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steddieas-shegoes · 1 year

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Eddie was acting weird.

Well, he was always a little weird. But this was weirder than usual.

For one thing, he kept sneaking into the bedroom as soon as he got home from work, not even acknowledging that Steve was cooking dinner in the kitchen. He always came up behind him and kissed his shoulder before going to shower. Always. But not for the last couple of weeks.

Then, Steve noticed he would be on the phone with Hopper of all people. It’s not that they didn’t get along, they’d moved well past that, but they didn’t exactly seek each other out for conversations. He waited until Steve was in the shower or already in bed, which rubbed Steve a bit wrong. Eddie never hid shit from him.

But the turning point, the moment that Steve decided he needed to say something, was when Eddie went to dinner with Robin. Alone.

Eddie and Robin were friends. Some would even say close friends. It’s hard not to be when you face what they have together. But they always hung out with Steve.

So when Steve found out they’d been out without him, he confronted Eddie.

“What the hell are you up to?”

Steve was maybe coming off as a bit of an asshole. His hands on his hips like he was ready to discipline a child, his face serious, voice stern. But he had to know what was going on.

Eddie raised an eyebrow, not used to being at this end of Steve’s mom pose. He usually stood behind him with a smirk, arms crossed in front of his chest to emphasize his disappointment and amusement at whatever child had earned it.

“What do you mean?”

Steve rolled his eyes.

“You know what I mean.”

“Do I?”

“Dinner with Robin? Without me?”

“Am I not allowed to be her friend without you?”

Eddie’s voice had turned guarded in a way that it hadn’t been with Steve in years.

Steve paused. Something was wrong. Eddie wouldn’t be acting like this if it wasn’t something big.

But what could he possibly be talking with Robin and Hopper about secretly? Was he in trouble? Were they trying to charge him with something from years ago? Why would he go to Robin about that and not Steve? Why would he have to sneak into the bedroom every evening?

The math wasn’t adding up, but Steve nearly failed math two years in a row so maybe he shouldn’t try to make the calculations.

“Are you in trouble? I can help. We can go somewhere. Hopper doesn’t have to know. Is he helping you? He should, he knows you’re innocent. They can’t even charge you for anything anymore right? There’s like, a statue of limits or something?”

Eddie was staring blankly at him.

It must be worse.

Maybe he was going into Witness Protection and Steve couldn’t come so he was trying to plan how to tell Steve. Oh God, Steve couldn’t let him go with no idea where he would end up or what his name would even be.

“Eds, please. You can’t go. They may not give you a choice, but you could maybe write to me so I can follow you? I’ll change my name too.” Steve felt tears in his eyes, and he hated it. He hated that his reaction to this was panic and crying as if he was the one in trouble and on the run. “Do they know we’re a package deal? And Robin. Robin will have to come. Is that what you talked about at dinner?”

Eddie was still just staring at him.

“Eddie please. Talk to me.”

Eddie shook himself out of his stupor, looking down at the floor and mumbling something Steve couldn’t quite hear.

“What? I can’t hear you.”

“I’m taking you to Disney World.”

That was not a sentence Steve ever thought he would hear. Especially not from Eddie fucking Munson.

His first reaction was to laugh, but when he saw the way Eddie’s face fell, he stopped.

“Um. Okay. You’re serious,” Steve let his thoughts wander as he watched Eddie’s whole body tense the way it did when he was working himself up.

Steve thought about how they had watched the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade last year and saw a float from a new Disney film, he couldn’t remember which one now, but he remembered turning to Eddie and saying, “you know my parents never took me to Disney World? All that money and they spent it all on their exotic vacations and cruises and left me at home.” Eddie had looked at him like he broke his heart before he said “Wayne could never afford it so I never really bothered to ask.”

And it wasn’t that a lot of their friends had been. Growing up, more kids spent time at beach resorts or the lake for summer vacations. Disney was still so new to people, it seemed like a pipe dream for anyone who didn’t have at least a middle class income.

But Steve saw the commercials. He watched the movies. He secretly loved the idea of a whole park dedicated to the childhood happiness and magic he felt when he watched them.

But he never asked his parents, and by the time he thought he could try to go, he was “too old.”

He’d given up on the thought.

Eddie was playing with his rings nervously, still avoiding eye contact with Steve.

“You’re taking me to Disney World?” Steve felt his voice break as the realization washed over him.

Eddie was somehow finding the money to take him to a place he’d secretly wanted to go since he was a kid, even though it was a place he probably didn’t want to go, and he’d wanted to take him so badly he somehow involved Robin and Hopper in the planning process.

God, he loved him so much.

Steve stepped closer to Eddie, hesitantly reaching out to pull his hands apart and lace their fingers together.

Eddie finally looked up at him and Steve couldn’t help leaning in to kiss him softly.

“You’re taking me to Disney World.”

Eddie nodded, a smile slowly spreading across his face.

“How? When? Why does Robin know? Why does Hopper know?”

Eddie chuckled before he placed a kiss on Steve’s forehead.

“Robin knows because she’s been arranging everything. I couldn’t really do it here and work’s been busy so I couldn’t do it there. She offered to help. We’ve been planning it since last Christmas.”

Steve felt himself fall even more in love. Somehow, the love of his life and his platonic soulmate have been planning this incredible trip for him for six months and had only recently given anything away.

“Hopper knows because I did have to make sure I could leave the state. I know my name was cleared, but I just wanted to be certain. Then, he got involved with the planning because he wants to take El and Will this year.”

Steve was gonna start crying, probably any second. He could feel the lump in his throat getting thicker.

“I’ve been saving up anything extra for months. The kids all put in some money to buy your ticket. Mrs. Wheeler let me use Mr. Wheeler’s airline miles to book the flight so it was only about half the cost. Mrs. Henderson gave me her work bonus to put towards the hotel at Dustin’s insistence. Apparently she usually uses it to send him to camp, but he didn’t want to go this year. So. Yeah. Surprise?”

Steve was crying.

Everyone had played a part in this happening, and Eddie was the man behind it all.

Steve threw his arms around Eddie’s neck and jumped to wrap his legs around his waist. He did this all the time, so Eddie only stumbled a little before settling with his hands under Steve’s thighs to hold him up.

“I love you so fucking much,” Steve said against Eddie’s shoulder, tears staining his shirt. “Thank you.”

“I love you, too, sweetheart.”

Eddie placed a kiss on Steve's temple, letting his lips linger for a minute before pulling away.

“So we leave this weekend.”

Steve dropped his legs, immediately panicking about the trip.

“What? What about work? I have so much to do. How long will we be gone? I’m supposed to bring Dustin and Will to a show Sunday. Oh no. I don’t even have a bathing suit. There’s a pool at the hotel right?”

Eddie kissed him, effectively shutting him up, though not quite quelling his panic.

“I’ve already arranged all that. Mike got his license and got permission to drive them. Robin got you off the schedule. There’s a bathing suit in the bag I’ve been packing slowly for weeks.”

“Oh my God, that’s what you’ve been doing. I’ve been standing here waiting for my hello kiss while you secretly pack things for a surprise trip to Disney World. I’m so stupid.”

“Hey. None of that.”

Steve nodded once distractedly. Yeah, yeah, no talking negatively about his own intelligence or whatever they all made him agree to.

“When were you gonna tell me? When we were on the plane?”

“As if you would have arrived at an airport without asking me ten million questions,” Eddie rolled his eyes. “I was gonna tell you tomorrow night at dinner. Will even made this card that had clues inside.”

“Shit, I ruined it.”

“Sweetheart, no. It’s okay. I won’t tell Will. You can still keep the card. It’s a really cool design. He made Disney World look like a D&D game, said you’d probably not get all of it, but thought it was cool. It is, and I think I want him to design a tattoo for me when we get back, but I may have to call the shop in Indy I go to and –”

It was Steve’s turn to cut off his rambling with a kiss.

“I can’t wait to go with you. I can’t believe you would want to.”

“I’d go anywhere with you, you know that.”

“Yeah, I guess I do.”

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #tumblr drabbles #steve goes to disney world #i believe in my heart and soul that steve heals his inner child a lot at disney world #is that projection i hear #nooooooo couldn't be #i do not have the time to continue this right now but maybe someday #or if someone wants to take this on i would give you a hug and forehead kiss (if i can reach)

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lesbianslvt666 · 11 months

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ellie has a huge crush on a flirty classmate who always wears very short skirts and one day they get together for a physics assignment and ellie asks the reader into her room and things get heated between them, something like ellie fucking the nonstop reader for hours straight omg 😮‍💨

Thinking thots rn

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This was hard for Ellie, eight am classes were proven to be quiet the difficult task lately.

As soon as you entered the classroom your pretty scent illuminated and clouded all her senses.

Today your skirt was even shorter than the last one. You gave her a pretty smile and sat down to your now official seat.

To right next to her.

For the past two years Ellie had been hiding this little crush she had on you, at first it was easy, having only one class with you a week and with you seating to the opposite corner of the classroom, always paying attention and sometimes talking to your friends.

Ellie was in trance as soon as she saw you, pretty face, beautiful hair that seemed to change almost every month. And those skirts, good Lorde give her straight.

Ellie wasn’t the only one who notice how every semester your skirts got shorter and shorter, however she was always trying not to be a creep, keeping her eyes from wondering too long and trying to pay attention in class.

Just like today. Physics was one of Ellies favourite subjects, and DR. Lasky was her favourite professor, still, she hadn't heard a thing until now, the whole classroom booing at him.

"boohoo! Is your fault, none of you are paying attention to my class, therefore, I'll be the one to pick each other's partners!" his mischievous smile while saying that made Ellie and you chuckle at the same time, both looking at each other in surprise and when you caught her eyes, both turn back to look at the Lasky.

Warm cheeks and fast beating hearts connected.

This always happens at class, somehow both of you speak at the same time or laugh at the same small details. It made Ellies mind go wild and as Dina once told her "bitch you delulu" while rolling her eyes when Ellie told her you had said the same answer as her at the same time.

"okay, I'll do this with closed eyes" he picked two random people from the list of students and wrote them in the whiteboard.

One pair, two pairs.

Your name.

Followed by hers.

"fuck" she said under her breath, not looking at you.

"so I need this finished by Friday, today is… Tuesday second, so…" he said writing in big bold red letters "Friday 5th" I won't receive any, and I mean it! Homework after this date…" his voice steady while picking up his things, the assignment written beneath the date.

"hey, umm… Ellie right?" you pretty voice fogged every outside noise. She looked to where you were sitting, and to her surprise you were closer to her, leaning on her chair thinking she could hear you better this way.

Her blood flush from her neck to her ears, you were so close to her…

"yeah, that’s… um, that’s me!" she said with an awkward smile that melted our heart… and your panties…

"look, I was thinking if maybe we could start today? I have to finish another assignment for the week, so, it would be a relive if we could finish this first" your rant was followed by a sigh that ended your sentence and Ellie could picture you in other ways only with that

"yeah, um sure, like right now its fine? This was my last class of the day so…" her eyes fell to your legs again, she couldn’t stop herself, she wanted to squeeze them hard…

"umm, sure, I just… I do have another class, 'tsa short one, but if you send me your location I get to your place as soon as I am out, you have my number right?" you told her hurriedly, trying to get to your next class as soon as possible.

"yeah, yeah I have it, I texted you some study material the other week so…" she was a bit disappointed you even asked…

"perfect, fuck.. Umm, see ya' Ells. And um… text me your location!" your words hurry and your demeanour apologetic. You were sorry you had to leave her like that, but you'll make it up to her…

When Ellie arrived to her place she sent you her location and left her phone on her bed, she was kind of disappointed at how awkward she was around you.

She put some music and cleaned a bit, she wanted to give you a good impression, but her cleaning session was cut short when she heard the doorbell.

She opened the door to a smiling dripping you, clothes so wet they were sticking to your skin, your white shirt letting her know you weren't wearing a bra.

"hey… can I come in? is cold out here…" you said apologetically, soft smile clouding your features.

And she let you in, taking your bag and dragging you to her bathroom.

"let me get you a towel, and some clothes" she tossed you a towel a bit harder than she intended, the cloth falling in your head which only made you laugh hard, her cheeks went bright red, you looked spectacular…

"what, why? What happened to you?" her voice muffled by rooming around her closed trying to get you something comfortable to wear.

"one of your shirts is fine, I mean, it's only you and I right" you told her when you saw her compare her clothes, trying to find something that would fit you, due to her being taller than you.

She looked back at you, you were taking your clothes off without a second thought, fuck…

"so basically I went to my class and as soon as entered the classroom the teacher called on sick, I thought of getting something nice for us to eat but it's raining in the city right now so before I could get to the restaurant I like to order take out, the rain washed me over, so yeah…" you took Ellies shirt from her hand, she was looking at you and you didn’t mind.

As on queue the heavy droplets of water started to poor down, the sound relaxing to you.

You seamed clueless to Ellies crush on you but you truly did noticed, how she always looked at your legs, or at your breast, that’s why you always sat beside her, how you waved your hair a bit when you sit down, how you cross your legs in a way she could easily see you, how you always gave her something to think about… and now, how she was eating you all…

So you didn’t mind giving her a show…

Sitting on her bed while looking at her, she travelled to your eyes and shied, oh not right now…

"look at me Ellie…" you didn’t expecting your voice to come out so needy, and Ellie followed your command. You opened your legs for her, her shirt covering your nipples riding up until your panties were at her focal point, she almost fell to her knees.

"can I taste?" her voice somehow seemed more demanding than yours, as if both papers were inverse.

She was making it hard for you, hard for you to resist. Your hand travelled to your covered tit, toying with your nipple. "yes Ellie, fuck…" her hand now touching your lips on top of your underwear, she was going to go insane, the fabric so soaked with your sticky essence, tight on your cunt.

The hand that was on your boob made its way to her face, grabbing her by her chin and pushing her down to her knees, her face in direct contact with your heating pussy.

"don’t be shy now angel…" she took the words out of your mouth because she latched on to your clothed cunt, sucking on it through the cottony material.

You were squirming, moaning her name shamelessly, you knew she lived alone so you didn’t hid from her, how good she was making you feel.

She took your panties off and without wasting another second she went back to her place, the place where she belongs.

In between your thighs.

And she sucked and pull and massage your pussy for what it felt like hours to no end, the pleasure was getting too unbearable, a glowing feeling at the pit of your stomach signalling you that you were about to cum. To Ellie, the signal came from your twitching cunt, how you were closing on nothing, clenching empty.

So she gave you what you needed, one finger in, your pussy sucked it all the way, your moans filling the room and the squelching sounds mixing with it. Ellie felt high, the way you said her name while harshly pulling on your tits, face relaxed, eyes shut and mouth wide open.

While fingering with her tatted hand she took your face with her free one, veiny fingers guiding you to where she wanted you.

right beneath her.

"open your eyes angel" and so you did, you mouth still wide from the pleasure, and she took it as an opportunity, a glob of spit falling form her pretty lips to your hot tongue.

Your eyes rolled back on your head, how fucking dare she be this hot…

One orgasm, two orgasm, one water brake.

"so, I was thinking, maybe we could continue this until the rain is over…" you said sitting on her lap, both completely naked, glistening thighs from both of your wetness…

She smiled at you, her arm hugging you at your waist making you giggle. She unlocked her phone and opened the weather app. "here says that the rain will be over till tomorrow eight am" she said, smirk spreading all over her face.

this was shorter than expected... sorryyyyyyy

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krystalcat · 4 months

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Keep It To Myself

ღ Pairing: Jeong Yunho x fem!Reader

ღ Genre: Smut, angst

ღ Word count: 5,4k

ღ Warnings: cheating, toxic relantionship, voyeurism, reader is Yunho's lover,fwb with Mingi, unprotected sex (big no), creampie, fingering, oral (giving and receiving), dom!Yunho, sub!reader, yunho is massive, pet names(bunny), repressed feelings, praise kink, dacryphilia, rough sex?, lots of teasing, a sprinkle of degradation?, lmk if I forgot anything

ღ Summary: It's hard to keep your hands to yourself when someone like him crossed paths with you. Too bad he wasn't yours to begin with, but it's not like he cared anyways.

ღ Notes: This is the first time I'm writing smut fanfics. It's also been a long time since I've written anything. I hope you like it and I'm very open to (constructive) criticism! Also, English is not my first language and I haven't proofread this, so it's very possible to have grammatical mistakes or sentences that don't make much sense in English. I also got inspired by Elise's Keep It To Myself, so check that out! I'm also not entirely happy with how this turned out, but I figured it was best to post it before rewriting the plot for the 3rd or 4th time lol

ღ Disclaimer: This is only fiction, by writing this I am not trying to represent the member(s) in any way.

You tried studying in peace, but it was difficult when your roommate and his girlfriend were arguing for what it felt like the fiftieth time that week. After months, you still didn’t get used to it.

Despite not being close friends, you didn't think Yunho was the problem, since there was never gossip in your group of him being a toxic person, and the more passionate fights you heard, it was confirmed.

You saw his girlfriend’s behaviour regarding their relationship and Yunho: restricting who he spoke to, deleting his girl friends’ contacts on his phone, getting angry if he doesn’t answer quickly. You’d sometimes even laugh to yourself, saying she was another roommate - the only difference between her and you being the unpaid rent - so those atitudes weren’t hard to miss.

Hell, sometimes you even wondered how she never made a fuss of him having another woman as his roommate, at least you never heard an argument about that.

What bugged you the most was why the hell he wouldn’t break up with her, because he does recognize she’s not a good girlfriend, his screams coming from the kitchen confirm that. Their arguments have just gotten more frequent and boorish over time.

But now it wasn't only their fights that made you distracted. You would be lying if you said you didn't have a slight crush on Yunho when you first became roommates, always so polite and gentle whenever you both were in your home. But that's just him being nice and a good person, and after he had gotten a girlfriend you knew your feelings had to go away, which wasn't particularly easy since you both shared a house, but you still managed to do it.

The problem now? They came back stronger than ever. You knew that if you spent more than five minutes in the same room as him, you’d leap onto his arms and his girlfriend would literally kill you. Why? For the past two weeks or so right after they fight, they have some sort of angry-make-up sex, making you unable to control your fantasies.

Hearing Yunho’s groans and moans for the past days made you start having a sexual attraction towards him, and pleasuring yourself to them has been your guilty pleasure. You knew it was wrong, no amount of problems with her would make it okay for him to cheat, but God, the things you would do to switch places with her on that bed.

In the middle of the day, you would suddenly imagine the most filthy and nasty scenarios that made you crave those hands on your cunt, those lips on your breasts and his cock pounding deep inside you. You were addicted to something you hadn’t even try before.

You put down the pencil you were holding when you heard moans coming from Yunho’s room - his moans. Quietly making your way to your bed, you took your shorts and panties off, then laying on your bed.

“F-Fuck, Jiyeon” His faint deep groans sent a shiver down your spine. You suppressed your moans as you rubbed circles on your clit, adjusting your pace to the volume of Yunho’s moans, imagining it was you who made him feel that good and all the indecent things you would let him do to you.

Despite everything, you swore to yourself you’d keep this desire to yourself, that you would never flirt or makes moves on Yunho while was on a relationship.

But that is so fucking hard when he didn’t help you to repress your yearnings at all.

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While binge watching your favorite show, you see Yunho walking out from his room, completely dressed up: white buttoned-up shirt adorned with a black tie, black oxfords and pants that matched his dark blue suit. He checked himself out on the mirror in the living room, “I’m going out and probably won’t come back until tomorrow noon”.

“Got it” Your attention returned to the screen in front of you, hearing his shoes clicking on the floor and the front door shutting.

After maybe a episode or two, you heard the front door opening, hearing Yunho knocking his shoes on the entrance. You turned your head around to be met with a pissed Yunho.

“Didn’t realize it was tomorrow already” You snorted as he entered his room, gaining a grunt from him.

He went back to the living room, standing in front of the tv. You’d probably roll your eyes, if he wasn’t with the first four buttons unbuttoned. My God were you really malfunctioning just because of a little cleavage? You had no shame at all, “Yn I’m not in the mood for jokes right now”.

Quickly admiring his figure, you tried your best to not look affected by his looks, “Do you want to vent or need advice? If not, let me watch my show” His fingers massaged his temples, making him sigh.

“It’s nothing much, but would you really listen to me?” He sat next to you, positioning his elbows on his knees and turning his head to you, you paused you show and sat in a more comfortable position, your body facing his. Now this was unexpected, Yunho was always a reserved person who didn’t want to bother other people with his problems.

“She was supposed to meet me almost two hours ago for dinner and she’s not answering my texts or calls. We aren’t in the best terms lately and I’m scared, for us and her as well”

“Do you know were she might have gone?” He shook his head lightly, “Look, I don’t want to be rude, you don’t have to answer me, but why are you even with her?” He gazed into your eyes, opening his mouth to speak, only to close it again and divert his gaze from yours.

“I’ll have some drinks” He got up, “I’m not mad at you for asking that, I just need to clear my thoughts” He grabbed the keys he had previously left on the kitchen table, heading to his way out.

The butterflies in your stomach meant you should leave him alone, that you shouldn’t spend any sort of quality time together with him, it would melt your mind, making you bound to do something stupid. At the same time, you were worried Yunho would get himself in trouble, that he would let’s his emotions get the best of him, and you couldn’t bear something happening to him.

“Absolutely not” You got up from the couch heading towards his direction.

“I just want to be alone”

“Yeah but I’m not letting you go through that door”You crossed your arms as he stared back at you, “We don’t need to talk further, but stay here for a moment to collect your thoughts, I don’t want you to do something you’ll regret tomorrow, ok?”

He looked at you, to his feet, then getting up and going to his room. You sat back down, diverted your gaze and resumed the show, thinking he would disregard your words and go on with his life.

“What are you watching?” You jolted a little when he sat next to you - maybe a little too close for your liking, stomach doing flips and cheeks heating up - now dressed in black sweatpants and a white t-shirt.

And that’s how you two got closer, dangerously too close, because if being in the same room with him before was hard, now it was arduous. You both would now steal little glances at each other, he would flash you little smiles. When Jiyeon wasn’t there, you’d both tease each other while doing mundane tasks, which was mostly borderline flirting.

Also by some miracle the huge fights stopped, only small arguments here and there. Maybe Yunho did it out of respect for you and the conversation you both had that day, maybe Jiyeon just happened to be in a good temper, who knows. Everything seemed perfect: their relationship was great, no more angry sex, so that attraction towards Yunho disappeared and you had no more guilt looming over your head.

However, after that step forward, you took 100 steps back, because you were now having actual feelings towards Yunho. His smile brightens the room, his touch sends waves down your spine, his presence makes you feel giddy, his teases and flirts make your heart flutter. You had no idea how you got yourself in this situation, perhaps getting closer to him was the last thing you should’ve done to the greater of your sanity.

Your heart spoke louder than your mind, since you couldn’t distance from him once again, not now when you both are friends, and you know what a gentleman and nice person he is, you loved having him around.

What was your next move then? Getting someone else to replace your attraction towards Yunho, which you found quite hard, since you didn’t know many guys, let alone the ones that are both single and decent. Maybe that was a shitty move from you, but it’s still way better than playing around with someone who’s committed.

Lucky you, a few days later Yunho’s friends - who you already knew - came over to play some video games with him, and one of them ditched the hangout to make some moves on you.

“Sooo, are you single?” He asked, leaning on the wall as you made some noodles for dinner.

You laughed at his question, “You know I am Mingi” The tall guy approached you, “Just making sure, I find it hard that a beautiful woman like you is all alone”

“You sure know how to flatter someone” You giggled, turning your head to him with a smirk on your face “What do you want Mingi?” His confident attitude dropped as he widened his eyes, making you laugh lightly “Cat got your tongue? I know you want something, I just want to know what it is”

He cleared his throat, then asking “I-If I asked you if you want to go out with me, would you say yes?” without looking at you. You did not expect him to say something like that, and thought about it for a little: while you wanted to forget Yunho, you couldn’t use one of his friends as a toy, even you had limits.

“L-Look Mingi I think you’re cute, but I’m not ready for something serious and-” He interrupted you, “I thought about something more casual, if you know what I mean.” You let out a ‘oh’ “I-It’s totally okay if you don’t want, but since we’re both single and as I imagine frustrated, I thought why not...?” He clarified, still not making eye contact with you.

“Why not try?” He shot his head up at you, eyes wide and a slight smile on his face, “Really?” You nodded, “Do you want to go out tomorrow or do you think it’s too quick?” He asked. You approached him, gluing your body on his and wrapping your arms around his neck, “Tomorrow seems good”

He snaked his arms around your waist, kissing you slowly as his hands roamed your ass, sometimes tugging at it. Opening your mouth to deepen the kiss, you hands also made their way to his clothed crotch, making him separate the kiss and grunt silently. “Go back to your friends, I’ll make up for you tomorrow” You whispered, making him roll his eyes as he let go of you to go back to Yunho’s room.

Your little relationship with Mingi - if you could it even call it that - was doing you wonders, for some time your feelings for Yunho faded, specially when Mingi was balls deep into your cunt, all you could do was scream and whimper his name, brain turned into mush. Still, from time to time you would think it was Yunho instead of Mingi fucking you dumb, but you tried your best to repress those desires.

But one day you slip up, you moaned Yunho’s name out loud, and to say you were embarrassed was an understatement.

Mingi halted all movements. “I-I’m so sorry” You muttered under your breath, only loud enough for him to hear, voice cracking as tears filled your eyes. Mingi removed himself from you, “Yn look at me”

You refused to, continuing to stare at the pillow as Mingi caressed your hips, waiting for your response, “Yn I’m not mad, we’re not together, I’m just confused,” He heard your sniffs, making him turn you around and hug you.

“Do you want to stop?” You nodded, making him hold you tighter until he calmed you down enough so that he could bring your and his clothes.

After explaining the whole situation to him, he said he wouldn’t mind to keep your little ‘friends-with-benefits’ thing going on if you still wanted it and assured you he didn’t care about the slip-up. At the end, you knew he understood the mess you were in and took pity in your situation.

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You were awaken from a loud thud coming from the living room, heart racing as your mind thought about the most far-fetched and terrifying scenarios that it could. Slowly getting out of the bed and tiptoeing towards the bedroom door, you heard some mumbles coming from the other room.

You put your ear on the door to hear better. Knock knock knock. You jolted and gasped silently, backing away from the door, “Yn?” A female voice called from the other side, making you realize who it was. Opening the door you saw Jiyeon, smeared lipstick and smokey eyes adorning her delicate face as she reeked from alcohol.

“You scared the living shit out of me!” You whisper-yelled.

“Sorry, um... Yunho and I were at the club with some friends and he is pretty wasted, can I ask a favor?”

“Go on”

“So tomorrow I will be leaving town to meet my family, and I can’t be here looking after Yunho until he falls asleep, could you do that?”

“Jiyeon, I’m sorry but-”

“Please! I know it’s late and that I should have managed my time better, but it’s just this time and I trust you more than his friends to take good care of him”

Now, that was odd. Out of all the people in his life, you were the one she trusted the most? When you literally have feelings for him, have touched yourself while thinking of him and while she was the one on his bed. But Yunho is still your friend after all, surely nothing will go wrong while you care after him and tidy him, right?

“Okay, I'll try and do my best”

“Thank you so much, he's in the couch, probably half-awake” You both went to see him, he was laying on his back, hooded eyes staring through the ceiling, “I'll go now, thank you once again”.

With the door closing, it was just you and a drunk Yunho, who seemed to have a staring contest with the white ceiling.

“Yunho, are you feeling nauseous?” He kept facing the ceiling as you called his name from afar, “Yunho?" You spoke louder this time, getting closer, the smell of cheap liquor invading your nostrils.

“Uh... Whaaat?” His slurred speech would have almost made you laugh if you weren't worried sick for him.

“Do you wanna puke?” He shook his head. “Okay, let's go to your room, can you get up?” He slowly shifted in his seat and stood up, losing his balance immediately, falling on the couch.

“Great” You massaged your temples, “How am I supposed to carry you to your room?” You sat on his side, putting one of his arms around your neck and holding it as your left arm wrapped around his torso.

With a little difficulty, you stood up. Despite managing to support him, his weight still made you bump on the hallway. Reaching his room felt like minutes.

You sat him on the bed, then unlacing and taking off his shoes as he watched you silently. Then helping him getting rid of the black leather jacket, leaving him in a white tee and black jeans.

“Look, you stink, I need to run you a shower” You explained, “This will be weird, because I need you to take off your pants”

He nodded, complying to your task slowly as you looked away to not make this any more embarrassing.

“You can turn” He said, making you turn around and trying to help him get up from the bed, avoiding looking down at his bare thighs and crotch area, cheeks burning up at the thought of it.

With a blink of an eye, Yunho's left hand was behind your head as his right propped him up, making you freeze on his hold. “Can I kiss you?” After what felt like an eternity, he asked, making you widen your eyes, no answer leaving your mouth.

You wondered if it was the booze or him talking, but his red cheeks, messy hair, somewhat slurred speech and daze gave you the answer.

“You're drunk Yunho, you don't know what you're talking about” You explained after a long staring contest, failing to cover the disappointment in your voice.

“I really want to kiss you” His grip on your neck softened a little, starting to caress it, “You look better with me, not with Mingi” Silence fell in the room, you looked away from him and bit your lip, sighing. Sure it wasn’t a secret you two were together, although it was just fun and games between you two, but it shouldn’t bother him that you’re with someone else.

“Yunho” You started with an hoarse voice, holding the tears threatening to leave your eyes, “You're speaking nonsense, let's go, I'll turn the water on for you”

The grip on your neck strengthened once again and before you knew it your lips crashed.

Different from Yunho, you kept your eyes open and wide, a million thoughts raced through your head, before finally giving into the kiss as Yunho urged you to become closer.

He bit your lower lip, taking the opportunity to insert his tongue in your mouth as you let out a silent whimper, deepening the kiss.

Getting drunk on his tongue, you threw yourself onto Yunho, both falling onto the bed without letting go of each other. Rolling on top of you, he started caressing your cheek with his thumb.

After the probably best moment of your life, you let go of him, finally allowing you both to breathe. As you stared into each other's eyes, Yunho's thumb and index fingers (hooked) into your chin, closing the small distance between you.

You don't know what it was, maybe it was the drunken state leaving your body, the guilt of taking advantage of Yunho or Jiyeon's words resurfacing your mind. But it probably was a mix of the three. You stopped Yunho, taking his hands off of you, making him frown.

“This is a mistake, you’ll regret it tomorrow, probably you won’t even remember this once you’re sober” You stood up “I’m turning on the water” You said as you walked towards the bathroom to do it, hiding the tears that threatened to leave your eyes, but for the sake of appearances and the possibility of him remembering these events tomorrow, you hid it.

You didn’t speak to each other as you gave him a bath, he sat on the shower as you shampooed his hair and rinsed it. You gave up on scrubbing his body in the middle of it due to your heartbroken state. After drying him quickly, you gave his some boxers and pajamas, waiting for him to go to bed to make sure he wouldn’t hit is head or fall down.

After putting him to bed, you crawled back to yours, crying yourself to sleep while thinking about what happened and how you fucked your friendship up, wishing all of this was just a dream.

The next few days were awkward, Yunho kept talking with you as if nothing had happened, probably because he didn’t remember, but you still couldn’t forget his kiss and his (slurred) words that night. He sometimes would ask if everything was alright, but you lied saying the last days have been tiring and you just needed to rest well.

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You grabbed your keys, trying your best to make the least amount of silence possible since it was almost 1am. You had gone out with Mingi to a club, but before that, stopping at his house for some action.

The door opened, revealing your pitch dark apartment, just like you thought, Yunho was already asleep. You then shut it behind you and took off your heels to tiptoe towards your room. As you walked towards it, you saw the door from Yunho’s room wasn’t completely closed, a dim yellow light illuminating the hallway.

Since you didn’t hear a sound, you thought he had forgotten to turn off the light on his bedside, still trying to silently get into your room, slowly turning the door knob to open it.

“Yn...” Hearing your name coming in a low grunt from the other room made you shot your head up. You were pretty sure it was a moan coming from Yunho’s room, your cheeks flustered at the thought of him jerking off thinking of you.

Interest and curiosity took the best of you, making you silently spy Yunho through the door crack. He sat on the bed, no pants on, boxers still hanging on his feet as he slowly jerked himself off. Your mouth opened wide at the sight of his cock’s size. It was probably the biggest you have ever seen in real life.

After admiring his show for a few more moments, you realized you should leave before he catches you looking and make everything between you two even more awkward. As you made the way to your room, the wooden floor creaked, making you internally cursing yourself, hoping he didn’t notice it.

“Yn?” Yunho asked, opening his room’s door wide. Lucky for you, you were already at the front of your bedroom door.

“S-Sorry did I wake you up?” You gave him a slight smile, trying to be as convincing as possible.

“For someone who insists that kissing me was a mistake you sure were enjoying the view” Your face dropped, making you look like a deer in the headlights. Silence filled the whole apartment as Yunho waited for an answer.

“I-I’m sorry” Was all you said before looking away from him and heading to your room, but Yunho’s wasn’t accepting that so easily. He grabbed your arm and trapped you between the wall and himself.

“I can see it in your eyes, why are you lying to yourself?”

“Because you’re with someone else, that’s why. Just because she’s a poor excuse of a girlfriend that doesn’t make it right for you to cheat on her ”

“I don’t care about her”

“Liar!” Tears slowly streamed down your face “If you didn’t care you would’ve ended things a long time ago!”

“It’s complicated, and you know that! If you liked me so much you wouldn’t have started a relationship with Mingi either!” You took his hands off of you.

“We’re not together!” You tried to get away from him, only for Yunho to grab you once again and planting a kiss on your lips, making you relax on him.

He deepened the kiss, making you snake your arms behind his neck, tongue and teeth crashing together as lust and passion dominated you both. Still not letting go of each other, Yunho guided you to your room, closing the door behind him.

He let go of you, leaning a bit back to check you out “Fuck I can’t believe Mingi had all this to himself, you’re so fucking pretty” He attacked your neck with light kisses and bites, making you a whimpering mess as you got wetter.

“I love hearing your little whimpers, you’re so cute, Bunny” A shiver went down you spine “Do you like the nickname, Bunny?” He whispered in your ear, taunting you “These clothes look good on you, but I bet you look better without them” He sat in your bed as you stood in front of him.

You slowly took your clothes, Yunho’s eyes not leaving your body as he licked his lips. Only in your undergarments, you straddled his lap, his hands touching and grabbing every inch of your body. With a loud huff, he took off his t-shirt to reveal his chest and abs.

He pulled you to another kiss, this time a more passionate one, caressing your face as he unclasped your bra in one go, letting the straps fall on your arms. You pulled away from him to take it off, him grabbing and kissing them as light whimpers left your mouth.

He grabbed your hand, positioning it on his tent, “Fuck baby, I need to feel you right now”, you got on your knees, pulling his pants down to his feet, revealing his boxers already with a wet spot on his clothed tip. Touching him through his boxers made him throw his head back with a loud whimper, “Please for the love of God don’t tease me y/n”

You smirked, pulling his boxers down, revealing a leaking and angry tip. As you had already suspected, Yunho was big, you had no idea how it would fit you, but that was something to worry about later.

You started by stroking him and giving him kitty licks, his noises soon encouraged you to try and take him. “Oh fuck...” Yunho moaned and dropped himself on the bed as you sucked his tip, trying to suck more every time your head bobbed up and down.

Tears filled the corners of your eyes as his length hit the back of your throat, loving the stinging sensation it left behind. You felt a hand grabbing your hair lightly, making you look up, locking eyes with Yunho, his filled with lust, “You’re taking me so well bunny” his compliments only made you wetter and more eager to swallow more of his cock.

“Let me help you out b-bunny” He grabbed your hair in a ponytail to then force your throat down his shaft, tears streaming down your face as he wrecked your mouth. You moved your panties aside, making circles around your clit as he kept controlling your head movements.

He let out a deep chuckle, “Is my bunny horny just by sucking me off?” You let out a moan at his words, throat vibrating around his cock, making him moan as well. His movements faltered as his groans got louder and louder, soon him releasing in your mouth and his grip on your head.

You quickly moved back, coughing from the lack of air in your lungs, your throat stinging a but from the workout. Yunho grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him. He kissed your tears away, loving how wrecked you looked when he had done barely anything to you.

“Are you okay?” You nodded at his answer “I’m sorry for being so harsh, if I ever do anything you don’t like please warn me” You laughed slightly at his concerns, “Use me however you want” You whispered to his ear, noticing how his lips curved in a menacing grin.

“Is that so? Lay on the bed for me then, love” Hearing Yunho calling you love made you dizzy, by this time you had forgotten he had another woman he could call ‘love’, not a single once of guilt tainting your heart and making you doubt this moment.

You laid on the bed, it was Yunho’s turn to get on his knees. He pulled you closer towards him, giving you kisses along your thighs as you begged him to stop teasing you. He dragged your panties along your legs, throwing it somewhere on the room.

“Holy fuck...” You moaned out loud when he licked your folds, burying his head on your cunt, eating you out like there’s no tomorrow. You tried your best to contain your moans, which only riled Yunho up even more.

“Y-Yunho- Fuck, calm down” You whined, feeling overstimulated from his mouth alone, without even coming once, feeling him smirk as the kept tongue-fucking you. He backed away from your dripping cunt, arousal dripping down his chin.

“I thought you said you didn’t want me to tease you”

“Fuck yes I did, but if you keep going on I’m not lasting long”

“Great that’s my intention” He pushed one finger with ease inside you, making you whimper slightly “More” He chuckled at your reaction, complying to your wishes and adding another one. He thrust his fingers in and out of you, eliciting moans from you. You loved how deep his fingers went inside your cunt, still, it wasn’t enough for you.

“Y-Yunho” You moaned out loud, incapable of forming a full sentence.

“Hmm?” He looked up to you, watching your fucked out face contort with please, “Does my bunny want more?” You nodded your head quickly, making him chuckle, “You’re such a whore for me” and how right he was, you would let him do anything to you in this moment,

He added one more, stretching your cunt out as he lowered his head to your cunt. You combination of his fingers inside you and his tongue flickering your bud turned you into a moaning mess. You quickly felt your high approaching, and Yunho knew that by the way your pussy tightened around his fingers.

“Cum for me bunny, I know you want to” His words were enough to drive you to your edge, making you cream around his fingers as he kept lapping your clit, riding out your orgasm.

He took of his fingers and put them in front of you, making you clean them up and taste yourself.

“Do you want me to grab a condom?”

“Forget that, just go raw” He widened his eyes, “A-Are you sure?” you nodded your head. He got up on the bed, positioning himself between your thighs and his length in your entrance.

“I’m going slow, tell me when it’s okay to move” He slowly inserted his head in you, making moan and wrap your legs around his waist. As he kept pushing himself inside you, your moans grew louder until he bottomed out.

“F-Fuck, you’re huge” You groaned, he stilled inside you as he caressed your face and thighs to relax you. “You can move” He started slowly, you bit your lips to suppress the moans from leaving your mouth, clawing at the sheets.

Yunho tested the waters by speeding up the pace, drawing more moans from you, which gave him the green light to fuck you dumb. He placed your legs on his shoulders and lowered down to meet your lips, giving a short peck.

“Fuck Yn, you’re driving me crazy” He moaned out loud, making you smile, to which he asked “Why are you smiling?” His pace never faltering, his tip brushing your g-spot every time.

“T-The name you’re moaning is mine” You managed to speak between moans, “My bunny is so dirty” He laughed, his thrusts getting sloppier and his moans getting louder.

“Come inside me, please” You locked gazes, he gave you a taunting smirk as he used one of his hands to draw circles around your clit. You felt like your mind was breaking apart from the amount of pleasure, soon feeling a knot on your stomach.

“Do you like being full of me? Fuck, baby I’m so close” He announced, before bursting inside you, your walls sucking him dry. You loved the feeling of being full to the brim by him. Still inside you, he kept drawing circles on your bud and sucking on your breasts. Soon, you came as well, moaning his name out loud.

He removed himself from you, feeling his cum drip down onto the sheets, making a mess, “I’m grabbing a towel, don’t move” He grabbed it quickly, you barely noticing his absence.

He cleaned you up, giving you kisses. Still, a question lingered on your mind.

“What about us Yunho?”

“I’m ending things with Jiyeon, I love you yn”

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imbestforyou · 11 months

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you belong with me

pairing: jj maybank x bestfriend!reader

summary: reader is in love with jj, but jj’s dating another girl…

warnings: unmutual pining, minor profanity, poorly edited, cliffhanger (sorry i got lazy), short pt. 2 if people want it idk, little angst and fluff

approx. reading time: 8 minutes and 30 seconds

writing inspo: you belong with me (taylor’s version) by taylor swift

masterlist :)

“wait what?” i exclaimed. i was sitting in sarah’s room listening to her talk about her day at the beach with the pogues.

“yes i swear! he brought emily there and had his arm wrapped around her and everything! didn’t even surf, which is crazy for jj.”

“so he must be serious about this girl, right?” i sighed as i layed on her bed. i couldn’t believe it. jj maybank? in a relationship with a kook girl?

“i mean i don’t know much. but if i’m being honest, he didn’t seem that interested in her.” she talked as she curled her hair for her date with john b. i stayed silent. i couldn’t believe it.

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“hey y/n!” i stopped in my tracks. i knew that voice all too well. and it was the voice of someone i had been ignoring for the past two weeks. i turned slowly to face him.

“hey.” i said looking at the floor. purposely avoiding eye contact. it wasn’t that i didn’t want to see jj, i did. but it hurt to know he was dating someone else. especially emily, someone who was drastically different from me, from all the pogues to be honest.

“i feel like i haven’t seen you in forever. what’s up with that? sarah told me you’ve been sick, but i told her that was bullshit. you haven’t gotten sick since like the 3rd grade.” he grabbed me by the shoulders playfully. i look up to see emily staring at me from the bar.

“uh yeah. i don’t know what happened. probably got it from my parents after they came back from new york.” it was a lie. my parents hadn’t been to new york in ages.

with emily giving me a death stare and jj touching me, i was feeling claustrophobic and a little freaked out, “anyways look i’ll see you later. i have to get home and get some homework done.” i turn around and start walking before he can begin a sentence.

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you're on the phone with your girlfriend, she's upset

she's going off about something that you said

‘cause she doesn't get your humor like I do

my eyes were closed while i sunbathed on the beach before i was interrupted by another call on my phone.

jj <3 - 3 missed calls

jj <3 - calling now

“hello?”

“y/n? y/n! hey how- how are you doing?” he stutters a bit.

“hey i’m doing fine? are you okay? you sound a little weird.”

“i’m good just pissed at emily.” he huffed.

“ahh emily. so how is your new girlfriend?”

“she’s pissed at me for some lame joke i made with pope. and she called attacking me and shit because i was being a douchebag or something.”

“ha what else is new.” i joke. and he laughs which stops my heart for a minute. i pause then ask,

“what was the joke?” i ask, curious to know why emily would be so upset.

“i told her the dress she was wearing looked like a hospital gown and she got all pissed. wasn’t even a good joke…” he mumbled.

i laughed, he was right. it wasn’t, i could think of thousands of jokes better, but i could tell it must’ve been an attempt to make emily and pope laugh.

“i guess she doesn’t get your humor.”

“guess not…” he sighs then starts again,

“hey l was wondering if you wanted to hang out later. i don’t know i’ve been feeling really distant from you recently.

“yeah i’m sorry about that, um so like with the pogues or…?”

“nah just yo- sorry hold that thought emily’s calling me and i really don’t want to make her more mad. i’ll call you back.”

he never called back.

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im in the room, it's a typical tuesday night

im listening to the kind of music she doesn't like

and she'll never know your story like I do

a week had passed and he still hadn’t called me. i wasn’t even trying to ignore him anymore, he just was never around. school had ended and summer break had finally begun. and still no call.

as i layed on my bed and sang along to “the blue” by gracie abrams, sarah tries convincing me to talk to jj.

“why don’t you just call him? see what’s up? it’s not like him to be this distant. it’s with john b too, hasn’t been to the chateau recently. and you know how his dad is.”

“a shitty father is what he is.” i spit out. even though i was irritated at jj for not even trying to keep any communication between any of the pogues my hatred for luke will always be worse.

i sit up, “look he’s probably fine and with emily. i’ll talk to john b to get him to chill. but honestly i don’t think jj wants to keep contact with any of us. if he wanted to he would have.”

“i don’t know, you should call him. emily has like tied him up all for herself. have you noticed that?”

but she wears short skirts, I wear t-shirts

shes cheer captain and im on the bleachers

dreaming 'bout the day when you wake up and find

that what you're looking for has been here the whole time

“i mean i think everyone has. or that fact that she’s nothing like any of us and exactly like the type of girl he would make fun of.”

“a kook princess, like what i was.”

“exactly. i don’t want to judge him but why would he go into a relationship with someone who he so obviously doesn’t like?”

“something is up y/n. go figure it out.” she grabbed my car keys and pushed me out the door.

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standing by and waiting at your back door

all this time, how could you not know, baby?

you belong with me, you belong with me

i take a deep breathe before knocking at his door.

no response. i knock again.

“hello! anyone home?”

“shut the hell u- y/n?” jj opens the door.

“hi- hey i just came to check on you. can i come in?”

he turns back, no doubt looking for his father. “probably not the best idea.”

“yeah- yeah uh wanna go to mine? so we can talk?” he nods and shuts the door behind him. he doesn’t make eye contact but all i can do is stare at the blood on his face and knuckles.

oh, I remember you driving to my house

in the middle of the night

im the one who makes you laugh

when you know you're 'bout to cry

and I know your favorite songs

and you tell me 'bout your dreams

think I know where you belong

think I know it's with me

i unlock my house from the back door to hopefully not make as much noise. my parents couldn’t find out i was sneaking in a boy in the middle of the night. i hurriedly close the door to my room and turn to him.

“are you okay?” i spill out.

“yes.” he’s quiet, that’s not the jj i know.

“you know you can talk to us, right? like any of the pogues, we’re here for you. i’m here for you.” i move closer and touch the blood on his forehead, and he winces. his head is sticky, like if he had been sweating. and i can’t decide whether it’s because of the humidity or if he was fighting with his father. probably both.

“luke?” he just nods. my heart breaks for him. i grab his hand and let him sit on my bed. i grab my first aid kit and rubbing alcohol and get to work on the blood and bruises on his hand and knuckles.

we sit in comfortable silence. but it was mostly me waiting to see if he was going to talk about his dad.

“i didn’t want to ignore you guys.” he speaks so low, i almost couldnt hear him. i kneel down so i can look at his face.

“then why did you?”

“i- i told my dad something, stupid i know. but he blew up on me a couple weeks ago. told me his boss had a nice daughter named emily my age. said if i could get with her, he’d get more money or some shit. i don’t know i guess i wanted to make him proud. so i- i started dating her. kept fucking it up and he would beat the shit out of me. didn’t want you guys to see me like that.”

i sighed. my hands were holding his for comfort. something we’d done since we were kids but felt really unfamiliar now.

“what’d you tell your dad to make him set you up with emily?”

he coughed, “told’m that i loved someone.”

my heart dropped for the second time in two months. why did i even think for a second that’d i’d have a chance? i told myself we belonged together.

“oh.” i got up and released my hands from his. suddenly feeling very uncomfortable. i cleared my throat.

“um well, i have some sleeping bags in my closet and if you want you can sleep in my bed or um whatever feels more com-“

“i told him i loved you.”

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specialagentlokitty · 4 months

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Negan x teen!reader - I’ll look out for you

Hey I was wondering if you could do a suicidal/self harm reader x either negan, Rick or both (TWD) no worries is you don’t want to! I hope you are well too/ Ah I completely forgot to add but if you haven’t started writing the depressed reader x negan/rick that I requested a couple hours ago are you able to make it a teen reader?- Anon💜

T/W: mentions of self harm and suicidal thoughts

Looking around at everybody trying to rebuild Alexandria you looked down at the paper in your hands, and you got up.

Walking down the steps, you went inside the open cell and carefully set it on the cot.

You didn’t have anybody else to leave a letter for, you weren’t really sure why you were leaving him one, you weren’t all that close to Negan, but you felt like it was the right thing to do.

So, you left the cell again, and you ran to Carols home, rummaging through her things because you knew she had what you were looking for.

Finally, you found the gun, and you tucked it into the back of your jeans and put everything back where you had found it.

Now all you had to do was find a way to sneak out of the walls without being noticed, which was going to be hard because as you stepped outside the hole in the wall.

“Hey, where you going?” Rosita asked.

You looked towards her, giving her a smile.

“I’m just gonna try find some game.”

She nodded.

“Alright, come back before dark you know the rules.”

You nodded your head and made your way towards the road, because it was the only way you were going to find what you needed.

As you were making your way over you were stopped by Negan who held his arm out to prevent you from leaving.

“Hold up. Hold on now.”

You looked at him, giving him a little smile.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

You swatted his hand away from your shoulder.

“I’m going to find us food.”

“Alone?”

You shrugged a little bit.

“We need food Negan. We don’t have anybody to spare.”

Negan looked at you.

“You’re not bringing water with you? No weapons?”

“Huh? I have my knife, see?”

You moved your jacket aside to show Negan you did have a weapon with you and he nodded his head.

“Okay, and water?”

“I guess I forgot to grab some I was sort of in a rush trying to make the most of the day.”

You grinned sheepishly up at him, and he chuckled a little, shaking his head at you.

“Alright, wait here. Do no move.”

Negan set down what he was holding and made his way back into Alexandria.

You waited a few minutes before you started to jog away, waiting until you were out of view before you began to run as fast you could.

You didn’t want to be caught, and you didn’t want to be stopped either, this had to go the way you had planned, it couldn’t go wrong.

You didn’t know how much of a heady start you were going to have, or whether they would know where you went, hell, if they figured it out you didn’t think you were going to out run them.

You ran for as long as you could until your lungs began to burn and your legs ached, and you slowed down, placing your hands on your knees to take a few deep breaths.

Looking around, you found the small arrow you had carved into a tree a few weeks back when you were planning this out.

You changed direction slightly, take a turn in the road.

Negan had gone back to his cell, trying to find the canteen you had left in there when you were last visiting him.

He walked past his cot and he stopped, seeing the paper laying neatly there.

Furrowing his brows he sat down and picked it up.

He didn’t leave it there, but people were known to try run him out, so with a sigh he opened it to see what they had said this time.

But he recognised the handwriting as yours.

‘Don’t forget me. I’m sorry.’

That’s all that it said, just two simple sentences.

Holding the paper tightly he ran out the cell and back to where he had left you, but you were gone.

“Where did (Y/N) go?!”

Rosita looked over to him.

“Hunting.”

Negan shook his head, walking over and he pulled her to the side.

“No they didn’t..”

He glanced around and showed her the note you had left.

“You can’t take anybody else, if you do it’s o my going to scare (Y/N) into possibly doing something… I need to know where they would go to do this…”

“I’m not letting you go alone.”

“I swear I’ll bring the kid back, just tell me where I can find them.”

Rosita grumbled a little and turned away before sighing, looking at him.

“Come on, I think I know.”

They began to jog in the same direction as you, except instead of taking the road Rosita lead them into the trees.

“Where are we going?” Negan asked.

“There’s a cemetery out here, untouched by walkers because of the gates, their brother wanted to be buried out here. I know they sneak out to go sit with him, if they’re going anywhere it’s there.”

Negan nodded his head and he kept following her.

You finally find the cemetery, and you climbed up the corner fence, jumping down on the other side, and you walked over to the wooden cross.

Sitting down, you rested your back on the stone of whoever it was rested next to your brother.

“I’m sorry…” you whispered.

Reaching into your pocket, you pulled out the photo you had of you and him, placing it under a small stone to hold it in place.

“I know I said I’d keep going but I.. I just can’t…”

You took the gun out, setting it down in front of you and took your brothers jacket off, not wanting to ruin it.

Folding it up, you set it down neatly next to you, then you checked the chamber of the gun again just to make sure it had bullets and it did.

Taking a deep breath, you held the gun to the side of your head, and you took the safety off.

“Just wait for me…”

You slowly moved your finger to the trigger.

Your heart was pounding in your chest, your hand was shaking slightly, and tears began to fall down your face.

“Come on… come on…”

You were stuck in a kind of limbo.

You wanted to pull the trigger, hell, you were trying to pull it, but it was like you were frozen, stuck in a state if wanting and unable to.

Scoffing a little, you lowered gun, resting your head back and stared at the sky with tears falling down your face.

“Come on (Y/N)…. You can do it…”

“Hey kid…”

You snapped your head to the side and you raised the gun.

Negan immediately stopped, raising his hands.

“Hey, hey, hey, come on. Don’t do that.”

Negan studied you carefully, they way you were shaking, the tears falling down your face, and he looked to the grave which was covered in different coloured flowers.

Clearly you had put the care until finding and growing different flowers along here, taking good care of not only your brother but everybody else.

Negan gestured to the space opposite you.

“Can I?”

“Just… just go away…”

Negan shook his head.

“Nope. Not leaving you here with a gun pointed to your head kid, sorry.”

Negan lowered his hands, putting his hands in his pockets.

You didn’t take your gaze of him, and he knew why.

Because you knew the moment you did he was going to come and take the gun off you, he was going to stop you.

“You don’t have to do this (Y/N)… please…”

“I do….”

Negan shook his head, slowly walking away from you, trying to put some distance between the pair of you and you stood up, walking back a few steps.

He stopped walking and you did the same thing.

“Then talk to me kid, tell me what’s going on, why you think you have to do this. What’s going on in that clever head of yours?”

Negan sat on some headstone, and you narrowed your eyes at him, so he stood up.

“Let’s just talk for a while, yeah? Just us.”

“How did you find me Negan?”

He sighed.

“Rosita brought me. She left.”

“You should leave too. I’m not leaving this place Negan.”

“Yes, you are. I’ll make sure you are.”

You shook your head, leaning against a tree.

“I.. it shouldn’t have been him… he.. he shouldn’t have died… I.. I should have…”

“You can’t believe that. Maybe I wasn’t there, but I heard what your brother did, and he did it to protect you (Y/N), because he wanted to give you a fighting chance in this world.”

You looked at him, and he did the same thing.

“Listen to me kid, there is so many other options. You shouldn’t have to go through this alone, and I can’t just stand here and watch you put a bullet through your skull.”

You scoffed.

“You don’t get a say…”

“Why?”

“Because this.. this is my choice… I.. I’ve made my choice…”

Negan sighed, running a hand down his face, taking a shaky breath.

“(Y/N), you don’t deserve a death like this…”

“No? So I deserve to be killed by a Walker? Shot by some asshole?”

“No! You deserve to live a damn long life! And if you kill yourself I can never make sure you get that!”

You glanced away, and he used this as his chance to get closer, stopping by another headstone in hopes you wouldn’t notice.

You sniffled a little bit, turned your head towards the ground.

You slowly sat down against the tree, and you wiped your tears with your free hand.

Negan walked over to your brothers grave, and he picked up the jacket, draping it over his shoulder after shaking the leaves from it.

“You are so kind, and caring. I.. I hate to see you hurting like this (Y/N), I can’t. I know he wouldn’t want you to be hurting like this either.”

Negan slowly walked over, stopping when you looked up and he crouched down, offering you a gentle smile.

“This world needs more people like you…”

“Depressed?”

“Kind.”

He smiled at you, lowering his head as he sighed slightly.

“I never had any kids of my own, but Lucille would’ve loved you and you brother, and I bet right now she’s up there with him, looking after him.”

You looked up at him.

“They’re looking after each other. You’re not alone down here kid, you’re far from it.”

“I don’t have anything anymore Negan…”

“But you do, don’t you get it? You have so much, you have so much hope when we don’t, you always try to make everybody else feel better before yourself.”

Negan looked at you, a few tears building up in his eyes and he took a deep breath, looking away from you.

“If I had a kid who was like you, god I’d be the proudest father in the world.”

You sniffled a little bit. Shaking your head.

“How long have you been feeling like this…?”

“Since he died three years ago…”

“Oh (Y/N), come here.”

Negan held out his arm to you and you shook your head at him.

“I.. can’t do this anymore…”

You moved your finger back to the trigger and his eyes widened.

“No, no, no, no, no, please, please. Give me the gun. Please.” He pleaded with you.

Negan sat on his knees, not wanting to move any closer in case he scared you.

“Please (Y/N)…”

You slowly lowered the gun, and you held it out to him, letting him take it and empty if it from the bullets, then he tossed it to the side.

Negan grabbed your hand and he pulled you into him, letting you crash into his chest, hold on you tightly.

“You’re not alone…”

You sobbed even harder, and he rested his chin on the top of your head.

“I’m never going to leave you alone kid…”

Negan took a deep breath, and he looked at your arm, the old and fresh scars that littered your skin.

“You’re going to be okay…”

“What if I’m not…?”

You pulled away so you could look at him, and he offered you a soft smile, draping your brothers jacket back over your shoulders.

“You will, wanna know why?”

You nodded and he placed his hand on your head.

“Cause you’re badass, and you don’t take shit from anyone.”

Negan picked up the gun and bullets, putting them in his own pocket, and he showed you the photo that you had also left by the grave.

He looked at it, then showed it to you, pointed to you.

“You see that smile?”

You nodded.

“You’re going to get that smile back one day. I’ll make sure you do.”

He held his hands out to you, and you let him pull you up, and into another hug.

“You’ll let me help you?”

You sniffled, nodding your head.

“I don’t wanna be alone Negan…”

“Well, just as well you’ve got me huh? Cause I’m not leaving you alone, where you go I go, yeah?”

You nodded again.

“Come on kid.”

Negan took you back to the road you had used to get there, both of you making your way to Alexandria.

“You going to show me where you’ve been hiding all these things to hurt yourself?”

“I.. I can’t..”

He glanced at you.

“Why?”

“I… I need them…”

“Hey, listen to me. You don’t need them, you don’t need to do this to yourself. Okay? I don’t want you to do this to yourself, if you feel like you have to you come straight to me, I don’t care where I am or what I’m doing, you come find me (Y/N).”

You didn’t say anything and he sighed, wrapping his arm around your shoulder to hold you.

“You don’t deserve that.”

You glanced down at your feet.

“I’ll find them either way you know I will.”

You nodded.

“So, when you want to hurt yourself again, you come to me.”

“Will you tell anyone..?”

“Nah, just us. Me and you. That’s it.”

“Thank you…”

Negan smiled down at you, leading you back towards the gates of Alexandria where Rosita was waiting.

He took you back over to where he was working and sat you down on a step, sitting next to you and he handed you an apple.

You looked at him and he grinned a little bit.

“I’ve got you kid. Don’t worry.”

You nodded and turned to sit sideways, resting your back on his side, just staring at the apple.

You didn’t have the strength to take your own life, not like that anyway, but you still wanted to, and ideas ran through your head trying to figure out what you wanted to do.

You wanted to die.

You didn’t know if you could think of anything else at this point, it’s all you had thought about for long your kind was consumed by the dark thoughts swirling around it.

Negan saw this, and he placed a hand on your head.

It was a small gesture, but it snapped you out of your head and that’s what he wanted.

Because he was scared that the teenager he had grown to enjoy talking to, looking after since he was let out of the cell was going to leave and that would be it.

He wanted to do good, he wanted to protect you, he just didn’t know how yet

#the walking dead imagine #the walking dead #the walking dead x reader #the walking dead x you #the walking dead x y/n #twd #twd x reader #twd x you #twd x y/n #twd imagine #Negan smith #negan smith x reader #negan smith x you #negan smith x y/n #Negan smith imagine

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ABOUT DAMN TIME - VIOLET & LUKE

❥ — ꒰ pairing ꒱ violet + luke hughes

❥ — ꒰ synopsis ꒱in which Violet and Luke tell those closest to them they're together!!

❥ — ꒰ content ꒱ fluff. maybe some swear words

❥ — ꒰ note ꒱ can't believe we haven't talked about this sooner!! thanks to the nonnie who suggested it!! I loved writing luke and violet from other people's perspectives

⌕ | jack (last few days of regular season)

Would find out first since he's the one who flew her to Jersey!! He comes back to the apartment a few hours later and finds them cuddled up on the couch together. He desperately studies both of their expressions trying to guess how their reunion went but nothing is really out of the ordinary. Luke has that content little smile on his face he always has when he's in Violet's presence and Violet has that little glint in her eye when she looks at him like he's hung the moon.

"hey," Luke says as he takes a seat on the couch they're not occupying and Jack just stares at them, waiting for them to say something, anything, but both of them simply turn their attention back to the TV.

"Are you hungry babe?" Luke asks, kissing Violet on the cheek before her reaches for his phone, probably to order something.

"A little," Violet replies and Jack releases an annoyed breath.

"Are you two together now?" Jack asks abruptly and both of them look at him.

"I just kissed her and called her babe. That's not enough to tell you we're together now?" Luke asks and Jack just stares at him dumbfounded for a moment because Jack can't even remember how many times Luke has called Violet babe and kissed her over the past seven years.

"Yes, we're together now," Violet says, linking her fingers with Luke's as they exchange big grins.

"Thank fuck. Only took you about seven years," Jack says and Luke throws him with a pillow, but Jack just looks at them with a fond smile on his face.

⌕ | quinn // ellen + jim (2023 new jersey playoffs)

Violet and Luke were sitting closely together at a table in the New Jersey box, along with Ellen, Jim, and Quinn, all of them waiting for them game to start.

"Think they're gonna play you soon?" Quinn asks Luke and he shrugs, running his hand through Violet's hair.

"I don't know. It's the playoffs. Don't know if they want a rookie out there," Luke mumbles

"They'd be stupid not to use you, they haven't been playing very great anyway. A change would be good," Violet says smiling optimistically up at him and he can't help but lower his head and connect their lips in a soft kiss. All eyes shoot to Ellen when a gasp leaves her mouth.

"Oh my God. You kissed! Jim they kissed. You kissed," she directs that last sentence almost accusingly at Luke and Violet.

"What? I'm not allowed to kiss my girlfriend?" Luke asks cheekily and Ellen gasps again as Quinn chuckles.

"Damn," Quinn says grinning widely, knocking his shoulder into Violet's.

"You guys are finally together?" Ellen asks, grabbing Violet's hands that lie on the table and squeezing them tightly, smiling lovingly at her and Violet nods.

"It's about damn time," Jim says sending Violet a wink and they all laugh.

⌕ | dylan, mark, ethan (summer '23)

"you know, since Luke moved out, we have the extra room in the house..." Mark says wiggling his eyebrows suggestively and Violet laughs at him, shaking her head.

"Stop flirting with my girlfriend Estapa," Luke yells from the kitchen and Dylan jumps up so quickly he knocks over the chair he was sitting on.

"He said girlfriend. Are you his girlfriend?!" Dylan yells and Violet laughs nodding at him.

"How long?" Ethan asks frowning as Luke comes back into the living room with drinks.

"Only a few weeks now..." Luke answers and Dylan pouts a little, picking up his chair.

"And you guys didn't tell me? I've been suffering through your mutual obliviousness for years," Dylan says and Violet has to bite her lip to stop herself from laughing at how genuinely upset he looks.

"We wanted to wait to tell you in person Dukes," Luke says softly and his friend contemplates a few minutes before grinning, jumping and attacking Luke in a big hug.

"You're dating her!" Dylan says, a little bit of disbelief in his tone.

"I know," Luke replies, in the same tone, thinking back to how many times he's gushed about his feelings for Violet to his best friend.

"Congrats guys," Ethan says tapping Luke on the back and giving her a quick hug.

"Well it's about time, I was about to steal your girl," Mark says and Violet laughs. It's a bit of a running joke they have to call Mark "Mr. Steal your girl" for how often he accidentally flirts with a teammates girlfriend.

As Violet takes a seat on her boyfriend's lap she can't help but agree. It's about damn time.

#⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ violet + luke ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

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Backdrop: You and Bucky live in the same apartment complex but haven't spoken more than a few words. One night, Bucky decides to change that. Pairing: James 'Bucky' Barnes x fem!reader. Warnings: mentions of bucky’s ptsd and my subpar writing. A's notes: this is just based on the scene pictured above from the first episode of fatws. excuse spelling and any other mistakes throughout this one-shot. this has been sitting in my drafts for ages. Word count: 2.7k

James kept to himself whenever he came into the bar you worked at. The two of you always exchanged kind glances at each other. They were no different than the ones you shared in the hallway of the apartment building you both lived in. He was a man of few words and after he came in a few times, you knew his drink order. He had a select variety which would indicate the type of day he's had or his mood. You never asked about his life and you two only ever said a few sentences to each other. He wanted to talk to you, he truly did but his words always got stuck in his throat. You were so pretty and innocent; he didn't want to taint that with his overly-complicated existence.

"James, is there anyone you've talked to other than me this week?" his therapist asks him, readying the pad and pen if he lied to her face again. There was a pause. He thought back to you and all the mental images he kept of you the past seven days. Last night, he nursed some cheap beer and watched you work; talking to some of the regulars at the bar, asking about the home life of some you had grown close to, smiling and laughing at whatever funny joke was told to you. He was completely enamored with you but he was too chicken to say anything more than his drink order and 'thank you'.

"James? I asked you a question. Do you talk to anyone once you step foot outside my office?" She pressed.

"Yes," he quietly answered. "there's a woman…she works at a bar near my apartment." the corners of his lips tugging ever so slightly upwards. The look of shock on her face pulling them higher. "She lives a couple doors down from me." James quickly added before she wrote in her notepad.

"I'm not lying." he spoke through gritted teeth.

"I know, I'm just making a note of it for next time." she deadpanned, internally relishing that he was making some progress with another human being.

"Do you two talk when you're at the bar?"

"She's working so I don't say much." he answers with a sigh.

"And when you see her at the apartment? Do you say anything at all?" she pressed on him again.

"We say hi or nod at each other." he stoically answers causing her to set aside her pad and lean forward in her seat.

"James, you need to nurture friendships. I'm not forcing you to date this woman but make an effort in talking with her. I think it would be good for you," her words were sincere. "Do you even know her name?"

"Y/N." there was that smile again.

He came right on time as always. Your heart always beat a little faster when you saw him. There was something about him that made you feel safe even though you didn't speak. You could tell he was a private man. You enjoyed your small interactions with him. Although brief, you could tell he was a good man. He'd probably been through a lot and suffered a lot of loss from what you figured. He looked to be in a good mood so you brought him his usual domestic beer with a smile. He nodded with a smile in return and proceeded to take a swig.

Your shift went by quick. Before you knew it, midnight had come. It had been a quiet but decent shift. You organized your tips to stuff into your front pocket.

"Mind if I walk you home?" he asked from his stool, finishing off his seventh bottle. You nearly jumped two feet at hearing his voice. He had practiced those six words in his head for the last two hours, hoping his voice wouldn't come off shaky.

Once you slowed your heart rate, your lips tugged into a smile and gave a small nod to him. The small response was enough to make his heart leap. He stood and walked to the door, holding it open for you to exit first.

It was a pleasant surprise for both of you to be in this setting; walking down the bustling street to your apartment complex. He mainly kept his hands in his pocket aside from the brief moment where he tugged at your arm to prevent you from clashing with a man who was looking down at his phone and clearly not paying attention to his surroundings. As quickly as it happened, his hand was back in his pocket. The walk was silent but comfortable. You had questions and obviously wanted to know more about him but you didn’t want to push him to talk if he wasn’t ready to open up. A part of you knew that he wasn’t one to be forthcoming with information he wasn’t comfortable sharing.

Before you knew it, you two were in the building and walking down the hallway to your respective doors. You turned around to thank him but at the last second, you grew bold and so you got on your toes to plant a soft peck on his cheek. It caught both of you off guard and you wanted to run away but you stayed in your spot; waiting for some reaction from him. The blood began rushing to his face. It had been decades since James had any physical contact with a woman.

“Goodnight, James and thank you for walking me home.” you softly spoke but before you could turn away to head to your door, his hand took hold of yours.

“You can call me Bucky,” he spoke, looking down at the floor before making eye contact with you, a small smile piercing through his usual stoic expression.

You gave his hand a light squeeze and tried to contain the goofy smile attempting to shine through, nodding and walking backwards to your door as you spun your keys on your ring finger.

“Shall we do this again tomorrow night, Bucky?” you smirked as you reached your door. His smile grew and he nodded.

With that, something new and wonderful blossomed.

As weeks passed, the two of you continued this little routine of him walking you home from work. He started talking with you more, especially when he noticed a particular man making you uncomfortable. He’d find some way to take your mind off it and keep you occupied or shoot the man a death glare that you prayed you’d never be on the receiving end of. You learned that he was a little lonely since coming back from the Snap. He’d recently lost his childhood best friend and from what you deciphered from your conversations, his family had been long gone. It hurt you to hear him speak of those he lost. You didn’t press and always listened. He liked that you didn’t bother him for details or press him to tell you more. He enjoyed that you gave him the time and space to tell you things about himself when he was ready.

When walking back to the apartment, you would hold his arm and he didn’t seem to mind. He liked having you close even if he didn’t verbally communicate that to you. He grew more bold as time passed. He’d attempt flirting with you such as complimenting your smile or using a corny pick up line that he’d hope you’d like. After a few weeks, he would walk you to your door and hug you goodnight. After a month, he started planting small kisses on your head when giving you those hugs. That’s when you learned he was a military man. He wore his dog tags under his shirt. Given the height difference, you could feel them against your cheek underneath the fabric. You didn’t ask about his time in the military as you figured that was a conversation for down the road. You often kissed him on the cheek or gave his hands a squeeze as a thank you. You were going to sleep happy and hopeful that one day you two could go on an actual date and see each other in a different setting.

You truly got to know Bucky one particular night. Being that you worked at a bar, there was a television for background noise and to give some of the guys something to stare at when there was a game or big event happening. It was on the night that the government had announced it’s new Captain America. It was the main topic of most conversations at the bar that night. To you, it didn’t feel right. You had heard about Falcon having the shield passed down to him personally by Steve Rogers himself but donating it to the Captain America exhibit about a month ago. When you watched the announcement, your heart fell into your stomach. It didn’t sit right in your gut and frankly, it angered a part of you. You respected the legacy the man left behind. If the Captain chose to pass it down to the Falcon, shouldn’t he be the one donning the shield? With that announcement being the big news of the day, it altered the energy of your shift.

Bucky came in at his usual time. You could tell he had seen the news and that he was tremendously bothered by it. In the time you got to spend with Bucky, you knew when he was faking his smile at you. His smiles were genuine when they reached his eyes and as corny as it sounds, they would somewhat twinkle when he was happy. In his greeting to you, you saw none of that. You didn’t press and proceeded to change the channel to a soccer game to shift the mood and conversations of the bar. Bucky didn’t say much to you during your shift but you could tell when his eyes were on you. He had a habit of using you as his focal point as a way to ground him when he was at the bar on nights when it would get rowdy or if he picked up on a certain conversation that bothered him. It was a way for him to drown all of it out. You didn’t interact as even you could feel from across the bar that he wasn’t in the jaunty, talking mood.

Your shift went by as usual and you were cleaning up your station and gathering your tips for the night when one of the regulars started making small talk with you. They usually did when you were closing out your shift. They asked you about the news of the Captain America and what your honest opinion was of it.

“Should’ve stayed in the museum or stayed with the Falcon.” you casually spoke as you counted the bills in your hand. “I don’t have a good feeling about this new Cap, if I’m being honest. He hasn’t saved the world, never fought with the Avengers and I don’t remember Captain America having a gun so safe to say I won’t be buying his lunchbox.” emitting a dry chuckle with a shrug, giving them a pat goodbye as you made your way to Bucky.

Your walk home was mostly silent. He asked you about your day and that was the extent of your conversation with him. You held on to his arm as usual all the way to your apartment door.

“Did you mean what you said at the bar about…” he trailed off as his eyes met yours. He looked frustrated. He must’ve taken the news pretty hard you figured and only nodded to support your statements at the bar.

He suddenly pulled you into him and held you close. You could feel him slightly trembling. It worried you so you wrapped your arms around him and stayed in that position for what seemed like minutes. He kissed your head as always and when he finally pulled away, you could see pure sadness in his eyes.

“Bucky…talk to me” you softly pleaded. It was the first time you asked him to open up on your terms, not his. You were worried and concerned. Everything that night told you something was off about the man before you. He wasn’t the Bucky you had come to adore and possibly love. He stayed silent for a moment like he was thinking over how to respond to you.

“Tomorrow morning, breakfast? You’ve had a busy night and we can talk in the daylight for once.” he flashed you sheepish smile. You eyed him for a few seconds and understood that it was his way of saying ‘I’ll open up to you tomorrow’.

“Sounds good to me, Bucky. Plus, I can finally see your face under natural sunlight instead of fluorescent street lights.” You nodded with a soft chuckle, easing his anxiety that you wouldn’t take his offer. You grabbed hold of his hand, giving it a small squeeze. “See you here at 9 tomorrow.” you grabbed your keys and went into your apartment with a sigh; hopeful that some sleep was all he needed to ease his mind before your morning date.

You were peacefully sleeping until noise from Bucky’s apartment pierced your walls. It was four in the morning. You thought nothing of it until the noise continued and grew louder. You quickly put on a hoodie, grabbed your pocket knife and ran over next door. You knocked on his door loudly, asking if everything was alright. The yells didn’t stop and when your hand grabbed the knob to jiggle it to make some noise, you realized it was unlocked. You hesitated for a split second before barging in.

Upon entering, you see Bucky on the ground over a blanket in front of his television. You looked around for any possible intruders before rushing to him. You froze at the sight of his left arm. You didn’t have much time to process the new revelation as Bucky was sweating profusely and clearly having a nightmare. Your instinct was to wake him but a part of you told you not to. You had heard somewhere from a customer who had a friend with PTSD tell you vehemently to never wake someone during an episode. You pulled away and shakily took a seat in the loveseat next to him, putting the pillow between him and the chair so he wouldn’t hurt himself if he moved around. You observed the makeshift bed made up of just a couple of blankets and a pillow on the floor. It pained you realizing that you really didn’t know Bucky. You calmed yourself down and adjusted yourself on the loveseat, hoping the episode would pass.

A few minutes went by and you realized he wasn’t yelling anymore. You relaxed a bit and drifted off to a slumber, not registering that you were still in his apartment. About twenty minutes later, Bucky shot up, panting and covered in a thick layer of sweat. His heavy breathing woke you and you quickly moved to the floor to assess him, your face coming into view being a surprise to him.

“How…how you’d get in here, Y/N?” you tried not to stare too much at his arm.

“Y-your door was unlocked when I came t-to check on you,” you stumbled over your words, “I heard you yelling…was worried there was an intruder o-or something.” you kept your eyes on his and hoped he wouldn’t notice you stuttering so much due to shock and worry.

He rubbed his vibranium hand over his face. When his eyes met your again, he saw that you were staring at his arm. You looked scared and when you noticed him looking at you, in a blink you were back to worrying about him.

“Are you okay?” you asked with so much worry in your tone it made Bucky worry about you more.

“Y/N…you-”

“Did someone do this to you?” you cut him off as your hand reached toward his arm. It was cold unlike the rest of his body that was covered in sweat.

His biggest fear was having you reject him because of his past and physicality but the more he stared at you, the more he realized that you weren’t scared of him, you were scared for him. Bucky never wanted you to find out this way but he knew he had to come clean to you about himself sooner or later. He was just hoping it would be later rather than sooner.

“I think now would be a good time for a coffee…”

#bucky barnes x reader #james barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #james barnes imagine #fatws imagine #winter soldier imagine #falcon and the winter soldier imagine #marvel imagine #mcu imagine

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clementine-writes-things · 3 months

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Obsession Confession - E.N

Summary: Being a part of Oswald's mayoral campaign (and being his friend), you ended up crossing paths with Edward Nygma. Your crush on him increases every day that goes by. Turns out the feeling is reciprocated.

Content Warning: SLOWBURN Smut, sexual tension, explicit language, Dom!Edward, Slightly Egotistical!Edward, Slightly Mean!Edward, Sub!Reader, praise kink, Obsessed!Reader, slight humiliation kink, power play, oral (male recieving and female recieving), slightly toxic!Edward, pronouns for y/n are she/her, female!reader, Obsessed!Edward.

Requested by: @i-smoke-chapstick

Guys I put my whole BUSSY into this thing and experimented with a new writing style with color and italics and bold. Let me know your opinions on it and feel free to send requests. I listened to one specific genre of music the whole time I wrote this but here are a few songs that I replayed a lot that I felt matched the situation.

LET ME SEE YA MOVE! - Lumi Athena

Freak Show - Punkinloveee

Megalomaniac - KMFDM

(Please for the love of God let him be real. Why can't he be real?)

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Politics were never y/n's forte, not by a long shot. Hell, even when a presidential election came around, she had a hard time keeping up with who to vote for. All the big fancy words and terms, the arguments, it was all very confusing. Now, don't go and think that she is a common bimbo, because that is far from the truth. Y/n is a very bright girl, extremely bright. A very caring soul with a passion for altruism and kindness. But, that was also her biggest weakness. Her generosity and kindness for others was what led to her being taken advantage of. Manipulated. Screwed over. She was a doormat basically. This kindness is what led her to agreeing to helping out a friend. Unusual really, such a kind and gentle soul being friends with Gotham's former 'King'. Yes, Oswald Cobblepot had asked her help with running for mayor. And, as in common y/n fashion, she said yes. Her job was mainly helping Oswald write out speeches for his campaign. Oswald knew she had a sweet personality and decided to use that for his personal gain, though he had no malicious intent, he simply needed help from a friend.

"Hey Oz, I've been working on your speech for the Narrows. I've got a 'rough draft' of it if you'd like to take a look." Y/n suggested, walking into his office.

As she lifted her head up from the papers she held in her hand, she noticed two people in front of her. One, of course was her good friend Oswald Cobblepot. The other was a man she had known for a while now.

Edward Nygma.

He used to work at the GCPD in the forensics division. Excellent at his job from what she had heard. However, that all went downhill upon the accidental murder of his girlfriend Kirsten Kringle. Because of this he was sent to Arkham, until he was eventually released. Oswald, being close friends with him, had asked him to work for him for his mayoral campaign to which he said yes. Y/n had been working with him for the past couple weeks. It was damn near impossible to avoid him. Not that she wanted to.

"Thank you, y/n. I would love to look it over." Oswald said.

Edward, who was leaning over Oswald's shoulder stepped back. Y/n walked towards Oz, handing him the stapled papers. He smiled and took the packet before looking it over. Every few sentences he read he would nod his head. It took him a few minutes, but eventually he read the whole packet.

"I like it. I like it a lot. I don't feel like there is much to change about it, just finalize it. I knew I made the right decision picking you for the job." He handed the packet back to her.

Y/n smiled, stealing a quick glance at Edward who was straightening out his tie. His hair, although gelled back, had a few strands hanging in his face. His deep brown eyes shone behind his glasses that lay atop his sharp nose. She turned her focus back to Oswald.

"Of course, Ozzie. Is there anything else you need from me?" She asked.

Oswald shook his head, smiling.

"No, thank you though. However, I do have business to attend to later on. I'll have Ed review your finalization of the speech. Just hand it to him when you're done." He motioned to Ed.

Butterflies fluttered in y/n's stomach. The thought of being alone in the building with Edward caused her heart to race. She looked towards him, his eyes meeting her own. A small smirk tugged at his lips which further fueled the fire in her belly. Before her cheeks turned red she looked back at Oswald and nodded.

"No problem. Safe travels Oz. I'll see you later ok?"

With that, y/n walked out of the office and upstairs. Graciously, Oswald gave her her own space to work in the manor, which also suited as a bedroom. She was very grateful for that. Having her own space was important to her. She liked the privacy. Opening the door, she walked in and closed it behind her with both hands. Letting out a deep breath, she held her hand, which held the packet, to her heart. She could feel it racing, almost 100 mph it felt like.

"Ok, just calm down. Relax." She told herself.

Walking over to her desk she placed the packet down. Her breathing would not slow down and it felt like her heart would explode right out of her chest. Panting, she sat down. The setting sun outside casted a golden hue across her cheek, warming it up.

"Just get to work on the packet. Don't think about him, it'll just distract you."

Sighing, she did just that. Placing a fresh piece of paper in the typewriter, she got to work. Her delicate fingers, covered perfectly in a pastel purple nail polish, pressed against the keys. Each click meant that she was closer to finishing. But, that also meant that she was getting closer to having to meet with Edward. She was nervous. Nervous and excited. Being alone with him. It's all she ever wanted. But, for now she needed to focus on the paper. She wanted to do a good job for Oswald.

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After about an hour and a half, y/n had finally finished writing the speech. She decided to add a couple more things in, a little bit of flare. She figured it would match Oswald's personality very well. She knew how much he wanted to be mayor, but he did not have a way with words. Hence her job helping him. Picking up the papers, she stapled them together into a packet once again. Once she did that, she walked over to the body-length mirror that hung on the wall. She looked over herself, making sure she looked good. She wore a nice short sleeved soft purple button up blouse with small lace frills on the end of the sleeves, a brown pleated skirt and a pair of black flats. She looked good.

"Ok, you can do this. Just, try not to think about him too much. All you need to do is give him the papers to look over."

After a quick pep talk she left her room closing the door behind her. The small heels of her flats clicked across the hardwood floor as she looked around for Edward's office. It was a big manor and she tended to get lost easily. She continued to walk the halls until she saw a green light emit from underneath a door. That's definitely his room alright. She straightened out her skirt and made sure her blouse wasn't revealing too much. Within a few seconds, the door opened and revealed Edward Nygma, propping himself against the doorframe.

"Yes, Ms. L/n?" He asked.

"Um, I-I have the p-papers for you Mr. Nygma." She stuttered.

Edward smirked at how she addressed him, his eyes glimmering in the dimly lit room.

"Good. Come in."

They both entered the room and Edward went to his desk, sitting in the chair behind it. Y/n stood still, not knowing what to do. Her heart was racing and she could already feel her palms getting sweaty. She looked awkward standing there.

"Sit." He ordered firmly.

Y/n felt a blush creep along her cheeks. She knew she shouldn't be getting so hot and bothered over him telling her to sit. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she sat down in the chair in front of his desk. She crossed her legs and handed him the papers.

"I hope everything is perfect." She said.

Edward hummed in response, looking up at her through his glasses. A smile tugged at his lips as he looked down at the packet. He scanned over the words, flipping the pages when he finished one. Y/n's breath hitched as she watched his fingers delicately flip the pages. Despite his hands being rough and calloused, he handled things very delicately. He hummed to himself, a record playing quietly in the background. It was simple jazz music. It made the tension in the room even higher.

"So far so good. Excellent grammar and punctuation Ms. L/n. I hate when people are ignorant to simple things." He grumbled.

Y/n beamed at his compliment. If she wasn't blushing yet she certainly was now. Her hand gripped at the arm rest of the chair as she nibbled on her lip. Edward looked up and noticed. His eyes had a playful glint to them.

"Nervous?" He asked, placing the packet down on the desk as he finished reading.

Her eyes widened and she straightened her posture. Clearing her throat she tried to look relaxed. Her eyes darted to the floor immediately.

"N-No, not at all Mr. Nygma."

He chuckled.

"Well, that's all I needed. You're free to go now."

Y/n frowned.

"A-Are you sure, Mr. Nygma? Is there anything I can help you with?" She asked, desperation apparent in her voice.

He rapped his finger across his desk.

"Do I look like I need help with anything?" He questioned.

"N-No sir."

He grinned.

"But, I would l-love to spend time with you." She added.

He raised an eyebrow.

"I mean, as in I would love to spend time with you to work on the campaign." She gulped.

Standing up from his desk, he walked over towards her, sitting on his desk in front of her. He placed his hands on either side of him, gripping the table gently. His glasses glinted in green the light of the room, making the rest of his face look dark.

"Are you sure that's what you mean, y/n?" He smirked.

Y/n squeezed her legs together instinctively, flustered at the sound of him using her first name. She bit her lip again and nodded, avoiding eye contact with him. She fidgeted with her hands. Edward reached down and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him.

"I think you're lying to me." He stated flatly.

Shrinking down in the chair, y/n melted into his hand. The feeling of his rough hands against her skin sent shivers down her spine and made her feel warm inside. Edward felt her shake.

"Now I know you're lying to me. The next time you speak I expect you to tell the truth y/n. As much as I love games, I have little patience for this one."

"I-I'm sorry Mr. Nygma. I lied."

He scoffed.

"Yes, thank you for stating the obvious. Are you incapable of speaking the full truth? Hm? Perhaps I should say it for you, no?"

Y/n looked down at her lap, fidgeting with her hands still. He earned no response from her, causing him to grimace. He rolled his eyes, grabbing the back of her chair and leaning over her. His stare bore down on her.

"I know you're obsessed with me. It's obvious. I've seen the way you look at me. It doesn't take a genius to recognize how desperately you crave my attention." He stated cockily.

Y/n looked up into his eyes, her eyes full of adoration and desperation. She did crave his attention, that was very true. She was just utterly embarrassed that he knew it all along.

"I'm sorry Mr. Nygma." She mumbled.

He tilted her chin up.

"Did I ask you to apologize?"

Y/n's eyes widened and she shook her head. He glared at her, obviously wanting a verbal response.

"No, sir."

He smiled and let go of her chin.

"Then don't apologize. I find it flattering. You've got my attention now, y/n. The question is, what do you want to do with it?" He asked.

Y/n immediately broke out of her embarrassment when he mentioned that he liked it. She smiled and sat up straight, looking him in the eyes happily.

"Anything you want to do!"

Edward laughed and looked down at her as he sat back up. He loosened his tie slightly, taking his dark green jacket off and hanging it up on the coat rack next to his desk. He looked back towards her with a look of want in his eyes.

"I'm tired of the games, y/n. I've already expressed this. I know what you want but, I am not going to do anything unless you initiate it. Do you understand? If you want to continue then I need to hear a yes. If not, then no."

Y/n swallowed, her throat becoming dry very quickly. Her breathing quickened again causing her heart to race. She looked up at him and nodded.

"Y-Yes..."

He smirked and walked back behind his desk, straightening his tie before he sat down. Without saying anything he picked up a manilla folder and opened it up. Y/n was confused, staring at him, unsure of what to do. Edward rolled his eyes and looked up at her through his glasses.

"Do what you feel is right, y/n. Though, deep down I know what you really want and you know it too."

Y/n stood up slowly and walked over to him, still unsure if she should be doing this. But it felt so right. Like it was the perfect thing to do. As he continued to read through the files in front of him, she placed a hand on his shoulder. She wasn't sure if she was suppose to take charge or if he wanted to be in charge. So, she said something experimental.

"Move." She ordered.

Edward chuckled softly, which grew into genuine laughter. He clapped his hands together and placed the file down on the desk. His eyes were squinted and his dimples were showing.

"That's cute." He said.

Without any warning he reached out and grabbed her hips, pulling her on top of his lap. Her legs straddled both sides of him and a hints of pink dusted her cheeks. His thumbs circled her hipbones gently.

"I don't think you're in any position to act like you're in charge. You've been eyeing me for the past few weeks with desire and lust in your eyes. I know how you feel about me and what you think about me. You came in here with the simple task of returning those papers and you couldn't help yourself from letting your dirty little mind take over. If anything, I have the power over you. I'm the one who can make you melt simply by looking at you. You're clay in my hands, to mold into whatever I please." He corrected.

Y/n let out a ragged breath, once again feeling her heart nearly burst out of her chest. His dark eyes bore into her soul, making her uneasy. That cocky smirk plastered on his face only made her even more turned on. The egotistical asshole he was knew how to make her know her place. And she knew he was right.

"No comment?" He smiled.

She shook her head, having no idea how to respond to him. He shrugged his shoulders and pushed his glasses up to the bridge of his nose. She couldn't help but admire how heavenly he looked. His button-up shirt was only 3/4 of the way button up, his tie was straight and tidy, his dark brown hair shone in the green light of the room which was his favorite color. And for a good reason. It suited him so well. Y/n had never seen a color fit a person more than green fit Edward. Green was the color of his soul and his aura. It practically radiated off of him like a toxic waste. In a way, it was true. He was intoxicating for sure. His eyes could snare you and trap you, feeling helpless. Just like y/n did right now. She felt sick near him, love sick. Her bones would ache and her muscles would feel sore. It was as if every time she got near him, she got a physical reaction. Much like radiation. She was broken out of her thought by his hand grabbing roughly at her chin.

"Are you going to stare at me all day or are you going to do something about it? I get enough of your staring on a daily basis, y/n." He snarled.

Y/n nodded, absolutely at a loss for words. Edward smiled at her dumbfounded nature. The hand that held her chin sneaked back behind her head and crawled down to the base of her neck. Gripping onto it firmly, he pulled her forward and looked into her eyes, then to her lips. She licked her lips, plump and glistening. The two of them only inches apart.

"I want to hear you say that you want me. That you need me. Crave me." His voice was gravely.

She reached her hand down and placed it on the small portion of his chest that was exposed. Her purple painted fingertips grazing across the smooth skin. She felt him shiver slightly underneath her.

"Mr. Nygma, I want you so bad. I need to need you. I want to want you. I crave you. Your attention. Your gaze. Anything you have to give, I crave." She whispered softly, maintaining eye contact with him the entire time.

He groaned softly, rubbing circles into her hip with his thumb. Beneath her she could feel his pants grow against her thigh. The way she talked about him, idolized him, craved him, drove him crazy. Edward Nygma had always wanted people to realize how smart he was and realize how much potential he had. And, though he had people who had recognized him, none had done so as much as y/n had. She practically worshipped him at his feet. The very ground he walked on was sacred to her. Holy ground. He was half convinced she would kiss the ground he stood on.

"That's what I've been waiting to hear, darling."

He tightened his grip on the base of her neck and pulled her in to him, pressing his lips against hers. She was quick to reciprocate the kiss, gripping on to the fabric of his tie. His tongue slid into her mouth causing a moan to leave her mouth, muffled by their kiss. She wanted to be closer to him, if that was even possible. She yanked his tie towards her, causing it to tighten around his neck which earned a grunt from him. He pulled away from the kiss and grabbed her face roughly. His eyebrows were furrowed and he kept a firm hold on her neck still. His chest heaved up and down, desperate for air.

"Are you really that desperate to be close to me?" He teased.

She nodded quickly, her mouth forming a small pout. Her lips glistened with a mixture of both of their saliva. He grinned and wiped it off with his thumb. He stuck his thumb harshly in her mouth, making sure she licked the substance off. Pulling it out, he licked it as well. Y/n moaned at the sight.

"You've wanted this to happen for so long, haven't you? I bet you've dreamed about this. Daydreamed. You've probably thought about this while you've stared at me thinking I wasn't looking. Hm?"

His voice was condescending and coated with lust. It was apparent that he wanted this as much as y/n did. She was certainly more blatant about it while Edward preferred to be more subtle. He craved her attention just as much as she craved his.

"Yes Mr. Nygma, I have." She admitted.

"Y/n, call me Ed. Mr. Nygma doesn't roll off the tongue as well as Ed does."

He leaned towards her chest, licking a stripe from her collarbone all the way towards the top of her neck. Nibbling on her earlobe, he whispered in her ear.

"It won't be as easy to moan either. Or scream."

Y/n's breath hitched, her nails digging into his shoulders. Ed winced gently, eyes shut tightly. He could feel her getting impatient. He enjoyed it. Prolonging what she desired was like a game to him. A fun and torturous game of his own making.

"Show me how much you crave me. Prove how obsessed you are with me. Perhaps, I will reward you if your demonstration is adequate." He ordered.

Y/n slid off of his lap smoothly, falling softly down to her knees underneath his desk. Her hands trailed down his pants and tugged on them lightly, looking up into his eyes as he peered down at her. He smirked.

"You will get no help from me, y/n."

She reached up and unbuttoned his slacks, unzipping them as well. Grabbing onto the fabric she slowly pulled it down, watching hungrily as more of his skin showed. Every second that went by drove her nearly mad. She had been wanting this to happen for so long. Once his pants were pulled down enough, she sat up straight and hooked her fingers underneath the hem of his boxers. A shiver went up Ed's spine as he watched her through hooded eyes. Within a few seconds, his boxers were pulled down to reveal his dick. Y/n shuddered and grabbed his softly yet hastily. She looked into his eyes as she let her tongue roll out, licking a soft line up his shaft. Edward gripped the armrests of his chair, chest heaving.

"If teasing is your way of showing your fascination for me then I will lose interest fast." He stated simply through gritted teeth.

She listened and very slowly lowered her head, allowing his length to slide down her throat. Tears welled in her eyes, threatening to fall. The tip of his dick hit the back of her throat, preventing the rest of him to slide in her mouth. She looked up at him through blurry eyes, humming in pleasure causing it to vibrate through his body. He reached down and entwined his hand into her hair, shoving her down and forcing her to take him entirely. At this point, y/n couldn't help but gag, choking on him. She desperately tried to breathe through her nose. Edward let out a moan, tilting his head back, the green light of the room accentuating his Adam's apple. Once his grip loosened on her head she began to bob up and down, tongue swirling around him all the while. Her hands gripped tightly at his thighs, digging into them harshly, sure to leave marks. He grunted in pain but his mind was too clouded with pleasure to care.

"Fuck..." He moaned out.

Y/n picked up the pace, every time she bobbed up she would suck on the tip harshly. The tears that had welled up in her eyes were now falling down, trailing down her face and landing on his dick. Y/n knew he was close to cumming, his dick twitching in her mouth. She gave extra care to the tip, licking and sucking it like a madwoman. She was hungry for him, starving even, and it showed with her technique. Ed's moans grew more airy and uneven like his breathing. He hunched over and grabbed at her hair, holding her down on his cock as he felt himself release in her mouth. His eyes were squeezed shut and beads of sweat dripped down his temples.

"Oh G-God..." He muttered, exasperated.

Yanking her head up, he lifted her up onto his lap again, staring at her face. Her mascara was slightly smudged, barely even noticeable. Her lipstick was completely wiped off at this point and her eyes were glazed over. Saliva coated her lower mouth, semen dripping out of the corner of her mouth. As if she could read his mind she stuck out her tongue, licking it up. He groaned at the sight, immediately pulling her into another kiss, pulling away only to breathe.

"Was that good for you Ed?" She asked, her eyelashes batting at him.

He chuckled light, stroking her cheek with his fingers leading down to her chin. His glasses were fogged up slightly from his heavy breath.

"Fucking perfect."

Y/n smiled, only to gasp when he picked her up by her thighs, placing her on his desk. He pulled up his boxers and pants, buttoning them again. Using his shirt to clear his glasses, he looked back down at her as he stood up.

"What do you think? Was that a performance worthy of a reward from Edward Nygma himself?" He questioned, tilting her head up to look at him.

She nodded hastily, reaching up to grab at his shirt. Desperation filled her eyes and she instinctively arched towards him. He smirked at the sight.

"I suppose you're right. Hm? You've shown your dedication to me." He said.

Slowly, he reached his hand down between her legs, going up her skirt. Her natural reflex was to close her legs tightly, stopping his hand. He chuckled, prying them open, finding her sensitivity amusing. His fingers grazed over the material of her purple panties, causing her to shiver. Right as he was about to pull the material aside, he decided against it. Instead he pulled her back up so she was sitting straight. Before she could even say anything, he got to his knees, flipping her skirt up and buried his face in her thighs. Y/n grabbed at his hair, moaning as he peppered her thighs with kisses, his stubble, which he hadn't shaved yet, roughly scratched at her skin. The roughness alone was enough to send her over the edge. And he hadn't even started yet.

"Now, now. I've barely done anything.." He teased.

He pushed her thighs together gently, grabbing at her panties with his teeth and yanked them down slowly until they fell to off her ankles. He then spread her legs open again, staring at the center of her legs. Licking his lips, he placed his thumb against her clit, watching in delight as she arched her back.

"Ed!" She moaned.

He chuckled and pinched roughly, watching her facial expression switch from delight to discomfort. Yet, Edward knew that she liked he. She loved it. She loved anything he did. That was the beauty of it. She loved him.

"Too rough? Or does it just feel too fucking good?" He toyed with her.

She moaned, gripping at his shoulders as he lowered his head back between her thighs. Slowly he leaned in and placed a chaste kiss against her clit, almost as an apology.

"You're a lucky girl. Being in this situation. You have the ability to brag about thee Edward Nygma going down on you. People would kill to be in your position right now." He stroked his own ego, his warm breath hitting against her core.

She whimpered, digging her nails into his shoulders. He pulled away and stood up straight, unbuttoning his shirt, tossing it to the side. He left his tie on however. He felt powerful with it on. Like he was in charge. And, he was most definitely in charge. He turned around, pointing to the marks she created on his shoulders. Turning back around he grabbed her chin and looked into her eyes.

"You should feel special. I wouldn't let just anyone do that to me. Leaving marks on my skin. I'm the one that marks people up." He chuckled as he gripped his nails into her thigh, watching her face contort and a moan leave her lips.

"You like that?" He mocked.

She nodded her head, mouth agape and hooded eyes looking up at him. He smirked and brought his other hand up to her face, smacking it lightly, but firm enough to show he meant business. She moaned softly as he dropped back between her legs, placing a kiss to her thighs.

"Of course you like that, you'll like anything I do to you. You're filthy and I love it. You let ecstasy and love blind you and cloud your mind. You're such a smart girl but you let your heart do the thinking when it comes to love. Just my kind of girl."

Y/n sighed in delight as he talked to her, His voice was gravely and low yet as smooth and sweet as golden honey. Everything he said was genuine and honest, she could tell that. It was like she was living a fairy tale. Finding out that the man she had been obsessed with has had the same feelings for her as she did for him. It was an amazing feeling. And the feeling of his tongue running through her fold made it twice as amazing.

"Oh, Edward..."She moaned.

He smiled against her skin, rubbing circles into her thighs as he ran his tongue over her flesh. He took of his glasses and placed them on the desk, wanting to see her without them fogging up. He couldn't hold back anymore. He needed to get a better taste. Harshly he spread her open as wide as he could and hooked her legs over his shoulders. Lifting her skirt up as much as he could he dove down between her legs, biting down on her clit, sucking on it lightly. Her legs instinctively went to close, but he held onto her thighs roughly. He tongue lapped at her until she was dripping wet and he slid it inside her with ease. He moaned at the sensation of his tongue inside her, and she did the same. Maintaining a constant speed her continued to ravish her with his mouth, her juices dripping down his chin mixed with his saliva. It was a filthy concoction he created, a poison, a drug that he got high on.

"Ed! I'm.."

"I know, I'll get you there." He interjected, focused on getting her to her climax.

All that mattered in the world was getting her to the ledge and pushing her over it. He wanted to feel her clench around him and let herself go. He wanted to know that he was able to do that for her. It wasn't even an ego thing at this point. He just wanted to make sure she felt good. Pulling back he stood up, looking her in the eyes as he plunged three fingers inside her, curling them instantly. His lower jaw was smeared with her arousal and his saliva and it glistened in the light. His eyes were heavy and dark as he watched her face contort into a mixture of pleasure and desperation. She tightened around his fingers and gripped his hair as she felt herself come undone on his fingers. A loud, pornographic, and ecstatic moan escaped her lips which caused Edward to moan at the very sound of it. Pulling his fingers out, he held it up between the two of them and smirked as her arousal dripped down his hand. Instantly he licked each of his fingers, making sure to clean off every drop. He reached down into a drawer of his desk and grabbed a handkerchief, wiping off the saliva on his hand. He leaned down and cleaned up around her thighs and core as well, being careful to not touch anything too sensitive. Once he was done he helped her put her panties back on and put his shirt back on as well, straightening his tie. He pulled her back onto his lap as he sat on the chair, brushing the hair out of her face. He was about to say something when there was a knock at the door. Quickly, he helped her get to the ground underneath his desk, rubbing the side of her face comfortingly.

"Come in." He said.

Oswald walked in, looking at Ed. He stopped at the front of his desk, smiling at him. Y/n covered her mouth, trying not to expose her hiding spot.

"Evening Ed, did y/n give you the papers?" He asked.

Edward blinked, still dazed from his previous activity. He nodded eventually and reached for the file, handing it to him. He reached for his glasses and put them back on. Oswald looked over the papers and gave Edward a smile.

"Thank you. Why do you look so sweaty?" He asked.

Edward maintained calm and cool, like he always did. He felt y/n cling to his leg, resting her chin on his knee and looking up at him sweetly.

"I had just turned up the heat because it was freezing in here. But, now I'm too hot." He chuckled coolly.

Oswald nodded.

"I'll turn it back down on my way to my office. Hey, have you seen y/n? I can't find her anywhere." He asked.

"I believe she went out to get a bite to eat. She mentioned she was starving."

Y/n pinched his leg, letting him know that she understood his meaning behind that. He did his best to hide the smirk growing on his face, disguising it as a cough.

Oswald nodded and walked out of the office. After waiting a few moments, Edward gave y/n room to get up from under the desk. He had a shit-eating grin on his face as she did so. She hit his arm.

"That was so not funny! We could have gotten caught!" She exclaimed, a blush on her face.

"Strange. I found it rather humorous."

Y/n glared at him and stood up, walking back to the front of his desk. She straightened out her skirt and wiped the smudged mascara away from under her eyes.

"Well, I suppose I should go." She said.

Edward frowned.

"And what makes you think that? Did I say I wanted you to leave?" He asked.

Y/n looked back towards him, a small smile on her face. Edward slicked his hair back. He could see her eyes grow from tired to excited like that.

"You mean, you want me to stay?" She asked, trying to maintain her cool, failing terribly.

"Why wouldn't I? A beautiful girl like you, obsessed and utterly in love with me? I may have a big ego, but I don't fuck someone just for fun. You think I would have let you drool over me these past few weeks if I didn't have any interest in you either?" He chuckled.

A huge smile spread across her face and she jumped up and down in joy, stopping very soon after and clutching her stomach. Edward bit back a laugh.

"Ugh...bad idea. But, yay!" She groaned.

Standing up, Edward walked over towards her and helped her stand up straight. His eyes weren't full of lust this time, but full of care. No longer dark brown but a light caramel.

"Why don't you lay down for a bit while I finish up some paperwork? Afterwards we can go out and get a coffee, what do you say?" He suggested, his dimples showing.

Y/n nodded and walked over to the comfortable sofa he had in his office. Laying down she watched Edward sit down at his desk, his hair hanging in his face as he propped his head up with his hand. Her eyes grew heavy as she eventually drifted off to sleep, excited for their coffee date.

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Rivers and Roads

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Well, here we are, friends! I’m actually writing it here is the first chapter in my Ghoap x F!Reader fic. I know this is short but I do hope y’all enjoy it. If you would like to be added to or taken off of the tag list let me know! I appreciate all of the interest and will hopefully be coming out with regular updates!

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Chapter 1: After the End

Six tests. All positive.

You’re sitting on the toilet in your hotel room just trying to breathe. You’re pregnant. You suppose you have no one to blame but yourself. It’s not like you three used protection all of the time, assuming your birth control would be enough.

It's eleven weeks after Johnny's passing and the morning of day six of your two-week leave. You had been feeling sick the past several days, brushing it off as a bug you caught during travel. You managed to put it all together when, of all things, a tampon fell out of your purse. You realized that you missed your last cycle but with everything going on with Makarov you never caught on.

Your immediate thoughts turn to Simon. You have to tell Simon. Oh god, you have to tell Price too. He’ll want to pull you out of the field. Desk duty has never been a favorite of yours. You groan and put your head in your hands, you guess you're cutting your leave short.

Trashing the tests, you call the front desk while you browse airlines and hope you can get a refund on your room for the remaining days.

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The twelve-hour flight to London does nothing to soothe your nerves. In fact, the closer you get to base the worse your anxiety becomes. You aren't sure how you will break the news to Simon. You aren't even sure how he'll react given the current circumstances. He's been tracking Makarov, often working days at a time and leaving for short solo recon missions.

When you arrive you head straight to his office, hauling your duffle bag with you. You knock and wait for his gruff "enter". When you do open the door, you immediately notice the scattered papers and multitude of files on his desk, so unlike the organized man you know. The bags beneath his eyes are dark, accentuated by the plain facemask he wears.

You set your bag down at the door letting it softly click shut behind you and head around his desk, sitting on the edge adjacent to him.

You sigh, "Hi love...when was the last time you slept?"

"Doesn't matter," he grunts, he doesn't even bother looking up from the report he’s reading.

"You have to take care of yourself. Why don't you come to rest for a bit? I'm tired from my flight and we could both use a nap."

"No."

You blink at his harsh tone. You feel your frustration bubble beneath the surface. "Simon. You need to realize your limits right now. It's important for-"

The loud scrape of his chair across the linoleum interrupts the rest of your sentence. He turns to you for the first time since you've entered and your eyes widen at how angry he looks with you.

"What I'm working on is important. You need to grasp that concept or leave so I can get back to work."

You push off your desk and stand toe to toe with him. You've never been one to back down and your anger is now fully on the surface. "I understand it's important," you hiss. "How could you think I don't? You weren't the only one who lost him. He wouldn't want this." You deflate a little and in a softer tone, you ask. "We still have us, Simon. You won’t fight for us too?"

"The best things about us died with Johnny and you know it. You don't matter! We don't matter!” He hunches in on himself a bit before he mutedly says “The only thing that matters is finding Makarov."

His words pour over you like acid and you flinch, tears stinging the backs of your eyes. He never raises his voice at you. You close your eyes and take a deep breath. "I love you, Simon, I do, but I can't watch you do this to yourself. If this is it, if this relationship is not worth fighting for, then this is over." You meet his eyes, waiting for him to say something. When he does nothing but stare back at you, you nod and turn away. Snatching up your duffle bag you head out of the room and slam it behind you without looking back.

There are other people in the hallway who stare as you pass, having heard your little drama. You keep your head high despite the redness in your eyes and face, avoiding their gazes as you make your way to your old quarters. You don't think you can stand being in your shared room surrounded by all the things you have lost.

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So @lillithathecat who request this, the thing is, everything is getting out of hand omg kkkkkkkkk (Brazilian laugh, I don't know how to laugh in english)

I just have my box filled and now I'm getting nervous (not out of ideas tho, keep sendind) I think I'm gonna pick out one of each prompt and publish it because I'm getting a lot of repeated ones, after that I'll write all the others, is that good?

Good, see you next babies

ALSO CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW MUCH I LOVE RHYS??? Literally my favorite, could write for him forever, he is my first and last thought of the day SEND MORE REQUESTS FOR HIM PLEASE 😭😭😭😭😭 I want to have a reason to write more

Mastermind

You. Were. Freaking. Out.

Damn it, none of it was in your plans, definitely. I mean, you planned your whole life, how could this not be in your plans? It was, actually, but NOT NOW. You had so many things to figure out in your life yet, you could not possibly be damn fucking pregnant.

Of course, you were, you actually noticed every single change in you since the first week, and have been going to Madja over and over again for the past two months, you know and have made sure you are expecting a baby. But the same amount of happiness you had in your heart you had nervousness.

It was not a bad thing, not at all, you couldn't be more happy to be expecting your first child, but oh gods, so soon? Not soon tho, you were past five hundred years, three hundred of them with your goddamned mate, also husband, also the father of the project of a baby you were carrying, also your High Lord. That last sentence being the reason for all of your worries.

Not just you were the High Lady as well, but the child in your womb was already fated to the weight of the crown in its non-yet-existent head, and it was heavy on you too. The idea of carrying and protecting and raising the future of the Night Court was terrifying.

You studied hard to be the best you could offer for your court, the one you were born and raised and so proud to live in. You planned everything, from top to toe you handed it all ready and verified and corrected and detailed for every single idea for a change or plan to solve problems. That's why you were so admired in every single piece of land in your court.

And yet, you couldn't figure out how to organize your thoughts and feelings to fit a baby into your life. You always knew the day was coming, that's precisely why you stopped taking your medicine. But you honestly thought it would take months or maybe even years to get pregnant, knowing very well how hard it is for a fae to make a baby. But with the number of times you and Rhysand got filthy with each other being impressive, it actually wasn't a surprise you got your one so fast.

But you couldn't stop the worries anyway.

You talked it through with Rhysand, you knew he wanted nothing more than a child, but what if you tell him and he doesn't want it now? What would you do?

The pile of papers and the amount of books in your study room kept staring at you, wondering where you were finally going to start working.

Damn, would you have to stop working for a while and focus only on the baby? Could you still train with Cass, go out with Mor, go jewelry hunting with Amren, and fly with Az? And after the birth, could you come back to your so well-detailed life or everything would have to involve the baby too?

The questions filled your head and flooded your senses to the point that you didn't even notice the door opening and your mate coming in to check on you and have your daily conversation over sweets and coffee of the afternoon. His smile quickly dropped as he took in your state of distress, leaving the tray of food on top of the table to get close to you. He gives you a small touch on your shoulder to make you notice him before he lifts your face to hold it in his hands as he looks at you.

-What happened? Something wrong? - His voice soothes you so much, even more after the pregnancy, feeling every cell in your body light up in happiness for having him there.

-Nothing wrong. I'm just thinking too much - He pulls you up, making you stand in front of him. His hands were still caressing your face as he started pecking your skin.

-You do that when you get a court-related problem and don't know how to solve it, then you get stressed for not getting an answer and get mad at yourself for not being "smart enough" to make everyone happy - He pecks your mouth lightly, his analysis making you chuckle since he was on point in every word - So, what do we have in hands? Who is upset in this court? I didn't receive anything.

-I mean, I got the news a few weeks ago and I've been trying to make sense of it for a while - He waited as you grabbed his hands and kissed them, touching him somehow always made you feel more secure about yourself - But no one is upset. I think everyone will be more than happy with the news. I just don't know how to react. How to tell you.

-Tell me? - Rhysand frowns slightly, pulling you to the nearest couch and making you sit on top of him, cuddling you as a way to make you feel safe to talk - You know that I would never say a bad thing to you, ever.

-I know. That's not what I'm worried about - You grab his hand and put it on top of your stomach, not any different from the other days, as the baby was still the size of a small grain. Yet, the act seemed enough for him to understand - I actually know you will be more than excited.

His face lights up in a fraction of a second, his eyes shining with a thousand stars, the stars you always praise when he looks at you. His arms circle you as his laugh fills in the room, kisses being left all over the skin he could reach. The happiness flew over the bond as you were also laughing, enjoying your mate's reaction. His thoughts and feelings were shooting themselves at you, his heart racing and filling with happiness while small tears ran down his face.

-Thank you so much, my love. Thank you - He murmured while rocking in you, face still hidden in your neck - Why were you worried? This is the best news you could ever give me - His face clearly demonstrated that, the happiest he ever seemed since the day you were officialized as High Lady in front of the Court members. He kisses you one more time, this time long and deep and sweet and loving. He loved you. Loved the kid you both would get to raise together.

-The timing… I don't know - You dried the tears on his face, pecking his cheeks as he simply took in your scent, finally finding the light scent of the baby growing inside you - I thought I would get more time to prepare myself? Like, make plans and stuff. I know we have eight months in front of us to deal with everything but still… I didn't exactly plan it through.

-You can't plan it. You never know if the seed takes root. It's hard for faes to conceive babies, you know this - He tries to state calmly, the euphoria affecting his senses making it hard for him to focus completely - You don't need to plan anything. There are moments in life that you simply have to live through.

-Well… Yeah, I think so - He pecks your face more times and you laugh, trying to brush off the uneasiness you felt by not being in control - I never experienced a situation like this, but I think we can manage.

-What do you mean, "never experienced"? Being High Lady of the Night Court was all in your plans? - He laughed and stopped right away, taking in your expression, almost as if he caught you committing a crime - You planned to be High Lady?!

-No! Not being High Lady itself… just… work with you, have a really high rank in politics, maybe be your advisor - He was shocked, his smile growing as he took in the information - I mean, that's what I spent my whole life studying for, you know? To work!

-But when I met you I thought-

-Thought I was just an artist trying to make money on Rita's while singing a lovely song about breaking rules, changing the world for the greater good, bringing peace with my group of freaky friends to the city, and living happily ever after in the world we created? Then Rita went to your table and told the Inner Circle they would get a free round of wine that day if one of you went up on the stage and sang a duet with me. Mor's heel was broken, Cassian couldn't even try because he spent the whole week screaming in the camps and Azriel still was too shy. So you went up on the stage because "what better than a fun challenge with a pretty girl that makes music about all of your dreams", right? We sang, and you gained a free round of wine and invited me to drink too, I accepted, said something about the changes they were doing in the Rainbow, I gave slight ideas as if I was just a normal citizen of Velaris that was trying to make my city a better place. Even if you were drunk you kept those ideas in your mind and passed them to your father. The next week, oh my, look who we found in your favorite coffee shop! Remember the one you went to every Wednesday after a reunion with your father? That one. You found me, we talked, and you asked me if I had more ideas. I said I did. You were flirting but were also curious. After three or four weeks I was basically your advisor. I didn't plan to fall in love with you, but it was a welcomed feeling since you were as sweet as people talked about. We kissed, the mating bond snapped, and we married. Bingo! I'm High Lady and everything went as I planned, like pieces of dominoes falling in order - Rhysand frowns slightly and realizes how everything you said matched perfectly with those first weeks you both met each other. His face turns to you with a shocked smile, his mind still processing all of the information - So yeah, never planned to be your mate, but definitely planned our encounter and everything after.

-How? - It was the only word he could process, his hand still caressing your sides.

-During my childhood kids never wanted to play with me for some stupid reason I don't even remember, but from then on I swore I would make everyone love me so I would never feel alone again, and would make it seem effortless. I talked with everyone in Velaris when I first moved in. I wanted to have a job with the current High Lord, but everyone seemed scared of him, yet they loved you. So I guess it would be easier if I made friends with you, right? Anyway, you already had your Inner Circle, and it was basically impossible to get in, so I reunited every information I could from you. Your preferences, your family, your friends, your habits, I even talked with some of the girls you fucked just to make sure, nowadays I understand why I always felt so jealous. Then I took music lessons after meeting Keir once and discovering that you loved the performances they had in the Court of Nightmares. Then, I studied Illyrian culture and made some friends, also some funny enemies during my oh-so-convenient trips to Illyria, they were the ones who made Cassian lose his voice, by the way. I never had to pretend though, I was actually really interested in all of this, even more in you after we started to talk. After securing my friendship with Rita I just had to put everything into action - You smiled a little bit, as if you just didn't break his whole world twice in a short span of time - So… how do we feel about this?

-About what? Your amazing planning and spying skills or the pregnancy?

-You are not mad at me? Or scared? - You let out the breath you didn't even notice you were holding. Hearing his laugh only assured you he was okay with this little piece of craziness you held inside of you.

-Darling, you are a mastermind. I know this since the first time I saw you manipulating Keir for days to make him accept one of our new rules - He brushes one strand of hair in front of you and looks you directly in the eyes - I never feared you because I always knew you would never do anything bad. You're just evil in the right situation, I think that's why I knew you would be the most perfect High Lady - He kissed your neck, slowly making his way up to your lips. His skin was hot as fire now, the air heating up too as he kissed you deep to show the devotion you fought so hard to get - It actually turns me on to know you manipulated me. How weird.

-Does my High Lord like it when I outsmart him, hm? - His breath hitch a little before he grips your hip and brings you closer than possible, your hands blindly trace his tattoos on top of the clothing, their shapes well known by your mind from the uncountable amount of time you spent decorating them in his bare skin.

-Surprisingly I do - His hand sneaks under your shirt, placing it directly on top of the place it would swell in a short time - Maybe we can call it a day and commemorate your mind and our future alone, in bed, maybe you can tell me about all the other plans you had while I lick every piece of skin you have.

-I already have a baby growing in me, you know? You don't need to try anymore - Your laugh is quickly replaced by a moan as his other hand travels to the inside of your trousers.

-Maybe we can rush and put another one - His mouth captures yours and he winnows you both to your shared room, your back against the soft mattress as his hand keeps its job.

-I'm pretty sure that's not how it works - His chuckle fills in the room, in a snap of his fingers all of your clothes disappear.

-And I'm pretty sure I just want to eat you out - He quickly dropped to his knees in front of you, his mouth making the travel it made thousands of times before.

Maybe you could finally let destiny make its way without a thought about it.

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I’m not sure if you’ve written for Xiao yet… but I’m always curious of how people interpret his.. libido to say the least, considering he’s an adeptus and doesn’t feel emotion the same way humans do.

Maybe a shy Xiao were he’s not really sure HOW to ask reader to sleep with him so he tries to give “subtle” hint but they really aren’t as subtle as he thinks.

BTW I love your writing ahhhh

(Can I claim an emoji.. idk how that works tbh I never leave asks so if I can… could I be like, 🥀 anon?? Thanks!!! 💜)

hi there! of course you can be 🥀 anon, welcome to my page :D i'm also very happy you like my writing ♡♡♡ tysm for reading

also i have actually only written two pieces for xiao which are as follows:

1) jealous dom xiao

2) consensual somno with dom xiao

i like to think that xiao doesn't know much about sex except that when done between a male and female, you can create another human sometimes

he doesn't really understand the love-making part of intercourse, so i have an idea of who he would try to ask lol

honestly this has a lot of plot. i have been writing so much these past few days, phew! when i have the time, i am a writing machine haha

warnings: switch!xiao and switch!fem anatomy/pronouns reader

nervous xiao, handjob (xiao receiving), lots of touching/making out lol, first-time sex for both of you :) , lube, fingering/penetration (reader receiving), soft ♡, kissing, baizhu is here but just as a side character because i ♡ him

the leather-bound book sat heavy on your desk in xiao's memory, unable to remove itself from his thoughts.

slightly worn around the edges and held closely to your face while you read it, lips thoroughly bitten. you seemed to think you were so sly when you hid that book behind you whenever he mentioned it.

so it was unusual that he had found it on your desk, for once unguarded by your form. xiao innocently opened the unlabeled cover to see what you had been reading so intently this week.

barely a few sentences in to the page, he immediately realized this was some type of erotic book. he was unfamiliar with some of these terms, purely from a lack of knowledge of human intimacies.

when he finally reached the end of the page, he snapped out of his trance, slamming the book shut with so much force it scattered the pages of your report to the floor.

never had the yaksha been more thoroughly embarrassed, cheeks stained red as he clutched his head.

he knew humans were odd, but he had never seen such a crude book. he never pegged you for the type to be interested in such things. how could one want to read about the act of producing a child?

odd.

perhaps that's how xiao ended up seeking out a personal consultation with the popular pharmacist from bubu pharmacy.

as uncomfortable as it was, the doctor was happy to make his acquaintance, keeping an even-toned expression when he welcomed the yaksha in after hours.

"i understand these concepts might be unfamiliar to you, though i mean no disrespect. these types of things are different from public displays of affection, and they aren't so easily written in literature."

xiao begged to differ based upon that book you left out so haphazardly on your desk for anyone to see.

he allowed the doctor to explain things in the most scientific way possible, trying to remain calm and collected until the yaksha suddenly held up a hand to stop him.

"i...appreciate your effort, but i already understand the act of procreation. i just don't..comprehend why humans seem to enjoy it so much."

baizhu paused, determining the best way to answer the question before he finally understood why xiao really wanted to see him. "i see. you're asking about why lovers like it so much." baizhu barely stifled a chuckle. "to be honest, it's been a while since i have done that myself, but it isn't so much about the act itself."

"how so?"

"it's about being vulnerable with someone. allowing them to see all of you while you see all of them. it's hard to let ourselves be open with everyone, especially if we have a particularly traumatic past. it can lead to becoming guarded." xiao frowned at this. "but, when you're with someone special, a normally uncomfortable situation becomes tender. intercourse becomes love-making." baizhu scratched the back of his neck, wondering if any of this was even sticking. "ah, i'm sorry if-"

xiao abruptly stood, silencing the doctor. "no need to apologize. i understand now. thank you for your time, doctor."

"oh, before you go-" baizhu stood up slower than xiao, reaching behind the counter to collect a small brown bag. "it might not be my place, but i always see mr. zhongli from the wangsheng funeral parlor here collecting peculiarly strong medicine for someone in liyue. it might be presumptuous of me, but, here." he held the bag out towards xiao. "it'll save mr. zhongli a trip here."

xiao gingerly took the bag, holding it in one palm before practically vanishing before baizhu's eyes. the pharmacist smiled to himself, shaking his head before locking up the pharmacy doors and heading home.

it had been a few days since then, and after continuous thinking, he finally decided it was the right time to ask you to do this with him.

you seemed to thoroughly enjoy that book, so surely, it would be even better to experience the real thing, no?

although, xiao had no idea how to bring this to your attention without sounding crude. why was he so nervous about something so simple? he was a yaksha. why were trivial human matters frightening to him?

when you finally came home that evening, you were surprised to see xiao waiting for you, standing in the doorway at attention, watching you almost drop your bag.

"oh, xiao-" you held a hand over your heart, laughing to yourself. "you scared me a little there."

you walked past him, opting to unpack your bag as xiao focused his steel gaze upon your form. "i don't know if you're hungry or not, but i brought your favorite." you turned, holding the container of almond tofu with a big grin.

you expected to see the usual hint of a smile on his own lips, though he seemed to remain neutral as you frowned slightly. "hey, is something wrong?" you started to feel concerned, worried you had upset the yaksha.

xiao clenched his fists as he huffed. "it's nothing. i appreciate the gesture."

you deflated a bit, causing xiao to feel that slight burn in his chest. guilt, he assumed. "alright, sure. i'll leave it here for you." you set the container back on the counter, rubbing your eyes as you put the rest of your things away.

xiao could take it no longer, wishing desperately to get this idea out of his head. "i read your book." he softly blurted out as you slowly turned towards him on your heels.

"what book-"

"the book."

"oh..." you fell silent, face feeling hot as you coughed. "well, i am, uh, sorry for traumatizing you with that, so...yeah." you averted your eyes, screaming at yourself inside your head. how could you forget to put that book back under your pillow? xiao was definitely going to disappear forever now. well done.

"do you want to try...that."

your eyes practically popped out from your skull, covering your mouth. "try what now?"

"intercourse. with- me."

xiao's face was as red as a tomato as you stared at him shocked. "i knew this was a foolish idea, i apologize for offending you. this is an insult to-"

"no!" you yelled out, moving your hands to his shoulders. "no, no, no you're misunderstanding!" you shook your head. "xiao, do you really mean it? you'd try it? with me?"

xiao nodded once, surprised by your overdramatic reaction. was it really as good as baizhu explained it to be?

he also wondered if his karmic debt would weigh too heavily on you for a moment before you gasped, shaking his shoulders with your excited gestures.

"oh, xiao, i...i wanted to ask you for a really long time. i just- i thought you'd never want to. and i never wanted to make you feel uncomfortable." you explained as xiao finally understood.

so you did want to create a child with him? to be honest, he wasn't quite sure if it was even possible, though he had heard stories of half adeptus children in liyue, namely that very popular lawyer woman.

"i'm willing to try." xiao nodded. he allowed you to excitedly lead him to the bedroom, stumbling over your own feet as you pulled him to the bed.

"there's really no need to be nervous." you told him sweetly, cradling his face between your palms as he willed himself to relax.

you were correct, and he hated to admit that a human was more wise than him.

you slowly leaned forward. "is this okay?" you questioned, noses nearly touching as he nodded, staying still and allowing you to approach him. you carefully pressed your lips to his, rubbing your thumbs across his cheekbones as you smiled into his mouth.

xiao's eyes fluttered shut as he allowed you to guide him, keeping his hands at his sides, awkwardly clutching at the blankets. you gently pulled away, feeling him lean forward to chase your lips before catching himself and opening his eyes.

you reached towards his hands now, holding them gently and placing them on your waist as you climbed into his lap. "there, that's better." you commented, kissing him deeper, swiping your tongue across the seam of his lips.

shockingly, xiao seemed to understand this gesture, parting his lips and allowing you to slide your tongue into his mouth. he seemed to find this sensation odd, gripping your hips a little tighter when you shifted against him.

he felt warm when you moved over his hips, pressing your weight down onto him as he groaned, feeling the strange sensations.

you smirked, grinding down against him as he leaned away, panting with spit-slicked lips as you held onto his shoulders tighter. "does that feel good?" you asked as his eyes closed once more, eyebrows furrowing. you giggled a little before stopping, hips growing tired before you suddenly let out a soft moan when xiao started moving your hips for you.

it was easy to forget his inhuman strength when he looked so soft. his grip was tight as he moved you at his leisure, inexperienced yet curious.

"have you- done this before?" you asked him, feeling warmth building in your core as xiao shook his head.

"never." he answered before pulling you against him once more, trembling a bit. "have you?" from the way you spoke and read it so freely, he was shocked to see you shyly shake your head.

"no...i was waiting for the right person." you admitted sheepishly. "i wanted it to be special." you smiled up at him, kissing his cheek.

xiao realized you were talking about him, making it feel like he had crystalflies in his stomach.

"here, i want to try something." you moved off his lap, opting to tug at the waistband of his pants. "we both take off some clothes so it isn't as awkward, okay?"

xiao was perplexed when he watched you shyly pull of your jacket. "i assumed it was normal to strip during this act. is it not natural?"

"huh?"

"being nude. why would you be uncomfortable with the idea?"

you paused, mouth opening and closing as you tried to think of an excuse. in that time, xiao took it upon himself to fully strip. "i have no shame in this form. i took it many years ago in honor of my savior. it is something of pride and loyalty. your form is to be respected." xiao reminded you as your eyes widened.

"well...okay." you took a deep breath, removing the rest of your clothing to match xiao as he carefully folded the fabric, placing it on the chair near the bed. "come here." you gestured as he moved towards you. "lean against the headboard."

xiao did as you commanded, feeling your gaze burn against his skin when you trailed your eyes down his body. you stopped just above his groin, feeling embarrassed as you leaned forward.

"oh! i almost forgot, i actually had something, well uh...just in case." you laughed nervously, reaching over to your nightstand, pulling out a small bottle of liquid.

"what is that?"

"it's supposed to make it easier by making your skin more slippery." you explained, uncapping the bottle to pour some on your fingers. "it'll feel much better with this. or so i've heard."

"from who?"

"...sources."

you ignored xiao's huff, carefully tracing a finger along his shaft as his hips jumped. "sensitive." you smiled, feeling his thighs go tense as you swirled your finger around the tip, playing with the slit as his cock slowly grew harder, leaning up against his stomach.

you moved your hand around him, carefully stroking in a gentle motion as he let out a groan from the slick sounds of your hand on his skin. "it...feels good, but strange-" xiao's hands clenched on the sheets as you moved your hand up and down, using the other hand to play with his heavy balls as he gasped.

as expected, he didn't last long, reaching his first orgasm quickly, coming all over your hand and his stomach, feeling sticky on your fingers as you gently eased him through his orgasm. he relaxed against the headboard, watching as you smiled to yourself.

the expression slowly faded when you realized he was still hard...?

"what- xiao, that's...weird? that's not supposed to happen."

xiao looked perplexed. "i thought humans are capable of enduring multiple orgasms."

"i mean, yeah, with breaks- they don't just keep going-" xiao cut you off by pulling you towards him, pressing your body to his.

"what do i do to return this favor?"

"well, i guess the equivalent would be fingering me? i'm not really sure about that though because-!" xiao reached his hand down to press against your wet cunt, feeling your hips jump against his touch. "xiao, hold on, i'm sensitive-"

he pressed his free hand against your fingers, collecting the leftover lube to press against your cunt, rolling his fingers over the skin messily. "xiao, there's a specific way to do it." your cheeks burned. "i'll show you." with one hand, you gripped his shoulder, the other reaching down to wrap around his wrist, feeling around for your clit until you positioned his finger pads just right.

"oh- there." you sighed, moving his fingers in circles as you moved your hips to match the motion.

"is this...adequate?"

"very," you laughed breathlessly. "but, i need you to do something else for me too."

"anything."

"before we try to put your...you know in me, i need to be, how should i say this, stretched out? they say it really hurts the first time...and i guess i'm just a little nervous because-"

"i promise i won't let anything hurt you." you were taken aback by xiao's sudden oath, looking deep into your eyes as your lips parted. "tell me what i need to do."

you carefully moved his hand down towards your hole, allowing him to feel for himself. "here?" he asked.

"yeah, just press in but be gentle, please." you whimpered as he dipped the tip of his index finger in, gently pushing as you shifted uncomfortably. "feels weird."

xiao stayed silent, eyebrows furrowed by the strange texture around his finger. it was tight, yet soft, wet, and warm as you sucked the digit in. he stuck another next to it, feeling you grip his shoulder tightly, hand falling from his wrist as you dug your nails into his bicep. "archons-"

he continued to push the digits in and out, sometimes moving his fingers a bit. he recalled baizhu explaining some of this. he called it 'fingering' or something along the lines. a fitting name indeed.

eventually you stopped him, gesturing for him to remove his fingers as he frowned. "is something wrong?"

"no, no, i just- i think i'm ready." you took a deep breath as he nodded.

he positioned his tip at your entrance, watching you worry your lip between your teeth as you felt it slowly enter you, tensing your body as he hissed.

"don't do that-" he groaned, grabbing your hips. "relax your muscles, it's too...tight."

you tried to relax, eyes tearing up slightly. it was not as excruciating as you expected, though the stretch did burn, and once you finally got through the hard part, xiao paused.

he allowed you to lean on him, taking shallow breaths as he smoothed a hand down your back. baizhu told him to be patient. he explained you would need time to adjust, that it could be painful taking something in your body this way.

xiao was glad he listened, finally feeling your heartbeat slow as he gently soothed you, albeit stiffly.

"are you okay?" he asked, feeling you nod against his shoulder. he carefully moved his hips experimentally, feeling you clutch your arms around his neck for stability, still pressed to his chest as he hummed, picking up the pace gradually.

you allowed him to buck into you at different angles, feeling him shiver as you kissed at his neck, humming into his skin.

"ah-" you suddenly arched when he hit your g-spot unexpectedly, eyes closing as xiao looked concerned. "that was- good, that was a good spot and-"

he pressed into it again, maintaining the angle of his hips as you trembled. "no, no, i'm gonna come if you keep doing that, xiao." you panicked, though he paid no mind, hearing going static as he continued to fuck up into you. "xiao-" you whined as he held you close to him.

he felt your soft breaths on his skin, hair tickling his neck as you suddenly jolted. "oh- i'm close, i'm really close, xiao, xiao-" you moaned lowly, desperately holding back.

"why are you afraid to experience orgasm?" xiao asked, breaking you from your stupor.

"huh?"

"why?"

"you...i need to keep up with you, xiao. if i- fuck, if i come now...you won't get to and i-"

"i don't mind." xiao admitted, focusing on the feeling of you squeezing around him. "i wanted to know what this was like. i didn't understand why humans were so fond of such things."

he reached down with a hand, sliding it down your stomach to press into your clit as you gasped. how did he remember where-

right. yaksha.

he had you trembling against him, orgasm washing over you as you went slack, leaning onto him and crying out his name as he shuddered, leaning back as you continued to squeeze him oh so tightly.

you felt blissed out as you slowly regained your senses, vision coming back to you as you smiled up at him.

your body still felt tingly, limbs numb as he slowly slid out of you. xiao could tell you were out of it, eyes hazy as he leaned down to kiss your head tenderly.

perhaps human intimacies weren't all completely useless.

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ぐちゃ ! (Splat!) [Yoru x F! Reader] [2]

Heya everyone!

Guess what? That's right, I'm trying something new!

After accumulating some a good amount of writing while waiting for the vote, instead of posting every other day with a few words, I'm gonna be posting once a week with a collection of words! Yep, this bad boy here is 7.8k words long!! MY HANDS AND EYES ARE KILLING ME I'M SORRY FOR ANY MISTAKES I MISSED

This is just a test to see if it's a good idea or not. Maybe if it goes well, I'll keep going, or stop if it's chaotic. Anyway, have a good one! See you next Friday!

❤ฺ·。

Yoru x F! Reader

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 4.5 / Part 5 / Part 6

Genre: Fluff

Synopsis: Hapless doesn't even begin to describe you. With your life flipped upside down within the span of a day; you're left to rely on your best friend Tala to help you pick up the pieces and build the new one forced upon you. And this 'luck' seems to have caught the attention of one of her friends.

。+❤ฺ·。❤ฺ·。+❤ฺ· +❤·。❤ฺ·。+❤ฺ·

Police sirens loudly rang throughout the entire district, Tala peeking from the alleyway you both hid in to notice another police car swerving past.

“Relax, Y/N, they won’t find us here!”

“It doesn’t matter! Did you see the print on the GROUND?!”

You gasped and held yourself, still shocked from the entire ordeal. Tala knelt next to you and patted your back, struggling to reassure you. How could she, when the sight surprised her just as much? Besides, it’s not like she knew how to calm people down in the first place.

“It almost killed us! It almost killed us, Tala!”

“It didn’t kill anyone, okay?! It missed us, we’re alive!”

“We almost died! We almost died!”

You hugged your knees, hyperventilating.

“We almost got squashed, it missed us by a few inches!”

You kept rambling nonsense under your breath, your voice quivering with an abnormal amount of fear. Tala, used to near-death experiences, wasn’t as horrified as you were. But that doesn’t mean what happened could just be easily brushed off.

Whilst swatting the flies away, suddenly, it was like an extraterrestrial force from outer space slammed itself against the ground. And when you both opened your eyes, a massive hand imprinted itself upon the hill you both stood on; defiling it. Like a giant that slapped the ground with all of its might. Even she couldn’t explain it.

“Y/N, Y/N, it’s alright, look, if the government doesn’t catch up to us first, then maybe a secret organisation will!”

“HOW IS THAT BETTER?!”

She awkwardly scratched the back of her neck, chuckling to herself.

“Okay, uh– good point, but… but look on the bright side! I just called someone and they know exactly how to help!”

“Help us?! We had nothing to do with this! The hand– it, it appeared out of nowhere, it came out of nowhere! It almost killed us! We were so close–”

Tala grabbed your shoulders, and forced your gaze on hers. She would slap you, but you weren’t one of her co-workers.

“Y/N! Help is on the way, okay! Stop freaking out!”

You stood up, clutching your head with both hands and muttering random sentences under your breath, ones she didn’t catch onto.

“I– I think I’m going insane, Tala! A– a giant hand, a massive hand! It appeared out of nowhere and almost hit us! How does that happen, how is this– how, is it possible? How is it normal?! Is this– is this what they meant by Radiants being dangerous?!”

“No, Y/N, this has nothing to do with that!”

Tala knew your information of Radiancy was extremely limited, mostly to what the news would spew out. But she couldn’t exactly tell you the whole story, not when you could hardly differentiate between left and right. Also, it’s confidential. Shouldn’t forget that.

“Just hold on, we’ll get help. The police will be off our tail in a second!”

You turned to her, panicking.

“Why would the police be on our tail?!”

Shouldn’t have said that either.

“What’s with you two?”

Thankfully, like some guardian angel (to Tala), a familiar voice appeared from behind you both. A dark silhouette stood in the entrance of the constricted alley, the street lights reflecting off of his blue jacket. Of course, you were terrified for a split second, thinking it was a cop, but Tala’s reaction quickly calmed you.

“Yoru, finally! We need your help!”

He stepped in, both hands in his pockets. And on his face, juxtaposed to the chaos, the police sirens and helicopters that wrapped around the park you both rushed out of, was an expression full of boredom.

“What now? Did you make another thunderstorm?”

Tala noticed the sudden shift in your expression and awkwardly chuckled, scratching the back of her head. But luckily, Yoru turned his attention to you instead.

“Who are you?”

“Who am I? Who are you? Why are you here?!”

“Yoru! Yoru, she’s, uh– this is, this is Y/N, my friend, and she’s freaked out right now, so you shouldn’t be asking her anything.”

He blankly stared at you, almost as if he was sceptical of your general presence. Thankfully, it was only for a few seconds before he turned to Tala.

“Give me a run down.”

“Alright!”

Tala quickly perked up, politely keeping your mouth shut. The events were scrambled in your mind, so the chances of you saying anything coherent was zero. And Tala knew it.

“There’s a park behind us, and, uh… there might be, sort of, a massive handprint on the hill.”

“Yeah, I saw it on the news. I meant give me the intimate rundown. Did your kit manifest?”

Pictures already spread throughout the country, especially since it flattened a few dozen massive trees in one fell swoop, and possibly a few animals hidden within the grass and branches. If the concept of it pancaking living beings wasn’t so horrifying, it would’ve been impressive. Of course, it shocked you how quickly things spread, but bad news travels fast, as they say.

Tala raised her hands defensively.

“There wasn’t electricity involved, it wasn’t my fault! Stop bringing it up!”

“Electricity?!”

You blurted out, and it was too late for Tala. Though he might’ve not really known it, Yoru’s complete disregard for the situation pretty much exposed her. Not that he really cared.

“Is she a Radiant?”

“No, she’s not. I’m telling you, it wasn’t either of us!”

Tala interrupted, but Yoru kept his eyes on yours, as if she never spoke.

“Before the hand, what exactly were you doing?”

He stared at you, and you couldn’t help but feel uneasy under his piercing gaze as he towered over you. Then, he looked down, the glimmer of gold catching his attention. In the darkness that enveloped you all, it stood out.

“I– I was swatting flies, okay? They were gathering around us and I–”

“Spare me the details. You were swatting flies, right?”

You nodded.

“Y– yes, yeah, I was swatting–”

“Was your hand open?”

“Yeah?”

“And what about this thing?”

He pointed to your bracelet, which you didn’t even notice until now. Not when you stumbled on your words, hardly able to put together a sentence with how fast he was going. Unlike Tala, this Yoru guy absolutely did not hold back, even when you were at the peak of your anguish. He seemed overeager to put the blame on you.

“This bracelet? What about it?! It has nothing to do with–”

The words were stuck in your throat once you lifted your hand and actually got a good look at it. You saw the golden accessory now wrapped tightly around your wrist, hardly moving an inch. Unlike before, when it could’ve easily been mistaken for a necklace with how loose it was. You scratched at it; but it wouldn’t move.

Tala was just as stumped.

“That– that was loose, yeah?”

You awkwardly laughed, struggling to tilt the object. But it stuck to you, like a limb. It didn’t take long for Yoru to catch on, turning to Tala.

“There’s your problem. You should’ve called Harbour, not me, idiot.”

“Harbour’s not my friend and you know it!”

As they bickered, you struggled with the bracelet. But trying to vigorously rip it away from you shot pain through your arm. Trying to get this off would be like ripping off your finger with no tools. You couldn’t fathom how this was even possible. How did it even happen? How did it tighten, and when?!

You clenched your fist and worked to take it off, digging your nails under it whilst the two continued arguing about meaningless nonsense.

“The bracelet’s so tiny! How could it have so much power, anyway?!”

“Hell if I know.”

“Really, it also fell on her arm when she first wore it! When did it get so tight?”

As she continued rambling, Yoru felt an odd sensation enter the atmosphere around them. And he quickly glanced behind him, noticing the trees that previously swerved with the wind completely stop, the branches now still as statues.

In the literal sense, the air stood still.

He looked at you, noticing your fist clenched, and you prepared to loosen it.

Then, the shadow of an invisible set of fingers emerged above you.

But just before it could crush you all, he grabbed your wrist and slammed it against the nearby wall, the silhouette disappearing just as fast as it appeared; not before destroying the top portion of the buildings you both hid in between.

“Stop moving that damn hand!”

He shouted, a massive portion of the roof falling behind you. It crashed and splattered into pieces so loudly, the noise deafened you for a split second. And once it was over, you weren’t given a single moment to catch yourself. Yoru angrily met your gaze, still holding on to your wrist.

“Don’t you dare move a finger, lady. Your hand can squash a quarter of the Philippines.”

Just like that, he let go and stepped out of the alley.

“With me. We’re getting this sorted.”

Like a pair of chicks behind their mother hen, you both mindlessly rushed behind him, blindly trusting his judgement. Of course, you had no choice, while Tala clearly trusted this dude.

“That’s so cool! So, this is like, an artefact? Like Harbour and Astra? You also have that mask, yeah?”

“What are you talking about?!”

Tala stuttered once she remembered you were right there again. And this time, Yoru caught on, annoyed. She could hardly go a few seconds without blowing her cover now, and it was embarrassing to watch on his end. So, like the honest, no-nonsense man that he was, he made the obvious decision to ease the stress on his dear friend’s shoulders.

“We’re both Radiants part of a secret organisation. And her callsign’s Neon.”

“Yoru!”

Genius.

“Neon? Radiants? Secret organisation?! So, that’s the job you didn’t want to tell me about!”

You met her gaze angrily, furious at her keeping this from you. And of course, she awkwardly chuckled, turning her gaze away. Shortly after, you clutched your head and massaged your temples, working to ease the aching that slowly took over you.

“Oh god, this is too much for one day…”

Yoru sighed and took out his comb, brushing his hair.

“Yeah? Don’t worry, there’s more.”

❤ฺ·。

Arriving on an aircraft dubbed the VLT/R, you sat right next to Tala– sorry, NEON, still holding your head and staring at the pristine flooring in shock. Yoru sat in front of you, fiddling with a butterfly comb in his hand. Unlike you, he was completely unbothered. Maybe he had gotten slightly amused by the situation, and your reaction to all of this. The tension was heavy, and she could tell your head was so close to exploding. NEON needed to calm you down.

“So… what now?”

“Best case scenario, they break the thing off and let her go.”

“Great! Don’t worry, Y/N, you’ll be back to your clerk job in no time!”

Neon said as she clasped her hands together. Yoru, on the other hand, simply raised an eyebrow.

“Tch. You’re excited about being a clerk?”

“It’s a peaceful job!”

You blurt out, meeting his gaze. And he couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Right. Must be high paying, too. You smell like you stepped out of a hibachi restaurant.”

…

“Is that a joke?”

“I’m serious.”

You shook your head in confusion.

“We went to a cafe. No restaurant.”

“Liar. I know the scent of a grilled steak with soy sauce on top. All cooked in sesame oil, too. Only a skilled hibachi chef could successfully pull off something that smells like that.”

You blankly stared at him for a few seconds, unable to process all of the extra information. Compared to everything you previously learned, it wasn’t anything important, but you also never went to a hibachi restaurant in your entire life. Too expensive.

Yoru proudly pointed to his nose, a smug smile on his face.

With how blank his expression was this entire time, this looked unnatural on him.

“I have a good sense of smell.”

“Yeah… I didn’t want to say anything, but I swore I could smell adobo since we left the alley. Fresh adobo! Just the way lola makes it.”

You couldn’t help but giggle, watching Neon lick her lips in excitement at the simple thought of it.

“I think you’re both just hungry.”

“Did you dip your hand in water?”

Yoru suddenly perked up. You met his gaze in confusion, before he pointed to your hand.

And safe to say, you were shocked all over again. Out of nowhere, there was some form of liquid that suddenly started seeping from your skin, dripping down your hand. It wasn’t sweat, either, it was an ongoing flow of clear fluid, like water.

You held it up to your face, confused. It didn’t smell like anything. Maybe it was water?

“I probably wasn’t looking…”

Before another word can be exchanged, you jumped once the VLT/R landed, and the door slid open to reveal a sight that took you a second to process. In the exit stood two women and one man. The one with the long black ponytail stepped up, a warm smile on her face and her eyes locked on yours.

❤ฺ·。

At first, you thought the one with the ponytail, Sage, would be the one to examine your hand. But Viper instead took it upon herself, since she seemed more qualified when it came to actually studying the human body and such.

It was the next day, early morning, and weirdly enough, it started off better than most mornings. That’s right, you were in the empty cafeteria, getting yelled at by your boss on the phone. You would say it’s a typical morning, but that would be a lie. Usually, you’d wake up by your extremely aggravating alarm at four, and still be late for work. Or, on the weekends, by the screaming of your younger family members.

“Y/N, I trusted you to have the papers ready by seven! You didn’t even show up!”

“Look, I’m sorry. Things happened!”

“What? ‘Things happen?’ That’s your excuse? You might as well spit on my face while you’re at it.”

You sighed and glanced at the bracelet on your right hand, a jade green tinge slowly overwhelming the gold.

“It wasn’t my choice. You’d know me by now, right? I never miss a day of work. But believe me, just this one time, something really did happen!”

“Unless this vague thing can get my papers done in less than fifteen minutes, it doesn’t really concern me, Y/N!”

You winced at the volume of his voice. Even if you’d gotten around to completing the task he’d given you, the amount of papers you were entrusted with were enough to complete a book. Logically, you’d need multiple people to complete it.

But he knew that, unlike you, your co-workers would complain about doing this without getting paid for it.

“I’m sorry, okay? I’ll try to find my way back, but–”

“Don’t bother. I might as well fire you, that’ll save me the stress of–”

You noticed a shadow looming over you, looking to your right to find a familiar face. Surprisingly, it was Yoru; the guy from yesterday.

Pleasantly complementing his generally blue palette were the rays of the sun, painting both him and the cafeteria into a stunning shade of gold. Had you believed in fairytales, you’d assume the Midas touch was in full effect.

You muted and gave him a tired smile.

“Magandang umaga. Yoru, right?” <Good morning.>‎‎

He pointed to the phone in your ear, your boss’s voice loud enough for him to be audible to the Japanese.

“What’s going on?”

“Oh, I missed work and my boss’s mad. Don’t worry, he’ll drop it eventually.”

You’d grown used to his yelling enough to be able to guess exactly what he’s talking about. And thus, you were able to have a conversation without missing anything. And by the blank look on Yoru’s face, he wasn’t impressed.

“You might as well quit.”

You tittered and turned back to the phone, but he caught your attention once more.

“I’m serious. You’re not going back to civilisation with that thing on your wrist.”

“I live paycheck to paycheck, you know. If I quit, I’ll be out on the streets!”

“You’ll be living here, lady. There’s no ‘bills’ anymore.”

His tone slightly shifted towards aggression. And though you were taken aback, you were already overloaded with stress enough to let it slide.

“Even if I wanted to quit, he won’t take me seriously! Maybe if I keep nagging him for like, a week, but not now.”

“Best I can do is two minutes.”

You stared at him for a moment, before tilting your head.

“You can get me out in two?”

“Want me to?”

He really thinks he can get to someone as stubborn and talkative as your boss, huh? As much as you didn’t want to, you really didn’t have much to lose. Even you knew that they wouldn’t let you out so soon after flattening a hill by accident. And so, with an eager nod, he immediately. stretched out his hand towards you.

“Hand me that.”

You did. He took a few steps away, and you shifted in your seat as he walked towards the centre of the cafeteria, anxious.

“Hey, listen here.”

Yoru slightly raised his voice. Though he was a metre away, you could hear the boss’s ranting immediately get interrupted.

“This is her friend. She quit. Sorry.”

The air stood still for a few seconds, before he started talking again, clearly furious. And knowing how much he liked to rabbit about, Yoru had gotten sick of his voice within a few seconds, judging by the way he furrowed his brow. Probably bringing up the papers he entrusted you with.

“Not her problem anymore. Figure it out.”

Just as he began ranting again, Yoru quickly spoke up.

“Yeah. Too bad. Bye.”

And just like that, he closed the call and handed you the phone.

To say you were shocked would be an understatement. More specifically at how blunt he was, telling a powerful man to shut his trap like that.

“Juskó, uh, are you– are you sure he won’t–” <Oh my god,>‎

Just as you said that, your phone began ringing once more, and it was exactly who you expected.

“Do I answer?!”

“Tch, no? Block him.”

“But what if he gets mad? Like, what if he does something?”

He rolled his eyes and moved to the fridge.

“Y/N, you’re an active threat to humanity until you get that hand under control. Relax.”

Oh, right. The bracelet.

You stared at the phone ringing in silence, many thoughts overlapping in your mind. Though you were shocked to your core at what he’d done, Yoru didn’t seem bothered whatsoever. He simply made his breakfast like this was a typical morning for him.

Taking your phone into your hand, you hesitantly closed the call. It began ringing again. And this time, you took his advice and blocked him. Once you did, the calls stopped coming. And it was as if a few tonnes of metal were lifted off of your shoulders, taking in the silence once more.

Wow… This must be what serenity feels like, beyond a word slapped on top of a pretty image on Google.

“So… what happens now?”

“What?”

“I just quit my job. What do I do now?”

“You work for Valorant now. Did Viper test out that arm yet?”

You looked at your hand where the ‘bracelet’ sat. Only now did you notice the colour. There wasn’t a hint of gold anymore. It was fully green, and it didn’t glimmer like a gem.

Also, they numbed your arm so that you wouldn’t accidentally crush the base.

“I guess. I don’t remember what she told me. I blanked out halfway through.”

Yoru scoffed.

“They’ll figure that out, first. Then, after training, you’ll get on missions with us.”

You looked up at him, watching him take out a few eggs and wash them.

“Missions? Like what?”

“Depends. Other than squashing, what can you do?”

You turned back to your numb arm. And this time, you lifted up to the table, allowing the sun to shine and give you a clearer view of the bracelet.

It was hard to remember, and you left Viper’s synopsis back in Neon’s room since you ran out when your boss called.

“I think she said I can make smells, or whatever.”

“Tch, what?”

“Yeah, wait– I remember now! The water from my hand, apparently it’s nectar and it has a scent. Viper said it smells like fruit, and there’s someone else, she had a big ponytail. She said it smells like… mountain air.”

“Mountain air? Yeah, that checks out.”

You followed his movements, watching him wash a bowl and a pan. Was he mocking her?

“What does that mean?”

“Sage was a monk, I think. Probably meditated on a mountain.”

He turned on the stove and immediately got to cooking, cracking the eggs.

“Monk? That’s… new.”

The people here sounded like unique individuals. First, Viper, whom you recognised from the awards she won years ago. Now, a monk.

“Explains the hibachi smell yesterday.”

He commented and you smiled to yourself, remembering his eagerness as he explained the intricate details of the meat. Him, and Neon. So, the smell differs with everyone, you thought. But you seemed to be immune to it.

Then, there was a delectable real smell that ripped your attention away from your thinking and back onto Yoru. Surprisingly, it was from his food.

“What’s for breakfast?”

“Tornado omelette.”

Tornado omelette? Unique breakfast, you thought.

“Mind sharing?”

“I do, actually.”

You paused for a moment, quickly growing disappointed once you understood.

“Awe, really? Lame.”

“Yeah, I only cook for people I like. Sorry.”

His apology didn’t sound genuine. But, to be fair, nothing that came out of his mouth sounded genuine. ‘People I like’, he said. Did you even need to ask to know that his list of liked people was minuscule? Just look at him.

“Do you like anyone here?”

“No.”

He answered with quickness and you rolled your eyes and sat back. But then, you promptly remembered what he did. Yoru shut down your boss with no more than a few words, and practically freed you within a few minutes of meeting you. So really, how could you be mad at him right now?

This was one of the rare interactions that didn’t go horribly wrong.

You looked at him. Well, the back of his head, since he wasn’t facing you whatsoever.

“Hey, Yoru?”

“Yeah.”

You smiled.

“Thanks for helping me out.”

…

“Don’t thank me.”

He said. And again, you were taken aback. It didn’t sound like a humble statement, either. He genuinely sounded uninterested by your gratitude. What kind of philosophy does this guy follow? You thought, but it felt like it was too soon to judge.

❤ฺ·。

“I can’t believe you’re getting your own room already. You should’ve said no, and we’d have sleepovers every night!”

Neon said excitedly as you scanned the updated paper in your hand. Her voice echoed through the cafeteria you both sat in, since it was empty despite it being late in the afternoon. It’s not like you’ve seen anyone other than her and Yoru, and Viper who took you in for a few hours before letting you have your break.

“Tala, two can barely fit on that bed.”

“But with a promotion, I can make it a king-size.”

She winked, and you couldn’t help but force an eye roll at this, looking down at the paper again.

“Also, it’s Neon. You’re not really allowed to use real names around here, remember?”

“You guys call me by my name all the time.”

“They haven’t picked a callsign for you yet! I’m thinking it’s something about gems. Maybe… Psh, I dunno, gold? Mineral?”

“Mineral? What am I, baby food?”

Neon laughed, taking her smoothie into her hand.

“Fair enough. Anyway, did you meet anyone yet?”

You wordlessly gestured to the cafeteria around you, as if to remind her there’s nobody. And it’s not like she caught on, she blankly stared at you as she took a sip.

“Valorant’s emptier than I thought. Are you and Yoru the only ones here?”

“Oh! No, no way, there’s plenty of us! They’re on missions right now.”

Amidst your crowded and exhausted mind, the only people you remembered were Viper and the other monk lady. But were you about to admit that, out of all of them, Yoru took control of your mind effortlessly? Well…

You put the paper down and sighed, smiling.

“I talked to Yoru this morning…”

Neon raised an eyebrow as she sipped her smoothie, watching your previously tense posture shift.

“What’s his deal?”

“What do you mean?”

You turned your gaze away, unsure how to tell her.

“I don’t know. He's nice, but also vulgar at the same time.”

“Oh! Yeah, I know what you mean. Yoru’s just that type of guy, you know? Lone wolf and that edgy stuff. He’s a rude-ass, but if you don’t mind that, he’s chill.” she brought the straw up to her lips as she spoke, “Did he do anything?”

“He told my boss off, and I don’t have a job now.”

She nearly choked, clearing her throat and pulling the drink away.

“Your boss? The same guy who–”

“YES. The same guy who convinced me unpaid overtime is legal, okay? Don’t remind me.”

Neon laughed, taking a quick sip. And this time, she was mindful not to spill a single drop.

“Did he share his food with you, though?”

“Uh, no?”

“Then he doesn’t like you.”

…

What?

“Is this an ongoing thing?”

“It is! Yoru’s like, the best cook here. Nobody can top him, but nobody can get a taste either. I’d kill to try his homemade soba!”

She said as she licked her lips with the same excitement she harboured for her lola’s adobo. You beamed at this, sitting up once more. Nobody can get a taste either, huh? And Neon’s overeagerness combined with the tornado omelette you saw earlier, it was clear that his dishes were no joke. Gordon Ramsay who, right?

But just as you thought you could take on this challenge, you backed off.

No way.

Then, Neon fixed her posture once the sound of heels clicking took over your ears, both of you looking back to see a silhouette familiar to only her. You squinted, before smiling once you recognised the large ponytail, elegantly swerving with each step.

“Good morning, Y/N. How’s your hand?”

The ‘monk’, as you called her in your mind said, a sweet smile lifting her cheeks. Applying pressure to your fingers, you could tell the drug only now was in the midst of wearing off.

“Still numb, but I’m used to it.”

“Good. Are you ready to go back to the lab?”

You sighed and nodded. But just as you stood up, so did Neon, putting down her now-empty smoothie with a loud clank.

“Sage, did we decide on a name yet?”

Sage. That’s her name. Well, callsign

“Something came to mind, but we won't get to it until we determine how her hand works.”

She stopped at the doorway, wordlessly gesturing to you both to follow her. And with excitement you definitely didn’t share, Neon made her way towards the healer, trotting with each step.

❤ฺ·。

There wasn’t much of a difference between your old boss and Viper, now that a few hours have passed. Sure, this time, by what Yoru said and Neon confirmed; you had absolutely no bills to pay and even had vending machines to eat out of and all you had to do was let her study you relentlessly– okay, putting it that way; you sounded like a child.

“This might hurt.”

Viper suddenly twisted your wrist, forcing you to take in a sharp breath. Just a few more inches, and she’d definitely rip a few tendons. Thank god your hand was still numb.

“No, that’s fine– go ahead.”

You said with an awkward giggle, but she didn’t change her focused expression. And like an orange, more of the transparent nectar slipped out. And using her pipet, she aspirated a considerable amount of it, before emptying out on a vial. Then, she repeated this process, until it was full.

“Sheesh, Y/N. Are you a sadist?”

“Sadist…?”

You said in confusion. Viper pulled away, side-eyeing Neon as she worked on the sample, and you quickly clutched your wet hand to relieve the pain.

“I think you mean masochist.”

“Tomato, tomato.”

Viper inhaled the scent of the nectar. And to your surprise, her face twisted to disgust; a major contrast to the serene expression you evoked from her and Sage just the day before.

“The smell keeps changing. What’s with that?”

“How? Didn’t it smell like fruit yesterday?”

“Yes, but it’s like…”

She pulled down her surgical mask and smelled it once more.

…

Viper shook her head. Clearly, she knew the answer, she just didn’t want to say.

“Neon, smell this.”

Neon stepped up to the counter and took a deep sniff, before coughing and pulling away.

“Why does that smell like�� bleh, it smells like a bunch of electricity!”

You stared at her in confusion, and she took another deep inhale, clearing her throat.

“Yeah, it’s like, it’s kinda like I stuffed my face into a thunderstorm and smelt it, you know? It– it doesn’t make sense, I know!”

“Probably shouldn’t have only one person to test the sample.”

Viper sarcastically noted as she hurriedly closed the vial. This, of course, earned an odd look from you.

“Wait– but yesterday you said that the smell was good. Why’s it bad now?”

“I don’t know. Maybe it’s linked to emotion. How do you feel right now?”

You blinked.

“Uh… Fine, I guess?”

Just as you said that, there was a loud yet unfamiliar knock on the door behind you, and you all looked over to see a figure push the doors open and let himself in. It was a large burly man. Tall, and by god, even though his ocean-blue colour scheme reminded you of Yoru, the aura he emitted with each step was one of confidence and joy you’ve never seen in anyone else, especially not in a workplace. It was a complete juxtaposition to everything the Japanese was.

“Good afternoon, ladies! How are we doing?”

He called out with an immense amount of charm, being met with a wide smile from Neon.

“Harbour, welcome back! Remember what I told you? We found your match!”

“I thought I heard some ruckus about a new bracelet-wielder around here.”

Harbour. That must be the guy with the bracelet artefact, you thought.

He stopped. And though he met your gaze, your eyes were locked on his arm, his own imposing bracelet taking over half of his forearm with mesmerising patterns, as if it was cuttlefish that would take on different colours to hypnotise prey. Moreover, it was gold. Unlike the weird gross green tinge you had, it shined brilliantly, harbouring the same confidence as its carrier.

“I take it you’re tired?”

You jumped and looked at him, your lids heavier than a few tonnes of metal. Clearly, he said a few things you didn’t catch beforehand.

“Huh? Oh, sorry, I was– uh, your bracelet’s so much cooler…”

“Don’t say that, I’m sure yours has its own unique–”

“Definitely not.”

Holding up your arm, your hand and fingers numb, you smiled awkwardly as you allowed him to take in your own underwhelming… artefact. You noticed a shift in his expression as he took a step closer and observed, but his response wasn’t what you expected.

“Wait, is this a plant, or what?”

Only now did you notice the bracelet’s new form. And to say it was incredibly awkward looking, especially compared to Harbour, would be a grave understatement. To put it in the most flattering way possible, it looked like you ripped out a rose, cut off the top, took the stem and tightly wrapped them around your hand.

It took on a more forest-green colour with a vague cherry red hue surrounding it, a dozen spikes slowly sprouting with a drop of clear fluid on the end of each one of them. Said liquid looked like the nectar your hand would produce, but more contained.

Sure, the green might literally be its ‘stem’, but what plant even looked like this? Besides the aforementioned roses, you couldn’t think of anything else that was red in this way.

“Harbour, before you train her, can you smell this?”

Viper quickly handed him the vial. And once he complied, you noticed his previously amicable expression quickly switch at this. The scent displeased him. It wasn’t like he was disgusted, either. It was something else.

“That’s…”

He smelled it once more, before handing it back to her.

“That’s just repugnant.”

“Repugnant? Why, what do you smell?”

Even she was surprised at the word he used.

“I can’t describe it. I– I think you should ask someone else instead. Now, let’s get going, those hands aren’t going to train themselves, are they?”

Barely given a moment to process from how fast he was going, you quickly stood up and followed him. But why was he so eager to leave the conversation after smelling the vial? You wondered, especially with how quick he began talking. Just what could be in it?

However, before you could ask, he suddenly perked up with a new topic.

“How long have you been in that lab for?”

“Oh, I don’t know, since twelve?”

“Twelve afternoon? That’s almost six hours. I can’t imagine how suffocating it would be to stay that long. No pun intended.”

You smiled to yourself, meeting his gaze as you each walked down an unfamiliar hallway. He didn’t say anything funny, you just couldn’t help but share his contagious joy just by the way he’d talk.

Harbour was a massive difference from Yoru, that’s for sure.

“No pun intended? What pun?”

“You weren’t told yet? Viper works with poison. That’s her whole thing.”

“Oh? Poison? But I thought– wasn’t she a doctor…?”

“Doctor? Well, if you consider submerging rats in acid as healing them, then technically she’s a doctor.”

You sighed and rubbed your temples, attempting to move your right hand’s fingers despite barely being able to feel them. But thankfully, by this time, the drugs had slowly begun to wear off.

“Is there anyone normal around here?”

Harbour laughed and crossed his arms.

“I’ll be the first to tell you, you’re out of luck with that. I can't think of anybody here that’s normal.”

“Looks like I’m the first one, huh?”

Harbour laughed, slapping your back with a considerable amount of roughness, enough to unintentionally hurt you. But you kept your mouth shut and simply smiled along. It felt like your shoulder blade was about to break in half.

Every new agent that would be introduced, it would take some time to get used to them, with how unique everyone looked. But the only unique thing about you was your ‘bracelet’, the dark roots deep within your arm that looked like veins from far away, and maybe your messy bob. Other than that, you looked completely out of place. Almost to a funny degree if it wasn’t terrifying somewhat.

Harbour then stopped in front of a doorway. Inside, you could hear distant banging. Few and far between, but each one still made you jump.

“What the hell’s that noise?”

“That? Probably Gekko training.”

Gekko?

“What kind of training makes this noise?”

He looked at you in amusement, still grinning.

“You weren’t kidding when you said you were normal, huh? Anyway, you’ve spent six hours back in the lab, you don’t want a break before we work on that hand?”

“No, no, no breaks, it’s okay. We can keep going.”

“Are you sure?”

You smiled and shook your head, clearly insisting despite your considerable need to lie down. It felt like you’d be a nuisance if you prolonged this anymore, so you couldn’t help but cave in.

“Sure. I’m a bank clerk, I can handle anything.”

“Is that so? Can you handle guns?”

You awkwardly laughed, hoping that he was being sarcastic since his cheeky tone supported this notion.

“Oh, please. I get held at gunpoint weekly at work, a little glock isn’t gonna do anything to me.”

“Haha, good one. Alright, come in, we’ll see what you can do.”

You weren’t joking.

He swung the doors open and allowed the air from inside to strongly hit your face like a solid bring, the strong scent of gunpowder entering your nostrils. And from the figure far away, shooting down a few dozen bots with smoke billowing from the red tip, it wasn’t a smell your hand could produce, that's for sure. Not since you yourself could smell it.

“Gekko, easy on the Vandal! Give it a moment to cool down!”

He shouted over the shooting, somehow, his deep voice dwarfing the sounds of the bullets. Enough to earn his attention and quickly comply.

“Hey, coach, welcome back! How was–”

Just as Gekko looked back, he cut his sentence short and smiled as you two approached him, the smell of fire growing stronger and stronger.

“Woah, who’s this?”

He quickly put the gun down, turned his body to face you in order to look more presentable. And by god, you couldn’t help but stare at his neon green buzzcut. With how exhausted you were, this bright colour managed to wake you up.

“We have a new one to train alongside you. This is…”

“Y/N.”

Gekko beamed at this, clearly excited at having a new recruit already.

“Y/N! What’s up? They didn’t give you a name, yet?”

“Yeah… no. She’s an active threat right now. Names will come after we make sure she won’t squash the base by accident.”

“Squash the base? Like the whole thing?! Jeez, I don’t even want to ask what you can do.”

You sighed.

“You don’t want to know.”

“Hopefully it doesn’t involve the radivore stuff, Deadlock will be on your ass if so.”

He winked with an immense amount of cheekiness, earning an eye roll from Harbour. But before he could get an earful for somehow bringing whoever that was into this, you heard a gurgle behind him, and a yellow creature emerged from next to his leg, an audible pitter patter with each slow step as it moved to get a good look at you.

You blinked and stared at it.

Were you dreaming, or what?

“Since when were penguins yellow?”

Gekko looked down in confusion, before he glanced behind him and saw exactly what you were talking about. And he couldn’t help but laugh at your assumption.

“No, this is Wings! He’s one of my buddies. You know, he’s part of that radivore thing I talked about.”

You knelt, getting a closer look at the critter. And he looked adorable. Especially with the armour plates and the purple mask thing he had over his face, complementing his beady white eyes.

“Is he a penguin, though?”

“Noo, no penguins! He’s a whole new thing, you feel me? I dunno what, but it’s… um, you know, I never really thought about it.”

“Maybe you should do the honours of naming the species, Gekko.”

Harbour joked, but Gekko seemed to take it seriously, saying something your tired mind didn’t catch.

Wingman slowly approached, his eyes clearly stuck on the bracelet. Probably since the vein-root thing looked pretty macabre when you spent more than a second observing it.

“Anyway, I’m thinking we take this training outside, like Brim said. Maybe a landscape, what do you think?”

Harbour noted. And Gekko probably said something in response to this, but again, you couldn’t focus on anything other than the mysterious creature in front of you. Also, how much you wanted to sleep. Hey, things were going well so far, why not enjoy yourself?

“He’s so tiny, I’ve never seen anything like this.”

You muttered. And on instinct, after the medicine wore off, you lifted your right hand to pet him.

“Y/N, I don’t think you should–”

A loud crash, though muffled, suddenly took over all of your ears.

You suddenly were forced up with an immense amount of pressure around your wrists, enough to completely restrict your blood flow. Harbour had grabbed your wrist and lifted you before anymore damage could be done.

“OKAY. Okay. You know what? I think we’re taking you–”

Then, a portion of the roof to your right tumbled over, squashing at least five bots with a loud bang that deafened each of you. And of course, that wasn’t to account for the debris that suddenly rushed so threateningly close towards you.

All colour drained from your face.

❤ฺ·。

Your entire right arm was drugged.

And despite her best efforts, Neon wasn’t able to convince you to leave her room to meet the rest of the agents, especially her friends, who’d just returned from their expedition. Or even help you forget what had happened. The only silver lining in this was that Viper hadn’t had the time to assign you your own room. Otherwise, she’d be banging and clawing at your door like a hungry cat.

“Y/N, relax, it’s fine! Harbour said the hole’s only a metre wide, it’s easy to fix!”

“I’M NOT MOVING.”

You shouted, your voice muffled since your hand covered the majority of your face. Mostly the lower part, but I digress. Since you were sitting on a chair with your arm resting on the vanity table (full of plushies you pushed away), she was able to place a hand on your back in an attempt to reassure you.

“I’m serious, it’ll be fixed in like, a few days. Are you gonna sit here your entire life?”

“Do you know what I heard when I came back here? The white haired one, she said; ‘why’s the training range out of order?’”

Neon knew you were referring to Jett. And yeah, duh, said range was most of the agents’ favourite spot to chill, other than the cafeteria. So putting out of order on your first day… Mortifying, to say the least.

“It was an honest mistake, Y/N. Nobody’s mad over it. Also we have like, a bunch of robots to take care of stuff around here.”

“I’m not leaving this room, Tala! When I meet those other people, I’ll probably pancake them! The only person who I sorta made a good impression on was Yoru, and that was its own brand of embarrassing…”

Neon took a step back and stroked her chin, suddenly falling into silence for the next few seconds.

Of course, being overwhelmed with the fact you’d crushed a portion of the base, even though Harbour insisted it was his fault for not bringing you out sooner, it took you a moment to realise that she was brewing one of her familiar plans.

Then, she took out her phone and gave you her back, taking a few steps away. And you couldn’t help but let curiosity get the best of you.

“Tala, what do you think you’re doing?”

“Nothing…”

Ignoring the dozen of messages she’d already received from her friends when they noticed her and your disappearance, she quickly opened Yoru’s (empty) DMs and began rapidly typing. Of course, of all people, he’d be the last to ask about your whereabouts.

‘HEY’

Surprisingly, he went online and saw the message pretty fast.

‘HELP ME GET HER OUT????’

‘SHE DOESNT WANT TO LEAVE MY ROOM CUS OF THE RANGE STUFF’

‘tf do u want me to do’

“It’s this stupid hand!”

You suddenly called out, grabbing your numb wrist and tossing it on the table like it wasn’t a part of your body. And under the sharp rays of the beach image she’d set to your right, it managed to highlight the roots inside. A few had grown thicker than your very fingers, and travelled through your entire arm towards your shoulder. Clothes concealed the rest of the details, but did you want to know what it looked like?

Thanks to the medicine, it prevented the bracelet from emitting scent. Otherwise the whole room would stink of electricity or whatever Neon said earlier.

“I wish I could just chop it off! I can go with one hand in life, why shouldn’t I?! I can switch to using my left one, anyway!”

Neon, while texting, laughed to herself.

“Not that I’m saying you should, but– why don’t you? Again, I’m not saying you should!”

You sat back with a deep sigh. Admittedly, you would never willingly amputate your arm. You weren’t that desperate. Or brave.

“Viper said the thing’s implanted in my nervous system, or something. It’s stuck to my brain now.”

“Unlucky…”

She nervously mumbled, continuously spamming Yoru with texts upon texts as you spoke.

“Hey, so, unrelated, how do you feel about Sage?”

“Sage? That healer one?”

Neon nodded and turned to your gaze, setting her phone to silent so that you wouldn’t hear the incoming notifications. She watched you shrug and turn your gaze to the string of pictures and posters hung up in front of you.

“I didn’t see much of her, but she’s nice, I guess. Why’s it always the healers who are nice?”

“What?”

“Nothing! Okay, how about this. We talk to Sage, and since she’s nice and stuff, maybe she can help you out?”

You stared at her for a few seconds, before standing up and walking towards the centrepiece of the room, the haven of her plushes and freedom to do the most impossible gymnastics in her sleep.

“Thanks, but I think it’s better if I head to bed.”

“Wait, wait, think about it! She does stuff with her hands, you do stuff with your hands, it’s a match! Right?”

You plopped yourself onto the bed. And like a cocoon, you wrapped the blankets around you, completely concealing yourself. Neon let out a defeated groan.

“Goodnight, Tala.”

“Bah, you’re such a grandma! Who sleeps at nine?”

“Goodnight!”

You announced, and finally convinced her to give up.

She turned towards the door and closed the lights, before giving you one last look.

“I’m gonna introduce them to you, anyway. When you leave this room, they’ll all know who you are!”

“Sure, whatever.”

“I’m warning you!”

Among the maze you formed with the blanket, you somehow managed to slither your responsive hand out to give her a wave, earning a giggle from her.

“Is that permission granted? Thanks! I won’t disappoint you!”

And with that, the door slammed shut, miniscule particles of dust settling after the impact.

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p1-f1 · 7 months

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Ghosts in the Graveyard *

𝙿𝙰𝙸𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂: Ghost!Stenny x Reader.

𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙽𝙾𝚄𝙽𝚂: None. Fem implied.

𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂: MDNI. Mentions of death/torture.

𝚆𝙲: 1.6K

𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙴𝚂: This is my first Halloween special, + first time writing something slightly spicy!! Also I haven’t written in a while, and I know it’s past Halloween. Enjoy!!

The dark graveyard rings with silence, but it speaks for thousands. Old creaky trees, dark clouds, and a bright moon that shone down to lead your way. It was as if it it was leading you, wanting to help you to find the graves you were looking for.

You came for two people in specific.

Kenny Mcormick and Stan Marsh.

Three or four years ago, the two boys went missing after reportedly running away. Some say they were massacred by wolves. Others say they were kidnapped and tortured. One things for sure, no matter how many bodies the cops claim to be theirs, they never are.

Everyone knows this. Kenny didn’t have brown hair. Even if his parents don’t remember. He was forgettable and vague but not to the point you forget something so obvious. Stan didn’t wear his school ID everywhere he went. In fact, he burned the thing the moment the school gave it to him in drunken recklessness. The ID they found was burnt, sure, but when Stan was done with his, it was a few pieces of ash.

Stan Marsh was an interesting boy, one only a few people could find the words to explain. He was a mysterious boy. One moment he’d be fine the next he’d listening to The Cure and crying about his girlfriend to his now late friend, Kyle

When he wasn’t crying or getting drunk, he was getting into whatever trouble he could find with his friends. Many a time people saw his mother getting him from the police station. Though, weeks before his disappearance, he hadn’t caused trouble at all. Actually, people saw a spike in his grades and his amount of smiling.

Thing was, he got quiet. Horribly quiet. Poor kid wouldn’t even talk to his own mother in full sentences. Only person who talked to?

Kenny McCormick. Dirty minded, dumb, weed addicted. When he was alive he would fight anyone who called him out on his everlasting addiction but it was there and it was obvious. He couldn’t go a day without getting high and his non addiction gave withdrawal symptoms when he didn’t have weed in his system for more than a day or two. It was sad, really.

Other than getting high and fucking the entire cheerleading team, Kenny really was a caring person who would do anything for his friends. He had a sister, who, is in middle school now, but still mourns his death. His parents are dead, and his older brother is either on the streets or in his grave. Nobody remembers the Mccormicks. Other than Karen’s girlfriend or just friend who hasn’t come to the realization that she might be gay, nobody else visits their graves but Karen.

They say that if you visit the graveyard with Kenny’s old parka or a small bag of weed you’d be spared, but nobody has ever found his raggedy orange jacket so they didn’t know if that was true. Same with Stan. Show up with his old blue beanie or booze, he’d let you go without a thought. Just dump it into the lake and minutes later his spirit wasn’t floating straight.

That’s where you come in. You had known the two when you first came to South Park, getting close to the two specifically.

Sure Kyle was a sweet guy and you’d been with him for a little bit, but he was a hopeless romantic, and you lost interest only a few months later. Kenny and Stan made you feel some type of way. Kenny’s teasing, Stan’s edge and level of patheticness just…made you shiver. In the good way, of course.

You’d had a crush on them for a good while, and not just one, but both at the same time. Dreaming of them holding you and kissing you and— anyway, they were gone. And you still weren’t totally believing that. They’d show up for you, surely. Both boys loved being around you!

But here you were. Only person with the blue beanie, and only person with the orange parka. Ready to meet your lost loves. (That— weren’t really your loves— but, you’ll meet them anyway.)

You step up to the grave and watch as the bugs scurry off. Something was already here with you. The first one up was Kenny. Setting the parka down neatly folded. the thought that you didn’t exactly know what to do popped in like that and out just as fast. As long as you could see your boys, nothing else mattered.

The wind sent a shiver down your spine, and you took it as a sign to start your little séance.

“Kenny…I heard you show up for everyone else. You— scare them away— or whatever, but, I don’t want that. I want to see you. To talk to you, maybe? I don’t know.”

The doubt had already filled your head. Did he even ever like you? Did Stan? Were you even a small thought as they were dying? What if you couldn’t even convince him to show up? Too many possibilities, too short of a Halloween.

“I miss you, yknow. Quite a bit. Everyday I miss walking past your house after school and seeing you work in the yard or playing with Karen because you couldn’t be inside. I miss seeing you behind the school getting wasted or high or with a girl for gods sake. I just—“

And right as you were about to start talking, piercing cold hands slid from your waist down to your hips, then the feeling was gone.

If it’s not Kenny, another really horny ghost was around.

“Was— Was that you? Are you here? Kenny? Whatever— just…I’m sorry I couldn’t help. Or be there. Or even die with you. It should’ve been me. If I hadn’t hung up on Stan— or if I had walked home with you— none of this would have happen—“

“There’s no point in saying “had”, doll.”

That stupid sly voice spoke, from up in a tree.

“You’ve had my attention since you stepped foot in this damn graveyard. Always will. The hottest piece of ass!”

He laughed, the ghostly figure floating down from a tree. It was indeed Kenny. (Not that you ever had any doubt.) Except, he was a pale blue and slightly transparent, with a slight aura of orange. His left eye was missing, gone along with his left forearm and two fingers on his right hand. His white “wife-beater” was torn on the bottom and some on the top. With small streaks of blood and maybe some dirt here and there, too.

His sweet old eyes were still soft but had no pupils, so most of telling how he was feeling came from his tone. Cute, bruised, marks, scars, anything lined his cheeks faintly. Those small little chin dimples still rested, though, under the sly smirk. He was already checking you out, and you just found out he was here.

“Kenny!”

You squeal, running to him. He turned opaque, arms wrapping around you with excitement and joy. Those arms… they always had your attention. Lanky but not totally skinny, toned but not completely buff, a good amount of muscle and a good amount of bone. Anyone would just call him skin and bone but they don’t know him like you do.

“Hey sugar!”

Kenny said with a light chuckle, holding you close. He loved your body, being much bigger than you. So small…easy to hold…easy to love…

“Yknow, is it just me, or have you gotten even more beautiful after my death? Oh honey that ass…”

He gave it a playful slap, causing your face to flush even more.

“My beauty…” Long slender fingers met the start of your thighs, lifting you up with ease so he could hold you. He made little suggestive motions, but never made a move.

“You’d like to be in this position with me more, hm? I know you would. How dirty!”

“Oh go easy on ‘em, Kenny. They’ve only seen you for the first time in what- four years? I don’t care enough to remember..”

A deeper voice rang, and something in your mind registered as your back was met with a chest. Kenny flips you around, turning you into the same position with Stan.

“Stan…”

“Y/N.”

Dark blue and piercing eyes started into yours, almost like he could see your very soul floating about. His dirty bleached hair rest in his shoulders. The black roots has spread like fungi out from under his hat, which he put on your head. The scars along his face from certain…childhood…events were more slight in death, but still hot as fuck.

Stan had more meat on his bones, surprisingly, and was a bit more buff than Kenny, but still not a body builder. You could feel the rough and calloused hands on your cold thighs, squeezing ever so slightly.

He leans his head forward, raising and eyebrow.

“I’d say take a picture…but, well, you know, don’t you sweetheart?”

His voice lowers, face getting even closer. You could feel Kenny’s own lips already latched to your neck. His hands moved your hair away from it so he could have more access and sucked. What happened to them when they died? Maybe they’re just taking advantage of the fact someone came to visit them that they knew, or…they really liked you.

“You smell nice…did you get all dolled up for us? Wanted to see us so bad? Impress us? Just like you did with those skimpy little outfits in school? How pathetic…come on, hon…”

Stan degrades, laughing as his teeth met your bottom lip. He bit, pulling it away and letting it make a small snapping noise when it retracted

“Did you miss me? I sure missed you.”

Usually Stan was more on the quiet side. In the few times you’d kissed either of them when they were living, Stan hardly said a word. But now? Very talkative. Kenny, on the other hand, always loved talking. He was loud, very spontaneous. But fun nonetheless..

“So sweet…all for us. Isn’t that right, Kenny?”

“All for us!”

“And oh are we gonna have fun with you…”

“So much fun…”

[ BATTERY - LOW. ▯▯▯> ]

#kenny mccormick x yn #kenny mccormick x reader #stan marsh x yn #stan marsh x reader #south park x reader #South Park fan fiction #pifi writes

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groguspicklejar · 2 years

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The Lies We Tell [Chapter Three]

Summary: Sometimes the past refuses to stay where it should be and when that happens, the Mandalorian is painfully reminded that the kindest souls are the ones who suffer the most.

Pairing: Din Djarin x fem!reader

Warnings: Din Djarin pining over reader, Murderous Thoughts, Cara Dune, Violence, Anxiety, Cara Dune being a flirtatious lil shit, Baby Yoda being a chaotic lil shit, mentions of arranged marriage.

Word count: 6.4K

A/N: This chapter was partially written when I was in shock after some shit went down at home, so please do forgive my mistakes. Also, this one's for @ayothatsano. And sorry for posting so late this week, guys. I've just started driving lessons and I had to go for psychotherapy because of a minor neck injury I sustained not too long ago and I hadn't had the time to write until now. Hope you enjoy this chapter and I'll try to post next week❤️

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Din's helmet tilted as he watched you laugh.

The kid didn't realize how hilarious he was at times. Or how adorable. You couldn't help the laughter bubbling in your throat as you saw how he hopped around like the frog he was chasing. And in doing so, some of the other kids had joined in on the action.

The first time he met you on Nevarro, he thought you were lost. A curious wanderer at best and a lost soul at worst. Turns out it was a little bit of both. Another thing he noted was how much you reminded him of flowers. You always carried the scent of some wild flower he didn't know the name of but had seen on one of his bounty runs.

You were blossoming exceptionally well on Sorgan. More so than you ever would have on Nevarro. You smiled more. And genuinely. Not the fake smiles you'd put up for Nevarro. No, Sorgan unveiled pieces of you that you purposefully hid away as you closed in the petals of your mind, body and soul.

Din was glad that he worked up the nerve to ask you to leave with him that night.

If I were—

He should've finished that sentence. He should've let you know right then and there how much you meant to him. He should've convinced you to leave that despicable man.

—yours...

The word made his heart stutter and he hadn't even dared to say it out loud. It remained trapped in his mouth and he constantly struggled to shove it back down his throat. Each day was a struggle. It was like fighting a bird thrashing against its cage, demanding to be set free. Demanding to speak the truth.

If I were yours, I'd make sure you never doubt your worth. I'd make sure your heart remains safe, far away from the daggers of hopelessness and despair.

As Din trudged in front of Cara while scanning the tracks deep into the forest, he heard her ask, "So how'd a nice girl like her end up on the run with the Guild's most wanted bounty hunter anyway?"

Now that is a very good question.

He asked you to leave Nevarro with him, yes. And he didn't think you'd actually take up the offer. Yet you did. Yet, you were here with him on this backwater planet. Taking care of his child and his ship.

He pressed a few buttons on his glove to switch the scans in his helmet. There was something about these raids that just didn't add up.

"She needed to get away from someone who hurt her."

"Husband?"

He paused. The thought of you being further tied down to that scumbag made something in him itch. "Something like that."

He also knows that you were running from someone. Not just the shitbag you left on Nevarro. Long before that, he always caught you looking over your shoulder with a frightened gaze.

He'd always expected to wake up one day and you weren't there anymore. Fearing the day that someone would snatch you away, he kept a lookout for you. Never straying far to make sure you got home safe and make sure no one messed with you. And he dreaded the days when he was running low on credits, which forced him to seek out tracking fobs from Karga.

That's why he took so many at once, so he can earn more credits in a short span of time and get back to Nevarro and find you. Karga had always been surprised with the occasional "That was quick." without actually knowing the real reason for it.

Desperation made that despicable man rich and he was none the wiser.

Karga always thought it was just the ruthlessness that came with being a Mandalorian. Din let him believe that shred of truth, if only for your sake.

"I didn't see a ring on her finger." Cara said as she trailed next to him now.

He chose not to dwell on that statement much. Though it was hard not to focus with that fact hanging in the air. The forest was a welcome diversion. There was something indeed with their tracks and more. The snapped branches indicated much more than what the villagers had told them.

"You might wanna change that before I do."

He whirled around so fast, the images in his helmet blurred for a split second. Any concentration he had vanished.

"What did you just say?"

Cara's hearty laugh mocked him as she confidently strides forward. Rage simmered under his skin. He was starting to think bringing her along might be a bad idea.

However, something else later that day proved that bringing you along was much worse.

Din didn't like this.

The idea of putting you and the kid in harm's way. Sorgan wasn't safe anymore, he knew that. The AT-ST tracks in the forest had proved that much.

But the way you looked at him had his heart set, even though it was a bad idea. When he and Cara explained the situation to the villagers, he was torn between taking you and the child far away and staying to protect this land. He empathised with these people. He knew all too well about having his home invaded and pillaged by outsiders and he didn't want them to have to experience that for a day longer.

Regardless of that, you and the child were his number one priority. He didn't want to put you at risk by staying here to fight.

You had been thinking the exact opposite. Though you didn't say anything about siding with Omera and the villagers, the way your eyes silently pleaded with him to step in and do something, that was when Din knew you were gonna be the death of him.

And he was glad you weren't aware of the power you held over him. He was glad that you were oblivious of how the mere sight of your smile, no matter how brief, muddled the words in his mouth.

As the day bled into night, Din found himself wondering if he'd done the right thing by letting his resolve wilt under your gaze. He and Cara spent the day figuring out a plan to stop the raiders while dealing with the AT-ST.

It was only after midnight that he returned to the barn. The baby was asleep in his pod and you were on your own bed that was directly opposite his. As he slowly took off his armour, he gently put it down so not to make a sound that could wake you up. The only things he kept on were his flight suit, gloves and helmet.

As he was about to lay down, he noticed that you didn't look peaceful in your slumber. Were you plagued by another nightmare? He was reminded of how terrified you looked when you woke up on his ship. Unlike last time, you weren't startled into consciousness. Blinking under the low light of the candle, you slowly sat up while rubbing your eyes.

"Mando?" your voice was tight. "M'sorry. Did I wake you?"

"No." he answered.

"Oh..." your expression didn't ease, as you shifted on your bed, placing your hands on your knees. "Was I making too much noise?"

You looked scared. Was it the nightmares or was it him? He's been told that he looks intimidating and that has always worked to his advantage. Truthfully speaking, Din never had to think really hard about how he walked or talked, until he met you on Nevarro.

When you first met him, he made a conscious effort to lower his shoulders and speak gently. Every day, he did everything to seem less menacing than he normally would to everybody else. Especially, when you were alone with him in the Razer Crest, he kept his distance. Opting to give you as much space as you needed so not to overwhelm you since you had just made such a big decision of leaving your home.

But looking at you now, scared and gaze lowered, a blistering heat started to boil his calmness. He wants to wring the necks of all the people who have ever made you feel like you were nothing more than a nuisance.

"No." he said. A solemn hush fell between the both of you.

There was a storm brewing in your eyes. So much you wanted to say, but you didn't want to let yourself open up to let all those demons out. Or you did and you just didn't know how to.

"Wanna talk about it?" he gently prompted.

A brief silence followed as he waited for your answer. Your eyes trailed into a despondent gaze at the baby's crib until you finally replied, "I don't know."

Din understood. "That's okay."

If you didn't want to talk about it now, that was fine. He wanted you to know that he won't force the truth out of you as long as you're not actively hurting yourself or the child.

"Can I—" your voice piped up for a split second before you ultimately decided to purse your lips into a thin line, shoulders dropping.

"What?" he gently prompted. "Don't be scared to ask me for anything..."

Because he'd grant every last one of your wishes if it meant you never have to look at him like that again.

The tension in your shoulders didn't ease, yet you still tried your best to speak up in the softest voice you could muster. "C—Can I... Can I sit next to you?"

Now he was stunned. The surprise must've shown and you might have interpreted it the wrong way because your eyes widened and you instantly shrunk away, frantically responding to his silence, "Y—you don't have to answer that! I just— Forget what I said."

"Sure." he nodded. "You can sit next to me for as long as you need."

At first, you didn't move. Din figured you were contemplating whether or not you should take the offer for one reason or the next. Which you didn't have to.

He watched as you slowly stood up and cautiously crossed the small space between the two beds while fidgeting with shaky fingers at your front. He'd picked up on that nervous tick. The way your thumb and index finger would rub your pinkie. You did that every time you were about to ask something you thought might be inappropriate. Or was it because you thought he'd be angry, even if it wasn't?

Was that how you lived on Nevarro with that good for nothing son of a bantha? In constant fear of what he'd say or do if you acted out of turn?

You sat down next to him with your hands gripping the edge of the bed. You kept your eyes low as you took deep breaths. Din desperately wanted to hold you and ask that you tell him everything. Those demons that plague you, he'd chase them down and put an end to them once and for all.

"Saw the kid swallow a frog today." you suddenly announced, peering at him. "By the time I got to him and tried to tell him to spit it out, it was far too late. Is that normal?"

Din chuckled softly. "Yeah, he can't resist getting his hands on the first frog he sees."

He remembers the first time he saw that image on Alarva-7. Khuill was just as shocked as he was, though he didn't say much about it.

"He acts like one too. Had to stop him from eating a beetle that was almost as big as one of his eyes." you added with a fond smile.

The kid's appetite knows no bounds. Din doesn't think the kid even knows when to stop eating. He liked the twinkle in your eye as you reached out to stroke one of the slumbering baby's petal ears.

You were so gentle with him. The affection in your heart never ceased when it came to the child and you took care of him without expecting much in return. Which is more than what he can say for anyone else.

Din tried as best as he could to ignore your widening eyes as he took off his glove and held out his hand. "May I...?"

The shock riddling your soft features made him uncertain. It only lasted for a moment until your hand drifted over to slide against his. The heat of your palm instantly calmed his worry and he wanted that same relief to fill your mind as well.

"I'm here for you. You know that you can tell me anything, right?" he said as his fingers laced through yours, and kept your hand secure.

He wanted you to feel that kind of safety. For you to think of him as a place where danger cannot reach. Never fearing his presence, his words, his armour. Never running or hiding from him. He wanted to be the reason you are at peace.

"I know..."

You kept your gaze downcast and he hooked his fingers under your chin to make you look at him. "And you know I'd never hurt you, right?"

Doubt glazed your eyes. He wanted to melt it away and bury it deep in the uncharted parts of the galaxy where it'll never reach you again.

"Even if I tried to leave?" your voice was soft, frightened.

Din felt his heart stutter at a single, most horrifying thought—

"Do you want to leave?"

The silence did nothing to help tame the echo of those words. You blinked, your mouth parting as unspoken thoughts rushed in your mind. He would do anything to know what you were thinking. If you wanted to leave or stay with him—

Maker, he hoped you wanted to stay.

He'd get on his knees right now, pride be damned, he get on his knees and beg you to never leave him.

"No." you shook your head, and he heaved out a heavy breath of air. "But would you—"

"No. Never." he gently squeezed your delicate hand. "If you do want to leave, I wouldn't hold it against you. This life that I live... It's not for anyone."

Your gaze softened. "Especially a child."

No. Especially not one with abilities that cannot be explained. Honestly, the kid fits in perfectly with the people of Sorgan. He was happy here. He could grow up here with happy memories.

There was so much Din wanted to say regarding the child and what his fate should be, but he didn't want to bring your emotions down even further. You two had bonded in the short time you'd known each other. He doubted you wanted to let the child go.

"Where are you from?" he asked instead.

You perked up, shoulders rising. "I grew up on Naboo."

"Huh." he tilted his head, smiling although you couldn't see it. "All the adventures I've been on and not one of them landed me on Naboo."

You giggled lightly and Din swore his heart soared a little.

But it made sense. He heard about Naboo. Mostly covered by one huge body of ocean with warm weather and kind people. Even after a civil war broke out years ago, it was quickly settled and the planet became one of the safest in the whole galaxy. Probably is the safest.

It made sense seeing the person you are now. Kind. Compassionate. Lovely—

"The kid would love it there. It's a lot like Sorgan." you pointed out, snapping Din out of his haze. "Warm and peaceful... Most of the time anyway."

"You don't say." He wanted to learn more about you. Everything, if you'll allow it. "Where'd you learn how to fix things?"

"My mom." you revealed, smiling. "She's a mechanic."

That explained why you knew so much about his ship without even having to run a full diagnostic. You grew up surrounded by metal all your life.

"Maybe one day, I'll pay her a visit and ask if she can help me build you a new ship."

"There's nothing wrong with the Razer Crest." He knows you're only pulling his leg.

"I've swam through that bucket of bolts and wires. I can find plenty of flaws in it."

Now this he liked. The easy flowing quips and light barbs of sarcasm. Your smile made his cheeks grow red and he was glad to have kept that hidden from your view. Your eyes glowed under the candlelight, but it was your soul that illuminated the entire room. Your happiness radiated through his skin. Scorched him, filled him with a fire that he never wanted to extinguish even if it left him charred to the bone.

Though he wanted to know. There had to have been something that drew you away from that paradise. If Naboo was such a good place for you and your mom, why—

"Why did you leave your home?"

Just like that, the light in your eyes dimmed. He felt like he just punched himself in the gut when he watched the smile slowly drop from your lips as you looked down.

Fuck, he shouldn't have pried—

"My father wanted me to be some rich man's wife."

The story of your life flowed freely. You explained everything from the start. Your father was a nobleman who'd been travelling between planets in the Inner Rim. He got stranded on Naboo during the war and that's how he'd met your mother. Though what they had didn't last long, he often came by to visit you at least.

You spoke slowly. With each word, you unravelled parts of yourself that hadn't seen the light of day in a long time. Din hung on to your voice, especially when it grew softer and heavier with sorrow as your head leaned on his shoulder.

"He said he wanted to secure my future and make a better life than my mother had." you had sighed, adding, "Which was another way of saying he wanted to sell me to the highest bidder."

He didn't mean to, but he visibly bristled. And you had felt it.

"Yeah, my mom didn't take too kindly to that either." you said. "She sold both of her speeders so she could get me as far away as possible from him and whoever was to be my future husband."

He thought of the child. The power he held. The lengths those Imps took to capture him and use him for their gain. You weren't much different from him. Your power came from your father. The influence that man carries and he wants to expand it through you, whether you agreed to it or not. Much like the child, you had someone to protect you.

And much like Din, you carried the pain of having been separated from your mother against your will. You knew that your father didn't send any bounty hunters to come after you, though you weren't exactly sure why. And truth be told, Din wasn't quite sure either.

"That's how I landed on Nevarro." you concurred in a thin voice. "I actually didn't plan on staying long, but..."

Brexlee...

Din spent a long time watching you on Nevarro. If he wasn't going back and forth between his ship and doing what was necessary for the survival of the covert, he was quietly seeking you out. In that time, he had to lie to himself, telling his heart to calm down whenever he saw you. And although he did his best to stay away from you, convincing himself that it was for the better, it pained him to see you in the arms of another.

Although he could've gotten you away from that despicable parasite, he thought it would've been better to keep you away from the danger that came with being a Mandalorian. And things were going to stay that way until a few days ago.

Two things happened a few days ago.

One: Something about you changed. He saw it when he entered Karga's cantina after delivering the kid to those Imps. Something had changed in you in a very short span of time. His heart broke for you because you thought that you had to go through it alone. And Din wanted to know. He wanted to ask if Brexlee had hurt you but you shot your way out of that conversation before it could settle. If Din was being honest, he wanted a valid excuse to go straight back to Nevarro just for the sole purpose of shooting him in the head where he stood.

And two: After deciding to rescue the kid, he came to the horrible realization that he might never see you again. Somehow, that was worse than having to see you cuddle up to someone who clearly doesn't deserve you at all.

"Did he hurt you?"

He saw it. The colour draining from your face so fast, he thought you'd faint.

But just as quickly, you covered it up with a tight smile vigorously shaking your head. "N—no."

Din wasn't sure if he believed you. The alarm in your bleary eyes didn't sit well with him. Were you lying to protect that scum? Why would you lie?

"I'm okay, really."

He wanted to press on that subject. Truly, he did. But the way you gently squeezed his hand with both of yours with your thumbs rubbing circles on his already overheated skin melted away the rage he had stacked up and ready to launch at the monster who kept you prisoner.

"I—I just don't want to ever see him again." your shaky voice sealed it shut and pushed it down to the bottom of his mind.

"You're here now. Away from the people who hurt you." he said. "That's all that matters."

That was all he could say for now as he silently vowed to keep it that way. To keep you happy. And safe.

And his.

Even if he didn't tell you that.

Within a matter of days, the entire village had turned into a training camp. Between learning how to shoot a blaster and learning hand to hand combat, you did your best not to let the physical strain deter you from looking after the baby.

Hand to hand combat came easily to you. Especially when you asked Cara to show you how to properly use a dagger in a fight. That was probably the highlight of the day.

Shooting a blaster? Not so much.

You tried not to let Omera's skill cloud your focus. And you tried to ignore how the Mandalorian admired her for it. For as long as you could, you fought to ignore the burning in your chest when he praised her for hitting all the targets without so much difficulty.

Your knife grew to flow effortlessly in your nimble fingers when you practice, though you weren't nearly as good as Cara or the Mandalorian. It was easy to let it become an extension of you. To let it defend you when need be. One sharp pointy end, all that was required was for you to be swift and precise with your movements.

A blaster was not as simple. It wanted more out of you than you were sure you lacked. Be it the strength to actually hold it steady so the recoil doesn't knock you off your feet or the startling sound once the shot goes off, it all makes you nervous and very reluctant to actually use it in a fight or flight situation.

It also makes you wonder how anyone, let alone an entire group of people dedicate themselves to weapons such as this.

After sparring with Cara and being flattened to the ground a bunch of times right after she winked at you, you were standing by the makeshift firing range alone. The blaster in your hands didn't feel right. None of them did. You missed holding your dagger, but you wanted to at least try getting at least one shot right otherwise you'll never have the confidence to actually shoot somebody one day when you really need to.

The Mandalorian had found you standing by yourself after an hour of trying and failing to shoot even one target. You wanted to scream in frustration and it showed on your face.

"What's wrong?" He had stepped to the side when he saw you putting the blaster back in the large metal case he had packed up for the journey.

"I can't shoot as well as she does." you confessed lowly, looking to your feet for some form of comfort.

"That's what practice is for." he told you, taking the blaster and offering it back to you. "C'mon. Let's try one more time."

You shook your head. "It's okay. As long as I have a knife, I'll be fine."

"Still." he said, and you wondered if your reluctance grated his patience. "It doesn't hurt to know how to use a blaster."

It doesn't. In fact, it was more practical to equip yourself with that knowledge. Missing the target every time is what you didn't want to do anymore. Especially in front of him. You thought of Omera and the urge to scream at yourself returned.

Slowly, you sighed and reached for the weapon from his hand. "Come on. Show me your form."

Again, it didn't feel comfortable. Your own mind betrayed you and whispered all the things you're about to do wrong. Despite that, you took the stance he had shown you days ago.

"Good." he nodded. "Now what you need to do is be firm. Hold your weapon like you're sure, otherwise it won't trust you and it won't let you aim where you need it to."

"You say that like it breathes." you deadpanned, although surprised that he'd use that analogy.

Your eyes glanced over to him just as you caught the tilt of his helmet. "In a way."

There was little doubt in your mind that he was smiling, which in turn made the corner of your lip curve up. Your eyes shifted back to the target, a rather large frying pan that had been strung up by its handle.

You pulled the trigger and missed by an inch. That might have been the closest you've gotten, but it irked you nonetheless. You groaned, lowering the blaster. "Mando, I can't aim for shit."

That's how annoying this was. When you are annoyed, you start to curse. It wasn't that you were against cursing, but you just weren't used to using curse words growing up. For that, you didn't do it often unless someone was out to ruin your day or you feared for your life. Your mother never did, despite being given every reason to with difficult customers and a bitter ex lover. And the said ex lover is a prim and proper rich man who is apparently above profanity.

You wondered if the Mandalorian cursed like a pirate or was he moderate. You wondered if he constantly had to hold his tongue when people tested his patience. He had to, you reckoned. With the shit he endures on a regular basis, you know he must be constantly seething underneath that helmet.

"That's because you don't trust yourself." he stated flatly. "You're unsure of yourself."

You're not unaware of that fact. Everything has been off balance since leaving Nevarro on his ship.

"Keep your hands steady." He went to stand behind you, raising the weapon up till it pointed straight while still in your shaky hands. "Like this."

Your breath hitches tightly when your brain registers his grip on your hands, as if he was pouring his own strength into your body. The length of his arms pressed against yours and you were startled by the raw power in those hands, barely contained by a pair of leather gloves. You were silenced by the raw power that was barely contained by the Beskar he wears.

You remember the first time you saw his skin. His actual flesh, bronzed and utterly beautiful. Which was ridiculous, it was just one hand. It shouldn't make your heart race when you think about it, yet it does because you don't know when you will be able to see it again. If you'll be able to see it again. If you'd touch him again.

Under that armour was a man with blood as hot and steadfast as any. It was hard to remember that when he marches forward like something out of a dark fairytale. He was a man with thoughts and feelings, with desires, like any. How often he acts on them, you don't know. And you're almost scared to find out.

"Good." As the chill of his helmet quietly seeped into your ear, his modulated voice calmed something in you that had been restless for days on end. "Now breathe."

You caught Cara's smirk and resisted the urge to shoo her off. The Mandalorian slowly let you go, withdrawing his strength and his warmth and you wanted to tell him to come back and keep holding you in his arms. Because there, where his body moulded against yours, is where you felt safest. Because that is where you can't lie to yourself and admit that you never want to leave his side.

"Again."

You took a deep breath as you focused. Every last inch of you screamed to just drop the weapon and leave. That you were going to fail no matter what you do. That you will never receive any praise from him. That Omera was going to be the one he admires and the one he thinks of when he's holding his pulse rifle—

The thought made you grit your teeth as you pulled the trigger. The shot bounced against the target with a loud clank. You blinked, not sure if you saw that right.

"I—I... I did it..." the stuttered words came out quietly, as if they were struggling to take hold into existence.

The large pan swung around as proof, a spot of charred black marking your victory. Disbelief filled your lungs, but it was right there.

You looked at the Mandalorian, grinning widely. "I did it!"

"Good job." was all he said but it was enough.

It was all you needed to hear. You were brimming with joy for the rest of the day and had to consciously resist the urge to smile every time you saw him. The sound of his praise was forever burned into your memory.

"It's almost time."

It was almost sundown. You stood outside the barn after putting the baby to sleep. The Mandalorian stood in front of you with a blaster in hand (the same one you had been practising with the day before), tense and steady as a mountain. But the rasp in his voice told you that he was almost as anxious as you were. As everyone was.

The day of reckoning had finally arrived. You have been jumpy since waking up. Fear laced your every word and action. The baby's wild energy hadn't helped to calm you down this time, but you supposed that was partly your fault. He tended to reflect the emotions of those around him, as any child would.

You nodded to the Mandalorian and handed him the dark material in your hands. "I fixed your cloak."

It took you longer to sew than you liked to admit. Your hands were shaky as you threaded the needle through and you pricked yourself a bunch of times, but you had finally gotten the job done for this specific day.

He reached out to take it and took a moment to analyse it. "Thank you. I really appreciate it."

You grinned, despite the anxiety threatening to overwhelm your nerves. You wanted to throw your arms around him so badly, but you weren't sure if he'd like that. Even if the idea of this mission going sideways weighed heavily on you, you restrained yourself from embracing him and you feared that you might live to regret it.

Then that smile was quickly wiped away.

There, far beyond the humble farmers with their colours of blue and woven baskets, into the treeline of the ominous forest, stood a familiar face.

A Twi'lek. The boy from Nevarro. Saros.

"What's wrong?"

You glanced back and he was gone. Instinctively, your mind tried to convince you that it was a trick. A mere hallucination birthed by anxiety and the tide that threatens to swallow you whole when you want to sleep.

But you know what you saw. As much as you wanted to, you couldn't ignore it. Nor could you burden the Mandalorian when he already has the enormous task of taking down an AT-ST. His focus should only be on that weapon if you're all to survive this war.

"N—nothing." you smiled tightly, placing your hands on his elbows to whisper. "Be careful out there."

You had meant it. You want, with all your heart, for him to get out of this alive.

"Stay safe." he said. "Keep your knife close and your blaster closer."

He held the weapon out to you and you looked at it with slight dread. Sure, you had gotten a few shots in, but that didn't make you any less fearful of using it.

"Pretty sure the knife would be of more help to me." you confessed lowly, even though you took the blaster. "I'll give it back once this is over."

"No." he countered. "Keep it."

Wait, what?

Stunned by his words, you stood there with your mouth parted. He was giving you something of his. Something he considered to be important to his religion, his creed. Because he cared about your wellbeing and wanted to increase your chances of survival should he not be there to protect you and the child.

"I..." you paused, swallowing thickly as you felt the tears prick your eyes. "Thank you."

Moments later, he left with Cara, taking part of your soul with him. Truthfully, you believed that by some miracle, this battle will end the way it should, but you are still worried for them. For the whole village. These were good people and they deserved peace.

You and one other woman stayed inside a single hut to guard all the children. You hugged Omera tightly after Winta did before she ran inside the hut to join the other kids.

"Be careful out there, okay?" you told her.

"I will." she whispered back. "Look after the little ones."

"I'll guard them with my life." you said and you had meant it.

Once she left, you sat down with the children and checked on your green baby. Still asleep, he snored softly, blissfully unaware of the chaos that was about to ensue outside.

Only minutes later, the shit storm hit.

You all heard the pandemonium outside and huddled closely to each other. Yasmine, the woman you were with, and yourself placed yourselves in a way that you two were the only barrier between whoever would come through the door and the children. She had a knife of her own, which really didn't put you at ease. All the blasters were with everyone who fought outside.

The war waged on. It wasn't far from where you and the children were, but it was far enough that the Mandalorian, Cara and people held their own to keep the raiders from going deeper into the village.

That was what you had thought until you heard shuffling outside.

Winta pressed her face into your side and you hugged her closely with one arm, frightened as she was. You glanced at Yasmine when you heard her ask, "What was that?"

"Not sure." you replied quietly, your other hand checking for your dagger that you had hidden in the length of your skirts.

Then someone banged on the door. Everyone flinched and you heard a few children scream. Yasmine shushed them as best as she could. It didn't open. You stood up, pointing your blaster at the door as it banged and banged and banged, your heart leaping into your throat each time. The children were crying at this point and you were sure that if this madness didn't end soon, you just might burst into tears too. Finally, and unfortunately, the door was kicked open.

The baster in your hand started to tremble. Saros entered the hut with three other companions. One human and the other two were the raiders Omera had described to you some time ago.

Saros grinned, his fangs gleaming under the candlelight as he spoke, "Good to see you again, sweet cheeks."

"Winta!" Omera held her daughter's face in her hands. "You're bleeding."

Din, Cara and Omera had returned to the hut to find Yasmine and the children. He had stopped in his tracks when you and the baby were nowhere in sight. Yasmine was hurt badly, she'd been stabbed on her side and needed extensive medical care because of the large amount of blood she lost. A few children, including Winta, got a few scrapes during the scuffle, which wasn't too bad. But you and the kid were nowhere to be found. That alone was enough to make him want to burn everything in his path in search of you.

"The raiders found us in our tent." Winta explained everything in tears, scared out of her mind.

Those bastards attacked the children. There were four of them. You had shot one of them in the head and stabbed another in the leg, the one who was captured. Yasmine killed another one, which left two. Then she got stabbed and one of them took the baby. That's when you ran after him and the other raider followed.

That's why you and the kid were nowhere to be found. Din tried as best as he could not to assume the worst, but your absence burned a hole in his chest that left him grasping at straws. He clenched his fists when they started to tremble because of the rage he felt. Wherever those bastards were, he was going to find them. And he was going to make them pay for every atrocious act toward you and the child.

"Where is she?" Omera asked Winta, rubbing her hands up and down her arms in an attempt to calm her down.

"The bad man took her and beetle." she sniffed as her mother wiped her tears from her cheeks, as well as the blood on her forehead with the long sleeve of her dress.

"Beetle?" Cara raised an eyebrow, glancing at him.

—had to stop him from eating a beetle that was almost as big as one of his eyes.

"She means the kid." Din said.

"He didn't look like the other raiders. He was a Twi'lek." She promptly explained and pointed East. "He went that way."

He didn't wait to hear anything more. Time was of the essence. You couldn't have gotten far, which was the first and by far the best advantage he's got so far. The second being that there were many more clues leading to your location.

He wasn't sure whether to be relieved or horrified when traced your steps back to the Razer Crest.

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