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lightlycareless · 3 months
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Hiii, can i request a scenario on how naoya (when he has reached a point where he loves wife!reader from an arranged marriage) would react to one day not being greeted at all when he comes home? It is completely silent, no response as he calls for her and is getting a bit worried as he starts searching the rooms. But then he sees her laying on the couch, shivering and sweating from a cold that’s so intense she’s barely lucid and can’t even tell he’s there and talking to her
Heya!!
So... I took some liberties when writing this, kind of went a completely different route (the sick part, alongside worried Naoya still remains though), it just occurred to me when reading your ask, but I hope it's still of your liking 🥺!!!
anyways, here are the warnings: mentions of death, miscarriage, a very concerned and overprotective Naoya, a bit of fluff, and everyone wants to spoil you rotten lol.
And without further ado, happy reading!
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“Y/N, I’m home!”
Home.
A word he never really cared for, always considering it sappy, alongside the fondness that was usually assigned to it, which Naoya couldn’t think of as nothing but ridiculous, if not hilariously overrated.
For many years, Naoya thought that a home was simply the place that one was raised in and that’s about it. Nothing of the sentimentality others liked to apply to it, brag about it…
Until, of course, he finally came to understand what the word meant; why it was so special, and why it was important to have one.
A home wasn’t made by the people he knew as family, blood related, found in the place he was forced to be in since he was born, and probably die in—no; it’s the one that was made by the people of his choice, people he met through his course of life, connected with, and now, cherished.
Amongst them, you.
He considered himself lucky to have found the love of his life, a concept he considered so… foreign, impossible for someone like him, if not a stupidity of delusional people desiring more from life.
So was Naoya destined to think for the rest of his existence, condemned by his same family to live a life of loneliness, hatred, and die the same way.
But you’d come to show him otherwise, shockingly, and unexpectedly, and in such a way he couldn’t even put up a fight, completely surrendering to you and the wonderful feelings that being in love with you provided.
Now that he’s experienced them, he couldn’t find the reason as to why his family would ever reproach such beautiful thing as harshly as they did—or that he believed them in the first place…
Well, that’s not something that bothers him anymore; the Zen’in clan could continue on in their hard stuck ways for all he cared; he, on the other hand, plans to spend the rest of his days alongside the woman of his dreams, starting by today, finally back in your arms after days of being pulled into pointless missions after pointless missions, which he would not hear of for a few weeks—having earned a well-deserved break for his consistently good performance.
Naoya even prepared accordingly for the occasion, having bought gifts from all the places he’d been to, as well as ideated ways to distract you from the boring estate and his nagging relatives he knows you don’t enjoy being around with, only tolerating them because they were, well, your in-laws, his family—with exceptions of those you do get along, and for them, he’s grateful that they do.
Ah, he couldn’t wait to see you, your face, and the adorable way it brightens up whenever receiving him.
To tell you of his day while resting his head on your lap, with you passing your fingers through his hair, gently soothing his stresses away as you reassure him that he’s the best sorcerer out there, he’s just… unlucky to bump into lesser talented ones.
Get something to eat too, he’d like his favorite for a start, miso soup—and perhaps have you feed it to him? God, it’s been a while since both have done that, and it’s not because he doesn’t like doing it, or you for that matter, but rather, he doesn’t want to risk being seen by others, it has to be in the utmost privacy, after all! He isn’t to be vulnerable in front of his family!!
Oh, he needs wishes to see you—right now. And he’s absolutely sure you’re feeling the same way…
If so… why hadn’t you responded? Why hadn’t you come to receive him in the same manner you’ve always done?
Naoya knows that his schedule can be a bit… unpredictable, making it difficult for you to know exactly when he’ll come back home—but even then, it didn’t take you that long to meet him after announcing his return.
You’d always come to the entrance, no matter if it happened right that moment, or a bit later; you just… did.
But today… it seems that you opted to break the routine by taking far longer than you usually do.
He’d remain attentive to his surroundings, hoping to either hear your approaching footsteps or voice softly calling for him at a distance, yet as time went on, he was received with neither…. And Naoya only begins to grow more worried.
Your husband tries to not jump to the worst conclusion just yet, opting to think that you were perhaps simply caught up tending to the house, maybe even partaking in an unwanted conversation with one of his relatives and having trouble brushing them off—for no matter the times you’d reminded them that your husband was back, and you needed to be there to receive him, still acted as if it wasn’t that important.
Things that implied that even when running late, you were still ok.
Yet…
“Y/N!” Naoya calls once again, hoping for a change…
Silence.
It’s by this time that he decides it’s better to search for you than to stand around and wait for you to magically appear.
Naoya begins by going into the main wing, eyes scanning through the gardens, your usual place of leisure when not busy, where you’d calmly enjoy the diligently tended for flowers (the ones he had changed to your favorite as soon as he found out which ones they were) while snacking on something, or in the company of your loyal staff—if that were the case of your absence, he understood why you didn’t answer.
But he wouldn’t find you near any of the gardens, or anywhere in fact! A statement that weighed even heavier upon finding out that the staff was in the same predicament as him, for when he asked a nearby servant of your whereabouts, he was received with the following answer:
“We haven’t seen her” Naoya’s heart sinks.
“What do you mean you haven’t seen her?” he breathes. “Where could my wife—did she—did she leave the estate?”
No. You… didn’t. Because that’s not what you told him you’d be doing a few hours ago, after letting you know he was on his way back home; if anything, you replied with how excited you were to see him again and that you’d be eagerly waiting for him!
So obviously, their words didn’t make sense. But if so… where were you?
Naoya now frantically searched for you through every wing, room, space, chamber, closet, just— anywhere, literally anywhere you could be while repeatedly calling out your name in hopes of getting a response, or even a glimpse of you; he doesn’t care what at that point, he’s happy with either!
Yet, the longer he went on without an answer, the bigger his sorrow became, to the point where his mind was machinating nothing but the worst-case scenarios, slowly losing his inhibitions as he repeatedly wondered Where were you? How come no one has seen you? Did he have to escalate this situation?
Just—Where are you, Y/N?!
Thankfully, there would be no need to pursue bigger solutions for he’d get his answer soon enough after entering the east wing, passing through the living quarters, and arriving to the laundry room, one of the last places he’d thought you’d be—rightfully guessing so, for you were there, apparently washing whatever garments you had pending, which you hadn’t been able to wash due to a variety of unknown reasons…
But far from feeling elated to have found you, Naoya felt as if whatever he had left of his heart was effectively broken, which felt short compared to the way he found you.
“Y/N!”
The sight that received him is one that will remain imprinted in the back of mind: you were laying on the floor, on your side, tightly clutching to your stomach as you breathed heavily, eyes tightly shut while groaning in what Naoya could only interpret as pain.
As if his worries weren’t through the roof at that point, this last conclusion is what urged Naoya to hastily make way to your side, swiftly kneeling to your level as he calls out for you once more.
“Y/N—Y/N” He’d breathe, firmly yet carefully placing his hands over you with intentions of picking you up, but his hold falters when his fingers briefly graze your skin, making him gasp in return. “Y/N you’re—you’re burning!”
This would be the only time you’d respond to him, barely able to move your head onto his direction, slightly opening your eyes to see him, a gaze that shows how much pain you were going through, barely able to understand what was going on, except for gently breathing the word that makes his heart squeeze out in pain.
“Na—Naoya…”
Any hesitation is effectively thrown out the window by that point, picking you up and rushing you towards their shared bedroom, all while barking orders to the nearby staff, demanding them to call for a doctor, as quickly as possible, unless they wanted to be jobless by the end of the day!
The staff reacts accordingly, and a few minutes later, the family doctor arrives to the estate, guided to your room and seeing that you were already being tended to, or at least that’s the idea he gets from the dampened towel on your forehead, undoubtedly in efforts of lowering your fever—which unfortunately, had been for nothing.
Well, he was there now, and he didn’t waste time either to get to work, quickly assessing your condition by the apparent symptoms, starting by your temperature, the color of your skin, and even the way you reacted to him while doing so, completely uncooperative—apparently, whatever put you in this state had evoked great instability from you, thus the doctor found it necessary to put you under sedatives.
But even when he was able to quickly gain control of the situation, the doctor still couldn’t arrive at a proper conclusion, less when the people around you had an even smaller idea of what struck you.
“I—I don’t know.” Naoya would respond, angrily, frustrated—and rightfully so. How come none of the servants had noticed your absence? Or worse, hadn’t seen anything that could hint as to what your sickness was about?! “Can’t you just—help her?!”
“That’s what I’m trying—I can’t help her if I don’t know what I’m dealing with.” The doctor responded as calmly as he could, but even he had to admit that everyone’s seeming ignorance annoyed him as well. “But I can still say that this seems much more than just a simple… sickness.”
“What do you mean?” Naoya frowns, the doctor looks at the nearby servants, tasked to be on stand-by if needed.
“I’d like to discuss this in private.” He tells them.
The servants don’t wait for Naoya to repeat the order before they’re already out the room and away from their earshot; a request that while didn’t raise any concerns from Naoya —if anything, he was glad their pesky, useless presence, was finally away from you— the doctor’s face was quick to convince your husband that something far worse than what met the eye.
And this made Naoya’s nerves reach a new limit.
“I told you; I don’t know what happened—” Your husband is quick to defend, believing the doctor was to interrogate him once more, only to be interrupted.
“You don’t need to tell me for me to know what happened.” He interjects, Naoya’s eyes widen.
“I’m lost.” Naoya scowls. “Stop talking cryptically and get on with it!”
“I’ve seen these symptoms before, Naoya. And as I said, these are not from a simple sickness, an allergy or any of the matter” He takes a deep breath. “I heavily suspect she was intoxicated—and not accidentally, but rather, intentionally.”
“Excuse me?” Naoya frowns.  “I told you to stop talking in riddles, say what you—”
“Poisoned, Naoya. I believe your wife was poisoned.”
Naoya’s world comes to a screeching halt.
You…
You were poisoned.
According to the doctor, you—You were attacked, besieged, with malicious intents.
Taken advantage of in the one place you’d never be on edge, your home, the same one he had repeatedly reassured your father that you’d be safe in—the Zen’in estate, home to the prestigious Zen’in clan! There was no safer place in the whole world! There couldn’t!
No one— no one wouldn’t dare do such a thing here—they knew better! Naoya would force them to now better…
Yet, someone dared to commit this transgression against you.
And to make it all worse….
Almost got away with it.
Who would even think of doing such transgression against you?! You?!
You had no quarrels with anyone, and even when you did, you handled things in such an amicable way just so you’d live peacefully, free of nonsensical arguments—you had no space for them in your life!
And yet, this still happened, and right underneath his nose….
There’s no doubt that he’ll put an investigation into order to find the bastard responsible for your suffering, and once he does, he’ll make him regret his existence, to the point he’ll have him begging for mercy—and even then, it wouldn’t be enough for Naoya.
However, that is something that will have to wait until he knows you’re safe, healthier, which the doctor had slowly began to help you with by giving you something that will immediately trap the poison from being further absorbed by your blood—activated charcoal, so he remembers— as well as some other prescriptions for side effects he wishes to prevent.
“Your wife was very lucky to survive, have you waited a second more—”
“I wasn’t waiting.” Your husband immediately responds, offended by his wording. “I wasn’t aware of this until I returned.”
The doctor presses his lips together, taking notice that throughout his whole visit, Naoya has never left your side, nor freed your hands from his.
“And I’m not surprised.” He silently admits.
Naoya hates the notion the doctor was implying, that this was an inside job. But considering the odd behavior of the staff, their seeming ignorance of your location and your status… it all pointed to that same conclusion.
The boiling fury inside him grows bigger.
“How could this be?” Naoya seethes.
How could someone get this far, this close to you, and no one suspecting a thing?
Your husband might’ve reproached the way the doctor expressed himself, but there was an undeniable truth behind them; he truly was lucky to have gotten back home just when he did, for had he taken a second longer, just one, you could’ve die—
Outside of that, the second most important question regarding this whole situation was…where was your staff? Why, of all days, were they absent?
Naoya is confident that if Mariya, your closest confidant, had been around, this would’ve never happened in the first place; the moment she saw anything out of the ordinary, she would’ve pulled all the stops and acted accordingly.
Yet, she was nowhere to be seen, and this makes Naoya both highly suspicious, and furious.
Where was she?  Where are the rest? Why would they leave you in your most needed time? Did they plan this? Plot against you?! Where the hell could they possibly—
“They’re going to be away for the weekend to visit their families.”
He suddenly remembers; you told him so earlier that week through a text.
“Will you be ok?” Naoya also remembers asking; he didn’t feel happy knowing you’d be alone without your most trusted staff.
“It’s just a few days, Naoya. Besides, they deserve a break! I don’t want them to get tired of me, you know?”  you laugh. “But you better come back quickly, ok? Just because they’re not around doesn’t mean I like being alone…”
“I won’t take long. I promise.”
If only he’d kept his word…
Well, if that was to be the answer to their absence, then it wasn’t fair to hold any level of animosity towards them, a weight being lifted from his burdened shoulders upon realizing your staff could strill be trusted in.  
Now all that was left to worry about is finding the culprit… and the status of that too.
“Is she ok?” Naoya would ask.
“She is, I managed to—”
“No, I mean… that.” Naoya’s voice hints to a silent agreement between the two. “Is… that ok?”
The doctor quickly catches what he means, affirming so by a nod. His reassurance lifts an immeasurable weight from his heart, even greater than the alleged betrayal of Mariya and the rest. One less thing to worry about.
“What now, then?”
“Since the damage was limited, to say the least, it won’t be necessary to move her to a hospital, however—”
She’s still in danger. Naoya concludes. More so if the attack came from someone inside… And what makes him think that just because he’s back they’ll stop trying?
If anything, seeing how close they got, they could try once again!
The mere thought is enough to push him into taking what is perhaps the most radical decision he could’ve taken in this situation, something that might come to torment him in the future, but until then, he won’t care, not even a bit; not when he had your safety to worry about:
That is… Naoya fired everyone, effective immediately.
He took no heed if any of them had been serving the family for years, if they were close friends of his father, or if their livelihood would be affected— Naoya just wanted them out of his sight, the estate, and as soon as possible, less they wanted to receive more of his anger, before continuing with the rest of his plan.
Due to the gravity of said situation, Naoya knew he had to contact your family; he also knew that you would’ve refuted the idea as soon as he mentioned it to you, not wanting to worry them if you’ve truly been attacked, but he couldn’t do this to your father; not when he was amongst the few people in the world he knew had your wellbeing as utmost priority— as well as holding a great amount of respect and appreciation for him, specifically for the way he welcomed him into your family.
Eiichi, your father, had to admit that getting a call from the Zen’in estate that didn’t come from you surely surprised him beyond any comprehension, and yet, that would be nothing compared to the shock he’d get upon knowing the motive behind said call; Naoya swore he almost heard your father passing out, or at least, in the process of.
“Poisoned?!”  Eiichi gasped, tightly clutching onto the phone—he might’ve as well passed out and dived into a nightmare! “Is she ok?! Where is she right now?”
“At the estate, with me—the doctor didn’t think it necessary for her to be hospitalized since he was able to stop the poison from spreading any further, but she still needs rest.”
“And the baby?”  the referenced secret between Naoya and the doctor; your pregnancy.
“Fine.” He breathes, swallowing. “The doctor didn’t tell me of any damage done to the baby…  but I’m—I’m still taking her to the doctor, just—just to be sure.”
“How could this happen?” Eiichi laments, heart breaking not only for you, but for Naoya as well. Your father knew all too well what it was to lose the love of his life, a pain that he would never desire on anyone, not even his own enemies…
One that he could slowly begin to hear in Naoya’s voice; oh, he could only imagine the pain he was going through, or what waited for him if he had lost not only you, but his child too.
But, well, the worst is over… at least for now.
“Someone from the staff did it.” Naoya declares, Eiichi’s heart sinks even further. “But I’ve taken care of it, I’ve fired everyone.”
And your father, contrary to Naoya’s relatives, did not question him. If anything, he seconded his decision, because had he been in your husband’s shoes, he would’ve done the same thing.
“Was her staff involved?” Your father asks, feeling a slight… anger with the idea that the ones you greatly cherished could’ve plotted against you.
“No, they were not; in fact, they were out of the estate when all this went down.” Naoya responds. “But I know that if they had been here, this would’ve never happened in the first place.”
“Bring her here, with me.” Eiichi immediately suggested, Naoya blinks, startled by the idea, if not against it.
“Father—"
“We can take care of her while she’s recuperating, take her to the doctor too. I’ll make sure that she has everything she needs. And not to misjudge your staff, or lack of, but the people here would never hurt her—they’ve known her since she was a child! There won’t be another safer place for her to be than here, Naoya. At least…  until she’s better.”
Previously, Naoya would’ve questioned the veracity of his words, done all he could to prove you were much better with him, but after this occurrence… he had to agree.
As much as it hurt him to know you’d be away from him, especially when you were pregnant… he knew this was the right decision to make. He couldn’t expose you to another similar situation—not even if he got a completely new staff… or if you didn’t want to leave.
So, Naoya accepts Eiichi’s suggestion, alongside buying him a ticket for the earliest available flight to Kyoto; a few hours later, your father would arrive to the estate, rushing to your side, keeping you company while tending to your every need as Naoya prepared everything for your departure.
When you eventually regained consciousness, you were (although a bit surprised) overwhelmingly elated to see your father visiting you, for it had been so long since you’d seen him, probably around the time you announced your pregnancy!
However, that excitement would soon diminish when Naoya told you why he was there… alongside the cryptic explanation of your “sickness.”
“It was an allergy.” Naoya would say, not wanting to stress you by the fact that you were intentionally poisoned, although that excuse did little to stop you from doing so. “Rare, but it can happen, especially with pregnant women.”
“An allergy…? But I didn’t…” you frown.
“It happened to your mother, once.” Eiichi followed Naoya’s lead. He hated lying to you, but… he concurred that keeping you safe, both mentally and physically, was worth doing so. “It’s nothing but hormonal changes, so don’t worry much about it.”
“I guess…” you frown, pressing your lips. “But that still doesn’t explain why I have to leave.”
“We need to check what caused your allergy” Naoya responds. “It might be something about the food, the flowers, or even the wood; I rather you be safe than to go through that scare again.”
“But is… all this really necessary?” Naoya gives you a tight smile and a nod. “Naoya, I—"
“It’s not all bad, Y/N.” Naoya says.
“Besides, don’t you want to spend time with your papa? It’s been so long since I’ve spent time with my adorable pumpkin!” Eiichi laments.
“Dad!” you gasp, flustered by his words. “Don’t—don’t say that in front of Naoya…”
“What? It’s true! And that’s all I’ve ever wanted to do since I learned I’m going to be a grandfather!”
“Stop it!” your face becomes redder. “You’re embarrassing me!”
Naoya chuckles; it’s not like he’s seen you in… worse situations. Or better?
“But… I guess a visit is overdue.” You eventually concede, Naoya and your father sigh out of relief. “Though what about Mariya, Haruko, and Hitomi?”
“They’ll go with you, if you want.” Naoya says; he doubts they’ll say no, especially after knowing of the whole fiasco that occurred when away, might even offer themselves before he suggests the idea.
“If I didn’t know any better, sounds like you want me gone.” You jest, Naoya frowns. “It’s a joke, of course…”
“There’s nothing more I would like than you staying here, but until we figure out what caused that reaction from you, I’d rather not risk it.”
“It’s only temporary, Y/N. Besides, look—I brought you gifts!” Eiichi says, taking out the bag he brought from home seemingly out of nowhere, filled with things he knew you’d love, such as sweets, your favorite mochi’s of course, alongside some plushies that would always brighten your day when you were a child. “And there’s much more back home…”
Naoya can’t help but feel relieved you had your father for support, but at the same time, a bit jealous and, well, threatened. Not for bad reasons, of course, it was simply because how the hell did he not think of bringing you gifts first?!
“Dad… you’re embarrassing me in front of Naoya.”
“Ah, that’s a parent’s bane, isn’t it? To always embarrass their children—you’ll see what I mean when you both have your baby.”
Perhaps the main reason why you ended up agreeing to leave was because your pregnancy did not seem affected by your supposed allergy; had it been you would’ve refused to leave your husband’s side!
… Well, you still would’ve refused either way, but perhaps a bit more. You hate the idea of being away from the father of your child for too long, after all.
“I don’t think so—Naoya and I are going to be the cool parents, you’ll see.”
“That’s what your mom and I thought, and look at me now, can’t even say anything without you telling me I’m embarrassing you!” Eiichi says, you chuckle.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, mom was cool! You were always the funny one!”
Naoya smiles.
Now he knows for sure that there’s no safer place for you to be in than with your family, even if that were to be on the other side of the country…
After Naoya prepared everything for your departure, the three eventually made way to the exit, where you and your father would bid their last goodbyes.
“Won’t you accompany me?” you ask, a slight pout on your face, he smiles in hopes to cheer you up, but really, he felt miserable.
“I want to, but I can’t.” He explains. “I have to deal with this as fast as possible if you’re to come back quickly.”
“… Will you visit me over there, at least?” you frown.
“Yes. As soon as I have a chance, I’ll go see you.” Naoya promises.
It had all been too soon, just a few hours ago he arrived at the estate, and now, you’re leaving. Naoya laments that he couldn’t spend a day with you before your departure… but he guesses this to be a rightful sacrifice for your well-being.
“I wouldn’t dream of keeping away from my wife and baby for too long.”
At those words, Eiichi couldn’t help but frown out of sorrow.
It wasn’t fair that neither of you had been able to enjoy this wonderful occasion as you should.
He still remembers the excitement in your voice, the glint in your eye, and the beaming smile on your lips when announcing your pregnancy—alongside the nerves that came with it, of course, which Eiichi eased by reminding you and Naoya that their enthusiasm was nothing but indicative they were already on their way of becoming the loving and supportive parents their baby needed.
But as excited as both were, Eiichi had to cruelly put a stop to their celebrations, especially after Naobito was made aware of this, who wished to proceed by announcing the news to the whole community.
“I have to disagree, Naobito.” Eiichi would be the first to reject the idea, much to everyone’s surprise—yours, specifically.
“And why is that?” He’d ask back, not understanding why the father of the expecting mother, of all people, would be the one to reject so.
“It’s best if Y/N keeps her pregnancy a secret, at least… until it’s undeniably noticeable.”
“But… why, dad?” you asked. This was a moment of absolute joy, to be treated as such! So why did he intend to keep it a secret? Was he… disappointed?
No. Never. He was nothing but happy to see you happy and become a grandfather himself for the first time in his life!
But as a man of his years, he’s learned to be cautious of how said blessings are to be celebrated, as well as seen his fair share of happiness turn sour… things that Eiichi would rather take upon him than allow them to ever befall you.
“Because there’s people out there that might try to hurt you—or the baby.”  He’d explain. “Naobito cannot not deny this, but if anyone hears that you’re pregnant with the Zen’in heir’s baby, those that want to hurt the Zen’in clan, or our family, will see this as the perfect opportunity to do so.”
“I’d never allow such thing, rest assured, there’s no safer place than—” Naoya quickly interjects, wanting to reassure your father, but Eiichi was set on his warnings.
“I wouldn’t have said this if I didn’t see it myself.” Eiichi reminds him, Naoya swallows. “We live in a highly competitive world due to the nature of our families; I’ve lost my wife because of this! And I’d be damned to allow it to happen again to my daughter.”
He hated to remind you of the harsh truth; hated to see how your face would sadden, the excitement for your first child, his first grandchild, quickly disappearing…
“Why would someone do that?” you murmur, frowning.
“They wouldn’t dare—I’ll make sure of it.” Naoya hisses.
Eiichi remained silent, sad for you and your husband. Because even if you’ve experienced first-hand what it is to lose someone through these matters, both have yet to fully understand the extremes those supposedly loyal to them can go to if properly incited. Especially for someone who had so much to lose, just as the elite members of prestigious Zen’in clan.
Even then, your father would not allow such pain to reach you, not the same way it almost did to him and your mother, so, he insisted you keep these news secret from the world—and if you must, only if you must, reveal it to your most faithful ones; the rest could learn when your stomach was too big to deny.
If you do so, keep your baby hidden from the world, safe from those that harbor nothing but pain and sorrow… all will be fine. Eiichi promises so.
Or so, that’s what everyone hoped would’ve happened, because if there’s one thing to be learned from this incident, is that no matter how cautious you were, word of your pregnancy still managed to land in the wrong ears, and now, were actively against it.
The question no longer pertained as to how, but rather, who; who was the author of this terrible act?
The notion that someone of Naoya’s relatives, indirectly informed through Naobito’s… drunken rambles, soon crosses the minds of your father and husband. If so, it would make sense as to why they’d use an innocent staff member to do the deed, keep their hands clean of the whole situation, instead of going to bigger extremes.
It’s the most probable of the theories, but they could not annul the following: jealousy from the servants.
Naoya considered that statement to be the most delusional one your father could’ve gathered, but he’d be wise to remember how others perceive him—or more like what he represented. It wouldn’t be too far-fetched that others would desire what he had, or him, in some cases. And naturally, you’re an obstacle to that goal, your baby even more so…
It wasn’t fair, but it was your reality.
Nonetheless, Eiichi and Naoya will still do whatever it takes to keep you safe.
“It’s just for a few days, pumpkin.” Your father would say upon seeing the sadness in your face, which remained even when reassured that Naoya would be with you as soon as possible. “Besides, you’re going to see your brother and sister too—they’ve missed you very much, you know? They’ve been wanting to spoil you and their future niece, or nephew!”
You smile, it’s good that even when in the storm, your family is still able to exude happiness. You could only imagine how enthusiastic they’d be when the baby was finally here.
“I know… I missed them too.” You admit, before looking over to Naoya one last time. “Well… I hope that whatever is keeping you here is quickly dealt with.”
“You won’t even notice I’m gone.” Naoya promises, placing a kiss on your forehead. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about anything—before you know it, you’ll be back at the estate, with me.”
That’s a promise he unfortunately, doesn’t know if will become true inside the promised timeline, but will do anything in his power so it does.
Either way, it’s safe to say that Naoya did manage to keep one part of his promise—and that would be the one where he reassured you wouldn’t even notice his absence, done through sending you endless amounts of gifts, every day, effectively filling your room to the brim with all things he’d knew you’d like, and some for baby too: from clothes for you, to cute onesies he’d like his baby to wear when she was finally here.
“You still think the baby is going to be a girl?” you’d ask through one of the many videocalls he’d make—one daily, at the very least. “Wait a minute… you better not have spoiled me!”
“I just know” He reiterates with shrug; you roll your eyes. “If not, then I’ll have lots of things to return.”
“Well, if it’s worth anything, I also feel like our baby is going to be a girl.” You smile, warming up Naoya’s heart. “I can’t wait to meet her—I just know she’s going to have your eyes!”
“Or yours, I hope.” He longs, you blush. “Have you been eating well, my love?”
“Yes; and no allergies yet.” You explain, Naoya feels relieved—at least the problem didn’t follow you there. “Maybe I was just unlucky that day, Naoya… Are you sure I can’t return to the estate yet?”
“Not until I’m sure you’re going to be safe here.” Naoya responds, and while his words are meant to be comforting, you can’t shake off the sense that something worse happened; that something far bigger than a simple allergy had struck you, specially with the way your staff and family would act around you, going as far as denying you of any information pertaining to the Zen’in.
But… if your husband had a reason to not say anything now, then the best you could do is trust him. The truth will come out eventually, you suppose. So instead you could focus on other pressing matters.
“Well, at least don’t send me too many gifts.” You continued. “While I appreciate them, between you and my father, I don’t think my house has enough room to store all the things you’ve both given me.”
“Who’s given you more things? Me or your dad?” Naoya nonchalantly asks, you gasp.
“Naoya! That’s not the—take it seriously! Control yourself with the gifts, ok?” you say, he chuckles, but ends up agreeing; at least until the topic has quieted down, because there’s no way in hell he’s going to let your father win the upper hand like that one day ever again. “Or at least save them to when I’m back at the estate… which I hope is soon.”
“Almost there.” Naoya says. “Just a few more things, and we’ll be together once again.”
… even if the answer was to be the same, you still needed to ask.
“Is… everything ok?”
Not precisely, not when he has yet to find out the one responsible for all this…
But he’s gotten a lead, an idea of where to start, of who to hunt—which he knows he’ll find in record time thanks to the fury he harbors, further motivating him to do this as quickly and precisely as possible just so he’d have you back home, with him.
“Nothing you should worry about.” He reiterates. “Just keep focusing on your health, the baby, and not doing anything strenuous.”
“I’m just pregnant, Naoya… nothing extraordinary. I still want to help around., you know?”
“I know, and you’ll be able to do that and more in due time, but for now, keep safe, for me, ok? And our little mochi.”
“When will I see you again?” you ask again, hoping that perhaps this time around, the answer will be different.
“Soon.” He promises. “Soon, my love.”
Once he deals with the bastard that hurt you.
Naoya will give them nothing but a glimpse of the sorrow and pain they’d put you through, his fury—make their life a living hell, make them regret the foolish idea that they could ever get away from it; and still, he doesn’t think he’ll be satisfied with his revenge.
He’d want more, he’d want everyone to know that his family are not ones to mess around with.
He’d burn the whole world to set the message across if necessary—and that would only be the bare minimum for you, the love of his life, and now, his baby…
His home.
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Breakout - Round Four
Pairing: Boxer!Joel Miller x Fem!Reader
Summary: You and Joel wonder if everything will be different in the morning.
Rating: Explicit 18+ (By proceeding to read beyond this warning, you are agreeing that you are 18 years or older)
Series Content: Alternate Universe - No Outbreak, Explicit Smut, Age Gap, Secret Relationship, Workplace Shenanigans, Jealous/Asshole/Abusive (not physically) Boyfriend/Ex, Risk of Getting Caught, Fighting (Obv), Teacher/Student Dynamic, Best Friend's Dad, References to Drinking
Word Count: 5.8K
A/N: Ding ding! Round four! Appreciate the patience and I promise I will have Part 5 out next weekend! Thank you as always to @frannyzooey, who is the best cheerleader and beta even when I'm blindfolded. LOL
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Slow.
He’s going to take this slow. 
Even if last night he’d been prepared to sprint as soon as you gave him the signal, even if he’s not sure he’s ever wanted anything as bad as he wanted you on that couch, he’s going to take it slow. He’s going to —
“Morning, Dad!”
Joel jumps at the sound of Sarah’s voice as she strides into the kitchen. Half from genuine surprise at being so abruptly pulled from his thoughts and half from jitters at already having downed two very strong cups of coffee. Or was it three? 
“Morning, baby girl,” he mumbles, his voice gritty with exhaustion that he tries to swallow with another sip of coffee. “Everything alright?”
Everyone alright is what he wants to ask, looking back towards the hall for you as Sarah ducks her head into the fridge. 
“Everything’s good,” she replies, reappearing with orange juice and the half-empty carton of eggs. “Don’t worry, she’ll be down in a minute.” 
Joel’s head swings quickly in Sarah’s direction, searching her face for some sign of how much she knows, but all she does is give him a smile and nudge him out of her way. 
“That’s good,” he says, still watchful while he leans against the counter. “You both manage to get some sleep?”
“Eventually.” She cracks a few eggs into a bowl before reaching for a frying pan. “Had a good rant first. Oh, by the way, I told her that you would be happy to give her a ride.” 
Joel chokes on his coffee, although the sound is mostly covered by clang of the pan landing on the stove. “What?”
Sarah looks at him as if he’s missing the obvious. “I told her you’d give her a ride? Since Tyler left her car at the gym? That’s okay, right?”
“Course,” Joel says, recovering, “Course it is.”
The corner of Sarah’s mouth quirks up though she otherwise keeps her attention on her scrambled eggs. “Good.”
For the few more minutes it takes her to finish cooking breakfast and dish it out onto three plates, he debates coming clean. And maybe he would if he knew what to say.
Sure you’d seemed interested in something with him last night but would you feel the same way this morning? He wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t. If you were upset about how he had acted (even if he hoped you weren’t). Or if you were sad about how things ended with Tyler (even if he was a fucking prick).
Joel didn’t want to be another source of stress. Or a regret. 
“Are you alright?” Sarah asks him as she hands him a plate. “You’re quiet this morning.” 
He arches a brow as he looks at her. 
She laughs, turns and walks to sit at the kitchen table. “More than usual.”
He needs to talk to you first, see if he still has something he actually needs to share…In the meantime, what good would it do to ease his conscience if all it did was burden Sarah with something she didn’t need to carry?
“Just tired,” he says, walking over and dropping into the seat next to her as he tries to guide the conversation to safer ground. “You have a lot of homework to do tonight?”
“Not much,” she replies, beginning to push her eggs around her plate like she used to do when she was little. “Actually, dad, I did want to talk to you about school.”
Any relief he might have felt over the successful subject change evaporates at the sudden uncertainty in his daughter’s voice.
“What about it? You having trouble in a class? You need me to go talk to someone?”
“No, no, you don’t have to. It’s, um…” Sarah turns in her seat so that she’s facing him, her eyes on his. “I’m not sure if I’m…” A beat of silence passes before she sighs and turns back to her plate. “I’m not sure if I’ll be able to come to the gym much for a while. With finals next week and my shifts at the bookstore.”
Joel frowns. “Well, that’s okay. School comes first. I could do some practice tests with you tonight if you want.”
“Sure,” she says, nodding and giving him a half smile. “That’d be great. Thanks.” He’s opening his mouth to prod further just as she stands and clears her plate. “I should probably get going. Don’t want to be late for work.” 
“Sarah.” Joel stands, too, though he leaves his still untouched plate where it is. “Are you sure you’re—”
“I’m good. I’ll see you later.” She kisses him on the cheek as she breezes past and shouts a goodbye to you up the stairs. Then she’s out the door and gone while Joel stands in his kitchen with the very distinct feeling that he’s not the only one playing something close to the vest.
“Damn it,” he mutters to himself, not having much time to consider it further before he hears footsteps in the upstairs hall.
Slow. He’s going to take this slow.
*****
Last night had been one of those nights where no matter how many times you closed your eyes you’re certain you never actually slept. 
Your fight with Tyler. Your moment on the couch with Joel. You’d replayed each more times than you could count and with far more detail than the abridged version of your evening that you had provided Sarah.
“You absolutely did the right thing,” she had reassured you at all the right moments. “It’s the right choice.”
Her unflinching support had only made you feel more guilty about all the things you were keeping from her, about one of the reasons why you were handling the breakup so well. The same one currently looking up at you from the foot of the stairs.
His hair messy and his t-shirt wrinkled, Joel looks as if he got every bit as much sleep as you did, though you’re certain he wears his exhaustion better than anyone should. 
God, he’s so handsome.
“Hey,” you say, voice unsteady as you land on the second to last step and a surge of nerves prevents you from going any further. 
“Hey,” he repeats back. “You alright?
As he asks the question, his eyes drop momentarily from your face, skimming over you as if to check for himself that you are still in one piece. 
You nod, reflexively moving to smooth the front of your own shirt only to be reminded that it is not in fact yours. It’s his. You’re still wearing the clothes he gave you to sleep in. The ones you had buried your face in for the feel and the smell of them last night as you tossed and turned, chasing the memory of what it had been like to be close to him…to be beneath him. 
God, had you really come out of his bathroom dressed in his clothes and crawled into his lap? The same night you’d broken up with your boyfriend? He must think you’re–
“Sorry,” you say, feeling your face heat. “I was hoping to find someone to switch shifts with me.”
“Find anybody?” His voice is low and even, but you still wonder if he regrets offering to drive you home in the first place last night. It hadn’t seemed like it then, but what if this morning…Maybe everything still looks different in the morning even if you never sleep.
“No luck,” you tell him, and when you see him start to move for his keys by the door, you stop him by adding, “I still don’t have to be in for a couple hours. I can get out of your hair though if you have–I mean I’m sure you have things to do.”
“Not particularly.” Joel tilts his head, eyes narrowing, and you wonder if you should turn around, head right back up the stairs, and try all of this again. Instead you ask, “Was that Sarah leaving just now?”
“Yeah,” he says, glancing towards the door. “Was in a hurry this morning.”
“I didn’t tell her,” you say abruptly, and when his eyes swing back to yours, you find yourself continuing to fumble, “About us, I mean. Not that there is an us. I didn’t tell her about the…” Unable to get the word out, you start pointing in the direction of the living room. “About the, um…”
His eyes stay on yours, his voice low as he finishes for you, “About me laying you down on my couch?”
You nod, swallowing hard, trying to figure out what to say or how to move forward. Or how to go back. 
Back to the night before when everything had seemed so crystal clear to you. When you had known exactly what you wanted, and for maybe the first time in your life, you had actually went for it. So sure of yourself. So sure of him, but now…
“I’m sorry,” he tells you softly, sighing as your heart sinks. “I shouldn’t have gotten carried away like that.”
“No,” you tell him, stumbling forward to the bottom step. “No, I’m the one who—Everything was such a mess. All that stuff with Tyler, and then you brought me back here, and you were so wonderful, and I took up your whole night, and then I—” Oh, God, are you going to cry? “I’m so sorry, Joel. I’m—”
He steps forward and the boost you’re getting from that last step puts you at just the right height to look into his eyes when he cups your face, to see that he means it when he tells you, “Hey, I wanted you here with me. I wanted you taking up my whole night, understood?”
You nod, laughing when it only brushes your face against his wide palms. “I wanted that, too.”
He grins, looking years younger than when his expression is set in its usual seriousness, then he leans forward to press a kiss to the crown of your head just as he’d done the night before. At the touch, your eyes flutter closed, and you let out a sigh, feeling far less anxious than you had before. 
“C’mon, you hungry?” he asks when he pulls away, and when you nod, he guides you into place against his side, walking with his arm around you towards the kitchen. 
“These are probably cold,” he says, grabbing for the seemingly abandoned plate of eggs once he gets you situated at the table. He combines them with another plate still on the counter before popping them in the microwave for a few seconds, going to the fridge for juice, to the cabinet for glasses. 
In your pocket, your phone vibrates, and you silence it again only for it to start buzzing a moment later. This time you press your thumb hard against the power button, breathing a sigh of relief when the screen goes dark and his name disappears.
Your attention switches back to Joel, to watching him go through the motions. And it’s easy to let yourself picture him doing the same on a hundred different mornings, a younger version of him trying to get both himself and Sarah out the door. Trying to figure out how to do it all on his own. 
“What did you want to be?” you ask him when he sets a new plate and a glass in front of you, and he gives you a questioning look as he drops into the seat next to you with his own food. 
“On the drive over to my apartment last night,” you remind him, “you said you didn’t always want to be a boxer. That it was just the option that presented itself. What did you want to be instead?”
“Oh, I, uh…” He trails off, buying himself some time by taking a bite of eggs, and you wonder if it’s too personal of a question to ask until he says, “Actually, I wanted to be a musician.”
Of all the answers he could have given you, somehow that one was the last you would’ve guessed. Not that it didn’t seem to fit in a way…You remember the music posters you’d caught a glimpse of through his bedroom door though you can’t seem to remember any of the bands. Probably because you’d gotten distracted by the sight of his bed.
You shift in your seat and hope you imagine the way your voice is a bit more breathy when you ask him, “What kind of music?” 
“Folk music. Rock, mostly.”
You mull that over as you take a bite of your own eggs, slightly rubbery from being reheated, but since you can’t remember the last time you had a meal you didn’t make yourself, you’re not about to complain.
“Do you still play?”
He shakes his head, and you feel a strong tinge of disappointment for him. And for you. “Not for a long time.”
“Why not?”
“I used to try to play back when I was still fighting, but my fingers were usually banged up from sparring and eventually I just…stopped.” He leans back in his chair and flexes his fingers out in front of him. “Probably could now but not really sure I have it in me to make a go at turning it into a career anymore.”
“So play for fun,” you tell him, reaching out and covering his right hand with your left, palm to palm when he sets your interlocked fingers to rest against his thigh. 
“Not sure I’m familiar with that concept,” he says, and the teasing in his tone almost distracts you from the heartbreaking truth that likely resides in that statement.
“Not sure I am either,” you admit, thinking back on the last few years. “But I bet we could figure it out.”
“Yeah.” He rests his chin on the top of your head when you lean against the solid comfort of his shoulder. “Bet we could.”
*****
Before he’s ready, Joel finds himself once again driving through the streets of downtown Austin, buildings whipping by until the unwelcome faded exterior of the gym comes into view. He scowls at it while he passes by and turns into the alley to the back lot, his hand in your lap as you rub absentmindedly and soothingly over his palms and knuckles as you talk.
He likes hearing you talk, the rise and fall of your voice as you sit with him at the kitchen table or stand with him at the kitchen sink. Insisting on helping with the dishes before you went to change into the clothes he’d washed for you the night before.
As nice as you look back in your jeans and light-colored blouse, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t miss the sight of you in his dark t-shirt. If thinking about stripping you out of it himself wasn’t also one of the things he’d done last night when he couldn’t sleep.
“Keep it,” he’d muttered when you offered it back to him just before leaving, the pretty way your breath had hitched and you’d hugged it back against your stomach making him want to take you upstairs instead of taking you to your car.
Slow. There would be time for that. When he could take his time with that.
When the parking lot comes into view, you point in the direction of one of the few cars parked back there, though he could have probably guessed by the process of elimination. 
Sunday mornings, especially those after a fight, have never been particularly busy, and Joel’s grateful that today doesn’t seem to be an exception since most attendees are likely still sleeping it off instead of coming in for a workout. 
Briefly he wonders if Tyler is still asleep, or if he’s had a chance to wake up and get the fuck out of your apartment like you’d asked. Something Joel would still be more than happy to help him with if he needed some extra incentive.
Joel pulls up alongside your car, reluctantly throwing the truck into park, and he’s about to ask if he can call you after you’re done with work when he hears you mutter, “Oh, shit.”
Immediately, he’s scanning for whatever had prompted the reaction, looking quickly to you for a direction to focus on when he notes your head is actually in your hands instead of turned towards a threat.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, shifting his body to face you while still keeping an eye on the surrounding lot. “You alright?”
“My keys,” you say, dragging your hands down your face. “I forgot I don’t even have my keys. I never got them from Tyler.”
“He took a cab, right?” Joel asks, thinking back. “Charlie probably has them. He usually confiscates them once he becomes concerned that one of his assets may be at risk of damaging themselves.” 
“Oh.” You relax back into the seat again. “Yeah, I think he did say Charlie had his keys. I’m so sorry. I guess it just totally slipped my mind…”
“You’ve had a few things going on in the last twenty-four hours,” he reminds you, hating how quick you always are to apologize. He squeezes your hands in his before he lets go and unbuckles his seatbelt. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll run in and get them from his office.”
As stupid as it sounds, he feels better being able to do something for you. Even something as small as this.
“Be right back.”
Joel looks around once more as he gets out, glances back to see you still sitting in the cab of his truck once he makes it to the door. Then he heads inside. 
Apart from the occasional sound of weights dropping and the sound of fists on bags, the interior of the gym is mostly still as he makes his way to Charlie’s office. His long strides uninterrupted as he avoids any opportunity for conversation, he anticipates being in and out in only a couple minutes, especially once he finds Charlie’s office conveniently unlocked and only a few sets of detained keys in the desk drawer.
Though he’s not one hundred percent certain, he would be willing to bet significant money that the ones with the sunflower keychain are yours. So he snatches them up before heading back out the same way he came, studying the small flower as he walks instead of watching for any other obstacles that might be appearing in his path. Which is exactly how he trips up on one.
“Joel.”
His head jerks up as he hears Charlie’s voice boom out in front of him, and he quickly tucks the keys out of his sight in his pocket before returning the greeting.
“Didn’t expect to see you already this morning,” his boss says, not bothering to hide his curiosity. “Something have you eager to be back?”
“I’m not planning on sticking around,” Joel replies, dodging the question as he tries to likewise sidestep the person who asked it. “But I’ll be back later to break down the bleachers.”
He only makes it a few steps before Charlie is saying his name again, and hearing the persistence in it, Joel stops and turns, resigned to at least a full minute of bullshit before he can get on his way.
“Funny thing,” Charlie says, shoving his hands in his pockets and taking a step forward. “I had a call this morning from Tyler. Really upset.”
Suddenly listening more intently, Joel says nothing in response, including trying not to look caught off guard that Tyler had already run to the boss. Figures.
“I guess he and his girl had a pretty big fight when he got home last night,” Charlie tells him, his face creasing with apparent concern. “Bad enough that she’s kicked him out.”
“Shame,” Joel mutters, not bothering to act surprised now while his left hand is still holding your keys in his pocket. “Well, I’d better get goin–”
“He’ll be staying with me for a few days until they hopefully work things out,” Charlie continues, shaking his head slightly at the tragedy of it all. “Tough thing. Although I’m sure you know that better than anyone.”
This is the thing that’s always makes Joel crazy about Charlie, the way he dances around the fucking topic with that salesman schtick instead of just coming straight out with it. 
“I know what better than anyone?”
“What it’s like to be distracted by things at home,” Charlie says, his tone implying that it should have been obvious. “How challenging that can be on a young fighter’s career.”
Joel’s jaw tenses, his right hand tightening. Of course, that’s what this is about. Charlie never had gotten over the belief that as impressive as Joel’s career had been, it could have been even more so if he hadn’t had the distraction of being a single parent. Of needing to be home for things like bedtime and homework and soccer games instead of spending every second in either the ring or the gym. 
“I’m sure he’ll be just fine…” Joel leaves off the unfortunately, though judging by the hardening look on Charlie’s face, it still manages to get conveyed just fine.
“For some reason, Tyler seems to think that you’re mixed up in this, but I have assured him that’s not the case. That you were just giving her a ride home and that one of my trainers would never–”
“If Tyler has a problem with me,” Joel says evenly, “then perhaps Tyler should talk to me about it.”
“Yes, because I’m sure that would go well,” Charlie snaps, and for a moment, he looks every bit his age. Every bit the beaten down owner of a broken down gym on its last legs. “Look, I need him happy. I need Tyler kept happy, Joel. If he goes to another gym, I will be fucked. We clear?”
Well, look at that, Charlie could be direct.
*****
You’re leaning against Joel’s truck while you wait for him, unable to sit any longer in the truck once the minutes had started ticking by.
Were your keys not there? Had he run into someone? God, had he run into Tyler? Maybe you should go check?
Slipping your phone out of your pocket again, you look at the time, reassuring yourself that you’re not cutting it too close while also avoiding the number of missed calls, voicemails, and texts that you have sitting there waiting. Unfortunately none of them from someone who was willing to swap shifts and give you a day off. 
Of course, you’re not even really sure what you would have done if you did have the day off. Not that you don’t have a few ideas of how you would have liked to spend it. 
Would it be too much to ask him if you could see him again tonight? You know you need to figure things out but–
As if to emphasize the point, your phone starts buzzing again, and you shove it back out of sight into your pocket as a wave of dread sweeps over you.
You can’t avoid it forever. Just like at some point you and Joel will have to talk to Sarah if this goes any further. 
Your phone rings out and starts again, and you reach into your pocket to shut it off with a low curse. However, when you look up again, Joel is finally stepping out from the gym, and you have a new concern to worry about.
He looks…intense. Different from the more relaxed version of him that you’d known all morning and more like the version of him you’d seen in those articles you found a while ago. Or more recently, when he’d been staring Tyler down at your apartment.
Ruthless. Joel Miller is ruthless, you remember reading, and right now, he looks it. 
As he comes closer, your stomach flips but not because you’re afraid. Quite the opposite. Already believing through what you’d heard from Sarah and through what you’d seen for yourself, that while he would gladly use that intensity for you, he would never use it against you. 
“Hey,” you say, stepping towards him to close the remaining distance, “everything okay?”
He nods, glancing back at the building and ticking his jaw to the side. “Just ran into Charlie.”
“But not…”
“No, not Tyler,” Joel tells you, correctly guessing at your concern. “But apparently Tyler is going to go stay with him for a while.”
“Really?” You’re relieved, hoping it means you won’t come home to Tyler still there even if he is blowing up your phone. “What else did he say?”
Joel looks at you, letting out a deep breath before reaching up and tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “Nothing important.”
There’s a weighted pause as his eyes stay on yours, watching you closely as his fingers continue to skim behind your ear and down your jaw. Guiding you to lift your chin as he bends his own head lower, holding you there as he holds himself back.
“Yes,” you murmur to the unspoken question in his gaze, about to repeat it before his mouth crashes hard against yours and suddenly you’re right back to where you’d been the night before. Everything else falling away but him as you lose yourself in it, sway slightly from the force of it, your fingers grasping the front of his shirt in a futile attempt to steady yourself.
Pulling him closer at the same time that he presses himself into you, you stumble back until he has you against the truck, the sun-warmed metal through the back of your shirt not heating your blood nearly as much as the man in front of you.
His mouth is soft but urgent, his touch gentle but possessive. Something that cradles you as much as it breaks you apart.
Joel Miller kisses the way you always thought it would feel like to be kissed. Hoped that it would be before you resigned it to books and movies and daydreams. He kisses you like he wants to, like he needs to and like you need it just as bad in return.
You arch against him in an attempt to get even closer, your arms around his neck and your fingers in his hair as his own dig into your hips, shifting you so that the hard press of his thigh is situated between yours. You gasp at the contact, rolling your hips and opening your mouth wider for him when he demands it, letting him claim you as his in whatever way he wants.
God, if this is how he kisses, how does he–
“Fuck,” he mutters, and you smile, grinning wider when he notices it and does the same. “Really was telling myself I was goin’ to try to take this slow.”
You’re still smiling as you catch your breath and nose along his cheek, pausing at the bare patch in his beard that you’d noticed the night before. “Does taking it slow include seeing me tonight?”
“If you want it to,” he murmurs, turning so he can catch your mouth again. “You want to call me after you get done with work?”
“Work?” You’re still in a haze, drunk on him and the nearly giddy feeling of excitement as you think about getting to see him again. But slowly, reality does break in.
You shove at him as he laughs, your hand fumbling for your phone in your pocket before you remember you shut it off and grab for his watch instead. 
“Shit, I have to go,” you tell him once you see the time, and he nods before slipping your keys out of his pocket. 
Ever the gentleman, even if he’s just had you breathless against his truck in broad daylight, he unlocks your car door before opening it, ushering you inside, holding out your keys and his gray t-shirt that he grabs from the cab. 
When you wrap your hand around them, he tugs you forward one more time, kissing you to the point that you’ve almost forgotten all about work again before he breaks away. 
“Call me when you’re done,” he murmurs close to your ear, and you nod, loving that he can’t help but kiss you one more time before he steps away and shuts your door. 
Aren’t you supposed to be sad the day after a break up? you ask yourself again as you pull away, watching him lean against his truck and watch you go until the last possible second. Aren’t you supposed to feel like the world is ending?
Because all you feel is like your life is finally beginning, like you’re finally done just waiting for something to start. All you feel is happy. So unbelievably happy and free that all through your shift, you wonder if people can see it beaming out of you. 
You hope so. Just as you hope time starts to move faster because you can’t wait to get back to your locker to call him. Practically sprint for it once it’s finally time, already having his number dialed when you step out onto the sidewalk to head back to your car.
“Guess you do have your phone.”
Your stomach drops, every bit of warmth you had evaporating in the chill that comes from that voice. 
“Tyler,” you say warily, reaching into your pocket and threading your keys between your fingers. Amazing how quickly you can go from planning your life with someone to not wanting them near you. “What are you doing here?”
He pushes away from your car, slowly approaching with his hands in his pockets. “Well, when you didn’t come home, I got worried. Then you didn’t answer my calls.”
“I didn’t want to talk to you,” you snap at him, an anxious thrum crawling up your spine. “And I still don’t.”
You turn on your heel, intending to head back to the restaurant and ignoring him calling after you. 
“Babe, please, can we talk about this? Don’t you think you’re overreacting here? I don’t even know why you’re upset.”
Your temper flares, and you pivot back in his direction. “You’re really going to pretend you don’t know? Seriously?” 
“You know how I get when I’m drinking,” he says, voice pleading as he takes another step forward. “You know I say things I don’t mean. I’m sorry you’re upset, but can we talk before you throw away years of—”
“Years of what, Tyler?” you interject, getting angrier. “Years of doing everything for you? Years of killing myself while you chase your dream? Years of putting my own life on hold?”
“We can talk about all of that,” he offers, hands held out in front of him. “Things will be different.”
“Yeah, guess they will,” you say back, still holding your head high as you start to walk away again. “Goodbye, Tyler. Leave your key in the mailbox if you haven’t already.”
“You’re so positive that he wants you, aren’t you?” he says from behind you, but you keep moving, almost to the door when you hear him continue, “You still think he will once you’ve cost him everything?”
You stop, even though you know you shouldn’t. He’s just trying to hurt you. He’s just trying to put thoughts in your head.
“You really think he’s still going to want you when his daughter won’t speak to him because you’re messing around with her dad?”
He’s closer to you now, and you still haven’t moved, a pit forming in your stomach even as you try to argue it away. 
You would figure out a way to tell Sarah, to explain things. You didn’t want to hurt her. You know Joel doesn’t. You’d figure something out, and even if she was mad at you for a while…As long as she’s not upset with Joel. As long as you don’t come between them…
“You really think he’s going to thank you for costing him that and his job?”
His job?
You do look at Tyler then, at the cruel look in his eyes that tells you that he knows you’re listening now.
“I told you. Joel’s washed up. He’s nothing like he was, and Charlie has been looking for a reason to fire him.”
You shake your head, not believing him. “He wouldn’t do that. Joel is one of the best fighters there’s ever—” 
“He was,” Tyler corrects you with a sneer. “What? You don’t believe me? Charlie’s already warned him off once. You really think you’re going to be worth it to him in the end?”
The way Joel had looked leaving the gym comes back into your mind, the tense expression on his face. He told you he’d seen Charlie… 
What do you do? Do you deny it? How do you fix this? Joel can’t lose his job, his livelihood…and with Sarah still in school. Another reason for your new friend to hate you.
“Joel isn’t…This won’t fix things between us. I don’t want to be with you anymore. I don’t want to do this anymore.”
You feel close to tears again, a mix between anger and sadness as your choices are casually laid out in front of you.
“I don’t think you mean that,” he tells you, giving you a sympathetic frown. “And, look, I’m willing to give you your space. I’ve packed a bag and I’ll be staying at Charlie’s for a bit. He’s told me to just let him know what we need to make this work.”
What we need. Apparently like firing Joel. You feel like you’re going to be sick. 
“I don’t want you in my life, Tyler,” you tell him again, ready to scream. “I don’t want you in my life.”
“And I think you’ll feel differently once you have some time to think,” he takes a step forward, and you have the satisfaction at least that the warning in your eyes keeps him from going any farther. “Just…give me a call when you’re ready to talk, okay? I love you, babe. There’s no place I’d rather be than with you.”
“That’s too bad,” you say back, still trying to hold yourself together. “Because I’d much rather you be in hell.”
He frowns, actually having the nerve to look truly wounded before he shakes his head and walks away. And you’re left standing on the sidewalk, your phone still in your hand with Joel’s number still staring up at you. 
It takes you until you get home, until you walk easily through the front door and up the stairs to your apartment. Until you slide the deadbolt into place and sink against the solid wood, finally having that post-breakup breakdown that you really thought you were going to miss. It takes you until then…It takes you until then to erase it.
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Oh mah God, your jasper fanfics are so stinking cute! A continuation of the baseball one would be perfect!
Like maybe after hanging out with her the feelings get stronger and he decides to distance himself in worry, and the reader, albeit confused, respects him and is a little heartbroken. Maybe at one point he worries about her for a moment when Emmett tells her she didn't look well (she's sleep deprived from stressing about him but trying to keep it to herself) so he pulls a creepy (can't find a better word) Edward and shows up outside her room and senses her heartbroken ness and feels like he has it too but brushes it off thinking it's just hers instead of his own. She starts getting closer to the wolfs and he tries acting like it doesn't bother him and pretends he could care less when she starts sitting with them in the cafeteria after he shows back up at school. And it's not until Alice has a vision of her getting discovered by volturi and "ended" that he starts keeping an eye on her again, and when a guard of the volturi blends in at the school and he notices does things begin and yeah....or something like that lol take the idea into your jar of boredom writing or something 😂
I feel like you'd write this perfectly! And spot on with the jasper and his accent..
Uhm...YES!? You're so creative this is such a good idea. I should be doing my college coursework right now, but this is all I'll think about so I'm doing it right now!! Also forgive the gammer 🥲😫
Okay, it won't be a DIRECT continuation of the Baseball one-shot bc it's already part of of a different fic I'm writing. I'm just gonna take out Y/n's friends but the baseball game still happened okay?
(sorry 🙏) (I don't know if that made sense.)
>I just like the cold.
>Jasperxf¡reader
>As I said, not a direct continuation but instead the start of a new series? (lmk)
>could be a tad longer that what I'd usually write 🥲
>TW, Panic Attack
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°Jasper's POV°
When I saw her eyes for the first time, in that cramped hallway, I melted inside. My icey veins (filled with the venom that could end her life in an instant) were fueled with warmth as they must've once been long before. And that all too familiar burning sensation at the back of my throat hasn't left me alone since I caught her scent for the first time.
I thought it was just me being hungry. I hadn't eaten that day and it could've been that she just had tasty smelling blood. But knowing my luck, that obviously wasn't it. I can't put my family through this again, I just can't. I've tried to maintain a friendship with her for the fair few weeks she's been here but it's getting harder and harder.
I can't believe I was once angry or annoyed with Edward for falling for a human. I guess karma's a bitch huh? Y/n has no clue about my feelings, I hope. Why would I tell her? So I think it's best, for her safety if I just stop being friends with her. It'll keep her so much safer I know it will.
"I thought that too" Edward said, appearing in the corner of my room.
I didn't jump, I heard him race up the stairs.
"What?" I asked, annoyed I was interrupted by Mr Thought Police himself.
"About Bella. Remember when we left for half a year? And I left her? I thought it'd make her happy. Safe. But it took us both almost dying for me to realise we were safer together.." Edward said, reminding me of the very thing I wanted to try and avoid.
"But that's you, Eddie. You and Bella, by then she already loved you, by then she knew the risk and by then it was too late for stupid mistakes. I'm in a grey area right now, where she doesn't know a damn thing and I just want to keep her safe." I said, sighing as I heard Emmett approach my room aswell.
"Bro, she really likes us.." Emmett said, racing over to the other corner of my room. "I mean for some reason you specifically, but she's told me! We're actually like best friends now so if you want me to be the middle man..just let me know." He said, winking.
I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, I've seen you together before, walking around the school. You've been especially close ever since you almost abliterated her head with a baseball...but oh well."
"Do I detect a hint of jealousy, Jasper?" Emmett teased. Edward laughed as he joined our brother over at his side of my room.
"No Emmett you don't, because I have no right to be jealous in the first place, she's not mine to be jealous over." I said, not meeting thier eyes.
"But you want her to be." Edward said.
This drew my attention as I looked up and saw his face. Care and amusement radiating off of him.
"I'm glad you find my dilemma so amusing, none of us ever laughed at you, you moody asshole" I said, throwing a pillow full force in his direction.
He caught it. "It's just funny to see how much of a little boy you're being about something that is so crystal clear" he said, tossing back the pillow.
"Oh yeah? And what's that?" I asked, fed up now.
"She's your singer. Just like Bella was mine. I've heard your thoughts, they're too loud to ignore. That feeling? that burning? It's nothing you've felt around anyone else is it?" he asked, already knowing the answer.
"Yes, but I don't want to have to go through the same old debate of “do we turn her or not” and that's even if she feels the same way.." I said.
"Dude, you're literally an empath. You can find out yourself" Emmett said as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"I hate using my gift on her as it is. The thought of manipulating her in any way makes my skin crawl, alright? If it's to help her then I can deal with it but I won't just use it to be nosy, that's not fair" I said. "you can still be friends with her if you want Emmett but I can't do it. I won't let myself drag her into this life. I know you wanted the same thing for Bella, Edward but maybe I can make it happen for Y/n. If anyone deserves a blessed life, it's her." I said, walking out my room, speeding out the house and into the forest to clear my head.
I just need to keep away from her. I'll keep her safe that way.
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°Reader's POV°
This week had been..strange. Emmett had been even more friendly then he usually was; it was perhaps due to the fact that he could've killed me the other week with that baseball, but y'know, life goes on. And at no point had I even had a chance to speak to Jasper. Even in class, he'd moved seats. Of course, that was his last resort after they wouldn't let him change his lesson plan.
It ached my heart a little because, I really liked him and for some reason it's like a flip had been switched in his brain and he no longer wanted anything to do with me. It was Friday, and I was determined to atleast get a conversation with him.
While Emmett was babbling on about something to do with gorillas, I interrupted him. "Emmett when did you..uh...see Jasper last?" I asked.
"last I saw he was with Rose and Bella in the cafeteria.." I saw a small glint in his eye as he answered. "But..i don't think he wants to talk to you.." he said just as I began to walk off.
"Have I done something wrong? Did I say something? Is he..is he mad at me for something? Why won't he speak to me?" I rattled off a few of the questions I'd kept to myself all week.
"Woah, calm down. It's..." he hesitated. "it's not my place to say but I think he might just be trying to avoid talking to you because he knows if he does, he won't be able to not talk to you. " he said, in a really confusing tone.
"You've complicated this way too much than you needed to. Is he still there now?" I asked reffering to where he said he saw him.
"Pretty sure, yeah."
I took off without a thank you, which I felt bad about, but I was too focused on getting that conversation with Jasper.
I was almost running to the cafeteria, as I knew the bell was going to ring at any moment. I made it in the cafeteria and spotted him immediately, and he saw me too. His eyes met mine for less than half a second, before he looked to the floor.
He left his conversation with his sisters and went to walk out the opposite way that I was coming in. I ran this time, and caught up to him.
"Hey! What's going on? Have I done something?" I asked, needing answers.
He audibly sighed and closed his eyes, breathing in. "No, you haven't. You haven't done a thing, I promise." He said, and began to walk away again. I moved infront of him to stop him from walking away.
"Don't walk away from me, I wasn't finished. If I haven't done anything then what's the issue? Why can't you talk to me I want to be here for you." I tried to take a hold of his hands but he wouldn't let me touch him. And he didn't meet my eyes, he refused to even look at my face.
"Because...Y/n" I heard his voice shaking. "I just can't be around you, it's not your fault, you're not the reason why I just-" he paused, and bit his inner lip. "I just can't okay?" he said, pushing past me. He sped off down the hall not looking back, leaving me behind.
The bell rang through the halls, louder than I'd ever heard it before. It started to hurt my ears but my eyes couldn't pull away from his figure.
Tears swirled in my eyes as I watched him walk off, and my breath quickened. Then, what I feared, that feeling tightened up in my chest. No. Not a panic attack. I can't, not at school. I took one last look at Jasper walking off before racing back out of the cafeteria and into the school parking lot.
The cold air hit me like a kind wave, and the small droplets of rain coated my face as I looked up at the sky, desperaty wanting it to swallow me whole. It was a small sense of relief before the feeling washed back in like the tide. I ditched my backpack and jacket, throwing them on the floor, needing the coldness on my skin. I tried to slow my breathing down but it wasn't working. I made my way down the steps, now in a short sleeve t-shirt, tripping slightly on the last step as I made my way across the lot. My breathing wasn't slowing and I couldn't stop it, I guess I'd just have to ride it out.
"..Y/n?" I heard from the trees.
I span around, my breath not halting and my panic increasing. As my heart rate was about to rocket even more, Seth Clearwater stumbled out from the trees. I had met him a few times, he and his friends all the way down at the Reservation were good friends with the Cullens.
"Seth?" I aksed, I didn't want to start hallucinating people. That would be a whole new area for me that I wouldn't be able to keep up with.
He made his way over to me. "Yeah, it's me. It's Seth. What's going on? Hey...hey" he was inches away from me now. I tied to move away but he stepped closer in fear I was going to somehow hurt myself. My tears wouldn't stop and my head was looking very which way "Y/n. Look at me."
His order sent a small shockwave into me for a second and I snapped my eyes up, his face blurred due to the tears streaming from my eyes. He took his thumbs and wiped under my eyes, but new tears replaced the stains he wiped away.
"Breathe with me okay?" he asked.
I wanted to try, there's nothing I hate more than this shit. But sometimes you can't help but just ride out the attack until it's done. I nodded my head vigorously and he began to breathe, waiting for me to follow suit.
"Okay in..." he took a breath in and let it out softly. "..and out.."
I tried my best to follow suit but my throat needed as much air as it could get. And it kept speeding up the pattern.
"No Y/n with me, c'mon you got this.." he said, holding my hands.
"In.." he breathed in once again and I followed suit. "and out" he breathed out again.
Slowly but surely my breathing returned to a somewhat normal pace but my shaking didn't stop.
"there you go.." he continued the pattern as he slowly walked me over to a stone wall, and sat me down.
"You're freezing, Y/n." he said, touching my cheek after wiping yet another tear..
"I'll be fine..I like the cold when these things happen.." I laughed slightly, to ease the awkwardness, if there was any.
"I know, it helps a lot doesn't it?" he said, sitting down next to me.
"wait, you've-"
"yep" he cut me off, with a sheepish smile. "I get it. You're inside somewhere when that ugly feeling hits. You beeline it for the nearest exist and the air just gives you something else to feel. It doesn't stop it, but it definitely helps. The cold, it..it helps you feel something different other than that thing in your chest.." he said, describing what it was like for him.
I nodded along as he said so. "yeah..that's...exactly it." I smiled.
He looked up from staring at his feet and smiled back at me, before frowning. "Y/n your lips are slowly going blue, I know how much the cold helps but I won't let you catch hypothermia.." Seth said, pulling me into his chest and offering me a hug.
He was so so warm. It wasn't a stuffy warm either, the kind of warm where you feel sticky. It was that cozy warmth. That homely warmth on a winter morning.
I shivered in his arms at the contact. "Oh..jeez your pretty hot. Are you ill or something?" I asked.
He chuckled slightly. "No Y/n, I'm just a warm person.." he admitted.
"C'mon, let's get you back inside.." he said, rising us up to our feet.
"No!" I wriggled out of his grip, my heart fluttering again, in slight panic. I feel if I see him again today, I'll get worse.
He took hold of me again gently. "Okay..I'll take you home yeah? We just gotta grab your stuff that you graciously dumped on the stairs.." he said, smiling.
I laughed slightly as we walked slowly over to the steps. He jogged up them and picked up my stuff. He placed my jacket over my shoulders and carried my bag over to my car.
He walked confidently over to the drivers seat.
"I swear you're like..16 can you even drive?" I asked, a smile paying on my lips.
"I'm 17 now actually. And it's fine don't worry, hop in" he said, unlocking the car with my keys he must've taken from my pocket.
We got in the car and threw our seat belts on.
"Thanks for this Seth. Aren't you missing a lesson right now though?" I asked, I didn't want to ruin his education.
"Oh nah, me and the boys are on a part time timetable for this school and the one down by the Rez, so don't worry about it...anyways.....where's the handbreak?"
My eyes shot in his direction only to see him holding in a laugh.
"Uh. What do you mean where's the handbreak?" I asked.
He finally giggled. "Don't worry, I'm just joking. We'll be fine. I've never been to your house though, so you can be my sat nav" he smiled turning on the car, and pulling out of the car park.
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°Jasper's POV°
I walked away from her. Every fibre of my being telling me to look back. I fought against it, but gave in. I looked back and saw a glimpse of her as she rushed out of the cafeteria.
What am I doing?
I felt the dread and panic leaking from her as I started to walk away. And I just left her. I left her feeling that way. I know I'm doing this to keep her safe but I can't pretend that I'm perfect, leaving her in fear.
Special thanks to my power, I'm extremely sensitive to even my own emotions and with years of practice I've managed to get a good control of it, but Y/n..I feel her emotions so much more than anyone else's.
My still heart is telling me not to go near her, to keep her safe...but her scent, as much as it tempts me, it deals me a great source of comfort..I can't explain it. I'm near her and I feel safe. I'm a monster and have nothing to fear really, but in her presence it's like we're the only two on earth.
Which is why I must do this. I can't that let angel be manipulated by the devil deep inside me. I won't allow it.
I let out the breath I was holding in during that encounter, again not that I needed to, but I think people would notice if I wasn't breathing. I made my way to the science block and yippee! I was next to Sire Brain Detective and his wife.
I was waiting outside the classroom to catch Bella before Edward got there. I caught her scent in the hallway and rushed to her side.
"Hey Bella, can you just maybe kinda block my thoughts from Edward please?" I asked, a sheepish smile following close behind.
"Why?" She asked, squinting her eyes a little.
"Well you've never had the problem, but Edward is very nosy. And I'd just like my thoughts kept to myself for today." I said.
We kept on walking into the classroom and to our seats.
"So it's nothing to do with Y/n then?" she quizzed.
Even hearing her name makes me feel sick.
"No. Bella..just please can you do it?" I was begging her at this point as I smelled Edward down the corridor.
She looked up as she caught his scent too. "Okay, but you owe me" she said.
"Thanks Bella." I said.
Edward walked in the class and met my eyes immediately, a hint of confusion crossed his face before he sat down next to his wife and realised. "Oh c'mon how is that fair?" he said.
"How is what fair?" Me and Bella said at the same time. We looked at eachother breifely before opening out books as instructed to.
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°Reader's POV°
Awkward, sweaty and sleepless. That's all I feel right now. I close my eyes and he's there. I open my eyes an he's all I can imagine. Everything I tried, I couldn't get him off my mind. I even tried counting sheep, but the sheep soon morphed themselves into horses, then I soon saw him riding a horse, actually imagining him as a Cowboy. I snapped my eyes open and drank some water I left by the side of my bed, before making a last attempt to get some sleep.
After what seemed like hours of tossing and turning in the same directions over and over again, I got up and opened my window. Again, the cold air washed over me and it was almost instant relief. Just like Seth said, it gives you something else to feel.
I watched the trees as they swayed in the wind, thier green leaves brushing against eachother at each breeze. Out of all the places my Mum had placed me while she did her book tour, Washington was probably my favourite so far, well specifically Forks. Since the beginning of the year, (when my Mum's book tour started) I'd been placed in a random city in the state she needed to visit, and Forks was this really nice and small town. Where everyone knew everyone. Of course, the thought of litteraly everyone talking about me as the new arrival didn't appeal to me at all, but when I had moments to myself, it was impossible for me not to gawk at the nature around me. The grey skies, while annoying to some, gave me a nice comforting feeling. The rain, which everyone hated, was my favourite weather. I don't know what it was.. I guess I just like the cold.
I was pulled from my thoughts as my phone buzzed under my pillow. It was my mum calling, I answered of course, but I wandered why she was calling at 4am.
"Mum? what's up?" I asked, trying to hide my tired voice.
"Oh my god Y/n I'm so sorry.. I forgot about the time zones...go back to sleep, I'll ring you at a better time.." she said.
"wait what do you mean the time zones? you're in Washington too?" I questioned, wandering what she meant.
"No..honey, that's why I called. I got to my hotel and they said they had my reservation booked for next year, so they flew me out to the state I was supposed to be in." She said, sounding ashamed. "I tried to mention you, and say how I could catch my own flight..but.. they-they wouldn't listen to me..."
"Mum... Mum it's okay, don't worry about it I'll be fine okay? Just make me proud." I said.
"but I only gave you enough money to last a couple months not over a year..nearly two! And you're in your last year of school, what will you do all day? How-"
"Mum" I cut her off "I'll get a job, it'll be fine. You've been doing book tours since I was like 15, I know how to live on my own." I said.
"but that was when you were 5 minutes down the road...or a bus drive away..now I'm on the other side of the country!" She panicked.
"wait, the other side of the country? where did they fly you to?" I asked. The phone went silent for a few seconds before she answered.
"I'm in Georgia, honey.." She said. "I called you as soon as I had time, I'm sorry I've left you there, I can book a flight and cancel the tour-"
"-No, Mum don't. I'm not gonna pretend hearing you were in Georgia didn't scare me a little bit, but I'm perfectly fine here in Forks. I like it here.." I said honestly.
"but honey-"
"No 'buts'." I said. "Mum some kids leave the nest at early ages, some never leave..maybe it's my time to make a life for myself.." I said, with tears threatening to spill.
"I-in Washington, are you sure?" Mum's voice was shaking by now.
"Mum, I'm old enough. I know it's scary, it'll be difficult too but.. sometimes life just throws you in a new direction and you can't help but see where it takes you.." I said, wiping a tear from my cheek.
"Hey, I'm supposed to be the one full of wisdom little lady" she joked. "well...I guess it isn't the craziest idea you've had." she said, sadly.
"so yeah?" I asked.
She took a deep breath "Yes Y/n, yes. Start your life.." she said.
"Okay.." I said.
It wasn't long before I was off the phone and trying to sleep again. I prayed when I rested my head on the pillow, he wouldn't plug my mind, but much to my dismay he returned and my heart ached.
I closed my eyes and managed to drift off to sleep just before my alarm rang for me to start getting ready for school. The ringing of the bell threw me back to that moment. That moment he left. Just like that.
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°Emmett's POV°
Since the day Jasper told Y/n that he couldn't be near her anymore, she hasn't been in. And I'm worried about how she's taken it.
I didn't tell Jasper I was gonna go pick Y/n up today as I didn't want him to go all emo and be like “ugh you're gonna smell like her all day!” so I instead took my absolutely, positively, non-judgemental wife.
"So why are we on our way to a humans house right now?" Rose asked me from the passenger's seat of my jeep. "what purpose is she serving us other than pleasing our noses?"
"Babe, she's my friend..and I'm worried about how she is. She didn't come in at all last week since Jasper didn't want anything to do with her, and I'm not gonna let my idiot of a brother be the reason she fails school.." I said, keeping my eyes on the road.
Rose went silent and looked out the window. "Just let me know when we're there.." she said, closing her eyes.
"That would be now.." I said, pulling up outside her house.
I got out the jeep while Rose stayed in, and made my way to the front door. I hesitated before knocking and waited for an answer. A good minute went by, so I knocked again and as I did, the door flew open.
"I told you three times already, Mrs Henderson doesn't live here anym-" she cut herself off when she saw my amused face.
She rubbed her eyes. "Emmett?"
"The one and only!" I replied.
"What are you doing here?" her voice was drained, and she looked a lot less bubbly than before. Her eyes drooped slightly and dark circles hung below them from lack of sleep.
"To get you to school, missy!" I said, not wanting to comment about the elephant in the room.
"But Emmett, Jasper said-"
"Fuck what Jasper said, it's your life and it's your school too. What..just because he's being a little bitch right now that means you can't get educated? I don't see how that's fair.." I said, crossing my arms.
She rolled her half-lidded eyes. "Okay, let me get changed.." she said, turning back into her house and shutting the door.
I celebrated my victory behind the wood of the closed door and waited for her to open it again. I sat on the step and prepared to wait, when the door swung open again. She stepped out with all her stuff. "C'mon then, let's go." she said, plastering on a fake smile.
"I thought you were atleast gonna cook some breakfast? It's like half seven in the morning..." I said, standing up and leading her to the jeep.
"Nah...not hungry." she said, climbing in.
I got in too, and put the radio back on.
"Hey Rosalie" Y/n said, tiredly a sheepish smile across her face.
My head quickly turned to my wife and I begged her with my eyes to be nice. But she didn't even look at me and instead looked for Y/n in the wing mirror.
"Jasper's an idiot, but he cares about you and he's doing this for your own good, I'd take it as a win." she said, before closing her eyes again and turning up the radio.
I started the jeep up again after a small awkward silence with nothing but the music blaring and began to drive to the school.
"yeah but does he know how much it's actually hurting?" Y/n whispered, any normal person wouldn't have heard it but of course me being a beautiful, immortal, gifted being...I did.
Passing through the familiar streets of Forks, it didn't take me long to get to the school, I parked the jeep and Rose got out. I turned around in my seat to face Y/n. Her sleep-deprived look catching me off guard once again.
"You ready girl?" I asked, grinning.
She sighed. "Not really, Emmett" she replied sadly, staring at a particular stone wall in the car park.
"Well c'mon, you got this. Let's go" I said, getting out.
It wasn't long before she climbed out herself. As she shut the door.
"Thanks for dragging me in Emmett, but I'm gonna go incase he appears from around the corner or something.." she said, with low energy as she dragged her feet toward the doors of the school.
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°Reader's POV°
I couldn't thank Emmett more, I wouldn't have been able to get here on my own accord. It's just a shame I didn't have the energy to express my gratitude to him as much as I wanted to.
It was about 10 minutes until my first lesson so I walked to the cafeteria to get a drink. As I opened the doors, I saw Seth and some of his friends from the Rez sat at a table and so I wasted no time in going over there.
"What are you lot doing here?" I asked.
"Part time, time-table in each school! How do you keep forgetting that?" one of them said.
"Uhm..Seth?" I looked to him for help, I could barely remember any of the other's names.
"Alright, sit down." he pulled a chair from the table behind him and turned it next to him, facing their table. "Here we have Quil, Leah my sister, and Embry." he said.
I had only met the rest of them once but Seth I had seen a number of times, and he's who I was closest to...now for a very obvious reason.
"So what's your first lesson?" Quil asked.
"Science.." I said quietly, biting the inside of my cheek afterward to simmer down the anxiety I felt creeping in.
I started boucing my leg too, which Seth took notice to. He offered me a smile, which I returned, weak as ever.
The bell rang, louder than before, and I covered my ears, burying my head down against my chest. Each time I hear that bastard bell it gets louder and louder, and the memory of that last conversation with him gets clearer and clearer in my mind.
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°Jasper's POV°
"I'm telling you man..she's-"
Emmett would not stop. I told him I didn't want to hear it, but he was following me all over our house, not leaving me alone.
"her eyes don't look the same, she doesn't have nearly as much energy as she used to, I haven't seen her smile, and if I'm being honest I don't think she's eating properly.." Emmett said.
Hearing his words made my non-beating heart ache.
"I've been picking her up all week and she never eats breakfast, and when was the last time I saw her eating in the cafeteria? Uhh let me think, I haven't!" he said, in my face.
I was looking at the floor, guilt riddling my body. She's like this because of me.
"I get it. Emmett. Okay?" I spat, my voice quavering.
He moved back slowly, almost realising that this was hurting me too, and left my room.
After staring out the window for another moment or two, I sped off out the house before anyone could question it. I ducked and dived between branches, breaking them if they were too big for me to dodge. I raced through the woods rembering the route to her house when I met her before school, when we first started to talk to each other. I ran to her. Wondering what I was going to do when I got there, would I beg her to forgive me? Would I stop this madness and just tell her everything? At this point, I couldn't see anything but her angelic face, and hear her sweet voice and before I knew it, I came to a swift stop by the trees of her house.
I approached it slowly, still deciding what to do, until I lingered by the side of the house where her bedroom was. I climbed up a tree that rested just by it and waited to see her or atleast hear her.
"fuck sake..just go away!" I heard her complain as she slammed the door to her bedroom. "You don't want anything to do with me so why won't you get out of my head!" She panicked, her voice wailing as she spoke.
"It's not fair.." she said after a minute of silence. She got up. "It's not fair." she repeated. She tossed her chair on the floor. "It's not fair!" she threw a picture frame against the wall. She repeated those three words, growing more aggressive each time and trashing a new part of her room until she ran out of energy.
She breathed heavily and sunk against the wall, sobbing. She cried, and it was like a thousand hot knives were cutting me all over. She cried and I had to fight as hard as I could not to rush in there.
She cried and I felt heartbreak. My breath quickened too, as her emotions laced with my own. Sat in the tree in that moment I didn't know which emotions were mine and which were hers.
She cried and cried until she fell asleep, and that's when some of her emotions filtered away from my body. Though she fell asleep and tears were still staining her cheeks, the aching in my heart wouldn't leave or subside. It stayed.
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impactedfates · 6 months
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Hello! Is it alright if I request platonic headcanons for Dan Heng, March 7th, and Welt with a teen!reader who’s really calm and chill? They don’t cause trouble/chaos, has a really calming presence, easy to talk to, is mostly mature for their age, but they aren’t cold or blunt. They are nice but not naive, and they are quite observant + smart when they need to be, so they’re good at solving problems (reader is kind of like the calmest one on the Astral Express lol)
Please remember to take breaks and to stay hydrated! Your health comes first :)
A/N: Yes it's alright :D Thank you, I'll remember to take breaks and drink water, you will too alright?? I'm so sorry if this came out so late :sob: I didn't mean to make you wait for so long!
Genre/Trope: Platonic + Found Family (Express Family)
Format: Head Cannons (Separate)
Warnings: None
Extra: Reader slightly of taller then March despite being younger // Grandpa Welt <33 // Reader was also found in ice along with March
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Dan Heng admires how calm you can be, even in stressful situations and is thankful at how observant and smart you are. Likely helping the group get out of certain situations due to it. You're rather different to the girl who was found floating near you in ice and he noticed quickly how you two were almost polar opposites.
He enjoys having another person on board the express who's calm and he's thankful you're easy to talk too. And that you don't mind how closed off he is himself, he's also thankful you don't cause trouble on missions or the express and rather you help defuse them.
He sees you as a younger sibling and makes sure you're being taken care of as well. Everyone on the express is his family and he will ensure all will be protected. This means you have to eat your vegetables, hydrate and sleep.
I see you two relaxing in the archives as you help him with adding things into the Data Banks when neither of you can sleep. And when you do ultimately fall asleep, he carefully carries you back to your room and tucks you in before continuing working himself.
Also, despite being younger then most of the express, you're more mature then a good few of them which are adults. And he's unsure if he should be concerned cuz of that fact.
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March 7th is older then you, but she considers you her twin! Simply because you were both found on the same day, and even though everyone knows you're a teen so younger then she is. People go along with it.
She complains a bit about being shorter then you, one of the times she doesn't call you her twin. But she means well, all her little annoyances and complaints with you slightly being taller is a joke.
Anytime she's stuck on a puzzle she always call for you (And I mean like, those puzzles you buy in shops) and always watches intently as you figure it out.
She's of course aware at how calm and chill you are, and honestly. When you two first got to know each other she wanted to see what would change that. Pulling pranks and attempting to annoy you but not too much. Yet you still stayed calm.
She's very interested at how you're so calm in nearly every situations, now a days. She accepts it as you and won't try to break the calmness you have. If she's ever having a bad day, she comes to you. You oddly have an aura that helps her calm down.
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When Welt saw not one but TWO ice blocks containing people in it, he was shocked. However wasted no time in saving the two of you. Just like March you seemed to have lost your memories and he's determined to help you find out your past.
He sees you as his grandkid, and was even a bit protective of you at first. However seeing your calm nature and how smart you were in many situations calmed himself down. He's still worried if you go on missions but he trusts that you'll be protected.
He's not that surprised you act so differently to March when you two were both in ice however he does find it amusing in a way. You're still a teen so even if he does trust you now to go on missions, he wants you to update him.
Just like Dan Heng, he's thankful you're not only chill but don't cause problems, also you're rather mature for your age, if you were older then he'd definitely consider putting you in charge of the train if Dan Heng wasn't able too take charge. Considering you're age currently, only Dan Heng is in charge.
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DIWNDJFEHW. Hopefully I'll be able to finish the next requests in the following days, I feel so bad for not being able to write them yet :,)
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justmeinadaze · 1 year
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Take It Out On Me Part 6 (Steddie X Plus Size Reader)
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A/N: I wrote this three days ago lol I've been so stressed and worried about things...all I want is these boys to use me and then cuddle me. <3.
My plan with this series has always been to go through the series. So with my next chapter Steve will be more Season 2 Stevie.
They do have a conversation on the phone in this chapter. Red is Eddie.
Warnings: Dom Steddie and Sub plus size reader and all that that implies (I regret nothing!) Rough smut. They sneak into her bedroom, degrading, choking, dirty talk. Possessive boys <3. Angst in the beginning and fluff at the end.
Word Count: 3916
It had been a couple of weeks since that night in Eddie’s trailer. Steve had scrubbed off the graffiti on your car before you woke up so your parents never found out what happened. 
To your surprise, Tommy and Carol left you alone but to your slight dismay they stayed away from Steve as well. Of course, you hated them and from what you learned so far Steve wasn’t like them at all but you hated that he sat at lunch alone most of time or skipped it entirely. 
You told him he was more than welcome to sit with you and Masie but all he did was smile and nod his head. 
The school year was coming to a close and you felt yourself start to panic, still unsure what your relationship with them actually was. What would the summer be like? Would they spend time with you and take you on dates? Were you even dating or did they just want to fuck you? What if they got into a relationship or you did? Would the dynamic stop? Were you even allowed to seek a relationship since you belonged to them?
You needed answers and you finally mustered up the courage during a conference call between you three. 
“Senior year, dude. I can’t fucking wait. One more year and we’re fucking free!”
“Calm down, Munson. It’s amazing they let you through.”
“First off, rude. Secondly, what were your grades again, King Steve? Oh, that’s right. About as low as mine.”
Their laughter trails off into silence. 
“Well, someone’s mighty quiet tonight. You alright, princess?”
“What are we?”
“Um, humans last time I checked. Why? Is that on the test?”
“No”, you giggle. “I mean, the three of us. What are we? Are we…in a relationship or am I just a toy for you?”
“You say that last part like you don’t enjoy being our little toy.”
“…so it is just sex?”
“Why are you asking?”
“Why won’t you answer?”
“Why do we have to put a fucking label on it? Can’t we just fucking be?”
“As much as I enjoy hearing you two go at it, I’m kind of curious myself as to why you want to know. Are you not happy with the way things are?”
“I didn’t say that. I just… how long is this going to last? What if something happens? What if one of us gets into a relationship—”
“Who are you interested in getting with?!”
“No one! I’m just asking questions.”
“Very interesting series of questions.”
“Oh, please. You both act like I have men lined up to date me when it’s way more probable that Steve the Hair Harrington and bad boy Eddie Munson have many women that want to be theirs!”, you sigh. “If that happened… if it’s just sex than it would be over…”
Their silence was deafening. A knock on your bedroom door startled you as your mom entered without waiting for an answer. 
“Y/N. Are you still on the phone? I know this is the last week of school but it’s almost eleven.”
“I know, mama. Masie and I are almost done going over our final project.”
“Hm. Ok then I won’t keep you but I wanted to talk to you about this summer. Did you still want to go spend time with your uncle?”
“Oh…I totally forgot about that.”
“You know how your father and I feel about New York but he promised me you and your cousins wouldn’t go out at night or anything.”
“Can I think about it?”
“Yeah, of course. We need to know by Sunday, okay? Now hurry up and get to bed.” She kisses your forehead before leaving your room and closing the door.
“New York, huh. Well, at least we know why she’s asking now.”
“What the fuck does that mean?”
“Definitely want to be free of attachments in a city like that.”
“Steve…you’re putting words in my mouth. I’m allowed to ask the questions I have. It’s not my fault that you two seem to be too scared to answer them.”
“Watch your tone, little girl. For the time being, you’re still ours.”
“For the time being.”, you repeated. Tears stung in your eyes at his words; you got your answer. Why does it hurt so much? “I see. Ok, I understand.”
“Your tone makes me think that you don’t.”
“No. I do, Steve. I really do. You both really do just want to use me. I got what I asked for. I have to go now. I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”
“Don’t hang up that phone, Y/N. We are NOT done here.”
“Yes, we are.”
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You woke up at three in the morning, tossing and turning through most of the night. Those words remained imprinted front and center in your brain. 
“For the time being…”
You left your bedroom, walking down the hall to your bathroom. The cool water felt good against your face as you stared at your reflection in the mirror. 
Why did I expect it to be any different? Yeah so they started being more friendly with me but that didn’t mean anything. They still don’t talk to me at school. We don’t even hang out besides that one time after the fight. Fuck…why does this hurt so much?
Sighing, you throw the used hand towel on the sink and head back towards your room. As soon as you close your door, a hand comes from behind you, muffling your shrieks as another arm pins you against a body.
“I said we weren’t done. You think you tell us what to do?”, Eddie growled as his angry eyes glared into your frightened ones. “No, little girl. You belong to us. We are in charge of you.”
You started speaking against Steve’s hand and he lowered it enough so you could be heard. 
“For the time being, you mean.”
The metalhead smirked before grabbing your throat, gripping it tightly between his fingers. “I’m going to go ahead and start this here by giving you an out. Say vanilla and we’ll disappear the way we came. But, princess, I’m warning you. This particular game we are about to play is going to be rough.” You quickly sucked in heavy breathes, gasping for air when he let you go. 
“I…can handle anything…you do to me.”
Eddie’s sarcastic smile grows as he steps forward till his forehead is just above your own. 
“Good because we’re going to show you what being used really feels like.”, he whispers. 
Steve covers your mouth again with his palm as Eddie reaches over to your desk and grabs the pair of scissors laying to the side. You fight against the boy’s hold as the other man cuts your sleep shirt off your body, tossing it to the floor. 
You whimper when he takes hold of your hair and forces you to your knees.
“If you need to stop, tap your hand twice.” You glared up at him with angry eyes and you grit your teeth as he pulls harder. “You keep giving me attitude and this is going to be a lot worse for you. Do you understand me? I said do you understand me?”, he snarls when you don’t reply. 
“Yes, I understand.”
Eddie maintains his hold on you as he unbuckles his belt and pants, pushing them down enough to free his cock. “Open your mouth.” He hisses when your flat tongue glides along his length. “That’s it. Open your mouth wider. Take all of me like the good little whore you are.”
His fingers never let up their grip on your head as his hips thrust into you, forcing him down your throat. You gagged as spit fell from your lips. 
“Harrington, have you felt her lips around your dick yet?”
“Naw, Eds. I don’t think so.”
The metalhead pulls himself out of your mouth and lifts you off your knees, throwing you to the bed on to your back. Steve lifts you under your arms, dragging you till your head was hanging off the bed.
His cock sprang free from his shorts and without warning shoved it between your parted lips.
“Jesus.”
“I know. She feels good, right? Not as good at this pussy but…”, Eddie chuckles as he smacks his hand down between your legs. A muffled moan vibrates from your throat when you feel his tongue slide down your stomach as his fingers glide under the waistband of your panties. 
“Now, sweetheart. You’re going to have to be really quiet so I would recommend your keep your filthy mouth on Stevie’s cock.”
“Oh, don’t worry. I’m not letting her go anywhere.” Steve’s hand gripped the back of your head, holding you still as he pumped his hips. 
They watched with immense satisfaction as your eyes rolled back and fluttered closed as Eddie used two of his fingers to breach your entrance.
“You’re so fucking wet.”, he laughed mockingly. “Just a dirty slut, hm? Always this soaked just waiting to be fucked. It must be hard…being a slut and have no one before us fuck you the right way.”
You whimpered as he thrust his digits at a faster pace making Steve grunt above you.
Abruptly, the metalhead inserts a third finger into your dripping cunt and your back arches off the bed at the sudden intrusion as you forcefully pull your lips off of the other boy’s cock. 
“Eddie, plea—” Steve’s palm immediately covers your mouth as your own fingers reach to pull on Eddie’s jacket. 
Steve helps you pull yourself upright as your eyes meet his friends.
“One tap, yes. Two taps, no. Do you want to stop?”
You loosened your grip on him, slowly raising your palm off his shoulder.
*Tap. Tap*
“Didn’t think so. I mean look at you. Look between your legs here.” Steve grabs your hair and forces you to look down as you moan against his hold while Eddie continues taunting you. “Look how fucking dripping you are. Your pussy is just pulling me in. Now, Y/N, I want you to cum for me. I want you to cum so fucking hard that you drench these panties.”
His pace was slow but his fingers were much bigger than yours, stretching you open while hitting every sensitive spot inside you. Their eyes bore into you as you keened into Steve’s chest. 
“No. Hey, no. Keep watching him.” His lips tickled your ear as he forced your head to continue looking down. “I want this image burned into your brain that way, while your running around New York fucking any guy you can get your needy hands on…” As he spoke you started to push back against him, fighting against his strength at his words. He adjusted his body, wrapping his free arm around your chest to keep you still. “…you’ll remember that no one will ever make you feel as good as we have.”
You draped your arm over his, your hand clinging to the one over your mouth as your hips lifted off the bed and you came. 
“Atta, girl. Let go, baby.”, Eddie praised but there was still a gruffness behind it. They were nowhere near done with you. He slid your panties down your legs as Steve lowered his palm to allow you to catch breath. Your eyes follow the metalhead’s movements as he gets off your bed and removes the rest of his clothes. “You know, Y/N. I don’t know which version of you I like fucking more. The meek little girl or the fucking brat who talks back.”
“Meek little girl. To be honest though, I’ve never actually fucked the brat that fights back. She’s always opened her legs willingly for me which I always thought was amusing since she hated me for a while there.”
“You two never listen.” You punch Steve’s chest and roll away from him, placing your feet on the floor as you stand in defiance. “I’ve told you before I never hated you and you both refused to answer my questions immediately jumping to the conclusion that I’m going to run away and fuck someone else!” You pause as you try to calm down to keep from screaming at them. Your eyes meet Eddie’s annoyed ones as he stalks closer to you. “I guess we found your damage, Munson. YOU feel like no matter what people are going to leave you.”
His callused hand reaches for your throat and backs you against the wall before shoving your panties into your open mouth. 
“The only sounds I want to hear are your fucking whimpers when I make you cum again.” Eddie’s arm slips under your knee as he lifts your leg in the air and guides his cock roughly into your entrance. “Be sure not to be too loud. Wouldn’t want mommy and daddy to know their daughter is a whore. Let alone the freaks whore.”
His head fell against yours as he aggressively thrust into you. Eddie’s words hurt you, not because of what he was calling you but how he was viewing himself. You never once thought of him as a freak or the other vile names this town called him. You wanted to tell him that, reassure him but all you could do was moan behind your gag as your hands reached out to cling to his neck.
“No matter—mmm—no matter where you go or who fuck, Y/N, you’re mine. You belong to us.” Eddie’s blown out eyes find yours as he pulls your panties out of your mouth. “Say it, Y/N.”
“I-I-I don’t want to fuck anyone else. I only—fuck—want you two.”
“Now who’s not fucking listening?”
“Still you.”, you growl as you reach up to pull his hair. His cock inside of you throbs at the action and your pussy tightens around him.
“God fucking damn it.”, Eddie grunts as he shoves the panties and his hand over your mouth, pumping into you so hard that it takes every fiber of your energy not to scream and melt into the pleasure. Your body trembles as you cum and he pressed himself flat against you, rolling his hips till you feel his seed warm your insides. 
Eddie drops your leg as he pulls out, wrapping his arms around you as he holds you up. 
“No, hey, come on, sweetheart. We aren’t done yet. Stevie’s been waiting so patiently.”
The man himself appeared by your side lightly pushing his friend to the side to take his place. “Do you want me, Y/N?” He pulls the panties out of your mouth and tosses them to Eddie as you nod. “Don’t just nod you head, little girl. You fucking say it. Tell me that you want me.”
“I…I want you, Steve… Please.”
“Yeah?” His fingers roughly grip your chin, turning you to focus on him. “Show me how much you want me.” He suddenly lifts you in his arms and carries you back to your bed, positioning you on top of him. Reaching between your legs, you grab his cock and gradually lower yourself down onto him. Moaning, you lean over his chest, his fingers digging into your thighs as you bounce on his dick. 
Steve balances on his elbows and your lips find his quickly before he jerks his head away from you. 
“I said show me how…how much you…want me.”, he pants. “This is all…you got?” You reach for the back of his neck, bringing him to a sitting position, clinging to his shoulders as you grind and bounce against him as hard as you can. “Fuck, that’s it. Just like that, baby girl.”
Hearing him call you that had your pussy flutter around him and you had to bite down on his shoulder to hide your moan. 
“Oh, Harrington. I think she liked that.” Eddie crawled onto the bed beside you both as his finger gently turned your cheek. “Maybe we need titles of our own… would you like that? Have us take care of you and in return you show us the respect we deserve?”
You don’t respond, choosing to wrap your arms around Steve as he does the same, laying back against the mattress as his hips thrust up to meet yours. Shoving your face in the pillow behind him, you whimper as you cum, him following after you as he pumps his spend roughly deep into your body. 
He continues to hold you as Steve rolls you both on to your side before you feel fingers tug at your hips as Eddie turns you on to your back and delicately cleans between your legs. Your eyes scan his face as he takes care of you, tossing the towel towards your hamper. As he bends down to grab his jeans, you yank his hand hard till he tumbles on top of you. 
“Geez, woman. Be careful. I’m fragile you know.”
You grin softly as you cover his mouth with your palm. “I want that. I want you to take care of me and to belong to you. I want to give you all the respect you deserve. I just don’t think…you both would believe me every time I did.” You move your hand from his lips to his cheek as you turn to look at Steve. 
“I only want you two. I don’t want anyone else but I’m not naive to the fact that girls are attracted to you. I may be yours but not in that way. At some point… you’re going to want a relationship. Someone to give you more than just sex.”
“So we’re not even going to talk about it?”, Steve asked.
“You know those are two separate issues, right? You feeling like we don’t believe you and you feeling like we would want to be in a relationship with someone else. If we have such major trust issues than why would we get into a romantic relationship with someone?”
“See, Eddie. When you say things like that… makes me think ‘Ok, this isn’t romantic.’”
“Why does there have to be a label?”
“Because Steve, I need to know where I stand.”
“Why?”
“Because I need to know if you’re going to hurt me!” You pushed against Eddie’s chest with your hand as you sat up, tucking your knees under your chin. “I’ve been burned before. I don’t…I can’t do it again. If it’s sex, fine it’s sex. If it’s…something else…”
Arms wrap around your shoulders and you glance over to see Eddie’s lips kiss your skin. “I want to give you an answer you want to hear.”
“Be honest with me.”
“We’ve never done this before.”
That makes you genuinely laugh until you realize he’s not laughing with you. Your head whips around to find Steve who shrugs slightly as he nods his head.
“I…I don’t know what to say.”
“To be fair, you’ve never done it before either.” Eddie pulls away laying back on your bed and you follow him down. “We always wanted to.”
“Have you done it separately? The...dominate thing?”
The metalhead sighs as he rubs his hand along his stomach, throwing his other arm behind his head. “Sex, yes obviously. This? Not really. I tried a few times but apparently, I’m too mean.”
“Yeah, you are.” His eyes find your soft ones as you smile.
You roll over to face Steve as you wait for his answer. “No, honey. I’ve never tried it. It’s…slipped out a few times but…yeah.”
“Like when we were in the auditorium?” His eyes scrunched in confusion. “You said you were going to spank me but that was before you two quizzed me on what I like sexually.”
Eddie’s arm wrapped around your waist as he pulled himself closer to you. “The truth is, sweetheart, we don’t know what this is either. I meant what I said when you asked why you. You’re sweet and beautiful but hot damn is there’s something fucking sexy hidden under there. All we know is—”
“You do something to us.”, Steve finishes. “We want to explore it more but we don’t want to hurt you either. Not like that.”
“So what does this mean?”
“It means…you go to New York. Have a good time and call us any chance you get.” 
Steve reaches out to caress your cheek as your eyelids start to close. “And we’ll be right here when you come home.”
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The sound of your alarm screaming at you that morning bores straight into your head. After slamming at it with your palm you curl back up into ball and press your face into the pillow. Your head shoots up when last nights events jog your memory. Eddie and Steve were already gone, leaving your window open for emphasis. 
You sighed as you rubbed your eyes and started getting ready to face the day. Something on the chair by your desk caught your eye and you paused when you realized it was Eddie’s leather jacket and Steve’s big green long sleeve shirt he had worn last night. Taped to the collar was a note:
“Baby, 
We thought it only fair to leave a piece of us with you since we totally stole your panties ;). 
-E.M. & S.H.
You giggled as you threw on their clothes, reveling in the smell of them before quickly throwing on a pair of jeans and running out the front door. 
When you got to school you met Maze at your locker who whined, advising you there was last day of school assembly. 
“Oh, come on. We’re almost done.”, you smiled as you grabbed her arm. 
“Whose jacket is that?”, she mused as you both headed towards the gym. 
“Mine. Why?”
“No reason. I could swear I saw Eddie Munson wearing a jacket just like that.”
You roll your eyes at your friend as your grin grows. Your friends on the basketball team wave you both over and you two hastily settle in. You scan the area wondering if they were here already. Steve saunters in right as the bell rings pausing in front of Tommy without looking at him as his former friend grins wickedly. 
Eddie slides in right as the teachers are closing the doors, his eyes catching yours and following them to Steve’s stiff frame. 
You breathe a sigh of relief as the metalhead pats his back and whispers something to him before guiding him up the risers where they sit together during the assembly. 
As soon as it ends, you bounce up towards them not caring about the people around you or if you even should. 
“Are you okay?”
Eddie nudges Steve’s shoulder. “Yeah, just Tommy and Carol being dicks. Right, Harrington?”
“Y/N, we have to get to class.” Masie comes up beside you to grab your hand. 
“Hey, Masie Collins? I’ve never actually met you. I’m—”
“Eddie Munson. Yup. I know who you are. Steve Harrington to. Now come on.” She yanks on your hand but you still hesitate, seeing that stoic expression still painted on Steve’s face. You don’t know if it’s something you should do but your brain said you had to as you threw your arms around him. His shoulders relaxed under your grip and when you released him, he gently smiled at you. 
“Thank you.”
You return his smile with one of your own as you finally turn and climb down the risers. 
“Hey Y/N! Love the jacket by the way. I have one just like it!” Eddie winks at you as you and your friend disappear.  ##############
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theromcommotel · 10 months
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LOVE LANGUAGES P.2 !!
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ENCANTO KIDS !!
part one
also reminder! this is in terms of how they like to give their love
part one was how they like to receive it if you wanna check that out!
characters included: mirabell madrigal, camilo madrigal, luisa madrigal, dolores madrigal, isabela madrigal
MIRABELL MADRIGAL: words of affirmation
mirabell constantly felt as if she wasn’t enough throughout the movie
so she knows what it feels like to be all self conscious, so she wants to be your constant reminder that you are <3
she’s also very cuddly and she likes to kiss your cheeks almost every five seconds, but it’s cause she loves ya so :)
she also loves doing things for u! breakfast in bed - which i can see her getting julietta to help cook, helping you with basic chores, taking care of you when you’re sick (unless julietta is around so she can just cook you betta xD)
she also LOOVES making u little homemade gifts (doodles, cards, jewelry, etc)
quality time: 9/10
physical touch: 7-8/10
gift giving: 10/10
words of affirmation: 10/10
acts of service: 9.5/10
CAMILO MADRIGAL: physical touch
camilo (like i said in p1) is a damn love machine, he will give all the love he can, but also (like i said in p1) he CANNOT keep his hands to himself lmfao
he’s constantly holding you, in some way, he just loves feeling your guys skin touch. it makes his heart melt <3 he also may or may not do it to make pepa cry about that her little boy is growing up
he loves telling you how much he loves you, especially in flirty cheesy pickup lines 😭
“mi placer, i think i need a map, cause i keep getting lost in your eyes?~”
“oh my gosh, camilo..”
also yes, i headcanon he calls you “his pleasure” !!
i think he’d like gift giving - but the only thing he can give you is juliettas cooking and isa’s flowers cause this boy can’t make shit without setting the casita on fire 😭🫶
he also loooovesss seeing u all the time (he kinda stalks u when ur away😭) so quality time is a must!!
quality time: 9.5/10
physical touch: 12/10 !! lol
gift giving: 6/10
words of affirmation: 8/10
acts of service: 8.5/10
LUISA MADRIGAL: gift giving
luisa is the damn QUEEN of gifts
she likes to make them most of the time, but she does buy you things a lot too
she’s also very cuddly, but she’s careful becuz she worries she’d crush you when y’all cuddle🥺 (let’s be real, she’s probably taller)
she’s not so much words of affirmation, becuz she doesn’t know what to say a lot of the time
and she does like doing things for u, in terms of acts of service, but she’s a very stressed girl n she needs to focus on herself a lot yk :)
she also love love loveeeees to spend time with u so quality time is a go lol
quality time: 9/10
physical touch: 9.5/10
gift giving: 10/10
words of affirmation: 7.5/10
acts of service: 9/10
DOLORES MADRIGAL: quality time
dolores would hang out with you till the end of time if it were her choice
she loves spending time with you, and it doesn’t matter what ur doing
she also love’s physical touch (as mentioned in the last part) any touch can make her heart go 👆👈👉👇🫵👈👉👇👆🫵 XD so she loves to touch you so she can make you feel the same way :)
she loves words of affirmation too! pet names just make her internally explode lol
and as previously mentioned she loves gifts🫶🫶both making them and getting them
quality time: 10/10
physical touch: 9.5/10
gift giving: 9.5/10
words of affirmation: 9/10
acts of service: 8.5/10
ISABELA MADRIGAL: acts of service
isabela loves doing things for you and loves it when you do things for her
she loves cuddles too, and forehead kisses, whether she’s giving or receiving
she loves little handmade gifts - but she constantly needs ideas because she doesn’t wanna only give you flowers, and she grew up really only knowing her flowers, but she wants to give you so much more <3
quality time: 8/10
physical touch: 8.5/10
gift giving: 9/10
words of affirmation: 9/10
acts of service: 10/10
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this took a lot longer than i wanted it to, and i am so sorry about that!!
i have been stressed out, finals coming up for me and all
but my schools just about out for the year, so i’ll be more active!
thanks!
-hermy <3
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See You In My Sleep
Summary: After months of silence, your soulmate reappears in your dream space desperate for help. You're desperate to save him, but you're just a bakery owner from Coruscant.
Pairing: Howzer x reader Soulmate AU
Warnings: NSFW, smut, unprotected sex, soulmate AU, PTSD, nightmares, fluff, angst.
A/N: Man, I've been rather long winded with my fics lately. This one has taken the cake (lol) for the longest soulmate fic to date. I'm terrified of posting this once as I've never written for Howzer before, but I hope I did him justice.
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It’s been months. 
You haven’t spoken to your soulmate in months. 
It wasn’t that unusual for you to go periods of time without speaking to him, but those only lasted days, at the most a couple weeks. Months, though? That was unheard of. 
It makes you worry. 
You know things have been happening, things that aren’t quite right. The sudden change from the Republic to the Empire with the end of the war was enough to have anyone paying attention raising an eyebrow. With your soulmate’s direct involvement, it only has you questioning things more. 
You know things, things most people don’t, about the Empire and its agenda. You’ve heard things that have been happening, things your soulmate has taken part in. Things he’d been questioning lately. 
You hope he’s alright. 
You share a dream space with your soulmate. When you’re both asleep at the same time, you can slip into a shared dream that allows you to see and speak with each other. Sometimes you can even share images with each other. Places, things, events. 
You can tell when it’s going to happen. Instead of drifting off like normal, it feels almost like you’re leaving your body, ascending into some higher plane. The world goes white for a moment before you’re there, standing together. You can’t touch, but you can get close enough to see the details of each other’s faces. 
The first time it happened, it took you by surprise. You hadn’t understood it at first, and most of what you saw were blurry, indistinguishable shapes around you. It had felt very cold and uninviting, even despite the fact you couldn’t make out what you were seeing. 
You always felt well rested upon waking, despite not feeling like you had slept at all. 
You had brushed it off as exhaustion, stress, some strange vivid dream. You had tried not to think about it too much, until it happened a second time. 
Once again, it had all been blurry shapes moving around in that cold, sterile place. You had entertained insanity for a moment upon waking, but you didn’t feel crazy. You felt well rested and almost comforted by the strange experience. 
It didn’t happen every night. You sometimes went a week or two without the strange floating and white place. As time went on, the images began to shift. They became a bit clearer, though you still couldn't understand what you were seeing. There was nothing indicative of a place or people or anything that looked familiar to you. It was more like looking into an abstract piece of art. 
As the years passed, things became a bit clearer. Images became things you could recognize, though you didn’t always understand what they meant. 
It was a couple years before the war started that you met him for the first time. 
He seemed equally confused by his appearance in your dream. It didn't feel quite right. He seemed too aware for a dream, too real. He was young, just barely having reached adulthood, you would later figure out. He had told you he was a clone and was training for war. 
You thought it ridiculous. The galaxy wasn’t at war. You knew galactic relations were getting to be tense. Living on Coruscant gave you a front row seat to the drama of the Senate. But to think it would come to war...that was far fetched. 
It was only after a handful of interactions with Howzer that you figured out what was going on. You had done a bit of research on your strange dreams and had come to the conclusion it was your soulmate link, and Howzer was your soulmate. 
When you told him during your next meeting, he had been upset. He told you about their rules regarding soulmates, but that most of them didn’t agree with it. He didn’t want to reject you, but he had to be careful. Thankfully, your shared dream space was easy to hide. 
He grew quickly, a product of his enhancements as a clone. He spoke a lot about his training, about his fellow clones. The idea made you uneasy, especially with war nowhere in sight at least that you could tell, but there wasn’t much you could do. Even if you knew where he was, going to see him was not an option. 
You weren’t supposed to know about his existence. 
Not that you were going to tell anyone. You had no one to tell. 
You’re just a humble bakery owner who lived among the trillions on Coruscant. 
He liked to talk about you, about your life on Coruscant. He liked to hear about the outside world, about the goings on of everyday people. It made you a bit sad, that his entire life had been created for one purpose, for a war that might never come. 
The war does come. 
Your visits with Howzer become rarer as he ships out. You still manage to see each other, but you can tell as the war progresses how much it begins to weigh on him. You can see the dark circles, the exhaustion in his face as he joins you in your shared dream space. He talks a lot about the battles and losing men, his own brothers. You give him the space to unload it all, your own tears falling as you listen to the pain in his voice, sharing his sadness. 
He has his own close calls. You’re there for the formation of every scar, every blemish. You worry about him, relishing every second you have with him. 
He likes to hear about your life, which remained relatively unchanged, even with the war. If anything changed, it was the influx of customers at your bakery. You saw plenty of senate aides, and even the occasional Coruscant Guard. 
When the war ends, you don’t hear from him for a couple weeks. You’re not surprised, given how rapidly everything seems to change. You only get him back for a few weeks, though, before he disappears. 
You often played over that last dream in your head as you waited and waited for his reappearance. You’ve tried everything you can think of to reconnect, even taking time off from your bakery to spend as much time as possible asleep in hopes you catch him, even for a moment. 
Yet he remains absent. 
So you continued on, pouring your worry into your work. You try not to think about it, but you can’t help it. You’ve begun to feel the yearning, the need to see him, hear him once more. Even if it’s just to make sure he’s alright. You want to see those deep, soulful eyes just one more time. 
Even if the next dream that comes is a rejection. 
***
It finally happens one night, when you’re least expecting it. 
You were dozing off while watching a holofilm. You had an early morning, yet you were up late trying to relax. You were beginning to get anxious, itching under your skin in your need for Howzer. 
It happens suddenly, your body floating before you’re surrounded by a familiar white glow. You nearly cry as you find yourself standing before him. 
“Howzer.” You breathe his name in relief, a weight being lifted from your shoulders almost instantly. 
He says your name, a tear sliding down your cheek. How you want to touch him, feel him, ensure he’s really here. You know though, deep in your bones. It’s really him. He’s really here. 
He looks tired. There’s dark circles around his eyes, and his face seems thinner than normal. 
“Howzer,” You breathe, staring at him with teary eyes. “What happened?” 
“I don’t have a lot of time.” He says, and you can see the desperation on his face. “I was arrested by the Empire with some of my men. I’m not sure where we are, but there’s other clones here. Some of them have disappeared. Others are being moved.” He looks guilty. “I had to close off the connection to protect you. If they found out...you would have been in danger.” 
You nod, a lump forming in your throat for a different reason. The relief you had felt is slowly ebbing away, replaced by anxiety. By fear. “Have you been able to see anything at all? Maybe...maybe I can try and find it. Or find someone that can help.” 
He closes his eyes, the white space around you shifting, showing you a few images of things he had seen. It’s not much to go off of, but it’s something.
“Be careful.” He says. “Don’t try anything stupid.” 
“What, like trying to invade an Imperial fortress with nothing but a whisk?” You crack the joke, but it lacks the normal light tone you would have used. 
You can see the softening of his gaze, but his face doesn’t move. “I don’t know when I’ll be able to do this again.” If he’ll be able to do it again. 
The reality of his situation is hitting you hard. He’s at the mercy of the Empire now. He has been for months. He’d cut off his contact with you to try and protect you, even though you know how badly you’ve both been suffering. 
“Soon.” You say, determined. “I’m going to do everything I can to find you.” 
He lifts his hand, almost like he wants to touch you, but he can’t. “Be careful.” 
You want to say it back, but the dream fades before you can.
You wake alone on the couch, the image of his eyes painted at the front of your mind. 
***
Your hands shake as you try to frost the cake in front of you. The shop will be opening in less than an hour, and you were behind on orders already. You can hardly focus, the dream with Howzer still fresh in your mind. He’s in trouble, he’s been in trouble this whole time. The fearful thoughts you had tried to suppress are coming back full force, threatening to spill over. 
You put down your piping bag, taking a deep breath. You need to work. Going home will only make things worse. You’ll have nothing to do there but sit and worry all day. At least this will be a distraction. 
You spot movement at the door, your one employee, Mina, arriving for her shift. You’ve known Mina since you were kids and would trust her with your life. You let her in, rubbing your eyes. 
“You look like a bantha ran you over.” She says, dropping her things behind the counter. 
You crack a small smile, but you’re certain it looks more like a grimace. “Just stressed.” 
“Busy day?” She asks, pulling her apron on. 
“Already behind.” You answer. 
She stares at you for a few moments as you wash your hands. You try to ignore her as you grab the piping bag once more. “Well, whatever it is, you worry about the cakes. I’ll handle the customers.” 
She goes about setting up the lobby, allowing you the chance to try and get caught up with your cake orders. It was like half the people on Coruscant were all celebrating something today. 
Mina turns on the holoTV, the end of a news broadcast popping up. The anchor’s going on about Senator Chuchi and her bold fight for clone rights despite having the majority of the Senate against her. The broadcast is saying less than favorable things about her, but you ignore it. Ever since the Empire took over, the news had become almost unbearable. Between fluff pieces and outright slander, it had become more of a coverup for things they didn’t want citizens finding out than actual news. 
You pause for a moment, something flashing through your mind. 
Senator Chuchi was very outspoken in her support of the clones. You have a clone that desperately needs help. If you could get Senator Chuchi to help, maybe you could find Howzer. But how would you get her to help? You couldn’t just walk into the Senate building and ask to see her. You’d have to give your reasoning for being there and that would put you on the Empire’s radar, or worse, get you arrested too. 
Not to mention, you have no proof except your own words. You had tried to search for anything that might look like what Howzer showed you, but you had turned up empty handed. That was partially why you were behind this morning. 
But, a Senator would have more resources to investigate. Access to information it seemed the Empire didn’t want citizens to have. 
You turn to look at Mina, setting down the piping bag once more. “Mina? Your sister still works as an aide, right?” 
Mina pauses where she had been setting up chairs, looking at you. “Yeah, why?” 
“I-I need some help.” You say. 
Mina didn’t know much of anything about your soulmate. It wasn’t so much that you didn’t trust her, but more that you weren’t sure how to approach the subject. Mina had met her soulmate not long after you both graduated school. She was a sweet Twi’lek who worked as an event planner. You’ve collaborated several times before in the past. Mina would understand your desperation, maybe enough to convince her sister to help you. 
You take a deep breath. “I need to speak with Senator Chuchi. It’s about a group of clones.” 
Mina frowns. “What are you doing getting involved with clones?” 
You should tell her. If you can get Howzer help, if he gets rescued, you’d like to bring him here. You’d like to have him in your life. She’s going to see him eventually. She’ll have to know eventually. 
You step out from behind the counter, pulling her back into the kitchen. You stand close to her, speaking quietly. It was unlikely anyone would overhear you with the door still locked, but you couldn’t be too careful. Not in this situation. 
“I need you to promise you won’t breathe a word of what I’m about to tell you to anyone. Even your sister.” You say. 
She stares into your eyes for a moment before she nods. “I promise.” 
“I’m trusting you with this. If any of this gets out, it will take down both of us.” 
She gulps, but nods. You take a deep breath, planning out what and how you’re going to tell her this. 
“My soulmate is a clone,” You begin, her eyes widening at your words. “We share a dream connection. I didn’t hear from him for months, but last night he contacted me. He was arrested a few months ago by the Empire. I think he’s in trouble. I have to help him, but I don’t even know where he is.” 
Mina stares at you in silence for a few moments, processing your words. It’s a lot, not to mention it’s dangerous what you’re saying. Howzer would be in deeper trouble if the wrong person found out about your connection, not to mention you would be in a lot of trouble. 
You don’t want to be on the Empire’s radar. 
“You think Senator Chuchi might be able to help?” Mina asks. 
“I have to try.” You say. “I have to do everything I can.” 
Mina’s silent for a few more moments before she sighs. “I can ask Shera when she comes in to meet with us later when she has time.” 
Tears fill your eyes as you nod. “Thank you, Mina.” 
She nods. “Just...if you get caught, pretend you don’t know me.” 
You laugh. “Of course. You’re just my employee after all.” 
***
“I had to pull a lot of strings, but she agreed to see you.” Shera says as soon as she steps through the door. 
Shera was an aide for Senator Organa of Alderaan. She was one of your regulars, and not just because her sister was your single employee. You liked to think she was the reason you got so many Senate aides in your shop in the morning. 
When you spoke to her, you hadn’t given much detail aside from needing to speak to Senator Chuchi about something relating to clones, and with a promise of free pastries and cakes from your bakery for life, she had agreed. 
You breathe a sigh of relief at her words. You’ve got a long way to go, but at least this was a foot in the door. A chance to try and help Howzer. “Thank you. I’m forever indebted to you.” 
She smirks. “You’re just lucky I like you. And your cakes are so damn good.” 
“I meant it.” You say, pushing a box across the counter. “For life.” 
“I will be taking you up on that.” She says, taking the box. “Tomorrow, after you close. She’ll send someone to pick you up.” 
You let out a long breath. It’s really happening. “Thank you.” 
Shera opens the box, pulling out a pastry and taking a bite. She waves her hand, mumbling with her mouth full as she turns, making her way to the door. 
You just have to make it to tomorrow. 
***
“Wait here.” 
You shift nervously on your feet, half expecting the Coruscant Guard to suddenly appear and arrest you for conspiracy or treason or something. Your hand brushes your pocket where the datastick is safely sitting, making sure it’s still there and hasn’t disappeared into thin air. 
You wait anxiously, trying not to look nervous or suspicious. You are nervous. You’ve never spoken to a Senator before, much less about something so sensitive. You don’t have concrete evidence, only Howzer’s word and your meager research. Despite how outspoken you know she is about clones and their rights, she has no reason to believe you. 
You wouldn’t blame her if she turned you away. 
You had tried not to stare at the clone that had picked you up. Despite his disguise, you know he’s a clone. You’d know that face, those eyes anywhere. 
You miss Howzer. 
Even though you have yet to meet in person, you miss his face and his voice and his presence. You’re worried for him. You know he’s not dead, you would have felt it if he was, but there could be any number of unimaginable things happening to him right now. Your hand brushes your pocket once more, making sure the datastick is still there, that it hasn’t disappeared into thin air. 
Footsteps approach, making your heart flutter. You’re sure you look like the nervous wreck you feel. You take a steadying breath as she appears, flanked by two other clones. She greets you by name, surprising you. 
“It’s nice to meet you, Senator Chuchi.” You say. “Thank you for seeing me.” 
“Of course.” She gives you a small smile. “Shera said you may have some information on clones in need of help.” 
You nod, shifting nervously on your feet. You had practiced what you were going to say over and over all day. “My soulmate is a clone and we share a dream space.” You start, telling her the truth in hopes it will help you. “He suddenly stopped contacting me a few months ago and then out of the blue a couple days ago he reappeared. He said he’d been arrested by the Empire and taken prisoner. He wouldn’t go into much detail, but he seemed worried. He said wherever he’s being held, there’s other clones there too. He was able to give me glimpses and I tried to do some research, but every time I tried to dig deeper, the holonet wouldn’t let me.” 
Senator Chuchi nods. “The Empire is locking down parts of the holonet. They don’t want civilians accidentally stumbling across something that might give them ideas.” 
You frown. All those feelings you’ve been having about the Empire seem to only become more and more validated at every turn. You reach into your pocket, pulling out the datastick. “I managed to narrow it down to a few places. I couldn’t do much else.” 
She takes the datastick. “I know someone who might be able to figure out where they are. We’ll do everything we can to rescue them.” 
“Thank you.” You say, tears springing to your eyes once more. You had been expecting the worst, and now there’s a glimmer of a chance that Howzer might be found and rescued. 
“If they find something, you’ll be the first to know.” She says, giving you a reassuring smile. 
You trust her, even though you know next to nothing about her. She could be lying, but the genuine look on her face, and how bravely she fought for clone rights in a Senate that had been against her tells you otherwise. 
All you can do is hope your research is enough, and they can find Howzer and the others before something bad happens. 
***
A few days pass in tense anticipation. There's still no word from Howzer, and no word from Senator Chuchi either. You know it has to take time, but you want to know faster. Have they been able to find them? Was your research enough? Had you been completely wrong and they had to start from scratch? 
You keep yourself busy at the bakery as you had been doing for the last few months. You've waited years for this, for the chance to meet Howzer. You can wait a few days if it means they have a better chance of finding them safely. 
You just hope it's not too late. 
You were closing up shop, planning to spend your evening worrying and sleeping as you had been doing lately in hopes of hearing from someone, when Senator Chuchi arrived in person at your shop. It was a rare occasion you got an actual Senator in your shop. 
"Senator Chuchi," You greet her from behind the counter where you had been boxing up leftover pastries to set out in front of your shop for those from below who roamed the upper levels in search of food or handouts. "How can I help you?"
She approaches the counter, a small smile on her face. "I have good news. They've found him."
You stare at her in shock for a moment, your brain trying to process what you had just heard. You've been waiting days for this, your mind thinking up every situation, every way this could happen. "What?" You ask in disbelief, your brain short-circuiting.
"They're on their way back here as we speak." She says. "Tomorrow when you close, I will have someone meet you to pick you up." 
You nod slowly, your brain trying to catch up. "They found him." You say it, almost like you're trying to convince yourself it's real. 
She smiles, nodding. "He's on his way here now."
Nerves begin to bubble in your stomach. Though you've spent years speaking to him, seeing him, you're nervous at the prospect of finally getting to see him in person. You know what he looks like, what he sounds like, what his personality is like. Yet, you've never met in person. You've never been able to touch him, to smell him, to really be with him. 
Your heart is pounding with nerves and excitement as you see Senator Chuchi out, locking the door behind you. In a matter of hours you'll be going to see Howzer. You never thought this day would come. You never thought it would actually be real.
***
The hours pass by slowly. Despite the busy hours at the bakery, time seems to move in slow motion as you wait for the end of your day. As you wait for the time to come. As you wait for Howzer's arrival. You've been lost in thought all day, fighting nerves and insecurities. 
It was ridiculous to think Howzer wouldn't like you. You've seen him, and he's seen you. If he didn't like you, he wouldn't have bothered spending hours upon hours getting to know you, baring his soul to you. If he didn't like you, he would have rejected you like he was supposed to. 
You're a little afraid because you know Howzer is different now. You could see the difference in him after months of whatever had happened to him. You’d support him as best you could, even if you couldn’t completely understand. 
You’re just worried he might get into his own head. 
You’d take him no matter what, simply because it means you’ll finally get to have him with you. 
If he wants to. 
You try not to think about it. You try not to let your insecurities get in your way as you wait patiently for your escort. 
When they finally arrive you feel like your heart may jump right out of your throat. It’s a different clone than the one that had taken you to meet Senator Chuchi the first time. You’re too nervous to speak on the trip to the location, thinking up how this scenario could play out over and over in your head. What are you going to say? 
You should have thought of this beforehand. 
Your stomach lurches as you land. You stare at the open door of the garage, at the light shining out from inside. Howzer’s in there. He’s in there, and he’s waiting for you. Your hands are shaking, and you’re not entirely sure you’re going to be able to stand. 
You have nothing to be afraid of. It’s so irrational, yet you can’t make yourself move. You know you should. You have to. The poor clone that drove you here won’t wait forever. 
You’re so close. So close. He’s right there. 
“You alright?” The clone that had escorted you asks. 
You turn to look at him, swallowing the lump in your throat. “Yeah. Nervous.” 
He nods. “I would be too. So I can confidently say, he’s probably just as nervous.” He gives you a small smile. “He didn’t come all this way for nothing.” 
He’s right. You’re a bit silly being so nervous. “What’s your name?” You ask. 
“Nitro, ma’am.” He says, nodding at you. 
“Thank you, Nitro.” 
You take a breath before pulling yourself out of the speeder. You steady yourself, trying desperately to push down the butterflies as you make your way into the garage. 
Tears spring to your eyes as they spot him. He has his back to you, but you can tell right away. You just know it’s him. Gone are the words you had thought up, the practiced speech you’d thought up on the way over of what you would say, how you would approach him. 
“Howzer?” Your voice shakes as you say his name. 
His back straightens, body turning slowly to face you. Tears threaten to blur your vision as you see him, just as he looked in your dreams. His brow furrows for a moment as he stares at you before his brows lift in surprise and disbelief. He whispers your name, almost like he’s afraid you might disappear if he speaks it too loudly. 
You’re suddenly moving, feet carrying you and before you realize it, you’re standing right in front of him. You stare at his face, every detail, every line that you had spent hours memorizing in your dreams. 
His hand slowly lifts, just like it had in your dream. Only, this is real. There’s nothing keeping you from touching each other now. His fingers brush your cheek, the rough pads ghosting across your skin like he’s making sure you’re really real. Sparks erupt under your skin at the touch, the first touch you’ve ever shared. 
You close the distance between you, wrapping your arms around him. He tenses for a moment, before he’s wrapping his own arms around you. The tears begin to fall, dampening his shirt as you cry for the months of solitude, the months of suffering he’d endured, the years you’ve both been waiting for this moment. The worry, the fear, the anxiety is melting away as you hold him, feeling him, ensuring he really is real. 
You tighten your hold on him, hands grasping his shirt as you hold on for dear life. He’s so warm, his heart thumping under your ear.
“I’ve got you, mesh’la.” He whispers, leaning his head against yours. “I’m right here.” 
“Months,” You sob, voice muffled by his shirt. “Months I didn’t hear from you. I thought something had happened...I thought-” 
He shushes you, tightening his hold on you. “I’m here now.” 
You let yourself relax in his hold, breathing him in. There’s a distinct metallic hint to his clothes, and the faint hint of sweat, but you’re not complaining. 
You don’t want to pull away from him. You want to stay here holding onto him forever. Yet, you know you can’t. 
You pull back slowly, meeting his gaze once more. His hand brushes your cheek once more, his palm warm against your skin. 
“You’re even more beautiful in person.” He says, eyes shining as he stares at you. 
Your cheeks heat up, so much he can probably feel it under his hand. You stare into those brown eyes, taking in every inch of him. “So are you.” 
The corner of his lips pull up in a grin as your face heats even more. You hadn’t meant to say that out loud. He doesn’t seem to mind, though. 
You lift your hand, pressing it against his where it’s still resting on your cheek. “I’m so glad you’re here.” 
His thumb gently strokes your skin. “Me too.” 
It’s like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders. Months of worrying, years of only having dreams to see and speak with each other had been taking its toll. The little relief you got from your shared dream space was nothing compared to having him in front of you. 
You don’t want this feeling to end. Yet, you know there’s still so much standing in your way. 
***
It’s late at night when you finally get back home. There had still been much to do after your arrival at the garage. Both you and Howzer had spoken to Senator Chuchi, and you had been introduced to the clones that had rescued Howzer, and the clones that had been part of Howzer’s squad. 
Howzer had also been a bit hesitant to leave his men, but at their insistence he had left with you. It wasn’t like you were going that far, and you wouldn’t stop him if he wanted to return to see them, or to help the fledgling rebellion. You had been briefed on their operation and sworn to secrecy, though you wouldn’t even dream of revealing them. 
“Here it is.” You say, leading Howzer inside the bakery. “My pride and joy.” 
He smiles, glancing around. “It’s cuter in person.” 
You had shown him images of your bakery in your shared dream space many times. When you’d bought the space, when you’d finished renovating, when you’d opened, and many times after as you changed aesthetics and decor. 
You smile proudly. “I put a lot of work into her.” 
He steps closer to you. "I can tell."
You stare up at him, getting lost in those eyes once more. You’re tempted to close the distance, but you don’t want to push too much. Especially not with him just having been rescued a few hours ago. 
“I have one employee, Mina.” You say, breaking the silence as you show him around the bakery. “She sort of knows about you already. Her sister helped me get in to see Senator Chuchi.” You pause by the door that leads up to your apartment. “I’m sure you’ll meet eventually, but don’t worry. She’s basically family. I’d trust her with my life.” 
You lead him up to your small apartment above the bakery. It’s not the most comfortable space, but it’s convenient and since it was just you, it worked.
You do wish you’d picked up a little before you left. 
You have crates of new bakeware stacked everywhere, along with more supplies for the bakery on the kitchen counter. It’s not so much messy as just cluttered. You had been meaning to move the crates down to the kitchen downstairs, but that was a lot of work, and with everything going on, you were a bit distracted. 
“Sorry, I’ll get this stuff cleared out tomorrow.” You say, stuffing a couple things in a crate before closing the top. You’re glad it’s the weekend and your bakery is closed. It will give you time to adjust, as well as figure some things out with Howzer. 
You straighten up, meeting Howzer’s gaze. He’s watching you, an unreadable expression on his face. You shift on your feet, unsure of what to say. You hadn’t thought this far ahead. You had been so focused on his rescue and then meeting him, you hadn’t planned much else. 
“You’re, uh, probably exhausted.” You say, breaking the silence. “You can have the spare bedroom.” You lead him across the living room to the door for the spare bedroom. “It doesn’t get used often,” You’re glad the bed is still made at least. “I don't remember the last time someone used it. There’s blankets in the closet if you get cold, but it gets pretty warm up here when the ovens are going in the kitchen downstairs. If you get too hot, you can turn on the air conditioning. I don’t bother since I’m downstairs most of the day and it cools off up here by the time I get done. Of course, we’re closed tomorrow so that won’t be much of a problem-” 
A hand on your arm stops your rambling. You stare down at it for a moment before you follow it up to Howzer’s face. “It’s fine.” He says, giving you a small smile. “I think this is the nicest room I’ve been in.” 
You open and close your mouth a few times. “That’s horribly depressing.” 
His hand slides down your arm until he reaches your hand, taking it in his. “I’d sleep on the floor if it meant I could be close to you.” 
Your cheeks warm once more, your stomach flipping at his words. “Well, I won’t make you do that. You can make yourself at home here. I’ll go out in the morning and pick up some stuff for you. I’m up pretty early usually anyway. Help yourself to anything you’d like, whenever you’d like.” You bite your lip, cutting off your rambling once more. 
“Thank you.” He squeezes your hand gently. “For everything.” 
“Well, I couldn’t just sit and do nothing.” You shrug. “I’m glad things worked out like they did.” 
“Fate has a way of making sure things do work out.” He says, squeezing your hand. 
“I guess it does.” You stare up into his eyes. 
You stand there for a few moments, just staring at one another. It doesn’t seem uncomfortable, the silence between you. You know it will take some adjusting for both of you. Him more so, adjusting to a civilian life. A civilian life he has to hide in. 
Senator Chuchi, and the other clones had cautioned both of you about anyone seeing Howzer. Especially since the Empire was aware of their interception and rescue. Though it was unlikely they’d send out a big search as that would warrant too much attention, if the wrong person saw Howzer, it would put both of you in danger. 
It was worth the risk. Though you occasionally had some higher-profile customers, you weren’t worried about them. You could easily hide Howzer in your home, and you knew where to go if you ever needed to run. Coruscant was a big place. There were plenty of places to hide. 
“I’ll, uh, let you get some sleep.” You say, pulling away from him, even though you feel you could stand there and stare at him for hours. “My room’s just off the kitchen. I’m a light sleeper so, just knock if you need anything.” 
You back out of the room slowly, hesitant to leave him but you’re starting to feel the tiredness weighing down your limbs. You know he has to be tired too. You wonder how long it’s been since he’s gotten a good night’s sleep. 
***
You settle into life with Howzer surprisingly easily. He tiptoes a bit, but you suppose that’s to be expected for someone new to civilian life. You return to a normal schedule at the bakery to keep up appearances. The last thing you need right now is for someone to suspect you of anything. 
You don’t tell Mina right away about Howzer living upstairs in your apartment. You want to give things time to settle, time to cool down before you share his whereabouts. You feel a bit paranoid about everything, but if it keeps Howzer safe, then it’s worth it. 
You haven’t used your dream space since he arrived. Though, with him being so close there wasn’t really a reason to. If you wanted to talk to him, he was only a room or a flight of stairs away. It feels surreal. 
Despite being so close, you both tiptoe around each other a bit. You hadn’t really known what to expect once you had him in front of you. You’re not really sure anyone knows what to expect when they first meet their soulmate. You’d had the benefit of speaking to him long before you actually met him, so you already knew a lot about each other, but yet, there’s still hesitation there.
You don’t really know each other. 
You’re a bit afraid to push, a bit afraid to start asking. He has to process it, and you want to give him time to do that. He’d given up a lot, risked a lot, and lost many of his men. That was just at the hands of the Empire. He had suffered through the war too.
He has nightmares often. 
The first time you heard him, it had been in the quiet hours of the early morning. You’d woken and heard the rustling sheets as he fought whatever enemy he was facing, the quiet mutterings as he relieved whatever horrible thing he was facing. 
You had debated getting up, but ultimately decided on it, not wanting to force him to continue to suffer through his nightmare. You got up and slipped to his room, watching his body jerk on the bed, brows pinched in a frown. 
“Howzer?” You asked, stepping closer to the bed. 
His eyes snapped open, body jerking upright. You suddenly found yourself with a blaster pointed at your chest. You stumbled back a step, gasping in shock. Clarity crosses his features, the blaster in his hand shaking as it stays pointed at you. 
He curses, the blaster slowly lowering. You can see the guilt, the regret in his gaze. You slowly move to his side, gently peeling his fingers from around the blaster. You drop it on the bed behind you, sinking down next to him. You’re not sure when he had gotten the blaster, but you can understand why he would feel he needed it. He’d practically been born with a blaster in hand. Of course having one now, especially in such a vulnerable situation, had to be comforting. 
“I could have shot you.” He gasps out, his breaths shaky. 
You lace your fingers with his, squeezing gently. “It was my fault. I shouldn’t have snuck up on you.” 
“I could have killed you.” He says, voice shaking. 
“But you didn’t.” You say, turning his face to look at you. “I’m alright. It was my fault.”
You can see the tears shining in his eyes from the dim light coming in the window. You hate it, you hate his suffering, you hate that he’ll blame himself for this. You hate that you feel so helpless, but you know there’s some things he has to work through on his own. 
You can’t magically heal all of him. No matter how badly you wish you could. 
***
The nightmares continue
You wake up hearing his gasps and grunts, the thrashing of his body in the sheets often. Ever since he pulled a blaster on you, you’ve been hesitant to wake him. You had been lucky he hadn’t fired, that he’d woken quickly enough to realize what was going on. Realize who was standing in front of him. 
Instead you do research. He had figured out a way to control the dream space, to keep it from happening after he was arrested by the Empire. You hadn’t used it since he contacted you before his rescue, but perhaps you could figure out a way to use it to help him. 
In your research you learn dream spaces are controlled entirely by the soulmates themselves. It’s mostly done on a subconscious level after the first initial dream. The yearning, the need to see your soulmate drives the pull into the dream space. If both are asleep at the same time, one can pull the other in. One can also shut off the dream space from the other, even without rejection. 
So Howzer in his desperation to keep you safe had subconsciously cut off your dreamspace for months. It had only opened back up when he had wanted to contact you. When he needed to contact you. 
Perhaps you can use that to your advantage. 
You wait until Howzer has another nightmare before you try it. It takes a few minutes, some deep thinking, until suddenly you’re floating on that familiar feeling, the world around you going white. 
He’s there, looking around in shock. He’s breathing heavily, eyes still wide with fear. He says your name in confusion, brows pinching as he frowns. 
“I did it.” You say, stepping up to him. “It worked.” 
His frown deepens. “What did you do?” 
“You can control the dream space.” You explain, telling him everything you’ve learned. You want to help him with his nightmares, and this was the safest way for both of you. Not that you thought he’d pull a blaster on you, or shoot you, but you could never be too careful. 
“Thank you.” He says, relaxing a bit as the nightmare falls away, left in the past. 
“You know you can talk to me.” You say. “I can’t really understand what it was like, but you know I’ll listen.” 
His gaze drops, shoulders slumping. “I don’t want to scare you away.” 
You shake your head, wishing you could touch him. “You won’t scare me. Nothing you could say would scare me. Let me help you. I want to help you.” 
He slowly lifts his gaze, his eyes meeting yours. You give him a small smile, wishing you could reach out and smooth the small frown pinched between his brows. You wish you could run your fingers over his face, ease the tension in his body. 
You’ve never cursed your alarm more than you do at that moment. 
***
The weekend couldn’t come soon enough. The bakery seemed extra busy that week, and you had barely gotten time to take a break and check on Howzer. You know he’s fine, you know he’s capable of entertaining himself and keeping himself busy. You can’t help but worry about him, though. 
You get off late every day, dragging your feet up the steps, dreading another early morning. You love the bakery, and you wouldn’t change anything, but sometimes the exhaustion really begins to hit you. 
Howzer always looks concerned, usually starting to piece together something for dinner as you drag yourself in the door. He’s no professional chef, considering he lived off rations most of his life, but he does alright. He doesn’t seem to mind doing it, and you’re more than willing to let him help out a bit. Especially if it means you don’t have to stand in a kitchen more than you already do. 
Over the weekend you planned on testing new flavors for the bakery. It was getting about time to start revamping the menu again, and you had a few things you wanted to test. You’d usually force it on Mina and her soulmate to try, but you have Howzer now. He’d never really had anything sweet before he met you, and you had rectified that very quickly. 
You rise early as usual, taking care not to be too loud as you set to start making some cakes and pastries. You hum quietly to yourself as you begin mixing, measuring out ingredients and getting the pans ready. 
Howzer rises not long after, equally an early riser, though you were usually up before him. He watches you for a while, eyes following you around the kitchen. 
He doesn’t move until you’re starting on the second batch, joining you in the kitchen. He moves hesitantly, despite his posture always speaking to his training, his status. He took up a lot of space in any room, even if he was trying to make himself seem smaller. 
“Can you teach me?” He asks, stepping up next to you. 
You look up at him in surprise. “You want to learn how to make cakes?” 
He shrugs. “Yeah.” 
You stare down at the mixer before shrugging. “Sure, why not.”
You grab an apron for him, helping him tie it before you start explaining things. Ingredients, measurements, how much to add to the pans, how long to bake them for. You teach him how to make frosting too, how perfect everything has to be, how to know when it’s mixed just enough. 
He starts to talk too as you guide him, telling you about everything. From the time you last spoke right before he defied Imperial orders to when he was rescued. He tells you what happened to him, and the little he knew about what happened to the others. 
Your heart aches for him as he spills everything, everything that haunts him in his nightmares. You can understand why they’re so bad, why they plague him so much. 
You wrap your arms around him as you wait for the cakes to cool, pulling him against your chest. You hadn’t shared much contact at all since he moved into your apartment. You’d been separated by hesitation and your own busy schedule. You know he’s here, you know he’s real, but it feels good to hold him. You want to hold him and never let go. You want to be with him every minute of every day. You want to protect him and ease his nightmares away. 
“Sleep with me.” You say, voice slightly muffled by his chest. 
“What?” He chuckles nervously, trying to pull away but you tighten your hold around him. 
“Sleep in my bed with me. At night.” You say, trying to calm the nervous pounding of your heart. It matches his pounding against your ear. “Maybe...maybe it will help with the nightmares.” 
“I don’t want to accidentally hurt you.” He says. 
“I said I was a light sleeper. As soon as you start to have a nightmare, I can slip into the dream space and pull you out.” You say. “It’s worth a try.” 
He sighs, wrapping his arms tightly around you once more. “I guess.” 
You smile. “I’ve never had a man sound so disappointed to sleep in the same bed as me before.” 
He pulls away, staring down at you with a dark look on his face. 
You burst out laughing, shaking your head. “Don’t worry. You’ll be the first to actually do it.” You shake your head. “Plenty have offered, but you know how busy I am and besides, I’ve been waiting on the right person.” 
He shakes his head, a smile forming on his face. “You think you’re so funny.” 
You grin, flicking frosting onto his nose. “I’m hilarious.” 
He looks offended before a wicked grin forms on his face, his arms scooping you up before you can even turn and run. You squeal, wiggling in his grasp. He loses his hold on you, both of you falling onto the floor in your small kitchen. He softens the drop with his arms, one hand cradling the back of your head as you hit the floor, and he falls on top of you. He’s a solid weight over you, your faces inches apart. 
You stare up into his eyes, your arms snaking around his neck. He drops just slightly closer, your breaths mingling. You lift your head just slightly before darting your tongue out to lick the frosting off his nose. 
His nose scrunches before he laughs, shaking his head. “You could just kiss me like a normal person.” 
“Who said I was normal?” You grin before you’re pulling him down, your lips meeting his. 
***
Howzer moved into your bed that night. He was still plagued by nightmares for the first few nights, but there was no incident, nothing like the first night he’d had a nightmare in your apartment. You had eased him into the dream space every time, talking him down before you inevitably woke thanks to your early alarm. 
He rises with you the first few times, until he eventually settles enough to give you a sleepy kiss before rolling over and going back to sleep. 
He also likes to cuddle. It had been a bit awkward at first, until you’d woken with his arms around you. You hadn’t said anything, and it easily became something natural. You gravitate towards each other as you were naturally made to do. 
You wake early one weekend, as you were wont to do. Not as early as you had to for work, but still too early for the weekend. Howzer agrees, his arms wrapped tight around you from behind. You can feel him, every part of him pressed up against your back. He’s shirtless, only his thin sleep pants and your own shorts separating you. His arms around your waist have pushed your shirt up, his skin touching yours. 
You can feel the energy between you, the tingling from where you’re connected. It’s a warm feeling, a comforting feeling. You feel safe, like nothing else in the world could hurt you, could come between you, so long as you’re touching. 
“Go back to sleep.” He murmurs, lips brushing your neck. 
You bite your lip at the sensation, goosebumps forming on your skin. He nuzzles his face closer, a warm puff of air ghosting over your skin as he exhales. You bite your lip, dropping your hands to his arms, trailing your fingers along his skin. He shifts against you, pressing even closer behind you. 
“I can’t.” You say, pushing back against him. 
He hums, one hand pushing higher beneath your sleep shirt, palm and fingers splaying across your stomach. You gasp at the sensation, shifting against him once more. You haven’t done more than kissing and some exploring, and plenty of cuddling. You can’t deny the heat pooling between your legs as he grinds against you, his half-hard length pressing against your ass. 
“Howzer?” You ask quietly, turning just slightly so you can see him. He lifts his head so he can stare down at you. “I’d like you to fuck me now.” 
His hand slips from beneath your shirt to cup your face. “You sure, mesh’la?” 
You take the hand on your face, boldly slipping it under your shorts so it’s resting against your damp panties. “I’m ready.” 
The corner of his lips lift in a grin. “That’s pretty good evidence.” He pushes against your underwear, applying pressure to your clit. 
You gasp, fingers wrapping around his wrist. “I’m ready. I want to do it.” 
He leans down, kissing you softly. “As long as you’re sure.” 
“I’m sure.” You say, kissing him hard. 
His tongue slips into your mouth, the hand between your legs beginning to circle your clit over your panties. You cling to him, allowing him to work your body up. You could get lost in him so easily, in his tender touches, his strong demeanor.
He’s utterly perfect. 
You moan against his lips as he continues to tease you through your panties, your own hand trailing down his chest. You trace the lines of his muscles, slowly working your way down his stomach. His hips press closer to your hand, a groan rumbling through his chest. 
You nip at his bottom lip as he pulls back, moving his body so he’s hovering over you. His hand pulls free of your shorts, fingers looping under the waistband before tugging them down your legs. You pull your shirt over your head, leaving yourself bare before him. You fight the urge to hide under his gaze, the urge to cover yourself as he studies you. 
He leans his body over yours, pressing a kiss to your lips. “So kriffing beautiful.” He murmurs, his lips trailing down your jaw to your neck. 
“Howzer,” You gasp as he nips at the sensitive skin, your arms wrapping around his strong back. 
You can feel the pulsing beneath your skin, the electricity starting to ignite your nerve endings as you get closer and closer to him. He’s so big and warm over you, the pulsing feeling shooting down between your thighs. 
You need him. 
Your fingers trail down his back before they slip under the waistband of his sleep pants. You begin to tug them down and he pulls away just enough to help you, kicking them off the end of the bed. He’s thick and hard, the tip of his cock leaking. You bite your lip as you stare at him, thighs clenching in anticipation. 
“Kriff, I need you so bad.” He groans, burying his face in your chest. He licks and nips at your skin, leaving marks in his wake. It’s so possessive, the way he leaves his mark on you, the way his hands grip your sides, your hips. 
“Take me.” You say, letting your thighs fall open for him. “I’m yours.” 
He stares down at your glistening pussy, licking his lips. “All mine.” 
“Only yours.” You gasp as his fingers trail along your slick folds, gathering the wetness there to wet his cock. 
He slips his cock along your folds, teasing you before he lines himself up. You watch him as he eases the head of his cock inside, your body stiffening a bit at the stretch. His hands grip your hips, gently massaging the skin in an attempt to ease the stretch and help you relax.
“So kriffing tight.” He breathes as he slips further in, moving slowly to give you time to adjust. 
He folds his body over yours as he sinks completely inside you, lips tracing a path from your chest to your jaw. He’s so big, stretching you so much. You wrap yourself around him, holding onto him as your body adjusts to his cock. 
“So good for me.” He whispers in your ear, shifting his hips just slightly. “So perfect.” 
You moan as his cock moves inside you, your legs tightening around his waist. 
“You like that?” He groans, pulling out just a little before sinking back into you. “Feel good?” 
“So good.” You gasp, hips lifting to meet his slow thrusts. 
“Good girl.” He murmurs, pulling out further, before sinking back in. 
You cling to him as he fucks you deep and slow, his arms wrapped around you just as tightly. You can feel him, every part of him as he makes love to you, your very souls connecting. It’s almost overwhelming, being so connected, being so full of him. 
“Howzer!” You gasp his name as you cum, shaking under him. 
He groans into your neck, hips jerking as he spills into you. 
Neither of you move, still wrapped around each other, still completely connected. You’re practically vibrating with energy as the feeling of him fills you and overwhelms your body. The warm puffs of his breath on your sweat-slicked skin, the beat of his heart echoing in your chest keeps you grounded, keeps you here with him. 
“I love you,” He whispers, lips brushing your skin. 
“I love you too.” You whisper in his ear, tightening your hold around him. 
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(I'm going to try putting the taglist in a reblog. See if that works.)
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llonelygoddess · 6 months
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How they react to...You being good with a sword
A/N: Not my best work but I'm open to feedback!
Characters: Ned Stark, Margaery Tyrell, Sandor Clegane, Sansa Stark, Khal Drogo, Brienne of Tarth, Missandei, Podrick, Jorah Mormont
TW: Horny characters, violence?
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Ned Stark: You'd both be out watching Robb, Jon, and Theon practicing with their swords in the court yard. Jon's kicking both of their asses and it's getting hard to watch so you excuse yourself from Ned's side. Walking down to the courtyard, you grab a sword and show them defensive and offensive positions. Ned almost objects as you begin but seeing his kids take your advice so seriously he smiles. If the boys can respect you as a teacher then so could he. Now, He didn't like the idea of you being in a situation where you have to use a sword but knowing you can wield one turns him on lol
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Margaery Tyrell: In the life you'd live with Margaery it would be best to keep your talent hidden. It was scandal enough to be courting someone that wasn't a man, but if said person also brandished a sword it would be the hottest gossip of the city. So you save your skills for real emergencies and the first time Margaery sees this she is beyond confused and a little scared. In private she'll thank you for saving her and ask how you learned such a thing.
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Sandor Clegane: This guy is the least phased. Like, he's definitely caught off guard by how skilled you are but not much surprises him anymore. He gives you tips every now and then but really believes in your capability. I like to think one of his favorite moments are after you both have had a good fight and you take turns taking care of each other. Wiping the wounds clean, covering them, and then taking a hot bath together ( or separate cause mans is BIG).
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Sansa Stark: It kinda depends on which era of Sansa we're talking about. Like if it's younger Sansa than she's probably a little frightened of you but would be dying to hear the stories of how you came to be so good. If it was older Sansa then she's highly impressed and requests for you to be apart of her personal guard. She likely will ask for you to teach her a few things so she can defend herself as well.
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Khal Drogo: Man is impressed. He values strength so seeing you with a weapon at all riles him up, but seeing you defend yourself from another Dothraki who spoke against you? He's immediately dragging your ass to bed, or he might just take you in front of everyone.
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Brienne of Tarth: <3 Big heart eyes<3 Finally! Someone who can keep up with her. This woman spent her whole life being told that anyone who wasn't a man couldn't possibly wield a sword properly, and after proving that wrong herself it's refreshing to see you also beating the stereotypes. She loves to train with you and teach you things as well as learn from you. After your first real battle together she'll do her best not to hover but you can tell she's stressed out about whether you were hurt or not. Of course she knows you can take care of yourself but she loves you and can't help but worry.
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Missandei: As an educated woman and former slave, Missandei never had time ( or the desire) to learn the ways of a sword. When she met you, you were training with Jorah and Grey Worm and she was impressed with how you could keep up with them. From then on, She's always enjoyed watching you train, your strength filling her with pride. She feels content knowing that you can defend yourself and her at any moment.
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Podrick: Honestly, he's relieved. I mean, don't get me wrong he'll defend you without a second thought ( it's very hot) but knowing that you can handle yourself in a fight takes the pressure off of him a little. He worries for you, the world you both live in will eat and spit people out and the thought of something happening to you haunts him. He may try to give you tips ( even if you're better than him lol), so just let him help the few ways he can.
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Jorah Mormont: You'd both probably meet while working for Daenerys so there's almost an expectation that you'd be good at defending yourself/her. In your first fight together you save him from a sword that nearly took his head off and after that day he begins to see you as more than just another guard.
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httpjungkookcom · 1 year
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Wobbly Legs | JJK (m)
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Pairing | Jungkook x Reader
Word Count | 7K-ish
Genre | Idol! Jungkook x "Man Eater”! Reader, Established Relationship Now (Excitinggg!!!)
Summary | Jungkook's never shy when asking you to try new things because he knows you'll never judge him, never laugh at him. (With malicious intent anyways.) That doesn't mean he's not nervous, hiding and ducking his head the entire time with a giant blush spread across his face while he's asking. With a bit of coaxing, Jungkook finally spits it out. Unknowingly, he's more in for it than he even realizes.
Index | pegging!!!, sexual content, dirty talking, Jungkook still gets praised a lot, fingering (male and female receiving), oral (male receiving), sub! Jk, bottom! jk, overstimulation, hair pulling, jungkook is still shy and flustered around the reader, jungkook in love like never before, makes sure his sweet gf cums like a good little bf, my personal bias for Jungkook’s nose (sue me lol), Reader is feral by the end of this lmao
A/N | Based off of my previous post, Man Eater Hunting. It's a long one, so I'll give you the general gist of it. Jungkook has a fat crush on the reader who happens to be Namjoon’s best friend, the reader thinks he just wants in her pants so she teases him for a while, pinning after each other for 40k words, and eventually proclaim their undying love for one another. In a secure, happy relationship by the end :) (A lot of fucking in between.) If you’d like to read it, it’s still pinned on my blog I believe. 
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Ever since the both of you’ve gone public with your relationship, Jungkook has been happier than ever. He gets to hold your hand in public, kiss your forehead, hug your waist, and do everything else under the sun without the worry of your lecturing. Your identity is still private, and most media respect it enough to at least not post an unblurred photo of your face. There are still plenty of photos of the both of you unblurred, but you try hard to look on the bright side. While being public means stress and worry for you in terms of media and cameras, seeing Kook be so happy makes the familiar warm feeling when you’re with him spread throughout your chest. The members are also all very supportive, their youngest visibly cheerier even on days he’s tired, worn down, or even lost a Mario Cart round against Taehyung. 
You, Namjoon, and Yoongi still have your little group inside the larger group, one that Jungkook’s been trying to invade for the last 3 months. Yoongi constantly kicks him out of your studio, producing party, whatever you wanna call them, nights, claiming it’s a “no boyfriends allowed,” party. Jungkook then gets your favorite food or drink and pouts outside the studio door until you’re all done. Tae and Jimin still take stabs at you and Kook every so often, just enough to start a playful banter but never enough to actually hurt your feelings anymore. Jin has always been supportive and still is if not more. And Hope still takes jabs when he can, more so at Jungkook just to get him going than you. And lastly, Jungkook’s still Jungkook, just as needy as the night you’d met at Joon’s party. 
Date night today, mine or your place? 
Jungkook’s notification flashes across your screen, phone resting on the kitchen island as you cook dinner. A giant smile spreads across your face before you can even think to stop it, rushing to text him back. You type back with your pinky, other fingers too dirty from the ingredients. 
Mine, I’m cooking already :) 
Be there in 15.
He’s over in 10 minutes max, softly knocking on your front door. You open it with your elbows, hands held away from anything that doesn’t need seasoning smeared against it. Quickly, you dodge the embrace that you know happens when Jungkook steps into your apartment, hurriedly running off back to the kitchen. “I don’t wanna get your nice shirt all dirty,” You justify your retreat before he even has a chance to ask, you already know it's coming from the soft exhale you just barely caught while running for security.  
“That doesn’t mean run away from meeee,” Kook whines back, following your warpath to the kitchen as he wraps his arms around your frame. He’s careful to keep his fingers away from any hot surfaces, taking the opportunity to place his palms on your chest without lecture. Besides that, he’s gone to the world as his face buries itself into your shoulder. “How’s your new job going?” He mumbles against your skin, causing goosebumps to shoot down your spine. Feeling the smirk from him on your skin, the little shit knows exactly what he’s doing. ”My little lead director of communications.” 
(Namjoon swears he didn’t put in a good word for you at his company regarding the application, but you’re almost 99% positive he did. You reassure yourself that you deserve to be there by saying the interview went well at least.)
“Everyone’s so nice, you know?” You begin, trying to fight off the laugh that threatens to overflow. “My new nickname is The girl Jeon Jungkook picks up after work, in the office. And sometimes it’s, Doesn’t he have a girlfriend? Is he having an affair?!!” You joke dryly, looking over your shoulder at him. “Because there’s no way we could everrr be in a relationship in this universe.” You chuckle.
At this, Jungkook tries hard not to laugh at your dismay. He doesn’t try very hard, eventually cracking up. “Hey, what can I say? I’m popular.” He cracks, earning him a soft elbow in the ribs that quickly makes him retreat away from you. “Sorry! Sorry! Do you want me to talk to them, and tell them it’s not cool? Or have a staff meeting about bullying and gossip?” 
Jungkook is lucky he’s so pretty, you think. This only makes your dismay worse, corners fighting hard to not tug up in a smile at how ridiculous he sounds. “That would make it worse, mom.” You finally crack into a smile, “If you were to go in there and tell them off like I’m 5 years old, I’d put in my two weeks immediately.” You laugh, putting the food onto plates before heading into the living room. This part of your and Jungkook’s routine is almost solid without how many date night-ins you’ve had in recent months. Kook goes for the drinks and utensils before joining you on the couch, clicking on the television. 
You can almost hear the cogs turning in his brain. “Or, I can send a strongly worded email.” He adds, sitting down before pulling your legs over his lap. “No, no. I leave a voicemail. that’ll really get ‘em.” 
“Koookkk.” Groaning, you can’t help but begin to laugh by the end of it. “I think, and hear me out, don’t get going just yet.” Your hands are held out in front of you. “Maybe, you don’t have to pick me up at my office every day when we leave the building. Maybe we can just meet in the garage or something. That way it’ll slowly die out of the conversation.” Jungkook’s almost offended by your words, dramatically placing a hand over his heart as if you’d shot him. 
“That's the best part of my day, not happening.” Jungkook gives one hard shake of his head, a definitive no before he resumes eating. 
“The best part of your day can be me walking to you in the parking garage instead.” You shoot, watching as Jungkook pretends to think hard about it. The final verdict is another hard shake of his head, signaling no. “Ugh, fine how about the cafeteria?” Another no. “Breakroom?” Another no. “Common areas?” Another no. “Jungkookkkk, work with me,” You complain, pointing at him threateningly with your chopsticks as you drive your foot into his abdomen. 
“I like picking you up at your office.” He shrugs as he sets his food aside, going to grab your foot in his hold. The last time this happened, jungkook tickled you half to death, eventually earning him a hard kick to the temple. (You felt horrible, and he couldn’t shoot content for a week.) Immediately, you make your foot retreat in fear of his safety. He completely ignores the next train of complaints from you. In retaliation, you crumple up a napkin and bounce it off of his head, which he still doesn’t acknowledge. 
“I can’t be called The girl Jungkook picks up, at my job. I really can’t Kook.” 
With an exaggerated sigh, Jungkook finally gives in. “Fine, we can meet at the cafeteria.” He almost whines, pinching your calf lightly to display his grievances. After your mini celebration that Jungkook mopes throughout, the both of you get comfortable with just eating and watching the show as it fills the silence. Jungkook’s finished eating much faster than you are, waiting impatiently for you to be done. As soon as your plate hits the coffee table, he’s pulling you closer. “I miss you.” He starts, laying back and dragging you along with him.
“You see me every day.” You genuinely laugh, cuddling close to him as you continue to watch the show, cheek squished on his chest. 
“It’s just not the same.” He's never satisfied. “When you’re working you’re all dressed up, and put together, and have your little bag filled with papers and fuck knows what else.” You chuckle softly, glancing up at him. “I miss just hanging out, watching tv, wearing pajamas, and you making fun of my toe socks which are very comfortable, FYI.  We’ve been so busy recently.” At that, he holds you just the smallest bit closer. Your arms wrap around him in return, hands pancaked in between his back and the couch cushions. Glancing up, Jungkook’s soft gaze meets yours, a small smile spreading across his face. You return the smile, reaching up to hold his cheeks in your palms. 
“First of all, the socks are atrocious. I only put up with them because it’s you.” You laugh loudly. 
“Awwwww.”
“Secondly, you remind me of your younger self, Kook. It’s like I can still see him in you.” You smile hard, rubbing along the bridge of his nose with your pinky. If you were anyone else, Jungkook would tell you off for pointing out his nose, maybe even cuss a bit. But it's you, and he knows how much you rave about how cute you think it is, so he lets you slide your finger across. “So loving, so sweet Jungkook.” You can’t help but grin, moving to softly pink his cheeks in between your thumbs and index fingers. His teeth show slightly from the stretch, making you beam back at him. “My sweet boy.” You coo, finally releasing him as you lay back on his chest. Jungkook holds you even closer after that. 
Jungkook’s fingers absentmindedly scratch along your back, every now and then rubbing the goosebumps that sprout up in their wake. You’re more focused on the movie than anything, brows furrowed together slightly as you listen closely to the dialogue to not miss a single detail. Jungkook, on the other hand, is the complete opposite. It’s already been an hour, you’re paying little to no attention to him and he’s growing impatient. The innocent scratches turn into heavy petting, eyes glued only to your frame, as his hips constantly readjust in their own accord. Trying to be subtle, Jungkook does his best to slowly hike your top up to get his hands on your bare skin. You’re more than aware of it, purposely ignoring him as you’re dead set on finishing up the stupid murder mystery, clue reminiscent, movie where you have to find out who the killer is. “Kook, go rub one out or something. I have 30 minutes left.” You complain, swatting away his hands as they begin to trail further underneath your shirt. 
“No, it’s not the same.” He immediately whines, curling up more to you, face burying itself in your neck as he sits up slightly. You can feel the soft kissing, leaving light marks on your skin that he soothes with his tongue. “Do you remember when we were in my studio for the first time?” Jungkook almost shutters as he lays under you. So much for movie night and cuddles. “And you hit my prostate? I wanna do that again-“ He whines, burying his face in your chest in embarrassment. Your attention is finally diverted from the movie now, glancing down at him. You can only see the tips of his ears, burning a bright red that you can only guess is also spread across his cheeks. “But more.” He adds. 
“You want me to fuck you? Is that what you’re saying?” Your voice drops, Jungkook immediately perking up at the tone with a small smile. “My boy, you want just my fingers, or you wanna be fucked?” Your hands come up to gently hold his head in them, fingers rubbing along his cheeks. Jungkook naturally leans into your touch, smiling softly as he deliberates. 
“I want you to fuck me.” Jungkook finally states, nodding to solidify his statement. His words are booming in your otherwise quiet apartment. 
“Oh shit.” You chuckle, his tone catching you slightly by surprise. At the small laugh, Jungkook’s face falls. “No, no I just laughed because it was so blunt and loud. Not at you, Kook.” You're quick to reassure, leaning forward to place a kiss on his forehead. “I think I may have a strap-on from-“ 
“You have a strapon?!?!” Jungkook interrupts you, shock and jealousy coursing through his voice, making you laugh. 
“Listen! It was a gag gift from my friends in college, it’s not even used.” You roll your eyes, watching as he calms down. “You never let me finish my sentences.” You laugh, sitting up on his lap. He’s quick to follow, lurching into a seated position to meet you. “When bun?” His brow immediately creases. 
“Today? Maybe?” The smirk that grows on your face is cheek aching, hands holding his face in your palms. Your thumbs gently brush his cheekbones, making him instantly melt in your hold. 
“You’re cute, Kook.” You grin hard, leaning forward to place a gentle kiss on his nose. “Of course, I’ll fuck you bun. Happily. C'mon, to the bedroom.” You lightly slap his shoulders, encouraging him up. In a flurry, he’s hoisting the both of you from the couch in a millisecond, arms wrapped tightly around your waist. (He’s almost running into the bedroom, your legs wrapped tightly around him.) Jungkook wastes no time, allowing himself to fall backward onto the bed. 
You land with a huff, Jungkook quickly situating you on his lap. “Alright, alright, I’m ready.” He smiles hard, ripping a laugh from your throat. “Do your worst.” It’s comfortable, the way your bodies easily fit together with one another, lips slotting together. You can taste the strawberry chapstick he wears so often, and smell the subtle citrus perfume that he always puts on when it starts to wear off. As always, Jungkook is easy to rile up. Slow kisses, pulling on his hair, slipping your hand underneath his shirt, and he’s already in over his head. 
“You’re too easy, Kook.” You smile up at him softly, biting the soft skin on his neck as a dark mark begins to show. “I really hope you’re not always like this, with all your other girlfriends.” You tease him, knowing just how much he hates it. (He really does hate it, how could he want anyone else when he has you?)
“Y/nnnnn,” He complains, hands squeezing your thighs on either side of his waist hard, leaving small bruises in their wake. “You know I’m only this easy for you, always only you.” 
“Hmmm, I don't know. Mr big league, international idol.” You continue to press all of his buttons, fighting back the smile as you look for the expression you already know he’s wearing. It finally makes you crack, cheeks hurting from how hard the smile is. Your hands slip underneath his ridiculously sized T-shirt, cold hands leaving goosebumps in their path as he involuntarily flinches away from them. You bunch it in your hands, peeling it off and over his head. “What was that one show you had recently, all sold out? How man fans did you-”
“You know that’s inaccurate,” Jungkook states immediately, dead serious which makes you laugh out loud. 
“Alright, alright. Just getting you all bothered, bun,” The whine Jungkook lets out as you jokingly flick a nipple makes you ache, snapping you back into the reality of what the two of you are actually doing. “Fuck, bun. You gonna let me play with your pretty tits, hmm?” His fluffy hair bounces from how aggressively he shakes his head. You groan back, experimentally taking a nipple in between your teeth, harshly running your tongue over it.
“Feels good, feels good.” Kook whines, hips involuntarily grinding up against you. A small yelp unconsciously falls from him as you bite, one of his hands coming up to press firmly along your shoulder. “Biting? You just bit me!” He whines loudly, rubbing his chest. It makes you laugh.
“You bite me all the time without realizing it.” You counter, softly pulling his hand away by his wrist. Your tongue meets his chest once more, soothing over the mark before harshly licking, sucking, and biting once more. “You’re also always so rough with me, bun. Are you gonna let me be rough with you?”
“If you ever get there, sure. Seems like you’re stalling, you scared beautiful?” It’s taunting, finally his turn to push your buttons as he smirks down on you. 
“We’ve gotta get you prepped Kook, otherwise you’ll be no fun to play with.” Once again, another tease meant to rile him up. Jungkoko groans just from your words, hands pulling your hips closer. Before he has a chance to counter, you’re moving down to meet his waistband, tugging on the sweatpants. Your thumbs hook underneath, catching both his underwear and tugging them off in one easy swoop. He’s rock hard, his cock hitting his lower stomach. “Can you reach over and grab the lube?” The bedside table is being slung open in two seconds flat, everything slapping against the front. Jungkook avoids the look you give him. 
“Shut up, I don't wanna hear it.” He chuckles, handing it over after fishing around for it. “So how do you? How do we uh? Fit it in.”
Your heartbeat catches for a moment, glancing up and catching the slight nerves on his face before they disappear. “Kook.” You smile gently, a fond feeling in your chest. “We start slowly, Kook. We definitely don’t have to rush and if you want to stop we can always have a raincheck.” Jungkook listens intently, eyes wide as he takes everything in. Slowly. he nods as you finish up your speech. “So, we start slow.” You give him one last reassuring smile before you take the lube from him, being extremely generous as you apply it to your fingers. 
His hips jerk into your hold as you take his aching cock with a soft fist, nerves making him jumpy. “Bun, relax. You know I’ll take care of you.” You coo to Jungkook, a blush flushing across his entire face. 
“I know, I know you always do.” Jungkook nods, coaxing himself to relax as he lays down rather than resting on his elbows. You see part of his face, eyes screwed shut as he focuses on your touch. His breath sucks in as the cold lube meets his skin, legs tensing around your body where you sit between them. 
“You have to relax, Kook.” You reiterate once more, sliding down slightly as your lips brush against his head. “You’ve been here before, bun.” You giggle, taking his head in your mouth as you focus on distracting him. He’s distracted easily, one hand reaching down to run his fingers through your hair, gently pulling at the strands. You allow him, sinking down slowly as you gauge his reaction. 
“Feels good.” You can vaguely hear him whine, head pushed back into your pillow as he tries his hardest to focus on your mouth. As his legs relax around your body, losing himself in the pleasure, you easily slip your middle finger into his ass. “Fuck me!” He whimpers, clamping down around your finger. 
“You’re okay, bun. You’re okay.” You reassure, glancing up to catch his expression. After he relaxes a bit, you sink onto his cock once more, not yet moving your finger. You can feel Jungkook’s gaze burning into your skin, watching intently as your nose brushes his abdomen. Experimentally, your finger draws out before easily sliding back in, pulling the smallest whine from the very back of his throat. Sinking back down onto his cock, you fight the gag off as he grinds into you, finally allowing the pleasure to wash over him again. 
“Fuck! Is this what it feels like?” Jungkook whines loudly as you slip another finger in, gently pressing against his prostate as his hips readjust on their own.
“Feels like when what?” You draw before sinking back down onto him, your tongue harshly against rubbing the underside of his cock. 
“When we fuck, when I’m in you.” It’s whiny and slightly breathless as he bites back his moans. Jungkook flushes a bright red across his chest and face, breath uneven as his chest rises and falls with heaves. 
“Not at all, you’re way bigger than my fingers, bun.” It’s a boost in his confidence, immediately vanishing as one of your hands meets the back of his thighs. “Up Kook, just a bit so I can work you open,” He whines, so deep and guttural that you almost want to whine back. You're at three fingers when you actually start, beginning to fuck into him with your fingers, curling them to hit his prostate. His poor cock sits untouched on his abdomen, softly dripping precum onto his stomach from your touch. 
Jungkook knows he’s in for it as you shuffle around in between him, climbing to your knees as his legs rest around your waist. It’s a change in your recent dynamic for sure, but he can't help the way his cock throbs the whines that slip past his bright red, bitten lips. Your free hand runs along his thigh, pulling it up slightly more as you push his hips into the mattress, fingers working him open and closer to his end. 
“Kook?” You call softly, earning you a small hum in return. “You gonna be good for me, cum from my fingers?” Truthfully, he doesn’t know if he can but he trusts you enough to take him there. He nods quickly, bangs falling into his face. You pull another whimper just from changing your position, leaning over him slightly to watch all of his expressions. Taking his cock into one hand to push him closer, the other fucking him open, your body pressing him into the mattress, his mind just melts. His body feels hotter than humanly possible, mind reeling from all the sensations at once. 
“Good boy Kook, my good boy.” Cooing, your lips meet his jaw as you gently kiss his hot skin. 
“Close, really close.” Jungkook doesn’t quite understand the feeling that grows in his abdomen, only that it’s continuing to build as your fingers press harshly into him. He barely registers the feeling of your hand leaving his aching cock, mind too preoccupied with the incoming orgasm. “Coming.” His entire body shakes, hands searching for any sort of contact as they wrap around your body, pulling you closer to him. Jungkook’s sure he’s never experienced something like this before, sure he’s never come this hard in his entire life. 
“Easy, Kook. It’s okay.” You help him through it, milking it for the most pleasure you can give him. Slowly easing your ministrations to a stop, you plant kisses around his face. Jungkook cums harder than you’ve ever seen, thighs still shaking against your body as he rides it out. “You okay?” He looks like he’s just run a marathon, chest heaving as he comes back. 
“Yeah, yeah.” Kook huffs, flushed bright red underneath you. 
“I’ll be right back? Okay?” He nods, allowing you to slip from his legs and instead begin to rummage through your bedside dresser. His eyes burn into your skin as you finally find it, the overly realistic strap-on held in place by a leather harness. “You still sure about this, bun?” You have to fight to untangle it, embarrassment following across your cheeks as you work on putting it on over your lace panties. Jungkook doesn’t even register your struggle as he watches. 
“Yeah, yes. Please, Y/n.” Jungkook whimpers, cock throbbing as it slaps against his stomach. Nervousness sets in as you resume your spot in between his legs, hands rubbing along his thighs as they tense beneath your touch. “You’ll be gentle, right? Please?” He whimpers, taking one of your hands in his own. 
“I’ll be as gentle as you are with me.” You giggle, slowly pushing his thighs back up to press his hips into the mattress. “Kidding, of course, I’ll be gentle, Kook,” You reassure, finally dropping the small nag as you once again fish for the lube. Jungkook fights the whimper that threatens to fall past his lips as he watches you lube yourself up, eyebrows scrunched together. “Ready bun?” 
His lips are caught between his teeth as he nods, one of his hands meeting your own that holds his knee back. Leaning forward, you offer a quick kiss before starting. It’s slow, his chest heaving as you slowly allow the head to slip inside. 
“You’re okay, bun.” You hum, redirecting a free hand to slowly jerk his cock. Sliding in slightly further, a loud moan slips past his lips as you brush along his prostate, cock throbbing in your hold. You have to talk him through it, sliding in inch by inch and allowing him to readjust each time. Rocking your hips slightly, Jungkook slowly takes the last inch before you’re fully inside, the base of the strapon grinding slightly against his skin. “You alright bun?” You coo, gently pulling an arm away from his flushed face. 
Jungkook’s eyes are slightly watery, lips shining and bright red from how much he’s bitten down on them. Allowing him to adjust, you lean down to kiss him, lips sliding against one another as you grind against him. With a small nod from Jungkook, he encourages you back up. 
“You’re so deep.” He whimpers as a response, clenching and unclenching around you. If only you could feel it, you’re sure you’d go insane. Seeing him so fucked out, pinned underneath your hold, whimpering and crying as he takes it., and being able to feel it? You’re bordering insane already. “Move, please.” Jungkook whines, so genuine that it causes you to clench around nothing. 
“So good for me, Kook.” You praise, sliding out and easily pushing in in one swift thrust. The sound it makes is absolutely lewd, adding to your insanity. 
“Fuck! Fuck!” 
“So whiny, crying and I’ve barely started bun. Barely even moving right now.” You tease, watching as his cock bounces with each taunt. You can’t help but grind against him, feeling the faint warmth of his skin on your lower stomach. 
“Yeah? Thought you wanted to be rough with me?” Jungkook knows what he’s doing, knows how much he’s essentially fucking himself over with his words, but he doesn’t care. He’s in trouble as you hike his thighs up with ease, pinning him to the bed how he pins you constantly. Vulnerability spreads throughout his entire body, open wide in front of you before you’re following, thighs pressed against the curves of his ass. 
“Bun, be careful with your words.” You tease, giving him one hard snap of your hips to prove your point. It gets it across easily, forcing a moan past his lips which you swallow in a sloppy kiss. Jungkook’s burning up from the inside out, watching as your chest bounces each time you rock your hips into him, feeling the warmth of your skin each time you bottom out. His legs are hiked up higher than he’s ever been, knees almost touching the bed beside his torso as you fold him in half. “You alright, bun?” You ask, not paying much attention as your mind is focused on wedging your hands in the folds of his knees better. 
“Yeah, yeah. I just didn’t know this would feel so intense?” He mumbles, hands reaching around his legs to hold your forearms in his palms. Moans fill your bedroom, Jungkook unable to hold back a single one. “Vulnerable? Feel this good? I don’t know which term I’m looking for.” 
“Vulnerable? You feel vulnerable Kook? Do you want me to slow down-”
“No! No, I don’t feel vulnerable with you.” Jungkook wears a soft smile across his face, quickly broken as you rock harder into him. “The position is just…compromising I suppose.”
You can’t help but giggle at him. “Good, bun. I’m glad.” Grinning, you catch his lips in a quick kiss before pulling away once again. To get more leverage, (you’re going off of stuff you’ve seen Jungkook do,) you push yourself up onto your feet. “Being so good, taking me so well.”
“Are you, fuck fuck ah,” He whines, clenching around you as you’re able to finally set a steady pace, using your legs as leverage. “Are you mating pressing me right now?” Jungkook cracks in between moans, trying his hardest to maintain his composure. His brows are scrunched together, lips bit bright red as his lids struggle to stay open, completely and utterly fucked out. There’s a thin layer of sweat slowly building, making his skin shine prettily. 
“Wish I could feel you Kook, wish I could.” You ignore his previous comment, eyebrows scrunching together as you focus on your movements. In any other context, Jungkook would coo at you and rub the small wrinkle that forms out with both thumbs, place a kiss there maybe. But in this context, with the concentration you’re giving him, it’s a scary one.
“Fuck, don't say that. Don't know how I’d react if I was able to feel you.” He reaches, teasingly pulling you in by your hip and throwing off your balance.
“I’m about to slip a fucking sleeve over your cock so you stop being such a smartass, bun.” You growl, snapping hard into him. It’s the whinest moan you think you’ve ever heard from Jungkook since you’ve met him, cock jumping at the threat. “Such a whore, Kook.” You can’t help but quip, watching as he stifles the moan that threatens to spill out. 
“Think I’m gonna cum again,” His hands move to rest on his forehead, covering his face from you. 
“Uhh uhh, you know better than that bun.” The smugness drips from your voice, one of your hands coming to pin Jungkook’s hands away from his red face. “C'mon, don’t make me punish you, cum for me like a good boy.” There’s a feral-ness in your voice, wanting to see him squirm underneath you, cry for you as he cums. Your hips snap on their own accord, watching as his soft pink lips part with each moan you work out of him. 
“Fuck, Kook. So beautiful underneath me feels like I’m gonna die,” You complain with a smile, leaning over his body to bite softly into his chest. And you move to nip his neck, then the very base of his jaw, before moving back to his chest again to mark him. “Can't take it, how good you are.” You praise more, watching as he teeters on the very edge of his orgasm. His brain genuinely melts, jaw falling slack just the slightest bit as he full-body cums again, legs shaking around your waist. Jungkook breaks your hold on his arms, pulling your body close as he kisses you, sloppy and needy. Your palms trail along his skin, offering comfort to his shaking thighs and heaving chest as you slowly soothe them. “Easy, bun, easy.” You coo in between kisses, eventually slowing the needy kisses down to gentle and slow to help him catch his breath. 
“Holy shit,” He finally offers, making you chuckle as you softly smooth his messy hair, pushing his bangs away from his sweaty forehead.
“You’re making such a fucking mess, bun. Just fuckin oozing everywhere like a whore, can't help it huh?” Teasing, you swipe at his abdomen to collect some of it, showing it off on your fingers. Jungkook can't help but tremble, whines spilling past his lips from your teasing. “You okay? Wanna take a break?” You check in after dropping your teasing tone, sitting up a bit on your heels to assess him. There are way more bite marks than you remember giving him, some showing the indents of your teeth in his flesh. It makes your cheeks warm, thumbs swiping the bite marks gently to try and smooth them out (it doesn’t work at all.) 
“No, no, I think I have one more in me at least. God, pretty girl, fuckin feral huh?” Jungkook smiles, rubbing over the bite marks himself. Embarrassment overcomes you, cheeks reddening as all you can do is smile. “I like it.” 
“What can I say, gotta mark what’s mine.” You offer cheekily, leaning in for one last kiss before resuming. “You think you can take it on your knees?”
“Oh fuck,” It’s more of a whimper than anything, Jungkook knowing this is, in fact, going to be the last one before his mind melts entirely. “Think I might die if I take it on my knees.” He offers, whimpering as you slide out of him to allow him to move. If Jungkook was luckier, you suppose you’d go easier on him, maybe whisper sweet nothings into his ear as you give him back shots. As he flips over, ass waving in the air, you feel as if you’ve been starved for the last year. His waist looks smaller than normal like this, shoulder muscles flexing as he rests on his arms, thighs shaking just the slightest bit from his previous 2 orgasms. 
Definitely not going to be gentle, you discern. Your hands instinctively reach for his ass, lightly slapping this skin underneath your palms to test his reaction. He offers a muffled groan, pushing his ass back into you. Slapping slightly harder, his skin begins to redden into a faint handprint. “My little whore.” You can't stop yourself, Jungkook pushing himself back once again. Pushing yourself up onto your knees, you easily slip in the head, earning a throaty groan from Kook. “God, bun.” Is all you can manage, reaching over into your bedside drawer to fish out another toy. “Be good and get this wet for me, alright?” You almost purr, a giant smile spread across your face as you hand him the fleshlight. 
You slide into him with a wet shhlickk, humming softly as your hips meet his soft skin. Glancing around to the best of your ability, Jungkook’s obviously conflicted as he steals glances at the bottle of lube that sits near him. “Bun, I said wet it.” You drawl, leaning over his body to reach, Jungkook letting out a whine from how deep you are. You take it from his stilled hands, his mind too preoccupied with the way your hips press into his ass. “Cum a couple of times and can’t think, huh?” You tease, pushing the toy up to his lips, grinding it against him as he begins eating it out. 
Jungkook groans, so deep and throaty that you would've sworn he just came without even being stimulated, mind beginning to catch up to all the sensations. “Please, move Y/n. Can’t take it, too deep.” Kook whimpers, pushing his ass harder into your hips. Death grip still around the toy, you're unmoving. 
“Bun, cmon. Be good for me, this is the first thing I've asked of you this entire time.” It’s a sight for your sore eyes, pink tongue slipping into the clear center as his eyebrows form that familiar crease between them with concentration. The hand not holding the toy slides around his torso, gently rubbing over his sensitive chest and nipples to give him some sort of touch. You can't help but clench around nothing, watching as his jaw flexes and tenses with each movement. Pulling it away, you're almost drooling with desire. “You gonna let me be rough with you, bun?” You tease, easily sliding the toy partially over him. 
He just shakes underneath you, absolutely quivers as he sinks into the toy. “Yes, please. Please be rough, be mean,” He whines, biting down hard on his lower lip as you rock into him, forcing him to rock into the toy in turn. 
“See Kook? I move, you move.” You can’t help but smile, chest still flush against his back as you allow him to get used to it. Both hands find his chest, squeezing, pinching, and rubbing wherever they can. Jungkook’s basically panting underneath you, abs clenched hard in concentration as he tries not to cum embarrassingly early. “Gonna move now, alright?” He offers a nod as an answer, eyes screwed shut and lips bit down. 
You force a deep moan out of him with the very first thrust of your hips, not only hitting his prostate but forcing him completely into the clear toy underneath him. “Gonna cum early Kook? Feels too good, huh? Just so many different sensations happening at once.” You tease him. Reaching forward, you pull hard on the back of his hair, Jungkook’s being forced up onto his hands.
“Feels good, really good. Too good.” He almost babbles, making the heat in your abdomen pool. “Don't wanna cum yet, but might.” He whimpers, mouth falling open as you snap your hips hard into him. Without even thinking, you allow your fingers to slip into his mouth, pressing down hard on his tongue. Jungkook genuinely drools, coating your fingers and creating a string that falls onto the covers. “Lemme cum, wanna cum, bad.” 
“You have to ask nicely.” You grit, grinding into him. One of your arms wraps around his torso, holding him close. Your lips meet his shoulder, biting down slightly on the warm skin.
“Please lemme cum.” It’s the best you’re going to get in his current state, mind seconds from leaving his head completely. 
“Go head bun, come hard for me.” You coo, keeping your antics up to the best of your ability given the exhaustion slowly creeping up on you. (You’re older than Kook, give yourself a break. You don’t have as much stamina as the boy.) “Be good and let me hear you, bun.” You could cum just from listening to him, whining, moaning, and borderline crying as he cums for the last time of the night. His thighs shake against yours, hands creating fists around the covers as his knuckles go white. “Easy, Kook. Easy, you’re okay.” You help him through it, hands roaming his body to help ground him with your touch. Slowly, you maneuver him back down to his elbows to rest. “Gonna slide out, okay, I’ll be careful.” Talking him through it, you help him onto his back, tossing the toys aside to be cleaned. 
“Holy fuck.” Jungkook whines, covered in his own fluids as he finally rests entirely. There’s drool covering his chest, absolutely lewd as he peers up at you with half-open eyes. “Gonna have to do that again, sometime.” 
“You okay, Jungkook?” You ask gently, taking him into your arms as your lips meet for the millionth time that night. 
Jungkook beams at you, the widest and most cheesy smile you’ve seen in a while. “Of course, babe. More than okay, thank you for doing that with me.” He grins, cupping your face in one hand as he kisses you. 
“C'mon, let’s go take a bath. I don't think your legs could stand long enough for a shower.” You tease. He knows you're right, but he profusely denies it in an attempt to prove you wrong and show just how strong he is. (He needs your help walking to the bathroom, wobbly legs himself.) You allow him to keep his dignity, not bullying him too much on the way to the tub.
“Wait, you didn’t cum did you?” Jungkook makes the sudden revelation in the bathroom, pulling you close to his chest. Your hands meet his biceps, small smiles spreading across both of your faces.
“No, but it’s okay I- KOOK!” He catches you off guard as he easily dips a hand into your panties, fingers immediately slipping through your folds from how wet you are. “It’s okay, I enjoyed seeing you like that for me regardless, I don't have to cum to enjoy things you know?” 
“Hmmm, but it’d make me feel a lot better.” Jungkook cheekily smiles, already working you up as he slots his thigh in between your own. “Please cum for me, just once. I’ll lend you my fingers, please cum on my fingers.” He’s basically begging, waiting for you to nod before moving his hand anymore. It's hotter than you would've thought, you riding his fingers while standing, sloppily making out as he swallows your moans with soft groans, bodies held close together, warm skin against warm skin. “Sound so pretty, angel. These sounds just for me, all mine,” He mumbles against your lips, making you clench hard around him. 
“Just a bit more, Kook. Almost there,” You whine loudly, grinding against him.
“I’ve got you, bun’s got it.” Jungkook easily takes you there, basically knows your body like the back of his hand. Your knees part more to allow his hand to move more freely, legs shaking slightly as you stand on your toes. 
“Cumming Kook.” Eyebrows scrunching together, the pool that’s been hot in your stomach finally overflows, your poor cunt aching as you cum. Jungkook does his best to ride you through it for as long as possible, milking it for all it’s worth. “Too much, hurts.” You whimper against Jungkook’s neck, softly grabbing his wrist.
“I love you. I fucking love you so much.” Jungkook removes his hand as quickly as he shoved it in your panties, pulling you close as he kisses you. 
“Oh my god! Get in the tub, we’re going to be fucking in my bathroom if we keep this up.” You giggle, softly pushing him toward the already-filled tub. 
“Fine, even though that seems like a fun time too,” Jungkook complains, climbing in. His eyes never leave your frame as you take off your panties, dropping them in the laundry before slipping in behind him. “Hot.”
“Kook, shhhhhhhh.” The both of you laugh, Jungkook moving to rest against your torso. Placing a hand on his forehead, you softly pull his head back to rest it on your shoulder. “I love you too, Jungkook. Always have.” You kiss his cheek softly, hands coming to hold his head gently as you do. Jungkook pretends to hate it, jokingly pulling away from your lips as you kiss him multiple times. You’re sure he’s blushing, but he ferociously avoids looking at you as you try to see his cheeks better to tease. 
He’s 100% blushing as he sits up away from you, you're sure of it. He offers a “nuh uh” before you're slapping a hand across his eyes, yanking him down once more. It makes the both of you laugh loudly, water sloshing against the tub walls. Finally, he gives in. “Fine, whatever. Love you too.”
“Love you more, wobbly legs.”
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Love, G <3
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` 10 : 00 am - Holding your hand 🤍
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` Sypnosys - How they hold your hand , featuring the anemo boys .
` a/n - I'm sorry if I haven't been posting , I'm a little sick.
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• Aether 💫
💫 The absolute sweetest boy .
💫 Grabbed your hand by accident once , probably to stop you from tripping over a rock or something . Has been doing it ever since .
💫 Warm . Hands .
💫 Subconsciously squeezes your hand .
💫 Very relaxed hold
💫 He has this look of relaxation on his face everytime your hands are touching .
• Heizou ♦️
♦️ Oh boy , the menace .
♦️ Constantly fidgets with your hands like they're a stress toy smh .
♦️Expect doodles , little hearts , his intials , the list goes on .
♦️ He started out by grabbing your wrist and migrated down to your hand as time went on .
♦️ Does this thing where he'll lace your hands together and put them in his pocket .
• Kazuha 🍁
🍁 Absolutely loves to hold your hand , will not let go even of his life depends on it .
🍁 Rubs circles with his thumb and traces random shapes onto your wrist as a past time .
🍁 Definitely looks for excuses to hold your hand . Oh your hands are cold ? Don't worry he'll warm them for ya .
🍁 Gentle kisses on your knuckles .
🍁 He thinks holding your hand is absolutely comforting , you both fall asleep with your fingers laced together .
• Venti 🌼
🌼 Another one that won't let your hand go , at all .
🌼 Swings your hands back and forth when you're walking .
🌼 Likes to cup your face with his palm and vice versa .
🌼 Will flat out shove your intertwined hands into a random strangers face if they're talking to you . Show off .
🌼 Constantly looking for your hand if he's not holding it , subconsciously or not .
🌼 Will straight up whine and pout if you take your hand away .
• Wanderer ☁️
☁️ Totally got red in the face when he first held your hand lol .
☁️ Will straight up grab your hand and yank you away if you're talking to anyone other than him .
☁️ Another one that will pout if you take your hand away . How dare you ?
☁️ His hold is a little firm , just making sure you can't escape his clutches ( 😈 ) .
☁️ Cold hands , fully uses them to tourment you .
☁️ absolutely loves it when you ask to hold his hand ( he's too embarrassed to initiate . )
☁️ Over all he's not that big of a fan when it comes to physical contact, but holding your hand is the exception .
• Xiao 🍃
🍃 His knees almost buckled when he first held your hand , poor touch starved boy .
🍃 practically addicted to holding your hand at this point .
🍃 Won't actively ask you though , he'll just stare at your hand an expect you to connect the dots .
🍃 Also finds it very comforting .
🍃 His touch is very light when he does , but he likes to trace shapes in your palm. ( Beware , may tickle ) .
🍃 Another one that likes squeezing your hand , it's a gentle reminder that you are infact right there .
🍃 Will get absolutely sad and pouty if you let go .
🍃 Please hold his hand .
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Omg, just got an idea and immediately ran to your page lol. Could you write something about the boys introducing their s/o to the rest of the gang, please? It looks like you have a lot to write, so whenever you get to this is fine. Take care :)
A/N: This was fun! I really liked the idea, thanks so much for requesting Nonny! You’re so very sweet <3 hope you enjoy this! The gif has like…nothing to do with any of the stuff I wrote, I just thought it was cute-
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DARRY CURTIS
Darry bringing his S/O around the boys means that there’s going to be tons of teasing and remarks from the gang
Mainly led by Two-Bit and Dally, there will be lots of taunts made, some when you’re not in the room, some when you are
The boys have some manners so they’re mostly directed at Darry and about how they never thought he was capable of getting someone as great as you <3
I’ve talked a little before about how dating Darry is pretty much just being his co-parent over the gang so your attitude towards the boys is really important
He really hopes you get along with his brothers and that you can command some sort of authority over the rowdy boys 
Expect to receive flirty comments from Dally, he’s not really trying to make a move on you, he just likes to mess with Darry   
SODAPOP CURTIS
Picture this my dear friends, stopping by the DX to see Sodapop on a lunch break and after a few sweet kisses, he invites you to his house later that night for dinner and meeting the boys <3
If you’re not a little stressed out by the invite, I envy your confidence and bravery and wish that I could have it-
That first dinner will probably just be a dinner with his brothers, gotta meet the family first before you meet everyone else, Sodapop doesn’t wanna scare you away
The whole time, Ponyboy’s giving Sodapop that look little brothers give their older siblings whenever the older sibling’s partners are around
Darry likes you well enough, he’s happy Sodapop found someone as good as you and as long as you can keep Soda in line, you won’t ever have to worry about him
Steve is going to be offended whenever Sodapop has to shift plans around to fit in time with you and will probably be a little mean the first time he really meets you but I bet he’ll warm up to you really quickly    
PONYBOY CURTIS
As Ponyboy’s partner, you probably already know some of the boys through school
Two-Bit’s there quite often for someone who rarely shows up to classes so I feel like you’d know him, Johnny too probably
You really only meet the gang in their element though whenever you stop by the Curtis house to study or something-
I’m really in love with a friends-to-lovers sort of thing with Ponyboy, so you’d already know his brothers
The gang comes and goes, passing through the doors whenever they please so it’s not too rare for one of them to interrupt
Dally walked in on the two of you studying one time, completely innocent but both of you laying out on Ponyboy’s bed as you studied and he makes jokes about walking in on the two of you for like a solid week  
DALLAS WINSTON
If you’re meeting the gang, things are definitely getting serious between the two of you
The boys had already heard all about you but maybe it’s the first time Dally’s bringing you along to one of the nights where they all grab food at the diner or something
While the boys all introduce themselves and you shakes hands and such, Dally’s giving them all this terrifying death glare so that they know to behave
This is a big deal, y’know? Dal doesn’t just bring anyone back home to the gang so it’s a really big deal for him to be introducing you to everyone!
They’re like the only family he really has and it’s crucial that this meeting goes well, it’s crucial to your relationship that you like the guys and the guys like you
If the group didn’t get along, mainly if you didn’t get along with Johnny and Ponyboy, things would never be able to work out between the two of you  
JOHNNY CADE
It took a lot of coaxing and prompting to get Johnny to agree to bring you around the gang
The boys want to meet the person Johnny’s been hanging out with instead of them and you want to meet the southern gentlemen Johnny talks about all the time
He’s sort of shy and quiet guys, I can’t imagine him willingly trying to subject you to the loud chaotic mess that is the Curtis gang
Doesn’t want to scare you off, doesn’t know if you’ll like the rest of the gang, doesn’t know if the rest of the gang will like you
You’d probably meet Ponyboy first, followed by Two or Soda and Steve, then maybe Darry and Dally
Dally’s gonna pretend like he doesn’t like you but it’s really just a front, Dal’s trying to figure out if you’re good enough for his Johnnycake
TWO-BIT MATHEWS
Oh Two-Bit, my little darling boy, one who I admire with all of my heart <3
He introduces you to the gang because the boys are sick and tired of hearing him talking about you all day without even giving them a face to connect to your name
He brings you around to dinner with them or something, the two of you walk with Ponyboy and Johnny to school one day, or you guys stop by the Curtis house before a date so he can introduce you to everyone
Once again, Dally’s going to make a few meaningless moves, a few comments just to get a reaction out of Two-Bit
Earn his respect and the respect of the other boys by standing up for yourself and by pushing back at Dally’s comments
I promise you, it’ll work, the boys will love you and Two-Bit will love you even more than he did before 
STEVE RANDLE
If you’re dating Steve, Sodapop is going to introduce himself very quickly
You stop by the DX to see Steve during lunch, Sodapop is pushing your boyfriend to the side and extending his hand with a wide smile
If you’re rude to Sodapop, you have no chance at staying with Steve, I’m just gonna say it
Two-Bit comes quickly after, that boy always finds a way to be involved and chances are Ponyboy and Johnny are trailing along behind him when he shows up
Steve’s not gonna introduce you to his parents, his mom’s rarely home and he doesn’t care what she would think of you and he’s not gonna subject you to the volatile nature of his father
But when he’s introducing you to the gang, that kind of is his family, y’know? They’re his brothers
TIM SHEPARD
Tim does his best to keep you away from the rougher side of heading a gang, he tries to keep you safe
The boys of the Shepard gang know about you? But they don’t really know-know you and Tim would like to keep it that way
I say that and I mean that the gang knows you’re Tim’s partner, they know your name and that occasionally you’ll be hanging around with him, they know that they should keep an eye out for you and make sure you’re okay
They also know that any comments made about you or your relationship with Tim will be rewarded with a black eye and maybe more if they’re unlucky <3
Tim does introduce you to his family though, Curly and Angela get to meet you fairly early in your relationship
You ultimately end up becoming like another older sibling to the two of them but they both know that if you’re hanging with them, you get front seat privileges and Curly’s gonna end up sleeping out in the living room 
CURLY SHEPARD
Like his older brother, Curly tries not to let the boys around you too much, they’re part of the gang, but he doesn’t trust all of them around you
He does brag about you a lot though? The boys hear all about you, I say boys meaning his own gang and then like, Ponyboy Curtis
Curly really talks about you to anyone who’s willing to listen to him-
But! He wants to introduce you to his family! I think having Tim’s approval is sort of a big deal to Curly cause Tim’s like an older brother and a father figure all rolled into one
So you’re invited over to the Shepard house one day, maybe for a small dinner, maybe just to work on school work and Curly introduces you to his siblings, shows you all of the pictures on the walls
Curly’s gonna ask you what you think of his family too, he just wants to know if you liked them <3
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"Hermosa" - Gekko x F!Reader Part 3
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6
Word count: 7.3K
SORRY FOR THE WAIT BUT HERE IS PART THREEEEEE
ENJOY THE ANSGT LOL (SFW)
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Gekko went back to his room, his heart still pounding from his latest interaction with you. He didn’t think he would have the guts to hug you yet, not when it hasn’t even been a week since you two met, but something about seeing you so vulnerable made him want to protect you at all costs, no matter the price. This flustered him since he also felt vulnerable around you, but he convinced himself he had to be strong for both of you. 
He checked his phone to see the time, it was 17:34. He still had more than enough time to devise a plan to make you feel better. It was the least he could do as a friend, right? That’s what you were, after all. Just friends. 
Wingman seems jumpy, in a good way. Gekko is aware that his little critters share his emotions, just to a much childish aspect at least. God, it was embarrassing for him to see them act like literal kids, especially Wingman. The others slightly deferred from Wingman; Mosh seems to be a lot more laid back, alongside Thrash, except she likes cuddles and hugs as much as Wingman does. Dizzy on the other hand was sort of in between; she would snuggle up against others as if to hug them, since her hands are tiny, it’s difficult for her to hold things, and people. 
“Come on, guys. Let’s come up with a plan for (Y/N).” Gekko brightly smiled, and went to look for Sage.
Sage was in a garden outside, tending them. She seemed peaceful, with no care in the world other than her flowers. She turned around, holding a bucket with her tools and gloves and greeted Gekko. “Oh, Gekko, how nice to see you here. What brings you around?” She smiled. 
“Hey Sage! I actually came here because I need your help with something.” Gekko tried to stay calm, but truth be told, he was actually kind of nervous. 
“Oh?” Sage placed the bucket down in a shed and fixed her hair. “Sure, what’s wrong?”
“I know how you’re good friends with (Y/N)- I mean, (C/N), and we’re worried about her since she seemed stressed about something, so since you’re the one that knows her the best I was wondering if you knew what kind of things she enjoys doing?” This was more embarrassing to say than he imagined. He scratched the back of his neck. “Y’know, to cheer her up.”
Sage turned around and smiled. “I’ll be more than glad to help you, Gekko.”
You groaned, shuffling in your bed. As tired as you were, you couldn’t bring yourself to sleep. You were so overwhelmed it made you feel dumb. You should be prepared for this. Pondering about your mirror self wouldn’t do any good besides generating insecurities and doubts within you, which you were very aware of. You couldn’t help it, though. Ever since your family was gone, you always made sure things were impeccable and calculated things to the most perfect stance. There were no moments in which your instincts failed you. 
You were so lost in thought that you didn’t even notice that you were still in your training gear. You dragged yourself out of bed and quickly changed into some shorts with a tank top to help cool you down. You then grabbed your earphones and played some music, hoping it would help you fall asleep. 
Moments went by and you were still unable to fall asleep. Your stomach was growling in desperation. You didn’t even have lunch today. Waking your phone, you checked the time. 19:43. Groaning in annoyance, you stood up and made your way to the kitchen to grab something to eat. 
As you walked down the hallway, a smell caught up to your nose. It smelled like curry, your favorite. Admiring the scent, you walked into the kitchen, surprised to see Gekko at the counter, chopping some vegetables before throwing them on the pot. Wingman noticed you and he happily ran towards you and gave you a hug. 
“Well, hello there.” You giggled. This caught Gekko’s attention and he turned, surprised, and shot Wingman a judgemental look. 
“Wingman! Sorry about that, (Y/N).” He turned to the pot and started to stir it. “Feeling hungry?”
“I didn’t know you could cook,” you made your way to the counter and leaned against it, forgetting that you were wearing a tank top. Gekko on the other hand, noticed your outfit and quickly looked away before you noticed. 
“I learned a lot from mi mamá,” he started. “Plus, a little birdie told me that curry is your favorite so…” His voice trailed off in embarrassment, realizing his confession of asking Sage about you. He hoped you wouldn’t notice, but it was too obvious for you. “Yeah, anyway- you must be hungry.” He turned to the fridge and got out two cans of soda, holding them in front of you. “Coke or Sprite?” 
You grabbed the coke from his hand. “Thanks,” you smiled. 
As you waited for dinner to be done, you spent most of the time chatting as you admired Gekko’s cooking skills. He’s surprisingly good at chopping, which was amusing. You attentively stared at him, analyzing how focused he becomes when he’s cooking. He’d stay silent for a bit to make sure he got something right, and after confirming, he just keeps talking naturally, his smile beaming at you. 
Once dinner was ready, you helped him by getting two plates for you. You couldn’t help but tease him a bit, attempting to prove your suspicions. “So, this birdie you speak of,” you opened the can and took a sip. “Any chance it’s a certain long black-haired person who has healing powers?”
Gekko stopped dead in his tracks, nearly spilling the curry pouring onto a plate. “Uh, n-no? Why? That’s so silly,” he quickly served the plates and put them on the table with some forks.
You giggled at his response. “You’re a terrible liar, you know?” Gekko blushed a bit in response. You headed to the table and sat down across him, taking a bite of the freshly made curry. The taste was perfect, you were embarrassed to even admit that his recipe tasted better than your mom’s. “Gekko, this is so good.” You swooned at the taste as you took another spoonful of white rice with curry sauce. 
“I’m really glad you liked it. Got my mamá’s sazón right there.” He took a bite from his plate as he watched you savor your dinner. 
He felt something warm in his chest, and he knew his critters felt it too. He wanted to hug you again, and so did the little crew. Dizzy came out of nowhere and glided over to you, snuggling against your head. Seeing you smile at her affection kept him from calling and retrieving her. Seeing Gekko’s silent approval, Wingman happily waddled his way to you and hugged your leg, followed by Thrash and then Mosh. The four of them were washing you in affection. The sight of it was endearing, and he couldn’t help but smile warmly at you. 
“Aw, guys,” you were laughing at their actions, widely smiling. Then you noticed Gekko looking at you, smiling back. You couldn’t help but blush. He was looking at you in such a loving way it made you nervous. “We better finish eating before the food cools down,” you quickly brushed your embarrassment away and kept eating, still flustered. Gekko seemed to snap out of his trance and kept eating as well. 
Now it was just silence. Silence was loud for Gekko, but this one wasn’t. He genuinely enjoyed your company, and he didn’t feel awkward at all. You on the other hand, your heart was pounding. You felt a bit sorry that Gekko went out of his way to make dinner for you two, and you were overthinking the possible reasons of why Sage decided to help him. Not that you were mad or anything, it was just odd for her to talk about your likes so easily. You wondered if Gekko bribed Sage or blackmailed her, but the latter was not likely to happen at all since he seemed too pure to do such things. 
You did your best to ease your anxiety, but it all came down to the fact that he was right there with you. Was he making you… vulnerable? That couldn’t be, you’re almost never vulnerable. The only two people that have seen you in such a state were Sage and Brim, but now Gekko saw that side too, even if it was mild. You’re troubled now. 
Attempting to deny the reasons why he makes you feel like this, you quickly finished your dinner. Once done, you quickly stood up and headed to the faucet to wash the dishes. Gekko had a puzzled look and was quite concerned. Had he done something wrong? Did he make you uncomfortable after all? 
As you washed the dishes, he stood next to you, holding his own plate. He didn’t say anything, he was simply waiting for you to finish so he could wash his. After placing your washed dishes to dry, you grabbed his, silently offering to wash his plate as a token of gratitude. He seemed to understand as he let you take the plate from his hands. In the meantime, Gekko tidied up the kitchen for the next person to use. 
Once done, you were both awkwardly sitting down next to each other. You were fidgeting with your fingers, not knowing what to say. It’s safe to say you weren’t the only one, as Gekko was rubbing his chin in embarrassment. You were both fighting your own feelings and thoughts. 
Finally, you decided to speak up. “Thank you for the meal, Gekko.” Your voice was silent, almost like a whisper. Startled, Gekko turned to you, then softly smiled.
“You’re more than welcome, querida,” you paused, you’ve heard that word before, definitely from Reyna. Gekko thanked the heavens that you didn’t know Spanish because he quickly realized what he just called you and changed the topic. “En fin, I uh, I had other things planned but I wasn’t sure you were up for it or not.”
“Oh?” Your curiosity perked up, you still weren’t sure why he was doing all this. “Did I miss something? What’s the occasion?” 
“No occasion at all, me and my crew were just worried about you,” he smiled. “They’re all fond of you, including me. You’re a great friend after all.” 
You internally winced at him calling you a great friend, hoping something else would come out, but at the same time you were thankful. It was so dumb of you to think Gekko was interested in something else, though a tiny part of you was secretly hoping he did. You still felt a little bit relieved. Disappointed, but relieved. It would only be a matter of time before you fully restored your mentality and act just like friends with him. Smiling, you stood up and sighed in relief. 
“Well, that dinner made me full, so I might as well wait for it to make me drowsy so I can finally sleep.” You turned to face him. “Thanks again, I really enjoyed the food and your company.” 
Gekko stood up as well, smiling while looking down at you. “I’ll always be here for you.”
Suddenly, you had the urge to hug him, and so did he. He wanted to embrace you, let you know that he really means what he said. You wanted to thank him, thank him deeply for the little things he’s done for you lately. But oh, were you both so oblivious to each other’s feelings; both in denial. Gekko made up his mind, deciding that he would rather keep you as a close friend, than risk your friendship with a bad experience. The least he wanted to do was make you hate him. It was the same for you, though you were sure you were the only one feeling that way. Both of you silently made that vow, promising you would stay as friends before anything else, loving each other from afar. 
It’s been over a month since Gekko’s first arrival, and everything seemed to be fine. Everything was fine, except the fact that it was very obvious for the rest of the agents how oblivious Gekko and you are. It was so painful for Jett and Yoru to witness your interactions, and they weren’t the only ones; Killjoy and Raze felt the same, though they were more forgiving than Jett. 
“Ugh, why are they so…!” Jett held her head, glancing upwards. 
“Dumb? Idiotic?” Yoru was fidgeting with his butterfly knife. He did admit that it was frustrating, but he knew enough to not meddle in personal relationships, no matter who. 
“At this rate, neither of us is going to win that bet,” Jett frowned. They could still call it a draw, but Yoru refused since he was always the one that won the bets with Jett. 
“Ah, just give them time, it’s only been a month since they met,” Raze kept tinkering with her Boom-Bot, making some adjustments. “It did take a long while for me and KJ to get together, y’know?” 
Jett knew Raze was right. Those two were a pain on her butt as well, dealing with how oblivious Killjoy was. “She’s right, no one can play cupid and make two people just get together.” Killjoy peeped from the other side of the room. All four of them were hanging out at the locker rooms, waiting for you and Gekko to finish fighting Max-bot. 
This became a routine for both of you after Gekko finished his training with Harbor and he had nothing else to reach him, and he needed to be ready before his first deployment on a mission. You being a sentinel, there wasn't much you could provide, given he's an initiator, but you two were becoming the ‘Unstoppable Duo’. This title was given to Killjoy and Raze since they have a great way of working together, but when it came down to you and Gekko, you supported each other in unimaginable ways. With your abilities to hear sounds at a mapped location, this allowed Dizzy to flash any enemies for either of you to follow after. It's safe to say, you two practicing together was a sight to see. 
Effortlessly defeating the bot, you fisted bumped and excited the shooting range while laughing. 
"Seriously, you should've seen your face when Mosh came out very close to you! It was priceless," Gekko had thrown Mosh attempting to corner Max-bot, but you were literally right next to Mosh. 
"You mean it was a close call! I was right there!" You jokingly shoved him away. 
"Nah, none of my critters would hurt you, (C/N)." You noticed a few weeks back that Gekko refrains himself from calling you by your first name in front of other agents. You thought it was nice of him, since you're pretty used to your code name and not everyone knows your name, it feels special whenever he calls you by your name alone. 
"Alright, alright, we get it, you lovebirds," Jett teasingly scoffed at you both. What was priceless for Jett was the way you both blushed at her comment. "Get ready to have your score crushed," Jett dragged a nagging Yoru into the range after Killjoy and Raze quickly fixed Max-bot again. 
"Suerte con eso!" Gekko shouted before the gate closed behind Jett and Yoru. You didn't understand what he said, but judging by the tone, you could tell he was trying to mock them back. 
You sighed as you sat down on one of the benches while Gekko seemed to be curious in Killjoy's turret and started chatting with her. Admiring him from afar, you noticed how toned his muscles actually are. You took advantage and also studied his tattoos from afar.
Raze suddenly sat next to you, "cute, right?" 
"W-What? Who?" You snapped out of whatever you were in, clearly trying to figure out if she was talking about Gekko or Killjoy. 
"The way they talk about the things they enjoy. You can't tell me you don't smile at the way he talks to you about anything like I do when KJ does the same," Raze teased. You only blushed in response. The only person who knew the whole details about your feelings was Sage, but you knew Raze was not dumb enough to figure out what goes through your mind when it comes to Gekko, as goofy as she might be. 
Looking back at him, you realize Raze is right. It's cute seeing a certain someone talk about the things they love. You smiled, admitting defeat. 
"I guess so…" 
Suddenly, Gekko approached you both. "Heyy, whatcha doin'?" 
"God, you sound like a literal child sometimes," you laughed at his playful attitude. 
"Oye, we're the same age!" He raised his arms in defense. "Not my fault you're so boooring." 
Raze took this chance to leave you two alone, and headed towards Killjoy while grinning mischievously. Of course, you had noticed, but you were too distracted by this beaming joy Gekko had and you couldn’t help but smile at him. You’ll deal with Raze later. 
“Say, we work great together, don’t you think?” Gekko suddenly asked, sitting next to you. 
“Surprisingly so,” you sighed heavily, pretending to sound disappointed, but then smiled. “If I’m honest with you, I never imagined I could be so in sync with anyone else. Usually I have to adapt to any situation with anyone out there, even when we practice in groups or something, so I’m always constantly adapting.”
“Quién sabe, we might even officially proclaim the ‘Unstoppable Duo’ title once we go on a mission together!” Gekko beamed. 
You couldn’t help but feel a bit worried thinking about the first mission Gekko goes to, you wanted to be there to make sure he was fine. Your insecurities about your mirror self were still lingering, but Gekko and his little friends were doing everything possible to make you feel better and boost your confidence. The only thing that slightly bothered you was the slim chance of encountering your mirror self alone, or without Gekko. He’s been reassuring you so much that you hope he’s there with you the first time it happens. You know you’ll need him. 
“Yoru, what the heck was that flash, man!” Jett and Yoru were already out of the range, their hairs a mess. 
“God, stop whining already, we got the bot.” Yoru took his butterfly knife out and fixed his hair. 
“Yeah! But we didn’t beat them! Again!” Jett signaled to the scoreboard. She was right. They were 10 points below you. You couldn’t help but laugh at them. 
“I mean, two dualists supporting each other is difficult sometimes. You need to know how to complement each other’s abilities,” you analyzed. “For example, Jett, you know you can easily enter any site dashing towards your smokes. Yoru can take this chance to flash any enemies hiding around while you’re in your smoke so you don’t get blinded and then swing at them together, each one covering a different angle so you don’t get surprised or something.” You noticed Gekko smiling at you, and you stumbled in your words. “That’s just uhm, my take anyway, y’know?” 
“I du salam-eun neomu babo…” Jett muttered. No one understood a thing, but Yoru seemed to have an idea what she was muttering about as she facepalmed. 
Your phone buzzed all of a sudden. You checked to see what it was, nerves wrecking all of a sudden as you read the message Brim sent you.
"Need you in the meeting room ASAP. - Brimstone"
You gathered your things and tried to stuff them in your locker so you didn't have the need to drop them by your room, but they didn't fit. 
Gekko shot you a questioning look. "Woah, there. What's the rush?" 
"Oh, uh, Brim texted me asking for me at the meeting room, like right now, but I didn't want to drop my things at my room," you explained. 
"You can leave your things, I'll take them to my room and return them once you're done," Gekko gave you a reassuring smile. 
"You're a lifesaver, Gekko," you hugged him. "I'll text you once I'm done."
You made your way to the meeting room, panting as you ran all the way. Brim and Sage were there, with troubled looks on their faces. 
"Hey, I'm here," you breathed out. "What's the situation?"
"We got intel that Omega Earth is planning to steal radianite from Lotus again, but they're moving sooner than expected," Brimstone quickly explained the situation. 
"Last time it was only Omega Harbor and Astra, but it seems this time they got a 5-stacked team on their way," Sage continued, recalling the first time they got there while you were off with Reyna. "We don't know which of their agents are being deployed this time either, so we need a more balanced team."
"Who do you have in mind?" You asked. From the look in Brimstone's face, you knew you were being deployed. He always worries when you're off to any location. Of course, he trusted your abilities, but it's a fear he's unable to shake off. 
"That's up to you, since we're sending you off," Sage spoke on Brimstone's behalf. "Your defense tactics will come in handy for this, since we're unsure which site they'll target."
"Alright, let me take a look at the map," you walked closer to a table with files open, and Sage displayed a full map in front of you. 
Analyzing the sites individually, you knew you'd need to have someone alone in B Site, which was most likely going to be you, or someone with smokes like Omen or Viper. For A Site, someone with a sniper rifle could come handy alongside an initiator to flash in case the enemy rushes. 
You pondered longer for C Site since there is an open way to head there from B Site. Someone like Killjoy could probably help defend both sides, in case there's a lurker at B Site, but you were reluctant to bring another sentinel in. Your usual team would consist of two duelists, one initiator, one controller, and one sentinel, which is you. 
"Is there someone that's not eligible or unavailable to join for this mission?" You asked.
"The only ones unavailable are Chamber, Fade, Sova and Reyna," Sage said while showing a second display with other missions. "The rest are good to go."
"Got it. In that case, I've got a plan devised."
Gekko carried your things to his room before going back to the range since he wanted to make sure your things were not meddled with by his critters. When he returned, the others turned to look at him, Jett shooting a suspiciously devilish grin.
"Heyy, Gekko," she wrapped an arm around his shoulders. "We're planning to go on a shopping spree soon for a little activity we perform in our little circle." 
"Activity?" Gekko was wary of the way Jett was acting. He knows she likes to mess with people sometimes, in a good way.
"Yeah! It's like Secret Santa, except we do it when it's not Christmas," Jett explained. Gekko glanced at the others, expecting someone to tell him she was kidding. Raze laughed.
"As dumb as it sounds, we actually do," Raze reassured him. 
"Oh, alright then," Gekko loosened up. "When are we going?" 
"TBD, my friend," Jett smiled. "We still need one person's approval to take on this activity."
Before he could ask about this last person, the comms went off.
“All agents available, report to the meeting room!” Brimstone’s voice filled the headquarters, Killjoy, Raze, Jett, Yoru and Gekko all glanced at each other, nodding, before heading out. 
Gekko and the others arrived last, though there were other agents missing. They were probably busy with something else. Gekko glanced around and spotted Omen, Cypher, Breach, Skye, Harbor and Astra. He was looking for you though. 
Sage suddenly walked in. "Is this everyone?" She asked.
"Reyna and Neon were prepping for another mission, to my knowledge," Harbor mentioned. "As for the rest, they're either busy or on time off." 
"Thank you, Harbor," Sage slightly bowed her head as she thanked him. "The reason for this meeting is to deploy some of you to Lotus right away. The remaining agents need to be ready for any last minute deployment needed in case of an emergency." Everyone had their full focus on Sage's explanation. "The agents being deployed to Lotus are the following: Omen, Jett, Raze, and Gekko." Gekko perked up at the mention of his name. This would be his first mission ever. "Please gear up right away and await further instructions in the boarding room. The rest, gear up after these agents have left and be on the lookout for anything strange. Any questions?" Taking everyone's silence as a response, she looked at Gekko with an encouraging look. "You're dismissed."
Yoru and Killjoy approached Gekko, Jett and Raze, as they were on their way to gear up. 
"Oh my god! Gekko, you're finally going on a mission!" Killjoy beamed. 
"Lo sé, I'm excited to be honest. I've been waiting for this since my arrival," Gekko smiled at Killjoy. 
"Just don't get yourself killed, man," Yoru teased. "We don't want to deal with grief so early after your first deployment."
"Don't worry, me and Raze will take care of him, right Raze?" Jett turned to her.
"After I blow something up, sure," Raze joked. 
"Well, don't let us delay you, go on then!" Killjoy rushed everyone, before hugging Raze and wishing her well on the mission. "Go kick their butts!" 
"Are you sure about this, (Y/N)?" Brimstone analyzed your layouts for each site again. "You do realize this is Gekko's first mission, right?" 
"Certainly, it's exactly why I need him for this, actually." Brim shot you a questioning look. "You see, his aim and reaction time are essential for this mission since we'll need to cover multiple points. Plus, his little buddies will come in handy as well. I trust them."
"Still, this is a bit sudden…" Brim was hesitating a lot more than usual.
"Liam, it's fine. He's going to be at the breakable door on B site with Omen while I'm at A site." 
Whatever Brim was thinking about was quickly dismissed as the agents assigned to your team showed up. Brimstone cleared his throat. 
"Alright team, as Sage mentioned, you're all going to Lotus. We need to keep Omega Earth from planting a spike." He handed everyone a screen with a brief for the mission. "According to our intel, they supposedly had plans of planting a spike next week, but they're moving faster than we expected." Brim paused and briefly glanced at Gekko. "Gekko, this is your first mission, so you need to be on your best game at all times."
"I won't let you down, sir," Gekko firmly reassured Brim. 
"This mission is going to be led by (C/N), she'll proceed to explain the plan to you as you're on your way. Best of luck, agents." Gekko’s heart jumped. He was so excited to go on his first mission with you on the team. This was going to be a huge motivator for him. Brimstone dismissed everyone as you all boarded the chopper and were on your way. 
Once you were on route, you stood up, holding onto a lash hanging from the roof as a holographic map displayed in front of you. 
"Alright guys, pay attention,” you called for everyone’s attention with a determined attitude. “Here's the plan: as you read in your brief, there are three sites on Lotus. Jett and Raze, I need you to play semi-offensive from C Main. Raze, feel free to throw a grenade towards Lobby and Jett, you can dash behind or near Mound to get a better angle." You pointed at the map displaying in front of you. "I want you two to support each other. Don't push, just stand your guard and keep them from coming in. If they rush, Raze can use a satchel to go into Bend and Jett can dash towards Main into Site or Waterfall after throwing a smoke on either side of Mound or towards Lobby." Raze and Jett nodded.
"Omen, Gekko, I'll have you both situated at B site. Omen, you'll be at B Upper, the high point here," you pointed at the map again. "This will allow you to hold Main, and if they rush, you'll have the space to place a smoke to keep them from clearing from that location. Gekko, you'll be on A Link, which is this side, right by the breakable door that leads to A Site. In case they go towards B, hold your angle and help clear out B Main with your buddies after Omen places his smoke. Jett, Raze, in case they go B, be on the lookout from any enemies coming from C Lobby and cover the rotating door." They all nodded in agreement and let you explain further. 
"I'll be holding A Main and Root on my own with an Operator from Stairs. If they rush towards Rubble, Gekko can break the door and send Dizzy out to blind enemies for me to take them out. Omen, if they go A or C, place the smokes depending on the feedback you get from any of us and don't rotate immediately. We want to watch out for any possible lurkers. Any questions so far?" 
"All good on our end," Jett replied.
"All clear here too," Gekko said as Omen hummed in agreement. 
"Perfect. We'll move to our assigned sites as soon as we arrive," you turned the display off and sat back down next to Gekko and Jett.
“You’re great at explaining things,” Gekko said. “That was pretty impressive.” 
You smiled. “Thanks, I meticulously devised this plan so we don’t get surprised from anywhere. I would hate it if any of us doesn’t make it out.” You winced at the thought. You’re all lucky that hasn’t happened yet, and truthfully, you really hope it doesn’t happen, but you’re well aware the chances of someone not dying are very slim, given the line of work. 
“Will you be okay at A Site on your own, though?” Gekko was worried. Sure, he can be close enough to back you up, but it still made him feel unsure of leaving you alone with an Operator. What if someone gets too close? 
“Are you doubting the best sentinel around? She’s literally the queen of defense!” Jett perked in. 
“You’re giving me too much credit, Jett,” you laughed. 
“I must agree with Jett,” Omen suddenly spoke up, which, you admit, startled you a bit. “Your planning is quite impressive, and even in the most dangerous situations, you have always devised a proper plan.” 
“I… Thank you, Omen. I really appreciate your words,” you smiled at him. You couldn’t tell if he even smiled at all, given his appearance, but the short interaction was enough to get your confidence a boost and appreciate your team trusting you.
After finally landing on Lotus, you hopped off the chopper, signaling the pilot off. Everyone was geared up and ready. Gekko armed himself with a Vandal and a Sheriff, as well as Jett and Raze. Omen got a Phantom instead, accompanied with a Ghost. You hanged your Operator on your back and made sure your Ghost was fully loaded. 
“Everyone got their earpiece?” Everyone nodded. “Alright, I have to scout A Site a bit so I can make a map it mentally to hear anyone going into Tree from Rubble. If you need anything, comm it out.” Before everyone heading to their positions, you smiled at them. “Good luck, team.” 
You made your way to A Site and swiftly mapped out from Top to Door, making sure to be on the lookout from anyone sensed by Door and Drop. Once done, you positioned yourself by Stairs and got your Operator from your back, holding it firmly. You decided to check on the others. “Everyone in place?” 
“Duelists positioned,” Raze confirmed. 
“Omen and I are here as well.”
“Perfect, I’m ready on my end as well. Stay on the lookout, they’ll be here any moment now.”
“Stay safe, (C/N),” Gekko said in a worried tone.
“I’ll be fine, look out for each other on your sites.”
“Will do, boss,” Jett said in a cheery tone. 
From B Site, Gekko still couldn’t help but worry about you. Omen was silently holding his Phantom, until he spoke up. 
“Something is troubling you,” he said.
“Chale, is it that obvious?” Gekko tried to laugh it out.
“I can sense fear and most negative emotions from others,” Omen elaborated. 
“That makes sense,” Gekko paused. “I dunno, maybe I’m a bit nervous since this is my first mission, but I can’t shake off the thought of leaving (C/N) alone there.”
“You should have more faith in her. She’s a sentinel, after all.” Gekko turned to look at Omen. “Despite her age, she’s quite the leader.” 
“You may be right. I just hope everything goes well.” 
Everything was silent, until Gekko heard footsteps from the left side of where he was at. “Guys, they’re here,” he called out. 
“Raze and I got no one here yet,” Jett replied. “We’ll be on the lookout.” 
Gekko had a bad feeling. The footsteps were too faint to be coming from B Pillars. Then it hit him. “(C/N)?” There was no response. Suddenly, he heard multiple gunshots. 
“I got three on me! Omen, place a smoke right under Root, I need to force them to peek!” Gekko heard a sniper gunshot, hoping it was coming from your Operator. “Gekko, break the door, I need Dizzy!” 
With no delay, Omen perfectly placed a smoke where you had requested while Gekko shot the door open with his Vandal, quickly recharging before Dizzy came out and flew towards Rubble. She got two enemies blinded.
“Dizzy’s got them!” Gekko walked out and aimed, shooting an Omega Skye who didn’t get behind the rubble on time. At the same time, you peeked aiming your Operator and shot a blinded Viper before she could place her smoke down to block your vision. After holding your angles for a few seconds, no one else peeked out. 
“Two down, we lost the third one here. Omen, be on the lookout from B. Jett, Raze, be careful there as well,” you echoed through everyone’s earpiece. 
Gekko slowly walked around Rubble, clearing Root. When no one came out, he turned back towards the door, retrieving Dizzy, then carefully making his way back to A Link, while you still aimed through Main. When he was just about to walk through Main, you saw Omega Reyna aiming at Gekko. 
“Gekko, watch out!” You shot, but missed. Luckily, he didn’t get hurt. However, Reyna had hidden behind Rubble, and Gekko was still in Main. Gekko aimed at one side of Rubble, while you were holding the other side. He sent out Wingman to stun her, and when he heard his grumbling, indicating he located her, he patiently waited for him to stun her before swinging at her and shooting. 
“Perdón, mi Reyna,” Gekko breathed out, looking at Omega Reyna. “Sheesh, that was close…” Gekko sighed. “Guys, how are you holding up?” 
“Nothing here,” Raze said. “It’s too quiet here.” 
“Not here either. They might be hiding near Lobby, be careful.” Omen said. 
“Got it, keep us posted,” you replied. “Gekko, go back with Omen. They may also have retreated from here after getting three of them down.” Gekko didn’t question you, and did as told. 
After a few seconds, Gekko heard Raze’s Boombot going off. “Someone’s here, I think it’s only one, if it’s a 5-stack, someone must be lurking.” Raze said, then multiple gunshots were heard. “Nevermind! The two of them are here! One of them is Yoru! The other one is- Ugh! Shit-” Raze got cut off.
“Guys! Info!” You echoed.
“We got blinded, I had to place down a smoke. Gekko, we could use a little help here!” Jett said. 
Hurriedly, Gekko ran towards C Site, holding the Main entrance from Waterfall. “Omen!” With no delay, he placed a smoke at the very entrance, while the three of them held from different angles. Gekko sent Dizzy out again, but she didn’t see anyone. 
Omen then heard a sound, a teleport from Omega Yoru. “Yoru might be here,” he echoed. “I don’t know about the other one.” 
“Sorry, I was blinded before I could see who the other enemy was,” Raze said.  
You decided to move from Stairs towards Ruble in order to have a better angle towards Lobby. You quickly ran with your Ghost in hand. You heard a few gunshots before Omen spoke up. “Yoru down, he had the spike.” 
“Be on the lookout, this last enemy could be anywhere.” You were confused when you didn’t get any response back, and suddenly there was silence. It made you feel uneasy. “Guys?” You looked at the broken door at A Link while unknowingly exposing yourself, hoping Omen would walk out. Before you were able to get your Operator out and turn towards Lobby, you felt a sharp pain. You shrieked in pain as a bullet grazed your leg.
“Well, this is a nice surprise,” you froze at the sound of your own voice. You couldn’t move at all. Your mirror self laughed. “What? Never taken a look in the mirror before? Oh, right, you haven’t.”
Before you could take your Ghost out, she quickly pressed a knife against your neck. “Try something, and you’ll be dead, right here, right now.” You winced as the cold knife was threatening to slice your throat. “By the way, your earpiece is broken, so no one will even know if we just swap…places.”
“You’re fucking stupid if you think we’re alike,” you spat. 
“Oh, but we are!” She replied, taking the knife away before stabbing your leg. You tried to scream but her hand covered your mouth with a cloth, muffling your sounds. “We literally look the same, what makes you think we don’t act the same too?” She mocked as she uncovered your mouth, aiming down at your abdomen to warn you. Scream, and you die. 
“Y-You can’t fool everyone. Someone will eventually catch up on your act,” you weakly said. 
“Someone like Gekko?” She asked. Your eyes widened at the mention of him as she laughed at your reaction. “Honey, you’re the one who’s actually stupid thinking I can’t pretend to be you.”
“I’m.. not a fucking sadist,” you breathed out. You were losing blood, and it was making you weak. 
“Testing me now?” She kneeled down, causing you to try and squirm away from her. She wrapped both of her hands around your neck. “Try me.” Before you could react, she squeezed her hands, keeping you from breathing properly. The lack of oxygen made you dizzy, and you were desperately gasping out. Your mirror self made sure to not kill you, since she needed you alive. Eventually, you stopped moving. 
She dragged you all the way towards B Pillars, before going back to A Lobby. She was going to have fun. 
Gekko stayed silent with Raze and Jett after Omen confirmed Omega Yoru was out. Even though they kept the two enemies from entering C Site, both Jett and Raze still got a few bullets shot at them. Suddenly, they heard a single gunshot. Far away, but certain it was a gunshot. Raze and Jett looked at each other, before turning to Gekko. “That seemed to come from A Site,” he breathed out. 
“(C/N)? Come in,” Jett called out. No response. 
“Omen, fill us in,” Raze demanded.
“Came from A,” he confirmed. “(C/N), come in.” Still nothing.
“(C/N)?” Gekko called out, panic arising within him. “Shit.”
All four of them rushed to A Site, thinking the enemy somehow made it past you and was about to plant a second spike. Omen positioned himself on A Top, while Jett went to Drop, and Raze lurked around B Site, guarding the spike. Gekko walked into A Main with his Vandal up, alert, in case the enemy came out of nowhere. He suddenly saw a figure walk out of Root, and he quickly swung. He lowered his Vandal when he saw you. 
“Fuck, you scared me, (Y/N),” he sighed in relief. “Are you okay? Did they hurt you?” 
“I’m fine, don’t worry. I think my earpiece broke, though. But I swapped my Operator with Reyna’s Phantom before they even got me. That dumb guy didn’t even know what hit him,” you mocked. It was weird, he never heard you talk in that tone of voice, but he brushed it off. “Anyway, you guys got the spike, right? Tell the others to get ready to board and go back.” 
“But, what about you?” He questioned.
“I just want to check something out, see if I can finish gathering more details from Lobby to better plan more strats,” you replied. 
“Well, alright then,” he said, before speaking into his earpiece. “Guys, I found her, she ordered us to meet up at the landing place.” He turned to you as you were walking away. “What, don’t want me to tag along?” He asked loudly due to your distance, wary of how reckless your actions seemed right now. He knew they confirmed the enemy team would be a 5-stack, but you could never be 100% sure. 
“I’ll be fine!” She shouted. “I’ll catch you later, Mateo!” Then, she ran away.
He froze. He hadn’t told you his real name yet. The possibilities of you knowing due to files were high, but you’ve never once called him by his name. “Shit,” he muttered before speaking into his earpiece. “Guys, never mind, that was her mirror self!” He started to run towards your Omega self, Vandal still in hand. “Raze! Help me to corner her at their spawn point!”
Your Omega version darted out of Lobby. Before she could turn to retrieve you from Pillars, she saw Raze come out, shooting in her direction. Gekko followed her from Lobby, shooting as soon as she came on sight. She grinned and ran towards the water past their landing spot, grunting as a few bullets pierced her, then dove into the water, getting away. 
Gekko tried to run after her, but he couldn’t see her. “Oh, fuck,” he heard Raze from B Pillars. Turning around, he saw your body laying there, motionless. His heart dropped.
“(Y/N)!” He darted towards you, holding you as soon as he arrived. Tears started to dwell on his eyes. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He was cursing nonstop as Raze spoke into her earpiece.
“Guys, we found our (C/N) for real this time, but she’s messed up. Her Omega version got away. Head to our landing point, Gekko and I will take her and the spike. Jett, call the chopper back.” Everyone felt bad, but they knew they had to get you back to the headquarters first before anything. They couldn’t afford to lose you after all. 
You winced in pain as you slowly came back to. Gekko felt a huge wave of relief, seeing you were still alive, but quickly kept you from moving before you were able to. “Shh..” He soothed you. “You’re fine,” he spoke softly. 
“Gekko… I, I’m sorry,” you weakly spoke. “I wasn’t ready…”
“Tranquila, you’re fine, we’re here, everything will be alright,” he comforted you, and him as well. He picked you up bridal style, making sure you weren’t in too much pain before raising up and heading back to the meeting point with Raze. “We’re going home.” 
You felt a wave of tranquility and slowly allowed yourself to drift off. You were tired. You felt safe while Gekko held you, but before you fell asleep, the image of your mirror self in front of you haunted your head. 
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Alcina’s long lost child AU: Y/N is an emotionless soldier for B.S.A.A. part 2
Sorry this one took me so long to get out! I was having trouble deciding where I wanted to go with the story, but here’s what I got lol. Read the last part here! Let’s get into it!
You and Chris make your way up the mountain in relative silence, however, he can see that you’re clenching your jaw and repeatedly balling up your fists. You look incredibly tense.
“You okay, kid?” He asks.
You grit your teeth. Shit. Chris can tell you’re stressed. You don’t want him worrying about you, he’s got enough on his mind. “Fine,” You bite out, not wanting to draw any more attention to yourself.
Chris is skeptical, but decides not to press you. He truly thinks of you as his own child and it hurts that he doesn’t know what to say to make things better. “Alright. Let me know if you need to talk, yeah?” He asks.
You nod stiffly at him, not wanting to speak anymore. You just want to finish this mission and get the fuck out of this place.
You two finally make it to the castle’s grand doors and Chris knocks, hoping someone in this enormous building will be able to hear him.
Just when he is about to knock again, the doors creak open and a small women in an old-fashioned maid’s uniform greets you… Before gasping and shrinking back when she sees you and Chris.
It’s an intimidating sight, to be sure. Chris’s imposing stature combined with your intense, but hollow, stare… Not to mention the heavy weaponry your both carry. The little maid gulps nervously at both of your appearances. “C-can I help you?” She asks timidly.
Chris answers calmly, trying to put the young woman at ease. “We’re not here to cause any trouble. We just… Need to talk to whoever is in charge here,” He tries to explain.
The maid perks up at this. “Oh… Then you must be looking for Lady Dimitrescu,” She tells him.
You and Chris look at each other in confusion.
“The report we got never mentioned anyone named Lady Dimitrescu,” You say.
The maid inwardly shivers at your cold voice. She finds you much scarier than Chris.
Chris sighs and shrugs at you before turning to the maid. “I… Guess so?” He says, rather unsure of what the hell is going on in this village. Apparently, his intel isn’t very good. You two are pretty much on your own, it seems.
“Will you wait for me in the foyer while I inform her that you’re here?” She asks, gesturing to some plush seats just inside the doorway.
“Of course,” Chris says.
The maid nods gratefully at him before excusing herself.
You and Chris sit down.
You try to relax, but that warm thrumming feeling is now stronger than ever. There’s something about this castle that makes you… Want to stay.
Wait.
No! No, you don’t want to stay! You just made up your mind about it outside. You’re so frustrated. Your head is all fucked up and has been ever since you and Chris landed. You seriously think you might be about to lose your shit for the first time ever… Thankfully, though, the maid returns and asks you both to follow her. Alright. A distraction is just what you needed. You take a deep breath and trail closely behind Chris as the maid leads the way, staying vigilant for any signs of trouble. You haven’t forgotten your orders. This could all be an elaborate trap.
Finally, the maid brings you to an ornate room trimmed in gold. She shakily curtsies before leaving.
As you scan the room, you see the biggest chair you’ve ever laid your eyes on… And in it? The biggest woman you’ve ever seen too.
“Well, well… It seems outsiders have invaded my castle,” She says in a smooth and velvety voice. She stands and smirks, somewhat amused, at the unusual duo standing before her. A stupid manthing and his, admittedly adorable, lackey.
Suddenly, you feel a profound rush of heat engulfing your body, almost as if you have a fever. You also feel that now constant thrumming transforming into a peculiar tugging in your chest. Your heart stutters a few beats, making you feel dizzy for a second. You stumble a bit and Chris places a steadying hand on your shoulder.
He doesn’t want to say anything in the presence of this stranger, but you can see the worry in his eyes.
You take a deep breath and nod at him, silently telling him you’re okay. You realize that what’s making you want to stay in this damn village… Is this woman.
You’ve never met her before and yet… She’s all you can think about at the moment. The tugging in your chest… It’s trying to lead you to her. But, you stubbornly refuse. You’ve never needed anyone before and you don’t now either.
Chris clears his throat before answering the tall woman. “Um… Apologies for intruding, er, Lady Dimitrescu, was it?”
Alcina turns to him with a surprised look on her face. “A manthing with some actual manners? Will wonders ever cease,” She quips.
You and Chris share a puzzled look at her reaction before he responds. “Well… Actually, my lady, we’re here on behalf of the Bioterrorism Security Assessment Alliance. B.S.A.A. for short,” He explains.
Alcina’s eyebrows furrow at this. “And why, pray tell, is that any of my concern? Why are you pestering me?” She asks, patience wearing thin. She hates to be bothered for stupid reasons.
“We’re here to see if you’ll become a problem for us in the future,” You say in your usual monotone, your face stoney as ever.
Chris’s head immediately snaps to you. “C'mon, Y/N! Seriously?” He gripes, placing his hand over his face in disbelief. So much for being subtle. “I’m sorry, my lady. What Y/N means to say is-” Chris rambles on about ‘Strategic relationships’ and 'Alliances’ for a bit, however, Alcina’s ears perk up at what Chris called you.
Y/N…
She hasn’t heard that name since… She picked it out for her and Miranda’s baby shortly after they were conceived. Her heart hurts as she thinks about how she had to give them up. She just… Didn’t trust Miranda not to hurt them. She couldn’t take the risk. Her eyes flick over to you, studying you intently. You… Seem to be about the same age her child would be now.
Actually… Now that she’s taking a closer look at your appearance, she sees features of your face that are quite similar to hers and… Miranda’s too, if she’s being honest.
Meanwhile, Chris is still somehow droning on and on. It’s starting to get on Alcina’s nerves. “Would you shut your mouth for two seconds, you steroid-addled fool?” She growls and rolls her eyes.
Chris quickly freezes and shuts the hell up at Alcina’s admonishment. You swear his cheeks are red from embarrassment. “Sorry…” He murmurs.
Alcina looks back at you. “Now, what about you, little one? I want to hear what you have to say,” She prompts in a much gentler tone. It’s probably just wishful thinking, but… What if… You really are her child? The possibility exists… And she just wants to hold onto hope for a little while.
You’re silent for a moment, unsure of what she’s asking for. “What do you want me to say?” You ask.
“Well… Tell me anything you’d like to,” She says with a small smile… And then glares at Chris. “Why don’t you go ask my maids to make you something to eat, manthing? Leave the two of us alone to chat,” She dismisses and waves her hand at him.
Chris blanches. “I- But! I’m not leaving Y/N. We’re here on a mission-”
“I’ve got this, Redfield,” You say, now wanting to take the opportunity to learn more about this woman. You’ve become so curious about her…
Chris’s mouth hangs open. “A-are you sure, Y/N? I can stay if you want me to.”
“I’m good,” You reiterate.
Chris sighs. He can see you’re telling the truth. “Alright,” He agrees. “Just keep your radio on, okay?” He tells you.
You nod at Chris and watch him reluctantly leave.
Alcina goes over to close the door behind him and leads you to sit with her by the fire.
You cautiously sit down and watch her closely.
“Now… Tell me about yourself, little one,” She says.
Note: Talk about a cliffhanger! A very interesting conversation will happen in the next part… Hope you liked it!
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tobeywobey · 7 months
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this is me asking about your grandberry pirate gillion au :0
YESYAYYAYAYAYAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! this spawned cuz of a swordfish supercut and also the joke lizzie made abt "you come on this ship you're my crew"
ok SOOO its canon-compliant UP until 53/57, around there ! gilly takes Not Ferin Well a whole lot worse, especially the almost jay betrayal! hes basically the same as he is in canon (atleast to jay and chip) but hes so upset over jay lying to them this whole time even after what theyve been through together. lizzie and caspian roll up on the half a ship and yk yk, gill goes to help and lizzie makes the "hes on my ship, hes on my crew" and. gill just thinks shes serious and hes shocked and then kind of relieved? he didnt know how to confront chip and jay about what happened on block and now he doesnt have to! and so he just. says goodbye to jay and chip and lizzie is like oh shit youre fr? ok welcome aboard. LOL .
jay and chip take this as well as youd expect! theyre obviously very betrayed and upset, and chip is mad at both gill but also Lizzie cuz in his mind she has just taken his best friend away from her :( they go their separate ways after an argument between all of them (mainly gill, lizzie and chip) and jay keeps trying to convince chip to go back, chip keeps trying to sail them forward and is even more deadset on finding arlin now (they drop off ollie way sooner, as soon as they get to zero-- which they leave for after allport)
gill would start to feel guilty but also the training hes doing with caspian and lizzie starts to help him, and hes also coming to terms with being in the oversea and in his mind the grandberry ship is helping him a lot!
anyways a lot of time passes, both ships go on canon-compliant adventures (HOWEVER. grandberry pirates fight off against the navy a lot more than riptide crew does in canon, so gill is also dealing with that .)
since it starts out near ep 50ish, its near ep 100 where they are reunited (in the black sea!) niklaus tempts lizzie (and by proxy the rest of the crew) by saying if they go and help him with what he needs (which is uh. gillion. its the same thing he wants gill to do in canon) that he will bring ava back (he can Totally do that guys.) and then he gets A BIT SILLY and goes to riptide pirate crew (atp theyd have all the normal npcs minus queen cuz that was all gillion's doing) and is like. Do you Want your Fish Guy? Hes somewhere in the black sea. find him for me and ill make sure he comes back to you guys . :D (he can also Totally do that.)
they meet in the black sea, have the same battle they did when they first got there (both albatross and grandberry together) and gill is still the one who saves jay which leads to sillyness ^_^ gill and jay . talk it out and whatnot, chip (once he stops refusing to talk to gill) and gill argue about it and have. surprise. another ice arena moment. theyre so insane.
---also extra notes--- :D
i dont exactly think hed say hes happier on the grandberry ship than with chip n jay i just . think hes definitely less worried about being the main protector? he knows caspian and lizzie can hold their own (not saying jay and chip cant its just .. you know..) and is living with a lot less stress and also has worked through undersea trauma like how he does in canon except with lizzie and caspian so . hes definitely living a better life, and if offered a place back on the riptide crew he wouldnt just abandon lizzie and caspian after all that especially cuz he still has lingering pain from jay betrayal ^_^
has lizzie/ava (past), swordfish QPR (i love them), liz/casp (QPR) (have you heard how caspian talks abt liz?), and uh........ yeah thats it.
also little idea idk where to fit in here . thinking abt gill missing ollie and chip (once theyve made up) being like "the three of us can go back to Zero and see him!" and gill is just like .. "chip this is my family now, im so much happier here than I have been (OUCH.) I can't in good conscious rejoin you as a riptide pirate after i've spent so long with as a grandberry pirate. However I would Like to see ollie." but both ships go and see ollie bc. yeah ^_^. chip is. devastated :(
hes much stronger and also slightly crazier! the navy trying to kill you will do that to you ^_^
i feel like i had something else to say but i forgot it.
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emojellyace08 · 6 months
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Lookism Men x Singer/Musician! Reader 🖤🥀 🤟 🎶
A/N: I'm making the reader in the subculture of pop-punk smth like that for the most part but feel free to pick your own music genre. Genre: fluff ☁️, and slight angst 🥀 pairing: character/s x reader (romantic ; reader is gender neutral) Warnings: slight mentions of personal problems Picture/character name: Nana Osaki
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Daniel Park/Jay Hong/Duke Pyeon/Eli Jang/Jake Kim/Jerry Kwon/Lineman/Sinu Han/Young Jinyoung Park/Jace Park/Kwak Jihan/(add in: Mary Kim! because why not she slays)
They really loves your voice. You're not only kind and helpful, you're also very talented and he feels very gifted to have someone like you :).
They also finds it a new interesting thing about you. If you're shy about your singing/music skills please don't! They're willing to listen to your beautiful voice and amazing talent. So there's need to gatekeep on what you can do (but they wouldn't pressure you too much they know boundaries).
They also wouldn't mind if you collaborate with them! They thinks it's a good bonding time in your relationship. Whether it's singing to other musicians' songs or composing your own they find it really enjoyable.
They would also be you personal manager or your bandmate if you asked me. I'm pretty sure that they at least know something about music or they're just also really good at it but they're also shy about it (whether if they're a good vocalist, knows how to play musical instruments or a composer they will do a good job with it and he'll appreciate it if you help them gather more ideas for new projects). You just gotta keep your relationship in private if both of you ever got famous because of some fans (y'know what I mean).
If you play musical instruments, they would blush when you insist to teach them the basics. Or, if you want to learn how to play and they know how to (please I want someone to teach me how to play the guitar it's so hard lol), they will spend their free time teaching you. Nonetheless if both of you are patient with each other, it can form a strong bond and connection.
They are willing to protect you especially when excited fans tries to touch you when they get a bit too thrilled to finally meet both of you. You even got to scold them while patching them up for being careless about themselves since they get hurt trying to shield you a bunch of times. But don't blame them, they want to make sure you and your privacy is safe (and they'll get flushed and a bit concerned when you also do the same for them).
They will be willing to listen and know about the meaning of your songs/covers. They will find a bit upsetting if you're ashamed of what you can do or if you are using your talent to vent out your negative emotions and personal problems as a coping mechanism. Nonetheless, they will be willing to reach out and talk to you about it. Besides they know that spending your time doing your hobbies/talent can be really healthy to release your stress. But next time don't hesitate to talk about your personal issues because they're your partner and they want to see you better, despite being a bit embarrassing on your part.
If you suffer from stage fright, don't worry if you don't mind they will sing with you! They find it a bit stressful for you to feel like this because they really believe on what you can do and also you as a person. So, they will cheer you up and give the best and genuine compliments.
1000/10 power couple vibes.
Zack Lee/Vasco (Lee Eun Tae)/Goo Kim/Jiho Park/Warren Chae/Tom Lee/Olly Wang/Kuroda Ryuhei/Vin Jin/Yuseong/Kwak Jibeom/Gongseob Ji
Do I even need to start? He will be your number one fan.
Not really good in terms of singing/music? (sorry Vin I do like you but Duke is just better lol). They're probably out of tune most of the times but he will practice almost every hour just to impress you lmao. But with practice and hard work (along with your help), he can keep up with you!
He is willing to give up his training just to stay beside you. They might be a little bit obsessed over you, but they do know boundaries. He'll respect it if you want your free time, but he will still cry inside because he really wants to spend his extra time with you.
He will not admit it, but he thinks that he enjoys spending his time with you teaching him your interests? It's not necessarily that he's super passionate with music (except for Vin). But he finds it a good hobby when he's bored. He would also find it enjoyable if he teaches you his body training techniques (but he may unconsciously push you to your limits so you gotta tell him what you like and what you're not comfortable with). He would also force you almost every night (especially Yuseong, Goo, and Ryuhei) to hum him a lullaby before he sleeps, bastard. But like I said, he would stop if you're not comfortable with it. But if he has puppy ears it would surely droop down the moment you turned off his offer.
He thinks that playing musical instruments is so damn hard. Like how the hell can you play *your instrument of choice* so smooth? Almost perfectly if you asked me. Now he wanna learns how to play too! Be patient with him because he may accidentally break it (for example strumming the guitar so hard lmao).
He will also whoop someone's ass if they ever tried to touch you. But he may misunderstand the situation with someone who's just excited to ask for an autograph 🗿. Now don't blame him, he's really cautious with any potential danger (especially when you became famous). Now you gotta scold his ass off telling him to be nicer to your fans and he'll be crying and sniffing pleading for your forgiveness. But still, his preservative demeanor will still be active especially when you're out for tours. He's also a great body guard even when he's super a blockheaded person at times.
He's the type to look really tough but cries at hearing emotional songs? You can see the tears that threatened to fall on his now red-glossy eyes as he doesn't know why he feels like this every time you sing a meaningful song with your beautiful song. You're like a goddess given life, his princess if you asked me.
He will scream like the biggest fanboy he's ever been when you're feeling nervous for a stage performance. The only thing missing at this point is him holding up a board with your pictures plastered with colorful/*color of choice* on it to cheer you up lmao.
He' a chaotic crackhead and also pretty dumb at times. He wants to guard and almost babysit you on rehearsals.
Gun Park/Johan Seong/Jiho Park (villain arc/James Lee/Daniel Park (post-gun training/Jay Hong/Jake Kim/Samuel Seo/Taesoo Ma/Kwak Jichang/Hudson Ahn/Yoojin/Mandeok/Cheon Taejin/Xiaoleoung/Jason Yoon/Brad Lee
He doesn't really care if you can sing or make music? But he does find it an interesting fact about you though.
He would be honestly feel a bit blessed if he have a partner who's not only strong willed, helpful and emotionally intelligent/logical but also talented (his type might be a too unrealistic but I guess as long as you're a positive or a good person he might catch feelings for you especially Daniel).
Doesn't really care about one's physical appearance in some aspects (some men in this list have preferences but he's not too picky either except for Samuel and Jiho lmao). But he would find it hot and appealing if you wear your own preference in clothing that matches your music style. He thinks that it can also catch your audiences' attention to be presentable not only talent/skill wise but also in your fashion sense.
He might not admit it but he loves your voice. He finds it calming since he's either having troubles with his sleep schedule and he's really tired. Anything you sing is okay for him, hearing your voice is enough as you ruffle his hair to help him take a nap. But his cold-stone heart will slowly melt if you sing his favorite song/s for him in a soft and calm manner.
He's not really a singer but he does hum at times either when if he's bored or in private all alone because he's too focused on his work or either he's embarrassed by it (Daniel has a very exceptional singing skills we all that). He might reject or skip your offer of him helping you out for your project since he's either busy dealing with his enemies, him getting a bit shy and unsure, or him just not being in the mood for it. But after some forcing persuading, he might accept your offer but he still have doubts about it lol. He might prefer doing some back-up vocals though. He will find it annoying if you keep forcing him to sing with you. But he can't resist to you as his partner. So you might hear a low (yet beautiful tone) voice of his singing along with you especially on karaoke bars.
Though I headcannon that he prefers being your bodyguard/manager (something along of the lines like that). Since he's super strong, cunning, fast and a very outstanding fighter he wouldn't hesitate to kick your stalker's ass the moment he catches up on them. He wants to make sure that your privacy and personal life is secured and safe as much as possible. And he will get his job done.
Not the best in comfort because he's mostly serious at times (especially Gun and Samuel), but he will still try his best to cheer you up before your performance. You're precious to him.
He will not admit it but he does find it enjoyable to spend time with you on what you like to do/hobbies especially when he's free. He might be interested to play your instrument of choice or practice his vocal skills more with you as his coach and lover. Who knows?
Bonus! DG (Kang Dag Yeom)/Daniel Park/Duke Pyeon (sorry I might come out as a bit of a biased person lmao)
He's a singer/musician as well! So no need to be embarrassed by your music skills.
Though he can't help to admire your beauty, he's most likely act professional in times of work. You got lots of projects to do that must be done on time, so he'll most likely put his feelings aside first.
He's very attentive about your ideas for your new projects. If you don't mind he might even recommend some tips and his thoughts for that additional flair on the music. Not only him working with you is organized, it's also very enjoyable while still being focused.
He might know how to play a musical instrument (DG for sure), but for Daniel and Duke they're more of a vocalist and composer. So teaching him how to play or you studying together to play your musical instrument of choice is also very entertaining. DG will be willing to teach you the basics first if you asked him for help when he's free. So you don't need to feel shy about it.
He also cares for the meaning of the songs you're composing/making a cover for. He really believes that music is not only something catchy on our hearing, but also it needs to be a beautiful and meaningful masterpiece. He might get concerned if your song of choice might be a bit personal on your side, but he'll make sure that he'll talk about it with you (in a good way ofc). Nonetheless as long as you're happy with the song, he'll be fine with it too.
He'll also try his best to protect you. Daniel and DG can kick some perverted people if needed. As for Duke, I'm not really confident that he can fight back but I'm sure he'll still try his best to take care of you in his own ways :).
They feel stage fright at times but he'll get a bit more anxious when you're the one that experiences it. He wants you to know that you can get through it. So if you don't mind he will sing with you too.
1000/10 couple vibes (again lol).
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Stranger || Vernon
Vernon x f!reader
Genre:fluff, nonidol!vernon, smau
Summary: you come home from a vacation to a random stranger in your bed, or maybe he isn't so much of a stranger after all...
Warnings: swearing (mostly f!reader lol sos), a lil but of angst & mental health mentions, hella serious anger issues(f! reader), mentions of sexual activity, very much kissing, mentions of food/pics of food:) TALK ABOUT CAR CRASH‼️
A/N: HEY sorry I’ve been gone all week I’m back at school and it’s exam time especially next week so I might be even more inactive (only since I wanna do good on these exams for the bigger ones) but I’ll try myself best. But I’ve always been away this week bc I’ve had no motivation at all and it’s been pretty tuff for me in general. But I hope I can do better in the future. So please forgive me for the long wait for part 4🙏🏼😰 anyways hope you enjoy❤️
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Vernon makes his way to your bedroom, he wants to ask about your knee and what happened, but he feels like it may be a sensitive topic to you. So, he just asks if you needed anything else be he heads out. “No I’m okay, thank you though, it means a lot.” You reply. He nods and you get suspicious that he wants to ask you something else.
He slightly glances to your knee and now you know he’s wanting to ask what happened. “I was in an accident.” You say. Vernons head jerks up and he mutters out a single, “Oh.” It was unexpected, he didn’t know, “I’m sorry, you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want.” He’s genuine, that’s what you like the most about him. He’s honest and kind and somehow doesn’t make small things into bigger things.
“No it’s okay, I can talk about it. I ended up tearing my ACL severely. I almost lost my ability to walk, I try my best to be as careful and even though I’ve been cleared for weeks now, I dont it just stresses me out. I hit my knee and I immediately think of the worst thing possible.” You let out a small chuckle at the end.
“It happened in the states, I was staying with my mom for a little. For about three weeks, then me and my brother got into an accident after I picked him up from the gym. My mom didn’t want me to come back to Korea until I was cleared. That’s why I was gone for so long and the only people know is Mingyu and Minghao and well, now you.”
“Oh,” it’s the only thing Vernon seems to let out, he’s shocked and doesn’t know what to say. “Are you okay?” He asks, you simply nod and say, “Yes, no one was killed. My brother did experience a little bit of brain damage but he’s okay now. And so am I so please don’t worry about me. I had enough of that when it came to Mingyu and Hao.” You laugh.
“Well aslong as you’re okay, then so am I. I’m glad no deaths happened. I’m glad you’re okay, and your brother I don’t know.” You nudge he shoulder softly.
“Mingyu was right about you being a big softy on the inside.” You joke, Vernon’s raises and eyebrow, “Mingyu said that? What else did he say about me?”
“Nothing bad, just a few things he thought I’d need to know before I do something stupid like kicking you out.” You shrug your shoulders. Vernon nods, “Well, I need to get going to I’ll see you later.”
“Okay, I’ll make something when you get back.” You smile at him, he returns the smile and you both bid goodbyes and he leaves.
Once Vernon leaves, you find yourself letting out a big sigh you did notice you were keeping in. At least he now knows what happened to you. You did feel like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders when you told him what happened. Even thought you and your brother are okay, it’s still a sensitive topic. You couldn’t drive for almost 4 months because you was scared. Therapy helped you over coke that though.
“Right,” you say to yourself, “Time for the gym.”
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AN: I actually like this one😭🙏🏼
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