keeping only the bra if you're comfortable with that, but if not only till you reach your shirt," he added, and he turned away.

Jake looked at you, his eyes were filled with something which you could not understand. He was behaving so much different than he used to. You always joked, in and out of set, but lately, things started to get ... out of control.

Crossing each other’s arms, you started to march in the river. It was incredibly cold, waking up all of your senses. You were freezing, shivering and your teeth started to clench together as you were taking more and more distance.

"Nice and steady," added Bear as he guided the two of you towards the dry area. Jake's skin slightly brushed against yours. His touch was like fire against the icing cold water which was constantly licking your boots. You tried to focus on the road, but it was quite difficult as Jake radiated the heat next to you. You wanted to embrace his warmth, melting between his arms but that was just impossible to do.

“Nice and controlled”, he said again almost reaching the other end of the river. When you did, you released a breath you didn’t know you were holding. A sudden wave of relief washed you over as all of you started to dress up again to protect yourselves from the cold. You were out of breath as your body was given to these extreme situations, but you liked the experience so far. It was a nice day when you could enjoy the nature around you without thinking about the fast and stressful real life which was waiting for you.

The men next to you were groaning as they were dressing as well.

“How did you like it, Y/N?” Grylls asked and a smile pressed across your face.

“I loved it, I feel like a freaking Lara Croft and I love it!” you said excitedly, and Jake couldn’t notice how adorable you were with this enthusiasm. Your cheeks were flushed as well, which was a nice contrast to your “ordinary” skin. Your eyes were shining with so much joy that he wanted to see this moment till the rest of his life.

“Good,” Bear added. “The fun just only begins,” and oh boy, he was right…

He was also right when he said that he’ll make a tent just for the two of you.

“What’s this?” you asked kind of surprised as you saw two shelters built up quite far from each other.

“We’ll sleep here and the two of you’ll sleep there if that is okay,” he said, pointing to the other direction. Well, you wanted to protest but you knew that you didn’t have any chance, so you just nodded and started to walk into the other direction.

“Goodnight,” you said to them as the darkness started to lay down on your surroundings. Jake hasn’t followed you yet as he was talking to Bear about tomorrow’s schedule. You went to the tent which was quite big, so you had plenty of places to arrange your stuff. You laid down your sleeping bag, as well as the night lamp. Switching it on, it gave the tent a nice feeling, pulsating warmth from the bulb. You took down your cap as well as your jacket, laying in your t-shirt and jeans as you took out two blankets to wrap yourself in.

You’ve just laid there, watching the shadows through the tent as you were thinking about the actions which happened that day. Gosh, you were so frustrated and… aroused. Which was slightly absurd in this situation, but you’ve just couldn’t help yourself. You were thinking about Jake’s bare, slightly hairy chest, which was decorated by his necklace. His plumped lips, his rosy cheeks, his beard…

Your thoughts were interrupted by the man himself, unzipping the front of the tent, letting himself in. He smiled as he laid beside you, taking off his beanie and parka as you did a few minutes ago.

“What a day,” he breathed. You tried to fight the urge to turn towards him. Your whole body was aching, you wanted to turn around and touch him, wanted to feel him, his touch, his warmth, his… “Are you okay?” he asked worriedly. You left out a breath.

“Yes, sure,” you swallowed as he was moving behind you. “What about you?” you asked back.

“I’m fine,” he said curtly and that was it. The two of you didn’t speak for a few minutes, that is when you decided to switch off the light and try to get some sleep.

But sleep didn’t welcome you. It didn’t want to embrace you like Jake’s arms wanted. You turned a little bit to lay on your back, but in this way, the cold from the ground started to wrap around you more and more. You were sure that you won’t get any rest today, so you huffed out the breath in frustration.

“What’s wrong?” Jake asked, his voice was kind of sleepy and hoarse which made your current feelings worse. You never knew you would fall this hard for this man, but things just happened. From the moment you’ve seen him on set, he turned your world upside down and it was very difficult to admit it.

“I can’t sleep,” you answered, he didn’t say anything, but his fingers slowly reached for yours. He started to caress the back of your hand with his fingertips to ease you up a little bit, but your whole body was tensed up and cold.

“You’re freezing, Y/N,” he said softly taking your whole palm into his hands, rubbing it lightly to give some life back to them. The sudden sensation felt so good, that your whole body and core started to throb for more. “I can make you warm if you would like,” he offered, and you were grateful that you were laying as your whole body buckled.

“Yeah, sure, why not,” you breathed out, swallowing hard the knot which was filling your throat. You turned back to your side, as he lifted your blankets and pressed his whole body against your back. You tried to bite back a moan at the sudden heat and his touch, trying to keep your eyes shut as he softly started to rub your shoulders and hands to make them warmer.

He caressed them for a few minutes when he suddenly pressed a soft kiss to the nape of your neck. Your whole body shivered as his beard scraped you, making you tickle. You started to giggle at the feeling, moving between his arms which were now wrapped around your whole body, keeping you steady.

“Jake,” you whispered, as he pressed another kiss, making you shiver and filling you up with heat at the same time. Now, all of your senses were awake, and they were on fire. Your whole body was boiling with desire and lust, it was really hard not to turn around and kiss him desperately. “What are you doing?” your voice was rough.

“Keeping you warm,” he answered and chuckled into the crock of your neck, burying his head in it. This felt so right and so wrong at the same time. “I can stop if you don’t want it,” he offered and oh boy, you didn’t want to stop. But you had questions.

“Is this because of this day?” you asked, and he suddenly stopped his actions, listening to you. “Or you…” you didn’t know how to ask it, but you wanted to know if there is more than sexual tension between the two of you.

“What do you mean?” he asked softly, his breath stroked your neck making you shiver.

“You just want sex from me?” you asked, and you could feel that his whole body tensed up behind you.

After a few seconds, he finally answered.

“Yes, I mean, no…” he said as he elbowed up to see your face better in the darkness. “Currently yes, I would really like to have sex with you, but not just because of today,” he said and slightly grabbed your chin to make him look at you. “I want you, not just now but from now on,” your heart started to beat faster at his words, pumping against your ribcage harder than before. “I wanted you from the first day of the set but today, I’ve lost my goddamn mind today and I don’t want to hold it back anymore,” he whispered and that is what you needed. He leaned closer to you, his half body was still pressed against you and you could feel his hardening member which was painfully squeezed between the two of you.

“I know,” you finally breathed. “Today was something new,” you added and he nodded in the dark, cutting the distance more and more between the two of you. “You said,” you started. “That you want to keep me warm.”

“Yeees,” he said.

“You’re on the right track,” you chuckled and that is what he needed. He pressed his lips against yours.

The two of you were in a very intimate position, your body was brushing against his, but you turned your head to the side to have better access for him, while he hazily rested his fingers on your neck as he started to conquer your mouth more and more. He was an amazing kisser, needless to say. You lifted your hands, racing through his hair while he slowly rolled his tongue against yours, lowering his hands till he reached your jeans.

He was such a tease, moving incredibly slowly which made you impatient and lose your mind. He started to rub your clit through the fabric, which made you arch your back more which so delicately rubbed against his cock.

“Jake,” you moaned between kisses when he grabbed your waist and turned you, so now you laid on your back. He climbed on top of you, looking at you as you were laying underneath him. He liked this sight and he couldn’t wait to get use to it.

He moved painfully slow, removing your jeans and boots, to expose your wet underwear to him. He did not say anything, he did not have to as the moan which escaped from his mouth told more than words. He didn’t want you to get cold, so as he positioned between your legs, he arranged the blankets to make you feel warm. He couldn’t wait to taste you, but he wanted to torture you a little bit before that.

He started to give small kisses to your thighs, dangerously close to your wet folds. Your whole body started to shake and getting hot at the same time. You could feel that your icy limbs started to warm up, scorching through your whole body as he was kissing you. You slightly grabbed his hair, trying to get him closer to your core but he resisted.

“Wow, you can’t wait,” he started to laugh at your reaction, but he liked to see this vulnerable side of you.

“Can you blame me?” you asked him.

“No, but this what I like to see, Miss L/N” he breathed. “You’re such a mess for me,” he growled while he raced his mouth and nose through your flesh. You arched your back, wanting some kind of friction to ease your tension but he stopped again.

“Jake…” you muttered now, kind of angrily and he just chuckled at how impatient you were.

“Alright, alright…” he said, suddenly pushing your panties aside while he dug his finger into you. The movement was so quick and unexpected that your walls already clenched around him.

“Fuck, you’re so tight” he purred, while with his other hand he started to massage your clit finally giving the feeling what you’ve needed.

He dug now two fingers into you while he replaced his other hand with his tongue, tasting your juices which were now all over him. His beard started to tickle you as he was eating you out, but it made the whole situation even better. You were truly a mess underneath him, but you did not care. Your whole body was now on fire and it was really difficult to imagine that the two of you were in a tent in the middle of the cold Icelandic territory.

He made you feel so good that you wanted him inside of you. Just by imagining it - as well he was fucking you with his fingers mercilessly - you orgasm hit you so powerfully that you cried out his name as you were grabbing his hair as well. He licked you through your orgasm, never stopping. Your eyes rolled back as you give yourself to the sensation. Your vision faded and you couldn’t stop saying his name over and over again. He liked it hearing from your mouth and he liked that he did this to you, providing you all the emotions which made you weak and a good girl for him.

You did not notice how he stopped and looked at you, while he sucked your cum off his fingers. He looked straight into your eyes while doing it and it made him so hot that you wanted to taste yourself on him. Like he was reading your mind, he bent down to give you a heated kiss, conquering your mouth, sliding his tongue inside of it to interlace his with yours. Your taste which interfered with his tasted so good, that you wanted him being inside you as fast as possible.

He kissed you roughly, while he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down his briefs a little bit. He pumped himself a few times and made his way towards your entrance, between your legs. You couldn’t react anything else as he slid into you, making your whole world tremble. It took a few seconds to adjust to his size, but you assumed you felt as good as he did to you. He buried his head into the crock of your neck, while he pinned your wrist beside your head. You hooked your legs around him, pushing him further and deeper into you. He rewarded you with a muffled sound, trying not to cum on the spot because of how goodly you took him. You were the perfect amount of wet and tight which he started to fuck, losing his mind.

“Fuck, babe,” he moaned as he tilted a little bit to the side, grabbing your thighs to penetrate you from a different and a deeper angle. The pool of pleasure started to grow in your belly again, while he hit you all the right places steadily and fast.

“Fuck,” you cried out as well. Maybe your moans and screams could have been heard from the other tent, but you just couldn’t care. And it seemed that it turned Jake on ever more than he already was.

He was looking at you if you were a goddess. He didn’t want to hurt you, but he squeezed your thigh and ass harder as he was approaching his pleasure as well, leaving imprints all over your body. The burn in your belly started to spread and you reached your high once again as you shattered into ten million pieces. After a few seconds, he followed you as well, feeling his cock pulsating inside of you as he brushed the softest kiss of the night to your lips.

It was so sweet and gentle that you could truly melt underneath him at this point. You tried to recollect yourself, reach for your breath and make it steady as sudden sweat took over your body, beaming through the whole tent.

“I’m warmed up now,” you whispered, and he started to chuckle.

“I hope so, but we’re just only getting started,” he said and pressed another kiss to your lips.

Your way home was quite uncomfortable, to say the least. You were cold, your whole body hurt, and you were tired. You just couldn’t wait to reach home and sleep till tomorrow.

“So, guys,” Bear started as the three of you headed to the helicopter. “How did you sleep last night?” he asked, something lingering in his voice as he did so.

“Well, I didn’t get much sleep last night,” you answered, looking to the side where Jake was marching beside you. The two of you exchanged some looks and smirks when Grylls said:

“I bet that. I bet.”

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You Were Beautiful

Alright OGs, last one before my small ass hiatus.

Requested by @leefelex

Pairing: Seo Changbin X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff-ish? In which (y/n) is a major tomboy with a mad crush on Binnie

Crop-hoodies and tight leggings were never your first choice of clothing. Heck, they were never even your last choice.

So called 'tomboys' always wore them. You preferred actual tomboy clothing over the ones you were wearing right now. Like big sweatpants and a baggy shirt with the name of a rock band on it.

So why were you going out of your comfort zone today?

For the longest time, as long as you could remember, you've had a major crush on your friend's brother, Changbin. He'd always hang around when you were over at her place and you've gamed together a couple of times as well - online of course.

Seeming as how he liked to talk to you about such things, you had a small glimpse of hope that maybe he returned the feelings you had for him in the slightest.

You had kept your secret in check, hidden deep under your baggy shirts - just like your boobs were, but had an unfortunate slip-up to your friend during your last sleepover.

Jinnie was Changbin's little sister and practically your best friend since what? Middle-school maybe?

The polar difference between the two of you often had mislead people into thinking you were a lesbian couple, with you being the more male-biased partner, but thankfully, she never let that bother her the way you thought it would.

While being a big fan of bikinis and short skirts, Jinnie was never one to cower under pressure or embarrassment. So when her exes, who were mostly senior boys at high school, would tease her - not bullying exactly - about your assumed relationship, she would stand tall, proud and bite back,

"At least she can make me finish in bed".

You almost lost it that day, breaking into a fit of laughter when the two of you left the building hand in hand.

Despite your mutual interest in men and not women, Jinnie and you had fooled around a few times after drunk parties - but that was in college when she wanted to see for herself what the 'lesbian life' - as she put it, had in store.

So back to your crop hoodie and tight black leggings with three white stripes running down each side - why?

A couple of days after your slip-up to Jinnie, she had started investigating into her brother more to find out if he had anything mutual going on for you. She was extremely supportive of it - like you expected her to be.

Then she broke down the 411 of what she had overheard during a conversation between Changbin and one of his friends that was almost equally as attractive (in you eyes nobody could overpower Changbin), called Jisung.

The two had been bickering and teasing each other while playing an intense game of mortal combat when Changbin had mentioned you - really loud too.

Then Jisung had teased him about it - all, "falling for her and her gaming skills", to which Changbin had responded,

"I see her more as a gaming bestie, you feel me? Cause I dunno, her being my sister's best friend might make it awkward".

You replayed the apparent words that left Jinnie's mouth.

So he sees you as a dude? That's just great.

Not even a week had gone by since the eavesdropping and Changbin had sent you an e-mail.

What are we? In the 60s?

You opened it up to reveal an attachment - an invitation to a gaming tournament where you could meet all the YouTubers who game. So like comic-con with gaming.

At first you typed in an entire paragraph, apologizing for not being able to make it due to 'other plans' but you reconsidered before hitting send.

If a gamer is what he saw you as, then you could impress him with something he likes about you.

However, the cargo pants and big t-shirts weren't gonna cut it - you considered this invitation as more of a date and decided, for once in your damn life, to dress up for the boy. He deserved it after having to see you only hidden under layers of clothing for so many years.

So here you were, seated quietly on Jin's bed while she swiped on your mascara for you after you accidently pricked your eye with the bristles the first time.

Nothing too major had been changed, other than mascara, and after careful consideration, some highlight. No foundation and no eyeshadow or even lipstick. You settled for your green-apple chapstick instead.

You wouldn't say it was a life-changing moment for you because it's not like you were looking at someone new, but when you glimpsed at the mirror a few seconds later, you felt pretty.

That's something you haven't felt in a while.

All the insecurities that you had hidden under your big clothing were stripped away to reveal, what you felt were, your flaws.

"I'd smash", Jin nodded in approval with a duck face while walking in circles around you, "also who knew you had such a nice butt".

You groaned in embarrassment when she poked at your buttcheek.

"Okay okay, now go get your man sis", she cheered on quietly while I descended the stairs to the living room where Changbin was on the couch, scrolling mindlessly through his phone.

"We're all ready", you almost whisper, shyly and he looks up from the screen.

To say in the least, Changbin was surprised - when he had asked you to accompany him to GAME-CON, he hadn't expected a full on snack to give him a slight arousal.

He has assumed you would wear your usual baggy stuff, which he low-key found adorable - but unlike you, would never let it slip up to anybody.

"Hey, you" he chuckled nervously attempting to establish a more comfortable aura, "Have you seen (y/n) anywhere?" He joked and you socked his shoulder lightly.

"Alright then, let's get it"

~•

GAME-CON had been an absolute pleasure, especially with fucking Seo Changbin next to you, brushing his arm against yours occasionally or pulling you by the hand to go see something exciting.

The thrill of having the boy right there enhanced the experience so much more than it originally was.

While Changbin was in the restroom, you watched a cute couple playing together. The girl kept squealing whenever there was blood on the small computer screen and she'd cling onto the boy's arm.

Is this what men want?

When Changbin came back, only one gaming booth was available so you agreed to take turns trying out the newest unreleased updates.

The first game he played was the new and improved Tomb Raider.

To be honest, it was quite more violent than you expected so you started to try out the things that the other girl had been doing.

You scooched closer to Changbin and his determined face showed no sign of him noticing, even though the boy was burning with desire underneath his demeanour.

During the storyline in which Lara Croft cuts the neck of an enemy and blood spurts out, you throw away your pride and let out an awkward mid-high pitch squeal and tug of Changbin's arm ever so lightly.

He gives you an odd look but continues to watch.

After this repeats a few times, Changbin exits the game and takes your hand, leading you towards the closest Cafeteria.

"Okay what's up?" He asks you suspiciously and you feel yourself heat up.

"Nothing is up, I just felt a little frightened is all".

Changbin scoffed, not in a mean way, and stated proudly,

"(Y/n), you play Mortal Combat and Splinter Cell every weekend with me and you don't even flinch, what's going on?"

You let out a defeated sigh and confess,

"I just- wanted you to stop seeing me as just a dude-girl and more of a girl who is -"

"Girly?" He cut you off.

You looked down at the marble table-top, tracing your fingers silently a long the cracked pattern.

Changbin stops your ever-wandering hands when he cups them in his relatively larger ones.

"Tell me, (y/n), despite me appreciating how boyish you are - and maybe teasing you about how tough you look when you play, have I ever, asked you to stop doing it? Have I ever asked you to stop being macho and just so chill?"

You shook your head no and he sighed, bringing one hand up to lift your chin.

"And you know why I haven't? Because I like how interesting you are. I like how intense you are with gaming. I like that you don't really put an effort into your clothes but still end up looking so cute".

You blushed at his comment, expecting it to stop there but he kept going.

"You were always beautiful and you still are - and frankly, if you were a boy, you'd be the cutest one out there".

You were currently dumbfounded as you tried to find the right sentence fragments to piece together in a situation as such.

"I like who you are, completely as you are - and even though this outfit, out of the blue, made me feel things, I like everything about you, whether it's with clothes or without", he said smirking at the last part and you did the only thing that came to mind, swatting his hand away playfully.

"Let's get something to eat, I'm starving", you broke the obligatory silence and Changbin appreciated you reverting back to your original self.

"Whatever you want, boyfriend", he chuckled as you gasped in playful offence, almost tackling him to the ground then and there.

Maybe nothing was official as of yet and maybe that was okay.

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