#help i've gotten so rusty

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comm for @the-light-bringers :)

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[ghostedcas]

imagine like simon goes into some sort of surgery and has to be put under anesthesia, and when he gets out hes like still high asf on it 💀 and hes being a lil silly goose

okay this is such a cute idea omg, this is 100% based off that tiktok audio where it's like "my wife wouldn't like you touching me like that" "i AM your wife."

thank you so much for the request nonnie, a forehead kiss for you MWAH MWAH

simon 'ghost' riley x reader

wc: 563

warnings: none really, lots and lots of that good ol fluff, mentions of surgery, goofy simon, maybe a little ooc simon (he's high so it's fine)

a/n: i hope this is okay, i'm feeling a bit rusty with my writing but i've finally got back some motivation and energy to do so after the past two months of low energy and bad mental health. if you guys want to know a bit more about it and my mental health (i don't see why anyone would but lmao) let me know, i don't mind making a post about it if you guys want an explanation of some sort or whatever. anywho, sorry this is so short but i hope you still like it!! <3

a/n 2.0: i recently applied for a part time job at a bookstore so y'all pray for me that i get this job because i want it so bad. i am just gonna decide that i WILL get this job, because why wouldn't i?

simon had been out of surgery for just over an hour now, being a soldier you 'd think perhaps he was going under surgery for some kind of wound he had inflicted upon him on the battlefield but no, he was just getting his tonsils removed after a bad bout of tonsillitis ended up with him developing really bad tonsil stones.

so here you were, waiting by his bedside for him to wake up. the doctor and nurses reminded you just as he had gotten out that he may still be a little, well loopy, off of the meds depending on how quickly he woke up. you waited in a chair at his bedside, reading a book when you heard the blankets of the bed rustling just a little.

looking up from your book you see simon starting to wake up and you reach out to grasp his hand, only for him to rip it away from you when his eyes were fully opened.

"uh, si? you okay, hon?" you ask gently, maybe he just wasn't feeling too well after waking up, or perhaps he wasn't wanting physical touch, that happened quite often and you always respected that space he may want when he wanted it.

"don't call me that." simon said, voice hoarse and scratchy from the surgery, he sounded a little angry.

"what?" you questioned, this wasn't like simon, you couldn't understand why he wouldn't want you speaking like this to him.

"i'm taken."

"i know." you replied with a short laugh.

"you should be touching me like that then."

it hit you then, he was woozy from the meds and didn't recognize you. the realization made you laugh a little more. you decided to have a bit of fun with this high version of your boyfriend.

"sorry about that simon. wanna tell me about your partner?"

"oh, (name)? they're amazing, you know they're so pretty. and they're funny too. they always know how to make me feel better, i miss them." simon replies, ranting and raving on and on to you about his partner, about you.

"you love them a lot, don't you?" you ask him with a smile, it felt so nice to hear all these lovely things about yourself, your boyfriend clearly unfiltered by the effects of the anesthesia he was under.

sure he definitely said sweet things to your face, but something about hearing it when he was basically high as shit made your heart pound a little more.

"i love them with my whole heart." simon replies, a goofy little smile on his face.

you can't help but reach out to gently caress his face at those words, body filling up with some much adoration for the soldier in front of you.

"hey! what did i say about touching me. i have a partner!" simon scolds, trying to dodge your touch.

"simon, love... i am your partner. it's me, (name)." you reply with a laugh.

simon takes a good long look at you when you tell him this, he stares at you, looks you up and down before letting out a soft and quiet "oh."

you begin to hear the beeping of his heart rate monitor speed up, his cheeks turning slightly pink as he stares up at you.

you couldn't help but laugh a little more at this. what a sweet idiot. your sweet idiot.

[noisynaia]

𝑀𝑈𝐹𝐹𝐼𝑁𝑆 𝐴𝑁𝐷 𝐽𝐴𝑀

Written for the lovely @pedrostories Secret Santa event 2023

My dear giftee is @katiexpunk, hope you like it! 💕

pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader 

word count: 3.2k 

summury: You moved into your new house six months ago, and you love your new home. It is spacious and has a lovely little garden, and it also just so happens to include the hottest single dad with the sweetest little girl you’ve ever met as your new neighbors. Over the months you have gotten to know them more and more. Little Sarah has fallen head over heels for your labradoodle Sofie and often comes over to play with her in your garden, and as you have gotten to know him more and more, you have fallen head over heels for her father, Joel.

note: Pre/no outbreak. Next door neighbors. Fluff. Baking. This is the first fic i've written in seven months, so sorry for being super duper rusty. English isn't my native language. This was supposed to be something completely different, but my laptop broke, (the 'screen part' literally just fell off?!) so I didn't have near as much time for this as I would have preferred, so sorry if this seemed rushed (it sadly was). But nonetheless, happy holidays ya'll! I'm so happy to be back, and aiming to write much more again in the new year ♥︎

Joel stands in the kitchen, staring hopelessly at the empty sugar canister while cursing under his breath, feeling the dull pressure behind his eyes and nasal cavity which usually indicates an incoming tension headache. He had been sure that it was full, but no, it’s as empty as his hope for successfully making these damn muffins. The curse words escape his lips like a symphony of frustration, echoing off the empty walls of the kitchen. Joel can feel the frustration sinking into his bones. 

He had promised Sarah that he would bake muffins for her school function, despite not being a very good nor patient baker. But he would do anything to make his little girl happy. He had thought that they could bake them together, that it would be a fun father-daughter activity, but work and chores and Sarah’s soccer practice and honestly just life in general had gotten in the way of those plans. 

So now he stands here, the night before Sarah needs the muffins, without one of the most essential ingredients. It’s late, way past Sarah’s bedtime, who is sleeping soundly in her room.  Joel would  have to wake her up and take her with him if he’s going out to buy more sugar. But he really doesn’t want to wake her, she needs her sleep, but there is also no way in hell he’s leaving her alone while he runs to the store even if she’s just sleeping. 

As he stands here contemplating his options, you appear in his mind. You do that frighteningly often these days, and deep down he knows exactly why, but he has to suppress it. He is too busy, and too grown, to go around getting crushes on pretty women with cute dogs who move into houses next door to him, and who is always so sweet and funny, and who is so sweet and nice to his daughter, and…. No. He has to stop this. He shouldn’t think about you like this. 

He is mature enough to admit to himself that he is attracted to you, very attracted to you, but admitting to the feelings he has caught is a whole other can of worms, which he is not going to even attempt to look into. He is a single dad to a six year old, focused on taking care of his daughter and providing for her needs.

But in this moment, as he stands in the kitchen with an empty sugar canister mocking him, he feels a tug in his heart, a desperate need for help. He reluctantly gives in to the idea that perhaps you might have some sugar to spare… 

It would be nice to see you, but he also really doesn’t want to disturb you, and something about knocking at your door this late at night gives him a funny feeling in his stomach. 

Joel shakes his head, trying to clear his thoughts as he focuses on the task at hand. He glances at the clock on the wall, realizing that time is slipping away. With a sigh, he reluctantly decides that he has no choice but to go next door and ask you for some sugar.

As he walks across the lawn and up to your front door, Joel can feel his heart racing. Why does he feel so nervous about such a simple request? He hesitates for a moment, contemplating whether he should knock or just turn around and forget about the whole thing. But the thought of disappointing Sarah and ruining her school event pushes him forward.  He takes a deep breath and knocks on the door, attempting to calm his racing thoughts.

Shortly after, the door swings open, and there you are, standing with a warm smile on your face. Your eyes light up as you see Joel, and Sofie, your adorable dog happily greets him as well. Joel can’t help but feel his heartbeat quicken even more at the sight of you.

“Hi,“ you smile at him. “What brings you here at this hour?” you ask curiously.

Joel awkwardly shifts his weight from one foot to the other, his nerves getting the best of him. “I hate to bother you, but I’m in a bit of a jam. I promised Sarah I would bake muffins for a thing at her school tomorrow, but I ran out of sugar. Do you, by any chance, have some to spare?" 

Your smile widens, and you tilt your head slightly. “Of course, I’d be happy to help you out. Come on in, I’ll grab it for you.”

Joel breathes a sigh of relief as you invite him inside. He steps into your warm and inviting home, noticing the pleasant aroma from what he guess must be a scented candle or something of the sort. It feels comforting and familiar, contrasting with the chaos and frustration that he left behind in his own kitchen.

He follows you into your kitchen, taking in the sight of the cozy space. The countertops are clutter-free, and a few potted herbs sit on the windowsill, basking in the moonlight. It’s a stark contrast to his own kitchen, which is always a whirlwind of activity and unfinished tasks.

As you retrieve the sugar from your well-stocked pantry, Joel can’t help but admire the ease with which you move around the kitchen. Your familiarity with the tools and ingredients is evident, invoking a sense of calm in him. He wonders how you manage to maintain such a serene environment amidst the chaos of daily life.

Unable to contain his curiosity any longer, Joel finally musters the courage to ask, “How do you do it? How do you manage to keep everything so neat?”

You pause for a moment, a kind smile on your face as you hand Joel the sugar. “Well, for starters, I don’t have a kid," you chuckle, “and I guess it’s just about priorities, and since I work from home, I find that having a clean and organized space helps me stay focused and reduces unnecessary stress.”

Joel nods at your answer. He can’t help but admire how put-together you seem, both in your home and in your life. It’s something he strives for but often falls short of, with the chaos that comes with being a single parent. 

“You’re doing really well by the way,” you smile at him, interrupting his thoughts, as if you can sense his doubts. “Sarah is really lucky to have you.” Joel’s cheeks flush at your compliment, feeling a wave of gratitude wash over him. He never believed he was doing enough for Sarah, constantly doubting himself as a parent. But your words validate his efforts and provide a much-needed boost of confidence. “Thank you,” he says softly, a mixture of appreciation and relief lacing his voice. “I always worry that I’m not doing enough, that…” he pauses. 

Your expression is filled with understanding. “I can’t talk from experience, but I know that parenting is never easy. But trust me, Joel, Sarah knows how much you love her and how much you’re doing for her. And I think you are doing a wonderful job,” Joel’s eyes meet yours, and he sees genuine sincerity reflected in them. It’s as if a weight has been lifted off his shoulders, the burden of his self-imposed expectations slowly dissipating. You speak with such warmth and wisdom, Joel’s heart swells with gratitude for your presence in his life. He never imagined that a simple request for sugar would lead to such a meaningful conversation. 

“Thank you,” Joel says, his voice filled with genuine gratitude. “That means more to me than you’ll ever know.”

 You smile warmly at him, reaching out to gently squeeze his arm. “Joel, you’re a great dad. Don’t ever doubt yourself.” As Joel thanks you once again, he can’t help but feel a warmth spreading throughout his heart. It’s a feeling he hasn’t experienced in a long time, and it fills him with a sense of hope and possibility. Before he leaves, Joel can’t help but ask, “Would you wanna come over for dinner sometime? I am a much better cook than baker and Sarah has begged me to have you and Sofie over and visit.” 

You smile and nod, your eyes sparkling with excitement. “I would love that, Joel.” 

Joel feels a surge of warmth, at your smile. Thanking you again he turns to leave, sugar in hand, he musters up the courage to say one last thing. “I’m happy that it was you who moved in next to us.  It’s been nice getting to know you and having you around.”

You smile warmly, your eyes twinkling, and an almost bashful expression on your face which catches Joel a little off guard. “Likewise, Joel. I’m always here if you need anything, whether it’s sugar or just someone to talk to.” you add the last part with a teasing smile, but the sincerity in your words are clear. 

“I really appreciate that,” Joel says, his voice filled with sincerity. 

“And just so you know…” you give him a bashful smile.“That includes help with baking muffins.”  

Joel feels how his stomach does a flip as he understands what you’re saying. “Would you like to help me bake some muffins?”  

“I’d love to,” you say happily, your smile growing and Joel can’t help but feel a sense of excitement through his body. “I’ll be over at yours in ten, how’d that sound?” you ask. 

Joel’s heart leaps at the thought of spending more time with you. “Sounds good to me.” 

“Cool, see you in ten then.” You grin at him. Joel smiles back at you, feeling a sense of anticipation building within him. 

As Joel heads back to his house, sugar in hand  he can’t help but smile, he had been so tired and frustrated only a little while ago, but now he suddenly feels fully recharged. 

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Ten minutes… You have ten minutes to make yourself look somewhat decent, in a casual, ‘I’m just going over to my extremely attractive dilf neighbor whom I have a big fat stupid crush on’ way. No pressure at all. 

As you race to your bathroom to check yourself over in the mirror, you take a deep breath to calm your racing heart. You touch up your makeup, adding a touch of lip gloss and swipe on a new coat of mascara, you brush your teeth, and spritz on a little perfume. After making sure you look presentable, you opt for a comfortable yet cute outfit, realizing that you don’t want to come off as too overdone. 

Satisfied with your appearance, you grab a small container of homemade blueberry jam from your fridge. It may not be muffins, but it’s a sweet treat that you can bring to share. With jam in hand, you head out the door, your heart fluttering with anticipation.

As you approach Joel’s house, you can’t help but appreciate the calmness of the night. The moon shines brightly above, casting a soft glow on the neighborhood. You hear the faint sound of crickets chirping, and the warm breeze carries the scent of blooming flowers. Everything feels serene and magical, heightening your excitement.

You reach Joel’s doorstep and take a moment to collect yourself. You remind yourself to be casual and relaxed, even though your heart is pounding in your chest. With a steadying breath, you knock on the door.

Joel opens it with a warm smile, and you instantly feel at ease. His eyes light up as they land on you, and you can't help but blush under his gaze. “Hi,” he greets you softly. “I'm so glad you could make it.”

You return his smile, extending the container of blueberry jam towards him. “I brought some homemade jam. I thought it would be nice with the muffins and I remember Sarah telling me she loves blueberries.”

Joel's eyes widen in pleasant surprise, and his smile widens. “That is so thoughtful of you. Thank you, darlin’.”

‘Darlin’...’ Your heart flutters at the endearment as you step inside his house, the word falling so naturally from his lips. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee fills the air, mingling with the scent of warmth and comfort. It’s a homey and cozy feeling that instantly puts you at ease.

As you enter the kitchen, you notice the ingredients for the muffins laid out, ready to be used. There’s a twinkle of anticipation in Joel’s eyes as he gestures towards them. “Do you want to get started?”

You nod eagerly, not wanting to waste any more time. “Definitely. Let’s make these muffins amazing.”

For the next few hours, you and Joel work side by side, measuring ingredients, mixing, and chatting as you go. The conversation flows effortlessly between you, ranging from lighthearted jokes to more personal stories, and the atmosphere somehow turns more and more flirty, making excited butterflies flutter in your stomach. With each moment, you can feel the connection between you deepening, like ingredients coming together to create a perfect blend.

As the muffins bake in the oven, filling the kitchen with their delicious scent, the two of you take a well-deserved break. Joel pours two cups of coffee, and you find yourselves sitting at his kitchen table, sipping the warm brew in comfortable silence.

The soft glow of the overhead light casts a warm and cozy ambiance over the room. Despite the tiredness in his eyes from a long day, a smile tugs at the corners of Joel’s lips as he watches you take a sip of your coffee. There’s a comfortable silence that envelops the two of you, a sense of ease and contentment that comes from being in each other’s company.

As you set your cup down, you turn to Joel, your eyes filled with a mix of playfulness and sincerity. “You know, Joel, I have to say. These muffins wouldn’t have turned out as amazing as they did without your expert baking skills.” A teasing smirk dances on your lips.

Joel chuckles softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Well, I may have had a little help from a certain someone,” he says, a hint of affection lacing his voice.

You playfully nudge him with your shoulder. “Oh, so now I’m just your personal baking assistant, am I?” you retort, pretending to be slightly offended.

Joel’s smile widens, his eyes sparkling with humor. “No, no, not at all. You’re so much more than that,” he reassures you, his voice brimming with sincerity. “You’ve brought light into my life, darlin’. Ever since you moved in next door, things just feel...better.”

The warmth in Joel’s words seeps into your heart, igniting a deep stirring within you. A connection that goes beyond the simple act of baking muffins is forming between the two of you, growing stronger with each passing moment.

Before you know it, the timer for the muffins goes off, snapping both of you out of the gentle bubble you’ve created. You share a laugh, realizing that you may have gotten carried away in the moment.

Joel stands up and walks over to the oven, his movements fluid and confident. He takes a deep breath, a look of anticipation on his face. “Well, here goes nothing,” he mutters to himself as he opens the oven door and retrieves the tray of freshly baked muffins.

The delightful aroma wafts through the kitchen, filling the air with its tantalizing scent. Joel carefully sets the tray down on the counter, the muffins still warm to the touch. He reaches for a plate and begins arranging the muffins, creating a beautiful display.

You watch him with admiration, seeing the dedication and love he pours into everything he does. In that moment, you can’t help but feel an overwhelming surge of affection towards him.

As you join him by the counter, your hands instinctively reach out to brush against each other, sending a spark of electricity up your arms. Your eyes meet, and in that instant, everything else fades away. It's just the two of you, connected in a way that feels destined. 

Joel's gaze is warm as he gazes at you, and his voice is filled with sincerity as he speaks. "I just want you to know how grateful I am for your help, for everything. You've brought so much happiness into our lives."

You smile softly at him, feeling your heart swell with affection. “The feeling is mutual, Joel.”

Joel takes a step closer, his gaze unwavering and filled with a mix of vulnerability and longing. You can’t help but notice how his gaze keeps darting from your eyes to your lips, and you feel your own heartbeat quickens in response, but a sudden surge of bravery fills you as well. You can’t just be imagining this. “You can if you want, you know.” you whisper.

You can almost see how Joel’s breath catches in his throat by your words, his eyes widening slightly in surprise. He searches your face, trying to comprehend your words. “If I want...what?” he asks, his tone laced with both curiosity and hope.

A soft smile graces your lips as you reach out to gently take his hand in yours. “You can kiss me,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper. “If you want.”

“I want to, more than anything.” He brings his free hand up to gently cup your cheek, his fingers grazing your skin with tender affection.

With bated breath, the world seems to stand still as your faces draw closer together. The anticipation hangs in the air like an electric current, and as your lips finally meet, it feels like a rush of warmth cascading throughout your bodies.

The kiss is soft, tender, and filled with an underlying passion that has been building between you. It's a culmination of longing, uncertainty, and hope, all coming together in that single moment of connection.

As your lips move against each other, the outside world fades away, and all that matters is the tenderness you share. Time seems to stretch, allowing you to savor each second of this newfound intimacy.

When you finally break apart, breathing slightly heavier, Joel's eyes search yours, seeking reassurance and confirmation. "Was that okay?" he asks, his voice laced with vulnerability.

You smile warmly at him, a sparkle in your eyes. “More than okay,” you reply, your voice filled with sincerity. “It was everything I hoped it would be.”

A wave of relief washes over Joel as he pulls you into a gentle embrace, his arms enveloping you in a sense of security. Resting his chin on the top of your head, he whispers, “I'm glad, because I've been wanting to do that for a long time.”

And in that moment, as you stand in Joel's warm embrace, you realize that sometimes the sweetest moments in life come unexpectedly. As you snuggle into his embrace, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against your cheek, you can't help but be grateful for the empty sugar canister and the twist of fate that brought you together. Love has a funny way of sneaking up on people, and you can’t wait to see where this new chapter with Joel and Sarah takes you. With muffins in the oven and love blossoming in your hearts, this late-night adventure is just the beginning of a sweet, heartfelt journey together.

[lilirari]

new year's day

charles leclerc x gn! reader ☆ fluff ☆ food & alcohol ment ☆ 1.02k words ☆ heavily inspired by taylor swift's 'new year's day'.

💭 author's note : a very short & simple writing to start off the year ! i've gotten a bit rusty with written works tbh :( anyways 2024 will be charles' and ferrari's year !! 🤞 (delulu)

it was already past midnight, the leftovers and remains of a new year's party clearly evident in your apartment. there's glitter all over the place and empty bottles of alcohol, boxes of pizza, cans of soft drinks, and random polaroids littered the hardwood floor.

a sigh escaped your lips as you rubbed the temples of your forehead, a trash bag in hand. as you looked around the trashed apartment, your eyes landed on the only other person present there.

" you don't have to stay back, you know. " you pointed out, as the other person shook his head. " it's alright, y/n. it's the least i can do... especially after my friends absolutely wrecked your place. " charles mentioned, offering you an apologetic smile as he looked around the place.

you chuckled softly at his words as you waved your hand in dismissal. " it's all good, charlie. you don't have to apologise. i was the one who invited them anyways so i'll take the blame. although, i must admit that it was quite fun meeting them again. they were the life of the party, especially daniel. it would've been pretty boring without any of them so i don't really regret inviting them. "

charles laughed at your words, nodding his head in agreement. " that is true.. they do know how to party well. "

" hmm.. but charles, you really should go. do you really want to spend the first day of a new year cleaning up an apartment that's not even yours ? " you asked, your voice laced with concerned as you picked up a few empty cans and threw them inside the trash bag.

upon hearing your words, the monegasque man raised an eyebrow. " y/n, are you trying to get rid of me ? " he asked as he slumped his shoulders and folded his arms. " i'll have you know that i'm quite hurt by these words of yours. " he commented, pretending to be upset as you suppressed a laughter, trying your best not to crack at his antics.

" oh, you know it's nothing like that, charlie. but i'm just worried that i'll ruin your new year's day. like, you're supposed to be at home having a good rest right now but you're stuck with me here instead. and this is not really an ideal thing to be doing on the first day of the new year, y'know ? " you continued, voicing your concern over his stay as he just smiled.

" y/n, you're not getting rid of me. there's no point in telling me to leave because i won't. i've already made up my mind. i'm staying here and i'm going to help you until the end. "

there was something about the way he looked and smiled at you that made your heart skipped a beat and your breath hitched. he was always so kind to you, a true gentleman. and the fact that you had the biggest crush on him didn't help at all. as you felt your cheeks start to warm up, you quickly tried to cover it with a small cough. " fine. but you can't complain if you get tired, alright ? "

the sound of his laughter filled the room as he gave you a cheeky smile. " deal. "

the remaining hour went by rather silently, with only the sound of soft music playing in the background being heard. the two of you swept the floors, rearranged any of the furnitures which were out of place and picked up all the trash. the only conversation you had in between the clean-up was when charles found some funny polaroids the other drivers took, which made you both laugh until your stomachs ached and you had to cross your arms over your stomachs in an attempt to catch your breaths.

eventually, you somehow finished cleaning up the place and made it look like how it was before it got trashed. you held onto a mop for support as you sighed, the exhaustion from all the partying and the cleaning finally catching up to you.

charles walked back into the room, having gone out to throw the garbage bags into the bins on the street. " looks like our job's done. " he pointed out as his eyes scanned the room, which seemed to be devoid of any irregularities now and looked spotless. his eyes landed on you as you wiped away the sweat on your forehead. " tired ? "

you nodded at his words as you placed the mop back to its original place and walked up to the driver. " a little, yeah. but it was worth it. thank you for helping me out, charlie. i would've never finished cleaning all the mess in a short amount of time without you. " you extended your thanks, moving your lips slightly to indicate a smile.

" it's nothing, y/n. this is why i told you not to get rid of me. " he nudged your sides, showing you his pearly whites as he grinned. you playfully rolled your eyes at his words, before remembering something. " oh yeah, i forgot to ask you earlier. did you enjoy the party ? "

" i did. " charles muttered, his voice suddenly growing softer as he took a step forward. " there's one thing i regret not doing at the party though. "

" hmm ? what's that ? " you hummed, your eyes searching for an answer in his. nothing could've prepared you for his next words though as he placed a hand on your cheek, his eyes landing on your lips for a mere second before darting back to look at you. he took in a deep breath, as his thumb gently grazed your lower lip. " i really wished i had kissed you when the clock struck twelve. "

your eyes widened and you felt your heartbeat pick up it's pace. did he feel the same way about you as you felt about him ? there was only one way to find out. you boldly leaned in, closing the gap between the two of you as you looked into his eyes. " well, can't you kiss me now ? "

charles couldn't have been more happier to hear those words come out of your mouth as he immediately pressed his lips against yours, giving you the answer to your question through this action of his and a memorable way to begin a new chapter of your life.

© LILIRARI, 2024 ★

[j-ensenackles]

coming home

pairing: randy orton x fem!reader

summary: after 10 years away from the ring, you return for the first ever women's royal rumble. you begin to doubt yourself, and your husband randy comes to your aid.

word count: 1.2k

warnings: cursing, mentions of a back injury, some self-doubt, mentions of pregnancy and kids

a/n: thank you for the request, @thedoveesquire! i've never written for randy before, so i hope i did him justice!

The stadium shook with the roar of the crowd.

You could hear every cheer, every gasp, every burst of applause from your spot backstage.

You bit your fingernails — a nasty habit, as Randy always reminded you — as you watched the women in-ring on the monitor.

Your eyes kept straying to the ticking clock, to the impending number 30. To your return.

It had been 10 years since you’d been in the ring. 10 years since the WWE Universe had seen you. 10 years since a back injury stopped your career in its tracks.

Back then, you were nearing the top of the mountain. You had just gotten married to Randy Orton the year before, and the two of you were making waves — separately and together — on the roster. You were first in line for the first ever Divas Championship, and glory was within your grasp.

It was during that title match with Michelle McCool that you had everything in an instant… and had lost it just as quickly.

Towards the end of the match, Michelle threw you into the steel steps. The sharp edge of the stairs hit you right in the spine and you knew something was wrong. It seemed like your life was flashing before your eyes. A decision was before you: quit now or push through?

You pushed through. Probably a mistake, if the many doctors you had seen over the years were to be listened to, but you pushed through and became the first ever Divas Champion.

And then…

You had to give it up. The next day, you relinquished your title to Michelle. She undeniably deserved it, there was no doubt about that. It was just embarrassing and heartbreaking to give up your title, especially because you had only had it for 24 hours. But you couldn’t fight. You were out of commission.

Reluctantly and with a lot crying on Randy’s shoulder, you retired.

In the interim years, you focused on rehabilitating your back with hopes of a one-day return to the ring.

And then you got pregnant. You were over the moon, and Randy was too. Your son was a complete life changer, a ray of sunshine in your cloudy world.

A few years after, you had your daughter — another bright spot in your life. Beautiful and bubbly (with a definite splash of Randy’s attitude) your daughter just enhanced an already blessed life.

Being a mom took over your life. And with side hustles and helping Randy with his work, you found yourself busy. Content. There was always that faint hope in the back of your mind of being in the ring again, but you were truly happy.

Then you got the call. Honestly, you weren’t even fully listening to the words that were being spoken over the phone, you were so in shock. You only got buzzwords and phrases — “first ever Women’s Royal Rumble,” “history,” “return,” “we need you.”

You said yes without a second thought. It was only after you hung up that the doubts crept in.

Were you too old? Would you be rusty? Would the WWE Universe even care about you anymore? It had been 10 years since you had last wrestled, after all.

Your back was another issue. You had technically been cleared years ago, but you still worried. It only took one wrong move to throw your life off track.

You expressed these fears to Randy, of course, and he smirked, his reply simple —

“You’re the Y/N. You’re gonna kick ass.”

So here you found yourself, about to enter the first ever Women’s Royal Rumble.

“Stop biting your nails,” A voice sounded behind you.

You turned, finding Randy leaning against a post, arms crossed over his chest and signature smirk on his lips.

“Sorry. I’m nervous,” you replied sheepishly.

Randy’s features softened. He pushed off the wall and made his way to you.

“I know, honey,” he smiled softly, “But if anyone can do this, it’s you.”

You matched his smile, “Thank you.”

Randy could see there were still doubts plaguing you. He knew you too well.

He gently cradled your face in his hands, directing you to look at him, “You’re a badass. A badass wife, a badass mother, and a badass wrestler. You’re going to go out there and show the world that you haven’t lost an ounce of your greatness.”

You sighed, “But what if they don’t like me? Worse, what if they don’t remember me?”

You hated the way you sounded so insecure, so defeated.

“Y/N, listen to me. You are a pioneer in this industry. A staple. You made history 10 years ago winning the Divas Championship, and you’ll make history today in the first ever Women’s Royal Rumble. They’ve missed you. They still love you. Trust me, I hear ‘We love Y/N’ chants more than I hear chants for me.”

You chuckled.

“You can do anything you set your mind to. I’ve seen you do it,” Randy continued.

You smiled, tears filling your eyes. You were so grateful Randy could read you so well and was able to calm your unease effortlessly.

“God, you’re such a sap, Randy,” you joked, blinking your tears back in an attempt to keep your makeup intact.

Randy rolled his eyes, “That may be true, but only when it comes to you.”

He pulled you into his arms, resting his chin on your head.

You glanced at the screen. Number 29 — Bayley — was entering now. You were next. It was now or never. You let out a shaky breath, steeling yourself.

Randy kissed your forehead, “I love you, Y/N. Go make some history.”

You smiled, feeling the confidence Randy instilled in you. He was right — you could do anything. Wrestling was one of your great loves (apart from Randy and the kids) and you were going to go out there and show it.

The seconds ticked by and before you knew it, your music hit.

You squeezed Randy’s hand one last time and made your way out.

If you thought the crowd was going crazy before, that was nothing compared to now (“The biggest pop of the night,” Randy would later brag).

The entire arena was on their feet, screaming and shouting their surprise and happiness. Any doubt you had left after Randy’s speech completely evaporated with the (more than) warm welcome from the fans.

You ran down the ramp, fueled by the excitement of the audience. You hopped in the ring, throwing woman after woman over the ropes, barely seeing anything in front of you. Pure adrenaline ran through you.

The crowd was so loud you could barely hear yourself think, but one cheer in particular caught your attention.

“Let’s go mommy! Let’s go mommy!” You turned abruptly, catching the eyes of your son and daughter in the front row, bright smiles on their faces.

Tears threatened to spill yet again. Gratefulness filled your heart. You were here, in your favorite place in the world, doing your favorite thing, surrounded and supported by your favorite people.

You sent your son and daughter a wave, blowing them a kiss.

The crowd’s chants for you were as loud as ever —

“Welcome back! Welcome back!”

You were home.

[creweemmaeec11]

Sick and Saved

A story I wrote for Aura <3 Hope you enjoy it love! @thelazywitchphotographer Honestly, this is far from the best thing I've ever written... I'm clearly REALLY rusty. But I hope you enjoy it anyway!

Civilian stumbled, catching themselves against the brick wall of the alley as their world spun. They knew they should have stayed home today. But they were apparently much sicker than they thought. Their head was pounding, body alight with heat and their legs didnt seem to want to cooperate with walking.

They leaned forward, pressing the burning skin of their forehead against the cold stone, seeking relief. They finally gave up trying to stand, slumping down against the wall, closing their eyes. Their bag landed next to them. They felt nauseous. The world felt like it was spinning. Their joints ached.

"Are you alright?"

A voice echoed from the end of the alley.

Civilian didn't answer, barely cognizant of the sound over the pounding in their skull and shaking in their limbs. It wasn't until they heard the sound of footsteps approaching that they forced their eyes open.

And the sight made their feverish blood run cold.

Villain's feet padded quietly toward them, a strange expression of what looked like concern on their face.

"Are you okay?" They asked when they got a bit closer, assuming civilians hadn't heard them the first time.

Civilian tried to shift further down the ally and away from the approaching villain, using the wall behind them for support, but only made it an inch or two before their strength was gone. They felt so dizzy.

"Ple...please..." they managed, fear evident in their voice as they pushed their bag toward the villain who had just stopped a foot in front of them. "Just- just take-"

Civilian wasn't even sure how much money they had in their wallet, but they sure weren't about to put up a fight for it in their current state.

The villain slowly knelt down, pushing civilian's bag to the side and out of their way gently, "I don't want anything from you. But you look really unwell. Are you hurt?"

Civilian was straining to understand the villain's words through the rushing sounds in their ears. They didn't make any sense. Why would a well known villain be asking if they were alright? They knew they weren't in any position to argue, however.

"M'fine," they slurred, "Just a.... mine- minor cold,"

Civilian forced their eyes shut. Despite the obvious danger in front of them, their double vision was making them feel even more nauseous.

"This hardly looks like a minor cold," villain replied softly, looking over the civilian in front of them, "you're about as pale as a sheet, I can practically feel the fever you're radiating from here, your pupil's are dilated, your breathing is heavy and uneven, I don't think I need to go on."

Civilian shook their head, though they weren't sure what exactly they were disagreeing to. All they knew was that they didn't want any of this. Their vision was going grainy around the edges. Their head was starting to feel heavy.

"Hey, stay with ------------ is just around the block ------------- can ---- stand ------------------------- forgive -------------------------- help ---,"

That was the last thing civilian heard before their world completely faded into black.

Villain sighed, eyes wandering over the unconscious civilian in front of them. They'd gotten them home and tucked into the guest room, where they were currently sleeping soundly. The civilian certainly looked more comfortable wrapped up in the plush blankets than slumped in an ally, but that certainly didn't mean they looked *good*.

They were especially pale and shivering slightly. Their breathing was shallow, rapid and raspy.

The villain leaned forward, adjusting the cold cloth that was resting on civilian's head after brushing their hair out of the way. They were about to pull back when they felt something catch their sleeve gently.

Villain froze for a moment, "it's okay, you're okay-" they immediately began to reassure, remembering just how scared the civilian had been of them earlier and assuming they would be again now.

"Don't stop...." civilian whimpered quietly.

"Don't..." villain echoed in confusion. Only realizing what civilian was asking for when another tug on their sleeve brought their hand closer to civilian's hair.

Villain subconsciously held their breath, reaching forward to brush their fingers through civilian's hair again gently.

The villain may have been the convict out of the two, yet civilian undeniably incriminated themselves at the way the instinctively relaxed at the villain's touch.

The villain swallowed thickly. Civilian was clearly so delirious from their cold they had forgotten about their circumstances. Perhaps they should use it to their advantage now before their guest came to their senses.

"How are you feeling?" Villain questioned softly, fingers dragging through their guests tussled hair.

"Can we cuddle?"

The question came so abruptly it made the criminal's hand freeze. The villain blinked, processing what they'd been asked, only to then reprocess it again, convinced they must have misheard it the first time.

"Uhm-"

"Please?" Civilian blinked, looking up at the villain with pleading doe eyes.

Villain hesitated. When they decided to use civilian's delirium to their advantage, they'd meant as a way to *help* their guest. They didn't want to take advantage *of* them. If this is something civilian would never do while thinking straight, would it be wrong of villain to indulge them?

"Okay...." the criminal caved under the puppy eyes staring up at them.

Slowly, just incase civilian suddenly came to their senses or changed their mind, villain crawled under the covers next to them.

They hesitated before touching their guest, unsure, but luckily for them civilian made the first move for them, apparently being tired of waiting. They turned over, snuggling into the villain's chest.

The criminal in question nearly stopped breathing for a second. Slowly, they raised their hand, gently running it up and down civilian's back. Hesitantly at first, before slowly relaxing into the motion.

"Thank you...." Civilian mumbled sleepily, brain foggy and clouded. They held onto their host's shirt, snuggling in as close as they could get. They were so *warm*. It made civilian feel so safe and cozy.

The criminal opened their mouth to say something, but their guest was far too deep into dreamland to hear it.

They huffed, raising their hand to rake through civilian's bangs. It was nice, actually. The physical contact. It had been so long, they'd forgotten how nice it was, and perhaps stuck in denial of how badly they yearned for it.

So, they settled back. Surely it wouldn't hurt anyone to allow themselves to enjoy it, just a little bit.

Frankly, villain would be surprised if their guest even remembered this come morning.

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When civilians cracked their eyes open, the banging in their head seemed to have subsided. They still felt awful, and thus were in no rush to get out of bed. They sighed, sinking back down into the sheets-

Wait. Sheets? They didn't remember going to sleep-

Villain!

Civilian bolted upright, the abrupt movement causing both memories and blood to flood their brain in equal parts. They'd been in an alley....

With difficulty, they blinked their eyes open, looking around the small but cozy bedroom that definitely wasn't theirs.

But.... they had the vaguest memories of this room.

It was so blurry.

They'd.... woken... villain had asked....

Suddenly, a wave of horror and embarrassment washed over them like a tsunami. They remembered, and it hit them like a truck.

Cuddling. They'd asked a *villain* to *cuddle* with them.

What was weirder? The villain had said *yes.*

Their heart pounded as they remembered being cuddled up to a villain's chest, being so cozy and safe feeling.....

Their face was on fire.

Suddenly the door to their room creaked open, and villain slinked through, holding a glass of water. Their eyes immediately fell to their guest.

"Oh! You're awake!" they exclaimed, "how are you feeling?"

Civilian choked on the words in their throat. They had so much to say. They had nothing to say. What *could* they say?

"I- uh-"

The criminal's features sobered as they misattributed the hesitation in the other's voice, "It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you. You don't-"

"I'm so sorry!" Civilians blurt out suddenly.

The villain furrowed their brows, tilting their head to the side, "Sorry? For what?"

"I- for.... for last- for the- for-" they stumbled, making aimless gestures with their hands.

The villain blinked, processing, before it hit them, and they chuckled quietly, "Oh, you actually remember that? I'm surprised. I didn't figure you'd recall anything during your sick induced delirium," they smirked, continuing to walk towards the other to set the water on the nightstand next to the bed, "But either way, you've nothing to apologize for, I didn't mind. Besides, even if I wanted to say no-" they reached forward, adjusting the blankets slightly, "kinda hard to say no to those puppy eyes of yours," they finished with a small wink.

Civilian somehow blushed even harder, heart thumping in their chest, "even if you wanted to say no...?" They echoed, eyes wide as their foggy brain struggled to catch up, "I- you.... *didn't want* to say no?"

Civilians had been under the impression their host had merely reluctantly indulged them.

This time, it was the criminal's turn to blush, a light pink dusting their cheeks, "aha- well... no," they shrugged, "It was... nice...." they turned away slightly to hide their face, "It had been so long, most people are too afraid to have any kind of contact with me... so,"

They shrugged again, making their way back toward the door, "Regardless, you were delirious, which is the only reason it happened anyway, so it doesn't matter now. But, now that you are awake, can I get you anything?"

"Oh! Uhm-" civilian strained, raising a hand to the side of their head, "A tylonal or two for this headache would be very nice," they asked sheepishly.

"Sure thing!"

A moment later, the villain returned, laying the bottle of pills on the nightstand next to them, "Just in case you need more later,"

"Oh, thank you! Thank you for.... all your help,"

"It's no problem," the villain replied, giving a small smile, "If you need anything else, just call out, and I'll be in earshot-"

"Wait!" Civilian called out, stopping the criminal as they began to make their way to the door.

"Yeah?" Their guest asked in confusion.

"I- uhm- well- its just-" they stumbled, tripping over their words and growing more and more red, "you- you said you wouldn't have wanted to say no last time- s-so, I was just thinking- like- if you wanted- then maybe-"

Villain's eyes widened when it finally clicked, "I- wait, really? Are you sure?"

"If you don't want to!" They started in panic.

"No, no, I didn't say that! I'm just... surprised," they fidgeted nervously, blushing slightly, "but yeah... I- I can do that,"

[sphireath-wisp]

#Lover, Lover!

Sypnosis: Calling them by a pet name for the first time? Make sure you get a good look at their reactions!

Warnings: I'm very rusty so the writing is probably terrible, not proofread, messy tenses, and the reader is perhaps implied to be more on the feminine side, Sanji's part is kinda shorter than the others

Featuring: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji x GN! reader

Luffy

You step out of the kitchen, wiping the sweat off of your forehead as you take a breath of fresh air. The aromatics of sweet desserts and mountains of meat filled the air, specially prepared and cooked to perfection by Sanji.

Normally, Luffy would already be in the kitchen, vacuuming all of the food on the table into his stomach before anyone else could arrive. This time though, he happened to be out and off exploring the island with Robin and Ussop keeping him in check. You could've gone with him - since he did insist and whine so much. However, Franky needed an extra hand or two, so you volunteered.

"Do you like Franky more than me? :(("

"Hey, hey Nami! When is Lu supposed to be back?" Nami smirked at the nickname, her suspicions of your budding relationship growing.

"The captain should be back around now actually," She flips through the newspaper in her hand, brown eyes scanning through it. "Sanji's already finished cooking, right? I practically smell the food from here, so Luffy and that extreme hunger of his should be able to as well."

You laugh and thank her, strolling over to the side of the Sunny. As if right on cue, you hear the loud stomps of sandals against the sand.

"Luffy!" You smile, waving your hands at him, joy bursting in you, "Sweetheart, food's ready!"

His smile grows even bigger whilst you immediately cover your mouth to process what you just said - it just slipped out of your mouth. Shades of pink adorn his cheeks, and his already racing heart moving around beats faster. Luffy wasn't sure what it was exactly, but it felt weirdly warm in his body whenever he saw you.

He doesn't know exactly why, but it just felt right to return the favor, "(Name)! Babe!"

You feel rubbery arms wrap around your hip, throwing you off of your feet. Instinctively, your grip tightens on the railing, reeling Luffy up instead of pulling you off of the Sunny. The impact of Luffy's landing causes the both of you to tumble off of your feet, slipping and landing right onto the grass patch on the Sunny.

"Luffy..." One hand holds the side of your head, the other is used to lightly elbow him, "I'm not calling you 'sweetheart' anytime soon."

Zoro

"All I wanted was just a burger..." You sighed as you punched the marine in front of you away, who knew being a pirate would be this troublesome? Though, who could blame you for being a pirate on a whim - that captain of yours made such a tempting offer! Treasure? Free food? Adventures? It sounded great.

Kicking away another marine, you began reminiscing the times you bit into that juicy meat patty - just the thought made your stomach grumble. Oh, just imagine, the meat melting in your mouth, the creamy cheese paired with it. Plus the lettuce adds that extra crunch.

You ducked under the marine and got rid of the last one. Crouching down and holding your stomach, you groan.

"Yo, you okay?" You snap out of your trance, staring up at Zoro who had just placed his swords back into their respective sheaths. The concerned purse of his lips and furrow of his eyebrows told you that he thought you had gotten hurt.

You nod, "I'm just hungry and I've been craving a burger ever since the last island we visited." You chuckle to yourself. A hand reaches out to you and he helps you up on both of your feet.

"You wanna grab a bite to eat? I'll pay." He didn't let go of your hand, thumb rubbing your knuckles. His eyes scanned you from head to toe, making sure you didn't get hurt anywhere else.

You grin at his offer, wiping off a small trail of blood on his face with your finger and cupping his cheek in the process, "Thanks, babe. Let's go then!" You proceed to drag him by the wrist to find some food.

Zoro doesn't even realize the pet name he's been assigned, but boy, back on the Sunny as he thinks about the time he spent with you, you can expect the crew to tell you about how Zoro suddenly turned bright red out of nowhere. Chopper even asked if he had a fever.

He honestly doesn't mind, it's just that - hearing you call him by a pet name for the first time is... new. Sooner or later, expect him to call you babe back though.

Sanji

Oh man, he already calls you darling, sweetheart, the love of my life, etc. all on a daily basis. Just imagine the heart attack he would have if you actually did call him by a pet name!

Or so Robin mused. For a second, Chopper was wondering if the both of you were planning on Sanji's death with this plan of yours.

He'll be fine, right? It's not as if your breathtaking looks and entrancing voice would kill him! It's not as if he could fall in love with you a million times without getting tired of staring at your face. It's not as if Sanji adores you to heaven (and probably the depths of hell) and beyond!

"(Name)-swan, the forever love of my life! (Robin)-chan~!" He dramatically twirls in your direction delicately placing your refreshments on the table, "Please tell me if you need anything else." He smiles specifically at you.

You glance at Robin. She approves and nods.

You place your hand on him, gazing in his direction. The ends of your lips curve upwards naturally without you thinking. "Thank you, love. You're such a sweetheart."

Sanji eyes form into hearts. Blood rushes to his nose. It's almost astounding to see the fountain of red covering the lower half of his face - in fact, it's concerning.

He feels his heart pound like a drum in his chest, so loud that he could hear it. "(Name)-swan," He claps your hands between both of his with a grip so soft - it felt like he was treating your skin like porcelain, "I'm so lucky to be able to experience this moment, to be called so lovingly by such an irresistible person-"

Sanji continues to ramble, but you can't seem to decide whether to focus on the puddle of blood under you or his words that capture your heart.

You glance over to Robin who was supposed to be sitting across from you, but she's gone. You hope she went to call Chopper because Sanji MIGHT actually lose too much for his own good (or perhaps you're just too pretty for your own good).

[untoldstar]

Hello, I really loved your Yan butler OC

What if a princess reader actually became queen of their country and now she has to face an arranged engagement?

male! yandere butler x fem! royalty reader

warning: fem reader obsessive tendencies, yandere themes, murder, death, mentions of blood,

y’all guess who’s back from the dead! please excuse my rusty writing it's been a while</3

"Corsets are generally known to take your breath away but I can't help but think the added pressure is your doing Charles" You let out a breathless chuckle, he pauses, his hands halting in the air until he hesitantly continues tying your corset, relieving some of the pressure "My apologies..I seem to have gotten lost in my thoughts" he murmurs and clears his throat, you stay quiet for a beat as your initial worry grows "You've acting strangely for some time now, Charles. I'm growing worried" your eyebrows knit together as you look at him through the mirror in front of you, his eyes glance up to meet yours before returning them to his task "I suppose I've been slightly worn out, after all our schedule has been hectic as of your..latest decision" his voice deepens towards the end of his sentence "I know that's not the true reason, tell me, what has been bothering you?" you ask, unable to conceal the concern laced in your voice, you were so incredibly kind, even at this moment when he's dropping your title while speaking and avoiding your gaze you only offer him your kindness and that only causes him greater pain because that kindness will be for another man from here on out.

His hands drop to his side "Tell me, your highness" his eyes meet yours in the mirror and you nearly flinch at the sight, his face is entirely devoid of emotions and his eyes are dark sending shivers down your spine "Do you truly believe that this engagement is a wise decision?" he asks in a low voice, his eyes never leaving yours, you furrow your brows "of course I-" your words are caught in your throat as he lowers his head next to your ear, his voice dropping to a whisper "And do you believe it's..safe?" un uneasy feeling pools in your stomach at his question "..Why wouldn't it be safe?" he stays quiet for a few seconds before replying "Oh, no reason for it to not be safe I'm merely..concerned" he steps closer "After all this is a man who we don't know much about except what he chooses to show" you stay quiet "And who doesn't know much about you either..are you certain he's suitable?" your eyes harden, irritation consuming you at his endless questioning "There's no reason to question my decision, I know what is right for me and my kingdom" you train your eyes on his "Are those all your concerns?" he smiles flatly "yes, your highness" "good" you nod, a firm expression set on your face, Charles stays quiet for the rest of the time that he helps you get ready.

Later that evening you share a drink with your soon-to-be husband, Christopher Alpin, a very handsome and powerful king whose alliance with will benefit your kingdom greatly.

You both talk over the details of your wedding as the crowd enjoys itself with dancing, drinking, and mingling. Amongst that crowd is a certain unhappy butler who watches you with burning intensity, paying attention to where your fiancé's eyes drift, where his hand touch, the smiles you're sharing, watching you with him is slowly killing him and the thought that soon this man will be touching you, waking up next to you and spending every moment with you is too much for him to bear, it's completely wrong, that man in your future is out of place so as your loyal butler it's his duty to make everything perfect to you.

Just as the king excuses himself from the ballroom Charles wastes not a single second in following him quietly through the halls.

minutes pass and you grow worried, you decide to search for Christopher fearing he got lost in the castle, you search all the rooms until one room is left, your bedroom, as you near the bedroom you see your door slightly ajar and catch a glimpse of a few droplets of blood. your heart starts racing, you stand still for a few seconds, the fear of what could possibly be in your bedroom grounding you in place. You take a deep breath and move closer to the door, slowly opening it wider, you gasp and a sob breaks out of your throat at the sight, mere inches from you is your fiancé lying in a pool of his own blood with a large slit on his throat "ah your highness!" you flinch at the cheery voice, Charles is sitting on the edge of your bed, a smile plastered on his face, you attention drift to his usually white gloves covered in red, adrenaline and fear picks up in your chest as you turn on you heal to run before Charles is up and holding you back in a few seconds, he shuts the bedroom door and locks it, trapping you against it "I..don't understand why you're running away, I fixed it all can't you see?!" you swallow, your voice barely able to come out as steady as you want it to "Charles..what have you done..what are you talking about?" he presses himself against you "you don't have to marry him anymore, he was filthy! he didn't know anything about you, he didn't deserve you!" you don't reply, you stand stunned as you see Charles ramble with a manic expression "now it's finally just the two of us once again" he wraps his arms around you and burries his head in your neck inhaling deeply "I feel much more at ease now with you in my arms, don't worry I shall take care of everything.."

"won't you let me serve you?"

[archangeldyke-all]

Hello Angel!!!

Perhaps Cowboy Sev breaking older Vi and Jinx out of jail. After so many years Sev would be so rusty that she needs reader to help too. Go wild with the shenanigans they get up too. Could bring back Silco and the boys to help legally maybe. Hilarious if somehow Vi got in trouble trying to impress Caitlyn and somehow managed to get Jinx involved. Also funny if Sev and reader meet Caitlyn as Vi’a girlfriend during this break out HAHHAHA

Pls I’m obsessed with cowboy Sevika HELP ME

Thank youuuuu

this is SOOOOOO cute such a good idea i'm crying.

men and minors dni

ten years into marriage, fifteen years into your relationship, eight years with the girls, five with them legally yours, and sevika finally retires.

there was no need for her to work at the ranch in the first place. the amount of loot she'd stolen and stored in your inn (both in your room hidden beneath the floorboards and in the rafters, and buried beneath your side garden) was enough to take care of you for ten lifetimes to come. but, sevika was used to spending her day on shimmer's back, and she needed something to do with her free time once she gave up her life of crime.

but now, things have changed. sevika's ready to settle down and spend her days in the inn with you. the girls are growing up, vi being sixteen and powder being twelve-- they'll be living their own lives soon, and sevika wants to be around to keep you company as you transition into empty nesters.

shimmer died last winter. the four of you spent her last days cuddled up beside her in the stable, feeding her sugar cubes by the handful, saying your final goodbyes to sev's trusty mare. she rests behind the side garden now, marked by a big stone vi and jinx engraved.

old man ernie died too, leaving his ranch to his son. when he took over, he offered to let sev keep her job, but she declined. she was ready to retire.

she's been adjusting to retired life really well.

she loves working behind the bar in the evening, chatting with locals who stop in for a drink and swapping stories with some of your shadier guests in the in.

she's gotten really into reading-- especially smutty paperback romances.

when she gets restless cooped up in the inn, you send her out to ride the new foal-- a sweet young horse the girls decided to name teddybear.

it's been great having sev around all the time. especially for your sex lives.

speaking of your sex lives, you and sevika have been having a particularly fun week. the girls took teddybear out on a trip to a town two days ride south. they're meeting up with mylo and claggor there to catch the traveling circus. and it's summer time, which is always your slow season, and as of two days ago-- you've got no guests. you and sevika have been having a fucking blast, fucking on any and every flat surface you can find. your legs have been like jelly all week long.

it's been paradise.

"what're you smilin' at?" sevika mumbles from her side of the bed. you grin, turning on your side to stare at your sleepy wife. it's the crack of dawn, not even the rooster is awake yet. just you and the crickets, singing through the open windows.

"you're awake." you say. sevika smiles.

"i am indeed. c'mon, what's got you smilin' all pretty, darlin'?" she asks again, yawning to punctuate her question.

you scooch forward to kiss her nose, and sevika grins, her eyes scrunching closed.

"what i've been smilin' at for the past fifteen years, baby." you say. sevika chuckles.

"havin' sweet dreams about me?"

"more like flashbacks to last night." you say, waggling youreyebrows salaciously. sevika laughs.

"mmm, knew we'd break the bedframe one'a these days." sevika says with a proud little smile. you giggle and sit up on your elbows to look over at the broken bedframe stacked against the wall beside where the two of you sleep-- on the mattress on the floor.

"shit, sev that was oak, can't believe you fucked me through oak." you laugh. sevika nods cockily.

"damn right i did." she says. you giggle and fall back down to bed, snuggling against her chest. "how're you feeling?" she asks.

you snort. "well, i don't think i'm gonna be able to walk straight for a few days, and i woke up giggling, so... i'm better than i've been since our honeymoon." you say.

sevika grins, her sweet little gap makes your heart melt, and she smacks your ass.

"fuck, i love you." she sighs. you giggle and kiss her neck.

"love you too."

you guys drift off to sleep in each other's arms.

an hour later, the rooster crows, and you both wake up smiling again.

"morning." sevika mumbles. you kiss her lips.

"morning."

"i'll fetch some fresh water if you start breakfast?" sevika offers.

"will you let the chickens out?" you ask. sevika nods.

"duh." she says. you grin.

"deal."

you guys move slowly, lazily rubbing your eyes and yawning as you wash your faces and brush your teeth, stretching and kissing between each article of clothing you pull over your naked bodies, luxuriating in the slow morning all to yourselves.

sevika laughs at the limp in your step, and you pinch the bruises you left on her shoulders in revenge.

you fry up some eggs and hashbowns, watching through the window over the stove as sevika pumps fresh water from the well, watering your garden, the chickens, and finally lugging two buckets inside for the two of you to share.

you guys eat breakfast on the front porch, cuddled together on the porch swing violet 'found' for the two of you a few years ago. (you're pretty sure she stole it off sheriff marcus' front porch, but violet hasn't admitted it yet, and the sheriff's still too scared of you and sev to say anything.)

"how do you think the girls're doin'?" you ask as you sip your coffee. sevika snorts.

"i knew you were gonna ask that." she teases. you roll you eyes and sevika leans over to press a kiss to your temple. "they're fine. you know they're fine." she says. you huff.

"i know, i just miss 'em." you say. sevika laughs.

"i do, too, darlin'." she says.

sevika leans in to kiss you, and you sigh against her, quickly melting against her lips. she licks against your lips and you hum, opening your mouth for her to slide her tongue into your mouth--

"ahem!" a voice calls.

you and sevika pull apart, necks snapping to the stairs in front of you where a teenage girl stands, blushing and rubbing the back of her neck.

sevika clears her throat in embarrassment. you giggle.

"how can we help you, honey?" you ask the girl. her eyes dart up to you, quickly shooting between you and sevika, back to you, and then sevika again.

"uh..." she chokes out. she squeezes her eyes shut and shakes her head, before taking a deep breath. "s-sorry to inturrupt ma'am, i just-- d-do you happen to know a mylo and claggor? or violet and jinx, percha-"

"oh fuck." sevika groans. the girl squeaks at the curse, and you chuckle. "what did those shits get themselves into now?" she asks.

she blinks. "uhm. jail, miss." she says.

you blink.

sevika's jaw drops.

the girl clears her throat. "a-about thirty miles south of here in a small town call--"

"what did they do?" sevika groans. "i trained them for every scenario, how the fuck did they get caught?!" she whines.

you blink again, spots in your vision popping up.

"uh... they shot the sheriff?" she says.

you gasp.

sevika laughs.

"shit." she says, somewhat impressed. "on purpose?" she asks, her eyebrow raising.

you feel lightheaded.

"n-no ma'am. accident. he's still alive-- but he's sentenced them to hang at the end of the week..."

that's the last thing you hear before you black out.

you wake up in bed, sevika nervously hovering over you, pressing a wet cloth to your forehead.

"wha--"

"you passed out."

"jinx and vi--" you snap up in bed, scrambling to your feet. sevika's beside you in an instant, steadying you as you're knees threaten to give out beneath you.

"it's oka--"

"sevika don't you dare say 'it's okay' to me right now!" you snap. she shuts her mouth.

footsteps start up the steps, and you look over your shoulder, where the teenager from before appears, a fresh bucket of water in her hands.

she freezes at the top of the steps, taking in the tense environment she walked in, then turning red as a tomato when she tries to avert her eyes from you and sevika, and makes direct eyecontact with the broken bedframe behind the two of you.

you would laugh at the poor, flustered girl. now though, she just reminds you a bit of the first time violet saw you and sev kiss, and that just makes you want to vomit.

"caitlyn, here," sevika starts in an irritatingly annoying voice, "was hanging out with the kids at the circus, right cait?" sevika asks. caitlyn nods.

"i live in town." she explains.

"and when they got arrested, cait was the only one who got away. violet told her to come get us, right cait?" sevika asks again. caitlyn clears her throat.

"i rode through the night. i also sent a telegraph to a mr. silco?" she says. you blink.

"right. and we're all gonna meet in town, and we're gonna figure something out, okay baby?" she asks. you gulp.

"sevika--"

"honey, i'm not gonna let anyone put a damn finger on our kids." she says firmly. you look away from the teenager to take in the steely sincerity of your wife's eyes, and you gulp. she gently reaches up to cup your face. "c'mon, have a little faith in me, darlin'" she coos, melting into a soft smile. you sigh shakily. "i'm the fuckin' weary woman of the west-- what's a little jailbreak, huh?"

you take a deep breath and lean forward to press your forehead against hers.

"we're gonna need a few horses." you say. sevika grins.

"i'm way ahead of you." she says.

grayson was happy to lend you two horses and buggies, almost crying at the thought of the girls in trouble. she promised to come over every day to care for your chickens and garden while you were away, and you thanked her profusely before riding the animals home faster than you've ever ridden-- anxious to get back.

when you arrive, it's to caitlyn and sevika waist deep in the dirt behind your garden, a few yards away from where shimmer lays. for the first time since caitlyn's arrived, you laugh.

sevika's pulls a crate out of the ground prying it open with a crowbar. as she opens the crate, she reveals dozens of sticks of dynamite, and she grins up at you with a proud smile. you giggle, and roll your eyes. caitlyn shoots out of the hole, terrified by the explosives.

"i'm gonna pack up some food for the trip." you nod to your house. "come help me kid." you say. the girl nods eagerly, sprinting away from the dynamite. sevika laughs.

you guys pack quickly, visiting the cellar for cans of food, gathering the essentials for travel, a couple blankets and quilts, a pack of matches, canteens and jugs of water. while you're folding some clothes, both for you and sevika as well as jinx and powder, you break down into tears.

caitlyn flounders around you for a few seconds, and you try desperately to collect yourself, but you can't quite manage.

the girl gently, awkwardly pats your shoulder.

you turn around and hug her impossibly close to your chest. she squeaks.

"fuck. shit." you cry. you take a few deep breaths, squeezing the girl in your arms, before letting her go. "sorry." you say, dropping your hands at your sides. "thank you." you sob. "for coming to get us."

caitlyn blinks, then wraps her arms around you, pulling you toward her this time. you giggle through your laughs against her shoulder and she gently rubs your back.

"violet told me you'd freak out." she says... "you remind me of my mom."

"oh, fuck, do your parents know where you are?" you gasp, pulling away. caitlyn laughs.

"yes." she says. you raise an eyebrow at her and she sighs. "okay, no. but they think i'm safe, at the circus, they won't be looking for me for a while." she swears.

"you stupid fucking kids." you groan.

you leave town at noon, and ride until midnight. the trip is solemn, nobody tries to talk much.

sevika's got this look in her eye, something you haven't seen in a long time. she's up to something-- something more than her usual mischievous pranks and jokes. the gears in her head are grinding, you can practically see her run scenarios and outcomes back and forth through her mind's eye.

it's a little scary-- you forgot how focused and intense she gets when she's plotting something. it's mostly hot though.

but you can't really say that-- not with caitlyn lurking. still, sevika catches your eye a couple of times and smirks, like she knows just how hot she looks as she rides beside you.

caitlyn's a good navigator-- apparently she's a junior guide up and down the river, so she knows the route to town like the back of her hand. she gets you around mountains, avoids most hills, and knows the best spots to stop for when the horses need to rest. sevika's impressed. the two of them chat over the campfire about the surrounding areas, comparing notes and shortcuts they've learned over in their travels. it's so cute it breaks your heart.

it's a dry, warm night, so you sleep beneath the stars.

you don't sleep.

sevika doesn't sleep.

you just stare at the sky while caitlyn and the horses rest.

at one point, sevika reaches over and grabs your hand. "it's gonna be fine." she says. tears well up in your eyes.

"i love you so much." you say. sevika squeezes your hand so hard it's painful, and she replies shakily.

"i love you too darlin'."

it's silent long enough for you to think sevika's fallen asleep, but then she speaks again. "betcha five bucks caitlyn's vi's girlfriend."

you burst into laughter, smacking your hand over your mouth as you laugh. caitlyn stirs beside you, and you can feel sevika's silent, mischievous laughter beside you. you nudge her with your elbow.

when you catch your breath, and caitlyn's snoring returns, you whisper to your wife. "you have way too much faith in your daughter."

she snorts.

you get to town by noon, and sevika sets you and caitlyn up in a the saloon that was the address caitlyn had telegraphed to vander and silco. she takes off to scope out the police station.

it's a pretty gritty place, and you look around it with a raised eyebrow, then look down at caitlyn. she's sitting with perfect posture, dusting off her tailored riding coat.

"you hang out in this saloon?" you ask. she blinks up at you and then sighs.

"well, no... but it's where all the shootouts in town happen!" she says. "it felt... good for planning a crime?" she tries. you laugh.

"sevika's gonna love this." you say. she grins. "what do your parents do?" you ask. caitlyn gulps.

"uh... oil?" she says.

you burst out into laughter.

"shit you're an heiress?" you ask. she nods. you shake your head. "no way vi's bagged you yet." you mumble. caitlyn blushes bright red and clears her throat.

sevika comes back before sunset, sitting beside you at the table and scrawling away in her notebook little sketches of the prison, mumbling to herself, occasionally looking up to ask caitlyn questions.

surprisingly, cait seemed to know a lot.

"do you know which cell they're in?"

"the one on the far end here." caitlyn says, circling a part of sevika's diagram.

"and who else is being held right now?"

"nobody. the sheriff's been itching for some action."

"how do you know all of this?" you ask. caitlyn blushes.

"it's good to stay up to date on local going ons." she says. you chuckle.

she's a dork, you think fondly. she's perfect for violet.

sevika returns to her drawings and you decide it's time to interrogate your daughter's possible future girlfriend.

"how exactly did the kids shoot the sheriff?" you ask. caitlyn blushes bright red, and you raise your eyebrow.

"uh. well..."

sevika looks up from her notebook, intrigued.

caitlyn gulps, then looks away. "it might've been me." she whispers.

your eyes widen.

"what?" sevika asks.

caitlyn blinks, then speaks so fast it's almost impossible to make out. "violet was showing off all the cool things she could do, and i had packed my gun to bring to the circus because they've got contests for clay duck shooting and you can win twenty bucks if you make it to the tournement and i'm a really good shot--" she sucks in a breath, tears bubbling up in her eyes "so i wanted to show off my shooting skills and vi told me to shoot the big roasted hog in the food tent and i did right through the eyes! but i didn't see the sheriff on the other side of the pig getting himself a serving, so the bullet went straight through his shoulder." she finishes, gasping for another breath.

"how did--"

"and before i could even do anything violet was already taking the gun from my hands and telling me to run and i'm so sorry--" she starts to sob.

"shit, relax, kid, it's okay." sevika says, reaching out to pat caitlyn's back. you smile. "it's fine, we're not mad." sevika says. caitlyn gasps, her eyes shooting up between you and sevika.

"you're not?" she asks. you shake your head no. "o-oh." she whispers, wiping her eyes. you ruffle her hair.

silco and vander arrive quickly after. they took the train, and they clearly left the moment they got the message-- wearing day old wrinkled clothes, no luggage, just pistols tucked in every pocket on their bodies.

silco's greeting is a gaurentee that he's going to kill the kids before the sheriff can, and vander's apologetic assurances that his husband is only joking. silco's appearance seems to ease something in sevika, and the two of them quickly fall into a hushed conversation as sevika discusses her plan with silco. caitlyn's right beside them, a little furrow in her brow as she absorbs their hushed discussions.

vander, cordial as ever, gives you a hug and presses a solid kiss to your scalp.

"how're you holding up?" he asks.

"better now that you're here." you respond. he laughs.

"can i be honest?" he mumbles. you nod. "silco's not gonna get the chance to kill the kids, i'll have already fucking done it." he whispers. you laugh. "we're not young and spry like you and sev-- we both nearly had heart attacks when we got your message." he groans. you rub his shoulder as you laugh.

"you wanna hear somethin' that'll make you laugh?" you ask. he nods.

"violet's got a crush on the girl here." you say. vander raises his eyebrow, looking over at caitlyn, who's absorbed by the diagram of the prison, pointing and mumbling to an interested and engaged silco and sevika. "an oil heiress." you say. vander chuckles.

"huh. well are the feelings mutual?" he asks. you laugh.

"they better be. violet got all our fuckin' kids arrested for her ass." you whisper. vander groans and rolls his eyes, grabbing his chest.

"oh, don't tell me these things." he begs. you laugh.

"you're lucky you don't have girls." you say.

you wait until midnight to start your plan.

you split up into three groups.

silco and vander are the horsemen, both of grayson's and cait's, plus teddybear, who they found outside the jail, wrangled up and tied to the two carts-- ready to get out of town fast once you break the kids out.

sevika's on explosives, obviously.

you and caitlyn have to find a way to communicate with the kids.

you're helping wrap a bandanna around the lower half of caitlyn's face, tugging an old hat low on her face to disguise her as best as possible. she grunts and squirms.

"quit movin'. you're a fuckin heiress, everyone knows your face. you can't be seen breakin' kids outta prison." you say. she sighs.

"fine." she grunts as you wrap a scarf over her neck.

"okay." you whisper, satisfied now that she's bundled enough to be indistinguishable. "show me this window."

caitlyn guides you around the back of the jail building, and quietly points up to a cell window about fifteen feet off the ground, iron barred.

"take the beef jerkey." you say, shoving the paper package in her hand. she pockets it, and then you crouch. "stand on my shoulders." you say. she nods, clambering on top of you.

once she's steady, you groan as you stand to your full height. with caitlyn on your shoulders, she can peek through the window.

the window, apparently, sits above the sheriff's desk-- likely where he's in a whiskey induced coma now-- sleeping away the pain of his shoulder. oppisite his desk, are the iron bars holding your children.

the sheriff's got a dog, hence the beef jerkey.

caitlyn whistles into the window. you cringe.

the sheriff snores, and the dog whines. you can make out the plop of a piece of jerkey, and then caitlyn's whispered, "hi doggie!"

you bite back your smile, and almost collapse when you hear jinx's voice.

"oh for fuck's sake-- violet!" she whispers."your stupid fucking girlfriend's here!"

you grin, tears welling in your eyes at the sound of your kid.

"caitlyn!" violet exclaims. you take a shaky breath.

"we're blowing the back wall down." caitlyn whispers. "you need to shelter on this end."

there's some shuffling as the kids wake up and run over to the oppisite wall, and you grin at the pitter patter.

the sheriff gasps, and you freeze. caitlyn bites squeaks.

and then he's back to snoring. you sigh shakily and squeeze caitlyn's ankles.

"stay there. we'll see you on the other side." she whispers, then she jumps down from your shoulders.

the two of you take off for the oppisite side of the building where sevika's waiting for the two of you.

she grabs your hand as she lights the line to the dynamite. you hold your breath. the line sizzles, sizzles, sizzles, quickly reaching the sticks at the base of the wall, until it... fizzles out.

sevika holds her breath. you hold your breath. caitlyn gasps, "oh fuck-- what do we do no--"

she's cut off by a BOOM!

the ground shakes, dust goes flying, and the wall comes tumbling down.

as the dust clears, a small fire illuminating the inside of the cell, you grin as the kids start hooting and hollaring in amazement.

"THAT WAS FUCKING AWESOME!" jinx and claggor shout at the same time as they all come sprinting out of the cell.

sevika snorts, then smacks them both upside the head.

"fuckin' stealth mission, assholes!" she whisper-scolds. mylo cackles.

"sorry sevika, but the stealth went out the window with that wall!" he laughs. sevika snorts and wraps all three of them up in her strong arms.

beside you, violet gasps, tears streaming down her eyes as she reaches up to pull caitlyn's bandana away.

"you came back." she whispers dramatically. you roll your eyes at the pure corniness, and then melt at the sweet sight of caitlyn darting forward and pressing her lips against your daughter's.

it's clumsy and quick, and they're both pull away bright red and gasping. you quickly look away when violet's eyes dart toward you, pretending like you weren't looking.

it doesn't seem to matter though, because next thing you know you have an armful of violet, sobbing into your shoulder. you squeeze her tight against your chest, and press a kiss against her head.

"you're in so much fucking trouble." you whisper against her hair. she giggles between her sobs.

"i knew you'd come." she whispers. you laugh.

"duh, dumbass. we need someone to take care of the chickens every day." you say. she cackles.

a gunshot rings out, and you all jump, turning around to face the now- open cell.

the sheriff stand sin the debris, a shard of wood speared through his unshot arm, his gun held weakly in his hand at his waist.

you push violet and caitlyn away to run grabbing their hands as you sprint down the street. beside you, sevika's got mylo under her arm, and calggor's got jinx on his back as they sprint, screaming and laughing down main street.

as the sheriff chases after you, unloading his gun at you, a bullet grazes violet's arm. she gasps in pain, and you gasp in horror, and before you know what's happening you're spinning on your heel and stopping dead in your tracks, reaching for the pistol you'd tucked into your waistband this morning.

you take a deep breath, and close one eye. lining your barrel up with the sheriff's bald, sweaty face.

he gets closer. he gets closer. sevika notices you're missing behind you, screaming your name, and the sheriff's right in front of you.

you shoot, and he crumbles to the ground.

it's quiet, and then your ears start ringing, and then, as the music fades, the sound of jinx's celebratory hoots fill your ears. you grin and turn back around, jogging to catch up to your family where everyone besides jinx (whose dancing in celebration at your shot) is frozen in place and gawking at you.

you smack sevika's ass as you pass her, grabbing jinx's wrist as you continue down main street, toward where silco and vander were waiting.

"c'mon y'all, someone's gonna check in on all this commotion soon!" you call over your shoulder.

shocked laughs fill the dusty main street as you and your family flee.

the ride back to your inn is mostly spent in long lectures, hilarious re-tellings of the kids' experience in jail, and tears and kisses being pressed to cringing children's heads.

but when you get back home to your inn, on your turf, all the anxiety and stress from the journey wear off, and you can finally relax.

you set up vander and silco and the boys in three rooms. violet eagerly volunteers to host caitlyn in her room, which makes you all laugh, (jinx groans in disgust) and you allow it.

and then, after scrubbing down with a washcloth, you fall crawl into the mattress on the floor beside sevika.

she's been snoring since you got back. she woke up for dinner, then fell back asleep after. but the second your weight hits the bed, she's blinking open, a smile on her face. you snort at her.

"what's that look for?" you ask.

"y'know that was the hottest thing i've ever fuckin' seen?" she whispers. you laugh.

"oh yeah?" you ask. she nods.

"didn't think you had it in you." she says, smirking. you just shrug and wink at her.

"you woulda done it anyways, i saw that look in your eye." you say. she grins and nods.

"yeah, but i didn't even have to try. my fuckin' outlaw wife killed the sheriff for me." she says, a blush working up her cheeks. you grin.

"now you know how it feels." you say. she laughs and you dart forward to kiss her forehead.

"i love you." she whispers. "i'm gonna fuck you through the floor tomorrow morning." she mumbles as she drifts off to sleep. you laugh.

"not happenin' babe." you say, kissing her forehead. "the kids are underneath us."

sevika groans. "those stupid fuckers."

you laugh and kiss her again. "i love you, sev."

"you owe me five bucks." she says.

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Hello hello. I’d like to request some Alejandro x F!Reader fluff where he makes her something homemade after she had a really rough day? 🥺 Ty!

Pairing: Alejandro Vargas x F!Reader Category: Fluff Warnings: Slight Angst, Toxic Work Environment/Verbally Abusive Boss, Swearing Word Count: 1,370

Author’s Note: Hi! Thank you very much for your request. My Spanish is pretty rusty, and I apologize for any mistakes (feel free to correct me). Also, I couldn't help but think of this song ("Mi Ancla") while writing this. I hope you enjoy!

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

You rubbed your eyes as you yawned, exhaustion seeping into your bones. You had just gotten home from a long day at work, sitting on your bed while you listened to the raindrops patter against your bedroom window. You cringed when you thought about today. Apparently, you made so many mistakes that your boss called you into his office. His harsh words still stung, venom seeping into your heart and leaving a bitter taste on your tongue.

"Are you fucking stupid? We've been over this several times."

"You can't do anything right"

"I've never had an employee make this many mistakes. Are you trying to make me look bad?"

Your nostrils flared as you released a heavy sigh. You desperately wanted to leave your job, but you didn't want to burden your boyfriend, Alejandro, with supporting you while you searched for a new one. Your fists clenched as hot tears stung your eyes. You wanted to kick and scream and punch your pillow, your frustration boiling inside of you like lava. You were so wrapped up in your thoughts that you didn't notice the front door closing. Suddenly, a pair of muscular arms suddenly wrapped around you. You squeaked before whipping your head around, your boyfriend’s warm features greeting you. His grin slipped when he saw heavy tears streaking down your face.

“¿Cariño?¿Qué te pasa?” Alejandro asked, his brows furrowed. You shook in his hold.

“Nothing,” you stated dully. He tilted his head down and gave you a knowing stare.

“(Y/N), you know you can tell me anything,” Alejandro said as he moved to sit by your side. Your bottom lip quivered before you released a pained wail. Your boyfriend was silent as he drew you in even closer. “Shh, estoy aquí,” he repeated softly, his hand coming around to stroke your frizzy hair. You sniffed and pulled back.

“I-I’m such a failure, Ale,” you sobbed. His face fell, shattered by your own words. “I can’t do anything right at my job,” you cried. Alejandro shook his head as his hands gripped your upper arms.

“Mi vida, you are far from a failure,” he assured you. Alejandro's face suddenly hardened, his eyes darkening. "Wait...was it your boss again?" he asked. You sniffed, eyes sinking to look at your lap. "Culero," Alejandro hissed through gritted teeth. His grip on you tightened as he held you close, as if to shield you from the events that occurred today. Your body trembled as he rocked you gently.

"I-I want to leave so badly," you confessed.

"You can leave, no one is going to stop you," he said innocently. You shook your head violently.

"I can't," you muttered. His brows knitted together.

“¿Por qué? Cariño, this job is making you miserable!" Alejandro said exasperatedly. You sniffled, your words caught in your throat. "(Y/N), it makes my heart ache to see you hurting this much. Whatever reason you have for staying, I'm sure its nothing compared to finding a much better job," Alejandro explained.

"I can't because I don't want to be a burden to you!" you suddenly snapped . You clasped your hands over your mouth. Alejandro leaned back, his brows raising and lips curved into a deep frown.

"A burden? Cariño, you never have to worry about being a burden to me," he cooed. You sobbed as he kissed the top of your head.

"I just...I don't want you to feel the pressure of me relying on you while I'm trying to find a new job," you sighed. He hummed.

"Even if it takes months for you to find another job, I will always be here for you," Alejandro murmured into your hair. You gripped his white shirt, as you soaked his shoulder with your tears. He placed a chaste kiss on the top of your head. “Te amo, (Y/N)," Alejandro whispered, his husky voice unwavering. You pulled your head up to look at him. A small, tired smile grew on your face.

“Gracias por todo, Ale. Yo también te amo,” you murmured. "Te amo, te amo..." you whispered like a tired, broken record. Both of you exchanged quiet glances before he leaned his head down. You sighed as he latched his lips onto yours. Alejandro was usually a very passionate lover, his words and actions always full of vigor. But now, all you felt was a soft, sweet tenderness as his lips caressed your own. You slowly closed your eyes as the rest of the world faded away with your kiss. Your head felt dizzy as he pulled away, a blissful eternity passing in a few seconds.

"Have you had dinner yet?" he asked. You nodded.

"I picked some up on the way home," you said. He hummed to himself.

“Me too. In that case, why don’t you take a shower? I can make us a little treat in the meantime,” Alejandro offered. You smiled.

“That sounds lovely,” you said. He exhaled through his nose, his hands squeezing your arms as he rose to his feet.

“Take your time, hermosa,” Alejandro said, his thumb stroking the back of your hand. You nodded before he slipped through the bedroom door.

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You took the longest shower you've ever had in your life. The warm water was a welcoming sensation, calming each and every one of your tired and aching muscles. You slipped out of the bathroom and changed into some comfortable clothes. A savory smell of something being fried wafted in from the kitchen. You smiled when you walked into the open area of your apartment. Alejandro was humming along to a song while he busied himself at the stove. Alejandro turned when he heard you enter, flashing a wide grin.

“Hola, hermosa,” he whistled, his eyes scanning you up and down. You rolled your eyes as you came around to stand at his side. You rested a hand on your hip.

“So, what delicious treat have you prepared for me tonight, Chef Vargas?” you piqued as you eyed the pan on the stove. You gasped as he grabbed your hand, twirling you around suddenly. “Ale!” you squealed. He chuckled before pulling you to him, your body flush with his. Alejandro gazed down at you, his hands coming down to gently rest on your hips. Your eyes flicked up to him.

“Bailar conmigo, cariño,” he husked into your ear. You nodded slowly, allowing the music to take over you as you rested your head on his shoulder. The rhythm was slow, gentle and steady, just like the way he guided you through the kitchen. It was so relaxing, you could’ve fallen asleep in his arms right then and there. Alejandro kissed your temple as the music began to dissipate.

You smiled as he moved some of your wet hair from your face. Your heart fluttered as you locked eyes and kissed again, this time angling your head to capture his lips more deeply. Both of you remained in your embrace before the timer suddenly screeched. Alejandro groaned before turning back to the stove. He flicked the burner off and flipped the fresh sopapillas onto a paper-towel covered plate. Your mouth watered at the sight of the golden-brown pastries.

“Is that face for the sopapillas or for me?” Alejandro teased with a cocked brow. You slapped his arm playfully, both of you chuckling as he reached into the nearby cabinet. Alejandro pulled down two containers and dusted the sopapillas with powdered sugar, then cinnamon. You were one step ahead of him, grabbing the honey from another cabinet as he whipped around to you. "Muchas gracias," he smiled before drizzling the liquid over the warm pastries.

Alejandro took you by the hand, leading you over to the couch. You smiled as you snuggled next to him, happily taking one of the treats and savoring every bite that melted on your tongue. A small smirk made it's way across your face.

"¿Qué?" Alejandro laughed. You leaned over, pressing a kiss to where some powdered sugar and cinnamon dusted the side of his mouth. He froze, eyes trained on you as you licked your lips and giggled. Needless to say, you were soon bombarded with kisses sweeter than any sopapilla.

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Thank you for reading!/¡Gracias por leer! ❤️

A/N: I'm kind of tempted to make a Part 2. 👀

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Translations:

¿Cariño?¿Qué te pasa? - Honey? What’s wrong? Estoy aquí - I’m here. Mi vida - My life Culero - Asshole ¿Por qué? - Why? Mi amor - My love Sí - Yes Te amo - I love you. Gracias por todo, Ale. Yo también te amo - Thank you for everything, Ale. I love you, too. Hermosa - Gorgeous Hola, hermosa - Hello, gorgeous. Bailar conmigo, cariño - Dance with me, honey.

Muchas gracias - Thank you very much.

[valnevo]

grudges, chapter two | jake sully x male aligned reader

everything in italics is in na'vi, the rest being in english.

jake had spent most of his morning running through the trees, laughing childishly as he finally got to interact with the world around him without fear. y/n followed closely behind, watching for any dangers that they might run into through their journey out.

y/n didn't trust that any of the other of his clan would see jake for anything other than a monster. it wasn't their fault, most had grown up being deceived and used when the sky people had first set up camp on their planet. y/n was only a kid, growing up alongside neytiri and tsu'tey and countless other na'vi his age. neytiri grew up paranoid, and tsu'tey bitter. it was understandable. y/n would never have to worry about the weight of keeping all of the na'vi people safe as he wasn't child of the chief, and he'd never feel the pressure of being the lead warrior as tsu'tey was. no matter their justifications for hating the sky people, jake was not safe among them.

as voices began to erupt through the trees, others beginning their hunt before eclipse, y/n cursed to himself. he had lost track of time, and jake had run a considerable distance ahead of him. "shit. jake!", y/n called out, breaking from his strides through the trees to a sprint.

jake was learning faster than expected, but his stubborn nature never wavered. enjoying the chase, he picked up his speed and looked over his shoulder to see y/n doing the same.

"you idiot!", y/n snapped, his anger boiling inside of him as he watched jake disappear through the trees. he took a moment to catch his breath, his hand on his abdomen as he heard the voices and footsteps coming closer.

tsu'tey and a few of the other warriors were on their horses, stopping when they saw y/n leaning back against the tree. they retracted their spears, others putting their bows as ease when they recognized the other male. y/n nodded towards them, a mannerism he had picked up from his time with jake, and shifted his weight so he was standing up right.

"y/n, we've missed you back at the home tree. where have you been?", tsu'tey called out to his long time friend, smiling genuinely at him. he hadn't thought of the effect that his absence would have on his people, his family.

"i've just been working some stuff out. clearing my head, trying to help mother. i'll be back to normal soon", y/n promised, attempting to return the same kindness he heard in the other's voice.

tsu'tey nodded, "come hunting with us next time, we could use the help". and with that, the group took off and broke into their yips again. y/n released a sigh of relief, his ears perking up again before he raced off to find jake. he couldn't yell out like he intended, so he attempted to track him by smell. he still reeked of alien.

within a small amount of time, y/n spotted part of his ear from behind a tree. he had plenty of hunting experience, but his sparring had gotten a little rusty. while holding his breath, he walked through the shrubbery, careful not to make any noise to startle jake away. and finally, he pounced. tackling jake from behind and rolling him onto his back, while pinning one arm down by his knee, while his hand caught his wrist. he then pulled his knife and pressed it to his throat, which he was becoming all too familiar with.

"fuck! y/n!", jake exclaimed, his eyes wide with shock as he laid there, defeated. with his marine training, he could have at least fought back, but he hadn't put a lot of work into learning how to defend himself against the na'vi.

"shut it! they're hunting right now, fool. if they as much as hear you, you'll be the prey", y/n whispered, crouching further so jake could listen. "do you understand me, jake?"

the helpless male only nodded, maintaining eye contact in hopes of y/n coming to his senses and releasing the knife from his throat. both of their thoughts were cut short when they heard the familiar sound of hooves clicking along the rocks and slinking through the paths. thinking quickly, y/n released the knife and grabbed jake by the collar, tugging him to his feet. "follow", he instructed.

for once, jake obeyed, staying close behind the other male as they raced away from the commotion. surely y/n knew what he was doing, so jake didn't think he needed to worry too much about getting murdered that night. they were close to their spot, and y/n jumped from a branch and used one of the many vines to swing across into his space. just as he turned around to celebrate their escape with jake, he watch his hand slip from the vine and fall through the leaves, and onto the ground with the thump.

y/n groaned dramatically and raced down the tree, cursing at him in na'vi as he searched for the other. "you have absolutely no agility, you don't follow orders, you can't protect yourself. what are you good for?" he scolded before spotting him splayed across the ground. "jake?" he murmured, crouching beside him and noticing the gash in his side. he had experienced his first lessen of the innocent looking plants taking a chance at his life.

"i think i'm pretty good at making causing a scene", jake groaned, flashing a weak smile afterwards. y/n only sighed and removed his blood stained shirt, holding it aside to inspect the wound. "its like you want to die", y/n complained as he grabbed the shirt and pressed it against his wound, while tying the sleeves around his waist to keep it secure. "you'll be fine. you'll just have to rest for some time", he mumbled as he worked, treating him the same way the healers would have helped one of their patients.

"look at me", jake asked suddenly, reaching his hand up and grabbing his arm. y/n's eyes shifted to jake's. he paused for a moment before leaning forward again, looking into his eyes. "did you hit your head on the way down? let me see your pupils", he instructed, causing jake to huff and turn away from him. stubborn. he began to stand up, hand clutching his side the whole time. y/n followed closely, his arm snaking around his waist to hold him upright. "just lean into me, i've got you".

after a bit of trouble, the two got settled into their post again; jake laid back against the trunk dramatically, and y/n sitting beside him.

"sleep".

jake glared, clearly unhappy with all of the demands y/n had of him. "you can't just tell me to sleep", he explained, his eyebrows knitting together.

"why not? can you unlink by will?" y/n questioned, imagining that he could tap out whenever he felt like it.

"maybe i just don't want to".

and for a long time, they sat in silence. jake watched as the eclipse occurred, leaving them in darkness. and y/n watched jake.

"what is it about me that you hate so much?", he eventually questioned, startled when he glanced to meet his eye and noticed that y/n had already been staring.

"i mean, you don't even know me", but y/n quickly cut him off.

"i do know you, we all know you. you're some hot shot military man, from some planet that poured the last of their resources into so you could build a home here and wipe the rest of us out. you're just like the rest of them, ignorant and stupid. i bet you have a busted face as well, like that colonel guy. absolutely hideous", he grimaced, gesturing to his own head, as if he were clawing at the side.

jake laughed softly. while he was a former marine, he clearly wasn't the operation's first choice. "hideous", was all he said in agreement.

y/n leaned back against another branch and tilted his head to the side. "so what? you're just a tiny human back at your little war base?", this time y/n was genuinely questioning.

"i wouldn't say tiny, but i'm definitely not 10 feet tall", he responded, thinking back to what the books he was reading on the na'vi had listed their height as. y/n only hummed as if he understood, though he had no idea how the human measurement system worked.

a comfortable silence fell upon them, both listening to their breathing as the other sounds of the forest were drowned out.

y/n found it disturbing how jake didn't fall asleep, instead unlinking. his eyes would drain of life and his body would go limp. his hummed in content once he was alone again, finally allowing himself to slump into a more comfortable position.

jake spent the night sitting with grace and telling her all about the past couple of days that they had spent together. they studied the language, discussed the plans for relocating the na'vi, all while jake avoided mentioning them being hunted and later injured by a plant. he couldn't look weak, just as they thought he was. all in all, the team was happy with jake's work, and he felt satisfied with his place for the first time in a while.

by the time that jake eagerly lifted himself into the pods to be linked again, y/n had been up for hours. in those moments, he was sitting across from the injured avatar and scaling a few fish that he had speared that morning. he preferred a diet of fruit or other foraged goods, but assumed that jake would need some protein with the work they had been doing, along with the intention of speeding up his healing process. he wasn't sure what humans ate, but he was hoping it was something like he was making.

he practically jumped when he glanced up and saw jake staring. "fuck, you scared me. say something when you link", he scolded and gestured to two of the fish he had already prepared with the knife he took from jake.

"good morning to you, too", jake retorted and used his elbows to prop him up.

y/n smiled and set the third fish on the leaf he used to wrap the rest. "good morning. how are you feeling?" he asked as he moved closer.

jake was starting to pick at the food y/n prepared, the best he could at least, when the other pushed his arms up. he whined and glared at y/n, only for him to scoff back.

"i'm feeling fine, back off".

y/n did no such thing. instead, he untied the shirt and examined the wound, which was starting to scab over quickly. it was incredible how he was able to heal without even inhabiting that body.

"good, you're healing. i'll pick something up for you later when i visit the healers. i'm planning on visiting my mother", y/n spoke, sounding so relaxed that jake was shocked. it was as if he was talking to a friend, someone other than a freak laced with demon blood.

he kept his arms up as y/n continued to help, slumped back against the tree again with his wrists against the bark. the other used the blade to cut open a nearby vine, water flowing throughout as the end slithered to the ground. y/n muttered a few prayers over jake as he washed some of the dried blood away from his side, repeatedly thanking eywa for the gift of water and health. jake listened intently, his eyes on his expressions as he spoke in the foreign language.

"that was a close call last night. i was seriously considering putting you out of your misery", y/n hummed mockingly after he tied the shirt around his middle again, only tighter this time. jake snarled, reaching back for the leaf full of fish and focusing on that instead. "do you like it? its a real makeshift breakfast, but i thought it was more human-y. just with less chemicals and... what is it, plastic?" he joked and leaned forward, letting his shoulders sink in instead of keeping his perfect posture.

"it's good, like real fish. or- like earth fish, i guess", he replied, nodding as he continued to stuff his face. y/n laughed happily, taking the last fish for himself before his hand was swatted away.

"hey, i caught this. it's mine", he reminded.

"and? im the guest, its impolite for you to take my food".

y/n continued anyways, cutting himself a sliver and eating it in a few bites before he stood up.

"i'm heading out. don't go anywhere, don't do anything stupid. got it?", jake didn't respond as y/n continued to walk backwards on the large branch.

"hey, sully. answer me", he scolded, to which jake wiped his mouth and gave him a thumbs up. y/n assumed it was some sort of confirmation. with that, he took off towards home tree and took a deep breath in.

tsu'tey was the first to greet him, smiling ear to ear and throwing his arm over his shoulders. they walked through the home tree, tsu discussing the unsuccessful hunting trip the day prior and y/n listening intently. "and what have you been up to, brother?", tsu asked after his rambling came to a natural conclusion.

"not much, actually. its been unproductive, bland lately. the dream walkers stopped showing up, there hasn't been anyone to monitor", lying straight through his teeth.

tsu'tey's ears flattened and his tail swished in annoyance at the mention of dream walkers. "i've heard that they sent more. a whole ship load of them babbling about war and land. they're dangerous and reckless, y/n. you know that". his voice was almost accusatory, making y/n glance to him with a puzzled expression. in that moment, neytiri interrupted the tension as she arrived with her mother, mo'at.

y/n gestured to each of them, murmuring "i see you", in a sign of respect. after they both did the same, mo'at smiled endearingly and began to lead y/n towards the healing pod.

y/n had gotten all too familiar with the area. he grew up by his mother's side, and while he complained about the tent full of creams and medicines, it had since become a place of comfort. he knew his mother was cared for there, and he spent most of his days sitting with her and telling her all about what was going on in his life. she had lost her smile in recent months, but her eyes never stopped shining when he'd light up about something that happened during his time at the home tree.

mo'at smiled sadly as she led him in, only sparing his mother a glance. "what is it?", he questioned, moving to sit by her side. he took her hand in his, squeezing it softly to let her know he was there with her.

"eywa wants her back", mo'at spoke softly as she began preparing the medicine she was already taking.

her words were blunt, and it hit him with so much force he couldn't stand to look at her for a few minutes. it wasn't fair of eywa to do something like that, and there was nothing on pandora that would ever convince him she would. he was counting on their goddess to notice the good in her heart and spare her, all she needed was a little more time and she could aid so many more people. she could aid y/n and jake sully.

neither spoke to each other the remainder of the time. mo'at sat silently by y/n's side with her hand on his shoulder. she had cared deeply for his mother, both were skilled in healing and earned themselves important positions in the omatikaya clan. for mo'at, it was the chief's wife and mother to the fierce and beloved neytiri. vrrnu was known for her medical work and her immense kindness. since she had fell ill, many elders would sit y/n down and tell him the story of when she had traveled to nearby clans to share a massive discovery in medicine, just because she was able to and cared so deeply for her people. it was more therapeutic for them than it was for y/n, hearing these stories about her in the past tense, as if she was already gone.

tsu'tey insisted on walking y/n back to his nook. he knew he hadn't been staying at the home tree, many did, but no one could blame him for avoiding the feelings of melancholy he experienced from the omatikaya people and homes.

"still waiting on neytiri?", y/n questioned, leading tsu away from their hammocks and towards the area he had found peace in.

tsu laughed gently, shaking his head as if he were frustrated. he likely was. y/n could understand why neytiri wasn't yet ready to settle down and find her mate. it was a lifelong decision that she deserved time to contemplate. but tsu had loved her from the day they met, and he could only imagine the pain he felt by neytiri's lack of commitment.

"she'll come around. who wouldn't want you, brother?", he added.

"of course. you'll be the first to know, y/n. just try and stay home a little more, will you?", tsu beckoned.

"i'll do what i can".

y/n was not going to lead tsu back to jake. it was still bright out, and the warrior had never released his spear for a moment. he stopped early, insisting that a nearby tree had been where he was spending most of his time.

"you wouldn't lie to me, would you?"

y/n's blood ran cold. what did he know? the fear that tsu had seen jake hunting that night came flooding back. not only would he have seen a dream walker that knew the land a little too well, but he would have caught y/n running with him and tending to his wounds. the evidence would have been damning, and the smart choice was to fess up.

"never."

with that, tsu'tey said his good byes and headed back to the home tree.

as y/n scaled the tree, he could hear jake's mumbling. attempting to speak na'vi with an pronunciation so awful, he began to question how smart the sky people could have really been. but he was trying.

"my name is jake sully, of the jarhead clan"

his practicing, no matter how unskilled, brought a smile to y/n's lips.

"i see you", jake spoke, attempting the hand motion alongside the words.

y/n lifted himself into their nook, raising an eyebrow at the male across from him. "where'd you learn that, sully?", he asked with a genuine curiosity.

"they told me it was important. you're not seeing the physical person, you're seeing everything inside of them, everything they're made of", he explained. y/n grinned, enjoying him try to elaborate on a phrase he was so unfamiliar with.

"...or something like that", jake added, his voice quieter now.

"no, no. you're right. i'm glad you're getting your studying in, i wasn't sure how much more i could teach you through that thick skull", y/n jabbed and stood up. he looked over their area, spotting people heading back to their families and homes.

the later it got, the closer it was to jake unlinking. leaving y/n alone. he didn't like that he was breaking his only rule, not to grow attached, but jake needed it. y/n told himself that was why he was allowing jake in, because without him, he would get killed by the other na'vi or by some other creature.

"let's stay up tonight", y/n decided, sitting beside jake for the first time. it was vulnerable. if jake decided to attack, he wasn't in a position to defend himself. the act of trust by y/n wasn't something that went unnoticed.

[dead-slander]

A night to remember

Little authors note: This is my first fanfiction I've wrote in years. Hope people enjoy this fanfiction as I might be a bit rusty haha. smut was always my strong suit as I'm a little perv so I figured my first post should be that :0

Summary: The group has just gotten to the prison, it's the first time anyone has felt safe in a long time. You and Daryl have been getting closer and closer. You end up sharing his tent and you both find out how much you enjoy each other's company.

Includes: dirty talk, fingering, oral, wet dream, unprotected sex and Daryl being a sexy ass mf

Word count: 2065

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It's been a while since the walkers had appeared. Your group have been trying to find somewhere to stay for months now. Luckily the group you're with has been stable throughout this time till you all found the prison.

During the time you had been going out and hunting with Daryl to help out the group as much as you could. He was shut off from the group for so long but due to Sophia on the farm. Carol had looking after him and making sure he was ok during the time. As you were around Carol a lot you were able to make a bond with Daryl.

Daryl ended up teaching you lots of different ways to hunt animals. How to survive out in the open. You would spend days together in the woods searching for food. You and Daryl were a dream pair, able to get a lot of resources and even laugh about the small things. Your glad you have been able to get to know him.

during the time you've spent together you started to adapt feeling for him. Daryl is very closed off to most people, but you have been able to see that he's a very sensitive individual. He cares a lot about the people around him, he just prefers to not show it.

Now you're in the prisons field around a large fire making whatever food you have been able to hunt down. Everyone is talking about how the prison is amazing. it's safe and secure its the walkers inside that will be an issue.

You look over towards Daryl eating his food like an animal. most people would find it unattractive, but the animalistic nature is just so luring, you can't help but stare. The way his arms flex every time he goes for a bite. How the fire makes them glow and you can see every muscle in his strong arms move.

While you're in your own head staring at his arms, he looks up at you. His eyes are piercing into yours as if he knows what you've been thinking. You quickly look away and try make it look like you were looking around the area. You saw a slight smirk appear on his face as you look away.

Suddenly your awkward thoughts are interrupted by ricks voice. "I say we sleep as soon as were all done. we should try clear out the walkers there and get inside the prison. It will be much warmer and safer then here" Everyone agrees and starts finishing up.

You and Daryl have slept side by side for a while now. When going out on runs it would be easier bringing minimal things so you could take back more. It's just become a habit sleeping next to one another even if it's separate sleeping bags. You both head to the tent and get settled down.

"You been staring at me a lot the last few days, is there something I've done for this to happen?" Daryle questions as your about to get in the sleeping bag. Without hesitation you replied, "you're starting to smell, I don't want to be in the same tent with no ventilation." You practically kicked yourself when you said that, why can't you just admit to him you like him. "I don't think that's the reason (Y/N), no need to lie to me." He said smirking and he got into his sleeping bag right next to you. "Whatever, no point in arguing with you." Daryle shrugged it off and started to go to sleep.

After a few mineuts of uncomfteble shifting you finally fell asleep.

You were in a house. You had food on the stove and had music playing on a radio nearby. The sun was shining through the window of the kitchen, everything was nicely painted. Suddenly you hear a knock at the door and hear "I'm back from work" As you turn towards the kitchen entrance. Daryl walks through the door holding a bag.

"I didn't realize you were going to cook today I bought dinner." He said as he lifted the bag up slightly. You smiled at him, "it's fine we can always have a mix of both and save the leftovers." Daryl placed the bag down on the floor and placed his hands on your hips. "You look really good in that apron (Y/N)" He paused for a second and looked you up and down. "Would look better with nothing on underneath though."

He then went down to kiss you and you gladly accepted. You placed your hands behind his neck to deepen the kiss. He then breaks the kiss and grabs your legs to hoist you on the counter. "What's gotten you so worked up today?" You smirk at the expression on his face. His eyes were blown out and desperate. "I've just missed you, working on the bikes is great, but not having you there is a struggle. Then I walk in an see you in this. How else am I meant to react?"

You giggled and pulled him into another kiss. He slowly started to kiss your neck leaving small love bites on your collarbones. His hands gripped your trousers and pulled them down in one swift motion. Daryl then pulled your panties off and crouched down. Daryl had his face level to you pussy. "You've always been so good to me; I need to show you how much I appreciate you." he dove his face between your legs and started giving small kitten licks to your cunt.

Your fingers wove into his hair and started grabbing it so he would go harder. Daryal started giving long licks up and down your cunt avoiding the one place you wanted it. "Daryl please stop teasing me, I really need it!" You whined hoping he would do more. "Are you that desperate, doesn't sound like you want me to do any more than this. "Daryl, I swear to god, please don't stop. Keep going please."

After that he stated to suck on your clit, you let out a loud moan and he started to lick your clit faster than before. He put his fingers inside your cunt and moved them with a natural skill. A coil in your stomach started to tighten as you were getting close. "Come on sweet pea, cum for me" Just as you were about to reach your high you woke up.

You were covered in sweat and saw Daryl looking at you with a smirk on his face. "Well, I didn't realize you liked me that much sunshine." You immediately covered you face in embarrassment, just as you were going to stand up Daryl grabbed your arm. "I don't exactly know what you were dreaming about, but we can make it a reality?" He questioned with lust filled eyes.

You accepted his offer; he pulled you in closer towards him and you could feel how hard he was. "You can say no if you don't want to" You nodded your head, "I want a verbal answer (Y/N)" you looked at his stupid smile "Please Daryl, I really want to."

He pulled you into a rough kiss and pushed his tongue into your mouth. You gladly accepted and thought for dominance. His hands started to travel to your shoulders and then down to your chest giving them a gentle squeeze. He was being super gentle you, as if he squeezed too hard you would break. You moaned into the kiss and he squeezed a bit harder. You grabbed onto his broad shoulders and his hands traveled down you waste and gave you ass a squeeze.

You hands made their way down to his crotch rubbing his clothed cock softly. His breath hitched and he grabbed you ass harder. You started to take off his trousers and rubbed him over his boxers. He started to remove your shirt and your bra straight after. He kissed from your jaw to your chest and started to suck your nipples. You moaned at the feeling of his teeth grazing over slowly.

You finally grabbed his cock and realized how hard he really was. He removed his mouth as you started rubbing his length harder and started panting into your chest. You squeezed him a bit and rubbed up and down his length. You slowly got up from your spot and made your way down his stomach. You left small kisses on his hip bones and grabbed onto his boxers and pulled them down. Your eyes widened at the size of him, you got slightly scared that it wouldn't fit.

You heard a small chuckle from him as you looked up at him. "Don't worry sunshine I'll make it fit nice and easy." He smirked down at your expression. Just for that you slowly started to lick up his length teasing him with your eyes as you do so. You slowly place him into your mouth and start slowly bobbing your head. Daryl grunts grips your hair to try get you to move faster. Your hands reached down to play with his balls. As you look up into his eyes you can see a sheen of sweat on his forehead, his hair is sticking to it. Daryl pulls your hair a bit harder to pull you off.

All of a sudden get you get flipped over onto your back. He starts to rub your clit with his cock. He slowly drags it down to the entrance and starts pushing it inside. There's slight sting and you can feel tears prick your eyes. Daryl bends down to kiss your cheek and pleasure starts to numb the pain. He continues to push inside of you until he's fully inside of you. Daryl looks into your eyes with slight desperation, asking you if he can move. You start rolling your hips from underneath telling him its ok to thrust.

He finally starts thrusting slowly into you. Your legs wrap around him, making him move faster. Sweat forms on both of your bodies due to the heat of the situation. The tent if filled with his grunting and panting. Daryl realizes he's making noise and puts his head in the crook of your neck to muffle any moans, his hand goes down to your clit and starts to rub it in circles quickly. You moan loud at the rough feeling of his hands against your sensitive clit. "Daryl I-I think I-I'm getting close."

"Finish on my cock bunny, you know you want to" The nickname caused butterflies to form in your stomach and the coil to become even tighter. Just as you feel the coil snap Daryl rapidly thrusts into you. He places a hand over your mouth in the hopes it will make you a bit quieter. Just as the overstimulation was becoming too much he pulls out and finishes on your stomach.

He collapsed into you and the both of you couldn't help but chuckle from exhaustion. After a minuet or two he got up and grabbed a small rag from his bag and started to wipe you down. Daryl went beside you and pulled you into his chest.

"Daryl?" You asked as you looked up at him with doe like eyes. He looked at you with a raised brow "Is everything alright sunshine?" He asked with slight worry in his eyes thinking you thought this was a mistake. "This isn't a onetime thing, is it?" You asked as your eyes went glossy. He pulled you into a tight embrace "No, I would like to stay like this, just us." He went silent and looked up. "Unless you want it to be a onetime thing."

You broke away from the embrace and looked at him "Daryl, I want to keep doing this. I want more then to have sex; I've liked you for a while. I've never been sure if you liked me the same way." You looked down embarrassed at your confession and he sat up. He grabbed you face and looked into your eyes, "I've liked you for a long time (Y/N)"

He gently pulled you into a soft kiss. After a bit you time you both pulled away and smiled. He laid down once again and pat his chest, inviting you to cuddle into him. With that you both slowly drifted off to sleep.

[winterrrnight]

hi bestie!! i love you and im so proud of you!!

can i get meet me in the hallway with zach & prompt 16 🤭

ahh thank you sm bestie!! I loved writing this and I hope you like it too!! ❤️❤️

he isn't you

PAIRING: zach maclaren x gn!reader

SUMMARY: you tell your best friend what you feel about him.

WARNINGS: nothing, reader has a boyfriend, and reader also cheats on said boyfriend but we want that to happen guys 😏

EDITH SPEAKS: im back from the dead!! what a way to start with the new year honestly. I feel a bit rusty so this may not be as good as the rest of my stuff, but I think its pretty good :) I hope you all enjoy! please vote & comment if you enjoyed <3

PROMPT REQUESTED: "he treats me well-" "okay good for you." "- but he isn't you."

You kick your shoes off your feet as you close the door behind yourself, sighing out loud with the tiredness basically crushing you underneath itself. You had a pretty tiring day at your university today; classes at a longer stretch and much more boring than usual.

You hear the doorbell of your apartment ring before you can relax on your couch and take a proper breath. You walk back to the door and see your boyfriend River on the other side, smiling. 

“Oh hey River,” you give a tired smile. He leans in to press a kiss on your cheek. 

“You sound tired, you okay?” He asks, as you finally get to sit on your couch. You groan as you stretch and prop up your feet on your coffee table. 

“I'm fine, just a long day of classes today,” you say, yawning. You look up to see him standing next to you. “You're not going to sit?” 

“Uh, I was actually wondering if you'd want to spend the evening out, there is this art exhibit only for today and I really thought you'd like to go,” he says sheepishly. 

“Oh River,” you say, getting up, “I wish I could but I'm just so so tired, and the amount of assignments and readings I have to complete isn't helping at all,” 

“So you're just going to blow me off again?” 

His words take you by surprise. “What do you mean?”

“Last week you missed our date-”

“That was because I had to urgently go to my parents home, I told you that,”

“And the week before you didn't come to the carnival with me,”

“It was during mid terms week and I was really behind,” 

“And what about that one time I was planning to take you to this French restaurant but you didn't come?” 

“Zach was sick! He was at the hospital River, and that was the night his situation had gotten so much worse!” You say, completely exasperated. “This is too much right now, I've always had a reason to not come to our dates. What about that one time I wanted to take you to a dinner with my family and you blew me off and never even told me where you were?” 

“Wait that time I-”

“And do you even remember when you told me you were busy to have a movie night with me and then a friend told me you were actually at a party? Huh? I never avoid our dates if I don't have a big reason to miss them, but you miss them and don't even care to explain why you didn't come?” 

That shuts him up, because he's looking everywhere but you, his jaw clenched tightly. 

“I'm sorry River but I can't come with you today. I would like to rest and have an early start to my day tomorrow,” 

You can see he wants to say something; a lot of things actually - give you an earful, but he opts for the smarter choice and doesn't say anything, silently making his way out of your house. But he still needs to display the extent of his anger, so he slams the door loudly on his way out. 

You plop back on your couch, wanting to distract yourself with some movie. You get your tv remote and start to scroll through Netflix, trying to find something which attracts your eye, but your doorbell rings again, agitating you. 

You wonder if it's River again, but much to your surprise it's Zach, holding two completely filled take away bags. 

“I saw you leaving uni really late when I was at my football practice so I thought you may need these,” he chuckles. The brightest smile pulls your lips and you instantly hug him, catching him off guard but he hugs you back. 

“That's exactly what I needed right now,” you say, taking one bag from him and letting him in. 

You proceed to your kitchen to get plates and rest of the cutlery, but Zach stops you right in your tracks. 

“Ah let me do that, you go and sit,” he insists, taking the bag back from you. 

“Are you sure-”

“Yes yes, I know my way really well around here,” you giggle and go back to your couch, continuing your search for the perfect movie. 

In the meantime Zach brings the food and places it all in front of you, the aroma wafting up to your nose and making you feel hungrier. But you still haven't found what you want to watch. 

“Why is nothing attracting my eye?” You say, your mouth now full with food. 

“Why don't we just talk?” Zach suggests, and you ponder over it for a moment, realizing it is the better thing to do right now.

“Well, what do you want to talk about?” You ask, turning to face him as you fiddle around with the food on your plate with your fork. 

“Well, feel free to not answer this question,” he starts, “but I've been wondering about this for quite some time and I just want to let it out; I haven't seen you with River lately, usually you used to be hanging out with him so much, always on dates and uni’s football and basketball matches, but I just, I haven't seen you with him often,”

Your focus is completely on your food, the way each vegetable is placed on your plate suddenly becoming the most interesting thing. 

Zach wonders if he's messed up asking this question when he sees you completely shut off and silent. “I'm, I'm sorry, I don't want to ask you something you don't want to discuss, but I just need to know if you're happy with him or not. Nothing matters more than your happiness,” his voice reduces to a soft mumble, which only just relaxes you instead of making you feel anxious on having to discuss such a heavy topic. 

“It's, it's okay, I guess. I don't know… we've been trying to make plans but one of us usually has some other more important place to be. I always make sure to tell him why I can't come, and it's always something unavoidable, but he, he never cares to tell me why he won't be coming. It's just always ‘oh I'm sorry babe I just had to go somewhere else.’ Where? I never know. 

“And it's not just that. He always gets offended when I cancel on him but that's never the case when it's the other way round. His focus on us, it isn't, it isn't the same, and he isn't as understanding as he was before.”

Just as you finish speaking, you feel like a big load is lifted off of you. Your mind has been bothered by it since days ago, and it was starting to affect your everyday activities. But talking about it, letting it all out makes you feel relaxed. 

Zach looks at you with a soft look in his eyes, not knowing what you've been going through all this time. 

“But, he's also there for me, you know? That one time I fell down from the stairs, I called him and he came so quickly, and I know I can count on him to get me anything I need at any time,” you continue, feeling so torn about what you're actually feeling about him. “I just, I don't know where we are leading to right now. I think I may need some time away from him, just being with myself and not seeing him as often as usual,”

You look at Zach whose focus is entirely on you and your words. Sometimes you wish he's the one you're spending your time with. He gets you in a way no one can, not even River even if he tries for a billion years. When you feel sad about something, you prefer to call up Zach than River, because he listens to you better, and makes you feel important. 

“I think it would be nice for you to spend some time with yourself, to do some things you've thought of doing but couldn't, starting with new hobbies, or the ones you haven't picked up in some time,” Zach starts. “It'll help you introspect more into your personality, and generally just make you feel better. Maybe he's going through a difficult time right now, and being apart for some time might help him too,” 

“You're right,” you say, “maybe being apart will do us some good. I mean, he treats me well-”

"okay good for you,"

“- but Zach,” you look up at him as you cut him off, your eyes sinking into his, “he isn't you.” 

The last words come out as a whisper, getting lost in the air around you two. For a second you're worried that he didn't hear them, because you think you can't muster up the courage to repeat those words. But the widening of his eyes, him breaking your eye contact, and his sped up breathing makes you think differently. 

“Zach, you mean so much to me than he does. You listen to me better, you understand things in a way he doesn't. I will always prefer you to talk about things than him, because he tends to shut me off but you never do. What we have is so special to me,” you let out. 

It's the last year at your university, and you've been feeling this way about Zach since the very start. You've wanted to admit it all to him, but before you could, River came into the picture. And for a while there, you felt as if you didn't need Zach. River seemed perfect; everything you could've asked for. 

But now, you finally have the chance to develop something with Zach you've always wanted. 

Zach calls out your name softly, your heart beating faster with the way your name falls off his lips. “You mean the whole world to me. I’d take you in my arms and protect you from all the harm in this world if I could. I've never liked River anyways, he seems stuck up and doesn't give you the attention you deserve. He should treat you like an angel, not the way he actually does,”

He moves closer to you, his hand now resting against your cheek. 

This feels so right. 

You lean in, and he does too, meeting his lips halfway as you allow yourself to get lost in him; in his smell, his taste, his lips. 

Oh, his lips. 

Soft and sweet as nectar; nectar which can make the flowers bloom and just set everything in your life right. 

His arms, wrapped around your waist as he pulls you closer to him, yours around his neck as you close even the smallest distance between you two. 

He pulls apart from you, your forehead resting against his as you breathe a little heavily. 

“I think,” you whisper, “I think I've fallen for you Zach.”

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[binsoojun]

i hope its okay to ask but can i get some hwajin na (true education webtoon) headcanons? also welcome to tumblr!

ㅤThank you so much!! This is my first ever submission that I've ever gotten so I'm really excited to work on this one, I hope you like it!!

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HWAJIN NA

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— i feel like he'd grab you by the hip and pull you closer to him whenever it's just you and him alone in a room or area 😻 hwajin na being the man 🤪

he DEFINITELY tells you cheesy pick up lines and dad jokes, i'm talking about cheesy-CHEESY.

"why are piggy banks so wise? because they have common cents [cue him cackling and losing his shit]"

"..."

"why aren't you laughing??"

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— when he pulls a cheesy pick up line to you, hanrim would furrow her eyebrows behind him and gesture a gagging pose

"if you ever think i don't love you, look at the stars above and count them 😖 that's how much i love you"

hanrim was awkardly smiling behind him while looking at you, almost as if she was saying 'how are you dating this man'

"hwajin, it's too early in the morning for you to pull cheesy lines, can we just check the cases today??" you say unamused as he tried to shove you with his shoulder "whaat? not even a 'that was smooth' comment from you?"

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— gives you selfies of the aftermath whenever he's done with a case, all of them are just him posing with a peace sign or him and hanrim when they're both in a case without you

"me and hanrim just finished the case"

the picture he sent was him and hanrim doing a peace sign, the background showing a black car that they (or you guys) use for driving.

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BONUS!!

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— he's good with babies, handling kids in his job is no problem to him already, a baby won't slow him down anyway.

although he's good with them, it doesn't mean that they're not scared of him LMAO one time this month-old baby burst out in tears because he made eye contact with it. he immediately started to make funny faces at the baby to cheer them up, but unfortunately, it cried even more. he gave up and started to doubt and think; "is it because of my beard??"

HANRIM IM

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— when i tell you im head over heels for this woman, her working out? you're beside her, walking on a treadmill as she did push ups on the ground. her doing her training? next thing you know you're her punching bag (not really)

"aren't you a bit rusty today?" she smirks at her snarky comment at you, dodging your hits at her.

"maybe because you had more frequent training than i did," you say out of breath as she smiled at you.

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the entire room was filled with pants, hits, and shoes squeaking along the floor. you and your girlfriend hitting and dodging each other, making eye contact once in a while.

hanrim then saw you eyeing her face, striking your arm as this was the right time to blow an attack.

"FUCK—" you grunt. hanrim laughing whole heartedly, towering above your eye-sight.

"now get me my water and towel, loser"

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— she'd give you little trinkets or gifts (keychains, accessories, and others)

— the type to make you lego flowers in her free time <3 you got yourself a cute and pretty gf <33

"i made this for you!! i hope you like it when i get home :))" her message was followed by a photo of a flower, made out of lego blocks.

"you built that on your own? aren't you busy nowadays ╥ ╥ you didn't have to make me this :( <3" you typed out, touched by what your beauty of a girlfriend made you

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— sick? don't worry, your loving s/o would take care of you!! she's currently making you hot soup and curry for dinner, so don't doubt it ;) (or so i thought) she almost burnt down the kitchen once trying to cook for you

screams were heard in the kitchen, startling you. while running downstairs in a hurry, the sight of your girlfriend trying to open a fire extinguisher made you laugh

"HELP ME HERE" she shouted from struggling to open the extinguisher in panic.

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after cleaning up the mess, hanrim turns to look at you defeated. with her usual puppy look eyes that made you fall inlove with her.

"sorry.. i was trying to make you food since you were sick" teary-eyed, you immediately hugged her and shushed her in comfort saying that she did her best and that she's a great lover for doing that to you. (despite putting both of your lives in danger by setting the kitchen on fire but we'll ignore that part anyway)

[alltoolewis]

Enough for you (part 1) - Mason Mount

I missed you guysssss..... finally logged back into my account after 2 months and began typing & I'm so happy!!!! I am sorry for the absent, uni and my personal life has been a living hell but I am back for now to speak and write to all you lovely lot... which I've just now discovered I now have 2,000 followers! Thank you soooooooo much I really can't believe it

This one isn't the best as I'm a little rusty but I think it's a good opener for a new series I am going to write! Currently it's called 'enough for you' however this might change the more I write of it! The next part will be uploaded tomorrow but for now feel free to fill my inbox with 'hello's' and questions as I missed you all sooooooooo much! Enjoy 💕

Summary- After your dad, frank lampard, gets assigned to manage his old team again and wants you to join him as the head counsellor, your mind fills with dread and flashbacks of a possible reunion with your ex...

“Theres no way…” You whispered, staring at your father in disbelief as he spoke the words that you thought you’d never hear again “Your managing Chelsea… again”.

“Only for the rest of the season, it’s nothing permanent yet” You could hear his own surprise in his voice, as if he too couldn’t believe what he was saying. “But it went awful last time” You gasped “Why would they want you back?”

 “Cheers kiddo, I needed that confidence boost…” rolling his eyes he came closer to you, ruffling your hair slightly before walking pass you towards the kitchen.

“I didn’t mean it like that dad” You sighed, following him “They just treated you so badly last time… is it worth it?” It’s not that you didn’t want your dad to go back into managing his old team, of course you wanted him too! Goosebumps rose on your own arms just thinking about Frank Lampard’s, your dads, big return to Stamford bridge. But the excitement fades away quickly once you the memories of last time flood in your mind.

The headline that he left…

The face he made when he got the call…

The hours and hours he spent preparing to head HR to fight a losing battle…

Seeing the nervousness in your eyes, he wrapped his arms around you “Theres no need to panic, eh? It’s a couple of weeks that’s all… they need me”.

Sighing, you knew that he was right. You didn’t have to live under a rock to know how poor Chelsea was at the minute. “I suppose you couldn’t make them any worst than they are…” You giggled, a smirk on your face as you pulled away from the hug, his laugh echoing across the marble walls of the kitchen “That’s the spirit! Now let’s get a glass of wine to celebrate our return!”

Just as you were about to grab the glasses, you froze “Our return…”

“Yeah, that’s the thing…” Your dad spoke hesitantly “The board had asked if you’d also come back as the head of the wellbeing team. All the players and staff have been going through a rough time and really need a team on site to help… that’s why they need you!”

Working for Chelsea was the first job you had ever gotten when you graduated from university with a counselling degree. It obviously helped that your dad was the manager of the team, however every loved having you around and you loved being there. But when your dad got fired from the team in such a cruel way and the management of the team collapsing, there was no way that you were going to stay… so you left with him… despite everything you were leaving behind… despite leaving him!

“No way dad!” You quickly rejected, placing the glasses back down as you headed back into the living room “I am happy for you, I really am! But I’m not going back!”

“Why not?”

“I have a job!”

“You can leave it” He pushed, causing your eyes to widen “I can’t just leave my job dad! What am I supposed to say, ‘sorry guys I’m going to work with my dad for a few weeks and then I’ll return when they throw us away again’”.

“They never asked you to go” Your dad interjected. It was true, if anything the team wanted you to stay more than Frank!

“They wanted you to leave… so I did too! End of!”

“(y/n) …” Frank spoke hesitantly “This isn’t about Mason, is it?”

You didn’t realise your body could go more into shock than before until he spoke his name. The name that at one point caused your heart to burst into a thousand butterflies, but now makes it shatter into a million shards of glass that was impossible to piece together again…

“No” You spoke just above a whisper, trying to convince not only your dad but yourself. It wasn’t a secret that you were once in love with Chelsea’s number 19… to the public it might have been but to everyone in your life it was clear to see the effect that his presence had on you, and even now almost 2 years later remains on you! You were perfect together, the mix of your existences together had meaning, a love so strong that it could be seen a mile away… that was until he broke your heart.

“Don’t lie to me (y/n)” Frank sighed “Why else wouldn’t you come back?”

“Why do you even care about that?” You exploded, anger tracing in your veins “You hated us together… it was one of the reasons he broke up with me!”

Flashback

“What do you mean you can’t do this anymore?” You breathed out, looking over to him as he placed his hands over his face in anger, sitting on the edge of the sofa. What was supposed to be a night enjoying watching your boyfriend play in one of the toughest tournaments in football, turned into a surprisingly sour one. The second you returned home from the win, Mason turned bitter, his face scrunched together in thought as he refused to acknowledge your presence. “You won Mase… I don’t what is wro-“

“We’re wrong!” he screamed back, standing up from the sofa as he turned to face you “It’s not about the game… It’s about us!”

“Mason I don’t know what you mean?!?” you shouted back, confusion etched in your voice as he huffed “Us, (y/n) … it shouldn’t be happening it can’t happen!”

“We’ve been together for months Mason! Why now?”

“People are going to find out about us and then what? I’m just the player who got in the team cause he’s shagging his managers daughter!”

“Who cares what they say?!” You pushed “Who gives a fuck? I’m happy, your happy… my dad’s okay with it!”

“Oh please!” He laughed sarcastically as you raised your eyebrows in confusion “Your dad hates us together and you know it!” “He did at first but not anymore” You tried to convince him, knowing that it did indeed take your dad awhile to warm to the idea “He accepts us Mason… so what’s this really about because I know what you are saying is full of shit!”

Mason turned back around, not wanting you to see any more of the cracks showing “I’m telling the truth (y/n)!”

“No. Your. Not.” You said, voice getting angrier and angrier “You wouldn’t do this now, you wouldn’t end us over something so simple… so easy to fix! So what is it?”

“I CHEATED OKAY!” he shouted back, causing your heart to stop. “Your lying…” You mumbled, shaking your head as you refused to let the tears go “Your lying… you’d ne-never do th-that to me… with who?”

“Does it matter?” He sighed, pulling his hair as he glanced over to what once was your happy figure, but is now destroyed. “Yes it does…” You whispered, a tear ruining down your cheek against your will “of course it does, so with who?”

“Just a girl at the club” he spoke with no emotion “I got drunk, she was there, it happened”

“Why?”

“Why what?” He tutted “Why did I fuck her? Like I just said, we got drunk she was there, you wasn’t it’s that easy-“

“No… not that” You stopped him, not wanting to hear anymore “Why wasn’t I good enough for you?”

Your words caused him to freeze as he stopped his pacing, and for a moment you could of sworn you seen the cracks to yet another lie but of course it was hidden quicker than it was seen “You know what they say… the game is the game, and sometimes your just not good enough to play!”

His words caused your body to tense up like you just got a million paper cuts, you wanted to push him… to fight him… to prove that the crack you seen was a lie, a doubt… but why would you, when the man you loved, the man you thought was your haven, just told you that you weren’t good enough.

Without another word, you nodded, walking past him to collect your belongings. Only once you were past him did you let the tears run…

“Mason?” You whispered, needing to say one more thing to him before you left

“Yes…” You didn’t look at him when he replied but you knew he was crying… but why?

“Thank you for letting me play the game with you…” and with that you left… one of you hoping to see the other one again while the other one prayed.

End of flashback

 A shiver ran down your back as you remembered the horrid memory, but it was brushed off as your dad began to speak again “I didn’t hate you together!” He protested, sitting beside you on the couch “Did I hate the idea of my oldest child falling in love? Yes. Did I hate the idea that one of my best players was seeing my daughter behind my back? Of course.”

“dad…” You tried to stop him, but he obviously ignored you.

“But did I hate seeing my daughter so happy? No.” tears streamed down your face as he spoke the truthful words “I know it hurt you. The hiding… the breakup… the secrecy. But that’s what love is, and deep down I know he really did love you.”

“Then why did break up with me then?” you sniffled “If he really loved me that much then why?”

“That’s something we’ll never know unless you speak to him.”

Of course you didn’t tell your dad he cheated on you, although after the reveal you couldn’t stand to even look at him, your love overpowered the hatred of ruining his relationship with your dad and his chances of remaining in the first team.

“I’m not seeing him dad… no matter what I’m not facing him again” Your body went into reject mode at the idea of just seeing him, nevermind having a vulnerable conversation with him. “I’m not asking you too honey, he can be booked in with someone else and you’ll have your own office… but please come back with me? I need you”.

 ‘I need you’

The three words that held so much but little meaning. The three words that you held onto so tightly for so many years. The three words that you can never refuse.

“Fine…” You sighed, as your dads’ arms wrapped around you once more in celebration. “Thank you… thank you… thank you! The teams going to be so happy…”

“You don’t have to thank me, I’d do anything for you and you know that” You chuckled, getting off the couch to collect the glasses you put down a lifetime ago “but dad?”

“Yes?”

“You make sure Mason Mount stays the hell away from me!”