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#cries thank you everytime i see a comment like that my heart just warms up
wotcherangie · 11 months
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I was so surprised when Lettuce confessed that she was in love with Shirogane. She's grown so much that her strength and her love helped reach across eons, and now she's even strong enough to give that strength to people like Madeleine. And I like that, through it all, Shirogane listed off all the ways she's grown and all her good points, how she's "caring and hardworking and audacious and makes him happy". My heart hurts, but at the same time, they both have helped each other grow more mature and that makes my heart feel warm for them too. Does that make sense? I guess what I'm saying is, I still love them a bunch!
Helloooo dear anon, such a pleasure to fin my inbox so full of fellow shippers wanting to chat, so:
I was so surprised when Lettuce confessed that she was in love with Shirogane. She's grown so much
I was surprised too, better said... I was SHOCKED! As soon as I realized she was about to confess I started panicking, not only because, at THIS POINT of the story, he clearly didn't love her back, but because... I honestly didn't see that coming, such a brave moment, something most of us cannot do or face in everyday life, and from the most shy and insecure of the team. She really has grown so much, I cannot express properly how proud of her I am and how important this moment was for every girl that grew up with her, after 20 years of waiting she declared her love and has become such a strong girl. Such a relatable path.
And I like that, through it all, Shirogane listed off all the ways she's grown and all her good points, how she's "caring and hardworking and audacious and makes him happy".
That was such an important moment too: he didn't just rejected her with respect, care and kindness, but he also acknowledged her journey, he actually acknowledged her. He made clear that he saw her, and he saw her in every aspect, and that is so important, since she felt unseen by everyone in most of her relationships growing up.
My heart hurts, but at the same time, they both have helped each other grow more mature and that makes my heart feel warm for them too. Does that make sense? I guess what I'm saying is, I still love them a bunch!
IT TOTALLY MAKE SENSE! I feel the same! Exact the same way! I cried so much for her, for her pain and for her being so heartbroken, but at the same time her being finally able to confess him, his genuine and caring reaction, the fact that they care so much about eachother, it really warmed my heart. Everytime I see his stupid face, smiling at her after the confession, I cannot help myself melting and falling in love with those two idiots all over again...
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dazed-hee · 11 months
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TIFF OH MY GOD JAY'S INSTALLMENT FOR UR WITH LOVE SERIES OH MY GOD.
in the beginning when jayyn first met it was SO CUTE!!!! EEEEKKK very taylor swift you belong with me of them 😍 i want what they have. WHEN JAY CALLED YN PRETTY GIRL 😭😭 <33333
and then jinhee came into the picture 😠 BOOOOO me and the homies dont like u!!! go away jinhee!!! but HOON AND JIMIN <3 truly the bffs everyone should have 🫂
when jay finally realised his feelings >>>>>>> HE PLAYED HER IM YOURS?!:!:! i cried. that was so cute. my favourite FAVOURITE line in this fic was when jay told yn "You were always my good luck charm so of course I had to have something related to you on me at all times." THIS IS THE SWEETEST MOST HEART WARMING EVER 🥹 WHEN WILL IT BE MY TURN TO EXPERIENCE THIS 😔😔😔😔
i absolutely enjoyed reading this fic and cant wait to read the other installments for this series <33 i love u and ur big brain ure so amazing i hope u know everytime u tease a new fic i get so excited like. for REAL. ALSO ITS LATE BUT CONGRATULATIONS ON UR GRADUATION!!! hee would be so proud of u 👩‍🎓
- ur #1 fan 🤍
OMGGGGG my little anon hi how are you it’s been a while 😞🤍 hope everything is fine and dandy for you bc for me😵‍💫😹🫶 NO BC I WAS WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO BRING UP THE TAY REFERENCE 😵‍💫 (you can thank ely for always spamming Taylor lyrics)
PLSSS i was debating on making Jinhee evil or stay nice to make it messy butttt my moots convinced me to say fuck her…🤣🤣 this is prob the most angsty of all the fics in the series (WE’LL SEE) but the next one I’m v excited for 😋 a happy kdrama vibe fic…Jay singing I’m Yours bc he stated irl he liked the song and wanted to learn how to play it 😁
I’m so glad you were a fan of the story plot bc I wasn’t for sometime 😓 I think that’s what took me so long I was so unsatisfied(?) w my work but seeing how much feedback and love I received (I’ve been busy busy so I’ll try to respond to comments and asks soon!!) I think it was just unfamiliarity w the genre >.<
LOVEEE getting feedback like this you’re always on my mind when I release one hehe thinking of how you’d react tysm for reading and for all the love MUAH ILY🤍
Heeseung educated gf 🫨🫨🫡
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andilovetowrite · 3 years
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Punch to the Heart (Part 1)
Peter Parker x Reader
Summary: After repeatedly blowing you off on plans, events and trips, you have finally had enough. But Peter soon regrets it as he sees the harsh reality of almost losing his best friend.
Based on a request you can find here!
Warnings- Crying and a bit of flinching. This is probably my most angsty fic yet, with sprinkles of fluff here and there :)
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Part 2
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“No, I can’t make it.”
“Sorry, I gotta hang out with MJ.”
“Oh, MJ wants to go out for the evening.”
“Of course I can’t come for movie night, MJ and I are going on a date.”
“Hey Pete, I got the snacks here, come on in”, you said, excited to be spending time with your best friend for the first time in weeks.
“Uh, so I can’t stay for movie night. I gotta pick up MJ and we are heading to her house for the night.”
As he said that, you could feel your heart sinking, stomach curling. Peter never used to bail on your plans, let alone not come to movie nights. Before he started dating MJ and fought Mysterio, you two were inseparable. Always joined at the hip. Whether it was Spiderman duties or simple day to day things, you two would always do it together. Through thick and thin.
That was your motto. You and Peter made it when you were young. But perhaps, you could get through thick and thin, but not through MJ…
“What do you mean? We have been planning this for more than a month. Or well, I have”, you said bitterly, rolling your eyes.
“Well, can’t we just reschedule or something. MJ wants me there tonight.”
You scoffed, looking down. “Peter, I’m your best friend and we haven’t hung out in a month. Can’t you just postpone your plans with MJ?”
He sighed, looking annoyed. “Okay, I can’t just bail on MJ!”
“But you have no problem turning me down every time….”
Peter chuckled humourlessly, running his hand through his hair. “But she is my GIRLFRIEND Y/N!”
“So that’s just an excuse now?” you asked, taking a step back when he yelled.
“Look, it’s not my fault that I want to spend time with my girlfriend. So stop always trying to get attention, and for gods sakes, stop being so fucking clingy!” Peter shouted, throwing his arm back. You stood still, stunned. Tears started welling up in your eyes as you looked down. You wanted to say something, a backhand comment, something to redeem your dignity, but all you let out was a choked sob. Suddenly, Peter looked up, recognition on his face as he reached out to you. But just as he was going to touch you, you flinched, stepping further away from him.
Hurt burst through his face when he saw what you were doing. “Y/N, I didn’t mean-”
“Just go, Peter. You already know how to…” you whispered, arms wrapping around your frame. You felt a fresh batch of tears forming, but you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing it. So you turned around, grabbed the door handle, and turned to see him, heartbreaking in two as you saw the flowers he had held behind his back for MJ.
“I’ll stop being a clingy best friend. Hell, I’ll just stop being a best friend.” And with that, you walked in, shutting the door behind you before crumbling to the ground. The smell of fresh sandwiches was in the air, the kind from Delmar. You knew Peter liked them, so you had gone and bought some for your movie night. But now, the sight of them made you curl up as you cried softly into your arms.
A part of you hoped Peter would come back, knock on the window and say that he had dumped MJ and was ready to spend time with you. Alas, life doesn’t always go the way you hoped it would, since, within minutes, you heard the familiar WHAP of his web. That was the first night in years that you cried yourself to sleep….
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“Ugh”, you mumbled as your eyes tried to adjust to the bright yellow light streaming in through the window. “Mom, close it!”
“Nope, you have to get up! This pity party of yours has been going on for too long. You’ve stayed in bed the entire weekend. You have to go to school today!” Your mom stood up, yanking your cover out of your bed. She sighed, looking at your bedridden head and dark circles. “How late did you stay up till?”
You sighed, leaving the warm embrace of your bed. “Just till one”
Your mom clasped your shoulder, pulling you up gently. “Okay I don’t know what happened, but I have a plate of bacon and egg on the table. Go have a shower and then get some breakfast.” She ruffled your hair. “A full stomach makes a happy person” She winked at you before walking out of your room.
You pulled yourself out of bed and into the bathroom, shedding your clothes. Stepping under the war water, you let your worries flow away with the mascara marks that were stuck on your face. Running your fingers through your tangled hair, you promised yourself Peter wouldn’t see you break down today. Drying off, you walked out of the room, dressed in some of your comfortable clothes. Quickly eating your breakfast, you left for school, wanting to get there before everyone else arrived. You ran up the stairs, going straight to the library. You didn’t have a busy day, actually, you had only 2 classes today but quite a bit of work to do… Since you had something else to do on the weekend.
Tossing your books down, you grabbed a chair, getting your notebook out to start writing. Time passed as you did your work, your hand aching but you didn’t care. For some reason, you couldn’t immerse yourself in you studies.
As if on cue, your “reason” walked through the door, heading straight for your table. You acted as if you couldn’t see him, staring down at your scribbles. Hearing his feet get closer, you tense up, breathing heavily.
“Your heartbeat is getting faster, so it’s kinda useless trying to avoid me…”, Peter said, towering over you. Furrowing your eyebrows, you glared up at him, not saying a word, worried about what might come out of your mouth. Peter sighed, sitting down. You looked at him warily. He didn’t say anything else, just continued to stay quiet and stare at his lap.
Okay, you thought, starting to pack up your things, If he doesn’t want to talk, then neither should I.
You stood up, an as if Peter saw you for the first time, he reached out grabbing your wrist, making you flinch back. “Sorry”, he muttered, retracting his arm. “Sorry”, he said again, looking you in the eye. “I’m sorry. I know I haven’t been spending time with you, and blowing you off everytime. I just- uh, MJ is my first girlfriend. Ever. And I just don’t want to screw this up.”
You scoffed at his words, looking away. “So you would rather screw up a friendship of 8 years than say no to your girlfriend of two months?”
Peter shook his head, trying to find the right words. “I-I don’t want to stop spending time with you just because MJ is now part of my life. Plus, I miss our movie nights…”
You contemplated it, staring at Peter’s soft puppy eyes he was giving you.
“Okay, fine. It’s okay, I know I can be clingy sometimes, and I’m sorry-”
“You’re not clingy! At all. I’m sorry I said that.”, Peter said hurriedly.
“I just don’t want to lose my best friend Pete. Even when we went to Europe you ignored me. And I know it was because of Beck, but after that, it was always MJ this or MJ that!”
Peter hung his head down, not responding. You sighed again, staring at him. “It’s fine Peter. Let’s just try and make time, alright?”
Peter nodded, smiling hesitantly at you before opening his arms. Smiling back at him, you hugged him, feeling the warmth of his body for the first time in days. You felt him nuzzle his head into your neck, his warm breath hitting your skin, leaving a tingling sensation. Without even thinking about it, you whispered softly into his shirt. “I love you Peter Parker.” As soon as the words left your mouth, you tensed up, but Peter didn’t respond. You relaxed, as he probably didn’t hear it.
You could’ve stayed with Peter for hours, but then his phone started ringing loudly, He let go, sheepishly smiling at the annoyed librarian. Looking at his screen, you saw a picture of his and MJ, with her kissing his cheek, way too close to his mouth. Turning away, you tried to concentrate on anything else but Peter’s voice as he picked up the phone, words of love and admiration flowing out.
Hearing what MJ was saying, you leaned closer. “Where are you Peter? It’s been 15 min.”
Peter didn’t say anything for a moment, looking back at you, which made you look away. “I’m just doing something. I’ll be right there…”
He turned around to you, giving you a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I gotta go. I’ll see you later though, right?”
Nodding at him, you pulled your books out again, and watched him walk out quickly, a bounce in his step. You hoped you would see him later, that he would keep his promise of spending time with you, that he would stand up to MJ and tell her that he wanted to hang out with you. But for the second time in a few days, you were wrong. So bloody wrong. And this broken promise would definitely be a punch to the heart…
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lordabovehelpme · 3 years
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Wonder- Din Djarin x Reader
Request: Hi Lordy! okay, so I got and a request idea and was wondering if you like to write it (no stress if you cant! :) ). I was wondering if you could write something based off of the song "Wonder" by Shawn Mendes? I think i would be great from either point of view and I know you will write something absolutely AMAZING because you are AMAZING! <33333 -🪐
A/n: Hello lovely! I am so happy to see you!!! I hope everything has been going splendid for you! I absolutly love this idea and I hope you like what I came up with! Thank you for stopping bye and I love you a ton! (Also this song is like one of my top ten favorites)
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He can’t move. He’s stuck in place. He just stands in the doorway, unmoving and no thoughts running through his head.
You are standing in the hull, child falling asleep in your arms as you rock him back and forth. His little hands grip at your shirt and his eyes open and close in his fight against slumber. The arm not supporting his body rubs his ear and tickles his forehead. A faint melody flows through the room from your mouth.
The strong and comforting wave of love flows from your soul into his own, sparking thoughts he should never have.
Thoughts of how it would feel to be in the little ones place. To have his head resting in your lap while your fingertips comb through his curls. How your nails would lightly run along his scalp, sending shivers down to his toes. The soft rhythmic swell of your chest as you breathe in and out. He would let his eyes fall shut as you sing down to him.
He starts to wonder. Silently, he asks the universe what you would do if he walked over and wrapped his arms around you. What you would do if he rested his heavy head on your shoulder. Would you shove him off and cower? Or would you let him sink into your flesh and hide from the world?
These thoughts plague him daily. Every little detail and action you have gives him a new idea. Just this morning when you padded up to the cockpit with your eyes still half closed, he would have given anything to be able to pull you into his lap. To have you curl up against his chest; he’d even take the armor off just so you could stay warm. He would cup the back of your head and tuck you away into his embrace, happily listening to your soft snores.
Everytime you blink and your eyelashes flutter, he wonders what they would feel like against his skin. The soft wisps of hair sweeping across his cheek just in the way you do to the child. “Butterfly kisses” you call them.
He yearns to be able to rub his nose against your own. To press his forehead against your own. To be able to hold his lips against yours. He stares at them. Those pillowy plush lips that terrorize his every thought. He hopes you never notice, but at the same time, he wonders what you would do if you knew.
He wonders what it would be like if he had the liberty to love you. To be able to grab your hand wherever he pleased or so desired. To be able to shield you and protect you from the world. It always pains him whenever you’re scared and he can’t do anything but stand there. He wants… needs to reach out and make sure you're okay. But that would only make it worse.
That night the storm happened. The Crest moaned and creaked as it’s walls were pounded with rain and wind. Thunder boomed and long bangs sounded outside as trees and rocks fell. He had heard you. He had listened as your faint cries and sniffles flowed. In a panic he had stood and ran out to your bunk. But when you saw him you brushed away your tears and smiled up at him.
“Big storm out there, huh?” He hated that you tried to put on a happy face. “Sorry, did the little guys' tears wake you? I just got him back down.” You gesture to the child fast asleep in your arms, his cheeks shining from fresh tears. “You can go back to bed.”
You turned away from him to put the child back in his hammock. And his heart crashed to the floor, shattering into millions of pieces. The hand that was going to reach for you stopped and fell back to its place on his side. He only nodded as he walked back to his own bunk, but as soon as the door closed shut his helmet was ripped from his head.
His own tears poured from his eyes as his heart clenched. He shouldn’t have done that. He shouldn’t have got his hopes up again. His fingers gripped at his chest. Why are his emotions always so much more powerful when they are about you?
What would it have been like if you tried to find refuge in his arms? He would have given anything to have just reached out and held you. Even now, he still wonders what it would have been like to comfort one another that night.
When you smile at the child, he smiles under his helmet. He can’t help it. He can’t help but to imagine what it would feel like if you smiled at him. If your eyes would sparkle for him just as they do for the child. He wants to be able to reach out and pinch your cheeks, and trail his fingers across your skin.
He wonders what it would be like to be able to trail his hands across your form. He wonders what it would be like to be able to worship you. He would kiss and rub every single inch of your skin, paying extra attention to the areas you despise. Especially the soft swell of your stomach. He knows you hate it, but he loves it. That soft flesh that ensures him you're healthy. The urge to lift your shirt and press his head against that swell grows more intense every day.
What if you finally let him hold you? He’s not quite sure what he would do. No, he does know. He would pull you as close as he could and wrap himself around you. He would overwhelm his senses with you. He would never let go.
He wonders what it’s like to be loved by you. What’s it like to see your face light up when you spot him. For you to bound over to him and hug him, not caring if anyone notices. For you to call him yours, and gleam when he calls you his.
But now, as the child finally falls asleep and your melody ends, he can only watch. He can only stand there as these questions and feelings swirl through his mind. And as you turn to him and nod your head with a small smile he shoves these sentiments down as far as they will go and climbs back to the cockpit.
He can only wonder. Because he knows they are only dreams and that you would never be able to love such a broken man like him.  
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Sequel: Reality
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k-comfyspace · 3 years
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Plan
Star: Jo Haseul (Loona)
Idea: Yes
Love: Hi cause recent news that Haseul is finally back could you do a Haseul x 13th fem!member. Where reader has been sad and overwhelmed lately, added that Haseul is gone so she cries to her members sometimes but when Haseul comes back to the dorm again reader is super happy? Thanks! I love you a lot!
A/n: Haseulllllllllll, thank you for requesting!!!
Sorry if I went on a little tangent love my head is in space again😅Hope you still like it!
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You wrapped your arms around the older girl hugging her back as a giggle escaped past her lips, “Don’t forget to get some rest okay?”
Pulling away Haseul cupped your cheeks, frowning at your obvious tired state which made you roll your eyes and playfully pushed her away when you saw the worry and concern, “Yes mom,”
The small sounds of her laughter never failed to make you smile as Haseul waved at you and the others before she left the dorm after exchanging one more set of goodbyes.
When the door closed all of the girls got back to their own business, you walked back to your room sighing when you saw the stacked books and notebooks that you left on the table.
You padded towards your desk, sitting on the chair as you wore your glasses and took one book, your mind focusing on your task as you zoned out from everything.
A few hours later your door opened but you were too occupied to realize it until someone pulled the book out of your hands, you jumped back, hand on your chest as you looked at Kahei who glanced at you with concern,
“Unnie, you scared me!” you exclaimed, the older girl furrowing her eyebrows before she noticed piles of books on your desk.
“I knocked on your door multiple times, Y/n” carefully Kahei placed the book down as you breathed out, heart slowing down after the scare.
“Sorry, I didn’t notice, I was focusing too much,” you reasoned, a yawn leaving your lips as Kahei looked at you with concern, “Let’s eat dinner, so you can sleep,” she said, pulling you by the arm and you couldn’t resist, seeing the time on the clock you were surprised that it was already so late.
Jungeun and Sooyoung were in the kitchen, chatting with each other before their attention had shifted to you.
Frowns etched into their faces when they saw the fatigue in your face, the yawning that followed while you rubbed your eyes through your glasses didn’t help as Kahei sat you down before she prepared you some food.
The blonde and the brunette ended their talk and took the seats in front of you, observing as you kept nodding off, your eyes fighting to stay open as you mumbled to yourself, when Kahei came back she gave you a plate with a glass of water, also sitting beside you. Silence surrounded all of you as they let you eat,
“Are you doing okay, Y/n?”
Sooyoung was the first to break the silence, voicing out the thoughts that everyone had as you glanced up to see them looking at you with a certain look you knew far too well,
“I’m fine,” you said with a tired smile on your face, not giving any assurance to your members at all but when you saw them get filled with more worry you sigh and gave them a reassuring smile,
“I promise when I need help I would ask for you or anyone in the dorm,” you said, giving them your full smile which made their worries lessen as they sighed and looked at one another.
“We just don’t want you overworking yourself,”
You understood their concern because they’ve been seeing how hard you’ve worked, the hours you spent in the company trying to perfect the routines and the late nights that you’ve spent working on your projects, it made them worry because lately you’ve been getting too exhausted that they’re getting worried for your health.
When you finished your meal, Sooyoung volunteered to wash your plates as Kahei ushered you to your room, making sure that you were going to sleep and not work on anything because you still had a schedule tomorrow.
Hearing the door shut the three sighed, all thinking about your well being as they pondered about your situation,
“I hope Y/n’s taking care of herself,” Sooyung muttered after she was finished, sitting with the other two who only nodded in agreement, “She’s too stubborn,” Jungeun commented as they all glanced to the hallway.
Looking at your door before they debated on what to do with you. They all made a promise to their leader, to take care of you and make sure you weren’t overworking yourself.
Haseul knew how stubborn you were to finish a task even if you were already dead tired, she often stayed with you at nights just to make sure you didn’t stay up finishing something you could be doing tomorrow.
So she made sure that before she left she could entrust her fellow leaders to take care of you, even talking with Kahei because she knew that you two were close, considering you two were foreigners and often bonded to learn Korean when you were trainees.
“Let’s just go to sleep, we have schedules tomorrow,” Sooyoung said, glancing at the two who smiled and bid her goodnight, each of them going back to their separate rooms and calling it a night.
“Alright, water break!” Sooyoung announced, everyone choosing a corner to sit and drink their water as they rested.
But you didn’t sit as you only drank your water and went near the mirror, trying to redo the part you were struggling at, but everytime you attempted it, one foot would always be off and if you were to perfect the feet your arms would be wrong, at some point you were so frustrated that you decided to ask for someone's help,
“Haseul unnie can you help me?”
All of your members became quiet, staring at you as you didn’t seem to notice what you said, repeating the move as you mumbled to yourself every time you got it wrong,
“Unnie can you--” raising your head you met all their eyes, worry obviously present, you furrowed your eyebrows for a minute before you realized what you said.
Your eyes were quick to drop to the floor, lips pursed as you stared back into the mirror, a sigh leaving your lips.
It wasn’t the first time that this had happened, accidentally calling your leader because you struggled. It was a natural instinct, to call for the older girl as she had been the one to always take care of you.
Though the others also help you it was something about your leader that made you warm up to her more than the others, there were a few times where you accidentally did it.
Everyone understood at first, you had a connection with Haseul. Now they were getting concerned because of the frequency that it had been happening, they knew you were always happy being around the older woman.
It was practically visible how you always lit up when she was around, because you were used to her being by your side, constantly nearby when you needed her.
When they saw the way your shoulders sagged, Jiwoo was the first to stand from her place, walking behind you and wrapping her arms around your waist.
She nuzzled her head in the crook of your neck, you closed your eyes, embracing her warmth before you suddenly felt more pairs of arms enveloping you into a hug.
The girls all hugged you, making sure you knew they were there as you slowly started to tear up, truth be told you were struggling a lot. Not only did the hiatus of your leader affect you, but you also had been feeling overwhelmed because of all the work you’ve been doing.
With the countless schedules that you had to do, it gave you less time to work on your projects. Which resulted in you having to stay up late just to finish it.
They all hugged you and tried to take all your pain away, they knew it was hard, being an idol while also going through school. Though some of them didn’t experience it they can observe and see that you’re really struggling but you still try to hide the fact.
So all they could do is hug you and assure you that they were always with you, whenever you needed it.
Haseul was laying on her bed, scrolling through her phone and the messages in the group chat while she caught up on everything that was happening back at the dorm. Making sure that everyone was safe and sound.
She was about to put her phone down when she got another message from Sooyoung.
Haseul opened it and thought that the brunette would only check up on her but seeing as she mentioned your name worry started to build up inside her.
But as the conversation went on, a frown etched into her face, lowering and lowering until the end of Sooyoung's message. She told Haseul about everything you’ve been going through, saying that girls have been worrying non stop about you because of the tiredness that you’ve been feeling.
That you’re still stubborn and choose to hide it from them even if it was very clear that you were already so tired every time they see you.
Haseul had her ways of figuring out if you were hiding something, she knew you like the back of her hand, she knew when you were lying and when you tried to hide something.
She speculated something based on your tired state every time she went to the dorms. She brushed it off at first but now having gotten the story and confirmation from Sooyoung she stood up, a bright smile on her face when she already had the solution in her head.
The following day everyone seemed extra sweet, helping you start your day as they became more careful and smiley around you.
A part of you expected it, knowing that your members would do anything to make you smile and happy, but even if you knew it would happen you were still so happy so receive all the loving gestures that they would show you throughout the morning until you were dropped off to school.
At the end of the day you exited the gates, searching for the van but there was a crowd of people blocking most of the view. You didn’t think much about it, knowing that most of your fellow idols are always carrying a crowd behind them but you didn’t expect someone to grab your wrist.
You turned quickly and planned to throw your books at the person but instead Heejin greeted you as she gave you a smile, you furrowed your eyebrows at the older girl before you asked,
“Unnie? What are you--” Heejin didn’t let you finish as she pulled you away walking towards the crowd, as it parted to reveal the source of the attention was your own members.
Smiling brightly as they saw you heading towards them while you had to double take to make sure that you were seeing it correctly.
They giggled at your dumbfounded expression, “W-what are you doing here?” you asked them and they only showed you a sly grin,
“We just want to pick up our maknae. Is that so wrong?” Jinsoul replied but the smile on her face made you suspicious, “Don’t mind her, we thought it would be better if all of us go at the same time,”
Sooyoung interjected, pushing the girl away making everyone giggle, including you as they finally saw your full smile, eyes turning into crescents and nose crinkling which made them smile in delight.
A few hours later you came back to the dorms, body aching as you pushed yourself to the limits.
Not only did you have your sports fest earlier in the morning, but you also had to finish your choreography which had to be repeated several times because of some mistakes and revisions.
Opening the door you lazed past the hallway, going to the living room to crash on the couch but your whole body came to a stop as you suddenly felt wide awake, Haseul stood in the middle, a smile on her face before she opened her arms to you.
Without hesitation you bolted towards her, jumping into her embrace as she tried to balance herself, failing and landing on the couch with you on top of her.
The laugh that registered in your ears made you smile so wide that Haseul mirrored it, wrapping her arms around you just as tight and hugged you, melting in her arms you sighed and pushed your face to the crook of her neck sighing as you inhaled the familiar scent,
“I missed you so much,” you muttered softly, making the older sift her hand through your hair as she closed her eyes.
The rest could only watch with bright smiles, seeing you and Haseul happy as ever while you held each other.
It was everything they ever wanted, the two people who would constantly make them happy, their source of joy and energy, leader and maknae both happy and giggling as they rested on the couch.
Throughout the night you couldn’t wipe the smile on your face, not that you wanted to as you stuck beside your leader and when Haseul announced that she would be moving back to the dorm you couldn’t hold in your squeal as you and the other girls pounced on the older girl.
Surprised and happy at the news as all of you trapped her in a hug, cheering and celebrating as you ate happily. Joyous that you would have your leader back at the dorm again.
When you finished eating all of you went to wash up, planning to rest early since you had a rest day tomorrow because everything was essentially done.
Once you left your bathroom your gaze landed on the sudden stack of books which reminded you of what you have to do, the smile on your face dropped just in time for the door to open, Haseul peeking in and seeing the frown on your face.
“Hey,” you turned your head to the door, seeing the girl enter and close the door behind her. Approaching you before she held your hands in her own,
“What’s wrong?” she asked, your eyes moving to your desk, making the older follow your gaze as her own expression lowered before she pulled you towards your bed.
“Listen to me Y/n, you’re hardworking we all know that, but please don’t forget to take a rest,” Haseul said, cupping your cheeks as she brushed under your eyes, frowning at the dark circles that already formed. You closed your eyes and leaned into her hand, the warmth radiating from her forcing a sigh out of you.
Haseul glanced at the stacks of books, a smile reappearing on her face as an idea formed in her head, pulling away the older girl who waited until you opened your eyes.
Seeing the smile on her face made you confused but she was quick to pull you up and lead you to your desk, sitting down she smiled and got a book of her own, seeing the older woman's plan you had to smile. Thoughtful that she would do that as you reached for your glasses and put them on.
“Where do we start?” she asked as you looked at your sticky notes and told her where, you opened your book and started your own work, butterflies floating in your stomach as you couldn’t help but glance at the older in admiration, thankful that she would help you.
When you glanced down Haseul raised her head, she noticed your stares here and there, she found it cute each time she would see the smile on your face then after a minute she called you.
Raising your head you looked at her in question as she gave you the sweetest smile,
“I missed you too.”
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sorry-i-ship-drarry · 3 years
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For the 300 followers prompts, number 26!!!
Since this idea was worth almost crashing while riding my bicycle listening to Heather, so here we go.
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Dialogue prompt - 26. " You love me like I'm the only person who deserves your love " " but you are the only person who deserves my love " | STORY TELLING | mild hurt comfort |
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I remember the day when for the first time you stirred something inside me. It wasn't disastrous but my heart became a traitor and I forgot what it felt like to see you otherwise. You had stood before me and awkwardly apologized for everything you've ever done me bad for but I could see it how hard it was for you, I think I accepted your apology never knowing it'd ever turn into something so beautiful.
I remember when I first saw your smile, first saw you laughing, the Actual laughing, not the snickering or laughing at insults, you laughed at a joke I told and my threefold heart raced once again. I never knew a smile could be so beautiful and a sound could ever be more homely but there was you, so breath takingly and effortlessly beautiful. But I think you had swore to the lords to always prove me wrong, no matter what.
I also remember when you told me you were getting engaged. I was perhaps not in love with you then but I might've been falling anyways but I knew it when it stung me like all the bee's kept sucking my blood but I smiled because you had to go back to your hive. I didn't stop you and when I finally saw you getting married,I finally realised how much I loved you. I should not have fallen for you, I knew it but I think my heart never really ever belonged to me after you had apologized, after you had smiled at me, after you had laughed with me, after you had held my hand in a casual touch, after you had given me the simplest reasons to sleep at night with a smile upon my face. It started belonging to you somewhere along the time and even then I didn't complain. You had two hearts, one of hers and one of mine but then again you are a real charming heart throb, only I wished you had chosen mine.
But I settled for being your best friend, your single best friend you set unsuccessful dates up on, your friend you watched the quidditch match with every Friday night, your friend you went shopping with, your friend who gave you advise on what to gift next, your friend who took you out on Saturday's just so you got out, your friend who sang with you the chorus of endless love , your friend who lied about not having found the one, you friend who gave you marriage advise, I settled for it all as long as I had you near me. I settled knowing that i didn't do a sin confessing how I felt about you even though it hurt me Everytime I saw your face with your new wife. I settled for less.
But I remembered how happy you were after you had gotten married, how happy you were when you saw the bride walking down the isle, how happy you had been with the girl who you thought was from your dreams, how happy you were when you Returned from your honey moon, how happy you were when you knew you were expecting a baby, how happy you had been all along and I wondered what would had happened if I had been the one giving you that happiness but it didn't matter because one look at you and your wife, I'd known you'd never had chosen me.
But then one day you knocked on my door, you looked tired and I summoned you inside my house, offered you tea and you talked, you talked and you talked, and finally you told that you needed a divorce. I was shook because I thought you were the happiest couple in the world but you had told me how one perceives their relationship, how it was all about concealing, that you hadn't been happy after third year of marriage, that you didn't even sleep in the same room anymore. I was confused and you told me you were Afraid you couldn't do this but I remember giving you advise to work on your marriage again, to give her another chance because I could see in the little flickers in your eyes that you looked for that answer, you hoped I'd answer for you to try again. You might've thought why I had told you this but I was in love with you, I knew what you needed to hear be it if it was a pain to me, I gave you what you needed to hear and you left that night repeating that you'd give the marriage another try and I thought that was it for me. I thought this was my last straw, that I should move on after all this time.
And I did, or at Least tried to, I tried dating people, I went off, had fun with other people but their eyes didn't blink the same way, their smile didn't cage my heart, their lips didn't quirk the same way, their eyes didn't smile with their mouth, their hands were not as warm, their body was not as warm, them sharing their jacket wasn't the same, nothing was the same Because it wasn't you. I remembered I cried then the first time realising how foolishly I had been in love with you all these years that my heart didn't yearn but for you and you were there giving your marriage another try. I remember I stood before your House that very night, thinking I couldn't hold it anymore, that you needed to know but I couldn't do this. I loved you too much to snatch you away from Someone you love.
But thing's were never supposed to be that simple Because the day you turned to me for comfort again, you told me you knew my secret. I had asked what secret but your eyes spoke for you. I didn't say anything to you after that, I didn't comment because I had no agreeing to do nor denying, I was in love with you, how could I not be. But then you asked me something so unusual that I never thought you'd ask me in my entire life.
" why ?"
I frowned asking you what that why had been for.
" when that women couldn't love me, why do you ? Why have you loved me for long enough than my wife have ? How have you ?"
And I smiled at you, telling you how I didn't fell in love with the way you talked or the way you smirked or the way you dressed up or the way you learnt things, I fell in love with you because you became someone that was so hard to become, I fell in love with you because you're ugly too like me with scars that remained with you, I fell in love with you because you reminded me of spring, I fell in love with you because you had told me one day that a garden isn't dead until the last of the grass twig have dried up, I fell in love with you and not your things or your Beauty but your brain, your heart and you.
You had stared at me for long enough perhaps figuring out what to reply, but I didn't need one. I had caged my feelings in a tiny safe box and now I had given it to you and it was only yours now.
And after I had thought you wouldn't say anything else you told me
" you love me like I'm the only one who deserves your love "
" but Draco, you are the only who deserves my love "
And you had smiled at me, faintly telling me with your sparkling eyes you had loved me too someday, maybe yesterday, maybe an year from before, or maybe the first time we met in the robe shop but you had loved and I had loved you too.
But it was about starting new. You told me to start new, you told me you had to start new and so the next morning you came to my House with those signed divorce papers and then only you filled my brimming pot seeking a kiss from you, you finally kissed me like you had been saving yourself for me for ages and I had too..
We had lost so much time, I told you but you only replied
" if this life isn't enough, I'd find you again in the next and then there won't be Anyone for me but you "
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sanchosammy · 3 years
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Baby, I was going to tell you.
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Description: You find out through a friend that your husband has taken another job with the guys. This leaves the two of you to have a very serious talk. 
Warnings: Mention of Frankie’s drug problem. Cursing. Slight NSFW. Trouble with getting pregnant. Slightly angst, but made up with fluff.
Note: I did edit this while being very tipsy on a margarita...Yeah. I feel like this isn’t my best work, but it is a very cute story. (This does have Frankie and the reader actively trying to have children. If you’re not a fan of children, this won’t be for you. I just wanted to put that out there!)
Word Count: 4,373
Tonight was your turn to host dinner with your favorite neighbors. Jacob and Hannah, the first married couple you met who was tolerable to hang out with. That was considered a rare find in the marriage world. It was nearly three years back when you and Frankie officially tied the knot and afterwards you searched to find your forever home.
And you did four months after the wedding! A beautiful home to raise a future family. Since then the couple next door had been nothing but pleasant to the two of you. They’ve helped out whenever you needed a hand with a house project that turned out to be a little more than a four hand job, and the couple had attended nearly every party you’ve ever hosted. With that, Jacob and Frankie became close friends over the years. The two of them spending time in Jacob’s ‘man cave’ as he called it. A lame way to say they played pool and talked about who knows what on the weekends.
You didn’t mind though, in your mind it was healthy for him to have someone like that in his life. A friend outside of his old service buddies. Not that you didn’t love the men you’ve come to know, but he needed someone who could normalize his life a little.
It was a beautiful night. The sun setting in the distance as the summer sky remained bright. A soft warmness covering your skin from the perfect weather. The four of you sat at the table on the brick patio in your backyard. The string lights hung above you beautifully setting the mood for the evening, it was a small project you asked Frankie to do a month ago.
He loved to tease you about ‘overworking’ him since you’ve bought the house, but it was only jokes on his end. You knew he loved those projects. It was something to prove he was needed somewhere and you did everything possible to make sure he knew you couldn’t do it without him.
“The meal was delicious as always, (Y/N).” Hannah complimented as she wiped her mouth with a napkin, the plate in front of her now empty. Jacob chimed in an agreement as he complimented the taste of your well-known lasagna. It was a meal you continued to make for events throughout the years and it was always praised.
“Thank you,” You responded, a little flustered by the attention but nonetheless happy with everyone’s satisfaction from the meal. You loved to host these small dinners with friends. A part of you knew deep down this was used as a distraction, nothing but a small activity to keep you busy outside of work. Truthfully, you and Frankie had been trying to have a baby.
Sure, it was only four months into the attempt, but your disappointment had started to stick with you. The excitement running out slowly, and was replaced with a small flame of doubt left. Your doctor assured you that some women’s bodies take time after switching off from their birth control, but that didn’t stop the worry you carried each month that passed. Frankie had been so supportive throughout the whole process as he continued to promise you that the time will come when you become parents.
It was sweet of him. He tried so hard to make you happy and somehow always managed to bring back your smile. It reminded you of why you adored this man so much. You just wanted to be a mom… The mother of his children.
Frankie practically beamed with a look of pride beside you. His arm rested against the back of your chair as he placed a kiss on the side of your temple, his mouth still close to your ear as he commented “Thank you for dinner.”
You returned a soft kiss on his cheek in response with a quiet ‘you’re welcome’. No matter how many years passed, you still looked at him like a love-sick puppy and he looked at you the exact same way. His brown eyes softened whenever he looked at his beautiful wife. The only thing that made him feel complete in life.
You stood up collecting Frankie’s plate, that was before he swiped it from your hand casually while picking up yours as well from the table. “No baby, you cooked. Let me clean up.” He smiled as he started to collect the rest of the plates.
“Allow me,” Hannah chirped in as she picked up the side dishes before you could protest. A small tease came from her as she passed by. You were the type to do it all no matter what, and so Hannah liked to force you to relax once in a while. Both Frankie and her tended to bother you about taking on too much.
You watched the two of them head towards the house to put away the used dinner plates. Hannah talking to Frankie about the new window panels he put up. 
Jacob was now standing with you, a small chuckle leaving him. “Your husband is going to kill my bank account. Everytime that woman sees something Frankie did in the yard, she wants to change something about ours.”
You couldn’t stop a small laugh. You grinned as you replied, “I’m sorry about that Jacob, I’m usually the one who put Frankie up to it.” 
There was a small pause as Jacob looked at the kitchen window. Hannah kept Frankie in place as she talked about something in the house, that woman could talk forever. Jacob’s smile faded as his eyes came back to yours and his voice came out softer than before. “I know things are probably really rough right now, (Y/N). If you ever need anything, don’t hesitate to call me. No matter the time or day.” 
You blinked at him. You had no idea what Jacob was on about, or what he was being so soft hearted for. Did Frankie tell him about the baby trouble? You didn’t think Frankie would spill such personal information. “What are you referring to?”
“Frankie told me about them calling him into deployment… I know that has to be really hard on you. He’s been putting on a brave face about the whole thing but I don’t think he’ll know how to function without you.”
You paused for a brief second and forced out a chuckle. “Frankie isn’t being deployed, Jacob.” He clearly had Francisco mixed with someone else. You would know if your own husband was being shipped off anywhere. Plus, Frankie said he was never going back to that life. He told you himself countless times. Though your smile faltered as you looked over Jacob’s face and the silence between the two of you became deafening. 
Your heart dropped into your stomach. Your question came out a little breathless, “Jacob, did Frankie tell you that himself?” 
The new information hitting you like a freight train. You watched as the guilt on his face spread. You felt like you couldn’t breathe suddenly and you wanted to burst into tears on the spot.
As Frankie stepped out of the backdoor he saw you. He knew that look, and his movements slowed down. He hasn’t seen that look since the neighborhood cat you secretly fed was hit by a car and you cried for the rest of the week. That heartbroken look hardly showed up on your face and worry shot through him instantly.
“Honey, what’s wrong?” He asked as he came by your side. He noticed the look of remorse plastered on Jacob’s face. The mood in the air was now stiff, and the light from the summer sky was filled with darkness.
You turned towards him and your voice cracked as you asked “You’re being shipped off?”
He stiffened in front of you. He was going to tell you soon but he wanted you to have a few more days of bliss. This isn’t how he wanted you to find out though. Frankie knew you wouldn’t take this well, he had been married to you long enough to know how devastated you’d be hearing the information. He had planned to be sensitive about this as much as he could, and now here he was looking at the tears filling your eyes in front of him.
His shame now matched Jacob’s and that told you everything you needed to know. 
“Baby, I was going to tell you.” His words fell short as you pushed past him. Not allowing him to finish his explanation. You couldn’t believe Frankie hid this from you, and told Jacob before you for that matter. 
You weren’t deaf upon him calling your name behind you, but you didn’t want to see his face. You shut the backdoor behind you before rushing upstairs towards your shared bedroom. Tears finally surfacing as you let out a sob.
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 A few minutes passed by as you sat alone on the end of the bed. The bawling slowly died down into a quiet sniffle. You couldn’t believe your husband was leaving. The two of you had never spent time apart like this since you’ve started the relationship.
Frankie assured Jacob that it was alright after hearing him apologize for several minutes, but he was just attempting to be polite for his own sake. He had enough shit to deal with after tonight, and he didn’t want to add a fight with his neighbor on the list. Plus, he needed Jacob’s support for when he left. He needed to know there was someone there to help you while he was gone.
The house was silent when he entered through the backdoor. It became an unbearable reminder in his mind that you’d be alone in the silence while he was God knows where in the jungle. As he walked up the stairs he didn’t miss the sound of your quiet sniffling behind the shut bedroom door. His heart shattering with the confrontation of how he was hurting you.
His knuckles knocked on the wood. He didn’t want to push your boundaries by walking in when you were in a vulnerable position. The sound of you telling him to ‘Go away’ nearly made him wince.
A sigh escaped his lips as he rested his forehead against the door. He couldn’t stand the feeling of you being this upset with him. Your marriage wasn’t perfect by any means, but you had never shut him out like this. He called out keeping his voice gentle “Please let me in, (Y/N).”
There was a pause as he waited. You shuffled to the door and opened it without looking at him. You didn’t want to face him, but you couldn’t leave him outside the door like a kicked dog. You returned to your spot on the bed without a word.
Frankie awkwardly followed and placed himself next to you.
“I’m sorry,” He whispered. He couldn’t take it. He was the reason you looked this upset and that killed him inside.
“This is another thing with the guys, isn’t it?” You asked as you finally looked at him. 
He nodded his head faintly. His eyes studied your expression and it was filled with disappointment. You brought your hands to your face trying to remain calm. Your relationship had always been filled with communication and you wanted to keep it that way.
“I’m just so…” You bit your lip feeling the tears coming back. “I’m so hurt. You didn’t even ask me, Frankie. Why would you do something this dangerous while we’re trying to have a baby? I thought you were finished with all of this when we got married.”
He found himself forcing back his own emotions. He wasn’t comfortable with crying; but as with everything in his life, it was different when it came to you. He hasn’t felt this kind of guilt since your second year of marriage, when you found out about his little cocaine problem he tried to hide from you. That was a war within itself that left the two of you crying on the floor a couple of times because you refused to let him spiral throughout his recovery.
He cleared his throat trying to push away the burn. “I know…” He wrapped his arms around you trying to soothe your shaking figure. “I was done… but Santigato needs a pilot, and I thought we could use the extra money for the baby. I thought I was doing the right thing for us.”
You were upset still, but his words melted your heart. That’s Frankie for you. He tried so hard to be the perfect husband. And he was in your eyes. He was such a good man and he did everything for you without a complaint, but he personally struggled to feel like he was enough. A part of you knew deep down Frankie had never forgiven himself for the cocaine situation he had put you through. He carried the guilt on his shoulders, no matter how many times you told him that it wasn’t something for him to feel guilty about. That never stopped Frankie from trying to do more to show his worth and love for you.
“Money isn’t worth your life.” You looked up at him. You noticed his eyes were glossed over before he kissed your temple to hide away his pain. He forced out a strained ‘I know’.
You knew that you could guilt Frankie out of this mission, but that seemed unfair to do to him. He wanted to do this because it would prove that he could provide, and that he was the husband he wanted to be. Could you really push down your own fears to allow your husband on some stupid operation so he can have self closure?
You let out a sigh. You shifted to hug him back and his arms tightened around you in response. You mumbled into his chest “... How long would you be gone?” 
He stiffened in realization that you were considering letting him do this.
“I don’t know…A week or two.” His hand started to rub up and down your back. He knew this was stressful for you, and that’s why he was even more grateful that you were considering.
“Is it…” You wanted to ask if it was dangerous, but of course it was. Everything he did with them was dangerous. You silently recalled the stories he told you about the shit he did before you started dating. You take in a deep breath and change the question, “How risky?” 
“I told Pope I wasn’t doing anything with active fire.” 
You hummed in acknowledgment. At least he put down a ground rule. That didn’t change the fact that anything could go wrong though, and that’s what scared the hell out of you. It was hard to make a call on this when you were wrapped safely in his arms. His cologne surrounded you and brought peace like a favorite candle. 
It dawned upon you. “Frankie, what about your pilot license?” You questioned, confused. He was still under review, he couldn’t legally fly anything right now. His chest vibrated as an uncomfortable chuckle came from him. 
“It doesn’t really matter in this case… Will knows a guy.”
“Sounds legal.” You joked. He gave a half-hearted smirk at the comment.
You pulled back from his arms with a hesitant nod. He was surprised that you were giving him the green light to do this. His heart beat a little faster as it reminded him of another reason why he loved you.
“Are you sure?” 
“Yeah,” You collected some air for a second. Forcing yourself to come with the terms that this was going to happen. “If you feel like this is something you need to do… Then I’m here to back you up.”
You blinked before suddenly his lips were on yours. You didn’t hesitate to kiss him back and fall backwards on the bed. He was above you as he leaned away slightly, his chest pressing against yours with heavy breathes.
“I love you.” His brown eyes looked over your face. He studied every part of it. He had seen it so many times and somehow each time it managed to take his breath away. How did he land someone like you?
“I love you too, Frankie.” You smiled at him. Your hand reached up to run through his hair. You liked when he kept his hair long like this, and so he never cut it too short. He didn’t care either way since he covered it with a ball cap most of the time anyway.
You didn’t notice his hand started to explore further until your breath hitched. You weren’t sure when his hand slid under your dress, his fingers tracing the bottom of your panties causing you to freeze from the contact.
“Francisco.” You shivered from his touch, which only brought out that shit eating grin of his. 
“What?” He played innocent before he started to press kisses in a trail down your neck. Pleased when he heard the soft moan that escaped your lips after he left a love-bite. He  could feel himself practically drunk off your perfume alone. “I just want to show you how much I’ll miss you.”
You started to lean into his touch as his fingers pulled at the soft fabric. He lifted himself up to look at you again. The need in your eyes making him weak. You stopped him by his wrist and he paused immediately.
“What about Jacob and Hannah?” You blinked at the sudden memory of your neighbors downstairs. The last thing you needed was your friends hearing you moan from the upstairs window. 
“Oh,” Frankie breathed out in relief. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the idea that you’re worried about the neighbors after everything that happened tonight. “I sent them home after you went inside, honey.”
“Dammit!” You cursed quietly. “I didn’t get a chance to give them dessert, I made cheesecake.” 
You frowned at him a little regretful of how the night ended with them. He laid there propped up on his elbow admiring your beauty. He was so beyond whipped for you, and it was the best part of his life. His smile returned as he leaned forward pressing a soft kiss on your lips before he pulled back again.
“Too bad for them,” He commented and you watched him move to the spot between your legs. His hands busied themselves unbuttoning the sundress you wore as he looked back at you. Your cheeks flushed as you realized where he was going with this. “I found something else sweet to eat.”
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He had only left a couple of days ago, but you missed him so much. The two of you had never spent more than a weekend apart. Plus, you had something important to tell him. Your hands nervously shake as you look at the white stick.
There it was in front of you… The little pink lines you’ve been praying to see. Tears pooled your eyes as emotion took over again. You were filled with an indescribable type of joy. You had no idea which night was the reason for this surprise because honestly your sex life with Frankie was a regular occurance. And now you had a new reason to be thankful for that.
You had taken the test a few hours before but it felt so unreal that you continued to come back and look again. You did a couple of them just to be sure, and everytime the pretty color appeared in front of your eyes. As happy as you were inside from the news, this only heightened the state of your anxiety because Frankie wasn’t home.
You weren’t even sure if you should tell him until he came back. A part of you was worried this would be a distraction that could throw him off, and you didn’t want him to have another thing to worry about at home.
Looking in the mirror as you placed the test back on the counter. The soft smile beautifully placed on your face. You wished Frankie was here to experience the moment with you. You imagined you’d be squeezed into a hug right about now.
You jumped as your cell phone brought you back to reality. The screen lit up from the spot on your bed waiting for you to pick up the call. An unrecognizable number from Brazil…. Frankie?
“Hello?” You questioned nervously.
“Hey, it’s me.” Frankie’s voice was on the other end. You relaxed at the sound. He was safe right now. 
“Hey! How’re you holding up?” You asked. 
“Uh,” He let out a small huff before he continued. “Everything is planned out… Which means you might not hear from me for a few days.”
“Yeah, I figured so.” 
You knew this part was coming, he told you in advance. Once everything was sorted out that means he’d be out of service until they’re back on their way home. That didn’t stop the small pit of sadness from washing over you.
. It was going to be difficult to not know if he was alive for several days.
“Hey, hey,” He called out softly into the phone trying to bring back your attention to him. He knows how easy it is to spiral into every ‘what if’ possible. “I know what you’re doing. It’ll be fine, sweetheart.” 
You listened with the phone pressed against your ear. The sound of him shuffling away from what sounded like the guys in the background.  He continued talking in a hushed tone for privacy, “This will be good for us… Money for the future baby, right?”
It was an attempt to cheer you up and keep your spirits high about the whole ordeal. Your view shifted back to the bathroom as you let out a shaky breath. You wanted to tell him now, it seemed impossible to keep him out of the loop for several days. What if Frankie died never knowing? The thought made you feel sick.
“Actually, I…” You stuttered out. You paused as your mind raced between the idea of not telling him and spilling out the truth right now. No, no, you couldn’t hold this in. You had to tell him in case anything happened. Consider it encouragement to come home.
“Francisco?” 
“Yeah? I’m here, baby.” He waited patiently as there was a small pause on your end. His nerves started to feel uneasy by your sudden hesitation. His own what ifs started to float around his brain.
“I’m pregnant.” You say it in one motion. Not rushed, but quick.
His eyebrows scrunched together and he stood still in the room alone for a moment. His mind trying to process what you just told him through the phone. He heard the words clearly, but his brain wouldn’t connect them together.
“What?” He asked dumbfounded.
“Frankie, I’m pregnant. The test was positive.”
His breath hitched and his heart stopped, “Wait, really?”. The two of you talked about becoming parents for so long, and he tried to be encouraging the past few months. It seemed unreal to finally hear the words out loud. “I-... This is… We’re going to be parents.” 
“Yeah,” Your voice broke, but you were filled to the brim with happiness. “We’re going to be parents, Frankie.”
You heard it, and you almost didn’t believe your ears. There was a sob on the other end of the phone. He tried to hold it in as he covered his mouth with his hand, a couple of tears falling down his face in the process. Frankie hardly cried like this. It was the type of cry that comes from the bottom of someone’s soul and it only surfaced if somebody died or a fucking mirale happened to you.
“Francisco?” 
“I’m here, baby.” He repeated the words he used earlier. This time his voice strained from emotion. He wiped his face with his hand trying to collect himself before he had to return back to his friends. “I’m just overwhelmed… In the best way possible. Fuck, we’re going to be parents!”
You let out a small laugh trying to stop your own crying. “I’m so happy, I can’t wait for you to come home.” 
He chewed on his bottom lip for a moment before replying, his voice leveled out now “Let’s celebrate when I come home. Whatever you want to do, I’ll do it. What about that restaurant you’re always talking about, baby?”
You snorted. “Frankie, you hate that place.” 
It was true… It was overpriced and he didn’t think the food was worth the forty minute drive, but that didn’t matter to him. He just wanted to spoil you for everything you’ve done. You allowed him to come on this stupid operation in the first place, and now you’re pregnant with his child.  
“It doesn’t matter, I know you love their fettuccine alfredo.” 
“Frankie Morales, you know my weakness.” You hummed into the phone. 
He chuckled in response before replying “How do you think you got pregnant in the first place, sweetheart?”
You burst into laughter “You’re terrible for that.”
His laughing was cut short as someone walked in the room. You heard them mumble out ‘we have to go’ before Frankie replied an okay back. 
“I have to go, mi amor.”
The nervousness returned as you were forced to remember this was it for now. You weren’t going to hear from him for a couple of days and you’d have to hope everything went smoothly on his end. “Be careful, please?”
“Of course. I’ll be home in a few days, okay?” He said the words like a promise rather than a reassurance. “Don’t stress yourself out over this, and take care of yourself until I come back. I love you, (Y/N).” 
“I love you too, Francisco.”
The phone clicked and the call ended. He had such a new fire in him now. His heart pounding in his chest was only a reminder that he lived another day to be needed. His focus was now on coming home in one piece. He had a wife and kid on the way, and nothing would stop him from coming home to you. 
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A Close Call
Part Three of The Best Things Dwell Out of Sight Series
Summary: After bounty hunting in the jungle, Mando comes back to the Crest with many pent up... feelings. (6k words) ao3 link here
Warnings: NSFW, smut, canon typical violence, descriptions of injuries, blood, yearning, mutual pining, rough sex, the helmet stays ON, breeding kink if you squint cause its Mando, also no season 2 spoilers
A/N: this series will be uploaded in a non-linear order! i realize that this way of doing things might not be everyone’s favourite so please let me know if you would like to be notified when all the parts are uploaded (which will be linearly in my masterlist) <3
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The sweltering heat was heavy, drowning you in your own sweat as you walked deeper into vines, tall grass and thick foliage of the unfamiliar jungle.
The air was humid, the forest vast and dense, filled with shades of greens that you never thought you’d experience with your own eyes. You were seeing colours you had only previously dreamt of. It was such a stark contrast to the ice planet you had been on maybe a week prior to this. You weren’t sure which extreme you preferred but you were not the biggest fan of the way the humidity was making your hair puff out, curl exaggeratedly and stick to your neck and forehead with the sheen layer of sweat coated on every inch of your body. Your clothes were beginning to stick to your skin as well.
Mando was a fan of that, however. Yet the helmet gave away nothing, as always. 
The moment you landed on the planet, he noticed the way your chest heaved, taking in the supple, fresh air for the first time. The look of wonder in your eyes, taking in the flora and fauna you could only have only ever dreamed of previous to this. You were very endearing, it made his heart feel heavy, tense, as if you were squeezing it in your perfect little hand, bleeding him dry.
You couldn’t believe this was your life now; travelling with a deadly bounty hunter, caring for him and his adoptive child day and night. What was even stranger, perhaps, was that you were having the time of your life.
No matter how cold Mando could be, how rude, closed off or just straight up silent he could get some days. You wouldn’t trade it for anything. This was much better than your life on that dingey planet, working that dead end job in the scummiest bar in town. You tried not to think too much of your past, but you couldn’t help the few untamed thoughts that crossed your mind every now and then. You shrugged them off with relative ease, usually being whisked away in some task the Mandalorian asked you to complete, or by the cries of the Child.
No matter how hard the days could get, no matter how lonely you felt some nights, you were thankful for the loving affection of the kid, you were thankful for how much he seemed to care for you. And you cared for him in return. Not because it was what you signed up for, to more or less be his babysitter, but because you truly cared and maybe even loved the little green booger like he was your own. He was very sweet, kind, curious and reckless like Mando. You liked how they seemed so similar in some strange little ways, it made your heart feel heavy.
Heavy with some emotion you wouldn’t dare name because it would only fuck you up further, fuck up the missions, fuck up your tasks, fuck up everything. That sickening feeling you got in the pit of your stomach everytime you caught Mando talking to the Child, staring at him sweetly, catching the way he seemed to stare at you sometimes too. At least you think he was. Whatever, that helmet made it near impossible to ever tell what he was thinking, feeling or even just looking at.
No matter how little he was actually beginning to warm up to you, he was still extremely apprehensive and closed off. He had his moments of perceived kindness, gentleness or whatever it really was, but he always seemed to take five steps back when he realized he had been too vulnerable with you. 
You couldn't blame him though, he was on the run from people who were trying to take the kid from him, or busy chasing after bounties himself, he didn’t have time for… whatever it was you were feeling. Whatever emotion you were terrible at suppressing, you know without a doubt that Mando didn’t have time for such trivial, childish things.
You huff and look down to your side, the Child’s pod floating seamlessly along your side, the two of you just a few steps behind Mando.
The Mandalorian was tracking a bounty and he said there was a good chance he’d be on this jungle planet seeking refuge with a friend or something like that. You had literally begged him to come along, not wanting to spend another day alone in the ship with the Child. It had taken a few days to get here, and you desperately needed to stretch your legs and breathe some fresh air. Mando was reluctant, very reluctant, but after enough begging and pouting from you he allowed for the two of you to come along, figuring it would be a pretty easy quest anyways.
Oh how he was wrong about that.
His visor display was showing multiple footsteps having walked in the same direction that the three of you were now walking. The footsteps were strange, seeming to be left by a herd of long bodied, four legged animals. Mando had no way of knowing if they were a threat or not, but he had a feeling he’d be finding out soon enough. The Child’s safety and… and yours was not something he felt like gambling with today.
Mando stopped dead in his tracks and you nearly walked right into him, having been engrossed in a more or less one-sided conversation with the Child.
“Head back to the ship.” Mando commanded, his voice trying to give the sense that there was no room for discussion. He barely even turned around to glance at you, but you noticed his hand hovering over his blaster.
“Why? What’s wrong?” Your own hand now hovers over your own blaster, technically Mando’s but he had trusted you to wield it after that one stunt back on Batuu when you saved him and the Child.
“Animals. Too many of them, you’ll be safer on the Crest.” He turns to glance at the Child who coos back up at him, his ears turning downwards as if he too knows of the animals which creep up on the three of you.
“No, I can stay and fight. I’m not leaving.” You, I’m not leaving you, you want to add. But you bite your tongue.
You can’t see because of the hemet but Mando is rolling his eyes at you, at your stubbornness but also your resilience. How eager you are to stand by and help him almost blindly. He doesn’t doubt that you judge him or criticize him in your mind, but he doesn’t think he’s ever heard a negative comment leave your mouth. You’re always sweet to him. Sweet girl.
“Our job is to take care of the Child, make sure he’s safe,” He huffs, pressing a few buttons on his vambrace and suddenly the Child’s pod is floating away at a leisurely pace, back in the direction you’ve just come from. “Follow it back to the ship, close the hatch and do not leave until I’ve returned.”
You glare at Mando and how he’s given you no choice but to head back to the ship. There was no way you’d leave the Child floating unattend, and without Mando’s directions, you had no way of finding the ship again on your own. You sigh but turn on your heels after the pod, following its lead through the jungle and back to the Crest like Mando had programmed it to.
//
It’s been hours.
Or at least it feels like it’s been hours. You aren’t aware of the planet’s day cycles so you have no idea if it's been minutes, hours or days but it was dark now and you’d been trying to keep the kid occupied, distracted from the fact that his dad wasn’t here and you had no idea when he would be.
Luckily, the Child was in an agreeable mood so he was distracted pretty easily, playing with various shiny things that he usually reached for on the ship. You made him a couple of snacks with what you managed to find stashed away, he took a nap and you cleaned up the tiny mess he made. Overall, a pretty good day for him.
You on the other hand, were fucking stressed.
It was dark, really dark, and Mando hadn’t even contacted you on the comlink, not that he even did that before but you think that if he comes back- no, when he comes back - you’re definitely going to make that a new rule.
The Child was rocking sweetly in your arms, you had been trying to get him to fall asleep for the past thirty minutes and he was finally getting a bit dopey. Those big eyes of his seeming to get heavier, his blinks growing slower. His little hand was wrapped around your thumb and you quietly hummed a random song to him, maybe it was one your mother sang to you, you’re not quite sure but it seems to be doing the trick.
You can hear small disturbances outside the hatch and you use your hand which isn’t holding the Child to hover over your- Mando’s blaster. You lean against the wall, blaster in hand, hoping, praying it’s him.
Please be him, please be him, please be him.
The hatch groans as it releases its locks and opens slowly to the ever humid jungle. That familiar beskar glints and shines in the moonlight like a precious jewel. You exhale a much needed sigh of relief, Mando was back.
You tuck the blaster back into your holster as you watch him roundup the quarry into the ship, pushing him aggressively up the inclination. He stands wide, broad and big as he does his job. He’s tired and annoyed, you can tell. You can always tell, but he’s strong too, always strong.
The quarry’s hands are shackled, his face beat up and bloodied. Mando really did a number on him… 
The quarry’s eyes meet yours, take in the sight before him, a beautiful young girl cradling a strange little green baby. He seems confused, he looks back to the intimidating Mandalorian inquisitively. It’s the last thing he sees before he’s frozen into carbonite.
You say something something to him, to Mando. You sound worried, but he can barely make it out. He had seen the way the quarry’s eyes racked the length of your body, landing on the Child as well. Mando saw red, his adrenaline still pumping heavy and potent in his veins, coursing through his body from the chase, the act of hunting. 
So much so, that he hadn’t even realized he had come to tower over you, caging you in against the wall which you had been leaning against.
You look up at him with wide, worried eyes, you look flustered, lips red and swollen. He wants to touch you, he… he wants to do more than touch you-
The Child’s sleepy cooing breaks him out of his wicked mind. He looks down at the kid who reaches for him sleepily with his tiny hands, eyes half closed. He takes him from you, out of your motherly hold. Your hands brush and he wishes he wasn’t wearing gloves.
“W-What did you say?” He finally asks, remembering you had said something to him and he heard absolutely nothing.
“I said your arm is bleeding, Mando.” Voice so small, gentle. 
Mando huffs, barely acknowledging it before he steps away from you, turning to the Child’s pod and placing him gently inside. It closes with a hiss. You suck in a shuddering breath.
Mando rummages around for a few moments before pulling out his tool kit, sitting down on the edge of his cot and pulling out his taser-like contraption. You watch almost dumbfounded, trying to piece together what exactly it is he’s doing. He reaches for the tear in the thick material of his sleeve, pulling on it and tearing it further to better show off his wound and his… his skin.
Flesh. Mando’s arm.
Maybe you weren’t supposed to be looking, maybe you were breaking his creed by seeing part of his skin but you couldn’t look away, and he made no motion for you to do so either. So you stand transfixed as he begins to shoddily cauterize his tanned skin.
“L-Let me help you, please.” You take a step forward, towards him, hands reaching out.
“I’m fine.” He basically growls at you, his rough tone startling you, stopping you in your tracks.
So you stand by idly, watching him burn his own skin, attempting to close his open wound.
You only interject again when he starts taking longer breaks between each electrifying tase. When his hand starts to shake and his movements slow down, motivation and determination leaving him as he slowly accepts the pain of the deep gash on his arm, blood trailing down his toned bicep.
“Here…” You say quietly again, hoping he listens to you this time. You reach into the tool kit, pulling out his bacta gel before coming to stand in front of him, your knees grazing his bent one from where he sits on the edge of his cot. 
He seems to have listened, his movements having stopped, the taser held weakly in his hand. You take it from him, setting it back in the metal box before zeroing in on his bleeding cut.
You shudder at the sudden proximity, his pent up adrenaline and anger palpable, intoxicating. It lays thick and heavy in the air between your two bodies. Your hands shake as you gently douse the wound with the gel, trying to stay focused, trying to get the bleeding to stop. You fingers brush gingerly along toned, scarred skin and you try, you try so fucking hard to focus. To not let your fingers linger, not let them wander to regions unknown to any other living thing.
Mando groans as it begins to seep into the wound and you wince as well, feeling his pain as your own. You mumble a quiet ‘I’m sorry’ but continue to apply the thick substance to his bicep. 
His gloved hand suddenly shoots out and latches onto your hip bone, fingers grasping the clothed flesh in a deadly grip, as if trying to ground himself to you, to the ship, to ignore the throbbing pain. You didn’t realize it would hurt that bad, maybe it went deeper than you thought. 
When you’re finally done with the gel, you turn slightly to get some gauze to wrap the wound in. Mando’s touch never leaves you, his hand seemingly welded into your form. His thumb begins to absentmindedly rub up and down in soothing motions, you try to ignore the way it makes your heart pound but… but it's not really a big deal is it? No, Mando’s touched you before, what's so different about it now?
The air? The tension? The way he looks up at you, through that mask, begging to be seen?
God, you wonder what colour his eyes are.
You bet they’re soft, beautiful, kind. They probably give away how secretly gentle he is, something no one else would notice or dare assume about the deadly Mandalorian, but you know. You know because he’s been touching you more lately, especially since the ice planet. Just passing touches but still, you can’t imagine how much significance a simple touch holds for a man covered head to toe in armour, and who’s never shown his face to another living being in decades.
“Who are you?”
His voice startles you. It’s dropped several octaves since he last spoke, it felt like hours had passed since he last spoke- or more, growled at you.
“What?”
“What are you? H-How do you do this to me?” He helmet tilts to the side as he gazes up at you and your heart fucking pounds in its cage, trying to escape and expose itself to this metal man, expose everything you’ve been feeling since you met him.
“Mando-” You don’t understand what he’s saying, he’s not making any sense. Could the pain really be that bad? Making him this incoherent?
“You’re not real… you’re too good, to us, too good to the child… to me-” He was rambling. Mando was rambling. When has he ever spoken this much to you before?
Never.
“You’re good to me too.” You interject meekly.
“But not as sweet… not as sweet as you.” His words make your next intake of breath sharper than usual, no doubt he catches it by the way his helmet tilts up further. You wonder if he’s looking you in the eyes. It sure feels like he is.
“I-I don’t know what I would do if, if anything happened to-” His fingers tense on your hip as he lulls over his words, tossing them around on his tongue, afraid. “The Child… or you.”
“You keep us safe Mando.” You try to reassure him, but you’re not sure if he’s listening. His left hand joins his right one, both sides of your hips now engulfed in his large, strong hands. You throb everywhere, your body pulses for him.
Mando thinks about just letting his helmet fall forward, to let it rest against the softness of your belly but.
But he can’t. He’s too fucking scared. You scare him more than anything. More than any unknown animal in an unfamiliar jungle, more than any quarry, bounty chase, Mythosaur. More than anything, you scare him more than anything because this is the only domain Mando truly always fucks up. Feelings or whatever the fuck going on in his head right now.
“You take such good care of us.” He says, deflecting your words.
He pulls on your hips and you rock forward, almost losing your balance but your hands come forward to lean against his beskar covered shoulders, dropping the gauze you held. You shudder at the cool bite of the metal on your warm, overheating palms. Mando barely budged at your added weight, and you look down at him from where you now tower over him.
Your eyes rake over the sharp edges of his helmet in the low light of the hatch, down to his wound which still needs to be wrapped up but he was... Seriously distracting you for lack of a better word. You notice the heave of his chest, the heavy fall of his breaths like he’s having trouble getting oxygen into his body. And then you notice- you notice the bulge forming underneath his thick pants.
Mando takes you in as you do the same, watching as you finally notice his state, finally notice what you do to him. What you’ve been doing to him since the moment he met you.
“Take your pants off.”
You think your brain short circuits.
Because there’s no way that’s what Mando has more or less just ordered you to do, judging by his harsh tone.
“Wha-”
“Take them off or I will.” He groans, hands squeezing your hips again.
You whimper and bite your lip, trying to see through the pitch black T of his visor, trying to find the man underneath the beskar. You remove your trembling hands from his shoulders, standing up straighter and letting them travel down, down, down towards the button and fly of your utility pants.
“M-Mando, I-”  
“Don’t make me ask you again, sweet girl.” You whimper at the nickname, it wasn't the first time he used it but this was probably only the third time at this point. With his thumbs relentlessly caressing your hip bones, you shiver underneath his touch.
You had been dreaming of this for months now, dreaming of his hands on you, sexual or not, you were so deprived of intimacy, having gone months now only barely touching, grazing each other. You both needed this, both needed this more than fucking anything esle right now and you were no one to deny him of what he wanted.
Mando keeps the helmet trained on you as your nimble fingers pry the button open, admiring how easily persuaded you were by his thick, lust-laced words. He couldn’t believe he had managed to draw this out as long as he did, his urge to just tear your clothing away from your body and sink his raging cock into your tight heat the moment he entered the Crest was…. overwhelming to say the least.
But he had barely touched you up until now, and he wanted to work you up to it, no matter how much restraint that meant he had to have on his part.
The sound of your metal zipper sliding down below your belly button tests that restraint. He keeps his eyes on you even though he knows you wouldn't be able to tell where he’s looking. He knows you feel it, knows you feel the way his eyes burn holes into you, devouring you silently, pleading with you, please, please show me.
He feels your hands come to rest over top of his gently, as if you’re still nervous about touching him. You interlace your fingers with his and lower your pants, shimmying them down your hips and thighs together. It makes Mando’s breath catch in his throat and his heart pummel in his chest. 
Never had he undressed someone before. Never had the patience, never cared to. But with you, oh with you.
Maker, did he care.
Maybe cared too much, but now was not the time for such ill inducing thoughts. You were becoming more and more bare to him as the seconds passed. You only let go of his hands once your pants went past your knees. Pushing them down to your ankles, you stepped out of them, kicking off your boots as well.
There you were, standing before him in a black tank top and that fucking thong of yours… of course that’s what you had decided to wear today. Mando groans as his hands come up to touch you again, tentatively this time. He can’t believe you were allowing him this, letting him touch you, letting yourself be vulnerable with him when he wasn’t sure how ready he was to be vulnerable in return.
Maybe he could learn.
His hands travel up to your hips again, toying with the thin waistband of your panties, letting his gloved hand run along your pristine flesh that was once covered in ugly bruises. He-
He thinks he wants to be the only thing to bruise you. From now on, he made a promise to himself (and to you, secretly) that he was the only thing in this galaxy that could mark you up, claim you.
Mando’s hands travel back, reaching for the supple meat of your ass, clutching it in his large hands, kneading it before he pushes you forwards again, into him. You yelp as you land in his lap, catching yourself quickly as both of your knees rest on either side of his hips. You readjust and sit back down, your minimally clothed cunt coming to land on his hard bulge, you gasp, eyes wide as you look into his visor. He was so hard, he felt big too.  
“S-Sorry I didn’t mean to-”
“What are you apologizing for now, hmm?” He asks tauntingly, helmet tilting slightly to the side, as if he were considering you. 
His gloved hands come up your sides, going underneath your tank top and brushing along the underside of your breasts, feeling the tight skin. You unintentionally rock in his lap, creating friction on your already embarrassingly wet center. Mando’s hands tighten at your sides, groaning as he tries to still your movements but. But it feels too fucking good to stop.
He brings a gloved finger to your lips, running the worn leather over the pillowy flesh as if to let you taste it. You look at him, confused.
“Bite.” He instructs, voice clipped, sharp. 
Without needing further instruction, your teeth latch onto the absolute tip of his glove, letting him slip his hand out of its leather confines, revealing to you the most precious amount of skin of his you’ve ever seen. 
Tanned skin, thick fingers, large palm, perfect. Him. The urge to litter the rough calloused skin in kisses, lick his entire hand, just put the whole fucking thing in your mouth was all consuming. Yet you sat there in his lap staring at his hand like it was a vase of water and you were a flower, parched for water. He asked you to do the same with the other glove and of course, you did as he asked. You quickly found yourself wanting to please him.
You stared at his bare, rough, strong hands in awe, watched as he let them peek underneath your thin top to skim along your silky smooth flesh, an expanse unknown to him. His fingertips brush over your nipples, feeling how the pretty buds pebble for him. He twists and pulls them in between his fingers, watching the way your face contorts in pain and in pleasure. It’s his new favourite thing, he feels drunk off of you already.
“Please.” You aren’t quite sure what you’re begging for, Mando isn’t really sure either. But he knows one thing, and it's that the sweet sound of your voice, begging for him, begging for anything, just so desperate, was enough to make him cum in his pants. His fingers dig into your skin, trying to cool his overheating mind, trying to slow down a bit before he actually does cum in his pants, before he’s even properly seen you.
His bare hands come down to your panties, toying with them again between his agile fingers.
“You want this?” He asks, daringly pushing your panties to the side, getting the smallest glimpse and your slicked up and drenched pussy. He thinks he could die right now, die happy, never want anything, ask for anything again.
“Yeah, yeah I do, always- have.” You choke on a hiccup, emotions welling in your eyes already from how fucking built up all of this is. You feel like you were both about to burst at the seams. You still couldn’t believe this was happening, even if it were to stop now and not progress any further, you couldn’t believe he had allowed you this much of him.
Mando wraps his arm around you completely, gripping your waist tightly to spin you around, pinning you underneath him in the tight space of his cot. You gasp, shriek at the sensation of it all, as he comes to rut against you, grinding his thick bulge into your cunt.
You notice how his arm has begun to bleed again, the skin ripping open and the deep red liquid trickling down what little part of his bicep was exposed, further proving his humanity, exposing the man beneath the beskar. You really felt like you could cry.
Lost in your whirlwind, Mando pulls off your thong, throwing it somewhere unpreciously behind him before doing the same thing with your tank top. Completely vulnerable, you laid bare before him as he hovered above you, covered head to toe, save for his hands, in beskar. That fact alone made you throb deep inside. The sheer power and size of him enough to get you off. 
You knew what little he had already decided to show you was all he could afford, you were so grateful for it anyway, that he was even willing to show you his hands, the little glimpse of his bicep. His skin was beautiful, but you couldn’t possibly grasp the words to tell him.
So you hook your legs around his backside and pull him to you, silently begging him to do something, anything. You would take anything he gave you, you’d even thank him for it at this point.
“Fuck.” Mando growls, bare hands coming to work at unbuttoning his pants, pulling them low enough to pull out his engorged, thick cock.
Mando was… he was huge.
This came hardly as a surprise to you, however. You would have had to be blind to not noticed how he walked. He walked like it was big, talked like it was big, fought like it was big. But fuck.
You were not prepared for that.
“Mando, I-I don’t know if it’ll-”
“It will.”
You moan and arch your back towards him, needing it now, needing that sweet burn and stretch that you know is about to come.
And oh does it come.
Mando thrusts into you without further warning, giving you no time or preparation to adjust to what he was packing. 
He makes you take it. He makes it fit.
The stretch burns, it bites and it knocks every single breath and thought from your body as he nestles himself all the way up against your cervix. Your body convulses in retreat, trying to push him away from the aggressive intrusion but your mind wants more, needs more. Needs him to fucking split you in half on his cock.
You scream and Mando growls, loud, his helmet falling forward and resting in the crook of your shoulder which meets your neck. His helmet is cold and your skin is burning hot, it creates a fog on his visor and he desperately tries to wipe it off on your skin, trying to look at you so up close. The way your eyes screw shut, squeezing tears out, watching the beautiful dew drops roll down your cheek so perfectly.
It hurts. Maker, does it hurt but fuck does it feel good. The pleasure overrides the pain more than you could imagine and you find yourself begging him to give you more even though he’s already started thrusting into you like he’s on a mission, a mission to sever you in half with his cock.
He was surely succeeding.
Mando watches you cry in pleasure as he fucks into your pussy with such aggressive fervour, like someone had a gun to his head. One hand on your hip and the other around your neck, bruising your skin in that beautiful way he always wanted, how he always dreamed of. He holds you in place so that his hips don’t drive you up his cot because they surely would from how fucking deep and hard he’s pounding into you. Stars, you think you can feel him in your stomach, in your throat.
The hand on your hip travels up to one of your bouncing breasts, kneading the sotf flesh in his palm and watching you wither beneath him. So desperate -
“S-so helpless.” He moans, watching your body bend to his will beneath him.
“Mando- oh my god.” You cry, hands and arms flailing at your sides, not knowing where to put them. Mando sees your struggle and takes both of your hands into each of his, pinning them above your head and using it to drive into you even harder somehow.
Your pussy squelches obscenely, trying to suck him in deeper, keep him inside forever. The only sounds in the cot are fucking lewd, skin on skin rhythmically slapping. You pray the Child can’t hear any of this from inside his pod, you pray he’s asleep.
“So fucking wet... You’d let me do anything, wouldn’t you?” You nod your head so fast you think you’d give yourself whiplash.
“A-Anything, anything Mando- fuck.” That familiar coil was beginning to tighten in your belly, your toes curling, fisting gripping onto his, no doubt cutting off some of his circulation.
Eyes rolling into the back of your head, your chest arches up, up, up your breasts rubbing against unforgiving beskar. 
Underneath said beskar, Mando felt like he wasn’t getting nearly enough oxygen into his helmet, his skin flushing underneath the heavy armour but the pleasure rolling off of you and into him would be enough to sustain him for hours, he thinks.
Your pussy was squeezing him so tight, the ridges of your inner walls so soft, warm, wet, inviting. You felt like home. Absolutely fucking drenched, no wonder you were able to take him whole with almost zero preparation, you had fucking wanted it that way. Wanted him to be rough like this.
“I’ll never leave- never leave this sweet pussy...” He moans, hips stuttering, rolling and grinding deeper and deeper and you felt your orgasm quickly approaching, his words were only bringing you that much closer.
“Please, I- I…”
“Cum for me ner mesh’la, need you to cum for me.” He groans, cool and sharp edges of his helmet resting on your cheekbone.
You envisioned the faceless man deep inside you, what his face must look like now, deep in the throes of pleasure only inches from yours. You pictured the tanned skin covering his entire body head to toe, flushed and splotchy, hot to the touch. 
Would his eyes screw shut? Would his mouth hang open, little pants, groans, moans slipping through swollen lips, only loud enough for the ears of his lover to hear?
Your legs wrapped tightly around his waist, you try to look into his visor as your orgasm wipes your mind blank, eyes screwing shut, an endless stream of tears falling onto already damp cheeks as you moan and cry his name into the tight space of his cot.
Mando.
Mando.
Mando.
You don’t think you could recall anything if anyone asked you. Not the name of the planet you were currently on, not the name of the planet you were born on, the bar you used to work at, your old bosses name, your name. Nothing.
With two, three, four more thrusts, Mando’s hips still after he drills himself into the deepest and darkest parts of your hot cunt, spilling white hot cum into you with the lowest moan you think you’ve ever heard flowing deep from within his chest. You gasp at the sensation, that warm pleasant feeling of being absolutely stuffed full, somehow more than you already were.
He draws his cock out before pushing it back in, plugging you up with his cum, pushing it deeper and deeper inside of you. You cry, bordering on overstimulation, his cock only softening in the slightest so the hard intrusion was almost too much for you to bear.
“Fuck Mando I’m- I don’t have the implant..” You whimper, suddenly worried, voice coming out uneven with your ragged breaths. 
Mando feels another surge of blood to his cock at your words, groaning as his dick twitches and thrusting into you a few more times…. For-
For good measure, he thinks.
Not that he would necessarily want that right now but fuck. Fuck did the mere idea of it make him painfully hard against his own will. You…. swollen with-
“Fuck.” He growls, pulling away from you a bit to better look down at you. Your eyes are shiny, lashes coated thick and wet with your precious tears. Lips swollen, chest flushed. You look worried, but beautiful. His. 
Mando remembers your old job at the bar…. Wouldn’t they have made it mandatory for all the girls to have the implant to prevent them from getting pregn-
“But- your job, you-?”
“I didn’t do that, I didn’t fuck them… just drinks.” You smile up softly at him due to fatigue, bashful nonetheless. 
Mando likes that, it puts him at ease in some fucked up way to know that those men in those types of places couldn’t get too far with you, even if they wanted.
“We can, I can get it for you on the next planet if- if that’s what you want?” He asks, hips still gently thrusting into you and you start to see stars behind your eyelids. You whimper, feeling his cum mix with your and gush back onto his cock and down the backs of your thighs.
“O-okay… thank you.” Mando nods but says nothing, pulling his cock from your fluttering pussy. You gasp at the sudden loss, feeling terribly empty and used. More cum dribbles from you and you quickly cup your cunt with your palm, trying to stop it from leaking everywhere on his cot.
Moving quicker than you would have expected him to, Mando stands up straight and tucks his wet cock back into his pants before walking away abruptly. You, however, barely notice as you lay flat on your back, head staring up at the ceiling with eyes closed, trying to catch your breath, regain some sense of self after getting all of it fucked out of you.
You’re made aware of Mando’s return by the touch of a warm and damp washcloth to your abused pussy. You gasp and sit up on your elbows, looking down the length of you to see the Mandalorian between your thighs, wiping away the mess that both of you made. Together.  
You want to thank him again but you can’t find the words within you, all of them lost to you because of this sudden display of dare you say affection.
“Stay here, gonna put us into hyperspeed. Once we’re up there, go clean up.” Mando orders softly, nodding his helmet at you. You nod back, still breathless, still shaking.
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ahsxual · 3 years
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Awww how about Jake Gyllenhaal being in a relationship with a short Reader? This can be a headcanon! ❤️
My first request about Jakey, yayy!!
Thank you so much for requesting this, sweet anon! I'm a small bean myself, so this was really fun to write 💙💙
A/N: I'm sorry for any mistakes, I'll correct them as soon as possible! This was my first Jake request, so here you go <3
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Jake absolutely loves the fact that you're way smaller than him
He would feel even more the need to protect and keep all of you just for himself. He finds it so cute, especially when you wear his sweaters and t-shirts, and then realizes how they look like a wedding dress on you
He would purposely buy you clothes that are two sizes above of your actual clothing size, using the same lame excuse that he was mistaken and then apologize with a malicious smirk on his face
"I'm sorry honey, next time I'll get it right. But, you know... you can always wear it without anything underneath." he would wink at you, leaving you alone in your room, speechless and with reddish cheeks
"Idiot..." you would reply playfully, an enormous smile planted on your face
Everytime you were searching for something and Jake knew where it was, he would grab it and put it above his head, making you jump several times in an attempt to try to catch it. This obviously annoyed you, yet he would laugh at you, admiring your failed attempts and cute, yet angry expressions. However, if you got really mad, he would stop right away because above all, he respects you with all his being
Nevertheless, other times he would help you and grab whatever you wanted that was out of your reach, which made you smile at how kind and willing he was to help you whenever you needed
"Thanks, honey."
"Anything for you, my little dove."
Whenever you wanted to go to a concert, watch a big league game or go to a certain place where your height wouldn't allow you to see what was happening, he would always pick you up and put you on his shoulders, giving you a piggyback ride so you could have a good view at it
His favorite thing to do with you is grabbing you in bridal style to take you anywhere: to the shower, to the bed whenever you fall asleep after watching a movie with him, when he takes you to the bedroom when things get heated, when you need to get out of the bed but are too lazy to do that, when you dance, when he gets playful and pretends to catch you... or when he got drunk one time and pretended you were at your actual wedding
He says that your hugs are his favorites, since he can hold your whole body while resting his chin on top of your head... you truly belong to this gorgeous man's heart
In terms of sex and intimacy, he loves to see you on top or in a position where he has to hold you, or when you fall asleep on top of him
There was one time when he went shopping and passed through a dog kennel, and saw these two little puppies playing together. They immediately reminded him of you, since you always had been an animal lover and... well, small and cute
He couldn't resist them, neither stop thinking about what your reaction would be the moment you landed your eyes on them, so he decided to adopt both of them for you
When he got home, he was suddenly so nervous and excited to see your reaction
"Babee, I have a surprise for you!" he smiled from ear to ear, so you instantly knew that only good things would come
"Oh jeez, what did you prepare this time, big boy?" you answered with the same large grin, your hearts beating fast in union
He didn't replied. Instead, he opened the little box that contained the two energetic puppies and let them run clumsily, yet excitedly towards you, like you had been their owner for decades
"I was supposed to bring some food only, but then I saw those two guys staring at me and I couldn't help myself from thinking about you." he shyly admitted.
You couldn't help, but cry at this heart touching scenario: the fact that your wonderful boyfriend remembered and did this for you, the fact that now you had two gorgeous doggies to take care of, or because now Leo has company whenever you both can't be at home
"You... you really did this for me...?" you weakly asked, the fresh, happy tears now making their way down your warm cheeks
"Of course, silly! You know I would do this and so much more for you. Come here." he pulled into a tight, warm and comforting hug, giving you time to release excess emotions from your vulnerable body
"Thank you so much, baby. I love you way too much, and I can't handle so many strong emotions for just one tiny little heart." you joked, making both of you laugh in synch
"That's why I don't cry, because my huge and strong heart can carry all of my love for you." he confidently said, making you step back from him and give him a challenging look right after
"Jacob Benjamin Gyllenhaal, you're such a liar! I can't even count how many times you cried when listening to our playlist or whenever you say you love me!" he looked stunned when he opened his mouth and placed his hand on his chest, pretending to be offended by your statement, even knowing it was true
"Ok ok, fair enough, you got me!" he accepted his defeat and smiled at you, pulling you into a passionate kiss, only to be interrupted by the two little guys who desperately wanted your attention
"What names should we give them?" you asked, not being able to decide your new puppies' names
"I don't know... maybe we should ask Leo." the two of you looked back to where Leo and the puppies were playing together, realizing that the new family members gave up craving your attention, and decided to meet their new best friend instead
"Seems like they already made a friend." Jake commented proudly, seeing that now your family has grown even bigger and even more filled with love than before
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orbitvenus · 3 years
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this post is inspired by this reblog of mine <33 check it if you want to!!
Pairing: timeskip!Tendou x fem!Reader
Genre: fluff and drabble
Warning: grammar errors, its uhhh cheesy ig, bland dialogues because I suck at them, ooc??? and maybe some swearing
I hope this won't plop😭 also someone help me how to describe other gestures besides the forehead kisses,knuckle kisses and hugs that I always include in my writings
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You and Tendou have been together for a long time. When he asked you to join and live with him in Paris, you immediately said yes knowing you'll be fine with him even though you have to leave your home country behind. Moving to another country is pretty tough at first, but slowly the two of you began to adjust and create a routine.
Now, you and tendou are about to celebrate your anniversary. He asked you to dress up prettily. You asked why he just smiled and said this anniversary is much special so its important. You raised your eyebrows as if every anniversary you had with him wasn't special. To you all the anniversaries you had were always special, each one is unique filled with happy memories and for this year you still look forward to what he had prepared.
He told you he will be picking you up later while he will be doing some business. He pulled you close to him and nuzzled his head to your neck like a cat which made you chuckle.
'Keep safe okay.'
'Yes yes no worries babe.' He spoke, muffled because he's still nuzzled on your neck.
He pulled away and looked at you lovingly before leaving. You stood there dumbfounded until the door is shut. He always looks at you with adoration that you never fail to send back at him but you noticed that his behavior today is....quiet weird. You decided to shrug it off.
You took a shower and stepped out to go to your bedroom. In your bed is a box with a note that came none other than from Satori.
'wear this for me.'
-satori♡
You smiled and opened the lid of the box. You pulled out the dress and admired it. Realizing it was the dress you mentioned to him that you've been dying to get. You felt fuzzy and warm with your heart fluttering in your chest realizing he remembered it and got it for you. You made a mental note for yourself to repay him. Snapping out of your daze, you hurriedly dressed up yourself as you saw the clock nearing to the time where Satori promised you to pick you up.
You were still trying to wear your shoes when you heard knocks behind your apartment's door. After finally wearing your shoes, you turned the doorknob and met your boyfriend all dressed up as you.
'There's my baby, I knew it would look perfect on you.'
His words always make you blush even though you two are no longer teenagers.
'Thanks you too.'
You walked near him and fixed his collar, inhaling his perfume as you come closer. You rested your hands on his chest. Taking a look at his form, he looks handsome as ever.
'Babe if you kept staring at me I will definitely melt.'
He teasingly commented. You playfully rolled your eyes at him and grabbed his hand to leave even if you don't have any idea where he will take you.
'Lets go now, don't want us to be late yeah?'
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You were met with the breeze coming from the sea while walking, hands in hands with Tendou. Looking around the place is quiet with only the two of you walking towards a boat. The boat is decorated with flowers and battery operated candles we don't want any incidents to happen don't we. Tendou was first to step inside the small boat and held out his hand.
'Hop in my lady~'
He said it while looking at your eyes and grinning. You took it and stepped in with him while he's keeping the boat steady.
'Careful..careful okay there'
You got in and he gestured you to sit down. You sat opposite of your boyfriend and beside you is a picnic basket with wine and two wine glasses along with some food inside. Satori pushed the boat so it will move further to the sea and began rowing. While he was rowing you took the time to admire everything including him. He's still pretty muscular even if he already quitted volleyball but he continued to maintain his physique by exercising from time to time. The sun is beginning to set, casting the skies a beautiful orange glow.
Satori stopped rowing the boat and looked at you. Seeing that awe struck expression in your face, he knew he succeeded again. You felt his eyes on you and faced your body towards him.
'So....where did you learn how to row?'
'One of the locals who rents boats taught me how, to be honest I thought it was gonna be easy but I was wrong.'
You laughed lightly and continued to chat with him. While talking you two also started to drink the wine and eat the food that was prepared on a small table he brought out.
The amount of happiness you felt at this moment will never compare when you celebrated your first anniversary together. You continued laughing with Tendou when a latern caught your attention. You stopped and observed. Satori also kept quiet to observe you to see how you will react to his surprise.
It already got dark, luckily the candles and the street lamps are kept the place illuminated. That later changed when the laterns began to come out and light up the sky. Your eyes followed the laterns. At that moment it was so beautiful, you don't know if its a coincidence or part of your boyfriends plan.
You felt as if you were in the scene from Tangled. You were far too amazed to even notice your boyfriend. While you were excitedly admiring what he prepared, he took his time to prepare himself on the question he's been dying to tell you.
He knew it's about time for you to know when he was sleeping beside you one night.
He was just staring at the ceiling and he can't sleep while you were peacefully sleeping on top of him. He looked at you and realized after all you two have been through you still stuck with him. He remembered how you listened and comforted him from his insecurities. How you greeted him with a hug everytime he returns home from work. He even remembered how you kept practicing to cook for him. He remembered how he met you and how you got together with him. Everything, you're always there with him. He doesn't want to let you go and felt that he needs to confirm that you and him will be with each other forever.
He looked at the calendar besides him and saw your anniversary date. He thought about it and realized he had enough money to buy you the ring you wanted. Funny how it seems the universe is inclined with his intentions. He will have to start planning to propose to you but first he needs his sleep while keeping his arms around you.
'Y/n...'
'Hmmm?'
You responded but still enraptured by floating lanterns. He coughed and caught your attention.
'I know it was a big decision when I asked you back then to come with me here in Paris. I was prepared to hear your rejection back then but your excited yes shocked me a little.......'
He continued to say what he had always wanted to say to you. You started to tear up feeling overwhelmed by his confession. Somehow this scenario feels oddly similar to his first confession to you and hit you with nostalgia.
'Now I wanted to ask you to um...'
He felt flustered and his heart beating. He sighed before continuing and brought out a small box out of his pocket. He placed it on his palm and slowly opened it. Now is the time to ask the big question.
'Y/n L/n will you marry-'
'Yes!'
You happily interrupted him and threw your arms around him, burying your face to his neck to avoid seeing you in tears. Tendou is shocked and happy at the same time now that you said yes, you still have to wear the ring which you haven't done yet. He was about to take your hands and slid it on your finger when you hugged him.
He patted your back and smiled also starting to feel his tears build up when he realized you were crying.
'Hey- come on now I don't want to see you crying.'
He shushed you softly. You calmed down and backed off. You were still wiping your tears off you cheeks with your other hand when he slid the ring on your finger. You kept rubbing until you peeked your eyes open and saw the ring.
The tears began to build up again and you cried. Thinking what you did to deserve such man like him, he surprised you too much today you can't help but feel overflowing joy and love. You try to form words but the hiccups are preventing you and trying your best to wipe off the endless tears from your eyes.
Your attempt to dry them off fail until you felt Satori your now fiancé, use his handkerchief to help you. You finally looked at him through blurry eyes and saw how he was also crying while looking at you. Your hand reached out to his face to dry his tears.
He held your hand on his face and brought it near his lips to kiss your ring. His gesture made you cry harder.
'Damn it Satori! Stop making me cry you dummy.'
You finally spoke again. You made him laugh and stop his tears. Tendou tried to help you clear the tears from your cheeks again until its gone.
When you two both calmed down, he pressed his forehead against yours and connected his lips to yours while both of his hands are cupping each sides of your face. The kiss made you feel like fireworks soaring in the sky. He stopped and murmured against your lips.
'I love you so so much, thank you for being with me and loving me I promise to cherish you for eternity my paradise.'
'I love you so much too Satori...more than you would ever know.'
He let out laugh from your words. His laugh made you feel giddy. His yours and you are his officially.
'You know babe our setting really reminds me of that scene from Tangled.'
'Well...where did you think I got the inspiration from?'
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Notes:duck im tired im also on low battery bye now- I have to rush the ending because I was at like....5% 😭😭😭 anyway thank you for reading!! Feel free to like and reblog if you like it <33
content by @dreamingkita pls do not repost or plagiarize or else I will hunt you❗
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ohdeersthings · 3 years
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Love Festival
Kirishima Eijiro x F!OC
Summary: Being Fatgums adopted daughter can be challenging, especially when it comes to meeting his new interns while also having to keep watch over Eri.
Quirk: Ram
Quirk fact: Bring able to run, jump and react like a Ram, the user is able to also headbutt and cause great damage with their strength and horns. They also can digest anything like a Ram. Also has a fluffy wool tail, and a wool band around both wrists. Her legs from the waist down are ram legs, so she looks more like a Mythical Fawn.
Warnings: Fluff, cursing, enjoy!!
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"Oh hey Eraser Head! What's going on?" Fatgum answered his phone while sitting at his desk in his office at Fatgum Agency. "Fatgum, Midoriya and Togata have requested for Eri to be present at our School Festival, seeing as how Eri has bonded with Aki, do you think she'd be willing to join her on that day?" Aizawa questioned, standing outside Eri's hospital room where the young girl was currently having her lunch.
Fatgum pondered for a moment,"Well I don't see why she couldn't. I guess she could use a break too, between her assignments and being with Eri at the hospital, I'm sure she'd love it!" "Alright, I'll be sure to let the class know so they don't freak out. Speaking of, only Amajiki and the others in the Big Three have met Aki right? She was away on another assignment when Work Studies happened," Aizawa knew his students would probably freak out when seeing Eri's caregiver and friend, who was the same age as them but on a whole other level.
"You're correct, so Kirishima hasn't met her. It'll be fine though, I have full confidence that everything will be fine," Fatgum smiled into the phone, nonchalant about anything going on. "Alright, we'll discuss details later then," with that the two hung up.
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"Oh hey Togata!" Midoriya called out to Togata, waving him over from where Togata was hiding behind the bush. Togata narrowed his eyes, realizing he'd been found out before he can surprise them.
The dance team looked on in surprise as Togata stuck his bottom out from the bush, Eri standing beside him looking surprised as well, "Hey guys! I brought a PEACH for ya,"
"Eri!" Midoroya called out as he, Uraraka and Tsuyu ran up to greet them. "That dress looks so cute," Tsuyu commented, "You are precious!" Uraraka gushing in fondness. The girls couldn't help the big smiles on their faces.
"Midoriya, I finally got permission from the Principle," Togata climbed out of the bush and began brushing off his pants as Aizawa spoke, "in order for her to not get stressed, we're allowing her to roam around today before the Festival, also there's someone you all need to meet as well,"
The other dance team members came forward to introduce themselves to the young girl. "Well hello there, you must be Eri, I'm Iida, nice to meet you," "Wassup I'm Mineta, man you're gonna be a looker when you're older huh~" Mineta smirked, but the young girl hid behind Togata, "I want Aki,"
The name had taken them by surprise, "Aki? Whose that?" Midoriya questioned, confusion written on the Work Study kids faces. "Oh right, you haven't met her yet. Aki is Eri's caregiver, well when she's not on Assignments for Fatgum," Togata explained, "Eri can be a little shy around new people, but her and Aki get along very well,"
"Its perfectly alright to be shy," Iida commented, softening his voice to not scare Eri further. "Let's start the tour! Aki should be here soon, so I wanna show her as much of the school as I can so she can see what we do here, you wanna come along too Midoriya?" Togata extended the offer, knowing that since Aki isn't here, Eri might be calm with Midoriya around too. "You bet!" "Hey Dance Team! New idea!" Kirishima's voice broke out, before realizing Eri was there.
"Oh hey Eri! Wait, we've never been officially introduced," Kirishima crouched down to meet Eri's gaze when another voice broke out.
"I'm so sorry I'm late, someone decided to rob a gas station on the way over and I couldn't just leave the situation," it was a soft, silky voice that came from behind Aizawa. The students all turned their attention to see a young dark skinned girl about their age.
Her hair was a dark auburn red that came to below her shoulder blades, soft waves accentuating her purple eyes that seemed to have a swirl of white in them but were framed with thin gold wired glasses. Freckles dawned her nose and cheeks that were flushed with red, giving her an innocent look. What caught their attention the most was the Ram horns that protuded from her head, her legs being Ran legs with red fur like her hair but black hooves. Her outfit consisted of a off the shoulder wool dress she seemed to be wearing that came to stop at her upper thighs, a bell was wrapped around her neck and jingled everytime she moved, of course it also brought attention to her chest that was framed by the wool.
Some of the boys blushed, and Kirishima found himself entranced by her. "Aki!" Eri exclaimed, walking over to the girl who crouched down to her height, "I missed you!" Eri reached her arms out to her, Aki smiling and welcoming the girl into her arms, "I missed you too," giving Eri a nuzzle as the girls closed their eyes and embraced eachother.
"So you're Aki! It's a pleasure to meet you!" Midoroiya smiled, the class seemingly broken from the momentary shock. "The pleasure is all mine! Thank you for what you did for Eri, I would've been on the assignment too if Papa hadn't sent me on a different one," Aki greeted, before realizing she needed to properly introduce herself.
Standing up, Eri still in her arms as she bowed, "I'm sorry! My name is Toyomitsu Aki, it's so nice to meet you all, please call me Aki!" Straightening up, Eri wrapped her arms around Aki as rested her head on Aki's shoulder.
"Wait, Toyomitsu? Why does that sound familiar?" Kirishima wondered aloud, rubbing his head as if it would bring the answer to him. "WAIT I KNOW YOU!" Midoriya yelled out, eyes growing wide as he pointed toward Aki,"YOU'RE RAM-RAM, THE YOUNGEST PERSON TO EVER BECOME A HERO, YOU'RE ALSO FATGUMS DAUGHTER!" Now the students outside all yelled in shock, "WHAT!?"
"Oops, guess the cats out of the bag," Togata laughed, Aizawa just shaking his head in embarrassment from his students. "WAIT, you're really Fatgum's daughter!? Why didn't I know this!" Kirishima cried out, his head a mess knowing the girl he found cute was actually his Mentors daughter.
"Yeah, Papa adopted me when I was a baby, I hope this doesn't affect us becoming friends?" Aki smiled nervously, her small tail twitching in anticipation. "No way! That's so cool, let's take a break everyone, it's tea time!" Mina chimed in, hoping to calm everyone down from the excitement, "There will be more time to explain later, get on with the tour, we don't have time to waste," Aizawa called out, Togata and Aki nodding as Midoriya went to go change his clothes really quick.
"So if you're Fatgums daughter, you must know Amajiki right?" Kirishima questioned, trying to push through his nerves in front of the pretty Ram girl. He was determined to get to know his Mentors daughter. "Definitely! Tama-Kun is so nice, I love going on assignments with him, especially when he shares his food with me like Papa," Aki gushed, her red cheeks getting even darker with excitement, a closed eye smile making Kirishimas cheeks match hers in color. "My name is Kirishima Eijiro, my hero name is Red Riot, I'm actually a new intern at your father's agency for my Work Study," He introduced himself, holding out a hand in greeting.
Aki's jaw dropped and sparkles seemed to erupt from no where, "NO WAY! Papa has told me all about Red Riot, your name is a play off of Crimson Riot right!? I love that, he's such an amazing Hero!" Aki rambled, Kirishima feeling himself fall even harder.
Togata chuckled and took Eri from Aki, who was so engrossed in her conversation she didn't even seem to notice the weight lifted from her arms. Eri looked between the two red heads and noticed that Aki looks so happy, like when she finds a good object to chew on, then again anything was good to chew on for Aki.
"Totally manly right! Hey, are you gonna be here for our School Festival? It'll be totally killer, we're putting on a performance!" "Of course, I'll be chapperoning Eri that day so we won't miss it," The two had seemed to have fallen into their own little world, the other students just watching in amazement.
"I don't think I've seen Kirishima this excited before," Tsuyu commented, Uraraka and Mina nodding in agreement. "Oh jeez, he's got it bad," Ojiro laughed, Mineta seething from the mouth that he didn't get to touch the pretty animal girl. "He's got what?" Shoji asked, looking to Ojiro for answers, although Hagakure answered instead, "Kirishima is totally falling for Aki! What better romance is that!? An employee and the Bosses daughter? It's so forbidden but romantic!" Hagakure couldn't contain her excitement and started to swoon, Mina grabbing her shoulders as she tries to balance her friend.
"Hey Aki! Let's get this show on the road!" Togata called out, waving his arm to grab her attention. "Oh, coming MiMi-Kun! I guess I should go, we'll talk again soon, right?" Aki questioned, taking Kirishimas hands into her own, a bright smile on her face as her eyes seemed to sparkle. Kirishima felt his face warm up, but nodded, a nervous smile on his face from how close she was,"Definitely, we can meet up sometime at the agency maybe,"
"See ya later," she giggled, walking over and taking Eri's hand into her own. Kirishima could only watch with his heart beating out of his chest as the beautiful girl left, when he felt a hand on his back slap him forward, "OH MY GOSH KIRISHIMA, YOU'RE SO LUCKY, YOU SLY THING YOU!" Mina exclaimed, repeatedly hitting him in her excitement. "Way to go dude," Ojiro laughed, the rest of the students all smiling and calling out their support for him. "Come guys this is so not manly," he whined, embarrassed having realized they watched him and Aki. Yet he smiled and couldn't help but think 'Maybe this Festival will be good,'
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Walking around the school seemed to excite Eri and Aki, both wondering how all the different classes worked and what each class would put on for the School Festival.
Meeting up with Amajiki and Hado excited Aki to the point of her having steam come out of her nose in puffs, "Tama-Kun!Nene-chan!" She called out to them, Nejire flying over in greeting as they began to discuss the beauty pagent in detail and how Nejire was going to win this year.
"Hey! Maybe you should join Aki! I bet you'd be a shoe in for runner up!!" Hado squealed, wanting the girl who was like a little sister to join in on the fun. "Oh I'd live to Nene-chan but I'm not a student here," Aki smiled, though Midoriya thought her smile seemed a little forced, "plus I wouldn't wanna ruin your chances by competing, I'll be sure to cheer you on though!" Aki grinned, giving Hado two thumbs up who returned it. Eri looking between the two and then to her hands, mimicking them but smaller, though everyone swooned.
After visiting the Support Class last, they went to Lunch Rush's in the cafeteria to give Eri somthing to eat to finalize the tour. "Well that's all of U.A!" "What did you think of our School Eri?" Midoriya questioned, Eri though looked unsure, "I..I don't know," both boys looked at eachother nervously, but Aki smiled at her which gave Eri enough courage to continue, "But I can see how hard everyone is working, so I do wanna see how it turns out," Aki gave her a grin, proud of Eri for trying to speak out more and explain her thoughts and feelings.
At the end of the day, they returned Midoriya to Heights Alliance and said goodbye. "We'll be back on the day of the festival," Togata explained, pumping his arm in excitement, "So make sure it's killer,"
As they went to leave, Aki spoke up, "I will catch up with you in a moment MiMi-Kun, I wanna ask Midoriya somthing really quick," Togata nodded and escorted Eri out.
"What is it Aki? Is everything okay?" Aki stared at him for a second, before her eyes sharpened and it made him jump back, "What is your deal with Eri? What are you hoping to gain?" "W-what?" Midoriya was taken back, 'How can such a sweet and cute girl get terrifying to quickly!?'
"You seem very focused on making her happy. Why? I don't want anyone near Eri who was bad intentions," "It's not like that! When we found Eri that first time, I was so upset we couldn't do anything. I beat myself up everytime I think about it, I wanna be a hero that saves people with a smile. But Eri hasn't smiled once, so I wanna help her smile. I wanna help her become a child again, especially after what she went through," Midoriya was firm with his answer, now staring Aki back in the eyes, hoping to show her the true meaning of his intentions.
Aki suddenly smiled, sparkles surrounding her like with Kirishima earlier, "Okie dokie. I hope your goals come true," Midoriya sweat dropped, 'How bipolar can she be?' Aki then bit her lip nervously, arms behind her back as she shuffled, "I do have one more question, more of a favor though,"
This caught him by surprise, "Sure, what is it?" Holding out a folded up paper, she asked, "Can you give this to Kiri-kun for me?" "Huh!? KIRISHIMA!?" "Y-Yes, I know this sounds silly but.. he's very cute," Aki admitted, her face turning red and her tail stub swished back and forth.
"U-uh sure, I can give this to him. Wouldn't you wanna give it to him in person though," "I-I don't know..I don't wanna over step," "Nonsense, come on,"
With that Midoriya led her inside, the rest of the class unwinding in the main sitting area, though they looked in surprise with the girl in tow with Midoriya. "Hello again!" Mina greeted, "Guys this is Toyomitsu Aki, she's Eri's caregiver," Midoriya introduced the girl, her bowing to the class with a smile.
"Hello everyone, so pleased to meet you," her smile made them all flushed, 'SO CUTE'. "So what are you doing here? Is everything okay?" Jirou questioned, "I-I was hoping to speak to u-uh..Kirishima-kun," Aki was embarrassed, now noticing how many people were staring at her intensely.
"Did someone call me? Oh hey Aki! What's up?" Kirishima questioned, having just walked out of the kitchen, but smiled big when he saw the beautiful girl from this morning.
"H-hi! I just wanted to u-uh, give this to you," stumbling over her words, she tried to act relaxed but was dying on the inside and outside. "O-Oh, thanks," Kirishima blushed, taking the folded up note from her out stretched hand, when their fingers touched however they both jumped apart and their faces burned red.
Of course, Mineta took this time to try and sneak up behind the girl. Reaching his hand out to flip the bottom of her dress, mumbling on how it was so short, it'd be a crime to not go through with it. Thankfully, Kirishima took notice and pulled her to him, hardening his hand as he punched him away, "KNOCK IT OFF," He growled, holding Aki close in his left arm.
Aki shivered, noticing how his muscles squeezed her like she'd dissappear if he let her go. Tapping his chest, he realized he was holding her and jumped back, "I'm so sorry! He can just never keep his hands to himself and it'd be so unmanly if me to not step in," Kirishima freaked out, waving his hands and trying to plead his case. He froze though when Aki walked up and gave him a kiss on the cheek, "It's alright, thanks for being my Hero," she winked, suddenly finding some courage in his embarrassment. "I'll see you at the festival like we talked about earlier, right?" Aki asked, let her hands rest on his chest, "U-Uh YYEaH Suree," his voice cracked, his whole mind running in auto pilot. "Awesome, I'll see you then," she turned on her hoof and began walking toward the exit, she looked over to the class in a whole and waved goodnight before exiting Heights Alliance.
A loud thud made everyone turn toward where Kirishima was, noticing he'd fallen over, his eyes swirling and a giant grin in his red face. "Aki's so cute," he chucked, Kaminari and Sero whooping for him while Iida lectured about proper PDA in the presence of others. All Kirishina knew is that the festival couldn't come soon enough.
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On the day of the festival, Aki and Eri sat in the back if a taxi has Togata sat up front and was going over the schedule for the day. "We'll catch 1-As performance, then race over to 1-B for their play, then it'll be lunch and the pagent, does that sound alright?" He turned to face the horned girls in the back, Eri's outfit was a cute red and white dress while Aki wore her usual wool dress only this time it was red to compliment her hair.
"Sounds great, we can probably catch 1-A setting up before they perform," "oo~you just wanna catch Kirishima before he performs, maybe to wish him luck~" Togata teased, Aki gritting her teeth and raising her hood, kicking him in the back if the head leaving a hoof print, "Hehe, nevermind," Togata smiled, Eri looking up at Aki, "Do you like Kirishima?" "U-uh well, I admire him so to say," Aki tripped over her words as Togata laughed at her misfortune.
Once they'd arrived at the school, Aki mentioned she was going to see Nejire before 1-A to wish her luck before she got ready.
"Nene-chan, are you in here?" Aki knocked, hearing a lot of voices from inside the dressing room. Opening the door, Aki was met with Hado, Yuyu, and a few other students. "Oh sorry, I just wanted to come wish you luck," Aki smiled, holding her hands together in front of her.
"Ram-Ram!?" The other students exclaimed, shocked that a young hero would show up here. "Oh hello! Wonderful to meet you," she bowed, greeting them as they momentarily freaked out before bowing back.
"Hey hey! What're you doing here Aki? Where's Eri? Or Togata?" "They went to go see 1-A real quick, I was about to go see them, just wanted to see you first," Aki sheepishly explained, Testutestu suddenly appeared in front of the girls face making her lean back in surprise.
"Wait a second are you that girl Kirishima is always talking about!? The pretty red haired Ram girl that is Fatgums daughter!" Aki flushed hearing the red haired boys name.
"Well it's nice to know he thinks of me," she said happily, before looking at the clock, "I've gotta go, I hope everything goes good for you girls!" She cheered, waving as she walked out leaving the others stunned, "Why does Kirishima always get the good opportunities," Testutestu cried out, falling to his knees depressed that a beautiful girl like that was already taken by Kirishima.
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"Hey! I'm not too late am I?" Aki called out, running up to the 1-A group. "Oh Ram-Ram! Welcome," Yamomo greeted, fiddling with her keyboard to make sure it was on the right setting. "We've still got about twenty minutes until we go on, Midoriya should've been back by now, he went to go get rope earlier," Kirishima mentioned, cheeks going a light pink at facing Aki again.
"Well I'm sure it'll be amazing, are you doing special affects?" Aki questioned, leaning close into Kirishimas personal space, "Y-Yeah, I hope you'll enjoy them," he smiled, running a hand through his hair. "HEY SHITTY HAIR, LETS GO WE AINT GOT ALL DAY!" Bakugou yelled out then realized Kirishima was talking to a girl.
"Hey Sheep Ass! What're you doing in here?! Don't be trying to pull anything dammit," Bakugou seethed, his teeth gritting together in annoyance of a new person.
"I was just wishing you guys luck," Aki began to ring her hands nervously, "Well we don't need luck! We'll kick ass either way dammit!" Bakugou exclaimed, getting in her face. Aki decided he needed to calm down and quit yelling.
Ramming her head into his stomach, Bakugou lurched forward coughing as he fell to the ground holding his stomach,"Damn Ram Bitch. What the fuck was that for," he gasped, rolling around on the floor in pain. "I didn't appreciate you being in my face," she calmly spoke, turning to Kirishima again who looked at her in awe at her strength.
"I'll leave you to it, you'll do amazing," her lips pressed to his cheek again, although this time they grazed the corner of his mouth slightly. Giggling she turned and left the room.
Silence ticked by for a second before Kirishima belted out, "GUYS THIS HAS TO BE AMAZING, TOP NOTCH MANLY," He hardened up without knowing, the others in the class around him sweat dropping at the sudden mood change.
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As the curtains opened and a deafening explosion happened, Aki smiled as Jirou started her song, the dancers and musicians knocking it out of the ball park all at once.
The beat had Aki dancing in place, Togata laughing at her as Eri watched in surprise of Midoroiya dancing, well at least until he went off stage for some reason. "He left," "He'll be back, let's keep watching," Togata assured her, the music still blaring into their ears.
The song kept continuing to grow in progress when all of a sudden a lot of special effects went off, Uraraka swinging out to the crowd and lifting some audience members off the ground, one of them being Aki who laughed and brought Eri with her who couldn't hold it in any longer, throwing her arms out and laughing, a giant smile on her face. Aki and Togata had tears in their eyes as they smiled, knowing this young girl had finally broken free from her shackles of a pervious life. Aki hugged her tight before spinning in a circle with her, both girls laughing together in glee as Togata cheered them on. The song came to an end as the audience screamed and cheered, Aki and Eri now holding onto Togata as the three of them embraced in a hug. Eri had finally smiled and it made the two older ones warm with happiness.
As the gym filled out, the three met up with Midoriya on his way back in, Togata congratulating him on a job well done. "It was so crazy! First there was a loud sound and it was scary, but then everyone started jumping, even Aki was dancing and then Deku you went away for a little bit. But then there was a spinning guy and it started to get cold and I saw a lot of birds and people went "Wow" and you know what I said? Wow too!" Eri rambled on, her arms being thrown everywhere in excitement as Togata and Aki copied her from her side. "It was so much fun! Especially when Aki flew in the air with me and we danced," Eri stopped when she noticed Midioriya getting tears in his eyes, "I'm so glad you had fun Eri," this caused Eri to smile wide at him, Aki not able to hold it in anymore and swooped her up, spinning in circles as both girls laughed together. The boys looking on with their own smiles.
Heading outside, they met up with some of the boys that were melting the ice. "Ah dang this ice is too big, hey Bakugou can you-" "Kick Force!" A voice cut off Kaminari as a blur of red jumped in the air and came down on the giant block of ice, breaking it into little pieces. "Whoa!" Peoole passing by stopped and stared, Aki standing up and fixing her glasses. "Is this okay?" She asked, tilting her head with a smile.
"Hey its Ram-Ram!" "I didn't know she'd be here!" "She's so cute!" Voices came from behind her, causing her to turn over her shoulder and smile at the students and give a wave causing them all to flush red from the adorableness.
"Hey Aki! How'd you like the show?" Kirishima asked, hands on his hips, but he quickly put them put to catch Aki who jumped at him, landing in his arms as hers went around his neck that was turning red, "It was so amazing! The lighting, the music, the dancing, it was so beautiful! The affects were so awesome too! It was a rush of adrenaline for sure," Aki couldn't help but gush over the performance, Kirishima grinning and twirled her around, cheeks still flushed, "THAT'S GREAT! I'm so glad you guys enjoyed it! I did happen to catch you dancing a few moves too," he winked, catching her off guard but she laughed and nodded, finally getting set back in the ground.
Togata watched for a second before smirking, "You know we still have about two hours or so before the pagent, why don't you show Aki the rest of the festival Kirishima!" Aki and Kirishima turned bright red, but both agreed to it as the rest of the class came out to begin their own sight seeing if the festival too. Kirishima grabbed Aki's hand and began to drag her out of sight, she looked back over her shoulder to see Togata and Eri waving to her, both smiling as she disappeared from sight.
Both red heads walked around, looking at all the different food vendors and games, before coming upon the High Striker game, where you bring the hammer down to ring the bell and win a prize. They went to walk past it before Aki noticed fluffy Ram and Shark plushies. Kirishima looked to her and then the prizes before waking up to the student running it. "Hey dude! What do you have to do to win those two?" Pointing to the plushies Aki was eyeing. "You've gotta ring the high bell, you only get one try though," the student informed, gesturing to the tallest one they had which looked to be about fifty feet high. Kirishima grabbed the hammer, Aki stopping him momentarily, "You don't have to do that Kiri-Kun" she informed, but he shook his head, "It wouldn't be very manly of me to not win a pretty girl the plushies she wants, so just sit back and watch," he grinned at her before turning his attention to the game in front of him. He hardened his body as he swung the hammer up and brought it down full force, the little rod shooting straight up and knocking into the bell, denting it but ringing it nonetheless.
Aki cheered in amazement as Kirishima was handed the two plushies, the student behind the counter complaining to himself about needing a new bell now. Aki was handed both but then looked to Kirishima and handed him back the Ram one. "Seems only fair you get one too, right," she giggled, Kirishima smiling and nodding, taking Aki's free hand into his again as they continued down the path. Both could agree that this was probably the best day ever.
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Standing at the gate to see the three off, Aki and Kirishima stared at each other for a minute before smiling softly to one another. "I'm glad you could join us, maybe you can come back another time?" Kirishima asked, hopeful he'd get to see her again, preferably outside of Work Studies and School. "Mmm, I don't know. I have my assignments and taking care of Eri too," Aki admitted, her purple eyes staring into his Ruby red eyes that were full of hope.
"Actually, I guess it's alright to tell you that you'll be seeing everyone alot more. We're planning on moving Eri into the dorms here, to keep a better eye on her and her progress with her quirk. Of course, her care taker is gonna have to be with her," Aizawas voice cut in, making both teens turn toward him in shock before turning back to each other.
Kirishima whooped and picked up Aki, spinning her around as they both laughed, setting her back in the ground, he blurted out, "Would you like to go out sometime?!" He realized what he said and burned red, but kept his eyes trained on her shocked face but she soon smiled shyly and nodded, "I'd love to, maybe you can show me a nice Cafe around here?" She asked, Kirishima nodding as he took out his phone to get her number so they can plan it for the day she comes back.
Aizawa and Togata watched the two as Midoriya and Eri said goodbye a little ways to the side, "I'm gonna regret this aren't I," Aizawa sighed, feeling the need to go to bed after such a long day, "Awe come on Eraser Head, it's cute," Aizawa merely shook his head, turning to walk off, "Some School Festival this turned out be," Togata only laughed and called out, "I'm pretty sure you mean Love Festival!"
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Hiiiii. Hope you enjoyed it. Let me know your thoughts! I know some people don't like OCs that much but I thought I'd give it a try.
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adoresobs · 4 years
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- the other pov! ( 𝐓.𝐂 )
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the reader’s a singer and after listening to her good friend, harry’s song ‘falling’, she decides to make the other person’s pov which she relates to because of her recent breakup with timmy.
THIS FIC CONTAINS just angst mostly
can’t tell if i love or hate this but i decided to give something new a try and this is how it turned out-
part one | part two | part three 
𝐌 𝐀 𝐒 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 𝐋 𝐈 𝐒 𝐓
THE SONG
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you set up your phone, pressing the ‘go live’ button, watching as the comments began to fill up with countless compliments already.
“hey guys!” you tried your best to be the usual bubbly person your fans saw even with the breakup still being fresh in your mind. you grew closer to the phone to read the comments.
userone quarantine got everyone looking rough
“damn, do i look that bad?” you laughed, pushing some of your hair behind your ear. you could what they meant, your hair was tied in a ‘ponytail’ or just a mop on top of your head, no makeup was on your face, and you had on sweats. you could say you didn’t dress up at all.
usertwo u still look gorgeous queen it’s fiNe
userthree did u and timmy actually break up or is teen vogue playing with my feelings
userfour k but what’s with these articles ‘y/n l/n and timothée chalamet call it quits?!’
that was only a fraction of the comments you were receiving about him. you let out a nervous laugh, biting down on your lip. “okay, so, the reason i started this up was to show you all something i’ve been working on. if you know harry’s beyond amazing self and you listen to his music then you know falling which is also amazing. wellll, i made a slight remake of it? but it’s like from the other person’s point of view.” you explained.
userfive did u and timmy actually break up ):
usersix we writing sad songs now-
“yes, we are writing sad songs now,” you said with a small laugh. “no but all credits and shit go to harry and if you don’t listen to him, you should. he’s a really good friend of mine and you’re missing out if you don’t.”
userseven baby ur such a good person
usereight i want a y/n, she’s so supportive
usernine still dodging questions about timothée huh
“thank you for wanting a..me?” you giggled before turning to your piano. “okay, so i can play it but i’m not the best at piano so spare me, please.”
userten shes so precious
usereleven timothée lost all this
usertwelve how does she still look gorgeous without trying
your smile faltered at the comment about your ex. “alright, i’m gonna start.” you told the thousands of people watching, looking down at the keys and beginning to play.
“i’m in my bed, instead of yours, cried to sleep, turned off all of the lights and locked all of the doors.”
you remembered the day after everything went down. you barely got out of bed unless it was to use the bathroom. the most you did was cry and sleep when you couldn’t cry anymore.
“i replay what you said, don’t know if it’s true, left with two broken hearts and there’s nothing that we can undo.”
“i don’t want to be with you another.” timothée said, breaking the silence. you’d spent hours arguing about pointless things, it escalated the longer the fight went on. you just looked up at him, trying to scan his face, see if he truly wanted this. his head was facing the ground so you couldn’t read his expression. “this isn’t gonna work out for much longer and we both know that so i’ll just save us the trouble of going through this later on.”
“what am i now? what am i now? don’t wanna cry ‘cause i can’t stand the sound,”
you cringed at the screaming baby in the supermarket, catching timothée’s eye quickly. “little loud for you?” he asked, a smile on his face.
“i can’t stand the sound of crying so yes, it is.” you shot back, reaching over to hit his arm. timothée rubbed his arm, flipping you off.
“wouldn’t have guessed since you cry almost everyday.” he joked which made you gasp.
“i would appreciate it if i wasn’t being attacked by my boyfriend right now.”
“i’m falling again, i’m falling again, i’m falling.”
userthirteen she’s really making me cry like this
userfourteen truly think she did this because of the breakup with timmy ):
userfifteen about to go fuck up his perfect face if he hurt my baby
“what if i’m down? what if i’m out? what if you’re someone i can’t live without?”
“are you gonna admit that you love me or are we gonna have to keep doing this hate thing?” timothée asked after you’d stated you hated him for the third time that day. “mm, i think i’m gonna stick with the hate thing.” you answered, letting out a laugh.
“okay, y/n, i’m gonna need you to repeat after me.”
“mhm.” you decided to play whatever game he was playing.
“i, y/n l/n”
“i, y/n l/n,” you repeated.
“love mr. timothée chalamet and cannot live without him.”
“hate mr. timothée chalamet and definitely can live without him because he sucks.”
“i don’t recall that being what i said?”
“oh, really? tough luck.” you teased.
“i’m falling again, i’m falling again, i’m falling.”
usersixteen u sound so gOOD BABY
userseventeen i wasn’t even in the relationship and i’m about to cry
usereighteen can u- make a song with harry though-
“you said you cared, but i never knew, before i heard your lyrics, i didn’t even have a clue.”
“hey, y/n?” timothée muttered. he wasn’t sure if you were alseep or not since you were sprawled out on his chest and clinging to him. he couldn’t see if your eyes were open until you lifted you head up so it was face to face with his. “hm?” you asked.
“you know i care about you, right?”
“pfft, of course not.” even in your sleepy state, you still made jokes with him.
timothée almost groaned at your words, “i’m serious, okay?”
“i know, i know. i care about you too.” you laid your head back on chest and fell asleep comfortably in his arms. you slept great especially knowing that you were cared for.
“now everytime somebody says your name, i remember the day where i ran out of reasons to stay.”
“you don’t think this is working out?” you asked, your voice was low. you didn’t want this conversation to be happening. why couldn’t you just go back to before? where everything was good. you were happy.
timothée shook his head, not even bothering to look you in the eyes.
“so, that’s it?” you asked with a bitter laugh. “it’s over that quick. you’re not even fighting for us! shows how much this really meant to you.”
“oh, cmon on, y/n. we both knew that this was gonna fall apart when it started. we don’t work and that’s all.”
“we both knew? or just you?”
“what am i now? what am i now? don’t wanna cry ‘cause i can’t stand the sound, i’m falling again, i’m falling again, i’m falling.”
zendaya shut up you sound SO GOOD
arianagrande so proud of u xx
usernineteen completely forgot she was friends with them-
“what if i’m down? what if i’m out? what if you’re someone i can’t live without? i’m falling again, i’m falling again, i’m falling.”
usertwenty everyone appreciate this talented queen
usertwentyone this is where my favorite part comes up, everyone shut uP
usertwentytwo can i be u pls
“can i do this alone without ever needing you again?”
“admit you need me and i’ll help you.” timothée said, teasing you which he had been doing for the last ten minutes.
“this would be fine if i had subtitles but you won’t give me the damn remote.” you huffed. the movie was fully in french which you couldn’t understand. timothée didn’t want to turn on the subtitles since you refused to let him teach you french.
“admit it and the remote is all yours.”
“i need you because without you, i would have a very fun life without having to worry about knowing french.” you fired which only made timothée roll his eyes.
“no remote for y/n.” he said, turning back to the movie leaving you to whine about it.
“what am i now? what am i now? what will i do now that you’re not around? i’m falling again, i’m falling again, i’m falling”
you had never been so unproductive and bored in your life. that was something he was amazing at - encouraging and motivating you to do your best and take on the day no matter how juch you didn’t want to. now that he wasn’t here, there hardly felt like you had anohter reason to do said things. you were alone twenty four seven.
“what if i’m down? what if i’m out? maybe you’re someone i won’t talk about, i’m falling again, i’m falling again, i’m falling.”
your thoughts wandered back to all of the comments you neglected to answer. you didn’t want to talk about him and you were he didn’t want to talk about you. you finished, ending the song before turning back to your phone. you scrolled through the comments, seeing all the ones you missed while playing. “thank you z! and i love you, ari.” you said with a laugh.
usertwentythree when i see him, it’s on sight
usertwentyfour anyways u sounded so gOOD AND IM SO PROUD OF U!!
your heart warmed at the sweet comment, your face immediately heating up. “look, now i’m blushing. thank you lovely!”
harrystyles you sounded better than me
harrystyles think it’s your song now
usertwentyfive her and harry’s friendship >>
“miss you, harold!” you exclaimed. “but, i think i’m gonna end this. thank you all for liking it.” you said and ended the live.
the next morning your phone was blowing up. screenrecordings and videos of you singing were everywhere. there were even articles considering it your way of saying that you and timothée broke up. people on twitter were tweeting at you, mainly nice things which is what you only cared about.
your friends were blowing up your texts messages, screaming how proud they were of you. you were almost to the point of tears until you saw one message in particular.
my angel boy: hey
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1-800-channie · 3 years
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[10:45pm] with Chan
Note | Chan got into a fight and showed up at your house with a bloody face. You take care of him as he tries to keep his feelings a secret. Boxer! Chan but also sensitive! Chan. Mentions of blood.
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When you unlocked your front door and confronted your precious best friend with his elegant face dripping dark blood, your eyes were automatically filled with warm tears. Your hands started to tremble and an impulse to throw up came all the way from your gut to your mouth, leaving a violent taste in your tongue.
Chris was standing in front of you with puppy eyes and pouty lips. Thick drops of blood falling from a deep cut that crossed his big nose. His eyes were also marked, shady purple circles beneath his pretty brown eyes. But no matter how painful it all felt, as soon as he glanced over your face, he smiled genuinely.
“Chris…” You muttered in a low voice. “What did you do?”
His reaction was modest, his cheeks got rosy and his smile faded away in seconds. Taking a step forward into your house, he wrapped his arms around your defined midsection. As soon as his embrace came in contact with yours, the tears in your eyes fell down immediately.
He knew you hated when he got involved in fights. Even though he knows how to fight, the man that puts him in his nerves is always, somehow, double his size.
After inhaling his perfume for a minute, you lifted your head from his wide shoulders and looked up at him, noticing some small pearls also falling from his precious eyes.
“It's alright, Channie, it's all over now…" You assured him as your little fingers started to caress his humid cheeks.
You only felt his grip on you become tighter as he buried his handsome face in your shoulder, loud cries echoing inside the quiet house.
As you waited for the bloody boy to calm down, your hands never left his dirty blonde hair. Letting your fingertips get lost in his soft curls as your lips kissed his scalp lovingly. Feeling his icy tears in your shoulder, listening to his sobs and seeing his vulnerable physique upon yours feels like you were the one being beaten up. It hurted you so much.
Ten minutes later, the Australian was calmer. His breathing was regular and his heart-beat steady, but his nose was still bleeding, staining mercilessly your grey pajama shirt.
"Let's get you cleaned up, shall we?" You inquired while gazing at his eyes again, getting lost on the lovely feeling that starts in your stomach every time.
"Yeah, let's go..." He responded shyly.
The dirty blonde boy gets up first and waits for you to grab his hand gently and walk him to the bathroom, needing to feel your warmth against him all the time.
Inside the tiny white-ish bathroom, your best friend sat on the toilet as you stood up between his parted legs, cleaning his scar with care, knowing it would hurt him slightly.
But Chris wasn't worried about the burning feeling on his nose, he was too focused on your lips to care. He couldn't help it  but stare when your tender bottom lip was caught between your teeth, as you carefully analysed his features.
He studied your face carefully as you finalized taking care of him. Your gloomy eyes were glued to his nose, and they would follow your fingers everytime, making sure you weren't hurting him.
Your black hair was a mess, but a cute mess. It was falling on your shoulders in shiny curls, it was looking so soft that Chan had to fight the urge to touch it. You also had an amazing smell radiating from your neck and chest, and it was driving him insane.
Your lips were painted in a dark red because you were biting them so hard. Those lips looked so kissable, plump and shiny from your saliva, he wanted to taste you so bad.
"I can't do this anymore..." Chris complained before gently holding your chin in front of his face, so he could stare into your orbs.
The blush in your cheeks was burning and you wanted to hide your face, but you couldn't move. You were too hypnotized to move or say anything. Chris only smiled before his lips came in contact with yours in a quick peck.
His lips were soft and warm, and as soon as he parted your lips, you chased for them once again, needing that warm feeling in your belly again. Your fingers dived into his ocean of curls.
The second kiss was more certain and loving. His thumb was caressing your fat cheeks slowly as his lips moved in sync with yours, making your breathing become irregular. As soon as his tongue brushed against yours, you completely submitted to him.
The position was kinda uncomfortable, so you shyly took a seat on his lap, right on his muscular thighs. You straightened your back and looked down at Chris, with his lips shiny and red from the sensual abuse.
Your eyes locked with his once again that night, and you stroked his cheeks with your fingers, cupping his gorgeous face. Then you said with an unhappy smile:
"Promise me you won't fight with those people again. Let them be stupid, just leave them behind. I'm so scared of waking up without your good morning text... I'm scared of losing you..." You confessed shyly, but managing to gaze into his lost orbs.
It was like you were finally telling him you had a crush on him. For you it felt like the first time you ever confessed anything because your body warmed up instantly and started to tremble as you waited for a response.
"I won't... I promise you I won't... Only because you asked me so nicely." He joked, trying to make the atmosphere involving you less heavy, and it worked perfectly.
You rested your head on his wide shoulder and enjoyed the presence of him so close to you. Chris was, and will ever be, the only one you love.
A/N | Hello guys, Here it’s an old post of mine that i edited. Its literally one of my favourites! I hope you liked it! I'm heading to bed now, good night ✨ Notes, reblogs and comments are always welcome! Thank you 💕
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macaronnya · 3 years
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So I just saw the announcement about the EN server shutting down or at least dicontinued (hopefully just for now) and I might just burst into tears 🥲 I want to put my thoughts or rather feelings of the journy up until now on here to come down but maybe also as some form of comfort for anyone who needs it? It's very long and might have some broken english as it's not my first language so do keep it in mind please 😅
Anyways, I started A3! last year on march 7th because I saw a youtube video of people cosplaying Sakuya and Sakyo. At taht point, I already knew of A3! somewhere in my distant memories back when it was JP only. I decided to try out the game since I was getting bored of my current mobile games and the few reviews I could find of it were relatively positive. I had no idea just what a big part of my life this game was about the become 🤧
Btw I'm listening to some A3! songs right now, specifically Sakuya's 2nd character song, and it's not helping me 😢 So at the time, lockdown just started 2 days ago, which left me with a lot of time playing it and, I kid you not, I gulfed the main story down like it was the last slice of cake at home. I have 2 siblings. I think I finished it in a week or so despite it being only unlockable through leveling up, and if my memory serves me right, you need to be around lvl 75 to unlock all 4 episodes. As one can see, I was VERY invested in the story. It was just so....nice? I don't know how to exactly describe it but I was surprised by how likable everyone was. Of course I didn't hold such strong feelings for everyone back then as I do now but I was intrigued enough back then of nearly everyone, which is kind of rather rare in such types of games, no? At least for me it is, although I haven't played terribly a lot (Love Live, MLQC, Mystic Messenger).
I really like how the story actually continues through the events and how it alternated between stories exploring certain characters more (show events) and stories focusing on just them having fun. Getting to know everyone bit by bit and seeing how everyone grows closer to each other, not only within their respective troupes but the whole theater, makes me really all warm and fuzzy and it's found family, what more could you want?
Also, I really like Izumi, our dear MC 🥰 Even though she's supposed to be our self-insert, I found myself really enjoying reading her thoughts, observing her reactions to other characters' shenanigans (like her 'I do not see' to the members plan of faking their identity to bail Citron out lol) and just....her personality. Trying not to digress here but she has a lot more personality than other MCs in these joseimuke games and it makes her interactions with others not only bearable but even enjoyable. I'm not saying that this is what a perfect MC looks like or that she's superior to bland self-inserts. After all, it depends on the story, gameplay and other things. It's just a nice bonus I'm very grateful for. I mean, I got really emotional when Izumi performed with the other staff members all of the plays the actors have put out so far for the first anniversary. Her realizing she gained a new dream for her lost one just really took my heart, broke it in thousand pieces and then mended it again.
I also love A3! songs ❤ I did wonder how they would work in this franchise since it's not about idols but actors, though I guess there was nothing to worry about. I really like the duets because it's always a different duo and hearing them singing together, harmonizing with each other, complimenting each other, just fills me with undescribable joy. Of course the songs also slap pretty much every time. Even by limiting my options to 1 troupe, I still wouldn't be able to pick only one favourite (I like the majority of Winter's song tho, like Shoutai is just 🤌 and my sibling blasted Unmasked non-stop so I can't get it outta my head anymore). Gosh, I was so excited for 'Double Solitaire' since it would complete trilogy of the Hyodosakas singing together. I was really looking forward to getting all the songs and I was even saving up for Summer Troupe's 6th play.
If I had to describe the game A3! in one word, it'd be "charming". Coming to game itself, there are so many little quirks, that on their own aren't anything groundbreaking or big but together give the game its own flair. Live 2D is pretty common to see nowdays in games because it brings the characters to life through movements like 3D models. But I think A3! is able to illustrate it just as well, if not even better with their 2D sprites. Citron moonwalked by flipping the image over and sliding across the screen, Hisoka appeared out of nowhere by coming from above the screen, they do a little jump when they're happy, they go down a bit when they're sad. And that's just things with their whole sprite. The little drops when Tsuzuru finds himself in an awkward situation or is worried, the little note when Sakuya is happy, the hearts when Kazunari is lowkey flirting with Izumi, it's so cute! Or Omi's O.O face, Taichi's crying face (the usual one, not his face when he cried out of guilt of betraying Mankai), Yuki's done expression, H O M A R E AHA! They each have at least one personalized expression and also quote. Can you hear Kazunari's Yoropiko~☆, Citron's humming, Taichi's loud ass whining and scream of terror, Tsumugi's awkawrd laugh? It's brimming with life.
But also the UI (?how it looks) is joyful. The main screen's background cascading shapes changes depending from which Troupe your current character is from, the loading screen has sakura petals and a bird, the colors are very bright and saturated fitting to the overall color palette of the whole game, the little notebook during practice showing all the necessary infomation and a little sketch by the characters. It's just really charming.
As frustrating as it was, not getting halloween Tsuzuru after 110 pulls or Valentine Omi after 120, it was my first time ever understanding why gachas are called hellholes. Through my strong connections to the characters, their cards automatically appealed to me more. But the art is also so good???? Azuma is always looking flawless obviously but Omi's unbloomed Wolf card, where he is standing in the sunset looking at his camera or Kazunari's Shinobi card, unbloomed all concentrated on his panting and bloomed all shiny smiling like the fireworks in the background? Breathtaking everytime. I also appreciate it not needing multiple copies to unlock the whole backstage story.
I think I'm slowly running out of things to say, which might be good for whoever managed to come this far. I have to say though, A3! helped me through the pandemic. Being a perfect distraction to the world's chaos and more importantly my crushing schoolwork and worries for personal future. I'm a very pessimistic person but seeing the characters overcoming their hardships through the help of their to-be "family" and just being happy doing trouble, gave me a little hope and light for a bit every day. I came to cherish everyone, even those I like the least. I haven't felt like this since Mystic Messenger, which was also a game, that helped me through a difficult time. I can only wish to a shooting star, that it's not the end for the EN Server yet. While yes, the JP server is thriving and I could just switch to reading fantranslation, through my experience, my enjoyment considerably sinks playing like that and I wish to fully enjoy A3!.
Anyways thanks for reading (maybe again). Sorry for all the possible errors on the way here. I'm writing everything directly without too much thought. If you want, you can also share your experiences in the comments. It's always nice to share good memories with others.
Edit: I accidentally posted it already but I wasn't actually done 😓 When I said I had a lot to let out, I meant A LOT
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prettyyoungandbored · 3 years
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Becoming Mrs. Wayne [The Dark Knight] Five
Pairing: Christian Bale!Bruce Wayne x OC
Summary: Demetria Gallagher knew her cozy life would change the second she became engaged to Bruce Wayne. But what she doesn’t know is she’s getting more than what she agreed to. (I am trash at summaries.)
Warning: Sight panic attack, mentions of anxiety and panic attacks
Taglist: dragonballluver , disgraceful-marvel-trash, barikawho (Let me know if you want to be tagged in this!)
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It was around 2 AM when Demetria found herself once again outside on the balcony. She leaned over the railing, looking out at the view before. The sounds of sirens filled her ears as she eyed the bright lights of the city.
Bruce had managed to calm her down about what happened at the orphanage. Demetria apologized profusely to Sister Mary, who told her she’d done nothing wrong and in fact, appreciated what she’d done and was rather impressed.
Demetria sighed as she leaned up, her hands over the railing. It wasn’t until she heard tires squeal followed by a crash of metal that she looked down. While she was far up, she still had a decent view of the street.
She leaned forward to see a car smashed into a pole. A male figure wearing what appeared to be a purple trench coat exited the car, looking around, before throwing a lit match into the car, setting the car on fire.
Before Demetria could react, she felt herself be pulled back. She went to scream when a hand covered her mouth from behind. She began kicking, squirming, and attempting to scream despite it sounding muffled.
She then felt herself be turned around, coming face-to-face with Batman. She stopped screaming as he took his hand off her mouth.
“The fuck is wrong with you?!” she cried.
“I told you to stay inside,” he growled.
She rolled her eyes. “Jesus Christ. I’m not in any danger, ok?”
“How do you know that?”
“Well I haven’t received any death threats yet.”
“Doesn’t mean you aren’t in any danger.”
She blinked. “And what kind of danger am I in then.”
“You’re a public figure with ties to other public figures.”
“I’m not really a public figure.”
“You’re engaged to a billionaire and your best friend is the DA.”
She chuckled and threw her hands up. “You got me there.”
“Does he keep you safe?”
She tilted her head. “Who?”
“Your fiancé.”
She opened her mouth to respond, when her lips curved into a grin.
“You know it’s actually pretty scary to have a bunch of people taking photos of you all at once, following your every move. Makes you feel like an animal in a zoo enclosure or something. Everytime they get too close or scream questions at me, my throat closes up and my heart is racing and there’s this sharp pain and it’s unbearable. It’s like I’m drowning. But when he-Bruce-holds my hand...well, it’s not a total fixer, but it really helps.” Her face softens. “I don’t think he knows that.”
“That you have panic attacks?”
“No, he knows that. He just hasn’t seen them. He knows when I get anxious, but not when I have a panic attack.”
She turned around when she noticed off in the distance, a light with a bat symbol cast on a grey cloud.
“So that’s how they get your attention,” she remarked, her eyes still on the bat symbol. “You see that signal and you go out?”
“Yes.”
“Where’s the signal coming from?”
“A rooftop.”
She scoffed, looking over her shoulder at him. “You could be a little more specific.”
“It’s not important where it’s coming from.”
“Does Batman not work alone?” 
“You ask a lot of questions.” 
She shrugged. “Just curious.” She glanced over at the bat symbol before tucking a strand of hair behind her hair. “You know...there are some people who are grateful for what you're doing, right?”
“Like you?” 
She nodded, a wide smile swept across her lips. “Like me.” 
“Good to know.”
With that, he jumped off the building, Demetria watching him as he made his way down.
“You’re welcome!” she called down to him.
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The next morning, the sound of her cellphone ringing awoke her from her sleep. She groaned, wondering who the hell would dare interrupt her slumber. She felt a heavy presence over her, looking over to find Bruce’s head curled up right behind her and his arm swung over her body. He was still fast asleep, thankfully.
She gently moved his arm and grabbed her phone, answering it without bothering to look at the caller ID. 
“Hello?”  
“Hey girl, it’s Alicia.” 
Alicia was a reporter at GCN and one of the very few friends Demetria had there. She had been the one to overhear about the photographer who was outside ready to photograph Demetria leaving and helped her escape the building without being seen. 
“Hey, what’s going on?” Demetria yawned. 
“I’m sorry to wake you, but I wanted to give you a heads up that ‘Gotham Times’ is working on a piece about you.” 
She shot up. “What do you mean?”
“They’re doing a whole article on you, about your life, you know, the works.” 
Demetria’s heart sunk to her stomach, eyes bugling open. This had to be a nightmare, had to be. Her body tightened, hoping maybe she’d wake up but was unsuccessful. 
“Oh my fucking god,” she whispered. 
“What’s going on?” Bruce asked, his voice groggy and barely awake. 
Demetria put her hand on his arm, mouthing “one second.”
“They have a reporter in the newsroom trying to get a few people to talk. So far only Walter and James have talked to them. They tried to get me and Molly to talk, I guess because someone had told them we were friends, but both of us said ‘no comment’.” 
A tiny wave of relief crashed over her. “You’re both saints. I owe you both a big one.” 
“Don’t worry about it. Just call your brother and mom and give them a heads up.” 
“Will do. Thanks again.” 
She hung up and buried her hands in her face. “Jesus fucking Christ.” 
“Babe, what’s going on?” Bruce asked putting his hand on her shoulder. 
“That was a friend from GCN. She says ‘Gotham Times’ is doing a piece on me and is asking people there about me.” She shook her head. “I’ve gotta warn Mom and Henry.” 
Bruce watched as Demetria got up from the bed and made another call. Guilt weighed over him as he watched her talk into the phone. He never meant to drag her into this limelight. He’d tried desperately to keep her private, to keep them private. He was fine with being in the spotlight and he’d been ok with being photographed with women in because, frankly, they lasted barely a week. 
With Demetria, she could be hunted and gunned down just like his parents. He refused to let that happen. 
“I left messages for both of them,” she said hanging up her phone. 
She set her phone back on the nightstand and let out an exasperated groan as she crawled back into bed. She scooted in closer to Bruce as he collected her into his arms. His warmth was enough to keep her at bay, but she couldn’t deny the pain in chest and the millions of thoughts running amok in her mind.
“Why can’t they leave me alone?” she exhaled.
“I know, sweetheart,” Bruce mumbled, his lips pressed against her temple.
“I just want to write a press release that simply says ‘Fuck off’.” 
“I endorse that.”
“But if I do that then they’ll run with it and suddenly it’s ‘Oh Mrs. Wayne has mouth on her!’” 
“A pretty mouth that I get to do this to.” His lips pressed against hers, cradling her face with his hands. When she pulled back, she rested her forehead on his. 
“What did I do to deserve you?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. 
“I ask myself the same thing.” His fingers ran through her hair. “How can I make this easier for you?” 
Her heart warmed at his words. She knew he had a lot of power and that one simple request from her could make this all go away...at least temporarily. The press would hound her even more if Bruce were to step in and help, claiming she relies on him to do everything for her.
She let out deep sigh, resting her forehead against his. “Just...just be you. Just love me. That’s all you can do.” 
His eyebrows furrowed. “Are you sure that’s it? You know I am more than willing-.” 
“That’s all. Just be here.” 
She pecked his lips and removed the duvet cover from her body. “I have to meet Rachel for lunch but I’m going to Harvey’s office beforehand.”
She felt him grab her hand. Her eyes turned to find him smirking at her. “Hmmm, why don’t you stay here in bed with me?”
“Don’t tempt me, Wayne.”
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Demetria had heard about the wig shop from Molly, who bought a wig for her mom after her mom had to shave her hair due to chemotherapy treatments a few months ago. 
The store had head mannequins surrounding the entire area with different color wigs in different styles. Her eyes scanned the store as she lifted the sunglasses from her eyes, placing them on top of her head. The wig had to be realistic looking, but one that wouldn’t draw attention.  
She was looking at a honey blonde bob with thick bangs when a voice broke the silence.
“Can I help you find anything?”
Demetria jumped, looking over to see a blonde saleswoman smiling at her.
“I’m just looking,” Demetria answered.
Demetria and the saleswoman stared at each other, a silent understanding between them. The saleswoman nodded and held up a finger. “One moment.”
She went toward the back of the store, Demetria watching her every move. The saleswoman reached on one of the shelves and grabbed an auburn colored long bob with bangs. She then brought it over, presenting it to Demetria.
“The auburn would suit you well,” she said before turning away. “It compliments you without drawing attention.”
She handed it to Demetria and then reached over the counter to grab a wig cap. “May I?” 
Demetria nodded, using the hair tie on her wrist to pull her hair back into a low bun. The saleswoman adjusted the cap on Demetria’s head before gently placing the wig on top. After a few minor adjustments, the saleswoman handed Demetria a wig to take a look. 
“What do you think?” the saleswoman asked, crossing her arms against her chest, leaning back onto the counter. 
Demetria marveled quietly. The saleswoman was right - it suited her enough without drawing attention. 
“I’ll take it.” 
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Demetria wore the wig walking out of the store and for the first time in a really long time, she felt like everyone else. A weight lifted off her shoulders as she walked on the crowd Gotham streets with a big smile on her face. 
As she made her way inside Harvey’s office, she realized she’d need ID to get through security to get to the elevators.Even though they all knew her, and she was given clearance to come and go as she pleased thanks to Harvey, she still needed to show ID as a formality. She cursed under breath when she remembered the bathroom that was nearby. She reached into her purse and put her sunglasses over her eyes. 
She walked in, making eye contact with Hank, the old security guard. 
“Do you mind if I use the bathroom?” she asked, making her voice higher than normal. “I really have to go.” 
He gave her a kind smile and gestured toward the bathroom. She hurried inside and went into a stall. Closing the door, she threw off the wig and cap, throwing them inside her purse. She grabbed the tie, sliding it off her hair and onto her wrist. She shook her hair, smoothing it out with her fingers. Taking off her trench coat, she threw her purse over her shoulder and trench coat over her arms and made her way out of the bathroom. 
She approached Hank smiling. 
“Hi Hank, how are you?” she greeted him. 
His face lit up. “Demetria! Good to see you! I didn’t see you walk in earlier, but you know, people come and go in here so fast so it’s hard to tell, especially with my old brain. Doesn’t work as well as it used to.”
“Oh, you’re fine! I followed a crowd and quickly had to use the bathroom.”
“I assume you’re here to see Harvey?” 
“You’ve guessed correctly. Let me grab my-.” 
“Not necessary. You go right ahead now.” 
She pouted. “Are you sure?” 
He waved his hand. “You're fine. You go along now. Oh, and congratulations on the...you know.” 
She smiled. “Thanks, Hank. You take care now!” 
“You do the same!” 
She made her way into the elevators, pressing the top floor. The doors closed and she sighed, waiting for them to open again. 
When they did, she was surprised to see there was barely anyone around. Normally, people would be walking around everywhere. 
She went up to Harvey’s assistant, Grace. Grace’s eyes smiled. 
“Demetria, great to see you!” she greeted. 
“Good to see you as well! How is everything?”
“Oh you know, the usual! How are you? How’s...you know?” 
Demetria leaned down to show Grace the engagement ring. Grace took her hand gingerly, letting out a gasp as she admired it. 
“Look at that,” she marveled. “It’s gorgeous! Oh, congratulations hun!” 
“Thank you so much! It’s just so-.” 
“I thought I heard your voice out here.” 
She looked up to find Harvey poking his head out the door. Demetria smiled, thanking Grace one last time before walking into Harvey’s office. 
“So...what brings you into my office?” Harvey asked, taking a seat at his desk. 
She eyed the photo frame on his bookshelf of the two of them at their college graduation. She rembered the day clearly - the two of them grabbing breakfast at the local diner before going to the auditorium. Their mother snapped the photo, having bought both of them flowers.
She walked over to the bookshelf and picked it up. 
“Aww, look at us,” she pouted. “We were babies.”
“Hungover babies,” he corrected.
“It was-.”
“Your idea,” he reminded her. “I told you to stop after the sixth vodka shot.”
“We still made it on time to the ceremony.” 
“No thanks to me. Now are you going to tell me why you’re here?”
She set the photo frame back and sat on the edge of his desk. 
“I went to the orphanage yesterday-.” 
“So I saw.” 
She tilted her head when Harvey pulled out the newspaper that had a photo of Bruce holding her back as she yelled at the camera. The headline read “Future Mrs. Wayne LASHES Out!” 
Her stomach dropped, mouth wide open. “That son of a bitch,” she seethed. She threw down the paper and began pacing the office. Her blood boiled as anger succumbed her body. 
“It’s not that bad,” Harvey reasoned. “The orphanage actually released a statement defending you. It’s in the article.”
“I had a great time at the orphanage,” Demetria spoke up. “I got a tour, I got to meet the kids - the kids! Harvey, the kids are awesome. They’re kind and cool and I even got to play basketball with them!” 
Harvey stared at her, unsure of where she was going. 
“I was doing great until that-that fucking asshole started taking photos!” 
“That’s what they do, Demetria. That’s their job.” 
“Alicia called me this morning to tell me ‘Gotham Times’ is doing a piece on me. They called people I worked with.” 
“Did they call your mother and brother yet?” 
“I don’t know. I left them a message but they haven’t called me back.” 
“Well for the record, they did call me.”
Her face froze. “What did you say?” 
“I said I wouldn’t comment on our friendship without your permission.” 
She threw her hands up. “Why can’t they leave me alone?!” 
“Because you’re-.” 
“Because I’m getting married to someone?” 
“You’re marrying Bruce Wayne, one of the richest men in-.” 
“Why does that matter?! Why should that deprive me of living my life in peace?” She reached into her purse and pulled out the wig, showing it to Harvey. “I have to wear a wig just so I can walk around and feel like a normal human being again.” 
Harvey let out a chuckle. “Demetria, you’re not serious.” 
“I want to be able to go wherever I want.”
“What about credit cards? Debit cards? Id?”
“I don’t buy alcohol and pay with cash.”
“What about the pharmacy?”
She snapped her fingers. “Fuck! I didn’t think of that.” 
“Here’s a question for you, why are you so up in arms about all this when you of all people know there’s nothing you can do to stop it?” 
“Because I don’t want people or Bruce to see who I really am!” 
Harvey’s face softened. 
“If the reporters dig any further, they’re gonna find out about the mistakes I’ve made and about....it.” 
“It?” 
“My anxiety and panic attacks. I’ve had them in public places before, remember?”
“Why does that matter?” 
She threw her hands up. “Are you fucking kidding me right now, Harvey? Why does that matter? It matters because if people find out that I’m a thirty-something woman who suffers from anxiety and panic attacks, they’re going to eat me alive. They’re going to see that I’m worth nothing. They’re going to say ‘she’s crazy’ and that I’m joke and I’m scared Bruce is going to see it too and he’s going to--.” 
Her throat started closing, chest tightening. 
“I am a difficult person,” she continued, her breath hitching. “You know that better than anyone else. I have always been difficult with...with the depression...anxiety...with everything. And because of that, I have managed to screw up my life multiple times and ruin so many relationships.I’ve tried to change it. I’ve worked on it with God knows how many therapists and I can’t change it. So when the one guy - who is so far out of my league - who loves me as much as I love him and who goes to hell and back just to be with me, I don’t want...I can’t mess this up...”
“Hey, hey, hey,” Harvey hushed her as he hugged her. “You’re not gonna mess this up. He loves you for all that you are and-.” 
“He’s never seen me have one.” 
Harvey pulled back. “What do you mean?” 
“Bruce has never seen me have a panic attack. He’s only heard me.” She sighed. “The one night he stayed over my place, I was woken up by gunshots from outside. I started getting...you know...and I ran into bathroom. I took medicine and practiced my breathing and I was shaking and crying...and I heard him knock on the door and I told him to stay out there. I didn’t want him to see it. He tried to reason with me, but I told him I couldn’t.” 
She ran a hand through her hair. “I don't know what I’m getting myself into and it scares the shit out of me.” 
Harvey placed a reassuring hand on her back. “I know it does, Dem. But I’m telling you, as someone who has to deal with this everyday, at a certain point  you’ve got to learn that you’re a public figure now and that you’re up for grabs by the media. Some days they’ll be nice and other days they’ll rip you into pieces. You are a human being, you’re not perfect and no one is expecting you to be. Not even Bruce.” 
Demetria nodded, acknowledging Harvey’s point. She was human and Bruce never asked her to be anything other than herself. Still, she wasn’t completely relaxed about the issue with the press, but it seemed best to drop it. 
“Hey there!” 
Demetria turned to see Rachel enter the office with a big smile. Both Demetria and Harvey smiled, both relieved to see her. 
“Sorry, was I interrupting something?” she asked. 
“No, I was just telling Demetria that she’s human and that the press are nothing to be concerned about,” Harvey responded. 
Rachel nodded knowingly. “They called me too. Then again, they call me anytime they do a piece on Bruce or the Wayne family in general.” 
“Well here’s hoping they don't find out about the drunk karaoke Harvey and I did in college,” Demetria remarked, smirking at Harvey. 
“Drunk karaoke?” Rachel inquired, interested. 
“You guys should probably get going,” Harvey brushed it off. 
“No I want to hear more about drunk karaoke!” Rachel pleaded.
“We’ll talk about in the taxi ride to the store,” Demetria assured. 
“No you won’t,” Harvey called out. 
“It was ‘Black Balloon’ by Goo Goo Dolls,” Demetria told her. 
Rachel’s eyes widened in delight. “Goo Goo Dolls?!” 
“Leave now, please,” Harvey demanded, annoyed. 
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Inside the luxury department store, Demetria stayed close to Rachel as the two eyed the gowns. 
“Exactly what the hell am I supposed to wear?” Demetria asked, her eyes scanning the dresses. 
“Considering Bruce is throwing it, you’re going to want to wear a gown,” Rachel remarked. “But I’m sure you could show up in sweatpants and a shirt and he would still show you off proudly.” 
Demetria eyed her. “If you’re serious, I might consider it.” She shook her head. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m excited about dressing up but...I don’t know. I feel like there’s an expectation for me or some quota I have to fill for these people to take me seriously and I hate that.” 
Rachel laughed. “I wouldn’t worry about that. Bruce hates the people he’s inviting.” 
“Which doesn’t make sense to me! I mean, why waste your time pretending?” 
Rachel pulled her lips back. “Listen, I didn’t mean to...but I kind of eavesdropped on yours and Harvey’s conversation and...” She turned to Demetria. “I’ve known Bruce my entire life. I’ve seen him with every kind of woman and have had the unfortunate pleasure of having to meet them. But I see the way he is with you. I know it’s cliché to say, but it’s true. You bring out the Bruce I’ve always known and loved. I know how happy you make him and how much you mean to him.” She paused. “Don’t worry about the media or everyone trying to pick it apart. Take control of the narrative. Show and tell them what you want. Just don’t let it eat you alive.” 
Demetria smiled, her heart swelling. She wrapped her arms around Rachel, much to Rachel’s surprise. 
“Thank you,” she whispered. “I needed to hear that.” 
And in her mind, an idea began to unravel. 
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milkypompon · 4 years
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WARNINGS: Angst! Fluffy! Smut! Few cussies??
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Sounds of whispers and giggles were carried by the wind of the night. The Gaang sat around a flickering flame, shuffling their hands together near the fire to keep warm. Each one of them leaned their backs against a tree to support their dropping frames. There was still tension from the interaction between Sokka and Y/N, which neither of them returned yet. 
Their heads whipped to the approaching sounds of leaves crunching under quick boots. 
It was Y/N. 
Y/N released wavering hiccups and occasional sniffs. The fire illuminated their wilting features. But, it wasn’t a lasting sight for the worried friends because Y/N ran further into the dark forest, only guided by the dotted stars.
Toph dusted off her tunic from dirt as she stood up, “I’ll talk to Y/N-”
Zuko was already walking towards Y/N’s direction, “It’s alright, I think I know what this is about… But, I hope I’m wrong.” He muttered the last part to himself.
Zuko began to feel Y/N’s presence in a different way everyday: The sight of their eyes lighting up with the sunrays and hearing their laugh jingle like happy bells softened his heart. But, he didn’t want to intervene between Sokka and Y/N’s established relationship. Zuko hoped that he didn’t break their bond just because he happened to be there. The tears that streaked their face was an image that he could not forget because Zuko caused that.
“Y/N! I… I think we need to talk this out!” He yelled into the towering trees and the sky above. 
Zuko walked for what seemed like miles, or maybe it was his mind playing tricks on him because he was anxious about the thought of having to let go of them when it was time to relay his thoughts onto Y/N. 
A feeling of warmth washed over his anxious thoughts when he was greeted by Y/N’s back. They mindlessly dangled their legs over a clifftop, picking at blades of grass that tickled the palm of their hand. Y/N was well-aware of the voice that’s been carried by the wind, but they didn’t want to face them with such a horrendous face and incomplete thoughts.
Zuko slowly approached Y/N, careful not to startle them. “Can I sit next to you?” He tried to catch their eye, but they only turned a way and hummed a yes.
Y/N picked another blade of grass, rolling it around between their fingers. 
He leaned back with his arms supporting him, looking into the dark sky decorated by flecks of glowing stars. “Y’know Toph wouldn’t be so happy if you treated her element like that,” Zuko turned his head and offered Y/N a small smile.
Still looking into their lap, Y/N retorted with a wavering voice, “Speaking of Toph, I bet she was gonna talk to me, huh?”
Zuko ignored their comment, not out of ignorance, but his mind was running a thousand miles per hour. “I… I’m not sure if this is the best time to tell you-” He paused when Y/N’s eyes began to gloss over.
Y/N said in a dangerously low voice, “What? That you like me or some shit? I don’t even know what love means.” Tears began to slide down their cheeks.
Zuko was taken aback by what they said. Then, he was startled by the onslaught of rain that began to sprinkle onto them. Slowly, but surely, the stars were covered by heavy, water-filled clouds. His mouth gaped, “I knew that Y/N was a waterbender, but being able to control the weather with their emotions…”
Zuko quickly recovered from his discovery. “Y/N, please. At least head into camp with me,” he pleaded as he shielded his eyes from the rain.
Y/N’s tears were beginning to mix with the salty drops of rain that became larger. “Just leave me alone!” Y/N threw their hand out towards Zuko’s chest. 
The clouds clapped and emanated grumbling sounds of anger. Zuko’s eyes widened when a rope of lightning approached him. He couldn’t catch it in time to scoop it with his fingers, down towards his stomach, then shoot out to the opposite direction- Just as Uncle Iroh taught him. 
It all came too quickly.
Y/N was stunned at the sight of electricity dancing around Zuko’s quivering frame that fell harshly to the dirt. 
His eyelashes batted slowly. 
“Y/N…” Zuko groaned.
Darkness enveloped him.
-
Soft cushions supported Zuko’s body and a thin blanket layed over his legs. He looked up only to be greeted by the fabric of a tent.
Zuko attempted to prop himself up with his elbows, but he came down with a loud thud and a pained moan. He scanned his body for any visible pain and not to his surprise, was a crawling scar on his chest, specifically on the skin above his heart.
Zuko squeezed his eyes shut in agony, memories of last night came flooding into him, which made his heart wince even more.
“How could I be so stupid?” He thought. Zuko was pulled back from his trance of blame and sadness with the sound of the tent’s entrance being pulled open. Quickly, he shut his eyes, quipped up a calm face and pretended to be asleep. 
Y/N shouted behind their shoulder, “It’s alright Katara! I’ll take this shift.” They held a bowl of glimmering water, collected from their rainy rage last night.
They carefully set down the bowl next to Zuko’s head and slipped off their boots, careful not to track in any mud. 
Y/N didn’t make a single sound, no sighs escaped their lips as they wrapped their hands with water. It languidly slid between their fingers, glowing a little brighter each time a droplet joined their hands. 
They brought the healing water onto Zuko’s scarred chest that angrily glowed red, contrasting the cool blue hue. To Y/N’s dismay the wound didn’t diminish, not even by the slightest.
Zuko pried his eyes open, knowing Y/N was too concentrated on healing his wound, just enough to see their luscious lips whisper, “I hate it when Katara’s right about waterbending and my damn emotions…”
He shut his eyes again when Y/N slowly trailed their eyes up to his face. “Zuko, I…”
Zuko’s ears warmed up, already feeling the embarrassment he’d have to face when they told him that they knew he was awake this whole time. 
Y/N released a heavy sigh, “I’m sorry…”
He was stunned at Y/N’s words.
“I’m sorry that I led you on and hurt you like this!” Their eyes began to dampen. “You stayed with me when you could’ve left, instead you dealt with my dramatic ass last night,” Y/N laughed a little at the end. 
“I wanted to share the stars with you last night and see your face light up, instead I lit you up, literally…” They confessed.
Zuko couldn’t help, but tear his eyes open just a little. Y/N’s tears came down like rainfall, it splashed into their hands, joining the preexisting water on his chest. 
Y/N’s lip quivered, “You make me feel warm everytime you look at me with those amber eyes of yours. What I’m trying to say is… I love you too…” They were bawling at this point.
Suddenly, the once languid pools of water surrounding Y/N’s hands and Zuko’s chest, swirled up to Y/N’s arms and covered their upper body. 
“UHMM!” Y/N’s mouth gaped open in surprise and uncertainty. They tried to pry their hands away, but it stuck onto him like glue. 
“ZUKO!” They yelled, now in fear. 
Zuko’s eyes immediately shot up at the blue hue of water glowing brightly, not to mention Y/N’s hands pressing lightly on his scar. He would be blushing profusely at the contact, but that was the last thing he had on mind at the moment. The water swayed and flicked faster, releasing sounds similar to ocean waves crashing onto rocks.
No one outside seemed to hear the raging sounds that occurred in the tent. They didn’t even hear Y/N’s cries of help.
Zuko and Y/N were stuck. 
Zuko propped himself up with his arms, frantically scanning his eyes at the situation. His eyes were blown wide, “Y/N! YOUR- YOUR CHEST!”
Y/N felt their ears heat up. “MY WHAT?!” Out of instinct, they attempted to lift their arms to cover themselves from Zuko, forgetting they were glued onto him. 
Realizing what Zuko implied, he replied with a stutter, “N-No! I mean look down!”
When Y/N did, their chest glowed, no-
Y/N’s heart illuminated blue through their chest. The sensation was unexplainable. They felt warmth and comfort, though there was a mixture of power that surged throughout their body. The energy would have been unbearable, if it weren’t for the contact that they and Zuko shared at the moment.
Y/N was sharing something with Zuko through his own glowing heart.
“SPEAK FOR YOURSELF!” they yelled back.
When Zuko looked at his chest, underneath Y/N’s hands, there were blue flares. It resembled the flickering flames of fire, but it was cool to the touch like ocean water. 
The flares were kept at bay by their hands.
They both realized this, causing them to look up and lock eyes.
The brilliant light that emanated from their elements coming together became unbearable, causing them to close their eyes. The sound that followed it was a deafening pop!
Zuko was the first to comment on the situation after the rageous situation died down, “Look…”
Y/N noticed the water dissipating into mist, floating away calmly as if nothing at all had happened. Their nose scrunched up and their mouth turned up in a small smile.
There was wonder that twinkled in their eyes, Zuko noticed.
He cleared his throat, “You can, uh, let go now.” 
“Sorry!” Y/N’s cheeks flushed in embarrassment as they felt his toned chest under their light fingertips. They couldn’t look away from Zuko’s state: His usual tousled black hair was pulled back with occasional strands meeting his forehead. His pupils dilated in the tent that was no longer illuminated by Y/N’s water. Y/N lingered on a little longer at the sight, until they slowly looked down.
The pair sat face to face now: Y/N’s legs were tucked in under their knees, while Zuko’s was pulled close to him in a criss cross fashion. They both gasped at the sight of Zuko’s once scarred chest, now it was a small tattoo that resembled the Water Tribe crest. 
“YOU MARKED ME?” Zuko’s hands scrambled up to touch the mysterious tattoo. 
Y/N flinched at his voice and made their cheeks puff, “That’s what you ask after all that emotionally driven magic?”
“And if you’re so angry about it, then maybe I can make more marks to match it,” Y/N muttered to themself. 
Zuko wasn’t sure if they heard them right, but his interpretation made his cheeks blush profusely. “I… okay,” he looked past Y/N not wanting to meet their eyes. 
“You- you mean it?” Y/N was absolutely stunned.
“I mean it if you do as well,” Zuko timidly scratched the back of his neck. 
“I’m not really sure where to start,” he admitted.
“Don’t worry, I'll take care of you,” Y/N propped themself up on all fours and crawled closer to Zuko. They brought a gentle handle to his jaw and kissed the corner of his lips. 
Y/N placed their lips near his ear, “...because I love you so dearly.” 
Zuko’s hair stood straight at the sound of Y/N’s sultry voice. 
The feeling was short-lived as they pulled away and asked him to position his legs in a way that would allow Y/N to straddle his hips comfortably.
Y/N felt Zuko’s unsure hands trying to get a hold of them, his eyes were a little lost, but there was a sense of satisfaction at the way they connected together. Y/N carefully grabbed his wrists, guiding his hands to their hips.
Once again, Y/N whispered into the shell of Zuko’s ear, “Grip them here. Don’t worry, I won’t break.” Their little giggle made his spine tingle. Y/N slowly trailed their feathery-light fingertips along Zuko’s toned arms. The sensations that he felt were electrifying, it made his hairs stand on edge and toes curl. 
Y/N took their time on drinking up Zuko’s unraveling state. But they knew that he needed more. They snaked up one hand to his shoulder, while the other cradled the nape of his neck. Y/N licked their luscious lips and began to press soft kisses along his jawline. Slowly making their way to Zuko’s neck, Y/N began to nibble, receiving whimpers. They swirled their tongue on the little marks that they promised to leave. 
Zuko was ecstatic with this new feeling of warmth quite different from fire. He couldn’t help but groan as Y/N began to grind their hips onto his, each touch made him want to beg for more.
Y/N saw Zuko bite his reddening lips, he was holding back.
“Zu… just let it out,” Y/N said into his bruising collarbone.
Zuko moaned, “Ah… Y/N, that feels so good. Don’t stop doing that-” 
“Doing what?” they thrusted into him quickly. 
“Hnnngg… Fuck,” he groaned in delight. “Keep going!”
Y/N smirked and stopped. “Keep doing what? You gotta use your mouth of yours, baby,” they said innocently. 
“Thrust into me l-like there’s no tomorrow!” Zuko managed to gasp out.
Of course, Y/N did because just as much they loved teasing Zuko, they wanted to feel their body grind and connect in a different way. Y/N leaned into Zuko’s swollen red lips and latched onto it. He gasped and gapped his mouth open when they tugged on their hair roughly, allowing Y/N to slide their wet muscle in.
Y/N weaved in and out of his mouth, then allowed Zuko to explore theirs. His tongue was shy, but sure enough their saliva mixed leaving it to string out on a long strand between them when the pair pulled away. 
Y/N’s eyes dilated and looked deep within Zuko’s, “I love you with my whole illuminating heart.”
“And I love you with my little tattooed heart.”
𝔼𝕟𝕕𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖 | I’m sorry loves that we didn’t get a Sokka and Zuko interaction! This had way more words than I intended with a whopping 2.4k-ish, which is more than Sokka’s ending.
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