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m-jelly · 4 months ago

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Ulterior Motive - Chapter 2

Levi x reader

Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, mafia, Gangs, Alternate Universe - Gangsters, Gangsters, Yakuza, Alternate Universe - Yakuza, Romance, Love, Love Confessions, True Love, First Love, Yandere aspects, Protective Levi Ackerman, Possessive Levi Ackerman, Tattooed Levi Ackerman, Blood and Violence, Eventual Smut, Childhood Friends

This chapter: Levi visits you in the morning and you share a sweet moment together. After a nap with Levi, you go with him and play the role of his fiancee and meet a rival gang member. You get close with the rival gang member, which is something Levi and Erwin have not been able to do resulting in the two praising you for your amazing work.

Ao3

Part 3

Ding Dong.

The damn doorbell woke you from your sleep and it pissed you off.

Bang, bang, bang!

Now they were knocking. So, you reached for your phone and saw it was 5 am, too early to function. Bed and sleep were needed, you worked a lot and last night was rather fucked up with the old man groping you. You needed sleep.

It was quiet momentarily, but then you heard what sounded like your door and smart shoes. You lifted your tired head and strained your ears, but heard nothing. You flopped back down and went back to sleep. While you slept Levi entered your apartment and quietly made his way to your bedroom.

He approached the side of the bed and sat down. He placed his hand on you and gently rocked as he said your name. “Wake up.”

You opened your eyes and whined. “Mm.”

He smiled softly as he tangled your hair around his fingers and kissed. “Come on, wake up.”

You gazed at Levi. “Mm…Levi?”

“That’s me.”

You rubbed your eyes. “Were you knocking?”

“Yes.”

You frowned in thought. “I didn’t answer.”

He grabbed your face with one hand and squeezed your cheeks over and over, he adored how squishy you were and soft. “You didn’t. Rather rude leaving me out there.”

“Well, it’s 5 am. I need sleep.”

He watched you roll over and put your back to him. “Hmm, but I require you for a meeting.” That was a lie, he just wanted to spend as much time as possible with you. “We have an agreement.”

You curled up tightly. “It’s too early.”

Levi looked at his watch. “Is it?”

You sat up quickly causing Levi to blush hard at seeing you in just a shirt with messy hair. “Wait a minute! How did you get in?”

“I used your door.”

You stared for a moment. “It was locked.”

He stared back. “I picked it.”

“All three!?”

He tilted his head a moment before reaching out and playing with your hair. “Is 5 am really that early?”

“Yes.” You flopped back. “On days off you should have a lie-in.”

He ruffled his hair. “What is a lie-in?”

You gazed at Levi. “You’ve never had one?”

“No.” He looked away and blushed. “Don’t laugh at me.”

You smiled at him. “I won’t. We can’t know everything in life. So, it’s went you stay in bed to rest or nap. You normally cuddle a blanket, cushion or a cuddly toy.”

He liked that sound of that if it involved you. “Can you cuddle people? Like those you care about?”

“Yes.”

He hummed and caressed your cheek. “Well, how about we cuddle and have a lie-in.”

You felt your heart race. “Oh, well…”

“We either cuddle, or we get up for the day.” He held back a smirk when he saw the horror in your eyes about getting up. “Think of the cuddling as practice for our arrangement.”

You thought about his reasoning. “Oh, makes sense! Let’s cuddle. I need sleep.” You yawned. “You should probably take a few things off.”

He went bright red again. “Wh-what?”

You closed your eyes. “For comfort. I can’t imagine wearing a suit in bed is comfy.”

He relaxed and pushed away his dirty thoughts. He felt like a pervert with you sometimes, but it was hard when you were so fucking cute. He pulled his blazer, tie, waistcoat and belt off as instructed. As he unbuttoned his shirt a bit he made his way to the other side of the bed. He climbed into bed and lay there momentarily, feeling awkward and confused. However, when you hummed and rolled to face him he felt a need overwhelm him. He wrapped his arms around you and held you. He felt so happy and complete.

Levi rested for a while but his phone vibrating annoyed him, it meant someone was calling. He yanked his phone and snarled. “Tch, what?”

The poor young gang member panicked at Levi’s tone. “S-Sorry sir for disturbing you, b-but we h-have your order for y-your fiancée. W-We were expecting a c-call about bringing it u-up.”

“And? Did I call you?”

“N-no.”

Levi’s eyes went dark. “Then why did you call me?”

“I’m s-sorry!”

“Levi?” Your sweet voice made Levi blush and gaze at you. You smiled at him. “Is that your crew?”

Levi rubbed your cheek. “Yes. They have your clothes and gifts.”

You sat up and rubbed your eyes. “I’ll let him in.” You slipped out of bed to show Levi that you were just wearing a long shirt like he suspected. “There’s no point though seeing as you’ve unlocked my door.”

Jealousy and possessiveness consumed Levi, he did not want his men to see you in this cute way. Before he knew it he had launched himself out of bed and grabbed your wrist. His eyes were wide as he gazed at you, he could see he’d taken you by surprise and had flustered you. Seeing you like this, so taken by him made him happy, it meant you either had romantic feelings for him or found him attractive, both he liked.

He placed his hand on your waist as his other hand caressed your cheek. “I’ll greet them. You should change. I don’t want my fiancée meeting my men dressed this way.”

“Mm.” Your heart was racing so much. “Y-Yes. Oh, but you’ll be nice to your men, right?”

Levi clenched his jaw a moment before smiling at you. “Promise.”

“Okay!” You grinned at him. “I’ll get changed while you work.”

He kissed your forehead. “Good girl.” As soon as he parted from you his positive aura went and his smile vanished. He felt irritated again. He loved that he was in your apartment, but he didn’t like he was pulled away from you. He shoved your door open to see his men waiting with your gifts. “Hurry.”

The one who called him bowed. “S-sorry again, sir.”

Levi wafted his hand. “It’s fine.” He pushed his soft raven hair back with his slender hand with scars and kissable veins. “I overreacted. Forgive me.”

All his men stopped and stood in pure shock at their boss saying sorry to them. They all bowed to him and confirmed that it was okay. It’d only been just over two weeks that you appeared in his life again, but it seems you’d softened him already. They were counting their blessings and hoping that you wouldn’t leave Levi and stay with him because who knows what he’d be like if you left. They feared the day that someone kidnapped you.

You skipped out of your room and smiled. “Hello, everyone. Lovely to meet you all.” You walked over to Levi and hugged his arm. “Were you nice like you promised?”

“I was.”

You hummed a laugh. “Good.”

He kissed the side of your head. “Everything here is for you.”

Your eyes widened when you saw the countless bags and boxes from designer places. “Wow, it’s so much.”

“Anything for you, my darling bunny.” He looked up. “Thank you all, now leave us a moment.” He waited for everyone to hurry out before speaking. “Our agreement is between us. They all think you’re my fiancée.”

You giggled. “Fun!”

He walked over to a small bag and picked it up. “This one is important.”

You walked closer. “How come?”

He pulled out a small box and showed it to you. “This is your engagement ring.” He opened the box to reveal a delicate ring that had little white stones that reminded you of snow. “What do you think?”

You welled up as you gazed at the ring. “It’s stunning. Thank you.”

He took your hand and slipped it on your left finger before kissing the back of your hand. He smiled against your fingers as he admired how flustered you were, it made him happy that you were so taken with it. “You look like a princess.”

You whined a little. “Thank you. I uh…I wasn’t expecting a ring.”

“You’re my fiancée, you need a ring.”

You smiled at him. “You’re right.” You gazed at your hand. “It’s beautiful.”

Levi walked over to the gifts he got you and looked at the dresses. “Mm, how about this for our date?”

Your cheeks burned. “Date?”

He handed you the sweet summer dress and the comfy pretty shoes to go with. “Well, I have a meeting to go to that involves a few leaders. This means there will be single women there that will be forced on me.”

You hugged the dress against you. “Don’t worry, Levi. I will play the perfect fiancée for you.”

“Thank you.” He sat down on your armchair. “I’ll wait here for you.”

You dragged your dress on first before doing your makeup and hair. After admiring yourself, you slipped your shoes on and moved outside to see Levi tapping away on his phone. “People asking for you?”

“Mm.” He looked up and felt his heart skip a beat. “Cute.”

You twirled for him. “Yeah?”

He hummed a laugh. “Perfect.” He waved you over. “Come here.”

You walked over to him. “Yes?”

He held your hands as he smiled up at you. “You’re so pretty.” He covered your hands with kisses. “Now, let’s get you something to wear on top of all this.” He released your hands and looked in the boxes. “This jacket.” He stood up and helped you put it on. “And I think a nice pair of earrings and a delicate necklace.”

You smiled as he put the jewellery on you. “Thank you.”

He put his arm around you. “Let’s go.”

You hummed. “Don’t I need my handbag?”

“I’m paying for everything.” He took your phone and slipped it into his pocket. “Let me know when you want your phone, okay?”

You nodded. “I will.”

He led you to the waiting car and sat in the back with you. He leaned over and whispered. “Our background is we met in my club about a year ago. I came onto you. We’ve been a couple for over a year and engaged for a month.”

You hummed in response. “Got it.”

He held your hand. “Are you okay with touching and some light kissing?”

“Oh, yeah…”

He hummed a laugh. “I won’t kiss you on the lips, don’t worry.” He massaged your hand. “I’ll only do things that you consent to.”

You shifted in your seat. “I won’t mind if we need to kiss.”

“Noted.” He tried hard not to smirk, but the idea of kissing you made him very happy. He felt incredible knowing that you were all his and that he would show you off all night as his fiancée. “How are you feeling?”

You thought about the task at hand. “Nervous, but I feel rather confident.” You gazed at him. “There anything major I need to know about you? I know your mum and dad. So, is there anything else?”

He went through his life after leaving you, that he had taken over for his father and started leading the group. How he made the group more successful and the power of his family was the highest it’d ever been. He went over a few things he liked and didn’t like, but it hadn’t changed much from when he was a kid. Finally, he went over his tattoos and explained the most meaningful ones to him. He enjoyed that you touched his tattoos as he talked about them like you were a fascination to him.

As soon as the car came to a stop, Levi got out first and then helped you out. “Take your time here. There are a lot of nosey people in there who will ask you countless questions. Others will judge you.”

You let out a long sigh. “Story of my life.” You held his hand. “I’m used to people judging me.” You hummed in thought. “I mean I’m not pretty or slim, so they just do.”

Levi growled as a dark look came over him. “How dare they. You’re perfect.”

You kissed his cheek causing him to blush hard. “You’re sweet.”

He felt his obsessive side slip as he pulled you closer. “Oh darling bunny, you’re so much sweeter. I just want to devour you.”

You flushed. “Le-Levi.”

“Levi!” The moment was broken when a big blonde man with ocean eyes hurried over. “This her?”

You gazed up at the big man. “Hello.”

He offered his hand to you. “Erwin Smith. I work closely with Levi.” He leaned closer and whispered. “I am aware of your arrangement. I’m the only one who knows, so don’t worry too much when you’re around me.”

Levi tugged you against him. “Too close.”

Erwin chuckled. “Playing the part well, I see.” He called your name. “If you need any help on anything, such as the business information and how things run just let me know. I’m here to help you.”

You smiled at him. “Thank you so much.”

“I take care of a lot of the deals and money handling and take a lot of the heavy load off his shoulders.”

You gasped in delight. “You’re pretty amazing. Thank you for helping Levi so much.”

Erwin smirked. “Well, you’re welcome.”

Levi bit your earlobe. “Pay attention to me.”

You giggled at Levi being playful, but really he was being needy and possessive. “I’m here, Levi.”

He huffed a bit. “Good.”

Erwin nodded to bring Levi’s attention to someone across the room. “Pitel is here and he’s asking to speak with you. Business talk.”

Levi gazed at you. “Could you sit here for a moment?”

You sat down on the nice chair. “Sure. I’ll stay here.”

He clicked his fingers and got you a drink. “I shouldn’t be long, okay?”

You reached up and cupped the side of his face. You leaned closer and kissed the corner of his mouth. “I’ll miss you.”

Levi knew you were doing this for show, but his heart was racing so bad and he just wanted to grab you and kiss you. He let his passion take over, so he cupped the side of your neck as he kissed along your jawline before nipping and sucking your skin. “A little reminder of me.”

You shivered in pleasure. “Mm.”

He pulled back. “See you in a bit.”

You waved to him as your heart raced, you couldn’t believe he was so loving. “Could I have my phone?”

He handed it over. “Here. Bye, little bunny.”

You fiddled with your phone and saw messages from Lucas. You smiled and texted him back and told him what you were up to and asked if he could give you updates about the club. He told you he was so bored because you weren’t there that he was gonna mess with Shino. You warned Lucas not to, but the next thing you knew he’d sent you a slightly blurry picture of Lucas running and Shino close behind with a death glare. You snorted a laugh and messaged Shino to ask him not to kill Lucas cause he’s too much fun. Shino promised you he would just hurt him slightly.

“So cute.”

You looked up when you heard a soothing voice like a honey bourbon. He was an impressive man, but he wasn’t your Levi. He was tall and muscular but had a small waist. His pecs were rather big so his shirt was unbuttoned over them. He wore a red smart shirt with black markings on and it was tucked into his smart trousers with a belt. His black braces with silver clips looked like real silver and were silver. His trousers were grey and pinstriped with black. The sleeves on his shirt were rolled up to show one of his arms was covered in tattoos. He had black leather gloves which was normal to see on those in gangs and mafia. He had a few earrings in his ears and was an incredibly handsome Japanese man with a long neck, strong jawline and piercing eyes. He had naturally pink lips and pearly white teeth. His hair was incredible. It was short at the front reached the sides of his eyes and arched nicely to frame his face. The rest of his hair was long and reached his shoulders. His lashes were black and long. A small beauty mark was right under his left on his cheekbone.

He sat on the coffee table and smiled at you, he even smelt amazing. It was like he was a walking god, but his clothes seemed a bit tight and the coat resting on his shoulder like a cape reminded you of Levi. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you but I couldn’t help but notice you and your laugh was so cute.”

You gripped your phone and smiled. “Thanks. I was just laughing at my friend.”

He tilted his head as he smiled at you. “Lucky friend.” He eyed you. “What’s your name?”

You gave your first name. “What’s yours?”

He offered his hand. “Shuji Ando. You can call me Shuji.” He kissed the top of your hand. “Lovely to meet you.”

“You too.”

He pulled back and felt a bit shaken because you didn’t react to his name. “You’re not from this wild world, are you?”

You hummed a bit. “No, not really. Are you famous?”

He chuckled and leaned his cheek on his hand. “I am.” He eyed you closely. “So, who do you know in this world?”

“Only a few. I know Lucas Lionheart, Masashi Shinohara, Erwin Smith and more importantly my fiancé Levi Ackerman.”

His perfect brow raised. “Really? You’re the fiancée he keeps talking about.” He eyed you again. “I get it. I mean, you are incredible and cute.” He eyed your hand. “Can I see the ring?”

You offered your left hand. “I love it. It’s so cute and delicate.”

He took your hand and eyed your ring. “No diamonds?”

“I don’t like them.”

He hummed a moment. “Well, I would have gotten you something bigger and more expensive.”

You pulled your hand back and admired your ring. “I adore it.”

“I guess that’s all that matters, hm?” He smiled at you. “I’m surprised he doesn’t wear a ring too. The way he talks about you just sounds obsessive. He’s an interesting man.”

You grinned. “He’s wonderful in every way!”

Shuji admired you. “Love looks good on you. I wish I met you when you were single.” He leaned closer. “I would spoil you so much. I just have this urge to give you everything you could ever dream of.” He eyed you and noticed your jewellery and clothes. “Seems like Levi does that.”

You played with your earrings. “He does spoil me a lot. I tell him to calm down, but he can’t help himself.”

He hummed a laugh. “You are just so cute and sweet. Most girls who date men like us want our money and for us to give them a lot of gifts.” He tapped his earrings. “They ask for me to give them my earrings.” He lifted his wrist or my bracelets and watch.”

You leaned over and eyed his watch. “It’s rather chunky.” You lightly touched it. “Mm, heavy too.”

“Do you like it?”

You shook your head. “I don’t like wearing watches.” You smiled at him. “I do like leather strap ones, they’re nice.” You fiddled with his watch. “This is rather big.”

“Cost me a couple thousand.”

You gasped and pulled back. “A-Ah! Oh, I probably got it dirty. I’m sorry.”

His eyes widened at how adorable you were. He started laughing at you before wiping his tears away. “You are so cute. You really aren’t in it for the money, huh?”

You whined. “How could you walk around wearing something so expensive? Aren’t you scared it’ll get broken?”

“You are beyond cute. If only you knew how much the rest of my clothes cost me.”

You nibbled your lip and shifted in your seat. “That’s stressful.”

Shuji could tell the clothes and jewellery you were wearing were expensive, but he didn’t want to break you and make you panic. “Tell me about you.”

You snapped out of your worry and relaxed. “Mm, well…” You talked about what you liked and the things you enjoyed, it was a bit hard to talk about yourself. When you talked to Levi it was so natural and enjoyable, but this was odd. “Ah, that’s it.”

“Do you have a job or does Levi spoil you?”

You nibbled your lip. “Sometimes I work as a hostess at one of Levi’s clubs. It’s a lot of fun. Levi personally protects me.”

“That’s adorable. He lets you work, but keeps a close eye on you.”

“He does.”

While you were talking to Shuji you were so wrapped up in the conversation that you didn’t notice people staring at you both. Some people were even talking about how you might be his new lover. The way Suji was close to you and touched you a bit, along with smiling and laughing with you. To others, it seemed like he was trying hard to flirt with you and win you over as his. However, you were rather oblivious to it all.

Shuji called your name. “May I have your number?”

You gripped your phone. “Oh, um…”

“Sorry, I’m pressuring you. I just want to be friends. It’s okay to say no, I won’t push it.”

You nibbled your lip in thought before smiling. “Okay.” You reached over. “Phone, please.”

He handed it over to you, something he has never done before in his life. “All yours.”

You tapped his phone and saw his background was him shirtless. “Huh, you’re a bit full of yourself.”

“I have a lot of self-love.”

You put your number in his phone. “Self-love is good.” You saved the number and flinched when a picture of a woman with barely anything on appeared on the phone. “Oh, your girlfriend of booty call is calling.”

He took the phone back and sighed. “Sorry. I can imagine you don’t think very highly of me now.”

You smiled at him. “I don’t judge people on their sex life or romance life. Do what makes you happy and as long as you both want it.” You shuffled in your seat and downed the last of your drink. “It’s not like you’re trying to impress an engaged woman, right?”

Shuji tapped his phone against his lips and hummed a laugh. “Well, it’s hard to not flirt when the engaged woman is my dream woman and she’s so adorable.”

You giggled. “I bet you’re like this with all women.”

He shook his head. “No, no I’m not.”

You felt a bit nervous as he gazed at you, it was a dark and lustful look that you’d never seen before in anyone. Part of you wanted to escape this situation, so when you saw Levi walking back over you were so relieved and excited. Then you saw it. When Levi clocked you the look in his eyes for you made you breathless. Shuji had lust, but Levi had this soft caring and loving look. Levi even smiled at you and walked a little faster over to you. You liked the way Levi looked at you and you liked him a lot. It took this little moment to realise you had very deep feelings for Levi that went beyond friendship.

You stood up and opened your arms. “Levi.”

He wrapped his arms around you and held you tightly. “Mm.” He inhaled deeply and felt himself melting. He nuzzled the crook of your neck before glaring at Shuji. He needed to assert his dominance and loving claim to you. “I missed you.”

You pulled back a bit and smiled brightly at him. “I missed you too. Did your meeting go okay?”

He nodded. “It did.” He caressed your cheek before leaning closer and kissing your cheek repeatedly. “I want to run away with you.”

You pressed yourself against him and softly spoke. “Safe.”

Levi knew you said it with the intention of him not hearing you, but he heard you. His possessive side was incredibly excited knowing that you found safety in his arms. “I’ve got you, my darling bunny.”

“Mr Ackerman?” Shuji rose to his feet and approached Levi. “I must say, your fiancée is an absolute delight. We kept each other company while you were busy.”

Levi squeezed you. “I appreciate it. It’s odd how it took me leaving my fiancée for a bit for us to interact.”

“We’re like two ships passing in the night.” He smiled at you. “Your fiancée brought two big worlds together.” He bowed to you and said your name. “It was wonderful to meet you. I will bid you all farewell.”

Erwin put his hands in his pockets. “We’ve been desperate to get a moment with him and it took your fiancée one simple meeting.”

Levi rubbed your back. “She’s a miracle.”

You pulled back from Levi. “I’m kind of tired and hungry.”

“We’ll go together to eat something.”

You released a long sigh and walked with Levi and Erwin. As you moved you glanced around to see people were staring as Levi held you close. The hatred and jealousy rolling off some of the women was intense. When you got out of the building you felt so much better, like all the pressure was gone. You understood that you had a role to play when you were around Levi. Today was the first time you were playing the role, so there was a knot in your stomach forming. A sickness was building up, you felt like you had failed to play the wonderful fiancée.

Levi stopped walking and said your name. “Are you okay?” He reached over and wiped under your eye. “Why are you crying? Was today too much?” He snarled. “Did that fucker Ando say something upsetting?”

You shook your head. “Mm.”

Erwin looked around and moved people on. “I think she’s overwhelmed.”

“I l-let you d-down.” You sniffed. “I was a terrible fiancée. I played the role so poorly. I barely did anything.”

Levi hugged you. “You did a wonderful job.”

“All I did was sit and talk with Shuji and get his number.”

Erwin’s eyes widened. “What did she just say?”

Levi pulled back a bit. “Did you just say you got Shuji Ando’s number?”

You sniffed a bit. “Mm, yes I got his number.” You fiddled with your phone and showed him the text from Shuji after you had put your number into his phone. “See?”

Levi gazed at it. “This…this is…incredible. We haven’t been able to get close to that shithead and here you are walking into our world on your first day and you get this fuckers number!”

Erwin laughed. “That is impressive.”

You whined. “Really? But.”

Levi cupped your face. “You’re amazing.”

Erwin smiled at you. “You’ve managed to achieve something we never could. Well done.”

Levi picked you up making you squeak. “I’m going to spoil you for dinner. We can go anywhere you want.”

You felt nervous and flustered at the way Levi was holding you, his perfect hands gripping your body and his face close to yours. You wanted to hide, so you hugged him and hid your face against the crook of his neck. “Mm.”

Erwin chuckled. “So oblivious sometimes.”

Levi frowned. “Me?”

“Yes.” He smirked. “Think about your hand placement.”

Levi squeezed your bum making you mewl at him. “Hmm.” He smiled and enjoyed touching you a bit. “Let’s get you some food.” He kept carrying you letting Erwin take the hint that Levi was in love with you. He carefully placed you on a seat and ordered food and drinks for you Erwin and himself. “You know, you did so wonderful today. You’ve gone above and beyond.”

You smiled a little. “I’m glad.” You handed your phone over to Levi. “I can imagine you want to monitor texts or calls between us.”

Levi nodded as he studied your phone. “We will. Hange will sort it for us.” He placed the phone down. “For now, enjoy this moment and your victory.”

As you ate your food you noticed Levi had a bit of a sad look on his face. It appeared the way Shuji made you laugh and smile today was playing on his mind. At first, he had been jealous and possessive, but now he was thinking about it he realised that Shuji was treating you like a goddess and all he had done was make you cry. Confusion was all he felt. Levi was a mix of many emotions, but confusion was the highest. He wanted to be your one and only, he wanted to be your lover, he wanted to be yours forever. Normally his twisted yandere feelings won him over, but his darker negative thoughts were slipping into his head and heart.

You reached over and took Levi’s hand. “You know, Shuji was boring. I prefer being around you. Like this morning, I loved cuddling with you as we napped.”

Levi’s cheeks burned. “Really?”

You hummed as you nodded. “Plus, he has no taste. He said my ring was bad, but I love it. My engagement ring is incredible.”

“He said bad things about it?”

You lifted his hand and kissed it. “You know, he said that he’s surprised you don’t wear a ring.” You leaned closer to show off your cleavage unintentionally. “I hope you don’t mind, but I want to buy you a ring.”

Levi’s eyes lit up. “I’d love that.”

Erwin sighed. “I hate to ruin this moment, but I will help you get a ring so it’s a surprise for Levi.”

You smiled. “Thank you.” You yawned a little. “Sorry, I’m a bit tired.”

“We’re far from your home, right?”

Levi played with your hair. “I could take you to my hotel. I’ll get you a nice room. I need my men to set up your home a bit more.”

You rubbed your eyes a bit. “Mm, okay. Are the beds comfy?”

“Very.”

You leaned against Levi and sighed. “Perfect.”

Levi hugged you as you got sleepy. “She’s so cute.”

Erwin smiled. “You’re in love with her, aren’t you?”

Levi scooped you up and carried you out of the restaurant into the night. “I do. I’m deeply in love with her. I’ve been in love with her since we were kids.”

Erwin opened the hotel door, walked over to the front desk and got the key for one of their best rooms. “Almost like fate with you two. So, you going to actually romance her and get her to be your real fiancée?”

“I intend to.”

Erwin hummed a laugh. “Well, if you need help just let me know.”

Levi lay you down on the hotel bed and put a blanket over you. “I’ll take you up on that offer.” Levi moved the hair from your face. “She’s perfect.”

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youracebuddy · 8 days ago

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I'm in Love with my Best Friend

Reboot Wally x Reader

Rating- Teen

Word count- 1,407

This can also be found on AO3!

This oneshot is a gift for @kawaiialeisha!

Sorry if any part of it doesn't make sense, I mostly wrote this one right before I fell asleep!

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"Neighbor?"

Wally whispered, lavender eyes locked gently onto yours. He had requested to talk to you one-on-one today, but you didn’t have the faintest clue why.

“Yeah, Walls?” You spoke, gently patting the spot on the bed next to you. You tried your best to give him a reassuring smile, but you couldn’t seem to stop your concern from seeping into it.

He returned the smile weakly, taking the opportunity to slip next to you and lean into your side. You were quick to lean into him in return, your heart easing at the sight of a small smile threatening to break his complicated expression.

“So… are we going to talk about it, or just sit around and be mopy all day?” You teased, lifting up your other hand to ruffle his messy pompadour. He simply batted your hand away, seemingly unable to form the words that he wanted. Your smile dropped in return, only now realizing that this might be more serious than the usual shenanigans that are exchanged between the two of you.

After a moment's consideration, you decided to throw caution to the wind to see what on earth could be wrong with your best friend. You yet again reached out with your free hand, this time setting it below his chin. You gingerly pulled his head back to meet you, only to be greeted with a face full of crimson.

You couldn’t help but giggle at the sight, as you’d never seen him that deep of a shade of red before. What on earth could have gotten into him?

“Dude. Are you okay? The last time I saw you this red was when Barnaby made you laugh so hard that you nearly choked!” You prodded, proceeding to gently tilt around his head further to see the extent of it. The strangest thing that you could notice, though, was it increasing in intensity the closer you got to him.

“Wait. Walls, were you always this soft?” You asked, eyes filling with wonder at the thought. Sure, you had held his hand before, but nothing could prepare you for the fuzziness of his face. It was as if it was a mixture of the finest velvet you could imagine, with the squishiness of a cloud.

Before you knew it, your other hand was on his cheek, gently cupping his face in your palms. You ran your fingers over the soft material that he was made out of, stopping just shy from his ears. During your little… discovery, his expression had shifted from shock to something much softer. His eyes were half-lidded, the void black of his eyelids unable to stop the shimmer of his lavender irises in the soft morning light.

To your surprise, he reached out his felted hand to rest on your face, flushing your cheeks with warmth. It was a new sensation, unlike anything else that you’ve felt. It slowly seeped through your bones, filling each and every inch with comfort.

“You… get it now, don’t you?”

He murmured, his smile returning once more to grace his features. He slowly traced his fingers down to the bottom of your chin, leaving your skin tingling in memory of his touch. A deep, silky laugh escaped from his lips as he continued.

“Whenever you touch me, the strangest things happen to me. Before, it was just the same as usual. But now, for whatever reason…” To express his point, he took his hand off of your chin, bringing it up to rest atop of your own hand cupping the side of his face.

…You didn’t want to think about how deeply you wished for him to do it again, or how when he nuzzled his head into your hand it felt right.

“That happens.” He whispered, letting his eyes flutter closed. He sighed deeply, clearly still trying to get to the bottom of this.

You, on the other hand, had some ideas.

“Walls, can I kiss you?”

His eyes shot open, and he practically fell off of your bed in shock. When your brain finally processed what you said, your face felt like it was going to simply melt off from the heat.

“W-WAIT, I KNOW THAT SOUNDS REALLY WEIRD!” You yelped, frantically waving your hands in front of you to try and snap him out of his thoughts.

“Well, it’s usually related to something romantic when you first feel this way, right? Then, if we kissed, wouldn’t it… tell us if we liked each other?”

Wally thought this over for a moment, before slowly nodding in confirmation. It did nothing to stop the blush on his face from deepening further, however.

You thought it was really, REALLY cute.

Taking a deep breath to calm down your now fluttering heart, you silently opened your arms to him for an invitation to come closer. His eyes flicked down to your arms, then back up to your eyes, as if asking if this was really okay with you. After a small nod of confirmation in response, he wasted no time to close the space between the two of you and snake his arms around your torso, gently pulling you close.

You quickly returned the embrace, already feeling your nerves calm down from the hug. The two of you were always affectionate with each other before, but it just felt… different, to say the least.

It felt like you truly belonged somewhere, for once.

After what felt like hours of just holding onto him, he slowly brought his head up out of the usual crook of your neck he kept it in, glancing down to your lips.

“...Of course you’re shy right now, Walls.”

You murmured, unable to stop the affection you felt towards him from seeping into your tone. You brought your hand under his chin once more, pulling him closer with a sense of tenderness that you didn’t even know you were capable of.

Running your thumb slowly across his cheek, you leaned forward, and gingerly kissed him on the lips. His felt was ticklish against your own lips, causing you to pull back out of surprise. You opened your eyes to look at him, only to see him gazing back at you with the saddest expression that you’ve ever seen. Letting out a quiet snort and a whispered “sorry”, you brought your lips back to his.

Now ignoring the ticklish sensation, you allowed yourself to fully focus on the kiss.

His lips were soft, of which was greatly expected due to the fact that he was made of fabric. But, as the kiss continued, you couldn’t help but notice how he was melting into you.

His grip on you slowly loosened as he allowed himself to fall limp against you, leaving the warmth of sunshine wherever he touched. He was completely snuggled up to you within mere seconds, bringing up his hands to pull your head closer to his.

With that final movement, you suddenly started to feel the kiss in its entirety. The warmth of his lips slowly seeped into yours, sending a shiver down to your spine.

You deepened the kiss further without a second thought, slowly moving your mouth against his in a loving, tender dance. Your fingers slowly ran through his now-ruined pompadour, arms keeping him firmly in place.

The kiss continued for as long as you could hold your breath, not wanting to rip away the sheer trust and vulnerability between the two of you. But, just like everything else, it had to end.

Breaking off the kiss, you leaned forward to rest your forehead against his, greedily gasping for air. Your eyes fluttered open, instantly scanning his expression to make sure you didn’t accidentally make him uncomfortable.

To your great relief, there wasn’t a hint of pain in his expression. Instead, his eyes were half-lidded and filled with warmth, his smile goofy and lovestruck.

“I’m in love with my best friend.”

You breathlessly whispered, fresh realization dawning across your mind. When you focused back on him again, any worry about the new development completely vanished.

In the short time that your brain had wandered off, he had settled himself back against you, his body splayed atop of your own. He was gently nuzzling his face into your hair, letting out small, occasional mumbles and whispers that you couldn’t make out. The only thing that mattered to you was that he was happy, and you were too.

“I love you, Walls.”

“I love you too.”

#reboot wally #reboot wally x reader #wally darling x reader #wally warling x y/n #fanfiction #first kiss #cuddles #friends to lovers

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Take Care: Chapter Eight

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Warnings: swearing, eventual smut, emotional themes.

A/N: sorry about how long this took i am busy and tired and also didn't want to write all this sad shit but alas, i did it. we are officially done with season one! i will be taking a small hiatus before i get to posting the next chapters for season two, but i cannot wait to continue this for you all. mwah mwah mwah

Word count: 8.8k

Chapter Eight

As your final week at the Dogtrack began, you found yourself already getting nostalgic. You wandered the lower levels gently, strolling in and out of every room, before you ascended the steps to the upper levels. You slalomed through the concessions, waving hello to the bar workers, cleaners, and others who were getting ready for the final game of the season that Saturday. You ascended another level to reach Rebecca’s office, and when her door loomed before you, you knocked upon it.

Rebecca shot you a look of understanding when you entered her office, almost sullenly. You tried to keep your spirits up, but she could see right through you about this– the same way everyone else could when you gently popped your head around the locker room door that morning.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Rebecca said, opening her arms warmly as you clicked the door shut behind you.

You allowed her to encase you in a hug, one where you couldn’t help but imagine her as the Virgin Mary and you as her tiny baby Jesus. Rebecca’s bosom was just that comforting that you couldn’t liken it to anything else, but you would never tell her that. Not in a million years.

“Are you okay?” she asked, as she removed her calming grip from you.

You nodded once. “Yeah,” you said, but your voice cracked involuntarily. “Maybe,” you added, and it only made Rebecca laugh sympathetically.

“Did you submit your final assignment?” she asked.

“Yes, thank fuck,” you breathed out, before you flopped yourself onto the sofa. “Every last thing I needed to do has been done, so now I just… wait, I guess.”

Rebecca dropped herself beside you and crossed her legs. “Waiting isn’t so bad of a thing, I suppose. I waited to see the Spice Girls live for over a year, and it turned out brilliant.”

“I think waiting for a concert is vastly different than this, Rebecca,” you let out. You spread yourself out on her sofa, starfish style. She reached out and grabbed your knee affectionately. “I’m not waiting for a once in a lifetime performance, I’m waiting for the inevitable end of coming to this place every fucking day.” You lifted your head up quickly, and shot a wild gaze her way. “What if they all forget about me?”

“That’s not fucking possible,” she said strongly. “And if you go off the radar then you can count on Keeley and I coming to batter down your damn door, or someone else.”

“Someone else?” you questioned, and your mind immediately went to Lasso. “I don’t think Ted would do that. He’s far too soft and squishy to break down a door, don’t you think?” you rattled off.

“I didn’t mean Ted,” Rebecca said, squeezing your knee gently. You inhaled when she looked at you knowingly, before you dropped your head back down to stare at the ceiling. She didn’t need to say a name for you to know that she meant Roy.

Roy Kent would definitely batter down doors, you thought, but whether or not yours would come into that equation was a mystery. He hadn’t battered down your door before, only knocked and begged to come inside…

Was that the same thing?

“They’re going to bench him,” you said plainly.

“I know,” Rebecca said.

“I think he knows it, too,” you said.

“I think you’re right,” Rebecca said, before she retracted her grip from you. She stood up strongly, and peered down at you like a giant. “No more moping, come on,” she said, as you allowed her to hoist you from the sofa.

“If I can’t mope, what the fuck am I supposed to do for the next five days?”

Rebecca smiled. “Enjoy it,” she said. “Before it’s all over, enjoy it.”

On Tuesday, you grabbed a coffee from the cafe in the morning like normal. You scuffed your feet on the concrete as you headed to your office afterwards, but got immediately side tracked when you heard a ruckus from the locker room. Without dropping off your belongings, you headed there first to check out what was wrong.

You entered the uncharacteristically quiet locker room, only to discover Ted, Nate, Higgins and Rebecca.

“Why so hostile, Nathan?” Rebecca said, as a mischievous smile graced her face.

“Wait… you know my name?” Nate asked, as you slowed to an almost comically paced slow walk. You held your breath, not wanting to interrupt the four of them.

“I needed to know it for when I wrote your contract,” she said, before she sent a look your way. She winked at you, and you were reminded of a text from Roy a few weeks prior– Nate was due to get promoted, but for the past month he’d been afraid he was going to get fired.

You had to admit it, but the look on his face was fucking hilarious.

Ted smacked a hand down on Nate’s shoulder. “You’re not getting fired, buddy, you’re getting promoted!”

All of a sudden, the closed blinds of the manager’s office revealed the screaming team of AFC Richmond behind. They yelled and cheered, and Colin let off a confetti cannon as he burst through the door and into the main locker room. Nate’s shock and fear dissipated immediately, turning into excitement and appreciation, as soon as he locked eyes with Rebecca again.

She handed him his contract, and the word coach at the top made him want to cry. This was what he’d wanted for so long, but what he’d never dared to think about achieving. Seeing his name on this contract, however, made everything change. He’d made it. He’d really fucking made it. The guys gathered like a swarm of bugs, picking Nate easily off the floor and gently swinging him in the air triumphantly. You laughed at their joy, their excitement, as you peered up at him atop Isaac’s and Sam’s shoulders.

Roy gently approached you from behind. He skidded his knuckles across your lower back, alerting you to his presence. You crossed your arms and leaned back into him without even thinking. Your upper back thumped against his chest gently, as the two of you kept your eyes on an overjoyed Nathan.

You twisted yourself around and looked up at the smile on Roy’s face. You jabbed him in the abdomen gently, as he peered down at you. “You’ve gone soft,” you said, just loud enough for him to hear.

Roy sniffed, trying to puff out his chest to counteract your words. “No I fucking haven’t,” he said, but it was clear that you were right.

Without hesitation, you raised your hand to his face and gently prodded his cheek. “I think I just felt a tear,” you joked, before you prodded again. You widened your eyes in false shock. “No, I definitely did. You’re on the brink of crying, aren’t you?”

Roy’s attempt at staying stoic went out the window upon your second prod. He swiftly pushed your hand away and guided your shoulders around to face the rest of the room, before he playfully wrapped his arms over your shoulders and chest. You leaned further into him, bringing your hands to grab hold of his forearms strongly. He was so close to resting his chin on the top of your head, and part of him wanted to, but he didn’t. You refrained from tilting your head back from fear that he’d pull away.

Instead, the two of you swayed from side to side gently, smiling, laughing, peering out at the joyous scene before you. Neither of you dared to question the position you were in, whether mental or physical. You simply held on for dear life, and chose not to focus on the fact this would all be over in a matter of days.

On Wednesday, you took your laptop outside to the stands. You sat there for most of the day, tapping upon your keyboard, until the late afternoon sun shone against the blue and red plastic seats of the Dogtrack. You only went inside to piss, or eat, or drink, but even those times were sparse. Even by the time practice had been and gone, you were still outside, soaking up the sun.

The echo of footsteps on the opposite side of the stadium hit you, and when you looked up you were surprised to see the small outline of Roy. He headed to one of the blue seats in the stands, hands in his leather jacket pockets. You gently went to close your laptop, thinking about joining him, but you stopped when you saw another figure emerge. Ted walked up the stairs of the stands, before he slotted himself beside Roy in the sea of blue.

Innately, you knew what they were going to talk about. Pulling off the bandaid. Quickly and without fuss, you grabbed your belongings and headed back inside. The guys were packing up to head home after a long day. You bumped into Sam in the corridor, and strolled to the car park together.

“Do you need a lift? I can drop you home,” he offered, as you approached his car. Further down the car park, you saw Roy’s Jeep.

You shook your head gently. “Thank you, but I’m good,” you said. Sam followed your eyes to Roy’s Jeep, and when he looked back at you, there was an understanding look on his face.

“See you tomorrow?” he questioned.

“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be,” you replied, beaming.

Sam drove off a moment later. When you were alone, you strolled towards Roy’s Jeep and leaned against the passenger side door gently. The Spring sun shone off the hood, casting an orange glow over the entire car park. This reminded you of before, the first time he’d ever driven you home from the stadium. The sun was the same colour, and it was so vibrant that his pitch black car had erupted with a volcanic glow.

Secretly, you thought the colour orange suited Roy.

You crossed your arms and looked at the ground, waiting for the inevitable moment that Roy appeared. You didn’t want him to be alone, not for this– not ever, really– so you planted yourself on the concrete, content with waiting for him to finally leave for home.

Roy stormed through the stadium, gym bag in one hand and his car keys in the other. He huffed through his nose painfully as he opened the doors to the car park, and was ready to scream at the top of his fucking lungs– until he saw you. You leaned against his Jeep, head down to the point where your hair covered the obviously sleepy expression on your face. Your arms were crossed over your chest, and your knees were slightly bent from tiredness.

He slowed his pace as he approached you, and unlocked his car with his keys. You felt the car vibrate behind you, and noticed the flash of lights as it unlocked. When you looked up, Roy was no more than a metre away from you, and still fast approaching. You sucked in a gentle breath as he tugged open the passenger side door for you.

“Jump in,” was all he said, and you didn’t have to be told twice. He shut the door behind you after you were settled and jumped into the driver’s seat. He started the engine, leaving the car park as fast as he possibly could.

The drive was silent. Roy didn’t turn on the radio, nor did you ask him to, either. When he turned down your street, he pulled onto the curb outside your building. He cut the engine, and the interior went utterly silent. Gently, you looked at him. He looked back, and his stare was enough to make you melt.

You sucked in a deep breath. “Do you want to talk about it?” you asked.

Roy’s knuckles tightened on the steering wheel. His entire body tensed. “No,” he said plainly.

“Okay,” you said gently, shooting him a small smile in understanding. “If you want to, you know where I am.”

Roy nodded, trying to keep it together. “Yeah,” he said, but it came out forcefully, like he didn’t want to show what he was truly feeling. You didn’t press him, but instead grabbed your bag and slung it over your shoulder.

“See you tomorrow?” you asked, as you laid your hand on the door handle.

“Yeah,” Roy said again, hiding behind the pain in his chest.

You got out of his Jeep, and slammed the door shut behind you. You sent him a small wave from the pavement, and before you could even reach your door, he’d switched on the ignition and veered off down the road.

On Thursday, Roy didn’t come to the stadium. His absence was felt by everyone, especially the team. Ted was quiet for most of the day, trying to keep up his commonplace enthusiasm, but it was clear that he felt guilty. No one blamed him, but that didn’t stop him from feeling like he’d done the unthinkable.

You grabbed lunch with Keeley, but the quiet and sombre feeling from the stadium had rubbed off on you, too. You swirled your fork in your plate of pasta, and had hardly touched your glass of wine. Keeley cleared her throat opposite you, before she leaned forward gently.

“Babe,” she started, as you met her eye. “It’ll be alright,” she said, trying to keep things light.

“Sorry, I’m being such a fucking downer, aren’t I?” you breathed out, before attempting to perk yourself up.

“It’s understandable. Change is scary,” she said.

“It’s like, even though I try not to, I’m counting down the minutes until it’s all over. At five o’clock tomorrow evening, I’ll be done at Richmond.” Saying it outloud had you getting choked up. You swallowed quickly to stop your throat from closing up.

The cogs in Keeley’s brain started whirring. “You sound just like Roy, you know? In your article, when he talked about not knowing what to do after he retired.” You listened to her intently, thankful for her kindness. “There will always be opportunities beyond the now, especially for talented fuckers like you and him,” she said, and you huffed at her bluntness. “You must have had employers in touch after the article, surely?”

You nodded at her, and thought about your inbox full of job offers. “I’ve had a few, yeah. That’s not what I’m worried about, though. I could work anywhere, I think it’s just… everything else, that’s getting me down.”

The end of the season. The threat of relegation. Saying goodbye. Every-fucking-thing.

“You’ve got time,” Keeley reassured you. “Your lease at the flat doesn’t end until July, you’ve got job offers left right and fucking centre, and, well– you’ve got Roy.”

You furrowed your brows quizzically, but that was counteracted by the small smile that curled onto your lips. “Got Roy for what?”

Keeley sent you an amused look. “Oh, come on. Don’t be like that,” she said, as she shoved another mouthful of pasta in her gob. “I see the way you two are when you’re together.”

You huffed. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, here.”

Keeley dropped her fork and pointed at you abruptly. “You’re in denial, babes.”

“I am not–”

“Yes, you fucking are! You’ve been around a whole bunch of sexy footballers for months now, one of which has gone out of his way for you, your degree and your future, not to mention he showed up at your door with an apology fit for a fucking queen. All I’m saying is, if I was in your shoes, I would have had him at least three times by now–”

“Keeley,” you warned her, through a wave of amusement.

“What? Not even a fucking kiss? What a bloody waste,” she said, before she grinned at you with her teeth mischievously.

“The last thing Roy needs right now is me scuttling around him.” You took a sip of your wine. “He’s got enough on his plate as it is, and I don’t want to make it worse.”

“Do you hear yourself, babes?” Keeley said, her eyes wide. “You’re exactly what he fucking needs right now.”

You scoffed at that, reminded of yesterday in his car. “No, I’m not. Even at the best of times, Roy has the emotional output of a fucking teacup, but yesterday…” you trailed off, taking another sip– more like a gulp– of wine.

“Was it bad?” Keeley asked.

You nodded. “Yeah, it was bad.”

Keeley leant across the table and grabbed your hand quickly. Her touch had superpowers, you thought. You always felt infinitely better when she found a soft way to reassure you. “His feelings aren’t your problem to fix, babes. You’ve let him know you’re there to support him, which is all any of us can do.”

You nodded, and let out a pent up breath. “Yeah,” you said, smiling at her. “You’re right, it’ll be fine.”

“All you need to focus on is enjoying the last days of your placement, alright?”

You chuckled at her. “I can do that. For you, I can do that.”

Keeley squeezed your hand harder, and you let her. The two of you clinked your glasses together, as you enjoyed the final lunch break meal of your placement at AFC Richmond.

On Friday, you started clearing out your office. You shoved all your supplies, books, post-its from Sam and the like, into a cardboard box that you could walk home with at the end of the day. You sat at your desk in the morning for the last time, and opened up your laptop despite having no fucking work to do. You skimmed through your emails, and added interview dates in your calendar, but you had to stop and hold your breath when you saw a new email fly into your inbox.

It was from Pluto Press, the publisher that you’d meant to have your original placement with. They reached out after reading your article in the Independent, and had asked to set up a meeting for a possible job opening. Just like that, cogs had started flying into place.

If you got a job there, you’d be able to stay in Richmond. In your flat, around your friends, around the boys, and around the club. You emailed back immediately, letting them your availability for an interview, and started curating a portfolio of your work before and during your time at AFC Richmond. Keeley was right— change was scary, but it was also exciting.

You just had to let yourself believe it all.

By lunch, you’d cleared out your entire office. It looked too bare, too empty. You swiped your hands over the cinder block walls— walls that you’d become so familiar with that it seemed painful to know you’d be leaving them behind in a matter of hours.

Behind you, Sam knocked at your door. You turned and met his eye, and sent him a saddened smile.

“All packed up?” he asked, looking at the emptiness of it all.

You nodded, letting out a huff. “It feels so weird. I feel like I haven’t been here nearly long enough, but also for years at the same time.”

He strolled further into your office. You felt calm when he was near. “This place will do that to you. Make you settled and comfortable, but that is when time passes you by without realising.”

“Yeah,” you acknowledged him gently, before sighing. “Are you on your second workout already?” Sam nodded. You stepped forward, and could see the other guys headed to the gym together through the door. A question danced in your mind. “No Roy today?”

Sam shook his head. “We think he switched off his mobile. We’ve tried to reach out, but—,” He shrugged. “Nothing.”

“I tried on Wednesday,” you said, as you leaned against your empty desk. “It was the same. Like he was feeling everything and nothing at the same time.”

“That has always been Roy’s way, I think,” Sam said. “He will come back if he wants to, and he knows we will be here if he does. No one is to blame for this.”

“I know,” you breathed out shakily. “But, that’s just it, isn’t it?” You peered up at Sam’s soft and welcoming face, and you knew then that he understood you wholeheartedly. It felt good to be known. “It’s out of our control— but that’s when I want to fix things even more. It’s gutting to know we can’t do anything.”

“That is because you are kind,” Sam said, and stepped towards you once more. “Too kind for your own good, sometimes. You want to fix everything all of the time, and feel responsible for other people’s feelings far too much, might I add.”

You huffed, feeling vulnerable. “Come off it.”

“See!” Sam exclaimed. “You just proved my point for me.”

You waved him off playfully. “Yeah, yeah, yeah…” you trailed off.

Sam settled comfortably. “I am going to miss this.”

This. Your chats. Your moments of shared clarity. Sharing a space with one another every day of the week.

You ignored the strain you felt when your throat closed suddenly. You swallowed away the urge to cry. “Me too.”

He headed towards your door then, smiling knowingly as he left. “I will see you after?” he asked, lingering on the doorway.

You nodded strongly, despite the rapid way your eyes were welling up. “I’ll be here.”

You finished up some final emails in your bare office, before you sat in the cafe with a cup of tea for the remainder of the day. When the clock hit 4:30pm, you left sullenly. You felt a strange sense of peace as you navigated the empty corridors of the lower level, and were surprised to find the gym and locker room utterly empty.

The guys were nowhere to be seen, and Ted and Beard’s office was quiet of all Americans and Brits alike, too. You sighed to yourself, as you looked up at the yellow believe poster above the manager’s doorway.

You couldn’t believe this was it. Your last day. You’d spent nine months strolling up and down these corridors and rooms, sharing smiles and commiserations with the team, a joke with Ted, a look at Roy. When you thought back to the September before, you’d been so annoyed to be in this position, but now?

You wouldn’t trade this experience for the world.

It didn’t feel right, though. It didn’t feel like closure, because you knew that someone was missing. Roy wasn’t here. He wasn’t here on your final day to roll his eyes, or boom profanity, or offer to drive you home just to spend a few more moments with you. He wouldn’t be starting on the pitch tomorrow, or may not even show up at all, as you sat in the stands for your last game under contract at the club.

It was almost too much to bear. You’d started your journey here with Roy, and it seemed only right to end it with him— but that wasn’t an option anymore.

You let the last of your composure fall away as you finally let go. Your eyes welled past the point of staying dry, as tears crept down your cheeks, tracking shining lines down your face. You peered around the room as you held yourself, taking in the red and blue everywhere, the numbers and names on the cubbies, and fluorescent lights overhead. You’d never expected for it all to feel so sad. Leaving, saying goodbye, moving onto other things.

You realised then that, if you had the option, you’d stay at Richmond in a heartbeat. Fuck publishing. Fuck your book. You wanted the comfort of the cinder block walls and the laughter trickling from every room.

You wanted to stay.

“Is it really the end already?” Ted said from the doorway. You jumped from the surprise, and turned to him quickly.

You wiped your tears away frantically, trying to hide your face, but when his soft and knowing smile hit you, it only increased your sadness. He strolled towards you gently, hands in his pockets.

You sucked in a shaking breath before forcing yourself

to speak. “Give or take twenty minutes, but… yeah,” you let out, sputtering out embarrassed chuckles as you did so.

Ted peered down at you. Him and his moustache smiled at you. “Come here,” he said gently, before he encased you in a hug.

You let him hold you, as you laid your head on his shoulder and sniffed away the last of your tears.

“I might be joining you on the goodbye train out of here, too, y’know?” he said, as you pulled away from his embrace. “Oh! You should come and visit Kansas!” You chuckled at the ease in his change of tone. “We’ve got great barbeque, and none of that brown watered monstrosity that you call tea.”

“I love tea,” you croaked, as your voice levelled out and away from a wobbling mess.

“I just don’t get it! Roy said the same thing last night,” Ted whittled on. Your gut lurched at the mention of Roy’s name.

“You saw Roy?” you asked.

“I sure did. He stopped me from getting hit by one of those taxis— sorry, black cabs— last night. And we had a little chat afterwards at my place.”

“How is he?” you asked, trying to keep the desperation from your voice, if that was even possible.

Even just a few days without Roy had you feeling fucking crazy, especially after your drive home earlier in the week.

“He’s doing alright,” Ted’s voice settled. “About tomorrow’s match though, well… we’ll see.”

You nodded in understanding. At the end of the day, it was Roy’s decision whether he wanted to show up or not. You prayed he would, prayed he’d be there to hear you scream your lungs out in the owner’s box for the last time during your placement.

“I’ve got something for you,” Ted said suddenly, before he pulled out something from his pocket. You hovered your hand out for him, and he placed a small, green army man in your palm. “For protection. Just a little goodbye present,” he added, and your heart swelled.

You held it in your fingers, and felt a finality surge through you. You peered up at Ted thankfully. “I’ll miss you,” you said.

“You, too.” Ted smiled. “Now, come on! The guys have something planned for you.”

You followed Ted out of the locker room, sniffing away the last of your tears as you did so. He zoomed ahead as you tried to keep up with him, and turned to the left towards the tunnel towards the pitch. You emerged into the late afternoon light behind Ted, and what met your gaze had your heart in your throat immediately.

The boys stood on the pitch, holding individual signs with letters upon them that spelled out the words– write about us.

Starting from Isaac, all the way to Sam at the other end, those twelve letters burned themselves into your retinas. Behind those boys, the rest of the team cheered. As your last day at AFC Richmond came to its end, you felt more known than you ever had before. Each of these players, and coaches, and crew, knew you so wholeheartedly that you could hardly believe it. Your impact had spread around the stadium off Nelson Road like wildfire.

It only cemented the love you felt for them all. Even if you wanted to, they wouldn’t let you remove yourself from their team after this. You were Richmond till you died, and you had never been happier about something being set in stone.

As the group dispersed, Sam, Colin and Isaac approached you quickly. You let them encase you immediately, ignoring the slight suffocation of knotted limbs and laughing bellies that surrounded all of you. You would have let them smother you to death in a heartbeat. What a wonderful way to die that would be.

“When you go out tonight, you better have enough drinks for all of us, bruv,” Isaac said, as the four of you gently parted.

“I’d be downing a pint with you if it weren’t for Man City tomorrow,” Colin said. “It’s best we get an early night and keep up our strength for the game instead, you know?”

You smiled in understanding. “Don’t worry about me. Whatever happens tomorrow, we’ll be drinking in the pub after the game, anyway.”

Sam placed his hand on your shoulder and squeezed. “I am already looking forward to it.”

You sent a look at each of them in turn, trying to portray just how much you appreciated them, how much you loved them, but you felt like it had to be said in words. You sucked in a deep breath. “I will,” you started, but noticed their confused faces. “Write about you, I mean. There’s already too much of you all within me that I’ll have to get it out on paper sooner or later.”

Colin and Sam smiled like the sun. Isaac’s face scrunched up painfully, until it was clear he was holding back tears in his eyes.

You walked home in the dwindling Spring sun. Down Nelson Road, across Richmond green, past Mae’s pub, and the like– you knew Richmond like the back of your hand now, and had no desire to leave. Lucky for you, you had a feeling you’d land a position at Pluto Press soon, which meant you wouldn’t have to uproot yourself again. You could stay in your flat, stay close to the guys, stay close to Roy–

You cleared your throat abruptly at the thought of the Richmond captain. You hadn’t heard from him in two days, and didn’t know if he was going to show at the game tomorrow. It was none of your business, either, but you still felt a craving to let him know that you were there for him; through thick or thin, despite all the shit between you in the past, and even now. Roy Kent deserved to know how much you loved him, and your time at the stadium that day had only made you all the more nostalgic and emotional.

When you got back to your flat, you quickly opened your laptop and printed out what you had in mind. You were practically jumping by your printer as the ink cascaded over the once blank page, and were bounding out of your door before the words had even dried.

You rushed down your road towards Roy’s house, not even thinking about what you’d do or say if he was at home or opened his door. As the sun began to fully set over your small neighbourhood in Richmond, the fancy houses that you passed seemed to almost loom over you. They cast shadows upon the pavements and empty roads, but you didn’t hesitate as you approached Roy’s driveway.

Gently, you folded up the small piece of paper you’d printed, and placed it on his welcome mat by the front door. Inside, the lights were off, but you still knocked quickly before you turned on your heels and left. You weren’t about to wait around, or call in on him out of the blue– not after his long week. So, you left as soon as your knuckles were done wrapping on his door, and rounded his driveway before he could’ve opened his door and caught you.

Roy saw you leave. Through the windows in his porch, and the large panes of glass that showed off his living room, he saw you approach his home and leave immediately after knocking. Before he could reach his door, you’d already turned the corner of his drive, back towards your building.

The urge was there to shout out, to run after you and acknowledge how today was your final day at the club, but he held himself back. He hadn’t seen you since he’d driven you home, since he’d been feeling everything and nothing at the same time. He didn’t want to face you while he still felt the repercussions of it all, and especially not before the game.

It was selfish, he knew, but you would have stuck around if you’d wanted to see him, too. As he looked out at his driveway, he wondered why you’d even bothered to knock upon his door and leave straight away– until he looked down. On his welcome mat was a small, folded piece of paper. Roy bent down and grabbed it, before he retreated inside, back to the dark.

He didn’t like turning on his lights a lot of the time. It angered him that he had to pay to put on the lights in his home, and it felt even stupider that he needed them when he mostly looked at his phone screen, or the television. They were pointless, most of the time, but as he sat at his dining table, he turned on a lamp to the side of him.

He unfurled the note you’d left him, and as his eyes traced the printed ink– alongside some of your own writing– he found himself smiling.

It was the email from your lecturer, when he’d told you about Roy’s impromptu visit to your university, all those months ago. It felt like it’d been five years, not a little over nine months. Beneath the email, you’d written something short and heartfelt– A reminder of the time that we became friends. Thank you for everything during my time at the club. Whether you play or not tomorrow, I’ll be yelling from the owner’s box for you.

Roy sat back and inhaled deeply. “Fuuuuck,” he whispered. It cemented his decision for tomorrow in a millisecond; he would go, even if he was on the bench. He would go for you.

As you walked to Nelson Road the next day, nerves bubbled in your gut incessantly. This was it, the final hurrah. Richmond’s threat of relegation was imminent, and it was only a matter of time before them and all the fans would witness their downfall. You didn’t even want to think about it, it felt blasphemous, but it was almost impossible not to understand how much this game meant.

Even more so when you thought about Jamie Tartt. This was the first time in a while that he’d been back at Man City, and against his former teammates as a consequence. You knew that Jamie wouldn’t care– he’d go out there and play like he normally did, to an annoyingly good level despite his ego, and wouldn’t think twice about dominating against his old team.

But the guys– they would feel every sting, they would take every hit, and they would be heading outside onto the pitch for an all out battle. You knew it well.

Against your wishes, you chose not to go to the locker room and greet the guys before this game. Instead, you headed for the owner’s box immediately, and found yourself sitting there alone for the first twenty minutes before the pre-game started. You knew that Keeley and Rebecca would be around, but you were almost glad that you got some time to yourself. Just to breathe, to soak it all in, before you got ready to yell for your life.

As the stadium started to fill up, your phone buzzed in your pocket. You fished it out, and when your eyes traced over the message, the butterflies in your stomach seemed to mellow out. It was from Roy.

Still in the owner’s box?

You smiled as you typed your reply, and sent it without any hesitation.

Of course. Still not the caretaker?

Roy smiled at his phone in the locker room, sitting quietly as everyone prepared for the game. He’d just handed off his Captain armband to Isaac McAdoo, and didn’t fully know what he was feeling. Knowing you’d be outside when he stepped upon the pitch was enough at this moment.

Not yet. I’ve still got game in me, even if I am on the fucking bench for this.

It’s too bad. I was hoping to see you rightfully start on Jamie, but this time you’d be on the opposing team. All the more dramatic.

Roy huffed to himself. It was impossible not to feel the comedy in your words as you sent them his way, both over text and in person.

Don’t tempt me. I’ll still fucking do it if I get the chance.

Looking forward to it.

“Alright, fellas!” Ted clapped his hands together. Roy sent one last message, before he put his phone in his bag and out of the way. The boys settled into their pre-match pep talk, and that was that.

You read Roy’s final reply, feeling a warmth that you’d never be able to describe.

See you out there.

Keeley, Rebecca and Higgins joined you soon after. As the minutes whittled down before kick-off, you tried and failed to place yourself in some kind of zen mode. The air was almost too thick, and coupled with the upset you felt about leaving Richmond, you spent the majority of the time until the players emerged trying not to fucking cry.

The atmosphere shifted as soon as the players ran out of the tunnel. You held your breath as they lined up for the anthem, and leaned over the edge of the box so you could see them all better. The unmistakable look of a Captain band was on Isaac’s arm, over Roy’s, and you felt proud of them both. It mustn’t have been an easy decision for Roy to make, but he’d still done it. Isaac must have been feeling nerves ten times what he was used to, but he wore the band with pride.

After the anthem, the teams split up on each side of the pitch. When Roy would usually head to his starting position, he exited off to the sides and headed towards Richmond’s bench. He slipped on a long-sleeve thermal, before he took a few moments to peer around the stadium stands. Richmond’s bench and coaches were right beneath the owner’s box; you had a full view of all the second string players and Ted and Beard alike. Seeing Roy there was like an entirely different feeling– he was closer to you, which you didn’t mind in the slightest.

As Roy peered around the entire stadium, he twisted himself around to land his gaze upon the owner’s box. His eyes found you in seconds, and yours glued onto his in response. You leaned further over the lip of the box, and rested your chin on your knuckles as you looked at him. You smiled. He smiled back. Quickly, you shuffled your hand from beneath your chin and made a simple OK sign with your fingers. Roy chuckled to himself unavoidably, before he gently sent you an OK sign back.

You glanced quickly at the pitch, and the match was about to begin. You stood abruptly, with Roy’s eyes still on you from below. Sucking in a deep breath, you exhaled it alongside your loudest Come on, Richmond! imaginable.

Roy had to turn away to hide his smile. It was colossal as he headed towards the bench and sat down. It didn’t go away until the whistle blew and the game began. He waa going to miss seeing you everyday, but he knew that you would still go to games at the Dogtrack. That should have given him some comfort, but it didn’t. He knew his time was up.

The game started, and you didn’t sit down for the first half in its entirety. Dani scored halfway through the first half, and you erupted when he did. You hugged Rebecca and Keeley like there was no tomorrow, and that early had the team in great spirits for the rest of the half– until it was fucked. A sneak attack had Man City emerge into the box, and with two minutes to go until the whistle blew for halftime, they equalised. You let out a heartfelt “Fuck!” when they did so, and found yourself dropping back into your seat glumly. They’d been so close, but they simply had to hold it together now. You watched silently as the team scuttled back to the locker room for the interval.

Ted had a plan up his sleeve. He had the power of Beard and Nate on his side, and they had the advantage of knowing City’s star player through and through– Jamie Tartt. If he was still the same after he left, then there was a chance that the guys knew how to get to him and mess up his game. It was a longshot, but it was a good place to start.

They needed speed, that was for sure. When Jamie got the ball, it instilled the fear of man into every single person on the opposing team. He was unstoppable, and almost impossible to tackle when he got going. That was the goal– keep the ball as far away from Jamie fucking Tartt as they could.

“We’re so close, guys,” Isaac spoke up suddenly. “Another goal, and we clinch the win. We just have to hold our defence together, you get me?”

“Keep that ball away from Jamie,” Richard said, and nods of agreement rounded the room.

“Exactly right, boys,” Ted joined in. “If we get out there, if we believe, we can do this!” The energy shifted tenfold, and the priorly defeated guys were pumped up once more. “Roy, you’re starting in the next half. I want you back on that pitch,” Ted added finally, before players started trickling out of the locker room.

Roy glanced over at Isaac. Isaac gave him back his Captain armband without a second glance, smacking a hand on Roy’s shoulder warmly before they headed back to the pitch.

Your heart jolted when Roy started in the second half. You knew Ted well enough to know that he wouldn’t bench Roy for the entire game, but it was a surprise when he swapped him out after halftime. It was true that Richmond needed fast players to keep up defensively, and despite Roy being slow now, you knew that he held more in terms of power.

Players were scared of him. He had an anger that always came out on the pitch, one that left players, referees and coaches alike with a similar mindset– do not get on Roy Kent’s bad side, because he will make you pay.

As the second half proceeded, it was anxiety inducing how little things happened. It was a full back and forth, with hardly any opportunities for Richmond or Man City to go for a goal. Both teams had put their defences up tenfold, and neither wanted to risk that and fuck up the rest of their game. It was almost like a stalemate, like a disaster waiting to happen.

As full time approached, you could hardly fucking breathe. You clutched Keeley’s hand tightly as the guys kept up with each other, and simply tried to get through this shit. Jamie hadn’t yet found an opportunity to break through, until there were less than five minutes in it. When he snuck through, you shot up from your seat and screamed.

“Tartt’s going for the box!” you screeched at the top of your lungs, clutching your hand over your heart and crunkling the Richmond shirt that you donned fondly.

The home fans in the crowd rose intensely, as they noticed a player creeping up behind Jamie. Even Arlo and Chris in the commentator box could hardly believe it– Roy was going for Tartt, running at speeds that hadn’t been seen from him for a matter of years. He was stealthy, pumping his arms in perfect harmony with his legs, until he launched himself into a perfect sliding tackle.

You raised your hands to your mouth as he did so, and the ball was knocked from Jamie’s orbit as the two of them dropped to the grass harshly. The cheers for Roy were impossible to block out, and you joined in as soon as you recognised the familiar tune.

He’s here, he’s there, he’s every-fucking-where! Roy Kent! Roy Kent!

You rejoiced with Keeley and Higgins in turn, pumping your arms triumphantly within the owner’s box, until the clock restarted– but that moment didn’t come. Instead, as you laid your eyes back out onto the pitch, Jamie reluctantly stood and shook himself off after that tackle, but Roy…

“He’s not getting up,” Keeley said, confused. “Why isn’t he getting up?”

Your eyes burned as you took in the image of Roy, sprawled on the ground, clutching his kneecap. Something was wrong, and that was plain to see. Your heart skipped a beat in your chest. This couldn’t be it, surely. This couldn’t be the time he wasn’t able to get up and keep playing. Not now.

Sam and Isaac approached him quickly, and huddled around him. The physio was on stand-by, and Ted and Beard were practically chewing off their fingernails in anticipation. Sam helped Roy up slowly, dragging him up from the pitch as he took in the chant that he’d become so accustomed too. It had echoed throughout the Premier League for more than a decade, almost two. He was a household name, respected by footballers, pundits, coaches– you.

Roy limped off the pitch, waving to the crowd in good nature. He would never be wheeled off, or walked off with help, you knew that. Before he fully left for the tunnel, he quickly pulled the Captain band off his arm and passed it to Isaac. The two shared a moment that had your heart bombarding into your throat–

This was it. The moment that Roy had been talking about before. His last day of playing football. With an injury that bad, that had been settling for years and damaged further by overuse of his joints, you didn’t have to be a rheumatologist to know that he was done for. That final tackle had fully fucked his knee.

As he hobbled out of view, you couldn’t bear it any longer. You abruptly stood, and left the owner’s box without a word. Keeley and Rebecca saw you go, but said nothing to stop you. Instead, they shared a look with each other that said a thousand words– you were exactly what Roy needed.

You fast-walked along the corridors of the Dogtrack, descending to the lower levels until you hit the familiar grey concrete floors. You passed by the full size pictures of players on the walls, and ignored the uncomfortable beat of your heart, until you stumbled around the corner to the locker room.

You lingered by the door, and swallowed painfully, before you emerged into the doorway. Roy sat by his cubby. He’d shrugged off his shirt and thrown it on the floor unceremoniously. His right knee was red and already bruising, as he attempted to make himself comfortable. It was no use, though, not alongside the tears in his eyes that were welled so full it was a miracle they hadn’t already dropped down his face.

You stepped into the room gently, and Roy jumped when he saw you. “No one��s allowed back here during a game,” he said bluntly, but the wobble of his words was enough to make your heart subtly crack.

“I won’t tell,” you said gently, trying to diffuse the tension as best as you could. Roy knew you weren’t going to leave, but when goosebumps hit his skin, he flinched further away from you.

“I told you, you have to get out,” he tried again. You only kept up your slow pace towards him. You weren’t going to back away from this, not when he needed you most.

Roy’s aversions to being social, to being emotional, to being vulnerable, scattered all over the floor before you. You ignored them, and continued placing one foot in front of the other, until his attempts to deter you heightened even further.

“I mean it– stay the fuck away from me!”

You stopped when he said that, but still stayed in place. Peering down at Roy softly, you flicked your gaze over his face gently. He looked wounded, in more ways than one. You knew this day would fucking suck for him, and wanted to be there for him desperately. As much as he’d yelled at you to leave, you knew that was the opposite of what he needed.

Slowly, you closed the gap between you. Instead of sitting beside him on the bench, you knelt to the floor before him. At this level, you were practically face to face, and Roy could easily see your intentions. Gently, you reached out and placed your hand on his cheek. Your fingers skimmed his jaw on the way, and his eyes stuttered shut at your touch. He leaned into it, and brought his hand up to cover your own softly.

You shuffled closer to him, placing yourself between his legs, as you leant upon his healthy leg. He let you, and urged you to do so, as he leant further down towards you. Roy’s breaths were shaking as he inhaled and exhaled, and a few tears fell from his closed eyes and splattered upon the concrete floor.

“I don’t know what to fucking say,” Roy croaked painfully, as he opened his eyes and landed his stare upon you.

You peered up at him thoughtfully, and swiped your thumb across his damp cheek, mopping up a few tears unintentionally. “You don’t have to say anything.”

Roy exhaled shakily once more, before he gently dropped his forehead onto your own. They bonked together almost clumsily, but you held each other in place for dear life. “Okay,” he said, trying to calm down. For a moment, he removed his forehead from yours and replaced it with a chaste kiss, just for a second. You shut your eyes as every hair on your body stood up on end, before he replaced his forehead back onto your own. “Thank you,” he said.

As roars sounded from outside, neither of you knew which direction the match had gone in. All you knew was that the other was breathing, and this was something new for both of you. After all this time, being close to Roy didn’t feel shocking, or abrupt, or anything of the sort– it felt normal. The two of you stayed close until his heart had calmed down, and the adrenaline in his body had disappeared enough for his knee to start fucking killing him.

You found an ice pack from the training room, and rushed back to his aid as soon as you could. Then, you sat next to him on the bench silently. He dropped his head onto your shoulder, and you draped your arm around him to fiddle with the hair at the nape of his neck. Roy’s fingers traced your knuckles distractedly, and the two of you stayed like that until the unmistakable echoes of his teammates emerged from the corridor. You didn’t want to move away, neither did he.

As the season and your placement drew to a close, you knew that new things were out there. For you, for Roy, for the rest. Roy knew it too, as he contemplated his options after this injury, and this loss. All he had the energy to rationalise in those moments after the result were you related– would you still be near, would you still give him your time, would you still hold him this close?

As much as he felt your warmth, radiating from every pore and crevice and fingertip and the like, invigorating his flesh and bones and blood and everything that made him, him– he couldn’t help but wonder… would all of this fade alongside this change?

As you laughed alongside his teammates, after their relegation, and his fucked up knee, and Ted’s possible resignation, he found himself smiling about all the good you offered every single person in that room. But, it wasn’t entirely truthful. Roy was afraid. But, he put on a happy face. He held your hand when it felt right, and he let you lean into him during Ted’s post-match talk. He smelled your perfume in wafts and held himself back from looking you directly in the eye, from fear that he’d do something stupid and place his lips upon yours.

Roy Kent had often held himself back, but he didn’t want to do it with you. Not now, not after all the shit that had happened over the past nine months, and the fact that he’d become so used to your presence. But as he sat there, laughing through the pain with his team, and his coach, and you– he knew that want and circumstance were different things.

Sometimes you couldn’t help the way things turned out– and not even you, or Roy, or AFC Richmond, were immune to those sullen twists of fate.

CHAPTER NINE

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yourtouchismidas · 2 years ago

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Can you write a blurb about their first night out as parents? 💕

Their first night out is almost forced out of them. They're are round at Matty's Mum's house and she is holding Gigi and bouncing her and saying, "When do we get this little girl to ourselves then?"

"What do you mean?" Matty says, frowning.

"I mean babysitting, Matthew. Don't you guys want a night off?"

"You'd do that?" You ask.

"I would run away with this sweet cheeked baby if you let me," his Mum says, kissing her squishy face.

Neither of you had really thought about it until the second she said it. Matty pictures you in a slinky dress, hand on your back, leading you into a cab, kissing you under the stars, smoking in the streets like you used to. You picture plates and plates of food, warm restaurant lights, his hand warm on your leg, looking at you from under his curls.

"Whenever you want," Matty says quickly, winking at you.

When the night comes, you're dressed exactly like a figment of Matty's imagination, and he is freshly shaved and ironed and lacing up shoes. You take Gigi over to his Mum's, neither of you saying a word. Matty is holding her, tightly, putting his soft cheek on her fuzzy head. You hold her hand and squeeze it gently.

Outside her front door you both pause.

"I'm scared," you whisper.

"I'm glad you said it," Matty says, and then he pulls you into his chest.

"We've not left her before."

"No," he says.

"It's your Mum though, she's raised two kids."

"One of them was me though."

You laugh.

"Come on," you say, "We have to do this. We can't be those parents."

"But my baby," Matty whines, kissing her head a bunch of times dramatically.

"I know," you say, but then you go closer to him, whisper in his ear, breath tickling his neck, "But don't you wanna have me tonight like you used to?"

"Okay bye Gi, I love you," he says, quickly, laughing. "I'm going to make you a little sister tonight." You slap his chest playfully.

You go out to the Japanese place you went on your first proper night out together, that wasn't just sex. Matty points out the place you sat. What you were wearing. What he was wearing. You shake your head, smiling.

"How do you remember all this?"

He shrugs into his food, "I'm a writer I pay attention."

"You're a good writer," you say.

"Also, you know there is some things like, you don't even have to try to remember?" He says. "Like you don't sit there and think. I need to remember this."

"Yeah," you say. Moments flash through your mind. The two of you smoking out his window one morning, you wearing his T shirt. Seeing him live for the first time. Standing on his set. When he first played you song he wrote you. Seeing your daughter for the first time. When he held her. When he said I love you the first time, that wasn't on stage in front of thousands.

"It was like that," he says, breaking you out your thoughts. "I couldn't help it. You were mesmorising."

Then both your fantasies for the night unfold. Matty touches your leg in the warm restaurant and looks at you from under his curls. You drag on cigarettes so hard, desperately, because you never let yourself have them in front of your daughter, in a dark street. The stars are out and he kisses you under them.

"I love you so much, still," he says, "It's crazy."

You're sitting on the bridge, legs dangling, you feel like teenagers in a tv drama or something. Or a book. A romantic moment that the plot has been working towards.

"Like," he carries on, "I never realised it could feel like this. It made me realise how wrong everything else was. Having something this right."

You lean your head into his shoulder. "I feel the exact same," you say.

What's so amazing, so beautiful, you think, is that yes this is like a climax in a romantic movie, a big kiss, the start of a happily ever after. But in the movie that's where it always ends. You have to imagine the rest. But with this, with him, you get to get up from the bridge and walk home. You get to wake up face in his chest, and make coffee and go and get your daughter together and take her out and feed her and put her to bed together. You get to be his girl, when he is at home and when he is on tour, and talk to him and help him through his emotions. He gets to be yours. You get to fight, and struggle and even hate each other sometimes. But always end up remembering, the first date, in the Japanese restaurant and the warm lighting, and how much of it all you remember without even trying. Then remember why you're together in the first place. And why you want to stay.

That's what you don't get to see in the movie. The rest of it. The life. But with him, you will.

"What you thinking about?" he says, bopping his shoulder gently to move your head and get your attention.

"Nothing," you say, "I just want to stay here a little bit longer. With you."

"Okay," he says, looking at the moon, squeezing your hand.

You want to stay in the romantic moment. The movie moment. And you do. You stay in that moment, knowing the rest of it, the life, is all going to unfold.

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sawyerslvt · 7 months ago

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Two Sides To The Devil - Johnny Slaughter (Episode 5)

Previous Episode ♡ Next Episode iyyaa :) The way I've written Johnny might be a little different. I like to imagine him as someone very passionate, someone who has a hard exterior but super squishy soft interior. So fluff warning? Teeth rotting sweet warning…? I hope you enjoy it <3 Completed series :) Summary: Johnny Slaughter kidnaps you and you wake up in his basement. You negotiate your way out of death by offering to lure in male victims with your beauty. Johnny entertains your desperate offer. He ends up having to protect you and slowly starts to fall in love with his victim, and so do you. Word count: 3,736 Warnings: MDNI, alcoholism, rape, murder, manipulation, rough sex

I slam the door shut in her face, I adore her so much, it makes me hate her guts. I can't see her hurting, and knowing that I'm the one causing it, there is no other solution but to save her from me. I stand by the door with my palms flat on the wooden surface. I hear her dusting herself off and my palms turn into fists as a tear falls from my eyes. I roughly wiped it away, it's ridiculous. I've never let any victim leave before, this could be the end of my family. I almost ruined her the way I ruin everything in my life.

I hear her sobbing and it's making my heart break but im doing her a favor, I can't back off now. I hear her footsteps fade away and for a second I contemplate if I should swing the door open and run after her. Turn her around, kiss her desperately and pull her back inside, trap her with a chain attached to my couch so that she’ll never leave. I can't bring myself to do it and once I couldn't hear her footsteps anymore, I let out a scream that made my own ears bleed. I kick the food that I had put on the floor earlier and it goes flying, hitting the wall and the kitchen counter tops that she had spent hours cleaning.

I look around my shack and see reminders of her everywhere, I hate her. I grab the porcelain plate she was eating from and smash it against the wall. Frustrated and screaming, I grab the pots and pans and throw them all over the room. I pull out the cabinets filled with silverware and more plates and chuck it across the floor. I grab the flowerpots and make sure the dirt spreads everywhere when I throw it towards the stove. No matter how much I mess up my room, nothing was helping. I felt hopeless and in a last attempt to feel something other than shame and hurt, I threw my fist full force though the wooden walls of my shack and broke straight through it like butter.

Feeling defeated I lean my back against the wall I just punctured and slid down to the floor. I let out one last scream before resting my head in my palms. And I just sat there. for hours straight, afraid I had made the biggest mistake of my life.

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I woke up the next morning in the same place where I had broken down last night. I make my way towards the sink to splash some cold water on my face. I need something to keep my mind off her, and I do it the only way I know how. But I had to wait until sundown, everyone was either sleeping or busy at work during this time. I hear someone knocking on my door. The knocks were somewhat gentle but rhythmic, I knew it was sissy. She is being her chipper self but I don't feel like entertaining her right now. I see her holding my breakfast through my window, sometimes she brings me food. I assume she heard my screams last night and this was her way of being there for me. I can’t take it now and just ignore her, hoping she’ll leave. “I made your favorite, Johnny!” I hear her cheery voice yell for me, it does nothing but annoy me. “I don't want to deal with you right now” I say in a monotone voice. I don't have time caring about her feelings right now, I have to get things off my mind.

I see her shadow slowly fade away, holding my plate. I never blew off her like that but I don't feel like seeing anyone right now. I open the fridge and see the sight she would've seen last night, the very sight that made her flinch when I reached out for her. I grab my six-pack of beer and slam the door shut, almost breaking it.

The remainder of the day I sit on the couch drinking beer, one after another. I can't feel my head and it was a perfect temporary solution. You look at the clock hanging on the wall, ‘9:47 PM’... perfect. I'm no lightweight. I handle alcohol very well and I stood up without any problems. I tuck my knife into my jeans and exit the shack

I get in my car and light my cigarette. I turn on the ignition and find myself looking to my right. She was sitting right there… i carried her fragile body in my arms, i made sure to carry her extra careful. She felt like a porcelain doll, one wrong move could break her and it was my responsibility to make sure she stayed whole. I turn my head back towards the windshield and put my right arm behind the passenger headrest to back up the car out of the driveway.

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I enter the same bar I met her in. I stand by the entrance scanning the room for her, she’s not here. I take a seat by the bar and order a whisky. I look straight ahead in the mirror and see my own reflection. My usual clean shaven face, now had short stubs of hair, my hair unkempt, i don't even recognise myself. My whiskey arrives, I lift it to my lips and before I set down the glass. A woman caught my attention in the reflection, she looks like her. I continue staring, trying to confirm whether or not it could actually be her. It wasn't… but it was good enough.

I finish my whisky in one big gulp, wipe off some of the alcohol off my mouth and turn around to head her way. She has the same long black hair, similar body, her laugh was different and her eyes carried some resemblance. Who am I kidding? they were barely comparable. No other sets of eyes in the world could make you feel the way hers did. You walk up to her, not breaking the gaze you had on her.

“Hey there darlin’ I thought you were mighty fine, fancy a dance?” My voice is low, i know how girls are. They won't respond well to insinuations of intimacy right away, you had to ease them into it. She blushes and looks over to her two friends, asking for permission to leave. They giggle as a response and seem happy i approached them. She stretched out her hand. “Why, if you insist” she looks at me with lust filled eyes, it was too easy. “I do” i simply say and grab her stretched out hand to lead her to the dance floor. The dance floor had a couple of people dancing, some friends and some lovers. There were enough people to have us swallowed into the crowd.

I looked into her eyes and I was right. It doesn't feel like her, the closer you get to her, it doesn't smell like her, it doesn't look like her. I pull myself together and put both my hands on her waist swaying to the music. It was a calm song, one made for people to fall in love. I see a glint of hope in her eyes, thinking she might have found the one for her. I will be the one to watch it fade away as I slide my knife deep inside her, watch the sparks die, and take her with them. “I've never met a girl as beautiful as you ma’am”, I lie, she blushes looking to the ground to hide it. I couldn't take looking at her any longer.

I pull her in and rest my chin on her head, holding her to my body. I close my eyes and imagine her, imagine her in my arms. I remember the way she felt when I held her as she cried. I had sworn to keep my doll whole, but I broke her. I didn't deserve to have her. It was good that she was gone. I feel the nameless woman’s head turn to her side, listening to my broken heart. I pull away, “can i kiss you darlin’?” I look down on her with a tilted head and a small smirk growing on my face.

She glides her hands to my shoulders and without a word, leans in for a kiss. Her lips feel soft but not softer, I feel her tongue trying to invade my mouth and I reluctantly invite it in. Imagining her, I pull her closer by the waist and the kiss gets passionate, I see her now. I take turns sucking on her bottom and top lip as we rotate our heads to have our kiss get deep and personal. I see her, and slide my hands down to her hips, pulling them closer to mine. I see her, as I groan inside her mouth, letting my tongue mix together with hers. I hear the woman moan and I get stripped away from my fantasy and placed right back into reality.

I pull away, “wanna keep me company tonight?” I’m breathless due to the intensity of the kiss. “I would love to” she looks up at me with eyes filled with lust, she looks like she's about to burst. I grab her by the hand and lead her out of the bar. She stumbles after me and I see her friends winking and giggling towards her, she does the same… if they only knew. I get in my driver seat and she looks slightly offended due to me not opening the passenger door for her, but she gets in nonetheless as i turn the key.

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We exit the car and I grab her wrist, dragging her along. We walk down the hill and to our right is my shed. Once we enter the door she immediately pushes me up against the wall, putting her hands around my neck and kissing me passionately. I return the kiss and pick her up to throw her onto the couch. I take off my shirt and she bites her lip looking at my build, women tend to appreciate my body. I unbuckle my belt and prepare myself to be deep inside her. She positions herself in front of my crotch and I pull my jeans down, to step out of them, and reveal my hard cock underneath my boxers. I see her eyes widen at the size of me and she puts her hands over my bulge.

She pulls my boxers down and starts stroking my shaft looking into my eyes. I can't take looking into her eyes. “Open your mouth” I demand coldly, she obeys, and I thrust my cock deep inside her mouth, not allowing her to get a taste of me. I thrust into her at a brutal pace and made sure to hit the back of her throat with every thrust. I hear her gurgling and choking on her saliva. When she gets red, I pull my cock out to hear her gasping for air but before she gets spoiled with too much freedom, i push myself back in. I hear her moaning for more and her saliva is dripping off my dick. I let out a deep groan, it felt good to think about something else.

I pull my cock out of her mouth for the last time. “Turn around” my voice is deep and she gives me rapid nods as a response. She turns around and her black hair falls down her spine, it looks just like hers, it was perfect. “Raise your hands” my voice stays the same, she lifts her arms above her head and I take off her shirt, she doesn't have a bra… what a slut. I push her head into the couch and stand by the edge. The couch didn't have any armrests so I could just stand and have perfect access to her pussy. With her face down, and ass up, I stare at her. I pull down her jean shorts and panties at the same time. I swirl my right hand around her long hair and grip onto it tight, making her neck jerk backwards. I line my dripping dick with her entrance and without warning, I force my cock deep inside her. She lets out a loud moan, bordering on a scream. I was too big for her, she couldn't adjust to my full length. I don't give her any time. I pull it out slowly. And with only my tip still inside her, I trust back in again, this time getting further in. I feel her walls lubing up and I start thrusting at a harder and steadier pace.

I pull her hair closer to me, when her back couldn’t arch any more, I meet her halfway and bring my mouth to her ears, grunting like an animal with every thrust. Her moans are loud, “Fuck! Don’t stop” she screams. I thrust harder trying to get her to shut up. I don't want to hear her. I close my eyes and pull her hair harder while keeping my left hand on the edge of the couch, keeping stable and delivering steady thrusts. With my eyes closed, I imagine what she would feel like. Fuck! The whole point of this was to forget her, keep my mind off her, but here I am. I try enjoying myself again but there is no point to it anymore. I straighten myself back up, my thrusts getting lazier. She moans in annoyance at my lackluster pace, I knew she was close to finishing, I won’t let her finish.

I look to my right and on the shelf, I had placed my knife. I grab it with my left hand. She tries to look behind her but before she gets a glimpse of the knife, I fulfill her wishes and shove my cock into her with full force, one last time. She let out another scream and her voice cracked in the middle of it due to the suddenness. “Look at me” I untwist my hand from her hair and let it go, letting her turn around at her own pace.

I handed my knife from my left hand to my right and before she fully realized what was happening, I lunged towards her topless body, knocking both of us to the surface of the couch. I lay over her with my knife grazing her throat. She freezes, her eyes are looking at the knife without moving her head, scared that if she moves, i’ll slice. Her breaths get short and quick, she doesn't know what to do. I live for the terror in her eyes. Her fear makes my cock harder and with my left hand I guide my cock back into her entrance.

I force my cock back into her wet pussy, the knife still over her throat. My thrusts get rougher, making the knife slice her neck, drawing blood. She feels it and tears are starting to stream down from her eyes. Her tears only get me harder and it’s as if they make something click in me, making my thrusts more hungry, wild and animalistic. This was the feeling I needed, the high I got from my victims, nothing felt as good as this.

I'm about to cum, trying to hold back to make it last longer. But I couldn't take it anymore. I look into her tearfilled, terrified eyes and lift my right hard, holding the knife, to my left ear to create some space before I wind up and let the knife take over, slicing her throat open. I hear her gurgling and watch as the light fades from her eyes. I allow myself to release inside her, letting out a loud grunt. I feel my cum fill her up and I slowly pull out, seeing my cum drip out of her already wet cunt.

I walk over to the fridge, open it and grab another six-pack of beer. I drag her lifeless body from the couch, to the floor, and it makes a thud sound. I sit on the couch, crack open the beer and take a big chug from it. I needed to visit the shop tomorrow morning, this was the last of my beer and I couldn't run out in a time like this. The high of my kill had already worn down and I'm left thinking about her again. You squeeze the half full beer can and throw it at your boarded up window above the stove, while letting out a scream. “FUCK!”, no matter what I do, my mind is still stuck in the same place.

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It's been three weeks and I've rarely left my shack, other than to grab more beer. But they don't cut it anymore and I find myself bringing home stronger alcohol. It works, and the temporary buzz gets my mind off things. Every now and then, i go to the bar where i first met her and lure in more victims to fuck and kill but they dont mean anything. It's all a blur, the days are blending in together. Half the time I don't even know if it's daytime or night.

Sissy knows I'm acting differently and she’s the one who's been bringing me food. It started with only breakfast but when she noticed I wouldn't show up for lunch or dinner, she eventually started bringing all meals to me. My mom is always away, I haven't seen her in months. Sissy stays at the house, usually we’re all at the family house but when she noticed my odd behavior she's been staying at Nancy's, keeping an eye on me in my shed and taking care of me.

I’m listening to the radio, there's not much else to do in this tight space. I hear sissy’s familiar knocks on the door, “wakey wakey, eggs and bakey!”. It's 10 AM and she never fails to be in her best mood, regardless of how i treat her. I feel bad for blowing her off that one time and I've come to realize, she's doing no harm and she's the only person caring for me. It wouldn't be fair to treat her wrong.

I walk over to the door to unlatch and open it for her. She greets me with a warm smile and stretches out the plate with both her hands, waiting for me to grab it. “Thank you sis” I blurted out, slurring on my words from how drunk I am. “Don't mention it sugar… but I was wonderin’...” she pauses and looks at me with her head tilted, she's wearing a frown and I look into her worry filled eyes. She only really calls bubba ‘sugar’, I can tell she is doing her best to be gentle with me. I look at her, allowing her to ask her question, she was asking for permission. “I was wonderin’ how you're holdin’ up. You know I'm awfully worried about you”.

My heart aches for her. Even when we hate, tease and annoy each other, she’s always been the most caring one in the family. I would never tell her, but I appreciate her more than she’ll ever know. “I'm fine sis, dont worry about me” I look down avoiding eye contact. "Bullshit!" she pushes past me, putting my plate of food on the kitchen counter and pointing towards the feet of my couch. “Look at this mess Johnny! You're drowning in beer bottles, don't you dare push me away!” her voice is loud and demanding, she's begging me for an answer, looking at me with the same worry filled but now, sad, eyes. “Stop acting crazy sissy, I can't deal with it right now!” my voice is getting progressively more annoyed. “Don't you call me crazy! You've been saying that for the past three weeks” she pauses and paces back and forth from the counter to the couch. “Please Johnny, talk to me. I have to go back to the house, Drayton is asking for me and I can't hold him off any longer. You’ll be left alone”, her voice weakening.

I sigh, the buzz forcing vulnerability upon me. I close the door and sit on the couch. She’s standing with her arms crossed, giving me time and letting me speak on my terms, at my own pace. “I let a victim escape” I have my elbows resting on my knees and my head is looking at the beer bottles around my ankles. She lets a sharp inhale escape her mouth, her arms falling to her sides. “What do you mean you ‘let’ a victim escape?” Her voice is strict. “I couldn't bring myself to kill her”. I listen to myself admitting it. I've dreaded confirming that fact, but that's exactly what it was… a fact. I've never had a problem killing a single person, not even Maria. But after Maria, I started seeing more flaws in my family and our way of living. I couldn't help but think about what life would look like if I was someone else.

Sissy lets herself absorb my admission. Her face softens. “Oh, Johnny…” she searches for the right words and although she’s always been caring, words have never been her strong suit. She looks at me and is clueless as to what she could say to make me feel better. “I don't know what to do”, I admit, giving her more time to react. She sits next to me on the couch and places a hand on my back. “It's alright sugar, don't beat yourself up over it. What's done is done. I want to see my old Johnny again” she gives me an understanding smile. I nod as a way of saying ‘thank you’ and she returns one back to me.

She stands up and grabs my wrists with her in order to make me stand up. “You’re gonna help me with dinner tonight at the house” she smiles at me and I have no reason to reject her. I follow her out of my shack, lock it behind me and head inside Nancy’s house alongside sissy.

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The Babysitter - Day 6

Summary: You and Jason head to the shelter to play with the kiddos.

Theif!Reader x The Red Hood

Warnings: SMUT 18+, chocking, breath play, size kink, praise, deg, swearing, kids.

“Eggies, Eggies, Eggies for big strong me. Big strong men need to eat all the eggies and make them stronger," you sing to yourself as you fry your scrambled eggs in the pan, your ass swishing as you sing into your spatula trying very hard not to focus on what happened yesterday but the more you seem to try and distract yourself the more Red pops into your head.

Yesterday was something else, it felt different, more intimate than any other encounters you've ever had. Like someone was actually seeing you for the first time and fuck, were you seeing him all sharp edges and pointed looks until you got him naked, then you saw his soft stomach, those gorgeous squishy thighs, his touch that was gentle while still being firm, fuck. What is he doing to you?

Rolling your eyes at yourself, you keep scrambling the eggs, your mind wandering to yesterday. You barely left your bed, instead choosing to spend day getting to know each other better, well… at the very least you got to know each others bodies better. Shit, it was one of the best days you’ve had in a while, definitely a rest day if you ever had one. You didn't even fight, choosing instead to forgo most words, just a whole bunch of soft gooey words that never seemed to end and seemed to be fueled by the lust lacing the stuffy air of your room.

When you woke up early and Red was snoring like a trooper, you figured it would be nice to repay him for all those times he made you cum, "gonna take little presents and give em all to the kiddies,” you continue to sing, not hearing the sounds down the hall, “but first gotta make these eggs!"

"G'mornin," Jason says, his eyes still full of sleep as he runs his hands through his tangled curls. The loud scratchy noise of your singing had woken him and he had to come and check that it was a cute a picture as he imagined and he was right, fucking adorable. Shit, after yesterday all he wants to do is drag you back to bed, to spend all day making you cum again even if his cock is aching and his muscles are sore, like he went two rounds with Killer Croc. He leans on the door frame, watching you stare back at him, your tank top and panties combo doing fuck all to deter him from reaching out to you,, "what are you up to so early in the morning?" he asks, crossing his arms and tilting his head to the side with a wide smile on his face.

"Making breakfast," you gesture obviously to the pan full of eggs, taking a sip of your coffee, “pots over there if you want some.”

"Do you even eat eggs?"

"No, but I noticed you bought some." You turn towards him with a worried expression on your face, "do - Do you not like eggs? Because I can make something else,” you move hurriedly pulling the pan from the stove and sitting it on the sink, “well not a lot. But I could make hash browns or there's some yogurt. I could make muesli and yogurt and I’d offer toast but I think the breads gone bad. Do people not like eggs anymore? I thought everyone liked eggs, shit I-"

"Eggs are fine,” he stops you mid ramble, his arms holding your face close to his chest. “I appreciate the gesture,” Reds fingers graze along your spine in a soothing stream, “Thank you,"

"Good, because honestly, this is as fancy as I can do,” you smile up at him, “Wanna grab a plate?”

“Yeah, just need one more thing,” his fingers climb up your spine, brushing against your jaw and tilting your head up, his lips gently brushing over yours, “Good girl, do I get a plate for my eggs?”

“Since you asked, no,” you laugh, deliberately pulling out a bowl and emptying the eggs into it, before plopping it down in front of him, “Here ya go,” Jason stares down at the bowl of definitely over cooked eggs. Enjoying the proud smile on your face and he can’t help but smile back.

"Thanks." He tucks in, he's eaten worse but shit it could use some salt or pepper or even just less time on the heat. But he doesn't want to appear ungrateful or to piss you off so quickly after you’ve been so nice as to make him breakfast, so he eats them without complaint.

“Are you coming to the shelter with me? Or am I chill to go alone,” you ask grabbing a tub of yogurt and relishing at the fresh taste of the coconut as you lean on the opposite side of the counter, “Because, like I totally get if you don't want to come and I promise try my best to stay outa trouble. Not like it’ll be hard, how much trouble can one woman and a whole army of kids even get into.”

“Knowing you,” he takes a sip of his coffee, “a lot. What time are we leaving?”

“Patsy! I'm here!” You shout over the crowd of kids who are currently wrestling each other for the best treats on the large table Patsy set out. You recognise more faces than you wish you did, but some of them look meatier than last time and that's something at least.

“Indeed you are,” Patsy says as she approaches you with a large equipment bag in her hand, “and I see you've brought your friend back.”

“Yeah, I hope that's ok. Figured we'd need the help and I just know the kidlets are going to love him. Are Janie and Laurie here yet?”

“They're waiting for you outside.”

“Yo! You came back!” Tom and Keely shout, tugging on your hands, “Can you show us-” their eyes finally notice Pasty standing behind you, “how to apply for tax relief,” they cover poorly.

“Yeah little dudes,” you muff their hair, “maybe my friend can show you how to write a cover letter,” you wink down at them and they bounce up, high fiving each other while glaring at Jason who sticks his tongue out at them, making them laugh.

“Would you mind if I spoke to your friend before you both take the kids out to play?” Pasty interrupts, shooing the children away.

“Yes, sure thing I've got some things to do first anyway,” you smile genuinely, adjusting the heavy bag on your back as you head into the storage room where all the bags for the kids are kept.

“Hi Pats been a while,” Jason says, certain that he’s going to have the worst dressing down he’s gotten since the time Alfred caught him eating the parfait he made for Tim's birthday, alone at midnight.

“Mr Todd, it’s been a long time. I had hoped for longer, but I’ve never been lucky.”

“Yeah,” he scrubs the back of his neck nervously, “Ah, sorry about that,” his eyes search the hall, where had you gotten too, he sees a door near the back swing shut. “nearly 10 years I'd guess.”

“Longer than that dear, but it's very nice to see you.” she tilts her head, seeming to take in just how much he’s grown, “I just hope you’re not here to cause a ruckus like you did the last time you graced my door.”

“Oh, yeah. I'm sorry about that Pats. Boomer he just-”

“I know exactly what he is, Mr Todd, but we are here to help everyone. Can you assure me you are not going to cause any issues today?”

“Best behaviour.”

“Good. Now go find your friend, she means well but trouble seems to follow her around,” Patsy peers around the room, noticing the kids starting to get rowdy, “and keep those kids out of my hair while I prepare lunch.”

“Can do.”

“What you doing there trouble maker?” Jason asks, eyeing your hand in one of the backpacks. He has to put his hand over his mouth to cover the laugh at the tiny jump you made when he shocks you.

“Don’t sneak up on women!” you snap back, “I’m not doing anything,” you quickly pull your hand back, an annoyed expression on your face until you register who the voice belongs to, “oh, just you,” you pull out a bag of jerky and hide it in the next backpack, “I'm just leaving the kidlets some treats. I know it can be hard out there and sometimes finding a little treasure can help.”

“That's very sweet of you,” he kneels down to your level, “can I help? Because pats wants us to take them outside.”

“Yeah, that’ll be quicker,” you hand him a bunch of things, “the kids' names and ages are on the bag. Do you think you can figure out what's appropriate?”

“Did you buy all this stuff?” He asks, looking at the miscellaneous items in his hands.

“I think we already know the answer to that,” you smile as he shakes his head at you, “now get to work I reckon we got 2 minutes before she comes looking for us.”

“Ollie pass me the ball,” you shout to the young kid, “quick I'm open.” Ollie ignores you, instead passing it to Red, “Oi! Ollie! I thought we were friends?”

“He’s bigger,” the boy shrugs.

“Take a shot Ollie,” Red winks, “You got it, go for it,” he encourages him, passing the ball back. Ollie takes the shot from the 3 point line and cheers as it goes through the hoop. “Yeah dude, good job,” Red praises him, picking him up and spinning him around fast and you notice all the kids looking on in envy as Ollie giggles like a mad man.

“Who wants to go next?” you ask, bouncing the ball between your legs.

“Me me!” Sophie yells, running around you in a speedy little circle, “I wanna go!”

“Ok Soph, here ya go!” you wink at the little girl, “Can I be on your team?”

“No, I want him!” she points at Red and you can’t blame her, “He's so big, well totally win,” she smiles her toothy smile at him and his heart almost melts at how adorable she is.

“Ask him then.”

“Umm, will you be on the my team?”

“How about we have one last game, because I can smell lunch. You guys just pick who’s team you wanna be on.”

“Ok!” The kids all shout in unison running over to stand behind you and Red. He's so good with them, so good in fact that he's been carrying Janie around on his back and you’ve never seen her smile more.

With you teams set you start to play the kids running amok trying to make their way around Jason legs as he passes to one of the smaller ones, “go on ray shoot,” he encourages the small boy.

“Too high, I'll miss.”

“Easy fix,” Jason hoists the boy up, practically holding him at the hoop while the boy tosses it through, “good job buddy.”

“Lunch!” Pasty calls through the door and like a flood the kids wash past you almost getting tangled in your legs.

“1 on 1,” Jason suggests, he just needs to have you to himself for just a moment longer. The kids were great, but the real joy was seeing how happy you were playing with them and the sheer joy.

“Think you can beat me without chucking anyone around, Macho man?”

“Know I can.” he steps up to you, his chest pressing into your back and his head towering over you.

“You're really good with them,” you comment, sticking your ass out in an attempt to push him back.

“So are you,” he swipes the ball from you, his hand slapping your ass as he moves, shooting and scoring in one go, “they're good kids.”

“Yeah, they deserve some time, just to be kids,” you sigh, “they never get that, well they do more now than before. You really are- hmmf.” You're cut off by his lips pressing into yours, his arms wrapping around your middle and hoisting you up so your legs circling his waist and the bag falls to the ground with a thud.

“I’ve waiting to do that all day,” He steps you back until your back hits the wall of the building, “the fuck are you doing to me?”

“Nothing you're not doing to me,” you hold his huge head in your hands bringing him in for another kiss, “we should go inside though.”

“Just a little more,” his hands grip your ass, grinding your pussy onto his gorging cock, “I just need-” his full body pushes you flush against the wall whole you make out. Not noticing the tiny faces all pressed to the windows watching you and giggling.

“I'm fucking pooped,” you breath as you unlock the door to your apartment and nearly collapse onto the floor.

“Yeah, those kids are cute, but exhausting.”

“Very, but I still got some energy.” you stare at the stream of sweat running all the way down to his pretty fucking ass, “I feel hyped up from all the sugar we ate and maybe like I could fight a dragon.”

“Is this your annoying way of telling me you wanna fight?” He leans over closer to you, his voice low on your ear, “Because I’ll fight you any day, trouble maker.”

“What should be fight about?”

“Do we need a reason? You’ve yet to have one before.”

“And if I win?”

“What do you want?”

“I wanna know your name Red, you're real name.”

“and if I win?”

“Whatever you want,” you agree, not really understanding what you're promising.

“Done, shake on it,” he laughs when you raise your hand to your mouth spitting on it before presenting it to him, “spit shake it is,” he does the same.

“You ready trouble maker?” He pulls you close, bending down so his nose grazes yours.

“Ready to win,” you smirk, quickly pulling your hand from his and slapping him across the face before you turn on your heel and launch yourself behind the couch,

“It doesn't count if you cheat!” He yells, lunging after you, his huge body making it harder for him to maneuver around the tiny space.

“Sure it does, just means I'm crafty,” you taunt him, poking your tongue out as you chuck a cushion at his face.

“You better hope I don't catch you,” He throws the cushion back with force, knocking you back on your heels as he jumps over the couch to stand over you. You scramble back, managing to put some distance between you while he watches, his eyes fixated on your bare legs to notice what you're doing.

You kick up, flipping and landing a blow on one of his massive shoulders, hurting yourself more than him, “Hey rude! Stop being so hard! You hurt my foot!” You protest, clambering to your feet, and you swipe his leg with yours but again, the impact seems to clash your ankle, “no fair, you're the one cheating.”

“Oh,” his tone pitying, his huge body towering over you and making you feel so small as you start to back up, “my little trouble maker,” he stalks towards you, his eyes lowered and hungry, “you got me,” he laughs deep and sinful, “but I'm just so much bigger than you,” your back hits the kitchen counter, and you try to hold onto it, your hands reaching out for anything that could possibly injure him, “and so much stronger,” his hand snaps out grabbing a hold of your hair and tilting your neck back, “it's hopeless for you to fight me,” his other massive hand wraps around your throat, lifting you by the jaw and bringing your lips to his, “I got you,” his breaths into your kiss, “tell me that I won.”

“You win,” already panting at how he's holding you, your feet dangling in the air, “take whatever you want,” you try to suck in a breath.

“I plan to,” Jason sits you on the counter when he notices your pretty face start to go red, “you going to be good for me?”

“No.”

“Perfect, that's what I want, my bad girl,” he rips at your clothes leaving them on tatters on the kitchen floor, “be bad for me.”

“Fuck you,” you kick at his thigh, not hard enough for it to hurt you, more like a tap really but it has the desired effect.

“Fuck me? Really? Your pussy certainly wants me to,” he jokes as his fingers swipe through you,

“You did this to me, you wrecked me. I'm so broken and it's all ya fault.”

“You still talking? Oh, you really are being bad today aren't you?” His thumb circles your clit as his fingers slip inside you, “And after you were such a good girl for me yesterday.”

“Yes, I'll never stop. You think just because you're some macho, fucking asshole you can intimidate people into doing what you want, well fuck you. Fuck your stupid hair and fuck your dumb jacket.”

“Mouthy,” he fucks his fingers hard into you, “little, bitch,” he presses his hand over your mouth, “I want no more cheek outa you and when you feel like you can behave I'll let you breath again.”

You dig your nails into his back in response, dragging them down and leaving claw marks in their wake. Your teeth gnash out to try and take a bite of his palm, but he clues into what you're doing, pulling his fingers from you to slap them into your clit.

“Bad girl, such a bad, trouble making,” he slaps you again, his fingers grazing inside you, teasing and torturing you all at once and you feel like your eyes are going to pop outa your head with how tightly he is gripping your face, “little slut, you're going to come on my fucking fingers without making a single noise,” he slaps you again and you can feel his hard cock pressing into your thigh, when did he take his pants off? Fuck who cares?

You feel the pleasure building and building inside you, your legs shaking around him as your back arches and you press your pussy further down on him and grind out your pleasure. Red keeps slapping your clit, each one sending you more and more insane. Your screams grow louder and louder, muffled by the sure grip Red has on your face. Your pussy goes from sensitive to tingling, shattering, your cum soaking Reds fingers, leaving you shaking on the kitchen counter.

“Good girl,” sweet kiss falls onto your clit, “taste so good, but I want my prize.” He grabs your legs, hooking them around his waist, “and I know my prize is in here, can I take it?” He asks, releasing your mouth, his fingers moving to grasp at your tits and toy with your nipples. Fuck he wants to hear you scream fro him, but he's going to get that now, he's going to take what he wants from your pretty body and fuck, you’re going to give it to him.

“Yes, take it. Fuck, you've already ruined me what the fuck else could you do?”

“Hmm, I do love surprising people,” his hard cock slips through your sensitive pussy making your whole body shiver and quake. He wants so badly to tease you to draw it out like he had done over and over and over yesterday, but he can’t wait any longer. Your pussy envelops him, your walls already clenching and clutching him, sucking him in further and deeper until he's right inside all of your guts. “Fuck, you're so full of me, my bad girl, you going to take all that I give you?”

“Yes, Red,” you push down, trying to get some movement going when his hand pushes down on your lower stomach.

“Still, for now,” he pulls back slamming into you, “I wanna fuck you so hard and I want you to take it for me, do you think you can do that?”

“A huh I can, I can take all of it.”

“Good girl,” he fucks into you so hard, your face contorting with so much pleasure he can hardly believe how lucky he is that your letting him do this to you again and again.More than that you like it, love it even, he presses hard with his hand and you make a face like you've just seen God so he does it again and again and again until your pussy is clenched so tight around him convulsing like music at at rave and it takes all his willpower not to let go.

He slows down allowing you to catch your breath before he picks you up, his strong hands gripping tightly on your ass, those strong biceps almost like a fucking seat for you when he flexes his cock inside ot you. “Where we going?” You ask, as you cling to him not wanting his cock to fall out of you when you're so sensitive

“No where, I'm gunna fuck you right here,” his fingers dig into your ass as his nose nudges at your neck, “you ever been fucked standing up trouble maker?”

“Yes,” you admit, knowing that he'd be able to tell if you lied and not really having the energy to give a fuck when he moves his hips and hits so deep inside you.

“Not like this you haven't,” with an ease only someone as massive as Red could have he lifts your hips before slamming you down on his cock, “wanna know what mg prize is trouble maker?”

“Yeah, I told you whatever you want.”

“I want you to scream my name while I fuck you.”

“Red,” you pants, you voice so lust filled as he licks at your neck and his breathe fills your ears, “Red this is so fucking hot.”

“No,” he bites down onto your pulse point, “my name is Jason,” he somehow fucks you even harder as you grind down onto him.

“Jason,” you test the word on your lips on a whisper. It feels weird like somehow not grand or scary enough for such a man.

“Please say it again,” he begs his fingers growing tighter as his legs start to shake,

“Jason,” you repeat, your clit hitting right on his stomach making you moan even louder.

“Fucking hell, I can’t-” he moves bending you over the counter with his hand on the back of your throat pushing your cheek into the cold marble, “keep saying it my little trouble maker.”

“Jaassson, I'm so close.”

“Good girl, Cum on me and I’ll fill you up.”

“Yes, fuck Ja- yes- please please please,” you explode with Jason's name on your lips and his cum flooding you. You let out a huge breath before you collapse into a lifeless husk of a woman on the counter.

“You did such a good job for me,” he litters kisses onto your back, “took it so good my trouble maker,” another kiss while his hands caresses your ass, “do you need anything?”

“Cuddle please,”

“Easy done,” he pulls out of you, scooping you up in his arms and carrying you to your couch, laying you down on top of him.

“Can I tell you a secret?” you whisper, your hands tucked under your cheek as you start to drift off.

“I love secrets, lay it on me.”

“Before you, before the Red hood, those kids, they were fighting for their lives but after you took over,” you yawn, “they feel safer, like do you know how much they worship you?” your hand starts to toy with the hair on his chest, your voice almost a whisper, “You wanna know why I didn’t shoot you when you broke into here?”

“Because you have crap aim?”

“No!” you tug gently on his curls, smiling when he winces, “because I know how quickly this city can go back to being a shit show and even if some people don't agree with your methods, those kids are proof that it works.”

“Thanks trouble maker, I try my worst.”

“Jason,” you look up at him, his eyes almost glazed over, “Thanks for trusting me with your secret.”

“If you tell anyone I’ll kill you.” he jokes, peppering kisses into your hair.

“You could fucking try.”

The Last Day

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cosmica-galaxy · 2 years ago

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could you do some Fake Peppino x a fem Y/N?

asking for a friend 😳

Ayo, can you send your friend over here so I can talk to them? /lh /j

Have a domestic work morning with Fakey Boi!

The sound of your alarm blaring wakes you out of your slumber and you find yourself slamming your hand down onto the noisy device in an attempt to silence it.

Groaning when it finally stops, you pull the covers away from your head. Revealing your messy hair and disgruntled expression to the world as you sigh in frustration.

Upon laying there dozing for a few minutes, you take notice of the secondary presence laying on your bed. You already knew who it was as you wordlessly smiled and turned over in the sheets, wrapping your arms around a familiar squishy midsection. You hear a familiar "mrrp" come from your lanky companion who was laying beside you in response to being hugged by you.

You snuggle into the soft midsection as familiar purring starts up just underneath your head and you let out a comforted sigh as two familiar hands press into your back. Locking you in a lazy embrace.

"Morning, Peppy..." You yawn, getting a slow and grumbling distorted response from the creature laying on the bed. His version of a "good morning".

You both lay there silently and embrace one another before you let out a sigh.

"Well. Time to start the normal routine all over again. It's Monday after all. Come on...we gotta get up, Peppy." You yawn once more, slinking out of Peppy's embrace as you sit up, ignoring the way he whines in an upset manner.

You sling your lower half off the bed and you stretch before standing up completely. Looking over your shoulder, you can see Fake Peppino stretching as well, letting out a large yawn of his own before his expression focuses on you and the semi-permanent smile returns. Seemingly unaware of the fact that his tongue is hanging out slightly. You couldn't help but giggle a bit in response to his expression.

Now, your shared routine begins.

You get up and head to the bathroom to clean up and get ready for the day while Fake Peppino topples out of your shared bed, like he does every morning, before striding off to get you some breakfast ready before you head off to work.

You brush your teeth, go to the bathroom, wash your face, and get your uniform on while the aroma of something cooking fills your home. It was certainly an improvement to when you lived alone...you couldn’t imagine going back to a work schedule where you had to go to work without eating breakfast.

You slip on a familiar work outfit that you have worn numerous times before effortlessly, it was almost scarily automatic at this point. But once you were ready, you headed into the kitchen, where your tall housemate was.

Fake Peppino's lanky form walks around your kitchen with ease as his malleable arms and legs bend and stretch across it with grace. It was almost hypnotic in the way he moved from one place to another so quickly. He then notices you taking a seat at the table and smiles widely at you and gives you a wave. You smile and wave to him in return as he collects your breakfast.

"So...what's on the menu this morning, Peppy?" You say as the clone in question pours you a glass of your favorite drink.

"Setelemo! (Omelets!)" He replies happily, placing a freshly made omelet down in front of you.

"Oh, wow! Thank you so much, Peppy!" You grin as you scratch his chin lovingly, enticing a series of purrs to come from his throat. "Remember to get you some breakfast too! You have to be at Peppino's in 2 hours!"

He nods before he turns back to the stove. Allowing you to calmly eat your food and both of you made small talk about what was on the agenda for this week.

Once breakfast is concluded and you’ve eaten, you take a peek at the time and let out a huff.

"Well...sadly, it's time for me to get to work. I'll be back home at my usual time...if they don't keep me for an overtime shift again." You sigh as you stand up and fetch the keys to your car.

Fake Peppino whines as he hurries over and places his long arms around you, causing you to let out a series of laughs. Patting his flexible arms gently, you turn to him and give him a hug, which he returns.

"Aww...don't worry, big guy! I'll be back soon! Someone has to pay for all these nice things after all! But, hey! At least you came free! Heeheehee!" You giggle as Fake Peppino gives you a couple of gentle licks before releasing you.

"Have a good day, Peppy! I'll see you when I get home!" You finish as you open the door and wave goodbye, trying to resist the puppy-dog look he was giving you, but you waggle your finger at him before you head out the door.

Some people may find your current living predicament strange.

A creature that's the clone of a local pizza-maker and is mixed with partial animal DNA is currently living under your roof and sleeping in your bed...but you wouldn't change a thing.

You love your tall goopy housemate and nobody would be able to change your mind about him.

#pizza tower fake peppino #pizza tower #pizza tower x reader #fake peppino x reader #anon asks #anon ask #anonymous #hax speaks #haxorus imp #cosmica galaxy #FIRST FAKE PEPPY REQUEST YEAAA

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crowlixcx · 9 months ago

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For the brainrot series - as though you don't have enough requests, but I heard this song again today and the resulting assault on my imagination has irrevocably damaged my sanity, and I had to say something because I will not be suffering alone.

Okay, so, picture this:

Crowley is tired of the way things have been weird in this vague post-S3 world I'm picturing, and he's decided he's gonna Do Something About It (mostly because he's already about 'if I'm not a bush I'm not no one' levels of drunk). Naturally, he decides that what he's gonna do is woo his angel.

Easy enough. Humans do this shit all the time, and without the benefit of 6000 years of mutual pining and some slinky hips. In fact, thanks to his extensive knowledge of romcoms (a must for any demon if they want to learn inventive ways to sow discord among couple, etc, and for no other reason), he's decided that the perfect course of action is to serenade Aziraphale with a song that perfectly encapsulates his squishy, kind of embarrassingly soft feelings that the angel just has to give in and accept his expertly plighted troth (probably not a euphemism).

He is, at this point, at the 'I'm washing me and my clothes' stage of his drinking binge, but he's nervous, so sue him.

It takes him foreeeeever to pick a song (he only knows "bebop" won't do, but unfortunately that covers such a wide and sometimes contradictory swath of all music made since the 1940s, it's pretty impossible), and he keeps second guessing himself, so he makes it to the 'Kiefer Sutherland tackling a Christmas tree' stage of blitzed and hits shuffle on his 'Embarrassing Angelfeels I Can Never Admit To Even Under Pain Of Total Annihilation' Spotify playlist et VOILA! The perfect song! Crowley can't believe his luck, and he sets his plan into motion before he can do something stupid, like sober up.

So, it's about 3 in the morning at this point, and Crowley has set up his speaker system in the middle of the street facing Aziraphale's bookshop, and as you do, he climbs onto a stolen crate (containing an order of dildos the adult entertainment shop three streets over is going to be looking for in about five hours) and shouts for Aziraphale until the angel, and anyone else unfortunate enough to be hanging around at 3am on a Wednesday (mostly Mrs. Sandwich and her girls and poor Nina, who has unwisely chosen to arrive extra early to wait on a delivery of hazelnut syrup), pops their heads out to see what the deuce is going on.

Once he sees his darling angel, Crowley takes another swig of frankly embarrassingly cheap vodka for a demon of his tastes, hefts hus microphone, and starts to sing (for a given value of sing).

It starts off soft, all chimes and romantic piano, full of joy and longing, and Aziraphale's face does that thing where he's definitely embarrassed, but also pleased, so Crowley shuts his eyes, and that's when the disco beat drops.

Oh yes. Crowley is about to fucking boogie down for the love of his life.

He busts out all the moves, wiggling those slinky hips (because he's never been one not to use every weapon at his disposal), belting out mostly the right lyrics in somewhat the right key, generally on time and everything.

Aziraphale's face, if Crowley would open his eyes and look, is now crossing over into horrified, yet hopelessly enamored, with a dash of down bad. His tastes are varied and interesting, okay?

The music fades out before Crowley does, still belting for a good thirty seconds after the track changes to 'The Edge of Glory', which isn't as perfect for his purposes, but Aziraphale hasn't fallen to his knees in besotted supplication (also not a euphemism, probably), so Crowley figures he may as well, and the whole street is both glad and a little disappointed that this is when Aziraphale steps away from the shop door, reaches up for Crowley's hand, and drags him off the box of dildos and towards the shop.

"That's lovely, dear. Why don't we go inside so you can sleep this off before we talk about it."

Crowley, of course, follows along happily, about 80% sure that is a euphemism, and decides send a little blessing to Barbra Streisand in gratitude. He knew 'The Main Event/Fight' had been the right song to choose.

(It was not, in fact, a euphemism, and Crowley thinks the squirming agony of having to listen to Aziraphale somehow turn a love confession into a lecture about proper methods of courtship and being considerate of human sleep cycles while suffering the worst hangover of his entire existence is possibly the best worst thing he's ever experienced. Hell should take notes.)

(They spend the rest of the day getting to know each other, and that is a euphemism.)

Now.

Did I fail to peel this mental image off the surface of my brain for the last 24 hours and decide to share the agony and the ecstasy of it? Oh yes.

Is it the perfect song to confess your love to your ineffable crush with? Debatable, but it has good results of one (1) success and no failures so far, so we can't really say no.

Thank you for coming to my TEDtalk.

The level of detail in this is unmatched. The creativity? Inspired. When I started th brainrot series never did I think I would receive something of this gravitas. Bravo my dear, I'm in the palm of your hand. And the specificity of the playlist turning to Edge Of Glory? Delicious. This is truly, marvellously unhinged. God bless the Babs and to you for the gift you have bestowed upon me. I will treat it with love and care.

#i encourage you all to read this it really is an outstanding image that i look forward to brining to life #thank u so much for dropping this into my inbox u icon #ask #brainrot series requests

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asleepygeorgian · 1 year ago

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'Bama x Geo x 'Sippi headcanons + incorrect quotes

HEADCANONS (seperate as well):

They all love to cuddle

Instead of putting their names together to make a ship name (because it is impossible) I declare this ship to be called the Dirty South Trio

'Bama spoils both of his boyfriends

Georgia and Alabama are the same height, Mississippi is shorter than both of them

They all love animals, especially Geo. He will willingly pick up a cat off the side of the road, not caring that it will scratch or fight him.

'Bama stay flirtin

Geo has a dadbod but of course includes his GA peach if u know what I mean 😏

Georgia is a film nerd and always choose the best movies for them to watch

Geo and Sippi callin Bama, Al, just to tease him lol

What if I told ya'll Geo got dat dawg in him. Like I imagine only in rare times he will dress like he is in ATL. Bro prob got a whole rap, hip-hop, and RnB album

Sippi is autistic

Geo is autistic and narcoleptic

Bama has DID (Basically Auburn will pop up during college football season)

Speaking of college football season, they fr just be gloating a stuff like that. Last year, Alabama was pissed off lol.

Geo is a squishy boi

I imagine Sippi is squishy but not as squishy as Geo

Sippi will get overwhelmed by loud noises, bright lights and sometimes crowded spaces or too many people, so when they go to a big city he will get overstimulated

Geo is used to big cities cuz of ATL, so he doesn't get overstimulated from stuff like that as much but sometimes he will. He is mostly overstimulated with texture, strong smells, crowded spaces, also when too many things is going on at once

Their dates include: any southern ahh places ya'll can think off

Georgia will mumble/babble in his sleep, sometimes you can even hear him saying stuff like, "Go Braves," or "Go Dawgs"

Alabama snores, and he is L O U D

Sippi has to kick Alabama in his sleep so he can stop snoring, he is always woke up by Alabama's snoring

Georgia is a deep sleeper

Alabama is heavy sleeper

Mississippi is like a medium sleeper? He will sleep pretty well but then certain noises (Like 'Bama snoring) will wake him up

(NFSW)

Bama is top

Geo and Sippi r bottoms

Bama and Sippi don't moan, Bama just grunts and groans, Sippi just makes small noises

Geo moans but they are pretty soft

They mostly do sleepy sex since someone * C O U G H * is always sleepy

They would keep their socks on

INCORRECT QUOTES:

Mississippi: So, what is Alabama to ya? Georgia: The reason I wake up every mornin'. Mississippi: ...That’s adorable. Alabama earlier that morning, barging into Georgia′s room, smacking pans together: WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP!!!

Alabama, at Georgia: Would you like to stay for dinner? Mississippi, from the kitchen: Would you like to stay forever!?!

Alabama: So are you gonna explain how the hell you crashed my car? Mississippi: Well we were drivin' and there was a deer in the road, so I said "Georgia, deer!" Alabama: ...And what did Georgia do? Mississippi: ...He said "Yes, Honey?"

Mississippi: sapnu puaS. Georgia: What?? Alabama: What language is that. Mississippi: Turn your phone 180 degrees. *Mississippi was removed from the groupchat*

Mississippi: How do you know how to kiss? Like who teaches you? Georgia: Well it’s actually a class, but it’s full right now. Georgia: Would you like me to tutor ya? Alabama: That was smooth.

Mississippi: Well, remember when Alabama made a romantic dinner for us? Georgia: Mississippi, he microwaved us a pizza.

Mississippi: Hi. Georgia: Hey, did you do what I said? Did you tell 'em? Mississippi: I did. Georgia: And what did he say? Mississippi: “Thank ya.” Georgia: You’re welcome. What’d he say? Mississippi: He said, “Thank ya.” I said “I love you” and Alabama said, “Thank ya.”

Mississippi, bursting into the room: We are havin' sex! Georgia, not looking up from his book: Really? Alabama, why didn’t ya tell me? I would have put my book down. Alabama: R-Roll Tide?

Alabama: It's pretty cold outside.. wanna hold hands? We should stay close. Mississippi, blushing: Okay. Georgia: It's fuckin' summer.

#wttt #wttsh #welcome to the table #welcome to the statehouse #wttt georgia #wttt mississippi #wttt alabama #wttt Dirty South Trio #wttt headcanons #wttt incorrect quotes

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stephreynaart · 3 years ago

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Gravity Falls - “Waiting”

Pop-Pop AU

Stan sits in a hospital waiting room, thinking about his life and the people he loves.

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This is kinda old, but I realized I never posted it on tumblr. Hope ya like it!

Lots of fluff, the only ships are Soos and Melody.

AO3 LINK

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It had a square aspect ratio. Ink pen and watercolor on white heat pressed cotton paper in a bland white frame. One single blue flower in a red vase with what looks like a yellowish shadow. One shadow going left, the other going right. The lack of confidence and inexperience was obvious, the lines were unfocused and jagged, the color plainly filled the shapes and gave no other visual interest to the image.

Below the frame was a small white card that read “Painting donated by Jessica Blaise from Gravity Falls Elementary School”

Stan scanned the painting at least 20 times while sitting in that chair. The too rough and too soft at the same time chair that had similar copies populating the almost white room he sat in. The wallpaper bouncing off light pinks and blues with tiny ducklings as a makeshift wainscoting was starting to irritate the old man. It was too bright, and the consistent buzz of the fluorescent lights seemed so loud. Stan adjusted himself in his chair, switching his crossed legs to a wider spread and leaned his head against the wall.

The only other stimulus in the room were a few posters promoting proper hand washing techniques, the play area with a small table and chairs with large blocks, crayons and that weird “game” with the metal wiring and wooden beads that’s in every waiting room Stan’s ever sat in. He played with the toys to give himself something to do after he read all the magazines. The novelty wore off fast.

The television mounted on the wall was airing some cooking channel with no sound and no subtitles. Looking at food when you haven’t eaten in a few hours was practically torture, so Stan had been averting his eyes.

There were other paintings on the wall, one was less of a painting, but instead a print of a painting. He doubted that the artist got any compensation from it, if they were still alive. The other was a charcoal drawing done by a student from the community college a town away. Another square, but the entire image was black, the brightest thing on the page was an intruding infant hand coming from the left with the arm fading into the dark background. The fingers seemingly mid-twitch and grabbing at something. The lighting was dynamic and interesting. Stan swore it was a drawing of a penis the first time he glanced at it, which resulted in his brother’s laughter. Stanley smiled at the memory, it was only a few hours ago, but he relishes any time he can make Stanford laugh.

Stan’s eyes darted at the door in the far corner when it opened suddenly. He eased back into his chair when the nurse crossed the room to talk with the receptionist. He couldn’t hear the conversation very well, but could tell they were just gossiping and making jokes. Nothing that was of his interest. So he looked back to the elementary school child’s painting and analyzed it again. His eyes were dry and he was tired. He wished he could sleep, the chair wasn’t comfortable enough and when he did managed to sleep, his neck was sore when he woke up. He was only lucky Ford let him use his shoulder as a pillow for a while. He looked to his left and noted the book his brother placed in the seat. It seemed thick and in what looked like Hebrew. Stan wasn’t very surprised Ford was fluent in the language they were acquainted with as children. Their grandparents on their father’s side were the last to be fully fluent in Hebrew. It was like his brother to be curious of their heritage, but Stan only remembered a few phrases and words he learned from holidays and special event when he had to recite anything in Temple.

Stan crossed his arms and glanced at the clock on the wall and let out an exasperated sigh. It had only been 10 minutes since he last checked the time. He wanted to be at home, be in his soft warm bed and getting ready to eat pancakes at this time in the morning.

He and Ford were on the porch of The Mystery Shack when Soos rushed them off to the hospital the yesterday afternoon. What he originally thought would be a couple of hours of waiting turned into almost twelve. Apparently labour can last a long time.

Stan wished he could be a witness for Soos and Melody like he was when Dipper and Mabel were born, but Melody wanted her privacy, which Stan could respect, but Soos wanted him there…..so he and Ford waited in this bright, annoyingly pastel waiting room, twiddling his thumbs awaiting the arrival of the new member of the mystery family. He was glad he was in at least comfortable clothes, some gray sweatpants and a sweater Mabel knitted for him that read “godfather”.

He was never clear on what the title entailed, but it was mentioned a few times by Soos’ grandmother and the kids insisted that Soos was intending to ask him. He hadn’t, but he didn’t protest Stan wearing the sweater. Whatever job godfathers had, he was willing to play the part if Soos were to ask him.

Stan looked at the double doors a few feet away that lead out of the waiting room and into the halls. His brother left to find something for them to eat, but was taking his sweet time. The turkey being basted on the television was no help in aiding his growling stomach.

He distracted himself by returning his thoughts to Soos and Melody. Just down the hall they were experiencing the strange and beautiful phenomenon that was witnessing the arrival of a brand new person. Stan remembered the feeling so clearly. His entire life he’s felt the presence of human beings. It’s inherent in most people to feel when someone is in the room with you, the other soul sharing the same space as you. Imagine being in a room with a set amount of people and someone else comes in, but imagine they came in without using a doorway. Just appearing seemingly out of thin air. Suddenly another person is with you, and they’re brand new to the world, a life full of potential and power. Yes, today is indeed a happy day, but no amount of positive thinking would ease Stan’s nerves. His foot began to bounce and his hands unconsciously began to fiddle with each other. He didn’t want to think anything would go wrong with Soos’ baby, but anything can happen and life is so fragile, especially at the start of it.

He recalled his nephew’s nervousness the day Dipper and Mabel were born. His hands were shaking and he was constantly checking on his wife and asking the doctors loads of questions. He didn’t fully understand the twins’ father’s behavior until the end of that day.

Mabel’s birth was swift and easy. Her mother only needed to push one and a half times before she was here. It was as if she was eager to meet everyone waiting for her. She cried like most babies do, but Stan could’ve sworn they were tears of joy. While Mabel was greeted with, “hello, beautiful”, “hi, sweetie” and “she’s perfect”, Her brother’s introduction to world started with, “what’s wrong?”, “wait, let me hold him”, and “he’s not moving”. Dipper was rushed out of the room before his mother got a chance to look at him. Stan managed to catch a glimpse of the horrifyingly blue tint on his great nephew’s tiny face. The memory still gave him chills. He remembered how much he wanted to hold Mabel, who began to fuss and cry, obviously missing her brother. He was terrified at the prospect of another incomplete set of twins in their family. After the longest 30 minute of his life, Stan’s great-nephew returned with a bright pink face, wailing with all the power his little lungs could produce. Once the twins were reunited in their mother’s arms, they settled down almost instantly. The doctors told their parents Dipper was significantly lighter in weight than his sister, but both were very strong and healthy. Every so often Stan thinks about Dipper and how much he has impacted his life. His thoughts lead to darker places and he questions if Ford would be here if Dipper wasn’t there to find the third journal. He shook his head as a cold shiver went up his spine.

Stan did his best to distract himself from revisiting the scare that Dipper caused him 16 years ago.

16 years…..17 in August

Stan blinked. The squishy, bright faces that stayed with him that first summer had changed significantly. They stayed in contact all year round and visited every summer since they were 12. But every in-person meeting was always a shock. Dipper was developing the square jaw Stan, both his brothers and nephew shared. He started to regularly wear glasses their second summer with the Stans. Poor kid will grow up looking like Filbrick like the rest of the Pines men. He reminded Stan of Ford at that age.

And Mabel…..

Stan will never get over how much she looks like his mother. It didn’t strike him until Soos and Melody’s wedding and she put her hair in a bun. She’s calmed her hyperactivity down a bit, but not by a lot, she still brightens his day with her wit and creativity. They’ve both matured physically, but not much has changed personality wise and they still acted like big children when they’re around each other. Stan loved them very much, and wished he could see them more often. He wondered what the future held for all of them. Would they still visit town after going to college? Would they move here? Or somewhere else?

He’s had several conversations with them to see how they’re managing the prospect of separating. They’re much better at communicating than he and Ford were and they seem actually excited to have some independence. It made Stan nervous, but he was sure their close relationship wouldn’t suffer.

Wendy chose to be elsewhere for the next few years. She and her friends booked a plane ticket and plan to backpack and hitchhike around Europe and the UK. Stan hopes they stay safe and watch out for each other. Lotta weirdos in Amsterdam. She was set to leave in the coming days, Wendy wanted to wait until today arrived so she could meet Soos and Melody’s kid before going away for who knows how long.

A tap on the shoulder woke Stan from his deep thoughts. His brother arrived with some warm sub sandwiches and coffee.

“Any word yet?, he asked Stan

“Nothin’ yet”, Stan felt helpless not having any clue how Soos and Melody were doing.

Stanford took his seat next to Stanley and they both silently enjoyed their late breakfast. Since arriving they’ve witnessed families reuniting and going past the door in the far corner to meet their children, grandchildren or siblings. Stan looked at the clock again. How has it only been another 5 minutes? He sighed, leaned back and finished the rest of his sub. One hand holding the sandwich, the other went back to gripping the arm rest, then a six fingered hand went down to rest on top of it. Stan let go of the armrest and tangled his fingers between Ford’s and held onto it with a, hopefully not too tight, grip. It was like an anchor to reality, much better at easing his anxieties than any words could. Over the past 4 years, Stan and Ford’s bond grew stronger. Stan still feared one day he would wake up and find himself still in that basement surrounded by broken machinery and languages he didn’t understand. He hasn’t yet, and was enjoying the time he had left with his twin. Stan took a moment to look at his brother again, Ford made eye contact and smiled then continued to read his book. Hands still intertwined

Stans thoughts went back to Soos…

It amazed Stan how much he had grown and it still baffled him that Soos idolized him as much as he does. Before Soos, Stan had no one. His brother was….gone, the rest of the family didn’t talk to him much outside of the holidays and special occasion. There hadn’t been any sense of consistency in Stan’s life for years, decades even, until he hired the chubby little kid he barely glanced at one random Saturday. Soos always arrived to work early, sometimes with breakfast for both of them. Stan didn’t know how much he needed a reliable companion until he had it and he enjoyed the 10 years he had with that kid… or man he should say. Here he was…a few rooms away, becoming a father.

Stan used to daydream a lot about the prospect of having kids when he was younger. He’s was always good with them when he had the chance to babysit his nephew, then later Dipper and Mabel when they were toddlers. He loved having kids in his house that first summer. He loved the energy and the sense of adventure the twins brought. They gave him a sense of purpose and belonging he hadn’t felt in years. He wished he was brave enough to have his own children. Not that he was ever with anyone long enough to want to have kids with him. He supposed it was for the best that he didn’t subject a child to homelessness or an unhappy marriage. He was also terrified at the idea. His dad used to say having kids ruined his life. He wondered who his father was before his older brother was born. Did they really ruin his life? Stan often wondered if he would be like his own dad if he has children of his own. Would he change and become that annoyed parent that resenting his children?

He thought about Soos again

That was probably the closest to parenthood he ever experienced. The first time he felt like one was when Soos asked him for homework help after closing. He initially told Soos no, he wasn’t exactly smart and didn’t think he would be any help. It apparently upset the kid, so Stan sighed and gave it a try. It was fairly simple middle school math, he didn’t remember everything, but helped Soos do more than half of it. Soos thanked him and went home happy. Stan felt weirdly proud, he was glad he made a small difference and managed to teach Soos something he didn’t even know he knew.

The second time was when Soos was a teenager. His grandmother wasn’t able to teach Soos to drive, since she had forgotten how and her late husband used to do the driving, she mostly walked everywhere. Soos offered to work for free so Stan could teach him. Stan loved driving and found teaching Soos cathartic. He was a fast and eager learner, he only bumped Stan’s car once while trying to figure out parallel parking. Little did Soos know that he was getting paid for his normal work hours. Stan just put it away long enough to help buy the kid some old used truck in the junkyard for getting his license. They fixed the truck up and in only a few weeks it was ready to be on the road. Soos has taken good care of it and it’s still his ride to this day

Stan was very proud of Soos. He taught the kid some basic self defense and managed to be a decent influence in his life. Soos at least has his priorities straight.

Stan was even glad to see that Soos was willing to question him. When the portal was reaching the final countdown, he didn’t hesitate to protect the kids from him when he thought Stan was dangerous. He didn’t know, none of them did, so he didn’t blame Soos for distrusting him. He hoped he never had to betray him again. They both had crappy dads, and Stan knew how Soos saw him. Stan was never really sure if he reciprocated those feelings. It felt natural to act the part, but to put a label as important as “dad” on Stan was daunting. Soos definitely deserves better than what he was given, Stan wasn’t sure if he was it.

Stan looked up at the familiar voices running towards him from the double doors.

“Grunkle Stan! Grunkle Ford!” Mabel waved to them

The two teenagers and Wendy walked in holding a balloon and various toys. They took some seats across from the Stans and asked how everyone was doing and if the baby arrived yet.

“Not yet, hopefully soon” Ford answered

Stan relaxed and silently enjoyed his family’s company. He laid his head back and leaned slightly on Ford to rest for a minute. His eyes shut as he listened to the kids joke around and talk amongst themselves. He squeezed Ford’s hand one more time before drifting off.

He knew he should’ve tried sleeping earlier, he wasn’t out for more than 15 minutes when Soos came into the waiting room. Stan’s eyes shot open and he was on his feet faster than he did when he was being chased by angry costumers as a door to door salesman. Soos’ red eyes sagged and he seemed exhausted, but carried a proud, wide smile across his face. He sniffed and wiped his eyes.

“It’s a boy”, he squeaked, “mom and baby are okay”

Dipper and Mabel were first to start the hugs, and the room filled with cheers of congratulations and love. Stan felt light as a feather giving Soos a hug and joking about child labor.

“Can we see him?”, Mabel bounced with anticipation

“Yeah, dudes!”, Soos gestured everyone past the corner door and into the suite. “But only for a little while, Melody has to sleep”

The room was small, dimly lit and warm. The Pines crew collectively lowered their voices as Melody came into view on the bedding holding a bundle of blankets decorated with small yellow ducklings. She was leaned back on a large pillow, covered in blankets and toted a soft smile on her face. Soos stroked her hair and picked up his little son to show to the Pines’. The younger twins got a look at him first,

Mabel squealed and cooed at the tiny infant. Then Wendy, who said hi to the baby and told Soos she’d make sure to send him gifts while she was away

“What’s his name?”, Mabel asked Melody

“I named him after my dad”, Melody replied, “Jacob”. She smiled sadly at the memory of the father she lost the year before.

Soos approached the Stans, Ford smiled and complimented the couple on a having such beautiful little boy, but shot Soos a look, who silently replied with another one. Something was up.

Finally Stan got a look at baby Jacob. “Wow” Stan smiled, patting Soos’ arm. “He looks exactly like you”

Soos laughed, “really? I think he looks like Melody”, there was a short silence before Soos spoke up again.

“Do you want to hold him, Mr Pines?”

Stan looked at Soos and smiled, “heh, sure”. He held his arms out. Soos lowered his arms to pass the baby to Stan, who scrunched his face up and started to fuss. Stan took the infant and managed to hold him with one arm. He bounced and shushed little Jacob until he calmed down. “Heya kid”, He’s held babies dozens of times, but something felt different about this one. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but Stan felt an almost magnetic pull towards him. Jacob settled comfortably against Stan and continued his rest. Stan softly beamed at the tiny person in his arms.

“Hey, Stan?”

Stan lifted an eyebrow and looked at Soos, who was fidgeting with his hands and nervously smiling.

“Uh..”, he paused, taking in the sight of Stan holding his child. “You know about my dad”, Soos looked at Ford again, who shrugged and nodded. Stan studied Ford’s face, who’s eyes strayed away as he hid a small smile. Soos got his attention again.

“You uh…he wasn’t…”, Soos choked up, his voice strained a bit, “I met you when I was probably the loneliest I ever was in my entire life”. Stan pictured the little boy he hired on the spot, he didn’t remember him until Soos showed up at his door step the next day ready to work. He didn’t know how much that quick, thoughtless decision would change his life.

Soos perked up and walked across the room to a table and picked up the piece of paper sitting on it. Soos glanced at it, then at Stan and smiled, gaining some emotional strength it seemed.

“You mean a lot me”, Soos, “you were there when I really needed it, you gave me a job, taught me just about everything I know. I don’t think I ever thanked you for that”

Stan got a bit nervous, Was this him asking to be the godfather?Everyone was silent and curiously watching. Soos held his hand out and handed the paper to Stan. He adjusted his arm to properly hold Jacob in his arm and took it. Stan flipped the page and noticed it was the baby’s birth certificate. Stan eyes bounced off the page and read the various information: birthdate, weight, parents, but he froze when he read the full name. Stan’s wide eyes questioningly studied Soos’ face.

“Are you…”, Stan felt his own throat tightening, crap. Come on, not in front of everyone “really?”, he asked. Soos gave a genuine nod and sniffed.

“I uh” Soos cleared his throat, “I was wondering, since Jacob doesn’t have one…if you wanted to be…. his grandpa?

There it was

Stan felt dizzy and took a small step back before remembering who was in his hands and regained his balance. Ford came to his side and wrapped an arm around his shoulder. Stan decide not to look at his brother and chose to stare forward, then his eyes went back to Soos, who look deflated. Oh man. Stan was terrified, he didn’t want to say no and hurt Soos, but if he said yes….he wasn’t sure what made him so nervous. The entire concept sounded so alien to him, like he didn’t deserve the title. He always considered Soos, Melody and their son a part of his family. But to bare a title like “grandpa”, had to mean he had children that that children. That he was already a parent without his knowledge. It all felt so natural to want to lean into this and become part of this family like Soos wanted.

He heard something make a noise from beneath himself. Stan looked down at little Jacob, who was mid yawn. The baby’s mouth grew wide opens and inhaled, scrunching up his face and suddenly shut. Suddenly two tiny eyes opened for just a few seconds, enough time for Stan to make eye contact before Jacob shut them and got comfortable again

Everything was different now.

Stan didn’t notice how quiet the room had gotten nor the tears forming in his eyes. Stunned by beauty and overcome with pride and a sense of purpose. The pride he felt teaching Soos math, how to drive and attending his graduation all combined just looking at the perfect being in his arms. If he said yes, he would want everything that came with it. Stan lifted the birth certificate up to read the name again.

Jacob Stanley Ramirez

“Y-Yes”, he heard a shaken voice say, almost not realizing it was his own “of course”. He looked at Soos, tears in his eyes and a bright smile on his face. He still wasn’t sure if he deserved this, but Stan wanted it. He wanted it all. Why not indulge just this once? He gave the certificate to Ford and used his now free hand to pull Soos into a hug. Gently sandwiching his…..grandson in between him……and his son.

#gravity falls #gravity falls fan fiction #stanley pines #stanford pines #soos ramirez #melody #mabel pines #dipper pines #wendy corduroy #pop pop au #poppop!stan #dad!soos #dad!stan

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don’t you forget about me | reader x jeongin

it’s the last day that you might ever see him again, so, to hell with it, right? (image from straykidsfilm on twt!)

please read the CWs bc this fic talks about body image!! this is something close to me as well, and I wanted to share some cute innie love!! <3

hey you reading this! you’re gorgeous ;)

don’t you forget about me | reader x jeongin

Pairing: self insert, female reader x yang jeongin

Genre: fluff n’ smut

Tags: high school crush au (everyone depicted in this fic is at least 18), virgin!reader, virgin!jeongin, plussize!reader (i think this is the right tag, if not plz correct me!) first time au, cuties in love, softdom!jeongin, (hehe ya know I love me a soft dom), sub!reader, unprotected sex (stay safe cuties!) semi-public sex, nipple play (f), fingering (f), cumshot, somewhat of a quickie, dirty talking, lil bit of a corruption kink, cute fluffy undertones!

CWs: brief mention of a fistfight and blood/wounds, insecurity over weight and descriptive narrative about body weight/appearance and negative self image

Word count: 7.1k

Word had spread that someone had gotten into a fight on the last day of school. Supposedly, it had occurred during the second to last hour of the day, and it was a group of three to four boys. The rest of the details had been unclear, but you had heard mutterings about their names, or how each of them had walked into the principal’s office with bloodied knuckles, fat lips, and purple bruises to their cheekbones. You had heard that one of them had laughed in the face of the principal, claiming that they simply had it coming.

“I heard that they were from class A-4. Or was it A-3?”

Your friend leaned over with her skirt ruffling on her plastic chair.

“Who could be so stupid?” She strung her bubble-gum around her finger with cracked nail-polish. “Are they looking to graduate, or what?”

“I don’t know...”

In your lap, you hands grew clammy with sweat. It was against your will, but you couldn’t but help thinking...

Yang Jeongin was in class A-4.

Your chest tightened thinking about if it had been him that had gotten in the fight.

It was no secret that you had harbored a crush on the boyishly handsome student from the other class of your same year. You had read or seen somewhere that the reason that they called crushes “crushes” was because they did just that--they crushed you to the full extent of the word. Whoever had said that, you had learned that they were 100% right. Having a crush on Yang Jeongin had been the most painful experience of your life. Since middle school, it had been something that you had scribbled in your diary, and the reason why you would hold your breath when he walked by with his friends, or when you’d see him on the same bus as you.

You can’t exactly recall when it started, it just kind of did.

There was nothing extremely notable about him: he wasn’t his class president, he wasn’t the ace of a sports team, nor did he even have friends who really were notable either. No matter how much you pondered it, you couldn’t figure out what it was about him.

Yang Jeongin was known for having a kind smile and a jovial laugh, so you just decided that it must’ve been one of these things. This semester he had ashy-grey brown hair, and your best friend still hadn’t heard the end of it from you. Over time, you had learned that he liked banana milk with his lunch and kept a fox enamel pin on his backpack. He had worn the same beat up sneakers for all of high school and wore this same grey hoodie on most days when it would get cold.

A couple times you had imagined what it would’ve been like if he had let you borrow it on the days when it would mist on spring mornings, or when snow would fall early in November. There had even been times when you imagined him holding your hand, walking down the hall, wrapping his arm around your shoulder to hold you close...among other things. Somehow, you liked to think that he would be the kind of person who would love you more than you could love yourself. Granted, you never could know for sure. Being optimistic made up half of your fantasies.

“Just confess already.”

Your best friend had said half a million times over the course of the years.

The more you had contemplated it, the less sense that it made. A confession would’ve been a whole lot easier if he had known who you were.

“There's no way.” You had said morosely. “As if he would say yes to me.”

“Can’t know unless you try.” Your friend smiled, sucking at her lollipop on the walk home. “Don’t pretend like you’ve never written him a confession letter before...” Her backpack hopped up and down with her arms outstretched animatedly in that alley decorated with vines. “...Where do you keep them? In your desk? Under your bed? In your sock drawer?”

“Oh shut up!!” You nudged her, sending her spiraling out with laughter.

“If it’s the last day of school, you’ve got nothing to loose! You’ll never see him again! If he says no, no big deal!”

The clock ticked on the wall to your classroom, the seconds hand moving silently faster and faster the more that you looked at it. Under your desk, your fingertips pricked the edges of the pink envelope. You had written your the name as nicely as you could with flowery cursive with tiny flowers. On the back, you had sealed it with a sticker: an orange fox.

Your throat grew dry seeing only six minutes before the bell would ring, and then the metal legs of chairs would scrape on the floor, the hallway would flood with students, and you would make your way to his locker and pray that he would stop by there. In many ways, just thinking about it was enough to make your stomach do somersaults and for your hands to wet even more embarrassingly with sweat. Your knees felt limp, and you wondered if you even had it in you.

Even worse, a deeper fear crept in the back of your mind--it was much more venomous and horrifying, but you couldn’t keep it down. You feared that he would laugh in your face, throw the letter down, and throw his head back at you and how ridiculous your moment of confidence had been.

How could be like someone like me?

Perhaps your biggest fear of all, even greater than the rejection, was him admitting that he could never like someone like you.

Your skirt was tighter on you than most, at least, tighter than it was on the other girls. When you would shop at the school uniform store, you could never escape the glares from the ladies when you and your mother asked for the larger sizes that they had. Your soft cheeks were plush and squishy, and your belly striped with stretch marks that you had stopped looking at in the mirror. Because it was more comfortable, you wore leggings under you skirt, even in the warmer months, even if it made you sweat. Oversized sweaters would swim over your frame, for the very reason that you could swim in them.

As optimistic as you could be, there had been some nights worse than the others where tears would wet your eyes before sleep, no matter how many affirmations and positive sticky notes you had pasted to the back of your bedroom door.

How could I like someone like you?

It would be so easy for him to say it. Words flicked off the tongue hastily are the ones that often hurt the most. You just hoped and hoped that he had been everything that you had made him to be...as unrealistic as it was.

The bell chimed, and you felt your heart leap into your throat when the room erupted into cheers and papers and desks went flying and screeching around the floor.

“Are you ready?” Your friend winked, and the corners of the letter pricked your fingers.

~💌~

With some stroke of luck, he was exactly where you had wanted him to be. Even then, some small part of you had secretly had hoped that he hadn’t just so you could walk away. You would’ve walked away from him, that school, everyone who had known you and just let it be. However, fate had been much kinder to you...damned fate.

Your heart quickened upon seeing him. He was wearing that same grey hoodie with the drawstrings that he would tie into bows sometimes, and that same enamel pin shone silver on his backpack. You realized that it even looked almost exactly like the sticker you had used. His navy uniform slacks were dusted with dirt however, and one of the knees had a bit of a tear to it. In your horror, you then saw the scrapes on his face: one right under his eye, on his left cheek, and a thin red line on his bottom lip where it had cracked open. Before you could think of anything else, seeing how much it must’ve hurt him made your heart twist.

From your backpack, you drew out the rest of the stuff that you had prepared, and tried your best not to collapse from the way that your knees trembled.

“H-hi...” You announced, head down, and mouth deathly dry.

Yang Jeongin whipped his head over to see you, slightly startled. Up this close you could see his adorable brown eyes that even looked at if they glistened with stars in them.

“...Hi?” He returned, closing his locker, and wetting his lips.

Your heartbeat rang in your ears, and you quickly presented him with the letter, the carton of banana milk with the heart sticker on top, and the tiny case of animal shaped cookies.

With eyes glued to the floor and his beat up gym shoes, you said the words as fast as humanly possible, “I-know-that-you-don’t-know-who-I-am-but-I’ve-really-liked-you-for-such-a-long-time-now-and-seeing-as-its-the-last-day-of-school-I-wanted-to-tell-you-so-please-accept-this!!”

You waited for what felt like hours, then he took the items from your hands with a tentative touch. “Um...thank you...for this.”

This was it. It was happening. You had already known that it wouldn’t get much better, and the way that he looked petrified only made you feel even more heat rush to your cheeks. Even then, now that the words had escaped your lips for the whole universe to hear, it felt good in some small, relieving way.

“Y-you don’t have to say anything back. Please don’t...don’t feel obligated to, I just...” Your voice trailed, and your eyes wandered to the exit door behind him, and the green of the summery trees.

I should just leave. It would be better if I left. If I walk away, this is all over...

The hem of your skirt tickled your nervous fingers, and you had nearly made up your mind. You wished at least that he would say something rather than just staring.

“I-I can just...leave, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry...how could I think that...nevermind.”

It took everything that you had, but you blinked the tears that stung the corners of your eyes and you hiked your backpack straps up a little higher.

You motioned to the things in his hands, “I hope that you enjoy those things and...good luck at university.”

You flashed a feeble smile for him, right back to his astonished face. Just outside of the exit, there was the rest of the world in front of you, and you also took peace in the fact that it really was a really nice day then.

“W-wait!!” He suddenly said with a slight crack to his voice, turning after you to grab at your wrist too. As soon as he did, his eyes widened, the the gruff voices of a group of boys echoed down the hall.

“Where is that shithead?? This isn’t over.” The tall boy from class A-4 balled up his hand into a fist, and smacked it into his palm. The tall boy and about three of his friends also had red knuckles and scratches on their faces, each to a varying level of degree.

“Shit.” Jeongin bit his lip, and his grip on your wrist tightened. “Uh-can you come with me?? This way?? Fuck--” He nodded toward the opposite hallway, and your head spun thinking why he would want you to come with him.

“What?? Why??”

“Just--” He watched the boys coming frantically and hid behind his locker door. “They’ll beat the shit out of me again. Just....come on!”

A nervous thrill sent a shiver down your spine feeling his hand and the warmth there while he guided you, pushing and parting the sea of bodies chatting and hugging each other goodbye.

“Where are we going?” You called to him, and the little carton of banana milk swayed in his opposite hand.

“I don’t know. Anywhere.”

You followed him further and further, through the hallways that had emptied of students or any semblance of them. Shades had been pulled in most of the empty rooms, and the chairs had been placed on top of the tabletops of desks. Both of your shoes squeaked under the flooring when you turned corners, and the sound of his nervous panting became louder and louder. Where he held you, the sleeve of his sweater bushed up against you, and it was even softer than you had imagined.

Jeongin pulled at several doorknobs, finding them to be locked, head turning to see if the group of boys had followed. At last, he found one that did unlock, and he threw it open on its hinges as quickly as he could. It was one of the storage closets for the theater department, and it was dustily coated on all surfaces and even moldy smelling, with not a window to be found. Jeongin flicked on the light, revealing the stacks of props and furniture that you vaguely remembered seeing in performances in the past.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to pull you so hard.” Jeongin finally said.

“It...it’s okay.”

“If I got caught with them again I might as well kiss college goodbye...” He raked an anxious hand through his hair. “I didn’t mean to fight with them before...”

“Are...you okay?” You softened your tone, seeing the way that the pink marks on his face must’ve been made against the hard cement of the floor outside.

“I-I’m fine. Thank you.”

His eyes really did look like they glistened.

“It...it’s really funny actually...” He shoved his hand into his pocket, fumbling with the contents with a shaking hand, then took out a crumbled piece of notebook paper that had been torn. “Take it.” He prompted with wide eyes.

“Me??”

“Who else?” He laughed lightly.

The note had been written in black ink, and it smudged and bled to the other side of the paper, and the scribbled handwriting looked rushed as if it was an afterthought or some kind of crazed ramble. You unfolded it all the way, starting at the first sentence.

dear y/n from A-2,

you probably don’t know my name, but I’m yang jeonjin jeongin from class A-4, i wanted to write this to tell you that I think that youve you’re really pretty, beautiful and that i’ve been kind of watching you for about a year now, i’m sorry if that’s creepy but, yeah, i just think that you’re really cool and i like it when you smile. i’m sorry that i didn’t say anythimg aything anything about this sooner, i was kind of shy about it to be honest, i didn’t want you to thank think that I was being disrespectful or anything like that, but seeing that its the last day of shcool school and I don’t have a ton to lose loose lose i thought that it was worth a shot. if this doesn’t go the way id i’d like it to, please don’t stop smilng smiling ♥

-yji

By now, the boy from A-4 was swaying his body back and forth almost violently as he waited for you to read the letter and fiddled with his arms crossed. His teeth tugged at his lip, and he anxiously awaited for you to say something. Little did he know that reading his words you were so shocked that you were certain that you had forgotten how to breathe for a couple moments.

“M-me? You mean this...for me?”

“Yeah?” He advanced to take the letter back, “I’m really sorry if it’s creepy, I know that you don’t know me at all and we’ve never spoken, this must be really startling but...I wasn’t expecting for you to write me one too.”

The adorable boy blushed and rubbed the back of his neck with a tiny growing smile.

“S-sorry that I was so quiet earlier, I was just really surprised.” Jeongin flipped your letter over too, then gasped a little seeing the fox on the back. “Oh.”

On the other side of the door, the loud and clambering footsteps of that group of idiotic boys clomped and they grunted among themselves asking where Jeongin had went. The two of you held your breath, and soon the voices receded. Once they passed, you threw your backpack around to scramble around the front pocket, pulling out a Band-Aid that must’ve been there for at least a year, but it still worked the same.

“Here...do you need it?”

“Oh! Um-no, but, thank you.”

A silence filled the dusty room, and Jeongin awkwardly moved to sit on one of the old prop couches. He patted the spot next to him, beckoning you to do the same.

“The timing...kinda sucks.”

You laughed slightly, “That’s sort of my fault.”

“--My fault too.” He quickly added. “I’m sorry that I didn’t get the chance to know you sooner. Maybe we could’ve...” Jeongin dug his fingers into the velvety upholstery.

Slowly, your sinking insecurities started to creep like vines with thorns, and the words spilled out of your mouth before you had something to do with it.

Maybe he’s just being nice? Are you really certain that letter was meant for you?

“I guess that I’m just really surprised that you of all people could end up liking someone like me. Someone...that looks like me.”

The young boy cocked his head with his eyebrows confusedly crossed. “I don’t see what you mean?”

“‘Cause I’m like...” You motioned to your thighs, a bit chubbier, your larger breasts, and your skirt riding up your legs too. “...like this?”

“But there’s nothing wrong with you?”

“Psh...”nothing wrong with me”...” You laughed with sarcasm at the comment. “Have you seen the other girls in the school? Some of them are frickin’ idols for crying out loud...”

Jeongin’s eyes widened, and he scooched in a bit closer, but slowly; carefully. “What I’m trying to say is...that there’s no one else like you! And--”

“--That’s exactly it. I’m not like everyone else...”

Jeongin blabbered, and his hand found yours resting on your lap. “I-I’m not s-saying that’s a bad thing! I’m saying that the reason why you stood out to me was because I think...” He shied, cheeks becoming even rosier. “...Because you just seemed so happy all the time, like, you didn’t care what others did or thought of you, I could tell, even from kind of far away, that you were someone who’s real not some kind of made-up thing that you put on every morning for the rest of the world to see you as. Also...” He giggled, “I just thought that you were really cute too.”

His thumb brushed up against the back of your hand, and you couldn’t help but smile at the small feeling.

“I mean...I do think about what people think of me, I think about it all the time...”

“I do too.” He said quietly. “Why else did I let it get so far that I let four guys gang up on me outside school?”

You didn’t press him for more, but merely let your opposite hand rest of top of his as you watched his expression fall. When he was in school, you had only ever seen him smile, but now seeing him like this, it was a whole other side. He looked up at you with his pleading eyes, and they were utterly gorgeous.

“My mom...my mom doesn’t make a ton of money. She barely makes enough to send to me school here, or buy me stuff like new clothes or uniforms each year. I almost never see her because she has to work so hard for me and my brothers...those...assholes had something to say about it and I kind of...snapped. No one can say shit about my mom when they don’t know how hard that she works for us.”

Your eyes fell to his scuffed and worn sneakers, and it all made sense.

“Then they found the letter...I didn’t want them to ruin the last good thing that I had going for me.”

In that moment, the whole world became silenced. You were the last good thing going for him and you had never even known.

Then, he smiled, broken as it was, bit it was still embodied his gentle warmth that you had fallen in love with all those years ago.

“But! It turned out okay I think.” Jeongin said with a sigh. He glanced down at your interlocking hands on your lap and chuckled a little bit. “Kinda cool that this worked out though. Maybe we could spend the summer getting to know each other?”

This time, you let one of your happy tears drip down your cheek, and nodded gleefully. “Okay. I’d like that.”

Jeongin smiled, just as you had seen him do it a hundred times, but this time you knew that it was all for you.

“Can I...can I kiss you? If that’s okay? I-I’m sorry if this is really forward...I just...really want to.” He asked gently, then wiped away your tears with the pad of his thumb.

You nodded, feeling your whole body shake just a little with your nervousness and anticipation. The world appeared to melt away once he had leaned in to press his lips on yours as softly and as carefully as he could. In that moment, you had forgotten where you were, what time it was or the rest of the beautiful summer day outside the doors of that school. Here, it was just you and him. Embarrassing as it was, this had been your first kiss too. Your mind raced with a million thoughts, asking yourself if you had been doing it right, but once you felt him smile lightly into you, your chest shivered with a sense of relief.

You had never expected kissing to feel like this, and it was a bit strange feeling something so close and intimate right on your own skin. At the same time, it felt like nothing else in the entire world had, and you only wanted more and more of it. He was cautious and respectful in the way that he had tilted his head, and loving how he had cupped your face with his hands cracked and bruised. You didn’t know where to put your hands at first, but settled one hand on his thigh, and the other on his shoulder where you tugged at his white button up stained with dirt.

He too shook with a sigh, readjusting himself, then ran one of his hands down your arm to hold your hand were it rested on him. He tangled your fingers together, and made a tiny little gasp feeling you connect with him. In seconds, he allowed himself to grow rougher, running his lips over yours with a type of fervency that teased at your bottom lip where you felt the warmth of his tongue. It took no more consideration, and you gave him the permission to meet the heat of his tongue with yours between parted lips now becoming a bit swollen.

Jeongin broke your connection for moments, and a different kind of haze took over his eyes. The way that he looked over your quivering lips sent shivers through your whole body, and he dragged his thumb over the tiny streak of saliva that shone on your lip.

“Is it okay if I touch you? In other places?” His eyes fell, and you giggled at the way that a kind of lust-filled hunger seemed to overtake him. For years you had fantasized about him ravishing you like this, and giving love to every inch of your body no matter how hard it had been for you to do that same to yourself. Still, as hesitant as you were, you feared that he would get a taste of all of you, and still change his mind.

“Really?” You stammered, instinctually crossing your arms around your chest. “You don’t think that I’m gro--”

“If you’re about to say “gross” don’t.” His expression became much more serious. “I-I’ll say it again a million more times if I need to: you, all that you are, is what I’ve been thinking of for so long, I’d love to touch you wherever you’ll let me.”

This time, you didn’t know if the tears were happy or sad, but regardless, the fat drops still fell down your cheeks.

“--And you can say no too. If you’re not comfortable, we can just keep doing what we were doing...there’s nothing wrong with that at all.”

The dim yellow light in the room buzzed, and you had recalled all the many number of times that you had pictured the very scene about to occur. On lonely nights, you wished to have felt his hands all over you, and now, they really could be.

“What do you say?” He asked, and squeezed your hand along with his.

“Can we...go slow with it? I’ve never...no one has ever offered to--”

“Of course we can.” He smiled adorably, which was a bit odd considering what he had just proposed. “But...I didn’t hear you say yes?”

“Yes.” You quickly added with a nervous inhale, but held his gaze with your assurance. “I-I want you to.”

The boy from the other class grinned, then took to carefully running his hands down your arms once more, and craning his neck to plant sweet little kisses into your neck: the stimulation from which made you whimper out of your own accord, and he giggled upon hearing it.

“You like that?” He whispered greedily, then continued sucking a little harder. Jeongin shrugged down your sweater from the collar, and his wandering hands circled little rubs into your bare arms.

Next, his fingers crept up slowly and cautiously at the bottom of your shirt, testing at first, but not pulling up the fabric all together. His cold fingertips buzzed on your skin in that drafty room, and he brought his lips back up to yours, also making tiny trailed gasps as he crept up all the way to your breasts. The moment that he touched them, both of you appeared to shiver on each other’s bodies, and your kisses grew even needier. At first he cupped over the padding of your bra, kneading and squeezing to play with the way that they jiggled slightly then pulling a bit harder, and relishing the way that they filled up his palms.

“Does this feel good?” Jeongin asked on your lips and you nodded back immediately.

The two of you leaned back on the aged couch, and the young man cradled your head to guide you into the cushion of the upholstery. He admired you for a few moments under him with one leg between your thighs and the other supporting himself and slipping a little on the cement floors. His thigh was just close enough to the heat of your arousal between your legs, and it ached and throbbed so badly, you were convinced you had never felt a feeling as intense as this. He leaned in closer, and pressed the muscle into your clit, and a muffled moan caught on your lip that surprised even him.

“Can I touch you even closer?” He asked, and those ashy grey-brown strands of his dipped over his eyes.

“Y-yes...please.” You found yourself begging, and he mischievously grinned at your desperation.

Under the cotton of your shirt, his fingers slipped under the padding of your bra to toy with your breasts directly. He kissed even more tiny quaking breaths into your mouth, finally finding your hardened nipples and tweaking them with his thumb and index. He pulled lightly at them, making your buds even more sensitive. You cried out with a helpless “ah!” and he stopped, worry across his face as if he had hurt you.

“F-feels really good. Don’t...don’t stop please...Jeongin...”

Absentmindedly, your hips had started to grind against his leg, and he had taken notice of it too. Had you been a bit more attentive, you could’ve seen the way that his member had swelled in his navy slacks, and throbbed, begging for attention too.

You could barely watch, but he hiked your shirt up, baring your cushy tummy for him to see only and you threw your embarrassed arms over your face. As long as you had kept the evil words at bay, they were much more seductive than any affirmation you could’ve repeated to yourself.

“Oh-are you okay?” Do you want me to stop?” The young boy immediately stopped and removed his hands. “Did I do something wrong?”

“N-no...it’s just...I’m really nervous be-because I’m--”

He sighed, then pulled your shirt down once more. “I can stop doing that for now. But...I just want you to know...I think that everything about you is even more beautiful than you know and these...imperfections--which they’re not--is everything that drives me crazy. Please don’t think that I see you negatively at all. I promise that I want to make you feel good everywhere.”

“Mm-okay.” You shook with a heavy sigh. “You aren’t...disappointed or anything?”

Jeongin pressed a simple kiss onto your upper lip with a smile “Disappointed? Why?”

“Because I don’t want--”

“--No?? I’m not disappointed at all! You don’t owe me anything at all! Especially when you’re not comfortable with it.”

“Hm, thank you.”

He continued with a tiny grunt, lowering himself even closer to you, “Can I please kiss you some more?”

You allowed him, with the warmth of your kisses' meeting in the middle. The heat in your pussy pooled even greater, and you grinded further, thirsting for him in ways that felt forbidden. For a brief moment, you felt the fear seeping back in, head racing with the dozens of thoughts that he might have if he were to see your stretch marks on your belly and on the top-parts of your thighs. The more that you found desire for him, the less that you were convinced that he wouldn’t desire you as much as you did him.

“Do you want...I can touch down here too?” Jeongin hushed, breaking for a minute to hold your eyes earnestly. “Would that be okay?”

He had noticed the way that you had pathetically rubbed into his leg, and this too sent your hands over your shy face.

“M’ sorry...I can’t help...it feels good too...”

“Don’t apologize! I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel the same way.” Your crush smiled with his eyes smiling in the same way. “You can...probably tell.”

“--But...what if you don’t like it?”

He cocked his head, “Like what?”

Your lip quivered and you found tears stinging your eyes once more. “Don’t like..m-me? What I look like?”

“What!? Y/n...my head is like frickin’ spinning thinking about what you look under these clothes--can you please believe me?”

“It...it’s hard to...” Fat tears came waterfalling down your cheeks, and once again the young boy fully stopped his advances.

“The fact that I’m here with you, kissing you like this after daydreaming about it for so long...there’s nothing more that I want than to make you feel good right now. Trust me.”

“A-are you sure?”

“Y/n. I’m 100% sure. And you don’t--you don’t have to even take this off if you don’t want to...” He toyed with your skirt. “But these might get in the way.” He ran both of his hands up and down your thighs and leggings with flat palms, and you felt your whole body ache for more than just that. “Again, we don’t have to if you don’t want.” he gave you a reassuring smile, “We still have the whole summer--”

“I do!! I...still do...”

Your quick answer started the both you, but Jeongin still didn’t advance faster than what was comfortable to you. Instead, he carefully snaked his hands up and under your skirt, finding the elastic of the leggings then pulled.

His eyes blew out, enamored, seeing your bare skin, and he wetted his lips too seeing the way that your underwear had glistened with your essence. It was against your will, but you had soaked through your panties which he had swiped over a couple times accidentally, and the action itself sent an aching quiver to your untouched bud. You watched his every move has he angled his hand to ghost over the wet fabric, making you squeak from the new sensation. After, he found the band to your panties, pulling them down too.

“Wow.” He gasped, seeing the way that your bud twitched.

Jeongin dipped his fingers into your wetted folds, teasing at first.

“Woah.” He said with a little gasp. “You’re really...”

You stifled a moan with your lip, feeling your cheeks grow even warmer as his digits slicked with your arousal. “I-I know...I’ve never like, done anything like this before.”

The young boy’s thumb grazed over your clit, eliciting an immediate response, and your heels went digging into the cushion of the couch.

“This is your first time?’ He asked gently, two fingers now filling up your entrance.

The best you could, you tried to remain quiet, but the harder and deeper that he had advanced, the harder that it became. Your eyes wandered, right to the pressure he had created under his belt loops, and you wondered furiously what he would’ve felt like inside of you; if he could stretch you out, or what it would have felt to just be like that with another person.

Jeongin admired the way that your face scrunched up with a prideful little smile, and loved every minute of the way that your mouth would form airy “oh’s.”

“You like feeling my fingers inside of you? Fucking right into your wet pussy?”

His gaze held a lusty glaze seeing the way that your eyes blew out upon hearing his dirty words, and it only seemed to make him throb even harder himself.

“Y-yes...” You mewled, reaching out grabby hands to hold yourself steady on his shoulders, the other going to tug at his belt.

“I-I wouldn’t mind if you...you know...”

Jeongin rolled his body over yours, attaching his lips with yours once more just to let the words stick on your tongue. “You want me to fuck you?”

“Only-only if you want to--” You could barely get the words out feeling your thighs to shake as he coaxed your nearer and nearer with his thumb rubbing circles over your enlarged button.

“Of course I want to.” He assured you with even more kisses. “Are you sure?”

You hooked a couple of your fingers to pull out his black leather belt from its confines, muttering a tiny “yes.”

Jeongin carried out the rest of your job for you, going to quickly clink the metal of his belt away, tossing it to the cement floor haphazardly. From the boxers that he wore, there were a couple little wet stains, and the outline of his dick protruded thickly. Seeing it like this awakened something in you, something primal and feral that wanted nothing more to be connected to this boy and to have him spread you out until you could barely breathe. It was a horribly naughty thought, but as shameful as you felt, it was just as thrilling.

The boy sprung free his erect member, pink and dripping with his pearly pre-cum, and pumped at it a couple times, eyes raking over your whole body in the way that you had only ever dreamed of.

“This is actually...my first time too.”

He had said the words coolly, almost like he didn’t care at all about them, but you had assumed he had done so to keep you from worry.

“Oh fuck--” He muttered, taking his left hand to reach under your shirt once more and play with your breast roughly. “God, I can’t believe that this is happening.”

You coyly hiked up your skirt a bit higher for him to get better access, but not all the way, just as far as you could feel comfortable.

“I might’ve thought about this a couple times...” Jeongin said with a tiny smirk, then slowly dipped his hand back down to wet his fingers with your arousal, then coat it around his length. When he did so, he let out an unapologetic groan that wavered out of his mouth and filled up the room beautifully.

“I’m gonna go slow, okay? I feel like I heard somewhere that it can kind of hurt for you the first time?”

You nodded out quickly to let him know, finally becoming impatient enough to claw at his arms all wrapped up in that grey hoodie of his.

He leaned down one final time, kissing you over before aligning himself with your pussy, kissing down your jaw, then to your neck where he buried his head as he lead himself into you. His arms shook where he held himself up, and the two of you shuddered at the feeling at last: that euphoric, tight, unreal feeling that you shared for the first time.

You whimpered out, digging your nails into his back, and his breath hitched in his throat too.

“I-its...s-so..tight.” Jeongin barely got the words out, but merely let himself throb around your velvet walls for a moment. “Y-you okay?”

“Mmhm.” You said, barely able to get more words out than this.

Truthfully, it did hurt just a little, but not as much as you had pictured it to be, but it was more like a pressure, and it only grew heavier as you got used to him.

Jeongin started to thrust his hips slowly, even painfully so, but he maintained his pace dragging his hips over yours. He filled you up so fully it was unfathomable, and his length pressed up against your deepest spot, sending a kind of electricity through your whole body.

He settled into a rhythm, finally getting comfortable enough to return back to your mouth to slick his tongue across yours, and cradle the side of your face in his hand. You let little whimpers fade into his mouth, as he did for you, and after long, he had decided to speed up just slightly to milk himself off with your tight walls. To your surprise, he reached his hand back down to your clit to rub at it erratically. His pattern made little sense, but compared to how he had been stimulating you deep inside too, you could barely hold on.

Jeongin grunted, biting into your lip with a trace of teeth. “I-I want you to c-cum first--I can’t...I can’t--”

Before you could even understand what he had said, the young boy snapped his hips harder, eyes closed and tiny bits of sweat forming on his brow. The pads of his fingers pushed harder, and you found yourself spinning even closer to an orgasm by his hand, the thought alone was enough to fulfil your deepest fantasies.

“I want you to cum all over my dick for me, okay? Sh-shit...”

“Jeong--”

“God, you’re...fuck...” He laughed a little. “I really really like you y/n. I really...”

It was as if the words had been stolen right from his mouth, and his voice had abandoned him, but all he could do was press harder, faster, glide his hips over you rougher...

“M’ gonna--” You gasped out with your whole core tightening into a knot that was just about ready to snap. The pressure behind your clit was intense and burning, and you became light-headed nearing the brink.

All at once you came with a searing and inexplainable white heat--much more intense than you had ever felt before in your whole life, and every single muscle in your body quaked as you did so, and you threw your head back to that dusty cushion of the couch. Your eyes rolled back on their own accord, and the best that you could do to muffle your moans was throw your hand over your mouth--which was quickly removed by the young man to do the job himself.

Your thighs violently shook and you felt yourself tighten around him. He too strung out explicatives as if they were the only words that he had known. You breathed out shallow gasps into his palm, and soon he tore himself out of your walls with incessant breaths, only having to jerk himself off for a few moments before his swollen tip burst with the white strings of his cum. He continued jerking himself as such until he had nothing more to give, and his own thighs shook where he had straddled you. You could feel his warmth on your thigh and the way that it dripped and slicked with the sweat of your leg.

Jeongin’s entire face flushed with pink, and he stammered out realizing the mess that he had made all over you.

“I-I’m so sorry...I-I didn’t realize, I wasn’t thinking...I just...”

While it was a predicament, you mustered the best smile that you could for him, secretly and utterly loving the way that it felt on your bare skin.

“I’ve got...I can figure something out--”

“--Jeongin?”

His attention snapped back to you in your afterglow, and you could practically see the boy melt right then and there.

“--Don’t worry about it.”

Just as he had been before, his smile creased into a shy and awkward little line, and he could barely hold your eyes. After the initial embarrassment, he couldn’t help himself but admire you.

“Hey Y/n?”

“Yeah?”

“I don’t know if you’ve ever heard this before, but I really do think that you’re perfect. If not perfect for yourself, I hope that I can show you how you are to me. You’re perfect for me. You’ve always been.”

“So have you.” You admitted to him in that cobwebbed room that held all kinds of forgotten trinkets and items.

“And thank you for giving me your letter too.” Jeongin raised the back of your hand to his lips where he placed a chaste kiss, then helped you carefully back up as to not make a mess of your skirt with the white staining your leg.

Your crush smiled, then let out a gleeful exhale, “I can’t wait for this summer.”

~🌹~

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Bjørnekram

I’m a super newbie to the Vikings fandom (better late than never?), but I saw @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie post about writing fluffy Bjorn. And, like my Hvitserk fic, the idea wouldn’t leave my brain. This is my second published fic ever, so I hope it is enjoyable.

Warnings: Heavy petting, bear hugs, fluff, ignoring the entire Vikings plot

Crossposted on AO3

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When the envoy came, you didn’t think it would change your life. Your father and Ragnar had been close friends when you were young. At that time your family had lived in Kettegat, but when your grandfather died your father was called to return to the village so he could be Jarl. Now, Ragnar requests your father’s presence at the Solstice feast to talk about raiding together in the spring.

It has been a few years since you’d played with Ragnar’s sons, but hearing the envoy talk about Kattegat thrusts you back to your memories of running around the town square, playing hide and seek between buildings. Always trying to hide Ivar with you, or getting Ubbe to carry you on his back.

Of course your father accepts the summons of his oldest friend, and decides to bring you and your mother along, leaving your elder brother in charge of the village.

During the journey to Kattegat you thought about how you’d changed. You’re no longer a tiny child to be carried around. You’re a woman with wide hips, large breasts, and the larger squishy middle of a person who is well cared for, and has the luxury of being a Jarl’s daughter. Your mother always says your body is made for children, but you’re not so sure about that just yet. “I need a man for that first, Mother” you usually respond, but no one in your village has caught your eye or even tried to pursue you.

Your family’s arrival is a celebration. After the long journey all you wish to do is lay down on a bed of furs and sleep until the next full moon, but your mother’s look says your presence is necessary. There is food and mead, and you fill your belly sitting with the sons of Ragnar and hearing of their raiding adventures.

The boys have all changed too. Now they are handsome young men, with beards and longer hair than you remember. You’re next to Ubbe, and tug on his impressive beard saying “When did this come about, hmm?”

“Probably around when those did for you, love.” He cranes his head as if to look down your dress. Then winks and laughs nudging you with his shoulder.

You turn bright red and cross your arms, returning his nudge with a hearty shoulder shove of your own.

“We have all grown up in the years we’ve been gone, no?” A voice rumbles from your left.

You look over to see Bjorn has sat next to you. And he seems to have changed the most of them all. Even sitting he seems to tower over you, and his shoulders take up almost two spaces themselves. You nod over your cup of ale and giggle saying “Hello, Bjorn.”

His returning grin is playful as he responds “Hello, Y/N.” Your early time in Kattegat was spent while Bjorn was with his mother, but clearly he knows who you are. If you’d heard tales of Bjorn Ironside from his brothers, perhaps they were telling tales of you too.

Another guest captures his attention from across the table, and you’re all swept up in the feasting and conversation. Over the course of the night you get closer and closer to Bjorn and he takes the chance to wrap an arm around you, resting his hand on the bench. You’re wrapped in warmth and all you can smell is him. He smells soothing, like home fires, cooked meat and the mead you’ve been consuming. Soon your head is resting on his shoulder and you’re nearly falling asleep at the table. After a massive yawn you feel his chest shake with laughter as he says “Maybe I should take you to sleep, Y/N.”

You hum and close your eyes, burrowing further into his soft tunic. He laughs again and starts to move. Dislodging you a bit he climbs off the bench, but starts to anchor a hand around your hip. You realise he is meaning to carry you to bed. Your eyes shoot open and you start to protest.

“Bjorn, no. I am too heavy.” You say though he continues to scoop his other hand under your knees. “Nonsense.” Is all he says as he lifts and suddenly you are in the air. He stays still for a moment, and you wriggle a little then nestle your head under his chin and close your eyes again. No one has attempted to carry you for many years, and you don’t want to stare at him in awe the entire time he is holding you.

The walk to your room feels like seconds as you start to drift back to sleep feeling supported, wrapped in his scent and his arms. Between the long journey, delicious food, and copious amounts of mead and ale there was no way you could stay awake for any longer.

Bjorn sets you gently on your bed, but you whine as he pulls away. He huffs touching his forehead to yours, and covering you in furs. Before he leaves, you feel him press a gentle kiss to your head and his massive hand pushes a few strands of hair away from your face. “Sleep well, Y/N,” he whispers, and it is the last thing you hear before a deep sleep takes you.

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In the morning you are embarrassed at your behavior. Falling asleep at the table, and on Bjorn no less. You thought that would receive endless amounts of teasing from the brothers. At least he was sweet about it, and as you get ready for your day you touch your forehead remembering his gentle goodnight kiss.

When you arrive in the great hall there is only your mother and Aslaug who tells you, “The men have gone hunting.” You nod and sit at the table to eat your morning meal. The rest of your day is spent with your sewing tasks and learning about the village from Aslaug.

Close to dinner the great hall doors thrust open and your father and Ragnar burst in with their arms around each other laughing uproariously. Those who are in the Great Hall stand to greet them.

“We will have to hold another feast to eat the meat we’ve caught this day!” Ragnar shouts. “No, Brother! Food enough to salt and keep for raiding England!” Your father returns, rejoicing. They continue to the head of the table where your father presses a kiss to your mother’s brow. You smile gently at their affection, before letting out a horrific squeal!

“Y/N!” Bjorn bellows as he lifts you up and spins you around. “Come see what we have caught!” You can smell the ale on his breath. They must have been drinking while hunting.

He places you next to their palette of slaughtered animals. They’ve got rabbits and fish, but the most impressive is the large buck whose antlers reach out from under the smaller prey. You try to step closer, but don’t move an inch. Bjorn holds his hands fast around your middle and pulls you back just a little so your bodies are aligned. You stiffen slightly before turning to look up at the big man and see his incredible blue eyes inches from yours. Blushing, you nod just a little and turn to look back at their haul.

“A magnificent array indeed! We will have to celebrate.” You turn your head to look around the room and loudly suggest “Some mead for everyone, perhaps?”

“Mead!” All the men shout and the thralls pour in with jugs and cups, and soon another feast has begun.

You smile widely and tip your head up to look at Bjorn, your hands coming to rest over his and you squeeze just a little. “Mead?” you ask him, and he starts to lower his head. Your heart starts pounding, thinking perhaps we will kiss you in the middle of the newly crowded great hall.

But alas he only rests his forehead on yours, inhales, and says “You smell like home,” so quietly you almost think he didn’t say it. He presses a quick kiss to your brow before tightening his arms and lifting you gently to the table where he sits and places you on his lap. Your heart is in your throat and you know your eyes are wide as saucers as you realise Bjorn has no intentions of letting you off him as you feast.

Hvitserk pushes a mug of mead toward you, and you’re grateful to try and hide your blushing cheeks behind it. You grab the nearest plate of meat and begin to eat. Meanwhile, oblivious to your pounding heart and warm core, the tale of the great hunt begins.

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As the evening winds down you start to move off of Bjorn, getting as far as moving your butt to the bench before he catches your knees and holds you to him. “And where are you going?” he asks.

“I wish to sleep, Bjorn” you sigh.

“Then I will take you.”

“May I walk on my own this time?”

He seems to think over your question, before staring you straight in the eye saying “No.”

You furrow your brow and stick out your lower lip, pouting.

“That trick won’t work on me, maiden.” He releases your knees to tap you on the nose, and you cross your eyes, sticking your tongue out at him. His laugh is deep and hearty, and your heart soars to hear it.

You can’t help but smile back, and he pulls you with him to stand from the bench. The table whoops and hollers at the two of you, his brothers the loudest of all. You wrap your arms around Bjorn’s significant shoulders as he adjusts his hold on you, fingers brushing your thighs and sides causing heat to rush through your body.

You’re both quiet on the way to your rooms, and his hands are so warm where they press as if branding your skin through your dress. It is hard to think of anything but how his body feels against yours and how you wish he had kissed you in the great hall.

When you get to your room, he doesn’t lay you on the bed as you expect. Instead, Bjorn wraps both arms around you and holds you so you are eye level. Both his hands are pressed tightly against your hips and butt, and he is just holding all of you. It feels special, like nothing you’d ever experienced before.

Slowly he lets you slide down his body, your eyes never breaking contact. As your toes touch the floor he leans down and presses his lips to yours. His lips are softer than you imagined and they feel so gentle. Slowly you press back against him, keeping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer to you.

His mouth opens against yours, and you nip at his bottom lip. He groans into your mouth and those massive hands travel across your body, one hand grabbing at your full bottom and the other taking a handful of your breast. Your fingers scratch against the soft shaven parts of his hair, and you moan into the kiss.

He bends his knees and lifts you up again. “Bjorn!” You exclaim as the kiss is broken. “Why in Odin’s name do you lift me so much?” He stares at you, eyebrows raised, while he just keeps you in the air, your legs wrapped around his hips. “Not... not that I am complaining. You’re so strong, but no one has lifted me since I was a child. And I didn’t think... well I didn’t think anyone could.”

He lays you gently on the bed and climbs in after you, all the while keeping you in his embrace. “You’re a beautiful woman, and I want you in my arms. Is that reason enough?”

You stare at him for some minutes, seeing the sincerity in his eyes, the strong arch of his brow, his patrician nose, the stubble forming on his cheeks. He lets you look your fill, as you feel his hands travel up your back and around your stomach, skimming your mound over your dress. You’re exploring him with your eyes, but he is worshiping you with his touch. You nod and kiss him again, taking the opportunity to press your body to his. He is scorching, pressed against every inch of you as the kissing continues.

His hands travel further across your body, lifting your dress and squeezing your bare ass. In return you reach to shove his tunic off. The next thing you know all your clothes are on the floor. His naked body feels soft against your chilled skin and the hair on his chest is pressed tight to your bare breasts. Your kisses are lazy, tongues dancing as you explore each other’s newly exposed skin.

After what feels like hours with his hands cradling your thighs and playing with your breasts you interrupt the kissing with a large yawn. Bjorn chuckles as he rubs his nose against yours.

“Sleep, maiden. I will make you scream my name tomorrow” he says quietly.

“I suppose that will have to do,” you reply, and push yourself up to blow out the candles next to the bed. He takes the opportunity to fondle your exposed breast, and you giggle dropping your body down to squash his hand between you. He hums, pressing a kiss to your temple and you kiss his chest, moving to tuck your head under his chin. You both settle together as he pulls out his trapped hand to pull you ever closer.

And that is how you fall asleep. With Bjorn’s heartbeat in your ear, wrapped in the warmth of this unexpected gift from the gods.

#bjorn x reader #plus size reader #vikings #bjorn ironside x reader #bjorn ironside #bear hugs #fanfic #fanfiction #Yes the name means Bear Hugs in Danish #no i’m not sorry #this time I made a moodboard!#pics are from pinterest #no i’ve never made a moodboard #so many new things #I’m a Hvitserk girl all the way #but there’s something about being smothered by a big man that’s just alluring #now I can get back to my Pirate!Hvitty fic

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emptyacnt · 3 years ago

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Made for love (Sanemi x F! Reader) NSFW

Minors DNI!

The battle was over. His brother was dead. Sanemi now had no one, he had no family, he didn't even have a reason to be a swordsman anymore. He wanted to retire comfortably, but how could he when fighting was the only thing he could ever do right. He moved. Away from where demon slayer headquarters had once been to a small home several days walk away. In the mornings he would sit on his porch and watch the sun rise, and allow himself to cry. It seemed no matter how many mornings this happened, he always had more tears. Tears he had been holding in his entire life.

One day as he did this, he heard a strange rustling noise and instinctively his hand went to the sword at his hip. He couldn't bring himself to stop carrying it for the comfort it brought him. He was surprised to see a large yellow and white dog bound towards him, it's mouth open and tongue lolling out, tail wagging furiously.

"A.. dog?" He said, reaching out his hand as the dog approached him, barking a friendly hello as he nuzzled against Sanemi's hands.

"Are you lost?" He asked. Around the dog's neck was a red collar with a bell and a name tag.

"Hacchan, that you?" He asked. Hacchan barked in response.

"Hacchan! Hacchan!!" A distinctly female voice cried as you came running up the path, chasing Hacchan who had broken away from you to chase an interesting scent. That scent had been Sanemi.

"I'm so sorry sir!" You apologized, bowing deeply.

"It's alright. I like dogs." Sanemi replied, scratching behind Hacchan's fuzzy ears.

"Did you just move here?" He asked, furiously wiping his face to make sure you didn't notice a single tear.

"Yes, we did! Just down the road. Hacchan was friends with all my neighbors back then, I guess he's lonely now with just me.." You said sadly.

"Why'd you move?" Sanemi asked. You hesitated to reply.

"You don't gotta tell me if you don't wanna." He said, shrugging.

"I had been engaged. My fiance imagined I was cheating on him, I wasn't, but he told everyone I did. I was shunned and we had to move." You confessed. Hacchan, sensing your sadness, came to press himself against your side.

"He sounds like a cunt." Sanemi said simply.

You were shocked by his vulgarity.

"What about you? Why did you move out here?" You asked.

"I was a swordsman. But now I guess. I'm just a man." Sanemi said. The sorrow in his voice was so heavy it made you want to cry.

From that day forward Hacchan insisted on visiting Sanemi every morning on your walks, and you began bringing him gifts. When you made dinner in the evening you always brought him a portion the next time you saw him. If you bought tea, you bought enough to share. While Sanemi didn't seem to react one way or the other to this, it certainly didn't go unnoticed. And finally one morning when you were about to turn to continue your walk with Hacchan, he reached out and grabbed your hand.

"Marry me." He said. It wasn't a question, more of a demand. He felt ready to begin the next chapter of his life, to take a wife, to start a family.

You and Hacchan moved in with him shortly after. Though even after living with him for three months, he would never say he loved you and you still hadn't slept together. Finally you got fed up with this, wondering why he asked you to move in with him if he didn't intend to act like a couple with you. He was sitting on your shared futon reading and you settled yourself onto his lap. He looked up from his book, raising an eyebrow at you.

"Sanemi, do you love me?" You asked.

Sanemi didn't reply. He seemed to be thinking for a long time.

"I don't know. I want to love you. I can't tell. The only people I have ever truly loved are dead. Perhaps if I let myself love you, you will die too. Or maybe, I am simply not built to love." He said, an edge of anger in his voice. You wrapped your arms around him, pressing his head against your soft chest.

"Of course you are built for love, everyone is!" You said. Sanemi made a strange almost growl as he pushed himself away from you, tearing open your yukata. He ripped the fabric off of your shoulders, exposing your breasts and completely tearing your obi in half. You had never experienced strength like that, and you sat there stunned on his lap, almost completely exposed to him.

"How can you say that? My hands are trained to kill demons and that's it, I'm not good at anything else, I don't know how to make them do anything else, I only know how to destroy." He said, his voice cracking under the weight of tears that wouldn't come.

"You are made for love. You can do more than destroy." You said, quietly but sternly nonetheless. You took his hands, so much larger and rougher than yours, pressing them against your breasts. Your nipples, already hard, pressed against the palms of his hands and he groaned as he felt his cock beginning to harden.

"You can be gentle." You said, leaning forward to kiss him as you moved his hands in slow circles on your breasts. Sanemi stared at your chest when you broke the kiss, flexing his fingers as he groped and kneaded you, pinching and twisting your nipples.

"A-ah! Gentle!" You said.

Sanemi grunted in reply and leaned down to take one of your nipples in his mouth, he bit it, but before you could scold him he was suckling and licking it with perfect gentleness. His hands slid the remains of your yukata off and then snaked up and down your body, rubbing your back, your arms, your hips and ass. He finally released your breast and looked up at you.

"You're so damn soft. Squishy, warm.." He mused, hugging you so he could feel your breasts press up against his scarred chest.

“Wanna know what you feel like in here..” he said, brushing two of his calloused fingers against your cunt. He pushed your panties aside, swirling his fingertips around your entrance.

“Already wet, huh?” he said, smirking at you.

“Well I.. Love you a lot Nemi.. I’ve wanted to be with you for a while..” you confessed.

Sanemi looked up at you, placing a rough hand on your cheek.

"I love you." He said. It hurt him to say it. The only people he had ever said that to were dead. You noticed how he seemed to become lost in thought, or dragged away from this moment by some painful distant memory.

“Stay here, with me.” you said gently as you kissed him.

Sanemi tangled his fingers into your hair, kissing you deeply while he shoved two fingers into you, curling them against your g-spot roughly. You gasped and arched your back, and Sanemi held you close, pressing you to him.

"Tell me how it feels." he growled against your neck, reaching his free hand down to untie his hakama, reaching into them to stroke himself.

"Feels good.." you managed between soft moans.

"Your fingers are rough b-but, it feels good.."

Sanemi deftly flipped you over, pressing your legs to your chest as he kissed you gently. His body was so warm and strong, your eyes fluttered shut as you enjoyed the comfort of being so close to him, until he shoved himself into you in one hard thrust. You gasped as your eyes flew open. Sanemi fucked you slowly, painfully slowly. Dragging his cock out slow and pushing it back in all the way to your cervix.

"N-Nemi, faster please!" you begged, holding onto his biceps tightly.

"Faster? I thought you wanted me to be gentle." he said, his tone teasing and sarcastic.

"Sanemi please, you feel so good-" you gasped as he picked up his pace immediately, ruthlessly pounding you into the futon.

"You feel so fucking good baby.." he growled.

"Tight, so warm.." he said, he grunted with practically every thrust, his eyes squeezed shut as he focused on the feeling of your slick walls around him.

"I should've done this a long time ago.." he said, licking your neck before biting it hard. Any wish you had for him to be gentle with you was gone.

"I-I wanted you to!" you managed, words becoming more and more difficult as your climax approached.

"Yeah? Did you want me to just force you down and dominate this little cunt?" he asked you bit your lip, your eyes rolling back as the lewdness of his words pushed you over the edge. He grabbed your chin, forcing you to open your mouth.

"Lemme hear you, you're gonna make me cum.." he said as he fucked you even harder, a punishing pace as you gushed around him. You were nearly screaming by now, unable to even continue holding onto his arms as your body trembled. The sight of you so completely destroyed because of him, and only him, made him finally climax. You could feel his release, his hot cum filling you up as he let out a feral growl. He stayed inside of you for a while after he finished, panting against your neck.

"I love you." he said breathlessly, kissing your cheek gently.

"I love you too, Nemi." you said, wrapping your arms around him and hugging him tightly.

#luca writes #demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #sanemi shinazugawa x reader #kny oneshots #demon slayer oneshots #kny x reader

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muffindaddystyles · 4 years ago

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Request: Could u do one where y/n is a stripper but her and Harry are already together. So Harry and his friends all know y/n works at the strip club because she’s Harry girl and they all go up there and she gives him a lap dance?? Idk I just need something dirty😂✋🏽

Disclaimer: Public infatuation, spitting and teasing.

Do you ever see shit crumbling down infront of your eyes and said, "fuck it." before taking the step that could have a ominous impact on your life? Perhaps Y/N did the same. When she couldn't pay for her UNI she started working at a club as a waitress, scrubbing the awful stickiness of beers and alchol wasn't a nightmare for her at least.

She always admired the girls outdoing themselves on stage, something so fascinating about having men on the tip of their shoes and emptying their pockets just to have a watch of mere skin.

One night when the clock striked past 2 am and the club had barely three people her friend ushered her on the stage, it wasn't sexy and eroticaly mind blogging. She was trying to have fun (she's very socially akward and have a stage phobia). Rather, cute as she danced in her pink skirts and showy apron not caring when her headband slid down as she spinned around the pole with loud giggles.

What took her gasp away was a beautiful man sitting in the corner dimmed away from the bashing lights of the room. Hand adorned in gems and jewels wrapped around the crystal glass of beer as he sat man-spreading in a black suit, a white shirt underneath that gives the glimpse of his tattoos and an evident smirk of ferver for her that made her tummy scorch.

"Y/N!" The bartender shouted for her, "Take this order for the table 22, quick." She tumbles down two stairs hastily and it takes out a chuckle from his lips, his eyes following her constantly. The glass of another bevy is for none other than the man with emarld eyes and chocolate curls.

She approaches him with a bicker between her mind and heart to shut the fuck up, as she slides the glass infront of him without glancing up at him.

"Y'dance gorgeously." His voice sultry and so so supple she couldn't belive it came out from him. "Uhm thank you . . . but 'm not what you're thinking 'm." She fumbles with her apron back treating slowly and he raises his brows not in amusement but in acknowledgement puffering out his bottom red lip she oh so gonna think about whole night.

"Doesn't matter, eh." She nods, "like somethin' else?" Her smile. Harry think her smile lit up his previous grumpy mood and his eyes falls over her shoes, he didn't like that they were literally about to thread into patches.

"Nope. Jus' headin' out, take care, love." Fuck him. There's no way she wouldn't imagine about him, being there in her dainty loft.

He left a bunch of cash as her tip and it made her all blushy.

Their next encounter was rather funny. Bumping into eachother at a grocery shop and her collection of junk food, cans of sweet sodas and candies went flying infront of him making her feel giddy that what he'd think about him? A child of five ready to go back to school?

His apologies were cut short when he sees it's her and his eyes went glowy. She's completely a different person when not under the blazing lights, so soft and clean wearing a cream coloured sweater, curdoury lilac pants and spectacles perched atop her bunny nose.

Him in a rolling stones tee and slacks.

"Y'alright, there?" He asks her with a brush to her elbow and she nods, "oh, Mr. Gucci pants?" That was the point where their love story started not a clićhe one but Harry's head over heels for her to this day. She calls him Gucci pants to annoy him cause his trousers that had a visible gucci label on the hem of them.

Then after few months of them hanging out and their first kiss she got to know that he's the owner of the club she fucking works at. She didn't know what to do, is that okay to date something out of your status and league? Even boss? She ghosted him for weeks and realized that how much she missed him. His thoughts didn't seem to leave her mind at all, his lips and kisses.

They've a most healthy relationship, he doesn't stop her from working at club as a waitress neither does he feels remorseful when she gets angry for paying her extra replying with cheekiness, "can't wait to have our bank accounts together, i like to give y'me lovin' sweet bug."

Their sex life's a proper satisfaction for both of them, Harry's such a caring domineering to her and it makes her cry sometimes when she floats into her sub-space. She loves to have him inside her after rough nights and to have sex in the morning getting sticky due to him hardening while still inside her.

She's public shy so they never try anything outside (harry respects her boundaries and gives her space whenever she needs some) but giving him a blowjob in his car doesn't seem that scary, does it? And the fact she loves to keep him warm and wet in her mouth everytime. He exposed her to the world of sex toys and how to use them, she was hesitant in the start but now loves to play with herself while he caresses his cock infront of her.

She hates being tied up! Always wants to touch him and feel his velvety skin. He ties up when she's being a bad puppy.

She loves when he fucks her from behind on her knees studying and sometimes she likes him harsh too, to be pounded raw, it makes her panties soak with yearn to have him.

But, in general he's all pet names and kisses. Gifting her silks and making her matchas. Cuddles and hugs from behind. Though, he likes to be a small spoon with his face tucked between her squishy tits and likes to have back rubs by her when the work gets a load on him.

Today though she'd like to come out of her cocoon and do something bold to show him that she wanna put the same effort to turn him on as he does. She doesn't know that her only presence stiffens his dick.

Harry was along his friends in his usual spot away from the bustling crowd when the patter of heels distracted them making their heads perk up, "would you guys like something?" She asks them and Nialler who's already miffed bad hiccups, "another bevy fo' me." She rolls her eyes at him sticking her tongue out.

"Then fetch one for yourself." While they bickered Harry admired his girl. The curve of her peach and her fleshy thighs, the stocking she's wearing doing nothing to satiate his burn to fuck her right now on these tables infront of everyone. "Anddd what'd you like to 've, Sir." She dips her knee between his thighs near his crotch whispering sultry-ly in his ear and pressing her wet lips against his earlobe on purpose.

"You." He smiles bashfully running his hands under her skirt and thighs giving it lil smack making her squeal softly, "'m all yours to take." She smooches a kiss to his mouth and presses her panties clad cunt against his man-spread moaning subtly when he groped her ass to assist her in humping him.

"Get a room you guys!!" Their friends hollered and Harry was quick to take Y/N's hand leading her to a private room, "On the sofa legs spread fo' me." She doesn't listen to him and pushes him down instead crawling up his lap.

"No." She tries to use the most intimidating voice, "what? You sound like a kitten, baby." He teases her letting his fingers linger over her garter and she hisses when he snaps it. She pins his wrists between them telling him grumpy-ly, "I - said - no." Her neck stretches giving Harry more skin to plant kisses as she brought his hand to cup them against her pussy.

"Wanna fuck me 'n d'the dirty work yourself? Go on then." He murmures grazing her collarbones with his teeth and palms her chest, stroking the perked nipple again and again to make her wet than she already's. Except of undressing him herself she orders him because she's too far gone to do anything other than have his cock pounding inside her, "Undress." When he does so she wraps her hand around his huge prick and taps his cherry lips with her fingers.

Pulling at his foreskin for some time and coating it perfectly with his own pre-come she sides her panties with shaky fingers and sinks down on him completely, she loves this position. In this way he feels too big inside her, deep to her tummy and could embrace eachother cosily.

"This's what you wanted? To fuck yourself with me prick, to keep it forever inside you?" He grabs her from sides helping her ride him and she hugs his shoulders whimpering with each languid stroke of his thickness against her spongy walls, "yes, yes, yes." His balls slaps against her bum and she squeezes around him with a cry.

He tuts in a mean voice, "Look how 've turned me sweet innocent Y/N into a filthy girl whose cunt's always drippin' with me cum." Her hairline beads with sweat and she muffles her moans by bitting him, he yanks her.

"Let everybody listen how hard ye're bein' pounded." He growls spanking her ass to a plump redness, groping her asscheeks to push harder and it makes her squirt around him.

"More, more, please more." She says in a soft hoarseness thighs quaking around his waist from exhaustion and he chuckles kissing her temple rolling her sensitive clit with the pad of thumb to make her cum, "oh! Harry — " This time she moans without holding back and when she doesn't stop moving Harry takes the hint.

"Bug you're gettin' tired." He flips them. Pressing her thigh against the back of couch with a tight grip of his hands around, so tight it'll leave imprints. Looking down a whimper slips from his throat at the sight of her widely spread for him and her pussy lips wrapped around his rock hard cock, though the sofa is already ruined with their wetness he spits where they're connected.

The dirty, sloppy wet noises of them turns him on so bad and he laps at her nipples like a kitten would do drilling inside her vigorously it makes her gasp in pleasure, moan and cry his name.

She rakes her nails down his spine when he grinds down at her in rough circles, "I'm gonna cum." She cries out cramping around him and their bones rattles with each pound she receives from him.

"Come fo' me darlin', gonna count to three — " He caresses her jaw, kissing her again and again face expression bundling up with the wave of pleasure that's about fluid over him as she thrashes under him, head on the sofa and torso stretching out, "fuck, fuck, fuck." He mutters unloading inside of her in sticky white ribbons that spill out of her because he came alot.

Taking a breather they untangle themselves a little and she whispers snuggling into his neck, "might think we could crash at this sofa tonight." Wrapping her calves around him like a koala.

"But, 'm hungry too." She giggles when her stomach grugled angrily.

"Let's clean up and get fish 'n chips from the next shop." He pets her head.

"Amazing!" She chirps.

#harry styles smut #harry styles dirty one shots #harry smut #harry styles blurb #harry styles fanfiction #dom harry #harry x y/n #harry x reader #submission

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acourtofsnakes · 4 years ago

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Cabur - Rogue, Chapter 6| The Mandalorian x Force Sensitive! Reader (f)

Summary: A few weeks have passed and after landing on a small planet to collect a bounty, you and Mando decide to take a little trip to the market to stock up on some things. Nothing will come up here.. right?

Warnings: Angsty angsty annnnngst, (Sorry, I don’t mean to be so horrible to dear reader), Swearing (mild), brief mentions of death, touching on the same things as chapter 4 but not as heavy but I’ll still add the trigger warnings ♥︎ These chapters will get lighter, I promise,

Not beta read, I wanted to get this one out because I love it so apologies for any mistakes, I’ll be going in to edit a little later

Trigger warnings: Anxiety, horrible thoughts/insults, triggering comments maybe, thoughts of not being able to cope.

Words: About 6210

AN: Okay, okay, so, I was listening to my Rogue playlist on Spotify (link coming soon) and a certain song came on that just fuelled this chapter. SO, I highly recommend listening to Leave A Light On by Tom Walker if you want the vibes for this chapter. Just… honestly, please do it (I may have had tears)

As always, credit to whoever owns the gif. I usually find them on Google or Pinterest, so message me if it’s yours ♥︎

Rogue Taglist: @snipskixandbeskar @weirdowithnobeardo @the-bottom-of-the-abyss

Mando’a translation: Cabur - Protector or Guardian

A few weeks had passed since that night you saved the Mandalorian’s life, since he threw away the bounty puck to keep you safe.

You’d stayed that night grounded, and then when Mando was able to get up in the morning, he flew you off of that dump of a planet.

He didn’t ask anymore but how you had managed to save him. Whether he knew you were lying or not, he hadn’t pushed it, choosing instead to respect you. Kind of like how you respected him and his Creed.

You’d fallen into a sort of routine around the Razor Crest, without either of you realising it. Mando would fly the ship, and you could be found seeing to Grogu and Duru, or tidying things up. Sometimes you would clean the weapons in the cabinet, making sure they stayed in pristine condition.

Now and then, Mando would head out to get a bounty and when he got back, he would let you help patch him up. You never saw his bare skin, respected that. You would look away or close your eyes, pointing out the best things to use or how to administer them. The man was good at first aid, but his answer to everything was to shove the cauteriser on it. So, when you had been passing through some shops one day, you had stocked up on medical supplies, even found a shop selling the same herbs and plants that your mother had taught you about.

You’d even been on a few of the hunts with him.

Of course, you had argued first. When you’d asked him about it one day on the way out of Nevarro, Mando had simply said no.

Which had immediately riled you. You were not a girl who liked that word. You despised that word.

Which is how you’d spent the whole night and next two days bickering, over the question of your safety. When he lost that front, (“Seriously, Mando? I’m a fugitive. And after all, I’ve got a big, strong Mandalorian to protect me”) the Mandalorian had moved on to your lack of thinking before throwing yourself into the firefight.

He lost that one too.

(“Says the man who stole back a child surrounded by Stormtroopers.”

“You’re not coming. End of.”

“Did you want me to bring your pulse rifle over?”

“Are you even listening to me?”

“You’re right. Pulse rifle and an extra blaster.”

“I hate you, you know that?”

“Sure you do, Lori. I’ll see you at the ramp.”)

That nickname had slipped out by accident, and he’d regarded you, for a long time. He’d gone still, and you almost swore you heard a hitch of breath through his helmet and then he just nodded and murmured softly, “See you down there.”

There had been a lot of little moments like that but they were so fleeting that you were almost convinced you’d imagined it. You were imagining a lot of things lately.

Sometimes, when you were walking through forests or towns, you thought you spotted something lingering at the edges of your vision.

A tall figure, cloaked in a hood that was embroidered in either silver or gold, depending on the light.

You’d even asked Mando about it a few times, but he hadn’t seen anything so you simply put it down to a trick of the light or sleeplessness, nightmares still plaguing you now and then.

Regardless of the nightmares and your vision playing tricks on you, you were doing… okay. You were warm, safe, had a comfy place to sleep. You had things to keep you busy, things that weren’t hunting for food or a good spot to hunker down in for the night.

Duru was happy too, having become fast friends with Grogu and the two of them ran rings around you and the Mandalorian. Well, mainly Mando, which you found hilarious because he was such an exasperated dad with them both.

It was a rare reprieve from your life, letting you slow down and… live. Rather than survive.

“I do not talk in my sleep.”

“Yes, you do!! Sometimes, I think you’re awake but you’re just having a fully-fledged conversation with your blanket.”

“Oh, shut up. I know I don’t talk in my sleep, tin can. You were probably just having dreams about me again.” You examined the fruit in front of you, then handed over a few credits to the kind vendor, slipping the fruit in your bag.

The sound of fabric hitting the floor sounded from behind you, and you turned to see that the Mandalorian had dropped the bag you’d made him carry. “I do NOT have dreams about you!” He stooped to pick up the bag, then rose to see you standing with your hands on your hips, eyebrow raised and that damn smirk on your lips.

“Mmhm, is that why you always have to pull something over your lap when I wake you up?”

He stared at you, and you had the very correct feeling that he was looking at you in mild shock, too caught out to come up with his usual cocky response. “I -you.. That’s completely..”

You burst out laughing, rolling your eyes at him and then dropping him a wink, “Come get me when you’ve thought of a response, Lori.” You turned and carried on walking through the market.

The two of you had stopped off on a nearby trading planet, to gather supplies. Mando had recently secured a bounty with your help and it had paid well, giving you enough extra credits to stock up and treat yourselves. Grogu was already half-way through a packet of blue macarons, which would no doubt come back to bite you both later when he was pelting through the ship whilst you tried to catch him. And it would be your fault because you had taken one look at those big ears and eyes, determined not to break but when the little womp rat had cooed at you… Of course, he had gotten his own way.

It felt good, to wander a market and not be scrounging for things under the cover of a hooded cloak. You still had one on, you couldn’t bear to part with this item, the most beautiful piece of clothing you had ever had. You just didn’t have the hood up disguising you.

A gift, from Mando.

The first time you went out with him after the puck was destroyed, Mandalorian had insisted you wear yours. However, it had been covered in his blood from his injury, and you couldn’t get it out, no matter how hard you had tried. It hadn’t bothered you that much, though you were.. not sad as such, but it felt a little strange because it had been one of your few possessions for so long. But, maybe it was a symbol. That things had changed, and that was in the past.

A couple of days later, you had just walked into the cockpit when you noticed there was a package on your seat. When you picked it up, it was squishy, bound in a sort of thick papery material and tied with a length of string.

You’d glanced at the Mandalorian, who was watching you, the picture of calm but his hands had been fiddling with something on his belt, a shockingly nervous gesture you weren’t used to.

That simple, uncertain gesture had risen your pulse and you unwrapped the package, trying not to show how your hands were shaking at the first gift you’d received since being a child.

A gift from the Mandalorian.

Pulling away the paper had revealed a mass of fabric, a blue so deep it was almost the same colour as the night sky. You’d lifted it out and it had unfolded and revealed itself to be a new cloak. The material was soft, thick enough to keep out a biting chill. You’d made a noise of awe and surprise, but had immediately fallen in love with it, pulling it on. It fell to about the middle of your calves and secured at the base of your neck with a small silver clasp.

The inside was lined with a thin layer of heat-reflective material, and when you’d run a hand over it, Mando had finally broken his silence, “I noticed you were always cold, even if you had layers on so I.. wanted to make sure you weren’t cold anymore..”

You swore you could almost feel the heat creeping up his neck, and that softened you. He was nervous about giving you this cloak, like he didn’t know how you would take it.

You had smiled at him, a soft smile that made your eyes glitter like the surrounding stars and placed a hand on his knee lightly, “Thank you, Lori. I adore it, I truly do.” Then you’d spent the next minutes admiring it, putting the hood up and realising it shielded your face in shadow.

So, naturally, you had moved around the cockpit and upper level like a phantom, pretending to be a shadow in the night.

You’d even earned yourself a laugh from the great wall of beskar that was fast becoming your friend. It was only a soft chuckle, just picked up by the vocoder, but all the same, it had lit something within you.

It still echoed in your ears now.

A few moments later, the Mandalorian was back at your side, Grogu in his little bag and Duru walking next to him. “The point still stands. I thought I might finally get some silence at night, but you talk just as much.” His raspy voice had a softened edge, one of teasing and you might even have heard the hints of a smile playing at his lips.

You turned to look at him over your shoulder, “You love it when I talk. I have to talk to you, otherwise I’d be worried you had turned to stone. You’re so quiet sometimes.” You stopped at a stall, admiring the fabrics here – not to buy, just to look at the different things in a place you had never seen before.

The Mandalorian made a soft noise, “No, sweetheart, that’s just called quiet time. You might want to try it sometime.”

You opened your mouth to speak, but something behind Mando caught your eye. Rising up on tiptoe, you peered over his shoulder… but there was nothing there. Weird. You could have sworn you saw someone wearing a hood just… watching you.

You shrugged, assuming you had imagined it like before and then looked back to the man before you, “I can be quiet. I just choose to fill your hours with my wonderful voice.” You flashed him a grin, eyes dancing.

A voice cut across before Mando could talk to you, “You.” It was a snarl, tinged with recognition that wasn’t exactly the most positive. It was bitter, aggressive and almost… pained.

Mando turned quickly, his hand flying toward the blaster on his hip, instinct overriding him. His movement allowed you to see who had just interrupted the conversation.

A lady stood there, with curly magenta hair twisted up into a braid. She had tattoos along her neck, and her eyes were a shocking green. She was breathing quickly, staring at you with such disdain that it made your neck prickle.

How did you know this woman? You’d never been to this planet before.

You blinked, holding up your hands as a surrender gesture, “Uh… I’m sorry but I don’t know you. I think you must have me confused with someone else…”

The lady shook her head fiercely, making the whisps of her hair that had escaped bounce wildly. “No. I do not have you confused. I would know you anywhere.” Her eyes were wild with fury, pinning you to the ground with just a stare.

“I’m sorry, but I really don’t know who you are. Maybe you could tell me your name?” You extended a hand, trying to diffuse this situation and help the woman understand that you aren’t who she thinks.

She flinched back from your reach, even though she was still a good few feet away. “How dare you. You don’t even know who I am?” She made a noise of disgust, looking you up and down in such a way that you were surprised the skin didn’t flay from your bones, “Typical. I don’t know why I’m surprised. She was probably just another tool to you, wasn’t she? Another person to use and discard like trash.”

You blinked, your hands dropping to your sides. Your skin began to tighten, your blood turning a little frosty. You looked to the side, seeing a few people start to stop and watch this altercation happen.

The Mandalorian seemed to pick up on this at the same time as you. He turned more toward the lady, his hand still within reach of his blaster, “Why don’t we take this somewhere more private?”

The woman barely even looked at him, “Don’t get involved in this, Mandalorian. You’re just as bad as she is. At least to do what you do, you have to have respect and creed. You have morals, no matter how murky they are.” She jabbed a finger at you, “Unlike this savage monster.”

Your breathing immediately shallowed, getting a little unsteady as she spat out that word, that hateful word that followed you around and hounded at your feet. “I’m sorry? For whatever I’ve done, I’m sorry if it’s hurt you. I didn’t mean it, truly-”

She laughed, a cold and cruel laugh, but her eyes were slowly turning glassy with tears. She took a few steps closer, “You don’t even remember her name, do you? Shall I remind you? Help you distinguish her from your kill list?”

You didn’t fail to notice the way the Mandalorian’s stance shifted. His body tightened and he stood closer, shielding you slightly with one of those ridiculously broad shoulders. He was going on the defensive, feeling the situation start to spiral.

The woman barely spared him another glance, “3 years ago, you showed up on Trask. You stumbled around the market for a few days, bleeding from a wound in your leg and you passed out.”

Realisation was beginning to filter through you. It sparked in your mind and you remembered a dark street and rain, your leg heavy and cumbersome beneath you. It had burned like fire and when you went down, you couldn’t get back up again.

The woman was still talking, “Someone picked you up, took you to their home. My sister. She was there for work, and saw you lying in the street, like some kind of dumped animal. She nursed you back to health, gave you somewhere to stay.” She could see it as it began back to you, “You took her aid, her comfort and then, there was a warning put out in the village. There had been a high-risk fugitive spotted in the village. Anyone with information was to come forward immediately.”

Your hands curled into fists, your chest shuddering as guilt and darkness began to swirl within you, “Stop.”

She chose not to hear your quiet plea, “I was supposed to meet her. But she sent me a comms message. She would meet me, but she would have someone else with her. Someone who she couldn’t tell me over a comms message. Someone in trouble. People said this girl was dangerous, to be handed over with no hesitation but she didn’t see that. No, she said this girl was terrified, that she just wanted to live.” She tilted her head, walking closer again, “But the next day, this special little girl was gone. And then the Imperials came.” Her voice shook, her expression unreadable.

You shook your head mutely, not wanting to hear this, memories flooding your brain.

“Someone had tipped them off that my sister was harbouring a fugitive. They tore through her home, destroyed it and dragged her in for questioning. They demanded she tell them, beat her when she denied it. She never gave it up.”

The woman was right in front of the Mandalorian now, who extended his arm out, ‘That’s close enough.”

Nausea roiled your stomach, and you weren’t sure if you were going to pass out or throw up. There were too many eyes on you, too many people watching as this woman revealed you bit by bit.

The woman lowered her voice, deadly soft and it shook, but carried in the silent square, “My sister was murdered because of you. Because of what you are.”

Mando froze, his head tilting back to look at you slightly. You still hadn’t told him.

She wasn’t done. “They told me a few weeks ago that you’d been captured by a Mandalorian. I wept with relief that day, because I knew the Mandalorian wouldn’t fail. You’d be taken to whoever wanted you, and you would finally repent for every single sin you’ve ever committed. Your life is littered with them. My sister, my beloved sister is dead because of you. A killer. A beast. Your hands are stained red, girl, and they will always be stained red. I admit, I’m disappointed that you slithered into his head with your poison too but you will kill him too and then… You deserve everything that will ever come to you. And more.” The woman was breathing almost as quickly as you, her eyes glinting in sick delight at the pain she was causing you.

My sister is dead because of you.

A beast.

Her words mingled with that seductively dark voice in your mind and you gasped for a breath, knives feeling like they were digging into your lungs. Your eyes darted around, noted the strangers looking at you with horror and that shared disgust. A father pushed his daughter behind his legs as he caught your stare, hissing at you.

A flinch ran down your body and without a second thought, you turned tail and bolted. The sunlight was too bright, obscuring your vision harshly and making you stumble every now and then.

You were distantly aware of a male’s shout, then a harsh thumb and the Mandalorian’s voice snarling, “Stay down.” He stopped to check your pursuer was down and then he was running after you. “Hey, wait.”

You ignored him, boots pounding into the dust as you ran through the market, needing to get out of this place, get away from her and the memories. Where the hell was the ship? It was right here a minute ago. I haven’t gone the wrong way. This is the way we came.

You could still hear Mando behind you, knew he was hot on your heels. “Drop it, Mando.” You led him around people and stalls, knowing if wanted to be in front of you, he would be. He was letting you flee, stopping anyone coming after you.

Dodging around a crate of fruit, you almost sobbed. There it was, the Crest, gleaming in the sunlight. You slowed down as you reached it, stopping a little way away to let the ramp come down, let you inside to sanctuary.

Nothing happened.

Bastard.

You took a breath, trying to get past the tightness in your lungs, “Let me in.”

“No. Not until you tell me what’s going on.” His voice was firm, arrogant, in a way like he knew best and you’d listen to him.

~“A killer. A beast. Your hands are stained red.”~

Your hands curled into fists at your sides, staring at the Crest, at where the ramp was tucked in tight. Your heart was pounding, not from the run, but from the realisation that no matter where you went, there would always be someone you had touched with that curse. “No. I’m not telling you anything. I don’t owe you anything.”

He laughed behind you, but it was a cool laugh, nothing humorous in it, “I’m not saying you owe me anything, princess. But some woman just cornered you in the street and spat abuse at you. I thought I would be prying you off of her, not chasing after you.”

A wolf. No. A beast.

You spun round, eyebrow raised, “Because I’m some wild animal that would rather fight than talk my way out of a situation?”

If he had no helmet, you would have seen him blink, “No, I’m not saying that. But, well. You have to admit it, don’t you?”

Something was beginning to prickle up the back of your neck, his words threatening to cut a little close, “Admit what?” Venom laced your tone and you tensed, as if bracing for a punch.

The Mandalorian walked closer, oozing confidence like he somehow knew you better than you knew yourself, “You don’t really think, do you? You never calculate the risks of a fight. You just jump straight in with no regard for your own safety. I mean, when I came for you on Sorgan, anyone smart would have seen a Mandalorian and run.” He wasn’t saying it in an arrogant way, he was saying it as fact. And he was right. A Mandalorian appeared on the street and you turned around and crossed to the other side. You didn’t engage him a fight and flirt with him.

A cold laugh rocked though you and you tilted your head, “Anyone smart? So you’re calling me stupid now? Is that it? Beast or stupid?” You took a few steps closer to him, ignoring the villagers milling around that had started to look, having heard the fight in the centre of the market. “Don’t you dare tell me I don’t calculate risks. You think I’ve had time to calculate risks in my life? I don’t have time to sit with my little notepad in my ship and jot down the pro’s and con’s of engaging in battle. I didn’t have the luxury of being trained like you.”

Bitter astonishment filled the Mandalorian’s voice, his own body going rigid, “The luxury of training?! You think I chose to become a Mandalorian? That I woke up one morning and skipped along to Mandalorian school?” His voice rose, the rough rasp turning to stone with every word.

You observed him with a steely gaze, something in you needing to push him away, to protect yourself before he got too close. So, you aimed for what you knew would work, his Creed. Your eyebrows rose, looking him up and down as you leaned your weight on one leg, “You’re telling me you weren’t born with that thing already stuck on your head?” Spiteful sarcasm dripped from your voice and you pointed up at his helmet.

The Mandalorian let out a snarl that no doubt usually sent normal people running. He stalked toward you with predatory grace, a hunter toward his prey. “Don’t you dare.” Like he read in your eyes where you were going with this.

Ugly triumph filtered though you as you stood your ground, not afraid of him, “It’s all the same with you Mandalorians, isn’t it. You have all your training, don your shiny armour and suddenly you’re better than anyone. That helmet goes on, you don’t have to face the consequences of what you’ve done. No one knows who you are, so you don’t need to take the blame.” These words were spiteful, beyond cruel and you hated yourself more and more for each one, but he was starting to get into the cracks, starting to see you. You couldn’t see him die.

Mando was right in front of you now, towering above you with all his broad-shouldered posture, frustration roiling off of him in waves. “You think I don’t feel remorse for what I’ve done?” His voice was so low, barely leashed.

You nearly purred, tasting the promise of a fight, even if it did twist a knife into your heart. “I’ve never seen it.” You tilted your head back to look up at him, letting every ounce of spoilt, cruel brattiness melt into your expression.

A soft growl rumbled through the helmet, so muted you barely heard it in the noises of the market behind him.

Yes. Yes.

And then he relaxed, his shoulders eased and his hands uncurled.

What? No – Disappointment, maybe even shock registered on your expression. You’d been sure, so sure that aiming for his beloved Creed would get him to fight you. Why hadn’t it worked?

Mando shook his head, the sunlight bouncing off of the shiny metal, “No. I’m not doing this with you. You can’t push me away, no matter how hard you try. You don’t mean anything that you just said, I can see it in your eyes.” He pressed a button on his vambrace, and the ramp opened behind you.

He saw you.

That dark beast was starting to awaken, its ears pricking up. You needed to get out of here, away from him, away from this, now. You just shook your head, turning around and walking up the ramp, watching Duru as she ran ahead of you.

Footsteps sounded from behind you as the Mandalorian followed you. He took Grogu from his little pouch, popping him on a cargo crate and Duru immediately jumped up next to him. “Don’t walk away from me. I’m trying to help you, but you keep shutting me out. Why did that woman say those things about you?” His gloved hand enveloped your wrist, his grip not tight or authoritative, but it began to break something in you.

“Let me go, Mando. I mean it.” You let ice creep into your tone, trying to disguise the cracking inside you, the darkness that was beginning to stir and whisper.

And the damn tin can saw it all. Your back was to him, but he still fucking knew, “Please… You know I would never judge you for it, for whatever you did to make her say that.”

Excuse me?

Anger flared through you now, igniting into a blaze and you snarled, “Whatever I did?!” You didn’t give him time to respond, not before you swung around, using his grip on your wrist for leverage. You had spent enough time around him now to become familiar with the plates of his armour, so you knew you aimed correctly when your fist connected with the side of his ribs between the front and back plates.

He grunted, jolting a little but he still didn’t let go. “Hey, I didn’t mean it like that. I only meant-” His voice had softened and, in your rage and hurt, you mistook the pleading tone for a condescending one.

Before he could finish, you punched him again, harder, “Don’t. Don’t try to start spewing excuses at me. I knew perfectly well what you meant. You thought that she had been hurt by me. That I killed her sister with my own hands. Probably slit her throat and bathed in her blood.”

“No, no, I didn’t. If you would just listen to me and stop shouting, please-“

Your foot connected with his shin, making him stumble backwards. You followed after him, “You didn’t even stop to think that maybe, for once, I didn’t actually do anything. But no. Like always, you looked at me and saw the worst. You assumed that I was a monster.” You chopped down at his inner elbow this time, causing him to let go of you in reflex.

Mando tilted his head, his voice coming out sharper this time, “I assumed?” He laughed, the bastard laughed, “What else am I supposed to do, sweetheart? You’ve been on this ship for nearly a month now and I still don’t know anything about you. So yes, I was wrong for assuming, but can you blame me?”

Your eyes flashed and you were on him again, “So it’s my fault that you thought I was a monster? You’d met me for all of two seconds on Sorgan and started whispering in my ear like honey, that death followed me wherever I went. There was a bounty over my head and that’s all you saw.”

Mando went still, his shoulders tightened, and his voice came out lower, “You’re still bringing that up? I told you that you weren’t my bounty anymore.”

Before you could answer him, that velvety voice inside your head started to whisper in your ear, “Oh no, oh my sweet darling. He sees you. The real you. He knows you’re a monster.”

You shook your head sharply, lifted your eyes back to the Mandalorian’s stupid face. Helmet. Visor. Whatever. “I’m not your bounty but you believed that woman. So say it.”

His confusion was palpable, “Say what?”

You took a step forward and your chest butted up against his, “Say it! Say that I’m a monster. A murderer. I kill everything I come near.” You laughed, coldly, the words coming out with your voice but in your head, they were being repeated in that cruel, silken whisper. “You regret it, don’t you? Throwing away my puck. You wish you’d kept it, then you could get rid of me, be free of what I’ve done, why I’m being hunted.” Those steel bands were still wrapped round you, crushing you, swallowing you whole again.

Something broke in him, his composure as the anger rose again and he leaned down to you, “Stop.” The command was a growl and he lifted a finger, pointing at you, “You’re a fucking hypocrite.”

Yes. Yes, fight back, fight me. Tell me what I know I am.

You raised your eyebrows, smirking at his finger and then back up at him but your expression was bitter, “Am I? Why’s that, Mando?” You tilted your head and practically purred, “Tell me.”

The tension in the room was tight, the air almost crackling around you with this outburst of emotion, the threads of your entwined lives pulling taut.

The light bounced off of the plates on his shoulders, betraying his slightly ragged breathing, “You just screamed at me for assuming the worst about you, yet you did just that to me. How can I want to be free of you, when I don’t even know who you are.” He lifted his hands to your shoulders, to try and calm you down, to push you away maybe.

The smirk began to slip from your face, “Does it matter who I am?”

His grip tightened, “Of course it does. Because you’re not a bad person. Let me help you, please. Just tell me something. Anything.” His voice turned pleading, and he lifted a hand from your shoulder, like he was going to cup your cheek.

You’re not a bad person.

Fire blazed within you again, protective and destructive. This was too close. He was getting too close. You had to stop it, now. You had to get away.

You reached up, grabbing his wrist and using the element of surprise to slam him against the wall behind him, pinning his wrist there and then your blade was at his neck, dull light glinting off of it, “Back off. You can’t help me. I’m not some broken doll to add to your ragtag collection.” Your own breathing was ragged, coming in sharp pants as the room started to spin.

The Mandalorian flinched, like you’d hit a nerve and his free hand moved. Bingo.

Yes, you thought, almost begged, Punch me. Fight me, please.

But he didn’t. He just curled his fingers around your wrist and pushed you away, dislodging your knife and knocking you back a few steps. Like you were weak.

You couldn’t do this, he was starting to slip through the cracks that were forming in you. He was looking at you, seeing you. He always had, from the moment you were nothing but hunter and prey, he knew exactly how to get through your intricately woven net of silver-tongued quips and cocky arrogance.

No.

Your voice cracked, echoes of the dark beast’s laughter in your ears “No! Stop pushing me away, stop taking it. Fight me!!” You surged for him again, your hands curling into fists, slamming against the beskar plates again and again.

You didn’t care that it hurt, that it made pain explode across your knuckles.

You liked it, you liked the pain. Deserved that and so much more.

And the Mandalorian… just stood there. He shook his head, just slightly, “No.” He stood there as you hammered your fists against his chest, even when you started to kick him. Just watched as your eyes became glassier, your punches harder but less accurate.

Why wasn’t he fighting you?

Your hazy mind began to overwork, searching for something, anything to provoke him, “Why? You don’t want to fight a girl? Too proud are you?” You slammed your knee into his, pulled at the armour plates, honed your pain and fury into him but he just absorbed it. “You’re as weak as I am, you’re running too. You’re the hypocrite, Mandalorian, not me.” Your words were stilted, made no sense as you spat out words as cruel as you could, just needing to provoke him.

Nothing did. Nothing. There was no noise in the cargo hold but the sounds of the people outside, beeping, the dull thud of your fists, your spiteful words and your own ragged breathing.

And the whispering in your head that had turned into a full-on symphony of bitter taunts and sniping truths. It rose with memories, flashes of your dead parents, the battered bodies of those that had tried to help you, people who had been caught in the cross-hairs of your life. Innocent people that had turned into nothing more than collateral damage.

Blood had started to smear on the beskar, your knuckles splitting open with the repeated impact. You could hear Duru meowing, Grogu gurgling in worry but you didn’t care.

The beast and its army rose, tasting the scent of blood and bringing you visions of the future, of the Mandalorian, dead on the ground. The blood from your fists turned into his own, painting the ground red. Duru, fur soaked in scarlet and Grogu, his tiny little body broken on the floor in a pool.

And above them, you stood, soaked in the blood of these three. Relishing in the pain and torture that you had caused. You could taste their blood.

The room began to spin further, the whispering detonated into a roar and it unleashed a heavy roiling cloud within you. It choked you, squeezed fists around your lungs, clouded your eyes and snuck into your head. It whispered to you, such cruel taunts, sucking out the deepest, most vile thoughts you had about yourself and spat them back out, combined with these visions of the future. It leeched the energy out of you and with a choked sob, your knees gave way.

Duru let out a yowl of concern, springing off of the cargo box.

I can’t do this anymore. I can’t be confident, or strong. I can’t be brave and cocky, I can’t keep throwing myself into every fight, I can’t run anymore. I can’t do this. I can’t-

And then a pair arms caught you.

Mando caught you. He didn’t haul you up against him. He didn’t try and pull you up.

No, he sunk to the floor with you, supporting your weight in his own body, leaning against the wall and letting you collapse against him.

You froze, your body stiffened as he did. This… people didn’t touch you like this. They didn’t put their arms around you unless they were trying to drag you somewhere.

You hadn’t been hugged since you were a child, and yet here you were. The Mandalorian was holding you, but loosely.

Waiting, for your consent. For you to be okay with this.

And as his gloved hand brushed your back, such a tender warmth broke through you, caressed your pain and you couldn’t resist. You sunk into him, the last saps of energy leaving you as tears flooded your cheeks. The armour was hard, digging into you a little bit, but the feeling of just being held was more than enough.

He wrapped his arms around you, coaxing you against his chest. His legs were either side of you, one stretched out on the floor and the other resting up to support your back. Distantly, you were aware of four clawed feet padding over your lap, Duru settling into the space between you and Mando’s arm.

The armour disguised the frantic beating of his heart, your tears and shaking of your body held the trembling of his own hands, but he didn’t mention it. Didn’t mention the fact that this was the first time he had held someone like this that wasn’t the kid… since he was a child himself. He was just as starved of touch as you, even more so because he had no skin-to-skin contact either. He could feel your warmth through the fabric of his clothes that weren’t covered, could feel the weight of you leaning into him.

He didn’t speak, just held you in the dimness of the cargo hold, keeping you together as you fell apart, kept the promise of death away, just as you had done for him.

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