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halcyone-of-the-sea · 1 year

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ooh im glad!!! so, expanding on that then..

how about price with a civvi wife/gf, and when they’re talking over the phone while he’s gone, she’s being kinda cagey and definitely omitting something, but he doesn’t know what. so when he gets back home she tells him she’s pregnant? really just a lot of fluff (and maybe angst? 👀 like about how his job is super dangerous and he might not come home, so he has fears about it?? bc your angst is so good it makes me sob violently /pos)

ive never sent a request before, so if this is too specific or something, feel free to whittle it down or toss it, i don’t wanna bug you lol

have a good day hal, love u!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Our Remains

Pairing: John Price x F!Reader

Synopsis: You disliked hiding things from John. Certainly something as big as this.

Word Count: 4.8k

Warnings: Pregnancy, allusions to breeding kink & unprotected seggsy time, morning sickness, angst, major fluff at the end

A/N: This was an adorable request, Anon!! Thanks so much for sending it in.

*I do not give others permission to translate and/or re-publish my works on this or any other platform*

You disliked hiding things from John. It not only felt like a betrayal of his unlimited trust in you but also a slap in the face for what you had built with each other. The both of you were always honest to a fault when it came to your relationship—like how a bird was loyal to the sky. It was an unselfish principle; a promise of pure love and devotion that transcended touch or given gifts.

You told each other things. Everything. Down to how much you had spent on groceries that day just because it was something to talk about and share; something that made you closer to one another even when you were apart. You told the Brit what you planted in the back garden—what shirt you were wearing!

But now you hold the ringing phone in your hand and for the first time in your entire relationship, you consider lying.

Your eyes bore into the icon of John’s smiling face, head covered by a black beanie and beard tilted up softly. Affectionately, his name on the device had been changed to ‘Grumpy St. Bernard,’ but now the title made your lips go thin instead of the usual giggling reaction. No heat spreads over your cheeks; no excitement.

Just an overwhelming sense of dread.

The week had started just as the last three had. A special form of hell. At nearly six o’clock you would whip back the covers with all the fervor of a terrified rabbit being chased by a hawk; the taste of bile immediately snapping you to attention as the toilet acts as your commanding officer.

You imagined John would get a chuckle out of that comparison, but when you’re hurling up your guts in nothing more than a pair of your boyfriend’s boxers and a tank top it’s hard to think about all that. The taste of bile was still lickable from your lips as the bathroom tile digs into your knees, ringing phone still in your palm.

The idea of a pregnancy test slid into your subconscious in the first week of John’s two-month deployment, the tantalizing thought that was like a hook to a fish. You had pulled on the string, of course, and had instantly drowned in air. But you hadn’t taken one until now. Too nervous, perhaps. Hesitant.

In your other hand, opposite of the buzzing phone, you held three positive pregnancy tests in a shaking grip. Pink and white plastic mock you from the corner of your vision; two double lines.

John’s icon dims.

You press the green circle in your panic, mouth opening and closing yet no sounds escaping. Would you tell him now? Later? Was it right to tell him about this now—when he was halfway across the continent? Fear overtakes your heart for no apparent reason. You didn’t want him to act rashly, especially when John could act so stubborn when he wanted to.

He was always so concerned about you when he was away but you were concerned just the same. That man was the one who was getting shot at constantly, not you.

“Took you a while to answer. Trying to give me the slip, then, Sweetheart?” John’s gravelly voice helped slightly, making your heart still, even if for a short moment. You close your eyes and tilt your head down, lips quivering at the soft chuckle over the line.

God, you loved him so much.

Blue eyes furrowed in confusion at the silence on the line, the chilled Switzerland air sneaking inside John’s compression shirt as he stood on the hotel balcony. The sounds of gentle conversation twitch his ears from inside the room—the voices of the One-Four-One a dull mumble behind the half-closed sliding door. They had been playing cards before the Captain had easily slipped away to check up on you.

He tried to call as often as he could.

John’s hips shift, one arm crossed over his chest as the other presses the phone harder to his ear. Lips pull to a frown, beard bristles going with them, before the lines on the Brit’s forehead grow larger.

“...Love?” Naturally, a sliver of concern wedges itself into his ribs but it subsides when your calming voice spreads honey over the call. John’s shoulders fall back down.

You breathe deeply, hands dropping the tests onto the bathroom counter with a small clack of plastic.

“John,” forcing away the hitch to your words, you stare at yourself in the mirror, free hand sliding up to lightly rest over your collarbone as a soothing method. Your eyes are so filled with shock that it throws you off. “I…I wasn’t expecting a call so soon.”

“Hm, been up since 0500.” the man grunts, looking out over the city and seeing the rising sun before asking softly with a deep-set brow. There was something about your tone…lids narrow at nothing. “Did I wake you?”

“No, no,” You force a chuckle, having to take a deep breath before ripping your sights from your own reflection. The disgust was settling at you trying to avoid this. But if your own brain could barely process this right now, what gave you the right to tell John when he wasn’t here? “I’ve been up for a few hours.”

Licking your lips, you run a hand over your hair, glancing out of the ajar door into the master bedroom, pushing out bland answers for only the fact that you couldn’t think clearly right now.

Jesus, this was actually happening.

You study the thrown covers from your morning rush to the bathroom, seeing the pictures on the nightstand and feeling the delicate atmosphere that was sparking—electricity between atoms. A silent moment of realization that everything down to the bare bones of your relationship was about to change. Blinking back to the tests, you dwell in the strange fuzz that took residence in the back of your mind.

“What’s been going on?” Your voice isn’t right. Too tight. Too…nervous. Why were you nervous? “Everyone good?”

The Brit frowns stiffly, shifting his feet again and sending a look back into the hotel. Hunching forward, John’s large fingers fix the position of the phone as his voice lowers, ignoring your question entirely. He doesn't want to jump to conclusions, but there were pros and cons to his line of work.

Above all, he knew when something was up with you.

“Are you alright over there, Sweetheart?” Blue eyes rove the street below, “Feelin’ okay? You sound a bit stuffed up.”

Your heart lurches, quickly stuttering through an explanation of, “O-oh, I think I just came down with something.” The irony wasn’t lost on you. “A stomach bug,” you cringe, “I’m sorry, was it that obvious?”

The laugh that exits is less convincing than you thought it would be, but it does the trick. John sighs in relief, chuckling as he shakes his head.

“No need to apologize, Love…anything bad, then? I can bring some meds from Base when I’m back if you need me to.” He was still concerned for you, but knowing that you’d never lied or withheld the truth from him before there was really no reason to believe that anything else was going on. John trusted you to the end of the earth.

The Captain rubbed at the back of his neck, cracking his spine as he bent back. It was still early and waking up on a hotel bed without you beside him was torture. John longed for home. Longed for you.

Back at the house, your face scrunches together.

Bad? You wonder, saying absentmindedly that some medication would be lovely. Was this…bad?

John had always wanted to have a kid—or, at least, he’d told you as much when he was above you, filling you to the brim and then doing it again a second and third time. Thighs quivering and eyes fighting to stay open through layered bliss as sharp pants rung in your ears.

“Gonna get you pregnant…watch you swell up…c’mon sweet thing, you can handle another one, can’t you? Need to watch it take.”

…But was that a true feeling or just a kink? You blank and realize you’d never asked him. More than that, though, was this what you wanted?

“When do you think you’ll be home, John?” You speak softly, palm flattening over your stomach as you exit the bathroom and sit on the end of the bed, gut swirling but not in a nauseous sort of way. “I…I really miss you, y’know? It would all be better if you were home.”

The brunette blinks softly, lids peeling back in shock for a moment before a thin thread of guilt worms its way into him.

“Kate said two months, Love,” John speaks slowly, the grumble in his voice trying to convey his unease at your strange behavior, “You know that.”

He’d explained his job when you both had gotten serious, how he would be gone for long periods of time, and the somewhat uncomfortable situations you’d be put in because of it. You’d agreed and never brought it up when John would have to leave in the small hours of the morning and disappear for months on end. It shocked him, really, with how well you adjusted but that was just how you were. One of a kind.

There was no one else with whom John could see himself building a life—being buried beside in some nice meadow grave plot and turning to dust together. Growing a family with.

John cleared his throat, tilting his head down slightly before pulling himself back to the present.

“It’s bothering you that much, eh?” His brows furrow, “Are you sure you’re alright? I can call hospital and—”

“No!” You slap a hand to your mouth, halting your outburst as blue eyes go somewhat wide, jaw slackening. Taking a breath over the shocked silence over the line, you dig your fingers into your cheek before letting your limb drop. “No, John…I-I’m sorry I just…”

Your voice quivers.

Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry…

Eyes burning and nose twitching, you breathe heavily, mouth closing shut because you knew that if you say another word you’ll explode. You were shivering with cold sweat, scared and confused, and wanting John to hold you in his arms; whispering that it would all be okay into the shell of your ear.

You force through a sob, “I’m just really scared.”

John tenses, one hand going to grasp the balcony with white knuckles. His mind goes into overdrive. “Scared?” the Brit prods, muscles going stiff and mind running, “What in the hell is going on?”

Authority leaks into his tone, serious and deep. It made him nervous that he couldn’t see you right now—couldn’t stop the sounds coming from your mouth. Why were you crying? Has something horrible happened to you? Were you in trouble but were unable to tell him? John runs over your conversation again, every word and sound, as his heart races. He was wound up like a spring.

From behind him, the conversation in the hotel room halts.

You force your eyes closed, now up on your feet and pacing. Tears lightly patter to the floor.

“John, I can’t tell you over the phone,” you admit, shaking, “that wouldn’t be…wouldn’t be fair to you.” Swiping at your eyes, you spread the salty liquid away from your lashes, sniffling; praying that he would understand. “But I really need you home as soon as you’re able. I don’t want to break up what's going on over there, it’s just really important. I don’t think I can wait two months by myself. You know I would never ask this if I didn’t need to.”

John’s jaw clenches, legs unable to stay still as your anxiety leaks to him. He’s nodding before he realizes you can’t see him, taking a deep breath to fill his lungs.

“...I’ll see what I can do, then.” The brunette runs his hand over his beard pulling at the strands aggressively. What was so crucial that you can’t tell him over the phone? It was a secure line, John always made sure it was; yet, at the same time, that fact didn’t matter at all. If you needed him home so fervently—then he was coming home. That was that. “How long can you wait for me, Love?” He spares a glance inside. “There are a few loose ends that need to be taken care of here. Might complicate things.”

You blink around the bedroom, hand wrapped around your middle and trying to run soothing circles into your skin.

“I…I don’t…” John’s face softens, closing his eyes.

“Breathe, Sweetheart,” he whispers, “I’m comin’ home to you. We’ll get whatever this is sorted, yeah? I need you to be brave for me until then.”

Listening, you let the words calm you down, sniffling one last time like a kid who had fallen off the monkey bars before you let out a chuckle. John instantly follows his own advice when that sound wafts over the line. His shoulders fall back once more, silent sigh exiting.

“You said that exact same thing to me when I ended up burning that loaf of bread I was making—two years ago, was it? ‘Breathe, Sweetheart.’” Blue glimmers with love, cheeky tone growing.

“Hm, nearly set the kitchen on fire, didn’t you? So much smoke I swore someone had set off a charge in the oven.” John doesn’t push you to answer him, though he’s more questions than anything else at this point. You’d said you would tell him when he’s home and he believes you. “Please, Love, at least promise me you didn’t burn the bloody house down, yeah?”

A laugh strikes his chest, and he’s chuckling slowly in retaliation.

“I promise, John.”

“Good.” You’re smiling for the first in what seems like ages, tears drying as the flood down your chin stops. You lick away the water stuck in the corner of your mouth when John grunts lowly, “I’ll tell the boys and inform Laswell. But I can’t say it’ll be less than two weeks.”

Nodding to yourself, you say, quietly, “Okay.” Your eyes fall to the framed picture on the nightstand—the image of John and you smiling brightly on your third anniversary. You’d gone hiking, both sweaty and dirt marks on your cheeks, but happy…always happy. Your veins pump blood faster. “I love you, John.”

The final comment is tender; the words are more silk and soft furs than vibrating vocal cords.

He blinks away the blush that lights his pale cheeks. John huffs, an infectious smile flickering over his face as his chest wells with affection. Acting like a bird preening itself, he smirks and says, “Well, you’re lucky then…I love you too, Sweetheart.” An exhalation echoes over the call as his tone drops, “Keep safe for me, eh? I’ll call to update tomorrow.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

When the phone is set down on the bed, tossed down carefully, you try to think over this situation more rationally. You wouldn’t say you were against this—building a family with John. In fact, if not him, then you don’t believe it would be anyone else.

The Brit was the only man for you. You both knew the risks of having unprotected sex and in reality, you think neither one of you cared about the consequences.

Nodding to yourself, you wonder how to explain this to him when he comes home as you get to fixing the sheets, one hand always drifting back to your stomach with a growing appreciation.

—

John jogged to his car in the underground parking garage, unlocking it with his fob as his bags are slung over his shoulders. He wastes no time chucking his belongings into the back seat, swiftly sliding into the driver's seat and slamming the door shut as the engine starts. His dog tags bounce on his chest, but he’s half convinced they move from the rate that his heart is going alone.

All through traffic his fingers are tapping against the wheel, grunting stiffly at red lights and shifting his hips.

It had been three and a half weeks of fixing loose ends.

“Fuckin’ hell, c’mon,” John huffs, one elbow on the car frame as his hand flattens over his lower jaw. The light slowly snaps back to green after a long minute.

Pressing on the gas, the vehicle moves forward and continues until the familiar home comes into view on that quiet street nearly twenty minutes later.

John barely parks the car before he hops out, leaving his bags in the back, and rushes to the door. Taking the key from under the doormat, his mind is focused on only you. He had been unable to stop his worry about you and your unnamed fear, watching the phone with every free instance he could. It had only grown as the days got longer, and no matter how much you assured him that you would be okay until he got back, deep-seated apprehension grew. He didn’t like living under a shroud, especially when it came to your health.

The key in his hand was inserted with a firm wrist and twisted, shoving open the door with a heavy shoulder like there was a cloud over his head.

“Love?!” He calls, not bothering to shuck off his boots before looking around the visible living room and foyer. “Where are you?”

Long legs move swiftly as an utterance calls from the kitchen, barely taking the time to close the door behind him in his anxiety, “John?”

The Brit immediately backtracks, skidding to a stop and turning with blinking eyes. His ears twitch at the sounds of dishes being dropped back into water, as his heart steadily slows at the sound of your beautiful voice calling his name.

He rushes around the doorframe, feet stomping and hand catching the wall as you come into view, staring wide-eyed.

Your digits are around the fabric of a dish towel, fingers dripping as John finally presents himself to you. You hadn’t heard him until he had called out, too preoccupied with your own thoughts to hear the lock click.

But now it was like every worry you had was wiped clean at the sight of that gruff face; the hitch in his large chest. A smile slashes your lips after a moment of shocked silence.

“John!” You laugh, rushing forward, and the man lets his face soften—bringing you close to him as you draw near and trapping you in his arms.

His breath spread out over the top of your head in a great sigh, grumbled chuckles accented by the way John’s great hands wrap around your shoulders. Fingers press you into a solid chest, digging through hair to let your ear twitch at the sound of his heartbeat.

John doesn't speak until he has held you in his arms for at least three minutes, just pressing his face into your scalp and feeling your warmth against him. You don’t pull away either, breathing in his musk as it instinctually leads to your muscles loosening.

Minutes later, the Brit pulls back slowly, gripping you by the shoulders and looking down into your eyes. His gaze filters over yours, taking you in before his lips meet yours in a brief yet deep kiss. You melt into it, hands going to grip his cheeks and spread throughout his beard hair, soft strands leaving you shivering when John’s thumbs rub circles into your flesh.

He pulls back and you fight the tears in your eyes as he connects his forehead with yours. His optics shine with love, bleeding out like trapped stars; silver flecks of devotion and a blue the color of sea storms.

“What’s going on, Love?” John whispers, concern alight and raving as his grip goes to your waist, squeezing comfortingly. “I’m here. Tell me.”

You blink slowly, lips going thin with tight brows. Swallowing through a tight throat, you nod.

“Can you go sit in the living room, please?” Speaking carefully, you tilt your head and watch John get confused—his nose scrunching and moving his lips together. You run your thumbs over his cheeks and smile slightly, obviously nervous again. “Trust me.”

Though it wasn’t a question, John replies under his breath, “Always.”

But still, he holds you, studying your expression and the whites of your eyes with stiff lungs. You were making him fear that something horrible was coming—something he couldn’t control. His heart begins to hurt, but he backs away from you, brows tight as he exits the kitchen and disappears into the living room.

Taking down a swift breath when he’s out of sight, you fiddle with your fingers above your abdomen, looking down at your still-flat stomach. You knew it was stupid to worry, but how could you not? It wasn’t every day you just told your Lover you were pregnant with his child…

“John loves me,” you mutter to yourself, nodding and getting ready to go through with the plan you’d formed over the three weeks you’d been alone. “And he’ll love the both of us. I know he will.”

Hand flattening over your stomach, you open a drawer with the other, pulling out a small cardboard box no bigger than a book. Fingers shaking, you lick your lips and feel the slight pull of a nervous, yet giddy, smile. Turning, you exit the kitchen and see John sitting with his nose resting above the clench of his fists, foot tapping. His head immediately snaps over when you come into view, hands falling to hang off his legs as the couch under him dips from his weight.

You steel yourself and raise the box.

“Here.” Placing it on the coffee table, you sit across from John in an armchair.

He blinks slowly, eyes going small with curiosity. The man sends you glances through his lashes as he stares down at the object but he says nothing. Rubbing his beard with one hand, he reaches and grabs it carefully.

Testing the weight, John is genuinely confused, clenching his jaw and feeling the material in his palm.

“...What’s this, then?” He asks lowly, glancing at you with a raised brow and lines on his forehead.

You put your intertwined hands in your lap, prompting with a tilt of your shoulders.

“Open it.” Off put by your cryptic answers, John nods firmly, grasping the top of the box and pulling lightly, careful not to disturb the contents. It was strange to think, but he was honestly quite perturbed.

What exactly was inside this box, and why had he been called home for it? He loved being here, no doubt, but the circumstances….

Blue eyes glimmer. You didn’t look overly afraid as you shifted in your seat, just plain timid—like the inside object would change something fundamental about his and yours relationship.

John pops the top off and looks as you start talking before your throat threatens to shut you up. “I…I know it’s not a life-threatening thing to call you home for,” the man stills as if he was made of stone; a statue as non-breathing and pulse-less as anything, “But I didn’t want to tell you over the phone because that seemed so—!”

Your voice is drowned out as John’s shaking fingers delve into the box, ears ringing. His fingers flinch off of three positive pregnancy tests and the soft fabric of the plain army green baby onesie that surrounds them; skimming slowly.

“I found out the day you called and I said I had come down with something.” Your laugh is strained when it exits you, and you stare at the Brit hard, seeing his features utterly halt all expression. Thumbs digging into your skin, your tone drops, speaking slowly, “...John? A-are you okay? Say something to me, Love.”

It’s only in that long minute of nothingness that you really start to get an all-consuming tenseness to your bones like a rabbit.

Why isn’t he saying anything?

John clears his stiff throat, blinking rapidly as he brings out one of the tests, dropping the box lightly to the coffee table with a dull thump. The twin red lines are ingrained into the softness of his retinas as the sun would be if you were to stare directly at it.

Pregnant.

His heart swells to an almost painful degree, blue eyes moving to look at you across the table and then dipping to your stomach. The Brit stands up slowly.

Your lungs are tight, lids moving quickly with wetness growing in your tear ducts.

“Please, John, what are you thinking—?” Large hands capture your arms, bringing you up as lips meet yours in a passionate and heart-stopping kiss.

John’s limbs wrap around your hips, bringing you up into the air as gently as a bird, face parting from yours with a series of loud and genuine laughs. You snap your arms around his neck, shocked but not at all complaining as he holds you up with ease, twirling you around in a firm but ever-gentle hold.

“You’re pregnant?” His whispers meet you, airy and deep with awe. It was like he was in his teens again, running around Herefordshire with his mates—his eyes shone with happiness; pure unabashed love. “Oh, truly, Sweetheart?”

Tears dribble down your cheeks at the sight of him glowing, beard peeled back in a large smile with wet eyes. Hiccuped giggles leave your lips as you nuzzle your face into his neck, the sight of him like this overwhelming. All stress leaves you in a millisecond when your feet hit the ground again.

“Yes, John,” you sob, overjoyed, pulling back so you both can stare into each other's teary eyes as the Brits’ fingers go to shakily wipe the waterworks from your under eyes. His orbs flicker quickly, looking you over in an entirely different light. “You’re going to be a father.”

He fights through a scratchy voice, “Me?” The tone is amused, but he can’t articulate how exalted he feels to hear that. A father…him? It was more than he could have ever asked for, and, even better—John whispers out, “You’re going to be a mum.”

You kiss him, multiple quick pecks that he returns through shared joyous chuckles.

“I didn’t want to tell you over the phone,” the confession meets the air as one of John’s hands travels to cup your flat abdomen, fingers flinching over the fabric of your shirt to sneak under. You laugh and shiver at his calluses, as his blue eyes are so soft they could be compared to butter. “And I couldn’t wait two months.”

“Christ, Love,” John lays a kiss on your forehead, needing to be as close to you as possible. You can feel his heart through his chest, and you know yours isn’t any better. This was far more than you could have hoped for. He mutters against your skin, “I’m so glad you didn’t. This is bloody amazing news—I want to be here for all of it.”

Sea storms lock onto your face with a grunt, “You’re so lovely. Perfect, yeah?”

His warm hand still rests under your shirt, and you doubt it’s going to leave anytime soon.

You feel your cheeks heat and you smile bashfully, heart about to explode.

“You are.” John reiterates. “You’re so fuckin’ perfect, Sweetheart. I’m so happy.”

The air is ripe with tenderness, a soft state of being that just keeps getting better. John had silent tears dripping down his face, blinking to clear them and not letting you leave his hold for a second.

“Oh, John,” you whisper, digging your fingers into the back of his shirt, looking up. “Me too, Love.”

While the glee is nearly physical enough to grab, there is a moment of hesitancy in the Brit. He was gone more times than not for work; put into situations that could leave him going through bodily harm. You didn’t deserve that stress—didn’t deserve to sit at home with a swelling stomach just watching the door and wondering if you’d have to become a single mother. You had a child in your womb. His child. Both of yours’ child.

A family that you both had made.

John swallows and says to you seriously, without an ounce of hesitation in his blood, “I’m telling Laswell to pull me out,” you blink up and listen, letting him continue as his press on your flesh gets even more prominent, nodding to you, “I’m not missing this—not putting you through that worry. Two years, then I’ll head back in. We have enough saved, I give you my word you’ll want for nothing.”

Blue eyes flicker down, and a small mumble so tiny it nearly disappears hits your ears. You almost start sobbing again. “This is more important. You both are more important.”

There were few moments in your life that you think you’ll remember when you are old, weathered and wrinkled, but this you tell yourself is one that you will carry to your grave. John and yours’ grave.

What remains behind, you ask? Simple.

White bones entangled with an eternity of deathless worship, and the generations that will come to lay flowers on the headstone.

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hiramaris · 19 days

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I'm gonna request something for haley bc i love how you write her and not so obsessed. im not sure if you are writing for request? but im gonna give my shot

a prompt where haley as wife, and the farmer was late passed midnight because of mining shit. and almost died (lmao). she got home safely, but limping with her wounds and bruise. then there's haley, saw her wife barely walking and her reaction, just comfort, fluff, worried and taking care of the farmer.

that's all, thanks, no pressure <3

Kiss it Off Me

CHAPTER 7

Chapter Summary:

"I don't like your stupid gift!" She didn't intend for it to sound harsh, but as soon as her mouth opened, she couldn't stop the words from spilling out. "I honestly thought you'd know better than to give me something like this."

Pairings: Haley x Fem!farmer

Disclaimer: I do not own Stardew Valley or any of the related characters. Stardew Valley is created by and owned by ConcernedApe. This fanfiction is intended for entertainment only. I am not making any profit from this story. All rights of the original Stardew Valley story belong to ConcernedApe.

Warning: violence, blood

Notes:

thanks to anon for being the first-ever reader to request a prompt. I initially thought to make a separate fic for this one but I realized why not make it as a new chapter? There would be some adjustments to the prompt, instead of Haley being the farmer's wife, she'd be somewhere in between a friend and a woman struggling to put a name to what she's feeling with the farmer. I'm really sorry anon for not following the route you're hoping for but I do hope you'll like this one.

Summer 9

The sound of thunder clapping from above her made it difficult for sleep to come that night. Despite the late hour, the darkness outside was illuminated intermittently by flashes of lightning, casting eerie shadows across the walls of her room.

Rain drummed steadily against the glass, a constant reminder of Yoba's fury. The room felt oppressive, suffocating almost, as if the storm had seeped its way indoors, invading her sanctuary.

She had always hated rain. Well, the main reason is it's horrible weather for a dashing photographer like her. Not only does it ruin her hair that she spent all morning fixing, but it could also ruin her equipment. Oh, did she also mention it gives an awful lighting?

She also shares the same level of dislike for storms because they destroy the calmness of rain. It's aggressive, cold, and destructive.

That's why the moment the news announced there would be a storm for the next three days, she was quick to stock every little favorite snack she could think of because there was no way she was waltzing outside in that kind of weather.

Haley popped out a tired eye as she looked at the clock beside her.

1:56 AM.

Oh, joy it's almost two in the morning. How in Yoba's name could she go outside with bags under her eyes probably heavier than all of Emily's hippie gems combined?

'I mean– there's always a concealer,' she thought but quickly dismissed the idea.

She has been minimizing her makeup since... since whatever (when you told her she looked prettier even without them) PLUS with summer's sweltering heat, layering on cosmetics seemed suffocating.

With a groan, she pushed herself up from the bed, determination flashing in her tired eyes as she made her way to the kitchen to get a glass of milk, hoping that this little solution would finally give her the sleep she'd been craving for.

But as she reached for the milk, a cacophony outside shattered the stillness of the night. Haley froze, her heart pounding in her chest. It's kind of hard to tell with the harsh rain and thunder and everything.

As if to confirm that her mind wasn't playing tricks on her, a set of audible coughs echoed just behind the door. Haley's heart thumped so loud she was afraid it might come out of her chest.

That could only be an intruder.

In Haley's sleep-deprived mind, she didn't stop to even realize that Pelican Town had never experienced a robbery in the dead of night. Instead, she quickly bolted to her room, grabbing Alex's old baseball bat he had left here one time, not even having the presence of mind to wake up Emily to face this 'intruder' together.

****

Spoiler alert, it wasn't an intruder but an idiotic farmer covered in dirt and unbelievably wet from the rain.

You were holding your rucksack close to your chest for dear life with your sword held tightly by your other hand when Haley found you slumped against the door.

"What the hell are you doing outside at this hour and in this weather?" was the first words she uttered when her eyes spotted you. She was quick to help you up and bring you inside, not even minding the mud and water accumulating from where you stood.

When you didn't respond, Haley met your eyes.

Haley's heart nearly stopped at the sight beyond her. Without being hidden by the darkness, she could finally see your whole state.

There standing is the farmer herself. Your white hoodie was tattered and looked burned. Your hoodie's sleeves are ripped too up to your upper arms, and your left arm has a cut with fresh blood still gushing out of it.

You were missing the other pair of your shoes, and your hair was disheveled and covered with slime. You even had multiple scratches and scrapes all over your body. Your right cheek has some small scratches, and blood is rushing out of the wound on your forehead.

"Yoba..." Haley's voice was barely a whisper as she gently cupped your cheeks, careful not to aggravate your wounds. Her eyes flickered to the gash on your forehead, blood still seeping from the wound. "What happened, Y/n/n? We need to get you to Harvey!"

You shook your head weakly, struggling to stand upright. "No... H-harvey," you protested, your voice strained. "H-he'll kill me."

"Y/n!" Haley's arms enveloped you in a tight embrace as you nearly stumbled over her. She wanted to reprimand you, to demand answers, but the rush of blood in her ears and the pounding of her heart against her chest prevented her from doing so.

For now, she needed to make sure you were okay.

You only grunted in response as you gave in to her, allowing her to guide you onto the cushions.

"I'm just gonna get a towel and the first aid." Her lips trembled as she said those words.

In record time, she was able to get everything she thought you'd need, afraid if she missed any more seconds you wouldn't be breathing.

When she returned to the living room, she almost went ballistic when she spotted your form unmoving from your seat.

"Y/n! Wake up, for Yoba's sake! Don't you dare die on—" Haley's words caught in her throat as you rasped out a response.

"...oh, look an angel," you managed with a small grin, your tired eyes fluttering open.

Haley couldn't help but smile softly at your attempt to lighten the mood. "Very funny," she replied, relief flooding through her as she saw you conscious, if only barely.

Wordlessly, she draped a towel over you, tucking it gently to ensure you stayed warm. It was the same blanket she used during storms like this when she felt cold herself.

With a purposeful stride, she made her way to the fireplace, adding more wood to the fire in hopes of warming you further.

"Keep your eyes open, please? I'm just gonna get some rags to clean up your wound," she requested gently.

She placed the first aid kit on the coffee table in front of you before heading to the kitchen to gather clean rags and a sponge.

Returning to the living room, she filled a bowl with tap water and carried it carefully as she made her way back to you.

With great tenderness, Haley cautiously wiped the blood from your body with the sponge, dampening it in the tap water she had prepared. She winced as the color of the water turned red.

"You lost too much blood," Haley commented, masking the shakiness of her voice. She wasn't a great fan of blood but she was not naive with treating minor injuries either. She silently thanked Yoba for letting Emily force her to learn a thing or two about first aid.

You only grunted in response to her observation.

"What happened, Y/n?" She couldn't hide the worry in her voice even if she dared try. "I should call Harvey and get you to the clinic."

You groaned as she accidentally applied too much pressure to your wound. "No... it's okay. It's n-nothing, I'm fine."

"These serious injuries don't shout nothing, Y/n. What the hell happened?"

"'I went to the mine..." you explained, and Haley waited expectantly for you to continue.

"It's storming."

"I know..." You couldn't look at her in the eye. "It's just that there's not much going on in the farm so I thought I should continue my expeditions in the mine. I thought it would be safe but..."

"But it wasn't." Haley couldn't helped but deadpan.

You visibly winced, unsure if it was because of your wounds, Haley's biting remark, or just both. "I heard from Marlon I could find rare items once I reached the hundredth floor, which I did," you explained, tapping your rucksack beside you. "But I should have known better that those items are rare for a reason. Not because they're hard to find, but because they're hard to acquire. Once I got hold of this baby," you gestured to your bag, "the whole cave was swarmed by slimes and shadow people."

"What?" Haley's voice sputtered with disbelief, her brows furrowing in concern. "Shadow people? I thought they were just myths!"

You tried to nod in confirmation, but Haley kept a firm hand on your cheeks, preventing the movement. "Uhuh, they're very real," you affirmed, your voice tinged with exhaustion. "And I can say they aren't really fond of us humans and, uh, dwarves I think. They're more scared of me than intimidating. I tried not to, y'know, hurt them."

"That's a stupid idea."

"I know," you admitted, your gaze dropping to the floor. "But given our history with them, I didn't want to give them any more reason to hate us. Plus, I was the one invading their homes."

Haley let out a heavy sigh, her shoulders slumping with weariness. "Still, you should have fought back. What if they had killed you in there? How would we have known you were down there and rotting? You're the only one crazy enough to go down there anyway."

You didn't speak after that, and Haley mistook that as compliance. She was too busy fuming at your lack of self-preservation to notice the frown creasing on your features.

After managing to cleanse the visible injuries of your body, she began to grab some clean rags to apply some pressure on your forehead and your forearm to keep your bleeding to an absolute minimum.

She cursed softly under her breath, trying to think of what to do next.

"…Y/n? Y/n, wake up, stop sleeping," Haley's voice was quiet, her tone laced with urgency as she gently tapped your cheek.

Your eyes pulled themselves open and looked tiredly at her. "Hn?"

"I need you to sit up straight and pull your hoodie off. What do you have underneath?" Haley's words were gentle but firm as she carefully supported your shoulder and hip.

"…just a tank top."

Slowly, you strained to sit upright, wincing with discomfort. Haley could tell from the way your grip tightened on her wrist that you were not comfortable sitting for very long.

With Haley's assistance, you managed to pull your hoodie off, careful not to aggravate any wounds. Once the clothes were removed, Haley's eyes lingered on the minor cuts just below your chest, blood still seeping from the wounds. She grabbed the sponge again, gently brushing away the blood from your cuts.

After cleansing the wounds, Haley applied alcohol and antibiotics, causing you to grunt in discomfort. No words were exchanged as she skillfully wrapped bandages around your forehead, forearm, and abdomen. She then helped you into warmer clothes she found in her wardrobe, her movements gentle and reassuring.

"How do you feel?" Haley bit her lip, anxious. Honestly speaking, she wasn't confident in her abilities to treat injuries, so she anxiously awaited your response, hoping she hadn't made things worse.

"…I'm alright now," you rasped, your voice hoarse with exhaustion. "…thank you, Hay."

Haley felt a wave of relief wash over her at your words. Your face had regained some color compared to earlier when you looked as pale as a ghost.

"Do you want anything to eat?" she questioned tentatively. "I'll whip you up some tea and soup."

You swallowed gently and nodded your head.

"I'll be back soon then. Rest. I'll wake you when your soup is done."

****

About twenty minutes later, Haley went back into the living room, a tray in her hands. She found you sprawled on the couch (thankfully not moving too much), embracing your rucksack in your arms once again. She wanted to question what was inside and why you couldn't part with it so much but decided to make sure you were okay first.

The things she does for you.

She placed the tray of food on the coffee table and sat beside you, taking in your sleeping form.

"Y/n/n? Food's ready," Haley said softly, tapping your thigh to rouse you from your slumber.

Startled and kind of a forced of habit, you tried to sit up straight. Thankfully, Haley was fast enough to stop you.

"Don't get up. | don't want to wrap your wounds again," Haley admonished, her tone firm.

She grabbed a pillow and propped it behind your back to elevate your head slightly. As she picked up the bowl of chicken soup, she could feel your eyes on her.

"I can feed myself, Haley. Thank you," you finally spoke. Haley's eyes met yours briefly before she averted her gaze, a flicker of emotion passing over her features.

"Clearly, you aren't capable of feeding yourself. Stop being a baby and let me do this."

Your eyes settled on her for probably a full minute before you sighed in resignation. Despite the hardened gaze she probably wore on her face, Haley gently placed a spoonful of soup in your mouth.

"I know you can, Y/n," Haley spoke after a few moments. "But you lost too much blood already, I don't want you to bleed again."

"I'm sorry for causing you all this trouble," you uttered softly.

Haley paused and finally looked at you, like, really looked at you properly this time. Since you had arrived covered in mud and blood, she had been operating on autopilot, with only one mission: ensuring you were okay. It's the only thing running through her mind, leaving no room for anything else. Mainly, she hadn't thought about the impact of her words.

"Don't be ridiculous. It's no trouble. I'm just..." Haley paused, thinking about what words to use without giving away that she cared too much. "I'm just glad that you're okay."

Once you had finished eating, Haley placed the empty bowl down and reached for a damp cloth. Brushing away a stray lock of your hair, she gently wiped away a few drops of blood and dirt, her touch surprisingly gentle. She was so focused on her task that she didn't notice you watching her quietly, your expression softening as she attended to the blemish on your face.

"Haley..." you called softly, breaking the silence. Haley looked down at you, her eyes startled. A small, appreciative smile graced your lips as you continued, "Thank you."

Haley couldn't help but smile in return. Sometimes it's hard to stay mad at you. "You can thank me by resting and making sure this won't happen again."

You chuckled softly as you closed your eyes, resting your head against the pillow once more. "No promises."

Seeing that you were getting sleepy, Haley quickly gathered the empty bowl and cup and placed them in the sink. When she returned, she extended a hand to help you up, much to your confusion.

"Come, let's get you to my room."

"Haley," you protested weakly. "I couldn't possibly impose more than I already have."

"Shut up. I won't let an injured woman sleep on the couch, Y/n."

Despite your protests, Haley managed to convince you to agree with her proposed setup. While Haley wasn't entirely keen on sleeping on the couch herself, it's not like she has a choice on the matter. The cushion is uncomfortable as hell, it's like sitting on a pile of bricks. That's more than enough reason to let you sleep on her bed. Plus, with the mess and worry weighing on her mind, she doubted she'd be able to sleep anyway.

She was about to leave to clean the mess in the living room when she finally sat you down on her bed, but a hand stopped her.

"…have you seen my bag, Hay?"

"Oh, that? Do you want me to get it for you?"

"No, no. Thanks but I can get it myself." You made a move to stand but Haley kept a firm grip on your shoulder.

Haley frowned. "You can't barely even stand. Do you think I'm gonna let you walk by yourself? What's in the bag anyway? I'll get it for you."

"I'm wounded, not disabled–" you tried to say but Haley only raised an eyebrow at you, daring you to finish your sentence. You sighed when you realized that you wouldn't win against her again. "It's... it's a gift."

"For whom?" Haley couldn't help but ask. Who could you possibly want to give a gift that you almost died just to get it?

Was it for Penny? Haley heard she liked gems as well. Or was it Maru? If she could remember correctly, tomorrow's her birthday and she seemed to like everything you can find in caves. This totally makes sense.

But why did her heart clench at the thought? More importantly, how did she even remember all this information when she didn't care about them at all?

Before you could respond, Haley left the room to retrieve your rucksack. She felt like she didn't need to hear the answer to her question.

When she returned, she wordlessly handed the bag to you, prepared to leave the room once more. However, your voice stopped her in her tracks.

"It's for you."

She turned, mouth agape. "What?"

"It's for you." You smiled warmly as you held out a familiar-looking crystalline gem, about the size of a palm, emitting a dazzling array of colors.

Haley's initial surprise quickly turned to dismay as she recognized the mineral. Her frown deepened, and a flicker of discomfort passed through her eyes at the sight of it. She knew what it was, and just the thought of touching it made her feel physically ill.

"What's wrong?" you asked, concerned at her sudden change in demeanor.

"I..."

"Keep it," she said with finality. "Good night, Y/n."

With a curt nod, she turned on her heel and stormed off, the sound of the door slamming shut echoing in the room as she left.

****

She shouldn't have said that. She knows she shouldn't have but she was just so worried she couldn't control anything else spouting from her foul mouth.

She hated how she caused the light in your eyes to die down. Hated the way you weren't able to say anything else. Hated the way she just couldn't probably express her worries properly.

Now you probably thought she hated your guts.

Which is far from the truth. Kind of the opposite actually but she's far too tired and confused to delve into her feelings further at the moment.

It's true she doesn't share the same passion for gems and rocks as her sister Emily, and people will generally thank someone who will give them a prismatic shard because for one, they are pretty, she's not gonna lie about that. Secondly, they're super rare and by extension, expensive.

Haley just couldn't bring herself to appreciate it in the same way.

She hated them with passion. And she hated people assuming she liked shiny things because of her personality.

While it's true she's kind of materialistic, it was a trait ingrained in her from years of her parents trying to compensate for their absence by showering her with gifts.

She didn't like being materialistic, but she's so used to it that it's hard to stop.

And she hated how you seemed to think the same way about her when you thought about giving her a prismatic shard as a gift. That all she ever was were just pretty and expensive gifts.

And she hated how you let yourself get hurt just to give her this.

She hated everything about this.

****

Haley spent the majority of the night cleaning the living room, hoping to tire herself out enough to dull the heaviness and emptiness in her heart. She didn't know it was possible to feel both at the same time, but there she was, experiencing it firsthand, and she despised every moment of it.

And she hated herself more now because she found herself padding her way towards her room. Her steps faltered when she saw you peacefully sleeping on her bed. A gentle smile touched her lips at the sight of your chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm.

Unable to resist, Haley approached you quietly. She carefully tucked you in, a tenderness in her actions that betrayed the turmoil in her heart. Leaning down, she pressed a soft kiss to your bandaged forehead, a gesture she had learned from her late grandmother.

"To kiss the pain away," her grandmother used to say, and Haley found solace in that belief.

With one last caress of your cheek, Haley settled onto the foot of her bed, a magazine in hand, silently hoping for the sun's rays to finally peek behind the horizon by her room's window.

****

Haley woke up surprisingly lacking any back pains. She didn't feel sleep-deprived either.

Wait—

How'd she get in her bed? You're supposed to be– Oh.

She sat up straight when she realized she was holding a letter in her hand. Straightening up the almost crumpled paper, she could recognize your handwriting immediately.

Good morning, Haley. Sorry for the disturbance last night, and thank you for taking care of me. It means a lot. I didn't want to impose more than I already have so I excused myself while you were asleep. Thank you again. — Y/n

Haley studied the letter, noting the hastily scribbled handwriting that differed from your usual neat script. She could imagine you rushing to write it just to avoid dealing with her.

It hurt more than she cared to admit. But after what she said to you, who was she to complain?

At this point, it would be a miracle if you still talked to her.

"Good morning, sis!" Emily chirped, her voice echoing through the room as Haley emerged from her room. She sat on the couch, casually knitting what appeared to be another sweatshirt.

Haley's expression was one of mild annoyance as she replied, "It's noon."

She glanced around the living room, noting the sunlight filtering in through the curtains, indicating that the day was well underway and the storm had thankfully subsided.

"Storm has passed but Caroline canceled, just to be safe," Emily responded, her fingers deftly working the knitting needles as she spoke. "And I know it's noon. Just wanted to emphasize you slept late, little lady."

Haley let out a resigned groan, her movements sluggish as she made her way toward the kitchen to avoid further conversation with her sister.

"Just so you know, I saw Y/n/n come out of your room!" Emily called out from the living room, her tone playful yet teasing.

Haley froze mid-step, her grip tightening on the handle of her mug. "Wha—" Her voice wavered slightly, betraying her surprise. "Nothing happened!"

"Of course, nothing's going to happen in that state she's in," Emily retorted.

Haley couldn't ignore the sense of urgency that suddenly gripped her at the mention of your state. You're in no condition to go home all by yourself.

"Just tell me you took her home," she pleaded, her tone softening slightly as she returned to the living room.

Thankfully, Emily's too caught up with her work to notice that brief slip-up of vulnerability Haley rarely shows.

"I volunteered actually, but Penny saw us on our way and insisted she could do the job," Emily explained, her tone matter-of-fact.

"And you agreed?!" she sputtered incredulously.

"Of course, I would!" Emily readily defended. "She volunteered!"

Haley's sigh was heavy as she sank down onto the couch next to Emily. "You should have woken me up."

She could feel Emily's eyes settling on her as if trying to decipher what's got her so distressed.

"I tried, but Y/n/n won't let me. Said you needed the sleep," Emily finally answered after a few moments of silence.

"You're unbelievable." Haley couldn't help but massage the bridge of her nose at Emily's casualness about the situation as if seeing a heavily injured farmer waltz out of Haley's room was just a normal occurrence. "I suppose she told you what happened then?"

"Uh-huh. Accident in the mines, right? And she went here instead to the clinic because Harvey would kill her once he saw her state." Emily chuckled, her tone light as if discussing the weather. "He just literally told her last time to take it easy."

Haley blinked in disbelief. "And how do you know this?"

"Everyone knows this, Haley." Emily looked at her as if wondering why she didn't know this piece of information. "It's practically a common thing to see Y/n/n passed out outside in the morning."

Haley's brows furrowed in frustration, her mind racing with thoughts. Of course, she doesn't know this. If she would have known, she would have told you to take it easy. Hell, she'll help with farming if it will make things easier for you. This thing where you pass out and overwork yourself shouldn't be normalized. Actually, if anything—

She stopped herself from this line of thinking because why the hell was she even considering helping out with your farm when she, in fact, hated dirt?

"She also told me how you stepped up and helped her," Emily continued, her voice pulling Haley back to the present moment. She felt Emily's hand pat her shoulder in a gesture of reassurance. "I saw she's well-cleaned up. I'm proud of you, sis."

Haley forced a smile, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. I'm not proud of what I did, Em.

*****

Summer 10

The sky was painted with hues of pink and orange as Haley sat alone on the shore, the gentle sound of waves lapping against the sand providing a soothing rhythm to her troubled thoughts. She had come here seeking solace, the ocean always offering her a sense of peace in times of distress.

The events yesterday had bothered her more than she had let on. She convinced herself you'd understand why she reacted the way she did but a part of herself thinks she should apologize.

But as stubborn as she is, she instead spent the whole day sulking, which is what she did.

She embraced her knees closer to her chest, fingers brushing the bracelet adorning her wrist. It was her great-grandma's, a delicate piece of jewelry passed down through generations adorned in gold and pearl on the middle part. Her grandmother has given it to her instead of her mom because she'd rather wear luxurious things than some hand-me-down jewelry. But Haley loved them, and it's probably the only piece of jewelry she'd ever wear aside from the shell necklace she was wearing now.

It was a ritual of sorts for her, wearing the bracelet whenever she felt sad and alone. It's as if wearing it made her feel like her grandma was with her at this very moment, comforting her.

She was so lost in her own thoughts that she didn't realize her bracelet had slipped from her wrist. It wasn't until she reached to adjust it that she felt its absence.

"Oh, no..."

With trembling hands, she combed through the sand, her movements growing more frantic with each passing moment. Her eyes scanned the water's edge, fearing the worst as she desperately sought any glimmer of gold amidst the grains of sand.

No, no... impossible. She made sure she was far enough from the water for that specific reason.

An hour passed with no sign of the precious heirloom, and Haley felt tears welling up in her eyes as desperation threatened to consume her. She practically combed the whole beach for it and still no signs of the bracelet.

She couldn't help but slump back to the sand. She's feeling everything too much.

She's such a useless piece of shit. She couldn't even kept an important heirloom. How the hell can she even keep someone like you in her life?

Everyone's right. She's way up high in the clouds that everything she touches crumbles within her fingertips.

The tears are threatening to fall from her eyes and a sob is rising on her throat.

And just before a tear fell from her eyes, a hand shot up and grabbed her by the shoulder.

She looked up and met a pair of gray eyes staring into her own. The grayish color of your eyes is stark and deep and seemed a little bluish from the illumination of the sun. It almost looked like the sky during spring or the ocean seen from a cruising ship as a cold tundra threatened to ruin the quiet solitude of the season. Your eyes telltale thousands of untold stories with every blink, stories too ambiguous, too dark for any of them to understand. Though not dark enough to feed her thoughts of the midnight sea, of storms and drowning.

Calloused fingertips thumbed mascara stains from her cheeks with such gentleness Haley doesn't think she deserves.

"I'm here," you murmured. "What happened, Haley?"

"I l-lost it," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion as she struggled to hold back tears. "My bracelet... it's gone! I know I had it on when I got here... But now it's gone, Y/n and I can't find it anywhere..."

She couldn't help the sob that escaped her as she burrows closer into you. She had probably stained your shirt with expensive make-up and salty tears but she didn't care as she dug her face deeper into your collar bone further and sucks a shaky breath.

"Shh," you soothed, sturdy arms wrapped around her tightened instinctively. "I'll go find it, don't worry."

"I'll never find another one like it..."

"I'm really sorry..." she felt you murmur against her hair. "I'm sure it's just around here somewhere."

"...maybe it'll wash up on another shore," she hiccuped between sobs. "I can't bear to think of it at the bottom of the ocean."

"We'll find it, okay?" you assured her, and Haley swore her heart stopped beating when you planted a soft kiss on her forehead. "Stay here. We're not leaving until we find your bracelet."

****

And truth be told you did find it.

After what seemed like an eternity of combing through the sand, Haley's eyes lit up as she spotted the familiar-looking bracelet in your hands.

With a smile so bright it rivaled the sun, you approached her.

"You found it!" she cheered as she run towards you, hopping from the sand and straight to your arms.

You weren't deterred by this and proceeded to secure your arms around her to prevent her from falling.

"Careful there, we don't want to drop it again, do we?" You barked out a laugh but Haley was quick to recognize the grunt of pain in them.

"Yoba, I'm sorry! I forgot you're still wounded!" Haley made a move to let you go but you weren't having any of it. If anything, you hold her tighter. Haley couldn't help but let out a laugh as well as she wrapped her arms around your neck just as firmly. "Thank you so much, Y/n. You're a lifesaver."

"You're welcome," you murmured against her chest. "Here, I'll help you wear it."

You gently set her down, much to her disappointment, and began to fasten the bracelet around her wrist, your actions filled with care and tenderness.

"Thank you, Y/n. Really," she murmured softly. "You're always there whenever I needed you and all you get as a thank you is me being... a bitch to you. I'm sorry."

You frowned. "You're not a... 'b' word. Far from it."

"'B' word,"she scoffed, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips "What are you, twelve?"

"Hey!" you protested in mock indignation. "I can cuss. I just don't want to use it around you. I don't want to get used to it."

Haley's gaze softened drastically. If you keep this kind of consistency around her then Haley's bound to fall hard on her back. And since it's with you, you'd probably made your way to ensure she'll be falling in a pile of pillows and flowers. You're thoughtful like that.

"I'm sorry for giving you that gift yesterday..." you started after a moment of silence. "Let me finish first," you interrupted gently when you saw her mouth open to speak. "I just... prismatic shards are rare to find and I wanted to give it to you because I thought it's something you'd like to photograph."

You took her hand in yours, a tender gesture that made Haley's heart skip a beat, her cheeks flushing slightly at the warmth of your touch. The soft morning light bathed the shoreline in a golden hue, casting long shadows across the sand as gentle waves lapped against the shore.

"But then I realized how it may have looked like to you, and I'm sorry I made you feel that way."

"Y/n..."

"So I like to try again." Without further explanation, you strode towards the boat beside Elliot's cabin, your steps confident and purposeful, and produced a bouquet of—wait, are those sunflowers?

"No way!" she sputtered as she tried to fight the grin threatening to spill on her face. You're not supposed to look this dashing walking towards her with a bouquet in hand. It's unfair!

"Yes way." you grinned at her as you handed her the flowers, your eyes sparkling with mischief. "I hope I'm forgiven."

"I'm supposed to be the one saying sorry, you dunce!" Haley playfully slapped your shoulders before accepting them. "They're beautiful, Y/n! These are my absolute favorite! Thank you."

"No worries. And if you're free you can take a look at them at my farm."

"You planted them?" Now that she had mentioned it, it sounded like a stupid question. Of course, you planted them yourself, where else can you get these flowers?

But as usual, being the kind and patient person that you are, you only beamed at her and nodded. "Yep! I planted a whole yard."

"For real?"

"For real," you affirmed, your smile widening at her incredulous expression.

"But why? I mean compared to other crops I'm sure sunflowers aren't that profitable."

You shrugged again, your expression softening. "Eh, I wasn't aiming for the profit. I was aiming for your smile."

****

A/n: my toes are curling while I wrote this, I hope you felt the same. Anyway, the bouquet of sunflowers isn't the same bouquet that makes Haley your girlfriend. It's just a regular ol' bouquet our farmer has personally crafted because she's a simp for our queen but just too oblivious to see it. Sorry for the delay, I had just finished my clinical recently so I was busy the whole month of April. Hope y'all like this one!

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Hi, I am the one who ask for a, TMNT boys react to their s/o being cat called, on your other tumblr page. I understand. Please take your time. I hope you have a lovely day.💖

TMNT reaction to s/o being cat called

A/n: Hello! I'm in fact not dead! Sorry for the long wait and I hope you enjoy. Thanks for requesting!

Leonardo

Now you think he would be the most rational out of his brothers

But you would be wrong. I firmly believe he would be off the rails about the whole situation

He has to keep his cool all the time, but seeing you being threatened, cat called, or hurt in any sort of way? It's over.

All rationality and reasoning flies out of the window.

If you get cat called. He's going to make sure your safe and then he's going to beat said cat caller up.

He will not hesitate. He'll look at the cat caller. Look at you. Back at the cat caller and then bam! he's on the move.

The only way to stop him from rearranging your cat caller's face is by keeping a hold on him. If your hand is placed on him or your holding his arm. He'll stay put and keep on his merry way

But otherwise it's so over for that cat caller.

And afterwards Leo will take you for ice cream or to some sort of food place that you love

He'll be extra cute and loving towards you as if he didn't just beat tf out of someone.

If you question it or bring it up he'll just sigh and say

"the things you do for the people you love"

Just know he does it bc he loves you. Your safety it means everything to him and he wouldn't let anyone harm you, physically or mentally.

Raphael

I firmly believe Raphael will turn to said cat caller and ask them if they have a death wish

Man is straight to the point

Immediately he has a thousand different problems

He's probably not gonna beat them up bc Lord knows he would have zero restraint

But he'll give a speech most likely layered with threats

"you see her/him? Their valuable. Their priceless. An absolute treasure to me and you..you have the entire day to be an idiot and you choose now to be one?"

He's Mr.i'm not insulting you, I'm describing you.

He'll insult him until you laugh. His goal is solely to make you laugh so you can feel better and then you'll go on with your day.

If you don't laugh he'll ask you if you want him to beat him up bc once he gets the green light from you

It's game over for that cat caller.

When all is said and done he's going to be snuggled close to you like he a giant teddy bear.

Donatello

He's going to try to be as calm as possible

And he's going to think he's handling the situation calmly

But he's going to have either a glare that could kill you or a resting bitch face during the whole altercation

He'll tell your cat caller to get lost and he'll make sure you get to where your going safely

And the moment Donnie is alone he's going to hack everything that cat caller owns

I'm talking bank information, email, all their personal accounts on everything

He's going to inconvenience tf out of your cat caller simply bc he inconvenienced you and made you uncomfortable and he's not gonna let that slide.

Ofc after all is said and done he will proudly show you what he did

In the hopes it will make you feel better.

Be prepared he's going to be extra affectionate to ensure you feel better, but mainly it's to make him feel better. He doesn't like seeing you in any sort of distress.

It bothers him so please give him hugs

Michelangelo

I firmly believe Mikey will turn into a feral street cat

Your not gonna know what his response is going to be

He might just beat the cat caller up

Maybe he'll threaten him

But guarantee that the cat caller will be scarred for life

He will ensure that the call caller learns their lesson

But his number one priority will be you

If he knows he can't do anything bc your scared or freaked out or it's unsafe to Mikey than he won't do anything

But he will remember the cat caller's face and he will come back to finish the job

But he won't tell you that

He'll make sure you get home and he'll reassure you and kiss your face and joke around

He'll cheer you up and make you feel as right as rain

And if you ever find out he did in fact go back to finish the job. he will deny it until the day he dies. He will never admit to it.

#teenage mutant ninja turtles x reader #tmnt 2014 #tmnt bayverse #tmnt imagine #tmnt x reader #tmnt donatello #tmnt mikey #tmnt ralph #tmnt leonardo

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futureplayboibunnie · 11 months

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Strong Enough

Miguel O’Hara x fem!reader

18+ MDNI (y’all pls this is filthy)

- GIGGLING. KICKING MY FEET. i came back from spiderverse with JUST THIS MAN ON MY MIND. oscar isaac ur service is appreciated cause gah dayum.

- i had to write some super angsty smut abt him. i just had to, he’s so lana del rey vinylllll. i’m sorry if my spanish is crap (i had to use google translate bc my stupid ass took german instead of spanish in school- pls tell me if there were any mistakes. kiss kiss x)

warnings: dom!miguel, pnv, lotsa dirty talk (think i got carried away), angsty miguel, FANGS, sort of a soft end. AGGHH IM SO CRAZY ABOUT HIM WHAT THE FUCK.

enjoy bbygirls x

Miguel was furious as usual, his blood was beating like a drum with it, his mind buzzing akin to white noise. New anomalies, new foes but mostly a pesky kid who didn't know how to stay put and shut the fuck up- Miles Morales. He was seething- his eyes glowing a crimson hue violently assaulting against the hazel of his eyes. He looked like shit. Hell, he felt like shit. He was slipping, letting things get in the way, and he blamed you for it. Miguel doesn't slip. Miguel doesn't let things get in the way. Only until you came into his life and veered him off his intended course.

It was his hegemonic masculinity piping up like a hot breath down his neck. Miguel brought together the spider society- he was the solution to every problem, every anomaly, the answer to every spider. But he doesn't answer to himself. No, he didn't. You were the one that was overseeing Miguel's little society, hiding and checking in from time to time if the multiverse wasn't fucked up and every dimension was in a semi-stable state. Miguel was in control of the other spiders, he had to run his orders by you first even if you weren't at HQ half of the time. Being in a subservient position was exorbitantly and intensely frustrating and it made him highly hostile to anyone who talked to him.

You on the other hand had the jurisdiction to give him the authority- you gave him the damn idea, you were from his damn universe, but you couldn't deal with the politics and moral dilemmas that came with leading it. Also, you enjoyed toying with him. Fuck you found so much satisfaction in crawling through him, blowing at that over-inflated ego, those broad shoulders filled to the brim with hubris and pride. Hm, he was good at what he did though- actively scaring off anyone who dared speak against him. Except for Morales. You appreciated his pluck, it reminded you of yourself. Miguel was formidable but you understood why he needed to apprehend Morales- for some reason every time you were near the kid you started glitching out, it fucking hurt and messed with your brainwaves. You understood why he had to capture Miles but you didn't agree with how he was handling it. Miguel was sitting at his desk trying to figure out why this was happening and why this was happening to you but he came up empty. He didn't know what to think about it let alone do. It made him feel uneasy and he hated it. Cómo pedo solucionar esto? (How do I fix this?) kept looping throughout his head and it made him feel helpless and weak. Two words he would never associate with himself.

‘’Miguel.’’ Your voice echoed off the walls and shot straight to his ears, it was smoky and breathy.

"Y/N. Qué estás haciendo aquí? What do you want?’’ His usual low timbre makes your brows furrow involuntarily. ‘’Get out of the shadows.’’ He ordered and for once you listened to him, hopping on his platform behind him.

‘’Morales.’’ You stated deadpan knowing the reaction he was going to get, Miguel's eyes drastically narrowed and changed from a soft ambient scarlet to a scorching blood red. He turned his face a little to the side to glare at you.

"That kid touches anything in another dimension, I'll kill him myself.’’ He replied huskily. You weren't sure if you could trust his words. Yes, he was capable of it but you know deep down he wouldn't want to.

His moral compass strayed once, he won't let that happen again. Never.

"You wanna kill kids now? Is that how low we're going?'’

'We? There's we now?’’

You cocked your head at his question, your face remaining hard.

He stared at you in silent fury, of course he wouldn't want to resort to that but he had to do what he had to do. Miguel was surprised you didn't want to take him yourself considering he makes you glitch out. He hates you, God he hates you. But what happened to you...scared him. You'd been a part of this for so long, if anyone was going to hurt you it would be him- not anyone else. If anyone else did- Miguel dismissed the thought as quickly as it came.

Sometimes when he looked at you, he couldn't help but admire your callousness, your brutality yet your undying generosity to people who didn't deserve such a royalty. On the other hand, you were fucking gorgeous. He hated it. It was distracting. It was cruel. Though he couldn't help a little blip or mishap with his thought process- he was still a man after all. Miguel wondered what was under that suit. Wondered what you would like with nothing on at all. Wondered if you would still talk back with that snotty little attitude if you were choking on his dick instead. Though he wouldn't trust you not to bite his dick off in the process. Would you like his fangs? Would you like his claws? He shouldn’t be thinking such a thing.

‘’I should ask you the same question since he affects your stability tambi��n.’’ He replied calmly, slightly shocking you. ‘’No matter, I'll stop it. Alone.’’ He growled as he stepped off the platform, tired of entertaining this conversation with you. ‘’You've done enough damage as it is, now I have to fix it.’’

‘’I caused this damage? You realize how fucking stupid you sound. You control the spiders, I let you make orders.’’ You strike a harsh tone as you jolted in front of him to stop his path. Shit, he towered above you, all broad shoulders and disheveled hair. Although he undermined you like this, you wouldn't mind it in other situations...but at work, he was quite literally a piece of work and it made your blood boil. You both knew, you both could feel the palpable hatred swinging and beating again. ‘’And alone? I don't trust you not to kill him, Miguel.’’ You scowled, your eyes wide and piercing through him, halting him in his tracks. The gaze shared between you both was impenetrable, scorching, a battle against wills.

‘’I can't let you.’’ He shot back with a frown and grating red eyes.

‘’While I watch helplessly from the sidelines? I don’t think so. ’’ You challenged him white cold.

‘’I'm asking you, don't let me make you.’’ He gritted through clenched teeth, his fangs lightly protruding.

He was trying to scare you, it wasn't working.

‘’What is this to you? Playtime? To prove you're the strongest, to create fear wherever you go?’’ You pleaded with him orotund, inviting a yelling match to prove you weren't going down easy on this occasion.

You let Miguel do whatever he damn pleased like this was his own hunting grounds- but you won't let him lose his sanity.

‘’What? No.’’He replied shocked and confused at your presumed reasons why he was doing this. He just had to. He couldn't tell you the deep-rooted reason.

He didn't want to admit it.

Fuck, he couldn't admit it.

What kind of man would that make him?

What kind of leader? What kind of example would he be?

‘’Then what is it-?’’ He was trying to walk away from you but you snaggled onto his suit and brought him back to face you. ‘’Tell me.’’ You ordered stiffly.

‘’I have to do this alone.’’ His voice faltered a little and he was afraid that you might have heard it, that he gave you a glaring view of how quickly he was slipping through the cracks- how weak you've made him, how weak he was becoming.

‘’Why? Why do you need to, Miguel?!’’ You were almost yelling at him and no one other than you would get the privilege of living if they did that.

‘’Stop it.’’ He grunted like a wild animal.

"Then what-? What is it?’’ Your eyes searched for his as he was avoiding looking at your face, terrified that it would be written all over it. His heart was pounding.

‘’I'm not-‘’

‘’Not what?’’ You implored, pushing him further and further to the edge.

‘’I'm not strong enough.’’

‘'Strong enough? Oh yeah, and going after a kid will make you stronger.’’ You chided, eyes stiff cold, and judgemental.

‘’Yes, fuck. I-. No!’’ Miguel raked an exasperated hand through his hair, his palm was twitching and his talons were ready to come out. If only he could make you understand without telling you- but you were insatiable, a tick under his skin. Ready for another fucking fight.

Your eyebrows wilted as you said the words, so unbelievably paralyzed by his gall, his hubris, his never-ending need to prove he's the strongest, that he could do all of this. You knew he fucking could. ‘’That's what this is, some sort of bench press exercise for you? Some sort of work-out?!’’ Miguel grabbed you by the arms and his talons pinched at your skin through his suit, like he was trying to shake some sense into you.

‘’I can't lose you again!’’ He yelled at you, his face merely inches away from yours.

Your mouth popped open at his frazzled admission of honesty, his glowing red eyes faded as he stared at you, hoping for an answer he was sure you wouldn't give him. Miguel's harsh expression was lost with the wind when he hung his head to avoid that fucking look in your eyes. The one that made all the weight of the world he carried on his shoulders all the more fucking heavier, his hands raked down your arms as if he was soothing himself, and his breath became heavier as he closed his eyes to process the words he uttered. You glitching out every time Miles was near you is not an option he was willing to entertain: it was his job to worry about anomalies and canon events but on this occasion- he didn't. And he was admitting that to you.

It's not the fact that he's dangerous or an anomaly. It's because of you.

What kind of selfish would that make him?

Last time that happened he lost everything.

He would never make the same mistake again.

But look at him now.

Making the same mistake.

‘’I can't lose you. No otra vez....I'm not str-I'm not strong enough.’’ His head hung low as if the weight of the universe was saving him from completely falling apart.

You sighed in a mix of relief and pity. This is what it was all about? Pobre cosa (poor thing). Your eyes were wide with a magnetic pulse and your body was radiating a mesmeric need. He felt it. Your hands flew to his chest and slowly meandered to his broad shoulders, he was panting in exhaustion and regret but your fingers went to his chin and jutted it upwards so your longing stare could meet his. It was a scorching look between two tired and exhausted people. Miguel was working himself so hard and you just wanted to make him forget about it, just once.

‘’Miguel…’’

‘’Ahora me he dado cuenta de que no puedo hacer nada de esto sin ti.’’ (I've now come to realize that I can't do any of this without you). Miguel's eyes flitted to your lips, his voice low and husky...needy. ‘’But I'm a selfish man... y te necesito.’’ (and I need you). Your face looked blank, it's obvious you didn't understand a word he was saying. ‘’Whatever, you wouldn't understand what I'm saying anyway.’’ Miguel dismissed you as he let go of your embrace and attempted to head out.

Before he could move away too far, you exposed your wrist and webbed him, dragging him back to you. His eyes glinted with a surprise yet they were dark with need and arrogance. Miguel was in front of you and your pussy started throbbing. His senses went into overdrive and he couldn't hold back his will to not touch you anymore.

‘'He entendido cada palabra que me has dicho.’’ (I've understood every word you've ever said to me.)

He gripped your face and kissed you hard, it was furious and mean, and he tasted dangerous- just as you expected, just as you had been silently begging him to. Lord, you were sure you'd regret this but right now your body was alive. Miguel's massive hands pulled at your hair to open your mouth wider

'’Miguel...féllame, por favor.’’ (fuck me, please) you uttered breathlessly, his mouth traveling from your bottom lip, chin, and then neck. His lips then went to breathe raggedly in your ear.

‘’You've understood everything I've ever said under my breath about you?’’ He murmured, imploring you to make him understand. He thought he had the privilege of saying things secretly as no one understood his Spanish but him, so he could say things he didn't want to keep inside without anyone else knowing. But you pulled the rug out from under him, you've been fooling him. He hated it. The number of times he's mumbled how much he wanted you under his breath- fuck.

‘’Mhm.’’ You moaned as his hands flew to your hips and slammed you down on his desk with no finesse, planting himself between your soft thighs. ‘’I thought you would've caught me earlier than this chico.’’ You teased- the thought made him angry. His talons seeped out of his skin and ripped at your suit, exposing the bare skin of your waist.

‘’Y me he dado cuenta de lo mojada que te pones cuando estás cerca de mí.’’ (And I've noticed how wet you get when you're near me) The filthy words rolled off of his tongue like velvet. ‘’Don't think you have the upper hand here sweetheart.’’

‘’Even when I want you to fuck me, you still have to fucking argue with me.’’ You growled as your hands burrowed into his long raven hair

‘’Oh, but you like it this way.’’ He smirked in your ear, the cadence of his voice reducing your knees to that of fucking jelly.

"How do you know what I like? You never asked.’’ You flirted back, treading on dangerous waters with the man that is known for having paper-thin patience.

‘’Shut the fuck up.’’ Miguel clawed at your waist and then spun you around so the tops of your thighs were. digging into the translucent glass of his desk. All of a sudden, he placed his large palm just below your neck and shoved you flat onto the desk just with brute force. You were sure you were about to start salivating.

‘’Oh, mierda.’’ He breathed raggedly, his wandering hands ripping at your suit. ‘’Beautiful, dangerous, deadly. Pretending as if you're better than me... like you're not capable of killing.’’ He ripped at your suit some more, exposing more of your skin. Your breath trembled in anticipation as he bent down to whisper hotly in your ear, your ass already feeling his strong- oh. Shit. ‘’You drive my fucking crazy, you know that?’’ He ripped your suit until it was nothing but scraps. You were naked and desperate under him.

‘’Me vuelves loco.’’ (You make me insane).

‘’Stop fucking talking and just take me, Miguel.’’ You whined desperately as your cheek pressed coldly against the glass, your hair splaying all over your shoulders like a waterfall.

‘’Abre la boca.’’ (Open your mouth) He growled like an animal but you were too concerned with your wobbly legs and fraying patience, you replied with a stunned silence, almost jittering like a fool. A frown contorted on Miguel's perfect face, scrunching up his chiseled, picturesque features. His right hand gripped your hair pulling you up to him, his left hand brushed against your lips until he fully force-plunged two fingers in your mouth- saliva coating his fingers as you gagged and choked. Oh, he couldn't wait to get you on your knees- the thought provoked some visceral reaction within him.

‘’'That's it, good girl.’’ He grumbled the affirmation and it sent sparks shooting throughout your body.

Miguel rarely ever praised or complimented so this....fuck. ...this was different, you felt so damn special to him. The ever-so-broody Miguel O'Hara calling you a 'good girl' made an unstoppable moan rip through your throat. ‘’Oh, so you like to be loud? Seems like you can't shut up when you're getting fucked too.’’ He insulted adding insult to injury which just made you sweat.

‘’Is the venom from your fangs rushing straight to your head, Miguel? Or did you not hear what I said?’’ You spat with a distinct sharpness that he'd come to expect from you, he was glad to see he hadn't scared the personality out of you which he had the tendency to do to every single person he met. However, one thing he absolutely couldn't tolerate was backtalking- which you had a tendency to get away with most times but he thought this was the perfect situation to reinstate his rules. Miguel tugged on your hair again like his own personal leash.

‘’Puede que quiera joderte ahora mismo, pero no pienses ni por un segundo que no te haré sufrir en el proceso.’’ (I may want to fuck the shit out of you right now but don't think for a second that I won't make you suffer in the process) His voice was aggressive and heady and you were stiff with arousal, your pussy was aching for him.

‘’Por favor Miguel.’’ You begged softly and it made his gaze narrow and his fangs spike out of his gums.

At times like this, he was glad he had a suit that would come on and off as he pleased- right now he was sweating with need and he was thankful he was able to quickly rid of his suit. Miguel didn't think he would be this hard, but then again you did always have a knack for surprising him when he least expected it. His large palm smacked at your ass and he was happy to see a large indent of the outline he made. Like he had a claim on you.

‘’Miguel!’’ You whined like a bitch in heat.

He didn't listen to your plead, he didn't even tease you into it first, his rigid dick just slipped into your soaking wet heat and he'd never felt this pleasure...ever. You were seriously about to cry. He wanted you to. Your pussy molded around his dick, and you were afraid he wasn't even going to fit- but Miguel always finds a way. He felt so...fucking good. The dull ache inside of your stomach was twisting into a fit of knots and butterflies, he quite literally pulsated inside of you

"Tan apretado cariño.’’ (So tight sweetheart) Miguel's chest rumbled alongside his dirty words. Fucking hell, it was like you were vacuum sealed to his dick. He started rutting into you with abandon, without mercy.

You felt so good. He was so.. good...at this, as much as you hated to admit it. He kept pawing at your body, his talons creating the animalistic tension that much heavier between you.

‘’Mi vida...’’ He purred in your ear, going harder and faster with every pained moan that ripped through your throat like it was an incentive for him to keep going.

‘’So perfect for me. Squeezing me so well...Mierda.’’

‘’You want me?’’ You teased innocently as you twisted your head to look at him through doe eyes. His eyes were roaring red as his grip on your hips seeped into your skin harder.

‘’You know I do.’’ Miguel gritted through clenched teeth, baring his fangs. The sight just made you wetter. ‘’Let me show you how much.’’ He bent down and it felt like he was going to snap you in half, you were so close to reaching your peak. To add insult to injury, he bit down on the skin of your bare shoulder blade and blood dripped from his fangs when he pulled away- your moan in response was that of perfection. Fuck it hurt but it felt amazing.

‘’It's okay, mi vida, come for me. I won't tell.’’ Miguel cooed, showing a tender side to him as he kissed down your shoulder blade to your back. You obeyed his command and came onto him- violently, so fucking hard. A guttural groan rumbled from his chest and your honeyed pants brought him back to life- a cause and effect. He fucked you through your orgasm and allowed himself the privilege of finishing inside you.

Miguel pulled out of you, leaking against the back of your thigh in the process. The scene was filthy, completely obscene and you never thought this would actually happen. ‘’Stay still princesa.’’ He commanded and you actually listened to him. The pressure of Miguel's body left you exposed as your ears pricked up to hear a rustle of draws and a clattering of things behind you. You turned your head around and his hologram suit was back on, it hugged him so fucking tightly your knees were starting to shake again.

You felt his presence again as you felt a cloth clean up the leaks down your thighs. ‘’Muchas gracias, Miguel.’’ Smartass. You flirted and he just smirked back at you, helping you stand up straight and face him when he got you cleaned up. You gazed up at him, quite chipper if you were being completely honest. Maybe a good hard fucking from his was all you needed to straighten you out. His eyes were still greedy as they raked up and down your naked body.

‘’As much as I prefer you like this...here.’’ A hologram covered you and your suit was back on, fine lines and all- well, that's easier than what you have to go through every day to get it sitting nicely.

You gazed at the scraps of your suit that were on the floor. Jesus Christ, he fucked like an animal.

"Nice to know chivalry isn't dead.' You tiptoed so you could get closer to his face and kissed his cheek. ‘’Thanks for the fuck, Miguel. Also by the way, I'm still not letting you kill that kid.’’ You patted his shoulder sarcastically- toying with him even further. You just walked away from him and his platform, you left him in a stunned silence and a blank expression, he scoffed breathlessly as he turned around to see you saunter away so damn confidently.

‘’Princesa no tan rapida.’’ (Not so fast princess) He replied back with a broken half smile. He suddenly exposed his wrist and a web flew to your waist and he instantaneously pulled you back in front of him. The breathless expression on your face was something that needed to be showcased in galleries.

‘’Can't lose me again? Object permanence is a thing you know torombolo.’’ You joked and his brows furrowed slightly in response, his arms wrapped tightly around you.

‘’Don't joke about that mi vida.’’ Miguel's face had a sheen of concern and it made your stomach twist into butterflies. ‘’You could die.’’ His voice came across as more stern than intended but you didn't back away like anyone else would do- you accepted him for who he was.

‘’Oh, Miguel...Please, we'll figure it out. But that kid you're after is probably scared and alone- just like you were, just like I was and I don't want that to swallow him.’’

‘’But every time-‘’ You pressed your pointer finger to stop his lips from moving.

"Shush. I've always trusted you, Miguel, now I don't even think there's a point in me being your higher-up. If we work together, you don't have to be afraid.’’ You caressed his face tenderly and he got lost in the softness of your words and your ever so guileless eyes.

‘’Okay?’’ Miguel turned his head to kiss at your palm as an affirmation.

‘’Okay.’’

#miguel ohara #miguel o’hara #spiderman 2099 #spiderman #miguel ohara smut #across the spiderverse #across the spider verse spoilers #miguel spiderverse #miguel o’hara smut #atsv miguel #miguel o’hara angst #spiderverse x reader #spiderman into the spiderverse

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spiderlandry · 9 months

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bunny — jake sully

Description: Jake always called you bunny. You were determined to get the meaning out of him.

Pairing: Jake Sully x GN!Reader

Warnings/Tags: heavy use of ‘bunny’ as a pet name, courting and talks of mating, jake being a little shit, just fluff, angst if you squint, unedited. also tsu’tey is alive bc i said so!

Word Count: 1.9k

Author’s Note: dont like this that much tbh. been feeling kinda insecure abt my writing lately so thats not helping lol

(Dialogue in italics is spoken in English, normal text is Na’vi)

You weren’t a stranger to the language barrier that existed between you and Jake. It was more prevalent during his training period, when you had taken over after Neytiri bargained with her parents in transferring the role to you. At first, it was a burden. Teaching a dreamwalker who had no place in the clan. But you also had a soft spot for Grace, who taught you what she could about their own culture.

Eventually, it became fun. There was a point where you realized you no longer saw him as responsibility, but rather as a companion.

Now, as the clan was making great progress after the war, Jake asked many eclipses ago if he could begin courting you. You were touched by his insistence on following tradition, though it was the least he could do. Still, he learned to weave (albeit badly at first), make accessories, and most importantly, speak your language. There were even times when Norm, whom you visited occasionally when Jake did, grumbled at how much better he’d gotten—referencing back to when the marine struggled getting it through his thick skull until you came along.

But there was just one thing that perplexed you. Even though Jake adopted the Na’vi language with an open heart, there was one word he refused to shake from his daily vocabulary: bunny.

When he first said it to you, you thought it might have been a slip-up. He was just learning how to make better landings with his ikran, and when you teased that he’d never be able to keep up with you, he said, “You don’t know what you’re in for, bunny.”

With ears flat against your head at the sound of a foreign word, you brushed him off and flew away, beckoning him to chase you once more.

Then, the war happened.

You didn’t hear it out of his mouth again until he began to court you, much more recently. The second time was when he greeted you outside your kelku with a serving of fruit wrapped in a leaf, one morning. This time, he said: “Rise and shine, bunny. I got something special for you.”

“Do you take me for a fool, Jakesully?” You replied.

His eyes widened upon hearing his entire name, likely fearful that he said something wrong. After all, he was still getting used to Na’vi customs.

You snickered at his reaction, “Why do you call me that?”

“Call you what?”

“Bunny. A human word.”

He smirked, that cocky little shit. “It’s just a term of endearment. Come on, eat. I brought you food.”

You took the item from his hand and invited him in.

A few more eclipses passed—he was busy in his role, training and working with Tsu’tey to make sure everything is in order, yet he found pockets of time during the day to be next to you while you did your part.

Jake was starting to spend more and more of his downtime in your kelku. It was common for you to wake up before dawn to see Jake already waiting outside, often with food and something he made.

Gifts were already piling up in your home. Around this time, it was customary for the other party to propose an official union to whom they were courting, but it seems Jake hadn’t gotten the courage just yet. Though, you never refused a gift; the poor man was trying his best to—in his words—be worthy of you. The sentiment and his reasoning made your heart swell, but there was one problem: he would not, for the love of Eywa, let up on calling you bunny.

Whenever you questioned him, his smirk only grew. You understood that Jake took pleasure in teasing you, hell, you teased him a lot more, but you no longer wanted to give him that satisfaction.

So, you devised a plan.

Jake, having been used to the growing intimacy that came along with courtship like the hugs and kisses, was taken aback when he was suddenly deprived of it.

He didn’t think much of it at first. When you no longer invited him into your home because you wanted to get started on your tasks early, he commanded you for your dedication and followed your example. But it kept happening, over and over again.

Then, you didn’t grin like you usually did when he kissed you on the forehead before leaving. Though he recognized the familiar purple hue on your cheeks, he began to worry that he was too overbearing or you’d lost interest. Or both.

He and Tsu’tey were sparring as an example for the younger warriors when his opponent noticed how easy it was to defeat him that day.

“Losing your touch, Jakesully?” Tsu’tey grinned, going for a hit against Jake’s side, the other one barely dodging it in time.

“No, man.” Jake stepped it up significantly, channeling his anger into the fake fight.

They kept going, quipping back and forth until Tsu’tey was able to hold him down and say, “Tap out, Jakesully.” His knee put pressure on Jake’s chest, “If you know what’s good for you.”

“Alright.”

They continued training throughout the day, but Tsu’tey ended it early.

“What is troubling you, brother?” He pulled Jake aside away from the crowd as they left training grounds.

Talking to him couldn’t hurt, Jake thought. “You know Y/N well, right?”

“We have been friends since we were babies, so yes.”

“They’ve been…distant, lately.”

Tsu’tey laughed, a glint in his eyes. “I’m sure you’ll be fine.” (In truth, you told Tsu’tey about your plan.)

After a beat, Jake stared at him with a bewildered expression. “What, that’s it? No advice?”

“You should have known better.”

Tsu’tey walked away, leaving Jake to stand there and wallow in his misery. (Misery may be a little farfetched. But it sure felt like that.)

Arriving home with a newfound determination after taking a deep breath, he trod lightly toward your kelku. He couldn’t hear you inside, but tapped on the door anyway.

“Look, bunny.” He sighed, not caring the stares others are shooting him. His dignity did not matter if it meant he could keep you. “I’m sorry for whatever I did. Can we talk? You—you know…I haven’t said it yet but I love you. I see you. Please let me in.”

One of your neighbours, seeing Jake grovelling outside your home, interrupted him.

“They are not home, Jakesully.”

He turned. “Do you know where they are?”

“They went out into the forest.”

“What? Why?”

“We don’t know.”

The sterile smell of the lab invaded your nostrils, your nose scrunching up on instinct and involuntarily giving one of the scientists angry eyes as they handed you a mask. You were familiar with the place, but you’d never been here without Jake.

“Where is Norm?” You tried not to run into their tiny workspaces, hissing when your foot hit the corner of a table. When the scientist didn’t answer, you took it upon yourself to wander around.

He appeared from around a corner. “Hey, what’s up?” He looked behind you. “Where’s Jake?”

“I did not bring him.”

“Alright, well.” Norm was speechless for a moment. “What do you need?”

“I need you to translate a word.”

“Um—sure, go right ahead.”

“Bunny.”

With Norm’s perplexed look, you waited patiently. Within a moment, he said, “Well…a bunny is an animal.”

“What does it mean to call someone that?”

“It depends on the context, but it’s likely a term of endearment. Why, is Jake calling you that?”

Growing impatient, “Show me this animal.” Before he can respond, “On your little touch pad.“

“Uhm. Sure. Of course.”

When he grabbed one and showed it to you, there were no words, you only stared at him for an explanation.

“Bunnies are—were—rare on Earth. They’re considered very cute because of their fur and small size.”

“But I do not have any fur. Nor am I small.”

He strained his head to make eye contact with you. “You’re right. But I think it’s just a cute nickname—“

A loud banging cut his sentence short, followed by a distressed sounding Jake saying, “Norm!”

You stayed back and watched as Norm excused himself to greet Jake at the door, disappearing into the corner. It was close enough you could hear their conversation.

“Hey, Jake, I was just—“

“I need your help.” He sounded out of breath. You snickered.

“Well let me get—“

“No time! I need to find Y/N—“

Deciding you had enough of hearing him so concerned, you strutted into his line of sight.

Jake‘s breath stuttered at the view of you. His hair was disheveled, tail swishing in all kinds fo directions. He closed the distance, then, suddenly remembering something, stayed frozen a few inches away. He scanned your figure, and satisfied, he began to breathe normally.

“I have been looking for you everywhere. Where have you been? I flew around with Bob and you were nowhere to be seen, they said you went into the forest and you—“

You placed a hand on his cheek, caressing it gently. “I am fine, beloved. I was here the whole time.”

“Here?” His voice cracked, more out of exhaustion. “But you never come here.”

“I needed to ask Norm a question.”

Jake glanced at the man mentioned for a second, who shrugged. “What for? You could have asked me.”

“That is the problem, I did ask you.”

At his furrowed brows, you explained. “I needed to know what you meant by bunny!”

“I told you it was a term of endearment.”

“But you never explained why,” you frowned.

“Look, I was coming to tell you something. Norm, can you leave?”

Relieved at no longer having to hear your lover’s quarrel, “For sure.”

Jake’s large hand snaked up to your neck, pulling you closer. “I’m sorry.”

“What for?”

“For whatever I did. I don’t know what I did, but you can tell me and I’ll try to make it up.”

“Jake—“

“Are you losing interest? Because if that’s it—mmph!”

You covered his mouth with your hand, holding back a smile.

“I should apologize. I was just playing with you.”

“Hm?” You felt his lips purse under your palm.

“You kept teasing me with bunny, and I didn’t want to give you the satisfaction of my frustration. It was not serious, love.”

Removing your hand, he silenced you this time by slotting his lips over yours, subsequently smiling at the prospect of you not actually being mad at him.

When he pulled away, both of you were beaming.

“I have something else to tell you,” he licked his lips, your eyes gravitating toward it. “I love you. I see you. Can we—um…” He seemed to lose confidence, losing his footing in the words.

“Say it.”

“I want to mate with you. I want to be your mate. Be with you forever, please?” His eyes softened, searching yours for any sign of rejection.

Yet, he found none. He found only what he has found in you countless times, and that’s a simple emotion: happiness. At least, it was simple when it came to you. You made it that way.

“So? What do you say, bunny?”

You playfully slapped his chest. “Of course. Forever.”

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Additional A/N: the ‘bunny’ nickname was inspired by stargirlrchive’s fic here

#jake sully x reader #jake sully #avatar the way of water #atwow #avatar #avatar twow #jake sully fluff #jake sully x you #jake sully imagine #avatar imagine #atwow imagine

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dearshelby · 10 months

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How do you think the each Shelby would react with having a very tall, commanding female s/o who could probably give them a run for their money in a fight? Maybe she went to war disguised as a man too..

All the Shelby content I've read is with petite, delicate readers and as someone who is AFAB, 6'4", and works out; I'm kind of curious as to what they would be like around someone like me 😭

Alright, I'm sorry it took soooo long for me to answer your request 😅 I hope my headcanons make some justice bc the standardization in reader inserts is real

Arthur

• I'm not gonna lie, he'd be impressed by a woman taller than him, especially by the 1920s standards he's very tall himself, so it's needless to say he's surprised. However, Arthur works like a curious cat, at first he watches from far then slowly gets close.

• Consciously or not, I think Arthur is drawn to commanding people, he didn't put up a fight for the lead with Tommy and he married Linda, so as long as he doesn't feel his "masculinity" is being "disrespected" he's 100% up for the ride.

• Arthur's conservatisme is a complicated subject, he is still attached to gender roles but not too much, only reaching for them when he feels disrespected (like when Polly and Linda fooled him in s4). Therefore, he'll be surprised his girl can fight, he spent a long time in box rings and rarely saw women, so he's proud she can defend herself but also hesitant in being playful about it, he doesn't trust himself.

• However, after some time and reassurance, he'll absolutely want her to show her abilities. Obviously, not in a real fight, more in a coach/pupil way. He'll be glad in teaching her hits she doesn't know and learning ones he doesn't.

• If he found out she went to war, he'd be so utterly confused, what possibly made her go through all the risk of getting caught? Or worse, dying on the battlefield? He can't find a logical reasoning behind it even if she gives him one.

• Then things will be a bit awkward, they went through the same experience, maybe hers were a bit harder because she had to keep a disguise and yet, she doesn't seem fucked up in the head like him, of course she has her own traumas do deal with, but she doesn't seem bad as him.

• It might take a while for him to assimilate the news, but once he does, depending on her reactions, he might lean to her when the PTSD is hitting too hard.

• At last, Arthur is still a very protective partner, it doesn't matter if she can defend herself or not or if he has to stretch himself, he'll rest his arm around her shoulders.

Tommy

• This boy absolutely REFUSES to get on his tiptoes for a kiss, he'll grab her face and pull her to his height. He's tiny, bossy and very proud, at least when in public.

• Being also very commanding, their personalities might conflict or not, it depends if she sides up with him or not, if she does it's likely he'll have her sort like Billy Kimber had Roberts. However, he's still protective, so that's only with legal business.

• Out of the three brothers, Tommy is the one who least seemed to enjoy fistfights and he's way too serious to be playful about it, he'd hate the idea of his S/O having to defend herself alone and will be curious about why would a woman learn to fight like that.

• Now, finding out she was in France will be a shock to him, his reaction won't be big, he'll want to know why she did it then probably won't mention it again, assuming that like himself, she doesn't want to talk about it.

• At some point of the relationship, someday the family will be drinking together at the Garrison, for once everything is fine, they're all laughing and a bit drunk - and it takes a while for Tommy to get drunk - he'll take advantage of the fact her shoulder is near his cheeks to rest his head on it.

John

• He's a menace (affectionately) and in his eyes, he just found the perfect partner for his mischief. He'll insist she shows him her best hits and will have much fun playing fight or wrestling.

• John is very proud so even if she's making him struggle, he won't stop until he wins. It's a bit harder because he's also making sure of not accidentally hurting her, so his hits are actually fairly weak.

• He might be annoyed by her commanding personality sometimes, he's the head of his own family so he should be the one setting the rules, he knows she means no harm though, much like Arthur, if he doesn't feel like his "masculinity" is being threatened, he's all good, he might even answer her with "yes, ma'am" when he's in a good mood.

• Someday she'll get home and John will have sewn a blade in one of her hats. It's just a joke though, he's not fond of his S/O being part of the dangerous side of business, at most he's fine with her working at the betting shop.

• At last, he was quite young when he went to war, only 17 according to his own words, he rarely - if ever - talks about it, but I have the theory his reckless behavior is result of trauma, being so young in that ambient desensitized him to violence and he seems very proud of have fought, if she struggles with trauma he's not the best person to go to since he doesn't know how to deal with his own.

• John will comfort her with warm hugs and a glass of whiskey, but he doesn't have the most comforting words to offer, like his brothers, he's very much confused about why would she put herself through that.

#arthur shelby x reader #tommy shelby x reader #john shelby x reader #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinders headcanon #request

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bluexiao · 2 years

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can i have hcs about genshin impact characters with a calm reader (reader barely shows emotions) If you didn't already.

Fluff, crack-ish, reverse comfort?

I’m making this calm/emotionless!reader with xiao & scaramouche bc i dont see a reason why not—

SCARAMOUCHE

He thrives that you’re not as loud and boisterous as the others—well, especially specific ginger, but with that aside, he gets sort of pissed whenever you’re too calm when certain and rare situations arise when he’s the one who’s pissed

And even more so when you can ease him down just by you remaining calm

The power that you have over him is infuriating,,, but it does help him a lot in his work—to have someone by his side who knows a thing or two about remaining composed.

If you’re being too calm to the point you’re emotionless, it sometimes frustrates him that he cannot read you.

“Scara… don’t you think that this should be solved peacefully?”

“You know I’m not like that, Y/n.”

“Very well, you’re right.”

He turns to face you to see your reaction, raising a brow, “Are you sure? I really am going to punish them… just for a simple thing.”

“I tried stopping you, but you rejected me, so why should I question you any further?”

“I… you shouldn’t be this calm…”

“I shouldn’t?”

“I… nevermind. Take these freaks away, I’ll punish them next time.”

He does test you a couple of times, just to somehow measure your patience, or really just waiting to tick you off. It’s both frustrating and amusing for him, but mostly because he doesn’t tolerate the fact that you can one-up him in anything.

But nonetheless… he does feel proud most of the time.

Because only he can rattle and make you stagger whenever he tries to tease you. That’s why it’s rather fulfilling whenever he gets to successfully tease you.

XIAO

He’s actually intrigued, and honestly, he likes you this way.

May it be how you’re quiet at times or with the calm way you’re speaking to him, but nonetheless, he does not… mind… your company. Not that he’d ever admit that upfront.

It’s difficult to read your mind, but most of the time it just leaves him intrigued how calm and sometimes unexpected you are. He had never seen any other human like you, regardless of how much time he had lived—after all, he did not really socialize a lot, more so to humans.

“You—You’re… You’re different. Far too different from the other humans I’ve come across.”

“So… does this mean I’m special, perhaps?” Your almost monotonous tone made him furrow his brows, keeping his stance with his arms crossed over his chest.

He looks away—maybe even turns his face so you wouldn’t see the blush that spreads across his face, but he definitely did not know that his ears were of the same shade as the one he attempted to hide.

“Perhaps.”

He feels a sort of… fresh breath of air with you, a calming presence, a light amidst the darkness that surrounds him.

But sometimes he does feel like he’s away from you, like even if you’re there, he feels as if you’re miles away, with how you could remain unaffected; even if he is being affected by his karma, or when he feels dirty after a night of demon slaying and you see him like this.

He does admire you though—for being one of those who seems to have never minded anything about it.

Even being with him.

Reblogs and comments are very appreciated!

Taglist is on the reblogs :)

#genshin x reader #xiao x reader #scaramouche x reader #scara x reader #kunikuzushi x reader #genshin xiao #genshin scaramouche #bluexiao works

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vithe-potato · 1 year

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Dating Lo'ak Sully Headcanons...

Lo'ak is a big troublemaker and very stubborn

He teases you all the time and creates nicknames for you, some are cute and some are plain out annoying.

Of course, with his rebellious nature, he loves sneaking out with you. This started before you were dating, you two going on nighttime 'adventures' and exploring the forest without any interruptions. You and Lo'ak would talk about anything and everything while walking through the gorgeous landscapes, bringing up topics you would never have thought that Lo'ak would want or need to talk about

Cuddles, he is never not holding you. He will hold your hand while wondering around, maybe a confident arm around your shoulder, and completely disregarding your personal space when you're alone. I don't think he even thinks your space exists anymore, if you mention anything like this to him, he will just stop for a second and say "Your space? You mean our space." He doesn't care what other people think, he will hold you till the day he dies, it's his happy place.

Though, I do think if you mention anything about him being 'clingy' (Please never do don't crush my baby) but if you do, he will never to it again and begin to withdraw.

He has always felt like an outcast, even in his own home. He just need's someone to trust, someone to actually talk to. He needs someone to be there and accept him for who he is, even with his 'flaws' (that are literally non-existent bc this man is perfect)

His worst fear is losing your acceptance, so he will do everything to keep a perfect image of him in your head. It takes a long time for him to break, for him to stop trying to impress you and keep a perfect image for you. You have to tell him how much you love him, and how you always will no-matter what. Holding his face in your hands as you say this, a tear slips down his cheek, you kiss it away.

He is your number one fan, your greatest supporter. It doesn't matter what you do, you sing? You heal? You hunt? He is cheering you on, helping you through any struggles, and constantly bragging about his amazing and beautiful soon-to-be-mate.

Lo'ak swears a LOT, you even jokingly started scolding him everytime after once witnessing his father do so. He lightly pushes your head away, groaning. It pisses him off a bit, but it's worth it for the amount of times he picks on you.

To be completely honest, Lo'ak likes to tease you not because he's a jerk, but because he loves getting a reaction out of you. He loves seeing your brows furrow and the cute pout on your lips. He loves any emotion he can get out of you, yet he would NEVER cause you pain.. if he were ever the reason you were hurt (physically or emotionally) I don't think he would ever forgive himself. He just likes those small, cute reactions he gets from you. Mostly because he made you feel that way.

That's also why this man loooooves to make you laugh. When your happy he's happy, so there are a lot of random jokes that are usually just so f-ing cringy that you just burst into laughter. (Neteyam gets a bit annoyed at the fact that now not only Lo'ak is laughing at a stupid joke about him, but you are also hiding your big smile in his brother's bicep snickering too)

All in all, Lo'ak just wants to feel wanted, and now he has you to give him all the love he needs.

Lo'ak is a big troublemaker and very stubborn

He teases you all the time and creates nicknames for you, some are cute and some are plain out annoying.

Though, I do think if you mention anything about him being 'clingy' (Please never do don't crush my baby) but if you do, he will never to it again and begin to withdraw.

All in all, Lo'ak just wants to feel wanted, and now he has you to give him all the love he needs.

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I'm probably going to write more on Lo'ak so give this attention because I need motivation!! lol

#lo'ak #lo'ak headcanons #loak x reader #lo'ak sully #lo'ak avatar #avatar the way of water #avatar 2 #avatar #lo'ak x you #lo'ak x reader #vi’s writing

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wonuwrites · 2 months

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Hello, I wanted to ask for a reaction from seventeen, how would he react to you being the voice of some movie, exactly Gwen from Spider-Man across the spider verce?💋

oooo! I don't know much about Gwen from Spiderverce that much but I will try my best <333

warning: suggestive(?) tbd, fluff, totally fluffy, more fluffy then nothing lmaooooo // also not proof reading because I kept you waiting awhile :( sorry it took a decade

listening to: this

gonna do them all randomly so lets goooo~

✭ Joshua -

He would find it so precious when he found out you were cast to play a part in a voice over. He knew that you loved doing things like that and seeing that you were accepted just made his heart just so full of pride. He was the first person you told and he was so proud of you for following through with your dreams.

✭ Vernon -

He would not have been as vocal as some of the other members of how proud of you getting a part in a voice over but he would show it. He would post about it on his Instagram, Weverse, and shoot he'd be one of the reasons your film did so good on streaming services when it *finally* released. He was so proud of you, and you knew it. <3

✭ Minghao -

He'd be pretty similar to Vernon in showing you how proud he was however, he would be a bit more vocal about it? Even though he is one of the shyer members, seeing how excited you were when you found out you got that role would spark something in him that would be just so loving and awww. idk im soft

✭ Woozi ~

He would show love and pride by gifts. He'd buy you flowers, your favorite snacks, anything. He would also be so excited he would tell the members the exciting news when he was at practice. He would try to play it cool when he was with you but everyone including you bc he's not slick knew how proud he was of you <3

✭ Seungkwan ~

ohhh myyy gosh~ Seungkwan would be your personal cheerleader ever since you were thinking about auditioning for the role. He would read lines with you, he would "act" out scenes, and would send coffee trucks for you on days you were filming. He was so proud of his best friend, his significant other, his soulmate. <333

✭ Dino ~

Like Seungkwan, Channie would be your biggest cheerleader and supporter. After day 1 of filming, he would be on set with your favorite drink, snacks, and flowers and would have the biggest smile on his face. He was so so proud of you. Your voice was one of his most favorite noises in the world and he was so excited the world would be able to hear it as well. He also would get cocky? Like he would tell people "you know who voiced this? (Y/N), aka my perfect girlfriend/boyfriend. Isn't her voice just so nice?" wripewjribweir

✭ DK ~

After finding out that you got the role, you both were jumping up and down screaming in excitement. You had been praying, manifesting, and wishing for years to become a voice actor and it finally came true. Seokmin was so excited that he was with you when you got that phone call because he knew how stressed and nervous you were post audition. He would give you a big hug and say "see! I told you! I told you they would pick you!"

✭ Wonwoo ~

So y'all remember when Wonwoo went "awoo" while watching Mingyu's fancam? (for those who don't or just want the friendly reminder here lol.) This is how he would react to you being a voice actor. Especially in a Marvel film?? In his eyes, he won the friggin jackpot! When they were on tour, he would always put on your film on and would be so happy whenever your parts came on. He would always take a picture of your character and send it to you. It was honestly very precious. <3

✭ Hoshi ~

Oh he would be so ecstatic like Seokmin. When you found out you ran to the dance practice room just so you could tell him before anyone else could. When he saw you he'd give you a hug out of instinct but once you *casually* told him you got the role he would pick you up and spin you around. He would then shout and tell whoever else in the room the happy news causing everyone else to cheer.

✭ Jun ~

He would have found out from a news source before you had the opportunity to tell you. He'd be at your door with a bouquet of flowers and take out from your favorite restaurant. He would just be smiling so wide and kept telling you congratulations. Like Seungkwan, he would read lines to help practice. He was just so happy that you both had another and new thing in common. <3

✭ S. Coups ~

Cheolie would have reservations at your favorite restaurant as soon as you both found out. He would keep smiling at you like a proud dad lol , because he is daddy af, and would continuously tell you how proud of you he was of you getting this role. He would be similar to Jihoon and shower you with gifts. He also decided that for the movie premiere he would buy the dress you would wear and make sure his suit matched. <3

✭ Mingyu ~

Speaking of movie premieres, Mingyu was the perfect date for you. He would show up for you both in front and behind the cameras. He knew what it was like to be in front of flashing cameras and when you had told him you were nervous about that, he would take your hand in his and kiss it and tell you there was nothing to worry about because he was right there with you. <3 // besides attending the premiere, he would also take you on a celebratory date, help with lines, drive you to the filming, stay with you on late night shoots, and just show how much he loved and supported you in any way he could think fit. You were his little rockstar <33

✭ Jeonghan ~

Jeonghan found out shortly after you did because you had been crying on the floor because you were shocked by the news. When he finally got it out of you he was so proud of you. He ended up kissing you all over your face and whispering congrats to you over and over again. He would be wiping away your happy tears and then would ask more about your role. He wanted to know everything.

A/N: Hope this was good and didn't let you down xo

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2knightt · 1 year

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DOLL I NEED ANYTHING W SODA (anything tht ur heart desires loveee) 😍💞

↳can i get a kiss?₊˚✧

➬ sodapop x reader

a/n;HI LOVEEEEE OMFG<333 IM MAKING A FIC WHERE SODAPOP LEGIT FALLS INLOVE WITH READER BC I LOVE THOSE FICS

real hot day in oklahoma, you were almost melting.

you were gonna just, chill in your yard all day. no real plans, honestly.

you walked into the DX, hoping for at least a cold coke..or some chips. you couldn’t be that picky.

but when you walked in?? sodapop had fucking heart eyes. he almost started floating with harps playing in the background.

honestly, soda was hoping you’d be quick so you’d come to the register faster.

and luckily, you were.

grabbed your favourite drink and chips and you were done!

you walked to the register where you seen a really, really, cute dude working there.

“heyy!! is this all?”

“yeah.”

he asked—way to cheery for a job as a cash register in a place with no air conditioning.

when he finished ringing you up, you pulled out your wallet.

“hey, it’s on the house. okay?”

on the house?

huh, nice. you really can’t complain about free stuff.

“thank you, uh..”

you wanted to thank him personally, but you couldn’t.

he wasn’t wearing his name tag—nor did he introduce himself.

“sodapop!”

“huh?”

odd name, you thought.

your reaction only made him smile even wider, for some reason…

“that’s my real name! pretty cool, huh? what’s yours?”

“y/n. lovely to meet you, sodapop.”

you said, smiling and waving as a goodbye.

as soon as you left, sodapop went running to steve.

“DID YOU SEE THAT REALLY PRETTY GIRL?!”

“what?”

sodapop sighed and rolled his eyes at his best friends confusion.

“the girl that just came in.”

“oh—yeah i saw her, why?”

steve asked, raising an eyebrow.

“well—wasn’t she jus’ stunning?! her voice almost made me weak in the knees!”

sodapop cooed about the girl. steve just thought he was being weird and went back to work.

for the next few days, sodapop worked the register. he didn’t like it that much, he just hoped to see you again.

and his hoping actually got him somewhere.

you went back to the DX for a coke, that’s it.

when sodapop seen you walk in, he sprung up out of his bored, laidback attitude and put on a cheerful one.

“y/n, right? nice to see you again!”

he said, basically shouting.

his smile was so bright, it was almost blinding.

but seeing him so happy, made you happy too. and you didn’t know why..maybe it was because he was nice?

you couldn’t find an answer to your own questions.

“it’s free, again! well—maybe not.”

“what do you mean?”

you asked, gently.

what does he mean? maybe not? is it free or is it not?

“it’d be real nice if you..gave me your number in exchange..?”

he said, or almost asked. he said it in such an awkward tone, but with such a goofy grin on his face.

you thought sodapop was a real looker and to be honest, you were quite bored yourself.

“depends, you got a pen?”

the boy perked up—searching every inch of the table for a pen, and he luckily found one.

he handed the pen to you, showing you his palm.

you grasped the pen and wrote your number in red ink on his palm.

“thanks.”

you said, walking out.

but just as you left—you could’ve sworn you heard a bunch of screaming. like a celebration of some sorts.

may 30th, 2023. 5:00PM.

#2knightt #the outsiders #the outsiders x reader #sodapop x reader #sodapop curtis x reader #i <3 crush fics

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badasgirlfriend · 9 months

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hii, can you please write a Jesse Swanson x reader? maybe something fluff or smut if you write, this man doesn't have enough content on this site 😭

I watched Pitch Perfect again and I'm in love with Jesse so I saw your post and I just had to ask, also it's my first time requesting and english is not my first language so sorry if something is wrong!

ur wish is my command🫡 heres a small fluff

i hope u like it<3

Love Me Like a Love Song Baby

pairings: jesse swanson x fem!oc

genre: fluff

a/n: i tried okay😭 for some reasons this was rlly hard for me to write maybe bc he was blindfolded and she couldnt hear shit😭😭 hope u like it<3

Iris was accustomed to Jesse's out-of-the-box ideas, despite often finding them to be outrageous. Still, she couldn't help but find it endearing whenever Jesse proposed his unique and fun ideas. Even if baking while blindfolded and deaf was a tad too much, she couldn't say no to spending time with him. Plus, she admitted that spending time with Jesse was one of her favorite activities.

As she laid the eggs, butter, and other ingredients on the countertop, Iris contemplated how much of a challenge this baking blindfolded endeavor would be. Despite knowing the task would be difficult, Jesse couldn't contain his smiles and excitement.

“Im not enjoying this”

Jesse chuckled as Iris yelled at him, finding her outburst utterly endearing. He tried to tell her that she was being too loud, but she didn't hear him due to the loud music on her headphones. Despite their heated harmless argument, Jesse found Iris's reactions to be adorable. As the scene became more chaotic with Jesse's flour and Iris's yelling, the two couldn't help but crack a smile. Even in their chaotic and embarrassing moments, Jesse and Iris's chemistry was unstoppable.

At Jesse's loving smile, Iris felt her heart fluttering, her eyes glued to his sweet smile. His charming smile made her heart skip a beat, as she felt breathless and unable to turn away from him. It felt like time had stopped, and Jesse and Iris were in a world of their own.

“Jesse!”

“Iris”

Jesse smirked as he dumped a generous handful of oil into the cookie batter, causing Iris's eyes to widen in surprise. As she yelled at Jesse, he laughed covering her mouth with his hand “Shhh you’re being too loud”

Jesse giggled as Iris tried to yell at him, but she couldn't. Iris's words were muffled, and she was unable to get them out. Jesse was enjoying the moment, finding Iris's attempt to yell at him absolutely adorable. As Iris continued to struggle, Jesse's soft chuckles filled the air, making the moment all the more fun and lighthearted. "Let me go!" Iris mumbled, trying to fight Jesse's hand while fighting back a smirk.

“Beg”

After a bit of struggling, Iris got tired and decided to take a different approach. So, she licked Jesse's hand, surprising Jesse and causing him to yell "disgusting" in jest while laughing.

As Jesse and Iris's moment of intimacy continued, Iris suddenly stopped and said "wait." Iris leaned in and wiped the flour off Jesse's cheek, Jesse felt his heart racing from her act of intimacy, but he was hesitant to act on his feelings of wanting to kiss her. What would happen if he did? Jesse wondered, unsure if he should make a move or not.

Jesse playfully teased Iris, saying "Careful, I'm starting to think you like me and can't seem to get enough of me." Iris, who fortunately heard Jesse despite her headphones, rolled her eyes and quipped back, "I think it's the other way around." She tried to hide her blush before playfully smacking Jesse's arm. "You like me, don't you?" Jesse asked playfully, with a smile on his face as if he already knew the answer. Iris paused before finally nodding her head

Thank god he’s blindfolded…

“I said this before” Jesse yelled and leaned closer so she could hear him “Acapella boy acapella girl” he pointed at himself and her “Aca children” Jesse teased

"Don't get ahead of yourself," Iris teased back, but she couldn't help but laugh at Jesse’s face. He had a way of getting her to crack up like no one else.

“Here” The younger girl gave him the chocolate chips, her favorite song started playing, and as she hummed along, her eyes were fixed on Jesse, even as he was still blindfolded. The lyrics "love you like a love song" brought a smile to Iris's face, as she thought about how Jesse made her feel. As she sang in a playful tone, her words "you are beautiful like a dream come alive, incredible" were meant for Jesse, he exhaled and grinned, knowing that Iris wanted to pull him to dance and that he would gladly accept “a centerfold miracle, lyrical you saved my life again”

Iris grabbed Jesse’s hand “and i want you to know baby shake that ass Jessie boy”

“I-I love you like a love song baby”

“Right back at you miss” As the two sang and twirled around, their voices harmonized perfectly, as if they were made for one another. Jesse was extra careful not to bump into anything as he spun Iris around, making sure that their movements were smooth and effortless, complementing one another perfectly. Both Iris and Jesse felt as if they were one with the song, as the joy and euphoria of their dance together filled the room

Jesse and Iris were unaware that they were each singing to each other, only knowing that the lyrics of the song expressed their shared love and adoration for one another.

They were both singing at the top of their lungs, jamming out to the song. As the lyrics "repeat-peat-peat" came on, Jesse began to tickle Iris lightly. Iris giggled in delight, hitting Jesse's shoulders lightly trying to make him stop. Jesse laughed, finding her playful reactions adorable. Their singing quickly turned into a tickling fight, as Jesse continued to try to tickle Iris, who was trying to make him stop. The playful and intimate atmosphere between the two was undeniable, as they smiled at each other as they sang and giggled.

Jesse grabbed Iris wrist making her look at him, he didn't understand what was possessed him to do this. Jesse worked up the courage to say what he had been feeling. In a soft voice, he said "I like you." Although he hoped that Iris hadn't heard him, she stopped dancing and turned to face him. She started laughing as she pointed to her headphones, indicating that she couldn't hear him.

She can’t hear you, he knew that this could be his chance to make a beautiful confession. Jesse took a deep breath, and his words came pouring out like a stream. "Iris, I like you so much. I've wanted to tell you for so long but-”

“Jesse” she giggled “I can’t hear shit” Jesse gave her a sad smile, at least he confessed. The next 30 minutes were awkward. Neither of them said a single thing, too focused on what the brunette boy said

Iris lets a sigh “and we’re done” she starts to clap in excitement, taking off her headphones Jesse took off his blindfold, his eyes took a few seconds to adjust the lightning “now all we need to is put the cookies in the oven and…”

“And wha-“ Iris leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on Jesse's lips. Jesse was caught off guard by Iris's bold action and remained still in surprise. As she pulled away, his heart was still racing and he had trouble processing the emotions that he was feeling. Iris looked at boy she liked with a mix of embarrassment and upset, as she had hoped that he would enjoy the kiss as much as she had. Iris got her message, Jesse didn't kiss her back which means he didn’t like her. This thought made Iris feel hurt, she thought he was being serious about his feelings for her. Yes, she heard everything

His confession earlier made her knees go weak but she was too shocked to even confess her own feelings, that’s why she decided to play it safe and act like she didn’t hear him

Talk about playing safe now

“I-Im sorry I didn-i thought” she embarrassed herself even more by stuttering, she ruined everything, he will probably make fun of her now “Jesse im so-“ she was cut off by Jesse lips crashing into hers

Iris's heart was beating fast as emotions of love and desire flooded her body. Jesse's lips were soft but gentle, and Iris's heart fluttered as she tasted his lips. The moment felt like an eternity, and as their lips parted, Iris's eyes were already filled with tears of joy.

Jesse pulled away from Iris, taking in the sweet moment, as he was also moved by their kiss. Their eyes locked in a moment of understanding and joy, as they both felt that their hearts had finally found each other.

Iris was completely swept away in the moment, her lips clinging back to Jesse's, as she had needed this kiss for so long. Jesse's hold on Iris was tight as his lips kept returning back to hers. As they parted, Jesse kept his gaze on Iris's lips, wanting even more of her sweet scent and flavor. They stood facing each other after their kiss, neither one wanting to be the one to break the spell between them. Their foreheads were touched and their eyes were locked, it was sweet and intimate, and Jesse felt his love for Iris growing with each second passed.

"Never apologize for kissing me, never," Jesse whispered softly to Iris, his voice breaking the spell. Iris was touched by Jesse's words, and they embraced in a loving hug. Kissing Jesse felt like coming home, and Iris's heart was filled with joy.

a/n: im thinking to write a small jesse fanfic (MAYBE) exes to lovers so lemme know if u want ir

#jesse swanson x reader #jesse swanson #pitch perfect #jesse swanson imagine #jesse swanson x yn #jesse swanson fic #jesse swanson pitch perfect #pitch perfect imagine #skylar astin #skylar astin imagine

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kyswoo · 1 year

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The Boyz reaction

seeing you crying

pairing: yandere!the boyz x reader

genre: yandere au, angst, fluff

request: “hello 😊 can you make a reaction to yandere!the boyz leaving you alone for the night bc of work and coming back to see you're crying and anxious(maybe fluffy at the end)?”

a/n: a lil bit short? sorry... not sure if it’s “yandere” enough but yeah well... sorry for the delay

masterlist 🌸

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°•Sangyeon

When he saw your crying face he slowly approaches you and sit by your side, rubbing your back

He pulls you for a hug and pets your head, he’ll keep comforting you until you stop crying

“Shh it’s okay I’m here for you now, I won’t leave you” he says with a soft smile, cupping your face

He will cuddle you the entire day and listen to you when you want to talk about it

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°•Jacob

He rushes to you as soon as he sees you “hey come here... what’s wrong?”

He pouts as he stares at you, he hates seeing you sad “I’m sorry babe... don’t cry please”

Jacob will hug you and tell you a million times how much he loves you and would never leave you

“I’ll buy you anything you want okay?” he tells you smiling, trying to redeem himself

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°•Younghoon

He is very confused, rubbing the back of his neck not knowing what to do

“Did I do that? Am I the reason you’re crying?” he asks you starting to freak out, when you don’t answer and keep crying he takes that as a yes and start crying too

“I’m so sorry y/n, I’ll never do that again... please forgive me...” he doesn’t even know what he apologizing for but at that moment he just wanted you to stop crying

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°•Hyunjae

“Who did this to you?” he was ready to beat whoever it was, he will hold you thightly waiting for you to tell him what’s wrong

Once you talk to him, he will just rub your arms and pout “I was getting ready to fight someone” he smiles once he hears you giggle

“That won’t happen again okay?” he assures you and kiss your forehead

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°•Juyeon

He doesn’t do anything at first but then he decides to comfort you

He sits by your side and put your head on his shoulder “why are you crying now?” he asks in his softest tone

“You can tell me, I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again” he caress your hair and give little pecks on your face "I don't it like when you cry"

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°•Kevin

He sits in front of you as soon as he sees you crying and caress your cheek

“Stop crying babe please...” he hugs you but he also starts tearing up

"I'll do anything you want just please stop crying" he will hold your hands until you calm down and talk to him “that’s my fault I’m sorry...”

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°•Chanhee

He will sit in front of you with a tissue, he dries your tears with it and won’t say anything

“Feeling better now?” he asks once you stop crying “what’s wrong?”

He hugs you and caress your hair trying to cheer you up, his face doesn’t express a lot of emotions but he tries his best to comfort you

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°•Changmin

“Come on, you’re crying again?” he says taking off his jacket

He doesn’t show a lot of emotions but deep down he is worried that he is being too harsh on you

He squat down to face you and rubbed your cheek, wiping your tears away

“You know I love you right? Stop crying please”

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°•Haknyeon

"awe babe did you miss me that much?" he teases you when he arrives

He will still hug you and caress your head, saying cute things but still teasing to try to make you laugh

"I promise next time I won't leave you alone for so long okay?" he smiles cupping your face

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°•Sunwoo

He is very worried but also very mad at whatever made you cry

He tries to comfort you but doesn't know what to say so he just stands next to awkwardly patting your head

"hey who do I need to hurt?" he asks in a joking tone, but not really as a joke, trying to make you talk to him

“Ah it’s me I have to hurt” he chuckles once you explain it to him “I’m sorry babe...”

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°•Eric

He immediately ran to you and hold you in his arms

“I’m so sorry baby, I’m sorry...” he repeats it several time while caressing your back

“Baby please stop crying, I already said I’m sorry” he holds your hands looking at you, waiting for you to calm down

taglist~ @deputyjuyeon @super-btstrash-posts @ilijimo @semanticbias @yeonjunwifeu @sunoo-bby @tinkerbell460

(not sure if I tagged right tho, it’s been a while hehe, I couldn’t tag some people T^T)

#the boyz reactions #the boyz scenarios #yandere the boyz #the boyz au #the boyz imagines #lee sangyeon #jacob bae #kim younghoon #lee hyunjae #lee juyeon #kevin moon #choi chanhee #ji changmin #ju haknyeon #kim sunwoo #sohn eric #tbz scenarios #tbz reactions #tbz au

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j-nope-not-today · 2 years

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TMNT reaction to male s/o with tough skin

A/n: Thank you anon who requested this! It was really fun to write and I hope you like it. Basically this is the turtle's reaction to a male s/o who doesn't get physically and/or emotionally hurt.

Raphael

Literally doesn't even notice at first

Bc your boi is exactly the same way.

Well physically anyway..he has a lot of feelings.

What draws his attention to it is the fact that you got hurt and just.. didn't react.

"You know your uh bleeding right?"

"oh... that's cool ig."

He patches you up and starts to pay more attention to the fact that your closed off just a lil and he starts being

Extra ✨affectionate✨

Honestly it's not something he understands fully, but he tries too

He lets you know he'll always be there for his special boy.

Leonardo

He definitely noticed I mean the pizza guy just yelled at you for no reason

He gets upset for you and definitely asks you why your not even just the teensy bit upset

And he reminds you he's always there if you need him and he totally snaps back at that pizza guy bc how dare he

Your so special to him and he cares for you a lot and he can't seem to grasp the fact you just can't be hurt

You stub your toe and don't shed a tear? Is your foot made of steel?

He honestly doesn't do anything to fix it he just loves you the way you are. Even if it scares him at times bc goodness what if you got stabbed and didn't even notice 😭

100% always checking to make sure your not hurt.

Donatello

I mean he knew you had thought skin he moment you obliterated your hip against a table in his lab

Bc you had no expression of hurt. You just walked away and honestly he was kinda impressed.

That would put him down for at least 20 minutes.

He just asks a lot of questions and runs little tests juust to make sure you don't have like nerve damage or smth

Once it checks out your healthy he kinda backs off and let's you know if you ever need anything or want to talk he's there for you.

He just loves you so much and really wants to make sure your okay

Michelangelo

He asks if your okay bc he randomly thought about it and he's never seen you cry

Once you tell him your fine he begins to pick up the fact your just physically and emotionally tough and he's sorta impressed

He just tells you if you ever want to talk or need something he's always there for you

Your his angel cakes and I mean he would do anything to make you happy

Low-key a little more attentive when you get hurt and makes sure to take extra care of you in case you get a cut or smth

But he honestly loves you so much just the way you are and he wouldn't change a thing about you.

But be prepared man's is gonna have hella jokes just bc he can.

Ofc he makes sure your okay with it but once he gets the a-okay def be prepared.

#teenage mutant ninja turtles x reader #tmnt 2014 #tmnt bayverse #tmnt imagine #tmnt x reader #tmnt donatello #tmnt mikey #tmnt leonardo #tmnt ralph #tmnt x male reader

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rinrinx2 · 2 years

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hihi could i possibly req ran or hanma (up to you) x reader where is friends w boten n one night while they're all drinking n he always tries to get with her (reader) but she had always turned him down but this night she finally says yes bc she left her emotionally abusive bf for him

maybe the other boten boys hear or walk in n are shocked she finally said yes lol

if youre not comfy writing this no worries!

I hope you like it 💕💕💕, Also i apologize in advance for the use of the phrase city girls be up

Finally a yes

Hanma x Reader

Warnings: smut, innapropriate language, mature themes, bets being made without your knowledge, Hanma

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Suzuki Takumi, your once boyfriend, and now ex-boyfriend had broken up with you earlier that week. After what felt like months of arguing back and forth was finally over. You had met Takumi in your youth, and had been together since high school, but once started off as two high school sweethearts quickly turned sour. Takumi was possessive and demanding, you were expected to make Takumi your world, place him on a pedestal above others, but when it came to you, you were just another girl in his books.

But even with his neglectful treatment you still stood beside him, being the good girlfriend. No matter what man approached you, you would stay clear of them, even when the man who you had a crush on since you were in middle school asked you out during a Bonten gathering, Shuji Hanma.

Hanma wasn’t a formal member of Bonten, but he did work as their undesignated hitman; the only reason you knew such information was because you worked as Bonten’s supplier assistant, whatever the men of Bonten needed you provided no matter how dangerous or weird the items were.

So, Hanma’s appearance at Bonten meetings and gatherings become a regular, you’d see each other more and more and at every sighting of you he would offer to create an evening of magic which you politely declined out of respect of your boyfriend.

The custom of Hanma asking you out at every Bonten gathering became such a norm that the other men began to place bets whether you would finally say yes or if you’d decline him.

So, now at the monthly gathering you sat alone at the bar, not really mopping your breakup but more so celebrating it. You were finally free of the burden of a man named Takumi and he even sparred you the guilt of having to break up with him, as he left you for some poor girl who probably bought just you once did.

You were basking in your newfound independence unaware of who was about to approach you. Silently like a predator stalking his prey Hanma approached you.

“Good evening (Y/N)” Hanma said as he sat beside you on the open bar stool.

“Evening Shuji” you said with massive smile on your face.

“You must be getting really wasted if you’re greeting me with such enthusiasm” Hanma teased you, with some truth in his words as you never sounded that excited to see him and would usually address him on his last name, but still Hanma was not about to deter your good mood.

“Oh common, you have such a nice name” you said gently pushing his shoulder as you giggled.

You had been so long out of the game that you were unsure if you were flirting correctly, but from Hanma’s reaction you could tell that your flirtatious tone was going well. But all the way on the other side of the room unaware to both you and Hanma bets were being made as per usual.

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“I bet 1000 yen she’s going to say yes” Ran said as he placed his money on the glass table, he sat at with the rest of Bonten.

“I bet 1500 yen (Y/N) will say no as usual” Sanzu said placing his money his money above Ran’s.

“I’m with my brother on this one” Rindou said placing a 1000-yen wad on the table.

“How sure are you on that?” Kakucho asked.

“Look at her body language, she’s leaning into him, placing her hand on his thigh, she’s laughing at all his stupid jokes. Clear sign shell says yes” Rindou explained.

“I still say she won’t doesn’t seem in her nature to just change so suddenly” Kakucho said as he placed his 1000 yen on the table.

“She’s going to fold” Takeomi said as he continued smoking his cigarette.

“Oh really” Mikey said looking at the older male.

“Yes, she will. Take it from a man with experience” Takeomi replied.

“Okay hot shot put your money where your mouth is” Mikey said as he reached into his pocket placing 2000 yen on the table and Takeomi reached into his trouser pocket pulling out the same amount and placing it on the table.

“Okay all bets are in. Now we wait” Koko said as he reached for all the money on the table as he began to carefully organize it.

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“So, you’re a single girl now” Hanma said with raised eyebrows and a smirk on his face.

“Single and free” you said raising your glass, as you had just finished your explanation on what had occurred between you and your ex-boyfriend.

“Yes, city girls be up” Hanma said as he clanked his glass against yours.

You laughed at Hanma’s response. He really was just as nice as he seemed, he listened inventively and gave advice that came from the heart but still with a sense of logic to it. He was funny, tall, handsome, and seemed to be a true gentleman.

You only hoped that he would catch onto your interests in him, and you prayed that he would ask you out as he usually did as you already had your answer ready for him.

“You’re single, I’m single so why-”

“Yes” you said hastily not even allowing Hanma to finish his sentence.

You quickly realized how your urgency could be perceived, as well as how disrespectful it may seem to have cut him off before he finished his sentence.

“Sorry, but yes I would love to go out with you” you said more calmly this time.

“Great, shall we get started now” Hanma said as he extended his arm for you to take.

You hooked your arm into his and walked beside him as the two of you left the hotel ballroom that the Bonten gathering was being held.

You and Hanma didn’t venture far, as the two of you ended up going to the room you would be staying at for the evening at the hotel.

Hanma was a gentleman, he sat at an arm’s length distance from you, and he never made any suggestive jokes or comments rather keeping the conversation about you. But still you couldn’t help the need growing between your legs, as you could feel the slick form between your thighs, you couldn’t help it the way Hanma’s shirt fit on him allowed you to make out the outline of his firm and defined body.

You tried you best to pay attention to what he said, biting your lip in concentration.

“Are you okay (Y/N)?” he asked, with worry now on his features.

“Oh I’m fine, its just” you said as your words became more quieter.

“Just what?” he asked as he kept his gaze on you.

“I like you a lot Hanma, and I don’t want you thinking of this as just some rebound. Ive really liked you since middle school and -” but before you could finish your sentence Hanma’s soft warm lips was on yours.

And it took you a second before you kissed him back.

“I’ve liked you since middle school too, (Y/N)” Hanma said as he slightly pulled back from your lips, only to go back and kiss you more passionately this time.

Hanma slipped his tongue into your mouth, gliding his wet muscle over yours feeling as you moaned into his mouth. Hanma carefully pushed onto the bed; Hanma pulled back for a second removing his shirt.

You watched in awe, as he took his shirt off, his body was sledner yet so defined, which had you leaking out. Once Hanma had fully removed his shirt, he went back to kissing you. You wrapped your legs around his waist causing your dress to ride up, Hanma began to grinf into you clothed arousal. His hard cock now brushing up against your clothed clit making you moan out loudly at the tingles of pleasure.

“You want me to fuck you?” Hanma said pulling back grabbing your cheeks gently.

So enamoured by his commanding aura that you simply nodded up and down as a way to say yes.

“Good girl” Hanma said as he moved up unbuckling his belt and pulling it slightly down so that his hard cock could come out.

When you saw Hanma’s cock your pussy began to clench around nothing. His cock was massive, a long shaft with a thick head, girthy all the way around and the slit was shining from the leaking pre-cum that dripped down his shaft.

Hanma grabbed your legs that once hugged his waist to bring you closer, he slightly raised your body so that he could lift the dress from your body. You were amazed at his strength to remove a dress so easily from your body, so amazed that you hadn’t even noticed that Hanma had removed your bra, only when the cool evening breeze caused your nipples to pebble had you realized the lack of a bra.

Hanma didn’t say anything as he looked down at your body, rather a smirk was placed on his lips before he pulled your panties down. Hanma watched as a string of slick pulled down along with your panties, a sign indicating to him of how wet you were for him which only made him harder.

Without any warning Hanma plunged his massive cock into your pussy, the sensation of being filled all the way up to your cervix with Hanma’s cock was making your pussy clench unbearable tight.

“Shit” Hanma moaned softly at the tightening of your busy. Hanma remained still inside your busy allowing you to adjust to his massive size,, until he felt you roll your hips undeaneath his.

The moment Hanma felt some movement from you he began to thrust into your pussy, hard deep thrusts that caused his balls to slap against your ass.

The feeling of Hanma's cock being dragged against your pussy walls was causing your pussy to flutter. You pussy was devoring his cock as you savoured the feeling of his cock being oulle din and out of your walls as his top pushed against the spot in your pussy that made you scream his name over and over.

“Your pussy is so good” Hanma said as he shoved his dick to the deepest part of your pussy while you helpelessy grabbed ta his shoulder.

“Can I cum in you or on your puffy pussy folds” Hanma said with that teasing tone that made you clench harder around him.

“On my pussy” you moaned out as Hanma now began to fuck you faster, shoving his dick back and forth inside you, causing the pressure in yout tummy to build fast.

Hanma couldn’t last much longer inside your walls, feeling as his balls were ready to release itself all over your pussy. So, Hanma began to fuck like a rabbit in heat.

You were close, the feeling of Hanma’s cock was becoming to much fast. Hanma could tell you were about to cum from the way your pussy began to milk him.

“You gonna cum pretty girl?”

“Ye-ss” you cried out, causing Hanma to remove his cock from your pussy as he began to rub your clit back and forth.

Your pussy ached to have Hanma back inside but the way he was rubbing your clit with lubed fingers was quickly making you forgte the sensation of his cock, as you were now overhwlmed with pleasure, until finally the pressure in your pussy became to much and you came hard. You pussy clenched down hard around nothing as you squirted out onto the bed beneath you. Hanma continued playing with your clit as he grabbed his cock with his other hand and gave it a few rough strokes before he came all over your pussy.

You and Hanma remained still for a moment until you had caught your breath, when you looked down between your legs you saw that it was covered in white liquid just as Hanma had promised.

“Told you I would” Hanma said with a laugh as he stood up grabbing a towel to clean the mess he had made between your legs.

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Sanzu was walking around the hotel, half drunk looking for an ice machine for some unknown reason. He wobbled about the corridors until he heard a thumping noise.

“That must be the ice machine” Sanzu hiccupped out as he stumbled to where the sound came from without a second to waste Sanzu opened the door to find you with your legs bent to your head with Hanma balls deep inside you for what was the third time that night.

You quickly covered your breast with your arms, but Hanma remained in the same positions, which caused a slight blush to form on your cheeks.

“Get the fuck out Sanzu, I’m doing my girl”

Sanzu turned his head slightly to the right as he began to scream out of the door.

“RaN yOu FucKinG HaITani YoU WoN. ThEy FucKed … anD I THinK TheY’Re DaTinG NoW. CongrUlatIonS”

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adriswrld · 1 year

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Past Tense » Will Ospreay ⁰¹

plot: reader is kenny omegas adopted sister and one of the best professional wrestlers in the world just like him, and has a past with an enemy of his, will ospreay. she gets pulled into their fued, which only motivates kenny even more to return to japan

trope: ex lovers to enemies to lovers

pairings: adopted sister reader! of kenny omega x will ospreay / reader x platonic sibling! kenny omega

warnings: honestly just angst and foul language a/n: i rlly wanted to add a sibling reader to their fued bc i loved it sm 😔 her in ring last name won't be omega, it's just gonna be kingley bc i like that last name as a wrestler one sksjks 🤭 this will have two - three parts! ITALICS ARE JAPANESE!!

"It's not a big deal. It's not my first dynamite appearance," Y/N shrugged. The young bucks were obviously making it a huge deal what Y/N flew out from Japan to make a Dynamite appearance. "But, you never technically wrestled on Dynamite before and you're kicking off the show," Matt said, personally very excited to see the crowd's reaction to Y/N.

"I've been on dynamite multiple times to set up paper view matches, so it really isn't a big deal," Y/N said, pulling on her wrestling boots. "Exactly! But you never wrestled on dynamite and the media doesn't know you're here, so it's an even bigger deal," Nick added in Matt's defense. "Whatever you say boys," she chuckled.

Kenny glanced up seeing the Bucks looking at him with raised brows. "What?" He mouthed to them. "Did you tell her?" They whispered, but she heard them. "Tell me what?" Y/N asked, looking at Kenny.

Kenny pursed his lips, wishing he wasn't put in this position. "Uhh, well, I forgot to mention that Ospreay is supposed to be here tonight."

Y/N smile dropped hearing the name, she sighed and ran a hand over her mouth. "You know what? No, I'm gonna let that piece of shit ruin my day. I'm supposed to have a good match and spend some time with my brother. He's not ruining that." Y/N laced up her boots, not seeing the genuinely surprised expressions on the boys faces.

"Cool, yeah couldn't agree more." Kenny said, shooting expecting looks to the Bucks. "Yeah, agreed," the both said simultaneously.

"Fantastic. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go catch up with my friend." Y/N hugged Kenny before heading out the door.

Y/N walked down the halls, a sleeveless Kenny Omega hoodie on with the hood over her head. She looked down at her phone seeing the text Jamie sent her, telling her which locker room she was in. Not paying attention, she bumped into someone. "Shit, sorry. I should've payed attention," Y/N apologized before moving past the guy, she didn't bother look at.

"Y/N?" Anddd...she froze. "Why does the world hate me?" She muttered to herself in exasperation. Slowly, she turned around, unfortunately looking into Will's eyes. "They said you weren't gonna be here," he said, genuinely surprised at her presence. He had specifically made it clear he wouldn't show up if Y/N was gonna be in the arena. It sounded childish yeah but the last thing he needed to deal with was the teasing from his friends about her.

"Well it last minute, didn't know you were gonna be here either 'til a few minutes ago." Y/N turned her attention away from him and onto the two men beside him. She used to be pretty close with Kyle Fletcher. Now, they didn't talk as much. "Kyle, Mark, hi boys," she smiled politely at them. Kyle and Mark both greeted her back with a smile.

"Alright well, you both have a good night. Bye." She didn't even give Will an ounce of acknowledgement before leaving.

Kyle couldn't help but snicker, looking to an incredulous Will. "Oh, she absolutely hates you man. I thought you two talked it out already," he said, recalling when Will had said he was heading to Y/N's locker room at NJPW Strong. "I tried to but as per usual, she was being stubborn," Will replied as he began to continue walking. "Technically, she has every reason to be stubborn," Mark added in Y/N's defense.

"Can we not talk about my ex, please? Thanks."

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Y/N did a few push-ups, waiting for them to hit her music. Kenny, the Young Bucks and Brandon all stood near her, prepared to walk out with her. They originally weren't but the Bucks wanted to film her match for BTE. She stood up just as they played her music which was "Be Quiet and Drive" by Deftones. The crowd stood up abruptly, recognizing the champions music and they were loud. "Holy shit they're loud," Matt followed the woman up the stairs.

Y/N walked through the tunnel, a grin slapped across her face as looked around at the crowd. "Introducing the World of Stardom Champion, Y/N Kingley!" Y/N pulled up her hoodie to show her two championships. One of them was obviously the World of Stardom Championship. The second one was the SWA World Championship.

Y/N pulled both titles off and raised them as her pyro hit. She handed them to Kenny as she made her way down the ramp, the boys following close behind her. Kenny held them on his shoulders, pretending to be her, he did her signature pose. Y/N stepped into the ring, taking a mic from the official.

Her music shut off and she gestured the audience to quiet down, in which they did. "Weren't expecting me, were you?" She spoke, the crowd cheering, missing the woman on AEW television. "Man, it's been a minute since I've been here. You all have Kenny Omega to thank for that. He's very convincing." Y/N chuckled when they started a "THANK YOU KENNY" chant.

"But, I won't lie to you all, I definitely wouldn't have showed up if I knew Will Ospreay was going to be here." The fans all shared a laugh at her dig at the United Empire leader. "He's probably throwin' a little tantrum backstage about this as we speak. Don't worry, William, they'll forget about this all in a day," she winked at the hard cam, tuning out the loud cheers and laughs from the AEW audience.

Y/N ran a hand down her hair, waiting for the crowd to quiet down some more. "Now, I was originally supposed to do an open challenge for my World of Stardom Championship at All Out. But, unfortunately I won't be able to make it. So, I figured, since I flew out here, I might as well do an open challenge anyways," Y/N announced.

Before she could even get out another full word, she was interrupted by the music of the Jericho Appreciation Society's Anna Jay. Y/N boredly turned to see Anna Jay (A.S.) walk out with Tay Melo and Sammy Guevara. "Shut her music off," Y/N ordered and they did as told.

They all backed up as the three entered the ring. "This is all AEW has to offer? Honestly, I really hoping for Jamie Hayter or maybe even Toni Storm. But, I guess you'll do. This should be quick work boys, so you can wait." Y/N smiled but it quickly fell when Anna snatched the microphone from her hands. "I know you're used to getting whatever you want, but that's not gonna work as long as the Jericho Appreciation Society's around. And when I beat you, and take your championship, not only will J.A.S. run AEW, but I'm gonna make you bow down to me when we takeover Stardom," the blonde said.

Y/N smiled, not at all fazed by her, she leaned forward so her mouth was next to the mic Anna held, "I'm don't bow down to nobody."

"Guess I'll have to make you then," Anna smirked. She immediately shoved Y/N down and before anyone could react, she slapped Kenny across the face. His head turned from the impact and he went to take a step forward but Sammy Guevara got in front of Anna. Matt and Nick helped up Y/N and she shoved Sammy to the side, immediately tackling Anna as the crowd erupted into loud cheers.

That started it.

Kenny lunged at Sammy, hitting him a few times so he dropped to his knees. Tay Melo dragged Anna out of the ring to safety. Y/N stood up and she, Kenny and the Bucks all delivered a super kick on Sammy Guevara. Before they could do anything else, Tay and Anna both dragged him out. Y/N picked up the mic, her adrenaline already on, "No, no, no, you don't get to just come out here, interrupt me and attack my brother without any consequences. Get your ass back in the ring before I drag you in!"

The crowd cheered as Y/N pulled off her hoodie and tossed it to Kenny who had picked up her two belts that he dropped when he attacked Sammy. Anna waited for the Elite to exit the ring before she hesitantly stepped inside. "Ring the fuckin' bell," Y/N tossed the mic outside. The minute the bell rang, they went at each other with full force.

It was about fifteen minutes into the match, they were nearing the end, already gotten so many chants during the match. Y/N and Anna were both on their stomachs, trying to muster up any remaining strength to get up after Y/N already performed the 'You can't escape'. They seemed to have pretty good chemistry for having never faced each other before.

Y/N got up and pulled up Anna, hitting her with a V-Trigger. She lifted Anna above her shoulders, even though she was near the ropes she still successfully performed the One-Winged-Angel. "A tribute to her brother Kenny Omega with the One-Winged-Angel! She's got to win!"

Just as she was about to pin Anna for the win, Sammy Guevara put her foot on the rope, forcing the ref to break the pin. "And Sammy with the save for Anna! That little punk! Kingley had the win right there."

Y/N huffed and slid out of the ring, she shoved Sammy harshly as he held his hands up in surrender. "Looks like Y/N isn't too happy with Sammy's interference in her match." Sammy backed up, "Woah, woah woah! Calm down!" Kenny grabbed his arm and turned him around, straight into two superkicks courtesy of the Bucks. Meanwhile, Cutler chuckled as he continued filming.

Y/N gave a warning look to Tay before sliding back into the ring. Anna quickly tried to roll up Y/N but she kicked out, standing up and hitting Anna with a superkick. Tay Melo jumped up onto the ring apron when Y/N jumped to the top rope for her finisher, causing Y/N to fall off on her back. Anna quickly rolled Y/N up and Tay put Anna's feet on the bottom rope for more force. Though Kenny quickly ran over to push her feet off, saving Y/N from losing. "And Omega with the save for his sister!"

Tay gaped in shock and grabbed Kenny's arm with both hands, turning him around forcefully. She raised her hand to slap him but, unfortunately for her she was forced back around but Ruby Soho, who she was currently fueding with. "It's Ruby Soho! Shes beatin' the crap outta Tay Melo!" Ruby delivered her finisher 'Destination Unknown', and when Sammy went to help his wife, Ortiz ran down the ramp and chased him into the crowd. If anyone was keeping up with their fued, they would know, Ruby Soho and Ortiz were set to Tay and Sammy for the AAA Mixed Tag Team Championships at All Out.

All while this was going on, Y/N had hit Anna with a superkick. She jumped onto the top rope and did the usual backflip into a DDT just as Anna stood up to take it. "And Kingley with a Royal Deathdrop!" One...two...three! She won, and retained her belts. "Y/N Kingley retains!"

"And still, your World of Stardom Champion, Y/N Kingley!"

Kenny stepped in the ring and handed her the Stardom belt but still held onto the SWA belt. Y/N chuckled as the Bucks lifted her onto their shoulders, she raised the belt, representing Stardom proudly.

Kyle Fletcher glanced at his friend, Will's eyes focused intently on the television in front of them. He hadn't taken his eyes off the TV the minute Y/N walked out, looking as beautiful as ever. He was a little upset at her diss towards him but figured she had probably just dissed him because of his current fued with Kenny. At least that's what he was trying to tell himself.

"Dude, you gotta stop actin' so desperate. You're never gonna get her back with that attitude," Kyle said, patting Will's shoulder.

Will sighed, "I'm not acting desperate bruv. I am desperate. I want her back."

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"Ow. Careful," Y/N winced as Kenny unwrapped the plastic that kept the ice attached to her shoulder. "You know, I'm probably the last person to tell you this, but you really gotta take it easy. You shouldn't be wrestling and traveling this much. You need a break," Kenny said. Y/N wished she could roll her eyes but what he said was true. She was overworking herself more than needed. She had just wrestled before her flight to AEW and that was just even more unnecessary pain on her body.

"I'll keep that in mind," Y/N mumbled in reply. Kenny sat down next to her, both of them watching the current main event going on. It was Aussie Open & Will Ospreay of United Empire vs PAC & The Lucha Brothers of the Death Triangle to advance in the AEW Trios tournament. Whoever won this match would be facing The Elite next week on Dynamite. "Aussie Open's lookin pretty good. They've improved," Kenny commented.

"Speaking of, why didn't you tell me he was gonna be here tonight?" Y/N questioned after a few moments of silence. "I thought you weren't mad," Kenny glanced at his sister and back to the TV. "Oh I'm not. I'm just wondering why you would keep that from me. Of course, assuming TK came to you first about it." Y/N looked back at the TV, waiting for Kenny's response.

"Come on, Y/N, we both know if I told you he was gonna be here, you wouldn't have shown up. And I didn't want you to look bad if you had backed out on your promise," he explained and she smiled slightly. Kenny always went out of his way to protect Y/N and her image. He was in the business a few years earlier than her but made it seem like it was a decade. Even if she didn't want any help, he always provided it anyways. She was grateful for him and his help anyways.

"You know, you don't always need to worry about me. I can handle myself. I know what I'm doin'," she assured. Kenny raised a brow, "I'm your brother. I'm always gonna worry about you whether you need it or not. Besides, you really gotta just forget about this guy. Just pretend like he doesn't exist," Kenny advised.

"I'll take that to mind." Y/N and Kenny both turned their heads back to the monitor just as Will Ospreay jumped to the top rope and performed Y/N's finisher move on PAC. Will grinned and instead of attempting a pin on his opponent, he stood up and did Y/N's taunt. The crowd cheered in response, leaving Y/N's mouth agape. "That fuckin' prick," she muttered.

"I mean, technically you took a dig at him first," Kenny mumbled, Y/N glaring at him in reply.

About ten minutes later they were all gathered near the entrance way, ready to walk out after United Empire gained the win, advancing in the tournament. Kenny's music hit and he walked out, getting a huge pop from the crowd as per usual. Y/N followed behind him, her titles still strapped about her waist but she had changed into a long tight black dress with two slits near the legs and heels for dinner after the show.

Y/N rolled her eyes watching Will gesturing for them to come in the ring. Kenny walked down the ramp, neither the Bucks or Y/N attempting to stop him but Don Callis did. His first attempt, Kenny just shrugged him off, but as he got closer Don had to grab Kenny's waist to pull him back as a ref put his hands out as well. Meanwhile, Will just taunted Kenny, daring him to step in the ring.

Y/N then grabbed Kenny's shoulder and pulled him back with a small laugh. They backed up on the ramp and Y/N looked at the camera man who signaled to her that the show was now off air. "We're off air now," she told Kenny and he nodded, gesturing for someone to hand him a mic. "Now that we're off the air, I wanna thank everyone for coming down tonight," Kenny spoke into the mic.

"And please, give our friends and my lovely sister from New Japan, a wonderful AEW welcome." Y/N smiled and put an arm around her brother as Aussie Open raised their arms, getting more cheers and appreciation from the AEW crowd.

"Now I'm gonna do something very special that perhaps I shouldn't. Don't make me regret it, and because you guys are the guests and you guys won the main event, give these people a piece of your minds. Tell these people how you feel. Thank these people for giving us their time tonight. Now that you guys are in the big leagues, thats just one of your daily duties. Think you can handle the responsibility, Will? Hopefully you can handle it a little better than uh, filling my shoes in New Japan," Kenny walked down the ramp with Y/N and set the mic on the ring apron.

Kenny headed back up the ramp, Y/N tried to stay there, staring down Will until Kenny took her hand and gently pulled her back on the ramp with him. Will leaned down and picked up the microphone, his eyes on Y/N's before turning around.

"Mate, I didn't know the cleaner was a puss." The crowd cheered as Y/N and Kenny rolled their eyes, knowing he was gonna say some shit like that. "Bruv, filling your shoes? The way I see things, is the short time I've been in New Japan, I've done everything you've done and more you fragile little bitch." Y/N glanced at her brother who didn't seem to be affected by Will's little insults. Sure, she had worse things said to her in rivalries but those weren't even against actual people who disliked her. If it was Will who said those things to her, she would've jumped him already.

"Mate, Kenny Omega was wearing a damn t-shirt when he came back. What's the matter bruv? Hidin' that little belly of yours? Are the abs gone brother? Is that what it is? Your little sister there came back from a broken neck and even she didn't look half a bad," Will said, the crowd getting louder when he mentioned Y/N. This didn't sit well with neither sibling but it wasn't the first time she was thrown into their arguments.

"Look at you bruv, covered in tape. I just did a G1, went to the final, another five stars bruv," the blonde brit gloated, getting another eye roll from Y/N. Please, five stars was nothing for her nor Kenny. Every match she had was five star material but she wasn't out here gloating about it like a cocky prick. "Bruv, bruv, while I've been working," as he spoke, Don couldn't stop Kenny from heading down the ramp again, Y/N following her brother incase one of them decided to swing. Knowing Will, he could get pissed easy.

"While I've been working, you've been sitting down and getting the Young Bucks to wipe your ass for you brother." Kenny had to crack a laugh, sarcastic or not, what he said was kinda funny. "Face it, face it, you've guys have built a wonderful empire here but it wouldn't be as good because you're inviting me to come over here mate. Money where your mouth is. Next week, United Empire versus The Elite." Y/N leaned forward on the apron and Will leaned down, looking into her eyes, he dropped the mic into her hand and backed up.

Y/N backed up and handed the mic to Kenny. "Hey uh Will, since we're gonna play a little bit of hardball, and since there's absolutely no way anyone's gonna see or hear any of this. You wanna talk about doing everything that I've done except doing more of it and sooner. Well, that could be true except the only difference is, I did it in front of full sold out crowd's and you did G1 Final in front of what, three thousand people?"

"After the hardships that I face to give people like you an opportunity Will, you would think that maybe, you'd be able to do a little more with it." Kenny said, looking directly at Will who was sitting criss cross in the ring, leaning forward on the bottom rope. Will just laughed, "And one man's opinion, doesn't really mean much to me, Will, because none of these people know any of your matches, none of these people even know you." Will moved under the rope so he was now on the ring apron, seemingly pressed by Kenny's comments.

"And you wanna bring up my sister all the time but she doesn't even show up here more than twice a year and she got the biggest pop of the entire night. I didn't even have to introduce her." Y/N smirked at Kenny's defense of her and the crowd cheered.

"I introduce them to you," Y/N and the Bucks pulled Kenny back to prevent any fighting between the two men, "yeah, a lot like I introduced you to the Heavyweight scene in New Japan. I never got one thank you from you, Will, not even one, and here you are talking a whole lot of shit in front of all these people." Kenny laughed, backing up as Will hopped down from the apron, seemingly mad and Kyle and Mark had to hold him back.

Kenny continued, "thinking you're a real tough guy, huh, because you wrestled five matches in five days on a couple of indies and a couple of lower card New Japan guys, and yeah you lost to Okada, big deal, I've lost to Okada too, but I've also beaten Okada in the biggest stage of them all, something you can never do Will. And guess what, that match that I'm talking about Will, that's the one everyone calls the best one of all time. Something that nobody says about your matches. In fact, no one can even remember your matches, Will."

Kenny backed up with an evil like laugh when Will tried to move at him but Kyle and Mark held him back again, more seriously. "Look at this child," Kenny mocked, putting a hand on his sister's shoulder. "You see, Will. I gave you the impossible task of filling my shoes, but maybe I shouldn't have given you a pair of shoes when you still haven't grown out of your diapers," Kenny stated and the audience laughed.

"But hey, Will, I appreciate I appreciate you man, no heat, zero," Y/N chuckled, not sure what else Kenny could've done to troll Will even more. Kenny set the mic down and his music played but then he walked back to the mic and picked it up, "No, I'm not gonna forget it a second time. I am not gonna forget it a second time," Kenny headed up the ramp, pointing at Nick, "you were supposed to remind me."

Y/N snickered and turned around, looking back at the crowd from the top of the ramp, "I am sorry everyone, since Will doesn't have one of these, I gotta do it myself. I must bid each and everyone of you adieu, so until next time, and next time it's gonna be next week and boy it's gonna be a busy week because not only are we going to win the semis but we're taking this whole thing home mother father. Goodbye Little Willy and Aussie Open, muah!... and good night....bang!"

Kenny set down the mic and put his arm around Y/N, having her take off her main title belt, he raised her arm and pointed to her. Making sure the crowd showed their appreciation for her special appearance as the next one wouldn't happen for a while.

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A breathless Y/N leaned on the bottom rope, her body then being dragged across the ring so Mayu Iwatani could ascend to the tope turnbuckle. Her body practically moved on autopilot as her knees came up last minute when Mayu performed a moonsault. Y/N quickly ran against the ropes for leverage and jumped to the top rope, backflipping into a DDT to Mayu. Performing her finisher, which was called the Royal Deathdrop.

She crawled over Mayu's body for the cover. One...two...three! She won. She was the first ever IWGP Women's Champion.

"And first ever, IWGP Women's Champion, Y/N Kingley!"

Y/N used the ropes to stand, still dizzy from the performance. Everyone was on their feet clapping for her. The referee presented her the championship in which she politely bowed, thanking him in Japanese and raising the belt. The ring filled with confetti and she couldn't help but wanna cry. They helped clip the belt around her waist before handing her a mic so she could speak to the audience in attendance and everyone watching from their homes, more specifically her brother Kenny who she knew was watching.

"I honestly have no words. I can't begin to describe how much this means to me. But, thank you, so so much. I wouldn't be here without any of you, or my wonderful fans all over the world. More specifically would I like to thank my brother Kenny. He's the reason I'm still here and wrestling. I love you so much. Goodbye, and goodnight. Thank you." Y/N set the mic on the mat and stepped out of the ring.

Azumi helped her walk to the back as she could barely hold herself up. Mayu was one of the few women wrestlers who could take every bit of strength out of her when they wrestled. Mariah May also jogged over to help Y/N over to her locker room. "Thanks girls," Y/N sat down on the couch, giving the two women a smile.

"Of course, I'm gonna go get you some ice," Mariah said, "Oh you don't-", she quickly left the room to fetch her fellow friend some ice, ignoring Y/N's polite protest. Azumi congratulated Y/N on her accomplishment before leaving Y/N alone with her thoughts.

Just as she closed her eyes, she could hear her phone begin to ring. She groaned tiredly, not in the mood to get up and grab it out of her duffle bag. Luckily, she got a knock on the door and assumed it must've been Mariah already back with the ice. "You can just come in, Mariah!" Y/N said, partially confused.

"Uhh, not Mariah," a male voice spoke. Yeah, Y/N knew that voice from anywhere. Will fucking Ospreay walked into her locker room. Y/N blankly stared at him, "What the hell do you want, Ospreay?"

"Suddenly forgot my first name?" Will retorted.

"Get the fuck out, William," Y/N pulled herself to her feet and walked around the small couch. She reached down to grab her phone and seen the various messages from Kenny and Jamie.

"Oh, I see you remember it after all," He said. Will backed up, putting his hands up in surrender seeing the glare from his ex girlfriend. "Relax, no need to be so hostile. Just came to wish you a congratulations. I know you've always wanted to bring more women's titles to the picture," he said, and for some reason he was being very genuine. She didn't like it.

Y/N sat back down on the couch, "Okay, thanks. Goodbye now."

Mariah walked up, raising her brows at Will's presence, she sat down next to Y/N. "Should I come back later?" She asked.

Y/N looked at Will, "No it's okay, he was just leaving." Will pursed his lips, shaking his head in frustration as he walked out of the room, not able to say what he really wanted to.

"I appreciate the help, but you should go be with your friends," Y/N said after Mariah helped Y/N kick her feet up on the table. "Are you sure?" Y/N nodded, urging Mariah to go on and celebrate with her friends. "Okay, but just call me if you need any help at all." Mariah carefully hugging the older girl before heading out.

Y/N took the time to give Kenny a facetime call, she smiled as Kenny's face popped up on the screen. "Hii, I miss you like so much. I feel so lonely here. I wish you could be here," Y/N said with a sad smile.

"I know, I wish I could be there too. I'm so so proud of you. I watched the match and you did phenomenal as usual," Kenny complimented, glancing up at the TV, he seen his pre-filmed video play at the PPV, announcing his return to Japan to fight Will Ospreay for his IWGP United States Heavyweight Championship at WrestleKingdom 17.

"Thank you, Ty. And I literally cannot wait to see for WrestleKingdom. I'm so excited and anxious." Y/N said, holding ice to her ribs. "I was also gonna ask if I could stay with you. I really don't feel like staying in a tiny hotel room," he replied, putting his eyes back onto the computer where as per usual was Will Ospreay talking his shit about Kenny leaving and him staying.

"Oh yeah of course, you always have a room at my place. Can I call you back tomorrow? I got to do a promo and take a shower, then head home. It's been a long day." Y/N rubbed her eyes, most of her makeup was sweated off so she did ruin it much. "Sure. I've gotta go to sleep anyways cause it's really late over here," he said in agreement.

"Okay, goodnight." They said their goodbyes before Y/N hung up and sighed tiredly.

As she went to move the ice to her chest, where Mayu viciously chopped, her door was pushed open, and an angry Will Ospreay stormed in with Kyle Fletcher attempting to stop him. "You know this is private locker room. You can't just storm in when you feel like it Ospreay." Y/N tossed her phone on the table, raising her brows at the blonde man.

"Oh don't give me that bullshit, Y/N. Who was that on the phone, huh? You're cunt of a brother?" Will said angrily, shrugging Kyle's hand off his shoulder.

"Watch your fucking mouth." Y/N moved the ice off and stood up, walking around the table. "You have some fucking nerve coming into my room and talking bad on my brother." She glanced back at Kyle who awkwardly stood there, "love you, Kyle but can you just give us a minute please?" She requested.

"You sure?" He double checked, knowing how the two could be when they were angry. "Yeah, I'm sure. This won't take long." Y/N didn't take her eyes off of Will as Kyle exit the room, shutting the door as it automatically locked. Y/N didn't have to take a guess to know Will had gotten a key to her room, which was how he got in.

"How long have you known about your brother returning to New Japan, huh? Was that the plan all along or was it because I offended the little cunt at his own promotion? Or- or was it just because I attacked his little friend?" Will said, referring to when he attacked Kota Ibushi just before Kenny left Japan.

"See I don't think you just heard what I said. Watch what the fuck you say about my brother in front of me. Come on, we both know if you offended him, he would've already dealt with you. And it's not about your championship either. It's about you strolling around here calling yourself the greatest wrestler to live, shitting on his legacy. And yeah, maybe he wants to get a little revenge for Ibushi. So he's gonna do that on the grandest stage Japan has to offer."

"Now I know it may be a little hard for you, but you need to get that through your thick ass skull, Ospreay." Y/N spat, going to turn around but he grabbed her wrist and turned her back to him. "Fine, okay, I get it. Hell I probably deserve it, too. But maybe I'm just using that as an excuse to talk to you," he said just as Y/N pulled her wrist from his grip with a glare.

"Talk to me? What do you possibly wanna talk about? The fact that you cheated on me? You being a shitty fucking boyfriend? You embarrassing me in front of everyone?!" She snapped, tired of his nonsense and shitty excuses for his behavior.

"Oh so all the blame is all on me?! I know I'm not perfect but let's not pretend you aren't so perfect yourself princess!" He argued back in his own defense.

"I never once claimed I was perfect, I certainly don't act like it. I have my flaws but I never, and I mean never cheated on you! I wouldn't even think of doing such a thing!" She shot back incredulously. Surprised that he was trying to turn this on her.

"How many times do I have to say, I'm sorry! It was a mistake that I couldn't regret more," he explained. Y/N scoffed, "If you regret it so much you wouldn't have made her your fucking girlfriend the minute we broke up, let alone rub it in my face, you fucking cunt!" She shoved him back, blinking away the tears that threatened to fall. He didn't deserve her tears. She wasn't gonna let herself be weak in front of him.

"Oh, so I'm the cunt now? Where were you when I was going through the worst depression of my life? Why do you think I cheated on you, huh? You weren't there and I needed someone. But, Bea was," he couldn't help but immediately start to regret saying his ex's name. Hearing her name always set Y/N off. She absolutely hated Bea. They used to best friends until Bea slept with Will and the truth unfolded.

"Newsflash, Will. I can't give every second of my time to you! Cause whilst you were balls deep in my best friend, I was busy dealing with the fact that my birth mum showed up on my brother's fucking front door. You wanna talk about me not showing up for you one time when you haven't showed up for me countless times. I ignored every single warning I got from my family because I loved you and genuinely believed that you loved me too."

Will sighed, wanting to argue but she was right. He wasn't always there for her when she needed him. Another reason Kenny didn't like him. He had to be there for Y/N when Will wasn't. "I didn't know, I'm sorry."

"Of course you didn't know. You never bothered to ask. It's been three years and I'm done with letting you have so much control over me. Please, just forget I ever existed." Y/N stated tiredly, scratching the back of her neck.

Will shook his head, "I can't do that, Y/N. I can't just forget about us. I won't." Y/N rolled her eyes, "Then I'll do it for you."

She turned around and went to pick up her phone but his next words stopped her. "You can't honestly look me in the eyes and tell me you don't at least miss what we used to be," he said, his eyes told a different story though. He just needed to desperately know if he was the only one who feeling what he was feeling. The exact feelings he had when he first fell in love with her.

"Used to, Will," Y/N turned around, lifting her hand to place on his cheek, "Used to, as in past tense. I don't miss us. I don't miss what we used to be...because it wasn't healthy. We aren't together in the endgame, Will. That's the truth you need to learn to accept. Our love no longer lies. I'm sorry." Her statement was genuine and it felt so real. He wanted to believe she was lying but one thing Y/N didn't do was lie, especially about something like this.

"If you'll excuse me, I need to work. I don't want you in here when I return." She wanted to feel bad seeing a tear roll down his cheek. But she couldn't. She needed to let go.

Only he wasn't gonna let her. Not yet at least.

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