#I came up with five prompts so I apologize in advance

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

Hi there! Do you still write Jesse Katsopolis x reader? If so, I would love to request one! Maybe one where reader and Jesse are in an established relationship-she and Jesse are spending the night in babysitting Michelle and her friends. One of Michelle’s friends has a huge crush on the reader and doesn’t like Jesse one bit so he spends all night playing silly pranks on Jesse whenever he and the reader are being cute together. Honestly, I’ll read any Jesse x reader prompt you write lmao I love your writing style and I’ve been rewatching Full House and falling in love with Jesse again! Thank you in advance and I apologize if the prompt is silly ❤️

#1 Competition

Fandom: Full House

Pairing: Jesse Katsopolis x Reader

Characters: Jesse Katsopolis, Reader, Michelle Tanner, Danny Tanner, Original Male Character

Word Count: 2562 // Rating: Teen

Summary: Love is afoot in the Tanner Household

Tags/ Warnings: My Writing, Full House Fic, Uncle Jesse, Jesse Katsopolis, Jesse Katsopolis x Reader, Reader Fic, uncle Jesse Fic, Established Relationship, #1 Competition, Number One Competition, Kissing, Babysitting, Fall Down Stairs, Pranks, Reader, Fem Reader, 90s, Tanner Family, Michelle Tanner, Original Male Character, Y/N fic, Requests, Requested Fic 

Notes: Im trash and can't respond to anything in a timely manner sorry @infinitelyforgotten

‘Hey Danny,’ Y/N said as she stepped in the front door. She was drenched and given the sound of the rain pounding the street outside it was no wonder why. ‘No bother,’ Danny said helping her out of her long coat so he could hang it up, ‘I’m only due to leave in five minutes anyway.’ ‘Actually, I think you should leave now. I only live 10 minutes away and it took me half an hour to get here the weather’s that bad,’ Y/N said. ‘Are you sure? I mean Jesse’s not home yet it’ll just be you and the kids,’ Danny said. ‘You know I can look after the kids without Jess right?’ Y/N chuckled causing Danny to look at her rather sheepish. ‘Actually, it’s not just my kids,’ Danny said. ‘It’s not? How many are there?’ Y/N said now worried. ‘Oh, only one more. Michelle’s friend Cody from down the street. And Steph and DJ are out for the night so don’t be too worried,’ Danny said. ‘Phew,’ Y/N said. ‘Yeah it’s funny actually,’ Danny said as he started to don his coat, ‘once Michelle found out it was you and Jess babysitting tonight she practically insisted on having her friend round.’ ‘I hope they’re not planning on running amuck,’ Y/N giggled, ‘you know how much of a pushover Jess is when it comes to her.’ ‘Well, that’s why I made sure you were included. He listens to you,’ Danny said. ‘If you think he’ll take my side over his lil munchkin you’re mistaken pal,’ Y/N said just as Michelle and Cody came through from the kitchen.

‘Hi Y/N,’ Michelle said with a smile. ‘Hey guys,’ Y/N replied with a smile as Michelle took a seat on the couch. Cody waved at the woman and then took a seat beside Michelle the two of them instantly knitting their heads together in hushed whispers. ‘Now listen you two I want you to be good tonight,’ Danny said. ‘We will,’ Michelle said. ‘And just because you’re being babysat tonight doesn’t mean the rules are any different,’ Danny reiterated. ‘We know,’ Michelle said. ‘And be nice to Y/N,’ Danny finished. ‘We will,’ Cody said looking at Y/N with a small smile. ‘They know,’ Y/N said, ‘come on you make a move or you will be late.’

Y/N shepherded Danny to the door as he put his coat on in a hurry. He was still rambling as Y/N pushed him out the door. She turned to look at the two young ones on the couch with a smile and said, ‘right who wants to order a pizza?’

The night was going swimmingly. The kids had wanted to watch a movie and eat pizza so Y/N had ordered and they had all curled up on the sofa with the sounds only the sounds of Disney and the rain outside. Michelle had told her all about her day at school. She loved Michelle. Out of all of Jesse’s, her boyfriend, family the littlest Tanner had been the one she was most afraid to meet. But since they had met many months ago the pair of them had been great friends. Michelle had taken a minute to come around to her but eventually, they had both realised that anyone who loved Jesse as much as they did couldn’t be too bad. Cody on the other hand hadn’t said much. Instead spent his time sitting beside Y/N watching her quietly with a smile.

As the credits rolled on the Little Mermaid Y/N sat up properly and stretched reaching out for the plates and the empty pizza boxes on the coffee table. ‘Right,’ Y/N said, ‘you two put something on the TV whilst I clean this place up okay?’

As she stood up and walked to the kitchen Michelle launched herself onto the floor and started chattering away, reaming off TV shows for Cody to choose from. Y/N walked into the kitchen and placed everything on the side as she walked to the fridge. She opened it looking for something to satiate her sweet tooth. As her eyes roved over its contents she felt a pair of arms come around her.

‘Hey,’ Y/N murmured recognising that touch in an instant. ‘Hey,’ Jesse said kissing her neck as his arms squeeze her middle tightly. ‘What time do you call this?’ she said turning around and raising a questioning eyebrow at him. His blue eyes twinkled as he smiled at her. ‘Later than I planned but they needed me at the club,’ he said leaning in to kiss her on the lips, ‘can you forgive me?’ ‘I don’t know,’ she said kissing him back, ‘kiss me again and I’ll start thinking about it?’

Jesse chuckled as their lips met again. Y/N’s arms wrapped around his back her fingers running through his hair as if it was a reflex. Jesse pulled her closer as the two of them got lost in the kiss. Suddenly, reality crashed around them as they heard the sound of a glass being put on the counter.

‘Gross,’ Michelle said as she put her cup down. She and Cody were standing in the kitchen both watching the couple with horrified looks. ‘Hey munchkin,’ Jesse said immediately swinging out of boyfriend and into Uncle mode as he ran over and gave her a hug. She hugged him quickly as Y/N quickly sorted out the debris she had left on the counter feeling red in the face. As she did she noticed Cody watching her with a pout.

‘Uncle Jesse, can we watch who framed Roger Rabbit?’ Michelle said. ‘Sure munchkin,’ Jesse said. ‘I don’t know Jess,’ Y/N said, ‘it’s getting late. I said we should watch TV not another film.’ ‘Please uncle Jesse,’ Michelle said with a pout. Jesse looked between his girlfriend and his niece who were both watching him carefully. ‘How about we watch one more film and then straight to bed? But you gotta promise you’ll go straight to bed okay?’ Jesse said. Michelle punched the air and agreed running back into the other room to set up dragging Cody behind her.

‘Don’t say anything,’ Jesse said as Y/N came to him shaking her head. ‘I wasn’t going to,’ she said as she grabbed hold of his elbow pulling him towards the living room, ‘but I better hold on to you, you know just in case you hit the deck from being such a pushover.’ ‘I am not a pushover,’ Jesse said as they entered the living room where Michelle had already got the titles rolling.

‘Sure you’re not,’ Y/N said. She stopped in her tracks as they reached the couch as she spotted that Cody and Michelle were sitting in the middle of the couch leaving no room for the adults to sit together. Y/N leaned back towards Jesse who had now stopped behind her and whispered, ‘how about you get them to move then?’ ‘Hey guys how about-’ Jesse started though Cody cut him off. ‘You can sit here,’ Cody said patting the seat beside him. ‘Actually buddy-’ Jesse said. ‘Sit down uncle Jesse you’re blocking the TV!’ Michelle said. Y/N chuckled as she sat down next to the younger man, ‘thank you, Cody.’

As Y/N settled down on the opposite side of the couch to her boyfriend she heard a yelp and watched as Jesse leapt up off of the couch spinning around frantically as Cody and Michelle burst into giggles. ‘What’s the matter?’ Y/N said as Jesse started looking at the seat of his pants which was now covered in pizza stains. ‘I sat in pizza!’ Jesse grumbled, ‘and these are my best jeans.’ ‘Just take them off and I’ll throw them in the washer.’

Jesse nodded and headed back to the kitchen Y/N in tow. Once they had disappeared out of sight Michelle and Cody leapt up off the couch and ran to the door making sure the adults were distracted.

‘You’re right,’ Michelle giggled, ‘that was funny.’ ‘I told you,’ Cody said. ‘What else can we do?’ she said. ‘I have an idea,’ Cody whispered. And then the two of them got to work.

‘Right,’ Y/N said coming back into the living room, ‘where were we?’ She came and sat back down next to the kids who were now giggling to one another, ‘what are you two laughing at?’ ‘The movie,’ the pair said in unison. Y/N eyed them suspiciously but accepted their story as she sat back to watch the film.

A couple of minutes later she heard Jesse coming onto the landing. She turned her head to look at him, now dressed in sweatpants, and smiled as he started to descend the stairway but as soon as he was there he was gone. He clattered down the stairs hitting everyone on the way down before landing at the bottom of the stairs in a heap.

‘Damn it,’ Jesse said as he lay at the bottom of the stairs. ‘What the hell happened?’ Y/N said as she rushed to his side. Michelle and Cody climbed up on the couch to look over in fits of giggling. ‘This damn thing,’ Jesse said as he fished a roller skate out from behind him. ‘Are you okay?’ Y/N said helping him up. ‘Yeah,’ he grumbled, ‘knock it off you two.’ ‘But it was funny uncle Jesse!’ Michelle said. ‘She’s not wrong,’ Y/N said earning a scowl from her other half, ‘I’m just saying.’

As she got Jesse to the couch Cody and Michelle climbed down. ‘Why don’t the pair of you go and play in your room?’ Jesse said wincing as he sat down. ‘But you said we could watch a movie!’ Cody protested. ‘Yeah well that was before I almost broke my neck on Steph’s roller skates,’ Jesse said. ‘Jess is right guys,’ Y/N said, ‘go and play in your room okay?’

The pair of them stomped off up the stairs that Jesse had just fallen down as he lay down on the couch. Y/N perched on the seat, ‘are you okay?’ ‘Yeah I just don’t know what happened,’ Jesse said, ‘I moved Steph’s skates this morning.’ ‘Maybe she used them today?’ Y/N said. ‘No, she’s been at her friend’s all day. I dropped her off,’ Jesse said. ‘You think it wasn’t an accident?’ ‘You take a life insurance policy out on me that I don’t know about?’ Jesse laughed. ‘Like anyone would pay money for you,’ Y/N said. ‘Hey I am a catch,’ he smirked. ‘A catch with a bad back,’ Y/N said leaning down to kiss him. He kissed her back his fingers dancing along her chin. ‘Not fair,’ he said as she pulled back out of his reach. ‘Well, we’re still on duty. How about I go and make sure the kids are in bed and then we can continue our movie night…in bed,’ she smiled getting up and heading towards the stairs chuckling as she heard Jesse sigh, ‘have mercy.’

As Y/N made her way upstairs she could hear giggling coming from Michelle’s room which was then followed by a loud scurrying no doubt them leaping into bed. She smiled to herself but as she reached for the door her smile disappeared as all of a sudden there was a crash as water rained down on her.

There was a fit of giggles and the sound of running up the stairs as she realised what had happened. ‘What’s going on here?’ Jesse said immediately bursting out laughing which was joined by Michelle. ‘Jess it’s not funny!’ Y/N said elbowing him. He winced but his mirth didn’t disappear quick enough for her liking. ‘You’re right,’ Jesse said with a smile, ‘Michelle it’s not funny.’ ‘What on earth possessed you to do this?’ Y/N chastised. ‘It was a prank,’ Michelle said. ‘Well, it’s not very nice!’ Y/N grumbled. ‘It was Cody’s idea!’ Michelle said, ‘they all were!’ ‘You agreed!’ Cody said. ‘All?’ Jesse said. ‘Wait was the roller skate your idea too?’ Y/N said looking at the young boy, ‘you know you really could’ve hurt somebody! How could you be so stupid!’ ‘I was just trying to get you to like me!’ he said and then he jumped out of bed and shoved past the two adults who were standing in the doorway. ‘What the-’ Y/N started but Jesse cut her off. ‘I think I know what’s going on. I’ll sort it,’ Jesse said and he quickly turned around and followed him out the door. Jesse left the room and headed to the bathroom and knocked on the door gently.

‘Go away,’ Cody said as the door knob turned and the door opened gently. Jesse stepped into the bathroom to find the young boy sitting on the tiled floor. He sighed and sat down beside him trying to ignore the snotty whimpers coming from the kid.

‘I don’t want to talk to you,’ Cody said. ‘I know,’ Jesse said, ‘you don’t like me right?’

Cody looked at Jesse but he didn’t say anything.

‘Because you like Y/N right? Like, like-like her?’ Jesse said looking at Cody’s face. It was red now and his eyes were bloodshot. He nodded. ‘I just wanted her to like me,’ he admitted dropping his gaze as he fiddled with the bath mat underneath them both. ‘Hey, I get it, man. Sometimes love makes us guys a bit nuts,’ Jesse said, ‘my first week around her I could barely speak. I wanted her to like me so bad.’ ‘How did you do it?’ Cody asked perking up a little. ‘Well I’ll tell you how not to,’ he said looking at Cody who looked at him his eyes wide egging him on, ‘Pranking me? That’s not going to work.’ ‘Why not it made her laugh?’ Cody argued. ‘Yeah, but it can go wrong. Someone could get hurt,’ Jesse said. ‘So how did you get Y/N to like you?’ Cody asked. ‘I was myself. I try to make her happy. I make sure my hair looks amazing every day,’ Jesse chuckled bumping his shoulder on the boys. ‘So if I do all that she’ll like me?’ ‘Yeah,’ Jesse said, ‘but I gotta ask that you don’t.’ ‘Why?’ Cody replied. ‘Because there’s no way I can compete with you,’ Jesse said.

Cody seemed to mull it over for a moment and then he nodded. ‘Fine,’ he said as he stood up, ‘I think I’ll get Michelle to like me instead.’

#My Writing #Full House Fic #Uncle Jesse #Jesse Katsopolis #Jesse Katsopolis x Reader #Reader Fic #uncle Jesse Fic #Established Relationship #1 Competition #Number One Competition #Kissing #Babysitting #Fall Down Stairs #Pranks #Reader #Fem Reader #90s #Tanner Family #Michelle Tanner #Original Male Character #Y/N fic #Requests #Requested Fic

[nickfowlerrr]

headache ❤️‍🔥

pairing: boss!lee bodecker x reader

part two / part three / part four / part five

warnings: sexual content, 18+ only, a lot of pining and fluff, kinda public sexual act but not really, workplace relationship, pet names, and that’s pretty much it i think but if i’m missing anything, please let me know!!!

words: 7.9k

*originally posted to @bellareadsandrecs on 08/10/21*

notes: this is my first ever fic so pls don’t judge my writing too harshly. 😅 i’m sure there are going to be some errors here and there so i apologize in advance! any feedback is more than welcome. let me know your thoughts!

i wrote this fic for @multi-stann’s 1k writing event! i used fluff prompt number 4, and smut prompts numbers 6 and 12. prompts will be in bold italics.

You were already dreading coming into the station today. Your head was pounding and you could hardly think straight. And as much as you loved your job as his assistant, the overwhelming presence of the sheriff had you feeling out of it even on your best day, and today was certainly not your best day.

As badly as you wanted to leave early, go home and crawl into bed, you couldn’t. You spent a good part of your morning debating on whether or not you should call in and take the day off before finally deciding to get up and get ready before you were really late. You used the bathroom, brushed your teeth, and then went to your closet. Your hair was already good to go from the style you wore the day before so all you really had to do was slip on a dress, put on your makeup, and be on your way. You searched your medicine cabinet before leaving hoping to find some aspirin for your head but came up empty. Groaning, you made sure to grab your coat, keys, and purse before leaving. You thought maybe you could stop by the pharmacy on your walk home after work and pick up a bottle if your headache hadn’t passed by then.

You got to the station half an hour late, which was very out of the ordinary for you, and were met with a flurry of folks buzzing around the station. Today was the last Friday of the month, and it was busy as always. You knew Lee would probably need you to stay tonight and help him get the monthly reports filled out and filed on top of the everyday work you were used to before you could even think of getting home. The craziness of the station was less than helpful in your attempt to get yourself together. You normally got to work early, made sure your’s and Lee’s desks were organized and ready for the day, and then got settled into your morning routine.

Being late, you had no time to do any of that. As you walked up to your desk, you saw Lee in his office talking on the phone going over some files in his hand. He looked rather irritated and was clearly arguing with whoever he was speaking to. His desk was a mess and you were worried he was going to be upset with you, and he had every reason to be, you thought. You were late, hadn’t even thought to call and let someone know, and that meant that Lee had to sort through your personal mess of files on your desk to get to his own work. Your worries dissipated as soon as Lee’s eyes met your own through the window. Once he saw you, he visibly relaxed a bit and the most charming smile spread across his face. You gave him a little wave and a shy smile before turning to take a seat at your desk right in front of his office window.

As much as you hated to admit it to yourself, you were definitely falling for the sheriff. You found yourself feeling butterflies in your stomach at the prospect of getting to spend time with him later, even though that time would be devoted to the tedious end-of-the-month work that was always unsurprisingly left to you to do at the very last minute. This wasn’t on the sheriff, though. He found the work as annoying as you did. It was mostly the officers who hated doing their own paperwork and would leave their reports and forms near blank most of the time. Someone had to finish them and get them filed, though, it was a mandatory part of the job. As your mind drifted back to work, and away from your very attractive, and very distracting boss, you felt your headache stronger than before. You could only hope that there weren’t too many reports that needed to be completed before you filed everything tonight.

As you sat at your little desk, you got started on going through and separating the files left on your table for Lee to look at today. You always made sure to have them organized in order of importance/urgency so that he wouldn’t have missed anything important by the end of the day. Normally by this time, you’d have had most of them sorted and ready for him to start working on, but what with you being late, it being the end of the month, and the number of people in the station today, there were almost double the number of files to get through right now. On top of that, your head was hurting and your mind was having trouble focusing on the task at hand for long.

Usually, you could be found walking around the station by now, helping where you could. Whether that was with the ladies up front taking calls and helping out with dispatch and reception, or just making sure the break room was cleaned and stocked and that the coffee was fresh. But those are things you do when you have time to kill. Right now, you certainly don’t.

You know you have a lot to go through, but all you want to do is lay your head down and rest your eyes for just a moment. But you can hardly bring yourself to stay put in the lumpy chair that was provided to you when you first started here working as the sheriff’s assistant.

Unbeknownst to you, from the window of his office that looked out on the entire station, Lee had been keeping an eye on you for the past hour or so. Though he didn’t need to go through the files anytime soon, he was waiting for you to bring them in early, like you always did, so that he could talk with you. He quickly noticed, though, that you seemed a little more than distracted. Anytime anyone would pass by, you would lose your place in the file you were assessing and would have to go back to rereview what you had just glossed over. And as the volume of the station grew, he noticed you shutting your eyes and gently rubbing your temples more and more frequently. He knew you usually blew through the files and had them to him way before he would need them, so it was obvious that you were having an off day; and he was worried about you. Though he hadn’t meant to, the sheriff had definitely fallen for you. Once he realized something was off, he decided to keep his eye on you, and he did until finally, you stood up and walked to the break room, his concerned gaze following you as you went.

Finally deciding that staying put at your desk would be of no help to regaining your focus, you waited until the break room was mostly cleared to get up and get yourself a cup of coffee.

“Y/N! There you are, sweetie! I haven’t seen you all day. It’s been so busy! A lot of work at your desk, too?” You grimaced slightly at the volume of which your name was called as you entered the break room. There at the counter stirring her cup of coffee was Beth, one of the receptionists at the front desk. You two had become close since you started working at the station, in fact, Beth was the one who had mentioned the open assistant position to you and the girls at the diner you worked at previously. You had moved to town just about a year ago and quickly got a job there. You worked there for six months before applying at the station and getting the job you have now. You and Beth had a lot in common and became fast friends. You were about the same age, too, and she was one of the kindest people you’d ever met. She was smiling sweetly at you as you approached the counter.

“Hi, Beth. Yeah, I’ve been at my desk all morning. A lot of files to get organized for the sheriff before lunch,” You spoke softly.

“Are you feeling alright, Y/N? You normally have those files stacked on the sheriff’s desk by now and are buzzing around the station. What is it?” You could hear the concern in Beth’s voice as well as see it in her eyes as she took in your state.

“I’m alright, just had a long night tossing and turning is all. Didn’t get much sleep and then I woke up with a headache that hasn’t gone away yet. I’m moving a little slower today I guess, but I’ll be fine,” You gave her a reassuring smile as you grabbed a mug for coffee.

“I’m sorry, honey! If you need any help, just let me know, God knows how many times you’ve done the same for me. And it’s the end of the month, so I know it’s gonna be a long day for you. Anything I can do to help, you just let me know, okay?”

“Thank you, Beth. I really appreciate that. With any luck, this cup of coffee will help kick me into gear and I’ll be feeling good as new. But I’ll let you know if I need any help,” Beth nodded and with a smile she turned and strolled back to her chair at reception sipping on her coffee as she went, leaving you alone in the break room.

As you were adding the cream and sugar to your cup, you heard heavy steps entering the room. Instantly your heart picked up speed, you knew exactly who those steps belonged to.

Lee stayed quiet as he came up beside you. Really close beside you. You looked up and were met with his ever-intense gaze falling on you. A shiver ran up your back and you cursed yourself internally for the way your breath hitched just the slightest when his tongue darted out to run against his bottom lip. The effect the sheriff had on you was almost debilitating. You were so easily flustered by him and today was no different. If anything, today was worse. You barely had your wits about you as it was and his proximity was clouding your already dazed mind.

You suddenly realized you were staring and felt your body heat up with embarrassment. Quickly looking away and back to the coffee before you, you spoke sheepishly,

“Mornin’, Sheriff. Would you care for a coffee?”

“Mornin’, Darlin’. Coffee’s just what I came in here for.”

“Cream and sugar?” You asked as you reached for another mug, though you already knew how he liked his coffee. You usually left a cup for Lee on his desk every morning after getting the rest of your morning routine done and out of the way. Of course, this morning was different and you weren’t here on time to be able to. It’s not like it was a part of your job description, but you didn’t mind. He had never asked you to, either, it was just something that you did.

As you added the splash of cream and spoonful of sugar, he spoke,

“Looks like you already know the answer to that, Sweetheart,” He smirked, and you felt those ever-familiar butterflies start to take flight in your tummy. “Say, you have those files put together for me yet?”

“Oh, I’m almost finished sorting them, Sheriff. Sorry, it’s taking me so long today,” You handed him his mug and took your own as he followed behind you out the door and back towards his office.

“Thank you, Sweetheart,” He sipped his coffee and hummed contentedly. “No one makes a cup of coffee like you. I always look forward to coming in to find a steaming cup waiting for me at my desk,”

You couldn’t help but smile knowing that something so simple that you did for him was something he actually looked forward to.

“I was worried you weren’t coming in today when I got here and you were nowhere to be found. Thought you’d left me to do the monthly reports and filing all on my lonesome,” as he spoke that charming smile of his left you feeling flushed all over again.

“No, Sheriff, I was just running behind this morning is all,” Before you could stop yourself you continued, “I’d never leave you on your lonesome.”

As soon as the words left your mouth you hoped the ground would open up and swallow you whole. You hated how you sounded. You knew the sheriff’s reputation and you heard plenty about the kind of women he spent time with on the weekends at Tecumseh. You knew that that just wasn’t you. Not that you were even interested in him… Except that of course, you were. And though you tried to tell yourself that it wasn’t important and you didn’t care if he was interested in you, you knew you wanted him to be. Of course you did, and you had for a while. He was beyond handsome and his charm and wit could draw in just about anyone, reputation be damned. He was always in the forefront of your mind and try as you might deny it, you wanted him. Badly. And as silly as it was, you wanted him to want you just the same.

Lee’s smile widened as he looked at you and you saw a glint of something you couldn’t quite name, pride, maybe? twinkled in his eyes. His hand came up to caress your cheek as he spoke,

“I know you wouldn’t, Sugar. You’ve always been such a good girl for your sheriff, haven’t you? Such a sweet little thing for me,”

His voice was low and warm and you were certain that you had stopped breathing. If you thought you were burning up before, now you were set aflame. Being called a “good girl” by him made you feel all tingly, amongst a bunch of other things you couldn’t quite describe at the moment. But it was good… too good. In fact, it was so good that it actually felt terrible. You knew his words shouldn’t affect you like this. There was no way Lee would ever be interested in you. But, God, the feeling on his rough hand on your cheek was intoxicating and that look in his eyes, you were sure you’d never get over it. You could easily talk yourself into believing that there was more than just simple praise behind Lee’s words. He sounded too sincere to have been messing with you, but that was the easiest explanation your self-consciousness could come up with for his sweet show of affection toward you. And so that’s what you told yourself. He was probably just messing with you. He had to be. Teasing the poor dumb girl who was just absolutely hopeless around him. The silly assistant who was so obviously flustered by even just his glance. Despite yourself, that small part of you remained and hoped that maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t trying to mess with you at all. Maybe he really meant what he said and he wanted you to know that he appreciated you. Even so, appreciation does not equate to attraction, and you knew that. Lee may have been sincere with his words, you allowed, but that didn’t mean he was interested in you. You really had to stop yourself from your self-indulgent fantasies surrounding the sheriff because it was starting to get out of hand.

But little did you know, Lee really was interested in you. Of course, he wanted to show you how much he appreciated you, but he also loved seeing the way his words could physically affect you. He certainly didn’t miss you subconsciously rubbing your legs together when he called you a good girl. He knew exactly what he was doing and he just couldn’t help himself. He meant what he said. You really were so good to him, such a sweet thing. And god, he wanted you. Each time he visited Tecumseh, he always thought of you. How good you’d feel on his lips. He imagined it was you on his lap, your breasts in his face, his hands wandering around your ass and hips. Your pussy squeezing his cock as he guided you up and down his shaft, you moaning his name as he pleased you. He wondered what other sounds you’d make for him, how you would look, how you’d feel cumming on his cock like the good girl he knew you’d be for him. He wanted you. He needed you. And he knew, it was obvious, that it was the same for you. So he had made up his mind, he would have you. And you would have him.

Before you had a chance to say anything, not that you had anything to say or that you’d even be able to speak if you did, he dropped his hand and continued into his office leaving you standing by your desk looking dumbfounded. Speaking over his shoulder, his voice brought you back to reality, “Make sure you get those files to me all sorted before your lunch break, Sweetheart.”

And with that, you took your seat and tried desperately to ignore the heat growing between your legs, crossing them tightly as you sat.

An hour later and your head still hurt, but you were certainly more awake. You’d just finished sorting the files Lee needed and were working up the courage to get up and walk them to him. You counted to three and pushed yourself to your feet. As you turned to face the office, Lee appeared right in front of you, causing you to almost smack right into him. Because of course, you could embarrass yourself more today.

“Those for me?” Lee asked as he grabbed the organized stacks from your hands.

“Yep, Sheriff. All sorted for ya.”

“Good, right on time. I was just about to head out to the diner for lunch. Grab your coat, it’s gettin’ windy outside. Would hate for that little dress of yours to fly up on ya.”

Although he wouldn’t mind seeing you get flustered in front of him again, he actually would hate anyone, aside from himself, getting to see up your dress.

You stared at him dumbly, unsure of what he meant. Certainly not that you’d be going with him to the diner. He hadn’t asked you to lunch, he didn’t mention anything of the sort, you were sure of it. Your head was a mess but you would have remembered him asking you to join him for lunch, that was for sure. He had walked back into his office with the files and set them on his desk. As he came back to where you were stood, noticing you hadn’t moved, he raised an eyebrow at you and huffed,

“Well come on, let’s get goin’, Sugar.”

“To the diner?” You asked, confusion written clearly on your face, “Together?”

“Beth mentioned you were having a rough day, figured I’d take you to lunch. Show you how thankful I am for your help around here. And we might be here late tonight, you and me. A lot of reports to get done. So we should make sure to eat somethin’ while we have the time,”

That made sense. You were now mentally scolding yourself for thinking he meant anything else by it. An innocent outing for lunch, that was all. You couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed, though. The idea that maybe he was taking you out on a lunch date in the middle of a workday was obviously ridiculous, but it had excited you nonetheless. So while you thought it was really considerate of him, but definitely didn’t want to be taken out of pity.

“Thank you, Lee but you don’t have to do that,” you tried to decline.

“I’m more than happy to, sweetheart,” He stood expectantly, waiting for you to grab your coat.

Instead of arguing, you simply nodded as a shy smile found its way to your face.

“Okay,” you murmured.

You went to grab your jacket, pulling on the knee-length coat before following Lee out of the station and towards the sheriff’s cruiser.

He pulled the passenger door open for you and your heart felt as though it’d jump out of your chest as he helped you in, fingers grazing your own. Again his calloused hand felt so right on your soft skin and you couldn’t help but imagine how his hands would feel on the rest of your body. You quickly pushed the thought out of your head and mentally reprimanded yourself. Of course, no one knew what you were thinking, but that didn’t make it okay. And not only that, but the thought hurt. Knowing that it was something you’d never be able to actually experience, you were only hurting yourself to allow these delusional thoughts to continue.

That didn’t stop them from coming, though, as Lee leaned in to buckle your seatbelt himself. He was so close, closer than he’d ever been before. You couldn’t help your staring as his face was right in front of you. As if it was possible, he was even more attractive up close. You wanted to touch him, to feel him on you just as you felt his warm breath as he leaned in and invaded all of your senses. God, he smelled so good. All you wanted to do was lean in and - no, no. You had to stop these thoughts, but he certainly was not making it easy for you.

He buckled you in and then closed the door, walking around to the driver’s side and getting in. Though the radio started playing softly as Lee started the car, it was still too quiet and you couldn’t hear anything aside from your breathing and the beating of your heart in your ears.

“You used to work at the diner, didn’t you, y/n?” Lee’s question pulled your attention away from your obsessive, quite erratic thoughts that were currently eating at you. The way your name sounded on his tongue filled you again with warmth. You loved his voice and you loved the way he said your name. God, you really were hopeless.

“I did, I left just before I started at the station,” you confirmed with a nod.

“Hm, why’d you leave?” He asked. You certainly couldn’t tell him that you had really only applied for the job at the station because of him, so you replied, maybe a little too quickly, “Money.”

That’s the same answer you gave to everyone who asked the same question just six months earlier when you first left the diner. It was an easy answer and one that no one could really argue with. It wasn’t entirely a lie, either. The pay you got at the diner, even with tips, was nothing compared to what you were making at the station.

In all honesty, though, you’ve had this stupid little crush on the sheriff since you moved to town last year. You really only ever saw him when he was patrolling or on his way out of the diner. You’d always just miss him, but your coworkers always said how lucky you were for that. They would tell you the town rumors and gossip surrounding the sheriff, and it wasn’t as if you didn’t believe them, it was more so that you just couldn’t get him out of your mind regardless. So when Beth and the girls were talking about the open position down at the station one day, you knew you’d apply right away.

And here you were six months later, even more wanting of the man sitting beside you. It’s not like you hadn’t spent time with the sheriff before, but it just seemed that after each interaction the feelings you had for him got more and more intense.

“Well, I’m glad you did. Best assistant I’ve ever had, darlin’. Don’t know how I got half my work done without you before,” His praise made your heart soar and you found yourself looking away, hoping to not embarrass yourself further in front of him by your reaction.

“Thank you, Sheriff. That means a lot,” Lee just grinned at you, reveling in the way he was able to affect you.

It wasn’t far from the station, so the cruiser pulled into the diner’s parking lot after the short-lived drive and Lee was quick to get out and open your door for you. As you walked towards the entrance, you felt Lee’s hand on the small of your back ushering you inside the familiar space.

“Hiya there, Sheriff! Y/N! How’ve you been, honey? We’ve missed you around here,” Pearl was always the sweetest, she had trained you when you started at the diner last year and was always looking out for you. Lee nodded his head in greeting as Pearl approached the two of you.

“Hi, Pearl,” She gave you a hug that you happily returned and then led you and Lee to a booth toward the back corner of the diner, though still right in front of the huge window that took up the length of the wall lined with booths. You slid into the right side of the booth and Lee took a seat on the left side. Sunlight was shining on him from the window, making his eyes sparkle brightly. He looked so beautiful, you almost couldn’t look away. You certainly didn’t want to. But as Pearl spoke, you forced your gaze from him and gave your attention to the woman in front of you.

“Let me guess, one 7-up, one Pepsi, one grilled cheese with fries, and one burger with fries. Is that right?” Pearl asked with a knowing smile, looking back and forth between the two of you. She was good at her job. She remembered everyone’s usual once she served them a couple of times and you were slightly surprised that she remembered your order despite you not having been to the diner more than twice since you had quit.

“Sounds right to me, you Sugar?” Lee asked, his gaze made only more striking in the light of the sun.

“Yep, on the money as always, Pearl,” You confirmed with a smile. “Thank you.”

“Sure thing, sugar,” she emphasized the pet name and quirked her eyebrow at you with a little smirk playing on her lips.

“I’ll be right back with your drinks and the food won’t be too long either.”

As she walked to the back, you returned your attention to Lee, who had just begun to slide out of the booth. Before you could ask him where he was going, he was already sliding right in beside you.

“Sun’s shinin’ right in my eyes. You don’t mind me next to you, do you, sweetheart?”

“Not at all, Lee. But we could always move to a table if you’d like,”

“I prefer the booth, it gives us a little more privacy, dontcha think?”

You weren’t sure why you would be worried about having privacy in the diner that was nearly empty as it was. You decided that maybe with the way people are always talking about the sheriff, he just preferred to keep as low a profile as possible. And you really didn’t mind him sitting so close, either. It was nice, dare you say, comforting even.

“Sure,” you agreed. With that, he slid just the smallest bit closer and you tried your best to contain your excitement and to reel your thoughts back in.

Just as she promised, Pearl was back with the drinks and not even five minutes later came the food. As you both ate, the conversation came easy. You spoke about nothing and everything and if you didn’t know any better, you’d have thought that Lee was flirting with you every now and again. It really would have been a perfect first date, but of course, that’s not what this is, you told yourself. So as you neared the end of your meal, you started talking about the fall festival that was coming up soon, allowing the conversation to find its way back to work. The sheriff would be there patrolling and of course, you two would be the ones getting all the paperwork for it set up later in the coming week. As you listened to the sheriff talk, a loud honk sounded from outside, interrupting him and making you wince ever so slightly. Lee definitely noticed, though.

“Lots of work to get done tonight,” he started, “you feelin’ any better?”

“I’m feeling fine, just a bit of a headache is all. It’s sure to fade away soon,” you reassured. “But how long do you think we’ll be at the station tonight, Sheriff?”

“Well, that depends on how fast we work.” He thought for a moment and his demeanor changed just slightly. It was a Friday, what if you had plans tonight? Plans with someone who wasn’t him. He hated the thought, but he needed to know. “Why, you got a date or something?” He asked gruffly.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the question. Since moving to town, you’d been asked out once or twice but you were never interested in going out with anyone. Anyone aside from the sheriff, that is.

“No, no date. I was planning on going to the pharmacy on my way home, but I could always stop by there tomorrow if we aren’t done before they’re closed.” He seemed to relax at your response and if you didn’t know any better you’d swear he looked almost relieved to know you didn’t have anyone taking you out.

It looked as if he was about to say something, but just as he opened his mouth to start, Pearl walked up holding two small plates, a slice of pie on each.

“Pie for the two of you, on the house of course. Just to show our appreciation for how hard you’ve been working for the town,” She winked at you and as she moved to grab your lunch plates, you thanked her for the pie. She smiled and moved swiftly to the back to drop off the dishes then up to the front to grab the check.

You and Lee talked for a little while longer over the pie and you soon found yourself leaning into him without even realizing it. His presence, although intimidating, you found just as equally pleasing. You could stay there next to him all day and you wouldn’t mind at all.

Lee was trying his best to resist the urge to pull you into his side the entire time he was sitting next to you. So when he noticed you leaning into him more and more, he couldn’t help the smile that he wore. He was so used to you always being flustered around him, he loved that you seemed so relaxed with him after one lunch together. And it just felt right, you being so close. He liked talking to you, especially about things other than work, and he loved to listen to you as well. Seeing your eyes sparkle when he looked at you, or the way you laughed shyly at him flirting with you, he just loved being around you. As you spoke, he couldn’t help but wish he had done this sooner. He was utterly content and could have sat there with you all day and wouldn’t have minded at all.

As you finished off most of the pie on your plates, Pearl returned with the check. You reached into your coat pocket where you always kept some money, just in case. As you went to put some down on the table, Lee caught your hand.

“What do you think you’re doing, sweetheart?” Lee questioned incredulously.

“Paying for my lunch?” you replied meekly, staring up at him.

“You don’t worry about paying for anything. I took you here, it’s on me, darlin’,”

Just as you were about to protest, Lee sent you a look that had you shutting your mouth before you could say a word. It both thrilled and terrified you. That was just another thing about Lee that attracted you, just something else about him that you couldn’t help but love. He was always so sweet to you, but you also knew he could be anything but when he needed to be. You loved his authority. He had this power over you and you knew you would do anything he ever asked you to and you’d do it with a smile.

Lee set down a 10 dollar bill, more than enough to cover your food and a tip, and went to stand, taking your hand in his as he did. He helped you out of the booth and as you walked to the doors, sent your goodbyes and thank yous to Pearl on the way out.

He once again helped you into the cruiser but didn’t bother with the seat belt this time. As he walked around to get to the driver’s side, you slid yourself over to be closer to him. As soon as he got in the car, he noticed your proximity and smirked ever so slightly, starting the car and putting his arm on the back of the seat as he reversed out of the parking lot and headed back to the station.

Once the two of you were back inside and at Lee’s office, he gave you a stack of paper forms that all needed to be filled out.

“Figured we could get started on some of the paperwork now, don’t want to keep you here doin’ work all night again.”

“Sure thing, Sheriff. I’ll get started right away.”

Just as you walked out of his office and went to sit at your desk, Beth came over.

“Hey, Y/N. Deputy Roberts just called in. He said he’s been trying to get a hold of Lee but hasn’t been able to. He needs him down at a scene right away. Let him know, would you?”

“Oh, of course!” You set the forms down and turned right back around into the sheriff’s office.

“Done already? Well, that was mighty fast, there, sugar.” Lee joked with a smile.

“Sorry, Sheriff. It’s actually Deputy Roberts. Says he’s been trying to get a hold of you needs you down on a scene.”

“It’s that damn radio again, doesn’t pick up any signal half the time. Alright, well I’ll be back later then. Try to get as many of those forms filled as you can, there’s more right here when you finish the ones I just gave you.”

“Of course, Sheriff. Be safe.”

“Always am, Sugar.” And he left with a wink.

After your lunch with Lee, you realized you were actually feeling a lot better. Returning to your desk, you got straight to work. There was plenty to do. It wasn’t until about two hours later that you heard from Lee. He called his own office, knowing the call would be sent to your desk.

“Looks like it’ll be a while before I get back to the station, sweetheart. I need you to go into my office and get started on filing the paperwork from the month-end reports. You can use my desk, I know how uncomfortable your chair can get after a while. I should be back around 5. Just try to get as much done as you can.”

“Absolutely, Sheriff. I’ll see you later, then.”

“Bye, darlin’.”

Darlin’. The pet name made your heart flutter and that familiar warmth returned to your stomach. You got up and made your way into the sheriff’s office, all of the completed forms in hand. Taking a seat at his desk, you took a moment to take in your surroundings. You’d been in his office before but never sat at his desk. It was a lot bigger than yours and his chair was much more comfortable. There was a candy dish on the corner and the trash bin under his desk was littered with scrap paper, broken paper clips, some old ripped-up files, and candy wrappers. On his desk, papers and files were spread all over and you got started on clearing them up and organized them once again.

After a couple of hours spent filling out reports and getting them filed properly, your headache was back with full force. On the bright side, you were almost done, and luckily that meant you wouldn’t have to stay late at all tonight. Seeing as there were only a small handful of reports and forms left, you decided it’d be okay to take just a little break. Leaning your head back on the chair, you shut your eyes and before you realized you were, you quickly fell asleep.

It wasn’t too much later that the Sheriff returned, finding you at his desk, legs crossed, elbows set on the arms of the chair, head resting against the back of it, fast asleep. You looked so precious he almost didn’t have the heart to wake you. As he got near, his eyes fell to your exposed cleavage as your chest moved up and down with your breathing. The sight along with the soft sighs leaving your lips had already caught his attention, but it was hearing his own name falling from your lips ever so quietly and seeing your legs squeezing together beneath your dress that sent him into action.

Sitting on the edge of the desk in front of you, he put his hands on your arms, rubbing up and down gently to try and wake you up without startling you. He gently spoke your name and that seemed to rouse you. Looking up at him, eyes widening as you suddenly came back to reality. You stared at him as the scene that was just playing out in your dreams, the ones starring him, ran through your head. You were silently praying that you hadn’t made any sound in your sleep, something you’ve been known to do in the past. Your whole body was alight and the way Lee was looking at you wasn’t doing anything to calm you down. He looked like he wanted to devour you, and the thought of that had your breath catching in your throat.

“Fallin’ asleep on the job now are we, darlin’?” He asked low and smoothly.

“I’m sorry, Lee. I don’t know what I was doing. My head was hurting and I was almost finished with everything so I thought I’d just shut my eyes for a minute, I guess I fell asleep.” You rambled timidly.

Lee just nodded at you, his eyes still locked on you and hungry. And now that you really looked, caught in his stare, they were much darker than normal.

“Headache’s back, huh? You know darlin’,” he leaned into you even more as he continued on, “I hear that orgasms relieve headaches, and I think I can help you with that.” His voice was penetrating as he spoke, eyes never leaving your own as his hands trailed down your arms and settled on your crossed legs, fingers grazing down along your thighs.

You couldn’t help the pathetic sound that passed your lips at his words and touch. You were burning up and for a moment you thought that you might still be dreaming because there was no way the sheriff just said what you thought he said. That was until his hands found their way under the hem of your dress. You realized that the touch was too real and felt too good for it to be another dream. At that, your hands shot down to his, stopping them from crawling any higher. Your heart was about to beat out of your chest and you could feel yourself becoming more and more aroused.

“Sheriff?” You breathed. “What are you doing?”

“Just wanna help you is all, darlin’,” His voice was comforting then and as he gently uncrossed your legs, you allowed him to start moving his hands up your thighs again. You leaned up into him and searched his eyes for any sign of insincerity, but all you found was longing and desire. So caught up in his gaze, you didn’t even realize how far up his hands had gotten until you felt him press against your clit through the fabric of your underwear, drawing a light circle around the bundle of nerves as his eyes moved from yours to your lips.

“Lee-!” You gasped, eyes wide, as he spread your thighs apart further and his touch went down to explore your still covered core. Your one hand went to his shoulder as you grasped him and your other shot to his hand that continued to touch you. You could feel your wetness and you knew he could too as he rubbed along your panties. His gentle touch sent a shockwave of pleasure through you. Before you could get lost in the feeling, though, your eyes shot to the window right across from the two of you that looked out on the station as people passed by. It was a little past 5 and everyone would be starting to head home, of course having to pass the sheriff’s office to get to the entrance and exit of the building. His gaze followed yours and he chuckled, then turned back to face you.

“Oh Sweetheart, don’t you worry,” He spoke as he leaned in closer to you, forehead resting against yours then turning his head to whisper in your ear, “How ‘bout,” he started, breathing heavy against you, “if I twist your panties to the side….and just slip two of my fingers in, hmm? They wouldn’t even notice.” He moved to place a soft kiss on your cheek, and you could feel him smiling against your skin as you let out a shaky breath. His lips then found their way to your own. He kissed you so passionately and tenderly and you’ve never experienced a kiss like that before. It was new and it was loving and it made you feel wanted. When you finally pulled away from one another, both of you nearly gasping for air, he gazed into your eyes as he moved his fingers to do just what he said, studying your face carefully.

Your mouth fell open, letting out a soft moan as he pushed his two fingers into you. You were whimpering pathetically as he started to slowly, expertly move his finger in and out of your tight hole, causing you to arch back from the chair as you gasped at the fast growing pleasure he was bringing you. Lee leaned back in to place another soft kiss against your lips, swallowing your cries of ecstasy as he did. He trailed kisses down along your neck, then onto your chest as he made his way to your breasts, nipping and sucking lightly as he went, fingers never stopping their ministrations. You could feel yourself getting closer, your abdomen tightening as your walls clenched his fingers.

“I can feel you squeezing me, darlin’. You gonna be my good girl and come for me, sweetheart?” he asked as he nuzzled his nose against your throat, placing kisses wherever his lips could reach.

“Yes, Sheriff, please. God, please! I’m so close, Lee, please,” you whined desperately though you really weren’t sure what you were pleading for. You couldn’t think straight as he brought you closer and closer to your release.

Lee knew what you needed, though, even if you didn’t. His other hand found your clit and he began to rub circles over it with his thumb, adding to the expounding pressure building in your core until finally, your orgasm overtook you and you came with a cry, his name falling from your lips over and over. You fell back into the chair, taking Lee with you. You grabbed his face and pulled him into a bruising kiss. Pulling back to look at him, you were breathless and Lee looked as if he was on top of the world as you wrapped your arms around him trying to get him as close as possible, but the slightly awkward position you were both still in didn’t bring him nearly close enough for your liking. Looking past him for a moment, you realized then that the lights of the station were all off and there was no one in sight.

“Head still hurting you, darlin’?” Lee asked with a smug smirk playing on his lips. You shook your head.

“‘S’all gone, now, Lee. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever felt better.”

A dopey smile found its way to your face as Lee pulled you up and out of his chair, only to sit himself down and place you on his lap, wrapping his arms around you as he did. Now that he had you, he didn’t plan on ever letting you go.

“Good,” he smiled leaning in to kiss you softly, “How’s about you sit here and keep me company while I finish up the last of these reports and then I’ll take you home.”

“Sounds good to me, Sheriff,” that same smile still plastered on your blissed out face, making Lee chuckle as you leaned against his chest, head resting on his shoulder.

It didn’t take any time at all for Lee to finish up the reports. Soon enough you were getting up from the desk, grabbing your things and turning out the lights as Lee led you out of the station, making sure to lock up behind him, and to his cruiser. Just as he did before, Lee helped you in then made his way to the driver’s side. As he got in, you sat as close to him as you could and he pulled you even further into his side, wrapping his arm around you as he drove out of the lot.

You leaned your head up and spoke softly in his ear,

“Thank you for your help, Lee… ya know, I’d really like to return the favor,” you let your hand run up and down his thigh and slowly worked your way toward the rather prominent bulge growing in his pants. Lee hissed as your hand grazed him and had to fight against the urge to pull over and take you right then and there.

“I’d really like that too, darlin’, but -fuck, wanna get you in my bed first,” he reached for your wandering hand and intertwined his fingers with yours as he drove one handed,

“Gonna treat you right, real nice, just the way a sweet thing like you deserves. And I know you’re gonna do the same for me. You’re mine now, sweetheart,” he spoke between the kisses he was leaving on you as you gazed at him adoringly,

“And I’m yours. We got all the time in the world, me and you, darlin’. No need to rush.”

You felt all warm and fuzzy inside at his words and you hadn’t felt this happy in a long, long time, maybe even ever. It was all thanks to Lee. After months of longing, you were finally his and he was finally yours. Now that you had him, you didn’t want to ever let him go.

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Kinktober - Day Four

Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x f!Reader

Rating: Explicit (If that was not entirely clear)

Series Summary: You’re a fanfiction writer turned novelist, which was great since it was the path you wanted your writing to take you down in life. What you never thought would happen was meeting the Javier Gutierrez, who you actively write smutty fanfiction about from his film with Nic Cage, and you especially didn’t expect him to have a crush on you.

Fast forward several months of dating, with a good chunk of your relationship being distance due to his constant traveling and having to go home to Mallorca, when he surprises you with a prompt list and a vacation planned around exploring it.

You haven’t even worked up the nerve to tell him about what you write and post to Tumblr about him as a character yet.

Notes: Going to be using prompts from @ the-purity-pen for my meta as hell indulgence! There are feelings in this (I have no idea how they got there) and I may end up removing some possible chapters here and there depending on how I’m feeling, I apologize in advance if that happens because my brain is super mean sometimes.

Possible Warnings: Semi-public teasing, Javi with leather gloves, emotional vulnerability, implied history with violence/abuse, very low on the smut and heavy on the softness. I CANNOT DO SMUT WITHOUT EMOTIONS I'M SORRY ;-;

Breath Play (1.9k)

After a filling brunch of things like egg benedict with Iberico ham, A5 wagyu steak and eggs, and a lentil vegan dish that just blew you away all four of you went to Ramón and Eleana’s hotel where you signed two sets of your books and did an Instagram shout out to Nina. Javi waved off their concerns over the cost of brunch, that he paid for, and you realized the Ritz was chosen because Javi wanted to treat them to something nice and not because that was what they were used to.

When you both got back in the convertible Javi slipped his gloves back on and your whore brain absolutely sat up and took notice, he made sure that it was slow and deliberate enough that your focus was solely on the way the leather dragged across his skin, and your tongue darted out to wet your lips.

“I guess we can say you do have a glove kink then?” His question snapped you out of the ideas running through your head, his remark about ruining those gloves still echoing, and you had to drag your eyes away from where he gripped the steering wheel to meet his gaze.

“Looks like it.” Your voice came out breathy, the tone making Javi’s pupils expand before he slipped his shades on, and you half expected him to speed back to the house. But Javi surprised you by taking you closer to the shore, pulling down a stretch of road that was empty before turning off the main road and down an inclined road closer to the water, and the area of beach was devoid of anyone. No tourists, no people wandering around, just sand and water and high rocky cliffs to block the view of the street.

“Are you okay with this?” His question made you realize exactly what he was thinking to do, that he wanted you here, and while there was part of you that was definitely not okay at the idea of someone snapping pictures or recording you if you were caught… it was also kind of exciting. You managed to nod, whispering out a yes, before Javi was getting out of the car and you did the same. He tugged you against his body so he was perched on the hood with you facing the shore, you realized that in doing so it’d be almost impossible for anyone to see what you were up to unless they were out in the water.

Even then the deeper water for the ships was so far out that it was unlikely you’d get caught.

“You knew about this place already?”

“Not personally, I just know a few of my cousins have brought people here. I know it is not quite day four, Solecita, but I changed my mind during brunch. Tomorrow will be a day of resting, because I want you more than ready for me the day after.” You shivered at the implication, since the day five prompts were seared into your brain and that was the only valid reason he could have to want a rest, and the fact that he was even going to have a break day wasn’t as disappointing as you thought.

Javi was definitely a service lover but he was also voracious, now that he had you like this he was proving to have an insatiable appetite for your pleasure, and your boyfriend had already confessed he’d held himself back so much in the past because he was nervous of how fast he had been falling for you despite a good portion of your relationship being long distance. The fact that he’d been holding back was both exciting and intimidating.

Did you want him to rail you frequently and without hesitation? Yes, of course you did, you’d be stupid to want anything less.

But the emotional aspect of his intimacy was -as he said- nerve wracking; you’d been falling fast too and the idea of losing him hurt too much already.

“I cannot tell if you’re distracted out of excitement over my intent to fuck you full repeatedly in two days or if there’s something else going on in your head, Solecita.” Javi was using one hand to cup your cheek and turn your face to look at you, his other arm banded around your body to hold you in place, and you felt that worry that you were going to scare him if you told him how deep your feelings for him ran already.

“It’s both. I- even without the sex I’m really attached to you, I know most of our relationship has been long distance so it might seem like it’s too fast and I just don’t want you to find a reason to walk away from me-“

“Solecita, I have held myself back from telling you that I love you since the day you and I spent at your apartment after our fourth date was rained out. When you laughed at how we were drenched from the downpour and heated up soup from a tin in your microwave which we drank in mugs and told me that a little disaster was just the fate’s way of spicing things up.” You remembered his confused and mildly horrified expression when you’d whipped out your rainy day staple, canned soup in a mug was only good when it was rainy or there was heaps of snow, and yet he’d still stayed and ended up tangled in the blankets on your couch kissing you for hours.

“You love me?”

“Sí, I love you so much, I was just worried it was too soon.”

“No Javi, it’s not, I love you too.”

His mouth sealed over yours the moment the words escaped you and you whined when Javi let go of your waist to run his hand under your skirt and up, the drag of the leather against your skin making you shiver. The feeling of his fingertips gliding from your cheek to your neck made you stiffen a little but you leaned more against him and tipped your head in a way that exposed more of your neck to him.

“What’s your word, Solecita, and what do you do if you cannot speak?”

Oh shit.

You swallowed thickly as his whisper was breathed into your skin, making you shiver as you ran your tongue against the back of your teeth to ground yourself.

“Taffy and Brittle, my words are taffy to slow and brittle to stop, and if I can’t speak you want me to tap your thigh. Once to ease up, twice to check in, and three times for hard stop.” Why you chose candies you couldn’t remember as Javi purred a soft ‘good girl’ in your ear and pressed his gloved fingertips to the front of your underwear before his hand settled lightly on your neck without pressure.

Your hips jumped at the contact and Javi used his foot to kick your legs wider, gently enough to avoid hurting you but hard enough to make sure you knew it wasn’t a suggestion. You didn’t really know what to do with your hands, they were currently reaching behind you and gripping the leather belt he was wearing like a vice, and your boyfriend nipped at your ear gently with a soft moan as you rocked back against him.

“My beautiful Solecita, to have your love… I am the luckiest man. Your beauty captivated me but your ability to weave words and create stories that I could see as clear as if they were a film left me needing to know you.”

While you certainly knew you had a praise kink it was the fact that he wasn’t even talking about anything sexual and you were still getting turned on that had your head spinning, the softness of it making your heart squeeze even as his fingers circled your covered clit. A low moan from you made the grip on your throat tighten just a little, to remind you he was there, and your hips jerked against him.

“Javi-“

“Hold your skirt up for me, Solecita, I want to see.”

Your hands were trembling as you moved them to raise the front of your skirt and hold it, feeling the way Javi’s cock twitched and hearing his low moan in your ear, and he rewarded you by sliding his hand into your underwear; the leather was smooth and warm and as Javi slipped two fingers into your wet pussy he tightened his hold on your neck to smother your moan. He wasn’t squeezing hard, you could still talk if you had to, but the fact that it was even a little more difficult to draw breath than normal made everything feel different.

Even the tension in the air felt different.

The soft choked noise you made sounded so loud.

Hyperaware of the hand on your throat, of the sensation of his fingers gliding in and out of your wet channel, the creak of the leather when his hold loosened and the pounding in your chest as your body began to draw in full oxygen again. It was an overwhelming feeling and you couldn’t decide how you felt about it, but Javi’s grip loosened further and you shivered when he pressed his forehead against the back of your shoulder but you knew something was wrong. The strange tension wasn’t gone, even though he’d loosened his hold, there was something almost rigid in the way Javi was holding himself now.

You didn’t like it.

“Javi?”

“Hush- Solecita, you’re doing so well.”

“Taffy.” Javi’s hand stopped moving and you let the skirt of your dress fall in order to take the hand resting near your collar and grip it in both of yours. Javi’s breathing was harsh and you realized he was shaking a little, something had rattled him and you couldn’t help but scan the horizon before listening just in case you weren’t as secluded as you thought.

“Talk to me, what’s wrong?”

“I don’t like that, the choking, I- the trust you have in me makes me so conflicted but I don’t like it. Violence and pain has always lingered in the background of my life, I do not really wish to bring that near you.”

Javi’s open admission that he wasn’t feeling it made you reach one hand back to stroke his hair gently, his openness about why he didn’t like it was more than he even needed to say.

“Okay, then we mark that off as a hard no. Why don’t we go back to the house then? I want to thank you for being so good to me.” Javi made a small sound before lifting his head and pressing a kiss to the side of your neck, not fighting you as you pulled his hand out of your underwear, the wet sound of it making both of you shiver but Javi needed your support and care.

Sex wasn’t the most important part of this for you, his comfort and trust was.

“Thank you, Solecita, I’m sorry I can’t-“

“No, don’t apologize, we already said there was no judgement as to why we did or didn’t like things we tried.”

He stopped arguing with you and even let you drive back, his hand holding yours tightly the entire ride. This was going to have to be a bigger conversation but not right now, he was too raw right now, and you decided that you’d initiate a break day of your own since that was more important to you than a list.

Javi had done so much for you, the least you could do was give him the emotional support he needed and deserved.

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[lumelii]

hello can i request fake dating trope (like bridgerton s1) for regency!nanami? thank you so much

INDEED YOU CAN, ANON. Y’all are making me so happy with the regency prompts 🥹🥹

Regency!Nanami x fem!reader

"Surely you remember you promised a dance with me at the last ball, Miss (y/n)?"

You wondered how well you could fake amnesia. A fall from your horse, perhaps. Or you were struck in the head by a ball while playing with your young cousins. Any excuse that would work to get you out of having to dance with this pallid looking boy in front of you. Gojo had introduced the two of you, yet you couldn't remember anything about him, other than his elder sister was Mei Oda and how ever-pleasant expression unnerved you in a way you couldn't describe. He had to be far too young for you, so why was he even attempting?

"I apologize, Mr. Oda, but I'm afraid I won't be able to, my aunt and uncle-"

"Would be delighted to see you make such a connection."

You blinked at him for a moment. "I beg your pardon?"

His calm smile didn't leave his face as he regarded you. "My sister told me of your situation. Your family and their financial status, and your extended period out in society in the country before you came here. It's your second season in London on your uncle's generosity and you've had no prospects in sight. I'm certain all members of your family would be happy to see you make such an advantageous match at your advanced age."

You started to form a retort, but decided against it as you bit your tongue with a disdainful smile. "Well, when you put it like that, how could I refuse?"

He smiled in satisfaction and began to speak, but you held up a hand to stop him. "Unfortunately, I still won't be able to accept your request." You wanted nothing more than to verbally eviscerate this small man in the middle of the ballroom but for the sake of your own propriety, you didn't. Your eyes scanned for some other, any other excuse to get away from the conversation. Your previous excuse of your aunt and uncle leaving early would have forced you to hide away in some corner of the host's house until Ui had left, and was not feasible when you were meant to be watching your cousin.

Your smile grew as you spotted Mr. Nanami walking across the floor in your general direction. Perfect. You raised a hand to catch his eye and smiled convincingly. Would it kill him to smile? He just stopped when he saw you, almost in the way of the dancers in the middle of their cotillion. You hated to admit he looked far too handsome for his own good in his dark blue suitcoat and wool breeches, his blond hair slicked back away from his face. Those treacherous thoughts were pushed aside as you walked over to him and laced your hand in the crook of his elbow. He stiffened instantly and tried to pull away at your sudden familiarity but you held him firm in his spot.

"What are you doing?" He hissed.

"I'm afraid I've already promised Mr. Nanami a dance, then Mr. Okkotsu was going to show us the gardens." You turned purposefully, forcing Nanami to turn with you as you bade farewell to Ui. "Dance with me."

"I'm sorry?" His words and your following conversation were drowned by the flourish of music to end the current dance as well as the sudden buzz of guests as they readied for the next dance.

"Dance with me." You hissed. "You still owe me from your little ruse at the musicale last week."

You could feel him roll your eyes beside you. It was entirely his fault he was in his current predicament. He had been chased by no less than five mothers at the small gathering, all looking to introduce their daughters to the eligible and particularly wealthy Mr. Nanami. Unluckily, you had been standing at the side of the room with your aunt trying desperately to offer a compliment to one of the young girls who played the oboe. Suddenly, Nanami was at your side, snaking his arm through yours and offering his apologies to the mothers that although he would be most obliged to promise a dance to each and every one of their daughters at the next society gathering, you had already laid claim to two sets and could not guarantee time with all of them, though he would try his best. He had apologized, but you were already planning on how to redeem his favor when you next needed it.

You all but placed him in his starting position for the country dance and took your place opposite him, ignoring his glare as the music and the dance began again.

"You seem to be in great demand this season." You commented a few minutes into the dance.

"If by demand, you mean hunted, then yes, I am." He corrected. "I have half a mind to go back to the country for the duration of the season."

"And what's keeping you from doing so? You've never seemed the type to bow to society's wants of you. If you were, you would have been married by now."

He shot you a look as you turned. "Yuuji's enjoying spending more time with Megumi, and it's benefiting Megumi having a playmate his age. He would be upset if we left so soon after arriving."

Must he bring his child up? You could ignore most of the inklings of feeling you had for him on any given day. He was prideful and straightforward to a fault. When he mentioned his son, however, he spoke with a tenderness you didn't know he was capable of. It made it that much harder to hold your conviction of dislike for him.

"You're plotting something." His voice broke you out of your reverie. He was watching you intently as you stood at the end of the dance line, waiting for your turn to pass through the two rows of dancers. "Do share with the group."

You focused your gaze on a far spot of the room. It was highly likely he would immediately reject your idea, but it wouldn't hurt to try. "It seems we are in a similar predicament."

"Oh?"

"You're in the sights of every mother with a marriage-age daughter in society, and I might commit a crime if I am forced to listen to another ineligible suitor drone on about how he is saving me from certain doom by offering a proposal of marriage.”

He made a noise of acknowledgement. “And how would you remedy the situation?”

You swallowed hard. “Suppose we were to enter an arrangement, of a sort. We let everyone believe we are courting, and then we will both be taken out of any firing line.”

“And what happens when the season is over?”

It was a fair point. If the season ended and there was no engagement after a prolongued courtship, it would reflect badly on the both of you. But did it matter? You hadn’t come to London to find a husband. Your mother had insisted, wailing to your uncle how you were destined to be a spinster, and what would become of you then? He had graciously offered to have you accompany them as they descended to London, and had been kind enough to ask you to come with them for a second year. A second time around would make no difference. You were determined to remain unattached.

“I don’t expect to be coming back to London next season.” You noticed how he missed the next step in his dance at your words but you pushed on. “Whatever consequences result, it will matter not. You can say I disappeared back home without a notice, and it left you so distraught you have sworn off love forever. You can retreat to your cottage for the better part of a year and become the cantankerous man no woman would even consider as a husband. You will be free to do as you wish, and I will be safely back in Gloucestershire living my life in peace.”

The dance was over, and you and Nanami were standing face to face. There was a peculiar expression on his usually composed countenance you couldn’t place. He didn’t reply for several moments, then cleared his throat.

“Must you always give such unfavorable descriptions of me?” He was frowning, but his tone was light. He wasn’t cross, and that made you smile brightly.

“Who else will remind you of your mortal nature?” You questioned sweetly. “So? What do you say?”

“I say, Miss (l/n), you have a deal.”

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Monster March 2023 Day 16 Giant- Part 3

Hemi has His Pixie

So when I originally had this idea for this set of stories, surrounding Kisska Kiana and KaBoom, the firework vendor. I wrote, probably 100k of background lore for @momolady to use when I commissioned her for a set of commissions. And while she took a better and different approach to it than I originally had in mind, it actually worked out better.

But when I got this prompt. Because Hemi was an orc/goliath/giant hybrid. So it counts. Also this is the NSFW sexy smutty part.

The reason this took forever was I had part one and part three already done. It was that stupid middle to tie the two together was the hardest part. So think of this as the initial spark that started the commission and then fanfiction of my own commisssions. Which is why Obresh and The Ruby Empire, which solely belong to @momolady are mentioned.

But as always thanks to @borealwrites for their Monster March prompts. You're amazing.

Part 3

It took a week, but Pix finally came back around and apologized for losing her temper and tried to give his black balm back but he insisted that it was a gift given in good faith. And it would be a great honor to him if she kept it and used it. Which went a long way with her. And while they couldn’t immediately pick up where they had left off before the lapse in judgement. It was a start. 

And for the next six months, Hemi was eager to learn everything he could about Pix and her crew and Pix took him up to a colony herself and helped negotiate for him to get a good and proper map, like the kind she had. 

So now, here they were, a full seven months later, in the same tavern. She and her crew on one side while Hemi sat in the very middle of it. 

Pix sat in the booth at the tavern, watching Hemi arm wrestle patron after patron and making more money doing it than he ever did making money with KaBoom and his crew to “supplement” his dietary needs.  

Pix was celebrating in this very bar the fact that she had another full year under her belt as Head Guard for Kisska Kiana. Kisska could go anywhere and everywhere and was often booked up delivering babies at least six months in advance. It was a station that came with yet another hefty raise- which she was using to celebrate tonight. 

Pix had already ordered new armor with some of her raise and now she was feeling the full force of her joy and pride in the fruits of all her hard work and was going to be making better money from now on than she had ever made in her life because Kiana was an international household name.  

Kisska and her family delivered for Queens, Pharaohs, Empresses, Czarinas, Sultanas and especially Clan Chieftesses and Warchieftesses alike, along with nobility and commoner. The purses for delivering for the wealthy were huge, often at least a year, three years even five years worth of average man’s wages- just to deliver a prince or princess which only took her a few weeks of babysitting the mother and then a day or two of actual work to earn. 

Kisska was the best boss anyone could ask for. She was easy going, lenient, understanding and funny and was a sister to everyone but believed in personal boundaries and keeping her nose out of her employee’s business and she was easy to care for and guard because her reputation preceded her everywhere she went. It was the dream job. 

Rogan didn’t trust people easily but Pix had earned his trust along with everyone elses and every year that was another year on the road and another year of success, was just another year of proving that such a thing could be done and done successfully. And could be done to the point of quite a bit of profit. 

Pix had confidence that she had many more years like this one ahead of her too. And she took it as a great honor that Rogan entrusted his daughters, his precious first borns, to her and she took that responsibility very seriously and with her sisters in arms, who she herself trusted and put confidence in, it was a piece of cake and it was now that she and her fellow guards were in this very tavern celebrating, splitting three hogs and a whole keg of ale all on their own. 

Hemi was still there to deter any idiot from ever thinking about crossing or double crossing KaBoom or any other member of the crew or ratting him out or else they got to deal with Hemi and his fists and his own battleaxes which were larger than most men. Hemi was half orc and half giant and goliath hybrid. He was still a 10 foot tall of solid being of bulging muscle. 

He had gotten even more of those old school traditional hand chiseled tattoos from head to toe in the most jaw dropping gorgeous designs. Most men would either faint or die from the pain alone of having those tattoos. But Hemi wore them proudly. They were a story all their own and Pix could spend years studying them, if she could manage to get close to him to do so. Hemi was intimidating. He was the baddest of the bad, he was the epitome of Bad Ass Mother Fucker. He had a set of dire wolves he used to hunt with who she adored. She often would watch him set up his own crew’s tents and he could do twice the work the others could because he was twice as strong and twice as big. To Pix, over the last several months, she grew to view Hemi as a warrior god worth worshiping, which was saying something for her. And as much as she wanted to go ‘fuck it’ and just let her heart lead him the way his dogs always seemed to do. 

Pix was a massive orc woman herself. She was large and in charge and acted like the matriarchal elephant for Kisska’s crew, she knew every road, trail, hill, mountain, river and lake on the continent and she had an excellent sense of direction and how to get from place to place and had everything mapped out in her head and had even made her own maps in addition to the ones she bought. She kept the group together and on schedule. She was also a falconer as were her fellow guards, the breed of falcon- firehawks- they hunted in pairs and groups and they used said falcons to hunt and scout especially. 

But that wasn’t all, Pix had a massive bosom that would smother a normal human man and nearly did for most orc men and an ass you could set a tray on each buttscheek and was every bit as tough as Hemi was. She still wore her hair in a mohawk, shaved the sides of her head on a regular basis and wore a long single braid in the back that she stacked all of her beads on and often wore little else other than armor and lived in leather. 

Pix had caught Hemi staring at her for what felt like hundreds if not thousands of times since he started working with KaBoom. Each time, the ghost of a grin on his face when he watched her set up her own camp or spar with her fellow shield maidens to keep her fighting skills in tip top shape.

To Hemi- her fighting skills, in his own opinion, were better than his own because while he was big and pretty quick on his feet, she had accuracy and finesse and elevated fighting to an art form and to see her body in motion always did it for him. She was bigger than most orc males and she intimidated even them because she was every bit of a warrior and fighter they were if not more so and she had the scars to prove it and had her own tattoos, some of them the same old school chiseled kind on the back of her shoulders and especially in the very center of her back between her shoulder blades when Hemi had introduced her to the tattooists in his father’s village where he vouched for her to be worthy of receiving them. And Pix had taken them like a champ. And ever since, especially now that it was summer and hot- she now often wore leather halter tops to show them off when she wasn’t in full armor on the road. And to Hemi- she was a warrior goddess worth worshiping. 

But Hemi also knew that she was as fierce as she was beautiful and she had more honor than anyone, she had a great work ethic and he loved it that she was large and in charge. And he was also keenly aware that she was way too good for the likes of him. But he just couldn’t help but fall head over heels for her every time he saw her. And the more he observed her the more he picked up on the little things and details and her own personality. There was nothing that he saw of her that he didn’t like, even after all these months. 

But for her, it was always dissappointing trying to fuck any man because she was so big, it was hard for her to tell if any of them were even in her. Like throwing a hotdog down a hallway trying to lay with anything less than an orc and she was deemed impossible to please and that hurt her feelings. 

But she had caught Hemi getting hard watching her spar and watching her work and knew he was packing and with as much as she was drinking tonight, she had some liquid courage and with half a plan fueled by alcohol and some gassing by her fellow guards, she stood up after Hemi beat the last competitor, practically strutted over to Hemi across the bar, the patrons parting for her without a word because with her, it was halfway between a stomp and a strut and Hemi watched her every step of the way practically hypnotized by her and slammed her money down on the table. 

“It’s my turn!” Pix demanded as she placed her hands on the table facing Hemi jutting her chest out and showing off her heaving cleavage to him and smirked when Hemi got a good eyeful before his eyes raked up her body to her face. 

“Well alright then, finally a worthy opponent.” Hemi offered with a pleased grin as he gestured for her to sit down as he gathered her money and placed it to the side, impressed because it was all gold coins and her handful of gold coins were equal to his stacks of winnings in copper and a few silver- before she did, creaking the bench as she did so as the floors groaned having so much weight in one spot as the other patrons scooted away just in case the floor caved in. 

“So to anyone who doesn’t know, this is Pix, Head Guard for the one and only Kisska Kiana, best midwife on the continent.” Hemi announced to the crowd. 

“And you’re Hemi- Head Guard for KaBoom, the best soap and firework maker on the continent.” Pix added as she gestured to him as there was a round of applause. 

“So how’s things going Pixie?” Hemi asked before he saw Pix gristle at the jab. 

“The name is Pix or Boss Lady. Don’t call me Pixie.” Pix snarled warningly.  

“Why not?” Hemi asked semi- innocently because to him, she was his perfect manic pixie dream girl. 

“Because it’s Pix as in Pick Ax, I ain’t no Pixie, in fact I break every man’s jaw who has ever called me Pixie. So call me Pixie again and you’ll join them.” Pix warned before she put her arm up and set her elbow firmly on the table as the other patron’s ‘oohed’ at that as all her fellow guards nodded adamantly to that statement. Although she didn’t really want to break his jaw, she wanted to kiss, lick and bite it but she would break it to make her point. She was strong enough to take him on, either in the ring, the battlefield or the bedroom, which the later is what she really wanted in that moment. Now she just wanted and needed to know if he was her match because if he wasn’t she was shit out of luck and would have to consider fucking giants and goliaths. 

“Alright Pix,” Hemi nodded in understanding but now he was determined, if he could beat her, which he was fairly certain he would, he wanted to win the right to be the only man to call her Pixie and go unscathed because he’d be calling her that with all the love and devotion he had before he put his arm up on the table from having his hands rest on his massive thighs since he was flexing his arms and his chest for her benefit because he was already getting hard just having her this close, she smelled like sweat from hard work, smoke from campfires, ale, roast pig and spice on her breath and leather and iron from armor. Which was his favorite kind of perfume, his nose picked up on her scent and even her own body odor was telling him that she was in her prime and genetically a perfect fit, he wanted to bury his face in her bosom and then between her legs and give his tongue the work out it’s been craving since he first laid eyes on her. God the way she swung those battle axes or a broad sword damn near made him wax poetic and to see her spar made him swoon, and to see her exquisite body in motion as she worked was foreplay. She could hold her own and the way she took charge of her crew was beautiful. He was in a constant state of awe with her. They grabbed hands and she had the best grip. Oh gods she was still, so incredibly strong. She was perfect. And he was swooning and smitten already and his cock was hitting the underside of the table. 

“Ok guys, uh…on the count of three.” Loker, KaBoom’s right hand man who was a teifling and a general smartass said as he put his hands over theirs to hold them in the right spot and Hemi noticed that suddenly Pix had a wicked grin of her own like she knew something he didn’t.

That was his only warning that the next moments were not going to go how he thought they would. 

“1...2..3...Go!” Loker called out and let go and pulled his hands into himself so he wouldn’t get hurt before with lighting fast speed Pix pulled Hemi’s hand to her chest, planted it between her breasts, stood up but still stayed bent over, grabbed Hemi by the back of the neck and pulled his head closer and kissed him! Right on the lips! 

Everyone gasped while her fellow guards screamed their squeals and cheered in delight as Hemi instinctively froze, staring wide eyed and mouth slightly open as he sucked in a breath and her bottom lip before he realized she was kissing him and tried to kiss her back and let go of her hand so he could finally get a good handful of that bosom that had been tormenting him since he first laid eyes on her magnificent body before she pulled away, yanked his hand out of her cleavage and used her position to her advantage and slammed his hand down on the table as the whole place collectively Lost. Their. Shit. 

Hemi’s crew all stared in horrified awe that she had the balls to do that to him and were both impressed but almost terrified for her because Hemi could do some real damage to her and Rogan would see to it that all of them would be hacked to pieces by his own battleaxes if Hemi hurt her. 

But Pix just beamed the brightest, proudest smile at him as she picked up her own gold coins that she had put down but didn’t touch any of his own winnings and dropped them into the her top as the coins found their way into her massive cleavage. 

“Thanks for the kiss.” Pix cooed herself as she winked then turned and strutted out of the place as her fellow guards quickly went to the bar to settle up before they could join her and probably protect her from Hemi retaliating against her for that and quickly getting KaBoom’s crew to do the same so they could keep a disaster from happening. 

Hemi just stared in awed wonder at her, her own sashaying hips hypnotizing him for a moment as his brain spun as fast as a top because he was left reeling and his heart pounding while practically breathless because she stole that from him before it all clicked into place as he realized that if that wasn’t an invitation he didn’t know what was before he shoved the table back, his winnings going everywhere, his tankard spilling while his crewmates gathered his money before he stood up and stormed after her as his own crew used his winnings to settle up at the bar too so they could go and between all of them they might be able to keep him from doing something really stupid. 

Hemi broke the goddamn door jam getting out before he caught up to her. 

“Pixie!” He roared before she turned and she realized that was probably the stupidest thing she had ever done in her life. She uncharacteristically froze in place, just looking at his face which she couldn’t really read and not noticing how there was a fucking canon bulging in his pants before he grabbed her by the upper arms and pulled her to him and kissed her, like really, really kissed her. Clashing teeth and tusks and bites and sucks and battling tongues and moans and everything as he let go of her arms to wrap his arms around her and pulled her to him so hard it cracked her back while she stood on tip toe so that his cock’s bulge could hit her own mound as she threw her arms around his neck and surrendered to him completely before he pulled away, grabbed her around her waist and threw her over his shoulder like she was a sack of potatoes, like she didn’t weigh anything which impressed her greatly because she weighed a few hundred pounds herself. 

“You’re coming with me and you’re finishing what you started.” Hemi growled before he bit her ass as she squealed and cackled in delight and reached down to grab his own glorious ass and scratch up his back as he moaned a growl in return and spanked her which got her to squeal again and giggle with glee as he started to carry her off behind the bar just as both of their crews came out and she smiled and waived them off to go away before they both blew out a breath of relief but followed at a safe distance and listened more than watched since it was the middle of the night and the alley was dark as Hemi practically ripped her clothes off, the gold coins clattering on the ground once her gigantic bosom was released after he put her down and ripped his own pants off since he wasn’t wearing a shirt to begin with and they felt the impact on the wall when he picked her up and pinned her to the wall above him before they both moaned and keened when he entered her and listened to make sure she wasn’t telling him no or to get off her and once both crews realized she wanted this, they gave them their space and privacy.  

Pix had wrapped her legs around his waist in a vice like grip that was actually cutting off feeling in his lower half but that didn’t stop him or slow him down at all and Pix moaned when he had stretched her open and entered her until he buried himself in her to the hilt and for the first time in her life, she knew what to be stuffed and filled to the max felt like and felt the head of his cock hit the roof of her canal, no one had ever done that to her before. This was what she had been hoping for as Hemi buried his face into her bosom, tasting the salt of her skin and nipping and sucking especially at her large nipples as she threw her head back against the wall and keened in pleasure as her hands stroked his back and his shoulders and neck and head and his own massive tusks made sure he didn't actually get smothered by them and grateful he had caps on his tusks so they didn’t hurt her although he would die a happy man if he did get smothered by them.  

Finally, a woman, big enough to take him to the hilt and built both like a warrior goddess and a fertility goddess worth worshiping. He had never laid with a woman outside of his hometown and usually, because he was part orc, meant he was too small for them. But outside of his own goliath and giant hybrid town? He found he was too big for anyone else. 

But Pix? His Pixie? She was everything he could ever want. She was tough, she was a warrior, she had honor and confidence and pride and ability and skill and talent and ambition. His wolves loved her and they were excellent judges of character and always sniffed her out and the way she was with his wolves, sweet and kind and baby talked to them and loved on them and gave them pets and treats and scratches and cuddles and gentle but firm correction, he took that as a sign of how she would be with their future children. Once he set his eyes on her, he stopped using whores. All he wanted was her and now he had her. And what a treasure she was, well worth waiting for. 

Once he was done claiming her breasts with his mouth he changed his hold on her and put his hand behind her neck to grab the nape and sink his fingers into her hair and pull her face to him so he could keep kissing her until they both needed to break the kiss to catch their breath. 

"You will not break my jaw or any other part of me for calling you Pixie, I will be the only one who gets the privilege of calling you that and know that I do so out of love, respect and admiration and awe because I've had my eye on you since the moment I saw you. I've watched for the last seven months. And I’ve watched you very closely and I know you're strong, powerful, skilled and talented and smart and amazing. And I want you as mine and only mine. So I am going to earn the right to call you Pixie with no retaliation on your part by making you cum so hard and so many times you will swear you sprouted wings and are flying like a real pixie. You're My Pixie, and my own dream come true. Deal?" Hemi growled as he pounded himself so hard into her he could hear the wall start to crack behind her but she wasn't asking him to ease up. If anything she was writhing with pleasure and meeting his thrusts and clinging to him like her life depended on it as her keening cries of bliss filled his ears as his tusks pinned her throat to the wall, his bottom row of teeth between the tusks right over her voice box to make sure she could still breathe and that he wasn’t drawing blood as his hands kept an almost bruising hold on her bountiful ass and glorious thunder thighs and it took most of his strength to hold her up because she was amazingly thick with her own bulging muscle but the gods forbid he drop her as he could feel her breasts up against his neck and upper chest, as they almost choked him. But he loved it more than he could say and this was sweeter than any spoil. Her own strong arms were wrapped around his own neck and shoulders and her nails were like her own hawk talons and he was pretty sure she was drawing blood but that only enhanced the intensity of his own feelings and fueled the lust. 

"Ok. Deal. What do I get to call you then?" Pix panted breathlessly but couldn't wipe the smile off her face if she tried. She was already half way to her release. 

"You get to call me- heart, mind, body and soul- yours. Because all of me belongs to you just like all of you belongs to me. All your love and affection and your whole heart, mind, body and soul." Hemi specified as Pix almost started crying she was so moved by that surprisingly elegant and eloquent declaration of love. 

“Ok, but I ain’t leaving Kisska to be with you all the time.” Pix insisted. 

“Wouldn’t ask you to, we meet enough as it is, gives me a chance to miss you like crazy so we can fuck like this every time we come together again.” Hemi grunted and it was Pix who was left swooning. Damn. 

“Deal, only because you’re a warrior god worth worshiping.” She praised as she felt him smile. 

“Like wise Pixie.” He grunted as he powered an extra powerful thrust up into her. 

They fucked first and then made love in that alley all night long several times over, like they were making up for lost time and Pix lost track of how many times Hemi had gotten her to cum, her womanhood was almost constantly buzzing and Hemi had made good on his promise because she felt like she had sprouted wings and was flying half the time and he made her feel lighter than air. He was surprisingly tender in his affections, like he had been thinking about this and planning this for a long time. She was so touched and part of her wished she had worked up the courage sooner if this was what had been waiting on her all along. 

By the time they separated it was almost sunrise and they both had to get back to their camps, using the cover of daybreak to hide their nakedness and gather their shredded clothing, giving each other one last wonderful long kiss and a smack on the ass. 

“Pix?” Kisska whispered in horror when she saw Pix come into the tent, her clothes shredded and covered in bruises before Kisska gasped which woke up the other girls who gasped and immediately grabbed their weapons. 

“Who did this to you?!” Yasa, the crew’s cook demanded. 

“We’ll string him up by his testicles in the nearest tree!” Tysh, the gnoll, who was the crew’s seamstress yelled angrily before the other orcs woke up and started whistling and jeering and congratulating her which appalled and confused the others. 

“Go on, tell everybody what you did and how great it was.” Vix, Pix’s sister invited with a giggle. 

“Ok, so..” Pix blushed but her smile was unmistakable as she dropped her shredded clothes and walked over to her bunk and put on other clothes and talked on and on about it till a good hour past sunrise, all the girls getting cups of coffee and listened as Pix recounted it, her dreamy look and wistful tone revealed that she had wanted and welcomed this encounter with open arms and legs apparently and of course everyone’s biggest question was how big his cock was and once Pix gestured and estimated it, all the girls crossed their legs and grabbed their own pussies and hissed in pain at the thought of any of them trying to take on a monster like that and not die. 

“How did he not split you in half?!” Yasa asked. 

“That’s literally the size of most newborns.” Kisska said as she crossed her legs even tighter and covered her mouth in shock. But the fact that Pix could take it and take all of it and take Hemi to the base so that his huge and heavy ballsack slapped her taint and ass and revealed she was big enough to take it. 

“Hey! Pix!” The bar owner’s wife called out as they came to the tent and hit the knocker. 

“Yeah?” Pix called out.  

“You broke my bar! You need to pay for it!” She demanded. 

“What?” All the girls said as they quickly threw on robes and some shoes and answered the tent door as Kisska grabbed the group’s savings as the group of them came as the bar owner himself rounded up Hemi with his crew eager to see what he broke. 

“Holy fucking shit!!” All the girls exclaimed since they got to the scene first and saw that there was an impact that looked like a canon had fired and hit the wall. And there was a crack from the foundation to the roof! The guys quickly ran and got there as the girls grouped together and eyed Hemi warily and started whispering to each other and giggling like crazy. 

“Damn!!” The guys exclaimed as they saw it and inspected it, most of them laughing their asses off. Loker was actually on his knees, crying and wheezing from laughing so hard. 

This was the greatest thing he had ever seen with his own eyes. 

“Oh my gods, I gotta ask, I gotta know- How are you alive? How are you walking?” Loker asked Pix as he tried to recover. 

“Loker!” Mika frowned and smacked him upside the head and glared at him. 

Hemi was both impressed by his own power yet thoroughly embarrassed and wondered what Kisska would do or if Pix would get punished or anything and how he was going to make it up to her. 

“Are you ok?” Hemi asked Pix thoughtfully as he pulled her aside. 

“Her back is covered in bruises!” Yasa hissed. 

“Oh no, I’m so sorry Baby.” Hemi apologized as he reached out and rubbed circles into her back tenderly. 

“Oh, pfft, I’m fine, I earned those last night.” Pix waived off with a proud smile. 

“So how you wanna do this?” Pix asked as she nodded over to the wall. 

“Because I realize I started it and we both finished it so I’ll pay for half of the damages if you’ll pay for the other half.” Pix offered. 

“Nah, I got it. Save your money Sweet Thing.” Hemi rumbled as he snaked his arm around her and pulled her in as all the girls suddenly became aware that he was getting hard agian since they had been sneaking peeks at his crotch trying to figure out he carried a monster like his in his pants and it was kind of almost at eye level for them. 

“Wow, ok, we’re just gonna go away now.” Kisska said as she gathered the rest of her crew and guided them out of the alley as they all erupted into giggles.

“Do you like have a pussy of iron or…?” Loker asked before Hemi went to hit him and he ducked and got away out of Hemi’s reach as KaBoom smacked Loker on the side of the head before he got the rest of his men out of there before Hemi handed over his money to the bar owner before they left and that left them in the alley alone before Hemi got a peek at her back before she brought him back to her camp since both of them could fit in the wagon which she quickly used all her bedding to turn it into a giant bed for them where they both caught up on their sleep before and after making love again where Hemi tenderly kissed every mark he put on her and offered to hurt himself twice as much which Pix thought was sweet but not necessary and just wanted to be held and was happy that he was able to wrap both arms around her and she got to be the little spoon for the first time ever. 

Meanwhile KaBoom and Kisska got breakfast, not really sure what to say to each other as they just stared at it. 

“You’re...not hung like he is are you?” Kisska finally whispered. 

“Gods no, I think Hemi is the only thing on two legs hung like he is.” KaBoom shook his head adamantly. 

“Oh thank the gods, because damn, that’s...I don’t...like...that would kill me. I am not built for anything like that.” Kisska admitted as she downed her spiked coffee. 

“I didn’t think any woman was built to take that either to be honest.” KaBoom admitted which made them both snort a laugh. 

“Well the story I got from her was that it was wanted and apparently needed and enjoyed so we’re all good there.” Kisska assured him. 

“Oh good, because I and everyone else on my crew is still scared shitless of your dad and to be honest, your brothers too and we were just all terrified he was going to hurt her and the rest of us would be on the run for the rest of our lives- even though we all know there isn’t a rock or a crevice we could hide in or under that they wouldn’t find us in.” KaBoom confessed as Kisska nodded with a grimace. 

“Yeah..that’s true. I mean at first- to see her coming in- naked- her leather clothes are shredded in her hands and covered with bruises, we all were grabbing every weapon we could reach but the smile on her face and the happy wistful sigh she gave had us all reconsidering our own blood thirst and we must have drank like ten pots of coffee between us as we all listened to every detail and every single one of us was crossing our legs and grabbing our own pussies in pain at the very thought of being in her shoes because he could and would kill us if he tried to have sex with any of us and we would just be a cock sleeve at that point, push all our guts out of…” Kisska began before KaBoom cut her off with a grunt of pain and held his hands up as he looked physically sick and pained. 

“Ah! Stop stop stop.” He pleaded. 

“So, I take it, we get to be closer than ever huh?” Kisska hinted hopefully. 

“That would be great if at all possible.” He admitted before she reached out and held his hand with both of hers. 

“I really like you. And I know you like me back. And I know that with your third business, you can’t really settle down anywhere because you need to always be on the road, just like me. And I’m never going to ask you to give that up because it’s the third that is technically your bread and butter so to speak. Just..if we get closer and our two crews end up becoming one crew. Just keep me and my girls safe ok? And as much as your third business has boosted mine because of certain high profile clientele, I know that’s a lot to ask for of Hemi and even Pix and the others. Just please, keep me and my girls out of the third ok? I understand if the wives or mistresses or whatever of whoever you’re dealing with need midwives, I’m your girl. But otherwise. I don’t want to be involved in that if we get involved ourselves ok? Because for the last six months every time our crews meet up, it’s hard to tell where one starts and the other ends and with what happened last night, that’s gonna get harder and harder to do.” She offered. 

“I would never dream of putting you or your sisters, both by blood and bond in danger Kisska.” KaBoom promised. 

“Thank you.” She thanked him before she partially stood up and pressed a sweet kiss to his lips which he was happy return. 

“I won’t let you down.” He vowed. 

“I know you won’t.” She smiled happily before she slid around the booth and snuggled up to his side. 

“So guess what I heard from the whorehouse?” She grinned once their food was brought to them. 

“That Hemi’s hung like a canon?” He guessed. 

“Well, yeah, we know that now. But I heard that the only way to beat a nettle is with someone else’s dick.” Kisska murmured with a mischievous grin before it was KaBoom’s turn to bark out a loud laugh which got Kisska to laugh with him because it was KaBoom’s laugh, that was booming, just like his beautiful fireworks that Kisska always liked the most. That and with her line of work, meant she heard and then got to repeat every dirty joke she heard till KaBoom was either crying and or on all fours, or clutching his gut from laughing so hard and so much before he pressed a sweet kiss to the crown of her head as he was happy to keep her all cuddled into his side, which they rarely got to do, but enjoyed every chance they got. And now that Pix and Hemi could be together, now Kisska had no reason to not make the two crews one crew officially. And now, they could afford to buy or at least make proper houses on wheels so they could stay and keep doing things the way they had before but with more comforts of home. Until they could find a truly perfect home for them all. 

#Monster March 2023 #Monster March 2023 Day 16- Giant #Monster March Day 16 Part 3

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Not as it Seems

Prompt Drabbles #1

Hello everyone! I'm Hailey (For those of you who don't know me) and I'm pretty new to the Hawaii Five-0 Fandom. I'm wicked happy to be here and super stoked to write some fics! I have quite a few of them floating around my drive and I wanted to start getting them out there. I wanted to start small with some drabbles and work my way up from there. Get the characters right and such. I have a feeling I'm going to be picking on Danny a lot I felt drawn to his character and you all know how that goes.

Please note that I do not have a beta so there will be an odd mistake here and there and I apologize in advance for that!

The word prompt I was given for this Drabble was "Nightmares" and it turned into something very interesting which later inspired a couple of different supernatural Au's that I currently have in the works!

And I'm rambling. Enjoy the fic, I hope y'all like it! -H

words: 835

The basement was freezing and dark, the only light he could see was a flickering bulb hanging precariously from the ceiling. Swaying it cast shadows. Shadows that somehow danced and whispered to him. Laughed, wept, mocked, and growled. Danny forced back screams of his own in a poor attempt to be defiant against the demons in the dark. 

The air was tainted with copper, and something so sickly sweet that Danny had to swallow repeatedly in order to keep whatever was left in his stomach from making an epic return. The only thing left in this place was death and despair. There was no hope here for it had left long before he was even born. Cursed the locals said. A wound left to fester bitter against anything good in the world. 

The bulb flickered again, buzzing and clicking at him in warning. Danny shifted off the bottom step onto the dirty blood encrusted floor. His steps echoed like thunderclaps and voices whispering all around him hushed. As if they were a crowd quieting for a performance. Now it was much too quiet. 

The light fizzed and popped the closer he got to the center of the room. He was unwelcome there. More so than any one of the locals; he was a Haole after all. Danny’s breath caught in his throat as the light above him flared back to life. 

Settled in front of him was a barrel. 

Scrambling backward, Danny on pure reflex alone pulled his weapon from its holster. The laughter that came from the dark - churning like a vortex -  made him scowl. No matter how long it has been what happened to Mattie will forever cut him like a serrated blade. This wasn’t real. He was no longer in a basement, but his own mind. Danny watched as the small enclosed space grew exponentially. One by one a hanging bulb flickered on and beneath that light was another barrel. Names of the people he loved on the side of each and every single one of them. 

There were no ghosts here. Only parlor games. 

Taking a deep breath he closed his eyes and listened. Really listened. The whispers now only tickled the back of his mind as they should. Warning him, not taunting. Thunder rumbled and rain poured down on the roof way above him. The sound of distant sirens eased some of his tension. Gripping his service weapon tightly Danny listened as another walked around him. Shifting in the dark, waiting. Breathing. Not dead like they had originally thought. 

Danny had to give it to them; whoever they were. It was pretty ingenious. Build off of a local legend and just let the stupid roll in. A never-ending feast. The air shifted around him again as the creature surged forward with only one thing in mind. Feed. Danny only had a split second to save himself. Bringing up his gun he spun around and fired. 

Looking down at the man Danny cocked his head to the side. He was sure Max would conclude after an autopsy that it was a vampire. A completely rabid one at that, it didn’t care who its next meal was or how he got it. Pressing his lips together he saw decomposing spots on the vampire's hands and face; shaking his head Danny moved on. Taking the stairs two at a time he pushed his way through the derelict house so he could meet his team. Multiple weapons were trained on him for only just a moment before Steve was on him. 

“Jesus Danny, what the hell? Are you okay?” 

Danny waved him off and shouted over to Duke to call Max and CSU. “Damn Vampires,” he grumbled to his partner and inclined his head slightly. “No offense Chin,” 

The Lieutenant smiled wryly at him. “No worries Brah, I know you love me.” 

Steve snorted and squeezed Danny’s shoulder, a sign saying ‘We’ll talk about it later,’ 

Kono grinned and the rain tapered off. She shook her head her brows furrowing in confusion,

 “Are you telling me that this was a vamp the entire time?” 

Danny shook the water from his hair and shrugged, “He had a flair for the dramatic. Rabid. I think he may have had help. Some heavy-duty witchcraft down there.” 

A tense silence fell over the team. “Damn,” it was all something they could agree on. The Vampiric disease was spreading and they had no clue how it came to be or how to stop it. All they knew was that it turned Vampires, who could be some of the sanest people left on the planet, certifiable. Psychopathic. Almost animalistic in their killing; drinking more than should be possible. They’re decaying, falling apart and the only thing that holds them together was blood. And a lot of it. The only sure thing they knew was that it was a curse. A very powerful one. 

Danny only hopes that they can find the source before the disease reaches too close to home. 

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#hawaii five 0 #h50 #hailey the queen of typos #danny danno williams #steve mcgarrett #chin ho kelly #kono kalakaua #supernatural au #drabble #BAMF Danny Williams

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Stay (Din Djarin x f!Reader)

Stay (Din Djarin x f!Reader)

Pairing: The Mandalorian x Reader / Din Djarin x Reader

Prompt: (Not mine but provided by the ever lovely @theworldofprompts​)

“Do you remember what it was like? Before this mess. Before this pain and bloodshed. Do you remember who you were?”

“I do. Do you?”

“Not so much anymore.”

Warnings: Mentions of blood, mentions of death/killing, slightest hint of PTSD(?), violence, language, angst, shirtless!Reader (but with no sexual context), soft!Din (which should be a warning in itself because he’ll steal your heart). Also I failed to take the time to proofread this thoroughly, so I apologize in advance for any mistakes. I think that sums it up (but as always, feel free to let me know if there’s anything I missed!)

Word Count: 2.9k

A/N: My original intent was for this to be a very small blurb, but I got carried away with this. This has been posted on previous accounts I’ve had, so if it sounds familiar, it may be oops.

(photo is not my own)

It's another day of hunting down quarries, another day of kill or be killed. You're on Tatooine, a place practically teeming with the scum of the galaxy. But this is where the tracking fob has led Mando, so you go with.

"Come with." He instructs, readying the weapons on his utility belt. "I'm going to need your help."

That was the understatement of the century. Tatooine is where criminals went to escape, to hide. While they were untrusting, they still looked out for each other. A camaraderie built on questionable principle and morals. So when word reached the escaped prisoner that a Mandalorian had set foot on the planet, they ran like hell. But not before calling in a few favors.

Mos Eisley was like a maze of narrow streets which gave way to alleys. It usually was buzzing with nightlife but was eerily quiet tonight as you and the hunter traipsed through the sandy paths.

"Something isn't right, Mando." You murmured, surveying the area warily. He ignored you as he spotted the quarry darting across the plaza and you both chased after him, blasters drawn. You converged on the convict, trapping him in a corner.

"There's nowhere for you to go. Come willingly and I'll spare your life." The sounds of Mando's voice broke the silence, prompting the criminal to turn, a grin splattered across his face.

"I'd rather not." A sick laugh left him and you raised your blaster, steadying it with two hands. The sound of beskar creaked as the Mandalorian drew closer to him.

"I will kill you." His body towered over that of the man below him in both height and brawn, but the little impish man was unyielding, laughing harder at this.

"I don't think so~" He cackled and movement in your periphery caught your eye.

"Look out!" You reacted quickly, rushing to shove Mando out of the way as a woman aimed to strike his arm between the plates of armor. A burn tore through your shoulder blade as the jagged knife found purchase there, dragging downward as your skyward attacker finally came to rest on the ground.

"You made me miss." She seethed, tearing the knife harshly from your flesh. You could feel blood seeping, but had little time to care.

"Y/N, fuck!" Mando is stewing with rage. There's now five enemies on the two of you, but his strength is unrelenting while he's tapped into this anger. The knife-wielder knocks your blaster from your hands after you take one of the other hired guards out. She has her blade pressed against your neck, ready to slice your throat and claim the Mandalorian as her prize.

"Any last words?" She hisses, a vicious snarl leaving her lips as you knock into her, sending her flying back. You're on her in an instant, the knife slipping from her hands. You snatch it up, turning in time to get one of the others who's charging at you. You make a run for your blaster and the girl is on you again, digging her fingers into your bleeding wound.

A howl of pain leaves you and the bounty hunter is to you in a flash, ripping her from your body. She's on the ground and you straddle her for the second time. This time, you don't spare her and drag the knife quickly across her throat. Her blood paints your skin, and the blade emits a dull thud when it clatters against the sand. Your blaster by your side again, you catch the bounty making a run once more and with a few shots from your weapon, he crumples to the ground. You drop your blaster, blood thumping in your ears and the sound of the last body hits the street as Mando takes him out.

He's to your side and startles you. You can't make out the sounds of his footsteps, or the weight of his armor over the sound of your heart.

"I've got to get you back to the ship. Let me carry you." He's down by your side, helping you up.

"No, you've got to get the body. I'm fine. I can make it." You protest, raising to your feet beside him.

"Y/N." His voice is stern. "I don't care about it. We'll get credits some other way."

"Please, Mando. Just grab the fucking body and let's get out of here. We can't stay out in the open like this."

With a sigh that crackles over the modulator of his helmet, he bends to your request, hoisting the dead body over his shoulder and leading you back to the Razor Crest. He opens the ramp and you stagger inside, collapsing against one of the tables, sitting there and drawing in jagged breaths at the pain.

He tosses the body in one of the cargo holds for now, closing the hatch and heading to you. "Let me see how bad it is."

"I'm fine." You bite back, swatting at his hand.

"So help me, Maker. Just get on the fucking bed so I can look." When you fail to move, he's easily lifting you off the table. You shouldn't be surprised—he just carried a full grown man's body back to the ship, but it still catches you off guard. Your body protests as you flail in his arms so the erratic movements are short-lived and it's not long before he's setting you on the bed. "Take off your shirt." He instructs in a no-nonsense tone, rummaging through the storage for whatever he has to call a medkit.

"Absolutely not." You deny, watching him lazily. He's back to you in a flash, ripping the fabric from your body. You hear it flutter to the ground, followed by the soft patter of something else. You realize it must have been his gloves that hit the floor when the rough pads of his now-bare fingers trail over your skin, causing a shiver to spread through you.

"Do you always have to be so difficult?" He uses a clean scrap cloth to mop up some of the blood which still seeps from the cut. "Fuck, she got you really good. I have to close the wound." His hand spots the cautery, flicking it on and listening to the hum emitted by the electric device. "This is going to hurt."

"I got this fucking saving your ass from losing an arm." You hiss at him, but then let out one deep breath. "Just get it over with. I can handle it." You tense your muscles in anticipation but his fingers ghost over your skin, prompting you to relax.

"Don't tense up. I know it's hard, but just relax. It'll go faster that way." His hand strokes along your spine, soothing you for a few moments, waiting for your breathing to slow before he brings the hot surge to your skin. You bite down on your knuckle to stifle the scream trying to tear through your throat. You think about the kid, his pointy ears laying back as he sleeps. Tears brim in your eyes but the thought of the little tyke sleeping keeps you from crying out, not wanting to wake him. "I'm almost done, Y/N. You're doing so well. Just keep staying still. Just like that." His soft praises and touches almost make the pain worth it. Well, the fact that he's even here right now more than makes it worth it. After a few more minutes of the burning sensation against your skin, the buzz of the wand ceases and you hear him set it aside. He takes a new rag and steps into the fresher to wet it; when he returns, he wipes away any remaining blood gently. He examines the raised skin, knowing it will scar and mar your beautiful, smooth skin.

“I got rid of the blood as best as I could, but you should probably use the fresher to clean the rest up.” He’s helping you up, urging you towards the small room outside the sleeping quarters. “I need to set our course and get us off this shit hole before someone tries anything else. Go.” He urges you, a hand on the small of your back leading you into the refresher. He starts the shower, making sure the water warms for you then he heads for the ladder up to the ship’s control.

“Mando?” He pauses before climbing, turning to look at you expectantly. “Once it’s set, will you stay with me tonight?”

You can hear the audible sharp intake of air he makes, and although he hesitates, he agrees. “... Yes, now go.” He climbs the ladder quickly, leaving you to turn into the room and wash yourself.

You watch the water seep down the drain. It runs red, dark as the blood—both yours and that of others—pools below you. A shudder travels through you as you recall the knife stuttering over the woman’s throat and you try to shake it from your memory. You don’t register that you’re crying but your whole body racks with sobs. Mando is knocking on the door, but you don’t hear it. Then he’s entering the room.

“Y/N? What’s wrong?” He’s maintaining his distance, respectful of your privacy behind the closed door of the shower. You don’t answer, so he raps his fist against the stall of the shower, drawing you back into the moment and prompting you to turn the water off. “Here.” He tosses a towel over the door and you ravel yourself into it, leaning against the damp wall. Next, a piece of tan fabric is tossed over the wall. A tunic, soft but much too large to be yours. As you throw it on, you realize it’s his. Once your tears have subsided into hiccups which have turned into only stuttering breaths, you emerge. Now that you’re in air, he’s stripped off his armor, so when he pulls you into a hug, you can feel the warmth of his body. “Are you going to tell me what’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

"Do you remember what it was like? Before this mess. Before this pain and bloodshed. Do you remember who you were?"

The memories of his time before the untimely murder of his parents have been present in his mind for as long as he can remember. His memories of being a foundling, growing up and training. Memories all before he started killing are so present in his mind every day. He feels like they keep him human.

“I do.” He pauses, he’s tilting your chin up, his visor tipped down as he studies you behind his helmet. “Do you?”

A shudder of air wheezes from you, your body shakes against him, but you push away before he can pull you in tighter. “Not so much anymore.” Your eyes sting once more with renewed tears. “I killed two people tonight. And I didn’t hesitate. I never wanted this. I was just supposed to watch the kid, I-”

A deep sigh escapes him, silencing you. You try to read him beyond the helmet, but he refuses to face you. “Are you going to leave?” It’s a loaded question, but you can tell it breaks him to ask it. “Is that what you want?” You don’t think the crack in his voice is from the modulator this time.

“I don’t know, Mando. I don’t know what I should do.”

“It’s up to you, but for what it’s worth, I like having you around.” It fucking hurts him deep, but he runs a hand through your hair. It’s the first time his bare fingers have touched through your soft locks. A soft groan leaves him, prompted by the sting in his chest at the possibility of you abandoning him. “I’ll make it up to you, if you stay, cyar’ika. I promise I will.”

He rarely calls you by anything other than your name, but the term of endearment is not lost on you. And you realize that protecting him ran deeper than just doing it because you tagalong with him and the kid. You care. So much so that you were willing to take a hit for him; more than a hit really, quite possibly facing death for him. His hand cups your cheek, one more hushed plea leaving him. “Please, don’t go.”

You tilt your head, leaning into his grasp. “I won’t leave you.” You assure him quietly and his response is immediate; he’s scooping you into his arms, bringing you back to the bedroom with his helmet gently leaning against your head. He settles onto the mattress, sitting upright with you still in his arms. The two of you are silent, comfortable in each other’s embrace for a minute before he speaks up.

“I want to try something, ner ka’rta, but you have to trust me. Please, lie down.”

“What is it?” You whisper as he sets you on the bed. Instead of responding, he rises from the bed evident by the loss of his weight and the creaking as he shifts off of the mattress. You lie on your stomach as you await his return. When he's back, something cool and smooth is covering your eyes. “Mando? What is this?”

"Aeien silk. It cost way more than it should have but it'll be worth it."

"What do you mean?"

“I got this…” He pauses but then a gentle hiss fills the air, then his voice, warmer and smoother than ever before. "So I can do this." The mattress bows under his weight again and he leans down. His fingers skim along your skin as he slides the tunic up, exposing your flesh. There's a soft weight on your back, right below the fresh wound. Then it migrates around the offended skin, traveling in a circle and you realize it's his lips pressing tender kisses against your bare back. Then he's pulling you up, into his lap, your chest pressed against the thin fabric of his shirt. "And this." His lips descend on yours and it's as though his lips suck the air from your lungs, breathing it into his own. You pull away to breathe and he takes a moment to just gaze at you. A rare moment without intrusion or interruption, just existing in each other’s space.

You raise your hands slowly, aiming to explore him blindly. Your hands find his jaw, feeling the stubble there, coarse beneath your fingers. Then your thumbs spread across the expanse of his cheek. You’d imagined doing it so many times before, but now you could feel him. Living, breathing, hot flesh and man beneath you. He interrupts your exploration to kiss you again, deeper this time. and your hands find their way into the tangled curls at the nape of his neck. His hair is longer than you'd have expected, softer too. All too soon, he pulls away, leaving you alone on the bed once more. You whine at the loss of contact but you hear the telltale sign of his feet hitting the floor. He tilts your head up with a finger under your chin, brushing his lips over yours once more. It's so tender, chaste, but brief at the same time.

"I need to cover this wound, and I have some salve lying around that Kuiil gave me. You'll feel better after that. I'll be right back. Don't move. Don't take this off. Do you understand?" He tugs the silk more securely over your eyes to emphasize his point and you nod solemnly. You know the gravity of his actions. Taking his helmet off and trusting you to not look is not something you consider lightly.

You hear him retreat, but he’s soon climbing onto the mattress behind you. “It’s going to be cold, but it’ll help with the sting, okay?” He spreads the balm gently over the wound, then he applies a bandage over it. “How’s that?”

You can already feel the burning sensation subsiding as the calming properties of the concoction gets to work. “Way better, Mando. Thank you for taking care of me.” You twist in his lap, feeling his lips so you can press yours to his once more. He lays back, taking you with him so that your body is nestled closely against his.

“Din. That’s my true name. Call me Din when it’s like this, just us two.” It’s not a request, but rather a simple order.

“Din.” You smile, sheepish even though he can’t see you. Your hands travel up to explore his face more. You can feel his kiss-swollen lips, his broad nose. You even feel his eyelids, the long eyelashes there too.

“You need sleep, cyar’ika.” His baritone voice is gentle against your ear.

“You do, too.”

“I will.” 

“Din? You’re still going to stay with me, right?”

A deep chuckle rumbles low in his throat. “You couldn’t get rid of me if you even tried, sweet girl.” And so he does keep his promise, staying with you all night, wrapped around you.

#din djarin #din djarin x reader #the mandalorian #the mandalorian x reader #mando x reader #pedro pascal characters #atdawnwewrite

[volleychumps]

hii! can I request headcanons/scenario (up to you) to kuroo's first year sister becoming nekoma's manager (also kuroo is a little overprotective) and the team going to a training camp with the others for the fist time? thank you in advance!

 Awh yes of course this prompt made my heart go !!! This is a tad crack-filled but it has its’ sappy moments, I hope you enjoy!!

The Younger Kuroo

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“And what do we say when a boy asks for your number?” 

“Oh please, jump into my bed. I’ve been waiting.” 

You dodge the thump to the forehead from Kuroo’s thumb as you hide behind a cackling Yaku, who wiped a tear from his eyes at the promise of death in your older brother’s eyes. 

“No. Try again.” 

“I’m not five~” you whine, stretching your legs out from the slightly cramped bus ride. You loved Lev like a brother, but his legs hardly gave you any room to sit comfortably. Said boy hadn’t even realized until towards the end of the ride, panicking and taking your bags up for you as an apology with a sheepish grin on his cat-like features. 

Kai thumps your head for Kuroo, causing you to protest. “Kai! I’m supposed to be your favorite!” 

“Keep making jokes about bringing boys into your bed and you won’t be.” 

“Um sir, I’m actually going to be sleeping on a futon-” 

You dodge the next flick to your head, grumbling about how your brother’s team abuses their own manager as you run ahead to catch up with Kenma, ignoring the agitated calls for your ass to get back there from your brother. 

Kuroo rolls his eyes at the actions of his younger sister, watching Kenma show you what he was playing as Yaku brings a hand up to his neck, the three third-years watching with slightly worried expressions as their little sister figure hops onto Inuoka’s back. 

“Will she really be okay?” 

“She’s smart. She can take care of herself.” 

“MORI, INUOKA ATE MY COOKIES!” 

“I BOUGHT THEM FOR YOU-”

“Inuoka don’t steal her snacks! She’s still growing!” 

Kuroo sighs, the captain raising a hand to his eyes as Kai grins lopsidedly next to him, looking a little apologetic. 

“Nevermind. She’s a dumbass.” 

“So...we should worry about her?” 

This would be a long training camp. 

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“Yamamoto, bend your knees a little more.” You instruct, resting a hand on the boy’s back as Yamamoto nervously looks to the side in case Kuroo was looking. You roll your eyes, applying more pressure. Your brother’s overprotective nature was funny at times, but not when it got into your duties as team manager. 

“Are you really her?!” 

“Bokuto, I said no!” 

You blink, hiding behind Yamamoto on instinct as a boy with burly arms and silver hair came running towards you, excitement brimmed in his gold irises as Kuroo holds his collar with an irk mark. A second guy with slightly disheveled hair came walking in tow, hands stuffed in his pockets as if this were an every day occurence. You focus in on their shirts. Fukurodani Academy. 

“Huh? Wait...” The Fukurodani member looks deep in thought. “She’s like, totally cute. What happened to you?” 

“Akaashi, please claim your pet.” Kuroo snips, but before the second boy can step forward, you’re laughing and stepping out from your hiding place and extending a hand to the silver haired boy, who grips it excitedly as he ignores Kuroo’s protests. 

“I’m Kuroo Y/N! The totally cuter sibling.” 

“Bokuto Kotaro! You can call me Bokuto onee-chan!” 

“No you cannot.” 

“...Bo onee-chan?” you offer a bit timidly, ignoring the glower from your older brother as you hide your smirk. 

Bokuto swooned, causing the second boy to nudge him, an amused look tickling his features as he bows respectfully. 

“Akaashi Keiji.” 

“Keiji-Kun?” You grin, and the blue-eyed boy takes on a look of surprise and seems to ponder it for a moment, nodding his head before bowing again. 

“We’ll be taking our leave, Kuroo-san.” 

“Call me Y/N!” You call, the setter turning slightly in their depart to nod to you as Bokuto fist pumps the air, claiming you were totally his type before you zone in on your unamused older brother, whose arms were crossed as you grin a little sheepishly. 

“You’re telling me you know those two hotties and you’ve never bothered to set me up?” 

“Y/N-” 

“Joking! It was a joke!” You say a little too quickly, jogging off to encourage Kenma to get his ass off the bench as Kuroo groans, tugging Kai and Yaku off to the sidelines. 

“...yeah. we might need to worry.” 

“What are you talking about?” Mori laughs. “She’s not a kid, Kuroo. We don’t need to look after her as much as we did before.”

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“Literally fuck what I said before.” 

“Just how the hell did she manage to befriend the whole Karasuno team?” Kuroo grits out, Bokuto chuckling to his side as Akaashi reminds Kuroo not to snap his chopsticks in half. 

“Even Tsukki isn’t telling her to leave his sight. Is she magic or what?” 

The event where you were sitting between the vice-captain and wing spiker of the Karasuno team during that evening meal had begun when the captain had accidentally sent a receive towards your head, the goregous team manager managing to protect you in time with a swift wave of her hand. The vice-captain had rushed up to you in a hurry, apologizing profusely before the hyper libero invited you to come eat dinner with them, claiming he would buy you anything you wanted from the snack vendors afterwards. 

“Daichi, if you don’t stop apologizing, I will press charges.” You warn, placing more rice in your mouth as Yachi giggles from across you, eyes curious. 

“It’s hard to believe you’re Kuroo-san’s little sister, Y/N.” 

“You’re not scary...at all. Are you sure you two are related?” Hinata blanches, pretending he can’t see the glower from the captain across the cafeteria. You shrug, shooing the offered fried katsu from Sugawara’s chopsticks away. 

“Eat, Suga. I’m not dead.” You huff, turning to reply to your new friend. “And Hinata, don’t talk with your mouth full. Sadly, we came from the same womb and he was my first bully.”

The fact that you were both first years made you get along easily with the freckled boy, Yachi, Hinata, and even the genius blue-eyed setter and the tall middle blocker managed to engage in conversation with you one or two times. You noticed that the boy who claimed a little too boisterously to call him “Tanaka-Senpai” and the libero “Nishinoya-senpai” were looking at you with stars in your eyes before cutting you off mid-conversation. 

“Was being saved by Kiyoko a mesmerizing experience?” 

“Daichi, why don’t you throw a volleyball at their head so they can see?” 

“Suga, I said I was sorry, I feel bad enough!”

“You hurt a kouhai!” Suga over dramticizes, playfully creating a human shield between you and the captain. “You don’t even deserve to look at her!” 

You laugh, the laugh dwindling slightly when you meet Kuroo’s eyes from across the room. The team all look down at once, Lev pouting and Yaku seeming to be a little more quiet as Yamamoto and Fukunaga pretend to carry on a conversation. 

The captain looks away quickly, and you frown, focusing on your meal. It looks like you were going to have an unexpected team meeting tonight. 

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“All right. Why is everyone on edge?” You throw the door open, not even flinching when some of your boys were in the middle of putting their shirts on. Lev and Inuoka both squeal overdramatically, covering their bodies. 

“Y/N you perv!” 

“Oh shut up, you always walk around shirtless and I say nothing!” You protest, plopping down in your brother’s futon. “Where is Kuroo anyway?” 

“Out. You know you can’t be in the boys’ dorms this late, Y/N. Do you want me to walk you?” Yaku crosses his arms strictly, and you sidle up to Kenma before resting your head on his shoulder tiredly, the boy you grew up with not even reacting as he continues to tap away on his console. 

“Nope.” You pop the p. “I just feel like I should say something. So gather around, chums.” 

“What, are you british now?” 

“Lev I seem to remember asking you to gather around, not hit me with an attitude.” You reply sassily, clapping your hands together. “Group circle. Now.” 

“She does have that captain vibe.” Yamamoto mumbles to Fukunaga as he simply nods in response. As your boys gather, you wait for them to settle before starting. 

“Okay, so welcome to alcoholic’s anonymous-” 

“Never mind. She doesn’t have a captain vibe, I must’ve been crazy.”

“Hi I’m Inuoka, and-

“Get to the point Y/N.” Kai says seriously as he yawns. You cross your legs, pressing the off button on Kenma’s console before looking at each of them individually, a seriousness in your eyes that was rarely there. 

“You do know I love you guys, right? Just because we’re at a training camp doesn’t mean I like the other teams more than I like you...so I wanted to say I’m sorry if it seemed like I was being a little neglectful...” You trail off, fiddling with your fingers. “I know some of you see me as your younger sister, and I really really don’t want you guys to feel like you guys are replaceable, because you aren’t.” 

You look up to see a mixture of surprise as some near tears (Lev and Inuoka) before you hastily add,  “And thus that ends my cheesy speech. Anyway, I struggle with high-amounts of alcohol consumption-” 

You’re cut off when the first years tackle you into a hug, crying they’re really glad you’re their manager as you struggle to breathe. You look up after you manage to shove them off, Yaku ruffling your hair as Kai crosses his arms with a satisfied grin on his face. Even Kenma had a little smile on his face before turning his console back on. 

“Sis.” 

You freeze up. It was time to face the final boss. Your head turns to sheepishly smile at Kuroo before he rolls his eyes, jutting his head to the side slightly. 

“I’ll walk you out.” 

“Goodnight Y/N!” 

“We love you!” 

“Speak for yourself-” 

“Shut up Kenma, we know you do.” 

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“So you heard?” You walk next to your older brother, arms swinging loosely as Kuroo hums in response, hands shoved in his jacket pockets. 

“It was nice for you to clarify.” Kuroo speaks after a few brief moments of comfortable silence. “For awhile, we were the only team that didn’t have a manager to deal with us, so I’m not surprised they got a little worried seeing you cozy up to other teams. One might say even a little possessive.” 

Kuroo stops, and you turn curiously to face your brother. 

“It honestly makes me really scared to think one of these bastards might steal my little sister away. None of them are deserving of you, and I’ll be damned if I let you think that they are.”

You blink. Kuroo saying nice things seemed to only happen once in a blue moon. 

“Tetsurou-nii.” You say softly, tugging on Kuroo’s sleeve. “I’m not a kid anymore, you know? I’m not that middle schooler that always followed you and your friends around, having an unexplainable crush on Kenma-” 

“Get to the point.” 

“I’m happy you care.” You hug him, feeling Kuroo relax into your embrace. “But you gotta let me grow up some day, you know? And that thing about none of the team being replaceable?” 

Your grip tightens just a little more. “You’re the one it applies to the most. You’re my one and only older brother who pisses me off at times, but...I...ugh god....why is this so hard? I uh... l-love you, big bro.” 

You feel a hand rest on the top of your head as Kuroo sighs. “I love you too, little sis, so stop saying gross stuff.” 

“Then don’t pout at me from across the cafeteria!” 

“Who the hell was pouting? Me? You must be losing your sight, crazy woman.” 

“At least my hair doesn’t look like a duck’s ass.” 

“At least I’m tall.” 

“Don’t be bitter because you weren’t apart of our alcoholic’s anonymous meeting-” 

and so, both Kuroo’s walked and laughed all the way to the girls’ housing, the atmosphere significantly lighter than it had once been. 

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“What business do you have with our manager, oi?” 

“Yamamoto, let Tanaka and Noya say bye.” You scold, highfiving them with both hands before Daichi approaches, Sugawara by his side as the captain of Karasuno hands you a steaming bag of Taiyaki.

“Share with your friends. This is my official apology. We’ll see you soon, Y/N.” The captain smiles warmly before turning to Suga. “Happy now?” 

“No, you abuser. Goodbye little kouhai!!” 

You wave to Hinata, Yachi, and Yamaguchi from a distance, Tsukishima and Kageyama both simply nodding to you as you shake your phone a little, signalling each of them to text you with the number you gave them with a bright smile. 

“Y/N don’t leave without saying bye to your nii-chan!” 

“Never, Bo-onii!” You cry overdramatically as Bokuto spins you around, Akaashi setting one hand on your head with a slight nod and a smile tickling his lips. It was honestly crazy how close you got with these people in three days, but who was complaining? 

“On the bus. Now.” Kuroo picks you up mid-spin from Bokuto’s grasp as you stick your tongue out, offering your final waves to everyone before Kai simply picks you up by the collar and quite literally drags you onto the bus. 

“Oh, did I miss my abusive boys.” You roll your eyes as you’re seated promptly next to Lev, who kindly kept his legs in check to give you enough room on the bus. “Who wants Taiyaki? Daichi-senpai treated us!” 

“Is Daichi the one? I called dibs, already!” Lev whines as the pastries are passed around, the bus settling into motion before Kuroo delivers a chop to the first-year’s head, who quickly claims it was a joke before a laugh bubbles up in your throat. 

Yeah. Your boys were a bit of a handful. 

“Yaku, you can’t have two!” 

“It just means Y/N loves me more.” 

“I’m her brother, you can’t compete.” 

“Shut up, she hates you half the time.” 

“No one asked you, Kenma!” 

But you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

#haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyuu anime #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu kuroo #Kuroo Tetsurou #nekoma #haikyuu nekoma #haikyuu training camp #haikyuu karasuno #haikyuu kenma #nekoma manager #kuroo's little sister

[lizzielikeborden]

Outburst

Request: Could you do 4/50 from the fluff prompt list with Five Hargreeves x fem!reader pls? Thank you in advance!

Character: Five Hargreeves

Prompts: Fluff- #4 “Kiss me.” & #50  “Stay.”

“Who the fuck is that?” Five slammed his pencil down onto the wooden table as hard as he could, or at least it sounded that way. 

You instantly regretted knocking gently on his bedroom door, you didn’t realize how upset or angry he was since you hadn’t been around him for a few days. Though you didn’t want to make him more upset, you weren’t sure which option was better. Walking away or opening the door and going in. You decided to go in, knowing that if you didn’t he would become even more annoyed and most likely storm around the house in pure anger. One step in the door and his head snapped toward you. 

“What the hell do you want?” He sneered clearly not wanting you around. Five tensed as you moved behind him to just see what he was doing. 

“You seem upset, I’d like to help you.” You went to just put a simple hand on his shoulder.

He took the papers in front of him and turned them over harshly, slamming them back into the desk. Acting like you didn’t exist he stood up and walked away from you, “Just leave me alone, get out.”

“What’s going on? What’s wrong?” You persisted, taking a seat in the chair he once sat in and kept facing him one arm leaned on the desk and that hand propped your head up as you leaned into it. “I came in here just to say hi and heard angry cursing. you were sitting right here ready to snap your pencil, and your face is tented red. What is so angering about this piece of paper?” You looked down at it, not reaching for it. 

He glared and you and spatially jumped over, taking the papers in his hands, and walking to the other side of the room again, “Why are you so intrigued? Hell, why are you watching me so closely?” 

Your face turned a light shade of pink, you covered your face with your other hand carefully, “Because I need to make sure you’re alright, I genuinely care about you.” 

“I don’t need you.” He shot back harshly. “I’m ol-”

“Older than what you look, older than me, and smarter, I know.” You backed your statement with a bit of spice. “Seriously sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

His eyes went blank for a moment as he stared directly at the wall, clearly affected by what you had just said. “Why can’t you just leave me be? Why is that so fucking hard for you?” 

“My god you act like I’m hurting you, I’m just trying to help.” You stand up from the chair but don’t step toward him. 

“Well you’re not. stay out of my head, stay out of my business, just stop. You’re just making everything worse?” 

“Five-” 

Before you could finish taking a step he strode past you and left the room in anger. In face he was so mad he wouldn’t even teleport away. The feeling of actually moving away and slamming the door was clearly something he needed.

 You stood in the middle of the room speechless and unable to move. The scene that had just happened between the two of you played through your head as you tried to process it all. Another part of your brain was picking apart details, trying to analyze them. You took another step back to sit in the chair you had just occupied moments ago. Sitting there, you were in pure shock, yes he was always very independent and sometimes got incredibly irritable. But, he had never gotten that mad at you. He had never even snapped at you, and there were certainly a few times it seemed like he would. You couldn’t think of anything else but what happened, and the fact that he wasn’t even here to talk it out. 

3 hours later

Five had taken time to wander aimlessly around the streets until his anger was mostly gone. In hindsight, he felt bad for yelling at you so harshly. Many of the things he said were untrue and knew that if they affected him they had to be affecting you. There was nothing he could do about it in his mind, apologizing was not going to happen, as it never did with Five.

He hoped you had went home as well, just so that he wouldn’t have to see the aftermath of what he caused. 

The stairs were completely empty and quiet.

The hallways were empty.

All the doors in the house were closed, some locked. 

 He didn’t think anyone was home, which relieved him considering that his siblings did nothing but stress him out and the only person who rarely stressed him out was most likely never going to talk to him again. His theory was disproved the moment he walked into the room. There you were, leaned over the desk in his chair asleep. Your face was slightly red, tears stained your shirt as well as your cheeks, and you had the pencil he had been using in your own. Five took in a deep breath, you had stayed to work it all out like a genuinely good person would. This put him in awe and pain, no one he had met in the many years he had met was genuinely there. No one cared enough to do anything like that. Not even his family. In his mind the moment you woke up you were going to tell him how much you hated him and that this was the last time you would ever really care.

Five closed the door and gently tip-toed past you not wanting to disturb you. He quietly took a blanket off of his bed and walked behind you sitting it down around the back of the chair and your shoulders. You weren’t in a deep sleep considering that your brain would not quit thinking. Your bleary eyes opened and you slowly sat up straighter with your head now off the desk. “Five? I- you’re back.”

“No shit sherlock, I came back.” 

“I’m really sorry, I didn’t-” You lightly ran your fingers over the blanket, examining it trying not to make eye contact with him. 

“No. Stop.” He sighed deeply. “It was me. Not you.” 

You paused your actions and looked at him in a bit of shock. A small smile crept onto your face. “Thanks.” That was the closest thing to an apology you would ever get. You rose up from the chair, the situation was fixed to your knowledge. That’s all you stayed for, and you knew the two of you would not talk for a while on Five’s behalf. So you smiled and gave him a little wave before reaching the door. You put your hand on the knob, you got through half a twist before you heard,

“Stay.”

You spun around quickly to see Five sitting on the edge of his bed, head down, tapping his left foot like it was gonna run away, and his hands in his pockets. You didn’t question this, instead you took your seat back in the chair. The room was deadly silent. Five did not move and neither did you. Not wanting to make him feel watched you turned yourself around and thought about this, Stay? Why would he want you to stay? Why would he ask that? You couldn’t keep your thoughts straight or together. What felt like seconds was more like a half and hour of straight silence, until Five spoke again,

“You are sitting in one of the most uncomfortable places in the entire fucking house.”

You turned toward him, this time he was looking directly at you like he normally did. “I hadn’t noticed.”

“Yes you have.” He corrected you almost immediately, you were barely able to get out the last words. “You just care too much about me to say anything about how uncomfortable you are. I’m going to say this once and once only. Come here.” He patted a spot on the other side of the bed he sat on. You stood up, a bit wobbly from sitting in the chair for hours and sat where he had patted. It was much more comfortable then the bed. More silence ensued, no one was looking at each other and no one was speaking. This was only for few moments before Five spoke again, 

“While we are on the topic of saying stupid shit.” He got up from where he sat and then sat down again closer to you. “You are a fucking moron who cares way too much about me. I have survived basically alone for longer than you’ve been alive.”

You sighed, assuming that was all he had left to say you stood up, but before you could advance to the door he grabbed your hand gently. 

“I’m happy that I am not alone anymore.” He whispered.

You turned around but he did not let go of your hand and you did not let go of his. He took another breath in ready to speak and stood up closer to you. But before he could get another sentence out you tugged him forward and said,

“Kiss me.”

And so he did..

#five x reader #five imagine #five hargreeves x reader #five hargreeves imagine #five hargreeves #The Umbrealla Academy #the umbrella academy #umbrella acedmy

[bbangsoonie]

find me in your memory

member: sangyeon genre: angst word count: 10,200 synopsis: when you return to korea in hopes of recovering your lost memories, one of your new housemates seems oddly familiar. warning(s): inaccurate depiction of amnesia

Prologue:

You had locked yourself in a bathroom stall to run away from everyone’s obvious trying-not-to-stare glances. Your hand clenched around your phone as you stared at the top trending news article. Your father had officially announced his plans to advance his political career and alongside his name were the names of the rest of your family. Your mother, a renown actress. Your brother, a retired swimmer and a rising musician. And you, a rookie model who already walked in various fashion shows.

You were annoyed that your father chose today of all days to release the news. Today was White Day, meaning that boys were throwing you sweets left and right. You hated the extra attention and hated that you had to maintain elegance through it all. It was already bad enough that tonight was some fancy party your father arranged for the purpose of publicity and networking. You would be hiding under a mask all day and night now.

You sighed at the sound of the bell ringing to notify the students that lunch time was over. You dragged yourself out of the bathroom and braced yourself before you returned to your classroom.

People had already whispered about you in the hallways but your classroom erupted into full blown gossip. You heard guys discussing the news and girls expressing their jealousy.

“I guess the princess might actually become a princess now.” one girl said rather loudly. “Look at her. Pretending not to hear all of us. She must think we’re too lowly to even converse with.”

Her friend’s eyes widened at her bold outburst and tried to shush her.

“What? I’m not saying anything that isn’t true.” the girl freed herself from her friend’s grasp and blatantly stood in front of your desk. “Tell me, Y/n, am I wrong?”

You looked up to meet her eyes with a neutral expression. You wanted nothing more than to grab the opportunity to pick a fight with her. But you knew you would face repercussions with your parents so all you could do was force a small smile.

Before the girl could say something more, your homeroom teacher entered the room. Everyone quickly dispersed and found their seats.

“Y/n? Your father’s secretary is here to pick you up. You’ll be leaving school early today.” he said.

The statement prompted more hushed whispers as your classmates speculated the reason why you were being pulled out of class. Without a word, you grabbed your backpack and left. The secretary led you out of the building and into a black car.

You pulled out your phone and earbuds to accompany you for the ride. Closing your eyes, you rested your head on the window and increased the volume of your music. Your brother had sent you the guide for the song he was working on and asked for your opinion. You had grumpily agreed, slightly irked that he only contacted you for things like this.

You hated Younghoon for leaving you alone in this family. He was your father’s pride and joy when he was a national athlete. Granted, he was miserable his whole life pursuing swimming when all he wanted to do was sing. But still, you never expected him to suddenly retire and switch careers without confronting your parents. He simply packed up and left. Without a warning or explanation, he just moved out. By himself. Without you.

Now, all the burden of maintaining the family’s image was on you. You had been pushed into the modeling industry so your father could have a pretty face to marry off later on. However, with Younghoon leaving the sports scene, your father was furious that your entire family were all entertainers without higher aspirations. It was too late for you to learn a sport so now you were to get accepted into Seoul University’s business school. Your father insisted on having at least one socially respectable child.

Your brother spent the last couple of years cutting contact with the family. He refused to attend events or partake in promotional photoshoots. The only time you could ever see him was when he came to take the annual family portrait. That was the only duty he would now fulfill as the eldest son of the Kim family.

You hated him but you also couldn’t despise him. If your affection for him were to turn sour, you’d truly be alone in this world. Yet you were still upset every time your calls went to his voicemail and he replied with a text hours later to apologize. You knew he was busy making up for lost time but it still hurt that he was able to enjoy his freedom while you remained suffocated.

“Miss, we’ve arrived.” the secretary spoke.

You opened your eyes and saw that the car pulled up in front of a beauty salon. You sighed, realizing you would have to get your hair and makeup done. So you went, sitting in front of a mirror for hours as people hovered around you to make you presentable for the reporters that would welcome you with endless camera flashes. By the time they finished, you were given a white silky dress to wear. It was as if your parents wanted to send you off to get married right away.

Keeping your complaints to yourself, you got dressed and were rushed to the party. Your parents were already inside, meaning you had to face the cameras alone. Reporters shouted questions at you; the topics ranged from your outfit to your father’s political plans to your brother’s absence. Ignoring them all, you put on your capitalistic smile and posed. You then bid them goodbye and entered the venue.

It was packed with politicians and businessmen. You walked around, looking for the protagonist of this event. Your father had organized tonight under the guise of celebrating your mother’s upcoming film but the true celebration was the release of today’s news. He was here to garner support for his political campaign and he sure had a flamboyant way of doing it.

“My daughter!” you heard your mother’s voice call out.

You turned around and saw your mother beckoning you over. You put on another smile as you approached your parents. Your father pulled you in for a light hug and introduced you to the man in front of him.

“Y/n, this is Assemblyman Lee. We’ve grown quite close this past year. Assemblyman Lee, this is the daughter I’ve been bragging to you about. She’s even prettier in person, right?” he let out a hearty laugh.

You respectfully bowed and personally introduced yourself to the assemblyman.

“Yes, she is very beautiful indeed.” Assemblyman Lee agreed, joining his laughter. He then presented the tall male next to him. “This is my son, Juyeon. I believe he is the same age as you, Y/n.”

“He plays basketball and even modeled for Seoul Fashion Week.” your father mentioned. “Perhaps you’ve seen or heard of him before?”

“I think we may have passed by each other once or twice that day.” you smiled. To be honest, it was your first time meeting him.

“Assemblyman Lee and I get along like family and we were talking about becoming an actual family once you graduate college.” your father beamed.

Those words made your stomach drop. You knew you’d never get to choose your own partner but now that it was actually happening, you froze. Reality suddenly hit you like a truck. You were never going to have control over anything in your life. You were nothing but a pawn in your father’s journey to the Blue House.

You looked over at Juyeon who looked just as uncomfortable as you. This was the man who you were probably going to spend the rest of your life with and you had no idea what he was like. For all you knew, he could end up hating your guts. You felt panic taking over and excused yourself for an urgent visit to the bathroom.

Your vision was blurred as you quickly exited the ballroom and desperately searched for a private room. All you could think about was your brother.

Younghoon.

Younghoon.

Younghoon.

You needed him. His name was the only thing your brain could think of. You needed him to tell you that everything would be okay. That he would come save you. You knew it would be a lie but you needed to hear it anyway.

Once you found an unlocked storage room, your knees buckled and you fell to the floor. With trembling hands, you dialed your brother’s number and waited for him to pick up. You called him five times but only heard the line ring. Fighting back tears, you cursed him in your head.

You spent the next half hour trying to calm yourself down. Squatting down, you rocked back and forth with your hands covering your ears to block out the noise outside. Your hyperventilation was slowing and you weren’t struck by the fear of dying anymore. By the time you settled down, you felt numb.

With a solemn expression, you stepped out of the storage room. Avoiding the crowd, you wandered around until you found a back exit. Before you opened the door, however, you realized how much you’d stand out in your current attire. You called for the secretary and asked for one of your spare school uniforms. You changed into the blouse and skirt but left out the tie and jacket. Not having sneakers to change into, you kept your heels on.

You insisted that he return to the party and not follow you. You promised you’d be home by evening and shooed him away.

Now that you were finally free, you didn’t know where to go. School was already dismissed but the sun had yet to set. Without any plans, you just started walking. As you kept walking, you found yourself in front of your school.

You laughed in disbelief. Apparently this was the only place other than home that you knew. Finding yourself pathetic, you continued to walk up the path to the building.

The soccer team was still on the field practicing. You sat on a bench, watching them run and kick the ball around. You didn’t know a thing about the sport but found it oddly soothing to mindlessly stare.

After a while, you got tired of it and got up. You let your feet decide where to go next and ended up on the rooftop. The sky was now a golden color. You didn’t remember when you last saw such a view.

At that moment, your phone rang. It was Younghoon finally returning your missed calls. You stared at the screen, debating whether to pick up or not. By his second call, you decided to answer.

“Y/n! Is something wrong? Are you okay?” he asked as soon as you clicked “accept”.

You honestly didn’t know how to reply to his question. Looking back, you wondered if you had ever been “okay” in your life. Was this living or was this just enduring?

“I’m so sorry I missed your calls. I was at the recording studio.” he apologized. “What happened?”

“Nothing.” you lied. “I just missed you. A lot.”

You heard him let out a sigh of relief. Then his guilty voice.

“I miss you too.” he paused. “Listen, I’m extremely sorry for leaving you to deal with Father. I just… I couldn’t handle it anymore. I felt like I was gonna go insane. I could put up with everything but his demand to quit music. That was the last straw. It was the only bit of freedom I ever enjoyed and I couldn’t have that taken away from me as well.”

“But what about my freedom?” you wanted to ask.

“I know I’m a terrible brother. And an even worse son.” he admitted.

Not wanting him to feel sorry, you muttered a soft “whatever”.

“Once I finish recording this song, I promise I’ll do whatever it takes to sneak you out for a sibling date.” he said.

This was the seventh time he made this promise. Either he was always too busy or you could never escape the tight schedule set for you. But like the six other times before, you pretended to believe it.

The call ended soon after and you were left alone in silence. The tranquility on the roof contrasted the storm inside your head. You had spent your entire life striving to achieve your parents’ impossible standards. You were never enough. Never smart enough. Never pretty enough. Never social enough.

Everyone at school saw you as little miss perfect. It brought you both unwanted attention and hatred. People saw you as unapproachable and snobby. Some even expressed their disgust at how fake you seemed. At the same time, there were those who wanted to use you and your connections. There was always someone who wanted something from you.

You felt trapped.

The edge of the roof seemed to call and entice you. As if in a trance, you walked over to the wall and climbed on top of it. You sat on the ledge and took in a deep breath. You stared at the sight in front of you. Most of the soccer team had left school grounds by now. You only heard scattered voices here and there. It was probably the remaining students hollering at each other across the field.

The rest of the world seemed so peaceful. It felt like you were the only one unable to escape chaos. You swung your legs, enjoying the evening breeze. You didn’t want to ever leave this spot.

Your phone vibrated, notifying you of a new message.

“You’ll be meeting Juyeon this weekend. I expect it to go better than tonight.” it read.

Your grip on the device tightened. Without giving you a break, another message from your father arrived.

“Also, your exam scores came out. Your ranking dropped to fourth place. We’ll talk at home.”

You wanted to scream. You wanted to pull your hair out and cry. Instead, you stood up and glared at the phone in your hand. Your hand was now trembling because of how tightly you were holding it.

By now, emotions were beyond you. Feeling pity for yourself was nothing but a waste of time. It didn’t fix things and it surely didn’t make you feel any better. You were just tired of it all.

Allowing yourself one last angry outburst, you threw your phone down. You didn’t watch it fall from the roof and hit the ground. It instantly broke on contact. Unbeknownst to you, the fall startled a male student passing by.

“What the heck?” Sangyeon exclaimed out loud. He had stuck around after school to watch Sunwoo’s soccer practice. They were about to head out for dinner when he remembered that he left his wallet in his locker. He had sent his friend ahead first as he ran back inside to grab it.

He took a closer look at what almost hit his head and was puzzled to see a phone. Looking for the lunatic who nearly killed him, he lifted his head to see where it came from. After his eyes adjusted to the sunlight, he gasped when he saw you standing on the ledge of the rooftop. Getting a bad feeling, he found himself running up the steps. The whole time, “please don’t die” raced through his head.

By the time he made it up to the roof, he was sweaty and out of breath. He wanted to collapse in exhaustion but his eyes widened as you began to inch towards the edge. His body reacted before his mind and he ran to pull you off.

The sudden grip on your wrist spun you around and you fell in what felt like slow motion. You landed on the boy’s chest that was breathing hard. You could hear his heart pump like crazy and his eyes were still closed in fright.

Realizing what just happened, you quickly got off him and dusted yourself off.

“What was that for?” you asked in a hostile tone.

Finally catching his breath, he opened his eyes and jumped up. His eyes almost bulged when he recognized your face.

“Are you crazy?” he yelled, pretending not to know who you were.

“You’re the crazy one butting into other people’s business.” you frowned.

For someone who was about to jump off a building, you looked eerily calm. Sangyeon searched for any signs of distress in your eyes but could only spot annoyance. Still, his gut told him that something was wrong. The empty look on your face scared him.

“Well while we’re in the middle of crazy anyway, why don’t you tell me what pushed you this far?” he bravely inquired. “Bottling everything inside alone will only make things worse. It’s better to just spill everything to a complete stranger you won’t ever see again.”

It was out of character for him to be so nosy but he strangely felt a strong desire to help you. As for you, you normally would have walked away from this situation minutes ago. Yet you still stood in front of this odd boy who demanded to be your impromptu diary.

He intrigued you. He was knocking at the stone wall you put up years ago. He seemed so bright and innocent. It bothered you.

Despite your irritation, something about his eyes made yours water. The way his eyes softened as he looked at you made you feel vulnerable. It seemed as if he could read you like an open book. It brought a wave of emotions you had suppressed for so long.

He stepped closer and offered you a comforting pat on the shoulder. The second his hand made contact, your tears finally escaped and ran down your face. You hadn’t felt the warmth of another human since you last saw your brother. The sudden consolation broke you. Then, like the domino effect, your sobs turned into bawling as your facade crumbled at last.

Sangyeon was shocked to say the least. He never would have thought the Y/n would be crying in his arms. In fact, he never expected to ever cross paths with you. He had only ever heard of you through other students’ gossip. They painted you out to be cold-hearted but the sight in front of him said otherwise.

Hesitantly, he pulled you in for a hug. Recalling how his mom used to comfort him, he tried to soothe you by slowly patting your back. The two of you stayed like that until your cries eventually faded out. Embarrassment belatedly hit you and awkward silence hung in the air. You felt like you owed him an explanation but you couldn’t even pinpoint the exact reason for your actions.

“Thank you.” you muttered softly while sniffling.

Sangyeon smiled in response and rummaged through his pocket to find something. He pulled out a lollipop and handed it to you.

“Even being sad takes energy. You should recharge your blood sugar.” he said as he placed it in your own pocket when you didn’t move to accept it. “Let it all out from time to time. It’s not healthy to always keep negativity inside you.”

You dwelled on his words for a moment. No one had ever told you that before. Everyone was always telling you to tolerate things. You weren’t allowed to disagree with your parents. You had to accept and deal with Younghoon’s departure without expressing how upset you were. You were expected to quietly receive criticism and never retaliate. You figured it was only a matter of time before the pressure eventually set off the bomb inside you. Like today.

Up until now, you thought the only solution for the explosion would be to just end it all. It never occurred to you that you could begin to disobey everything you were taught.

“Thank you.” you repeated. With that, you got up to leave.

“W-Wait!” he called out, causing you to pause. “Where are you going?”

“To eat dinner. You said it takes energy to be sad, right?” you smiled.

Sangyeon didn’t expect to see you again the next day. Cramming last minute for a test, he opted to skip lunch and study at the library instead. After he settled down, he looked up to see across the table. He had to fight the urge to gape.

Feeling someone’s gaze on you, you lifted your head to see the boy in front of you. Recognizing his face, you quickly shut your book closed and got up to leave. He was left flabbergasted at your blatant avoidance of him.

Meanwhile, you were cursing in your head. You chastised yourself for not realizing that he also went to your school. Stupidly, you hadn’t made the connection the day before on the rooftop. Of course he was only there at that hour because he was a student there. Now you were extremely humiliated. And afraid that rumors would spread.

“Hey, wait up!” he called out as he chased after you, earning him a stern glare from the librarian. You didn’t listen and only quickened your pace.

Unfortunately for you, his long legs easily caught up with you. He gently grabbed your wrist to stop you from running away. You scowled when you realized he wouldn’t just ignore you.

“Why are you pretending that you don’t know me?” he asked, crossing his arms.

“I don’t know who you are,” you deadpanned. Your words rendered him speechless and after a few seconds of silence, you turned around to leave.

“Well, my name is Sangyeon,” he persisted, pointing at his name tag.

He spent the next couple of weeks following you around. At first, you found him annoying. He reminded you of your lowest point in life. But slowly, he wormed his way into your heart and established a place for himself there.

He would greet you each morning with a cheeky smile and a carton of banana milk. To be honest, you didn’t even like banana milk. Yet, you found yourself looking forward to it every day.

Eventually, you two formed an unbreakable bond. He was your only friend and all your free time was spent with him. Every time you felt suffocated by your parents, you reached out to Sangyeon for comfort. You never disclosed anything to him but his presence alone cheered you up. He made you focus on him and forget about everything else. You should’ve known that it was inevitable for you to fall for him.

He was that upperclassman that all the younger female students fawned over. You hated to admit it but you were also among the many who thought he was charming. You felt a pang of jealousy whenever you saw other girls swoon over him as he passed by.

Gradually, your personality began to shift into becoming more lively. You were grateful to have him show you the little things in life. You grew to like yourself and the world a little more.

Present:

You stared at the house in front of you. Twelve years ago, you left this house and town to attend school in Seoul. Seven years ago, you left Korea to move to California. Now, you were back as an adult. It felt strange.

Feeling the winter breeze chill your bones, you shuddered at the cold temperature and hurried inside. You were surprised at how neat the place was; you assumed that someone had been sent to save you from the hassle of cleaning.

Trudging up the stairs, you struggled with your large suitcase. You found your old childhood bedroom and roughly unpacked. Having only less than twelve hours until your new housemates moved in, you felt rushed to get the house ready to meet them. You decided to just wash up and sleep tonight and wake up early in the morning to go grocery shopping.

So you slipped into unconsciousness and spent a relatively quiet night. It wasn’t until morning that you were awoken by a dream. It was the same dream that haunted you for the past seven years. Ever since the accident, the same recurring scene appeared to you in your sleep. To be honest, the exact events were fuzzy but it always left you with the same nostalgic and longing feelings. It bothered you how uneasy it made you feel.

You groaned, noting that your alarm clock hadn’t even rung yet. With a loud sigh, you got up and got dressed. With over a decade between your last visit and the present, you relied on the GPS to navigate your way around the unfamiliar neighborhood.

As you walked around the quiet streets, you took the time to enjoy the scenery. You came back to this town to escape the city life but appreciated that it wasn’t entirely in the middle of nowhere.

Luckily, there was a supermarket nearby. There, you picked out a bunch of ingredients you figured would be used often. You didn’t cook much but wanted to change that.

The trip took longer than expected and you picked up your speed to make it back home before your housemates arrived. You let out a breath of relief when you returned and saw that no one was stuck outside waiting. Humming to a song you didn’t remember the title of, your steps were light as you put away the groceries. When you finished, you took a proper look at the house and were displeased at how bare it was. You made a mental note to buy decorations later to fill your new place with signs of human habitation.

At that moment, the bell rang. Suddenly feeling a bit nervous, you ran to the door. When you opened it, you were greeted by four males who seemed surprised at your appearance.

“Hello! Are you the tenants moving in today?” you asked.

“Yes, I believe we spoke with your… brother? On the phone,” one answered.

“It was probably my father’s secretary that you’ve been in contact with,” you said as you opened the door wider to let them inside. “Please, come in.”

They followed you into the house and dragged their luggage behind them. Once they were all inside, you extended your hand towards them.

“My name is Y/n and I will be the one living here with you all,” you introduced.

“My name is Jacob! I hope we get along well,” the one who first spoke grinned as he shook your hand.

You went down the line, greeting and shaking hands with Changmin and Jaehyun. By the time you got to the last person, however, your hand was left hanging. He stared at you with an expression you couldn’t decipher.

“I’m Sangyeon. Lee Sangyeon,” he finally said, taking your hand.

“Nice to meet you, Sangyeon,” you smiled.

You offered them a tour of the house and showed them their respective rooms. While they unpacked, you offered to order food. It was approaching noon and you still hadn’t eaten breakfast. They declined at first but gave in when you insisted on treating them.

By the time the food was delivered, the five of you gathered in the kitchen. You were pouring water for everyone and Jacob began to take out the bowls.

“Jajangmyun is fitting for today, right?” you commented on the Korean tradition of eating Chinese food on moving days.

After everyone was seated, you gestured for them to dig in and began eating. You let out a sigh of happiness at the taste you had missed in the United States. Korean food there just wasn’t the same as Korean food back at home.

“So, Y/n, how did you end up in this town?” Sangyeon asked. Something about his eyes felt intimate yet you still couldn’t pinpoint the reason why.

“I actually just arrived in Korea last night,” you chuckled. “I’ve been living abroad for a while.”

“Abroad? Really?” Jacob perked. “I used to live overseas as well! Toronto, to be exact.”

“I stayed in California for the most part,” you clarified.

“Oh really? California? Los Angeles?” Changmin asked in English. You giggled at his slight accent, finding it cute.

“Yes, I lived in L.A. for 7 years,” you said in English, laughing when Jaehyun’s eyes widened at your pronunciation.

While the four of you chatted, Sangyeon stayed quiet. He watched as Jaehyun asked you about life in America and Changmin told you about the time he visited New York City. He felt a twinge of jealousy when Jacob conversed with you in English.

“It’s definitely Y/n. It has to be. She looks exactly like her and has the same name. But why is she acting like she doesn’t know me? There’s no way she doesn’t remember me,” Sangyeon thought.

The next morning, you woke up early again due to jet lag. Throwing a robe over your pajamas, you headed downstairs to start making breakfast. You rummaged through the fridge, pondering on what to cook. Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t notice someone else enter the kitchen.

“Good morning,” he said, startling you.

With a slight jump, you turned around to see Sangyeon. Embarrassed, you cleared your throat and exchanged greetings with him. He spotted the gleam of a necklace hidden under your robe and furrowed his brows.

“That’s the necklace I got her. It’s Y/n for sure,” he thought.

Again, you felt his piercing gaze on you. Still unable to understand why he kept staring at you, you awkwardly turned back around. Sangyeon walked towards the kettle to make himself a cup of tea, still conscious of your presence. With that, he went back up to his room, leaving you alone once again.

Eyeing the bag of sliced bread, you decided to just settle for toast. After the simple meal, you went back to your room to get ready. It was the weekend and you planned on shopping for little trinkets to furnish the house with.

When you came back, you found your new cohabitants watching TV in the living room. You politely refused their help with the bags, setting them down on the table. You pulled out a few small photo frames and held them out to show them.

“Aren’t these adorable?” you beamed. “I was thinking of decorating the place with photos. You know, to add some warmth and humanity. Feel free to take a couple and add your own pictures.”

You placed a handful of the frames in front of them, encouraging them to take some. After excusing yourself for a second, you quickly ran up to your room to grab the printed photos on your desk. When you rejoined the group in the living room, you began to insert them into the picture frames.

“Is this from your high school entrance day?” Jaehyun asked, holding a photograph up.

“Yup,” you nodded. “To be honest, though, I don’t really remember much from high school.”

Changmin, finding a photo of you in front of the Hollywood sign, asked if it was taken during your college years.

“Ah, yes that’s when I first began my life in America. I was both anxious and eager to leave Korea behind,” you said, unaware of Sangyeon's wince at your words.

“Oh… Would it be okay for me to ask why?” Jacob asked.

“Of course. It’s all in the past,” you laughed. “I had some bad memories in Seoul and left abruptly at the end of my last year of high school. That was when I moved to L.A. to start anew.”

Sangyeon recalled the day you disappeared. He had texted you, asking to meet at the playground. After finding out about a misunderstanding you had, he wanted to resolve it as soon as possible. He waited there for hours but you never showed. You missed school for a week before your teacher suddenly announced that you would not be returning.

And that was the end of his friendship with you. You left without a warning or farewell. Now, you stood in front of him again. After seven years, he was reunited with you as an adult. He was both excited and confused. When he first saw you at the door, he wanted to blurt your name out and catch up on all the missed time. But when you introduced yourself to him as if it was your first meeting, he found himself doing the same.

At every encounter, you acted as if he was a stranger. At first, he thought you forgot about him and it hurt. But now, he supposed that you just wanted to forget about him. When you mentioned that you had bad memories of Seoul and that you were glad to start fresh in Los Angeles, he realized that he was nothing but a painful past to you.

So he put on a poker face and went along with your little act. For a month, he kept his distance from you and made sure to stay within the strict boundaries of a landlord and a tenant. While his friends grew close to you, he remained reserved.

“Why are you so cold to Y/n?” Changmin once asked him. Sangyeon never answered the question and continued to keep his facade up.

Meanwhile, you were clueless as to why Sangyeon was so standoffish. You had asked his friends, who were a lot more pleasant, if he was normally inhospitable to new people. At their unnatural attempts to change the subject, you figured it was just you that he disliked.

Still, Sangyeon couldn’t hide his innate desire to take care of you in his own ways. Every time your favorite snack ran low in the pantry, he would stack up on it next time he went to the mart. Knowing you hated the cold, he would make sure to keep the house temperature high—even when Jaehyun went to lower it, complaining that he was hot. When you fell asleep on the couch, he would cover you with the blanket you kicked to the floor.

The boy in front of you was extremely close as he reached behind your shoulders to put the necklace on for you. You held your breath and felt your heart race.

“There,” he grinned proudly. “How pretty.”

“Me or the necklace?” you asked, half joking and half serious. He shrugged, prompting you to playfully punch his arm.

“Now you’re forever indebted to me, Y/n. That’s a one of a kind necklace you can’t find anywhere else. Be honored I made it for you,” he declared. You rolled your eyes at his arrogance but still smiled nonetheless.

“Since I gave you this, you can’t ever forget me, okay?” he made you promise.

Your eyes opened, waking you up from your dream. Finding it odd how vivid it was, you frowned and sat up. You wondered if it was a part of your missing memory.

The view outside your window revealed a white wonderland, reminding you that the weather forecast predicted a snowstorm today. You groaned, remembering that today was also the day that you would be alone with Sangyeon. Jacob was on a business trip whereas Changmin and Jaehyun went to their hometowns to visit their parents.

“The snow just has to lock us inside this house today of all days,” you mumbled as you snuggled back into your blanket.

You closed your eyes, wanting to sleep a little more. After half an hour of trying to fall back asleep, you gave up with an exasperated sigh. You changed into a sweatshirt and went downstairs to make yourself some hot chocolate.

To your surprise, Sangyeon was already in the kitchen with a cup of hot chocolate. You both froze, not knowing how to interact without at least one of the other three guys.

“Here, you can have this one. I’ll make myself another one,” he finally spoke, handing you the cup topped with marshmallows.

You muttered a word of thanks as you wrapped your hands around the warm drink. Looking at the window, you saw that the snow was piling up a lot already. In an attempt to break through the walls Sangyeon had built around you, you mustered up the courage to ask if he wanted to watch a movie together. Taken aback, he nodded before he even fully processed your question.

That’s how the two of you ended up on the coach with a randomly chosen film playing on the TV screen. The movie was better than you thought it’d be. The subtle love line brought a comedic relief in such an action-packed plot. You enjoyed it until the main character ended up with amnesia; it made you uncomfortable as it reminded you of your own accident. Noticing that you weren’t focusing on the movie anymore, Sangyeon paused it and asked if you wanted to stop watching.

Not wanting to ruin the mood, you shook your head. He stared at you for a bit before turning it off. Although you were relieved, you felt bad because he seemed to be enjoying the film.

Trying to make up for it, you offered to make lunch. At his reluctance, you insisted since you both had to eat and delivery would take a long time. He followed you into the kitchen, watching as you surfed the internet for recipes.

You managed to keep the conversation flowing as you cooked. You asked about his job and he asked about your experience as a college student in another country. You were happy that he was finally opening up to you. By the end of the meal, you felt comfortable enough to share a little more about yourself.

“To be honest, I was very hesitant about coming back to Korea. When I left seven years ago, I left behind a lot,” you began.

“Yeah, you left me behind,” Sangyeon wanted to say. Instead, he kept his thoughts to himself.

“I mentioned before that I don’t remember much of my high school years. The only memories I have of back then are whatever my parents told me. Which isn’t much. They were always too busy to know what went on in my life,” you stated.

Trying to piece the information together, he carefully asked what you meant by that.

“I got into a car accident seven years ago,” you sheepishly revealed, making his eyes widen. “Apparently I was in a coma for about a week. When I woke up, I was told that I was suffering from amnesia. I was hospitalized for another few weeks to recover and then sent to California to be with my cousin, Eric. There, I went through physical therapy and attended university. I was hoping to leave behind my trauma in Korea.”

“O-Oh, I didn’t know you went through all that,” he stammered, embarrassed.

“I feel like there’s a part of my life that I’m missing and I hate it,” you confessed. “I get these dreams sometimes and I think it might be my missing memories but I’m not too sure.”

The two of you fell into silence. Sangyeon despised himself for not knowing what happened. He had been too busy pitying himself to stop and think from your perspective. He didn’t deserve to have you remember him. He figured it was best that you forgot him. There was no point in disclosing everything now anyway.

After that day, you thought you had gotten closer to Sangyeon. Contrary to your expectations, however, you grew even more distant. At first, you thought you were overthinking. But as the week went on, it became obvious that he was indeed avoiding you.

Eventually, Jacob confronted him about it. He trapped his best friend and demanded an explanation.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Sangyeon lied with a straight face. Sighing, Jacob let it go. He knew that he couldn’t force anything out of him.

Despite Sangyeon’s efforts to keep away from you, he still continued to quietly do little things for you. Luckily for him, you didn’t notice. You didn’t think twice about the pot of coffee that was always prepared every morning or your shoes that were neatly put away after you left them scattered at the entrance.

You didn’t know why you felt so disappointed. You didn’t realize that you had grown attached to him as time passed by. Something about him felt familiar and comfortable. Yet, at the same time, he felt like a challenge. He was aloof but occasionally had moments that showed his soft side. He intrigued you.

“Y/n, you can’t keep associating yourself with that boy. Imagine how shocked we were when we heard those rumors about you two dating! You know your father has plans for you and Juyeon,” your mother chided.

“It’s the 21st century! I am not getting into an arranged marriage. Especially not just for the sake of father’s political ambitions,” you yelled.

A slap was delivered to your face. The sound was loud and you felt your cheek throb in pain. Bewildered, you glared at the woman in front of you. Deeming your action as disrespectful, your mother slapped you once again.

“You don’t even deserve to be called a mother,” you spat.

With that, you stormed out of the house. The boy your mother demanded you to stay away from wasn’t even your boyfriend. You had hoped that he would be one day but that hope dissipated when you saw another girl in his arms earlier that day. Tears blinded your vision as you fumbled for your phone. You called Eric, praying that he would pick up despite the time difference. To your relief, he did and his voice caused you to sob.

“Y/n? Y/n, what’s wrong?” Eric asked, concerned.

You barely managed to tell him what was going on in between your cries. He tried to calm you down but it was futile. You weren’t listening. You were too busy running away. Too busy to notice the car that was speeding towards you.

You woke up gasping for air. Your heart was beating fast as you checked your surroundings. Once you realized that you were in your room and not on the streets, you relaxed.

“Was that just a dream? Or a flashback?” you murmured. You brushed it off, blaming your return to Korea for these weird dreams.

Eric was landing in Korea today and you were thrilled. You missed him greatly and couldn’t wait to see him again. You glanced at the clock to check the time. You had to leave soon to greet him at the airport. Quickly getting dressed, you hummed in excitement.

On your way down, you heard the doorbell ring. You cocked your head, wondering if one of the guys had invited a guest. You shouted out that you’d get the door and ran to open it.

“Surprise!” Eric yelled, holding a bouquet of flowers.

It took you a moment to process the scene in front of you. You blinked a few times before you squealed and jumped into his arms. He laughed, dropping the flowers to hold onto you. The noise brought your housemates downstairs with curiosity. You quickly introduced everyone to each other and pulled your cousin inside once they finished exchanging greetings.

“I thought your plane was landing in an hour!” you exclaimed.

“I told you the wrong time so I could come surprise you instead,” he winked.

You didn’t notice Eric staring Sangyeon down but Sangyeon definitely did. He tried to ignore it, assuming that your cousin just wasn’t happy with the fact that you were living with four males.

You spent the rest of the day catching up with Eric and exploring your neighborhood together. You showed him your favorite cafe and feasted on the waffles there. He filled you in on how his parents—your aunt and uncle—were doing. They drilled him to make sure he told you how much they missed you, making you giggle. As proof of his completed mission, he took a selfie with you to send to them.

“I miss them too,” you pouted. “I better video call them soon. It’s hard trying to match the time zone and their work schedule.”

“Or,” he dragged out the word expectantly. “You could just move back to L.A.”

“Eric, you know why I came back. And what it took for me to do so.”

“I know, I know. But I honestly don’t know how I feel about you trying to retrieve your memory. Maybe some things are better left forgotten?”

“For the past seven years, something in the corner of my brain has been irking me. I know I’m forgetting something important. I feel it.”

He sighed and put his hands up as a sign of defeat.

“Just remember that if you don’t find what you’re looking for or if you aren’t happy with what you find, you can always go back to join me in L.A.” he said softly.

It was a hard secret to keep from you for almost a decade. In exchange for calling off your arranged marriage, your parents made him promise to never tell you about what happened the day of the accident. You moving to Los Angeles was the solution your parents came up with to keep you away from that past.

Seeing Sangyeon at your house gave him a bad feeling. He didn’t know what he told you and was scared that it was only a matter of time before your memories returned after seeing him so often.

Before Eric left for Seoul, he pulled Sangyeon aside to give him a warning.

“I don’t know why you’re lingering around my cousin but I know who you are,” Eric glared. “I obviously don’t know the whole story of what happened back when you two were in high school but I don’t quite like you. If you’re simply here for a place to live, keep it that way. Don’t put anything in Y/n’s head. She doesn’t need to remember what you did to her.”

“What I did to her?” Sangyeon repeated, confused. “But I didn’t- wait, are you talking about-”

“You know what I’m talking about,” Eric interrupted. “You led her on and then hugged another girl right in front of her.”

“The girl she saw me with wasn’t my girlfriend. She suddenly came up to me and confessed. That hug was initiated by her and was one sided. I found out about that misunderstanding and was trying to clear it up the day she disappeared.”

“Does it matter anymore after all these years?” Eric sighed. “Listen, you have no idea what Y/n went through back then and what was sacrificed to let her live the way she wanted to.”

“If there’s something you want to tell me, don’t beat around the bush,” Sangyeon frowned. Eric let out an exasperated sigh, conflicted. He wasn’t sure if it was his place to reveal details to him but he felt that it was necessary.

“That day. Y/n’s parents found out about how you two had a thing. There were rumors going around and it reached their ears. I don’t know if Y/n ever told you but they already had a guy in mind for her. Some stupid politics shit. Obviously, she said that was ridiculous but what power does a teenager have over their parents? She was fighting so hard for you but it was all in vain. You broke her heart.”

Sangyeon’s face crumbled at his words. You had never told him about the struggles you had in your home but he should have caught on from the day he first met you.

“That accident took away her memory. For better or for worse. She forgot all about the guy her parents pushed her towards and she forgot about the pain you caused her. And to be quite frank, I want it to stay that way. She came back to Korea to recover her memories but she deserves peace and happiness. She doesn’t need any more dramatic twists in her life. If you still truly care for her, you would agree,” your cousin said before he left.

A figure stood in front of you. You couldn’t see the face but there was a sense of familiarity. It was the same boy from your previous dreams.

“How could you not remember me, Y/n?” he asked.

You wanted to hold his hand and try to recall who he was. You wanted to hug him and tell him that you didn’t intentionally forget him. But your body would not move according to your will.

You awoke to a pounding head and sore throat. Feeling your nose run, you reached out for a tissue. You moaned in pain, realizing you had a bodyache as well. You couldn’t bear to get up and pulled the blanket closer to your body to keep warm. Closing your eyes, you allowed yourself to fall back asleep.

Downstairs, the guys were eating lunch together. Jaehyun looked at his watch and verbally noted that you still hadn’t woken up.

“Do you think we should wake her up to eat?” Changmin asked, to which Jacob shook his head, saying that they should leave you to rest.

“I wonder if she’s sick? I heard her coughing in the middle of the night when I got up to go to the bathroom,” Jaehyun said.

On the outside, Sangyeon pretended not to care. On the inside, however, he was extremely worried. You always got sick at least twice each winter. After quickly finishing his meal, he grabbed his coat and headed out to the pharmacy. He asked for any and every medicine to help with colds and kept the bag in his pocket when he came back.

He stopped in front of your door with his hand hovering mid-knock. He decided against knocking and left the bag of medicines hanging on your handle.

When evening came around, Jacob went up to your room with a bowl of porridge. Seeing the bag still on the door, he knocked and entered with it.

“So you are sick,” he commented when he saw your disheveled image.

“Jacob, you are an angel,” you gasped at the sight of the food.

“Actually, the medicine isn’t from me. I think that might have been Jaehyun. It was left on your door handle,” he said as he set the tray down on your desk.

You thanked him for the porridge and made a mental note to thank Jaehyun later. Too tired to do anything else, you took the medicine and fell into another deep sleep.

The next day, you felt better enough to get out of bed. Wrapping a blanket around your shoulders, you trudged downstairs. You saw Jaehyun in the kitchen pouring himself a cup of coffee and said good morning.

“Oh! I didn’t get the chance to tell you yesterday but thanks for the medicine,” you smiled.

“Huh? What medicine?” he tilted his head in confusion.

“You weren’t the one who left medicine for me outside my door?” you blinked. He shook his head and you assumed that it had been Changmin.

However, when you asked Changmin about it, he was clueless as well. It left you with only one other possibility and your heart skipped a beat at the thought. Wanting to express your gratitude, you went out and bought ingredients to make him some kimbap. You spent the rest of the morning working hard in the kitchen, persevering through multiple mistakes.

You groaned the third time the kimbap popped while you tried to roll it. You considered giving up for a brief moment but shook your head. With a determined sigh, you pulled out another sheet of dried seaweed and began your fourth attempt.

Finally, you managed to decently succeed. You grinned in triumph at your slightly deformed roll. After cleaning up the mess you made, you looked out the window to see Sangyeon reading in the yard with a beanie on and a scarf wrapped around his neck. Hoping to keep him warm, you poured a cup of hot coffee and walked towards him with the food nicely plated.

“Hey Sangyeon,” you said as you held out the plate. “I made you some kimbap for you to munch on as you read.”

“No thanks,” he said coldly. You blinked, not expecting such an answer.

“O-Oh… do you not like kimbap?” you awkwardly laughed. “Here, have some coffee then.”

“It’s okay. You don’t need to mind me,” he closed his book and stood up to leave. You frowned at his rudeness, ticked off.

“You could at least take the coffee if you don’t want the food,” you said, making him pause. “Or at the very least politely decline considering the effort I put in.”

“I never asked you to put in any effort towards me.”

You scoffed and put the cup and plate down to fold your arms. His harsh words were so different from his kind actions. It constantly felt like he was trying so hard to push you out and you didn’t understand why.

“Then what’s with the medicine you left for me yesterday?” you confronted him. He froze, not knowing how he got caught. He then noticed that you came outside with no outerwear, making him sigh. Trying to avoid an argument, he silently took his scarf off and put it on you before turning around to leave.

“What the hell, Lee Sangyeon?” you blurted. You placed yourself in front of him to stop him from leaving.

“What is with you? Literally one day you’re taking care of me behind my back and the next you’re avoiding me like the plague. Is this your tsundere concept or what?” you huffed.

You waited for him to say something back but he kept his lips pursed. Exasperated, you ripped the scarf off and stormed back inside.

Sangyeon cursed at himself in his mind. He could’ve handled that a lot better. Sighing, he bent down to pick up the scarf thrown on the ground. At a closer glance, he saw your necklace buried in the fabric. He held it up and stared at the jewelry in his palm. With a conflicted expression, his grip tightened around it, enclosing it in his fist.

You decided that you were over Sangyeon once and for all. You didn’t care how tired he came home looking every night or if was eating properly. You officially gave up on getting closer to him. If he wanted to push you away with his stupid tsundere ways, then that was his problem and not yours.

Grumbling, you climbed into bed to comfort yourself by watching Netflix. You very much rather preferred having your mind occupied with fictional characters than your own issues.

By the time evening rolled around, you grabbed your clothes and headed to the bathroom to shower. Your hands reached up to your neck to take your necklace off but were met with bare skin. Your eyes widened as you looked in the mirror, realizing that the necklace was gone.

You didn’t remember when or where you got it but you always had a feeling that it was important to you. You felt anxious without it.

You rushed to the kitchen to find it. Changmin was staring at you, perplexed, as you crawled across the floor to check every nook and cranny.

“Are you looking for something?” he asked.

“My necklace,” you tensed. “I can’t find it anywhere. Have you seen it here?”

He shook his head as he apologized, saying he hadn’t. Fretting, you checked the living room hoping it was hidden somewhere on the couch. When it still didn’t turn up, you ran outside to check the yard.

At that moment, Jacob and Sangyeon came down and saw Changmin looking out the window. Curious to see what he was watching, they followed his gaze to see you examining the grass.

“What’s Y/n doing?” Jacob asked.

“I think she lost her necklace,” Changmin answered as he took another bite of his apple. “It must be really important to her. She’s been searching for a while now.”

“I hope she finds it soon. It’s cold out at night,” Jacob said with a concerned look on his face.

Sangyeon stiffened, feeling the necklace in his pocket. He brushed it off, thinking you would give up soon. After pouring himself a cup of tea, he returned to his room. The sky rumbled, warning of incoming rain.

“I’m sure she’ll come back in now,” he mumbled.

Half an hour passed as Sangyeon continued reading his book. It was now pouring outside and the raindrops tapped violently against the windows. He reached out for his tea, only to notice be met with an empty cup. He placed the book down and went to the kitchen for a refill.

He was shocked to see you still in the yard, crouched down with a flashlight. Anger bubbled up inside him and he found himself grabbing an umbrella and joining you outside. Holding your wrist, he lifted you up to face him. The rain ceaselessly attacked the umbrella over your heads and his heart broke at the sight of you. You were drenched and your hair stuck to the sides of your face.

“Let go of me. I need to find something,” you freed yourself from his grasp and went back to shifting through the grass.

“It’s late and it’s raining. You can look for it later,” he said as he pulled you back up.

“No, I have to find it now,” you insisted.

“Y/n, you’re sick!” he exploded. “What’s more important than your health right now?”

“My necklace!” you yelled back. “I can’t remember who gave it to me but I know it was a gift. I can’t lose it. I just know that it’s from someone important. It’s the missing memory I came back to Korea to find!”

His chest clenched as your tears blended in with the rain. He never thought that the necklace would mean so much to you. Hesitantly, he pulled it out from his pocket and handed it to you.

“I’m the one who gave it to you, Y/n,” he sighed, closing his eyes. “Seven years ago, I was the one who made this necklace and gave it to you. This isn’t what I meant when I said that you were indebted to me.”

Puzzled, you stared at the chain hanging from your clasp. You were beyond confused. If you had known Sangyeon, why did he never act like it? Then, the pieces started to come together and his behavior started to make sense. Those eyes that seemed to recognize you from day one. The endless supply of the snacks you never expressed your love for in front of the guys. The dreams that you suddenly understood now.

“You knew who I was the entire time… and you didn’t say anything?” your voice cracked. “You knew I was out here looking for the necklace that you had and you still didn’t say anything?”

“I-”

“Forget it,” you cut him off. You shoved the umbrella away from you and slowly walked towards the house.

“Now you’re forever indebted to me, Y/n. That’s a one of a kind necklace you can’t find anywhere else. Be honored I made it for you.”

You winced at the sudden flashback.

“Y/n, you can’t keep associating yourself with that boy.”

You shook your head as if the memories would shake out of your mind.

“You don’t even deserve to be called a mother.”

You stumbled, causing you to flinch. Sangyeon ran to hold onto you and caught you just in time before your knees went weak. You felt your lungs tighten as the world spun around you and his voice became muffled. Then, everything went black.

“We gave her a fever reducer so her temperature should be coming down soon,” the doctor said as he looked through your patient chart. “She can be discharged once she wakes up and finishes the IV treatment. As long as she rests well at home, she’ll be okay.”

Sangyeon profusely thanked the doctor before he felt to continue his rounds. Sitting down next to you, he sighed. This wasn’t what he intended at all. All he ever wanted was for you to be happy. Back then and even now, his priority had always been you. Even if it meant giving up his own desires. Even if it meant giving you up.

It was taking longer than expected for you to awaken. Sangyeon began to worry but the nurses assured him that there was no problem. He restlessly paced around your bed, praying that you were okay.

When you finally came to, it took you a moment to register your surroundings. In what felt like a long sleep, all of your lost memories came flooding back. Still overwhelmed by the sudden anamnesis, you grasped for the only thing that brought you a sense of familiarity and comfort—Sangyeon’s hand.

“Don’t leave me,” you croaked.

“I won’t. I promise I won’t let you go again,” he whispered, holding your hand tighter.

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[renaerys]

37. For Blossutch 👀 can’t wait to binge read all of these lol -Star

37. “If you want to act like a slut, you can dress like one.”

T-posing for feminism.

This fic is part of a prompt challenge that is now closed to new requests, but you can read all the completed submissions here. Reminder that the challenge is to make everything SFW, so we’re getting creative here.

xxx

Dane Blakely was 140 pounds of protein powder in a five and a half foot body, and still he seemed to tower over anyone in his way. He’d cornered So-eun Park on her way to second period because he could not take a hint, and now there was no getting around him.

“I saw you with that loser at the Shankaplex on Saturday, don’t even try to deny it,” Dane said.

So-eun had her back to the lockers, but she held her ground. “Elmer’s not a loser, and it’s none of your business who I go out with.”

Rookie mistake dating the first guy who asked her out when she transferred to Townsville High School at the beginning of the year. So-eun had corrected that poor decision quickly, but Dane was one of those unfortunate guys whose parents had forbidden the word no in their house when he was a child.

“I’m just saying your standards have gone way down.”

“Oh my god, I’m not having this conversation with you.” She went around him, and he didn’t stop her.

“Yeah, fine. If you want to act like a slut, you can dress like one.”

There were not many people around to hear, and Dane didn’t shout it, but she suddenly felt a hundred invisible eyes on her all the same. Unthinking, she gripped the collar of her sweater dress and flushed. Her first instinct was to check the length of her skirt, and she flushed even harder, ashamed of her own weakness.

Her second instinct was to jump out of the way of class superstar Blossom Utonium, who’d been making her way down the hall with fire in her eyes.

“What did you just say?” Blossom confronted Dane, who immediately backed up…

…right into a T-posing Butch Jojo.

“Dude, what the fuck?” Dane whirled on Butch.

“The lady asked you a question, dude,” Butch said, still T-posing and taking up half the hallway.

So-eun was not the only person to wander over, curious about the confrontation unfolding at the Senior locker bank. From the moment So-eun stepped foot in these halls, she’d learned about the Powerpuff Girls, aka literal Superheroes walking among the mortals. Blossom and her Super sisters were known for interfering in fights and disagreements that got out of hand, since no one was going to go against a girl who could shatter your spine with a flick of her fingers. But Butch and his brothers tended to avoid getting involved in high school drama. So-eun had never even seen him more than twice since the school year started, and only then from afar. It was a big school, and he probably skipped more often than not. Not that she would know; she’d never exchanged more than a passing word with either of the Supers.

“All right, seriously. Get out of my way,” Dane said.

“Butch, don’t you dare. Not until he apologizes to So-eun.”

So-eun startled at all the attention on her. She didn’t think Blossom even knew her name. She was just the newest nobody on campus, one of a thousand students in the Senior class alone.

Dane seemed just as startled, and his gaze flickered to So-eun just staring openly over Blossom’s shoulder.

“Hey, I’m talking to you,” Blossom said. She had the audacity to snap her fingers in his face.

To Dane’s limited credit, it was easy to forget what Blossom was capable of when she came in such a pretty pink package and a mountain of red hair. “Take a number.”

He tried to get past Blossom this time, and she T-posed to match Butch behind him. The sight was so absurd that So-eun had to cover her mouth not to laugh at Dane whirling in between them like a confused dog confronted with stair guards on all sides.

“What is this?!”

“This is the part where you apologize for slut shaming So-eun,” Blossom said.

“Wow, that’s weak, bro,” Butch said.

“I didn’t!”

“Did that sound like an apology to you, Butch?”

“I think the fuck not.”

More students had gathered around to witness the bizarre turn of events, including Elmer. He casually slipped his hand into So-eun’s. “What’s going on?”

So-eun shook her head. “I think it might be justice.”

“I’m gonna be late for class, just—move!” Dane tried to duck under Butch’s arm, but he bent at the waist (still T-posing) and Dane only succeeded in smacking his head against Butch’s rock-hard tricep. He swore and ping-ponged back into Blossom, bounced off of her knee, and ended up on his ass on the floor.

“Butch, he’s fallen to the floor,” Blossom said.

“Should we help him up?”

“Unfortunately, we’re contractually unable to help unrepentant slut shamers.”

“So unfortunate!”

Dane, now red in the face and breathing hard from the stress, scrambled to his feet by himself. He frothed at the mouth. If Butch were anyone else, So-eun was one hundred percent sure he would have punched him. “Fuck you both.”

“Hey Blossom, is fuck you both Spanish for I’m sorry, you think?”

“I’m afraid it simply isn’t!”

“What a shame!”

The late bell rang, and Blossom didn’t so much as waver from her T-pose. She didn’t care that she’d be marked as tardy. She was not leaving until Dane apologized, and no one else was leaving until she did. Dane seemed to come to the same conclusion as So-eun.

“All right, Jesus Christ. I’m sorry, okay? Fuck.”

“I’m sorry for what?” Blossom swung open her T-pose and looked directly at So-eun, and so did everyone else.

Dane gnashed his teeth. He glanced around at all the other students watching him, recording everything on their phones, not a single person worried about the consequences of being late for class. Finally, he looked up at So-eun, and she squeezed Elmer’s hand harder. “I’m sorry…for slut shaming you.”

Butch whooped. “He did it!” He went in for a high-five with Blossom, and the smack sent a seismic ripple through the hall that rattled the lockers.

“He sure did! Give it up for Dane Blakely, everyone!” Blossom clapped, and others clapped with her. Soon the hall erupted into hoots and hollers of Congratulations! and You did it! as Dane stomped off even redder than before and people recorded his every humiliating moment on their phones.

Everyone dispersed soon after when some teachers came out into the hall to investigate the racket, and So-eun was one of them. When lunch rolled around and she looked around the cafeteria for Elmer, who’d promised to meet up, she found him waving from a table she’d never in her life have expected to sit at.

Bubbles scooted over to make room for So-eun in between Elmer and herself. “Hi, So-eun! We’re in the same block for History, right?”

“Um, yeah?” Of course So-eun knew that, but it was a big class and Bubbles was Bubbles and everyone knew her name like they didn’t know So-eun’s and this was just too weird.

On Bubbles’ other side was Boomer playing a game with Buttercup on someone’s cell phone, while Brick had his Beats on as he copied some of Blossom’s notes and ignored everybody. Blossom herself sat across from So-eun and smiled.

“Hi, I don’t think we’ve properly met. I’m Blossom.” She actually held out her hand to shake as if she weren’t one of the few people every single person in school knew.

So-eun let out a squeak that must have passed for hi, because Blossom smiled wider and elbowed Butch next to her, who was busy shoveling mashed potatoes into his mouth.

“Mmph,” Butch said, waving to So-eun.

“I’m sorry…what’s happening?” So-eun asked.

“Halo Infinite is happening!” Mike Believe, Wes Goingon, and Kim Chan slid in around Brick and Blossom. “Todd got the advance copy and he’s hosting this weekend!”

Brick looked up from the notes for that one. “I call dibs.”

Bubbles giggled. “You get used to it,” she whispered to So-eun like they were old pals.

What was happening was that her sort of maybe new boyfriend, Elmer Sgloo, had neglected to mention that he’d been close friends with the literal Powerpuff Girls since kindergarten, and now they wanted to welcome So-eun into their extended circle. As in, the definitely not a bunch of losers circle because it was the honest to god Powerpuff Girls and that was kind of a lot for one seventeen-year-old nobody to wrap her head around.

“Oh shit, you guys are going viral! Check it out!” Buttercup passed Butch her phone, which played a video of Butch and Blossom T-posing for feminism. “Who even is that loser?”

“Some chode,” Butch said. “Bane, or something?”

“No one important,” Blossom said as she leaned on Butch’s shoulder to watch the video. “Right, So-eun?”

So-eun put her shoulders back and popped a tater tot into her mouth, feeling like a champion. “Not at all.”

xxx

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[breathlessmorro]

*emerging from the depths of hiatus to get a sip of that destiNY* oo how about college AU shenanigans? i'm not good at prompts sorry >.<

You ask - you shall receive!

Synopsis - For years, Morro has been forced to put up with Kai's annoying antics in class, leaving him with a bad permanent record and even worse temper. However, things aren't exactly how they appear.

College Isn't Easy, They Said.

Morro grinded his teeth together as he fought to keep quiet, diligently taking his notes and trying to remember what his professor was saying. His handwriting may have been more harsh than it usually was, but at least he was managing to stay calm and collected. Already, he had half of Professor Chen's lecture condensed into clear and concise notes that could make a PowerPoint Presentation beam with pride. Not as easy a task as it might seem with the idiot next to him. 

Kai Smith - as always - had his earbuds in and was completely ignoring the lesson. Not that the earbuds did much to silence the irritatingly loud and obnoxious music blaring from the mini-speakers. In fact, Morro often wondered if Kai had such a big listening problem because of the volume in the first place. The aggressive tempo of drums and guitar were grating on Morro's nerves every single day, and he had to fight to keep his cool. He wasn't even sure why Kai was taking a psychology class in the first place when his major wasn't even related to it. It seemed Kai's presence served no purpose other than to annoy; and annoy it did. 

Things had been like this for years now. Morro would find out he had a class with Kai, and of course was forced to sit next to him. Showing even an ounce of distaste meant that Kai would take it as an invitation to try and distract Morro in any way possible. Whether it be tapping a pencil, playing footsie, or like now, listening to deafening metal music that he didn't even like, Kai was determined to get Morro in trouble. He took every single opportunity to try and make him look bad. The amount of times where he succeeded didn't matter, only that Morro's hatred for the smug grin that followed worsened with every passing day. 

This year, Morro had sworn it wasn't going to happen. Freshmen in college did not shout at their classmates in the middle of a lecture, and Morro couldn't afford to look bad in front of the faculty here. Not while his father was the dean of the university. 

So once again, he gathered his steely resolve, and brought his attention back to Chen's lecture about Elemental Envy, a condition where a person became obsessed with elemental powers to the point of violence. An ironic subject for him to teach about, Morro had once thought. Though any logical thinking had left him once he'd seen Kai make a beeline for him that morning. It had of course returned with the lecture regarding jealousy over a certain elemental ability leading some to aggression. 

Sensing that Morro was gaining some moral high ground, Kai decided that right then was an appropriate moment to lean over and whisper to him. 

"Sound like someone we know?" he snickered, causing Morro to shoot a nasty glare at him before turning back to his notes.

Clearly unsatisfied with the reaction, he tried again. 

"C'mon, that was funny." Morro didn't think it was. "Lighten up."

Morro felt his eyebrow twitch. He was fairly certain that meant he was stressed. 

He counted the seconds of sweet and glorious silence before he could hear Kai scoot closer again. Without the earbud in his ear, the music was slightly louder than before. Not that it was catching Chen's attention yet of course. 

He made it five seconds even. "Think there's some kind of green ninja envy?"

Oh. Low blow. 

"You're one to talk," Morro hissed at him, keeping his eyes firmly on his notes. It wasn't lashing out if it was just one statement, he reasoned with himself. "You were obsessed at one point too."

He quickly cursed himself for humoring Kai's jab once he saw the beaming grin across his face. On a good day, that kind of comment would have ticked Kai off to where he would be the one to cause a disturbance, but it seemed Kai came to class armed with patience today. A rare feat. Morro vaguely considered congratulating him. 

Shrugging nonchalantly, Kai leaned back in his seat. "At least I didn't bully my own cousin." Of course, this argument again. 

"Can't you leave it alone?" Morro bit back, glancing in Kai's direction before looking back to his notes. "That was in high school. I don't even-"

"What was that, Morro?" Ah shit. "Do you have something you want to share?"

Chen's high-pitched voice was tolerable when it wasn't directed at anyone specific, but the way Chen's said someone's name made it a thousand times more irritating. Seriously, did he just hate his students or something? Why even become a professor? 

Meeting his eyes, Morro shook his head, leaning back into his seat. "No, sorry," he answered. "Just thinking out loud."

Chen raised a brow at the excuse. Clearly he hadn't bought it. Especially not when Kai had already scooted back into his own seat, pretending to be writing his own notes. 

What a guy. 

"Well keep the thinking to a minimum. Others would like peace and quiet."

No fucking shit, Morro thought to himself as he nodded. One Chen's back was turned, he glared at Kai again, before looking to see how many notes he'd missed. 

Seriously, this couldn't be allowed to go on much longer. Morro had to change classes. 

***

"Seriously?! There's no other -"

"If you want to stay in psychology, that is the only available class."

"But he's -"

"In the same study program as you are."

"Ugh!" Morro slumped in his seat, covering his face with his hands. He'd thought complaining to Wu would be enough to convince him to get out of the class, but apparently none of Chen's other periods had room for another elemental master. The Elemental Study Program was created for elemental masters across Ninjago who wished to learn more about their abilities. It offered an advanced learning course for those enlisted, and also kept them in classes together. Which meant there was also a limit on how many were placed in a class to, "keep other students safe." As if they were a threat. The program had become a lot less separate from other students once When had taken over, but there was still a lot to be improved on. 

Wu gave Morro a sympathetic look before clearing his throat. "I understand why you have your reservations about Kai, but surely he's not distracting you too much." Morro pulled his hands away from his eyes to see Wu typing something on his computer. Leaning over the desk to see what it was, he narrowed his brows when he noticed his grade book being pulled up on the monitor. "Your grades are as excellent as ever."

Morro huffed as he sat back in his seat, crossing his arms and blowing a strand of hair from his face. "My permanent record isn't," he grumbled. "Any shot I have at a future job could be completely erased once people hear about how, 'disruptive,' and, 'disrespectful,' I am in a formal setting. You don't understand how frustrating it is to have a professor automatically hate you when you haven't even done anything wrong yet."

"You're right, I don't." Wu set his elbows down on the desk, resting his chin on his hands and gazing over Morro thoughtfully. "But have you ever considered asking Kai why he likes to antagonize you?"

"I think it's obvious," Morro scoffed. He averted his eyes from Wu and uncrossed his arms, swallowing hard when he spoke again. "It's because of how I treated Lloyd in high school. I know it wasn't right, but I stopped, didn't I? And I apologized. But Kai just wants to get me in trouble."

Wu hummed, a consideration sound before setting his hands down. "Well if Lloyd has already forgiven, why would Kai continue to seek you out?"

"I don't know, probably because he hates me?"

"Now don't jump to conclusions," Wu chuckled, shaking his fondly at Morro's pout. "How about you ask him yourself? I know your next class isn't for a few hours. Surely you could track him down and confront him."

Morro thought it over. Sure, confronting Kai would give Morro the chance he needed to speak his mind without reprimand, but it could also mean making things worse between them. Morro's relationship with Lloyd was rocky enough as it was, and that was mostly because of how he and Kai were always at each other's throats. He didn't need to make it worse. Then again, he could also find a way to get Kai to stop for good, and his permanent record could have a chance to recover. 

He groaned, dropping his head against the back of the chair before meeting Wu's gaze again. "Fine," he sighed. "I'll try to talk to him. But," he narrowed his eyes at Wu and pointed at him, "don't think it's gonna magically fix things. He's stubborn and an ass."

"That's two things you have in common already." Wu smiled at him. "Now go on, shoo. I have some papers to file and unless you want to help me-"

Morro was already out the door. 

***

He found Kai sitting with two other students in the courtyard, their elements on display for all to see. At first, he wasn't sure who the other two were, before recognizing them as Jay and Nya. Morro didn't talk to Nya that much, but he was all too familiar with his cousin, Jay. Their delightful family reunion hadn't been that delightful, and so they barely spoke to each other. 

Taking a deep breath in through his nose, Morro gathered the remnants of his courage and patience before stepping towards them. He stopped right behind Kai, and cleared his throat to get his attention. 

Kai turned around with a gleeful expression, which quickly morphed into something more smug. "What's up, breezy?"

Morro rolled his eyes, and caught Nya doing the same before he opened his mouth. "Hi. Jay, Nya, can I borrow him for a moment?"

"I dunno," Jay squinted at him. "You gonna bring him back?"

"Only if I want to."

"Ha!" Kai grinned at him, extinguishing the small flame in his hand. "Like you're gonna get the chance. Be back in a sec, guys."

Brushing off his pants, he rose to his feet, meeting Morro's gaze. As always, Kai met his stare with defiance and smugness. Morro hated it, but he had to get this over with sooner or later. His reputation seriously depended on it. His sanity too. Morro gestured for Kai to follow him, and started walking away from the crowded campus grounds. 

"So what's so urgent you just had to pull me away from my friends, huh?" Kai asked as they made their way through the crowd of students. Morro's brow quirked upwards at the laid back question, as if Kai really had no idea why Morro would want to talk to him. 

Exhaling through his nose, Morro rolled his eyes. "What do you think, Kai?" he scoffed at him. "I need you to stop annoying me during class. It's distracting and I can't afford that."

Morro winced as Kai barked out a laugh. "Seriously dude?" The latter shook his head, his entire body shaking with uncontained amusement. "That's it? I thought it was something important, like Wu needed my help with something."

"If he needed your help, why wouldn't he just tell you himself?"

"I don't know," Kai shrugged. "I don't understand anything he does, honestly."

Morro glanced over his shoulder to give Kai a dirty look. "So you think he'd just ask me, when he knows I literally hate everything about you, to tell you about some important mission?"

Again, Kai's shoulders shrugged. "Wouldn't be the weirdest - wait." Kai stopped walking, prompting Morro to stop as well. He turned around, fully prepared to snap at Kai for stopping when he caught his expression. "You hate me?"

Kai's normally mischievous and vibrant brown eyes were suddenly clouded with - well, Morro didn't know what. His smug little grin was gone, and his shoulders had gone completely tense. Any biting comeback Morro could have come up with died on his tongue, and he hesitated before answering. 

"Well, I guess it's a pretty strong word for it, but I don't exactly like you." Morro shifted slightly, suddenly feeling uneasy. "All you do is annoy me and get in trouble. We're not friends, and we don't talk outside of classes or the program."

The uneasy feeling crawled up Morro's throat as Kai's shoulders fell, his eyes downcast and melancholy. "Right. Sorry about that." He rubbed at his arm awkwardly before walking again. "Is that what you wanted to talk about then?"

Taken aback by the sudden change in atmosphere, it took Morro a second before he too started moving. The crowd of students had decreased rapidly, leaving them alone at the edge of campus grounds. He considered Kai's words before answering them, careful not to set him off. 

"Kind of, I guess." He sighed, before shaking his head. "I just want you to stop, okay? I know you're only doing it because of how I used to treat Lloyd, but I'm not like that anymore. We made up and moved on." He met Kai's gaze firmly, ignoring the warning bells that were ringing in the back of his head once he saw the disappointment reflected back at him. "So why didn't you?"

Kai sputtered for a moment, shaking his head. "What? No, I - Okay, sure. That might have been how it started, but I thought that…" He trailed off, awkwardly scratching at the back of his neck and averting his eyes. "Once you apologized, I thought we were just fighting for fun. I didn't know you were still taking it personally."

"Personally?" Morro raised a brow at him. "How could I not? Every single day, it's always, 'remember when you did this?' and just constant jabs from you. What else could it have been?"

"I don't know, maybe - " Kai cut himself off before shaking his head. "No, forget it. I'm sorry, I should have been paying more attention. That's my fault."

"A little bit," Morro deadpanned. 

Kai winced at that, and Morro could tell that it had stung. Maybe he should have been more careful, but Kai was confusing him now, and he didn't like being confused. He stayed quiet as Kai stared into space for a moment, considering leaving when Kai spoke again. 

"Listen; after you and Lloyd made up, I realized I kind of like messing with you," he said softly, crossing his arms and refusing to meet Morro's eyes again. "I mean, you never just let me, so it kind of felt like a fun game. Everything I threw at you, you just matched super easily. I really liked messing with you, and I thought that…"

As Kai trailed off once again, Morro finally caught a glimpse of his face. A bright red blush spread from Kai's nose and cheeks all the way to the tips of his ears. His stance was awkward and nervous, shoulders tense and head down. At first, Morro thought that this was the beginning to a very good apology, but now it was starting to seem like something else entirely. 

Taking a deep breath in, Kai finally met Morro's eyes, with enough conviction in them to make the latter freeze in place. 

"I thought that you liked me too."

Oh. Oh. 

Thinking back to every conversation they'd ever had, yeah. It was easy for Morro to see how Kai had come to that conclusion. All those attempts at getting each other's attention, the games to test each other's patience until one of them snapped. Of course Kai liked him. That was how every guy acted around their crush. Morro couldn't believe he hadn't thought of it sooner. 

Guys were stupid. 

Shaking himself from his thoughts, Morro could see Kai staring at him almost nervously, like he was waiting for someone to shout at him. Clearing his throat, Morro opened his mouth. 

"I…" Very articulate. "Oh. I didn't think of it like that I guess," he shrugged, not really knowing how to respond. "I was so busy getting mad at you, I thought… Well, you know what I thought."

"Yeah," Kai sighed, shaking his head. "I do. I'm sorry, I should have - "

"Wait!" Morro couldn't let Kai finish, not with the way this conversation appeared to be heading. "I never once said that I was against it."

That took Kai by surprise, and it showed. His shoulders dropped, his eyes went wide, and he stared at Morro for a moment before shaking his head. "But you said you hated me!"

"I also said that was a really strong word."

"So you do like me?"

Morro held up his hands. "I didn't say that either," he said, a small smile sneaking its way into his expression. Knowing that Kai had actually been crushing on him this whole wasn't an entirely unpleasant thing, actually. Morro had eyes. He knew Kai was a real piece of work when he wasn't busy being annoying. "But… I don't think I'd be opposed to trying something new."

Kai's grin practically swallowed his face, and Morro could only imagine how sore it must have made his cheeks. "Alright, something new." He hesitantly stepped closer, the blush returning in full force. "I can work with that."

"Good." Morro stepped closer to him as well, before his smile turned serious. "But don't think you can get away with annoying me every day now. Being cute is only going to get you so fa - "

Kai cut him off, pressing his lips gently to Morro's before pulling away with a smile. 

"You talk too much."

Morro grinned, before pulling Kai back into another kiss. 

Yeah, he could work with this. 

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[moonlit-imagines]

Heirloom (Part 1)

Din Djarin x Fett!reader

warnings:

a/n: did just a little bit of tweaking to help it fit into canon! (haar’chak = damn it. dinii = lunatic)

prompt: anonymous: “Hi can I request a Mandoxteen!reader where the reader is boba fetts daughter. When boba died they got to keep his helmet and they always bring it with them. The reader usually pickpockets people but this time they got caught and tries to run away but then crashes into din and drops the helmet. Din notice the armor and asks them to hand it over. Then the reader spills about being boba fetts daughter and din’s father instincts just kicks in so he asks if they wanna tag along with him and the child”

part 2

Stranded on Tatooine for about five years, give or take. It wasn’t like it was much of a fun planet. There was sand and...uh, sand people. Things like that.

Your father’s fate was nothing short of devastating for you. You’d always believed that he was invincible, especially with that armor of his. Passed down from your grandfather, a Mandalorian. Jango Fett. Your father didn’t speak of him often, but you could tell that his death had changed his path. After all, he was only ten when it happened. All thanks to those damned Jedi.

And, well, you resented the Jedi just as much after Boba died. One was present when he had been launched into the Sarlacc Pit, leaving you a young orphan on an unfamiliar planet. It took some time, but you’d finally found his Beskar armor in the hands of kleptomaniacal Jawas, and that armor belong to you. Call it a “family heirloom.”

Again, you were stranded here. A foreign planet all on your own. You had no idea how this place was ran or how people acted. That’s why you stuffed your father’s armor into your bag. It would be nothing but a literal target on your chest, you needed to play it safe. Get your bearings before you showed the inhabitants of this planet who you really were.

Over the past five years, it’s been mostly pickpocketing to get by. Sure, bounty hunting is in your blood, but there aren’t too many bounties to pick up on when you’re standing on a planet of sand and sorrow.

You slithered through a crowded area near a cantina and began swiping all that you could. Currency or valuables or food, who cares? It’s all worth something to you.

But your fingers weren’t as agile as you thought, you discovered this when a local took you by the wrist with two of his four arms.

“Going somewhere, kid?” His grip grew tighter as you reached for your blaster and let one loose in the sky, causing a panic that gave you just enough time to free yourself up and make a run for it. Wasn’t long before you heard, “Get that little kreetle!” Seems like you’d have an entourage in just a few moments.

“Di’kut.” You groaned to yourself, looking away from your path for a second too long. Your skull smacked straight into the Beskar armor of one Mandalorian. You tumbled back and fell to the ground behind-first, causing your bag to bust open and releasing its contents. This included a helmet similar to Mando’s own.

“You’re a Mandalorian?” You stammered, trying to gather your things, “I’ve never met another before.” When you looked back up at the glaring sun, you noticed a blaster barrel pointed towards your chest.

“That armor belongs to my people, where did you get it?” He demanded, catching you off-guard. Before you could get an answer out, an odd creature poked its head from his satchel and pointed towards the advancing crowd.

“I gotta get out of here.” You scrambled to your feet and tried to run past him, but he wasn’t in the best of moods, it seemed.

“Not until I get that armor.” You switched your gaze between the angry mob and the man with a strong grip on your arm. What to do, what to do?

“Haar’chak, we haven’t got all day. Just...follow me!” You pulled against his grip and felt the tension ease once he followed you, but now that you were on your way out of the area, blaster bolts came flying your way. It was a good thing you’d now had a human shield, huh? You refused to look back this time, you knew that the Mandalorian would take care of it himself.

After cutting a few corners, you were able to throw them off your trail. A lot of good that did you now that this Mandalorian was focused right back on you.

“Can you put that thing down, dinii?” You requested and noticed a tilt of his head as he lowered his weapon.

“Wait...you know Mando’a?” His voice sounded uneasy. So far, everything he’d learned about you pointed to you being...like him.

“Not much,” you leaned against the wall of an empty alley, sliding down the rough outer walls, “my father only really taught me insults. That’s his stuff, by the way.” You rummaged through your bag to pull out a canteen of water, only a few drops left. “Maybe if you’d given me a chance before threatening me, we’d be best friends by now.”

“Your father was Mandalorian? What happened to him?” Mando kneeled down and let his companion out for a moment, let him stretch his legs.

“You sure do ask a lot of questions.” You told him, smiling at the little alien who climbed on your lap. “This guy got a name?” You asked.

“The Child.” The little one reached out to touch your face as you laughed.

“Ah, I should’ve known. My apologies.” You joked, letting him go about his business. “And my grandfather was a Mandalorian. He died when my father was ten or so.” You explained. “My father...it’s complicated, but he also died when I was about ten years old. Eaten by the mighty Sarlacc when Jedi was on the menu.”

“And you don’t wear it?” God, these questions were starting to strike a chord with you. You hadn’t thought about the past in a while and you didn’t want to start now. But when you looked at this Mandalorian who looked so familiar, it was almost comforting. It was one thing to stare at empty armor, but to see someone wearing it?

“You think I want to attract all that attention? I’m sure you know what I mean.” You paid your attention back to the little one smiling wide at you while holding onto your fingers. You bouced his arms from side to side to see him dance and even let out a sweet little laugh.

“You were running from the locals, why?” You rolled your eyes at him, it was time he figured things out for himself. You hadn’t talked to anyone for this long in years, you were already worn out. “Are you a thief?”

“Why, yes, Mandalorian, I am. There’s not much else to do here, I’m afraid.” If your agitated tone didn’t give it away, the tears in your eyes did. He fell silent for a moment and watched the Child gaze up to him. “Can’t help that I’m stranded on a sand planet.” You muttered to yourself.

“I’m looking for other Mandalorians.” He informed you. “Are you interested in joining me?”

—————

As you rode off through the dunes of Tatooine, a mysterious figure watched from afar. You paid no mind to him, as this planet was filled with peculiar and dangerous people, but he wasn’t as strange as you’d think.

“I’ll see you again one day, my child.”

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[neo-culture-taste]

Subscribe! - Another clothing haul video (sexy edition)

Pairing: Johnny x Reader (fem)

Genre: AU, romance, comedy, fluff

Word count: 3182

Summary: A YouTube inspired drabble series where you and your boyfriend upload videos catering to the couple tag.

Author’s Note: Felt a bit nostalgic. This one practically wrote itself. I apologize in advance for all the cheese  - D

For other members, see masterlist.

The video opened with your boyfriend grinning into the lens as he held the camera high in the air, making good use of the wide angle to reveal the space of your living room with you standing not too far away in the distance. 

“Whaddup Johfam--Oh, shit, wait,”  Johnny stopped himself mid-sentence to laugh at himself when he realized he made a mistake in his introduction. “This isn’t my channel.”

“Gimmie that,” you said as you rushed to his side to swipe the camera from him, which was way out of your reach. “I knew you were going to try and take over my channel one day.”

Still laughing, your boyfriend handed you the camera. “I didn’t do it on purpose. It came out naturally. It’s a habit.”

“Yeah sure it is,” you said suspiciously. “I’m watching you.” You opened your eyes as wide as they could go as you gazed at him. He mimicked your expression, commencing the staring contest. But it was short lived, as you stretched out your face comically, causing the both of you to burst into laughter.

The video cut to you centered in the frame, the camera once again being held up by the long arm of your boyfriend. “Hey everybody! It’s me again. And this sasquatch is here because today we’re doing another episode of...Johnny’s. Fashion. Evaluation!” You said the title of the segment very dramatically and emphasized each word with equally as dramatic poses done by both you and your boyfriend. “You all loved the first one so much we figured we’d treat you all today,” you said through a big smile after straightening up. “Johnny, what we got? Tell them what we got.”

“Today we got four outfits,” Johnny stated like an announcer for a sports game.

“Four,” you repeated, and held up four fingers on one hand.

“Four themes.”

“Mmhmm.” You held up four more fingers with your other hand.

“Four evaluations.”

“Cuatro evaluaciones.”

Johnny couldn’t help but laugh at your sudden switch to a different language. He tried to hold it in, but he was unable to stop the snort that came from his nose as he attempted to hold back his smile. Unable to resist your cuteness, he put his free arm around your shoulders and hugged you close. You took this opportunity to lay your head against his shoulder.

“So I’m going to give Y/N’s outfits a letter grade like we did the last time,” he continued with the introduction.

“And he’s going to say whether or not it’s a smash or pass.”

Johnny’s face twisted in surprise as he turned to face you. “Woah, woah, wait.”

“What?” you asked with a knowing grin.

“We didn’t do that in the first one.”

“Yeah, but these outfits today need those ratings.”

Blinking, Johnny stood in silence briefly as he processed what you were saying, then his eyes quickly lit up and his mouth fell open in pleasant surprise. You simply smiled back at him with a waggle of your eyebrows, prompting him to look into the camera like he had just won a prize.

~~~

The video cut to a view of the entryway of your hallway. You poked your head around the corner, making sure you didn’t reveal the rest of your body to Johnny. “So this is the 'I'm late for my prime time sitcom audition after being rejected five times and the barista spelled my name wrong on my grade iced caramel macchiato with three expresso shots' outfit.”

Johnny laughed out loud behind the camera. “What even is that?”

“It’s the theme, babe,” you explained to him like it was obvious. “You’ll see in a second.” You pulled your head back out of sight, then came out fully to pose in the middle of the entryway like a model in a fashion show. You were wearing a high necked, short sleeved, black and white, horizontal striped cropped top with a tie in the front, matched with a pair of black shorts and a simple black belt. On your feet, you wore socks with the same design as your top inside a pair of black booties. For accessories, you wore a chunky, silver chain necklace, a set of silver bangles on your left wrist, and a pair of black oversized sunglasses over your eyes.

“Oh, nice. Very nice,” you boyfriend complimented, genuinely impressed. He stood up from his spot on the couch and grabbed the camera as he moved towards you to get a closer look. “I like that your socks match your shirt,” he began his evaluation. “And this chain is a really nice touch. The sunglasses are a bit much, though.”

“Really?” You took off the sunglasses and looked at your boyfriend expectantly. “What about now?”

“Hmm,” he hummed in thought. “Try putting them on your head.” You did as suggested. “Now that’s fashion. Johnny approves.”

You smiled at him brightly, proud of the ensemble you put together. “What’s my grade?”

“An A- since I had to help you.”

You puckered your lips in acknowledgment. “That’s fair. But would you smash or pass?”

“I mean…” Johnny hesitated, causing you to raise an eyebrow inquisitively at him. “This is like something you’d wear normally, so it’s not like super striking, y’know?”

“So...are you saying you’d pass on me in my normal clothes?”

“No, of course not! It’s you that makes these clothes hot for me, so yeah I’d def smash. But if this was on anybody else, I’d pass. No offense to anyone else who dresses like this. It’s just a normal outfit to me.”

You side eye him, pretending you aren’t fully convinced by his explanation. “Sure. Nice save.”

He chuckled at your expression. “I gave you an A! That means I like it.”

“You wouldn't have taken off points if you really liked it! Just say you think the way I normally dress is boring so we can move on,” you said in mock offense.

He continued to laugh. “Y/N, stop! You’re going to make them think I’m an asshole.”

“Then stop being one, geeez,” you said with a dramatic roll of your eyes, but you were unable to keep the smile off your face.

“Y/NNNN, “ he whined your name.

“Alright, alright! I'm kidding everyone! You all know my Johnny’s a big sweetheart.” You stuck your tongue out at the lens, officially ending your little ruse. “Oh, and go subscribe to his channel if you haven’t already.”

“Yeah cuz I actually am an asshole on purpose over there.”

“Pfffft!”

~~~

The video cut once again to the view of your head peeking around the halfway entrance. “Okay, yeah. The first one was kind of mild. But this one is going to be hot! The theme is ‘a high class woman sitting alone at the bar who keeps getting free drinks from other patrons while she waits for her blind date only to be catfished by them in the end, but she doesn’t really care because she plans to go home with the bartender anyway.’”

“I have low expectations after the first weird theme you made up.”

You scoffed. “Just for that, I’m not coming out.”

“I’m kidding! Come out!”

You walked around the corner and posed dramatically before you began walking the rest of the way into the living room as if you were walking down a runway. You were wearing a tight, dark red mini dress that hugged your every curve. It was a halter neck dress with a very low neckline that exposed quite a bit of your cleavage. You didn’t wear any jewelry around your neck since the straps of the dress were made of gold chains, so instead you wore a pair of dangling gold earrings. On your feet, you wore a pair of strappy gold stilettos.

“Dayuuuuum!”

“Like what you see?” You asked Johnny before doing more sexy poses. 

“You look good!”

“I know I do. Check out the back.” You turned around to reveal the open back part of the dress.

“Oh my g--smash. Hella smash,” he rated the outfit without hesitation.

“Not yet! You didn’t do the evaluation,” you scolded him.

“A+.”

“No, Johnny, focus! You have to talk about the presentation.”

“Oh right,” He picked up the camera and moved closer. “I really like the way you matched all of the gold stuff. The straps on this dress are really pretty and they really accentuate.…” He trailed off as he fully admired the front of your outfit, and his gawking caused the camera to linger on your chest for a bit too long. He cleared his throat once he gathered his wits and remembered what he was supposed to be doing. “Those.”

“Johnny!” You quickly brought your hands to your chest to cover it from your boyfriend’s horny gaze.

“Look, everyone. She’s showing us her matching bracelet and ring set. But they’re kind of in the way of the best part of the outfit.” He attempted to move your hands away, but you swatted him away.

“Stop before I go take it off!” you threatened.

“You stop before I take it off.” 

“John, oh my gosh!” You turned around completely from the camera and looked back at him, playing coy. “You’re going to get my video demonetized.”

“Okay, okay. I’ll stop.”

“No, you won’t.”

“I won’t.”

~~~

“This one is even hotter than the last one,” you said after the video clipped to the next scene. You weren’t peeking your head in the entryway this time. Instead you were completely hidden around the corner.

 “I like the sound of that,” your boyfriend answered excitedly.

“So this is ‘the boss bitch sitting on top of her golden throne surrounded by siberian tiger statues in her music video for her new chart topping, number one hit single’. Are you ready?”

“Yeah, bring it.” He didn’t even bother acknowledging the convoluted title of the theme you made up.

“You’re not ready,” you told him matter-of-factly.

“C’mon Y/N. I can handle whatever you got.”

“Oookaaayyy,” you sang at him, knowing full well that he wasn’t ready for what you were wearing at all. 

You walked out into the entryway and immediately struck a power pose, causing your boyfriend’s breath to completely leave his body as he stared at you in shock. You were wearing an off-white two piece mini-skirt and blazer set matched with the same pair of strappy heels you wore with the last outfit. The skirt had high splits above both your legs with zippers for optional closure. The blazer also had zippers on both sides, mimicking the openings of pockets, and was held closed by a single button. The button was barely functional, and revealed almost all of what you wore underneath, which was what looked to be a zigzagged patterned, black and grey bralette.

 “Speechless aren’t you?” you asked him before giving him a turn.

He still hadn’t said anything, and continued to look you up and down from behind the camera, licking his lips hungrily at his snacc of a girlfriend.

“I saw that,” you called him out on his lechery.

“I didn’t do anything,” he said rather calmly, although, a smile could still be heard in his voice. After that, he went silent again as he went into deep thought.

“Talk!”

“B.”

“What?!” You were more than taken aback by the grade he gave you. You thought he really liked it, considering how hard he was ogling you. “Why?”

“The bra underneath kind of takes away from it,” he explained. “Maybe if you put on a plain one, it would look better.”

You looked down at the garment being addressed. “Well actually it’s a swimsuit top,” you said with a laugh and looked back up at him. “And this jacket is supposed to be worn without anything underneath.

He gasped loudly behind the camera. “So you came out here and altered the designers original vision?! B-.”

“Hey no! I had to keep it PG-13 for the camera,” you defended yourself. “I’ll show you what it’s actually supposed to look like later.”

“You can show me now. We’ll just censor it in post.”

“No, that’s too much work. You’ll just have to wait.”

“Okay, then I’ll put the camera down and follow you into the hall and we’ll just cut this part out.”

“Ugh, fine.” You gave into your boyfriend’s wishes with a huff, though you ended up keeping this part of the video anyway.

Johnny put the camera back down onto the coffee table and waited for you to call him into the hallway a few seconds later. When you were ready, he followed you into the hallway as planned, disappearing around the corner and out of the camera’s view. Since he was so far away, the camera’s microphone was barely capable of picking up what he said upon seeing the true version of your outfit, so you added a caption in post for his response.

“Smash.”

~~~

“This is the last one and the hottest of them all!” you called out to him from around the corner.

“Don’t get me excited. That last one is going to be tough to beat.”

“The theme is ‘a cosplayer who wore the design of her original character she made for her favorite JRPG to a convention and had to be escorted out of the building because she was too X-Rated for all the horny nerds to handle!’”

He laughed and shook his head at your ridiculousness. He didn’t know how much more of these crazy theme titles he could take. And this one sounded a little bit personal. “Hurry up before the battery dies--,” he started to say, but once you walked out from the hallway, his eyes almost jumped out of his head before he began to laugh hysterically. 

You were hearing another crop top, but this time it was a very, very short, hot pink crop top with long fishnet sleeves. It was meant to show a considerable amount of underboob, but to keep your video from getting age restricted, you still wore the swimsuit top you had on underneath your previous outfit. For your bottoms, you donned a pair of cut-off blue jean shorts, that were so short they might as well have been underwear because they barely covered your backside. Also, they couldn’t even close in the front. The button was just for decoration. To counteract any possible demonetization from those, you wore the matching swimsuit bottoms underneath the shorts, making sure all of your booty cheeks were properly contained. Your shoes were a pair of white gogo boots that came up just below your knees and laced up in the front. To top off the outfit, you wore a pair of blue ski goggles on your head and bright green biker gloves on your hands.

“Why?!”

“You--You--look like a hooker!” he managed to say in between fits of giggles.

“JOHNNY.”

He doubled over on the couch and clutched at his stomach. “Pass, hard pass!”

“Oh my gosh!”

“What is that?”

“This?” You pointed to the swimsuit bottoms. “Yeah, PG-13. Remember?”

“You look so ridiculous. Like you’re trying too hard or something.”

“Try to imagine it without the swimsuit.”

"Wait, wait, okay," he wheezed. "Turn around, turn around." You did as you were told, only for him to laugh harder. "No I can’t! I can’t unsee this! Y/N this is a fail!"

"A fail?!"

"The boots, Y/N! The boots!"

"I actually like the boots!"

"Not with this, Y/N!"

"But a fail, really?"

Johnny straightened up on the couch after regaining most of his composure. "Well, maybe a D since I can see what you were trying to do and maybe if you put like a regular bralette on then it wouldn’t look so bad. But those swim bottoms ruined the entire thing."

"Well, give me a second and I’ll show you how it’s supposed to look." Once again you disappeared into the hallway to take your swimsuit off and called Johnny to come look at your outfit once you were done. The captions that appeared across the screen were as follows:

"Now that’s hot."

"No touching!”

~~~

The scene opened up with the two of you back in your living room. Johnny was holding the camera above you both just like when the video first started and you were wearing your navy silk robe around your body since you were too lazy to change out of your last outfit.

“Welp, that was everything I could come up with,” you said to the camera, putting your arms around Johnny’s torso to hug him closer. “Let me know in the comments which ones were your favorites and don’t forget to like this video and subscribe to my channel if you haven’t already. I put a link to Johnny’s channel and links for all the items I wore today in the description.”

“Where do they even sell clothes like that?” Johnny asked you with genuine curiosity. “Where’d you get the boots?

You said the name of the store you purchased the boots from, but then you suddenly remembered something you forgot to say to your viewers at the beginning of the video. “Oh! This isn’t a sponsored video, in any way! All of the items worn today were purchased by me with my boyfriend’s credit card.”

Johnny’s face fell instantly. “Pardon?”

“Hm?” you answered him, pretending like you didn’t hear what he said.

“You bought all of this with your credit card, right?”

“What did I say?”

“You said you did it with mine.”

“Oh...yes...what I meant to say was with my……..boyfriend Johnny’s credit card!” You let go of his waist and sped away from him, zipping into the halfway at lightning speed.

“Y/N, you better be joking!” he yelled after you, but you didn’t answer him. “Y/N, I swear--”

The clipped jumped to Johnny sitting on the couch and going through his phone, checking his bank app to see if there were any recent charges to his credit card. He scrolled down a little ways and then visibly blanched once he saw the consecutive charges on his card, all in the triple digits. You had walked back into the living by then to see him react, and upon hearing you footsteps approach him, he looked up at you with eyes completely devoid of amusement.

“You’re going to wear these clothes everyday,” he chided.

“Well that benefits you, too, now doesn’t it.” Since you weren’t in the view of the camera, you took this opportunity to untie your robe and open it to show Johnny what the last outfit you had on was supposed to look like again.

Without saying a word, he looked you up and down, rolling his tongue in his cheek.

“You good?”

He silently looked you all over again and then nodded his head in affirmation. “Yeah, sure.”

“You’re welcome.”

Johnny did a double take between you and the camera’s lens before reaching over to stop the recording and turn the device off, officially ending the video.

- D

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could u do a damian wayne x reader where the reader is a titan and damian and her are friends and where the reader has a really crooked smile and crooked teeth and damian just adores it but the reader hates it because everyone makes jokes about it even though they’re just kidding she’s just really insecure like maybe a fellow titan makes a joke about it and damian defends her

Thank you for requesting! This is written by someone who two snagle teeth that sit more like tusks that I despise, so I get where we're coming from here 😔

Prompt List • Masterlist (in bio)

He's always liked your smile. Yeah, it's lopsided and looks more like something torn straight from an evil swamp witch in a storybook, but he adores it.

He loves it because it's yours. Trademark yours. Nobody in the world has a smile exactly like yours. He loves it because it means you're happy. It isn't something torn from a billboard and slapped across someone's face—it's your happiness, in all its realistic and lifelike glory. Nothing any orthodontist can recreate.

He remembers when you first joined the Titans. Barely two weeks after he did, himself. You'd smiled broadly back then, laughing openly at his quips and jokes too dark for you to repeat.

After so long spent around rich people with perfect teeth and catered smiles, your crooked grin stole his heart right out from under him. He hadn't noticed at first, when his heart toppled into your hands: he was too busy admiring your mouth and wondering what'd it could feel like against his.

It took a long time for him to come to terms with his feelings for you. Years, actually. But even while he was trying desperately to suppress an emotional attachment that ran much deeper that just your smile, he couldn't deny himself the pleasure of seeing it. He continued hissing comments in the middle of meetings and pinpointing the things you thought were funniest, cutes, sweetest. Anything to earn a smile.

Unfortunately, he suspects not everybody felt the same glimmering warmth that came with your smile. At the years dragged on, your grin shrank. It was gradual at first, fewer and farther between, until one day they stopped altogether. No more teeth peeking out between the break in your lips. You still smiled plenty, at all his jokes and barbed comebacks, but never showing any teeth. Close-lipped smiles only. When you laughed, it was with a hand or wrist over your mouth. No teeth.

It was late, the night he asked about it. You were sixteen, and he'd given up on shoving away emotions. He still refused to admit anything to you, but he'd allow himself to call you a close friend—one of his two best friends (not that he'd ever said that to your face). It was in San Francisco, and you were laying beside him on the roof of Titan Tower.

You were chuckling still chuckling about watching Beat Boy spurt fruit punch put of his nose when Raven kissed his cheek on a dare (your dare, simply because you wanted to see how hard you could get her to blush).

He was staring up at what stars could be seen through the city's light pollution. He was smiling and listening, but he was only really paying you half his attention. He was thinking about the pictures you'd been in throughout the night, the close-lipped smiles, the hands covering your laughter. That one time you covered your mouth again because you couldn't help grinning at him from across the room as he deadpanned, listening to Dick drawl on about celebrating the successful mission you'd all completed the night before.

He let's your chuckling die down before he rolls his face toward you. "Can I ask you something?"

You look his way, an uncovered, tooth-flashing smile still settled across your mouth, though it starts to fade at the seriousness in his tone.

You still smile for him. Just him.

"Why do you cover your mouth when you laugh?"

Your smile becomes lopsided. You aren't totally sure how to react, and it's written across your face, despite trying to play it off. "What?"

"When you laugh, you cover your mouth with your hand," he reiterates. "And you don't smile around people like you used to."

Your smile droops again. You turn away, to face the stars again. "I dunno. I just do."

He knows there's something else, but he's learned to recognize when you don't want to talk about something. He wants to press you, he wants to figure out what the problem is so he can fix it. Hedyfix all your problems, if he could.

He shoves the thought away before it advances on as to why. "How many Titans can pass out in one room?"

You recognize the tone he uses specifically for a joke. You're already starting to smile. "I dunno, how many?"

"Let's go back inside and find out."

It's a good week afterward that he finally gets his answers. You're sandwiched between him and Raven, focused more on the movie than Beast Boy trying to get Cyborg to spit out his mouth full of water. Some bet they'd made, you've gathered. Why they'd chosen a horror movie is beyond you.

Damian's got more out of you that Garfield has gotten out of his target so far, and it's already halfway through the movie. Raven even giggled at the few she overheard.

It's all fun and games, until Garfield looks up at the screen, and barks out a laugh from the other side of Raven. "Look, it's (Y/N)!"

He's referring to the clown on the screen. The original Pennywise. With rotten, crooked teeth and a chilling grin that probably made kids cry.

Damian rolls his eyes and scoffs. He turns toward you to snicker something about Gar projecting his own issues, but stops cold when he sees the look on your face.

Your eyes are still on the movie, but they're unfocused and your face is twisted with hurt. You try to wipe the expression away when you realize he's looking.

Oh. That's the problem. He should have guessed. Suppose he was too caught up in his own opinion to really consider what any ignorant rodent might think or say about you.

Cyborg groans something, completely unintelligible with a mouthful of water, but it sounds like it was supposed to be scolding. Raven doesn't seem to have heard it.

There are tears in your eyes when you absently scratch the side of your arm and stand up. "I'll be back," you brush off with a forced half smile that's meant to look playful, but comes off pained. You make for the kitchen too quickly to be subtle.

Damian watches you go, but his attention hones on Garfield the moment your out of sight. The green boy is still staring questioningly at Cy's glare when Damian whacks him with the remote.

He swears, reaching up to rub where the hard plastic made contact, turning to tell Damian off and to make him pick up the batteries that came flying out, but Damian's on him first.

"Looks like (L/N), does it?" he growls, jerking his head toward the paused imagine. "Are you always this idiotic or just an asshole?"

Damian watches the confusion turn to pained understanding as he looks between Pennywise and a very angry ex-assassin.

Cyborg spits his water back into the cup on the table. "Dude, come on. That was such a dick thing to say..."

Damian doesn't sit around for the rest. He shoulders the kitchen door open with an empty glass in hand.

You're staring into the yellow light of the microwave, listening to popcorn kernels pop, with your back to him and tour hands braced against the counter.

He hesitates by the door, steps forward suddenly slow and unsure. He glances the sink, remembers the glass, and makes for the faucet. He doesn't want to make it terribly obvious that he knows you're upset, for fear of upsetting you further.

"You shouldn't stand in front of the microwave like that," he grumbles, twisting on the cold water. "Radiation, and all that."

You don't reply. Forty five seconds left on the timer.

He sighs. He pulls his glass from the sink and switches off the water. He leaves the half-full dish on the counter.

You feel his hand on your shoulder without hearing him move. Your head jerks toward him reflexively, but you're quick to turn back to the microwave.

Not quick enough to hide unshed tears and red rimmed eyes.

His hand slides down to your shoulder blade. "Hey. Look at me."

"I'm fine," you mumble, shaking your head dismissively. "I'll be back in a second, just wanted–"

"(Y/N)." His voice is soft in your ears, softer still on an emotional wound. "Look at me."

You release a deep breath, steeling yourself as best you can. His hand is warm on your back, and all you can think about is how badly you want to be held by him. You drop one hand from the counter and turn.

His hand glides with your movement, resting now on your arm. "It was a stupid joke. He's going to apologize. He didn't mean it."

You consider faking another smile and brushing it all off, but you can't seem to bring yourself to do it. Instead, you take a new interest in his shoes. "He wasn't wrong."

"He was." There's enough conviction in his voice to draw your eyes back to his. "He's said enough dumb things to convince mute man glad to be, but that was possibly one of the stupidest."

You chuckle, despite yourself. "That's an awful joke to make," you scold. Still the corners of your lips are tilting upward.

"I know," he admits. "But I'll tell an even worse one if it means you'll smile for me."

Your face falls slack. Eyes wide, surprised.

His free hand finds your other arm. "You have the happiest smile I've ever seen, (Y/N). You don't have to look like a orthodontic aligners commercial to have the prettiest smile in any room. And if anyone tells you otherwise, I'll knock their incisors out."

You've got tears in your eyes again, but your wobbling bottom lip is still tilling toward the ceiling. You sniffle once, shuffling forward just enough to wrap he your arms around him.

His arms come up around you like they've been waiting his whole life for you. And the way you fit against him so perfectly, he wonders if they have.

You bury your face in his shoulder. "Thank you," you mumble against his shirt. "Nobody's ever said that about my smile before."

"No one?" He sounds genuinely surprised, and your body gently shakes hon his arms and you chuckle again.

You pull away slowly, but you can't convince yourself to step away just yet. He doesn't seem to mind, arms still so secure around you. "No. But I shouldn't be surprised," you smile again, wider, "considering you're the only person I've never felt so self conscious around."

He smiles right back. "Good. I couldn't stand it if you tried to hide from me like you do everyone else."

Your teeth disappear again, but it's not behind tight lips and self conscious dread. It's something soft, made solely for him. "No. I don't think I could hide it from you if I tried."

He doesn't remember who moved first. If it was your hands on his cheeks or his arms around your waist, or who leaned and who met them halfway. All he does remember is how many times he imagined tour lips against his, and how many times he'd guessed it all right.

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Okay, here it goes. Episode Four of Scenes from a Marriage and it’s been less than 24hrs and I have rewatched the episode what, five times? Some scenes I’ve rewatched more than that :’) and I just??? That fucking show, these fucking characters??? Spoilers ahead, behold! — and this is long, I apologize in advance!!!!

One of the two major takeaways from the episode is that they are BOTH so incredibly awful to and for each other, and that they bring out the FUCKING WORST in each other. The sadest part is that they cannot be with but also not without one another even if it means hurting each other. And — and this is absolutely fucking tragic, the other major takeaway is that they STILL haven’t learned to communicate with each other. It’s been ( roughly ) FOUR FUCKING YEARS!!! ( In the first episode Mira is not yet 40, so she’s still 39 and now she is 43 and a half so give or take four years have passed since the first episode ) And yet all they kept constantly doing throught the episode was to ACCUSE the OTHER of not listening and not being able to communicate. Like they BOTH are aware of the issue but neither attempts to work through it??

Wow, just wow.

Those two are just, I don’t even have the words???

Like, where the fuck do I even start???

Mira already dragged her feet about the divorce in Episode Three, she wasn’t willing and ready then and maybe she hadn’t noticed the why yet but she wasn’t ready for a divorce then and she sure as hell isn’t ready now, even if she struggles to admit that out loud once prompted by Jonathan.

Again, Jonathan’s calculating and cold side jumped out. Like the scene, with them on the couch?? With Mira asking if he would be able to marry her again and then getting all quiet after her “ We’re fucked ”, like Jonathan KNEW that she still wanted him, he knew that when he invited her into his arms and she happily curled against him and he knew that when he started touching her. He was the initiator and he went quite aggressive about it ( which isn’t necessarily a bad thing, pretty sure it came as a welcome surprise to Mira though ), he knew she wanted him and he very much wanted her.

Mira asking him to stay after, to not immediately go, showing herself vulnerable and at the same time content in his arms, man that was a glimpse into their sex-life during their marriage ( that gets expanded later on but more on that in a second ). She knew he’d rush to get up, NOT because he regrets what they did but because he feels the need to clean himself — now I don’t know if this is rooted in his religious upbringing and something he simply cannot shake or if it’s something else but either way it must be a fucking awful feeling to have your partner rush to clean himself after you just had sex. No doubt humiliating too in a way, so no wonder she asked him to stay and I wonder how often she had done that before, you know to have that kind of soft intimacy?

Their marriage was broken in so many ways & aspects. I know we only got to see the tip of the iceberg but holy fuck.

Mira telling him she got fired, or, asked to resign and going back to explain that it was bound to happen after she didn’t take the promotion and Jonathan getting defensive IMMEDIATELY, to the point where she HAS TO tell him she isn’t blaming him and that this isn’t what it is about is such a perfect example of them STILL not having learned to communicate with each other. I have no fucking clue how they got through the settlement conversations if all they do is either hear what they want to hear or only hear half of what the other says and then interprete it in a completely different direction because they didn’t listen to the rest. Like, it has been ( give or take ) FOUR FUCKING YEARS and they still haven’t learned to communicate.

No wonder they never fucking sorted through any issue they had prior to Mira cheating on him and leaving him since they just don’t know how to fucking communicate.

Okay back to Mira telling Jonathan she has lost her job. It fucking sucks. I can see where she is coming from, she gave them their all, she put her marriage on the line, the relationship with her daughter and how did they thank her for it? By asking her to resign when she no longer gave them their all but took time to work on her relationships and spend time with her daughter.

It’s a bit of a tragedy, that she wanted it all and for a split second she had it, only for her to lose it all in the end. Losing her job drives the point home that she has officially lost everything. I mean, sure, Mira escaped from her marriage into her career, because in her career she didn’t feel the need to make herself small in an effort not to emasculate anyone, which is how she felt in her relationship with Jonathan and while losing the life she had with Jonathan was bearable, at first at least, she still had her job, she still had the security of that. The knowledge that she was good at what she did and needed there, but now she has lost that too and is watching her life spinning out of control. ( She’ll probs get a nice settlement and will still be well off but still, it stings ) It takes her a little while to admit but she felt like she was being replaced by someone younger, by someone more fun which is why she takes such offense later when Jonathan mentions that they’re older ( we’ll get to that ). 

That no doubt hits hard and Jonathan takes THAT FUCKING MOMENT to tell her, no less than thirty minutes after they had sex, that he no longer feels anything for her? That he no longer cares? ( And later he even expects her to be happy for him? What the fuck man?? ) Like don’t get me wrong I understand where he comes from, because it is no doubt liberating to him to have reached that point — BUT fucking her to try and prove to himself he is okay without her? C’mon that’s a low fucking blow and to rub it in her face when she’s already on the ground isn’t much better.

I mean sure she asked, but what the fuck man?

It’s no fucking wonder that she lashes out. She’s hurt. He hurt her so she tries to hurt him in return. They truly do bring out the worst in each other. Also, I absolutely love that she calls him out, that she asks if he only fucked her to prove to himself he doesn’t love her anymore and the hilarious part is that Jonathan doesn’t even acknowledge it because he knows that she has a point.

She isn’t wrong when she calls him a narcissist and says he doesn’t give a fuck about how, what he says makes her feel. At the same time, I love that Jonathan has reached a point where he can meet Mira as an EQUAL — bc they both are fucking egocentric narcissists but also, because that is what she needs. Someone who is her equal, which I think Poli in many ways is, the fact that they’re fighting and going to couples counseling at least speaks for him being able to call her out on her BS which for the longest time Jonathan wasn’t able to ( but Poli isn’t Jonathan and he isn’t who Mira wants, yes yes we’ll get to that ) which is what I think he aims for when he tells her he has detached himself from her enough to still be able to enjoy her and her company but to no longer be as emotionally dependent as he once was. He just choses the wrong fucking moment??

It’s a given that Mira lashed out and tried to hurt him and she hit a fucking nerve, Jonathan wouldn’t have gone off the way he did, if she didn’t. I mean it fucking stings to be told that she wasn’t sexually fulfilled — as if he wouldn’t know that already since she cheated BUT STILL and that she felt the need to hide a part of herself and instead of acknowledging that and listening to what she says — or to communicate, how he chides her what, five minutes earlier? He goes on and talks right over her, aiming for the same topic but from a completely different angle.

They can’t fucking communicate.

And man, despite everything, Mira STILL can’t bring herself to sign the papers even though he told her pretty much directly that he no longer wants her?? It’s tragic that she realized now, where Jonathan is done, or claims to be at least, that she isn’t.

She NEVER was fully available to Poli, no matter how hard he tried and how much he wanted to have a relationship, a family with her because she was still too hung up on Jonathan, because she couldn’t let him go, because even though she cannot be with him, she cannot be without him. The worst part is that she realized that she rather holds on to Jonathan than to try and build a family with Poli when she went to couples counseling with him. When she did with Poli what Jonathan asked her to do before she grabbed her things and ran.

And all that Jonathan WANTS to hear is that because she got dumped ( and lost her job ) she comes back running to him. Which is not the fucking case, she says that Poli took longer to accept that the relationship was over. If anything, Mira left him and she left him because she rather gives up on a future with Poli than giving on Jonathan. And it’s sad that, she is honest and vulnerable in that moment because she truly opens up and reveals something of herself and all he chooses to hear ( which is understandable considering where they stand BUT STILL ) is that she got dumped and chooses to come running back to him when she has wanted to come back to him this entire time but she’d been too blind to see it or acknowledge it— even though IT WAS OBVIOUS as fuck. I mean she even tells him that she has zero desire for a fresh start, that she wants what she used to have and I don’t think she would want her job back and would want to live in the marriage the way they did before she cheated but she wants back what she and Jonathan once had, because she still loves him and she knows he still loves her.

Jonathan pushing Mira right after they had sex to sign the settlement drives home the point that he is seemingly done. You know, one last fuck, a nice dinner and that’s it. When in truth he pushes her to sign the papers because he tries to convince HIMSELF that it’s for the better. I mean he tells her he is ready to tear the settlement up instead of signing them, but at the same time he knows they need to sign it because at the point they’re at right now, they would no doubt destroy each other would they go back to each other.

What I thought was interesint, was that he signed the papers only after Mira did, which I thought the entire time he had already done and that he was only waiting for her to do the same. Funny, that he pushed her to do something he hadn’t done himself yet, right? Looks like Mira isn’t the only one still hung up on what they once had.

And god, when he tells her he wants another child and that he is thinking about doing it without the attachment of a relationship and Mira asks if he thought that she might want to give him another child?? Like?? Girl why would he? Why would he even consider you? I understand fully why he didn’t but I get too why she asked because SHE IS still very much hung up on Jonathan, she had just made that much clear with telling him she chose him over Poli and the fact that she is ready, in a heartbeat, to give him another child, which is what she had denied Poli just underlines that??

And then she takes offense when he points out that they aren’t young anymore because she takes it as an insult ( considering the day she had I understand that though ) and because the concept of HIM having a child WITHOUT HER whether or not a romantic relationship is involved is one she doesn’t like one fucking bit, which is why she lashes out the way she does.

They bring out the absolute fucking worst in each other and yet they can’t get away from one another. Can’t be without each other.

I’m not saying that they’re prone to violence, but Jonathan had manhandled her before, when he wouldn’t let her pack her own suit case and pushed her away. They truly bring out the worst in each other. Neither Mira’s nor Jonathan’s actions here are excusable. They BOTH are just fucking awful and they reach their breaking point in that moment. And it’s awful and it’s painful, and they still love one another, which is the worst fucking part.

Like when Jonathan leaves, he for a moment looks ready to turn around and go back, to not have things end that way. Even now, even after that, they still cannot let go of each other. They can’t with and they can’t without each other.

Jessica and Oscar delivered again. I have no fucking words. Their skill and talent is unmatched. That last scene broke me and knowing it was them without a stunt coordinator hits even harder because they just fucking went for it?? And delivered this?? My heart is still bleeding.

HONESTLY, there is so much more that I could say but this already got super long hdhfjdkskdhf ( I’m sorry!! ) I’ll probs make another post soon because I got so many thoughts BUT STILL. What the fuck was that episode??? It feels so final?? So, well and truly over that I have absolutely no fucking clue what to expect from the next and actual final episode?? I just know that I need it NOW even though I’m terrified as fuck.

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