#1036+ days and counting...

[cozyaliensuperstar7]

The Bloodline Civil War 👑☝🏾🩸(MITB 2023)

Jimmy said, "Me and my brother against my other brothers." 😭😭

Not my brother and cousin...my other brothers. Some people don't even see their cousins much or know their cousins. They're so close they consider Roman (Joe) their brother. That's what makes this storyline so emotional for their fans. We know how much Joe, Jon, Josh and Joseph (Sefa) really love and care about each other. We know how proud Paul is being a part of this because he knew all of them since they were kids.

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[aurora-starwars]

Hi ! I was wondering if you could do a Neteyam x fem human reader fic where he gifts her an arrow head that’s been made into a necklace ,maybe it’s from his first successful hunt so it’s got a lot of significance to him. It could even be a way of him expressing a romantic interest in her ? 💙

There Is No Heart For Me Like Yours

Pairing: Neteyam x fem!Human!reader

Summary: Neteyam confess with an arrow head necklace from his first hunt

Word Count: 1036

Warnings: idk, ignore if i get the lore wrong :| :)

A/n: I hope this is good! Thank you for requesting! Enjoy! <33333

Masterlist

[Name] grew up on pandora, that was all she ever knew. While she was born to two scientists loyal to the Na’vi, she always felt closer to the Omatikaya clan than any of her own. Ever since she wondered out of the lab and into the forest where the Sully found her, she fast friends with the entire family.

This upbringing is something she would say she was proud of if you asked. During her upbringing, she became close to the eldest member of the Sully kids.

Neteyam.

[Name] and Neteyam did almost everything together, practicing skills like hunting, or using a bow; exploring the forest, and looking after his siblings. Some may argue they were the closest person to each other.

They were inseparable.

That is why it didn’t come as a surprise to many when the two started walking a little closer, talking to one-another a little softer, looking in each other’s eyes a little longer. The two best friends after all their lives, had fallen for each other. And everyone could see it.

Except for [Name].

Though she felt it, the tug in her chest whenever she was around Neteyam, the fast pace of her heart, the butterflies fluttering in her stomach, and the pure comfort that came from spending time with her best friend, she never thought he could feel the same.

All she could think about is how she was human and knowing about how the Na’vi culture and body, asking herself how it could ever work.

Her thoughts seem irrelevant one day, as Neteyam walked in the lab. Most of the others were out at this time, so it was just the two of them in the bright sterile rooms of the labs. Neteyam was panting lightly, a sign of his rush, [Name] noted. She watched his face with a small smile as he caught his breath. In the corner of her eye she could she his hands moving, fidgeting with something within his long, thin blue hands. This was much unlike him, Neteyam didn’t fidget often, not unless he was nervous. And he was only nervous when his siblings were in trouble.

“Neteyam?” [Name] began, grabbing hold of his hand in attempt to ground him.

“Are you alright, are your siblings alright?” [Name] continued, her words coming out increasingly frantic as her thoughts went to the possibility of his siblings in danger.

Neteyam chuckled, realizing she had interpreted his nervous energy as something more of an emergency situation.

“No, no. Everything is alright, my siblings are fine.” Neteyam spoke in almost perfect Na’vi, smiling down at her as she seem to relax.

“Alright, thats good. So then why are you here?” [Name] smiled, her eyebrows furrowing in question.

“Can’t I visit my best friend?” He teased, gazing softly into her eyes.

[Name] smiled, “Right, that’s why you rushed all the way here?”

Neteyam only laughed, heat rushing to his cheeks as he realized he’d been caught.

“And of course you can visit your best friend. You always do anyway.” [Name] rolled her eyes playfully, smiling at Neteyam once again.

Neteyam took a deep breath in, deciding for what felt like the millionth time whether or not he should go through with this. After a moment, he let out his breath and looked into [Name]’s eyes.

“[Name], I- you are my best friend-”

“As we have established.” [Name] smirked, cutting him off.

“Right! And we have been friends since I can remember…” Neteyam trailed off.

“Yes we have,” [Name] offered, sensing the hesitation in him.

“And…” Neteyam looked down at his hands, where he rolled his gift between his fingers.

“I want you to have this.” Neteyam held out his hands, palms facing up revealing what looks like an arrow head tied to a necklace string.

[Name] let out a small gasp, her eyes quickly flicking from Neteyam’s eyes to the gift in his palm. While [Name] didn’t know the full significance of this gift, she knew that this was an important part of Neteyam and their friendship. You don’t just go around giving your friends gifts of arrow head necklaces.

Beaming, [Name] gently took the necklace from Neteyam’s hands. As she admired it slowly, Neteyam took the time to admire her.

“Neteyam,” [Name] spoke breathlessly, looking up at him. “This is so nice! Thank you so much.” She continued before looking back down at the necklace in her hands.

“It’s the arrow head from my first hunt.” He admitted.

[Name]’s head shot up, two links in her head connecting, like pieces of a puzzle coming into place.

“From your first hunt… But that means.” [Name] hesitating, smiling softly to herself.

Part of her couldn’t believe it, that this was absolutely not happening. The other part of her was absolutely over the moons. She never thought this day would come.

Neteyam was worried for a moment seeing as she indicated no sign of a reaction, but then he saw the smile on her face as she looked up at him and all of his worries flew out the window.

“[Name], I think you are so wonderful, you have been there my entire life and I hope you are there for the rest of it. You are the most wonderful human beings I have ever met-”

“Slim pickings…” [Name] muttered to herself, trying to hold back the laugh at her own joke.

Neteyam rolled his eyes affectionately, “You know what I mean, but I really do hope we spend the rest of our lives together.” Neteyam smiled at her earnestly.

“Neteyam, you have no idea how much I have wanted to hear that.” [Name] quickly spoke before pulling him in a tight hug.

A hug to which Neteyam reciprocated immediately, a big smile taking over his face. Neteyam pulled her back to look into her eyes. Unspoken words passed between them as the smiled before pulling each other in for a kiss.

The kiss told all of the things they couldn’t speak themselves. Longing touches, unspoken promises, hopes and dreams for their future. Through all of it, they just hoped they would never be separated, as they almost never had before. And they prayed that Eywa would bond them for life.

A/n: Thank you for reading!! Let me know if you wanna be in the avatar taglist!

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@nyotamalfoy

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[swiftieblyth]

Troublesome Twin

Part Two: The Reaping

Warning list-

hunger games warning, abusive family, mother died in childbirth with the twins, Arachne, Coriolanus Snow, Dr. Gaul, violence, and murder.

I think that’s all, let me know if there’s more!

Word count- 1036

“How tantalizing to see all your shining young faces on this auspicious day,” Dr. Gaul stated. “I am Dr. Volumnia Gaul, your humble Head Gamemaker, in charge of the War Department and all its affiliated concerns. I have broken from my laboratory today to examine you.” She explained, looking directly at Y/N, making her shiver and squeeze Coryo’s hand in hers. “The leaders of the next generation. I won’t be around forever, after all.” She laughed. “And now, to end that, I am honored to introduce to you the creator of the Hunger Games themselves. Dean Casca Highbottem. 

“Uh,” Dean Highbottem let out, stopping to take a sip of his morphling before making his way to the front of the room. “Select students, faculty, and, of course, Dr. Gaul, I have summoned you all here today for the 10th annual Reaping Ceremony in which we choose two children from each district to throw into the Capitol Arena to fight to the death in the Hunger Games.” 

“I can’t believe they still allow him to speak in public,” Clemmie whispered to Coryo and Y/N.

“And here sit our own 25 top prospects all waiting to hear the results of hard study in this prestigious institution. Eager to learn who’s won the Plinth Prize, no doubt. And a golden future. However,” Highbottem’s words made both Coryo and Y/N catch their breaths, holding eachothers hands as tight as they could. I am here to tell you that there has been a change this year. One final assignment to prove your worth. Because the esteemed citizens of the Capital have grown bored of the Games and simply aren't watching anymore. And if the Games are to continue at all, there must be an audience. So, Head Gamemaker Dr. Gaul has stepped in to… incentivize patriotic values with her own unique flair, starting with you. The Plinth Prize will no longer be determined by who has the best grades. But by who is the best mentor in the Hunger Games.”

“What?” The students all asked. 

Y/N looked over and saw Coryo sitting in disbelief at Dean Highbottem. 

“This is a brand new role. As the Reaping progresses live, I will allocate each district tribute a Capitol mentor behind the scenes, one who must just persuade them to perform for the cameras. Obviously, the best mentor will be the one whose tribute wins the Games.”

“What if I get a pathetic runt girl from one of the poor districts, like 8 or 12? They’re just gonna die in two minutes like they did last year and the year before.” Arachne asked.

“Your role is to turn these children into spectacles, Ms. Crane. Not survivors.” Highbottem explained. “Victory in the Games is only one of our considerations. Your entire future rests on this last project.”

“Wait,” Y/N let out, gaining everyone's attention. “There are only 24 tributes, and 25 of us.”

“Right you are, Miss. Crane. There will be one unlucky student that won’t even have a chance at the prize.”

“Well, don't you think that's extremely unfair?” Y/N stated. “You called 25 students here when you only need 24, don’t you see how ridiculous that is? To give hope to 25 students when really on 24 have a chance. How are you even going to pick said ‘unlucky’ one, huh? Are you just going to let the bottom of the 25 go, or are you going to select it at random. Or maybe even choose your least favorite student, because it’s all about you isn’t it? It’s all about you and not at all about any of your students who have worked night and day, sick and healthy for this! Students who–”

“Love,” Coryo whispered, stopping her. “You gotta stop before something happens.”

“You should listen to your friend, Miss. Crane. Wouldn’t want someone beating you for it later,” Highbottem stated, making Coryo have to hold on tighter to Y/N to contain her. “Oh, and I must tell you that anyone caught cheating to give their tributes an unfair advantage… will just have no future at all.” Music started playing, gaining everyone's attention for the reaping. “Oh! Here we go. Let the Reaping Ceremony begin.”

Highbottom started reading the list making Coryo and Y/N sit nervously as they waited to hear their names. When they got to the last name they knew what fate awaited them. There was only one more tribute left and she wasn’t enough to get the money for whoever got her. 

“Oh. You’ll be happy about this, Miss. Crane,” Highbottom called to Arachne. “The ‘runt girl’ from District 12, she belongs to Coriolanus Snow. Which means. That you, Miss. Y/N Crane are the unlucky one.”

“I should have known.” Y/N spit. “We all know that Coriolanus and I aren’t at the bottom. Coriolanus is at the top, but you treat him as if he is 24 and I am 25 because we are your least favorite! You hate us so much that you decided to make one of us not have a tribute and the other one of us to have a girl who doesn’t even have a chance of surviving in that arena!” Y/N was cut off by the doors slamming open, and her father along with some of his servants storming into the room.

Y/N already knew what was coming and didn’t try to fight it. She looked at Coryo who knew as well until she was lifted by the arms and carried out of the building. 

          “What were you thinking?” Mr. Crane yelled, slapping Y/N across the cheek when they got to their house. “You disrespected the dean, you disrespected Dr. Gaul, you disrespected your classmates, and you disrespected Panem!” He yelled each word in between a punch to her face, making bruises already starting to form. “You embarrassed your name, your sister, your brother, me, and you embarrassed your mother!”

       “Mother’s not here!” Y/N yelled, tears forming in her eyes as she tasted the metallic taste of blood.

        “And whose fault is that?” Mr. Crane yelled, pushing her to the ground of her bedroom, closing the door and locking it.

#tom blyth fluff #tom blyth fanfiction #tom blyth imagine #tom blyth x reader #tom blyth x you #corio snow #coriolanus fanfiction #coriolanus imagine #coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow fanfic #corionalus snow #coryo #coriolanus snow fanfiction #coriolanus snow fluff #coriolanus snow imagine #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow x wife #coriolanus snow x you #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus x you #coryo snow #coryo x reader #suzanne collins #young coriolanus snow #tom blyth #tom blyth x fem!reader #ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas #president snow #the hunger games

[hexgaywire]

LUXIEM Bedtime Routine

Writing type: Headcanons

Rating: SFW

Total Word count: 1036≈(before edits)

Other notes: Implied some sort of established relationship with the reader (you can interpret as platonic or romantic, it's up to you)

Featured?: Ike, Myta, Vox, Luca, and Shu

Author comment: HA! with a blog name like mine you'd expect a XSOLEI headcanons first but gotta keep them guessing ig.... Please enjoy;; my headcanons are a stream of my consciousness if anything; I haven't written anything publicly in like a year ahaha (killme)

Disclaimer and Reminder; this is based on the characters made by NIJISANJI, not the people behind the character voicing them. If in the future the person expresses or states that fics of this nature makes them uncomfortable I will 100% remove this or anything I write about the characters involved.

Bedtime routine:

Always has a cup of sleepy time tea before bed

Will force you to drink one too (because you both have no sleep schedule <3)

For nights where you both go to sleep on time, skin care routine

Hear me out.... I'm talking face masks, creams the full sends baby

Once all of that is taken care of y'all will eventually change into whatever you sleep in (Oliver-sensei outted Ike the other day for sleeping in only boxers lmfao but that's not relevant)

He will spend at least an hour reading in bed before falling asleep, be prepared with a sleeping eye mask maybe?

Or start a night time books club with him because he will not change this

He is a novelist after all

Once he's done reading and the glasses come off, one of two things will happen

He will fall asleep immediately

Or you guys will be up for the majority of the night talking about deep stuff

You know those sleepovers you have with your homies where it gets deep, that's what I mean

Regardless what time you pass out you are sure to sleep safe next to Ike!

Extras:

Ike doesn't strike me as a guy who likes to cuddle in bed, if anything you accidently snuggle up to him he'll shuffle away from you

He sometimes will fall asleep at his desk which is a habit he only started since streaming, back when he was novelist he didn't have this problem for some reason

Ike sleeps with like one blanket? I hope you like the cold &lt;3

Bedtime routine:

I feel like Mysta's bedtime routine is a wildcard, you never know what he's gunna be doing to eventually end up in bed

You brush your teeth and he goes "OoOOoh I knew I was forgetting to do something."

Sleeping feels more like a chore to him then a necessity

You'll catch this man up at 3 am playing Minecraft and he'll still be like "Oh shit, is it bedtime?"

He's a piece of work to even get him to start to migrate towards the bedroom

Once he finally changes and lays down; he's kind of like Ike, where he'll immediately pass out or will spend hours talking to you

However the conversations are more like "Why is cheddar cheese orange do you think?"

GOOGLE IT IDK I'M TIRED

Once he finally falls asleep he 100% mumbles in his sleep, you find it endearing as you slip on a pair of headphones or earplug's

Extras:

Opposed to Ike; you will wake up either cuddling or being cuddled by Mysta

Despite the struggle to get this man into bed, he sleeps better next to someone

Known to occasionally sleep walk

You found him in the bathtub one time it was kinda scary

He firmly denies this ever happened

Bedtime Routine:

Vox is very ritualist when it comes to bedtime

He's also a very sleepy demon and enjoys maximizing his sleep to its full extent

So with him it's very "no nonsense"

He takes a shower

Blow-dries and cares for his hair

He brushes his teeth (While still in a towel)

Again h e a r m e o u t....

He's a voice demon that came back to life, he has a skincare routine for bedtime (Still in a towel btw)

All luxury products of course

After that he change into something comfy

For some reason after all of that this man sleeps in mismatched socks like a sociopathy

Once y'all lay down he'll watch some stupid memes on his phone of a bit or do some light reading

There is no in between

Once he's done however he is out like a light, usually within an arms reach of you

Extras:

Similarly to Mysta, you will wake up in his arms

It's funny because he insists it's entirely your doing

On the rare occasions where he can't sleep he'll get up and cook something

He says it helps him relax

The delicious aroma however wakes you up and the two of you share a lovely midnight snack

Bedtime Routine:

Luca tends to stay up really late

This is partial because of old work habits (if no ones awake to see you get rid of a body then it isn't a problem)

Luca like Vox though has bit of a ritualist bedtime getting ready routine though

Shower

Brush teeth

Change

Without fall no matter how late into the night (morning) it is

Once in bed, he crashes

The man is out like a light

I think because his bedroom is definitely his own space he feels at ease and can just doze off

It does help that he has a very nice bed I guess too

Once again you know you can sleep safe next to Luca, he wouldn't let anything disturb you

Extras:

Like Mysta, Luca does occasionally talks in his sleep, but not nearly as loud as Mysta does

He doesn't strike me as the cuddling type either, i think if you tired it wake him up

Despite being able to sleep easily he also wakes up super easily

Again probably due to his pat

Fear not though, once Luca let's his gaurd down again he passses out pretty quickly again

Bedtime routine:

Shu, like Ike, has a big cup of tea before bed

He swears up and down that drinking something warm before bed gets you to sleep faster

He's also diligent with his night time hygiene needs

Once again; for the final time, I'm asking you to hear me out

Skin

Care

Routine

You cannot sit here and tell Mr. Shu Sorcerer Yamino (eyyyyyyyyy) doesn't take good care of his skin

Off track but anyway

Kind of like Luca, once he's in bed he is out

I also feel like Shu snores but like not loud? It's kinda like white noise (like listening to ocean??)

Sleep well sweet sorcerer

Extras:

Shu is also not a cuddler, he's more the type to like accidently fall out of bed if you snuggle up to him

He doesn't like feeling the extra body heat on him while he sleeps

Off topic again but he also has a strict morning routine which consists of him getting up early

He's be trying to get you on board but like sleep ya know?

(My request are open plz send me some)

#luxiem #luxiem x reader #luxiem x you #luxiem headcanons #nijisanji #nijisanji en #nijisanji x reader #ike eveland #mysta rias #vox akuma #luca kaneshiro #shu yamino #ike eveland x reader #mysta rias x reader #vox akuma x reader #luca kaneshiro x reader #shu yamino x reader #hexgaywire headcanons

[strawberryforks]

your favourite nuisance // red hood x vigilante!reader

summary: you have another run-in with the red hood. this time you’re the one doing the annoying—defeating his target before he even gets to the scene. your vigilante name is striker!

warnings: violence, swearing

word count: 1036

a/n: striker!reader is such a fun character to write and i will probably continue to do so! that said, request/asks are open and encouraged as always!

you get the villain red hood was after. by the time he arrives to the fight, they’re being carted off by police. they’ll be headed to arkham, instead of carted off in a body bag destined for the morgue and the red hood–you add a ‘the’ because it makes his name sound more threatening, and right now, stalking towards you, he looks threatening. at least a head taller than you and wearing that stupid mask that should make it infuriatingly easy to hide his emotions–but he wastes that opportunity. his body language gives him away every time and you swear you can almost see steam billowing out of his ears like some ready-to-explode, red-with-rage, cartoon character. “red hood,” you acknowledge. “nice to see you.”

he starts shouting and you ignore him. you turn into an alleyway, keeping your back to him as you walk away. in gotham, there are very few people you would trust to stand behind you, to watch your back and not jam a knife in it. you’re really surprised when you realise red hood, the red hood, is one of those people you trust. you laugh a little, shaking your head all the while. glancing into a puddle, you see red hood’s reflection storming after you, getting closer and closer. you don’t change your pace. you aren’t trying to avoid a confrontation, you actually don’t care at all. as far as you’re concerned it’s inevitable. you knew what you were doing taking down a villain red hood laid claim to. you knew what would happen, how he’d react and you did it anyway. You’re not trying to avoid confrontation, you’re just trying to move it away from the reporter who had been lingering beside your crime scene, wanting the scoop. you happily gave her the details you could, but didn’t want your generosity being a mistake.

you didn’t want to go home and find yours and red hood’s faces in the paper. not for fighting. not for anything else. drama was something you tended to stay out of and this was different, okay? you weren’t being dramatic, you were simply having fun. red hood was as much a rival as he was a friend. you would never ever voice that, but it made it no less true.

in another puddle you see his hand raise. Before he can grab your arm and force you to look at him, you spin around. you face him but only because you want to (not because, never because, if he really wanted you looking into his eyes he would be able to make you and that could be incredibly embarrassing)

you smile up at him, all fake-niceness. you pat his shoulder, “aw, don’t worry red. i’m sure you’ll get ‘em next time. if not, i left some of the small fishes for you.

“what the hell striker?”

“get over yourself, red. you’ve ruined my day more times than i can count, it’s time you see how it feels.”

he scoffed. “more times than you can count? you’re going to have to go back to school sweetheart because vigilantism doesn’t pay the bills and if you can’t count to twenty eight not even the supermarket near crime alley will hire you.”

“twenty eight? has the red hood been counting our encounters?” you laugh, being flooded with all sorts of ridiculous mental imagery–red hood scribbling in a pink notebook, red hood writing with a dry erase marker on the fridge, red hood, get this, looking forward to seeing you. jeez, you’re laughing so hard your stomach aches.

“do you journal? ‘dear diary, today i saw striker for the fifteenth time! i stole her thunder, ruined her night, and she went home and cried into ramen. ah, such a productive day fueled by tears, the blood left on my suit from the needless slaughter i just love to partake in, newspaper headlines, and assholery!’ is that about right?”

“shut the hell up.”

“i don’t think i will. besides, you don’t want me to. you’d be bored and have nothing to write about.”

“i wouldn’t be bored. there's a clear difference between bored and peaceful. also, i don’t write about you. i don’t even like you, striker.” okay, ouch. the big guy might as well have punched you in the nose because that one hurt a surprising amount.

you recovered quickly, never letting your mask (metaphoric) fall, your actual mask you didn’t need to worry about. it was as secure as secure got. covering your nose and mouth, all that could be seen was your eyes and on nights where you knew things would get messy, you wore goggles, rose tinted ones, that blood couldn’t stain, that you had commissioned from a seller on etsy. “you do too! i’m your favourite nuisance.”

“you aren’t.” he says immediately. hating you is one of his reflexes, how sweet. “you’re like my third favourite nuisance.”

you raise an eyebrow. just one. it’s as accusing as it is amusing.

“second…” he trails off. “alright, goddammit. yeah, you’re my favourite nuisance. happy?

“fucking ecstatic, actually red.” you grin and if you had to guess–he rolls his eyes.

“that villain,” back to business, as always. you straighten your spine and prepare for the scolding of a lifetime. you tilt your chin up and glare at his mask. “that was my target and you know it. that said, you did a good job.”

“if he hangs himself in his cell at arkham i’ll know it was you. i’ll be pissed–wait, red, there’s no way that you just said that. that was so a compliment. the only thing missing and making you seem awful was the fact you forgot to say ‘thank you!’ wow, regardless, i’m proud. honoured, even.”

“next time let me handle it.”

“you’re welcome!” you say in a sing-song voice. one that’s way too cheery for the other vigilante’s liking.

“striker?”

“yeah?”

“you really are a nuisance.”

“i like to put the emphasis on ‘favourite’ but sure, that works.” you slide past him in the alleyway, heading out. you stop on your tippy toes to whisper your goodbyes and don’t miss the blinding camera flash or the gawking reporter at the entrance of the alleyway.

#red hood x you #red hood x y/n #red hood x reader #red hood #jason todd x you #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x reader #jason todd #batfam #striker!reader

[toska-writes]

“The Entire Galaxy”

Summary: Facing General Grievous by oneself is no easy task, so when something goes wrong Rex takes things into his own hands to defend what matters to him most.

Pairing: Rex x Padawan Reader (I think we all know the drill by now)

Warnings: injury, blood (mild), let me know if I missed something

Word count: 1036

The breath escaped your lungs as once again you collided with the suffocating walls.

Your lightsaber was clutched limply in your hands as you closed your eyes trying desperately to catch your breath.

You heard the taunting laughs from somewhere in front of you- or maybe some coughs snuck in somewhere.

“I thought you’d be better than this padawan,” Grievous loomed above you now, in this moment breaking your hand didn’t seem as bad if you were to punch him right in the face. “Aren’t you going to get back up?”

Of course you were… right?

The room spun once again, you winced once while pushing yourself against the wall. You didn’t relise how close Grievous really was too you before you felt his cold metallic hands on your shoulders.

“I thought you might need some help.” He laughed followed by another round of coughing. The ground was gone from bellow your feet before you could even comprehend what was going on.

Soon you were flying across the room once again and struck the wall right by one of the jammed doors. You felt the sickening feeling on your lightsaber rolling out of your hand after a deafening crash of your body hitting the wall.

You weren’t really sure where it rolled off too, you weren’t really sure if you could even keep your eyes open.

The rumble of Grievous heavy steps kept you semi-aware of his position as he said “that would make a fine addition to my collection.”

You tried your best to prop yourself up but everything seemed to be going against you. The faint whisper came alive in your ears. “Everything will be ok, we got you child.” It murmured “He’s coming.”

The force surrounded you like a weighted blanket; safe and secure.

You barley heard the sound of metal against metal as the door finally scraped open. Through the blurry mess you made out the unmistakable blue of the 501st.

You didn’t need to open your eyes anymore when the presences of Rex filled your senses.

“We need a medic up here quickly, it’s the commander.” He whispered into his com, so not to frighten you more if you could even hear him.

“Well what’s this?” Grievous froze where he stood, “So a clone like you came to save the day? Why bother.”

The question rubbed around like sand paper in his mind. Why bother? WHY BOTHER? If only anyone in the entire galaxy could understand just how he felt about the kid that laid half conscious protected by him.

He scoffed in return. Grievous waved his own lightsabers in the air. “Well what are you going to do clone?”

Rex found what you had been trying to look for, already knowing it would be almost impossible to land a shot on that clanker.

The metal felt weird in his hands, he could barely even fathom the power this weapon held in his hands. He looked back once at you.

Giving him an assuring nod he stood. Taking a defensive stance making sure you were well protected behind him.

“What’s your position?” He asked through his coms.

“Almost there sir, about a minute.” Kix returned the message.

Rex gave a solemn nod and the flicked on the lightsaber. The weight felt perfect cradled in both of his hands.

His face contorted into pure rage, Grievous let out yet another laugh into a coughing fit.

“Let’s see what your made of soldier boy.”

Grievous launched himself towards the captain, the blades exploding in many different colors. Rex was doused in the greens and blues of the lightsabers.

Nothing was getting through him to his padawan, his commander, his everything. Not this time. And not ever.

He twirled the blade behind him picking up the momentum, just like he had seen Anakin do so many times while training or fighting besides you.

Rex came down in an agressive arc pushing the bot back a little, clearly he was just as surprised as Rex was.

Over the fighting footfalls could be heard outside the hall, they were almost there just a little longer.

Grievous swung in a deadly arc and Rex had to dive out of the way just to not get chopped up.

Shouting could now he heard from the halls, a blaster bullet struck the huge clanker square in the shoulder.

Another lightsaber could be heard from somewhere behind Rex, he looked to see Anakin.

Anakin stared at him with wide eyes for a second before shouting. “Go, I’ll handle the asthmatic.”

Rex was at your side in an instant after that, Kix felt your pulse and stared to wrap the visible wounds. Rex would rather not see the blood that stained your robes.

You grabbed his hand quickly, he jumped a little at your touch. “I didn’t know you could fight like that without loosing a toe.” You wheezed decorated by a pained smile.

Rex shook his head a little, “You’ll have to teach me more.” He watched as your eyes closed again, face contouring in pain as Kix wrapped up something else.

“Sorry” he muttered. To Rex this time he said. “We have to get them out of here quickly.”

Nodding Rex slipped one arm beneath your legs, and another by your shoulders. Oh maker why did you feel so… limp?

“Promise me kid.” He whispered down to you running after Kix.

A small mumble was heard from his chest. He said. “Promise you’ll teach me, teach me when we get back to the temple.”

Of course he knew the council would never allow but it didn’t matter this time.

You were frozen for a moment which made Rex’s heart spike. “I promise” You barely whispered. “I cant promise you’ll be any good like me though.”

Rex let out a nervous laugh

As least if you could still make jokes and remarks at him you had to be somewhat alright.

“Whatever you say kid. We’re almost there just hang on.”

He felt you curl up closer to his chest, for a moment everything seemed to go quite. Rex felt as if he held the entirety of the galaxy between his own two arms.

And of course he did.

#star wars clone wars #clone wars #the clone boys #my writing #star wars #the clone wars #captain rex #rex x reader #rex #clone troopers #clone captain rex #toska-writes #reader insert

[sleepiexx]

In Your Caring Hands

Valeria Garza x fem!Reader

Note: this is the first ff I’ve posted since I was like 13 so I’d love any constructive criticism!! I wanted to start writing w Valeria bc she is criminally underrated and I’m like literally in love w her.

Summary: you get sick, Valeria cares for you.

Warnings: sickness, vomiting, reader is given medicine, lmk if there’s more

Word count: 1036

Everyone needs someone to rely on. Someone to go to when shit gets tough, who’ll back you up under any circumstance. The person to hold your hair back whilst you violently vomit your guts out into the toilet. For (Y/N), that came in the form of Valeria Garza.

The master bathroom in Valeria’s home was filled with sounds of gagging and dry heaving, followed by loud sobs.

“It’s alright, you’re alright sweetheart.” Valeria coo’d as she multitasked holding her girlfriend’s hair away from her face and rubbing her back.

In between choking up pieces of last nights dinner, (Y/N) sobbed out a pathetic “I just want this to be over,” face contorted in a deeply pained expression.

Valeria frowned, continuing to comfort the other girl who had resumed throwing up, before she decided to take action.

“I’ll be right back,” she said, tying (Y/N)’s hair back to make sure none of it got dirty in her absence, before standing and leaving the room.

She knew exactly what snarky remark her girlfriend would have made, had she not been doubled over the toilet bowl in pain. She could practically hear the “it’s not like I’m going anywhere,” (Y/N) surely would have let out.

After a few more minutes of vomiting and tears, worsened by the loss of the comfort she provided, Valeria came back to her girlfriend with a spoonful of medicine, fit to ease her aching stomach and nausea. She once again kneeled by her girlfriend.

“Come on princessa, drink up.” She muttered, holding (Y/N)’s chin gently between her index finger and her thumb, slowly guiding the medicine toward the other girl’s mouth.

Once (Y/N) realized what her girlfriend was trying to do, she weakly turned her head and whined out a sad “mm-mm.”

Valeria sighed, slightly peeved, but understanding of her girlfriend’s situation. “I know it tastes bad baby, but you gotta take your medicine or you’ll just keep feeling this way. You don’t want to feel like this anymore, do you?”

(Y/N) shook her head and turned to face Valeria, a single pitiful tear running down her face, quickly wiped up by Valeria’s gentle fingers.

Gentle. The big bad Sin Nombre, brought to her knees and turned gentle for the girl in front of her, the girl she loved. Valeria knew exactly how vulnerable (Y/N) was in her current state, she silently promised herself that she would always be there to help (Y/N) through the tough days. She’d dry (Y/N)’s eyes a million times, hold her hair back as she emptied the contents of her stomach a million times, spoon feed the poor girl medicine she desperately didn’t want to take but also desperately needed a million times, if it all meant her girl was happy and healthy. She owed her that, (Y/N) would do the same for her and even if she wouldn’t, Valeria adored her.

“I brought you some Gatorade to drink after your medicine, it’ll get some hydration back into you, and get the bad taste out of your mouth.”

(Y/N) looked up at her girlfriend with tearful puppy eyes, unable to muster even a weak smile as she murmured a quiet “thank you,” before allowing Valeria to slip the awful medicine down her throat. Valeria was quick to give her the opened bottle of Gatorade as a chaser when she swallowed, something (Y/N) greatly appreciated, downing the liquid before throwing the bottle off to the side.

As (Y/N) collapsed into her arms, Valeria went back to rubbing the girl’s back. “Of course mi amor, I will always be here for you. Now let’s get you off the bathroom floor and back into bed.”

Valeria stood up and held out a hand, expecting (Y/N) to take it and follow suit. She did not, “Just- Just give me a sec, okay?” She said quietly, head still spinning.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart.” Valeria muttered, reaching down and scooping up her girlfriend so that both of her thighs wrapped around her middle, hands supporting them on either side.

“‘m too heavy to carry, I can walk,” (Y/N) whined, unable to put up as much of a fight as she would have liked.

Valeria scoffed at the idea, steps unfaltering, “You insult my strength, my love, do you forget who I am? I’ve picked up people your size and bigger many times, please just let me coddle you.”

(Y/N) submitted, too tired to fight any harder, simply allowing the rhythm of Valeria’s steps to try and lull her to sleep.

Valeria sat (Y/N) on her side of the king size bed, watching as she rolled over into a fetal position. Valeria slid into her own side of the bed shortly after, facing (Y/N), eyes glued on the gentle resting expression on her face as she tried to sleep.

“You’re so gorgeous,” Valeria murmured, gentle hands brushing pieces of (Y/N)’s hair out of her face.

(Y/N) opened her eyes, looking at Valeria with them half-lidded. “But ‘m all icky and sick,” she argued.

Valeria pressed her forehead to the other girl’s, “Still as beautiful as ever,” she whispered, moving slightly to kiss her girlfriend’s forehead.

(Y/N) leaned into her lips, basking in the act of love. More tears she was unable to control rolled down her cheeks.

“Thank you,” she whispered, Valeria’s forehead returning to her own.

“Of course sweetheart,” Valeria said like a vow.

“No really, thank you. Thank you so much, I don’t know what I would do without you,” (Y/N) pouted.

For the millionth time that day, Valeria wiped her tears away. “You’d probably still be throwing up,” she smiled, brushing more hair out of (Y/N)’s face, “But that would never happen because I will always be here for you.”

The corner of (Y/N)’s mouth quirked up, her eyes slowly closing. Valeria could tell by the rhythm of her breaths that (Y/N) had fallen asleep, she’d continue to watch over the sleeping girl like her guardian angel, ready to fight whatever was thrown their way, even if that meant fighting sickness.

#call of duty valeria #valeria garza #valeria garza x reader #valeria x reader #valeria Garza x fem!reader #valeria cod #valeria garza cod

[vodika-vibes]

oooooh Jaster 😍

we definitely need more of him! Could you write something for him with loooots of kisses? 🥺

Welcome Home

Summary: You've been gone for a couple of weeks, and Jaster is more than happy to welcome you home.

Summary: Jaster Mereel x F!Reader

Word Count: 1036

Warnings: Smut. Uh...Happy Thanksgiving?

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: Uh...so...when you said kisses you definitely meant smut, right? lol. Anyway! Happy Thanksgiving to the Americans, have some well crafted smut to help get you through a day with racist and bigoted family members!

Divider by Saradika

He looks exhausted, you note as soon as you step into the bedroom you share with Jaster. He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, rubbing the back of his neck, which suggests to you that his neck is aching.

Your poor man. He works so hard.

You cross the room in several steps, pausing only long enough to set you helmet on the dresser, and trail your still gloved hand over his bare shoulder. “Long day, love?” You ask, sympathetically.

“I think they just like arguing with each other,” Jaster replies with a tired smile, “Welcome home, riduur.” You’ve been gone for several weeks, and you missed him like a missing limb. And judging by the look on his face, he missed you just as much.

You grin at him, “Maybe they do like fighting with each other.”

“Ugh.”

A laugh falls from your lips, and you lean to to press a kiss to the top of his head, “You’re the one who wanted to be Mand’alor, ner riduur.”

“I didn’t ask, they just said ‘here, have all this responsibility’.” Jaster grumbles, he lightly raps his knuckles on your chestplate, “Why are you still in this?”

“Because I just got home,” You reply with a laugh.

“Hm…” His hands slide up your armor and his nimble fingers start unfastening the seals, “I like you better out of your armor.”

“Jas!” His name falls from you in a laugh, “I’m all sweaty.”

“Oh no, not your sweat.” He drawls with an easy grin. Jaster lightly sets your armor on the bed next to him. And it doesn’t take him long before he has you down to your bodysuit. “Mm…so incredibly sexy.” He purrs as he drags his hands up your sides.

You grin at him, “You’re thinking with your dick again, love.”

“When it comes to you, always.”

You lean in and kiss him, and then slip out of his unprotesting grip. “Riduur,” He makes dramatic grabby hands towards you, “Come back.”

“I am going to take a shower, Jaster Mereel.” You reply as you set your hands on your hips, “You need to lay down and relax.”

He blinks at you slowly, “Yes ma’am.” He flops back on his back with a huff of air, “See. Laying. Relaxing. So relaxing.”

“Good man,” You tease. And then you turn and head into the fresher. You start the water, just on the other side of too hot, and then you strip and toss your bodysuit into the bin for the laundry. And then you step under the hot water.

A sigh falls from your lips as the hot water eases your sore muscles. And then you hear the fresher door slide open. “You know, showering is not laying down and relaxing.”

Warm arms slide around your waist and Jaster’s lips press against your neck, “Mm, I thought about it and decided that this is much more relaxing.”

You lean back against his chest, “Oh? Which part?”

“The part where I can do this,” Jaster rumbles as he slides his hands up your stomach to ghost over your breasts. He runs his thumbs over your nipples, and his gentle ministrations are rewarded with a quiet moan. “And the part where I can hear you make that noise for me.”

You laugh softly, and then roll your hips back against his already hard length pressed against you, “Mm, someone’s eager.” 

“For you? Always.” Jaster rains a series of kisses down your neck, “Gods, I missed you. No more long missions.”

You turn in his arms, and you slide your hands up his chest, so you’re able to circle his neck with your arms, “Is that an order from my mand’alor?”

“A request,” He rumbles in turn, as he ducks his head so he’s able to kiss you, “From your riduur.”

You release a breathless laugh, “Well, who am I to refuse a request from my perfect riduur?” You joke as you kiss him quickly. And then you kiss him again and again.

Jaster’s hips rock against you, and you can feel his hard cock against your stomach. “Need you, riduur.” He mumbles against your lips, “Can I have you?”

You smile warmly, “You have me,” You reassure, “But we don’t have to rush, Jas.” You slide your hands down his chest, and lightly grip his cock with a gentle hand.

You give him a languid stroke, and he groans in pleasure. “Ka’ra, I love your hands.” Jaster mumbles as his head falls back, “Should be illegal to have such talented hands.”

A laugh slips from you, “Oh? So you want me to stop?”

“Never,” He replies, as he starts slowly rocking his hips in time with your slow pace, “Never want you to stop.” He tilts your head back and crashes his lips against yours, “Such talented hands,” He mumbles.

You move your hand a little faster, lightly sliding your thumb over the head of his cock. Jaster’s groan is low and deep, and his hips lose their steady rhythm as he spills his release over your hand and stomach.

You continue stroking his cock until he’s fully spent, and then you pull your hand away and lick his release off your hand. “Better, love?” you ask lightly.

“Mm,” He hums low and deep as he watches you clean your hand off, “Was wound a little too tightly,” Jaster agrees as he quickly regains control of his breathing, his hands settling on your hips again.

You grin at him, “I like knowing that I can still get you so worked up.”

Jaster chuckles, and kisses you quickly, and then again even deeper, “Let’s get you cleaned up, riduur. Because I’m not even close to being done with you.”

“Oh?” You murmur.

“As much as I’d love to fuck you against the shower wall, we both know that that doesn’t work.” Jaster replies, “Shower is too small, should have it renovated.”

You laugh, “A project for later, then.” You stand on your toes and kiss him, deeply, “Love you, Jaster.”

“Love you too, riduur.” His hands slide around to grab your ass, pulling a squeak from you, “Let’s get you cleaned up so I can make you a mess again.”

#star wars #star wars legends #jaster mereel x reader #jaster x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #answered asks #18+ fic

[web-spinning]

I know everyone had negative views on Spy being a father because he’s quite shit at it honestly, however I was hoping we could get a Spy late father instincts kickin in for a young adult reader?

" Late Night Comfort "- Spy comforting a young adult reader.

Word Count: 1036

Tw. hurt/comfort.

You sat down on the fancy chair, uncomfortably tapping your fingers on it's arms. 

This whole situation made you feel like a child again. You weren't a child, you were almost an adult! And on top of that, a mercenary. You could get through this yourself. 

The battlefield has been tough. A little more than usual. You noticed the others were much more concerned about you lately, but you always shrugged it off with stress and said it's all gonna be okay. The excuse worked on everyone...expect Spy. 

You've barely been a part of the team for two months. You had no chance to even show yourself to your teammates. But somehow, he just knew. 

He saw right through you. And tonight, he knocked on your door while you were crying yourself to sleep, saying he needs to talk to you. 

Right now you were sitting in his room, watching him settle a glass with red wine on the coffee table before you, and then going to the chair on the opposite end of it, facing you while sitting down. You swallowed. Here comes the lecture about how dangerous the job is and how young you are, blah blah...

- Listen...Oh, also the wine doesn't have much alcohol, you can drink it. If you want a cigarette, I have some too.- He said casually. You were about to open up your mouth, but he stopped.- Don't say you don't smoke, I know you do. Saw you with Sniper after the last mission. 

At that, you looked down to your feet and only nodded. You could hear the man sigh. 

- You see, what I wanted to you about is...I think you should take a break.- He said. 

You looked up at him again, starting to get angry. 

- A break? Right now? I can't, Spy I'm...

- You're in constant stress. I can see it. You can't focus during battles, you miss every single shot. And I noticed you've gained some interesting scars on your arms, am I correct?- Spy said, looking right into your eyes. You couldn't help but look away. 

- It's from...

- I know, you don't need to explain it to me. I just want you to cooperate with me. The sooner you go on vacation, the better. It's only two weeks off. 

- Well, where on Earth am I suppose to go?- You asked, a bit salty. You hated the fact that he was right. 

- You see...- He started, taking the glass full of wine into his hand and taking a sip.- To your family. And if you don't want to, Scout's also going on a break to Boston. You can join him. 

- And how is that gonna help? I'm just gonna stress over you all and the missions more and will be counting days to come back.- You replied, feeling a gulp forming inside your throat. 

- That's the thing. You won't, if you manage to let it all stay here. That's why I want you to talk to me. Tell me what's on your mind. We can work this through.- Spy said, putting the glass back down. His tone was very gentle and he seemed to really care. 

For a moment you put down your defense, and sighed. 

- It's just...the missions. I'm not doing good on them anymore. We keep on failing because of me. And you know, the whole mercenary thing...I'm starting to feel like it's not for me. All the other mercs are so much older than me, and I can't really have a normal talk with any of them. I mean, there's Scout, but he prefers to hang out with them. And I'm...

- Lonely?- He cut you mid-sentence, tilting his head to the side. 

- Yeah. It's kinda...- You felt your stomach twist as you thought about it.-...pathetic. 

Saying it out loud, it really hit you. You felt like crying, but instead just took in a deep breath. Spy wasn't replying, so you decided to say something more. 

- No matter how hard I train, no matter how much I try, I can never impress any of you! I just want to feel like home. I didn't take over war, it's the war that took over me! Don't you know, I would rather be at the state university of New Mexico right now...but it was blown up by Saxton Hale because he needed money!- Now pure anger mixed with sadness, and you felt tears forming in your eyes. 

- Spy, I just want to make a new home. I can't have a normal life, at least I can still have this one. But it's not working out.- At this point tears just started rolling on your cheek uncontrollably as you began to delicately shake in the chair. 

- I just want...want a home...- You began whimpering out as you sobbed. It was embarrassing to cry in front of him, but you couldn't help it. 

Spy didn't say a thing, just stood up from his seat. He slowly took off both his gloves, then the Balaklava off his head. He wouldn't usually, but it felt like a good idea. It was somewhat illogical to feel comfortable with someone who hides themself. He slowly approached you, and when he finally got to you, he crouched delicately to meet your eye level. 

He gently took your hand in his, which made you snap your attention towards him. 

- Shhh...I know it's hard. I promise it will be better.- He said.- You're gonna take a break and when you come back, everything will be okay. I promise. 

He began delicately caressing your hand, which was quite calming. 

- Did Scout agree to that?- You managed to mutter out. The man only nodded, and you sighed.- I guess I can go with him.

- Of course. I'm glad.- Spy said, letting go of your hand. He stood up and looked at you again. You exhaled deeply, cleaned the tears off your face and also stood up. Without asking, you just threw yourself onto him. After a second he accepted the hug, pulling his arms behind your back. 

- It's alright, mon chou. Everything will be okay.

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 imagines #tf2 x reader #tf2 x reader platonic #tf2 fanfiction #tf2 spy x reader #tf2 spy x reader platonic #hurt/comfort fic #sorry Scout #your father has a new child now

[whats-this-madness]

Word count: 1036

Cats In Water

“Barnacles reporting in,” Tweak looked up from what she was working on to see the Captain’s worried expression on the monitor.

“What’s going on, Captain?” She asked, spinning her chair around to face him.

“There’s been a bit of a situation, I’m coming back earlier than expected.” She quirked a brow. Earlier that day the Captain had left to explore a nearby coral reef. He had been planning it for a few days now, and had left Tweak to watch over the octopod.

“Is something wrong with the Gup?” Barnacles looked over his shoulder with a hum.

“Not exactly. It’ll be easier to explain in person.” Tweak could only tilt her head. “Okay..?”

He sighed, his ear twitching. “I’ll be back shortly.” With that he cut the call. Tweak sat for a minute. What could’ve happened that caused such a big change of plans? She stood, leaving the doo-hickey she had been working on behind. This oughta be good, she thought, sliding down the ladder to the launch bay.

When she got down there, she found Inkling sitting on a barrel by the monitor in the wall. “Oh. Hello Tweak. Is everything alright?” She gave him a shrug.

“I dunno. Captain just called and said he was coming back early because of a, ‘situation’.” She quoted. The octopus hummed, and turned back to his book.

She sat by the pool of water looking at the unfinished Gup-b. It was a smaller gup, meant to be faster than the Gup-a, in case they needed to chase after an injured creature and the gup a wasn’t able to keep up. The only problem was she had no one to drive it yet.

Barnacles was too large to fit inside, no doubt. And Inkling didn’t drive… She sighed resting her head in her paw. She hadn’t even figured out which color to paint it. Tweak sat there a while, listening to the sound of Inkling turning the pages in his book and the Gup-b floating around in the launch bay, before she heard Captain’s voice from the speaker.

“Open the octo-hatch!” Inkling pulled down the lever to the hatch, and they both watched as the Gup-a surfaced. He let go of the lever and waited for Barnacles to open the windshield, and a few moments later, he stepped out of the Gup carrying a soaked, unconscious cat in his arms. Tweak gasped.

“What in the swamp happened out there??” She questioned, watching the Captain walk past her to place the cat on the floor, leaned against the wall. “I saw him drowning, so I helped him.” He says turning to face Tweak.

“Okay…” She looked at the guy, trying to get an idea of what happened. The man was short. Well, shorter than Barnacles but that was a given considering how huge he was. He had orange fur, with sparse stripes throughout. His left eye was covered by an eyepatch, and he wore a ripped shirt and torn shorts. He was littered with injuries. Tiny cuts and scrapes, she even saw a couple bite marks…and his hands were tied together with rope.

“Why are his hands tied?” Inkling asks, having gotten up and approaching the kid at some point. Captain looks over at him. “I didn’t even notice that.” He kneeled down in front of the cat, and broke the ropes apart with paws. They all looked at eachother, as the same thought crossed their minds. What happened to this guy??

Kwazii groaned as he woke up, covering his face with his arm. He didn’t wanna wake up, he didn’t feel good… where was he? He sat up, ignoring the aching pain in his joints and forced his eyes open.

He winced, as the brightness of the room shone straight into his bad eye. Where was his eye patch? He covered his left eye with his paw and looked around the room. It looked like some sort of hospital room, with a big fish tank in the corner (which he might add, didn’t have any fish in it). There were three beds, himself in the one furthest to the right of the room, and at a desk by the fish tank, was that white bear who dragged him out of the water.

Oh. Now he remembered what happened.

The bear was watching him, and Kwazii met his eyes. There was a moment of silence between them before the guy spoke.

“I’m glad to see you’re awake.. You were out for a while there.” Kwazii nodded, studying the bear’s features. He was larger than a scout ship, with fur as white as snow. He wore a uniform Kwazii didn’t recognize, but was reminiscing, and blue in color. A navy man. The cat’s ears flattened to his head.

Then Kwazii spotted his eyepatch on the bear’s desk. Seemingly following his gaze, the bear picked up the eye patch and threw it to him. “I assume you’ll be wanting that.” Kwazii caught the patch, and slipped it onto his head, straightening it over his eye. There was another stretch of silence before he questioned.

“Why did you save me?” The bear looked surprised for a moment, then a look of sympathy came over his face. “You were in danger.” Kwazii scoffed, and brought his knees to his chest.

The bear sighed. “Maybe that was a bit vague.” He spins his chair a bit, in order to face Kwazii. “My name is Captain Barnacles, and I’m an octonaut.” Kwazii is about to ask what that is, but he doesn’t get a chance. “Which means I help creatures that are in any form of danger at all.” The cat’s brow furrows.

“But… why??” The Captain smiles.

“Because that’s what I do.” Barnacles stands, and Kwazii tenses. He gives a sympathetic look and moves to the door of the room. “Relax, I’m just going to get your clothes out of the dryer.” With that, he leaves.

Kwazii sighs and lays back down in the bed. Although he wanted to get up and find a way off this ship so he could find his grandfather, (because who needs those guys’ help?) he was too tired to actually get up. Plus, he wanted his clothes back.

#octonauts #finally figured out how to add cuts #fanfic #octonauts fanfic #octonauts kwazii #octonauts tweak #octonauts barnacles #octonauts captain barnacles #octonauts inkling #octonauts professor inkling #angst #light angst #calico jack #furries

[cozyaliensuperstar7]

Jimmy seemingly showing sympathy to Roman Jey is like, "Nah leave him."

Roman being extra as usual and Solo laying out on the floor.

These four are so damn good at what they do. Got you emotional about this battle literally to the last minute. 🥺🥺

#jimmy uso #jey uso #solo sikoa #roman reigns #the tribal chief #undisputed wwe universal champion #greatest universal champion ever #longest reigning universal champion ever #1036+ days and counting... #the only one #we the ones #the enforcer #the samoan dynasty #aiga #the greatest family in wrestling

[urlocalwhumper]

Puppy & Kitty (pt. 1)

CWs: pet whump, literal animal people, physical abuse, multiple whumpees, female whumpee(s), male whumper

Word Count: 1036

Abducted at a young age, Puppy couldn’t remember a time when she wasn’t Puppy.

Animal hybrids like her were a hot commodity among the world’s rich and famous. They had the intelligence and lifespan of a human, along with the desirable traits of whichever animal they were mixed with.

Puppy was a dog, if you couldn’t already guess. Floppy golden ears atop her similarly blonde hair, her entire lower body covered in fluffy golden fur, a long tail jutting out from her lower back.

Dogs couldn’t read, write, or speak, so neither could Puppy. She barked, whined, and growled, like a dog should. Though Master would get mad if she was too loud, so she tried to keep that to a minimum.

Puppy had a name, it was engraved into the gold tag dangling from her collar, and it was usually what Master’s friends called her, but Master himself just called her “Puppy” most of the time, so Puppy she was.

At night, or simply whenever Master didn’t want her around the house, Puppy lived in the basement. It was cold down there, and Puppy’s fur didn’t cover her whole body, but she had her doggy bed to protect her from the freezing cement floor, so she made do.

One day, Master seemed unusually excited. Puppy stayed out of his way, curling up in a corner as small as she could get. If Master was excited, he probably didn’t want his stupid mutt getting in the way. Puppy’s stomach was still bruised from two days ago, and she didn’t want to risk throwing up on Master’s carpet and making him even angrier.

Around lunchtime, the doorbell rang. This seemed to be what Master had been anticipating, as he practically ran to answer it.

On the other side of the door stood a man holding a large pet crate. Puppy continued to stay low and out of Master's way, but she couldn't help being a little curious.

"Here you are, sir." The delivery man said, hefting the crate onto the ground, where it noticeably shook and hissed. "This one's a fresh catch, so it's not been trained properly. Hope you like the challenge."

Master seemed positively giddy. "I love a challenge."

Master signed a few papers, and then the delivery man left, leaving only Master, Puppy, and the crate.

"Now, now." He said. "Let's get a better look at you."

He opened the crate, and immediately a figure darted out, taking up an aggressive stance and hissing at him.

Puppy's nose twitched. Master's new pet was a cat hybrid, she could tell that almost immediately. She had the same physical makeup as Puppy, but was quite a bit smaller, and with feline features instead of Puppy's canine ones.

Master almost completely ignored the show of aggression, instead picking up and leisurely leafing through the file that was handed to him alongside the crate.

"Let's see - cat hybrid, female, age 18, impaired vision, fresh capture, and your name is…" He closed the file. "Interesting, interesting."

The cat hissed again, then opened her mouth and spoke.

"You're a sick bastard." She spat.

"Ah-ah-ah." Master tutted. He stepped closer to the cat, and then kicked her square in the ribs. "Pets don't talk." He scolded as she sputtered and gasped.

He knelt down to her level, roughly grabbing her hair and forcing her to look at him. "Whoever you were before means fuck all to me. You're Kitty now, and I expect you to act like it. Understand me?"

Kitty looked up at him for a moment before giving a single, fearful nod.

Master let go of her hair. "Great!" He stood up. "Now, you aren't my first or only pet. I'll leave you two to get acquainted now."

It was only then that Kitty seemed to notice Puppy, jumping back in surprise and raising her hackles.

Puppy, undaunted by the attempt at intimidation, trotted up to Kitty and nosed at her ears, pulling back when Kitty seemed to cringe away.

Puppy tilted her head from side to side, pondering, before leaning back in and licking Kitty's cheek, hoping to communicate friendliness.

Kitty didn't seem to be particularly pleased with the lick either, but at least she stopped being so tense. She took a tentative step towards Puppy, still a bit defensive, but seemingly recognizing that Puppy didn't mean her any harm.

Puppy wagged her tail, jerking her head forward to try and communicate to Kitty that she should follow her. 

Kitty followed, but kept her head bowed and seemed to squint every time she did look up. Puppy led her through the house all the way down to the basement. Kitty winced at the cold stone floor against her paws, something Puppy could very much sympathize with. 

The basement was dark, only lit by a single lightbulb hanging from the ceiling, which Master turned off at night. In the left corner was Puppy's doggy bed, and in the right corner were her food and water bowls, sat atop a small rubber mat. Puppy assumed that Master would bring in a similar set for Kitty in the following days.

Seemingly worn out, Kitty flopped onto the doggy bed and curled up as small as she could get, shivering in the cold air. 

It took Puppy a moment to realize Kitty was crying, shoulders shaking and heaving as she muffled her whimpers against the bed, tears flowing down her cheeks.

Puppy stepped forward and whined in distress, licking the tears off of Kitty's face until she pushed her away, using the side of her hand to wipe away both her tears and Puppy's saliva.

Taking note of Kitty's continued shivering, Puppy came up with a different idea. 

As gently and carefully as she could, Puppy climbed into the bed behind Kitty, curling her larger body around her in the hopes that sharing body heat would help quell the trembling.

At first, Kitty went rigid, not daring to move a muscle. But as the moments passed and the warmth from Puppy's body started to seep into hers, she relaxed, burrowing further into the bed and letting Puppy snuggle her closer.

Exhausted, afraid, yet oddly comforted, Kitty drifted off into a restless sleep.

#puppy & kitty #whump #pet whump #kidnapping #abduction #hurt/comfort #cuddling #nonhuman whumpee #multiple whumpees #female whumpee #animal people #here we go. my jnnn pet indulgence LMFAO #i intentionally didn't mention their names #and the only physical descriptors i gave are that puppy is big and blonde and kitty is small and needs glasses #to make it vague enough for more people to enjoy #but yes this is intended to be jnnn bc they have consumed by brain recently #mine

[itssweetiedarling]

Secret Santa

Day 3 of @12daysofchristmas - "If you don't have gloves, you can just hold my hand."

Fandom: Harry Potter Magic Awakened 

Characters: Daniel Page/MC

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1036

Hogsmeade during Christmas time was a sight to behold, with its cobblestone streets adorned with twinkling fairy lights and the sweet scent of cinnamon wafting through the air. So, MC dragged Daniel out of the sixth-year dorm, eager to immerse him in the holiday spirit.

As they strolled through the snow-covered lanes, the storefronts of Honeydukes, Zonko's Joke Shop, and the other shops were decked out with festive decorations.

MC spotted an enchanted snowman dancing in the snow, they giggled pointing, “Look!”

Daniel followed MC's gaze and chuckled at the sight of the enchanted snowman, its carrot nose wiggling as it performed a lively dance in the snow. "I didn't know snowmen had moves like that! Must be the holiday magic," he remarked, joining in MC's laughter.

As they approached the Three Broomsticks, the inviting warmth and the scent of spiced butterbeer beckoned them inside. The tavern was decorated with festive wreaths and garlands, and the tables were adorned with red and green candles. They found a cozy corner booth, sinking into the plush seats and soaking in the holiday atmosphere.

MC, unable to contain their excitement, said, "I love how Hogsmeade transforms during Christmas. It's like stepping into a magical holiday card."

Daniel nodded in agreement, taking a sip of his butterbeer. "Absolutely.” He looks around, people watching.

Their conversation was interrupted by the arrival of the tavern’s landlady, Madam Rosmerta, who greeted them with a warm smile. "Enjoying your visit, dears? Anything else I can get for you?" she asked.

"Just the warmth and cheer, thank you," Daniel replied, causing MC to giggle once again. He was always trying to make them happy. He didn’t necessarily understand why, but their smile made him smile.

Madam Rosmerta chuckled at Daniel's response, "Warmth and cheer are the specialties of the season, my dears. But if you fancy some more butterbeer or a plate of mince pies, don't hesitate to ask." With a friendly nod, she left them to enjoy their drinks.

MC leaned over the table, “So…who did you get for our Secret Santa?” Their friend group decided to do a Secret Santa this year, and MC is just being snoopy.

“I can’t tell you!” Daniel sips some more butterbeer.

MC raised an eyebrow, playfully persistent. "Come on, Daniel, you can trust me with your Secret Santa reveal."

Daniel grinned, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Nice try, but a good man never reveals his secrets.”

The banter continued as they finished their butterbeer, the cozy atmosphere of the Three Broomsticks making their conversation even more enjoyable.

“So, where do you need to go to get your Secret Santa a gift?” MC asked.

Daniel pointed, “Honeydukes.”

MC's eyes lit up with excitement. "Ah, the sweetest place in Hogsmeade! Perfect choice. Let's head there and see if we can find the perfect treat for your special someone."

Daniel became flustered, “They are not a special someone!”

“Oh?” MC raised their eyebrow but chuckled and continued walking.

As they entered the sweet shop, the aroma of chocolates and candies enveloped them. Shelves upon shelves were filled with a tempting array of confections, and the festive displays showcased special holiday treats.

Daniel perused the shelves thoughtfully, considering the preferences of his secret Santa. "I know they have a sweet tooth, but I'm not sure if they lean more towards chocolate or something fruity."

MC, always ready to offer advice, suggested, "How about a box of assorted chocolates? That way, you cover all bases. And, of course, you can't go wrong with a few Honeydukes classics."

Daniel smiled, appreciating the suggestion. "You're right. A mix of chocolates and maybe some of those magical candies they have here. It's the perfect combination."

They gathered an assortment of treats, carefully selecting a variety of chocolates, fizzing whizzbees, and Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans. They put them in a holiday box. As they approached the counter to pay, MC couldn't resist adding a few extra surprises to the mix for themselves.

Outside, the snow had intensified, creating a serene and picturesque scene. The glow from the shop windows reflected off the white-covered ground, enhancing the enchanting ambiance of Hogsmeade.

With their bags filled with magical sweets, Daniel and MC made their way out the door.

Daniel sighed, “Why is it so cold!”

“I told you to layer up!” MC looked at him.

“I did!”

“Did you?”

“Yes!”

“Do you have more layers like a scarf or gloves?”

Daniel checked his pockets, “No.”

“Well, your hands are pretty purple. If you don’t have gloves you can just hold my hand.” MC playfully winked. Just like how Daniel liked to see them happy, MC liked to tease him.

“I- um-” Daniel’s cheeks turned redder than they already were from the cold.

“I’m joking!”

Daniel gave another sigh.

- MC’s friends all gathered in the secret room behind the painting. “Is everyone ready to give out their Secret Santa gifts?” Everyone cheered, and MC smiled, “Let’s start then!”

When everyone started chatting and giving out gifts, Daniel walked over to MC. “So…you’re my secret Santa…I know you were there when we bought the candy, I just wanted your opinion without directly asking…” He handed them a box of all the different types of candy he bought.

“You know I’m a sucker for sugar!” They smiled, looking down at the box. “You know, you’re actually my secret Santa as well.”

“Really?” He looked at his feet.

“Mhm! I got you a journal for taking notes, writing down thoughts, or whatever! But this one is not just any journal, it’s special.” They handed their gift over, “Take a peek inside.”

Daniel opened it and inside was a note.

“Dear Daniel, I wanted to say thank you for being with me for six years at Hogwarts. You’ve opened up to me when I know you find it hard. You’re a sweetheart deep inside and I see that every day. You’re so smart and talented I can’t wait to see you do incredible things in the future. I love you. From, MC.” MC opened the box of candy, “Hope you like it!” They walked away before Daniel could talk about what was in the note.

“Wait MC-”

#12daysofchristmas2023 #harry potter magic awakened #magic awakened #daniel page #christmas fanfiction #christmas fanfic

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

Can I request a fluffy Ben Hardy x fem. reader oneshot where it’s his birthday and reader and their 2 year old daughter celebrate Ben’s special day with him?

My Girls

Fandom: RPF, Actor RPF,

Pairing: Ben Hardy x Fem! Reader

Characters: Ben Hardy, Female Reader, Original Female Character, Reader

Word Count: 1036 // Rating: Gen

Summary: Ben gets a birthday breakfast in bed

Tags/ Warnings: Fluff, Requested, Ben Hardy x Reader, Ben Hardy x Fem!Reader, Established relationship, Marriage, Married Life, Long Distance Relationship, Kissing, Kids, Toddlers, Original Child Character

Notes: Hope you like it. I'm looking through my requests and doing some asap. I've been focused on TOEG for a while. @borhapgirlforlife19 [updated 9/22]

As the cup slipped to the edge of the tray Y/N grabbed it wincing as hot tea splashed over her hand. Amelie didn’t seem to notice or care about her mum’s minor burns as she burst into the room screeching, ‘Happy bird-day dada!’ she said walking forward and putting the tray on Ben’s legs which were under the cover on the bed. Ben was sitting watching as his wife muttered what sounded like a swear word under her breath. He held back a chuckle.

‘Thank you, sweetheart,’ Ben said grabbing his daughter and heaving her up into his lap peppering her face with kisses which made her giggle. ‘Dada,’ she giggled as Ben started to tickle her, ‘stop it!’ ‘I thought you were asleep,’ Y/N said sitting down on the edge of the bed and sliding the tray onto the flat side of the bed where she put the tea back on the tray. Ben looked up from tickling Amelie and smiled at her, ‘what I was supposed to sleep through the racket of you two making breakfast?’ ‘It wasn’t that loud,’ Y/N chuckled as she passed the plate to him. ‘I was roused by you two walking downstairs. And then completely up at the sound of the electric whisk,’ he said cutting a slice of pancake with the side of his fork with his free hand, ‘how much mess am I walking into?’ ‘Not much, besides I should hope it’s worth it,’ Y/N said as Ben took a bite. ‘Mmm, that is gorgeous,’ Ben mumbled. ‘You like it?’ Amelie said, ‘me and Mumma made them.’ ‘I know you did. They’re very yummy. Thank you, princess,’ Ben said kissing her head. ‘Amelie have some?’ Amelie asked her fingers already grabbing at the raspberries on the side of the plate. Her pink pyjama shirt was covered in batter splashes which made Y/N thank the lord she hadn’t changed her before they made breakfast. ‘Amelie, let Daddy answer before you take one,’ Y/N said. Amelie turned her face up to Ben her blue eyes as large as a Disney Princess’. ‘Of course, you can,’ Ben said, ‘Mumma can even have some too if she plays her cards right.’ ‘You say that like Mumma’s not already had the test pancakes we couldn’t bring up,’ Y/N smirked. ‘Oh like that is it?’ Ben said. ‘Birthday boy deserves the best right?’ Y/N said. ‘Right!’ Amelie giggled making her parents smile.

‘So come on, what’s our plans for the day?’ Ben said. He’d been working up until yesterday and had a long train journey back home that only got him into London near midnight. By the time he had gotten home Amelie was tucked up in bed as was Y/N though she had roused a little when he had slipped in beside her. ‘Um, about that,’ Y/N said, ‘we haven’t really got anything planned. I knew you’d be knackered and I didn’t want to make a big list if you didn’t feel like doing anything. Sorry-’ ‘Don’t apologise,’ Ben chuckled. ‘I mean I should’ve arranged something,’ Y/N said. ‘Honestly babe, it’s not a big deal. I don’t wanna do something big and fancy. Just spending the day with my two favourite girls will do,’ Ben said. ‘You’re a star you know,’ Y/N said. ‘I know,’ Ben smirked, ‘so what should we do?’ ‘I don’t know. You pick,’ Y/N said. ‘Hmm,’ Ben said, ‘what can we do? Amelie, what should we do today?’ ‘Monkeees,’ Amelie said right off the bat. ‘Monkeys?’ Ben said. ‘Monkeeeees,’ Amelie repeated, ‘like George.’ ‘George? Who’s George?’ Ben asked looking at Y/N for an explanation. ‘Nawty Georgie. He’s silly like you Dada,’ Amelie giggled as she oohed and ahhed showing Ben her monkey impression. ‘I think she means Curious George. It’s been on repeat all week. It’s been the only thing she’ll fall asleep to,’ Y/N said with a yawn. ‘More bedtime standoffs?’ Ben sighed. Y/N nodded. Amelie was always the same whenever Ben was away. The longer it was the worse she seemed to be. ‘Yeah,’ Y/N sighed but before she could say anything more Amelie repeated herself, ‘monkeeees Dada we go see the monkeeeeeees.’ ‘I think you mean the zoo baby. That’s where the monkeys are,’ Ben said. ‘We can see George?’ Amelie asked excitedly. ‘Yep, now come on you. Let Daddy eat his breakfast in peace while we get ready for the zoo eh?’ Y/N said standing up and scooping her daughter up and placing her onto her hip. As she turned to leave Ben grabbed her spare hand and kissed it. She allowed him to and then she placed her hand on his cheek and stroked it for just a moment. That was until Amelie started tugging on her top her excitement about the monkey’s not waning the longer she was made to wait.

‘Okay Ami I’m coming,’ Y/N said rolling her eyes as she walked to the door. ‘Guess I better eat fast eh?’ Ben said. Y/N turned for a moment to look at him. ‘Can’t keep the monkeys waiting,’ Y/N said, ‘besides faster we go faster we get back. And faster you can open your present.’ ‘Oh? Can’t I open it now?’ Ben said. ‘You’re as impatient as her,’ Y/N chuckled before she lowered her voice to a whisper, ‘and no you can’t. Let’s just say your present isn’t suitable to be unwrapped in front of just anyone.’ ‘No?’ ‘No and you better hope this kid of yours goes down easy tonight,’ she said and then she carried her daughter out of the room. Ben smiled as he watched them go even more so as he heard his daughter's babbles trail off as they got to their room.

He didn’t need a birthday fuss. He just needed his girls.

#Fluff #Requested #Ben Hardy x Reader #Ben Hardy x Fem!Reader #Established relationship #Marriage #Married Life #Long Distance Relationship #Kissing #Kids #Toddlers #Original Child Character #my writing #my girls

[mlmxreader]

There Goes My Miracle | Sierra Six x m!reader

@satan-incarnate-666 asked: can i get an order of uhhhh six x m!reader with a side of uhhhh 

“Hey, hey move over, I wanna lie down”

summary: Six takes a nap on the sofa while you do some chores here and there and play some Bruce Springsteen songs. 

tws: n/a

word count: 1036

Six was tired, to say the least, and even though you were up and about doing the cleaning and the laundry and the other chores that needed to be done here and there - as it was your turn - he had somehow found it in himself to take a nap on the sofa; he could sleep anywhere, so sleeping on his side with his knees pulled up and his head resting on the arm as he crossed his arms and drifted off wasn’t exactly difficult for him. He felt safe enough that he didn’t need to worry about getting up every ten minutes, and he was more than happy when you put on a few songs he recognised as he started to doze off; a smile coming to his lips when he heard ‘Cover Me’ by Bruce Springsteen playing. He knew you only played Springsteen when you were in a really good mood, and that put him more at ease than anything else; he really didn’t need to worry about a damn thing. Snuggled up in a pair of grey pyjama bottoms and an old hoodie, he was more than content during his little nap, letting you get on with whatever you needed to do; he didn’t even stir when you put the hoover round, nor did he even shuffle around when you dragged out the clothes horses and started to load them up with the freshly done washing. No, Six was quite content as he napped while you did the housework; he wasn’t even sure how long he had been asleep for, but he dared to stir and to finally wake when he felt you gently shoving his shoulder. 

He opened one eye, glaring at you as he grumbled. “What, puppy?”

“Hey, hey move over, I wanna lie down,” you told him, and when he moved onto his back, you were quick to get on top of him. 

You settled down with your face buried against his neck, your legs slung over his as you snuggled up against him; lazily, Six threw his arm over you and closed his eyes again, starting to drift off when you mumbled for his attention. 

“Do you ever regret moving in?”

“When you talk so much, sometimes,” he muttered.

“Yeah, but I mean normally,” you started, “like, we’ve been dating for a while now, and I just… I dunno, do you ever regret it?”

“Do you?”

“No,” you pressed a sweet kiss to his neck. “I like being your boyfriend as it is, and getting to annoy you every day is just a bonus.” 

Six scoffed, shifting around a little so that he could get a little more comfortable; he realised that you had left the music playing, and he could feel a smile tugging at his lips when he heard ‘Hungry Heart’. It made him think of the times you were driving around, usually to go and grab some shopping, and how every time it played on the radio you turned it up and sang as loudly as you could; but then, you always did the same with ‘The Trooper’ by Iron Maiden - the only difference was that, when the Springsteen song played, you looked at him with such a fondness that he almost couldn’t breathe, and he felt as if his lungs had collapsed for a couple of seconds. 

Stealing a look at you, Six hummed softly, snuggling back down as he started to doze off again; you were already sound against him, cuddled into him as if he was an anchor amongst a stormy sea, as if he was the only thing in the world that mattered. He couldn’t help it, dropping off to sleep again, more than comforted and content with the fact that you - the boyfriend he never thought he would ever deserve - were cuddled into his side with your lips pressed against his neck and your breath so soft against his skin. He had been so tired, and while it may have been easier to go to bed and to get under the duvet and to sleep on your side until he was properly rested, he didn’t want to be far from you, and he had decided that the sofa was the better option for that; he could sleep anywhere, but the place he liked best was anywhere near you, anywhere close to you and where he could tell that you were present. Those were always his favourite places to sleep, they always would be. 

Six was the first to wake, as always, and he chuckled a little when he heard ‘There Goes My Miracle’ by Bruce Springsteen, realising that neither of you had gotten up to actually turn the speaker off; but then he looked at you again, still sound asleep and coiled around him, and he grumbled as he stayed put. 

“Look what we've done, ahh ahh, heartache, heartbreak, love gives, love takes, the book of love holds its rules, disobeyed by fools, disobeyed by fools, there goes my miracle walkin’ away.” 

He couldn’t find it in himself to move, he couldn’t stand or stomach the thought of moving you and possibly even waking you up, not now, not when you were so comfortable and so content and so soundly asleep, he couldn’t bring himself to do a damn thing about it, not now, he would wait until you properly woke up before he moved; so he settled back down again, wide awake and staring at the ceiling as he listened to the Bruce Springsteen songs that kept playing, daring to sneak his hand under your shirt just so he could draw little patterns into your skin as he thought about how lucky he was to have a boyfriend like you, how lucky he was that he could feel safe with you and that he could turn off the part of himself that had been trained to kill and to constantly be on guard. He laid there, thinking about how you were, basically, his miracle; he couldn’t help it, smiling a little as he closed his eyes again and sighed. 

If the entire day was going to be spent asleep, he was just glad that he could do so in your company. 

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[pensat-i-fet]

The Journalist’s Footballer- Chapters Twenty One and Twenty Two (Rúben Dias)

Word count: 1036

*Author’s note: these 2 chapters act as a bridge between what could be seen as part 1 and 2, so it is more like a filler chapter to connect things so they make sense. But you don’t want to miss what’s coming on Wednesday and Friday 👀 *

Chapter 21:

Rúben

With Spurs only four points behind us, this match is a must-win. We need to head to the World Cup securely at the top of the league. 

I laugh reading Christina’s message.

“I won’t wish you good luck today because I hope you lose”.

“This is technically your team now, so…”

“Not my team when you play Spurs, it says so in the contract. Sorry! 🤷"

To be honest, it wouldn’t surprise me if she tried to add that to the contract. A contract I talked about with Tom. The moment I asked him about it and about Christina, he only told me that no, there isn’t a rule that forbids her from dating the players.

Well, interesting that he knew that was what I wanted to know. He had a good laugh seeing my face. I’m that obvious.

When we head to the pitch, I know there are two targets for me today. Winning and doing something else. I immediately find the person who can help me with one of those tasks and he is on board with it. Perfect.

The match, however, is not perfect. We lost Grealish at the beginning of the second half when he got his second yellow card and Spurs managed to get a 78th-minute equalizer through Son. 

“I guess a draw is ok. Also, you were amazing today. MOTM performance 😉❤️"

How does she manage to put a smile on my face with just a few words?

Pep wishes all of us going to the World Cup luck and tells us he'll see us when we are back.

I can’t help but have mixed emotions about leaving. 

Christina

These last few days in Brighton are all I needed. Seeing my parents, catching up with my sister and spending hours playing with my nephew. The smile hasn’t left my face the entire time.

“Chris? Can you come here a sec?”, asks my mother when the match ends.

“Sure. What is it?”

“What is going on between you and this Rúben guy?”

I blush and try to think of how I can deflect this.

“Don’t try and deny it. I’m your mother, darling. You are going to live in his apartment. You have visited him before in Manchester. And I could see the way your face lit up when he was shown on tv”.

That only makes me blush more. “There is nothing going on, mum”.

“Yet, you mean?”, she says with a knowing smile.

“Maybe”.

She sees me trying to get my hair out of my face and goes behind me to braid it. She can make me feel like an 8-year-old with just one small gesture.

“Just be careful, ok? I know footballers seem like a very attractive option, but many don’t have good intentions”.

“Mum…”

“I know, Rúben is not like that”, she says, finishing my braid and turning me so I look at her. “I want to believe that more than you. But just be careful, ok? I know you are a smart woman. I trust your good instinct. But still”.

“I will be careful”, I say, hugging her. 

“Just tell him that if he hurts you, Portugal isn’t far away enough. I’ll find him”, says my dad when he gets inside the kitchen.

I snort. “Ok, dad!”

“It wasn’t a joke”, he shrugs.

Chapter 22:

Christina

Moving day is finally here. Knowing my stuff is on its way, I relax on the train. It’s quite a long journey from Brighton to Manchester, so I brought more than one book with me.

When I finally get to Manchester, my body aches from sitting for so long. I need to decide whether I should do some yoga or take a bath. Probably both.

Closing the door behind me feels weird. This will be my place for the next two months, but it isn’t mine at the same time. It’s Rúben’s. 

I walk around the apartment, making sure everything is in order and I see a package on the kitchen table with my name on it. There is a letter next to it, so I read it first.

Dear Christina,

Welcome to Manchester! I wish I was there to help you adapt to the city, but I’m sure you’ll do well on your own. 

The apartment is all yours, remember. Nothing is off-limits, so please enjoy your time there while I’m gone. I know you’ll take good care of everything.

I thought I’d leave you a little present, as a welcome. Though it’s actually two things. One so you see I’m always thinking of you. The other so you, maybe, root for me when England isn’t playing.

I haven’t left when I’m writing this, yet I can’t wait to be back to be a part of your new journey. 

See you soon.

Rúben

I’m always thinking of you. It’s the closest any of us has come to confessing any type of feelings.

I wipe the little tears from my eyes and I open the package. The first thing I see is a white shirt. A…a Spurs shirt! And it’s Son’s!

I see it still has grass blades on it. Oh my God! He asked Son for his shirt after the match so he could give it to me? I’m laughing and crying while hugging the shirt. It’s such a thoughtful thing to do. And the suggestion that even during such a big match he was thinking about doing something like this for me. My heart couldn’t be more full.

I put the shirt down for a second, so I can see what else is in the package. A red shirt? I open it to see what it is only to reveal a Portugal shirt. I turn it to see the back and I see Rúben 3 printed on it. I move my fingers over the letters forming his name with tears in my eyes and a silly grin on my face. If I wasn’t falling for him before, I definitely am now.

After the bath, I put on Rúben’s Portugal shirt and go to bed. Sadly, it’s brand new and he hasn’t worn it, but it still makes me feel like he’s right there next to me. 

#ruben dias #footballer x reader #ruben dias fluff #ruben dias imagine #ruben dias x reader #footballer imagine