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practice or fun? | azriel x fem!reader

description: y/n and azriel decide to train to practice forms in battle. things get a little frisky.

trigger warnings: seductive behavior, a lot of fluff, mostly platonic, fae!reader, graphic violence, fighting, etc. read at your own risk.

word count: 1.1k

You stood before Azriel with a sword in hand, firmly grasping the handle. Your knuckles turned white as you swung your blade towards him. He blocked it effortlessly with his own, slashing it to the side so the tip of your blade kissed the snowy ground. You breathed out through your nostrils as he did so.

Lifting your gaze to him, your eyes flickered a bright shade of blue as you motioned your hand to toss a frosted ball of energy against his chest, knocking him down upon his back.

He grumbled and laid there for a moment. "I thought we said no magic," Azriel said lowly. You laughed and walked towards him, your eyes fading back to their original color as you held out a hand to help him up. He took it and stood up with your assistance.

Dusting off the snow against his Illyrian leathers, he stared at you with his bright hazel eyes. "You always manage to surprise me," He whispered. "And that will help you in war.. on the battlefield."

"I know," You smirked.

The two of you stared at each other for a while, a comfortable stillness fell upon the air. The soft snowfall was heard against the grass and the distant sound of an icy babbling stream filled the silence.

"Again," Azriel smirked slowly.

You smiled and raised your blade with a knowing expression as he would be the one to make the first strike. You alternated that during practices.

He slowly brought his blade up towards you. Your eyes were undeniably beautiful; intoxicating to Azriel. You stared at him warmly, as a way to distract him from making a strike. You slowly lowered your blade, letting the tip of it kiss the frozen ground.

Stepping closer to him, you breathed slowly as it became a misty cloud in front of you. It was warm and smelled of mint. Azriel could almost taste it. Your noses almost brushed against each other's, dangerously close but not quite. As his eyes fluttered closed for the slightest moment, you took the opportunity to swiftly grasp his sword and step back with both of them in hand. You held his directly at his throat as yours was still touching the ground.

"You should never let your opponent distract you, Az," You clicked your tongue in a way to tsk as he smiled bashfully, his dimples showing.

"Very funny," Azriel stated lowly with a smile before it faded, "Give me my sword." He curled his fingers as a way to gesture for you to hand it over.

You pressed your lips together fighting a smile as you made no such movements to obey.

"Y/N, come on, give it here please," Azriel insisted growing impatient.

"I like the sound of you begging," You smirked, eyes bright blue once again. Azriel noticed and swallowed, seemingly nervous. "Do it again," You said calmly.

"Please," Azriel held out his hand, eyes pleading and pupils dilated. He was enjoying this. You smiled softly and tossed his sword to him with the blade pointed down. He swiftly caught it by the handle and held it up, immediately going for a strike towards you.

You blocked it effortlessly and grunted, using all your might to push his blade down to the left. He stumbled back as you stepped forward, preparing to strike. Your hair fell before your eyes as you swiftly took your sword and started to slash in front of Azriel, just above his groin. It was one of the most sensitive areas to hit in battle, especially on a man.

Azriel backed up quickly, dodging your hit as he used his blade and it clanked with yours. The two of you held that position for a moment, catching breaths. His hazel eyes were bright as he looked into yours.

Your lips curved into a smirk as you took your knee and hurriedly jabbed it into Az's groin. He immediately dropped his sword and held his private on the outside of his Illyrian leathers, groaning as he fell to his knees.

"Oh, I'm sorry," You tossed your sword in the snow and covered your mouth, trying not to laugh. "I meant to aim for your stomach," You spoke apologetically between soft laughs. You knelt down before him and laid a hand against his shoulder.

"I'm fine," Azriel spoke through clenched teeth and a grunt. "That was a good strategy though," He chuckled in pain.

"Just lay stomach down in the snow, the ice might fell better on it," You tried saying it seriously. Azriel looked up to give you a very annoyed expression. You broke out into fits of laughter.

He rolled his eyes and shoved you on your back playfully. You kept laughing as he took a handful of snow, tossing it against your face and stomach.

"Stop! I said I was sorry!" You laughed as you made a horrible attempt to back away. Azriel ignored your helpless pleas as he gripped your sides and squeezed them, tickling you against the ground.

"Az!" You yelped in between laughs. "I'll do it again if you don't stop!" You grabbed a fistful of snow and threw it at his face. He laughed loudly, throwing his head back as his eyelashes and hair were covered in snow.

You giggled breathlessly and sat up as he pulled back from you.

It was rare when Azriel laughed or even genuinely smiled. The two of you somehow always seemed to share a laugh and a playful moment. He was always so solemn and serious; you were able to take him away from that for a few moments at a time.

The two of you were breathless as you slowly scrambled to get up and retrieve your sword. Azriel tried to do the same but wasn't as quick as you. The tip of your sword found his chin as he was still kneeling against the ground. You stood before him with a dangerous smile.

"I believe I won this match," You stated with a grin.

"Is that right?" Azriel smirked as he was slowly reaching for the handle of his sword. His eyes remained on you, pupils dilated and lips parted as he breathed slowly.

"Yes," You quickly lifted his head with your blade as you stared down at him with a dangerous glint in your dark eyes.

Azriel made haste and pulled back from your blade, swinging his sword against it, clanks vibrated against your eardrums. He pushed himself up and off the ground, continuing to spar with you. You had a smile on your face with each dodge and block you made. It was effortless.

It wasn't training or even practice to either of you; truly, it was just plain fun.

a/n: i fucking love azriel. i hope you guys like this acotar content!! i read acotar back in january i think?? and i'm in love with azriel. i hope you guys liked this and if you want more acotar content PLEASE lmk because i loved writing this sm :) love yall! — angelina.

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narcissisticmf · 2 months

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give in | bucky barnes x fem!reader

description: during a mission, y/n and bucky must appear as though they are romantically together despite their true hateful feelings towards one another.

trigger warnings: fake dating, enemies to lovers, foul language, seductive behavior, sexual content, oral sex, unprotected sex, praise, a lot of tension, gun usage, knife usage, graphic violence, etc. please do not proceed in reading if you are under the age of 18. thank you.

word count: 2.6k

Sat in the back of the Quinjet, you were getting an outfit put together against your body; a skin tight black dress that revealed your curves perfectly. Your eyes gazed into the mirror as you looked at your reflection, applying a thin layer of red lipstick to your mouth. Your hair was pinned back and a silver chain laid around your neck.

The Quinjet rumbled against your feet, you were wearing pumps. It was difficult to stand in them for a while, your feet begun to ache, but you swallowed the pain as though it was just a thick pill.

You were to attend a private party to retrieve some stolen serums by Hydra. Bucky would be your second, to assist you in the retrieval. The two of you were to appear at the party as two guests. You and James didn't get along well, for a reason you didn't particularly understand; just that he got under your skin and you got under his.

Hidden in the skirts of your black dress was a dagger strapped to your undergarments. You smirked softly at your reflection and released a breath as the Quinjet finally landed somewhere rural, far from where the party would take place.

You slowly grasped a hold of your hand back, that contained several useful weaponry if needed. You walked past Bucky without making direct eye contact with him. He was dressed in all black, his hair was slicked back and slightly longer than you remembered and the stubble across his jawline looked freshly trimmed. He was.. he was..

Handsome. Divinely handsome.

Swallowing hard, you sensed Bucky was following you as you exited the Quinjet to walk towards the black car that was parked not far from the landing site. The backseat door opened for you by the driver. You slipped inside and sat with perfect posture and eventually Bucky climbed in after you. He sat with a fair distance as the driver shut the door.

Slowly stepping out of the car, you accepted the help of the driver by taking his hand and standing upon the pavement. You waited for Bucky to step out and when he did, you finally stared up to him.

He held out his metal arm — that was covered by a black blazer and his hands were concealed by gloves to disguise his true identity. He waited for you to lock it with his. You stared at his arm for a moment before slowly slipping your exposed arm into his.

"For this to work," Bucky whispered and lifted your chin to meet his eyes, "We must appear madly in love."

You exhaled softly, almost inaudible, "No problem."

The corner of Bucky's lips curved into a grin as the two of you walked towards the entrance. In order to gain entree, you and Bucky gave false names that were in the list of invitees. The whole time, your heart was pounding. Your face concealed that completely; not once showing an ounce of nervousness or anxiety.

Bucky kept close beside you. Your eyes bounced about the large ballroom. You tried to remember where the serums were kept hidden from what Tony and Steve instructed earlier in the week and the map they showed both you and Bucky.

If memory served you right, the serums were locked in a safe several floors below.

Your eyes locked with a man by the bar, sipping a glass of whiskey slowly. His dark eyes remained on you firmly. You slowly turned to face Bucky, so close that it seemed to fluster you.

"That man at the bar," You whispered, "I think he's Hydra."

Bucky kept his gaze on you, though you sensed he could see the man at the bar out of the corner of his eye. "Should we make him uncomfortable for staring?" He smirked slowly.

"What?" You parted your glossy lips and felt Bucky's breath against your mouth; you could almost taste it. Your body tensed as Bucky's arms snuck around your waist, pulling you in tightly. You felt your breath caught in your throat at the motion and how his hands felt against your sides. He squeezed softly, causing your knees to buckle. It was a good thing he held you.

"Give into it, sweetheart," Bucky whispered.

"Give into what?" You challenged, feeling your nose brush against his cheek; not purposefully.

Bucky eyes locked with yours as his lips slowly pressed against your mouth, enclosing whatever distance remained between you. Your body tensed at first, your core pulsed with adrenaline. It didn't take long before you gave into it. You found your lips entwined with Bucky's, tasting every inch of his breath; mint. Gaining some form of confidence and control, your hands found their way up to his face, cupping his jawline and cheeks.

Your eyes were closed as you fell into his chest, body growing weak. Slowly, he pulled back and found his gaze on you for a while. You breathed heavily, making a horrible attempt to keep it quiet. His eyes flicked upward, behind you, to see the man was gone.

"He's gone," Bucky spoke lowly.

You nodded slowly and pulled back just a few inches. A thought crept your mind as you smirked and tugged Bucky through the crowd of people dressed elegantly. You made your way towards the elevator. You didn't need to see Bucky's face to know he also had a coy smile on his lips.

Pressing your fingers to the button against the wall, you turned back to Bucky to press a hungry kiss to his mouth. If he was surprised, he didn't show it. Perhaps, he was expecting it. You held onto the collar of his black shirt and as soon as the elevator doors opened, the two of you stumbled inside. Without parting from his mouth, you reached back to press the correct floor where the stolen serums were hidden.

Nobody paid heed to the two of you. Who would? You were simply two individuals in need of the other.

Once the doors closed and the elevator began to descend, you parted from Bucky. He was breathless and you were too. You leaned against the wall and breathed through your nose, your red painted lips smeared only slightly. Bucky stood a foot or two from you, staring at the elevator doors.

"Think they bought that?" Bucky questioned with a slight chuckle in the back of his throat.

"I think so," You nodded.

Once the doors opened, you swiftly pulled out your dagger from under the skirt of your dress and saw several agents of Hydra surrounding the safe in which the serums were locked in.

Bucky smirked as he stood beside you and pulled out a handgun that he kept smuggled in the back of his pants. The two of you walked out of the elevator with complete ease and smoothness.

"Hey! You're not supposed to be down here!" One of the men shot you and Bucky a look of annoyance. When you and Bucky didn't cower, he knew who you both must've been. There were six men; three each for you and Bucky.

You made haste and quickly used your dagger to slice an agent in the thighs, causing him to falter to the ground in pain. One of them grabbed your arm and made a fist with his free hand. You smiled and kicked the heel of your pump into his groin. Watching him sink to the ground, you made your way for another and used the hilt of your dagger, striking the man in the chest.

Bucky wasn't going to use his weapon unless he truly needed to. He was swift and confident with his strikes. Eventually, you both had all six of them against the floor.

"Lovely," You spoke dryly and made your way to the safe. This part was all Bucky; all he needed to do was use the strength of his arm to break open the metal.

You retrieved all of the stolen serums and shoved them into your handbag before casually leaving the party.

In your bedroom of the compound, you used a wipe to remove the layers of cosmetics that were upon your face. You had a long shower once the makeup was off and stood before your mirror, applying lotion to the dry parts of your skin. You wore a light pink silk robe to cover your naked body beneath.

A knock was heard against your door. You slowly stopped what you were doing and led yourself to the wooden door, opening it slightly to reveal Bucky.

"May I help you?" You questioned, with slight condescension.

Bucky swallowed, his throat bobbed. Your gaze softened as he appeared.. nervous. He slowly entered the room and you allowed him, not fighting or challenging him in such a state. He latched the door shut behind him and stared at you, his gaze flickered to your lips.

"What are you doing–" You started, but were interrupted by his mouth on yours. You didn't fight it and allowed him to slip his arms around your waist, squeezing your curves perfectly. Your hair was still damp from the shower as he gripped the back of it firmly, slowly pulling your head back.

"I can't get you outta my head, doll," Bucky breathed out desperately. You stared at him, not once breaking eye contact. "That sweet scent of yours.." He lowered his head to your neck, taking in a breath of the vanilla soap you used from the shower. "And the way you taste," He raised his head and attached his lips to yours once more. Bucky groaned at the flavor of your lipbalm.

It wasn't long before he had your back against the large bed of yours. Your hands were in his hair, gently tugging at the ends of it. He slowly rocked his hips into yours as you moaned shakily against his mouth.

"Wanna get this off you.." Bucky whispered gesturing to the robe you had on, grasping a hold of the knot at the front. "May I?" He asked, looking into your eyes.

"Yes," You nodded and he made haste, swiftly untying the knot and pulling it from your body. He tossed it to the carpet floor and smiled down at you. You had absolutely nothing on underneath that robe. His large hands made contact with your skin. The cold metal of his left hand made you shiver softly, a smile against your mouth.

"Your turn," You breathed out, gesturing to his clothes.

As quickly as he removed your robe, he undid his pants, yanking them off with ease. He became completely uncladded before you. You took the opportunity to admire how truly beautiful he was. Perhaps, in the past, you hadn't taken the time to notice how perfect he was.

His lips collapsed into yours. He was hungry. You released a breath just before he found his mouth on yours. You arched your back so that your breasts were pressed up against his chest. Bucky smiled into your mouth and firmly pushed your hips down against the mattress.

"Patience," He whispered into your ear and let his teeth gently toy with your lobe.

You nodded slowly and breathed out as his lips came into contact with your neck. You exhaled and leaned your head back, trying to suppress the moans that were threatening to come out of you.

"Do you still hate me, Y/N?" Bucky mumbled against the skin of your throat.

"Yes," You shakily breathed out.

Bucky smiled and used his metal fingers to cup your breast. You whined in response and closed your eyes. His mouth pressed to your nipple, letting his tongue swirl and mouth suck on the sensitive skin. You curled your toes in response, grasping the sheets with one hand and with the other you entangled your fingers in the back of his hair.

He hummed at the feeling your hardened nipple against his tongue. You felt your core pulse and arousal begun to stick to your inner thighs.

Bucky used his metal fingers to run down your stomach, sides and hips. You shivered at the cold feeling.

"How about now, sweetheart?" Bucky raised his head to watch your face. "Do you still hate me now?" He slipped his metal hand between your legs and dragged them up and down your entrance, the wetness coated his hand.

"No," You opened your eyes and shook your head, staring at him as your chest rose and fell rapidly. He slipped a finger inside as you opened your mouth to moan softly. As quickly as your eyes opened, they closed to soak in the feeling of that cold metal pumping in and out of you. You spread your legs to allow him better access. You didn't realize it, but he started lowering himself. He took in the scent of your arousal and hummed with a soft smile.

Bucky pulled your metal fingers out and replaced them with his mouth between your legs. You whined audibly and reached down to entangle your fingers in his hair. He opened his eyes to stare up at you, watching the way your body reacted to his motions.

The way your back arched at each flick of his tongue and the way your grip in his hair tightened the deeper he pushed his face in.

You couldn't deny the reactions your body was having even if you tried. Bucky knew exactly what he was doing and took note of what felt good for you.

"I wanna be inside you, Y/N," Bucky pulled his head back slightly and kissed your inner thighs. He rose his body up to press kisses along your lower stomach, humming softly as he did so.

You pulled him up to your face and kissed his lips deeply, tasting yourself against him. You parted your legs as a way to signal that you wanted him inside you as well. He smiled into your mouth and held your thigh firmly with his metal hand.

Slowly, he guided himself inside you. You wanted to scream and rip the sheets with how tightly you gripped them. Your eyes filled with tears at how amazing he felt and fit inside you.

"You feel amazing, sweetheart," Bucky pressed his lips to your mouth. You reached your hands up to drape around his neck, gently squeezing his skin, unable to contain how good he felt.

"Oh God, Buck.." You whispered, moaning into his ear. He rocked his hips, moving in and out of you with ease. You were so comfortable with him.

"Such a good girl," He whispered darkly into your ear, "Taking me so well." You arched your back and whined at his words. You wrapped your legs around his waist, trying to stay as close against him as possible.

It wasn't long before the knot in your stomach slowly came undone.

"Oh, Y/N.. I can feel that," Bucky moaned and kissed you deeply. "You gonna come around me?" You pressed your lips into his harder to muffle the screams you wanted to let out. You reached a pinnacle and slowly pulled your lips back from his.

Bucky slowly pulled from inside you and released his load against your stomach. You arched your back and moaned at the intoxicating feeling of his release against your skin. It was oddly cold.

You were breathless and tired. Bucky was also as he laid beside you. You laughed nervously and turned your head to press a longing kiss to his lips.

"Happy you finally gave into it?" Bucky smirked into your kiss.

You smiled and pulled back, "Yes, are you?"

His smile said enough.

a/n: im so sorry i haven't been as active on here!! i've been doing a lot of reading lately more so than writing! also how would yall feel about some acotar fics?? ehh?? maybe?? i've been really thinking about writing some azriel fics! if that's something you guys wanna read, please let me know! i love you guys mwah! — angelina.

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narcissisticmf · 4 months

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merry christmas and happy holidays, everyone!! i hope you enjoy this wonderful time with all your friends, family and loved ones. more fics are coming soon, i promise! xx.

be safe, have a great holiday and treat people with kindness! — angelina.

#christmas #merry christmas #happy holidays #i love you all

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narcissisticmf · 6 months

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say don't go | aragorn x fem!reader

description: getting ready to leave for battle leads to an unexpected conversation.

trigger warnings: angst, mentions of violence, some sexism, daughter of gandalf!reader, witch!reader, etc. read at your own risk.

word count: <1k

You squeezed through the many bodies of men that were amongst the camp. Searching for Aragorn, your tired eyes bounced from tent to tent, hoping he would appear eventually.

Across the camp, Aragorn was saddling his horse. You took the opportunity to approach him as he was seeming to be leaving somewhere in secret; without Legolas and Gimli, more evidently.. without you (you observed).

"You're leaving?" You questioned with a subtly firmness which you did not intend.

Aragorn saw you, eyes locked for a moment before parting his lips to speak, "This I must do alone, Y/N."

You nearly rolled your eyes, but fought yourself from doing so and remained still. The crickets sung, filling the silence between the both of you. He stared at you with reluctance, but continued to saddle his horse.

"So you're no longer the ranger from the North, are you?" You questioned and looked at you. "You are the King of Gondor.. protecting his people, is that right?"

"Y/N, I need you here protecting these warriors. You are more powerful than any of us all together," Aragorn explained, stepping toward you away from the stallion. "I am leaving to summon an army that will defend us, we do not have the numbers and you know that."

"That is precisely why I should be going with you, you'll die back there," You stated, blankly.

"I do not fear death," He replied.

"You have far too much pride, Aragorn," You whispered, lowly.

"You will stay here and protect these men," He ignored your insult.

"That is what I am to do? Stay here and watch you go?" You bit off, frustratedly.

"I must do this alone, Y/N," Aragorn repeated more what felt like the hundredth time that evening.

You were beyond frustrated now. It felt as though you were conversing with a stone wall. Aragorn never doubted your abilities and your magic, but now it felt like you were merely a woman being told to stand back while a man took care of other matters of business.

Unaware of your emotions, your eyes filled with tears and became red. You were angry more than anything and reached your hand up into a fist. Aragorn watched you with a furrow in his brow. His pupils large as he slowly gripped your wrist, ever so gently.

"Tell me to stay," Aragorn spoke softly to you as you looked to him with an emotionless expression, though tears continued to fall. "Say don't go," He added.

"I cannot tell you that," You replied, wanting more than anything to.

"I don't understand," Aragorn lowered your hand as it was no longer balled in a fist. "A moment ago you are angry that I go alone, now you tell me you can't say you don't wish for me to leave."

"What I want is to join you, Aragorn," You told him with pure vexation. "I never felt like just a hopeless woman with you until this very moment. I cannot tell you to stay, but I can come with you. I can make sure that you do not end up dead."

Aragorn stared at you for a moment longer before his lips curved into a soft smile, "You're almost as stubborn as Gandalf."

"I learned from the best," You whispered and a snicker left your lips shortly after. "Don't unsuspect that Legolas and Gimli won't be coming along as well," You warned with a small, thin smile.

Aragorn's lips curved into a pleasing smile in response.

a/n: i don't know how i feel about this. is it good?? idk how to feel!! needless to say, i hope you enjoyed this sweetpeas! this is my first lotr fic and i'll definitely be doing more! mwah! be safe and happy (almost) halloween! <33 — angelina.

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persistence | bellamy blake x gn!reader

description: training with bellamy.

trigger warnings: some seductive behavior, gun usage, fluff, etc. read at your own risk.

word count: <1k

Holding the shot gun close against your right shoulder, you aimed it towards the wooden target outside. You'd been the only one training that afternoon, everyone else was at lunch. You closed your left eye and tried your best to hit the center of the target. You pulled the trigger and missed it, the bullet drove through the wood several inches away from the center.

You released a grunt and tossed the gun against the grass and dirt, frustratedly. You kicked a rock that was by your feet as you clenched your jaw. Placing your hands against your hips, you stood still for a moment, staring at the target for a while; as if it would give you the answer as to how to shoot the center of it.

"It's really not that complicated," Bellamy's voice was heard from behind you.

You parted your lips and released a soft breath, uninterested in his instruction. "I almost had it," You avoided eye contact and reached down to lift up the shot gun, holding it tightly against your shoulder again.

Bellamy stood behind you, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched you for a moment. His eyes squinted subtly due to the brightness of the sun.

You pulled the trigger and missed by a hair again. You sighed, quietly.

"Hold it up again," Bellamy instructed, walking towards you.

"I don't need your help," You replied, looking back to him.

"Just hold it," He said, not phased by your attitude. You looked ahead at the target and held up the gun again. Bellamy's hands slowly moved around to your arms to fix their position. You could feel his breath fanning against your neck. The closeness caused a lump to develop in your throat, unable to speak.

"Yeah.." Bellamy cleared his throat and stepped back, awkwardly. "Like that," He nodded.

You felt your grip against the gun loosen from the sweat that produced in the palms of your hands. Swallowing thickly, you pulled yourself back into focus and closed your left eye again. Bellamy stood at your side and watched as you pulled the trigger.

The bullet swiftly moved through the red painted dot against the wood carved into a circle. You smiled widely as you stared at the hole in the middle of the target.

"I did it!" You laughed, almost baffled that you were capable of doing it. You turned to see Bellamy and he was smiling at you. That was something he didn't always do often, but when he did it was beautiful.

"I told you it wasn't that complicated," He smiled. "It's all in how you hold it."

"Thanks, Bellamy," You grinned.

He simply nodded with a smile to his lips.

a/n: hi, darlings!! so i just started watching the 100 and it's honestly so good! i hope that i captured bellamy's character well here and if i didn't, i'm sorry 😭 i'm still learning his character! love you guys mwah! — angelina

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narcissisticmf · 9 months

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arrangement | loki x fem!reader

description: y/n is betrothed to thor, an arrangement made my odin so that asgard may have a queen to rule beside his first born. there is just one problem. y/n does not love thor, not the way she loves loki.

trigger warnings: forced marriage, mentions of anxiety, angst, fluff, etc. read at your own risk.

word count: 1.2k

The heels of your glass shoes clicked along the marble flooring of the palace. Your breathing hastened as you led yourself down the candle-lit corridor. Passing by several guards, as well as servants, you eventually came to the library that was at the end of the hall.

"Loki," You breathed out seeing as he was seated upon a chair, beside a crackling fire with a book set in his lap. His lanky fingers holding it effortlessly.

"Lady Y/N," He greeted without raising his eyes from the pages.

The library was grand as you took a quick scan to see if anyone else was present, to your luck it remained vacant apart from you and Loki. You swiftly grabbed the grand doors and latched them shut, giving the both of you privacy.

"I must have a word with you," You let your feet cross the room, to stand before him as he stared blankly at your feet for a few moments. He took a minute before closing his book and placing it onto the low table before him. He stood up and towered before you, standing a mere three feet from you.

Loki pressed his lips together and gestured his hands to allow you to take the floor.

"I am to marry Thor tomorrow evening," You whispered into the air as though it were some huge announcement, but in truth this was something the entirety of Asgard knew for months.

"Are you? I didn't realize," Loki replied, sarcastically.

"I love you," You stated in a single breath.

"No, you don't," Loki shook his head, tears burning his eyes but he dared not to let them slip. He closed his eyes for a moment to lowered his head before returning to meet your gaze.

"How can you say such a thing?" Your voice was breathy.

"Because, Y/N, you are to marry my brother. We wouldn't stand a chance at any form of a shared life together so we must end this now. We must because we have to," Loki's voice echoed beautifully about the library. The crackling fire was comforting in the background as the candles continued to flicker in the dim room. Crickets sung just outside the palace, creating the perfect ambience for such a solemn moment.

"I do not love Thor!" Your voice broke.

"But you do love Asgard," Loki was soft spoken, probably the most soft spoken person in all the nine realms. "And you will do anything for its people," he added after a pause.

You sucked in a breath before releasing it. There was a stillness for a little while.

"If I wed your brother it will bind me and you together for eternity," You lowered your voice as tears glazed across your eyes. "And I will spend everyday of my marriage, wanting you.. dreaming of you," You shakily breathed in, "Dreading the day when my last thread of honour finally snaps. Is that the future that you want for us? For your brother?"

Loki stared at you with astonishment as he was at a loss for words, unknowing of what to say in response.

Beyond the doors to the library were footsteps, you thought you had heard Thor's voice. You released a gentle breath and stepped closer to Loki as he stared down at you with a gentle scrunch in his brows.

"I must go," You whispered lowly.

His lips parted as you thought he was going to say something else, but you were already exiting the library, leaving him stood there alone, stupefied.

"Father?" Loki entered the throne room as Odin sat overlooking the empty space.

"Loki," Odin exhaled.

"Might I have a word?" Loki asked.

He motioned his guards away, "Leave us."

Once the room was completely empty of ears, Odin stepped down from his chair, using the support from his scepter as he made an attempt to reach his son. Loki stood as the Allfather approached him.

"Why have you chosen Lady Y/N for Thor?" Loki breathed out, as though it took more energy than anything else in the world to say.

"Lady Y/N will rule beside Thor quite nicely. They will create balance and peace across the nine realms, I am certain of it," Odin explained.

"What about Lady Sif? Her and Thor share more similarities than he and Y/N," Loki replied.

"Lady Sif is a warrior, she must fight for Asgard on the ground while Lady Y/N will lead the battles," Odin stated.

"Father," Loki breathed. "Please reconsider your decision," he begged; the God of mischief was not one to beg. "I love her, I truly love her and if you do this, if you decide to do this, I will lose her in every way that I do not want to lose her. Thor does not love her and she will spend her marriage, her entire life in a loveless match. It is not what she wishes, Father."

"The wedding is tomorrow evening, my son," Odin explained. "The arrangements have been made, we cannot turn back now."

"You are the Allfather, you can do as you wish, whatever the circumstances," Loki was beginning to tremble, in great fear that he would be unable to change Odin's mind.

Odin was silent for what felt like forever. He could see that his son was truly distraught by the situation and felt pity for him.

"Very well, I will see to putting an end to the wedding," He said, hastily.

Loki's lips parted as he nodded his head, bewildered that his father actually listened to him. "Thank you, Father," He lowered his head, bowing politely before leaving the throne room with a smile to his face.

Scurrying through the corridors of the palace in a pair of boots, having come back from a horse ride, you entered the library to see Loki reading, yet again in the broad of daylight.

"How did you convince him?" You questioned, referring to the wedding having been canceled.

"He is my father.. well adoptive father anyway, but over the years I have been able to pick up a few things," Loki lifted his eyes from his book and gave you a thin smile.

"Thank you," You whispered.

Loki said nothing in response and instead, pushed himself up off the chair he sat in, placing his book on the low table and walked towards you. You followed him with your loving gaze as he towered before you. He smiled and cupped your face with his large hands, allowing you to lean your head back, pressing his lips against yours in the sweetest of motions.

You placed your hands at his sides, molding your lips against his warmly, admiring the taste of him. He smiled into your mouth as you had done the same. Loki pulled back and grinned down at you, lovingly.

"I love you too," He whispered, his lips dragging across your cheek, close to your ear.

"I know you do," You whispered back with a happy smile.

a/n: this has been something i've wanted to write for a while! i feel like i could do more if it was a full on book, but i thought this was kinda cute and a little angsty! lmk if you guys liked this! i had fun writing it!! tysm for your support, you guys are amazing. be safe, my lovelies. <3 — angelina.

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swim | benedict bridgerton x fem!reader

description: on your honeymoon, you and benedict decide to have a picnic beside a lake, which leads to his desire for a swim.

trigger warnings: nudity, seductive behavior, fluff, suggestive/implied smut, etc. please do not proceed in reading if you are under the age of 18. thank you.

word count: <1k

The sun was setting as you and Benedict were laying against a blanket, against the soft grass. You gently ran your fingers across the greenery amongst the ground, letting it tickle your fingertips. Your eyes grew weary as you gazed at the thin clouds in the orangey, pink sky.

In front of a babbling river stream, you listened to the soft movements in the water. Fish popping up here and there and water running across a line of rocks. You were wearing a long, floral sun dress.

"If I had the choice to stay here forever, I think I would," You admitted in a sigh.

Benedict's lips curved into his famous lopsided grin, you could hear it without even looking in his direction. "Me too," He agreed. He was sitting up with his hands folded, arms around his bent legs. "I don't suppose you'd wanna go for a swim?" Benedict grinned cheekily and poked your side, making you chuckle softly.

You turned to look up to him with blown out pupils. He was mesmerized by your beauty as you laid there so comfortably.

"I would hate to ruin your moment of peace and tranquility.." Benedict started and moved so he could hover over you, his free hand holding himself up on the other side of you. You were trapped beneath him now as he lowered his head to gently kiss your jawline. "But.." He breathed out, "I'd like to go for a swim with you."

"I must admit," You smiled. "You are very persistent, it is hard to say no."

"So is that a yes?" Benedict smiled, pulling his head back to stare at you lovingly. His other hand cupped your face, caressing the apple of your cheek with the pad of his thumb.

You nodded softly as he smiled like a school boy, rising to his feet as he begun to remove his clothing. You laughed as he was acting so frantic to get out of his attire, as though the water would dry out if the two of you hadn't been quick enough.

"Ben!" You laughed as he struggled to get his shoes off. "You can slow down, the water isn't going anywhere!"

Benedict smiled as soon as he became fully undraped, scurrying across the soft grass to leap into the cool water. You watched him with so much glee in your eyes. You took your time removing your dress, corset and stockings, as well as your boots. You laid all your clothes onto the blanket once you were completely uncladded.

"Come on, Mrs. Bridgerton!" Benedict smiled as his head was aboved the water, waving his hands so you would follow him.

"Is it cold?" You asked on your way toward the water.

"Refreshing," He grinned as he watched you jump in, splashing his face with the water lightly. He was laughing.

You kicked your feet to the surface of the water and smiled widely, so much so that your cheeks begun to sore. The water was cool against your skin, utterly perfect and — as Benedict described — refreshing.

His arms snuck around your waist as yours fell, resting across his shoulders and upper back. You let your nose brush against his cheek as your faces were centimeters apart.

"I never noticed.." He whispered, dreamily.

"What?" You smiled.

Once he noticed you were caught off guard, he smiled mischievously and lifted your waist tossing you further back into the water. He was cackling loudly as you yelped as soon as you hit the water again.

"You idiot!" You scolded once you resurfaced.

"Aww.. what're you to do, darling? Gonna tell my mother?" Benedict pulled his lips into a forced frown.

"I very well just might!" You grumbled.

Benedict couldn't take you serious as he swam towards you, smiling brightly.

"No, stay over there," You pushed the water to splash his face. He was laughing as he wiped his eyes with one hand and snuck the other around your waist lowly. He moved his hand from his face and held you tightly with both arms.

"You're absolutely adorable when you're frustrated," Benedict whispered into your ear as his hands moved down to your bum, gripping your cheeks softly. You sucked in a sharp breath, eyes wide.

"Benedict," You whispered, squeezing his shoulders.

"What? I'm just appreciating your body," He snickered, with that most beautiful crooked smile.

You returned a smile and cupped his face, putting your lips to his softly. A rumble of thunder was heard in the distant skies, but that didn't stop either of you from pulling away. Out of nowhere, grey clouds darkened the sky and rain began to pour, hitting the tops of your heads with high pressure.

Pulling back from Benedict's kiss, you looked up at the sky with parted lips. He did as well, but his gaze at the dark clouds didn't last very long. He looked back to you and pressed warm kisses to your exposed neck, making you smile dreamily. Your fingers tangled in his wet hair, breathing softly.

"We should probably go back to the house," You muttered in a whisper.

Benedict smiled against your skin and you knew there was no stopping him now; and you were comfortable with that.

a/n: this is the cutest thing i think i've ever written 🥺 i love it so much!! i hope you enjoyed reading this as much as i had fun writing it! if you'd like more bridgerton content, PLEASE let me know! i'd love to write more for this fandom! thank you so much for reading, i hope you enjoyed! be safe, my darlings. <33 — angelina.

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draw me | benedict bridgerton x fem!reader

description: you ask benedict to draw you, wearing almost nothing.

trigger warnings: nudity, sexual content, seductive behavior, oral sex, etc. please do not proceed in reading if you are under the age of 18.

word count: 1.8k

You walked through the halls with servants of the Bridgerton family, standing outside the opened door to Benedict's study, where he was working behind a canvas.

"You have a caller, Mr. Bridgerton," Stated the servant, bowing his head. You walked into the room, in a silk dress, a silver chain was dangling beautifully around your neck. You stared at Benedict with a soft expression, eyes gentle and calm.

"Leave us," Benedict offered a generous grin to his servants as they left the room, latching the door shut behind them. You continued gazing at him, never turning away, not even once.

"Am I too early? I didn't realize you were already working on something else," You explained as he stared at you with the utmost loving gaze.

"No, not at all, please, have a seat," He gestured to the sofa beside you. "Can I get you a drink?" Benedict asked politely after you planted your bottom against the soft cushions.

"I'm quite well for now, thank you," You admitted.

"Shall we get started then?" He smiled. You nodded softly. "I'd like you to lay down, on your back," He instructed as you did as told, you followed every word that he spoke. Your stomach bubbled with ease and excitement.

Benedict stared at you for a little while, his fingers gripping his chin as his eyes squinted, scanning your body's position. He walked over to you with a gentle demeanor.

"Permission to touch you?" He asked as he looked at you, his gaze never broke from you.

You looked up to him and nodded softly, "Yes."

Benedict gently grasped your wrist and moved your arm to lay against the top of your head. He stepped back and examined your position, smiling.

"Benedict?" You called softly after he had turned around to head back to his canvas, that was propped up on an easel. He turned around with asked 'what' with his eyes, pupils blown out.

"Might I make a small suggestion?" You asked and he nodded. "Wouldn't the image be more raw if my form wasn't so.. cladded?"

Benedict did his best to fight the growing smile. He agreed to your suggestion, as long as you were alright and comfortable. He made sure that you were one hundred percent on board with it.

After confirming your wishes, you stood up from the sofa and lifted the dress from the bottom, over your head, tossing the silk material across the room, beside the windows. You removed all your undergarments, and soon became completely vulnerable. Your breasts laid naturally against your ribcage. Benedict admired you, his eyes traveling up and down your exposed body.

You laid back against the sofa and fixed yourself to be in the form which Benedict had you in moments ago. All that was against your skin was a silver chain. Your hair was down and curled, the way your servants did it the morning of.

Benedict did his best to fight the smile that was against his lips. You smiled softly, but soon it ceased, wanting to keep a serious expression for the final product of the piece.

"Does an artist often blush when drawing one of their subjects?" You grinned mischievously as Benedict let out a small giggle.

"Shh," He hushed you and continued painting away. He managed to get every curve, every beautiful detail amongst your body, matching your skintone perfectly. He even got the subtle glassiness in your eyes and the way the sunlight reflected against your body and about the room.

You were unsure if it was the temperature of the room or the fact that you were at your most vulnerable in front of a man, but your nipples hardened and Benedict took notice of this. He smirked, a lopsided one and stared at you for a moment, ceasing his motions of the paintbrush.

"Are you cold?" He questioned.

"Uhm, no, why?" You asked.

"'Tis my duty as the artist to make sure that my subject is comfortable and satisfied in all ways possible," He replied with a grin.

You smiled softly as you watched him continue to illustrate. He was so focused, looking to you and back at the canvas every few seconds.

Finishing the image, Benedict smiled and turned his easel around so that you could see it. Your lips curved into a grin as you saw how beautiful the painting was.

"It's beautiful, Benedict," You replied, still lying there, unclothed.

"Thank you, Miss. Y/N," He replied with a smug grin as he stared at you, admiring your body. "Will you.. uhm.. be getting back into your dress now?"

You stared at him for a moment, thinking. "If you wish it," You whispered.

"I certainly do not, but do you?" Benedict asked.

"No," You replied quickly. He smiled, his most famous lopsided grin. You slowly arose from the sofa and noticed how Benedict's eyes were glued to you. You walked towards him and noticed he was backing into the bookshelf behind him, pressing his hands against it, for leverage.

"Permission to touch you, Miss. Y/L/N?" He breathed out, almost desperate.

You leaned forward to whisper into his ear, "Yes."

Benedict hastily wrapped his arms lowly around your waist and pressed his lips to yours. You cupped his face and molded your lips with his perfectly. He tasted of brandy and mint. His hands moved down your bare back and towards your bum, gripping your cheeks softly. You released a whimper against his mouth as you pulled back, resting your chin to his shoulder. Your lips parted, to allow soft whines and moans to escape. Benedict moved his lips down your neck and across your shoulder, burying his face into your skin.

He slowly stepped forward, guiding you to the sofa you'd be lying on while Benedict was painting. You sat against it while he begun to remove his coat, tossing it beside your silk dress. You stared at him, eyeing his body up and down. He smirked and removed his suspenders, then his blouse overhead, tossing it to the side. He unzipped the side of his pants and kicked them off effortlessly. Soon, he was left is absolutely nothing.

The sun was setting outside, creating a beautiful reflection of light against Benedict's skin. You smiled as he walked towards the couch, leaning down to press his lips to yours. You kissed him back and gripped his biceps, pushing him to sit beside you. You wasted no time and straddled his waist, draping your arms around his neck, molding your lips perfectly against his.

You'd forgotten about everything; the servants just outside the door, the painting, the fact that your actions were so scandalous that both your life and Benedict's could be ruined if anyone found out. You were focused on him and only him, it was tranquil and comfortable. You felt safer than you had in a long time.

Benedict's hands were holding your sides, slowly dragging his fingers to your back, tracing your skin lightly. You moved your hips with his softly, making him groan quietly into your mouth.

Without taking his lips from yours, he pushed your to lay against your back, so that he was on top of you. You pressed your fingers against his face, engrossed in the taste of him.

Benedict pulled back to admire your body a little long. He noticed how hardened your nipples had become. He lowered his head, without breaking eye contact and placed his lips around your left breast, sucking on your nipple. You whimpered, leaning your head back as the arousal begun to stick to your inner thighs. His eyes were on you the entire time. He moved from your left to your right, repeating the same actions.

You leaned your head back against the cushions, releasing moans that were soon suppressed by Benedict's palm. You closed your eyes and used on hand to push through his hair, gripping it softly.

He dragged his wet lips down your stomach, around your navel and towards your heat. You released a shaky breath as his breath fanned against you. You slowly spread your legs to make it easier access for him. He slipped one finger into your mouth, making you blink in surprise.

"Suck on it. We don't want any unwanted ears hearing us, do we?" Benedict stated as he looked up to you, only raising his eyes. You nodded and begun to suck on his finger, hoping it would be enough to keep you quiet.

He pressed his mouth against your private, using his tongue to toy with your folds. It took a lot for you to keep quiet, but luckily his finger was doing the trick. You closed your eyes as let the feeling consume you. You wrapped your legs around Benedict's shoulders as he moved his lips and tongue against your strings.

Despite his finger keeping you silenced, there was still a beautiful melody within your whines that escaped into the atmosphere.

After a little while, Benedict arose and removed his finger from your mouth, using it to softly graze across your folds. You bit your tongue, having no desire for anyone to hear, but there was adrenaline in that, in knowing you could be caught or heard.

Benedict was on top of you, yet again and held your side with one hand, pressing his lips against yours. You hummed at the taste of your own heat, finding it sweet yet savory at the same time.

You felt Benedict slip effortlessly inside of you. You gasped into his mouth, feeling so many ecstasies all at once. He moved his hips to and fro, feeling how loose you'd been. The comfort in him and his actions was unlike anything you'd ever felt before or experienced.

"Benedict.." You moaned into his mouth as he continued his motions. He was a moaning mess as well, perhaps that was why he was kissing you the whole time.

"You feel absolutely wonderful, Y/N," Benedict whispered through a broken moan.

You had locked eyes with him, as the two of you became close to undoing. You felt your stomach unravel all the knots, reaching your climax. Benedict swiftly pulled out of you, releasing his sticky load against your stomach.

You were both out of breath as he smiled down at you, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek. He reached onto the ground to grab a cloth, gently wiping his essence off of you. He was sure to be careful, knowing that you must've been sensitive.

"That was perfect," You whispered, taking notice that the sun was already set and the moon was the only think illuminating the darkness of night.

Benedict smiled, chuckling lightly as he pressed a warm kiss to the corner of your mouth, "Perhaps, we should do this again sometime."

Smiling, you nodded.

a/n: hi, cuties!! so i just started watching bridgerton and i absolutely LOVE benedict! he's the sweetest character that i think i've ever seen and couldn't wait to write something for him! i'm sorry i haven't been posting much, work has been really crazy as well as my mental health. i hope you're all doing good! thank you so much for reading! — angelina. <33

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injured | avengers x fem!reader

description: y/n is hurt during a mission.

trigger warnings: vivid description of minor injuries, foul language, graphic violence, blood, etc. read at your own risk.

word count: <1k

Using dual swords, you swung them to and fro at oncoming agents of Hydra. You had been on a mission with the Avengers to retrieve some stolen Shield weapons. It was in the midst of Summer, in a woodsy area outside a large old-looking building.

Sweat dripped down along the sides of your face as you swung your swords across a Hydra agent's chest. He let out a deep grunt and fell to the ground, as blood spewed out from his shirt and upon the ground.

You breathed heavily, growing weary but still trying to get through the mission. Quickly dodging a punch from one of Hydra's agents, you stepped back and knelt down to swing both of your swords at his legs, cutting into his leather pants. He blinked twice at you before falling to the ground in pain.

Running through the maze of trees, you caught sight of Natasha who was fighting five agents. You ran to help her, but hadn't noticed a jeep-like vehicle was heading your way. It knocked you off your feet, striking you in the hip. You were tossed a few yards from where it hit the breaks, slamming into a tree trunk. A loose branch from the tree fell right onto your leg, against your kneecap.

You let out a grunt, "Fuck.." Holding your leg with your hand, you breathed irregularly trying to push the branch off, but it was heavy and you were far too weak.

"Lady Y/N, are you alright?" Thor's voice was heard in your ear piece.

"No," You groaned, making a horrible attempt at getting the tree branch off. Your dual swords were on the ground, a few feet away from you, having slipped from your grasp after you fell.

"I'm coming, Y/N," Nat stated, heard from your ear piece. She hurried towards you, after having taken out those Hydra agents and saw you were visibly in pain. You saw her coming and pressed your lips together, trying to suppress the pain that was shooting throughout your entire body, but more at your knee that seemed to have twisted out of place against the branch hit you.

"Oh God.." She mumbled and grabbed the branch, tossing it off your leg. Despite having long pants on, she could see that it was out of its place, pushed a bit lower.

"I can't move it," You grunted as she draped one of your arms around her shoulders, helping you stand.

"I'm gonna get you back to the quinjet," She informed and carefully grabbed your dual swords, slipping them into your back holder. You nodded and limped through the trees with Nat beside you, trying to avoid any Hydra agents towards where the quinjet sat.

"Jesus.. it hurts, Nat," You whispered as the two of you made it to the jet.

"I know, just try not to do anything with it until we finish up here," She instructed as she gently helped you sit on one of the benches inside the jet.

"Okay," You nodded, breathing shakily.

Everyone came back to the jet eventually with all the stolen weapons, everyone looked exhausted and banged up physically.

"How you holding up, Y/N?" Steve asked as he walked towards you.

"Fabulous," You spoke through your clenched teeth, trying to contain how much pain you were feeling.

"Don't worry, princess, your savior is here," Tony walked in not long after, disengaging his suit. You rolled your eyes as he knelt before you, holding your injured leg examining it first.

You winced, trying to avoid looking at it. Steve squeezed your shoulder comfortingly.

"I think it's dislocated," You mumbled.

Tony nodded, "This is gonna hurt like a bitch. On three, okay?" You sucked in a breath and closed your eyes. "One.." Before Tony even finished counting, he popped your kneecap back into place with little effort.

"Shit," You hissed as you opened your eyes and looked ahead at him, "What happened to two and three?" You breathed quickly, still in minor pain.

"Here, tie this around it for now, until we get back to the Compound," Sam tossed a small rag over to Tony as he swiftly wrapped it around your injury.

"It doesn't hurt as bad when you don't see it coming," Tony shrugged.

"Thanks," You breathed out. Steve patted your shoulder as Tony grinned stupidly at you.

a/n: hi, angels! so my knee really hurts and it kind of inspired this so i hope you liked it! i kinda love the injured!reader fics, i think they're so wholesome and sweet. i finally finished my spring semester so hopefully i'll be able to put more stuff out more frequently! i love you guys sm. thanks for reading! — angelina. <;33

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the beach | sturniolo triplets x gn!reader

description: a day at the beach ft. y/n & the triplets.

trigger warnings: mostly fluff, subtle mentions of anxiety, etc. read at your own risk.

word count: 1.1k

The sun kissed the light waves upon the salty water as well as the glistening sand, it sparkled with the reflection from the sun's rays. You sitting against a beach chair under an umbrella, a bucket hat over your hair and sunglasses over your eyes.

Sweat dripped down along the bridge of your nose, causing the sunglasses to slip down. You found yourself constantly pushing them back up as you had an opened book in your lap, earbuds were stuck in your ears as the audiobook played; it motivated you more to keep reading.

Matt and Chris were in the water, splashing around together as Nick was building some sandcastles close to where you were seated. The sounds of their laughter made you smile to yourself as you continued reading.

The wind was blowing nicely, allowing just a sliver of a moment where the sweating stopped. You flickered your gaze up to watch the three of them for a minute. They looked so happy and free. It surprised you how such a simple place could bring out the most excitement in people.

"Y/N/N, are you hungry?" Nick was asking as you paused the audiobook from your phone, taking the earbuds out and closing your book.

"Yeah, I could eat," You shrugged, tossing your book into your tote bag that was sitting against the sand, beside your chair.

"Matt, Chris!" Nick called over the wind as his two brothers looked over. "Y/N and I are hungry! We wanna get something to eat! Are you coming?"

Chris gave Nick a thumbs up as the two of them started to get out of the water. They started walking towards you and Nick, grabbing a couple towels to dry themselves off.

With the four of you carrying your beach stuff back to the car, you tossed everything into the trunk before heading to the boardwalk, just beside the beach. It was still stupidly hot as you all tried to find a spot to get some food. There were tons of people around, but luckily they were all too busy doing their own thing to recognize any of you.

"I'm in the mood for pizza," Matt commented as you all agreed. "That place looks good," He pointed down the boardwalk to the left, an open, outdoor pizza restaurant. You all decided on going there and it wasn't long before you got your food.

You and Nick saved a table for the four of you while Matt and Chris ordered your food.

"It's so hot," You grumbled.

"I know, it's kinda disgusting," Nick replied.

You nodded in agreement as Matt and Chris came back with four slices of pizza and a large basket of fries for you all to share.

"We should go shopping after," You suggested and started eating your piece. Chris sat beside Nick and Matt was next to you; you and Nick were across from each other. "Mostly because the stores have air conditioning," You chuckled softly with your mouth full of food.

"I second that," Chris nodded.

The smell of popcorn and funnel cake filled the air, mixed with the saltiness coming off the beach. Despite how hot it was, you were relaxed being around your best friends. There was a cool breeze hitting you as you were under an umbrella, it put a short stop to the sweat that was dripping along the sides of your face and behind your neck.

Walking along the boardwalk again, you were going in store after store, mindlessly looking across the things they had for sale. Some of them were smaller-run businesses, making handmade clothes or trinkets. You were with Matt looking through some of the handmade jewelry one of the stores hand.

"This ring is sick.." You mumbled as you pointed to it as it was resting inside a box, with foam along the bottom, atop a wooden table.

"You should get it," He suggested as he was looking at the necklaces.

"Mm.." You hummed thinking about it.

Across the store, something caught your attention. You walked towards it, without informing Matt, and saw that there were crystal bracelets. You examined them and their style, seeing that they were very beautiful. You decided to pick out three of them for Matt, Nick and Chris.

For Nick, you picked green aventurine. You examine the meaning of the crystal and saw it meant confidence, vitality and growth, that screamed Nick to you.

For Chris, you picked obsidian. It meant protection and got rid of any negativity. That was something you wanted Chris to always have.

For Matt, you decided to get him amethyst which would get rid of any anxiety and calm the mind. He has always opened up to you about that, how anxious he would get from time to time, so you thought it was the perfect one for him.

You made an attempt to be as clandestine as you could, buying them without the three of them knowing. Once you did, you made sure to keep the small bag hidden from their view.

"Hey, what'd you get?" Chris asked as he saw you walking away from the register with a small paper bag.

"Just a necklace," You shrugged it off with a small smile.

"Nice," He nodded with a smile.

Back at their house in Boston, you helped them unpack the van, putting the beach chairs back in their garage and unloading the cooler, pouring the ice out of it. Once you all got inside and showered, putting on some comfy clothes, you were all in the kitchen sharing a couple sodas.

"Oh, I almost forgot.." You slipped out of your chair around the counter and went into Nick's room to fumble through your tote, finding the paper bag with the bracelets in them.

"Here, I got you guys something," You smiled and reached into the paper to hand them each their bracelets. "The meanings of the crystals are on that piece of cardboard on them," You informed.

They looked very happy and grateful that you were thinking of them during a small shopping trip.

"These are so cool, Y/N/N," Chris stated with a smile.

"Oh my God, I love it. I'm gonna wear it everyday," Nick grinned and pulled you into a side hug as you returned the gesture.

"Thanks, Y/N," Matt smiled, you could tell he was truly happy.

"Of course," You grinned, "I thought they matched you each perfectly."

You ended the day watching some movies with them in their living room, on the couch with some bowls of popcorn and other candies. It was one of the nicest days you'd had in a while.

a/n: hi, angels! so here on the east coast it's been absolutely fucking HOT and i hate the heat but it inspired me to write this cute little thing! there wasn't much of a plot, i hope you don't mind, i just wanted to capture some fun platonic stuff with the triplets! i love you all so much mwah! — angelina.

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unsaid | dean winchester x fem!reader

request: "Heyyy, idk of ur requests are open but if they are can u please write a dean Winchester x ex girlfriend smut who is a hunter and who dean is still not over. Sam and Dean rescue her from a vampire nest and dean is angry and worried after her and she's all like "stop acting like you care" and he says something like I'll show u how much I care" + angst + kinda enemies x lovers + dark dean? + marking ; ( set in early seasons llke;1,2,3)" from anonymous

description: after nearly losing y/n to a nest of vampires, her and dean quarrel which leads to something more.

trigger warnings: angst, gun usage, sexual content, seductive behavior, arguing, foul language, marking, oral sex, unprotected sex, etc. please do not proceed in reading if you are under the age of 18.

word count: 2.5k

With your wrists tied tightly in thick rope, you could smell the blood that seeped out from your bruised skin as you were beginning to regain consciousness. You found yourself in a dark room, the only light that shone was from the subtle crack of the door. You were held against a wooden pillar, the rope wasn't giving in as you tried to free yourself.

Your machete was lying against a coffee table in the middle of the room. You lifted your head to see a small group of people coming in through the slightly opened door.

Squinting your eyes, you saw them coming closer dressed in Mick Jagger styled clothing. You parted your lips and stared at them as them headed towards you, strutting as though they were at the top of the hierarchy of monsters.

"You're the morons that jumped me?! You look like a bunch of high school rejects," You laughed as they surrounded you, most of them were men and a few of them were women.

"I'd be careful what you say next, honey," The tallest of them lowered his head to whisper in your ear. You quickly went from laughing to rage, flaring your nostrils as you glared at them.

"Or what? You'll kill me? How original," You snapped.

"We could, but that wouldn't be as fun as watching you bleed out.. dry," He stood up straight and smiled, fangs beginning to push through his gums.

The whole time you had been attempting to pull out your pocketknife from your back pocket, so the more you spoke the more distracted they were to these actions.

"Not very smart," You replied. You used your left hand to reach into your right back pocket, where the knife sat.

"Why's that?" He questioned with a chuckle.

"Well the longer you let me sit here, the longer it'll take me to find a way out," You stated. His face dropped, but his fangs were still out. You were able to grab the pocketknife, flip it open and cut through the rope the whole time, without their acknowledgment.

The sound of the door being kicked open made you all turn your heads to see who was there and to your lucky surprise, it was the Winchesters. You smirked subtly as the vampires rushed towards them which gave you time to cut yourself free.

Once you freed yourself, you hurried across the room and lunged for your machete that was sitting on the coffee table. You snatched it by the handle and hurried towards the vampires. You swung it at one of their necks, decapitating one of them to see Sam standing before you.

"Thanks for backing me up," You spoke quickly.

"No problem," Sam replied.

You turned to see Dean taking on three vampires, so you went to his assistance and swung your blade across one's neck, beheading them effortlessly. It didn't take long before you all had wiped out the entire nest.

Walking along the grass, you were beside Sam as Dean followed. You were still tired from being knocked out and the bruises were still upon your wrists, along with the blood that seemed to have dried by now.

"You could've been killed, Y/N/N," Dean finally spoke as you stopped in your tracks and turned to look at him.

"Don't act like you give a rat's ass about me, Dean," You grumbled. Sam awkwardly climbed into the Impala as you and his brother began to argue.

"I do care!" Dean defended. "Despite what happened between you and me a long time ago, I don't ever wanna see you hurt or worse."

You clenched your jaw and stared at him with exhausted eyes. "I can take care of myself," You replied.

"I never said you couldn't," Dean said.

"But you implied it."

"No, I didn't, actually."

"Yes, you did."

The two of you were stubborn as mules. You stood there, staring at him blankly for a while as stillness filled the atmosphere. The only sound came from crickets singing and frogs croaking. A subtle thunder rumbled in the distant skies.

"Just.. take me back to the motel I'm staying at, it's the Riverside Peak," You whispered, no desire to argue any longer.

Dean said nothing and walked towards the Impala, you headed towards the car and got into the backseat. You released a gentle breath and remembered the few times you had road with the Winchesters in their most luxurious vehicle.

Your dirty fingertips grazed over the leather seat, replaying a few memories you and Dean shared in the back of his car.

The rumble of the engine pulled you from your thoughts.

Once Dean pulled up to the motel room you were staying in, you climbed out of the car and looked through the passenger window at the two of them.

"Thanks again for helping me out, I owe you one," Your lips formed a thin smile as the two of them waved you off.

"We'll be in touch," Sam replied. You nodded and walked towards the door to your room, unlocking it with the key and walking inside. You latched the door shut and listened to the Impala's engine driving off.

You dragged your feet towards the bathroom to have a shower, the feeling of blood and dirt against your skin wasn't one you liked to sleep with. You took a longer shower than normal that night, letting the hot water run down your skin. Goosebumps arose along the surface of your arms and legs as you stood there, beneath the steaming hot water.

The water eased the pain of your wounds the longer you stood in there. With your back facing the showerhead, you leaned your head back to let more of the water run through your hair.

It wasn't long before you got out after having washed your body and hair. You cut the water off and stepped out, grabbing a towel to cling to your body. Drying off, you put on a fresh pair of underwear and a long, baggy t shirt that went down to your mid-thigh.

You let your wet hair rest against your shoulders as you walked out of the bathroom and into the kitchen to eat something for dinner. You decided an easy meal was needed after such a frustrating day, so you pulled out one of those microwaveable mac 'n' cheese bowls. It satisfied your hunger enough for the night.

Before you got a chance to eat, there was a knock at your door. In your bare feet, you slowly walked towards the bedside table to grab your handheld gun, holding it at your side in case you needed to use it. You walked towards the door and peaked through the small hole to see who it was.

You furrowed your brow and placed the gun back down onto the bedside table, unlocking the door to open it. Dean was standing there in a red flannel, the same outfit he was in after the vamp nest.

"What do you want?" You asked.

"Can I come in?" He questioned, his tone was soft.

You released a breath and opened the door wider for him to enter the room. You latched it shut behind you, making sure to lock it again.

"Is there a reason you're here, Dean?" You stood behind him as he was walking deeper in the room.

He sniffed a few times, "Are you having mac 'n' cheese?"

"Dean," You spoke sternly and he looked at you with those puppy eyes, "What're you doing here?"

"Right, yeah.." Dean mumbled and stood before you, "I just needed to talk to you."

"At three in the morning?" You asked.

"Yeah," He shrugged his shoulders.

"Dean, this can wait until tomorrow," You turned around and started for the door to let him leave, but he followed after you and held your shoulder.

"No, Y/N, it can't," He breathed out, like he was holding it that wholw time.

"Get off me," You shrugged his hand off you shoulder and turned around to look at him. Your back was pressed against the door.

"Look.." He dragged his fingers down his mouth. "What you said earlier about me not caring about you being hurt.. it's not true."

"But it is true, Dean! You don't care," You snapped. "You didn't care when you walked out on me two years ago and you don't care now!"

"Oh come on, Y/N/N! This is completely different," He argued.

"No, it's fucking not," You clenched your jaw, "You hurt me, Dean.. bad. This.." You gestured to the bruises on your wrists, "is nothing compared to the shit you put me through when you left!"

It was quiet for a while. Tears began to brew in your eyes as did Dean's.

"I do care," He replied.

"Show me," You stated flatly.

"What?" Dean questioned with a furrow in his brow.

"Show me you care," You swallowed a lump that built in the center of your throat.

He looked at you with dilated pupils and walked towards you. You could've sworn the moment happened in slow motion. Dean was looking at you with parted lips as his eyes gazed at every inch of your face.

"I don't know what I would've done if we hadn't made it there in time," He whispered.

"Show me.." You breathed out, feeling the knots in your stomach untangle as he lowered his head to press a kiss to your collarbone that was exposed. You leaned your head back against the door and felt him begin to suck on the soft flesh of your skin.

Your breathing became irregular as Dean worked his way up your neck, leaving darkening circles where his lips touched as a way to mark his territory.

"Dean," You shakily breathed. His hands gripped your wrists and gently pinned them to the door, so you had no way of touching him, yourself or anything around you.

"You scared me today, sweetheart," He mumbled against your skin and pulled his head back to look at you intently.

"You don't care," You whispered, leaning in.

"I do care," He replied softly.

"No," You shook your head.

"Yes," Dean brushed his nose against yours. You closed your eyes as he swiftly kissed your lips. You felt him release your wrists so you could grip your fingers to his flannel at his sides. You felt him slip his tongue in, battling with your own.

You gently pushed your back off the door and without breaking the seal of your kiss, you lead him to the bed in the middle of the room. Dean slowly pulled his head back and looked down at you.

"Is this okay?" He questioned.

"Yes," You nodded.

He smiled as you laid against the bed. Following your actions, Dean climbed onto the bed, hovering over you. You sucked in a gentle breath and pressed your lips to his once more. Without pulling his lips back, he shrugged off his flannel and tossed it onto the floor which became a growing pile of clothes.

Eventually, the two of you were completely undraped. You laid against the pillows as Dean left a trail from his lips down your neck and between your breasts. You closed your eyes at the feeling and released a whimper here and there.

"You feeling okay, sweetheart?" Dean mumbled against your skin.

You couldn't speak and simply nodded, shakily breathing as Dean brought his face up to you. He dragged his fingertips down between your legs as your breath shook. He softly traced them over your inner thigh, causing you to spread them slowly.

Dean's index finger slipped over your center, making you whine quietly. The pad of his finger was coated with your arousal.

"Dean," You whimpered as he smirked down at you, gently pushing two fingers in. At first, you clenched around him, but loosened to his touch once you adjusted to the feeling. You looked up into his eyes, holding eye contact for a while as you gently reached down to hold his wrist as he moved his fingers within you. It was as if he was playing the most beautiful instrument.

He removed his fingers and brought them up to your lips. "Taste yourself, sweetheart," Dean mumbled as you parted your lips to let him slip his fingers inside. "Atta girl.."

Taking his hands back after a while, he pressed kisses along your chest and down your stomach. You arched your back softly against the pillows as his lips came into contact with your folds, sucking on the wetness that coated the outside of them.

You reached down to hold a grip onto his hair, gently pushing him deeper against your center. He dragged his tongue up your folds, tracing the first initial of his name against you.

"Oh.. God," You whispered as goosebumps spread across your skin.

Dean pulled his head up to hover over you once again. The tip of his erect brushed against your folds, making you whine softly. He hushed your noise with his lips against yours. Subtle moans were escaping your mouth as you draped your arms around his neck.

"Ready?" Dean mumbled into your mouth.

"Yes," You nodded as you felt he wasted no time before slipping inside you. The sensation was effortless as you moaned into his mouth. He smiled in the kiss and waited a minute before you were comfortable. You were loose against him as he motioned his hips back and forth at a generous pace.

"Good girl," Dean pulled his head back and gripped the headboard of the bed as he slowly picked up the pace.

You closed your eyes and allowed your body to feel the wonderful sensation. It didn't take long before he found the spot within you. Your eyes opened to look at him as he was so gentle yet rough at the same time. You cupped his face and pressed a longing kiss to his plump lips.

"Can I let go now?" You asked breathlessly into his mouth.

"Yeah," Dean nodded and you could tell he was close as well. You whined and buried your face into his neck as you felt your orgasm unfold within your stomach. He felt you come undone as he took the opportunity to slip out and release his load onto your lower stomach.

You were tired and made a miserable attempt at catching up with your breathing. Dean pressed a kiss against your temple and slowly laid beside you. You reached over to the bedside table to grab a small towel from the drawer to wipe your stomach clean.

Once you did, you tossed it onto the pile of both you and Dean's clothing. You turned your head to look at him and smiled with your lips closed together.

"I do care about you, sweetheart," Dean's voice was low.

"I know," You whispered, "I could see it in your eyes."

a/n: i absolutely love this concept and this was so fun to write!! i'm so happy for the person that requested this because i genuinely had the best time writing it! tysm!! requests are always open, my loves! thank you for reading and supporting me! <33 — angelina.

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liberty | zuko x fem!reader

description: an argument leads zuko and y/n to unveil some untold feelings.

trigger warnings: angst, mentions of anxiety, arguing, etc. read at your own risk.

word count: 1.2k

Holding a glass container down in a babbling fresh water stream, you waited until it was filled to the brim before pulling it out. Subtle droplets of sweat dripped down along the sides of your face. The sun was hot. You pulled the container back and found yourself satisfied with the amount of water you collected for you and the group.

Standing up, you walked back towards the camp to see Aang practicing firebending with Zuko. Toph was with Sokka by the fire and Katara was gathering some edible berries from some bushes nearby the camp.

"Any luck with finding water, Y/N/N?" Sokka asked, looking over Toph's head.

"Yeah," You nodded and placed it beside Appa and Momo, where all your supplies was; sleeping bags, tents, blankets, etc.

"How's the teaching going?" You walked to stand beside Zuko as he stood watching Aang practice for a little while.

"Slowly," Zuko muttered.

"He seems to be picking it up pretty quickly though," You commented as you watched him do some fairly basic moves.

"Yes, but if Aang wants to take down my father, he has to be more than ready and basic firebending moves won't let him win," Zuko explained. You nodded and pressed your lips together softly.

"Well finish this up, we're gonna be eating in a little while," You replied and crossed your arms over your chest before walking away towards the fire.

While you and the group ate some dinner — a mixture of berries, some nuts and fish — you talked and laughed about memories you all had from your childhood. It was late nights such as these that made you extraordinarily happy to be apart of such an amazing group of people.

The night was brisk, but the fire was keeping you all warm. You sat next to Katara against a log, across from Zuko and Sokka. Toph and Aang sat beside each other on another piece of wood.

Once you were all done eating, you stood up from your seat and brushed off your pants. "I'm gonna go clean up before bed, I'll be right back," You stated to them as you walked off towards a nearby river. There you would cleanse your hair and the rest of your body before you'd sleep for the night.

Fireflies were illuminating the night beautifully as you walked through the forest towards the river. As soon as you made it there, you were just about to begin removing your clothing, but a snap from a twig behind you caused you to turn your head.

Despite the darkness, you saw Zuko standing there slightly awkward.

"Oh.. Zuko, it's just you," You breathed out softly, worried that it might've been a stranger or worse, an enemy. "Are you okay?" You asked.

"Uhm.. yeah," He nodded and scratched the back of his neck. "I was just.. wondering.. uhm, what you were doing?"

"I told you guys I was going to clean up before bed," You stated.

"Right, right.." Zuko nodded, seemingly nervous. "Y/N, I think you should know something," He started. Your eyes opened wider as a way to tell him to continue. There was stillness for a while, but you said nothing and waited for Zuko to compose himself. "I think we make a great team, ever since I've joined the group I feel like we've been able to make each other stronger.. and I just wanted you to know that," He whispered the last part as you smiled softly.

"I'm glad you feel that way, Zuko," You replied. "You've brought a sense of relief to this group and I couldn't thank you enough for helping us so much."

"Yeah.." He nodded slowly and locked his gaze with the dirt. "What I mean is.. you and me," He added bashfully.

"What?" You whispered softly as he lifted his gaze up to stare at you.

"I like you," He admitted and it sounded as if he was holding his breath that whole time. "No, I don't like you.. I love you," He said it fast, almost casual and soft.

"No.." You shook your head, whispering.

"Yes," Zuko nodded, "Yes, I do."

"Zuko.." You started, but he interrupted.

"Y/N, I've loved you since the minute I met you. I've tried a million times to tell you, but it's been so hard and I just thought that the best moment was right now because it seemed so perfect and right. Now, I know.. I'm not this wonderful great person and I'm not particularly good enough for you, but you have made me really happy. The best I've felt in years," Zuko breathed as hot tears began to stream down his cheeks. You parted your lips as tears began to brim in your eyes.

"No, Zuko, you are a wonderful person," You stepped closer to him, gently gripping his biceps as he looked at you with crying eyes. "I'm so grateful to you, Zuko. You have no idea what you've done for me and everyone else, you have brought so much peace with you since you've came. And I care about you so much, but I don't know if I can love you the way you want me to, so I don't want to tell you that I do if I don't feel it."

"You don't?" Zuko looked at you, standing still.

"No," You shook your head softly, "It would be a disaster if you and I courted."

"No, it wouldn't be a disaster," Zuko shook his head.

"Yes, it would, Zuko," You shakily stated. "We'd be miserable."

"Why are you saying this?" He asked, leaning in closer as you backed your head away to look at him directly.

"Because I've tried this sort of thing before, Zuko. I've tried and it has failed and I have been so terribly hurt," You admitted as tears burned the softness of your cheeks.

"Are you afraid I will hurt you?" Zuko questioned, softly as more tears continued to stream down his face.

"Not you," You shook your head. "I just can't put myself into a situation like that, not with so much going on right now anyway."

Zuko released a soft breath and stared at you as you brought your hands back down to your sides, "You don't love me?"

"No," You shook your head.

There was silence for a while. The only noise came from the crackling fire from the camp and the babbling river beside you.

"Zuko, I don't believe that I'll ever fall in love or be with anyone," You admitted. "I value my liberty too much to give it all up."

Zuko's eyes were bloodshot as the fast few tears continued rolling down his cheeks. "Is that all?" He asked, his voice cracking.

You nodded softly, while a few more tears escaped your eyes, as well. Zuko turned on his heels and walked away, leaving you to stand there, with your head falling to eye the ground as more tears burned through your closed lids.

a/n: hi, my loves!! this was inspired by that one scene from little women and i just loved it so much that i kinda wanted to try it with zuko! if you want a part two with a happier ending, lmk and i'll absolutely do that for you cuties!! thank you so much for reading, i hope you enjoyed it! mwah! — angelina.

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1k event — closed

ending the event a little early, my lovelies!! thank you so so much for participating in my event and for letting me achieve this wonder milestone! you've all made me so happy and more confident in putting out my work. i adore you all endlessly. thank you so so much once again for 1k! — angelina.

NARCISSISTICMF 1k FOLLOWERS EVENT - OPEN

tysm for 1k!! it's so crazy for me to realize that nearly one thousand of you enjoy my work and find comfort in the pieces that i write. you are all so supportive and make me feel as though i have a family here. thank you for supporting me and things that i write. you are all the reason i have confidence in the pieces and plots that i put together. i love you all so much. thank you so much for 1k! <33 — angelina.

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rules: pick a prompt & character from the following fandoms, receive a oneshot

fandoms: supernatural, narnia, mcu, stranger things, atla, sturniolo triplets, mbav

psa: event ends 01/19/2023

prompts:

— "i hate you." "no, you don't."

— "just hold me for a few minutes."

— "i love you." "what?" "i love you and it terrifies me."

— "there's something i need to discuss with you."

— "go away." "that's the last thing you need from me right now."

— "your lips look cold."

— "just say the word and i'll stop."

— "i can't imagine a reality without you."

— "i love you in every single universe."

— "this is not how i imagined spending my evening."

— "do you mind if i join you?"

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embrace | chris sturniolo x gn!reader

request: "can you do the “just hold me for a minute” prompt with chris sturniolo? 💞" from @jayyyyyy

description: y/n is feeling an overwhelming amount of anxiety, but chris is there to help.

trigger warnings: mentions of anxiety, mentions of depression, fluff, angst, some arguing, etc. read at your own risk.

word count: <1k

Hot tears welled in your eyes as you were in the living room of the Sturniolo's house in Los Angeles. The temperature in the room was cold, your hands were like ice, but your cheeks were hot to the touch. You folded your hands together and let your arms rest against your knees as your sock-covered feet were against the cold, hard wooden floor.

Your legs bounced with nerves as tears slipped from your eyes and ran down your cheeks. Stains were left amongst your face as you made a horrible attempt at controlling your breath and its pattern.

Nick and Matt were out of the house which left Chris and you together. He was doing something in another room, leaving you alone for a few minutes.

Once he came out and revealed himself through the dim lighting of the kitchen, he stared at you with a furrow in his brow, a subtle wrink in the center of his forehead.

"You okay, Y/N/N?" He asked, his voice echoed against the high ceilings.

"Yeah, I'm good," You brought your folded hands up to your lips, pressing them against your skin, to make an attempt at silencing your cries.

"So why are you crying?" Chris questioned.

"It's nothing, Chris," You snapped softly, not intending on being rude. You pushed yourself up and off the couch, walking into the kitchen, avoiding his eye contact. Your eyes were bloodshot and your eyelashes stuck together, making petite triangles.

"You're a bad liar," He mumbled as your back was facing him, while you filled a glass with water from the faucet in the sink.

"I said I'm fine, Chris," You released in a single breath. "Can we please just leave it at that?" You pleaded as you turned around to look at him. His figure blurred and was disfigured as more tears burned in your waterline.

"No," He shook his head. "Y/N, you're clearly upset about something and I wanna help if I can. You shouldn't have to feel like you can't talk to me about whatever shit is going on, you know?"

You took a sip of the room temperature water and sighed through your flared nostrils. Chris stared at you with his lips turned into a subtle frown.

"What's going on?" Chris asked again.

"I don't know," You admitted in a whisper, followed by a shrug.

"What do you mean you 'don't know'?" He asked, walking around the table towards you.

"I mean exactly what I said!" You rose your voice, but not aggressive. "I have no idea what's going on, I don't know why I'm feeling like this or what caused it, I have no fucking reason to be upset, but I'm just.. scared," You whispered shakily as more tears fell down your cheeks. The tears from each eye met in the middle under your chin, creating a line touched in the end of its trail.

Chris was standing beside you, his lower back leaning against the counter by the sink. He looked at the floor of the kitchen and listened to you for a moment.

"It's like I just woke up and immediately felt bad.." You didn't look him in the eyes, but just straight ahead of you at the wall across the kitchen. "It just happened out of nowhere," You breathed out.

Chris sighed softly, wanting to lead with caution and sensitivity throughout the rest of the conversation. "What can I do?" He asked.

"Can you.." You started, but stopped, trying to find a regular breathing pattern. "I.. uhm.. can you.. I guess, just hold me for a minute?" It was until this moment where you finally looked up to meet Chris's gaze. You weren't sure if he looked at you just then or if his eyes had been on you the whole time.

"Yeah," He nodded, "Yeah, I can do that." You released a soft breath, almost as if the weight against your shoulders was gone as he proceeded to engulf you in his embrace. You snuck your arms around his torso and let your cheek rest against his chest. The beating of his heart was comforting to you.

Despite more tears falling out from your eyes, you felt at peace in the moment and comfortable.

a/n: hi babies! so as i was writing this, i actually got quite emotional and found myself on the verge of tears. this type of feeling is so common for a lot of people so if you're feeling like this, please know that you're never ever alone. i love you so much and i'm so proud of you for being here today. if you ever need to talk, i am right here. my messages are open to you, my loves. thank you so much for reading and for the lovely request! i hope it was what you were envisioning, my dearest. mwah! be safe and know that you are loved. chris would be so proud of you! they all would. <33 — angelina.

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tender | chris sturniolo x fem!reader

request: ""i love you." "what?" "i love you and it terrifies me." with chris s? tyyy!!" from anonymous

description: after having a conversation with y/n, chris reveals his feelings.

trigger warnings: mentions of anxiety, subtle angst, mostly fluff, foul language, etc.

word count: <1k

"Did you seriously have to say that in front of all those people?" You laughed as you and Chris both slipped through the exit doorway of a convenience store. The air was brisk and caused the skin on your face to tighten. As you released breaths, it appeared like smoke in the cool atmosphere.

"Hey, it wasn't on purpose!" Chris giggled as the two of you held the paper bags of snacks you had gotten for the triplets, since they'd be filming one of their car videos later that night. "My voice just carries!" He continued laughing.

"Yeah, whatever," You rolled your eyes as soft chuckles began to escape your mouth.

"Before we head back home, do you wanna head to the lake for a little while? I know you haven't seen much around here, so.." Chris trailed off as you began to smile.

"Sure," You nodded as the two of you walked along the paved sidewalk. The store wasn't far from their house in Boston, so you decided on walking and Chris reassured you that the lake wasn't far.

Along the side of a back road, sat a babbling brook that ran through the trees. It was a gentle scene with doves mourning in song and bees buzzing in the air. It looked as though it was a scene written out of a book or from a movie. You smiled at the way the water danced across the rocks poking out from under the shallow parts.

"I wouldn't have expected such a beautiful place around here," You admitted.

"Me either," Chris pressed his lips together as he admired the way you observed everything.

"It's so green," You released in a breath.

There was a rusty old bench that sat right before the water and you ushered Chris to follow you towards it. He obliged and took a seat with you on it, after you did. It was small so you were fairly close to one another.

"It smells like spring, like.. you know when the grass is freshly cut and stuff," Your pupils dilated as you watched the water. It settled your mind and for a mere second you had forgotten about all your anxieties and all the tasks you knew you needed to get done.

Chris sniffed as he had his eyes on your profile, it took you a bit of time to take note of his staring.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" You furrowed your brow.

He laughed nervous, "Nothing."

"How'd you find this place?" You asked, curiously.

"Nick likes to come here a lot," He replied. You nodded with a soft smile and turned your head back to watch the water.

There was stillness for a while. The only sound came from the gurgling water.

"Y/N," Chris started and you turned your head to face him.

"Yeah?" You asked, your gaze was relaxed.

"I think I.." He trailed off, trying to figure out how to piece his words together with great care.

"You what?" You urged.

He swallowed a lump that built in his throat and stared at you, "I love you."

It came so suddenly and you didn't know how to react, "What?"

Chris released a breath, "I love you and it terrifies me. I haven't ever done or felt any of this before and it's always been because I've been so scared an' shit. But every time I try to push down these feelings, they always come back up, no matter how hard I try to push them away. It's like a cursed boomerang."

You chuckled lightly and stared at him with a warm gaze.

"I guess I'm just scared of what this could do to you and me if we don't work out. I love being your friend, but I also hate seeing other people look at you the way I do," He spoke softly.

"How long?" You questioned.

"What?"

"How long have you felt like this?"

Chris thought for a moment, staring into the distance, "I met you two years ago, right?" You nodded and he continued, "Two years. I guess the only thing that's been keeping me from telling you is–"

"I love you too," You interrupted with a soft growing smile. Chris was shocked and said nothing, his lips parted gently as you leaned over to implant a kiss to his cold skin.

After you pulled back slightly, Chris stared at you, "This is crazy."

"I know," You nodded, "But it'll be okay. We'll be okay. I promise."

a/n: hi angels!! thank you so much for this request! it definitely gave me a new challenge because in all honesty i was super unsure of how to execute this properly. based on how chris comes across, i've always gotten the vibe that he's terrified of commitment and being in a relationship in general, which is totally normal for a lot of people and i hope this piece captured that well enough! thank you so much for 1k once again!! i love you all so dearly. — angelina.

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don't fret | matt sturniolo x fem!reader

request: ""go away." "that's the last thing you need from me right now." matt sturniolo plss🫶🏼🫶🏼" from anonymous

description: when y/n is feeling overwhelmed, matt decides the best thing she needs is comfort.. and sleep.

trigger warnings: mentions of anxiety, angst, etc. read at your own risk.

word count: <1k

Your fingers danced across the keyboard of your laptop as you felt your eyes growing weary. They struggled to stay open. Shifting your gaze up, you glanced at the clock and saw that it read 2:54 AM. You released a gently sigh from your parted chapped lips and returned your attention to the silver screen.

Despite being on winter break, there was still a lot of work you had to do for some of your classes and other personal things you needed to get done. You'd been staying at the Sturniolo's house in Los Angeles for a little while, to visit Matt while you'd been on break. But it didn't exactly feel like you'd gotten much of a break.

"Y/N/N?" Matt appeared into the kitchen, where you sat at the table. He looked tired and his voice was groggy. The light over the table was on, while the rest of the house was dark.

"Sorry, was I too loud?" You cringed your teeth and stopped typing for a moment as your weary gaze was on Matt.

"No, I was just thirsty, why're you up?" He asked as he led himself to the fridge to grab a bottle of water. It wasn't long before he shut it and with the plastic bottle in hand, he made his way to the table and sat beside you.

"I just have a lot going on that I need to take care of," You whispered, not wanting to wake Nick or Chris.

"Did you take a break at all?" Matt asked.

"No, there's no time for a break, I have to get this stuff done," You replied before returning your gaze to the computer and typed away again.

"Y/N," Matt started, but you ignored him and focused on the words you were typing into the document. However, those words would later be read as gibberish since your brain was completely fried, you could almost smell the burnt gears within your head.

"Hey," He poked your side, but you didn't budge. "Sweetheart, come on, you should really take a break. Too much work in one sitting isn't healthy."

"No, I need to do this," You replied, the exhaustion was evident in your placid tone.

"No, you don't," Matt stated and gripped your laptop, sliding it away from you on the table.

"Come on, Matt, I'm not kidding, give it back," You looked at him with annoyance.

"No," He shook his head.

You grumbled, "Why won't you just go away?"

"That's the last thing you need from me right now," Matt replied and gently closed the laptop. You watched his movements and sighed, too exhausted to fight him.

"Go to bed," He spoke quietly.

"Okay, but tomorrow, I'm getting right back on it whether you like it or not," You said with a subtle raspiness coming through.

"Yeah, whatever, just get some sleep," Matt smiled. You returned the gesture, sleepily. He took the laptop off the table and stood up from his chair. He leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to your temple. "Love you," He muttered.

"I love you too," You replied with a sleepily grin.

a/n: hi cuties!! thank you so much for this request and for taking part in my event! i still can't believe i hit 1k 🥹 i love you guys so much and i hope this piece was good and was what you were hoping for! be safe, my dears and happy new year! <3 — angelina.

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i love you | sam winchester x fem!reader

request: "I love you in every single universe with sam winchester thanks!!!" from @wafflezo

description: after y/n gets hurt on a hunt, sam begins overthinking that things will take a turn for the worst.

trigger warnings: blood, angst, description of minor injuries, etc. read at your own risk.

word count: 1k

Grunting in pain, your teeth were clenched together as Castiel had his arm wrapped lowly around your waist, ushering you to the impala. Your knee was bent out of place while blood dripped down along the sides of your forehead, arms and stomach.

"This might pinch a little," Castiel warned as he helped sit you down in the back of the impala with the door propped open. Your jaw was tight as you closed your eyes and breathed through your flared nostrils.

"Just do it, get it over with," You breathed heavily. Castiel gently pressed his index and middle finger against your forehead, healing all your wounds. There was a subtle shock that ran through your veins, but other than that the healing process was painless.

"Thanks, Cas," You whispered after examining your wounds to see if they were all gone and they were.

"Of course," The angel nodded with a thin smile.

Not long after, you lifted your head to see Sam and Dean rushing out of the werewolves' nest with subtle bruises and cuts across their exposed skin. Sam stared at you with glassy eyes as he continued to walk towards the car.

"You okay?" Dean grumbled, shifting his gaze to you.

"I'm good," You nodded. You stole a glaze from Sam and saw that he looked unsettled, but you shrugged it off and moved deeper into the backseat to allow Castiel to get in the back with you.

Seated in the bunker's library, you had a mug of coffee in your hand while skimming through some of the Men of Letters' books. Your eyes were growing weary, but you attempted at blinking them a few times to keep you awake for longer.

From the corner of your eye, you saw Sam as he entered the library, still seeming to be visibly upset. You picked your head up to look at him and sucked in a breath.

"Hey, Sam," You spoke up, your voice slightly graveled.

Sam just pulled his lips into a tight forced grin and nodded towards you before heading towards the bookshelf to find something.

You waited a couple seconds before standing up from the chair you sat in, pushing your palms against the edge of the table.

"Okay, seriously, what's up with you?" You didn't mean to spat, but that's how it came across and Sam turned his head to look at you with a furrow in his brow.

"Nothing, Y/N/N, I'm fine," Sam shrugged it off.

"We both know you're lying," You replied and moved away from the table, pushing your chair back in beneath it.

Sam was quiet for a second and pinched the bridge of his nose, lowering his gaze to the floor. "Seeing you.. today, get beat up like that.." He paused between his words, trying to fight the fact that he was getting choked up, "It was hard, Y/N."

"Sam, I'm fine, I just took a hard hit it's not a big deal," You explained as the two of you were practically on separate sides of the room.

Sam raised his gaze towards you and lowered his hands to his sides. "And what if Cas wasn't there? You could've been seriously hurt," He stated, shakily.

"But he was there," You replied, "And I'm okay. I'm a big girl, Sam. I can take care of myself, I know you worry about me, but trust me I'm fine."

"That's not the point, Y/N," Sam was beginning to get frustrated, "The point is that you were hurt.. bad and I couldn't stand that there was nothing I could do to help you!"

"Sam," You breathed out, "I'm fine. I'm okay, see?" You opened your arms and gestured to your legs to signify the fact that you were physically healthy.

"It just scared me, that's all," He stated. "I hate seeing you in pain, I hate that feeling that if you were seriously, badly.. hurt, that we could've lost you.. I could've lost you."

"I'm right here," You reassured.

"I know, I know.." Sam breathed out shakily, "I just need you around all the time and after tonight.. after seeing you so banged up, if Cas wasn't there to help you, I wouldn't be able to.. I don't know." He was a stuttering mess and his eyes looked everywhere but you.

"What're you trying to say?" You questioned with a gentle tone.

Sam swallowed and lifted his gaze to meet yours, "I'm saying that I love you." You parted your lips and felt tears begin to well in your eyes. "Y/N, I love you in every single universe and I wouldn't be able to face this reality without you."

Your lips formed a soft smile as you walked closer towards him. His glassy eyes looked upon you as you stepped closer to him. Your warm hands cupped his face as you leaned forward to link your lips with his own. Naturally, both your eyes fluttered closed as his arms snuck around your waist lowly, pulling you to erase the distance between the both of you.

"I love you too," You mumbled into his kiss. You could feel his smile growing as his grasp around you tightened.

a/n: this is the cutest thing that i've ever written!! thank you so much for submitting a request for my 1k event! i hope you like it and that it was everything you were wishing for! be safe, my lovelies! mwah! — angelina.

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