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[slut4thebroken]

Cheerleader

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Pairing | stepdad!Cillian Murphy x reader

Summary | You finally got on the cheer team and are excited to show your stepdad the uniform, but he has some concerns.

Warnings | Smut, 18+, sexual content, mildly dubious consent, large age gap (unspecified), wedgie lmaoo, dry humping, grinding, groping, spanking, praise, daddy but not the kink?, technically incest??, ionno what else lol

Words | 1.5 k

Notes | I honestly don’t even know what this is… like I can’t tell if I hate it or not💀😭 Also for legal reasons… we’ll say reader is 18 and in college 👀 (just a reminder though: this is fiction. Treat it as such lol)

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“Hey, love, how was school?” He called out from the kitchen and you all but bounced into the room. 

“I got on the cheer team!” You said excitedly.

“That’s amazing! I’m so proud of you, baby.” You could tell his tone was genuine, but he was still focused on whatever food he was preparing. 

“Turn around, daddy.” You giggled and he set down the knife before turning to face you. His eyes widened and his lips parted in shock as he took in your clothes— your body. “Do you like it?” You asked, twirling around for him to see the whole thing.

“I-it’s… a little short, don’t you think?” He choked out. 

“Well duh. How else would I do this?” You showed him a kick and his gaze snapped down to where the skirt rode up, exposing your matching shorts. 

“You have to wear this for everything?”

“We have a long sleeved top for the winter time, but yeah.” You smiled. “What do you think?” 

“C’mere, love.” You walked over and stood in front of him, waiting. He started on your waist, then dragged his hands down to your hips, his thumbs rubbing over the exposed skin of your tummy. He suddenly got down on his knees and moved his hands to just above your ankles. He snaked them up your legs, teasing you, until they reached the bottom of the skirt. 

“Daddy?” 

“Shh… I'm just getting a closer look, baby.” Duh. What else would he be doing? You thought with an internal chuckle. His hands moved up to your hips, over the skirt, then snaked behind you. 

“Daddy!” You gasped when he squeezed your ass and pulled you closer.

“Turn around.” He ordered, moving his hands to your hips to start turning you. Once you were facing away from him, he was groping you again and you bit your lip to contain any sounds. “Bend over.” He said suddenly. 

“W-what?” 

“Bend over. You can lean on the counter if that’s easier.” Hesitantly, you obeyed. You leaned down and placed your hands on the counter. “Further.” With a blush of embarrassment, you lowered yourself so that your arms were crossed, resting on the counter, holding up your chin. 

“This is what counts as school appropriate nowadays?” He scoffed, making your blush darken. “The skirt doesn’t cover anything.” 

“T-that’s what the shorts are for.” You said quietly. 

“I’d hardly call these shorts.” He was groping your ass again now, this time under the skirt. “They’re so fucking tight.” He gruffed. “I can see the outline of your pussy.” His thumb brushed over your mound, making you shoot up. 

“Daddy!” 

“Down.” You froze when you heard his tone, then slowly lowered yourself back down. He reached under the fabric where your ass met your thighs, then took it in a firm grip and roughly pulled up, making you gasp and grab onto the counter. His hands settled on your bare ass and you couldn't help the way you started squirming. The fabric of your shorts and underwear being pressed so tightly against you was almost painful, but it made you needy too. 

“Every little immature boy at your school is going to want a piece of this.” He removed a hand, but brought it back down quickly, with a sharp smack. You jolted and gasped out a moan, caught off guard by the sudden pain. “I can’t let that happen, baby. But I‘m not gonna make you quit, not when I know how happy it makes you.” Another slap. “I’m gonna make sure you won’t let any boys come near this pussy.” Another slap, then his thumb was brushing over your mound again. 

“Please,” You whined, but it cut off into a choked moan when he spanked you again, twice in quick succession. “Won’t let any boys come near it!” You tried, gripping onto the counter when he spanked you again, but he wasn’t listening. He ignored you and continued toying with your ass, sometimes squeezing it, but mostly spanking it. “It hurts, daddy.” You whimpered. 

“Does it, baby?” He asked innocently, making you pout. 

“Yeah…” 

“You can handle a little more.” He decided, then continued until your ass felt hot and your clit was throbbing and your eyes were watering. “Such a good girl.” He mumbled, rubbing soothing hands over the burning skin, but his touch was just making it hurt more. “I’m sorry, baby. You know I hate when I have to punish you, but you need to learn.” 

“I know..” You whimpered, then his hands were gone. You heard him standing up and he grabbed your hips to push you closer to the counter. “Are you done?” You asked quietly. 

“Not yet, love.” You dreaded having to endure even more spanking. When you heard his belt, you stiffened. Next was his zipper, then fabric was rustling a little and he reached for your shorts again. He looped one hand through both of the leg holes, making the pressure on your clit get a little harder. 

When he suddenly lifted you up, a pained cry left you as your shorts and underwear were forced deeper between your ass and even between your folds. Your feet were barely touching the ground and you reached back to try and push him away, but he just landed another slap on your ass. 

“Stay still.” 

“I-it hurts, daddy… I can’t.” You whimpered. In response, he adjusted his grip and lifted you up even more, making you cry out. The very tips of your shoes were barely still on the floor and the pressure on your clit was becoming more of a painful pleasure now. Emphasis on ‘painful.’  

When you felt him press up against you, your breath caught in your throat. He still had his underwear on, but he was grinding his bulge on your pussy because of how high he was holding you. His free hand grabbed your hips to stabilize you as he sped up. 

“Daddy…” You whined. Everything was so contradictory. Your ass was still burning, as was your clit from the prolonged wedgie, but it also felt good as he rubbed his bulge against it. You didn’t know what to think. You didn’t even know if you wanted him to stop or do more.

“I know, baby… Just a little longer.” He said quietly. Letting out a low groan, he continued humping you, his breathing getting more and more ragged. He moved the hand on your hip to help hold your shorts and underwear, then took a couple steps back. When you weren’t being supported by the counter anymore, you fell forward with a scream, your whole body weight now being held by the wedgie. You grabbed onto the counter to lift yourself up a little so your face wasn’t inches above the floor, but you couldn’t get close enough to put any weight on it. 

“Daddy! Daddy— wait!” You cried out, making him moan at your struggling. His hips got more desperate, rutting against your clothed heat, making you more desperate as well. 

You tried squirming, but he just lifted you even higher. Your feet kicked around as you tried hopelessly to find some footing, now being completely suspended. 

“Please! It hurts!” You whined loudly, but he ignored you. “Please, daddy! I can’t take it anymore..” 

“Shh… Yes you can, love. I’m almost done.” He cursed under his breath and his movements sped up even more. “Such a good fucking pussy.” He groaned under his breath. 

“Who’s allowed to touch you here?” He asked, clearer now. 

“You!”

“Who owns this fucking cunt?” 

“Y-you..” You whimpered, hoping if you just agreed to everything that he’d give you mercy. 

“That’s right, baby. Your body is only for daddy to touch, okay?” You were nodding before he could even finish. 

“Yes— yes.. Please let me down now.” You rushed out. You’ve learned your lesson by now— you won’t let anyone come near you. His hips stopped, but he didn’t drop you. Instead, he stayed pressed up against your cunt, then started bouncing you up and down by your shorts and underwear, stimulating his cock like that instead. Each time you went down, a sharp cry was forced out of you. You could feel tears in your eyes again as the pain got worse and worse. He started rutting into you, but still moved you up and down, never even faltering. 

“Please!” You cried. He moved you forward again so you were bent over the counter. Your feet still weren’t touching the floor, but at least some of the weight was taken off. 

“Fuck—” He choked out, panting and moaning quietly. He took a step back and removed one hand, making you drop a little so that your toes were now on the floor. Then his moans were getting louder and louder until you felt heat spurting all over your ass. You whined and squirmed as your whole face heated up from humiliation. He cursed under his breath and slowly lowered you, releasing your shorts. He panted for another moment, then tugged your stretched out shorts and underwear back down, over his come. You felt completely and utterly used. But you also felt completely and utterly desperate for more. 

“That’s better. Covers more of your ass now.” He said through a breath, giving you one last spank. 

I fucking hate the title lol so give me ideas for a new one💀🙏🏻

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risk it all // jo

As a werewolf hunter, you knew better than to fall in love with a werewolf, but the last person you expected to be one was your boyfriend, Jo.

➳ Characters: werewolf!Jo x werewolf hunter!female reader/you

➳ Genre: urban fantasy, established relationship, angst with a hopeful ending

➳ Words: 4.5k

➳ Warning: mentions of weapons, wolfsbane, werewolf attack, reader kills a werewolf, bruises, pain, losing parents, period, kissing

➳ A/N: I love &TEAM so much that I wrote my first werewolf story for them (who's surprised though?)!! Also, I loved watching Teen Wolf when I was younger, so most of the lore in this story is based on the show, the rest is made up by me. Everything is explained though, so you can read it even if you have not been crushing on Stiles Stilinski back in the days...

The woods were dense, illuminated only by the moonlight above, painting a path under your feet, taking you further into the trees.

The familiar weight of the silver knives attached to your hips and your ankles made you feel reassured as you held onto your longbow, the tip of the arrow containing just enough wolfsbane to immobilise a werewolf. Your steps were confident yet calculated as you knew the woods like the back of your hand, and even the tiniest noise could not slip your attention.

You heard rustling from behind the nearby trees, and you turned slowly, waiting for more movement, but only the leaves were gently falling to the ground. You didn’t let your guard down though. There had been more and more inexplicable incidents in these woods lately, and though the media thought that the reason was some strange wild animal activity, you knew better than that. The werewolves came out more and more often, and not just during full moon, which meant that you had to fight back even harder.

You were extra cautious though. Before, it was enough if you and one more hunter searched the woods at night, but you doubled and sometimes tripled that number these days. There were other areas to search, and there were other hunter families in the city, so you discussed your plans beforehand to maximise efficiency.

As you turned back, you let your eyes get used to your surroundings once again, taking in every inch, every detail. You had been doing this for so many years now, it felt like second nature to be so hyper-aware of everything.

So when you heard the faint snap of a branch, you immediately turned towards the source, a pair of yellow eyes looking back at you. You couldn’t exactly see the silhouette of the animal, but you knew where to aim the arrow to hit it on spot.

You didn’t even waste time, you pulled the string immediately and aimed, the werewolf jumping out from behind a row of bushes as you sent it flying. However, you knew you had miscalculated the moment it hit the werewolf only in its left paw, not its heart. It was a lot bigger and stronger than you had expected. It wasn’t even just an ordinary werewolf.

It was an Alpha.

“Damnit,” you cursed under your nose as you reached back to the quiver attached to your back to pull out another arrow. Your best chance was to shoot it with at least three to four arrows or your most deadly silver knife containing the highest dose of wolfsbane you had on you to weaken it because Alphas were a lot more difficult to defeat, and it took a bigger dose of wolfsbane to immobilize them.

It attacked in a blink of an eye too, and as you tried to run backwards while aiming, you stumbled in the root of a tree and missed the shot. Your heart was in your throat, your legs burning as you sprinted forward, your hand already reaching for the knife by your thigh. You just took a hold of it when the force from behind pushed you to the ground, squeezing the air out of your lungs. You could feel that your ankle got hit the most, and it felt like thorns tearing through your pants, your skin burning.

Your fingers held onto the cold weapon in your hand even tighter while you gathered enough force to turn onto your back. Before you could swing the knife at the werewolf who was now coming at you with full force, the Alpha was tossed to the side by another one, his silhouette illuminated by the moonlight shining through the trees.

You were so shocked by the sudden appearance of the other werewolf that you didn’t even register that their attention wasn’t on you, so you could escape. That was a mistake because when the Alpha threw the other werewolf onto the ground a few seconds later, it immediately turned back to you. Though your ankle was on fire, you pushed yourself up to standing, but you didn’t manage to get out of the monster’s way in time, so you swung the knife into its chest just as it came at you.

Which meant that its lifeless body ended up falling over you, pinning your legs to the ground.

The sheer force of the Alpha and the pain burning through your body was too much, and though it faintly felt like the weight was lifted off you quite literally, the last thing you saw was a familiar pair of chocolate-brown eyes before darkness overcame you.

You woke to the sound of the kettle whistling, and you needed a few seconds to realise why it was odd.

As soon as you opened your eyes and moved your limbs, the pain came on full force, especially the tingling sensation in your legs. You seethed as you pushed yourself up, only to feel a sharp pain in your back. You fell back to the couch, wincing from the pain.

You heard shuffling sounds from the kitchen, and as your eyes adjusted to the dimly lit living room and the couch you were lying on, the familiarity of the place eased your tensed muscles. Until it didn’t.

“Jo?” You called out, your voice coming out hoarse. You knew that this couldn’t be a dream, the pain was too real for that, but this eerily felt like a nightmare when your boyfriend walked out of the kitchen with a steaming mug in his hands because something in you told you that this wasn’t right.

“I’m here,” he announced with his trademark coy smile, something that made your toes curl under different circumstances. “I’ve made you some camomile tea,” he explained gently as if you had just been crushing over at his place when you were on your period. Your favourite kind of tea, of course.

Everything was so normal, so mundane, the questions got stuck in your throat watching him put the mug on the table in front of the couch and crouching down beside your lying form, eyes wide in concern.

“How are you feeling?” He questioned softly, quietly, but you just blinked at him, confused and scattered until you looked into those deep chocolate-brown eyes. Then, the realisation hit you with full force, and immobilised you as if you had been the one hit with wolfsbane. “I’ve taken care of your leg. They seemed to be thorns from a rose bud. But I didn’t want to examine the rest of your bruises until you woke up,” he explained hurriedly, a tint of pink colouring his cheek at the mention of your other bruises. Judged by the pain, you must have been covered in purple spots from your waist up.

This wasn’t what caught your attention though.

“How did you treat it? You don’t even need a first-aid kit for your bruises.”

“I got the kit after you first came over,” he justified, and something must have reflected in your eyes over his unsaid confession because he immediately looked down, avoiding your eyes.

Werewolves didn’t need first-aid kits. They had accelerated healing abilities, and their cuts and wounds closed and healed within a matter of minutes, hours at max. That’s why you needed wolfsbane, to slow down their healing, so that they couldn’t attack innocent people and animals whilst in their werewolf form. A higher dose of wolfsbane even forced them to turn back to their human form, and the highest… well, it was fatal.

You considered yourself to be a good enough hunter. One that would see the signs, spot the unusual patterns, the supernatural strength or the heightened senses, and one that wouldn’t need saving when out on her werewolf search. It wasn’t enough that Jo was a werewolf, and you had never even considered the possibility of him being one, but he had even saved you back there, something that hurt your pride. Werewolves weren’t supposed to be saving humans, let alone werewolf hunters. They were evil and monstrous, and unwilling to learn how to control themselves. People like your parents paid the price.

“Why did you save me?” You asked without hesitation, and the boy looked up at your question, almost hurt.

“How could I not save you?”

His voice was gentle as always, his features soft as always, his dark eyes shining fondly as always. You had seen him out there in the woods though, and it was the furthest sight from always, and that hurt you the most - that though the person in front of you was so familiar, he seemed so unfamiliar at the very same time.

“You are a werewolf, Jo!” You voiced out, your voice slightly pitched. “And I’m… I’m a werewolf hunter. I despise your kind, I hunt your kind, and I would show no mercy to your kind.”

“I know… but I could see that it was you. I learned how to control my animal side and still keep my humanity,” he explained matter-of-factly, but you both knew how rare it was.

That was the thing though; werewolves could attack even their loved ones if they turned because their werewolf self didn’t remember whom they knew or what those people meant to them. They were animals after all. It supposedly took enormous mental will-power and practice to keep the two in balance even when they transformed, and most of them lacked that control.

However, you had seen with your own two eyes how Jo had gone against that Alpha, and he had done that to save you. There was no use going against his words. On the other hand, he could have also seen how you had swung your knife into the other werewolf’s body, so he could have had every reason to hurt you afterwards or to leave you there.

Yet, he didn’t.

“What were you doing in the woods either way?” You asked him instead of letting the pain of the realisation that he was a werewolf register.

“I was roaming the woods for other werewolves. Me and my pack, we don’t want aggressive ones around here. It’s because of them that there are more incidents and that there are more… werewolf hunters,” he added the last bit belatedly, and you could feel his eyes on you even though you had to look away.

It was all just too much to take in. Not only the events out in the woods but what he was saying. So he could not only control himself but he was also chasing down other werewolves to prevent innocent lives being taken away? Could you really believe that there were werewolves out there who were trying to protect humans? After what happened to your parents, you found it so hard to believe it. Even if Jo had just saved you. Yet, even if you believed him, you found it hard to believe others, that there were others like him.

So despite the burning in your leg and the aching in your upper body, you pushed yourself up from the couch. It didn’t slip your attention that Jo held out his hand to help you, but didn’t dare touch you.

“I need to go.”

“But your leg…” Jo protested as your feet touched the floor and you started limping towards the front door.

“It’s fine.”

“At least, let me give you a ride,” he insisted as he came up behind you with your bag in his hands that you had totally forgotten about.

He must have picked it up when he had saved you and had seen your car parked outside the woods. You had been together for two years, so you had already let him drive your car and vica versa, but you would have never thought that he would use it under such circumstances.

“Jo…” You started, your voice coming out shaky. You found him already staring at you when you turned towards him and looked into his eyes. Your whole body was shaking from the pain, but your heart was in the most pain still. “Right now, I don’t want anything from you. It’s all too much. It’s all too unbelievable, and after how I lost my parents to werewolves, I’m not sure I can trust myself with one.”

Jo opened his mouth to say something, but he closed it without an answer. It took everything in you to not break down in front of him, to not sob in his arms like you did a few times, and to not let him hug you, shielding you from the outside world. You were just as much battling him as yourself, and he would have made it easier if he had not held on.

“I’m sorry,” he said in the end, sincerity oozing off him. You couldn’t tell whether it was because of what you told him about your parents, or because of the whole situation, but you didn’t care. Either way, you had the same answer.

“Yeah, me too,” you retorted, and after grabbing your bag from him and putting on your boots, you slammed the door behind you.

Only then did you allow the first sob to surface.

Jo was your first love.

You closed off your heart after you lost your parents, not long after your 18th birthday. In the beginning, you couldn’t join them for werewolf hunting because they said that you were too young, and they didn’t want you to get hurt. However, when you turned 16, they slowly began to train you, and they let you accompany them a few times if you continued focusing on your studies.

That day, it was a full moon, and you were out with your best friend because she started getting suspicious that you didn’t want to hang out as frequently as before, so you agreed to watch a movie with her. When you came back home at night, your parents still didn’t arrive. You went to take a shower, got changed, and got ready to bed. They had never stayed out too late, and they had usually not gotten seriously hurt, so you had tried your best to fall asleep.

However, you had this gut feeling that something was wrong, and called both of their phones in hopes that they were already in the car, merely forgetting to message you that they were on their way back home. They didn’t pick up.

The next time someone picked up the call, it was a police officer, and he told you that their bodies were found in the woods, supposedly attacked by a wild animal.

You were a wreck, and you spent the whole year trying to pick yourself up. You weren’t sure that you would ever be okay, that you would ever be anything but that shell of a person without a goal, without a future, without a safety net to fall back onto. You pushed everyone away - your best friend, the teachers, the neighbours -, you didn’t need their pity. That only resulted in one thing: that you were so very lonely, so very alone in the end.

Since you were an adult, you didn’t need a guardian, and your parents’ heritance covered your living costs, but you didn’t even dare to dream about going to university upon graduation. That’s how you ended up as a cashier at an arts shop that the nearby art college’s students frequented - one of them being Jo himself.

It started out small though, just helping him find the right coloured paints for one of his projects, but the more he dropped by, the closer you got. He was shy, you could tell, but you were wary of strangers and you didn’t really believe that anyone could love you or for that matter, that you could love anyone after the loss.

You spent the first year of his college years briefly interacting, but when the second year rolled by, he was braver. Still subtle, still gentle about it, but he lingered longer, he asked you about the placement of products he already knew, and he asked you more personal questions when it was just the two of you in the shop.

Now looking back, you realised that his hesitance must have come from a different place, not just his shyness. He was probably weighing the risk of getting close to a human, and though he was the one who constantly took a step closer to you, you were the one who took the final step. On that rainy night after graduation when he told you that his parents didn’t come to his graduation ceremony because he didn’t know them, he grew up in an orphanage, seeing that hurt and longing in his eyes, you asked him to wait for the end of your shift because you wanted to talk to him.

You didn’t know whether he would stay here after graduation or whether he wanted to stay in touch with you, but you told him that you wanted him to. Then, you kissed him.

You knew that by loving him, you were willing to risk that you would lose him one day, but you waited enough time to be sure of your feelings and to open up your heart again.

Ever since then, he was your anchor, and the only person you let get close to you. He knew you better than anyone, and though you hid it from him that you were a werewolf hunter because you didn’t want to get him in trouble, he knew everything else.

Turns out you weren’t the only one keeping a secret.

For that reason, you knew that it wasn’t fair that you held a grudge against him. You did keep it a secret that you were hunting his kind just as well as he hid the fact that he was a werewolf. He had saved you, going against an Alpha to do so, proving you that he had been in control of his emotions. If not that, the colour of his eyes - his human eyes - was another proof. Werewolves’ eyes were usually yellow, but when they were in control of their human side after turning, their real eye colour could also appear. His did, very clearly so.

Not to mention that if he had truly wanted to hurt you, he could have had multiple chances before. Not just during the three years he frequented the shop you worked at, but during the two years you spent together as a couple since then.

Still, you needed time to digest what had happened. You needed time to see things how they were without your emotions clouding your judgement. You needed time to trust him again, and he gave you just that. He didn’t reach out just as you had asked him not to, and you didn’t search for him either.

Two weeks later, on a rainy day, your memories of the day of his graduation (your first kiss) came back, and you found yourself going to his flat. You didn’t know whether he was at home or not, but you still knocked on his door, your heart in your throat. He still opened the door like he always did, but instead of a relaxed expression and a following coy smile, you were met with concerned eyes and a tensed jaw.

“Y/N…”

The way your name rolled off his tongue was uncertain at best, but you couldn’t blame him. After what you had said to him and how you had left him, you weren’t surprised that he had his doubts as to why you would come to him.

“I’m sorry, I know it might be sudden, but I’ve been thinking a lot. Can we talk now?” You poured the words onto him in one go, but he answered without hesitation.

“Yes, sure. Come in!” He beckoned and opened the door wider, stepping sideways, so you could walk into his flat.

You had walked into his place multiple times before, but your heart had never been as heavy as now. Your body was yearning to get close to him, to touch him, to listen to his heartbeat while he was listening to yours, but your heart was not ready to give in.

Instead, you took a seat on the worn-out couch, every single limb tense, your legs ready to bolt any time. Deep down, you knew that you should not fear him; if he had really wanted to, he could have hurt you many times before, including the last time in the woods. By saving you, he had even risked his identity to be exposed, but it seemed that you were more important to him than the secret he had been keeping.

Jo sat down beside you on the couch, but he didn’t sit as close as he usually did. It pained you as much as it reassured you. He gave you space and time to pull yourself together as always.

“So…” You cleared your throat after an awkward minute or so. “I haven’t been totally honest with you, and I’m sorry about that. I guess the reason for that was the same reason you didn’t tell me that you were a werewolf,” you mused out loud, your hands getting sweaty in your lap. You watched your fingers fiddle with the material of your hoodie, absent-mindedly or obsessively, you couldn’t tell.

You heard Jo take a deep breath beside you, probably preparing himself for the rest of your monologue, and that just made things even harder. He should have been angry with you, absolutely furious, frustrated, but he was just sitting there in all his calm and concerned state, waiting for you to say what was on your mind. As he always did.

You averted your eyes from your fingers to his face, and though you were itching to cup his cheeks, you held yourself back. It didn’t mean that your heart didn’t do a little somersault when you saw a speck of hope flicking in his eyes.

“However, you mean so much to me, and you saved me and proved to me last time that you can control your animal side, so I want to give us another chance. But I also want us to be transparent with each other before we do that,” you told him straight-forwardly, your heart in your throat as you were waiting for his reaction.

His shoulders visibly slumped at ease, and he unclenched his jaw. The way he looked at you was so earnest, so sincere, he looked at you like he could get the stars from the sky for you. It was this kind of pure, unconditional love that made you go back to him, and when he continued, you knew that you made the right choice.

“I would also like to start over with you. I will be honest with you and tell you what you want to know. Ask away,” he offered immediately, and you told him that he could also ask you what he wanted to know. It was only natural that it went both ways.

You asked him first: about his parents and what happened to them. He told you that he was a pure-breed, meaning that both of his parents had probably been werewolves because he had never been bitten, but he had started showing signs of lycanthropy right around puberty. That’s when he had first started running away from the orphanage he had grown up in. He had been so confused and so scared as to why this had been happening to him, and he had often gone out into the woods unknowingly.

That’s how Yudai had found him, and had taken him into his own pack. He had seen himself in the young boy, and had started teaching him about his abilities and his expected werewolf growth during puberty. In a way, Jo felt like Yudai and his pack had raised him as they had been the only ones he could have leaned on. They had also been the ones who had encouraged him to apply for college because they had seen his artwork, and thought that he was talented. So they had helped him find options for scholarships for underprivileged kids like him, and with the money he made from working part-time during his high school years, he had managed to secure a spot at the arts college you had worked nearby.

You could feel that it was difficult for him to speak about his past, and you couldn’t blame him. It was just as difficult for you to tell him about your parents, how they had taught you to hunt werewolves and spot unusual lycanthropy signs in people, and how you had lost them. Somewhere along the way, he reached out to hold your hand, and you let him.

You had never talked about your parents to anyone to such an extent, and you reckoned that he had never told anyone about his past like that, except the pack he belonged to. Though you wished he could have been anyone but a werewolf, you wanted to believe that werewolves weren’t all the same just like how there were werewolf hunters who played God instead of staying in their lane.

So you asked the question that seemed to surprise Jo the most once you were both over your monologues:

“Will you introduce them to me? Your friends… your pack?” You raised an eyebrow tentatively, testing how much he would let you in. After all, a werewolf’s pack was really like a family. They would fight for each other, they would die for each other. You weren’t sure how it was in their human form, but you guessed that it was the same.

“Yes. If you want, I will,” Jo responded immediately, and gently squeezed your hand. You looked at your hand in his, the way he held it so steadily, so lovingly, as he always did. Then, you looked up at him, into his chocolate-brown eyes, the ones you loved getting lost in, the ones that you loved gazing at. You saw the way his lips curled, how they deepened at the edges, and made his dimples appear.

You saw all the coy smiles you exchanged before, all the movie nights you snuggled up to him, the way he looked at you when you called him your boyfriend publicly, how you childishly fought over tubes of ice cream, how you cried on his shoulder when the anniversary of your parents’ death came, how he made you camomile tea whenever you were on your period or you were sick, how he liked holding your hand but was shy about it, and how soft-spoken he was. And in that moment, you knew that you would work it out, and though you would both need time to fully trust the other with such a different yet important part of your life, you were willing to risk it.

For him, you would risk it all.

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One Last Job---Chapter Five

A link to Chapter Four: https://www.tumblr.com/nexxen24/783651143232487424/one-last-job-chapter-four?source=share

WARNING: This chapter contains a brief mention of suicide, attempted suicide and suicidal ideation. Reader be warned.

5: Walker

Munich, Germany, October 2024

Watching Alex go down after she got shot felt like having a heart attack and our eyes locked as I watched the blood spew from the wound on her chest. She went down hard and I ran over, kicking Silvo in the face to get him down before putting up the shield to keep her safe from the mystery shooter that was still hiding somewhere in the room.

I went to pull my gun out when I cursed, remembering they took it off me after I blacked out from the migraine earlier and I hadn’t bothered to go looking for it. I couldn’t stay like forever or else she was going to die and the knife was still planted, deep, into Silvo’s shoulder. I moved, just a bit and tried to reach for it when all at once the shooting stopped and everything was quiet. 

“What?” 

“Go to her."

My eyes widened when I saw Mel, standing above the other shooter, gun in hand and I sent her a tentative nod before retracting the shield and focusing all my attention on Alex. 

“Alex…stay with me,” I said and she nodded even though I could tell her eyes were threatening to close and they kept rolling back in her head. 

“Mel…” Alex whispered when the said woman also began to hover over her. 

“I’m so sorry,” she said and Alex chuckled before turning to the side and coughing up blood.  

“What a traitor,” she choked out and fell back, eyes rolling back and then closing as my eyes widened and I started shaking her. 

“No! Alex! Stay with me!” I called but it was too late and she was out, not dead, but asleep and I sighed before extending the shield and slamming it into Mel. 

She was caught off guard by the attack and rolled out of the way of my second as I grabbed her gun and pointed it at her, keeping it very level with her forehead so she knew that I meant business. Mel scrambled back before she got to feet and I followed her with the gun as she shoved her hands out in front of her. 

“Tell me why I don’t shoot,” I hissed out as Mel shoved her hands in the hair. 

“Look…I know I sent you here but I can also help her, she’s not dying, her powers have kicked in.” “Yeah…because of you,” I said and Mel shook her head. 

“Silvo was never supposed to hurt her or you, he was just supposed to rough her up, tell her the extactor’s not here and then let her go. He betrayed me and he called Anton, we need to get Alex out of her or he will kill both of you.”

“Where would she go?”

“I have a home in Aachen, Germany, it’s in the west near the Belgium border, she’ll be safe there. I know these people and they have a truck outside we can use, it’s a long drive but she should be fine.” 

“How do you know she’s not dying?” I asked and Mel sighed looking far more apologetic than she did a few seconds ago. 

“I have ten years on Alex, I worked for Dark Force at the height of her torture and to test her healing she was shot by Anton…a few times. If Silvo’s stupid associate missed her head or her heart she’s fine, she’ll be back and fine in less than a month, but she also needs to be asleep and stable, and not here.”

“You’re absolutely sure?” I asked and she nodded so I let out a frustrated sigh and even went as far as handing back the gun, just to test that unwavering loyalty. 

Mel nodded in thanks and walked a bit closer, pulling the knife out of Silvo’s shoulder before shooting him point blank in the head as my eyes widened. She caught the look and shrugged before digging through his pockets and pulling out a set of keys, looking them over quickly before giving me a nod as I carefully picked Alex up. I made sure not to move her that much but my stomach still lurched when I caught sight of the blood pooling on her chest. 

“I mean…sure her blood heals…but what if she loses too much?” 

“I’ll stitch her up in the truck,” Mel said and led the way up the stairs and out the back door of a mansion where there really was a truck waiting for us. She ran over and opened it as I followed suit, gently placing Alex down in the back before climbing in myself only to have Mel run over and try to pull me out. “You need to drive, I need to attend to the wound.”

“But…”

“No…go…here’s the keys,” she said and tossed them to me as I reluctantly got out and into the driver's seat, starting up the car and making my way around the mansion and down the driveway in the front.

I tried to keep the truck steady but it was hard to focus when all I could hear was Mel ripping open Alex’s jumpsuit and scrambling around inside what I had to assume was a first aid kit, cursing up a storm.

“God…Alex…you’re so stupid,” she muttered and I rolled my eyes before focusing back on the road as Mel worked on her for close to an hour before she awkwardly climbed into the fronts, her hands covered in very dark red blood. 

“Is she?”

“The bleeding stopped, her body's working overtime.” 

“How long will it take to heal?”

“Hard to say…a month at least, maybe more. I’ll keep an eye on Anton, see if anything comes but he can’t track Alex, only guess where she is and her being in Berlin for so long was a mistake. It was only a matter of time before he found her and he did, the same day as you.”

“Why did he not kill her?”

“I think Anton could tell why you were there and wanted to make her suffer. He probably she’d catch that he shot a proximity mine and jump into help, thereby tethering the two of you together. One thing Anton loved was torturing her, he was pretty good at it.” 

I sighed and already knew the answer to the next question, but I wanted it from her. “So…is what you said true? About Alex being shot before.” 

“It is and she was…at least five times, maybe more. I left when she was eighteen so I might’ve missed a few times.”

“Why? Why shoot your test subject?”

“Well…Anton knew Alex’s mother, it’s one of the reasons he picked her, cause he knew she’d be special and that her dad was always a piece of shit who wouldn’t hesitate to make a few bucks. He needed to test to make sure she only survived the procedure because of her blood so he shot her, point blank in the stomach with me in the room. To all of our surprise, Alex survived and was perfectly fine, as if she had never been shot but she was in a self-induced coma for close to a month.”

“What happened to her mom?” I asked and glanced at Alex in the rear view who was still asleep and she actually looked peaceful. 

“She was killed by Anton. Her mother, Clara, never would’ve agreed so he killed her, broke her dad and guaranteed that he’d get her. Anton went back in 1994, after he had established Dark Force, offered her tired dad the money and just like…he had a test subject.” 

“I’m starting to think my annoying normal parents weren’t that bad,” I muttered and Mel chuckled with a sigh. 

“Yeah…She’s stayed strong tho, I can’t imagine being Alex, I’d be so broken but she’s stayed hopeful and I can tell that you’ve helped,” she pointed out and I scoffed. 

“Oh…no…I’m just stuck with her.”

“Sure…It’s totally not love or anything,” she muttered and my eyes narrowed as I turned off the main road to head back into Munich and grab our stuff from the hotel. 

“Alex is nice…but it’s not,” I assured and parked the truck, jumping out as Mel rolled her eyes from behind me. 

It 100% wasn’t love, not one bit and Alex was nothing but a co-worker that I cared about a little too deeply sometimes…but still a co-worker. Me and her were working together and when the mine was out of my head and Anton was dead we’d part ways and never look back. I’d go work for Val, become the US Agent like she suggested and Alex would return to Berlin, find her own purpose and all would be well in the world. But thinking of that made me frown, I didn’t really want this to end, I liked working with Alex and a big part of me wanted to take her back to the states, get her a job with Val and pull a Clint Barton. I could see it…the two of us going on missions and I could show her around New York and let her have a normal life, let us have a normal life together…

Shit…I’m in love.

Aachen, Germany, November 2024

The safe house that Mel had in Aachen was a lot more impressive than she initially let on and was less safe house, more safe mansion and complete with a couple acres of property surrounding it. I couldn’t see it since with Alex out of commission I was mostly stuck inside and spent the past three weeks just wandering around the halls of the house, reading various books and just generally, thinking. I texted Val a few days after we arrived and she wasn’t happy which meant that I got chewed out over the phone for close to an hour as she claimed that I had betrayed her. I thought the statement wasn’t that accurate and assured her that Alex was nice, not a mutant killer like she had suggested. But…knowing Val…she didn’t want any part of it and threatened to send half the German government after us if I didn’t kill Alex right that second. 

I managed to talk her down and explain the situation with Anton but Val not calling a strike force involved convincing her that when this was all over and the world was safe, I’d turn her in. I didn’t like making that promise and knew that I wasn’t going to keep it but I had to keep in mind to think of something to distract Val when we made it back, if we made it back. I had also kept in contact with Mel who moved to a separate safe house in Cologne and would make the pretty long drive once a month to bring me groceries and check on Alex, fix up her bags of IV since she had an entire medical room in the basement. 

Alex was currently down there, sleeping off the gunshot wound and I made it a goal of mine to sit with her at least once a day, sometimes even twice and for multiple hours to make sure she was doing okay. For the most part Alex seemed fine, she just wouldn’t wake up and Mel kept telling me to ease up, take a break, a lot of trauma had occurred in a short amount of time. Alex felt the headache I got from being away from her, she felt it even worse than mine and I couldn’t imagine what that could do to a person. We were so close to losing it all, to crossing that fifteen barrier that when I first arrived I marked off exactly fifteen feet from her bed in tape just to make sure I wouldn’t go past it. It limited me to mainly the living room and a cot in her room but still…I wasn’t crossing that line, I wasn’t going to do that to her again, forget about me. 

“Where are we?” 

I nearly jumped out of my damn skin and dropped the bottle of water in my hand, causing it to clatter to the floor as Alex stared at me in mild concern. I blinked a couple times just to make sure she was really there before rushing forward and wrapping her in a hug, really pulling her against me like I did back at that mansion. That hug was incredible and this one was close to topping it since I could feel her heartbeat against my chest and wished that I could pull her even closer, that I could stay like that forever. 

“John…”

“Sorry,” I muttered and pulled back since it sounded like I had been suffocating her. 

“No…It’s nice, just…where are we? What happened?” 

“You got shot by Silvo’s assistant back in Munich so Mel suggested we live in this safe house till you got better. You’ve been out for close to three weeks which will explain all the tubes. I can let you get ready, I’m sure you know how.”

“Not my first coma,” she said and I smiled, placing a hand on her shoulder before slowly making my way upstairs, giddy with excitement that she was okay. 

Alex joined me close to a half hour later, dressed in the sweatpants and t-shirt I had left for her downstairs at the beginning of all of this, just in case she woke up and needed something to change into. She was also pretty winded just from the stairs and I ran over, picking her up bridal style before slowly putting her down on the couch as she nodded in thanks. Alex sighed and pulled up the hem of her shirt where you could see the small pockmark scar that the bullet made and despite it only being a month…it was barely a scar. 

“Wow…you really can heal.”

“I don’t lie, John, I just joke,” she said and I smiled, grabbing her a glass of water and watching as Alex downed most of it before she sent me a smile that slowly morphed into a confused look. “Did you dye your hair?” 

“No…the dye wore off,” I explained and ran a hand through it since it had also gotten a bit longer, same with the beard which was now existing. “I dyed it a darker brown to blend in, didn’t work that well, I might dye it back tho.”

“Why?” 

“The blonde…even though it’s not a bright blonde…it reminds me of Steve. Makes me think of him and how I let him down.” 

“Keep it…I like the blonde.”

“Are you saying that because your hair is blonde?” 

“No…I’m saying it because you can still look like him but be you. I never met Steve Rogers, I heard about him and I’m grateful he brought everyone back during the blip, it was boring without people but you’re not him and that’s okay.”

“So…you really like the blonde?” I asked and Alex sat up before moving over to sit next to me. 

“I do,” she said and ran a hand through it as my eyes widened. “You look like a new man, John Walker.”

“I feel like it,” I said and Alex smiled, choosing to move even closer and snuggle against me as I laid back to allow us to get a bit comfier. 

“That’s good…still tired,” Alex muttered and I chuckled before grabbing the remote which was on the side table and flicked on the TV, navigating to a random movie and switching it on. “What’s this?” 

“I don’t really care,” I admitted and Alex chuckled before snuggling up closer to me and falling asleep not even five minutes into the movie. 

One Month Later 

With Alex being awake we could actually see what the safe house/mansion had to offer and were sitting by a pond out the back that Mel assured I could swim in if it ever gets warm again. But it was November in Germany….nothing was warm. My hands and feet were ice cubes as I stood next to Alex who was smiling at the frozen pond and I hated to think of what she wanted to do with it. It looked like she was eager to step out onto it and I grabbed her before she could try and I’d be forced to follow her. 

“Why?” 

“I am not falling into a pond,” I said and Alex chuckled but she moved and began to walk back towards the house. 

“Fine…have no fun.”

“You are still healing,” I pointed out and she turned just to roll her eyes at me. 

“I’m fine,” Alex shot back but I knew that was untrue. 

Sure the bullet wound was healed and Mel said the internal trauma was pretty much figured out but the mental pain was still there and Alex had woken up a few times screaming, assuming she was still there, still getting shot by Silvo’s assistant. I knew that she wanted to erase the memory, add to the mark on her arm but she wasn’t for my sake since I asked her to do it once and she refused, she wanted me to live with it. Alex was trying to push through for my sake but I didn’t like seeing her upset and caught up to her before wrapping my hand in hers with a smile. 

“Cold, John?” 

“Uh…yeah…it’s actually freezing out here.”

“I thought New York got cold?” 

“Not like this,” I muttered and shivered as Alex chuckled and moved a bit closer. 

“I could warm you up,” she suggested and my eyes widened. “If you want.”

“Like…make some hot cocoa?”

“Yeah…sure…hot cocoa,” she shot and my eyes narrowed at how annoyed she sounded. 

“That’s not what you had in mind?” I asked and Alex sighed, stopping and I raised a brow. 

“No…it’s not.”

“Uh…”

“What is this?” 

“I don’t understand…”

“This…Us, I guess. Are we anything?” 

I stepped back a bit and rubbed my neck, unsure of how to answer her or even what to do in response since instead of actually confronting my feelings, I was just going to ignore them until I was forced to and lookie here…consequences of my own actions. She was making a damn good point…I had been thinking about saying something close to every waking moment since she woke up…I was just too scared, I guess. To chicken. Too worried that she’d stand there and see right through me, see all the way down to the small puddle of regret that just wouldn’t go away. I didn’t feel like a good man, I never did and what Alex needed was that…a good man, she needed someone stable and willing to take care of her and I couldn’t even take care of myself half the time. Two broken people didn’t tend to make a right and I didn’t know how to convey that without sounding like I was deflecting or making up excuses. 

“I don’t know,” I said and knew that was a shit answer before walking away from her. 

“So that’s it!” Alex called and I turned, not really looking at her. “You’re just gonna walk away.”

“I don’t know what to say…I’m not…”

“Not what?” 

“We…wouldn’t work. I’m too broken for you,” I deadpanned and her eyes narrowed as she walked over to me. “I’ve spent years trying to be someone I’m not and I’m still dealing with the fact that it failed, I can’t drag you into that, you don’t deserve it.”

“I don’t deserve you, is what you’re saying?” she asked and I nodded. “Wow…That’s so fucking stupid.”

“It’s not.”

“YES…it is…When have I ever shown that I think you’re unworthy of love or being with you, unworthy of trust and respect.”

“Never…”

Alex stepped forward and stood right in front of me as I tried not to meet her eyes but she turned my head so I was forced to. “John…I want to make you realise how much better you are than you’re willing to let yourself believe. You’re not some broken and damaged man who’ll never be worthy of love again, you’re just a guy filled with regret who won’t let himself be filled with anything else.”

“I can’t…I can’t see myself being anything else.”

“Not even with me?” 

I caught her eyes, a big mistake, and could see a want to make me feel like I could be happy with her, that everything would suddenly get a whole lot clearer if I just let her in. I wanted to let her in, to embrace the change that she could bring to me…but I was scared…too scared to start. Alex sighed and stepped back, wrapping her arms around herself and looking less excited about the pond and the snow than when we first got out there. 

“Alex…”

“No…it’s fine,” she muttered and stepped past me, moving to walk back to the house when something snapped and I let instinct take over. 

If you’ve seen a cheesy romance movie set in winter it was like that since I grabbed her hand, spun her around and slammed my lips against hers. Alex not pulling away at first was a nice indication that this was a good idea and she relaxed a bit against me, likely startled by the very sudden display. But despite the initial freezing up she relaxed and I grabbed the sides of her face to pull her a bit closer and deepen the kiss even further. We stayed like for as long as we could before a need to actually breathe took over and I pulled back, a bit out of breath and very hot despite the cold. 

“I…”

“No…it’s fine,” she said and smiled, looking very giddy as I stepped back and rubbed the back of my neck. “I’m the first since Olivia right?” 

“Yeah…”

“She was a very lucky lady,” Alex muttered and I blushed as she laughed. 

“That is not funny.”

“I should’ve remembered you’re so new at this,” she said and I sighed, not liking where this was going. “You’re just a little out of practice, John.” 

“It’s been a while…”

“Well…I’m glad you haven’t forgotten anything,” she said and I looked up from where I had been intently focusing on the ground to find her grinning at me. “Does that change anything though?” 

“Yeah…it does.” 

“Good. I still want to warm you up!” she called and ran towards the house as I rolled my eyes before following her. 

It would be interesting to see where this was going to go, and just how much I was going to be willing to let my guard down around her, really embrace the fact that maybe…I could let someone back in. We still had a lot of work to do, a lot of things to accomplish and Anton was still out there, somewhere and plotting his revenge. But for the moment I was safe and happy, with a beautiful woman at my side and a life full of possibilities. 

And it felt pretty damn good. 

Two Months Later 

Once it finally got actually tolerable outside, Alex made it very clear that she wanted to visit an antique fair in the main part of the city that was held once a week on Thursday. I was hesitant…it’s not like we needed anything but she claimed that wasn’t the point, the point was to walk around and enjoy ourselves. We had been stuck mainly at the safe house the whole time and while the grounds were plentiful, I could tell that she was getting bored, especially since her powers still hadn’t come back and she couldn’t mock my thoughts all the time. She’d probably be mocking the amount of times I thought about her and kissing her, even doing a lot more than that…

And…yes…if you’re curious for whatever reason…it was amazing and neither of us regret it afterwards, despite the near constant blush on my face for like four days afterwards. She kept mocking me for it even though whenever I caught her eye, she blushed as well and became increasingly more awkward around me. Suddenly, if you see the entirety of someone, just a passing glance as they get out the shower becomes a hell of a lot more intimate. I wasn’t complaining, she was cute when flustered and had just chewed me out for seeing her even though she was the one that left the door open. 

“Don’t leave it open!” I called and could hear Alex curse me out as I smiled and sipped at my coffee, taking a seat on the couch with my phone to see if Mel had any news. 

She of course didn’t have anything and a quick google search let me know that the internet was apparently pretty concerned that I just vanished into thin air. They occasionally posted about me after the trial, normally all bad or mocking what happened, which was fair, so the genuine concern felt…weird. Just ignore the good riddance comments that littered all the posts of course. 

“Ugh…are you googling yourself?” she asked and leaned over my shoulder. “Maybe…” 

“That’s so weird.”

“Why?” 

“Why do you care?” Alex asked and jumped over the back of the couch as I scrambled to get out of her way. 

“It’s nice to know what they think, sometimes.”

“How boring. Instead of that, we should head into town,” she suggested and smiled as I checked the date and sure enough, it was a Thursday. 

“Do you even need anything?” I asked and she sighed.

“I told you…we’re not going to buy stuff, we’re going to see the sights and ponder the wares.” 

“Ponder the wares,” I said with a lot more sarcasm and she frowned at me. “Fine…I guess we can go ponder some wares.” 

Alex grinned and leaned over, kissing me as I smiled against her lips before pulling her closer, almost all the way into my lap. “Thank you.”

“Anything for you,” I told her and she kissed me again before jumping off to grab her standard issue converse as I pocketed my phone and followed, slipping on my boots. 

***

The town of Aachen really was pretty and I had to admire the absolute masterclass that was German architecture, from the churches to just the regular old buildings, it was all incredible. Sure I liked living in New York, it was pretty, but man would I move to Germany in a heartbeat, find some small town, a nice house with a good sized front yard, maybe get a dog. I glanced at Alex and wondered if she’d join me in that idea, in leaving it all behind for a picket fence and a small peaceful existence. 

“So…dog person?” I asked as she browsed through a stand full of vinyl records, her hand clutched tightly in mine. 

“Mmmm…maybe…I’ve never really been around them,” she said as she eyed a Queen record. “I love cats though, there were some strays in Berlin that I used to feed.”1

“Why am I not surprised,” I muttered and she raised a brow as we walked away from all the records and down a street with vendors selling mainly jewellery. 

“Why are you not surprised?” 

“Strays cling to strays,” I said and she smiled, moving a bit closer. 

“I like that,” she admitted just as her eyes widened and she dragged me over to a stand selling mostly watches. “Look…you need a new one.” 

“Alex…”

“Come on, have a look while I browse that shoe stand over there. They might Converse.” 

She grinned and ran off as I rolled my eyes and did as she suggested, looking through the many watches on the table as the man tending the table eyed me. One in particular caught my attention, a nice looking watch with a black leather band and some blue crystal detailing around the face. It didn’t have a compass which was a misfire in my opinion but looked durable and a bit fancier than the one from Mike. 

“How much?” I asked in my piss poor, wannabe German accent as the man chuckled. 

“100.” 

“Really?” 

“Good brand,” he said in mildly broken English as I nodded in thanks for the language switch.

“What brand?”

“JDM, military watch.”

“Oh…I was military, I’m replacing a Casio military watch.”

“This one is a good choice and quite special.”

“How so?” I asked, knowing that he was just saying that to justify the 100 euros he wanted for it, despite the scratches on the leather. 

“JDM names their watches,” he began, “they called that one Mike.” 

I stared at the watch for a long moment, eyes brimming with tears before pulling 100 euros out of my wallet and handing it over, giving the man a thank you before walking off. I shoved the watch in the pocket of my jacket before finding an alley with no one around and sinking down against the wall. I wasn't known for tears, I barely cried, even when injured but I’d only ever done it twice before, when I found out Mike had died as a child and two nights after Lemar’s death when I told his mom. But now…Now I was a mess…a massive puddle and could feel my lungs contracting in what felt like a panic as all the grief and anger I had towards Mike came flooding out of me. 

I don’t know why I bought the watch, it was expensive and not even my go to style but I felt compelled when I heard the name, like Mike himself had planted it there for me to find. It was his way of saying, hey man…I’m still here, you can’t escape me so suck it up and be a man, be better. It’s like what he always said, keep a level head and you can survive anything, just don’t lose your cool. I lost it, I’ve lost it so many times. Back in Latvia against that Flag Smasher, even during that fight with Bucky and Sam where I fully intended to kill Sam thanks to that serum, when my head wasn’t in the right spot. I’d lost it…I’d lost it so many times and I knew that he had so many reasons to be disappointed in me…so many damn reasons. 

“John?” 

I jumped and sure enough Alex was in front of me, a concerned look on her face and a bag with a couple pairs of Converse inside sitting next to her. I wiped at the tears as she moved to sit next to me and placed a hand on my arm even though she couldn’t make me feel better, her mind still wasn’t fully healed. It still helped and I pulled her closer, Alex snuggling into my head and placing her head on my chest. 

“Sorry…”

“Don’t be.”

“The…watch seller…he had one,” I said and pulled it out. “It’s by a brand called JDM…they name their watches…named this one Mike.” 

Alex moved to glance at me as the tears started flowing again and I wiped them with my already soaked sleeve, hating my brother now more than grieving over him. I hated him because he was a total hypocrite and it took me years to find that out.

“Mike…my brother…he didn’t die in a helicopter crash, he was sick the day of it, his best friend died,” I choked out and she placed a hand over the watch and my own hand and squeezed. “Mike couldn’t handle it…he was always short tempered and angry at the world and when Jean died it got even worse. When I went home to sell my family farm, my dad had a sheet, detailing Mike’s death…he committed suicide in the barracks three days after the crash, didn’t even leave a note.” 

“God…John…”

“Fun fact about super soldiers,” I muttered and cut her off, choosing to be oh so horribly vulnerable. “They can’t die of alcohol poisoning, metabolism is too good…I tried.” 

“You did?” 

“A few times,” I muttered and thought back to that night Val broke in and offered me the job. 

That bottle of whiskey I had bought wasn’t the first of the night…it was the fourth and I’d always stopped at three but I thought, why not four, why not keep going. I had felt really sick after she left so four or five might’ve been the danger zone but I sobered up after she gave me the job and chose in that moment to keep going, at least for a bit. 

“How about now?”

“Now…I don’t know…I don’t think so. There’s too much going on, too much to do,” I said and reached over, running a hand along her cheek. “Too much to love about right now.”

“I wish that I could dive into your head and make it all better.”

“I know…But it’s okay. Mike made his choice, he was depressed and thought the military would make him less depressed and it didn’t. I got depressed because of said military and have been trying for months to make it better, turns out all I needed was a fake HYDRA experiment that talks too much.”

“I do not,” she said and I raised a brow. “Okay…fine…I do.”

“I love it,” I said and her eyes widened as I pulled her into a kiss. 

“You do?” 

“All of it and more,” I added and Alex chuckled before getting to her feet and pulling me to mine. “So…better news…did you buy Converse?”

“So many pairs!” she said and showed me her very fell bag as I put the watch on, even though it didn’t go with what I wore or even me. 

It didn’t need to match or make sense, or even be a practical everyday watch to have around, all it needed to be was a reminder. Mike couldn’t make it past his own demons, he lost his fight and that’s okay, now, I know that. But I also know that I didn’t have to, I could make it past, could fight past all the moments that made it not seem worth it and take Alex’s advice to heart. I thought of the moment she snuggled up against me after waking up, how her breathing slowed as she fell asleep and she kept her head on my chest till she woke up close to three hours later. She trusted me in that moment and I trusted her, a mutual understanding that we were in this together and that was okay for I needed her and she needed me. 

“Hey…I can read minds,” Alex said and smiled as I handed her a cone with a scoop of hazelnut in it. “Think of something funny.”

I really want you to eat maple ice cream…lean into the stereotype.

I smiled at the thought and licked my vanilla cone(shut up) as Alex stared at me, eyes narrowed and I waited for her to react and yell at me that she wasn’t stereotypical at all and the message was unfounded. 

“So…do it.”

“I did,” I muttered and her eyes widened as she nearly dropped the cone. “What?” 

“I can’t read your mind.”

“Is that bad?” 

“I don’t think the mine in your head is a proximity mine.”

“It has to be, I almost died back in Munich.”

“Then it’s not just a proximity mine.”

“What do we do?” 

“We have to call Mel,” she said and I hated the look on her face as I thought about what all that could mean. 

If she was right and the mine was different, then there’d be no telling what else Anton had done to it and I felt like something bad was going to come out of it. The mission had just gotten a hell of a lot more complicated and one had to worry about what else could go horribly wrong, what else more could complicate an already impossible task. I had to hope that we could make it through, keep each other safe and continue to explore the connection we had built. I just didn’t realize at the time just how far that connection could really go.

[ireallyamabear]

i'm brainstorming how an alternative prison break would go for a 'what if' story and there really isn't a good way to do it without a new man coming down the elevator, is there

[halfway-happyyy]

into gold III {rooster bradshaw}

synopsis: rooster bradshaw’s emotional baggage could fill a cargo container ten times over. he is the single father of a precocious and bubbly six-year-old, and despite his best efforts, has fallen head over heels for someone arguably more damaged than him- his daughter’s first grade teacher.

characters- bradley ‘rooster’ bradshaw, frankie bradshaw, female ooc scout wallis (she/her pronouns)

word count- 3200+

or- the one where rooster can't cook, and lays everything out on the line for scout.

read part one and two

An aluminum wing catches a ray of flaming sunlight, rendering her momentarily blind. The moment passes and she catches sight of the plummeting aircraft expecting to see the words ‘LT Beau Wallis “Atlas”’ painted across the side, but what she sees instead is ‘LT Bradley Bradshaw “Rooster”’. A strangled scream tears at the tender flesh of her throat as she watches his FA/18 explode into the side of a mountain before he can safely eject from it. Another precious life snuffed out like a candle in the night. Another love lost forever. Her scream never materializes.

Scout Wallis jolts awake from her nightmare, her entire body covered in a slick sheen of perspiration. To steady her erratic breathing, she studies the movie posters that adorn the walls of Jake’s bedroom. Most of them are westerns; vintage, gun-toting shoot-em-ups that make her long for the simplicity of her grandfather’s cabin.

“Bad dream?”

Jake’s voice catches her off guard before she nods her head. He moves from his spot on the chair in the corner of the room to the bed, taking a seat beside her.

“Must have been out a little while,” She yawns. “Are you almost ready? What time did Rooster say to be over for dinner?”

Jake moves to brush a strand of hair away from her face. “Before we do anything, you and I have some unfinished business to attend to first, Wallis.” Scout suddenly feels the end of their time together looming close, like the ticking hands of an invisible clock. Silence settles a little too long between them before he finally sighs, “This isn’t going to work out between us, is it?”

And it breaks her heart a little bit because in every lifetime apart from this one, she can see herself with Jake Seresin.

She shakes her head, piteously. “I’m sorry, Jake.”

He lifts her hand from beneath his duvet and kisses the back of it gently. “No apologies, Wallis. Frankie’s crazy about you,” A sobering realization sets in behind those beautiful viridian eyes, a flash of something sorrowful passes through them and then it’s gone. Jake swallows hard and shrugs his shoulders. “Rooster is too.”

Scout watches him leave the room, wishing with a pang, that there were something she could do or say to make herself feel a different way, but if there was anything that losing Beau had taught her, it was the importance of letting go when the time came.

They meet on his front porch fifteen minutes later, both regarding each other with a thoughtful intensity. Jake’s the first to break the silence.

“I meant what I said the other night.”

Scout cocks her head in question. “What did you say?”

Jake sighs and squints into the waning daylight above. “That he’d take good care of you. He will take good care of you if you let him, Scout. And you deserve it.”

The inexplicable sting of looming tears pinches behind Scout’s eyes as she opens her arms for a hug which he reciprocates. They stand entwined for a couple of minutes, neither one of them wanting to part just yet.

Jake breaks away first and clears his throat. “Alright Wallis, get outta here.”

She steps down off the porch, walks the few steps toward her car, and then turns to face him. “I’ll see you around, Seresin.”

He grins. “Not if I see you first.”

~

Scout stands poised before Rooster’s front door. She considers setting the mason jar of shells down onto the frayed welcome mat and making a run for it, but no sooner has the thought crossed her mind that the door is opening, and Frankie is standing on the other side of it. She’s dressed head-to-toe like Jessie from Toy Story: cow print, a hat, boots, and all.

“Miss Wallis!” She grins and then excitedly follows that up with, “Papa they’re here!”

Scout hears a pot bang in the kitchen followed by a choice curse word and stifles the giggle that tickles the back of her throat.

“Well, let them in Frankie!”

She herds Scout into the living room and then peeks back out into the growing darkness of the late May evening.

“Where’s uncle Jake?”

Scout swallows hard; fumbles around for something appropriate to say when Rooster appears from out of the kitchen, his cheeks flushed.

“Hi.” He breathes out.

“Hi,” Scout's gaze drifts to the youngster. “You look spectacular Frankie. If I’d known, I’d have brought my Buzz Lightyear costume.”

Her eyes widen in delight. “You have a Buzz Lightyear costume?”

Scout nods.

Rooster rests a large hand atop Frankie’s head. “We’re going through a bit of a Toy Story phase at the moment.” He too, cranes around in search of Jake. “You by yourself?”

Scout nods slowly. “Yeah, Jake couldn’t make it.” Their eyes meet then, and somehow Rooster understands everything without a single word being uttered between them. “But I made sure to stop by to drop these off for you.” She hands Frankie the jar of shells and turns towards the door.

“You’re not staying?” Frankie asks.

Scout doesn’t miss the disappointment in the little girl’s tone. She turns back. “I don’t want to be a bother…”

Rooster shakes his head adamantly. “You could never be a bother. Besides, we’re having Frankie’s favorite.”

“Pancakes!” Frankie squeals and makes a beeline for the kitchen.

Scout sighs happily. "How on earth can I say no, then?"

“It wasn’t supposed to be pancakes,” Frankie licks a glob of maple syrup off her finger. It had been twenty minutes since they’d sat down, with Frankie being the first to break the silence. “But papa had an accident with the steak.”

Scout’s gaze travels to the charred piece of meat in a cast-iron pan at the back of the stove and giggles.

“Thanks Frank.” Rooster rolls his eyes and reaches over to pinch the apple of her cheek, playfully.

Scout swallows her bite and shrugs. “I tend to prefer breakfast for dinner over steak anyway.”

“Me too.” Frankie agrees.

While she’s in the washroom, Scout watches Rooster push the last of the bacon from his plate onto hers. “You full already?”

Rooster shakes his head no with a small smile. “But Frankie loves the stuff and that’s enough for me.”

Scout doesn’t allow herself much time to reflect on the things she looks for in a significant other, but watching Rooster sacrifice the last of his dinner to appease his girl, she can’t help but feel endeared to him more.

As soon as the eggs and bacon and pancakes have been devoured, Frankie turns to Rooster and asks if she can grab the ice cream.

“Why don’t we wait a little bit? Scout might be a bit full of dinner still.”

Frankie falters in confusion. “Your name is Scout?”

Rooster’s cheeks redden and he scrambles to explain himself, but Scout gives her head a soft shake.

“It’s simple Frankie. When you and I are at school together, you need to call me Miss Wallis because I am your teacher. But when we’re like this- or, if you see me at the beach,” She throws a wink Rooster’s way. “You can call me Scout. Does that make any sense?”

Doubt clouds her beautiful green eyes, but she nods her head regardless.

“And I would love you to grab the ice cream. My dessert tube is far from full.”

Rooster watches her head for the basement and then promptly apologizes.

Scout waves it off. “Not at all. It was bound to happen at some point. I’ve just found that it’s best to be as honest with them as you can- as is appropriate.”

Rooster watches her and she feels naked under his gaze but it’s a vulnerability that she doesn’t immediately shy away from. She reckons she could get used to it; likes how it feels akin to standing under a warm shower, or letting sunshine warm your frozen bones on a cold day.

“You do well with her.” He concedes after a while.

Scout allows herself thirty seconds to remember the seedling that had once grown in her belly and smiles. “She’s a wonder, Rooster. Truly.”

“Papa, can you help me please?”

“I’ll be right there sweetheart,” Rooster pushes himself back from the table with a happy sigh. “Frankie has helped prepare a very special dessert this evening. We’ll be right back.”

Scout takes this opportunity to fully drink in the beautiful space around her. The kitchen opens onto the living room which is all whitewash and navy-blue accents. A pair of sliding glass doors lead out onto a half wraparound porch, where a rope swing bench hangs from the second story awning. Open windows give way to the calming staccato of waves crashing against a shore nearby, and she decides then that her favorite part of the house (minus her two dinner companions) may just be its proximity to the ocean. It is entirely charming in its coziness. From her spot at the table, Scout can see that most of the wall space in the living room is hung with pictures Rooster collected during his time in the Navy, and of different stages of Frankie’s life. Her, as a fresh and endearingly wrinkly newborn, next to one that shows him and a toddler Frankie next to his beloved plane. Beside that picture is one of Frankie and Maverick at her kindergarten graduation. A warmth that had felt foreign to her for so long settles in next to her heart and refuses to budge.

“Are you ready Scout?” Frankie’s lilting voice, brimming with excitement, knocks her from her reverie and makes her smile.

“I’m ready, Frankie. Your dad said you worked extra hard to put this dessert together.”

Frankie, suddenly unusually shy, nods her head.

“Alright Frank, you grab the ice cream.” Rooster gestures to the rapidly melting tub behind him and carries a steaming dish of apple crumble to the kitchen table. He tops her plate with a heaping spoonful of the crumble and two healthy scoops of vanilla bean ice cream.

Scout takes a bite and lets her eyes fall shut, savoring the slightly tart taste of the warm apples on her tongue. “This is delicious, Frankie. You did a fantastic job.”

Frankie’s lips turn up into a toothy grin. “Thank you.”

They finish their dessert in silence, and when it’s over, Frankie tugs on the sleeve of Rooster’s t-shirt and leans up to whisper something in his ear.

Rooster frowns. “Why don’t you ask her yourself, Frank?”

Frankie turns to Scout, her expression bashful. “Scout, can I show you my seashell collection?”

Scout passes a napkin over her mouth and nods emphatically. “I would love that, Frankie. Lead the way.”

The rest of the house is just as charming as the main floor, and Frankie’s room is somehow exactly how Scout would have imagined it would be. A white, wrought-iron bed sits beneath a powder blue mosquito net, the top of it crowned with twinkling fairy lights. Behind the bed, a large whimsical rainbow takes up most of the far wall, and a sneaking suspicion tells her that Rooster had something to do with it. A lamp in the corner of her room emits a soft yellow glow, and an array of random wooden furniture takes up the rest of the quaint space. Frankie cradles her jar and points to a blue, paint-chipped shelf beside her bed.

“Mav made that shelf for me for my shells.”

Scout walks the short distance to the shelf in which she’s referring to and drops to her knees in awe. She’s sure Rooster had a hand in helping her organize everything, but even still, her collection is immaculate. There must be over a hundred shells on display- some ranging from the size of a quarter to some the size of a dessert plate.

“These are incredible, Frankie.”

The little girl carefully unscrews the lid on the jar and begins to add them to her collection, ranging in size and color.

“Thank you for helping me, Scout.”

Scout swallows back the sudden tide of emotion and smiles. “It was my pleasure, Frankie.”

“Do you have a favorite one?” she asks.

Scout sighs. They’re all so beautiful. After a while, she points to a small red starfish. “I think that one.”

Frankie grins. “That one’s my favorite too. It always reminds me of Patrick, from Spongebob.”

She’s not sure how long they spend huddled in front of the myriad of shells, but Scout reckons she could listen to Frankie talk about them for the rest of her days and never grow tired of it. A knock at her bedroom door pushes her from her daydream. She glances up to meet Rooster’s gaze, his head leans against the door frame.

“Hi.” Scout smiles.

“Hi you two.”

“Come look at the ones I added, Papa.” Frankie insists.

Rooster pushes himself from the frame and crosses the short distance to where they’re crouched down, planting his hands on her shoulders and leaning in to take stock of the priceless new additions. “You’ve outdone yourself this time, Frank.” He murmurs after a few moments. “But I regret to inform you that it’s time for bed.”

Scout doesn’t miss the exasperated groan that emanates from Frankie.

“Just a little longer, Papa?”

Rooster laughs. “It’s already past your bedtime, sweetheart.”  

Scout rises from her crouched position and places a hand atop Frankie’s head. “Goodnight my friend. Thank you for showing me your wondrous collection.” A thought crosses her mind. “When we do our last show-and-tell before year end, why don’t you bring some of your shells in? I’m sure the other kids would love to see some of them.”

Frankie’s eyes light up. “I would love to!”

Scout grins. “It’s a deal, then. Goodnight Frankie- and sweet dreams.”

She wanders back downstairs, not entirely sure if she should stay. She figures the least she can do is wait to say goodbye to Rooster. A picture on the mantle above the fireplace catches her attention. It depicts a very young Maverick, with his arm wrapped around someone who bears an uncanny resemblance to Rooster. Scout studies the photo; the smiles of the young men speak volumes of excitement and adventure, of youth, and the ability to believe that they would be safe in anything they set their hearts on. Rooster joins her then.

“Is this your father?” she asks, though she reckons she already knows the answer.

Rooster nods before clearing his throat. “Yeah, that’s him.”

Scout smiles. “He looks like you.”

Rooster shifts from foot to foot, as if crafting his next words with care. “I never really thought so, but my mother was adamant that he and I were cut from the same cloth.” He hooks a thumb over his shoulder. “Would you like to stay for a drink?”

Scout wants to say no. She wants to thank him for dinner, and for the companionship that he and Frankie had gifted her this evening, but she just can’t shake the feeling that she’s supposed to be here.

“Yeah, I would.”

“Is there anything you’d like? I’ve got wine, beer, whisky…”

Scout shrugs. “I’m easy. Surprise me.”

Rooster smiles and nods his head. “Alright. I’ll fix us something if you want to find a seat on the porch.”

She does as she’s told and settles onto the swing, reveling in the sound of the ocean nearby. Rooster joins her a little while later, offering her a tumbler of whisky which she gladly accepts. He takes a seat at the opposite end of the bench and raises his drink to her.

“I’m sorry to hear about you and Jake.”

She snorts around the rim of her glass, takes a sip, and shakes her head. “No, you’re not.”

Rooster’s expression is suddenly sheepish. “You’re right. I’m not.”

They’re silent for a moment, Scout already feeling the whisky warming in her belly, causing her cheeks to flame and a flush to start at the base of her throat.

“Can I ask you a question?”

Rooster gazes at her, his expression unreadable, and nods his head. “Anything.”

“Frankie’s mother, what’s the story there?”

A puff of air escapes his parted lips as if he’d been holding it all in. “Not much of a story at all, really. She, uh, left when Frankie was about a year old.”

Scout can barely fathom it.

“Her and I were young when we met. We figured that marriage and children were the next obvious steps, so we took them together and when life got real, she hit the road.” Rooster takes a deep sip and continues. “She tries to get a hold of Frankie every now and then. Always spews some bullshit about coming to visit her, but she never manages to materialize. Fortunately, Frankie and I do alright on our own.”

“You do better than alright, Rooster.” Scout murmurs.

“How about you?” He asks. “You ever been married?”

Scout hesitates before nodding her head. “Yeah, actually. I was married for five years before he passed away.”

It sometimes still feels surreal to her when she says it out loud. That someone could be so close to her for so long and mean so much to her, and then gone at the blink of an eye, keeps her up most nights.

Rooster’s face drops. “I’m so sorry, Scout.”

She swallows back the building emotion and offers a half-shrug. “It’s one of the costs of flying fighter planes for a living, isn’t it?”

Rooster’s eyebrows raise in surprise. “Your husband flew planes?”

“There’s a reason I told you I didn’t date men in the military.” she simpers.

They’re silent for a while, the only noise between them the calming sound of waves against sand.

“You’re lucky you live so close to the ocean.”

Rooster smiles, but there’s pain in the depths of his burnt-honey orbs. “My old man perished over the ocean in 1986, so I think I did it to feel closer to him.”

And Scout, maybe more than anyone, understands that completely.

“It’s fucked up, isn’t it?” He muses.

Scout shakes her head. “There’s no right or wrong way to grieve, Rooster. You do what you can.”

It is not lost on her how perfect this night has been, but she knows her time to go is fast approaching. She tips back the rest of her drink, favoring the way it scorches the delicate lining of her throat as it goes down and gets up from her spot on the swing.

“I shared more of myself with you tonight than I have with anyone in a long time.”

Rooster gazes at her. “I'm honored.”

“It’s time for me to go, though. I wanted to thank you for this evening, it was wonderful.”

“It was a pleasure to have you join us, truly.” Rooster follows her to the front door and leans on the frame for support. “I want to take you out, Scout.”

And there it is again. No bullshit. A man who tells her exactly what he wants, and it causes butterflies to take flight in her belly. She thinks of Beau and Jake, and the hell of it all is that she likes Rooster. God, she likes him so much. So she says the only thing that she can think of in that moment, and then regrets it immediately.

“I want to be friends, Rooster.”

And there’s so much more that she could say to him. I want to be friends to get to know you. I want to be friends before I scare you off. I want to be friends before we get in too deep. But the right words fizzle and fade before she can voice them.

Rooster walks her out to her car. He hasn’t said anything in the wake of her admission, and she wonders if she's already fucked everything up. But then he simply tells her, “I’ll take what I can get, Scout. Frankie and I aren’t going anywhere.”

And despite everything, she believes him.

[marsbutterfly]

Hello dear ! Can I request an Imagine where Hanji and her girlfriend get married ? They both decided to get married before the battle of Shiganshina because they were afraid of not coming back alive (they came back alive) . The ceremony is very beautiful and joyful and since reader no longer has a family, Erwin offers to accompany her to the altar.

(I have this personal headcanon that whenever a member of the scouts is getting married, Historia will always be the one who celebrate this union)

(I'm the one who send you a message about a cute imagine with Hanji)

Take care ❤

I Hear A Symphony

Summary: Previous to the mission to retake Shiganshina, you decide to tie the knot with Hanji before it's too late.

Wattpad! | AO3! | |◁ II ▷|

Warnings: None.

As you sit through this meeting, Commander Erwin’s voice goes in through one ear and leaves out the other. Your mind wanders away to the soft hand touching yours underneath the table.

Your heart palpitates as Hanji’s fingertips softly brush against your skin. It’s a feeling you’ve known all too well but still haven’t gotten used to. She traces your veins without taking her eyes off of the whiteboard sitting ahead of you.

Trying to focus on the blonde man’s words, the only sentence you can pay attention to is "The mission to retake Wall Maria will succeed". But the excitement that courses through your veins isn’t from that but rather from the event that will take place later that day.

You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down but you can feel the warmth spreading across your cheeks.

“That’s all for today.” The tall man standing in front of everyone says, focusing his eyes on the massive pile of papers standing in front of him.

Sadly but quickly, you remove Hanji’s hand from yours, a sad expression taking over her features. Trying to cheer her up, you flash her a bright smile and gently hand her a half-opened book, a small piece of paper marking a specific page.

“I’ll see you later!”

Before she has time to respond, a hand grabs your wrist and drags you towards the other side of the now mostly empty room.

The man standing in front of you seems nervous for the first time since you’ve met him, his hand has a subtle tremble to it and you smirk, looking down at your feet while gathering up the courage to ask him for a favor.

“Commander, would you...” You ask, tilting your head slightly to the right. He raises his hand as a sign of interruption and takes a deep breath while shyly looking around the room, making sure no one can hear him.

“Y/N, would you give me the honor of accompanying you down the aisle today?” He says, taking one of your hands on his. The smile on his face is genuine and you can’t help but smile in return.

“Of course. Other than Hanji, you are the closest thing to family I have left.” You reply and you feel as his long arm wraps around your body. Your head rests on his chest and your arms are wrapped around his shoulders. “We grew up together, Erwin.”

“You used to collect butterflies.” He says, his hand playing with your hair and you snort.

“And you used to wear that stupid vest.” You reply and he laughs, a contagious sound that brings out a laughter of your own.

A knock on the door breaks you away from the moment and you look around to find a very nervous Moblit holding a clipboard close to his chest as if his life depended on it. He looks at the clock resting above the mantle.

“Y/N, you need to come with me so you can start getting ready,” Moblit says, sweat dripping down his forehead as he looks at the clock once again.

Erwin’s arm falls to the side of his body, letting you go in the process. He tilts his head towards the door signaling that it is time for you to leave. You plant one kiss on his cheek as a token of your appreciation and Moblit quickly takes your hand, dragging you out of the room.

“Moblit, you don’t need to grab me so tightly.” You say, trying to get him out of the zone he currently is in, “I won’t run away”

He shakes his head, finally releasing your arm and you gently massage the harmed area. Alongside the nervousness in his eyes, there is now a hint of concern and you can tell his intention was not to hurt you, on your wedding day much less.

“I’m sorry, I just have to make sure everything is perfect today.” He says and before you have time to respond, a soldier walks in between the two of you. His actions show you how apologetic he is so you decide not to say anything.

“Sir, the flowers are ready but Sasha keeps trying to steal the food from the buffet.” The soldier says and Moblit sighs while pinching the bridge of his nose. While he deals with the situation, you feel yet another hand pulling you but in a much gentler manner this time.

You don’t have time to complain. The sweet perfume of the figure ahead of you lets you know exactly who they are and you can’t help but smile. It had been months since the last time you had seen Historia and spending time with her had always been one of your favorite things.

“Your Majesty, what are you doing here?” You ask quietly, not wanting to give away her location in case she had sneaked past her guards yet again. “Shouldn’t you be at the church getting the blessed cloth?”

“It’s all ready for the ceremony!” She says, the excitement in her voice is undeniable but still so quiet. “I just had to come and see how you are doing today.”

“Nervous but in a good way.” You say, a smile on your face, and she giggles, wrapping her small arms around your torso.

“I can’t wait to officiate your wedding!” She exclaims, a few excited jumps following closely behind, “You are the first of my friends to get married. I am so happy for you!”

“I know, I love Hanji and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my days with her.” You claim, a hint of sadness present in your voice, “Even if it won’t be for much longer.”

“Stop it! You both will come back and Shiganshina will be saved thanks to all of your efforts.” She replies, nuzzling her face against your breasts in a caring manner.

Your conversation is, unfortunately, cut short when a very concerned Levi knocks on the door. He is under the impression that Hanji is the one you are talking to and kicks down the wooden surface, a bath scrub in his hand while a cap covers his hair.

“Where is your fiancee?” He asks, looking at you dead in the eye. A chill travels down your spine and you shrug your shoulders, unable to provide him with an answer. It takes a second but he finally believes you and resumes his search elsewhere.

By the time he is gone, a guard has caught on that Historia is missing and begins to scream her name around the castle causing her to immediately run away giggling, the amusement she feels is undeniable.

You take a deep breath, finally being able to make your way towards the area where your makeup would be applied. The artist awaits for you patiently and you shoot her a smile, silently thanking her for her time.

“Are you ready?” She asks as you are sitting down and so you nod.

The gentleness of the brushes against your skin is nearly enough to lull you to sleep but the anxiety you are feeling is much greater. You close your eyes, allowing her to work on your eyelids with a gentle pink shadow.

Her strokes are precise yet delicate much like the claps of a butterfly’s wings. The artificial blush spreads across your cheek giving your already beautiful skin a much more elegant look.

Once she is ready to apply the lipstick, you open your eyes and finally see yourself in the mirror. You can’t contain the smile that comes out and you gently begin to analyze every feature on your face, delighted with the result.

“And you’re done!” She says and you thank her for her time.

When the makeup artist leaves, another woman enters the room: the hairstylist. When she asks for what you would like, a blank canvas comes to your mind and nothing comes out so instead, you ask her to surprise you.

She decides to not do anything too adventurous so she simply braids your hair, a simple yet elegant hairstyle perfect for your wedding day. And the best part is that the veil would fit perfectly.

You thank her for the time she has spent with you and she exits the room, leaving you all alone with your thoughts.

This is it. The big day you have been dreaming about since you were little and the best part is that, from now on, you will be able to share your life with the person you have loved since you became a part of the Cadet Corps.

Before you have to get into your dress, you make a very important decision.

"I want to go see Hanji!" you say to yourself, glancing out of the window. It takes you a few seconds to realize that you are alone and can come and go as you please. A smile appears on your face as you get out of the chair, excitement rushing through your veins as you hear your shoes touching the floor.

Before you can make it to the room where she is, a pair of hands drags you back to your chamber, “It’s bad luck to see each other so close to the ceremony. I’m sorry but you’ll have to stay here.”

You frown, crossing your arms much like a child throwing a tantrum but all your behavior does is earn an honest laugh from Mikasa. “You’ll see each other in less than an hour, it’s time to put your dress on.”

Tightly, you clutch your hands shut in an attempt to stop them from shaking. Your mouth is suddenly as dry as a desert while the soft cloth of the dress makes its way past your torso, slowly sliding down to its designated place.

The white silk fits you perfectly and you feel like bursting into tears but decide against it when you realize it would ruin your makeup. One glance in the mirror was enough to let you know that this is the dress of your dreams.

“You look perfect!” Sasha says, her mouth stuffed with a potato Moblit gave her to keep her away from the buffet table.

“Now all that is left is the veil,” Eren says, slowly placing it on your head. You smile at them, tears shining brightly in your eyes.

Mikasa hands you a red bouquet, a few of the petals gently fall against your hand towards the ground, forming a path through the places you walk past.

One after the other, the younger soldiers make their way towards Queen Historia before taking their designated spots for the ceremony and that is when your eyes land on her.

She has a white suit on with a red tie matching the flowers in your hands. Her hair is in a high ponytail and it looks clean, giving you the impression that Levi successfully managed to bathe her.

Your heart beats at 100 mph and you feel like it is going to come right up your throat. Your nerves are only soothed when Erwin’s hand touches your shoulder, he presents you his right arm and you happily take it.

It’s time to walk down the aisle.

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"Do you know what time it is?" you face her with a bright smile hoping she would catch on and realize what you have in mind.

"Around 21:47" She replies and you frown at her, realizing she has not caught on to what you were hoping for. “We have another important day tomorrow, you should go to sleep.”

"Ok first of all, how do you know that, you don't even have a watch." you shake your head at her, making your way towards the chair she's sitting on. Your cold hand touches the warm skin on her chin, her eyes meeting yours as you continue to flash her an even brighter smile,

“Second of all?” She asks.

"Second of all, you should come to bed with me, staying up so late is not good for you, you might run into... Levi." you whisper his name as if it was forbidden, her laugh fills your ears as she puts her papers down.

"You have a point there, Y/N. So, what time is it?"

"It's cuddle time with your wife!” You reply and Hanji nods, picking you up in her arms while taking you towards the bed.

The very next day, the Battle For Shiganshina began. Many lives were lost: Moblit, Erwin, nearly every single recruit. Levi had been stuck in his office since returning, he plans on going back there and recovering Erwin’s remains, hoping to put him to rest next to his father.

Hanji, who barely bathed, has completely stopped taking care of herself. The nightmares have gotten out of hand to the point where she needs to be strapped down to the bed so she won’t be able to move during the night.

You constantly look back at the ceremony, how all of your friends came together to celebrate your decision to join your life with Hanji or how the Queen’s words truly touched every person present.

Being faithful to your vows, you take care of her. Day and night you stay by her side, making sure to let her know you aren’t going anywhere.

[mrpenguinpants]

Razor: General HCs

TUMBLR. WHAT. DO. YOU. WANT. FROM. ME. I’m just trying to write ;-; what is this attack. This is the last time I’m calling you out. 

💕Damn, you just stole my heart. You want me to write you something you just need to call me love and I’m instantly heart eyes. I love Xiao and everything but Razor is best boy and I’m so glad he came home. My favourite character to play btw. I would do anything for Xiao but I would murder for Razor. I’m not sure what HCs you wanted so I made some general HCs. If not just shoot me another ask. You’re free to think of these as relationship HCs too.

Semi Part 2: Pre-Relationship HCs

Semi Part 3: Cuddle HCs

Semi Part 4: Jealous HCs

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Razor: General HCs

You got lost and found yourself in Wolfendom. You just wanted to collect some wolfhook’s but never expected so many Hilichurls to be there. You knew how to do some basic fighting but when a Mitachurl appeared you booked it out of there. You did your best to escape but they were persistent and you didn’t have the stamina. That was until a white haired man jumped above you and killed the remaining enemies.

He said the wind turned sour but now that you were safe, it smelled sweet. That you smelled kind. That was your first meeting with Razor. From then you visited Wolfendom to meet with the mysterious man that saved your life.

It started off small. You wanted to return the favour so he said you could help him hunt for food. You didn’t have Razor’s speed or the ability to run through Woldendom like he could, but you did know how to use a bow and set traps. It then evolved into small competitions between you two to see who was the better hunter which Razor usually won. The first time you managed to beat him he declared you were now his Lupical.

He does his best to remember your name. He never understood why the names of things were important in the first place but he doesn’t want to forget you. You’re his Lupical now. He’s made friend’s with people that looked similar to him but he hasn’t seen them in a long time. It makes him sad so he does his best to at least try and remember you.

If you’re cold he’ll offer you his coat and snuggle up to you. He doesn’t understand why you’re so flustered. How are you making your face red? Are you sick? This prompts him to press himself closer to you even when you tell him you’re fine. His world is a simple one, when he’s cold he sleeps next to his wolf family. Did you not consider him your family? He almost looks like a kicked puppy and it shakes you with guilt so you give in.

He’s amazed at how soft you are in your own way. His hands have been rough and callous from running and climbing around Wolfendom for so long. He doesn’t have fur like a wolf and he doesn’t come into contact with humans very often so he’s never been able to compare. It makes you pink when he links your hands together or when he hold’s your face and gazes at you amazed.

Razor looks forward to the next time he can see you. You both run with the wind together, huddle away when it rains, and watch the stars when it’s night. He feels like he’s back to being a wolf pup again. His family is important to him but he knows he’s not a wolf. That fact has never bothered him before, but this sense of belonging bubbles within him when he’s with you. You both run on two legs, you both don’t have fur that get’s soaked by the rain, and you both see stars with the same eyes.

You’ve never seen Razor’s family. He says that they don’t trust you but it’s ok, just give them some time and they’ll see you’re like them. You ask him if he has any other family or friends to which he shows you a wooden box. It contains his most treasured possession, gifts from his friends that he no longer sees anymore, and reminisces with you. Explaining where each gift is from and who these people were to him.

You ask if he would like a gift from you to which he says no. He doesn’t want something to remember you by unless it’s you yourself. He doesn’t realize the implication of his words but it makes you flush and nod along.

“Lupical!” Razor called out as he ran forward to greet a small wolf pup. You stood off to the side far away from the exchange as the small pup nipped at his face. You had never met Razor’s family before. You’ve only heard them howl when he needed to be home but after he had shown you his box, you’ve managed to catch small glimpses of them. You’ve never managed to get a good look because every time you’ve made eye contact with one of them, you’ve dropped your gaze and returned to Razor’s side.

“She is my lupical. Safe.” Razor frowns and you watch as they slowly drop their guard and their bodies relax. You switched your gaze from Razor, to the pup, and back to Razor. He caught on to what you were thinking and slowly motioned you to come towards him.

“It’s ok. You lupical now,” he says as he pulls your hand to sit next to him. He pulls your hand closer to the pup whose staring up at you. Would it be disrespectful if you petted her? They weren’t pets and you didn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of Razor. Would the mother even let you get close?

“Oh, she’s really soft” you remarked as the pup gently nudges your hand. You gently ran your hand through the soft fur. There were a couple stray dogs in Mondstadt that would sometimes let you pet them if you offered them a treat but her fur was so soft it felt like you were running your hands through clouds.

“Yes. Lupical soft. Fur protect from cold,” Razor said as he sat down beside you smiling softly as he joined you. He watched as your amazement slowly overtook you and he felt a small itching in his chest. Unaware of the shift in Razor’s attitude he suddenly nudges you with his head. You tilt your head in confusion as he stares at you with his kicked puppy face.

“Um...Razor?” you ask, did you already do something wrong?

“Same. Do same to me” he said as he bent his head down waiting patiently. You sputtered and felt embarrassment flood your system. Your vaguely waved your hands around not sure what to do with them before stiffly tapping him on the head gently.

“Oh wow...” you marveled as your hand relaxed and settled as you ran your fingers through his hair. You had always thought it would be a bit rough since he was always outside, but as you played with his tuff of hair that almost looked like a wolf ear, it really was quite nice.

“Ah, sorry I got a bit carried away. But your hair is really soft too, it’s pretty similar to hers,” you smiled as you lowered your hand and returned your attention to the pup. Maybe you could get away with playing with his hair more if you said he had a leaf stuck between the strands?

“It’s ok,” Razor muttered as he shied away, pulling his hood on a little closer to his face so you wouldn’t notice his pink cheeks, “Anytime. You can do. If you want.”.  

[sabxism]

Never Have I Ever

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader

Word count: 2k

Warnings: none besides Rose and Finn being conspiratorial little shits

Summary: You've always been too nervous to tell Poe how you feel. A night out after the end of the war may change that.

It feels surreal, to put it simply. It’s over. It’s finally over. For years, you’ve known nothing but chaos and panic and uncertainty. But now, you can leave all of it in the past. Palpatine’s gone. The war’s over.

Leaping from your x-wing, you spot Poe across the tarmac. He locks eyes with you, breaking into a huge, beaming grin. You sprint towards him, sporting an equally bright expression. He holds out his arms, and you leap into them. He spins around as you bury your face in his neck, laughing. He sets you down, placing his hands on your upper arms.

“We did it,” he breathes, and you nod in disbelief.

“We did it,” you repeat, still smiling. You’re about to compliment a particular barrel roll he’d pulled off earlier when Finn comes barreling over, wrapping him in a bear hug. You smile, walking away to grab some water and allow Poe some time with his friend.

He watches your retreating form with a faint smile, content with the universe for the first time in years. Finn looks at him with a knowing expression and nudges him with his elbow. Poe snaps his head around, cheeks flushed.

“You should tell her,” he says, and Poe’s eyes widen.

“No way,” he replies, carding a hand through his hair. “What if I fuck everything up?” Finn rolls his eyes.

“Poe, I love you, but you’re the most oblivious man I’ve ever met.” This earns him a shocked expression from the older man, and he laughs. “Trust me. Just tell her.” Poe opens his mouth to object, but loses what he was going to say as Rey walks up and wraps him and Finn in a hug.

You watch as the three embrace, smiling. You’re so proud of Poe your chest could burst. He’d handled that last battle with the grace and strategy you’ve seen in him time and time again. You hear footsteps headed your way and glance up, to find Rose standing next to you.

“Hey,” she says quietly, and you scooch to the left a bit to give her space to sit, patting the bench next to you. “It’s crazy, huh?”

“Yeah,” is all you can manage, but you can tell that she understands the magnitude of emotions contained in your reply. No words could encapsulate the feeling of joy and relief flowing through you.

“I heard Poe did some pretty amazing flying out there.”

You grin, nodding. “He really did. Per the usual, of course.” Smiling, she takes in the look of admiration on your face.

“You like him.” Not a question, just a statement. An observation. You look at her slowly and nod.

“I do,” you say, taking a sip of water from the canteen in your hand.

“He likes you, I think. From what Finn’s told me.” You splutter, choking on your drink.

“What?” you exclaim, face turning red as a tomato as you cough. She laughs loudly, and you shoot her a death glare. “If you’re pulling my leg I swear-”

“I’m not, I promise.”

Narrowing your eyes, you swallow another mouthful of water. “What exactly has Finn told you?”

“He’s caught Poe staring at you too many times to count, that damn idiot never shuts up about you, and once Rey saw him fiddling with his mom’s ring behind his back while talking to you,” she lists, ticking off the instances on her fingers.

“That doesn’t mean he likes me,” you point out, and Rose sighs. Ignoring her, you continue. “He could’ve just been spacing out, we’re friends, so he’s bound to talk about me, and he just has a thing about not being able to sit still. Those are just...normal Poe things.”

“What are?”

You whip your head around, to see him standing right behind you. Of course.

“Nothing,” you reply calmly, glowering at Rose as she tries to contain her laughter. “Just talking about that maneuver you did earlier. Very impressive.” He grins, clapping you on the shoulder.

“Thanks,” he laughs. “Anyways, we’re headed out to celebrate-” he gestures to Finn, Rey, and his squadron. “-would you guys wanna come?”

Rose nods excitedly, and you do the same. “Sounds awesome.”

The music in the bar pounds in your ears. Normally, you hate crowded, public settings like this - they stress you out. However, you decide to make a special exception for tonight. After all, you just saved the fucking galaxy.

Poe, expectedly, makes a beeline for the bar with Jess. They order several rounds of shots and bring the drinks back to the table the rest of you are sitting at. He slides into his spot next to you, his thigh brushing against yours.

“Ok,” he says loudly, so your group can hear him over the clamor of the establishment. “Never have I ever - pretty simple,” he adds when Rey shoots him a look of confusion. “We’ll go around the table. Someone will say something. If you’ve done what they say, you take a shot. Snap, you go first.”

“Ok, uh, never have I ever gone on a supply run hungover,” he replies, grinning. Poe groans, taking a shot. You gasp as Finn does, too.

“No!” you say, aghast.

“It was one time!” he shouts in defense of himself, and Rey chuckles.

“He threw up within the hour,” Rose says, and you snicker. Finn kicks the mechanic under the table.

“Alright, settle down,” Jess says, clearing her throat. She shoots a pointed glance at Karé. “Never have I ever flirted with a superior officer to get a different assignment.” The woman sighs, pouring liquor into her mouth. Blushing, you do the same. Poe gapes at you.

“You’re kidding me.”

“It wasn’t here,” you admit. “Navy stuff.” Snap laughs as he recalls the event you’re talking about. “I was about to get assigned janitorial duty for the seventh week in a row, so I insinuated some very...” you pause, grinning. “inappropriate things to my commander. He put me on guard duty on the bridge instead.”

A strange feeling flares in Poe’s chest as you and the others laugh about how flustered the officer had gotten, and his knuckles turn white as he clenches the table. You discreetly nudge his leg with your knee.

“You okay?” you ask quietly, and any jealousy he’s feeling melts away as he takes in the concern in your eyes.

“Yeah,” he nods. You smile.

“Cool.”

“Okay, okay,” Karé laughs, shooting a death glare at Jess. “Rose. Your turn.” She smiles conspiratorily at Finn, who nods at her, before glancing at you briefly. You send a befuddled look towards Rey, who simply shakes her head, shrugging.

You have a bad feeling about this.

“Never have I ever…” she trails off, scratching her chin animatedly. “Had a crush on a close friend.”

Your stomach drops. Rose giggles as she feels you tense up beside her.

“Fuck you,” you say, throwing back a shot. A barrage of gasps sounds from your friends. “Oh, grow up,” you laugh, and Finn chuckles. You glare at him, and he raises his hands in surrender. Slowly, Poe leans forward, grabs a shot, and knocks it back. You barely constrain your shock.

“Oh my gods WHO?” Karé squeals, clapping her hands together.

“That’s not part of the game,” Poe quips, offering her a smug expression. She turns hopefully to you, and you laugh.

“No way,” you say, shaking your head. She sticks her bottom lip out in a pout, before letting her mouth fall open.

“Is it someone here?” she asks breathlessly. You clear your throat, face heating.

“I’m gonna go get some fresh air,” you murmur, slipping out of the booth. Karé and Jess boo loudly at your excuse, but you just flip them off as you head outside.

A light breeze tangles its fingers in your hair and tugs at your shirt, small ripples moving along the fabric. You take a seat on a nearby bench, bringing your legs up and crossing them over each other. Fiddling with a loose thread on your sleeve, you glance upwards. The sky above is littered with small pinpricks of light, twinkling back at you.

A creaking noise sounds to your right, and you look back, to see the door to the bar open. You watch as Poe walks through it, puffing his top lip out and shoving his hands in his pockets. He glances in your direction. You offer him a small wave, which he returns, making his way over to where you sit.

“May I?” he asks, and you nod, turning your gaze upwards once more. He does the same, laying an arm across the back of the bench.

“I wonder how many of those we’ve flown by,” he wonders aloud, motioning to the countless stars and planets above you.

“Probably lots. We really went all over, huh?” He smiles, nodding. You stand, walking to the gate in front of the bar and leaning on it. Poe follows suit, bracing his forearms behind him as he leans back.

“Look, it’s stupid of me to ask, and you don’t have to answer, but...who was it?” You turn your head toward him, puzzled. He nods to the bar. “The game. That last question.” You scoot closer to him, leaning your head on his shoulder. The familiar gesture makes him smile.

“Eh, you don’t wanna know,” you say, and he chuckles.

“Oh, but I do.” You laugh. There’s a moment of silence (not uncomfortable - it never is with Poe) as you figure out how to word your next statement.

“It’s a bit complicated,” you admit, and he turns his head to look down at you.

“Oh?”

“I really like this person, but I also love how close I am with them right now. I’m worried that if they know, that…” you trail off, worried that voicing your concerns will bring them to fruition.

“That everything will change,” Poe finishes quietly. You swallow nervously. “That you could lose them, and you don’t know-” he takes a deep breath “-you don’t know what you would do if that happened.” You turn to face him as he leans up to stand straight, heart pounding in your chest so loud you swear he can hear it. His eyes flit down to your lips momentarily, and your breath hitches.

“Poe,” you say, barely above a whisper. His eyes lock onto yours, and you bite the inside of your cheek.

You open your mouth to continue, but your words die in your throat as he takes your face in his hands. Your whole body goes rigid, and he notices, starting to pull away. Panicking, you place your hands over his, silently reassuring him that it’s ok. He smiles softly, and your cheeks warm.

“Can I kiss you?” he murmurs, and you nod, heart racing. He brings his mouth down to yours tentatively, nose brushing against yours. You smile against his lips, bringing a hand up and burying it in his curls. He fits his hands to your waist, thumb gently brushing over your side. His lips taste like the tequila you’d both taken shots of in the bar, and it’s sweet on your tongue, reminding you of the nectar from the sapflowers back home on Naboo.

The two of you break apart, hot breaths mingling in the small space between you.

“You have no idea,” he murmurs, smile as bright as a thousand suns, “how long I’ve wanted to do that.” His grin widens as you grow flustered, mouth twisting into a small smile.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner,” you say, eyebrows furrowing together. “I didn’t want to mess everything up, and there just wasn’t a good-”

“Hey,” he says gently, taking your hand. “It’s ok, you have nothing to be sorry for.” You smile.

“I really like you,” you say, and he laughs warmly, bringing a hand to your cheek.

“I really like you, too,” he responds, and you lean into the touch. “We should probably head back in, or they’re gonna think we abandoned ship.”

“Sounds like a plan,” you say.

Nobody says anything if they notice how you and Poe hold hands for the rest of the night, sitting closer than you usually do, talking only to each other.

It seems natural, if anything. Like it’s always been that way. Like it’s how it should be.

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[theright-sideofme]

Mate. C. San. [Part 3. Final]

Werewolf!san x fem!reader WC: 2.4k Warnings: Fighting, mentions of blood and injuries, let me know if there's anything else

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“We’re looking for Lord Y/l/n’s daughter, Lady Y/n. You wouldn’t happen to know where she is, would you?”

San could feel his heart beating out of his chest as he listened to the general speak. He spoke as if he already knew the answer, an unnerving smile resting on his lips as he stared down Hongjoong. He couldn’t stop his mind from wandering to all the worst scenarios if they found you. He wouldn’t let them take you… but he also couldn’t let his pack die.

While San was lost in his head Hongjoong had let the general in, all his men already split up and searching the house. The general never liked Hongjoong, or the rest of the pack for that matter, he often tried to pin crimes on them, which never worked. Hongjoong appeared to be unbothered, clueless even to whatever the general would say, which was irritating the older man greatly.

“It's clear here” one of the general's men whispered in the general's ear. Hongjoong let a small smirk take place on his lips and the general couldn’t take it. “Check again” was all he said, his eyes never leaving Hongjoong.

Meanwhile, you sat up in the attic too afraid to even breathe too loudly. While you didn’t want to go back home, you weren’t scared for yourself. You were scared for the boys. You had grown rather close with all of them and you would never forgive yourself if something happened to them because of you. After all, you couldn't let your mate and his pack die. Yes, you knew. San wasn’t as good at hiding it as he thought. You just hoped you could get through this unscaved so you could finally sit down and talk to him about it.

“Hey San, what’s a mate?” San’s eyes bugged out of his head, looking at you as if you had grown two heads. “What?” “I overheard the other boys talking about meeting their mates? What’s a mate?” San let out a shaky sigh as he wracked his brain on how to tell you without giving away too much. He wasn’t ready to tell you yet, he wanted you to have time to adjust to life with them and not feel pressured into anything.

“Well-” he started, turning to face you a bit more, “- a mate is a very special person to a werewolf” “Special how?” San looked over at you and saw nothing but genuine curiosity and he could help but smile. He remembered when you first got here and thought that werewolves turned every full moon. You were so eager to learn everything about werewolves when you found out everything you knew was false. You were so willing to learn and shockingly accepting about it all. It left San wondering how he got so lucky as to have you as a mate.

“A mate is the person destined for a wolf. When wolves find their mate they get super protective-”

“Y/n get down from there!”

“-and sometimes even possessive.”

San watched with a scowl on his face as Mingi and you sat next to each other, giggling to yourselves. You could’ve swore you heard him growl.

“But all they want is their mate to be happy and safe.” You watched as San looked down at you with a soft and warm smile and a look in his eyes so full of love it was overwhelming. “Is a werewolf’s mate another wolf?” Please say no, you thought to yourself. “They can be, but a wolf's mates can be pretty much anyone, it’s all up to fate.” San watched as you let out a heavy breath, and for a second he thought he said too much, he was about to say something to cover it up but when he saw you smile up at him, all words died out in his throat.

“Thanks for explaining this to me” “no problem. I’m always here to answer your questions. Nodding, you stood up from the couch, placing a quick peck to his cheek before skipping out. You were San’s mate, you thought excitedly to yourself.

San on the other hand sat on the couch in shock. He lifted his hand to the cheek you had just kissed. A goofy smile took over his face as he felt an overwhelming giddiness take over. Seonghwa and Yunho walked in right as San let out a few giggles. The two looked at each other questioningly before turning to the younger boy. “What happened to you” “Y/n kissed my cheek!”

“Where does this lead?” San’s head snapped to the officer who was standing directly under the hatch to the attic. Yunho placed his hand on San’s back when he saw him tensing up, trying to wordlessly calm him down. They all knew how bad it would be for all of you if they found you here.

“Attic” Hongjoong stated simply, still seeming indifference but the boys could smell his worry slowly getting worse. “Open it” the general commanded his man. San could only hold his breath and pray you found a good hiding spot. God knows what he would do if they found you.

A few seconds after the man got up there, crashes could be heard from underneath as he threw things around to look for you. You held your breath and shut your eyes, praying that you would just become invisible. If they found you, it was over, there was nothing you or the boys could do. Your heartbeat started beating faster and faster as you heard the man getting close, so close that you swore he could hear your heartbeat too.

Just as you felt the box above you rumble, you thought that this was it and you were bombarded with a painful amount of guilt. If you hadn’t run away, the boys wouldn’t have to deal with their lives being in danger right now. Suddenly, the rumbling stopped, the silence being followed by an annoyed huff. “Nothing up here” the man called out and you heard his footsteps gradually get further away from you. You waited until you heard the hatch close until you let out your sigh of relief. “Hello my Lady” damn it! You knew it was too easy. As soon as the breath left your lips the box above you was lifted and you were met with the cold eyes of the general.

“Let go of me!” San immediately ran towards the attic when he heard you struggling, the boys quickly following behind. The sight San was met with had him seeing red. There you were, struggling in the general's arms as he held you tightly against him with a sick smile on his face. The more you struggled, the tighter his grip got, which just made it harder for you to escape. San couldn’t think straight at that moment, nearly shifting to tear the general to shreds, but Seonghwa, who was quick to sense San’s anger, quickly pulled him back. Seonghwa stood in front of San’s line of sight, making sure he couldn’t see you or the general. “Let me go” San growled lowly, not being able to control his anger much more. Seonghwa didn’t budge.

You were still struggling against the general and the pack watch, conflicted as to what they could do without hurting you. Watching on with sympathetic looks as their internal conflict tore them apart. When you saw them your eyes widened and you stopped struggling. “What are you doing, get out of here!” you yelled at them, knowing that once they had you secured, they would be quick to arrest them and set the earliest date to have them executed.

None of them budged.

“They’ll kill you! Go!” You couldn’t stop the tears that started well up in your eyes as you continued to tell them to go. San heard your cries and it just made him angrier, his eyes flashing a bright red before he shifted. San quickly ran past Seonghwa, who was now knocked over by the younger's strength, and straight to the general.

“Shoot it!” The general yelled as he pulled you in front of him to insure San didn’t attack him. The men didn’t get a chance to draw the weapons before they were surrounded by a pack of growling wolves. With 9 of the general and his men and 8 wolves, the attic was suddenly much smaller, leaving little room for the men to go. “What are you waiting for? Shoot!” The general commanded. “No!” Your scream fell on deaf ears, because the first shot was fired and suddenly it was madness. A flash of fur, a scream of a fallen man, more and more gunshots being fired, and spurts of blood flying. In your state of shock, the general was quick to take you by your wrist, getting ready to run to get you out and tell your father about the rabid wolves that live in the forest but he didn’t get to move a foot before San was right in front of him. “Damn wolves!” The general upholstered his gun and before you knew what was happening, you rushed forward, pushing the gun out of his hand and onto the floor. Out of anger, he threw you to the floor with it. “You stupid-”

San couldn’t take it anymore, and now that you were out of the way, he pounced. Tackling the general to the ground, snapping in his face. He couldn’t contain himself, seconds away from tearing this man to shred before he felt a sharp, stabbing pain in his side. His second of faltering allowed the general to push him off. With his second dagger in hand, he strode over to San with a murderous glint in his eye.

Everything was happening in slow motion, Yunho and Mingi tearing guards to shreds right next to you, the screams of men and the whimpering of an injured wolves. Most importantly, the way the general charged towards San. You didn’t have time to think about any of it, your brain acting on autopilot as you picked up the gun, precisely aiming it at the general.

The silence that followed the shot was eerie. The only sounds that could be heard were the panting of the survivors, none of them guards. Not having time to think about what you just did, you rushed over to San. “Oh my god” you breathed out as you saw all the blood that stained his fur.

San was fine though, physically he was in pain, but he would heal. Mentally, he was just so relieved to have you safe. Disregarding the pain he felt in his rib cage, he sat himself up, nuzzling his face against yours, earning a relieved giggle from you once you saw he was okay.

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Once everyone was all cleaned up and had their wounds attended to, you and San sat outside for a long overdue talk. Hongjoong still needed to talk to everyone about what they were going to do now, where they were going to go and how they were likely going to be on the run for awhile, but he decided you two needed to talk first.

“You’re sure you’re okay” you asked for what felt like the hundredth time. San found it cute how concerned you were, how you wouldn’t leave his side the entire time Yunho was cleaning him up, and how you weren’t leaving his side now. “Yes, I’m fine, I promise.”

It was silent after that, neither of you knowing how to continue. This was not how San wanted to tell you, he wanted to wait until you were fully settled and happy, until you felt like you could trust him fully. What he didn’t know is that you already trusted him. You trusted him the moment you saw him the first day by your house. As for being settled and happy, you were the most content here with the pack, with him, than you’ve ever been in your entire life.

Looking up at him, you realized this was going to take awhile if you were both waiting for the other to say something. So instead, you cupped his face, making him turn to look at you before planting your lips on his. You pulled away almost as quickly as you had kissed him, feeling a sudden shock when your lip had met his. Looking at him with a wide eye, his face mirrored your, wide eyes, mouth agape in shock. “Do that again” was all he said, and so you did, once, twice, three times before you deepened the kiss. You could feel San’s chest rumble as you pull him closer, feeling as if you could never get enough of him. San was ecstatic and intoxicated all at once, the feeling of your lips on his sending all of his senses into overdrive.

“You’re my mate” he finally said once you had pulled away, not wanting to wait any longer to tell you. You couldn’t stop the giggle that left your lips, “I know, you’re not as slick as you think Choi.” With a wink and the bite of your lips, you stood up, ready to go inside and talk to the rest of the pack about what was to come next. San shook off his shock, standing up and chasing after you. His hand latched around your wrist, swiftly turning you around and pulling you into his chest. “You knew?” He asked, an amused look on his face. You nodded in response, a smile adorning your face, leaving San to mentally swoon at how cute you looked before pulling you into a hug, just holding you there tightly. He basked in the feeling of finally being able to hold you how he’s been wanting to since he first laid eyes on you. “Thank you, for staying” shocked by his words, you pulled away with a confused look. “Why would I leave?” You questioned, genuinely confused as to why you would ever leave him. “Because-” “You know what, I don’t want to know your stupid answer” you teased, grabbing his hands as you looked into his eyes to make sure he was understanding you. “I will never leave you.” five words that held so much more meaning than what they should. A silent I love you until you were ready to mutter the three words for real. San understood that and he could only pull you back into his arms, placing a kiss on top of your head. Leaving you two to stand in comfortable silence as you held each other tightly. You weren’t sure what was going to happen next, but you were just happy that you now had San by your side.

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[kashimos-hajime]

the shakes | p.d.

summary: “It’s the Shakes, darling. Makes everything excruciating.” Or, you’re experiencing the terrible side effects of being horny and Poe Dameron knows just how to fix it.

WARNINGS: SMUT (18+), oral (fem!receiving) and just a whole lot of banter, bruh poe is just feastin TONIGHT, sprinkle of plot pairing: poe dameron x fem!reader word count: 5.1k

a/n: uhhh so,,, heh,,, enjoy. bc smut. 

“Ow, fuck.”

“You’re stepping on my foot.”

“My bad. It’s not like we’re stuck in a fucking closet.”

“Who’s fault is that?”

“Yours.”

You breathe out through your nose, struggling to contain your annoyance as you try to back up away from man but no dice. Instead, your back jams awkwardly against the busted control panel.

Said control panel is one of the reasons why you’re stuck in a closet with a man you met only twenty minutes before. Other reasons may or may not include you, the man mentioned, and a certain droid both of you are supposedly waiting on.

“You said that droid is coming?” you grunt as he lets out a heavy sigh against your collarbone. You’ve been squished in a four by four foot supply closet for the past twenty minutes at least and there’s barely enough room as he reaches around to jam the button again. “That’s not going to work,” you say pointedly and he scowls at you, pressing the button again.

“BB-8’s coming,” he growls. “He’ll know I’m missing.”

“Oh, thank the Maker for that!”

“Do you have a problem?”

“Uh, yeah. You’re breathing in my air, in my general vicinity.” A pause, and then: “Can you breathe in any other direction?”

In response, he sucks in a huge breath and lets it out in one big exhale towards the vent above them before glancing down again and arching a brow as if to say, Happy now?

You are most certainly not.

“At least this gives us a moment to breathe. It’s better than being arrested,” he says as if offering a ceasefire. The man leans away from you and you sigh, readjusting the strap of your short dress. His eyes are determinedly staying on yours but even you know they’ve dipped the few times your back was turned. “We can get to know each other.”

Not that you haven’t been thinking about his ass all day either. You spotted him earlier in the markets today, even if he hadn’t noticed you, with that orange and white droid rolling around behind him. Cute and memorable.

What can you say? A good looking guy tends to stick out in a crowd.

“I think I’d rather be arrested,” you say as you lean against your own wall and tug at your dress where you think it doesn’t fit too well. “Who the fuck are you, anyway?”

“You mean, you don’t lock lips with any random handsome stranger?” he fires back. “I’m hurt.”

“Right. You know what I meant.” You nod to the chip in his pocket. “What do you wanna do with that?”

“Top secret, Snatch.”

“Snatch?” you repeat, frowning. “Never mind. I’m sure it’s a secret you can share with me.” At this, you push off the wall and, by the limitations of the closet, stand in his space. Dameron straightens up, an unimpressed smirk printed on his face. “So?”

“It’s none of your business.”

“It could be.”

“It really couldn’t.” His nose brushes against yours and his soft breath tickling at your lips makes a hot spear shoot into your gut. You can taste the sunfruit on his breath, the sweet swipe of his tongue across his lips and your eyes narrow as his chest presses against yours. You don’t budge from your spot as a curl of his dark hair falls into his eyes. Almost automatically and before you can register what you’re doing, you reach up to brush it back and he catches your wrist before you can, grin growing. “I knew I recognized you.”

“I’m so happy for you,” you reply dryly. You shake his hand free from your wrist and back up against the wall, crossing your arms. “I’ve seen you in the markets a few times. The only eye-candy way out here,” you admit grudgingly, thinking of the weird fantasies you had about the guy you dubbed ‘The Man from the Market.’

Not your most graceful or catchy nickname, or your most dignified moment, waking up to soaked panties and a flustered sensation glossing over your skin, but you also didn’t expect to see him again. At this party, no less, of some merc bastard and his friends.

“Likewise,” he says, eyes dropping from yours to your lips and then darting up again. He chews on his lip, as if fighting back that cocky smile before he adds, “You’re the only thing that’s caught my eye in the past two days.”

“Charming.”

“Hm. Poe Dameron.”

You glance at the unopened door, sighing out a, “Good for you,” as you cross your legs at your ankles. Dameron only frowns, turning to the door and you observe the darkness around you. You can’t really make out anything but the solid shape of your fellow closet companion. You can’t even make out his features too well unless he’s extremely close to you, and even then, it’s a guesstimate.

You’re going to kill Yvonna. If she wants the intel, she’s going to have to pay you double the credits.

The darkness seems to crowd in on you and you take a deep breath, the heat of the room getting to you. You feel sweat gather underneath your arms, in the creases of your thighs, and maybe it’s the alcohol getting to you, but you swear your feet aren’t attached anymore. They’ve been strapped to some stupidly high heels to accentuate your legs and it's gathered in a trembling pain in your calves now that you’ve a moment to stop moving. You want to keep moving. It’s the dancing in your stomach, the strange flutter in your lungs, the involuntary clenching between your legs.

Normally, you’d be fine but right now…

God, it might’ve been something you ate. You don’t know, but right now, you feel like you’re a hollowed out piece of scrap.

“C’mon, BB-8,” Dameron murmurs as you let your head drop back against the wall. Your eyes slip shut and it’s not too different from the darkness surrounding.

Maybe it’s cause you haven’t seen Krieg in a moment which is part of the reason you’re here. Hasn’t given you a chance to take the edge off and you’re so full of this energy that needs to be spent or you’re going to die in this closet, in that ship…

You needed to do something.

Your eyes open and see the shape of Dameron’s head.

Or, someone.

Yes, you had kissed him first, pushed him into this closet, let his hands wander, but that was because a guard was coming and you weren’t about to get caught red-handed.

This fucking sucks.

“My friends call me Y/N,” you say glumly, your fingers gingerly tugging at the hem of your skirt. An uncomfortable slickening is occurring down there just thinking about that kiss that occurred in a time when you weren’t stuck in a closet, and you can’t help but think that Dameron was a good kisser.

Give credit where credit is due, all that bullshit.

“Y/N, huh?”

“I said my friends,” you reply pointedly. “Associates and otherwise know me by my callsign.”

“Which is?”

“Bandit.”

“How original,” he mutters almost under his breath and you roll your eyes. The burning in your gut spreads like a fan of fire, following where your knuckles press against your thighs as you try to adjust your dress to fit comfortably, but it’s too damn hot and you shift again, catching his attention. “You okay? Not afraid of the dark, are you?”

“No. It’s just… it’s just hot in here,” you mumble with a scowl directed at your own body betraying the way his arm bracketing you on one side of your head is radiating a heat you want to choke on. “When did it get so hot?”

“When they started serving spiced whiskey?” he tries and, this time, your scowl is directed at him with another poison to kill a small snake. “Maybe you’re having the Shakes.”

“The…” You blink, and you’re not sure if your eyes are adjusting to the blinding darkness or if you can actually see him clear as day when he bends his arm and leans against the wall by his elbow. You don’t move away and his breath, searing, tingles at your sweating neck. The drawling exhales only serve to send more thigh-clenching spasms into your stomach and you shoot him a weak glare. “The what now?”

“The Shakes,” he repeats as if he’s totally unaware of what he’s doing to your body. Maker, he must be able to smell it. There’s no way he can’t because you can feel just the effect of him being so close to you has done and— “You know.”

“I, uh, I really don’t.” If he knew a fraction of what his voice did to your panties, he would not be talking right now. Or he’d be talking more. You don’t know which one you want more.

“Oh, you know, when you haven’t had sex in a long time. I call it the Shakes. Every little thing sets you off, you get cranky and flustered, you’re all wired up and your gut feels like the first time you go into hyperspace.” He sighs, and you hear the quiet thump of his head resting against the wall. Y’know, darling?”

“Hm?” you hum, distracted by the index knuckle running over your cheek.

“It makes you distracted.” You can hear his smirk and you roll your eyes with a scoff. “It’s why I call ‘em the Shakes. Throws everything off, doesn’t it?”

“Stars, you love hearing yourself talk, don’t you?”

“You know, I see the it often enough that I can recognize any poor soul suffering from a mile away,” he says, ignoring you. “And you’re sick with it, Snatch.” Casually as if he isn’t lazily tracing the shell of your ear with his hand now, he chuckles. You close your eyes as if you’re not critically aware of every desire to pull him into another hard kiss, every little movement of his body from the way he leans to the way his fingers flutter around the curve of your jaw.

You’re a fucking fighter, though. You’re not about to hook up with some random motherfucker in a closet.

Even if the random motherfucker is the hottest thing you’ve seen in who knows how long.

Holy shit, you think your gut might explode with how hard you’re trying to keep it together so you say the first thing you can think of related.

“I didn’t get sick the first time I flew into hyperspace. I didn’t get sick the first time I did an aileron. I, uh, I really don’t get sick when I fly at all,” you say, eyebrows rising skeptically. “Do you?” Confused: “No. I’m a pilot.”

“Oh. And you get the Shakes often, then? Wedged in the seat for hours on end,” you ask conversationally, managing to keep your tone in check. Dameron chuckles at your question, but he pulls back. Your thighs press together and something lurches at his withdrawal, wanting him near again but you silently push those urges down. “If you’re so wise to depart your knowledge with me, that is.”

“You’re a funny girl. Nah, you just get used to it when you’re busy doing other things.”

“Other things?”

“Hm, well, let’s say I have a busy job, and that’s pretty much my whole twenty-four-seven schedule.” He comes close again, close enough that his lips brush against the delicate skin before your ear and shivers shoot down your spine like waves of electricity and you stiffen. You know he hears you suck in your breath, the tiny hitch of your chest and he chuckles again, almost amused.  

“I think… it’s…” Maker, please forgive me for my utterly hedonistic will that has the strength of melted bantha cheese. “Fuck, I think it’s physically impossible to ignore that you’re horny.”

“I didn’t say that,” he corrects, lips whispering over your skin. He tilts his head. “I said you get used to it.”

“Well… n-normally, I’m pretty fucking good at that.” You bite your lip and lift your head to the ceiling, thighs pressing together and straightening up but the sound of your dress dragging against the wall gives you away. “When... people aren’t around.”

“People?” he echoes. “You alright, Snatch?” Fuck him. He is definitely enjoying this.

Well, fuck. Might as well, right?

“The Shakes,” you say in a very steady tone that is betrayed by the absolute ocean swimming between your thighs, “may have found residence here.”

“Hm.”

“That funny to you?” you ask, feeling his smug fucking smirk against your cheek and turning to look at him. His dark eyes glint somehow in the non-existent light. You just know it’s there. A cocky spark.

“Explains why you kiss like I’d melt away between your fingers. It was a good kiss, by the way. You’re a good kisser,” he adds, “but more passionate than I thought you’d go for, considering all we were trying to do was evade the guards and that fact that up until that point, you were trying to pickpocket me.”

“I was trying to get the chip. And I think the pushing into the closet was a good touch,” you defend as he rotates around and cages you against the wall. You stare defiantly back. “He went away, didn’t he?”

“But that just implies something.” His elbows are on either side of your head and he leans in, low enough that you can feel the sound of his voice, his sweet breath against your aching mouth. It’s one thing to admit it but another thing to act on it. Maker, are you really about to—

You know what?

Fuck it. Your panties are ruined, you need this fucking annoying heat out of your system and he’s fucking right about one thing: you’re hornier than a Lucrusian fengrill in heat.

What do you have to lose?

“Why just imply something?” you ask innocently as his lips brush against the corner of your mouth. You sigh in relief when the heat seems to sink, spreads through your body instead, and his shadow brushes against your skin as he moves lower, lips finding your chin, the curve of your jawbone. “Oh, fuck…” you choke out, your hands finding his hair automatically, threading through the dry locks and his name slips out in a breathless moan. “Fuck, Dameron.”

His body jerks at the sound of his name coming from you and your eyes widen when his hips press flush against your thigh. His bulge is hot and hard, the fabric of his pants silky against your bare skin and you let out a soft sound when he nudges your head up. His hands run over the walls, find your shoulders, your waist, tugging at fabric that sticks to your skin before continuing elsewhere, and you’re not even breathing as he licks at the pulse point, the sweat, the alcohol glazing your skin.

“Shit,” he breathes against your neck, teeth running along the vein as his hand sneaks underneath the hem of your dress, skirts around the edge of your panties and it’s the brush across the absolutely soaked spot that does him in, does you in because you know he felt you clench around nothing. “Fuck, I can feel it—”

“Shut up,” you groan, wrenching his head up and smashing your lips against his. He sighs into your mouth, hips grinding against yours as you take a handful of his curls. You yank him back, your lungs seizing for air. Everything tastes like sugar and starfruit as you push him down to his knees, your calves burning. “My feet. Ow. Fuck these heels, honestly.”

“I got ‘em.” His hands immediately find your ankles, running smooth circles into your skin but before you can tell him the strap is on the outer side of your leg, he lifts your foot up. A protest stammers in your throat as he reaches up and presses you against the wall with a large hand flat against your tummy, but he merely smirks against your thigh, letting your knee hang off his broad shoulder. “It’s the Shakes, darling. Makes everything excruciating.”

“Dameron—”

“Relax,” he drawls as your back meets the wall flush and cold. You grab onto the handle of one of the mechanical drawers, wincing when his hand digs into the sore muscle on its way up to stabilize your thigh just as the other on your stomach travels down. “Got a nice view, don’t you?”

“Would be better,” you grit out, “if I could see.”

“Need me to pull out my glow-in-the-dark condoms for you?”

“Dameron.”

“Kidding. Well, only half. I do have some back on the ship.”

“Dameron.”

“Alright, alright. Next time.”

You can’t even see the silhouette of his face anymore, gone underneath the hem of your dress, but you shake your head anyway, lip caught between your teeth as you feel his hand slide up and down the one calf still planted firmly on the ground.

You take a breath and let your head fall back, your ravaged neck pulsing, your entire world spinning.

It happens all at once. When his grip on the thigh resting on his shoulder tightens, when he lifts your other leg over his shoulder, when he surges forward, his lips finding your soaked panties immediately, teeth nipping lightly at the fabric.

Your entire system shuts down.

He noses up higher and your thighs wrap around his head, ankles hooking. His fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs, clutches at your ass really, and your fingers in his hair tighten when the dress begins to ride up higher, revealing more of the gorgeous man between your legs.

Oh, how you wish there was some sort of light in here so you can just—

There’s one shaky breath, then another, and there’s no movement which you’re only painfully aware of and your eyes open—when did you even close them?—as you look down. “What’s wrong?”

“I just wish I could see you, darling,” he breathes, kissing the top of your slit and sending a warm shiver through your gut. “Fuck. The way you’d look when I finally chase the Shakes out of you—I’d ruin you. Ruin you and then some. Eat for days.” And then his teeth return, barely skimming the soft flesh of your navel as they hook on the waistband of your panties and tug, his breath following down your thigh as he works on pulling it down, slowly, luxuriously, his lips soft as they press teasing kisses in the crease of your thighs, land tiny nips to the juncture of your hips. You spasm at every turn, wiggle and squeeze until you’re sure you’re cutting off the circulation in his neck, but he doesn’t give any indication that he cares.

No, he just holds you against the wall, your legs tossed over his shoulders, and grins.

You don’t know how you know.

You just do so you don’t know why you stutter out, “You g-good?” anyway.

“Fucking perfect.”

Maybe it’s so you can hear that voice, low and deep in his chest, between your legs.

He leans forward and his nose bumps into your clit, and, as if on reflex, a warm, strong tongue darts out and licks a solid stripe through your heat. “Fuck, darlin’.”

Definitely so you can hear that voice between your legs.

“You’re heaven, y’know that?” he mumbles but you can’t quite focus, your hands gripping at anything you can—one in his hair, the other on that handle and your back arches when he just goes for it, mouth to clit contact, tongue probing and licking and stroking all at once. “Think ‘m gonna die if you don’t drown me first.”

“W-way to i-inflate a girl’s—fuck…” Your voice goes hoarse midway, as if he sucks it out of you, and you can feel the air in your lungs going with it as your back arches off the steel wall. You can feel his jaw, sharp and strong and warm, flexing against your thighs as he works, tongue velvet, lips teasing and he inhales deeply as your legs tighten around his head.

His fingers dig deeper into your ass and you choke back a pathetic moan when his teeth raze your swollen bud lightly, just enough to tease you and keep you on edge. Everything is cotton. The shadows, his hair, his rough hands that are full of calluses you don’t know the meanings of.

Your nails scratch his scalp, tug him impossibly closer and you’re biting through your lip right now, your moans bundling in your chest as he pushes deeper, pushes you closer against the wall as if he wants more of you but can’t quite reach and you want to just let him continue, let him have his fun because you’re sure he can go down on you for hours but—

You’re only human, and the tide comes so quickly you fucking know for sure two things: Dameron knows what he’s doing and Dameron knows what the fuck the Shakes are.

A slight brush of his tongue at your clit and you’re gone. You’re on that downhill slope that sends a spiral of chain events through your body. Your thighs lock around his head and your fingers tighten as lightning shivers and lances through your limbs, sending your heart up into your throat and pulsing between your legs. Your gut clenches, so desperate to hold on that you can’t even breathe, that the only thing you can stutter out is some bare semblance to his name followed by ramblings of “fuck” slewn with more “close… close… so, so close…”

Your eyes are screwed shut, your mind scrambling to concoct an image—an image that would be reality if the lights were on and you can almost see it. Poe Dameron, with his dark eyes, raven hair, plush lips and a beard that scratches against your skin, on his knees with your legs thrown over his shoulders, his hands, huge and veined and strong, grabbing at what flesh he can, head gone underneath the hem of your dress and you can only feel what he’s doing—

You don’t even recognize him chuckling until you can feel the vibration of it through your knees, against your leg.

“Darlin’,” he pants, drawing back just enough to breathe and he tilts his chin just enough to press a sloppy, slick kiss against the soft flesh of your inner thigh and he laughs again, entertained at the desperate little whine that comes outta your throat because the image would’ve been just enough if he kept going for a second more, “gotta let me fuckin’ breathe if you want me to stay down here.”

“That’s…” You struggle for words because you’re heaving so hard, so out of breath because you didn’t even know you weren’t breathing for several seconds. “That’s—it’s, oh, shit.” Your thought process is disturbed by another teasing lick at your swollen folds. “Dameron, if you don’t let me just fucking—”

He nips at the juncture between your thigh and your soaking, swollen cunt.

“Watch it.” You retaliate with a sharp tug of his hair and he only laughs again, soothing the bite mark with a few gentle kisses.

“Just keeping you on edge, darling,” he whispers, peeking up from underneath your dress for the first time in what feels like hours. You run your hand blindly down his face and feel the slickness on his chin, swiping it off but his teeth catch your thumb, and then it’s his tongue wrapping around your fingers, too, sending fluttering shivers through your stomach. He licks them dry before he lets go and your hand finds his hair again as he sighs, disappearing between your legs again, and you barely hear it, a nearly indecipherable mumble that sounds more like it’s coming from inside your head that his own mouth, “Anyone ever told you… you taste like heaven?”

“And how would you know?” you gasp, feeling a little giggly yourself as the crest begins to rise, your chin tilted up as his tongue flattens against your slit. He hums to himself, the curve of his jaw brushing against your tender thigh as he pulls back just enough to speak.

“‘Cause I just tasted it, darling. And I know I could just feast on you for days.” Your entire body tenses as he laughs into your cunt, the ripples of it against your sensitive skin shooting through your spine and you’re on that downward spiral again as his smiling mouth attaches to your bud and his tongue dips into you again.

You’re dripping. The sounds are obscene, filthy to the nth degree, and you’re so close that it aches. You want to thrust but you can’t risk toppling the man you’re resting on the shoulders of, but at the same time, you know he’s teasing the ever loving shit out of you with his shallow passes, his fluttering kisses.

Taking his sweet time, indulging in it. You’re pretty sure if he could make do on his promise to eat you out for however long you’d let him, he would, but you’re half-aware of where you are, that the droid is supposedly coming, and having half-a-brain is half-a-brain too much to lose all common sense.

“Dameron,” you whisper, and he pauses, looking up and you wish you could see his face, the face of a man who stopped at the mere utterance of his name that it sends a thrill through your overstimulated system. “Please.”

There are no further words needed.

He works you up to it slowly, until your fingers are clamped so hard and you’re seeing stars despite there being nothing but shadows around you. The only sound is the wet slop of his mouth working against your drenched pussy, your moans and his heavy breathing that fans out across your navel.

It’s when his tongue pushes so much deeper, and curls, that your thighs clamp down around his head and your fingers are gripping so hard you’re not sure you’re going to make it without a few nail cuts in your palms that you know the Shakes are gone.

Your entire world flips as your vision goes black. Your fingers curl tighter, your thighs begin to quiver, and everything snaps inside you. Your back arches off the wall and you feel like you scream but it’s because your voice is so utterly broken that it seems so as he continues to drink through the floods, drawing out the aftershocks for as long as possible and the euphoria that shoots through you like a blaster is both molten and cool as spring water.

Your vocabulary is nothing but his name, soft breathes of “fuck” and “shit”, and the unrelenting “thank you”.

Your heart rattles against your ribs, beating so quickly you think it might burst from your chest and you feel another quivering sigh escape your lips as Dameron gives you a few more gentle sucks to your messy centre before he’s slowly running his hands up your thighs, to your knees, and gently sliding your legs off back to the floor.

Your body is trembling so hard that your knees nearly give in immediately, but, luckily, Dameron’s hands find your waist and ease you to the ground just as you let go of the handle of the drawer.

“Fuck,” you croak ungracefully once your ass is on solid ground and you gulp down nothing but air as you try to open your eyes. It’s not that different from your closed vision and there are a few white stars blinding you in the dark, but you can still make out the shape of your partner, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand before he’s leaning over your leg to check the control panel. It’s then that you can feel it, pressed against your shin. He’s hard as a fucking rock. “Y-you need—” But your voice is a garbled mess, exhausted from the alcohol and the Shakes, and he turns to you, fingers dancing up your calves before slowly pulling your ruined panties back up your thighs.

“Up,” he orders quietly, and you lift your hips up enough for him to slip them firmly back onto your hips. “And it’s fine. I told you. I’m good with the Shakes.”

“Yeah, but, y’know…” you mumble, “could be good.” You can feel him smiling as he leans over to kiss your neck blindly, still finding that tender juncture of your shoulder. You grin, your hands finding his shoulders and roaming his back, feeling the curved muscle of a military man. You know his type.

Continuing downward, down his sides…

“You do owe me,” he murmurs and you nod as he pulls back just as the sound of beeping on the other end of the door.

“Mhm, don’t wanna stay in debt,” you say just as the sound of whirring fills the heated silence and your grin grows as you expectedly raise one of your hands to shield the light about to fill their little closet. You pull your other hand away and you begin pulling the loops out on your heels, sliding your aching feet out of those torture shoes. “Maybe we’ll run into each other again in the future, huh? Pay you back then.”

The door slides open and you stand as he scrambles to his feet as well. At least, you can see his features clearly, and you grin because he’s just as handsome as the first time you saw him.

Absolute score.

With your fingers hooked on your shoes, you wipe the bit of slick he missed on the corner of his mouth. He grabs your hand before it drops, pressing a cheeky kiss to the center of your palm and you roll your eyes.

“That’s fine with me,” he replies, squinting against the light and you tap his cheek. “See you around, Flyboy.” You flash him one last smile before leaving the closet first and walking down the hall. Your knees are still trembling and you feel like you’re a complete mess as you stagger through the metal hallway. Exhaustion is telling you to just go the fuck to sleep right then and there, but you can’t. Not until you get back to your ship and get into hyperspace.

As soon as you’ve rounded a corner, you run with everything you have.

It’s only a matter of time before Poe Dameron realizes that the chip that was in his pocket is making its way to another buyer.

Yvonna totally owes you.

[fallingforunrealisticromance]

Time to heal - Avengers x reader

A/N: Slight bucky x reader paring. More marvel fics??

Word Count: 1474

Warnings: Swearing

***= time skip

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You ran to the top of the building, hoping to shake the Hydra agents that were chasing you. Noticing a door that led out onto the roof, you bashed it open before promptly turning around trying to barricade it.

“Um hi?” A nervous voice called from behind you.

Spinning round yet again, your eyes fell upon a – boy you were assuming, due to the voice – dressed in a blue and red suit.

“Hey” You responded, scanning the roof for a way out.

“Are you a bad guy?” The boy asked, moving awkwardly towards you.

You smirked. “Depends what side you’re on”

You went over to the edge and looked at the ground. Not too far, only about a hundred-foot drop. Brilliant.

“Well, I- if you’re with those guys in the black suits, I’m gonna have to take you down because Mr stark would be kinda annoyed if I let you g-“

“Wait did you say stark? As in tony stark?” You asked cutting him off.

The boy nodded. Smiling to yourself you climbed up onto the ledge.

“How old are you kid?”

“Fifteen” He replied, looking rather concerned.

You nodded. “Well, I’ve loved our little chat but I’m afraid I’ve got to cut it short. Got a flight to catch. See you around.”

And with that, you leant back allowing gravity to take hold. Natasha broke through the door, tumbling next to peter just as you fell.

“I- I don’t- She just jumped.” Peter said frantically.

“Yeah.” Nat panted. “She does that.”

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Meanwhile as you were falling, you felt two strong metal arms grab a hold of you and fly off.

“Good timing, you’re getting better stark.” You quipped.

“Shut up until we’re at the compound.” He barked back at you.

You just smiled to yourself and enjoyed the ride.

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Soon enough your feet touched the ground at the Avengers compound.

“Right so can I talk now?” You questioned, grinning at tony.

“Get inside.” He replied sharply.

You rolled your eyes but followed him inside, nonetheless. He led you to an open planned, conference-looking room. In which contained the majority of the avengers, all littered across the room.

“Hey what’s up guys! Nat, Steve looking good as always.” You said, prompting an eye roll from the super solider. “Oh hey, you’re the roof kid right?” You pointed to a startled looking Peter.

“Um yeah. My names-“

“Unimportant” Tony cut him off.

You rolled your eyes. “Come on fly boy, let the kid speak. It’s not like I’m gonna hurt him.”

Tony scoffed at your comment but didn’t reply.

“Peter. My names Peter”

You nodded. “Nice to meet you peter. I’m-“

“A pain in the ass” An all too familiar voice said from behind you. You smiled to yourself, before turning around.

“Says you Barnes. Haven’t you ‘died’ like twice already?”

“Last time I checked one of those times was due to you getting distracted.” He said walking towards you, a smirk pulling at his lips.

“It’s not my fault the guard was attractive.”

“He was trying to shoot you.”

“Well, I’ve never been apposed to an enemies to lovers arc”

He chuckled at your words before placing his arms around your waist, pulling you into him. You wrapped your arms around him, settling your head in the crook of his neck.

“It’s good to see you doll” Bucky whispered.

You hummed in response. Bucky and you had been entirely platonic but there was always a strong love for each other, considering everything you’d been through together by Hydra. You’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t want to be something more to him, but your lives were too unstable to try and maintain a relationship. Sam coughed awkwardly causing you to pull away from Bucky. Tony had a face like thunder slapped on him.

“So, what are you doing here?” Steve asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

There was a tense atmosphere in the room as they all stared you down.

“Well, I was being chased, ended up on a roof top and you know me capsicle – I never can resist hurling myself off a tall building. So, I did just that and tin can man over there” You gestured to a rather pissed off looking tony. “Caught me and brought me here.”

No one said anything, just swapped looks. After a moment Sam spoke up.

“Why were you even there? How did you know a raid was happening?”

“You do know you guys aren’t the only ones who track this kind of stuff right?” You replied, throwing yourself into a seat next to Peter. “I’ve got to do something to keep myself busy.”

“Well maybe if you hadn’t just got up and left the team without any notice, thanks for that by the way, we could’ve kept you busy” Tony shot.

You spun round, visibly annoyed. “Oh yeah because I chose to leave didn’t I” You retorted sarcastically.

“No one forced you to leave” He grumbled.

You stared at him, not able to believe what you were hearing. You figured after everything he’d put you through, he’d have the decency to stop lying about it. You could feel yourself getting more worked up by the second.

“You know what I shouldn’t have come here.” You got up and made your way towards the door.

Just as you were about to leave, you turned back to face Tony. “You know, next time you arrange for someone to be dragged from their room kicking and screaming in the middle of the night to then be put through a shit ton of pain for months, at least have the fucking balls to admit it.”

And with that you stormed out, leaving the avengers utterly baffled.

“The fuck did she mean by that stark?” Bucky asked, tensing up.

“I don’t know” He called back defensively. “F.R.I.D.A.Y where’s y/n got to?”

Peter looked around confused. “Y/n?”

“That’s her name Pete” Nat said, patting his shoulder.

“Miss y/l/n is almost out of the premises sir.” Tony jumped up.

“What are you-“ Steve was cut off by tony running out of the room and down the halls.

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You wiped away a few tears of anger as you headed towards the gate. You couldn’t understand why Tony would do this to you.

“Y/N!!” You heard tony calling after you. “Y/n wait please” He ran to catch up with you. “Y/n” He grabbed your arm causing you to face him.

“What tony? What could you possibly want?” You yelled, pulling your arm from his grip.

“What were you on about just now? About me arranging for you to be taken?” He asked desperately.

You laughed at him. “Stop acting like you don’t know what I’m on about Stark.”

“I’m not! I don’t have a fucking clue what you’re on about.” He yelled helplessly.

You stared at him, trying to work out if he was lying or not. “Your being serious? You don’t know?” You asked, trying to calm yourself down.

“None of us do doll.” You looked behind him to see Bucky and the others walking towards you, looking as equally confused. “But they told me. They told me every fucking day. They said you paid them” You ran your fingers through your hair, tears threatening to spill yet again.

Your head was spinning. You’d spent so long resenting tony, only to find out he had nothing to do with it?

“Who y/n?” Bucky asked, coming closer to you.

“The fucking Hydra agents Buck.” You yelled throwing your hands in the air. “They found me again. They tortured me for months over and over again. They told me stark paid them, that he wanted me gone.”

You were practically sobbing by now. Bucky’s heart broke for you. He’d searched for you when you left but after a while, he’d assumed you had run away as did the rest of the team. Knowing what he did now, he felt sick knowing he could’ve helped you.

“Come here.” He wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight as you cried into his chest.

He glanced over at Tony, who looked just a destroyed as he felt. Bucky stroked your hair as he whispered sweet nothings to you, trying to calm you down. After a while, you managed to slow your breathing and pulled away from Bucky. You wiped your face before facing the team again.

“Y/n. I’m so sorry.” Tony breathed.

Even if it wasn’t his fault, he couldn’t help but feel guilty. You nodded.

“I know.” You replied, your voice barely above a whisper. This wasn’t something that you’d be able to get over quickly. It would take a while for them to earn back your trust, and they knew that.

“So” You started. “Can I move back in?” You looked hopefully at them.

Steve beamed at you. “Of course.”

[one-boring-person]

Hey again! I know I just asked for one and I don’t wanna be bothersome, but I saw that Raymond Tango is on your list and I was hoping I could get an imagine with him and maybe Gabriel Cash as well?

Something like the reader works at the prison where they end up and helps them out when they’re jumped? Or whatever scenario you can think of 😁 Please add a lot of flirting if you can

I actually watched Tango and Cash and the Expendables because of your imagines 😆 And I’ll probably keep discovering more awesome movies thanks to you!

I also had an idea for Rambo where the fireworks on the 4th of July trigger his ptsd and the reader is there to comfort him? (It was Canada Day today so there were fireworks in my hometown to celebrate and I got the idea for it 🤷🏼‍♀️)

Thank you so very much!!! 💕

I'm really sorry for the wait, but I hope you like this!😊❤

Tip-Off.

Ray Tango x reader x Gabe Cash (Tango and Cash)

Warnings: injury, swearing, mention of violence, mention of gun use

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Finally, I manage to fling the door open, the thick metal clanging loudly as it slams against the wall, announcing my arrival to the room behind it. Gritting my teeth, I crash through it, yelling out to the inmates I know are gathered there, my standard handgun held at the ready. I hate to use it, but I know very well that many of the people turning to face me won't move unless threatened by something a little more dangerous. 

The room is lit with a drab light, keeping most of the thugs' faces cast in shadow as they turn towards me, shouts of surprise and panic filling the air. As if startled by a ghost, the lot of them suddenly retreat into the darkness, doors banging open and shut around the perimeter, many of them cursing loudly as they clear out. Frowning, I move further into the room, shouting at them hoarsely, my head rotating quickly to make sure I'm not being ambushed by any of them. Thankfully or not, they disappear quickly, leaving me alone in the deserted area with two familiar people hanging by their necks from the ceiling above large troughs of water. Upon closer inspection, I notice that the water is electrified, a sparking cable lying a metre or so away. 

"Hey, hey, what's going on?! Don't just leave us hanging here, kill us or let us down! You shitbrains!" I groan in realisation as I notice exactly who is hanging from the ceiling, the two captives facing away from me.

"Are those my only options, or would you rather I tried to get you down?" I call out to the only one of them who is actually moving, walking round to face them.

"Huh? Who're you?" It's Raymond Tango, the one still writhing on his hook. His partner, Gabriel Cash, hangs listlessly, head drooped, blood dripping from his lip.

"The reason you're still alive." I frown, tapping Cash's foot.

"Oh, it's you. Feel like helping me down?" Ray stares at me, fear still bright in his eyes as he shifts in his bindings.

"Don't sound too grateful. I just saved your ass." I roll my eyes, but move to start helping him.

Going closer, I ignore the dark-haired man's expectant expression, bowing so that I can heave the troughs of water out of the way, first. It isn't easy: the containers weigh tonnes, their contents sloshing all over the place as I brace my shoulder against the battered steel, muscles straining to dislodge them. A grating screech sounds from the base of the troughs as they rasp along the hard ground, but I eventually manage to get them clear, panting by the time they're significantly out of the way. 

"Ok, this is probably gonna hurt a bit." I warn Ray, before going over to the knots at the end of the ropes holding them up.

"What is- argh!" The detective yelps in surprise as he drops unceremoniously from the ceiling, landing with a thud on the cold stone floor.

I leave Gabe's line for now, going over to help Ray up as he rolls onto his side, groaning in pain. Untying him, I check him over for any particularly bad wounds.

"Couldn't you have done that a little less painfully?" Ray grumbles as he moves to sit upright, wiping away blood from his nose, groaning. 

"Sorry, next time I'll bring a mattress." I roll my eyes again, "You'll live. Now help me with Cash."

"Can't we just leave him there? He makes quite a nice light fixture." Ray jokes dryly, climbing wearily to his feet.

Shooting him a pointed look, I try to ignore the small spike in my pulse as I regard the dishevelled detective, not for the first time admiring his chiselled good-looks. Swallowing down the idle thoughts, I move back to the end of Gabe's line.

"Catch him, will you?" I tell Ray, loosening the knot, Cash's limp body dropping ever so slightly as I do so.

"The lump'll crush me!" He complains, but goes to stand underneath him anyway, reaching up to brace Cash's thighs with a grimace.

"You know, your jibes would have much more effect if he were awake." I smile wryly.

Ray doesn't say anything, but sends me a quick smirk anyway, knowing I'm right. 

Turning away, I untie the knot completely, looking back to see Cash fall onto Tango, his torso rocking precariously as the latter struggles to hold him up. Rushing over, I reach out, arms outstretched as the two start to fall, Gabe landing heavily in my grip, throwing us all to the floor. We land heavily, a dull pain erupting in my back from the impact.

Winded, I lie there, Gabe on my chest, Ray on his rival's stomach, breathing heavily as we try to recover. Against me, Gabe shifts slightly, moaning in his unconsciousness, making me force myself to sit upright, his head now in my lap, Ray still trying to catch his breath on his back. Looking down at the man on my thighs, I brush aside some hair from his face, swiping away a little blood from his lip, glancing up to see Ray staring at me, jaw tight. Confused, I go to say something, my brow cocked, only to stop when a pained voice trickles up from between us.

"This isn't what I expected from the afterlife." Gabe murmurs, eyes barely open as he gazes up at me, licking his dry lips.

"Don't get ahead of yourself, Cash." Ray jumps in, pushing himself back up.

Frowning, Gabe lifts his head, opening his mouth to speak, before closing it again, the sharp response clearly struggling to materialise.

"Come on, let's get you untied." I chuckle, moving to shift out from under the detective in my lap.

Gabe groans, whining as I roll him over, Tango reaching over to loosen the knots of his ties. Once free, he lazily tries to return to his original position, only to complain when he finds out I've moved. Now standing, I look down at the two with a fading smile, quickly becoming serious as I think back over the gravity of the situation. The two notice, joining me in standing, Gabe rapidly adjusting his clothes as Ray wipes blood from his lip.

"Whoever set you guys up has a serious problem with you two." I muse, scratching my chin in consternation.

"Wait, you believe us?" Ray sounds surprised, his rival regarding me with a similar expression. 

"About what?"

"The setup." 

Glancing at him, I tilt my head.

"Yeah, of course. What, you thought I was one of the bribed guards? After all the tip-offs I gave you both?" I shake my head in exasperation.

"Pretty dumb, if you ask me, Tango." Cash comments, smirking as he runs a hand through his hair, betraying his nerves.

"And who didn't listen to the tip-offs?" I tease him, grinning as Ray sends him a pointed look. 

"Hey, I've had a lot on my mind!" Gabe protests, before he conspiratorially rakes his gaze over me, "A certain someone in particular."

Blushing, I wave him off, muttering a quick "behave" before gesturing for the two detectives to follow after me.

"You're disgusting, you know that?" Ray hisses to Gabe as they limp along behind me, a scoff following this as we reach the door I came through.

"And you think you're better? Come on, man, I've seen you staring at her when she does her rounds. Your cellmate practically has to wipe the drool from your chin." 

"I'm not deaf, you know." I sigh, leading them into a side room,  where a desk and few chairs have been pushed to the wall, a couple of pieces of equipment sat neatly where I left them.

The two men enter behind me, frowning at the sight of the small room, confused by its purpose. Naturally, Gabe is quick to recover and goes straight to one of the chairs, sitting down and leaning back in it, head tilted back so that his mane of golden hair falls down between his shoulder blades. Ray eyes him disdainfully, only to take a seat near him, running a hand through his own hair, muscular arms flexing as he does so. It's a struggle for me to keep my eyes averted from them both as I go to the table in the centre and take out my first aid kit, opening it to check inside. 

"Ok, who's first?" I finally look up at them both, my cheeks warming up as I am met with two intense stares, neither looking away as I make eye contact.

"I'll go!" Gabe interrupts Ray before he can speak, hopping up and coming over to me, leeching on the table with a grin.

Shaking my head, I take some gauze and start to clean out the worst wounds he received, which I soon find are not particularly bad, so I move to check that he's not concussed at all. Removing a small penlight from my keys, I hold it up to his face, placing a finger under his chin to level his head properly. 

"Ok, stare straight ahead." I tell him, not quite realising why he's smirking until I realise that he's decided to stare straight at me, blue eyes fixed on mine. Shaking my head, I once more ignore the blush on my cheeks as I check if his eyes are dilating properly, quickly moving to check his response as I move my hand in front of his face. Thankfully he seems to be ok, everything working as it should be. 

"All done." I tell him, placing the penlight down on the desk beside him, glancing back up in time to see him leaning in. Surprised, I have no time to react before he's pressed a quick kiss to my cheek, the blonde smirking as he hops off the bench, eyes glittering mischievously. 

Ray makes a sound of disapproval, glaring at Gabe as his rival steps past, muscles tensed up as he tries to fight back the (very) obvious jealousy. Quickly, he takes Cash's place on the table, looking at me gratefully as I start cleaning up the wound on his head. His dark eyes don't leave mine the entire time, unnerving me a little.

"So what do we do now?" He eventually asks, voice low as I stand close to him to make sure the cut is properly dressed.

"You guys need to get out of here." I muse, chewing my lip as I work, "It's just how we're gonna do it that's difficult."

"We?" Gabe sounds hopeful, though I can hear a little jealousy in his tone. This confuses me, until I realise why: Ray has gently placed a hand on either side of my waist, most likely under the pretense that he needs a hold to ground himself. 

"Y-Yeah, we. I don't think you two will make it out without help." I tell him, calming my nerves as my pulse picks up, swiping the gauze over Ray's head once more before taking up the penlight again.

"And you're offering? Won't that lose you your job?" Ray questions, surprised at what I've said.

I sigh, standing back upright once I've checked his eyes.

"If I get caught, yeah, it will. At least it'll be for good reason." I shrug, stepping back out of Ray's grip, somewhat reluctantly.

Taking advantage of this, Gabe steps closer, placing a reassuring hand on my lower back. Unused to this kind of affection, I look up at him, expression somewhat blank as he speaks.

"You're sure about that?" He queries, searching my face for hesitation.

"Yeah, I am. What happened to you two wasn't fair, so I think it's good if you get your revenge." I nod firmly, glancing back at Ray, who smiles at me, "Look, I'll come up with a plan as soon as I can. For now, you two need to try and stay alive."

"Easier said than done." Ray murmurs, but agrees nonetheless.

"For you, we will." Gabe teases, tapping my chin with a grin.

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one of a kind : l.l

with loki having returned to earth, the avengers call upon their newest recruit, an angel to help. only, loki refuses to believe the truth until it’s too late.  (1.9k) 

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Sighing to himself, Tony walks away from the vault as Steve awaits him outside. “Any luck?” Steve asks, receiving a look that says more than words could. “Well, we’re not out of options yet.” Steve adds, trying his best to remain hopeful as Tony rolls his eyes.

“He still not talking?” Natasha pipes up as the pair return to Tony’s lab where the rest of the team stand, eager for any form of update.

“He won’t budge, thanks for that, Thor.” Tony quips, shooting Thor a look who simply shrugs before placing his hammer down on the metal table with a heavy thud.

“It’s not my fault my brother is so unwilling.” Thor comments, keeping his head down.

“He killed three people and threatened the lives of everyone in this building.” Natasha reminds him, and Thor raises his head meekly.

“He’s adopted?” He weakly states.

“This isn’t enough, I think we gotta bring in the big guns.” Tony rises to his feet, pacing around the room as all eyes turn to him.

Shifting on the spot, Steve clears his throat before speaking up. “Tony, I don’t think that’s wise.”

“Oh, and do you have any better ideas, Cap?” Tony shoots back, frustration rising through him as Loki remains locked up in the vault, tormenting them endlessly. “Didn’t think so.” He mutters under his breath. “Friday, can you send our sunshine a message to meet us in my lab?”

“Of course, Tony. Message sent.” Friday responds, and Steve glances over to Natasha, knowing it’s too soon.

Within a matter of minutes, you tiredly walk through the doors of Tony’s lab, seeing the Avengers all stood around. “Am I crashing some kinda party?” You chuckle, but your laughter isn’t well received based on the solemn expressions. “Tough crowd.”

“How’re you doing, sunshine?” Tony walks toward you, resting his arm over your shoulders.

“I’m better today.” You tell him truthfully. “Healing is taking a bit longer than usual, but I’ll be fine in a few days.”

Tony hums to himself, glancing over his shoulder to the rest of the team. “Listen, Y/n, we’ve got a favour to ask of you, and it might not be easy.” Tony begins and guides you back to face the rest of the Avengers.

Steve holds out a chair for you, noticing your breathing becoming shallow and your eyes drooping. You silently thank him as you sit down, glad to take the weight off your feet.

“How can I help?” You ask, a bright smile on your face.

Despite everything you’ve been through these past few months, you’re still more than willing to help everyone else.

“Well, Thor’s brother decided to pay us an unexpected visit,” Tony trails off as you raise a brow to Thor.

“Loki’s here?” You watch as Thor nods. After hearing countless stories from Thor about his brother, you can’t believe he’s here. “So where is he?”

“In the vault.” Natasha states bluntly as you whip your head around. “Sorry, Y/n. It’s the safest place for him to be.” She adds, and you nod to yourself, knowing it’s probably for the best after what happened last time.

“He’s not talking to anyone, is he?” You knew your goal at that moment as the Avengers nodded in response. “Okay.” You mutter under your breath as you rise to your feet, forcing back a groan as a sharp pain shoots up your side.

Steve’s hands hover naturally toward you, but you push through it. “We’ll be in here, Y/n.” Steve tells you. “If you need us at all, or want out, just say.” He adds.

“Thanks, Steve.” You smile sweetly before carrying on alongside Tony, heading toward the vault that you have only ever entered once.

“We just wanna know what he’s planning, why he’s back and all.” Tony briefly explains what they currently know, and the many gaps in Loki’s story as you stand in front of the doors to the vault.

You watch as two men open the doors, revealing a metal bridge leading to the glass container where Loki is sitting.

Loki lifts his head up, and as you catch his gaze it isn’t what you expected. After hearing countless tales of the past you anticipated seeing someone who radiated evil. But sitting before you is a God weakened by his past, not someone who revels in it.

“We’ll be outside like Cap said.” Tony mutters to you as he glares to Loki who merely smiles back.

“Bye, Tony.” You wave to him as the door is closed, leaving you and Loki in a moment of silence whilst you compose yourself.

“You’re not afraid,” Loki speaks up, now standing as he paces around the cylindrical container, a reinforced version of the previous one. “it’s awfully stupid of you.” He adds, and you can’t help but laugh quietly.

“Why should I be afraid?” You dare to ask as you lean against the railings, heavily relying on them as you make eye contact with Loki. “You’re just a God.”

“Oh my dear,” Loki laughs, shaking his head. “you have no idea who you’re talking to, clearly. You’re a mere mortal, why do you all think you can trick me into telling you anything?”

Sighing to yourself, you push your weight from the railings and step forward. “Perhaps because I’m not a ‘mere mortal’?” You suggest, now catching Loki’s attention. “I grew up with God’s, some, like you and others well,” You trail off. “we don’t talk about those ones.”

“What are you saying? You’re a God?” He coldly asks, but you shake your head in response.

“Oh, Gods no.” You admit. “I’m an Angel.” You state.

“No, you’re not.” Loki bluntly comments, looking you up and down before turning away from you. “Angels don’t exist, they’re a fairytale to keep children calm and believe in an afterlife.” He scoffs.

It’s your turn to scoff as you pause, waiting for him to look back at you. “Some say your kind are fairytales, Loki. Doesn’t mean that you aren’t real.” You explain, nearing the glass. “Why are you adamant that I can’t be an angel?”

Turning on his heels, Loki smirks as he approaches the glass, hovering before it and towers over you. “I would know if angels existed. Now, if you don’t mind I was in the middle of thinking about the thirty different ways I can escape here without the need for a mortal to interrupt me.” Loki states.

“Fair enough.” You shrug your shoulders as you cross your arms over your chest. “However, Loki?” You call out. “There are thirty-seven ways out of here, just so you know.” You chuckle, stepping back and return to the railing, trying to hide the pain in your laugh as it ripples through your spine.

Loki’s lips part to respond, but his eyes focus on your hand clutching your side. “You’re injured, aren’t you?” He asks, watching as you nod. “In the tales of Angels aren’t you supposed to heal within minutes of being injured? The whole ‘immortal’ aspect of being an Angel.” Loki paces around the cell once more, but his eyes never leave you.

“It’s a bit more complex than that.” You tell him through gritted teeth. “When an Angel falls from above or rises from below, our powers are still within us, but they aren’t as effective since we’re in the mortal world.” Your breathing slows down now, and you can’t help but slip down to the ground.

“How did you fall?” Loki kneels behind the glass, focusing on you closely. Yet, your breathing becomes slower, and the curiosity Loki has for you increases. “Tell me!” He yells, slamming his fist to the ground.

“I was sent to guard over a human, something we all do at some point.” You begin to explain, picturing the young boys face as he sat with a bloody nose in the middle of the park as children walked away, leaving him to suffer. “He, well, despite my efforts of guarding him, he didn’t make it.” Tears fill your eyes as you remember the day you fell, the consequences of your actions or lack thereof. “How about you, Loki?” You quickly change the topic of conversation. “Why did you come back to Earth?”

“You think I’m going to simply tell you because you told me a story?” Loki remarks.

“Stranger things have happened in all my years.” You tell him, shifting as you try to rise back to your feet. “And trust me, I’ve had plenty of them.” You joke as you stand back up, firmly gripping onto the railing behind you.

“Nonsense,” Loki mutters. “you’re a mortal, no older than Thor’s beloved Jane.”

You shake your head. “I’ve lived for nearly three hundred years.” You tell him. “It’s all in the eyes, Loki. But you only ever see the fear in them, whereas I see hope.”

“You’re here to envoke hope? That I might somehow change with the help of an ‘angel?’“

“Like I said, Loki.” Your voice quietens as you try to ignore the growing pain searing through your body. “Stranger things have happened.”

“Well, I am truly sorry.” Loki chuckles. “But this has been fun, a great story you’ve construed together I’ll admit.” He laughs softly. “As if a mortal of such a young age could try and tempt me.”

“I wasn’t here to tempt you, Loki.” You state clearly, despite your vision beginning to blur. “As I said, I was here to try and help you. As that’s what I do, it’s what I know.” Your voice softens as words struggle to leave your lips coherently.

“Nice try, mortal. But you’ll never get me to crack.” Loki spits to you, and that’s when you fall to the ground.

Immediately, the doors open and Steve rushes in.

“What did you do to her?!” Steve yells to Loki as you lie unconscious.

“How could I do anything when I’m stuck in here?” Loki holds his hands up in defence.

Steve glares to the God as he tries to pull you into his embrace. “Tony?” Steve calls out, and Tony walks in with Thor behind him, causing Loki to sigh heavily.

With the help of Thor, Steve is able to get you to your feet, but as you stand up your wings appear.

“Careful!” Steve warns the others. “Y/n told me her cloaking doesn’t work if she’s unconscious.”

“Come on then,” Tony mutters as he helps Steve carry you out, minding your large bright wings.

Yet, standing in disbelief, Loki can’t help but rethink his entire conversation with you. He watches as your wings drap across the floor, feathers catching on the metal and he winces as some are left behind.

“Angels are real?” Loki thinks aloud.

“What did you do to her, dear brother?” Thor asks, defeated as he hovers by the glass. “Y/n is nothing but a kind spirit, a real angel, Loki. Couldn’t you see that?”

Lowering his head, Loki remains silent.

Without another word being said, Thor exits the vault, leaving Loki alone as the door is sealed shut once more.

Staring down at the stray feathers you left behind, Loki buries his head in his hands. “I’m sorry.” He mutters under his breath, wishing he could’ve believed you whilst you were here and seen the hope in your eyes, and the fear looking back at them.

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@lu-sky-lian Hey! Here’s more Sky fic, as promised. (Sorry it took so long I got busy today.)

This is for the merAU I can up with during the last week of May because MerMay. It was way easier to find this than the WingAU fic, it turns out. I’ll still find that and post it maybe tomorrow.

Regardless, a bit of background for the merAU first: I am of the firm opinion that merfolk should be less human and so everyone here has way more fins and scales. Because that’s way cooler. Also, the communicate using bioluminescence because I think glowy mermaids are cool. My best friend did draw Warriors for this AU, so if you need/want a better idea of how they look, lemme know and I’ll ask said artist best friend about posting that at some point. Oh! And also there are three types of merfolk here: Mer, which are like ‘standard’ mermaids, Merrow, which can freely switch between having a tail or legs, and Half-Mer, which I’ll go into more detail for when I finally get around to writing the fic introducing Hyrule and Legend to this AU. Also, Knight is what I nicknamed pre-Calamity/AoC Wild, so that’s who I’m referring to when that name comes up.

There’s more to the details than this, but they aren’t really relevant and this is getting ramble-y already. If you want to know more about my worldbuliding for this AU then shoot me an ask and I can elaborate more.

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Sky frowned, watching a crab waddle around the reef.

The crab, which he’d named Crabbert about five minutes ago, had shown up a short while ago and had been just waddling around since then. Sky had decided to watch it.

He didn’t have much else to do, after all.

He knew that Artemis and General were busy trying to figure out how to deal with the recent poachings, but he wasn’t exactly helpful on that front.

Their pod had never been the safest, it’s why their matriarchs were so young, but even he knew that two poachings focused on their guard was bad.

He missed Warriors and Knight. The two other Links had trained with him to join the guard, and it just seemed, dull without them. He missed Knight coming up with a stupid idea and Warriors arguing about how to do it safely and without getting caught. He missed then doing the stupid thing with them and promptly getting caught, though only sometimes hurt.

He missed the excited way Knight would shoot up to the surface when he saw the marine research ship that came by now and then. He missed running after Warriors when one of the girls would decide to flirt with him, only to get mad when he decided to dissuade them by flirting back, but worse.

He missed his friends.

He couldn’t do anything to help though, so he just kept watching Crabbert amble around.

He turned when he saw the flashing of another mer, and smiled and waved at his girlfriend. She smiled back at him, floating just a bit above him.

‘So, what are you doing?’ She asked, floating down next to him.

‘Watching Crabbert,’ he replied, twisting to point at the crab in question.

Sun folded her arms on his shoulder and they both watched Crabbert for a while.

She tapped his shoulder after a while, and he twisted to look at her again.

‘There’s talk of moving the pod,’ she told him.

Sky frowned, thinking. On the one hand, he understood that choice. This reef wasn’t safe for them, so it made sense to move. But on the other, what if Warriors or Knight came looking for them and they weren’t here?

Sun, thankfully, didn’t say more than that, just swimming down to wrap her arms around one of his. He was so lucky to have her.

They floated there for a long while, absentmindedly watching Crabbert putter around and do it’s thing while they thought.

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‘Sky, I have a mission for you,’

Sky gripped his spear tightly, drawing comfort from the soft hum of the trident in support. It was never a good sign when General called someone in to request a mission. Shield, the almost ancient former matriarch, floating behind her was an equally daunting sight.

‘Yes, Lady Impa?’ Sky said, swallowing. They may have given out nicknames to everyone who shared names in the pod, but you always addressed a matriarch with her real name.

Plus, Sky was a little bit scared of the lionfish mer.

‘Our pod cannot stay here,’ General pointed out to him, looking away. 

‘I understand that,’ he said, once it was clear she wanted prompting.

General sighed. ‘Sky, you were good friends with Warriors and Knight, yes?’

Sky furrowed his brow, confused, but nodded.

‘We have asked the marine researchers that knew Knight to look for him, but we have no one we can send to find Warriors,’ General took a deep breath. ‘What I’m about to ask you is dangerous. It’s risky, and there is no guarantee of success. Not guarantee that you’ll even make it back to us,’

‘You want me to go after Warriors,’ Sky guessed, setting his jaw. ‘I’m in,’

General blinked at him. ‘I…’ she trailed off, then sharply shook her head. ‘I hadn’t expected you to agree so quickly,’

Sky straightened up, holding his trident tightly next to him. ‘With all due respect, my Lady, it was never even a question. I’d go after Knight too, if you asked me to,’

‘You might not come back,’

‘I know,’

‘It will be dangerous,’

‘Living here is dangerous,’

‘More dangerous,’

‘I’m not scared,’

General looked him up and down, and he swore he saw her smile.

‘Lady Impa the First will brief you on everything you need to know,’ she waved an arm and the old mer swam up, eying Sky herself.

She was very intimidating, harsh and unforgiving in her expectations, but Sky didn’t even twitch as she approached.

‘Come.’ Was all she said, and Sky followed.

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The next day, Sky had a bag that contained a map to the new home they’d found and a few supplies, his trident on his back as he pressed his forehead to Sun’s, the closest form of intimacy between mer. He accepted a hug from Groose, and then he turned and swam in the direction the ship that had stolen Warriors went in.

He just hoped he found his friend in the water, and wouldn’t need to find a merrow to chase the poachers inland.

He was going to bring his friends home.

[veinsandknuckles]

Fucking in the bushes

(Here’s an old The Walking Dead Shane Walsh/f!Reader one-shot I don’t think I ever posted to this blog) Shane's been pursuing you for a while now, and this is when you let him catch up to you. Rated R Content warning: unprotected PIV sex, Shane’s being a little bit dodgy

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“Shit, darling, I’ve wanted this so long…”

His lips were rough now, pressing against your neck with hard kisses and he held your wrists tight above your head as if you had any intention of slipping free. As always when Shane was desperate he stammered a little, his eyelids fluttered, his voice came close to breaking. His curls tickled your cheek, he leaned out a little to look at you, nudged your chin up to search your eyes for doubt. The emotion in his face was almost frightening, he was trying to handle you with care but his eagerness made his touch rough and clumsy.

Right now it didn’t matter if this was a terrible idea, if his words were true and you’d regret encouraging his obsession, because you could feel his thick, hard cock through his horribly high waisted pants pressing against your stomach and the thought of stopping now didn’t stand a chance.

You couldn’t find the words for a reply and instead pulled out of his grip and pulled your vest up over your head. Shane swallowed, took in the view for just one quiet moment before he slid two greedy hands up your sides to cup your breasts, kiss your collarbone and groan against your cheek when you moved on to unbuckle his belt. He stepped back, gently brushed your hands aside and made quick work of pulling his shirt off and zipping down his fly. That left you to try your best to get out of your jeans without falling face first into the grass, and you managed to pull both panties and one leg off entirely before Shane slipped a trembling hand up your thigh, with his forehead pressed to yours and his brown eyes wide open in wonder. His thumb grazed your clit and two fingers slipped effortlessly between the folds of your cunt and his grin was equal parts smug and amazed. “You coulda come to me a lot sooner, you know,” he breathed and all you could manage in response was a soft gasp as your wetness trickled slowly down to his knuckles. “You’re just so full of yourself… I didn’t wanna encourage it.” “When have I ever been full of myself?” Shane laughed. Talk would be useless so action would have to do and even if you might want to hide it even from yourself, the truth was that you were just as eager by now as he was. You pressed your hand against his erection and every glance you’d stolen and every dirty thought you’d repressed came back with a vengeance, nearly winding you. So thick… you could picture it inside you already and the promise of it made your cunt clench, as hungry as a whirlpool, desperate and wet. You managed to slip your hand past his fly to grab him and try to get him free with trembling, clumsy fingers. Shane was hard almost beyond belief and if you hadn’t remembered how bossy and patronising he could be at times you might have felt bad for him. But when he sighed in relief and you looked up to find him still grinning, raising his eyebrows as if he expected you to shower him with incredulous compliments that sympathy died in its cradle. So he was almost gifted enough to warrant his top dog attitude and ridiculous man spread, and you were eager and panting enough for him to know you had been picturing it. Didn’t mean you had to give him everything he wanted. “Don’t act like you’re not impressed,” he grunted, self satisfied and at least five percent serious as you finally managed to pull his cock free and he chuckled again when you shot him a murderous look. “I can still leave, you know.”

To test that, Shane slipped two fingers inside you, curled them towards himself and you whined. Your legs didn’t seem to be doing their job. Screw him, and screw what he or anyone else would think. With two shaking hands you pulled his head down towards you and kissed him, deeply, breathlessly and without finesse. He was up against you again almost immediately, grinding his dick against your hip bone and moaning into your mouth. Rough, dry hands scrambled over your skin, trying to angle you, lift you up against the tree in some way that wouldn’t hurt but the bark scraped your shoulder blades and your yelp of pain stopped him in his tracks. He stepped out, wiped his brow and looked around wild eyed for an alternative. There was nothing out here but trees and dirt, and in the end he just gently pulled one leg out from under you and lowered you bodily down to the ground, with him following immediately on top of you.

It was a little awkward but you managed to get your legs free long enough to spread them for him, reached down, took his cock in your hand and slipped it inside you before he had a chance to say anything that might tempt a change of heart. Shane groaned, shut his beautiful eyes tight and let his weight bring him down deep into you, achingly slowly until his hip bones pressed against your thighs.

There was so much you wanted to say and do to him in that moment. He filled you so perfectly, straining against your slick walls, and looked so gorgeous above you that the bickering, the danger, everything dark that had brought bitterness into this unlikely not-quite-friendship seemed to melt away. But there weren’t enough words and the most your weak limbs could manage was to wrap around him and force him to stay here inside of you. Shane pulled out as far as you’d allow him and pushed back in, deep and hard, making you squeal. He put his weight on one elbow and roamed your body with his other hand, twisting your nipple between his fingers, pulling your hips down to meet his thrusts, came up to slide his palm across your throat and move your head so his lips could find yours. You tried to hold on and move against him but your hands scrambling over the grass found no purchase. It didn’t matter, the dirt rubbing into your skin didn’t matter, the twigs leaving scrapes and bruises along your back didn’t matter if it meant being fucked like this and at his mercy. And his voice by your ear… gruff, pained with desire, heavy with the words he couldn’t or wouldn’t say. “Darling,” he sighed and at least for right now you knew he was sincere. “So fucking beautiful, I wanted to have you like this since the first time I saw you…”

“Yeah,” you whined. “You… you should have fucked me sooner, Shane…”

Perhaps you shouldn’t have been so quick to shoot down his attempts to keep things light. His cocky, self assured playboy way of “flirting” was bad enough, but there were times you caught him looking at you with such desperate sincerity that you almost wished you could still believe he was joking. His eyes would widen like he couldn’t take enough of you in, his hands would flex as if he had to fight to control what they reached for, his jaw would tense and he’d swallow to force the heat back down into his stomach. The only difference now was that he didn’t even try to conceal it.

“That’s right, sweetheart…” you could hear him swallow, struggling to keep what little cool he still had, and there was no humour left in those black eyes when he kissed you next. All you could see on his face was deep, dangerous hunger. “Say my name, I wanna hear you say it…”

When you licked your lips and tried to catch your breath you tasted the salt of his sweat on them. Who were you trying to kid? Every time he pushed back in your eyes rolled back in your head, shivers spread out from every inch of your skin that he kissed. What did it matter if Shane was bad, if he’d earned the dark looks from the rest of the party, if Dale’s vague warnings had substance? If he wouldn’t let you go now that he had had you once, would that really be so terrible? A whimper from you made him shudder and curse and he gripped your face with one broad hand to kiss you, comfort you but he couldn’t know the reason. You’d pictured yourself like this, pinned beneath him in his tent, in camp mere feet from the rest of them, every night he wanted you, with his hand over your mouth, shushing you, coming inside of you and holding you in his arms while you fell asleep beside him. However long the two of you still had, you could spend it with him and it was both a terrifying and a wonderful thought. So what if he’d be overprotective, bossy, jealously guarding you? Of all the monsters you’d met that had wanted to eat you alive, he was the only one who could make you enjoy it.

“Shane, Shane, please…” you whined and by your ear he responded with a broken moan and a rushed in-breath. “I’m here, girl,” he growled, dug his fingertips into your shoulders, leaned in closer. “I’m here, no one else is gonna touch you.” Threat or promise, it made no difference. You pulled your knees up give him space, he rolled his hips to fuck you deeper, his stomach ground against your clit and together with his heart beating against your chest it was almost too much to contain. So you pressed your lips to his shoulder, bared your teeth and used his flesh to muffle your cries. That seemed to do it. The pain made him grunt and it must have taken him by surprise because he forced himself in deep one last time and before you had a chance to realise what was about to happen, you heard your name on his lips and felt his cock twitch and pulse inside you. “Shane!” you smacked him on the shoulder blade and he instantly pulled out. Too late - the cum trickled out of you the moment he withdrew and the last few drops landed on your already sticky thighs. “Fuck,” he panted. He rolled onto the grass by your side and flung his arm over his face, tried to recover and looked sheepishly over at you to get a sense of the damage. When the slap he’d expected didn’t come, he let his gaze trail down your form and grinned. “Damn, that looks good.” “Yeah, well.” You snatched his shirt off the ground and unceremoniously used it to mop up the worst of the mess he’d made. “Don’t get used to it because you’re not doing that again.” Shane sat up and tried to look sincere. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. You got me there faster than I expected.” It was hard to stay mad at him when he smiled like that, looked at you like that and when you still ached to feel his touch on you. And he knew it, too – he stroked your cheek with his thumb, brought his lips to yours and sighed against your mouth. The bastard was right and you fell forward into his embrace with just a moment’s hesitation. After all, hadn’t you just determined to damn the consequences and have this?

All the sounds around you were natural and ordinary. Branches lifting and falling with the wind and sending ripples through the leaves, birds setting back down in the clearing and resuming their calls, his slowing breath running through the soft hairs on your neck. These moments never lasted long enough to be a respite. Instead they made the weight of the world seem even heavier when you shouldered it again and it was hard not to think of them as a selfish, unnecessary luxury no matter how much logic told you you needed them. An affair with Shane might be ill advised in itself, but starting anything, no matter how shallow, was surely bad enough…

“What the hell are we doing?”

Shane shrugged. “I guess we’re just doing the best we can.” He pushed your head towards him and kissed your hair. “Hell, I know it’s dumb but I need…  I need this. And maybe it’s cheesy, but I can’t stand seeing you hurting and alone.” “You know you don’t have to say that, Shane. I’ll fuck you whether you sweet talk me or not.”

He snorted and perhaps you felt a sudden tension in the shoulder you leaned on, but he kept his tone as calm as it ever was. “Fine, don’t believe me. Sooner or later you’ll see I’m right.”

You parted your lips to bite back with something clever, but when you thought back you couldn’t deny that he nearly always was right in the end. He predicted a darkness no one else wanted to face and as much as you might want to put yourself against his pessimism, he had reality on his side. Did he have to be wrong now?

“Well, whatever this is, I think I like it.”

Shane kissed your hair again and breathed deeper. “Good. So do I.”

[nhlandotherimagines]

I Want -Matthew Tkachuk

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I’m so sorry this is sooo late I’ve been super busy lately! I also feel like in an attempt to make this one really good for my boy Matty, I ended up totally overwriting it??

Anyway I hope it’s not too bad! Here we go with blurb number 9 of the Up All Night series! There is some strong language and some angst in here for sure, so fair warning!

Give you this, give you that, blow a kiss, take it back. If I looked inside your brain. I would find lots of things, clothes, shoes, diamond rings. Stuff that's driving me insane!

Matthew wasn’t one to use Instagram much. Sure he posted sometimes and kept up with his teammates and family, but he wasn’t one to read too much into what others posted. That is until he started dating you.

The two of you haven’t been together very long, and you are certainly far from Instagram official, so why was Matthew currently scrolling through your Instagram almost obsessively? Honestly, even he wasn’t sure. Though as he scrolls past each photo, slowly creeping farther into your past, he begins to notice a trend. Every photo staged to perfection, makeup done, hair done, and somewhere in each photo is at least one designer item. A handbag, watches, shoes, sunglasses, even one with a sports cars. Name any big brand, and Matthew is sure he could find it in a picture on your page.

Not a single photo was of you looking like the real you. None contained any of your family and friends. A couple photos included boys who evidently had money, who Matthew was left to assume were boyfriends. It was in that moment a switch flipped for him.

For the next few weeks Matthew chooses to say nothing about it, instead he watches you. Watches how different you are depending who is around. Nights in Matthews apartment included sweat pants, hoodies and takeout. Nights out with the teammates and their wives means hours of getting ready. Over the top outfits, heels that Matthew is sure will break your neck, and way too much makeup for his liking, but again Matthew says nothing and lets you do your thing.

Tonight though Matthew decided it was time the two of you went out on a date. Like actually go out. Until now he had wanted to keep things more private and intimate, so you wouldn’t be subjected to the media and fans. Tonight, is a big step for your relationship in Matthew’s mind.

You could be preoccupied, different date, every night, you just got to say the word.

“Wow! Matty this place is so fancy!” You gushed as he led you to the table, his big hand low on your back. Classical music was playing so softly you could hardly hear it over the voices and utensils clanging. A beautiful chandelier is hung just inside the entrance, the lights are dimmed slightly making the candles on each table that much more romantic. This place is perfect.

Matthew just smiles at you in agreement as he pulls out your chair for you. Your cheeks heat up slightly as you take your seat. Matthew takes the seat across from you, quietly thanking the hostess as she sets the menus in front of you both. You take a moment to once again admire your surroundings. “It’s beautiful!” You mutter breathlessly, more to yourself than anyone in particular.

“Yeah.” Matthew sighs in content. When you look back to him you realize he’s looking at you with a grin on his face. Embarrassed by his gaze, you drop your head and begin scanning the menu. Just as you expected, the prices are absolutely outrageous.

When the waiter comes, he looks at you expectantly, and politely asks you what you’d like to order. You order some chicken based dish you have never heard of, and the waiter jots it down. Matthew orders a bottle of your favourite wine, and a pasta dish for himself, handing over both menus to the waiter. As the waiter turns to leave he sends you a wink, informing you he’d be back momentarily with your wine.

Matthew chuckles at you as your cheeks heat up. “Can you believe this guy?” His smirk and teasing tone quickly giving away the action hadn’t affected him. “Hitting on my date, and he thinks I’m going to tip him for that?”

Matthew’s smirk widens into a smile at the laughter he manages to pull from you. You love how sure Matthew is of himself, not at all intimidate by the waiter’s ‘advances’. Most guys you have dated previously would feel insecure, and maybe even lash out. Not Matt though. Instead Matt jokes about not tipping, and though you haven’t known him long, you know he will tip. And he will tip well.

After a few moments of small talk about your respective weeks, the waiter is once again at your side. This time with your wine as he pours you and Matthew both a glass. The waiter’s eyes hardly leave your body while he asks if either of you need anything else. You are to preoccupied adjusting the bracelet on your wrist to even notice. The bracelet is a gift from Matthew, an expensive one at that.

As the waiter walks away, you pull out your cellphone and punch in the passcode. The smile Matthew had been sporting quickly falls. Matthew assumes you are texting, or maybe you are just bored, but either way it hurts.

“Could you take a picture of me for Instagram?” The smile on your face so sweet and innocent, Matthew almost thinks nothing of it. Almost. You want him to take a photo of you on your very first public date together to post on Instagram. Just of you.

Perhaps he is thinking too much into it, but it feels like a slap in the face to Matthew. The two of you dress up so he can take you out for the first time. Making you both ‘official’ to the world in Matthew’s eyes. He takes this huge step that to some seems like nothing, so he hoped that in return you may want to post it on your Instagram for all to see. This however, is not what he meant. Maybe a nice picture of you both. Maybe his arm around your waist holding you close, maybe his lips pressed to your temple as you beam your beautiful smile at the camera, or maybe even the both of you laughing at something stupid he said. Instead Matthew is behind the camera now, taking picture after picture of you. All perfectly staged. The wine bottle placed so that the label is on full display, your face resting gently in your hand ensuring the bracelet is in frame, and of course you look absolutely stunning.

But you're not into them at all, you just want materials. I should know because I've heard when girls say, I want, I want, I want, but that's crazy! I want, I want, I want, and that's not me! I want, I want, I want, to be loved by you

The date goes by painfully slow for Matthew. He feels trapped. After the realization that you are not as interested in him as a person as he once thought, the mood shifts. Somehow though, the awkwardness that surrounds the table completely eludes you as you eat your dinner.

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“Everything okay Matt?” You ask, eyebrows knitting together in confusion. He’s barely spoken to you since you left the restaurant, and now he seems to be moping beside you on his couch as he scrolls through his phone. He rolls his eyes in response leaning his head against the back of the couch.

“Why are you here?” The question catches you completely off guard. You watch Matthew closely, as his gaze focuses on the ceiling above him, never once sparing you even a glance.

“W-well we went on a date and I just figured, but I can- I can go?” You manage to stumble out a response, as embarrassment courses through you.

“No honestly Y/n.” His voice is sharp. He’s mad, and you’ve never seen him like this. “Is it the money or the clout?” The annoyance is clear in his voice, but if it weren’t, the icy stare he shoots you next certainly gets that point across.

“What!?” You feel completely blindsided by his accusations. “Matthew why would you even think that?”

“Oh jeez! Hmm I don’t know! Let’s see shall we.” The sarcasm dripping from his words as he unlocks his phone tilting the screen towards you. As you look at it, you realize it’s your Instagram page. “The very first post we have here is? Oh would you look at that! A beautiful picture of you on OUR date, but who would possibly know that? All they see is a pretty girl, at an expensive restaurant with expensive wine and expensive jewelry. Okay and up next! Look at that! More fancy jewelry and clothes! Scrolling down a bit more, what’s this? A man? Must be your boyfriend right because you have one? Nope! It’s some guy who took you for a drive in his fancy car! Why would you possibly want to show off your boyfriend? Then rich men wouldn’t drive you around in their sports cars! How sad.” Matthew keeps scrolling, rambling on and on about every picture you’ve posted.

“Stop-“ you manage to choke out, eyes stinging with tears.

“Oh I’m sorry. Did I hurt your feelings? Because fuck Y/n mine sure are! I thought you were different! I thought WE were different. Every girl just wants shit from me! It’s insane! I want to spoil you, but fuck if that’s all you want you’re in the wrong spot! I guess I’m just stupid for thinking a girl like you could love me.” The venom in his last sentence stings, and you repress the sob threatening to leave your throat.

“A girl like me?” You challenge, finding more confidence than you thought had in you. “You know what Matthew? Fuck. You.”

Pushing yourself from his couch, you grab your things quickly heading to the door. As you slide on your shoes, you turn back to him one more time. “For the record, I don’t need shit from you Matthew! And sure maybe I like to put on a show for Instagram, but that’s all it is. A show. So why don’t you grow a pair and learn to talk to women about shit that bothers you, because if you can’t do that no one will ever love you.”

The door slams behind you as you leave. You and Matthew both have a lot of learning to do in this life, and maybe your time together, though short, is a turning point for you both. Maybe someday he will see not everyone is out to get him, and that communication isn’t as scary as it seems. Maybe someday you’ll learn that looking good, or rich, doesn’t make you happy. Living in the moment with people who matter, that will make you happy. For now, the two of you are left alone, wounds from hurtful words on full display. Both of you left wanting to take it all back.