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LY: Love You Better | JJK | Three
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Pair: Idol!Jungkook x Playmate!reader
Summary: Jungkook never wanted a playmate of his own before. While living a busy life, touring the world, being one of the top kpop idols alongside his Bangtan hyungs, he had everything he could possibly need. But now that responsibilities call and his brothers are starting to focus on their solo careers before eventually enlisting one by one, Jungkook feels lonely. Maybe hiring a companion to take care of his needs and fill in the empty space in his life isn’t such a bad idea anymore…
Chapter warnings: Make sure to keep some water on you because this is too damn sweet 
WC: 2.5K
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Whatever reservation Jungkook had about hiring a playmate or having you living in his house went down the drain the more the days passed. He realized soon enough that you really were as easy going as your first interview made you out to be, and you were extremely good at your job. 
To the point where Jungkook forgot you were doing a job most of the time. 
It’s been almost a week since you officially moved in with him and Bam, and it felt like you had always been there, that’s how well you matched with each other. Days by your side weren’t much different from Jungkook’s regular days, but his home and his life just felt so much fuller now. 
You’d go with him everywhere, which he liked. From late night runs to the seven eleven in the neighborhood, walks around the block with his dog, or even when he had to go into HYBE for meetings about his solo projects and schedules or to see one of his members. 
During the weekends you had days off, so you went to your own apartment and Jungkook dropped you off saturday morning and picked you back up on the following monday. You lived in a dorm building owned by your playmate agency, sharing the home with a roommate, explaining to him why you couldn’t exactly invite him in. 
But Jungkook wasn’t that clingy, he already had you five days out of seven, he could be without your presence on the weekends. 
“Yn? Are you coming?” Jungkook called you from the bottom of the stairs, zipping up his oversized windbreaker on top of his long sleeve shirt. 
“No, I’m not.” your arms were crossed to your chest as you pouted and practically stomped your way down the stairs. 
“Really?” he cocked his head to the side, raising an eyebrow as he looked you over. “Could have fooled me.” 
Today you were wearing black jeans ripped at the thighs, and a light gray sweater that almost swallowed you whole, hiding half of your hands in sweater paws. You were just too damn cute, even when you were scowling. 
Not only was Jungkook more and more comfortable around you as the days passed, his undeniable crush on you also grew exponentially, turning into full blown attraction faster than he anticipated. 
It wasn’t really his fault, if anything he blamed Hoseok hyung and Yuna noona for introducing the two of you. You were the personification of everything Jungkook wanted in a girl, as if you had been created in a lab to check every box and every request that he added to his written file. 
Jungkook had to remind himself that half of it probably wasn’t real, otherwise he’d be in big fucking trouble. 
“You are a mean man, Jungkookie.” you finished as you finally reached the bottom of the stairs, making him chuckle to himself at the use of his nickname. 
“Don’t pout now, he’ll be back soon.” he told you, reaching to cup your cheek and smooth the lines between your brows with his thumb. He felt the heat under his palm. “We can go get something to eat after we drop him off, if you’d like?” 
Your eyes twitched, then narrowed. “Bribing me with food won’t always work, I hope you know.” 
“Will it work this time?” Jungkook’s eyebrow raised once more. 
“Depends on what we’re having.” you challenged. 
“We can have whatever you want.” he offered, watching your fake scowl turn into a pretty smile.
“Okay, let’s go.” 
Jungkook shook his head at how easy it was for you to be bribed with food, something you both had in common. As you tied your sneakers after putting them on, Jungkook connected Bam’s leash to his collar, the poor dog had no idea you weren’t going on a walk, but he was being dropped off at the facility again. 
At least Bam really liked the place and its workers, always being really happy when arriving there; something Jungkook hoped would quiet your worries as you weren’t happy about sending his dog away. 
You and Bam also grew closer by the day, the dog liked your gentle nature and oftentimes fell asleep with his head on your lap as you gave him scratches. If Jungkook wished it was him instead, that was his business alone. 
“Let’s go, Bamie.” you called the puppy as you opened the front door, hoisting your small purse over your shoulder. “Come on, Jungkookie.” 
“I’m coming, I’m coming.” 
Jungkook was right behind you, taking his car keys from his pocket after locking his home. The beeping allerted you that his car was unlocked and you opened the backseat so that Bam could hop inside. The idol tried not to stare and you bent over to lock Bam’s safety belt, but the heavy sweater fell over your curves so nicely that he could perfectly see the outline of your waist and ass. 
Once you were both inside his vehicle and you put on your own seatbelt, you asked: 
“Now that Bamie won’t be riding with us anymore, can we have a go on your motorcycle sometime?” 
“Yeah, I can buy an extra helmet for you.” Jungkook easily agreed. 
“Oh, well, I don’t want to give you any trouble…” 
“It’s no trouble, doll.” he assured you, turning the car on and watching through the rearview mirror as the gate opened. “In fact, riding my bike with you is something I wanted to do for a while.” 
“Doll?” 
Jungkook’s heart dropped to his stomach as he realized the term of endearment he had for you in his head was actually spoken out loud. He looked to the side, to you, worried about what he might find in your face. 
You had a tiny smile on your glossed lips, eyes small like crescent moons. 
Instead of backtracking, Jungkook decided to not let things get awkward for once in his life. 
“Yeah, cause you’re tiny and cute.” he nodded, putting his car in reverse to get out of the garage. “Is that okay?” 
Your initial reply was the mix between a snort and a laugh. “Yeah, but I’m not tiny. You’re just big.” 
“You’re shorter than the other two girls your agency sent me.” his matter of factly tone made you snort again. 
“I didn’t read size kink on your files, Kook.” you pointed out and Jungkook couldn’t stop the flush to creep up his neck as he waited to make sure his gate was closed before driving off. 
“I didn’t put everything I’m into in those files.” 
“I thought as much.” you continued, looking at Jungkook’s profile as he drove, instead of looking at the views outside. After his questioning hum, you carried on: “I don’t know, your file felt a little vanilla.”
“And you don’t think I like vanilla?” the man’s brain was a second away from short circuiting as he didn’t think this subject would be the background of your drive. 
“Maybe I’m wrong.” you shrugged. “But looking like you do, I would expect something a little more wild.” 
“Wild?” Jungkook parroted, amused to say the least. “I don’t know, doll, I might disappoint you.” 
“You can’t say that while smirking!” you giggled, proof you were still staring at him. 
Telling you all of the things he was actually into was out of question, as he didn’t trust his own body to behave while he did so. For now, he turned the radio on and let you pick a radio station to listen to as he drove the familiar way to Bam’s training center. 
After dropping his puppy off, and after the many promises that he’d be back home soon, you finally told him what you wanted to eat: 
Convenience store ramen. 
Which led Jungkook to ask if you wanted to make some at a 24/7 ramen shop and eat it by the river. You agreed instantly, so he drove across town to one of his favorite spots. 
The shop was tiny and had no workers, so the two of you had complete freedom to put together your own ramen with a variety of toppings, flavors and brands to pick from. You added eggs, kimchi and green onions to yours, while Jungkook went for the traditional a little bit of everything. 
“Are you sure this is okay?” you were asking him as you crossed the street after leaving the ramen shop, passing the sidewalk to step onto the grass of the park at the bank of the Han. “Won’t people recognize you?” 
“Maybe, but it’s fine. Usually I’m able to blend in.” 
Groups of friends and couples were sitting scattered around the area, watching the sky darken as the sun was almost completely gone. Jungkook knew he had to be careful in certain settings, he’d never go to a mall, for instance, without his bodyguards, but this was okay. 
The weather was a little on the colder side, which meant not many people were out and about, and the shadows cast by the approaching night meant it would be a little harder for him to be recognized. 
Besides, now that his group was doing their own thing and living their lives, ARMY were pretty respectful and kept their distance most of the time. 
You picked a spot to sit in an area further away from the more rowdy college student groups, settling on the grass so you could enjoy your hot meals. 
“Are you from around here?” Jungkook was the first to break the silence, opening the foil lid on his ramen bowl. 
“No, my family lives a little up north, but it’s just an hour away.” you told him as you folded your legs in criss-cross. 
“Oh, then it’s not far at all.”
“Nope. It’s the only reason why my parents let me move out into the big city when I was nineteen.” you weren’t looking at him when you said it, unwrapping a pair of disposable chopsticks and giving it to Jungkook. “Wanted to be an actress, how clichê is that?” 
Jungkook could definitely see you being the lead love interest on a coming of age drama, you were definitely pretty enough for that. 
“How did you go from wanting to act to becoming a playmate?” Jungkook asked you while using his chopsticks to break his egg and mix it in with the noodles. 
“It’s not that different, if you think about it. Both involve playing a part.” you shrugged naturally, doing the same with your egg and blowing into the bowl as steam came out. “Being a playmate means I need to change parts of myself and pretend to be something I’m not in order to fit in with what my clients want.”
He could see that it made perfect sense. But your words still planted a little self-doubt seed deep in his heart, making him wonder if what you shared with him, who you were around him, was nothing but a crafted version of who he wanted you to be. 
“Must be tiring. Pretending to be something you’re not all the time.” his tone was slightly bitter, but he covered it with a long slurp of his food. At least he tried to.
“It is. Which is why I never say yes to living with someone that I’d need to change much about who I am.” you explained, looking directly at Jungkook, nothing but truth in your warm eyes. “I could never do it all the time.”
Jungkook’s own mouth got away from him at times, so he asked: “Is there anything that you show me that isn’t real?”
“Oh, yeah.” you nodded mid chew, swallowing before continuing: “I hate dogs.”
The boy laughed out loud at that, head falling back and almost choking on a piece of tofu. “Yeah right, you like Bam better than me.”
“Not completely true, I think you’re both equally cute and sweet.”
“Jesus, thanks, doll.” 
Jungkook was snorting, shaking his head and making his hair drape over his eyes. You giggled between slurps of your dinner, pushing him lightly with your elbow as you asked:
“What?!” 
“That’s exactly what a guy wants to hear from a girl he’s attracted to, that he’s cute and sweet.” he was well aware of the slight pout in his lips and the satoori on his whine. 
“What’s wrong with being cute and sweet?!” you giggled again, all high pitched and adorable. “Those are perfectly good adjectives!”
“Nah, nah, it’s fine.”
“Alright, what would you want me to call you?” you rolled your eyes while your lips were pulled up at the corners. 
“Fuck no, I’m not taking your pitty adjectives.” he denied, eyes squinted as he pushed his hair away from his face. Jungkook should really do something about his bangs soon. 
“Jungkook.”
You called, but he didn’t answer, stuffing his mouth with the delicious food. 
“Jungkookie.” 
You tried again, placing your half eaten dinner on the grass in front of you.
“Kookie.”
One more attempt, this time paired with your small hand reaching for his bicep –which he flexed, obviously–.
“Kook.” you sounded softer this time, almost hesitant, so he looked at you. 
“Mmhmm?”
“You’re not just cute and sweet.” you reasoned, hand very much holding onto his arm. “I also think you’re handsome. I like the way you smell. And your tattoos are really cool. Your muscles are hot.”
“Okay, thanks–” Jungkook let out a small laugh, face flushing as he clearly didn’t think it through, never knowing how to respond to compliments. 
“And I’m attracted to you, too.” 
The admittance came out so easily that air left Jungkook’s lungs, but it took him a while to drag some back in. He also didn’t know how to answer that, simply smiling into his bowl. 
You didn’t let the mood turn heavy, hand leaving his arm to pick up your own dinner again so you could finish it off. The two of you ate the rest of it in comfortable silence, occasionally pointing out cute dogs or funny children walking by. 
Once the ramens were done, you got up to throw the empty containers on a trashcan nearby, coming back to sit next to him again, slightly closer than before. 
“Do you want to go back home?” you asked, pulling your sleeves over your hands to keep the chill away. 
“I’m so full right now I might sleep behind the wheel.” Jungkook hid a yawn behind his hands and rubbed his eyes. “But if you’re too cold, we can.” 
With a giggle, you offered: “Want to take a little nap?” 
“That– sounds like a terrible idea.” 
“Oh, come on, just lay your head here.” you patted your thigh in invitation, dragging Jungkook’s eyes down. “Just for a few minutes, to avoid our impending deaths.” 
Jungkook wouldn’t actually fall asleep while driving, but he wouldn’t deny your offering either. The grass felt a little cold on his side as he laid down, but your leg felt warm under his cheek. As soon as he got comfortable, you started to run your gentle fingers through his hair, nails dragging against his scalp. 
It was so relaxing, and you were so careful not to pull on any strands that Jungkook could fall asleep for real. 
If only he could control his heart from going a little crazy in his chest and his mind didn’t run miles a minute with thoughts of you. 
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A/N: Can you tell what's coming next?? 🥵
Sorry about the taglist, Tumblr still isn't letting me tag people. If anyone knows why that could be, please let me know!
For nowwwwww, reblog to give Bam a treat! 🐶🍪
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Hi again! May I also please request some headcanons of what being married to various Star Wars characters is like?
Various Star Wars Characters Headcanons: What being Married to them is like.
Hi, of course you can! I'm sorry it took me so long to finish this, but hopefully it will be worth the wait. I'm going to get started on your other request as soon as I am able, and also, I didn't add Cal to this one given how lengthy it already is, but feel free to ask me to. Oh, one last thing, if anyone wants to request Wedding Day or Proposals Headcanons you absolutely can, I would have added them in this one, but as I've said, it's way too long. Enjoy!
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Obi-Wan Kenobi:
-I am absolutely convinced Obi-Wan would make the perfect husband, if his way of life didn't get as in the way as it does. Still, if he has decided to marry you, he surely has gotten over any conflicting feelings about breaking the code, and has made you and your marriage his absolute top priority. Obi-Wan is nothing if not a deeply committed man, and once he is pouring all of it on you, you can be certain he will fight to make your relationship work against each and every odd. 
-Obi-Wan is, most of all, a caring and attentive partner. He always makes the most of the time you spend together, and never makes you feel clingy or annoying if the separation ever gets to you. He never forgets your anniversaries or what and where your "firsts" together have been, and his gifts, while not necessarily expensive, are always super thought out.
-He is an amazing communicator with basically endless patience, fights with him are practically nonexistent, and even when they do happen he goes about it super rationally and never ever raises his voice. He would bend himself backwards for your happiness and safety and he always pays attention to make sure you are 100% comfortable with him, and with coming to him about any issues or feelings you might have.
-Obi-Wan proposed to you with the intention of letting you know just how committed he is to the family you are building together and how much he trusts you. So really, jealousy is definitely not an issue in your marriage.  Still, nobody knows about it, not even Ani, even though he and a few other close friends definitely suspect something. Especially because Obi-Wan absolutely refuses to not have his wedding ring hidden somewhere on his person. (There have been... a few close calls because of it, you're both lucky he can charm his way out of almost anything.)
-He is very domestic, or at least does his best to be, with his duties in the way and all. He always tries to cook at least one meal for you, and he absolutely adores coming home to you and something you've prepared for him (no matter how good you are at it. Honestly if you're still learning, he is your number one supporter and encourager.) He never complains about chores and does his best to make them enjoyable for the both of you, if you have something you'd rather not do, whatever it is he is more than happy to take over.
-Obi-Wan is great with children, and if you decided to have some after the fall of the Order, he would be an amazing dad. Just keep in mind that he might be quite a bit more apprehensive/protective after you are forced into hiding, he blames himself for a lot of things and it might take a while for him to be ready to expand your family. But don't worry, once you both find some peace again he will be ecstatic about it, after all, there's nothing in the Universe worth more than you guys.
Anakin Skywalker:
-Anakin wouldn't be a bad husband by any means, but he's got some work to do on himself you might have to help him through. Still, I assure you, he would do his absolute damned best to be great for you, and he would love you more than it should be humanly possible. Nothing could ever even come close to meaning as much as you do to him, he would literally let the whole galaxy burn if it made you happy. Which might, depending on you, be one of those tendencies you should pull him away from. Or don't, no judgment here.
Anyway, what matters the most is: Anakin is devoted.
-Ani is very empathetic, especially when it comes to you. Sometimes you feel like he might understand your moods even better than you do, which means, as soon as he feels like you might be even a little bit sad or stressed, Ani is dropping everything to come cheer you up. Which no doubt will get him in trouble, but it's not like he cares. He can be a bit clingy/overprotective of you, honestly. Again, if you want him to be a bit more responsible then you're gonna have to help him work on it. Won't ever forget your "firsts" or anniversaries, but gifts are not really his forte, so except a few handmade pieces every now and again he would much rather celebrate by going somewhere and creating new memories together.
-While he has no trouble at all understanding you, Ani has quite a few problems with communicating himself and his thoughts. Half the time he tells you every little detail of what's going through his mind, which could easily lead to him overthinking if you don't help him calm down. And every other time he can't even get his mouth open to tell you how his day is going, which usually happens when he is particularly upset about something, luckily it's easy to tell it's happening and you won't have too much trouble coaxing it out of him (He really really wants to tell you everything, he just doesn't know where to even begin.) So, even though fights can happen quite often, mostly because Ani tends to be a bit emotional about things he cares for, they are easily resolved. He refuses to go to sleep without you/knowing you mad at him, so really, they don't last more than a few hours.
-Anakin proposed to you shortly after you confessed your feelings for each other, seeing no point in waiting since he knows with his entire heart that you are his other half.  Jealousy might be a little bit of an issue, mostly because nobody knows that you two belong to each other and the secrecy drives him up the walls, and as I've said, Ani can be a bit hot-blooded about what he loves. But honestly, it's an easy fix, just don't spend more time with someone else than you do him, and let him hold you close if he needs it.
-Speaking of the secrecy, Ani didn't even think twice about breaking the code for you, what makes you think he wouldn't try to scream how much he loves you from every rooftop in Coruscant? Honestly, unless you don't mind all the endless problems that you and especially him would have to face with the Jedi Order, you're gonna have to be really convincing to make him see reason.  And even then, he's not going to act like you're not the most important person in his life, or accept that he can't kiss you whenever you feel like it, or be ashamed of displaying his wedding ring. The best he's going to do is probably move the both of you behind a column or something... as if that wouldn't be suspicious in a room full of force sensitives. So really, your relationship is only a secret because the people around you would rather pretend it is. Mostly because they recognise that you are good for him, Obi-Wan most of all.
-Anakin might not be the best at taking care of the house, or have much patience for chores, but he's not gonna leave all the burden to you. He's going to help until he completely runs out of patience and then he's going to distract both of you and make it a "tomorrow's" problem. I feel like he'd be great with kids if you decided to have them, especially if he's gotten away from the Order. And also, having them might really help him mature/become a little more responsible, he really wants to do right by you. 
Luke Skywalker:
-Luke is a sweetheart whose first priority is always his family, and that really shines through in your marriage. I mean, have you seen him with his father? There's nothing you could do that would make Luke give up on you, ever. He thinks the world of you no matter what, and he never blames you whenever you can't be the best version of yourself. Saying he's an understanding partner would be putting it very lightly.
-Luke treats you as if you were his shining light in the darkness, his saving grace, the beacon of hope in his life. He always wants you to feel appreciated and valued, and he does his absolute best to let you know that through his actions and words, but you can see it the most when any type of celebration comes up. He has a list of all the things you casually mention during conversations that you might want or need, and he gifts them to you any time he has even just a slight excuse to.
-Luke is also a great communicator, and he always keeps his calm during conflicts. He does his absolute best to put himself in your shoes if you disagree on something, and even when he can't he never makes you feel like your opinion is "wrong". Even though he might seem a bit plaintive to those who don't know him well, Luke only brings up even really small issues to avoid either of you stewing on it needlessly. It's much easier in the long run to just get things off your chest, and reach an understanding. So in the end, while disagreements surely happen, they extremely rarely evolve into fights.
-Luke proposed to you out of the simple and pure desire to be able to call you his family. There's nothing that brings him more joy than catching a glimpse of either his or your own ring shining on your fingers. It's like the physical proof that he is yours as you are his, that he has a home he belongs to. Leia and Han love you to bits, the happiness you bring to the family and most importantly to Luke, is the best thing they could've asked for. Han would say he knew you two would get together from the very start, but honestly, it was Leia who just felt it. Either way, the chemistry you two shared would have been hard to miss, which is why Luke didn't have much of a choice in telling them about your relationship. (It's difficult to keep feelings secret when your twin sister is force sensitive.)
-Luke isn't a jealous man by nature, but really, the sheer trust he has in you and what you two have is more than enough for him to never be bothered by those who flirt with you. And honestly, he understands them, how could they not want to, he's just unbelievably glad that out of everyone, you chose him.
-Luke is amazing at taking care of the house, (the perks of growing up on a farm) he never leaves messes behind, he knows how to cook, and any chore will be carried out efficiently and without complaints. His way of life is simple and peaceful, like a true Jedi, and depending on you, you'll either be the most homely and tranquil couple the galaxy has ever seen, or you will bring fun and excitement into his life and you'll balance each other out. Either way, he is amazing at going with the flow.
-For as much as your family means to him, Luke might still be a little hesitant about having kids. It's not as if he doesn't want them, stars no, but he has quite a few worries. Most of all, he fears turning out like his own father, and how fragmented and unsteady the Galaxy is, even after the victory of the rebellion. Honestly he just wants them to be happy and have an easier life than he did, which he's deadly afraid of not being able to provide. It might take a while to reassure him, and you'd have to be patient, but he's going to be the happiest man in the whole Universe as soon as he's holding your child in his arms, so it's gonna be worth it.
Han Solo:
-It would take a while for Han to realize that hey, this is serious, that he truly really might want to spend the rest of his life by your side. There would be a time when that realization would frighten him, make him pull away from anything he isn't ready to lose: you. Commitment is not something that comes easy to him, and it would be the roughest patch in your entire relationship, it would take lots of reassurance and persistence on your side, but once that is over, oh boy is he committed. When Han finally accepts the true extent of his feelings for you, that he now can't for the life of him let you slip through his fingers, be prepared, cause he's gonna make this work, you're stuck with him now. (And Chewie)
A relationship with him is fun, he knows how to have a good time and he wants any time you two spend together to become a good memory, even under less than ideal circumstances. He's going to make the most inappropriate jokes at the most inappropriate times, he's going to tease you like his life depends on it, and he's going to make you laugh like nobody else ever could. It only takes putting up with his enormous but quite fragile ego, really.
He has a tendency to avoid taking anything too seriously, which depending on you might get a little annoying at times, but he is also really dependable when it comes down to it. Sure, he is going to complain to hell and back, but he would die for you in a heartbeat, anything less than that is just more material to jokingly throw back at you when he wants to get out of doing something. It never works.
-Celebrations and anniversaries are Han’s favourite days, does he only remember about a few of them the literal day of? absolutely, but damn him if he doesn't make them special. Han is all about living in the moment, he wants every second dedicated to celebrating you or your relationship to be memorable, and he can be cheesy when it comes to it, just never say that out loud. You guys' song is playing, even tho he insists you don't have one? He is holding your hand or dancing with you. What do you mean he's being romantic, he just had to show off his moves. You have a favourite food and you suddenly find it in the kitchen? Don't look at him like that, he didn't do it for you, he was just craving it and was nice enough to get you some, even tho there's only one plate and you are pretty sure you can still spot the residues of a failed cooking attempt.
He might not get you a gift every time, cause that's not really his forte, and depending on the time you might be a little short on money, but there are a few really significant ones every now and again, like the dress or suit you’ve been saving up for, or the necklace he bought you when you'd been away from each other for a few days and stars did he miss you.
-Han is… not great at communicating in a way that doesn't contain an excessive amount of snark. It's never insulting, and he makes sure to stay clear of anything that might actually hurt you, but this man grew up with only fighting spirit and sarcasm on his side, and he still has a hard time remembering that he doesn't have to defend himself from you, that showing you his emotions and caring doesn’t mean he’s pathetic. The longer you two are together the better he becomes at taking a step away to calm down before speaking, sure, your relationship is still made of almost constant banter, but now it's playful and lighthearted, and Han truly makes an effort to be serious when you want him to be. Hotheaded and stubborn as he is, he would never hurt you on purpose.
-Han proposed right after he got over the mental breakdown that came with realizing the extent of his feelings for you, now that he's aware? It's ride or die. Really, there have been very very few people that he has ever cared for more than himself, he would trade his happiness for yours, he couldn't love you more than he already does, couldn't love nobody else the same way.
Still, this man's jealousy is through the roof. It's definitely not because he doesn't trust you, but he can't help but fear the day you might meet someone worthier of your affection then him. For as cocky as he tends to be, Han knows he is not always the easiest to get along with, so just let him stand close to you when you're out, and wrap his arm around you when somebody is “clearly” trying to flirt with you, and he will be back to his confident self in no time. It would be even easier to deal with if you were comfortable with letting him tell everyone and their families that you're married. No but seriously, there is no chance your relationship was ever a secret, Han has no filter when it comes to bragging and oh boy is he proud of you. And lets not forget the wedding ring, being a pilot he mostly wears it on a chain around his neck, but that thing is on display. He even develops the endearing habit of holding onto it when he is doing something just a little too risky, you're his lucky charm, and if you were to show off your ring just as much as he does? Well, you might never hear the end of it, but you can tell he gets sentimental about it.
-Han never thought he'd be one for domesticity, and in a lot of ways he still isn't. He can't cook to save his life, he despises chores so much that you can pretty much just thank Chewie if the Falcon is a somewhat livable space at all, and some of his clothes have holes in them he barely tried to mend. But you have made a huge difference, and even tho he won't even try and help you when it comes to stoves, he'll take care of the coffee and he'll set the table and you don’t even have to ask. He won't help you and Chewbacca with the cleaning and tidying but he'll make sure to stop leaving things around and pick up after himself to give you an easier time (not a day goes by that Chewie doesn't thank the stars for your existence). And he still fusses about his clothes, but he makes you something to drink and watches you sew with so much awe you feel like you're hanging the stars in the sky.
So yes, he still sucks at it, but he loves what you two have more than anything in the world, and he tries, he really does, cause you make him want to be the best version of himself. And when it comes to kids, well… parenthood scares him half to death, but he knows it will be amazing if he has you to learn with, and no matter what obstacles your family will have to face, he promises you, he'll make it work.
The Mandalorian/Din Djarin:
-Din is a family man through and through. He would be dedicated to your relationship from the very beginning, and even more so now that you are married. If he has gotten into a serious partnership with you, especially if it happened after he found the child, it means that you are it for him, you are the love of his life, the parent of his kids, his clan, the only one he will ever have by his side. And it's useless to say that he is loyal to a fault, he will have your back against anything and anyone, come hell or high water, and he will protect you even on the smallest of things as if his life depended on it. Anything that is important to you automatically becomes top priority for him as well, and you will never want for anything as long as there is breath in his lungs. It can be a bit much at times, especially because he pretty much puts you on a pedestal, but it's not as if he wants you to be perfect, he knows your faults and embraces them, he just can't help but be adoring of every single part of you.
With him, you will never even have a chance to look down on yourself, you and Grogu are the best thing that could have ever happened to him, and he will remind you of that until his voice gets hoarse if he thinks you don't believe it.
-Din is not big on celebrations, but he always does something to make you feel appreciated, and he remembers all of them. Even if he doesn't bring you anywhere fancy, he knows quite a few beautiful and secluded spots, where the two of you can simply bask in each other's presence and be at peace. A simple but thought out gift he remembers you like, your favourite song in the background, any type of food you like the most. He's observant and he knows you like the back of his hand, so rest assured, the entire day will be tailored to fit your mood and preferences. And if you do something for him? Stars, you just might kill him. No, his voice isn't shaking, he's fine, don't worry he just needs a minute.
-Din never raises his voice at you, and he has the patience of a saint, but he isn't great at expressing his own thoughts and feelings. He listens to everything you have to say, and because of how much he respects you and values your opinion, he always takes the points you make into consideration with great attention. Din hates fighting with you and he isn't afraid to admit when he's in the wrong, so usually arguments end fairly easily, but he also isn't afraid to stand his ground, which is where most of your troubles reside. If he has listened to your perspective and still thinks he's right, he can come across as a little… patronizing. He would never believe himself better than you of course, quite the opposite, but he can at times sound curt or dismissive, even when he doesn't mean to be. Just tell him that, and he will be more than willing to try and express himself better, you might have to help him with it tho.
-Din proposed to you almost out of the blue, you probably wouldn't expect it, and he might not even have a ring on him, but his speech would be so heartfelt and honest that you might have a hard time holding back tears (and honestly, once you say yes he would too, you just wouldn't be able to see it). I imagine it would happen something like this: he came home from a job that had dragged on for a little too long, ready to just collapse somewhere on the floor of the Crest, and forgetting in his tiredness that he is not alone anymore. He would be almost taken aback once he opens the door, finding the lights still on and you, with the child held tightly in your arms, asleep on his chair in the cockpit, clearly having tried to stay up to wait for him. It would be a sudden but gentle realization, that now he has everything he has ever wanted and never thought he could have, that you are his family, and he has to officialise that, he has to properly make you a clan of three. And oh is he itching to rip off his helmet and finally let you see him. Altho he would rather do things properly, because you deserve nothing less, he’d just have to ask you right in that moment.
Any jealousy Din might have would evaporate once you get married, but please, do flaunt your ring, he will melt.
-There's not much space for domesticity in the life of a bounty hunter, nor is it a Mandalorian specialty, but against all odds, Din craves it more than anything. You are his home, and he tries his damn hardest to be the same for you, and he's quite the natural at it, although the last time he's experienced it himself has been way back when he still had his parents, so he is a little rusty.
Chores are swiftly dealt with, he'd much rather do it all himself than make you do it, and he rarely accepts help unless he's basically dead on his feet and things can't wait, because he's stubborn like that. But if you were to cook for him and the kid? And he could watch you do it? And maybe you have some music playing in the background? And stars forbid there's a smile on your face? Din is convinced he has died at some point and this is heaven, and he doesn't deserve it at all but you're clearly an angel and for some reason you care for him and he really hopes reincarnation isn't a thing because he wants to stay here with you for the rest of eternity. It's dramatic and he will never say it out loud, not like that at least, but he's sentimental at heart.
On the topic of kids, do I even have to say it? Din is more than willing to expand your family, especially if you were to somewhat settle down, and as we've all seen, he's a great dad.
Poe Dameron:
-Poe would be an amazing husband. Affectionate to a fault, Poe is a very tactile person, which translates to him being quite physical in his demonstrations of love.  If he can, he will always stand or sit close to you, feeling more at ease while sharing your space, and if you aren't uncomfortable, there would definitely be some hand-holding, or you could even sit in his lap honestly, he'd be happy about it.
He'd give you his arm when you are tired so that you can rest your weight on him, wrap an arm around your shoulders or waist when you're walking together, lift you up and down from high places, especially when it comes to you climbing into a ship, especially if it is his ship (Yes, he knows very well that you are more than capable of doing things like this on your own, doesn't mean he can't dedicate his life to making it easier tho); He would offer you his hand to hold onto if you're walking on unsteady ground so that you won't risk falling, he would surprise hug you so much you'd come to expect it anytime (but really, the surprise part was just an excuse so it's not like he's gonna stop), would hoist you over his shoulders if you were ever too short to see or reach something, and give you piggy back rides at absolutely any time.
-Poe is also a very passionate and very charming man. You could be married for a hundred years, and he would still treat you as if he was trying to win you over, every chance he has to court you, he's gonna take it. Which is exactly why he thrives when it comes to celebrations and anniversaries. Flowers find you anytime he has a chance to go pick/buy any, which is far less often than he'd like given his position in the Resistance, but travelling so much means that he has a good excuse, every planet warrants at least one new bouquet to gift you.
He will either leave them somewhere for you to find, like on your bedside table when you wake up, or give them to you personally, while trying to wait until things have calmed down and not immediately after he is done embracing you when he returns to base. Both options are accompanied by a note he has written while away, whether the note is going to be extremely lovesick or downright flirty depends heavily on his mood at the time, and if your cheeks are going to be flaming hot by the end of them... well, that depends on your willpower.
Speaking of which, you might start to associate the flowers to a promise of safe return, and picking up on it, Poe will gift you a beautiful, specially commissioned pendant that has both of your favourite flowers on it, that can immortalise without withering his promise to be by your side until his dying day.
Also anything interesting he might see while travelling will be brought back to you, from clothes to special types of local chocolate to anything that correlates to a hobby of yours. Or, truth be told, anything that reminds him of you, and that is a lot of things, but he might keep some of those for himself, just to have a piece of you to hold close to his heart when he can't hold you.
-Poe hates arguing; sure, playful teasing or loving banter are his bread and butter, but actual fights make him more sad than angry.  Of course, disagreements happen, and Poe is more than willing to listen to your point of view, before swiftly changing the subject and letting it be water under the bridge.  Honestly, maybe influenced by his parents relationship, Poe believes in a somewhat fairytale-like kind of love, and most of the time he does manage to make it a reality, other times... well, sometimes fights just can't be avoided, especially when it comes to someone as impulsive as he is. He always finds a way to make it up to you tho, so that's good.
-Poe proposed to you after a dangerous mission that almost ended terribly wrong, with either you or him getting out of it by the skin of your teeth. He'd have been keeping the ring he had intended to propose with for the past couple of months, right in the breast pocket of his pilot suit, where his heart is. He'd had a grand proposal in mind, one that would be romantic and memorable, but never found the right time.
That all went out the ship the moment he got slapped right in the face with the reminder of just how possible it is for either one of you to not come back for the night, to die, and just like that, leave behind your relationship and your love, and all that you have been together. He didn't even let his feet touch the ground after jumping out of his X-wing before he went down on his knees. He of all people should know, that no time is better then right now, with his heart in his hands.
Now, it might come as a little bit of a surprise, but Poe isn't a jealous man, and not only because he is almost always draped over you in one way or another, but because he is incredibly sure that the two of you are soulmates. On the same note, there's absolutely no reason for you to worry either, while he might have been a bit of a flirt before, it all stopped the moment he took interest in you. Also, everybody knows that you belong to each other, and not just because the entire Resistance was invited to your wedding, but because Poe's absolute favourite topic of conversation is you. And if you're wondering, BB-8 was both the ring bearer and the flower girl at your wedding.
Speaking of rings, being a pilot Poe can't wear his on his finger, not that he would have anyway, when it looks so perfect on the same necklace that holds his mother's ring, right in front of it, with your name carved on the inside on display.
-Poe, as I've said before, is pretty much a hopeless romantic, so domestic life is definitely right up his alley. He knows how to cook, and he does so rather well, and with as happy as he is to prepare you homemade candlelit dinners, he attunes himself to your taste so much he could very well be considered your personal five stars chef. With Poe’s positive attitude towards pretty much anything, chores are definitely not something to be dreaded in your house. Stopping to dance and sing at some point or another is basically a requirement, and pillow fights are far more common than they should be for high ranking members of the Resistance, but it's so fun and lighthearted that time will run by just as fast as if you were out on a date.
Poe would love nothing more than to start a family with you, but you're both still young, and he is in no rush. Ideally, the two of you won't have to wait too long until your victory will once again bring stability to the Galaxy, and you could settle down on a beautiful planet (Yavin 4 sounds great to him) where you'd have all the stability needed to raise your children.
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Brothers in Arms | i. don't talk to strangers
Cartel!Joel and Tommy Miller x Reader
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↳ Wordcount: 6,281
↳ Warnings: 18+, you're being watched, but it's different (it's the pick me quirky kinda being watched), you meet the boys, tags will added to each chapter
↳ Authors Note: Welcome, I hope you enjoy the first chapter. This is the first series I've ever written (please be gentle) also I couldn't find an accurate representation of cartel Tommy because Gabriel Luna is too cute and smiley, so I had to go suitless Tommy 🥰
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Ten missed calls from your dad…
You didn't want to talk to him. You knew that as soon as you answered the phone, you'd forgive him for telling you that you didn’t have the guts to be a criminal psychologist. He told you that you were too sweet to survive. That those criminal types would eat you.
You suppose his feelings shouldn’t surprise you considering his “war on crime” campaign. He said the only place for criminals was prison. Do the crime, do the time. Completely ignoring the statistics that people that go through the system will end up back in again because the prison system tries to profit off prisoners instead of, you know, help them, like they were supposed to.
Like talking to a brick wall.
It didn’t matter that you were well on your way to a bachelor’s degree and then a master’s degree afterward. He had his own stubborn ideologies that no one, not even an expert in that field could dispute.
Fucking politicians.
Your phone buzzed again. This time a text.
Dad: Call me
You: No. I have plans. Stop calling me.
You threw your phone on the little twin bed in your dorm, watching it bounce on the thin mattress. Your roommate, Natalie, invited you to go out tonight. Most of the time, she ignored you, and who could blame her? You weren't the chatty type. 
Two years into your degree, you were still buried in a book, absorbing every little bit of information you could because you found it so interesting. Natalie was a marketing major, so there wasn’t any crossover.
In your defence, your major was a bit more demanding so you didn’t have a lot of free time. But, you really chalk it up to being your dad’s only child. You were practically wrapped in bubble wrap since the moment you were born. But after getting into the thousandth fight with your father, you wanted to live a little. There was this club downtown you were being taken out to, your first experience at a club. You were terrified.
The dorm door opened. “Hey, girly. You ready?” You turned to see Natalie standing there, perfect brunette eyebrows raised. She was built like a supermodel. You swear a potato sack would look like high fashion on her. Meanwhile, you stood there in your most club-worthy dress, and it still had a collar. Natalie’s eyes flickered across your dress.
“Do you have a meeting after this or something?” she teased, not in a playful way. Her voice had a mean tilt, but you were so starved for a female friend that you were willing to let it slide.
"I don’t have anything to wear,” you stated, gesturing to your half of the closet that was filled about an eighth of the way. You lived in your sweatshirt. 104 degrees Texas heat and you’d still wear that thing around because your classes were cold as fuck.
Natalie laughed quietly, “Of course, you don’t. Do you think you can even keep up with me and my friends tonight? There’s no shame in staying in and reading…again.” She said it like there was definitely shame in doing that.
As much as it pissed you off internally, you let yourself wither. You wouldn’t get what you wanted if you snapped at her. “I’ll be fine,” you murmured sheepishly.
She passed you, smelling like expensive shampoo, and opened your dresser. “I’ll find something for you. That dress will make you stick out like a sore thumb.” She tossed a few items on your mattress. “There, jeans and this cute little lacy thing.”
“That is a bra,” you pointed out. “I’m not wearing just a bra.”
“You’re no fun. I’ve got a mesh top to put over it. You’ve got the tits for it,” Natalie said. “Show a little skin.'' You were a little thrown at the compliment, but you'd take it. “And take your hair down, the messy tousle is really in right now,” Natalie mentioned as she waited for you to finish up. And as you got dressed, you think she might have been right. Showing a little skin but feeling covered up was a fantastic combination. You felt hot.
Natalie seemed happy with her handiwork. You grabbed your phone and wallet, and you were off. You called an Uber to take you to the club to meet up with her friends, Monica and Katherine. And for once, you felt like you blended in with them. You looked like you belonged in the same friend group, and that, in and of itself, was exhilarating.
The bouncer checked your IDs, and you were in. You'd have to say that the bumping bodies, the confined space, the loud music, and the flashing lights were really disorienting. But you were  determined to have fun tonight. Your heart crashed against your ribs, and you could feel the bass in your bones, vibrating your entire body. You just needed a drink to settle yourself.
Following Natalie and her friends to the bar, she bought you your first drink and shouted, “Thanks for coming out tonight!” The bartender handed you all shot glasses full of a clear, potent-smelling liquid. Tequila. You may have never had it yourself, but you always smelled it on your mom’s breath when she was around. Your stomach rolled, but you raised the shot glass and replied, “Thanks for inviting me! Cheers!”
You threw it back before you could register how the other girls were licking salt off their hands and chasing it with a hard bite of lime. The strong liquor hit your stomach, causing a wave of nausea to hit you, but you gulped it down and pretended like you meant to do that.
“Cheap tequila straight,” Monica said before looking over at Natalie. “Where’d you find her? I like her.”
You shot her a pained smile, fighting the burn in your throat. Natalie laughed and said, “Come on, let’s dance! I see some guys on the dance floor that I wouldn’t mind going home with.” You arched a brow, and you finally got a genuine smile out of her. “Not our dorm, obvi. I’m trashy, but not that trashy,” Natalie promised.
That made you laugh a little, your belly started to feel warm from the first shot you had ever taken. Not that you’d ever tell them that.
You went out to the dance floor, wedging yourselves between bustling bodies. You felt a little nervous, your palms getting clammy, but you just followed everyone’s lead. You bounced along to the music, letting the bass dictate your  hip rolls. Soon, you started to warm up. It was fun to dance around and move with the crowd.
Sweat beaded behind your neck, and you turned to the side, locking eyes with a dark-eyed man sitting at the bar. He wasn’t drinking, but there was no mistake that he was looking right at you. Your belly fluttered as you took him in, no longer interested in dancing. His broad frame slanted against the bar, his shirt was slightly unbuttoned and rolled up his forearms.
What is it about forearms? Your belly quivered a little bit.
You turned to see what Natalie and the others were doing, but she seemed to be choking on some random guy’s tongue in the corner. Part of you envied that. The ability to see what you want and act on it.
You were more methodical. Always a thinker. But this time, you wanted to act. There was a sinfully attractive man in the corner eyeing you. If you didn’t act on it, someone else would.
Oh, God, but what if he was looking at someone else?
As if sensing your hesitance, he waved at you, and you looked around, pointing at yourself like, “Who, me?” Even from several feet away, you could see a dimpled smile as the mystery man nodded, beckoning you over to the bar. You slid out from around the bodies to the slightly quieter bar. Up close, he was even more attractive. He was older than you but you weren't sure how much older. Certainly, the type of man well settled in his career. Made you wonder what he was doing at a club when statistically–
Hey, you told yourself, stop psychoanalysing strangers.
“Hi,” you greeted, unsure what else to say. You were very out of your comfort zone, but tonight was all about doing new things. Not that you were going to do him or–
“Hi,” he answered. “Do you want a drink?”
You tucked some hair behind your ear, heat in your cheeks from how you noticed his eyes follow your fingertip like he could see all of you. You'd  never felt so naked before, but you made the mistake of looking down to see your tits proudly on display under the mesh shirt, in a lacy red bra. Your  cheeks fired up even faster. “Yeah, I’d like that.” Maybe a drink would cool your nerves. Doubtful, but worth a shot. Ha. Shot. You could use one of those.
“Hmm, let me guess your drink,” the mystery man offered.
A smile curved the side of your mouth, and you were too intrigued to argue. “Okay, give me your best guess.”
“You don’t drink much, if at all,” he said, tapping his chin with a thick finger. “But if I had to guess that you were a wine cooler type of girl.”
You were shocked because he was absolutely right. How’d he get that off a look? “But, since wine coolers are shit, let me recommend a Tequila Sunset,” he said. “It packs a little more of a punch, but it’s fruity enough to take out the bite.”
You purse your lips, unsure if you'd  like it, but you were in too deep not to humor him. “You know what? Sure.”
He turned to the bartender and ordered it. The bartender made a show of mixing it up for you before placing a lovely glass of orange fading into a berry red from the grenadine. He watched you intently with those intense eyes as you took a sip, marvelling that the juice took out that awful taste of tequila. You repressed a smile and said, “That’s quite delicious.”
He returned your grin with one of his own, showing off perfectly straight teeth. “I’m Joel. And you are…?”
And you answered, giving him your name.
“It suits you.”
Your face felt hot, not expecting that response. “Thanks.” You took another sip of your yummy cocktail that tasted more like juice than liquor. “So, Joel, tell me how you guessed my drink of choice.”
He shrugged his toned shoulders, drawing your gaze to the chords of muscle around his neck. Never once have you ever wanted to take a bite out of a human being, but here you were, wondering how his muscles would feel between your teeth. He wasn’t close enough to smell his cologne, but he just looked like he smelled good.
“You don’t look like you come to clubs often, so it was a lucky guess,” Joel said.
“Is it that obvious?” you asked meekly. Here you thought you were blending in nicely, but maybe you did stick out.
He smiled at me and said, “No. My brother owns a club so I’m in them pretty frequently. Checking out the competition.”
That made you feel better. You parted your lips to ask another question when Natalie came between Joel and you to order another drink. She took a step back at your side and gave Joel a once over. “And where have you been hiding?” Natalie said flirtatiously.
While Joel looked at you, he was smiling. Visibly interested in you, but with Natalie, he looked very bored. He ignored her completely, which you would have found rude if it wasn’t also incredibly hot. You liked the attention.
“Can I have your phone?” he asked, outstretching his hand to you.
You reached into your jeans pocket and pulled it out, placing it in his hand. Nervously, you sipped your drink. Was he really about to give you his number? He saved himself in your phone and handed it back. “Call me,” he said, standing up from the barstool. “Or don’t. But I really hope you do.”
He flashed you one more dimpled smile, shot Natalie one more dirty look, and left.
“What a dick,” Natalie grumbled, but you were too engrossed in the contact info. You had a hundred notifications from your dad in the notification bar, but your eyes were locked on Joel's name.
“Whatever, let’s go dance.” Natalie grabbed your arm, clearly irritated at the one man in the entire club who wasn’t showing her attention. You relented, tucking your phone into your pocket as you danced the night away with Natalie, the mysterious man from the bar on your mind.
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Should I call him?
You looked at your phone, lingering on Joel's contact info. Your thumb hovered over the message button, but you turned off your screen instead. Study. You need to study. You divert your attention to your criminal psychology textbook, taking notes for various terms you need to know. You didn’t necessarily need the notes. You remembered everything you saw.
A gift and a curse. A gift for college. A curse because you can’t forget anything. Your dad’s bribe deals. All the sketchy shit he got himself involved in, you remembered. You could even remember the name on the check with crystal clear accuracy. Sierpente. A distinct last name. Of course, considering how fast your dad snapped that check away from you only solidified it in your memory. He played it off, but you knew how nervous he was. Whoever this Sierpente was, they were bad news.
So sure, you were avoiding your dad because you were angry with him, but you also didn’t want to get tangled in his web. What you didn’t know couldn’t hurt you. Because you were also a terrible liar.
You were practically a walking textbook.
You sighed, leaning back on your rolly chair to tie your hair up. It wasn’t a very good bun, but your hair was always so unruly anyway. Your leg shook, and you couldn’t stop tapping your pen on your desk, eyes darting back to your phone again.
Fuck it. I’ll text the mystery man from the other night.
Keep it short and simple. Don’t sound desperate. Joel was too attractive to find desperate and endearing. You typed a few letters only to backspace.
You: Hi, it’s the girl from the other…
Nope. Nope. Nope.
You: Salutations. I was pleased to meet…
Salutations? You started to backspace when you accidentally hit send. Sounding like a fucking weirdo by texting “Salutations—” 
Giving up hope, you turned off your screen and placed it facedown on your desk. Way to fucking go. That’s the last time you ever try to make a move. You pressed your palm into your forehead. Never once had you ever used that greeting before, but you decided to send it to a drop-dead gorgeous man you met at a club.
Way to fuck that one up.
Why were you so hung up on it? Joel had this energy about him. You felt it when you were next to him. It intrigued you. You remembered what his hands looked like. Burned into your vision with perfect accuracy. You bet those hands would look great around your throat.
And where the fuck did that come from? 
A spike of lust coiled in your belly at the image. Lust wasn’t completely foreign to you, but you never acted on it. Boys never interested you. Surrounded by boys in class and on campus. You'd always been attracted to older men, but you had no idea how to make a move. And your inexperience was apparently a massive turn-off. 
Your phone buzzed, and you flipped it over to see that Joel texted back.
Joel: Salutations to you too. Who’s this?
Your face warmed as you tried to wait the appropriate amount of time before texting back. But in reality, you replied in about ten seconds.
You: From the other night at the bar.
Three dots appeared, keeping you on the edge of your seat.
Joel: Tequila Sunrise? How are you?
You: Just studying. You?
Joel: Another boring day at the office. You up for a phone call? I’d like to hear that sweet little voice without all that music. 
Your stomach lurched up to your throat, and you started to feel incredibly warm despite your sleep shorts, oversized tee, and the AC blasting over your head. You looked over to Natalie’s unmade bed. She likely wouldn’t be back until tomorrow morning. A little phone call wouldn’t hurt.
You: Sure. One sec.
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joel's pov
A small smirk pulled to the side of his mouth as he pulled back the curtain to look through his scope into your room. Joel was set up in an abandoned dorm across the courtyard. Temporary until the recon team set up cameras, and he could finally go back to his own bed.
You paced around your room, looking at your phone. Visibly nervous as you gave yourself a pep talk. Fuck, you were cute.
The past few weeks, he’d been assigned to you. Keeping an eye on you for Don Sierpente. A nice change of pace from breaking kneecaps and cutting off fingers. His usual mark was easy. Kill or send a message. Make it look like an accident. You, however, were a particular case. He wasn’t supposed to hurt you. In fact, he was supposed to make sure no harm came to you until Don was ready for his move. Keep his distance until his orders suddenly changed this past weekend.
“Get close to her,” Tommy ordered, playing liaison for Don. “We need her to trust you.”
Trust me? The girl was naive, not stupid. But I’d play. Could be fun.
As usual, he had eyes on you while you were at your desk that evening, nibbling on a pen and tapping your foot. You kept making little notes from your forensic psychology textbook. Wearing an oversized t-shirt and cute little pajama shorts, you looked good enough to eat.
“Call me, you sweet little thing,” he murmured, just loud enough for his brother, Tommy, to hear. He rolled his shoulders, raising his eyes to look at Joel, lips tilted downward in a displeased grimace.
Joel's phone rang and he lifted it to his ear, answering, “Joel.”
“H-Hey, um…this is, uh I was just texting you,” your cute voice whispered nervously over the phone.
He could feel his dimple puncture his cheek as his grin widened. “I know. Salutations.”
“Oh, dear God,” you muttered with audible embarrassment.
Your anxious little breaths were endearing. Joel was tempted to stay quiet and wait to see how long it took until you crumbled, babbling about something just to fill the silence.
“So, uh, about the salutations thing. That was an accident.” You twirled a loose tendril of hair around your finger, pacing back and forth in a circle. He liked that, even from a distance, he could watch you squirm.
“You mean you don’t send salutations as a greeting to everyone?” He already knew the answer to that when he got the text and saw you smash your palm into your forehead.
You laughed nervously. “Ha. Yeah…uh, I was supposed to delete that. But it sent so I gave up on getting a text back.”
“Gave up that quick, huh?” Joel teased. “Shame.”
“About five seconds from deleting your contact too.”
Joel gave a mock gasp. “Wow, darlin’, that’s just cruel.”
You made a cute-sounding giggle, finally warming up a little bit. He glanced over at his brother, clearly distracting himself with a text—probably from Eli—before he put his phone down and made a motion to cut the call. Joel rolled his eyes at him, turning away completely. 
“Hey, baby girl, I actually have to go. Bossman is walking in.”
The pet name took you off guard, but he liked the way you paced when you were nervous and how you twirled your hair. “Okay. Nice talking to you?” you said more like a question like you weren't sure how to end the call.
“Definitely. I could fall asleep listening to that sweet little voice.” Or jerk off to it, but he wasn’t going to say that. “Talk to you later.”
He hung up, arching a brow at Tommy. “What?”
“Babygirl? Really?” he inquired, crossing his arms.
“You’d like her, Tommy. Just your type,” he smirked. “And if she’s your type, then you know she’s mine.”
“The last time you dated a woman you were attracted to, she turned out to be a raging psychopath,” Tommy commented.
“Exactly. You have better taste in women,” he winked. He raised the scope to get one last eyeful of you before Tommy told him whatever he had to say.
“She’s undressing right now,” Joel baited. You weren’t. It wouldn’t have bothered him, but he knew it bothered Tommy. And it was always fun to fuck with him. Tommy's eyebrows furrowed, frown deepening. Always fucking frowning. Always pissed off.
“You want a peek? She’s got the assets.”
Suddenly, Tommy stood up and ripped the scope out of his hands. “She’s a mark. Not your personal peep show,” he practically hissed.
“You’re telling me that the Don wants me to get close to her, but not fuck her?”
“For the love of God, don’t fuck her. She’s the congressman’s daughter. We’re only watching her as insurance that he’ll follow through with his promise to rule in our favor. Then we leave.”
Well, that was a fucking contradiction. Why would Joel have to get close to her if he had to watch her? “What if she fucks me?”
“For fuck’s sake, Joel.” Tommy pinched his nose in frustration. “Drop it.”
He leaned back, pleased by Tommy's reaction. “She’s been my mark for three weeks and you don’t even know what she looks like.” Joel took a pack of smokes out of his jeans pocket, lighting up right in the room. “Humor me. See for yourself how fucking cute she is.”
“No,” Tommy hissed.
“Why? Do you think you’ll get attached?” Joel pouted his lower lip. “I know you have a soft spot for soft spoken women. I thought you were supposed to be the big bad Tommy Miller and now you won’t even look in the direction of a mark? You’re not even the least bit curious why the Don has his eye on her?”
Joel was baiting him and he knew it. He didn’t even know why he did this, but he liked getting under Tommy's skin. It proved that he still had a heart after all the shit that happened to them. He wasn’t like Joel and he shouldn’t be. He carried all that weight for them so no one else had to feel it. All that stress could break a man down.
Tommy sighed, sitting back down at the table, and taking Joel's scope with him. “Why do you think you were assigned to this?”
Joel raised his eyebrows. “Enlighten me. Why wasn’t Eli assigned for babysitting duty?”
“Because he would start to feel bad about her. You, on the other hand, don’t feel much of anything,” he said.
He was right. The only attachments he had were Tommy and Eli, his brothers. Part of him wondered what it would be like to care. A small little part of him ached for those attachments. But most of him didn’t give a fuck unless it gave him something he wanted.
“Speaking of, he’s flying back from Mexico next week,” Tommy explained.
“About fucking time. I missed the empathetic asshole,” Joel  commented. Eli was too nice for this line of work. He wasn’t a good fit for the cartel, but he was trapped in this arrangement. So was Joel. So was Tommy.
They were Don Sierpiente’s lapdogs and there wasn’t jack shit they could do about it. Til the day they died, the old fuck owned them. Tommy at least had enough sense to make himself indispensable. And if Tommy was indispensable, so were the rest of them. Package deal. The Miller brothers. They were a package deal in many parts of life.
Tommy nodded, deep in thought. He didn’t like it when Eli was sent over the border because he never knew if he’d come back. He was sure Eli could handle himself just fine, but Tommy practically raised them, so he still sees Eli as the thirteen-year-old jackass who moved the neighbor’s gnome every morning to make her think it was moving on its own. And Tommy, being eighteen and struggling to help mom make ends meet at the time, felt like he needed to protect Eli from every little thing. Of course, good ol’ Eli doesn’t help his case when he still plays tricks all these years later.
Tommy got up from his seat, still pissed off. This time, not at Joel, it was at whoever was messaging him. Not that he would ever tell Joel what was really going on. Tommy was still trying to protect his brothers. Joel would find it endearing if it didn’t annoy him so much.
“I gotta go. I’ll talk to you later,” Tommy said as he left before Joel could get a word in. But, he’d done his part. Now Joel just had to watch the pieces fall into place.
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your pov
Time for coffee. Your caffeine fix. You were up all night studying for some bullshit math test that had nothing to do with your major, but it was a requirement. Sure, you can remember obscure terms or exactly what someone was wearing at brunch four years ago. But math? Your Achilles heel. So now you had to wake back up before you went to the class you actually liked. You just hoped you survived math long enough to get the credit for your transcript and never have to do an equation ever again.
Your phone buzzed.
Tucking your book under your arm, you reached into your pocket to see a missed message from Joel. You'd only met him a week ago, but you really enjoyed texting him. Your lips quirked into a smile when you saw it.
Joel: Hey, do you want to get a drink with me?
You: Tonight? I can’t. I have a morning class tomorrow.
Joel: That’s a shame.
Your stomach twisted because you did want to get a drink with him. He made you nervous in a good way and…he intrigued you.
You: Tomorrow?
Joel: Tomorrow is good.
Say something flirty.
You: Maybe I’ll let you buy me a drink.
Oh yeah. Hook, line, and sinker. You could pat yourself on the back for that one.
Joel: What else would you let me do?
Instantly, your entire body was hot. You could hear that sentence in his voice. That deep, sexy voice that made your knees wobble when you talked to him on the phone. That sweet-talker. But you'd be lying if you said you didn’t like it. You like how your belly flushed with heat. What would you let him do to you?
You: Buy a girl dinner first, Joel.
You giggled to yourself at that one, shifting foot to foot, still walking toward that coffee shop without a care as to where you were going.
Joel: I’ll take you up on that, baby girl.
Why did you like that? Never once had you ever liked being called baby girl or doll or sweetheart or any pet name, but when Joel said it so nonchalantly on the phone, your thighs tingled. Wetness pooled in your panties, and you didn’t understand why you liked it so much. Joel was an anomaly to you. He drew you in. Sent little shivers down your spine. Whether it was danger or attraction, you weren't quite sure. You were still trying to pinpoint exactly what it was about him. Maybe it was his absolute certainty in himself. The arrogance you could hear in his voice. He knew who he was, and you were still trying to find that out about yourself. Maybe you envied it a little bit. You had this urge to absorb some of that certainty.
Really, it didn’t surprise you. You were a psychology major and therefore hyperaware of how your parents influenced your childhood. You dissect people based on their walk, the flicker in their eyes, and the fluctuations in their voices. You could read just about anyone. Except for Joel. His mannerisms contradicted themselves. He’d say one thing with complete conviction while his body language said something else entirely. You wanted to get into his head and figure out what he was thinking. That came from your mother. She was an alcoholic talk show host who knew what buttons to press to make the best TV. Your father knew how to manipulate people to get what he wanted. A match made in Hell. That’s why they’re divorced.
Some divorced kids would be excited to have two versions of holidays, but while your dad spoiled you rotten, your mother forgot you existed. She’d forget birthdays. Important events. Always absent. Always drunk. Months, you were trapped in her condo, wondering if you'd find her body, finally worn to nothing from years of substance abuse. You would wake up on Christmas day to find her intoxicated on the kitchen floor, knife in her hand, in a pool of her own sick. You never knew what she planned to do with that knife. Was it for you? Or for her?
She’d tell you she was fine. That she wouldn’t relapse again. You had to protect yourself from her. No child should ever have to protect themselves from their parents. She was always lying. Eventually, your dad got full custody of you. He wasn’t much better, but at least you knew he loved you in his own way.
Unfortunately, he overcorrected. And manipulated to “keep you safe”. Your dad was a master manipulator. Your childhood was in the confines of homeschooling and avoiding paparazzi. But the love child of a politician and a public TV personality made for a complicated childhood. It only got worse as you started to grow up. You became anti-social. Cautious. You're still trying to unlearn the survival mechanisms you taught yourself. The flinching and the shaking. The “shut up and smile,” mentality.
Now you were free from your father’s legal ownership of you, but there was only so much behavior you could correct. And that’s why you have an uncanny ability to know when people are lying to you. You swear you're too fucking observant for your own good.
And just as that thought crossed your mind, you ran face-first into an incredibly firm chest. The man’s coffee went flying, saturating a white dress shirt. Your phone propelled across the sidewalk. And your textbook skidded over and tripped a student who got caught up in your acute sense of observation.
“I’m so sorry!” you gasp, trying to salvage his coffee cup, but it’s toast. You didn’t even look up at him as you went for your textbook. Black slacks appeared in front of your vision as he helped you gather your stuff. The first thing you noticed was scarred knuckles. The second thing, his voice.
“It’s fine.”
Your face was boiling. You can’t believe you just did that. Why do you even go outside? His scarred hands outstretched your book and phone to you. You took them, sheepishly looking up into deep eyes. “Thank you,” you said, tucking some of your hair behind your ears. This man couldn’t have been a student. He wore a suit jacket, also stained with coffee. “Your jacket,” you gasped, now seeing the damage you caused. “Oh no. Can I do anything?”
His nose had clearly been broken a few times. His thick dark hair had a few streaks of gray through it, aging him slightly, but  you only found yourself more attracted to him. He shrugged his jacket off and you got an eyeful of a soaked shirt clinging to his toned body.
Good Lord.
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll just get another,” he commented offhandedly.
You felt like you had to do something. You did just completely destroy his shirt. “Please, at least let me get you another coffee. I feel awful.”
He rolled his shoulders and you swear your mouth watered a little bit. First you ran into Joel last week and now you run into another stunningly gorgeous man? “If you insist,” was all he said. But you felt like his lack of speech only made whatever he didn’t say much louder. His mouth was curved downward into a rather aggressive scowl which would typically send anyone else running away, but his shoulders were slack, relaxed. The unconscious language put you more at ease than his face did. You wondered if perhaps the grimace was a defence mechanism. Perhaps developed at a young age–
Stop psychoanalysing everyone. Get it together!
You greeted him abruptly stating your name, outstretching your hand to shake his in greeting. He looked at your hand but didn’t take it. You tried not to take that personally.
“Really?”
You babbled nervously, explaining why you were named what you were named. He watched you closely, still not smiling, but his tongue curved against the inside of his cheek, making it just out a little in an expression you translated as amusement. “I’m Tommy.”
“Well, let’s go get you that coffee, Tommy. I probably already made you late for your meeting.” You tucked your book under your arm, pocketing your phone to not distract yourself anymore. The student you tripped with your book gave you a death glare as you mouthed, “Sorry.”
“Meeting?” Tommy asked.
“Do you wear suits for fun?” you commented, your favorite coffee shop coming into view.
He shrugged. “Not particularly. I work in the area, but I don’t have an office job.”
“Oh, what do you do?”
“Finance,” he stated without missing a beat. A slight fall in his voice. An alteration in his speech pattern. An odd thing to lie about, but he also hadn’t talked long enough for you to determine his speech pattern.
“Oh?”
He diverted the conversation, another indication he was lying. You felt the urge to prod, but you didn’t know this man. Why he was lying was none of your business. Maybe he was sneaking around. Or cheating on his wife. You glanced down at his hands. No ring. Not married. Unless he took it off, but you didn’t see a tan line either.
“Are you a student here?” Tommy asked, keeping his tone neutral.
“Yeah, I’m in my second year. Studying psychology with a focus on criminal psychology.”
“Busy girl then,” he commented, but for some reason it made your insides twist. You felt hyperaware of his gaze. It felt curious even if his scowl said otherwise. People can rarely hide the truth in their eyes.
You chuckled, trying to sound at ease even though your body was twisting and tightening against your control. “That’s me. Busy. Busy.”
There wasn’t a long line at the coffee shop as you went up to the counter and  ordered your usual. Iced coffee and a cream cheese danish. You went absolutely feral for their danishes. Homemade and always warm. Your favorite snack between classes. Tommy spoke his order. Medium coffee black. Nothing to dress it up.
“Have you tried their danishes?” you asked, gesturing to the glass case. “I’ll buy you one. They’ll change your life.”
The cashier laughed. “High praise from you.”
His eyebrow twitched and he said, “Fine. I’ll take a strawberry one.”
“Excellent choice,” the cashier stated as he started to get the order ready. 
“Tap your chip when you’re ready.”
You nodded, pulling your wallet out of your pocket, but Tommy beat you to it, swiping a platinum credit card. “Hey!” you objected. “Let me get that for you.”
“I have more than enough money. I’m not letting a college kid buy me anything,” Tommy started with a complete monotone.
You brushed some of your unruly hair back. “You didn’t have to do that.”
“I wanted to,” he shrugged. The cashier came back with your orders and Tommy handed you your coffee and danish. His fingertips brushed yours and small shocks erupted up your arm, leaving tingles prickling the hair on your arms. “Consider this a gift.”
You raised both your eyebrows, brushing off the addicting sensation tingling your arms. “For dumping hot coffee all over you?”
The corner of his full lips curled up for a fraction of a second before it was gone. “For the conversation.”
Your breath escaped your lungs and you stood there completely dumbfounded. “You’re welcome.”
“Now,” he held up his paper sack housing a delicious danish, “this danish better change my life.”
“It will,” you promised.
His eyes flickered. “Nice talking to you.”
“You too, Tommy,” you murmured, liking the way his name sounded. Coating your tongue like golden syrup. He nodded and turned away, exiting the coffee shop without another word. Your eyes were glued to him as he left, helplessly gliding down his back to his waist and thighs.
“Huh,” you muttered to yourself as you brought your danish to your lips and took a bite. Flavor exploded across your tongue. Tangy. Creamy. Buttery. Yum. You looked over at the cashier and shouted, “You’ve outdone yourself, Steve!”
The cashier shot you a smile and waved you goodbye as you left. Thankfully, you still had a little time before class to enjoy your coffee.
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Clones + Periods 4
aka "Code Crimson is in effect"
More period cozies!!!! 🤣
Warnings: As with the previous 3, periods are being discussed here so if you can't handle it - bye 👀 Reader is female since this is a bio-female issue. Jesse's includes a Kix cameo (insert "this is a set" meme here) 501st Echo and TBB Echo have seperate parts as I feel things would be handled a little differently. But I tend to give Echo 2 parts all the time cuz of this 🤣
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3
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Hardcase
Your beloved trooper watched on as you had a war within yourself. You were on the couch, heat pad on your stomach, and were loudly debating over if you were taking the day off or suffering while at your place of employment. Hardcase just continued to sit with you and supply you with tissues as your emotions ran away with you.
"I don't really get it...if it hurts then just stay home" he mumbled finally
"But I have to get the-"
You started listing all the things that had to get done at your job, all the responsibilities you were supposed to be doing today. Not that his expression changed much at your lengthy list. You huffed and continued to list the problems as he left your side and made his way to the kitchen, just raised your voice a little to ensure he could still hear you.
Hardcase came back a few moments later with snacks and promptly maneuvered you so that he was sitting behind/beside you on the couch.
Your back now enveloped by the warmth of his person and the heat pad pressed to your abdomen had you feeling as if you were blissfully melting.
He took the first chocolate bar, broke a piece off and held it to your lips
"Ah" he demanded, then chuckled as you snatched it from his fingertips "So are you calling work or am I callin' them?"
His fingers trailed to your lower back and started rubbing the sore skin in delicious circles that made you close your eyes and let out a low moan in delight
"Hmmm?" he hummed in your ear "What will it be, Cyar'ika?"
You whined softly in protest but waved your hand towards the comm
Your lover grinned and leaned over with his longer reach, snatching the item. He then held it out to you.
"Hey, if it's easier you can always blame it on me. I ain't got a problem with tha'"
"I think I can handle it" you chuckled dialing your work.
The call was short, thankfully
"-so I'm taking today off and hopefully I'll be in tomorrow. Bye" you shut the line before your boss could complain and then promptly turned it off.
No calls for you today
"Ah, that's what I thought~ My beautiful lady has better things to do today than be at that stupid place" he cooed kissing your shoulder
"That stupid place pays the bills" you reminded softly
"More chocolate..?" he asked dangling another square just above your lips
"Counter offer: chocolate and you?" you smiled
To this your beloved trooper grinned, popping the chocolate past your lips and kissing you sweetly. Hardcase was always a sweet man, but chocolate only added to it. You settled into his hold, content to know you'd be taken care of and be able to relax
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Jesse
It was late into the evening when the dreaded "lady time" reared it's ugly head. You had just been in the shower, were nice and clean and happy...when the cramps took you by storm.
You practically dropped everything in your hands and doubled over. And in doing so, felt what was undoubtedly NOT water from your shower trailing down your thigh.
But as you went to take a rushed step to your bedroom, your cramps came back and full force...and you?
You became fast friends with the floor.
Hearing your distressed yelp and the bang that followed only a heartbeat after, Jesse came tearing across your home and skidded across the floor to lock his gaze on your prone form
"Cyar'ika!" He practically yelled in surprise as he dropped to his knees and leaned over your form "Did you fall? Are you okay? What happened? What hurts?-"
The rapid fire questions felt like an onslaught of barrages of high powered shells to your poor head as the migraine set in, throbbing and squeezing your cranium from the inside out
You groaned in pain, unfortunately...you had done so just as Jesse had began to scoop you up.
He ripped his hands up into the air and away from your form, fear of hurting you saturated in his worried gaze
"I...what do you want me to do?" he asked with a bit of a wavering tone, his usual confidence dialed back and unsurity taking the reigns "I-I'll call Kix!"
He rushed off before you could stop him. So you resigned to your fate and stared at the ceiling in annoyance, mortification and pain.
Thankfully, Kix showed up quickly and actually took a moment to listen to you. And upon him finding out the reason behind it all...
"Jesse...why didn't you just ask her...?" the medic groaned, face covered by a hand
"I did ask bu-"
"Just...let's get her in bed, you can assist her in finding her supplies"
The duo helped you up, gingerly, and got you into bed. While Kix went to your kitchen to get your pain meds, and used such a reason as an excuse to be out of the room, Jesse located your supplies and brought them and new clothes to you
"You're sure, you're okay?"
You nodded softly as you fixed yourself up and pulled the warm clothes on. The moment you were done, Jesse took your towel and disposed of it in the hamper, then returned to your side and carefully began towel drying your hair.
"Everyone decent? I don't need to see more than one full moon tonight" Kix joked lightly as he knocked on the wall
"Everyone has clothes" you called back with a small smile
The medic entered the room with a warm grin and let his gaze drift between you and his brother, happy that things between you two were close and had a comforting air. He quickly crossed the room and gave you your medicine.
"I doubt you still need me here...but if there's anything else you need, you both can call me. Last thing I want is my favourite sister-in-law in agony"
"Sister in...what?" Jesse's tattoo crinkled as his brain went into a series of buffering
You just laughed softly, almost spit taking your water.
"With so many brothers, I'm sure I'm not your favourite significant other of theirs" you laughed softly
Kix didn't answer you, instead just smiled and looked between you and Jesse warmly
"Well, you know where to reach me. Take care of 'er Jess." he turned and began heading to the door "No more falls!" he yelled as he let himself out
"We're his favourite" Jesse laughed, tossing your hair towel towards the hamper.
He then delicately scooted himself in behind you, grabbed your remote and manevuered you in such gentility you wanted to cry.
In a matter of moments, you were wrapped in the plush, soft blankets, contained by strong and warm arms and your head was rested on your beloved's chest. A chest that housed a big and caring heart that thrummed with steady, slow beats.
Cozy and content, the pain in your abdomen quelling to a manageable throb and the blanket hiding you from the offending evening light, you snuggled into your lover's hold.
"Catastrophe behind us...you just relax an' lemme take care of you sweetheart...okay, Cyar'ika?"
You nodded your head languishly, exhaustion creeping in and taking it's hold.
Jesse smiled, his eyes crinkling a tad as he pressed his lips to your temple sweetly.
"You rest...I won't move from here. It'll be jus' us curled up in bed. General Yoda himself will have t' drag me out"
You giggled sleepily at the idea, a rumbling following your giggle and shaking you a little. 
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Echo (TBB)
It'd woken him up, the sudden shift in your bodily state that is. One moment he'd been happily sleeping, then next...not so much. You suddenly were sweating, not only that, the bed felt soaked. With a soft grumble, Echo woke himself up to figure out just what was going on.
His eyes squinted at nothing, blinking until they allowed him to see properly. He shifted the blankets to figure out what was going on there, only...to find what looked like a massacre had occured within the sheets.
Initial panic had him jolting out of bed and reaching to shake you awake. But before his good hand could grab you...he paused. Mind finally kicking in and whirring with sense, not instinct, as he realized what he actually was dealing with.
Echo stood up straight and let out a sigh. It'd come early this time...he noted as he looked at the reminder he had set to occur in a week and a half. A reminder to avoid you both being in a situation like this...
With a grumble under his breath, he went to the refresher to clean up the little bit that had soaked onto his own sleep bottoms and was on his stub had from when he accidentally leaned into the mess.
You stirred as you heard your name whispered out to you. Swatting at the sound, you tried to go back to sleep only to be shaken a little roughly.
You'd only just opened your eyes and met amber, when your body kicked into gear. You groaned loudly as the cramps set in and you couldn't help curl into a ball
"Period" Echo mumbled softly as to not wake anyone else up. Brushing your hair out of your face, he continued in that sweet and empathetic tone "Sorry Sweetheart, she's early this time"
You whined and buried your face into your pillow
"Almost 2 weeks early" he clarified
You whined again and kicked your legs into the mattress to further prove your immeanse displeasure at said fact.
Echo, chuckled sleepily and nodded in agreement. This was less than an ideal situation, it never was...but it was always worse when your body decided to give you two a curve ball.
"Come 'ere, let's get you in the shower. I'll fix the bed while you're in there"
Gingerly maneuvering you into his arms, Echo quickly took you to the shower and helped you get in. Once he was sure you were settled, he returned to your shared bed to strip the sheets.
You returned from the shower, whiny and sluggish with pain, to find your lover setting a new pair of pjs onto the bed for you. Also there was a new pair of panties and one of your usual items of choice for these times.
"You didn't have to" you mumbled softly clinging to your towel
"Yes, I did" he smiled, quickly reaching you and kissing your forehead
You leaned into his kiss and body, with a pout
"Get comfy, I'll get the painkillers and let Hunter know. I'm sure he's woken up from everything"
With that Echo briefly left you while you set to work.
Upon his return, your lover's subtle grin and the amused look in his gaze gave you a pretty good idea what'd happened.
"Painkillers, as promised" he cooed, settling back into bed with you "Then back to sleep, nice and cozy"
You nodded, took your medicine, marked the time, then snuggled right back in to sleep and into Echo's arms.
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Echo (501st)
It happens early, and not just early...but when you are out and about. So stuck in a stall in a refresher, you're left with no option but to comm your dear lover for assistance.
When Echo first gets your comm, having been waiting for you just outside the refresher he first tells you 'no'. He doesn't want to try sneaking into the ladies' room to only get beat with purses and bags - plus it would not paint other clones in a good light should nat-borns see him sneaking in. But, after you express what's going on, Echo relents. He opens the refresher door with his back to it then calls out that he's coming to aid you - just in case another lady is in there. But with no response, he hurries to the stall you said you were in and your purse is dangled from the gap above the stall door
"Can you reach it?" he whispered sounding flustered "I can try tossing it..."
"No, no...I got it" You laugh as take your purse.
The moment Echo feels you tug on your purse, he lets it slide from his grasp. He then tells you he's going to wait by the door, outside the room as he had before, but if you need more help to let him know.
Laughing softly to yourself, you clean yourself up and quickly join your trooper outside.
"I'm sorry Echo," you kiss his cheek trying to not grin at the red still dusting his cheeks "But I'm so glad you came to help me"
He nods a little stiffly but gently pulls you to snugly fit at his side.
"It's early. 'M pretty sure your calander said you weren't expecting it for a week" he mumbles softly trying to banish the heat in his cheeks
"Yeah...sometimes it does that... annoyingly" you wince as a particularly nasty cramp almost sends you doubling, but the pain is quick to subside - for now "Alright, let's get going"
You go to set back on your course the two of you were enjoying on a rare day out but find Echo unmoving
"What...?"
He looks at you sympathetically then gently grabs both your cheeks, tilting your face to meet his gaze as evenly as you both could manage.
"Let me take you home, we'll grab take out and I'll make everything cozy and soft for you" His words are soft and nothing but filled with love and a want to care for you.
You lean into his hold on your cheeks, squishing your face comically in the process. You hum in thought, in appreciation for just how nice that all sounds right now...
"But we're on a date" your words are wonky with your cheeks squished but you know he understands you fine
"Date's don't have t' be out and about- besides...I'd rather you be at ease and settled rather than gritting your teeth and barring the pain until we get home"
You cave instantly to his sweet words and beautiful gesture. And the moment you do, Echo's smile brightens a bit.
With not a hint of the earlier embaressment still having hold over him, Echo gives you an awkward peck on the lips - where both your faces got squished in the process to manage such an act - then trails his hands down to your biceps. His grip lingers there before he manevuers you. Until you're settled comfy on his back with your arms around his shoulders and your thighs in his hands.
You snuggle in to his form and relax the best you can to the trek home.
Where upon returning home (with the afformentioned pit stop on the way), Echo builds you both the most delightful comfy spot on your couch, sets out the food, gathers your pain meds and puts on your favourite movie, then waits to welcome you with open, caring arms when you return in your comfiest pjs
"You just relax, let me take care of you...okay Mesh'la?"
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mission first, right?
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Summary: You're plagued with doubts when Loki goes radio silent in the middle of a mission after being tasked to acquire intelligence in the possession of a drop dead gorgeous woman.
Pairing: Loki x Reader
Word Count: 2.6k
Warnings: massive angst hours; insecure reader; language [let me know if i missed anything!]
Things to be aware of: really not much plot to this; if i'm being honest, this is just a vent piece
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You knew it was a bad idea. Why didn't you listen to your gut when all this started a few months ago?
Oh. Right. You were too busy having said guts rearranged by your…what were you anyway? Friends with benefits? Booty calls with added perks? Lovers? You shuddered at that last word. Definitely not lovers. 
Dammit, you thought to yourself. I had my whole life planned out. Become a SHIELD Agent, level up in the ranks, qualify to try out for the Avengers program, become an Avenger. Getting into a situationship with Loki Laufeyson was not part of the plan, you bleeding nimrod.
Now you were here. Pacing the hotel room you two shared for this forsaken mission, waiting for him to return from seducing that absolute knockout of a target that you undoubtedly wanted to knock out with the butt of your standard issue pistol until her shiny new nose got dislodged from her perfectly nipped and tucked face. 
"We're going to need two of you to go undercover for this one," Rogers briefed the team. "Y/L/N. Laufeyson. You both haven't been spotted by the target, his daughter, or any member of their protection detail. Find the drive, clone it, bring it back here. By any means necessary." 
Upon Loki's raised hand, his brother responded with, "No, Loki, you may not kill unless it is deemed necessary by both you and Lady Y/N." 
"Yeah, Rock of Ages, so no stabbing." 
You didn't think that the drive was a trinket within the bracelet of Dasovich's daughter. That the procurement would require Loki's charms rather than your wiles. That you would have to listen to him use the same caressing tone that he'd used on you just a few short months ago that coaxed you into his bed. 
You didn't think it would hurt. To hear him use that tone with someone else. This was just supposed to be fun. An outlet for the both of you to release whatever pent up tension remained after training. Or missions that leaned more on the dangerous and violent rather than the clandestine and finessed. 
You were just supposed to be a means to each other's stress relief. An instrument towards a mutually reached orgasm. Nothing more. You didn't think—
Exactly, you fucking idiot, you didn't think, you hissed inwardly. You didn't think when you took him up on his offer, you weren't thinking when he first kissed you and slipped his tongue in your mouth, you weren't thinking the first time he used that same mouth and tongue to explore every fucking inch of your body, you weren't thinking the first or the second or the twelfth time he fucked you, and you sure as fuck weren't thinking when you fell in love with him.
"And now look where you are," you sighed into the empty room. 
The minutes turned into hours, with you on the precipice of getting on Tony's last nerve with your constant calls in of "Anything from Laufeyson?" every fifteen minutes, only to receive Steve's response of, "Sorry, Y/N. Still nothing. He must have removed his earpiece." 
"Can't imagine why," you said slyly on your last check in, receiving a chuckle from both Sam and Bucky. "But it's been hours shouldn't we go check on him?" 
"Maybe Horns just wants to be thorough," Sam quipped. "Can't blame him, that woman's practically a supermodel, I'd be thorough, too." 
Well you can't blame him but I sure as fuck can, you thought to yourself, Wilson's words cutting into your heart as if they were Loki's own daggers. "If he's not back in another fifteen minutes, I'm kicking the door in." 
"Jellybean, if Bambi's not back in ten, I'll send in his brother to get him." 
Then, as if on cue, the door to your room opened and in walked the raven-haired god, his suit pristine and not a hair out of place. As if you couldn't get any angrier; he couldn't even look disheveled after the fact because he could just put everything back in place with a wave of his hand. 
"Don't bother, Stark, he's here," you deadpanned. "Thanks." 
"Apologies, darling," he said, taking out his earpiece. "The drive took a while to clone." 
"I bet it did," you shot back, your tone unchanged. "Is she still breathing, at least?" 
"What? Of course she is, I swore not to kill her, did I not?" You felt him step closer to you, placing his hands on your upper arms. You shrugged him away. "Y/N?" He wrapped his arms around your waist; you maneuvered yourself out of his hold. "Darling?" He paused for a moment, probably noting the brass knuckles laid out on the desk next to your pistol, before he let out a chuckle. "Were you barging in to the room, dear Y/N? Come to rescue me?" 
You turned around to face him, the tears threatening to escape your eyes. "Sure, Laufeyson. Let's go with that." 
The amusement on his face melted away as he stepped toward you again. "My precious mortal--" You didn't bother trying to push him away as he pulled you into his arms, his hand gently cradling your head and stroking your hair. He took a breath. "Ask me. There's a question burning in your mind, so just ask me." 
"Do I even have to? Just so I get to hear the satisfaction in your voice when you say yes? I mean, I get it. Mission first and all that, sometimes we have to kill someone, sometimes we have to fuck someone. It comes with the job." 
"Y/N, stop this. Just ask me, so that I may tell you--"
"Loki I can't do this anymore." You rushed the words, as if they were a band aid you simply needed to rip off and everything would be over.
You felt him go frigid around you. "Darling, don't--"
"I can't go through this mission and then…what? We celebrate, we pretend that nothing happened, that you didn't use the same voice you used on me when we started this whole schtick between us on a mark? That you didn't use the exact same moves on her you did on me the second that her hotel room door closed? Hey, at least you had the courtesy to turn off your comms so I didn't have to hear her moan your name." 
"Please darling--"
"Might as well stop it now I mean I'm still hurt and I was still stupid, hell I was stupid to agree to this entire thing anyway. What was I thinking going into this with the bravado that I wasn't gonna fall in love," you chuckled darkly. "Stupid little mortal, right?"
"You—"
"But I'll be fine. Not like you'd care you probably have your next one lined up already. Is it her? Dasovich's daughter? I mean she is a looker I'll give you that, a knockout even. No you know what? Don't tell me. I don't wanna know. I don't want anything—"
"Stop," he commanded. "Before you say something you cannot rescind. You've said so much, and yet none of your suspicions could be further from the truth. Please, dear heart. Just ask me—"
"FINE!!" You pushed yourself away from him, forcing yourself to look at his face, desperately trying to find the tiniest indicators of him lying once he answered you. Fat chance of that happening, this is the literal god of lies you’re dealing with. You took a breath, your entire body shaking with a rage you couldn't contain anymore. "Was she any good?"
His brows furrowed. "What?"
"When you fucked her—"
"Y/N!" You flinched at his raised voice, the frustration that was evident in his face quickly subsiding for concern the moment a tear finally escaped your eye, rolling down your cheek. "I'm sorry," he said softly, his hands raised as if in surrender as he stepped closer to you. "My darling. My precious girl. Will you please give me a few minutes to tell you what happened?"
Instead of letting the words keep flowing, and letting yourself get louder and angrier, undoubtedly just leading to nothing but a scratched throat and a hollow heart, you gave him a wordless nod. Granted your heart would still be hollow at the end of tonight and you'd still need to nurse your wounded pride and ego, but at least you wouldn't have a scratched throat.
"I didn't touch her," he said calmly, his hands still held up, palms out, almost reaching out to you. 
"Why should I believe you?" you breathed out. You'd felt your strength waning. All you wanted was for this to be over already so that you could get another room, far away from him, and cry yourself to sleep. Though with how weak you already felt, you would probably just lie in bed with the tears streaming down the sides of your face until sleep finally overtook you.
"Because, darling, if you are in fact a stupid mortal, then I am a stupid god." Your breath hitched. Don't fucking say it, Loki, you shouted in your head. "I could not even stomach the thought of touching another. Not when I knew that the woman I love was waiting for me in our room, and every time I would think about committing myself fully to this mission, I could imagine the hurt in your eyes when I returned to you. I must say the reality is a much more agonizing than anything I could have conjured in my own mind." 
It was only then that he stepped closer, framing your face in his hands. When you blinked, more tears escaped your eyes. You didn't know if you could believe him, but you wanted to. Desperately. You wanted his words to be the truth. The woman he loved. How you wished it could be real.
"I enchanted her drink, darling. She's asleep. I didn't touch her. I couldn't. Not when I already belong to another. There is no 'next one', dear heart. There is only you. There will only ever be you." He laid his lips on yours in a tender kiss. "Truly the delay was not caused by a prolonged seduction, I could never do that to you. No mission could ever be worth harming you. I needed to scour her slumbering memories to find the location of the drive, the true drive. Our intel misled us. The intelligence she possessed was not upon a trinket around her wrist, but disguised as the jewel upon her shoes."
His words refused to sink in. You refused to accept them. Any of them. They resembled a dream you wished not to wake from. But that was all they were. A dream. These were pretty words fashioned from a pretty mouth. A silver tongue. Pretty words were his specialty; his poorly hidden superpower. With them he could get any unwitting victim to fold, bend to his will. 
And now he was using them on you. Again. 
"Stop," you pleaded. "Please, Loki I'm begging you." Your voice began to crack at your words. "When we started this, we were just having fun. It was stress relief. It's not fun anymore. It hurts. It makes me want to rip my heart out just so it stops hurting so much." You pulled his hands away from your face and began to sink to your knees. "That's it. I give. I can't anymore."
Panic colored his face as he saw what you were doing, and he wrapped an arm around you and pulled you straight to your feet. "No, my love. You do not kneel. Not you." He pressed a kiss to your forehead. "Never you." A kiss to your temple, then your cheek. "Y/N, please. I never wish to harm you, my precious girl. My dear heart." He proceeded to press kisses down to your neck, your clavicle, above your heart, until he reached your lower stomach. And there he stayed, hands on the sides of your thighs, his forehead pressed to your navel.
And then you realized that he had sunk to his knees. 
"I cannot lose you, Y/N. My heart would not bear the anguish of losing you." His arms wrapped around your legs, as if he refused to relinquish you from his hold. "This was never about fun for me, dear heart. This was about need. A need I'd never once felt in my life, for anyone. I needed to hold you, to taste you, to love you. But mostly, I needed you to know that I was yours. I need you to know now that I am yours. I need you to know that I--"
"Stop it," you pleaded helplessly. "Don't say it." 
"I will," he insisted. "Because I need you to hear me say it. I need you to know that I love you, and I will spend the rest of my days striving to make myself worthy of you. Why would I ever risk you for something as trivial as intelligence for a mission? You are the most precious thing in my life." His hands grasped yours, and he brought them to his lips, pressing desperate kisses to your knuckles. "Stay with me, my love." 
"Get up," you sobbed, trying to pull him up by your joint hands. "Please, Loki." You could barely breathe as he once again placed his hands on your sides and proceeded to press kiss after kiss on your clothed body as he rose to his feet once more. 
When he was upright once more, he hovered his lips over yours, pleading, "Don't leave me." 
"Don't hurt me," you whispered back.
"Never. I would never. I love you, Y/N. I should have told you sooner. I should have told you my plans, given you no room for doubt." He pressed his lips to yours, audibly exhaling in relief when he felt you kiss him back. "I'm sorry," he murmured against your lips repeatedly between kisses. "I beg of you, my love, don't leave me." 
"I won't," you answered in a rush. "I can't. I'm yours. I love you, too. Even when it hurt to, I loved you." 
"Tell me what to do. To make amends for hurting you so. Tell me and it will be done. Just don't tell me to let you go. I could never." As if to emphasize his point, he wrapped his arms around you in an unrelenting embrace.
"Just don't hurt me," you whispered into his chest. "I won't be able to take it if you do." 
You could hear his heart beat faster as he cradled your head in his hand, holding you as if you were so precious. "I swear, my darling mortal." 
The entire remainder of the night, he made good on his promise to make amends for the hurt his silence caused you, with every kiss, every caress ensuring that the pain you felt earlier that night was a distant memory by the time you'd both arrived back to the tower.
And then the declared to Steve and Fury that he would never partake in a task like that again. That in the future he will acquire the intelligence in his own way, without having to resort to flirtation or seduction. 
When they asked him why, he simply said, "No intel would ever be valuable enough to warrant hurting the woman I love in order to acquire it." 
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A/N: Let's be real…my brain went somewhere angsty and sad midway through reading the latest CF entry by @lokisgoodgirl (right before they started going at it in the mark's hotel room 😳😏), and it refused to leave that angsty and sad place until I finished writing this whew--
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lemon-jellybelly · 2 years
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watchin' you just ain't enough (I wanna taste the way you say the things you say)
The party is fun, but you and Jeremiah can have more fun on your own. Things get heated once you find some privacy.
title from the song "Taste" by Sawyer / crossposted to ao3 / gif by bethereforya
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Shayla and Nicole were practically shouting in your ear to be heard over the music, but you could still barely pay attention to what they were saying. It was hard to focus on anything when your boyfriend was across the room, knelt down, golden curls flopping back as he tilted his head to catch the liquor from the ice luge. You were mesmerized by the way his throat bobbed as he swallowed and couldn’t help but grin on your own as he wiped an arm across his boyish smile. He was so gorgeous that you weren’t the least bit ashamed when he glanced up and caught you staring. The wink he sent lit butterflies in your stomach, and you tried to cool down by taking a sip of your drink and turning back to the girls in an attempt of nonchalance.
It didn’t work. “I didn’t realize I was being so obvious,” you laughed as they watched you in amusement.
“It’s adorable.” Nicole insisted. “You guys are like, the perfect picture of young love.” A blush warmed your ears as you took another, longer sip.
“And besides, who can blame you?” Gigi added, having joined while you were distracted. “Jeremiah looks really good tonight.” Her eyes lingered a bit too long as she continued, “he always looks really good.”
“You don’t have to remind me.”
Gigi nodded in response, lifting her arms in a show of retreat.
She was right, though, of course. While Jeremiah was always eye-catching, his white shirt was crisp enough to make his summer tan glow and just short enough to offer a glimpse of his lean torso every time he lifted his arms. Which, thanks to the current round of beer pong, was often.
It wasn’t long after you finally tore your eyes away from Jeremiah that he came in search of you. You were mid-laugh when a familiar pair of arms circled around your waist and hugged you to his body.
You let your head loll back onto his shoulder so that you could look up and greet him quietly. “I brought you a drink.” He said, tapping your thigh with the red cup in one hand.
“I have a drink,” you said, holding it up as proof.
“Yeah, but this one is fresh.” He enticed you, raising an eyebrow. “Only the best for my girl.”
You couldn’t help but beam back at him. “Well, who am I to say no to that?” You exchanged cups, Jeremiah handing you the full drink and chugging your half-empty one in its place.
When he finished, he ducked his head down to kiss your exposed shoulder, your neck, below your ear. A shiver ran through your body and though you hid behind your drink, you soon gave up on trying to keep a straight face for the girls. There was no question of who had your attention, and you wanted to soak it in without an audience.
You barely even finished asking Jeremiah if he wanted to take a lap around the party before he was tugging you by hand out of the room, and you waved mischievously at your friends as you left. You said brief hellos as the two of you made your way through the house, nodding to Steven as he mixed a drink and cheering on Belly as she crushed Conrad in flip cup. You knew the upstairs was technically off limits, but you said nothing as Jere led you up and through the first open door he found.
“Is this Haley’s bedroom?” You asked, examining the walls as Jeremiah locked the door. You’d never met the host of this party, but the girl in the photos looked about your age. You took a final sip, letting the buzz course through you, before placing your cup on the white vanity.
“I would assume so.” Jeremiah shrugged, taking your hands and turning you to face him. “But that’s not really my focus right now.”
You raised your eyebrows. “Oh? So what is?”
With a smirk, he cupped your chin to lift your lips to his own. As much as you loved to tease him, you loved to kiss him more, and so you gave in. As you made out, Jere slowly walked you both backward, until his legs hit the bed and he lowered himself down. His hands trailed down your back, shoulder blades to spine, hips to thighs, where at last he gripped you and pulled you down to straddle him. You giggled but the laughter quickly faded away as he slid his tongue into your mouth.
One hand remained at the back of your thigh and the other grasped your waist, holding you flush against him, as your own arms slid to lock behind his neck. “Jere,” you whispered against his lips, and he hummed.
“Sounds so good when you say my name.” He murmured, lips tracing down your jaw to attach to your neck.
“Jere.” You repeated, a bit more insistently, tugging gently on a curl at the base of his skull. He moaned quietly against your throat before sucking the skin, hard, eliciting a gasp that had your back arching into his chest. One of Jeremiah’s hands crept tantalizingly up your shirt to slide under the band of your bra, pressing you even further into him, if that was possible.
He was moving back up to kiss you when a knock reverberated on the door and you froze, faces barely a centimeter apart. Neither of you moved, hoping whoever it was would walk away, until a second knock pounded on the door and you glanced over your shoulder.
“Ignore it.” Jeremiah whispered, and you stood no chance against his sparkling blue eyes. You hesitated, but his fingers pressed lightly into your skin, bringing your focus back to him. With practiced ease, he peeled off your top, stroking the bare skin revealed along the way. If another knock came after that, you didn’t hear it.
You kissed him urgently and he responded so, deftly unclasping your bra next and tossing it to the floor. His hands were warm as he cupped your breasts, thumbing over your nipples until you whimpered. “That’s it,” he encouraged between kisses. “Let me hear you.”
“Feels good,” you sighed. But it wasn’t enough; you needed to feel his skin against yours. You sat back just enough to reach for the hem of his tee and pull it over his head, tousling his hair in the process. There was a moment before he pulled you back in, in which you admired his taut muscles and smooth skin, only to realize his eyes were combing over you the same way.
“I love your body.” He said, fingers now trailing up and down your sides. “I love you.”
You bit your lip, still shy in front of Jeremiah despite it all. “I love you more.”
For a beat, he could only gaze at you in admiration. Then, with a slight shake of his head, as if in disbelief at his luck: “come back here.”
You obliged gladly, rolling your hips back onto his lap and feeling him, hard, underneath you.
He raised his pelvis slightly to grind harder against you. Your ensuing moan was all the permission he needed to reach for your waistband. The button on your shorts released easily, and Jeremiah wasted no time in slipping his hand down the front to press against you through your panties.
His fingers easily found your clit and worked up a steady pace that had you whining into his mouth. “Fuck, baby, please,” you babbled. It was so good, but it wasn’t enough to make you cum and he knew that; he reveled in making you beg for him.
“Please what?” He asked innocently. You dropped your head to his shoulder and moaned as he increased the pressure and therefore friction against the dampening fabric. “Tell me, sweetheart, what do you need?”
You panted as he continued toying with you. “Need to cum. Please make me cum, Jere.” You could see his pupils dilate in the time it took for him to close the gap and kiss you again, harder and messier than before. You were getting so, so close. He could feel it, your body trembling against him, so it was entirely cruel when he stopped suddenly. You let out a cry. “No, no, no.” You begged. “Please don’t stop.”
“Just for a second.” He promised soothingly, tugging down your shorts. “Just want to get you out of these, want you to come around me.” True to his word, it only took a moment to rid you both of your remaining clothes and grab a condom from Jeremiah’s wallet. Then you were back in his lap, hot skin on hot skin, and then, with matching sighs, he was inside you. Your bodies fit together with ease, the once-burning stretch as he filled you now comfortably familiar.
“You’re so fucking hot,” you exhaled, tangling your hands into his hair and pulling lightly. “You feel so good.” His response was a broken moan, and the sound had your stomach fluttering.
With the guiding help of his hands on your hips, you built up a rhythm that had you both keening as you rocked back and forth. “God, you’re so tight.” Jeremiah muttered breathlessly. This only encouraged you to pick up your pace, and he tipped his head back, exposing his throat for you to lick. “Oh, fuck, yes. That’s my girl.”
The words had an unexpected effect on you, and you nipped at his throat before speaking. “Say it again.”
He tilted his chin enough to eye you. “You’re my girl. Always.” He didn’t wait for a response but brought your lips back together. Your movements were somewhat limited by your refusal to peel your upper body away from his, but both of you were satisfied by the depth he reached every time you sank back down on his cock. In fact, you may have been able to cum just like that, but you weren’t one to complain when Jeremiah wet his thumb on your tongue and brought it down to circle your clit. A steady chorus of gasps and mewls fell from your mouth at the added stimulation, but Jere wanted more. “You don’t have to be quiet, baby,” he urged. “It’s so loud out there, no one can hear, tell me how good you feel.”
You immediately acquiesced, letting your jaw relax and the sounds flow out. “I feel so full,” you whimpered. “I want this all the time, wanna be able to feel it tomorrow.”
“Yeah?” He egged you on breathlessly. “Want to walk around with a reminder of me? You can’t get enough, can you?”
“Mm-mm.” You hummed. “Always want more of you. Next time, want you to cum inside me. I want to feel it.”
You could feel his abs clench at your words. “Oh, fuck.” He groaned. “Fuck, that’s so hot. You’re gonna make me cum now if you’re not careful.”
“Want you to.” You encouraged him, but he was determined to get you off first. He dropped his head to lap and suck at your nipples, fingers speeding up below, and it wasn’t long until Jeremiah could feel you tightening around him. As you got closer, his movements lessened in skill but increased in passion, until he had you right on the brink, chest heaving, thighs trembling.
“So goddamn gorgeous.” He said, taking you in. “Come on baby, come for me.” He fucked you through your orgasm, swallowing your cries and supporting your shaky body with an arm across your lower back. The overstimulation was beginning to border on painful when his own muscles tightened and he came, too. You loved the way he looked like this: a sheen of sweat at the root of his messy curls, ocean eyes two shades darker than normal, jaw strong despite his open lips. He may have hooked up with other guys and girls before, but now he was yours, all yours, only yours. He was flirty and friendly with everyone, but this? This was just for you.
Satiated, you were both catching your breath and neither of you made a move to separate yourselves. “Love you,” you told him again, nuzzling into his collarbone.
He cradled you against him with both arms, pressing his lips at the top of your head. “I love you, too.” You rested this way for a moment, listening to his heartbeat and inhaling his scent: a sweet mixture of sweat, sunscreen, and shampoo. Above you, he tilted his head and closed his eyes, resting his cheek against your head. This was comfortable yet exhilarating, safe but bold. This was love.
The spell was broken by a sudden pounding on the door, followed by an determined attempt to turn the locked handle. When this failed, a desperate voice came through the wall: “whoever’s in there, you better not be fucking on my bed!”
You and Jeremiah caught each other’s eyes with matching guilty grins. “I won’t tell if you don’t.” And with one last kiss, you sealed the deal.
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behrads-world · 2 years
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SPOILERS FOR SEASON 3 OF TUA
Warnings: Drinking and references to smut but no actual smut.
Enjoy please
- N <3
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Why you had been invited to Luther’s bachelor party when you should’ve been hanging with the girls, you have no idea.
But you weren’t complaining because it means you get to spend whatever time you have left close to five.
“Can’t believe Luther is the first one of us that get hitched” says Diego, intently watching the horrible performance going on in front of you. You couldn’t blame him though, he was getting married.
Wow, Luther was getting married and you were still sitting here, hiding your feelings from the boy you wished to call your own.
Good for him
“I can, I caught him marrying action figures in ,like, third grade” Viktor adds on to his brother.
“Did not” Klaus whines.
You snuck a glance at five as he took another sip of his drink. If he kept up his pace he would be wasted by the end of the night.
But then again, he deserved it. He’s been working himself to the bone for the past 27 days.
It was when Five met your gaze that you looked away, focusing on the conversation happening around you.
“This isn’t how I pictured our bachelors party, you know?” Diego spoke again, gesturing with his hands.
Klaus added his two cents in “well, the world’s running a little short on strippers and tea cakes right now”
“Just surprised you didn’t invite daddy dearest to come join us” Five spoke up. Gosh, his voice was enough to make your knees weak.
“Oh come on. He’s such a kind and thoughtful soul He’s not like our hargreeves.” You loved Klaus don’t get me wrong but he was too trusting. He thought a man like your father could change.
You scoffed “As if, dad? Being kind?” You shook your head at that. Even if the world was ending you would never trust that man.
“Let me finish” Klaus raised his glass at you, a silent plea “but I’ll admit I needed a break from the old dog”.
Nothing I can say, total eclipse of the heart
Luther finished singing his solo, dropping the microphone on the floor as he made his way off the stage.
“What are you SOBs so down in the mouth about? This is a party” Luther takes a seat next to Viktor.
“I’m so glad we got to go out with a big ol bang while we still can” Klaus say’s. “Hey, here’s to us” he stands so abruptly you almost drop your glass.
Everybody stood from their seats to join the toast “we’ve had a hell of a run.”
A series of small “ cheers” sounded followed by the clicking of the glasses.
“Who's next?” Diego asked after he sipped his drink.
“Oh, that’d be me” Five was the last person you’d expect to take up a karaoke offer. “Cause I have finally come to a decision.”
“So what’s it going to be, maestro?”
“It’s going to be a duet my friend” You take your seat again as five and Klaus clamber onto the stage, preparing for their duet.
“Now I’ve had the time of my life.” Five began the song.
In the years of knowing him you had never heard him sing, albeit it wasn’t that good considering his (almost) drunk state.
No I’ve never felt this way before, yes I swear it’s the truth and I owe it all to you.
“I’m going to do it” you announced the decision that you settled on a while ago.
It was quite enough for Luther, Viktor and Diego to hear.
Viktor gave you a knowing look, Diego gave a small nod. And Luther looks utterly confused.
“Do what?” The man asks, to satisfy his curiosity. But you were already detached from the topic, looking over at five.
“Ohhh” You could tell he came to his senses and finally realized what you meant.
“It’s on her bucket list,” Diego added.
Five ushered Luther onto stage with them, “ Viktor, Viktor don’t be shy, you too Diego” you laughed at the siblings misfortune.
“I see you over there laughing (y/n), get up here” and he wouldn’t really need to ask you twice, he’s practically handing you the perfect opportunity.
This could be love because I’ve had the time of my life, no I’ve never felt this way before.
Yes I swear it’s the truth and I owe it all to you
Now was perfect
“Everyone I have an announcement to make” you could hear the slur in your words, you didn’t even realize you had drank that much.
The singing stopped as everyone turned their attention to you.
“Recently I have been feeling…well, feelings” Did that even make sense? “and not only is that feeling because of the new found family I have in you all” you gestured to them.
“There was also a feeling of loneliness, but that feeling went away as soon as I met this lil psychopath” you made eye contact with five and you could see the small smile gracing his features.
“You showed me a world I never thought existed and you were there when I needed you most, and now I’m seeing the world dissolve into oblivion and I’m realizing that this is the only chance I have, even if it doesn’t go my way”
You pull up your pant leg and go down on one knee, you might be making a fool of yourself but you don’t seem to care.
“Five hargreeves, I love you”
The smile fell from his face and you knew you messed up. Why would you do something so stupid?
The handler warned you that five never loved anyone but himself but you chose not to listen to her.
You stopped your little show and got off your knee and balanced yourself on both legs again. “I’m sorry that was stupid, I just didn’t want to have this burden on my heart”
“At least I could say I try” you were already planning out the rest of the night, Holed up in your designated room berating yourself for your actions.
You turned to begin the walk of shame to your room.
You were startled when five blinked in front of you. With barely anytime for you to react he pulled you in, smashing his lips onto yours.
There was no way you could describe it other than fireworks, like you two were just made for each other, made to be with each other.
The kiss was soft yet fierce at the same time, it portrayed the emotions you knew he was too afraid to show.
When he pulled away, you missed the warmth. You barely registered the siblings cheering from behind you.
“Then what are we waiting for, let’s spend whatever time we have left with each other” and with that he blinked you both out of the lounge.
You landed gracefully onto the mattress below, face up, gaining a clear view of five unknotting his tie.
Whilst his fingers worked in his tie he slotted himself between your open legs and bent to plant another kiss to your lips.
“I love you too”
This was the best way to spend your last night on earth.
💍
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cancerian-woman · 2 years
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A rough draft of an excerpt that belongs to this au:
“Good morning,” Bonnie whispered, peeping her head out on the back porch. Of course, this is where Klaus would be. Sitting on the deck, listening to the birds chirp while chatting with their daughter. “I was wondering where you two went. You know I hate the silence of a empty room.” 
Klaus was rocking an active two-month old Hazel. “Sorry, my love, the littlest witch had awoken and I couldn’t resist. She’s exquisite company.” After easing the infant gently inside her bassinet. Klaus’ sped from the rocking chair and back with Bonnie on his lap.
Klaus could list a heavy amount of things he missed with Hope. All of her firsts went to Rebekah. On and off fighting with Hayley upon Hope’s return. Missing four years of her life from Marcel’s prison. Now, he’s adding onto that time because of the hollow. Those are secrets and anguish from another life that he will hold until he can properly explain it to Bonnie.
“Sometimes I still can’t believe she’s real.” Bonnie replied, resting on Klaus’ torso as she holds Hazel in her arms examining her features as usual. She’d never be this tiny again. Brown skin, just like her mother’s. Green eyes inherited from her great-grandfather on her mother’s side. Maybe, the next will take up after Klaus.
“Yes, I carried her for months. Made plans with you for her nursery. The shopping—but that doesn’t matter! She’s here and perfect. Is it weird that everything I’ve ever done seems insignificant compared to her? I always wanted a full home so I didn’t feel alone.”
“No,” Klaus said, admiring the warmth that filled his body watching Hazel smile and coo back at her mother. “You were always saving the day. That doesn’t mean because you saved the day it gave you joy. Hazel, was and is your choice.”
Now that held some truth. Servant of nature is what a witch was supposed to be. Not everyone could be a Bennett witch even if Bonnie willingly gave her powers up.
“Caroline and Stefan emailed me. They want me to write the real history on Bennett witches for the boarding school.” Bonnie shrugged, lowering Hazel down to her breast to feed. While Klaus tugged her tank-top off her shoulder. “While Alaric is requesting talismans and other Bennett artifacts to show the students.”
“And, you don’t want that at all.” Klaus said, raising a brow. Not that he blamed her. A Bennett grimoire and a vial of blood in the wrong hands suddenly becomes a wild card for a supernatural.
“Absolutely not.” Bonnie agreed, cradling the curly head of her daughter. “I don’t think anyone else is deserving to write my family’s history but me.” She declared. “Giving up Bennett artifacts just sounds like an accident waiting to happen. Pictures exist for a reason.”
Kissing at Bonnie’s temple. “They could make a statue in your honor. I think that is just as fitting.”
“It is, since I’m the reason Mystic Falls isn’t a wiped out town on the map. A statue and plaque should’ve been made when the school was.”
“I could build one for you in our backyard,” Klaus remarks. “Right, in the center.”
“Can we put a raincheck on that statue? There’s a ritual Bennett witches perform after an infant is born. We do it during celestial events. I never had mine but I need Hazel to have hers. She’ll be sheltered by the spirits in all ways.”
Klaus’ eyes go wide for a moment. “I wasn’t aware those occurred. Ayana had four daughters and never practiced those.”
“You didn’t know she did those. It’s really private event. Witches of the past and present attend. The bloodline wants each off-spring prepared. All our daughter has to do is show up and be cute.”
“We can do anything you want.” Klaus agrees. Hope never had a coven of witches to shelter her upon birth and accept her immediately with open arms. If the ritual is performed on Hazel that can restrict the Hallow or anyone else for that matter from chasing after the Bennett’s.
“Our daughter should meet my wolf form.“ Klaus blurts out after.
“I think she’d like that.”
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madelynhimegami · 7 months
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About twenty years ago (probably closer to nineteen), I finished my playthrough of Harvest Moon: A Wonderful Life.
This morning, I finished my (first?) playthrough of the A Wonderful Life remake.
Well before I finished, I decided I wanted to make a post talking about it, giving my general thoughts on it. And I'll probably just end up rambling. Who knows if it's at all interesting to people but. Here goes.
Being able to save and load anywhere at any time is such a game changer. Holy moly. Even though I didn't really have to do a whole lot of reloading (except where fishing requests were concerned). But it still felt very good to have.
On a related note, the remake is so transparent about its mechanics, it's amazing. I know that AnWL already had some tranparency added to it (especially wrt your kid), but just. Having as much info as the remake gives you, at all times, is nuts. Makes things so much easier to finagle around.
Likewise, thank god for automatically recording cooking recipes. It was already practically impossible to remember how to make anything in the GCN games. The fact that the Harvest Sprites gave you a new recipe every day also helped. As did telling you when your cooking skill levelled up, because the GCN games didn't tell you anything.
Characters actually sound distinct now! The thing about mediocre localizations is that you don't know what you're missing out on until you get a good localization. And wow, the amount of personality shown by having characters speak differently adds a shocking amount.
Even with all of the QOL updates... the main thing that makes me never wanna touch the GCN games again is that they're a lot less bugged. I once again blame the old localization.
(you think there's weird stuff going on in the remake. you have no idea.)
That being said, aside from being able to select your pronouns at the start of the game, the cast (including yourself) don't really do much of anything to gender you. AnWL gave me so much gender euphoria before I even knew what it was. (Not to mention the FoMT remake set the bar for being gay in a way that AWL is set up couldn't really replicate). So... who knows. Maybe I'll end up replaying it someday anyway.
Granted, I say that, but as I was typing that sentence I thought about how the event for giving your toddler a bath was broken so that you could not give him one. Instead of a Yes/No prompt the game just said "Several days later..." and then continued like you had said no. Maddening.
Nuts to it, someone just give me an annotated textdump.
After so much hemming and hawing about who to marry in the remake, I ended up just marrying Nami again. One part autistic lesb solidarity, one part her kid being so goshdang powerful. Either way, I joked about how nothing about me had changed in twenty years.
Once I got to chapter two, I started screencapping like crazy. Got almost 400 of them on my switch now. I just wanted to note everything I could about what my darling baby girl was doing throughout her life. Also my wife.
In my original playthrough, even though I tried to influence my son into either art or academics, he ended up becoming a farmer. But then again, I also didn't understand how to influence him optimally. Which sounds awful out of context. Oh well, at least his life was mostly organic.
I managed to get my daughter into academics before chapter two ended. Probably the most interesting thing that happened was how her dialogue changed. She started reciting her ABC's to herself, and mumbled about books, and said that gemstones were like puzzle peices. It was darling.
Since I've only played the entire game with Nami's child, though, I do wanna replay the game just so that I can see what a different kid is like.
Problem is, it just brings back the marriage problem. And the child career problem, because even if I marry Muffy, like hell will I raise an athlete (but I don't want scholar again... but also if they're an artist they run away from home after the game ends, which is kinda messed up).
A lot of people in the village make comments about how air conditioning isn't good for people's health. They did that in the original game too, if memory serves, but it's still weird. Is this a thing in Japan, or was the person that wrote those parts of the dialogue have a vendetta of some kind?
This is another thing that I know got changed in AnWL, but I'm still so glad that chapters are only one in-game year long. There's a special kind of pain to get to the end of the year, only to learn there's more you need to play before you see your kid get older.
Despite that, I still got a whole lot done, to the point that I spent most of the last two years just idling because I had nothing else to do. Same way I got to the endgame of the original, come to think of it.
I never bought the teddybear. I wasn't gonna do it when my daughter was a teen by the time I had the money. I'm not that dumb. Doesn't do anything but be spoopy anyhow.
I seem to remember the seed maker being instant in the GCN game. If it was, it got seriously debuffed in the remake-- you can only put up to twelve crops in at a time, and it takes 20 in-game hours for the seeds to be produced. Obviously meant to balance how absurdly high tree seeds could be sold for, but the prices were already slashed to pieces, so it was just overkill and made it hard to keep up with what crops I did or didn't have seeds for.
I genuinely hope I never have to make nine of each rare crop again. I mean, technically I never had to anyway, but I did and it was so much pain.
Cows are absurdly expensive in the remake. I guess it's to balance the fact that there's no limit on how long cows can be milked, but
here's the dirty secret
If you have a cow and a bull, they'll mate on their own without you needing to order for it. My cows in the GCN games were constantly getting pregnant. Anyone who complains about cows going dry was doing it wrong.
Sheep are significantly more affordable, though. So I ended up getting mostly those instead.
That being said, a star/brown/marble cow giving S Milk (and the latter two getting their milk processed into butter and cheese respectively) does give you more profit than golden wool does... until you get the Blessed Clippers and you start getting two bundles of wool per sheep (which is insane). But wowie are they expensive...
My new personal hell is having a dozen sheep following me around to scream at me. Did they do that in the original(s)? I never bothered with them....
I'm still sad Flora's not a marriage candidate.
As I mentioned, I was basically without anything to do by the end of the game. Which makes the infinite postgame chapter's existence kinda funny? I don't know what else I'd want to do with that, since as far as I've been able to tell nobody has new dialogue.
No really. I can't even 100% the game anymore because Van stops selling goats, I have over 5 million G, I've grown each one of every plant, caught every fish, dug up all the digsite items, and have all in-game achievements. What would I wanna keep playing for?
Also, why isn't Nina in said postgame chapter? If it's the afterlife anyway, then she should be there too, dangit!
I still don't understand why the dog is trainable.
The player's child is so adorable. I love my daughter so much, she's such a sweetheart.
Wish her self-esteem wasn't so low from chapter 3 onwards, though... another reason to see the game married to somebody else.
I am so grateful there's no friendship decay for the villagers.
What a great game.
And now, some of me rambling about my history with the series:
I don't know what drew me to the original AWL game. All I knew is that there was coverage of it in an issue of Nintendo Power, and I just kept reading and re-reading it. I had a couple friends that swore by the HM games (in particular, 64 and StHL), but beyond that I guess something about it intrigued me to the point that it became a game I really wanted. Had a plan of how I would run the farm and who I'd marry. And counted the days before I finally got it (must've been a birthday or Christmas present).
And I played through it, beginning to end. Despite my brother scorning it. Despite one of the friends that swore by HM64 thinking it was such a watered down derivative it made him laugh several times even as he tried playing it himself.
I also got the girl version when it came out. Don't remember how I afforded it, but I remember that I was too embarrassed by wanting it to let anyone know I did get it but myself. Never managed to finish it, but boy howdy did it have a lot of gender euphoria. I got to be a mom.
...I tried other HM games since. I got Magical Melody (which I recall using Action Replay to turn my player character into a girl that make perfect sense to me now but I don't know what I had been thinking at the time), but dropped it shortly after my wife started expecting.
I got both versions of HMDS (mermaid wife yes please), but only stuck with them for about two or three in-game years each.
I got Isle of Happiness, but honestly the fact that every item had decay to it stressed me to the point I couldn't play without Action Replay codes to keep everything top quality and freshness forever-- and even then the crap you gotta juggle is crazy. Played long enough to marry the Witch though, so that ruled.
I got Hero of Leaf Valley, and that one I actually stuck through to the end (including forgetting how many zeros were in fifty thousand and ended up raising up half a million G before the second year's end), but got too paralyzed with indecision on who to marry (it was mainly between Gwen and Aurelia, since I read that Alice couldn't be raised to red heart after the credits. Game seemed to have thought I had my sights set on Lyla, though).
I tried Rune Factory 4... but something about it just didn't vibe with me so I bounced early.
Every now and then, I thought about going back to A(n)WL, or maybe trying a different one. Never did, though. And Stardew or other inspired's didn't ever really grab me.
And yet I inhaled the chance to play the AWL remake when the time came. And now I've finished it. Go figure. I'm still not sure what it is about that game specifically that calls to me.
I think the amount of interactability with your kid is a big factor, though.
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spicykaraage · 7 months
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After Training - Story Translation
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[Prologue]
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Tezuka: Huff… huff…
Tsuge: One round left! Raise the speed to the max!
All: Yes!!
Momoshiro: Finally done…! I ran as fast as I could…
Ryoma: Hey, Momo-senpai. Can you not lean back against me.
Ryoma: You’re heavy.
Momoshiro: Whoops, sorry.
Kawamura: Momo and Echizen take pride in their endurance, but even they’re worn out from all that.
Oishi: They’ve really upped the ante with this hypoxic training now, so I don’t blame them.
Oishi: Even Eiji who has a lot of experience with this said he was struggling. Are you okay, Tezuka?
Tezuka: Yes.
Kawamura: It’s been about a week since they started adding this hypoxic training after practice, but I’m still not used to it.
Tezuka: I’m not under the impression that it’s simply for more training. I believe theres another purpose to it…
Tsuge: That concludes today’s practice!
Tsuge: And an announcement: starting tomorrow, a special training regimen shall be held.
Ryoma: Special training?
Kawamura: Starting tomorrow… That’s pretty short notice.
Momoshiro: What’ll we be doing?
Tsuge: You will be training for several days at a high elevation campsite.
Tsuge: There will be temperature differences due to the change in elevation as well. Be sure to prepare yourselves.
Tsuge: That is all. Dismissed!
All: Thank you very much!
Oishi: We’re really gonna be training in a high altitude? I guess now would be the best time.
Kawamura: It’s pretty hot down here at this camp, so it’ll be a lot cooler up there.
Kawamura: This’ll be another addition to our progress.
Tezuka: Yes, it will.
Tezuka: However, this training is completely new to us, so we may run into unexpected incidents.
Tezuka: Everyone, don’t let your guards down.
Ryoma: Got it.
[Episode 1]
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Kirihara: High altitude training, huh.
Kirihara: I’ve heard about it on TV and other stuff, but what exactly is it supposed to do?
Kaidoh: Marathoners do it, it’s probably to increase your stamina.
Inui: That’s right. In addition, your oxygen levels and intake are supposed to improve.
Yanagi: In short, it’s training so that your body will become less fatigued.
Kaidoh: Sounds like my kind of training, then.
Kirihara: Nice, you would know all about it, senpais!
Yanagi: Gathering data on our training is essential.
Mizuki: So it appears our hypoxic training was in preparation for this high altitude training.
Kaidoh: So hypoxic training and high altitude training go hand in hand?
Inui: We’ll be facing changes in atmospheric pressure, oxygen levels, and environmental differences.
Mizuki: Therefore, it’s necessary for us to train and get our bodies more accustomed to higher altitudes.
Kirihara: …So what?
Yanagi: So it means the hypoxic training we’ve been doing was to prepare us for this high altitude training.
Kirihara: Oh, I see!
Kaidoh: How did it not click the first time.
Chitose: Whatcha guys talking about?
Mizuki: We’re discussing tomorrow’s training.
Chitose: Oh right. I’ve never done this kind of training before, hopefully it’ll be fun.
Chitose: Maybe it’ll improve the Selfless State, it’ll be good to push myself even further.
Mizuki: Try not to get too wrapped up in it and burn yourself out.
Chitose: Haha, I’ll be careful.
[Episode 2]
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Fuji: We’ve pretty high on the mountain now. The air’s getting cooler.
Tezuka: It’ll be cold now that we’re in higher elevation. We should close the windows.
Fuji: Oh yeah? Good thing I brought my jacket with me then.
Oishi: Even still, I’m excited to be training in a place with clean air.
Oishi: We may even be able to see more stars at night since we’ll be higher up.
Ryoma: What’s this campground gonna be like?
Kikumaru: I’ve actually heard good things about it.
Fuji: Good things?
Kikumaru: Yeah! I heard we’ll be staying in a beautiful cottage and be picking fruits and vegetables!
Kikumaru: We’ll definitely be eating good.
Tezuka: Oh…
Ryoma: Well that’s better than I was expecting.
Fuji: Glad to hear we’ll be doing other stuff that isn’t just training.
Kikumaru: The campsite is actually a pretty popular glamping area.
Kikumaru: I can’t wait to explore it~
Oishi: I’m surprised you have all this energy after that training we did.
Fuji: Are you interested, Tezuka?
Tezuka: About?
Fuji: I figured you’d be a little happy since we’re going to the mountains.
Tezuka: We’re going to train, not have a vacation.
Fuji: Fufu… If you say so.
Tezuka: …
[Episode 3]
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Kite: So this is the campground. It looks quite pleasant if you ask me.
Kai: C…
Kite: ? What is it, Kai-kun.
Kai: So cold!!
Hirakoba: It really has gotten cold now that we’re higher up.
Chinen: The wind is really chilly.
Tanishi: Ughh, I want something warm to eat!
Kite: You’re all pathetic. Complaining simply because of the cold.
Kite: They told you to prepare for this, did they not.
Kai: Yeah, but I didn’t expect it to be this drastic.
Hirakoba: For real. Let’s just start this training or whatever.
Chinen: …
Tanishi: What’s up?
Chinen: It’s better behind Kei-kun since the wind won’t hit you.
Tanishi: So I’m a windshield now, huh!
Hirakoba: Oh, yeah I don’t feel the wind anymore.
Kai: Chinen, Rin, don’t hog him. I wanna get behind him too.
Hirakoba: Hey, don’t push me out of the way.
Chinen: We were here first.
Kite: Good grief…
Kite: So you’re all going to play oshikura manjuu now, are you.
Tsuge: Gather around, everyone!
Tsuge: Today all of you will be doing circuit training.
Tsuge: Put your belongings away, then return here after. Dismissed!
All: Yes!!
[Episode 4]
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Ryoma: Kuh… It’s harder doing sit-ups, my body feels heavier…!
Kintarou: Is this another “hypoxic” thingy?
Krauser: Huff, huff…
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Ryoma: I didn’t expect the air to be so thin…
Krauser: The slightest movement makes it hard to breathe…
Kintarou: What, you two already tired?
Ryoma: Never said that.
Ryoma: You look pretty winded, Kintarou. Are you tired?
Kintarou: It’s hard, but I can keep going!
Kintarou: Hey, let’s move onto the next training. We should have a competition!
Ryoma: It’s always a competition with you, isn’t it…?
Ryoma: Well, either way I won’t lose.
Krauser: I can keep going as well…!
Kintarou: Alright! C’mon, let’s go.
Yuuta: …
Mizuki: You’re interested in what they’re up to?
Yuuta: Not really, I just don’t wanna lose either.
Yuuta: I need to be keep training and adapt to this new environment…
Mizuki: You want to do your best as an upperclassman, I see.
Mizuki: A good attitude to have. Now, let’s move onto the next training session.
Yuuta: Right!
[Episode 5]
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Koharu: Huff, huff…
Yuuji: Koharu, are you okay!?
Koharu: Oh, Yuu-kun. I can’t do it… any longer…
Yuuji: Koharu!
Tezuka: What’s wrong, you two.
Oishi: He’s fallen over…! He must not be doing so hot…
Koharu: My heart was pounding against my chest, and my breath grew faint…
Koharu: But when I looked at Yuu-kun, I…
Yuuji: Koharu, wait a minute, Ko—
Tezuka: The hypoxic conditions must’ve really put a strain on you. You should stop your training and move lightly.
Yuuji: What the hell, you just interrupted my punchline.
Tezuka: Mm… Is that so.
Oishi: Was that supposed to be a gag? You had me worried…
Koharu: I do appreciate the concern, though.
Koharu: But I won’t deny that the air here is rather stifling…
Tezuka: Here, drink some water.
Tezuka: You’ve been sweating a lot. Be careful and keep yourself hydrated.
Oishi: We need to look out for each other with this training.
Koharu: You two are as sweet as can be, how won-der-ful…
Yuuji: You cheater! I’ll kill you!
Oishi: We’re all having a hard time getting used to this training.
Tezuka: Mountains are no easy feat, no matter how much hypoxic training you’ve done beforehand.
Tezuka: A single change in climate can weaken your condition. Even though we’ve prepared ourselves for any outcome, we still must be as vigilant as possible.
Oishi: Right, of course.
Oishi: …
Tezuka: ? What is it, Oishi.
Oishi: Well. you’ve just been more chatty than usual, Tezuka…
Oishi: If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re happy to be here.
Tezuka: Really?
Oishi: You must be excited since we’re training in the mountains, right?
Tezuka: Fuji said the same thing, I’m not here to have fun just because it’s one of my hobbies.
Oishi: Haha. There’s nothing wrong with admitting it.
Tezuka: …
???: C’mon you two, it’s time to stop.
Oishi: Hm? That’s…
[Episode 6]
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Kawamura: C’mon you two, it’s time to stop.
Kawamura: It’s about time to take a break, and the coaches told us from the beginning not to be reckless.
Momoshiro & Kaidoh: Huff… huff…
Momoshiro: You heard… Taka-san… If you wanna give up… now… would be… the time…
Kaidoh: Quit screwing around… That’s what… I should be saying… to you…
Tezuka: What’s all the fuss about?
Momoshiro: Captain Tezuka…
Kawamura: We were training together, but then these two decided to have a competition…
Kaidoh: Hah… hah…
Tezuka: (Their breathing is off. Both of their breaths are repeatedly short and erratic…)
Tezuka: First, fix your breathing. Relax your whole body, then breathe in slowly through your nose, and out through your mouth.
Momoshiro & Kaidoh: …
Kaidoh: …I feel better.
Momoshiro: Thanks a bunch.
Tezuka: The oxygen is thinner in higher altitudes, be more careful with your breathing.
Tezuka: If you want to compete, that’s fine, but there’s no point in training if you wear yourselves out.
Kaidoh: Okay…
Momoshiro: Nice going though, Captain. You’re used to the mountains, aren’t you.
Kawamura: If there’s anything else we need to know then by all means.
Tezuka: Of course…
Yukimura: How very interesting.
Shiraishi: How about you fill us in, too.
Momoshiro: Huh? What’re you two doing here?
Yukimura: Most of us don’t know what to expect in the mountains, right? So it would be best to consult someone well-versed about it.
Shiraishi: The more we know, the less likely something will go wrong.
Kaidoh: Captain Tezuka can definitely give you a crash course on the mountains.
Tezuka: If my knowledge can be of use, then so be it. First…
[Episode 7]
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Ibu: …Thanks for the food.
Kamio: What the heck, Shinji. You hardly touched your food.
Ibu: Because I’m not that hungry, okay. I ate enough, now leave me alone.
Kamio: The only thing you’ve eaten is the pickled vegetables.
Kamio: More training means more calories being burned, you should make sure to eat enough.
Kamio: Here, I’ll share my spinach ohitashi with you.
Ibu: I don’t want any, though…
Jackal: Seems a lot of people don’t have much of an appetite.
Marui: Akaya’s conked out. Well whatever, I’ll just eat his leftovers.
Jackal: That’s what you’re concerned about.
Yukimura: Hey guys, you got a moment.
Tachibana: There’s something we’d like you to try…
Ibu: Tachibana-san.
Marui: That smells good. Whatcha got in the pot, Yukimura-kun?
Yukimura: Earlier today, Tezuka taught me how to make a vegetable soup that’s good for when you’re in the mountains.
Yukimura: He even helped us make this.
Tachibana: It’ll warm you right up if you’re cold, and it helps keep you hydrated.
Tachibana: I think it’d be the best thing to eat if you don’t have an appetite…
Tachibana: How about it, Shinji, wanna try some?
Ibu: Thanks.
Kamio: Oh, me too!
Jackal: Well since we’re already here, let’s have some too.
Marui: Yep. I’ll give some to Akaya later.
[Episode 8]
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Fuji: We’ve been training up here for a few days now…
Fuji: Everyone’s gotten better at the training and rallying compared to when we started.
Inui: Thanks to Tezuka’s knowledge on the mountains, we were able to progress faster than expected.
Inui: I was able to complete the basic training quickly and had time to spare for the higher level training.
Fuji: Fufu, I see.
Inui: Now to record the data.
Fuji: There’ll be a lot more where that came from.
Fuji: By the way, I haven’t seen Tezuka for a while now.
Inui: Yes, he’s been…
Kite: Tezuka-kun, I have something to ask of you.
Tezuka: Oh, Kite. One moment, please.
Tezuka: Now you’ll know what to do next time that happens.
Sanada: That’s very helpful. I knew consulting you was a wise decision.
Sanada: I will let Yukimura know as soon as possible. Thank you.
Kite: …
Tezuka: Sorry for the wait, Kite.
Kite: I wasn’t expecting to wait my turn. You’re quite popular, Tezuka-kun.
Tezuka: …If you’re just here to make jokes, then I’m going back to my training.
Kite: Hold on. I came to ask you about treating hypothermia in the mountains.
Kite: For those of us who’ve been on top of staying hydrated, the lack of oxygen has not been an issue…
Kite: However, for those not accustomed to the cold of the alpine mountains, it severely hinders our movement.
Tezuka: Hm…
Kite: To be honest, it pains me to ask this of you, but I’d like to know what I should do to make my club members move faster.
Tezuka: They’re your club members and you’ve been watching them, shouldn’t you know?
Kite: Are you sassing me because of that joke I made earlier.
Tezuka: Did it come off that way?
Kite: …You’re difficult to read.
[Episode 9]
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Kawamura: Today’s the last day for the high altitude training.
Kawamura: It was way harder than I expected at first, but now that it’s almost over I’m kinda sad.
Momoshiro: Welp, we got a hard session of long-distance running we gotta do now.
Kawamura: Let’s run our hearts out and head on back.
Kawamura: How you feeling, Momo?
Momoshiro: I ran so much but don’t feel winded.
Kawamura: Right. That means the training’s paid off.
Ishida: That’s right, Kawamura-han.
Kawamura: Oh, Ishida-kun.
Ishida: You don’t seem fatigued at all. It appears you’ve become accustomed to training in the mountains.
Kawamura: R-Really? But I feel like you and Momo are the ones who’re still in top shape…
Kawamura: Not to mention I’m just following the advice Tezuka gave us…
Momoshiro: So what, doesn’t mean you haven’t grown ‘cause of it.
Ishida: You just took that advice and used it to improve.
Momoshiro: You should have more confidence, Taka-san!
Kawamura: Haha… Thanks, you two.
Kamio: You’re so stubborn. How long are you gonna follow me?
Kirihara: You’re the one that ran in front of me!
Momoshiro: What’re you guys racing for?
Kamio: We’re not racing. Kirihara’s the one who thinks it’s a competition.
Kirihara: You literally looked at me and grinned when you got in front of me…
Kamio: Oh, did I?
Kamio: Well, whatever. Don’t you fall behind either, Momoshiro.
Kirihara: Wh—hey!!
Kawamura: They’re both super fast.
Momoshiro: Well, now that he’s said that I ain’t gonna lose, I ain’t!
Kawamura: Ah, Momo…!
Ishida: He went on ahead.
Kawamura: He’s already so far ahead. The energy in that guy.
Ishida: In that case, let’s up our pace as well.
Kawamura: Right. We can’t let those three leave us in the dust.
Kawamura: Let’s finish this high altitude training with a little competition, Ishida-kun!
Ishida: I accept your challenge. I won’t lose either.
[Episode 10]
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Tsuge: So you’ve all finished your running.
Tsuge: That concludes today’s training, the high altitude training regimen is now completed!
Tsuge: You’ve performed well to this point. You will have a day of respite for tomorrow.
Kikumaru: Huh…!
Kirihara: For real!?
Tsuge: You are free to do as you please so long as it’s within the limits of this campground.
Tsuge: Behave accordingly. That will be all.
Fuji: A vacation day, well that was unexpected.
Chitose: That’s pretty cool of the coaches to do.
Mizuki: It was a tough training regimen. I suppose we could consider it refreshing ourselves before returning to the training camp.
Mizuki: Relaxing in the midst of all this nature would be rather nice.
Kirihara: What should we even do?
Kirihara: Take a look at the info board for the campground, it looks like there’s all sorts of stuff we could do.
Kikumaru: For real. Candle making, kayaking, and hiking.
Chitose: I wanna…
Kintarou: Chitose! Shiraishi wants to talk about what we’re gonna do tomorrow!
Fuji: Looks like you’ve already got plans with Shitenhoji.
Chitose: This’ll be fun.
Kintarou: Chitose?
Chitose: I’m coming!
Kirihara: I’ll go talk to my senpais too.
Kikumaru: Hey hey, Fuji. Let’s all do something together too!
Fuji: We should. Let’s discuss it with Tezuka later.
Mizuki: According to the info board, there’s a hill nearby that’s covered in cosmos that are in full bloom. I should invite Yuuta-kun to come with me.
Fuji: …
Kikumaru: Tomorrow’s gonna be fun~
[Episode 11]
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Kikumaru: Whoaa! There’s cosmos all over the place!
Yuuta: The cosmos over there called chocolate cosmos.
Fuji: Eiji, Yuuta. Say “cheese”.
*click!*
Yuuta: Wha, Big Bro. You suddenly whipped out your camera.
Kikumaru: Yay! Peace!
Tezuka: The cosmos are beautiful under this blue sky.
Momoshiro: The view’s nice and all, but is anyone else feeling hungry?
Mizuki: Bread is better than the songs of birds, huh.
Mizuki: Good grief… I wanted to spend a peaceful time enjoying this beautiful view, why did you all have to come?
Yuuta: Oh come on, Mizuki-san. Let’s all have a good time together.
Mizuki: …Very well then.
Mizuki: There’s an open space right in that area, how about we go have lunch over there.
Fuji: Tezuka, would you like some tea?
Tezuka: Yes, I’ll have some.
Kikumaru: Ah, a dragonfly! Tezuka, don’t move.
Tezuka: Mm…
Momoshiro: Careful now, Eiji-senpai!
Kikumaru: Ah! My omelet! Thanks a bunch, Momo.
Tezuka: Is it okay to move now?
Mizuki: Quite the lively crowd there.
Mizuki: …Oh?
Yuuta: What is it? Mizuki-san… Ah.
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Mizuki: Well would you look at that, seems we have a little visitor.
Yuuta: Haha, the way it moves its mouth so much is so cute.
Mizuki: Perhaps we should move away so we don’t disturb it.
Mizuki: ! The wind…
Yuuta: Mizuki-san, your handkerchief…!
[Episode 12]
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Kawamura: I-Is that your handkerchief caught on that branch?
Mizuki: Well at least it didn’t get blown too far.
Mizuki: But it’s too high, I’m unable to reach it no matter how much I try.
Yuuta: Alright then, I’ll go up and get it.
Oishi: Don’t. Those branches are too thin, they’ll break if you try to climb them.
Fuji: Yuuta’s a pro at climbing trees, but yeah that’s too dangerous.
Ryoma: But if the wind gets to it again, it’ll get blown away.
Mizuki: I appreciate the concern, but I cannot allow you to do something dangerous, Yuuta-kun.
Kawamura: Oh. Maybe he could reach it if he climbed onto my shoulders?
Fuji: Good idea. I know you’d be able to support him, Taka-san.
Yuuta: Well I’m used to trees, but this should be fine…
Yuuta: Kawamura-san, you’ve got this?
Kawamura: Of course. Leave it to me. Okay, lemme bend down.
Kawamura: Ready…!
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Kawamura: Well? Did you get it?
Yuuta: A little more to the right… Ah, it’s hard to move like this isn’t it?
Kawamura: I’m totally fine. Moving to the right.
Yuuta: Just a little more… There!
Yuuta: I got it!
Yuuta: Thank you very much, Kawamura-san.
Yuuta: Here’s your handkerchief, Mizuki-san.
Mizuki: Thank you very much. You’ve been a big help.
Fuji: That’s Taka-san for you. Thanks for supporting Yuuta.
Oishi: He’s got some pretty strong shoulders.
Kawamura: Ah, it’s nothing, really.
Yuuta: It felt pretty nice seeing things from up high.
Ryoma: Hmm…
Kawamura: Echizen, did you wanna ride on my shoulders too?
Ryoma: …No. I’m not a kid.
Fuji: Fufu… Denying it as usual.
[Episode 13]
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Kirihara: Look at all those grapes! Aren’t they huge?
Marui: Yeah! They look so good!
Jackal: You hardly ever see them grow that big.
Niou: The grape leaves are blocking out the sunlight. The wind’s also nice and cool.
Yagyuu: Niou-kun, it won’t take much to cool you off.
Kirihara: Yeah, Niou-senpai.
Kirihara: C’mon, let’s hurry and pick ‘em and fill our baskets.
Niou: …That’s our kouhai, always taking the initiative.
Marui: How about we have a competition while we’re at it. Let’s see who can pick the most.
Yagyuu: That’s a large basket you’ve got there, Marui-kun.
Jackal: Are you sure you’ll be able to carry that?
Marui: I’ll be fine. I’ve got this no problem.
Marui: …Jackal does.
Jackal: Me!?
Niou: Thanks, but I’ll take my time picking them.
Kirihara: Let’s meet at the entrance in an hour!
Kirihara: All of them have been picked here. I didn’t realize how popular grape picking was.
Kirihara: I’ll check over there… Hm?
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Marui: Mm, not as much as I wanted…
Jackal: There were other pickers, so yeah.
Yagyuu: Oh? Kirihara-kun’s not back yet…
Kirihara: Sorry I’m late!
Marui: Yeah, no kidding… Huh.
Niou: Check out that bounty.
Kirihara: Hehe, I found a secret place that was full of them.
Yagyuu: The size and luster of them are wonderful.
Kirihara: I won’t be able to eat all of them, obviously. Feel free to dig in, senpais.
Jackal: Thanks, Akaya.
Marui: Okay, don’t mind if I do!
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Kirihara: Whoa, so good!
Yagyuu: They have just the right amount of sweetness.
Jackal: Hey, Bunta. You’ve stuffed your face so much you look like a hamster.
Marui: I can’t help it. They’re so good.
Niou: With how much we’ve got here, there should be enough to give to Yukimura and the others.
Yagyuu: Yukimura-kun went vegetable picking with the others, didn’t he? I hope it was an enjoyable experience for him…
Kirihara: Let’s go meet up with Captain Yukimura after eating.
[Episode 14]
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Kenya: …
Shiraishi: Kenya, ease up a little.
Zaizen: Checking the candle every ten seconds isn’t gonna make it cool off any faster.
Kenya: I know I know, I just hate waiting.
Chitose: Yeah, classic Kenya.
Shiraishi: Waiting for the finished product is one of the joys of making something by hand.
Kintarou: Hey hey, what should we do next?
Ishida: The wax is now in the mold. Let’s take things slow so the air doesn’t get in.
Chitose: Don’t get too crazy now, it’s hot so you gotta be careful.
Kintarou: Got it!
Zaizen: …He’s gotten even more excited now that you said that.
Kenya: You haven’t even done anything yet, Zaizen.
Zaizen: There’s too many flowers to choose from. I wanna make sure it looks good.
Kenya: How about these red and white flowers?
Zaizen: Those are the same ones you used, Kenya-san.
Shiraishi & Ishida: …
Shiraishi: If you don’t know which flowers to use, then how about these light green ones?
Ishida: Maybe even add a little gray coloring to the candle while you’re at it.
Zaizen: Captain Shiraishi, Shihan…
Zaizen: You’re just telling me to use your favorite colors… Well, whatever.
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Chitose: Alright, I think it came out pretty good.
Shiraishi: Wow, those colors are really pretty.
Chitose: It’s a gift for Miyuki.
Ishida: Thinking of your sister as always, Chitose-han.
Kenya: I know she’ll really appreciate it.
Chitose: Haha, glad to hear it.
Kintarou: Now look at mine!
Zaizen: ? Why’s it shaped weird.
Ishida: Kintarou-han, that’s…
Kintarou: It’s a kokeshi candle!
Chitose: Kokeshi? Oh, so that’s…
Kenya: A reminder of Osamu-chan and the others? That’s really nice of you, Kin-chan.
Shiraishi: Since we’re still in the process of making them, how about we make our own?
Kintarou: Let’s all make kokeshi candles!
[Episode 15]
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Tezuka: …
Oishi: Finally found you, Tezuka. So this is where you’ve been.
Tezuka: Yes… I was stargazing for a bit.
Oishi: The starry sky down at the camp is nice to look at, but up here the stars are even closer.
Oishi: Kinda sad we won’t be able see this starry sky anymore.
Tezuka: Yeah…
Tezuka: I am eager to see the results of our training once we return the camp.
Tezuka: However, I will also miss being in the mountains.
Oishi: Yeah, we’ll be heading back down tomorrow morning.
Tezuka: By the way, why were you looking for me?
Oishi: Oh, right. Well, you see…
Kikumaru: Took you long enough! You two.
Oishi: Sorry for the holdup.
Fuji: Here. Take a sparkler, Tezuka.
Tezuka: Okay. But, what…
Inui: Eiji found them on sale at one of the camp’s souvenir shops.
Kawamura: They were cheaper since summer’s about to end, so we all split the bill.
Kikumaru: And since we’re all here, let’s have some fun with ‘em!
Fuji: It sounds like a lot of fun, right? Tezuka.
Tezuka: As long as no problems come from it, that’s fine.
Kikumaru: Alright! I’ll go get the others then, be right back!
Kikumaru: Yay! Aren’t these sparklers so beautiful?
Inui: I see, in order to produce the bright yellow color Eiji has, they’ve utilized the flame’s reaction…
Kikumaru: You don’t need to analyze this stuff!
Kawamura: Oh, it changed color.
Oishi: Red, then green, then blue… How pretty.
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Tezuka: …
*click!*
Tezuka: …Fuji.
Fuji: Fufu… Sorry. You just looked so at ease that I had to take a picture.
Tezuka: It’s fine, I don’t mind.
Fuji: Thank you. Now let’s get a shot with the sparkler.
Tezuka: Okay.
Tezuka: (So we return to the training camp tomorrow. And practice will resume…)
Tezuka: (I’m glad we were given this unexpected vacation…)
[Epilogue]
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Tezuka: Ha…!
Kawamura: Tah!
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Chitose: Those two are on a roll.
Mizuki: As expected from the high altitude training.
Mizuki: I’d expect nothing less than a top-tier performance after those days spent on the mountain.
Chitose: Oh, yeah…
Mizuki: And it appears they’re not the only ones who are in top shape, are they?
Kirihara: Rah!!
Ryoma: Huh!!
Kirihara: Stubborn, aren’t you.
Ryoma: So are you.
Chitose: They look like they’re having fun.
Chitose: Watching them makes me wanna play too.
Mizuki: Then let’s finish our break and resume practice, shall we.
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Kirihara: Huh? Today’s practice is over already?
Kawamura: It went by like that. Is it because are bodies are lighter than usual?
Kirihara: I would’ve done this high altitude training sooner if I’d known it would be this effective.
Kawamura: Inui did say it works even better if you’re consistent with it, we should do it again sometime.
Chitose: I think I’ll stay and hit some more today.
Mizuki: I’d like to gather more data as well, allow me to accompany you.
Tezuka: …
Ryoma: Captain.
Tezuka: What is it, Echizen.
Ryoma: You gonna keep going, too? How about you be my partner.
Tezuka: …Vey well. Get onto the court.
Ryoma: Here I go, Captain Tezuka.
Tezuka: Come, Echizen…!
[STORY END]
Where did Tezuka find those ingredients? Breath of the Wild?
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victorluvsalice · 1 year
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Merry Christmas Marie!
@liddellvxndort You asked me to surprise you, so here is a quick story based on the quick crack thread we did of Madeline and Alice going out thrifting after Madeline stole Alice’s tops one too many times. XD Hope you enjoy!
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“We’re back!”
Victor looked up from his sketchpad as his wife and daughter entered the room, laden with bags. “Ah – welcome home,” he said, getting up to greet them with a kiss on the cheek each. “Did you get everything you wanted?”
“Near enough, I think,” Alice said, rooting around in the bag dangling from her wrist. “At the very least, Madeline should have enough stripey tops of her own now that she won’t have to keep stealing mine.”
“We’ll see,” Madeline said, smirking. “But yeah, I got just about everything I was looking for.” She offered Victor a bag to look in. “The thrift store was loaded today, let me tell you. Lot of people must have been clearing out their closets lately.”
“Well, that was good for you, anyway.” Victor pulled out a few items curiously. Black jeans. . .black t-shirt. . .black t-shirt with a band on it he wasn’t familiar with. . .black-and-white-striped t-shirt. . .black-and-white-striped sweater. . .black t-shirt with a Jack Skellington skull on it. . . “Very monochrome color palette, I must say.”
“I like black and white,” Maddie said, a touch defensively.
“I’m not saying there’s anything wrong with that,” Victor assured her – ah, another black shirt with a band he’d never heard of on it. And two black-and-white-striped blouses in a row. And another pair of black jeans. “I was just an observation. You’re entitled to dress how you like.”
“Well, I did get some stuff with color,” Madeline said, pulling a purple top out of another bag. “And there’s a navy skirt in here somewhere. . .but yeah, I was kinda going for the gothic look this trip.”
“Fair enough. . .what about you?” Victor asked Alice, starting to fold up the shirts he’d pulled out and returning them to their bag.
“There’s a bit more color in my lot,” Alice said, taking another poke through her bags. “For example, I found a lovely red dress that I think I could give some new life to. With Victoria’s help, of course,” she added with a chuckle. “And there’s a couple of blue skirts and blouses, and a green top I thought matched my eyes. . .but yes, I did get plenty of black and white myself.” She shrugged. “What can I say – it’s easy to match, and I want to have plenty of spare tops for when our daughter inevitably spirits another one away.”
“The stripes are classic,” Madeline told her with a little grin. “Why I got so many myself.”
“I see.” Victor laughed softly. “Well, I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised, really. After all, you got practically everything else from your mother – why not her fashion sense as well?”
Madeline raised an eyebrow. “Uh, Dad?”
“Yes?”
“How about you look down for a second?”
Puzzled, Victor did. “Uh. . .you’re going to have to give me another hint here, Maddie.”
“Just tell me – what color is your suit?”
“Well, it’s – ah. Right,” he said, blushing as he ran a hand over the black jacket and pants.
Madeline giggled. “Yeah – I know it’s tempting to blame Mum for all of this, but if my fashion sense is kinda monochrome? I’d call that a Van Dort thing.”
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flysafepapi · 2 years
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the sin factor 10/?
Peaky Blinders Scream AU
masterlist
Warnings: Just violence, I guess?
Summary: It’s in the eyes, too, the same ambition and clawing desperation to be more, get more, hidden behind a carefully blank stare. He also knows that Duke has something Tommy never had although it’s more likely that it’s the other way around, because Tommy has lines that he won’t cross for reasons that are his own. Duke has no such reservations.
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“Not like that. Tucked in like that, you’re going to end up breaking something. Here.”
Isiah reaches out and rearranges his fingers into something less likely to do more damage to himself than whoever he’s trying to hit, and he doesn’t hold his breath when Isiah’s fingers curl around his wrist, but it’s a near thing. Fingertips just brush along the scars there, so featherlight that he wouldn’t have known it happened if he hadn’t been watching. He shouldn’t be surprised that this is where they ended up, considering he already knows where Isiah goes whenever he leaves the house. 
“Like this?” The boxing bag barely moves when he lands a hit and he throws a look over his shoulder when he hears Isiah poorly stifling a laugh, trying to hide it behind a cough. “What?”
“Nothing, nothing, just- Keep your wrist straight, but don’t force it. If you’re too stiff, you’ll feel it later.”
“Right.” He throws another punch, harder this time, and while it does land it still barely shakes the bag. This time he throws back an elbow, catching Isiah in the stomach and driving all the air out of him. It still doesn’t stop the other man from laughing. 
“I’m sorry, this is just-”
“If you’re just going to laugh at me-”
“No, no, I’ll stop. Alright, hold on,” Isiah says, and steps closer, until he’s practically got his chest pressed to Duke’s back. He reaches down and pulls his arm up, rearranging them until he’s satisfied with the placement. For a second, Duke thinks about pulling away and telling him this is unnecessary, but when he turns his head to look up, Isiah has that look on his face again, focused and serious like he usually never is, and he bites the words back and lets Isiah move him around until he’s satisfied with the form. 
“Pay attention.”
“What?” 
Isiah looks down at him, a small smile on his lips, and raises an eyebrow. It doesn’t make a blush bloom across Duke’s face, he’ll deny it for the rest of his days. Really, no one can blame him for everything Isiah’s been saying for the last two minutes going right over his head, especially with the man practically plastered against his back whispering into his ear. Honestly it’s a miracle he even kept his eyes open.
“Are you blushing? Just when I think you can’t get any more adorable. They’ve got showers here, we could always go and find one that’s out of the way.”
Normally, if they were alone, he wouldn’t have been bothered, but when the man at the bag next to them coughs, pointedly, he’s torn between introducing his ribs to the knife he’s got hidden in the side of his boot and making sure Isiah remembers never to use that word. It’s a flaw of his, never being able to let anything go. Though, the shower offer is tempting.
“I’m listening. Maybe it’ll be easier with a person instead of a bag of sand. Unless you think I’ll beat you?”
“This I’d love to see.” Isiah moves around him, regrettably letting go of his shoulder and circling around until he’s standing in front of Duke, still relaxed and amused. “Do your worst.”
The first hit lands, barely. His knuckles make contact with Isiah’s shoulder but slip before he can do much damage, and he grits his teeth in frustration. Isiah’s grin doesn’t make him any less annoyed at the failure, just fuels the rage quickly building up inside his chest. It feels mocking, even though he knows it’s not. 
“Don’t just stand there, then, it feels weird throwing punches at someone who just takes it.”
“Thought you liked it when I just took it?”
Duke hadn’t known it was possible to roll your eyes so hard that it almost hurt, but he manages it then. He should’ve expected that, really, he walked right into it. 
“How am I going to learn if you don’t? No one’s just going to stand there and let me hit them.”
“Right, yeah. Alright, but if you need to take a break-”
“Just shut up and fight me.”
The thing is, Duke’s been living on his own ever since his mother died, which Isiah has apparently forgotten. 
He lets the first few hits land, dodging out of the way too late, and he can tell by the force behind them that Isiah’s pulling his punches. 
“Stop it.”
“Stop what?”
“Do it right, or I’m leaving. Maybe the days off have made you soft, love. It happens to a lot of men, I’m told, so-”
The blood explodes through his mouth when Isiah hits him, hard enough that he has to stop for a second and bring a hand to his mouth to make sure none of his teeth come loose. They seem to be all accounted for, save for the one at the back that he’d pulled out himself last week. 
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that.”
“Fucking finally.”
“What?”
Duke has spent most of his life on his own, even before his mother died. She was a good woman, a good mother, but Duke had always been more of the solitary type. He knows she tried to look after him as much as she could, but unless she could be everywhere at once there was always going to be a time when she wasn’t there to save him. Learning how to fight had been a necessity, one that he gave the same amount of devotion to learning as he gave most other things, and none of what Isiah had been teaching him for the past hour had been new to him. He never had the advantage of height on his side, so he’d had to make up for it in other ways.
“Do you want to know a secret?”
“What’s that?” Isiah jabs him in the ribs, not enough to do any serious damage but enough that he drops an arm to protect the area. He still looks confident, and it’s almost a shame that what’s going to happen will shatter that illusion. Almost.
“You should let me give you some pointers.”
Isiah doesn’t see the kick coming, aimed at his left knee, and while he does manage to turn the fall into a roll out of the way, he doesn’t move quick enough to avoid the boot that lands on his hand, grinding his fingers into the dirt floor. It’s a thick layer, to be a sort of cushion from the bricks underneath, but it doesn’t do anything to soften the pressure from the impact. Too late, he remembers all the little things Duke has told him about his childhood, putting them all together like a puzzle that only has one answer: he’s gotten ahead of himself and now he’s fucked.
Isiah tries to fight back, for real now, but it doesn’t help much. Fighting, for him, has primarily been for fun, aside from the occasional order to rough up whatever poor soul that got themselves on Tommy’s bad side over the years, but it’s been a necessity for the man that he’s sure, even when he hits Isiah in the ribs so hard that he feels something crack, is the love of his life. There’s no limit to what someone will do when they’re fighting to protect themselves. He barely has time to raise his arm before the next punch sends him hurtling into darkness.
“Still with me?”
Duke has to slap him twice, harder than he probably should, before his eyes open again. 
“You’re an asshole.” The words are slurred but decipherable enough, and when he opens his eyes the light stings. “You could’ve told me before.”
“That wouldn’t have been as fun.”
“I’m sure the closeness wasn’t a factor at all. Admit it, you liked it, letting me move you wherever I wanted.”
“Yeah, well,” Duke holds out a hand and hauls Isiah back to his feet, moving in closer to make sure he’s able to catch Isiah if the need arises, “Guess you’re just rubbing off on me.”
He rolls his eyes, again, when Isiah grins at him. Even being still half-out of it, one eye on it’s way to swelling shut completely, isn’t enough to stop him from finding the innuendos in everything.
“Well not yet, but there’s always that shower.”
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percervall · 2 years
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wildest dreams (bonus scene)
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Player: Thiago Alcantara Words: 1944 Warnings: talk of sexual fantasies, fingering, smut, dirty talk, cursing, slight dom/sub A/N: after having written this oneshot about Kostas and Thiago, I kept thinking about how that conversation between Thiago and his wife would have gone, which turned into this
This is the first time I've written something like this so please let me know what you think! 🧡
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While his teammates were sitting down for lunch, Thiago managed to sneak away to an empty board room. Kostas had been dropping hints for three days now but he wanted to phone his wife before agreeing to anything.
“Everything alright?” Liesa said once she answered his FaceTime call. She pushed her glasses up on top of her head and leant back in her chair. Thiago smiled and nodded. 
“Yeah, don’t worry. The rehab is still going according to plan. I just wanted to run something by you before I agreed to it. Kos came to see me with a-... a proposition,” he said, dragging a hand across his stubble.
“What, like a business proposal? I’m no accountant, but if you can get me the business plan, I can run the numbers for you,” Liesa replied. 
“Ah, well.. It’s not a business proposal. It’s-.. Uhm…” Just the idea alone had him flustered, but he was also intrigued. He’d be lying if he said the picture Kostas had painted for him hadn’t affected him. Thiago was kind of proud of his best friend for being brave enough to put himself out there like that and ask. He wasn’t entirely sure he would’ve been as brave had the roles been reversed. 
“Babe, you’re blushing! How did Kos reduce my smooth talking, flirty husband to a blushing and stumbling man?” 
Thiago closed his eyes. Better to just rip off the plaster, he thought to himself. 
“By asking me to join Olivia. And him. Per her request. That’s how,” he mumbled. It was not something they had ever discussed before. Then again, until recently they had also never really discussed phone sex and look at how that had turned out for them.
 Liesa let out a laugh that pulled him back from his memories.
“Let me guess, Liv finally came to the darkside of shirtless selfies?” 
“Apparently literally. He told me he caught her red-handed  and got her to confess that she wanted for me to join them,” Thiago added.
“Damn, I don’t blame her,” she said. Her cheeks were now as flushed as his probably were as she processed the information. “Okay. So, what is it you’re asking me?” 
“Before I say yes to Kostas, I wanted to talk about it with you first. I’m not gonna make decisions about things related to our marriage without asking you.”
“Aha, so you’re asking me for permission?” Liesa asked, an eyebrow raised. Thiago shrugged. “I guess..” 
Liesa chuckled.
“I have no problem with it. Hell, I’m proud of her for asking. That photo was hot. And if I’m right, I can assure you a lot of women have that fantasy even if it only stays a fantasy. Just promise me three things,” she said, moving the phone to her other hand, “one: check expectations, two: make sure she knows she’s in charge and can stop any moment. We have that in our relationship, but I need you to talk her through that whether she and Kos have the same dynamic or not.”
“Agreed. What’s number three?” 
“Practice safe sex. I have no issue lending you to them, but your children are mine,” Liesa continued. Thiago laughed and nodded.
“I can’t wait to hear all about it when you get home tonight,” she said, a blush spreading down her chest. Thiago had a feeling it would be more a show and tell, but he agreed: he couldn’t wait either. 
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When he got home that evening, he found Liesa in the kitchen. The dishwasher was already running and she was finishing up the dishes that couldn’t go in the dishwasher by hand. The room was filled with soft Portuguese indie music. 
“Hey schatz, the children already ate, but I saved you some,” she said as she slung the teatowel over her shoulder. Thiago came to stand behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pressed his lips to the hollow between neck and shoulder. Liesa smiled and dried off the last pot before turning around.
“Want me to heat up your dinner?”
“Dinner can wait, I want to kiss my wife,” Thiago murmured in the space between their lips before diving down to kiss her. 
Liesa’s eyes fluttered closed as a soft moan escaped her. She arched into him as Thiago deepened the kiss. 
“I take it you had fun then?” she asked a little breathlessly when they broke the kiss to get some air. She saw how his normally amber brown eyes darkened in colour, pupils dilating.
“Never knew watching someone go down on their partner was so hot. Kos worshipped her on his knees, just like this,” he said, lowering himself to the ground. His hands disappeared under her skirt and pulled her underwear down, helping her step out of them. Liesa gripped the edge of the counter behind her as she leant back against it. Thiago gave her a devilish smirk, eyes twinkling, and pushed her skirt up high enough to grant him access. Liesa threw her head back as his tongue made contact with her now exposed sex. He closed his lips over her clit and sucked slightly before pulling back. Thiago lifted her left leg and placed her foot on his shoulder, pushing her thighs open.
“Taste so good amor…” he said, voice barely above a whisper, before he ran his tongue over her folds, flicking it over her clit. Liesa moaned and ground her hips into his face, trying desperately to keep a hold of the counter. 
“Gotta be quiet for me nena, wouldn’t want the children or the neighbours to hear you,” Thiago said, giving her thigh a squeeze. The thought of getting caught sent a jolt of desire down her body to her already throbbing cunt. 
“Oh, you’d like that wouldn’t you, nena? Getting bend over and fucked hard and fast, not caring if anyone will hear,” Thiago murmured, picking up on the way her body responded to the image, sliding two fingers into her. All she could do was gasp and moan as he curled his fingers and brushed against that spot inside her. Her fingers were turning white with how hard she was grabbing onto the edge on the kitchen counter, legs trembling as she could feel her orgasm building. He wasn’t wrong; she would love nothing more than for him to strip her naked and fuck her against any solid surface in the livingroom.
“Thiago…” she gasped, grinding against his fingers. She was desperate for release. Thiago’s phone call had left her hot and bothered. 
“That’s it, amor. Let go. Come on my fingers,” he said, biting down on her thigh just hard enough she was sure would leave a mark. Him giving her permission was all it took for her orgasm to crash over her. Thiago removed his fingers and pressed a kiss to the spot he had bitten before getting up from the floor. He kissed her, wrapping his arms around her. Liesa moaned into his mouth as she tasted herself on his tongue. 
“You’re not wrong… I-.. I have fantasised about you bending me over our kitchen table and just taking me. Hard,” Liesa confessed, her voice barely audible. Thiago let out a curse in Portuguese at the image she described. He pulled her along to the dining room, taking off his shirt. Liesa chuckled, watching it land on the back of the couch.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked, holding her in his arms again. Liesa nodded and kissed him, feeling his erection pressed against her stomach.
“Need you to fuck me Thiago,” she murmured, pulling her t-shirt over her head before taking off her skirt. Thiago groaned and kissed her again, a hand resting on her now bare ass, giving her a squeeze. She snaked a hand down to the front of his jeans and undid the button and fly. Thiago quickly shoved his jeans and underwear down his hips, his erection slapping against his stomach. Liesa took him in her hand, stroking him. Thiago let out a strained fuck and reached behind her to undo her bra.
“Lie down on your stomach,” he said, an edge to his voice.
Liesa didn’t need to be told twice. She gasped as her skin made contact with the cold table top. She felt Thiago move to stand behind her and arched into his touch as he ran a hand down from her shoulder to her hip. Squeezing her thighs shut, she felt how her arousal had dripped down them.
“Are you gonna be a good girl then? Gonna take this cock, are you?” Thiago all but whispered. 
“Yes, yes… Please… Thiago… Please…” She heard him chuckle as he ran the head of his cock along her folds. Liesa couldn’t help but push back against him. Thiago tsked at her, digging his fingers into her hip to stop her.
“Look at you, already begging for it. Spread ‘em,” he ordered her, tapping against her ankle with his foot. He slowly pushed into her, eliciting a moan from them both. Thiago set a bruising pace, pelvis slamming against her with each thrust. Liesa tried to find something to hold onto as he fucked into her and managed to curl her fingers around the sides of the table. The legs of the table screeched over the hardwood floors with the intensity of his thrusts, and Liesa would’ve worried about scratches if her brain had been able to function. 
“S-So good… Fuck..” 
“You take my cock so well nena, so good for me…”
Every single word of praise and every single filthy thing that left his mouth unfurled ribbons of need through her body. 
Thiago grit his teeth, digging his fingers into the flesh between ass and thigh. She was a panting mess underneath him, the only sounds leaving her strangled moans and whispered yesses. He could tell she was getting close to her orgasm as her legs began to tremble.
“You gonna come on my cock, nena?” he asked, getting nothing in reply but her moaning his name. He could feel her pussy start to clench around him.
“That’s it. Fuck.. Such a good girl for me, letting me use your pretty cunt. Come for me, nena.. Come on my cock.. Wanna feel you..” 
He felt her tighten even more around him, squeezing him, a chorus of whispered yes, yes, yes the only thing leaving her mouth as she climaxed. Thiago groaned at the feeling and slammed into her once more, stilling as his orgasm crashed through him. 
Liesa whimpered when he pulled out of her, body still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. Thiago helped her up from the table, lifting her in his arms when her legs gave out, and carried her upstairs and into their bedroom. She was aware that he laid her down on their bed and disappeared into the ensuite to get a flannel. Liesa let him clean her up, not being able to move even if she’d wanted to. Her heart was still hammering against her chest and her vision was unfocussed. Thiago threw the flannel into the bathroom through the open door and laid down next to her, pulling her closer.
“Thank you,” she mumbled in the crook of his neck, feeling sleep pull at her.
“Hope it wasn’t too much?” 
“No.. Was perfect..” 
Thiago smiled softly at her. She tried to fight the exhaustion that had taken hold of her.
“Our clothes are still all over the living room..” 
“I’ll get them in a moment. Sleep now amor. I love you,” Thiago whispered into her hair. Liesa sighed contently and drifted off to him rubbing soothing circles over her shoulder. 
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Just Friends...?
Fandom: Skyward Sword
Pairing: Fledge/Orielle
A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE WONDERFUL AND AMAZING @alphagirl404!!!!! I hope you enjoy this Florielle oneshot as much as I enjoyed writing it, and that you have had an absolutely fantabulous birthday so far!! <3 :)
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It was a beautiful day on Skyloft, and Fledge was absolutely miserable. Seated on the grass surrounded by Link, Karane, Pipit, and Zelda, he stared at his hands in embarrassed silence, having just basically confessed to them that he had a major crush on Orielle.
The four knights traded glances, wordless communication passing between them, before turning back to Fledge. “So Fledge…” asked Pipit carefully. “You like her then?”
Fledge sighed and nodded, staring at the grass and thinking of he and Orielle’s relationship. They had been friends since they were small, ever since the time Fledge was being bullied by Groose (now a close friend of his) and Orielle, then a three foot tall ball of feistiness with her hair in pigtails, had chased him off. “Wanna be friends?” she had asked Fledge, offering him a toothy grin, and he had nodded shyly, his eyes wide.
Ever since then, they were practically inseparable.
But as they started to grow up, to get to the age when feelings started to happen, things got….a little awkward.
Awkward as in Fledge blushed and stammered every time Orielle said anything to him.
Awkward as in he would make excuses just to get away from the nerve-wracking thing that was talking to Orielle.
Awkward as in they started talking less, to the point where Fledge would go and hide whenever Orielle came to see him.
They were drifting apart, and Fledge felt like it was his fault. But he just couldn’t gather the courage to talk to the girl who had been his crush for the past….eight years, was it? He wasn’t sure. He’d lost count a long time ago.
Anyway, they were drifting apart—that was all he knew.
And his crush on her was only getting bigger. Plus, he really missed talking to her. So, after a few weeks of debate, he decided to let his friends in on his dilemma.
They clearly thought that the solution was simple. “Ask her out,” was the first thing Link had to say.
Fledge jumped, staring up at Link. He stammered, feeling his ears turn red. “I-I can’t ask her out. She just sees me as a friend.”
“You’re no more a friend to her than I am to Zelda,” said Link with a smirk, shooting a look at his recently-turned-girlfriend. “You two are head over heels for each other and you need to do something about it.” He regarded Fledge sternly. “Come on! Pick her some flowers! Tell her her hair looks nice! Make her a sculpture!”
“I-I can’t do that,” said Fledge, looking scared.
“Sure you can,” chirped Zelda. “She’ll say yes, I know she will. Come ooonn, Fledge. You can do it!”
“Yeah, bro, you got this!” added Pipit. “A word of advice— try to act kind of aloof, then—”
“Pipit!” Karane smacked his arm, then turned to Fledge with a grin. “Don’t listen to him. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about. You have to let her know you like her, okay?”
Fledge groaned, dropping his head in his hands. “But it’s so embarrassing.”
“Embarrassing?” Link snorted. “Sure it’s embarrassing, but once you get through it and find out she likes you as much as you like her—” He looked bashfully at Zelda. “Then you’re both embarrassed, so it doesn’t matter.”
“That doesn’t help!” Fledge protested. “In fact it makes it w—”
“FLEDGE!” a voice boomed suddenly.
Fledge froze, then sighed when he recognized the voice. A moment later, Groose landed his Loftwing on the tiny floating island the friends were grouped on, hopping off and striding over to Fledge. “What’s this I hear about you and your girl problems?”
Fledge blushed to the tips of his ears. “I-I don’t have any,” he stammered.
“Don’t lie to me,” Groose said, raising an eyebrow. “I know you got a crush on Orielle. I don’t blame ya, actually.” He cracked his knuckles, then took a seat beside Fledge on the grass. “So what’re you struggling with?”
“Telling her he likes her,” said Pipit bluntly.
Groose snorted. “Do ya have to tell her? I mean she would be pretty dense if she hadn’t figured that out by now—” He cleared his throat upon seeing Fledge glaring at him. “Well, anyway, now ya got Groose to help ya.” He ran a hand through his hair.
“Actually, we’ve been trying to help him with that,” snickered Link. “And so far it hasn’t gone well.”
Groose pursed his lips, looking thoughtful. “Well…how about ya ask her out somewhere, making it sound like it’s just as friends, and then ya tell her? Just imagine. A dinner under the stars…just the two of ya….”
Fledge blushed. “It does sound rather nice,” he admitted.
“Of course it does!” Groose clapped him on the back. “So go and ask ‘er out!”
Fledge gulped. “Where would we go?”
“The Lumpy Pumpkin is your best bet. I mean, I doubt you’d wanna eat in Knight Academy’s dining hall for your first date, amiright?” Groose laughed and slung an arm around Fledge’s shoulders, resulting in an “ooof” from the smaller boy.
“Yeah, I guess that sounds good,” Fledge agreed hesitantly, nodding. “We like going there anyway. It’ll just seem like any normal thing.”
“You have to bring her flowers,” said Link.
“And pull out her chair for her,” added Pipit.
“And say a buncha sweet stuff,” Groose put in sagely.
Zelda giggled. “I’m so excited for you guys.”
Fledge blushed for probably the thousandth time that day and scratched his head. “Yeah, me too. I’m also really nervous.”
“No, you’ll be fine,” soothed Karane. “It’ll go well. I promise.”
Fledge smiled. “Thanks.”
Groose jumped up suddenly, grabbing Fledge and pulling him to his feet. “Come on, buddy! We gotta get you fixed up!”
“B-but—” Fledge’s protests were in vain. Groose practically shoved him off of the island, so he gave up, whistled for his Loftwing, and followed his friends back to Skyloft.
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Back in his room at Knight Academy, Groose, Pipit, and Link rummaged through Fledge’s wardrobe for something he could wear. They finally decided on a pale orange, long sleeved shirt, dark brown trousers, a red stomach warmer, a belt, and shoes. Fledge stubbornly kept his scarf (it gave him courage). Then he wrestled his hair into some kind of style, picked some flowers from down by the waterfall, and received his friends’ moral support.
“Ya got this, buddy,” cheered Groose.
“It’ll be fine! I’m sure she likes you back, Fledge!” added Zelda.
“Go get her!!” said Pipit and Karane at the same time, then they laughed.
“Let us know how it goes!” Link put in.
Fledge drew a deep breath, nodded, and offered them a wave and a smile before turning and walking down towards Orielle’s house.
The flower stems were clinging to his palms when he arrived, his hands shaky and slightly sweaty. He raised a hand and knocked loudly on the door, then stepped back, wanting to run and hide.
A few beats passed, and then the door creaked open to reveal Orielle, who stood before him with slightly messy hair and a sleepy expression. “Hmm? Oh, it’s you, Fledge.” She yawned and rubbed a hand across her face. “What’s up?”
“Oh…uh….” Fledge gulped, shoving the flowers behind his back. “Sorry, if now’s a bad time I can come back—”
“Oh, gosh, not at all,” Orielle said, blinking. “I was sewing a bandage for an injured loftwing’s foot and I must have fallen asleep.” She chuckled wryly, then tilted her head. “You look nice. What’s going on?”
“I—I was wondering if maybe you wanted to go out to dinner tonight. We haven’t been in a while, I thought maybe—”
Orielle brightened so visibly that Fledge felt compelled to blush. “I’d love to!” she exclaimed. “Just let me get ready real quick.”
The door swung shut in his face, and Fledge was left to stand with his face burning.
A few minutes later Orielle opened the door again, and Fledge’s breath caught. She had braided her hair and wound it into a bun at the back of her head. She had changed into a lovely yellow dress with orange accents, and brown leather boots. She smiled at Fledge. “Ready to go?”
“Oh, uh, actually—” He paused, then thrust the now wilted flowers in her face. “I picked these for you,” he squeaked.
Orielle reddened, taking the flowers. “Oh, thank you so much,” she said, then re-entered her house to put them in water. She returned a second later and pulled the door closed.
“Shall we go?”
They leaped off of Skyloft and flew to the Lumpy Pumpkin, where they took a table on the top of the restaurant. “We’ve never eaten up here before,” Orielle commented, glancing around.
“Yeah,” Fledge said nervously, noticing that there was no one else up with them. He swallowed, then grabbed the menu and paged through it, wondering what he should order. He could go with his usual, pumpkin soup, but at the moment he was more inclined to get something else.
“I think I’m going to get the cheese soufflé,” mused Orielle, staring at the menu. “What about you, Fledge?”
“Oh…ah….” He frowned, concentrating. “I think I’ll get the lasagna. Wanna split a pie for dessert?”
“Yeah,” she agreed, setting down her menu and glancing into the distant sunset.
A few minutes later Kina emerged on the roof, bearing a notepad. She smiled at Fledge and Orielle. “Hey, guys! What do you wanna order?”
“Cheese soufflé,” Orielle said, “and a glass of pumpkin cider.”
“I’ll have the lasagna and some hot tea, please,” Fledge added.
Kina wrote their orders down, then nodded. “Be back in just a sec!” She disappeared into the restaurant again, leaving them alone.
Fledge gulped.
Orielle turned and smiled at him. “So!” she said cheerfully. “Why the sudden invitation to dinner? It’s been a while since we’ve really talked.”
“Well…I…” Fledge scratched the back of his neck with his hand. “You see…” He could feel a blush staining his cheeks. “Orielle, what I really asked you out for is….”
She looked at him expectantly.
“Ok, well, for a date,” Fledge said desperately, wanting to bang his head on the table. “I asked you out on a date. I…I really like you, Orielle. As more than a friend.” He bit his lip, staring at his hands. “I know you probably don’t feel the same way, but that’s why it’s been so awkward lately, why I haven’t been talking to you. I…I was scared. I’m sorry…”
“Fledge,” Orielle interrupted, causing him to look up at her. She was staring at him with a huge smile on her face.
“W-what?” he said tremulously.
“I like you too, idiot. As in, a lot. I’ve missed talking with you. I’ve missed being around you. I can’t tell you how much my heart leaped when you asked me out for dinner.” She reached across the table and grabbed his hand in a gentle squeeze. “I’m glad you said something. I was starting to think you never would.”
“Wait,” Fledge said, his ears turning pink. “You knew?!”
“Of course,” she laughed. “I think everyone did.”
“Omigosh, this is so embarrassing,” groaned Fledge, and this time he did bang his head on the table.
“Fledge, look at me,” Orielle said with a laugh. After a long moment he raised his head to do so.
She giggled at him. “It’s supposed to be embarrassing, Fledge.”
“Y-you’re embarrassed, too??”
“Of course, silly,” she said. “Can’t you see me turning twenty different shades of red?”
Fledge stared at her, and sure enough she was the color of a tomato. He snickered, and before long he and Orielle were wheezing with laughter.
Kina abruptly showed up, bearing glasses with their drinks. She paused and stared at them. Fledge looked at her and grinned sheepishly. “Hey, Kina.”
“Wait so….” Kina raised an eyebrow, setting their drinks down. “How did it go?”
“How did what—”
Orielle chuckled, catching onto what Kina was hinting at. “It went great, Kina. We like each other.”
“OH HYLIA,” shrieked Kina, and turned and bolted back down into the restaurant. A moment later, a resounding cheer echoed from the interior. Fledge could distinguish the voices of Groose and Link among them.
He turned and grinned at Orielle. “I guess our friends followed us,” he said with a laugh.
“I guess so,” Orielle shrugged, smiling back. She raised her glass of pumpkin cider. “A toast?”
Fledge raised his own glass of tea. “To what?” he asked.
Orielle smiled, blushing a little. “To my best friend— and, er, boyfriend— Fledge.”
“To my best friend, and girlfriend, Orielle,” Fledge returned shyly.
Their glasses clinked together, and the two best friends drank under a purplish-pink sky, as in the distance the moon began to rise.
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-  ̗̀ะ໒ ⋮ ━   unprompted // always open !! 「 @shiningstages​  ー  summer 」
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How had Summer snuck into Che's cell to give him the all important blessing that was her Christmas present to him? Who knows, but she hadn't stayed around for his reaction, having just thrown his stuff at him before whizzing away on her gunner seat. If Che even cared to look inside the present box, he would find his very own Che doll - matching her own, like she cares about that at all - and a special envelope containing a very plain looking credit card with his name on it. A letter at the bottom of the box reads -
Dear Stinky Cheese,
I thought that the perfect gift for you would be something I can use and steal from you whenever I pleased, so here's your all-expenses-paid credit card~ (You don't get to know your balance because I configured all of this for you, but just know that it's a lot and you owe me big time. Also if anyone asks, Chelsea gave it to you not me.)
And, I thought I'd give you this...Extra thing...It was just for practice to pass the time during my check ups; don't think too hard on it or anything. If you try anything, I'll steal back the card and won't give it back (it's my card anyways, so I can just take it whenever...but you know what I mean!).
I hope you have fun with your friends or whatever. Merry Christmas.
Summer
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      A few days have already passed by the time Che recalls the Christmas present tossed his way. See, Summer, unfortunately, happened to have chosen the very exact moment Che desperately needed his sleep when she did her drive-by present giving, and with his whole body and mind far too exhausted then, he’d opted to shove the present under his bed instead, supposedly for him to remember and open once he wakes.
Except, he doesn’t really remember it until today. The fact that Summer never bothered him about it didn’t help, either, so can you really blame him for forgetting? 
The toothpick hanging between his lips bobs up and down as he unwrapped his present, eyebrow raising at the... huh, he supposes this was supposed to be his mini-me? He plucks it up from the box. Inspects it a little, before huffing out a laugh. 
He opens the envelope next andーhe’s almost convinced the credit card’s fake even after reading Summer’s letter ( which earned her a smile or two, not that she’ll ever find out ) ー that is, until he uses it to buy the most expensive in-game currency available. And with the gems popping up on his phone screen, successfully purchased and now added in his inventory, Che huffs out a sigh; sitting down on his bed as though all his strength had just disappeared.
Well, shit. 
A free credit card with an unknown balance and the first thing he used it on what on a stupid ass mobile game.
He supposes he’ll have to properly thank Summer now. What a bothersome brat. 
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When you're in the mood, would you indulge us with some more Phileas/Charity? Prompt: Charity verses Bellamy.
I'm sure that they'll met when Phileas and crew make it back to the Reform Club, but I don't think they'll interact.
However, I can do whatever I want with this au, so here we go.
On with the fic!
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Having been given the money, Bellamy still technically could pay to keep his membership, and he did just that. Though he was looked down upon by others in the club, who found what he had done to be dreadful behavior.
Still, he kept coming back, keeping to himself, acting as if nothing happened except that his 'friends' seemed to be ignoring him.
Phileas didn't want anything to do with him, but knew he could be the bigger man in this and still at least acknowledge him.
Will, on the other hand, wanted to have a word with him, and decided to come to the club with Phileas, Crowley, and Aziraphale to have a proper 'meeting' with him.
Phileas told Will this was a bad idea, to just avoid Bellamy, but no, Will wanted a meeting, so a room in the building was privately set aside for this. Will sat in the room quietly, with Phileas at his side, holding his hand, looking nervous as they waited.
Crowley and Aziraphale were in the room as well, just in case anything got ugly. Aziraphale was still very protective of Phileas, even though he didn't have to perform his guardian angel duties anymore. Crowley, on the other hand, wanted to watch the show.
"Will, what if he does something to hurt you?" Phileas asked, still rather paranoid after what had happened during their adventure, the numerous attempts on his life. Will couldn't blame him for that, he had been in situations like that himself, oof.
"I'm good to defend myself, besides, Crowley and Aziraphale here will stop him, right?"
"Of course!" Aziraphale spoke up and Crowley just grinned, giving a thumbs up.
The door to the room opened and all heads turned to see Bellamy step in. He gave Phileas a hard look before his eyes drifted to Will, who stood from his seat. "Ah, you must be Captain Charity, I got your letter."
"Yes, good. And you must be Mr. Bellamy, a friend of my dear Phileas here." Will smiled, putting on his best charm. He could hear Phileas stammer at the comment.
"I suppose, if he still considers that to be true." Bellamy said with a sniff, taking a seat in a lone chair. He noticed that they were not alone in the room. "Why are Fell and Crowley here?"
"Just in case." Will said with a practiced ease, a smile still on his lips. "Now, I asked you here today to discuss with you of something that happened during Phileas' adventure."
His arm was on an armrest on his chair, that was nearly touching Phileas' own chair, he was able to just brush the side of his hand against the other man's own.
"And that would be?" Bellamy asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I'll cut right to it. You hired a man to kill him." Will said, the smile gone. "I must say, I've been in the world trotting business for nearly all of my adult life, hell, even a bit of my teenage years, and I can't say that I've ever encounter a friend doing that to another with such ease."
The older man gave him a look that was fill with instant hatred. "How dare you! Did you think I wanted to do such a thing!?"
"Apparently, yes, since you really thought it was a good idea to put a hit on him like that. Did you not consider other options to stop him? Or just expect him to give up so easily? No offense, angel." Will quickly added.
"Oh, no, it's understandable. I nearly gave up a few times back during the start of the journey. Then circumstances had me changing my mind and let me continue onward. Being shot, the train, nearly dying in the desert, the delightful adventurer who made it his duty to come alone with me..." Phileas mumbled this last part, but his expression was clear as day.
Will cause Bellamy sneering out of the corner of his eye. "Captain Charity," the man started, "I simply asked for Phileas to be stopped, I never said death was an option."
"That's not true." Phileas spoke up, looking offended. "I have the telegraph from him, saying for me to be stopped by any means necessary, and that clearly included death! I was nearly killed multiple times!"
"Preposterous!"
"Not so!" Aziraphale spoke from behind Bellamy. "When we were in India, Phileas was given a dangerous drug that is strong enough to kill a man twice his size easily with the dosage he was given!"
"It was by sheer luck that mirror over there survived the night, and with the help of Aziraphale and our lovely hosts in that little village." Crowley added on.
"And let's not forget the fact that I was prevented from leaving Hong Kong because I was labeled as a wanted criminal!" Phileas looked furious and Will was impressed, he hadn't seen him that mad since they were in the western United States.
Will huffed. "Your little friend decided to keep him there and took advantage of a little misunderstanding to have your 'friend' here get arrested and nearly whipped twelve times."
Bellamy actually looked surprised by this. "You were whipped?"
"Once, but it is a pain that one does not easily forget." Phileas said, his voice calm, but there was a bitterness there that only a proper Englishman could have with such a straight face.
"I... didn't know that. I had heard word you were arrested... and then you went missing off a boat."
"Oh yes," Will snapped, "Kneedling decided to just take matters into his own hands then! Forced Phileas, Passepartout, Ms. Fix, the daughter of another friend of yours, mind you, and myself into a boat to die at sea!"
While that island was both a blessing and a curse, Will would always be thankful that it was the place where he and Phileas could finally express what they felt for one another. But he would not let Bellamy know that.
"Again, a lucky chance that we were found and saved, with time to still make it back to England." He added on, but kept out the part where Aziraphale and Crowley had been able to get them saved.
Bellamy looked uncomfortable, all eyes on him, all fingers pointing at him. "Is this why you asked me here today? To berate me for the actions of another man?"
"A dead man, if you didn't know." Phileas said, an uncomfortable twinge in his voice. "He was killed during a fight between myself, him, and a group of young men who were trying to rob us as he tried to kill me."
This caught Bellamy by surprise. "He really is... good Lord."
"It had been an accident." Phileas added, and Will took his hand, giving it a squeeze. "But that's not the point. Will asked you here today for a reason."
"Yes," Will nodded, "I asked you here to know why? Why would you do this to Phileas? Did he nearly die several times over for something as stupidly pointless as money?"
"H-he would have died out there even if Kneedling hadn't been trailing him!" Bellamy exclaimed. "This is Foggy we're talking about."
"No, I don't think so." Will glowered. "I don't know what you think of Phileas, but he is the bravest, smartest, most fantastic man I've ever met, and the only one who could truly make it through those eighty days to get back here in time."
Fingers intertwined with his own, and Will turned to see Phileas smiling so sweetly at him.
"By Jove." Bellamy said. "Phileas, you and this... miscreant of a gentleman? Oh, I always knew there was something with you, Foggy."
"And it's none of your concern, Bellamy." Phileas frowned. "And Estella approves! Along with sending you her coldest regards."
Bellamy stared at him. "Good Lord, you actually found her?"
"She found me. And she said you were trouble, she knew you were always going to find ways to stop me. Apparently frightening me out of the journey didn't work this time, death had to be the best option, and it failed."
"It's best for everyone, and yourself, that you do not keep in contact with Phileas anymore, Bellamy." Will said. "Because your reputation is already stained pretty badly, and if you think of trying anything on us, you have bigger things to worry about that public humiliation at taking Phileas money as you had done on Christmas Eve."
A hand dropped on Bellamy's shoulder, and he looked up to see Crowley standing there, a very devilish grin on his face. "Yeah, trust me, nothing you can say will come close to what someone like me could do to you if you try anything."
It seemed that Bellamy got the picture as he stood up, brushed the hand from his shoulder, and set his hat right on his head. "Fine then, I best take my leave. And Foggy."
Phileas looked at him, Bellamy continued. "... Best of luck, I suppose."
"As to you, Bellamy." Phileas replied, watching Bellamy leave. When the door closed, he let out a breath and slumped in the chair. "Goodness, my heart is beating like a war drum!"
Will snickered. "You did fantastic, had him on his toes! And Crowley, brilliant job of putting the fear of, well, hell into him, I guess?"
"Oh no..." Crowley smirked. "I put the fear of Crowley into him, much worse than the fear of Satan or God!"
"He thinks so, but it clearly does not work on ducks." Aziraphale rolled his eyes as he stood up. "Speaking of, would you gentlemen fancy a lovely walk through the park, to ease the tension that grew in this room."
"Sounds like a good idea." Will nodded, turning to Phileas, helping him from the chair. "Are you alright, though?"
"Perfectly. A little saddened to know that, well, I mean, he didn't outright say it, but it was clear as day on his face..."
"I know, but hey, you survived, you proved you could do what you set out to do, and you were the bigger man against him, twice now." He kissed Phileas on the cheek. "Come, a walk will do you well."
"Of course." Phileas nodded, not letting go of his hand as they left the room with their companions.
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