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Summary: Leon is sent on a mission to carry out a hit for the government. He hated these missions the most, but worst of all you weren't supposed to be there. You weren't supposed to see him. Pairing: ID!Assassin Leon x Fem!Reader Tags: NSFW, MDNI, Smut, canon typical gore, graphic depictions of murder, comfort sex, mild dubcon, unprotected sex, fem!receiving oral sex, soft sex, angsty sex, hurt/comfort/hurt, dark content, descriptions of wound dressing. WC: 5.2k

A/N: This was a birthday fic for the wonderful @elfven-blog. <3 Title from the lyrics to the song Sextape by Deftones. Edit: I also have a bot based on this fic now: Character AI | Spicychat

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Cool air bristled the hairs on the back of his neck, limbs tingling with the typical anticipation of what came next. Hits weren’t his favorite type of mission, not by a longshot, he wanted to save people, not kill them. But with experience came a certain professional numbness and a way to compartmentalize. It didn’t help that the locale for this affair was in the dead center of a suburban upper class neighborhood. Every home had that same limestone brick or white overlapping paneling. Every door the same mahogany brown, tacky lawn gnomes, overly green grass, white picket fences – the works. The possibility of witnesses was high, the escape routes limited.

Regardless, Leon was a professional, and he would make it work. He always did.

Tilting his wrist, he looked down at the gold rolex, it was a little past 2:30am. He listened closely, to ensure there was no movement inside. The double windowed back doors were his point of entry. The brass knobs were old, the locks inside not quite as intricate as modern ones, all it took was a good smack against the swiss army knife he’d jammed into it for the lock to click open. The door opened quietly, he made sure to not close it completely behind him to ensure he could make his escape.

The house had an eerie quiet over it, almost like the universe knew what was about to happen. Leon cracked his neck and let out a breath, careful to not touch anything as he moved throughout the lower floor, clearing each room. The kitchen was pristine, nothing out of place on the island or counter. There was no homely smell of food, only the lingering scent of some harsh cleaner. Not a sign that anyone had even been down there within the past several hours – a good thing, he noted. Through the archway came the living room, he had been hopeful someone had opted to sleep on the couch, separate targets were easier targets. Unfortunately for him, he wasn’t so lucky.

The plush gray sectional was untouched, not so much as a divet into the cushion. The TV remote lay on the dark oak coffee table. Unlike the kitchen, this room felt more homely. The faint smell of some fruity air freshener was all over, the cherry walls were lined with gold plated frames of the family.

His target was some small town politician, Jackson Moore, normally somebody not noteworthy to the government in the slightest, but he made the unfortunate mistake of shaking hands with terrorists, facilitating the sale of some new viral invention through the local pharmacies. The idea of another Raccoon City incident made his stomach turn. He wasn’t sure who he held more anger for, the people like this person who’d bring it about, or the government that he knew turned a blind eye until now – the same government who wouldn’t make the effort to save the people who uphold it.

He shook his head, and pushed his bangs back refocusing for a moment. He scanned over the pictures. Most normal family outings, some graduation photos and holiday ones in there. Hunnigan had told him beforehand that all of the kids were off to college, none due back for several more weeks. The only targets in the house were Mr. and Mrs. Moore.

There was only one more room on the bottom floor, where he was sure his victims were, the master bedroom. Leon made his way over, silently padding down the short hall staring at the door. It was cracked, the sound of light snoring and the smell of mint wafting from the room. He peeked inside, letting his eyes adjust to the dark room, a string of moonlight the only thing illuminating the sleeping lumps on the bed.

He tested the door, it squealed slightly as it opened making him freeze. One of the sleeping forms moved slightly rolling over. He waited, still as a statue until he was sure that both still remained asleep before sliding himself through the narrow opening he’d made.

Looming over the sleeping forms, he pulled his gun out from it’s holster attached to his waist. Even with the silencer, he knew he needed to be quick. One shot would wake the other, and then it was a matter of speed. He cocked the pistol, taking a few more steps towards the unaware persons before him. The gun felt heavy in his hand, but he lifted it anyway, deciding to start with the official target first.

Will the trigger pulled back, the room lit up for a split second with the bang of the gun. Time slowed as he watched the man’s body jolt slightly, blood splattering onto the pillow, the walls. The smell of gunpowder and iron hit his nose. The man’s fingers twitched slightly before his movement stopped. Just like he had expected, his wife was awake instantly, though no noise came from her.

Wide eyed, she stared at Leon, then down at her husband next to her. Her mouth opened like she was trying to scream, but the noise was caught in her throat, tears welled in the woman’s eyes. Blood had splattered onto her too, some chunks of brain along with it dripped from her curlers onto her lap. Her trembling hands reached over to her husband, “Jacks.” She whispered, reaching over and putting her hand on his deformed face. “Jacks.” She leaned over the man, trying to scoop the bits and pieces of him back together.

Leon wanted to feel sorry for her, wanted to wonder if that’s how someone might react to his death some day. But he pushed those feelings aside, she was a target, culpable in everything just as her husband was. He lifted the gun again, pointing it at her.

As she looked at him, eyes wide with fear, her mouth formed the shape of a word. He didn’t need to hear it to know it was a plea. He pulled the trigger again.

Deadshot, like putting down an animal, between the eyes.

Her body crumbled over itself as she slumped forward onto the bed, the back of her head exploded open like a volcano of bone, blood, and brain matter.

Not dwelling on it, he put his finger to the device in his ear. “It’s done, Hunnigan.” “Good work Leon. I’ll make sure that –”

“Hey mom, you still up? I thought I heard something.”

The soft voice pulled Leon from his conversation, there were footsteps out in the hallway and the sound of a lightswitch clicking on. ‘Shit.’ He cursed to himself inwardly. He took a few steps back from the door, whispering to Hunnigan. “You said there were no other targets here.” “There aren't –” “The daughter is home.” “Does she know you’re there?” “No, not yet.”

There was a moment of silence on the line before she spoke again. “Leon.” Hunnigan’s voice was serious, she knew him well enough after all these years to know his thoughts. “Leave no witnesses.” “There won’t be, she doesn’t even know I'm here.” The sound of the fridge opening and closing indicated the girl’s location. “Everyone at the location is a target, Leon. Everyone at the location is a witness.” “Not if she – “ “Leon, this is an order.” “I can wait for her –” “Leon –”

“She doesn’t have to die.” “Dad, is that you?” The sound of his voice, despite him doing his best to stay at a whisper, must've alerted the girl. There was shuffling around on the other end of the line, the next voice he heard made his blood cold. The head of the D.S.O shouting into his ear. “Kennedy, this is an order, kill her! Complete the mission. Do you understand me?”

“Understood.” He said flatly, disconnecting from the call. In a worse stroke of bad luck, the door to the bedroom swung open nearly at the same time.

And there you were.

Glass shattering as it hit the floor, water splattering around as the light from the hallway lit up the room from the opened door. You trembled in place as you processed the sight of things. Leon was frozen where he stood too. You were an adult, but young, more importantly innocent in all of this. Rarely in his forced-on-him career has he had to kill someone completely innocent. Usually it was the partners of criminals, civilians caught in crossfire. But never someone as young as you, never in a situation so targeted.

He hardly registered the shriek you made before you bolted. Acting purely on instinct he took off after you, the delay of his own shock didn’t matter much when he noticed the slimy trail of bloody footprints from where you’d ran through the glass left in the hallway. His own boots crunching it against the ground as he moved. If you had been smart, you’d have turned for the front door, or even the back. Instead, nearly sliding on your own blood you went for the staircase, the one route that would trap you on the upper floor. You let out a yelp of pain, trying your hardest to only use your less injured foot to bounce up the stairs as quickly as you could, the blood matting down into the carpet with each step.

It didn’t take long for Leon to catch up, thumping up each one loudly as his boots made contact. He wasn’t sure why he didn’t take his gun out, why he was even letting you attempt this unwinnable escape, he also didn’t know. Maybe it was just delaying the inevitable.

He reached out for you just as you made it to the top of the stairs. A simple shove was all it took to send you flying into the decorative hall table that waited at the top. A sickening crack was heard as your head collided with the dark wood, knocking it over as you rolled over with a groan, dazed from it. Managing to prop yourself up on your elbows, Leon could see the trickle of blood that began to run down your eye and cheek, along with the starting to swell shiner from your high-speed table collision.

You scuttled backwards, as best you could, haphazardly tossing the vase that had fallen at him. It missed, and went crashing onto the stairs. Tears mixed with the blood on your face, diluting the color, only leaving the dry specs stuck there. You looked pathetic and terrified in a way that made Leon’s heart twist.

“P-please… don’t.” You pleaded, putting your hand out and up as if that simple gesture would be enough to stop him, distance him from yourself.

He couldn’t do this, at least not like this. He kneeled before you, cupping your uninjured cheek in his hand. “Shhhh. Shhh.”

“P-please… I won’t tell any–” “It’s ok,” he cooed. “It’s not my style to hurt pretty girls, you know that?” He added as he scooped you up from the ground bridal style. He knew he shouldn’t be doing this. Getting his DNA all over you, getting your blood on him. This wasn’t a clean kill, this wasn’t what the upper brass wanted. For the moment though, he didn’t care. “Where’s your room, Sweetheart?”

You didn’t point or make a sound, your eyes darted from him to the cracked door next to him and then back to him as you shook in his hold. He wedged it open the rest of the way with his foot, before gently placing you down on your bed. It didn’t look right, all the blood staining into the fresh and plush sheets. It was different than your parents downstairs, the whole room screamed you. From the decor on the walls, to the laptop on the nightstand, your college hoodie hanging off the back of the chair at your desk. More reminders that you didn’t deserve this.

Before you could, he swiped the phone off of the side table, stuffing it into his pant pocket. “I know you hurt right now.” He said sweetly, “Give me a minute and we’ll get you all cleaned up, alright?” He gave you a moment to process his words. ‘What the fuck am I doing?’ He asked himself, as he held your hand, patting your arm gently. He could see the confusion in your eyes as the gears in your head turned to try and make a decision – timidly you nodded. He shot you his signature smile. “Atta girl. Stay here for me, no funny business.” Pointing a finger gun at you before he slipped out into the hallway and into the upstairs bathroom.

The suddenly bright lighting stung his eyes, he saw himself in the mirror, your blood speckled onto his jacket, some dried to his face. He looked rough, a cold sweat broken out onto his face, blue eyes distant looking back at himself. He splashed some cold water onto his face to calm his nerves before digging around to see if there was anything he could use to alleviate some of your pain, even if temporarily. The medicine cabinet was well stocked, though nothing would be enough to really combat the pain of your cracked head and torn up feet. He bit his lip as he grabbed some bandages and the bottle of peroxide.

First aide wasn’t really his specialty, but he knew enough from training. Along with the other supplies, he filled the empty cup on the counter with warm soap water, and took the washcloth with him.

To his surprise you were exactly where he’d left you, splayed out on the bed, looking scared and exhausted. Your head rested against the pillow, eyes staring up at the ceiling. “I’m going to take a look at your feet first.” Not that he really gave you the option, but you nodded in return. Leon was no stranger to gore, guts, and the rest, but something about them gave him pause. There was so much blood he could hardly see what was skin and what was glass. “It might sting just a little.” He assured, pouring the cold liquid out onto your feet. You hissed and squirmed a bit, but he placed his arm over your ankles to keep them still, watching as the peroxide bubbled, clearing away the redness of the blood. Small pieces of glass fell with it onto the now stained carpet. He opted to speak to you, see if he could get you to calm down some more while he worked, pouring more over the wounds. “You’re in college?” There was something about you that was indescribable to him, familiar to him, and he wasn’t sure why.

“Yeah.” Finally you answered with words, voice barely above a whisper. “Shouldn’t you be at school then? I thought the semester was still going.” He as he checked you over for any more obvious glass. When it was clear the peroxide had done it’s job, he took the bandages, gently wrapping them around your feet, gauze padding them.

“D-dropped out.” You squeaked out. “Last minute decision, had to come home.” He tied off the bandage before moving to look at your face. “School’s not for everyone. You’re probably better off without it.” Leon dipped the washcloth into the cup, wringing it out over the carpet, not really caring about the mess. He dabbed it gently against your injured face, helping to remove the remaining mess and to get a better look. Luckily the cut above your eye seemed superficial and the blood had stopped running, it was just a matter of cleaning up the dried mess that was left over. He was careful around the tender purple skin as he cleared as much as he could. “You have a boyfriend you leave back at school?”

“No. Never had one at all actually.” You replied, wincing when he accidentally touched a painful spot. “Never had one?” He asked more for himself than as a real question to you. ‘Hasn’t finished school, never had a boyfriend. This is so fucked up. She can’t be any older than Ashley was…’ He thought to himself, debating whether the court marshalling would be worth letting you go. In the same train of thought, he considered what would happen to you if he did. The government would probably send someone else just like him, someone less soft. He bristled at the thought, sitting up straight on the side of your bed. “That’s a shame, I would’ve thought a cute girl like you would be drowning in guys asking her out.” “Not really” You seemed to relax a bit now, well as relaxed as a person could be in your state. He could still tell from your blown pupils and 1000 mile stare that you were still in shock. Probably a good thing. “My parents are… were, strict.” Your face contorted like you were about to be sick at the memory.

Leon went back to stroking your cheek gently for comfort. “So no boyfriend, ever have your first kiss? First time?” Now that he had a better chance to really look at you, all cleaned up he realized who you reminded him of. Not so much Ashley, she was more strong willed and you didn’t quite look the part either. It wasn’t just the age, no…your voice, mannerisms, the way you looked. It was so very much her. Someone he hadn’t thought about since before even Raccoon City.

“Yeah. Wasn’t very good, some drunk frat boy.” You admitted leaning slightly into his touch. Silence passed between you both, nothing but the ceiling fan whirring above you. An automated air freshener spritzed roses and lilac into the air, barely covering the distinct peroxide and blood smell. Leon was surprised when you finally spoke again. “Why did you do it?”

The look on your face gutted him more than it should have. “I had to.” “Because of his job?” “Something like that, yeah.” “Did he deserve it?” “Yeah.”

You nodded, turning your eyes away from the ceiling to look at him. There was another tense silence before you spoke again. “Are you going to kill me too?”

He felt a chill ran over his body at the question. He leaned forward pressing his forehead to yours, moving his hand up to stroke your hair. “I don’t want to.” It wasn’t a real answer and he knew that, but it was honest. “Why are you being nice to me?” “I told you, I don’t like to hurt cute girls.” “That’s not it.”

How you read him for filth like that he’ll never know. “You remind me of someone.” He leaned back just enough to look at you again, but kept your faces close, so close he could feel the warmth of your breath on his face. “Who was she?” “My first girlfriend.” He admitted. “What happened to her?” “We broke up.” He said with a short laugh. “Right before my very first day as a cop.” While the conversation was far from appropriate for the situation, he supposed it worked to calm you down more as he felt you relax into the bed. His internal struggle was still playing tug-of-war with his psyche, not sure of how to proceed.

The piece in his ear picked up with some static before Hunnigan’s familiar voice was heard. “Leon are you there?”

He ignored her in favor of continuing to dote over you, hand gently running through your hair, taking in your features more. That trepidation never left your eyes – he understood it. He probably looked psychotic right now, a murderer who was being eerily kind. He was self aware enough to know that much.

“Leon, we haven’t heard a status report. Has the last target been eliminated?” She spoke loud enough this time that while it couldn’t have been above the lowest whisper for you, it was obvious you heard it, eyes widened again, mouth opening slightly. To keep you quiet he leaned forward pressing his lips to yours, a soft kiss you didn’t really return. “Stay quiet for me, ok?” He mumbled against your lips, before sitting up again. He considered replying to Hunnigan, but looking down at you, he took his earpiece out, tossing it to the other side of the room instead.

Hey eyed you again, before adding another kiss. ‘I shouldn’t be doing this.’ He reprimanded himself, as he placed another this time to the corner of your mouth, then your cheek, then jaw. Another on your neck for good measure. ‘I should’ve done it the second she opened the door. I should’ve done my job.’ Despite his mind’s dialogue he continued now at your collar bone. ‘Like ripping off a band aid…. I can’t let her last moments be like that.’ He began to rationalize as he looked up at you. “Let me make you feel good.”

“Wh-what?” “You deserve better than a drunk frat boy. Let me make you feel good.” He repeated. “Why?” “Because I want to.” He could clock the nervousness in your voice immediately. “You can say no.” He added. “I’m not a rapist.”

“A-are you going to kill me if I say no?” “No, of course not.” Again, it wasn’t technically a lie. He wouldn’t be doing it because you declined, but he felt mild disgust with himself for side-stepping the reality of the situation again. ‘It’s better this way though. For her.’

“Ok.” You said, nodding at him to continue. He treated you like glass, gently working your thin tank top up and over your breasts. He continued by kissing each one tenderly before taking your left nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it until he felt it pebble. When you whimpered at the feeling, he began to suck on it, kneading your other breast with his hand. When he pulled himself off with a pop, he looked down at you, lips parted, eyes closed. Enjoying so much despite him having done so little. Adorable.

He ran his thumb along your bottom lip until he saw those pretty eyes crack open before capturing your lips again, taking the chance to slip his tongue inside once parted. You were sloppy with inexperience, but tasted like dessert, sweet. It made his cock twitch against his pants. He groaned slightly into your mouth, ignoring his own need. Pulling away he let you catch your breath, giving him the chance to move down your body one kiss under your breasts. The next above your naval – stomach contracting slightly. He added one more above the hem of your night pants.

He looked up at you, silently checking with you if it was alright to continue again. When you nodded, he helped you out of the pants. Gently tugging them down from the waist band, lifting each separate leg himself, careful to not hurt your already injured feet. “You alright?” “Y-yeah.”

“Let me know if anything hurts, ok?” “Ok.” “Good girl.”

Leon tugged his leather jacket off discarding it on the floor before rolling up the sleeves of his button up. He claimed a spot between your legs, lifting one over his shoulder for better access to what he was about to do. He gave a reassuring kiss to your thigh, using a free hand to part your folds, rubbing his thumb over your clit gently. He eyed you watching as you melted under his touch, soft whimpers tickling at his eardrums. “Such a pretty girl.” He cooed, replacing his thumb with his tongue, swirling it around the sensitive bud.

He had to grind down on the bed himself to relieve some of his own tension, reminding himself to keep his focus on you. His grip on your leg tightened as you arched your back, squirming more and more against his touch. “God…oh god…” You chanted, head tossed back, the leg draped over his shoulder kicking at his back. He knew you were close when your voice cracked, soft gasps escaped your lips. He continued lapping at you as you ground against his face, letting you ride through your orgasm – only stopping when your hands made purchase in his hair to get his attention. “C-can’t…can’t.”

Pulling back, he wiped your slick off his chin with his forearm, looking down at you. He watched as your chest heaved slowly, returning to a normal rhythm. Your uninjured eye was lidded less with shock and more with that familiar coming down of pleasure. He went to move back when you grabbed his arm, looking directly at him. “What about you?” He was a little shocked by the words, your concern for him. “I said I wanted to make you feel good.” He chalked it up to your likely traumatized and now lust hazed brain. “Don’t worry about me.” Leon made the motion to move again. “Wait.” You called, grip on his arm tightening. “What if… what if I want to?”

He didn’t move, unsure of how to respond. He’d already fucked up the mission, already covered you in his DNA, yours on him – but he couldn’t do what you were asking. That was too far.

“P-please?” You choked out, tears now welling in your eyes, spilling over and staining your cheeks again.

And just like that he was taken back to that day again, right before Raccoon City. A night he swore was the worst of his life, until he knew better. Sitting there across from him, begging him not to go – you sounded just like her too, like she was frozen in time beneath him. Even worse, this was the opposite of what he wanted, he wanted to make things easier for you, relax you. “I just want to be close, please? Please?” You were full on crying now, face scrunching up, barely able to catch your breath. “Ok. Ok.” He said, leaning down to kiss you again. “Shhh, don’t cry. Don’t cry. How do you want me to take you?” Your words came out between sniffles and hiccups. “Any way, you want.”

He nodded, sitting back enough to help you sit up, slipping your shirt off all the way. “Can you flip over for me? Lay down flat on your stomach.” He helped you comply with the command, still careful of your injuries. He could see the bandages on your feet had turned a slight pink. Once you were laid out the way he wanted, relaxed, face down into the pillow, he worked his own shirt off, tossing it over in a pile atop his jacket. His gun was removed from the holster, he was careful to lock the safety, discarding it with his other items. He left his pants on, undoing them enough to free his half hard cock, the head still weeping.

He spat in his hand, giving himself a few good tugs, feeling himself hardening fully again. “You ready?” “Yeah.” He crawled forward, gently lifting your butt up just enough for him to line himself at your soaking entrance. He grunted when he pressed in, you sucking him in warm and wet. He let you take a moment to relax down again as he leaned forward, pressing the entirety of his bare chest to your back, sinking his cock in slowly until he was buried all the way inside of your heat.

He kissed up your shoulders, and neck, rolling his hips into your slowly. “God you’re tight baby.” He whispered against your ear. He didn’t have the heart to rail you into the mattress, wanting to abate your request for closeness, intimacy. “S’big…” You lazily mumbled into the pillow. “I know, I know.” He crooned your neck just enough for him to lock your lips together again. “But you’re doing so good, taking me so well.” Letting you rest, he returned to focusing on the motion of setting a steady but not too rough pace, angling himself so that he hit that spot inside of you that had you whimpering again. He rewarded the noises by rolling you both onto the side, where he could wrap an arm around you like a tight hug, leg gently pulled over over his own so he had a better angle. Likely for the best, Leon was close already, he slowed down more, returning to simply rolling his hips as he trailed his hand down your stomach, ghosting it over your naval and thighs before rubbing at your clit for a bit as he kissed and sucked softly against your neck. He fucked you like he would’ve done to her, like you were his lover, the most important thing to him.

Your velvet walls felt like heaven as they squeezed against him, closer and closer to your own second orgasm. “That’s it baby.” He whispered hotly against your ear. “One more time for me, ok?” He sped up his fingers, feeling you tighten around him so much that he nearly felt his own eyes roll back. “G-good girl.” He praised, gripping your hip to speed up his own movements, his balls tightening as he came, cock throbbing as spurts of his seed painted your insides.

Leon held you like that for a while, curling in on you, offering soft praises as he nuzzled into your neck from behind. He didn’t move a muscle until your breath evened out completely, and he could tell by the low thrum of your heartbeat that you were incredibly close, if not already asleep. He looked up at the clock on the nightstand – 4:45am it read. He had about 20 more minutes max before someone from HQ would be sent in as backup, now that he’d been MIA for so long.

Now fully soft, he gently pulled himself out of you, and carefully rolled off the bed. He watched you for any more signs of movement as he buckled back up and redressed. There was that eerie silence settling over the house again, he felt heavy with the weight of the evening crushing against him like an invisible force. He wished for a moment that the world would swallow him up where he stood so he didn’t have to face his responsibilities, the consequences.

You looked peaceful laying there. He knew it was just the exhaustion, shock, and grief, that kept you tugged under the waves of unconsciousness, but for his own sake he pretended you were in a truly relaxed state. Moreso, he was glad you wouldn’t experience any more of that pain or fear tonight. Leon clicked the safety off the gun, watching you for any signs of movement. Not even a twitch as he cocked the gun again. He walked over, sitting at the side of the bed again, eyeing you over one more time. It felt like he was saying goodbye to a lot of things at that moment, his ex all over again, your future, another piece of the man he wanted to be. “I’m sorry. You don’t deserve this, you know?” He whispered, mostly to himself as he pressed the barrel of the pistol to the pillow.

He couldn’t look this time. He wouldn’t look this time. His chest tightened, having to take a moment to stop the bile trying to work its way up, and the urge to cry that had him wanting to heave against the floor. He grabbed his earpiece as he made his exit.

“This is Kennedy to HQ – the last target has been exterminated.”

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sunandflame · 7 months

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OMG, saw your message. I'd love a Rengoku x fem!reader first kiss outside his house drabble would be nice. Also a little bit of body exploring as they kiss...wild it out, please. Thank you❤️

Warnings: fluff, suggestive Word Count: 882 Pairing: Kyojuro x Fem!Reader

Sweet Lips

For days you had given him signs, for days you had done what any woman would do, so their beloved one would kiss them. Maintaining eye contact, staring repeatedly onto their lips and so much more. You had done all these things. Giving him all the signals so your boyfriend would initiate the first kiss, but Kyojuro was blind to all of them.

This made you doubt whether your Hashira boyfriend was really that intelligent, but you knew better. Of course he was. He was one of the smartest people you ever met, he was just a little bit dense when it comes to intimacy as it seems. You immediately felt guilty for thinking that way, it was just so frustrating that you needed to sigh.

“My flame, is everything alright? You seem upset.”

Of course he had noticed your exasperated sigh. How could he not? “Oh it’s nothing…” You hung your head and didn’t dare to look at his face. The two of you were on a walk, so it was easier to hide your blushing face. You didn't like lying, but you couldn't tell him the truth either. Suddenly you felt his warm hand around yours. His face was dangerously close to yours.

“What are you hiding from me?” He looked at you with his large and beautiful golden-red eyes that always fascinated you.

“It’s-” nothing. Was it really that? You wanted to be kissed by him so badly that your whole body burned and longed for it. I want you to kiss me! These were the words you wanted to scream, but you couldn't bring it out of your mouth until he came even closer to you. “K-Kyojuro-san…” You looked up at him with a flush on your face and you didn’t know what came over you but you shyly dared to place your lips at the corner of his mouth.

He looked at you with wide eyes and you felt the embarrassment taking over. Oh god, what have you done? What if he didn't want that at all? “Kyojuro, I’m sorry-” But he didn’t let you finish. You didn't know what happened, but suddenly you found yourself pressed against a tree and your face in his hands.

“Will you allow me to kiss you back?”

Without hesitation, you nodded, already closing your eyes. It was gentle at first, just a soft peck, and yet it felt like a blessing. Something like relief that made the butterflies dance in your stomach. He let go and kissed you again and this time a light sigh escaped your lips that stirred something in both of you. It encouraged him to slowly nudge his tongue against yours. A dance of tongues ensued and you felt the heat and desire flaring up and literally making your knees weak.

You clung to him. Your hands sought support on his broad shoulders because his kisses became more demanding and his lips now moved from your lips down to your neck where he placed open mouthed kisses, tasting you. God, that feels so good. Kyojuro seemed to enjoy it too, especially when your hands moved from his shoulders up, reaching into his soft blonde waves.

“Kyojuro~” Your sigh turned into a moan and you heard him respond with a groan. His hands moved impatiently to your lower back where he pressed you against his blazing hot body.

You liked it. And you wanted more.

Eagerly, your hands pulled at the top of his uniform so you could snake your fingers under the shirt, where you placed your hand on his abs and spread your fingers. A slight gasp escaped him but he seemed to enjoy it, so your hands didn't pull away and continued to caress him. It was beguiling to explore him in such a way.

But it wasn't just your hands that wanted to explore. You felt his big hand moving up, cupping your breast.

A few things happened at the same time. A moan escaped his throat as your fingertips brushed his nipple and he automatically squeezed your tit that also made you moan. Gods, you were so wet down there that you were sure you would be leaking into your pants soon.

It was captivating getting closer to each other this way and getting to know each other in such an intimate way and yet-

“Kyo-” You tried to come up with a sensible sentence, but it was hard when he was kissing you so hungrily. “Kyojuro.” Your index finger was on his lips and he looked at you in surprise. His hair was disheveled and his cheeks had a reddish glow. All indicators of his desire for you.

“Did I do something wrong?” His eyes were now wide as he looked at you slightly unsettled. It was just as much the first time for him as it was for you. “No, no, but I think we should stop here or continue somewhere else. Somewhere where we don't risk getting caught.”

You gave him a small smile to reassure him that he did nothing wrong.

“Oh yeah, that would be a problem.” He smiled back, resting his forehead against yours. “We definitely should move it somewhere private. I am itching to find out if you taste this sweet everywhere on your body.”

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all-alone-he-turns-to-stone · 11 months

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Naive

Jensen Ackles Masterlist

Summary: It’s your first acting role. So, of course you make mistakes. Of course, you’re stressed and freeze when it’s time to do the sexy scene. It’s not your fault if biting your fingers and playing with your hair are your methods of stress relief. No matter what you do, the director always seem upset with you. You have no idea why until he asks you to meet on set way after shooting for a… private lesson.

Pairing: Jensen x F!Reader

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 7131

Warning: Smut, p in v, unprotected sex, grinding, sexual tension, unprofessional relationship, naive!reader, dom!Jensen, director!Jensen, semi public sex

Squares: Jensen Ackles for @anyfandomkinkbingo / Shyness/innocence for @j3bingo / New Job for @anyfandomfluffbingo / Grinding for @spnkinkevents

A/n: Hello hello! So this fic is born from the pic below (the one on the left) and a conversation I had with @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior! Thank you for sharing ideas with me and for being the beta to this fic!! Header made by me with pics from instagram and from the EW!

Don’t forget to leave a feedback! It’s what makes writer want to keep writing!

“Cut!”

In the room, a common sigh of frustration echoed. The little red light disappeared on the cameras as the people behind them stopped recording. Everyone on set, including the actors and the staff, stopped working and stared at the reason why they were interrupted again.

Not totally understanding what was happening and why everyone was looking at you, with rather annoyed expressions, you turned your attention to the director that just called for the cut.

“Why are we stopping?” Playing nervously with a lock of hair, you left your mark and walked towards the blinding lights of the spots that were pointed at you. Most of the crew, including him, were sitting behind them. You just wanted to see his expression, just wanted to make sure the cut wasn’t because of you, just wanted to be sure-

“Don’t move from your mark. How many times do I have to say this?” The director hissed between his teeth.

Freezing completely, you finally understood why the scene had been cut and that it had indeed been your fault. You walked back to your spot, quiet apologies falling from your lips and your head bent, feeling tears burn your eyes. It was your fault, again.

“Alright. Y/n. We talked about this. We even changed the dialogue so it’s easier for you. So why are you still messing it up?” Your director asked, frustration evident.

“I-” You started, but luckily, you didn’t have to defend your case. Your co-star, Jacob, stepped forward, abandoning his mark as well. The director didn’t scold him for that though.

“I don’t understand why we stopped again, the scene was going nicely,” he said, and you looked at him with teary eyes.

“First of all, I didn’t ask for your opinion.” The director responded.

You could just make out some movement in front of you, but you couldn’t really see anything because of the blinding spotlights. But in the end, you didn’t have to strain to see him, because your director walked up to where you were standing. The lights were now behind him, throwing him into silhouette. You blinked a couple of times, and squinted slightly to try and see him clearly. It wasn’t easy, but you finally managed…and immediately regretted it.

Not only was he scary, but he…somehow that scariness was also remarkably hot. You didn’t want to make him angry, but when he was…wow! Which made things so much more complicated and messed up.

“It’s her first role,” your co-star continued in your defense. But one glance from the director and his mouth was shut. “Sorry mister Ackles.” He demurred, and then, your would-be savior was back on his mark, leaving you alone in front of the director, Jensen Ackles.

“I’m sorry,” you repeated, now biting your finger. It was all you could do - apologize for messing up all the time.

“Being sorry is not enough,” he walked even closer to where you were, and since you didn’t want to move from your mark, and make him angrier, he was quickly crowded into your personal space. His scent filled your senses and you felt yourself go weak, especially in the knees. You chewed on your finger harder.

“You have talent, Y/n, but you are not focused,” he tapped your forehead which made you wince and blink. When you opened your eyes again, it was to plunge them into his gaze, and you regretted looking him in the eyes. In the darkness, his eyes looked almost black, even though you knew they were really the most gorgeous shade of green.

“Don’t make me regret hiring you.”

It wasn’t really a threat, it was more of an effort to push you in the right direction. After all the scenes you’d already filmed, Jensen couldn’t fire you. It would cost too much to replace you at this point. You knew that, but still, hearing the words from him, the man you looked up to, the man you thought was so talented, so beautiful and so intimidating…well, it hurt.

Feeling your eyes fill with tears again, you bent your head and nodded. “Yes, sir.”

“Alright. Now, we’ll do it once more. I want to feel desire between you and Jacob. You are his mistress, you missed him and you don’t have a lot of time with him before his wife gets back. It has to be passionate, rushed, you don’t have time to waste talking about the situation. I want to feel how much you need him.”

You nodded again, trying hard to focus back to the scene, but then your gaze caught something. Still looking down, you had a good view on Jensen’s lower body. And next to his clenched fists, you were sure there was a bump forming in his jeans, a rather noticeable bulge stretching out the denim in his crotch.

You immediately looked away, afraid he would realize that you saw it, but then you were left staring at his hands again. You could see the veins that were protruding up his arms to his elbows where he had rolled up his sleeves, and they were hypnotizing.

“Let’s roll.”

There was a very good reason why you were having so much trouble with the scene. And a big part of that reason was the director was making you incredibly horny, so that all you kept thinking about was him watching you make out with your co-star.

You fumbled the scene again.

“Cut!”

Long sighs and even grunts echoed this time.

“That’s it. We’re taking a break.” Jensen’s voice was so rough, it sent shivers down your spine. This time, you knew it was your fault. You’d managed to kiss Jacob like you were meant to, with a burning passion. But then, when it was time to undress yourself…you froze.

You knew it was ridiculous, you weren’t really going to be naked. There were special items you were wearing for the sex scene. Nothing would be on display, your breasts were covered and you were keeping your underwear on. But the simple act of removing your shirt while he was watching was just too much; you couldn’t do it.

“I’m sorry,” you rushed to say, but Jensen was already gone.

You sighed deeply, wishing you could explain to him. There was also a very good reason why you were so shy and uncomfortable with intimate scenes.

You’d dated someone before. Once. One boyfriend in your whole life. You weren’t a virgin, but your only experience of sex had been disastrous and awful. Your boyfriend had managed to make you feel so bad during your time together, so ugly and repulsive that you’d never again shown desire or interest for another man out of fear of feeling that pain again.

And, it seemed, even if it was all fake for a movie, it was still very hard to get past. But you couldn’t tell your director all of that; it was too hard to say it out loud.

When he chose to direct the movie, Jensen wanted to make sure he had the perfect lead actress for it. The auditions took way more time than they’d planned; he had looked and looked, calling back the women he thought weren’t too bad and might work, but none of them were right, and soon there was no one left to audition.

That was when he saw you.

You weren’t even auditioning for the role; you weren’t even an actress! You were working behind the cameras, in the sound department, to be precise. Your job was to make sure the mics and mic packs were working. You had to get to the studio ahead of the others and set up the rooms before the auditions. You tested the speakers and the mics, to be sure everything was working properly, before connecting everything into your console so you could properly record the screen tests.

One day Jensen was early and he got a glimpse of you working, and out of nowhere, walked over to you and gave you a script.

“Try it.” He said simply, with a soft smile.

You thought it was a joke, so you played along and read the script. You knew who Jensen Ackles was, of course, you were quite the fan. So part of you also wanted to impress him, and well…the motivation to impress must have worked, because the next thing you knew, you were cast in the leading role.

Your first role. You were completely new to the acting industry. And your new job was way more stressful than you could have imagined when you accepted it excitedly.

When you met him, Jensen was a nice guy. Patient. Encouraging. But as the spicier scenes arrived, something changed. They stressed you out, you felt like he was watching your every move, and you didn’t know if you wanted to cry, hide, run away from him or literally just grab hold of him and start making out with him.

Of course he was disappointed. He spent so much time, money and energy on you, and now you were messing everything up.

And you couldn’t even look him in the eye to say sorry.

After the break, Jensen came back and sat back in his director’s chair. He was wearing a baseball hat now, and it shaded his eyes, making his features look even more dominant. Another shiver ran over your whole body as you pictured him in the love scene instead of Jacob. There was nothing wrong with Jacob, he was cute. But you wondered…if you pictured Jensen with you in the scene when the cameras were rolling, would that make things easier, smoother?

It was worth a try.

You were back on your mark before he even had the time to call the scene. You were more than ready to show him it had been a good idea to hire you. You glanced in his direction, waiting for him to say action.

“We’re skipping this scene, it doesn’t work at all.” Jensen said brusquely.

You felt a sharp pain in your gut and immediately started chewing on your bottom lip. Of course. Because of you, he now had to change the whole scene.

“Let’s go to act 2, scene 4.”

Filming went okay for the rest of the day. You messed up a couple of other takes and had to redo it, but luckily, your fellow cast members were kind and patient. Still, you couldn’t get Jensen’s sharp voice, telling you to stop messing up the scenes, out of your head. Even now that you were in your trailer, long after shooting was over, you could still hear it echo.

Filming had lasted until the sun was down, and then you did a few night shoot scenes, and work was over.

Laying down on the bed in your trailer, you chewed absently on your lollipop as you read the script over and over again. By now, you knew it all by heart. All you had to do was to feel it, show it, like it was real. Closing your eyes, you imagined your co-star in front of you. You reached out a hand, like he was really with you, and slowly stroked his cheek.

“She can’t know you’re here.”

Your thumb caresses lower on his face until it reaches his lips. There, you look, stare, want more, so you slip your thumb through his parted lips.

“She won’t if we’re quick,” you whisper, your face getting closer. It’s warm, his breath on your face, and a small smile stretches your lips.

You can see Jacob’s brown eyes and curly hair in front of you. You blink, your thumb leaves his mouth to be replaced by your lips. There, the kiss starts slowly, like you want to explore his mouth, get familiar with its shape, tastes and feel.

But quickly, his hands get lost on your body, he grabs your waist, pulls you closer to him. Your lips part, you breathe in the same air as him, and your tongue pokes in. You know you’re not supposed to kiss with tongue, it’s an unspoken rule in the movie industry. But the kiss needs to be passionate, and Jacob doesn’t seem to mind as he kisses back the same. Then, everything speeds up. You get pinned to the wall forcefully, and a soft gasp leaves your mouth as he steps back. You blink.

Jacob’s brown eyes are now a dark green, almost black. His curly hair is no more, it’s now straight, short, but long enough to be tossed to the side and pulled if necessary. And instead of a hairless chin, there’s a delicious copper color scruff on the lower part of his face.

“Jensen…” You can’t help but moan, all air exiting your lungs.

That was when your phone decided to ring, bringing you back to reality. Startled, you sat up quickly and looked around. Another ding reminded you where you were and what was happening, so you rushed to the table to grab your phone.

The screen lit up with unread texts and your heart sank with anxiety. They were all from Jensen.

We need to talk

Meet me on set now

Stress and fear were beating strong in your head when you arrived on the dark, empty set. Out of breath from having run there, you bent down, trying to get oxygen into your lungs. You’d been so worried about what your director wanted, you’d left without thinking about the kind of things most humans would have. Like taking your phone with you, instead of setting it back down on the table and bolting.

“Took you some time,” a rough, angry voice said in the distance. Since the set was closed for the night, there weren't many lights on. It took you some time to figure out where he was, and when you finally reached him, you froze in front of him, your mind going blank.

Jensen was sitting on the metallic stairs that were part of the structure to adjust the spotlights on the ceiling. His right arm was leaning on the railing, his fist tensed and resting near his chin. His other arm was draped over his knee. He was still wearing the same clothes, the baseball hat slightly askew on his head, but this time it wasn't hiding his eyes.

There was a dark fire burning in them.

“I’m so sorry,” you hastened to say, still out of breath. You hadn't noticed you still had the lollipop in your mouth until you spoke. When you realized, you hurried to take it out and hide it behind your back.

“Sorry. You’re sorry a lot,” Jensen said, still not moving from his position. A painful lump formed in your throat at how intimidating he was and how hard it was to look him in the eyes. You opened your mouth to apologize again, but he was faster. Now on his feet, Jensen sprang quickly towards you.

By reflex, you lowered your head immediately. But that seemed to annoy him, as you could hear him clicking his tongue disapprovingly above you. It made you want to be even smaller.

“You have no idea,” he scoffed, and you fought the need to lift your head and look at him to get answers. “No idea what you’re doing.” Like a predator, he started circling your frame. Whenever he looked, it burned and left goosebumps on your skin.

“I…don’t understand.” You swallowed hard and bit your lip anxiously.

“This.” His voice stopped in front of you. The tone he used for that single word managed to make you stop breathing and the lollipop fell from your hand. “How you bite your lips when you’re shy or anxious. How you play with your hair, your eyes wide and clueless. How you always have a finger in your mouth.”

As he was speaking, you felt something on your chin that forced you to lift your head. You followed the movement without any resistance and ended up meeting his eyes. God, your legs got so wobbly, you nearly collapsed at his feet.

“How you never look me in the eyes and always keep your head bent submissively."

Jensen let go of your chin, but you didn’t move. As though in a trance, you kept staring, your lips parted and your eyes teary. But it was not because you were sad or afraid. You were simply, and completely, lost in him.

“You’re so innocent, it’s insane. You ran here immediately, when I asked you to, didn't even bother putting on pants.” Each of his words were slow, like he wanted you to understand them perfectly.

His last sentence brought you back to earth and you broke eye contact to look down and see what you were wearing. Shame burned like a slap in your face when you realized he was right.

You were still dressed for sleep. You were still wearing your version of pajamas - just an oversized shirt and panties.

Crap. Fuck.

You were about to apologize, your head still bowed, when you realized you were looking at something you'd seen before.

It was dark in the studio. But there was no mistaking it. The bump you'd seen earlier, pushing out the front of his jeans, was back.

It took some time for his words to make their way into your brain. After all, like he said, you were acting innocent, naive, a bit slow, even.

But not stupid.

You'd finally done the math in your mind, and figured things out. When you lifted your head again, it was to meet his eyes.

And this time, you didn’t look away.

“I’m turning you on,” you said on an exhale, the truth of the situation sending waves of heat down your body. No words left his mouth, but you didn’t need to hear his answer. The way his face darkened, his eyes roaming your body, was his way of telling you that you were right, and that he felt no shame because of it.

“I didn’t think you had the guts to say it out loud.” Jensen said as he took a step closer to you. By reflex, you stepped back, your eyes still not leaving his.

“I don’t…do it on purpose, I’m sorry,” you offered, stepping back again as he moved closer to you.

All you wanted in that moment was to let him do whatever he wanted to you. You wanted to live out everything you'd imagined all those nights when you couldn’t sleep because you were thinking too much about him. But still, something inside you was holding back.

“Exactly,” he answered, lowering his head. You could barely see his eyes under the hat. He kept walking towards you and you kept walking backwards until you ended up moving beyond the lights to a spot that was so dark by contrast, that all you could see was an abstract, scary shade advancing towards you.

“You don’t even do it on purpose.” He continued. His voice sounded closer than he looked, so you stepped back quicker.

“I’m sorry,” you said again, and finally, you were in another pool of light.

But he wasn’t.

Glancing all around you, you strained your eyes, trying to see through the dark areas of the stage, but it was impossible with the strong light shining down on you. All you could see was your feet, and the area just to your left, where the set was still decorated for the bedroom scene you hadn't been able to get through.

Having been too focused on figuring out where Jensen was coming from in the darkness around you, you hadn’t immediately noticed where he was leading you.

“You need to pay more attention, Y/n. And realise how much of a fucking tease you are.”

His voice echoed all around you, so of course, you stepped back towards the light, the whole situation making you feel equally scared and incredibly horny.

“I’m sorry!” You repeated, biting your lips, your hand near your mouth like somehow, biting every part of your body could help you.

That was when your back hit a wall. Or, at least, you thought it was a wall at first. Had to be. But then, you could feel it move behind you, rising and falling. The warmth of it hit next, and finally, the soft breath lifting your hair with each exhale.

“Stop. Being. Sorry.”

Your whole body froze as you felt how tense his body was behind you. The tension was so strong, it was overpowering the room, and it was controlling you. Without thinking, you melted into his body, and your whole demeanor changed. “Why don’t you make me, Mister Ackles?”

A growl answered your challenge. “I knew it.”

And just like that, you were done resisting.

Hands landed on your hips, fingers digging into the skin barely covered by your shirt. He spun you around in his arms so you were facing him. You placed both hands on his chest, and barely lifting your head, you looked up teasingly through your lashes. “Are you done talking now?”

“I knew you were a fucking tease.”

And with that, a smile stretched across Jensen's lips. But you couldn’t admire it for very long, because within a second of that smile, his mouth was on yours for a breathtaking kiss. You felt the air leave your lungs as you kissed him back immediately.

His hands gripped your hips impossibly tight, before he let go to slip them under your shirt, his fingers immediately caressing your skin, discovering the new territory. He touched you everywhere, exploring your body as though he couldn't get enough.

After a few moments of admiring you with his touch, his hands dropped back to your ass, and he squeezed it. Still kissing you, Jensen couldn’t use words, but you felt how he exhaled against your mouth, the way his chest rose and fell heavily, his hands almost shaking on your body.

He was holding back.

Breaking the kiss, Jensen placed his forehead on yours and let a sigh escape his lips.

“We… We shouldn’t do that…”

“Do what,” you panted. You couldn't decide if you wanted to stare at his mouth or stay caught in his gaze, “we’re already doing it.”

“We can’t…fuck, we can't be caught,” he insisted. His mouth was saying one thing, but his body was saying the complete opposite as he pressed himself even closer to you, his hands tightening their grip on your ass cheeks.

“We won’t get caught if we stay quiet.” Brushing your teeth against his lower lip, you stepped forward forcing him to step back until his legs met the bed. The same bed you had to do your sex scene on. What an irony.

“So, if you could stop talking and fuck me already, it would be done faster.”

Hearing those words from your lips seemed to turn a switch in Jensen. If he hadn't been completely sure at first about what you were doing, now all hesitations and worries were gone. You didn’t think it was possible, but his eyes grew darker, you could see pure hunger lurking in his pupils as he looked you up and down. And without delay, Jensen let his hands slip under your shirt, pulling it over your head and leaving you standing in front of him in only your panties.

No words left his mouth as he continued to admire you, and you felt a boost of confidence rising in you. It had been so long since someone looked at you that way, with so much need and desire. Indeed, you weren't sure if anyone ever truly had.

It felt good, freeing, to feel sexy and desired by a man such as him. You felt like you had all the power in the world. If you wanted, you were sure you could make him kneel in front of you, and that was an exciting thought.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Jensen growled, his eyes not getting enough of you. His hands were already in your underwear, trying to get rid of that last piece of clothing separating him from the full view of you.

“I know.” You said in response to his compliment.

It was out of your mouth before you could think twice about it. Never before had you felt so confident in yourself. It felt so good.

You nodded towards him. “Now. I believe I’m the only one naked.”

“Honey, you’re not naked yet,” He said with a smirk before his hands tore apart your underwear. You gasped, surprised at his strength, and your shyness returned for only a brief moment.

“God. If only you knew how bad I’ve been wanting this." he groaned.

One blink. Two blinks. You were back, focused, confident. You were hot, he desired you, just like you desired him. “Then, show me.” One finger pointed towards him, you pressed on his chest to push him softly. Jensen let himself fall back on the bed and looked up at you.

“Undress,” you commanded.

With eagerness, Jensen removed the baseball hat, throwing it somewhere into the dark surrounding you. Your eyes didn’t leave him once as he pulled his clothes off piece by piece tossing them to pile up on the floor around you, until there were none left. And just as he'd admired you earlier, you stared at him, slowly absorbing all of him.

To say he was beautiful was a weak description. Sexy wasn’t even a strong enough word to describe how he looked. He was all muscles, especially his upper torso; his shoulders and arms were thick and round with muscle. A bit lower, his stomach was soft, but you could see the shades of a six pack moving beneath. And below that, resting up between thick thighs, his cock was begging for attention.

“Wow,” you couldn’t help but stare a little too long. He was big, and just imagining him inside of you had you closing your thighs together and clenching around nothing.

“Come here.” He said, his voice soft, but deep.

Jensen clearly couldn’t wait for you to do as he asked, because he grabbed your wrist to make you move forward. You placed a knee on either side of his hips and sat down on his thighs, soaking them in the process.

“Fuck, you’re so wet. All for me?” His face was hidden against your throat and you shivered, goosebumps spreading on your body as his beard created a delicious burn on your skin. He nibbled your flesh, kissed it and marked it with his teeth.

All you could do as he touched you everywhere with his mouth and hands was to whimper. It was so hot, your head was spinning, you felt him everywhere, like you were slowly becoming one with him. “Fuck, please,” you quickly begged.

“Please what?” His lips curled up against your skin, his hands on your ass cheeks inviting you to grind against his thighs. You moaned again, your head thrown back to give him more access to your throat. “Tell me, what do you want?”

“Fuck,” you croaked out, your hips moving on your own now. Grinding felt good, but it wasn’t enough. It could barely scratch that itch, all you were doing was wetting his thighs more and more, and that was very humiliating. You were soaked. It didn’t help that you were straddling both his thighs, so nothing was pressed hard enough against your core. As you expressed your frustration with a whine, your body showed the same frustration by slowing down.

“What’s up baby,” Jensen whispered against your ear, his warm breath sending more shivers down your neck. “Can’t get off?”

You answered him by stopping completely, your breathing fast and irregular. “You have to tell me. Tell me what you want?” He chuckled and suddenly, you were a few centimeters higher, something strong pressing against your core.

A whimper of surprise left your lips as you understood; Jensen had lifted one of his legs, his foot resting on the bed frame. It allowed you to feel it now, feel the pressure, feel him between your legs. To thank him, you kissed his neck and immediately resumed your movements.

Your teeth sank into his flesh just in time to silence your voice. In this position, grinding his leg felt divine. It pressed at just the right spot, and since you'd already soaked his thigh, you could move easily. Your hips rolled without you even thinking about it, you chased it, the high, the peak, the pleasure, but it could only build up more and more and more… without getting that little explosion you were looking for.

And quickly, you were whining again.

“Don’t forget what I said,” Jensen’s voice sounded against your ear again, so rough you nearly froze.

In your current state of your mind, with a climax that didn’t wanna come no matter how much you chased it, it was hard for you to pay attention and listen to what he was saying. It was hard to even think. But finally, you remembered that Jensen had ordered you to tell him what you wanted.

“Wanna feel you inside me, please Jensen, please, fuck me,” you begged, your voice almost pathetic, you needed it so badly. You kept begging, kissing his neck, trying everything to get what you wanted.

“I love it when you beg me.”

You couldn’t stop moving now, your hips went back and forth on his thigh relentlessly. You lost track of time. It felt like you were on his thighs, begging to be fucked, for hours now. So close but yet, so far from your release.

As you were focused on moving your hips and chasing your climax, everything moved at the same time. You were back on both his thighs, and as you ground forward again, you moved further up on his body, which had you…grinding against his cock.

The sensation was completely different. It was smaller, but his cock slid perfectly between the lips of your pussy and pressed on your clit just the right way. Jensen was half laying down to allow you this position, he was resting on his elbows, his dark eyes admiring the view and your pathetic attempts to cum. Now that you were on his cock, you felt a surge of heat pool between your legs. With this new sensation, you became even more desperate to get him inside you. He was so close.

As though reading your thoughts, Jensen only allowed you to rub against his cock a couple of times before his fingers tightened into the flesh of your hips, manipulating your body like you were just a doll, so he could place you where you wanted to be the most.

One of his hands then left your hips, but you barely noticed it as you continued grinding down against his cock. Suddenly you felt something big pressed at your entrance. But you were so wet, it slipped inside you with almost no resistance. A loud moan left your mouth, surprise and pleasure mingling as you were impaled on his cock, letting gravity bury him to the hilt inside of you.

“Oh fuck!” You bit your lips, feeling so full it almost hurt. “You’re so big!” Pressing a hand to your lower stomach, you felt the shape of his cock under your fingers.

“I’m not all the way in yet.” Jensen said, his voice tight.

Your eyes widened, you had no time to prepare yourself before Jensen shifted slightly and pressed down on your hips, forcing his cock even deeper inside you. He pressed until you were flesh to flesh with him, until he was completely sheathed inside of you. Your vision got blurry immediately; it was too much and not enough at the same time. Your breathing cut off at the same time a long moan was about to leave your mouth.

When you got back your sight, you looked down at the man under you and finally noticed why you couldn’t breathe. A big, warm hand was placed on your mouth, skillfully muffling the sound of your moans.

“As much as I would love to hear you scream," a smirk stretched his lips and Jensen narrowed his eyes. “I can’t let anyone catch us. And you’re awfully loud for a shy, innocent lil girl, huh?”

You wanted to talk back so bad, but even if you didn’t have the hand on your mouth, you wouldn’t have been able to form a coherent sentence. Because the moment he said that, Jensen moved his hips up and your eyes rolled back in your head. God, it felt so good, even your thoughts were being fucked stupid.

“Hmmm…” You moaned under his hand.

“Hmmm…” Jensen repeated. “You can bite me if you need. But do not make a sound. Understood?”

Removing his hand, Jensen waited for your answer. Your head was still floating on a cloud, so it took some time for you to understand his order. Mouth half open, you nodded, agreeing to whatever he wanted. As long as he fucked you. That was all you wanted, all you needed.

“Good girl.”

And that was exactly what you did. When Jensen lifted your hips to allow him some room to fuck up into you, you immediately hid your face against his neck and bit down on the soft spot between his shoulder and his throat. At first, his thrusts were slow as though he was testing you. You suspected it was either to make sure you would stay silent, or because he wanted to be sure you were not in pain. After all, he was so thick and big, he stretched you so much that you did feel like you might rip in two.

But when Jensen understood there was no need to worry, that you could stay quiet and that you could take all of him, he let go.

Picking up his speed to a devastating pace he fucked up into you, his hands still on your hips inviting you to slam down each time he was deep inside of you. And each time that happened, he hit your cervix with a beautiful pain that made you bite him harder, your nails digging into his back, anything to hold back your voice.

But you were losing the battle.

After a few minutes in that position, Jensen quickly pulled you off his cock. A pathetic whimper echoed in the room and you never understood it was you, making all those little noises.

“Hold on," Jensen said soothingly, "you’ll be more comfortable like this."

It was hard to fully understand what was happening, your mind was so fogged up with pleasure and all the sensations happening at the same time. But one moment, you were sitting on top of him, and the next you were laying on your stomach, a pillow beneath your cheek and your hips slightly raised.

You didn’t know what the purpose of the pillow was until he thrusted back inside of you, bottoming out immediately. In the new position, he had no trouble moving, and didn’t wait for you to bite into the pillow, grabbing on to it with all your might, before he began moving.

Already, his cock was going in and out of your channel, so hard, so fast, your whole body was shifting and trembling with pleasure. And without realizing it, you were slamming back against him to feel him hit as deep as possible, just to feel that sharp, pleasure-filled pain you enjoyed so much before.

You didn’t think it could be any better, but then…

Jensen’s voice was deep, rough. He wasn’t talking. He was breathing fast and didn’t hold back his pleasure, you could hear it. Groaning, moaning, swearing.

But for him, your pleasure was more important. He wanted to hear you, even if it was muffled against the pillow. One of his hands slid under your body and between your thighs until he found what he was looking for. And the moment he pressed on it, the moment he started rubbing your clit, the pleasure exploded.

It was too much.

With his arm wrapped around your thigh, and his fingers pressing against your clit, Jensen couldn’t go as fast as he had been, but he kept thrusting slow and deep. His fingers played with your clit, brushed it and made quick circles around it until he found the right movement and rhythm that would make you come apart. When he found it, you could hear him chuckle. Even over your own moans and with a shrill sound pounding in your ears, you could still hear him. And what you heard was Jensen, in his deep, rough voice, ordering you to cum.

It was way too much for you.

Your orgasm had been building since you started, so when it finally popped, it was without warning. Your mind went blank, your eyes rolled back, and your body shook under him. It was so intense, you were sure there were a few seconds where you simply ceased to exist.

Nothing existed.

You finally came back to yourself just in time to feel Jensen pull out of you quickly, and then hot drops of something ran down your ass. Your hearing took some time to come back fully, and there was still the echo of something shrill when you turned your head back to look over your shoulder.

Jensen was on his knees between your legs, his hand on his half hard cock. There was cum dripping down his hand, but he didn’t seem to mind as his eyes were closed and his head bent back a little. His climax was probably as strong as yours.

It took some time to catch your breath. And then, the realization of what happened hit you like a ton of bricks. Panic seized you, you tried to get on your feet quickly but tripped and fell back on the bed.

“Hey, hey,” Jensen was immediately beside you, helping you lay back down on the bed. “Don’t get up too fast. That was fucking intense, you might still be light headed.”

You shook your head. “I… I have to leave…” You tried to get up again, but Jensen stopped you. Not able to meet his eyes, you looked to the right, staring at nothing but the endless darkness of the set.

Jensen sighed and rubbed your arm softly. His hand was warm and it felt good against your skin. You didn’t feel it right now, but you knew you would be sore tomorrow.

“Please, don’t leave.”

Surprised to hear that, especially after what you just did, you turned your head and looked at him with big teary eyes.

“I know what we did was not professional.” He said softly.

You nodded and sniffed, feeling yourself get all flustered the more you looked at him. But not because he was intimidating, his voice was gentle.

It was the softest he'd been since you'd started working with him.

You shook your head. “You’re my boss…we can’t…”

“I know.” He agreed simply.

Feeling slightly better, you sat down but stayed on the bed. Since it was still hard to look at him, you stared at your hands and played with your fingers.

“But Y/n…”

You looked up at him again, feeling so many things at the same time. You were scared of what would happen now. Scared because all you wanted was to do it again. Scared, but also hopeful and good. You felt so good. The afterglow of the amazing sex was still there and very hard to ignore.

“I meant it when I hired you. You are beautiful.” Jensen said with a soft smile.

A shy, answering smile appeared on your face at the compliment, but your eyes stayed sad.

“That’s why, when I saw you," he continued, "I…I knew I'd finally found the lead for the movie. You were exactly how I pictured her. And when I made you audition, the joy I felt seeing that you could act? Well, was perfect."

"But…” Pausing, Jensen sighed again. He seemed at war with himself as he tried to explain. You took his hand in yours to encourage him to continue.

“I started falling for you in a way I knew I shouldn’t.” He shrugged and looked away, his fingers playing with yours now. “And then came the sex scene and I was just. You were doing amazing, but I was so jealous. And pissed. Because I couldn’t help but feel aroused watching you make out. So out of both of us, it's really me that's not being professional. Your scenes were fine, I just…wanted to see you do them again and again. And I kept picturing me-”

“Jensen." You interrupted.

Your head was spinning with everything that was happening. What he just said - it was a confession. You had no idea how a man like him could fall for you, but you knew one thing.

You were falling for him too.

“I don’t know what to do,” his hand left yours to be placed against his face in defeat. “I want you. But also, the movie…we can’t do that.”

“I…” You started, your heart beating nervously with what you were about to say. It could be a very bad idea, but for now, it seemed like the best.

" We're almost done filming, and after the movie is complete, you won’t be my boss anymore, so…”

Jensen looked at you with interest in his eyes. “So…it wouldn't be…”

"...wrong." You finished for him. “And in the meantime, we could just call this…” You pointed to yourself and then to him, “...personal training?”

You grinned playfully. “After all, you just helped me find my inner mistress. I think next time we shoot the scene will be a good one.”

Relief seemed to wash over Jensen’s face at your proposition. “You don’t need me to practice, you have lots of talent, Y/n. A lot.”

Heat invaded your face again at his wonderful compliments. You were not used to that “Not that good. So yeah, I’m gonna need that training. Unless you don’t want to?”

The moment you said that, his eyes grew two shades darker. “Oh, I do want to. Come on, let’s go to my trailer, we’ll be more comfortable…ah…rehearsing more of your scenes.”

“Alright. Let me just find my shirt, since you destroyed my panties.” Thinking about how he ripped the fabric apart made you clench your thighs, your face getting warmer.

“I don’t think you can wait that long,” Jensen said as he helped you get up on your feet. He grabbed the bed sheet to wrap it around you. “And neither can I.”

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maximumkillshot · 6 months

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I Can't Lose You

Warnings: Ok... this is gonna be a long one. Cursing, Lying, pain really... as far as the eye can see. Panic attacks. There is also another warning that I really wanna give but it'll also give a big part away.

Pairing: ? xReader (Another spoiler come on!)

Characters: All of the Stray Kids, OC Soo, Reader

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Things started off small, a missed call here, and a late text there. Then, they started to get more sporadic… More suspicious. Most of all, it’s in his eyes. When he’d see the dinner made and packed in the fridge for him. The laundry and dishes done, you passed out on the couch, waiting for him to come home. You didn’t see it, but his face had guilt written all over it.

You weren’t blind. You saw the lipstick on his collar, and the scent on his clothes. The times that you kept saying, “I know you’re busy” and pecking him on his lips, despite the perfume attacking your senses.

You figured one of his sister idols hugged him, that’s how it transferred, yeah, that was a comfy thought. It even made complete sense since hugs were a must.

It was your 3rd anniversary, you had everything planned. All that you asked of him was to show up at said place at said time. That’s quite literally it. You had been planning this for months, even going as far as talking his manager into giving him one weekend off… just one. You also asked him what you could do to make his life just slightly easier.

Now here you are… alone… at said place at said time. Texting. Calling. No answer. 10 minutes turned into 20 minutes, 20 to 40, 40 to an hour and a half. You sit here on the verge of tears, calling the only person you could.

“Hey Y/N why are you calling? Is everything okay?” Minho asked.

“He never showed,” You started crying as you mindlessly picked the petals off of the roses on the table, staring at the card you had gotten him.

“He’s your husband, what do you mean he didn’t show?!” He yelled.

You heard in the background, “WHAT?!” there was no mistaking that voice, it was Changbin.

Then you heard the phone being snatched.

“Y/N where are you? I’m coming to get you.”

You gave him the address as you tried your best to breathe. You had taken a cab here and nothing is more awkward than breaking down in the back of an Uber. About 20 minutes later you heard Bin behind you.

“Y/N?” He asked so gently like you’d break… But you already have.

You looked at him, not knowing what to say. “Your best friend’s been lying to me?”... No. You elected to just say, “I don’t know where to go.” because it’s true. You had no clue where to go.

Binnie smiled at you. A sad, empathetic, whisper of a smile as he said “Let’s start with home, yeah?” He asked.

You nodded, grabbed the card off of the table, and off you went.

You had asked the guys to give you guys alone time in the dorm, so everyone was scattered through the city. Bin just happened to be at the Danceracha house when you called.

You had no clue, but before Bin had even gotten in his car to get you. He texted everyone to meet at the 3Racha house, but NOT to go in before Bin made it to the house with you. He could tell by the look on your face that something was very wrong, and you’d need all of the support you could get.

When everyone was there, you unlocked the door and Bin was the first to go in. Immediately his jaw dropped as he hung his head. When you came in you heard it.

Moaning… loud moaning. You looked at the floor near the front door, seeing a pair of heels you didn’t recognize. You welcomed the boys in with a pointer finger to your lips. Everyone quietly came in as you toed off your heels, eventually sitting on the couch.

You as well as the boys heard everything… The “I love you” s, the “Feel so much better than her” and finally the nail in the coffin, “I can’t wait to leave her.”

Everyone’s jaws were on the floor at what he was saying and at your reaction to them. You just stared at the wedding photo hanging on the mantle. The thought of losing the boys paralyzing you with fear.

He continued, “never wanted her…only you… always you,” then, “m’close Baby.” You couldn’t even look at the boys. It wasn’t embarrassing, after all, you aren’t the one cheating on your husband with someone while he’s waiting to celebrate your anniversary.

You couldn’t look because of the overwhelming sadness. It was numbing, aching, sadness.

Another thing you could say is that you should’ve seen it coming. Some of his most popular songs have lyrics about someone else catching his eye.

You can hear his moans getting louder, that's a sign that he’s close so you put the card down, get up, and walk down the hallway. You look at the door that used to mean serenity and happiness, now colored a nauseating dark and gloomy gray.

You open the door and walk in. You see them, your husband and your best friend, writhing around on the bed as they both reach their highs together. You couldn’t find it in you to cry. Not even a little.

Finally, your husband rolled off of her, giggling and enjoying the high.

The only one who noticed you were there was your best friend, Soo, who has been your friend since you moved here 6 years ago, so you could be closer to the boys. When she saw you, her face turned ghost-white…

You just put your wedding band on the dresser drawer.

“Fuck you’re so much better than her.” he breathed out… When she didn’t respond, he opened his eyes. The pure chocolate orbs scanned you and wished, just like you, that this was a nightmare.

“Y/N/N” he breathed, you could see the weight on his shoulders as he threw his head back onto the pillow, putting his hands to his face, knowing that he was caught.

“Soo… you have 3 minutes to get dressed and to get the FUCK out of MY HOUSE…” You gritted your teeth as you threw her clothing at her.

As soon as she left you turned your full attention to your husband.

You calmly started changing clothes, taking off the skin-tight black dress that you knew would do something to him (Well thought you knew, rather). You didn’t face him as you changed, not giving him the satisfaction of seeing your body. Halfway through pulling down the dress you grabbed a big sweatshirt and put it on, so when the rest of the dress slid off, He’d never see a thing. You put on sweatpants afterward.

In your mind, you already know. The last time he will ever see your body was 3 days ago. When you both took a shower together.

During all of this, he was frozen. You see, when your relationship started you told him, you don’t tolerate cheaters. He knows that and that you are pissed, and rightfully so, but he is also terrified of losing you. As a matter of fact, at this point, that is the only thing he is thinking about. He can’t lose you.

After you changed you started with, “How long?”

“Y/N/N I..”

“HOW LONG?” You barked. Your voice taking a stern and powerful tone.

“Physically, 2 months. Emotionally, almost a year.” His face fell.

“Do you remember what today is?”

“What?”

“Do you remember what today is?” you asked in a docile tone as you took off your earrings, ones he had gotten for your first anniversary.

He checked his phone and cursed under his breath, “Baby I--”

That was when you lost it, “YOU DON’T GET TO CALL ME THAT! NOT AFTER YOU SAID IT OVER AND OVER TO HER WHILE YOU WERE FUCKING HER IN OUR BED! IN OUR HOME!”

You tried to stop it from boiling over, but you couldn’t help it when visceral sobs left your throat. You grabbed a duffel bag out of the corner of the room, trying to do your best not to completely collapse.

“Y/N, what are you doing, talk to me.” He finally got up and put some sweats on. “I know you’re hurting.”

You yelled, “This is beyond hurt!…”, Then your voice cracked as your volume plummeted, sounding and looking so small as you continued, “You have no fucking idea what you just did.”

You started hyperventilating at the gravity of his shitty decisions and the effect it will have on your life. You needed to get away from him. You stumbled out of the room and into the hallway. You couldn’t even call out to Hannie, too close to passing out from hyperventilation.

Hannie’s ears perked up, your raspy and rapid breathing meant that you were hyperventilating. The next second he’s running to you.

“Hey hey hey Y/N/N. You need to breathe honey, come with me.” He immediately supported your body, halting all possibility of you diving face first into the floor if you do pass out. Then he essentially dragged you back to where you were sitting.

You grabbed the card and held it to your chest as Han kneeled in between your legs. He was trying to get you to focus on your breathing and to focus on him, to ground yourself.

As much as you wanted to focus on Han, you couldn’t help but look at that damn photo on the mantle. You wanted that photo so badly to be true again. You couldn’t help the sobs that came out of your mouth as you hugged the card to yourself.

When your husband, Chan, finally made his way to the living room he saw everyone there and his face turned nearly colorless. Everyone stared at him except for Han and Bin, who were worried about you more than anything.

“You don’t understand” and “he doesn’t understand” were all you could repeat as you wept. Rocking back and forth, because no one really could understand, the gravity of what he has been doing.

Bin tried getting through to you by saying, “Help us understand Y/N/N.” You handed him the card as you continued sobbing, consumed by the sheer pain of what Chan’s done.

Bin opened the card and his face went from confusion to rage-filled, his features reminding Han of hardened steel. Unwavering, strong, and in this case, pissed off.

Bin tried to sound as calm as he could, for your sake, as he said, “Hannie, put together an overnight bag for Y/N, don’t forget anything. Innah, take her to my car… she needs to calm down if not we have to go to the hospital.”

As soon as he heard the car door slam, he went off.

“You know out of all of the people I could ever conceive doing this, you would be the last of them!”

“Bin” Chan tried to say something but Changbin cut him off.

“NO! YOU DON’T GET A SAY HERE, CHRIS! YOU FUCKED UP ROYALLY AND NOW YOU DESTROYED YOUR FAMILY!” Bin was visibly shaking with rage as he walked up to Chan. Tears were starting to form in his eyes.

LeeKnow looked visibly confused as he looked to Bin, “What are you talking about?”

Bin threw the content of the card at Chan’s feet.

Chan looked at what the card had in it, it was unmistakable.

Bin sounded broken as he responded, “Y/N is pregnant.”.

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sorya-lee · 1 month

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Ephemeral.

HunterxTraitorJedi!Reader

Genre : Fluff with a sprinkle of angst.

Warnings : Order 66 innuendos, non-spoken feelings, mutual pining

Summary : You're a Jedi who betrayed the Republic and the Council but you're still working for them, waiting for the right moment, the wake up call of your master. Lost deeply in your thoughts and worries, a certain Sergeant had decided to distract you.

This one-shot was inspired by my own OC story.

It was one of this day, another mission in this never ending war. You knew things were going to change soon but you didn't know if it was for the best. You were scared to say the least but confident or you're trying to be. Because there is no going back. Not after all the sacrifices and the price was too beautiful to let it go now. Your suffering, your anger, your pain, it could never be repairable. And the Jedi Order had to pay the consequences of their pride and blindness that you could not stand anymore.

You were deep lost in your thoughts, it seems like you were meditating, your back leaning against the cold metal wall of the Marauder, the ship of your own squad. You were a particular Jedi and that's why special forces were assigned to you. You weren't particularly fond of taking back a new squad of clones after what happened to Foxtrot Group at Sarrish. But Clone Force 99 grew on you and you already like clones on the other hand. But this squad take the cake, they were all so unique and special. Effective in battle and incredibly funny out of field.

If there is one clone that you were particularly fond of was Hunter. The leader of your squad and your subordinate. You didn't know if it was because of the chain of command but you had an interesting understanding of eachother. But it was a forbidden bond, you sense in the Force that that attraction was more than a General to a Sergeant relationship. You were pining for eachother, hard.

Hunter was the little ray of sunshine in your life. The war, the Jedi Council, the conspiracy... Your life was clouded and a storm was brewing, nothing very joyful or peaceful had happened in a long time. That's why it was maybe easier to let Hunter in your life, turning your heart and your mind upside down without naming what was this feeling properly. After all, we were at war and you weren't selfish enough to make him suffer with your future actions, yet. It was too late for that.

You were lost deep in your thoughts and worries when a gently nudge at your shoulder interrupted you. You lift your head and open your eyes to meet the brown ones of your Sergeant. You smile slightly to hide whatever you were feeling moments before, something like pain and anger. You raised an inquiry eyebrow inviting him to speak.

"Sorry to interrupt you General." He apologized soflty, his deep low voice even more deeper because of his tone that could be misinterpreted as a whisper. "You should head to sleep we had a long day."

Your smile grew wider in a thin line. Hunter, always worrying for you, even if you were a trained and capable Jedi.

"Are you trying to boss me around Sergeant?" You asked, teasing evident in your voice. You also could sensed in the Force that Hunter's energy was different than usual, he was also tired, even more than you.

"I wouldn't dream of it General." He answered simply. You put a firm hand on his left shoulder, you were about to invite him to go to sleep as well but you felt something else in the Force. Ah, there it is. This strong bond between the two of you, hidden deep in your respective fatigue. Your hand slipped from his armored shoulder to his black, you felt him shivered at the unexpected caress, but you didn't stop. You didn't know what's had gotten into you but in a way it's a thing that you had to cling to. To feel safe and alive. Away from the tourments that you were causing to yourself.

Your eyes were scanning each of his expressions. His eyes go from your hand to your eyes, to your lips and that's when you shivered yourself. The only idea that Hunter's lips could be on yours was a very dark and intoxicating temptation because it was forbidden for both of you. Your hand leave his black to his exposed skin, his neck. The contact of your skin against his in such a unusual place sent you spiralling and you were sure it was the same for Hunter because his eyes closed briefly, he swallowed hard and took a deep breath as if he had to steady himself.

Your eyes softened and you tilted your head. Your hand didn't continue on his face as he would have expected. No. It slipped behind his neck to his scalp and his locks. They're a mess because of the mission of today despite his helmet encaging it. But it didn't stop your from scratching his scalp tenderly and intertwining your fingers with his locks. He closed his eyes because of your tender touch, something he wasn't used for from anyone. He never knew the tenderness of a mother touch and do not count on his brothers to give that kind of touch...

You broke the silence after a minute. "I... We should go to sleep." You said with regrets in your voice not wanting to stop at all what was going on right now. But you couldn't take the chance to be caught by his brothers either. Lucky for you both, Crosshair was cleaning his rifle, Tech was piloting and Wrecker was sound asleep but you couldn't just stand in the corridor like this.

Hunter's heightened senses were on the edge. Since the minute he disturbed you, he sensed your heartbeat fastly increasing, your natural smell was bewitching him because of how close you were but your touch on him was what drove him crazy. He wouldn't stop for nothing in this galaxy either. It was one of the realest thing he ever experienced in his life. In this war, there was no place for attachment, he was meant to be expandable, cannon fodder, for a galaxy that he'd known so little but only by Kaminoan files. He wasn't supposed to mean something for someone, just an ephemeral shadow in this vast galaxy.

But there you are, a Jedi, his general, his superior. He shouldn't be doing this, kriff, he shouldn't think that it's possible to be this close to you. You made an oath too but he couldn't help it. He couldn't help this closeness, this attraction, this bond it was too much to just let it slip away. And he could die tomorrow, so could you. Everything is supposed to be ephemeral.

This is with this mindset that he catched your retracting hand with his gloved one. You gasped soflty and looked in his eyes, something shifted in the way he was looking at you, he was bold and determined.

"No." He says simply. "I mean... We could take this more privately." He trails not realizing the double meaning of his words, your cheeks reddened and you scrunched your nose and eyebrows in confusion.

He looked at you and suddenly realized. He let go of your hand and put it behind his head, all shy suddenly. "N-no... That's not what I meant. My hair is a real mess and I think you could do... Something about it... Without my brothers... Without risking to be seen." He said quickly but still low so none of his brothers could hear his demand. Hunter went from the confident Sergeant you knew on the battlefield to a babbling mess scared he had offended his general.

You took his other hand in yours, take a glance at your surrounding and with a slight movement of your head you told him "Come on."

He followed without asking question. You grabbed the blanket they lend you for the cold nights and you climbed the ladder to the tail gun, the only place were you could hope to have a little bit of intimacy. Hunter climbed behind you as you settled the blanket on the cold metal floor and you sit. The gun chair was taking a big space but you could manage to make some room, Hunter had to just lean down.

You invited him with arms open but he looked at you incredulously. You chuckled and told him softly "Lay down on my lap Sergeant." He hesitated then made up his mind and sit down then lay his head on your lap. He was tensed you could sense it. You trailed a hand on his face and you took off his bandana gently. Some small locks fell on his face. You took the bandana, looked at it, you passed your thumb on the skull and smiled a bit. You took his hand which was laying on his stomach and you put the bandana in. He clenched at it and with his other hand he stroked your arm.

Then you started working. At first, you just played with his hair slowly and you scratched his scalp from time to time. Hunter closed his eyes even if he wanted to keep looking at your concentrate face, he couldn't help but feeling relaxed by your touch.

You realized that you forgot your comb and that you couldn't just move. You let one hand in Hunter's hair, still stroking his forehead and his hair and with the other, you concentrated to see the place where you let the comb this same morning and you used the Force. Some moment after, the comb was in your hand and you heard a slight chuckle as you open your eyes and faced Hunter who also had open his eyes.

"I love when you do that." He simply said. "And why that?" Did you ask in return as you start to comb his soft locks not resting from your previous ministrations.

"Because..." He took a moment to look for the right words. "It makes me feel like you're one of us."

"How's that?" You genuinely ask. "Well, you're special."

You scoff, cheeks red. "If it was another Jedi General it would have been the same you know." You just answered like if it was just a normal thing, but not for Hunter.

"I don't think so. No. I know so." He said, repositionning his head on your lap and closing his eyes. It was true, which general would have taken care of him and his brothers like you do. Which general would comb his Sergeant hair on their lap? No one. But you do.

In a way, you felt guilty because in your heart, it looked like your just doing it to lighten your actions and the future ones. But you genuinely cared for them, for him. Or you wouldn't have asked to retrieve your beloved squad once everything would have been done. Everything would be the same between you but even better, because you would be free, free to love who you want to love. And no war would stop you. Peace will be brought again to the galaxy and you will be free.

"You don't believe me." He said opening one eye with a slight smirk on his handsome face, interrupting once again your dark thoughts. That's exactly why you loved him, he was the light in your dark times.

"It's not about what you said, it's about me struggling to believe that it could be true for me."

He raised one hand and stroke the side of your head and your hair. "I don't know what you are fighting for within you, but you know you can always rely on... me." Hunter wanted to say on "us" but for once, he didn't wanted to involve his brothers in the confession you were making to him and him only.

"You're special." He said soflty but deeply. "If you're not special amongst the Jedi, at least if it's what you like to believe, you are special... for me." You hold the hand which was on your face, you catch it and intertwined your fingers with his and you rest your hands on his chest, just above his heart. Your eyes, soft and filled with adoration were looking at his face and your other one lost itself in his hair between stroking and scratching his scalp.

You didn't spoke oppenly about your mutual feelings, but you knew it was better this way.

All that happened for the past half hour with Hunter was like a bubble. Everything was slow and gentle, as if time had stopped around you, as if there was no war and no secret conspiracy. You didn't have to be a Jedi nor a General in this moment. And he didn't have to be a Sergeant or a Clone in this moment. It was just Hunter and you and the rest of the Galaxy could burn, you wouldn't care.

You lost yourself in this peaceful moment like your fingers were lost in his now soft and combed locks, your worries far away even if they were closer than what you'd like. Your eyes scanning his peaceful and resting features. You didn't know if Hunter had fallen asleep, but you couldn't care anymore, you wouldn't stop. After all, in your heart, you knew this moment was ephemeral.

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dreaming-of-old-encounters · 2 months

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The Fifth (Poly! Sleep Token x Fem! OC) Part I

Summary: The members of Sleep Token are exhausted, utterly drained. Sleep beckons for a new addition to take the load off the group; A Fifth.

Word count: 1.8K

I hope y'all enjoy I have a few parts planned out with the potential of this becoming a longer piece if you're interested. Poly! Sleep Token with a Fem! OC but can definitely be read as reader insert.

This was the third night in a row that he had dreamed of, well Vessel wasn't sure what he was dreaming of. It was never pleasant, Sleep's dream rarely ever were, but these were different.

They were never like this when II, or III first began to plague his dreams. Sleep had been clear with them. They had come with a sense of purpose and drive to seek the new members out. Nor was this like the other messages Sleep had sent Vessel, she had always been clear, given him instructions or a goal. Those dreams had always felt real; Vessel could feel every touch, hear every word, and move freely sheltered in the safety of the dream world Sleep had created.

But this was completely out of his realm.

The clearness of the dreams had been replaced with flashes of images. Mousy hair, deep brown eyes, and pale translucent skin. Never a clear image, and never tangible. He had tried to reach out to the being when the dreams started to happen but the uneasiness of it all had prevented him. It was as if he was tied down and gagged, unable to respond to the chaos around him.

Was it fear?

No.

Even when Sleep punished her followers, the fear was never like this. That came with understanding, while sometimes cruel Vessel understood it. This was completely different, wild, unnerving and Vessel did not like it.

Reaching out blindly to the side table by his bed, Vessel searched for his phone. Lifting it to his face, expecting a light to blind him as he turned it on. A low sign left his lips, he had forgotten to plug the darn thing in again. No matter what time it was now there was no going back to bed. His head was too filled with a heavy confusion he had not felt since the early days of Sleep Token, since the early days of his connection to Sleep herself.

Pulling himself from the bed, he grabbed an extra hoodie and his mask. Stuffing them both on unceremoniously before dragging himself out of the warm comfort of his room. The promise of a warm cup of tea urging himself forward and down the creaky steps of the band's shared home.

Even with the newfound success of the band they all still remained in the older Vicornian style home. It was easier that way, the quiet allowed all of them to maintain their identities, at least the very little left that remained of each of them, but had also allowed them to Worship and write in peace. Vessel would not admit this, but the house was one of the first places he had felt at peace in a long time. He was not willing to leave its comforts and as long as the rest of his band allowed him to stay there, he would.

Entering the kitchen he was surprised to find a tired II, shoulders slump slightly waiting on the kettle to finish boiling. The soft early morning light was the only thing eliminating the kitchen around them, it couldn't be later than four or five in the morning.

Vessel walk towards the smaller man resting his forehead lightly on top of his head.

"You're up early?"

II turned slightly to look up at Vessel, his bright blue eye still glossy with sleep, "Couldn't get back to sleep"

Vessel frowned at this but only responded with a quiet hum.

Reaching over the smaller man, he grabbed their two cups.

II quickly corrected him, "Better make it four, I heard III & IV moving around when I came down."

Vessel paused a moment longer, his frown drawing deeper onto his hidden features. This information concerned him, the other vessels rarely were affected by Sleep's dreams. Well at least not like he was, being the first of the vessels chosen he had a certain connection with Sleep they did not. For all of them to be having troubles in the dream world, something was not right.

"Alright, why don't you throw some more wood into the furnace and get some blankets together in the living room and I'll finish up here?" Vessel suggested.

II nodded at him, before pulling away from the stove. Rubbing his hands over his arms to warm up. It was cold in the house, they had yet to bother adding heating past the wood furnace in the living room and the space heaters in their own rooms. Though IV had refused this comfort all together claiming it was a fire hazard. The other vessels knew it was just an excuse for the man to crawl into their beds when the nights got unbearably cold. Regardless it didn't seem like a big deal as they had planned on getting heating earlier that year but with their sudden rise to fame, home repairs were quickly forgotten. Lost among the other tasks left undone thanks to their busy schedules; not that others minded the extra company.

Vessel continued to watch the water boil in front of him as he placed the tea bags into their cups, making sure to add an extra sugar cube into III's mug. The routine felt mindless, his thoughts consuming him as he dropped each bag into their mugs.

Behind him footsteps joined II's, followed by quiet chatter.

II had busied himself with gathering all the blankets he could, dumping them onto the large couch before moving forwards to feed the flames of the old stone furnace.

"Looks like we need to cut some more wood this week" IV's voice carried from the stairs as he and III made their way down.

II gave a little chuckle before responding, "I have been telling Ves for days now, but you know how he gets..." trailing off a bit at the end of the sentence. He hadnt meant it in a rude way, IV knew that. But an odd energy had settled into the house the past week, that none of them really understood. Maybe it was the cold, gloomy weather but it had felt more than that recently.

Walking over to II, IV reached down to help restack some of the wood that piled next to the furnace. "and what about you II, Feeling alright? haven't been much yourself lately either?"

II paused at this, "yeah Ivy I'm alright" a small smile touching his lips before throwing another log into the flames, "just a bit tired I guess" he added.

III looked at his two band mates from the spot of the sofa that he had claimed, while he was probably the least in-tuned with the group's feeling but he too had felt the energy shift in the house the past couple of days. That same feeling consuming the air around them now, causing him to shift uncomfortably in his seat.

"Alright you two, get your asses over here I'm freezing" he held wide arm open, holding extra blankets out to them. Desperately trying to escape the heavy feeling beginning to form in his throat.

It was domestic really, the three of them snuggled up together on the couch, eyes half closed enjoying the warmth of each other's company. It had been a while since they had been able to relax like this, with the end of the UK Tour, dealing with business deals,signing onto a new record company along with preparing for the upcoming North American tour things had been overwhelmingly busy. It was beginning to be clear that it was taking a toll on the group.

The high pitch whistle of the kettle barely took Vessel away from the thoughts that currently tormented his brain. Running through the lists of things they had to complete before the start of tour. The record label wanted them to start to write for the new album, not to mention his commitments to Sleep, it felt endless.

He grabbed a tray from underneath the counter carefully putting each mug on to it, before turning to the pantry to grab them some biscuits.

And of course there was the matter of his dreams, flashes of the mousy brown hair flickered through his thoughts as he shifted through the shelves looking for the biscuits. They would need to go into town soon, their pantry was starting to look empty. Just another thing for his endless list of tasks.

He was tired, beyond tired. He was burning out.

Turning off the stove, Vessel grabbed the tray of mugs letting his mind wander over to his bandmates in the other room. He knew they were just as tired as he was and it was beginning to frustrate him that he couldn't take more of their burden off their shoulders. But he himself was beginning to fall behind on his duties.

Long strides brought him into the living room quickly even with the extra care taken not to spill the tray full of steaming mugs in his hands.

His bandmate lifting their tried heads enough to great him. III's excited eyes twinkling at the package of biscuits laying on the tray. Ivy always greeted him with a sweet smile and kind words. Finally the lazy eyes of II watching him move into the room with careful consideration. He would look almost uninterested to most but both had been around each other long enough to understand that was far from the case.

Vessel placed the tray down in front of the Trio, grabbing his own dark blue mug standing there a bit awkwardly trying to find his place. It was II that shuffled away so that Vessel could find his place in between him and III. Slotting himself in the group, Vessel let out a deep sigh, closing his eyes and allowing the warmth of his mug to warm his hands.

IV leaned down grabbing his and III's respective mugs, and of course the roll of biscuits for III. Who made quick work at opening them and stuffing one in his mouth. Turning himself towards IV, "ew want one" mouth half full with the buttery snack.

"Sleep help us III, I swear you have no manners" IV chucked before grabbing the snack from his hand and stuffing one in his own mouth.

II watched the two quietly bicker back and forth before reaching down to the table for his own mug, "Ves?" he begun to question the singer next to him, "hm?" he responded, eyes still loosely shut, as his head hung lazily behind him on the couch.

"Why aren't you using your favorit-" II stopped mid sentence eyeing the dark blue mug Vessel had insisted on using daily gripped tightly in the singer's hands,something about how it fit in his hands & the texture II couldn't quite remember now.

"What was that II?" Vessel had responded not bothering to open his eyes.

“Don't worry about it" II leaned back into the side of the singer, his eyes not leaving the fifth mug swirling a deep mousy brown still resting on the table. "It’s nothing" he repeated to himself.

#sleep token #sleep token worship #vessel sleep token #iii sleep token #ii sleep token #iv sleep token #poly! sleep token #sleep token fanfiction #vessel x reader #vessel x iii #vessel x ii #sleep token x reader #sleep token x oc #vessel x oc #iii x iv #vessel x iv

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four-leaf-loco · 5 months

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On Gale's Inactivity as a God

So one thing I noticed while autisticly reading the forgotten realms lore is that Tymora (goddess of good luck) is weaker than other gods because she gives so much of her divine power to her followers; aka she actually helps them. Gale taking an approach of 0 real contact might actually be a part of a plan to overtake the godly power structure, like Lathander tried (resulting in a lot of fuck ups and Tyche, his long term lover, dying and splitting into Basheba and Tymora, essentially saved via the help of Selune). Lathander wanted to dethrone Ao and take his place essentially.

On romanced partners; having a fellow loyal God to possibly be interconnected with in the eyes of mortals and most likely give out their divine powers like or more than other gods could be a tactical move. Take off some suspicion from him maybe. It will make taking over Ao easier too. Just one more god on his side guaranteed. I mean he is to thank for making you a god. You're allied to him, a lesser god to an even lesser god. But who knows, this is all conjecture.

My Roleplay Choices

Romancing Gale as a good or neutral aligned character often leads to encouragment or inspiration for him. Maybe a character like that would become a God of those things. A kind God who wishes to help their followers with inspiration and bouts of creativity/intuition. That would pair very very well with Gale, God of Ambition. Encouragment leads to Ambition. It's exactly what happened to him, well meaning words lead to him getting bolder. Defy his mortal status. Not just use the crown but reforge it. Yes you threw the crown into the river but baby your fault for letting me know where it went.

Using your powers only helps his. Maybe people will worship you together. Maybe Gale will be the main deity due to him ascending first and being the end goal. Most of the divine power would filter to him as you are left to gather the souls of your dead followers, attend to their needs, help them. Grow your flock. Gale will have statues and temples dedicated to him (with small shrines to you). He'll say it's to your love but you as a god know better, you just turn a blind eye, another cheek. He doesn't tell you of his plans and the other gods take pity. They can all see it clear as day, already taking sides. You're stuck with him, dressed in his regalia, his, his, his. Gale's ambition fully removed from you now. A project of the past. But as a god, not really a person anymore, the two of you an endless loop of give and take that feeds into an inseparable dynamic. He wouldn't grow as much as he needed to without you and you couldn't either, not really. The target would be on your back when the other gods decide it's time to put a stop to Gale's plans. You could leave and join the others but oh how your divinity sings for his. Intertwined for eternity. If you die he'll bring you back as soon as possible (he won't) (it's only fuel for his fire, oh what have you done)(the divine will come undone)(or he will fall harder than any else).

But idkkk just some messy thinks and thoughts and interpretations 💭

Hope you enjoyed them! Also comment your ideas for what God your character would be, I mostly play bards or bard multiclass so I wanna knowwwww yoursss 🔥💯❤️

#bg3 #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #ascended gale #god gale #this man has too many tags good lord #be deserves it though lets be real #call him baby girl too LOL #text post #gale romance #gale x tav #for good measure

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adarkrainbow · 6 months

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Hello! Love your ogre research, first of all. So something weird here, in my English translation of Ariosto the monster that threatens Angelica (the orca) is translated as “sea orc”, and the blind ogre who acts like Polyphemus (the orco) is translated as “land orc”. (And by extension “sea orc” evolved into a dragony thing in some modern fantasy books). Any idea why that happened instead of just calling them “orca” and “ogre” or something?

Ah yes the Orlando Furioso. I meant to include this in my big "What makes an ogre" series but never got the time.

So... I have to admit I am not an expert on Italian language, especially old fashioned Italian language, and I also am no expert on the full Orlando Furioso (it is a very complex work I only got started on recently). But here's the thing...

It is well-known that the Orlando Furioso was put together by taking elements of Greco-Roman mythology and reinventing them completely. The Orco and Orca are this. The Orco is basically Polyphemus reinvented - but here with two eyeballs made of bone instead of one eye promptly gouged out. The Orca meanwhile is the sea-dragon of the Andromeda story given a new name. So far so good.

But "Orca" is not meant to evoke the sea animal of the same name, the "killer whale", and that's something everybody has to remind people of (even the Wikipedia article for the Orca in Italian points out it is NOT the "orca" as in the sea creature). Orca is used here as the male form of "orco" - and the "orco" is indeed the same name of creature used by Basile to designate his proto-ogres. The "uercos", which is just "orcos" spelled differently.

So should we translated "Orco" as "ogre" and "Orca" as "ogress"? Well... No, it wouldn't work. At least for the Orco it can work since he sports typical ogre traits and DID influence the rise of the ogre figure in France (I don't think it is a random choice if madame d'Aulnoy's ogres are cyclops). But the Orca clearly isn't the same kind of creature - it is a sea dragon, or a sea monster, or some big sea snake. So this hints at the fact that "orco/orca" doesn't actually translated, in the context of the Orlando, as "ogre"...

You see, by Basile's Pentamerone, the "orco" is clearly an "ogre" in the fairytale sense of the word - though some English translators decided to go for "ghoul" because they didn't understand why an ogre would have magical powers, unaware that ogres were originally sorcerers/fairies of their own rights. They preferred to evoke the shapeshifting Arabian demons, allowing for an easier explanation of "Oh yes the ogre turns into all sorts of animals and curses people when it can't eat them".

[Note: As I write this I realized "orchi" is apparently the plural of "orco"? Well... I'll keep calling them "orcos" for now, but another proof I am not expert when it comes to these things]

But the author of the Orlando Furioso seems to have had a different and more ancient meaning in head for "orco". If you ask me, what seems very likely (though I am no expert) is that "orco"/"orca" is here taken as meaning "man-eating monster". Not just a fairytale ogre, but any kind of creature that wants to devour human beings. As a result the "orco" is an ogre-like giant, while the orca is a sea monster-dragon. "Orco/a" is used in the same broad sense as how "fairy" could be used in the British Isles to refer to all sorts of creatures, or yokai in Japan - or at least, that's what it seems to me. This is probably why the translator chose to prefer the term "orc", more neutral and evoking the older roots and mysterious figures behind the word "orc" before Tolkien made it famous. Calling the sea creature "orca" feeds the confusion with the killer whale ; while calling the land monster "ogre" might remove the idea that he is another form of the sea creature met earlier. One could keep the cohesion by having "ogre / ogress" but it would be mistranslating to call the sea monster "ogress" when it is clearly not just a female version of the land creature. So ultimately I think this is why the terms "sea orc" and "land orc" were chosen - it keeps the unity, while pointing out that the term does not designate a specific type of being, more a large class of man-eating beings. You could easily go with "sea monster" and "land monster" too.

At least that's how I perceive things - but again I am NO expert and any actual Italian insight on this topic would be more than welcome.

#orlando furioso #orco #orca #ogre #sea monster

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shadowynn · 11 months

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| midnight reveries | preview |

hi! so, i couldn't resist the temptation to start working on something new when a new idea hit me in full force. this piece is something that will probably be a bit of a wait before i fully start working on it, but just thought i'd give you a little taste of what's to come. full disclosure, though, things may change between now and later as i work further through ideas and plotlines, but i'm 99% the events in this preview will come to take place at some point in the story.

at the moment though, i'd probably best categorize this piece as:

yandere!poly!cyberpunk!gang! ateez x reader

also, this preview is just a roughdraft, typos probably abound and writing is a little rough and wonky, but i really wanted to share it all with you.

warnings: yandere behavior, kidnapping, mentions of drugging

wordcount: 1k

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It was a struggle to regain your senses, brain muddled by the drugs that had recently flooded your system. Someone, somewhere was speaking, but it was impossible to make out, your mind not quite able to grab onto it in your current state. The only thing you were certain of in that exact moment was the way your entire body ached, with the majority of the pain centered at the forefront of your forehead, more intense than anything you had experienced before.

You struggled to open your eyes, lids heavy from your previous unconsciousness, only to discover they had been bound tightly by some sort of cloth. Out of instinct, you went to reach for the blindfold, only to find your hands had also been bound behind you.

A part of you knew the unknown situation was cause for panic, but you were too disoriented to allow the panic to properly build inside you. Your confusion overtook any and every other emotion that might have arisen, leaving you struggling to figure out just what had happened and where you were now. The last thing you remembered was heading out onto the terrace for some air, desperate for a breather after the fight with your father. There were hints of something else hidden between your thoughts, images of a man in a mask, but every time you attempted to grasp at it, his face slipped through your grip, fading from view completely.

You had been tied to a wooden chair, wrists bound to the wooden posts supporting your back. The rope dug into your skin, each turn of your wrists causing it to bite into your skin, rubbing them raw.

You could feel the panic rising as the weight of the situation finally began to sink in. You didn’t know where you were or how exactly you had gotten in this position, but that hardly mattered at the moment. The only thing that did was not letting your panic get the better of you and finding a way out of here.

But that was easier said than, and it was near impossible for you to keep your chest from tightening as the panic continued to build. Your hands fumbled with their binds, attempting to find some way to slip them free, but the struggle only seemed to bind them tighter. You weren't Fi, which meant you wouldn’t be getting out of them anytime soon.

Think, y/n, think.

You forced yourself to take a second and breathe, clearing your mind to focus on taking in as much as you could of your surroundings in your given state. You might have been blind, but you could just make out the faint scent of oil and gasoline. This combined with the periodic rumble of the trains told you, you were being held somewhere downtown, quite probably near or in Arachnis.

The voices were getting louder now, growing clearer with each passing second. You stilled your movements, struggling to keep your breathing even, but you couldn’t make anything out other than the lower tone of a masculine voice. No, wait, voices. There were definitely at least two of them.

A door opened up behind you, nearly making you jump in your seat. The panic you had kept at bay up to this point hit you at full force, making it near impossible for you to keep your breathing even. You didn't want to show your fear, not wanting your captors to know just the state they had you in, but hiding your panic was impossible when a hand grabbed hold of your chin, tugging your face upwards and eliciting a gasp from you.

“It appears our sleeping beauty has finally woken up.” The voice sounded from directly in front of you, causing you to attempt and shrink back to create some distance. His grip on your chin was tight, however, keeping you locked in place as he tilted your face to each side to inspect it.

You were distinctly aware of how powerless you were at the moment, but did your best to not let the worse case scenarios run through your head. You couldn't afford to let them get in your mind any more than they were already.

“What the hell do you want from me?” You attempted to keep your voice even, but even you could hear the warble in it. Your head had cleared the earlier haze that had clouded it when you first awoke, but you were no closer to piecing together the events that had led you to this point. You had been at home, outside on the roof terrace and then… then what? There had been a man, right? Someone you hadn’t recognized and then a sharp sting at your neck before everything went dark.

“y/n m/n l/n.” There was another man behind you, running through your full name with ease as he paced behind you, only serving to tell you your kidnapping hadn't been random. “Age: 22. Birthday: October 29th..."

You struggled to keep the shiver that racked your body as he continued to rattle off random facts about you, furthering your theory you were here for a reason. Just what that reasoning was, however, you weren't sure. Had one of your recent night trips to Arachnis with Fi angered someone?

"But, most importantly, you're the one and only daughter of our lovely Commissioner Hex.” His footsteps came to a stop behind you, arms leaning against the back of your chair to bend down to your level. Fabric tickled the side of your face, signaling he was wearing some form of mask. “Which is really quite the surprise, wouldn’t you say? He certainly has never made mention of you before, now has he? And why would that be, hmm?”

“So, you know who I am,” you replied, trying to keep your fear at bay once you realized this had nothing to do with you and Fi but everything to do with your father. He must have finally crossed the line and pissed off the wrong person. “That doesn’t tell me why you tied me up or why you brought me here.”

“It’s rather simple, really.” It was the man behind you who replied, fingers twirling the strands of your hair. “Your father has been a pain in our ass ever since he was elected and sadly, no matter how nicely we’ve asked him in the past, he doesn’t seem very keen on acknowledging just who runs this city.”

“That’s where you come in, princess.” The man in front of you continued, fingers tightening against your chin. “I’m sure daddy will be a lot more willing to listen once he realizes it’s not just his ass on the line anymore.”

“So, smile for the camera, sweetheart.” The man from behind leaned further down, fabric rubbing against the side of your face as he shoved it next to yours. “We’re about to have so much fun together.”

#ateez #ateez x reader #wip #yandere ateez #ot8 x reader

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messxworld · 2 years

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Crowded Subway - TR Men

Summary: Headcannons of Tokyo Revengers Men being with you in a crowded subway.

Warnings: Fem!Reader, crowded subways, some creeps, fluff but still little bit flirty, small kisses, Rin being my no. 1 mean bf trope, Kakucho being a lovey boy. Me having a thing for calling Kokonoi “Mr Money Maker” and “Mr Koko”. Some violence, cursing, I finished this not too long ago (made this in like 2hrs?), no proofread and also I put this out before the big ass angst shit I have. If I missed something pls let me know!

Mess Notes: Here I come with a new headcannon! I hope you like it, this came into my head due some experiences I’ve seen on the subway. Also things I want to happen to me in the nasty crowded subway hours.

Rin Haitani

It was a Wednesday in the evening, Rindou decided to pick you up from your painting classes because both of you have a date and the subway it was a good choice to get both of you to your destination.

For him it was very uncomfortable because anybody could make him some space like he’s used to in the streets of Roppongi.

As the mean bf he is, always will use his attitude. He’s so shy to ask you to hold onto him, kiss him or to pay attention to him without using degrading words.

Rin would stand behind you, wearing his murderer-like expression while holding your waist. If somebody tries to get closer to his baby is over for them.

Only soften ups a little bit when you turn around to kiss his cheek.

If somebody tries to touch you is their death end. He’ll push them and destroy their whole being on that “small” push or smack of their hands/head.

“Get the fuck out of our sight before I break all your joints”

“Hold onto me, I don’t want anybody to think I’m dating a walking chaos”.

“Are you blind? Aren’t you seeing that my girl is trying to get out?” Rindou spats furiously to the male that pushed you, making you trip and almost fall if Rin wasn’t there to hold you “You better keep an eye open, Motherfucker” the male shivers in fear while Rindou gets closer to him and grabs him by the collar “Apologize to her, NOW and after that I’ll beat you for every wrinkle you made on her pretty dress. Got it?” The male nods while he cries for help but as always, anybody will interfere.

Kokonoi Hajime

Mr. Money Maker rarely uses the subway but he went with you because you wanted to go to Shibuya to buy some stuffs with him and have a shopping therapy together.

His eyes glow whenever you get closer to him just to joke about some idiot trying to get your attention.

Kisses you on the forehead just to mark his territory and definitely will talk to you about just getting a damn car/motorcycle so both of you can stop using the subway.

Always has a hand placed on your waist, holding you. Mr. Koko loves to hold you in place whenever there’s people admiring his pretty baby.

He’s chill with you because you have his heart, Pretty boy is

Keeps observing the area, never lets anybody get close to you unless they’re part of your friends or is Inupi. Koko would never let somebody touch you, even if that means he’ll have to walk behind you at every stances.

“They do be enchanted by you, I don’t judge them. You’re a walking treasure”

“This dude is insane, I’d never lay a finger on the walls of the subway if I was wearing that Dior jacket”.

“Just kiss me on the lips, I’d would help me to survive this mess”.

“Just wear my jacket, the day is colder” Kokonoi says after he places his jacket on your shoulders. “Yes, I will. Thanks Koko” You nod lovingly at him before placing a kiss on his cheek and decide take the lead and start walking out of the subway. His jacket proudly showed on your shoulders, making a group of youngsters look at you stunned while Kokonoi just glares at them, walking right beside you. “Don’t worry. We won’t be disturbed today” He lets you know and you only can giggle because everybody better know not to mess with one of the Kanto Manji’s executives or his girl, the road being easier for you to walk as Kokonoi walks by your side, holding your hand.

Kakucho Hitto

Kakucho is more comfortable when it comes to be in the subway. Still, he’s very alert of his surroundings because you decided to wear an skirt today.

Kakucho will put you into the nearest corner and stand in front of you. Not letting anybody have a glance of your legs or skirt, he doesn’t want anybody to try to record you without your consent.

This Babyboy will soft once you place your hand on his scar, he’ll melt on the place. He’s lovedrunk for you.

Looks at you with gleam in his eyes, has a hand above you on the wall and the other is holding your hand.

Places some kisses in your knuckles whenever you get uncomfortable from the creepy man. He’ll deal with them later on.

“I’m looking at you now… Yes, it’s really crowded for a Saturday”

“You look so pretty today” He says after he places some small kisses on your knuckles.

“Nobody will approach you, I’m here for a reason”

“Walk in front of me, I don’t want any of these creeps touching you” Kakucho states before walking out of the subway, both of you arriving at your destination. People make the way for you, everybody staring at him in fear because is not a secret that a Heavenly King is there, every male that tried to approach you was shivering in fear as your boyfriend walked behind you “Look Kaku! Close of here there’s a mochi store, let’s go!” you exclaim while turning around just to see his face, he just lets an small smile creep on his face while you take his hand, happily moving forward to the exit of the station. Never realizing that people were letting both of you pass without any problems.

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pettyprocrastination · 1 year

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Hi!! How are you?

I would also love to hear/read more about Tess x Joel x reader!! ❤️❤️

im great!! I hope you are doing well too darling <3

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For the longest time, you think Tess and Joel are married. It's an honest mistake, really. Seeing the way they work together like a well-oiled machine and have done so for years leads you to think there's more to their relationship.

Which there is. But neither of them will admit it.

Tess is easier to talk to. Not to say she isn't scary as well because christ, you know the things she's capable of and make sure to never short her on a trade or a cut of the profits, but its different. She speaks. Even as she's looking over the haul from your last run to make sure you aren't skimping her out, she talks to you. Little jokes injected into every few sentences while looking over stock, the occasional remark in awe of "you were able to find this?" that filled you with pride each time in that raspy voice that kept you up at night.

Joel is silent.

He sits in the room and watches. Rarely uttering a word unless its to shoot down an idea for your next run because "FEDRA is getting antsy, unless you want to be on the execution list tomorrow I suggest you wait a few days." or to raise his nose at the oddities you've collected.

Like a proper guard dog, he watches and waits for a command.

The first time you speak to him alone, without Tess, is when it happens.

You had just told him that you were planning another run for tomorrow after making connections with another smuggler who wanted to meet. But the location was at least a two days walk from the QZ.

"You can't possibly be that stupid."

"Excuse me?"

His eyes narrow and he leans in. On instinct you shrink back and curse at yourself for doing so.

"You plan on meetin' somebody you've never worked with before and never seen in person, alone because of what? Blind trust?"

"Because of profit."

He snorts. "Yeah well somethin' tells me 'mutual profit' isn't what he has in mind. The answer is no." Your face grows hot under his criticism, his patronizing fucking voice and that stupid southern accent to the point where you grab at his shoulder when he turns away from you.

"I wasn't asking for permission, man. I was telling you. Just make sure that your wife knows I'm-"

There.

His head snaps back as if you had slapped him, staring at you with in shock before his eyes narrow into slits.

"What did you just say?"

His voice rumbles a low, warning timbre that makes your hands begins to shake despite your intentions of looking strong.

"I said-" the room suddenly feels smaller. Corners all too tight and the door too far for your liking because its hitting you know that youre alone with him and just how many times Tess has sent this man out to break some bones on her accord without a second word of it.

"I said." Your throat tightens and you force the words out. "I said to tell your wife-"

"She isn't my wife."

Oh.

"Oh!"

Joel shakes his head. His face scrunches up and shoulders pull in, you realize then that he isn't angry.

He's uncomfortable.

"Oh, I uh. Didn't know." The floorboards groan beneath you as you shift your weight from one foot to the other. "I just assumed that-"

"Well we aren't, alright?" He holds out a hand to stop your further explanation but it does nothing to hide the red tint creeping up his neck and ears. "She's just my-"

His voice fails him as he struggles to find the words to properly explain just what Tess is to him and him to her. The silence becomes all too consuming as he makes a vague gesture in the air. Flitting his fingers and waving his hand up and down in a way that perfectly encapsulates just how fucking complicated it is.

"I understand."

The situation has gone from terrifying to awkward so fast you could have laughed as you now try to soothe the nerves of the same man you worried was ten seconds away from snapping your wrist like a twig. "It's none of my business, really. Just-" You turn on your heel and cringe.

You'd rather him just break your wrist, honestly.

"Let Tess know when I'm leaving for the run, okay?"

"Push it back a week and we'll join you."

Your hands freezes, hovering over the doorknob and you look over your shoulder. Joel stands behind you, face in his hands.

"I'm sorry?"

He takes a deep breathe and looks at you with tired eyes. "If you can contact your man and get him to push the meeting by a week, Tess and I will go with you, alright? You need to have somebody there with you in case something happens."

He takes a step forward, broad shoulders boxing you in and he leans over and opens the door for you.

"Besides, you're the only one in the QZ who specializes in weird shit." Joel pulls back sighs. "Tess wants to keep the connection."

You don't bother hiding your smile from him.

"I prefer the term oddities." "Yeah? Well, I prefer the term headaches. Now fuck off so I can go talk to her."

Joel watches your form dash down the hall and disappear from his sight. He pinches the bridge of his nose and groans. His thoughts wander to you, then Tess.

Then you and Tess.

"Fuckin' moron."

#ask #asks #wild child tag #tess servopoulos x you #joel miller x tess x reader #tess servopoulos x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #joel miller x tess servopoulos x reader #this is unedited dogshit I apologize but!!! i needed to strike something out when I had the drive and energy for it which turns out to be-#at 10:40 pm with my doggie asleep on my bed kicking me

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oh-hell-help-me · 10 months

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Day 23: Brawl

Luigi made a mistake, he’s just not sure what.

Maybe it was the fact he sort of snuck into the throne room? Lovers or not (or are they boyfriends? They need to talk about that soon..), Luigi should have at least asked-

Maybe it was because of what he was doing? His eyes aren’t exactly easy to miss in the low light, and he has startled Clawthorne when he first got stuck in the wall…

Or maybe that’s the thing- that he’s wrong, and the world wants to rectify that.

He desperately wants it to not be true, but…

Did it matter when everything ends up hurting?

The blinding white light, combined with something twisting painful wrong- it’s hard to thinkmakeitstopMAKEITSTOP-

RRRRAAAAAAWWWWWRRRRRR!

CRUNCH!

It- stopped?

Luigi tries to uncurl, but everything ached, and he is unsure if he even has ‘arms’ and ‘legs’ to untangle, or if he’s now just… a pile.

At least he’s able to look up-

Oh.

Oh, merda.

It didn’t matter if Luigi was still somewhat paralyzed.

It didn’t matter that his questionably present ears are ringing.

Not when Bowser looks to be seconds away from reducing the Shy Guys to ashes-

He’s not thinking- not when he feels the visible heat wave coming from Bowser’s maw- not when those cogliones are not running away-

And the next thing he knew, he was grabbing -enveloping, pulling whatever- Bowser's neckshouldersanything to redirect the flames- he doesn't KNOW if they're innocent or misguided or desperate or plain stupid, Luigi refuses to simply stand there without answers-

He is able to look back at the trembling scientists, feeling panic and frustration boil inside him as they kept standing there-

"RUN, stupidi idioti!"

He tries not to notice how his voice sounds.

They at least get the message, or their flight response FINALLY kicked in, as they bolt towards the main doors-

He feels the sudden jerk of Bowser trying to chase them, seeing his eyes -hiseyeshiseyesarepurewhitewhat- follow them and he NEEDS to grab his attention-

In a pure move of panic, Luigi does the one thing he thought he'd never do-

He headbutts him.

Honestly, 0/10 would not recommend it because OW, and Bowser is not the least bit fazed.

But he does turn towards Luigi.

And quickly tries to bite him.

"CAZZO!" And Luigi doesn't mean to curse, but did Bowser really just try to BITE him?! "B-Bowser, SnAp OuT oF iT!"

But he doesn't seem to listen, and tries again- and nearly takes a bite out of the equivalent of Luigi's shoulder. He's also struggling, but Luigi('s bodymasswhatisit) is enough to prevent him from moving far.

A bang and distant yelling tells him the scientists got out.

He lets go-

and immediately regrets it when he gets a swipe to his face.

He knows he's lucky- the swipe should have physically taken out an eye- maybe even disfigured his jaw had he still been... but honestly?

The pain made it easier to do a sucker punch that hurt in more ways than it should.

And Bowser STILL isn't responding, in fact, he staggers towards the- him, just him- rearing back-

And headbutting him, only with -sharppainfulpaINPAINPAIN- horns that honestly catches him off guard- enough for Bowser to make a grapple with his form.

Luigi's aware of the MANY feet stomping towards the throne room, and he is feeling a sense of dread, panic, whataretheydoingitsdangerous-

He has to end this.

The Koopa digs his claws into Luigi's middle, and it hurts-

He needs-

The claws pull-

-a chance-

He lets himself be pulled -he doesn't want to know what happens if he's torn apart- aims-

(Weeks ago, he didn't think reading a Koopa Biology book would amount to anything, or be possibly used, but-)

And hits his under-chin, knocking his head straight back-

The Koopa goes down.

Luigi looks up.

And there are hundreds of eyes staring at his enlarged form with expressions that he doesn't want to interpret.

"Um..." Luigi felt those stares burn in a way he wishes they wouldn't. "Help him... please?"

#bowuigi #KAIJUNE Prompt #HAPPY PRIDE MONTH #also #google translate #and brief indecision to actually do a brawl #research about strobe lights making animals go blind and angry #also a site to 'safely' knockout someone

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sankatsuka · 6 months

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Tenma Siblings Discussion - How Saki Feels About Tsukasa, A Seflessness that Makes You Feel Undeserving

"But I'm not getting better at all... I'm ALWAYS troubling them, big brother, mom and everyone else...!"

Warnings:

Discusses JP dialogue from Smile of Dreamer, Hinamatsuri, Dazzling Lights, NSNF

HC territory as usual

HFD Tsukasa delusioner

I'm sorry but I was personally uncomfortable with what happened in Hinamatsuri, so this discussion helps justify Saki's behaviour. You may not like it if you thought Saki was entirely justified, sorry again!

In NSNF JP, I found the choice of wording interesting: first thinking about Tsukasa, then their mother, then delegating their father within the "and others".

From how she mentions him first, she seems to instinctively recognize Tsukasa as being the one most affected that she has to miss out. Moreso than their parents who are the ones logistically impacted, which probably shows their parents did a good job of not making her feel like a burden. This small detail and mention of Tsukasa in NSNF, as well as using the same flashback period as Dazzling Lights, implies Saki has always known how much Tsukasa focuses on her and how her wellbeing strongly affects him.

In NSNF, she's shown to be able to generally recall events, but not the strong emotions she experienced in them. So of course she can easily say 'Tsukasa has always cared for her', but it doesn't mean it is properly nailed in. She seemed to show a lack of awareness of this in Hinamatsuri, with how she never thought her forced smile would affect him to such an extent and how she only mentions Tsukasa's loneliness in passing. She also acts rather strangely in Hinamatsuri - she quickly snaps at her brother despite being very well aware of how he will always act in favour of her happiness. We see in unit story that Saki would never get angry at a loved one even if they hurt her (Honami), yet she doesn't think twice before getting angry at Tsukasa.

This is what leads me to HC that perhaps, her feelings towards the part she plays in Tsukasa's happiness are suppressed too. Because she can't just be "okay" to be happy on her own, she also would never be "okay" enough to not make her brother sad. It makes her happy to feel so valued, but with how she is, there's nothing she can do for him in return, not even just be happy and fine. Perhaps this is why she feels urged to have to smile even when she feels like crying from happiness, so she can give something back to her brother. Or even, maybe she cries because she can't do anything for him in return, yet he gives her so much and makes her feel so loved when she feels worthless. There's inevitably that feeling she doesn't deserve him, that perhaps she may even feel like he's going to leave her someday because she can't give anything to him.

You'd think that after being cared for so much, Saki would want to repay it twice as much now that she's able to. But she doesn't, and instead has him doing favours for her (buying her things). It's just easier and feels better to go about your day as if everything's always been normal that way instead of face all the pain from the past and try to make up for it. Plus, feelings in the past don't change that easily - just like how her self-hatred still stays strong enough for her to compose the powerful song in NSNF, her helplessness towards her brother won't just disappear. It instead manifests in turning a blind eye to it and simply continuing the way her past self has: just being carefree and happy and keeping up with trends, just like how she deals with her own self-hatred.

If Saki stops playing the role of the smiling sister, and instead goes all-out to do more for her brother, to return all the love he's shown her - it means having to face that helplessness and how she feels undeserving of Tsukasa's presence in her life. Not only will it make Saki feel less of a sister, it will further ruin their siblinghood when it was built upon such a one-sided foundation. She knows a normal brother isn't supposed to be this way (Smile of Dreamer side story), that everything Tsukasa has done till today truly makes Tsukasa the 'best brother in the world'. But the 'best' is all it will amount to, because thinking anymore beyond that will destroy their bond.

Before it was with the tattered Hina dolls, and now we see Tsukasa going the extra mile again to buy Saki the new Hina dolls. I don't want to think she's naive: it's obvious from first glance Tsukasa spent money to buy all those dolls for her, and she knows from all these years of growing up with him that her brother is always well-intentioned: he will always act for her happiness, Saki knows. But now she has more she has to return for him.

So Saki could have uncharacteristically lost her temper because Tsukasa's actions had exacerbated her suppressed feelings of helplessness towards him. She doesn't want to lose him if he keeps doing more than she can possibly return to him. Saki isn't the type to lose control over her emotions to the point of saying such hurtful things to someone she cares and loves - NSNF demonstrates this that she will keep things inside if she thinks it will hurt other people, even if it's painful. Such a habit doesn't easily die off. That's why this HC suggests that Tsukasa's actions may have triggered her somehow. In the first place, Tsukasa was throwing away something that Saki cherished as a way of appreciating his strong love for her - Tsukasa was belittling her own efforts to return everything he's done for her. If she already doesn't feel anything is enough, it's bound to be triggering.

Her suppressed helplessness and self-hatred does seem to lead her to act irrationally against her own will. She wants her loved ones to be happy, but she also has her own needs of companionship that she can't meet because of the way she was born. There's that contradiction that forces her to keep smiling and make jokes but also want to control others. She rags on herself for being born different, begs people not to leave her no matter what and expresses a desire for everyone to just disappear so she can finally have everything she wants: a world where she isn't left alone (/because no one is there) and everyone (/no one) is happy.

It may have been a budget issue, but the writers also made the choice not to have Tsukasa appear in NSNF Episode 7, despite how he's the one who gave Saki the belief that 'tomorrow will be fun', which is exactly what served as Saki's light in NSNF. And it's strong enough of a feeling that in Hinamatsuri's side story, Saki feels comforted seeing the light from his door at night, which reminds her she won't be alone in the hospital at this time of the year again, and that she can sleep soundly and safely think tomorrow will indeed be fun and not another day of being isolated. Yet he doesn't appear in NSNF to serve as one of the lights in her darkness.

Personally, it seems right to me that he doesn't appear in NSNF. It just feels out of place and ingenuine. I guess it's because I don't feel like any of Tsukasa's bonds feel real because of how he's lacking his own self so much. Saki's own feelings towards him, as I describe here, explain why it doesn't feel real: being too selfless and self-sacrificial makes it difficult for someone to love you back: instead, you become someone they feel they don't deserve. I honestly find it... sad, when it was something he worked so hard for as a child. It makes sense why Tsukasa believes he always makes Saki sad, when it can be possibly true with how he cares far too much about her that it troubles her.

#project sekai #saki tenma #tenma saki #tsukasa tenma #tenma tsukasa #tenma siblings

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meshlasolus · 2 years

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HoM: Order 66 PART III

Warnings: leaving a lot of the warnings the same as it all entails- angst in the beginning, middle, oh and a lot a the end. Angst with Padme, more mentions of pregnancy. Did i mention angst? I did? Well there’s more. Death, mentions of blood, violence, friends turning on friends. Anakin is a warning, literally, angst, Mentions of sickness and death… lots of death tbh

Summary: Anakin finds you and believed you to be dead, and it was his fault. Perhaps the dark side had taken more from him than it was giving.

A/n: it’s 3:21 am, if someone does not buy me a coffee i will die

also y'all if you like the story, maybe consider buying me a coffee :)

(Please buy me a coffee, i beg… i’m exhausted)

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Anakin didn’t have a shred of regret in him thus far, until you came back to the temple. It was then he realized the weight of all this. He may not be able to kill you, but he knew the clones would, and he was powerless to stop them, though his power had now tripled from what it had originally been. He was shaken after you ran from him, hopefully to an escape. Hopefully to where you would be taken care of until this was all over.

He had been thinking of you as he paced the halls, wondering if you’d made it out okay. He was beginning to feel eerie about all of this, the pressure put on him. If you weren’t able to look him in the eye and forgive him after this, he doubted Padme ever could, and then all of this would be for nothing. If he didn’t have her by his side, it was like she was dead to him. His mind raced with these thoughts, and as he came back around the corner by the Archives, he froze.

You’d been struck down, several blaster shots penetrated your body as you lay there on the ground, sprawled out over yourself in a way he knew could not be of comfort. You were motionless however, and Anakin knew it was because you were gone, lost to the cosmic force forever. He felt a deep pain rip across his chest, and he knelt down to see your face growing pale. This had just happened. The members of the 501st had been patrolling the grounds for hours, now, and he knew that this just happened. The scene was still fresh, and your blood had not yet turned cold. That meant you’d been here a while, probably helping others to escape before they would face the same fate.

You were always helping people, helping him. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. He’d told your friend to accompany you somewhere in the city, where you would be safe, but you came back for him. All of this, every little thing that happened was caused by him, and he had no choice but to take the blame for it. Once this was over, he was going to kill the chancellor. To exact revenge for making him do all these awful things just to get the power he wanted. There must have been an easier way, but Anakin was blinded at the time, unwilling to see the future effects, how he was feeling right now in this moment as he swept aside your hair from your face. Your eyes were shut peacefully, as though you were sleeping, and he wished it were so. He couldn’t feel your signature anymore, and knew that he probably wouldn’t be able to even if you were still alive. You would probably have blocked him out, never to be trusted again.

He wanted to sit there and cry, to mourn the loss of his best friend, and little sister. He’d always looked out for you, but today he failed. He wanted to grieve, but he couldn’t, the anger and the hatred that had consumed him was unwilling to let him feel those emotions right now, not when there was still work to be done. He hated what he had done, but he would still finish it, because it was too late for him. He was already condemned. Your death signified that. He have inadvertently killed the most gentle and kind Jedi in the galaxy, so how could he now redeem himself?

There were tears in his eyes, begging to fall, to run down his cheeks and absorb into the skin to let him feel his pain deeper, but they stayed within their confines, never spilling, and beginning to dry with each moment passed.

He noticed something had fallen out of your robes, a small necklace of some sort. Upon further inspection, he found the small kyber crystal pendant tied to the bottom of the leather string. It was blue, obviously not yours. Obi-Wan…

He hoped he never had to face him again, if not for the anger that was growing in his heart against his former master, then for the fact that he would never be able to explain, nor apologize for what he had done. You were Obi-Wan’s little one, his pride, his joy, his entire galaxy. The light of his path. He remembered what his master once said to him about you, the night that he’d confessed to Anakin how he truly felt for his younger padawan. She is the light incarnate. And he really believed it.

Anakin ripped the necklace from its place and tucked it into his belt, though he knew it wasn’t going to make him feel better, he wanted to take it with him, to have a small part of you. He was in shambles over this, and felt even more reckless now that you were gone. Obi-Wan made him promise to keep you safe while he was away, and though everything had changed drastically in that time, he had still planned on keeping that promise. He was meant to protect you, now he was partially your killer.

He wanted to take you body, to bury it somewhere of importance, or to give you the honor of a proper Jedi funeral. It’s what you deserved, but he knew it would never be allowed of him. The chancellor did not carry the same sympathies he did, and would deem it improper, and treasonous to now give any form of respect to the Jedi. Even a dead one.

He stood to his feet and walked away, prepared to leave to Mustafar, where the chancellor wanted him to end the lives of every separatist there was left. This was something he could do with a clear mind, because he’d been trying to do it for years, along with you and Obi-Wan. The war would end, at the cost of his sanity, and the lives of most everyone he knew, but it would end. He would use this newfound hatred, in and of himself over what happened to you, in order to destroy something you would have been perfectly fine with him destroying.

He looked back to you once he got to the end of the hallway, and as painful as it be, he forced himself to let a tear fall for you. After that, he was set back in his ways, his path to sure destruction.

When Obi-Wan had landed on Coruscant with Master Yoda, he wasn’t sure if he was prepared to see the damage done. Even walking up the steps of the temple was hard to take in, as the bodies of his friends and colleagues were splayed over the stairway and into the entrance. There were some clones awaiting their arrival, but they dealt with them swiftly and surely. Most of the clones were now stationed outside the capitol, where the emergency senate meeting was taking place. All the Jedi left in the temple were dead, no one had survived, not even the younglings. There was however, a scrape of blood on the floor, where an injured child or master may have gotten up and left undetected. It was a stretch, but perhaps there was hope.

Obi-Wan went into the archives and changed the outgoing signal to any remaining Jedi, telling them to keep hidden until the time was right. The time may never be right, and he realized that, but he refused to give up hope. He was stronger when he was optimistic, though sometimes it was hard. Especially when it concerned you. he hadn’t had contact with you in a long time, but having you just entered his mind, he wondered if you were close by. If you were safe. He valued you over any other in this universe, and though he knew it would do him good to stay calm, you weren’t going to leave his mind until he’d reached you. He extended his signature, just on the off chance that you were still here.

When you felt his presence, reaching to you, you took it, hoping that it would be enough for him to know you were alive. You were becoming dizzy and nauseous from within your hiding space, the darkness and tightness of the space was killing you. You wanted to leave, but knew there were probably still an abundance of clones, ready to finish you off should you show yourself.

Obi-Wan could feel the closeness of you, and Master Yoda wondered what he was dwelling on for so long, in a state of meditation.

“Reaching out, I assume you are,” he was trying to tap into the connection, but it seemed whoever Kenobi was in tune with, there was no room for outsiders. It seemed to be a private and previously established connection. “But who?”

“My padawan, she’s still alive, but she’s hurt,” he winced at his own words, and the more he synced himself with you, he began to feel immense pain. “She’s hiding nearby.”

“Know where she is, do you?”

Obi-Wan opened his eyes and looked to Yoda, his expression was something that hurt to behold.

“Yes,” Master Kenobi began to head to the back of the archives, to a place he had not long forgotten, where he thought he may find you.

You were not in such good condition anymore, as you hadn’t been since getting shot repeatedly. The shots you received were lucky if you were being honest. If you’d been shot in the chest, you’d still be laying on that floor in the grand hall.

Your ears perked at the sound of rapid footsteps approaching, and your heart began racing like it was the end. Perhaps it was, maybe they had found your secret hiding space and were here to kill you once and for all. There were so many times in your life that you almost died, so many close calls. It all began with the time you sacrificed yourself for Obi-Wan, when Count Dooku set the trap. He had intended to kill you, but never got the chance. You were a good cheater when it came to death, but cheaters never win, not in the end.

You were going to use the last of your energy to fight, to give it everything you had before falling. You knew you would, you were too weak to go on.

When the steps became so close you could feel the ground vibrate with them, you readied yourself, taking deep breaths and raising a hand in front of you. The vent panel, as old as it was, could still slide open quickly, and it did, revealing you to the opposing forces on the other side. Without taking a second glance, you threw your opponent into the wall behind him, falling out of the vent shaft and onto your hands and knees, which eventually gave out as you crumbled to the ground.

Obi-Wan was shocked by what had happened, but didn’t dwell on it, as you laying on the ground with three blaster shots in your body was where his immediate focus traveled to. You had a bloody lip, and your eyebrow had a gash in it, where a scar would probably form later on.

“Obi?” Your eyes were closing, and your voice wasn’t even as loud as a whisper.

“Little one,” he panicked, watching the color drain from your face, though you were already pale as snow. The cauterized blaster shots were beginning to break open, and you your bleeding on his hands. You were dying, and he wasn’t ready to face that tragedy, not with everything that’s happened. “Stay with me, please.”

“To Senator Organa’s ship, we must take her, if alive she is to stay.”

Yoda’s words were fuzzy when they reached him, but he understood it was your only chance, so once he processed it, he was scooping you up into his arms, following the Grand master through the temple until again they were outside. Passing by the bodies made Obi-Wan think about the horrors you must have seen to survive this. It was horrific, something from nightmares.

There was a speeder waiting once they descended the steps again, -rather quickly considering he was carrying you- with one of Organa’s advisors. It was the one they arrived in, but Yoda didn’t plan on leaving so soon. He knew that in order to put a stop to whatever was happening, they would need to investigate. Enough at least to find out the true cause of this.

Obi-Wan loaded you in the back the best he could before trying to board alongside you, thought it would be difficult, without disturbing you. One wrong move could cause you to lose an abundance of blood, and he was reminded of another time when he was put in this exact same position, the day he realized he could not live without you. That had been his driving force then, and it would remain his driving force now.

“Done, we are not. Stay to find answers, we will,” Yoda interrupted Obi-Wan’s haste, and the man looked at him with disbelief.

“I can’t. She could die, and I need to be with her,” he was all but about to continue his efforts of climbing into the speeder before Yoda stopped him yet again. This was very out off character for Kenobi, but of course, he was always very crucial about things when it came to his padawan. He always had been.

“If her time, this is,” Yoda hobbled up to be next to him, looking over you before regaining Obi-Wan’s attention. “Then let go of her, you must.”

“I can’t lose her,” Obi-Wan became more aggressive, and it was now that Yoda put the pieces together, immediately recognizing the attachment the council feared resided for years. It had been there all along, though it had grown far deeper than they had previously worried for.

“See your attachment, I do,” Yoda nodded to him, but did not give him the compliance that he could yet leave. “Made you to fear loss, it has.”

Obi-Wan realized it only now, but he had glassy eyes, becoming blurry to his vision the longer he let the tears pile up. He blinked once, letting them fall freely and revealing to Yoda yet another piece of this puzzle. Obi-Wan loved you. Not like a Master should care for his padawan, but real love, true and deep, and unending for eternity.

“I won’t let her go, she needs me,” his soft trembling words were not anything he ever thought he’d say to Master Yoda, someone he’d known since he was a boy, and had grown to know ever since. He was the epitome of what the Jedi stood for. He was strong and wise, and powerful with the force, never straying from the light, or the rules that bonded him to the order. He knew that since all cards were out on the table, that perhaps he should let just one more being in on your secret. It couldn’t hurt to try… “She’s pregnant.”

Yoda’s look of surprised rivaled pure astonishment. He couldn’t believe that someone he’d known all this time, who sat beside him on the council and fought alongside him could have hidden such a secret from him. He was sure that by any others this could be seen as wildly inappropriate, and would seem as though Obi-Wan took advantage of you, but knowing you, it wasn’t likely. Obi-Wan would have never been the one to start this, it must have been you. You were wild and reckless and though a good Jedi in most aspects, you didn’t seem to agree with the rules of the order.

“If to survive, she and her offspring are, send her for help, you must.”

“She’ll be alone,” Obi-Wan was uneasy about this, but the more he though about it, he was only going to slow the process down, as he was doing right now.

“But safe and taken care of, she will be,” Yoda signaled the advisor who was piloting the speeder to go, and he did, without giving Obi-Wan another chance at going with you. He had to have faith that you would be alright, you and his child. He doubted that would be the case, but he couldn’t think like that. If he began to lose hope that things would get better then they definitely would not. “Much to discover about this tragedy, there still is.”

Yoda lead him back into the temple, where again his heart would be ripped out of his chest, and crushed. He would soon find the security holograms of Anakin’s siege over the temple, and when he did, he would begin his descend into a sadness for his brother, who would forever be lost to him.

Mustafar was full of red light, by the molten lava that flowed through the planet’s many falls and cavernous grounds. It was a horrible and miserable place, meant for the evils of what was to come of it. The chancellor, nay, emperor, had already made plans to make base here, to run Darth Vader’s dealings for the new empire. Anakin didn’t like how it sounded, but he was becoming more accustomed to Palpatine’s plans as it were. He was angry at Obi-Wan, for as far as he knew, his former Master had visited with his lovely wife the senator, and that was the reason why he saw her ship coming to land on the pad beside the base. He knew that she was probably here to confront him on what she had been told was true, and it was.

When she ran out of the aircraft, his first instinct had been to wrap her up in his arms, to keep her close so that she could not escape him, even if she chose to. He was doing this for her, to keep her and his child alive. Little did he know about yours and Obi-Wan’s, which was surely dead by now.

It was when she began spewing out all the things he had done, and reprimanded him for it that he let the darkness wash over him again. He couldn’t even control himself from harming her, now, as he used the force to wrap pressure around he throat. It had even come to this, the love of his life about to die by his hand. He had never been prepared for the side effects of the darkside, but since his mind wass clouded by it, he knew no better anymore.

Looking up to Obi-Wan at the top of the ship ramp, he scowled in anger.

“Let her go, Anakin,” he descended the ramp, ready to fight the boy he once knew. That boy was gone, and there was little chance of him coming back.

“You turned her against me,” he jeered, his pain and anger showing through at once. Funny, how the darkness compelled away the other feelings but allowed him to keep the pain, expressionless.

“You have done that yourself.”

Anakin looked at Padme, where she lay unconscious and in complete disarray, likely injured and now bruised. He continued to hurt the people he loves, and he couldn’t even help it anymore. That was the saddest thing of all, because one day he would wake up and have no one, and it would be his doing.

“You will not take her from me!” He shouted, ready to engage his old master, even from where he stood across the tarmac.

“Your anger and lust for power have already done that,” Obi-Wan discarded his cloak, letting it fall to the ground as he obtained his saber in hand, ready to end this if there was no other way to stop him but. He didn’t want to kill Anakin, but he came to terms with the fact that this was not Anakin. This was not the boy he trained, the one who laughed at ungodly hours of the morning along with you, accidentally waking him up before the early mornings. This was not the boy who tripped over his doorway every night before bed, thumping against the wall to stablize himself. At last, this was not the boy he promised to train, to do good by his master and to raise into the chosen one among the Jedi. This was a Sith Lord, clear as day. “You’ve allowed this Dark Lord to twist your mind until now… until you have become the very thing you swore to destroy.”

They circled each other, trying to decide their strategies before hand. Obi-Wan had taught him well, but Anakin had never beat him before. His new power, now, however… that was a different story. The field had been leveled, and it could go either way.

“Don’t lecture me, Obi-Wan. I see through the lies of the Jedi; I do not fear the dark side as you do,” even his voice was different. It was so much harsher and violent than his usual soft and compassionate tone. Though it could change when he became upset, it had never reached this level of intensity. “I have brought peace, justice, freedom, and security to my new empire.”

“Your new empire?” Obi-Wan almost pitied him, because he honestly believed he had any say in this mess. He couldn’t see that the Emperor was using him as a puppet, pulling the strings before he would inevitably cut them.

“Don’t make me kill you…”

“Anakin, my allegiance is to the republic, to democracy!”

If you were here, things would be different, both of them knew it… but as far as Anakin knew, you were dead, and you he would never see you again.

“If you’re not with me, then you’re my enemy,” Anakin was ready to fight, but with you on his mind, there was one more thing he needed to do. Even though he was going to try and kill Obi-Wan he would make peace with himself before he did.

“Only a Sith deals in absolutes, I will do what I must.”

Anakin watched Obi-Wan ignite his saber, but before doing the same with his own, he dug into the pouch of his belt, reaching in then casting his arm out, throwing at Obi-Wan’s feet the pendant he stripped from your neck at the temple. It was then that Kenobi was broken. Anakin had been the one to try and kill you… Though there were shots of a blaster in your body, he was there, and probably gave the order.

“Though you will choose not to believe me, there is one thing I regret in all of this,” Anakin said, his tone unchanging, and his expression the same.

“What have you done?” Obi-Wan’s furrowed eyebrows and trembling lip hit a nerve with Anakin. If he should be able to cause mass hysteria all over the galaxy, murdering his allies in order to keep his love, then why should Obi-Wan have to suffer by losing his? “She was pregnant, Anakin!”

If just for a second, Anakin was himself again, and felt overwhelmed. You were in Padme’s position, but you never even had a chance. You were probably scared and alone when you died, and knowing that your unborn child was going to die with you was probably agonizing.

Obi-Wan didn’t even think before he used the past tense ‘was’, and now that he had, it became real… your future that you both had planned out, was completely gone. Everything he’d ever wanted would now be lost at the hands of his former apprentice, but he would pay the price for it, not Anakin.

“What you have done cannot be undone, I fear there is no resolve left but to destroy the Sith.”

“You will try…”

Within an instant, sabers were clashing, and the battle had begun, the fight between good and evil which would determine the fate of the galaxy.

You woke up to bright lights, and though it was sudden, you scanned the room quickly. You were not in the temple, you were in an infirmary, republic made by the looks of it. Perhaps a diplomatic chip for long off-world journey. You were numb from the waist down, unable to move, or even feel the lower parts of your body.

You were alive, and given the two heartbeats on the monitor, so was the life inside you. You tried to find Obi-Wan, but he wasn’t in the room, surely he was the one who brought you here, wasn’t he?

Branching out your presence, you met a familiar one in the room beside you, Padme… but-

No. Oh no, this can’t be happening. She was dying.

Her life force was fading away, and you were unsure of how or why this was happening. She was perfectly fine when you left her, but since you never came back… Could this be your fault? Had she gone to look for you and Anakin?

The parts of your body that you could feel started to become numb, but now by any medication they were feeding you through the many tubes and wires connected to you… you had already felt the numb sting of loss in the last twenty four hours, and new it was coming again. This probably wouldn’t be the end, either. Whatever you had done in your life to deserve all this pain and suffering, you did not know, but the force around you kept giving you endless tests that were weakening your spirit, along with your body.

You called out for Obi-Wan, using your connection to simply put a few simple words into his head, but he heard them loud and clear, excusing himself to go find you.

When he entered the door, coming to sit by you, you sighed out. He looked worse for wear, and had little burn marks all over his robes.

“You’re awake,” he smiled softly, kissing the side of your head and keeping himself close to you. He had seen you when he first arrived, and you looked utterly dead, despite your vitals still continuing.

“Obi,” you weren’t even sure how to say it, but you needed to. “You need to go to Padme, I feel her, she’s dying.”

“I know,” he said with a scorn expression, dropping his face to the ground and wishing that it weren’t so. Only a day ago, everything had been fine, what the hell happened that now you were almost killed by you best friend, and his wife was dying unexpectedly. “They are prepping her for a procedure to save the children.”

“Children?” You twisted your face into a confused stare, and he moved to explain it to you.

“She’s been carrying twins.”

All this time, and you didn’t think to sense the life force of the child, knowing she was pregnant. You could have told her days ago, when none of this had happened. You were unsure how you had missed it every time.

“Go to her, Obi. She won’t last long,” you knew he wasn’t as in tune with her presence as you were, for you always felt everyone’s life force so deeply. Consulars are the force made living, and you were no exception. You were crying at this point, and there was no way to soothe you. He nodded to your words, and stood up, reaching for your hand to squeeze it before he took his leave.

You began to sob to yourself when he left, loud and uncontrollable. No one was around to hear it anymore, so you saw no need in holding it back.

You could feel her pain, of losing her husband, of losing her life, and not being strong enough to keep going for her children. She wanted to, but an unforeseen force was drawing her life away, and it could not be stopped.

You waited, and waited, the process of her birth taking more time than usual, because she did not have the strength to push as she should. It was a horrid labour, and when it was over, you felt an immense peace, but only for a second, as right after that, the smallest bit of spirit she had been hanging onto, let her for good.

Padme, the former Queen of Naboo, and Senator of the galactic republic, had painfully succumbed to death.

You screamed out in pain, and this time, a medical aid, as well as a droid came rushing into your room to see what the problem was.

You monitors were going crazy, and as they tried to stabilize you, it seemed the problems that were quickly stemming from your physical form were being caused by your mental state. They gave you a sedative, lowering an oxygen mask over your face to keep you breathing properly until they could figure out what was wrong. The two heartbeats shown on the screen were fluctuating by the minute, raising and lowering against the other, as if taking turns trying to find a steady rhythm, but failing.

The droid stayed to help you, and the aid left to find Kenobi, who had warned him to come and retrieve him should anything change with you.

Obi-Wan didn’t like what he saw when he rushed back into the room, as you were again unconscious, and there was a mask on your face. The loud beeping coming from beside him made him fear the worst, and he ran to your other side, trying to feel you through the force, and find your signature. He held onto it tightly, as if keeping it from leaving you, though it wasn’t really trying, there was something wrong.

“What’s happened?!”

The droid was able to even the monitor, but he didn’t know how long it would last. His programming told him that the situation was impossible, but it was happening sure enough.

“It appears her emotional stress has affected her body’s ability to support the fetus. It’s causing her to miscarry,” the words were Obi-Wan’s detriment, but he listened on, as the droid had more to say. “Though it should be impossible, the fetus seems to be… fighting back. It’s drawing her life force to try and survive, but if it succeeds, they will both die within the next few minutes.”

He didn’t know what to do… what could he do? He didn’t want to lose either of you, but what choices did he have?

“What can be done to save her?” He questioned, awaiting impatiently for the droid to answer him.

“If we terminate the fetus, now, she will recover.”

It was killing you, he told himself. It wasn’t going to live either way, but you could still be saved, and you could recover. There may be down the road another opportunity, however small, for another child to enter your lives, but this one was going to take you away from him and he couldn’t let it. It had been three years, seven months, and eighteen days since he realized he loved you, and could not live without you. It was then he decided he was always going to make the choices that would save you, even if you didn’t like it. He was always going to do whatever was necessary to keep you alive and by his side… if he didn’t, he would be in pain and misery for the rest of his short life, which would end far sooner without you in it.

“Do what you must,” he said, closing his eyes in defeat. He was depressed beyond measure, as he sat down in the chair and held your hand, keeping his fore head against the side of yours to keep him in even a semblance of calm while they continued with the procedure.

Though it sounded rather grim, he was so thankful that a procedure like this existed, that he may keep his little one, that she may live a long life by his side and in his heart.

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I know about a lot of your WIPs, obviously, but for the WIP titles game, tell me about The Song you Sing in the Shadows because I don't think I know that one?

You might know it without realizing you know it LOL, although I haven't talked about it in some time. This was what I tentatively titled my Vampire!Reggie fic, which was basically... The boys died from vamps instead of hot dogs, Reggie got turned instead of killed, has to spend the next 25 years adjusting and trying to forget his best friends. When Julie finds their old demo album and accidentally summons Luke and Alex as ghosts, Reggie is not prepared. I still go back and poke at this one sometimes, but it turned into something really daunting and kind of got backburnered. (I also started a different vampire Reggie fics in the meantime, wondering if I should just scrap this one as Too Much, but in the end, I couldn't do it, so I keep hoping I'll go back and really give it the time and attention it deserves one of these days!) snippet:

He hears the approaching footsteps, the sound of a steady heartbeat, like something out of a dream. It drags him out of the darkness he's trying to drown himself in, makes the torrent of tears slow, then stop. Reggie has the half-hearted idea that he should move, he should run, because anybody who finds him like this is going to think he's homeless or dangerous (he guesses maybe he's both, now), but he doesn't want to move.

Let them come, he thinks. What's the worst they can do?

"Reggie?" he hears, and it startles him enough that he looks up, blinks through wavery vision to see the young woman coming towards him until she's close enough to kneel beside him. "It's Reggie, right? Your name?" Her voice is soft. Accented. He recognizes it, but it takes him a long, addled moment to place her.

"Rose?"

"Dios mío," she breathes. "I heard what happened to your friends, but you weren't with them when the ambulance came, everyone said it was just two from the band, and I feared… So I came looking." She places a hand on his arm. He blinks down at it, confused, thoughts moving too slow for whatever is happening right now. "Come, we need to leave the streets. I can help you."

Reggie doesn't know how anyone can help him now, but she's been the single bright spot since this nightmare began and at this point, he thinks he'd be willing to follow her anywhere, if only to have some sort of direction.

"I can hear your heartbeat," he tells her, very quietly, as they walk.

There is the slightest hitch in her step, something Reggie isn't even sure he would have noticed if his senses weren't dialed up as much as they are. It's easier to focus on her movements than the blinding streetlights or the blazing club signs or the cars…so many cars and they're all so loud. "I know," Rose finally says.

Reggie stares at her, the clench of her jaw and the tightness around her eyes and the purposeful way she's walking. But it's her heartbeat he notes above all, the way it remains entirely steady. "Why aren't you scared?" Because he's still oscillating between numb and terrified out of his mind, and it might be nice to have some company there.

She darts a glance at him, frowning. "You're not hungry yet, are you?"

Hungry. God, in all the time since he woke up and realized what happened, what had been done to him, he somehow never stopped to consider the connotations hungry would have for him now.

"No…not really." The street dog dinner he'd been looking forward to feels a million years away from this moment, and the only thing he's feeling in his stomach is gut-roiling nausea.

"Then I've got nothing to fear," Rose says.

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1024UB CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE: BUSTED...

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The next morning when Gyuri woke up, she went to the bathroom to get the sleep out of her eyes, only to look in the mirror and see her torso had a line of dark purple marks trailing across her body diagonally. At least the marks were only on her stomach because that was definitely easier to hide than her neck. There was a singular mark on her neck and another one on her collarbone, which she honestly didn’t mind especially because she knew that no one in the group knew about her and San, so if they asked her about it, she could just say she got lucky the night before. Yet, she still wanted to yell at him because now she had to put in a little more effort to her appearance if she wanted to go out that day. She wrapped herself up in her bathrobe and exited her bathroom.

“Hey,” she started when she walked back into her room. “What the fuck is this?”

“What?” San, who was still waking up himself, looked at her with groggy eyes. “Is that a bug bite?”

“Yeah, and the fucking bug’s name is Choi San.”

“Wait, I did that? I thought it’d be a lot darker than that,” he held his hand out for her to take. When she put her hand in his, he pulled her towards him. Gyuri felt her heart beat just a little faster when he did that even though she knew he only did that so he could inspect the mark a little more closely, and when his fingers traced over the mark with a feather touch, she felt blood rush to her face. However, when she felt his lips on that mark, she immediately ripped her hand out of his grip and hit his arm. “Don’t make it worse!”

“I really wanted it to be darker, though,” he pouted.

“Be glad it’s light. I’m not going to cover it up.”

“Really?”

In that moment, it was as if San turned into an excited puppy. Gyuri felt like she could almost see his hypothetical tail wagging. Her hand automatically reached out to pet his head, but instead he took that opportunity to pull her back into bed and hug her, his arms around her waist. “Do you have a thing for my waist or something?”

“No? Not really, why?”

“Well, considering that you also did this,” Gyuri leaned back and opened her robe slightly to show him the trail of dark purple marks along her waist.

“Oh, that’s where they went,” San laughed. “I’m happy with that.”

Gyuri really couldn’t get annoyed at his face— he had such a genuine smile on his face that made her mind go blank. She felt a small smile blossom onto her face after San’s chuckles died. He looked at her, his face the epitome of a question mark, and she kissed him lightly. A light blush immediately appeared on his face, and she could feel her face start to heat up as well. He pulled her in for a longer kiss, and although it was first thing in the morning, his kisses were still so, for lack of better words, yummy.

San got dressed and Gyuri walked him to the door. He opened the door and put one foot out the threshold before turning on his heel and hugging her. Gyuri felt her body start to get a little warmer as he brought his lips to hers to deliver a soft yet passionate goodbye kiss. Honestly, she wanted to melt in his arms at that moment, but she refrained— she was still beat from the night before, so she really just wanted to go back and take a nap.

“I’ll see you later,” he told her with a brilliant, blinding smile.

He actually left this time, Gyuri shutting the door behind him. She slowly started making her way back to her bedroom, only to hear the keypad beep and the door open. She turned, thinking it was San, and was about to ask him what happened, but instead she saw Iseul. Internal panic filled Gyuri— did she see San leave? She couldn’t have, right? Maybe if she acted nonchalant, Iseul wouldn’t think anything of what just happened.

“Hey, Iseul. Welcome home,” she greeted her roommate in her usual fashion, one hand on her waist and the other waving at her.

“What. The. Actual. Fuck,” Iseul stated slowly; nonchalant definitely didn’t work.

Iseul sat across from Gyuri at the dining table, her legs crossed over each other and her hands clasped together on the table. Gyuri felt like she were a little kid and had been called down to the principal’s office. Gyuri cleared her throat and tried to navigate the uncomfortable situation to the best of her ability while inside her braincells were on fire and scrambling.

“You’re back early!”

No reaction. Iseul was still delivering a stony silence.

“How was your trip…?”

Still silence.

“How’s the family…?”

Iseul still hadn’t uttered a single word, and Gyuri really couldn’t take the suspense anymore. “Iseul, please just… ask me something or yell at me or anything. The silence is killing me.”

Iseul’s hand moved from the table to cross over her chest. Gyuri nervously swallowed the saliva pooling in her mouth as she saw a dangerous glint in her roommate’s eyes.

“Who was that?”

“You know who…”

“Who. Was. That.” Iseul bit out.

“San…”

“What was San doing here this morning?”

Gyuri did not want to tell Iseul the truth. “He was helping me with my paper—”

“Hwang Gyuri, don’t you dare fucking lie to me! I want the truth! What the fuck was he doing here?!”

“He slept over the night before!”

“Why?!”

“Because we’re sleeping with each other!” She finally admitted honestly.

Iseul’s face froze and her eyes went wide. Gyuri could feel her hands and feet turn to stone. She might as well just go pick out a nice tombstone at that point because the look on Iseul’s face was going to kill her. The girl struggled for words, so Gyuri said, “Okay, let me explain, then you can ask all the questions you may have.”

Before she started, she grabbed the pitcher of filtered water and two glasses. She set them on the dining room table and took her seat. “So, one day San walked in on me cracking macadamia nuts because I was frustrated with myself and my crush on Seonghwa, and I ended up crying in front of San and telling him how I felt about Seonghwa, and then he told me that he had a crush on you but was too scared to say anything because we all thought you liked Yunho before he asked you out, so then he said we should be friends with benefits to help us cope with our feelings, and now that Seonghwa’s not part of the group and isn’t my best friend anymore, we’ve been seeing each other more frequently, so what you saw was… him leaving… the morning after…”

Iseul’s jaw must’ve been hurting because it was dropped the entire time Gyuri narrated the events leading up until that point in time. Gyuri poured a glass of water for Iseul and pushed the glass to her. With a shaking hand, Iseul picked up the glass and chugged the water. She slammed the glass on the table and said hoarsely, “Hit me again.”

Gyuri poured her more water, and after Iseul finished chugging that glass, she wiped her mouth and uttered, “Thanks…”

Sitting politely with her hands on her knees, Gyuri waited for Iseul’s next round of questions. She could hear the gears working in Iseul’s brain. A grimace found its way onto her face as she waited for the interrogation to start.

“First,” Iseul started. “You had a crush on Seonghwa?!”

“I thought you knew!”

“No?!”

“I could’ve swore I told you that day Hongjoong went to beat Seonghwa up!”

“No, bitch! You did not!”

“Oh…” Gyuri trailed off. “Well, now you know.”

“Okay, second: How’re you holding up?” Iseul moved onto her next question.

“I… What? Why?” Gyuri did not know how to answer that question.

“You had a crush on Seonghwa, so when he kicked you out of his life, you not only lost your best friend, but you lost the person you wanted to be with— and you lost him to a bitch like Bora! If I were you, I’d be a fucking mess.”

“I’m usually a fucking mess… but then San comes over… and…”

“Gross. Third: were you two fucking when he and I went on those dates?!”

“No! God, no! We stopped like a week before he confessed to you, and then we started again after your last date with him.”

“Thank God. I just needed to know for my own sanity,” Iseul breathed a sigh of relief.

“Don’t worry, I got you.”

“This is the last question I have for now, but what’s going on between you two right now? Like are you still coping, or is this a thing, or…?”

Gyuri blinked a couple times. She and San had discussed it the night before, but she still wasn’t entirely sure by what he meant when he said he wanted to be exclusive. Were they dating? Did they put labels on the relationship? Was it the same as before? “Well, we’re going to continue to keep our relationship a secret… I think…”

“You think?”

“I know that we want to be exclusive, but we don’t want the group to know…”

“Great job with that.”

“You weren’t supposed be home today!”

“Plans change my guy!”

“Then text me next time! It scared the shit out of me when you walked in this morning! How much did you even see, anyway?” Gyuri asked.

“I saw him about to leave, then turn around and kiss you, and then leave. He didn’t see me, which was the funniest part,” Iseul pondered out loud.

“No one else was outside, right?”

“Nope, just me.”

“Okay…” Gyuri let out a sigh she didn’t know she was holding. She sank into the dining room chair and covered her face with her palms. She could feel the tips of her ears start to heat up, and she really hoped that Iseul didn’t notice or say anything.

“That was a good kiss, by the way,” Iseul remarked.

“Fuck! Iseul, what the hell?!” Gyuri shrieked into her hands.

“Listen, it was hot! I wish someone would kiss me like that. Also, when he left, he had the cutest smile on his face. He’s whipped for you.”

Gyuri squealed into her hands. She couldn’t bring herself to look at Iseul— she was too embarrassed. They definitely needed to keep this relationship a secret, otherwise Gyuri was going to die of cardiac arrest. She finally uncovered her face, still unable to make eye contact with Iseul, and asked, “Now that you know everything, can I go to sleep? I’m exhausted.”

“Hehe, yeah you are,” Iseul laughed suggestively.

“You are so lucky I’m sore, otherwise I would have hit you.”

“Damn, you’re sore? Is he really that good?”

Gyuri’s face was burning up. She didn’t dare utter a word, so when she heard Iseul with that irritating laugh once more, she yelled, “Shut up! I’m so embarrassed!”

“Okay, okay. I’ll stop,” Iseul chuckled. “Go get some rest.”

Still not looking at her, Gyuri scrambled to her room. She closed her bedroom door and stood inside her room for a good two seconds before flinging her door back open and rushing over to the dining table where Iseul still was. She slammed her hands down on the table and declared loudly, “You absolutely, positively cannot tell a single soul about this!”

“Relax, I won’t.”

“No, you really have to keep your mouth shut! Please! The second you say something, everyone in the group will know!”

“My lips are sealed! Fret not!”

Gyuri locked eyes with Iseul— Iseul was being genuine. Warily, Gyuri stumbled back into her bedroom and went face first into her bed. She tried to go back to sleep, but her mind was reeling, and the number one thing on her mind was that she had to tell San what the fuck just happened.

PRIVATE MESSAGE: choosan

gyuday: hey uh gyuday: something bad happened choosan: ?? gyuday: iseul saw you leave the apt gyuday: she knows now choosan: oh fuck

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