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imyourbratzdoll · 9 months

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𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚

🕊️a whore's fairytale masterlist🕊️

summary - poor little sleeping beauty (you) has a tough day, from finding out who she really is, and falling into a deep slumber. is the prince able to awaken her?

warning - smut, somnophilia, dubcon (all my characters consent), choking, spitting kink, swearing, creampie, breeding kink, wife kink, kidnapping, cursed.

18+ only please, the gif and headers I use aren't mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

You were shocked to learn the truth, finding out you were a princess and that your real name wasn’t Briar Rose, you were told your parents had named you Y/n and that they had to send you off with the fairies because a woman named Maleficent cursed you. You had to take a few moments to collect yourself, learning that they were to take you back on your eighteenth birthday, which meant you were due to leave your home any moment now to go back to where your family supposedly lived.

As the four of you began to head off, your mind was full, thinking about your family, the curse, and the man you had met earlier that day. Oh, he was so handsome. You were saddened to hear the news that you were to be betrothed the moment you got to the castle. You didn’t want to be married off to a man you did not know. It didn’t sit right with you. Maybe if you spoke to your parents, they would understand and let you be with the man in the woods.

After the long walk, you had finally arrived at the palace, staring up at it with wide eyes, gobsmacked at the sheer size of it. The guards moved out of the way as you walked closer to the entrance, letting you in. Your blue dress that the fairies made as a birthday present clung to your body with each step. Small hands touched your arm, causing you to look down at Fauna. “We will have to leave you for a bit, my dear. We have some business to attend to before you are able to meet your parents.”

You give a soft smile. “That is alright, Fauna. I’ll be okay.” You assure them, watching as they leave. You begin to look around, admiring the artwork that litters the walls. Suddenly, a wisp of light appears in front of you. Your mind starts to go fuzzy as it pulls you into a trance, and your legs begin to follow as the light moves away from you, leading you toward a secret panel that opens when you are near. You walk up the winding staircase and into the hidden room.

Maleficent’s voice fills the room, coaxing you. “Touch the spindle! Touch it, I say!” Her command fills your ears, taking over your mind, and you have no choice but to obey. Your mind had taken over your legs, causing you to walk over to it. Your hand lifts, finger pointed, before a soft gasp escapes you when the spindle pricks your finger, causing it to bleed. You fall, eyes slipping closed into a deep slumber, not knowing of the dangers that lie ahead. Maleficent cackles as she appears over your unconscious body. “Oh, what a dumb girl.” She smirks as she spies into your mind and sees you dreaming of a man. “Hmm, if you want that man so badly, I guess I could give him to you.”

It was too late when the fairies realised what had happened. They looked at each other with wide eyes. They quickly become their former selves, allowing their wings and magic to take over and lead them to where you are. They would never have expected to be met with you, knocked out into a deep slumber with the one who cursed you standing above you in the same room. Their hearts race as Maleficent looks at the three with a deadly smirk, knowing they wouldn’t be strong enough to stop her.

“The three fairies! Flora, Fauna and…” Maleficent cocks her head to the side, “Merryweather, I’m guessing?” She waves her hand, scoffing. “Oh, well. I don’t care. I assume you came to get your girl? It is a shame. She would’ve done some good for the world.” She reaches down, running her fingers through your hair. “But, I’m willing to show the princess that the world isn’t so good and colourful. Goodbye.” With a wave of Maleficent’s hand, you and she disappear, causing the fairies to set off in a panic, frightened to tell your father, the king, the news.

Maleficent lays you on a soft bed, watching you as you sleep. “M–Maleficent, my queen. T–the prince, we found him…” She turns, raising a brow, waiting for her henchman to spit it out. “It seems he is waiting for the princess at the cabin, h–he seems impatient.”

“Hmm, that sounds perfect. Bring him to me!” She waves her hand before looking down at you. “You’re going to have so much fun, little one, and instead of true love’s kiss.” She scrunches her nose as those words leave her lips, not believing in such a thing. “Let’s make it something more… Extreme.” A dark grin appears on her face, knowing what the prince would do once he saw you. Her crow told her how the two of you got along in the woods and how the man couldn’t stop staring at your soft breasts and plump arse.

Ransom struggled against the henchmen, growling and swearing as they dragged him along. “Get your filthy paws off me! I’ll kill you for touching me! Don’t you know who I am!” The henchmen just shrug and huff, not caring. One of them grabs a cloth and stuffs it into the young prince’s mouth, wanting some quiet. They finally make it up to the room you are held in, throwing Ransom inside.

“Ah, finally.” Maleficent walks over, tilting his head up with her finger underneath his chin. “Hmm, you are quite handsome.” Her eyes drag across his face, getting what you see in him. Ransom’s brows furrow, unable to speak with the cloth in his mouth, his eyes fall upon your sleeping form, and he begins to wonder what the hell is happening. “But, you are not for me… Princess Y/n continues to think of you, and as you can see, she is currently in a deep slumber.” Maleficent leans closer to his ear, whispering. “Why don’t you find a way to wake her up.” She cackles as she straightens and waves her hand, disappearing in a puff of smoke.

His binds and cloth disappearing along with her, Ransom grumbles, shaking his head. “Fucking witches.” He stands, brushing off his clothes, and his head lifts as he peers at you, eyes drifting down your body. “Huh, so you’re the princess I’m meant to marry.” He walks close, tapping the blanket with the tip of his fingers. “I was ready to fuck you as a mere peasant girl, but knowing that you are much more, it’s so much better.”

It’s as though your body knows he is near. Your nipples harden and slick gathers between your thighs, your dreams turning sexual and dirty. You shift in your sleep, letting out a soft whimper as you dream of the handsome man in the woods, bending you over the log and thrusting into your tight cunt.

Ransom smirks as he watches you squirm. His cock hardens when he hears soft whimpers escape you. “Fuck, sweetheart. You sound so good, and I haven’t even touched you yet.” He strips from his clothes, sighing as his cock springs free from his slacks, no longer feeling tight and suffocated. Ransom pulls the blanket away from your body, his cock twitching when his gaze lands on your dress, wondering if it could get any tighter. He slowly gets onto the bed and crawls on top of you, lifting your dress higher as he moves up your body. “So beautiful, and all mine.” He pampers you with kisses, kissing up your body until he reaches your face.

Ransom groans when his leaking member connects with your bare cunt, and he grips his thick base, rubbing his swollen tip through your sopping folds. “Jesus, you’re so wet, sweetheart. What or who is making you so wet?” He raises his brow in jealousy, wondering who you could be dreaming of when he is here for you. “You know what? If you’re going to be a little slut in your dreams. Then I’m going to treat you like one.” Ransom growls, sick of competing with someone else when you should only be focused on him. He aligns his mushroom tip with your tight hole before thrusting in. His eyes close as he grunts, never having felt someone like you before.

Sweet moans pass your lips, dreaming of the handsome man in the woods gently lying you onto a blanket on the ground, pressing his hips into yours as he buries himself deeply into you, making love to you, marking your skin with his hands and lips. Your back arches in your dreams, arms wrapping around him, nails digging into his back.

Ransom moans, “Fuck, fuck, fuck! Shit, sweetheart, you’re squeezing me so fucking tight. You’re sweet walls are fluttering around me like crazy.” He buries his face into your neck, peppering kisses along your skin and thrusting harder and faster into your sweet honey pot. “My sweet little sleeping beauty.” Getting lost in how good you feel around his member, he hastily grabs a pillow and shoves it under your hips before gripping them, giving him leverage. “When you wake, I’ll continue to fuck you. I’ll fuck you every day, even after you become my wife. I’ll pump you full every single day and night. You won’t think of looking at another man when you have me.”

He nuzzles closer to you, pounding harder as he kisses your cheek, moving closer to your lips, his eyes slipping closed, enjoying the feeling of you wrapped around him. “You’re mine, my sweet Y/n. All mine.” The moment his lips connect with yours, magic explodes around the two of you. Your eyes fly open, arms wrapping around him and your back arches. Ransom smirks, tilting his head back as he looks down at you with hooded eyes. “Ah, my sweet little sleeping beauty is finally awake. Do you feel that, sweetheart? Do you feel me inside you? Fucking into you, claiming you?” He fucks into you deeper, hitting against the hidden spot inside you. Ransom cups your cheek, glaring down at you with lust-filled eyes. His thumb lands on your bottom lip, pulling your mouth open. “You’re mine, understood?”

You whimper, feeling yourself throb around his cock, never having experienced pleasure like this before. Your mind is cloudy, being pulled from your dream to see it come true with the man you’ve fallen for. You claw at his back, digging your nails into his soft flesh. “O–oh, it feels so good, my prince!” You scream, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as he continues to pound into that spot, allowing Ransom to spit directly into your mouth, smirking as you immediately swallow.

Ransom moves his hand between you, rubbing and rolling your swollen clit between his fingers. Enjoying the feeling of you squeezing his thick cock, he continues to pound into you, the hand that cups your cheek, moves to your throat and squeezes. “You’re going to cum for me, sleeping beauty, and then. I will pump you so full of my cum that it leaks out of you for months.” Your sweet moans fill the room, walls tighten around Ransom, your back arches, and you cum, your juices squirt out of you, covering everything. “Fuck, sweetheart.”

He captures your lips with his, thrusting harder and deeper until his cock twitches and his eyes slip closed. Ransom groans when his end approaches, burying himself deep inside you and emptying thick spurts of cum, coating your walls and filling you to the brim. He begins kissing down, resting on your neck, leaving soft kisses in his path. “My sweet little sleeping beauty.” Ransom lifts his head and stares deeply into your eyes, his softening cock still deep inside you, blocking his cum from leaking out. “You’re now mine forever.”

You hum, feeling your eyes begin to droop again. You would later learn not to fall in love with the first handsome man you laid your eyes upon.

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imtryingbuck · 7 months

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I'm sorry

~ gif not mine credit to owner ~

I’m sorry.

Summary: Readers the daughter of Tony Stark.

Word count: 1091

Warning: Angst, I’m sorry. Tony’s not a good dad – again im sorry. Death.

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Being the product of a one night stand was something I was always embarrassed about. It was one night, one night he spent with a woman he barely knew or remembered the name of and nine months later I was born. When I was 6 my mum married a man who after a year gave her the ultimatum, me or him. She chose him so I had to go and live with a man I met a couple of times. I loved it at first but slowly became numb to living with him. Being the daughter of Tony Starks greatest mistake was bittersweet.

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“For God sake Y/N stop asking! You know I won’t be able to. I’m busy”

“I-Im sor-“

“Get out!”

“Tony don’t shout please I’ve got a headache”

“Sorry Pep”

I ran back to my room with tears rolling down my cheeks. All I wanted was him to come to my school to watch the play I was in.

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“Dad can-“

“Not now pumpkin I’m busy with Pepper”

“Bu-“

“No Y/N this is important. Go and bother Nat or Wanda”

Dejected I went back to my room to blow out the candles neatly placed on my own birthday cake I had made.

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“H-hi dad I was wondering if you could come to my class to tal-?”

“I can’t pumpkin I’m going to be busy”

“O-oh okay”

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“Dad can you come to my lacrosse game next week? I’ll be starting”

“Of course pumpkin, wouldn’t miss it”

“R-r-really?”

“Umhuh”

The night of the game I was ecstatic, at the start of the game he hadn’t arrived but put it down to him finding somewhere to park. I’d won the final goal, I wasn’t even bothered by my teams’ reactions, I just wanted to see my dad’s. Turns out he was busy having dinner with the team.

I gave up trying to get my dads attention after that.

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Pacing the hallway of his office I gathered all the courage I could muster to raise my hand and knock on the door.

“Come in”

“Hi dad I was just wondering if me and you could go to this new restaurant in town, and well you see I need to talk to you about something important” I rushed out before he could interrupt which is something he loves to do with me.

“Slow down pumpkin, when?” He chuckles.

“Tonight, if possible?”

“Of course darling”

“O-oh okay meet you outside common room at 6?”

“I’ll be there”

For the rest of the day I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face. I cleaned my room, showed and got dressed. I made my way to the common room where I came to a halt.

“Going out with the family to have a lovely dinner at the new restaurant in town” Tony’s face was bright as he looked at Pepper, Peter and Morgan.

I was standing there watching them go into the elevator, frozen. I could feel eyes on me and that’s when I looked to see the Avengers looking at me with pity in their eyes. Before anyone could say anything, I turned on my heels and walked back to my room. I’m ashamed to admit I cried.

Months had gone by with little to no interaction with my father, the times we did talk it was awkward and uncomfortable for the both of us.

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“-I’m really sorry Miss Stark-“ the doctors lips continued to move but it felt like I was under water and his words were muffled, I simply nodded along. Scrambling out of the chair I made a beeline towards the entrance of the hospital desperately needing fresh air. I tried ringing my dad but to no surprise he didn’t answer.

Numbly walking back to the tower, the realisation of how alone I truly was hit hard. And with the truth swarming around my head, I just couldn’t hold the tears at bay anymore. Maybe an hour had past when I finally wiped my tears and continued the walk back home.

There were screams of joy and excitement when I arrived, ‘happy birthday’ banners and balloons surrounded every corner of the place. Since I hasn’t even been invited to Morgan’s birthday party I headed straight to my room as soon as I hit the bed I was out like a light.

The following week past in a blur but for everyone around me they didn’t see anything different about me. Surprisingly it was Tony that realised something wasn’t quite right.

“What’s going on with you Y/N? You’ve been walking around this place like a zombie”

“Why do you care?”

“What do you mean? I’m your dad”

I couldn’t help the roll my eyes did. “Sure”

“Don’t talk to me like tha-“

“I’m dying dad, got a few weeks left in me so just please continue to leave me alone.” The whole room had fallen silence at my confession. I couldn’t stand looking at my dad opening and closing his mouth like a goddam fish, so I turned around and walked straight out.

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“Tony, Tony we found her! Hurry up” Steve was panting whilst trying to get Tony off the floor.

The jet hovered just inches off the moss-covered ground when Tony opened the door and leapt out. He ran straight to the cabin that once belonged to his father. Knocking the door down he searched the small home for his daughter, when he came to the closed bedroom door his heart hammering in his chest, his hands trembled with every breath. The team stood behind slightly to the right of him all wearing the same expression. Nervous with a slight look of hope.

The creak of the hinges revealed his oldest daughter laying in the bed. Tony was never a religious man but in that moment, he was begging to God that his baby girl was just asleep as he took tiny steps towards the bed.

The team waited with bated breath for Tony and you to emerge from the room. That was until they heard the heartbreaking cries and pleading from a broken man. They bowed their heads and wept.

It had been hours since Tony had found you, he held you close to his chest crying and begging you to wake up. “I’m so sorry I f-failed you my pump-pkin, please come back! I’m sorry. Please. I love you. I’m sorry I let you down time and time again my pumpkin”

Tony’s life was never the same after the loss of his greatest accomplishment.

~ banners credit goes to @sweetpeapod ~

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shotgunbunny · 1 year

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Cherry wine bunny looses her cherry

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[dark! cult leader!Ari Levinson x airhead!Reader]

[warnings: will have dubcon/noncon, cult aspects, 6'6 Ari, Older man and younger woman, reader is over 18!, will have murder, violence etc. air head reader!, busty reader, basically bimbo reader!]

[warnings for this chapter!! NONCON/DUBCON?!?!? manipulation!! smut!! oral (f recieving)!! p in v sex!! virginity loss!! dirty talk!! spitting!! daddy kink!! breeding kink!! cream pie!! the truth is revealed!!]

Ari had taken you to your home, you stared as your heart raced. The lights inside all reflected a red from inside the house, it made you uneasy how the red shined off the decorated windows. You then took in the walk way up. It was covered in red rose petals, so many petals. It looked as if the drive was covered in a soft carpet. You turned your head to Ari and saw him gazing at the house with a smile on his face. Silence washed over the car and you watched as he parked the car. He turned staring at you so gently, he placed his hand on your knee and he leaned to place a soft kiss on your cheek. "Wait here my love, I don't want you stepping on any sharp rocks and cutting your feet open."

You heart was racing so fast, if you tried to escape the rose petal carpet of doom, then you'd have to tread across the rocks the covered the driveway. And it was definite that you'd slice your foot open. A way to stop you from running. You were cut out from your realisation by Ari opened your door. He walked towards you and undid your seatbelt. He then slid his large arm under your knees and behind your back. He then picked you up like you were nothing before he moved out the car with you in his arms. He kicked the door shut with his foot and glanced down at you before he let his love sick gaze settle on you.

"We're home my bunny. You're finally my wife, isn't life just truly amazing." You felt tears run down your face and burried your face into his shirt. He walked across the rose petals with you still bundled in his hold. He then fidgeted and opened the door. He placed you down, and turned to lock the door. You gulped, fear sinking deep into your heart. Ari turned a soft smile on his face, before he saw you tear soaked face. His smile dropped and so did he. You watched him drop to his knees before you, and he raised his hands up to cup your face wiping tears away.

"What's wrong my love? Speak to me bunny." You gulped and let out a few more tears. You let out a shaky breath before staring into his eyes and spoke. "Y-you trapped me forever! This is a cult! All this weird stuff, it's just a way for you to k-keep control! And I got caught up in the web of lies! You don't even love me!" Ari stood tall, his eyes now a sharp glare as he looked down at you. He tilted your head up with his thumb and forefinger, making sure his grasp was firm.

"Who said this to you hmm? You are free to leave whenever you want bunny. You have freedom, you tell me where you want to go and we'll go." You looked down silenced by his answer feeling your resolve slowly slip from his logic. He continued in a strong, gentle voice. "It's not a cult. It's a lifestyle we live in. We devote ourselves to God's and we are rewarded, just like every other religion. Would you question any other religion bunny?" You shook your head and Ari let his lips christen your head with a sweet kiss while his thumbs wiped your tears away.

He leaned down and you looked at him, "And my dear bunny, how dare you accuse me of not loving you. My heart has your name on it. It belongs to you. I love you so much that if I could I was steal the stars in the sky just so that you could wear them as a lovely necklace. Have I not shown you my love?" You gazed at him, you racing thoughts and heart settled. "You have! You have. It's just the wedding it was so-" "I'm sorry about that bunny, it's a Levinson tradition, and I promise you this part of the night makes up for it."

You heart started to race again at the look Ari was giving you. His eyes swirling with love and adoration. He leaned down and kissed you softly. His hand gently placed behind your head the other resting on your collar bone. His thumb stroking your skin. You leaned up wrapping your arms around his neck. He hummed and you felt him lick your bottom lip, you opened your mouth. Ari wasted no time in letting his tongue explore your sweet mouth. You could still taste the blood from each other but you could also taste mint from Ari. You let out a whine and Ari pulled away. A string of salvia connecting you both. You shared a loving glance before Ari swept you off to the bedroom.

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Ari stood behind you, his blazer and tie now on the floor as he hurriedly stripped them from his body like they were burning him. You took your jewelry off while Ari took his waist coat off. As you were putting them on the dresser, Ari came up behind you and placed his hand on your hips before he glided them to the back of your neck. He let his hands travel across your exposed skin. Until they reached the zipper of your dress. You turned your head and saw the soft hungry look glimmering in his eyes. He placed his forehead against the the back of your head and he slowly dragged the zipper down, slowly so he could embrace everyone moment. Almost like unwrapping a present on Christmas but you were so much more.

After he reached the end he turned you and watched your slide it off. Now you stood before him in a veil and white lacey lingerie that was driving him crazy. He stared at you before gently grabbing your hands and guiding them towards his shirt where you started to unbutton it. All the while Ari was removing your veil. The soft ruffle of clothes being removed and soft breathing echoed in the room. You got to the last button and stared up at him with your doe eyes and as you unpopped the last button, he pulled open his shirt and then took it off throwing it with the rest of his clothes.

He kissed you, devouring your lips and lifting you up, he threw you on the bed and quickly unbuckled his pants and taking everything else off so that he stood before you naked. He looked so God like that you could do nothing but stare at him. You'd seen his cock a few times but you'd never seen him fully naked. Not like this. It was enchanting to see him to domainating and strong. He crawled onto the bed and began to nibble and kiss your skin. "You're so sweet bunny. I'm gonna mark every inch of you. You're Mrs. Levinson it's time you were covered in me."

He tore your sheer white bra open, your breasts popped out and Ari groaned as he took one into his mouth. While his tongue was circling your nipple you felt his hand move between your thighs and you opened them. Ari quickly moved your thong to the side and started to play with your button. You arched your began and moaned, Ari turned to your other nipple and suckled on it. All while his eyes stared at you, watching your reactions and getting harder by the second.

He pulled away and sat on his knees. He let his gaze drift from your star struck eyes down past your beautiful body to your covered pussy. You had soaked through the thong and Ari was about to snap but he had to remind himself to take it slow and memorise every part of tonight. He tore your thong off letting his gaze devour your wet cunt. "My pretty little pussy been dripping all this time huh? Don't worry bunny, Daddy's gonna show you that it was made to be eaten and fucked." You sight was glossy as your stared up and him and watched as he descended down to your pussy.

You felt his breath against your slit and shook knowing the pleasure that was coming. He placed his big hands on your thighs and he forced you to spread them. And then he let his tongue do a long lick from your tight hole to your clit. "Fucking delicious it's like honey every time." Before you could whine his lips wrapped around your clit and he began suckling while his tongue circled just like when he was sucking your nipples. But this was far better. You moaned and arched your back again. Ari let one hand be dragged down from your thighs to your tight hole where he shoved a fat finger in.

You gasped and threw your head back, feeling him move his finger in and out of your little cunt. He then shoved another finger in, stretching you. While he thrusting his fingers in, he took his face away and began lapping at your folds desperate to consume as much of your juice as possible. Your wetness was stuck to his beard but neither of you cared. He went back to your clit and added another finger. You whimpered at the stretch and felt your thighs shake and came all over his face.

Ari pulled away and licked his lips before he pulled his fingers out. He then wrapped his hand around his cock, spreading your wetness across it. He leaned down and kissed you, letting your tongues mix together. You felt his hard cock prodding against your thighs. He stared at you, "Are you ready to consummate our marriage bunny? Are you ready for daddy to pound your tight little cunt so hard that I'll ruin everyone other man for you hmm?" You let out a whimper.

He slid his cock up and down your wetness, letting his precum mix with your essence before he lined himself up with your tight little hole. "You gonna be a big girl for me now? Let daddy in your tight cunt." You whined, throwing your arms over his broad shoulders and digging your nails into them as he slowly pushed his tip into you. Tears gathered in your eyes and you let out a sharp cry when he tip popped into you pussy. You scratched his back, staring up at him. You both held eyecontact as he slid the rest of the way in. He stayed there looking at you letting your adjust.

"You were right bunny. It is a cult." You eyes widened as you stared at him and saw seriousness printed on his face. He then let his weight lay on you. You couldn't move and even if you could, you wouldn't Ari's cock would spear you and make you cry. "My family started it years ago." He whispered the dirty secret into your ear, as tears streaked down your face. "We're the Gods everyone has been worshipping. And you're one of them now. You're my little Goddess. My slutty little Goddess." "I don't wanna be." "Too late bunny. How about daddy makes this pussy feel good so he can show you the joys of being superior." Ari smirked down at you and thrusted his hips making you let out a whimper.

He slowly started to move his hips move listening to the melody of your moans, feeling your pussy tighten around him in fear was making him even harder. He had taken your virginity and now he was taking you. He groaned and he stared down at you. Your eyes closed and you mouth wide open. He couldn't help himself from spitting into your mouth. He brought a hand up quickly and closed your mouth, "swallow it for daddy like a good fuckin' whore." He watched your eyes hesitate before you swallowed. Even when you were scared you obeyed him because of how much you loved him. He groaned at the power he was feeling.

He let his hips move faster and moved his hand down to you button where he mercilessly played with it. You wrapped your legs around his waist desperate for more pleasure. He stared down at you, and kissed you, devouring your moans hoping somehow the melody would become his. He pulled away, his hair falling forward from the sweat gathering on his forehead. "I may have lied but bunny, I do love you. I fuckin' worship you. Always fuckin' have. You're all mine slut. You gonna let daddy cum in you huh? So then I can make you a mummy hmm? Let daddy make you a mummy."

He then focused on chasing his high, letting his cock hammer into you. His hips slamming against yours, his hand holding your waist bruising it from how strong his grasp was. His tip brushing deliciously against your gspot. Your eyes rolled back at the pleasure you were feeling. From Ari's relentless circling of your clit to him suckling your nipples all while his cock kept your pussy filled up and your head empty. Ari panted, "My goddess, My slutty little cunt, My everything. Gonna make you a mummy, gonna worship you everyday and your gonna keep daddy's cock warm everyday. Your gonna take care of daddy with your perfect pussy."

You felt your thighs shake, you were close from Ari's pounding. He let his dirty words fill the room. And you tightened your legs around him, humping back up at him. Your nails scratched deeply down his back making blood rush out. Ari let himself lower down your ear, his pace never changing. He whispered darkly, "Cum bunny." You let out a loud moan and coated his cock letting your pussy hug around him as you came. You clung to him tightly until you were done. You let your body fall loosely.

Ari then began to thrust fastly listening to your overstimulated whimpers, and let himself drown in the heavenly noise combined with you tight wet pussy. He groaned, feeling his balls tighten and let his thrust slow down so that they were now just hard and firm. He screwed his eyes shut and let out a shaky moan before he came inside you, filling you up. He stopped his thrusting when cumming, making sure he was all the way inside you so that all his cum was stuck inside you while you warmed his cock.

He collapsed on you and stroked some of your hair out of the way, smiling up at you. You started down at him tears sliding down your face and he tutted tiredly. "You lied to me." You whispered as angrily as you could, but exhaustion was draining you. A hum left Ari's throat, "I did. But don't worry bunny. You'll understand especially when you're pregnant. This is your life don't fight it or I'll punish you." You gulped and looked down at him.

"Did you really love me or was that a lie?" Ari's eyes shot up straight into yours, glaring at you. "Ofcourse I love you. I've fuckin' devoted my life to you. Don't ever fuckin question that again. I'm here filling you with my cum and you're questioning me, wife? You won't be questioning me when your fuckin' pregnant." You stared at him and he sighed before wiping your tears away.

He rolled you both over, his cock still burried in you and your sweet tear stricken face resting on his broad shoulders with his strong arms surrounded you. "Don't try and run bunny. They'll stop you." You shivered and nodded knowing that your fate was doomed. "Can I still go and see the world?" Ari let out a heart laugh. "Ofcourse you can, but I have to be there bunny. Just you wait until you see where I work, your cute little mouth is gonna fall open and your brains gonna stop working." You sighed, you had to think of a way to escape but got now you were far too exhausted. You let out a yawn and fell asleep on Ari letting everything distressing that just happened melt away into dreams.

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alltoolewis · 1 year

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Mine, forever- Mason mount 💐

I'm back!!! So happy to finally be back writing, I am so sorry for the long hiatus... I just needed some time away from social media to clear my head but now I'm back with more ideas than ever 😊 This one is random but super cute and fluffy! I am a little rusty from writing so this isn't my best but I really hope you all enjoy... love you guys 🧡

(This GIF is random but I just love how cute and fluffy he looks...)

Summary- When Mason tells you he told his mum that you were his date to the wedding, you immediately say no... but after thought and a deep conversation with your best friend... would being Mason Mounts girl be that bad...

You knew there was something up with him from the second he entered your flat. His eyes barely looking at you as he mumbled a quite hello, eyebrows furrowed together to which you know from your 6 years of friendship meant he was nervous.

“What have you done now?” You sighed, watching as he threw himself dramatically on the sofa hands covering his face like he complementing all of his life choices. “Had an argument with Ben again?” You questioned, to which he shook his head “a dirty tackle in training..?” Again your suspicions were met with a shake of a head. “Got a girl pregnant?”

His head shot up with disgust as he glared at you “what the fuck (y/n)? No! Of course not!”

“Then why the sour face..?” You laugh, not understanding your best friend’s dramatics “you haven’t had an argument, your not in trouble with the team… not got a girl pregnant” you had to sniffle a laugh as he side eyed you once more “what possibly could be worst than that, mase?”

His head fell back once more as his hands squished his face, mumbling a response in his palms that you could barely make out. “What was that again, captain?” His lips pulled slightly as you spoke the nickname you had used since his first captaincy in youth games, but that was quickly changed to a frown as he realised he still had to tell you.

“I may have told my mum I was bringing you along to the wedding” he breathed out all in one, voice shaking as he looked over to you where you were stood even more confused than before.

“Okay…” you spoke, voiced laced with confusion “what’s so wrong with that?”

“She asked if I had a plus one…”

“And you said I was going with you as your plus one…” you said calmly, trying your best to piece together why he was shook up over something that you knew about. Your eyes pierced his as you watched him wince, realisation suddenly hitting you “you said we were going as friends right?”

His head dipped down as he stared at his feet, to scared to look up at the horror on your face. “Mason tony mount, please tell me you didn’t?” You sighed, already knowing what’s next.

“I told her you were my date..” he groaned, hating saying the words out loud to you, just as much as he hated seeing your face scrunch up in disgust. “Mason…” you groaned back, throwing yourself down on the couch next to him, your hands now covering your own face.

“I’m sorry!”

“let me get this straight” letting go of your face, you looked at his dark hazel eyes trying to piece together why he told the worst lie he could ever have done “you told your mom you had a date to bring to the wedding when she asked, even when you could’ve just said that you’re just bringing a friend—me!—along with you.”

Nodding, he looked at you sheepishly “...i didn’t want my aunties to bully me again because i was single. they were ruthless at the last wedding.”

“You could have told the truth tho mase!” You scr each, throwing your hands up “you could of just said you don’t have a date but was bringing me as your friend!”

“They would have still rinsed us tho!” He argued back, trying his best to convince you even when he hasn’t convinced himself that this was not as bad as it seemed “They would have seen you next to me and questioned us all night! Atleast this way we don’t get questioned… I’ve done us a favour really”

Sitting up, you clapped your hands together taking him slightly off guard “oh sounds like a great plan Mason!” You laugh “perfect even… there’s just one thing your forgetting!”

“What?”

“We are not fucking dating!!!” You scream, causing him to flinch “what the hell is wrong with you! Why would you make things even more complicated than they are?!”

Ever since you’ve been friends your families have been rooting- begging even- for you to get together, his being a little more intense than yours! They could see the chemistry a mile away, even before you and Mason could. It wasn’t that you wasn’t attracted to the Chelsea star, your were head over heels for him, almost as much as he was for you. You were each others weaknesses and as much as you wanted to fall even further for him, you refused to get involved in his crazy world of screaming fans and the media. So you did the one thing you wished you never did- put him in the friend zone… a strong, painful friendzone! & it was going well… until he just ruined it!!

“You are overreacting now, (y/nn)” he huffed, feeling a bit deflated by your reaction “it’s one day, one day where we have to act like we are in love… which shouldn’t be hard to do” although his voice faded out at the end of the sentence you heard him crystal clear, causing a dramatic sigh to leave your lips.

Mason watched as you covered your face, for a moment he was able to see the tears brim your eyes causing his heart to break. He knew how hard it was for you deny your feelings- although they were clear to everyone & he understood why you didn’t want to get involved romantically with him although he though that you would be unstoppable together and he would protect you from the hard side of his world! But that didn’t mean your reaction didn’t hurt…

Kneeling down in front of you, he placed his hand gently on your knee causing you to peer at him from in between your fingers “we don’t have to you know…” he whispered softly, not wanting to catch you off guard “I’m sorry- It’s my fault for dragging you into this mess, especially since you don’t want to get involved with me in the first place”

The tremble and purity in his voice made your heart melt as you gazed up to him “you know it’s not because of that mase..”

“Then what is it…?” He pushed gently, eager to her your thoughts.

“It’s just when… if… I go with you as your ‘date’ I’m going to feel what it’d be like to be your girlfriend“ you sniffled, glancing up at him once more with tears in your eyes “I don’t know if my heart can handle it knowing it’ll only be a day and I can’t be it forever…”

Not being able to handle the urge any more, he wraps his arm tight around you allowing you to let silent tears fall on his sweatshirt. Once he knew you were calming down he allowed your head to rest on his shoulder, only then allowing his voice to break the silence “would it be bad tho?…”

“What?” You whispered back

“Being my girl forever…” his voice was the most vulnerable you had ever heard it, even after a loss you had never heard him speak with so much brokenness “is it really that bad for me to love you so open??”

You wanted to scream no… that you’ve never wished for anything more than to be his and only his. To be able to watch his matches with much more than just your best friends name on your back. To be able to take him to family occasions without questions, to be able to kiss him so openly in front of your friends, family and the world… but you couldn’t…

“Yes…” you whispered so lightly so lightly you were afraid he wouldn’t hear, but as his arms tightened around you, you knew he had “it would be awful Mason… ”

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Since that day the wedding hadn’t been brought up since. Mason decided to tell his mum that you weren’t able to make it after all, while you decided to avoid Mason at all costs. Whenever he planned to come round you would make an excuse as to why he shouldn’t, Everytime he rang youd just as quickly make sure that it didn’t take longer than 5 minutes. He knew you were avoiding him on purpose, of course he did! He knew you better than you knew yourself, but that almost meant he knew you were just as desperate see him as he was to see you & it would only be time until you’d crack… little did he know you’d crack sooner rather than later!

“I don’t know if I can do this Lauren…” you sighed, holding the dress you had carefully picked for the wedding which was taking place in just 3 hours time “what if he’s already got someone else to go with him now!”

“Oh behave (y/n)!” Lauren laughed as she rocked Jude gently “that boy wouldn’t have anybody else as his wedding date but you… fake or not!”

Even after her words of comfort your hand still trembled against the silk fabric, your mind running with what ifs and maybes “what are you so scared off?” She spoke in a soft motherly voice as if she was talking to her own “falling in love with him?”

“No..” you sighed, sitting down on the edge of your bed, the camera on face time now only being able to catch the small crown of your head “I’m well past that point Lauren, I’m already in love with him..”

“Then why are you afraid?”

“He’s… him” you mumbled, glancing over to your vanity to where a picture of you and mase was sat. It was from the champions league after party, his hand wrapped around your waist as his medal was displayed proudly against your neck each of you holding an ear of the famous trophy “I’m not good enough for him… I don’t fit into that world!”

“I you think I fit into dec’s” Lauren smiled back “god (y/n)! I’m not a made name or a famous model, but he loves me… just like Mason loves you!”

“But what if we don’t work?” Your voice cracked as you spoke the possibility “what if it fails and we end up running what we have…” that’s always been your main fear, losing him. Not only because you don’t fit into his crazy world but also because you not good enough for him… or that’s what you think.

“You won’t!” Lauren cooed “you are perfect for eachother, I know it, dec knows it! Your whole family knows it, even Mason knows it… and deep down you do too! Go to that wedding, pretend to be his date and then follow your heart… if that’s to go back to being friends or more! Let your heart choose..”

You knew if you went to this wedding as his date there was no going back, there was no way you’d only be able to hold him, cuddle up to him, even place your lips on his (if needed to) for only one day!

“I can do this!” You breathed out, holding the dress in front of you “ I can do it!”

———

The second you arrived at the venue you spotted him, even when there was a huge group of people outside all wearing similar tux’s… you knew which one was your Mason!

You could already see his aunties huddled around him, nosy looks on there faces only telling you that they were doing the one thing that Mason didn’t want to happen… quizzing him on his love life! Even from here you could see the discomfort on his face, his eyebrows furrowed together as his hands messed with the edge of his navy blue tie- the same colour as the dress lauren helped you pick out! Not being able to let him struggle for much more, you hopped out your car with shaky hands, making your way over to save your boyfriend for the day.

“So your single?” His aunt asked, causing Mason to wince at her bluntness not really knowing what to say. “Sort off- no… I’m..” he wanted to mention you, just like he did to his mum but he couldn’t do that to you again. His aunt was just about to speak again when a hand was placed on his shoulder and the scent of your strawberry tinkled his senses.

“Hi… I’m so sorry for being late!” You breathed out, from anybody else’s ears they would of thought you ran over but to Mason he knew it was nerves that was causing your voice to shake. His cheeks turned crimson as you leant up to him,before you could stop yourself your lips touch his cheek in a subtle PDA greeting “the traffic was crazy and I couldn’t find a parking space, it was a nightmare!”

“Your here now tho” Mason smiled down to you; placing his arm around your shoulder as he pulled you slightly “that’s all that matters!” His eyes gazed straight back into yours, nothing but love and gratitude in them.

Impatiently his aunts cleared there and throats, causing you to break from your moment & that’s when it came reality in what this really was. “Aunt Jane. Aunt sue. This is (y/n), my fr-“

“Girlfriend…” you cut in, causing his eyes to grow wide alongside his aunties “it’s really lovely to finally meet you both…” from the side of your eyes you could see the big grin on his face and for the moment it felt like you could say it forever!

“Oh my goodness, we know who you are sweetheart!” His aunt gasped, grabbing you into a hug “we have been rooting for the two of you for years… you’ve got to tell us everything!”

Mason was just about to open his mouth when you cut him of once more “I’m so sorry for the wait, it’s been my fault…” looking up to him, you give him a soft smile “I didn’t want to ruin what we had before, but then I realized we can have so much more… as-long as we stick together!”

“You’ve got nothing to apologise for darling… your both together and that’s the important thing!”

Grabbing your hand, he squeezed it tight looking down at you with adoration “The wait was worth it in the end”

Once his aunts got enough gossip out the two of you, it was finally time to head into the church. Leaving you and Mason to walk in alone- hand in hand!

“What’s this about..?” Mason whispered in your ear as he sat down next to you. Although he loved your little surprise entrance he couldn’t help but be confused into what has happened.

“You needed me..” you whispered back, looking into his hazel eyes “and what fake girlfriend would I be if I left you here alone…” His chest rumbled lightly as he tugged you closer to him. “Your amazing you know that?” He grinned, pecking your temple gently as if he forgot it was all fake “plus you look absolutely incredible today.. could barely breathe when I looked down at you- prettier than the bride I swear!”

“Mason!” You gasp, smacking his chest gently as you looked around to make sure no heard his words “you can’t say that!”

“Yes I can!” He laughed “especially when my girl looks like this!”

Looking at him with a twinkle in your eye you smirked “I’m only your girl for a day tho champ, don’t get lost in your thoughts!”

“Does it have to be tho??”

“Be what?” You questioned, furrowing your eyebrows together in slight confusion

“For a day… could you not be my girl forever?” The same vulnerability as last week flashed in his eyes “please (y/n) , let me love you in the open? Would it be that bad?” This time you couldn’t say it would

Just as the lights dimmed and the sound of the wedding march began, you moved his cheek to the side planting an awaiting kiss onto his lips. Even tho it was just a peck, the fireworks shot off between you too leaving you desperate for more…

“No Mase…” you whispered softly squeezing hand tight “it would perfect!”

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paddockbunny · 1 year

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Please can you do something with Mick and getting a handjob? Idk I just think he seems like the type to like it. Thank you in advance

"Someone might walk in"

Summary : Your boyfriend Mick had been harbouring tension for so long you planned a few days in a hotel as soon as summer break hits. But after a workout you get all worked up and it gets even worse when enjoying some sauna time. Rating : 18+ Pairing : Mick Schumacher x Reader Word Count : < 1, 000 Trigger Warnings : 18+, NSFW, language, handjob, semi public sex Gif credit : @f1errari

The hot air of the sauna hit you as soon as Mick opened the door for you.

You had convinced him to come to the fitness suite of the lovely hotel the pair of you were spending the first few days of summer break at - which had been your idea to de-stress following another frustrating weekend – before heading off to your actual holiday.

Mick led a gentle workout before the pair of you took a dip in the swimming pool and that was where it started.

You barely did any swimming, instead just circled around each other talking before he pulled you in close to him and used the weightlessness of the water to pull your legs up around his waist.

It was hard to keep yourself from grinding down on him when you felt the outline of his cock through his swimming trunks

But now, as the steamy air made little beads of sweat form on Mick’s lovely broad chest and start to trickle down over his abs, you couldn’t suppress the filthy thoughts running around your mind any longer

You pretended to listen to what Mick was saying but you didn’t even realise when he had finished which meant he said your name rather frustratingly and you had to peel your eyes off his chest.

“I can’t help it…it’s been so long…” You moaned. And you were telling the truth. It had been nearly three weeks since you and Mick had sex and by now you were absolutely desperate for him.

You took the opportunity of his slight shock to move closer to him and tell him it was his fault, which had him exclaiming; “Mine?” loudly, before you explained he was the one who put ideas in your head back in the swimming pool.

Before Mick could work out what to say as a rebuttal or work out how to calm you down, you were already facing him, your hand working up and down his thigh.

“We can’t. Someone might walk in.” He referenced the door and you bit your lip. He was right, someone might walk in but you doubted it. The hotel was rather quiet for the time of year and you hadn’t seen a single soul using any of the facilities so you continued.

“If they do, then they do.” You shrugged and your hands tugged at his wet trunks and still he resisted. “Baby…” You could tell your hands had already started to have an effect as you could see the obvious erection making a tent in the swimwear and yet he still protested. You grabbed a towel from the pile and slung it over his lap. “Now, if anyone comes in you’re covered.”

And Mick seemed to relax and with another glance toward the door he finally nodded, giving you the permission you needed in order to continue.

With a final tug on the trunks – he helped you by lifting his ass off the tiled seat – his cock was free and you slowly ran your fingers lightly up and down his impressive length.

Mick’s hips bucked up to get more friction from you and he swore in German under his breath when you finally closed your hand around him and slowly started lazily rolling in a steady motion. His breath hitched before he gritted his teeth as you paid particular attention to his purpling tip, knowing how sensitive he was there, and you watched his face intently as his eyes closed and he finally let himself enjoy the motion of your hand.

And then you paused and slowly drooled some of the spit that had built up in your mouth over him to mix with the pre-cum that was already leaking out of him as you continued to work up and down his thick shaft.

With a grunt, Mick ordered you to keep going and so you did. Increasing in tempo while breathing heavily against his neck. Every now and then placing delicate little kisses against the vein underneath his ear that strained under how much pleasure you were giving him.

Mick moaned your name and pushed his hips up to meet your hand. That was when you knew he was beginning to chase his climax. With encouraging words pouring from you, you continually worked his cock till you saw his glistening chest begin to pant and his thighs tighten.

You felt your own arousal start to beat away between your thighs as finally you watched as Mick’s orgasm crashed down upon him and his cock twitched as his seed spurted from the tip.

Your mouth watered again watching your boyfriend cum. Your hand continuing its rhythmic motion through his climax till you were sure he was completely spent. Small tremors coursed through his thighs as he struggled to regain control of his breathing.

As soon as he was completely down you removed your hand and allowed him to rest for a moment. He covered his lap up and let out a shaky little laugh.

“Let's go upstairs.” He smirked and it made you laugh. You noted how a sneaky little handjob was all it took to relax your boyfriend and get him as desperate as you had been for the past three weeks.

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hugmekenobi · 8 months

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S2: The Bad Batch (8)

Chapter Eight: Truth and Consequences

Gif by @trapezequeen

Hunter x femaleJedi!reader

Series Summary: Some time has passed since everything that happened at Kamino and you and the Batch are trying to figure out your place in the rapidly changing Imperial galaxy. And you're having to do all this whilst figuring out where your relationship with Hunter fits into it.

Chapter Summary: An old friend reaches out for help and it sees you returning to a place you never expected to.

Masterlist for S1

<Previous Chapter

Genre: Friends (idiots) to Lovers (we're in the lovers stage now)

Chapter Warnings: Canon-typical violence, swearing, reader not knowing how to handle anxiety and things take a bizarre turn (I can't explain why my mind went that way, it just happened), use of a pet name (sweetheart), light angst and emotional hurt/comfort, more of me making up reader's backstory, very brief PDA (kissing)

Word Count: 5.4K

Author's notes: Back on the show plot now! Hope you guys enjoy! Also, I am going on holiday for a week and baggage allowance was small and unfortunately, my laptop doesn't fit so Ch9 will be a longer wait :( I have started it though so will get to work on it as soon as I'm back!

Things, for the first time in a while, were peaceful and it had given you the perfect opportunity to work on your meditation skills. It may still be working for you, but you and the Force hadn’t quite gotten back into the harmonious rhythm you used to have when you were at the Jedi Temple. Gungi had been an inspiration to both you and Omega and it had become something you did together. As the ship stayed stagnant in the bay of Ord Mantell, the two of you had seen it as another opportunity and so together, the two of you retreated to her room.

Echo turned in his seat to look back to see Omega being like a mini you. She sat in front of you and you both had your legs crossed with your hands on your knees and your eyes shut in concentration. He got up and started to head over.

Gonky’s honks distracted Omega, and she opened her eyes with a sigh to see Echo sidestep the droid.

“Meditating again?” Echo asked.

“Trying.” Omega grumbled as she uncrossed her legs. “Gungi taught me, and (Y/N)’s been helping too, but it doesn’t work the way it does for them.” She half turned to see you completely still, your breathing even and you looked relaxed and at peace.

“They’re Jedi.” Echo said logically.

“I still like it though.” She replied. “You wanna try?”

Echo shook his head and leaned against the wall. “No. I don’t enjoy solitude. I had enough of that on Skako Minor.” He glanced back down the ship to where Tech and Wrecker were. “If it weren’t for this squad, I’d still be a prisoner there or worse.”

“Is that what made you join them?” Omega asked, realising she’d never asked that question before.

Echo grunted. “This was where I fit, where I was needed.” Tech’s voice then got his attention.

“We have an incoming transmission. It’s Rex.” Tech revealed.

Omega gently tapped your knee. She knew you wouldn’t want to miss this.

You opened your eyes and blinked a few times. “How’d you get on?”

“Better, but I can’t shut things out or keep focused like you can.”

“I had a lot of years to practice, and I still struggle.” You said kindly. “Don’t rush it, it takes time and patience.”

Omega nodded before the three of you peered down the hallway as the hologram of Rex appeared.

You and Omega quickly hopped down the stairs and the three of you made your way into the cockpit. You came to stand on Hunter’s right, assuming he had come in earlier when you were still in your meditation zone.

“Hey, guys.” Rex greeted. “Any chance I could use your squad’s expertise for a mission?”

“Finally. I’m tired of waiting around for Cid.” Wrecker said.

“What do you need, Rex?” Echo asked.

“I’ll explain everything when you get to Coruscant?”

You practically did a double take. “Coruscant?!” Why was the past suddenly coming back to haunt you right now? First Nal Hutta and now Coruscant. You hadn’t heard that name in years. You never let your thoughts linger on it for fear of what the memories would bring.

The planet you had been taken to when you were a child.

The planet you had lived on for most of your life.

The planet where you had been forged to be a Jedi.

The planet where you had used the skills you’d been taught to fight a war.

The planet that had the heart of your people in it- or at least it used to.

The planet you had abandoned.

You could be going back? The panic made your stomach turn and you had to take a deep breath to regain control of yourself.

Hunter picked up on your discomfort and he lightly grazed his fingertips against yours to help ground you. He wasn’t thrilled about going so close to Imperial territory either. There was too much to lose by going there. “That’s a big ask, Captain.”

“Why? What’s on Coruscant?” Omega asked innocently.

“It is the galactic capital and, thus, the heart of the Empire.” Tech answered.

“But the Empire thinks we’re dead.” Echo mused. “They won’t be looking for us.”

“I’d like to keep it that way.” Hunter argued.

“It’s a covert mission.” Rex stated. “A simple data extraction but a crucial one. “I’ll send over a flight plan to bypass Imperial security and coordinates to a safe landing zone.”

“We’re on our way.” Echo said.

You had mediated for the majority of the journey, but it had been an arduous process and you weren’t feeling much better for it. You came out of your last attempt with an irritated sigh as you sensed that you would be leaving hyperspace soon. The others were all geared up, so you reached under your bunk and pulled out your armour.

You were able to slide on your vambraces and blaster holster no problem but as soon as you started to work on your shoulder and upper arm armour, your hands started to shake. “Fuck off, not now. Get a grip.” You chastised yourself.

“Let me?”

You looked up to see Hunter holding his hand out. You gave him a resigned smile as you held the pieces out for him. “Thanks.”

Hunter took them and sat next to you. “You wanna tell me what’s going on inside that head of yours?”

“Just nervous about going to the heart of Imperial territory.” You said shiftily.

“No, that’s not all of it.” Hunter pushed gently. “Sweetheart, you need to talk to me about this. Please?” He finished up with one arm before he moved to your other side and got to work.

You sighed. What if it’s still there?

“The Jedi Temple?” Hunter asked delicately as he fastened the last part. He rested a hand on your thigh whilst he waited for you to talk.

You nodded. Or what if it’s not? I don’t know what would be worse.

Hunter didn’t really know what words he could offer that could provide comfort. Your situation was a rather unique one. He pulled you closer and let you lay your head on his lap and rubbed his hand up and down your side.

When I first made the decision to leave, it felt so simple, I didn’t regret it. Then the months went by, and the doubt crept in, and I started to second-guess everything, and it tore me apart. All those years I was by myself, I was never sure of what to do and that was going to get me killed. So, I decided to forget, I stopped thinking about the Jedi, the Jedi Temple and Coruscant and it got better but now we’re going back and… “Hunter, what if I can’t handle it?” You said aloud, your voice wavering. “I’m a wreck right now and we haven’t even entered the atmosphere.”

Hunter nudged you to sit up.

You did so but didn’t make eye contact with him and kept your head low.

He curled a finger under your chin.

You held his gaze. “This mission-”

“Is covert and that’s all we know which is the crux of the issue. We’re going into the heart of Imperial territory blind and that’s never easy, but we can do this, we’ve done similar stuff before, and you know this. You’re spiralling because you’re coming back to a hard part of your life, and you don’t know how things’ll go or what’s there and it’s scary but we’re all here for each other. It will be okay. Trust me on this?” He placed his hands on top of your shoulders. He knew when you needed a firm helping hand rather than a shoulder to lean on and right now, you were overthinking, and he needed to help you pull back.

You released a shaky breath but nodded. He was right, you could do it. It’s just a more personal location but you could deal.

“You have a team of people here. You’re not alone anymore, whatever you can’t handle, we’ll pick up.” He said tenderly.

You gave him a grateful smile before you leaned in and kissed him softly. “Thank you.”

“Anytime.” He murmured before he kissed your forehead and together, the two of you stood and walked to the cockpit.

You stood behind the co-pilot’s chair as Hunter in it just as the ship left hyperspace. You took in the familiar sight of the city-planet- the outside all lit and covered in the rings that signified the thriving city below.

“We are approaching Coruscant.” Tech said from the pilot’s chair.

Omega stood in between the two seats and eagerly stared out the window.

“Everyone, stay ready.” Hunter advised as the ship entered the planet.

You’re not going to look for it. You thought to yourself as the ship flew through. Keep your eyes forward and focused on what the mission actually is.

The Marauder touched down in a hangar bay on one of the lower levels.

Hunter opened the door and led the way out.

“Glad you made it.” Rex said as he came out to greet you all. He moved slightly closer to Hunter. “She okay being back here?” He asked discretely.

Before Hunter could say anything, you beat him to the punch.

“She’s fine.” You groused. “She had her moment earlier but is back to normal now so watch your tone, Captain.” You said firmly but your smile softened any unintentional hostility. It was then you realised exactly who it was standing behind him. “Senator Chuchi?!” You couldn’t help but exclaim.

“Uh, yes. Do I know you?” She asked, slightly surprised that you knew who she was.

You cleared your throat. She didn’t need to know that in your time here during the war, one of your main duties was assigning senator protection detail and hunting down threats- a job that kept you rather busy with regards to this particular senator. “No, just a fan of your past work, that’s all.” You said hastily before you took a small step back.

“This is Senator Riyo Chuchi.” Rex made the formal introductions to the rest of you. “These are the special clones I told you about.”

“Hello.” Omega waved at the senator.

“And you?” Senator Chuchi asked you, curious as to where you fit with this group. The squad in of itself was already an interesting sight. Special was right, she had never seen a group of clones like this, especially a group with a child in their ranks. And you were an addition that strengthened the remarkable nature of you all.

You shrugged. “We never really figured out a term for my spot here. I’m just a permanent helping hand.”

Riyo accepted that. “Thank you for coming.” She said to all of you.

Hunter nodded before he angled his head to Rex. “Why are we here, Captain?”

Rex signalled to the room behind him. “Inside. There’s something I want you to see.”

You had an eery feeling as you stared at the coffin on the table, and you stuck an arm out to stop Omega from getting closer.

Rex opened the hatch, so the head of the body was visible.

Your eyes widened at the sight of the dead clone.

“He’s an assassin.” Rex explained. “His identifying number’s been wiped.”

Tech was taken aback by that piece of information. “I was not aware that was possible.” He said, sharing a look with Hunter.

“Who was his target?” Hunter asked.

“A clone contact of mine named Slip. He said he was in danger. I came to Coruscant to get him out, but the assassin got to him first. Nearly got the senator too.” Rex replied.

Your eyes caught the faint flicker of both fear and regret in the senator’s eyes. You figured she’d been there trying to help the clone that got killed.

“Why would a clone be targeting another clone… or a senator?” Echo asked.

“To silence us.” Senator Chuci answered. “Admiral Rampart has the entire Senate believing Kamino was lost to a cataclysmic storm. Slip witnessed the truth.” She hung her head for a moment before she addressed the group once more. “I wanted him to testify to Rampart’s crimes.”

“We were there too, Senator. I can be your witness.” Echo offered.

“The Senate won’t listen to any of us.” Hunter said. “We’re deserters.”

“Hunter’s right.” Rex agreed. “But there’s another way to provide the Senate with the evidence of the Empire’s crimes. The command log on Rampart’s Venator.” He revealed. “Slip made a copy of it on the ship’s backup data banks.”

“Where’s the Venator now?” Wrecker asked.

Being retrofitted at the Imperial shipyard right here on Coruscant. Lots of security, but I know a way in.”

“Rampart’s Defense Recruitment Bill goes to a vote tomorrow.” Riyo said. “We must prove his crimes before it passes. I’ll return to the Senate and garner support where I can.”

“Senator, who’s on your security detail?” You couldn’t help but ask. You remembered a quite a few headaches being caused by this senator. You admired her to no end, but she had made your job rather difficult at times.

“She’s right. You could still be in danger.” Rex said, concerned.

“Then I must be on the right track. I have my guards, I’ll be alright.” She said bravely.

“I can go with her and keep an eye out.” Omega suggested.

Not quite what I would’ve gone with. You thought to yourself, but it would take Omega away from the main danger which was something. And it was a good way to ease her into handling more stuff on her own and see how the more lawful side of the galaxy attempted to operate.

“You can’t enter the Senate district without an Imperial security clearance.” Riyo said to the young girl.

“That will not be a problem.” Tech said confidently.

“Then let’s get to work.” Rex said.

Whilst Omega was being another set of eyes and learning the ways of politics, the rest of you began your infiltration.

The first part of the process involved a steep climb up a ladder beneath the belly of the shipping yard.

Wrecker groaned as his pack got shocked by the electric current in the space behind him. He risked a glance up to see that there was still a way to go yet, much to his dismay.

You all made it successfully through the first level but there was still another hatch to get through.

“I got it.” You said before you lifted a hand and used the Force as a guide as you searched for weak points in the hatch.

“Haven’t been in these maintenance tunnels since the war.” Rex reminisced.

“Gotta say, Rex. Coruscant’s the last place I’d expect you to be.” Echo said.

“It’s worth the risk.” Rex replied. “More and more of our brothers are waking up to what’s been done to them. I can’t turn my back on them.”

“How many have you reached?”

“Not enough.” Rex said with disappointment. “Troopers who know too much are a liability to the Empire. I’m working with a few contacts I trust, but we’re spread pretty thin. Help’s hard to come by these days.”

That struck something within Echo, but he pushed it to the back of his mind for now.

“Got it.” You called as you flicked your wrist and the hatch opened.

“Great. Ray shields.” Wrecker grumbled as he peered up.

“Leave it to me.” Tech said before he got to work on the control panel.

“And how are we getting onto Rampart’s Venator?” Hunter asked.

“I’m taking a lesson from your squad. We improvise.” Rex answered.

“Hey, we’re role models!” You said with an over-the-top cheery disposition that sounded foreign to your ears. You noticed the quizzical helmeted looks that were sent your way. “I can’t explain that.”

Hunter noted the change in your demeanour, and it definitely had a slightly different vibe to it, but he put it down to you handling your emotions about being back on this planet, so he didn’t press the matter. As long as he was sure your head was still focused on the job right now, he didn’t need to worry.

Tech stared at his datapad. When it looked like things were in place, he programmed it in and turned back in the direction of the ray shields and each one promptly deactivated.

The climb started again.

Wrecker opened the top hatch and led the way out.

Now’s where it for tricky. Being out of the tunnels meant less places to hide and with troopers patrolling the area, the chances of discovery increased dramatically.

You all ran as quietly and as covertly as you could, using the underside of ledges and hiding behind stands as cover.

You all paused to analyse the situation.

Echo peered out from behind a column and all he could see was open space patrolled by soldiers and droids. “There’s not enough cover. We won’t get across the shipyard undetected.” He said to Hunter.

An idea popped into Hunter’s head as he saw the smaller transport ships. “Not on foot.”

“Brilliant!” You admired before you mentally checked yourself. What the fuck were you doing? It was a good plan but usually you kept your appreciation more internal or at least more low key. It was then you suddenly realised that you went from nearly having a breakdown over coming back to replacing your nervous energy with exaggerated optimism and that was somehow more concerning.

“Thank you?” Hunter said. Yeah, you were definitely unsure of how to deal with whatever set of feelings it was you were working out right now.

“Everyone ignore me, please. Unless it’s urgent, I will be shutting up from here on out.” You mumbled awkwardly as you walked over to a column closer to the front.

“Is everything definitely okay with her?” Rex whispered to Hunter as he watched you walk away.

“Yeah, I think she’s just figuring out how to deal with how she’s feeling about being back here. She’s fine, she’s not a risk to the mission.” Hunter reassured before he saw the free moment. “Move.” He ordered.

The group of you dashed across to the next transport ship and clung on to the underside of it just as it took off.

Hunter stuck his vibroblade into a panel and it fell away which gave Tech the access he needed to become the pilot.

Rex glanced over to see Wrecker groaning and mumbling ‘don’t look down’ to himself. “He’s still not better with heights?”

“This is him better.” Echo said.

You risked letting a hand go to give Wrecker’s shoulder a sympathetic pat.

Tech fiddled with his datapad. “I have bypassed the controls. Hang on.” He took command and drove the transport in the direction of the Venator.

One particularly bumpy lift of the transport had you all readjusting your grips.

“Tech.” Hunter cautioned.

Tech quickly got the transport up and over the top of the Venator. He unplugged his datapad. “Now.” He signalled.

You all let go and a safe landing meant you all able to get up and run to the nearest way in.

Tech breached the system of the door panel and succeeded in opening it for you all to go through.

You all drew your blasters as you headed for the bridge of the ship. As soon as the first set of doors opened, Hunter and Rex led the way and stunned the first two troopers.

The main doors to the bridge opened and a quick scan told you all it was guard free, and you took up your watch positions.

Tech tapped into the system. “Well, that is unfortunate.”

“Wanna narrow that down?” Rex asked him from the position by the front windows that he and Hunter had taken.

Tech looked through his datatpad. “Energy conduits are offline. The only way to retrieve the data is the reroute power, which will most likely signal a security breach.” He finished, looking over at Hunter and Rex.

“How much time will we have?” Hunter asked.

Tech looked at his datapad once more. “Not much.”

“Then let’s make it quick.” Echo said.

Tech nodded and together he and Echo got the power back on.

The Venator bridge reactivated, and it was time to start the clock.

As the alarm sounded, you sensed the bodies on the other side of the door. “We’re gonna have some company.” You called over as you got your blaster ready.

“Seal the door.” Hunter directed.

You fired a shot into the control panel, but it didn’t do much, they started the override process quickly and the doors started to stagger open. “The door won’t hold much longer.” You warned.

“I am expediting the file transfer as quickly as possible.” Tech replied.

As soon as he finished his sentence, the door whirred open and troopers starting firing at you.

You, Hunter, Rex, and Wrecker took cover and fired stun blasts back, but you knew it wouldn’t be long until reinforcements arrived.

Hunter noticed the ships coming to provide support. “New plan. 14, 5, 86.”

“All of them?” Wrecker double checked.

“Yes.” Hunter confirmed.

You bit back the positive affirmation about to leave your mouth. It was most definitely not the time to start that up again.

“Echo, man the cannons. Deal with air support.” Hunter ordered.

Tech grabbed the datacard and put it in a case. “Data transfer is complete!”

“Plan 5, set!” Echo confirmed.

“Activate.” Hunter instructed.

Echo powered up the engines and the ship started to pull against its secure lockdown.

The resultant chaos gave you the opportunity you needed to make a break for it. With you firing off more stun shots and Wrecker barging through the remaining clones, you all successfully made it out of the bridge.

“Security teams will be swarming this trench. We need an exit strategy.” Rex said as you all sprinted through the ship corridors.

“Got one. We’re going over them.” You revealed.

“Over them?” Rex repeated.

The Venator smashed to the ground and the resulting vibration had you all stumbling for a moment which gave the Imperial troopers a chance to catch up, but you dealt with them swiftly enough.

Echo opened the hatch to the escape pods.

Rex paused outside the entrance to one. You all had confidently ran into one, but he saw a problem. “These escape pods are non-operational.”

“We only need them to eject. I can handle the rest.” Tech said confidently.

“This should be interesting.” Rex mused as he walked in and closed the door behind him.

Tech got the pod in the air and got in heading in the direction of the maintenance tunnels.

The pod crashed to the ground.

Hunter pushed open the door and examined the landing. “Not bad.” He complimented his brother before he stepped out.

“I was off by 6.4 meters. Not my best.” Tech disputed.

You did a light skip past Tech as you left the escape pod. “Don’t put yourself down, Tech. What’s important is that we all made it out safely.” It was out your mouth before you could stop it. “Shut up shut up shut up.” You mumbled in a panicked fashion to yourself as you reached the entrance to the maintenance tunnels first. Fuck, you skipped! Skipped! Force did you want some other outlet for the anxiety you were unable to channel properly.

You waved a hand and the hatch to the tunnels opened.

“It’s almost morning. We need to hurry.” Rex stressed.

Rex and Echo boarded the speeder and set off to the meeting spot.

Omega looked up to see them come around the corner. She dashed up and took the case from Rex.

“Get this to Senator Tuchi. Hurry!” He said.

Omega ran back into the senate building.

As Echo and Rex returned, it became a waiting game. You only hoped the information would be enough to stop Rampart.

Hunter removed his helmet and faced you. “Well, you managed it. You alright?”

You nodded. “Yup. Had a moment of channelling a terrifying alter ego but yeah, I managed.” You said with a light laugh.

“Wasn’t that terrifying. More… weird.” Hunter teased.

“Oh, perfect.” You said with a playful frown.

Hunter placed a delicate kiss to the wrinkle in your brow to soothe you. “Weird is good.” He murmured.

You smiled fondly at him but there was a glint of mischief behind your eyes. If a situation like this ever arises again, you’re my new outlet.

Hunter released a low sigh. That was something he could get on board with. He couldn’t help himself, he placed a soft kiss to your lips.

“Come on.” Wrecker complained. “We’re all still here.”

You stuck your tongue out at him.

“Clearly I missed something.” Rex said with a knowing smirk. He’d called it all those months ago on Bracca.

“Just over 6 months and that’s all the information you’re getting, Captain.” You said with a grin.

“Wasn’t looking for much more.” Rex kidded.

A few comfortable beats of silence passed before Echo’s voice spoke up.

“Hey, guys. I… I need to talk to you about something.”

Having been successful in getting the information to Senator Organa- another ally in this fight- Omega hid and watched the replay of her home behind destroyed and the pain of that day came flooding back but the panic in Rampart’s face and the outraged cries echoing throughout the chamber made things a bit easier.

All of a sudden, an alarm started blaring throughout the room and the clamouring grew quiet.

Omega withdrew further into her place of cover as a deep chill went down her spine upon Chancellor Palpatine entering the chamber and the video of the destruction of Kamino ended. All she could do was listen and remain unseen as his advisor spoke.

“It would appear that Senator Chuchi’s horrific assertions are correct.”

Omega released a small, triumphant sigh. Maybe what she was feeling was intimidation rather than fear, it seemed like Chancellor Palpatine believed the footage and would do something about it. The advisor continued to speak.

“This unprovoked attack on Kamino was a cowardly act by Admiral Rampart to further his own personal agenda. Guards, arrest and detain the Admiral.” The yelling continued as Rampart got arrested and it threated to break out of control, and he knew his master needed quiet for the next stage. He banged his staff. “Order! We shall have order!”

When everyone quieted down, Chancellor Palpatine stepped forward. Sometimes it really was too easy. “I am deeply troubled by this recent revelation. My gratitude to Senator Chuchi for exposing a rogue element within our ranks. Many lives have been lost, but I assure you, Admiral Rampart will face consequences for his treachery. However, he did not act alone. The fact that the clones under his command so blindly followed orders, inflicting such carnage without hesitation, gives me pause.”

Omega listened on in nervous wonder. That tingling fear was creeping back in. What did he mean?

“Perhaps, it is time for a change.” Chancellor Palpatine proposed. “Now more than ever, building a strong galaxy requires protection and security. Due to the nefarious actions of Admiral Rampart, and the immediacy of the bill on the floor today, it is my opinion that this legislation is our future. With this momentous act, we shall usher in a new era. Heralded by the Imperial stormtrooper.”

No! Omega thought to herself, how could this have happened? What did they miss? The bill would be pushed through, and the clones would be cast aside and rejected. How had they failed them?

As Senator Chuchi and Omega finished filling you in, you found your natural demeanour returning and if you were angry, you couldn’t begin to imagine how the others were feeling. You thought you had the Empire this time, you thought you had finally found a way to cut through them, but it was all for nothing. You hadn’t helped protect the clones; you’d seen to their downfall.

“Palpatine was one step ahead of us during the war, and he’s still several steps ahead of us. We played right into his hands.” Rex said frustratedly.

“I don’t understand. We did the right thing. We told the truth.” Omega said.

“And he twisted it to his advantage.” Hunter explained, doing his best to keep his disappointment at bay.

“He knows how to manipulate the system, Omega. Doing the right thing doesn’t get you very far with him.” You said tightly as you remembered how he conducted himself during your time with the Order.

“The Emperor wanted us to implicate Rampart to get what he was after all along. Senate approval for his stormtrooper program.” Rex growled.

“The fate of all the clones is now sealed, because of us. What’s gonna happen to them?” Echo asked, concern and regret laced in his voice.

“I don’t know.” Senator Chuchi replied with a regretful sigh. “But I will keep fighting for the clones. You all deserve the same rights as every citizen.�� She bent down to face Omega. “I won’t give up.”

Omega believed her. She’d proven she cared and that was what was needed.

“If you need anything, Rex, just say the word.” Hunter told the clone captain. “Senator.” He dipped his head in goodbye before he turned to Echo and rested his hand on his shoulder. “Wherever you end up, remember what I said.” He headed back in the direction of the ship.

“Don’t get into trouble without us.” Wrecker said with an affectionate punch to Echo’s arm.

“Without us?” Omega asked curiously.

Shit. You forgot she didn’t know and that made everything far worse. You took your moment to quickly hug him, and you didn’t just yourself to speak out loud. Be careful, okay?

Echo nodded at you as you stepped away.

“Best of luck, Echo.” Tech said sincerely before he followed you and Wrecker to the ship.

“Luck with what?” Omega asked him as you all left.

This suddenly became a lot more difficult than he had been expecting. “I’m going with Rex.” Echo revealed to her. “The clones will need our help now more than ever. I can’t turn my back on them.”

“You- You can’t leave.” Omega stammered. “We’re- We’re a squad.”

He knew she wouldn’t understand as clearly as the rest of you had and he knew he had to make this as easy as possible for her. “Omega, this is something I have to do. I’m going where I’m needed.”

She couldn’t fully accept that. “But we need you too.” She choked out.

Echo kneeled in front of her and placed his helmet down so he could lay a comforting hand on her shoulder. “It’s not forever. I’ll be back. Keep up with your training while I’m gone. Huh? Understood?”

Omega threw her arms around his neck and hugged him close.

Echo hesitated for a moment. This was a level of intimacy he hadn’t reached with Omega yet, but he didn’t mind it. He placed arms around her and returned the embrace.

Omega pulled back. “Yes, Sir.” She sniffed as she wiped away the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes.

Echo stood. “Keep an eye on them.” He directed with a slight smile as he signalled for the young girl to head back to the ship.

Hunter waited for Omega at the top of the ship’s steps. Another brother gone. But he was just grateful he wasn’t losing Echo to the clutches of the Empire.

“How are you doing?” You asked, entwining your fingers with his as you both watched Echo and Omega say their goodbyes.

“Fine.” Hunter replied briefly.

“Really?” You titled your head at him. “You don’t have to be.”

Hunter sighed. “I am fine. I just hope he finds what he’s looking for and that he stays safe.”

“We’ll see him again. Choices, remember?”

Hunter nodded. “At least this choice I understand.” He said quietly with a hint of sadness.

You squeezed his hand in understanding and kissed the corner of his mouth before you turned back into the main body of the ship, only releasing his hand at the last moment.

He let his hand fall back to his side and straightened up as Omega came up the steps. He placed a gentle hand on her back as she walked into the ship.

Echo watched as the ship lifted off. He knew it wasn’t the last time he would see you all, but it would take some getting used to. For now, though, his path was elsewhere.

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hetalia-fannn · 8 months

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Face family headcannons where their s/o tried to give them chocolates for Valentine’s Day but the s/o accidentally ate them in their sleep and they woke up to a empty box of chocolates to give

Sure!

Sorry, it's late!

Hetalia - Himaruya

Characters: Aph France, Aph America, Aph Canada, Aph England -> Face family

Genre: Fluff

Reader: Gender-neutral

france gif cuz why not lol

Aph Face Family's reaction to you eating the chocolate you were supposed to give them on Valentines: (Under the cut!)

P.S: Instead of writing a whole one for all of them, I decided it'd be better if I seperated each of their headcanons.

France:

When you realised you ate all the beautiful chocolate you reserved for France to give him on Valentines while you were sleeping, you couldn't find a way to keep yourself calm since you literally ate them all!

Now you were wondering of ways to get him new chocolates, but it was too late, France knocked on your door already.

You didn't know what to do, since you were all day saying him you prepared a surprise gift which was the chocolate.

"Mon S/o, it's finally Valentines are you ready for our date~?"

"I also wonder about these chocolates you said tasted amazing and especially bought for me~"

With that, you just figured it out you couldn't lie on this situation which would only make him sad. So you just,

"France, it makes me so embarrassed to say this but... I actually ate them in my sleep! And now there is just an empty box.."

You thought it would make him feel dissapointed in you, but then you heard France's giggling.

"Mon S/o! That's in fact a little funny of you~ But I don't really mind it at all! Forget them, let's just go out for our date~"

You smiled, you guessed it was just some overthinking, luckily your date with him went perfect!

America:

IT.WAS.ALL.EMPTY.

The chocolate box was literally empty as a desert.

You weren't really a sleepwalker, but it looked like you were a sleepeater. The chocolates you wanted to give to America were gone, he always gave you the best gifts, and you wanted to do the same.

But with your "luck", the worst happened.

You knew he had a sweet tooth, your homemade Valentines chocolate would really be the best gift ever, and sad thing was you didn't have time to make them again.

So you just went him to confess what actually happened. Damn how could you even say that you ate all of his chocolate?!?

America shouted when he saw you, "HEYY S/o How are doing???"

"Are you ready for Valentines??? CUZ I AM!!"

"I am as well, but I accidentally ate all your chocolate ><"

"Oh really? Well I don't mind!! Now that's my chance to take you to chocolate shop!!"

Well, he wasn't bothered at all, knowing him, that would be the best date for you.

Canada:

Canada was someone who didn't really mind small mistakes, he was always grateful for every little thing in life.

So you, eating all the chocolate you got for him wouldn't really be a problem for him, you thought.

But at the same time, you just couldn't believe yourself for doing that, looked like it was your first time learning you had the ability to eat even while you were sleeping!

He was an understanding person, you really admired him for that, so maybe he wouldn't really mind what happened either.

While going to the park you two really liked, you were thinking whether to tell him the truth or not.

Obviously, he noticed it, he always paid attention to you which was lovely.

"Hey S/o, is there something bothering you? You haven't really spoken any word on our way.."

You couldn't resist, "Yeah... I accidentally ate all your chocolate, it was special for you, I can't believe I made this mistake.."

You looked at his face only to see his calm and heart warming smile, "It's okay S/o, chocolates aren't really important as you, why don't we make ours together instead?"

England:

This made you all blush, "Yes, of course!"

You loved how he always like that...

Tea time with England, truly one of the best date for you two.

Except, it would be better if you didn't eat all the chocolate??!? While you were sleeping?!?!? How did that even happen?!?!?

These thoughts were all in your head, maybe you were too excited for your date that you ate them all while you were sleeping.

Was it because you were thinking about him? You asked to yourself. Didn't notice England was calling you twice.

"Hey S/o, you there?" Out of your thoughts immediately, you answered "Y-yes! I am! I was just- nevermind..."

"Not the nevermind when there is completely something bothering you. Is it about the chocolates you ate last night?"

You were shocked when you heard that, how did he know?

"Oh my, how did you learn..?"

"I heard some noises in the kitchen, and saw you eating all the chocolates, I thought you were hungry, so didn't say anything."

"But why...? They were all for you, and I ate them all, wouldn't that make you feel dissapointed in me..?"

"And why would it? I found you very cute that moment, and didn't bother you or myself heh"

You blushed, maybe chocolates weren't that important anyways.

"Anyways, let's continue our tea time"

You nodded while feeling happy.

Okay so rereading this, I guess it might be a little ooc, I hope it doesn't matter. And I also hope you'll like it! :") Again sorry for replying lately, hope it's how you wanted!

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avocado-writing · 2 years

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Had to really keep this one concise, bc I could have gotten very carried away with it!

GN!Reader x Tangerine

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Tangerine is a businessman, or that’s what he likes to call himself anyway.

It just so happens that his business consists of beating the shit out of anyone who upsets or disrespects his boss. And he’s very good at beating the shit out of those sorts of people. So good he’s made a career out of it, actually.

A lot of people see him and know enough about him that they keep well out of his way. And honestly, he likes it that way. Being feared.

Or at least he thought he did.

And then he sees your smile.

They’re walking down the street, on the way to a bakery Lemon has convinced him they need to go in before they start work today.

“Best croissants I’ve ever had in my life,” Lemon assures him. Tangerine wrinkles his nose up.

“Croissants? What’s wrong with a sausage roll?”

“There’s nothing wrong with a sausage roll, but I’m not gonna start my day with it, am I? Croissants are breakfast food.”

“I’ll break something in a minute,” Tangerine mutters, but Lemon has pretty much learned to ignore him at this point.

The bakery does smell lovely, Tangerine will concede that. And the display case is full of delicious-looking, meticulously-crafted little cakes and pastries.

It’s not them that he ends up staring at, though.

Your smile lights up the whole room. Like a fucking ray of sunshine dressed in a bakery uniform. As soon as you spot Lemon, you’re already holding out a little takeaway bag.

“Morning, Lemon! Here you go - regular order, hot out of the oven,” you say, cheerfully. Lemon grins.

“What would I do without you, eh?”

“Have one cold, I suppose,” you laugh. It’s like music to Tangerine’s ears. Then you finally seem to see him. The next smile, directed at him, threatens to knock Tangerine off his feet.

“Who’s your friend?”

“My brother,” says Lemon, “Tangerine.”

“Oh! This is Tangerine. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Tangerine gets a funny feeling in his chest over the idea that you know anything about him. And yet, you don’t seem afraid.

He realises there’s no way you can know what he and Lemon do for a living.

“All good, I hope,” Tangerine manages.

“Well, mostly about how you don’t like our pastries even though you haven’t even tried one,” you say, crossing your arms over your chest, simulating telling him off. You get an idea, and use your serving tongs to bag up another croissant.

“Here. On the house. Maybe I can win you over.”

Truth be told, you already have.

His fingers brush yours when he takes the bag. Lemon pays for his own order and a coffee to go, putting a lot of money into the tip jar on the counter.

The croissant is delicious.

Tangerine comes back the next day, without Lemon this time. The bell rings as the door opens and you seem surprised to see him.

“Oh, hello! It’s you again. Where’s your brother?”

“I came alone today,” he says. He has the urge to readjust his hair, even though he already fixed it about five times on his way here.

“Did you like the croissant?”

He finds himself smiling at how easily you talk to him.

“It was lovely, actually.”

“See! I knew you’d like it. Do you want another one today?”

“What I want,” Tangerine says, “is to take you out to dinner.”

He’s nervous. He doesn’t like it. He’s never nervous. But the idea that you might say no churns his stomach like an ocean storm.

You seem surprised at this request. Wide-eyed, open-mouthed. The fact you don’t immediately answer eggs him on to say more.

“One dinner. And if you don’t have a good time, I swear I’ll never set foot in this bakery again. Can’t say the same for Lemon, though. He loves this place.”

You smile at that, regaining your composure.

“Well, alright, then. I close the place up at six.”

So he’s back ten hours later, finding you shutting the security gate over the storefront. You’re wearing a black jumper and a pair of jeans. His heart threatens to stop in his chest.

“Oh, Tangerine! You came.”

“You seem surprised.”

You shrug.

“I’m used to being stood up, I guess.”

Tangerine wants to find anyone who’s ever stood you up and make them suffer for it. Instead he settles on walking you to the very fancy restaurant that cleared a reservation for two this evening, when he made it clear who he worked for.

“I feel… thoroughly underdressed,” you decide, looking around after you’ve been seated.

“What? No you’re not, love.”

You scoff.

“Oh, come on. Look around. You’re in a three-piece suit, and I have flour on my sleeve.”

He hates the way you shy into yourself. Trying to make yourself smaller, as if apologising to the world for existing.

“You look wonderful,” he states, honestly.

And there’s that smile again.

The evening goes brilliantly. You speak animatedly about your business, and he asks lots of questions about baking that you’re all too happy to answer. You order a salad, but when he guesses if that’s what you really want you seem relieved and ask for a steak instead. He watches you laugh at his jokes, respond to his flirting with your own.

Then the gunmen ruin it.

He knows his boss’s rivals around this area, and can identify another gang on sight. You let out a shocked, fearful gasp as the door is kicked in, and the assailants ready their weapons.

Tangerine, however, is a professional.

And very, very angry his date has been ruined.

“Get down,” he states, pulling his pistol out. For a moment you’re frozen with fear. But when he takes aim and shoots one of the men in the head, you find enough of your wits to dive under the table.

He’s glad you don’t see what happens. Or, at least, have a very obscured view. Because it seems like the gunmen didn’t count on him being in the restaurant. The next five minutes are brief but bloody. His suit gets stained when he pulls the trigger at one of them at point blank range and that makes him even more furious. He’s far more aggressive than he needs to be from that moment on, using his knuckle dusters out of anger than necessity.

When he’s done there’s a metallic tang tainting the air. He heads back to where he told you to hide, gets down on one knee and peers beneath the tablecloth.

Your eyes are wide, full of tears, and it breaks his heart.

“Tangerine,” you whisper, “what… what do you do?”

He smiles, thinly.

“Businessman, love.”

#tangerine x reader #tangerine x you #tangerine x y/n #tangerine bullet train #bullet train fanfic

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strangerthingslover69 · 1 year

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Tonight’s the night

Dmitri Antonov + Female reader

18+ minors do not read!

Warnings ~ swearing, drinking, and smut ~

Two months ago you, Joyce and Murray helped Hopper escape from Russia. It also happens to be where you met the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen Dmitri Antonov. Love at first site. Once you’d all settled back to America the two starting dating, it was going amazingly! However with settling back into normality and dealing with everything that happened you and Dmitri had not had chance to be alone properly. You confide in Joyce about your problem and she comes up with a plan to get you and Dmitri properly acquainted

❤️*This is a request from the lovely @themightyloki thank you so much I loved writing this, sorry it took so long! And of course had to use your GIF!* ❤️

Two months ago your life changed for the better. Two months prior two that was the darkest time of your life. But here. Right now. Everything was good. Perfect even. You, Dmitri and Mikhail had settled into your new house together. You loved living with them. They were your new life. Your family. You treated Mikhail as if he was your own even though he was a little more than half your age, but it didn’t bother you because you were finally happy. It was like any other Friday, Dmitri working at the station with Hopper, Mikhail at school with the others and you, well you hadn’t quite found a job yet despite looking everyday. Dmitri told you not to worry something will come up. As you browse the local paper looking through the job section there’s a knock at the door. You get up and answer it. ‘Joyce, this is a nice surprise. Please come in!’ You say letting her in. ‘I thought since it was my day off you’d like some company.’ She says making her way to the kitchen. You close the door and follow her through. ‘I’d love some. Thanks, want a drink or anything?’ You say turning on the kettle. ‘That’d be great thanks. But was thinking maybe something a little stronger?’ She says placing a bottle of wine on the table. You didn’t even realise she’s carried it through. You chuckle and grab two wine glasses from the cupboard. ‘Let’s get more comfortable’ you say making your way to the sofa. Joyce follows through as you place the wine glasses down. She opens the bottle and pours a generous amount in. She passes you the glass and sits down next to you. ‘Cheers’ she says barging her glass to yours. ‘Cheers’ you clink glasses and take a sip. ‘Mmm that’s good!’ You say licking your lips. ‘Hopper sure can pick a good wine even if he can’t pronounce most’ she says with a small giggle. ‘Speaking of Hopper, how are you guys?’ You ask with a smile. Joyce sighs happily, ‘we are really good. I’m just so happy he’s back. I’m even more happier when the kids go to the Wheelers tomorrow night, if you know what I mean’ she says winking at you. You laugh and take a sip of wine. Letting out a sigh. ‘I wish I would know’ ‘You mean you two haven’t?’ Joyce asks avoiding the word. ‘Fucked?’ You say bluntly. ‘Nope nothing’ you say throwing your head on the side of the sofa cushion. ‘Oh sweetie, why!’ She asks surprised. ‘It’s not that we don’t want to. Believe me we do. It’s just, we never get chance to. With Dmitri working a lot, me looking for jobs, Mikhail and his homework. I know they sound like shit excuses but that the truth’ you say taking a big gulp of wine. ‘Y/N you should of said! Joyce says leaning forward. You chuckle. ‘What told you about my non existent sex life?’ You ask amused. ‘Yes!’ She replies. You frown at her feeling confused. ‘No what I mean is if I would of known sooner I could of helped you. I still can’ she says smiling. ‘Joyce I love you but you’ve lost me completely.’ You say refilling your glass. ‘Sorry, what I mean is why don’t we have Mikhail tonight? We’ve got the boys over for a sleepover, why doesn’t he join too?’ She suggests. You stop filling your glass and put it on the table. You turn slowly to her and smile widely. ‘Yes! Yes please Joyce. I would be so damn grateful. Thank you! I could kiss you right now!’ You say bringing her in for a hug. She laughs and hugs you back. ‘You can save all that kissing for Dmitri’ she says with a wink. ‘You need to help me find something to wear!’ You say leaping from the sofa and dragging her down to yours and Dmitri’s bedroom.

Dmitri is sat at his desk typing up some notes from the last arrest. ‘Do you ever stop working?’ Hopper says with a laugh making his way over to Dmitri. He sits on his very tidy desk. Dmitri looks up and replies, ‘sometimes’ he shrugs his shoulders. ‘Been meaning to ask, how things with you and Y/N?’ Hopper says taking a bite out of a doughnut. Dmitri sighs, ‘good. Really good in fact.’ ‘Then why doesn’t your face match with what you’ve just said?’ Hopper asks. ‘It’s, it’s just’ Dmitri looks around the office to make sure no one’s listening. ‘It is going great Hopper truly. But we, we haven’t, you know?’ Dmitri trails off. Hopper makes a O shape with his lips. ‘Fuck. I just presumed you two had’ Hopper replies. ‘We want to. But there’s never anytime to’ he says sipping his now cold coffee. Hopper thinks for a minute finishing his doughnut. ‘Why not take her out on a date? An actually date? You know candles, wine, food?’ Hopper suggests. Dmitri smiles, ‘I’d love to but Mikhail. We can not leave him home alone.’ ‘So don’t, bring him over to Joyce’s and mine. We got the rest of them and I’m sure Mikhail would love to join’ he offers with a kind smile. Dmitri sits up straight a smile beaming from ear to ear. ‘Are you sure?’ He asks. Hopper nods. ‘Course! Man if me and Joyce hadn’t fucked yet. I’d be losing my mind. I’ll call Joyce and let her know. By the way I recommend Enzo’s. Amazing breadsticks’ Hopper says with a wink. It’s funny thinking that was his code name. ‘Thank you Hopper. I owe you’ Dmitri says still beaming with a smile. ‘Don’t worry about it’ he says walking off to his office.

Hopper calls Joyce but no look. He remembers that she said she might pop over to see Y/N so he tries there. A few rings later and you answer. ‘Hello?’ ‘Hey Y/N, is Joyce there?’ Hopper asks. ‘Yeah she is, one second! Joyce it’s Hop!’ You call for her. She makes her way to you and you hand her the phone walking back to the bedroom. ‘Hey Hop, what’s up?’ Joyce asks. ‘Hey honey, no nothing. Just wanted to let you know we’ve got an extra one tonight. Mikhail is staying over’ Hopper says with a smile. ‘How did you know?’ Joyce asks surprised. ‘What do you mean? I just arranged it with Dmitri. He’s gonna take out Y/N to Enzo’s then take her home so they can… you know’ Hopper says down the phone. Joyce laughs. ‘What’s so funny?’ Hopper asks scrunching his nose. ‘I offered to have Mikhail stay over too. She told me they haven’t.. had sex yet! So I decided to help’ she said the last part in a whisper. Hopper laughs now too. ‘Well aren’t we some great friends?’ He says. ‘The best’ Joyce replies

As you go through your wardrobe you notice a box you forgot about tucked away. You pull it out and open it. You can’t help but feel excited. You pull out the lingerie and smile. Joyce walks back in the room, ‘wow, he’s gonna love that!’ Joyce says looking at what you’re holding. Two piece set. Black lace, makes your boobs and ass look amazing. It cost you a fortune but knew it would be worth it to see the look on Dmitri’s face. ‘I hope so, Joyce I honestly can’t thank you enough!’ You can’t help but squeal with excitement. You hear the front door open, you look at the time, you realise schools over and it’s Mikhail. You quickly put your lingerie back into the box and welcome him. He sees you walk out your room and smiles instantly. You walk over and bring him in for a hug. You and Mikhail have a wonderful relationship. You treat him like your own. You love him. ‘привет, хорошего дня?’ (Hi, have a nice day?) you ask. Your Russian was still minimal and rusty but you tried. He smiles at your attempt of the words still. ‘да спасибо вторая мама’ (yes thank you, second mum) he says still smiling. You can definitely see Dmitri in him. The same beautiful blue eyes and dashing smile. He’s even inherited his height. He may be sixteen but he was taller than you, though that wasn’t difficult. ‘So Mikhail, Joyce has kindly invited you to her house for a sleepover with the others! How does that sound?’ You say with excitement. Mikhail smile spreads even more if that’s possible. ‘Yes please mama! Thank you’ he says seeing Joyce stood by your bedroom door. Your heart always warmed more anytime he called you mama. ‘Your more than welcome honey, want to pack a bag and we can go?’ Joyce offers. ‘Okay, thank you!’ He says near enough sprinting to his room. You turn to Joyce and bring her in for a hug. ‘Thank you so much. He’s so happy!’ You feel your eyes well up slightly. ‘Aw sweetie anytime honestly’ she says hugging you back. Mikhail comes out only five minutes later with his backpack full. You give him some money as you know full well they will most likely go to the arcade. He thanks you gives you a hug and kiss goodbye and is out the door waiting by Joyce’s car. You say your goodbye to Joyce, ‘have fun tonight, I look forward to hearing about it’ she says with a wink. You burst out laughing and wave them both goodbye. You hear the phone ring in the kitchen, you make your way over. ‘Hello?’ You answer. ‘Hey sweetie, I’m almost done here. Sorry haven’t called been a busy day.’ You hear Dmitri’s voice at the end of the line. ‘Hey you, don’t worry about it, you’ll never guess what!’ You say smiling down the phone. ‘What?’ He asks. ‘Mikhail is staying at Joyce and Hoppers. You know what that means?’ You say seductively. Dmitri can already feel himself getting a semi on. ‘I know baby, Hopper said. I can not wait. But before we get down to business I need you to get changed. Maybe into that dress you’ve been saving for a special occasion?’ He says, you can hear the smile in his voice. ‘I can’t wait to what we’re doing,’ you say playing with the phone cord. ‘It’ll be worth the wait, I’ll be home soon, bye’ Dmitri says. ‘Bye baby’ you say hanging up the phone. You go straight to the bathroom to shower. You shave everywhere making sure to look just perfect, shampooing and conditioning your hair, you knew Dmitri loved the smell of it. He said it was one the first things he noticed about you. The smell of apple in your hair. Once your body is washed you get out the shower lathering yourself in your new body cream, smelling like a flower. You walk back to your bedroom with a towel around your waist and one around your hair. You go to the wardrobe and bring to look for that ‘special dress’. You hear the front door open and Dmitri’s voice. ‘Hey Y/N, just gonna take a quick shower then I’ll be with you’ he shouts down the hall. ‘Okay baby!’ You shout back smile plastered across your face.

Once your hear the bathroom door close and the shower on take the towel out of your hair and You find the hairdryer and being drying your hair. Once pretty much dry you put on that special set of lingerie. You look at yourself in the mirror. You look good you had to admit. Going back to the wardrobe you finally find the dress you’d be searching for. It’s sexy as hell. You got is a couple of years ago and never had the confidence to wear it, as you said, you were saving it for something special. That is today. As you put it on butterflies fill your tummy as tonight is finally the night. The night you finally feel Dmitri inside of you, a tingling sensation runs although your body. Lost in your thoughts you don’t hear Dmitri enter your bedroom. ‘Wow’ he says breathlessly. You turn around and see him with just the towel around his waist. You bite your lip, it’s going to even be hard waiting to have him when he displays himself so invitingly for you. ‘You look beautiful’ he says walking towards you, lust filled in his eyes. You blush at his compliment, ‘if you look at me that way we are never gonna make it to wherever we’re going’ you say as he stops in front of you. He brings his hand to the side of your cheek and stokes it delicately. ‘Я не могу помочь. ты такая красивая’ (I can not help it, you are so beautiful) he says in a sexy tone. You have no idea what he’s saying but he knows the effect his native tongue has on you. He could be saying anything and you’d melt into him. ‘не могу дождаться, чтобы наконец почувствовать тебя’ (I can’t wait to finally feel you) he says moving his thumb to pull down onto your bottom lip. He’s so damn teasing. You stare into one another’s eyes not saying anything, just the feeling of wanting one another more and more. You take his thumb into your mouth. Swirling your tongue around it and starting to suck it. ‘ебать’ (fuck) he mutter under his breath. You smirk as you pop your lips off his thumb. ‘Best get ready or else we’ll be late’ you say with a wink walking past him to go sort your hair in the bathroom. Dmitri watches as you exit the bedroom, ‘how the fuck am I suppose to wait’ he mumbles to himself as he finally gets dressed. Dmitri walks out all fresh in his smart trousers, freshly ironed shirt with a black tie and black blazer. He meets you in the kitchen, ‘ready?’ You hear him say. You turn to see him, my god he looks good. ‘Ready handsome’ you say giving him a quick peck on the cheek before leaving.

Dmitri parks up and you talk a small walk to your date, you see Enzo’s in your eye line. ‘I’ve been wanting to try here for ages!’ You say excitedly squeezing his arm. ‘Now you can baby’ he says with a warm smile. Once seated it’s truly beautiful in here, small but cosy and the lights twinkle all around. The waiter takes your order, Dmitri ordered a bottle of red for you both knowing it’s your favourite. You order breadsticks to share, Dmitri ordered a steak and you go for the lasagne after hearing Hopper bang on about it so much. ‘So, this is the place I was named after?’ Dmitri says with a laugh. You smile back, remembering the code name he was given. ‘Well I think it’s very fitting, don’t you?’ You say with a smile. ‘Oh, how so?’ He says reaching for your hand across the table, you interlock fingers and it just feels so right. ‘Well, it’s got class, it’s warm, a beautiful place’ you lean in closer. ‘Plus, I hear it taste pretty good too’ you say seductively. Dmitri smiles, ‘You are very naughty’ he says in a near enough whisper. You roll your eye playfully. Considering how busy it is your food arrives pretty quickly. Now you know why Hopper would talk about this place so much, everything tasted incredible. With full tummies and the bottle empty Dmitri asks if you want any dessert? You shake your head. ‘I’ll have my dessert at home’ you say lifting your leg under the table to slowly travel up his. Dmitri raises his eyebrows at you speechless. He calls the waiter over and gets the cheque paying for it leaving a decent tip. You leave Enzo’s hand in hand walking back to the car. Excitement running although out your body. Dmitri drives fast but safely home. Once finally in the fun begins

As soon as your front door closes your lips instally find one another. A very needy kiss. Lips crashing on one another as you’ve waited so long for the moment. You can taste each other dinner and the wine as your tongues intwine with one another. ‘Bedroom’ you manage to say through a breath before attaching your lips back to his. You feel his hands reach under your bum as he picks you up so effortlessly making you squeal. Your lip reconnect as he carries you to your bedroom. You’re impressed he doesn’t knock anything over on the way. Once in the bedroom he closes the door with his foot and turns you around slamming you into the back of the door making you gasp in surprise. ‘So dominant’ you say biting your lip. ‘Don’t want you forgetting who’s in charge, do we?’ He says with a wink. Before you reply his lips attach to your neck, kissing it up and down, you feel his teeth sink in as he begins to suck on your flesh. Your hands move roughly thorugh his hair giving it a tug. He moans into you. He lets go of your neck licking where he’s just left a mark. You whine at him. ‘What’s wrong?’ He asks concerned. ‘Dmitri. I need you. Now’ you say in a demanding voice. He does not need to be told twice. He moves you both back from the door turning around to the bed, he throws you down and drops to his knees like he’s worshipping you. You look down at him and he looks like a starved man. Hair sticking up, lips red and puffy, eyes full of lust. He looks at you as he slowly takes your shoes off throwing them behind him. You lay back as you feel his lips slowly kissing your ankle making his way higher. He lifts your legs up throwing them behind his shoulders, pulling you closer to him. It’s hard to keep still as his mouth gets closer to your aching core. His hand push your dress up showing your lingerie. ‘ебать’ (fuck) he mutters. ‘Y/N, as sexy as these are I’m going to have to take them off’ he says as his hands reach around the waistband pulling them down. You see them fly behind him landing somewhere in the room. Dmitri is how face to face with your bare glistening pussy. ‘Beautiful’ he says leaning down giving it a kiss. Only a small kiss and your already crumbling under him. As he kisses the inside of your thighs you can’t help but giggle as his moustache tickles you. ‘Something funny Y/N?’ Dmitri asks as he continues to kiss. ‘Your moustache tickles a little’ you say a little embarrassed. ‘Does this tickle?’ Dmitri asks as you feel his tongue lick a stripe on your pussy. You moan loudly. He removes his tongue and does it again. ‘I said, does that tickle?’ He asks as you feel his tongue swirling slowly on your clit. ‘N-no’ you managed to say. ‘Good’ he says with a devilishly grin before going back down. His mouth is amazing. You feel his tongue all over your pussy, licking up and down. ‘You taste incredible’ he moans into your pussy causing you to moan even louder. Your fingers reach for his hair pulling it tight and closer to your aching core. You feel his fingers moving up to your hole, he teasingly inserts one making your hips buck. He inserts his finger and begins to pump in and out of you. ‘Fuck Dmitri!’ You moan as his speed picks up, his lips suck around you clit. You can feel your close. Dmitri can tell as you clench around him, he adds another finger stretching you out for his dick. ‘Dmitri, gonna, gonna!’ You can’t finish your sentence as the coil breaks and you feel yourself cumming around his fingers. He sucks and licks all your juices up as you catch your breath.

You pull him up for a kiss, not caring that you can taste yourself on him. Your hands begin to unbutton his shirt. You manage to undo all the buttons and push his shirt off his shoulders. Your arms tracing his muscles as you do so. You feel goosebumps running down him. His trousers dig into your naked pussy, you feel the outline of his dick, the friction causes you to gasp. ‘Dmitri. Fuck me’ you command to him looking him with lust filled eyes. He does not need telling twice. Dmitri gets up quickly and takes off his trousers and boxers in one quick swoop whilst you pull off your dress and unclasp your bra. You lay there naked as he stand there naked. You’re both fully admiring each others bodies. Dmitri bites his lip as he sees your beautiful body fully naked. After months of waiting he can finally make love to you. You sit up and crawl to the end of the bed and bend down so you’re facing his dick. It’s glorious. So fucking big and hard. Your mouth drools at the sight of it. You give him little kisses along the tip and make your way down his shaft. You can hear him muttering something but unsure what he says. You kiss your way back up his shaft and where you meet his throbbing tip. You give in and give it a little kitten lick, licking up his pre cum. He moans at your small movements. You look up with a smile. He thinks you look truly beautiful. He adored your smile. You mouth wraps around the top of his dick as you begin to slowly suck it. ‘Fuck’ he moans as your feel his hand running through your hair. His moans make you suck deeper, you hallow your cheeks out to help you fit him in fully. You slightly gag as your feel him hit the back as your throat. Your eyes water but you don’t care. He tastes and feels amazing. As you suck harder Dmitri is trembling with your touch. He’s in trouble not even five minutes and he feels like he’s going to cum. He pulls you off his dick by your hair, you mouth makes a pop as you detach. ‘Y/N, your too fucking good’ he pulls you up to meet his mouth. Mouths on one another kissing harshly and hungrily, teeth clashing but neither one of you care. ‘Lay down’ he says in between kisses. You obey and lay on your back opening your legs up for him to see your glistening pussy. ‘So perfect’ he says as he lines his dick up to your pussy, leaning his body on top of yours. You look into one another’s eyes, both full of so much love. ‘Ready?’ Dmitri asks. You smile, ‘ready’ you reply in a near enough whisper. Dmitri pushes his dick slowly into you, you both let out a loud moan together as he goes in. Fuck. He’s finally inside of you. After months of waiting it’s finally here. ‘You okay?’ He asks with concern. You can’t help but smile even more, ‘I’m perfect. Now fuck me Dmitri’ you say clenching yourself around him.

Dmitri moans feeling you go tighter. He begins to thrust in and out of you. Sex has never felt this good before. Ever. With anyone else. He fills you up and is a perfect fit, just like he was made for you. Dmitri’s speed starts to pick up as he moves in and out. Your arms around his shoulders, nails digging in as he hits that special spot. He leans down and kisses your neck, you can hear his hot moans in your ear and it turns you on even more if that’s possible. One hand rests on the bed frame as the other traces your waist until he meets your breast. Taking you nipple between his fingers and twisting it. ‘Fuck!’ You moan. ‘You like?’ He asks smugly. ‘Y-yes!’ You moan again. His lips move off your neck, he kisses down your collarbone till he meet your breast. He sucks the delicate skin of your breast, he wants to leave marks on you. He never wants to forget this. He’s sure he most definitely will not but the thought of your breasts being marked up and hidden from the world gives him excitement. He moves his tongue as he begins to suck your nipple. ‘Dmitri, you- your gonna make m-me cum!’ You moan. ‘Cum baby, cum on my dick’ he moans into your nipple. His thrusts become quicker and you clench around him, ‘fuckfuckfuck!’ You moan as you cum all over his dick. You barely have time to catch your breath before Dmitri lifts your legs higher to your shoulder as fucks you hard. He’s hitting you so deep that you didn’t know it was physically this possible to feel this good. Dmitri’s trusts become sloppier as he feels himself almost ready to cum. ‘Fuck Y/N. So-so close’ he moans biting his lip. ‘Cum in me Dmitri, please!’ You beg, you don’t care how desperate you sound you needed to be filled. Your legs begin to burn and you feel him digging into your legs hard but you can feel him twitching inside of you, ‘fuck- I love you Y/N!’ Dmitri moans loudly as he finally gives in and cums in you. Dmitri catches his breath as he takes his fingers off your legs already seeing bruises there. He slowly pulls out and can already see him cum dripping out. Dmitri looks to you and sees your eyes are watery. ‘Y/N, what’s wrong?’ He asks moving next to you with concern and worry. You look at Dmitri as a tear rolls down your cheek. You bring your hand to stroke his face and smile. ‘Nothing. Everything is perfect’ you say leaning in and giving him a kiss. You rest your forehead on his. ‘Dmitri?’ You say nervously. He looks up at you, ‘I love you too’ you say biting your lip. Dmitri smiles back at you. He wasn’t sure if you’d heard him. ‘It’s not exactly how I wanted to tell you’ he says scratching the back of his neck. ‘Tell me again then’ you say shrugging your shoulders. ‘I love you Y/N’ You bring him in for another kiss as you fall back on to the bed. You loved Dmitri. And he loved you

#dmitri antonov fanfic #dmitri antonov x reader #dmitri antonov #dmitri x reader #dmitri stranger things #smut #stranger things #stranger things smut #enzo x reader #enzo stranger things

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plentyoffandoms · 2 years

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Main Masterlist ♡ Top Gun Maverick Masterlist ♡ Jake "Hangman" Seresin Masterlist ♡ Still the One Masterlist

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: Some swearing. Hope you all like it.

Also please don't come at me for not knowing Naval terms or their training. This is just fiction.

Gifs & photos do not belong to me.

Jake "Hangman" Seresin's POV

I haven't seen YN since that first day. Have I been avoiding her? Maybe. Should I atleast try and be friends with her? I don't know.

Knowing she has moved on and with someone else has completely messed with my emotions.

It isn't because it is with another woman, but just for the fact that I know I will never have another chance with her and that is getting to me.

People have noticed how I have been quiet. How I haven't really talked to anyone. I just have to let my emotions run its course.

"Did you hear that the base is going to be doing a Family Day here?" Bob mentioned as him and Fritz walked past me.

"Yeah. Got told we will all have to be there. No exceptions." Fritz said. My shoulders seemed to have slumped at that.

I hate these things. Just makes me realise even more that I don't have my own family, which my Mom constantly likes to remind me of.

"I am not getting any younger Jakey."

Her voice said in my head. I always joke and tell her that there maybe a few Grandchildren out there that we just don't know about.

That usually gets me a slap upside the head and her telling me that isn't funny.

"Is everyone invited?" I asked. That stopped the two of them.

"What you mean by everyone?" Fritz asked.

"Including the civilian employees?"

"Uh, yeah. They want everyone to be there. I think it is just to show," I zoned him out as I thought of running into YN and this mysterious Alice.

Maybe she won't bring her. Who knows how long the two of them have been together for anyways. Could be a new relationship.

As the Family Day event got closer and closer I knew I was royally screwed. The Nurses tent will be right across from us and I will have to look at YN all day long.

I tried to get the event planner to change our spot, but they just put their foot down.

"No. It stays where it is." Was all I got told.

"What is your issue with having the Nurses tent across from us?" Yale asked me the night before.

I wasn't going to tell him the truth, so I came up with some bullshit one. "I just don't want to listen to people throwing up from the heat or children crying because they hurt themselves."

"Oh. I thought it was about that nurse that ran with us that morning." I cleared my throat and informed him that is not the reason at all.

Today was finally the day. I woke up and got dressed in my uniform. Anyone who was not participating in the events were to be in uniform.

I joined my peers at our table and waited for the day to start. I can feel the hot California sun beating down on us and I knew it was going to be a very long day.

YN's POV:

I wasn't going to bring Alice to this but my sister insisted when I told her about it.

"This will be good for her. She has been asking about where you work." Was what I was told.

"I know she has but there will be so many people there." I said to Julia.

My sister just looked at me and didn't say anything. She knew why I was hesitating on bringing Alice.

"He has the right to know. She has the right to know him and just not through stories that you tell her."

"I know you're right but with his job," Julia cut me off.

"No more excuses. Alice has been asking about him and I can't keep distracting her every time she asks."

And that is how I found myself gripping my daughter's hand tightly as we walked onto the base a few hours into the day already starting.

I looked down at her and couldn't help but smile as her mouth was hanging open at the massive ship that was near by.

"Mommy, this is where you work?" She let go of my hang and turned in a circle, trying to take it all in.

"Yes baby. I help everyone who comes through my doors. I'll show you my office another time. Let's go on some rides." I held my hand out to her and she grabbed it.

Now she is practically dragging me to the first ride, the smile never once coming off of her face.

The two of us went on ride after ride. Many of them were a first for Alice. I won her a stuffed animal, a purple horse that she hasn't let go since it was placed in her arms.

It has been hours and I could tell that Alice was getting tired as she was walking slower.

"I want to go home Mommy."

"Okay baby, let's go use the washroom first and then we can go." The ride back home wasn't long but I knew she would be asking to go the moment we leave the parking lot.

Alice's POV:

"Wait here once you are done okay Alice? I have to go too." My Mom said to me and I told her I would and I did.

Until I saw someone walk past me who looked like she had my Mom's hair.

The woman was walking fast and I raced to catch up to her. "Mommy. Mom." I called out wondering why she wasn't looking at me.

She finally stopped and I grabbed her hand. The woman looked down at me and I up at her. I knew I made a mistake.

"I am sorry. I thought you were my Mom." I apologised as I turned to go back the way I came.

But I didn't know which was that was. Everything looked the same. I held my horse to my chest and walked through the crowd of people, looking for my mom.

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Jake "Hangman" Seresin's POV

I was walking back to the table with a nice cold drink in my hand when I saw a little girl wondering around by herself.

We got told that if a child is not with their guardian, that we have to take them to the Nurses tent.

I calmly walked up to her and got down so I was at eye level with her. She looks kind of familiar and I couldn't place who she looked like.

"Are you okay? Did you lose your Mom or Dad?" I said to her in a soft voice. She was still crying.

"My Mom." Came her reply.

"Let's go and find your Mom. My name is Jake." I held out my hand to her.

"Jake? My Dad's name is Jake?"

I smiled at that. "Well, let's go and find them shall we? I just have to take you to that tent right over there?" I pointed to where I would be taking her.

I stood up and she took my hand. The other one was still clutching the purple horse to her chest.

The tears have stopped falling and now there were little sniffles coming from her.

"Got a lost one here." I called out when we entered the tent.

"Alice?"

The child and I turned around at the sound of her name. She dropped my hand and I watched as she ran into YN's arms who was kissing her and telling her how worried she was.

"So this is Alice?" I said before I even realised I asked.

YN looked up at me and then back down at Alice. She nodded her head yes. I looked down at the little girl I just helped find her mom.

And then it clicked.

"Jake? My Dad's name is Jake?"

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orwocolor · 2 years

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happy moments in a happy life

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4.8k

Warnings: Nothing, pure fluff!

Summary: Spending your daughter Olive’s first birthday in the amusement park, you reminisce about the day you fell in love with Joe.

Author’s Note: Requested by @borhapgirlforlife19 ! Sorry it took me ages to finish this but I hope the fic itself will make up for the long wait :)

the gif is mine

“Hi Olive! Hi!” you exclaim with a wide smile and wave your hand frantically to catch the attention of your daughter. She’s sitting right next to Joe, his arm wrapped around her small body while his other hand is placed on her stomach to make sure she’s not gonna fall out of the mini train ride. After seemingly loitering in the line for quite some time, Joe finally managed to seize the seats in the small colourful locomotive, which of course are the best since there’s a button to sound the train horn. He insisted that his most beloved birthday girl deserved only the best.

Although truth be told, she’s celebrating her first birthday today and you’re pretty sure she can’t even comprehend the difference between the locomotive and the other carriages. Joe on the other hand? Oh, he’s having a blast for sure!

“Look sweetie, that’s Mum!” Joe points his finger at you and Olive looks up at him before she gingerly follows his gaze and finally her eyes find you with your phone in your hand. She gives you the most brilliant almost-toothless grin and you beam right back at her, promptly tapping the button on your phone to take as many pictures as you possibly can to capture this wonderful moment.

Your cheeks hurt from all the smiling but you can’t help yourself. Every single day your little family have been proving to you that even though it always seems like it’s not humanly possible to love them more, the love you feel for them won’t stop before anything and it keeps multiplying exponentially. The realisation warms your heart and the power of this moment is so strong for you to feel happy tears welling in your eyes. You lay your palm on your chest as if the emotions were to burst out of you if given the chance.

Before the train circles back to where you’re standing, you have just enough time to clear your throat and rummage through your handbag, finding a tissue to wipe away the tears.

Just as the mini train passes you again, Joe’s eyes meet yours and he smirks as he presses the button twice to honk the horn. He suggestively waggles his eyebrows and shoots you a wink, his eyes sparkling with mischief. Rolling your eyes, you huff out a laugh and shake your head, not quite capable to wipe that bright smile from your face. As a payback, you cross your eyes and poke out your tongue at him. Your silly expression makes Olive giggle even harder and it takes Joe great effort to keep her upright. His hands full of your squirming daughter, there’s not much left for him to do but blow you a raspberry in return as the train leaves you behind to make another round.

You get your phone ready again, this time swiping left to change the mode to video, unable to resist the urge to film your daughter for an umpteenth time. God, you’ve really become the parent that just has to capture every moment of your child, haven’t you. But who could blame you, she’s the sweetest little girl and anytime you feel down, you just scroll through your camera roll and that adorable smile cheers you up within seconds.

While they were out of your sight, Joe hoisted Olive up on his lap so that she could reach the bright yellow plastic wheel screwed to the simple control desk. His hands are over hers and he turns the wheel right and left, making train noises with his mouth. The course of the train does not naturally change based on their driving but Olive doesn’t seem to mind, giggling with excitement.

The vision in front of you takes you back to your college days, a very special one in particular.

The day you fell in love at first sight with Joe Mazzello.

It was a relatively cold day for the beginning of September. The trees were yet to get a chance to tint their leaves in yellow hues, but dark clouds and cold wind were making themselves known, announcing the approaching winter as small droplets splattered on the beige of your coat and the gust of cool air seeped through your clothes.

You lifted the lapels to protect yourself from the chill and shouldered your bag, precariously balancing in your arms the stack of books that you’d just borrowed from the college library as you made haste for the lecture hall.

The term had only started, but you were already drowning in heavy textbooks and lengthy papers, the tutors making sure their students were not loafing around. When you finally reached the lecture hall and found a seat close to the door, you dropped the books down on the desk with a loud bang, causing a few students to turn their heads after the sound. At that moment, the professor stood up and cleared her throat to announce the beginning of her lecture, and so you just mouthed a quick ‘sorry’ and plopped down on a chair. As quietly as possible, you took off your coat and pulled out your laptop to take notes. There was not much space on the desk in front of you and so you placed a few of the textbooks down on the seat next to you.

After a few minutes of your fingers flying across the keyboard as you tried to keep up with the merciless speed of the presentation, the door to the lecture hall was thrown open and someone stormed in. The professor cut herself short, the unfinished word hanging in the air as everyone craned their neck to see the source of the sudden disturbance.

A soft gasp escaped your mouth when your gaze landed on the newcomer. He was a very handsome man, with messy auburn hair, a sharp, prominent nose and beautiful kind eyes that glimmered in the white light of the lecture hall. A rosy blush spread across his cheeks and the tip of his nose as he tried to catch his breath.

You let your gaze drop down and inspected his clothes. Clad in black jeans and a coat, he appeared to favour simplicity with regards to fashion as the only traces of colour were the threads of red and blue weaved through his chequered scarf that was wrapped around his neck.

A small movement caught your attention when his grip around the handle of his backpack tightened. Shifting his weight, he chuckled nervously under the stare of several hundred students directed his way and the flush in his face turned a shade darker.

“Sorry, couldn’t find a parking spot,” the man grinned as he rubbed the back of his neck, his forehead knitting while he stood there, unsure of how to cope with all the unexpected attention.

Your eyes flicked to the lectern behind which the professor stood with a clenched jaw and gritted teeth as she looked daggers at the guy, her mouth forming into a thin line. With a quick tilt of her head, she gestured for him to take a seat and stop disturbing her lecture.

“Yeah, I’ll just, erm,” he trailed off as he scanned the room to find a vacant spot before his eyes finally met yours.

The time stopped. You weren’t breathing. He slowly blinked in a daze, unable to move or tear his gaze away from you.

You felt butterflies fluttering their wings in your stomach. You had always imagined this sensation to be uncomfortable and rather awkward, but the truth couldn’t be farther from your expectations. Admittedly, it was an odd feeling, yes, but it also was a surprisingly pleasant one, reverberating through your veins and spreading warmth throughout your body.

His lips curled upwards in a wide beaming smile and another warm wave washed over you.

The professor’s withering look intensified but you paid her no mind. His gaze still locked with yours, you felt an invisible force pulling at the corners of your mouth to give him a matching smile as you grinned from ear to ear.

The professor cleared her throat, making you jump in your seat. The handsome guy sucked in a breath and bit on his lower lip, breaking the eye contact as he sheepishly shifted his attention to the podium.

“Sorry, again. I’ll just go and take a seat.” He pointed his finger in your direction and gave the professor a solemn nod before scurrying towards you. You made haste to grab the textbooks that lay on the chair next to you to free the space as the other students shifted in their seats to focus on the lecture again, the old wood cracking and shoes squeaking against the linoleum.

He was at your side within seconds, bending down to help you bring the books to the floor. His fingers brushed over yours as you both reached for the same textbook and that now-familiar warmth settled in your fingertips. You couldn’t help but glance up at him, and your eyes locked again for a brief moment. Reluctantly, he pulled his hand away and grabbed the remaining books, neatly placing them at your feet before he took a seat next to you.

As you gathered a few of your belongings to empty his part of the desk, you realised one thing. The lecture hall had been built to hold as many people as possible and so all the seats were quite narrow, which caused you to feel the hard warmth of his body pressed against your arm and thigh. Truth be told, it was rather distracting, and you found yourself deleting a line of notes every time your mind wandered off as your unsupervised fingers started typing not only errors but occasionally absolute nonsense.

It seemed the proximity may have had a similar effect on him as every now and then his hands halted in their movement, hovering above the keyboard before he recovered from his frozen state and quickly typed a simple ‘TBA’, pressing the enter key and starting a new paragraph.

Once the lecture came to an end and everyone began to gather their things, you breathed out a relieved sigh, closed your laptop and turned to face the guy next to you. You meant to introduce yourself, maybe ask him if he would care to grab a coffee with you but before you could get a chance to open your mouth, someone else jogged up the stairs of the auditorium to greet the man next to you.

“Dude, what the hell was that?” the guy hollered and his barked-out laughter resonated against the walls as a few more students followed in his tail.

Your face dropped. With no intention of intruding upon the nice man, especially with his friends around, you gathered your things and meandered your way through the lecture hall, ignoring the agitated emptiness in the pit of your stomach.

At the door, you allowed yourself a glance at their group and your heart skipped a beat when you noticed him watching you. He gave you a small wave and an apologetic smile before he shifted his focus back to his friends as they discussed their plans for the weekend.

You bumped into a few friends of yours in the hallway and chatted with them for a while, promising to send them some of your notes until it was time for you to leave the campus and head home as well. Maybe you could make a detour to a local coffee shop. Even though it would be nicer to have company, who were you to deny yourself a hot cup of cappuccino.

Arms full of the many books you’d been carrying around the whole day, you pushed at the massive front door with your shoulder to exit the building, but you froze in your tracks as the weather put a damper on your plans.

You frowned at the dark grey clouds from which an absolute downpour was loudly beating against the concrete stairs leading to the lecture hall.

“Want me to give you a ride?” a voice said right next to your ear, and you turned on your heel, your breath hitching in your throat as you faced the man from earlier, the man you couldn’t stop thinking about.

“Isn’t your car too far?” you asked instead of providing an answer.

“No, it’s right behind the corner. I had to make a few rounds around the campus before I noticed Professor Giles reversing from his spot. Parallel parking is not his strongest suit, I’ll tell you that,” he laughed and tossed his head to prevent hair from falling in his eyes. “I’m Joe by the way,” he said and offered his hand.

“(Y/N),” you replied and wrapped your fingers around his, gently squeezing as a small smile started playing on your lips when his thumb caressed your inner wrist. “And thank you for the offer! But still, the rain’s really heavy and I don’t have an umbrella with me so I guess I’ll just wait it out.”

“We could share my scarf,” he suggested and promptly slid it down from around his neck. “Use it as a cover, you know.”

“I…” You got interrupted by one of your books slipping from the pile in your arms and you kicked your leg up, catching it before it could crash down on the floor. His palm landed on your elbow to keep you upright until you restored your balance and gripped the books in your arm more tightly, resting them against your hip.

“You know, I could carry these for you.”

“Thanks, but I’m alright,” you replied and gave him an earnest smile.

“Let’s make a deal. You lend me half of your books, and I’ll offer half of my scarf, what do you say?”

“That’s hardly a bargain for you,” you chuckled and looked away to hide the grin creeping across your face. Instead, you turned to the downpour outside and stretched out your arm, catching big raindrops into your open palm.

“Getting to press myself to this beautiful girl while we run side by side to my car so that I can give her a lift and maybe ask for her phone number, that is if I muster the courage? I see no drawbacks in the deal for me.” He revealed his teeth in another sweet smile and gave you a wink.

You let out a laugh as you shook your head in disbelief, and with a flick of your fingers, you sprinkled the water you’d just collected in your hand at him to punish him for his straightforwardness.

It was Joe’s turn to give you a slightly exasperated look as you giggled at his expression, and he rolled his eyes, the smile on his face not wavering.

“Come on.” He motioned for you to accept one corner of his scarf and while you were distracted by positioning the piece of warm fuzzy fabric above your head, he took a hold of the books in your arms, his firm glare not allowing any arguments.

“Don’t worry, I’ll give them back.”

He unzipped his backpack and pushed the books inside before you could utter any protests.

Although you hated to admit it, the scarf was not big enough and you had to huddle up close to fit underneath, just like he mentioned earlier. Maybe the idea of such proximity had not left him flustered, but it sure did make your breath hitch at the thought.

Hesitantly, you snaked your arm around his waist and after a beat of silence, he mirrored the movement, his palm gently pressed against your side.

“On three, okay?” you instructed and took a deep breath. “One. Two.”

“Three!” you both exclaimed in unison and darted down the stairs.

Oh my god was the rain bloody cold!

No matter how fast you ran, the harsh chilly raindrops were biting at your skin, quickly making it numb as your teeth chattered. And no, the scarf did very little to protect you from the downpour, getting soaked in the first few seconds. Adrenalin was pumping in your veins and the buzz you felt spreading all over your body had made you almost hysterical as you couldn’t help but laugh and squeal every time you accidentally stepped into a puddle, splashing water around you.

Moreover, the situation seemed to have the same effect on Joe, his grip on your lower back tight while he laughed at your side. There was this indescribable feeling of urgency and freedom and a rush of hot blood that left you feeling slightly dizzy and out of breath.

When you finally reached his car and jumped inside, you were absolutely drenched, raindrops trickling from your hair and occasional giggles escaping your mouths at the absurdity of it all.

Joe fumbled with the keys for a short while before he started the engine and consequently turned on the heating, pleasant warmth spreading across your damp skin as he hovered his hands above the fans.

“It should warm us up in a minute,” he commented and gave you a bright smile.

“Thanks,” you answered and mirrored his expression, the wave of warmth reaching your heart as well.

“So, where to?”

“Erm, Lafayette Hall, if that’s okay?” You suddenly felt the unease in the pit of your stomach and started absentmindedly pulling at your fingers in a nervous gesture. “I know, it’s a bit too far, so if you want to drop me off anywhere nearer, I will understand.”

“No problem, that way we can spend more time together,” he replied as he rubbed his hands and breathed hot air into his palms before he grabbed the wheel and the car pulled away from the curb.

His eyes were glued to the road ahead of him, and so he hadn’t noticed you breathing a sigh of relief and casting your eyes down at the notion of him appreciating your company.

“So, what do you say about the class?” Joe eventually broke the silence without tearing his eyes from the traffic as he carefully navigated the streets, but if you had lifted your gaze a fraction of a second sooner, you would catch him grimacing at the small-talk question.

“Seems pretty interesting. The workload is absolutely crazy though, don’t you think? God knows how many essays, assignments, presentations and the final coursework… sounds like I’ll be spending all my free time in the library.”

“Well, we could always study together. If you would like,” Joe added in haste as he dared to glance towards you to see your reaction.

“I would love that,” you answered truthfully and were rewarded with another beautiful smile of his which you gladly returned.

As he made a turn with his car, you were met with a sea of motionless red lights distorted through the raindrops on the windscreen. The rainy weather must have caused the usual surge of cars on the streets that regularly resulted in nothing but traffic jams.

“Damn it, I don’t think I can turn anywhere and bypass it,” Joe said, his eyes skimming the street.

“That’s okay, I don’t mind,” you assured him, unhappy to see the frown on his face as frustration took over his features. When it seemed he had nothing to say and you couldn’t think of any other words of reassurance, you immersed yourself in the sound of rain beating against the cars and pitch-black concrete.

“Sorry,” he said sheepishly after a while, “I offered to drive you home, not to get stuck with me in a jam.”

“You offered me a ride, the destination was not specified,” you retorted and turned your head to face him and shoot him a wink.

“Is it still considered a ride if we’re not moving?” he chuckled and you were glad the metaphorical dark cloud above his head, unlike the grey clouds in the sky, seemed to have dissipated as quickly as it had appeared.

“Touché. But still, I’m not complaining.”

“Neither am I.”

A comfortable silence settled between you again as you both sat in the car, none of you willing to break the eye contact. Unfortunately, the traffic started moving at that moment, albeit at slow pace, and Joe reluctantly shifted his focus to the road. Even though after a few metres it was time to push the breaks again, he was not ready to meet your gaze.

Instead, his fingers started drumming against the wheel, the movement catching your eye. When he noticed you staring, he smirked and pursed his lips, You thought he would say something or maybe give you another smile. What you did not expect him to do was start making car noises with his mouth and slide his hands around the wheel to mimic driving and revving up, which made you burst out laughing.

“What?” Joe asked and the innocence in his voice brought another fit of laughter from you as you clutched at your stomach.

“You’re ridiculous, you know that?” you managed to tell him in between giggles.

“I’ve been described in such terms, yes,” he replied with a joyful glint in his eyes, earning another laugh.

With a smile playing on his lips, he waited for you to calm down as you took deep breaths and placed your hand on your chest, your heart beating hard against the palm, before he spoke again.

“I really like your laughter, by the way,” he admitted quietly and you beamed at him. You might have fallen in love with him at first sight in the lecture hall, but this was the moment you realised you couldn’t quite accept the image of your life without him. And though you didn’t know how, you knew he felt the same as he tentatively outstretched his arm and reached for your hand, his fingers soft against your skin.

“Well, then it’s a good thing you make me laugh with such ease,” you smiled and squeezed his hand in return.

It had taken him a few more days before he gave you a lift again and as you sat in his car, at the very same spot, he finally kissed you and asked you out.

The brush of his mouth against yours caused your heart to skip a beat just like it does every time you two kiss, the memory vivid in your head even all those years later. As you watch Joe with Olive on the mini train ride, the ghost of the touch caresses your skin, the feeling as tangible as back then when your lips first met.

The train slows down until it stops to a halt as the ride ends and Joe grabs Olive under her arms and carries her towards you.

“Hi, baby, did you enjoy it?” you coo when they arrive at your side, your daughter cradled in his arms. She reaches for you with her small hands, and you can’t help but take her from him and press her against your chest. Joe’s hand finds the small of your back and he rubs it gently.

“We had a lot of fun, didn’t we Olive?” he says and tickles her stomach, her bubbly giggles earning her a bright smile from you.

“I’m happy to hear that!” you beam at them as Joe looks around the amusement park.

“Oh look, teacups! And there’s one with a dinosaur print on it. We’ve gotta go on this one too!” he exclaims and you place a kiss on Olive’s temple before you give her back to Joe.

“Have fun!”

“Wait, you sure you don’t want to go with us?” A wrinkle forms on his forehead, his eyes filled with worry.

But the mere idea of sitting inside one of the cups and letting the ride spin you around makes your stomach churn as you feel your gorge rise at the thought.

“Absolutely. I’ll go sit on that bench over there and watch you from there, okay?”

Joe hoists Olive up on his hip and gently grasps your elbow. “Is everything alright? Are you okay?”

“I’ve never been better,” you answer and press a sweet kiss to the corner of his mouth. You give him a reassuring smile when he hesitates to move and take Olive to the teacup ride, but she starts wiggling in his arms and so his grip on her tightens and he shifts her focus back to her.

While they wait in a line, you browse around the few shops and stalls that are scattered around the park. One shop in particular catches your attention and a quirky smile pulls at the corners of your mouth when an idea forms in your head. After you make your purchase and finally sit down on the bench you mentioned earlier, you scan the crowds to find your husband and daughter and that feeling of utmost love comes back in full force.

You can’t believe it’s been exactly one year since you gave birth to Olive. She is such a big girl already, and for a short moment you get slightly emotional about the passage of time. Clearing your throat and wiping your tears with the back of your hand, you pull out your phone again, taking pictures and videos of Joe and Olive so that you never forget this special day.

Later that night you softly knock on the door to the nursery and when you open it, you’re met with the loveliest sight in the whole wide world. Joe is sitting in a big armchair with Olive lying on his chest while she slowly sucks her thumb and listens to him reading her a bedtime story.

“It’s time to sleep, big girl,” you whisper softly when you kneel at their side and run your fingers through her hair. “Look, Mummy got you something while you and Dad were having fun on the rides.”

From behind your back, you pull out a small bright green t-shirt with a logo of the amusement park printed on the front and Olive’s eyes widen and sparkle in excitement.

“I know, it’s silly,” you quickly add when you spot Joe’s amused expression. “I just thought it would be a nice reminder of this day.”

“It’s perfect,” he says and chuckles when Olive grabs it from your hands and cuddles to it without hesitation.

“Wait, baby, I gotta wash it first,” you laugh softly and gently pry the t-shirt from her grip. She pouts, her bottom lip quivering slightly but Joe takes no time to hand Olive her favourite teddy bear and the sadness is quickly forgotten. Together, you put her to bed, kiss her forehead and tuck her in.

“Happy birthday, my love,” you say at the door and close it behind you.

“I’m sure she’ll sleep through the whole night, it’s been a very busy day.”

“It really was,” you agree and hide a yawn in your palm as you make your way to the bedroom. “Thank you for this, it was an excellent idea.” You reach out and squeeze his hand. “And I’m sure she’ll love the birthday party on Saturday as well.”

“Yeah, it’s gonna be awesome, right?”

“You wouldn’t have it any other way,” you chuckle.

Your hand in his, Joe takes the opportunity to pull you to him and wrap his arms around you in a warm embrace.

“By the way, where’s my present?” he whispers hotly against the shell of your ear when you enter the bedroom, and you giggle.

“Is it your birthday?” You tilt your head and cock an eyebrow, tapping the pointy tip of his nose with your finger. “Although… now that you’ve mentioned it…” you trail off and smirk at him.

To Joe’s surprise, you free yourself from the embrace and fetch a bag that’s been hidden underneath the bedside table.

“This is for you.” You pull out a much larger version of the same t-shirt you’ve given to Olive, although this one is crimson red and Joe laughs, thanking you with a press of his lips to yours. “This is for me,” you continue when you finally get a chance to breathe again, and show him a light blue t-shirt, “and this…”

Joe cannot believe his eyes. You’re holding a tiny pastel yellow romper suit, too small to fit Olive.

“Are we?” he asks as his eyes glisten, the realisation of what you’re trying to say with that small piece of fabric filling his heart to the brim with so much love and affection he feels for you, for Olive and for your new baby that is yet to be born.

“Yes,” you answer, happy tears running freely down your cheeks as you throw yourself at him, his arms always ready to catch you and hold you tight.

Request: Can I request a fluffy Joe Mazzello x fem. reader oneshot where Joe and reader take their 1 year old daughter to an amusement park and Joe goes on the kid rides with his daughter while reader watches with a big smile and takes lots of pictures and videos of them and while watching her little family, reader remembers how she met Joe in college and it was love at first sight? Also, when they get back home that night and after Joe puts their daughter to bed, reader surprises Joe with a present and tells him they’re having another baby? ( @borhapgirlforlife19 )

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casenumber825 · 5 years

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Aziraphale + moments of doubt in the Good of Heaven (& his final realization)

#aziraphale #good omens #goodomensedit #goodomenstvedit #michael sheen #good omens prime #honestly aziraphale's growth throughout the series #made infinitely better by michael's performance #is why i love this series so much #and why aziraphale as a character resonates with me so much #i just adore him #that final gif.... where he realises the truth #that crowley was right all along #that heaven isn't as good as he'd always wanted to believe #that hits so hard #my gifs #my edits

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writemekpop · 2 years

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Shut Out | Nakamoto Yuta

Pairing: Nakamoto Yuta x Reader

Summary: After a massive fight, Yuta kicks you out of the house. Only, it's a cold, snowy night, and you have nowhere to go....

Genre: Boyfriend!Yuta, angst, hurt/comfort

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: Mentions of adultery, alcohol, swearing

Gif: @elfyuta

“Y/n, I’m gonna give you one last chance to tell me the truth. I’m done being lied to,” your boyfriend Yuta snaps at you.

You’re swaying slightly outside the front door of your shared house. Your eyes - that once looked at him like he was the centre of your universe - are dull and drunken.

“Where… were… you… today?” Yuta has to force the question out of his mouth. He doesn’t want to know your answer. Either, you’ll lie to his face, or you’ll admit what you’ve done, shattering your relationship into a million pieces.

For the last few weeks, you’ve grown distant. Your habit of absentmindedly tracing shapes into Yuta’s hand has stopped, you shrink away from his hugs, you come home from work late and stinking of alcohol…

He imagines you saying it: Yuta, I’m sleeping with someone else.

Something flashes over your face - pain? regret? - but then it disappears, and you say, “Work.”

Except, the thing is, Yuta called the dentist’s office where you work at 3PM today. The receptionist said you weren’t there.

Your lie hits Yuta in the chest like a punch. Frustration bubbling up inside him, he slams the door shut in your face.

You gasp.

“I’m not letting you in until you tell me the truth!” He shouts, his voice breaking. “Where the fuck were you?”

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Yuta’s eyes snap open. The back of his neck aches, and his muscles are stiff from shivering.

He’s confused… till he realises he fell asleep, back pressed against the inside of the front door. He’s been so drained lately that he must have passed right out.

It’s been hours since he kicked you out. He looks through the frosted glass window next to the door… and see thick white.

His heart falls. Where the hell were you? Did he leave you outside in the cold?

Scrambling to his feet, he yanks open the front door, and an Arctic wind blasts in his face. The whole of your street is blanketed with snow - it must have fallen in the night!

His heart thumping against his ribs, he looks down, and sees you. You’re sitting on the floor, knees pulled in like a baby, eyes shut. A later of snow dusts your entire body.

Oh no. Oh God no. He crouches down and brushes off the snow. Your lips are tinged blue, and your body is vibrating with shivers. His heart clenches.

“Oh my god, baby. Why didn’t you say anything?” Yuta murmurs, but you’re too weak to answer.

Yuta puts his fingers to your neck, trying to find a pulse, but it’s as faint as a tiny bird’s. He picks you up and carries you inside, guilty tears already hot on his cheeks.

He can’t imagine losing you. You’re like a part of his own body, like his own heart. He can feel your pain, feel the bone-cracking cold as clearly as if it was his own body under all that snow.

He curses himself, his idiotic, arrogant self – for letting you get hurt like this over a stupid argument! He realises that he doesn’t care if you’re cheating on him, heck, he doesn’t even care if you love the other guy more than him.

You can break Yuta’s heart a thousand times over, as long you’re still with him, making terrible ‘that’s what she said’ jokes, high-fiving kids, scrunching your nose up when you laugh.

Yuta’s mind is racing. What do they say about treating hypothermia? Skin to skin contact.

Yuta strips off your cold, damp jacket, T shirt, and jeans, then quickly removes his own pyjamas. He throws a blanket on top of you, then climbs in with you.

Yuta clings to your freezing, shivering skin like you’re a life raft in a raging storm. Yuta presses kisses all over your cold cheeks, lips, chest, the beautiful dips in your collarbones. With each kiss, he mentally whispers please, please, please.

He doesn’t know what he’s begging for - life, love, forgiveness - but he begs anyway.

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Finally, he hears a mumbled, “Yuta?”

He shifts to look into your eyes… and find them bright and clear. You’re not just looking in his direction, you’re actually seeing him. Yuta can’t remember the last time you looked at him like that. His heart flutters, despite everything.

Your body is warm now, but Yuta’s still worried. Frantic, he presses his fingers to your neck, checks your pulse again, showers you with questions.

He stops, surprised, when you pull his fingers to your lips and kiss them. “Thank you,” you say, your voice hoarse but calm. “You saved my life.”

He shakes his head, tears welling up again. “I didn’t, I- I- almost killed you.”

You say, “I know I’ve been distant lately, and I’m sorry-“

Yuta blurts out, “If you want to be with him, I won’t stop you. I’m just happy you’re okay.”

You frown. And to Yuta’s utter, utter surprise… you chuckle. Your teeth flash in that sexy grin he hasn’t haven’t seen in so long. “You think… I’m cheating on you?” You say.

He nods, looking at the frayed blue blanket.

You cup Yuta’s jaw with your hand, tilting his chin so he’s facing you. “Yuta,” you blaze, “I would never do that. I’ve been acting weird because… I… lost my job.”

He knows he should feel sorry for you, but relief rushes through his veins like honey. “How long?” he asks.

“Three weeks. It was so embarrassing. I- I- couldn’t bear to let you down... so I’ve been hanging out in the pub during work hours.” Your head hangs low, and tear trembles on your cheek.

Yuta shakes his head. “Darling, you could never let me down. Just having you by my side is enough. Always.”

You exhale. “You’re everything I need, too. I love you. And I’m sorry.”

Yuta pulls you into a fierce bear hug, his strong arms wrapping over your chest. He nuzzles into your neck, loving the heat of your body. He didn’t know how much he loved that heat until it was gone.

“Yuta-a… I can’t… breathe,” you tease, but he just hugs you tighter.

A while later, Yuta feels you absentmindedly tracing little shapes into the back of his hand. You started doing it again… after stopping for so long.

You don’t see it, but a smile spreads over Yuta’s face. He thinks:

I’m never gonna shut you out again.

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the-little-ewok · 2 years

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Hi!!! Love your work!!! I was hoping to send in a request from the fluff prompts! For either Poe or Din!

#29: "I've been in love with you since we were kids."

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Truth or dare?

Poe Dameron X G!N Reader

Rating : T

Wordcount: 4900 (ish)

Warnings : Alcohol, intoxication, fluff, teasing, yearning, spice/innuendos

Summary : A game of truth or dare leads Poe to confessing something he's never told anyone, even his best friend.

Prompt request : “I've been in love with you since we were kids”

A/N: So sorry it took so long for me to write this! I hope you enjoy it! I went with Poe for this one (hope you don't mind :) )

GIF by the very amazing @salome-c

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"Truth. I don't trust your dares anymore!"

"Hmmm…tell me a secret!" Poe grins, closing one eye to squint at you. Maker, how is he so drunk? You weren't that drunk...were you?

Experimentally, you shift your legs from under you, stretching out the sore muscles from where they have been cramped crossed legged on the hard floor of your room. The wave of dizziness that overtakes you confirms that perhaps you have drunk a little more than you probably should have. And at this point you realise you don't even remember how long you've been playing this game, or whose idea Truth or Dare even was, but judging by the empty bottles dotted around the floor, probably too long and probably Poe's.

"Oi, answer or drink," Poe grins, poking a finger into your ribs and making you squirm with a squeal as he hits your most ticklish spot. Pleased at your reaction, he does it again, and again, until you slap his hand away.

"For the Makers sake, stop! You're the most infuriating person I know," you snap, holding your side so he can't get to you.

Poe snorts with laughter, raising his drink in a drunken mock salute, forgetting that you've probably told him that a hundred times or more in your long years of friendship.

"And I am proud of it! Crap secret though,” he complains, throwing back his drink.

Rolling your eyes, you finish your own drink, the alcohol burning its way down your throat leaving a pleasant warmth in its wake. You know deep down it's a bad idea to keep playing, both of you have already drank far too much, but you're so far in you figure a few more rounds won't hurt.

"Alright, what's it gonna be, Flyboy? Truth or dare?"

"Truth!" He grins, swaying slightly even though you're both sitting still on the floor.

"Ugh," you roll your eyes again in frustration, "your truths are boring." Sipping your drink you think for a minute, copying his earlier action and closing one eye to keep him in focus. "Hmmmm… Tell me a secret? I want something good though, don't give me crap. I’ll know if you do," you demand as an afterthought, holding a finger up in warning.

The question makes him pause for a moment, scrunching up his nose and sticking out his tongue as he thinks. He opens and closes his mouth a few times, shaking his head and mumbling to himself about you knowing each thing he thinks of. Finally, he pauses, tilting his head as he considers what he's about to tell you.

"Alright, come here then," he scoots closer to you and you lean forward, bracing yourself on your arms in front of you to get closer to him. "Closer. You have to keep this suuuuppper secret. I've never told anyone this. Do you promise?"

You gasp in shock, surprised that he has secrets he hasn't told anyone. The amount he runs his mouth, especially to you, you're surprised he has any secrets at all. "What did you do?"

He pauses, giving you a look of outright offence, "Why would I have done something?"

"Where there is trouble, there is Poe Dameron," you sing his name, bopping him playfully on the nose with a giggle. "My parents told me, that boy, he is trouble, and you are.”

"I thought your parents liked me?" He pouts, and looks so entirely forlorn it makes guilt twist in your stomach at having told him that. Poe was good at being everyone's friend, and he was proud of it. The idea that someone close to him might have bad thoughts of his character, genuinely made him concerned.

Shaking your head you lean your forehead against his, shutting your eyes against the room as it takes a sickening tilt.

"They do now. You're not a boy now. You’re all grown up and… you know... big...manly,” you frown at your own words, part of you registering that you might not be making as much sense as you hope. “But we both know you're still trouble. My trouble though," you mumble, placing a hand over your heart to show your honesty.

"Your trouble?" he asks softly. “Your trouble.” The second time he repeats it, it's accompanied by more of an affectionate sigh. You wish the room would stop tilting so you could open your eyes and look at him, unsure of the gentleness in his tone. You thought he might have been offended at being called trouble, due to the fact he was trying very hard these days to not be trouble. But his tone almost suggests he was happy about it.

Before you can stabilise yourself enough to look at him he shakes his head violently, causing yours to wobble alongside with your forehead still pressed to his. The moment makes your stomach lurch sickeningly, making you groan and press your fingers into the cold floor, trying to keep yourself upright.

"Enouuuuugffh," he slurs, holding onto your arms to keep you both steady, "do you want this secret or not?"

Giggling, you sit back just a little and open your eyes, realising just how close your faces are together. So close you can see every line, every greying curl, every shade of brown in his eyes, even though those same eyes are crossing over, clearly trying to keep you in focus while you sit so close.

Suddenly you're hit with the curious thought that you could kiss him. You could lean forwards and close the distance between you, press your lips to his, see if he's as good as the talk around base says. You've always wondered if they were lying, or exaggerating at least. Poe had always been insistent it was all the truth, and that if you wanted a demonstration, he'd be happy to show you. But you'd always scoffed and scrunched up your nose at him, telling him it was the last thing you'd ever want. And it should be. It should be the last thing on your mind right now but somehow, it's the first.

Thankfully, before you have a chance to act he jolts you out of your thoughts, rubbing his index and forefinger against his thumb clumsily in front of your face, lacking the dexterity to make them click.

"You're not listening to me," he whines.

"I am. I promise I am," you nod, a little too enthusiastically, causing your head to bump into his nose. “Oops sorry,”

Giggling, you rub his nose gently as he hums and narrows his eyes, considering if you're listening now or not.

"Stop moving, you keep…wobbling," he complains, pushing your hands away and gently cupping your face to hold you still. You frown, having not moved an inch, or at least you're fairly sure you weren't moving. The room however, was still tilting at a worrying angle.

Poe waits a moment, his warm hands framing your face, making sure you truly are listening, before he scoots impossibly closer to you. Maker, he's too close. It causes a warmth to spread across your skin that makes the room become suddenly stiflingly hot and your breath catch.

"This is a big secret," he warns, leaning forward, his soft curls brushing against the side of your face, the scent of him surrounding you. Leaning close to your ear, his hot breath fans out across your skin as he whispers his secret, so softly that you barely hear it. "I've been in love with you since we were kids."

Your heart leaps into your throat, thudding so loudly you're sure it will wake the entire resistance with its hammering beats. The reaction is all wrong — confusing. It's confusing the way your body reacts even without your conscious input - leaning closer to him, inhaling the smell of his aftershave, savouring the feel of his breath against your skin, the overwhelming urge to kiss him still simmering in your thoughts. Fuck, you’re drunker than you thought if you’re considering how good it feels to be this close to him. Poe is your friend — your best friend. You don't have these types of reactions around him. You're perhaps the only person that doesn't and stars, you were not going to start now.

Poe sits back just slightly, his hands still cupping your face, bringing you back into his eyeline as he studies you with an unreadable expression. A long, silent moment passes between you, neither of you moving or speaking, your nose almost pressed to his, before you relax, snorting with laughter. Bringing a hand up to his face, you push him away playfully, causing his hands to drop from your face.

"You can't lie during truth!" You scold him. He's messing with you. It's Poe, of course he's messing with you. He knows exactly how to wind you up. And the butterflies erupting in your belly are obviously just from the alcohol. There's no way you would have seriously been considering kissing him, and no way he's telling the truth.

You could almost have convinced yourself if he had laughed, teased you for believing him for a moment, but he continues to stare at you silently, almost expectantly. His eyes flicker to your lips before back to yours, as though he wants you to kiss him.

You're too drunk for this. You need to take the upper hand, take control of the situation before it gets out of hand. You’re drunk. He's drunk. You both need a distraction before you do something stupid, but it's so hard when he's looking at you like that.

Mentally you shake yourself. This is not how it is. This isn’t how things were between you.

Leaning away from him, you open another drink, holding it out in front of you. It takes a second before he reacts and takes it out of your outstretched hand, a frown forming as he continues to regard you silently.

Taking a deep breath, you finish your own drink, dramatically glowering at him, torn between upset at the sudden onslaught of feelings he has caused while he’s been having fun at your expense, and annoyed that he cheated you out of a secret.

"Now you have to d-drink and.. and.. forfeit for lying," you grumble, the alcohol making your tongue heavy in your mouth, your thoughts jumbled and disjointed, continually slipping back to the thought of his lips being so close to yours.

"I didn't lie," Poe protests with a pout. "I promise. I wouldn't lie to you." He's sincere in that at least, although mostly because he's the worst liar you've ever met, and he knows you would see straight through it. But he told you somewhat of a half truth and absolutely not a secret.

You fold your arms stubbornly in response.

"I'm your best friend, of course you love me. But that isn't a secret, and so you owe me another secret, or a forfeit!"

"Fine, fine, dare then. You think of terrible dares anyway," he shrugs, finishing his beer.

This is better. Now you can breathe again as the awkward moment passes. Tomorrow everything will be exactly as it was before. You can put everything down to the drink. Just an odd passing moment, a fleeting thought, nothing to continue to think on. Of course, you don't want to kiss him.

Poe leans towards you again and your heart flutters in a way that you absolutely try to ignore.

"What's your dare, then?” He asks, licking his lips in an all too tempting way. Bastard. “Do. Your. Worst."

Your lips curl up in a smirk as he waits. Now you could get your payback.

Poe hadn't mentioned the secret again, if he even remembered the night at all. He'd turned up at your door the morning after, unshaven, hungover and grumpy, demanding that you owed him caf, a new pair of boots after he lost his in the final dare and something for his headache. Not once had he mentioned anything else that had been said that night, and so you had tried to put it to the back of your mind.

But Poe did not make it easy. Somehow, he seemed to find every excuse to be as close to you as possible. Of course he's always been affectionate with you, of course he was always touching you somehow, but somehow it seems more, or maybe you noticed it more. But Maker since that night all you seem to think about is him — the touch of his hand against yours, the soft press of his lips to your temple, his gentle eyes and full lips. And no matter how hard you seem to try, the feelings that had boiled up inside you would not seem to simmer. They stayed bubbling under the surface, constantly, plaguing every moment he was near you and most of the ones when he wasn’t.

For a split second, you had been thankful when he left for a mission just a few weeks after that night. His absence gave you space to breathe, to put the feelings to one side for just a moment. That lasted all of a minute until the usual worry for his safety took its place. But now even that feeling was mixed with other much more complex feelings that you didn't wish to examine more closely, and more than once you felt a spark of jealousy at the thought of him meeting someone else while he was gone. It shocked you as much as it made you uncomfortable to think about. It caused a dull ache somewhere in your chest when you thought of him with anyone else.

You tried your best to push away the feelings, convincing yourself that it was simply the part of you that missed him talking. Once he was back on base again, everything would go back to normal. Feelings that had appeared since that night would disappear again. It was just a momentary lapse of loneliness getting to you. A few more weeks and Poe would be back. You'd feel better and everything would go back to normal. Your skin would no longer prickle when you thought of him touching you, you wouldn't wonder what his lips would feel like against yours, your chest wouldn't ache for him to hold you. Poe would go back to being your best friend, and only that.

Because you absolutely did not love the way his eyes crinkle in the corners as he laughs, the way his tongue darts out to lick at his lips when he's thinking, the way his hair curls in the rain. You couldn't love that. Not like that. You couldn't. You wouldn't.

You were in love with your best friend. There was no point denying it any more. No matter how hard you tried things had not gone back to normal, not even slightly, and it had been noticed, most of all by Poe.

He'd been back for exactly six weeks, five days and 18 hours. Which made it eleven weeks, four days and 23 hours since your drunken night. And you somehow still couldn't talk to him about that night.

It wasn't that you hadn't tried, but instead you'd ended up spluttering jokes, making irrelevant comments about topics that made no sense or just trailing off into silence. It had gotten to the point that Poe even forced you into having a medical evaluation, insisting something was wrong, and he wasn't going to drop it until you relented. Watching him sitting on the edge of the hospital bed, brow furrowed in concern, while the med droids checked you over made your heart ache in affection for him, in a way that only made everything so much worse. Even after they confirmed there was nothing physically wrong with you, he had still insisted he knew otherwise.

That was the problem with Poe, he knew you. He could read you like an open book — pages laid out before him, the words telling him a story you don't need to speak out loud. But this time there were pieces missing, pages torn, words blurred, foreign letters unable to be translated. He knew he was seeing something, but he didn't understand what.

It had made for an uneasy few weeks on base.

"What on earth did that flower ever do to you to deserve such a violent death?"

You aren’t expecting his voice, and certainly not so close to your ear, so when it comes, you let out a screech of terror that doesn't even sound human, scrambling away from him as he plonks himself down on the grass next to you.

Poe on the other hand dissolves into laughter so hard that he doubles over holding his stomach, gasping for breath.

It takes a long moment to steady your jumping heart and catch your breath, his howling laughter ringing in your ears as you stare down at the shredded petals across your lap of the flower you had been twirling in your fingers. You barely remember pulling it apart, but the stem is empty and the petals are scattered across your crossed legs.

"Why are you so jumpy?" Poe snorts, finally getting a handle on himself.

"I'm not! I just don't appreciate being crept up on!" It's snappier than you mean it to be, still reeling from the shock, but at least your tone almost calms the laughter in his voice.

"I didn't creep. I walked across the yard and sat down next to you, but you had a funny sort of glazed look in your eyes," he frowns, placing one hand on your forehead. "You don't have a temperature, you look fine, but I think we should get a second opinion on your medical evaluation. Maybe you have some rare space disease. Miserablitous?"

He laughs when you push his hand away roughly.

"Ok maybe not that. I mean, that's pretty rare when people are around me. But in all seriousness, you look upset. What's going on? Flowers offend you by growing?" He picks up some of the petals from your lap and throws them over your head in a shower of colour.

You sigh, looking up at the night sky, wishing you could forget the whole night that started this. "Stop worrying. I'm fine. I was just...thinking."

"About?" He prompts, raising an eyebrow when you don't elaborate. You can feel the thinly veiled concern rolling off him — concern he's trying to hide with jokes and laughter, the same way he hid his own pain. Both of you know each other better than to fall for it.

It's that thought which makes you release you can't keep doing this to him, playing the part of his friend so terribly. You feel like a liar, a fraud, deceptive. Every touch, every smile, every soft word you treasure in a way you shouldn't, and it suddenly feels so unfair not to tell him the truth.

Twisting your hands in your lap, you take a deep breath, attempting yet again to explain your feelings.

"Truth or dare." Glancing over at him his eyebrow seems to raise impossibly higher in question to your answer. "I mean the night we played it. What you said…. I mean… I just don't think— were you joking? You were joking, right?"

Poe opens his mouth then closes it, unusually quiet, the frown between his brows deepening. You shake your head, backing out again as your heart jumps and fear twists in your stomach. "Actually forget it, you probably don't even remember. It's nothing important. When do you fly out again?" Hastily you try to change the subject, forcing a smile on your lips which, judging by the look on his face, does not reach your eyes.

"That's why you've been so strange," he exhales quietly, the playfulness gone from his voice. Shoving his hands in his jacket pockets, he pulls his gaze from you, staring up at the stars and lapsing into silence.

You shift uncomfortably, unsure what to say, the situation only made worse by his own awkward silence. You've never felt awkward around each other before, not ever, and it makes your heart ache in fear. Of course it was just a joke, and now you’ve managed to ruin the one good thing you still had in this war.

"Poe - "

"Please don't feel like you have to explain," he cuts you off suddenly, shaking his head and turning to look at you, "You're my best friend and if you don't want more than that then it's ok. We don't have to go into it."

His voice is uncharacteristically quiet, the edge of fear creeping into his tone, his eyes dropping to study your hands still twisting nervously in your lap. You realise he's been avoiding this conversation just as much as you have, both of you terrified of hearing the truth from the other. But hope swells inside your chest at his words, giving you the bravery to finally choke out words you haven't been able to before.

"What if I don't want us to be friends?" You instantly regret your choice of words as his head snaps up to look at you, fear vivid in his eyes. "No, no, I mean… I mean… I know it's taken me a while to figure it out, but... I… Poe I… I like you," You groan in frustration at how it comes out, hiding your face in your hands. Even though you've faced down the first order, pirates and worse, somehow you can't seem to face your best friend and coherently confess your feelings.

Poe is silent for a long moment beside you, allowing the gentle hum of life to carry on around you as though you weren't about to throw away years of friendship.

Then you feel his fingers wrap around yours, pulling your hands down gently. He waits until you look up at him to let go of your hand, bringing his own up to gently stroke your cheek. It's a gesture that he's always done, when you're worried or sad, and it's always given you butterflies. But now it seems a whole swarm of bees has taken up residence in your stomach in their place.

"What I told you was the truth. I have been in love with you since we were kids. I'm still in love with you, and I'd like to be your best friend and more, if you want to try that," he pauses and takes a deep breath, dropping his hand from your face to give you a moment before he continues. "And if you don't want that, then I'm still happy to be your friend and I promise I'll try not to make it awkward or scare away your future lovers, even though you have terrible choices in that department."

You pause momentarily, taking in his words and the gentle, sincere look in his eyes. He does love you. It's written all over his face as clearly as it would be in galactic basic. And somehow you've never noticed it before — the way he looks at you. As though you're an entire galaxy of stars. Your heart swells in your chest and something snaps, the fear, the worry, the ever present anxiety that this could spell the end of your friendship fades into a need — a need for him.

"Wouldn't picking you also come under that?" You smile teasingly, watching the tension fall from his shoulders as he visibly relaxes.

"Obviously, I am the only right choice you'd make in your love life. I'm like what the T-65 X-Wing is to the T-70. The old one was good, but the new one is better looking, faster, and can go for a lot longer on less fuel" he winks in suggestion.

"Poe!" You admonish him, heat blazing across your cheeks. Even in your embarrassment, you can't help but laugh. He grins proudly for a moment before his eyes drop to your lips and then back up to meet yours. This time you don't push away the feelings that bubble up inside you. Instead, you let them sit for a moment, dropping your eyes to watch Poe's fingers entwine with yours as he takes your hand.

Looking back up at him, you bite your lip nervously for a moment before you speak, your mouth dry with nerves.

"C-can I kiss you?"

He blinks at you for a moment, and you know he's taken aback, so used to being the one asking the questions, making all the moves. For a few blissful seconds, a memory you'll treasure, he's completely lost for words.

"Oh...um Y-yeah," he nods before he seems to come back to himself, giving a cough he tries again more confidently. "I mean, yeah, of course. You can do anything you want to me," he gives you a teasing grin, trying to win back the upper hand.

Rolling your eyes, you pull your hands from his, trying to keep the smile from your lips as you stand, brushing the remaining petals from your lap.

"I take it back. I no longer want to kiss you."

Laughing, he gets to his feet, catching your hands with his again to stop you from leaving.

"Oh no, come on. I'll be good. I've waited years for this." When he gives you his best puppy dog eyes, you soften. Poe knows exactly how to play you, and if it hadn't been for the arrival of Black Squadron into the yard, you might have kissed him. But the noise and shouts of your names distract you, and you'd prefer not to have an audience.

Looking over, you give them a smile and a wave before you turn back to Poe, who's grinning at you with a look of mischief.

"I dare you to kiss me in front of them," he grins, "or deal with the forfeit."

Laughing, you shake your head, looking up at the sky in a silent prayer for patience to deal with him now, "I'm so glad to see this has changed nothing."

"You mean I'm still your best friend?" He asks, stepping up close to you as you bring your gaze back to him.

"No, that you're trouble."

"Your trouble though," he winks and your heart flutters.

"Unfortunately," you grumble affectionately before leaning up and pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. Bringing your lips up to his ear, you whisper softly, "specify where you want your kisses next time, Flyboy."

When you pull back, you can't help but be a little proud of the way his cheeks are tinged pink, his gaze somewhat glassy as he processes your words. Without waiting for him, you turn on your heel and head back across the grass towards the squadron. You hear him give a soft huff of laughter before the thump of his boots on the grass catch up with you, his arm wrapping around your waist as he leans down to whisper a promise in your ear.

"Oh, I will be much more specific where I want your mouth next time."

You shove him away from you in shock at his boldness, but you can't help the smile on your lips or the flare of heat that follows his words. You should have known Poe gave as good as he got and that retaliation should have been expected.

Catching his hand as you walk, you lace your fingers through his, acknowledging the definitive change in your relationship. He squeezes your hand gently and when you turn to glance at him, he beams at you.

"Maybe we can revisit the kissing later tonight?"

"Well it is movie night, and you do always pick the worst movies so, I'm sure that might be a welcome distraction," you tease watching his eyebrows pull together in a familiar frown.

"I do not pick the worst movies!" He protests, letting go of your hand to fold his arms in annoyance.

"Yes you do! You have literally the worst taste," you laugh, already considering the list of films you can bring up that he's forced you into watching. But Poe’s mind takes an entirely different direction and throws you off with his teasing.

"Well, at least I have better taste in clothes! Unlike that orange and green monstrosity you wore,” his nose scrunches up in disgust as you stare open mouthed at him.

"I was ten! When are you going to stop bringing that up?"

"Never! It still haunts my every waking moment thinking about it. I'm fully traumatised. In fact, now that I think about it, you have ruined my entire life overall. How was I supposed to commit to anyone with you here? Do you have any idea how hard it is for everyone to be in love with you, and the one person you want, won't admit they are in love with you? I need therapy for all the trauma you’ve caused,” he laughs, evidently enjoying your outrage and deciding to keep pushing you.

You frown at him, giving him your best unimpressed look, "The only thing you need therapy for is your narcissism.”

When you eventually reach the squadron, still deep into your bickering, they roll their eyes, initially none the wiser at the change in your relationship. But when Poe slips his hand into yours, once more lacing your fingers together, you know everything has changed.

He leans in close to you, softly whispering in your ear as he squeezes your hand, “I can't wait to show you how true all the talk you've heard is."

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daydreams-magic01-mrsdurin · 2 years

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‘I am your King’

(Thranduil x Female!Elf!Reader)

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Requested by: Anon

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Fandom: The Hobbit Trilogy

Request: ‘ Hi I loved Finnel! Could you write Thranduil x female elf reader where they’re together but get into an argument and he leaves in anger but ends in fluff? Thank you! ‘

Thank you so much! That means a lot to me. I forgot Thranduil walking out, as you will see below, but I tried to incorporate it once I realised, and it actual led to a clear image of the ending for me. I hope that this is okay, and thank you for requesting. I am not very good at angst, so I hope that this is okay.

Warnings: Comments on parenting, angst, and such.

Words: 2.3K

Disclaimer: This is a fanfiction, the scenarios, the reader, and the dialogue are all mine.

This should only be found on my blog.

Author is always me on this blog @daydreams-magic01-mrsdurin .

A/N: Please do not copy or plagiarise this, or put it in your own book, etc. It should only be found here. Also, please mention if I should make a taglist and if you wanted to be added. I also tried by best at being British.

Thank you.

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Before she was Queen, (Y/n) was perhaps the best soldier (minus the King and his family), she led the Guard as well as the armed forces of their Lord to victory. Her skill was unmatched, her aim unwavering and her swordsmanship rivalling that of the King himself. Orcs shivered at her name, Goblins ran back into their mountains, and enemy Kingdoms were more likely to bow before her than battle. Perhaps that is an exaggeration, but there are always elements of truth in the legend.

People were not shocked when the King of the Woodland realm was entranced by her - most were and even Dwarves found themselves astounded by her beauty; the people of Middle Earth, however, were further shocked upon the discovery that she returned his feelings. Celebrations lasted for weeks, and the people assumed more would follow soon after a few months in their marriage. Yet, none did.

This is perhaps what has led to the present.

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"You will not fight," the King calmly states, causing the hair on the back of her neck to dance. He does not look away from her, giving her the tantalising gaze reserved for those he trades with, especially Dwarfs. She does not break the eye contact, their tidy chambers silent around them.

"Yes, I will."

There's a pause before he chuckles eerily, taking a step forward as he begins to circle her, a familiar tactic of his with enemies, "you are a Queen." He takes in the flowers weaved into her hair and the braids that remove hair from falling to her face, he takes in her gleaming silver gown with stars intricately etched on and he takes in her weapon less body, "you are not even prepared for war, Nin Meleth."

Although her shoulders shiver for a split second, she does not weaken, her eyes now fixated on the shut door in front of them, settling on him as her husband finally comes to a stop, back in his original place, she must withhold a scoff as she takes in his own appearance, he wears a matching silver robe, and his crown. "Neither are you, my lord."

Once again, there is a pause before her King chuckles again, and he slowly, carefully reaches into his robe to pull out a single, Elvish dagger, "this is but one I have on my person."

"I may have several weapons on me, and you would not be wiser," her eyes raise to meet his, the wild smile of her Guard days reappearing on her face, making the King frown, his gaze hardening as he effortlessly slithers the dagger back into its place.

"You have grown too comfortable with your life, my Queen," he speaks in Sindarin, raising a gentle hand to the circlet on her head, which is fixated in place by those flowers, "my (Y/n) would have never worn such beautiful pieces in her hair when she was the mere head of the guard."

She cannot deny that those words stung they cause her to gasp out slightly, which is enough to shake the foolish King out of his stupor, his jaw-dropping slightly as his eyes sharply shift to meet her own again, "Nin Meleth -."

"Enough!" She harshly says, her voice so stern and powerful that it could rival his, the true voice of a Queen. She pushes his hand away and fixes her posture, standing tall, "I may have not been so lucky to afford such delicacies, nor had the time to wear my best as often as you, but that is simply because whilst you attempted to fit into the shoes of a King, after being the Crown Prince for so long, I was protecting our borders, putting effort into creating peace."

He begins to look guilty, until she mentions his Kingship and peace, as he effortlessly slips into Sindarin, "how dare you, I am the one who has to engage in countless diplomacy meetings, I have led my armies into battle, and won, I have done countless things that you cannot imagine." He steps closer to her, leaning down to her ear, "I am your King." He enunciates each word, smirking softly to himself as he knows what reaction to expect, "your duty is to do as I say."

Opposite to the usual reaction of hers, her shoulders tense at his proximity, and she sharply steps back, responding in Sindarin, "my duty is to the people and to my Guard."

He tilts his head, watching her, devoid of emotions, and raises a brow.

Gaze unwavering, she rips the silver circlet from her head, many of the flowers alongside it, revealing the braids beneath and she throws it to the side, it clangs on the floor so loud that it shakes the passages and halls closest, their people freezing upon the sound.

"Take my crown," she steps forward, her gaze forming into a glare, with the stature of a Queen, The Queen of the Woodland Realm, "for I would rather lose it than hide in these halls like a pathetic goblin, or like you, Hîr vuin." She does not wait for an answer, instead choosing to step past her husband, heading to the door, which she makes no haste in pulling open.

His posture straightens, his head jostling back in shock, and he swerves on his heels "and what if you are with child?" These are the celebrations that the people spoke of, expecting heirs.

She halts, her Westron unwavering, "than their mother will be a Warrior, rather than a Princess."

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The servants were not surprised when asked to set up the Queen's chambers, for you would have had to be as deaf as a Dwarf to not hear at least some of their conversation, certainly, the Circlet hitting the stone flooring. The King did not agree with this, for her chambers would be at the other side of the Wing, but he was not going to show his discomfort, nor his disagreement.

That was not the end of the Queen's actions that riled him. Although the Queen had officially stopped being the head of the Guard, that did not mean they stopped seeing her as so and even the current captain referred to himself as a form of co-captaincy, so when she asked to train with them, even though she had not meant for it to, things quickly settled into how they were before.

Thranduil watched every move she made, slinking in the shadows, from the balcony, and even in the training sessions himself, making sure that no one would harm a hair on his Lady's head.

To spite him, (Y/n) stopped wearing his gifts, settling back into her green tunic and brown trousers, stomping over to meals in such attire, always glaring at him from across the table, never uttering a word. Yet, she spoke to everyone else, wrote to everyone else also, but never uttering a slight sign of affection to her King.

It was driving Thranduil mad.

Of course, he did not attempt to talk to her either, only speaking when she crossed the line.

"No."

She ignores him, not moving her bow from the dinner table. She would not have done it previously due to manners, but it no longer mattered.

She slumps into her seat, hair wild with leaves sticking out from recent patrol, a darker shade for a tunic today, her leather chest plate still on, "I deserve a reward, do you not think," she thanks the servant that serves her some salad, before fixating her gaze back on her King's, "after all, I have been working so hard."

"By putting our child's life at risk."

The Servants serving each freeze, the air in the room turns cold, and the Queen shifts herself into a Kinglier posture.

"How dare you."

The servants step away from the table, slowly, to not catch the eye of either of them, and the guard’s glance at each other.

The King does not look ashamed and leans back into his seat, plopping a grape into his mouth, "it is true."

"Tell me, my lord, have I engaged in hand-to-hand combat?"

He pauses, "no."

"Tell me, my lord, have I trained with swords with another."

He pauses again, "no."

"Correct," she raises her goblet of cranberry juice to her lips, taking a tantalisingly long sip before placing it back down, licking my lips, "I have only demonstrated the movements, but I have not engaged in-person versus person."

"Yes, but -"

"Then, tell me, my lord, have I been drinking alcohol or going on unnecessary journey's."

"No," he makes no haste in continuing, cutting his wife off, "but you are still putting them at risk."

She scoffs and suddenly stands, knocking the table slightly, and pushing her chair against the floor, creating large squeaking noises, making many winces around her.

"My last cycle was three weeks ago, and we simply did it once before you decided to be insensitive and foolish, I believe it to be unlikely I am with child, you imbecile."

She turns on her heels, beginning to walk away, ignoring how her husband immediately stands, taking a few steps so that the table is no longer in his way, but she pays no heed.

"How dare you!"

"Mîbo orch!"

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As she suspected, she was yet to be with child, and the King was informed, having ordered a servant to inform him if blood ever stained her satin sheets.

This did not stop (Y/n), who quickly settled back into her life before marriage, going on dangerous patrols, scouting out possible threats on the land surrounding them and treating the King as a King, rather than her husband.

Elves are incredibly patient, and this spat went on for several months, the only comfort being the gazes the pair secretly gave the other when they were not looking, for when they did converse, arguments always followed.

"I assure you, my lord, I will fulfil my duties as a Queen," she calmly states, treating him as she did before courting. The two are currently in the main hall, in front of their thrones, hers which hadn't been occupied in quite some time. Today, she wears several braids joined together so that her hair is not half up-half down, but more a quarter up, and three quarters down: with silver tunic and brown trousers. He wears his crown and the usual attire of light robe and dark trousers. She had come to report on their patrols, the official captain having faked discomfort to get the two to forgive, for all the people could feel it, as the days got darker, the air harder to breathe and the constant air of sadness surrounded the lands, the trees were drooping, and the paths are becoming overgrown.

"Then why have you not been in my chambers for so long."

"I beg your pardon?" She scoffs, the King providing her with the known gaze of his, which is void of all emotion.

"You bare me no glance, no-touch -"

"For you are unworthy of my attention, my lord, with all due respect," she speaks so calmly, and it is as if a knife goes through Thranduil, his gaze faltering, as well as his posture, but only for a millisecond.

Still, she notices, and guilt grips at (Y/n's) heart as she goes to take a gentle step forward. He raises a hand in dismissal, halting her in her steps.

"If my presence is so unwanted then let me rid you of it."

"My lord -"

He does not listen, ignoring her as he makes his way out, deciding today would be a good day for a private patrol of the furthest ends of their land.

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"I was worried for you, Nin Meleth."

The King freezes, bow still in hand, not having noticed the presence before resuming his motions, gently placing his Bow on the rack. He wears a dark grey tunic, with brown trousers and a leather chest plate, which he soon takes off, his circlet not even crooked, "Now you know how I felt, My Queen," he switches to Sindarin, not turning to meet her.

"I did not act so foolish," she stands, and Thranduil listens as the footsteps come to behind him, not faltering in his movements as he removes all daggers, "patrol by yourself, my lord, is incredibly dangerous."

There is a pause, and he turns on his heels, "I am sorry, that I upset you. I did not mean to say that you were not beautiful before." She smiles sadly, seeing so he takes a step forward, shakily raising a hand to her shoulder. "Your station is not mere, I valued you as the head of my royal guard, I just wanted you to feel as if your position as my Queen was better so that you would not leave for the battle that will soon be upon us all."

She laughs slightly, "I must say I expected it to be sooner, rather than later."

"I am simply relieved that those in the fortress have gone quiet, and we can prepare," Thranduil states, moving his hand to gently cup her cheek.

There is a pause, as he gently smiles down to her, which she soon finds herself returning.

"You are forgiven," for the King rarely apologises, "and I am sorry for what I said, your comments made me feel unvalued, and I wanted you to feel the same."

He leans forward, and the two of them shut their eyes as they lean their foreheads against each other, "I hate that I made you feel that way, I will never do so again and the comments I made were unfair, you will be a wonderful mother and I know you would never put our child at risk."

"Good," she jests, making his smile widen, "and you, a wonderful father."

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So I know everyone has already dissected this scene to its core, but it’s taken me a good 48 hours to digest this and I just needed to get it out.

I’m an aspiring actor, I’ve been training for a long time, with a lot of amazing teachers. I’ve watched a lot of shows and shipped a lot of couples. Some of them beautiful and canon, others, well, let’s just say waiting 22 years and counting for acknowledgement, closure, anything, it’s a damn challenge. I’ve seen a hell of a lot of will-they-wont-they’s, baiting, purposeful ignorance, deliberate fake outs, zero explanations, storylines that basically caused canon disintegration, the works.

In saying that, Dean and Cas were right up there on the list with the other “impossibles” because honestly, I didn’t think the writers would have the guts to do it, but I am so f*cking proud they did. It’s safe to say I’ve watched the scene a good hundred+ times already.

I’ve seen a lot of “controversy” around Dean’s reaction/Jensen’s acting choices and whether or not Dean reciprocates Cas’ feelings, and obviously, I needed to add my own views to the mix.

Just work with me for a minute here.

Dean Winchester is an emotionally repressed trainwreck, and ironically enough, the one that is so full of emotion it hurts to watch. When Cas first starts his speech, he’s confused, really confused because why on earth would Cas start off on a rant now? Billie’s waiting to kill them, he just said he knew something that was more powerful than she was, something that could save them. That’s where he thought this speech was going.

The confusion turns to realisation that it’s a goodbye when Cas starts telling him how incredible he is, how his entire essence is love. Go back and watch the scene again, when Cas says “you’re the most caring man on Earth”, you physically see Dean look down, his eyes searching, he’s actively trying to make sense of what’s happening, he knows what’s coming and you can see him coming to terms with the shock of the words being said to him. He then looks directly at Cas. That look, that was pure shock.

Also, notice how he doesn’t stop Cas from talking? He doesn’t interject, make a joke, doesn’t talk about how there is no time for this now, they’ve got to at least try and stop Billie. He. says. nothing. He listens, he listens like I’ve never seen Dean listen before. Because it’s sinking in now.

When Cas really starts crying, when he says “you changed me, Dean”, you can actually see the pain in Dean’s eyes. He’s no longer in control of his emotions, he’s crying too. He’s never seen Cas like this, so raw, and vulnerable and human. This is the hardest, most emotional conversation they’ve both ever had. They are talking about the one thing that everybody knows, but is never addressed. When it wasn’t talked about, they could deny it, live in the lie. Once it’s said aloud, it’s real and they can’t turn back.

This above series of interactions is the part that kills me the most. The moment Cas says “because it is”, that’s the exact moment of realisation. Look at that last GIF, really look. He’s just worked it out, that he is Cas’ true happiness. He knows what’s coming before Cas even says it. Go back and watch the scene again, they pulled that off so well, the way the music swells at this exact moment. Jensen is giving us everything here, you can see what’s happening in his head - he is Cas’ happiness. He is the one thing on Earth Cas wants and thinks he can’t have. He is the reason Cas is about to die. He knows what Cas is about to say and he’s not sure he’s ready to hear it, not now, not like this. It’s almost a silent plea not to say it, because he knows. Of course he knows. It’s like he can’t quite believe Cas is really, after all this time, finally going to say it.

And because obviously Jensen decided that that wasn’t enough to break us, the loaded reaction when Cas says “I love you” has me nothing but convinced that it’s reciprocated. Because Dean knows. He’s always known. Those tears, that head tilt, that gulp. He’s so genuinely confused that they’re really having this conversation. It’s like he can’t quite believe that this is the reality before him because he’s been living in that denial, in that self-loathing and unlovable layer he believes to be true. He’s been under the ‘what if... but it could never be’ umbrella for so long.

What also makes this real is that there isn’t anyone else around this time. When “I love you’s” have been said before, they have always been able to deflect it, with other people or other words. Now it’s just the two of them. No deflecting, no running away. Dean is forced to hear it, to absorb it, to realise it’s for nobody else but him.

Now, I don’t know if you guys felt this, but when Dean says “Don’t do this, Cas”, he wasn’t just referring to Cas sacrificing himself to the Empty, he’s telling Cas that he can’t just say this, not now, knowing he’s going to die, knowing that Dean won’t get a chance to think, to process, to say what he needs too. I keep staring at that GIF above, Dean is breaking down, I’m almost convinced that Jensen was using an “I love you too, please just stop this” inner monologue for this bit. Look at the way he’s looking at Cas before he realises the Empty has started materialising and turns around. That’s a look of pure heartbreak. Trust me when I tell you, it’s really hard to keep those inner thoughts inside if you’re so in the moment - actually, don’t just take my word for it, read any acting book, ask any actor, it’s so hard to keep that in and sometimes you don’t, and sometimes you do - it’s in both the resistance and the letting go that the gold happens. This my friends, is gold.

Did anyone else hear “Cas, I-”, well, regardless of whether or not it was an “I” or a very sharp breath, the outcome is the same. Dean’s gone into immediate panic mode. The Empty at one end and Billie at the other, and all poor Dean wants to do is gather his thoughts on not what to say but how to say it. I don’t think he comprehended just how little time he had, he was so focused on what was being said that the reality of the situation caught him completely off guard.

Also, I know this post was about dissecting Dean’s reaction, but can we sidebar a minute to talk about Cas as he pushes Dean out of the way? He’s sobbing, he’s fully crying. That hit me really hard, I’ve never seen Cas cry like that, I’ve never seen Misha get to play that level of emotion before and it was the most heartbreaking thing to watch since The Doctor and Rose and Buffy and Spike, to which by the way, I find many parallels between those couples and this scene.

Speaking of crying, that brings me to this: Dean slumped on the floor, ignoring a call from Sam, sobbing his heart out knowing he’s lost everything. Dean-I’m-emotionally-unavailable-Winchester is sobbing. Maybe I’m wrong, but I don’t recall ever seeing Dean cry like this before either, the sobbing was so evident and piercing in that silence. The look around the room, the burying of his head in his hands, that is a classic writers romantic love trope if I’ve ever seen it, they really pulled out all the stops with this one.

So, to summarise, I think Jensen’s choices and Dean’s reactions were absolutely and utterly perfect. They both did it so well that it didn’t break from character that these two emotionally distant and repressed men are in love and finally voicing it. Jensen barely said two words and still managed to cause mass coronary’s across the fandom. That my friends is what you call a brilliant actor. I bow down to the talents of these two amazing human beings.

Before I leave this novel, I have to say there are now a few things I’m going to need from the powers that be to not screw this up, help me manifest this:

1. Dean gets to reciprocate his feelings to Cas in person. So, I’m gonna need Cas back and a very emotional Dean.

2. Dean to be actively dealing with heartbreak in the next episode (unless they decided to bring Cas back that soon, which I wouldn’t put past them at this point).

3. Sam to confront Dean about his feelings for Cas, because out of everyone, he’d be the one to hit Dean with the truth of his fears. Sam knows. Sam is supportive. Sam sees it all.

4. I’m gonna need some physical affection, cause after 12 years of nonsense, we damn well deserve it. A hug, and not just any old reunion hug, a proper, this is different now hug. A kiss because hello, in love out loud now. Forehead touching, handholding, really gonna need the works here.

5. A happy ending for the two of them, one way or another. We’ve never had one, it’s time.

Okay, have at it now, let’s speak these into existence please.

Note: GIFs are not mine, I did not make them, credit to owners who I’m not sure of, but they’re beautiful, thanks for making them. EDIT: I’ve just been informed that these gorgeous gifs belong to @michaeldean and @inacatastrophicmind!

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