#but then he'd put the flowers somewhere in the house where he'd always see them when he gets home.

[popfizzles]

ValSmith where Val convinces him to get fitted for a clothes by Yarrow or something like that. Or maybe just taking him clothes shopping in general. Nothin too fancy since that's not Smith's style but like, just a lil somethin nice that he can wear on occasion or even as a just in case thing. Idk just Val getting Smith new clothes cause he deserves nice things even if he doesn't think so

Val would drag Smith into her dad's shop for a quick visit to pick something up while they're out and about.

It'll take two minutes, she swears.

Smith steps through the door with this sneer on his face, being a bit flippant and rude about the whole environment while Val bee-lines through the store with familiarity. Smith stays near the front--he wants to get out as soon as he possibly can--looking at price tags attached to display coats and scoffing.

Smith never understood the appeal of expensive clothes. Clothes were meant to be worn out and handed down, after all.

When Val walks out with a pretty looking box, she's got a tall yarn ball man attached to her hand and dragging behind her. Smith turns and makes squinted eye-contact with what he could only assume to be the shop's owner.

"See, look, this is the man I was telling you about!! Smith, this is my father."

Instant change.

Smith straightens his back, standing to attention. His shoulders square and color drains from his face.

He has a polite, but bashful, conversation with Yarrow; About what Smith does for work (must be labor intensive, with all those bandages), about his family, about how he knows Val. Smith was tripping over his words, trying to leave a nice impression with the man.

Smith had never stuttered before.

Yarrow simply smiles, and tells Smith that it's nice to finally put a face to the name, that they should see each other again. Smith nods and says the same. It's probably the most respectful and professional Val had ever seen Smith act.

He practically shakes Val after leaving the store, though, lamenting through her giggles.

"You NEVER told me that was your pa's shop! I shoulda been dressed better, now what's he think'a me??"

"I didn't think you cared that much!"

[vivwritesfics]

Hooked On A Feeling

Chapter Twenty One - The Kids Go To School

Daniel is a Formula One driver, but, more importantly, he was a single dad to a wonderful little girl. He wants her to be a normal little girl, to have a normal social life, so he sends her to daycare. That was where she met Milo, her future best friend.

Milo's mother was incredibly stressed. She worked so hard to provide a good life for her son. But then he makes a new friend, a friend who has a hot dad (ofc they fall in love)

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Single Dad!Daniel x Single Mum!Reader

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The Monaco trip went incredibly well. They hung around with other drivers, went out to dinner and such. Y/N got to explore somewhere she had always dreamed of visiting. Daniel took her to do anything she wanted, all to see the smile on her face.

Daniel took the kids to play padel. They played with Lando and Max while Daniel watched on, grin on his face. Before Y/N and Milo had to fly home, she agreed to do something that Olivia had always wanted to do. She took her shopping.

For the rest of the holiday Y/N didn't get to see Monaco Daniel. They had short moments alone, but not enough to really bring him out. But she had a feeling she'd get to see him again.

The end of the week came about far too quickly. Before they knew it, Daniel was kissing Y/N goodbye and giving Milo a hug at the airport in Nice. He'd spent most of their time in Monaco trying to bond with Milo, and it seemed to have worked. "Bye, Daniel," Milo said as he hugged him.

"Bye, Milo," he said and let go of him, standing up straight. Daniel turned his attention to Y/N. "Call me when you land, okay?"

She nodded her head and kissed his cheek. "I will do, Danny," she said. She couldn't stop herself from throwing her arms around him. "I love you."

"I love you too." Daniel couldn't stop himself from kissing her one last time before letting her and Milo go. It was a damn long flight from Monaco back to Australia, and he knew he'd be counting down the hours until he heard from her again.

As soon as he couldn't see them anymore, Daniel headed back to Monaco. He'd left Olivia in Max's care while he dropped them off at the airport.

The minute he got out of the car his fingers itched to call her. But he couldn't, not when they were about to get on their flight back home. Besides, he had to get himself and Olivia to the USA.

***

The week that Daniel and Olivia were in America passed by slowly for Y/N. She worked through it, and could hardly wait until they got back. For Daniel and Olivia it went by quickly. They had something to do every day, filling the time until they returned home.

When they did return home, Y/N was working. As much as she wanted to be there for their arrival, she couldn't. Not when she already had so much work to get on with.

But Daniel was ready for when she finished her shift. He and Olivia unpacked their stuff, had a quick power nap each, and headed over to her place. On the way Daniel picked up flowers. He'd missed her so goddamn much, he couldn't begin to describe it.

"Can we sleep over?" Olivia asked as Daniel parked up outside of the house.

"Sorry, Badger. But Y/N's got work tomorrow, so we can't. But we might get to hang out with Milo tomorrow," he said as he climbed out of the car. Olivia followed him out. She took her fathers hand, holding the flowers with the other. Together they headed up to the house.

As soon as Y/N opened the door and saw him standing there, she threw herself at him and wrapped her arms around him. "I missed you, too," he said with a grin, squeezing her back. As soon as he released her, Daniel kissed her, and the kids let out a series of 'eww's'.

She stepped back, allowing Daniel and Olivia into her home. "From daddy and I," said Olivia as she passed Y/N the flowers.

"Thank you, Livvy," she said and led them through to the kitchen to put them in a vase.

It might have been summer for Daniel, Milo and Olivia, but Y/N still had to work. It sucked and she thought of nothing but them as she sat at her desk. It was clear to her coworkers that she was distracted, but they couldn't do anything about it.

Daniel was happy to look after Milo while she worked. With all the time in the world, there was nothing more he wanted to do. He took them karting, on fun days out to the zoo, to theme parks and more.

With the amount of time Y/N and Daniel were spending together, they might as well have moved in together. But they both knew it was far too early in the relationship for anything like that.

Before any of them knew it the end of summer rapidly approached. Every time somebody brought it up, Milo went all quiet. It was no secret that he was terrified of starting school. Y/N had been so careful as to not upset him when buying school supplies.

But the day was fast approaching, and Y/N had to sit him down at the kitchen table. "Munchkin, you're starting school next week," she said. "How're you feeling?"

Milo shrugged his shoulders as he looked down at his lap. "I don't get why I can't go to the same school as Olivia," he mumbled under his breath.

She let out a quiet sigh. She hated mentioning money to her son and tried to avoid it at all costs. They were poor, but Milo didn't have to know.

"Miley, baby, we can’t afford the school that Olivia goes to. But you can still hang out and play on weekends," she said, reaching over to take his hand.

Reluctantly, Milo nodded his head. For the next week his nights were sleepless. Y/N didn't know why he was so terrified of school; she wanted to do anything she could to fix it.

Just a week later she was walking with him to the classroom of his new school. Milo hadn't gripped her hand that tightly in almost a year.

She held him tight before she left him there. Guilt spread through her as she drove away from the school and headed to work.

For the entire day she had her phone out, waiting for a call from Milo's teachers to come and pick him up. But the call never came.

It wasn't that Milo was getting on with things and making new friends. It was more that he was too afraid to show just how upset he was. He was quiet, sitting at the back of the room with his head down. He hated this.

***

"But daaaddy, I don't want to go to school," Olivia muttered as Daniel drove her.

There had been a small fight between himself and his ex over who would take Olivia for her first day. Daniel only won because it was his week to have her.

"Why can't we just have summer all the time?"

Daniel laughed as he pulled into the car park. "That would be cool, wouldn't it Badger?" He asked, opened hid car door.

He helped Olivia out of the back of the car and grabbed her back pack off the seat for her. Daniel helped her put the backpack on her back and walked her to her classroom. "Be good, okay? I'll come pick you up later," he said and hugged her before she ran off to make new friends.

At the daycare the parents bad gotten used to seeing Daniel. They no longer stared at him, whispered to their partners and pointed. Now they they were starting somewhere new, the stares and the whispers started again. Daniel ignored it as he headed back to his car.

As he drove, he used the hands free in his car to call Y/N. "Hey babe," he said the moment she picked up.

"Hi, Danny," she replied quietly. He realised then that she must have been in her office. "How was Olivia this morning?"

"Oh, you know. Complained about summer not lasting forever and then immediately ran off to make friends," he said as he drove to meet his trainer. "How about Milo? How did he seem when you left him?"

Y/N sucked in a breath. "He... I'm worried about him, Danny. I'll be surprised if he speaks to anyone at all today. I mean, it took him all of daycare to make friends with Olivia."

"If you wanted to transfer him to Olivias school, I'd be happy to pay," he immediately said.

Although he couldn't see it, Y/N shook her head. "Danny, I can't ask you to do that," she said.

"I just want you to know I'd be happy to," he said as he pulled in the gym car park. "I gotta go. Are we still on for dinner later?"

"Of course," she replied. "I love you, Danny."

"I love you too."

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[ravenelyx]

Meanderings and Boats - Sebastian Sallow

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x GN!Reader

Words: 0.5k

Chapter Warnings: angst and bitterweet comfort, Sebastian needs a hug, Sebastian is also sad, sad date, House or gender is not specified, (implied) established relationship, use of 2nd person for the reader

Summary: Sebastian has lost too many people, and he thinks it's all he deserves. So what authority does he have to hope for better treatment?

A/N: Haven't written anything in a while.

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you can find the whole fic on ao3 as well <3

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It instilled in him, a sense of duty chaining around his chest. First thing in the morning, he searches for you to assure himself you haven't taken off.

He knows you would, without telling him, too. It had always been your nature to explore and loiter around the Highlands: that's how you manage that beautiful vivarium he loves so much.

But he's tired. He wants you with him. He wants to be enough.

Sebastian can't wrap his brain around your preference for the Highlands. You're his first thought when he wakes up, but he isn't yours. You're the face he wishes to see at lunch, while you're eating a sandwich somewhere in the grass.

He makes up little things to make you stay: he buys you flowers, but you forget to water them; he waits awake for you in the Room of Requirement when night had descended on his droopy eyelids; he plans dates you don't show up to.

The small boat sways on the gentle, wet waves of the lake, coronated by wet little sloshes. Not of the shore, no.

He moves his fingers to his eyes and dries them momentarily, leading way to fresher waterfalls. He doesn't know why he keeps perking his ears, loath to accept the inevitable proof of your absence in the mere hoots of faraway birds. Their companionship in the owlery, their duty of bringing two people together by words, a mockery.

He blames them for the lost letter he sent you.

A hand weights suddenly on his shoulder and his heart jumps up, inevitably. A broken, bleeding, warm traitor. He turns, because forgiveness belongs to him only when it comes to you.

"I'm a bit late, aren't I?" you say sheepishly, and he can't be mad. Because, after all, you showed up.

He moves to wipe dirt from your cheek. "Not at all... here."

Sebastian gives you his seat, he holds your hand as you cross the water with a hop, and holds you when you lose balance.

"Had business in Aranshire. I found myself there and had to free a house from spiders," you say. It's not a justification, nor an apology. It just is what it is, and it's not enough for Sebastian but he accepts it anyway.

"I waited for you this morning..." he blurts out, a complain, inequivocally embarassed like he'd do you a disservice.

"I'm sorry." Your eyes turn sympathetic and you move to hold his hand. And just like that, he thinks it's not that bad. Because despite everything, you stayed when no one did, and that should be enough.

"It's alright."

"You can aways tell me if you need something... I'm new to this." You gesture towards the both of you and he nods.

It was new to him, too, and he'd give up his soul to keep it. But parts of him had started to crumble and he needed you to patch him up best you could.

"I need you to water the flowers..." he mumbles and you agree.

"I'll put them in the vivarium."

And just like that, you cage it away. Lock it somwhere he can't reach or see, where he can only trust that you would care for it, where he has no access.

Sebastian will just wait for spring, when he can buy flowers again.

[farfromsugafanfic]

Heyy!! Love your writing so much, and I wanted to request a skz getting reader flowers but reader is allergic to them. Lots of love<333

SKZ Reaction To Them Getting You Flowers, But You're Allergic

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

A/N: Enjoy! Sorry it takes me a while to do requests, but I try to always get around to them as inspiration strikes.

Chan: This poor baby feels sooooo bad. As someone with allergies and similar problems, he blames himself for not thinking of it earlier. As soon as you sneeze he'll put it together and immediately take the flowers outside, even if you protest. Once he comes in, he'll change (or just take his shirt off) so that any pollen on his shirt doesn't further bother you. Wrapping you in his arms, he promises to get you something else. The next morning, you'd wake up to the flowers arranged prettily in a terrarium where you can enjoy them without an allergic reaction.

Minho:

A lesser known fact about Minho is that he's a very good and thoughtful gift giver. He's always bringing you little trinkets and snacks from abroad. So, it is not out of character for him to bring you flowers, but with spring in full swing, your allergies simply cannot handle flowers in the house. When you sneeze and have to leave the room, he doesn't immediately get it but follows you out of the room. When you tell him it's the flowers, his eyes soften significantly and he grabs the bouquet and is gone for around twenty minutes. This time he returned with some rose shaped chocolates and he gave the flowers to your elder neighbor.

Changbin:

Changbin didn't know that lilies were so infamous for how many people are allergic to them. He simply saw them when he passed a florist and had to stop to get them for you. They were beautiful and he just wanted you to have them. But, when your eyes start watering and become red, he looks between the lilies and you a few times before getting rid of the flowers as quickly as he could. Changbin would jokingly and cutely ask you to forgive him, which, of course, you do.

Hyunjin:

Hyunjin made this mistake early in your relationship--before the two of you were even official. Therefore, it's become somewhat of an inside joke between the two of you. It was your third date and he'd come bearing a beautiful bouquet of flowers that he had helped arrange. Though, it only took a few minutes for your body to react and a flush to come over your skin and tears to stream down your cheeks involuntarily. Hyunjin panicked. Luckily, you both find the whole thing hilarious now and on every anniversary of your third date, Hyunjin paints you a flower bouquet.

Jisung:

Ngl, he might cry. Jisung hates to think that he caused you to have an allergic reaction, even if it was minor. Even if he didn't, he would not hesitate to throw the bouquet away and try to salvage the situation he thinks is a complete disaster. Some part of him is even convinced that you might break up with him over this. Of course, you know it was an honest mistake and even find it a bit cute. The two of you spend the rest of the night watching anime and cuddling.

Felix:

Felix had flowers delivered to your work none the wiser that you were allergic. When he comes to your place afterward, he sees the flowers placed in a vase on the table. But, he knows something is wrong when he sees your reddened nose and red eyes. When you tell him it's because of the flowers, he chastises you for bringing them in and carefully removes them, placing them on the balcony instead. Lightening the mood with a joke about how he's the only flower you need, he holds you the rest of the night.

Seungmin:

One of the ways Seungmin shows that he loves you is by buying you small gifts and leaving them somewhere he knows you'll find them. So, when you wake up one morning to flowers on your doorstep, you know they are from him. Your allergies were hit or miss, so you hoped you wouldn't react to them. Unfortunately, an hour later, you're sniffling and have a headache. He FaceTimes you not long later for your reaction and he's so horrified by your reaction that he finishes his work as quickly as he can to go be with you. Throwing out the flowers, he brings over a few sheets from his diary--dated from after your first date and the way he felt about you so immediately.

Jeongin:

Jeongin is excited as he approaches your place with flowers in hand. His was handpicked, having collected wildflowers and a few from a friend's garden. He knew that you would love the thoughtfulness of the present and he was right, beaming as he noticed your surprise and delight at how he assembled the bouquet himself. You didn't want to tell him about your hay fever and how some of the flowers he picked you were very allergic to because he was too sweet. Eventually, though, Jeongin noticed you wheezing and met your eyes to find them red and irritated. He feels bad when he finally gets the truth out of you and he will apologize, taking the flowers back with him. A few weeks later, he brings them back dried and pressed onto a framed canvas.

[marrowfrog00]

Less Perfect [s.h.]

summary: Fem reader has it out with her imperfect, adulterous cad of a man Steve Harrington - but there is always more than meets the eye, no?

cw: 18+ mdni; implied/allusions to smut but no actual smut takes place, discussions of cheating, angst, toxic partner dynamics, arguing, name-calling, mentions of shitty parents, trauma, role-play, aftercare, anxiety, jealousy, hurt/comfort, use of perjorative "skank", use of petnames (sarcastic & sincere), home-grown therapy, kinda, very dialogue heavy, kitchen sink drama, fluff disguised as angst, really it's so fuckin' soft, lmk if I missed anything

wc: 2.7k

A/N: I honestly don't know what this is, my brain just burped her out and she's weird as shit. Please be nice, she's just a baby (and I'm just a three-legged orange cat with an internet connection). Reiterating that this is very dialogue heavy so if that's not your thing, carry on your merry way.

The metal tips of your stilettos clacked against the lacquered floors of the hallway as you speed walked, passing expensive wall-to-wall oil paintings and accent tables topped with vases full of immaculate flowers.

Alabaster sprays of hydrangeas (white, always white, so as not to clash with the surroundings) and dahlias mocked you from crystal vases as you stomped angrily toward the main bedroom, Steve hot on your tail.

"Don't walk away from me, pumpkin," he spat from behind you.

You guffawed as you stormed into the bedroom, making to slam the heavy mahogany door in his face. Steve was quick, though. An ex-athlete, afterall. He stopped the door with his hand and sneered, yes, sneered at you.

"Piss off, darling," you barked, turning your back to him.

You clopped heavily to the vanity and removed your earrings, chucking them carelessly onto the table. You opened the drawer and pawed through the contents looking for makeup wipes, plonking down onto the plush upholstered stool.

Steve glared at you and you could swear you heard his teeth grinding from where you sat. Commit, commit. Where the hell were those fucking wipes?

"You're goddamn unbelievable, you know that?"

"Me?" you shot back , voice laced with disbelief.

Steve cocked his hip and put his hand there. "Yeah, you. Ya see anyone else in this room?" he asked, gesturing around the swank sleeping quarters. Impeccable color story, not a speck of dust to be found in the place.

You stood from the stool, slowly, like a big cat ready to strike down her prey. Your gaze was mean and piercing as you stalked forward on high-heeled feet. You watched Steve take half a step back, mentally high-fiving yourself. This was good, this was forward motion.

Your voice dripped with rancorous sarcasm when you replied, "Well, gee, I dunno, darling. You could have been speaking to whichever one of your office skanks has your dick mesmerized this week."

Steve dropped his hand to his side, straightening his spine.

You pursed your lips and rolled your eyes to the ceiling, pretending to conjure a name. "Dana? Diane? Kimberly? Kathy?"

"Come off it," Steve gritted out, fists balling at his sides. His eyes, those gorgeous, unreal russet eyes that had captured your heart once upon a time narrowed on you. "You can act like a crazy bitch in public or in my fucking house. Pick one."

You couldn't help but laugh at him, shaking your head incredulously.

"You're not even going to deny it this time?" you asked, crossing your arms. "You used to give me the false courtesy of sparing my feelings, but I guess I've run out of favors from you."

You watched Steve's shoulders locked up as his face twitched ever so slightly. His eyes glazed over a little, like he'd gone somewhere else. Shit. Reset.

You swallowed harshly and busied yourself, smoothing the front of your dress as you kept one eye on his face, waiting.

Steve shook his head quickly like he was shaking off his very thoughts as he swaggered closer to you, invading your space and looking down his nose. Down at your face. Your pretty, soft face.

He remembered the first time he ever got a look at you up close, your eyes looked sparkly and he'd had the insane urge to bite your cheek. Right now, your eyes were dull with uncertainty and your biteable cheeks were slack under your frown.

He felt his heart kick up as he choked out his next words. "You wanna talk about favors, huh?" He cleared his throat, willing his voice to come out thicker, with more bravado. "Let's talk about how you like to act like everything you do for me is a favor. How every fuck, every blow job, every time you stoop so low as to look my way anymore is a favor as far as your concerned."

Adrenaline started washing over your body as you fought to stay in the moment. You could see the regret in his eyes and you wondered if you were careening toward scorched earth territory. You futzed with your shaking hands, unable to decide what to do with them before you crammed them under your armpits to still them.

You glanced at Steve's chest, clocking his quickened breathing. You could see how upset he was, feeling the intensity radiating off him where he stood just inches away. It was time to change course, to shock him out of the frenzy he was working himself into.

You glanced at the enormous four poster bed, festooned with a silky cream duvet and rich red throw pillows when an idea struck you. You looked back up at him, pinned under his expectant gaze. He was grinding his teeth.

"Did you fuck them in our bed?"

Steve was taken aback. He glanced between you and that stupid, giant bed - a varitable chasm, a luxurious, oversized token of a failed union. He was struck dumb, scarcely comprehending the question.

"Huh?"

To say you had gone off-script would be an understatement. Not that there was a script as such, but the story beats tended to be locked in everytime.

You took a deep breath and squared your shoulders, a renewed sense of purpose taking you over. "Your office skanks. The ones you've been generously donating your dick to. Did you fuck them in our bed?" you asked again, enunciating your words.

Steve blinked at you with wide eyes. "The hell kinda question is that, pumpkin?"

You softened your gaze on him and grazed his perfect jaw with your finger before stalking over to the bed. Steve watched as you gripped one of the bed posts and placed a hand on your hip. You looked like a showroom model, drawing his attention to where you stood.

Steve felt the gnawing in his stomach that had been building subside a little as he took you in. You looked so classy, so pretty, so sexy in that satin dress, in those black stockings. Your hair, which had been styled to perfection for tonight had gone a little flat, a tiny bit of mascara flaking under one eye.

He liked you best like this. The veneer of flawlessness cracked just enough to let him in. A little less perfect.

Your gaze was still soft and open and he gestured for you to continue. Satisfied, you lifted your chin and flexed your jaw.

"Did you fuck them in our bed, darling? I deserve to know."

You sat primly on the tufted bench at the foot of the bed, legs crossed, hands planted on either side of you.

Steve gulped, feeling the ice returning to his veins but he knew he needed to press on. This was the sweet spot. He ignored the noodly feeling in his legs, strutting over to where you sat and plopped down next to you.

He looked in your eyes. "Yes."

"All of them?" you asked softly.

Steve couldn't stop the tears building as he forced himself to keep looking at you, a spectral sense of shame that he had never picked up but that he nevertheless carried searing his neck and cheeks.

"Just Dana. Er, Diane? A-and, Kimberly," he stuttered.

You couldn't help yourself then, giving his pinky finger a little tickle with your own and you felt your own tears building. Seeing him cry always got to you a little, but you were getting better about it. You kept your face steely as you quickly wiped them away and you sniffed.

"Did they let you fuck them in the ass?"

"Everytime."

"And that's why you did it? To get back at me because I wouldn't let you have my ass?"

"Partly," he whispered back, thickly.

You blinked back more tears and cleared your throat. "What's the other part?"

Steve flinched as he propped his elbows on his knees, fixing his eyes on the ground. He gripped his hair meanly between his fingers. His voice was thick and strained with emotion, but the words flowed easily then.

"The other part is that I'm a shallow, hollow, status-obsessed creep that cares more about pretty, shiny new things...and more about my empty family legacy than I do about my family."

You kept your hands in your lap even though you ached to reach out and touch him, to pull him back to you. Instead, you sniffled softly so as not to disturb the man beside you as he continued.

"Even when I'm home, I'm somewhere else. I should have stayed alone since that's clearly what I wanted all along. Spendy liquor and cheap lays."

You pressed your nails into your palm, worried about how still he was, still itching to touch him. You didn't. You listened to his voice become thinner, straining through stifled sobs.

"But instead I found you and snatched you away from whatever life you could have had instead. I married you and broke you and put your pieces in a little box. And you just took it and I think part of me hates you for that. And I punish you for it. I punish everyone for it."

He sobbed then, shoulders slumping. You bit your lip and tapped your foot, jonesing to touch him.

Steve scrubbed his tears away and violently inhaled the snot back into his sinuses. He watched the pointy toe of your heel tap tap tap on the ground.

The dam had broken again after how many times of this and he was wrung out. Done. There was a finality to this, he felt. Like this might have pushed him over that finish line that he'd been seeking for so long.

"Fuck..babe..fu-pomegranate," he whimpered.

"Pomegranate?" you repeated back in a tiny voice.

"Pomegranate."

You stood abruptly and walked between his spread thighs. His eyes were pinched shut as he tried to call back the tears that left angry, red rivulets down his cheeks.

You gently raked your fingers through his hair, straightening it gently, lovingly. "Can you look at me, baby?"

He sniffled again and shook his head abruptly. "In a minute. S'too much right now. But hold me, please, honey?"

You pulled him into you, cradling his head to your chest and stroking his back while he clung to your waist. After a moment you pressed your mouth to the crown of his head.

"Let's breathe now."

"M'okay," he said in a little voice, clearly not wanting to loosen his grip on you.

"No, love. Remember? We said," you chastised gently. "It's important. Just a few."

You led him through a handful of deep breaths, never ceasing your loving hold on him, peppering your counting with praise for him.

Slowly, Steve stood and hooked his arms around yours pinning them to your sides. You pushed your hands into back pockets of his slacks as he finally looked at you. You propped your chin on his chest and gazed back, a soft smile making it's way on both your faces.

"Hi," he whispered down at you.

"Hi," you returned. "We good?"

In spite of how exhausted he was, he wore a grin of what almost looked like elation as he nodded at you. The life had returned to his eyes, red though they were.

"Thank you, honey," he breathed gratefully as he rocked you.

You kissed his chest. "You don't need to thank me."

He tilted your chin up to meet your eyes again. "No, I really, really do. I feel kind of greedy sometimes. Asking you for this."

You cocked your head at him and shook your head lightly, willing him to understand how serious you were when you told him, "It's for us, love. I'd rather do this with you then have you carry all this with you for years and then-"

You didn't care to finish that thought. You didn't like to think about what you'd once worried would happen. That you and this man, the love of your life, would have to sit on a festering boil of his pain until it exploded one day, tossing you so far away from one another that you would never make it back into each other's arms.

Maybe from the outside these little exercises would have appeared weird or fucked up. But when Steve had confided his fears in Robin and she suggested role-play after watching an episode of Donahue, he thought screw it. He'd rather try that than do nothing and watch you slip away from him. Plus he knew that you wouldn't make him feel bad for asking. And wouldn't you know it, you heartily agreed.

You adored him for his sincerity, for being so vulnerable in asking you. You'd started out very mild, very slow. Sitting through tense dinner scenarios at first. Then graduating to little arguments in the car. Always structured, always negotiated beforehand.

When Steve's parents asked him to housesit while they jetted off again, he brought this idea to you. The pièce de résistance. Acting out a big blowout, an opera of hurt feelings inside the very walls where all his worst fears had spawned.

And it appeared now that your joint commitment (and the risk you'd taken going off-script and escalating the storyline) had paid off. The relief was palpable for you both.

Steve glanced around the room and made a noise of disgust. "Let's get out of here, honey."

You took his hand and you two started strolling leisurely toward the exit. You swung your linked hands, Steve passively taking in the features and layout of the house one more time for posterity.

You were both beyond ready to return to the little two-bedroom apartment you both shared with Robin on the other side of town. Sometimes it was drafty, it was always a little cramped, it was entirely furnished with second-hand stuff, mismatched tchotchkes and relics from three mismatched childhoods. There was a yellow stain in the shape of Rhode Island over the fridge. Oh, and the shower faucet handle was broken off, so you had to use a wrench to turn it on. You two couldn't wait to get back there.

"How mad do you think Moth is gonna be that we've been gone for three days?" you asked, pressing your nose into Steve's bicep as he locked the front door to Harrington Penitentiary. He glanced down at the key in his hand and chucked it carelessly into a flower bed.

Steve snickered at your question, grasping your hand again as you walked to the car. He opened the passenger door for you, lovingly protecting your head with one hand as you ducked into your seat.

"I think we should prepare for the possibility that he's officially Robin's cat now and we've been demoted to godparent status."

You grinned and giggled through closed lips, your cheeks full and glowing with the force of it. Steve couldn't help himself. He ducked down and delighted in the shriek you let out when he gave your cheek a little love bite before tucking your legs in and shutting your door for you.

When he was in the driver's seat, he paused, key at the ignition. You rolled your head against the headrest to look at him.

"Know what I wanna do when we get home?" he mused, looking up to meet your eye.

Your eyes sparkled at him, a placid smile on your pretty mouth, which he returned. "Hm?"

"I wanna get you out of that dress and eat you out. Those shoes stay on for that part," he said, eyes flicking to your feet. He reached over and caressed your face with his thumb as you softened into his touch. "Then I wanna hold you real close and make love." He brushed some flaky mascara away from your eye. "After that I'll put you in that goofy, giant shirt you love sleeping in..."

You rolled your eyes but smiled. "It's not goofy," you muttered in faux-offense.

Steve grinned wryly. "It's got a picture of a cactus with sunglasses and a cowboy hat and I'm pretty sure you completely disappeared inside of it one night." You giggled again.

Steve's face smile softened. "And then we'll go to sleep. And, in like a year, I wanna ask you to marry me - properly, I mean- and I want you to say yes."

Your eyes didn't leave his as you grabbed his hand and pressed sweet kisses into each of his knuckles.

"Yes, baby. Yes to all of it."

"Good."

"Good."

You swapped rounds of deep kisses and whispered I love you's before Steve drove you home.

[saltbcrne]

*  ♔  ◟     (   nicholas  galitzine,   twenty  eight,   demi  male,   he  or  him   )     the  capital  of  king’s  landing  welcomes  harlon  of  house  greyjoy,  the  lord  of  pyke.  news  borne  by  raven  sends  word  that  they  are  reputed  to  be  percipient,  but  with  the  eyes  of  court  watching  their  every  move,  they  might  prove  to  be  guarded.  when  songs  are  sung,  their  verses  speak  of  a  flower  growing  in  darkness  in  search  of  the  light,  stubborn  &  clinging  to  hope  as it reaches out, always reaching + bedecked in all sorts of fineries & ever so graceful, they are more silver-tongued siren than seaworn sailor + where sea & land meet, nestled within iron & stone lay in them an unending tenderness, soft & moist & pearl-pink.  whispers  throughout  the  seven  kingdoms  claim  that  their  allegiance  lies  with  their immediate kin, the ironborn back home, & the  innocent  whose lives are naught but numbers and tokens on a map,  where  they  conspire  to  learn from the greens & keep their kin out of it.  but  in  the  end,  fealty  means  little  when  you  play  the  game  of  thrones.    

🦑 — hello ! you're in the presence of a professional yapperina, but i'll try not to ramble too much. i'm very excited to be here & i hope to write with you all ! :D

harlon had always been of a softer sort. so disinterested in hunting & combat, he always wanted to go back inside and do whatever the girls were doing, things like needlepoint and music, or just be left alone to read somewhere. whereas he excelled in his book studies, his martial lessons were a source of shame & humiliation: harlon was utterly useless — and did not care to get better ( so he claimed after already trying & failing ); let them laugh! — and the culture of aggression that surrounded him, that filled the air & threatened to choke the life out of him, only made him want to run and hide, not inspire him to be better.

it wasn't even just the lessons either. he'd always had a fascination with the jewelry some of the wives wore and the fetching gowns they'd wear on occasion. they were so much prettier, so much more unique than the standard garb he was put in. he loved the way they walked and carried themselves, too, so much that he tried to copy them. harlon quite liked pretty things, he thought all men did, and so he wanted to be pretty, too. he was envious down to the bone and could not understand why things had to be so different, so strict, and so stupid.

thus, harlon's childhood was marked by a persistent & profound feeling of loneliness and wrongness. deep down, beyond what the eye can see, there were parts of him that he could not cede or wash away, that not even duty or pressure could deform and make anew. simply put: he could not be what he was supposed to be, what his blood & his name demanded he be. it didn't come naturally to him the way it did his peers, and he couldn't pretend that it did — would not pretend. whatever space they had carved out for him upon his birth was not one he could occupy, and so he would have to carve one out on his own.

harlon was never a warrior, but he was smart, immensely so. he didn't want to reave and raid, but build and create. there was an entire world out there, one beyond trading ports and seaside villages, and he wanted to experience it firsthand. sensing that there was no life for a young teenage harlon in pyke, and that he was dangerously close to a breaking point, his father arranged for him to live with another family in the green (main) lands for a time, where he could maybe learn a thing or two and experience a change of pace. [ ahem. 💀 ]

harlon treasured his father's mercy and that period of his life greatly, for he learned so very much, among which the sorry fact that he was too much of a squid for the green lands & too green for the iron islands. the irony was not lost on him that he grew up wanting to leave his home more than anything, but found himself missing it dearly when he finally did.

it wasn't for him, then: this "running away" business. all his life he had thought himself weak, but he was wrong, more wrong than he had ever been about anything before. just because his strength and hardiness looked different than that of the men he'd grown up with, that didn't mean it was any less true, that he was any less ironborn. it had taken time and torment to reveal this to him, but once he knew it, he could never un-know it. ironborn were indomitable. they persisted and held true to their ways no matter what. could the same not be said of harlon, who stepped off that ship and refused to shrink back? who now stood at his full height and dared to be?

harlon always had ideas — too many, one might even say — but he came back with even more. life on the rocks was hard, but he felt it didn't have to be. that there had to be some way to bring all ironborn into the fold of the new world without having to lose their ways. they were a formidable force, people with salt & sea in their veins. who was to say that an ironborn couldn't one day be master of ships? that their names couldn't invoke just as much respect and recognition as those of other houses and lands? that they couldn't engage in trade, security, ship building, and more? there had to be more to their lives than what currently was, and if none else could rise to the task of making it so, then he would. the world around them was changing, and if they didn't change along with it, they would be at risk of being left behind, washed away like the foundations that pyke was built on. he believed in that wholeheartedly, and he wanted others to believe in it, too.

which... was a lot easier said than done. harlon's voice didn't carry any weight on the islands. he wasn't an esteemed sailor or a fierce warrior. he was just harlon, which was putting it... extraordinarily kindly. so, he did what the women he grew up watching did: he kept his head down and spoke in whispers, waiting and watching for the political climate to begin to change.

harlon officially entered the world of trade and worked on a ship as a sailmaker, listening for any who might share his belief in the new ways or might be open to it. he planted ideas in the minds of others through gossip and small comments, and watered them with flattery. when home, he would build bridges and rapport with other houses on the islands. he has to believe that one day those seeds will take root and bring forth a new wave of cultural change to propel them into the new age. he has to, and would do anything in his power to accomplish this. if he cannot live like a lady in a folk tale, which is to say marry for love and have a family of his own, then he'll have this.

prominent traits percipient, craven, lighthearted, guarded, clever, kittenish, sensitive, charismatic, distrustful, effete, sycophantic, visionary. defining characteristics tall stature ( 6ft ), heavy brown gaze that gives nothing away, an arch smile that suggests he knows something you don't, dark wavy hair that's currently just past his shoulders but usually worn longer, glimmering jewelry & fine clothes, a curious lack of sun damage or scars to his fair skin, a soft voice that he never raises and demands one listen closely. quirks hurt, shock, or touch him enough and you'll form a crack in his mask. after, you can watch as he visibly closes himself off again, snuffs the light in his eyes, and pretends it didn't happen. he also likes to have something in his hands to fiddle nervously with, lest he start messing with his rings. marital status unwed & actively avoiding it. his first and only courtship was a disaster he has no intentions of repeating. orientation his fascination with women confuses him, for he mistakes it as potential attraction that he, for whatever unspeakable reason, simply cannot follow through on ( or, rather: he wishes it was potential attraction, because his life would be so much easier if it was ). the unspeakable reason is that he may or may not just want to be them instead ( in small part because that means he'd be able to marry a man, and he's secretly a pitiful, absolutely pitiful (!!) romantic ). he knows he likes the company of men, though. that has never been a question, nor has he ever doubted it. gender he would rather not think about it. 🖤 skills artistry, problem - solving, archery, dance, planning, acting like things don't affect him, improv, and communication. threat level low. harlon is a much better fighter these days, and he has to be, but it isn't a strength of his. he will attempt to run, talk, or fuck his way out of a situation before resorting to a physical altercation. he doesn't want to hurt or get hurt.

harlon is purposely lighthearted, at times bordering on irreverent. if he allowed himself to feel the depth of what courses within him, he would sink to the very bottom of that sea and drown, as he almost did in his youth. so, he puts on a brave face. he builds walls so that every brush against the world won't leave him bloodied and bruised ( or, so that you won't see it when it does, x ). plus, he knows that nothing is more infuriating than someone who is really and truly unfazed. it's equal parts power move, defense mechanism, and just how he is. harlon was a mild - mannered little shit as a kid. he's only moderately different now, in that he knows how to play the propriety game well enough to mostly cover it up. he takes notice of what people want and react best to, and tries to give them a version of himself that might most resemble that.

he's traveled to many places in his lifetime. his favorites are wherever he has a friend he can visit and the summer isles.

you may be asking yourself: dev, is harlon abandoning his duties? to which i say... takes deep breath. yes! 😍🖤 rip. so sorry to his pops. he's always coming up with excuses whenever anyone asks, or scheduling another trip out at sea just to not have to be there. truth is that he's hoping his sister will either inherit everything or she'll have a son who can. either way, it won't be him. he tried once and made it clear that would be the last time. advancing ironborn society is his main goal now.

he likes nice things, fascinating things, pretty things — shiny things especially, like a magpie ( and it shows ). he likes music, dance (!!), and art. he's particularly good with ink and needlework — embroiders extra designs into a lot of his clothes, like a golden kraken with jewels or pearls for eyes. it's why he took up sailmaking and it's helped him stitch up wounds, too. he's helped design figureheads for ships before, and makes a bit of coin doing that, along with other commissions. all in all, life can be bleak. he likes things which make it feel less so.

he is um how you say ... a floozy 🖤 both in actuality and metaphorically. he will flirt and schmooze and praise to get what he wants, because he can't get it by other means. but doesn't everyone want to feel wanted at the end of the day? he's practically doing a public service tbh. ugh, what an angel. and i did say he likes pretty things, too, so. can you really be surprised?

he's not fighting in anyone's war. sorry. he'll break his own legs to avoid it. might even become the first cis man to get pregnant if it means he'll get out of it for a few months lmao. he dgaf. he's a draft dodger and proud! he will support whoever keeps his sister safe ofc ( from a distance ), but he doesn't trust anyone to be able to do that. really, harlon just wants to go home. he detests the growing likelihood of more war and all of the horrors that follow.

tldr do you remember when cersei said "i should wear the armor, and you the gown"? harlon is the reverse of that. he wants to wear the gown, not the armor, and his entire life has been dealing with the consequences of that. the end <3

wanted connections ( not limited to these only, ofc ) —

the reason harlon comes back a changed person is because of the best friend he made when he was sent to stay with another family. i picture this being a male character who is more "traditionally" masculine, in whatever way that means for your character, and who was quite kind to harlon. it was the first time that someone outside of his family and of the same sex had really validated him, and they became thick as thieves thereafter. harlon really, really loved them, and thought so highly of them. they could've kept in touch afterward, grown apart and are meeting again now, or maybe they had an unfortunate and nasty falling out for whatever reason. :) either way, this character changed his life for the better, and he'll always cherish that summer he spent by their side.

remember that failed courtship i mentioned? yeah. it likely would've been going perfectly fine, until maybe they attempted to do more than hold hands or even just the reminder of that eventual reality sent harlon into a category five panic attack, and things just weren't the same after. either raised enough hell to get his father to cancel any talks of a confirmed betrothal, or did something unbecoming enough that it forced such a conclusion while still sparing her dignity. maybe she can't forgive him. maybe she understands what he can't say. maybe they knew each other beforehand, and it made the rejection worse. anything goes!

his captain!

friends. please! all sorts of friends. unlikely friends, long - distance friends, frenemies, former friends, good friends, friends who debate so passionately that they seem like enemies but really this is so fun for them, friends who see through each other's shit which is sooo annoying, enemies who are unfortunately so alike / complementary that they can't help but begrudgingly be friends, etc etc. could be old or could be brand new and forming as we speak!

can't call him a floozy and then not have him be a floozy, so. hehe. if anyone wants a piece... or if anyone wants a dynamic where harlon flirts with them just to tease them and it's all in good fun... or perhaps even old crushes and flings... perhaps some will they, won't they tension... some history like first times or experimentation... a "you want to fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid" dynamic... maybe they fooled around before and harlon doesn't remember oops or is pretending to not remember bc he can be petty like that. anything, whatever the case may be, do let me know. :3

speaking of which, idk if harlon has been in love before. or loved romantically. if anyone would like to explore that, whether past or present or future, lets do it!

guard dog x master, "there's no manipulation involved—it is loyalty, brutal, dogged loyalty. and it goes both ways."

"you say you'll be teaching me to fight, but if every man fights differently, seems to me what you'll really be teaching me is how to defeat you." / "i'll take my chances."

"i'm just wondering where you and i stand." / "keep wondering."

"sometimes i try to sync our dreams so i can terrorize you in different dimensions"

"[he] was my husband. i loved him and he loved me. but what he shared with you? it was entirely something else."

"i'm sorry, [harlon]. i'm just not interested in you, not like that." / "'not interested in you like that'? look at the state of you."

"there's an undeniable secret level of romance that can only be achieved between two people who have divorced badly"

"gay sex will not fix this situation. honestly, it'd probably make it worse. that being said i think we should give it a shot anyway"

genuinely, i will say yes to every connection ever. idc. gimme them all. so if there's something you want that you think harlon is a good fit for, i'm all for it! 🫶

[toomuchracket]

I have a few birthday imagines that go round my head all the time. The first one being that reader has a 'normal' job, and Matty is in the band. It's coming up to his first birthday as a couple and she starts freaking out because what do you get someone who is able to afford anything he wants to buy. Anyway maybe in the end she makes him something? It would be all about the sentiment with Matty I think, so either something personal/homemade or maybe she plans a day for them doing all of his favourite things :)

Equally when it gets to readers birthday, Matty wants to buy her everything she's ever shown a slight interest in but he also doesn't want to overwhelm her, especially as she keeps reminding him not to go over the top. Maybe he remembers reader completing Charli's perfume one time so he sneakily asks her what fragrance it is then buys it for her. And I like to imagine he'd take her for a fancy meal out aswell, somewhere better than she's ever been before, maybe a fine dining restaurant.

my love @throughthepostmodernlens has a lovely fic quite similar to your first request with the day full of his fave things, but i'll discuss a lil bit too!

like you said, the man has enough money to get whatever he might want or need, so it's a total struggle to buy him a gift, especially because you're somewhat more financially limited than matty - he's hyper-aware of that though, and of the fact his taste is so diverse that planning a gift for him could be overwhelming, so he's very like "you don't need to get me anything, sweetheart, all i want and need is to spend the day with you". and that's cute, it really is, but you'll be damned if you're going to let your boyfriend's birthday go without a gift from you. and again like you said, i think matty would so appreciate sentiment over monetary value, being gifted something personal. i'm obsessed with the idea of you and matty having your own little book club, where you take turns to pick a book then read it independently and discuss it over some wine (and a joint, if that's your thing), and i think you'd maybe do gifts relating to that - you're always ranting at matty for dog-earing the pages of his books to mark his place, so maybe you get some bookmarks made up of your favourite pictures of the two of you and put them in his gift. matty's also the type of boyfriend who's just obsessed with hearing your thoughts at every second of every day (i fully believe he's the type to be like "so what are you thinking rn" at like 3am when you're trying to get to sleep lol), so you gift him your fully annotated copies of the books he's recommended thus far for your little book club (with little dedications to him at the start of each one), and that way he can spend hours reading the little scribbles verbatim from your thoughts about something he's personally recommended to you because he thought you'd like it :((( you put those in a gift bag with a lovely bottle of wine and a bunch of flowers and some chocolate (and maybe a little bag of weed too lmao), and you bake him a birthday cake, and head over to his house on the morning of april 8th. and matty's so happy to see you on his special day, and also slightly exasperated about the fact you got him a gift when he told you it was unnecessary - you shut him up with a kiss and tell him to open it. he's touched when he sees the homebaked cake, impressed when he sees the wine and chocolate, giggly at the weed, blushy at the flowers, and deeply overwhelmed and emotional at the literary gift. matty's a little confused at the books ("they're the ones i chose for us to read?") at first, until you tell him to open them. when he picks up the first one, one of the bookmarks falls out of the front cover, which sets him off already because "that picture of us is so cute. like look how pretty you are"" (which makes you blushy), and then when he flicks through the pages and sees your annotations he fully cries like "i'm getting little glimpses into your brain oh my god i fucking love this i love you i love the way your brain works" (then because she goes vibes actually). and that's just on the first book! matty gets so much more emotional with every book he picks up - he insists on doing this even though you tell him its the same idea for each - and you physically have to climb onto his lap and hold his hands to stop him just sitting and reading them for the whole day. but yeah - lots of teary kisses from matty, telling you this is the best gift he's ever gotten and he's so grateful and he just loves you so much and you're the most brilliant and beautiful and kindest person he knows, before he pulls himself together and you guys have the loveliest day.

and yeah, matty would be a bit of a nightmare on the lead-up to your birthday - he spoils you at the best of times (when you let him), simply because he's a simp (lol) and he loves you and wants to treat you well, but you make a point of sitting him down and looking him dead in the eye to tell him to keep the gifting lowkey. and it's hard for matty to not immediately pull out the credit card as soon as you offhandedly mention you like the look of something you saw advertised or walked past in a shop; you notice this about him quite quickly, so i think you'd drop subtle (and not-so subtle) hints about what you really wanted for a good while before your birthday. going with perfume, mentioned in the ask - while you're out for george's birthday, you really loudly compliment charli's perfume while matty's in earshot, like "i'm almost out of my favourite one, i'll need to buy more soon haha!", and matty hears and he's like "ooh i could get her some for her birthday!". and he makes a point of looking in your room to see which one you wear, but you have a couple on rotation and he has no idea which one you mean - matty's undeterred, though, because it means he has an excuse to come up and kiss your neck as you're getting ready for dates like "god, you smell amazing. what perfume is that?" and you're like fuck yeah he's got the hint "it's a dior one!" and tell him the name. on your birthday, you're surprised when matty hands you a dior-embossed envelope rather than a gift bag, and ready to yell at him when he says "look, sweetheart, i know this is a bit more money than you're probably cool with having spent on you, but i think it's something you'll love" - you open it to see an invitation to their selfridges boutique for a vip fragrance creation session, aka you getting to create your own personalised perfume. and while yeah you're utterly aghast at how much this is probably costing matty (he will not say), a) he looks so excited to be gifting you this opportunity, b) the thought of creating your own perfume with the brand you wear daily has you GIDDY, and c) it's actually a very thoughtful gift and you know fine well a single bottle of dior collection privee fragrances can last for a decade because they're so pure, meaning it's actually economical of you to do this, so you don't complain. instead, you give your boyfriend a big kiss and say "this is incredible. thank you so much. i love you!", and matty exhales and reciprocates the affection. and you both have a lot of fun at the dior boutique while you create your own scent, and also in matty's bedroom when you head back to his after dinner (which was in the literal fanciest place of all time, it was incredible), because the perfume you've come up with is so irresistible to matty that he actually cannot keep his hands off you at all (another bonus of that gift) lol <3

[abbyheilman]

"I figured you didn't tell everyone." He'd been newer to the club and telling them his drama probably wasn't the best way to start off. If she had to guess, his closest friends and family knew which did little in making her feel better. Especially since she'd grown to know many of them. Perhaps their loyalties weren't to her but she would have hoped that maybe a few would try to speak some sense into him while encouraging him to see it through her eyes. It seemed like they hadn't. "I know that you told Zeki." Their run in hadn't been the most joyful and it only went downhill when he confirmed that he knew what happened and hadn't even said anything throughout the years either. "Disagreements are one thing but supporting it is another and I don't know." She didn't think they were worse than Nash because she still struggled with the notion that loving someone and hurting them like that wasn't something that went hand in hand. Perhaps he'd love her before but there had to be some sort of shift somewhere for him to be able to do what he had. It wasn't his fault if that was the case. She couldn't blame him for his feelings shifting and all she could do was hate the way he'd went about ending their relationship. It would have been easier if he'd apologized and they'd both chosen to go their own way but he'd made it clear that he wasn't going anywhere which left her in a jumbled mess of emotions. It didn't provide her the time she needed to thoroughly sit with the situation. Not when she kept getting flowers at her work places. "It's confusing." She wanted to try to have him understand that his trying was difficult and she couldn't wrap her head around his intents and her own. Abby was at a loss if it was excitement she felt when she got flowers or if it was dread because she'd be stuck thinking of him for the rest of the day. "It doesn't help with my need to try and to get past things." And by that she meant move on, which perhaps was the intended goal and if it was, he was doing a good job at ensuring she kept thinking of him.

If he'd found her address, she didn't know how she would feel about it. Which had little to do with him and more knowing that the club would perhaps know where she lived as well. It was one thing for him to know but he'd already proven that his loyalties went to them before they went to her. There was no guarantee that he wouldn't share. Luckily, it seemed like he hadn't tried to find it and that was relief on its own. "I have cameras so I'll know." Abby said with a grin even though they barely worked and were just outside of her apartment door and not outside of her building. If he sat in front of there, she wouldn't know the difference. "But I appreciate it." Her workplace was sacred and with her wanting to catch up on her debt, it was essential that she do everything in her power to ensure that she keep her job and the money rolling in. With how their last few conversations had gone and how they'd easily turned south, it was best he steer clear of the places that could fire or let her go. "Fang is a ladies man and you've got to accept that." Part of her wanted to tease and let him know that he could even use it in his favor but she didn't want to think of him trying to hit on other women by using his dog. "I bet. He must put you to shame." The blonde said with a small smile before she focused on sipping on her drink while Nash explained the time that he'd sat in front of her house and contemplated coming in to talk to her. It would have been appreciated and well received but she'd grown thinking things that were hard to wrap her head around. "The neighbours were very protective." Abby had been close to them with the tragedies that had hit her family so they always checked in and ensure that she had everything she'd needed so there was no surprise that they wouldn't try to protect her after everything that happened. Her gaze shifted towards his wrist, having only seen the A that was still there. At first she'd been sure that he'd covered it only to realize that it had been there the entire time. The sentiment warmed her heart even if he'd tried to distract himself from it. Her sleeve was pulled to show him his initial. "I thought about burning it off a time or two." She looked at the letter but decided that if anything, it could be a lesson learnt for her. Not to believe a young boy who had promised her the world. It wouldn't work out for her. "The betrayal is a big reason why I don't think I can get close or give it another shot but there's other reasons." The main one was that she didn't know where he stood. Whether he wanted this friendship or something else and if he wanted one over the other, she needed to know in order to shift her feelings. "The feelings I had never changed for you. They've been surpressed for years but I never fell out of love with you. So, this isn't going to work if all you can handle is a friendship because it means that I need to figure out what to do with these feelings. But you're telling me so many different things. You say you can't stand beside me, then you tell me that I've always been your first choice, and you get jealous. I just need to know where you're at." There wasn't even a guarantee that she'd want to pursue anything with him, even less a friendship. But it needed to be on the table so she had a better idea of where to go from here.

"Not everyone knows by the way. There were only a few that I actually told the whole truth to." His personal business was his own. It wasn't like he felt the need to overshare on those kinds of situations. Relationships and those feelings were kept inside, he was almost positive that most of the members of Sons could agree. Some things should not be spoke about. Not that he didn't trust that kind of information to be spoke with them, but like most men Nash didn't like to divulge in the feelings of the heart, just skimming the surface. The usual go to was - he fucked up and broke her heart. Least it was truthful. The details were important sure with the damage that they brought - the lie, and the false narrative he had kept inside of him for years. But those details weren't meant to be left so vulnerable and out in the open for everyone else. "A true friend is someone who can disagree with you but still cares and support you. Disagreements are just temporary blips in the friendship world. But I get it, perhaps it would have saved us both. I can't change that though. I can only begin to prove that I am trying to change." His reasoning and his decisions were his only. Nash would say that until he was blue in the face. There was understanding. "I put you in a bad situation and an even worse one." Nash knew they shared friends, it was normal to. With dating, their long friendship growing up before that. And being in such a small town - the options were kind of limited. There was guilt of that but it was just all jumbled into everything being his fault. Nash was no novice of that and it certainly hadn't dwindled in the slightest even though they were here now - shockingly having a decent conversation that hadn't been composed of yelling and storming off in a fit of rage. "Well, I'm not going to do anything to make you hate me more. But I know, I know it's difficult and I'm sure I am not making it easy for you -with me trying. I won't stop that. All I can do is be here for whenever you start to figure out what you want to do. I'll respect that with what you decide. You have the control here this time around. I would say be brutal as you can, but I know that's easier said then done. And only wishful thinking. You're better then that."

"When there's a will there's a way. Everything is pretty much public knowledge by the way if you know where to look."He mused, fighting back to raise a brow. The man held off. "Don't worry though your privacy is yours only. I have taken enough from you to take any more." They were just words, but the realness behind them was in full force. Where she worked too should be a safe space for her. Whether that was at the hospital or at the Raven. That was why he resorted to sending her flowers, or what ever else would soon to come. He would never show up unannounced with the way their dynamic was right now. He had already messed that up with The Raven for her and Nate - even if it was outside. The premise was not professional and he wasn't about to make that mistake twice either. "No, but it makes him a traitor. You know how much that asshole eats? And you think I have a huge appetite, you have seen nothing like his." Nash shook his head. Just leaving the bulky bag of his food, a little ways open he would scarf it all down before Nash could even comprehend of what was going on. Then look at Nash probably asking for more. It just meant Nash had to get more clever in the different ways he had to hide it. But damn that thing was a real bitch to carry up his buildings stairs. In between the replies, the man munched on his fries and shake. It was definitely hitting the spot. He was half tempted to grab more food for the road, but figured it would be too cold once he started to begin to try and fix what he deemed was wrong with her car. "Of course." It wasn't easy for him, even if it seemed like that. Appearances can be deceiving. "I almost caved a few times, telling you the truth I mean- a few weeks and then about two months after. It was some miracle I didn't. I remember one time I just sat in front of your house, probably was for a few hours . Not in my old truck, I think I borrowed a friends to be inconspicuous." Surely, if she would have come outside and he would have seen her - it would have been a done deal. "I am almost positive your neighbor tried to call the cops that one time. And then my visits began to become less frequent." Nash had to stand by his decision. Once a decision is made, you should stop worrying and start working. It’s not always what we know that makes it a good decision. It is what we do to implement and execute it that makes it a good decision. "I just tried to disguise it. Tried to mask things that made me think of you. Like this. I got this Sparrow so it would distract people from the constant asks I would get about the A there." Nash admitted, his own hues looking at his tattooed wrist. The A was still there, the man didn't have it in him to wipe it away completely. Just like completely wiping her away, he wouldn't survive it. She was still present in his life, just not in the way she should have been for all those years. The intention was just to deceive, like the lie he had told all those years ago. "Because you have always been my first choice. I know my track record proves otherwise, but I can't not try. Not because I expect anything out of return, but it's something I can't live without doing. If there comes a day where you decide that what is best for you is to not have me be a part of your life, I'll accept it. But that won't change that you aren't still everything to me. You always have been . If that time comes at least I know I tried my hardest to have that fighting chance."

[blackberry-gingham]

All We've Ever Known

Gambit x fem!reader | Chpt 1 > Chpt 2

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Summary: Retired from the X-Men, and on course for a new life, you and Remy have enjoyed a happy marriage of the last few years. With the slew of welcome, happy changes it's brought to his life, it's little surprise that they've begun to leave their mark on Gambit's person.

You see a happy, loving man who's simply grown into his body at last after a life of rigorous living. He sees a man so disgustingly different from the one you married, it makes him ill. Sparking a one sided divide in your relationship, things come to a head when you try to address things. Little do you know, He's felt this way for a long time now- And the infamous Remy Lebeau is nothing if not stubborn.

Tags: Body image issues, past weight gain, angst, fluff, married couple, and of course dad bod gambit

Tag list: @greenheart99 (I promise this one ends happy bestie 🥲🙏🏻) @samatedeansbroccoli (idk if dad bod is even your thing, feel free to ignore lol)

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Another shirt on the bed. and another. and a small pile of pants all around on the floor. The things that fit, he doesn't like. Or, they don't fit well. Not like the way they should, anyway. Like how they used to.

So, here's another pair of pants, the need for a shirt currently put aside it would seem. These he used to love, strange that he's forgotten where they were for so long. They feel so restrictive coming up- but that's alright, they was always tight in the thigh. "Skinny jeans" and all that. Then with just a little more effort then he remembers needing, they're over the ass and...

They won't close.

But...? No, no. No, if he just pulls real hard and squeezes just right and sucks it in a little, maybe the lips of each hem will at least kiss. Right? They don't even have to button- he'd be happy just to have this... This one, little thing. So he gives one more good, solid pull.

He gives up soon after.

A kiss? Pah- more like a restraining order.

Gambit's arms, thick with muscle, drop to his side. They're far too tired from wrestling with garment after garment in the mirror. He used to love this pair, that he remembers well. Would wear them near everyday, as a mater of fact- Now it feels like he's lucky just to have gotten them up to his ass.

Where oh where has it all gone wrong... Things were so fine, so perfect when you two finally made it. After all the hardships and the differences and the figuring out, you finally made it. You were ready. He was ready. Ready for the long road. Ready for the big commitment.

More then ready- for one girl. Forever.

He can remember every detail from your wedding together- from your flowers to your makeup and hair and dress. The weather the time the songs the food they served the name of the venue- He's still got the suit he wore, you know. Anyone but you would've called it an eyesore, but it was far too him for you to have complained- perfect enough for your perfect day, on that merit alone. It's somewhere in this house, packed away in all this mess...

But he wouldn't dare try to look for it now.

Wouldn't look at it, wouldn't hold it up, and God forbid- wouldn't try it on.

No, he's far too terrified of what he'll be faced with for that. For the reality. The situation he's put himself into. The disappointment. It's a pain he cannot bear- Not lately. Especially not when it's such a dear memory so closely tied to you.

All that was years ago... Your wedding day. Sure you've gotten a little older. A little different here and there. But to him, you are always just the same. Just as gorgeous. Just as perfect. It's so unfair- You're the same now as when he first saw you, on that hot and humid day down in New Orleans. And when he went on that first, fancy date with you after weeks and weeks of trying to convince you. And when he proposed. And when you said yes. And when you got your first house together, and-

But him? Oh, he's changed alright. Just not nearly as gracefully. He used to be so lean and hard when you were dating. Always the same. Always handsome and fit. He was thief, a street rat. What was he if not limber and agile and tight? It was an achievement. A prize that had him winning in the game of life. He had something back then that every man wanted.

Wolverine was a little too bulky.

Cyclops and Kurt way too skinny.

But him? He was always perfect. The right amount of everything- They all knew it, the ladies too. Deep down, he always knew. It was obvious. Obvious enough that he didn't have to pretend to be so confident. So self assured and self absorbed.

Not like the way he has to now.

And wouldn't you know... It worked. Of course it did. He had so much attention. So many women. He could get anyone he wanted, because when all it was down to was his body versus another's- he was every bit the superior.

For a long time, he figured that was just what he'd won you over with. He had looks in the face and a body he knew you wanted to touch, and well... The rest is history. Sure, you would try to tell him it wasn't about that, but that's just how things were between you two. Always kidding. Always teasing, playfully taking the other down a peg.

He knew you didn't mean it when you said that.

It was the same thing when you'd tell him he wasn't taking care of himself. That he didn't eat well, or enough. "A cigarette isn't breakfast", you say. "A glass of whiskey isn't dinner", you say. But he'd only do those things once in a while- So it was fine, wasn't it? Like he said, all jokes. Just teasing.

Until... You got married. Then it was out with the old, in with the new. A new life. New habits. A new him.

Hell, he was so happy... He'd have brought you the moon, if only you'd ask. He still would, too.

Anything to make you happy. Anything that would earn him just a little more of your favor. He'd eat around you, just to keep you appeased. The both of you were living together now, there soon became no excuse to not eat what you'd give him. No excuse to live like a bachelor, and eat like shit- if at all. Not even an excuse to eat lean and calculated protein diets, like the damn X-Men wanted him to. That life was over, and all he remembers is... You were so, so happy. Just to be with him. Just to see him. Just to wake up each morning to these black and red eyes that landed him in the streets, and to go to bed each night listening to the amplified snores out of this big, proud, French nose.

You were finally married. Living together full time. Having every meal together. Every spare moment together. When he was so happy- he forgot all about what he looked like. What he felt like. What did it matter? He was married to the love of his life. He was free at last, never having to worry about ending up alone. So what did he care? He ate a little more- but he could still be the same. He could still wear his clothes and count a few ribs and when you touched his body he had abs to show you and veins and tendons and bones sticking out all over- You like the kind of stuff... right? He always thought so, at least. Why else were you with him, if not?

But somewhere along the way, he started to slip-

He wasn't thinking about what he was and wasn't eating. He wasn't paying attention to when he'd need or receive new or bigger clothes. Maybe here and there it would bother him... But you never treated him any different. Never stopped wanting to be with him or close to him. Never stopped being intimate. Never commented much at all on his looks, save to call him handsome or some such.

Nothing had changed between him and you- and that was all that mattered to him.

For a time, anyway.

Gambit continues to stare blankly at the mirror before him. Palms open, he runs his hand up his torso- from the waistband of his ill fitting pants, over his belly, to just bellow the lumps of his pectorals. The skin tenses as he pulls it up, returning with a gentle bounce when he lets go. He can't even see all the complex, intricate veins and tendons on the back of his hands anymore- His abs are long gone, and all those sinewy, thick veins too.

He's left with a shadow of his collar bone, a blanket over his once sharp, taught jawline and a wealth of pink, itching stretchmarks not quite through with the process of fading to white. They lace up his hips and his stomach and thighs, and if he looks too closely there's even one or two eking out from the sides of pecs-

And all he can think about, is how they never used to be there at all.

Forget the X-Men for a moment- Being a professional thief keeps you in a certain shape all in its own right, especially when you're running with the Guild. Toned but sleek. Streamline but buff. Hell, even when he finally did trade that life for the X-Men, things hardly changed. A little more muscle for the ladies, but not enough to cause him any damage. Quite the opposite, really-

And look at him now, huh?

Gambit turns a little to the side, just enough to get a good look as he flexes his thick arm. All at once as he does so, as though shocked with a stimulating current, the soft fat immediately gives way- Nowhere near as sharp as he'd like, but the entire extremity hardens and shapes. A few shallow lines and dents appear in the flesh, all showing off the magnificently impressive muscles hiding below the surface.

He could split firewood with his bare hands in a body like this- but what use is strength to him at the steep cost of his looks? At the cost of his abs? At the cost of his superhuman agility? At the cost of all the things that he's certain drew you to him to begin with. Those are the things that made him who he was. They defined him, and indeed they still do- They are what allow him to earn your love, after all.

And so without them...

With a deep sigh, Gambit relaxes his arm. Looking back in the mirror and to the long faded stretch marks marring his triceps, he can't help but remember- These were the first. The first, and perhaps the only ones he could tolerate. Who doesn't want bigger biceps, after all? These were but a small toll to pay for that larger goal. Thick muscles to show off all his hard work and training, after all- but Then... Then came all the rest.

He looks back down to his hips and belly. From this angle, he can best see the gentle furrows, the wrinkles, these scars of his carelessness have given him.

Wrinkles... at his age? Who indeed would want that-

"Remy! Are you coming?", you call up, laughing lightly, from somewhere downstairs.

Gambit snaps out of his nightmare, calling back a knee jerk response, "I'm comin'! I'm comin'...", he calls, then sighs.

Even from here, the smell of fresh breakfast wafts through the air. Between the two of you, and with a little training at the start from you to him, this house sees plenty of cooking. He loves to tease that you never make the food spicy enough, and he will all day long if you let him. If anyone else asked, however, he'll be quick to supply the truth- He loves your food. Besides, the simple fact that you'd go through that kind of trouble to make sure he's fed to begin with makes everything taste all the better, he thinks. No ones ever loved him like that before.

Gambit shucks the ill fitting jeans and trades them for whatever it is he was wearing to bed. He doesn't even bother checking the mirror to think about what to match them with- instead he grabs a sweater from the closet beside him. This sweater was his go to back when he was first starting to lose his abs. Just something big and baggy to hide away in- only until he could get his body back and all, of course.

Nowadays it clings to him far more then he would like.

Remy takes a deep breath, sucking it in as he straightens down the front of his top. Whatever you've got prepared, he's not sure he's willing to wait any longer- His stomach growls gruffly at the distant promise of food after a night of being empty.

Either hand already bracing his torso, Gambit clicks his tongue, muttering at the organ, "Now you hush"

With a huff, he lets go of his body and turns to take the long trek downstairs. The felted fabric rubs against his skin with each trot down the steps, itching uncomfortably against his scars, newer and older, and the trail of hair down below. It itches and jostles- and it makes him sick, just at the thought of himself.

They cloud his head all the way down, until he turns the corner... and the refreshing surprise of your lips on his clear the noise away. Caught off guard, a blissful groan escapes from him to you and the wash of peace is almost enough to distract him from your hands resting on his stomach. In your defense, he knows it's not your fault- It's only for balance on account of having to lean up and now over, too, to reach him.

Gambit sighs again, only this time without the joy of the first one. He remembers a time when your hands went to his chest when you kissed- He could pull you flat against his abs, get that little rush when you'd reach up on the tips of your toes to kiss him. Now he has no choice but to lean forward or be pulled in to meet you half way if he wants just one of said kisses.

You give his waist a welcoming few scratches and steal another kiss. Gambit takes your hands in his, holding them gently but firmly enough to ensure you cease such ministrations. He massages the back of your hands instead and anoints you with a kiss for forgiveness. There's something about your nails on the thin skin of his scars, even through his clothes, that scratch those old itches so, deliciously right.

He wonders if you know what it does to him. The relief. The comfort. The intimacy- He figures you must. After all, you're too sharp for him. Too attuned to his moods. To his subtle sounds and gestures and looks. Besides, he's none to proud of the noises that little move has gotten from him whenever he was too tired to know better. If that wasn't a give away, he's not sure what would've been.

Looking up with nothing but that sweet, sweet smile you let him hold your hands between the two of you.

"Mornin' ta you too, Cher"

You laugh, "I was starting to think you weren't coming"

"Aw, you know Gambit never miss a meal a' yours darlin", he squeezes your hands once more and nuzzles you with a playful growl- if only to disguise the petulant rumbling of his stomach.

The eggs and all are still warm when at last you both sit. You eat in a comfortable silence, a small but essential detail to married life. Strange, he never thought about the comforts of something as small as having someone to eat each meal with would offer... but he now knows it's one he wouldn't want to live without.

As always, the food is tasty and satisfying. He scarfs it down a little faster then he wants to, just to get his guts to be silent. You return his play of events with a curious glance, "Would you slow down? No one's going to take it from you, baby"

Your attempt at lighthearted teasing is far too overshadowed by the notes of concern within your own voice. In truth, it's not the speed that concerns you- no, you're used to him being a good, strong eater. It's the subtle things. The way he stabs the food a little too aggressively. The way he continues to huff bitterly through his nose.

It's not that he's not enjoying his meal- the satisfied little sighs after every other mouthful or so tells you that. It's more like... like he just wants to get this out of the way.

Odd... That's not like him.

As soon as you speak up, the strange mood seems to lift. He tries to smile and blow a compulsory huff of laughter and apology. He slows down, but that's not the change you were looking to help with. Still, it'll do you suppose. You shake the interaction out of your head and go back to your meal. When you've cut all that needs cutting upon your plate, you reach out to hold his hand while you eat- as you always do. You both enjoy quietly, with the occasional small talk around mouthfuls of food, as you always do. And when he's finished fighting with his meal, you offer him the remainder of what you couldn't finish from yours, just as you always do.

Gambit looks from his plate to yours, a guilty twinge coming over his thoughts. He makes a habit to never get enough food for himself- it feels far too incriminating to just outright take the amount he'd really like to have. It's an odd habit you think. And indeed, you know he does it- but still, one you've come to adapt to anyway. To compensate, you always take a little more for yourself then you know you can eat and give the intentional leftovers to him. He's never complained before- and after a while, it's now simply become habit.

The uncomfortable gnaw of a not quite satisfied stomach aches at him. It's almost like a pain. A wound. He can feel it, and the temptation to patch it up is so, so obtainable... He leans forward no more then a hair, just barely into the commitment of accepting your offer, only...

A half empty stomach may feel bad- but not quite as terrible as the way this shirt feels clinging around the paunch in his lap.

Gambit sniffs, twitching his aquiline nose sharply- a quick and clever disguise over the flash of a sneer he makes at himself, "Uh, no t'anks mama- Gambit not hungry"

He leaves you no room to question his choice- instead, he rises taking his and your plates with him to the sink. Any suspicions you would pose, are shut down with a grateful kiss to your forehead before he walks off. With an unreadable expression, you watch him scrape the food off your plate and down the sink.

Strange, you've never seen him turn you down before...

But you give your head a little shake to clear it. Perhaps he really is just full. No need to think too hard- You sigh to yourself and get up to help. On your way to clear the stove, you lay a hand across his back as thanks. After all, if there were an issue, you're sure he would tell you.

Right?

Breakfast passes and the dishes are done. The dissatisfaction of his stomach turns from mere annoyance, back to hunger, in a matter of hardly an hour. He tells himself he isn't hungry over and over and over again... but the success rate is low indeed. So instead, there he stands before the washer and dryer- burying himself in chores to distract from his woes.

In a set of real clothes at last, Gambit pulls out a shirt of his and gives it a snap before finding a hanger to put it on. He grumbles and hikes up his jeans yet again before leaning back down for the next article. Really, he grows weary of this room. Of this chore- This is just the place when he started to really take notice of how bad things were getting for himself, after all.

Now, he'll never forget.

Doing his own laundry. Hanging up his own jeans. Only to think to himself... There was no way these could be his. He'd always had a boxy waist, true enough. But only proportionately. Only in that it never cut in much from the width of his ribs. Even so- he was always slim. Slim enough that he's certain he'd never see pants of his that could be this wide.

But, they had to be- They were all like that, after all. Every single one in the wash, all roughly the same size as the last. Even now, he wishes he could choose not to believe it. He snaps the pants out and holds them aloft, inspecting them until he can no longer stand to look at them in full. He holds them closer and rolls apart the front and back of the waistband. On the back tag, he has only to read the inches starting with "4" before he winces.

He remembers when all his pants started with a low 3-somethng. Even just that difference was far more preferable to the 40s he's holding now.

Once, a while ago, the idea had entered his head that perhaps he was merely remembering wrong. He'd always been boxy, was he ever really that small in the waist? After all, he still had old clothes stored up somewhere... Where were those? He just wanted to see... Call it peace of mind, if you will.

Maybe he was remembering wrong- Surely that was all.

He remembers cutting out from the laundry room that day, the perfect time to do this without your notice. He remembers scuttling up to the attic, digging through all the boxes and boxes of old shit that he always told you he'd get around to getting rid of, but never did- He remembers he was so determined to be right. So sure that he hadn't let things get all too bad. He just needed to see that things hadn't changed as much as he thought.

Yes... That would do. That would appease him. It would soothe his ego enough for now before he made work towards shedding the weight. Towards getting back on track.

And when he finally found that box he was looking for... All he remembered, was how his blood ran cold.

Not quite a pair of pants, but there was that shirt- The one he'd wear under his armor, for compression and a tad of extra protection. It was a special weave, meant to supplement the suit he wore on the outside. And when he held it up, all those months ago...

It felt like a garment for a child.

It hadn't been washed. Hadn't shrunk. It was perfectly preserved up here with all the rest, and yet... What more was there to say? After such a crushing blow as that- He hadn't the heart to keep digging through the old clothes. No, his next move was to package it up in defeat and let you give it all away. He didn't even want the possibility of a reminder.

To this day, he still doesn't quite remember what those old pants of his used to measure. And further still- He's not sure he wants to.

That was about 4 months ago.

Tonight, Gambit braces his hands on the bathroom sink, leaning in close to the mirror before him. He clears a circle in the residual steam from his shower to take a good long look at his face. A swath of stubble has overtaken his jaw and chin. Normally this is admittedly of little interest to him- After all, the women always loved a little scruff, who cared if it wasn't perfectly shaped up all the time?

But, that was back when he couldn't see the underside of his jaw while looking straight on. Back when he didn't have this ghost of a double chin- Back when he actually had a nice jawline to give the hair some shape. Now? He feels like just another disheveled slob.

It's always a battle choosing. To shave or not to shave? And even then- how much is too much, or too little? He hates the way it grows down to his throat, but so too does he despise the way being perfectly clean shaven highlights that puffy, baby look his cheeks have come to possess. With a practiced flick, Gambit opens his straight edge and decides to get to work. Now that he's thinking about it, he doesn't want to have to look this long at himself for a while...

Maybe shaving down completely is for the best.

With long strokes of the razor, soon enough he falls into habit again. Gambit watches his hand for a little, before growing bored. His eyes flick back up in the mirror, making contact with his own reflection. His eyes, black with all but glowing rings of red, stare back at him. They look so, so tired... To think, these were the very things that got him put out by his own parents. Dumped in the streets and on the fringes of society ever since.

It was different enough to be noticed, but never so much so that it scared off the masses too bad. He was... unique, sure. But he never thought of himself much as a monster. To claim such a title would be laughable at best and distasteful at worst with the likes of Hank and Kurt around, but... Now? Now he thinks about it all the time. What else is there to call himself? Big and ugly and nothing like how he used to be not but a few years back-

Now, he looks more the part. The disgusting creature all those anti mutant mobs want to make people like him, like mutant kind as a whole, out to be. His limbs are thick and muscular, his body heavy set now that it's filled out to it's potential. Like he could cause some real damage if he wanted. Like he could rip through rebar or punch through rocks- like he could be scary. Dangerous, even, only now you can see it with but the assistance of his discolored eyes, instead of getting caught off guard by the surprise and might of his powers.

It doesn't feel good.

It doesn't feel earned or empowering or brag worthy... To be so big. So strong. So intimidating to look at.

It feels like it makes him ugly. Like he doesn't deserve someone as gorgeous and perfectly normal as you. Like he doesn't deserve the food he eats, or the clothes he wears, or the tender affections you lie and bestow upon him.

Gambit turns his head this way and that, inspecting the shave job. He runs a hand from his chin to his throat, feeling the soft little slope of skin disguising the bone beneath it, then eyes the expected outcome- those puffy baby cheeks and that soft jaw on full, glistening display. With that same long gaze, he watches the man in the mirror. His eyes are lost, scanning all over at the imperfections. God, he could stand here all night picking himself apart- Which makes him at least a little thankful to be rescued by your voice.

You call him out of the bathroom, urging him to come to bed at last. Remy sighs, reaching tiredly for one of many vaguely baggy shirts that he's regulated to a pj top.

"Comin", he calls back, pulling the shirt over his mostly dry body and trudging out the door.

The two of you exchange greetings and small talk for a decent while- but it's not until the conversation hits that sweet spot, the one where he knows you're going to lean in to wind down. The part where you're going to reach over to touch him. To try and cuddle. This past week, he's done a masterful job of evading this little part.

Although... Not because he wants to, per say.

It's because he must.

He's done so much to try and hide himself from you. Only he can know how far he's let himself go. Only he can be allowed the sting of being faced with the fact that he is no longer the man you married. The Remy you knew was svelte and trim and the most handsome man around. If you knew how much different he was, how really different- There's not a doubt in his mind that you'd come to hate him. To reject him-

Just as he hates and rejects himself.

What good is he to you like this? An embarrassment- That's what.

You continue on with your sentence, blissfully unaware of the turmoil in his mind, as your hand reaches out to rest on his dense body. Ever the clever mind, Gambit yawns and stretches big. He doesn't interrupt your little speech- but he does turn to his side and lay down. Away from you.

He pulls the blanket up, and hums along to show at least some degree of engagement with the things you say. But even so- it pains him to hear that drop of disappointment in your voice. He thinks again, maybe a little glance over his shoulder to at least look at you while you talk. Not good enough, it would seem.

With a barely disguised frown, you lay down on your own side too, watching his back dejectedly as you finish up your closing thought.

"Are you, uh... tired, then?"

Gambit turns over his shoulder once, then twice, as though your statement surprises him, "Hm? Oh, uh- yeah. Sorry cherie, Gambit have a long day, das' all"

You hum and nod, more to yourself then anything else. Gambit shoots you a small smile, doing wonders to conceal the guilt pounding inside him. With nothing left to be said, you wish him a good night... and click off the light.

[obxismylife2]

Savior (Rafe Cameron x y/n)

You're probably wondering what my parents' reaction was when they got home. Rafe told them about the rape, but with my consent because I couldn't do it. Well, they were worried about me the whole time they were gone on their second honeymoon, so it's a wonder they didn't squeeze me when they got home.

Of course, they both thanked the Camerons for taking care of me, and they especially thanked Rafe for keeping an eye on me the whole 14 days. I thanked him too, of course, because sometimes it messed up his plans, but he protected me in spite of it. Basically, we spent almost all of our personal time together.

Except he's been avoiding me for the past 3 months because whenever I wanted to see him I was told he was out somewhere and whenever I ran into him and he saw me he'd walk away. I don't know why, did I do something to him? I'd like to talk to him, but I'm not having any luck reaching him at home.

Right now John and I are on a boat trip, we wanted some time to ourselves to talk like brother and sister. We're not siblings by the way, he's just the brother I've never had. We've been lying around talking for about two hours now.

"Wow, the sun's going down, you want a ride home?" John asked, getting up to stretch his back. "You'd better" I put on a t-shirt and shorts as we also took a swim and John drove me to his cabin. We got in the Twinkie and drove to my house. At home I said hello to my parents and went upstairs to my room to take a shower when I noticed the lights were on in Rafe's room. I didn't hesitate for a second and ran out of the house to the Cameron's where Wheezie answered the door.

"Hi y/n" she hugged me and I hugged her back. "Hey Wheezie, listen is your brother home?" I asked immediately, not wanting to waste a second. "Rafe? No he's not, but Sarah said he should be here any minute. Come in, you can wait for him in his room" she stepped aside so I could step inside.

"Thank you" I patted her head and walked towards the stairs. "Yeah and I'll be in the living room if anything happens" she managed to yell at me before I climbed the stairs and entered Rafe's room. He must have forgotten to turn off the light, no one was here. It didn't look like it always did because he always kept the place kind of tidy, but now it looked like no one had been here in a while.

Clothes, stationery, papers, all strewn all over the room. Even the lamp from his desk had been dropped on the floor. Only his credit card was on the desk. I picked it up and noticed there was a little white powder on one edge.

I noticed something running across the bathroom floor. I turned on the light and saw drops of blood leading up to the sink where most of it was, and then a broken mirror caught my attention. There was Rafe's fist print in the middle from which cracks wound their way to the edges of the mirror. It looked like someone had hit it with all their might and cut themselves from the shards left in their knuckles, hence the drops of blood.

This is not good.

I was a little sick of the blood. Suddenly my phone started vibrating in my pocket. Rafe. I immediately clicked on the accept icon.

"Rafe! Thank God you-" "Hi, little flower," I could tell who it was from the voice. Barry. The person who runied Rafe's life and also r&p€d me. "You're probably wondering why I have Rafe's phone, the answer is easy. He owes me for merchandise and he hasn't paid up. The poor guy is now lying here in a pool of blood waiting for your salvation" I was shaking all over and slid down the wall to the floor.

"Y/n?" I suddenly heard Rafe's voice, but it didn't sound like it usually did. It was like Rafe was beaten and barely got my name out. "Please don't do anything he tells you to do" I suddenly heard a thump, Barry probably punched him and the sound was made by Rafe.

"I want you to bring me $75,000 in an hour or I'll shoot him. I'll send you the address" he didn't wait for my answer and hung up.

What the hell is going on again? And why me? Relax, y/n, calm down. Rafe's in danger. I have to act fast!

Within seconds, I got a text from an unknown number with an address. I noticed Rafe's car keys on the table, so I grabbed them, took a deep breath, and went home. Normally, I'd borrow my parents' car, but it's in the repair shop. The whole engine needs to be replaced.

Luckily, I didn't meet Wheezie or my parents. Back in my room, I grabbed my credit card and headed to the bank. I pushed the gas pedal all the way to the floor and when I was in front of the bank, I ran out of the car and smashed the front door. I ran up to the counter all out of breath.

"I need to withdraw $75,000 right away" luckily I had money in my own account to pay for college, but in the end I didn't want to continue my education. I was saving it for a major event, like a new place to live or a car, but I'd have to wait for that. Right now, my friend is more important.

"And the name?" The lady behind the counter asked some more questions about my account, then handed it to me in an envelope. "Thank you, you are someone's rescue" the lady was very nice and gave me a smile before I ran off. I threw the envelope on the passenger seat, started the car and pressed the gas pedal to the floor. I used the car's navigation to find the place I needed to go and within 20 minutes I was there.

As I grabbed the envelope, all of a sudden the glove box opened and a gun fell out. Jesus, Rafe! But it'll come in handy. I tucked it into the back of my shorts belt, put the envelope in my pocket and got out of the car. I was standing in front of a large and probably abandoned building. It had no windows at all, either the glass was broken or there were none. I turned on the flashlight on my phone and walked inside.

There were cobwebs everywhere, cracked rotten wood almost falling on my head and one beam almost killed me. Luckily I jumped in time, but again I almost choked on the dust that rose from the ground when the beam hit the ground. There was nothing downstairs, it was covered with beams and everything, so I went upstairs.

I was in some huge hall, and at the far end was a room with lights in it. Rafe! I immediately ran out and when I entered the room I saw Rafe lying in a pool of blood that was dripping from his nose and eyebrows, he was unconscious.

"Rafe!" I screamed and tried to run to him, but Barry stopped me with a gun to my forehead. Suddenly, I was back to the fear I had when he r&p€d me. My knees started to shake, my palms were sweating and my throat was dry.

"Money first, little flower" with shaking hands I slowly pulled the envelope with the money out of my pocket and handed it to him. He accepted the envelope and started to open it, not taking his eyes off me. My hands were still raised to my head and when he miscalculated he smiled at me tucked the envelope into his back pocket and continued to point the gun at me.

"Good to see you again flower, how about a repeat of last time?" He stepped closer to me until I was almost on the wall. "Don't you dare touch her!" suddenly Rafe knocked Barry to the ground until he actually knocked the gun out of his hand. Barry was on the ground and Rafe was sitting on top of him, punching him a shard as he was able to.

Suddenly they rolled over and this time Barry was on top. He started punching Rafe with his fists, I couldn't watch it so I pushed Barry to get him to fall off Rafe.

Only he grabbed my arm, so I fell with him and ended up underneath him. He grabbed me below the neck and started choking me. I tried to get his hands off of me with both hands, but unfortunately for me he was stronger.

"You shouldn't have teased me flower" he gripped my neck even tighter and I could almost see the darkness. Luckily for me Rafe wasn't unconscious and threw Barry away from me. I took a deep breath and tried to catch my breath. I had to clear my throat and roll over onto my stomach so I could breathe normally again.

When I looked at the fight next to me, I saw Barry beating Rafe. I picked up Rafe's gun and fired it at the ceiling. Barry got scared and got off Rafe. He was unconscious. I knelt down next to him and tried to wake him up.

"Rafe? Rafe can you hear me? Rafe please wake up" Tears streamed down my cheeks as I tried to wake Rafe up with little slaps.

"Rafe please don't do this to me" still nothing. With every passing second that I failed to wake him up, I was losing hope of ever seeing him happy and full of life again. Or that we'd go out again, to the movies, to the beach, to Charleston. It was like a piece of me was dying before my very eyes.

"Rafe please, I need you" after those words, one slap was all it took to finally wake him up. He slowly opened his eyes and frowned when he saw me.

"Are you okay?" Rafe let out, rolling onto his side to clear his throat. Drops of blood appeared on the ground. He's bleeding internally. Suddenly, I heard police sirens in the distance.

"You bitch, you brought backup, huh?" Barry pointed his gun at me. I did the same thing which he didn't expect and I fired right next to him as a warning. "I'm not afraid of you anymore." "Then you're gonna pay for this." he unholstered his gun and pulled the trigger.

Well, that's the end of me. I didn't even get to say goodbye to my parents, the pogues, and Rafe. At least I can protect him like this. I closed my eyes and resigned myself to my fate. I felt Rafe grab my shoulders and pull me down. I opened my eyes and saw a growing red spot on his chest.

When I realized what had happened I laid him on his back and tried to stop his bleeding chest with my hand. "Y/n" he couldn't speak, the bullet had probably punctured his lung, a stream of blood was pouring from his mouth.

"Rafe hang in there you'll be okay, just please stay with me" Barry meanwhile ran downstairs where the cops caught him, I know because I heard them calling for him to get down on the ground.

"Go to this address, I have all my savings stored there. It's....all yours. And the house is in your name, so you can live in it" He handed me the note with the address, which was now covered in blood, and closed it in my palm. "What?" I was completely confused. What savings? What house? And written in my name?

"I love you y/n, I tried to tell you before but I didn't want to rush it" I couldn't even see anymore, tears filled my eyes so much my vision blurred. I pressed one hand against Rafe's chest to keep him from bleeding and stroked his hair with the other.

He lifted his hand and stroked my cheek. It took a lot of strength, but he did it anyway. He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and smiled. Then his eyes closed and his hand fell back to the floor. That's when the police burst in.

"Stand back miss," one of the cops pushed me away and immediately two others rushed over and pushed him to the spot where Barry had shot him. The cop led me out of the building and put me in an ambulance that was parked a short distance from the building.

"Are you okay, miss? Are you all right?" The young paramedic spoke to me, checking my eyes. The other one took my blood pressure and then threw a blanket over me.

"We're going to take you to the hospital," one of the doctors in the ambulance said as he sat me down on a gurney. The other closed the door and got behind the wheel. "Please there's another person inside, you have to save him" I cried there and he grabbed my shoulders and looked intently into my eyes.

"Calm down miss, the paramedics are already with him" we arrived at the hospital within minutes and I was taken to the emergency room. "Miss (your full name), born in (the year of your birth), abrasions, hematomas in the neck area, probably in shock" the paramedic said, handing some paper to the doctor.

"Okay, thank you" the paramedics left and the doctor gave me the same examination as the paramedic. "You look fine, we'll just keep you here overnight for observation because of your shock" the doctor said and then the nurse took me to my room.

"Nurse, will you please inform me when a young boy with a gunshot wound to the chest is brought in?" "What is your relationship with him?" "He's my boyfriend" I said without thinking and she put an IV in my vein.

"That's so beautiful, young love. He's been transferred to the OR now so you'll have to wait" She put the little pin that monitors heart activity on my finger and then left.

I couldn't sleep at all. The other day went out of my room and into the corridor. I looked around to see what floor I was on. I went to the elevators and noticed a sign that said 5. Floor. I took the elevator down and went to the front desk.

"Hello, could you please tell me where Rafe Cameron is?" I blurted out to the receptionist. "You arrived just before him, are you his girlfriend?" A young pretty girl asked. About my age. "Yes, I am."

"Rafe Cameron, 5th floor, room 114" she replied. "Thank you so much" I ran back to the elevators and wanted to press the button with number 5 on it but the nurse, who took care of me spoke up. "Hello y/n y/l/n, are you going to see him?" I nodded and she walked over to me and put a four-leaf clover shaped key ring in my hand.

"It's always brought me happiness, it brought a wonderful man into my life and I have a family with him. All my dreams have come true, so hopefully it will bring you that happiness too" I looked at it. It just fit in my palm, it was silver, it had a hallmark on the other side and it was a beautiful green color, like well watered grass.

"Thank you" I hugged her with emotion and then pressed the button to call the elevator. I stepped inside and pressed the number 5 button.

"Yeah and he should wake up today" she managed to say before the door closed. Wake up? Today? I smiled with joy and ran out of the elevator. I found Rafe's room and opened the door. He was still asleep. I closed the door behind me and sat in the chair next to him. I held the four-leaf clover in one hand and Rafe's hand in the other.

Please God, I pray to you that Rafe is okay.

I let go of his hand and brushed away the strands of hair that had fallen from his face. When I looked at him, he suddenly looked so beautiful. I've never had that happen before.

I remembered finding him lying on the ground in a pool of blood. It hurt me inside, Rafe's not a bad person, he's just misunderstood and looking for comfort, that's why he's doing drugs. It makes him feel powerful, capable of anything, but I'm gonna help him out. I'm not gonna let him ruin his life like that.

I'll never meet another person as kind and selfless in my life. I can't lose him, and I'll take care of it. I'll take care of him.

Suddenly, it's like a light went on in my stomach. The damaged butterflies seem to have recovered from their breakup with JJ and have a new lease on life. Like wild horses running for freedom in the open spaces that are their home. They have a home where they feel happy and safe. That's how I feel about Rafe. God sent him to look after me and make me happy. He's my guardian angel.

I kept looking at him and admiring his beauty. Detail by detail, he was etched in my mind. The longer I looked at him, the more I remembered every part of his facial features.

Suddenly, someone squeezed my hand. I looked down at my wrist and saw Rafe's hand.

[booksweet]

jjk but make it the perfect date (they love you, but you don't know yet) pt. 2

Starring: Kamo Noritoshi x gn!reader, Kamo Choso x gn!reader, Okkotsu Yuuta x gn!reader

Contents: SFW, fluff

Warnings: grammatical errors, both y/n and them are +18

A/N: maybe this is turning into a series hehe I really loved writing this one because I got so immersed into the scenarios and now I can't stop daydreaming about them, yes, I'm having a brainrot. Sorry it got bigger than expected. Enjoy!

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

main navi | masterlist

Kamo Noritoshi

I can't help but to think about how nori would be the sweetest person in a date, the perfect partner;

Dating with him means going out anytime, any hour, any moment of your day because he likes surprising you

If you're busy during the time he intends to take you out, he won't bother you, but I assure that the moment you stop, he'll take you by your hand with an smile upon his face

"Nori, what are we doing? Where are we going?" You'd question

"Shh..." He would put his index finger upon his lips, signing for you to be quiet. "It's a surprise."

"But why..." maybe you would try take some information from him, but he wouldn't answer your questions anymore, not about the place he was taking you

His heart is beating faster and faster by the time you're closer to that place, the place he wants to show you so bad

He knows you since you were two kids, but he has never showed you this side of him, the side of him that always thinks of you

"Close your eyes, Y/N." He came closer to you, touching your cheeks softly with his fingers

"Nori, you are making me anxious, what is it?" Your heart skipped one beat, and you were sure Nori could hear that drums in your chest.

You couldn't stop thinking about why you were reacting this way, and now, with your eyes closed, you knew you were blushing, with your cheeks colored in pink

His breath was heavy, you could sense it too, was he nervous as you were?

He took your hand, and you almost jumped.

After all these friendship years, had he never touched you like this, it was a new feeling for you, so you just relaxed and let yourself be taken by him to wherever he wanted to

"You can open your eyes now, Y/N" He would say softly in your ears, hot air warming your body, everything you could feel was his proximity

"Nori..." you caught your breath absorbing everything you could see.

It was a garden. A garden full of blooming flowers, tons of flowers even your sight couldn't count. Your grip on his hand tightened and Nori almost fainted

lowkey nori's nervous af because he's afraid you wouldn't like going out with him suddenly as he did bringing you to this garden

highkey he is blushing so hard right now and you find that's cute

it's getting a little bit bigger than expected, but I can't stop thinking about Nori walking you towards all garden

"Nori, why are you showing me this place?"

"I am..." He would answer while picking one bloommed flower and putting it in your ear. He would also step back just to see your beautiful flustered face. "Because I wanted to show how important you are to me, because when I see you like this, I see my future. A happy future. And I want you in my future, I want us both like this..."

Kamo Choso

since choso reminds me feeling at home, comfy and loved, this is how this date is going to be (I don't do the rules)

as you and choso are childhood friends, it is common for you to stop by his house to check him and his brothers out

So you don't even think twice when choso asks you to have dinner with him;

you didn't even noticed how his voice trembled when he said "He-hey, Y/N, wanna have dinner together with me?"

so you prepare yourself, not with fancy clothes or things like that, your usual t-shirts, favorite shorts and shoes

Yet when you arrive at Choso's home, before you can knock on the door, you can sense a pretty good smell coming from inside

And suddenly your heart starts beating fast, because you know Choso was cooking, and whenever he did it, it was a special date

You couldn't help but to think about what happened that you were about to celebrate

You barely touch the wooden door when Choso's open it, and you can do nothing but appreciate what you see

He looks stunning, he dressed himself up just to see you, even tho you didn't know that

You couldn't see how his breath was heavy, how his heart was pounding inside him, how he felt his face burning

But as the sight of him, you felt a little ashamed, you didn't dress like him, not in your best clothes to see him, not the way he was

"I-" you'd start saying "I didn't know we were to dress like- you know-" and you could sense the words fighting to come out of your mouth, how your throat was aching because your nervousness.

"You look pretty handsome, Choso" You finally mumble, warm growing upon your face

And he could never find you more beautiful and precious to him like in this moment

"Come inside, are you going to be outside during all dinner? I could spend the entire night just staring at your beautiful face, but I think I can do it while appreciating your company and eating, don't you think?"

And you enter his house, you realize you both were alone and you almost start stuttering "Where are you brothers?"

"They are out, is just both of us tonight" He'd say smiling brightly for you "Come here, my lady, take your seat next to me"

He would take you by your hand to the dining table, there are the dishes he prepared for you, everything so beautifully lightened by candles

"Why are you doing this?" You'd question him in low voice, some feeling growing inside your chest. "This is the first time... You know..." you shake your hand information front your face signaling everything he has done until now.

"Y/N..." He would catch your hand before you put it down, holding yours in between both of his. "You mean so much to me, I don't even have words to explain that to you. This is my way to show you how I feel, how much I care for you."

And maybe deep inside him, he just wanted to say I love you, Y/N. I love you with all my body and soul.

Okkotsu Yuuta

Yuuta has always been so shy around you that you don't remember the moment you started to find it adorable

So when he asks you to go out with him, it's quite a surprise

You both have been around each other for almost years, that his presence next to you brings relief to any pain you could've feeling

But he has never done that, never

You can tell he's nervous by his stumbling voice and the little shade of pink coloring his cheeks when you say yes to him with a bright smile

He could swear his heart was about to explode and couldn't do nothing but smile with you

"Oh-oh then I shall meet you later" he would say with a smile that could shine brighter than any galaxy's stars

You were eager to see him later that day, to see what has he prepared for you

He would come by your house nearly the end of the afternoon, right before sunsets, so you could go out together wherever he was about to take you

And when you see an average building, confusion blurs your mind, had you never thought about a place like this

"Where are we?" You'd mutter, not with the intention for him so hear it, but only to yourself

He's a little flustered, but he holds you by your hands, and when you looked at them together...

It never felt so right

"Wait, and you'll see." He would say, anxiety growing wild upon his chest.

He's holding your hands like his life depends on it, but you doesn't even know that

You walk thought the stairs upper and upper, and then when you're at the last floor, he would whisper in a soft tone "Close your eyes, Y/N, can you?"

And when you do this, he would hold your hand tightly with a reassure lovely expression

You would hear the door open, and Yuuta taking you to somewhere at an open field

And you knew you both where at the building's rooftop by the wind singing in your ears

"Open your eyes, it's almost gone." He would say softly, standing behind you but still holding your hands.

And sunset is there to bless you two, shining through the city saying goodbye for the day and welcoming nightfall

At the rooftop's center, there's a table adorned with many beautiful things. actually, all the place is pretty well adorned like yuuta made it just for you two

There's plates and glasses upon this table, and you can't stop thinking about how hard this must've been to do

"Why- why?" You left out a breath you didn't even know you were holding on

"We've been like this forever, and I was so afraid of taking the first step." He would answer, the last daylight making he looks as beautiful as ever. "So, why not surpass fear and fall down on a cliff? If it is for you, I know the fall will be worthy."

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[beck-hartman]

They shouldn't be allowed in public spaces, their friends had been telling them that for years. However, when Shosh looked at him like that, he was happy to oblige in taking her away from the public...or as far from the public as they could get. "Maybe I'll accept other sounds," he teased, "if you think I should make that exception?" Smirking against her lips, he stole one more kiss, in case she needed any reminders that he didn't mind at all wearing marks from her.

"I never did, so I wouldn't dare expect it now." Playful though it was, the underlying truth remained in the words: I was always yours. "Oh, yeah, very shy. I remember that when you were suggesting your other ideas," he feigned agreement because shy hadn't really described her since somewhere around kindergarten. Laughing as she did her math, even more as she mentioned the bases. "We may have been rounding second." Though he had no idea what year that actually was to even make an educated guess. "Now I'm starting to think you were looking to your novels for how to seduce me?" They definitely needed chaperones, though their study sessions were a lot more fun. Even if not productive. "JD being there was helpful for you because you were trying to drown out our football talk anyway," he replied with a light snort in amusement. JD would be there to keep them accountable to hands to themselves, but then Shosh had to be there to keep the talking focused on the task at hand.

He knew she'd argued about the Red Room thing. "No, we can't," he doubled down, "we'll call it something better. I don't think we need to take our guide from Christian." Though he hadn't read the books, he thought the guy was a bit overrated. He lost it at her next suggestion, still very much an immature boy at heart. "That's something else," he choked out, trying to collect himself, "maybe we just name it after you, call it the Hart Room." He then focused on her excitement over his ideas, one in particular, and he was a grown up again. Mostly. "A greenhouse it is. We'll make it as big as you want it, fill it with all sorts of plants and flowers and other things people put in greenhouses." If Mama wanted a greenhouse, that's what she was gonna get. One way or another. "And the outdoor one can be heated, so we can swim in either year round. We can have a sauna too, not that we need help in working up a sweat."

Touché. He might be incredibly familiar with her weaknesses, but she absolutely knew his too. That bite, though he had no one to blame but himself for the move that led to it, sent a jolt through him, a rush of pure adrenaline. Her subsequent tease did not help, especially in that voice. "People who get lost scream sometimes, don't they?" He asked, forcing a casual tone, but his hand moved to be slightly less gentle on her jaw, tilting her head to give him a little more access to her neck. "Especially if they're in a very secluded part of the house where no one would see them, might only hear. So many things could happen to an innocent girl in places like that..." Giving her one kiss to that spot he knew very well, he let her go and kept them moving forward. "But if he's mysterious, no one would know about the fortune, right? He'd have to rely on other things to get laid, unless his partners get to know who he is." She had him on the next question. "I mean, I have heard that rumor. Most people say it's a man, so I always figured we at least knew that. However, didn't Gossip Girl turn out to be a man? So why not?" Then he pulled her back in, he asked playfully, "is it you?"

Shosh's grip on Beck tightened as he cursed, just as affected by his words as he was hers. She lowered her eyelids almost subconsciously, looking up at him through her lashes in a way that she hoped was screaming throw me over your shoulder already! "Hm?" She asked, then smiled as he told her what the secret was. "Well, sometimes you make it hard for me to speak," she murmured. Thankfully, Shosh was granted a momentary reprieve from her desperation as he kissed her, though it only ended up stoking the flames. "Not one bit," she confirmed when they separated.

"You're not getting them back." Despite the teasing tone of her voice, Shoshanna meant every word as she leaned into his kiss. "I was shy back then, obviously!" Doing the math in head, which took longer than she'd like to admit, she continued. "Actually, I think that might be the truth. The first time I read those books, I don't think we'd even gotten to third base yet." A sudden round of giggles burst out of her. It was so juvenile to use the bases as a reference, as if she were still that young girl dishing to her girlfriends. "Oh, we definitely owe it to Harls. Or JD." Even if the other person was studying something else, Shosh and Beck often needed that buffer to keep their hands off each other.

"We can't call it the Red Room? Would we call it a different color, or something entirely different? I think Christian only called it that because it was literally a red room. Or maybe it was because that's the color he was turning Ana's...aspen. Or, since it's a wing, I guess it would be the Red Wing." Her eyes went wide. "Wait, no, I think that's something else." Moving on, she laughed loudly as Beck searched for the word he wanted. Before she could tell him, he found it on his own. "Yes, a greenhouse, that would be amazing!" She could grow year round with a greenhouse. And if she were being entirely honest, she had always wanted to get married in a greenhouse. And...do other things in a greenhouse. Plants thrive off carbon dioxide, so it made sense, okay? "We need two pools. One outdoor and one indoor. With jacuzzis, of course."

Her feet faltered as Beck's lips met her neck. That was one of her main weaknesses, and he knew it well. But then, his hand came around to touch her face, intensifying everything. His touch was gentle, but it branded her skin just the same. She opened her mouth and captured her thumb between her teeth, biting down softly before releasing it. "Who would be screaming?" Shosh managed to tease him, her voice taking on a husky tone before the mood shifted again, laughing as they walked. "No, he definitely gets some. A mysterious man in a mansion with an unknown fortune? He's getting laid. I mean, if Elon Musk can get laid, I'm sure this guy is. Although, has anyone considered the fact that the Benefactor is a woman?"

[chasingpj]

𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

pairing: leo valdez x gn reader

summary: five ways he says i love you through his actions

warnings: implied nudity and s*x, discusses food and eating and nothing else, i think. oh, and maybe some typos

category: headcanons

love letters/notes

leo is a busy boy

he's always picking up new projects so he can spend all day in his workshop or the forges with his siblings

when you guys live together, he leaves small notes on the refrigerator for you

they're always short, saying simple things like "i love you" and "i miss you already"

for the love letters, he'll leave them in random places for you to find

if you're a big reader, i can see him hiding it between the pages of your book

one day, you pick up your book to read, and the note falls on your lap

it's a love letter written on a piece of blueprint paper; there’s a little bit of oil smudged on the side of it

he got distracted while he was working on something because you were the only thing he could think about

his love letters never fail to make your heart flutter

sometimes they make you cry

he's quite sentimental

leo always tells you he does better writing down his feelings than he is saying it out loud because he can organize his thoughts better

you know that leo has a hard time with that because of how he grew up

when you guys have an argument, which isn't very often, he writes his feelings down on paper

he's always quick to apologize if he did something wrong, and the notes help him form the apology that you deserve, and you're quick to forgive him

once, you were super angry after an argument, so you locked yourself in your shared bedroom

you needed to calm yourself down

the both of you much too angry and stubborn to make a compromise

as your recollecting yourself, 40 minutes in, a folded piece of paper slips from under the door

the letter has teardrop stains, and the ink is slightly smudged

on the paper, it's all his thoughts written out in the best way he can explain them

after reading what he wrote, you quickly deemed that whatever you were fighting about was silly, and you guys made up

you love his spontaneous notes so much that you do them back

you guys have a game of who can find the most creative hiding spot for your notes

one time you found one tapped to the inside of the toilet cover

you found it hilarious

you throw folded post-its with messages in his tool belt

he finds them during the day while he's working on something

after you joined in on the fun, he scatters notes in random places, and every few days, you find a new message hidden somewhere randomly

they're just so sweet; there’s never a time where they don't make you smile

gifts

this is a given

it's not a leo headcanon if gift-giving isn't included

he would make you things like roses from scrap metal to literal furniture

if you have a lot of jewelry, he will make you a cute jewelry box

if you're a big book reader, he'll make you bookcases to support your book collection

he's always giving you little trinkets that he made with leftover materials from projects

he loves making things for you and gets upset when you decide to buy something from ikea instead of asking him

"babe, why would you buy that? I could have just made it for you!"

when he's on his way from returning on his quest, sometimes he'll find something that reminds him of you in a store, and he'll buy it

when he has the money for it, he'd buy you a star :(

says that he spent even more money to buy an extra bright star

because "you're the sun in my universe"

brb gonna cry

also, he'd gift you a bond bracelet

you know, those bracelets where every time you tap on it, it makes the other person's bracelet vibrate

the both of you get anxious when one of you goes on quests, so the bracelets bring the other person who's at home comfort

because when you tap back, at least he knows you're alive and vice versa

one of the best gifts you've ever received from him was your engagement ring

he made it himself

he took so much care and effort into making it

imagine leo forging your wedding ring himself??? i'm in spain with no s

he was so nervous that you wouldn't like the style, so he had piper casually bring it up to you

piper was so nonchalant about it that you didn't even think twice about the question

the ring has the prettiest gemstone or diamond (whatever you prefer)

you cried so hard when he told you he made it himself that you couldn't even say yes to his proposal clearly

he makes both of your wedding bands too

he carves a saying that's dear to the both of you on the inside

this is nothing to do with anything but imagine when you guys have kids, he makes animals out of pipe cleaners for them i'm gonna cry, brb pt 2

overall, whether he makes the present himself or not, he puts a lot of effort and care into it

every gift has a meaning and a place dear to your heart

cooking for you

leo is canoningly a good cook

he loves cooking for you

and you love eating what he makes

he's usually busy on the weekdays, so he cooks on the weekends

you guys always joke that he'd be the cutest househusband

you got him an apron for Christmas as a joke gift one year, and he wears it all the time

there's something so charming about him wearing an apron with a funny saying like "Mr. Good Lookin is Cookin" or with like a ripped out shirtless guy in front of it

you giggle every time you see him wearing it

oh, no matter how many times you've seen it, it's still so bizarre when he takes out hot trays from the oven with his BARE hands

everything he makes tastes amazing

he makes all kinds of food and is always trying something new

if you tell him what you’re craving, he’ll cook it for you

once he woke you up to ask if you wanted ribs… it was 3 am but like, of course, you wanted some

unless you're vegetarian or vegan, sorry, HAHA

often though, he does make Mexican food

it reminds him of when his mom was alive

he always has some story to share

every time he makes caldo de pollo (chicken soup), he always talks about how his mother would make it in the summer and that when he was little, he would always complain about eating hot soup in hot weather

you know he doesn't notice his constant telling of this story, but you don't mind

it's so bittersweet when he talks about his mom

through the cooking of his traditional food, you feel closer to him and his late mother

the memories he shares with you makes your eyes sting with tears

especially when leo says how much he wishes that esperanza could have met you

sorry, that was a little emo

also, leo usually wakes up earlier than you

he knows you're a sleepyhead, so he'll cook breakfast for you

so that when you're running around in the morning trying to get dressed and your things together

you never leave the house hungry because there's always a tupperware filled with breakfast, and if he has enough time, he'll fix you something to take for lunch too

if you come home late from work or school, he'll make dinner even if he's tired to surprise you

so many times you've come home from a shitty day at work or school, and the small table where you guys eat your meals is all set up with your favorite food

leo greets you by peeking his head into the hallway from the kitchen, tossed curls, cheerful brown eyes, and a bright grin

"I hope you're hungry," he says, despite knowing that you are hungry

and then you guys talk and laugh together over a delicious meal

compliments

leo's really observant

he notices when you’re in a bad mood, even if you try not to show it

he also notices when you change little things about your appearance

if you get a haircut or you get your nails done, he'll comment on it right away

especially outfits

if you buy something new, he'll complement it

imagine standing in front of the mirror, looking at yourself in your new outfit

leo comes behind you, his hands coming around your waist

he'll pepper kisses on your neck, a soft hum leaving his lips as he meets your eyes in the mirror

"is this new, mi amor?" he asks, hands running up your sides

once you affirm that it is a new dress or shirt, he'll smile and tell you how beautiful you look in it

maybe says he'd rather see it off of you wink wink

there's never a day where he doesn't compliment you

he thinks you're the prettiest person in the world

you've caught him staring at you lovingly plenty of times

he's just asking himself how did he manage to get someone as beautiful and amazing as you

you always squirm under his gaze and playfully ask what is he looking at

"you're so pretty, mi amor. I can't help it."

AHHH!!!!

alongside the endearment of mi amor, he'd always call you bonita and hermosa

you're so sweet to him, and he can't help but tell you how much you mean to him every chance he gets

surprises

leo is an acts of service kind of guy

i think he'll spontaneously do things to make you happy

if you've been busy studying for finals or just beat up from a day at work

he'll draw you a bath

or he'll cut up some fruit for you and leave it at your desk

he randomly buys you flowers

he never needs an occasion to buy your flowers

it'll be a regular tuesday, leo just happened to walk past a store with flowers displayed in the front, and he thought about how bright your smile would be if he showed up with a bouquet

I feel like he's pretty introverted, enjoys being at home with you

the both of you are pretty broke for a while, so a lot of dates were at home

leo made the most of it

you guys will have nice dinners at home

he'll set the table nicely, set the mood with candles

he'll redecorate the space so well you feel like you're at an actual restaurant

and of course, his food is amazing

breakfast in bed is another thing he'd do for you unsolicited

especially if you guys had a looong night wink wink

you're woken up by his still groggy voice, fluttering kisses on your cheeks

you open your eyes to see he's set a tray with your favorite breakfast on top of the bed

the two of you will eat breakfast together, which usually leads to you staying in bed for the rest of the day

just enjoying the warm cocoon your sheets create around the both of you

overall, he's super observant and caring, and he goes the extra mile to make sure you're happy because he knows you do the same

anyways, does anyone know where I can get a leo?

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[that-one-weeb-but-starwars]

A ball| Tup

Note: they did not need to make him that Pretty

Warnings: no not really, just Tup and Y/n fallin in love and steamy scene at the very end but kinda not really, also this is really long

Reader: female

Part 1 | 2 (in the works)

"Checkmate," Satine spoke.

"Damn it..." Y/n muttered, hand on her chin as Satine had one yet again another game.

Satine smiled at her, as Y/n tried reading the board seeing how it had exactly happened.

"Duchess, excuse me." A guard interrupted their leisurely game outside in the guards of the castle.

"It's no problem, what seems to be the problem?" Satine questioned.

"The preparations for the ball are underway, the royal seamstress says your outfits are done and asks if you both can approve of them."

"Yes of course," Satine spoke, two more guards walking up with boxes.

"Oh. no, I'm quite okay," Y/n responded, resetting the black and clear glass pieces.

"Y/n, you are turning 19, my dear, you'll need to look presentable," Satine spoke.

"Dutchess I believe I look presentable, I'm quite comfortable like this as well," Y/n told.

"I know my sweet child, you've always been comfortable with the bare minimum, but please, let me spoil you for one day," Satine responded.

Y/n was quiet as she set the final piece down, "very well..."

Satine smiled as she stood up to look inside the box and approve the dress, Y/n sat in thought, Satine wasn't her mother, no they looked drastically different after all, Y/n had been left in a bush in the palace gardens, Satine finding the child alone and in silence, busying herself with one of the flowers. Satine had gladly kept the child inside the palace walls until a parent came along, but no one ever came and Satine was suddenly a mother.

"Mistress." The guard spoke snapping her out of thought.

"Oh uh, yes." Y/n spoke standing up from her seat, and looking at the creme outfit with barely a glance, "Yes, it's beautiful, tell the Seamstress 100 thanks."

The guard nodded covering the box as they all bowed and left, Satine frowned, "Come walk. Let's talk my daughter."

"General Skywalker, do, do we really have to go as well?" Tup questioned, droids handing them all dark blue suits almost black in color, and matte.

"Yes, Obi-Wan was double security at this event for the Dutchess, and I agree with him," Anakin spoke, "Separatist parties will be there, Duchess Satine has a knack for being able to convince people, and with Padame they're practically an unstoppable team."

"But," Tup spoke, "Sir a, a party?"

"Diplomatic party, you'll be fine Tup."

Anakin then walked away to let his boys get ready and go get himself ready.

"I look good," Fives spoke checking himself out in the mirror.

"It's nice to wear something besides armor." Hardcase commented, "Makes me feel like a civie."

"A civie that just has thousands of replicas." Dogma argued.

"Oh get the stick out your ass," Jesse argued, "We can have fun for the one time in our life on the job,"

"Hey," Kix placed a hand on Tup's shoulder, "You okay?"

"Huh? Yeah," Tup spoke, "Crowds, uh aren't my thing."

"I'll make sure Rex posts you on the patio outside, you won't be around too many people then," Kix told.

"No, It's fine, I'm on the job- I'll, uh...just focus on that," Tup responded.

"Are you sure?"

Tup nodded as Kix returned the nod in understanding, going back to dressing himself, Tup went over to his bunk to dress, he'd admit, even though he was the same as everyone else in that room, he still felt shy, being a bit leaner than the others he started pulling his armor off to dress in the new outfit, simply putting the outfit over his blacks.

"What- No! Hey I want a titty window!" Fives argued.

"No," Echo demand, buttoning up his brother's shirt fixing Fives vest as well.

Tup stayed silent as he buttoned up the shirt, tucking it into the slacks and putting on the matching vest.

"OH Ho HO!" Fives whistled, "Look at Tup!"

"Yeah, thanks," Tup spoke, fixing the collar of his shirt, and pushing up the sleeves.

"Come on! Let your hair down! We're going somewhere fancy!"

"I'm good." Tup spoke

"He's way to excited for this." Dogma protested causing Tup to chuckle.

"You look nice." Tup commented.

"Uh. Yeah I guess." Dogma spoke.

The two had gotten close due to one another due to being not only regular troopers with no rank, but due to there quietness.

"OH HO HO! LOOK WHO JUST CAME IN! GENERAL TANO!"

The boys turned there head whistling playfully.

"Bad bitch is the house."

She wore a pinstrip pant suit, the lines orange on white fabric and a pair of heels. She laughed.

"We're almost there." She spoke, "Skyguy wants us on the transports now."

Tup followed suit of everyone else. Everyone doing as asked, it was odd, seeing everyone dressed up all fancy and nice.

Y/n sighed.

"Look up madame. They'll be plenty fine gentlemen there." A maid tried to pursuade, "or a woman if you'd prefer."

"Yes. I know." Y/n responded mindlessly, nose stuck in the book about game tactics, her goal to be her mother, "mhm. I've never tried that before."

The maid sighed finishing y/n's hair in the crowned braid.

"Look look beautiful."

"Mhm."

The maid frowned, and there was a knock on the door. It opened as Satine came in, the maid bowing and leaving quickly.

"You're nose still stuck in a book. You remind me much of Obi-wan."

"Is the party over yet?" Y/n questioned flipping the page.

"It hasnt even began my dear." Satine spoke, expecting a comment back Y/n kept silent sitting infront of her simple vanity it black in color and matched the bench she sat on.

Satine walked over, taking the open spot next to Y/n.

"What is wrong me dear?" Satine inquired, "You don't avidly read strategic books unless something is wrong."

Y/n sighed, marking the book with a string and setting it down.

"I. I just don't wish to go." Y/n responded.

"It is much bigger than that isn't it?" Satine refered, catching Y/n in her lie.

"I." Y/n sighed, "I am nervous."

"For what my darling?"

"People." Y/n responded, "I. This. People...it's...I dont have the skills."

"Well of course you do,"

"I've never been out the palace walls, I've never fallen in love, I've never been taken advantage of- I just- Don't know anything about people," y/n defended "I've never even seen another sential species besides the holograms and images in my books that use words. I know every launage out there but have never met there people- I-"

"Calm down, take a deep breathe." Satine soothed, "everything will be fine. I will be at your side. The whole time, and you know me. Don't you?"

Y/n nodded as Satine smiled, "You're turning 19 my dear, becoming a young woman. You can do this, and I will guide you through whatever you ask."

Y/n only nodded once more, "now. Lets put our. Pain killing heels on and make haste shall we? Guest are arriving and I'd like to introduce you to your very first group of friends, but first."

Y/n watched as Satine pulled out a box, "I had something much. Much more elaborate my birthday, but you I know. Like to keep things as simple as possible."

Y/n took the small box in hand. Opening the golden box there was a small golden crown, it reminded her of a laurel wreath, yet without as many leaves, a few littered around the gold band with a stone that was ment to set on her forehead.

"For you're love of nature a green stone." Satine spoke.

"Its beatiful, thank you." Y/n spoke softly pulling it out of its box.

"Allow me." Satine spoke, y/n handing it over and bowing her head, Satine with a smile set the item on her head.

Y/n raised her head back up, "quiet beatiful you have become."

Y/n smiled smallly, "now. Shall we make haste? To make new friends?"

Y/n nodded smally as Satine smiled.

With that they were off, y/n following Satine dressed up nice, and thanked maker for the soleless sandles given to her instead of heels.

Y/n wouldn't lie, when General Kenobi arrived as they walked out onto the royal landing pad she found no interest in him, bowing her head respectfully, she did the same with Anakin. A bit more intrigued with Ashoka, but nothing pictures hadn't depicted. A man stood next to Anakin, who was soon introduced as Captain Rex. Y/n welcomed and thanked him for coming, but besides that, she was silent during the conversation.

"Sir, apologies for interrupting."

"It's fine, Jesse go ahead," Anakin spoke, Y/n watching the man with a large tattoo on his face gave a brief report to his general as the two joined the tight group of talkers.

Y/n was intrigued with the man next to him, hair tied back in a bun as his brother in arms talked. He too seemed the silent type, staying behind Jesse's shoulder rather than next to him, it was a slight difference Y/n realized.

"Lady Y/n, these are two are some of my finest men, Jesse and Tup."

"Lady Y/n" Jesse spoke bowing his head.

"Nice to meet you," Tup spoke nervously, his hand outreached for a handshake, Jesse quickly pulling his brother's hand down who was already a nervous wreck.

"Apologies for my brother! He doesn't know how to act!" Jesse scolded elbowing Tup slightly who was already shaming himself mentally and Y/n could sense it, but Jesse was already dragging him away with an insane amount of apologies as he left. 

Y/n watched as they got far enough away to where Jesse had started to drag Tup by the collar of his shirt.

"Lively bunch aren't they?" Satine questioned Y/n who nodded.

"My apologies Duchess, Lady Y/n. The 501st is not very big on tradition, and neither is there general."  Obi-Wan scolded as Anakin shrugged.

"It's okay." Y/n finally spoke up, causing heads to turn, "I, um, apologizes. Duchess if I may."

"Yes, you can go ahead," Satine spoke worried for the girl as she rushed off quickly. 

"Will she be okay?" Ashoka questioned.

"She has no social skills, and on top that, no friends her age," Satine spoke solemnly, "I wish to help her but she's a closed book." 

"Have I got the perfect trooper for her to make friends with," Anakin responded

"You're not sending Fives or Hardcase over to her, if anyone to watch her it'll be Cody, at least he can stay on task," Obi-wan argued.

"I think me and my master have the same idea," Ashoka smirked.

"I- I'm sorry general- Me?" Tup questioned.

"Yes I need a clone with Lady Y/n at all times, and since she seems to like you after a slip up that could have cost us a whole war," Anakin spoke, "You're watching her,"

"General! I. I can't watch her! I. I. I. I have patrol!" Tup tried to argue.

"Kix is on patrol now, she's supposedly back in her room," Anakin spoke.

"Her- what!?" Tup argued.

"one of the guards will escort you thanks again."

"Wait! General!" Tup argued but he was walking away and waving to Tup happily. 

"Are you the clone trooper known as Tup?" A guard asked walking up to him.

"yes, but wait a minute!-"

"This way." 

Tup had no option but to follow a guard at his back and his front as they escorted him to the room. Anxiety racked his body, his hands clammy and squeezing each other as he gulped, the guards stopping and knocking.

"Mistress your escort is here."

"Oh, yes," Y/n spoke quietly, "He may come in alone."

The guards posted outside her room as Tup pushed one of the doors opened, he walked in silently and closed the door behind him carefully.

Looking straight on the large french doors were opened to a patio. Walking towards the open doors he found Y/n sitting on the floor a stack of books beside her with a chessboard by her side, her knees raised to her chest as her dress was laid out around her.

"I'm uh, your guard for the dance," Tup spoke, his thumb pressing into his palm.

"You can go back, I'm not going," Y/n told him, her mouth and jaw covered by her arms propped on her knees.

"oh, uh..." Tup spoke, not knowing what to do.

Y/n looked beside her, "You can sit, maybe you'll get in less trouble that way?"

He nodded in agreement, taking a seat on one side of the chess board. They sat in silence against the wall. Tup looking down at the pieces of the board set up on their respective sides, his clammy hands couldn't help but move a piece. Y/n looked overhearing the crystal click on the board. Looking down she picked up a piece and moved it, Tup moving his next piece without a word. Y/n looked down at the board, her legs falling from her chest and onto the ground flat as she looked over in thought. Picking up her next piece she took his pawn, setting it down on the side.  As they played they could hear the talk of guests starting to come to the palace. Due to where Y/n's room was it wasn't much to hear, just the occasional burst of loud laughter. 

"Ah yes! Yes!" One laughed spoke loudly, "I love the stars!"

Y/n suddenly came with an outburst the came with the man's hearty laugh, "I have loved the stars to foundly-"

"-to be fearful of the night." Tup finished moving his next piece.

Y/n's moved her gaze up softly then chuckled, "Mythology lover?"

"When I have the time, I mostly learn through tell and hear," Tup responded watching Y/n capture another piece.

It was silent again as Tup captured yet another piece, his eyes drifting over to her stack of books. Eyes glancing over the titles.

"H.P Lovecraft?" Tup questioned Y/n nodding.

"I find his stories interesting, I enjoy the horror genere as a whole." Y/n smiled moving her next peice, "do you like horror?"

Tup nodded, "I do occasionally, again hear and tell mostly."

Y/n nodded, "come with me."

Y/n stood up, walking into her room, Tup watching her.

"Come on." Y/n gestured holding out a hand for him.

He took it gently and was pulled up from his spot on the floor. Y/n led him by the hand into her room and towards a wall pushing on a certain spot a small door opened. Y/n leaned down walking through the door as Tup followed, Y/n closed the door behind them.

"Woah."

Y/n smiled, "the palace library."

"I am the only one who's ever in here." Y/n contuined.

The two walked side by side, out from the side of the room and into the center of the room. Tup turned around to speak, but he watched her pass a dusty window, the sun set passing in through cobwebs and dusty, shining on her think crown, her dress flowly and made up of multiple thin layers of fabric.

He gulped as she turned her head, stopping in her spot.

"What's wrong?"

"I," he started but stopped for a momment, "My name, its. It's Tup. I don't know if you-"

"Remember you?" Y/n questioned, "I do."

She walked up to him a hand extended, "Y/n."

He smiled as they shook hands.

"Tup." He introduced himself once again as they chuckled lightly.

They pulled away, Y/n's hands clasped infront of her.

"Well Tup its very nice to meet you again."

"Its nice to meet you too Lady Y/n."

"Lady Y/n!"

She took a quick step back from her closeness with Tup, clearing her throat.

"Oh thank maker..." the gaurd spoke under his breathe, "the duchess wishes for you to greet your guest."

Y/n nodded softly, "Well. Let's go?"

Tup nodded, the two leaving side by side in silence. They two making there way down to the main set of doors which led to the throne room.

"Lady Y/n." Obi-wan spoke, "The Duchess ask I escort you in while introduced."

"Oh." Y/n spoke looking at Tup he gave her an akwards thumb up, she chuckled and smiled at him with a nod.

Y/n smiled Obi wan extending an arm, Y/n linking arms with the Jedi General. The doors opened as they walked forward.

"Introducing Lady Y/n! Daughter of Dutchess Satine! Next in line for the throne!"

Y/n and Obi-wan walked forward people clearing a straight shot to her mother. Her and Obi-wan walked forward, feeling the stares on her she kept silent. It soon because uncomfortable, feeling the gaze more than just simple admiration or awe. She tensed as they walked making her to the steps to Satines throne. She pulled away from Obi-wan, bowing her head to her mother as she walked up, a smaller throne simplistic like how Y/n liked it and took a simple seat, she watched Tup sneak into the room carefully standing next to a man who had a medical band on his arm with his suit, before everyone started to fill the room again.

Satine stood up, she was making a speech Y/n zoned out, it was a greeting, thanking everyone personally for coming to celebrate Y/n's transition into womenhood.

"That's why I am glad to speak, Y/n's hand is extended for potential marraige candidates!"

Y/n sat up shocked, and Satine thanked everyone once again and took a seat. Everyone going back to chatting.

"Excuse me!? Marraige?" Y/n argued.

"It is a formality you do not have to marry anyone."

"Im not taking anyone into consideration," Y/n defended, crossing her arms and leaning back in her seat.

"Lady Y/n-"

"No." Y/n spoke, she was beyond annoyed.

"Thank you for your time..." he spoke bowing his head and walking away heart broken.

Y/n rejected any man that came up to try and give there hand to her.

Tup watched from afar, Kix and Dogma by his side. Men contuined to go up to her and as more and more did she seemed more and more irratated. He quickly walked away from his brothers would watched him out of confusion.

Watching him walk up to the thrown he started walking up the steps.

"Y/n," Tup spoke, holding a hand out for her, "I'd like to spend time with you, perhaps a dance?"

"Hey! Buddy wait in line!" A man argued but Y/n looked at Tup thanks in her eyes.

The lighting on him seemed perfect, he back lit perfectly, his eyes holding a smile along with his lips. Y/n grabbed his hand lightly as Tup helped her up, the two walking down the stairs hand in hand.

"Thank you." Y/n spoke they now in the crowd of people.

"Seems you needed it," Tup answered as Y/n chuckled.

"To the libary?"

"Actually," Tup spoke quietly, "I'd...like to have a dance with you."

Y/n flushed, "t-that sounds good. Yeah."

It was almost on cue did everyone backed up circling people who wanted to dance, Y/n and Tup in the center of it.

"Um. Tup." Y/n spoke.

"Hm?"

"Do you know how to dance?"

"Oh. Uh." Tup spoke, "no actually, do. Do you?"

Y/n shook her head no. The two laughing together as the music started.

"Suppose we should act like we're doing and maybe we'll fall in?" Y/n laughed.

Tup smiled in return, "I suppose."

The music started as they watched other, a simple waltz. Y/n and Tup luckily able to copy others, hands which once were placed in hand on on him, soon became more intimate, fingers intertwining. Tup's hand moving from her hip to the small of her back, she leaning into his touch just a bit more.

"Not bad." Y/n spoke softly, "we're doing decent."

Tup chuckled softly in return, "I suppose us clones learn quick."

"Clone?" Y/n questioned, "you're a clone?"

Tup looked at her confused, "You. You don't know that?" He questioned confused.

"I." Y/n spoke, "I don't mean to sound, uh, Rude."

Tup frowned, maybe she was an avid clone hater?

"I um. Havent payed much attention, to your face, my apologies." Y/n spoke, a flush coming to her cheeks.

"Am I offensive?" Tup questioned.

"No. No. Not at all." Y/n spoke, "On the contrary actually. I. Find you most appealing, your. Voice and presence is quiet soothing. You're a good man."

It was Tup's turn to flush, spinning her around softly as everyone else did. Her dress picking up just the slightest at the ends. Pulling her back into his grasp, it was sudden for both of them, there chest pressed up against one another, faces close, Tup's hand now across the small of her back grabbing her other hip as he lowered her into a dip, Y/n's arm around his neck as he did.

The claps of everyone was muffled in there ears.

Tup's nose brushing against hers as he tilted his head softly, Y/n stopping him with a hand on hie jaw , and she was raised up again in a flash.

"I. Im sorry" Tup apologized, everyone still clapping as Y/n bowed to him red faced.

"I...must go." Y/n spoke quickly rushing away and into the crowd.

"Wait!" Tup called rushing after her, she rushing out the throne room.

"My lady-"

"Im quiet fine a game of tag is all." Y/n defended rushing off, the urge of wanting Tup so bad fueling her feet as she ran from him.

Tup rushed looking both ways, "Which way did she go?"

"Left sir-"

Tup rushed after her, his shoes clicking against the marble floors of the palace as he ran. Seeing her take a turn up ahead he called her name once more, following her quick steps, she rushed into her ungaurded room and closing the door behind her.

Making it to the doors he panted for a moment, soon calming his breath he knocked on the door.

"Please! Y/n I did not mean to upset you!" He begged, "I. I should have asked asked you! I should have never just jumped into it!"

Y/n quiet as she leaned against the door, her body pressed up against it to keep it closed, he seemed genuinely angered with himself, and worried for her.

"I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." Tup spoke softly, "I...just..."

Y/n stayed silent listening.

"I. Seen you for the first time walking up with my brother to report to General Skywalker..." he informed, "I had no idea someone could look so beautiful until I seen you, then. Well then we started that chess game."

Y/n's cheeks grew red as she listened, her heart starting to drop its quickly put up walls.

"You just spoke and It was beautiful. I. I'm not good with words either. I." He sighed, "I didn't realize someone like me could have so much in common with you... half the time my brothers don't like any same things as me. And we're all copies of each other."

The knot in her stomach grew as she gulped, "I. Tup. Its not that I'm mad at you."

Tup was surprised to hear an answer, "I. I think you're quiet beatiful, I. I just...I've never..."

"Y/n you do not need to explain yourself to me." Tup told her.

"Just. Let me finish." Y/n spoke calmly, "I've, well. Tup. I. I. I've never kissed anyone."

Y/n stopped waiting for a laugh, or even a 'yeah right', but she got a sincere chuckle trying to break the ice, "neither have I."

It was a surpise to Tup when the door opened softly, Y/n's flushed face being seen due to the light of the hall.

"Are you okay?" Tup questioned Y/n nodding her gaze to the floor.

"We're you being..serious?" Y/n questioned softly.

Tup nodded, growing nervous himself.

"Would you..umm. like too?" Y/n questioned, "kiss me?"

"I..um." tup spoke his face full red, "yes.."

Y/n opened up the door a bit more so he could come in, taking the hint he walked in the room dark. His eyes not having to adjust as the French doors which were uncovered let in moonlight.

Y/n closed the door quietly, locking it behind her so they'd be uninterrupted. He turned his head watching her walk towards him.

Oh maker.

They stood infront of each other nervously, refusing to make eye contact. Y/n with a shaking hand reached out her hand, her fingers dancing along his shoulder as he looked down.

"Tup. I." Y/n spoke, her other arm following her first one on the other side of his head his hands slipping onto her hips.

Nerves in a bundle they tensed in one anothers arms, faces leaning in slowly, noses brushed up against one another. A few of Tup's fingers tapped and tilted her face to the side as he tilted his own face the other way.

"Tup...Im nervous." Y/n whispered against his lips, "what happens if...if i like it too much?"

"I'll do anything you ask me..." he mummbled her hot breathe hitting his lips.

It was silent for another momment, Y/n's eyes slolwy closing as Tup's followed. They leaning in the small space as there lips pressrd against each others. The bundle of nerves melting away and falling into ribbions that slowly started to knot.

The kiss was, cute, nothing more than pressing there lips against one another and then pulled away little space between there lips, a new found hunger filled the both of them, Tup pressing forward in a much more passionate kiss, y/n kissed back, lips dancing against one another. Y/n pushed into Tup. Breathe heavy through the armature kisses. Tup mindlessly picked Y/m up, her legs wrapping around his waist as they contuined to kiss. Walking over to her bed he placed her down carefully, climbing over her body.

Kiss only breaking for air, "Do. Do you want this?" Tup questioned, things had moved awfully fast and turned into a one night stand, love filled relationship neither could explain.

Y/n nodded, "Only from you"

"Are you sure? I don't want you unsatisfied." Tup spoke honestly.

"If its you I'll never be unsatisfied." Y/n told him, the two kissing again, Tup holding his like a peice of glass under him.

"I love you." Tup whispered against her lips.

"I love you too Tup." She spoke back. Tup kissing her once more.

[laskyy]

Hey guys! So today (October 6th) is my bestie's (@newkyumilk) bday! And since it's already the 7th of October (Jiung's bday) in korea I decided to post this imagine as a present for my bestie and as a birthday special to Jiung! I really hope you enjoy this 💖💖💖

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Memories

Tw: Kissing, crying, mentions of trains (let me know if I missed something)

Genre: fluff

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Friends come and go, was what everyone always said and you didn't really believe them until you completely lost touch with your childhood best friend, Jiung.

You and Jiung had met when you were both only 5, your parents were good friends so it was only natural for you two to hang out when they hung out.

Jiung had seen all of your awkward phases, and he stuck with you through all of them, well that is until he moved cities without even telling you and that always made you think if you did something wrong or if he didn't want to hurt you.

That was 3 years ago, now you were a college student and you were very focused on your future, wanting to excell so you could have the life you always wanted.

You were very tired from all of the assignements, but you could finally rest as your college would give students a small two week break, and honestly it was just what you needed to relax.

You and your parents had planned to visit some friends in another city, but you didn't bother asking who they were, you just wanted a little get away.

"Honey, do you have everything packed?" Your mom asked as you went down the stairs of your house into the living room where your parents were waiting.

"Yes, I double checked everything!" You said as you reached the living room and sighed.

"You're gonna love these few days I promise!" Your dad said as opened the door for you and your mom.

"I'm sure I will, I really need to rest! I hope your friends are calm people!" But instead of answering, your parents just stared at each other with knowing smiles as they exited your house and locked the door.

You guys headed for the train station and in your mind was only the thought of how th house was gonna be and who were the friends you were gonna be visiting.

All those thought came to a halt when your mom called you to get on the train as it had already arrived.

You got on the train and let your mind run wild. Train rides brought you a certain nostalgia, because you used to ride the train with your childhood bestriend Jiung all the time.

But well, now that he wasn't here you couldn't hope for it to happen again. And besides that he just left you with no trace.

"Honey, hey, sorry to interrupt your thought, but I just wanted to tell you that we're almost there!" Your dad said as he gave you a small smile.

"Ok dad, thanks for telling me." You answered as you looked out the window and saw a field of flower. More specifically one that reminded you of your childhood with Jiung.

Flashback

You and Jiung were 10 years old and were just playing hide and seek in a field of flowers, somewhere you'd go to after school every friday.

"I'm coming!" Jiung said as he tried to look for you as you were hidden behind a bush. You were hoping he'd take longer finding you but he found you with no time.

"Got you!" He said as he laughed cutely and you looked at him laughing as well. "How are you so good at this?" You asked as you both sat down in the grass.

"I played a lot with my cousin last summer, so you better watch out." He said as he tried to look scary, but you just laughed.

You stood there looking at the field when you spotted a beautiful sunflower. "Look Jiung, how beautiful is that?" "It's very pretty! Wait a little bit!" He said as he stood up and disappeared for a few minutes, and when you were about to look for him he appeared with a flower crown made of sunflower and put it on top of your head. "There, now the flower is wearing flowers!" Jiung said as he giggled and booped your nose.

End of flashback

You were already tearing up at the sweet memory when you mom tapped your shoulder for you to exit the train with your parents.

This place looked oddly familiar, but you couldn't wrap your head around where you've seen it, so you decided to wait until you reached the house you were staying at to try and ask someone.

You arrived at the house and as soon as your parents knocked the door opened revealing a couple around your parents' age who welcomed you sweetly.

"And you must be their Child! You're so pretty!" The lady said as she pulled you in a hug.

"I'm sure you'd love to meet my son! He's around your age! TAEYANG!" She yelled with full force. And Taeyang? You were sure you knew someone named like that, but who?

The boy came down stairs and immediately recognized you as he hugged you and told his and your parents that he was going with you to his room.

"Hey! You remember me right? I'm Taeyang, Jiung's cousin!" So that's why you knew him.

"Oh! I do remember you! How are you? I haven't seen you in so long!" You said as you tried to get the conversation going.

"I'm great! Even better now that I'm seeing you! You've grown!" He said with a smile. You both kept talking for a while until he mention Jiung.

"So you're probably wondering why Jiung hasn't beeb talking to you or why he didn't tell you anything about the reason he was moving right?" He asked as he looked at you with his doe eyes.

"Well, yeah, but he probably wanted to cut me off no?" You asked as if it was obvious.

"Do you really think he'd do that? No, he's not like that, he didn't tell you anything, because he knew he wouldn't be strong enough to not break down when he saw you! It wasn't his best decision, but well it's done right?" He said with a conforting smile.

"I appreciate the information Tae, but why are you telling me all of this?" You asked as you were genuinely curious about this random outburst about his cousin.

"Well, I knew you were coming and I also knew about his situation, so I may or may not have invited him over for you guys to talk." He said so fast that if you weren't so invested in this you wouldn't have caught a word he said.

"You what? I haven't talked to him in over 3 years! Tae it's going to be awkward!" You said sounding desperate.

"Calm down! Everything is going to go well! And he hasn't changed! He's still the same as he was when he lived near you! The only difference is that he lives near me now!" Taeyang said in hopes to comfort you.

A few hours had passed and you heard the doorbell ring.

"Oh my god, Tae it's him!" You said as you nervously paced around the room.

"Calm down things are going to go well I promise! And he's gonna come up stairs. If you need anything shout, I'm going to be in the living room!" Tae said as he exited the room to invite Jiung inside.

You were a nervous wreck, but you were still curious about how Jiung would look now, probably more mature was your guess, and as he entered the room you realized your guess was absolutely right.

"Y/n" Jiung said as he ran in your direction and picked you up in his arms. You were so overwhelmed you started crying and you didn't miss the fact that Jiung also shed a few tears of his own.

"I missed you so much!" Jiung said as he let you down on the floor to look at you.

"I missed you too, but why did you avoid me? Why did you hide everything from me?" Although Taeyang had already given you the answer you still wanted to hear the answer from him.

"I was stupid and I didn't tell you because I knew that if I told you I wouldn't be strong enough to actually move, it would be harder so I thought it would be the best for the both of us, But I was so wrong! I missed you everyday!" He said with glossy eyes.

"Oh Jiung I missed you too!" You said as you teared up again and wrapped you arms around him.

When you guys both calmed down you went to the living room where Taeyang was staying.

"So are you guys ok? Are you friends again? Something more?" Taeyang asked as he said the last part softly so only Jiung would hear.

"Yes we're good now! But Me and Y/n are going for a walk, we'll be back before dinner." Jiung announced as you both went out of the door.

You were just catching up while walking until Jiung stopped at the flower field you'd seen while in the train.

"Wanna know something? I came here everytime I missed you badly, because this flower field really looks like the one next to your house!" Jiung admitted as he mitioned for you to come with him.

"Actually, when I was in train I saw this field through the window and I thought back to us playing hide and seek and that one time you made that flower crown for me." You said shyly as you weren't playing attention to Jiung's actions, but when you saw him again you noticed him walking towards you with a sunflower crown.

"Jiung, that's so cute!" You said as he put it on your head the same way he did when you were kids.

"Now the flower is wearing flowers!" He said just like before as he booped you nose.

"Oh my god, I miss when we were kids!" You said as Jiung sat down next to you.

"Yeah, I also miss living next to you! I was so sad my mom got a promotion, I just wanted to live near you!" He said as he scooted closer to you.

"Maybe in the future we'll be able to live close!" You said as the both of you moved backwards to rest your backs against a tree.

"Yeah maybe!" Jiung said as he gave you a knowing smile.

"Ok, I've been keeping this in for like 5 years so I need to let it out!" Jiung exclaimed.

"Go ahead Ji!" You said calmly.

"I like you, well, that's a lie. I love you in a romantic way. And honestly it's okay if you don't feel the same I just needed to tell you!" Jiung said as he was now blushing furiously and you think you were too.

"I actually love you too Jiung. I have since a few years now. And when you left I was so heartbroken, because I thought I'd never see you again." You confessed while looking straight in his eyes.

"But now I'm here and we could do something about these feelings, that is if you want to of course." He said shyly.

"I'd love to, but we're gonna have to do a long distance relationship." You said sadly.

"And what if I tell you we don't?" He said in a questioning way.

"What do you mean? We live quite far from each other." You said while confusion was written all over your face.

"I'm moving again! My mom found a stable job back in your city! We're gonna be able to meet everyday almost all the time!" He said and as he finished his sentence you threw yourself in his arms.

"Jiung that's literally the best thing you could've told me! I love you so much!" You said as you hugged him tighter and felt him kiss your head gently.

"I love you too, so much, you have no idea." He said as he looked deep in your eyes, grabbed your cheek gently and leaned in to kiss you, but before he could reach your lips he lifted his eyebrows as a way to ask for permission to which you granted by nodding and Jiung then kissed you softly.

You guys broke apart after a few seconds to make eye contact and you smiled sweetly at each other, a smile that showed your feelings for one another completely.

"I love you." You said as you smiled at Jiung.

"I love you too." Jiung said as he smiled and leaned in to kiss you again.

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I hope you guys enjoyed it! Specially my bestie, my first Tumblr friend @newkyumilk! Everyone go wish her a happy birthday! And In Korea it's already Jiung day, so happy birthday to our hardworking Jiung 💖💖💖

Have a great day/afternoon/night! I love you 💖💖💖

[kiwikyuu]

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genre headcanon ; fluff

warning(s) mentions of alcohol & cigarette & pot use, fist fights, characters are aged up, cursing, not edited

a/n i don't wanna be showing favorites but this one is going to be longer than the others.. the third years <3 just have a special place in my heart. also i'm pretty sure oikawa's right picture is doyoung from nct lmaooo oops

inarizaki version / nekoma version

aoba johsai version / o. tooru, i. hajime, m. issei, h. takahiro

oikawa is such a menace like this man will say let's go on a study date and then only take pictures for his social media and pull you away to ikea or somewhere

but imagine boyfriend oikawa driving to ikea with one hand on the wheel one hand on your thigh and glancing over to you every so often because he can't help but think he's so lucky to have you as an s/o

at ikea he'll point out all the furniture he'd get if he could for his your future house and if they have volleyballs in the store they probably do right? you'll almost get kicked out because oikawa started a game with the youger kids in the store but he's a smooth talker and he apologizes and promises not to do it again liar

and then after your date you drag him back to the cafe to actually study. a lot of people think he's not the brightest but oikawa is a perfectionist and he's actually almost close to the top of his class iwaizumi is first

he'll help you with your studies and tease you the way he does casually poking at the fact that you're really asking him for help when you don't usually. but when it comes down to it he'll break down all the problems for you and be really soft tutoring you to help you

and at the end of the day when he's driving you home he'll give you a kiss goodnight before you leave him and wait till you're inside your house before driving off because that's the type of boyfriend oikawa is and expect a call when he gets home lol

iwaizumi is an absolute babe and let's be real.. everyone on campus either wants him or wants to be him but ding! ding! he's very much not single and he's very much upfront about the fact that he's only got eyes for you his wonderful s/o

boyfriend iwaizumi will be the type of boyfriend to take you on spontaneous day trips but not really spontaneous because he'll make sure your schedule is clear and take you sight seeing and on random fun adventures like if y'all are near the water he'll take you on a boat ride or if y'all are near fields he'll take you on a nice stroll idk

but anyway if you guys can drive there iwaizumi like oikawa will be the type of driver to have one hand on the wheel one hand on your thigh and he'll definitely be the guy to do that thing where he backs up the car with an arm behind your chair while he's looking back do y'all know what i mean or am i making no sense lmaoo

boyfriend iwaizumi looks like a monster of a man because he's got huge biceps and he's tall and intimidating but when you're next to him whether it be on a day trip with just the two of you or in public on campus or anywhere really he immediately turns to mush for you like a dog wagging his tail

and when iwaizumi drinks because i feel like he does he turns into such a sap and will try to woo you all over again because he refuses to believe that you're really his all the boys have quite a few videos of it if we're being honest

just boyfriend iwa being the best

this mf.. i swear mattsun is such a clown like i feel like he's the type of boyfriend to joke around a lot and be super playful moreso than oikawa

like if you ask him to come to a cafe with you because you need to study for finals he'll message you no but then half an hour later he'll ask you why you're taking so long lmao and he'd already have gotten a table for you two and even ordered you something

or if you're going somewhere together he'll definitely hold all your things but tell you that if a seat opens up he's going to take it which you know is a fat lie he just likes to joke around. but let's say a seat opens up as the train or subway comes to a stop and you kinda almost fall mattsun is already pulling you into his side by the waist before guiding you to the seat calling you clumsy

boyfriend mattsun is a smoker and shares a cig with hanamaki on their way to class and when he meets you afterward he smells like cigarettes and cologne with a hint of mint from the gum he chews to hide the smell smh

mattsun is an engineering major with a side hustle of fixing up cars so when he picks you up he's picking you up in a car that he's tweaked himself and lemme say that it's beautiful

he loves midnight drives or early early morning drives when it's quiet and you two will talk about anything and nothing together and maybe make out in his back seat lmfaoo

makki is definitely not subtle about his feelings and he's the type of boyfriend that remains cool and charismatic

like he'll buy you funky little matching hats and wear it in public shamelessly with you if you want. he won't care that everyone's looking at him because you're happy and that's all that matters

or he'll show up to your class one day with a bouquet of flowers. there's no special reason. he just passed a shop and thought of you and he won't be bothered by all the whispers that surround him when he walks over to you to hand them to you

boyfriend makki loves hand holding but kills for back hugs. say you're waiting for the train? back hug. talking to your friends outside school? back hug. playing a game on your pc? back hug. he just likes holding you in his arms

makki is definitely a stoner so when he smokes he always ends up in your room with the munchies and two bags of mcdonalds because he wasn't sure if you wanted anything or not so he just bought enough for two

and after y'all are done eating and washing up you'll put on a movie and makki will let you use him as a pillow and he'll probably whisper random things into your ears that are strangely romantic

"if you were a worm i'd still love you"