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norrizzandpia · 4 months

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Hiiii, could you do something with lando wanting to be protective of reader like her being afraid of something happening and him hugging her tightly to make sure she is safe w him 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

I need this man so bad and this just fueled that

Safe With Me, Love (LN4)

Summary: When a man at a club makes Y/n uncomfortable, touching her, grabbing her, Lando’s the first to stop it.

Warnings: attempted sexual assault, lando almost getting into a fight, verbal abuse, language, lando gets super angry, but major fluff at the end and all is well

Note: i am in no way trying to glorify sexual assault with this at all. What happens to a multitude of women around the world and incredibly disgusting, my heart goes out to all the victims of any kind of sexual assault.

There’s a loud boom from the speakers as Lando and Y/n sidle up next to each other in the dimly lit booth Max had secured for the night. Shot glasses and other drinks are scattered across the surface of the table, the majority of the liquid having been consumed by their friends who had tagged along. Max F and Pietra dance together on the floor while Oscar and Max V are left to grimace at the touchy exchanges between the couple left in their seats.

A dangerous hand high up on Y/n’s thigh has Max V gagging into Oscar’s shoulder, “When do you guys stop?”

Lando’s hazy eyes give him a quick glance before retreating back to his beautiful Y/n, “I don’t stop. She tries to make me, but let’s be honest, I never will.”

Oscar rolls his eyes and Max V throws back the rest of his drink. The two men get up and flee the area in a panic when Lando starts kissing her neck softly, knowing the boy is quite affectionate when he drinks. Y/n is a bit farther than her boyfriend on the drunk spectrum, making her more prone to accepting his PDA-filled advances. She snickers into his ear when his tongue lightly traces her skin and her hands dance in his hair when he whispers how much he loves her.

Y/n and Lando could not be more clingy when they’ve consumed alcohol. Everybody knows this. From the fans and media to their families, the couple has had multiple drunken exchanges where they were more than comfortable sharing how much their physical connection was just as strong as their emotional one.

“Have I ever told you how pretty you are?” Lando says as he pulls back, eyes roaming her face as his breathing turns shallow as if he’s completely taken aback by her beauty.

Y/n blushes, “Lan, if I had got a penny for every time you told me I was pretty, we would be billionaires just off that money, not even with your racing income. Pennies.”

Lando smiles at her as his head lulls to the side. Her back rests against the cushions of the booth while his is turned to the rest of the crowd, his entire front facing her with his hands on her hips, “Good. You should be told how pretty you are every second of every day.”

Her hand lays across his bicep as they look helplessly at each other, drunken smiles and breaths hitting the other’s face from the close proximity. In the midst of the deafening music, their moment is quiet and it reaffirms Lando in his idea that every day he would fall in love with his girl all over again.

His eyes are overwhelming and his look of love makes Y/n want to giggle and squeal, she needs a moment to herself. Lando’s face falls slightly when she mentions needing to go to the bathroom, “Let me go with you.”

Y/n stands from the booth and shakes her head at him with a light grin, “No, baby. I’ll be fine. I’ll be back in five minutes tops.”

He’s persistent, his hand clutching hers still, “No, Y/n. Stay.”

Puppy dog eyes and a pouted lip threaten Y/n’s plan to calm down from Lando’s eyes, but she perseveres.

“You wanna know the truth?” She pops her hip out and stares down at him, his body warming at her sassy position.

He nods, “Always.”

She leans down to his ear and whispers, out of slight embarrassment and the fact that she doesn’t want him to genuinely see the effect he has on her, “You’re making me all flustered and I need to regain my composure.”

When she pulls back, Lando’s mouth has fallen open slightly in a smile with his teeth sticking out a little bit from his top lip, “Oh, well… Then, go right ahead.”

She nods at him before he loosens his grip and she disappears into the crowd. His eyes try to stay on her frame, wanting to make sure she gets to the bathroom, but clubs are always packed and the moment her hand leaves his, his sight of her is lost.

He tries to ignore the sinking feeling in his stomach.

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Throwing away the used paper towel, Y/n exits the bathroom and is immediately slammed into a hard chest. She reels back, discreetly checking the stranger’s shirt for any makeup stains. When she finds none, she lets her natural kind demeanor shine through.

“Oh, I’m sorry about that. I didn’t see where I was going.” She gives, the man staring down at her in a way that puts her off.

He doesn’t say anything, just looks at her, but when she tries to move past him, his arm comes to hold her bicep.

“What’s your name?” He asks. Alarms sound off in her brain at his tightening grip, panic settling into her skin and suffocating her. He’s not much taller than her, maybe 5’6, if that. Though, with her short stature, he still intimidates her with the way he slightly towers over her. Lando would tower over him, she tries to tell herself.

Where’s Lando? Get to Lando.

His fingers on her arm don’t allow for that, however.

A smirk finds its way onto his grimy face as he repeats, “I asked you what your name was, sweetheart.”

Her eyes avert to the floor, “Uh, Y/n.”

Immediately, she knows she’s made a grave mistake. She’s not stupid, just completely lost at the way fear has enveloped her body. She knows she should never give out her name to strangers that grab her without her consent, she just is completely gone to the racing thoughts in her head.

“What a pretty name,” He speaks, grip relentless, “What’s a beautiful girl like yourself doing here alone?”

“I’m not alone. I’m here with my boyfriend and his friends.” She smiles, hoping that the mention of her boyfriend will scare him off.

Happy endings aren’t always guaranteed, though.

The man moves closer, his breath down her face, “Aw, how cute. Who’s your boyfriend?”

In a leap of faith at the power of Lando’s name, Y/n murmurs, “Lando Norris.”

The man keels over with laughter, his grip staying put on her arm however, “Oh, love, how sweet. Are you one of those fan girls that think they have a chance? Lando Norris would never go for someone like you. No offense.”

Offense taken, bitch, she thinks.

Trying to defuse the situation, Y/n lightly pulls at her arm, “None taken. If you can let me go, that’s be great.”

Suddenly, his hand has maneuvered her against the wall, his face right next to her neck as he breaths her in. Turmoil floods Y/n when his other hand comes to trace up and down her thigh, trying to hike it up to his waist but failing when she clamps her legs together.

He whispers in her ear, “Don’t be a bitch. Everyone at this club would take one look at you and know you’re an easy slut. Let me get a taste of what everyone already has.”

Her eyes drown in tears as she tries to seek out help as they rest right outside the bathrooms. However, as ironic as it is, the usual busy bathrooms are ghost towns in the moment a man tries to sexually assault her.

He finally gets her thigh to wind around his waist when his strength overpowers her body and Y/n is taken back to the moments when Lando would manhandle her in bed. What she used to think was the biggest turn on has now turned into something horrifying and painful.

“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?!” There’s shouting from the end of the hallway and the man invading her space moves off her in an instant. Her face whips around to meet Lando’s fiery one, his body stalking toward the man as Max V, Max F, and Oscar follow in tow. All four men are looking enraged, faces burning red at the scene they had just witness whilst Pietra turns around and bolts toward the front of the club. In her loud mind, Y/n knows it’s because Pietra is going to get security.

Lando reaches the man, grabbing the collar of his shirt and shoving him against the opposite wall. He screams in his face, “DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH MY GIRLFRIEND LIKE THAT. WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?” He spits in the man’s face, “YOU’RE FUCKING DISGUSTING.”

Three burly men return with a distraught Pietra, pulling Lando off the strange man and immediately removing the man from the premises.

With the absence of him, Lando is quick to pull Y/n into his arms, feeling her melt into him. Nobody says anything as he holds her tightly, turning her away from the group so his back faces them and she can cry into his chest lightly with some kind of privacy. His hands clamp down around her body while she grips his shirt. There’s whispers of reassurance and love as he tries to soothe her nerves.

“Get me out of here,” She chokes out, letting her hands drift under his shirt to feel the warmth of his bare skin.

Lando nods as he kisses her temple, “Of course, my love.”

He leads her through the overstimulating crowd and out of the club where the man has been handcuffed and shoved into the backseat of a cop car. An officer approaches her as she’s curled into Lando’s body, asking her for a statement, but, with Lando’s credibility and fame, he speaks softly with the man and asks if he can get her statement another time.

“I think she just needs to go home right now.” He says as Y/n stays hidden in his chest.

Her cowering and shaking strikes a cord in the older man’s heart, “Yes, of course. That’s completely fine. Can I get your number so I can call later tomorrow? Does that work?”

Lando nods, “Yes, that’s perfect,” He lists off his number, the officer taking it down in his notebook. When the last number is drawn, he wishes the couple a calm night and retreats back to his partner.

Y/n tries to hang on to Lando as he tries to pawn her off into the passenger seat of his car. When her hands won’t unclasp from his waist, he leans down and meets her eyes.

His hand lightly rubs her knee, almost hesitant in not wanting to scare her anymore. He looks up at her before softly speaking, “I’m not going to leave you. I promise you that. After that, I will never let you out of my sight ever again. We’re just getting in the car to go home, baby. That’s it. I’ll be right next to you the rest of the night.”

She nods, looking down at her hands in the silence while Lando closes the door and jogs to the other side of the car, getting in.

The car ride back is quiet as Lando lets his hand roam over her thigh. Even though it’s a call back to what the man had done to her in that secluded corner of the club, she doesn’t feel fear or uncomfortable. All she feels is love and security as his fingers lightly trace over the moles and bumps of her leg. Lando’s hands, all of Lando, will never not be a safety net for her, she knows that.

Nothing could make her afraid of him.

He’s delicate with her as they walk to his apartment, an arm tightly around her waist as they wait in the elevator. When they reach his door, he sets her in front of him, between him and the door, as he unlocks it. When it opens, she walks in first and goes straight to the softness of his bed. She falls onto it, letting out a small groan at the comfort, before he catches up with her, his body looming over hers and smiling.

Her mascara must be running down her cheeks and her eyeliner must be smudged across the entirety of her face yet Lando’s face shows what it always does: the love he has for her beauty. Even in her worst moment, he thinks she is the most beautiful thing he has ever laid his eyes on.

“Can I get you out of your clothes? Unzip your dress and take it off along with your heels?” He’s clear and precise with his questions, not wanting to throw her a curveball or something that gets misunderstood.

She nods with a small smile, but Lando stays still, “I need words, pretty girl.”

She blushes in the midst of it all, “Yes, Lan, you can.”

“Perfect” He states before letting his hand gently coax her to sitting position, gliding down her back as her zipper trails with it. When his hands shimmy her dress down her legs, he throws it across the floor, moving to her feet next. He kisses her ankles softly as his fingers work slowly to unbuckle the shoes. When he gets them off, his girlfriend left in a bra and underwear, he moves to the dresser a few feet away. She sits there, exposed, and, while she feels as though she should be on complete alert or scared, she feels at peace. She watches as Lando rummages through his drawer, seeking out his pajamas for her, and she feels nothing but protected and completely loved, accepted by the man before her.

When he returns, her favorite hoodie and sweatpants of his in hand, he helps her into them. When she’s cozy and dressed, he changes into his pajamas in front of her, almost as if he’s trying to put himself at the same level as her. She had undressed in front of him, he undressed in front of her. He didn’t want her to feel as though there was some sort of power dynamic going on, no matter how far that was from the truth of what she was genuinely feeling.

When they’re both comfortable, he leads her into the bathroom and sits her on the counter, his body between her legs before he wipes her makeup off and does her skincare for her. If she wasn’t so emotionally exhausted from the night, she would’ve showered him in praise and a bit of teasing for knowing her routine perfectly, with each step being very clearly memorized. But, this wasn’t an ordinary moment, so she kept quiet as he took care of her. They brushed their teeth together, Lando’s hand keeping its place on her hip in a simple reminder that he was there no matter what.

And when they reached his bed once more, falling under the sheets and heaps of pillows and blankets, Lando brought her into him once more. Her head snuggled into the crook of his neck and his hands trailing up and down her back, he whispered soft words in her ear.

“I love you.”

“I’m so proud of you.”

“There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”

“You are my entire life.”

“I will always be there to protect you.”

His words seep into her skin just like anxiety had hours before during one of the worst moments of her life. Though, this time, instead of worrying what would happen happen next or who would come to save her, all she could think of was the soothing hands on her back and the calming words of the man she would never stop loving.

Lando was it for her, if she hadn’t known that before, she knew it now. As he continued to hold her, never once letting her go throughout the entire night, she found solace within him.

And when morning came, the dreaded phone call from the officer who sought out her statement, Lando sat next to her with his hand in hers and his unwavering support shining through.

There genuinely wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for her.

He’d bury a body for her, kill for her.

Preferably, if she allowed him, kill the man who had touched her without consent.

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mykoreanlove · 4 months

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whispers of love

Felix was snuggled in bed with you, hugging you from behind. The smell of his favorite brownies still lingered on him, almost as sweet as his kisses on you. You squirmed in his embrace as his lips tickled the sensitive skin on your neck. “Lixie, stop that”, you laughed warmly. “Hell no”, he retorted and kissed you some more. The sensations were too much to bear, so you wriggled yourself out of his embrace and turned to face him directly.

“Hi”, he said and placed a kiss on the top of your nose. A warmth you had never felt before spread through your whole body. You relaxed, smiled some more and looked at him. This was your first time being with someone who saw all of you and decided to stay. Being with Felix made your heart flutter in the best ways and that was something you were grateful for every single day.

“You look so beautiful right now, baby cakes.” He gazed at you with a mixture of longing and infatuation. Felix grabbed your hand and positioned it to his lips, placing a chest kiss on your knuckles. “There is something I want to say to you, y/n. Actually, I already said it a lot of times, but you were always asleep, so now’s the moment.” He paused for a second, carefully selecting his next words.

“I love you.”

Butterflies were joined by all other animals as well, turning your stomach into a zoo. Your heart raced. Your brain thought a thousand thoughts per second. Your throat was dry.

“Love? You love me?”

Felix chuckled; he had already anticipated that reaction. No matter how much he tried and showed his love for you, you still had trouble accepting it. “Yes, love. I love you.”

“But” your brain instantly presented a myriad of reasons as to why he shouldn’t do that. “But, how? I am just a normal person.”

For a split second you noticed him scrunch his face. He hated it when you talked down on yourself. He hated it when you thought less of yourself because of the dumbest reasons. He hated it when you hated yourself. By now he understood though, that arguing against you was fruitless – this was a journey you had to go on by yourself. Felix chose to stand by your side and hold your hand though.

“Don’t care. I love you.”

“But I’m not in the best shape right now.” He placed another kiss on your knuckles. “I love you.”

“Felix, what do you mean? I am a mess. I have anxiety every other day.” He squeezed your hand. “I still love you.”

You turned on your back and thought about all this while he was still holding your hand. How could he love me when I’m not perfect?

You thought hard, you had to present him with all the facts, so he could make a rational decision. Eagerly, you turned around again.

“Lix, I have health struggles.”

“Don’t care. I love you.”

“But I always assume the worst and get anxious.”

“I love you regardless.”

“But I.. I have debt I need to pay off!”

“Fine by me. I love you.”

Your brain fought hard. Surely, there had to be a reason that would scare him off.

“I got scammed once because I trusted those assholes blindly.”

“I love you.”

“I was bullied when I was younger. I was never a cool kid!”

“I love you.”

“It’s hard for me to control my emotions and I get overwhelmed a lot.”

“Still love you.”

“I got rejected a million of times – I’m really not the one you fall in love with.

Felix took a deep breath, trying to remain calm for the both of you.

“I love you, y/n.”

“But” – he interrupted you this time.

“I love you. You can think of every reason, you could invent any reason – I don’t care. I. LOVE. YOU. All of you. The good, the bad, the ugly. I love you.”

He stopped talking for a second and gave you time to process all of this. The confusion on your face was evident, which irked him but he was sure that someday you’d be able to love yourself like he did.

You took a good look at him – everything he said sounded so sincere. The look on his face was truthful and loving.

“Are you sure?”, you mumbled silently. Felix laughed out happily. “Yes, y/n. I am sure. I love you. I loved you yesterday and I will love you tomorrow. Now turn around and let me cuddle you, so we can fall asleep. Okay?”

Happiness and astonishment were dominant within you right now but you did what he said. You turned around and felt his strong arms around you again, comforting you like they always did. You closed your eyes and took a calming breath, you really needed to sleep. Felix’ lips brushed your ear once more and you fell asleep to him whispering his love for you.

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judessangel · 2 months

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hiii i love your writing!!! can you write something about yn telling jude she’s pregnant but they arent together (it was like a one night stand) and they haven’t been on speaking terms for a while

only one night

jude bellingham x f!reader

a/n: thank you for the request anon!! i hope you liked it, i didn't know how else to end it soo it ended with fluff. im also not going to school today or maybe even tomorrow beacuse im sick as hell and i had a test today, soo i can write moree😊 i kinda don't like this but ok😞

summary: the request😵‍💫

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y/n couldn't believe what was happening to her. she never thought that a one night stand could lead to this — she was pregnant with his baby. how did she know she was pregnant?

it had been a few weeks since their hook up and y/n hadn't been able to get in touch with him. she had been feeling sick and craving some strange food combinations, and her friends had started to notice. they were worried about her, wondering if she had some kind of food poisoning, beacuse nobody craves pickles and nutella with sprinkles.

how did she know its judes? well, jude was her first hook up after she broke up with her ex a few months ago. plus jude didn't use protection. why? he said theres no way she could get pregnant, and said he would need a bigger condom since they didn't make one for his size. obviously, they were both drunk. (and he was right.)

after several pregnancy tests, all showing positive results, she finally accepted the fact that she was carrying judes child. she had no idea how to get in touch with him, since their hook up ended awkwardly — him leaving in the morning without a message. but she knew she had to tell him somehow.

y/n spent days trying to figure out the best way to contact jude. she finally decided to text him, hoping he would respond. she could feel her heart beating fast as she typed out a simple 'hey'.

to her relief, jude responded quickly with a 'hi?' and a question mark. y/n mustered up the courage to tell him that she wanted to meet him at her house later that day. she nervously waited for his response, but he left her on seen.

'later that day' came. jude knocked on her door and y/n opened it with trembling hands. they both were unsure of what to say, but jude mustered up the courage to say hello and enter her house.

as they both sat down on the couch, y/n took a deep breath and told him the truth. jude's jaw dropped in shock and he stuttered, unable to believe what he was hearing.

y/n explained everything to him - how he was her first hook up since her long-term boyfriend, how he didn't use protection, and how she had taken 3 positive pregnancy tests. jude was speechless and didn't know how to respond.

in a mix of anger and frustration, jude exclaimed "what do you want me to do?i don't know what to say or do!"

y/n looked at him with a stressful face and replied, "i don't know either jude. keep it? I guess. i don't know.."

jude anger subsided as he realized the gravity of the situation. he looked at her and nodded, "okay.... okay, we'll.. keep it. but what about us?'

y/n didn't know the answer to that question. she didn't know what would happen to their relationship, or if they even had one. but they both knew that they had to work things out for the sake of their child.

the two sat in silence for a few moments, both lost in their own thoughts. y/n knew that this was a lot to take in for both of them.

y/n looked at him with a mix of emotions - gratitude, relief, and a hint of hope.

"listen...y/n i want you to know that im not mad you, but my self. if you're ready, im ready okay? this is.. our baby.. and we'll have to take care of it." he said, his voice soft and comforting,

"i know we haven't been talking since that night, but i promise to be there for you and the baby now." he uttered, his leg bouncing up and down.

she couldn't hold back the tears any longer. she had been scared and lost, but now she felt a glimmer of hope for the future. he hugged her tightly, and she hugged him back in return.

'"im sorry y/n. i should have been more careful. i never wanted to hurt you." jude said, pulling away from the hug and brushing her tears away

"t's okay jude. we both made mistakes. but, we'll make it work together somehow." y/n chuckled, feeling a sense of warmth and comfort in judes embrace.

the two sat there for a while longer, talking about their future plans and how they would handle this unexpected pregnancy. jude promised to be there for every doctor's appointment, to help with anything she needed, and to be the best father he could be.

as they sat there, y/n couldn't help but feel grateful for this one night stand that led to something much more meaningful.

she knew it wouldn't be easy, but she also knew that they would have to make it work. and as jude placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, she knew that they were in this together.

and as they talked and laughed, discussing baby names and nursery ideas, y/n couldn't help but feel hopeful for the future. they may have had a hook up that was supposed to be only for one night, but now they were having a new unexpected start,

a baby!

#football #jb5 #jude #jude bellingham #bellingham #la liga #real madrid #soccer #england #jobe bellingham #jude bellingham x you #jude bellingham x reader #jobe

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loveemagicpeace · 1 year

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🪽Sunday Thoughts🪽

❤️Mars sign is how you act and mars in house is how you react.

💓Venus sign is how you look at love, what is important to you, how you feel. How you behave in love is house where is venus.

🪼We have two different types of pisces people and that is jupiter and neptune. Pisces who have Jupiter's energy will be more philosophical, have faith in something. Pisces who have Neptune's energy will be more dreamy and spiritual. We have two types of scorpio people and they are mars and pluto. Scorpios with Mars energy will be more impulsive, driven and fearless. Scorpios with Pluto energy will be more deep, mysterious, controlling.

🩵8th house synastry-it can also give you the feeling that you want to keep this person and the relationship you have with them to yourself. It's like you want it to be your secret. Not because you're embarrassed or anything, but you just want the relationship you have with this person to be private. Even when you fight in a relationship, you don't want to talk about it with others. You want to keep this person all to yourself. A lot of times you feel like you have some kind of deeper connection with that person and you can feel protective of them.

🍋Mars in 7th house-these people are many times self-sacrificing for others. You do a lot for other people and at the same time you can forget about yourself. People can quickly drain you of your energy. Because you try to do everything for others.

🩵Water moons have very good intuition and way of caring. They always know what you need, they sense your energy. All of a sudden they will hug you. They feel your energy and I love how deeply they understand you. They will always be here for you and always make sure you feel good. But they can often take things too emotionally.

🩶Earth moons- what I like about them is that they know how to stay calm and somehow process their emotions. You feel emotionally safe because they give you the feeling that they will always be here. But they have a hard time expressing them, so sometimes you can feel like they don't see you or don't give you what you need.

❤️‍🔥Fire moons- know how to look at every situation optimistically. They know how to put you in a good mood. They are not emotionally resentful, so you can feel that will never last long if they are angry. However, their feelings can often be selfish.

🩷Air moons- know how to accept your feelings and look at the other side of them. They will always somehow have a more logical response to them and will always want to talk about them. You always know you'll end up talking to them, no matter what. But they can overthink too much about their feelings. Or sometimes solve everything in some rational way.

🌃Your MC says a lot about how you feel in the audience, for example: birthdays, events. How you look and how others see you. Scorpio MC - you will always look mysterious, calm, intimidating. In reality, you're best off just watching people. You don't like people pointing you out or asking you anything. You don't like being exposed. Libra MC- you will always be the person who talks to everyone. You will always be kind to everyone and want them to feel good. You will act friendly to people.

🌠Taurus + Taurus -are a good combination in love. Both know how to appreciate each other and put a lot into love and making a person feel good. Both can do a lot for each other. They kind of have the same outlook and inspiration. They know how to show the love they have for each other. Both can be stubborn but stable.

🌙Cancer placements always have one person that they are always with on a party. They won't go to a party if they don't know someone will be there to hang out with. They always have favorite people too.

🦋Scorpios are always oscillating between life and death. Because they are also a sign of that. They represent depth and how deep we can go to discover the truth. I have a person in my life who, before she was born, her heart stopped during her mother's birth. She have scoprio sun, mercury& venus. It can be seen that the scorpion is exposed in her life but in a deeper way. But she has 6th house placements wants to help others (people who are helpless) and has a vulnerable feeling towards animals.

🧩Geminis easily approach people with whom they quarrel as if nothing had happened. They have a way of communicating when it's interesting and somehow they know how to use words and they know how to get someone to talk again.

🫧Taurus are persistent. When they want something, they will insist on getting it. They are a sign that rarely gives up because they have calm nerves and are patient. And they will really try when they want something.

☕️Capricorn rising- people become shy whenever they talk to you. Because you emit a power that gives others the feeling that they are somehow reserved with you. You can silence people with your presence.

🧸Your 1st house shows a part of your characteristics and appearance. The planets in this house show themselves in the way others see, notice and hear you. Neptune in 1st house- people will always find something dreamy about you or a part of you will always be in dreamy world. Jupiter in 1st house- your confidence will always be there and also you have natural luck. Pluto in 1st house- the strength you carry inside you is invincible. Never doubt in what you can become. Mercury in 1st house-your words have power and don’t let others silence you. Mars in 1st house- energy is eternal and you always have it with you. Sun in 1st house- your light can be stronger than others. Never doubt how you can shine. U have sun in you. Venus in 1st house- you have a charm that others immediately notice. You know how to love yourself. Moon in 1st house- listen to your intuition. Your emotions can always be there. Uranus in 1st house- you are unique always remember this. U are star in the sky. Saturn in 1st house- u are good enough. Don't be so hard on yourself, Saturn will reward you.

-Rebekah🩵🫧🪽

#astrology #energy #zodiac signs #planets #my notes #astrological houses #astrology observations #1st house #moon signs

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sosa2imagines · 5 months

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I had my dance and now I'm where I belong. Part 2

----------------------------------------------------- Warnings- Angst, cheating and little bit of fluff ----------------------------------------------------- Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 -----------------------------------------------------

After you left the tower, you checked into a hotel and once you enter the room you called Nat who along with Wanda and Sam were waiting for your call. When you were done with the call loneliness crept in slowly you started to freak out and the emotions you were hiding since the confrontation till now all came out, you dropped to the floor and cried your heart out. After a week you got the news the happy couple made it official how one cheater got another cheater you told your reflection in the mirror smiling for a bit then crying again. It was true what you told yourself Bucky does not know that Sharon had cheated on Steve and that's the reason he broke up with her and you had promised him not to tell anyone. All of your dreams crushed and thrown out the widow because he couldn’t keep it in his pants. Every single day was painful the hurt was too much years of love gone just like that.

One month later. "Hello?" "Friday where is everyone?" "Captain Rogers welcome back Mr. Barnes is in his room and the others are in the common room" "Thank you Friday" Steve was nervous he knew everyone would bombard him with questions on his decision to leave and come back again but at the moment it all can wait he needed to see his love his best friend you first he wanted to tell you everything even the dance he had. So he rushed to Bucky's room knowing you would be there but god he was so wrong he wished he had knocked on the door but he didn't and because of that he was dumbfounded by the view "Bucky? Sharon? what's going what the hell why are you guys Sharon for god sake put your shirt on" Sharon roll her eyes. "Where is Y/n?, Bucky tell me dammit" Bucky was scared of what Steve's reaction would be so he went with the little white lie "We broke up I'm with Sharon now" "What? Broke up? why? you guys were so good, why did you guys break up? And Sharon no Buck you are hiding something" "Steve you have no rights to interfere in our lives they broke up deal with it" Sharon was quick to answer. "I'm not talking to you so shut up!" Steve yelled. "Don't yell Steve, she is right you left us ok you don't know what happened so accept this." Steve was shocked by Bucky's behavior he had never seen Bucky standing up for you like he was for Sharon he immediately knew something was wrong he left the couple behind and went to search others. "Where is Y/n?" "Steve?" Sam rushed to hug his friend, Nat was teary eyes seeing her bestfriend back. "Steve you are back" she hugged him as much as Steve was happy to see them and grateful for them welcoming him back he couldn't stop thinking about you. "Nat please I'm sorry if I'm sounding rude" Nat shook her head finishing his sentence for him "Y/n left for some alone time Steve, she was suffocating here" "Yeah man everyday she was dying here" "What happened after I left?" Sam and Nat told him everything Bucky did and how Tony does not fully know the truth that you hid for Steve's hard work of making him trust Bucky. Steve's heart broke even in pain you didn't think ill of Bucky. "Where is she?" "I'll give you the hotel address and don't worry we let her leave only on the condition she calls us everyday" "Thank you Nat if she calls don't tell her I'm coming to her" Nat nod at him and Steve left for you.

Your head was a mess, your emotions were all over the place you spent the nights crying asking yourself why. You did call the team daily not wanting to go back soon, you locked yourself in your hotel room trying to wrap your head around the entire situation. The love you had just went down the drain like nothing. You had your doubts but we're blinded by his love and now paying the price it's been almost a month you barely ate and slept cold showers did not felt cold. You were lost in your own world when someone knocked on the door and thank god you opened the door you were shocked eyes glossy as soon as you whispered "Steve" he was quick to hold you in his arms as you cried and fisted his shirt, when Steve saw the state you were in his heart broke. He couldn’t help but feel guilty after all he was the one to introduce you two only for you to suffer. "Why did he do this to me Steve why?" Steve kept rubbing your back to comfort you "Everything hurts Steve please make it stop take my heart out I can't take it no more Steve please help me stop this pain" Steve's heart broke completely he blamed himself if he had not left you would have not been in this situation but that does not mean he didn't learn from his mistake seeing you beg him to stop your pain Steve silently promise to protect you and heal your heart he swear he will not let anyone hurt you not even his best friend Bucky on that day Steve decided you are his and when the time is right you will know about his love but for now you needed your best friend and that's what he was going to be. After crying for hours in Steve's arms he finally managed to put you to sleep Steve's own eyes were teary he was angry at Bucky, angry at himself he was facing back and forth until his eyes fell on your personal diary he knew it was wrong but he had to know so respectfully he skipped all the parts and just saw the last few pages he was fuming in rage how dare Bucky pack your bags and tell you to leave the audacity to lie to him, he put the diary back in its place and texted Nat to come over. As soon as Nat came Steve told her to look after you and he will be back quickly. Steve for the first time broke traffic rules drove like a madman he literally ran up to were Bucky was and as soon as he saw him Steve's mind flashed your image the hurt and pain you were in the words in your diary he was fuming in rage "You bloody liar" with that Steve punched Bucky hard on the face, Bucky was shocked Steve punched him again and again calling him liar and a cheat Sharon didn't dare interfere Sam had to hold the captain back only after Sam talked about you Steve stopped but not before warning Bucky for the last time " You stay away from her and mark my words Bucky you will regret this" All Bucky could say was sorry and how he is happy with Sharon, Steve chuckled at his stupidity "one cheater got another cheater no wonder you two make quite the couple" with that Steve left a very confused Bucky alone with Sharon in the tower.

As for Steve Rogers he had his dance and now he is where he belongs that is with you and the first step towards your happiness was to shift you from the hotel to his apartment in Brooklyn time to take you home.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------(to be continued, also thank you all you guys are awesome lots of love to you all, initially it was supposed to be a one shot but it turned out into a series the next part might be last depends on how the story goes take care and feedback is appreciated 😊❤️) ----------------------------------------------------- Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

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fakesimp · 6 months

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Together

Warning !

Hurt/Comfort ; Fluff ; Mentions of Crying ; Established Relationship

A/n !

Last part of this !

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His eyes fluttered up when he heard your voice after a long silence, he was quite nervous as he stood there waiting for your response.

He would lie if he said the silence didn't make him scared, afraid of what about to happen between you two, to the point he just want to run away and never show himself again, but if he did that, you're going to be all alone..

He despise that thought.

"Do.. you really?" You asked him, trying to see if he's telling the truth or simply playing with you, his eyes staring back to yours.

Soft, filled with love and longing, as if he had been waiting for this moment for a long time, but then you didn't miss the sadness in his eyes, it only appeared for one second before he slowly approached you.

Reaching out his hands towards you, waiting for you to place yours on top of his. Once he felt your warmth on his hand, he gently brush his thumb along your knuckles.

"Frustrated, Jealous, How I wish I was the one you look upon," He started, "I wish for you to look at me, yet, You doesn't seem to notice me."

"I was about to give away my feelings, and accept defeat until I saw you shed tears because of him" His other hand reaching out to the corner of your eyes, gently brushing against the corner with his thumb. "It shatters, It breaks my heart to see you cry.."

"I want to engulf you into my arms and comfort you, but I was afraid you will reject me" He paused for a moment, staring into your eyes with so much emotions.

"The day these beautiful eyes shed tears, is the day I promise myself I will not let you got hurt, be it physically or emotionally" He planted a kiss on your forehead, "I like you, so much that it hurts to see you never look at me the same"

You stared down at his hand that's holding yours so, delicately. As if he'll break yours if he held it too strong, you unconsciously held his hand back, giving them a gentle squeeze.

To let him know that, you've heard everything.

"... Please, ...look at me.." He said, barely in a whisper. You're lucky enough to heard what he said, and you tilt your head up a bit.

Both of you made eye contact, and how surprised you are to see crystal like tears started forming at the corner of his eyes. Your hands immediately went up to his face and it's your turn to brush your thumb, wiping his tears that's threatening to flow down.

"I'm sorry.." You apologized, He leaned his face close to your palm, he closed his eyes and you can feel his breath stuttered as he basked into your warmth.

"Will you look at me now?" His voice wavered as he asked the question, his eyes glistens as he stared at yours.

"..Yes, I'm sorry it took me this long to notice you" You said, and by that simple answer you gave him, he immediately pulled you into his arms.

He doesn't even mind how long he needs to wait, to think you're now in his arms, he felt overwhelmed, also relieved. He was so happy to the point he wants to cry.

You then felt his body shook, and soon your shoulder slowly getting soaked wet, you guessed it was from his tears since you can hear soft sobs start to emit from his quivering lips. ".. Thank you, ..so much ..for giving me a chance"

You hugged him as tight, providing the comfort he had been seeking from you.

After awhile, both of you are now in the living room, on the couch, him laying his head on your lap as you gently ran your fingers through his hair locks, lulling him to sleep.

Gentle hiccups can be heard from him as he snuggle himself closer to you, holding your other hand close to his beating heart as a silent thank you for choosing him.

And a thank you for looking at him after what happened between you and the other, you brush some of his hair away from his face, you smiled pathetically at yourself.

How did you not notice him at all?

You've been completely blinded by your feelings towards the other to the point he was hurting and you didn't even know, since he had told you that he promised he won't let you cry anymore.

Perhaps, You should do the same. For not letting him cry, at least not by himself. You'll be there, with him.

Not as a Friend,

But as a Lover.

©fakesimp . 2023

A/n !

Here we go ! Last part !

And I'll probably write for the nsfw part of slithering soon, but please don't wait for it because I am not entirely sure either when this 'soon' going to be (⁠;⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠)

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lazyneonrabbitt · 5 months

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Witch hunt

Daryl Dixon x reader

Thanks to an emotional slip-up you almost risk your home in Alexandria

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Rose was born four years ago.

Alexandria was thriving and had slowly begun to accept your daughter being a part of the group.

You were pregnant with Daryl's child when you came in with the group, but when she was born it was clear she wasn't human. She had inherited Daryl's curse and was born in her shifted form that she kept for the first few months.

You had kept your personal relationships quiet until you all felt comfortable enough but when the community learned the truth about your daughter you and Daryl agreed to never speak of your relationship and pretend to just be close friends.

Carol had taken up most of the co-parenting tasks in public and making sure to pass by wherever Daryl was working repairs and enforcements so he could say Hi to his 'baby niece'.

There had been a large disagreement about wether to let you and your daughter stay, but the ones wanting you both gone lost against your support party's arguments.

Rose had been fussy all morning. She had tried to steal the leftover meat from the fridge, complained her tummy hurt and whined about her head being loud.

You made sure she ate and drank properly, asked about her head and tummy. Trying your best to get a useful answer out of her but you couldn't seem to ask the right questions.

You guessed the hurt was just a stomach bug and the loud head was something resembling your active mind when you were uncomfortable, but the last hour she had started crying and whining out loud. Her whines were close to those of a hurt animal and it scared you more than any shrieking human wail she ever let out.

Picking her up and getting her noises down to sobs and hiccups you were close to tears yourself as you got to the new lot Daryl was building on with a team.

Daryl had sensed you coming from a distance and made his way off the roof in progress to meet you down on the street.

"Yo Dixon!" A voice called from up on the structure. "Who said you could take a break yet?"

Daryl called back a quick excuse and turning his attention back to you. He had noticed both your discomfort and took Rose from your arms as you ran him through your morning.

"Dixon!" The man called again. "How about you stick to women your own age."

"Shut it! She needs help." He had no time for bullshit.

A shaky breath left your lips when you continued. "My baby's sick and I don't know what to do." Sniffling you went on and a hand reached for your arm and squeezed softly. "I don't even know how to be a good mom I don't want her to be hurt.." with his one available arm he pulled you into a half hug, still holding sniffling Rose in his other arm.

"Come on, man! Quit flirting with the girl, she won't fuck you." You could feel Daryl's quiet growl rumbling in his chest. "Besides, you shouldn't stick your dick in crazy anyways. Her and that monster kid shouldn't even be here!"

Something inside you snapped right then and there, stepping out of Daryl's embrace and facing the man on the roof.

"Go the fuck back to work and let him deal with his sick child for a moment you useless piece of walker bait!" Tears were streaming down your face as panic set in. Ugly sobs escaping your lips as Daryl stood behind you, frozen with a now again crying child in his arms.

The man stopped all of his activities and stomped down to you.

"I'm sorry, his kid? I thought your monster brat didn't have a daddy and now you're calling Dixon its father?" He was all up in your face now and you recognized him as one of the people voting the loudest to kick you and your daughter out after learning she wasn't human. “So it turns out Crazy,” he called out for everyone around to hear. “-has a thing for older men. And dogs.”

He got real close to you for this last bit. “Did he fuck you as a dog, too?”

You now stood face to face with the man and were fuming with rage. He was clearly waiting for you to talk yourself out of the slip-up you just screamed at him and in turn gaining the attention of many bystanders who heard it all too.

Instead of answering you took a deep breath in and head-butted him. You could feel his nose crack under the impact and heard it crunch before he fell to the asphalt. On your turn to leave you looked back down at him and spat to add to the humiliation. You wanted to scream and curse at the man, but a large hand stopped you and pulled you away.

"We're going home. Now." He wasn't angry with you but he also didn't want to cause more trouble than already formed and Rose kept fussing so he just wanted to go and lock his family inside the walls of his home and calm down. Someone was gonna be knocking on their door about this later anyways.

The haunting stares of all bystanders felt like burning holes in your skin the whole way back to your home.

When all three of you passed the front door Daryl took no time locking it behind him and moving over to the living room to close the curtains.

He had placed Rose on the couch so his hands were free to grab you and place you next to her.

Rose had been fussing and crying so much she had tired herself out and had fallen asleep in Daryl's arms close to home. She still stirred every once in a while, small whines leaving her and a frown on her sleeping face.

Daryl softly stroked her head as he looked her over, seeing if he could sense something from his daughter and quickly found the issue.

When he sat up you immediately swarmed him with questions.

"She aint sick. She's just changin'. Hurts real bad the first time." He kept softly caressing her as he sat himself between you two. "We can't do much except make sure she's comfortable."

You sighed at the less than good news of not being able to help her. "How do I make sure she's good? Do we build her a nest?" An arm snaked around you and you were pulled to lay in Daryl's lap. "Just feed her enough n' giver her lil' rubs like ya give me after a long workday. Helps her hurt muscles." His hand moves over to rub comforting circles on your lower back. "Yer doin' great, momma. Ya were really hot defendin' us out there an' crackin' tha guy's face open."

You scooted over and rolled onto your back to look him in the eyes. "Really? I kinda regretted making an even bigger scene.." Your not so little outburst really didn’t help your already looked down upon status in the community. Daryl’s hand moved to your cheek and he smiled down at you. “Believe me, if ya let me I’d have another kid with ya without thinkin’ twice after what ya did for us today.” You looked up at him, hoping he’d continue his sweet words. “Yer always callin’ me yer guard dog but yer the one who’s protected me in here since day one.” Your hands reached up to hook around his neck so you could kiss him properly, showing him how much his words meant to you. “You have no idea how hard it is for me to say no to that, but we really have to get through this shit first before we can even have that conversation, don’t you think?”

The argument was agreed with and quickly dropped so you could focus on the closer issue of lying to the entire community and injuring someone in the middle of the street.

When the first knock on your front door came you jumped up in panic, sending Daryl a fearful look before going to see who it was.

Rick, Carol and Deanna stood at your front door, with a group of angry residents further off on the streets, no doubt ordered to stay back by Deanna herself.

You grounded yourself with some deep breaths before unlocking the door and allowing the people in.

Carol was quick to pull you into a hug as she saw you shaking and guided you back to the living room with the other two right behind you.

Rick was quick to put a hand in front of Deanna to stop her from getting too close to Daryl and Rose, knowing although he wasn’t a threat but he could still easily snap when threatened. She shot him an offended glance but had to remind herself she was in unknown territory and the two who accompanied her were familiar with the issue at hand.

“I believe you already know why we’re here, so we can go straight to the point.” Deanna had her stern leader voice on, but Daryl could feel her uncertain energy and decided to call her out on it. “Ya aint got no point so why’re ya really here, huh? To please tha’ crowd out there?” Deanna stood there in the middle of your living room, not knowing what to say. “The people want you gone. The ones that wanted the child gone back then are back to almost rioting about this issue. Now that they learned you have been lying for so long there’s nothing I can do to stop them..” She sounded sad, like the words were forced out of her and truly they were. She knew no matter what she’d say to the angry crowd of people, they weren’t gonna listen.

“And what do you want? Just you. Not them.” Your question surprised everyone in the room and Deanna had to give it a short moment before she found the right words.

“You’re different, but no threat.” She gave you the kindest smile she could pull, but was met with your unamused look in return. “Don’t try to sweet talk me, I’m the human one here.my partner and our daughter are the ones your people are threatened by.” You stepped closer to her only to be held back by Rick so you didn’t have the option to repeat this morning’s actions. “We’ve been living by your rules since day one.” You snapped at her. “We had to fake our entire lives to make sure you would let us stay. So we wouldn’t be judged for our odd relationship. Yeah it sucks Rose was born the way she was and risked everything going to shit but if she was born human no one would have known so where the fuck is the problem?”

This time it was Rick who chimed in with some supporting words.

“She’s right. Daryl’s been part of our family ever since we met him years ago. He’s always been protective of us and never threatened to hurt anyone.” He gave his brother an apologetic look, letting him know he wished it never had to come to this. “And quite frankly I don’t think these people have a say all of this.

Deanna took an instinctive look at the covered front window, as if to read the thoughts of the people waiting for an answer outside.

She was taken off guard when Rose stirred and started crying as she woke up, kicking everyone except her in gear, dropping the entire situation and moving to tend to the child. Daryl picked her up as you were at their side in a second. Carol moved to the kitchen and called over if you had any food prepared for her, fishing it out of the fridge and heating it. Rick stood by, ready to take over anyone’s task if needed.

Deanna watched the scene in front of her, seeing a caring side of Daryl she hadn’t seen before. He sat with the child in his lap, calming her down and carefully showing you how to relieve her aches. When her cries died down to just soft sobs you accepted the bowl Carol had brought and tried to feed her. When she didn’t accept any your heart broke and it was clearly visible on your face that you were hurt by her reaction.

“Sweetie, she’ll eat when she feels good enough. You shouldn’t worry too much.” Carol’s sweet words had Daryl chuckle. “Ya can tell her tha’ till ya drop dead, I tell her she’s an amazing momma every day but she’ll still cry to me when Rose fussed about not wanting to wear a sweater in winter.” His loving smile towards you didn’t go unnoticed.

Everything seemed to be going the right way when a loud scream caught your attention and frantic banging at your door sounded through the house and for a second you feared for the lives of your family before Michonne came barging in, out of breath and yelling about walkers and a breach in the wall.

“This continues later. Walkers first.” Deanna turned to make her way outside but was stopped by Daryl.

“What section?” Michonne quickly answered and followed closely behind him. You stood in the hallway spotting his knives and crossbow left at the door. “Dee, what are you gonna do?” You called out, already having a bad feeling about his plans, but you guessed it was the only thing that would help see the people who he really was.

His winged vest was dropped at the bottom of your porch steps and his boots laid toed off in the yard. “Showin’ em the truth.” And with that he stalked his way over to the breach, through the swarm of people that hadn’t gone off to fight.

The crowd raved and howled at him to leave them be, to get out and take his offspring with him but he only ignored them as he kept moving.

With the first walker in sight he snarled and rolled his shoulders before hunching over and easily shifted into his large creature form and tearing into the lone walker that got past the defense line.

“Retreat!” Rick and michonne had caught up with him and got all the survivors to pull away and help with prep work for the wall as Daryl tore through the herd that thinned out within minutes as he drove them all to the ground and back into the hole in the wall. Glenn and Maggie had set themselves up at the front of the gate repair crew, seeing as they weren’t afraid of Daryl like this and got the hole closed up quick enough so the others could start reinforcements as the cleanup group got rid of the remains of the dead.

Daryl had shoved the last of the walkers out of the community and followed through the broken wall to thin out the large buildup that had started forming. Loud snarls, aggressive sounds of the dead and bodies dropping to the floor was all you could hear on the safe end of the wall after the initial reinforcements were placed.

Deana had shown up to assist with the aftermath, you at her side carrying Rose in your arms. “It seems your partner did an outstanding job getting rid of the dead.” Her calm observation gave you a small sense of relief as the chattering voices around you all voices different sorts of opinions. “I hope it changes their minds.” Was all you could say, trying to block out the negative thoughts of being in the middle of so many people with your daughter right now.

The crowd had dispersed after the sudden walker intrusion. The ones left behind were either cleanup crew or ones with strong negation opinions even after Daryl just helped them without thinking twice. You stayed close to Deana while you waited for Daryl to return, who after it al quieted down beyond the wall, climbed back over and back down to greet you. He trotted down the street, head held low and and steps small as he tried his best not to scare anyone off while he remained in his non human form. He had almost made it to your side when you saw someone run in from beside him and throw something. It glimmered in the sunlight and wrapped around Daryl, clinging to his fur. A loud howl sounded through the street as he dropped to the ground, pawing at the thing around him but it felt like all the strength had left his body. Pained yelps and whines left him as he shook around trying to get the thing off. You ran up to him, setting Rose down next to you and grabbing at item that appeared to be a jewelry chain. You wrapped your fingers around it and pulled it off him, but not without being knocked on your ass when the chain caught on something and he thrashed around again.

When you got it off him you took a good look at the chain. It was in fact silver jewelry chain, a bunch if them clipped together to form a makeshift lasso. With your attention so focused on the pieces of jewelry,

You hadn’t noticed Rose waddling over, wanting to go to her daddy but getting distracted by the shiny thing and grabbing onto it with both hands. The whole world around you faded away as she shrieked in pain, letting go of the chain and dropping down crying, clutching her hands to her chest. Daryl shot up and moved his head to nudge at her, now cradled in your arms. You rocked her as you apologized what felt like a million times, trying to get a look at her hands but she wouldn’t open them for you. You managed to get her arms stretched do Daryl quickly nudged his snout against her little fists and lapped at them, wringing his tongue between her fingers to lick at her palms. The good thing about her being a little kid was that she’d heal from almost any surface injuries, and him licking the wounds would help speed up the healing so she could use her hands again hopefully soon.

Daryl let out a content grumble as his daughter sniffled and looked at her hands with a funny look, squeezing them together at the tingly feeling of the burns slowly fading away. He gave her a careful lick to the cheek to wipe away her tears before laying back down exhaustion.

You turned your daughter around in your lap to get a good look at her. “Does it still hurt, sweetie?” A little shake of her head helped you calm down a little bit as the world around you slowly came back into focus. A few mothers that stood around with concerned looks on their faces and children of all ages begging to pet the big dog. One of the younger women came up to you with some sweets in her hand, looking at you before continuing. “Can she have a candy? To help with the shock.” You gave Daryl a look, who nodded yes so you did as well. Some candies wee held out for Rose to pick from, but before she could grab some you chose the lollypop for her, making sure she wouldn’t take the chocolate and thanked the lady for the kind gesture.

There was some ruckus going on behind you, voices you recognized as Rick and Maggie and some others you didn’t.

“She’s a psycho!” You heard a woman’s voice yell. Sinking back into yourself as you immediately knew you were the topic of that fight. “She broke my husband’s nose! She has a child with that.. That monster over there!” Daryl only let out a huff of air, telling you to ignore them and their annoying words.

On the other side of the street parents were trying to hold back their kids who were begging them to let them pet the cool big dog. You shared another look with Daryl who let out a chuckle and a soft nod. Waving at the parents you waved to get them to come closer with their kids. “He says they can pet him, only a little bit.” You start, raising your hand and pointing at the kids. “But. Don’t pet on his neck. He’s still hurt there.” The kids excitedly huddled around him and put their hands in his fur. “Woah!” “He’s so warm.” “Sooofft!” The children loved him and you couldn’t help but wish you had a camera right now to capture this sweet moment. One of the fathers sat down next to you in front of Daryl and apologized. Admitting he had been part of the group who voted to kick you and your daughter out those years ago but saw now he had made a mistake then, acting out of fear instead of taking the chance to really speak with you as s person.

It seemed Daryl’s act really did help to change at least some peoples’ minds. You thanked the man for his honesty and took a moment to tell the children they pet the big dog enough.

Daryl took the opportunity to sit up and immediately Rose went to climb off your lap and onto his, grabbing at his fur and nuzzling it, enjoying the softness and warmth. “Looks like her hands are fine again.” You laughed at how she tried to hide herself in her father’s fur. Daryl out a large paw around her, holding her close as you informed you were going to talk to Deana.

Taking the bundled up silver chain in your hands you moved towards the woman and inform her of the thing someone used to hurt your partner.

She took the jewelry from your hands and inspected it, informing you she would do her best to find out who did this and make sure they were punished. From behind her that same woman from before spat curses at you before being cursed out herself by Denise, who threatened to halt the medical care for her entire family if she couldn’t be more accepting of the people who had to hide away their true selves for so long. Denise was the only one not from your original group who knew about the relationship between you and Daryl, and thus also about his condition although she had never seen any of it in person. You couldn’t help but let out a laugh at Denise’s harsh comeback and loved all the support your family was getting.

More women joined your side, letting you know how brave they thought you’ve been all this time going out with your child, knowing there were people out to hurt her. And some nudging you and pointing towards Daryl, suggesting you wee brave for …other things as well. You turned beet red at the implication of you sleeping with Daryl like that, which no, you hadn’t. They all giggled along with you, chatting about how your kids should play together some time to which your face dropped again, sadly having to explain about Rose’s current issue and not feeling comfortable having her around other kids for now. You were happy to learn they all respected your decision albeit not entirely understanding it. You were a relatively young mother with a child you yourself also still had to learn a lot about.

Daryl had gotten up from his spot, making sure Rose walked with him to your group. When something grabbed at your leg you were quickly pulled from your conversation to pick up your daughter and greet Daryl with a pat on the head. “Feeling better again?” He nodded and grumbled, sitting down to close the circle and suddenly getting all kinds of stares from the ladies which had him tilt his head in confusion and stare at you. The ladies giggled again as your beet red color returned making Daryl nudge you with his nose. “They ehm.. Made some assumptions about us ..together..” Fumbling with the fabric of Rose’s shirt you stumbled over your words and Daryl quickly seemed to realize what you were getting at. He let out a content hum that had the ladies crying with laughter, patting you on the back and wishing you good luck with your boyfriend before walking off to find their own families and head back home. You looked back at Daryl who still sported a smug look and gave him a light pat to get the idea out of his head.

Rick came up to you two, informing you the people who were causing a scene earlier got taken care of. One of them also confessed to using the silver jewelry to hurt Daryl.

The realization of people being out to hurt you for real freaked you out, but the confirmation of them being taken care of made you feel a lot safer, knowing there were always people around who were on your side.

“Hey, Dee. Wanna head home? I think Rose is tired.” You glanced over at the child currently drooling over your shirt as she slept in your arms. “Besides,” a nudge with your elbow had him make a curious noise at you. “We solved our issue, so we should have that second kid talk right about now.”

Another content hum left Daryl’s throat as he happily nudged you along, leading you home with an eager tempo.

Once back home you went to put Rose to bed and fetch Daryl a new set of clothes while he shifted back into his human form. When you rounded the corner you threw his clothes at him so he could get dressed while you grabbed something to drink for you both.

Daryl had just finished dressing and pulling his hair up in a messy bun like he always did in the privacy of his own home. You set down the glasses and walked over to your boyfriend, kissing him to celebrate your victory today.

“Those burns aren’t healing well, huh?” You put your hands on his jaw, moving his head to get a better look as he shook his head. “Nah. Silver burns scar most of the time.” Your stood on your tiptoes to kiss the wounds and took his hands in yours. “Come, drink and nap. Both of us.” He accepted the drink and kindly waited for you to finish yours while he gulped his down in seconds.

The second your glass hit the table he had hauled you over his shoulder and made his way up the stairs.

“We aint nappin’ just yet, bunny.”

#sometimes i write #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon imagine #twd daryl #twd #the walking dead #twd imagine #twd x reader #twd au #werewolf #werewolves

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December MC of the Month: Luca O'Rinn

Please welcome December 2023's MC of the month! Each month, we will highlight one MC or OC that is currently on our Meet My MC / OC List. The MC / OC is selected randomly on the Wheel of Names, and eligibility requirements can be found here. We accept MC / OC profiles on an ongoing basis. Please feel free to send yours in!

This month’s MC of the month is…

@aria-ashryver 's Luca O'Rinn

More below...

In your own words, tell us what you like most about your MC / OC.

This little idiot just doesn’t stop. They are so damn resilient! I love their bravery, compassion and that Luca takes the time to make sure the people around him feel seen, heard and understood. Communication is important to him — he’s a little tactless or graceless with it sometimes, but he tries so hard to make sure the people he loves know it. I love how talented and inquisitive he is, and that he has such a strong sense of self — Luca just feels so bright to me, so vibrant and joyous. “Lightbringer” was an accidental name meaning, I just picked “Luca” at random when creating my MC because it felt right, but it really was the perfect choice for them!

2. Do you feel your MC / OC is like you at all? How are you alike or different?

Luca is much more impulsive than I am, and has a bigger social battery, but I think we are both the kind of people friends come to for advice and comfort. We are both musically inclined, both love hugs (probably more in my case), animals, and the beauty and magic of the natural world. I’m 6ft tall, Luca is tiny. Luca’s heritage is a nod to my own Scottish roots — my grandparents / great-grandparents emigrated from Scotland, and I’m lamenting the slow death of any Scottish cultural influence in my family’s day-to-day life as the generations pass. There are parts of me in Luca, sure, but ultimately they are very much their own person.

3. What is most important to your MC / OC? What is their motivation in life?

Authenticity, truth, and (this one might sound weird, but) movement. Luca will never be someone he’s not. For him, to live is to grow, to always seek out opportunities to find out more about himself and the world he lives in.

They can’t stand being stagnant and idle, both mentally and physically; Luca is a dancer with a truly avid curiosity, so they just need to keep moving, no matter what they are doing. Right now for Luca, that means having intense, emotional conversations; breathing love into the world; learning new skills; knuckling down on language studies; uncovering vampire lore; fighting to protect the ones he loves; doing a lot of introspective thought and trying to be a better version of himself with every day that passes.

4. What are their biggest pet peeves/dislikes?

Luca has a strong sense of social justice, so there are plenty of things that annoy them —particularly in regard to the treatment of other people; they’ll be the first to jump to someone’s defense— but in terms of more minor pet peeves, pertaining to him personally? Being called “bro” / “man” / “dude” by someone who obviously means it in a cisheteronormative way (and people who blatantly ignore the “they” aspect of their pronouns). Luca definitely picks their battles, and they are totally fine with being called any of those names by friends and family, but it often elicits an eyeroll coming from closed-minded and/or queerphobic people.

Also, early mornings. Luca is firmly of the opinion that mornings should be banned. No more mornings. The day doesn’t exist before 10am. He will never understand how Gabriel keeps getting up at dawn to go for a run. On purpose. That’s just wild.

5. If your MC / OC could change one thing - anything - what would it be?

Luca hasn’t had the easiest life, but it was one that led them to find Cas and Gabe. They would go through it all again and then some if it meant a life of loving those two and being loved by them in turn… but Luca sees how much Cas and Gabriel are hurting, too. How much they ache for a place of belonging. How deeply lonely they have been.

If Luca could change one thing, it would be for them, not himself. He’d bring back their parents. Choi Harin. Sofia Adalhard. Remiel Adalhard. He’d bring back Gabriel’s sisters, Raquel and Michaela. His grandmother, Sarah. His cousin, Joaquin. Cas’s halmeoni, Choi Miyoung. His harabeoji, Choi Yongho. Cas’s best friend, Ricky Harlow.

If Luca could steal them even a moment with the people they have lost, then he’d do it in a heartbeat. He knows it's an impossible dream, but that won’t stop him from making sure that, at the very least, Cas and Gabriel know they will always, always be a part of his family. That the O’Rinns will always be there to welcome them with open arms.

6. What is your MC / OC’s favorite quote or song?

Luca’s favourite song changes with the wind, but at the moment they are making good use of Hozier’s “De Selby (Pt1)” to practice their (rusty) skills on acoustic guitar, as well as their pronunciation of Irish Gaelic (which they’d like to be fluent in — Scottish Gaelic and Irish Gaelic share a root language, so they are very similar in many ways. Think Spanish to Portuguese!) Luca has a firm grasp of Gàidhlig, but the only fluent Irish-speaker in the family is their great aunt Morag. Given the O’Rinn’s ancestral ties to Ireland, Luca aims to fix that!

He’s also currently messing around with some original contemporary choreo to Lee Taemin’s “Just Me and You” and “Guilty”.

7. Is there anything else you’d like to share about your MC / OC?

Luca has come to mean so much to me. I never intended to write about them when I first started reading ID —I had never written fanfic at all!— but the more I learned about them and fleshed out their backstory, the more I knew I had a story to tell. Rather than write a simple, short piece, fool that I am, I decided to dive right into a (currently) 250K+ word longfic centring on not one, but four romantic relationships (Luca x Cas; Luca x Gabriel; Cas x Gabriel; and the dynamic of the poly ship between all three of them).

Despite being a retelling, I think “Starlight” gets a lot thematically heavier than Immortal Desires ever did, with a broader focus on worldbuilding and characterisation, and the experience of writing it has been so rewarding — I think in large part because of Luca.

I just adore them. So much. And I’m grateful to have them along for the ride while we find our way through this story together. There is no one else I’d rather have along for the ride. (Also, I’m sorry I make you suffer so much, sweet Luca. I promise your happily ever after will be worth every hardship 💖)

Thank you so so so much to CFWC for letting me gush about Luca!! If you would like to know more about them, you can read about them in my longfic, “Snow In Crimson, Starlight in Gold” on AO3, or find more on my masterlist.

#cfwc mc of the month #immortal desires #aria-ashryver #luca o'rinn #meet my mc #choices fic writers creations #playchoices #choices the stories you play #december mc of the month

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lazycats-stuff · 7 months

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Hey I was just wondering if you’d possibly do headcannons of A fic of the batfam in specific Damian getting all of readers (Damian’s biological older brother who’s a blood witch/vampire) long decade old friends killed by accident when he slips up and tells the league where they operate from and reader cannot cope with this so he goes into the forest at night to scream and cry in private but Damian follows him one night and sees reader about to end their lives and he stops them admits the truth and expects the reader to kill him with one look but instead reader hugs him and cry’s saying he should have been a better brother and he understands it’s a mistake and Damian gets upset as well and hugs reader back just them both crying saying sorry and Bruce finds them and takes them back to the mansion, the end and if you can’t do it cause of the attempted suicide I understand it’s just a personal thing but thank you for considering my request anyways.

Don't worry anon, I got you. Again, I don't know why this is short. I have entered my short era once more...

Summary: Damian makes a lethal mistake and (Y/N) suffers.

Warnings: mentions of murders, ATTEMPTED SUICIDE, if you are sensitive to it or think that it may trigger something, don't read, angst, hybrid reader.

Out of all the children that Bruce has, (Y/N) is the only one who is supernatural one. It was one of the biggest shocks that Bruce has ever received. Turns out, (Y/N)'s mom is one of the most powerful witch and a vampire. (Y/N) turned out to be a powerful hybrid too.

(Y/N) had a lot of friends in the supernatural world and they were all a tight knit group. It wasn't easy to introduce anyone in the said group, but his friends accepted his brothers and out of them four, Damian was liked a lot. Jason too.

His friends had a knick knack for dry humor and sarcasm. The brothers were honored that they were introduced to (Y/N)'s important part of his life.

His friends were also very helpful in regards to a lot of their enemies and foes. (Y/N) didn't know what he would do without his friends, since they are the only ones that understand him and what it's like to be a hybrid.

If only (Y/N) knew what is going to transpire.

(Y/N) ran into his friend's secret place. Panic and adrenaline clouded his mind as he ran with every fiber in his being. He didn't expect to get a call from Damian, warning him about the attack.

He admitted that he slipped up and (Y/N) didn't hear anymore. He ran like a madman to here and now up the stairs to their apartment. He wanted to cry as he managed to smell the blood, but he held out hope that they were alive.

He prayed to whatever deity was listening to him right now, that they are alive.

He has never been religious, but he has hoped and prayed that they were alive. Damian was not to far behind, knowing that he needed to make things right.

(Y/N) ran in and stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of his lifeless friends. He dropped down on his knees and just screamed. He started crying, leaning forward, gripping his hair.

The ground shook as if there is an earthquake. Damian stopped in the front, hoping that he wasn't to late. He knew (Y/N)'s powers got out of control when he got extremely emotional. Usually on the more negative emotions.

Inside, (Y/N) took a stake from his friend's heart. He needs to give them a burial. But can he really let go of them? His friends who are the most important people in the world?

(Y/N) stood up shakily, bloody stake in hand. He can't. He won't. He will go with them. He ran past Damian, directly into the woods. Damian turned right back, running after him. He had a bad feeling about (Y/N).

(Y/N) stopped, looking up at the moon. He took a deep breath, trying to be calm enough to say this.

" I can't go on without you my friends. " (Y/N) started, raising a stake to stab himself in the heart. " And to you Bruce, I'm sorry. But I can't go on. " (Y/N) said, about to stab himself before he was tackled by Damian.

(Y/N) let out an oof and Damian took the stake and threw it away. He started sobbing and (Y/N) blinked a few times. He has never seen Damian cry.

" Do it! Just kill me! " Damian yelled, tears falling down his face. (Y/N) was frozen before he hugged Damian tightly. Damian didn't expect it. He killed his friends. He can't really understand how somebody could consider him a brother now.

" I won't Damian. I won't. I should have been a better brother to you. And it's a mistake too. You didn't mean it. You didn't mean it... " (Y/N) repeated before he started crying softly.

Damian started crying too, hugging his older brother back. They held each other tightly, not hearing that Bruce coming.

" I know you two are not interested in moving, but it would be better if we go back to the manor. " Bruce started, helping them up. Damian and (Y/N) nodded, standing up. They were both drained and they both knew that they couldn't be alone tonight. (Y/N) pulled Damian closer by the shoulders.

They will get through this together.

#dc comics #dc x male reader #x male reader #batfamily #damian wayne x male reader #robin x male reader

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A list of predictions I have for the Sonic movie I think are at least likely to happen

- opening shot is with either Stone or Robotnik (or both) breaking into the facility holding shadow

- definitely more homoerotic tension between Sone and Robotnik

- tails has built his own workshop/treehouse he likes hanging out in

- knuckles similarly has built his own shrine for the master emerald (just for fun)

- sibling and family shenanigans

- Sonic gets arrested after Shadow goes around stealing shit, also GUN knows that its Shadow and not him, but they arrest Sonic as a cover up, the public is decided because half of them are like “that’s clearly not Sonic”, but the other half is like “what are the odds of there being two alien hedgehogs that just so happen to be on earth?”

- prison break scene

- flashbacks of shadow and Maria living on the ark

- what exactly happened to Maria isn’t revealed right away, similarly to sa2

- the death scene plays after Shadow remembers the real promise he made to her. His memories were repressed rather than altered, so remembering her death is a big character moment when he realizes he needs to accept her death and honor her memory rather than seek revenge

- Maria’s death definitely won’t be on screen. My guess is they’ll take the Sonic x route (the original, not the dub) and cut away to just show Shadows reaction (pretty much like in project shadow)

- if Amy isn’t in the movie, then Sonic will be the one to give Shadow the big speech to convince him to help save the world

- shadows origins will be a bit different. I think Gerald Robotnik studied and somehow traveled to the gangs home planet, and he found DNA from a creature capable of harnessing the power of the emeralds (the same alien race as sonic, tying into the reason Longclaw was afraid of someone taking Sonic for his power)

- eggman has the broadcasted speech while he shows off the capabilities of the Space Colony Ark (by blowing up the moon) and it shows the residents of green hills all watching and reacting (if it starts with Robotnik saying the words “I’ve come to make an announcement” I will be very happy)

- if Tom and Maddie don’t get to go with them to the Ark, they’re given the sacred task of looking after the master emerald for them. If they do get to go to the Ark, then Knuckles will go to Wade and count on him to protect the Master emerald (Wade will probably become more responsible and aware during the knuckles series, so much so that Knuckles puts his trust in him)

- alternate plot for Tom and Maddie, they investigate the cover up of Project Shadow and discover the truth about what happened (essentially everyone was killed except for Gerald and Shadow). Bonus points if they find out a Wachowski was involved (or even the one responsible for killing Maria, but that’s a stretch)

- also if Tom and Maddie go to Space Colony Ark, emotional moment where they have to see Sonic get ejected via the space capsule (he’s fine, don’t worry)

- Tails, Knuckles, Tom, and Maddie all going absolutely ham on fighting Robotnik afterwards because they think Sonic couldn’t have survived

- Sonic and Shadow team up (potentially a begrudging truce with eggman because he realizes he can’t take over the world if it’s destroyed along with him)

- Knuckles is the least enthusiastic about a team up considering Eggman used him before, and everyone is of course like “we really don’t like it either, but the world is literally going to end if we don’t”

- Super Shadow and Sonic pushing back the Space Colony Ark (I don’t think the prototype will be in the movie just for simplicity sake) while a rendition of Live and Learn plays

- Shadow inevitably sacrifices himself, all while thinking of his promise to Maria

- Sonic trying to save Shadow (and doesn’t)

- Tom and Maddie being so happy to see Sonic alive and well but then their faces drop as they see the distraught look on his face and notice he’s holding Shadows inhibitor

- Group hug where they all comfort him

- Post credit scene hinting Shadow survived

I have many more predictions involving Amy and Rouge, but I don’t know if they’ll for sure be in it. I have a feeling if they do pick at least one character to introduce it will be Amy.

Oh! Oh, these are some very excellent suggestions, my dear! I love them a lot. It looks to be that you and I share some of the same thoughts! Great minds think alike you know😎

I do agree with Shadow losing Maria: we won’t see it on screen, but it could be familiar to how it was done with Sonic X.

I’ve been cackling over the idea of Stone and Robotnik carrying a ragdoll-sized Shadow. He’s quite eepy.

#sonic movie #sonic movie 3 #I like the way you think!#mystery anon #off topic

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Dead Man's Hand 12 - Skin and Water

Dead Man's Hand Masterlist tags: engineer!reader, gambler!reader, loose canon timeline, eventual smut, fluff, action, casino aesthetics, touch starved reader, touch starved din, reader and din get on each other’s nerves, also they’re idiots, defrosting ice king din, cinderella vibes, everybody loves grogu

chapter summary: Sometimes, it gets to be too much and you need to feel close. Despite it all, they cross the line. warnings: smut, r18, minors dni

Hot water beads down her back as steam fogs up the bathroom. She closes her eyes, letting the events of tonight wash away down the drain. No blood or cuts, but the touch of that filth still lingers on her neck, on her arms. But she doesn’t want her skin to forget every touch.

The gloved hands around her, the claws poking her clavicle. Those, she wants to keep. I’ve been on my own since then, she told him before. Hell, the last person that did anything remotely close to saving her was Peli stepping in, but this was on another level entirely. Someone took on an entire squad of Stormtroopers for her. Someone braved what she thought to be certain death for her.

The joyous moment where she hugged them still reels in her head even as she shuts off the water. She hugs her arms, trying to still her beating heart. After drying herself off and putting on a bath robe, she steps out, seeing Din stash away his weapons and armor for the night. Just as she's about to speak, he cuts her off. "I know you're tired," he says through the modulator. "Go ahead and sleep. Kid and I will be out here."

Oh.

She nods slowly, accepting it. "Okay... um. Good night, then."

She feels disappointed. Why?

She should at least try to sleep, she decides. Lying down and getting under the covers, she faces the ceiling of the dark room, closing her eyes. She tosses and turns and no matter what she tries to do, she thinks about that moment all three of them shared. Even though it came off of the most frightening moment of her life, she had never felt such swelling elation in her chest before. Being in his arms – Din’s arms – she loved it. And now, she missed it; is it selfish to miss it?

It’s hard to sleep with such thoughts and emotions keeping her awake. She doesn’t want to be here in this giant bed alone, she wants to be near him, as far as he’d allow. Kicking the covers off, she paces around the room, biting her thumb nail. It’s selfish, she tells herself. But I want to ask him. But it’s selfish. Also, he might say no. He’ll think you’re coming onto him! Back and forth, back and forth.

I don’t care.

She steels her resolve and marches to the door. Just before she can press the button, it slides open on its own and a dark outline stands in the frame. They startle each other, but he holds up his hands. “It’s me! It’s me.”

“Oh.” She puts her hand over her rapidly beating chest. “Sorry.”

“Sorry.” His voice is still masked by the modulator. “I…” She waits. “Never mind, sorry to disturb you.”

“No, no!” She catches his arm, surprised to feel only a shirt between her skin and his as opposed to the thick armor. “Wait. Um. I was just coming out because I… well, I can’t sleep. Do… Do you want to come inside and talk?”

His muscles tense under her touch and it still feels like he’ll pull away. “...Y-Yeah. I… wanted to ask you something.”

“Okay.” She takes a few steps back, letting him in before closing the door.

“You can turn on the lights. My helmet’s on.”

“Ah, that’s fine. This is fine.” In truth, she picked out the nearest nightgown which turned out to be rather short, barely covering half of her thighs. No, the darkness is welcome just this once. She sits down on the edge of the bed and waits until he joins her, his movements quiet without all of the armor weighing him down. “What did you want to ask?”

“Why…” He pauses. “Why did he take you? You said it was a trap.”

She nods slowly. “I guess it was half a trap, half revenge. He was talking to me at the table, telling me that I should take my winnings and just leave, that I didn’t want to get involved in this beskar war between you and him. He knew I could beat him, so he tried threatening me.” Her feet rest on the edge of the bed as she hugs her knees against her chest.

“So… why didn’t you?”

“Why didn’t I what? Bow out?” She scoffs at the question. “We had a deal.”

“You made millions of credits. You could have left.”

She peers at him – or rather, the shape that she thinks is his head. “Are you serious?”

“If someone is given a choice between tons of cash and certain death, it’s not a hard decision.” She wants to yell at him, to remove his helmet and smack his cheek for implicating that she was that greedy. But that’s not it, is it? His tone isn’t accusing it’s… tense. Uneasy. Before she goes solar on him again, she inhales deeply and breathes out.

“Where do I begin? First of all, I wouldn’t have won any of those credits if it weren’t for you bringing me here. Second of all, that beskar belongs to you, not some old man clinging to the remnants of the Empire. Not exactly a hard decision. And third…”

Din waits. “...And third?”

I wanted to hear your voice when I gave it to you. I want… I want to see you happy. She can’t say those words, not when they catch in her throat. “I… It’s the least I can do. Look what you’ve given me.”

“Don’t.” The curt tone surprises her. “I haven’t given you anything. I put you in danger.”

“What?”

“I made you a target. You got hurt.” He sounds ashamed. “He used you as bait, didn’t he? It’s the only reason he kept you alive.”

Her hand taps on her knees, lifting off to reach for him… but she stops before it can touch him. “Yes. He wanted your beskar.” Her hand falls to the bed. “But he’s gone now. You did the galaxy a favor, if you ask me. And you saved me.” Her voice softens, hoping to ease the negativity in his.

“No. I put you in danger in the first place.”

The words erupt out of her like a volcano. “Oh, shut up, Din.” He whips his head towards her. “I agreed to this, didn’t I? I kept playing. And you’re right! I could have left with all my credits and sodded off to some faraway planet, but I didn’t, did I? You wanna know why?” She drops her feet towards the floor and leans in. “I want to win. I want to get you that beskar. I don’t care if I lose my money doing it, I want to get it for you!” Din’s brows raise. “I want you…” His heart drums in his ears. “...to have it.”

Din is usually a man of few words, but by choice. This time, she has robbed him of anything that he could say. But why? Why is it so important to her that she do this for him? He doesn’t know… and maybe he doesn’t care. Stars, if he’s honest with himself, he wants to hold her face. He wants to press his forehead against hers, he wants to…

He can’t. He just lowers his head in humiliation, humbled by her words. “You’re a noble one.” Then, he says her name with such gentleness that he usually reserved only for his son. “I don’t know how I will begin to repay you.”

“...Well.” She twirls some hair around her finger. “It’s not like I want anything in return. But, if you want… I wouldn't mind if you… um… stayed."

“...Stayed?”

“Here. Tonight. I’d sleep easier knowing you’re there.”

In the silence, Din weighs the situation in his head. The room is dark enough for it to be safe and adhere to the Creed, but he’s concerned about other matters. There is, of course, the heavy implication of what she’s asking. On the outside, anyone can tell that she means it innocently enough, but a part of him (he’s afraid to say) doesn’t reject it outright. That means he shouldn't... he shouldn't, right?

And as for her, she just assumes it’s out of the question.

He’s thinking about it too hard again. Din stands up. “Just tonight.” He can make it through one night; he has discipline. Circling around the bed to the other side, he sits down on the untouched edge and pulls on the covers. Once she settles underneath them, his hands inch towards his helmet. They feel heavy and his stomach flips as he pulls it off, setting it on the night table.

Din is tense all over as he pulls the covers over himself and slides in. He keeps his distance, hands resting on his stomach as he looks up at the ceiling. “Is… this okay?”

His unfiltered voice makes her a little giddy. She moves slowly, giving him plenty of time to pull away if need be, and finds his hand. “You can be a little closer.” She scoots inward and chips away at the gap between them. “Is this fine?”

“Yeah…”

She wants to push it. Sliding closer, she turns onto her side, back towards him, and pulls his hand onto her hip. When she feels no resistance, she draws him in further, resting his hand on her stomach. “There.”

This is closest either have been to another being.

Din’s warm body rests against her back. She can feel his soft breaths tickle the back of her neck and the rise and fall of his chest. Her fingers rest on his hand, feeling his grooves and knuckles. Through the silk of her nightgown, his hand tenses and he doesn’t realize that his fingers are tapping, bunching and smoothing the fabric.

She thought that she would be able to relax at this point, but the opposite has happened. Her tongue dries and heat seeps down into her core. The little voice in her mind is clear of its need: I want Din to touch me more. She thinks about how close his hand is towards her chest. She can do it. All she has to do is move his hand. Just move it a few inches up…

He whispers her name.

“Y...Yeah?”

“Are you okay?” His voice vibrates against her skin. “You’re… shaking. And breathing fast.”

Was she? Shit, she didn’t even notice. “I-I’m fine.” She swallows hard, but she can’t seem to calm herself. Stars, if they stay like this, she will go mad. Din’s palm rests flat on her stomach, feeling hot and even a little damp. I can’t take it anymore. She takes the plunge and she slides his hand up until it covers her breast.

Din’s breath hitches and his fingers, on instinct, squeeze. She makes a soft gasp, her hand resting on his wrist. He knows he shouldn’t, but he cups her flesh between his fingers again. Is this… actually happening? He isn’t sure how slow or fast he should go, so he just continues his gentle kneading. She slips down the straps of her night gown and pulls it down enough until silk no longer blocks him from her skin. He pinches her peak between his index and thumb, earning a little sigh of satisfaction.

Dank farrik, I shouldn’t be doing this.

He hides his heavier breaths against her shoulder, the hairs on his chin tickling her skin. His lips press a soft kiss, then another to her neck right where someone else’s fingers had dug in. Stars, she didn’t expect his touches to feel this good so fast. She squirms against him, shimmying as she pulls down the gown. Din can feel her struggling, so he helps her to take it off until it pools around her ankles and she can kick it off. He knows that means she’s completely bare, she’s pressing into him, she’s wanting more.

Sod it. Sod it all to hell.

He sits up, pulling her cheek so her head looks up, and tilts his head to kiss her. She sighs, melting into his kiss and accepting the warmth of his tongue on hers. As she drinks in his taste, his scent, she lifts a leg and rests her foot on the other side of him. He breaks away, nuzzling himself between her neck and shoulder as the hand that had been groping her slides down her torso. He passes over the lines of her skin, the softness of her flesh sending shock waves down his core. His breaths have a twinge of his voice in them, music to her ears.

Din takes his time. He makes circles below her navel, enjoying the little jolts she makes with each tickling touch. Her whines make it evident that she needs him to hurry up, but all in due time – after all, he doesn’t know when he would get another chance to feel her again. His free hand slips under her shoulder and neck, wrapping around and inviting hers to rest on it. Their fingers fan out and intertwine and after one more kiss against her shoulder, he’s ready. He snakes his hand past her thick curls.

Her shuddering whimper sends carnal hunger throughout his body in waves. His fingers find warm slickness between her thighs and he freezes for a moment, worried his rough, calloused hands wouldn’t feel any good. But her hips wiggle and she bucks towards his touch, all but begging him to continue. He dips his fingers further, middle finger stroking the small bud that makes her voice higher and her fingers squeeze his harder. Neither can see each other in this darkness, but he can imagine that she must be in beautiful bliss.

“Yes…” Her chest hastens in its rise and fall.

Stars, he loves hearing her. “Yeah?” he whispers against her ear, sending delicious chills down her back. She represses a sound of affirmation behind firm lips, but that only spurs him to hear her more. Din uses two fingers to slip between her folds, delighted in the tremble of her body. He draws his fingers back and she aches for their return, her hand gripping his shirt. She pulls it up, her palm brushing against his chest and the contours of his muscles. He doesn’t want to let go of her, but he’ll comply for now.

Din pulls his hands away to reach behind his head, pulling his shirt over and throwing it somewhere – he doesn’t care where. One of her hands pulls on the hem of his pants and the other presses its palm against his firm stomach, inching down. His groan when she finds his girth is louder than he intends it to be, but it just feels so damn good. He kicks off the pants and lies down on his side again, gently pressing on her chest so she lies on her back. Din holds her chin gingerly, delivering open kisses to her lips.

As he places her foot behind him to spread her thighs, she reaches between them, pulling his thick cock against her slit. His head clouds with desire, hips grinding against her – he needs to be buried deep inside her now. He holds her leg with one arm and snakes behind her neck with the other again, letting her rest on his bicep. She finds his hand again and once more they intertwine. They break away from their kisses, foreheads touching as she lifts her hips, angling his tip against her slit. “Oh, fff…” As soon he splits her walls, he groans deeply, pressing inside further. Their bodies shudder and euphoria pulses through them. Din rocks his hips, starting off slow, not wanting to hurt her.

“Din, haaah…” Her hand squeezes the one she holds, her free one resting against his chest. Her moans sound torturous, turning into fluttering mewls. Din curses under his breath right against her ear and any coherent thoughts are ousted, his body acting on instinct. He wants more, he needs more. But he restrains himself. Then, she whispers his name again. "It's okay," she says. "Go harder. I can take it."

"I-I don't want to hurt you--"

"I'm fine. Please, Din..." That alone ushers him to plunge further, sliding all the way in until she takes the entirety of him and hits his base. She squirms, thighs quaking, submitting to his touches. Din rests her leg in the crook of his arm, his hand pressing on her lower stomach to make her flush against his chest. He slides his fingers over her bud, making wide swirling motions to feel her tighten around his length.

She presses her forehead against his, making sure only he can hear her perverted noises, each whimper, each moan and mewl. Whenever he fills her entirely it causes her to convulse, her thighs wanting to instinctively close, but he has her right where he wants her. Their hands hold onto each other tightly and they truly feel like one.

She feels perfect. This feels perfect.

“Din… Din… don’t stop. Don’t stop!”

Her name in his throat is gravely and carnal, his fingers rubbing faster. Din’s core twists in his stomach, his body chasing the peak of his high. Her voice escalates and the writhing in his arms turns more violent as she nears. Her back arches off the bed and she tosses her head back with a final cry, her walls clenching around him. Din can only thrust a few more times before his body releases all of the ecstasy at once, tightening his muscles before relaxing them. He holds her trembling body in place while he fills her with his seed, his fingers making indentations in her skin.

With one deep sigh, it all ends. They fill the room with their heavy breaths, their minds wiped entirely of anything else. “Come here,” he says tiredly. “Come here…”

He adjusts their position so he can slide on top of her, their chests pressing together as his arms snake underneath. She tilts her head up and meets him in a hot, long kiss, pulling him to press his weight on her. Stars, she knows she would never get enough of this feeling. She’s sensitive to all of his touches, including his stubble tickling her chin. Din’s hips give hers a few soft grinds before he collapses next to her, still holding her close.

The last thing she hears is him whispering her name in her ear, lulling her to sleep.

#the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian smut #din djarin x reader #din djarin smut #the mandalorian x you #the mandalorian #the mandalorian fanfic #din djarin #work: dead man's hand #its finally done #oh my god #as if this scene hasnt been in my head rent free for the past week or anything noooo #also in my head din has more of a dad bod than like shredded abs #i know im right ok

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epiclamer · 1 year

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HI. MIGHT I REQUEST SOMETHING I AM TOO LAZY TO WRITE MYSELF

Villain who is abused by their superiors and hero who finds out and brings them back to their place to are for them? 👀 i have seen the one you wrote with this trope (but switched) and i love it sm <33

Ahem- Thank you for your time, Have a great timezone!

I’m literally combusting.

Treaty

“You didn’t tell me…”

The villain huffed, pushing their hood back over their head as they leaned back. “What? Was I supposed to go singing it in the streets?”

Hero licked their lips nervously. This was a sensitive topic and Villains use of sarcasm only helped prove their insecurity.

“I asked you what happened last week and—”

“So. What.”

Villain snapped, eyes meeting their enemy’s as they spoke. “We’re villains, Hero. We aren’t kind. We aren’t caring and we’re far from anything even remotely close to a tight-knit family.”

They took a breath, calming their nerves to keep a level head. “I’m sorry, that you’re hurt because we don’t hug and kiss and laugh and mess around like you heroes do. But we have stricter rules here and you either live by them, or you die by them. That is it.”

The hero flinched, it was unexpected, but they couldn’t help themselves; Villains words cut deep like a blade.

It was, ultimately, true what they said. It was the way the system worked. Hero knew that, everyone knew that. But that didn’t mean that it was right.

“I don’t want you back out there.”

Villain stuttered to a stop, mouth opening with a witty remark or another painful truth, before they shut it again, waiting for clarification on the hero’s part. Not even the hero could believe what they were saying.

“I don’t want you going back to them. I don’t want you getting hurt again and I don’t…”

I don’t want to lose you.

It didn’t need to be said.

The criminal scoffed, it was meant to come off aloof, but they only sounded hurt. The pain in their voice was evident no matter how hard they tried to shake it off.

They turned to fiddling with the hem of their jacket to distract themselves, almost as if they were contemplating Hero’s offer of never heading home. “That’s rich coming from someone that likes to beat my ass on the weekly.”

Villain smirked, “Are my other ass kickings meddling with your schedule?” They blinked their puppy eyes at the hero. “I’ll make sure to change that right away, don’t you worry—”

“Why won’t you let me help you?”

All of the villain’s words seemed to catch in their throat, prompting what looked like a painful cough. “Excuse you—”

“You do this a lot. You avoid help. From me or anybody else, no matter the situation. Why?”

Once they had seemed to recollect themselves at the targeting question, they spoke. “Because I don’t need help. From you or anyone else, no matter the situation. That’s why.”

At first glance, the hero felt mocked, mocked for ever even trying to help. Mocked for having been so stupid. Of course, a villain wouldn’t want help. Why were they even trying?

Upon second thought, Hero realized that was exactly what Villain wanted them to think.

The crime-stopper took a step forwards, earning themselves a wary glare and a slight wince from the other. Villain didn’t actually expect them to hit them, right? “You do need help. Why won’t you accept it?”

The answer was on the tip of Villains tongue, Hero could practically see the tears brimming their eyes and the sobbing rant that was yet to escape them. Yet, the villain still held strong, barely showing any emotion as they confessed.

“Because I’m happy here, in my sick. Because I’m comfortable here, in my sick. Because I grew up in the sick and it’s the only thing I’ve ever known.”

Hero’s gut twisted, they could see the pain etched in their enemy’s every feature. They could see the will and the want to escape, but they wouldn’t.

Not because they couldn’t, but they simply wouldn’t.

“I don’t want it to get better.”

The hero broke before the villain did. A single tear sliding down their cheek as they imagined living a life where the best option was staying in a bad situation. Where the good was scarier than the bad.

“They abuse you.”

“I know.”

“They hurt you. They’re hurting you.”

“I know.”

Hero gasped, feeling an insurmountable weight on their chest now that they were getting desperate. They couldn’t send the villain back to their teammates.

They wouldn’t.

“You don’t care?”

Villain sighed deeply, rubbing the creases in their forehead caused from their constant stress. Their shoulders sagged in defeat as their demeanour turned somber.

“Tell me, Hero. When you grow up your whole life in a house that’s painted black and white, how do you know that there’s supposed to be colour in it?”

The one in question dropped their gaze, they knew where this was going. “You don’t.”

Villain nodded, humming in approval. “Correct. And when one day someone comes knocking on your door and you open it for the first time to reveal the colourful world outside, you would be scared, no?”

“I would feel betrayed.”

The criminal eyed them. “Correct. But where you falter, dearest Hero, is with whom you feel betrayal.” They smiled sadly, taking up a more casual stance. “You do not feel betrayed by the people in the house, but by the people outside who never saved you.”

Hero fidgeted withe their hands by their side, itching to just snatch the villain and free them from all harm. “That’s why you’re a villain.”

Villain shook their head, watching as the other took another step closer.

“That’s why no matter how much they put me through, I will always stick by them. They will always be closer than the people outside.”

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pinkandpurple360 · 4 months

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I’m on a “recently turned bachelor Fizz fosters recently turned heiress without fit parents, Octavia”

hit right now I just feel like their opposite personalities are too too funny—she needs a new updated Gay Dad 2.0 built without emotional torment, self pity, constant lying and bullshit

I had the idea that somehow some way Stolas had become petrified to stone, as did Stella and Andrealphus. The de-petrification process takes roughly 100 years but Via thinks with enough practice she can reverse its effects. For now he is kept safe in the family garden amongst the plants he adores. Oz has kept Stella and Andre in storage in the freezer room. Asmodeus as leader to the Goetia has given permission for Octavia to be relieved of her duties until her studies are fully complete, while his scorned ex Fizzarolli (according to public image they are married and their ‘fizzarozzie’ ship is extremely profitable and marketable) is trying to see how the other half lives and to find himself and the truth about what happened after the fire, before he can decide whether to accept Ozzies offer of becoming the immortal queen of lust. (He won’t, but he’s keeping the ring. It’s 20 carat gold and the crystal is too handy for quick and on the go outfit changes)

Harvest Moon Festival where Fizz presents to the audience while Via hides behind him and tries to use the magic and every time it fails he has to find a way to stall with jokes

Fizz letting Via hold Precious when she feels anxious, eventually letting her keep Precious. Just. Fizz using his gentle nature and his grounding techniques to help someone else with anxiety is important to me. He also subtly recognises she’s autistic and gifts her noise cancelling headphones which she rudely uses to ignore him when he has very important things to say about vitamins and the value of getting in the sunlight

They both have plans to overthrow the Goetia monarchy and Mammons empire but Fizz keeps breaking into song can he stay on topic for five seconds.

Most people think he protects her from danger and in some ways he does but she’s usually protecting him from danger like muggers, falling anvils, or the fucking microwave oven

He asks if she’d like him to braid her hair and she says “my hair is feathers.” “Ah.”

She clung to him because he’s the only face left that she associates with being happy, with having the dad she used to know back, and her mom. He can’t say no to someone so small and so in need of help but is also scared he’ll end up like a mammon to her, so insists she knows he’s not her hero she can be her own hero.

Octavia, hugging him: Can I…stay with you? My parents are (sobs) I…don’t have anyone I can trust…no grown ups will be honest with me, you were the only person who made me feel happy and at home all my life.

Fizz, shaking like a cat, existential crisis, hands in air not wanting to make physical contact: I er uh um there there small child woman um?? Parenthood uh??? (He looks at Blitz for help) Listen sweetie you can’t just expect me to-

Via, tensing up and terrified when Blitz comes closer: NO!! Go away!! Keep that guy far away from me! He ruined my life!

Fizz now cradles her close to him and glares at B: OH so it looks like you’ve traumatised yet another child? What did you do now. Disgrace!! Don’t ever talk to me or my daughter ever again…uh what did you say your name was kid?

Octavia, happily smiling now she knows Fizz hates him too: Via

Fizz: My daughter Olivia!!

Octavia: Uh it’s Oct—never mind

Blitzo: YOUR WHAT? Fizz! You can’t just adopt this kid off the street like some kind of hero, she’s a royal demon, she’s practically an adult! she’s 17

Loona:

Blitz:

Blitz: That’s different.

Fizz, helping her leave: Cmon kid, I’ll rent an apartment for you. Hell even the entire building. And I’ll stay right down the hall. Not too close not too far. We can even stay in the pride ring if you want.

#helluva boss #fizzarolli #Octavia #Beetlejuice reference but it’s an actually nice gay clown and a goth lesbian daughter

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nevis-the-skeleton · 4 months

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Starscream had once been the Autobot's enemy, then their ally and they eventually learn the truth about who destroyed Cliffjumper. He left their home out of guilt, but they had found him. He expected imprisonment or death, and he was going to accept it.

Starscream had never expected to find himself in this position – being hugged by Optimus Prime, the leader of the Autobots. Starscream felt himself melting into the embrace, his body trembling with emotion.

'Why don't you hate me?' Starscream whispered, his voice breaking with tears. 'Why do you care?' Optimus pulled back slightly and looked into Starscream's optics with a gentle expression. 'Because I see the good in you, Starscream. I know there is more to you than your past actions.' Starscream couldn't believe what he was hearing. The Autobots were showing him compassion and understanding. He turned to face the other Autobots, his spark heavy with guilt and regret. 'Can't you berate me?' Starscream choked out, his voice filled with self-loathing. 'Isn't that fair? Where is your glare? Don't you dare leave our problems and pain on the shelf! Because if you don't hate me, I can't hate myself!' Tears streamed down Starscream's face as he looked at his former allies, expecting to be met with disdain and judgment. But instead, he found Arcee standing beside him, her hand extended towards him in a gesture of acceptance. Arcee took Starscream's hand in her own and looked at him with pain in her eyes... but also forgiveness and understanding.

Starscream wasn't a heartless monster, he was doing his job, but now he regrets all his horrible actions when he was a Decepticon. This is enough for Arcee. Starscream feels a tiny spark of hope.

'But that's why I need you,' Starscream said softly. 'You shatter my fear. 'Cause despite my misdeeds, you are still right here. Though it's stupid to forgive me, Arcee is willing to try. And if she doesn't hate me, then why should I?' Starscream was overwhelmed by the kindness and forgiveness that Arcee and the other Autobots were showing him. He could feel the weight of his past mistakes starting to lift from his shoulders. Maybe, just maybe, he could find redemption and forgiveness in the eyes of his family. ⭐⭐⭐

(This ISN'T a Starscream request, it's a gift for you!)

New gift ^^ ! Thank you X3 !

I also made a doodle comics of this scene : here

#tfp #transformers prime #starscream #transformers #maccadam #tfp starscream #autobots #gift #optimus #arcee #story gift #not mine #thanks lovely anon

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sapphicromanoffxo · 6 months

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Lucky Ones | vii. Due encounters

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff

Word count: 4,042

Warnings: mild fluff, angst, that's all

Summary: Part of Natasha has been revaled and Wanda struggleed to understand the newfound reality

A/N: i needed to get this off my chest so here it is. Uhh. Advance sorry?

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The days leading up to her birthday did a number on Natasha's mood, and it showed on how she berated her employees on their poor performance. Every now and then, she found herself pacing in her office, trying to calm down her overwhelming emotions. Could it be that she was trying to cover up her anxiety with anger instead? That had been her coping mechanism for years. No amount of therapy could pull her away from her ways.

One more thing made Natasha on edge. She was planning on telling Wanda the truth but couldn't find the courage to do so. Part of her was afraid of what Wanda's reaction would be to the fact that Natasha had been withholding vital information for months. Natasha's gaze frequently drifted to a polaroid picture on her desk, a snapshot of herself captured by Wanda, who had developed a sudden passion for photography, with Natasha as her muse.

There was an unsettling dynamic between them; Wanda possessed an uncanny ability to influence Natasha, bending her to her desires with a subtle power. Natasha, despite her reservations, complied reluctantly. The emotional ties between them left Natasha apprehensive about potential repercussions. Natasha hesitated to reciprocate Wanda's affection, no matter how genuine Wanda's feelings were. She was haunted by a nagging doubt that accepting Wanda's affections might lead to abandonment once the truth surfaced.

Natasha had found herself contemplating her emotions regarding Wanda ever since that fateful night when Wanda confessed her love. In truth, Wanda's affection felt like a comforting embrace Natasha hadn't realised she yearned for. Despite this, Natasha had a tendency to downplay her responses to expressions of love, a pattern that began with Melina's affection. From Melina's nurturing to Wanda's unwavering love, Natasha had been granted a second chance at a family that genuinely cared for her.

As Natasha immersed herself in thoughts about family, her office door swung open abruptly, revealing Yelena energetically barging in.

"Natalia! Happy birthday to you, happy to you!" Yelena embraced Natasha, singing in an annoying yet endearing manner. It's apparent that both of them are polar opposite since Yelena is a walking ray of sunshine while Natasha is a gloomy weather.

"Yel, it's not even my birthday yet and it's only Thursday. You're too advanced," Natasha quipped, rolling her eyes at her sister's antics.

"Oh hush. I can't wait for your celebration this Saturday. Mom had it all planned out and the kids are buzzing with excitement, too! Although they are only excited about the cake part and that's okay." Both women chuckled at Yelena's comments. She remembers how she and sister would fight over the last piece of cake when they were younger. They ended up not eating it at all since Alexie stole the cake while they were bickering.

The two women talked some more about their lives. Yelena is now a fashion designer and starting her own brand. She is the one who has been supplying Natasha's suits which Wanda adores so much.

After a while, Yelena bids her goodbye as she still has errands to run in the city and Natasha is back again with her gloomy mood.

After completing her afternoon class ahead of schedule, Wanda eagerly anticipated a visit to Natasha since she's been having a bad day at work. Intent on brightening Natasha's mood, Wanda concealed a bunch of pristine white tulips in her bag. As she approached the entrance of the building, a familiar voice called out her name, prompting her to turn around in surprise. "Yelena? Oh my god!"

Yelena enveloped Wanda in a warm hug. "Wanda! It's been ages. How have you been?"

"Things are good. I'm still in college and taking engineering."

"Really? I remember how passionate you were about engineering. I'm thrilled to hear you're making it happen!"

"Yeah, it's a wild ride, but I'm hanging in there."

"By the way, my sister is celebrating her birthday at the orphanage this Saturday. You should come and finally meet her!" Yelena had often spoken about her sister during their time in the orphanage, but Wanda had never had the chance to meet her. Back then, Yelena had been considered being adopted by the orphanage owner but chose to stay a bit longer with her friends before heading to New York.

"I'd love to come! It's high time I meet the sister you've always talked about, huh?"

"Absolutely! I'll introduce you, and you two can chat about your engineering stuff I guess."

Numbers have been exchanged before they went on their different ways. They have agreed on catching up and Yelena would pick up Wanda in her apartment on Saturday.

Wanda strode into the building, navigating her way to Natasha's office. Natasha's secretary offered a greeting and inquired about the reason for her visit. Wanda simply stated that Natasha had requested to see her and sought her assistance. Without further inquiry, she received the green light to enter Natasha's office.

As anticipated, Natasha was engrossed in her laptop, wearing a frown that swiftly faded upon spotting Wanda.

"Hey, I wasn't expecting you here, detka." Natasha pushed her chair back, inviting Wanda to sit on her lap for a warm greeting.

Naturally, Wanda complied, wrapping her arms around Natasha's neck. "I just wanted to see you and surprise you, I guess."

"Hmm. I really like this skirt of yours, sweetheart." Natasha's hands travelled down Wanda's legs, caressing the exposed skin.

Wanda chuckled at Natasha's boldness. "Natty, we're in your office!"

"And? It didn't stop us before. I remember how I bent you over that couch, and you loved every second of it."

Wanda suddenly stood up upon remembering the flowers in her bag. She retrieved them and had a shy look on her face when she gave them to Natasha. "For you."

Natasha struggled to suppress a blush, but her body betrayed her. "Baby, what's this for?"

"Nothing. I know you've been having tough days at work, and I wanted to make you feel better." Wanda settled herself onto Natasha's lap, noticing a small smile on Natasha's face – a positive sign.

"You didn't have to, but thank you. Just being with you makes me feel good." Natasha rested her head against Wanda's chest, attempting to conceal the warmth spreading across her face.

"You're welcome, Nat. I love you." Wanda's words stirred something in Natasha, prompting her to take a deep breath and broach a topic with Wanda.

"Do you have any plans this Saturday?"

"Uh, I'll be out with a friend. We haven't seen each other in a long time, so we're catching up this Saturday. Why? Do you have something in mind?"

Though disappointed, Natasha resisted the urge to persuade Wanda to stay with her. Instead, she smiled and replied, "That's alright. I won't be in New York, and I just wanted to know if you wanted to come with me. But it's okay. I'll be back right away anyway."

"Are you sure? I could accompany you if you'd like."

Natasha gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind Wanda's ear, her courage momentarily discarded. "No, no. It's fine. You have fun with your friend, okay?"

Saturday came, and Natasha's anxiety has skyrocketed at a different level. She wanted so badly to just blurt out everything and hope for the best. Being a coward and an idiot will get her nowhere. Wanda has been nothing but gentle and loving towards her, and deserves to know the truth but she can't find in herself to utter a single thing about it.

Wanda was about to leave when Natasha tugged her sleeve. Unable to articulate the depth of her feelings, she managed a simple, "Take care, okay? And keep me informed about where you're headed?"

"I will, Nat. You drive safely, too. Your speed limit is only 60 km/hr." Wanda said to her lover playfully, unaware of the storm that was happening on Natasha's head.

"That's too slow for me, baby. How about I push it to 80?"

"You're too bad! Please be careful, okay? I have to leave now. Bye!" With a peck on Natasha's cheek, Wanda left the apartment.

Natasha headed to the bedroom to dress, catching her reflection in the mirror. Whispering to herself, she said, "S dnem rozhdeniya tebya, Natalia." Happy birthday, Natalia.

Yelena wasted no time initiating a conversation as soon as she picked up Wanda. They delved into years of catching up, compensating for the time spent apart since their orphanage days.

"I enrolled in college; luckily, they accepted me despite the lack of educational requirements from our special education background. It was challenging, having to take multiple tests to meet their standards," Wanda shared.

"Must have been tough. And Pietro? Where's he now?" Yelena inquired.

"He got a scholarship in Michigan as a race track runner. I miss him; it's been a while," Wanda admitted.

"I can't imagine you two being apart. You were practically inseparable!"

"Yeah, it was tough when we decided to go our separate ways. We knew it would happen as we became adults and pursued different careers."

Their conversation flowed throughout the drive until they reached Westview, slightly delayed by traffic. Milena greeted and hugged them upon arrival, marveling at Wanda's growth. Pleasantries exchanged, preparations continued, and Wanda had the opportunity to meet the children.

Wanda had a moment of reflection on how Milena and this place provided safety and a fresh start for her and Pietro, Wanda felt a deep gratitude toward Milena for taking a chance on them and helping rebuild their lives.

"Yelena, your father will be arriving soon. Natalia will be accompanying him, so let's wrap this up," Milena instructed, orchestrating the surprise for the birthday celebration. The children, adorned with smiles and holding balloons, eagerly awaited the moment to astonish the birthday guest. Wanda, however, found herself unexpectedly nervous, unable to pinpoint a valid reason for her unease. She was about to finally meet Yelena's sister, someone she only knew through stories.

Reflecting back to when they were just 13 and 16 years old, Wanda and Yelena shared a unique bond that blossomed in the confines of the orphanage. Yelena's adoption notice at 16 marked the beginning of her new life, and she returned from meeting her adoptive family brimming with excitement about her soon-to-be sister. Yelena had painted a vivid picture of her sister: a college student pursuing a challenging course and is undeniably cool. These descriptions left Wanda with a twinge of jealousy, wanting her to have her own family and the security that came with it.

In those moments, Wanda yearned for the warmth of a family to come home to, a place where she could find solace and a sense of belonging. Although the prospect seemed distant, relegated to the past, Wanda had grown into adulthood, now pursuing her dreams and carving her path in her chosen career.

Wanda's momentary reverie was abruptly interrupted by the melodic chorus of the children singing the birthday song. The long-awaited guest had finally arrived, although the seconds seemed interminable to Wanda as she fixed her gaze on the approaching figure, which made her heart stop. The walk, the mannerisms—Wanda recognized them instantly. The world seemed to hold its breath as everyone erupted in excitement, but Wanda found herself rooted to the spot, unable to move.

Natasha. All she could see is Natasha. Natasha is Yelena's sister. The person she have heard stories for being cool. The person who have given her a place to stay, provided her needs, and ultimately, her lover. What are the odds of this happening from one in a million. It's like the world have played on both of them by being at the right place, at the right time.

Wanda's emotions spiraled in every direction, throwing her out of the loop of the present time. Happiness surged within her, the prospect of being with Natasha and celebrating together. But at the same time, a wave of anger and betrayal crashed over her. The realisation hit her hard—she had bared her soul, shared every facet of her life for the sake of transparency, yet she knew so little about Natasha. In Wanda's understanding, relationships were built on reciprocal openness, and this revelation stirred a heavy mix of conflicting emotions within her.

"Wanda! Hey, are you okay? We lost you there for a moment. Come on, let me introduce you to her." Yelena tugged at her arm, leading her toward Natasha.

"Talia! You remember my friend, Wanda?"

In that moment, Wanda felt her heart pause once again.

Natasha's gaze met Wanda's, and Wanda discerned a fleeting hesitation as recognition dawned in her eyes.

"I know her, Yelena. She works at our company part-time," Natasha remarked, avoiding any mention of their personal relationship, aware that this unexpected encounter was something neither Wanda nor she had anticipated.

In this instance, Wanda wished she could vanish, retreat to the hills, and never return.

"Oh bummer! What a small world, huh?"

Operating on autopilot, Wanda tried her best to keep her emotions at bay. The details of what happened afterwards were blurry for her. The celebration went on for hours and she deliberately avoided Natasha. She wondered how she could engage in a normal conversation without her emotions taking over? Choosing to remain close to herself, Wanda kept mostly quiet.

As the evening neared 6 o'clock, Milena extended an offer to Natasha. "Nat, you can stay here for the night if you want. Yelena will be here."

"No, I don't think so. I still have some things to finish for tomorrow. I'm sorry, Mom."

"Tomorrow is Sunday, Nat. That's all you do, so focused at work. Loosen up a bit." Alexei encouraged, hoping to persuade Natasha to stay the night. Despite his attempt, Natasha remained resolute.

"Dad, I know how to 'loosen up'. I just have a lot to do, that's all. I promise I will make it up to all of you next time. Okay?" Natasha compromised, realising the need for an impending conversation with Wanda, which is more important.

Yelena, eager to spend more time with her friend, turned to Wanda. "What about you, Wanda? You can stay here with us."

"I'm sorry, but I have to decline for now. I still need to work on my projects due next week," Wanda replied, a subtle acknowledgement passing between her and Natasha, both recognizing the unresolved tension.

"Well that's fine, Wanda." Milena reassured her and added "Natalia should drive you back to New York. Both of you should head down now before it gets dark."

The two women bid their farewells and made their way to the car, the atmosphere heavy with unspoken tension. It was suffocating and sickening. Wanda wanted to jump off the car but it wouldn't do any good. Neither dared to initiate a conversation, both opting for silence as they endured the awkward car ride.

Yet, someone had to break the silence and address the inevitable. "I know you have questions, and I will answer them once we reach home," Natasha finally spoke, setting the stage for the much-anticipated conversation.

"Did you know?" Wanda's question hung in the air, her gaze avoiding Natasha.

Natasha sighed heavily, her response measured, "Did I know what?"

"That I will be at your party?" Wanda's voice dripped with coldness, a version Natasha was unaccustomed to, a Wanda who couldn't even meet her eyes.

"No, I did not," Natasha admitted. The truth was, Yelena hadn't mentioned bringing her friend, and had she done so, the unfolding events might have taken a different turn.

"But have you known me for long?"

Natasha hesitated for a moment, a fleeting confirmation of Wanda's doubts. Eventually, she replied, "Yes."

The remainder of the ride passed in a heavy silence. Natasha was acutely aware of the tangled mess the situation had become. She found herself in a position where defense seemed futile, unable to offer a reasonable explanation to appease the situation.

Wanda got out of the car immediately and waited in the living room. She was mentally preparing herself for what's about to happen. She has so many questions! Questions that she never knew she will be asking to the person whom she loves the most. This could lead to two things and Wanda cannot fathom how devastating either endings are.

As the door clicked shut, Wanda wasted no time confronting Natasha, "Are you going to be truthful, or are you going to cover your ass here?"

"I am willing to answer whatever you ask. I owe you that. But I am asking for you to have an open mind," Natasha implored, attempting to maintain a semblance of calm between them. Wanda, visibly vibrating with anger, stood on the precipice of an emotional outburst. Natasha, prepared to weather the onslaught of Wanda's emotions, offered what little solace she could in that moment.

Wanda scoffed at Natasha's plea, "An open mind, you say? How can I have an open mind when I don't even know who you are? We've been dating for months, and I've just realized how little I know about you. I didn't even know who your parents were until now, your birthplace, your story, or even your birthday! Do you understand how messed up that is?"

"Wanda, I'm sorry—," Natasha began, but Wanda cut her off with a surge of frustration.

"No! Your apology means nothing! You're only sorry because you got caught. What if I hadn't run into Yelena and she didn't invite me? Would you continue lying to me?"

Admitting guilt, Natasha pleaded, "Yes, I've omitted important details about myself, but I swear I wouldn't lie to you. Please, you have to trust me."

Wanda, questioned Natasha's sincerity. "How long have you really known me?" The impending revelation filled Wanda with a sense of dread, sensing that the truth might be too hard to understand.

Natasha, resigned, took a seat on the couch, covering her face with her hands. The truth, she knew, would cause a chain reaction of nothing but damage. With a heavy sigh, she confessed, "I've known you since the day you moved into the orphanage."

Wanda felt the breath knocked out of her as she processed the weight of Natasha's revelation—eight years. Natasha knew her for that long and felt uncomfortable with this information.

"You've known me for eight years, we are dating for months now and you never thought to tell me?" Wanda's voice held a mix of betrayal and confusion.

Natasha, grappling with her own choices, responded, "I don't have a reasonable explanation, but believe me, I had planned to tell you."

Wanda, frustrated, demanded answers. "Why keep it a secret for so long? Why did it have to happen this way?"

"Because I was afraid of what your reaction was going to be! I was afraid that you would run off and leave once you knew the truth."

"That's not an excuse, at all! You were just protecting yourself but what about me? You have exposed me to something I have no knowledge about!" Wanda retorted sharply.

"I don't know how and when I was going to say it. I was scared, okay? You were the only good thing that is keeping me going and I don't want to lose you."

Silence.

An eerie silence stood between them and they try to comprehend what was going on at this present time. There's a lot to take in with everything that has just been said, and there is a lot more to tackle.

"What else do you want to tell me?" Wanda implored, eager to uncover every detail Natasha had to share.

Natasha hesitated before revealing, "Mom, Milena, mentioned that you and Pietro were leaving the orphanage for college. I knew it would be challenging as the education provided to you wouldn't meet university standards. So, I found a way to help both of you. I provided letters of recommendation to the universities you applied to. Pietro's went smoothly, but for your university, which had higher standards, I used every resource to ensure your acceptance including a sponsorship to them and it happened. I saw the potential in both of you so I helped."

Wanda couldn't believe what she was hearing. The college application she had diligently worked on was manipulated by someone else to guarantee her entry. She thought she had met every requirement, but now she realised she had been pushed into it without a hitch.

"Are you telling me this to appease me? That you're the reason my application was accepted? Am I supposed to find comfort in that?" Wanda's voice reflected a mix of confusion, frustration, and a sense of betrayal.

"I genuinely wanted to help. I had the means, so I did what I thought was right," Natasha quickly defended herself.

"So you're telling me this was all planned? To weave me into your life? For what? To be manipulated or played with just because you had the power to do it?" Wanda's voice conveyed a mix of disbelief and frustration.

"I'm not playing with you, Wanda."

"But I was a child back then, Natasha! You mean to tell me that you have been watching me since I moved into the orphanage?"

"No, that's not how it was. Whatever it is that you're trying to tell me or thinking is not it. There were no ulterior motives on my part. It was only when I was invited to your university as a guest speaker that I developed an interest in you. You have to believe me. Please." Natasha's explanation carried a sense of urgency, a plea for understanding in the midst of the chaos that had unfolded.

Another silence has enveloped two of them. Only Wanda's heavy breathing and Natasha's sighs echoed in the room.

"I didn't even know your name," Wanda whispered as she sat at the other end of the couch, her words loud enough for Natasha to hear.

"My name is Natalia Alianovna Romanova," Natasha conceded. There was no hiding it now that the truth had been unveiled about their situation.

"Your name is beautiful." Wanda's sincere words hung in the air. Natasha chose not to respond, uncertain about how their relationship would proceed after tonight.

"Feel free to rest on my bed; I'll take the couch. It's been a long day for both of us and you must be tired. Take some time for yourself. If you feel like talking more, we can do it in the morning, only if you're comfortable." Natasha extended the offer, hoping to further open herself to Wanda, one step at a time, as long as Wanda wanted to be with her.

Wanda rose from her seat, heading toward their room, seeking space. Both needed the distance to process what just happened. Wanda desperately wanted to believe in Natasha and her reasons, but her mind was clouded with anger, confusion, and betrayal. To top it all, she's having all these doubts. How could she be certain Natasha wasn't playing with her? Considering the lengths Natasha had gone for her, the possibility of manipulation loomed large.

Sleep was not in store for the two of them. Wanda ended up crying for hours, thinking about Natasha. She loves her so much but could not accept her explanations that easily. She has been bombarded with information however it felt inadequate somehow. This emotional distance was unfamiliar to Wanda, yet within it, she yearned for the comforting warmth Natasha had extended. The desire to crawl to Natasha, to feel the reassurance of her embrace, lingered strongly. But she can't let her longing betray her.

Meanwhile, Natasha decided to have a nightcap because she knew sleep wouldn't come easily. Her thoughts were all over the place, jumping between her past, present, and future. Amidst the uncertainties, one thing remained clear – she couldn't afford to lose Wanda. The younger woman had carved a meaningful space within Natasha, and the desire to keep her close was overwhelming. However, Natasha understood that she couldn't hold onto someone who might want to go. Even though her feelings were strong, Natasha realised that Wanda's well-being was more important than her own.

Natasha started at the moon, just like she used to do when she was younger and asked "Mom, will it get better?"

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