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runnning-outof-time · 5 months

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More Than Charm | Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: no - part two of Actions Speak Louder … inspired by a comment from @holacia3

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Summary: Tommy’s got a lot of making up to do, both to (Y/N) and her parents. To anyone else, this would be a challenging feat….but Tommy Shelby isn’t anyone else.

Warnings: drinking, language

Word Count: 2493

A/N: I’m sorry it took so long for this second part to be written. If you’re still interested enough to see what happens next, thanks so much for sticking around. I’m not 100% sure it came out how I wanted it to, but I’m happy with it nonetheless. Enjoy! :)

A/N 2: oh and what a better time to post this than on the day they got married? - thank you to @eatdirt420 for suggesting I pick a day in between the two seasons that won…I hope this day is considered to be that!

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- December 12th, 1920 -

If you told (Y/N) that this day would finally come around, she probably would have laughed in your face.

Tommy proposed to her in October of 1913. They were planning to have their wedding in August of the next year. But no one had anticipated the fact that Tommy and his brothers would have been shipped out to fight a war in France just one month prior.

The wedding had to be postponed due to the conflict, and it stayed postponed for seven long years - both due to the war continuing longer than anyone could have imagined, and also because of the ‘mess’ that Tommy and the family business got themselves into just shortly after they returned from the Western Front in 1919.

(Y/N) thought it’d be better to wait, to allow their wedding to have the spotlight that she felt it deserved. But she’d by lying if she said that the prospect of her walking down the aisle got bleaker with every year that passed.

But today it finally happened. She finally walked down the aisle, took her fiancé’s hands, and vowed herself to him for the rest of her life. He, in return, vowed the same for her, and she and Tommy then walked back down the aisle as husband and wife.

Now it was time for the reception.

Tommy and (Y/N) decided to take a moment to themselves before going out and greeting all of the people who joined them on their special day.

“What’s wrong?” he asked her as he shut the door behind them, making sure they were alone in one of the rooms just of off the large banquet hall. He noticed that something had been eating at his wife since the ceremony was finished.

“Nothing,” she quickly responded, noticing instantly after she’d answered him that her haste had given her true feelings away.

“You’re picking at your nails, love,” he nodded at her hands, catching her in the act, “something’s bothering you. What is it?”

(Y/N) took a deep breath and let it out as a sigh. “My parents, Tommy,” she answered, her response only scratching the surface of what she wanted to say.

“What about ‘em?” he asked with furrowed brows.

“I’m worried what they’re thinking…how they’re taking this,” she divulged.

“Fuck what they’re thinking,” he was quick to brush it off, and he promptly earned a glare from his wife in response.

“Seriously? You can’t just say that,” she said, looking at him with wide eyes. Tommy stayed silent. (Y/N) turned from him with a huff, pressing the heels of her hands into her eyes in hopes to alleviate some of the stress and worry she was feeling. “You can be so crass sometimes, Thomas,” she sighed, shaking her head as she looked at the ground.

“I’ve got this covered, love,” he responded, moving to stand behind her.

“I’ve heard that before,” she remarked, snorting after she spoke.

“I’ve got it covered,” he assured her, wrapping his arms around her midriff so he could pull her flush against him.

“Please don’t mess this up,” she whispered as she placed her hands atop his forearms.

“I won’t,” he mumbled as he pressed his lips to her neck.

(Y/N) couldn’t help but lean into his touch, her eyes slowly closing as she got lost in the feeling of his lips pressed to her skin. “We’ve gotta get out there, Tommy,” she finally spoke after a few moments had passed.

“They’ll be fine for a few more minutes,” he disregarded her statement, continuing his ministrations.

“Tommy,” the repeating of his name came as a breath this time.

“Just wanna spend some time with me wife,” he mumbled before spinning her around so that he could kiss her lips.

The reception was in full swing now. Tommy and (Y/N) had been playing host, going around to all of the guests and thanking them for being part of their big day. (Y/N) was so happy to see Tommy back to acting like his old self. Usually his smiles and lighthearted behavior were reserved for her eyes only but today, while in front of family and friends, his guard had been completely lowered.

Her parents hadn’t yet made a scene, which (Y/N) was thankful for because they very well could have if they wanted to. They stood off to the side and watched with smiles as their daughter celebrated her wedding day. (Y/N) wasn’t sure if she should be relieved or worried that Tommy hadn’t gone over to them yet.

“Don’t look now, (Y/N),” (Y/N)’s sister, Josephine, started while looking over the younger woman’s shoulder, “but Tommy’s on his way over to mum.”

(Y/N) looked as soon as her sister finished speaking. Sure enough, Tommy was now talking to her mother. She held her breath as she watched the two conversate.

“What is he going to do?” she wondered aloud, frozen as she silently hoped that this wouldn’t be the time where the train got derailed.

The two talked for a moment longer before Tommy offered his hand to her. Time seemed to go slow as (Y/N) watched a smile form on her mother’s face before she accepted Tommy’s hand and allowed him to lead her to to the dance floor.

“He got her to dance,” Josephine pointed out, grabbing hold of her sister’s arm as a look of shock formed on her face, “no one gets mum to dance.”

“And it looks like she’s enjoying it,” (Y/N) remarked, feeling an immense relief wash over her as she caught the wide smile that was present on her mother’s face.

“Leave it up to Tommy Shelby, right?” Josephine grinned as she looked over at her sister.

(Y/N) couldn’t help but blush. She tried to play it off, but the fact that Josie’s grin grew made it obvious that she had caught her initial reaction. “Yeah,” she conceded with a slight nod before adding, “but mum’s the easier of the two to convince. I’m interested to see what he’s got planned for dad.”

The evening had gone as swimmingly as it could have. There were many laughs and smiles, and the love could practically be felt in the room.

The dance seemed to do the trick: (Y/N)’s mother had decided to put her feelings of hesitance in the past and accepted Tommy as her son-in-law. Her only qualm now was that the two hadn’t gotten married sooner.

Much like (Y/N) predicted though, her father was going to be a harder person to sway. He stayed at the table for most of the evening, watching the event happen around him. She tried to get him involved a few times, but to no avail. The only time he stepped away from his seat was for the father-daughter dance.

“Is your father still here?” Tommy asked (Y/N) as the evening was drawing to a close.

“Let me see…” she trailed off, peering around his shoulder to find the table her parents had been sitting at, “he is,” she affirmed when she found him in the same seat he’d been occupying all evening. “Why do you ask?” she couldn’t help but question the reasoning behind his concern.

“I’ve not gotten to talk to him yet,” he answered.

“He’s not going to be as easy to sway as my mother was,” (Y/N) warned.

“Doesn’t mean I can’t try, eh?” he cracked a grin. (Y/N) couldn’t help but smile at his determination.

“Please don’t make things worse,” she said before he could leave her side.

“I won’t,” he assured her, leaning in and pressing his lips to her forehead before he turned and walked away from her.

“(Y/N)!” she then heard from behind her. She turned to find Ada approaching her with Freddie in tow. There went the plan of watching Tommy try to smooth-talk her father. “I’ve been looking for you,” the Shelby woman stated as she pulled her new sister-in-law into a hug.

“You’ve found me,” (Y/N) smiled once the two ladies pulled away. She made sure to also acknowledge Freddie, who sent a smile back.

“I wanted to let you know that we’re leaving. It’s getting late and we don’t want to keep Karl’s sitter for too long,” Ada informed her.

“Oh that’s fine. Thank you both for coming,” (Y/N) smiled.

“It was absolutely lovely! We’re thrilled to have you as part of the family now,” Ada said with a smile before asking, “would you happen to know where my brother has run off to?”

“He trying to have a word with my father,” (Y/N) answered, watching as Ada’s eyes widened slightly.

“Best of luck with that,” she stated, “but knowing Tommy, he’ll be able to settle the score.”

“I can hope,” (Y/N) smiled softly, hoping it hid her true emotions. “Thanks again for coming tonight.”

“We wouldn’t have missed it for anything,” Ada smiled before pulling the other woman into one last hug.

By the time the Thornes had left her side, (Y/N) turned again to find Tommy sitting at the same table as her father. They were talking, and by the looks of it, her father seemed to actually be interested in the conversation. (Y/N) felt a smile creep onto her lips as they both lifted their glasses in unison for a drink.

“Whiskey…it sure does help men forget their differences,” the voice of her mother came from beside her, making (Y/N) jump at the sudden company.

“Mum,” she couldn’t help but gasp, her reaction making the other woman laugh. She shook her head and let out a sigh, her smile returning as her mother pulled her into her side. “Tommy really brought whiskey over for him?” she asked.

“He did,” her mum answered with a nod, “was really polite in asking if he could talk with him privately.”

“I can only imagine what they’re talking about,” (Y/N) stated, silently hoping that whatever it was wouldn’t ruin their chances at married life before it even began.

“Oh horses and betting, I’m sure,” her mother threw out a few ideas. “So long as he doesn’t coax him down to Watery Lane, we’ll be grand,” she then added in a nonchalant manner.

(Y/N)’s eyes widened as they found her mother’s. She’d never explicitly told her about the business that Tommy and his family ran. Right now she felt like a child who’d been caught doing something she wasn’t supposed to. That was why the smile that formed on her mother’s face made confusion wash over her. Why is she smiling? she couldn’t help but think to herself.

“The Shelby name is spoken all around Small Heath, darling. It’s hard not to know about the business they’re involved in,” her mother explained her reaction, making her daughter immediately go into panic mode.

“You’re not upset about that, are you?” (Y/N) asked in a weary tone.

“I’m not,” the older woman started, shaking her head softly, “you’ve been with him for a long time now, and he’s not once shown that he wants to be anywhere other than by your side. He’s a good man to you, (Y/N), anyone can see that. I’m happy that he’s the one you married because I know that you’ll be safe with him.”

“I’m so happy to hear that you think that, mum,” (Y/N) said with a wide smile. She couldn’t help but wrap her arms around the older woman and hug her tightly. All of the worries she was harboring had now vanished.

“You’re going to have a lovely life with him,” her mother whispered as she held her daughter tighter.

“I’m not sure what you did, but you made them love you, Tommy,” (Y/N) said as she worked on making sure all of her jewelry was removed.

“You should have trusted me,” he responded, standing from the bed after he’d taken his shoes off. He then moved over to where she was standing so that he could wrap his arms around her waist from behind.

“I should have,” (Y/N) mumbled as she tried to fight the smile that was threatening to form on her face.

“What was that?” Tommy asked as he lifted his chin from her shoulder so that he could look her in the eyes through the mirror. His eyes were wide now and there was a grin teetering on his lips also. He definitely caught what she said…he just wanted to hear it again.

“Oh nothing…” (Y/N) trailed off, playing coy as she bit on her bottom lip.

“Did you just say that I was right?” he tried to coax the answer out of her.

“I said nothing,” (Y/N) held steadfast, although her grin was peeking through despite her attempts to keep it hidden.

“Fine…I’ll just have to use another means of getting it out of you,” Tommy decided, not giving her a moment to process what he said before he was dragging her backwards and - gently - pushing her onto the bed. “What was it you said, love?” he questioned between the kisses he was peppering all over her face, his hands finding the sensitive spots on her sides.

“Tommy!” she shrieked, trying so hard to catch her breath through her giggles. Despite her attempts to either stop his hands or take hold of his face, Tommy continued his barrage of kisses and tickles. “I should have trusted you!”

“What was that?” he stopped all at once, holding himself above her as their eyes met.

“I should have trusted you,” (Y/N) repeated herself once she caught her breath. She took hold of his cheeks with both of her hands and searched his eyes for a moment before adding, “I must’ve forgotten how much of a charmer you are.” She couldn’t help but smile as she watched a grin crack through his composure. If only she could have photographed this moment or found a way to freeze time.

“I managed to keep you for all these years somehow, didn’t I?” he countered, his grin growing, “that wasn’t because of luck alone.”

“I think it was more than your charm that made me stay, Tommy,” she admitted, her smile widening.

“Oh yeah?” his question sounded like he was challenging her.

“Yeah,” her quick response told him what she was up for the challenge.

“Wanna tell me all of those other reasons?” he asked then, one of his eyebrows raising as he spoke.

“Gladly,” (Y/N)’s smile grew more, if that was even possible. Her eyes then flitted down to his lips before returning to his again. “I think I’ll start with your kisses,” she stated, leaving him with no time to respond before she pulled his lips down to match hers in a passionate kiss.

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sdr2lovemail · 1 month

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May I request a similar fic to the Sanemi fic with Kyojuro Rengoku? Or Giyu? (One where he survives preferably) but maybe without thw arguing? I love me some hurt/ comfort. OR Some family fluff would also be cute if you'd rather to that instead ♡ ;w;

If not, that's 100% alright. 🥰 No pressure, I know some people can be real rude 😕

Set Your Health Ablaze! (GN Reader)

Synopsis: After getting injured on a mission, Rengoku helps you get back on your feet

Notes: I fear I struggle to write for Rengoku. :( Great character, but strangly hard to characterize for me. I hope you enjoy! (Weh, two requests in one day, and I'm working on a third! 0u0)

Requests are open!

“It’s okay… We’re almost there.”

Kyojuro’s pulse was loud in his ears. He let his guard down for only a moment, but it was enough time for you to get hurt. His haori was wrapped around your torso, staining dark with blood. Every step he took sent shockwaves of pain through your body.

“Just keep your eyes open and steady your breathing. Kocho will help you soon.” At this point, Kyojuro didn’t know if he was comforting you or himself. The Butterfly Estate was coming into view, and Kyojuro picked up his fast pace.

Aoi nearly dropped her basket of sheets as the door slammed open. She was about to reprimand Kyojuro for being so loud at night, but she caught sight of you. Her eyes widen and flicker at the Flame Hashira’s disheveled appearance.

His legs were shaking as he took a step forward. “Please… Go fetch, Kocho. It’s urgent.”

Setting the basket down, Aoi quickly guides Kyojuro to a room. “Right, you can bring them in here. Keep applying pressure to the wound. I’ll be back right away.”

He lied you down as the butterfly girl ran off. It was like he couldn’t breathe.

It was like his heart stopped. This wasn’t the first time he’s seen you injured, but it’s never been this bad. He knew that being a slayer was a dangerous job. But it never stopped the aching feeling in his chest. It never stopped the feeling of helpless dread that washed over him.

Kneeling by the bed, Kyojuro had one hand gripping yours and the other pressing his haori against the wound. Your pulse was weak but still there. “I’m here, my love. I’m not going to leave your side.” There’s a spark in his eyes as he feels you faintly squeeze his hand.

Shinobu came not soon after and quickly got to work. Kyojuro stayed, wanting to be by your side, but kept out of her way. Thankfully, the procedure didn’t take long. Removing off her gloves, Shinobu stands up from the side of the bed.

“They’ll be okay. You got them here soon enough to make sure of that. While there was a lot of blood, the wounds weren’t too deep. They only needed a few stitches.” She gives Kyojuro a reassuring smile.

He didn’t respond as his calloused hand stroked your cheek. After a moment, He finally spoke up, voice unusually quiet. “That’s a relief. I knew they would be in good hands. Thank you, Kocho. Please, give my regards to Young Kanzaki, too.” Kyojuro smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

“There’s no need for that, Rengoku. Healing is our job. Now,” She was about to tell him to go home and get some rest after a long day, but she saw through that cracked smile. Her eyes softened. In moments like these, she was reminded that the man in front of her wasn’t just the flame hashira. He was Kyojuro Rengoku. “Would you like me to set a bed for you?”

“That would be great.”

You wake up to the sound of many repeated chants of the word “tasty.” With tired, heavy eyes, you open them and look around the room. Sitting on the bed next to you was Kyojuro with two trays on either side of him, piled high with food. Practically dropping his bowl, Kyojuro leaps up from the bed.

“You’re awake!” He shouts, quickly quieting down as he sees you flinch. “How are you feeling, my love?”

You let out a groan, your voice weak and shaky. “Awful…” was all you were able to muster out. It hurt to breathe, it hurt to be awake. Opening your eyes was a struggle enough.

With near-blinding speed, Kyojuro brings a tray of food over. “Are you able to eat something? You need to replenish your strength.”

“They shouldn’t be eating right now.” Aoi chimed as she brought in a pitcher of water and a packet of medicine. Standing at the bedside table she starts to mix the powder into a glass. “They could get sick. Right now, they’re on a strict liquid-only diet.”

With his usual bright smile, Kyojuro nods. “My apologies! I would hate to make their condition any worse.”

She sets the glass closer to the bed and looks at you with a stern expression. “Try to drink as much as you can. The medicine doubles as a pain reliever, so you’ll start to feel better soon.”

With a nod, Aoi leaves the two of you alone. Kyojuro helps you sit up. His hands are warm against your chilled skin. It’s a struggle to drink, but once the pain relievers started to work, it went down a lot easier.

“I must apologize.” His voice cuts through the silence. You look up at him with a sluggish, curious gaze. Even with a smile on his face, Kyojuro seemed so sad. There was a heavy, sorrowful, air surrounding him.

“If only I had been a little quicker, you would not be lying in this hospital bed.” Taking a step back, Kyojuro drops to his knees, his forehead pressing against the wood floor. “Please, I hope you can forgive me.”

Mustering up any strength you can, you try to reach down to him.” Hey… Get off the floor. I’m not mad at you. We’re slayers. It’s almost expected of us to get hurt.” You tried to console him.

“You’re much too kind. Always so quick to forgive.”

The way Rengoku looked up at you was so tender, so loving. His voice is quiet as he gently strokes your back. “Kocho is a wonder when it comes to medicine. You’ll be back to your usual self in no time. I’ll see to it myself.”

True to his word, when he had the time, Kyojuro was by your side. He would stop by the Butterfly Mansion during meals to eat with you, bringing all types of food from his missions. He oversaw your rehabilitation training personally. Naho, Sumi, and Kiyo were thrilled to have him around to train. But the girls would scold him if they thought he was going too easy on you.

A few weeks later, through some convincing and that bug-eyed stare of his, Shinobu permitted you to finish healing at the Flame Hashira Estate. Kyojuro did everything in his power to make you comfortable while you healed. When he could find the time, he would help you exercise and regain your strength.

In the garden, the two of you spar with wooden swords. With a single swift motion, Rengoku jabbed you in the chest. Setting his hand on your shoulder, he lets out a loud chuckle. “You almost had me there. I’m happy to see you healing up so well. It’ll be any day now before you’re back on missions.” Bright and happy, he pulls you into a hug.

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znitsamluv · 1 year

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𝐑𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞

• 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐠𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐦𝐬💀

• Mikey and Chifuyu

( I lost motivation writing in the middle and thought it was bad but I couldn't bring myself to delete it )

• Mikey

° let's be real Mikey never cared for school at all so he could careless about your son's grades he just listen to you scold him and go with his day .

° This time it was different he was hanging out with Draken when he got a call from you telling him to meet you at your son's school because the teacher called for a parent meeting.

° The worst scenarios ran through Mikey's mind he was so worried that your son might be sick or injured.

° When he entered the teacher's room he saw you sitting with s/n beside you who was looking down to the floor .

° " mr.sano I am afraid your son won't be passing math class if he kept up with these grades "

The teacher expected to see Mikey look disappointed or at least glare at s/n but he let a breath out that he was holding in before giggling and poking s/n's arm .

° "you got me worried for nothing I thought someone messed with you I was about to reunion toman again"

° " Mr. Sano please take this seriously"

" yeah sure can I have the paper grades? "

Mikey looked serious for second and s/n only shivered at the thought of his childish dad getting mad .

° Mikey took a look at the exam's grades before crumbling them and throwing them while smiling sweetly at the teacher who looked shocked.

° " Next time when you call for a meeting let it be something important" .

° the night ended with you grounding Mikey and s/n .

• Chifuyu

° Chifuyu came home early to find you scolding your daughter because she got 77 out of 100 in her math final exam .

° Chifuyu was about to talk when you dragged him into it and saying how he was supposed to be tutoring her math since the start of the year .

° " I did in fact teach her " you didn't even get the chance to respond before your daughter shouted saying how both of them had to open tutoring videos online to be able to understand the lessons but always got distracted by cat videos .

° " come on don't be harsh on d/n she only got 33 questions wrong! "

You told him to repeat himself again

" what didn't she get 77 out of 100 ? So 33 questions wrong ? "

° end of story you hired a tutor for both your husband and your daughter.

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slvt4em1lyprenti2s · 3 months

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Sparks

Originally published on my wattpad: slvt4em1lyprenti2s

Summary: You and Emily have had tension for a while now, and it finally breaks.

Word Count: 2k

Fluff, implikation of nsfw, normal case details, being held by an UnSub (extremely briefly)

Pairings: Emily Prentiss x fem!reader

!NOT PROOFREAD!

Emily's pov:

This case is dragging on, and on, and on. We know who the UnSub is and we're keeping a close eye on him but we have no solid evidence to pin him yet, so we're basically waiting on him to kidnap another woman.

He stalks them at clubs and then whisks them away with his 'charm' and they think they're getting lucky. But they're not, they're getting an early grave. It's sad but c'mon men are stupid and cruel and disgusting. Ugh men.

It's hard not to prove the lesbian stereotypes.

Anyway, we're running out of options because this guy just isn't biting, we think he's cottoned onto the surveillance we have in him and is therefore not going to kidnap another woman. We're sitting ducks. We just need a woman he can't resist to waltz into the club he's in right now to resolve this problem.

"You ready?" I hear Hotch say. My interest piqued I look to see who he's talking too and my eyes fall on the y/h/c haired beauty I get to call my best friend. Although I wish it was more. She's in a red dress thats stops around mid thigh, a slit that goes too far up for my liking on her left leg and a plunging neckline that makes it hard not to stare. I come to my senses as I hear her angelic voice.

"Ready as I'll ever be, I didn't imagine I'd be spending my Saturday chatting up a serial killer but here we are." She chuckles, got I could listen to her laugh all day- wait what. She's going to chat up the UnSub?

Rossi must've seen me coming and realised what I'd head as he said "Uh oh, here comes your girlfriend y/n/n." The team all laughed at this as they saw me coming. I wasn't going to stop her from doing her job but I sure as hell wasn't letting her go in unprotected.

"Take this." I hand her a small pistol that can fit in her clutch, remembering I had been in a similar situation before.

"Thank you em." The blush on her face is evident to everyone in the room, thankfully no one mentions it.

As she stuffs it into her clutch she spins to face me and pulls me into a hug. I grip her tightly, my hands resting on the small of her back as I take in her scent.

"Be careful, please." I plead quietly.

"I will, pinky promise, you know I can't break pinky promises." As she finishes her sentence her pinky makes its way round mine and we each kiss our hand. It's a little tradition we have when we promise something and really mean it.

Me and y/n/n have had tension for months, I'm not even 100% sure she's into girl but hey, I can dream.

After this little display Morgan started making kissing noises to which he received a middle finger from me and a 'yeah you wish you could watch' from y/n/n which made the team laugh even harder.

"As amusing as this is, we have an UnSub to catch, so come in everyone. Let's get going to the SUV's." Hotch said over our laughter.

Time skip to when you are in the bar

Reader pov:

Jesus christ. I didn't know anyone's ego could be this big. He's talking to girls left and right as if he owns them, as if it's his right to talk to them. I actually might throw up. Hotch, Derek and Emily are positioned in different places throughout the bar and Jj, Rossi and Spencer along with SWAT and local PD are surrounding the building so, I'm completely safe.

I fix my face as he looks in my direction putting in my best smile and giving him a flirty wave. He instantly smirks and excuses himself from whatever meaningless conversation he was having with this poor girl and makes his way over to me.

"What's a pretty lady like you doing alone on a Saturday night?" He asks while touching my lower back as he walks up next to me, leaning against the bar.

"Just looking for a friend, you know, the usual." I respond, dragging my finger along my glass of lemonade.

"I could help with that." He whispers into my ear. God I could punch him right now.

"I'd like that, you wanna get out of here?" I propose trying to get this done as soon as possible.

"Whoa slow down little lady, I gotta get you a drink first. Get to know ya a little." I internally roll my eyes because what he means is 'Whoa slow down, I need to drug you first.'

He clearly senses my hesitation and puts the dots together.

"You're not here for a friend, are you?" This time I actually roll my eyes and that's enough for him as I then feel something cold and metal press against my ribs. Shit.

"Don't make a scene and walk with me." His words are like daggers. Or maybe that's just the actual dagger pressing on my side. Who knows?

"Eric Mannings, FBI!" I hear Hotch shout with Emily and Derek right behind him, guns out, pointing at him. Immediately my position is flipped, there's now a knife on the throat, not my side. I'm in a headlock, about to get my neck cut and the only thing I can think about is how bad this guy smells and how hot Emily looks in her FBI vest and with her gun out.

He is going back and forth with Hotch until I see Emily out of the corner of my eyes, getting a better position. Uh oh, this is either going to end with a bullet in his body or, Emily's badge and gun on Strauss' desk. I can only hope for the first option. Everyone has been ordered to shoot if they have a clear shot which is exactly what Emily had right now. BANG! I scrunch my eyes as the shot rings awfully close to my ear.

I feel the grip on my loosen as he falls down on the floor, shot in the neck. Wait why was that hot- OMG STOP. Emily immediately rushes over to me and helps me away from everyone as Derek crouches to check his pulse and everyone else from the perimeter comes in.

"Hey are you okay?" Concern evident in her voice.

"Yeah, yeah I'm okay." I lie through my teeth. In all honestly even though I acted okay, I did just get held with a knife at my throat by a homicidal maniac, so you know, kinda shaken up.

"No you're not." Her tone gentle yet commanding.

"No, I'm not." Tear prick at the corner of my eyes, threatening to spill.

"Oh honey, come here." She pulls me into her warm embrace and I cling to her.

Honey.

Like sure we have nicknames but a pet name? Never crossed that line before. Does that mean.. No stop being delusional she'd never like you back.

A few tears escape my eyes as I lay my head on her shoulder.

"Let's go home yeah?" She says, as she begins to guide me out the bar and into one of the SUV's.

"Yeah, that sounds nice."

Time skip to when you're back at Emily's apartment.

"This isn't my place?" I question as we pull up to the block of flats.

I look around the familiar neighbourhood and realise we're at Emily's place.

"I can take you home if you want I- uh I just thought you wouldn't want to be alone after what happened, I know I wouldn't. But, I can leave you alone if you want?" She rambled as her hand subconsciously rests on my thigh. My breath catches in my throat slightly at this action.

"No, no, em. It would be really nice to have some company actually. Thank you." A blush creeping onto my cheeks, thinking about spending the night with Emily Prentiss, alone.

As we walk out the car and into her flat, our hands intertwine. It sends sparks through my body, as cheesy as it sounds. We finally make it to her flat and she gets her keys out, unlocks the door and we walk in.

"Make yourself at home; do you need anything?" She asks, instantly fussing over me.

"I'm okay, em, really. I just need you." Now it was Emily's turn to blush. She looked to the ground and muttered a quick, 'I can do that' as she walked me to her bedroom.

I was passed a pair of old sleep shorts and an oversized hoodie with the words 'FBI Academy' written across it. It was the comfiest jumper I've ever worn; and it smelt like em which was a massive bonus. Emily made her way to the bathroom giving me time and space to change into my pj's.

As I was slipping my shirt off so I could but on the jumper she gave me I heard the bathroom lock click and the door swing open quicker than I could cover myself.

"Oh god! I'm sorry!" She squeals covering her eyes.

"It's okay em don't worry about it! We're both girls, nothing we haven't seen before, right? And plus, I still have a bra on." I try to tame the blush that's infecting my face, but that fails as soon as she responds to my words "I wish you didn't." She says it so quietly I think I imagined it.

"What was that?"

"Nothing."

"I mean I wouldn't object to it, if you're being serious."

"Really?"

"mhm"

She creeps closer to me, our faces inches apart. Her warm breath fans across my face as my arms lace around her back as hers reach for my hips.

"Honey you have no idea what you're doing to me right now." There it is again, that damn name. If she keeps that up I'm going to melt.

"I think I have some idea."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah, I think I do."

"Prove it."

Without a seconds hesitation I smash her lips against mine in a heated kiss. The months of built up tension, flirting, jealousy, all spilt into this one kiss. I feel her hand travel from my waist to the back of my neck and she pressed my head in and deepens the kiss. Her tongue grazes over my bottom lip asking for entrance which I happily grant opening my mouth. I let out a small gasp as she pushes her tongue into my mouth, instantly dominating and not leaving an inch unexplored.

We pull away and the look in her eye tells me all I need to know. She gently guided me to her bed until my knees hit the edge and I sit down. I shuffle back and she sits next to me pulling me into her lap.

"Promise me something." Emily says abruptly. "Of course, anything." I respond, wondering where this is leading.

"Be mine, forever. Be my girlfriend." Her dark eyes lock with my y/e/c ones and I immediately respond, "I want nothing more than to be yours em." That's all the incentive she needed to kiss me with that same passion again. Hungry lips make contact with my collar bone, nipping and sucking at my skin, already leaving marks.

This was going to be a long night, not that I'm complaining though.

A/N: LMAO THIS WAS SHITEEE. It's okay though it's 1am so cut me some slack and I started writing this ages ago and completely forgot what I was planning to write so I just made it up as I went along. Sorry for the crappy chapter!

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The Same Damn Thing (collab with @sycophanticsolipsism)

Here’s part 5, can’t believe we’ve only got two parts left! Thank you to everyone for your likes and reblogs and kudos and feedback, can’t tell you how much it motivates us and how much we appreciate it. It truly lifts our spirits so thank you thank you. The most thanks to @sycophanticsolipsism for supporting my sorry ass through a writer’s block, this thing would probably still have like 100 words without you!

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Warnings: MDNI, smut, angst, probably some typos

Part 5: If I Could Go Back To That Evening We Met…

“I’d kill to go back to that evening we met. Trembling hands as I’d ask for your number again, you saw me different then…when I held your heart in my hand” - Lewis Capaldi

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Nobody on the flight is happy to be leaving the magic of Rome, clutching their Prosecco and pecorino Romano from duty free as if it will evaporate upon takeoff. Nobody except Val, that is. She is buzzing, fidgety, can’t get out of this goddamn country fast enough. She has been in constant motion since the moment she’d woken up this morning.

Val’s had her share of mornings (less than some of her friends but more than she likes to admit) where she woke up disoriented and hungover, unhappy with where she was and a little foggy on how she got there. But this morning? This one was by far the worst, because she didn’t wake up next to a strange guy wearing one sock drooling on her shoulder. No, instead it was Matty - adorable, inconvenient, sexy Matty. By one night stand standards, it was probably the safest she’d ever been. And yet it was the most reckless, brainless thing she’d ever done.

‘It’s fine, it’s fine, it’s fine.’ She’d repeated it to herself over and over - during her shower, throughout the most chaotic packing job of her life, and all the way to the airport. But no matter how much Val tried, her treacherous bitch of a brain would not let it go. She rocks up to the gate after boarding has begun, sliding into her seat at the front of the plane (she’d used the few minutes waiting for a taxi at the hotel to switch her seat), keeping her head low and her sunglasses on (she takes back all the times she previously called people wearing sunglasses on planes pretentious twats. She gets it now). She’d held her breath as he boarded, pretending to be asleep when she saw his eyes searching for her. Her noise cancelling headphones provide little relief from the rattling around in her head. Now that she’s stopped, albeit forcibly, it’s harder to keep the thoughts she’s desperate to avoid at bay.

She catches up on texts as the plane taxies, until her friend Dina responds to a picture of Barry Keoghan in the group chat with a resounding “fuck me” and Val’s transported back to the moment Matty whispered that in her ear as he slid into her for the first time. Opening her email once they’re airborne, her inbox is flooded with emails from him from the last few days, running commentary on the conference sessions they’d attended separately. Reading his cute ramblings on the boring presenters and arrogant question askers felt like a shiv jabbed through her ribs. Finally, she gives up, slamming the laptop shut and closing her eyes. Maybe if she’s unconscious she won’t think about it.

If her life were a movie, Val would have stirred to light stubble nuzzling her neck, his hand snaking down her front, his gruff voice whispering filthy nothings in her ear. But life wasn’t a movie. Instead, the blare of the wakeup call had jolted them awake, her elbow colliding with his jaw as they both scrambled to answer it. By the time Matty’d thanked the hotel staff with broken Italian, Val was already in her jeans, searching for her earring while avoiding looking at him completely.

“Val…” His voice is low, shaky, uncertain, like he’s approaching a caged animal. Val’s heard him employ that tone a hundred times before - with clients and colleagues when he wants to win them over, with their uni friends when he was trying to mediate a dispute between them, with Marin when she was pushing herself too hard toward the end. But he’s never used it with Val before, until now. He thinks it’s full of charm and confidence and take-charge-ness. But what it feels like right now is patronizing. It’s the first time Val fucking hates the sound of his voice.

There’s a twinge in her neck she’s not sure the cause of as she whips her head around. “Don’t give me that tone.”

Matty physically recoils, blinking stupidly back at her. “I don’t know -“ He looks down at the bed before standing, moving to the chair in the room, maybe to put more distance between them, escape the scene of the crime.

“Yea you do!”

“Look, I’m confused too but…” But she isn’t. Confused that is. She may not be on board with all her actions over the last several hours, but in this moment, she is in full control of how she feels.

Angry, that’s how Val feels. Angry at herself for being an idiot cliche who slept with her boss. Beyond annoyed at him for not just leaving her the fuck alone to languish on Richard’s team all those months ago. Furious with whatever early Roman asshole invented wine in the first place, with its inhibition-altering goodness. And don’t even get her started on Marianne, who landed them in this joint-room trope predicament in the first place. Yep, her shit list is growing by the minute. She would have NEVER done this at home. Never. She needs to get back - to her bed, to her routine, to her goddamn sanity. Oh, she is clear on her emotions alright.

“Oh, I’m not. I know what this was, no need to explain it.” Sheets and pillows are flying now as the search continues for her earring. “Listen, we can’t miss our flight and I need to find my earring. I can’t lose it, it’s—“

“Marin’s, I know.”

“Of course you do.” She’s looking in the mini fridge now, which she knows is ridiculous, but she just has to keep moving. “Obviously, you’d remember your girlfriend’s ear—“

Matty’s chair scrapes against the floor with a harsh sound, drawing Val’s eyes over to his body. Bad idea, as he sits up abruptly and leans forward. “Listen, I don’t know what you heard about us.” Us. The word hits her like a visceral gut punch, a dull ache radiating out from her chest. It’s one thing to think it and another thing altogether to hear it. Her worn patience snaps, she can’t sit here with the smell of sex still lingering in the air and think of them. She just can’t. “It’s not what you th—“

“Aaah, got it!” Fuck, thank god. Her shirt she can do without but there was no way Val was leaving without that earring. She readies to flee, gathering her bag and looking around for her key card… before it settles on her that she’s in her room. She can’t leave, at least not without looking even more erratic than she feels. Plus, they really need to get a fucking move on to the airport and he’s still shuffling by the bed in just his pants.

She pauses, back turned to him as she speaks. “Listen” she repeats - it’s what her mum would refer to as a verbal tick, “umm, I’m going to hop in the shower, we’ve really got to go and I’m sure you have to pack and—” she’s moving toward the bathroom now, and the blessed door that will put a much-needed barrier between them so she can wash his scent off, and catch her breath and think. Something she clearly wasn’t doing last night. “And I forgot to pick up one last bag of coffee for my neighbor so I’m gonna run to that place down the square. I’ll just meet you at the gate.” The last part is thrown over her shoulder as she slams the door shut, not broaching any argument. She presses her back to the door, holding her breath, hanging on to her resolve by a thread. After eighteen seconds (her youth swim training finally came in handy), she hears the rustling of his clothes, the click of the lock, and then nothing. The sound that she makes as she finally takes a deep breath sounds like relief, and yet it doesn’t feel like it.

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When they land, Val is off the plane like a shot, power walking through border control, not looking back. She implores every God she’s ever heard of - she even throws Dumbledore in there for good measure - that her suitcase is already waiting for her at baggage claim, assisting her quick getaway from the walking reminder in a wrinkled black suit and raybans somewhere behind her. But she must have exhausted all her luck between rounds two and three last night because the conveyer belt hasn’t even started moving yet (fucking Heathrow). He catches up to her a few minutes later, which is unfortunate because she was hoping to not see him until sometime next month. Maybe year. Decade. Never? She knows she’s being childish but at least now her mood matches her actions. Her boss! Her sister’s something. Her friend.

The look he levels her with is heavy with impatience. Oh, he’s waiting for her to say something? Fat chance, talking to him is what got her into this mess in the first place. Val talked herself right out of her senses and into his bed. Her bed. A bed. Speaking of, she wants to get to hers so she can crawl into it and die. “Where the hell are these bags?!” Mumbling to herself as a hideous green paisley suitcase makes a full go around the luggage turn style again before Matty seems to get fed up with their verbal game of chicken, taking a deep breath and letting a long sigh preview his words. “Well I guess I’ll sta-“

“Matty?” A high-pitched voice calls from somewhere behind them. Saved! Maybe there’s some magic left for her after all.

He whirls around to the voice, which is attached to a striking woman who Val does not recognize. Probably an enterprising networker from the conference. Now’s her chance to back away, book it to the other end of the carousel. Hell, maybe she should just abandon the bag, she can always come back and get it later. Having decided on letting present Val off the hook and leaving future Val to deal with the postponed chat with Matt, she turns to leave - when the woman steps into (invades is more like it from where Val’s standing) Matty’s personal space, confidentially, almost intimately. Val is glued to the spot, curiosity getting the best of her.

“Cheryl…hi, what are you - it’s nice to - aah” He awkwardly goes to hug the woman but they get tangled as they lean in, barely manage a weird half hug, half cheek kiss. Awkward is not a trait she’s used to seeing on him, and it really doesn’t suit.

Val doesn’t know if it’s years of computational science training or the hours of true crime documentaries she’s devoured but something has her mind whirring, interest piqued, collecting data on this new person. Tall, brunette, well dressed, older (she can’t be more than Matty’s age but Val is feeling petty all of a sudden).

“So that’s why you’ve been so hard to reach lately. Long trip?” Cheryl’s eyes dart towards her and then back to Matty, clearly content to not make Val’s acquaintance. She’s toe to toe with Matty now, which Val knows from no more legitimate source than Cosmo is a sign that they’re clearly comfortable in each other’s personal space. Physical space. Val doesn’t like where this is going but can’t seem to look away.

“Ehm no, just Rome. Conference.” He clears his throat into his fist and begins rocking on his heels in a way she’s never seen him do before. Who the fuck is this woman? “You?”

“Showcase in Sweden,” Cheryl says as if this explains everything. It doesn’t, not nearly enough. Be more specific Cheryl, you’re not giving me a lot to work with here! “But I’m home for a few weeks. We should…ummm…get together again, last time was… fun.” She punctuates the last part, dragging a manicured nail down Matty’s chest. Val knows later (once she’s home and showered and slept and sane again) she’ll admire Cheryl’s boldness, wish they were friends so she could ask her how she seems to manage more confidence in that one finger than Val seems to have in her whole body.

For his part, Matty does finally step back - or maybe he just loses his equilibrium in the presence of Miss Congeniality (she can’t help it) - and collides with Val, startling as if noticing her for the first time. And in this moment, the data set is complete - she doesn’t need to gather any more information to come to her conclusion - they’ve fucked. Recent enough that Cheryl doesn’t hesitate in initiating contact. Intimate contact that had him seemingly forgetting all about Val. The woman he slept with last night!

Keep moving.

Before he can move to introduce her or address her or do anything with her, she spots her bag, lunges for it, and leaves without another word.

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Keep moving.

There’s a Diet Coke stain on Val’s sweater, a general stale smell in the air that she’s pretty sure is coming from her, and she’s stiff and sore in areas she hasn’t been in a while. But she can’t go home. Because home has the couch where they sat till her head ached and back screamed, pulling and fixing data and railing against their colleagues for fucking up. It’s got the blanket she’d caught him wiping his eyes on as they watched Manchester By the Sea together. And the fucking grease stain on the edge of her carpet that he didn’t think she knew about from the pizza he’d dropped on it. (She might have to burn that rug, or sell it.) And the old journal tucked away in her closet filled with her thoughts of him that show just how stupid she’d been for him and for how long.

So no, Val doesn’t go home. When the cab driver asks where to, she rattles off the first place that comes to mind, dragging her suitcase behind her out of the backseat and into the cinema. The obviously-stoned teenager behind the counter doesn’t bat an eye when she asks him for one ticket to the “least fucking romantic thing you’ve got going here,” punching a few buttons before spitting out a stub and receipt for the latest installment in the Saw franchise. But not even gore and guts can keep her mind from drifting. The torture on screen ramps up - Val wants to picture Matty groaning in agony as she tortures him for all the shit he’s put her through today but all her mind can seem to conjure are his moans of pleasure.

She’s pictured him between her thighs so many times that she’s probably imagined every move he’s making tonight, from the moment he started trailing his lips down past her breasts. The way his mouth licks at each of her ribs as he slinks down her body seems familiar. And Val knows that she’s pictured him licking his bottom lip the way he does now as he slides her panties to the side with his finger. But all of these fantasies, she realizes now, have been devoid of the single hottest thing she could never imagine. His sounds. Because the gutteral groan that escapes him as he licks into her for the first time is like nothing she’s ever heard before. It must have surprised him too because he pauses after that first taste, resting his forehead against her pelvis, heavy pants tickling her skin. Val’s hands instinctively find his hair, raking through it, fingertips massaging the top of his head. She’s a little uncertain why he paused but she can’t help but stop and appreciate the intimacy of this moment, something new for them even after all their years of knowing each other.

“Christ,” he mutters, rolling his head slightly back and forth as he plants lazy kisses wherever his mouth lands, seemingly unhurried. But not knowing what he’s thinking begins to make her anxious. Was there something wrong? She’d waxed recently (not that it mattered and fuck him if he thought it did)…right? Yes, yes definitely. Maybe it wasn’t his thing, had she pushed him to do it? Oh god, was she the problem?

Her hand slid from his hair to his jaw, trying to coax him back up her body. She gasps at the quick snatch of her wrist, firm but gentle, his large hand encircling her wrist easily. He slides her other one alongside it, pinning both of her wrists in place easily on her left side.

“I just….you don’t have to….listen, just come up and we’ll…”

“Val?”

“Yea?”

“You are the fucking best thing I’ve ever tasted. Now stop thinking and let me enjoy it.”

She walks out halfway through the movie, her fickle mind unable to give into the distraction for long. There’s a cafe right next to the theater and Val ignores the annoyed glances she gets for hogging a table meant for two. But she needs room for her baggage. ‘Fitting’, she thinks.

She’s on her second latte and third episode of Derry Girls when her mum calls. Normally, she’d put her off until she’s in a better mood to chat, has more energy to pretend. One of the hazards of having a psychoanalyst for a mother is that every interaction can feel like a session, unable to avoid her trained instincts. But she’d already dodged her calls twice and Val is certain that even though her mother knows she was traveling with Matty (her mother was so relieved when Val said Matty was going, you’d have thought he was a 6’5 bodyguard instead of a 5’10 casual exerciser), if she doesn’t pick up a third time Gwen will start to panic. After what her mother’s been through, she tries not to blame her.

When Gwen asks how the trip went, Val picks her words carefully, trying to muster believable excitement behind it. “Good!”

“Really? It doesn’t sound good?” Clearly, her acting needs work.

“No, it was.” She tries again, hoping the raised octaves in her voice would make up for the lack of it in her mood.

“You and Matty were in Rome for a week and it was only good? I find that hard to believe.”

And she doesn’t know if it’s the sudden softness in her mothers’ usually firm voice or her own jet lag but Val feels the dam crack and break easier than it has in years. And it’s not a dainty crack either, where a tear slides down her cheek accompanied by one of those cute hiccups. No, Val is not a cute crier, never has been. It’s full on sobs, her splotchy face screwed up and her attempts to breath turning into snot-logged guffaws. She’s word vomiting her train-wrecked thoughts to her mother, trying to hide her teary face behind her crumpled napkin. The guy at the table next to her - some young college kid who probably hasn’t lived long enough to make the idiotic mistake of wanting someone you can’t have - tries to appear casual as he side-eyes her, giving her increasingly dirty looks before he slides his laptop and book off the table and jogs out of the place. ‘Yea kid, run so you don’t have to see what your life will look like in ten years,’ she thinks, reaching for the unused napkin on his table and blowing her nose loudly.

Val spares her the more salacious details but knows Gwen gets the gist. Silence follows, for so long that Val pulls her phone out of her bag to check the connection is still good.

“He calls me every year, you know.” Her mother’s voice is soft, vulnerable.

Of all the things she expected her mother to say, this was not it. “Who? Matty?!”

“Yesss darling, Matty. Every year around the anniversary.” Val rolls her eyes, of course he would. He couldn’t just make it easy for her and be a dickhead she shouldn’t have feelings for. Her mother’s voice is still flooding her earbuds “…started out with a card the first year but then he missed the second one and called all flustered from some party boat…in Ibiza, I think.” Gwen’s laugh is another thing that Val doesn’t hear that much of, wishes she heard it more. “Said he was rubbish with anything analogue and asked if I wouldn’t mind if he called from then on.”

Val grips her napkin, busying herself with shredding it into pieces. “He always asks about you. Bless him, probably thought he was being so coy, but it was obvious that he was digging for info on you.”

“Me?” The shrillness in her voice attracts a glare from the guy who’s taken over the recently-vacated table. She glares right back. She can be hysterical if she wants to here, it isn’t a bloody library.

“Don’t sound so surprised. Of course, you. Who else?” There’s rustling on the other end, the unmistakable whimper of her parent’s golden retriever as he scratches at the back door, desperate to go out. Val is suddenly homesick in a way she hadn’t been in over a decade. “I thought you all had something going at school before…”

“No, mum.” Val interrupts before that thought can even fully form, can’t take hearing someone else verbalize it. “It was him and Marin…”

The sharp bark of laughter cuts her off. “Marin? No darling, definitely not.”

The confidence with which her mother says this should make Val feel better, someone outside of her own thoughts refuting her worst nightmare. But instead, her hackles rise, instantly petulant at being so easily dismissed. Her next words are biting.

“Well, I was there so I think I would know.”

“You certainly know a lot.” Great, her mother’s passive voice. It’s a reliable tool for de-escalation, but all it seems to do for Val is piss her off more.

“Well, how would you know? You weren’t here!“ She hates how easily she reverts to sounding like a child with her mum.

“Because she told me things.” The unlike you goes unsaid.

“I-“

“Honey, you’ve always kept things close to the vest. Ever since you were little.” Her mother anticipates her defensiveness “It’s ok, it’s just your nature. But it wasn’t the same for your sister. She told me eeeeeverything. Including the fact that she was asexual.”

Val’s cheeks flame in the way they always did whenever either of her parents even said the word sex. “Wait, what?”

“Yes darling.” She says as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“No, I-“

“Honestly Val, it’s perfectly normal, some people just aren’t driven by carnal ins-“ At that word, Val is transported back to the mortifying moment she’d asked her mother the definition of carnal at the ripe old age of 7, having come across it while trying to read one of her Nan’s trashy paperbacks with Fabio on the cover. Her dad had been livid but her mum had simply sat Val down and explained the birds and the bees. Val had never asked for a clarification on another word since.

She’d very much like to not relive that whole ordeal now, or ever again. “Mum, I know what asexual means. I just, well…” Val pauses, biting her lip in contemplation unsure of what it is that confuses her about the finding. Her sister was allowed to keep things for herself. Val had obviously never told Marin about her feelings for Matty. Thou can covet thy sister’s boyfriend as long as you don’t tell anyone…that’s how the commandment went, right? But this, this was news that would have changed Val’s whole world that first year of uni. Maybe her whole life. And she’d kept it from her! Just because Val didn’t have a right to be angry doesn’t mean she wasn’t anyway .“I guess I don’t know why she didn’t tell me.”

“Oh bug, I think she would have. If she had had the time.” Gwen’s voice goes soft again in the way she only gets when talking about Marin. Or her own parents. Val hates making her mum sad.

“Well, good to know, I guess. Still doesn’t mean he didn’t fancy her.” The sigh on the other end of the line

“Honey, this isn’t really about your sister, is it? It’s about you. I mean, it’s fine to be guarded.” ‘Well, thanks for your permission mum.’ “But if you like someone, sometimes you, well, you’ve got to go out on a limb. Do something that you can’t walk back.”

“Uh uh Val, eyes on me baby,” Matty’s thumb taps at her hairline, bringing her eyes back to his. “There she is, that’s my girl.” His smile is so soft, so incongruous with the harsh snap of his hips moments before. He dips his head, nose nuzzling hers as his lips skim over her Cupid’s bow. “I want to see you.”

Well, she’d definitely done that.

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The elevator dings as it arrives at her floor, Val’s mind barely registering it as she stares at the hideous bargain carpet that covers every inch of her building. Two days ago, her Mum’s revelations would have had her spinning. But today, they just make her more tired. Tired of trying to decipher what it all meant - every word, every action. Tired of carrying around hope for all these years, foolish, unfounded hope. Hope could be heavy and she’d been carrying it since an early age, when Hollywood had filled her brain with stories of men who gave the smallest crumbs of affection and the women who devoured them like they were full feasts, never giving up and somehow always getting the guy. Beauty and the Beast, My Best Friends Wedding, Jerry Maguire, Bridget Jones’, Sleepless in Seattle. And those were just a few of her favorites growing up. But what those movies didn’t show was the nights filled with insomnia, the self-doubt, the second guessing yourself, the exhaustion that comes with taking every interaction with someone you would die to have - literally every single second together - and reliving it over and over again looking for the seIcret subtexts that would reveal how he felt about you. Wondering, confused, if it was love or if you weren’t just mistaking kindness for care.

Well, Val was officially giving up. Throwing in the towel. She couldn’t do it any more. She was no Hollywood heroine, she was just a mere woman, and she was tired. Of burying her feelings under shy smiles, then friendship, then a night with him that had only made the idea of friendship impossible. Of wondering if she was wasting time pining for someone when she didn’t even know how he felt. I mean, clearly he was attracted to her but just because he wanted her didn’t mean he wanted to be with her; just because he wasn’t in love with Marin didn’t mean that he was in love with Val. Contrary to how she sometimes acted, she knew she was not the only person of interest on the planet and he could have anyone he wanted.

And that was all just the personal anxiety. She hadn’t even begun to process how stupid this all was for her professionally.

As she makes the turn down her hallway, her eyes are drawn to a body, slumped in front of the door to her apartment. Asleep? Dead? Several particularly grim facts about stalkers and serial killers flash through her mind before she clocks the curls, the scuffed shoes, the pack of cigarettes lying next to him he’d clearly taken out to smoke before he must have realized where he was. On instinct, hope rises in her chest before she slaps her palm over her heart, holding it at bay. No, that was enough of that.

She kicks at his shoe, startling him for the second time that day. “How long have you been here?”

He doesn’t respond as he clambers to his feet, eyes dragging to his suitcase as if to highlight the obvious answer.

“Ok, other question. What are you doing here?” It comes out breathier than intended but she is genuinely surprised. Thought he’d be off somewhere with that troll Cheryl (she is not proud of how her feminism utterly abandons her in this moment). That she’d at least have a few well-timed sick days to prepare before seeing him again.

“I’m uh…” The toe of his brogues scrape at the floor .Whatever he wants to say, it’s enough to make him anxious. Which is enough to make Val want to avoid it at all costs.

Summoning her self-preservation, she cuts him off. “Listen, maybe we should do this when we’ve both-“

“Goddamnit Val, for once, please shut up!” His voice explodes in the small space, her gaze immediately going over her shoulder to her neighbor’s door. The last thing she needs right now is a noise complaint. Matty itches at the skin around his throat, as if raising his voice at her is as foreign to do as it was to receive. “I’m sorry, I’m sor- I just, I can’t risk any confusion here. Just need to get this out. Need you to listen. For once.” The attempt at a joke lands with a thud.

“When I’ve tried to get this out…and, I, just, it gets fucked every time.” His breath is noticeably shaky, hands on his hips as he gazes at the floor. “And I’m sick of, well I’m not sick of trying cause I’ll do that, not afraid…but I’m sick of the…if only I’d been clearer, got it out faster….in that pub, and I just, can’t take it any more…”

She’s about to tell him she’s not following when he seems to gather that for himself, head lifting to meet her eyes. She’s never been great at eye contact, always hates how put on the spot she feels by it. On instinct, Val glances away, over his shoulder, somewhere safer. A blurred hand lifts in her periphery, hovering near her face but not touching it, until her gaze turns back to his. Reminding her of the eye contact he’d insisted on the night before, as he went down on her, as he slid into her, as she came on his cock and as she’d fallen asleep.

“Val, I’m crazy about you. Have been for years… and before you say it, Marin and I weren’t anything. Or nothing like you think… I loved her, sure. But not in the way I do you…”

Val’s heard the phrase about the world going sideways before but she’d never really appreciated what it meant until now. She swears her body actually tilts sideways until it feels like the handle of her suitcase is the only thing keeping her upright. And with her equilibrium goes her ability to think straight.

“From the moment I met you when you had just got accepted, there was just something… and then you were dating that prick Roger from the cricket team.” God, Val hadn’t thought of him in ages. She’d been using him, trying to get under him to get over Matty. “…kicking myself that I’d just assumed there’d be time, like you wouldn’t just get snatched up by someone—“

The sleep deprivation seems to pick that very moment to redouble its efforts - she can’t think fast enough to respond. To buy herself time, she vomits out the first thought in her head. “Why didn’t you say something? Back then?”

“What? Rock up to you on the first day ‘Hey Val, d’you remember me? From that one weekend we hung out? Will you please go out with me? Oh, let me help you unpack, show you how shitty the beds are...’” He scoffs, she fucking hates that. “C’mon, I’d like to think I’m better than that…”

Her eyes look away, not willing to admit he’s right.

“I don’t know if you remember that night…in the pub—“ He stops, the effort of self-editing written all over his face. “What the fuck am I—Of course, I know you remember, like, the shittiest night of your life but I meant right before, when you and I were— “

She’s not intentionally tuning him out but her brain is now unhinged, skipping around and ahead, trying to determine what conclusion he’s coming to. Because the truth is, even if he’s telling the truth (she knows he has no reason to lie about this but she still can’t comprehend this monumental fact that he’s liked her for, it sounds like, almost as long as she’s liked him...) she still can’t have him. Because as the personal anxiety begins to ebb in the face of his declaration, the professional anxiety seeps in to take its place. She knows how this would go. She trusts Matty, of course she does (even after all these years, she couldn’t imagine doing anything else). But in her experience, shit like this - a relationship with a coworker - doesn’t stay quiet, no matter how hard two people try. Someone catches her glance at him differently, he says her name a certain way and suddenly it’s all anyone can talk about. The rumor mill must be fed, anything to make the mundane office more interesting, the hours less boring. It’s not that she blames them, has even joined in in her weaker moments, feeling slightly gross as she listened to the latest gossip, just wanting to be part of the inner circle, to be included. But she’s seen what it does to women, it’s always the women that pay.

“So, you can choose not to give this a shot, but it won’t be because of some bullshit misunderstanding you have about me and Marin.” There’s that tone again, like he’s confident in the case he made, assured of its persuasiveness. But once again, he’s underestimated her.

“Marin isn’t the reason.” It’s clear that’s not what he was expecting her to say, he’s caught off guard, eyes flitting back and forth between hers as if trying to scan them. “Well, not entirely. Matty, you’re my boss…”

“I’m well aware, trust me. We can handle it. Or I can.” Her eyeroll is instinctual at this point, honed from years of listening to men brush away her valid concerns as if they were so obviously not an issue that it’s idiotic that she’d even been thinking about it. “It doesn’t matter, as long as we’re tog—“

“No, it does… matter, that is… Cause this won’t be a problem for you, but for me it will be. A big one. My reputation, my career. People will think I slept my way into every job opportunity from here on out…” Val crosses her arms in front of her chest to stop wringing of her hands.

Matty is shifting his weight from side to side, clearly uncomfortable with the way the conversation has veered off course. “No, they won’t… and if they do, I’d immediately address it. We’d report them! I’m not really a nobody here, y’know.”

“Oh great, I can hear people now. ‘There goes Matty, taking Val ‘under his wing’” the air quotes aren’t really needed with the sarcasm laced in her voice but it’s important to her he knows how much that idea offends her. “I fucking hate that phrase.”

The smell of his cologne tingles as he takes a step closer, that confidence back in his voice. “Listen, I’m not stupid enough to think that it’d be totally fair, or that there isn’t stuff we have to work out—" (he says stuff as though the problem was (is) a small glitch in the code and not a huge attack on her entire system, her career) “—but I am falling in love with you… I want to do that with you. Want to do everything with you,” he chuckles softly, peering into her eyes, “And I think you do too, or at least I would hope so.”

Her resolve is crumbling, she needs him to go away, leave her so she can fall apart in peace. “No.”

“No?” Matty rakes his hands through his hair, interlocking his hands behind his head, his biceps flexing in a way that Val can’t help but find hot.

“Matty, I…I am just…I can’t…I’ve worked too hard for everything I’m accomplishing now for it to be credited to you. It would kill me to have people think that.” She hates thinking out loud but her trusty brain-to-mouth filter is failing her right now. Thankfully, he fills in the gaps for her. “It’s not worth the risk—“ The words are said carelessly but she can’t stuff them back in.

“No, I think what you mean is I’m not worth the risk” He says, and on his face she can read all the hurt her simple denial has inflicted. She wishes he would understand, that he would just listen and see it from her perspective because when she puts it all down on paper…well— the cons outweigh the pros, and her lists have rarely ever failed her. What if they don’t work out? What if after all this time pining for each other, they go on a couple of dates and realize they’ve made a mistake? It’s not like they can walk this back. Data isn’t subjective, it’s objective, it’s rational, reliable. Everything that they are not right now. She’s about to summarize it for him, a task which would be made easier if she had time to write it out, organize it.

Her thoughts feel scattered. “I’m not saying—” but it doesn’t matter that she’s not organized because she doesn’t get far.

“Got it,” he cuts her off, voice suddenly gruff and cold. “I’m an idiot. Thought last night meant you were still mooning over me the way you used to—jokes on me, I guess.” It’s been a while since she’s seen him like this, wounded animal cruelly lashing out at a perceived attack. This Matty is an unpleasant addition.

“Oh, fuck off, sounds like you were pining right back. Not that you kept your bed cold waiting though, did you? Fucking Cheryl and…”

“Cheryl?! God you’re unbelievable” His bag slaps against his thigh as he hauls it over his shoulder violently. “Cheryl is nothing. She was a one night stand—“

“—so was I!” They are screaming now and Val is almost surprised that the landlord hasn’t already been called.

Val doesn’t have time to see his reaction before he moves past her to the elevator. “Your words, not mine” He bypasses the elevator altogether, slamming the door to the stairwell open and disappearing into it.

When she’s finally in her apartment, suitcase sprawled open in her living room and temporary bed made on her couch, she lets it wash over her. All the emotions she has kept in a vice like grip since the second her feet hit the floor this morning, or rather till her feet landed in the heap of denim where Matty’s jeans had landed the night before. Val wants to be proud of herself for cutting it off, not feeding the beast (figuratively or literally) but what she really feels is regret.

#run don’t walk fic rec #matty healy fanfiction #1975 fanfic #matty healy fanfic #matty healy smut #the 1975 fanfic #matty healy

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buttercupd1ed · 9 months

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RINGS (TREATMENT PT. 2) YOUNG SEVERUS SNAPE X READER

warnings: wolfstar? 😏

It's an autumn Hogsmeade day for the students. I've decided to go with my cousin, James Potter, and his friends: the Marauders. I do regret it, though, since i've been thinking to go with Severus for the day. James was the first one to ask me anyway, and besides... he needs help to find a promise ring for Lily who also decided to join us.

"Y/N! Where are we going next? We've already gotten our stomachs full, got candy, looked at brooms..." James asked and I pondered.

"Oh! James and Sirius, I have a surprise for you two. Remus, Lily and Peter, you guys can go to..." I suggest. Trying to think of a place the three can go to.

"Zonko's Joke Shop!" Sirius suggests and I nod eagerly.

"Um.. okay.." Lily says and I smile, waving at her and the other two as they leave. Lily is the only one that doesn't know what's going on, actually.

"Okay, let's go." I signal the three and we dash to a store in Hogsmeade where all the prettiest and most expensive jewelries are. That's where James is going to buy the promise ring for Lily.

Eventually, we reach the store and we enter. The chime above the door signaling that we did. Shockingly, we are the only customers in the store... or so we thought.

"Good afternoon... Potter, Black... L/N..." A platinum haired boy greets and I smile a bit.

"Good afternoon Lucius. Are you buying a ring for Narcissa?" I ask casually since Lucius has recently became my friend. So did a few more Slytherins who are friends with Severus. I could already feel two pairs of eyes staring at me in suspicion.

"Yeah.. her mother wants me to propose to her by the end of the year." He responds and I nod slowly in understanding.

"How about you, and... Potter along with Black.." He scoffs saying the last names of my friends.

"Will you be buying a ring for S- I- I mean your significant other?" He asks and I sigh out. He knows well that James will kill me once he finds out i'm dating Severus. I'm glad he didn't allow him to find out, though. A loyal friend he is.

"Yeah, and James will buy one for his Lilyflower." I mock and I feel James nudge my arm powerfully, causing me to grip it painfully. Damn those Quidditch arms..

"Alright, alright. Have fun finding your ring." He says, sneering at James. In the corner of my eye, I observed James rolling his pair at Lucius.

"Will do!" I say back to diffuse the tension and I approach the selection of rings. As I arrive, the rings shine in my eyes beautifully, but none of them seemed to match perfectly... yet.

"You have a lover, Y/N?" James whispers to me and I slowly nod. Still examining the rings in front of me.

"Who is he? What's his house? How old is he? Please tell me it's not Snivellus." James says rapidy and I sight out.

"He's in Ravenclaw, he's in the same year as me and no. He's not Severus." I lie. I'm great at lying, actually. I've been able to get away from troubles just by doing so.

"Snivellus." He 'corrects' me and I scoff, rolling my eyes at him.

"Whatever." I answer, but as soon as my eyes stay in place, I spot a beautiful ring. A thick silver ring with a small rectangular-shaped emerald at the top. The silver part was rather detailed. It had carved lines and a crown like shape on it.

"Woah..." I breathily say as I stare at the ring in awe. I quickly raise my hand to get the attention of the one running the shop at the moment, and she approaches me.

"How may I help you?" She asks.

"How much for that silver ring with a rectangular emerald on top?" I follow up with a question.

"100 Galleons. Would you wish to buy it?" She asks and I nod eagerly. As she fixes the ring for me into a small black box, I take out my wallet. Taking 100 galleons out quickly.

"Woah, woah, woah, Y/N. This much for a boy?" Sirius asks and I look at him.

"Yes, Sirius." I respond quickly.

"Are you serious?" He asks and I chuckle a bit as the woman hands me the box.

"No, I'm Y/N." I respond and he glares at me siriusly.

"No, i'm serious, Y/N." He says with a stern voice now. I already place the 100 galleons on the counter.

"Of course you are! You're Sirius Black, how can you not be Sirius?" I joke and I leave them. Scurrying away from the two.

"HEY YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO HELP ME FIND A RING FOR MY LILY FLOWER!!" I hear James shout and I laugh. I'm glad I didn't help him.

I then push the door open and I dash going to my favorite store in Hogsmeade... besides Hog's Head Inn, of course. My favorite store being Tomes and Scrolls. A bookstore, and Severus' favorite space as well. I figure he'd be here the whole day since he doesn't really have anything to do.

Soon enough, I arrive at the front of the store. I stop in my tracks to take deep breaths in and out since I lacked bloody oxygen in my body. Once I recovered from that, I went into the store. A chime signaling my entrance just like the previous shops.

As I enter, I look left, right, up and down for Severus. Fortunately, in an instant I find him. At a corner, standing up. Reviewing a book. He looked attractive once he did so. His tall figure well lit as he stood with a proper posture. His lips slightly apart and his hair positioned in the right places.

I then approach him slowly and normally. My breathing pattern shifting to a slower one, and my heart pounding hardly and quickly in nervousness.

"Good afternoon, Severus." I greet him quietly and he turns his head to me. His scars healed much better compared to last month. The only scar visible was the one on his lip, but he didn't mind, and so did I.

"Good afternoon, Darling." He greets me back. Closing his book and sliding it back into the shelf. "How are you?"

"I'm great. You?" I ask back.

"I'm alright.." He mumbles and I chuckle slightly. That meant he's pretty happy, from what I learned.

"I- I want to bring you somewhere.." I say and he furrows his eyebrows, but releases it eventually.

"Go ahead." He says and I nod. Grabbing his hand quickly and pulling him out of the shop. I quickly walk and he quickly walks as well. Matching the rhythm of our steps.

"This reminds me of the afternoon of our first kiss. Doesn't it for you?" He asks and I chuckle.

"It does, actually!" I laugh into my words, and I hear him laugh slightly too. I swear I heard him laugh. I'm happy he did!

Luckily, it's sunset so when I give the ring, it will be gorgeous. I'm bringing him to the top of the hill where not much people go to since it takes long, but hopefully, no one will be there. I hope it will just be him and I. Just him and I.

Eventually, I arrive to the top and I drag him. Making him face me. I hold his two hands with mine and I genuinely smile at him with my lips.

"What's this, love?" He asks with a smile. Oh my Merlin how much I wanted to see that gorgeous smile again.

"Well..." I start. Letting go of his hands slowly and reaching into my deep pocket. I then slowly kneel down on one knee on the ground covered in the orange leaves of autumn. I then pull out the black box and open it, as if I were proposing.

"I can't promise you that life will be easy, that I can easily clear up the cloud above your head and make the sun shine immediately. I can't promise that the cousin of mine will accept you being my soon to be fiancé and husband." I say and he chuckles, so do I.

"But what I can promise you is that I will do my best to make you happy with all my heart, be loyal, stay by your side, and most importantly..." I pause, looking down and back up at him.

"I promise to love you. Forever and always. No matter the cost, the reputation, the dangers." I say then I stand back up. Removing the ring from its holder and taking the hand of Severus. Sliding the ring on his ring finger.

"I love you so much, Y/N." He says and pulls me in. Our lips connecting and colliding like all the stars in the universe. Fireworks sparked in my body as we moved in sync. His hands snake down to my hips, and my hands find their way to his black curls. I comb through the tangled, yet soft, feeling of them and wrapped my arms around his neck. ————————————

James Potter's Point-of-View

"Come on, love! It's not that far." I tell Lily. Supporting her from the back.

"I know, and i'm fine, James. You don't really need to help me." She says and I sigh. Looking at her lovingly.

"You will need my help if you'd like a child. You know how." I flirt with her and she rolls her eyes with a smile. Her cheeks reddening quickly. I give her a wink and I look back at my three friends behind us. Giving them a signal as we near the hill. A great place to give Lily the promise ring.

"My dear Lilyflower..." I say, reaching for my pocket and slowly pulling out a box, but everything changes until I see two people... snogging each other... but they're not just two people... that's...

"Y/N!?" I shout out and she parts her kiss with the man. The man who's a friend of Lily, and a man I despise. I drop the box back into my pocket and I approach the man.

"WHY ARE YOU SNOGGING MY COUSIN, SNIVELLUS!? WHY ARE YOU PLAYING WITH HER!? HUH?" I ask. Holding Snivellus by the collar and showing him my clenched fist. One I will use to punch him.

"JAMES! STOP IT, JAMES!" I hear Y/N yell at me and I look at her furiously.

"YOU TOO, Y/N! WHY ARE YOU KISSING BLOODY GREASY HAIR HERE!? YOU ALSO SAID YOU WEREN'T DATING SNIVELLUS, AND THAT THE CHAD IS A RAVENCLAW!" I shout at her.

"Okay. First of all, he's my boyfriend. The one Lucius was talking about. Second of all, I lied!" Y/N says and I grow angrier.

"Boyfriend! BOYFRIEND!?" My fist nearing Snivellus' face.

"That's enough, James." Lily says, trying to stop me, but no one and nothing can stop me. My fist then nears Snivellus' face once again. My fist a centimeter away from his incredibly large nose.

"STUPEFY!" I hear Y/N cast and I get pushed back. I groan as it hurts when I land on my back. I swear I heard a snapping sound of some sort... probably the leaves though.

"Severus! Are you alright?" I hear Y/N distantly and I sit up. Looking up at her and smelly Snivellus.

"I'm alright, Love. All is good." He reassures her and I roll my eyes. Sneering at the young man. I hear Y/N and... Snivellus chuckle. Since when did he ever smile? Bloody hell...

"Sorry for James. I love you." I hear Y/N say and I stand up aggressively. Not yet making a move on Snivellus yet.

"I love you too, gorgeous." He says and smiles. Showing his bloody teeth which i'm jealous of since it's whiter... whiter than my teeth. But he does something I desperately hate. He leans nearer to Y/N's face and they... THEY BLOODY KISS!

I storm to the two, but I get held back by, who I believe, is Sirius and Peter. Remus then steps in front of me and hands me a piece of chocolate, which I bite. Along with his fingers as I try to rip them off.

"AAAAAAAAA THAT HURTS JAMES!" Remus shouts and I continue to bite. Even harder.

"LET GO OF MY BOYFRIEND JAMES!!" I hear Sirius shout out and I release Remus' fingers from the pain of my sharp teeth.

"BOYFRIEND!?!?" I exclaim. Tears already falling from my eyes from all the information I have gotten today. The pressure is too much.

"Yess Wolfstar.." I hear Peter say and we all look at him. He's acting queer. Very queer. High on drugs?

#fanfiction #harry potter #young severus snape x reader #severus snape x reader #snape x reader #severus x reader #marauder's era

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lionizingheathen · 2 years

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Take it Out on Me- G.W.

Ginny Weasley x Fem!Reader

Helping Ginny unwind from a stressful quidditch practice

Warnings: Smut, Dom!Ginny, Sub!Reader, Slightly Public Setting, Vaginal Fingering, Degredation

"You're so pretty like this love, you were made to take my fingers." Ginny murmured, biting down hard on your earlobe as she continued to thrust her fingers in quickly, making you whimper against the wall as you dug your fingers into the stone, feeling the cool of it pressed against your face.

"Fuck..." You whined, and Ginny chuckled darkly, biting down on your shoulder as she added a third finger to join the first two, curling inside of you. Your mouth dropped open as she continued her brutal pace, making you squeeze your eyes shut... God, you'd never recover from this. There couldn't be an after her.

"You've got such a fucking mouth on you, quiet the hell down." She snapped, and you shook your head, letting it fall back against the wall as she continued to fuck you hard. You reached down and rubbed at your own clit, groaning softly when you felt how swollen it was.

"Can't... Too good..." You moaned, and you heard her let out a full laugh, yanking your hair hard, pulling your head back with it. She licked up the side of your neck, making you shiver. Something about the way she did this, the way she fucked the life out of you while still in her practice clothes, you thought about it for days, waiting for the next time that someone pissed her off.

"Merlin, you're such a whore... you were practically begging for this, you know? Watching me from the stands, giving me those eyes... you know what you did. You always know what you did and yet you keep doing it. You know why?" She asked, and you swallowed heavily, pressing your hips and ass back against her, giving her a better angle to massage inside of you, making your head lull back against her shoulder before she shoved it foreward, pressing your face into the stone. It would be humiliating if anyone walked in and saw this, saw Ginny Weasley fucking you senseless against the wall of the lockerroom, but you couldn't help but love it.

"Why?" You gasped, and Ginny's fingers stopped moving as she responded to you. No. You whimpered, trying to force her to move, but she held strong, pressing you against the rock as she spoke.

"Because you like when I take it out on you. It makes you feel good, isn't that right?" Ginny asked, sounding almost like she was gloating. You pouted then, pouted at the way she'd stilled her fingers. You ground your hips down, swiveling them in an attempt to get the same pleasure that she had been giving you, but you couldn't replicate it. Fuck.

"Gin, please..." You gasped, but she didn't respond to that.

"I asked you a question, now answer it." Ginny growled, and you nodded on instinct, feeling her fingers start to move again. You let out a breath of relief, and decided to vocalize your answer to her question, lest she stop again.

"Yes! I love it, please fuck me harder! Faster!" You begged, and Ginny let out another breathless laugh, increasing her pace to the point of making you breathless, making your insides practically turn to fire.

"Merlin, everyone's gonna know what we're doing in here, love. Is that what you want?" Ginny asked, and you nodded frantically. Yes. Yes, you wanted that. You were hers, that was something that everyone needed to be aware of, otherwise you'd lose your mind.

"Want 'em to know I'm yours." You responded.

"Possessive, are we?" She asked, and you nodded. God, who wouldn't be? Ginny was amazing.

"Yes!" She loved hearing that. You knew she did, she told you as much.

"Good. I'm yours, babe. But more importantly, you're mine." She said, her tone boardering on dangerous. You nodded frantically. Yes. 100% yes, you were hers.

"All yours."

"That's right. You can take another finger, can't you?" Ginny asked, and your eyes widened. You'd only ever taken three from her like this, another one would surely send you right over the edge.

"That's... That's a lot." You said, and Ginny didn't seem bothered by that, leaning forward to your shoulder.

"Yeah." She bit you again. "But you can take it." She murmured, and she slipped another finger insde of you, making you gasp at the intrusion. Your cunt was burning at the stretch and you whimpered, feeling yourself get closer just by that. She was ruining you.

"Fuck! Oh my God." You whined, feeling her curl her fingers inside of you. You could hear how wet you were, and feel the way you were dripping onto her palm and it made your cheeks burn. That was only increased by Ginny's pleased sort of chuckle.

"You're soaking my hand, babe." Ginny murmured, and you gasped, your mouth dropping open as you spread your legs further, pressing your chest firmly against the wall, trying to give Ginny better access. She was so deep.

"Gonna cum... so close..." You whined, and Ginny hummed her approval, finally seeing your fingers working against your clit.

"Keep rubbing your clit, baby. You're gonna cum on my hand." Ginny murmured, and you nodded, rubbing harder at your clit, making your vision narrow into a slit as you felt yourself reaching the edge, felt pressure building like a band in your lower stomach. Ginny's pace only got more brutal, both harder and faster to a point where you wondered if she'd cast some kind of spell on her hand to keep herself from cramping... that was the only thing that made an iota of sense.

"I... I..." You felt the band snap in your stomach, making your legs buckle against the wall as you let out a high moan. Ginny's free hand clapped over your mouth as she continued her brutal pace, forcing you straight into another one as you clawed at the wall, only being held up by the fingers that were fucking it's way in and out of you. Once you came down from your second orgasm, Ginny removed her fingers, making you slump against the ground, your face pressed against the side of her leg. She ran her fingers through your hair, making you look up at her. Her smile was soft, and her expression was warm... your girlfriend was back.

"Merlin, you look godly doing that, you know?" She asked, and you licked your lips, getting up on shaky knees to press Ginny against the wall, yanking at the waistband of her pants.

"Wanna return the favor." You said, and she went to bat your hands away, taking your chin in her hand to look at you with concern, shaking her head.

"You don't have to do that-." That wasn't it. You didn't do anything because you had to, you did it because you wanted to.

"Let me."

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totesnothere04 · 1 year

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Unexpected Turn of Events Pt. 3

Tonowari x Fem!Reader

I do not own any fanart or screenshots used with my stories.

Warnings: Will not be 100% right with the events of ATWOW. Things are definitely not worded the same. Js.

Pt.2 here. Pt.4 here.

It had been weeks since you started being taught by Tonowari. Things had been going smoothly and you were learning in an accelerated rate. Right now you were making your way back to your marui after a day full of training. Mostly learning to ride a tsurak, because Tonowari has decided he feels that you're almost ready. He'd been giving you lessons on how to properly mount and keep hold of the beast. You had to admit that they were beautiful up close, and you were starting to feel comfortable around them. You were pulled from your reverie when you heard the horns sounding, and Tsireya rode past you on her ilu.

"Everyone our brothers and sisters have returned!" She called out and everyone started to jump into the water. You were watching with a small smile when Tonowari appeared infront of you on his tsurak.

"(Y/n) ride with me and meet my spirit brother." He said and you couldn't deny him. You had become very close to him in the time he had been teaching you. You sat behind him and wrapped your arms around his midsection. The two of you made your way to the tulkun and Tonowari got off of his tsurak to greet one. You assume it was his spirit brother from the happy interaction between them. Tonowari gestured to you and motioned for you to approach. You do so and he turns back to his spirit brother. He lets out a loud cry and Tonowari's smile is so wide it seems like he might split his face in half.

"Yes. Eywa and Ronal have blessed me." He signed to his brother who responded with another loud wail. "Yes, she is very beautiful.-" They continue to converse but the sound of a lonely song that you understood rang in your ears. You look around and find the source of the song. You go up to the surface for some air and then dive back down to the tulkun in question. She was beautiful and she had a calf with her. She seemed surprised when you swam up directly beside her and waved hello.

"Are you alright? I heard your cries from over there and wanted to make sure you were okay." You signed and she seemed to look directly into your soul.

"My sister died years ago. She promised me from the afterlife that she would send someone to take her place. But it has been a longtime." She says and you frown.

"I am sorry for your loss. Is there anyway that I may help ease your pain?" You ask her through sign and her eyes seem to widen.

"You can understand me?" She asks.

"Yes. Almost as though you were speaking directly into my mind." You tell her.

"It has been so long. Ronal has delivered on her promise. She sent me a new sister." The tulkun said and you had to remind yourself that you were underwater, therefore unable to gasp.

"What is your name?" You ask her.

"My name is Roa, and this is my calf." She said and seemed to move to a new position directly infront of you. "You are my sister. May we bond?" She asks and you nod. Unbeknownst to you, your absence next to the Olo'eyktan had gained his attention along with Jake and Neytiri's. The three had gathered and watched you interact with the tulkun with interest. Roa's mouth opened wide and you got the gist and swam forward into her mouth. Her mouth closed and you continued to float forward until a glowing part inside of her unfurled. You assume it was her queue so you pulled yours infront of you, and connected them. Both of you shared your memories with one another, and you smiled as she showed you memories with Ronal and them singing together. Every bit of your lives shared with eachother as though you were both there for everything. When the bond was done you exited her mouth at her prompt and went to the surface for air. You went back into the water and continued to speak with her.

"You were a sky person?" She asks and you deflate a bit.

"Yes, but you could see why I do not associate with them any longer. Their planet is dying, they are trying to kill this planet as well, and I refuse to be one of them." You tell her and she nuzzles the tip of her nose to you and you pet her.

"You were as beautiful then as you are now. I hope you and Olo'eyktan are happy together once you pass your iknimaya. Tonowari deserves happiness after the tragedy that befell his family with Ronal." Roa said.

"I do not want to replace a woman as mighty as Ronal. I can only hope that I can come somewhat close to who she was." You signed.

"As humble as she was I see. You will make a beautiful Tsahík when the time comes." She says and you smile softly. Her eyes shift behind you. "We have company sister." You turn to find Tonowari and your two friends.

"Roa I see you have found your new sister." Tonowari greets her.

"Yes, and isn't she beautiful!" Roa exclaims excitedly.

"What did she say (Y/n)?" Tonowari asks.

"She said, 'Yes, and isn't she beautiful!'" You translated to him and his eyes soften drastically as he looks into your eyes.

"Yes. Yes she is Roa." Tonowari signs and Roa seems to chortle with laughter of some kind.

"Smitten already Olo'eyktan." Roa seems to joke and you smile brightly at what she says.

"I am smitten with him as well Roa. He is a beautiful soul, and an amazing father and leader." You sign to her well aware that Tonowari can understand what you're saying. You look over to him and his cheeks have flushed at your words.

"Hoping for some of your own someday then?" Roa asks.

"Yes. In my human form, I was past safe childbearing age. In this form, I feel younger and safer to have children." You sign to her and she wails happily.

"We are about to travel sister. I will see you again soon." Roa says and you nod.

"I am very happy you are my sister, Roa. You have a beautiful calf, and I wish you safe travels." You sign to her and she leaves with her calf. When you surface with Tonowari, Jake, and Neytiri they all cheer. Tonowari pulls you onto the back of his tsurak and cheers loudly for everyone to turn to him.

"We have a new bond!" Tonowari announces to the clan and everyone cheers happily. He turns to you with a proud look. "You are ready." He states and your breath hitches in your throat. Jake and Neytiri show you wide smiles as they tap your sides and you blush. You spent the rest of the afternoon with Tonowari, Jake, and Neytiri and noticed something odd.

"It's been awfully quiet since the Tulkun left." You said and the others seemed to notice the foreboding silence.

"Has anyone seen the kids since the tulkun?" Jake asks and you shake your head Neytiri and Tonowari also shaking their heads. Ra'ina knocks on the side of the entrance to Tonowari's marui.

"(Y/n), my son hurt himself on the coral while he was hunting with his friends." Ra'ina said somewhat rushed and you stood quickly.

"What color was the coral?" You ask and she shakes her head.

"I don't know. I just saw the blood and that it would need stitches and came to you immediately." She admits. You turn to the others and Tonowari nods once to dismiss you.

"I understand ma (Y/n). I will let you know when the children are located." Tonowari says and you nod. You turn and follow Ra'ina back to your marui.

"We brought him here hoping you were here, but you weren't. I am sorry to disturb your day." She says and you shake your head.

"No need for apologies. Your son's health matters more than freetime." You say as you burst into your pod and go to the teenage boy. "What color was the coral you injured yourself on?"

"It was red with blue veining." The boy says weakly. You grab the box with your supplies and start grabbing what you need and applying the necessary salves and ointments. You disinfect the wound then start applying the necessary healing salves and wrap his wound in seaweed bandages.

"He will have a fever for a few days, but he will be okay. Do not allow him in the water and he should try to keep unnecessary movement to a minimum. Take this with you and he will be fine within the next few days." You told Ra'ina and she nodded with a thankful smsmile.

"Thank you Tsahík." The boy says tiredly and you shake your head.

"It's no problem child, but I am just a healer." You tell him.

"Tell that to Olo'eyktan." He jokes and then laughs at his joke only to grimace and stop.

"Maybe work your way into joking child." You tell him.

"I will carry him home." His father says and you nod.

"It will probably be best. He doesn't need to flex his muscles too much or his stitches could pop and an infection could set in. Ensure that he eats three healthy full meals a day." You tell them and they nod. His father picks him up and the family leaves back to their marui. You clean up the area and decide to go back to Tonowari's marui. Jake and Neytiri standing just outside didn't go unnoticed by you or the crowd of all of their children just inside.

"Sit." You heard Tonowari say and you entered the marui.

"Sorry I was late." You whisper to him and he offers you a hand to sit next to him. You accept and lower yourself onto your knees next to him.

"I said sit down!" Tonowari yells when he notices that Lo'ak was the only one who sat down. Tsireya looks as though she's been crying and Ao'nung looks like he's restraining himself from going and comforting her.

"Uhm... What happened in my absence?" You ask the room but instead, a pregnant silence answered you.

"My children allowed Lo'ak to bond with an outcast tulkun named Payakan." Tonowari told you and you looked at him confused. "I will explain later yawne." He whispers and you nod.

"Sir, payakan isn't a killer. He saved my life." Lo'ak spoke for the first time since you arrived.

"You will listen to me boy. Payakan is outcast for a reason. He killed many tulkun and Na'vi." Tonowari said in a harsh quiet voice only a leader could produce. A voice that Jake's children had heard many times before, and you, yourself had been on the receiving end of once.

"No. He is a good tulkun." Lo'ak argued calmly.

"That's enough." Jake said to Lo'ak but he ignored his father as usual.

"I saw everything. He wanted to put a stop to the tulkun hunters. The sky people killed those tulkun and Na'vi." Lo'ak said and Jake walked forward and squatted menacingly next to his son.

"I said that's enough." Jake whispered harshly in Lo'aks ear and you couldn't help but shiver at the threatening tone.

"In the earliest songs, the tulkun fought for territory and spread violence. They eventually came to an understanding and vowed off violence. This is the tulkun way, and because of this Payakan is outcast. He gathered those Na'vi and other tulkun, he led that attack, and he was the only one to survive." Tonowari told Lo'ak who seemed to be keeping himself from rolling his eyes.

"I'm sorry sir, but you're wrong. I just know what I know." Lo'ak says and you tap Tonowari. He looks at you and you gesture to Lo'ak silently asking if you may butt in. He hesitates then nods and you both turn back to Lo'ak.

"Lo'ak what Olo'eyktan is trying to say is that their way is a way of peace and tranquility. A way that Payakan strayed from when he decided to attack the sky people. He is not saying that trying to fight the sky people is wrong. Only that it is not the way of the tulkun to fight... That is our place. To protect our brothers and sisters in their times of need." You tell him but he shakes his head and looks back at Tonowari.

"Can I be dismissed now?" Lo'ak asks calmly but with an edge and Tonowari shoos him away. You stood up and went over to Tsireya and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Are you alright Reya?" You asked her and she looked up at you with teary eyes.

"I have duties to attend." She responds then briskly leaves. You turn to Tonowari and quirk a brow.

"I will explain." He says and the two of you stand to the side of his marui and he takes a deep breath. Then he explains everything that happened and what was said and when.

"Wari... I know you were upset, but you will need to apologize for what you said to your daughter. I know she means everything to you, and it must've hurt you to say those things to her. I know that we as adults say things in anger to our children, but as adults, we must also realize that we must apologize for wrong things we said." You tell him. "It teaches them accountability. Shows them that even though we are their elders we know how to acknowledge our mistakes."

"I know, but she knows better than to allow someone to bond with an outcast tulkun. She just stood by and watched instead of interfering and stopping him." Tonowari says and you sigh.

"Ma Tonowari..." You say quietly and cup his cheek. "If there's anything I know about Lo'ak he inherited both of his parents' stubbornness. Even if she had intervened she wouldn't have been able to stop him. He would've pushed past her to do it anyways. Tsireya is a good child and doesn't deserve to be punished for Lo'aks wrongdoing." You tell him and he sighs as he nuzzles into the palm of your hand. He reaches up and grabs your hand hmwith his own and kisses your palm.

"Come. Jake and I have decided to get you to ride tsurak today. We still have plenty of daylight." Tonowari said and led you over to Jake who was waiting outside of the marui.

"Look at her Tonowari... She's pale." Jake jokes and you smack his arm. "Ow! Again with the abuse."

"In order for it to be abuse you have to be mine to abuse... And no offense to Neytiri, but I do not want to have to deal with what she deals with when it comes to you. I like my men calm and collected. Not dumb and rash." You jest with him and he mocks offense.

"I'm hurt. I thought you loved me." Jake said with fake hurt in his voice.

"Skxawng." You whispered but both men obviously heard as they both chuckled.

"Yeah well I doubt you'll beable to hold on. If I couldn't how are you going to?" Jake fired back.

"Unlike you, I've taken the time to train with an ilu to better prepare me for this moment, Sully." You said and he sighed exaggeratedly. The three of you now stood in the water for Jake and Tonowari it was waist-deep, but for you, it was chest deep. The two men had called on two others to bring over the tsurak and help hold him in place. You stared at the back of the beast trying not to laugh at how short you still were. Jake noticed and choked back a chuckle.

"Shut it skxawng. You used to be shorter than me." You said and he rolled his eyes as he looked at you.

"I was literally crippled." Jake deadpans and you chuckle then jump up onto the back of the tsurak.

"Remember (Y/n). When you dive into the water position is very important." Tonowari says seriously and you nod.

"Wish me luck." You say after you make tsaheylu and level your breathing with the tsurak. After you stabilized your bond you motioned for them to let go, and off you went. Keeping a tight grip on the handle and keeping your position correct. You finally dove under the water and kept ahold of the handle and you went back above the water. Both Tonowari and Jake joined your sides on their tsurak and Jake yips excitedly. You look at Tonowari and he smiles wide and proud then joins Jake with you following shortly after. A shadow flies over the three of you and you look up to see Neytiri she joins her mate in yodeling at your success. The four of you meet back up in the shallows and Tonowari picks you up in excitement. A decent amount of the village had gathered to watch your last rite of passage. Everyone gathered on the shore cheered happily as Tonowari turned you to face his clan.

"You are now an acknowledged adult in the eyes of the people. Now you may pick a mate." Tonowari whispers in your ear and you blush at his words.

"I already have, and I have a feeling he has picked me as well." You say bashfully and he smirks.

"And you're so sure?" Tonowari asks with a teasing tone.

"Hmm maybe he hasn't." You said with a fake pout and he chuckles and nuzzles into your neck.

"I want to do this in the traditional sense. I want to court you properly, ma (Y/n)." Tonowari says tenderly and your heart melts.

"Then who am I to stand in your way?" You ask with a soft voice and he smiles.

"Thank you. Now I believe there is a celebration for you." Tonowari says and leads you to the crowd on the beach. The moment you're on the beach you're tackled in a hug by several sets of arms. Loud yipping and cheering can be heard from the children crowding you.

"Neteyam... I can't breath." You tell the boy who has latched onto your midsection and started to squeeze as hard as he could.

"Sorry Auntie. I'm. Just proud." Neteyam says bashfully.

"It is alright Nete." You say with a faint smile as his siblings now bombard you with questions and happy chattering. Tonowari watched as you interacted with his and Jake's kids and how you treated them as your own. His mind drifted off to thinking about you interacting with the children the two of you might have in the future.

#tonowari x reader #tonowari #avatar twow

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genvaddict · 4 months

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Gen V and the V is for Vendetta Pt. 2

After the 15 minute walk back to the dorms from dusties the group parted ways. Marie accompanied Jordan to their room and just as they entered the room, door barely closed all the way Marie spun around in a fury.

“Jordan what the fuck was that?!” She asks.

“What the fuck was what Marie? Is it a crime to stand up and protect your girlfriend now? I’m so sorry for breaking the law. sad face mean it.” jordan says sarcastically.

Marie was annoyed by the earlier altercation but Jordan’s smart ass remarks were actually enraging her now.

“Jordan you don’t think about the consequences you can face. He is the deans son first off and second you know he pushes your buttons to get any kind of reaction in hopes to ruin your ranking and third you didn’t let me get a word in. I appreciate your need to protect me. It goes both ways but there are some battles you and I can fight ourselves.” Marie stated irritated.

Jordan stumbles “I-I know Marie I’m-“

“You’re what?!” Marie raised her voice from frustration.

“Jesus Christ Marie I’m sorry ok! You’re right but the way he was degrading you just sent me to another level. I couldn’t even think straight I was so fucking pissed.” Jordan confesses.

Marie sighs “I get it but he is my partner on a project. He’s someone I am going to have to work with. That should’ve been my moment to set him straight and lay down boundaries.”

“You’re right ok. I’m waving the white flag. I lost my temper and I need to do better.” Jordan says.

“Thank you that’s all I wanted.” Marie says reaching out to pull Jordan in for a hug.

Marie’s hands wrap around Jordan’s wider physical form and she rests her head under their chin.

Jordan pulled her in tighter and kissed the top of her head.

After a few beats of silence they ask “So does that mean we’re going to see him multiple days this week?”

Marie leans back and looks up to see Jordan’s head tilted to the side like they’re contemplating what days they have available to tag along.

“NO! You two literally just tried to kill each other. You need to be 100 feet apart at all times and I need you to trust me.” Marie says softly leaning in pressing her lips quickly to Jordan’s.

Jordan breaks the kiss professing “I do trust you. I have 100% faith in you but unfortunately it’s the entitled asshole I don’t trust.”

“Well do you want me to tell him the legendary story of how Rufus has to piss sitting down now?” Marie says grinning ear to ear.

“I’m going to be like hey! back off before that becomes you!” Marie says jokingly while lifting her hands in a defense position.

Jordan chuckles then pulls Marie in to whisper between kisses into her forehead and cheeks “you’re the most sweetest, prettiest, badass girl I’ve ever met. I don’t know how I got so lucky Moreau.”

~~~~

The next day Jordan woke up missing the presence of Marie next to them. They had rolled over and saw the sticky note Marie left on their pillow.

Hey sleepy head. Left early this morning for class. Miss you already! Meet for coffee at 11? Text me if that works 🖤 marie

Jordan couldn’t help but reread the note again with the dopiest smile. they then heard the pinging of their phone. Grabbing the vought phone they see it’s a message from cate.

Cate: Hey. Talk after our crime fighting class k. Don’t try to book it!

Greattttt they forgot about her wanting a talk with them about last nights shenanigans too.

Jordan rolled their eyes as they went through their closet focused on dressing their smaller frame. Ugh todays going to be a long one.

~~~~

Just as crime fighting let out cate had already caught Jordan before they could even leave the class.

“Ready for that talk?” cate asked surprisingly chipper.

“No” Jordan responded shortly.

“Well too damn bad. We can talk and walk.” Cate said.

As they take off into the narrow hallways Jordan sighs “whatever you’re going to say Moreau probably already beat you to it ok. I’m short tempered, It was her fight not mine, and be smarter about where I beat the dean’s son’s ass.”

“I almost agreed til the last part.” Cate grinned.

“Ok that wasn’t exactly what she said but how I would say it.” Jordan laughed.

“Jordan if I wasn’t there you could have got into serious trouble and honestly we potentially still could if his memory starts to come back or we missed erasing someone’s phone. You’re number 2. Telling you to be smarter is the nicest way of putting it. Don’t jeopardize your future because of jealousy or insecurity or whatever the hell it is. Ok?” Cate says with a serious tone.

“Yeah ok you’re right. It’s just I’ve never felt like this with anyone other than Marie. She gets everything about me and accepts me for me and well to be honest I can’t stand the thought of anyone disrespecting her or threatening what we have especially that little shit.” Jordan says releasing a deep sigh.

“Don’t tell Andre or Luke about this talk either.” Jordan sternly says. “I’m serious.”

“Ok ok no need to get worked up because Jordan Li s finally wearing their heart on their sleeve.” Cate teased. “I won’t tell a soul scouts honor.”

“You weren’t even a fucking Girl Scout.” Jordan says rolling their eyes with a grin as they walk off from cate to go meet Marie at jitterbean.

~~~~

As Jordan rounds the corner to get to jitterbean they immediately spot Marie in khaki cargo pants with a tan crop top and her locs in a half up half down style. Jordan could feel that stupid grin spreading on their face at the sight of her. The grin disappeared almost as fast as it had materialized when they realized who was next to her talking it up. Fucking Daxton. Jordan had to do a quick breathe in breathe out and remind themselves that Daxton doesn’t even remember the altercation they got in at Dustie’s. It still doesn’t help that they know he admitted he wants Marie but who wouldn’t she’s legit the hottest girl on campus, no scratch that in the world. Jordan releases a deep sigh remembering they promised Marie and Cate they would be on their best behavior with this world class jackass.

Jordan pastes the biggest fakest smile as they approach “Heyyyyy babe.” They say as they approach Marie and give her a kiss on the cheek. They side eye Daxton and leave it at that.

“Nice to see you too jordan.” Daxton says sarcastically.

“Heyyyy Daxton saw me in line and came over to ask about us scheduling times to meet. Glad I have a partner who doesn’t play about school work.” Marie says as fast as she can trying to cut the tension.

Before either one can reply Marie hurriedly says “But Daxton yes the library tonight at 6 works for me. I’ll see you then.”

Daxton’s eyebrows raise at the dismal. “Ok cool can’t wait for our study date.” He says smugly looking at Jordan before turning on his heels and heading off.

Jordan grits their teeth and involuntarily clenches their fist in annoyance.

“IT’S NOT A DATE GROW UP!” Marie exasperatedly shouts. “Jordan ignore him. He doesn’t remember the fight or anything he’s just being an ass.”

“Are you sure you don’t want me to come with you? I don’t want him to make you feel uncomfortable or anything.” Jordan asks before pulling Marie in for a hug.

Marie returns the hug pulling Jordan’s more petite frame in tighter and giving a quick peck while trying to ignore the bystander’s who pulled out their phones to capture the moment.

“I’ll be ok weirdly he only acts like this when you’re around. I genuinely don’t believe he’s into me. I think it’s just to get under your skin and unfortunately he can tell it’s working.” Marie sighs.

“Marie I think you’re being a little naive on this one. The way he looked at you at the party was full of desire like the creepy guy at a gas station kind of desire. So fuck yeah it’s a little alarming.” Jordan says frowning.

“I don’t think I am and I can handle it. Ok?” Marie asks while nuzzling Jordan’s nose.

“Alright.” Jordan responded less enthusiastically.

MarieJordan your order is up!

Marie leads Jordan with intertwined hands to grab their orders.

“I’m glad I got to see you before my next class” Marie says leaning in for a kiss.

Jordan met halfway lips full of longing and want for this moment to never end.

Marie broke apart “ok I’ll probably see you tonight after my library session with Daxton.“

Jordan rolled their eyes “I’m serious babe if he steps one foot out of line let me know.”

Marie yells “I will! Promise!” As she turns to head to her next class.

~~~~~

It was 6:10pm. Marie had already found a table in the quiet section of the library and laid the notes for the project out. Daxton was 10 minutes late. Typical. Marie hears a sudden shuffling sound from behind. “Sorry I’m late” Daxton says as he pulls the chair out to sit in. He looked a bit more disheveled than normal. His normally slicked blonde hair more so resembled bed head and the bags were heavy under his eyes.

“Hey this might sound weird but is your memory kinda hazy from the party this past weekend?” Daxton asked hesitantly.

“I mean it was a party at dustie’s filled with alcohol and drugs. Whose memory isn’t hazy?” Marie says keeping her eyes on the papers sprawled out on the table.

Daxton hesitates “Yeah I guess —“

“Let’s focus. I don’t want to be here all night. We have 3 pages to fill with Who is an ethical hero and why.” Marie cuts him off trying to change the subject.

“Yeah ok sorry” Daxton mumbles.

~~~~

They were 2 hours in at the library and an hour away before the library would close.

“Daxton you have actually been tolerable and respectful. Why are you the complete opposite anytime Jordan’s around?” Marie asked inquiringly.

Daxton smirked then said with a shrug “I personally can’t stand their smugness and rude attitude. So I just give it back ten fold.”

“Yeah well Jordan has the right to be that smug they worked really hard to get to #2. The attitude is…well. They wouldn’t be Jordan without the attitude. Get over it and stop bringing me into you two’s bullshit rivalry.” Marie responds bluntly.

“I am sorry for that.” Daxton blushes in response.

Marie scoffs “that’s hard to believe.”

“No really. I-I mean you’re obviously attractive but I shouldn’t make you uncomfortable. You know the study date thing was a joke.” Daxton responds looking down.

“Well I didn’t find it funny. I’ll accept your apology if it never happens again. If it does happen again I’ll blow your balls off. Understand?” Marie asked staring Daxton down.

Daxton’s eyes widen and he stutters out “ye-yes damn Marie. I’m sorry.”

A familiar laugh rings out from the bookshelves nearby and all Marie could do was rub her head to try to help the headache this entire situation was giving her.

Daxton pushed back his chair to follow the laugh to find who Marie already knew it to be. Jordan Li whose face was bright red from trying to hold in their laugh with a book resting open against the highest shelf in their taller form.

“Really you’re this threatened by me?” Daxton said crossing their arms with a smirk. “I can’t blame you , I too would be threatened if my competition looked like…well me.”

“Fuck off dickhead.” Jordan spat.

Daxton cocked his head to the side with narrowed eyes “what did you just say?” He asked.

“You fucking heard me.” Jordan snapped.

“You-you’ve said that before.” Daxton mumbles in realization.

“Wha-“ Jordan starts before he is cut off from the mini fireballs Daxton sends flying at their face.

As Jordan’s arms go up in a defensive position they hear Marie’s voice ringing out “IN THE FUCKING LIBRARY??? YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!”

Notes: I was planning on this being only 2 chapters but it might wrap up in the 3rd chapter 💛

#limoreau #marie moreau #jordan li #cate dunlap

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rooster-the-love-of-my-life · 2 years

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Two miracles.

The next day was filled with tension. Rooster and Y/N sat as far as possible and didn't dare look at each other. The rest of that gang was hell bent to keep them away. As of now they all were stiing in the debriefing room. Admiral Bates had just finished explaining the basics, that they were attacking an unsanctioned Uranium Plant that threatened NATO.

"Time will be your greatest enemy in this mission. You'll be flying through a cavern to avoid these SAMs. They are lethal. The height limit on the day of the mission will be 100 meters. No higher." Pete Mitchell came on next. He turned to the pilots explaining to them what exactly they were supposed to do. All eyes were on him.

"Then comes the hard part. You'll need to go up and do an inverted climb to hit the the Uranium plant on time. You'll do an inverted dive before going straight." He paused to let the diagram catch up. "Now here is where we need two consecutive miracles. Miracle #1 is hitting the uranium plant, now the single plane will launch the bomb, with the second plane providing a laser lock aim. Then the pilot will do a steep climb out. That's Miracle #1."

"Now, Miracle #2 will be doing that second time. The second duo of planes will deliver the kill shot. And then they will also climb the steep dive out." He finished, as Hangman raised his hand.

Maverick nodded, pointing and motioning towards the hot shot blond. "Sir with a climb that steep you'll be pulling like 7 to 8 g's." He spoke.

"10. Minimum." The captin responded before continuing. "And right after you pass the climb, These SAMs will instantly be on you." He motioned.

"Assuming we even survive the climb, those SAM's will take out all of our defensive missiles. It'll be a dogfight all the way home." Rooster said from the back of the class.

"Excatly."

"Is this mission even possible sir?" Question Phoenix.

"It is. And that's waht I'm gonna teach you." Maverick replied. "I want Phoenix and Bob to go first, with Sparrow."

Upon hearing the orders, they all got up from their places and started getting ready for the filght. While Y/N was walking up to her plane, the voice of her father called from behind.

"Y/N. Y/N." She stopped in her tracks and truend around to see him. "Be safe okay."

"I always am." She answered.

"Good." He replied. "Now about yesterday-"

Y/N cut him off "Whatever happened happened. Let's not dwell on it."

"You should be glad that he didn't press charges or you would have been dishonorablely discharged."

"Well that would have been for the best." Grumbled Y/N.

"No, it wouldn't have." Maverick now started to get a little angry. "I need you on my team. I need you with me. Now go out there and be careful. I don't want to lose you."

To this Y/N just nodded and went her way. Soon her, Phoenix and Bob were in the air. Navigating the cavern was harder than they expected. All the power they had was not enough for this.

The force of gravity was too much for them to handle and flying so low was making it even harder.

"Come on guys, we're 20 seconds behind schedule." Said Bob.

"We gotta picknup the speed Sparrow." Phoenix said.

"Alright." Repkied Sparrow, doing as she was told . What she didn't anticipate was the turn she almost crashed into. Because of that she had to stop making Phoenix and Bob to be killed by going over the solo pilot, leaving them to die.

"Fuck." Y/N screamed over the comms as she remover her mask, flying back to the base.

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"Why are you dead?"

"We didn't contemplated that turn. We should have waited, it's our fault." Phoenix answered the question of the angry captain.

"Is that want toure going to tell their family at the funeral?" He now turned to his daughter. "I'm sorry sir, ma'am, but it was your daughter's fault. Your son fault."

His voice got louder as he spoke.

"I didn't anticipate the turn." Replied Y/N in a soft voice.

"Why?" Maverick was close shouting. "You were breifed about the terrain, yet you still made silly mistakes. What if it was you who died huh? What do you expect me to believe?"

Sparrow didn't answer. She kept staring at the ground. She had seen this side of her father before, when her mother died. He would have mood swings and would often scold her. She didn't blame him for it though, she understood what she did was wrong and what the consequences of her actions were.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you." Screamed Maverick. Now everyone was at high alert. "Do you not understand how important this is? Not only to you but to me? I've already lost enough people I'm not going to loose you too. Any of you. Hangman, Yale Coyote toure next."

With that he was off, with the three guys hot on his tail. The people left were all staring at Y/N. Bon slowly got up from his seat and sat on the empty one nex to her.

"Are you okay?" He asked softly.

"I'm fine Bob Bob." She said patting his cheeks. "Nothing I can't handle." After saying that she fot up and went to the hall.

The last person you'd ever expect followed her. He was walking behind her, trying to catch up. When he got closer he started saying her name. Upon hearing she stopped dead in her tracks. Turning around she found no one otherwise than Rooster.

"Are you okay?" He said catching up to her and standing directly in front of her.

"Yes. Why do care all if a sudden?" She questioned, shifting her weight to another leg.

"I know how you get when Maverick does that." He said looking down at the floor. "I was just worried."

"You don't need to be." She replied.

"Can you just except the fact that someone might just be worried about you?" Rooster asked annoyed.

"No." She answered quickly.

"God, you haven't changed at all." Rooster said while shaking his head.

Y/N just nodded. They stood in awkward silence for a few moments when Y/N said "I'm sorry for yesterday."

"It's okay. I was out of line."

"I shouldn't have hit you."

"It's good to have a reality check once in a while." Rooster replied nonchalantly.

"Glad to be of service." Y/N fake slauted, to which Rooster chuckled. With that she started walking again.

"Where you going?" Rooster called from behind.

"The ladies room. You wanna pester me there as well?"

"Nope."

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The same exercise went on for.a few days. Everyone would go up in the air and would fail to finish the mission. The only one who had done it by now was rooster, but he was a minute late.

"He's the only one whos finished the mission till now." Said Phoenix.

"Yeah a minute later. He gave time to the enemy's SAM'S to intersept him on his way out. He is dead." Maverick said.

"You don't know that." Retaliated Rooster.

"You not flying fast enough." Commented Hangman. "You don't have a minute to waste."

"We made it to the target."

"And superior enemy aircraft interspersed you on your way out." Maverick said again.

"Then it's a dog fight." Rooster replied.

"Against 5th generation fighters?"

"Yeah. We stand a chance."

"In an F-18?"

"It's nit the place sir its the pilot."

"Excatly." Maverick said loudly.

"There is more than on way for this mission to be flown."

"You don't get it do you?" Butted Hangman. "On this mission a man Flys like Maverick here, or a man dosent come back." He then nods toward Sparrow and Phoenix. "No offense intended."

"Yet you always manage." Bob replied.

"I get it." Hangman continues. "You're conservative. But we're going on a highly dangerous mission son. No living pilot has ever seen anything like that. Not even him. It not time to be dwelling at the past."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Rooster asked.

"Don't tell me I'm the only one who knows that Maverick flew with his old man. And that he was in the plane when his old man-"

Before he could finish thw sentence, Rooster was on him. Upon seeing this everyone got up as well. Payback, Fanboy and Yale were holding Hangman back while Bob and Sparrow was hoping Rooster back.

"Hey Rooster that enough." Siad Bob.

"Im cool. I'm cool." Hangman said and walked out if the room.

"You're all dismissed." Sighed Maverick as everyone left. Everyone except Rooster and Maverick.

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A/N: this is a shorter chapter compared to tbw other ones. Thank you sooooooo much for liking my story. It means the world to me. Taglist and requests are open. Love ya!!!

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runnning-outof-time · 2 years

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Some Time Away | Modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: no - for @cillmequick ‘s 100 followers celebration

Pairing: Modern!Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary: (Y/N) manages to convince her partner to take the weekend off from work…the only kicker is that they can’t go anywhere because they’re currently in the midst of a global pandemic. But she still has some ideas in mind.

Warnings: language, smoking, drinking, sexual situations (interact accordingly!)

Word Count: 3183

A/N: congrats on 100 followers Alex (I hate that you’re shadowbanned atm…hopefully tumblr will fix it sooner rather than later!) I chose the prompt ‘placing their chin on the other’s shoulder’, and I had to make things a little spicy for you, of course. I hope that it isn’t cringey. Enjoy! :)

Let me know if you’d like to be tagged in stories similar to this one!

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"Have a nice weekend, Miss (Y/L/N)!" ... "Bye, Miss (Y/L/N)!" ... "Bye!" came the chorus of farewells from the students she'd been teaching through a screen for the past five hours. (Y/N) smiled widely at the children before she waved goodbye to all of them.

Virtual learning was still presenting its daily challenges, but (Y/N) was trying her best to make the most of it for her kiddos. Neither she nor them had asked to be put into this position, but they had to make it work for the time being.

Once the meeting was cleared of her students, (Y/N) ended the call and closed the Zoom application. She then exhaled a deep breath, something she did every day as a way to re-center herself after a school day. Regardless if it was in person or online, things always got a bit hectic. This was her way of making sure she didn't immediately start pulling her hair out.

She was greeted with a reminder to start grading the most recent assignment she'd assigned when she opened her eyes. After staring at it for a few moments, she decided to snooze it for now. It was the weekend after all...she didn't want to start it off with grading papers. Instead, she logged off of her computer and stood from the office chair. All she wanted to do now was see her partner.

As she exited her personal office, she gave herself a mental pat on the back for making the decision to have Tommy’s office right next to hers. Of course, she didn't envision that a global pandemic would strike just weeks after they'd finally moved in, but she was happy that she'd stayed steadfast on the choice because of it. Now she only had to take a few steps to see him.

(Y/N) (Y/L/N) and Tommy Shelby were getting rather serious with each other. She met him on a rare night out with some girlfriends, who ultimately pushed her into giving him her number. She was usually the hesitant type, but there was something about Tommy that almost instantly sucked her in. That, along with her girlfriends’ nudges, gave her the extra oomph to pursue him. Now, over a year and a half later, they had made the decision to move in together. They both relocated from their separate flats in the city to a tastefully sized home that was just a few miles from the bright lights. Given the current state of the world, they made the choice at just the right time.

She could hear him cursing the second she stepped out into the hallway. It sounded like he was going on about his computer again. Tommy was never good with technology, and now he had to rely on it. She took a deep breath as she grabbed onto the handle of his office door. It was unclear what she'd be walking into, and she wanted to be ready.

"Hey, T," she called to him, getting his attention as she stepped through the doorway, "everything alright in here?"

"Hey, love," he responded as his eyes moved from the computer in front of him to her figure. He smiled at the sight of her, but it was one that didn't quite reach his eyes. She could tell from it alone that he was tired. "Yeah...everything's fine," he answered her question then as his eyes shifted back to the computer screen.

"It didn't sound like it from out in the hall," she commented as she walked over to his desk. "It's a good thing these walls aren't thin...I don't think the eight year olds I'm teaching would appreciate hearing your colorful language," she added with a grin. Tommy only frowned in response to her joke, which made her sigh a little. She could tell from the lines on his forehead that he was stressed.

"'M sure they've heard it all from their parents," he brushed off her comment as he continued clicking away, "you'd be surprised at how foul mouthed people are nowadays," he added, his statement making (Y/N) chuckle as she came around to stand behind his chair.

"No mouth is as foul as yours, my love," she said in the most endearing tone possible as she leaned over slightly to rest her chin on his shoulder, her hands draping over his chest then. She glanced at the computer for a second before turning her head to the side so that she could press a kiss to the skin just in front of his ear. "You know I'm still not sure about this haircut yet..." she trailed off then as she stood up straight and brought her hands to the sides of his head. She ran her nails along the harshly shorn sides before carding her fingers through the longer strands of hair that sat on top of his head. "I mean...I know we can't go to the barber's at the moment, but I think you cropped it a little too thin this time," she added once she returned her chin to his shoulder and hooked her hands together atop his chest again.

"(Y/N)..." Tommy answered her in a warning tone, signalling to her that he wasn't in the mood for the teasing. She smiled anyway...sometimes it was fun getting under his skin. Silence fell between them as he clicked on a few more things. All was fine until an error message popped up on the screen. "This fucking thing..." he groaned, bringing his hands up to run them over his face as he tipped his head back against the chair's headrest.

"What're you trying to do?" (Y/N) asked him, squinting slightly as she tried to read the details of the message.

"Pol wants to do a Zoom call with me, John, and Arthur. Something about the recent acquisitions not fairing out to be as much as we thought they would, but I think I've gone and fucked everything up here," he explained to her, clicking on the screen a few more times only to be met with that warning ding the computer sends off when you're doing something that it won't allow. "Fucking hate technology," he muttered under his breath as he reached over to the side of his desk, as best he could with (Y/N)'s arms still around him, to grab his pack of cigarettes.

"Maybe this is the universe telling you that you should be done for the day," she commented on the situation he was now in as he went about lighting a cigarette, blowing the smoke away from her after he took a drag.

"It's four in the afternoon, (Y/N)..." he trailed off with a sigh as he placed the burning cigarette in the ashtray, "Pol's gonna have my head if I don't join the meeting."

"What if I text her and tell her you're having technical difficulties?" (Y/N) suggested, ready to grab her phone from her back pocket the second he told her to.

"You don't have to," Tommy brushed her offer off with a slight shake of his head, "I'll just have to hear about it from her later."

"What are you doing this weekend?" she asked him then as she stood straight once more. As much as she was loving breathing in the smell of the aftershave he'd used this morning, her back was screaming for some reprieve.

"Working," Tommy answered, leaning forward to balance his chin on the palm of his hand as he tried yet again to get himself out of the stalled website.

"On the weekend?" she asked him, a bit of surprise laced into her voice.

"Yes," he answered her, giving up on the computer problem so he could turn his chair to look at her properly for the first time since she'd entered the room, "business knows no days of the week."

"You own the company though, Tommy...you do have a say in what days you work or not," she pointed out, not dropping her argument just yet. "I was thinking that maybe you could take some time away from working this weekend...we could turn off our phones so that you and I could spend some uninterrupted time together," she pitched the idea that she'd come up with moments earlier, “and I know it’s not much…it’s not a private island or all-expenses included getaway, but it’ll be something, and right now, that’s what we need.”

"I've got some things that need to be sorted before our partners get involved," he told her, effectively shooting down her pitch without explicitly giving her a yes or no answer.

"You need some time away, T," she stressed to him, her last ditch effort to try and get him to agree. He then grumbled something about deadlines and the stress he was under from it, which made her sigh in defeat. "I'll be downstairs unwinding," she then told him as she began walking over to the door of the room, "I don't need to be dealing with anymore childishness after spending a whole day with children," she added before she opened the door and exited his office without letting him get another word in.

With a frown, she made her way downstairs and into the kitchen. She figured she'd start preparing what she wanted to eat for dinner, because it seemed unlikely that Tommy would be joining her with the way he was acting.

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After washing up from dinner, (Y/N) poured herself a glass of wine and made her way up to the master bedroom. Tommy was back in his office, after surprising her by coming down and having some of the chicken she’d made, so she decided that she’d go and sit out on the balcony that their room had.

She sat and sipped her wine, enjoying the evening breeze and sun as it shined down on her. Once her glass was finished, she decided to go into the ensuite so that she could get herself ready for bed. She washed her face, changed out of her clothes and into a silky slip that she preferred to sleep in, and put a robe l over her body. She then pulled her hair out of her face with a headband before deeming herself ready for bed.

As she exited the bathroom, she noticed that the sun was setting through the open balcony doors. So instead of getting into bed, she went back out onto the balcony. This time, she decided to lean against the railing as she watched the sun sink down behind the horizon. This would make a beautiful picture, she thought to herself as she stood up to go get her phone. She wasn’t able to even turn however, because the second she was standing, arms wrapped around her waist from behind.

“Tommy?” she gasped slightly from the suddenness of his touch, her hands dropping from the railing to rest on his forearms.

“Who else would it be?” he questioned in a cheeky tone as he rested his chin on her shoulder.

“Thought you’d still be in your office for another few hours,” she commented, instantly hating that she still sounded a bit bitter. What could she do though? All she wanted was to spend the weekend with her partner, but he was being difficult about it.

“Ouch, that one hurt, love,” he hissed dramatically at her words, “it hurt right…” he trailed off, unwinding one of his hands around her waist before he poked the place on her chest where her heart was, “here,” he added for extra effect.

“Stop it, Tommy,” she rolled her eyes at his dramatic nature, grabbing hold of his hand so that she could return it to its previous spot. She was quite enjoying the feeling of being wrapped up in his arms, and didn’t want it to leave just yet.

“You know I was thinking…” he trailed off again, nestling his face into the crook of her neck, “I was thinking over what you’d suggested…about taking the weekend off,” he continued, his voice now muffled slightly.

(Y/N) was still able to hear him clearly though, and what he was saying was making her excited. “Yeah? And?” she anxiously asked him to continue.

“And I thought that maybe I should take the next two days off,” he told her, almost making her want to squeal at the news. “I like the idea of having you to myself for a few days,” he added then, a grin evident in his voice as he pressed a kiss to the skin where her neck met her collarbone.

(Y/N) didn’t let him repeat his actions though. The second she heard what he had to say, she managed to spin around in his arms so that she was facing him. “You’re really considering doing it?” she asked him, her eyes shining with hope.

“I’m past considering it…it’s a done deal,” he corrected her, his grin growing as she looked at him excitedly.

“Oh that’s great, T,” she cheered as she reached up and clasped her hands together behind his neck. “I think I’ll lock your office tomorrow so that you can’t go back on your decision,” she said then, her statement making Tommy chuckle and shake his head before he leaned in and locked her into a slow kiss.

The feeling of his lips on hers just about took her breath away, and she was thankful that she decided to hook her arms around him, or else she’d ‘ve melted into a puddle upon contact. A year and a half later, and this man still made her go weak at the knees.

“You know…” Tommy mumbled against her lips in between the kisses they were sharing, “if I’m taking a weekend away from work, I’d like to start it off properly,” he said as his hands moved from the small of her back to where the knot was tied on her robe. He worked on undoing it without his lips leaving hers, and only pulled away once he knew that he’d gotten it loosened. He watched as her robe fell open, exposing the navy blue slip she’d chosen to wear to bed that night. He bit on his lip to conceal his groan as (Y/N) took the lead and shrugged the robe off of her shoulders.

“You have something in mind?” she asked him with a coy grin, hoping that her words came out as sultry as she intended them to.

“Fuck…of course I do,” he answered her, his hands dropping to the swell of her ass as he gathered some of the thin material between his fingers.

“Whatever it is, I’d like for it to not happen on the balcony though,” she told him with a slight giggle as she rested her hands on his shoulders. She then pressed on them gently, her nonverbal way of telling him to back up into the room.

He listened to her cue and took a few steps backwards with her still hooked in his grasp. “As you wish,” he told her, his lips brushing hers as he backed up to the bed so that he could sit down and bring her astride his lap.

She held herself steady and pulled away from him, smiling as he squeezed her hips. “Take this off,” she mumbled, a grin forming on her face as she grabbed hold of his t-shirt’s hem so that she could bring it up and over his head. She then tossed it off to the side before leaning down to match her lips with his again.

Amidst their shared open-mouth kisses, Tommy grabbed hold of (Y/N)’s waist and lifted her so that he could stand again. She shrieked at the sudden movement, but managed to hook her legs around his waist before he could turn them and drop her down onto the bed. Their conjoined nature made him come down on top of her, and he was quick to put his hands on either side of her head so that he wouldn’t press his weight on her completely. She, however, made sure that their hips stayed connected so that she could have some friction where she needed it most.

“Tommy,” she gasped when his lips left hers so that he could kiss a line down to her chest.

“Yes?” he asked her, glancing up at her through his eyelashes.

“Please,” she breathed, her hands tangling in the longer locks of his hair as she grinded her hips up against his again.

“Of course,” he answered, knowing exactly what she wanted. He wasn’t one to deny the most beautiful woman in the world, so he made sure he got right into it after hearing her silent pleads.

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Some time later, (Y/N) and Tommy were a mess of tangled limbs and panted breaths. They laid on top of their disheveled bed, with only the top sheet pulled over top of their bottom halves. (Y/N) had her head resting on Tommy’s chest, and Tommy was lazily drawing circles against her spine. “I think it’s safe to say that this weekend is off to a good start,” Tommy mumbled into her hair before pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“It most certainly is,” (Y/N) agreed with him as she moved her right hand down the side of his torso so that she could hold onto his hip.

She lifted her head from his chest then, her eyes meeting his as soon as she did. She always liked to look at them after they shared an intimate moment together. They’d slowly go from a darker blue to their normal, lighter color, like an ocean moving into the calm after a storm.

“Thank you for agreeing to this,” she said softly as she leaned in to press a languid kiss to his lips.

Tommy smiled against her lips and tightened his hold on her once she pulled away. “I think it’d be rather dumb of me not to,” he told her, his words making her smile as she rested her forehead against his.

He closed the gap between them again, pressing a slurry of short kisses to her lips before she pulled away completely to nestle her face into his neck. She made herself comfortable there as she curled up beside him, spending her time in silence thinking about what types of things they’d get up to in the next forty-eight hours. Somewhere between the meal planning and the possible movies they’d watch, she felt herself getting sleepy. So, she pressed one last kiss to the side of his neck before she closed her eyes and let sleep slip over her.

Tommy only smiled and tightened his grip around her as he felt her breathing even out. If this was a preview into what this weekend would look like, he’d have to take as much time away from work as possible in the future.

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lunathebee · 2 years

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Pairing: Marc Spector x florist!fem!reader (with hints of Steven Grant x florist!fem!reader)

Warning: fluff, swear words, ridiculously long and not 100% proofread, flustered Marc, cheeky reader, Steven teasing Marc.

A/n: writer's block is back and I haven't been doing so well in these heat, y'all it is so hot I can't even focus on doing what I love: which is writing (^～^;)ゞbut part 3 is FINALLY HERE, this is the final part

Summary: You slap Marc's butt, what's next?

Taglist: @eyelessfaces , @awkward-d3rs3-dr3amer , @spicydonut25

PART 1 PART 2

"OH MY-" Marc yelled and backed away so fast he even stumbled a little. 'What the fuck just happened? Steven, is Y/n usually like this? God...this woman' He talks to himself while Steven is too busy dying of laughter in the back, completely ignoring Marc's question.

Did you just slap his butt? Marc swears it was not an accident because he could feel it... hard.

"Huh.. so you're not Steven. Who are you?" His brother? Twin? You guys look alike." You're eyeing Marc from head to toes, waiting for an answer.

Y/n won't lie, this guy is kinda cute. She wondered why Steven has never mentioned the fact that he has a hot relative, but again, Y/n don't blame him; they're barely friends; Steven keeps Y/n's company while in return, she lets the British man borrow floriography books and give him some discount on the flowers.

"I'm Marc...Marc, Steven's...brother...twin, yea, kind of. " Marc waves his hand around to introduce himself. Wow, what an awkward impression, but can anyone blame him? He doesn't think a normal person can even talk right after experiencing that. And by a normal person, Marc means Steven, who is still giggling and saying "she's got you wrapped around her finger, mate, she totally does" to tease him.

"Marc huh…I'm Y/n, Steven must have told you about me, I bet he had. Now, Marc, what do you need in my flower shop? We make custom bouquets, gift cards and do delivery too" You said with hands on your hip, thinking that Steven must introduce his brother to a place to get fresh flowers.

When Marc takes more than 1 minute to respond, Y/n sigh and continue dotting on her precious flowers, she can't let Marc ruin her morning despite how hot and sexy and- nope, not a chance. Besides, this is normal right? Men buy flowers and get overwhelmed by the amount of choice they have, then after 15 minutes they just pick a rose to save budget. Oh men…

While Y/n continue fixing the flowers and daydreaming about how one day her prince charming will come, Marc is having a mental breakdown with Steven.

"Bloody hell go with the plan! This is your chance Marc! And can you please stop running your hand over your hair? You're ruining the curls on MY hair too >:("

"Ugh this is not the right time to talk about that gosh Steven....and I know! I know, I'm just....okay okay, I can do it, I got this, we got this, you better not do anything funny Steven"

"Not a chance mate, I swear on Alexander the Great"

"Ah well, I'm still thinking about what to buy, but do you need any help setting up the shop? I know.... quite a lot about these flowers too" Marc starts the conversation with you, hoping to break the ice.

Now, Y/n knows that she shouldn't judge the book by its cover, but Marc? He look like that and know about flowers? That's interesting, weird, funny, and... skeptical. 'please don't says roses are the language of love....' Y/n can't help but thinks.

"Yea sure we can chat about them, after you help me hang up that poster" You said, pointing at one big rolled up poster in the corner.

Marc wasted no time rushing to it, he glad you couldn't see his face for a moment because your gaze set him on fire.

Marc never noticed how beautiful your eyes are, or do you only show this gaze when you're interested in someone? Fuck, are you interested in him? God he-

"Oi, this poster is incorrect. It showcases winter flowers, but there is a summer flower in it? Marc this is it! The plan!" Steven's voice wakes Marc up from his thoughts. He hadn't realized he had unrolled the poster and was now holding it apart.

'What is he even doing?...' Y/n observe Marc as he stands motionless at the corner, staring at the poster as if he is stuck there. "Hello? Earth to Marc? Are you going to hang up the poster?"

Marc snapped his head back after hearing your voice. He figured out that his conversation with Steven must have taken way longer than he expected, hence why your face looks like that.

"Yes yes, I...umm, I just want to say this poster is wrong by the way. It showcases different types of flowers such as Daffodils, Winterberry, and Winter Jasmine, which are all winter flowers, but in this spot here, it has lavender, which is a summer flower." Marc speaks (more like repeats) what Steven has told him in a confident voice.

Steven is right, your face and eyes truly light up while hearing everything. He has successfully impressed you with the plan Steven made up.

"Umm...wow, you're... you're right, there is a- wOW, now I know why Steven borrowed so many floriography books. He really wanted to be like you, isn't he?" Y/n said while smiling at Marc, enjoying how his whole face redden.

While Marc is too busy thinking of something to say back while being embarrassed by your praise, he hadn't noticed you had pulled out your phone and gestured it toward him, saying you wanted his number saved on your phone.

"Oh- me?"

"Yea you Marc, I like you and I want to be friends. What's wrong with that? Or...you don't want to...?" Your voice faded out near the end, full of hesitation.

Marc explains he is just flustered and quickly take the cellphone from your hand, his fingers working fast, typing down each numbers. He was scared that he would messed up some part, but Steven reassured him after both of them checking three times.

"Here you go, that's my number" Marc couldn't hide his excitement when he gave the phone back, he was so happy that everything was going so smoothly. That was until you asked for Marc's cellphone, unknowingly starting the argument between him and Steven.

"You kiddin me right? You don't bring the phone???"

"I forgot about it! Stop yelling at me Steven"

"I can't believe you- How could you- man..."

The disappointment in Marc's eyes and his long sigh of disappointment gave away the fact that he hadn't brought his cellphone with him today. But that's okay, because you have already written down your phone number on a piece of paper and put it in his hand.

You guys chat for a bit more until a customer comes into your shop and asks to buy some flowers.

When Marc finally turns his back to leave the shop, he looks back one last time to see you and to his surprise, you are looking at him too. But this time you break the eye contact first, avoiding his gaze while blushing; and if that didn't put a smile on Marc's face, who knows what will?

#marvel moon knight #moon knight x reader #moon knight imagine #moon knight fluff #marc spector x you #marc spector x reader #marc spector x y/n #steven grant x y/n #steven grant x reader #jake lockley #moonkight #marc spector #steven grant #oscar isaac

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Omg Enyo is so adorably mischievous 😭😭😭

I love his dynamic honestly. So childish but so dangerous. It's charming.

Okay I don't know If you do ro reaction asks but please indulge me if you can. 👀

If MC fell asleep on the ROs shoulder while they were busy talking how would they wake them up? In the crushing stage and in the relationship phase.

Hello! I always welcome reaction/scenario asks! They're so fun to do and I wish I actually got more lmao! Also, love that you love Enyo! They're so fun!

Anyways, I did write something similar to this before, so sorry if I end up repeating things!

Thanks for sending it in!

The ROs Reacting to MC Falling Asleep on Their Shoulder (crushing vs relationship)

Alceste (crushing) - Alceste loves this kind of stuff. He'll 100% let you sleep on his shoulder. He really doesn't mind. Definitely has a lil blush though, if you wake up fast enough or on your own. Otherwise, he'll wake you up in about an hour out of concern for your neck. He's nice about, just nudging you awake.

Alceste (relationship) - Pretty much the same as crushing, but he'll move you to lay on top of him pretty fast. He finds it to be more comfortable for the both of you and you're in luck! He's really comfortable to cuddle! Don't be surprised if you wake up laying on his chest and see that he's also taking a lil nap! You might have to wake him up and not the other way around.

Larisilla (crushing) - If you opened up Google and went "Google, show me how to make Larisilla shut up immediately?", this is your answer. She has no idea how to respond. Dare I say, you've rendered her dumbstruck? Her next actions will all depend on if you're alone or not.

If you are alone (so just the two of you), she'll let you stay where you are. She'll probably be a little stiff since she Won't Move, terrified of waking you, but she won't complain and if she does, she blames it on training. Even if you haven't seen her train in like 3 days...

If you aren't alone, I'm sorry to say, she's waking you up. Now, normally, she would shove you off of her, so it does mean Something when she just shakes you awake and tells you to go sleep somewhere else. Also, ignore the blush on her face. She's not blushing! It's just hot in here!

Larisilla (relationship) - In a relationship, Larisilla is 100x times nicer. She'll let you sleep on her shoulder for as long as you want. If you guys have space (i.e on a couch) and she's in the right mood, she'll even stretch out and let you lay on her. Might even sneak in a lil forehead kiss while you're asleep. Will be very aggressive to people who are loud and might wake you up (it's just Enyo). She wants her favorite royal to get some nice naps in!

Dionys (crushing) - Dionys would silently freak out. Not because he doesn't like you, but because he likes you A Lot. He shifts around and fidgets quite a bit, so you'll probably end up waking up within the hour and he'll feel bad. If you don't wake up from him moving around almost constantly, he'll let you rest your head on his shoulder for a bit before waking you up nicely and telling you to find somewhere better to sleep. The whole time, though, he's stiff as a statue.

Dionys (relationship) - I'm going to assume by now you'd have gotten used to his fidgeting, so you won't wake up if he moves. He, too, is used to falling asleep at random times. Might move so you can lay on his chest or in a different cuddling position. Won't stop his work and doesn't really mind at this point. Like in the crushing stage, he will wake you up in about an hour so your neck won't get sore.

Somnia (crushing) - Somnia is so thrilled and overjoyed. She loves cuddling! Will shift around to help you get comfortable. She keeps a healer's schedule, so there's a pretty high chance she'll also take a lil nap. If she doesn't, she'll wake you up in a bit to give you something for the developing crick in your next or she'll just move you to the best position for sleeping without getting a crook in your neck.

Somnia (relationship) - You're in luck because Somnia is the best cuddler of the group. She's soft and warm, so laying on her is the best. Will definitely fall asleep on you too and just make a cuddle pile. Otherwise, very similar to her crushing stage, just with more cuddles and kisses!

Enyo (crushing) - Remember how I said Enyo would draw on your face if you fell asleep? Yeah, they're doing that still. Enyo really doesn't mind. Still super happy and overjoyed at the fact that you're willing to sleep on their shoulders. Watch out for hidden blades though. They won't wake you up on their own and will just hope you have somewhere to go soon. If you do rest your head on them for too long, they Will nudge you off of them.

Enyo (relationship) - Still wants to draw on your face, but will restrain themselves so you won't get upset. Will move you to be more comfortable (laying on their chest). They're super boney, though, and it's pretty uncomfortable. They most likely won't wake you up, so that's more of a you problem to get up so your neck won't hurt. Will place their freezing cold hands on your bare back and laugh as you jump and get startled by their ice cold hands.

#under the eyes of themis #eyes of themis #uteot #asks #ros react #romance options #if: alceste #if: alceste emeraude #if: enyo #if: enyo perle #if: larisilla cornaline #if: larisilla #if: somnia disthene #if: dionys topaze #if: somnia #if: dionys

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Wedding reception, Jadon Sancho Imagine

Wedding reception , Jadon Sancho

I was getting ready for my sister’s wedding anniversary party. We were lucky to have the weather in our favor : we had to be careful with the weather, even in July.

I opted for a long dress and wedge espadrilles, that suited the bohemian theme and I thought it would suit the occasion.

I was really looking forward to the party since it was one of the rare occasions for me to do such familiar events and even more special because Jadon will accompany me. It was before the start of the season so he was staying with me in my country and took him in my luggages as I joked back at the airport.

“ Oh my days you look amazing baby !” I heard him saying while coming into the bathroom.

“ Give me a twirl” He shot his hand at me to take it and did what he wanted, with him making me turn and we somehow ended up chest to chest. I looked up to him and for once, our height difference wasn't that bad because of the heels I've been wearing.

“ Don’t distract me love”

“ I’m not doing anything ! “ He said, mimicking surrender with his hands but they quickly found their way back around my body.

“ Stop looping at me like that !”

“ Can’t help it, you’re so beautiful” I blushed, still not getting used to his compliments, even after months and months of dating.

“Don’t you dare !” I warned him as I saw him try to play with the straps of my dress, which made him laugh, playful as he always is.

We managed to get ready and came to my sister’s house a little bit late because I had to change shoes in order to drive, and because, let’s be honest, we are always late. Jadon wanted to drive but I took the rare opportunity to do it, since I wasn’t driving much in Manchester, because of the driving side. I wasn’t still used to it, and it made loads of funny moments with Jadon, who was waiting for me next to the car, surprised at me going the wrong way.

He placed his hand on my thigh, and I tried my best not to be distracted but he seemed to understand and did not move it, but let it there the entire ride. It was so reassuring,to sense his presence.

Once we got there, he was quick to open my door, and held my hand in the path, which was not ideal to walk in with such heels.

“ Your entire family will be there ?”

“ Yes.”

I saw him gulp, a clear sign of apprehension coming from him.

“ Baby, you met them already !”

“ I know but”

“ No buts ! I’ve met your family way more than you with mine and I'm still alive !”

“ Of course they love you !”

“ And mine loves you too ! “

“ Your grandma not so much….”

“ It’s because of the tattoos, she’s not fond of them. But I do, so don”t think about it ! And she loves you silly.”

As I was talking, my hand that was not gripped to his , came to stop him going further.

“ They all love you because you love me, and I you, alright ?”

He nodded and I kissed him. He cupped my cheeks to deepen the kiss.

It could have been more heated but I held down, so close to my family. He saw my flustered face.

“ That’s the effect I have on you !” He joked

“ 100% true. Have you seen yourself ?”

He was the most handsome man alive, I swear. Even with joggers, or especially with joggers, he was handsome. But here, with a linen shirt and jeans, he was to die for.

I had to restrain myself and not spend the night staring and kissing him, but we were interrupted by the sound of giggles and my name being called.

We both turned around to see my niece and nephew running in our directions. I squatted down to hold them in my arms. They were the people I loved most, alongside Jadon of course. Jadon , who was watching the scene, had a huge smile plastered on his face looking at her girlfriend kissing and holding tight her niece and nephew. Suddenly he felt broody and couldn’t help himself picture their future together surrounded by their kids.

I got up, held the kids by the hands and look at Jadon

“ What ?”

“ Nothing” I wasn’t convinced but couldn’t respond with the kids leading us to my sister, who was greeting the guests.

We went to say hi to everyone I knew. I didn’t let go of Jadon’s hand even when I was being hugged by my family. I knew how it felt to be the “stranger” in the room, the only one who didn’t speak the language fluently, so I did my best to keep him close to me the entire evening.

My aunt asked us for a photo. Jadon took one step aside but my aunt and I were quick to grab him back.

“ Since when you don’t want to take a picture ?”

“ I thought it would be you only.”

“ Silly you’re part of the family.”

It was so cute to see his flustered cheeks in the picture.

“ Now you two” said my aunt in my language, which Jadon didn’t entirely understand.

“ She wants to take us two.”

“ Oh, sure.”

He grabbed me by the waist to hold me closer. I briefly looked at him to see his joyful smile, placed a peck on his lips before looking at the camera.

When I received the pictures, we were surprised to see she took pictures of us looking at each other and kissing. The pictures were so beautiful, and reflected the love we shared.

“ I love them.” I said

“ And I love you.”

“ I love you.” I responded. And everytime we said those three words, it was the same : so magical.

It seemed like the moment was well chosen to declare our love because some slow music was being played. First for my sister and her husband, and then for everyone who wanted to dance.

I knew he will take me on the dancefloor, but I melted seeing him switching position so he could look at me in the eye before casually saying

“ Would you like to dance princess ?”

I happily nodded as he led me to where other couples were dancing, such as my parents or other family members. We went outside and started to dance, or more slow dance, our bodies getting along with the slow melody.

It felt so nice, being here, surrounded by the people I love, and with my favorite person in the world.

“ I’m glad I came. “

“ See ! I told you !”

“ I was just a little bit nervous. But I really looked forward to come.”

“ And I’m so happy you could be there with me. It’s so nice to see you with my family.”

“ Now I understand how hard it could be for you, being around “foreigners” and speaking another language all the time. I’m so thankful and proud of you.”

I was not prepared for such a declaration from him, and I smiled.

He didn’t give me the time to respond and made me twirl, so my back was pressed against his chest.

“ You look so stunning I swear my heart missed a beat.”

“ Well that’s the effect you do to me everyday.”

He laughed, like a sweet melody right in his ears.

“ Well, same here baby. You don’t know how crazy I am about you.”

I switched positions to face him again, and we continued to dance slowly. I saw my mom looking at us and shot me a wink, all smiles.

And we suddenly were interrupted by two pairs of hands taping against us.

We looked down to see my niece and nephew.

“ Hey babies ! Do you wanna dance?” I asked in my language, and I was right asking this. That’s what they came after all.

“ They want to dance with us.” I translated to him, because I saw his questioning look.

I grabbed my nephew’s hands to take him in my arms, and began to make him twirl, his laugh resonating in the dancefloor. And with the other hand I took my niece’s to dance with them two. It was not easy but we had a good time.. Jadon stood aside, and I felt sorry for a second but he looked at me as a way to say “ Continue, don’t mind me.”

The next dance came and it was a rocky one, which we danced well and had a lot of fun. We could have done a lot more, but we were exhausted with our moves. They came with their parents’ table to drink, meanwhile Jadon and I returned to our seats.

I saw his look.

“ What ?”

“ What what ?”

“ Why are you looking at me like that ? Am I all sweaty for my dance ?”

“ No, he said, smiling. It’s just seeing you with the little ones.”

“ And ?”

“ You beamed. And it’s freaking hot and cute.”

“ Oh, is my baby being all broody?” I asked in a playful tone.

“ Don’t you ?”

“ It happens….. a lot”

He laughed and held my hand under the table.

“ Just imagine us with a mini-you and a mini-me.”

“ Our family.”

And here I was again, dreaming once more about us surrounded by our kids.

We were smiling like two idiots, and let’s be honest like two lovesick puppies.

It was like the moment was so right, because champagne was served.

“ To love, to family!” I said.

“ To us” Jadon said, looking straight into my eyes.

And we kissed, after toasting to our future, but because we were smiling, it was a bit messy.

“ I love you angel” he said, against my lips.

I pecked his lips before saying “ I love you too baby.”

#jadon sancho blurb #jadon sancho imagine #jadon sancho #jadon sancho fluff #jadon sancho x reader

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