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marymary-diva17 · 4 months

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The ones left behind (2)

Sully family x reader + tarsem and others

The great mother always seems to have plans for her children no matter if they are born Navi or human. Now life has changed for many since the departure of the omatacayia, as they need to leave their home but most of them didn’t leave on good terms. Life had gone on for everyone there was still some sorrow. There had been some happiness that had been discovered during this time of sorrow.

Y/n " ......" you are humming a song while doing some work in the home you share with your mate tarsem, yes you and tarsem had become mates after you had been given an avatar body. The avatar body as the thing that saved your from the brink of death two year ago.

tarsem " ma y/n I home"

y/n " welcome home my love you have been missed" tarsem soon placed his bow and caught of the day down, as he sat down and kissed you.

tarsem “ it good to be home after being gone for so long”

y/n “ it good to have you home my husband”

Tarsem “ well I have many reasons to come home my wife” tarsem soon smirk towards you making you role your eyes at him.

tarsem “ so how was everything when I was away”

y/n “ it was good I and norm had worked on away to help us avoid the RDA, since two half years ago after we discovered a way to make the avatar bodies last forever and make a new one for spider”

tarsem “ spider has always been Navi even when he looked human, so did you my love that what made you beautiful”

y/n “ oh so I’m not beautiful anymore”

tarsem “ you will always me beautiful my love” tarsem soon learned into a another kiss and your kissed him back. Soon the moment between you two had been interrupted when the sound of something else had gotten both adults attention.

tarsem “ my turn”

y/n “ no fair you cheater” tarsem had soon taken off into the home stepping into the room he shares with his mate, and soon came back into the common area holding two babies in his arms.

tarsem “ sempu is sorry for not coming to see me mighty warrior boys, wow you two are getting big and strong one day you will be like your dad” you soon smile as tarsem soon sat down still holding onto both boys.

y/n “ what makes you think they will be warriors my love they could be like me and my grandmother, a long line of peace makers and having a connection with eywa”

tarsem “ well know how have so much energy in them so being so small, and they kinda of remaining me of when I was young and remind me of your brothers as well” you had become quite after hearing your mates words, it had been two half years since your last saw your family. Speaking with them had become rare occurrence as it was deemed unsafe by Jake, even after you found a safe way to communicate with them. You had stopped calling Jake dad and now address with by his name and, you no longer called neytiri mom as well. None of your family knew you were now bonded to your avatar body, along with being mates and mother now. You had felt your are no longer connected to with your siblings and spider felt like, he lost his friends.

tarsem " ma y/n I'm sorry for bring up the past it was awful of me"

y/n " it okay tarsem" one of your sons had reached out towards you and you soon took him from tarsem.

y/n " don't worry my loves mama is okay everything will be okay"

norm " hey everyone"

tarsem " norm welcome"

spider " hey everyone aww the little guys are awake"

y/n " hello spider yes they are up"

tsu'tey " we came to see how you all were doing and see how the new members of the clan have been doing"

tarsem " they are doing well"

spider " so what are you going to name them or we are still going to call them babies or little ones"

y/n " we have decided one the names for the boys"

tarsem " yes we are going to name them Ako and Arawo"

tsu'tey " those are perfect names for twins it custom for twins, and will be good for them when they grow older"

y/n " yes prefect name for our boys" ako was the oldest in tarsem arms and looks for navi then his brother arawo who had inherited, your human features of five fingers and eyebrows.

spider " well I love their names and thanks for allowing me to be their uncle"

y/n " you have always been like a brother to be spider and you have been there for me as well, we all have been through alot over these years"

norm " yes there is some news I have come to share with you"

y/n " share what news norm"

norm " some of the others have lost faith that Jake will actually let us join them or even come back to the forest, and if they do come back they might make life elsewhere"

y/n " ......."

spider : yes some of the navi had mentioned that and it has been years since we last saw everyone, we are now adults and the twins mark the first kids born in this small clan"

y/n " I still wish to ave faith we will see them again but if we don't, then we will wish the best for them and move on with our lives"

tsu'tey " your grandmother made the right decision on making you her successor" you had nodded your head at tsu'tey statement you did become this small clan tshaik, and where there for everyone during hard times.

y/n " we will either get a sign from eywa if we should go to the reef clan and join them or word from Jake sully himself, but we need to get ready and wait"

spider " understood do you think they miss us"

y/n " yes spider we will always have a special relationship with them" the group had stayed that the home that night for dinner and conversation, helping the twins get use to walking a bit and help learning some words in navi and English. It will take another month until Jake will make contact saying they were allowed to come, it had been many years and hearing these words had not that much effect on everyone.

Days later

y/n " ........." the group had traveled after they packed all they needed and soon made home, on the inland that the humans were given to live on. The you and the other navi and avatar had decided to help set up base and get everything ready.

max " well we have everything set up here"

norm " well we will be seeing everyone soon enough"

y/n " yes it seems like they had found us some homes to stay there"

tarsem " whatever happens my love I will be here and if need I will ask Jake and neytiri to leave if needed"

tsu'tey "good for you my brother standing up for your mate and children"

norm " spider will be staying with me and tsu'tey along with avroke"

avroke " I'm good with that the others will be staying in the other homes, as the rest of the avatars will stay here in these tents"

y/n " that good"

Scientist " yes I think it best if we stay here and only send a few of you towards the village"

y/n " okay but I'm still worried about the twins what if someone see them"

tsu'tey " carry them in the basket when we are moving into our new homes or carrying them in thier baby carries but use this shall to cover them"

tarsem " that will work and they are asleep at the moment so it will be good"

y/n " yes well let get going" the group soon took off on their ikrans it was good, that none of the members of the clan where near by as the group had been welcome by some warriors and Scouts. they had been shown their homes but while walking there they were getting looks.

scouts " this where you all will be staying"

y/n " thank you"

tarsem " yes thank you this home will be good" they had been helped moving thier stuff, but as you stepped into the home that was given to tarsem.

scout 2 " excuse me y/n the daughter of toruk makto will be living with his family and that you"

y/n " yes but I'm old enough to live here"

tarsem " she and I are a mated pair so she will be staying with me if that fine"

scout 3 " no that okay we didn't know her father didn't tell us"

tsu'tey " as he doesn't know yet so please don't share the news as it for them to share, so please respect their wishes"

scout " yes we will toruk makto and his family will be back sometime later on today, with tonowari and his family along with anyone else they might wish to see you all"

y/n " thank you and thank you for helping us move stuff" the Scouts and warriors soon left leaving the group to go into homes, and soon set everything up.

tarsem " Jake sully is going to lose it when he hears the news"

y/n " well he will have to accept it as we all have been apart for so long, they can't think we will all stay the same"

tarsem " yes that is true but I can't wiat for our children to meet your siblings and mo'at they will see soon they have, a big and happy family"

y/n " yes they will soon meet everyone else but the matter of Jake and neytiri will be dealt with later on" tarsem nodded his head he had lost respect for Jake and neytiri along with most of the clan. After a while everything was set up and the home was looking good, when you heard footstep running towards your home.

???? " they said she came here spider and everyone else were living, over here"

????? " I can't wait to see y/n again along with everyone else" you and tarsem soon looked up and saw, your siblings standing there with three other kids behind them.

neteyam " tarsem"

tarsem " hello everyone wow all of you have grown and changed over the years"

lo'ak " it good to see you again but have you see our sister we were told she came here"

y/n " hello baby brother wow you have grown so much" soon all four kids had looked at you, along with the three others behind them.

tuk " y/n"

y/n " hello tuk tuk you have become older and now taller" tuk soon smiled and hugged you she was soon joined by your three other siblings.

kiri " how is this possible you have a avatar body"

y/n " we made one after you all left and soon I did the ritual"

neteyam " wait so you are like us now"

y/n " yes I'm"

lo'ak " that so amazing wiat I see you to meet our friends my Tsireya and her brother aonung and rotxo"

tsireya " hello we have heard so much about you it good to meet you"

y/n " yes hello"

aonung " we had been told you came here and went to the sully homes to see you were not there"

rotxo " yes we were hoping to meet you and a boy named spider"

kiri : wiat where is spider is he with the other can we go see them"

spider " right here kiri long time no see everyone" everyone soon turned around and saw spider as navi looking at them. beef spider could say anything else he was soon hugged by kiri and lo'ak.

lo'ak " wow bro you are the same height as neteyam now that amazing and you are navi now as well"

spider " yeah I got my avatar body finally and I owe your sister for it"

kiri " I knew one day you will get one I'm so happy"

tuk " yes now can all have fun again like we did in the past"

norm " hey kids" soon norm along with tsu'tey and avroke had come to say hello to the sully children, everyone was happy reconnecting and meeting new people.

neteyam" sister we can help you move your stuff into the family home"

y/n " teyam thank you but I will be living her with tarsem"

lo'ak " don't tell us that you and tarsem are together like mated couple"

tarsem " yes is that okay with you all"

the sully kids " yes"

neteyam "that amazing we are happy for you both we always knew you two were close"

lo'ak " it good to know you have found love sister"

y/n" it seems like I was not the only one" you smile at your brother as they were standing close to tsireya and aonung.

y/n " there is something else I and tarsem wish to share with you all, as it has been so long since we all seen each other"

neteyam " sure"

y/n " well come inside and I will share with you all have a sit" soon everyone came inside and soon sat down, and you soon left the room and returned with something in your arms.

y/n " everyone I will love you all to meet my sons a Ako and Arawo" you sibling soon looked as you showed them your twin boys, who were now toddlers.

kiri " you have children"

y/n " yes there is so much you all have missed and I'm sorry I didn't tell you all sooner"

neteyam " sister it okay we left you like that and we are sorry but we are happy to have you home"

lo'ak " they are so cute"

tsireya " yes they are so cute and you are blessed to have wonderful children"

y/n " thank you"

aonung " are you sure it okay for us three to be here even due we are not family"

y/n " you all have some connections with my sibling and are very important to them if they tell you all about me and, bring you here as well so that make you family"

kiri " can I hold one of them please"

y/n " sure"

neteyam " I want to hold one as well" you laugh as your siblings and their friends were able to hold the twins, and it seems like the twins connect with them easily.

y/n " please don't tell ..."

lo'ak " mom and dad we understand it took us a long time to see they were not good to you, but we are here to help now if anything happens we will be here for you' all the older kids had left as tuk had left tp get mo'at so she can see you and meet her great grandchildren.

tarsem " see my love you have all the support in the world" the happy moment had soon been cut off, when it sound like someone else was coming. Soon enough mo'at had show herself she was happy to see you again.

mo'at " my granddaughter you have chanegd so much and it make me proud., and I here you have become mates with tarsem as well"

tarsem " yes we have and I will make sure to be loyal to her until the very end and in the after life as well"

mo'at " I know you will young man I know you will but I also have heard, we have new member born into the clan right Ako and Arawo"

y/n " yes" lo'ak and spider were with the twins right now and soon shown them to mo'at who smiled, she soon said a blessing over the boys.

mo'at " you two have done well and will keep doing well, as ewya has blessed you both to be mates and parents .... you have grown y/n and I'm sorry I was not here for that but I hope I can be there for you now"

y/n " you are always welcome in my life grandmother along with my siblings"

mo'at " thank you" The twins were being fawned over by everyone as as now sitting down and talking. The sound of movement stopping near the couple home entrance had gotten everyone attention. The happy mode that was once here was now gone as you can tell who had arrived.

y/n " it has been a while hasn't it my dear parents" you soon got up looking at Jake and neytiri, as they were now standing with tonowari and ronal.

neytiri " my daughter you are finally here it been so long"

y/n " yes it has" neytiri came towards you happy to see you, and she had failed to see the twins at the moment as they are being held by neteyam and kiri.

Jake " my girl you have an avatar body that wonderful"

y/n " it my new body sir as I"m no longer human I have done the ritual and have become navi"

Jake " what I ...."

tonowari " daughter of toruk makto y/n we have heard so much about you"

y/n " hello it nice to meet you I have meet your children as well and they are wonderful"

rotox " thank you and we are happy to have you here but hope you will be good to the clan"

y/n " we will I and my mate"

Jake " mate you are mated"

tarsem " I'm here mate that why she here with me and no home we start a life together"

Jake " that amazing I'm happy to have you as son in law my boy, I know you are right man for my daughter and all be a good husband"

ronal " we alway welcome you guest as well"

spider " hello" soon the sound a baby had gotten all four adult attention when they soon saw the twins looking at them.

neytiri " little ones who kids are these"

y/n " they are my kids with tarsem" Jake and neytiri look at their daughter as she said that to them, this was a whole shock to them.

tarsem " this is our family if you have anything to say keep it to yourself, it not good I not wish to have my kids upset"

Jake " no we don't mean anything we are just shocked everything it change so much, we missed everything and that hurts"

neteyam " sir this is not about you right now you are here to welcome old friends back after years away"

mo'at " it getting late and we all should be getting home we can talk more later on"

Jake " no we are staying to talk now we need to understand what going on"

tarsem " No I'm asking you all to leave now this my home and it best if you leave for now I don't need you upsetting my wife" Jake and neytiri wish to say more but were soon taken awya but your siblings and mo'at. Everyone else had left as well leaving the family together, tarsme and the children made you feel better but you were still broken by what happened. It was going to be a hard time to get ready for everything that will be coming.

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neon-junkie · 9 months

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Chef!Crosshair x Server!Reader Headcanons

This has been stuck in my drafts for a while, so I figured I'd tidy it up, and hit post. Reader is gender-neutral. 2k words. I think Crosshair would deffo be a chef in a modern setting! A little self indulgent as I'm a bartender/server... hehehehe...

Crosshair isn't quite the top dog, but second in line. Still, he runs the kitchen, and Maker forbids anybody to step out of line when Crosshair is on shift.

Or in general, for that matter. Crosshair has no problem breaking one of his chefs down to tears if they forget one simple task, like day dotting food stock, or ensuring that the fridges are at the correct temperature.

"A baby could do this job better than you. Why can't you pull your karking socks up, and get some sense through your thick skull?!"

Crosshair is a big meanie, to put it blankly. He has respect for those who do their job right, but if you're acting like an idiot in his kitchen, then all hell will break loose.

He's snappy to the front of house staff, too. Including the servers. Didn't scrape the plates enough? That deserves a telling off. Rushing him for orders? Fuck off. And if you dare steal a chip? Might as well die.

Crosshair doesn't like mess, clutter, or laziness, and everybody knows damn well how much it irritates him. Just don't be stupid, essentially.

Anyway, you've applied to this popular street food style restaurant. It's not posh, far from it. The food is fatty and filling, the perfect hangover cure, and you're guilty of being a regular.

The Manager, Hunter, doesn't seem surprised when you apply, and your interview is essentially a chit-chat, getting to know each other, seeing as you've already met from coming in on the regular.

It's finally time for you to put your uniform on, and be introduced to the rest of the staff. Everybody is lovely, to say the least, as you've met them before from being a customer.

Then you go into the back of house, and meet those who have blessed your stomach time and time again.

Hunter's eyes trail the kitchen before he asks, "where's Cross?" and another staff member shrugs whilst replying, "out the back."

Hunter, after letting out a grumble, leads you to the back entrance, explaining that this is the staff smoking area. Just as he's about to step outside, the door opens, and a tired-looking man in pristine chef's whites stands in the doorway.

He lets out another puff of his cigarette before discarding it, only to choke on the smoke as his eyes meet yours. His hand comes up to clear his throat, and you notice the tattoos and burn marks scattered over his toned arms. He's clear of jewellery, but you instantly know he's the type to wear rings and chains when he's off shift.

"Cross, I want to introduce you to our new server," Hunter pulls his gaze from yours, and after saying your name, Crosshair fails to make eye contact with you.

Only now do you notice his face tattoo, darkly contrasting against his silver hair. Is it dyed? Or is he really this stressed out from his job?

"Nice to meet you," Crosshair mutters as he extends his hand, and shakes yours. "Now, if you'll excuse me. I have stock to count."

And with that, he's pushing past you and Hunter, disappearing into the kitchen.

Hunter turns back to you with a sigh, "he doesn't talk much. Not a fan of strangers, but I'm sure he'll warm up to you."

Oh, how right Hunter is.

Your first week went well, and you're slowly starting to establish a place for yourself within your new work environment.

Today is your usual weekday shift. Not too busy, but not slow paced either. The lunch rush has finished, and you're tasked with cleaning up tables. Another stack of plates is brought into the kitchen, and you're going through them one by one, scraping the leftovers into the bin before stacking them on the shelves for the pot washer to clean, when he's back from his cigarette break.

You can feel somebody's eyes on the back of your head, practically burning a hole through your skull. Curious, you peer over your shoulder, and lock eyes with Crosshair.

He's attempting to prep some vegetables, and narrowly misses his finger whilst chopping them, his gaze fixated elsewhere. Only, once your eyes meet his, Crosshair looks back to his task, acting as if he wasn't just staring at you.

So, you turn away, only to look back at him when his voice fills the air.

"It's nice to have some competence around here," Crosshair comments. You let out a soft "hm?" so Crosshair continues. "Most of the other servers leave their plates a mess, barely scraped, stacked in the wrong order. It's nice to have a server who knows how to do their job."

"It's not like it's hard," you say with a shrug.

"Exactly," Crosshair looks back up at you, and you notice the upwards turn to his lips.

You return to your task after matching his smile, and you're both content with the silence in the air.

Once finished, it's time for your break. Whilst you would usually ring your staff food through without a second thought, you decide to ask Crosshairs permission first.

"Hey, I know you're doing prep, but do you mind if I ring my food through? I can wait if-"

"-What would you like, Sweetheart?" Crosshair asks, wiping his hands clean as he makes his way over to the grill.

"Uhm… a burger?" your mind falls blank, mostly because you're not used to having a chef seem this happy with cooking.

"Is that it?" Crosshair raises his brow. "Come on, you can come up with something more creative than that. Tell me what toppings you like."

Before you know it, you're going into depth about exactly how you like your burgers. All the while, Crosshair is nodding in agreement, and even chimes in with comments here and there. You soon ring your order up, and whilst waiting for it to cook, you return to cleaning your tables, all whilst your heart is pounding with butterflies in your chest.

Back in the kitchen, Crosshair catches himself smiling as he cooks your meal. He doesn't even realise how sappy he's being until he squirts the burger sauce onto the bun in the shape of a heart, soon to be hidden by a patty cooked to your liking.

"What's got you all cheery?" Hunter questions as he peers in the kitchen, bewildered at Crosshairs content expression.

Crosshair slips his emotional mask back on as he meets his brother's eyes, "just excited for my cigarette break."

One month into your new job, and you're more than happy here. The customers are nice, your coworkers are great, and the food is to die for!

Sure, you're in the honeymoon phase, but you'll enjoy it whilst it lasts.

Crosshair is slowly opening up to you, but he's been the toughest egg to crack. Whilst everybody else has no issue with jumping straight into conversation, Crosshair tends to keep his mouth shut, minus the odd hum and one-word reply here and there.

Only, you've seen him speak to others. Well, not speak… scream! Crosshair has no issue with shouting at his cooks over the smallest of things. He's even barked at the other servers, too. You know that he's overall disliked within the workplace, but sometimes, you can understand Crosshairs point of view.

He's right. It's not hard to do your job right, keep your area tidy, and be efficient. Maker knows how your co-workers manage to screw the smallest of things up, and sure, you've made mistakes here and there, and always bent over backwards to fix them.

But despite Crosshair's tough demeanour, deep down, he's a real sap. Or at least, he is towards you.

You've noticed that you can get away with certain things, such as nibbling on a few leftover chips whilst waiting for orders to be plated up, or using different abbreviations when ringing up orders.

You didn't even realise that wasn't the norm, until a fellow coworker commented, "Crosshair lets you eat the leftover fries? He swatted my hand away when I tried to do that, just like everybody else."

Maybe it's because you bring Crosshair a cup of coffee to his liking at the start of every shift? Or because you always let out comments here and there about how good the food is presented?

Maybe it's just because Crosshair has a thing for you, as much as he denies it. You are his favourite server, but Maker forbid that anybody knows, despite it being painfully obvious.

Obvious to everyone, but you.

You finally catch on during one stressful shift. A customer, as cursed as they are, broke you down to tears. You remained stiff lipped whilst taking a beating, but the second you entered the back of house, tears started rolling down your cheeks.

Hunter takes the burden of the customer off your shoulders, and orders you to go and take a moment to yourself out back.

The fire exit door swings open, and you storm out, holding back a choked sob as you take a seat on one of the many empty crates resting against the building.

Your head falls into your hands, elbows resting on your knees, and finally alone, you begin to cry.

Only, you're not alone. Crosshair is on the other side of the door, back resting against the wall with a forgotten cigarette pressed between his fingers. He can hear you crying, and after swallowing his feelings, and allowing them to settle in his uneasy stomach, he discards his cigarette and decides to approach you.

"Customers, huh?" Crosshair questions as he takes a seat beside you, not bothering to ask if you need a friend. He knows damn well that you do.

A series of incoherent words fall from your lips, but Crosshair can piece them together. You're venting about what just happened, mumbling and babbling away, blowing off steam with your favourite chef by your side.

In the midst of offloading your anger, Crosshair decides to weave his arm around your shoulders, and gently pull you into his grasp.

He doesn't even realise what he's done until your head comes to rest on his shoulder, lashes fluttering against his sensitive Adams apple, still venting away whilst a hand caresses your shoulder and back.

"And you wonder why I work in the kitchen," Crosshair comments, earning a laugh from you.

"Maybe I should switch, and start working in the kitchen with you," you say with a light chuckle.

Despite his stomach turning at the idea, Crosshair puts on a smile as he replies, "that wouldn't be so bad. I'm sure I could put up with you."

"Put up with me?" you repeat with a gasp, straightening your back to meet his eyes. All Crosshair does is give you a shrug, with a cheeky grin on his lips. "Phfft, I'd be the one putting up with you. I've seen how you bark at your chefs," you continue.

"I don't bark," Crosshair says with a playful glare. "I bite."

You can't help but let out a laugh, soon returning your head to his shoulder. "You wouldn't bite me," you boast.

Crosshair allows his cheek to rest against the top of your head. "I might do," he says eagerly, "but only if you waste stock."

"Oh, I'd definitely burn a burger or two," you admit, knowing damn-well that you're a riot in the kitchen.

In the midst of your nattering, Hunter makes his way through the back of house to find you, knowing that you're taking a breather outside.

Only he stops once he overhears your voice, and a certain chef talking to you.

Smiling to himself, Hunter decides that you don't need him - you have somebody else to take care of you, somebody who has been eager to talk to you, but is far more timid than he lets on.

Hunter's little plan is going smoothly, now that Crosshair is finally speaking to you, rather than keeping to himself in the kitchen.

After all, Crosshair is the main reason why you were hired. It's his own fault, drunkenly admitting that he thought a certain regular customer was attractive, and definitely his type.

Fate took its course, and Hunter found your CV in his pile only a few days later.

You were beyond perfect for the job, and maybe, just maybe, you'll be even better for a certain chef.

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rogersideup · 11 months

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Nice to be Kneaded

Chapter 7

Beautifully Natured

Series Masterlist

Previous part: Sunflower Next Part: The Brewing Storm

Word Count: 5,999

Warnings: My blog is 18+ only. All minors or blogs without an age in bio will be blocked. Minors DNI. Descriptions of injuries, mentions of anxiety, and sexual and domestic abuse. Topics discussed in this chapter could be hard for some people, please be advised.

"So..." You shouted from the inside of your walk in closet to make sure Steve could hear you from his spot, comfortably sprawled out in your bed wearing nothing but your blankets. "I just have to input work hours into payroll and decorate a few cakes for pickup tomorrow. It should only take a few hours, do you want to do something after?"

"Ummmmm yeah" He shouted back, sass laced in his tone. "What am I supposed to do? Say no?"

"Well then sorry I asked!?" You rolled your eyes, happy he couldn't see the stupid smile on your face as you buttoned your jean shorts.

"Are you sure you have to go to work at all?" He asked.

"Oh, I'm sure." You looked through all your tops to try and find one good enough to wear to work.

"But isn't the beauty of being your own boss being able to make your own work hours?"

"Yes, but the downside is needing to make sure all your employees are taken care of. If I don't input payroll today, nobody will get paid next week." You explained, pulling a shirt off a hanger.

A pair of unsuspecting arms wrapped around your bare stomach from behind, and a few kisses were placed at the crown of your head. "I'm sure they have savings?"

You giggled at his attempt. If it were up to him, the two of you would be naked in bed all day. Watching movies, eating food, and getting your daily cardio in through endless romps between the sheets. As lovely as that sounded, you had a whole business that heavily relied on you to keep operating.

"People have kids to feed and rent to pay, baby." You slipped the T-shirt over your head, and he stepped back to give you space to do so.

Once your arms were pulled through the short sleeves, and you tucked just the front into your pants. He reached his hand out to grab your injured one, it was only then you noticed he managed to put some pants on.

"How's your money maker?" He questioned, inspecting the healing gash in your palm.

"Getting better every day." You reassured him. "It's almost gone."

"Feeling better?"

"Doesn't even hurt" You nodded.

"Tough as nails, beautiful." He raised the back of your hand to his lips before kissing it. "And you'll have a really cool scar to show for it."

No matter how much time you've spent with him, or how intimate the two of you have become, you still couldn't help the blush in your cheeks whenever he complemented you.

You just simply weren't used to a guy treating you like this, it was as if Steve worshiped the ground you walked on. He complemented you every chance he got, held open every door, never let your glass vase empty of flowers, and deeply cared about your well-being. You'd never eaten and consumed water on such a consistent basis in your entire life.

The track record of lousy men in your life had you used to busting your ass to make sure their stomachs were full, you fought tooth and nail just for a moment of their attention. You'd spend hours squeezing yourself into uncomfortable shape-ware then into even more uncomfortable outfits after hours of doing your hair and makeup just for a glimmer of hope that they'd tell you they thought you were pretty.

You were used to 24 hour labor just to maintain a career and keep your last ex happy, busting your ass in hopes of validation from him just for your cheek to be met with the back of his hand and his back turned away from yours as you slept at night. You'd sleep with him even if you hated every second just for the chance to feel his arms around you, you'd hoped that maybe you'd get to look into his pretty brown eyes and see a tiny sparkle of lust for you. But you always ended up feeling worse than where you started. Like a toy, a vessel for his white picket fence fantasy.

But Steve? You're pretty sure he'd get on his hands and knees just to kiss your feet if you'd let him. Sometimes you felt guilty. You knew you should enjoy every moment of feeling wanted and worshipped, the altitude in which Steve cared about you is something you thought you could only dream of from a man.

But a lot of the times you had to stop and take a deep breath. Like when he'd rest his hand on your cheek and you'd have to physically restrain yourself from flinching, or when he told you how beautiful he thought you were but all you could get yourself to believe was that he was lying to keep you close and use your body. When he reached for your hands to hold them or give you a hug, your brain always wanted to yank them away before he could have the chance to pull you first.

Of course you knew that's not what was happening here, and you never had any of thought thoughts before sleeping with him. Why they had become so loud and invasive recently was beside you, and completely aggravating.

You wished in moments like these you still had Georgia to talk to. She was the only one who truly knew what you had gone through, and the only one who ever seemed to give you advice you could wholeheartedly trust. Of course you had other friends, but they wouldn't understand like Georgia would. Shit, Georgia wouldn't even understand anymore considering she hated Steve with every bone in her body.

So now it was up to you, and your sort-of clueless fugitive to sort out this jumbled mess of emotions in your head. Quite honestly, you didn't want to subject him to carrying the weight of the hurt in your heart. So.... you were down to just you.

"...did I lose you?" He asked as he gently let go of your hands when he saw a glossy lost look in your eyes.

"No..." You shook your head and forced a smile. "Sorry. What do you want to do later? Do you have anything in mind?"

He nodded shyly. "I have some plans in mind if you're feeling up to it."

"What kind've plans?" You asked, eyebrow raising in suspicion.

"Surprise plans" He shrugged.

"Should I be scared?" You thought out-loud.

"No" he giggled. "It's definitely nothing too crazy."

"Should I change when I get home from work?"

"Nope, what you're wearing is perfect, and I'll come pick you up."

You checked your outfit in the mirror hanging on the closet door just to make sure you looked okay before leaving the house. "A t-shirt and shorts is perfect?"

"You look great" he grinned proudly before kissing your shoulder, looking at you through the mirror.

"Are you sure you want to pick me up? I don't mind meeting you at your place." You questioned.

"Yeah of course!" He said enthusiastically. "Why would I not pick you up?"

"Just seems a little inconvenient for you, that's all." You grinned at his confusion.

"It's not inconvenient" He shook his head. "It would be inconvenient for you to come all the way back here just to meet me at my house then leave again. Plus, even if it was inconvenient for me I wouldn't mind because I'd do pretty much anything just to spent 5 minutes with you."

"You're a puppy dog, Steve." You smiled on the outside but screamed on the inside, just trying to convince yourself you deserved this.

Behind that smile, he could see there was something wrong. Your hesitancy to accept anything he was saying to you at the moment was making him slowly panic and shrink into himself. He was scared he had done something wrong, or maybe you were just starting to remember the gravity of the situation the two of you were in.

No matter what, he couldn't think of a situation in which the pain in your eyes wasn't his fault. It made him swallow hard and think of a low pressure way to ask what he did to make you feel hurt enough to hide it.

He watched your walk to your shoes and slip on a pair of white sneakers, and tie them up in a perfect knot. Leaning against the door frame to wait for you, you popped back up with a little spring in your step.

You approached and put your hands on his waist just to feel his warm bare skin underneath your hands one last time before you had to go, then rocked up on your tippy toes for a kiss. His hands met the small of your back, before one of them traveled upwards to caress the side of your cheek.

Once again, you had to suppress the fight or flight response a hand on your face caused.

"Are you okay?" Steve asked you, slowly moving his hand back down to your spine.

Turns out, you weren't as good at hiding your internal war as you thought you were.

You nodded, "I'm okay."

"Are you sure?" He asked again, his tone was gentle but you could tell he was genuinely concerned.

"Yeah" You tried to convince him, but you really couldn't even convince yourself. "Yes, I'm okay."

That did nothing but raise the anxiety levels in his own mind, and cause his heart to sink into his stomach. But he knew now wasn't the right time to open up a whole can of worms right before you had to go to work, so just for you, he was going to live in the sinking feeling for a little while before he could see you again and talk about it at a better time.

"Okay" He pressed his lips together in a straight line and he looked down to see your face, his long hair forever flopping into his eyes. "I hope you have a good day at work"

You could tell he was worried, but you could tell even more that he thought he was the source of whatever was going on. And although that was partly the truth, it wasn't his fault and it killed you to see him look so down about it.

"How could could it possibly be good if you aren't there?" You questioned rhetorically, earning a genuine smile from him.

"Well I'll be here waiting for you the whole time, that's gotta count for something, right?" He smiled.

"Just like I said, you're a puppy dog." You smiled genuinely this time, and gave him one more kiss. "You can stay here as long as you want by the way, no pressure to leave."

"Okay, I'll see you later, Baby." He gave you another kiss for the road.

"Looking forward to it."

For the entirety of your time in the bakery, you just couldn't stop thinking about it, about him. You really did care about him so much, and you knew how much you meant to him as well. The more your mind spiraled the more guilty you felt.

Then you started thinking about Georgia again. If she really cared about you, why was she so keen on your ex but won't touch Steve with a 10 foot pole? Steve was the one who treated you like a god while the last one was taking advantage of you and playing cat and mouse behind closed doors.

Was it lack of judgment, or perhaps too much judgement? Maybe she was like your mother and would rather you be miserable in a situation that was bad for you just so everyone around you could think you had a loving husband and kids, rather than be happy with Steve who was a little too rough around the edges for Greenwood. Or maybe she was just like you, flinching and cowering at the remembrance of your last love.

You held it together until closing, then when it was just you alone in your cozy (not so) little bakery, a few tears fell and blurred your vision as you piped out the intricate details on the pink princess style cake on the turntable. A good time to take a breather didn't really happen until you finished the third and last cake, and all of them were tagged with the customer invoice and safely stored in the fridge.

You went to the bathroom with the intention of trying to fix yourself up considering Steve would be there at any moment to come get you, and you really didn't want him to see you like this. After managing to get yourself mostly presentable, you made a discovery that accounted for some of the dramatic emotions today, and that was a visit from Aunt Flow herself.

Your period made her monthly debut, and somehow, that made you feel a little bit better but also significantly worse. There was now something to blame for the tears, but also a whole new source of anxiety. For the first time, you'd have to deny Steve sex if that was in his list of plans for the night.

The thought made your hands shake and an uncomfortable stinging reside in your lungs. You really didn't want to find out that he was anything like your ex. If you said no but he still said yes, and insisted his emotions were more important than yours, you weren't sure you could handle that.

You couldn't handle a whole night of hugging yourself to sleep with his back facing you, holding back tears as to not wake him up. You couldn't handle disappointing him, or upsetting him just because of a two letter word slipping off your tongue.

Before you could even get your phone out to text him to reschedule, you could hear footsteps in the store. One last look in the mirror had you taking in one last deep breath before walking out and facing the cold hard truth that maybe you'd be led to uncomfortable disappointment tonight.

"Sunflower!" He smiled when he saw you, quietly walking over.

"Hi Stevie" You greeted, once again putting on your bravest face.

"I saw your cakes in the fridge, they're so pretty!" He complemented.

"Thank you, thank you" You accepted, feeling a little calmer around him. With no more room to let your mind wander, there was no time for imaginary scenarios. "You look very handsome"

You were also comforted by his choice in outfit. Much like you he was wearing shorts, a causal shirt, and some sneakers. There was a hat on his head and his car keys remained in his palm.

"You always say that." He smiled and shook his head.

"Cause I always think that" You rebutdtaled, turning off the lights, getting ready to leave with him. "Soooo what are we doing?"

"Oh! Right!" He lit up. "I thought we could have a picnic and watch the sunset over at the Lakeview Cliffs. Is that okay?"

Another wave of relief washed over you, you could definitely use some fresh air and a sunset to help clear your mind. "That sounds perfect."

After a big hug and a long kiss, he held all the doors open for you, conversation flowed easily, he set up the whole picnic insisting you didn't lift a single finger, and the two of you ate until your bellies were happily full.

With nothing around but grass and trees, and a gorgeous lake below the cliff, the world suddenly felt less suffocating. You loved moments like this were Steven from Greenwood could just be Steve Rogers, and you didn't have to be the neighbor anymore.

You could be you, he could be him, and the two of you could be lovers with nothing to hide from.

As the sun started it's decent, he took his hat off and ran his fingers through his hair a few times before laying down and inviting you to lay down with him.

Settling down side to side on the blanket, his arm was your pillow and his hand was grazing the top of your arm until you reached up to lace your fingers with his.

You could physically feel your heartbeat settling with the sun, and your chest warmed with the hot summer air. The season was coming to an end, every once in a while there would be a cool breeze that reminded you that fall was rapidly approaching so you enjoyed the heat until it was gone.

Not many more words were shared after that. Deep down you both knew that you each had your own thoughts to sort through in your own jumbled up minds. The only difference was that you knew the battle Steve was fighting, but cluing him in on yours felt impossible.

So instead of thinking about it, you thought about nothing but the beauty of the world you lived in. You watched the sun reflect off the calm ripples of the water off in the distance, how softly cushioning the grass was beneath your blanket, the rustles of the tree leaves with every passing breeze, all the chirps of the birds soaring over the water, and the calming breaths and radiating warmth of your favorite boy next to you.

You could've cried right then and there just because of how calm you felt, how beautiful life could be regardless of personal experiences and circumstances.

You couldn't possibly imagine how Mother Nature designed such beautiful colors to paint the sky every night as the sun made its way to light up different parts of the world, or how she came up with the idea of a quick green flash to signify the end of daylight, and most importantly how the light of golden hour made Steve even more beautiful than before.

His calmness made you calm, and his stillness made you still.

Even after the sunset you two continued to lay and watch the stars twinkle. But you rolled to your side and rested your head on his chest, just to hear his heart beat faster when you held him closer.

After about an hour of comfortable silent stargazing, you propped yourself up just to be able to give him a kiss. He happily accepted, but also could tell you were tired, and he knew you were still at an emotional distance away from him, so he knew it was time to get you home.

There were some uncontainable smiles you missed on the car ride home. Steve would take his eyes off the road for just a split second to see you struggling to fight off sleep with your head resting against the passenger window, you also missed more smiles when you took his hand off the gear shift to hold it in both of yours.

It seemed as though the whole neighborhood was asleep by the time he pulled into his driveway, so he felt more than comfortable walking around to get you from the passenger seat. Besides, all of Georgia's lights were off.

"Come on sleepyhead" Steve held out his hand for you to help you out of the car, and you dragged yourself out.

When you were back on your two feet, your calmness was replaced with anxiety again. It had been a rollercoaster of emotions all day, and you were ready to just skip to the part where you could hideaway in bed to deal with the disappointment in Steve's reaction to you denying him what he probably wanted.

"There you go" He closed the car door, and once again promised to take you to get your car from the bakery tomorrow.

“Thanks for everything tonight, I think I really needed that." You admitted.

You could see the concern on his face once more as he pulled you in for a hug. "Anytime. Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry." You nodded, pulling away quickly just in case someone was watching. "Just not really feeling the best today."

You wrapped your arms around yourself in attempts to self sooth, he could tell how uncomfortable you really were.

"What's going on, sweetheart?" He questioned, leaning back against his car.

“I don't really know" You shrugged and sighed. "Just have a lot on my mind."

"Did I do something wrong?" He flat out asked, seeking his own peace of mind.

"No" You immediately shook your head? "God no- it's not your fault. I'm sorry if i made you feel like you did"

"It's okay, I just- I could tell you've been a little weary around me recently and I just really want to make sure it's not something I'm doing to you." He admitted hesitantly.

"No, baby." You stepped closer to him. "It's really not your fault. I'm so sorry."

He wanted to comfort you, his arms ached to hold you close, his lips wanted to kiss you and tell you that whatever was happening would be okay. But he couldn't here in the driveway, not for potential neighbors to see. Not for his sake or yours.

"Do you want to go inside?" He offered, your heart immediately started racing, you felt nauseous like you could throw up at any moment.

"I can't" You shook your head again, holding back tears. Your eyes immediately met the floor, but not before you could see his eyebrows furrow.

"You can't?" He questioned, dripping with worry.

All you could get yourself to do was shake your head.

"What's going on?" He continued to ask.

"Um," you swallowed. "I just started my period."

His posture deflated and his expression softened, "is that why you don't feel good?" Steve asked, causing you genuine confusion.

"What?" You finally looked up at him, blinking back tears.

"You don't feel good and you're about to cry" he stated the obvious. "Is it because of your period?"

"No- it's just that I can't-" A tear finally broke and fell down your cheek, you quickly wiped it away. You felt pathetic, you couldn't even finish your sentence.

"Baby" He pouted. "Are you sure you don't want to come in?"

"No" In a moment of courage, you stood your ground. If you didn't do it now, you never would be able to. "I can't have sex with you tonight, I'm sorry."

The second those words flew out of your mouth, Steve was taken back. Not because of what you had denied, but because he understood now what this was all about. He became overwhelmingly sad for you, but also overwhelmingly angry over the men that trained your brain into such a viscerally traumatic response at the situation at hand.

He didn't know what do or or to say, he didn't know how to reassure you that it wasn't his intention in the first place, or how to calm you down in a way that felt safe for you. He needed a few seconds to formulate an appropriate response with every factor at play.

Unfortunately you took those few seconds as rejection, and it didn't take much for your silent tears to turn into sobs as your legs quickly carried you away from him and toward your own house. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

"Wait, wait, wait!" He called out, but he didn't want to chase you, and he certainly didn't want to hold you back. "That's not what I was expecting from you when I asked if you wanted to come in. I just wanted to talk about what's going on, that's all."

His heart broke for you, there was nothing that could make it better. He knew that, but he also wished he had known about this about 10 minutes sooner so he could've found better words to invite you in. He could've been a bit more sensitive on how he chose to handle the night better, he could've avoided making you feel so uncomfortable in your own mind. He just felt bad.

You stopped in place for a few moments to hear him out, but everything in you mind and body was telling you to run- far and fast to your front door, locking your door and the deadbolt behind you.

As your ears listened for his footsteps walking on the concrete to come catch you and pull you back towards his house, you couldn't comprehend that he was staying put. Leaning against the sleek black car, you weren't a mouse and he certainly wasn't a cat.

He was relieved when you stopped, but terrified the next words out of his mouth would be the wrong ones. "You don't have to spend the night if you don't want to, you never have to do anything you don't want to. I just wanted to make sure you're alright." He reiterated once more. "You can even go home right now if that's what you need to do, but I hope you know I really care about you. And I'm really sorry if I made you feel pressured into that, ever"

Immediate guilt washed over you. Again. Just like it had all day long. You had imposed so many of you passed experiences with shitty men on your Sweet Stevie, and you couldn't believe you let them continue to spoil every attempt at love you've made since you escaped their hands.

Now you were sobbing between driveway 304 and 306 while he kept as much physical distance between the two of you as he could, hugging a car instead of your body.

You so desperately wished you never had to feel like this, all while he was plotting ways to ensure you never had to feel that way again.

It was too overwhelming, the flooding emotions made you dizzy and the floor felt like it wanted to swallow you whole. All you could do was sink down onto your knees, then fall onto your butt when you felt how invasive the concrete was on your skin.

Steve wanted to cry with you, part of him could never understand how you felt, but another part of him knew exactly how you felt. So many people had hurt you in ways you couldn't have ever imagined, and trying to rebuild yourself after being torn down was painful and complicated. He's been there, he was there. Right here, right now, and the only thing that ever made him feel better was you. His warm sunflower, his guiding light in the dark.

Maybe you needed him too, so he approached slowly. When he made it to you, he sat down with enough space to make sure you knew he wasn't making advances towards you.

He rested his hand palm up towards you with his forearm in his lap. You always played with his fingers when you were anxious, so he wanted a low pressure way to offer that to you.

"I'm really sorry, Sunflower." He apologized once more, his voice calm and compassionate. "I had no idea. I never meant to hurt you like this."

You slowly reached out for his hand, all while still being unable to even look at him. It was warm and heavy in your grip, his fingers were silky soft and nimble for you to fidget with.

"You mean so much to me, no matter what we do together all ever I want to do is spend time with you. You aren't just a body to me, you never have been but maybe I got a little to carried away. I just really, really like you." He continued.

You mind slowly calmed as he spoke, and all the times you two have made love came rushing back to you. Not so much the deed itself, but how you felt before and after.

All the times he asked before laying a finger on you, all the times he checked in to make sure you were still feeling okay and on board with the endeavors, when he told you how beautiful you were, how happy you made him, how good you made him feel, the eye contact, how good he made you feel, how he made sure you knew that you were wanted and appreciated, all the times he got you cleaned up, how he always made sure you were warm and comfortable, and how he continued to give you his love and attention when all was said and done. He'd hold you close, make sure you were tucked in just the way you liked, peppered your face, shoulders and arms in kisses.

Even afterwards he still made sure you felt beautiful, wanted and seen. His attention towards you was never transactional or conditional. He wasn't the problem, he was never the problem.

When you felt calm enough, and your brain could finally recognize that there wasn't a threat, you pushed yourself up and onto him. Your arms wrapped around his body nice and snug, and you cried into his shoulder. "It was never you, this isn't your fault. I'm sorry you have to deal with it."

He very hesitantly wrapped his arms around you too. "You don't have to apologize."

"Neither do you. You've always made me feel so good, I don't know why I get like this sometimes. My brain tells me I need to run away, but my heart knows you'd never hurt me. It's just a battle of who's voice is louder."

“I understand what PTSD is like, I know what it's like to have been hurt and betrayed by people you love, but I can't relate to what you've been through. So when you feel like something is wrong, or you need me to change whatever I'm doing, just tell me, okay?" He cradled the back of your head. "I'll never be mad at that."

"Okay" You tearfully agreed. "I'm really sorry"

"It's okay, Baby, you're okay." He comforted you.

"You're so important to me, and I love spending time with you" you reiterated. "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings."

"You didn't hurt my feelings" He pet your hair, "I'm just really angry at whoever made you feel like there should be a consequence to saying no. You never deserved that."

"Thank you for being so understanding." You shoved your face deeper into the crook of his neck.

"Honey, I'm going to say exactly what I mean this time, okay? In the most delicate way possible, I really want to make sure that you're okay, and you're sobbing in the middle of the sidewalk after running away from me for the whole neighborhood to hear and see. Can we please go inside so I can make this better without someone calling the cops? I don't think that would be good for either of us." He reworded his invite into his house.

The way he phrased it actually made you let out a genuine laugh, you had never really thought about how bad it looked or why he actually wanted to get you inside.

"Can we go to my house?" You asked, craving the comfort of your own bed.

"Of course." He agreed. "Hold on tight."

Understanding what he was about to do, you moved your arms to wrap around his neck instead, and he picked you up as you clung to the front of him like a koala. He got you inside safe and sound, and brought you to the couch where he sat down and you remained latched to his front.

He wrapped a blanket around the both of you to make you feel more secure, and rubbed your back and let you cry for as long as you needed. Every once in a while, he'd remind you that you were safe and in good hands.

When your crying came to an end and you were half asleep on Steve, you realized that moments like these were far more intimate than sex ever was for you, and here you were feeling more than content letting him provide his shoulder to cry on.

You reached up to caress the side of his head that was resting on yours, then kissed his temple. He grinned and kissed your forehead before wiping the last of your tears off your face and kissing your lips.

"I think you need a good night of sleep, Darling." He told you, still smoothly running his hands up and down your back. "Can I tuck you in?"

"Actually, will you stay?" You asked.

You couldn't help blushing at his reaction, a goofy lopsided smile. "Really?"

"Yeah" You nodded. "I've found out recently that I get my best sleep when you're next to me, and like you said, I think I need some good sleep."

"I would love to."

You guys dragged your feet up the stairs and he patiently waited for you to shower and get into bed. When you made it to the blanket and pillow wonderland, Steve was propped up on the headboard shirtless and in a pair of sweatpants he always left at your place.

Your arms found each other quickly, and his bare skin comforted you just as much as the heavy comforter he was pulling over your shoulders. Your found his hand under the blankets, and lifted it up to placed in on your cheek.

He immediately used his thumb to rub the gentlest little hearts under your eye as you left your hand cupping the back of his.

All of the parts of you that were once hurt in the hands of a man who claimed he loved you, were now on the journey of being healed by the kindness of a man who didn't even need to say he loved you to prove how much he cared.

You were comfortable, being held snugly and listening to the beat of the kindest heart you've ever met. And for once, your cheek was warm with something other than a residual sting.

Tonight wasn't perfect, and that's okay, because tomorrow the two of you will wake up to the sun returning from the journey it sought after just a few hours ago, and it'll be a whole new start. A whole new chance to get it right. It'll wake you up with a warm glow to bask in, and you'll also bask in the warm glow of somebody who really cares about you for all the right reasons.

That was all you could've ever hoped for, a man who was beautifully natured.

When you did wake the next morning, you were alone in bed but noticed your phone had been plugged in, your water bottle had been refilled, and a little note was on the unoccupied pillows next to your head.

At first your heart sank thinking maybe he got that phone call in the middle of the night, thoughts of never seeing him again filled your mind with dread. But you picked it up and his adorable little handwriting with a heart next to your name in the middle of a folded up piece of paper made you smile regardless of what was inside.

Your fingers quickly unfolded the paper, and out came a $20 bill, with more words jotted down on the light blue lines.

My precious sunflower,

Bucky called and I couldn't find it within my heart to wake you up. I'll be back soon with coffee, breakfast, and more cuddles as soon as he lets me go. (He can talk for hours if I let him, it's currently 6:35...) If you're actually reading this it means he's probably still talking and I'm probably still letting him. Also, while writing this I realized I still had this $20 and if you give it back to me one more time I'm going to be mad!!! >:(

Okay see you soon, Beautiful :) -Steve

You put the note in your bedside drawer to read again on a rainy day before shoving your face in the pillows and covering your head with the blankets with blushing cheeks and a smile on your face. You deserve this.

Next part: The Brewing Storm

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Wanda Maximoff x Reader - Date Nights

Summary: The most important rule in your relationship with Wanda is to attend at least one date per week, so what happens when Natasha needs your help during whole six. | Entirely inspired by the gif. (Short of Requested by my bestie and gif maker abimess)

Warnings: (+18), a lot of teasing and dirty talk, established relationship, smut with some plot, fingering (r giving), heavy semi-public make out and smut, kissing and praise. | Words: 4.430k

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You and Wanda had a simple agreement: Date nights were sacred and mandatory.

Two people with a lot of baggage embarking on a relationship in the middle of a superhero routine was a pretty high risk. Although the feeling was intense, it was necessary to be realistic that if you didn't prioritize your relationship, it was doomed to failure. Therefore, date nights were a rule.

At least once a week, without interruptions, where you both have time just to be together. For a few fucking hours without suicide missions or killer robots.

The problem was that Natasha Romanoff found out that the Red Room was still functioning. So she needed help. And of course, Wanda understood, she had always been comprehensive. And you apologized hundreds of times - before you went and from the quinjet also by text message - the promises of 'I'll make it up to you' for not being able to go out with her that week.

It was okay. It was just one night.

Except that there was a chemical subjugation serum, and Yelena Belova was apparently your new best friend and they needed your help to free the widows. Again, and again.

Wanda was being supportive.

"I.am.so.sorry." You punctuated each word with a short kiss, and Wanda was trying not to get angry, but you were leaving again - dressed in uniform, and the cuts on your face hadn't even fully healed yet - and she was about to use magic to mess up those engines so you could stay.

Instead, she forced a smile and waved goodbye when you offered her a smile before running to the already started vehicle.

She could do this. A few days, maybe a week or two, and you would be back. And your presence would make that burning feeling in her chest go away.

When you called to say that you couldn't come back because some damn bomb went off somewhere, Wanda didn't hear half the story. Her brain shut down right after the "I'm sorry, baby," and she stared at the bedroom wall.

Pictures of the Avengers, the two of you, and even moments recovered from the rubble of Sokovia stared back at her from the small mural you helped her put up a few weeks after she arrived at the compound. She swallowed the lump of emotion in her throat, and when you were silent, she sighed.

"I get it, darling. But I really miss you." She confessed and it was your turn to sigh deeply on the other end of the line.

"God, I wish I could kiss you right now." You declare out of breath, and Wanda smiles shyly, feeling her cheeks flush.

"How bad do you want it?" she asks - not she teases - in a low tone, only to feel her cheeks burn with the husky, breathless chuckle you let out.

"Don't do this now, Wanda, I'm literally twelve thousand feet high." You whispered back.

It is Wanda's turn to chuckle, her affected tone much like yours. She settles better on the bed, laying back against the pillows, and can hear you swallowing dryly at the rustling of the sheets.

"I'm not doing anything, dekta." She says in a fake innocent tone, and sighs softly, tracing her fingers down her stomach under her t-shirt. "Yet." She completes and bites back a smile at the way you gently clear your throat. But all her excitement breaks in the next moment.

"Wands, I..."

"Gotta go." She completes with an evidently disappointed tone and hears you sigh on the other side.

"I'm sorry." You grumble receiving only a hum in return. "Wanda, I love you."

"I guess I'll have fun on my own then." She retorts and you are silent for a good moment. When Wanda is able to hear sirens in the background, she lets her hand slip into her shorts and sighs softly. "Dekta, it's okay, you seem busy." She teases beginning to trace around with her fingertips over the fabric, a low sound of satisfaction escaping her lips as she sees the wetness increase. You grunt as you hear her.

"Fuck Wanda, that's a dirty move." You complain, and she lets out a wicked little laugh. "I really, really have to go."

"Don't forget what I'm doing, all by myself." She comments with shallow breathing, and for a moment, it seems like you're going to stay with her until the end. But you sigh and mutter a goodbye that Wanda doesn't answer because she is closing her eyes and burying her fingers beyond the fabric.

You may not be here physically, but you haven't left her mind anyway and to think of you it’s all she needs.

–//–

You come back on a Thursday. It was unexpected, to say the least.

The most recent news Natasha gave about the operation was that you were somewhere in Egypt under false identities and that you had been out of contact for a few days.

Suddenly you were arriving by a ride with Maria Hill and barely greeted your other colleagues before pressing Wanda against the corridor wall.

"I guess that's our cue to leave." Ironized Sam aloud at the high-pitched chorus of complaints about the intense kiss you and Wanda were exchanging before the rest of the Avengers all left.

She giggled in surprise against your lips, but her arms remained entwined behind your neck.

"I missed you so much, my beautiful little witch." You stated with a passionate smile after breaking the kiss, and Wanda shyly giggled, feeling you squeeze her waist.

"I missed you too, but you need a shower." She commented only to torment you, you smelled like grass or wood now and she really liked it.

Despite this, you chuckled, nodding. "I would be offended, but I need to prepare for our dates."

Wanda raised a brow in confusion. "Date?"

"Dates. Plural." You corrected stealing another long kiss as if you couldn't stop. "I owe you six of them don't I?"

"Dekta, you don't have to..." Wanda tried but you just laughed and kissed her again before pulling away.

"No, no, Miss Maximoff. A deal is a deal." You say holding her hand, and pulling her away from the wall to suddenly spin her around like in a dance step, making Wanda laugh in surprise. "I hope you like Rockabilly."

Almost an hour later, you borrowed one of Tony's cars - without asking permission and turned off your cell phone when he sent a very rude text message about it - and Wanda found herself in a classic rockabilly club. It was a good thing that you warned her about what to wear.

It must have been one of the most fun nights of her life, from dancing until three in the morning to strawberry milkshakes to hot kisses on the car seat in the parking lot.

She missed this. She missed you.

Wanda would have been satisfied with just the Rock night date, but you meant it when you said you wanted to pay for all the ones you couldn't make it.

On Friday, you woke her up with breakfast in bed - which was a big surprise, because not only did you usually sleep much longer than Wanda, but she was impressed that you managed to get out of her embrace in the morning without waking her up - and right after warning Friday to cancel all the appointments for the day, you took her to the Street Market.

Wanda wasn't very good with big crowds, but having your hand in hers during the whole thing really made a difference.

You bought her new rings, and she bought you a decoration for your room. After visiting almost all the stalls, you had lunch of Mexican food and visited some tourist sites around town.

You didn't get back to the Compound until dinner time, and Steve Rogers was at the counter with reports for you.

"Girls, this is lovely, but we still have work to do." Said the Captain looking guilty of pulling off the easy smile with how you two entered the kitchen.

Wanda swallowed dryly, and was ready to say "right Captain" when you threw the car keys on top of the reports.

"I'm on vacation." You declared simply making him sigh.

"Y/N, that's not how things work..."

"Then I quit." You retorted and pulled Wanda by the hand, ignoring Captain America's protesting comments.

Wanda let out an impressed giggle, letting herself be led down the hallways toward her own room.

At the door, you slowed your pace and leaned against the wall, waiting for Wanda to take her cue to approach.

"You weren't serious about quitting, were you?" she asked as she stopped in front of you, and you dropped her hands to wrap your arms around her waist.

"Nah, I'm just trying to annoy Steve and buy some time." You retorted with a slight shrug, causing Wanda to smile.

"Buy time for what?" she asks raising an eyebrow, her hands moving up your arms to your shoulders.

Despite the mischief in your eyes, you smile sweetly as you say: "Just to make sure my girl knows she's my priority."

Wanda felt her cheeks heat up, but she ignored this to break the distance, kissing you unhurriedly. You smiled against her lips, sliding your tongue out and onto her lower lip, begging for passage, and Wanda gasped as she granted it. Her head spun as she felt your tongue slide into hers with sensuality, her body quivering with the slow provocative stimulation, your hands gently squeezing her hips.

Her body began to heat up very quickly. Suddenly it seemed an eternity since you had last touched her. She had to break the kiss to catch her breath, and when your lips started a path down her jaw and along the sensitive spots on her neck, she knew immediately that she needed you to touch her again.

So of course someone interrupted.

"Oh, I'm really sorry." Sam asked having suddenly appeared in the hallway as he crossed the corner. You grunted in a mixture of impatience and arousal, and Wanda jumped in surprise, turning her face toward her colleague. "I'll leave you two to it." Falcon said with a teasing tone, making his way back, and Wanda hid her red face between her hands, laughing softly.

"God, he's totally going to tease us for the rest of our lives for this." She complained making you chuckle softly as well. You moved your hands to her forearms so that she looked at you again.

"And he's definitely going to tell the others the worst stories possible, but who cares." You mutter kissing her again, feeling Wanda smile. When she goes to increase the intensity, however, you break it, a mischievous smile on your face at the other's confused expression. "What's this Maximoff, trying to take me to bed after two dates?" You joke making her giggle breathlessly. She tries to kiss you again and you move your face away with a chuckle.

"Dekta!" She complains but you break the embrace you are in, straightening your clothes as you take about three steps away, and Wanda pouts, crossing her arms for lack of warmth. "Why are you being mean?"

"No, don't make that cute little face." You say in a humorous tone. "I'm being a gentleman. I brought you to your door and kissed you goodnight. See you on your next date."

Wanda lets out an indignant grumble. "You're not even going to sleep in my bed?"

You tuck in the collar of your shirt. "We're two family ladies, Wanda, what an idea." You joke and she rolls her eyes impatiently, just wanting you to kiss her again, and the reaction makes you chuckle. "Let's go to the movies tomorrow darling, what do you want to see?"

Wanda offers you a small smile, "Anything, I won't be watching much." She warns and you let out a short, affected laugh.

"Good night Wanda." You tell her and the girl lets out a soft sigh but turns to open the door, and even after several minutes that you are gone, she can still feel her lips tingling.

–//–

So far, movies were the best plan of all.

Wanda had no idea what you were watching, however. She couldn't care less with your mouth on hers.

"We're going to..." You started between one panting kiss and another, hands roaming dangerously over the body pressed against the booth wall, and Wanda was lucky that you always held her waist because her legs gave out long ago, "miss the movie."

"What movie?" She retorted in the same tone between one kiss and another, and you grunted when you felt her hands scratching your abdomen under your blouse.

Using all your mental control, you pulled your face away and held her wrists over her head.

"Bad movie and then food. Proper date, that's our deal." You remind her, walking away at once and leaving the booth as Wanda lets out a loud, frustrated grumble, following you.

"And what's wrong with us having sex after all these?" She questions almost annoyed and you chuckle softly, looking at her from the reflection of the mirror as you run some water over your face and neck to calm the arousal.

"You still don't get it do you, Wanda?" You retort as you turn around, leaning your back on the sink and looking at her. "Did you really think I was just going to forget about your call that day?"

Wanda swallowed dryly, feeling a wave of excitement rise with the way your eyes were dark and serious.

"I was just missing you."

You smiled sweetly, and it didn't match the glint of pure mischief in your eyes. Stepping away from the sink, you approached her again, making her hold her breath.

"I know, pretty girl, I missed you too." You tell her brushing your lips together, making her sigh. "But I had to stay 14 hours on a mission thinking about your tight pussy and that wasn't very nice, don't you think?"

Wanda chokes affectedly, letting her forehead fall against yours. "Dekta, don't say such things..." She mutters in a mix of excitement and embarrassment, but you give a soft chuckle. "I just want to feel you, why are you punishing me?"

"If I could wait, you can survive six dates without cumming for me." You murmur back, clearing your throat discreetly and taking a step back as two girls enter the bathroom. You offer Wanda a smile as if you were having a casual conversation earlier. "Come on, baby, the movie's about to start."

It turns out that movies were not the best idea at all. In fact, it quickly became the worst when the movie started and your hand found Wanda's thigh.

She had no intention at all of watching, and it became an impossible task when your touch happened. The worst part is that you didn't do what she wanted.

You got chairs in the back, in empty rows, and a movie with enough action that none of the few people there could hear anything. And yet, all you did was offer her a wink and keep your hand still on her thigh.

Wanda was a frustrated mess when it was over, but you didn't flinch in the slightest, commenting on the movie all the way back to the tower.

When you realized that Wanda still had her arms crossed and was pouting, you sighed.

"You didn't like the movie?"

"I didn't pay attention to a word of it." She retorted with her gaze on the landscape. You let out a small laugh.

"And why was that?"

She let out an indignant sigh. "You know why."

"Wanda, we have rules on date night, don't we? Communication is number one. We do this to have fun together. If you don't like the choice of movie-"

"I want to be fucked, Y/N!" She cut in irritated, and you raised your eyebrow in surprise. But the car window was open, and the loud exclamation made the passenger in the car next to you widen his eyes in shock. You cleared your throat, closing the window leisurely, and Wanda sighed in frustration. "God, you are having so much fun with this."

"Damn right I am. "You retorted with a chuckle, and Wanda rolled her eyes, but laughed too.

"I hate you." She said, turning back to face the landscape. You smiled.

"I love you too." You retorted back, and Wanda rolled her eyes again, but couldn't hold back the silly smile on her lips.

She would like to say that this sweet and sincere moment made things easier, but it only increased the tension between the two of you.

The next date was at a bowling alley. It was ridiculous how the slightest closeness was turning her into a hot mess.

Like now, your body so close to her, hands around her and mouth at her ear level while you teach her how to bowl correctly.

Wanda can play your game too. When you tell her to throw, she bends her hips more than necessary to fit her ass against you and bites a satisfied smile at the little sigh you let out.

Neither of you realizes that she has thrown a strike.

Despite the game happening full of intense glances and stolen touches, you leave the bowling alley laughing at inside jokes and Avengers stories, and the mutual desire to extend the night forever.

Wanda comments that she would like something sweet to drink, and you take her to a dinner a few yards from the bowling alley.

By the time you are seated at one of the back tables, with half-drunk milkshakes on the table, and you have your chin resting on one hand as you watch Wanda so discourteously, she interrupts her monologue about trying to learn the guitar with an embarrassed laugh.

"What?" she asks and you blink in confusion.

"What what?"

She smiles, pushing her milkshake glass aside. "You weren't hearing a word, and you were staring."

"Well, can you blame me? Have you seen your face, Wanda? I swear you're so beautiful I get completely stunned..."

Wanda laughed embarrassed. "Dekta, you're such a flirt."

You give her a soft laugh. "I just state the facts."

She rolls her eyes shyly. "Stop it." She murmurs looking away, and you smile, thinking she looks even prettier when she gets shy like this.

Your hands find hers on the table, making her smile. But Wanda swallows dryly as the time passes with your caresses and exchanges of glances between the two of you, the way you twirl her rings and draw lines superficially making her imagine other things.

Suddenly you give a low chuckle. "You know, it doesn't take a telepath to know when you're thinking about what you shouldn't..."

Despite the way her cheeks warm up again, Wanda raises an eyebrow in challenge. "Shouldn't I? And why is that?" she starts, surprising you a bit, "You're my girlfriend, I have every right to think of you that way. And in so many positions, Dekta."

You lick your lips, your eyes darkening slightly. "Wanda." You say in a warning tone, but Wanda leans in so you can hear her low tone.

"I couldn't help it yesterday, baby." She confesses suddenly, her fingers tracing yours now. "The way you kissed me in the movie theater...I could only remember the feeling when I lay down, and well, you didn't want to come to the bedroom with me."

You choked softly. "Wanda, stop it."

She bit back a mischievous smile, looking at you with dark eyes. "But don't worry, I could only cum when I thought of your tongue."

A grunt rips through your throat at the mental image, and Wanda watches you with a winning smile, resisting the urge to tease you further when she sees you squirm uncomfortably in your seat.

It's almost comical how quickly victory is ripped from her when she feels your hand on her knee. She nearly jumps in surprise, seeing that you have leaned completely on the table - to look like a clinging couple or just someone tired to anyone taking a chance at the end of the diner - and her breath hitches as you draw patterns on her skin.

"Imagine if I fucked you now." You murmur staring her with intensity, fingers tracing up on her thigh, and Wanda moves forward immediately to increase your reach, making you smile.

"Yes, please." She whispers in pure arousal, spreading her legs wider.

"My, my, what a naughty witch. "You comment making her breath hitch. "You want my fingers in you, baby? Right under the table?" You teased, tracing your way up her inner thigh and Wanda can only nod dumbly, her brain clouded with arousal. You didn't even touch her and she was dripping in her panties.

The fact that you stopped your movements so close to where she wanted you made Wanda let out a grumble of frustration, and you gave a small giggle.

"Shush, baby, you don't want to attract attention, do you?" You sneer, and Wanda would have replied something quite rude if you hadn't moved your fingers upward, finding her wet intimacy over the fabric and making her choke on her own breath. "You wouldn't want everyone knowing how needy you are, would you?"

Wanda felt her face burning, but she shook her head in the negative, her fists clenched on the table as she felt your fingers drawing shallow patterns against her. Wanda risked throwing her hips forward, and to her surprise, you took the cue, using your thumb to press against her covered clit and she jerked on instinct, closing her eyes for a moment and biting her lips hard to muffle a satisfied moan. "God, you look so sexy like this."

Your compliment only made her blush more, a warm sensation spreading throughout her body. She opened her eyes again and faced you, a silent plea in her gaze, and you sighed softly before pushing the fabric of her panties down and sinking into her at once.

You were quick to lean in and kiss her - stifling her moan with your mouth - before pulling away with a small smile, two fingers slipping in and out between her folds without the slightest resistance. You brought your free hand to her burning cheek, tucking the loose strands behind her ear.

You licked your lips before whispering, "If I had known you were this wet, I would have done this at the bowling alley."

Wanda let out an affected chuckle, struggling to keep her eyes open as you found a slow rhythm that allowed you to sink in and hit that sweet spot in her before pulling out again, and repeating the thrusts again and again until a bead of sweat began to trickle down her forehead. You watched her with adoration, smiling to yourself as you moved your free hand to wipe away any sign of what was happening.

"Baby, you're so warm and tight, it's so fucking hot." You comment to her as you kiss her cheek, and Wanda grunts low, her walls beginning to throb at your fingerprints. You smile, knowing that compliments always work with her. And lucky for her, you can do that all day. "My beautiful, beautiful, Wanda, you have no idea how much I missed this when I was away."

She moves one hand to cover her mouth - trying to look like she's just propping her face on her chin - but you can hear her letting out sharp muffled breaths against her skin every time you sink in.

When you adjust to press on her clit with your thumb as you move in and out of her, Wanda closes her eyes tightly, and muffles a whimper against her own hand, causing you to gasp, a wave of pleasure watching the scene.

"You will be the death of me, Wanda Maximoff."

But you slow down suddenly, she opens her eyes in desperation. "N-no, please don't stop!" She practically begs, trying to force her hips against your fingers. You murmur in contentment, feeling her heartbeat in your fingerprints. She is so close and made such a mess in your hand.

"You don't deserve it..." You remind her meanly but resume your movements very slowly, feeling her twitch.

"God, I know, I'm sorry!" She retorts affected, her face very red and her breathing quickening. "Just don't stop. I'm... almost..." She shudders in her seat, closing her eyes, her speech turning into an affected, satisfied sigh, and she looked absurdly beautiful and you can't get angry. Wanda gradually cums, biting her lips as the heat in her abdomen breaks into hot waves and she spills on your fingers, resisting the urge to put her head on the table and just breathe a little.

You hum in approval at the expression of pure ecstasy on her face, fingers moving in a gentle motion before removing them and wiping them on her thigh. "Someone is enjoying herself." You mock in a casual tone, using your other hand to wave for the waitress to bring the bill.

Wanda gives an affected laugh and pushes her hair back. "God I can't believe we did that." She murmurs widening her eyes slightly, only now realizing that she had just cum on a restaurant seat. You smile at the reaction.

"In my defense, I tried to be a gentleman."

Wanda laughs at your comment but says no more because the waitress approaches you. When you insist on paying for everything, and give her a look, she rolls her eyes slightly as she realizes that you are just trying to prove a point.

Her legs are still shaking in a delicious way when she goes to stand up, but as always, your hand finds her waist.

Before you leave the table, however, you lean your face against her ear.

"Hey baby, I hope you know that this little treat has increased your debt." You whisper. "Now, I won't touch you again until the tenth date."

Wanda looked at you in a mixture of shock and indignation, but you offered her a small smile, and Wanda choked when you brought the fingers that were inside her to her cheek, your thumb rubbing her lip.

"What do you say we go to an amusement park?" You ask in an innocent tone, and Wanda lets out a grumpy grunt, turning away from you.

You follow her back to the car grinning.

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If I'm There: Chapter Seventeen

read from part one here!

summary: Noah and Natalie met in high school and developed a relationship through their love of music and art. Falling in love, innocent and young, they think nothing can keep them apart. However, sometimes in the pursuit of your dreams the things we love the most get left behind.

warnings: mentions of alcoholism

this is a complete work of fiction, these characters while based on real people are totally made up. :)

edited by me hungover this morning....soooo if you see something spelt wrong no you didn't.

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Roughly 10 years later, June 5th, 2023

Beep

The constant beeping of my alarm begins waking me up and as I roll over to hit the snooze button when I suddenly hear the pattering of footsteps and then a small “oof” of a body launching themselves in the air and landing directly on me.

“Ouch!” I call out and the mass now on top of me dissolves into a fit of giggles.

“Mom!!! wake up!!! Ashley’s mom will be here soon!” Erin is full of energy today. Her friend Ashley’s mom is taking her and some of her friends to Six Flags for the day to celebrate the end of the school year. I roll my comforter up to cover Erin up in a burrito of blankets and she starts to laugh even harder. “Mom! Let me out!” Erin’s voice squeaks out between laughs.

“Okay, okay. Be free little one,” I tell her while unwrapping the blankets covering her. I see her face poke out the top and lean down to cover it in kisses. “Oh, I love you so much!! My little baby!! I can’t believe you just finished third grade! Stop growing please !” She laughs and wiggles out of the bed. “Moooom! Please get up, I need to eat breakfast.”

We travel downstairs into the kitchen together and I turn on the coffee maker while gathering the supplies needed to make breakfast. I start making pancakes and soon we hear clunking around coming from the other room. “Do I smell pancakes!?” Haylie calls out from behind her door. Erin runs to the other side “Auntie Hales come to eat breakfast with me!” she calls out and the door swings open surprising Erin. She jumps slightly but recovers as soon as Hailey picks her up and swings her around the hallway toward the kitchen where I’m flipping the last pancake onto the large serving plate. “Pancakes and bacon! I hope you’re hungry,” I call out and pour two cups of coffee and a glass of orange juice for Erin. “I’m starving! Thanks, Mom” Erin says. “Yeah, thanks, Mom!” Haylie jokes.

We didn’t mean to stay at Haylie’s this long but every time I considered moving Haylie wouldn’t hear it. She loves having us here and we love being here and after a while, we really felt like a little family. Speaking of families, my brother is coming to visit soon. Kyle and Maggie are both coming. Together.

After I left they became closer and eventually fell in love. I didn’t know how long it would last but after Kyle enlisted in the Marine Corps they got even closer. When he was stationed in Okinawa in a surprise to us all they secretly eloped so they could live off base together. They are still together now and happier than ever. They have a five-year-old girl, Natasha, who Erin loves so much. The girls are so sweet and we love any chance we can get them together. They’re coming to visit next week for a week and I’m really excited.

A lot has changed in the last ten years. Kyle and I have grown to be incredibly close. I think us both becoming parents changed a lot. Unfortunately, our Mom never recovered from her alcoholism and passed a few years after Erin was born. She met Erin a few times but I was very protective, especially in those first few years of her life and I didn’t want her seeing my mom when she was at her worst. Our Dad lives in Austin now, he wanted to be close to me and his grandchild after our Mom died, and at first I was really hesitant, but over the years a lot has changed. Our relationship is pretty good now and Erin loves her grandpa so much, he likes taking her to the library and the park on the weekends, or to get ice cream after school.

We finish up our breakfast and help Erin get ready for her day trip with her friends. We pack her a small bag since they’ll be having a sleepover after their day at the amusement park. Erin is running around her room trying to decide which stuffed animal she wants to take, she’s deep in thought trying to choose between her stuffed giraffe and her frog build-a-bear we made a few years ago for her birthday. “Froggy! I choose you!” she declares and for a moment everything about her is Noah.

Noah. I never heard from him after I sent the letter. I thought about reaching out again but between life with a newborn and working on finishing my apprenticeship time just slipped away from me. Then she was getting bigger and I was getting settled into my new career as a tattoo artist and when I saw that he was in a new band that was really picking up, that same insecurity that Alex planted all those years ago came right back. her words echoing, “You’ll ruin his life you know? His whole career. He will throw it all away for you. Is that what you want?” I stopped trying, I stopped waiting and I have tried every day of Erin’s life to be everything she needs. When I listened to that first album I was amazed. By his talent, what he was creating for himself was exactly what he wanted. I cried so hard listening to it, I threw the CD in the box that was hiding in the back of my closet.

Ashley’s Mom picked up Erin about an hour later. “Have fun and be careful okay? Listen to Ashley’s Mom and I will call you before you go to bed tonight, she has my number if you need to call me at all okay?” I ask and my sassy daughter in her rush to leave is nodding and just saying “Yes, okay Mom, I will, Okay..Mom she’s here!! Can I go please??” she pleads and I laugh and give her a big hug, and kiss before walking her to the car outside.

Later when I’m getting ready for work I decide on a simple white tank with my faded loose-fit jeans that are covered in holes, but the most comfortable pair of pants I own. I throw on some light makeup and put my hair up in a loose bun. “Wow! How can you make a plain white tank look so hot?!” Haylie loves to hype me up so I give her a little spin and mock bow. “Thank you!” I say as I finish packing my bag and filling up my water bottle. I’m trying to only work a half day so I can do some emotional spending, if I can finish my appointments before getting any walk-ins, Target is all mine.

Waving goodbye I head out the door and hop into my car to head to work. I bought a new car when Erin was five and I love it so much, it’s perfect for us. A little Honda CRV in black. My books have been filling up lately and I was able to pay off the car early last spring which was an amazing feeling. I take off down the street and it’s a short drive to the shop only ten minutes, I turn on the radio and my usual station is playing. “Up next we have a song that’s picking up some traction on TikTok and normally we don’t care about that. But, this is a band I like so to celebrate their upcoming show in Austin, up next we have Bad Omens with Just Pretend” the DJ says and I audibly groan and hit the power button on the radio and just commit to the silent drive into work. It hasn’t been impossible to avoid his band but I try, everyone laughs at work when they come on a playlist. They all anticipate me calling out “Hey Siri” or “Okay Google,” “Alexa” followed by “Skip!” I think they all just assume I don’t like the band and I’m happy not to elaborate.

I get to work and head to my station to get set up for my first appointment. It’s a repeat client and we are finishing up her sleeve tattoo with filler and some color. It doesn’t take very long and before I know It I’ve finished two more clients and it’s almost 2 pm.

I continue to clean my station since my client left a half hour ago. My plans to cut out early and go shopping came to a crashing halt when I heard the jingle of the door opening and four guys walked in, two of whom I hadn’t seen in about a decade. I knew they were in town but I mean, Austin is a huge city. They could have walked into any tattoo shop. But no, the man I’ve been avoiding, actively avoiding since he left me, alone, unknowingly pregnant and devastated is right there. Right in front of me, it’s like every feeling I worked through in therapy is rushed back to the surface.

He hasn’t seen me, too busy talking to Ryan at reception and I overhear “Yeah, I think Nat is available. She doesn’t have anyone on her books for the rest of the day” he says, looking down to check my logbook. “Hey Nat!” He calls to me and the four eyes follow, two in particular getting hit with immediate recognition. “Do you have time to fit these guys in? They say they’re just looking for some small line work?” I see his whole frame tense and his mouth opens slightly, almost in awe, "Natty?" we whispers.

I’m frozen, I’m speechless and our eyes are locked. I’m staring into the eyes of the man that I used to love, that’s the father of my child he doesn’t know. I have to speak. I have to say something. NATALIE! SPEAK ! SAY SOMETHING! I scream to myself internally before I finally breathe out and manage to speak. I try to keep a calm face as I respond “Um, yeah sure. Just get them to fill out the paperwork and send them back.” I duck back down into my little station and try to calm my breathing. I look around and there are pictures of Erin everywhere, I move to quickly remove all of them from my workstation and pick up my phone to call Haylie

“911, this is an actual emergency and I’m freaking out!” I rush out in a harsh whisper “Noah is here. At the shop. With his band. And they want tattoos! WHAT THE FUCK!”

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hellooo! can i request a jonah x reader fluff about them waking up in the morning, cuddling, making breakfast whatever...🩷 thank you!

Lazy Mornings

Summary: You were never a morning person but your boyfriend Jonah always made mornings enjoyable for you.

W.C: 733

Jonah x gn!reader

Content Warning: Kissing(cheek, forehead, neck, lips. (No smooches below the shoulder!), pet names(gorgeous, handsome, beautiful, love, darling, hun/honey), fluff, mentions of food, dirty joke (not super obvious if you don't have a dirty mind like me) Not proofread.

A/N: TELL A FRIEND TO TELL A FRIEND, SHE'S BACKKKKK!

You wake up to the feeling of soft kisses on your cheek and neck. You turn around to be met with the beautiful face of your boyfriend Jonah. You reached out and gently played with his stubble giving him a soft smile. He smiled and leaned into your touch before planting a soft kiss against your lips.

"Good morning, gorgeous" he said, his voice deep and raspy, considering that he just woken up.

"Morning, handsome," you replied with a small smile before yawning and stretching. The two of you got out of bed and made your way towards the bathroom and brushing your teeth.

You started washing your face and starting your skincare routine and Jonah watched curiously as you began applying moisturizer. "I want some," he said looking at you with a small grin.

"Come here, love" you gestured for him to come closer and began gently applying the moisturizer to his face and rubbing it in. You gently pat his cheek when you were finished. "There, all done"

Jonah curiously touched his face. "I feel like a baby's bottom," he said as he gently felt around his face.

"Stop touching your face, that's bad for you" you grabbed his hands and pulled them down from his face giving him a soft kiss.

"How is that bad, darling?" he inquired with a confused expression.

"You're allowing germs to enter your skin, hun" you explained.

"Are you implying I'm dirty?" he asked, placing his hand over his heart as though he was offended. You rolled your eyes in response before heading towards the kitchen.

You rummaged through the refrigerator and grabbed eggs, bacon, and milk. "Ooh, can I break the eggs? Pretty please?" Jonah asked excitedly.

"Don't make a mess," you instructed.

"You're the messy one," he said with a small smirk and gently nudged your shoulder.

"Do your job," you said with a small eye roll as you started on the waffle mix.

"Hey darling, come here for a sec," he said and you hesitated for a moment before coming closer. He grabbed an egg and before you could react he cracked it on your forehead. You gasped as he put the yolk in the bowl and he chuckled before grabbing a napkin and wiping the remaining yolk off your forehead and planting a soft kiss to your temple.

"I can't believe you just did that," you said pretending to be angry but you were secretly biting back a smile.

"Sorry, love" he said still laughing.

"Are you?" you asked squinting at him.

"Honestly, no" he said with a smirk and you rolled your eyes.

"I'm going to poison your waffles," you threatened as you finished mixing the batter.

"Was that a threat?"

"It was a promise," you said affirmatively.

"I love you," he said in a sing-song voice.

"Mhm," you said as you started pouring the batter into the waffle maker.

"Say it back," he whined with a small pout.

"No, you made me angry,"

"It was funny," he insisted.

"No it wasn't" you argued. He wrapped his arms around you from behind and resting his chin on your shoulder planting gentle kisses along your neck.

"I'm sorry baby," he claimed.

"I take my apologies in cash,"

"Deal, how much are we talking"

"$3000," you deadpanned.

"$3000?" he asked his mouth agape in shock.

"Yup, for emotional distress and assault," you claimed and he rolled his eyes.

"Emotional distress?"

"Yes, that was very emotionally draining." you insisted when Jonah suddenly picked you up and threw you over his shoulder and spinning you around.

"Is this emotionally draining?" he asked as he continued spinning you around.

"I'm getting dizzy," you laughed as he spun you around and gently punched his shoulder trying to get him to put you down. "I'm going to get concussed."

"That's not how that works," he said, he stopped spinning you but kept carrying you on his shoulder. The waffle machine started beeping, alerting you that they were finished.

"Jonah put me down the waffles are going to burn," you started kicking your legs in an attempt to escape his grip.

"They'll just be a little crispy,"

"Jonah," you groaned and he finally gave in and let you down. When you took the waffles out they were indeed a little crispy but delicious nonetheless.

"See, crispy perfection."

"You're going to be crispy perfection if you keep annoying me-"

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Safe with You

Poe Dameron x Reader

Word Count: 784 (a lil baby)

Summary: The nightmare never ends, and you can’t stop yourself from knocking on his door every night. Poe never turns you away.

A/N: Thank you for the submission! I tried for fluff…. But she's a bit angsty (LOVE YOU MEAN IT! ) It’s been an absolute hot minute since I wrote a Poe fic, and I just passed 200 followers WHAT?! Thank you! I’ve also watched the sequel trilogy for the first time since I saw each in the theaters. (THINKING ABOUT A MULTI CHAPTER FIC Y’ALL.)

Warnings: Post torture, PTSD, injury, nightmares, Poe Dameron (need I say more?)

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You knocked on his door, hands shaking.

It was a bad one tonight.

You could feel the blade against your skin this time.

The nightmares started the week after the rescue, forced to relive the torture each night. You made a bad call on a recon mission, and it landed you in the hands of the First Order. They were merciless once they figured out who you were; Wanted Resistance Pilot on Black Squadron. At some point, they didn’t care if you weren’t talking. Instead, they relished in your screams.

You wiped the cold sweat off your brow and rapped your knuckles on the door again.

You could still feel your skin splitting under the knife, the stitches burning under your nightshirt. You woke from the dream, gasping for air, and like every other night, you found yourself in front of his door in a daze.

He was with you in the nightmare this time. Poe. A similar blade cut through him too on another table. You couldn’t do anything except scream as he bled-

The door opened.

Poe said nothing as you rushed into his arms.

You showed up the first night after the doctor cleared you from the medical bay. They told you he was the one who led your rescue. You believed them. Commander Dameron was the best pilot in the galaxy, but most importantly, he was your best friend. He held you as you sobbed in his arms on the first night and the next... and the next... and so on. Nearly a month had passed, and Poe never brought it up on the after you’d leave his bed early in the morning. Instead, he’d continue, as usual, teasing and treating you as his friend and fellow team member.

Poe ran his hands and down your back gently. His metal chain stuck to your cheek as you pushed your face into his chest. He wore a standard undershirt and sweats as he usually did. He showered tonight, the crisp soap mixing into his usual scent: oil, pine, and cinnamon. You hadn’t rushed into his arms like this since that first week, but tonight was a bad one.

He murmured soothing words into your hair as you continued to shake against him. The teasing and sarcastic tone he'd use during the day disappeared while he held you like this.

You shut your eyes as you gripped his shirt like it was your lifeline. “You were there.”

He froze. You never told him about the nightmares, unable to speak without choking up. He moved you both to his bed, where he pulled you to his lap, legs falling on either side of his hips. You clung to him like a child as you buried your head into his neck.

“They w-were… Poe, I couldn’t save-“

“I'm right here,” he breathed into your hair, holding you fiercely as you were holding him.

No, you didn’t. You were in that room every night. “They’ll come back-“

He pulled your head out of his neck, cupping your face between his hands. His eyes drilled into yours. “They won’t.”

Your eyes shut, tears falling over. You were there now, the knife pressing into them, the image burning into your skull.

“Say it,” he demanded, shaking you gently.

You opened your eyes, and all you saw was him. He had the same look in his eyes on every mission: focused, determined, and unyielding.

“They won’t,” you repeated, hands rising to his forearms.

“You’re safe,” he said. (To himself or you?)

Maker, you didn’t know if you’d ever be safe again, but right here, with him, it was enough. He was enough.

“I feel safe with you,” you murmured, eyes heavy.

His throat bobbed.

“You are, sweetheart,” he breathed, leaning his forehead to your own. There was no embarrassment in his arms or shame. He called you everything during the day under this planet’s sun: asshole, baby, hotshot, shithead, legs, and so on. He only called you sweetheart when he held you in his arms. You only called him Poe here.

He pulled you back into his arms over the bed, never letting go as he put the blanket over the both of you. You pressed your ear to his heart, and it thumped steadily. He wrapped his arm around you, locking you against his torso as your leg cradled his own. You laid there with him for what felt like hours but only a few minutes.

“BB8 said you ignored him today,” he murmured.

“What?” You were at the hanger all day, training a new squad of cadets.

He shrugged. “You should have heard the angry beeps."

BB8 was there fixing an X-Wing. You went over to say hello right after getting a cup of caf for you and Poe.

He continued. “Thought I saw a drop of oil leak from his lens….”

You couldn’t contain the smallest of smiles forming across your face. He always did this… Turn your head to something else. Make the nightmare go away as he held you.

“I’ll tell him you apologized,” he promised.

You said nothing else as you snuggled closer and reached for his hand.

“Thank you,” you whispered, eyes closing. The words would never feel be enough.

He placed the barest kiss on the crown of your head. “Always.”

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The vampire and the raven

Chapter 4

It’s been two weeks since shopping with the girls, eating lunch everyday with the cullens and flirting with jasper during class. Alice was a very persistent wingman as Jasper finally asked me out to dinner the following week. The same night in fact, I finally got to have a long talk with mom and dad. They were finally back from Vanaheim on their diplomatic mission, the magic circle finally became clear and my mothers smiling face appeared. Dressed in her favorite yellow gown

“Oh my darling little raven, I’ve missed you so much.”

“I miss you to momma, how are you and the babies”

“They are both fine, little nari is turning into a little trouble maker like your father while vali is an even bigger troublemaker but Norns i love them. They both miss you dear, ask all the time where their big sister is.

“Oh I miss them too, kiss their little bellies for me.

“I will love, now tell me everything that's been happening.

After filling mother in on meeting my soulmate and his family and how amazing they are. I tell her about their condition

“So they are immortal. And they survive on other creatures' blood.?”

“Yes momma but they aren’t evil. From everything Lucas has found out, and everything I’ve observed they are good people that have made the most out of an infliction cast upon them they've all had to leave everyone the know and love behind having to reconstitute themselves in the world every several years”

“Oh how horrible,”

“Exactly, but in a way this is good. I will have my soulmate so much longer than I thought before we have to go through the transition of Idunn Apple.

“Yes my dear, that is a positive note, but if these people are having such issues I don’t want you to get hurt. I worry so much.”

“From the background fathers voice rings out”

“Did I just hear my daughter's soulmate is immortal, on Midgard?”

“Yes father you did.” Now that father was in the frame I recant my story with mom and dad present.

“How very interesting. I'll have to search the royal library’s for anything we have if not i do trust daughter you’ll collect information for me, to sooth my own curiosity”

“Of course father, but are you not worried at all”

“Of course not dear from what you’ve said it seems the young man has a good head on his shoulders but I do want you to hold off on revealing your heritage until you know much more about them. I would hate for my little raven to get hurt and I have to demolish an entire species.”

“No destruction father, everything will be fine but I do hear what you are saying, and will definitely take it under consideration.

“Good girl my little raven now keep us updated my dear and know that your lady mother and I are here for you no matter what.”

“Thanks dad I love you”

“We love you dear, sleep well our little princess.”

Two months go by, dates with jasper, gifs night with the Cullen girls even joined family games nights. Jasper and I are officially dating, all seeming so blissful, but they still haven’t trusted me with their family secret, and until i knew everything I needed i couldn't tell them mine

The following Monday I walk into the cafeteria to check on with the girls before class starts when I see Bella with the morning's paper, the headline standing out in bold black lettering.

DEATH TOLL ON THE RISE, POLICE FEAR GANG ACTIVITY

The air is thick and the silence deafening, I can tell that there’s something seriously wrong going on.

“What’s going on guys”

“Hey girl how you been.” Emmet on que breaks the tension standing up to squeeze me.

“I'm good, but apparently you all aren’t, what’s going on, why are everyone’s faces so grim?”

“It's nothing darling, everyone's fine. Jasper says as he takes my hand, giving it a squeeze

“Yeah we are all just a little shaken up over the news is all

“ I can see that, that's horrible.”

“Yeah it’s nothing we all can’t handle thou! ovvfff. Rose jabs her elbow into Emmet's stomach to cut him off.

“Anyway elara guess what?”

“What alice?”

“Us girls are having a sleepover this weekend. The boys are going hiking so we will have the house all to ourselves.”

“Oh really you going for a hike cowboy”

“Yeah me, Emmett, Edward and Carlisle.

“Oh well you be save up there i would hate for a bear to get you

“Naw elara that's the fun part, we love catching bears, ugggg.” Emmet receives yet another elbow to the stomach.

“Babe, will you stop elbowing me?”

‘Your hilarious Emmet. But I'd be happy to have a sleepover this weekend.”

“Great, it's settled and we’ll have so much fun. I already know it.”

“You always do alice. Well I'll see y’all later in class.”

Kissing Jasper on the check I make my way to my class, walking off though I hear Edward telling the others that they have to scout the area soon, they have figured out who it is on the killing spree. How interesting, he said who not what.

Throughout the week I can tell the mood within the Cullen clan slowly declines,and by Friday you can no longer contain it. To be able to help them i have to know what's going on and I can’t be delicate about the situation anymore

“Ok that's it all of you,What’s going on? You've all been more quiet than usual since that newspaper article.

“It’s nothing darling,

“It’s not nothing Jasper I can tell something’s wrong, please tell me guys i want to help.”

The group all look around as silent conversation is spoken between them. Edwards face stiffens as Alice gives him a knowing look.Finally Rosalie speaks up

“Elara, it's not really something we can speak about right now. Let us talk to our parents first and then will let you know our decision ok, I'm sorry but this really has to be discussed elsewhere.”

“Fine I'll accept that for now but I will check back after school.”

“Absolutely, we'll see you then.” You nod and walk away from the table only to have jasper stop you,’

“Darling i'm sorry”

“It’s fine, Jasper. I understand family is important and I trust all of you. I just want to help if I can.”

“Thank you dear, I promise everything will be sorted out, I swear”

“I know love, and I'll wait for you always”

The cullens pov

Moving the tense conversation out to the cars the cullens huddle together not caring if they miss class or not

“So what are we going to do?”

“I vote we just tell her, i mean you told Bella Edward”

“I didn’t just tell her alice bella figured it out”

“Whatever.”

“Either way I want to tell elara. She’s my mate and could be in just as much danger as Bella if these mysterious vampires keep running around town.I will not have my mate in danger.”

“Calm down Jasper, it’ll be fine, besides I'm with Alice, I vote to tell elara.”

“Of course you side with your mate”

“Oh stuff it edward, or do you forget why we are in this situation”

“ Really rue you want to start this shit with me again.”

“Ok the both of you seperate im with jasper as well eddy so your out numbered”

“Come one guys. Rose come on”

“Unfortunately edward i agree with emmet. I actually like Elara. She is smart and caring and has an amazing way about her and I don’t want her to be in any trouble either. We've all gotten really close to her.”

Edward broods like always all his siblings looking at him waiting for his answer

“Fine I guess you win.”

“I'll call Carlisle and fill him in, someone else let Esme know, jasper bring elara with you after class” alice barks out everyone going into planning mode, waiting to make sure everything is in order to safely tell elara the truth.

Jaspers pov

Finally the last class comes and i can finally be with elara. Now she'll know about me and all of us. I Pray to whoever is listening that she doesn’t freak out. I couldn’t handle losing my mate. But I knew that deep down none of that would happen. That elara would take the news just fine. Walking into the last class I finally see her. The unbridled sirinity that enveloped me as soon as I was near her was immaculate. To finally feel peace in the never ending sea of smells around me.

“Hey there darling”

‘Hey cowboy”.

“So, about the conversation at lunch”

“Yeah?”

“We want to tell you, would you be willing to come over to my house tonight?”.

“Of course. Are you all sure you want to tell me?”

“Without a doubt darling, but please promise me one thing”

“Anything jasper”

“Please just hear everything we have to say before you make a decision.” I can’t even look her in the face as I speak, the fear of losing her slowly consuming me. Until I feel her soft palm on my face, tilting my head up to meet her beautiful eyes.

“Jasper baby it's ok. Everything will be fine I promise.”

“Ok”

“Ok, let's just get through this last class.”

“Of course darling”.

Finally the bell rings and I turn to her, holding out my hand. We make it out into the misty atmosphere of forks. Coming to stand by the rest of my family.

“Are you all sure you're ok with me coming over?” elara asks from next to me

“We’re sure darling, come on let’s go”

Elaras pov

I just gripe onto Jasper's hand as we make the silent drive towards the cullens house, I can tell they are all internally fighting with themselves over telling me things. How i wished I could ease their worries and tell them they have nothing to worry about that i had seen and meet much worse but fathers words ring in my ear about protecting myself while on Midgard, to be wary of what evil humans like that horrible hydra group and countless others could do to me while on earth if they got ahold of me and my abilities.

I know this would never happen with the cullens but the fact that if I could be caught and that my mate and his family could then be caught and hurt truly stilled my tongue. How am I supposed to tell them I'm not only not human but not even of their world? And i'm a princess on top of all of that, oh Norns Odin help me. Just as the thoughts are starting to consume me, Jasper wraps his arm around me, and I just become enveloped in him. In the woodsy scent on his shirt and the slight brush of his golden curls against my forehead. Like it was just us in the whole world and nothing bad would happen to me or him. The cullens house comes into view. Everyone gets out of the cars and files somberly into the house. Coming into the living room Esme and Carlisle come into view.

“Good evening,”

“Oh Elara, dear good evening. I'm so glad you decided to come over. I know this is all probably stressful.” Esme gently glides over to me embracing me in a giant hug.

“No, I'm happy to be here. I want to know what’s happening so that I can help if possible”

“You're a brave girl dear. Ok let's all take a seat then. Carlisle why don’t you start.”

“Ok so how do we begin, have you seen the news lately about the recent killings and people going missing in Seattle”

“Yes

“Well those events are being done by a being that the local tribe have called cold ones”

“Cold ones?”

“Yes, cold ones are beings that do not age, have superior strength, speed, sight, everything to humans. They are the perfect biological superior being to humans. The only downfall of the race is that they must consume the essence of other sentient beings to survive”.

“A more updated term would be vampires, blood suckers, killing machines.”

“Edward, really that kind of talk is not necessary.”

‘Carlisle she needs to know what she getting into

“Edward shut up.” Jasper growls out next to me. I visibly tense under the angry energy rolling off of him

“Make me jasper your the most dangerous of us, is anyone should say something than….”

“ENOUGH” Esme raises her voice to stop her childrens quarl.

“Elara dear there is no way to say this gently but all of us here except Bella is a cold one, a vampire. However we do not hurt human beings, we are vegetarians in a way we all consume animal blood to sustain ourselves, and due to things that are about to affect our family and how close you’ve become with Jaspe, and the rest of us we want to make sure you are safe and protected. Which you can only be if you know the truth.”

The room is silent as a morgue. Everyone is just waiting to see my reaction. When they dont get one they start getting nervous

“Elara are you ok do you feel faint. Or anything?’

I just look at Carlisle and shake my head, feeling jasper take my hands and kneeling in front of me trying to see if i'm in shock.

“darlin, please say something, im sure you have a million things to ask.”

“Nope.”

“What!” Edward spews from the wall he’s leaning on.

“Nope, I'm fine.”

“You're seriously just fine with everything they just said to you, even Bella freaked out for a day after she figured it out and I had to tell her.

“Oh Edward, trust me when I say I’ve heard weirder stories, and besides there's superpowered people all throughout the world, who am I to jilt you all for not being human.”

Looking around all i could really see where the gears in everyone’s heads turning as the look of astonishment crosses all of their faces

“ Are you all going to combust or something”

“No darling i guess we were just all expecting something different”

“Oh cowboy is this what you’ve been so worried about all day that you would scare me off”

“Yeah.”

“Well wipe that away because it's not happening. But i do have one question carlisle”

“Yes”

“You said earlier if I had heard about all the killings and disappearances in Seattle what exactly is going on and what does it have to do with your family.”

“Well that is a long story.”

“So a year and a half ago bella came into town and bonded with edward and while you all where playing baseball one day a trio of rogue evil vampires came upon you and one of them decided to make bella a target cause he thought it would be fun, you go to escape, he tricks bella, you all end up showing up in time to stop him and kill him. Now because he’s dead his girlfriend/mate is now hell bent on killing Bella and she’s the one behind all the disappearances or at least you think she is since recently Bella’s house was broken into by someone unknown.”

“Yes that about sums it up.” Emmett chuckles out.

“How very interesting”

“I must say elara your are taking this all so well”

“Why thank you Rue. I try real hard.”

“Now you know what’s all going on darling and why I want to make sure that if it is Victoria I don’t want her to be able to hurt you.”

‘Oh dear it will all be fine trust me I’m a lot stronger than you think. But I understand now why you're all so tense and stressed and now I can help.”

“Oh dear you are so sweet, I'm so glad you fell into my childrens lives.” Esme says from her seat next to Carlisle on the couch.

“I am too, it's like its magic huh,”: a knowing twinkle in my eye. “But I'm serious and I want to help.”

“First we’ve been trying to get a read on if it is truly Victoria causing the issues in Seattle, all I’ve been able to do so far is contact my friends with the volturi to inform them of the rising threat to our kinds exposure”

“Who are the Volturi?”

“A bunch of stubborn power hungry jackasses”

“Emmet watch your language’

“I'm 92 years old Ma,I think I'm allowed to at least speak the truth. They really are a bunch of old ack”… Emmet's sentence getting cut off once more by a well placed elbow from Rose.

“Thank you Rosalie. Now where was I before I was so rudely interrupted. The Volturi are the largest and most powerful coven of vampires we currently have. They enforce the laws of the vampire world.”

“They are basically the equivalent of vampire royalty even though they only are because they made themselves to be” . Alice adds bitterly from the other side of me.

“Yes, they are led by the three kings, Aro, Marcus and Caius. They have been around for over 3000 years”. Carlisle’s continues on.

(3000 years please they are simply babies when it comes to grandfather odin and grandmother Frega.)

“Throughout their reign many a coven has fallen due to not following the volturi rule.”

“How so?”

“Aro, Their leader likes to gather unique beings with abilities.”

“Abilities?”

“Yes abilities for example a few of us here are special even among our kind. Alice can see the future. Edward here can read minds, and Jasper is able to manipulate emotions.”

“Incredible……. That actually explains a lot about you Edward. I would be moody if I had to hear what everyone was thinking all the time too.”

Emmett burst out laughing at this glad he at least found me funny. Then a thought comes to my mind

“Have any of you ever used your abilities on me?”

“No my sweet elara the first day we met you we learned that none of our abilities really work on you. Kinda like Bella. She is only really able to get out of physical abilities like mind reading and other stuff whereas me and jasper can see some of her future and slightly feel her emotions. It was so fun when she first came, it pissed Edward off so much ahhaha.”

“I bet.” laughing along with Alice as Edward scoffs at his sister.

“Anyway, some vampires have abilities we believe they gain by having really strong circumstances, emotions or something substantial happen to them while they are alive. For example you have an infinity for plant life your whole life and are turned you could be able to manipulate plants as a vampire. It’s still a vast concept we are studying.

“That’s truly fascinating carlisle.” Oh Odin I can’t let father know about this he’ll never stop asking questions if our two families ever come together.

“Yes it is very fascinating but because only a select few have powers Aro is dead set on collecting as many people for his coven as possible. He currently has some very powerful people that enforce his rules.”

“Oh yeah they are a big bag of fun.” Emmett adds

“What are their abilities?”

“Well there are four of them that are the kings’ main enforcers. Theirs Jane the leader of the group, she can cause physical pain to anyone. By just saying the word. Her brother Alec is able to produce a smog from his limbs that is able to numb all senses of his prey. Beside them are Demetri and Felix. Demetri has a similar power to the rogue vampire James that wanted to kill bella. He can track anyone anywhere by the tenors of their minds. While Felix is more of the muscle behind everyone. We do not really want to bring the enforcers attention anywhere near us, but since Aro found out Bella was a shield he’s even more determined to try and find a way to break our coven to get Edward, bella, alice and jasper on his side”.

“That’s not good, so I'm guessing even if Victoria was the person behind everything the Volturi probably wouldn’t step in because they hope that Victoria will win and Aro will get what he wants.”

“Yes, that is correct.”

“Is there truly no one else that can help you?”

“Currently we are protecting the town and our boundaries while the wolves protect theirs.”

“The wolves?”

“Yes, the local tribe I told you about. The Quileutes are a tribe of shifters that take on wolf forms. We have an agreement with their elders that as long as we do not cross on to their land and we never harm a human being we are free to stay here in peace. However, Victoria keeps jumping between the two sides.”

“Yeah as soon as we almost catch her, she jumps onto the wolves' land. Emmett almost got in a brawl with one of them the other day trying to go after her.” Jasper says

“So the atmosphere isnt exactly cordial between you all .”

“You could say that darling.”

“Well there has to be something you can do. Someway to see if they can help. I mean there’s been over 15 disappearances in Seattle so far. That’s almost a full squadron im not letting you all go against 15 plus vampires by yourselfs”,

“There’s also the fact that if she is behind this all the people could be newborns now, which means they will be stronger, faster, more ruthless. Elara is right we are going to need help with this if it comes to a fight I don’t want to lose my family. I refuse.””

“It will be alright Rue, we still don't even know for a fact this is Victoria.

“I mean we might as well assume it is”. I pipe up from my spot, all the cullens turning to me.

“Explain dear. Esme asks

“There are too many Coincidences for this to not all be some kind of ploy from Victoria. The break in at Bella’s even though you couldn’t find any trace of her, it doesn’t mean she couldn’t have found someone else to do it for her. Honestly at this point I would see if you could get a meeting with the local tribe carlisle and try and explain the situation to ask for help.”

“You may be right elara”

“I can tell you all are thrilled about it from the looks on your faces but if that's what it will take to make sure all of you and bella are safe then that's what it takes”

“Your right darling. How did you learn to be such a strategizer, a real voice of reason.”

“I have a lot of experience, trust me.” I gently kiss the side of his cheek.

The rest of the night goes smoothly and Jasper drives me back to the school to pick up my car. The drive back. Home all the facts run through my head, I'll have to see if Lucas can find anything out about the Seattle cases, if not I will step in to help the cullens even if it gives away who and what I am before i'm ready to tell them.

The following week I can definitely see a difference in the cullens attitudes. They now freely tell me their quote on quote camping stories, and a lot more about their actual lives. I’ve slowly learned more about how each Cullen came to be a Cullen. So far Rosalie's story is my favorite. Like a true Valkyrie she took down those horrible men that abused her, with quite a clever flair, and even though how she became a vampire was not her choice I can tell that Emmett and her are truly happy.

Rue's story was similar in a way, she was mugged and fatally stabbed, Alice found her shortly after and was able to get her to jasper in time to be changed. After she adjusted and learned Alice was her mate, she felt like everything in her life came together. Her biological family and her weren’t close by any means due to her sexual orientation. This is when I learned many midgardians don't accept their own offspring or family members due to this, which truly boggled my mind with my gender fluid father. Thank the Norns, Rue was able to find a family that truly loved her for just being her. While I’ve learned more about the Cullens I’ve learned to read them much better, and right now all I'm reading is that Edward and Bella are not seeing eye to eye right now. Considering she’s currently sitting on the other side of the cafeteria.

“Hey bella”. I announce as I place my tray across from hers

“Oh hey elara.”

“What’s up? Why are you all the way over here.?”

“Edward and I are kinda fighting.”

“Kinda fighting? What’s happening.?”

“It’s Jacob”

“Jacob?”

“Yeah Jacob black. I used to know him before i moved to Arizona and now that i'm back we reconnected and got pretty close when the cullens disappeared for a while”

“And let me guess he has feelings for you.”

“Yeah”

“Wellllll hmmm that is a tough one”

``Yeah and it doesn’t help that Jacobs is part of the Quileutes”

“No shit.”

“Yeah”

“So he’s a” Leaning in closer I whisper the word wolf.” Never knowing what nosy teenager is listening in.

“Yeah”

“Well I must say, you definitely attract some interesting characters don't you.” Bella laughs at this, the tension slightly easing out of her shoulder.

“You could say that, it's just I like Jacob and his pack, they're good people and I feel bad that many of them have now become wolves cause not only are the cullens back in forks but now with Victoria running around tensions are really high.”

“Yeah, and let me guess each side thinks they can handle it on their own, when neither can without their being possible casualties

“Correct again elara.”

“Well then all we can do is try to convince them then huh. Is it possible I could meet the tribe or group or whatever maybe together we could talk to them and the cullens and bring everyone together”

“Hmmmmm I mean it's not a horrible idea. You know what sure let me message them and well go from there

“Ok, just let me know and don't worry everything is going to be just fine, ok.?”

“Ok.”

“Ok I'll see you after school. Let me know when anything is set up. Bye bellas’

“Bye elara”

Walking away all I can feel is the excitement of possibly getting to see these shifters up front, seeing how their magic or process works for them to become wolves. Of course no wolf will probably beat Aunt Helas Fernrir but this will definitely be interesting.

#twilight fanfiction #jasper hale x y/n #twilight x reader #the cullens x reader #twilight masterlist #jasper cullen x you #the twilight saga #twilight #lokis daughter #loki x sigyn

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aphrodisiac-siren · 1 year

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Ettore X Fem!Reader

Summary: A deadly virus has begun spreading, a disease attacks the brain and causes victims to lose their humanity, rendering them violent and insane creatures. You were chosen, along with a bunch of others, to help find a cure for the same. Along your journey at the organisation, you meet a certain someone who is as daunting as he is captivating.

Warnings: swearing [18+ minors DNI]

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Part 6

Your eyes fluttered open to the soft snores that escaped Ettore's lips, your gaze fondly resting on his face. He looked so peaceful, his usual dark aura amiss; he wasn’t subject eight, the intimidating trouble maker. No, now he was just Ettore, a boy who was just as hurt and damaged as most of the poor kids at this organisation.

You smiled to yourself as you cuddled closer to him, your cheek pressing against his bare chest that rose and fell with each breath he drew. His hand came to drape around you, his thumb gently rubbing your arm as he hummed a sigh of content.

You lay there with a ridiculous smile plastered on your face, enjoying the close contact but right as you were about to lose yourself to sleep, you suddenly jolted upright.

"Relax Y/N" came Ettore's voice, rough with sleep that made you want to hear him say something more with his morning voice which you found pathetically hot "we've got two more hours"

You turned around to look at him, his eyes were barely open as he looked at you sleepily. Your gaze then shifted to your little digital clock perched on top of your bedside table that red 4:45 in red.

Subjects had to be up and present for breakfast by eight am sharp but elites needed to be up by seven and present by the chancellor’s office to collect and discuss their daily schedules, which meant you only had only about an hour and fifteen minutes before it was time for you to report.

"You need to get dressed" you mumbled, your voice coming out a lot softer than you intended. Ettore did not seem to give a fuck and pulled you toward him, welcoming you into his warm embrace once again. You had to admit you liked this, nestled close together, skin-to-skin without a care in the world. You wished you could freeze time and stay in here all day and all night but that was not even a remote possibility.

"Y/N" he simply called out your name as a whisper, as if by him simply saying your name aloud, you would cave in and let him sleep a little while longer. In truth, you would let him sleep the whole day but not whilst he was in your room; that could put you and him in some serious trouble.

"Sleep in your own room" you grunted, trying to wiggle out of his grasp but that only made him tighten his arms around you, like a toddler not willing to part with his favourite plush toy. It was cute, this side of him- too bad you couldn’t thoroughly enjoy it out of fear of being caught.

"Stop being so difficult this early in the morning" he irritatedly said, eyes still closed "or do I have to shove my cock in your mouth to shut you up?"

"You won’t have a cock to do that if you don’t get up right now" you said sternly with an undertone of mischief as you finally managed to free yourself from his arms and sit up, bringing your blanket up to cover your breasts.

"Bad girl Y/N, is that how you talk to your friends?" Ettore chuckled, rubbing his eyes as he followed your actions and sat up, playfully tugging the blanket "nothing I haven’t already seen"

"Shut up" you rolled your eyes, still covering your chest "we're not- I'm not your friend"

"I fucked you" he grinned, as if that was an answer by itself "what does that make you then if not my friend? Girlfriend?"

"Fuck off-"

"I want to say fuck buddy but baby we both know you have a little crush on me" he graced you with that all-too-familiar grin of his "I wouldn’t break your little heart by just using you for the sex"

"What a gentleman" you rolled your eyes again "sounds like you have a crush on me rather than it being the other way around"

"Stop rolling your eyes" he playfully nudged you "the only time you’re allowed to do that is when I'm pounding into you-"

"Fuck- Ettore stop!" you burst out laughing, Ettore joining you with a chuckle "I have to be ready by seven and you need to be in your room when the guards reach your rooms escort you lot to the cafeteria"

Ettore huffed a sigh of surrender before he pushed aside the blanked under which he had gotten quiet comfortable before he went to go retrieve his clothes that had been carelessly tossed in different corners of the room. He picked up your panties that were lying on the floor and brought them to his nose to inhale the scent that immediately had you cackling after you muttered an 'ew' to which Ettore reacted by rolling his eyes and throwing you the skimpy fabric that you slipped on before you hopped out and immediately snatched his hoodie before he had a chance to pick it up.

"I'm keeping this" you said briskly before slipping it on and Ettore grinned adoringly at you before he put on his jacket "now scram"

"On it, my lady" he mockingly bowed before he spun around to open the door and see himself out. He took a quick peek down the hallway, just to make sure no one else was there before he turned around to flash you one of his fetching smiled "I'll see you at breakfast"

And with that he closed shut your door behind him, leaving you to giggle and jump around your room, all giddy-headed, whilst being in his hoodie that smelled of him.

By the time you went to the cafeteria for breakfast, you had simmered down from your high, reminding yourself that you were an elite and not a silly schoolgirl with a crush. Still, as much as you tried, your eyes scanned around the place on the other side of the glass barrier in search of Ettore.

It didn’t take too long for you to spot him, he was always sitting by himself. When his pretty blue eyes met yours he instantly broke into a boyish grin and shot you a wink which made you smile, blood immediately rushing to your cheeks while you tried to tame your ferocious beating heart.

Unfortunately for you, your friend Aris was far too smart and observant to miss this small exchange.

"Do I even want to know when all this happened?" He asked in a hushed tone as he sat across you at the table.

"Huh?" you pretended to sound clueless but the blush dusting your cheeks accompanied by your ragged breathing didn’t really aid you in your act.

"I don’t know what exactly you both have got going on, but I hope you remember he’s a convict" he sounded less like your friend and more like a teacher who was cross and giving you an earful "and he's a subject. You can’t be friends with them, let alone flirt shamelessly"

"But we didn’t-"

"Right, he shot you that wink out of nowhere" Aris leaned in as he further lowered his voice, not wanting anyone to hear what he had to say next "I know he spent the night in your room and I have absolutely no interest in knowing the details. I just later came to check in on you at the med bay but you weren’t there, nor was he in his own room"

"Why would that lead you to believe he spent the night with me?" you cocked a brow, interlacing your fingers.

"My room is right next to yours, genius" he whisper yelled "you should thank the heavens that ours are the only two rooms in the west corridor because you weren’t particularly quiet last night"

Your eyes widened with shock, heart beating even faster with fear but Aris was quick to assure you he would keep it a secret.

"Look, I want you to be safe and I'm sure you want the same for him" Aris sighed "I'm not the type who get's in between people and their love life-"

"Oh no no" you were quick to interrupt "me and him- we're not- I don’t-"

"Whatever it is" he shushed you by raising his finger, letting you know he wasn’t done talking "it has to stop. You have to stop seeing him, for yours and his sake. Not for good, but at least until this whole experiment is over and done with"

Your eyes involuntary went to look for Ettore, who was already staring at you and he offered you a sheepish smile when your eyes met.

You didn’t want to stop whatever had just begun, you truly didn’t. Granted that it was against the rules, doing it anyway just gave you a rush- made you feel more alive in some weird way. Ettore was that spark, that fire that you needed in your life, someone who you were captivated with as much as he was with you.

You didn’t want it to end, not when it had barely started.

Make your choice:

a. Continue secret affair with Ettore>>

b. Call it quits for now>>

AN: Wanted to try this 'choose your ending' thing for a while now hehe

Taglist: @sahvlren @greenowlfactif @tinykryptonitewerewolf @babyblue711 @afro-hispwriter @schniiipsel

#ewan mitchell #ettore #ettore x reader #high life #ewan nation #ettore smut

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genshinboys · 2 years

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You’re shipping 👀

Just gonna leave this here then:

I’m a ISTP-T and a Capricorn.

You don’t have to do me but if you do pretty please and thank you 💞

-👻

Hello, my lovely Baby <3

I did an analysis of the best possible matches for your zodiac as well as personality and it turns out that Ningguang is your absolute BAE <3

Not only do you have the most compatible personalities, but also she is a Virgo. Believe it or not, Virgos and Capricorns are bound to be drawn to one another and if they end up being together then their relationship is simply going to be AMAZING.

You are both Thinking and Sensing Personalities which means you tend to be practical and logical-decision makers. The combination of introverted and extroverted features creates balance and helps you both develop and broaden your horizons.

You need to find a partner who allows you to be independent while still being loyal and affectionate. A relationship like that allows you to thrive and prevents you from feeling trapped. Ningguang will never make you feel like your freedom was taken away from you. She won't make you uncomfortable with too emotional displays of her feelings, which is something that has a high potential of scaring you away. She will be your anchor and an open-minded supporter of any endeavours.

You show your love through actions that might help/benefit your partner or by solving a problem that has been weighing on your significant other's mind. Ningguang will love this practical approach and often times you will impress her with your stability and support.

You and Ningguang are hard workers, always thinking about the future and ways of improving it. You take relationships very seriously and are very picky about people you date. So, once you bump into each other? I'm 100% certain you'll know right away that it is indeed the right person that you have been looking for so long! Capricorns and Virgos, because of their practicality, believe that there is very little time for love in their busy schedules. However, this slow and steady approach will work for you as you two get along naturally, thinking and acting in a similar way which creates harmony and leads to happiness in your relationship.

You are both giving and like pleasuring your partner in bed. You are sensual and enjoy "taking your time" with each other when getting intimate. Ningguang's hidden kinky side will really do wonders to your sex drive. Rest assured, this woman knows how to spice things up in the bedroom despite her calm and collected demeanour. Ningguang will undoubtedly lead you in the matters of sex, adding passion and lots of fun to your relationship. You both have a sense of shyness which will actually drive you crazy for one another.

Powerful union of earthy energies! You will make other people jealous with your BOSS VIBES. You are ready to go to any lengths to support each other's aspirations in life. In short: COUPLE GOALS <3

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sirthisisa-wendys · 3 years

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hi can i request seeing your ex koko again at a gathering after so many yearsss

thanks thanks!!! 💗

Oof.

*inhales*

KOKONOIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

The Promise: Hajime Kokonoi x Fem!Reader

wc: 823

tw: NSFW

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He's changed.

That's all you can think when you see Kokonoi walking into the fundraiser venue, his blonde hair long and clothes much more... expensive than they used to look.

But you...

You look down at your black floral gown and bite your lip. Did you look the same? Had you changed since that snowy Christmas Eve? Your hair is still the same shade, you're still the same height.

No, you hadn't changed. You want to take flight... you want to escape. The champagne glass in your hand trembles as you turn to try to do just that. He can't see you like this. Not when he looks like that.

"Y/n?" You stop in your tracks.

"Yes?" Your boss is standing behind you with a curious look about him.

"What are you doing?" Think of a lie, and quick.

"Going to the bathroom." The man points over his shoulder in the same direction as Kokonoi, which makes your stomach cramp miserably.

"The bathroom is that way." You smile and nod, citing your absent-mindedness as you try to walk surreptitiously as you passed the gathered money-makers.

Somehow, you make it to the bathroom unscathed, and your hands clasp the sink counter in a death grip. Pants escape your lips and you try to push it all to the back of your mind as a woman walks in behind you, her eyes glazing over your figure at the sink.

Just get through tonight.

You pull the door open, turning the corner to the ballroom in a hurry when you bump right into--

"I thought you'd never make it out of there."

Kokonoi's voice laces up your spine and grabs your throat, making your mouth dry up. You struggle for words as you look up at the man, a smirk on his face at the sight of his one-time lover.

"I'd say it's good to see you again, but you look like you've seen a ghost, sweetheart."

"I suppose I have." Hajime sniffs, eyes roaming around the ballroom over your head before landing back on your face. "What do you want from me?"

"You really want to know?" The look in Koko's eyes is enough to tell that he wants trouble, and he'll do anything to get it. "How about we discuss how I've acquired a relationship with your company, and you'll be working for me from now on."

If you could drop dead, you would so right now, because you know what he's going to say next.

"Ten years ago, you left me and I've been trying to get you back ever since."

"Kokonoi, I--"

"Listen," he mutters, cutting you off. "How about we talk about this somewhere more private. Say... my suite upstairs?"

_____________________________________________________________

"How did you convince me to get in here with you?" you pant, dress bunched up around your hips as Koko plows into you from behind.

"It wasn't my money," he chuckles in your ear. "Maybe my charm."

"Uh-uh, not a-- oh shit, Kokonoi, that feels so good." You moan into the bed, gripping the sheets as Koko smacks you on the ass, his earring jingling as he thrusts into you.

It's just as good as you remember it, you realize. He's just as good as you remember. You reach a hand down to touch your clit, and you hear:

"Go ahead, baby. Touch yourself for me." That alone is enough for you to groan again, legs quaking. "It's been so long since I've felt that pussy around me." You whimper, noting how good his cock makes you feel, and for a second, you wonder why you ever gave it all up. Why you left.

"I'm going to cum," you choke out, and Kokonoi leans over you, his hair brushing your back.

"You wanna cum?"

"Please."

"Cumming is for good girls, not girls who leave without so much as a goodbye."

"Kokonoi, please!" He removes your hand from your clit and traps it above your head, huffing into your ear. "Please, please..."

"Beg for it. I want to hear you beg me for release."

"I'll never leave you again if you let me cum," you rush out, and Kokonoi's grip on your wrist falters for a moment. "I promise."

"You swear on your life?" You nod, lust clouding your hazy memory of that Christmas Eve.

"I'll never do it again," you whine, on the brink of tears. Kokonoi accepts this as an answer and his fingers rub your clit for you, bringing you to your climax and his in one fell swoop.

"Fuck, y/n..."

The memory hits you hard as soon as the orgasm is over. Inui's scarred face, the whispered name of the girl you didn't know in your ear, and the look in his eye come back to haunt you as Kokonoi pulses inside of you carefully, hands slackening around your hips.

But you made a promise.

One you'd have to keep for the rest of his life.

#hajime kokonoi x reader #kokonoi smut #hajime kokonoi #tokyorev smut #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers smut

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pedropascalssimp · 3 years

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Feisty dala

Boba fett x fem reader

Summary: din djarin and you have been traveling together since you had both met that day you two had discovered Grogu, now on a mission to find a jedi seeing stone, only you find a certain mandalorian who seems to like getting on your nerve.

Warnings: language. Violence. Mentions death. Blood is mentioned. Boba being grumpy. Fluff because Im obsessed with soft old Boba 🤧💕 and lastly (gasps) IT'S LONG!?

No one asked for this I just wrote it because I was bored and finally had free time.

*not my gif*

The razor crest was submerged In silence, Grogu in the seat beside your mandalorian friend while you was in the one behind the little green boy.

The stars whizzing by in white blurs while you simply tap your fingers against the leather chair arm as you boredly look around at the ship. You was told by din to be quiet, your constant talking about various things had irked him, he claimed you couldn't be quiet for even five minutes. ever so eager to prove him wrong you decided to bet on it, telling him that you was capable of being quiet for ten minutes to up the stakes of the bet, so he threw fifty credits on the table and you agreed. But damn was it hard to keep quiet, especially whenever the urge to tease the mandalorian about how he just spoke to his son in a baby voice was so strong.

But you bite your tongue and ignore it, ignore how he puts the ship into autopilot so he can hold Grogu and continue to baby him. "are you hungry kid? You haven't eaten in nearly two hours... Surely you must be hungry little womp rat" din tickles his side making the child giggle. It was then you knew din was purposely trying to make you tease him, trying to make you lose the bet. But you stubborn and determined to win, so you cross your arms and lean back in the seat comfortably.

"lucky for you... I managed to get you some more cookies while we were on Trask, want some?" he asks the green child who nods eagerly, din proceeds to retrieve the promised cookies and soon let's Grogu dig in. Standing up from his seat, his visor falls on you.

"one more minute until the bets up, I'm actually surprised you haven't spoke yet" he said with amusement, watching how you grin at him with a cocky expression. "but I do dread when it's over... Because I'll never be able to shut you up" he jokes while patting your shoulder, walking out of the cockpit to eat you assumed. Once he was gone and the minute was up, you let out a deep sigh, smiling over at Grogu who had cookie crumbs all over his face.

"that man spoils you kid, but judging by the smile on you're face you don't seem to mind" you stand up and plop down in the pilot seat to see Grogu better, "can I have one?" you ask, eyeing a cookie. Grogu looks at you, down at the cookies then sighs deeply before handing you one, as if he was opposed to giving you one. You take it with a grateful nod, saying thanks while munching on the cookie.

The sound of the door opening makes you look back, seeing din walk in and motioning you to get out of his seat, doing so you outstretched a hand, looking at him with a smirk. "I do believe you owe me fifty credits Mando" you enjoyed the huff that escaped his modulater as he practically throws the money at you.

"I hate you, you know that right?" he said, the playful tone giving away his words was nothing but playful banter.

"the feeling is mutual buckethead" you laugh while sitting back in your usual seat, looking at the credits with a proud smirk. "can you believe that you lost to me? That is just so surprising" you sarcastically say, remembering how you always win bets, but din hasn't learnt his lesson on how not to gamble with you.... The muttered curse word's from din only make you laugh more.

"Grogu, remind me next time not to indulge her when she places a dumb bet" Grogu coos and looks out the window, "it won't take long before we land on tython" din announced after a few moments of silence.

"oh maker, everyone prepare yourselves! Mando is about to land the ship!" you giggle after you buckled in, "try and not wreck this time captain" you tease him while you watch him buckle Grogu in.

Whenever his visor falls on you, you can feel the glare fixated on you, burning holes through your head. But you offer him a innocent look. "next words that leave you're mouth will be you're last, because I'm taping you're mouth shut" he spoke while turning back to focus on flying.

"oh, kinky" you joke with a grin. That made him snap his head around.

"what!? No - no I didn't mean like -

"it's just a joke Mando, calm down" you laugh, his stuttering at a simple joke letting you know it embarrassed him. He was definitely a innocent soul, even though his line of work put blood on his hands, he was somehow still a kind person, but damned if you ever got on his bad side, because that's when the cold blooded bounty hunter comes out. Hint why you befriended him that day you and him met, you was after the same bounty, along with a Droid. You, din and the Droid made your way to the bounty and your heart dropped when you saw Grogu, innocent wide eye's looking up at the three of you. The Droid, ever so heartless, was going to kill the kid, but din killed the Droid and you and him made a promise to protect Grogu. From that bloomed your friendship.

"let's just get to this jedi rock thing" din mumbled while you chuckle behind him from your seat. Maker was he clueless about the jedi, you wasn't that educated on them either but knew more about them then him.

Din flies around in search of the right location, green mountains and blue skies a beautiful contrast to what you've usually been seeing lately. Tython wasn't much, but it was still beautiful. You watched with adoring eye's as Grogu looks around with fascinated eye's.

"Looks like that’s the magic rock I’m supposed to take you to down there" din spoke while he slows down to fly around the rock in the middle of a clearing on the mountain. "Sorry, buddy. I can’t land on the top. Too small. We’re gonna have to travel the last stretch with the windows down" you looked out the window at the seeing stone with amazement, it was definitely something new to you. But after a few moments you take in din's words.

"wait, you're gonna use the jetpack? What about me? What am I supposed to do walk?" you questioned while looking at the mandalorian.

"either walk or stay on the ship" he shrugs while finding a place to land, surprising you by how smoothly he landed the razor crest. "me and him will be back after we figure out whatever it is this jedi thing does" he picks Grogu up and holds him tightly while looking down at you. "don't destroy my ship out of boredom, I know how you get when you're bored" he points a finger at you like a dad scolding his kid.

"I'm not gonna destroy you're ship Mando, besides... Now with you gone I can finally take a peaceful nap, you're snoring won't bother me now" you lean back in your seat and spare a glance at his void visor.

"whatever, I gotta get Grogu to the jedi rock thing" he leaves without another word, taking little Grogu with as you sigh. What the hell was you supposed to do? Actually sleep? As much as you really wanted to, you found yourself to wired to sleep, so you stand up and explore the ship, descending the ladder to the cockpit. You look around at everything boredly, finding a crate to seat on while looking over your blaster. It was what felt like hours later, but really more like fifteen minutes, when you heard the landing of another ship, this made you jump up and holster your blaster while opening the ramp of the crest, looking for the mysterious ship you heard. Out in the distance, you spot a ship, it was rusted and old looking from what you could gather, but you didn't see anything. Walking back into the crest while the door closed with a hiss, you grab the com din gave you and activated it.

"Mando is everything okay?" you ask, hoping he'd respond, hell he probably didn't even have his com on him.

Crackling was heard before the sound of din's voice comes in, "yeah...sort of..." he muttered back, making you lift a brow in confusion.

"sort of!? What's happening? Who's ship just landed!?" you rushed out while pacing the floor, worried things might be going south out there while your in this ship doing nothing to help.

Din detected the concern and stress in your voice and sighs, "I'm fine, Grogu is doing his jedi thing and I'm talking with this guy -

"guy!? What guy? What the hell is happening out there din!?" you used his real name making him turn the com off. Great now your clueless as to what is exactly happening while your stuck on this ship. Perfect.

Laying the com down, more like slamming it, you let out a angry huff. Running a hand down your face while deciding if you should stay on the crest or leave. About ready to make your mind up your almost out the door, but before you could open it, the sound of yet more ships landing was heard, that's when you take out your blaster and open the crests door. Walking outside only to spot stormtroopers.

"oh you have to be kidding me!" you angry growl out while spotting din fighting stormtroopers off alongside two other people, din tries making towards Grogu who was at the top of the hill. But of course you can't focus on that now considering a few troopers spot you, rising your blaster up fast you shoot at them, hitting one in the leg while the other in the chest, taking another shot you take the last one out easily.

Running towards the hill while taking out troopers your almost toward din, but a familiar face stops you, "Fennec!?" you ask, looking the woman over, she shoots you a small smile before shooting a trooper who was behind you.

"you sound surprised to see me y/n!" she shoot another trooper while you start aiding her in taking down the damned men.

"well considering the last time I saw you, you was dead" you quickly dodged a blaster shot before looking at her again, "yes, I'm a little surprised to see you" you offer her a smile before parting ways. Trying to help your partner out, but din was already so far up the hill. That's when you spare a glance at the crest and spot a man going inside. This intrigued you and your quick to race back down the hill to see what the hell that was about.

Running inside the ship you hold your blaster up, spotting a older man putting on din's hard earned beskar. "and what do you think you're doing with my friends beskar?" you ask him, looking over his face. Although scarred greatly from what you could only assume a life threatening experience, he was quite handsome. Dark eye's and a ever present scowl on his face.

He hums before looking away and continues putting the beskar on, placing the chest piece on. "this armor belongs to me" he grunts out with a gruff voice, a accent leaking through his voice. It was beautiful, rough but still a sound you find yourself yearning to hear again. "and don't point that thing at me unless you plan on using it princess" he spoke while putting the leg pieces on now.

Holding it more firm you walk closer to him, not liking his attitude. "and who says I won't use it? Now put my friends armor back before I decide to drop you old man" you say, deciding if he wanted to call you princess, something you really didn't mind but hating how it made your heart feel weird, you'd call him old man.

Ignoring you, something that really pissed you off, he places the helmet on and pushes past you. "I knew you wouldn't pull the trigger, now either help take some of these troopers out or stay put princess, wouldn't want you to break a nail" he walks off after that, leaving your blood boiling and jaw clenched.

Oh he was definitely going to pay for that, because you don't let anyone get away with such shit like that. Practically in a fit of rage you help Fennec, asshole, and din take out the troopers, fighting your way back up the hill as you switch between using your blaster and blade. You felt his lingering gaze on you as you fought, but ignored him, to focused on killing those jerks. And finally you succeeded and stood by din as you both watched the other mandalorians shoot the ships that held the remaining, fleeing troopers. The shot hit one ship making it fall and crash into the other.

"nice shot" din said while you roll your eye's and glare at the mandalorian in green chipped and beat armor.

He turns around, visor fixated on you two. "I was aiming for the other one" he spoke and this time you found his beautiful voice annoying.

You hated the man already, yet... Why the hell did he make your belly flip and heart flutter?

Oh maker...at the realization you was falling for the stranger you hate him even more.

It all happened in a blur, one moment Grogu's in his protective blue force field thing, the next his not and some rather lethal looking droids are taking. And the crest? It's gone, blown into dust. You couldn't do anything but watch your friends world crumble before him. No matter what you said it wouldn't make him feel better you knew, but once you heard the anger in his voice and determination, you knew he would stop at nothing to get his son back.

And so that's where you was now, all on the slave I while boba, you found out the assholes name finally, paints his armor, you watched him with crossed arms and a glare. You was still angry from his earlier words and attitude, but also still hypnotized by his face, the scars looked like they had to have been deep painful wounds once upon a time. But his beauty in them was something that really drawn your attention, his dark brown eye's held this new special glent in them as he looks at his armor, painting it with care while the smallest of smiles tugs at his lips whenever his paint brush comes across a certain deep mark or dent in the armor. It was stunning.

But like hell your gonna let his good looks capture you, draw you in like some lovestruck puppy. Because you didn't like him, no, that would just be obserd, idiotic even. He was a smug, grumpy jerk, he was even a bit older then you.... But maker was his voice something else, something you could never tire of.

"like what you see princess?" he spoke up, gruff voice startling you out of your thoughts. Scoffing at him you look away, trying to glare at the wall without letting your blush creep up your cheeks at being caught staring.

"can't say I do" you retort while glaring at him again, his smug amused face making your skin burn with frustration at the man. "and stop calling me that fett, unless you want me to kick you're ass?" you offer him a little smirk this time and he chuckles, focusing back on his work.

"oh, a feisty dala eh?" he doesn't even look up to see your reaction, he didn't even know if you spoke mando'a or not. "I like that" he adds with smug smirk, this time catching the red painting your cheeks.

"I don't even know what the hell dala means" you shake your head and glare at him again, his eye's now glued to yours, the intensity of his eye contact enough to have your skin burning for other reasons besides anger.

"I see you're little boyfriend doesn't teach you his own people's language?" he hoped that din wasn't really your boyfriend, for whenever he said that you was a feisty dala and he liked it, he meant it.

"okay for one thing, that idiot is not my boyfriend, and another no, he hardly even speaks to me unless it's absolutely crucial" you chuckle at the thought and watch how boba let's a little smirk tug at his lips while he works.

"dala means woman, therefore I called you a feisty woman...which you are"

"and you like it?" you tease him with a prideful smirk, standing up and walking over to only sit back down beside him. He looks down at you with confusion and a little skeptical look.

"what are you planning little girl" he grumbled as he puts his paint brush aside and turns his attention on you.

Shrugging you simply gaze up at him, loving how he keeps flickering his gaze over your face, obviously taking in every detail. "well it's kind of boring just sitting around doing nothing so I thought you'd like some help?" you point at the extra brush and his eye's look down at it, then back up at you.

"sure, just don't mess it up" he grunts out while handing you the brush and instructing you what to do. After he explained how he wanted it, you began helping him silently, your mind souly focused on the even slow strokes of the brush, turning the beskar a deep green. While you was lost in painting the man beside you watched with the smallest of smiles, boba found himself lost in the soft expression on your angelic face, the way your brows slightly lift up when you come across a dent, the way your lips slowly tug up when you triumphantly finish and admire your handy work. Boba fett wasn't one for being all sappy or overly lovey dovey. But he couldn't help but note how his eye's was practically glued to you, because he thought you was absolutely beautiful, an angel among the galaxy he had the privilege of meeting. Looking away from you he wipes any trace of affection off his face and starts painting the more detailed red and oranges onto the beskar.

It was ever since that day spent on the older bounty hunters ship, you and him sat and painted in a comfortable silence. And although he seemed like a grumpy and cold person of few words, you couldn't help but enjoy his company. After you had both finished your work you started small talk that soon led to you befriending the man.

Walking into the cantina with boba close by your side and din taking the lead, you follow the man in silver beskar to a table where two mandalorian women sit, eating while their helmets are discarded on the table. As you approached them, they stare up at you, boba and din. The red head eyeing din, the one you knew as bo-katan, having met her back on trask, while her friend simply pays you no mind, the one who's name you have yet to learn, not that you really cared honestly.

"I need you're help" din spoke, bo doesn't bother to look at din.

"Not all Mandalorians are bounty hunters. Some of us serve a higher purpose" she tells him, making you scoff quietly and look away from them, arms crossed across your chest, eye's focused on your shoes. After that you zooned her out, not really caring what she had to say, you wasn't her biggest fan after all, she didn't really make a good first impression.

But when she starts speaking to boba? That's when you really start listening. And at first, although angry, you let her insult slide.

"You are not a Mandalorian"

Not wanting to start a fight with someone din was speaking help from. And then the one you soon discovered to be koska reeves spoke up with a jab.

"I didn’t know sidekicks were allowed to talk"

Making your blood boil, but you bite your tongue and ball your fists up by your side, boba saw you growing angry and that sparked his interest, but din also knew and you could read him like a book, you knew he was pleading you to stay calm, and you honestly tried, but then....

"You are a disgrace to your armor" bo said, while standing up. You instantly scoot closer to boba and the anger was like fire in your eyes as you glared at the red head.

"it belonged to my father" boba spoke, and you remember how he told you the stories of his father jango that one night on his ship, how his eyes would light up fondly at certain memories he told you, that same light turning to a dark look of what one could only describe as grief as he then told that jango was taken from him by the hands of a jedi...you felt sad for boba, wrapping a arm around him, and if it was any other being boba would have chopped their arm off for touching him, but he couldn't deny how nice it felt whenever you held him. Boba grew quite fond of you, that scared him in a way, but he'd be damned if he ever pushed you away, so he embraced the feeling and finds himself falling harder for you each passing day, only hoping you felt the same.

"Don’t you mean your donor?" that hung thick in the air and you couldn't take it anymore. Din noticed that your calm composer had faded into nothing and was replaced by rage.

Pushing past boba you glare at bo-katan and now stand in front of the man, "watch you're tongue bo before I cut it out" you emphasis your threat by retrieving your blade, holding it in your hand casually. Boba smiles beneath the helmet at your words, but din was shaking his head knowing that your threats was never empty.

"this isn't you're place to talk sunshine so why don't you continue being quiet and hiding behind you're Clone friend?" she takes a step closer to you, tempting your patience.

"unless you want you're ass kicked I'd suggest you shut up" you almost growled the words out, your hands twitching to just punch her in the face. You hated the disrespect she was giving boba, he was a tough man, had a tough life ever since his father was taken from him at such a young age, he deserves better then bo-katan and her little friends insults.

"y/n... Not now" din warns in a sad attempt to make you back down. But once bo opens her mouth and let's her words fly out... Din knew there was no way that would happen.

"like you could do anything" she mused while eyeing you. That's what made you throw the first punch with your left hand, the blade you carried still in your right. That made din nervous, he didn't want you to kill the people he was seeking help from. He needed them.

Bo dodged your punch and lands a kick to your leg, almost making you fall but your quick to throw yourself at her and manage to grab both her arms and forcing them behind her back while kicking the backs of her knees causing her to fall, you held the blade against her throat and force her to look at you.

"I do believe you owe my friend an apology" you pant out, having lost your breath during your brawl. Bo glares at you hard, her own pants huffing out from the fight.

"dank farrik y/n! Stop!" din snaps, hand on his blaster making you gap at the man. Boba held his blaster as well but his visor wasn't on you.

"are you seriously going to shoot me?!" you exclaim making him shake his head.

"no but if you haven't noticed there is a blaster held at the back of you're head" he seethes prompting you to peek over your shoulder and spot koska behind you with a blaster. Rolling your eye's you retract your blade from bo's neck and push her forward. She stumbled but soon stands up shooting daggers into your skull. Before you could move past her she punched you in the face making you stumble backwards with a grunt, grabbing your now bleeding nose.

This made boba step forward now, grabbing your arms and ushering closer to din. "I'm sure you can handle the rest by yourself mandalorian, we'll meet at the ship" boba told din before leaving the cantina, hold firm on your upper arm as he practically drags you away.

"you're something else dala, we didn't need you starting a fight" boba tried to scold you, but his amusement was clear as day in his voice.

Scoffing at him you shake your head. "they were disrespecting you, someone needed to put them in their place" you say while your eyes squeezed shut. The pain now slowing creeping up on you, the blood still flowing from your nose.

"that wasn't you're battle to fight, you should have kept you're mouth shut and let me handle it" boba grunts while stopping to look over your nose, it was most likely broken. "does it feel as bad as it looks?" he teased while slowly using his thumb to wipe away the blood, only to have it replaced by more.

"I'd be lying if I said no" you offer him a smile, looking up into his visor void of any signs of those brown eye's.

"well once we're back on the ship I'll fix you up, it's the least I could do after you defended my honor" he muttered and the smirk in his voice was heard. You only smile and start walking, his hold on your arm loosened up, slowly sliding down, past your elbow, fingers covered in leather do to the gloves he wore danced across the skin of your wrist. For a brief moment you thought he'd hold your hand, the thought making your heart flip in a way you've never experienced. But... He drops his hand and instead walks a little bit ahead of you, disappointment setting in deeply in your chest. Perhaps he only saw you as a friend, that thought makes you sigh softly and look at the back of his helmet. Perhaps you was ignorant for thinking a man like him could think more of you then a friend.

Boba wanted to hold your hand through, the mere thought of it appealing to him. But boba fett doesn't hold hands, he doesn't display any sort of affection, especially not publicly like hand holding.

It didn't take long for you both to arrive at his ship, Slave I. Once on the ship your met with Fennec and Cara casually talking amongst each other, both pairs of eyes falling on you and boba. Fennec takes one look at your face and gives boba a lifted brow.

"what happened?" she asks as cara shakes her head, already knowing that you most likely started a fight, you and here having met during a fight against each other along with din actually. She had a smirk and you chuckle at her lowly.

"she couldn't control her temper and feisty nature and it got her a broken nose" boba takes his helmet off and starts looking for his med supplies.

Fennec looks over your nose with a grimace, "it's broken alright. Where's the mandalorian?" she proceeded to ask boba questions as you surprisingly wait patiently for boba to get the med kit.

Finding it he walks back over to you, making you sit on a crate while he kneels in front of you, elbows resting on your knees as he wipes away the blood. The closeness almost made you blush, but you managed to compose yourself.

"he's most likely trying to salvage enough trust from his two friends to help him on his rescue, although this feisty dala here probably stomped that hope out the moment she held a knife to bo-katan's throat" boba explained and now with the helmet off, you could see the proud smile on his face, more like a smirk actually.

"what made you do that?" Cara laughs while cleaning her blaster rifle. Giving you a amused look.

Rolling your eye's you wince when boba starts putting bacta spray on the gash across the bridge of your nose. "they were being rude, so I taught them some manners.... Sort of" you wince again making boba mutter a apology. Cara chuckles and stands up, heading somewhere amongst the ship, Fennec saying something to boba you didn't quite hear as she walks off and out of the hull of the ship as well.

Boba sighs and stands up, adding the bandage to protect your new wound. Then he starts putting away the kit. "you really shouldn't have done that back there princess" he spoke while turning to look at you, arms crossed while leaning against the wall of the ship.

You sigh and start picking at the forming hole in your pants on your knee. You didn't regret what you did, you'd even do it again if it was to ever happen, but you didn't want to look boba in the eye's, you didn't want to see the angry or disappointed look he'd most likely have. So you picked at your pants, "I wasn't just going to sit there and listen to them basically trash talk you boba... You deserve better" you muttered the last part and can't help the little smile that tugs at your lips, you found it quite funny actually, hilarious that you had the upper hand in the fight and almost put her in her place.

"I don't deserve anything" he spoke gruffly. That made you snap your head up to give him a confused look. Eye's taking in every detail and scar on his face, you hated the look in his eye, the sight of self loathing. You stand up quickly and waltz over to the man and ever so cautiously placed a hand on his armored chest.

"you deserve more then what the galaxy has given you boba fett, you deserve a easier life. A damn break for once, from the stories you've told me... I know for sure you deserve only the greatest things in the galaxy. Especially after this" you trail your hand up his chest and ever so gently trace his scar's adorning his face with a look of admiration, a look boba didn't expect to see.

He grasps your wrist and holds your hand against his face. "I've been dealt with some tough obstacles in my life mesh'la, but the galaxy has finally took some pitty on me and gifted me a angel" he whispers gruffly, making sure only your ears heard the sappy words that left his mouth, he'd never live it down if Fennec heard him, she'd tease him up until he finally snapped and either killed her or glued her mouth shut. And have to settle on the last option because he would never kill the woman.

You smile at him, the sight one boba would store away in his mind forever, it was a beautiful sight. "surely you're not talking about me?" you mused, trying to hide the blush but boba saw the slight tent of your cheeks.

"who else would I be talking about?"

"well din is a absolute innocent angel under all that beskar" you joke making boba huff and give you his scowl. "but since you're obviously talking about me -

Boba rolls his eyes at your talking and grabs the back of your head and smashes his lips against yours, making you gasp in surprise but eagerly respond and kiss him back, eye's fluttering close as you cup his jaw now. Chest flush against his as his other hand grasps and squeezes at your hip. You've never felt more intoxicated by anything else in the galaxy then now, the man definitely knew how to kiss, no doubt highly experienced. His lips was chapped but addicting as yours moved against them roughly, his pace he set for the rude interruption of your words, but your not complaining.

That is until he pulls away with a smirk, making you pout up at him. "I don't expect a yes to come after this, but once I help you're mandalorian friend retrieve his kid me and Fennec are going to tatooine... Would you be willing to tag along with me?" he asked lowly, hushed almost as he cradles your face.

"you kiss me like that and expect me to say no? Of course I'm going with you boba, I don't plan on leaving you're side any time soon" you say, gazing up into those brown eye's of his. A smirk tugs at his lips. "who else would defend you're honor?" you add playfully, but a truth was laced in them.

Boba rests his forehead against yours before pulling away. "well then after this little rescue I'll give you enough time to bid you're friends goodbye and we'll make our way to tatooine" he gives you one last peck, it was rare of boba to do so, let his lips gently press against another's with such delicacy, but he liked the feeling of your soft lips in such a way. Almost tempted enough to do it again but you spoke up making him shrug that off for now.

"what are you going to do there?" you ask curiously, catching the smirk on his lips as he hums in thought.

"take what's mine... Perhaps even do what you said, take a little break" he starts walking to the cockpit with you hot on his heels, waiting for din's arrival.

Plopping down in a seat beside him, you lift a curious brow at his words, wondering what it is he'd be taking. But you decide not to pry any more. You'd figure out over time. "do you think bo and her friends will help us?" you stifle a laugh at the memory of the fight.

"if she's smart she'd stay far away from you princess, you had a murderous look in those pretty eye's of yours" he spoke with amusement.

"then she'll help us" you snort at your joke as boba shakes his head. A little blush on your cheeks from his compliment.

"I'm the luckiest man in the galaxy to have found someone like you, my feisty dala" he looks over at you from where he sat in the pilot seat.

It didn't take long after that for din to arrive, announcing bo and her friends would help. Later that night you told din that your and his ways would part as your path was wherever boba leads you. Din agreed with your decision and even felt happy for you, and after saving Grogu and bidding him goodbye as din allowed Luke to take him... You, Fennec and boba made your way to tatooine, where Boba had taken the throne that once belonged to jabba and Fortuna and given you a home. Your relationship bloomed from there and that's when you knew what you felt for him was love....

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