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vanteguccir · 22 days

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Academic Validation | Chris Sturniolo

Chris Sturniolo x reader

Summary: Amid relentless academic pressure, Y/N finds herself consumed by the desperate pursuit of perfection in her college. Her obsession with validation leads her to neglect her own basic needs until a sudden accident forces her to confront the reality of her situation, receiving the complete help and support of her boyfriend, Chris.

Warning: Comparison, crying, dark thoughts, fainting.

Requested?: Yes, by @sturniolowhore

Author's note: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism, copy, or "inspiration"! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

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Y/N sat at her desk in the corner of her shared room with Chris, surrounded by mountains of books, papers, and her laptop, whose screen glowed brightly in the semi-darkness of the room. The clock on the wall showed 2 a.m., but for her, time had lost all meaning.

The sound of Chris' light snores, who was sleeping soundly in the bed just a few meters away from the girl, sounded muffled against her ears. She had tried to sleep, really, but sleep wouldn't come at all, and when Y/N was sure that her boyfriend had finally slept, she was able to get up.

Her mind was totally immersed in study. Every cell in her body focused on absorbing every detail of the laws, the precedent cases, and the doctrines. She was obsessed with academic validation, an incessant compulsion to be the best in her law school, not because she wanted to be better than others, but to show herself that she was capable of something.

The pressure to achieve excellence was overwhelming. Every time a score was posted, her heart raced in anticipation, and each less-than-perfect mark was a stab at her already fragile self-esteem.

Y/N never felt like she was enough, no matter how hard she worked or how well she did. There was always that underlying fear of not being good enough, of not living up to other people's expectations and, even worse, her own unrealistically high expectations.

Days and nights melted into a haze of books and coffee as she sank deeper and deeper into her quest for perfection. She found herself studying until the early hours of the morning, neglecting her basic needs.

Eating had become a sporadic activity, limited to quick and insufficient snacks. Drinking water was a luxury she couldn't afford to waste time on. Taking a shower or even going out to get some sun was completely out of the question.

Her body began to show signs of abandonment, her eyes sunken and tired, her skin pale and lifeless. The dark circles that adorned her face were like badges of honor, marking the sleepless nights and days of incessant study.

But Y/N ignored all the signs.

She was determined not to be overcome by her own limits, even if it meant sacrificing her physical and mental health in the process.

Chris, worried, tried in vain to bring a little normality to her life. He watched from afar every day, helpless in the face of the web of obsession that enveloped Y/N.

He would try to talk to her, sometimes even begging Matt to do so - his brother had a way with words, but she would always evade it, sinking deeper into her bubble of study and self-denial.

Y/N didn't want to worry him, didn't want to admit she was losing control. She was determined to face this battle alone, no matter the cost.

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The clock on the wall read almost 9 pm of a Tuesday, and Y/N was still locked in her shared room with Chris, immersed in a sea of books and papers. Her desk was a chaotic mess, with crumpled papers and several tabs open on Google on her laptop, each representing a different subject that she was desperately trying to absorb. Her hand hurt from writing so much, her eyes burned from reading so much, and her body was weak from the time she had spent there.

Chris entered the room for the fifth time that day, carrying a glass of water in one hand and a pink plate with a simple sandwich in the other. His heart sank when he saw Y/N's state, her tense and exhausted expression, her almost obsessive determination to continue studying, ignoring everything else.

His blue eyes traveled across the mess of the table slowly, noticing the plate of Y/N's favorite cookies, which he had brought hours earlier, still untouched, and he swore he felt his heart break again.

"Hi babe... Here, you need to eat something." The boy approached cautiously, trying not to scare her. His voice sounded softly, showing her the plate with the sandwich.

Y/N looked down at the ceramic, her tired eyes reflecting a mix of stubbornness and exhaustion.

"I... I need to keep studying." She murmured, shaking her head, her voice weak and shaky. "I have an important test, Chris. I can't stop now."

Chris felt a wave of frustration and anger rise up inside him. He knew how important that test was for Y/N - and all the others she studied incessantly, but he also knew that she was pushing her limits. He refused to stand by and watch as she destroyed herself.

“Y/N, you can’t go on like this.” He insisted, his voice rising slightly with urgency. "You need to rest, you need to eat, you need to do something besides studying!"

"I can't, Chris. I can't stop now. I need to..." Y/N shook her head determinedly, keeping her blurry eyes fixed on the papers in front of her.

Chris sighed heavily, dropping the plate and cup onto the wooden surface with a thud, his own frustration spilling over into angry tears.

“You’re destroying yourself, Y/N.” He murmured, his voice choked by the weight of his own emotions. "And I can't stand here and watch it anymore."

With that, Chris turned and left the room, leaving a very lost Y/N behind, her teeth biting her lower lip hard in an attempt to stop her feelings from taking over herself, an atmosphere full of tension and despair taking over the environment.

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Then came the day when her body finally said enough was enough.

It was 2 a.m., and Y/N was sitting at her desk as usual when a wave of exhaustion hit her with full force. She felt dizzy, her vision blurred, and her hands shook uncontrollably. The world around her seemed to fall apart as she fought to stay conscious.

The girl gripped the edge of the wooden surface tightly, trying to stabilize herself, but the force used was almost nil, her fingers sliding across the table and her arms falling limply. Her senses gradually disappeared, causing her body to bend to the right until she completely collapsed, escaping the safety of the chair.

The sound of Y/N's body hitting the floor made Chris jump out of bed in instant fright. The boy sat up abruptly, his sleep-clouded eyes traveling around the room in search of the source of the rude sound. His heart raced with panic when he saw his girlfriend lying on the floor, motionless.

Chris ripped the blanket off his body, quickly standing up and running to her, ignoring his own confusion and worry flooding his mind.

"Y/N! Y/N, baby, wake up!" He shouted, desperate, as he knelt beside her, pushing the pink gaming chair away.

With shaking hands, he checked her breathing and pulse, relieved to find that she was still breathing. Carefully, Chris turned her onto her side, briefly remembering when Nick told him that this was the correct procedure to do when a person suddenly passed out. His wide blue eyes ran frantically over her body as he silently counted the seconds in his mind.

Relief flooded him as he saw Y/N begin to regain consciousness, her eyes blinking slowly as she tried to understand where she was.

"Chris? What... what happened?" She murmured, her voice weak and her brow furrowed in confusion, her right hand rising from its limp position and reaching towards her head, pressing against the side, a pained expression spreading across her face.

Chris ignored her question momentarily, lowering himself to her level and pulling her into a hug tightly, sighing deeply as he repeated in his mind that she was there, alive and fine.

"You passed out, sweetheart. I heard the noise and... Oh God, Y/N, I thought you had..." The tears - which the boy barely noticed coming into his eyes - began to flow freely down his cheeks, his heart aching at the thought of the possibility of losing her.

His thoughts self-sabotaged him, making him feel guilty, he felt that he should have realized sooner - despite all the countless attempts to try to bring her out of her bubble, that he should have done something to prevent her from getting to that extreme point.

Y/N slowly sat up with the support of Chris's hands after he backed away, still feeling weak and bewildered.

Upon hearing her boyfriend's words, she felt her own eyes fill with tears, the accumulated emotions overflowing into a torrent of anguish and despair.

"I'm sorry, babe. Fuck- I'm so sorry. I... I can't do this anymore, Chris." A sob escaped her throat roughly, her voice choked with crying. "I'm destroying myself because of my own expectations. I... I don't know what to do anymore." She whispered, lowering her gaze to the ground, trapping her lower lip between her teeth in an attempt to stop the ugly sounds that wanted to escape in an avalanche. "Oh my God, I hurt you."

Chris held her gently, pulling her to lay her head on his shoulder, cradling her in his arms like a baby while they were still on the floor, unburdening herself of all her worries and fears. He listened intently to her ranting, his heart clenched by the pain Y/N was facing alone.

“Hey, hey, baby, don't do this to yourself. You’re not alone in this, Y/N.” Chris murmured, gently kissing the top of her head. "I'm here, always have been and always will be. I promise we'll get through this, love."

"I'm so sorry, Chris." The girl murmured, lifting her gaze from the ground and focusing on the brunette's orbs, wondering how he still allowed himself to love and help her so much, even after causing him such worries and fear.

Chris shook his head, silently reassuring her that everything was fine. He pulled his girl's pink chair towards them, slowly lifting himself so as not to hurt her and sitting on the plush seat, before guiding Y/N onto his lap, sitting her sideways on his thighs and laying her face on his shoulder, his mind working hard to come up with an idea to help Y/N find a healthy balance between her academic aspirations and her personal well-being.

"Why don't we establish a more realistic study plan, hm? With time to rest and all the self-care that will be good for you, I'll help you." The brunette whispered, looking down anxiously, hoping she could understand his point. "We can also seek professional help, a therapist, who will help you deal with your emotions and anxieties. If you want, I can participate in all the sessions with you."

Y/N looked at Chris with gratitude in her teary eyes. She knew it wouldn't be an easy journey, but with Chris's loving support by her side, she felt a spark of hope light up in her heart.

"Would you do that for me?" Her voice came out in a broken whisper, her heart warming at his sweet words.

"I'll be right by your side, my love. Always." Chris responded without blinking.

He lowered his head, sealing the top of Y/N's hair for long seconds, stroking the area with his nose lightly. His hands wrapped tightly around her body, keeping her secure in his lap and against his own body, before beginning to draw invisible circles with his fingers against her covered back.

"Sleep, sweet girl. I'll be here when you wake up. Everything will be alright."

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owliellder · 8 months

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The Finer Details

Post DI! Leon Kennedy x Painter f! Reader

MDNI 18+

(Session 1, Session 2, Session 3, Session 4, Session 5, The Reveal)

Description: Leon realizes that retirement is in his best interest now that he's getting older. All of his accomplishments as an agent mean he's truly earned a painting to commemorate..

Warnings: Not Proofread, Age gap! (reader is anywhere between mid-late 20's and Leon is 40), Porn w/ Plot, Use of she/her pronouns, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Alcoholism, mentions of trauma/PTSD/depression, P in V smut (wrap it NEOW), Leon cries during sex 💔

Tags: Older Leon Kennedy, Younger afab!Reader, Leon is SAD but he is your muse, Crying, mentions of Leon masturbating, starts off with Dom! Leon and Sub! Reader, falls into switch territory because that man needs some serious TLC, Praise kink, Hickeys, Handjob, Nipple play, Oral sex (m! and f! receiving), and a heavy dose of Aftercare

Author Note: You know how each president of the U.S. gets a painting at the end of their term? I'm thinking like that. Plus, my favorite hobby is recreating renaissance art, so I figured this was a good fit (hopefully).

Cross posted onto AO3

Session 1: The Sketches

It was late at night when Leon made his decision to retire fully.

He had gotten home over an hour ago from reviewing mountains of paperwork, most of which pertained to missions that other agents have gone on or will be going on.

Younger agents. More energized agents.

The fact that he hadn't gone on a full mission since San Francisco was driving him up the wall. But that's what he wanted. He requested to hang back the last two years.

Both Chris and Claire had fully retired themselves right after San Fran, Claire being the first to retire to focus on her growing family with Chris following suit only a few months later. Jill was still around, but she was doing similar work that Leon was, only she was in a completely different department which was states away.

Of course Leon still talked with them all as regularly as possible, he'd go insane if he didn't, especially with Claire having a couple kids now. He wasn't the greatest with children, but it was refreshing seeing his friends achieve such normalcy. He wanted them to have the best life they could away from everything.

Having turned 40 a few some months ago, Leon was having a bit of a mid-life crisis. The mission to San Francisco a couple years ago had made him realize just how much toll the job itself had taken on his body. After being assessed and allowed home a few nights after returning from the mission, his body ached; joints creaking, back nearly thrown, just... tired.

Don't get him wrong, he was always tired after missions, but this was different. This wasn't just the regular aches and pains he dealt with after being tossed around like a rag doll, this was age.

Deep in his mind, Leon was still that 21 year old boy in Raccoon City. He never got the chance to properly grieve and move on, his mind forever changed by that event. Mentally, he was stuck there and had been this entire time.

It had taken the man this long to truly recognize the fact that he's older now. He's not that boy from Raccoon City anymore. He hadn't been in a long time.

What was he do to now? Leon had wanted so badly to serve and protect the people, but not like this. Not like he has for the past 29 years.

He spent his most formative years fighting unimaginable horrors, watching people suffer, watching people die. You don't just come back from something like that.

And unlike the friends he's managed to keep close, Leon didn't have someone he trusted. Hell, he barely trusted himself most days.

So now here he was, sitting drunk in his shower with his legs pulled up to his chest, his arms resting atop his knees while the water pelted down on him, silently mulling over everything he's ever seen and done during his time as an agent.

The water had grown cold at this point, Leon having quickly lost track of how long he was sitting spaced out like that for. Thankfully, he'd already cleaned himself before he ended up sitting down, so the hardest part now was just standing back up to get himself back out.

It took him a couple more minutes before he finally hoisted himself up with a tired groan, both his knees popping from being stuck in position for such a lengthy amount of time.

Once out of the shower, towel loosely wrapped around his waist, Leon stared at himself in the mirror; busy studying the crow's feet on both outer corners of his eyes as well as the prominent bags sitting under them, the smile line around his mouth, his now brown hair, the stubble on his face and neck that's he's neglected to shave, and just how exhausted he looked.

How has he never noticed any of this before? Why's he look so different now?

Settling into bed after this brutal realization was a tough task. The man followed his nightly routine of taking four Tylenol and two of his prescription sleep meds before setting his a/c 65 degrees Fahrenheit. He learned quickly many years ago that tossing and turning at night would make him overheat and sweat.

But tonight, nothing Leon did could ease that sinking feeling in his chest, that feeling of unfulfillmemt and shame weighing on him more than ever before.

The poor man barely slept at all last night, hangover evident by the way he was still slightly uneven on his feet as he leaned over the center island in his kitchen, head between his forearms while his hands sat clasped together.

Leon knew what he had to do. He's been feeling it ever since Chris and Claire made their departure, but it was so easy to deny. How was he suppose to give up the one thing that made him important? Sure the stress of his work was heavily tasking on the mind and body, but it's what gave him purpose. He felt useful doing what he did.

The man showed up for work late that day, barely having managed to dress himself. He didn't know exactly who to go to in this scenario, but everyone seemed surprised that the Leon Kennedy would show up for work in some ratty t-shirt and grey sweatpants. The stares were making him incredibly uncomfortable and he was quickly regretting showing up at all.

After sitting in his own office for awhile to avoid the looks and whispers, Leon eventually sauntered over to his superior's office, an almost solemn look on his face as he let himself in after knocking.

Needless to say, Leon was relieved his superior knew this was coming. Slightly offended, but relieved nonetheless.

It had been a long time coming, and it was only a matter of time before Leon threw in the towel, especially since he was now just working behind the scenes instead of on the frontline.

He was allowed to return home for the rest of the day if he wanted to, which Leon quickly took. He really didn't want to be in that building for much longer.

As soon as he returned home he went right back to drinking. And as ashamed as he is to admit, he even cried a little, half empty whiskey bottle in one hand while the other was clenched tightly into a fist as he gripped the pant leg of his sweats.

There wasn't anyone Leon could talk to about this. Chris and Claire had their own respective partners to come home to after retirement, but Leon? Leon had nothing besides a dingy and cold two bedroom house with only the basics inside, including his alcohol cabinet.

The man didn't even give himself time to date, only the occasional one night stand with randoms from the bar. He was too afraid that he would endanger anyone he allowed into his life like that, not to mention he'd been betrayed one too many times to trust in someone that way again. It was his way of keeping himself and everyone else safe.

The therapists he was assigned throughout the years all had the same concern regarding his love life, and deep down Leon was just as concerned, but he rationalized it with that hero complex he developed.

But he just couldn't rationalize it anymore. Leon was alone. He was alone, sad, and afraid.

About a month after Leon's retirement was processed and announced, word spread quickly throughout numerous government branches. There was a celebration set up at the White House to honor his service as a field agent.

The President had separated him and Leon from the party to slowly walk through the many hallways in the building. The old man could tell just how bothered the now ex-agent was by his retirement, so he figured now would be the best time to talk to him about his final task.

"You know," The President spoke up after a couple minutes of the two walking in silence, prompting Leon to slowly turn his head to listen. "I'm sure you've heard it so many times tonight, but you truly were one of the best agents I've ever seen."

Leon chuckled quietly, shaking his head a bit at the compliment. He had heard it a lot tonight, but obviously it was different coming from him.

"I'm serious. This county, probably the entire world, would've been in shambles if not for your hours spent." The President continued, slowing his walking to a stop.

"It means more than you know." Leon responded simply, voice a bit gravelly from the few drinks he's had. He took a couple steps more before stopping as well, turning around to face the prominent old man.

The President sighed, giving him a sympathetic smile while nodding. They stood in silence for a brief moment before the old man spoke up again, pointing lazily down the hall. "Follow me, I've got something I want to show you."

From there, the two wandered further down the halls until eventually reaching one hall that had lights more centered towards the walls, highlighting the picture frames that sat evenly spaced out amongst them.

Leon seemed a tad confused until he was able to focus on the first painting they walked by. He knew each president got a portrait painted after their full term was served, but the man in this painting wasn't a past president.

He stopped walking to stand in front of the painting, admiring the details it had before glancing down at the bottom of the elegant frame, a placard reading a name he didn't recognize. What he did recognize, though, was the word Agent that sat in front of the man's name.

While zoned into the placard, Leon didn't register the gentle hand that had been clasped on his shoulder, the President's voice breaking through his trance. "For as long as there's been bioweapons, we've had agents fighting to stop them. But only a few agents have truly outdone themselves. Agents like you."

Leon blinked a couple times before turning his head to look at the hand on his shoulder, eyebrows furrowed. He wasn't quite understanding what he was saying.

The President took his silence as a cue to continue, his sympathetic smile turning into a happier one as he gently tugged Leon's shoulder to get him to start walking again. "The D.S.O. has produced some of the greatest agents since Benford created it back in 2011. You were amazing before, but you've outdone yourself time and time again."

Leon still wasn't quite understanding, really only half listening as he kept his eyes trained to the numerous portraits of agents as he slowly passed them.

The two stopped in front of the last painting in the hallway, only a few spots away from leading into another hallway. It was Chris and Claire in this painting. Chris was sitting down in a chair while Claire stood next to him, hand resting on back of it, both of them smiling.

He studied the painting for a minute longer before whipping his head around to face the President, who was still smiling, as the realization slowly settling in.

"I-" Leon struggling to speak, glancing back at the painting before quickly looking back at the old man standing next to him.

The President simply nodded his head, smile widening with a gentle laugh. "Right. The painting process takes a bit of time, but I think you've more than earned this."

The ex-agent had so many questions. Firstly, why hadn't Chris or Claire mentioned this? But more importantly, he gets to have his own portrait painted?

"The painter knows all about you. She's excited to meet you." The President started down the hall again, Leon not far behind, still stuttering out nonsense as he attempted to form even a sentence. "I'll give you the information you need to get started with her. I have it written down back in my office."

A painting?

A painting. A painting for him. A painting to honor him. What?

Leon was once again sat on his couch, blankly staring at the small business card with a date and time written on it in pen. He'd read the info on the card so many times already, wanting to make sure he got absolutely nothing wrong.

Apparently he didn't have to call and confirm, all he had to do was show up to this random address at a specific date and time, which was soon. In a couple days kind of soon. Also, he thought he was reading the time wrong, but no, it was four in the morning, not four in the afternoon. What an odd and rather inconvenient time.

Even after memorizing the business card front to back, Leon would be lying if he said he didn't forget about meeting up with this mystery painter. He'd been rather aloof the past couple months, it was hard to pull himself out of that funk. He'd been staying up late and sleeping in even later, so hitting snooze on his alarm a good few times was just muscle memory at this point.

It was almost 5am when he realized where he was suppose to be, eyes shooting open as he yanked himself out of bed, desperately trying to clean himself up enough to be at least presentable.

The man was mentally chastising himself the entire drive. It was a short drive, which he was surprised by, and the building seemed quaint; red brick with large windows that sat on what looked like either a second or third floor.

He parked his bike right near what he assumed was the main door, pulling off his motorcycle helmet before knocking and waiting.

The last thing Leon was expecting was you to unlock and open that door; young and pretty, so pretty...

"Mr. Kennedy?" You asked, eyebrows raised slightly with a small smile. He nodded, just barely noticeable, reaching a gloved hand up to wipe at his eyes as he caught himself staring.

Your smile only widened at his nod, stepping aside to allow him into walk in. It took him a minute to realize you were still talking, shaking his head out to refocus himself.

"-again, really, no need to worry about being late. I was trying to work with your schedule but I should've known it's changed up a bit by now, right?" You lead him up a set of narrow stairs, though he was mostly following the smell of your perfume. It was such a light smell but he definitely picked up on it.

You opened a door immediately to the left of the stairs, letting Leon follow you inside. The sun was just starting to rise, shining through the large windows in the open room.

The place was cluttered, yet organized. Crowded, but that just made it all the cozier to Leon. His house was bare and lacked any sort of personality, but this... this place was covered in you.

"I'm glad you like it in here." You said in a quiet voice, looking up at him as he took in your workspace. He was smiling ever so slightly, which you mimicked with a smile of your own. "I try to make it welcoming in here, my apartment is the same way.."

Your voice trailed off as you walked over to a mostly put together set up near the back of the room where the only wall without windows sat. There was a chair sitting close to the wall, the same chair Chris was sitting in for his portrait with Claire, along with your easel sitting empty a few feet away.

Leon stood frozen, only moving his head around as he took everything in. He followed you with his eyes as you fumbled around with something, eventually producing a blank 24" x 36" canvas that was still wrapped in thin plastic.

His mouth made an 'o' shape as he pulled himself from his small trance once again, beginning to slowly make his way over to the set up you've made. He placed his helmet down on the floor beside the chair.

After placing the canvas on the easel, you walked back over to where you'd gotten the canvas from before grabbing a heavily used sketchbook. It was a large one, the paper a light brown instead of white.

Leon had only just realized that there was a faint sound of some form of classical music playing from somewhere in the room, glancing around for speakers before looking back over at you.

"I'm not getting started today, we're a couple steps away from that, so don't worry about appearance just yet." You said softly with a breathy laugh, quickly making your way back over to where he stood next to the plush chair in your setup, his hand feeling over the worn maroon fabric.

Leon nodded silently, moving to sit down once you requested he did, furrowing his eyebrows as he watched you drag over a small table. You worked fast, that's for sure.

Eventually, you'd set up a little tabletop easel to sit on the table you'd dragged in front of him, grabbing your swivel chair to sit in as you placed your sketchbook on the easel, open to a blank page.

"I just need to get some basic ideas of your facial structure since that's most important when it comes to these kinds of paintings. You're gonna be wearing a nice tuxedo when I do the second- no, third sketch for the final painting, but this is just for me to get a feel for you and vise versa." You rambled quickly, pulling out a pencil from one of your pockets before fully sitting down on the chair, bringing your legs up to sit criss cross.

"Uh.. Alright..." Leon responded, clearing his throat a bit. He didn't really understand what you'd said, you spoke a little too fast for his tired brain to keep up, but it seemed like whatever you were doing was necessary so he just rolled with it.

He was left a little speechless again at how you just began sketching, glancing up to his face and down to the page you were working on over and over. "...do you need me to, I don't know, pose or something?"

The way you kept looking at him was making feel a little uneasy. Granted he's never been in this sort of situation before, this whole process was very unfamiliar to him.

"No, no. You can move your head around and stuff. Get comfortable." You waved off, eyes wrinkling as you smiled at him. Leon nodded again, deciding to take the opportunity to look around your workspace again.

It really was a cozy space. Full of color and life, even the curtains you had lining the windows offered so much pattern and detail to the room. The back of the room where the two of you sat was more cluttered with less decor, but the front of the room was a whole different story with those massive floor pillows, blankets of all sorts strewn about, that big fluffy looking area rug, it was all so... homey. It was even inspiring him to decorate his own house a bit.

The sound of your pencil scribbling on paper and the faint sound of the classical music playing was all Leon could hear for awhile, eventually letting out an anxious sigh before beginning to talk. "So... a painter, huh..?"

"Oh yeah, I've been doing this since I was little. Obviously I wasn't that good back then, but I really improved after high school." You immediately responded, voice a little louder than his. Clearly the topic excites you. "If you want, I can hand you one of my other sketchbooks to look at while I do my thing over here?"

Leon patted his hands against the arms of the chair before nodding to the side, pursing his lips slightly. "Mm, sure. Let's see what ya got.."

As soon as he agreed, you stood up and shuffled over to the corner of the room where some desks sat arranged in a makeshift cubicle. You opened a drawer and pulled out a couple sketchbooks, still as raggedy as the one you were using now.

Walking back over, you carefully handed them to him, which he slowly took after meeting your eyes for a brief moment.

Once you made your way back to your chair, he placed both sketchbooks into his lap, opening up the one on top first. The man flipped through them silently as you began to sketch him out again.

You'd zoned into your work, adding just a bit of shading to your sketches to help emphasis some features when Leon cleared his throat again. You leaned to the side to look at him, your smile quickly returning when you saw his baffled expression.

"These are... wow, okay, how old are you?" Leon asked, head jerking upwards to meet your gaze once more. You just giggled in response, using the pencil as a fidget before returning to sketching.

"Sorry-uh, I don't mean to come off as rude or anything, but to be honest, I was expecting you to be some old lady when I saw the portraits you've done." Leon was quick to try and explain, probably misinterpreting your lack of response for unease.

Your giggle turned to a small laugh, leaning to the side once more to look at the man. "Well, I'm glad I could surprise you a bit. Hopefully I don't look old."

Leon groaned and wiped his hand down his face. "Again, sorry. Didn't mean to imply." He shook his head and looked back down at the two sketchbooks sitting in his lap, continuing to flip through them.

It was only a couple hours until you decided you got a good enough feel for drawing his face. Grabbing the sketchbook, you stood up, pencil still in hand, looking down at the sketches you made as you slowly walked over to him.

The man noticed you standing up, quickly moving to close the sketchbooks you'd given him in favor of seeing your new sketches.

"I... I think this'll be enough today. I don't want to keep you too long." You said, handing him the sketchbook. Leon took it from you, careful not to smudge anything as he finally got to see what you've been doing for the past two hours.

He furrowed his eyebrows as he studied the sketches you'd made of his face, seeing all the different angles, even the smile, how'd you get his smile?

You seemed to grow nervous the longer he stared at your sketchbook in silence, his intense look making it seem as if he didn't really like them. "Are they... Are they okay?"

Leon jostled the sketchbook a bit in his hands before standing up, now towering over you as he kept his eyes on the paper. "Just okay? These are beyond amazing."

You let out a small breath you didn't notice you were holding, heat rushing to your cheeks as you smiled at his compliment. "Oh, thank you.. I'm sorry, normally sketches don't take this long but it was stressed to me that your portrait was very important so I wanted to get everything as perfect as I could.."

"Seriously, you're a mad woman if you think these wouldn't be good." Leon chuckled, handing the sketchbook back to you. He kept his eyes trained on you, even after you turned to look down and close the sketchbook. Only a fool would miss that blush on your cheeks, it looked good on you.

"Anyways, when should I come back for the next.. uh..." Leon paused, crossing his arms loosely as he struggled to think of the word.

Luckily, you finished the sentence for him. "Session. Again, this painting's importance was stressed to me a lot, so probably the next time you're available?" You talked while you shifted the small table back to where it had originally sat under one of the numerous windows, tossing the sketchbook down on the chair cushion.

"Alright, since it's importance has now been stressed to me as well, I can probably clear up some stuff in my schedule. How's tomorrow sound?" Obviously, Leon had a completely free schedule, but you didn't need to know that.

"Tomorrow works great! The sooner the better!" You laughed, placing a gentle hand on his bicep as you walked past him to grab a sticky note. "I'll give you my personal number, just let me know when you're thinking of coming over and I'll meet you here, okay?"

Leon looked at your number before pocketing the note, nodding his head with a smile of his own. "Sounds good. Same way out?" He pointed to the door that you brought him in through, bending down to pick up his motorcycle helmet right after.

You confirmed with a thumbs up, now drinking water from your water bottle as you'd forgotten too while focused on drawing. You felt bad for not offering him any water while he was here, but you won't forget next time.

The man gave you a curt wave before leaving the room, quietly shutting the door behind himself.

You had to admit, you've worked with a very small handful of agents since it takes a lot for them to earn their own portrait, but Leon Kennedy had to be the one of the most handsome men you've ever worked with. Maybe even one of the most handsome men you've ever seen.

Lucky you pay attention to detail, cause you definitely didn't see a ring on his finger.

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sunny44 · 25 days

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Heyy! Can I request a lando imagine with a volleyball player s/o??

-🐧 anon

Thank you for the request, I’m not sure I did what you wanted but I did my best.

Even though I didn’t like it 😅

The last game

Pairing: Lando Norris x girlfriend!reader

Warnings: none.

Summary: Lando goes to your final game.

The court was pulsating with the energy of the fans. The stands were filled with people wearing Y/n’s team colors, wishing for her team’s victory. In the midst of the crowd, I managed to find a discreet spot, away from curious eyes.

I didn’t want to be noticed, not today.

Today was her day, and I didn’t want to steal the spotlight from her and the other girl’s.

I sat in the front rows with her family, watching Y/n intently as she warmed up in the middle of the court. My heart was racing, blending with the crowd’s pulse.

I knew how important this game was for her and how much she had trained and dedicated herself to get there.

As the minutes passed, I allowed myself to get lost in my thoughts, reminiscing about the moments we shared together, the highs and lows, the victories and defeats.

Because even though they were different sports, they were still so similar.

Everything is based on the same thing, winning or losing.

But this game was different, this game represented everything she had worked so hard to achieve.

When the referee’s whistle echoed through the court, I found myself immersed in the heat of the competition. The players ran across the court, each point contested with fervor, and I could feel the tension in the air.

As the game progressed, I realized how determined Y/n was.

Her movements were precise, her concentration unwavering. She was in her element, playing with passion and determination.

As the scoreboard neared the end, the tension in the gym reached its peak. Every point contested was crucial, every move would decide the fate of the game.

And then, finally, the decisive moment arrived.

With the final serve, Y/n boldly launched the ball into the air. Silence fell over the court, everyone holding their breath. And then, with a deafening roar, the ball found the ground on the opposite side of the court.

Practically the entire place erupted in celebration, and her family and I stood up, cheering and celebrating.

It was then that her father called me to go down to the court where she was, and after hugging her family, she ran to me because I was further away.

“You’re amazing, my love.” I hugged her and kissed her.

“Thank you, Lan. But I’m all sweaty.”

“I don’t mind, you kiss me and hug me all sweaty and covered in champagne.” She smiles and holds my face, kissing me again.

“I’m so happy we won, but it’s still kind of unbelievable.” She smiles excitedly. “I’m so glad you’re here!”

“I’ll always be here for you, Y/n. You were amazing throughout the game.”

“Thank you.” She kisses me again. “My dad wanted to go out to celebrate, but besides the fact that it’s freezing outside, I’m too tired. What do you think about going home to eat burgers in bed?”

“I think it’s a great idea.” I hold her face and leave a kiss on her forehead.

“Well, I’m going to take a shower and change before we leave.”

I waited near the exit with a beanie, and over it, the hood of my sweatshirt so that no one would see me, and thankfully it worked. I felt her holding my hand and we headed towards my car.

“Are you serious about driving a McLaren? Weren’t you trying to be discreet?” She laughs.

“Well, it was either the McLaren or the Lamborghini.” She laughed, rolled her eyes, and then we went home.

Bonus scene!

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“Today was my baby’s last game of the season and guess what? She won!!!!”

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blackopals-world · 11 months

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I Found Home

Part 4

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 5)(Part 6)(Part 7)(Part 8)

Implied relationship

Notes: Spellchecked? No. I'm tired.

Azul

"The Boss"

Yuu knows that kids like any person require patience and she has patience. But her nightly struggles with Grimm were more than the average parent.

Grimm didn't like water, baths especially. In the past, he had never even had hot water. He didn't like undressing either and being exposed to open air. Also understandable. Bath time was a perfect storm of things he hated and every time Yuu tried to give him one he'd cry until she let him out.

Every time Yuu's heart would break because she felt like a monster. She tried every tactic to help him learn that baths were fun. Toys, bubbles, music, games, and every recommendation she could him. She bought special bath shorts so Grimm could avoid being naked and she tried showers. But it was all the same so Yuu could only wait out every crying fit and hope that he'd adjust.

She needed to call the doctor again and hope they know something else she could do.

After fighting Yuu while she bathed him Grimm was wrapped in a big fluffy towel. Grimm became very needy after his bath and Yuu had to hold him until he felt better and was ready for his last nap of the day before dinner.

All he wanted to do was visit an old friend. That was all but he could do without the entourage.

Azul Ashengrotto had gone on to do bigger and better things after graduation as if there was any doubt. He currently owns and runs a chain of successful restaurants and bars. Not alone of course Jade was head chef to master chef of the restaurants for his signature dishes. Floyd was head of security at the bars at first but has since established a private network of hired protection while he runs a few clubs.

"If you wanted to give her a gift make it a ring." Jade grinned wryly.

"You know why you shouldn't just give a woman a ring. Especially not after not seeing her for so long." Azul sputtered in response.

"Why not I gave her one back in school?" Floyd laughed.

"It was a prize you got from a snack box and it broke an hour later when she hit you for biting her," Azul said deadpan.

Floyd just laughed.

Azul had brought a gift. Something special.

"Zuzu look!" Yuu pulled him by the arm to a shop window.

They were visiting the city one weekend for lunch at a new café. They had decided to go window shopping and enjoy a bit of sun.

Azul remembered how beautiful she looked that day in a blue sundress. A passerby would guess they were a couple from the flush of their cheeks.

"Isn't it pretty?" She said peering inside.

"Yes. Yes." Azul said not listening and was too focused on her.

"You aren't listening!" Yuu narrowed her eyes at him as she held his arm tighter.

"Sorry, sorry." Azul tried to calm her. He joined her and saw what she wanted.

It was a sculpted piece of white jade that was etched with silver.

Azul immediately wanted to get it for her but froze when he saw the price.

"You want it?" He asked.

"What?! No, no." She said but the disappointment in her tone was clear "It's just a hunk of stone besides look at me, I wouldn't even know what to do with something fancy like that."

Azul wanted to object but Yuu pulled him along back on their walk. She didn't need something she couldn't have.

Azul had gone back to that shop after he saved enough money to buy that jade. He was going to give it to her before she left but when ge came back and she was already saying her goodbyes he chickened out.

That jade stayed with him on his desk. A symbol of what he wanted to achieve. Every day was a reminder that if had more he could have bought it then and there just because she looked at it. He'd give her anything she wanted.

The group rounded the corner and stopped at a small villa that had a mailbox with Yuu's last name on it.

Floyd didn't hesitate to begin ringing the doorbell repeatedly while pounding the door. It was like he wanted to make Yuu mad.

"I swear if it's that bit-I mean neighbor, I'm going to shove my foot so far-" Yuu grumbled from the other side of the door not bothering to keep quiet.

When Yuu finally opened the door everyone froze in place.

Yuu was dressed in her usual casual jeans and shirt, her hair was tied up to keep tiny hands from pulling it. In one arm she balanced a bundled-up blanket that held a half-asleep toddler. She was right in the middle of getting Grim to sleep.

Yuu was in shock as she looked at the familiar trio. We're the twins always this tall? Did they get taller? Azul too? She doesn't remember.

But she remembered that face. That angular nose, cute rounded cheeks from remnants of baby fat, and the handsome mole that gave him an air of sophistication. She knew that face very well. It changed some. Few new moles had appeared but his face never lost the soft rounded beauty she adored.

Yuu and Azul stared at one another in shock. No one said a word as-

"Shrimpy!"

Nevermind, Floyd was already breaking the tension.

Yuu was quickly swept up in a hug as she tried to hold Grim away from the bone-crushing hug. Jade saw his chance immediately as he gracefully plucked the bundle from her arms.

"Oh, my~ Azul look at what our dear Prefect made." Jade pulled at the blanket to reveal the face of the wiggly boy. "Isn't it cute?"

Azul didn't know how to feel about IT. It bearly had any resemblance to Yuu, it didn't even have her eyes. Azul narrowed his eyes as Jade marveled at the child. Azul poked at a few of the curled locks on the boy's head.

Responding to his touch the boy's eyes opened revealing a pair of round wide eyes. His lips twisted into a pursed frown as he tried to wiggle out of Jade's arms.

"It's Yuu's child?" Azul asked seeing do little of her.

Yuu managed to break out of Floyd's grasp and immediately tried to get Grimm back as Jade held him above her grasp.

"Jade I swear if you think this is funny-" Yuu growled but had no heat behind it.

Floyd immediately gravitated towards Grimm.

"Shimpy made a Shimplet!"Floyd rejoiced has he held up the sleepy toddler who was now whining.

"Floyd be careful, he gets fussy when he's sleepy" Yuu warned but it was already too late.

Grimm had had enough. With little warning, Grimm sank his teeth into Floyd's forearm. Biting was a form of communication at that age after all and Grimm was saying he's done with this.

"Shrimpy, I love him!~" Floyd was absolutely glowing as he swung Grimm around before hugging him.

Grimm switched tactics as he went for Floyd's cheek, bit down and pulled.

"He likes me!" Floyd cheered as Jade tried to get Grimm to unlatch and feeling a bit jealous.

"Grimm no, we don't bite, we use our words. These are guests and my friends." Yuu admonished her son.

Grimm immediately let go as Jade pinched his jaw open. He puffed out his cheek and began kicking at the man holding him hostage.

"Grimm, your mother asked you to use your words," Azul said firmly enough to get Grimm's attention but not enough to scare him.

This actually made Grimm stop his assault and look ashamed.

"Down!" Grimm yelled not bothering with please since his tormentors weren't polite either.

Floyd reluctantly let go of Grimm. The boy immediately fled for his mother and hid behind her leg.

Yuu was impressed. Azul managed to get through to Grimm.

Azul on the other had seen the resemblance now. Grimm was very bit of a fighter like his mom. But Grimm also reminded him of himself when he was that age. He remembered meeting his future step-father at that time.

"Um, how about you guys come in? I just started dinner."

Getting the Tweels to leave Grimm alone long enough to nap was harder then she thought. Thankfully Jade was more than willing to show Yuu his culinary skills.

Azul shifted from checking out the house to helping where he could. He was glad to know there was no one else in the picture but felt a small pang of guilt. He didn't have his own father in the picture and he lacked confidence without that influence in his life. Azul had a great mother who did her best without the dead weight around. He was sure Yuu was doing fine but Grimm could use a father figure.

Floyd was enjoying watching Grimm sleep. He was still fascinated by his new little Fry. But he was also getting bored.

As the food simmered Azul and Yuu got some time alone as Jade eagerly joined Floyd Grimm's room.

The pair drank tea in silence before Azul finally spoke.

"So Grimm? That's a name." Azul started awkwardly.

'Of course, it's a name! She wouldn't have used it if it wasn't a name!' His brain screamed.

"Ha, yeah. I had a long list of names I wanted to use but none of them stuck. He name was almost Azure..." Yuu decided to shut up now before she dug that hole further.

"Azure, that's cute. I always wanted to use that one when I had a kid." Azul smirked.

The hole is getting deeper.

"I wanted to give you something actually. I wanted to give it to you for a while now." Azul blushes a purplish tone. Something Yuu missed seeing.

Azul pulled out a small box that for a second Yuu thought was for a ring and felt her face burning. Instead, it was a necklace. The pendant was made from two interlocked rings of jade. One ring was white jade with silver engraving and the other was blue jade with gold engraving. It was beautiful.

"I love it. How did you-" Yuu gasped.

"I remembered that it was your favorite stone." Azul took the necklace from the box and helped Yuu put it on. "It suits you."

Yuu smiled as they went back to talking about their new lives and what's changed.

"Boss, check out this book Shrimplet showed us. This guy looks just like you!" Floyd yelled dashing down the stairs.

Wow, this hole is deep!

"So the Princess asked the merfolk to help her but they won't do anything. So her friends go to this sea witch to get help from them but instead of asking for help, they ask for what they want. The witch enslaves them because they are slaves to their desires but the irony is that so is the witch. The princess made a deal with the witch at the end but tricked her way out and infuriated the witch who tried to curse them all. In the end the Princess won over the witch by showing them how unfair they were being and that success doesn't doesn't come at the expense of others." Yuu explained the plot of the book as she hid the pictures.

"I see," Azul crossed his arms "Sounds familiar."

Wow, can't see the the top of this hole anymore.

"Artistic license," Yuu said deadpan. "Oh, wow! I think dinner is ready! Let me go check!"

Yuu tried to escape as Azul pulled her right back.

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drawingdroid · 6 months

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The Unknown Regions I

A Din Djarin x Fem Plus Size Reader Fic

Summary: You, a soft astrophysicist, meet the hardened Mandalorian in less-than-ideal circumstances.

Warnings: Expect conversations about weight, body dysmorphia and internalised fatphobia that may be triggering, so read at your own discretion; injuries and blood; canon typical violence; reader is AFAB and user she/her pronouns; no use of y/n; smut to come in next chapters; porn with plot; plot with porn; Din Djarin needs a hug and a fuck.

Word count: 2,631

A/N: This is something I’ve started, 100% self-indulgent since I have been feeling bad about some recent body weight gain. It was going to be just some pure filth with heavy body worship but the plot started to have its own life. This will be probably about 3 chapters long, so if you think it may be something you’d enjoy, I’m grateful to have you here!

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It had been a long day and you were finally preparing to go to bed. You decided to pamper yourself a bit since you’d been more stressed than usually. So you took a long, hot shower. It was a luxury there in Tatooine, but one of the perks of your workplace were the good job conditions. Nevertheless, last weeks had been hectic and you had to stay at your office longer than normally. You loved your job, but you also appreciated some work-life balance and you weren’t having it at this moment. And your body was taking a toll too.

When the water went cold, you carefully exited the bathtub. Before wrapping yourself in a towel, you examined your body thoroughly and sighed. You had always fallen on the bigger side, and you liked it. Your curves, your softness, they made you feel sexy. But since you started this job, it was clear you hadn-t been taking care of yourself. The long hours at the observatory meant less sleep, less time to exercise and cook homemade, hearty meals. Not only did you feel more tired, but also it was clear that you had gained weight. You observed carefully the new stretch marks, the plush of your breasts and the tummy roll that wasn’t there before. Your new body. It looked kinda cute, but now your clothes didn’t fit anymore and your full bust spilled in every of your outfits. And the other problem was that you compared yourself with the other girls at work. It always escalated until you would start to feel insecure and your confidence weakened.

You sighed again and finally grabbed the towel, wrapping your hair, and then used another one to dry your body. After applying your lotions and skincare, you chose a beautiful nightie and then finally went to bed to resume reading the holobook you had been reading before on your commute to the observatory. It was important to you to have a comfortable nest where you could feel protected from the outer world, so you had invested in the softest duvet to cover you on Tatooine's cold nights. You were perfectly relaxed, even had a scented candle burning to help you decompress, when a blaster shot made you jump from the mattress .

Your first instinct was to drop to the floor and open the drawer on your nightstand where you hid your own gun. Your father had given it to you when he learnt that you would be transferred to the dangerous desertic planet. More shots, men shouting and a lot of metallic sounds. For the Maker’s sake, this compound was meant to be secure, these things didn’t happen to you anymore. It was very hard for you to achieve being in a stage of life where you felt safe. You were feeling afraid, but also angry. These people had broken into your little bubble and ruined your perfect evening.

The shooting continued and with every shot you flinched, but managed to prepare your blaster to defend yourself in case something happened. Maybe you’d have to accept the idea that there wasn’t anything like “safe” on Tatooine’s surface.

You stayed still and quiet for a while until the sounds ceased. Finally you could breathe, your heart still pounding, and dared to move. When you decided that it was quiet enough to stand up, another sound froze your blood. Your front door. There was someone there. You started trembling. You could call security. The residential complex where most of the observatory workers lived had its own since Tatooine’s law enforcement was…well, non-existent. But after a shooting like this, they’d surely have their hands full. Kriff, what if they had been killed? A shiver ran through your spine. There was a stranger at your door. Maybe they were hurt, or worse. You hadn't heard more noises. But the loud clank against the metal surface had been clear enough.

The decision to not be reckless won, and you called security from your holocom. But as you had expected, no one was responding. A low grunt came from the front door. You inhaled sharply.. They were in pain. What if they were some of your coworkers even?

You convinced yourself to bite the bullet and be brave about it. After the rebellion, you decided to not get involved in more conflicts. You had had enough for a lifetime. But there you were again. Laying against the wall in your nightie with your blaster against your chest.

“Hello?” No response. “Someone there?” Anything.

It felt a bit ridiculous to ask politely to a potential attacker. After stewing over for a while, you were determined to check yourself if there was actually someone at your doorstep. Inhaling sharply, you counted to three for yourself and opened the door at the same time you aimed your blaster with determination.

Another clank.

What the kriff.

You slowly lowered your blaster. There, laying on a puddle of his own blood, there was a huge man covered in armor.

“Hey, are you okay?” What a stupid question, of course he’s not. You started to get nervous. There was a lot of blood there. The stranger then said something but his voice was so weak you couldn’t hear him. Never stopping aiming your blaster towards him, you crouched next to his helmet. He repeated his words.

“My…kid…” Maker, there was a child in the shooting? You looked around yourself frantically, but in the dim light only your own lawn was visible.

“Where is he?”

“They…have taken him…” Something in his strained, modulated voice, broke your heart. You’d always had a soft spot about children.

“We’ll find your son. But you are bleeding out and no one is dying today at my doorstep.” You observed his frame and decided that the best was to drag him inside from his underarms. “I’m gonna get you inside, ok?”

He just hummed groggily and you decided to take that as a yes.

You had spoken too soon about dragging him. He was kriffing heavy and you had to use all your willpower to get him in your house. After one of the greatest physical efforts of your life, you finally laid him on your carpet and then sprinted to the bathroom to bring the med kit. Kneeling next to him, you tried to localize his wounds, but with the dark flight suit, it was almost impossible to know if he was bleeding somewhere. Your hands started shaking over the idea that maybe he was actually going to die on your floor. You grabbed your commlink to call the med center, starting to panic.

“I’m calling the med droid, I can’t help you.” You said to the unconscious man, worry drawing a line between your brows.

“No…droids.” You jumped when his gloved hand grabbed your wrist with surprising strength, but the next moment he was dropping it and looking gone for good. Okay, you weren’t the one to contradict the unknown warrior. Trying a different approach, you decided to guess where his injuries were by touch. Some drenched patches between his armor informed you where his major injuries were, so you cut his flight suit there. No time for undressing him.

The wounds looked like knife stabs after you cleaned them. You pressed both the one in his tight and another under his chest plate, to stop the bleeding and then applied bacta spray. But it wasn’t enough. He was growing colder every second and his heart rate was slowing. He was going to die, you realized.

You looked around you desperately trying to think when an idea came to mind. First, you started your stove as fast as lightning and then you chose your largest knife from the drawer. While anxiously looking at him, you put the knife on the flames and then ran to his side again.

“Sorry, this will probably hurt…” And before the knife became cold, you pressed the flat surface of the tool directly against his skin. The smell wasn’t beautiful and neither were his groans of pain, but at least it looked like he wasn’t waking up. You checked the wound and finally it had stopped bleeding. You cleaned the knife and repeated the process in the other stab. After several times, the tissue looked closed enough and only then you started to disinfect the burnt areas with care. They’ll leave nasty scars, but at least when you put your ear next to the helmet, it looked like he was breathing although shallowly.

It was almost dawn when you decided he was out of danger. Exhausted, you finally were able to remove his armor in order to drag him somewhere more comfortable and dress his wounds. It was hard to find the hidden mechanism, but once you got it you were fast. First you removed his heavy chest plate. Probably he’d breathe better without it, Then you put aside the pauldrons and the vambraces, and finally his side and back plates and ended with his legs.

Removing the sticky flight suit and his undershirt was an ordeal, but when the first of the two suns started to appear in the horizon, you had achieved the first part of your mission and his chest wound was fully dressed. While you were bandaging him you hadn’t noticed, but now under the orange light and having finished your task, you could admire the man you had saved. And maker, what a beautiful creature. His torso was strong while lean. You felt bad for the big scar the burn you would leave on his golden skin.

You resumed with his pants and you tried so hard not to look but you were just human and well, wasn’t he gifted there too. Tending to his thigh wounds you had noticed how thick his legs were, but now just down to his undergarments, you noticed the warrior’s actual strength.

You scolded yourself for lusting over the man who almost died in your carpet and was, probably, a criminal. And also a dad. When every wound was tended, you moved to his helmet. Since it had some kind of seal, you hadn’t lost precious time removing it when you couldn’t find the release button the first try. You trashed around the garment until you found said button, hearing a hiss, and put your hands around the helmet to carefully remove it.

The next thing you know is that you’re laying on your back, the warrior on you while he’s pinning your wrists effectively against the bloody carpet, his thick thighs keeping yours in place. You blinked, incredulously. Wasn’t this man on the verge of death? What the kriff?

“What do you think you’re doing?” His raspy, low baritone made you shiver. You should be scared, but your self-preservation instincts had abandoned you. IOn the surface of the T shaped visor, you could see your reflection. Rosy cheeks and doe eyes for the man that was threatening your life.

“Saving your metal ass.” You sassed, lifting your chin proudly. It looked like he wasn’t fully aware of himself since it took him half a minute to process the situation. He then started to release you slowly, but stil tense in mistrust. The skin where he had been grabbing you now felt cold. You looked at each other for what it felt like an eternity.

“M’ sorry.” He finally apologized sitting on his heels, noticing his bandages for the first time. Then he observed you, now on your elbows, your nightie ruined with his blood and purple eye bags under your beautiful eyes. “Did you do this?”

“The stabbing, no. The healing, yes.” You responded while looking for a comfier position on the floor, still on guard but curiosos about him.

“Thank you.” He said after a long silence. You finally released your breath.

“It's sloppy work, I’m afraid it will scar over ugly. Sorry.”

“It doesn’t matter. Thank you.” He repeated. He now looked disoriented , like a lost child. A 180 cm child. Oh wait.

“You…your child, you said someone took him.” He inhaled sharply and his tan shoulders tensed, your words hitting him like a thousand bricks. Then he tried to stand up but almost fell. You stood up fast enough to hold him before he could hurt himself. “Wait, you lost a lot of blood there.”

“I need to find him.” His voice was strained, like he was about to cry. You put his arm around your shoulders and he let you. It was like all the fight energy from before evaporated the moment you named the kid. The warrior’s skin felt warmer now, thanks to the Maker. You only hoped it didn’t become too warm due to infection. He was still heavy without his armor, and although he was making an effort, helping him lay on the sofa wasn’t easy.

“Look, you lost a ton of blood and have poor cauterized wounds from a random girl. You can’t find anyone in this condition.” You tried to not sound too harsh but the truth was there. “Don’t you have anyone you can call?”

He sat looking so defeated it broke your heart, but he finally nodded.

“That’s great, contact them then while I prepare some breakfast. You should hydrate and eat something.” He fixed his visor on you while you went to your room to change into something that wasn’t bloody and sheer to start with. When you returned, he was apparently speaking with a man. You gave him privacy while preparing some scrambled eggs, broth and fresh fruit, considering if you should call in sick to your job.

“They left you for dead, you have that advantage. They won’t expect you when you strike back .” Said the man in the holo. He was middle-aged and looked elegant. He then he spoke again in a kinder voice. “But you should focus on resting and healing now, Mando. Let us take care of it.”

“Thank you Karga, really.”

“Anything for the little one.” And then he hung up. The warrior put his head between his thighs, looking like the most miserable creature in the world. Your chest ached at the sight.

“Here, have some broth, you should hydrate. And probably have a transfusion too.” You half joked, sitting with the tray next to him. Mando, as you heard the bearded man call him, looked at you as if you were a ghost. You handled the tray to him carefully but he didn’t move at all. The longest and most uncomfortable silence went on until you decided to stand up and went to prepare for work.

“If you need to use the refresher, we have warm water here, not just that sonic excuse of a shower.” You started while sipping from your mug trying to look nonchalant. “I need to head to the observatory now, but you can stay as long as you need. That was such a beating you took.” You looked at the bruises that were forming across the golden skin you were desperately trying not to observe all the time. Both of the suns were up now, and they illuminated his frame beautifully. And the mess of dried blood in your floor and carpet, too.

You sighed. “Ok, I need to leave now, if you need anything…” You scribbled your commlink frequency in a holopad. It was strange how this looked as parting with a one night stand you won’t be seeing again. You had a certainty he wouldn't be there when you returned either.

“Thank you.” He finally acknowledged the tray and then nodded in your direction. Confused, injured and desolate, you felt guilty for leaving him there. But today was important since the planet you had been studying was the closest to Tatooine…You couldn’t miss the opportunity even though it felt so wrong.

“Take care, Mando.” You said before disappearing through the main door in a hurry.

Next chapter

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thenewausten · 1 month

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Quackity being proud of being the reader's girlfriend c:

Thanks for the request!

Quackity being proud of his girlfriend HC's!

He'd always say to you how proud he's of you! Like, imagine him just approaching you after a long day you just had and kissing your forehead. "I'm proud of you, Y/N." He'd whisper as he hugs your waist

Giving you a bouquet of flowers when you achieve something, whether in your career or in your personal life, he'll always give you a bouquet!!@ (And of course, a lot of kisses)

Talking about you in live means being called a simp by his whole chat!!! "My girlfriend is very amazing, I'm very proud of her. She's so smart, chat, and... Don't call me simp, okay???" He says as he reads it.

Comforting you when you need to!!@ He'd see how much you're tired and pulls your body on his lap. "It's okay, princess... You just need to rest, my love." He whispers into your ear. "I'm so tired, Alex!" You cry in his chest as he caresses your hair. "I'm a failure." You whisper. "No, amor. Don't say that, okay?! You're doing great, baby. It's okay to be tired." He kisses your head and makes you look at his eyes. "I love you so much, okay? Let's take a shower and eat 'somethin."

Alex would run a bath for you and then ordering your favourite flavour of pizza so you'd eat and watch a movie to relax <3

Cuddles and kisses later at night, whispering in your ear how much he's proud of you!!!

Talking about how you're very determined, smart, kind, beautiful and funny to his mother like a teenager in love for the first time 😭

Looking at you with so much love!!!@ His eyes shining as he looks at you <3 It doesn't matter if you were studying, if you were reading, working, sleeping... Boy's always looking at you with so much love and passion!

"I'm very proud of being your boyfriend, you're an inspiration for me, Y/N. You make me a better man everyday. I love you so much." He'd whisper to you in his car, after a very cute date in a cozy restaurant.

The boy is so lucky to have you as his girlfriend and he's always making sure you know that! <3

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoy the writing! :)

Requests are open!

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evansbby · 2 years

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Idk if you are still accepting requests n stuff but I just got to and need to know how our “Don’t Deny the Animal” y/n is doing 😭 Like by now she probably gave birth to their daughter and stuff so can u give us a glimpse please 🥺👉👈

Oh I’ve missed DDTA Chris & his wifey and their babies!! Okay, let’s see what they’re up to!

This drabble is a continuation of my Chris Evans fic, don’t deny the animal + the sequel.

Warnings: rpf, misogyny, smut, dubcon, daddy kink, dark!Chris, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, lactation kink, housewife kink, naive!reader, mentions of: condoms, birth control, contraceptive pill.

Chris knows he’s achieved the life he always dreamed of having. He’s got a beautiful, submissive wife, his twin boys who are growing smarter every day, and now he’s also got an adorable baby daughter — barely three months old but the apple of his eye.

And he loves how you are with the newborn, how you know exactly what to do — how to feed her, burp her, get her to stop crying. He loves how you dress her up all cute with bows and dresses. He loves how you’re always at home looking after his kids. It’s where you flourish, it’s where he always wants you to be.

“She’s fast asleep!” You announce as you enter yours and Chris’ bedroom, and Chris can’t help but stare at you hungrily. And he doesn’t need to be subtle or anything, because you’re his wife, his property. He can feel his dick harden in his pants, looking at you in your sheer silk nightie, the picture-perfect vision of motherhood, his perfect housewife.

He continues to stare as you settle down on the bed, eyes zeroing in on your breasts which are so much bigger now because you’re breastfeeding. Speaking of which, he can see the wet patches on the front of your nightie, and it just makes him harder.

“And the boys are such angels, they put themselves to sleep! Can you believe that? No bedtime story or anything!”

Chris smiles, setting his phone down on the side table, “That’s because I told them they could play on the iPad for half an hour if they brushed their teeth and got changed all by themselves. I know you’re tired, baby..”

You reach out to squeeze his hand, “Thank you. You’re the bestest. Although, I do like telling them their bedtime stories. And I hope you still helped them brush their teeth, they’re only two after all.”

“Of course I did, honey.” Chris grabs your calf and drags you closer to him, taking you in his arms and pressing his lips to yours, “Mm, you smell amazing.”

“That’s because I just showered.” You answer, and Chris knows that. He had a great time watching you come out of the shower wrapped in your tiny pink towel, bending down and lathering lotion all over your smooth legs and yelping when he’d smacked your ass. He’d been horny ever since.

And now even more so because he knows you’ve just fed the baby but you’re still leaking…

Slowly, he slips his hand up to tweak your nipple through the thin satin, loving how you wince because you’re so sensitive. And then, with a rumble in his chest, it’s like his inner animal takes over, and he pulls you into his lap, pushing your nightie down your body, trying to free your breasts.

“You still have to feed daddy.” Chris growls lowly, ripping your nightie down the middle, your breath hitching sweetly when your breasts pop out, and immediately he latches his mouth on one of your nipples, making sure to tweak and play with the other one.

“Mm, Chris…” You sigh, fingers tangling into his hair and he knows you feel relief as he begins to suck, your sweet milk. He just can’t get enough of feeding from you, he knew he had to do it the first time he got you pregnant, and you were so young and confused — not knowing what to do when you began lactating early.

Well, Chris had known what to do, and now you’re both addicted to it. He can tell by the way you moan his name, pushing him more into your breasts, panting when he bites your nipple gently before suckling it again, rutting his hard cock against you the whole time.

“So sweet, baby. You love feeding me, don’t you?”

“Ah! Yeah, daddy. L-Love it so much.” You whimper, helplessly humping against him. And he’s happy that you’re so enthusiastic, because although you’re always insatiable for him, your sex drive hasn’t been the same since when you were pregnant. Pregnancy hormones had you ripping his clothes off about ten times a day.

“That’s right, my sweet little baby, feeding me your mommy milk. Fuck,” he gives you one last, hard suckle before moving to your other breast, squeezing it to make the milk spurt out before sucking, “You’re such a cute little mommy, taking care of your daddy. This is what you were meant for, baby.”

“Mm, want my daddy so bad!” You cry softly, arching your back from your place on his lap, wrapping your legs around his waist and squeezing hard, loving the feel of his hard crotch against your pussy.

And Chris loves your enthusiasm. He’d hated not being able to fuck you after you’d given birth to his baby girl, hated having to wait till the doctor said it was okay, till you said it was okay. Because he’s already missing you being pregnant, missing how hot you looked with your round belly, his child growing inside you.

He wants to knock you up again.

With new fervour, Chris slams you down flat against the mattress, climbing on top of you and resuming suckling your nipple, his other hand squeezing your breast, loving how soft you are. It’s like the animal inside of him has awoken, desperate to get inside you and fill you up till your little baby pussy is leaking with his cum.

And then he’d scoop it all up and shove it back inside you, ensuring you’re stuffed full of his cum so he can get you pregnant again.

“You want daddy to fuck you, huh?” He whispers, your nipple still in his mouth but his eyes locked on yours, “Your little pussy got wet from breastfeeding daddy, didn’t it?”

“Yes, daddy! Wan’ your dick inside me! Please!” You beg so prettily, and it makes him so fucking hard, it’s insane. Everything you do makes him hard.

It doesn’t take too long to get both of you naked, with his clothes strewn all over the bed and your nightie ripped clean in half and the rags lying on the floor, Chris just admiring your stunning body — his property. All his. Nobody else’s.

“Ah, fuck!” You moan as he nudges the tip of his dick against your throbbing clit, and he loves how you buck your hips up, almost like a little virgin with how eager and sweet you are, your juices staining the bedsheets underneath you.

He’s about to shove his fat dick straight into your leaky little fuckhole when your tiny hands push on his chest, a sudden alertness pushing through your usual cock-drunk face, “Daddy, Chris, wait! Do you have a condom?”

Chris feels a certain rage course through his veins at the mention of the word, “What?”

“A condom,” you let out a breathless laugh, “We need to be careful, baby.”

He frowns, “You know I hate condoms, I’ve never used one with you. Ever.”

Another soft, twinkly laugh, “And that’s probably why I’ve been pregnant for the better part of two years.”

Chris blinks, what exactly was so wrong with that? But he knows he has to tread carefully now, lest this conversation go against his favour.

“Honey, I don’t have any condoms.” Which is true. He hates condoms, and why the fuck should he need to wear condoms when you’re his wife? You’re meant to spread your legs for him whenever he wants you to, no complaints. And certainly no talk about fucking condoms.

“Oh.” You look deep in thought for a moment, but still so horny with the way you’re panting hard and periodically rutting against him, “Maybe… Could you pull out before you finish?”

Now Chris is fucking pissed off. A part of him — the animal inside him — wants to just pin you down, clamp a hand over your mouth to shut you up and just fuck you and fill you to the brim with his seed.

Instead, he buries his face in your neck, kissing and licking your sweet spot, feeling you go lax in his arms, “Baby, you know I only like finishing inside you. And I know you like it too.”

“Mm, daddy, I do! But just for now! On Monday, I’ll go to the doctor to talk about going on the pill.”

Chris stops dead in his tracks, straightening up and looking at you with heated eyes, “Why the fuck would you do that?”

You sigh, “I just… a newborn and two toddlers is already a handful. And I love them, I love looking after them but I need the reassurance that I’m not going to get pregnant again right now.”

“Baby, you know I want a big family.” Chris wants nothing less than five kids. More if it means you’ll always be pregnant and indoors, away from everyone else.

“I know that. But I was thinking of maybe… going back into acting? One of my old acting friends texted me about this role I could totally audition for, and—”

“Our baby girl is only three months old.” Chris interrupts you, tone hardening as he begins to lose his patience. For fucksakes, his dick is fucking hard and he wants to fuck you already. He doesn’t need this right now. “How can you be thinking of going back to acting?”

“I know, I know!” You rush to assure him, cupping his face in your hands and he can tell that you’re searching for mercy in his eyes, “Chris, I know! I just thought… maybe in a few months…”

“In a few months, I’m going to be out of town filming my new movie. You know that.” Chris wishes you’d just erase the idea of acting from your head entirely. Your job is to be his wife and the mother of his children — it’s what you’re best at, and it’s the only thing you should be worrying about right now.

“And I want our kids to be close in age. Which is why I think the best thing for you to do right now is relax and stay at home, take care of our babies and wait a few months before we start trying for another one. Do I make myself clear?”

He purposely puts on his strict voice, the tone that conveys that there’s no room for argument, that his word is the final word — or else. And he loves how you bow your head submissively, pressing your lips together. But he also sees the tears welling in your eyes, and he knows that he’s going to have to sweet-talk you later, make it up to you somehow.

Chris knows he needs to take a different approach, make you give up on acting completely and make you think it was your idea. But right now… he just wants to be inside you. Fuck you hard to get rid of all the frustration you’ve caused him. Sweet talk and apologies can come after that.

“I said, do I make myself clear?”

You sniffle softly, “Yes, daddy.”

“Good girl. Now get on your hands and knees. Daddy wants a good view of your ass while I fuck your little baby pussy bare, the way you deserve to be fucked.”

THE END

What do you guys think? Do you want Chris and wifey to have more babies? It was fun to revisit these characters, tbh! I think Chris is getting darker! Please do tell me what you think, feedback is everything!

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that's him, that's just who he is | tbz choi chanhee | new

"At least between us both,” the camera shutters and you take a shaky inhale, “one of us took the right path.”

PAIRING » tbz choi chanhee (new) x gn!reader (proofread twice—lmk if i made a mistake!) TROPE/AU » friends 2 strangers, highschool au!, non-idol au!, idol au! (chanhee towards the end) GENRE » angsty angst angst, unread messages, comforting friendship, supporting friendship, you both attend the same music academy, you both are preparing to become celebrities/idols! WORD COUNT » 4168 (no seriously, 2k word limit who?) ESTIMATED READING TIME » 15 mins WARNINGS (lmk if i missed anything!) » financial difficulties, stress relating to: money, music, balancing friendships-work-school, upwards comparisons, failure at achieving dream job (reader's side), unsupportive teachers

navi/masterlist!! 🤍 series introduction 🤍 series masterlist 🤍 part of 'especially to you...'

my third story! i take it back when i said that the second is my favourite story because this is my new (no pun intended) favourite story. i had to stop multiple times because it hit me too many times 🥹👍

well...the self insert is really real here 🫂 and this got seriously personal (let's see how many times i say this with this series 👀)

big respect to chanhee for balancing his education, preparing to be an idol and having a part time job 🫂 i respect him so much

thank you for reading honey bee ☘️🐝 @sanaxo-o and happiest birthday to you!! this story isn't much of a gift since you've read it before but there is the other one hehe 💕

Unlike most of your other lessons, this one passed by as quickly as a blink of an eye. It might be because the air conditioner in the room was set to the perfect temperature or the way the tie around your collar didn’t suffocate you too much or maybe, it was the way that you were practically showered with a bunch of compliments as soon as you took a deep breath from your diaphragm, lifted your cheekbones and sung your heart out.

Swiftly, you smile at the affirming nods that your teacher gave you, writing down her notes to the three-minute performance that you were assigned to for the last month. Across the whole month, you recall the way the tip of the pen scratches the plastic board vigorously, tapping rapidly and furiously throughout the longest three minutes of your life. Usually, you would be assigned a new song every three weeks or have two songs to practice for five weeks. On the times that you didn’t succeed, it would be a hell lot of criticism, tears and punches on the wall as soon as you exited the small studio. Heck, even with the times when the tears made it out in the room, you could tell that even though she toned down her volume, those eyes looked at you no further than disinterest—sometimes she would unmistakably roll her eyes too.

It has always been in short, sickening.

Those were the times that you wanted to just rip out your vocal cords, swear that you would never sing again, not that you even could at that point, and run away from the one thing that gave you life in your tiring days.

“Pick a song.”

The statement made your head slightly crane forward towards your suddenly easygoing teacher. You let out a confusing hum and question to which she responds with an amused smile.

“I can…choose?”

“You can’t truly be a singer if you don’t know what songs fit you best or if you need someone to pick what songs you should sing. You don’t have to choose a challenging song yet. You’ve been singing for the past half year and you’re good at it, but you really only found your style recently and I would rather you focus on further developing it.” She shrugs leisurely after, “It’s up to you though.”

Either way, I’m still going to get paid.

Numerous song titles juggle in your mind, the different lyrics and tunes playing in your head as the memories of your lives flash through their respective melodies. However, it wasn’t easy for your mouth to announce any of the songs, your mind thinking of all the technicalities within each song that would definitely challenge the fragile, insecure side of you.

But art is a special type of hobby.

It’s one of those hobbies that no one would ever be able to ‘perfect’. Somebody would always criticise and pick it apart ruthlessly—and you would always have to pick up their words and carry them deep within your heart.

“Are you sure?” The way that she tilts her head to the side after writing down your choice says everything.

But you stood your ground.

You’ve been in love with this song for so long and all you wanted to do was to learn it properly. Who knows when you’ll be given the chance to pick again? So, with the bravest smile and the most convincing nod that your shaking body could give, she does her final notes on that worn-out notebook of hers. She also recites your homework and expectations for the next lesson before excusing your presence from the room.

You couldn't wait to scream the excitement out of your body, tell your parents and your best friend about what just happened, analyse the song and its technical aspec—

"I just don't think you'll make it."

You halt your steps and your journey. For such a good music academy, these rooms seriously needed thicker walls. You were genuinely surprised that you were still able to focus on your lessons (most of the time) through all the electric guitar, drum kits and unfortunately, other singers who were unable to hit those certain high notes.

It's times like these that you wish the academy could invest in their building more. You were lucky that your lesson room is located at the end of the hallway meaning that your criticism could only be heard by you, the teacher and maybe the two rooms in front and beside yours.

Chanhee wasn't so fortunate, being at the very front, the first door on the left. It left him vulnerable. The voice cracks, the times when he would go off tune or the rare times when he missed his count. It would all mercilessly be heard by anyone who would pass by just to go to the toilet or refill their empty, cold coffee mug.

You stood next to the wall where the glass doors of the lesson door, biting your bottom lip and you noticed how Chanhee wouldn’t even say anything to his teacher’s words. You could imagine how he had his head hung low, nodding occasionally at the words and was forced to repeat the same line over and over and over again until he got it right. You prayed silently in your heart and mind that time would go quicker for him so that he could walk out, breathe in some fresh air and take a break from the suffocating practice room.

When the door clicks open, Chanhee has that tired, sad smile to you that he gives most of the time. Your eyebrows fell a little but you were still able to give him an encouraging one back.

“No?” You asked even though you very much knew the answer.

“No.” He quietly affirms after a short pause.

“I’m still proud of you though.” Just like any other day at school, after lessons or any other time, you lightly punch his shoulder, him chuckling and shoving you back. “I guess…that’s why they’re called ‘lessons’ after all.”

The realisation of your words made Chanhee groan. Lessons that are made throughout a lifetime—one that he has been attending for a year and a half unlike you who only started at the start of the year. He gave up his time with his friends, time to study which most of society thinks is the best way to secure a well-financed job, and gave up his money to buy clothes for himself that he just walked past whenever he knew he would get tempted. All those part-time jobs, ones that would go late into the still busy nights of Seoul or the ones early in the morning before school when most people would still be snoring, were all done with his dream that someday his voice would be heard by the world.

“How did yours go?”

You know that you should just be truthful. You both have been stuck to the hip for the last few years and Chanhee is not an easy person to deceive. Plus, you need to take into consideration as well of lying at this current moment. You didn’t want Chanhee to think that you were trying to make him feel better by potentially pitying him. What good would that bring to anyone right now in this situation? That’s not what friends do.

“I was given a chance to choose a song.” The small genuine, congratulatory smile that Chanhee gives makes you relax your back into the wall further, the tension easing away from your body. “I also managed to get through that vocal run that I’ve been agonising and crying to you about for the past week.” You slump your body against the wall as you recall your homework, “But she gave me more scales to use as runs for practice.”

“Scales really do suck.” Chanhee whispers to you teasingly, once again getting pushed by you.

“Yeah.” You acknowledge shortly after. “But it does help me with my breathing and flexibility which I highly suck at.”

“Hey,” he scolds your words lightly, “at least you have a distinctive sound and know how to put emotions according to the sound. My teacher just said I sound generic.”

Yes. That description for Chanhee—no, just any singer—is weird and you would dare to say, highly misleading.

If we’re talking about musical terms, every single singer has a unique timbre. Even if the note stays the same, every person will have a different tone colour because well, every person is different. Saying that a singer has a generic voice, highly contradicts the definite concept of instrument timbre.

You know how much this troubled Chanhee even though he tries his best to hide it. The comments about his timbre have been repeated so many times that it’s got to him a lot. In the beginning, he would just smile bitterly and indicate that he wouldn’t want to talk about the lesson, kicking the group of stones on the pathway to release his anger. However, as you both grew closer after an assigned duet performance, he was able to open up to you little by little, slowly but surely, keeping the friendship that grew even after you did your ending bow to the audience. He would still hide a little bit of his feelings to himself, embarrassed that he would talk about himself even though you reassured him that it was completely fine.

To him, how others see him is the most important thing for him. From the compliments that would grow the contagious smile on his face, to the heartbreaking crying scenes that he would hide from the rest of the world, all those words he took to heart so that he could improve himself as a person—and in this case, as an artist. In this harsh world, the words that would be spat out by teachers would be so deeply etched in a person’s heart that all of a sudden, giving up everything that they have worked so hard for would be easier done.

It’s during those times that you and Chanhee would lean on each other, reassuring each other not to run away from the weekly lessons and giving comfort after each one. Chanhee is internally grateful for the times that you would hold his shoulders, lightly shaking his frail, tired body before giving him words of encouragement. He would do a similar thing for you when you feel like you didn’t progress, stopping your self-criticism and pushing you to keep going. To you, he would just let you cry on his shoulder as you hug him tight, patting your back calmingly.

The light snowing season greets the both of you as soon as you exit the building. For you, your next destination is home but for Chanhee, ninety-eight percent of the time it would be his job at the barbeque restaurant, the seafood restaurant or even that new Chinese restaurant that he recently just started.

Given the good results of your lesson, you selfishly wanted to have some fun but the words died down in your throat when you slightly turned your head towards your friend. His black hair still peaked out from the beanie that kept both of his ears warm, the scarf that you gifted him hid the slight downturn of his lips and the physical expression of his heavy heart. His eyelashes fluttered away the snowflakes in the cold but still bright night and his rosy cheeks only grew brighter and more evident the slower the journey to your next destination would take.

“Just a little penguin in his somewhat natural habitat?” Your attempt to get a response out from him is successful when you see his cheekbones rise—the same way that they would rise whenever he sings his heart out.

“What a way to start a conversation.”

Your heart lightens at your successful attempt, linking your right arm with his as you continue to walk down the still-shared path that makes the distance between all your worries and yourself further away. However, like all journeys, you finally arrive at that one spot.

The one that split into two different roads, unlike the one you have been walking a few minutes ago.

The right road would take you both to safety, warmth and relaxation.

The left road would force you to unlink Chanhee’s arm, sending him to the busy, loud civilisation where he would put on his apron and raise the pitch of his voice fit for customer service.

“Are you…off to work?” He senses the sadness lingering in your voice and the way your right hand tightens around his forearm even through the thick, winter clothes.

“…yeah.”

“I see.” You managed to muster a stable response tone. “Come on, I’ll drop you there.” You turn your body towards the crowd but can’t go too far due to the other set of feet that stays grounded on the worn-down, cold stone floor, “Chanhee?”

“Maybe…” Suddenly, the sky starts to sprinkle down its pretty shapes of ice. “I’m just not meant to be a singer.”

You gasp quietly, the faint white exhale slowly disappearing behind the dark background. Seeing the tears finally slide down his cheeks made you realise one thing: he’s opening up. He’s doing the thing that he has tried to hide from everyone. In tune with his emotions, your eyes started to build their layer of moisture, the wind making it harder for you to keep your tears in. You couldn’t think straight, your free arm wiping your eyes to rid the hardships from your face while trying to give Chanhee words of encouragement.

“You’re going to get ther—”

“What if you had to give up so much,” He cut you off, gasping and inhaling more air to accommodate his crying, “earn so much money, gave it away and it didn’t give you good results? Whatever it may be…An event, a trip, an investment.” His voice gradually trails off as he lists life occurrences.

You’ve thought about the same thing thousands of times, back and forth, no matter where, when and who you were with. In a world where pursuing art can be a hard, long path, what would happen if nothing good were to come out of it? All your hard work, all your money, all your time…you’ll never be able to get those back.

Is it worth it? Is it worth the gamble?

“I would probably beat myself over it.” You tried to keep your whimpers at bay as you confessed the same answer that would come back every time you went on your downward spiral, “I would most probably always question why I did what I did. If I did the event with someone, and for some reason, they were the ones that made the situation bad, then I would’ve gone back and forth, asking myself if it was worth it. Why didn’t I go alone? Why was I so scared? What was I so scared of?”

Should you move to a different academy? But your teacher is well known. Should you still do it anyway? Knowing that you had to go through many processes and hardships to even get lessons with this teacher. Even if most of the time, you felt like giving up music, surely her experience would lead you to someplace good…right?

“But then…would answering those questions lead to happiness?” Chanhee scoffs at his absurd thoughts. Tilting his head to the sky, he relishes the way the snowflakes land on his pale skin, disappearing when they touch his skin, the side branches melting into his warmth. “Even after answering the question, would you be able to know what to do next? What would it lead to?”

Even though Chanhee was the first one to cry and break down, your wails were louder the more his words resonated within you, touching the parts of your heart that you never wanted to say out loud, scared of where and how your unconscious mind would take you. With everything in him, he untangles his arms to wrap them around your neck, patting the back of your head as you cry on his shoulder. He also lets his tears soak your scarf, resting his cheek on his arm and his chapped wavering lips rubbing against the delicate wool of your scarf, trying his best to soften his cries.

“I just…” One of his hands pats your back, giving you his comfort—even though he probably needed it more than you, “Music and singing used to be happiness that could fit in my pocket. It felt secure and safe. I could just put on my earphones and I’ll feel happy.” You notice the tighter hold after, “But music grew too fast and too big for me that I couldn’t catch up with it anymore.”

You only nod to his words, knowing how much Chanhee sacrificed to pay for his lessons. Some judged him, calling him stuck up and selfish even though they knew that he was independent in his journey to become a singer. It pains you to hear those words come out as scoffs and laughter and soon enough, you hold his hand and cut ties with them all, leaving their flabbergasted faces behind.

The sky starts to cry with you both beautifully in the form of its unique icy shapes. You both watch the snowflakes disappear on the ground, on each other clothing, on your noses. Finding the strength and breath to continue, you slowly push your body away, wiping the last bit of your tears to face your best friend straight into his eyes.

“You’re going to find happiness that you can rely on, Chanhee.” You couldn’t see his lips but you were sure that it was pouting and shivering, “It may be music or it may be something that music brings you. It may be the stage or maybe people who you will come to work with or maybe the people who will cheer you on but I’m sure you’ll find it soon.”

Even with the bustling environment around you both, there was no way that you could have missed his muttering, especially with the white puff of air, “At this rate…”

He feels the weight and pressure of your palms on both his shoulders but he still looks down to the ground where the snow slowly buries the sides of his shoes, “I promise you that if you keep going, I don’t have a single doubt that you’ll find your style. Regardless of what your crappy teacher says, you’re unique and I love your voice.”

“You sure?”

“I’m sure.” Wiping the lone tear on his cheek, “The world is going to be amazed when they hear your voice and I'm sure you'll be a good influence to them.”

For the first time in the day, Chanhee finally smiled. You observe the way his eyes disappear into pretty little upside-down moons. His head tilts back slightly, revealing the upturned corner of his lips behind the scarf that kept him warm and his teeth shine brighter with the help of the light from the marketplace behind you. Your hands were able to finally relax and mirrored the same expression back to your now radiant friend.

“Promise me that we’ll stand on the same stage someday.”

But life plays a twisted fate on you both and loves to put more pressure than you can ever carry. Having to move to a different school and a different region is not on your list of expectations. You argued endlessly about the decision to move, feeling unfair that none of your opinions mattered to them as they relentlessly started to look for moving trucks to hire. With the good offer that your dad received and realising that the youngest in the family had no final say, you tried your best to hold back the tears when telling Chanhee the news.

He cries for you and himself, already imagining the loneliness of walking to the music academy after a long day of school and the drags of his feet across the gravel in the night after each lesson. You assured him that you would call often and unlike you, he promised you the same thing. Time told you both that your friendship was still strong despite the physical distance between you both and with time, so did both your musical skills.

The trade-off for talent in your friendship is the less frequent phone calls and text messages. It was decreasing steadily and slowly until eventually, there was no more red dot beside his name on your phone even though you're sure there would be one beside your name on his. When sadness turned into confusion, then morphed into anger, hate and bitterness whenever someone asked you about him, you still found yourself swiping through your many photos with him. Just like how he cries on your last day, you cry from the silence of him.

Thankfully, time did heal your heart even though you couldn’t find a friend like him ever again. Things have changed for you and you were sure that it was the same for Chanhee. You grew taller, changed your hairstyle, hobbies, dreams and aspirations. What time didn’t seem to change however was the delivered sign that never changed with your messages. You let it go and went on with your life.

When you did come back to Seoul, you realised that the city had changed drastically. You wondered if it’s really that or if you were just struggling to remember the city that you once walked around in every day. But unlike your thoughts, maybe Seoul did change drastically. Amid the new but still bustling environment, there was this one cafe that was incredibly packed. Needing to get away from the cold, you entered to be greeted with a well-decorated interior and the gold ‘Happy Birthday New’ balloon shines brightly, especially with the light that is right above it. Many were posing in front of the gold foil fringe backdrop.

You almost didn’t recognise the boy in the picture. You don’t remember when you took your scarf off and picked up a random framed picture in the frame before picking up another one next to it, and another one, and another one. Each showed his growth. You could tell not only from his appearance but also from the bigger stage that he performed along with ten other boys. Suddenly, it clicks and it all makes sense. Hearing everyone else around you talk about him fondly took away the heavy weight that his name brought and a new feeling overtook your heart.

For the first time in a very long time, seeing his face made you smile and it didn’t hurt.

Your phone slides into your shaking hands, swipe open the camera app from the lock screen and point it at the framed picture in your hand, “At least between us both,” the camera shutters and you take a shaky inhale, “one of us took the right path.”

You know from the laughter in the space, the feeling of the radiant energy of those around you and the happiness on people’s faces as they point their cameras to their fanmade goods and the interior of the place, that Choi Chanhee has done it. The stage looked extremely good on him, even if the light was too bright and he looked so pale sometimes.

“I’m glad it was you.”

You whisper somewhat solemnly and with a bit of jealousy. Your clenched fist is a puny attempt in trying to keep your tears from expressing the hurt that suddenly hit you as you recall that moment in your life. The multiple rejections to the companies that you auditioned for, the way people on the streets pass by more frequently as their ears and eyes are focused on other’s performances—the night where you listed all your musical instruments for sale and promised that you would never sing ever again.

“You shy, talented, loveable penguin.” And it would seem that his fans agree with the chosen animal with the pouting blue penguin on top of his head. “That’s just who you are, Chanhee.”

Maybe the fame wasn’t for you. Shortly after moving, you found out that the stage was more of a hobby, especially with how you just wanted to stand on stage but never wanted to practise and study music theory properly. You just wanted to shout out the lyrics and sentimentally sing the lyrics of existing songs instead of having your name in an album or next to the credits and royalty rights to the song. But knowing that it fit Chanhee well, it was more than enough for you. He may not have known it before but you wish with all your being that he knows his capability to make others smile, including you.

Even if your broken smile is within millions that he probably would never see from the podium that rightfully held him high.

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Be Mine

Tsu’tey x dreamwalker reader

same thing with word count haha😂

pt.2 to ‘come back to me’

Warnings: smut 18+, swearing , Mentions of anxiety

NOT PROOFREAD

Overview: After Tsu’tey heals from the war, Y/n and Tsutey become closer than before…

His healing journey was one of a true warrior. One day he could barely eat and the next he was forcing himself to stand. You stayed by his side, jumping into his arms with every achievement inevitably apologizing as you forgot his injuries.

After the war you and Jake were truly accepted into the Omaticaya. You both crossed over into your Avatar bodies becoming a true navi. You were both showered with love and acceptance feeling a warmth you never truly felt. You became an official healer studying non stop to truly become the best you could be .

The weeks pasted and you and Tsu’tey grew closer together. His gestures became more apparent in public. His arm always around your waist. Kisses planted on your forehead whenever he greets you. And then the proper courting began.

Each morning a basket was left in front of your hut. Filled with different greenery and sometimes supplies you needed to make your pastes,Sometimes fruit to get you through your day. Regardless he never failed to keep a smile on your face. “goodmorning yawne.” He said reaching his arm around you as you arrived at breakfast. “ What does the day look like for you today?” He said sitting with you. “I have some gathering to do and then i should be free later tonight.” His smile brightened tail swinging a bit. “I will come to get you after!”

It was like everyone could tell what was going to happen but you. Neytiri watched holding in her giggles as she nudged jake who nudged the rest of your friends. You knew how mating worked and you were aware you were being courted but you had no idea what was to come.

The day had passed and the tasks of the day tired you out. As you began to walk to your hut that’s familiar voice graced your ears again, “finally y/n , you work too hard.” He said waiting for you leaning against a tree ahead of you. You smile sleepily “I work to hard?”, you laughed “look whos talking.” He smiled reaching a hand out to you , “you still up for tonight..?”he asked almost nervously. “Of course!” You said happily wrapping your fingers in his.

“I wanted to take you to a place i think could truly soothe you, and connect us.” He looked down to you a smile tugging at his lips . Through all of his gestures and his courting you always remember how he would scowl at you in the beginning. Remembering the look of distaste that always painted his face, and you remember how no matter how angry he looked you always thought he was so cute. “Tsu’tey im so happy i met you.” Your grip tightened on him as you walked.

You noticed where you were going. The place you first bonded. You had sat alone after leaving home tree wanting to get away from the noise of the festival that was happening. You had never felt more alone then ever, Jake had bonded with Neytiri, spending most of his time with her and you were left alone. Though you were acquainted with a few people in big gatherings your anxiety still surfaced. You sat on a rock that was more like a small ledge. It was over a hot spring and you sat with yourself humming and watching the water. “What are you doing alone this late?” Tsu’tey huffed shocking you from your daze.

You remember this day like yesterday. You remember how he sat next to you and let you speak all of your feelings. You two shared stories your sure no one else had heard. “And then Jake got mad at everyone else because he fell !” you two laughed holding youre stomachs. One of the only genuine laughs you had shared since you were on pandora

Now you walked together again. Climbing to that ledge. He helped you up his large hand on your waist making your stomach flutter. He watched your figure above him, helping himself up after. You sat on the ledge swinging your feet looking up to him. “I am forever grateful to have met you y/n, you are a true gift.” His eyes looked into yours with a deeper anticipation painting his face. You had never seen him nervous before, it was cute in a way. You turned to him moving to sit on your knees, “ i am grateful as well tsu’tey, you mean so much to me. I dont think you have any idea how it felt to almost lose you. Your hand held his cheek. “That is the thing..” he started “I know exactly the fear you felt. I face it every day that i dont make you mine.” He placed his hands onto your waist. “Y/n you have become my world, The last thing i see when i close my eyes. And the first thing i think of when i awake. You cared for me endlessly in my worse time. When i was half a man.Please be my mate, I promise to take care of you. I promise to provide all i can for you and the family we create, Please be mine” He said his eyebrows furrowed doing his best to get his words out.

His hands held onto you almost helplessly as you smiled and nodded over and over. Your smile brighter than the first star. “Ive been yours since the day i laid eyes on you.” His eyes lit up pulling you into a bear hug. His large frame engulfing your smaller one. You let your legs fall over his sitting in his lap for the first time. “I am yours, forever”. His hold on you tight like a longing that has finally been filled. You pulled his braid to the front of him , pulling yours over your shoulder as well. “Are you ready?” he asked holding his queue.

Just then you made tsaheylu. You felt and seen all of him. Almost like you truly became one. All you could do was look into his eyes. Holding onto his face as you began to fill dizzy with love. His lips grazed over yours, noses touching together before you both engulfed each other in a fiery kiss. You felt his warm lips press against yours, His sweet tongue exploring the cavern of your mouth. The way his hands traveled your waist. It was all too much.

His hands dipped lower until he was guiding your hips to rock over his. “Is this okay yawne?” He said almost breathless leaving kisses down your neck as your cunt started to flutter. “y-yes yesss.” You let yourself rut against him. “F-fuckk, yawnetu i gotta take us home”.He said as he felt his loincloth tighten. He stood carrying you. You could swear you had never seen him move so fast. He rushed through the village ignoring all the funny looks until you two reached his hut.

The next thing you knew you were sitting on his cot, lips attacking each others. He undid your top leaving kisses down your neck. “Youre so beautiful y/n..” he places kiss over your chest “my beautiful girl.” Your lips met each others again. You reached up undoing his neck piece, pulling it from his neck.

He laid you down the correct way. Situating himself between your legs and kissing over your collar bones. He reached for your loincloth untying it. And you untied his , the both of you scanned each others bodies almost desperately.

“My girl..” Was all he could utter.Kissing down your stomach slowly,repeating “you’re my girl..”.. “all mine..” He kissed over your cunt rubbing over your thighs. He pushed one of your legs over letting his tongue lick between your sopping folds. “Tsu’tey ahh~” You whimper letting your hands fall to his hair. “Thats right yawne say my name.” Before another whine could leave your mouth he was eating you out like a starved man. His tongue swirling around your clit, Soft lips sucking just right. It drove you crazy.

He let one finger sink into you. He wanted to do everything to you. But he wanted you comfortable more. “Hows this ma y/n ?” he asked thrusting his finger in slowly curling it up a bit. “G-good~ F-fuck!” He smirked at the state you were in adding another finger.

Before you could cum he made sure to pull away. He wanted to see you in a desperate state. He held your hips pulling away. He flipped you onto your hands and knees all too well. “Poke it out for me yawne, i know you know how.” He said stroking himself. You got into position arching your back well for him letting your chest touch the covers. You rocked your hips a bit for him. “Like this ma Tsu’tey?”. You knew using little pet names got him going so this was just the cherry on top to your cunt leaking in front of him.

“Oh y/n, im gonna fuck a baby into you girl.” It was the last thing you heard before you back was being beat in. His hard cock thrashing against your walls making your body shutter. His hand gripping your waist tightly pulling your small frame back onto his cock. His mind went crazy watching your ass bounce against him. Feeling your slick coat his balls. “Fuck~ this is all mine, Youre all mine.”

You had never been fucked so good. You made sure to fuck him back,bouncing back on each thrust. “Aah!! Tsu’tey !!” You felt him deeper once he pushed your knees apart a bit more, earning a new angle. Once you got closer your noises became incoherent. You babbled on in on trying to tell him how close you were.

“Yeah my love, Youre gonna cum for me?” he said making sure to let his tip rub against that gummy spot in your deep walls. “Come on yawne, let it all out”. Your moans were loud enough you’re sure the whole village could hear. You let yourself unravel and he did the same letting incoherent navi mutters slip from his tongue. “F-fuck.. my girl..my pussy~”.

Once you both finished it definitely wasn’t over. It went on like this, every position you could think of all night. You never thought he could do you like this but thank god you were finally his…

“Shanite!! Yousa!! Enough!!!” You shouted at your children. They were preteens now but still bickered like small children. “But mom he always tries to steal my things !” Yousa shouted which Shanite came back with a louder comeback. “Enough!” Your mate shouted over your shoulder. “Your mother asked you to stop all this yelling, youll stress her.” He placed a hand on your baby bump “Take it outside!” He leant down to kiss your head. “Goodmorning yawne, im sorry the boys awoke you this way again.” he chuckled lightly “It is time for me to go do morning trainings are you gonna be okay, You know i dont like to leave you alone…

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pensat-i-fet · 9 months

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Support (John Stones x Reader)

**I got a request to write for Stones and then @faye01mcfc gave me an idea of what to write about specifically. Also, I’ve only done it twice but I’m kind of into using just one word as the title. Enjoy reading!! ❤️**

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John had gotten used to winning trophies in the last couple of years but the treble felt much more special. And if there was someone he wanted to celebrate that achievement with, it was you.

Some of his teammates headed to Ibiza for a pre-celebration and he joined them. It was a good time, sure. But deep down, he couldn't wait to just be with you.

"You're back!", you said surprised and ran to the door to greet him.

"Yes. I got bored of my teammates and decided to come back a bit earlier".

"Don't get bored of me now, then".

"Never".

John was obviously tired after the last couple of days, so you just had some quiet time together.

"I'll make some dinner".

"Ok. Oh by the way, we have a lot of events tomorrow so I'll leave quite early. We can meet after the parade, right?"

"The parade?", you knew there would be one, of course. But just the thought of it made you feel cold sweat on your skin.

"I can't go", you said quietly.

"Do you have work?"

"No. I just…".

He let out a dry laugh. "I'm not surprised. You never come to anything with me. And I usually don't mind if football is not your thing but this is the most important moment of my career. And my girlfriend won't be there".

"It's just that…".

"Everyone gets support from their partners. But all I get is an empty seat to look at. Do you know how that makes me feel?"

"I'm sorry".

"Do you even care about me? Do you care about my career? Sometimes I wonder…".

"Of course I do, John".

"Then show it to me!"

"It's just…I…", you didn't know how to say the words. A part of you almost wished he was just mad at you. But he was disappointed and hurt. And that broke your heart. "You're right. You deserve better".

"Wait what?"

You picked up your jacket and bag and made your way to the door.

"What do you mean? Where are you going?"

"I can't be here right now. I'm sorry I keep hurting you. You deserve someone who supports you. Not me…".

"What are you trying to say? Just stay and we can talk. Don't go".

"I have to".

John just stared at the door wondering what had happened. Were you…breaking up with him? What was going on?

He tried to give you a couple of hours to do whatever you needed to do to clear your head but was also worried about anything happening to you.

All his calls went straight to voicemail and he was getting desperate not knowing how to contact you.

When his phone rang, he hoped it was you but it was an unknown number. He normally wouldn't answer but it could be you calling from another number or something, so he couldn't risk not answering.

"Hello?"

"John? I'm Alicia".

He was right to answer then. Alicia was one of your best friends.

"Do you know where she…?"

"She's here".

"Thank God. Is she ok?"

"Sort of? I mean, she's trying to keep it together but she keeps saying that it's all her fault whenever you call and she refuses to answer. So I got your number from her phone and called you without her knowing. She's taking a shower".

"Can I go there and see her?"

"Please. I hate seeing her like this. I know how hard it's for her to open up and she ends up hurting herself more".

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you know. She struggles so much with talking about feelings and then there's her horrible social anxiety".

Now it all made sense. But why didn't you tell him?

"Yes. Don't tell her I'm on my way, please. I'll be there soon".

He went to his car and drove to Alicia's place. All of a sudden, he felt so nervous to talk to you.

You were always so supportive whenever he mentioned his insecurities after a bad match. But…didn't you think he could do the same for you?

"Come in. I'll go to my room, she's over there".

"Thank you".

Alicia nodded before leaving you two alone to talk.

"Ali? Who is it?"

"Me".

"What are you doing here?"

"Trying to find why my girlfriend ran away?", he laughed, nervously.

"It's all too much, John".

"Alicia told me without knowing she did".

You frowned. "What do you mean?"

"Your social anxiety? It's that why you don't come to matches or events or anything?"

You nodded, biting your lip and looking down, ashamed. "I'm sorry".

"For what? The only thing you did wrong was not telling me. I would have understood. I'm not going to force you to do something that hurts you".

"But it's stupid. I'm like a little child. Actually, it's gotten worse. I was better as a child".

John sat down next to you and held your hand. "I'm getting worse too, you know? I left Ibiza because the plan bored me. And there will be moments that bore me at the parade too. And look at Julián! He felt so uncomfortable celebrating on the pitch because that's hard for him too. You're not the only one who goes through that and your age means nothing in this case".

"But you deserve to be supported".

"You support me. It was really unfair saying you don't. You do it in the way you can and I appreciate it so much".

You were still not sure. "But you'd be disappointed if I don't go to the parade…".

He laughed and you noticed it was a nice laugh. He wasn't laughing at you.

"Well, now I know why you can't go, I'd rather you stay home, to be honest. I'll be so worried thinking about you being overwhelmed by all the people and all that".

"I'm still sorry".

"How about this? You skip the parade and come to the dinner afterwards. It's just the players and their families. No photographers or cameras. No drunk fans. Just drunk players but we can sit away from them".

You chuckled thinking about the players you would be avoiding then.

"I could try that".

"And if you feel it's too much, we leave".

"I'd like to do that".

"Yeah?", his big smile was contagious. So you smiled back and nodded.

After your talk, you both went back home and kept chatting about why it was so hard for you to deal with certain social interactions. John couldn't relate to all of it but understood your feelings anyways.

"I wish you had told me earlier", he said.

"I wish I had too. I'm always scared of people's reactions to hearing about it but you've been great since you found out".

So the next morning, it was time to get ready for a long day. You just had to go to work like any other day. But John had all these events he had to attend. He didn't struggle like you did but was definitely tired of all of it by the time of the parade. He just wanted to go to the team's dinner and see you. Hoping you would be fine.

He had warned some of his teammates and they understood. They weren't going to bother you much but would try to make you feel welcome.

"Hey! You look stunning!"

You smiled at John. It's true that you made a bit of a bigger effort. The whole process of picking up the outfit and doing your makeup helped you forget about your nerves for a while so that was nice too.

"Thank you. Should we meet everyone?"

He nodded, leading you to the first group of teammates.

"Oh wow, you actually exist. We thought John had made you up".

You laughed while John rolled his eyes. "He was clearly hiding her because of how beautiful she is", said another one of his teammates.

"Ok, enough of this group. Let's go meet the others".

"See? Hiding her again".

Their jokes made you loosen up a bit and by the time you had met everyone, you felt slightly better.

"Do you want to come with us to have a drink?", offered Kevin's wife and you pushed yourself a little further and said yes.

"Come back if it gets too much, ok? I'll be right here", whispered John when he leaned down to kiss your cheek. And after nodding, you joined the rest of the women.

"John told you to make an effort for me, right?"

"Yes, isn't it sweet? We were just happy to finally meet you".

"It's nice meeting you too", you said sincerely. "Hopefully, I'll be able to attend matches next season and we can hang out more".

"You're always welcome. Want another glass?"

You nodded and took the glass of champagne. You weren't really into drinking but it was helping you relax.

When you joined John again, he noticed how giggly you had gotten and frowned, curious about the change.

"Had a good time with the girls?"

"Yes, they were super nice. Everyone is super nice".

"Good", he nodded and then saw you grab another glass of champagne and drink it way too fast. "Wow! Easy! You're not used to that so don't try to outdrink Jack".

"I don't think that's humanly possible".

He laughed, holding the glass for a second so you could drink it more slowly.

"It does help a bit. To feel less overwhelmed".

"That's ok. But you can't just have a bottle of champagne every time you feel anxious", he laughed and you pouted.

"Party pooper".

"We'll work on finding what helps the best, ok?"

And you nodded, looking forward to having him help you face your problems.

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Burning Rubber

Chapter Thirteen

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Word Count: 1,725

Summary: Haunted by memories of Azha and fueled by regret, Lando navigates life and his career, yearning to salvage their shattered relationship. As Azha celebrates her racing victory, she grapples with fear and longing, torn between her lingering emotions for Lando and a newfound summer romance. Despite their separation, both realize their misery without each other, igniting a desperate longing for reconciliation amidst the tumult of their individual journeys.

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The memories of Azha lingered in my mind like an elusive melody, haunting me with each passing day. I couldn't shake the feeling of regret that clung to my soul like a shadow. I had let her slip away, blinded by my own foolishness and pride. But now, I was determined to make things right, to win her back and salvage what remained of our shattered relationship.

As I navigated through the bustling streets of Monaco, my thoughts drifted back to that fateful weekend when everything fell apart. Azha and I had been inseparable, our love burning bright like a flame in the darkness. But then, I made a mistake—a mistake that would come back to haunt me.

I had let another woman into my life, drawn in by the allure of something new and exciting. I had been weak, succumbing to the temptation that whispered sweet promises in my ear. But in doing so, I had betrayed Azha, breaking her heart in the process.

When Azha found out about my betrayal, her trust in me shattered like glass, leaving behind a tangled mess of pain and anger. I tried to apologize, to make amends, but it was too late. The damage had been done, and Azha had closed herself off to me, her heart guarded by walls of ice.

Determined to win Azha back, I embarked on a journey of redemption, willing to do whatever it took to prove my love for her. I showered her with gifts and affection, hoping to chip away at the walls she had built around her heart. But no matter how hard I tried, Azha remained distant, her eyes clouded with doubt and uncertainty.

Azha’s POV

The sun beat down on the asphalt as I stood at the start line, the roar of engines echoing in my ears. This was it, the race before summer break as a rookie. Nerves and excitement warred within me as I gripped the steering wheel, ready to unleash everything I had trained for.

As the countdown began, my heart pounded in my chest. Three, two, one... Go! I slammed my foot on the accelerator, feeling the surge of power as my car shot forward. Adrenaline coursed through my veins as I expertly navigated the twists and turns of the track, the tires screeching in protest as I pushed them to their limit.

Crossing the finish line, I let out a whoop of triumph, the cheers of the crowd washing over me. I had done it. I had proved myself on the track.

As the roar of the crowd echoed through the stadium, I couldn't help but feel a surge of adrenaline coursing through my veins. The smell of burnt rubber hung heavy in the air, a testament to the fierce competition that had unfolded on the track. And as I stood atop the podium, bathed in the glow of victory, I knew that this moment would be etched into my memory forever.

From a young age, I had dreamed of nothing else but racing. The thrill of pushing myself to the limit, the exhilaration of speeding around the track—it was an addiction that consumed me completely. And now, after years of hard work and dedication, I had finally achieved my ultimate goal: winning.

As the champagne flowed and the cheers grew louder, I basked in the glory of my victory, surrounded by friends, family, and fellow competitors. It was a moment of pure euphoria, a celebration of all the blood, sweat, and tears that had gone into reaching this pinnacle of success. And as I raised my trophy high into the air, I knew that this was only the beginning of my journey.

But even as I reveled in my triumph, I couldn't shake the feeling of restlessness that gnawed at the edges of my mind. The summer break loomed ahead, promising a respite from the rigors of competition. And yet, I found myself longing for something more—a chance to escape the confines of the racetrack and explore the world beyond.

With the taste of victory still fresh on my lips, I made a decision to embark on a journey unlike any other. I yearned to feel the wind in my hair, the sun on my face, as I traveled far and wide in search of new experiences and adventures. And so, with a sense of excitement coursing through my veins, I set out to make the most of my summer break.

From the bustling streets of Tokyo to the sun-drenched beaches of Trinidad and Tobago, I embraced every moment of my summer adventure with open arms. I reveled in the thrill of exploration, immersing myself in the sights, sounds, and sensations of each new destination. And with each passing day, I felt a renewed sense of freedom and exhilaration coursing through my veins.

As I traveled from one destination to the next, I found myself reflecting on the journey that had brought me here. The highs and lows, the triumphs and tribulations—they had all shaped me into the person I had become. And as I gazed out at the vast expanse of the world before me, I felt a sense of gratitude wash over me for all the opportunities that lay ahead.

But amidst the excitement and adventure, there was one thing that lingered in the back of my mind—a nagging sense of loneliness that I couldn't quite shake. Despite the throngs of people that surrounded me, I couldn't help but feel a longing for something more—a connection that transcended the confines of time and space.

And then, just when I least expected it, fate intervened in the most unexpected of ways

It was on one of my lazy days lounging by the beach that I met him. Tall, dark, and handsome, with a smile that could melt the coldest of hearts and a mischievous glint in his eyes.. His name was James, and from the moment our eyes met, I knew there was something special about him.

Sparks flew as we shared stories and laughter, the connection between us undeniable.

We spent the next few weeks together, exploring the island, sampling the local cuisine, and losing ourselves in each other's company. Jamal was everything I had been looking for – charming, funny, and utterly captivating.

But even as I lost myself in the whirlwind romance, there was a part of me that couldn't shake the memories of Lando, my ex-boyfriend and fellow racer. No matter how hard I tried to push him from my mind, his image lingered, a constant reminder of the love we once shared.

One sultry night, fueled by desire and longing, I gave in to the heat of the moment and surrendered myself to James completely. Our bodies tangled together in a frenzy of passion, the world around us fading into oblivion as we lost ourselves in each other.

As the days turned into weeks, I found myself torn between my feelings for James and my lingering emotions for Lando. Try as I might, I couldn't shake the sense of guilt that gnawed at me whenever I was with James, knowing that my heart still belonged to someone else.

And then one night, as James and I lay entwined beneath the stars, I couldn't deny it any longer. My thoughts drifted back to Lando, to the laughter we shared, the dreams we had made together. With a heavy heart, I knew that I had to end things with James and that I couldn't continue to use him as a distraction from the pain of my past.

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away, Lando refused to give up on us. He poured his heart and soul into his racing career, determined to prove himself on the track and win me back in the process. But no matter how many races he won or accolades he received, I remained stubbornly out of reach.

As the summer drew to a close, I found myself at a crossroads, torn between the familiarity of the past and the allure of the unknown. With each passing day, the weight of my indecision grew heavier, threatening to consume me entirely.

Lando’s POV

One fateful day, as I was drowning in my own despair, I received a call from a Max—a call that would change everything. They had seen Azha in Jamaica, basking in the warmth of the sun with another man by her side. My heart sank at the realization that Azha had moved on, finding solace in the arms of another.

I couldn't bear to believe that Azha had found happiness without me, that she had replaced me so easily. But the evidence was undeniable, and I was forced to confront the painful truth. Azha had found someone else, someone who could give her the love and affection that I had failed to provide.

The revelation of Azha's summer fling cut me to the core, igniting a firestorm of emotions within me. Anger, jealousy, and heartache consumed me, threatening to swallow me whole. How could she move on so quickly? Didn't our love mean anything to her?

Despite the pain of betrayal, a small glimmer of hope flickered within me—a hope that maybe, just maybe, Azha still harbored feelings for me. With newfound determination, I set out to win her back once and for all, vowing to make amends for my past mistakes and prove to her that my love was true.

Realizing that words alone were not enough to mend the rift between us, I knew that I had to prove my love for Azha through my actions. But as the days turned into weeks and the weeks turned into months, I grew increasingly frustrated by Azha's reluctance to forgive me. I wanted nothing more than to erase the hurt I had caused, to make things right between us, but I knew that healing takes time—time that Azha was not yet ready to give.

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studentbyday · 2 months

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day 16-22 // 30doi

🧘🏻‍♀️ times are busy, but i can be productive and achieve my daily study goals while staying calm and not forgoing any self-care 🙏🏻

they say don't trust your thoughts when you're sleepy. i'd like to add, don't trust your thoughts when you're behind on school or you don't get the grade you want or you miss out on an opportunity and start questioning whether you've got the aptitude to do whatever it is you wanted to do in the future. you will learn from this. you will become stronger. you will not let this prevent you from achieving your dreams. you are so much bigger than that - it does not define you. 😤

it's really difficult to take it one day at a time as i had originally aspired to do in this challenge. when my life feels like a mess, i feel like i need to plan the heck out of it, consider all my options for the near and far future and where they might lead me, so i pick the one that's best. amd i always want to come to a decision right. now. so i can stop feeling like a mess who doesn't know what she's doing with her life. smh. when driven by the anxiety of my vision of failure, the exercise often turns out to be a waste of my time.

there is a high to having grandiose dreams and drawing a detailed map to get there. but it just adds extra pressure and anxiety and overwhelm. i don't think i know how to make long-term plans that work.

🌲 week 8/52's study stats (50/10):

M: 🌲🌲🌲🌲 T: 🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲 W: 🌲🌲🌲🌲 Th: 🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲 F: 🌲🌲🌲

update: had a really hard time sticking with the breaks on some days. either i worked through them or i skipped them and moved onto the next 50 minutes of work. it was a really busy week, but i feel like i could've done a better job at balancing myself, especially since my health these days really demands that i don't sit all day. 😔

🌷 little daily self-care things that keep me afloat:

physio exercises

2-min runs (bc i don't have stamina and it tires me enough to reduce insomnia and stress)

sticking to my hair care routine (basic but effective 👌🏻)

doing my hair 👧🏻 (bc it makes me feel a little more put together ✨)

outfit tracker 👕

showers 🧖🏻‍♀️🚿

moisturizing immediately after shower 🧴

vitamins/meds/probiotic 💊

🪥 and floss

deal with winter allergies like my doctor said to 💨

journal/vent/meditate when i need to

3 things that made me happy/that i'm grateful for

trying to never get less than 7h of sleep 💤

never skipping meals 😋

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natashasnoodle · 2 years

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For The Coffee | Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

Masterlist | N.R Masterlist

Words: 4.5k

Summary: Natasha doesn't feel like she's fitting into the new lifestyle she has acquired at SHIELD, but you show her that her way of living life is normal, and she wants to live it with you.

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It was only six months ago that Clint Barton had aided in defecting Natasha into SHIELD instead of carrying out the execution order that he had been given. During that time she had been trying to do things to make her feel like she was a normal American citizen. She was aware that growing up in a Russian organisation that turns young girls into assassins wasn't the most conventional upbringing, so now that she was in the States she wanted to feel like she had some normalcy.

If she was tired after work she would take her car to a fast-food drive-thru instead of cooking, even though she wasn't a fan of the greasy food, she went to bars with work friends even though she didn't like their company, she attended dinner parties, baby showers, the whole works.

She didn't like doing any of those things, her excitement of normalcy soon turned into pure dread of wearing yet another mask.

A mask that presented her to others as your average person with an average social battery and average interests.

Wearing this mask was exhausting, she was used to pretending to be someone that she wasn't, it was how she had survived most of her life. But this one was a tough one to master as it was nothing like the other ones she had to create in the past. She had never had to pretend to want to socialise for five-six days a week, she had never had to make constant polite small talk and ask people about their days in almost every interaction. It was very new, very alien.

The struggle of wearing it meant that to others she seemed withdrawn, even sometimes disinterested. Natasha wasn't stupid, she knew that people seemed to be more reserved around her because of how she acted, she just didn't know how to change this.

It was very off-putting. Her chance at a new life was now a life sentence. She didn't fit in, that was clear to her, and she didn't think that she ever would. Which was something that she was coming to terms with.

A few months into her new life came the self-loathing feeling, she thought that she was acting ungrateful for this new opportunity. She didn't know that her feelings were valid, anyone would feel it when being thrown into a completely new situation from all angles, but it wasn't like she had anyone to reassure her of this as she never opened up to anyone about it in the first place.

She gave herself six months. Six months to feel like she fit into the normalcy.

But she still didn't.

Months turned into a year. A year turned into years. She was miserable. This was a level of frustration and isolation that she had never felt before.

Every day had become the same. Wearing the same mask as she headed to work with the people who didn't understand her, who could never understand her. The closest friend she had was Clint, but she just felt guilty when around him.

Guilty that he had stuck his neck out for her to get here to where she was now, and how did she repay him? By keeping him and everyone else at arm's length, not allowing herself to relish in what she could have if she wanted it.

Even through her personal and social struggles, she had always loved her job. She was good at it which gave her a sense of achievement, something she felt she lacked in all other areas. The brief serotonin rushes that she would get would almost make staying worth it.

Almost.

There came a point where Natasha eventually hated her job. When she was in the Red Room and dreamt of life outside, she had always imagined work only being a small part of it. Most of her hopes and dreams lay in the idea of having a home that she could share with someone, travelling the world with the person that she loved, having a rewarding hobby, doing charity work, anything. But instead, all of her happiness had resided in her day job.

When she had come to this realisation she started hating it, how it had taken over her life, how it felt as though she did the same things over and over again. But she couldn't leave, she felt like she had to stay. These people had given her freedom, she couldn't leave them.

Natasha was close to giving up hope, close to accepting that she would live life as a zombie for the rest of her days until she died.

But one day something changed, in a moment of inspiration, she began a last-ditch effort to experience some normalcy that she might enjoy. She decided to try and find a cafe where she could be a regular at. That seemed like a normal person thing. Plus, the idea of someone greeting her with recognition like baristas did in the movies seemed appealing.

She tried a few places over a couple of weeks, but most of their coffee was awful and bitter, which she strongly associated with her last-ditch effort mission. She felt awful and bitter about it. She felt stupid. So, she gave up and carried on with her dull, dull routine of work, sleep, eat, repeat.

Every morning before work, Natasha would take a walk, the same route every day like clockwork. It helped clear her mind before dealing with the day and was the one thing about her routine that she had found worked for her. But today, for the first time in years, something was different.

As she walked, she was broken out of her thoughts by a woman in slacks and a blazer rushing past her muttering all kinds of profanities before swiftly entering a cafe a few doors down.

She let out a small smile at what she had heard, and after a moment of thought decided to go in as well. Even though she was an observant person in general, Nat had never taken any notice of this particular cafe, and she saw it as a sign to try one last time. Even after all this time she still had an annoying little flame of hope burning inside of her.

She ended up being behind the person in the street in the queue, but Natasha once again didn't take much notice other than acknowledging that they were there as she examined the menu board above the barista station. She didn't know who she was kidding, she would have a black coffee as always.

Once again she was snapped out of her thoughts by a very enthusiastic "Hey Y/n!", from the barista.

Natasha shamelessly eavesdropped on your conversation with the coffee maker. The barista had pointed out that you were later than normal, which triggered you to go off on a tangent about everything that had gone wrong this morning to make you late for work. You explained that your alarm clock didn't go off, you dropped your work phone in the toilet, your friend's cat that you were looking after decided to throw up all over the place, and you had stubbed your toe twice before leaving your apartment.

Nat frowned slightly at hearing about your misfortune this morning, but after your ramble, you still sounded chipper as you explained that you were making yourself later because you needed their "Godly coffee before dealing with the idiots at work".

This confused Natasha. Your morning had been terrible. Truly terrible. And yet you were still sounding... happy? Natasha knew that if she had been in your situation, she would be having a glaring competition with everything that she looked at.

You seemed to be flustered due to rushing around, but you didn't seem angry with the world for cursing you with such bad luck. Your mindset intrigued her, and then she was met with you looking right at her as you turned to leave, and your face intrigued her even more.

You'd taken her breath away and Natasha had no clue what words were anymore when you muttered a small "Hi" to her before slipping past, presumably to sprint to work.

After you had left she stayed stuck on the spot before offering an awkward wave that you wouldn't have seen because you had already made your exit. She cursed herself for acting like a bumbling idiot in the middle of the cafe and turned to place her order, the barista wearing a knowing smirk.

As Natasha sipped her coffee on the way to work, she thought back to what you had said about it, it was certainly God-like. She hummed in appreciation as the coffee gave her the kick that she needed to start her work day, but you plagued her mind whilst she filled out report after report.

She tried to shake you from her thoughts and instead thought about the cafe. Because that was a totally different train of thought.

After much consideration, she decided to go to the cafe again tomorrow, the coffee was nice, there was no other reason behind it. She also decided to go earlier than she had done so that she could sit and drink her coffee. It was definitely not because she had deduced that you must go earlier than you had that day as you were "running late".

The rest of her day was calmer than it usually felt, she didn't know why though. Natasha had successfully blocked out that embarrassing interaction she had with you out of her mind, but the little flame of hope you had somehow made burn brighter was allowing her to feel more relaxed.

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The next morning Natasha had ordered her black coffee from the same barista as before and sat herself down. She had time to, considering that she had gone out of her way to get to the cafe early before work.

It was a nice environment, the furniture all had a nice oak finish which made the darker tones of the wall pop instead of looking glum. There were also some nice abstract art pieces that caught Natasha's attention.

Until you walked in.

You looked more put-together today as you didn't have a hurricane of chaos following you around that morning. You walked in calmly as you made your way over to the counter to order your coffee. Natasha noticed how the barista's face lit up when you complimented his shirt, and couldn't help a soft smile on her face, you seemed nice.

Natasha spent the next few minutes looking out of the window until you caught her attention again. You were shuffling some things around in your bag, and the jingling of your keys rang out into the air. This caused the ex-assassin to whip her head around to the new noise, but immediately became less defensive when she saw that it was just you.

When you had finished organising your bag, you turned and met Natasha's gaze, she looked a bit embarrassed that you had caught her looking but you gave an awkward wave and a smile before making your way out and to work.

Natasha cursed herself yet again, this time for not waving. She had been too caught up in finding the humour in your actions, you had done the same wave that she had tried to give you yesterday.

She told herself that she'd come in again tomorrow. For the coffee.

When tomorrow rolled around Natasha had placed herself at the same table, and you made the same calm entrance that you had made the previous day. But this time you looked over at the redhead before you made a move to the counter. You offered a small awkward wave yet again.

For some reason, you felt drawn in by her. You didn't know why, she was just... beautiful, but also looked to have a kind soul, which was what drew you in more. But there also seemed to be a sadness in her eyes, it was well hidden, but certainly there.

Her eyes lit up slightly and she gave you a wave back. Your coffee order was now placed, but you felt restless. Twenty seconds of confidence was needed. Just twenty seconds. So, you asked the barista for a pen and a napkin, which he generously gave you, and you jotted your number down along with your name.

You thanked him for the coffee and turned to make your exit. Natasha had been having a staring contest with her coffee as she didn't want to scare you if she was staring unknowingly.

Before you made your exit, you slowly made your way over to Natasha's table and placed the napkin down next to her coffee. She jumped slightly, not expecting you to be anywhere near her, but the initial fear turned into a spark of joy when she spotted what was on the napkin.

You couldn't stay long, you had work, so you smiled and left, leaving Natasha to grab onto the napkin and stare at it as though it contained all of the secrets of the universe.

She really didn't know what it was about you that had piqued her attention so much. You just seemed gentle, not brash unlike the other people in her life.

She didn't call you immediately, she wanted to give it some time so that she didn't look desperate.

It took her a few days to call you, but one evening after pacing around her apartment, she did. When you answered you were understandably confused as it showed up as an unknown caller, but when Natasha explained that she was the woman from the coffee shop, you immediately sounded happy, and Natasha's heart swelled. It had been a long time since she had heard someone be that happy to hear from her.

You promptly asked her how her day was and how work had gone, and she practically melted.

You had made Natasha Romanoff turn into a blabbering mess as she tried to explain how her day had been. You chuckled kindly a few times when she tripped up on her words, which only caused her to blush more.

Unknowingly, the two of you talked for hours into the night before deciding that it was late and that you would catch up again tomorrow.

Natasha deflated slightly when the call ended, she had wanted to ask you a question but couldn't seem to find that twenty seconds of confidence. But still, you had placed her in a great mood, so she was happy with what had happened.

She went for coffee again the next day, taking the same seat by the window, excitedly awaiting your arrival. This didn't show on the outside though, she looked relatively stoic as she sat straight-backed, sipping her coffee and playing with the handle when it was on the table.

When you entered you both gave each other small smiles of acknowledgement before you went to get your drink too. Natasha had expected you to leave again like you always did, so she was confused when she saw your hand hesitate on the door handle as you looked at the ground. You seemed to be in a bit of mental turmoil.

She became even more confused when your path changed completely and you walked over to her table, placing yourself in the chair opposite her.

"What are you doing?".

You smiled as you placed your coffee down, "I'm being late for work".

Natasha couldn't help the elation bubble up inside of her when she heard your voice. She had only heard it being directed at her on the phone before, except for that initial "Hi", and she had immediately decided that hearing the real deal was so much better.

You both stayed for half an hour before the two of you got up and started walking so that you wouldn't be fired. The brief walk that you got to have together was nice, but Natasha began panicking slightly when you said that you would be taking the next corner, her journey carried on slightly further down the road.

Twenty seconds.

She very clumsily asked you out on a date, she wasn't even sure if the words that she had spoken were in the right order. After analysing the situation afterwards she is certain that she said "Date will you go with me?". But that didn't matter, because you said yes anyway.

She told you that she would text you the details and then you parted ways for work. But she wasn't thinking about work, she was thinking about what kind of date she would take you on. Natasha hadn't been on a proper date before, having only done "first dates" with targets, though she didn't want to count those.

Nat didn't particularly like busy social areas like bars and restaurants due to the fact that she over-analysed everything in sight to keep herself safe, and that was exhausting to do with so many people around. She wouldn't be able to focus on the date at all.

On her lunch break, she asked if you liked walking. When you responded that you loved it she thanked her lucky stars, so she asked if she could have your address so that she could collect you and half a walk and lunch around a large park nearby.

Initially, she wanted to take you on her favourite mountain hiking trails, but she didn't want to come off as an axe-murderer. She would save the mountains for the second date.

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As you sat in Natasha's car on the way to the park you could feel the amount of nervous energy that she was radiating, so you decided to make conversation. You asked her about the idea behind a walk on the first date, as usually people are boring and just go for restaurants.

She laughed at your choice of words, and carefully explained how she didn't like busy places, there was no point in lying but she was worried about how you'd react. Maybe you would think that she was weak, she didn't want that.

So, she was shocked when you hummed in agreement, explaining how nervous busy places made you and that's usually why your first dates crash and burn, and why you rarely go out with friends as bars were their favourite places in the world.

Natasha smiled at the fact that so far you were on the same wavelength. And that only continued when you arrived at the park and started walking, when she asked you about yourself you explained how usually you keep yourself to yourself, preferring a small circle of people over a large one, and how much of a homebody you are, but liked the company of others too so it was a vicious circle.

This was the first time that Natasha had heard that term. Homebody.

You explained what it meant and how some people just aren't the extroverted units of energy that others are, and it was like Natasha could see clearly for the first time. She had thought that for the entirety of her time in the States, which was a few years now, that there was something wrong with her for not clicking with those around her. It just turned out that she was more introverted than them, and that was okay.

You got her.

No one had ever gotten her before.

The date was a huge success, and you both wanted to do another one. You were the one who suggested the second date which made her smile and start explaining the hike that she wanted to take you on but didn't want you thinking that she was dragging you up there to kill you.

You laughed but understood how sketchy that may have sounded for a first date, especially because there had been limited interactions beforehand.

When she dropped you off at home you planted a small kiss on her cheek and offered her a dopey smile before turning to enter your building.

Natasha stood smiling at her shoes before she snapped back into reality and drove herself home, you plaguing her mind again.

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The second date went well. So did the third, the fourth, and the fifth, and so on and so forth.

Months had passed and you two were incredibly comfortable around each other. You understood each other on a level that no one else did, that no one else could.

Most of the time the two of you hung out at Natasha's place, your idea of date night involved sitting on the sofa and eating a home-cooked meal that you worked on together whilst watching a movie.

Natasha didn't have to wear that mask when she was with you. She could be herself through and through as she sat next to you, making sure that there was some contact. Usually, she made sure that your legs were touching as you ate, then dragged you into her hold when you had finished.

It was a lovely relationship that Nat cherished every moment of. It was tender, and soft, and safe. You were her home, and she was yours.

But just like everyone else, Natasha had bad days, and unfortunately, her bad day had landed on date night. Her favourite day of the week.

She had a crappy day at work, everyone and everything seemed to be against her, so when she kicked off her shoes as she entered her apartment she just wanted to break down and sleep. But then she remembered that you were coming over in half an hour.

At first, she wanted to cancel on you, not having the energy to do anything, but she held herself back knowing that if anyone in the world could make her feel better it would be you. So, when you arrived she put on that mask that she wears around everyone else.

But you saw through it immediately, this was not your Natasha. You didn't say anything though, knowing that she wouldn't want to be pressed about it, you'd just have to make her feel safe enough to take it off on her accord.

You pressed a small kiss to her lips before walking through to the kitchen, her trailing behind you. It was your turn to buy the ingredients this week, so you began happily unpacking them in preparation for your meal.

But you kept catching Natasha looking longingly outside. It had snowed heavily that morning, so you were wondering if she was just looking at the snow that remained, but her face looked almost desperate so you ruled that out.

After a few minutes of silent pondering, you realised that Natasha might be wanting to go on a walk. It was usually her way of making herself feel better if she knew that she couldn't lie in bed and wallow in self-pity.

So, you decided to give Natasha her walk.

She looked at you with confusion on her face as you started packing the food away, and fear ran through her that she had done something wrong. Maybe she was acting too sad and had ruined date night, that's why you were leaving.

"No, don't go", Natasha placed her hand on top of yours to stop you, and your heart broke slightly at the vulnerability as the mask was ripped off.

"I'm not leaving you, we're going on a walk", you assured her as you placed a few items of food in the fridge, and left the rest in your bag on the counter.

Nat shook her head slightly and looked at you incredulously, "It's cold, and late, and dark...", she began listing off before you stopped her.

"I can see that you're not okay, Natasha", you started softly. She looked like she was about to protest but you started back up again, "Which is okay, it's okay". You wanted to reassure her as most of the time she saw 'not being okay' as a major weakness and flaw.

"Everyone experiences not being okay, but a walk never hurt anyone, so we're going, grab your coat". She did as she was told, and also placed a beanie on her head, placing her spare one on your for good measure before planting a delicate kiss on the tip of your nose. She giggled slightly when your nose crinkled in response, and the two of you walked hand in hand outside.

It was freezing, there was no denying that, but you carried on walking anyway, your breaths coming out as little puffs of smoke. After a few minutes of walking in silence Nat turned to you and determined that it was safe to tell you about her day, so dragged the two of you to a nearby bench.

She explained how something got blamed on her at work, so she was reprimanded before they found out who had actually made the mistake, but that it took hours for the whole truth to come out, and that being shouted at in that manner had scared her, it took her back to old times which is why she was acting so weird. You weren't sure what that last part meant but you comforted her anyway.

She listened to your reassuring speech about how her feelings were valid, that tomorrow will be a new day, that you were always there and that you loved her, nothing would change that.

Natasha gave a watery smile as she pushed away the tears that were threatening to spill when she told you that she loved you too.

The two of you then sat in comfortable silence whilst Natasha mulled over what you had told her, and she realised that she never, ever, had to wear a mask around you. You were completely and utterly safe.

When you shivered she mentally cursed herself for not noticing how cold you had become and decided that it was time you both went home for dinner. "Let's go home, you're freezing and I don't want you catching a cold".

She lifted you up by your arms, and you stood, but you were practically frozen in place, and not from the cold. Her words were running around in your head.

'Home'.

Natasha obviously noticed your hesitancy to move, "You okay?", she asked, concerned with your current state.

Your response didn't help. "Home". She thought that you had somehow hit your head without her noticing.

"What?". "Home", you repeated with a smile on your face, only making Natasha tilt her head in confusion at you.

"You've never said 'let's go home' before, always 'let's go back to my place'", you explained.

Natasha was silent for a few seconds as she took in your realisation and suddenly a smile was etched onto her face, "Yeah, I guess you spend so much time with me at home, that I consider it our home".

You gave her the biggest grin that you could muster, feeling all of the love in the world. "Do you wanna make it official?", she suddenly asked as she fumbled with cold hands to take her spare key off of her keychain. She wanted to make the moment as cheesy as possible so before handing you the key said, "Y/n Y/l/n, will you make me the happiest woman alive and move in with me?".

You both laughed at her words, and you wanted to reply in the same way, so opted for half-shouting, "Yes, a thousand times yes!", as the laughter continued and you took the key from her outstretched palm. The two of you may have been joking around but the happiness that you felt was all real.

As Natasha stared into your eyes, watching at how they sparkled because of happiness, and the streetlamp behind her, she could only think of how lucky she was to have you, and that the dreams she had as a young girl were all coming true. So, she guided you back to the safety of the home that you now both shared.

Oh, how she was grateful for coffee.

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Hello, could you do a lady lesso x reader when there in the tub, cuddling and softly playing. Then reader starts playing roughly and the fluff story turns into a smut one.maybe have readers legs weak to the point lady lesso has to carry her into bed afterwards(details please)

It’s never just a bath with you|NSFW

*Authors note~ god I love bath cuddles so much like such an underrated form of intimacy and truly who doesn't love a nice warm bath.*

Trigger warning~ mommy kink, degrading/praise smutty goodness

Prompt~see ask^^^^

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Bath had always been something you enjoyed. If you were stressed, then a bath would fix it. If you were aching from a days work? Then a bath was your solution. Truly you weren't sure there was anything that a nice hot bath couldn't fix. It was your favourite form of self care, one that your girlfriend knew you enjoyed so if she couldn't find you she always checked the tub.

You'd had a particularly tough day and had made your way to the bath, filling it with hot water and a few lavender salts, you managed to prep your clothes and a nice fluffy towel on the counter. You carefully stripped down from your clothes and stepped into your safe haven. As you allowed yourself to soak into the calming water you couldn't help the happy moan that left your mouth as you laid there relaxing with your eyes closed. Due to that you completely missed the fact your girlfriend stood in the doorway watching you with a contented smile. She allowed you three moments of bliss before announcing her presence to you, "someone's enjoying herself arent they pet?"

"Mmmm, wanna join Nora?" You purred out really feeling relaxed. So relaxed in fact you didn't realise how suggestive then noise was. "Oh I thought you'd never ask love" she murmured before stripping down her clothing and gesturing you to move forward so she can settle down behind you. Your back pressed to her front as you both basked in the warmth. Her hands suggestively trailed over your body loving how you realised little happy nosies at her touch. Her lips made home on your neck and she showered you with compliments. It wasn't long before you were pleading for more. "Do you want mommy to make you feel good my darling?l she purred nipping at your neck as her fingers danced over your core. "Please mommy" you whimpered. Your head fell back against her when you felt her fingers touching your aching clit.

The angle was awkward but you both made it work. Lesso was gentle but determined, she wanted you to feel good and would do anything to achieve that goal. "Please mommy! So close please" you whined desperately bucking against her hand. "Good girl. Come for mommy pet, let go for me" was all it took to shove you over the edge into the pools of bliss. She made sure to work you through it steadily until you were trying to steady your breathing, a blissed out smile plastered on your lips.

"You're beautiful darling, but mommy wants one more, and this time I won't be so gentle love, after all you were going to bathe without me" she purred adjusting you to straddle her thigh. Her hands on your hips, "baby you're gonna cum for me again" she demanded while tapping your hip in a signal to move. "Mommy no tired please no" you whimpered pathetically. "Oh hush darling you will give mommy another won't you beautiful?" She purred hands gripping on your hips, helping you rut against her thigh. She flexed the muscles of her thigh as she pushed you down a little harder as you whimpered. "Need mommy" you whined allowing her to fully guide your hips now. "Oh doll, thought you said you didn't want more, now your begging for more? Such a good mindless doll for mommy. Cum for me like the slut you are" she all but growled, her nails marking up your hips. She helped you through it once more.

"Shall we relocate love?" She murmured stroking your back gently. All she gained was a blissed out hum. You tried to stand with her help but your legs were shaking so badly you feared you would collapse. With a chuckle she helped you out the bath and wrapped you in your fluffy towel before carrying you to the bed. You hardly noticed her lack of covering her. She magicked clothes on you both before coming to hold you in her arms. "Darling? Do you want some water? Maybe something to eat?"

Truthfully all you wished for was for her to hold you, but she wouldn't rest until she'd seen you drink some water and snack even if it was just a bite. You knew that so you asked her to help you sit. She'd did pulling your back to her front and helping you sip the bottled water. After a few sips she even handled you some grapes, your favourite snack as they are small and easily accessible. You snuck a few more grapes before settling down with her. She allowed you to snuggle up to her chest and held you close. She whispered words of love and reassurance that you could sleep. And that was the last thing you remembered. It was definitely safe to say you truly loved baths. But maybe. Just maybe, you loved Leonora more.

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