#then dance around to the final credits then cry at his voice coming in for the end of if i can dream. truly an experience

[septembersghost]

🎵 🎸🌠💖 don't fly away my beautiful bird 💖🌠🎸🎵

(aka pretend EP is actually in this because i was crying too much to get his face at the end, but look!!! my beloveds)

[happy-little-worker]

Ain’t nobody gonna see this but I have theory of the Calamari Inkantation. Splatoon 3 Spoilers.

Okay so I was listening to Wave Goodbye, the Splatoon 3 Credits Song, over and over like a normal person, when at some point I realized when they get to the portion that starts the Calamari Inkantation lyrics, there are non-filtered voices singing. Humans Voices. (Pictured is around the point where that section starts)

Then I thought to myself: What if the Calamari Inkantation originated as a song humans made on Alterna? A song to help them continue despite their world falling around them. Then I started looking into the logs and reflecting on past events with the song and..

Let’s just say Sunken Scroll #23 from Splatoon 1 saying: “Nowadays, this song and dance may as well be carved into the very DNA of all Inklings.” ..might be a tiny bit more literal than expected. Let’s take a look at what we know.

The Calamari Inkantation is a literal incantation. Series of words, or a song in this case, that causes magical effects. It has, in many cases, been known to give strength, physical or otherwise, to those who have been in audible range of it. Ex. Giving Cuttlefish the strength to break out of his restraints and Smallfry to temporarily evolve(?) into Hugefry.

With that said, I believe the “Calamari” part could be from the place it was “founded” in and taken on as a traditional song for. Calamari Country. Which is where Callie and Marie come from. Perhaps the Inklings of the area long ago found the sheet music.

Moving on, the part of this that helps this theory’s case is Alterna Log005: Fresh Intelligence Awakens.

After the liquid crystals that retained decades of humanity’s wishes was absorbed by the squids, octopuses, and other sea creatures that inhabited Alterna’s waters.. it imbued them with fresh impulses that “bore a striking resembling to humanity’s passive desire to return to the Earth’s surface”.

Interesting. The desire to return to the surface was slowly fused into their DNA. You may be thinking “But what does this have to do with the Inkantation?” And that’s exactly where I’m going with this.

So if we are to think.. the Calamari Inkantation was made by the humans on Alterna, perhaps filled lyrically with their wishes.. and the sea creatures absorbed the desire and wishes of humanity to return to the surface through the liquid crystals.. and the Calamari Inkantation gives sea creatures the literal strength to move forward..

And the INKADIA-BORN OCTOLINGS, who were SUFFERING in poor conditions UNDERGROUND in DOMES heard the CALAMARI INKANTATION and suddenly their “SOULS WERE FREED” and THE DESIRE TO RETURN TO THE SURFACE AND THRIVE WAS EVOKED INTO THEM AGAIN?

AFTER YEARS OF LIVING A HARD MILITARISTIC-STYLE LIFE WITH BEING INDUCTED INTO THE ARMY AT A YOUNG AGE, THEY FOUND THE STRENGTH TO LEAVE THEIR ENTIRE OLD LIFE BEHIND? TO RISK IT ALL. EVEN THEIR OWN LIFE. TO JOIN WHAT THEY WERE PRESUMED TO BE THEIR WORST ENEMIES ON THE SURFACE IN HARMONY?

After thinking about all this and rewatching the Octo Expansion Surface Cutscene (from that last GIF), I nearly wanted to CRY. They had never seen the real sky before, the real SUN before. They made it. Not only the Octolings but humanity’s final wishes made it too.

That’s my theory. Perhaps I’m wrong but either way I would love to see what people think. Thanks for reading.

Oh and also, since it named the “Inkantation” that means someone knew of its power... This just in, did the Inklings cheat in the Great Turf War?

But that’s for another day lol

[imtryingbuck]

Is Being In Love Always Painful?

~ gif not mine credit to owner ~

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader, Bucky x Natasha

Summary: Your in love with Bucky but he marries Nat

Word count: 636 shes a shorty

Warnings: Angst, swearing, Nat being a bad friend? Terrible writing as always

A/N: there will be another two parts

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Loving him was easy. But he wasn’t yours to love, no that was for your best friend. You still loved him with every inch of you. 

Why? Because loving James ‘Bucky’ Barnes was easy.

You met him at school, he was your first friend actually. Starting a new school was terrifying especially when you don’t know anyone there. Ms Donovan paired you up with him so he could show you around, he made sure you ate with him and his friends, made sure no one picked on you. He was easy to be friends with.

He took you to prom when Jimmy Holland bailed on you, and that’s when you knew you was in love with him. His smile made your heart skip way too many beats to be normal, he danced and laughed the whole night with you. Prom was amazing just because of him.

You went to different colleges and even with the distance you still kept in touch, seeing each other twice a month, three times if you were really lucky.

Natasha became your best friend straight away since you both shared a dorm and you were into the same things. Nat knew of your feelings for Bucky so one day she told you to go and tell him, she even paid for the bus tickets. You stood there outside Bucky’s dorm going over your words that you selected carefully for the umpteenth time. You were both surprised, him being that you were there and you being that he had a pretty brunette standing behind him and him introducing her to you as his girlfriend. You left shortly after with some lame excuse that he either believed or simply didn’t care.

You went back to Nat and cried.

With graduation four months away, you finally introduced Nat and Bucky to each other and honestly didn’t think anything of it since Nat knew of your feelings.

A few weeks later Nat walked in to the kitchen as you was making dinner, shuffling back and forth. “Y/N umm I need to ask you something” Her voice was small which was something it never was. Giving her a nod she continued “so um Bucky asked me out on a date and I said yes, I just really like him and since he’s your best friend I wanted to know if that’s oka- shit are you okay?” You sliced your finger with the knife which hurt but not compared to the pain in your heart. But you couldn’t say anything, so you nodded. The night of their date, you cried and after their date you slept with headphones on just so you didn’t have to listen to them having sex.

It’s been three years since graduation and you were in the jewellers with Bucky. To get an engagement ring. He’s going to propose to Nat.

You were there when she squealed with joy, nodding so fast you thought her head was going to come off.

You said yes to being her maid of honour, you did everything for her. Helped plan the perfect wedding for your best friend and the man you were madly in love with.

You stood there watching Bucky cry as he watched Nat walk down the aisle towards him.

You watched as they exchanged vows.

You stood in the corner of the hall and watched them have their first dance as husband and wife.

You did it all with a smile on your face even with your heart breaking. 

Long after the newlyweds and guests left you was still in the hall cleaning up. Steve was supposed to help but you waved him off telling him to enjoy his night with Peggy. All alone in the room you let the tears fall.

Loving Bucky was so easy but also extremely painful.

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[midnightdevotion]

Shattered

Part 4 of the Safe Series

Rooster x reader

Not ready to end it here though so there will be more parts of their relationship evolving and them in future based settings :)

Warnings: This story features domestic violence, please do not read if that triggers you, mention of injuries, Swearing? mentions of not eating/sleeping (PLEASE EAT AND DRINK YOUR WATER) Hangman being a soft good friend to rooster. there's fluff in this one too.

a/n: ummm this came out of me like word vomit, fingers typing so fast it was insane. if there's mistakes which there probably will be just let me know. SORRY FOR THE ANGST

It's been 8 days. 192 hours. 11,520 minutes. The doctors have stopped giving you the medication that induces the coma, you still haven't woken up. The brain swelling went down after the fourth day, you went off the medication officially on the 7th day.

Rooster hasn't left your side, he uses the shower in your hospital room and eats shitty hospital food or whatever the dagger team brings him. Mav has told him not to come to work, to take all the time he needs but he doesn't know how to tell Mav all he needs is you.

He hardly sleeps. He almost hears your joking voice calling the bags under his eyes designer. Every time he shuts his eyes, he sees you, laying on the ground lifeless. He see's the way your eyes lose their sparkle and they flutter shut. He see's the blood that pools around you, oh god so much blood. He hears someone walk in, but he doesn't bother to lift his head.

"Bradley, I brought you some food" it's Phoenix. He swallows hard, knowing they are worried about him but god his stomach feels like a rock. How is he supposed to eat when you're not okay. How is he supposed to sleep, shower, breathe, like you aren't in here fighting for your life.

When he doesn't make a move to grab the food, staying hunched over your hospital bed, gripping your hand like a lifeline. To be fair, in his mind if he lets go he might drown. In the silence, in the nothingness that he feels, in the chaos of his mind.

"Roos you gotta eat, you know she'd want you to eat" He knows that, of course he knows that. In the few weeks you were basically living with him, you'd get up and make him breakfast. Teasing him that a granola bar and protein shake was not breakfast.

Maverick tried to get him to go home to sleep the first few nights, but he couldn't. Not when he'd walk in and be reminded of you humming melodies while cooking, or crying at the sad part of a show you were making him watch with you. Not when he'd walk in and smell that candle you loved to burn, or hear your laughter echoing in his head as he thinks of the night he made you dance with him to the end credit song of some cheesy movie.

He snaps out of it when he feels Phoenix shake his shoulder, the emotions of it all still thick in his throat. He finally glances up at her, and he sees the worry in her eyes. He doesn't want his team to be worried about him, but he can't go on like things are normal. Like his heart isn't shattered around him.

"when's the last time you slept" and it's a good question really, he's not even 100% sure. He can feel his eyes are dry and most likely bloodshot, but he can't find it in him to care.

"I uh- yesterday I think" they both know he's lying, it's been closer to three days ago that he last slept. Thankfully Phoenix doesn't say anything about his obvious lie.

She just puts his food in front of him, on a little tray the sweet nurse brought in. He knows Phoenix well enough to know she won't be leaving until he finishes the food. It doesn't bother him, he does feel bad that they clearly need to babysit him, but he's so grateful to have people in his life like this.

He can't help but wonder how his mom went through this, all alone, with no hope that her husband would be okay. That thought startles him a little bit, because yeah clearly you two were headed down a path of love, but he thinks he might be farther down the path than he thought. He looks over at Phoenix, dropping your hand to pick up his sandwich.

"Phoenix I can't lose her"

"You won't" Her tone is confident, and leaves no room for what ifs.

"I-I think I'm in love with her" If it were any other time Phoenix would respond with a resounding 'no shit' but he's fragile enough right now so she's gentle.

"I know you do- and you will get to tell her rooster" she adds the last part because she knows, she knows that he's so worried he's gonna lose her before she was ever even his to lose. She's relieved when she sees him finally take a damn bite.

His chewing is slow, methodical almost. He hasn't had it in him to ask if the piece of shit that did this to you is getting what he deserves. He's talked to the cops, not that he remembers his conversation with them.

"Is he... he can't touch her again" his voice is so rough and gravelly, mostly from not using his voice much over the last week.

"No Bradley, never again. He's going away for attempted murder, assault of Serviceman, stalking, Harassment and several counts of domestic violence. He won't ever see the light of day again." Her response should make him feel relieved, but if he's 100% honest with himself, he wishes the man was dead.

He wishes it for multiple reasons, so you wouldn't have to live in any fear, if he's dead he can never touch you again. He wishes it because it's not fair, you're here struggling to live, not waking up and he's alive. It almost scares Bradley, he's never been an overly violent man, but here he is wishing he could've killed someone.

He finishes the sandwich before Phoenix speaks again.

"I spoke with the doctors, they were saying she should be waking up soon.."

"I hope so" His voice is just a whisper. He's never felt so desperate, not when his papers got pulled, not when he was in the back of that plane with maverick seconds away from death, but here he is, desperate to the point his leg doesn't stop shaking, his hands tremble and he can't sleep.

All he wants is for you to open your eyes, to see the beautiful sparkle shine back at him. To see your smile and hear your laugh echo not only in his memories but out loud where it's tangible.

He wants to walk into the living room and see you passed out on the couch, or your tired eyes and sleepy smile when you insist on waking up with him. He wants it all, he wants all of you. It scares the shit out of him.

Natasha sticks around for another hour, before making her way out. He knows it'll be a few hours before Jake shows up. Every evening like clock work at 7:00 pm the cocky blonde walks through that door. With dinner, sometimes home cooked, sometimes take out, but every night without fail.

He presses the back of your hand to his forehead. His daily ritual of talking to you, hoping eventually you will wake up and respond.

"Please darling... you gotta wake up soon. I-I can't stand seeing you like this, lifeless, when you and I both know you're the most lively person. Hell sweetheart you always make me feel alive, more than anything i've ever done."

"You gotta be okay, you-you're a fighter and you're so so strong baby girl. I need you to be strong for me." he talks to you like you're a god he's praying too. In his eyes, you are godly. The way you got through this and didn't lose your softness, the way you still shine like the goddamn sun. His sun.

"I-I love you sunshine... you can't leave me before I get to tell you that" His eyes feeling too heavy to keep going, drift shut. Finally getting at least some semblance of sleep after three days.

He's startled awake by none other than Jake 'Hangman' Seresin. That man is anything but subtle. Tonight he brought the broken aviator some pizza, figuring it's a hell of a comfort food. Jake would never admit it, but he's spent time researching the best comfort foods, and has been making his way down the list.

Tonight, He places two little blue pills down next to his food. When Rooster looks at them and then up at Jake, he sees how worried even hangman is for him. The thought kind of grosses him out, he never thought he'd see the day the smug pilot was well, anything but smug.

"Sleeping pills, you're taking them" and there's no room for argument, not that rooster wants to argue. He's desperate for sleep, his headache that's lasted two days is getting a bit unbearable at this point.

So he nods, and he takes the pills and then continues eating. The most he's eaten all week, which makes it sound like a lot but 3 pieces of pizza and a breadstick is pretty small considering the normal portions he eats.

Hangman stays, eating the rest of the pizza, until Rooster falls asleep. Hoping the pills give his friend some semblance of peace. He researched what sleeping pills to get too, and these ones are supposed to have the least dream activity. He can't help but leave with some parting words to you.

"c'mon already, he's gonna waste away" and he walks out of the room, knowing Maverick will be back in the morning with breakfast.

You could hear everything. The entire week, hearing roosters cries, hearing him beg and plead and talk to you. None of it was easy, but hearing him say he loved you, when you couldn't even respond. Torture. At the beginning of the week, you weren't sure what was happening, too weak to fully comprehend. Then you heard the word 'induced coma' and it started to make more sense.

You'd heard stories of people in coma's being able to hear the people around them but you never knew it was true and it would happen to you. All you wanted to do was wake up and kiss the man who wasn't left your side for more than 10 minutes at a time usually when people forced him to get up and shower, or go for a quick walk. You were so so thankful that they were taking care of him like this. You were also going to give him a stern talking to. He wasn't taking care of himself and that just would not fly.

Slowly though, you were more and more aware, the fogginess going away ever so slowly. Until it finally happened. Your finger twitches, and you wiggled your toes.

It felt like an eternity before your eyelids fluttered open. It was about two in the morning, and you had no interest of calling in a doctor to check on you, not yet. They could do it in the morning. You still felt sore and tender just about everywhere, but when you looked at the curly haired pilot on your lap you didn't care.

You let him sleep, softly playing with his hair. God you missed him so much. Content you just let him sleep on your lap, despite the uncomfortable way his back looked. You knew if you woke him, he would refuse to go back to sleep.

It was around 6 in the morning when Maverick walked through the hospital door. You couldn't help the laugh that escaped you when you saw the surprise on his face. Wincing as your bruised ribs jostled with the laugh.

"Well you're certainly not who I was expecting to be the awake one" his voice is teasing but you can see the smile in his eyes.

"god it took way too long to wake up" he raised his eyebrow at this, because how could you possible know. You explained to him that you heard everything, and all you wanted was to wake back up.

"He's been a shell of a person without you" your eyes tear up a bit, because you know, and it's all your fault.

"i-i know... I'm so sorry" and you're shocked by what maverick says next.

"don't be, that's the abuse talking. I'm just telling you that he needs you, and it's a good thing. Bradley deserves to have someone that fills him up with love and joy and everything else, just please don't willingly leave him empty" The tears are streaming down your face, and you admire maverick so much, he clearly loves Bradley like a son and only wants the best for him.

Rooster starts to stir, and you thank maverick for everything he's done, for Bradley and for you. He just grins, and waves you off, but you know it means a lot to him based on the watery look of his eyes.

"make sure he eats, and we will all be back later to see you" he squeezes your free hand before leaving you two to talk.

It takes a few more minutes for rooster to fully wake up, he groans and rubs his eyes, glad his headache is gone but not ready to face another day with out you.

"morning handsome" and his heart freezes, stalls out, can he breathe? You see the look on his face, as he slowly turns to you, eyes meeting yours and you give him a gentle smile.

"Oh my god" it's a small mutter, barely heard over your heart monitor. you squeeze his hand lightly, and he springs into action.

"oh my god oh my god. Nurse! Doctor! she's awake!" you can't help the laugh that leaves you, he's so frantically sticking his head out the door. A nurse rushes in, and when she gathers that it's just you have woken up she grins.

"you know this man here hasn't left your side, definitely a keeper" she whispers to you when she does a quick check of your injuries, mostly to appease the pilot. Said pilot is watching, standing by the door arms folded and eyebrows raised so high you'd think you're in trouble.

You were correct.

"What the actual hell were you thinking!! Goin outside like that ALONE when you know he was after you!!" it makes your heart feel light and airy.

"Oh uh-uh Lieutenant you didn't sleep for like three days, let alone you hardly ate or took care of yourself at all!" You watch him freeze, a sheepish smile taking over his face.

"who told you that" It's a mumble, like he's embarrassed he got caught.

"nobody, I could hear everything roos" Realization dawns on his face and it changes to panic after about ten.

"e-everything?" you can't help the smile that graces your face.

"You can tell me now" it's cheeky and you know it but the way his cheeks turn red and he swallows hard has you so so happy.

"well I wanted to do it in a more romantic setting, but I love you sunshine" and yeah okay you heard him in your coma, but seeing his eyes soft and cheeks pink with the tiniest of smiles makes your heart stop.

"I love you too roos" he moves delicately closer, still so aware of your injuries and you're pretty sure he's gonna treat you like you're made of porcelain now.

He brings a kiss down onto your lips, but he's gone as quick as he was there. He laughs at the shock on your face and shakes his head.

"sorry honey but you're injured so no getting frisky with me" You roll your eyes, a smile on your face. You know recovery is going to be a long journey, mentally and physically, but with Bradley holding your hand, you can do anything.

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[plentyoffandoms]

Wheeler Yuta x f/Reader (18+)

Warnings: Some swearing. Descriptive sexual acts. Slow burn, naive reader as she was sheltered. Loss of Virginity. Unprotected sex. Remember to wear protection. Minors do not read.

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

Gifs and photos do not belong to me. Title Photo I got from @allelitewrestlings and they credit: @nkbdpt on instagram

This is over 3000 words. My counter stopped counting for some reason.

Was going to be one part, but got too long.

Main Masterlist ♡ AEW Masterlist ♡ Wheeler Yuta Masterlist ♡ Alternate Universe Masterlist

Summary: Wheeler Yuta is a Pirate aboard the infamous Pirate Ship called the Broken Soul. f/Reader is niece of the King. While visiting family in Port Royal, the port is attacked & f/Reader is taken prisoner.

YN'S POV:

My arm felt like it was going to be ripped out of its' socket at any moment as I am practically being pulled behind the man who is trying to save me.

I knew deep down it that I wasn't going to get out of here alive. The guards that I am with are only concerned with getting themselves to safety.

This is not how this night was supposed to go. I came to Port Royal only a week ago to visit my cousin Charles and his new bride, Cicilia.

I wasn't there for their wedding since by the time we got the notice that there was a wedding to be taken place, it already happened, but I was able to convince my Father to allow me to visit his nephew and new bride.

He agreed as he believes that we should always show face, even more so to our family. He is all about his public image. I mean he has to be with being brother-in-law to the King of England.

My Father never wants to step on the toes of my Uncle as my Uncle pays for everything for us.

"Anything for my sister's beautiful daughter." He would always say to me and then he would get sad as he thought about his sister.

My mother passed away two years ago suddenly and it broke not only my Father's heart, but my Uncle's as well. The both of them haven't been the same since.

"Will you move faster?" The guard scowled at me as he looked back at me quickly and then faced forward once more.

"I am going as fast as I can in this ridiculous dress." I told him. Royal fashion is a nuisance in my opinion but I have no say in my choice of clothing. I get handed a box and then the maids squeeze me into the new dress.

He was about to say something else, when we came to a sudden stop. I almost crashed into his back but I was able to catch my footing. I heard the sound of a gun cocking. Before I could even take a peak over the guards shoulder, I heard the sound of a very familiar voice.

"If I was you son, I would put down that sword before you get hurt."

No, it can't be.

I finally saw the man who I was only just dancing with less than an hour ago, Lord William Regal.

The Guard put up a good front and raised his sword higher, but he was shot and killed only a moment later. I felt the blood splatter across my face and chest.

My whole body was trembling with fear as I had tears streaming down my face. I looked around and saw that I was alone and there was no one that was coming to my rescue.

"Now my dear, no need to cry. I am not going to hurt you." The Lord said as he walked towards me. He brought his hand up to wipe away the blood from my face but I flinched. I took a step back and he took a step forward.

This little game happened until I bumped into the hard chest of someone, who wrapped their arms tightly around my body.

I tried to elbow them in the stomach but they were hanging on to me tightly. "Cover her mouth and eyes." A gruff voice said to the right of me and then there was total darkness as my eyes were covered.

~

I was being carried over someone's shoulder, with my wrists and ankles also tied together. I was wiggling around, hoping that he would drop me, but all the man did was slap my behind and that had me gasping behind the cloth covering my mouth.

"If you don't stop moving, I'm gonna put a bullet in that pretty little head of yours." A new voice said. It wasn't the same as other ones I have heard so far. It had a slight accent to it, but one I have not heard yet.

That had me go still as I did not wish to be killed. It didn't take long to get to where we needed to be, but I knew we were boarding a ship. I could hear the waves hitting the rocks and smell the salty air.

I started to cry once more as I just knew I will end up at the bottom of the ocean after they get what they want from me.

"Put her in the brig and Wheeler, you watch her."

"Yes Captain."

Next thing I knew, I was practically dropped to the floor, crying out in pain. "You gonna be okay there Princess?"

"I'll be fine." Was my muffled response.

"Okay." Came their response and they walked away, their footsteps getting fainter and fainter.

I felt a hand on my head and I flinched away. "Keep still there Princess. I am just trying to take off your blindfold."

The voice for some reason had a calming effect on me and I didn't move as he untied the blindfold.

Once that came off, I had to blink a few times to get used to the light from the latern that was hanging in the corner.

I got a good look at the man, Wheeler as he was called. What a strange and peculiar name, perhaps a nickname?

I reached up with my still bound hands and pulled the cloth down that was in my mouth.

"I am not a Princess." Was my reply and he just smirked at me. "Doesn't matter what your title is, you are the niece to the King, so therefore you are a Princess to us."

I wasn't a Princess, my Uncle never gave my Father a title, so therefore I am not a Princess, but I am not going to argue with someone about such a silly topic.

"Why was I taken?" I asked him.

"You shall see soon Princess."

"Please call me YN. I prefer to be called by my name."

"I do not care what you wish to be called." Wheeler said to me, crossing his arms across his chest. I looked away from him as I couldn't stare at him.

Not because I was scared, no that isn't the reason, but because I could feel myself finding him oddly attractive.

There was no more words spoken between the two of us. He went to sitting on the stool in the corner on the opposite side of the room and I sat in the other corner, crying myself to sleep until I had no more tears left to spill.

~

I was woken up by someone nudging me with their dirty foot. "Wake up! The Captain wants to speak to you." I looked up and saw a new man standing there. I looked to the corner to see if Wheeler was still there and he wasn't.

"Get up." The man demanded once more.

"I can't. My ankles are still tied together or did you not notice?" My eyes got real wide when I heard myself say that. The man moved so fast, that I didn't even have a chance to do anything.

He hand was around my throat, gripping it. I am gasping for air as he applied pressure. I felt like I was going to black out and then I heard someone say something and he let go of my throat.

"Stop playing around Claudio and lets' go. The Captain is waiting."

"Shut up Jon." The two men started to bicker as I was gasping for air.

Claudio stood and picked me up and placed me over his shoulder and we followed Jon to where the Captain is.

"There she is. Claudio sit her down." I was placed none too gently in a chair. The man gave me one last dirty look and walked out of the room.

"You can leave us too Jon. I am sure that Lady YN and I will be just fine."

"Yes Captain." and the door was closed behind him.

I looked at the man who I knew was Lord William Regal. Last night was not the first time I met him. I met twice before but I had no idea he was a Pirate.

"Did they not untie you? Those men have no idea how to treat a Lady. Wheeler!" The door opened and closed once more and I looked to see the same man from last night standing next to me.

I finally got a good look at him. He had dark black hair, and what looked to be kind eyes, but I knew those eyes have seen and done things that I could only imagine.

"Untie her please. She is not going to cause us any harm."

Wheeler pulled a knife from his belt and I held my hands out to him. He gently gripped my hands and cut through the cloth with ease.

He then got down on one knee and without even asking me, he lifted the layers of my skirt and cut through the cloth that tied around my ankles.

I muttered "thank you" to him as he stood. He gave me a small smile and I couldn't help but return it.

"That is all Wheeler. Thank you." The Captain's voice had me looking at him now and he was looking between Wheeler and myself with an amused smile on his face.

"Eat Lady YN, you must be starving. I know you did not get a chance to eat at last night's feast." I finally noticed all the food that is on the table. My stomach was grumbling but I did not touch the food, having no idea if it is has been tampered with.

"You can eat it, nothing will happen to you. Pick an item and give it to me to eat." I handed him some dried fruit and he winked at me as he popped it in his mouth and chewed. I waited for something to happen but nothing did.

Once I knew I was safe to eat, I dived in and started to eat in such a manner that my own Father would be appalled, but at this moment, I do not care.

"Now you maybe wondering why we have taken you. Now listen and listen closely because this all depends on you my dear Lady." A serious look came across his face.

I listened as he explained I am being held for ransom and that I will be providing the hair pin that my Uncle gave me to add to the ransom note.

"When we dock at the next Port, that is when we will send the letters to both your Father and Uncle. I am sure that both of them will be willing to pay the amounts that will each be asked for."

I had tears that are threatening to fall now. My Father doesn't have much money. He has gambled away most of his inheritance.

That is why he agreed with me going to Port Royal. He wanted me to ask his brother for more money.

When I did ask, my Uncle just laughed in my face. "It is not my problem with what your Father has done with his inheritance my dear niece. He is lucky that the King has not found out."

"Now no need to cry my Lady, no harm will come to you." The Captain said. I am certain his name isn't William Regal.

I didn't say anything as if I told him the truth that may just make him angry and I have no idea what he or his men will do not to me.

~

Days turned in to weeks and we finally docked at a Port. The ship was running out of food and other necessities.

But I will say over the last few weeks, I have spent most of my time with the one they call Wheeler, who later told me his name was Paul. He is the one who gets the task of watching me the most.

"Paul, do you think it is possible for some water to clean myself?" I asked for the umpteenth time. Every time I ask, the Captain says no.

Paul sighed and said he will try once more.

Wheeler Yuta's POV:

The Captain finally agreed to me bringing her some water to clean herself. I had Bryan help me bring down the biggest basin we have before he and the others left to do what they needed to do.

I put it in the corner of the brig and I had to hide the smile that threatened to show when I heard the happy squeal from her lips.

"It is too hot for a fire, so you will just have to make due YN."

"That is perfectly fine Paul. Thank you once again. When I see the Captain next I must thank him as well."

I turned around the give her a bit of privacy but YN called for me only a few moments later.

"Paul, I need help with the back." I looked down as I walked towards her. YN turned around and I moved her hair to the side. I heard her breath hitch slightly but I tried not to think about that.

A man touching her she is no way used too. From what I know of the King's niece, is that she was very sheltered. So any man even touching her would be a shock to her.

"Thank you Paul." She softly said.

I couldn't stop myself as I leaned in to whisper in her ear, "Anything for you my Lady." I heard her let out a shaky breath as I turned back around, trying to keep myself under control.

I heard her heavy dress fall onto the floor and she got into the bath. I did not wait for her to give the okay as I turned around to look at her.

"I won't be far YN." I sat on my usual stool and watched as she cleaned herself. I didn't even realise I was palming myself through my pants until she asked me what I was doing.

"Nothing."

"You sounded like you were in pain Paul." I closed my eyes at the sound of her concerned voice. I opened them again and she was staring right at me, well at my lap.

"I guess no one told you about masturbing huh?" I felt myself twitch as she shook her head no.

"What is that?"

"It is when one touches themselves to relieve some tension. Have you ever done that?"

"Touch themselves where?" Was her innocent question. She had her arms crossed on the edge of the basin and she was resting her chin atop of them. The innocent expression on her beautiful face had me feeling weak.

"Why don't I show you?" I stood and I slowly walked towards her. "Are you okay if I join you?"

"Yes." My clothes landed on a heap next to hers. She moved forward a bit but there still wasn't enough space as I slid in behind her.

She squealed as I wrapped my arms around her naked waist and had her sit in my lap. I groaned as her ass was resting on my cock.

"Lean back against me YN and just trust me." She did what I asked surprisingly.

I moved my hands from her waist and moved her hair to the side with one. I placed my lips on her neck and gave her a kiss there. With my other hand, I was rubbing her stomach as I worked my up to her breasts.

I started to kiss up and down the column of her neck. I smiled against her skin as YN gasped when I cupped her breasts with both my hands and started to play with them.

"You have such a beautiful body my Lady. It has haunted my dreams for weeks now."

YN's eyes were closed as she enjoyed the sensation of my hands on her body.

I kept my focus on her when I finally moved my hand and slid my hand down her body. Her mouth fell open in a moan and her eyes opened when my fingers found what I was looking for.

I inserted one finger into her pussy and I swore under my breath at how tight she was.

"Paul.."

"Shhh, I got you YN." I whispered into her ear and then I started to kiss and suck at that one spot behind her ear.

I inserted another finger to stretch her out even more. "This is what I mean when I say about touching yourself." I slowly started to move my fingers in and out of her.

Her head was flung back against my shoulder and she was looking up at me, letting out little pants and gasps of air as she experienced all new pleasure for the first time.

"Paul, I feel funny...Like I have to go to the bathroom." She said between each moan and squeal. "You're about to cum YN. Don't hold back. Just relax and let go."

I covered her mouth with mine just in time as she squeezed my fingers with her pussy as she came. She groaned into my mouth as I kissed her for the first time.

Her lower body was shaking slightly as she finally got to experience an orgasm for the first time.

"What about you Paul?" YN asked me as she finally came down from her high.

"Don't worry about me love, I'll be alright." I knew I didn't have much time. The others will be back soon.

YN stood and I groaned loudly at her body dripping with water. She placed her hands on her hips and she scowled at me.

"You helped me, now I want to help you." My cock twitched at the thought of all the different ways she could help me.

"We don't have much time there Princess."

"I asked you not to call me that."

"Yeah, well I like calling you it." I was honest with her.

"Please Paul, I want to help you." I almost said fuck it and pulled her into my lap but then I heard the loud footsteps as the crew boarded the ship.

Part 2 coming soon

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[strangerquinns]

A little something about you and dylan trying to soothe your crying baby back to sleep?

Dylan O'Brien x Female Reader

dilf!obrien

new baby = little sleep between you and dylan

you can't tell me that .gif isn't daddy, dilf dylan

Your body seemed to shock awake the moment your daughter's shrill cries came through the baby monitor. From beside you, Dylan did the same with a small gasp coming from his lips. The both of you sank back into the mattress beneath you, feeling like you'd only fallen asleep for a few seconds.

"I'll get her," You groaned, your voice heavy with the need for sleep.

"You got up with her for a feeding," Dylan spoke already slowly moving to sit up "I'll get up."

"Maybe...if we double team...she'll fall asleep." You followed behind your husband, a loud yawn sounding at the end of your sentence.

Your baby girl cried and scream for the two of you as you both shuffled your way down the short hallway towards her nursery. She was now in the staged of starting to sleep in her own crib and it seemed you all took a step back with the sleeping schedule. Sleeping through the night was now far and few between in the O'Brien household.

At your feet, Tony followed behind the both of you as he too heard the smallest and youngest O'Brien crying. In the months since she'd come home from the hospital, Tony became her little protector pup.

Dylan got to her first, bending down into her crib and gently picking her up from her crib, and pulling her into his chest. She calmed slightly once she realized that she was in Dylan's arm...but it wasn't much.

"She doesn't have a full diaper," Dylan spoke, beginning the bouncing dance to try and calm her down.

You walked up beside Dylan with her passey in your hands and help guide it into her mouth. She took to it for a moment before spitting it out and beginning to fuss again.

"If you can't calm her I don't know what else we can do," You whimpered the sleep deprivation starting to get to you. "She's daddy's little girl...you always get her calmed."

"Yes. But your momma and she loves you just as much," Dylan spoke, rubbing her back as your little girl nuzzled into her father's neck.

For the next few hours, the two of you seemed to be doing a little dance with her as you tried to get her down for the night. When Dylan wasn't walking around with her soothing her, you switched off and tried for a bit. You even stepped out into the cool California night to see if that would calm her down a little. And it did. Only for a few moments.

Twenty minutes after getting her down your daughter let the power of her lungs fill the silent home once again.

You were up first this time and sat down in bed beside Dylan to try and feed her again.

"What if we put on that movie that she likes? With the music?" Dylan asked from beside you with her resting in your arms, taking to another feeding. "Maybe that with a little food will get her to finally fall asleep?"

"I'm willing to try anything right now?" You spoke, head tilted back and eyes closed as you sat up in bed.

Dylan worked quickly to turn on the tv and quickly moved to turn on the movie that seemed to be on repeat in your household. The opening credits to Lilo and Stitch began to play as you moved to burp your daughter. You two didn't know what it was about this movie - if it was the music or the bright colors on the screen, but it was quickly becoming her favorite to watch.

You propped her up on the pillows between you and Dylan, her brown eyes wide already as she looked towards the television screen. The same brown as her fathers that always seemed to emit so much emotion, even as a little one.

It was only into half the movie that the fight against sleep finally was lost and she fell asleep. You two didn't want to be too victorious too quickly and waited a little longer before finally carrying her back to bed.

"That was genius," You whispered as the two of you headed back to bed, the sleeping baby safely in her crib.

"I just wish it came to mind earlier," Dylan yawned, "Now let's get some sleep momma."

Dylan bent down and kissed your forehead before the two of you crawled back into bed. Thankfully neither of you rose till well into the next morning with a rested few hours of sleep.

[sweetlyocs]

Everything Changed

synopsis: Areum and Minho sit and talk about how their lives are so much different now, and he also bombs a confession  prompt 4 “if you don’t fall asleep right now I’m pushing you off the bed”

note: i have no idea where this was heading but i’m not mad at it tbh... enjoy!

Minho and Areum were gathered in the olders room as the final credits rolled on the movie they had been watching. It was rare that the two friends actually had time to spend with each other. They were always cautious about hanging around each other, despite their close relationship it wasn’t something that they wanted to deal with in the public opinions. Having started their days off with the girl being dragged into his workout routine, she battled with him to visit a cute cafe that she had seen all over her social media - using promises of free food and grovelling to get him to agree.

The dorm where he resided was quiet, a very rare occasion with the boys who lived there but something that they were both thankful for. Picking up her phone, Areum gasped at the sheer number of notifications she had gotten from her girls. Minho let out a laugh as he looked over her shoulder at her phone, “Damn, it’s like they thought you died. Look at this one from Lia,” Clearing his throat he took the phone out of her hands, “Unnie, are you insane? No calls, no response, what if you were dead? What if you got kidnapped! For all we know you could be with some cre- hey!” His tone quickly became offended as he continued reading, causing the girl to snatch her phone back. 

“Serves you right for taking it creeper. Plus you won’t be laughing when I show you the picture that Felix snuck from your doorway when you were crying” Rolling his eyes, he pushed the laptop off the bed and stood stretching his limbs. “But in all seriousness, did you not tell your members that you were coming over?” Shaking her head, she reached her hand out for the discarded water bottle that lay resting on the blanket, “No I did, but I said we were only going to eat and it’s now 11pm at night and I’m not home. They just worry, it’s sweet”

Nodding in understanding, Minho thought to how he would react if it was one of the guys, but at the same time, he doesn’t baby his members as much as Areum. 

Areum watched him as he turned on the lamp, the two had always been close from the moment they met. In a way, causing many straying eyes to focus on them but he was still the same boy she met at the back of that dance class. At least that’s what she told herself. His newly coloured hair kept catching the light, and in his black tee you could really see the outline of his back and shoulders. “If you keep looking at me you’re going to burn a hole through me,” His tone held a smug sound, he leaned back on his desk as he caught her eye. “I’m just thinking…” Her quiet voice made him lift his brow, “About?” 

She just shook her head, not answering him as she laid back down, resting her head on his pillows. He was curious, he had felt her stares before but he never paid attention to them, most of the time it was a passing glance in the halls but it felt different here. Something was on her mind and he could tell by the way she curled herself up that it was troubling her, “Hey,” he spoke in a soft voice, moving slowly towards his bed, “You can tell me. What’s running through your head right now?” “You’ll think I’m being stupid” “Areum, I don’t think that, I know it. But I still wanna hear,”

Turning to his side, Minho was slightly shocked to feel her hug into him. Sure they were touchy, the skinship was comfortable for them but this was a different kind of hold, “You’re different. Everything is… ” Confused, he lifted her into a more comfortable spot on his chest, holding her as he waited for her to continue. 

“ It’s like, we know that time has passed. I mean, ITZY has been together for so long now and the debut of you feels like it was a lifetime ago. And you’re always off doing so many things and you’re so busy and even looking at old photos it's just, changed. Nothing feels the same anymore and I mean, we used to run and hide between dance lessons with cheap snacks from a convenience store and now we hide hanging out in our dorms watching movies after trying to not be spotted at expensive cafes. Like take today for example, we met at a gym where you got me to do this entire workout and when we were stopped I could hear the sound of a camera going, and then all these girls came to approach you and even when we were eating, I could feel the looks at us,” In the midst of her talking, her hand had reached to start playing with a loose thread on his shirt, his hands rubbing circles on her back. Minho had no idea how long this had been building up but he wasn’t going to interrupt her. 

“And when I was looking at you, it made me realise how much time had really changed everything. Like I said, stupid I know,” “Except it’s not. It’s weird sure, but we grew up Areum. We became idols and we got older and it’s just part of our life now. But it’s not all bad, I mean look at how handsome I’ve gotten over time.” He laughed out as she smacked his chest, “You ruined it… “ “I didn’t, I just broke the cloud you were creating. Ari it’s normal to feel like this, sometimes I miss it too but we just have to deal with a lot of these things now. You’re my best friend, and no matter how much time passes, how much life changes, we will still be us. Just different.” 

Nodding she sat up, pulling up her phone to send a message to the girls, “It’s late, I’m going to head home. I have recording tomorrow” 

As she shuffled off the bed, Areum pulled a discarded hoodie off the floor, “Hey, just because we had a moment doesn’t mean you get to steal my clothes” “Of course it does, goodnight sunbae” Dodging a pillow as she made her escape, Areum said a soft night, to the rest of the boys as she passed, promising to message when she got home safe.  

The door to the bedroom opened moments later, a cheshire grin painting the face of the culprit, “Best friend. You said best friend” His laughter filled the room as he pounced on his now sulking team mates bed, “Felix I will smack you,” As he was forced to move over on the bed as he pounced on him, he caught a lingering whiff of her perfume, “Dude, we left you alone the entire time and she pours her heart out to you after literally checking you out and you call her your best friend? Even Jisung isn’t that daft.” “I swear to god, if you’re just going to annoy me… “ “What you going to do? Crush my heart by calling me you’re be-” “I swear if you don’t fall asleep right now I’m pushing you off the bed” Giggling, Felix pulled out his phone sending an update about the situation, “Anyways do you wanna see the photos I took of you two all cuddled up, it’s quite sweet.” “You really need to stop spying on us when we’re together dude,” “So you don’t?” “Oh shut up and show me, I already saw the one you sent to one of her members”

[pahul-lalia]

The last time I saw my moon.

Chand. In Hindi, Chand is the moon, but the moon was no comparison for her beauty. The first time I saw her all the trivial anxieties melted away. The wind blew softly, flowers bloomed and the world was colourful again. The way she swayed like the wind, her sharp eye movements balanced out with their delicate brown colour, the way she carried herself with such grace and elegance, the way her voice held so much power, yet so melodious that the birds would stop chirping and listen to her, whatever she touched seemed to turn to gold, everything about her…

Credit to Sumi, Pinterest

I returned to the palace that day with a smile on my face. I was happy. For the first time in 10 years, I was genuinely happy. I returned to the town the next day, and the next and every day for a month till she finally noticed me. She walked towards me with anger painted all over her face, but once she got close enough to see my royal brooch, she bowed down. I gently placed a hand on her shoulder, signalling for her to get up. We locked eyes and my heart began beating at 100 miles per hour. “Teach me how to dance,” I said. She looked at me with shock painted all over her face. “I’m merely a street dancer your highness…” she replied. I dismissed her self-criticism and ordered her to come to the palace at 9 am every day to teach me to dance. “You’ll get paid of course. 5 gold coins for each lesson.” It was an offer she couldn’t resist.

The next morning I woke up bright and early. I ordered my ladies-in-waiting to prepare the palace for a special guest. I bathed in milk and roses, smiling to myself, thinking about Chand. At 9 am the palace door opened and in walked Chand. Our first dance class was a success. The classes continued for two weeks. Every time her hand touched my skin I felt butterflies jump around in my stomach.

Credit to Ran, Pinterest

I was as happy as one could possibly be. As time went by, Chand began asking my husband about his poetry. He began watching us dance and once again a man had been the cause of my heartache, the same man too. Our marriage was a forced one, how could he ever let me have a choice? Let alone happiness. And just like that… it all vanished. Every time I saw them talking my heart broke piece by piece.

The last time I saw my moon… I opened the palace doors, excited to see Chand but what I saw instead was… bloodshed. My husband stood pointing a sword at Chand, I screamed and ran towards them but I was too slow. He drove the sword through her heart… and mine. She dropped to the ground, but she didn’t scream or cry. I held her and sobbed uncontrollably, desperately praying for a miracle. She smiled one last time and closed her eyes as blood pooled around her.

Credit to Bollywood Instrumental Hits, Spotify

[enhaclub]

the different love languages of enhypen

genre: bf!enhypen x gn!reader, fluff, food mentioned, brief mentions of kissing and cuddling, slight possessiveness

note: this is my first ever writing piece for enhypen. i hope you enjoy reading it and i’m looking forward to making more content for you all in the future.

important — the gifs used are not mine and i give full credits to the rightful owners

yang jungwon — quality time

jungwon is definitely a very clingy boyfriend. not just in the physical affectionate way where he wants to cuddle and kiss you all the time, but he just really enjoys spending time with you. despite his busy schedule as a famous idol, he makes sure that he makes time for you. the smallest and simplest things mean the world to him. even something as brief as grabbing a meal together when you both finally have the time to. of course, not even letting you whine to him about it, he would be the one to pay for the both of your food. he would give you a swift kiss on the lips before having to depart back to the dance studio, asking if you were free that night so he could have a sleepover with you. “we can have a spa day! do face masks and watch one of your favorite movies?” he would definitely spend a lot of his free time between work coming up with things the two of you could do together. he can’t help that he wants to spend every second with you. you’re just so intoxicating to him. he can’t get enough of you.

lee heeseung — physical touch

heeseung gives me such a cuddly and affectionate kind of vibe. this man can not keep his hands off of you. he could have the most stressful day working on his new comeback with the boys and would come home with slightly visible bags under his eyes. despite his desperate need for sleep, all he wanted to do was hold you. his arms would snake around your waist and his nose would nuzzle itself in the crook of your neck. “i really missed you today.” his voice deep and raspy due to how tired he was from his exhausting day working. he would pepper kisses along the base of your neck and hold you in his arms like that for hours. he loved the feeling of your body against his. not even in a sexual or sensual way. he just wants to feel you against him at all times. you would even try to get up out of bed after awhile to use the bathroom. you would end up failing miserably when he tugged you back down in bed, whining at the lack of physical affection. “baby, just stay here with me. please?” you didn’t even mind it either. your favorite place to be was in his arms.

park jongseong — gift giving/receiving

this man just absolutely reeks of gift giving. i can just see jay with a couple of the boys at a high brand fashion store buying himself new shoes or a fancy leather jacket. while out shopping for himself, he would definitely keep his eyes peeled for something that he thinks would look great on you. he’d even go as far as purchasing a pretty gift bag to put it in. some days he’d come back to your apartment with both hands full of gift bags. “angel! i got you something!” as soon as you would open the gift, he’d urge you to try it on for him. if it was a a piece of jewelry, such as a necklace, he’d clasp it around your neck for you. of course, he would leave a soft kiss right under your ear before you turned around to show off what he had picked out. that’s when he would praise how good you looked in something he chose. he knew what fit you best. “see? absolutely beautiful. just as i imagined.” you were just like a dress-up doll for him and he was your own personal stylist.

sim jaeyun — words of affirmation 

jake is the absolute best when it comes to giving you advice. you had a rough day? he would be right at your side. he always knows exactly what to say when you aren’t feeling the greatest. words mean a lot to him and he does a very good job at expressing his feelings this way. he would hold you in his arms with your head laying gently against his chest. you would be crying on him after being overwhelmed with an extremely bad day. “you’re doing such a good job, princess. i know you have so much going on, but you handle it all so well.” he would wipe your tear-stained cheeks and keep you in his embrace for hours. his arms felt like home to you. don’t even get me started on his sweet praises in that breathtaking australian accent? everything about him made you feel weak in the knees. this was one of the many reasons you fell for jake in the first place. he was able to be vulnerable around you. he made you feel sane even in the midst of all of your wild emotions. he made you feel safe.

park sunghoon — acts of service

now i just know sunghoon would be the biggest caretaker in the world. nothing is more important to him than making sure that you felt loved and cared by him. you could be extremely busy with work and come back to your apartment completely spotless. your laundry would be folded neatly on your bed and a fresh hot meal sat at the dinner table. sunghoon would be there to sit and eat with you, making sure to listen in on how your day went. not only would he be doing small things for you when you needed him, but also when you didn’t. sometimes what he would do for you could almost go completely unnoticed. for example, the two of you could be snuggled up against each other watching one of your favorite movies. when he got up to grab himself a snack in the middle of the movie, he’d bring back your favorite snack as well without you even asking him to. sometimes you were so taken aback by these small acts that you didn’t even know how to thank him. “shh, don’t worry about it. eat up, baby. it’s getting to our favorite part.”

kim sunoo — gift giving/receiving

when i think of how sunoo would show his love to you, it would definitely be through giving you gifts. not in the same way as jay where he would buy you something that he feels would look good on you. rather, he would be the kind of boyfriend to buy the both of you matching items. something like matching pajamas, phone cases, keychains and necklaces. he loves to match with you because it makes him feel closer to you. it’s also a bonus when the two of you are out in public wearing obviously matching t-shirts. you would feel slightly embarrassed by it sometimes, but seeing him so happy about it made you subject to him completely. “now everyone will know that you’re mine! don’t we look so cute?” his subtle possessiveness gave you butterflies all over. he would definitely make sure to take lots of cute pictures of the both of you with whatever it was that he bought. he loved showing you off in this way and you loved that he wanted to be that close to you through something as simple as owning matching items.

nishimura riki — quality time

niki is one hundred percent a clingy boyfriend. i can see him being super affectionate and constantly wanting your attention on him. nudging you purposely to earn your gaze when you’re occupied with something other than him. or simply even resting his chin on your shoulder while he towers you from behind to see what was so important to you that you weren’t paying him any mind. “c’mon, baby. hurry up. i want attention.” niki is definitely going to be super whiny. honestly, if he could, he would cling to your waist and go with you literally everywhere. he would definitely want to spend every waking second with you. this man wants to do everything with you. all of the big and small things. brushing your teeth together in the morning or picking an outfit of his for you to wear because you always looked so cute swallowed up in his much-larger clothes. spending time with you is number one on his list. he wouldn’t care if you were both sitting there in complete silence doing absolutely nothing. he would feel so content by just having you in his presence. 

[wannabeschyulersister]

choices

warnings: none

*gif is not mine. credit to owner.*

The connection that you had with Druig was different than the ones you had with the other Eternals.

It was strange to everyone else because you both couldn’t be more different. Druig was this brooding, sarcastic, and sometimes rude person. While you were this energetic, kind and the ultimate people person.

At parties, you were one of the few that was standing in the center laughing and dancing to the music. Druig would be a wallflower. He found enjoyment watching you smile and have the time of your life.

Whenever you all weren’t fighting off the deviants that plagued Earth, you were practically attached at the hip with Druig. He would make you laugh harder than you ever had. It was the simple moments with him that you enjoyed the most. The times were he would read you a story so that you could fall asleep. Or the moments during dinner where he would save you a seat beside him so that you could have a side conversation if needed.

Druig was always looking out for you in battle. He didn’t know how he would be able to function if something happened to you. The thought alone was unbearable to him. He genuinely thought that you’d be by his side forever.

Then, the events of Tenochtitlan occurred.

Everything that you had grown to know seemed to change all at once. Thena had Mahd Wy’ry. Ajak said that the only way to stop her from hurting herself and the others was to erase her memories.

She wouldn’t remember anything and you felt like your heart was shattering into a million pieces.

As everyone stood around waiting for Thena to wake up, you had a million thoughts roaming around in your head. You looked over at Druig and he seemed to be lost in his own mind as well.

When Thena did finally wake, you listened as Ajak explained to her what was going on. You held back the tears as Thena cried. Normally, she was the strong one in the group. You’d never seen her cry before.

Suddenly, Druig surprised you by voicing his concerns. “Why should she trust you? You’re asking her to let you erase who she is.”

“Druig,” Ajak said calmly, “I know you’re upset.”

“Upset?!” He shouted making a few of you jump in shock, “We’ve trusted you for 7,000 years and looks where you’ve gotten us. I’ve watched humans destroy each other when I could stop it all in a heartbeat. Do you know what that does to someone after centuries?”

Druig’s words weren’t a surprise to you. Lately he’d voiced that he wasn’t too sure that he could trust Ajak. You thought that maybe he just needed sometime to himself.

You moved closer to him and placed your hand lightly on his shoulder, “Dru.”

The tension in his body didn’t ease like it normally would’ve with your comforting touch. Druig was finally getting the words off of his chest that plagued him for so long now.

Druig turned away from your touch and looked over the carnage that was below.

“It ends now.” He said before controlling the minds of everyone that had been fighting. They all stopped and faced him.

Ikaris moved to try and stop him and you braced yourself for a fight between them. You had never so much as thought to fight the other eternals but you knew you would defend Druig with all that you had.

“Let him go.” Ajak ordered.

Ikaris looked like he was reluctant to do so but still listened to her.

Druig looked at you. You could see the pain in his eyes. You took a step closer to him and Ikaris grabbed your shoulder. “Don’t.”

You shrugged him off and went to stand in front of the man who unknowingly had your heart.

There were tears in his eyes. Druig looked at you as if it were the last time he’d ever see you again. Honestly, he wasn’t sure what you would do next. He knew how much you loved being around the others. He wouldn’t ask for you to trade your happiness for being with him.

“I have to do this.” Druig said to you.

You nodded, “I know. That’s why I’m coming with you.”

Druig shook his head, “I can’t ask for you to choose, (Y/n).”

“You’re not asking for me to choose. I know what I want to do and I want to be with you.” You said confidently. You knew if you stayed with the other Eternals, your heart would be wherever Druig was.

There was a hint of a smile on Druig’s face. “Are you sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

[earlgreydream]

quiet.

| bucky x reader | fluff |

being saved by the winter soldier

“It’s just in here. I have a dog, her name is Lucy. She’s a little big, but she is very gentle. You don’t need to be afraid of her,” Bucky explained as you followed him up the stairs to his apartment.

You gave a slight nod and his lips turned up. He walked to a red door and put the key in, turning it as the lock clicked.

You’d been saved from a Hydra testing facility that the avengers infiltrated a few weeks ago. Bucky had found you, barely alive, deep in a lab. You’d been chained to an exam table, bruised and hollow.

“It’s okay, you’re safe now. I’m going to get you out of here.” Bucky had promised.

You had been taken to Banner’s lab to recover, Bucky staying with you the entire time. It was like a private hospital, and Banner and his staff took incredible care of you. They’d promised Bucky you were in safe hands, but he didn’t want to leave you.

Even when he got up to grab something, he’d see the fear spark through your eyes as you weakly reached out to him.

You didn’t answer any of the million questions you were suffocated with, opting to silently look away from the doctors and agents. The only thing Bucky had been able to coax out of you was your name, one late night when you couldn’t fall asleep.

“Do you like books? I can read to you.”

Bucky did his best to keep you entertained, and he’d already manage to read you several books from the harry potter series. Peter Parker had insisted everyone in your generation liked them, and he’d considered them a safe bet.

Bucky read you the stories of magic and boarding school and friendship, staying by your bedside and entertaining you. After you finished each book, he convinced Banner to let you use the lab screens to watch the films.

Once you were finally recovered enough to be stable, Bucky had convinced them to let you come stay with him at his apartment in Brooklyn. Stark Tower was cold, huge, and noisy. He thought it would be much better for your recovery to be in a calmer and more cozy environment.

Bucky unlocked the door to his apartment, letting you inside first. You tensed a bit as the large golden retriever waddled up to you.

“It’s alright. Lucy, this is Y/N. She’s our new friends that’s going to be staying here. You gotta protect her too, she’s a little nervous,” Bucky spoke to his dog as if she were a human, amusing you a bit.

Lucy sniffed your hands, and you giggled softly when she licked your fingers.

Bucky had never heard you laugh, and it made his heart soften. The quiet sound was so sweet, and he wanted to be the source of your laughter, and hear it for the rest of his life. 

He gave you a short tour of his home, a small apartment in Brooklyn. It was  cozy and intimate, the warmth a stark contrast to the cold metallics of Banner’s lab where you had spent the last two weeks. 

You followed him to the second bedroom, the walls painted a pale lavender. Bucky set down your bag of clothes and personal items that Nat had provided you with Stark’s credit card. 

“I didn’t know what color you liked, but Wanda said that this color was a safe bet,” he said apologetically, and you nodded, the corners of your lips turning up slightly.

You were slightly nervous when Bucky left you to unpack and settle, but you smiled as Lucy hopped on top of the white duvet cover. You peeked your head out of the door, looking into the living room when you heard music. Bucky laid a vinyl record on the player in the corner, old music floating through the small apartment. 

“I was going to make dinner. Are you up for eating?” 

You nodded, and he lightly touched your hip as he walked by, to the open kitchen. You slipped the clothes into the closet and the drawers, setting the phone and laptop on the little desk in the room before going to join Bucky in the main part of his home. You wrapped in the cashmere blanket that was on the end of the bed, comforted by being swaddled in the soft fabric.

“I got that for you, I thought you’d like it,” Bucky smiled at you, nodding at the blanket. You sat up at the island, across from where he was slicing vegetables. You smiled back at him, and he leaned forward and held out a piece of red pepper to you. 

Your smaller fingers took it from his metal hand, biting into the sweet vegetable he gave you. 

“I thought we could watch the Deathly Hallows tonight, it’s the last one we have left.”

You agreed and ate as much of the salad he made as you could. Before Bucky could get up, you grabbed his bowl and slipped away from the island, doing the dishes for the two of you. Bucky laughed as you spun around with the music, and you reached out your hands, inviting him to dance with you. 

His arm went around your waist, and your fingers slipped in his. His chin rested on top of your head, and you felt his heartbeat thrum against your cheek as you slowly swayed to the music. He quietly sang along to the song from a 40′s artist, a peace settling over the two of you. 

The music stopped as the needle slipped to the middle of the record, and Bucky’s arm tightened around your waist. You hugged him, feeling safe and secure in his arms.

You reached into a bowl and grabbed a piece of chocolate before following him to the couch, where he was turning on your movie. You curled up on the end of the couch, draping your blanket over you. You watched the movie, Bucky’s hand resting on your ankle, his fingertips occasionally moving over your skin. 

His careful touch was welcomed, soothing your remaining nerves from being in the new environment. You jumped when the snake in the movie lunged forward, a soft gasp escaping your lips. 

“Oh, no, it’s alright, doll,” Bucky gently squeezed your ankle. You sat up and moved to lean against his side. He draped his arm over your body, keeping you safe from the magical snake in the movie. 

You dreaded going to bed, and Bucky could sense your nerves. Since you’d been rescued from Hydra, Bucky had slept a few feet from you, holding your hand. 

“Goodnight, Y/N. I’m just in the next room if you need.”

You twisted your hair between your fingers, patting Lucy’s head before crawling into bed. 

After hours of lying awake, your body finally succumbed to exhaustion. Dreams twisted into nightmares, making your heart seize and trapping the oxygen in your lungs. A cold sweat broke out all over your body, and you shot up, gasping for breath as memories of Hydra’s experiments and torture flashed through your mind.

You rubbed your eyes and held your blanket to your chest, trying to fight off the nightmares. The shadows in the corners seemed to move and grab at you like claws, the terror bubbling higher in your throat. You knew you were safe in Bucky’s apartment, but your heart couldn’t quite catch up with your mind. 

Finally, you gave up trying to calm yourself down and you threw yourself out of the bed, running quietly into Bucky’s room. 

“Bucky... Bucky, wake up, please!” you desperately gasped out, hot tears rolling down your face. 

“Y/N, I’m here, it’s okay.” He sat up and moved over on the mattress, making room.

Your voice immediately snapped him out of his sleepy daze, so unused to hearing you speak. 

“I’m sorry,” you hiccuped, and he shook his head, snuggling your body against his under the blankets.You buried your face in his chest, letting him wrap you tightly in his arms. His dog tags were cold against your skin, tears soaking through his thin t-shirt.

“No, it’s okay. Go back to sleep, doll. I promise I’m going to keep you safe.”

Metal fingers combed through your hair as his other hand rubbed your shaking back. Bucky kissed the top of your head, soothing you back to sleep. He understood your fear, only recently freed from Hydra’s nightmares himself. Having you sleeping beside him comforted him as much as you, and he didn’t mind you crawling under his covers at two am. 

Your eyes slowly adjusted to the soft light pouring through white curtains. Bucky was lying next to you, and Lucy was curled up at your feet on the end of the mattress. You were halfway on top of him, your head on his chest and one leg draped between his. His metal arm was around your waist, resting just under the hem of your shirt, tracing small shapes on your skin.

Your head felt heavy from crying the night before, and your arms were weak as you tried to push yourself to sit up. 

“You okay?”

“Fine enough,” you whispered, Lucy’s ears perking up. 

Steel eyes searched your face, and his fingers slid to the small of your back as you sat up over him.

“I love hearing your voice,” Bucky smiled up at you, and you bit your lower lip as you smiled back.

You started giggling as Lucy licked your face, and before Bucky could gently push her off of you, you wrapped your arms around the dog and kissed the side of her furry head. Bucky sat up and pet Lucy before gently cupping your jaw. You looked at him, blushing as he briefly kissed you. 

He pulled back and gauged your reaction, anxiety sweeping over him when your eyes widened.

“Y/N, I’m sorry, I just-”

You leaned forward and kissed him back, your arms wrapping around his neck as you shifted onto his lap. Passion poured through the two of you, and he held you tightly as your lips moved together.

“Don’t be sorry, kiss me again,” you whispered against his lips. He grinned before fulfilling your request, giving you exactly what you wanted. 

[midnight-dreamerness]

Savior

Chapter 2: Finding Strength

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series summary: when your protector returns, he finds you broken and abused and helps you climb out of the darkness

chapter summary: you finally have had enough and you find the strength to escape

pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

warning: mentions of death, acts.mentions of abuse, mentions of self harm

word count: 2.1k

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Quitting the job you love was really hard. After your brother died you got back together with Kade after a short break in the relationship, you moved in with him. You didn’t have the best relationship with your parents, and it only got worse when Danny, your brother, died while overseas.

You walked into the apartment, your head bowed trying to hide the tears threatened to spill down your cheeks. He’s already home, you saw his car in his usual spot in the parking garage when you pulled in. You could also make out the sound of the tv playing in the living room.

You headed towards the bedroom until he called your name, making you turn and slowly make your way into the living room.

“Did you do it?”

There are empty beer bottles everywhere along with a half empty bottle of whiskey sitting on the coffee table. You sighed but nodded nonetheless, playing with the hem of your blouse.

“Good. Start cleaning. This place is a mess.”

And you did what he said, all day. He made you scrub the floor down with a scrubbing brush. You had to clean every inch of the apartment, while picking up the trash he left behind him all day. When night came, you had officially cleaned everything and cooked him dinner. You sat down at the table, ready to eat after not having breakfast or lunch all day.

“What are you doing? You think you deserve to eat? No. You're going to sit there and think about what you did.”

With sad eyes and an ache in your stomach, you didn’t fuss. You didn’t even say a word. You didn’t want him to see you cry so you held it in as much as you could. You hold back sobs, it creates a burning feeling in your chest and throat.

After you got home yesterday, Kade had been enraged. Accused you of cheating, he didn’t even mention you telling Jay about the abuse. It was worse because it was Jay. He knew your background, and how you fell in love with him when you were younger. Last night's memories were fuzzy after that. All you can remember was the agonizing pain and the god awful headache you had after he slammed your head against the kitchen counter. Kade has made you quit your job, you weren’t sure why.

Kade wipes his mouth with a cloth once he’s finished eating. “I try to be nice to you. But you test me. Every single day, you test me.” He stands from his seat at the table, coming closer and closer to you. You look up at him pleading with your eyes.

“Worthless. Pathetic. Get up.”

You do as you're told and stand up. He roughly grabs your arms, dragging you down the hall. You think he’s heading towards the bedroom but he stops at the hallway bathroom. He opens it and tosses me inside.

“This is your new room now. You should get comfortable,” he snarls. You're on the ground now, groaning. He takes the chance and shoves his foot into your chest.

When will it stop! When is enough, enough for him? Why am I not good enough? What did I do that made him so violent?

These things run through your head as he continues his abuse. Pain and suffering, blood and tears are things you have gotten used to.

It’s an hour later when he stops, wiping the sweat from his forehead as he stares down at you in disgust. You look at him weakly and in pain. You're almost positive you need medical attention, but you say nothing.

“Cheating whore,” he spits. With one final look, he’s gone. The sound of the kick in the bathroom door clicking, only making more tears pool in your eyes.

What has my life come to? When did it get this bad? How did I let it get this bad?

The bathroom floor was ice cold, even with a towel laid underneath you, you were still freezing. You know he bumped the temperature down, torturing you even when he wasn’t at home. You twirled the card between your fingers. His name sticking out along with his number.

Deceive Hay Halstead.

You remember fourteen year old you, rushing into your brothers room where he and Jay were playing video games. You remember how excited you were when you told the both of them you got the lead role in your dance group.

“I’m so proud of you,” Jay had exclaimed.

You wondered if he would be proud of you now.

Would he?

There’s so much history between you and Jay, a lot of things your brother never knew about, and now he never will.

It’s been days since you saw him. You can still see his smile and his perfect white teeth as he spoke to you. You can still feel his body against yours from that day he had you against the wall.

You should’ve told him. You're filled with regret. He could’ve helped you get out.

I wouldn’t be in this stupid bathroom if I had agreed to let him help me.

You could’ve called him the day he made you quit your job. You could’ve driven off, anywhere. Somewhere, where Kade couldn’t find you.

Yet, here you are. You have a few - a lot - new bruises that have replaced the old ones. There’s still a harsh pain in your chest and your stomach from not having eaten in days. You know it’s been at least a week.

He comes and goes. Sometimes you can hear giggles pass down the hallway to your shared bedroom. Then…you can hear him pleasing other women in your bed. The ones he would love you on, on good days.

But no…he is with other women while the woman he should be with is withering away down the hall.

You didn’t scream, you should’ve. You know that now. You were scared he would kill you or those girls. You wouldn’t have been able to live with yourself if something happened to them because of you and your stupidity.

So you sucked it up.

It’s been two weeks. Yesterday had to be one of the worst days. You recall the rage burning like fire in his eyes. He was angry, more than usual. Something must’ve happened. Either way, there’s no excuse for what he did.

The cuts along your back sting like hell. You begged him to stop, and it was a mistake. You should’ve let him beat you till it was out of his system for the night. If it’s even possible, he got angrier. He threw you into the bathroom counter, your back crashing into the mirror, causing it to shatter agains you. Your thigh had hit the faucet, creating a huge bruise on the back of it, but nothing hurt worse than the pain in your heart.

“Pathetic slut,” he snapped before walking out, locking the door behind him.

You sit on the floor only a day later, staring at yourself through the glossy flooring. A large shard of glass sat next to you, your eyes wander to it ever so often. It tempts you. Taunts you like a clear voice in your head.

“Do it.” It would say.

Then you would hear the sound of his voice. Familiar, warm, and inviting. Your heart aches. You miss him.

You can see him at the elevator, waiting for it to open while he looks at you.

“You’re strong. Remember that.”

You wonder why you pushed him away. Why you don’t let yourself trust the one man, that still lives, that would never hurt you.

A sob racks through your body as you pick up the large piece of the mirror and throw it across the room. An aggravated scream leaves you as you stand up with trembling legs.

How could I let this happen? Why didn’t I ask for help? The abuse has gone on for three years.

Your throughts were only “why” and “what if’s.”

He’s taken everything from you. Ripped you from your friends, your old life. You didn’t even notice at the time. You just needed someone. You followed him blindly. He told you you only needed him. Nothing - no one else.

I lost myself trying to please him.

You decided you're done letting him win. You're done letting him control your life. Your choices were dying here in this bathroom helplessly, or die trying to get out. You chose the latter.

You searched around the room in a haste, looking for anything to break the doorknob off. Your eyes trained on the top of the toilet. You take it off, arms falling at the weight. You are weak from the two weeks with no food, but you still find it in yourself to raise it over your head and lm it down in the knob.

You weren’t sure the exact time, but Kade would be home soon. So you knew you had to hurry

One hit didn’t seem to do it, so you raise it again and with a grunt, you use all your strength to slam it back down again. Your mouth falls open in surprise when the knob falls to the floor with a loud clanking noise.

It took you a moment, but you dropped the lid and rushed out of the bathroom. You made your way to the home phone, picking it up with shaky hands.

You're hit with a wave of dizziness, but you still dial the number you now know by heart. You were filled with hope when he answered after a couple of rings.

“Halstead.”

“JJ?”

There was a silence on the other end of the phone for a second, but soon he repeats your name.

“I want out. P-Please help me,” you beg, tears streaming down your face as you pathetically spike.

“Address. I need an address.”

The sound of the front door unlocking catches your attention. Your body goes ridged, frozen in place.

Jay repeats your name a couple of times.

“No. No,” you mutter as you begin to back away.

“Hey! What’s going on? I need an address, sweetheart.”

You somehow manage to tell him the address with a, “please hurry,” at the end. You hang up, throwing the phone to the side. You're filled with dread as Kade stumbles into the room, pulling at his tie. You're starting to regret what you just did.

Kade narrows his eyes, ripping his tie from his neck.

“How the hell did you get out?”

He stalks towards you, and although your first instinct is to run, you stay put. You're done taking the abuse.

“I’m done, Kade. We’re done.” You stand your ground, head held high and a new found confidence in your words. He laughs. It’s evil and sickening.

“We’re done? I say when we’re done!” He exclaims, his hand rising and connecting with your face before you had the chance to move. You fall to the floor from the power of the slap. Although you act confident and strong, you're weak. Two weeks without food would be the cause. It didn’t help that you were still in pain from the most recent beating.

You let out a cry as he pulls your hair back with a huff. “When will you learn?” He asked, pulling your head back so you were facing him.

“You look pathetic,” he laughs. You're slapped in the face once more before being dragged towards the kitchen by your throat. You grabbed at him, your instincts kicking in.

“God, your stupid,” he spat, shoving you into the table. Your eyes widen as you feel your skirt, the same one you’ve worn for two weeks now, being pulled around your hips. You felt hopeless now. You only hoped Jay would be here soon.

“At least you're good for something.” You heard him mutter before the sound of his zipper being undone filled your ears. You clamped your legs together and attempted to move, but it was no use. He overpowered you easily. You cried softly as he moved closer and held you down with a deadly grip on your bruised and cut back.

There’s a knock on the door that paused Kade’s actions. He hissed and pulled away, fixing himself.

“Who the hell did you call? Did you call someone?”

The look of fury in his eyes was enough to have you cowering in fear. A scream rips from your throat as he grabs you by your hair again.

“CPD! Open up!” You heard his familiar voice. The same voice you heard as you laid on the bathroom floor.

Kade’s grip on you tightens. “I’m going to kill you, you little bitch.”

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Ever since you moved in and became Bucky's next-door neighbour, he could tell things were going to be different. In the first instance, he could hear you in the corridor, chatting away happily to your other neighbours, offering baked goods. He watched cautiously through the peephole, still having to yet meet you, he merely observed from afar.

When he finally met you, it wasn't the interaction he quite hoped for.

Standing in front of his door with a tray of cookies in hand, you release a shaky breath having heard from your other neighbours that the occupant in apartment 4F wasn't the friendliest. But you would simply have to judge that for yourself, you told them.

"He's a bit of a strange one, dear." Your neighbour, Clarissa in 2F warned you as she accepted the container of muffins you had made that morning. "Doesn't really leave or go out much, I think I've only ever heard him say morning once in the six months he's been here!" Her words echo in the back of your mind as you lift your hand up, knuckles lightly tapping the door.

With wide eyes, Bucky hesitantly walks toward the door and stares straight through the peephole. His breath halters, watching as you stare down at your feet.

Taking a deep breath, Bucky glides his fingers over the several locks across his door and slides through the small gap in the doorway with an attempted smile gracing his lips.

"Hi," You start, now lifting your eyes up toward this mysterious neighbour who is definitely not what you anticipated. "I, I'm Y/n, I moved in next door a week ago," Motioning to your apartment, Bucky forces his eyes to glance across down the hall before averting them back to you, taking in your features up close as you rub your lips together.

"Yeah, I heard you moving in." Bucky comments, internally cringing at his choice of wording. "I mean, I," His words falter at the sound of you chuckling softly to yourself. "can I start again? Is that alright?" He asks, grateful that you nod. "It's nice to meet you, Y/n. I'm James."

"Well, it's lovely to know my other neighbour, James. I, these are for you." Thrusting the tray forward, Bucky pushes his door open further with his foot to accept the tray, forgetting he didn't have his glove on.

Your eyes wander down to see his left arm is entirely metal. "Thanks." He mutters, feeling your eyes burning into his arm.

"I'm sorry," You quickly say, looking up at his face. "it's rude to stare, my Mom would scold me if she were here right now."

Bucky shakes his head, moving his leg to catch the back of the door. "Don't worry 'bout it." He brushes it off, but he notices your eyes wandering around the bland corridor and your lips parting.

"You don't happen to know any good places for dinner 'round here?" You move the conversation on, causing Bucky to raise a brow in response. "I'm kinda new to the area and I was wondering if you knew any good spots." You shrug your shoulders, hoping he couldn't read your mind and know that sentence was a complete lie.

"Erm, yeah." He sheepishly tells you, hearing Doctor Raynor droning in the back of his mind about putting himself out there, and not on those godforsaken dating apps again. "There's a great sushi place I know of."

Your smile brightens at his suggestion, and Bucky can't ignore how his lips rise at the sight. "Great, wanna join me then since you know it so well?" You suggest nonchalantly. "And you can always enjoy those as a dessert afterwards."

Looking down at the tray of warm cookies, Bucky tries to hide the sound of his stomach grumbling against the tray.

"Sure," He reaches into his apartment, grabbing his things including his gloves before following you out. "so, what brings you to Brooklyn?"

*

It's been several months since you moved in next door, and Bucky couldn't be happier that you plucked up the courage to knock that day.

Every week you two hang out, sometimes you join him and Yori for lunch who spends most of the time trying to convince Bucky to ask you out (only to be scolded when you're absent.) Sometimes you'll cook dinner, dance around your apartment and watch movies or wander around the city whilst Bucky tells you old stories; just like normal friends do, right?

It was truly blissful, but there was still so much about each other you had yet to learn.

Running his fingers through his combed hair, Bucky tugs on his blue henley before heading out.

As he locks his front door, he carries out dinner that he promised to make for you tonight.

"Oh, James." Your neighbour in 2F, Clarissa, stands in front of her door with her handbag and walking stick.

"Hi, Clarissa." Bucky forces a small smile, having heard her conversations regarding his past, muttering about having a murderer in the building shouldn't be allowed.

"Heading into Y/n's I take it." She hums, eyeing him carefully as he nods in response. "She should be back later, told me she had to go to the hospital." Waving herself off, Clarissa turns the lock in her doors.

"The hospital?" Bucky speaks up as the containers in his hands begin to slip, his mind going a hundred miles an hour. "Y/n's in the hospital?" Trying not to yell, Bucky steps closer, causing Clarissa to clutch her handbag tightly in front of her chest.

"Yes," Clarissa states calmly, but Bucky notices the keys in her right hand begin to shake.

"Thanks." Bucky mutters, stepping away as he darts back into his own apartment and grabs his coat, barely able to process his thoughts before rushing down the stairwell with nothing but you on his mind.

Reaching the entrance to the hospital, Bucky hands the driver some money without any words being exchanged. Bucky knew he looked like hell; he couldn't focus properly on anything. He had only seen you last night, the two of you in his apartment painting his living room walls, laughing together as you accidentally flicked paint across his cheek.

The reception area was crowded, voices bounced from wall to wall as Bucky strode toward the desk where a woman sat, staring blankly at a screen.

"How can I help?" She asks, briefly glancing up at Bucky before focusing on her screen once more.

Suddenly lost for words, Bucky homes in on a man crying in the waiting area, loudly sobbing into his hands as a nurse stands over him.

"Y/n Y/l/n, I'm looking for Y/n." Bucky forces the words out as the Nurse simply nods whilst typing away, humming a tune to herself.

"Oh okay," The Nurse pauses as her eyes scan over the monitor.

Clutching the edge of the desk, Bucky can hear the plates in his metal arm whirring as his grip tightens, nearly tearing the panel off as the silence becomes insufferable.

"So Y/n is currently in the operating theatre." The nurse tells Bucky nonchalantly, glancing up to see something change in his expression.

"No," Shaking his head, Bucky steps back. "she, I, I we were going to have dinner." It sounds pathetic to him, saying it aloud. But seeing you, having any moment with you made him feel human again, almost normal.

"Yeah, crazy how schedules fall." A heavy sigh leaves the nurses lips, unaware of the cool gaze that is locking in on her.

"Do you know when she'll be-" Before Bucky can finish his sentence, he's caught off guard by someone calling his name from the corridor.

"James?" You chuckle, walking toward him wearing your uniform adorned with your badge.

"Doll?" Bucky stutters, stepping closer as he tries to stop the tears in his eyes from forming. "You, you're okay?" He mumbles, looking you over, keeping his hands on your arms.

"Why wouldn't I be?" You ask, evidently surprised. "Everything okay, James?" Lowering your voice, you peer down to look him in the eyes whilst his head hangs low.

"Clarissa said you were in the hospital." Bucky huffs in annoyance to himself. "I, I didn't put it together," He mumbles. "I forgot that you,"

"That I'm a Doctor?" Holding back the laugh in your throat, you sigh before tugging Bucky closer into your embrace. "I'm okay, James. I'm only sorry you came all this way."

Keeping you in his arms, Bucky doesn't want to let go. Whilst your face rests in the crook of his neck, he allows a few stray tears to fall in relief. "I, I made us dinner." He eventually says, feeling you pull back to look at him, your eyes softening at the trails left on his cheeks.

"Oh, James." Raising your hand, you cup his cheek. "I'll be off work in an hour. I'm so sorry I should've said something or let you know sooner."

Shaking his head, Bucky takes your hand from his cheek and runs his fingers over your knuckles. "Don't worry 'bout it, Y/n. I'm just glad you're safe." He tells you, wishing he could say something else, but for now, that was enough.

"Did you make,- Your eyes light up in excitement, but Bucky cuts you off before you can finish your sentence.

"Yep." Bucky chuckles as you do a little dance. "You're such a dork sometimes, doll."

"Yeah," You admit, slipping your hand from his as you bury them in your pockets. "but would you have me any other way, neighbour?" Raising a brow to him, Bucky shakes his head. "Thought as much."

"I'll keep dinner warm for you." He smiles, hearing the word neighbour circle his thoughts. Yet, for once, Bucky forces his intrusive thoughts aside as his lips brush across your forehead. "Be good, Doc." He can't help but laugh to himself at the sound of your heart beating rapidly whilst externally, you remain cool.

"I'll try my best, Barnes." You salute him, watching as he walks back out of the hospital, knowing he's one step closer to calling you his girl.

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[mattmaesonnatural]

VENOM: LET THERE BE CARNAGE.

but its all spoilers SO READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

LITERALLY CLOSE THIS TAB IF YOU DONT WANT TO BE SPOILED.

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very symbrock POV !!!! (everything is from memory I just got home to write this all down)

- LITERALLY right off the bat, Eddie is walking into the police precinct with detective mulligan. Mulligan says something mean about Eddie and Venom goes to bite his head off. Eddie pulls physically on Venoms tendrils and they fall into the women's bathroom and Eddie locks them in a stall. They start fighting and pushing each other. then arguing. Mulligan is right outside the door. listening. AND there's a women in the next stall. she looks under the panel to see only one set of feet and is very confused by two deep voices pushing each other around in the stall next to her. (VERY SUBTEXT STILL YELLING ABOUT THIS)

- Venom fixing Eddies hair when they go to meet Anne

- Anne knowing that Venom was still with Eddie even though Eddie lied to her face. (Anne: Venom take good care of him) [I think she said this twice in the film]

- Eddie crying (upset about Anne's engagement) Venom is sorry he can't fix a broken heart. Cue Venom being like "its okay we'll take care of you." then fast forward to the next morning (fanfiction gap) and Venom is making Eddie breakfast.

- Venom and Eddie physically fighting about Eddie (wanting peace) and Venom (wanting to be his own person)

- Venom throwing Eddie's stuff out of the windows of the apartment (V: EDDIE YOU NEED TO GO Eddie: THIS IS MY HOUSE)

- Venom leaving and Eddie looking sad before fixing up the trashed apartment.

-Venom entering the rave says "Oh my kind of people" then "Finally free of the Eddie Brock closet"

- Venom at a rave and going up on stage to say Eddie sucks and the crowd cheering (makes a big speech about how everyone should be allowed to live authentically). (follow up right after Venom leaves the stage he slums off to the side and sits down and says defeated and sad "Eddie i wish you could see me now")

- Eddie calling Anne to help him get Venom back (Eddie's getting questioned by the police)

- Venom finds Mrs. Chen and is upset and weak, Mrs. chen holds his "body"

- Anne goes (with Dan) to find Mrs. Chen, only to start talking to Mrs. Chen and realize she is Venom. Anne then flirts with Venom to get him to go with them. (Dan is all IM RIGHT HERE!!!) its cute ngl Venom loves attention.

- Venom taking over Annes body, gets Eddie out of the questioning room. Venom lets anne have her body back, but doesn't leave. Eddie being like "come on!! the symbiote in Cletus is gonna kill everyone " and Anne has to speak on Venoms behalf, that he wants an apology and venom wants to make him BEG (Yes venom says that) Eddie starts apologizing half assed, then gets more sincere about and Venom literally hums and then says okay. and flings Anne at him and they hug so Venom can reattach himself to eddie, and i think ? venom says "kiss her" and anne is like "oh nooo get off me" but like in a Venom please dont do this im literally engaged and I know I just flirted with you but PLEASE go back to Eddie. Then she says "I am never doing that again! Okay maybe not never. The power feels great." then Venom slapping Dan in the car and Eddie being like "GOTTA GO" and then Dan being like "geez they need couples counseling"

- Eddie and Venom back together, fight with Carnage. IN A FUCKING CHAPEL. AT A WEDDING MIND YOU. Carnage calls Venom, Father. (CANON SYMBROCK DADS)

- Venom cries as he's being defeated. Hes so weak. Eddie says "Hey Cletus and Carnage arent in symbiosis. They arent a perfect match. Guess who is a perfect match. WE are." and that gives Venom the strength to fight.

- They beat Carnage and Cletus. Venom eating Carnage and then Venom biting Cletus head off.

- police start to show up and they all scramble to get out of there. Anne and Dan leaving and Anne saying "Venom take care of him" and Eddie going "take care Annie" and Annie looking at him and LITERALLY SAYING "yeah you to champ" (LOVE HER) and then Anne goes back over to Dan and Venom comes out and says "TAKE CARE DAN" (cause dan was kinda badass in the film for the amount he was in it)

- Venoms whole thing is that he wants to feel his toes in the sand and wind in his hair. Eddie literally takes them to an island, they are sitting on a beach, Eddie holding his knees and Venom has turned eddies feet black into his own. Venoms head pops up and starts talking about life and then says something something about the people you love and continues on and eddie like pauses and its like "wait wait wait. go back. YOU LOVE ME?" and Vemon kinda dances around it again and they both just sit there staring at a sunset on a beach.

my brain WENT STATIC ERROR 404 with that scene. I wish I could remember what venom or Eddie said exactly. i heard Love and then eddie say "WAIT YOU LOVE ME?" and i blacked out

also the end credit scene FUCKING SHOOK ME TO THE CORE. Im STILL NOT PROCESSING.

Even for a 97 minute feature it was SO well paced. The story flowed well and had some funny bits too. Woody Harrelson was amazing and so was Naomie Harris.

but big SHOUT OUT TO TOM FUCKING HARDY FOR HIS WRITING CREDIT AND FEEDING ME WELL. ANDY SERKIS NAILED IT IM SCREECHING LOVE THIS FILM. ITS A LOVESTORY.

[mandos-sluts]

The Botched Mission

The Mandolorian x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Wordcount: 3.3k

Warnings: Smut, rough sex, dubious consent, degradation, daddy kink, mutual masterbation, dirty talk, voyeurism

Summary: You work for the Empire and are tasked with spying on Mando. You don’t do a great job at concealing your efforts.

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You were born and raised in the Empire. Your mother was an admiral in the Imperial Security Bureau under Moff Gideon and your father died in battle during the Great Purge. The more you grew up, the more you questioned the Empire’s actions and ideology, but it didn’t really matter. There was no getting out for you— your entire livelihood was supported by the Empire.

Your commanding officer has given you a mission on Tatooine. You are to go undercover as a mechanic and surveill the Mandalorian Din Djarin. It was known that he knew of the force-sensitive child’s location and had dealings with other Jedi, thus, he was of great interest to the Empire.

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The Mandalorian’s ship is scheduled to undergo maintenance for two days on Tatooine. You stand in the hangar and watch as the beat up Razor Crest lands. The ship’s hatch opens and there standing tall is the Mandalorian, covered from head to toe in shiny silver beskar. He walks confidently down the ramp and towards you.

You open your mouth to introduce yourself when he tosses a bag of credits to you. “I need the repairs completed by tomorrow afternoon.” He says in a deep voice, towering over you and gazing into your eyes.

Shit. You’re….you’re really attracted to him. The way he carries himself is so hot— his assertive demeanor, his voice. “Yeah, absolutely, no– no problem sir.” You stutter out. “Um, I’m y/n.”

Mando nods his head and then walks right past you, leaving you standing there with your panties damp.

He exits the hangar and all he can think about is you. Fuck, since when were mechanics so beautiful?

You shake your head and try to focus. Heading into the ship, you begin installing hidden cameras all over. An actual mechanic employed by the Empire meanwhile gets to work making repairs.

You consider waiting around for Mando to return for the evening, just so you can interact with him more, but once it gets dark, you head to the inn that you’re staying at. Mando arrives back to his ship a little after you return to your room.

Your boss made it clear that she wants you to watch him whenever he’s not sleeping. Which honestly is stupid, it’s not like he’s going to talk to himself and reveal important information? You lie back in your bed with the screen on your lap and watch the live feed of the cameras in the ship, already bored out of your mind. The camera’s are super high quality; the picture and audio are both crystal clear. A few minutes later, you see the hatch open and watch Mando enter the ship.

Mando notices the cameras almost instantly. To be fair, you always half-assed your missions; you really don’t care about advancing the Empire’s agenda or doing your job well. Mando lets out a long annoyed sigh. He knew you didn’t look like a mechanic!

His first thought is to take down all of the cameras, apprehend you, and turn you over to the New Republic. There are only a few lodges in town and it wouldn’t be hard for him to track you down. On the other hand...he figures he could have some fun with this.

Pretending he isn’t aware of the cameras, Mando puts his weapons away in his arsonal just like he does every night.

Shit, you think to yourself. His collection of weapons is massive, he could kill you with such little effort if he wanted to.

Mando heads up to the cockpit and slumps down in the pilot’s chair. He stretches his legs out and takes a deep breath. Bringing his hand down to his crotch, he starts rubbing himself over his pants.

Your eyes widen and you sit up in your bed. Is– is he doing what it looks like he’s doing? You feel arousal shoot to your pussy as you watch a tent form in Mando’s pants.

Mando knows you’re watching him, and he saw how nervous he made you earlier today, so he knows that you’re too curious and horny to turn it off. He unbuttons his pants and releases his long, thick cock. He takes his length in his hand and spreads his precum around up and down his shaft, letting out a moan.

Your panties are soaked at this point and your pussy is begging to be touched. You bring your hand down and start rubbing your clit over your shorts, your eyes are glued to the screen.

Mando starts pumping his cock up and down, faster and faster. You’ve never been so turned on in your entire life. You trail your hand into your pants and start circling your wet clit. You know this is super creepy of you, but you can’t bring yourself to care.

Mando’s breathing picks up as he fucks his hand even harder.

“Ah fuck.” He spits out.

Ugh his voice is so sexy–

“Fuck, y/n. Yeah, that’s a good girl.”

Your heart drops and your hand freezes. He just said your name...He’s jerking off thinking about you. Did you even tell him your name?

“That’s right, y/n, ride my cock, pretty girl.” He breathes out.

You’re shocked and your cunt starts throbbing. Mando has the biggest cock you have ever seen, like...holy shit. You can’t handle how horny you are right now. The fact that you can’t hop on his lap and start bouncing on his dick makes you want to cry. You start whimpering as you glide your fingers along your slick and watch Mando growl your name.

Mando grips the arm of his chair as he feels his orgasm approaching. He’s so hard knowing that you’re watching him.

“Ahhhhhh fuuuckkkkk, yyy/nnn” Mando moans as you watch his cum spew out of him.

Feeling your own orgasm coming on, you quickly turn off the monitor, close your eyes, and start pumping your finger in and out of your hole. It takes you less than twenty seconds to cum, thinking about Mando saying your name while jerking off.

You don’t bother to turn the monitor back on for the rest of the night. You go to sleep replaying those images of Mando in your head over and over again.

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The next morning, Mando leaves his ship for the day at dawn and you head over to the hangar a few hours later. The mechanic is finishing up the final repairs when you arrive.

In case Mando asks you about the repairs, the mechanic gives you an overview of everything she did. You listen intently....for about a minute, but then end up inadvertently tuning her out, thinking about what you witnessed last night.

“Got it?” She says, jolting you back to reality.

“Y-yes totally.” You lie.

The mechanic leaves and you grab a seat at a table in the hangar, waiting patiently for Mando to return.

A few hours later, Mando struts into the hangar. He strolls right past you up to the Crest. “The ship done?” He asks shortly, not even looking back at you.

“Yes, everything is in order sir, have a good flight.” You say nervously, turning around to exit.

“Wait.” He says, stopping you in your tracks. “I have a few questions before I depart.” Mando says as he opens the hatch.

“Um, s-sure.” You say, following him into the ship.

Mando starts up the Crest and does a lap around the first level, examining all the areas where work was presumably done. The ship is in great shape, but he knows that you didn’t do any of it.

“Are the front deflectors operating at full capacity?” Mando asks in his deep, modulated voice.

“Uh, y-yeah.” You respond. You’re standing against the wall trying your best to keep cool and act like you know what he’s talking about.

“Did you fix the leak in the carbonite system?” He asks.

“Y-yes.”

“How did you get the ion acceleration chamber running again?” He questions without looking up, continuing to walk around and inspect the ship.

“Uh, um–”

Mando turns his gaze to you. “Did you rewire the calcinator or instal a new thruster nozzle?

“Um I did it by rewiring the– the thunder novel...”

Mando begins walking toward you. “How is the repulsor grille functioning?”

“I– I um...I just, I– the ship–”

Mando is now standing directly in front of you, staring into your desperate intimidated eyes. “What’s the matter, little girl, don’t know the answer?” He says moving even closer to you.

“N-no I know–”

“Can you tell me about the work you did on the engines?” He interrupts. “Or why don’t you tell me about these cameras you installed first.” He says, reaching over you and yanking one of the cameras out of the wall above you.

Your heart drops. “I-I didn’t put those there.” You stutter out.

“Drop the act, y/n. I know you’re not a mechanic. I know you work for the Empire.”

Fuck, you are so busted–

“And I know you watched me last night. Sweetheart, it’s written all over your face.” He says lightly, grabbing your chin and pulling your head up so that you’re looking directly into his visor.

Your heart is beating out of your chest and you can feel your face is bright red. You’re trembling with fear but you are also so turned on. Your pussy is throbbing as your breath heavily and stare into Mando’s visor with doe eyes.

“I—”

“Tell me, pretty girl.” He interrupts you again. “Did you like watching me jerk off?” He asks in a deep tone as he runs his other hand down your body to your waist.

“Y-yes.” You whisper with humiliation.

Mando brings his hand between your legs and dances his fingers on your crotch. “Did you touch yourself while you watched me?”

You nod your head slowly.

“What a fuckin naughty girl.” He says pushing you hard against the wall. He pushes your shorts to the side and slides his fingers into your panties. You let out a high-pitched exhale, still maintaining eye contact with him

“Damn. So wet already.” He says in a low rough voice. “You’re a desperate little thing, aren’t you? Those Storm Trooper boys can’t fuck you good, can they?” He says mockingly. “Maybe I should turn you over to the New Republic.” He utters as his other hand lightly grabs your throat. “Or, maybe I should come up with my own form of punishment for you.” Mando says as he thrusts his middle finger up inside of you.

You let out a gasp and your mouth falls open as he starts pumping your hole. “I’ve never fucked a slut from the Empire before.” He says, tightening his grip on your throat. You’re so wet you can hear his finger moving in and out of you.

“What do you think, you little criminal?” He says in a sultry tone.

“Ahhh!” You moan out. “I– I think you should– ahh– punish me, Mando.” You whine, batting your eyes at him as he drives his finger in and out of your cunt.

Mando grinds his bulge against your stomach. “Yeah? Then you’d better be an obedient little whore for me.”

Mando pulls his fingers out of you. He abruptly shoves down your shorts and rips off your top. “What are you–”

“Shut up.” He snaps as he turns you around and shoves you back against the wall. “Hands against the wall.” You do as you’re told.

You hear your shirt rip again and all of the sudden your vision goes black as you feel Mando tying fabric around your eyes. You’re naked except for a thong and blind fold, with your cheek and palms flat against the metal wall. One by one, you hear pieces of Mando’s armor hitting the floor. *see gif* Then you feel his bulge grind against your ass and one hand wrapping around your throat while the other grabs your tit.

His lips come to your ear. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk for a fuckin week.” He breathes in your ear. “Your pretty little cunt is gonna be overflowing with my cum when I’m done with you.” He growls, roughly kneading your tit.

“Yes daddy” You moan in response.

Mando loves that you called him daddy. He grabs your hair and pulls it back and down, tilting your head back and making your back arch while your hands stay flat on the metal wall. With his hold still on your hair, you feel his warm lips plant onto yours, his facial hair rubbing against your skin. His lips move down your cheek to your neck, and he sucks on your smooth skin while pulling your hair back. Pulling away, he can already see the bruise of the hickey forming on your neck.

Mando pulls away from you and steps back, taking a moment to admire how vulnerable you look, blindfolded and panting against his wall. Then you feel his hand smack your ass check, and you let out a yelp. He does it twice more against the other cheek and you can’t help but cry out.

“Shut up, slut. I told you I was gonna punish you.” He says as he pulls your g-string up, making its fabric drag and pull against your clit. He spanks you again. Arousal shoots to your cunt, and it is dripping wet.

Mando spins you around again and slams your back against the wall. He once more grabs your hair and pulls your head back, exposing your neck so perfectly for him. Mando grabs your ass and pulls you up against him. “Open your mouth.” He commands in a stern voice, still pulling your hair down.

Your lips part wide and Mando bites your bottom lip before spitting in your mouth. “Swallow.” He orders. You close your mouth and swallow his sweet saliva down your throat.

Mando picks you up and you instinctively wrap your legs around him. He sets you down on a metal table and rips your thong off of you. Your legs are wide open, your pussy splayed out on the table for Mando to admire as he pulls his shirt over his head. He runs two fingers up and down slick and then shoves them in your mouth. “You gonna be a good girl and show me how needy this little cunt is?” He whispers in your ear while you suck his fingers.

He removes his fingers from your mouth. “Yes.” You breathe out.

“Yes, what?” Mando says slapping your outer thigh.

“I– I’m gonna be a good girl for you, daddy. And sh–show you how– how needy I am for your cock.” You stammer out.

Mando hums in response as he lines his tip up with your entrance. One of your hands is wrapped around his neck and the palm of your other hand is flat against his warm hard chest.

You feel his warm precum against your tender skin as he pushes the head of his dick into you. Your mouth falls open and you gasp. He does a few thrusts with half his length and it’s already more than you can handle.

“Fuck!” You spit out in a high pitched voice.

“Shit–” Mando snaps. “How are you so fuckin tight?” He says, seeming genuinely frustrated.

You’re being so stretched out you can’t form a response. You just sit there, wrapped around Mando, breathing heavily with your mouth agape, trying your best to adjust to his size.

“You’re squeezing the shit out of my cock. Ah you feel so fuckin good.” Mando groans in your ear as he pushes more of his member inside of you. He then abruptly snaps his hips and thrusts all the way inside of you.

You scream out “Fuck!” And dig your nails into his back.

Mando starts pumping in you slowly. “You’re doing so good, baby girl, taking my big cock in your tight pussy so well.”

He brings more of his length out and picks up the pace.“Ahhhhh Mando! Fuck!” You cry.

“What’d you call me?” He says, snapping his hips into you hard.

“Daddy!” You squeal. “Daddy! I–I’m sorry! Daddy fuck your cock is– is so big!” You wine between thrusts. He puts his lips on your mouth.

“I know, pretty girl” He whispers in your mouth. “You’re doing good.”

He starts thrusting faster and you lose control of the moans that escape your lips. You’re holding onto him for dear life as he pounds into you, his hands clutching your hips. Mando pushes you down so that you’re lying on the table and swings one of your legs up on his shoulder, providing him an even better angle, allowing him to drive his cock right into your G-spot.

“Ahhh daddy, yes! Fuck! Right there, please!” You scream.

Mando holds your leg against his chest with one arm and brings his other hand to grip your throat.

“Do– do the Imps know they have a filthy– ahh– filthy fuckin cockslut working for them?” He mocks. “What would they say if they knew you agreed to be your target’s dirty little fucktoy? Huh?”

All you can do in response is scream and moan. Mando removes his hand from your throat and drags it down your stomach. He starts circling your clit and you begin to see stars. Your whole body starts shaking and your cunt clenches down on Mando’s cock. “Fuck, I– I’m gonna cum!” You exclaim. Your pussy starts pulsing like never before as you feel your orgasm overtake you.

“Yes, ahhh fuck! This pussy was– was made for my cock, shit.” Mando says as he rides you through your orgasm. He loves watching you come apart on a table in his ship, blindfolded and helpless.

Mando can feel his own climax nearing and he clasps your hips tight. His fast thrusts lose rhythm and you can feel his cock getting stiff in your cunt. He pumps his cock a few more times and then you feel his warm cum surge inside of you. “Fuuuccckkk.” Mando grunts as his white juices fill your hole.

He pulls out of you and scoots you to sit further back on the table as he redresses. You can feel his cum trickling out of your pussy onto the cold metal table beneath you. You close your legs— without him pressed up against you and without your sight, you feel so exposed and awkward.

You hear the hiss of his helmet and then feel his hands pushing your legs back open again, displaying your abused and leaking cunt. Mando unties the makeshift blind fold, and you see him standing fully clothed and armored in front of you. He wraps one hand around your waist and pushes your thigh further apart with his other hand.

“You look so pretty like this.” He says in his deep, modulated voice. “Come on.” He says with his hand still around your waist, motioning you off the table. You hop off and your legs immediately give out, your body falling to the floor.

Mando scoffs and pulls you up. “I told you you wouldn’t be able to walk.”

“You’re a man of your word.” You say sarcastically.

“Guess that means I’ll have to uninstall all the fuckin cameras you hid all over my ship.” Mando says as he sweeps you off your feet. He carries you into his sleeping quarters.

“No. Keep them.” You say with a side smile as he lays you down on the bed. “I like watching you jerk off. Especially when you jerk off while moaning my name.” You pull the blankets to cover you.

Mando sits on the bed that you’re lying on “Fuck.” He says caressing your cheek. “If you didn’t work for the Empire I’d take you with me.” Mando says bluntly.

“Take me with you, Mando!” You say sitting up. “I don’t wanna work for the Empire. Fuck the Empire. I’ve been looking for a way for so long.”

Mando smiles underneath his helmet. “Well, good thing you did such a shit job at your mission.”

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[writeroutoftime]

undercover feelings

pairing: jack thompson x reader (requested by: @rubesque)

summary: you and jack don't like each other in the slightest. but when an undercover mission throws the two of you together, what will become of your relationship? (aka - undercover enemies to lovers)

warnings: minor violence

words: 3.4k (not even sorry)

a/n: let me just start by saying, I know my action sequences aren’t the best, but I'm trying to get better. that said, I absolutely adored writing this story, and I hope everyone enjoys it! a lot of thought went into it, so please please let me know what you think!

oOoOo

As you strode towards Chief Dooley’s office, you noticed Jack coming up behind you out of the corner of your eye. Rolling your shoulders back, you tried to ignore his presence even as he was merely steps behind you, almost purposefully trying to catch the back of your heel. Right as you raised your hand to wrap your knuckles against the Chief’s office door, you let out a frustrated sigh.

“Is there something I can help you with?” you spit out, spinning around to face Jack, wishing you could wipe that smug smirk off his face.

“Never in a thousand years, y/l/n. It seems you’re in my way.” he said, trying to step around you and knock on the door himself.

Rolling your eyes, you blocked the door with your body. “Look, I know you think your daily suck-up sessions with the Chief will get you a promotion, but I was personally asked by Chief Dooley to meet with him, so move along.” you told Jack proudly, ready to see his anger bubble over.

To your surprise, Jack’s grin simply widened as he leaned in. “Me too, sweetheart.” he whispered, leaving you speechless, and pushing past you to knock on the door.

Collecting yourself, you quickly entered the office first, standing in front of the Chief’s desk with your hands behind your back. Every so often, your eyes flitted over to Jack, wondering what the Chief could possibly want with the both of you. It was no secret to any agent in the SSR that you and Jack had a strained relationship to say the least. From your first day, Jack had mistaken you as a secretary, thus beginning a long hate-hate relationship. Even to this day, Jack was one of the most pig-headed men you had the displeasure of knowing.

“Alright, I’ll get straight to the point. I’m sending the two of you on an undercover mission to retrieve sensitive, government information.” Chief Dooley explained. “The most opportune time to retrieve it will be during the American Gala in Washington D.C. hosted by a Mr. Mark Williams. The two of you will pose as husband and wife –“

“That’s a real funny joke, Chief.” Jack interrupted, looking shocked at the prospect of going undercover with you.

“Oh, please, Thompson. You’d be lucky if you could ever convince me to marry you.” you shot back.

“I’d rather go undercover as husband and wife with Krzeminski.”

Before you could move to smack Jack’s arm or throw another insult his way, Chief Dooley stood up, slamming his hands on his desk. “Enough! It’s like dealing with a couple of damn toddlers.” he scolded, instantly causing a wave of shame to wash over you and Jack. “Now, can the two of you act like the federal agents you are, or do I need to find two other agents?” he asked, staring both of you down.

“No, sir.” you mumbled, hearing a similar sentiment leave Jack’s lips.

There was a moment of awkward silence before Chief Dooley sat back down. “Now, as I was saying. The two of you are scheduled to leave in two days, and here are files with all you need to know on the target and your responsibilities.” he continued.

The moment you were dismissed, you stormed out of the Chief’s office and made your way back to your desk. Picking up the nearest piece of paperwork, you stared at the words for a moment before shoving it to the side, letting out a frustrated sigh.

“Everything all right?” Peggy asked, coming up behind you and setting a mug of coffee down on your desk.

“Chief Dooley is sending me on an undercover mission – with Thompson.” you explained, running your hands down your face.

Peggy looked amused by your so-called bad news and shook her head at your oblivious nature. “Perhaps, it will give you the opportunity to recognize your feelings for Agent Thompson.” she suggested casually.

“Feelings?” you nearly shrieked. “The only feeling I have for Agent Thompson is the feeling of dread every time I see him.” you argued.

“If you say so, dear.” Peggy placated as she walked away.

oOoOo

The entire plane ride to D.C. was filled with tense silence as you poured over the case file the entire time. The only noise that came from Jack was the tapping of his foot against the floor and his pen against the table.

“Do you have to do that?” you finally snapped, reaching forward to snatch the pen out of his hand.

Holding his up in mock surrender, Jack chuckled. “Woah, sweetheart, you might want to be a bit nicer considering we are married and all.” he teased.

“Listen,” you started, voice low and serious. “I know that you joke around and don’t always take everything seriously, but this mission is important to me. You have no idea how hard it is working in that office as a woman, and this mission is my chance to prove myself. I will not have it be ruined by the likes of you.”

For once, Jack had no quick remark to offer, instead he was simply stunned by your speech. Silently admitting defeat, Jack conceded to your wishes. “Alright, I’m sorry, y/l/n.”

You were slightly taken aback by how easy that had been. Perhaps you didn’t give Jack enough credit. “Thank you.” you responded, turning back to your files.

The rest of the flight followed in relative silence, Jack or you only speaking when you had questions or needed clarification from the files. It didn’t pass your mind the subtle looks Jack threw your way, but you ignored them, focused on the task at hand. If he had something to say, he could say it. However, the moment the plane landed, you were whisked away to your separate hotel rooms to prepare for the gala, watching Jack walk away.

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It was only when Jack heard the clack of your heels against the marble stairs that he turned around and froze, watching your descent. The y/f/c dress you had donned flattered your figure in every sense, and Jack swore you were an angel in that moment. He suddenly felt aware of the way his breath had quickened, and the way his hands shook the tiniest bit from the nerves. So lost in his own mind, Jack didn’t even notice he had yet to take his eyes off of you.

“Is there something on me?” you asked, suddenly feeling very bashful from Jack’s gaze.

“No, no it’s just – uh – I mean,” Jack stuttered, running a hand through his perfectly gelled hair. “you clean up nice, y/l/n.”

“Not too bad yourself there either, Thompson.” you teased, flashing Jack a dazzling smile.

It was true that Jack looked absolutely dashing in his suit, making your knees just a bit week as you had walked down to meet him. His compliment sent a flutter through your chest, and you were brought back to Peggy’s comment about feelings. Perhaps, deep down, all the back-and-forth bickering had simply been a disguise for something else. But you couldn’t let yourself think about that now, not when you had a mission to complete.

Right as you were about to walk into the ballroom, Jack grabbed your wrist gently, stopping you in your tracks. Before you could question his action, he held up his hand and wiggled his finger, a metal band gleaming in the low light. “Now what kind of husband would I be if didn’t give you a ring?” he asked before pulling a small box out of his jacket pocket and producing a beautiful, sparkling engagement ring.

Carefully, Jack lifted your left hand and slid the cool metal over your ring finger until the diamond rested perfectly against your skin. It was difficult to fight the spark of energy when Jack grabbed your hand and the way he gently rubbed his thumb over the back of your hand.

“There.” he whispered, staring into your y/e/c eyes, a soft smile replacing that smirk that typically resided on his lips.

The two of you stood in the foyer for a moment, lost in the other’s gaze until other couples around you laughed and chatted on their way into the ballroom, breaking the spell. Ever the gentleman, Jack offered his arm, which you accepted, leading you both into the belly of the beast. Walking into said ballroom was breathtaking, the entire room being decorated from floor to ceiling with gold accents; however, you forced yourself to stay focused on the mission at hand.

A quick scan of the room showed you multiple entry/exit points, as well as a good estimate of the security posted throughout the room. Beside you, Jack was doing the same before his eyes widened slightly. Following his line of sight, you noticed your target for the evening, Mark Williams, surrounded by a group of people. While your first instinct was to go straight to the source, you knew that would raise alarms and potentially jeopardize the mission.

“Care for a dance?” Jack asked, having the same idea as you when he noticed Williams leading his wife to the dance floor.

Wordlessly, you allowed Jack to lead you towards the dance floor where he rested a warm, gentle hand on the small of your back while his other hand intertwined with your fingers. A small gasp left your lips from the proximity between you and Jack, and it was difficult to not become intoxicated by his cologne. For a moment, you allowed yourself to admire Jack’s strong jaw, piercing eyes, and the few hairs that had fallen out of place under the golden light the room provided.

The music began to pick up, and you let out a surprised cry of delight as Jack spun you around the floor, selling every bit of the perfectly happy couple. After one such spin, Jack brought you closer and whispered that you had caught the attention of Williams. Glancing over your shoulder, you saw the man staring in your direction.

“Trust me.” you told Jack under your breath before you took the lead and danced the two of you straight into your target. “Oh golly, I am so sorry, sir.” you apologized, feigning innocence. “I’m such a clutz, I don’t know why you bring me to these events, dear.” you said, aiming the second half of your sentence to Jack.

“Lord knows why, sweetie.” Jack responded, quickly catching onto your act. “Sorry again, sir. My wife said it herself – she can be a real clutz.”

Mark Williams flashed a quick smirk, looking your body up and down, seemingly sizing the two of you up. “No harm done, pretty lady. I’m Mark Williams. Mind making it up to me with a dance? That is, if your husband doesn’t mind.” he asked, though both you and Jack knew it was more a command.

“It’s the least I can do.” you giggled, accepting Williams’ hand, and letting him pull you away from Jack just like you thought he would.

Immediately, the band in the corner struck up a slower tune, and Williams placed a hand on your waist and began to awkwardly sway off beat. Unlike Jack’s soft, warm hands, this felt cold and unforgiving, and you forced yourself to swallow back the nausea.

“So, you must be used to all the glamor of these events, huh? Being a powerful man and whatnot.” you flirted, batting your eyelashes to help sell your act.

“You could say that, though they get pretty boring after a while. But having someone like you here helps to pass the time.” Williams said, slipping his hand further down your back.

Humming in response, you used the distraction to subtly reach your hand into Williams’ jacket pocket where you silently cheered when your hand touched a key – which you assumed unlocked his office. Carefully, you slipped it into your own pocket before squeezing William’s bicep with a smile to keep his suspicions down. Before he could slip his hand down any further, you pushed back gently and flashed an apologetic smile.

“Excuse me for a moment.” you purred, slipping away to the nearest hallway, keeping an eye out for Jack. Suddenly, an arm shot out and grabbed your wrist, pulling you further down the hallway. You nearly let out a shout of surprise before you saw that it was Jack.

“Are you done flirting or what?” he hissed, eyes narrowed, and chest puffed out.

Rolling your eyes, you flashed him the key you had slipped into the pocket of your dress. “Didn’t take you for the jealous type, Thompson.” you teased, scanning the doors for Williams’ office.

Once you reached the door, you quickly unlocked his office and ushered Jack in, quietly closing the door behind you and locking it. The office itself was spotless, leaving you no clue as to where the files could be hidden. Wordlessly, you and Jack split up, searching through every nook and cranny in order to complete your mission.

It wasn’t long before a soft “found it” came from Jack’s side of the room. Rushing over, you peered at the document in front of him to confirm that it was the correct document. Joy filled your body when you saw that your mission was a success.

Placing a hand on Jack’s bicep, you beamed at him. “Jack this is amazing, we did it!” you celebrated.

Jack let out a small chuckle, enjoying the way you were so excited. He glanced down at your hand on his arm, then back towards you where he locked his eyes with yours. Some unknown force took over you, causing the two of you to lean in towards each other, lips inching closer. Just as you could feel his warm breath on your face and almost touch his lips, loud rattling and banging came from the two, pulling the two of you apart instantly.

“Williams.” you both whispered, looking for a way out.

An open window caught your eye, and you ripped the file out of Jack’s hand as you pushed him towards said window. “Go, or neither of us are going to make it out of here.” you said through clenched teeth.

Jack hesitated a moment before he ran to climb out of the window, instantly turning around to offer you a helping hand. Right as you jumped out, the office door burst open, and Williams appeared with a half dozen bodyguards. He caught a flash of your dress and noticed the torn apart file cabinet, quickly putting two and two together.

“Shit! Get those two, dead or alive, and bring me back that file!” he shouted, pointing in the direction of your escape

It wasn’t long before bullets whizzed past your head as you and Jack ran through the garden towards the getaway car. Adrenaline pumped through your veins, minimizing the dull ache on the side of your arm you eventually felt. All you could think about was getting yourself and Jack out of there in one piece.

The moment the car came into view, you pushed yourself further and faster, sliding into the passenger seat as Jack started the engine and drove off with a squeal. There were still bullets that banged against the car, but once Jack stepped on the gas and swerved off the beaten road, you finally allowed yourself a breath of relief.

“Please tell me after all that, you still have the damn file.” Jack said, glancing to his side at your crumpled figure.

Slamming a, albeit slightly bent, manilla file folder onto the dashboard, you let out a dry chuckle. “You’re welcome. Maybe, for once, Thompson, you can just admit that I actually know what I’m – shit!” you suddenly groaned, clutching the side of your arm, and pulling away to reveal red, sticky fingers.

Jack looked over once more at your groan of pain and slammed on the breaks the moment he saw blood. “You got shot?” he all but shouted, turning your body so he could see where a bullet had lodged itself into the side of your arm.

“Thank you, Sherlock.” you breathed out, squeezing your eyes shut as Jack poked and prodded the area. “You’re gonna need to dig it out.” you told him after he continued to sit in silence.

“I know!” Jack snapped, before sighing upon seeing your reaction and approaching the situation softer. “I know, I know, I’m sorry.” he said before stepping out of the car and grabbing the first aid box from the trunk.

Jack quickly opened the passenger side of the door and knelt down so he could reach your wound. “This is gonna sting.” Jack whispered before he began to clean the wound with some of the alcohol from the kit, wincing along with you.

Jack felt his heart clench as you gripped his shoulder in pain, biting your lip. It became even worse when he started to remove the bullet from your arm, though there was nothing that he could do. There was silence between you and Jack, leaving Jack to his own devices. Seeing the blood on your hands and having to dig a bullet out of you made Jack feel as though he had been the one to be shot. In fact, he wished he had been to avoid you going through this pain.

“Got it.” Jack finally announced, throwing the bullet to the side and wrapping your arm in gauze.

“Thank you.” you said, letting out one more hiss of pain.

Instead of responding, Jack let his hand linger on your arm as he poured over every inch of your body, trying to determine if you had been injured anywhere else. There was such an intensity in his eyes that you couldn’t believe this was the same man you bickered with on an almost hourly basis. It had to be some kind of trick your eyes were playing on you from the pain.

“There you go, you’ll be alright.” Jack reassured you, tying the final strip of bandage around your arm, his hands lingered gently. “I gotta say, you really know how to give a fella a heart attack, y/n.”

“Oh please, I’m sure you would’ve forgotten all about me and reveled in all the attention you’d receive from the Chief.” you shot back, deflecting any emotions that could make you look weak and vulnerable.

Jack’s face morphed into one of hurt, and you felt guilty at the way his titled head and soft eyes made him look like a lost puppy. “Is that what you really think of me? That I wouldn’t care if you didn’t make it out of this mission?”

“You don’t like me, Jack. And I don’t like you. That’s how we’ve always operated, what else could I have possibly interpreted from that?” you argued, frustrated that he seemed to be dragging this conversation on.

“That’s not true, and you know it, y/n.” Jack countered, taking both of your hands in his grasp. “Both of us know deep down that this enemies act is self-defense, but I know that after tonight, I can’t pretend anymore. And I’m pretty sure you don’t want to either.”

For the second time that night, Jack cupped your cheeks in his hand, and leaned in. His lips hovered over yours for just a moment, giving you the chance to change your mind, but you launched yourself forward and finally kissed Jack Thompson. The kiss was sweet, but passionate, years of pent-up feelings bubbling over the surface. Jack pulled you close to his body while your fingers played with the hair and the nape of his neck. You had never allowed yourself to imagine this moment, but in that moment you knew you could get used to be kissed by Jack for the rest of your life.

Eventually, the two of you pulled away, foreheads leaning against each other, and your breath the only thing that could be heard in the night air. Jack’s thumb brushed against your cheek, and you leaned into his touch, now unable to reject his touch.

“Wow,” you breathed out. “maybe we should bottle our feelings like that again.” you teased.

“No, I don’t want to not be able to kiss you again.” Jack whispered, before he pulled you back in for another kiss, grateful you were safe in his arms, giving him the rest of his life to spend with you, and making Peggy five dollars richer.

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